this has been bugging me for months finally i was able to draw it now

Dex doesn’t figure out what’s happened until he’s already home for the summer. But the moment he wakes up on the morning after he gets in, the realization hits him all at once.

He picks up his phone and calls Nursey before he’s even out of bed, just sitting there in his boxers, sheets pooled around his waist, having never felt so suddenly and completely awake before in his life.

“Yo, what time is it?” Nursey answers, sounding groggy and a hundred thousand miles too far away.

Dex can’t be bothered with greetings or chirps, his single-minded focus kicking into overdrive. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Tell you what?” Nursey asks around a yawn.

“That we’re basically in love with each other.”

The line goes dead silent for long enough the Dex has to pull his phone away from his ear to check that the call hasn’t disconnected.

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April’s Featured Game: ARCADEA

GENRE: Fantasy, Adventure, Puzzle
SUMMARY: In the world of Arcadea, people can accomplish their dreams. How? Through video games of course! Everybody who lives in Arcadea has a special arcade machine they can visit in their dreams that lets them fulfill their strongest wishes. Whether it’s to go on an adventure, or make friends, or fall in love, or solve a mystery, or completely start a new life, there’s a game made just for them..
The game follows Maisie, a new arrival to Arcadea. She’s not very interested in all this gaming stuff; her only goal is to find an important person. But along the way, she can’t help but be roped into other people’s problems. She also can’t help that the arcade machines seem to glitch around her. A lot.

Our Interview With The Dev Team Below The Cut!

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the-munchkin-knight  asked:

Hello new blog~! Can I request​ for RFA + V an Saeran reactions on MC being a piano prodigy? Thanks in advance! /huggeu

Hello!! *hugs u back*


  • She thinks your piano playing is beautiful, asks you to play for her after a stressful day
  • You sit down at the piano, fingers poised over the keys
  • “What should I play, Jaehee?”
  • Usually she’ll ask for something slow
  • Moonlight Sonata and Clair de Lune are her favorites
  • But instead she comes up behind you on the piano bench and wraps her arms around you from behind
  • She leans her head on your shoulder, lips grazing the outside of your ear
  • “Surprise me.”
  • You look down at the expanse of ebony and ivory before you, and then
  • You close your eyes
  • You start off with one note
  • And then an arpeggio in that scale
  • And you build based on that- the movement of your fingers simply second nature to you as you focus on the movement of Jaehee’s breathing against you
  • You’re no longer in control of this piece- the notes dance to the tune of Jaehee that is playing in your mind
  • And when your improvisation trails off, Jaehee sleepily nuzzles your cheek
  • “What was that one called, MC?”
  • “I think I’m going to call it ‘Jaehee.’”


  • He took piano lessons as a kid, just like all korean kids do
  • But it was always for a recital or a specific performance of some kind
  • It always felt very strict to him
  • So he’s blown away by the way you play, the way you feel the music and the way you play like the music is a part of you
  • His eyes are wide whenever he watches you play for him
  • which is all the time, at his request
  • He doesn’t really care much for classical music, because it’s all stuff he had to learn how to play
  • But he loves it when you play contemporary themes
  • He didn’t realize the piano was such a versatile instrument
  • He shyly asks you if you can teach him how to play again
  • You sit him down on the piano bench and sit down behind him, legs on either side of him
  • He automatically goes into the rigid playing position from all his piano lessons
  • You put your hands over his, fixing his pose
  • “Relax, Yoosung. Why are you so stiff?”
  • You eventually get his fingers to relax and you flip to the page for one of his favorite songs
  • You help him play at half speed, as he still remembers the notes and he is a very skilled player, if a rigid one
  • “Okay. Now I want you to do that all again, but close your eyes.”
  • “What??”
  • “Close your eyes. I’ll help you play the notes, but I want you to feel it.”
  • You guide him through the blind session, your hands over his the whole time, and you can feel him start to melt into the melody
  • He can feel the difference too, and he’s eager to try again


  • When he comes back to the penthouse and finds you missing, he’s not extremely worried
  • You were, after all, free to the premises of the entire building
  • And you were often gone to the gym or to the cafe downstairs
  • But after checking all of the usual places and finding you nowhere, he gets a little nervous
  • He hadn’t even bothered to ask his security chief about your whereabouts, but he turns to him now
  • “She said she was going to the orchestra hall, Mr. Han.”
  • He approaches the empty hall, slightly skeptical until he hears the sound of beautiful piano music coming from inside
  • He enters the hall as quietly as he can, standing against the back wall with a smile slowly growing on his face
  • The stage and the stands are both empty, but you’re seated at the piano, eyes closed as you play one of your favorite songs, Yiruma’s River Flows in You
  • He can’t believe he never knew this about you, and he can’t tear his eyes away from that look of absolute peace on your face
  • When your song draws to a close his applause rings out through the hall
  • Embarrassed, you start to move away from the piano as he walks towards you
  • “No, love, please stay. Play another for me.”
  • He’s amazed when you can play any classical piece that he requests
  • And even more amazed when you confess that you usually visit the hall when it’s empty to play the piano
  • He immediately orders a grand piano for the penthouse so you don’t have to play in an empty hall


  • He saw your piano videos a long time ago 
  • But he doesn’t bring it up until all the Saeran issues have been solved and you two move in together
  • But he surprises you one day
  • With a keyboard that he built himself
  • It has the full piano range and three working pedals
  • But it has literal thousands of instrument capabilities
  • Including one that is just Saeyoung screaming at different pitches
  • You two mess around with it for hours, laughing at some of the more ridiculous ones
  • Elizabeth the 3rd’s meow autotuned to the whole range
  • Car horns
  • He asks you to play something serious
  • So you straighten up into proper posture
  • Fingers over the keys and feet flat on the floor
  • And play Etude No. 3 in a soundfont of Vanderwood’s disinterested (and heavily autotuned) “Ya…”
  • Saeyoung is losing his shit as you continue to play as if you were in front of a crowd in an orchestra hall
  • And you solemnly stand up and bow when you’re finished
  • He wipes tears of laughter from his eyes and switches it back to the default piano setting
  • “Baby I’m sorry I couldn’t finish this sooner. You must’ve been so sad, with no piano in the apartment”
  • He doesn’t answer when you ask him how he knew to get a piano for you


  • Literally he is OVERJOYED when you first play for him
  • He brings you with him to the practice room for the first time
  • And you light up when you see the piano there- it’s been months since you’ve been able to play
  • When you tell him you can play he’s excited 
  • But he sure as hell wasn’t expecting you to tap out a full-on 5 minute jazz improvisation
  • “Babe, how are you so perfect for me??”
  • He gives you the piano music for the musical he’s rehearsing for
  • It’s easy compared to the pieces you usually play, but you help him practice for as long at he needs to
  • Once his self-allotted time is over, though, he leans over the piano to kiss you on the nose
  • “Okay, I’m done~~ So show off for me now, okay?”
  • You’re happy to oblige
  • His face lights up when he recognizes the opening of “Think of Me” from Phantom of the Opera
  • And you swear you see stars shining in his crimson eyes when you start to sing Christine’s part
  • He’s the only one in the room but he makes you feel like you’re playing for the real opera with the undivided attention he gives you
  • He comes in perfectly with Raoul’s verse, and nearly reels back in shock when you nail the high note in the ending
  • As soon as you’re done he’s all over you with kisses
  • “Why didn’t you tell me you were so talented?? You have to perform for the director, he has to give you a part”
  • He bugs and bugs you to audition with him, and he’s super determined to get you on stage


  • He’s been living with Seven for a few months now, but recovering from a traumatic experience like Mint Eye takes a lot more than months
  • So he still has a lot of sleepless nights
  • He’ll call you often, and you do your best to talk him to sleep
  • But it’s been bad lately
  • So when you offer to let him sleep at your place for a few nights he definitely accepts
  • You wake up in the middle of the night to find that he’s not there
  • So you shuffle out of bed and into the living room
  • Saeran is sitting on the couch, staring out the window
  • You sit down next to him, curling into his side
  • “I’m sorry I couldn’t help.”
  • “No, no, it’s not your fault. I’m sorry I woke you.”
  • “I don’t want you to spend all night here alone. Want me to play some music for you?”
  • He’s heard you play before, but usually only scales or pop songs
  • So when you sit down at your piano and weave a soft melody out of thin air he’s taken aback
  • But the lull of the notes instills in him a sense of comfort that he realizes he’s been missing these past few nights
  • He can’t tell if it’s the music or the person playing it
  • And it could very well be both
  • But he finds his eyelids drooping, his mind finally able to feel the fatigue of his body
  • When you realize he’s asleep you stop playing and pull a blanket over him
  • It’s the best sleep he’s had in years


  • Oh boy he loves you even more for it
  • The two of you are at one of V’s friends’ exhibitions at a local cafe
  • It’s very artsy kind of place, with a grand piano that is free for the public to use
  • And when you arrive someone is currently seated at it
  • But once they leave V turns to the now-empty piano
  • “I remember when my mom had me taking piano lessons. I wonder if I even remember anything from it.”
  • “Oh, I still play,” you say with a laugh, trying to downplay it
  • “You do?”
  • V’s face lights up, and you realize too late the mistake you just made
  • “Can you play something for me?”
  • He’s already ushering you to the piano before you can protest
  • And as you sit down you think about what kind of song V would like
  • You settle on a piano version of La Vie en Rose, with arpeggios and fills
  • V is rendered speechless while you play, and he hugs you afterwards
  • “MC, I had no idea!”
  • “Oh, it’s nothing really…”
  • Won’t stop giving you praises

sorry these are so late!! i’ve only been back a week but it’s been a rough week T_T i’ll try to update more….

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Lost Angel (Bonus Part)

A/N: I decided to write a little bonus part! I hope you like this one too! Pictures are not mine!

-8 months later-

“Easy there, bug.” I say as I feel that little kick inside me, gliding my hand over my pregnant belly. “Give your mum a little break.” While laughing, I caress the area where I feel the kick, drawing circles on my skin. “You’re very active today aren’t you, my little football player?”

I smile at the thought that in one month I will be able to hold my two babies in my arms. I am patiently waiting for the day where I can finally meet them. They are the only reason why I still continue living. After Marcel’s passing I have felt like dying myself. I have barely eaten or drunk anything. I haven’t even spoken to anyone for many weeks. I was just buried between my sheets, sobbing and crying the entire time. My parents have been very desperate, they couldn’t see me suffering. They tried to comfort me as much as they could, however I didn’t find any of their gestures comfortable. It killed me more, because it confirmed that Marcel was really gone.

However right after his death, I found out that I was pregnant. I had no idea how to feel at the beginning. A wave of emotions overwhelmed me. I was practically shocked. First, I cried tears of sorrow and desperation because I had absolutely no clue how I would raise my children without Marcel. I would have needed his help and his support.

But after a while my tears of sorrow turned into tears of joy and happiness. I thought I lost Marcel forever but I was granted with not only one, no, with two babies. His babies. They are a part of him and knowing that he left a piece of himself back makes me feel less lonely. I found my comfort.

When I have felt like falling off cliff, my babies have saved me. They came at the right time.  I miss their daddy every day. There is not a day that I don’t think about Marcel. I am still grieving but the unimaginable pain that I’ve felt at the beginning is more bearable now. I have to remind myself each day to stay strong for the sake of my children. I love them so much.

Time has passed by so quickly, I still can’t realize that I’m living 8 months without my boyfriend. Eight months ago, I felt his arms around me for the last time. Eight months ago, I have kissed his soft lips for the last time. Eight months ago, he declared his love for me for the last time. I miss him so much, words cannot describe this feeling.

The fact that neither Marcel would meet his children nor our babies would meet their father breaks my heart. I know Marcel loved children whole-heartedly. He always wanted to have children and now his babies are on their way but he’s not there anymore. Physically at least.

It may sound crazy but I still feel his presence around me. Sometimes, his scent would hit my nostrils. And when I sleep at night, it feels like he’s lying next to me, engulfing me with his arms, stroking over my belly. I know he will always be there for us, protecting us and watching after us. I just wish that he was here. I wish there would be a way to rewind time.

I sigh, adjusting my position that I’m sitting in. Being pregnant is definitely not easy. Then, I hear someone unlocking the door to my apartment and as I turn around, I see Gemma with two cups of Ice cream in her hands. Gemma is Marcel’s big sister and one of my best friends. She has decided to take care of me during my pregnancy and I’m grateful for her help. She lives with me.

She and her family had a rough time as well. Still have. Her mother Anne still can’t process Marcel’s loss properly. There are days where she feels okay but the next day she starts crying again. Poor woman.

But there is still a glimmer of hope for Anne. Her grandchildren. When I told her family and mine about my pregnancy, Anne had burst into tears, thanking god for giving her grandchildren over and over again. She has something to hold on to now.

“Sorry, I’m late!” Gemma calls, putting her jacket and shoes off, then joining me on the couch.

“It’s okay.” I respond taking the cup that she hands me over. I take a spoonful of the delicious Ice cream and shove it into my mouth. It tastes heavenly. We are having a conversation about different things and laugh a lot. She is very good at distracting people.

“Have you chosen any names for the babies yet?” Gemma inquires. I have been looking for names recently and I found two names that I really like.

“Yeah, I found two cute names. Darcy and Edward.” Darcy and Edward, sounds good in my ears and they match perfectly.

“Holy shit!” Gemma calls suddenly. “Darcy and Edward? Are you kidding me?”

“What?” I am wondering why she reacts this way. Gemma takes a spoon of her Ice cream before she speaks.

“I don’t know if Marcel has ever told you these but these names were his favorite and he wanted to call his children like this.”

My eyes widen and my mouth hangs slightly open. What a coincidence that I’ve chosen two names that Marcel liked!

“Wow, I had no idea.” I just whisper, feeling slightly overwhelmed.

“Yeah,” Gemma responded, “That’s surprising. I think Marcel just gave you kind of sign.”

It can be possible. Never thought about it in that way. I run my hand along my belly and the kicking starts again.

“Baby, please stop!” I whine. “You’re really hurting me.”

After talking with Gemma for hours, I am very tired and all I want is to go to sleep. I’m very exhausted and the kicking of my unborn children has drained my whole energy. I wish Gemma a good night before I go to my bedroom, changing my clothes and slipping into my pajamas. I lie down in my bed, covering myself with the silky and soft sheets. My eyes are nearly falling shut from the exhaustion, but I still manage to glance at the photo of me and Marcel on my nightstand.

We look so happy and so in love in that picture. I always make sure to look at it before I fall asleep because it reminds me of the good old days and I also feel connected and close to Marcel. It became a kind of ritual.

“Good night, my love.” I mumble, closing my eyes fully. “I love you.”  Before I drift to sleep, I hear a whisper very close to my ear. I’m not very sure if I’m imagining this or not.

It says “I love you too, sweetheart.” And I feel his warmth engulfing my whole body.

Singled Out//Stiles Stilinski - Part 6

Characters: Stiles Stilinski,Kira Yukimura, Scott McCall, Reader.

You and Stiles both leave the station, making a pitstop to pick the girls up on the way home.

You walk inside, Allison’s car seat in one hand and Emma in the other. Stiles is fuming, you aren’t even sure if he’ll even speak for the rest of the night.

“Mommy, I’m hungry.” Emma pulls on your sleeve.

“Okay, babe. Let me get Alli settled and I’ll cook, okay?” You sit the car seat down.

“I’ll cook for you, petal. It’s okay.” Stiles scoops her up.

“Stiles, I can do it. You don’t have to.” You glance over at him.

He shakes his head, “No, I want to.” He tickles Emma, “I’m going to cook for my little princess.” She squeals and he nods at you.

“If you’re sure.” You take Allison out of the car seat and set her up in the rocker.

You follow Stiles into the kitchen and sit at the counter with Emma.

“We need to talk, Stiles.”

“I know. I…I know.”

“Why’d you do it?” You raise an eyebrow.

“Have you two…” He glances at Emma, who’s situated with a piece of paper and crayons, scribbling away. He make a hole with his thumb and pointer finger, sticking the pointer finger on his other hand into the hole.

“Oh for f-..” You glance at Emma, “What are you thirteen? Just ask if we had s-e-x.” You spell out the last word, rolling your eyes.

“Well did you?”

“Why do you need to know?”

He examines your face, “You did.”


“You’ve known him for less than six months, Y/N.”

“I’m an adult. The last person I’d had…s-e-x with was you. Sorry that I have needs, but I didn’t sleep with him.”

“Wait, really?” He raises an eyebrow.

You sigh and rub your face. “Yes.”

A look of passes across his face, you can’t read what it is. “What?”

“It’s just surprising.”

“That you were the last person I slept with?”

“Yeah.” He puts Emma’s plate in front of her.

“Why is that surprising?”

“Don’t take this the wrong way…but you’re gorgeous for one thing, and it’s been more than three years hasn’t it?”

You nod, “Yeah. I never thought about that.” You shrug.

“How? I’d be losing my mind…I already am.”

“When was the last time for you?” You raise an eyebrow as you cut Emma’s food up.

“A couple weeks after Lydia found out she was pregnant.”

“Seriously? So, over a year.”

He counts on his fingers, “Yeah. Woah. I guess you don’t think about it.”

“Welcome to the life of a parent, Stilinski.” You laugh and he shakes his head.

“Who would’ve thought that you and I would end up in this situation? When we were sixteen we thought we’d get married, travel the world and here we are very unmarried and I have two kids out of wedlock with two separate women.” Stiles runs a hand through his hair.

“Not only that, but all of this has happened before either of us turned 22.” You laugh.

“Fighting supernatural creatures in high school and fighting kids as a parent.” Stiles laughs.

“Yeah, who took over that anyway? Life is very mundane compared to five years ago.”

“Liam and Mason.” He shrugs. “They’re seniors now, so they’ll probably pass it off to someone but they’ve done a pretty good job.”

“It looks like it.” You smile, your phone ringing distracting you. “Hello?” You hold it up to your ear.

“There’s an emergency.” It was Kira. “Lydia’s not answering my calls.” You and Stiles had stayed quiet about Lydia leaving, Scott only thought she was out of town when he stopped by.

“She’s not?”

“No, and she’s my maid of honor. We have things that need done but I haven’t been able to reach her in weeks.”

Stiles hears her voice on the other line, his eyes widening. “We should just explain.” He says quietly.

You nod, “Why don’t you bring Scott over and the four of us can talk, yeah?”

“Okay. A visit with baby-..the four of us?”

“You, Scott, me, and Stiles.”

“Okay…we’ll be right there.” She hangs up and you look at Stiles.

“Well there’s that.” He bites his lip.

“Looks like we’re going to have to ‘fess up.” You run your hand through Emma’s curls, the ends of her tendrils tangled from the nap she took at daycare.

“You never answered my question, Stiles.”

“What question?”

“Why’d you do it?”

“He was telling everyone how great you were in bed. Like details.”

“Are you kidding me?”


You jump up and make your way around the counter, hugging him tight.

“What’s that for?” He chuckles.

“Defending me. I..thought Brady and I could go somewhere, but I was wrong. Thank you.”

“Y/N, I..I really do care about you. You could even say I..” He stops himself from going any further. “You could even say that I wish you’d never have left.” He changes his sentence.

“I wish I hadn’t.” You pull back. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry you missed out on Emma’s birth…on all of the important things.”

“I’m here now. I get why you left. I totally get it.”

“If it makes you feel any better, I have a video of my entire labor with her.”

“Are you serious?” He grins.

“Yeah. It’s in my closet, I think.”

“I want to see it.”

“Let’s wait for Emma to go to bed. I’d rather my kid not see where she came from.”

He laughs, “That’s very true.”

A knock at the door pulls you from your conversation, “I’ll get it.” You get up and answer the door, waving Scott and Kira inside.

“Em, eat your food so you can play, okay?”

She nods and Stiles watches her as she eats faster, “Don’t eat so fast, bug.” He chuckles.

“What’s going on?” Scott looks at the both of you.

“Let’s talk.” Stiles nods. You grab Emma and her plate and bring her into the living room so she can eat at the coffee table. You check on Allison in her rocker before sitting down.

Stiles sits beside you, clapping his hands together, “Lydia left.” He says bluntly.

“Way to ease them into it.” You swat his arm.

“What?” Kira gasps.

“She..left a note and she said she couldn’t take it anymore.” You nod, “I moved in about a week ago..we’re taking care of the girls together.”

“So she’s just gone?” Scott lets his mouth hang open.

Stiles nods, staring at Allison in her rocker. “It’s better for Allison. Y/N will be much better for her.”

He glances at you and smiles and you catch Kira and Scott exchange a knowing look.

“So..I lost my maid of honor.” Kira sighs and rubs her eyes.

“You’ve still got your best man…” Stiles sucks air in through his teeth, trying to find the bright side.

“Y/N, will you be my maid of honor?” Kira asks you, hope in her eyes.

“Oh, of course.” You smile.

“Great! There’s a dress fitting in an hour.”

“Wait, how close is the wedding?”

“A week. They can make the final alterations fitted to you. It’s okay.”

“Wow. Okay. A week.” You nod and smile.

“We have a theme. I think it’s classy, Scott says it’ll draw attention from me, but, everything is white and black. The women wear white, and the left side of the church is white, and the men wear black and the right side is all black.”

You nod, picturing everything as she talks, “I’m sure it’ll be beautiful.” You smile. “I’m so happy you guys are getting married.” You pat her hand and grin.

“He proposed at my graduation party.” She smiles, “So it’s been awhile.”

“Well, I’m glad I’m here for it.” You nod. Allison begins to cry and you pick her up, rocking with her. “I’m glad some of us can live normally.”

“You say that because you dated a human. You had a kid with a human, try having a fiancé that wakes up in the woods every full moon.”

You and Stiles laugh, Scott shaking his head. “That’s fair. Just wait until you guys have…what will you have? Kitsunes? Werewolves?”

“I’d say a werefox but we really have no idea.” Scott shrugs and Stiles laughs.

Allison continues her shrieking, “I think I’m going to drive her around a bit. She’s a little restless.”

“Okay. Be careful.” He hands you the keys to the Jeep. “Do you want me to come?”

“No, you stay and keep an eye on Em.”

“I’ll be right back, guys. Plenty of time to spare to get to that dress fitting.”

You climb into the Jeep, Allison in the backseat in her carseat.

You drive down the street, taking a turn off into the industrial part of town. Allison suddenly quiets as you pass a building, when you pass it up completely she shrieks again. You turn and look at her, putting the Jeep in reverse and going backward. She stops crying again.

You get the car seat out and look at the name of the building. It was a pipe manufacturer, harmless. You walk inside, the man at the front desk slumped over, blood covers the floor. Allison coos and you look down at her, an eyebrow raised. You step back through a door, the entire factory floor was red. The walls had blood spatters and every single person in the building looked dead. You pull your phone out, quickly dialing Stiles.

“Hey, what’s up?”

“You might want to get here quickly. Bring Scott and Kira. Make sure you don’t get Emma out when you come.”


“Just come. Quickly.” You hang up and text him the address.

Bodhi Rook x Reader, Part 3

Title: The Sky is Ours / AO3
Part 1: Hey FlyboyAO3
Part 2: Stars in His Eyes / AO3
Length: 8.8k
Rating: Mature for language and sexual content.
Summary: Bodhi refuses to take Reader off world anymore for fear of putting her in danger again but Reader finally manages to convince him for one more flight among the stars.
A/N: Dedicated to @nightwriterescapingreality who was having a bad day and Bodhi cuddles were required to make everything better :)
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The title stands for “Longest Rusame Thing I Have Ever Written”. Watch out world. I learned more editing magic!

First Chapter:

Previous Chapter:

There is swearing, fluff, eventual smut, insanity, and lord knows what else.

Ivan wanted to book a flight to the USA and meet the offspring of his aging espionage web. Still, it would draw too much attention. Germany, should he ever find out, could possibly dig up evidence of Russian tampering with the American legal system. Ivan’s people had already been caught rigging major USA elections twice.

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MHA dub commentary episode 7:

(this one got so long i had to put it under a readmore)

  • it’s been a while since i last saw an episode so i’m gonna have to readjust to hearing everyone’s dub voices again
  • i think it’s kinda interesting how Bakugou actually ask’s someone else’s opinion on Izuku having a quirk here, since usually he wouldn’t ask anyone else on their opinion on anything
  • especially since it’s Iida and on the first day they were already not getting along 
  • “Was he seriously just tricking me all these years?” and heeeere is the start of all of Bakugou’s personal problems, oh boy
  • i always enjoyed how Izuku still admires Bakugou despite all of his bad qualities. he’s not gonna let Bakugou win this tho, no matter what, he’s just gotta try harder this time
  • the scene with the splitscreen when All Might announces the start of the battle looks weirdly drawn to me
  • aaannnd here comes Bakugou. he has absolutely no chill whatsoever
  • oh we’re still on the recap lmao
  • kinda odd but Uraraka’s little squeak as she was pushed out of the way of Bakugou’s attack was adorable
  • i was gonna say “I wonder where Izuku got those fighting moves from” but then i realized it was from hauling all that trash 
  • and now he’s….. hauling…. Bakugou……..
  • …………………. there’s a “taking out the trash” joke in there somewhere
  • i’m sorry Bakugou (…. tho you were pretty awful early on so)
  • baby Izuku’s voice is so fucking cute

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Words: 4,313

Genre: Hurt/Comfort 

Rating: K

Description: As their wedding day is drawing near, Yang has started act a little odd, even if she tries to hide it. Blake wonders but does not question it. At least, not yet. However, when a storm brings a dark dream to Yang, Blake finally gets her to talk.

It is a cool, crisp autumn day. There is a slight breeze and only a few clouds sail across the sky. This peaceful weather will not last long, however. In a few hours’ time, a nor’easter will blow through and last throughout the night and early morning. Best now to go out and enjoy the weather before huddling down at home. Among those that are seizing this opportunity are Blake and Yang.

The two young women enjoy their time at a little old, local café. They sit outside at a table, having a small, late lunch with each other. Blake reads one of her books while she nibbles on one of the many biscuits they have ordered as well as sipping down some earl grey tea. Yang, on the other hand, practically wolfs down a number of the baked goods. Her cup of hot chocolate she got is almost empty. Blake peers her eyes over the book, watching her fiancée chow down.

“You better not fill yourself up on that or you won’t be able to eat dinner. I thought you wanted to cook,” Blake says.

Yang swallows what is in her mouth and brushes off some crumbs before speaking. “Come on, Blakey. These taste so amazing, I can’t just have one!”

“Don’t blame me if you can’t finish your food tonight.”

“I won’t.” Yang takes a sips of her hot chocolate, finishing the rest of it in a few gulps. “So, how was work today? I am guessing not much happened if you were able to leave early.”

“Yes, there wasn’t much to be done. Really all I had to do was attend a meeting, which was them just going over how everyone has been doing, and we were told about some cases and other problems that have begun to arise that we will need to take care of soon. After that we were allow to go home. Especially with the storm coming, no one really wants to be driving in bad weather.”

“This is true. Honestly, I can’t wait to start working. The bar still is getting touched up and what not but hopefully it will be running soon and be the hottest place in Vale.”

“Please don’t set the place on fire. I didn’t save up and ask people for favor to get that place for you to torch it,” Blake jokes.

A small grin forms on Yang’s face as she plays along. “I’ll do my best not too. No promises, though.”

Blake only rolls her eyes. She is about to go back to her book when she hears a low rumble. Her cat ears perk up at the sound. Looking up she can see the once bright, blue sky begin to grey. The storm is looming and drawing close. It’s early but at least it has given people a warning that it will be here soon before it unleashes its havoc of wind, electricity, and rain.

Another noise catches Blake’s attention. She turns her head back at her future wife. Yang is clutching and rubbing her right arm, where skin meets metal. She is hissing through her teeth, sucking back the pain from the change in weather. Blake had notice Yang massaging it before, not taking much note in it knowing Yang just does that sometimes. Guess she was wrong.

Slowly, Blake reaches out for Yang’s metal hand and squeezes the cold appendage, hoping that Yang can sense the feeling with her arm acting up the way it is.

“You okay?” She asks.

“I’m fine. Just stings a bit. Pins and needles. Nothing to worry about and nothing that I am not use to.”

“You sure? You know that you can tell me anything, right?”

“I said I am fine, Blake,” Yang says, a bit too defensively. “I know I can tell you anything but I am fine, honest.”

Blake can sense Yang is not telling the truth. Her lilac eyes stay off to the side, pointed down at the ground below her. How she just spoke also gives it away that there is something she wants to keep hidden. Blake has noticed something has been bugging Yang for a couple of months now. There are times Yang zones out completely or only has half her attention on something. She also has become distant at times, wanting to be left alone. Could be just bad memories coming back up with the colder and darker weather or it can be something else.

Whatever the cause or causes may be, Blake knows not to push. It will only make Yang not want to tell even more. As long as it is not completely and negatively effecting her, that she is not on the verge of harming herself, there is no need to press for answers. Yang will come around and tell Blake her troubles when she is ready.

“Okay, Yang.” Blake answers. She rubs her thumb against the top of Yang’s hand. “How about we wrap the rest of the biscuits up and take them home? If the power goes out, at least there will be some more food that won’t go back right away. That and I don’t think either of us wants to be caught out in the rain and with that storm seeming to be arriving early, best we leave now.”

Yang gives a small nod, still looking down. Blake gives another squeeze, which finally causes Yang to look up. She gives a soft smile to the blonde. Yang returns the favor before she waves over a waiter.

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-sighs- it is still bugging me

Warning!! Contains the following tags:


anti naruhina, anti sasusaku, anti Hinata, anti Sakura (for sasusaku), anti Kishi, anti the last, anti ending.


narusaku, narusasu

I am sorry if the anti tags show up in pro tags I don’t know how they did. My bad. Sorry.

This rant is mostly about my personal struggle with wanting to become a published author and my own feelings about this whole mess on a personal level. I just want to write it down and get it off my chest. It isn’t really a whole rant against things, but it kinda is kinda isn’t. Idk. Not expecting anyone to read this so this is more for therapeutic reasons.

Keep in mind most of this is opinion on how characters should be developed and the like.

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I need to know

She remembers another drive that seems like it was from several lifetimes ago. She remembers gripping the steering wheel hard, trying to hang on to something solid. (Her world had spun completely off it’s axis, she had needed to hold on to something to keep from spinning away with it.) She remembers trying to compact herself into her seat, to keep as much distance as she could between them. She remembers the shadows of unsaid apologies and unexpressed gratitude, of guilt, of jealousy, of shame. But this time, there are only sun drenched smiles and tender kisses. This time, she reaches over to touch him as much as she can. This time, she laughs. This time, she is happy.

He’s kissing the knuckles on her right hand one by one as the Storybrooke sign becomes visible in the distance. (Home)She’s trying to fight the dopey grin that’s threatening to grace her face, not to mention the giggles

“Killian! I need to drive, come on! You can kiss me all you want when we get back.”

“Promise?”, his mouth curves into a smirk and all she wants to do at that moment is bite it. (The things he’s doing to her)

But, the smile falls abruptly off her face as she brings her eyes back to the road. Something’s wrong.

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Late Night Delivery

Rating: All ages
Pairing: Captain Swan
Summary: Emma’s dryer breaks, and she makes a late-night trip to Lowe’s.
Tags: Fluff, Neighbors AU (kinda?), Home Improvement Store AU
Find it: AO3
Words: ~2,500
Notes: This is my first Captain Swan fic, and I’m so nervous about posting. But last night my dear friend @acenturyforswan (@aimtoallonsy) sent me a message saying her dryer broke and that she was at Lowe’s dryer shopping at 9PM, and all I could think about was how that would make an amazing AU. So instead of doing all the important Real Life™ responsibilities I have to do today, I wrote this. 

I couldn’t decide if this fits better in the Tropes category or the Complete AU one, so I’m posting it in the middle. 

Thanks to @lizzy-lovegood for the beta!

Emma bangs her hand on top of the dryer, willing it to work, but of course it doesn’t. Just add that to the list of things that are going fan-freaking-tastic in her life this week. It started Monday morning when her coffee spilled all over her brand-new shirt, no thanks to the idiot at Starbucks who didn’t press the lid on her cup all the way, and continued throughout the week, one thing after the other.

And now it’s Saturday night, and her dryer is dead. Completely, one hundred percent dead.

Emma bangs her head into the wall next to the washer and dryer a few times and sighs deeply. She really cannot afford this right now, especially since her hours just got cut way back at work. But then, she doesn’t really have a choice. Her apartment is too small to set up drying racks, and owning her own appliances is cheaper (and more convenient) than endless trips to the laundromat. Thank God for credit cards. She sighs, however, when she realizes the trip to the coast she’s been saving for will have to be postponed another month or two with this unexpected expense.

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Oneshot: The Best Audience

Emma’s is secretly talking to Regina’s small bump every night when Regina falls asleep– anonymous

Thanks for the prompt. Apologies for any mistakes. I don’t own Once or any of its characters. Established SQ fluff. Hope you all enjoy :)

Emma smiles softly as she holds Regina in her arms and waits for her to drift off to sleep. It doesn’t take long. Emma loves their nightly routine, from the way Regina curls into her to the way she whispers ‘I love you’ before closing her eyes. It’s something she never tires of. Lately, these nights though she’s been waiting for Regina to fall asleep.

Once Regina’s snores fill the air – not that Emma would ever be able to get her to admit it – it’s story time. Emma grins placing her hand tenderly on Regina’s slight bump, “Okay baby, where did we get to?”

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Voicemail - Neymar Imagine

Italicized words are flashbacks

Neymar’s POV

“Welcome back,” my mom greeted me with a huge smile plastered on her lips and a peck on my cheek.

It’s been too long since I came home to Brazil. Three years to be exact. Was I happy to be back? Definitely. But there was something, no someone, that always bugged me at the back of my mind. I would be lying if I said I didn’t miss her. She was all I could think about while I was in the plane looking out the window. She reminded me of the cloud: pure, fresh, and soothing. Her smile was my everything. The twinkle in her eyes is what I fell for. Even her clumsiness was lovable. How she would randomly fall, and even hurt herself at times was one of her charms. I never got over her, though, even after all the girlfriends I’ve had. But I never wanted to leave her, she was the one who pushed me away. I’m still here, though, pathetically in love with her.

“Why?” I cried out as I held onto her arm, but she kept her back to me. “Just tell me what I did wrong, so I can fix it.” I begged her.

Her shoulders were shaking violently letting me know that she was crying. I could here her sniffle as well.

“Please, don’t make it harder than it has to be,” she choked out through her tears. She pulled her arm away from me. “I just can’t be with you anymore.”

She ran away just like that. Her turned back was the last of what I saw of her. I called her a billion times, but she never answered. I came to her house, but her parents never let me talk to her claiming that she didn’t want to see me. She even stopped going to school. 

And yet, to this day, I had no clue as to why her presence just vanished from the face of the Earth.

I was unpacking in my old bedroom. It never changed except for the few things that were kept fixed to the side untouched. I opened my nightstand drawer, and saw my old phone. It was the very first version of iPhone. I turned it on and was surprised to see that it still has service. I sat on my bed as I admired the couple on the wallpaper. They looked so happy with their bright smiles that reached their eyes as they stared back at me. It hurts to realize that I never became this lively ever since. I am happy with my life and success, but I would have been more cheerful if she was around.

I looked up as a knock sounded on my door then my mom walked in. She noticed what I was holding, and a bittersweet smile came to her lips. “I see you found that.”

“I thought you would’ve cut the service once I left,” I turned to the phone in my hand once again as I unlocked it. I was shocked at the sight.

“I was going to, but I saw a voicemail right after you left to the airport,” my mom explained. I tapped on the phone icon, which had 100+ written on the red bubble at the top. My eyes remains widened as I scrolled through the endless voicemails, and all of them came from one name. “I only listened to the first one. I figured it would be something she wants for only you to listen to.”

I reached the bottom of the voicemails and saw the one dated 05-21-11. The day I left for Barcelona. It wasn’t bold meaning that someone has already listened to it, I figured it was mom.

“I’ll let you listen to it,” my mom stood up from the bed where she was sitting beside me. “I’ll make Rafa call you for dinner.”

I could only nod as all my attention was on my phone. The possible answers to my questions might be stored here. I clicked on the very first voicemail then placed the phone on my ear. The beeping sound echoed before that familiar sweet voice resounded through my ear. I can feel my chest tighten at her voice. I want to be by her side so bad.

“I figured you wouldn’t get this. You’re probably boarding the plane by now. Congratulations! You finally achieved one of your long time dreams. I’m so happy for you.” There was a long pause. “Well… I doubt you’ll be able to listen to any of this since they’ll probably cut off your number, but I guess I’ll just keep leaving you voicemails until they do. That way, it would feel like I’m still talking to you and I would be able to say what I really want to say to you…” I can hear her draw a shaky breath before letting it go. “I’m sorry, I never wanted to leave you. I still love you so much that it hurts, but I had to let you go. You still have a long, healthy life ahead of you, and I can’t be selfish to drown you in mine.” It pained me to hear her cry. “I went to the doctor a few weeks back, and I was diagnosed with a degenerative disease… t-there’s no cure for it and I-I don’t know how long I got. I want you to be by my side so bad, b-but I know that I can’t be like that. I don’t want to reprimand you from your dreams.” I didn’t even notice until then that my vision was blurry from the tears. “I will forever love you. Goodbye.”

The voicemail ended, but I was too devastated to move. All I could think about was her. She’s sick, she was hiding it from me, she broke up with me because she thinks she’s a hindrance to me. SHE’S DYING. I quickly scrolled up to the last voicemail she left me, and searched for the date, 04-24-14. It’s already been six months since then. Panic struck as I quickly scanned through the dates. There were times that she didn’t leave me voicemails for months too, so it calmed me down a bit. I still needed to see her as soon as possible, though. I quickly ran out of my room and down the stairs. 

My mom stopped me before I could walk out the front door. “Where are you going? Dinner’s about to be ready.”

“MOM, SHE’S SICK,” I turned to her with my swollen eyes, but I didn’t care. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

She looked guilty. “Her parents told me that she didn’t want you to know,” my mom admitted.

“Where is she? I need to see her,” I asked desperately.

She held onto my arm as she spoke, “I think it would be better if you listen to her messages first then I will tell you.”


“I promised her,” my mom interrupted me. “I’ll tell you after.”

I sighed. There was no point in arguing. I wouldn’t be able to find her even if I tried. It’d be faster to finish the voicemails then ask mom. I ran back up to my room, plugged my earphone to my phone, then listened to her melodious voice.

For the next few weeks that was what I did. When I’m in the car on the way to practice and back, I’d be listening to her voice while smiling to myself. After that one emotional message everything else was cheerful like how I remember her to be. She would tell me how her day was, and it would feel like I was reliving her days as if I was there the whole time.

“I’m so glad your mom didn’t cut the service. It makes my day ten times better letting out my feelings to you. Starting today, I have to be on a wheelchair. It’s hard for me stand, let alone walk. I feel bad for having to trouble people all the time just so I can do my tasks, but I’m glad to have the people around me. Ana, you probably forgot about her by now but she’s my best friend, is always helpful, and I love her to death. Oops… I probably shouldn’t be saying that,” she giggled and I couldn’t help but chuckle with her. She was always optimistic even when she

s at her worst. “But she’s the only one who stayed by my side even when our other friends ignored me. I couldn’t ask for a better best friend.”


“How’s playing with Messi. It must be really great. I was watching your game today, you did awesome as always. The goal you made was amazing. I could tell you improved a lot. I saw your girlfriend, too. She’s really gorgeous.”


“I saw your injury. It looked really painful. I hope you’re okay, and I’m praying that this won’t affect your career. I hope you get better in no time, and get back on the pitch real soon. I guess getting some rest in the mean time would be good. Don’t overwork yourself! By the way, I broke my leg today. I fell down for some unknown reason, I guess its my disease acting up. But hey! We’re both injured. I guess it’s meant to be.”


“I heard you and your girlfriend broke up. That’s a shame, I actually thought you two looked cute. I hope you’re coping well with the break up. If not, then just get some hot fudge sundae. I know it will instantly cheer you up.”


I was lying on my bed, one day, with the earphone plugged to my ear while playing with a football on my hand. It was painful to listen to her try to talk. She stutters with almost every word and sometimes she would stop mid-sentence just to catch her breath. The voicemail finally ended. I was waiting for the next one to play automatically, but it never came. I looked at my phone only to see that I have listened to every last bit of it.

I quickly got up from my bed while screaming for my mom at the top of my lungs. I ran to the kitchen where she was cooking and told her, “I finished it. I listened to every single one of them. Now, tell me where she’s at.”


I knocked on the door of the room that my mom wrote down. I was greeted by two familiar faces. It was her parents. They were very shocked to see me, but was quickly overjoyed. Her mom hugged me while telling me how glad she was that I showed up before it was too late. They led me to the hospital room, and my knees weakened at the sight. She was there, lying on the bed with different tubes and machines connected to her. Her face was gaunt and pale, and I almost didn’t recognize her until we locked gazes and that same sparkle in her eyes brightened. 

“She’s been sick. She got a cold, and with her condition it was already deadly to get infected by it. She’s not able to speak anymore, but she can still listen,” her mom choked out between sobs.

I couldn’t help myself when I walked to her and hugged her. I pulled back and saw her lips twitch a bit forcing herself to smile. I kissed her not caring about anything else, and I could feel her trying her best to respond.

“I love you. All this time, you were the only one that was in my head, in my heart. Nobody else,” I confessed to her.

A tear slipped through her eyes, and I cried with her.


Three weeks, she fought for three long weeks to stay with me. Even her doctor said that she shouldn’t have lasted that long, but she was determined to prolong her life just to have more time with me. I stood by her every second of the day. I fed her, talked to her, and took care of her everyday. I never forgot to tell her how much I love and cherish her every second, every hour, everyday.


The day she passed away, I was ready, she was ready, everyone was ready to let go, but that didn’t make it hurt any less. I couldn’t hold the tears as they streamed down. All that’s left of her now are pictures…

… and her voice.

requested by anon

wanting to try something new.

Sorry for the long wait. hope you like it