you got popular for some reason

Prompt for @sterekwritingroom


Stiles and Scott have been a duo called Approximations since they were like 12. They started to post their music on youtube and at first they got a small fanbase because they were cute and awkward turtles (some people came just to laugh at them, not nice!) but now they’ve grown up and they’re still cute but also not just cute you know, so the fanbase is here for…reasons. 

Their most popular song is “Destroyed, by Approximations” which like all of their other songs is awful and mostly half-mumbled words but also weirdly catchy.

The thing is that they’re wearing ripped clothes in that video.

Derek is a music critic who sometimes review amateur music to boost people’s career. 

Erica sends him a link. 

Things happen.

Reasons an FP/anyone may not have replied to you yet

I know that a lot of us with BPD- and other disorders such as anxiety, DPD, paranoia etc- can get really worried when those we care about don’t reply- or anyone! We worry they hate us, are angry, are leaving us, are hurt. So, here’s a list of possible reasons why they may not be replying that aren’t those! 

  • They’re asleep. This is kinda subjective to the time they’re in, but this included naps! Sometimes people fall asleep suddenly, or fall asleep before your reply
  • They’re busy. They made need to focus on something, or not be allowed on their phone. Or, they want to save their reply to you for when they can put their full attention on you and give a proper reply
  • They’re unsure how to reply yet. sometimes people need time to think of how to reply, and want to give a proper one
  • They don’t feel like talking to anyone right now. It’s not that they don’t wanna talk to you specifically- they may just be socially drained or want to focus on themselves! 
  • They’re not in a mental place where they can reply to you. This includes perhaps they’re dissociating, or can’t think straight to reply 
  • Their phone is dead. Plain and simple
  • Their wifi dropped. Same again 
  • They’re taking pleasure time. Video games, reading anything. Sometimes people need time to relax- it doesn’t mean that they don’t enjoy talking to you, they just wanna fully immerse themselves in their activity.
  • They’re interacting with someone/in a situation where it’s not appropriate to use their phone. Maybe at dinner, church, a lesson, anything
  • They suddenly have to deal with something urgent.
  • They forgot. I know this one is scary/hurts- but it doesn’t mean you’re not important to them! Maybe they saw your message whilst busy, thought they need to reply later, then forgot. Some people also have memory issues that mean they forget to reply to things.
  • They’re not logged into what you talk in. This goes esp for facebook/tumblr
  • They havn’t got your message. This can be for lots of reasons! Bad connection, app is broken, phone is slow, anything like that
color palettes and su: a descent into neon light hell

heyo everybody! first real post on here and i’m starting off with something that’s been bugging me for a while: su’s color palette. now, usually i don’t like being nit-picky but i believe this has become an issue past the point of just nit-picking. today we’re diving into su’s color palettes, and what went wrong.

as proof for my argument, i’m gonna show you some screencaps from the earlier seasons (season 1 through 2) and the pilot. i want you to take note of the color palettes in these as this post goes on

these are some shots from season 1. look at how lively and beautiful the palettes are, with a strong emphasis on contrast and how nicely all the colors flow together. su’s palettes were usually easy on the eyes, and when they wanted to go for something bold and bright, they went all out for it, and it looked great.

the pilot understands this too. everything was gorgeous, easy on the eyes, and stunning to look at

strong contrasts are everywhere, and it’s very very pretty to look at and appealing. even if there are strong and bold colors, they’re well thought out and feel natural

now….here’s some screenshots from season 4.


i don’t know if this was intentional or not, but holy hell….the color choices here burn. they hurt. physically. they’re so bright and overly saturated that nothing about them feels natural. another big issue: THESE COLORS ARE ALMOST EXACTLY THE SAME AS ONES FROM A BASIC COLOR PICKER. they’re nearly identical. no joke.

not exactly the same, mind you, but still pretty damn close. (source)

now, pray tell, what is the reason for this weird shift in color theory and understanding? i don’t know. part of me thinks it’s because once they got popular they stopped trying or there’s some miscommunication between animators? either way it’s still something to note and be aware of

kpop male groups as students
  • BIGBANG: been in highschool for 10 years. super smart and funny but have been held back because they all managed to fail their tests. still cool though and the younger students throw rose petals at their feet as they walk the halls. one guy managed to pass the test so everyone is sh00k and super sad. savage but cute
  • EXO: memes. everyone likes them except the teachers. lost a few squad members as they transfered countries. hard to keep track of but they still c00l af. everyone knows their jokes and they all have managed to get hella good grades. also hella rich and have their own table with aspiring ceos and football stars lol
  • BTS: teachers hate them. stand on tables and throw books because they refuse to be apart of the schooling system. started riots during exam period but didn't get expelled. hella cute and are involved in every club. sometimes problematic but everyone somehow loves them hehe
  • SUPER JUNIOR : most of them are in uni. everyone knows like, that one squad member because he was savage. sometimes that one guy comes back and they have a ceremony but people forget him eventually lol. senior students still remember them from freshmen year. used to take up the whole damn cafeteria cause they wouldnt stop recruiting members.
  • SEVENTEEN: lost a few guys in primary. replaces suju's spot in the cafeteria and eats all the goddamn food. everyone knows them when they're walking around in the halls as a group but separately... nah fam. sometimes you can hear the vocal members in music class from the otherside of the building
  • GOT7: gets shit grades but people love them. one guy made them hella popular because he was too extra in class. some members are unpopular but they still have freshman chasing them lmao. sit at the front of class and you can hear their laughter from outside. ruined the school play by dabbing everytime they went on stage. became viral tho so it was worth it
  • MONSTA X: freshman love them because they're extra at the appropriate times. Too early or too late to trends but they're still a crowd pleaser hehe. teachers hate them because they got scholarships for "no reason" (even though they're very smart!!). photo day is their day
  • ASTRO: everyone loves them. teachers love them. the principle hates them because they distract everyone with their happiness. pass all of their exams and are involved in many clubs. everyone only knows that one guy tho because of his photo day picture (he looked hella g00d)
  • BAP: got expelled for doing the same shit as bts l o l. but the principle called them back in after a few years because he realized that they got scholarships for a reason lmao
  • INFINITE: no one knows every single guy individually but they can sense their outgoing atmosphere, yknow. everyone ignores them but they also don't want them to graduate and leave lol
  • VIXX: no one talks to them because they're scared they will get roasted and become twitter famous lol
  • KNK: known for being the tall freshmen. no they dont play on the basketball team. no one knows their names but its because they seem shy when in reality everyone's too lazy to look up all the time and talk to them so they just ignore them
  • SHINee: did they graduate? no. the teachers won't let them so they have to suffer a few more years. worth it tho because they inspire every student. sometimes bring chaos into the school but the principle is cool about it lol
  • NCT : freshmen who appeared from nowhere. jk they were in their rooms srudying the entire time cause their parents were hella strict. had to be split up into groups according to favorite subjects because the teachers felt sorry for the cafeteria ladies at this point. some guys are in more than one group tho cause their parents hate them yikes
  • BtoB: no one remembers their grades. they just know them lmao because they're handsome and speak in a lot of ceremonies. seniors who look like they've been friends for 15 years. kinda quiet but... also hella loud lmao
  • WINNER: one guy left the school and everyone cried. got shitty grades because the teachers forgot about them. had some amazing test results but no one noticed
  • iKON: were supposed to be studying music but somehow their main subject became japanese. no one knows what they do because they all spend their life in that goddamn japanese class room. teachers pay too much attention to them but do nothing oml
  • Shinhwa : older than half of the teachers. no one remembered them but they still walked into school 5 days after reunion day and somehow everyone kind of did remember them... idk lol. got good grades and sort of encouraged the students after them to pursue their dreams :'). still hella old tho
Humans Not Ageing

(preface: english isn’t my 1st language, so sorry for any mistakes/awkwardness)

ok so, I’ve been thinking about this “humans are space orcs/space australians/space fae” thing, and. you know how we’ve got this popular idea (in movies, anime, etc) of supernatural-and-or-otherwordly beings who age extremely slowly or just stopped aging entirely for some reason and so look extremely young (usually younger than the main crew) but are actually centuries older and wiser than any other character? well, what if we had something similar?

(the following is from a dream so please excuse the blatant inaccuracies and illogical stuff) so, what if, since the travel from earth to whatever alien society takes too long, and humans only have so many years to live, nasa or whoever starts developing something that stops human aging? At first, it only works temporarily and people need to come back regularly for booster shots, but they eventually figure out a way to stop aging entirely (they’re just as vulnerable to everything as normal humans, but they don’t age and their mentality also stays stuck at their age), and start sending these people to space.

eventually, they realize the problems with the no aging thing, and as people start living among aliens, they figure out a way to naturally make humans age slower/have longer lifespans to match aliens instead. a lot of the no-aging people end up dying from the mentioned discovered problems, so they end becoming a legend so aliens don’t know they exist.

so then we’ve got a standard alien ship. the other aliens know humans are pretty insane, but they’re also still pretty young so it’s like the way teenagers are insane but *kids*. then they find out human steve actually doesn’t age and is twice the age of the oldest alien onboard and has more knowledge that their entire database.

Submitted By: @goldisbad

Spider-man - Peter Parker x reader (1/2)

Originally posted by zgallagher

Summary: Peter is shocked to find out that you like Spider-man, because he has a crush on you. (PART 1)

Word count: 521

Warnings: None

A/N : Thank you all for 100 followers! ༼ つ ಥ_ಥ ༽つ

“Peter knows Spider-man!”

You turned around immediately.

“Y-You know Spider-man?” you asked in a shaky voice. Your palms started to get sweaty for some reason.

“N-No! I mean Yes! I mean, do y-you like Spider-man?” he asked, as he got up from the ground. He scratched his neck in embarrassment.

“Who doesn’t” you replied with a chuckle.

Peter just stared at your face for a while.

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why i love (all) the signs
  • (pisces sun/scorpio moon/aquarius rising/venus dom pov)
  • aries: as hot headed and impulsive as you guys are, you are really supportive and loyal friends. you will beat up anyone who decides to hurt someone you love or care for. you are super fun to hang out with too! i have never met a boring aries, and i don't think i ever will. aries make awesome friends. if you want someone to beat up that jerk that has been harassing since last week, go to an aries.
  • taurus: honestly just the coolest people ever. not only are you guys super attractive, but your also really and laid back and chill. you're also very dependable and i can't help but look up to you guys for that. not to mention that you're quite smart as well. you might not be the easiest person to deal with when it comes to arguments or making decisions (you can be quite stubborn, which is a good and bad thing!), but you guys are still awesome people and i love you guys.
  • gemini: idk why but there is something so charming and attractive about you guys that i just adore. you're creative and fun people, and your hearts are (most of the time) in the right place. your friendly and accepting and that's probably the reason why every single gemini sun or moon i have met is so popular! not to mention that every single gemini i have met has some kind of talent that they are really good at. whether it's filming or cooking or cheerleading, all of you guys have some kind of talent, and you are always good at it. i almost envy how lovable you twins are. keep it up gemini folks, you're one of my favorite signs.
  • cancer: not as innocent as you think, but they are still very huggable and nice people. cancers are either really shy and quiet or really optimistic and cheerful. some cancers that i have met are even snarky and sarcastic (kind of like a scorpio or aquarius) but are still affectionate and nice to be around. i love cancers because they are the kind of friends that will make you cookies for no real reason, or will give you hugs when you're feeling down (or just because they want to). cancers that i have met also have a very weird sense of humor that you can't help but love. these people are really cool. go hug a cancer.
  • leo: either loads of chill, or no chill. leo people will try their best to make everyone happy, but won't go all the way if they don't want to. they are generous and helpful people. surprisingly, i have not once met a leo that was popular and full of themselves. in fact, most leos i have met are pretty humble (MOST not all). they are also very funny and friendly as well. leos are the kind of people that will greet you with a bear hug every time you see them. in my opinion, leos would make awesome dads. they are really cool friends too. they've always got your back, too.
  • virgo: kind of like cancers, all virgos that i have met have a very weird and goofy sense of humor that you just love for some reason. they are also not as worrisome and uptight as predicted. i love virgos mainly because of their humor and sarcasm. they can be a little prickly at times, but they are one of those friends that will support you no matter what stupid bull crap you decide to do. they will get you out of a mess that you got yourself into, they will lend you a pen if you forgot yours at home or lost yours in science class. virgos might be a little reserved or shy at first but they slowly open up to you and begin to show affection. i personally find this part of them adorable.
  • libra: cheerful, friendly, and goofy. a libra is the kind of friend that will brighten your day when you are in a funk, and will take you out somewhere for whatever reason. they are without a doubt the best people to party with, but you might want to keep an eye one them...they can easily get carried away when drunk! most libras that i have met are also hopeless romantics, and will gush about some old couple they saw holding hands while walking down the street. they also got sass. libras are really fun and energetic people, and make super cool friends.
  • scorpio: my god you guys are awesome. your funny and sarcastic, but also supportive and kind. similar to an aries, scorpios will beat up some kid that has been bullying you or your ex partner that decided to break up with you over the phone. scorpios are really cool (and kind of reckless) friends that are lovable in every way. they can easily become the life of the party, but they can also be quite introverted as well. it just depends on the person really. scorpios are also passionate and loyal lovers, which is rare to find these days. scorpios are really amazing people, and deserve all the love in the world.
  • sagittarius: for a person who lives in a family where half of the people are born under the sign of sagittarius, i have met my fair share of sags. they are friendly and caring like a leo but also a bit reckless and impulsive like an aries. i love sags because of how lovable they are. idk why but there is something so attractive and lovable about sagittarius folks that makes me so happy when i meet one. like libras, sags have lots of sass and are really goofy. they are the kind of friends that will take you out on a car ride when you're feeling down or for no reason at all. sags are really just super fun people that you can't help but love.
  • capricorn: i have met all different kinds of caps. cheerful ones, shy ones, awkward ones, energetic ones. i have only met one introverted capricorn. capricorns are without a doubt the kind of person you want as a friend. they are not only smart cookies, but they will do special things for you like buy you a random present for no real occasion or help you study for that next math test. they do small things for you that i really appreciate...not to mention that is kind of cute. in fact, capricorns have their own little cute quirks and habits. i have met so many different kinds of caps, but the one thing they all have in common is how great friends they can be. if you want a friend for life, go to a capricorn.
  • aquarius: my favorite sign. they are friendly and goofy and just so lovable! they are hilarious and very cool people. they are quirky and fun in so many ways, and i have never met an aquarius that wasn't interesting! aquarius folks have such a fun personality! i can't enough of them. like geminis, almost every aquarius i have met has some special thing or talent about them that they are always good at. they are also good at dealing with people. they can also be a little rebellious, which for a pisces like myself, i find really cool and attractive. aquarius people are simply amazing, and are without a doubt my favorite sign.
  • pisces: and then there are these guys. very nice people, without a doubt. the thing i love most about them is their creativity and humor. i have yet to meet a pisces who didn't have a thing for one of the arts. they are also very nice people as well. some of the nicest people i have met are pisceans! they are also very accepting. it doesn't matter whether your a boy, girl, gay, trans, bi, preppy, emo, hipster...they can become friends with any people with any personality (unless those people are jerks to them). pisceans are also really funny! they are such great people with their hearts always in the right place. i have yet to meet a pisces i didn't like.
1 Year and Counting

It’s April 27th. It was precisely a year ago -and- a day ago (I forgot to post this yesterday xD) I created my blog and got my frist notes on tumblr. I remember being at a friend’s house at that time, and getting a overly excited for reaching 70 notes on this fanart overnight <3.

This place has been hell. But mostly Valhalla ;) No matter if I got a scar due to the drama last year, the HTTYD community gave me reasons to smile and laugh. It is you who I have to thank, no matter if you are a distant admirer, a silent follower, a regular reblogger, or a crazy mutual <3 c:

Thank you for sticking with my possibly annoying appearance, haha :D

Let me link you to some things <3

“Special” posts:
-My first post
-My first animation (that has been posted twice (because I was still learning How to Train Your Tumblr))
-My first comic
-My most popular post (by notes)
-My personal favorite post
-The most meaningful animation I’ve ever done

My highlights

  > by @hello-em75 <3)
-The HTTYD calendar 2016
-JUST DO IT on my dash
  > I blame @tarched
 > @fifylou-berklife
 > @vixivalkyrie
 > @emmalennyeddie
 > @obsessedwithdreaming
 > @dragonpride99
 > @jennis41digsdragons
 > @raide-draws-fanart
-#tarffiewedding2017 (March 4th)
  > I blame @amare-sili (yes…I blame only one person :P)
-De Booty day 2017 (April 18th)
  > I blame @avataviking / @graphrofberk
-Discord in general (hell)
  > Sorry @angies-team, but I have to blame you :P)
-Meeting the neeeerd @tarched <3

My Uptown Girl *Jughead Jones x Reader*

Originally posted by betty-and-jughead

Originally posted by chaneloberlinvevo

Summary: Based off the lyrics of Billy Joel’s song Uptown Girl

Pairings Jughead x Reader

You walked around Riverdale High with a certain grace, an almost happy bounce in each of your steps. No one could mistake your smile; it always present, from the beginning of the day to the end, in fact, it got bigger on some days.

You are everything Jughead Jones The Third isn’t. You are happy, wholesome and sweet, caring and good. You came from a well-to-do family, wealthy and snobby, yet you weren’t like your parents. You were nice to everyone you met, you are the popular girl without the hateful stigma behind it. Despite that you weren’t allowed to hang around with any old riff-raff, your parents set standards or guidelines and even managed who your friends were, for obvious reasons Cheryl is your closest friend.

Jughead was no exception of the love everyone had for you; Riverdale’s sweetheart. He fell for you like many other guys, he didn’t want to, but it happened over time. You somehow wormed your way into his heart. He set up this demeanour that he was brooding, unable to receive let alone give love to someone, and from the moment you came back from spring break he knew he was in trouble.

If people knew he even had a crush on you everything he built up would be gone. His ‘tough’ exterior would be gone because of you!

“You’re staring at her again,” Archie’s voice sounded from behind Jughead; the beanie wearing boy jumped, slightly glaring over his shoulder at the red-head. “Why don’t you just go over and ask her out?”

Jughead scoffed and went back to watching you, like a creep, he knew that. “I can’t, you wouldn’t understand!” He pushed off the wall of lockers, turning to look at Archie who was searching through his own.

“What’s to understand?” Jughead rolled his eyes, “Seriously, I don’t get it.”

“We’re two different people, Archie.” Archie rolled his dark eyes, “She’s from the uptown, where the rich live and I’m… well, let’s just say my family isn’t exactly respected. Y/N, she’s-”

“-Nice?” Archie cut off. “She isn’t interested in anyone’s home or family line, you know that. In fact, if anyone is able to entice her it’s you,” his friend smiled and patted his shoulder.

Jug sighed, “She’s never had a boyfriend, let alone a guy like me ask her out. She’s living in this clean bubble, she shouldn’t get involved with someone like me.” Jughead shrugged, slipping his hands into his jacket pockets as Archie shuts his locker.

“You’re so dramatic,” Archie exhaled, “if she doesn’t know you like her, then she doesn’t have the choice of dating someone like you. Who by the way, is a decent guy and intelligent, with a twisted sense of humour but is a loyal friend.”

Before Jughead can sarcastically wit his friend, the rest of the scooby gang shows up. “Whoever is writing Archie’s speeches; I need their number.” Veronica grinned, standing between the two boys with Kevin at her left and Betty to her right. “What locker conversations are you two having?”

Jughead gives a look to Archie, who completely misses it. “Talking about Jug’s crush,” that makes Veronica’s eyes go wide and look at the glaring teen. “Yeah, on Y/N, I told him to go over and talk to her but apparently Jug here is living on social platforms now.” Archie shrugged at his best friend’s glare.

“Juggie, you are so in Y/N league.” Betty comforts to which Jughead scoffs at his friend, who gives him a challenging look.

“Actually,” Kevin pipes up, “I heard Y/N is growing tired of her high-class toys and all the attention from the uptown boys.” He shrugs as Jug frowns, “What I’m saying is, maybe, you’ve got a slim chance if she’s willing to make a choice for a guy of such… standards as yourself.” Jug gives a mock smile to Keller who doesn’t seem fazed.

Veronica smiles, “See, you have a chance. Betty was right, Kevin has the inside scoop and Archiekins gave you the pep talk,” Jughead raised his eyebrows. “And I’m threatening you, if you don’t go over there and talk to her, I’ll personally cut up that precious beanie of yours!” Jug sighed and nodded, making the raven-haired girl clap as he trudges over to you.

He glares over his shoulder as he friends all huddled together, watching from afar. As he walks over to you, he watches as you bring out various different school books from your locker, tucking a lock of you (Y/H/C) behind your ear, smiling as Jug stops a little short of you. It’s silent for a moment as Jughead thinks of what to say, only you beat him to it.

“Jones, what do I owe the pleasure?” You grin, moving the three textbooks to be cradled in your left arm as you shut your locker, your white cardigan delicately hanging off your shoulders. “I heard your writing for the Blue and Gold with Cooper, am I being interviewed because I campaigned for more vegetarian options?” He chuckled at that, shaking his head.

“Actually, no, not about your recent campaign.” You chuckled and nodded, “I just…” He stopped and studied you for a moment, he really liked you, truly he did. But he couldn’t compare to the guys wanting you also, the guys who could offer to give you the nice things you’re wearing. He didn’t care if he embarrassed himself with the potential rejection, he couldn’t live with himself if the entire school, town, mocked you for having him as your boyfriend. “Wondered… did we get any Science homework?”

You let out a little sigh, a small frown coming upon your face that he watched quickly get concealed by another bright smile. “Yeah, we got Chem, want me to give you notes?”

“Uh, no, it’s fine… I’ll ask Betty,” you nodded and watched him waiting for something else to be said but it wasn’t. He just nodded and stalked down the hallway, head bowed and shoulders tensed as he turned a corner, you frowned at his odd behaviour; he wasn’t any different from the usual, although, he never asked you about homework.

Shrugging, turning and bumping into Veronica Lodge, you smiled an apology. “Hey, Y/N, what was Jughead just talking to you about?” You frowned a little, why did Veronica wanna know that?

“Uh, asking if we had any science homework… why?”

Veronica let out a frustrated sigh, “That idiot. He’s not so tough,” you were frowning more by the minute as she talked, “and you’re more oblivious than I thought you’d be!”

“Excuse me?” You asked, “I don’t know what you’re talking about, I am not oblivious, Jughead just wanted to know an answer to a simple question.”

“That he could have gotten from Betty,” you snapped your mouth shut, “He’ll hate me for spilling his well-kept secret but he likes you.” You chuckled, Jughead never liked anyone, did he? “Laugh all you want, it’s funny having people like him adore you, I’d know from experience but… maybe consider him?” The bell rings before you can question or say anything, Veronica shrugs and smiles at you before leaving, “Jughead, although savvy with words through writing, isn’t so when expressing them outwardly.”

*Pop’s Diner: Next Day*

“You didn’t tell her,” Veronica stated again as she sat down in the booth directly opposite him. Archie on his left and Kevin sliding in beside Veronica, Betty squeezing herself in beside Keller. “I thought you were gonna tell her?”

Jug rolled his green eyes, “No, you said to go over and talk to her,” he pointed out. “I did exactly that, it was a pleasant conversation if I do say so myself.” Veronica rolled her eyes.

“Why is it so difficult to admit you like her, to her?” Archie asked.

“Cause that’s a very straight guy thing,” Kevin sips his strawberry milkshake, answering for Jughead and receiving a less than impressed look from Archie.

Jughead sighed, “Because I can’t afford to do stuff like dating or gifts, I lost my job and maybe, even if I get another job I still wouldn’t be able to buy her all the things she likes.” His voice getting more agitated.

The table becomes quiet as Jug leans back against the booth, folding his arms and looking out the window. Betty ends the silence by talking to Archie about his music, everyone allowing Jughead to be in his head, but not leaving him alone. If he truly wanted to be alone he would have jumped over the back and left, he didn’t do that.

From looking out the window he notices you, tentatively walking towards the diner. He hadn’t seen you… ever in Pop’s, not without Cheryl or maybe, a few other River Vixens. You were dressed in a dark blue coat, unbuttoned, showing the pink sweater underneath plus jeans. He frowns when you notice him in the window, making a gesture for him to meet you outside. He hops over the booth; pushing the diner door open and walking out into the cold towards you.

“What’s up?” He frowned gently.

“So, I’ve been thinking,” You began, “if you need help with that Science homework, I can help you?” Jughead frowns at you, “Just I’m passing that class, not that I don’t think you can’t do it or fail, I just wanted to offer my assistance.” You ramble a little chuckling nervously at the end.

Jughead lowers his gaze to the floor before looking back at you, “Did one of my idiots talk to you?” You chuckled and nodded causing him to sigh out.  “Listen, I don’t think it’s a good idea for you to be seen that way with me.”

“So, like my parents, you’re gonna be making decisions for me too?” You asked with a raised eyebrow, “what makes you think I give a damn what people think of me? You think I’m nice girl because it makes people like me? No, I’m nice because that’s just me.” You explain smiling a little up at him.

He shakes his head a little, the little amount of dark hair falling into his face as he towers over you. “We’re two vastly different people, you know that, right?”

You chuckled, “Sometimes you love someone because of the reasons they’re not like you!”

The air is thick around you both, you were waiting for Jug to say something but he had no words nor thoughts to what you said. It’s how he felt; he loved you for all the reasons you were different to him.

“I get that this might seem like some, stupid, uptown girl bullshit to you. I’m rebelling against my parents or something by dating you, it’s not. I just… you’re you, you know? This broody, writer type, that would laugh at this cliche.” He chuckled at that, “Then Veronica told me, kinda made it clear and just, I came here hoping…”

“That you’d help with my science homework?” You sighed and chuckled, nodding. “Well, I finished it,” you frowned as he smiled, “so, more time for burgers and fries, right?”

You followed him into the diner, a little in front as you walked to a booth, turning in time to see his friends give Jug supportive thumbs up. You grinned as he slid in opposite you.

“What about your parents?” Jug asked with a little frown, resting his arms on the table, leaning a little in and you mimicked his posture with a grin.

“Screw them,” you added an eye roll for dramaticness.

He huffed a chuckle. “I’m already causing a bad influence on you,” he amused as you smiled, adding a little half-shrug.

“You can’t be that bad of influence cause you’re in love with an uptown girl,” you point out.

Jug exhales through his nose, giving you a look. He leans forward a little, table edge digging into his torso but he doesn’t care, he connects his lips with yours in a short but sweet kiss. It’s like everything he hates about romance novels suddenly make sense, the butterflies and ‘fireworks’ suddenly happen, he curses himself for letting this happen to him. His heart racing, he pulls back a little and looks at you, you’re smiling with a faint blush.

“So, what can I get my uptown girl?” He nods to the menu, “I get any milkshake flavours on the house, by the way.” He adds with a mocking cocky smirk.

You laughed, “Well, if dating you means on the house milkshakes then I’m your girl,” He chuckled with a slight blush of his own at that.

(Hope people enjoy this. My dad was singing this as he cooked and I thought instantly, this is a Jug type song and I had to write it! Let me know what you think. - Ro)

I tagged people from Five Hundred Words, the next part will be posted Saturday (figured you’d guys would like this): @caitsymichelle13 @gurliest @florenceivy @katshrev @thelastxgoodthing @merrahonthawall @idkmilla @tinastark2015 @oh-balls-you-idjits @imahuricane 

junhui college au!
  • guys, I burned my fingers
  • so it hurts when I type
  • I apologize for the delay, please bare w/ me!
  • let’s go!
  • jun would probably be an undecided major
  • he’d get all the core courses over with
  • but he was still trying to find out what he really liked
  • but you
  • you were an art major
  • you loved drawing
  • you liked sketching
  • and designing
  • and coloring
  • and everything art included
  • you were in your junior year of college
  • and so was jun
  • but neither of you really talked to each other
  • you thought he was the most gorgeous man on campus
  • but you’d never have the courage to go up to him
  • and he thought you were the most pretties girl on campus
  • and he’s seen plenty of pretty woman
  • but he thought you were breath taking
  • he’d watch you sketch in your pad from afar
  • he’d always wonder what you were drawing
  • he has always wanted to see your drawings
  • he was so curious 
  • both of your admired each other
  • but had never spoken to each other
  • but one day
  • you were in your art class
  • your art class was pretty small
  • about 13 students
  • so you were pretty close to everyone
  • one of your friends and you were talking
  • “so it’s the new semester, do you know what our project is this time?”
  • your friend asked you
  • but you were just as clueless as her
  • “I have no idea”
  • before your conversation could progress
  • your professor walks in
  • but he isn’t alone
  • he has 13 boys walk in behind him
  • “good afternoon class! today, as you all know, we will begin our new semester project!”
  • you try to take in all the visuals in the room
  • your eyes trail down the line of boys
  • until you hit jun
  • he was looking straight you
  • for some odd reason
  • neither of you looked away
  • it was a comforting stare
  • as if you guys were communicating somehow
  • “and I was able to get these 13 wonderful volunteers to help me and you with this project”
  • you finally leave jun’s glance
  • and focus on your professor 
  • “you will be assigned a model to draw with all the elements and detailed as possible, you have a month”
  • you knew this was coming
  • you saw it coming
  • you just hoped you wouldn’t be assigned jun
  • because that would be 
  • the teacher starts naming the pairs
  • “hansol is with lisa”
  • “mingyu with sunny”
  • until she called jun
  • “jun is with y/n”
  • you screamed internally
  • you banged your forehead internally on the desk
  • “you guys can start as soon as you’d like, you have a month”
  • the professor left the classroom
  • leaving the ‘models’ 
  • (which were really good looking students with a free period)
  • with you guys
  • jun makes his way over to you 
  • and you gulp nervously
  • out of all 13
  • he was the most confident
  • “y/n, right?” he takes a seat next to you”
  • you nod, “yes”
  • “jun”
  • he sticks his hand out for you to shake
  • you accept it kindly
  • his friendliness breaking the barrier you both had
  • “so are we gonna start now?”
  • “no, not here, let’s go outside”
  • you collect your things and jun follows your lead
  • for some reason
  • you liked to draw outside
  • the natural lighting was the best
  • and since your drawing had to be detailed and realistic as possible
  • you needed jun in the best lighting
  • “so first, we’re gonna start with a sketch”
  • you positioned jun on a bench
  • he posed naturally
  • “is this good?”
  • he smiled at you 
  • and you melted
  • “that’s perfect”
  • you begin to sketch jun
  • looking back at your pad and at jun
  • his features were so sharp
  • as if he were already a work of art
  • you were worried you wouldn’t do him justice
  • but you had to have some confidence in yourself
  • you took many breaths
  • sweat dripping down your face
  • and you were done with the sketch
  • “done! it’s just the sketch!”
  • you hand the notebook to jun
  • because he quickly stood up
  • eager to see your work
  • “wow! it’s so cool! you’re so talented y/n!”
  • hearing him call your name casually made you feel close to him
  • and when he complimented you
  • you felt your cheeks get hot
  • “y/n! can you come here really really quick!”
  • your friend calls you from across the courtyard
  • you don’t hesitate and tell jun you’d be right back
  • you left jun alone
  • with your sketch pad
  • he didn’t think before looking through your sketch pad
  • he just wanted to see more of your work
  • he always wondered from afar
  • and now it was in his grasp
  • he sees most of your work was nature and lifestyle objects
  • he turned to the pages at the end of the pad
  • he sees a bunch of outfits you’ve designed
  • you really did it all
  • he admired how talented you were
  • and he could see a bright future ahead of you
  • unlike him
  • he wasn’t sure what he wanted to do
  • or what he was good at
  • jun quickly puts your pad on the bench and waits for you
  • he watches you as you walk back from your friend
  • your hair blew in the wind
  • your skin glowed under the sun
  • he was mesmerized “jun? jun?”
    you have you hand in front of him
  • he barely realized you were back 
  • “uh yeah?”
    he tries to pull it off
  • “my friend invited us to go eat, you down?”
    jun doesn’t hesitate to join you and your friend
  • your friend who was also an art major
  • she was drawing someone named hansol
  • so jun, you, your friend, and hansol
  • end up eating at a popular deli close to campus
  • you get to know jun more
  • which kind of helped
  • if you knew him better
  • maybe it would help you draw him better
  • his personality was bright
  • he laughed and smiled a lot
  • you found out he was close friends with hansol
  • for some reason you all got along so well
  • it’s like you and jun were meant to be friends
  • you both clicked so fast
  • days passed 
  • and jun and you used the ‘project’ as an excuse to hang out
  • you both knew you liked each other’s company
  • but jun would distract you from your drawing 
  • and he’d make funny faces
  • and you’d just laugh and tell him to get serious
  • and one day
  • jun and you were at the art store
  • because you ran out of pages in your sketch book
  • and he wanted to tag along
  • that turned into a hang out day around the city
  • “so have you decided you major yet?”
  • you ask jun as you both walk down the busy streets
  • “no, i haven’t found what I’m good at yet”
  • you could tell how down and confused jun was
  • “it’ll come to you soon, I know it”
  • you reassure him and he nods
  • you and jun soon got hungry
  • so you both stopped by a food truck
  • “I’ll buy” 
  • jun stops you from pulling out money
  • and you don’t argue
  • because jun is stubborn
  • and you wouldn’t win an argument against him
  • you both take a seat and enjoy the street food together
  • “excuse me sir”
  • a man well dressed in a suit taps on jun’s shoulder
  • you both look up at the man
  • and he seems really friendly
  • “I couldn’t help but notice how visually pleasing you are, and I think you’d really suit our company! here’s our company’s card!”
  • he leaves jun with a card
  • and you can’t help but feel so happy for him
  • “jun! you could be a model! you just got scouted!’
  • he blushes and shakes his head
  • “I don’t know…I think I want to finish college first”
  • he reads the card
  • “well yeah! do that, but you can get some experience now and get a portfolio together and everything!”
  • jun’s heart warms up and how passionate you were about what he should do
  • “maybe you’re right”
  • the month was almost up
  • and you had the base of jun done
  • all you had to do was paint it
  • and you still needed him to paint him
  • “y/n, I had a question”
  • jun asked, but he didn’t move a muscle
  • he knew you had to paint it perfectly
  • “ask away”
  • you mix paints together and begin to work
  • “remember a few weeks ago when I got scouted?”
  • “yes, I remember”
  • jun takes a pause before continuing
  • “well, you said I had to get experience, and the school is having a fashion show, and I signed up to walk the runway, but they need more designers, and I’ve seen your work! you could totally be an amazing part of the fashion show!”
  • you freeze
  • jun saw your designs?
  • you were slightly embarrassed
  • because you only kept those to yourself
  • “you saw those?”
  • you take a pause from painting
  • “yeah, they were amazing”
  • you don’t think it’s a bad idea
  • it would help jun out
  • and it could benefit you too
  • “I’m down”
  • once the month was over
  • you turned in your final work of jun
  • you got an A (ofc)
  • and now it was time to start your new project
  • which was designing clothes for jun and the fashion show
  • this took a lot of time and dedication
  • you had to measure him and everything
  • “the guy from the company is coming”
  • jun speaks as he watches you sketch ideas 
  • “really? well then I’ll make sure you look extra good”
  • you give him a thumbs up and he smiles at you
  • you design two outfits for jun
  • the style was chic with a mix of street style
  • the fashion show was at the end of the year
  • and you were so nervous with all the stress
  • next year you’d be a college senior
  • and you’d have to find a job quickly
  • sure enough, the fashion show came quickly
  • just as quickly as you and jun grew so close
  • you revealed the outfits to jun two days before the show
  • just to make sure they fitted
  • and they did!
  • when you arrived backstage of the fashion show
  • you were looking for jun
  • he texted you the room he was getting his makeup done in
  • and you found it quickly
  • “hey!”
  • he greets you as soon as you speed in
  • “he-”
  • you look up at him
  • and 
  • he 
  • looked
  • amazing
  • his hair was styled perfectly 
  • his makeup was barely any he looked so good
  • “y/n!” he snaps his fingers in your face
  • “oh! here, here, put this on!”
  • you hand him the outfit quick;y
  • he removes his shirt quickly
  • and you gasp as you turn around
  • “jun!” you scold and cover your eyes
  • “what?” he laughs at your sudden shyness
  • “you couldn’t have waited till I left?”
  • he just continues to laugh and gets undressed
  • with your back facing him
  • once jun was dressed
  • you escorted him to the entrance of the cat walk
  • “okay, you look good! I believe in you! you got this! show that company what you got!” 
  • you touched up jun’s outfit as you hyped him up
  • he just looked down at you as you fixed him up
  • he loved how supportive you always were
  • how positive you were
  • “you’re up!”
  • you look up at him
  • he was nervous
  • but he couldn’t afford to mess up now
  • he nods at you before stepping out onto the catwalk
  • you watch jun from the tv backstage
  • he looks like a professional
  • he only practiced his walk once
  • and he was killing it
  • he was drop dead gorgeous
  • any modeling company would want to sign with him
  • he walked across the stage smoothly and cooly
  • flashes of cameras 
  • claps from the audience
  • jun loved it
  • he loved the moment
  • once he made it backstage 
  • he was quickly rushed to change into the second outfit
  • and it was the same routine
  • jun loved the rush backstage
  • he loved how exciting it was
  • and for the first time, he found what he was good at
  • once the fashion show was over
  • you ran up to jun
  • “you did so good!!!”
  • he laughs at how cute you were 
  • “thank you y/n” 
  • he pulls you into a hug 
  • and you were shocked at first
  • it being your first physical contact with him
  • but you hugged back in less than 3 seconds
  • “mr.wen?”
  • you both turn and see two men walking towards jun
  • one was the same man from last time
  • and the other was a new one
  • “you are very talented, and you know what you’re doing out there on the runway, why don’t you sign with us?”
  • the man speaks
  • and jun almost screams
  • “I’d love to! but I’d like to finish college first”
  • the man nods understandingly
  • “there’s no rush, you’d just have to sign the contract now, and once you’re done with college, you can come work with us”
  • you almost cheer for jun right there in that moment
  • but someone taps your shoulder
  • you turn around and face an older woman you’ve never seen before
  • “are you miss y/n?”
  • you nod and walk farther away from jun so he could talk to the men
  • “I’m a designer myself and I own my own company, and I saw your work, and I’m in love with your style, and the model made it look even better!”
  • “thank you so much!”
  • “I wanted to offer you a job at my company, here’s my card, if you’re interested, you can give me call and we could meet up any time!”
  • she hands you her card and leaves with a smile
  • you were so happy
  • you could finally have job and enjoy it
  • jun walks up to you once he’s done talking
  • “so what was that about?”
  • “a designer offered me a job”
  • you show him the card and he takes it
  • “really?! that’s awesome!” 
  • he subconsciously hugs you
  • he was so excited for you and himself
  • “wait, I wouldn’t been able to do this without you”
  • jun tells you and he slowly releases you
  • you look at him puzzled
  • “if I never went out with you in the city that day, I never would have been scouted, I never would have found out what I’m good at, because of you, I found what I liked doing”
  • jun was being soft and it made you melt
  • “well, I have to thank you too, if you never had seen my work and asked me to do the fashion show, I would have never got a job”
  • jun hugs you again, but this time it was for a longer time
  • “I never told you this, but even before we started talking, I admired you, and now I like you more than ever”
  • jun’s words were so blunt
  • he was so confident in confessing to you
  • but you feel exactly the same way towards him
  • “I do too” you let go of jun to look up at him
  • you both smile at each other
  • laughing at each other
  • this was the best day of your life
  • you got a job 
  • and you got jun

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requests are always open! (:

1997 [3]

Part 1, 2

Characters: Dean Winchester, twin sister!reader, Sam Winchester, characters from 4x13, OC characters.

Words: 1500

Tags: @daughters-and-winsisters @evyiione  @darkestgrungeuniverse @fabulouslycassie @delessapeace-blog @mariairwin666 @1amluke @saveprettydays @cookee50 @yoursmilemakesmeloveyou @samanddeanshotsis

A/N: Just gonna clarify that this could be any town, I’m not thinking of anywhere specific while writing this. The episode ”After School Special”, where I’m taking names and characters and so on from — I’m using the setting — might take place in a certain town, I don’t remember, but yeah. My series doesn’t, it’s just a small town, that’s all.

Music suggestion: Tennis Court - Lorde (Again, I just listened to it while I wrote, and didn’t think of the lyrics, so yeah.)

Your name: submit What is this?

The beautiful thing with moving around and switching schools like you and your brothers did — was that you could become anyone. No one knew you from before, no one knew what you’ve been through — and they definitely didn’t know what your father did for a living either for that matter.

So, you were free to be whoever you liked, because the only ones who really knew you — the real you — were your family. Because, no one ever got to know you. Because, before you could make friends, true friends, you had to leave again. Just like Sammy had said.

Dean usually hung around the ”cool” kids. With his sarcasm and charisma, he had no problem with getting people to laugh. And for some reason, he was popular with the girls too. You didn’t understand that one.

Sometimes, you joined Dean and hung out with those crowds. But, other times, you went a different way. You tried out hanging with almost every type of group that existed in high school.

It was just that you didn’t bother this time. This time, as you said to yourself, you were going to keep to yourself. It would spare you energy, and then it wouldn’t be hard at all to leave. There would be nothing to miss.

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anonymous asked:

can you recomend any comics with a mlm relationship with a merman?

Yup! Both mermaids and mermen have been popular themes over the last year or so for some reason.

Until Sunset: Isaac has resigned himself to being stuck alone in his family holiday house for 2 months – that is until he meets Derek, a merman that got wounded when swimming too close to a fishing boat. Now Isaac gets to spend his holiday nursing his new friend back to health, and finds that he wouldn’t want to spend it any other way.

Acquine: Acquine tells the unusual love story between Nicco and Suhn, an aspiring pirate and a lost merman, and his adventures at sea!

Semiaquatic Love: A young merman wants to get out of the sea and go on an adventure on land. Will he succeed? Maybe with the help of a certain pirate…

The Meeting: A short love story about a Merman and Centaur.

Out of the Blue: A short bit of experimental nonsense about a boy and a fish monster.

Something Special

Originally posted by fairestcharming

Request: (by @chigonaconchaHey! Can I request a Winn Schott one shot where Winn wants to ask out reader but doesn’t know how and finds out she’s never been asked out on a date?? Also if u could tag me in it that would be awesome thank uuuu

Pairing: Winn x Reader, feat. Alex, James, and Kara

Warnings: N/A

Words: 2155

A/N: This hits way too close to home…

Winn sat at his computer at the DEO, fidgeting with a toy that he kept on his desk. He stared off into space as he contemplated asking you out. It wasn’t so much whether to ask you out or not, but rather how to ask you out. He always got nervous talking to beautiful women, but with you, it was worse. You were really special to him and therefore needed to be asked out in a special way. He couldn’t just ask you.

“Earth to Winn!” Alex waved a hand in front of his face.

“What? Oh hey, Alex.” He shook his head. “What can I do for you?”

“Can you trace this for me?” She handed him a piece of paper with something written on it.

“Sure can!” He took it from her and started running a trace on his computer.

“So, what’s on your mind?”

“What do you mean?”

“You were totally zoning out a minute ago.”

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I thought I might as well let my followers know.

I’ll stop sharing my art and quit tumblr soon (aka in the month, today is 17th of july).
Quitting tumblr because of irl reasons. This blog been dying slowly those days anyway so I’m guessing not that much of you will read this. But for those who enjoyed my BNHA fanarts I’m sorry and maybe one day you’ll see more again, maybe.

I don’t like watermarking stuff and tumblr is a popular website so the art thieves were to be expected I guess. But lately I’ve seen a lot and this was bothering me but once again, because of irl I got no time nor energy to spend on telling these people to either give me credit or delete their repost.
But that’s not really the reason why I’ll stop sharing, it would be a ridiculous reason haha, it just had to happen at the worst time, or at least I noticed it at the  time I shouldn’t (some people told me about it as well and thank you all for warning me). So yeah, mostly irl and for at least 1 year if not 2.

Maybe I’ll find other options since then who knows.

But if you didn’t read all of the above :
IN A NUTSHELL : Except the 1k followers rewards, the fanart of Todoroki Shouto for my friend’s video, the video song project and the collaboration comic of BNHA I talked about I won’t be posting anything else here anymore.

Thank you for your understanding and I apologize in advance for this sad turn of events.

I still hope you enjoyed your stay on this “it-became-a-i-draw-too-many-shoutos-blog” and have a wonderful day.

Princess (Luke Hemmings)

i lack the self-control to wait more than two days after posting to post again so. lucky you.


“Hey, princess.”

You instinctively rolled your eyes, knowing the comment coming from down the hallway was for you. You ignored it, however, and continued to gather your books for your third period class. The boots striding along the tiled floor of the hall got louder and louder until the clink of a zipper hitting the locker next to yours rang in the air around you.

“You know, it’s not polite to ignore people when they’re talking to you, princess,” Luke shook his head, eliciting another eye roll from you.

Luke Hemmings was the school’s resident bad boy slash soccer team captain, causing trouble everywhere he went. You weren’t as popular – most of your classmates didn’t even know your name – but for some reason, you were the person Luke chose to pine for.

“You know it’s not polite to ignore people when they tell you they don’t want you to call them princess, Hemmings,” you shot back, still not looking at him.

“When have you ever said you don’t want me calling you princess?”

“Ah, let’s see…” you pretended to think about it, “Every time you call me princess?”

“Huh, weird,” he hummed, shrugging, “Anyway, I’ve got a proposition for you.”

“Oh, boy; I can’t wait to hear it,” you said monotonously, shoving your pencil into the spiral of your notebook.

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I’ve mentioned “romantic fantasy” in a few recent posts, and some of the responses have made it apparent that a lot of folks have no idea what that actually means - they’re reading it as “romance novels in fantasy settings”, and while some romantic fantasy stories are that, there’s a bit more to it.

In a nutshell, romantic fantasy is a particular genre of Western fantasy literature that got started in the 1970s, reaching its peak in the late 1980s and early 1990s. Its popularity sharply declined shortly thereafter, for reasons that are far too complicated to go into here; suffice it to say that you won’t find many pure examples of the type published after 1998 or so.

It’s tough to pin down exactly what romantic fantasy is in a few words, but you’ll definitely know it when you see it - there’s a very particular complex of tropes that defines it. I’ll try to hit the highlights below; not every romantic fantasy story will exhibit all of these traits, but most will exhibit most of them.

Romantic fantasy settings are typically “grown up” versions of settings that traditionally appeal to young girls: telepathic horses, wise queens, enchanted forests, all that stuff. Note that by “grown up”, I don’t mean “dark” or deconstructionist; romantic fantasy is usually on board with the optimistic tone of its source material, and any grime and uncertainty is the result of being a place that adult human beings actually live in. Protagonists are natives of the setting, rather than visitors from Earth (as is customary in similar stories targeted at younger audiences), though exceptions do exist.

In terms of stories and themes, romance is certainly a big presence, but an even bigger one is politics. Where traditional fantasy is deeply concerned with the geography of its settings, romantic fantasy focuses on the political landscape. Overwrought battle scenes are replaced by long and complicated discussions of political alliances and manoeuverings, brought down to the personal level through the use of heavily stylised supporting characters who function as avatars of the factions and philosophies they represent. Many romantic fantasy stories employ frequent “head-hopping” to give the reader insight into these philosophies, often to the point of narrating brief scenes from the villain’s perspective.

The “good” societies of romantic fantasy settings tend to be egalitarian or matriarchal. Patriarchal attitudes are exhibited only by evil men - or very occasionally by sympathetic male characters who are too young and sheltered to know better (and are about to learn!) - and often serve as cultural markers of the obligatory Evil Empire Over Yonder. Romantic fantasy’s heydey very slightly predates third-wave feminism, so expect to see a lot of the second wave’s unexamined gender essentialism in play; in particular, expect any evil or antagonistic woman to be framed as a traitor to her gender.

Usually these societies are explicitly gay-friendly. There’s often a special made-up word - always printed in italics - for same-gender relationships. If homophobia exists, it’s a trait that only evil people possess, and - like patriarchy - may function as a cultural marker of the Evil Empire. (Note, however, that most romantic fantasy authors were straight women, so the handling of this element tends to be… uneven at best.)

Magical abilities are very common. This may involve a unique talent for each individual, or a set of defined “spheres” of magic that practically everyone is aligned with. An adolescent lacking magical abilities is usually a metaphor for being a late bloomer; an adult lacking magical abilities is usually a metaphor for being physically disabled. (And yes, that last one can get very cringey at times, in all the ways you’d expect - it was the 1980s, after all.)

In keeping with their narrative focus, romantic fantasy stories almost always have an explicitly political character with a strongly progressive bent. However, most romantic fantasy settings share mainstream fantasy’s inexplicable boner for monarchies, so there’s often a fair bit of cognitive dissonance in play - many romantic fantasy settings go through elaborate gymnastics to explain why our hereditary nobility is okay even though everybody else’s is icky and bad. This explanation may literally boil down to “a wizard did it” (i.e., some magical force exists to prevent the good guys’ nobles from abusing their power).

I think that about covers it, though I’m sure I’ve overlooked something - anybody who knows the subject better than I do should feel free to yell at me about it.

(As an aside, if some of this is sounding awful familiar, yes - My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic draws a lot of inspiration from romantic fantasy, particularly the early 90s strand. It’s not a straight example of the type - there are very few of those around today - but it’s not at all subtle about its roots.)

Bad Boy!Jungkook

Who’s ready for bad boy!Jungkook bc I’m ready for this (I’m actually not at all but lol) also thank you s o much for 300 followers!

  • Pierced up af tbh
  • We’ve got spectrum/nose, we’ve got spider bites, we’ve got eyebrow, probably tongue let’s be real
  • Also tattoos
  • He has a full sleeve on his right arm and a half sleeve on his left (he’s already making plans to finish it)
  • His hair is always black but he does dye it once or twice a year when he feels bored enough
  • Although Jimin is the appointed fighter of the group, Kook has had his fair share of blows
  • Most people tend to leave him alone bc he just gives off this vibe that says he could fuck someone up and he has
  • But also the less than wise people assume that since he’s the youngest, he’s the weakest but oh boy do I have news for you
  • We’ve all seen him carrying the boys around like it’s nothing (he was like 16 in nmd and he had to do the lift with Jimin that says something) so I’m not gonna mess with Kookie
  • He acts pretty cold around school tbh and he tends to have a permanent glare on his face but for some reason, people still try to talk to him
  • He, of course, ignores all of them but they still try
  • He doesn’t really flirt all that much, he may flirt with a couple people at a party if he’s got enough drinks in his system but he never really dates anyone
  • You happen to be one of the people that catch his attention at one of the parties Jimin had thrown, stood by the table instead of out on the dance floor
  • You weren’t crowded around the boys or any of the popular students there, you were simply off to the side with one of your friends, talking and laughing with them as if this was just a lunch date
  • He left the boys to walk over to you, wanting to know more about the only two people stood to the side of the party, particularly the one with the pretty eyes
  • If he had been mildly intrigued before, his interest heightened when you only rolled your eyes at him and turned away before he could even say hello
  • You weren’t a mean person, anyone who spoke to you for longer than a few seconds could back that up but you weren’t interested in his crowd or his type
  • You make that very clear to him when he tries to speak to you and for a moment, Kookie feels what it’s like to be on the other side of being turned away
  • He keeps his eyes on you for the rest of the party, glancing over every few minutes to check on you
  • He was a bit shocked you’d rejected him so easily, normally he was the one to ignore people but now he’d lost control of the situation and he had no clue how to regain it
  • He doesn’t see you again until he notices you in one of his classes, sat on the other side of the room of where he normally sits
  • He ditches his usual seat and sits next to you, immediately leaning over and saying hello
  • You don’t respond, not even bothering to look up from your reading
  • He peeks at the book cover and tries to start a conversation about it but you once again don’t budge
  • You’d think the kid would take a hint and leave you alone but he continues trying to talk to you everyday, for a week straight
  • At that point, it isn’t about romance, he’s just purely curious about you
  • Eventually, you snap and have to tell it to him straight
  • “Look, I don’t know what your problem is but can’t you see I don’t want anything to do with you? You’re the type of kid who finds fighting and breaking into stores entertaining and I just want to get through high school without getting arrested”
  • He just gives you this smirk that honestly makes your heart skip a beat bc bad boy or not you have to admit he’s n i c e
  • “What if we make a deal? Go on a date with me, just one, and if I don’t change your mind by the end of the night, I’ll never talk to you again and I’ll make sure none of my boys do either”
  • You tell yourself you’re just doing it bc you want him to leave you alone but honestly you’re starting to like how confident he is
  • He tells you he’ll pick you up that night but he never really says when so you just get ready once you get home
  • You wait for hours, distracting yourself with studying and playing on your phone but you give up once your clock hits ten
  • You’re honestly more disappointed than angry bc you were starting to like tolerate the kid and now he stood you up
  • It isn’t until your clock hits 12 that you hear something hit your window and a voice quietly calling your name
  • You look outside to see Jungkook underneath your window and even though you don’t want to admit it, you feel relieved that he came
  • He tells you to come down and you figure you might as well yell at him for ditching you so you go downstairs and meet him at your doorstep
  • Before you can say anything, he’s grabbing your hand and running towards his motorcycle
  • You’re too in shock to say anything and you’re literally still in pajama pants bc you weren’t planning on going anywhere since it was the middle of the night
  • He gives you his jacket to keep you warm and helps you put on the helmet and it finally clicks in that you should protest but he’s already revving up the bike
  • You find yourself grabbing onto him and you actually really like the feeling of the wind against the sleeves of your his jacket and you really don’t want to be enjoying this but you are
  • He stops in front of a gate with a bright “Do Not Enter” on it
  • The second he takes the helmet off of you, you use it to hit his arm but he only laughs and hoists himself up over the gate
  • He looks at you from the other side, giving you a challenging smirk and the look honestly makes you want to hit him again but it also makes you want to prove him wrong
  • You can almost hear him taunting you about not being brave enough so you grab onto the gate and swing yourself over
  • It’s an old abandoned building that’s definitely seen better days 
  • He tells you it used to be a library, that it shut down years ago but no one ever bought the property
  • He slides one of the windows open, helping you climb in
  • You have to take a moment to let the sight in front of you sink in tbh
  • He’d taken the time to set up candles all around the room, a few in one of larger aisles where he’d laid out a blanket and a few pillows, a single rose sitting on the blanket
  • He’s nervously watching your reaction and it’s honestly confusing to him because since when did the Jeon Jungkook get nervous???
  • He doesn’t even realize he’d been holding his breath until you grab his hand and turn to him with this bright smile and he just about melts which is even more confusing bc he doesn’t do melting he’s a bad boy
  • You two sit down on the blanket and he brought along a bag full of snacks that you two quickly dive into 
  • He shyly admits he’d set it all up by himself and you honestly have to hold back a coo at the lil red tint to his cheeks
  • You two just sit there, talking about anything and everything that comes to mind, the candles giving just enough light to see each other
  • You have to admit he looks really nice with the candles lighting up all of the right angles of his face 
  • You somehow find yourself with your head on his chest and his strong arms around you as you two watch the sunrise together
  • You have to give credit where credit is due so when he asks if he changed your mind, you say yes and his face lights up in the most sincere smile and his eyes are just so happy and he can’t help but give you a kiss goodbye
  • He’s the first to say I love you and he means to say it super casually but it comes out in a stuttered mumble and he just freezes up bc he’d planned it all out and he just ruined it within a single second
  • But you just smile and say it back and the precious smile that only you can bring out shows up again
  • The boys tease him relentlessly bc Kookie always went on and on about how he would never fall in love and yet here he is, a lovesick puppy
  • You two honestly balance each other out
  • He brings out the adventurous side you never knew you had and you help calm his overly wild ways down
  • But one day he gets into a fight with one of the boys that infamously hates all of the boys and although Kookie had held his own, he did walk away with a few scrapes
  • He shows up at your house at three in the morning with torn up knuckles and a cut lip and you don’t even have to ask bc you already know exactly what happened
  • You sneak him up to your bathroom and make him sit on the counter while you get the first aid kit
  • You help clean his wounds, starting with his hands first bc they’re more hurt than his lip is
  • His hands are always warm and they’re so much bigger than yours but you still hold onto them as delicately as you can bc one of your least favorite things is Kookie in pain
  • You move onto his lip and you can see him giving you the same adoring look he always gave you but you’re too focused on getting him healed up to give it much attention
  • He kisses you as a thank you
  • He has a habit of grabbing your face when he kisses you, his hands being quick to move your hair out of the way and his thumb rubbing soft, slow circles into your cheek
  • He normally leaves his forehead against yours long after you two have pulled away, just letting his eyes take in your features and he always whispers a quiet lil “I love you”
  • He’s actually a really sweet boyfriend tbh
  • You’re the only one to know him in and out, of course the boys know most of his secrets but there are things he’d never told a single other soul besides you and he knows you better than you know yourself
  • He lets himself be childish around you and he never has to worry about putting his guard down
  • Even if he did, you somehow always saw past it anyways so he doesn’t bother trying to keep it up
  • He just loves you full heartedly bc you’re his first and last love
Love and Kindness {S.M}

non-requested// imagine where you and Shawn went to high school together and he wasn’t so nice to you, but you run into one another and things are different

author’s note// sorry i haven’t posted in like seventeen million years but i hope you guys like this one!! 


You were bullied your senior year of high school. Freshman through junior year were fine, since you lived in Texas, and you had friends and you were actually kind of popular and super good at volleyball. 

Then you moved to Canada for your senior year because your dad got some transfer in his job and you had to move to some stupid town in Canada. 

And jeez, those stereotypes about Canadians being nice isn’t all that true. 

There was a group of kids who just really hated you. Like for some reason, they hated every little thing you did. It started when you asked one of them who was in your Current Issues class, who looked pretty decent and kinda looked like one of the girls on your volleyball team back in Texas, when volleyball tryouts were. Turns out she was most certainly not the type to play volleyball, cause when the word came out of your mouth, she cackled and the other two girls who heard started laughing as well, as if you had just dropped the most hysterical line in all of history. Ever since then, they decided to make your life a living hell, especially that Lauren girl who you talked to that first day of school and her boyfriend Shawn. 

Shawn was simply the worst. Shawn was on the hockey team, and you could tell that the one you went to, which you were harassed at, he was extremely good. When you first saw him, he seemed like a nice guy. You thought you’d strike up a conversation with him during AP Humanities. Didn’t work out well. He made fun of your accent, which you didn’t really think existed and the fact that you were wearing a Beatles shirt. It still didn’t make any sense whatsoever, but it happened. And he also made your life a living hell, but it was whatever. It only lasted for one year, and as soon as you walked on that stage and got your diploma (Shawn and Lauren’s posse booed you, and they got shushed but it didn’t change the fact that you were legitimately booed at your own freaking high school graduation) you were out of there. You packed your things, and you were on your way to Stanford. 

Since you didn’t really have any friends and your rec volleyball team you joined was absolute trash, you had more than plenty of time to ace your SAT’s and keep a 4.5 GPA (cause of the honors and AP classes) so you got into Stanford. You were so happy to leave, in fact, you were ten times more than happy. You moved out before summer was even over, cause you couldn’t bear ever see these wretched people ever again. Your parents understood. Your parents loved you and missed you after you left, but they sure understood why you never wanted to come back to that town. 

And you usually didn’t. Stanford was great, the people there were great, there was a pretty good volleyball team, and you were getting your degree in Criminal Law. Like, life was pretty great. You went back “home” every holiday, and for some birthdays and surprise visits, but it wasn’t often. You managed to not run into any of them, for the most part. You saw Lauren once, but she didn’t see you and you saw Ian at Home Depot and he waved at you, a wave you didn’t return. And you saw Shawn all of the time, since he had kind of become a world famous pop star. So you saw his face a lot of places, but it didn’t bug you. You didn’t have to deal with him harassing you. For the most part. 

Your hands gripped the wheel of your car as you drove down the highway. You had just landed back in Canada, and rented a car. Your knuckles turned a bright shade of white as you clutched the steering wheel. You were back in town for your Dad’s birthday, you hadn’t been able to make his birthday last year due to some pretty important exams. And your Dad meant the world to you, so you made a big effort to be here this year, even though he wanted to go out to eat at the place that everyone always goes to for any and every event, so you’d for sure see someone you knew. Somehow. You were ten miles away from the restaurant, and your heart was beating a million miles a minute. You were nervous just to be back in the country. You were nervous you were going to see them again. You were nervous they were going to make fun of your Stanford hoodie, or the fact that you wore tall fuzzy socks over your leggings, or the fact that you breathe. Because those thinks aren’t above them two years ago, you don’t think they’d be above it now. You felt the air in your car getting thicker, and you couldn’t breathe. You felt all the words rush back. 

This hadn’t happened in a year. This hadn’t happened in a year, even when you came back just two months ago for Christmas, you hadn’t felt this way. Heck, last time you were here you saw Lauren, and this didn’t happen. Your vision started to get blurry, and you knew you needed to pull over. You saw the sign of a 7/11 and somehow managed to pull in and park without running someone over or hitting a lamp post by some stroke of luck. You quickly removed your seat belt at the speed of light and hopped out of your rental car, praying you didn’t throw up before you got out, so you didn’t have to pay to get it cleaned. By yet another stroke of luck, you make it out of the car before you threw up. All over the concrete. You threw up because you were nervous about the off chance of seeing some people you didn’t particularly care for. You heaved, trying to catch your breath and make your head stop spinning. The words they had said throughout that year started to fade from yells into whispers and you could again see the pattern of the birds on your shoes. 

“Y/n? Is that you?” You heard a voice call, and you knew that voice so well. You felt like you were going to throw up again. 

You looked up, your long hair flipping up, and pulling it back behind your shoulders and wiping your mouth as you looked in his direction. His arms were crossed over his chest, as he leaned back on his black jeep. His lips were turned up in a teasing smirk as he saw your face, white as a ghost. He was wearing all black, which you had noticed he had adopted after he became famous, because you never remembered him wearing black skinny jeans once. 

“Shawn?” You questioned, knowing damn well that it was him. He let out a chuckle as he pushed himself up from his car, talking long strikes towards you. You winced with every step that he took. You wondered what he would say. You wondered what he would make fun of you for. Would he remind you of something you did in high school that no one else would ever remember but him?

“You okay?” He put his hand on your back, not seeming so disgusted by the puke pooling at your feet. You craned your neck so that you could face him. You furrowed your eyebrows and gave him the most confused look you could muster. 

“Is this some kind of joke?” You laughed, shrugging his hand from your shoulder. He sucked in a breath, obviously not expecting that one, but he didn’t get angry or try and defend himself. 

“No.” He answered simply. He looked down at his hands. He started to mess with his fingers. He seemed almost… nervous? 

“Am I on some television show? Is your manager around?” You kept going, probably going a little further than you needed to. But he went a little further than he needed to all of high school. 

“No, I promise.” He let out a little chuckle. He was about to put his hand on your shoulder but he caught himself rather quickly. 

“Well, I’m gonna go! I wish I could say it was good seeing you!” You started for your car door, but his hand grabs onto your wrist. You felt your pores seethe, but not necessarily with anger. 

“Y/n, come on.” You looked up, and you looked into his eyes, accidentally of course. 

Okay maybe not. 

“I’m sorry.” He started. His eyes bore into your soul, and you couldn’t tell if he was as good an actor as he is a singer. You looked down at his hand on your wrist, but you didn’t pull away. You stood there, his large hand wrapped around wrist, both of your eyes locked on your skin touching his skin. 

“That’s nice to hear.” You managed to get out before you shook your wrist away. Yanking it away seemed a bit extra. 

“Hey, how about I drive you to wherever it is you’re going, and I can bring you back afterwards. You’re sick, I don’t want you driving.” Was this Shawn? Was this the kid that joked around that for Halloween he was going to dress as you, but he may traumatize some kids. 

“Um.. I don’t know.” Your hand slid onto your car door handle, starting to open it. 

“It isn’t a trap or whatever. Like, I’m just worried about you.” He looked down at his hands again, this time very obviously nervous. 

“I’m going to dinner with my parents…” Your hand stayed on the silver handle, but didn’t open it. 

“I can go with you, or wait in the car, or go somewhere else. Please, I can make it up to you, since I was a little mean to you senior year.” He muttered. You let out a sharp scoff. 

“A little mean?” He looked up at you, wincing just like you were only moments ago when he was walking towards you. “You harassed me, Shawn.” He nodded. 

“I was. I’m sorry. Please, let me make it up to you. We can catch up?” He suggested. You contemplated for a moment. Why would you get into a car with this dude? He will probably lock the doors and start roasting you within three or four minutes. Once a jerk always a jerk. 

“Yeah sure.”

What the hell? Did you actually just agree to get in a car with a guy who caused you to go to therapy for two years? Honestly? What is wrong with you?

But his eyes lit up, and he took your hand, and laced his fingers with his. You were about to pull away but your skin started to crawl, but the feeling wasn’t disgust. If you didn’t know any better, you would’ve said that feeling was sparks. 

You made your way to Shawn’s car, your fingers still laced together, your entire body feeling alive. It was so weird. He even opened the door for you? Two years ago he would’ve probably slammed a door right on your face, breaking your nose. You got in, and he ran around to the other side, jumping in and turning on the car. 

“So, where are you going?” He asked, backing out of the parking spot. 

“Alo.” You looked out the window, trying to push that nausea back down your throat. But it felt a little more like butterflies than it did nausea. 

“Oh, wow. I used to love that place. I think Hannah works there, or maybe Lauren?” He looked off a little, thinking. “I don’t really remember. I don’t really talk to any of them except for Ian.” He shrugged. 

“Yeah I don’t really talk to any of them either.” You scoffed, looking away from Shawn quickly, in case he looked over. So he wouldn’t know you were looking at him. 

“Yeah, I mean, I’d understand why.” He laughed, trying not to make it awkward, but it was already too late. “So um.. How’ve ya been?” He didn’t look in your direction, which was good because you looked at him and it would’ve been extremely awkward if you made eye contact. 

“Good. Stanford is nice.” You stated simply, not going too into detail. He didn’t deserve to know all about your personal life. But you ached to tell him more. 

“Wow, Stanford? That’s amazing!” This time he did look in your direction, and when his eyes met yours, it wasn’t all that awkward. In fact, you could’ve sworn you saw him blush. But maybe it was just a trick of the light. 

“Yeah. Had plenty of time to study since I didn’t have any friends whatsoever!” You laughed, killing whatever mood it was that was there only seconds before. 

“Oh..” He trailed off a little. “I mean, you have friends at Stanford though, right?” He looked over for just a second, and then averted his gaze back to the road. 

“Yeah, plenty. Some of them asked me if I knew you, actually. There’s a few big fans of yours in my dorm. After I told them what high school I went to, I’m surprised they didn’t go into cardiac arrest.” Shawn let out a laugh, which surprised you. He had only ever laughed at you when he was making fun of you or making a joke at your expense. 

“You’re funny, you know that? God, why was I so mean to you?” He glanced at you again, and this time you were absolutely certain he was blushing. “I mean you’re actually not bad. Better than not bad. I mean you’re absolutely stunning. You’re funny. God, Y/n, I’m sorry.” He let out a breath. You weren’t sure if he was faking it. 

Did he just call you stunning?

“Oh wow..” You sputtered, trying hard just to get words out. “Thank you. I mean, not thank you, but I appreciate the apologies and the… t-the compliments” You scooted closer to the window, trying to move away. But it was a car, and it was actually kind of hard to scoot away from someone in the car. 

“It isn’t a problem. I mean, saying nice things and driving you. It’s the least I can do.” He chuckles, turning into the restaurant parking lot. “What do you say tomorrow I drive you to a restaurant again, but this time, I will actually go and eat with you instead of waiting in the parking lot to take you home?” He had parked and was looking right into your eyes, and this time, you were the one blushing. 

“Wait, you want to go on a date with me?” You probably shouldn’t have asked that. 

“More or less.” He smiled, and looked down. “It’s only the least I can do.” He looks back up and the smile is gone, and only a look utmost sincerity was plastered across his face. You felt so many things wash over your body, and you couldn’t quite control your words or emotions. So all you could manage to get past your lips was;


The look of sincerity was overtaken with a look of pure excitement, that was obvious he was trying his hardest to suppress it.  

“Well okay. That’s great. So um..” He looked down again. He kept doing that. “I’ll wait here. You go eat with your family. And when you get back, we can make plans for tomorrow, eh?” You only nodded in agreement, quickly hopping out of the car and scurrying into the restaurant. 

You started to feel nauseous again.

Wait no, that’s butterflies

Yeah for sure, butterflies. 

author’s note// hey my dudes you should send me those asks like “opinions on…” or “you think shawn would…” or bullet point things like please i beg of you i wanna feel cool!!!! p.s THE DEAR EVAN HANSEN SOUNDTRAcK CAME OUT I WaNNA DO AN IMAGINE OFF OF IT DWLKCJ@:UIHc IRS SO FGOOD

anonymous asked:

Can I request for Todoroki Shouto? Him having a sister (which is the reader) which he hates but she admires him? But later finding out she ran away because she can't stand how her family treated her? And also later finding out she rescued a bunch of people and sacrificed her life for all of them (up to you wether she lives or not)? Sorry if it's a little complicated but thank youuu!!!

I hope this is okay!

Shouto Todoroki

Originally posted by tobigifs

He isn’t sure what to feel when your eyes look into his and you reach up, your hand grazing just under his scarred eye. Your thumb wiped away a stray tear that he didn’t know had come from him. Your smile was weak as you looked him in the eyes.

“You’ll be a great hero, Todoroki” You whispered and he finally felt a familiar feeling.


He doesn’t remember when he began hating you.

During his childhood he never had a connection with his siblings. He was always kept away from him, his father claiming he was better than him but you, you would always turn to look at him and wave at him. He remembers one time you had snuck into his room just to give him some candy you somehow managed to snag.

So why did he hate you?

Was it because of the freedom you had? The love that your mother shared with you? Or perhaps the quirk you had?

You shared your mother’s quirk. A key reason as to why she did not fear you as much as she did some of her other children, like she feared him. The scar on his left eye reminded him of this. It reminded him of her fear, of his father.

When he’s told you’ve runaway he’s indifferent to it. He doesn’t care. It’s not like the two of you were ever close. Although, a bitter thought crossed his mind as his sister left the room, how lucky you got away.

There are news articles and stories about your disappearance. Theories of you being kidnapped are popular however, everyone in the household knows the truth behind your leaving, even if he refuses to accept it.

It takes him a while before he can finally face his mother but when he does he feels his chest become lighter. He feels as though he can finally breathe freely, a small smile graced his lips as his mother reached out, a hand placed gently over his.

“(Name) was always fond of you” She spoke, her eyes looking out the window as if recalling a past memory. “She was always one to compliment your abilities. She knew you were going to be a hero one day. It seems as though she was right” Her voice grows weaker as she looks him in the eye, “Have you heard from her? They say she has not been found”

“No. I haven’t.” He says, he tries to hide his irritation but his mother notices and she pulls her hand away and looks back towards the window.

“She didn’t have it easy either.” She confesses the look of guilt on her features causes him to ask more.

A month passes and no one is able to find you, leading people to believe you’re either dead or you’ve run away. The police refuse to say anything to the press and Endeavour seems like he couldn’t care less.

“One less useless child to feed”

The room is filled with tension as everyone makes their way back to their respective rooms. It’s easier to just forget their father said anything. It is however, a growing reminder that there is only one child he cares about.

There is screaming and he finds himself lost in the cries for help. The pro-heroes are stuck dealing with the nomu’s that had showed up. The building that is collapsing is a whole other issue that heroes can’t be bothered with. Just as he’s making up a plan a wall of ice covers the front of the building, causing it to momentarily stop its collapse. His attention is immediately drawn to you, your face was hidden by the hood on your jacket but he knew.

“Please!” A woman screamed as she grabbed hold of your arms, “My son! My son!” She cried as she tore one hand from your side to point it at the collapsing building. “He’s still in the building! Please save him, hero!” You take her hand and remove it from your arm. You speak to her for a moment longer before you run into the abandoned building. Todoroki follows you, pushing past the people trying to run away.

It’s hard to see in the building, smoke is filling the rooms quickly and he fears that at any moment it could explode, or collapse. He runs towards the direction he hopes you’re going, covering his mouth as he jogs up the stairs.

“(Name)!” He yells when he sees your blurred figure. He can’t remember the last time he had called your name and maybe that’s why you don’t respond. When was the last time anyone called you by your name? He manages to get to you and places a hand on your shoulder. You turn around, a young boy in your arms, limply.

“Is he…”

“No. We need to get out now. We only have a few minutes” You say and Todoroki nods, surprised by your sudden authoritative tone of voice. The fire at this time had surrounded the three of you and you quickly shoved the boy into Todoroki’s arms. A sudden loud scream from the building being pushed beyond its limits fill the room and in an instant you slam into Todoroki’s side, causing him to stumble to the ground.

“(Name)-“A piece of the ceiling slams against the weakened concrete and suddenly the floor gives out. He feels cold and everything goes dark.

He wakes up to scratching and muffled calls of people. His vision is blurred for a moment before he sits up, the boy still in his arms. A crystalized shield had surrounded him and the workers had been attempting to cut a hole so that they could get the two out. He raises his hand and melts the ice surrounding them.

“Are you alright?” A man asks as he helps Todoroki out of the ice. When he slowly nods the worker turns towards the younger boy who is being wheeled off to an ambulance. “You’re lucky you two survived. How did you-“

“My sister!” He says suddenly, turning to the worker. He can’t remember the last time he called you that. “She was in the building when it collapsed. She saved those people, she saved me.

“Whoa, we haven’t-“In that exact moment, the loud barks from a dog a few feet away catches the attention of the worker and Todoroki. He doesn’t waste time in running towards the dog, almost spraining his ankle on the way as he ignores the worker’s protests.

“Hey kid you can’t be here-“He pushes past the man and the dog and crouches down, pushing the dirt and debris away from you. It takes a while and fighting off the hands trying to pry him up and away from the building’s remains.

Then he sees you. You’re barely breathing. You’re bruised and broken as he pulls you up, as best as he can. He rests you against his shoulder, your body leaning into him.

“Shit- It’s another kid. Call the medics” One of the workers hiss to the other and he can hear the mumble of the worker and the static reply of another.

“(Name), (Name) please” he calls out as he pushes away some of the stray hairs from your face. You scrunch your face up and slowly open your eyes. “Please stay with me’ He says as his grip tightens around you. The worker stays back as he allows you to have your moment with your brother. Perhaps he already knows your fate.

“Shouto?”  You ask weakly, your hand reaching up to him.

“Yes (Name). It’s me” He says as he holds your head and you smile, your eyes gleaming as you let out a laugh, followed by a deep cough that rattles your weak body.

“My hero,” You say.

“Your father never liked your sister. He was rough with her. Do you remember the night she snuck into your room? The night she gave you those little candies that you loved so much? He beat her. She couldn’t walk by the end of it.”

“I need you to stay with me,” He said as he pulled you further into him. You let out another shaky laugh as you look at him.

“You’re so amazing Shouto. I watched you on the TV. You did so amazing. You won second.” You sigh as you lean further into him. “I can’t believe you’re my brother. You were always so amazing.”

“A few years after that, when she went into elementary school we found out that he ribs had hardened around the ribs, causing it hard for her to breathe. It was the effect of being beaten repeatedly, not that the doctor would explicitly say that. We were given a choice, give permission to let her go to surgery and possibly die during the operation or stop her from doing any activities. We chose to not do the operation.”

When he heard you let out another deep cough he felt panic rise in him as you slowly looked up at him, still smiling. You were still smiling… why?

“She was locked in her room, insulted by your father repeatedly. He let his anger out on her often. When she came to visit me it was obvious. I never brought it up. I never tried to stop it. What kind of mother was I? How could I let that man hurt my children so much? But she admired you so much Shouto. She knew you were going to be a hero someday.”


You didn’t seem to use your left side” You hum as you gently hold his left arm, your grip felt non-existent as you slowly began to nod off. “Shouto….”

“(Name) I need you to stay with me-“

“It doesn’t matter now Shouto. We both know what’s going to happen. I either die here or I die at home. Here, Shouto, I’m a hero.” You finally looked up at him, your eyes still gleaming despite the impending doom. “Shouto. It’s your quirk. It’s not our father’s. It’s yours.”

Your thumb wiped away a stray tear that he didn’t know had come from him. Your smile was weak as you looked him in the eyes.


p>“You’ll be a great hero, Todoroki” You whispered and he watched in horror as your hand fell to your side.