you shouldnt be reading these you should be following this guy

boom boom; no one asked but here is my perceptive on the ‘i want to be mare but i am white- what should i do/ would i get the role?’ topic.

please no hate, i’m allowed to state my opinion.

The answer to the question (for me) is very simple: no. personally, i do not think you would get the role. you might be the best actor in the whole world, but pale as hell, and i don’t feel as if you should get the roll. there are so many different reasons why (here are a few):

1. the casting/ directors would get a TON of backlash. Mare is latina, and if they were to cast a white person in her role it would be whitewashing. some people might refuse to go see the movie which could make it drop in popularity, and income, which would all in all be terrible. it could be taken out of theaters sooner, and ruin jobs for the casting, and director. 

2. there needs to be more representation in the media. red queen has a huge following, and if everyone in the fandom tells all there friends and families to see the rq movie (when it comes out) who have no previous reading experience to the books, it will get more population, thus more ads on tv. more people will see it. and the best part would be– that there would be a non-white lead!!! i mean think of how big that would be, i know there have been leads in the past who have not been white, but i mean a latina lead would be amazing! it would make people see past race and say (or think) ‘hey not every white person is the hero, heros can be anyone, any race.’ And for people who havent read the book think back on the movie think mare is white, remember her as white– which she isnt. it would also open peoples eyes to different races in big screen media.

3. In book one, mare’s skin is paled to fit into silver life. think logically here guys, if mare was cast as a white person how would they do this? throughout the series mare struggles as who she is always saying ‘im not Marena (idk how to spell it give me a break)’ what would happen for this scene? honestly? would they just take it out of the movie? its half of the red queen book! and even if you got a ‘spray tan’ to try and not be pale, or make yourself look more ‘latina’…… dont. dont even think about doing that. one, you shouldnt try and change your damn race for a role its not appropriate at all. two, just dont. seriously.

4. If a younger generation saw the movie, it could make them looking up to mare. i mean hell, who doesnt look up to mare? shes a badass. but it would influence the younger kids (or something) to look up to different people of different races, expanding there line of intrest.

some additional mini-rants/ points:

- acting is just the half of it, looking the role is also looked upon at casting calls and is still very important.

Now for the answer for ‘what should i do’: I think you could still try out if you are white. you CAN try out for mare, i am not stopping you at all, just be remembering my points. if you dont get mare just dont be salty. dont let race stop you from living your dreams, 

add what u guys think!! (if u want im not forcing u)

gdesertsand  asked:

• Lovino and Antonio only know each other as fanfiction writers and not in real life. They were friends as writers but strangers in reality. So how things will go if one day Antonio catch a glimpse of what his favorite customer (he is a waiter in a café) writing about and it turns out it is the new chapter of his friend’s ongoing story? (Thank you again!)

This is essentially a text-fic! I didn’t know they could be so hard to write, but they are, man. With all that formatting. *Shudder*. But it was still fun and I’ve been meaning to write a text fic for AGES. 

tomato-turtles: Antonio
lovirage: Lovino
actual-prussian-badass: Gilbert
fancy-fucking-francis: Francis
actualsunshine: Feliciano

EDIT: I forgot to add, for the sake of this fic, let’s assume the two are writers in the Harry Potter fandom, mostly because Harry Potter is a well-known universe and it won’t confuse anyone. Also, let’s assume that they’re both Remus/Sirius shippers, because that pairing is cool. 

Antonio always dropped in his customary ‘good morning’ in the Tumblr chat. Lovi used to get super annoyed initially, but now he just played along. Antonio suspected Lovi looked forward to his good mornings. 

tomato-turtles: hi lovi!! how are ya

lovirage: hey tt. 

He always called Antonio ‘tt’, short for Tomato Turtles: his name on AO3,, and of course, Tumblr. 

tomato-turtles: i reread your new chapter after you told me you were worried about it
tomato-turtles: and it’s so cute!! really youre such a good writer <3 

lovirage: thanks. 

tomato-turtles: why were you so worried about it anyway

lovirage: i got a fucking flame comment saying i needed to get hit by a bus and stop writing 

tomato-turtles: WHAT NO 
tomato-turtles: WHO IS THIS 

lovirage: relax tt. i don’t really care, i deleted the review
but it still made me worried that maybe the new update for my fic sucked

tomato-turtles: IT DOES NOT. IT’S SO CUTE

lovirage: good to know
lovirage: hows your morning going

tomato-turtles: mmh the same really. getting ready for work
tomato-turtles: im putting in a couple of extra hours this week because i want to go on a roadtrip with gil and francis over the weekend

lovirage: these friends of yours, they seem crazy. theyre the same ones that got drunk and spray painted moustaches onto every fashion hoarding they could reach?                                                                                                           

tomato-turtles: they never got caught for that lol
tomato-turtles: what are you gonna be doing today? 

lovirage: idk it’s a saturday so i’ll probably just sleep some more
lovirage: maybe write the new update

tomato-turtles: A NEW UPDATE ALREADY? YAYYYYYY!!!!!!!

lovirage: calm down tt 
lovirage: i’m just keen to add a plot twist

tomato-turtles: oh god no

lovirage: what?

tomato-turtles: your “plot twists” always involve someone dying 

lovirage: that is not true


 lovirage: BUT I CURED HIM


lovirage: *sends gif with evil laugh*
lovirage: …and my cute fic is going to become…dark

tomato-turtles: ughhhhh i hate you

lovirage: really now? 

tomato-turtles: ok no i love you tbh but like
tomato-turtles: can you let my children live in peace

lovirage: HELLO EXCUSE ME, but YOU wrote that fic “SPEAKING OF SUNFLOWERS” and you fucking tortured remus with crucio until he lost his mind and I was screaming and crying 

tomato-turtles: we write such dark fics
tomato-turtles: we should collab on something funny!! fluffy!! 

lovirage: good idea. maybe soon

tomato-turtles: anyway i gotta go to work! bye lovi have a nice day :D <3

lovirage: bye tt 

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Okay so! Ive got a LOTTA bit to tell you guys.. (and maybe to Jack and Mark too if they see this at all.. highly doubt it..)

Ive added the keep reading so i dont think you guys can take a peek of it on mobile. Its fairly long, so i wanna spare you guys the agony of scrolling through my opinion once more..

My heart is going to be poured out.. so this will be sad.. read with caution.


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ok, so first of all, i never know what to say in those things?? but i think i should start thanking you guys for following me??? cause like, i know how annoying i can be most of the times(especially if one of my faves do something) and like, a lot of you dont even like 1d and have to put up with me being extra about liam and zayn a lot, so you know haha thank you!! 2015 was kind of a roller coaster in both fandoms and idk i guess i should just thank you for still following me and for making my dash a nice place(not everytime tho theres been a few times that i got annoyed with a few things but you know… happens). To the people that have been putting up with me even more( i mean the people that i constantly annoy…you probably know who you are),  thank you for listening to me when i want to be extra about something(cause like its not surprising that i’m extremely annoying sorry) and for just making me laugh even when i wanted to cry about some stupid things, y’all made some of my days better ok? And to all of you, thank you for sometimes reblogging funny things and like, i honestly laugh reading your tags about your faves, because its really cute how you guys get happy because of picture or a video. If thats not obvious, of course i dont have a nice way with expressing what i want to say, but just, thank you for reblogging my stuff and just being nice to me, it means a lot(like, i honestly dont know why some of you still follow me so). I hope y’all have a nice christmas and a blessed new year ok? I hope 2016 surprise everyone and end up being a better year(and hopefully it will be):

 @zayniepaynie: listen here dummy, thank you for listening to me ranting about so many things(and we both know how annoying i can be), for giving me advice, and you’re so funny when you’re annoyed pls i honestly laugh really hard, and like, you’re one of the few that understand how i feel about some stuff and allow me to talk to you about it without judging me, and i honestly love hearing your fic ideas ok(hopefully you’ll end up posting one of these someday who knows). ily a lot and i’m so glad we have so many things in common and that we can always be bitter about stuff together lol ily ali
@camilajauregui: amy, i know you’re not that active on here anymore and i dont even know if you’re gonna see this, but you’re one of the few people that always talked to me and you were always so nice and like, i truly miss seeing you on my dash a lot :(( hope you’re okay tho come backkkk
@zainschevron: lets hope that in 2016 youre not posting anything gross liam related?? just accept its not happening ok, otherwise im gonna get tumblr to delete ur blog????? hope you’re aware of that. but honestly lex, i love seeing ur posts cause i laugh a lot and everytime i tell you something and you reply, you make me laugh when i shouldnt be laughing lol its really nice to go off to you about something cause we always ending up talking about liam(idk how this happens but im glad it does)
@ziamasf i’m not sure what to say about you since you’re always cheating on me but!!!!! thank you for supporting me and for being funny without trying idk talking to you makes me want to make you laugh too and thank you for doing posts whenever i ask(its nice to know i got you whipped) i honestly dont know why i didnt follow you before but im glad i did
@ziamhell: you’re honestly so so so so sos os os soos ososofdsofos talented okay and always so sweet to me whenever i annoy you on your asks and i just wanna thank you for this
@snakeliam: thank you for being patient with me?? and for being really nice, like, ever since we kind of started talking and ily okay its nice to know liam has a stan like you <3
@ziamsbatman: elif!!! thank you for always talking to me okay i really hope next time you’ll get 5h tickets and i’ll freak out a lot cause i’m gonna be really happy for you(and it’ll be soon hopefully) just thank you really you’re amazing
@bows-n-beanies: sam, i just wanna say that im so happy for what you’ve accomplished this year and i’m so happy you’ll finally have a chance of seeing the girls next year okay you’re always ALWAYS so cute whenever we send asks to each other(even tho its not that often) and i just with you the best

so i wanted to write something for everyone but i dont think that would be possible??(and it’ll probably take a lot of time so) my fave blogs are in bold(cause like i wanted to write a cute message for you but i would probably be really embarrassing and just repeat the same things cause my vocabulary its not that great but) and idk thank you <3(some of these are non mutuals but like, thank you for reblogging people that i like seeing on my dash)

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  @allysnbrooke  @beyurlonce  @billielourd @bralessgomez @brookekordei @cabelloisms @camilaandthecabellos @camilacabello   @camilascabello @caminah @camz-cabello @capricornzain  @cawren  @c4bellos  @dinahjaen @dinahjane97 @dinahkorbae @fifthharmonys @fifthtomatoes @harmonizzer @hercamz @heykordei  @janedinah97 @jauguari @justinftdrake @kmilacabello  @korday @kordei  @laurenjauregues @laurenjaureguo @laurenjauresgui @laurenmjauregui  @laurenrsjauregui @laurensboss  @laurensjauregui @laurinah @liamfalsettos @liamzquad @lifecamz @llaurenjauregui  @liamsforehead @loszayngeles @lovingliam @malikspaynes @marvelsziam  @meanlauren @milasbello @mohawkpayne @myfifthharmony  @newromantis                             @nk-hamilton @normanihs @normanikordei @normanimalik @norrmanikordei @ohziall @omglaurenjauregui @piningziam @pvrisharmony @pvrisjauregui @saintregui  @skinnymani @sinfulpayne @stybellos @surfregui @thirstyforziamm @ukliampayne @unfortunate17 @verseziam @ziamchapel @ziamwithdrawal @5horbust @5hydemi @420normani  @5hsquad 

Amber Love *Liam Dunbar Imagine*

“Can you do an imagine with Liam from teen wolf? Like (y/n)’s good friends with the pack & Liam’s girlfriend so they get her to invite him to the ‘party’ instead of Kira. And she has to help deal with him wolfing out? Please”

I have to say this was fun to write and I didn’t realize until I read it over just how much I typed. Sorry it took so long I had to re-watch Teen Wolf’s last two episodes. I hope you enjoy and I’m sorry for making it so long. It was 5 pages O.o

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I have to be honest, I wasn’t going to write this. I spent most of today considering if I should or if I shouldnt. Ultimately I decided to write this. Now I’m not sure what warranted all the anon last night, I’m not sure if it were a bunch of people from booklr, if it was one person from booklr, or  if it was someone who doesn’t even Identify as booklr. I don’t care at this point. I’m writing this now so it doesn’t matter. At first, I was going to write about the problem (Which I am) But I want to focus more on solutions. So here is the problem:  The lack of diversity in Novels (Gonna Focus my attention to YA because that is what so many of you guys like)  Simple.  If you can’t see that then I am sorry. There are a lot of novels out there that focus exclusively on cis white hetero relationships. Often with the one side character who happens to be gay in theory. Or the one friend of color who becomes a martyr to unlock the white savior in the main character. I’m not going to call out any books, or authors. I’m over that. We have this call-out culture that seems…on the surface to do something, but in actually if it isn’t followed with a solution then it doesn’t do much. This lack of diversity doesn’t just stop at race or sexual orientation. Books seriously lack ANYTHING that’s not deemed the normative in our culture. From size to disability; These people exist and they deserve to have representation. Now, am I saying books with these main characters don’t exist? Of course not, because they do. But, the plots are often about the person being black/ or being gay/ or having size issues. Which I am ALL. HERE. FOR. Dont think Im not. I love a good coming of age novel where the main character is coming out or discovering themself. However, that tends to be the go-to representation for marginalized people. The stock character. There are exceptions to this. But for the most part we are stock characters. Badges for the main character to parade around. It gets…annoying…after awhile of reading an author over and over again and book after book without a single person of color in it. Like People of color don’t exist in dystopian novels (Or movies). So like I said earlier I’m not going to focus too much of my attention on the problem, but rather on solutions. How we, collectively can use our platforms to promote diversity books. One of the biggest things we can do is actually take time and explore local bookstores. Don’t just grab books that are on the best-seller list, or books you’ve seen reblogged a lot. Actually take time and just pick up books by authors you’ve never heard of. The library near me has a section for African American writers, Asian American writers and so fourth. Explore these areas. There are so many great books out there. We just have to open our minds. Another thing we can do, as bloggers and booktubers is promote more diverse books. Especially for people with a large fanbase. They’re watching. They’re reading what you’re reading. They look up to you and want to know your feels. We can also recommend more diverse books. Take a look at your most recent recommendation list you made for someone. How white was it? How male dominate were the authors. Challenge yourself: Take a week, or month, or year and only read books that have a protagonist that isnt white. Or that isn’t written by a male. Diversify your library. Not only does this help you, it helps the author. It helps the representation. If someone ask you about books with diverse representation: like LGBT characters (Which I saw this done on my dash earlier this week and I applaud them) And you really only know like maybe two books. Pass the conversation to someone who will probably know a bunch more. Its fine to NOT KNOW, it’s not okay however, to ignore the question. Tag someone else in or Use one of the best things we have known to man. ; As Authors and writers we can do one important thing. Write more diverse characters. If you, like most writers don’t really know how to describe certain “types” of people. Or fear you might be offensive with your descriptions. There are four things you can do. Number one:  Number two: (Language is beautiful)  Number three: Find blogs and pictures that show the diversity.  Number four: You can *Cough* Read *cough* more *cough* diverse *cough* books. This is only a small portion of what I could have said. I wrote this in five minutes so it’s riddled with typos. I would go more in detail but I’m not allowing you(s) to have all that power. Anything else, my ask is always open. And so is  And just to circle it all together.  The publishing world is a business. If we read more diverse books, more diverse books will be on best-sellers then We’ll get a lot more diverse books. That is all. I drop the mic. Goodnight.

anonymous asked:

i dont really get where princess rover is coming from when wilberle is clearly there

i will not deny that wilberle is there. but imo the writing is no where near as good as princess rover. wilberle is like “boy saves girl. girl falls in love with boy.” there was like no build up in their relationship it was literally that?? what’s the fun in shipping something when it happens in 2 episodes? princess rover is, in my opinon, much more realistic & better bc its a slow build & subtle (y’know the way falling in love actually is??) 

ANYWAY you say you can’t see princess rover so let me open ur eyes under a read more

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anonymous asked:

okay so about the "you shouldnt be afraid to approach me" thing, i still kind of am because youre like, super popular and junk..! you really are a head of the class, type of things, that its like "Woah theyre so spectacular i could never compensate or bring much to the field compared to them" so you just kind of admire from a distance, type thing. heheh.. 'BI

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anonymous asked:

Nakkachiii i want to request a scenario please ^.^ one with kuroo oikawa and bokuto on how they cheer up their smol s/o whose starting to close herself in( like she had the worst week and just felt like a complete burden) I hope what i requested is fine i just had a messy week and reading your scenarios help me go to sleep at night ;A; (your scenarios are my bed time story ❤️❤️❤️)

Oh my goodness, I’m so sorry I hadn’t gotten to your request during the time you requested it! To make it up to you, I am going to make this as fluffly as possible! I need to cheer you up for that week you were struggling! I hope this bed time story makes it up to you, Anon-chan (๑╹ڡ╹)╭ ~ ♡ And here is to also hoping you had better days because you deserve to be happy, idc what anyone says! Hope this is good for you, Anon-chan  ❤️


“Kitten?” Kuroo called out as he heard you groan from the room.

Kuroo walked into your shared room to find you head down against the desk. Your laptop showed a screen of a word document with no words. Kuroo frowned. He walked over to you and sat on the edge of the bed.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Kuroo asked kind heartedly. He was always so good to you. He held you up. Was there anything you could do for him?

You shook your head, rubbing your forehead against the desk. Kuroo frowned as he felt useless. He reached over to place a hand on your back. He lightly rubbed your back in circles, hoping this would comfort you a little.

“Honey, it’s only a slump. Its not the end of the world,” Kuroo said sympathetically.

“Yes it is,” you said into the desk.

“Honey, no its not.”

“Yes it is.”

“No its not.”

“Yes, it is,” you said more frustrated now. You looked up to him with irritation. Kuroo took back his hand shocked. Had he done something wrong?

“___, I’m sorry, I was just-”

“Dont apologize, please? I should be apologizing, I’m just being a burden to you,” you said quietly. Kuroo looked at you astonished. How could you ever be a burden to him? He loved you, you could never hold him back or burden him in any way.

“Honey, what are you talking about?” Kuroo asked concerned. The way you looked down to the floor, it broke his heart.

“I’m just a burden,” you began. A lump in your throat began to form. Your voice was about to break. “I havent written a single good story that publishers want to publish. I cant write anything to help us with payments. You’re practically paying everything all just to support my dream!”

Tears were rolling down your face. Kuroo couldn’t handle it. The way you looked to him with frustration and how upset you were with yourself, Kuroo only wanted to make it go away.

“Hey, hey, come here,” Kuroo grabbed your hand and pulled you out of the chair. You sat in his lap, both knees on the side of Kuroo and on the bed. You tried to wipe the tears away but they kept falling. Kuroo held your face as they continued to fall and wiped the away with his thumbs. He tried looking into your eyes but you would look away. You couldnt handle his sympathy, you just wanted to make him proud.

It had been a hard week. Your land lord was asking for last months and this months pay excessively so Kuroo had been working over time at his job to abide. You told him that it was time you needed to get a job and hold off on your dreams to write novels and books. It was more important to you that there be a roof over the both of your heads, with food in the fridge, and enough clothes on your backs than to follow your dreams. You thought why chase a dream if you couldnt live happily with your boyfriend? But Kuroo convinced you not to. He wanted you to follow your dream and be happy doing it.

But it had been even harder this week when publishers wouldnt even read your material. The ones that did would not call back for another interview or decline you easily. It broke your heart each and every time. But now it was all crashing down on you. You would see Kuroo walk around so tired around the house. He would come home exhausted and put on a smile just for you. Kuroo knew you needed him to be happy to feel okay with this decision. But you knew.

You knew Kuroo was tired. You knew Kuroo deserved better. You knew Kuroo didnt have to do any of this alone. He shouldnt have to.

“Kitten, look at me,” Kuroo begged quietly. You slowly looked to Kuroo. The way he looked to you made your heart hurt. There was that smile again. A tired smile. Tears fell down more, feeling the heartbreak.

“Testu, I-”

“___. I love you,” Kuroo said slowly. His voice was firm yet so soft. You listened carefully to his words even though you were sniffling every now and then. “Dont think you’re disappointing me. I could not be any more proud than you. You are the most amazing person to me, you could never fail me. Its hard now, I know. But I believe in you.”

“But you deserve better,” you said as the tears fell from your face. You broke away from Kuroo’s hold, wiping away more tears. Your heart felt so heavy. You didnt want to burden him anymore. “Testu, you pay for this house all by yourself. You always buy so much food to keep our fridge and cabinets full. And all I’ve done is sit here with a blank page.”

Kuroo didnt say a word. He listened carefully as he stared at you with each word he said. When you finished talking, he still said nothing. Kuroo only pulled you in closer to him and wrapped his arms around you. You sank into his shoulder.

“___, I do all these things because I have my dream. I have you,” your eyes widened with surprise. “I didnt know it then, but you were my dream. Up until I met you, I felt like I did everything just for me. And nothings wrong with that. I was happy. But I wanted to share that happiness with someone. I wanted to give happiness to someone and feel that I could be there for someone no matter what. It was only my team that I felt that happiness with. They depended on my guidance and no matter what, those guys made me proud.”

You couldnt control the tears. This was the last thing you expected from Kuroo.

“But after high school, I had no one,” Kuroo continued with a smile. “I just did everything for myself. Then I started thinking, ‘What am I going to do when I’m old?’ I realized I wanted to fall in love.”

You held back your laugh. You couldnt help it. Kuroo always said the most cheesy things but it was so natural to him. He looked down to you with a pout.

“Dont be like Kenma, let me finish,” Kuroo said embarrassed. “But anyway, you already know. The girls before you were nothing like I wanted or needed. Not one hundred percent actually. But I met you and… It just happened. Everything fell into place. ___, money comes and goes. I work for you to keep you happy because you make me happy. I work hard for you because you already gave me my dream and more. I work hard for you because I want you to achieve your dream now. I love you.”

You lifted yourself up from Kuroo’s shoulder and stared at each other. He held your face again. Kuroo swept away the tears and smiled at you. His smile was so kind, so happy for you. It wasnt tired. Kuroo slowly brought your head down and kissed your forehead.

“You are my treasure, my love. I believe in you,” Kuroo said quietly. And in that moment your heart felt relaxed. There was no torn pieces, it wasn’t broken. Kuroo always brought you down to Earth. You smiled, believing in Kuroo’s words like he believed in you.


You sat down at your desk, staring at the study guides laid out across. Just as you were about to turn the page of your text book, you felt your phone vibrate within your pocket. As you pulled out your phone, you noticed your boyfriend’s name pop up on the caller ID.

“Yes, Toruu?” you answered a little tense.

“___-chan, can you open the door please? I brought you something!” Oikawa said happily. You could just picture his cheerful smile. It made you smile a little. But you would only be happier if there wasn’t so much work to be done.

You hung up the phone and walked to the front door. As you opened the front door, you saw a kind smile from Oikawa and him holding up a plastic bag full of food. You tiredly smiled to him. He noticed your smile and gave you a worried look. All you needed was Oikawa’s touch right now. It would be nice to relieve some of your stress feeling the comfort from his arms. You walked up and wrapped your arms around him. He held you with the plastic bags still in his hand.

“Cmon, I’ll cook this food for you while you study, okay sweetie?” Oikawa asked with a soft voice. You slowly nodded your face into Oikawa’s chest. He looked down to you curious. He heard you sniffling.

“I just want to stay like this longer,” you said muffled. Oikawa looked down to you with a frown. But his frown transitioned into a smile as he understood.

Oikawa leaned back to place the bags on the floor. You held onto him and still held your face into his chest. Oikawa regained his balance and held you inside his grasp. He held a hand behind your head and held you tightly around the waist. Oikawa felt your arms around him tighten.

“I got you, sweetie, don’t worry,” Oikawa comforted with a smile.

Oikawa knew his words werent always going to help. Especially with you. You were too emotional and needed the perfect words to keep you less stressed. But you learned that Oikawa’s touch was the best thing for you rather than his words. Knowing he was there for you, it was all you needed.

But this time was different. You felt the stress getting to you. School had piled more and more work onto your free time. Your time was taken away with school, studying, then work. It had been awhile since Oikawa and you had real time to spend together.

“Toruu,” you began. Oikawa looked down to you with a smile. “I think we should break up.”

Oikawa’s eyes widened at your words. He looked down to you surprised.


You couldnt say a word. Just saying that sentence made a lump in your throat. Even with those words, your hold onto Oikawa didnt loosen. You didnt want to let go. He was everything you needed.

But thats all you have been thinking about lately besides your school work. Oikawa didnt need you. He was the rock in your world when needed. But Oikawa didnt need you. He was strong enough with you. He was what you wanted to be. Determined. Strong willed. A leader. But you werent.

Oikawa grabbed your chin and brought your look to him. You saw the worry in his eyes. No, the desperation. This shocked you. You have never seen this look from Oikawa.

“___, what’re you talking about?” he asked. Oikawa had a little panic in his voice. What was this?

“Toruu, you don’t need me. I’m just holding you back,” you explained, sniffling. “All I have been doing is studying and not even getting good scores. Toruu, you don’t need-”

“And you think that means we need to break up?” Oikawa asked with frustration and confusion.

“Toruu, I’m holding you back, there’s nothing good about me!”

“You’re wrong! I do need you!”

“No!” you two were talking louder. It surprised you that you two were still holding each other, desperately. You didnt want to let go, but you felt you needed to if you wanted Oikawa to be truly happy. “I’m holding you back!”

“No youre not!”

“I havent been to one game in months!”

Oikawa froze. He couldnt meet you in the eyes now. His hand let go of your chin and dropped to hold you again. You knew. You could tell with the way his voice sounded on the phone after he would call you after a game. He wanted you there. He was disappointed every time you couldnt come, even though he knew you couldnt.

A long pause between you two kept on longer. It made your heart hurt. Oikawa’s as well. He met your eyes now, more firmly.

“That doesnt mean I don’t need you,” Oikawa started calmly now. “You’re stupid, ___-chan. You’re not holding me back. I know you’re working hard, and you know I am also. We’re not holding each other back. We’re working on our dreams and goals. Just because we dont see each other as often, doesnt mean we dont belong together.”

Your eyes widened at Oikawa. Did he just say… We belong together?

Oikawa leaned down and hugged you tighter. He buried his face into your neck, breathing in your scent. “___, I love you. I know you’re working hard. Don’t stop, and don’t leave me. I still need you. Even when I don’t need you, I’ll want you around. I love you.”

In that moment, you heard Oikawa say the exact words you needed to hear.


“Kou, can you give me water?” you asked frustrated. Bokuto looked to you with a straight face. He noticed the anger in your eyes.

“Sweetie, what’s wrong?” Bokuto asked with a raised eyebrow.

You looked over to Bokuto with a confused look. You felt the cold wind from outside the gym dance on your sweat that covered your neck. A chill went down your spine.

“Sorry, I think I just got a little cold from outside,” you answered Bokuto with a nervous laugh. The tension in your body hadnt quite left you.

“No, you look stressed out,” Bokuto corrected. He tosses you the water bottle from his sports bag. You caught the water bottle in your hands.

You thought to Bokuto’s words as you stood still in the gym with volleyballs scattered across. Bokuto and you were the only ones left. Bokuto had agreed with help better your skills in hitting. But after two hours of practicing with Bokuto, you felt no better. You felt your skills hadnt improved enough. You wanted to be an outside hitter that your team could depend on. But you felt your skills werent enough.

“You’re so amazing, Kou,” you said quietly. Bokuto tilted his head to you in confusion. “You’re a part of the top five aces.”

Bokuto slowly understood what you meant. You were dating a great outside hitter. But no one acknowledged your skills. Your skills werent worth acknowledging, or so how you felt. You could feel the looks of other players when they saw you and Bokuto together.

She dates one of the top five aces, is she good?

No, she doesnt really play much.

Oh really? I wonder why Bokuto-san dates her. He should date a better outside hitter.

The words arent always said to your face. But you knew what they were saying when people looked to you and Bokuto with their judging eyes. You hadnt talked to Bokuto about it. You already knew his response was to laugh it off like it didnt matter. It didnt matter to him because words like those didnt matter to him. He knew you were working hard so he believed in you. But this was beginning to tell you differently.

“Sweetie, you’re amazing too,” Bokuto began with a smile. You prepared yourself for his laughter. But he surprised you. “You work harder than anyone I’ve ever met.”

“But I’m no where as close to you. I’m far behind,” you replied disappointed.

“You’ll get there,” Bokuto said with a smile. He noticed your glum look. “Hey, hey, hey, dont look like that!”

Bokuto ran to you and took you into his arms. He wrapped his arms around your waist and lifted you off the ground. You yelped at the sudden gesture. Your eyes looked down to Bokuto’s smile. It brought you back to the world. You questioned how his simple smile could get you to calm down.

“But Kou, I feel like your reputation gets ruined because of me,” you said quietly. Bokuto looked at you with intense eyes. He set you down and looked at you confused.

“No it doesnt,” Bokuto said calmly. But the look in his eyes felt something else. “If anyone talks bad about you, I’ll talk to them.”

There. The look in his eyes. It was a threat. He was being protective over you. It clicked in your heart. You could feel it. Bokuto didnt care about what other people said as long as you werent hurt. And you knew only Bokuto could fix the ache in your heart about your securities. You smiled to him.

“You’re so good to me, Kou,” you said softly. His eyes softened and looked to you. “Helping me with practice and making me feel better. What would I do without you?”

Bokuto smiled, feeling on top of the world. Bokuto didnt have to say alot to make you feel better. It was all in the his eyes. His smile. How Bokuto looked. You were his world. He’d do anything for you, and the same to you. You could never disappoint him as long as you worked hard. His eyes always told you that. His love for you always told you that. Bokuto was amazing.

Weeks-end Chance

Request:Anonymous; I was wondering if you would do something where the reader wins a contest to go on the set of SPN and Jensen is attracted to her and the reader is very flustered and nervous about it since she’s attracted to him too? You can make it either single Jensen, him being divorced wish th Danneel, or still married to her for angst, I don’t mind :) Thank you so much, hon! (And yes i’m the anon from earlier ;) )

Word count: 1,680
Warning: None (yet)
Summery: Could Jensen like you, I mean not to be childish or anything but…like like you? But he’s married to Daneel, he shouldnt have these feeling should he?!

A/n: So I’m planning on making this a mini series based on this request. Also, I hope you enjoy it, I’m sorry it took so long but it’s been a long holiday week. Smiles will be out a bit later then expected. Sorry again. But yeah enjoy. :)

You looked at the paper, excitement in your eyes. Your cheeks going a bright red. You couldn’t believe it. You made it, you won a day on set. A scream escaped your mouth, as it did your friend y/f/n came shuffling in “What’s wrong, are you hurt” she asked seriously. You stuttered briefly.

“I’m going” you quickly exclaimed. Her eyebrows furried as her head tilted as she was flummoxed . “I won the day on set” you shuffled over to the corner of the wall where she leaned against. You put the paper in her hands as she skimmed the words. Her lips curling into a joyful curve.

“I’m so happy for you” she hugged you tightly. She knew how much you liked Supernatural and how you wished to go to one of the cons yet you never had the money for it.

When the producers opened up a day for a fan to come for free to Vancouver, you firstly assumed that you weren’t going to get it though y/f/n convinced you to at least fill in the form and take your chances.

You had imagined meeting them a thousand times or more. Being short compared to Jared, Jensen, and Misha, literally looking up to them. You’d imagine laughing along side boys, or pranking Misha with Jared and Jensen. You giggled at that, but mostly you were excited to meet Jensen. Seeing if those beautiful forest green eyes were all so pretty up close, his smile, but mostly listening to his voice.

You had walked past y/f/n to your room to pack for next mornings plane ride. You had packed warm since it was the beginning of fall. You sighed heavenly at the happiness in your heart which seemingly never went away after reading the letter. Or would never go away.

The day went on as usual for you other than packing the rest of your stuff, and trying to get wholesum rest.


You woke up happily seeing the time was 10 o'clock, approximately 4 hours before your flight. You giddily got up from bed, and walked to the kitchen grabbing some breakfast. After that you made sure you had everything including your ticket, obviously.

Soon enough you were on your way to the airport. Your breathing was heavy, your nerves were becoming more aware with each mile, step, and we’re sort of settling once you sat in your seat. You smiled at the People though internally screaming loudly in your head. You were going to meet the boys who had changed your life, who made it better.

You stared out the plane window, viewing the clouds and the stray blue sky. It was beautiful, a view for a perfect day. Perfect feeling. It reminded you of when Sam and Dean went to heaven and Dean saw the fireworks as his heaven. It made you smile every time. Though you knew Jensen or Jared and defiantly Misha weren’t alike their characters.

You soon drifted off only to be awoken by a flight attendant saying the plane had landed. Your heart glowed with happiness. Your feet couldn’t carry you faster, then seeing your name on a board made it glow brighter inside. “Y/n?” The man asked. You nodded and he smiled brightly. He guided you to the car out front. “So, I heard I’m taking you to meet the boys” he chuckled.

“Oh yes I am” you laughed with the happy ol’ man.

“Well I drive Jensen everyday, he’s a real killjoy ya know” he smirked into the rearview for a sec “I’m kidding but he’s a real good guy” he finished.

“Oh well, we’ll see then I guess” your smile now visibly growing cheek to cheek. He had nodded. The car ride was quiet from then on. The car was only stuffy from the anticipation.

Pulling up to the set, gates opened allowing the car drive through. Your heart was beating faster then before. This was it. This was the chance to meet them. ‘Not a time to screw it up’ you thought to yourself.

The driver man opened the door for you, letting you know he’d have your bags for now until he brought you to the hotel that night. You nodded at him, and thanking him as well.

You began to walk following the map, you saw that they were filming in 28C and hurried as well.

Finally getting there, turning the knob slowly. As you swallowed the thick lump in your throat, then sighing once again harshly. It was nerve wracking. After a lot of self motivation, you opened the door quickly and walked in. You saw Jensen and Jared with Misha in Bobby’s set. It was so weird to see it not together like a house, and alarming that everyone stopped staring at you. Especially Jensen, his eyes matched up on yours. He was just as perfect as you imagined. Even his bow legs were showing, you giggled at yourself for that one.

“Is this her” Misha said with a smile, the man at the side of the director smiled “It is, HOLD THE SHOT” he yelled as he began to run towards you. You began to feel your eyes water as his arms wrapped around you in a huge hug. You returned it. It was a tight hug at first which softened at the end. He pulled back and took ahold of your arm dragging you closer to the others in the room. “Meet our friend for the week…” He looked at you basically asking for a name.

“It um Y/n” you gently smirked.

“Hiya Y/n” Jared said giving you a hug alike Misha.

Jensen just stared at you like he couldn’t move. He was stuck on you, but it had ended when Jared had waved a hand in front of him waking him from his staring. “Oh um, hi” he gave you a smirk. Your heart began to have that glowing feeling again.

“So I think I’ll show her around set if you don’t mind” Misha put his arm around yours though Jensen had other plans.

“Um excuse me” Jensen slithered around your other arm “I think I’ll take from here” Misha was refusing at first but let you go soon after some bickering.

“So where you from” Jensen asked after you two had walked out of set.

“I’m from y/ht” you let out a slight laugh. It was amazing. He had you wrapped around his finger instantaneously. All day they held that shot for your arrival. You and Jensen had spent most of the day together taking about the silliest things. He was a real big sweetheart, and a damb teddy bear. You heart beated faster when there was nothing to say so he’d just stare at you, observing your features. Yet the day was coming to a close, so the man would have to drive you a separate way from Jensen.

When it came time Jensen got into his car home, Misha and Jared as well as you. You felt a slight sore in your stomach even though you’d see him the next day or even if decided to text you, like he said he wails when you two estates numbers that night.

You had gotten to your hotel room, and heated up a microwave dinner you had bought from the lunch shack that afternoon. For the rest of the night you didn’t hear a peep from your phone till you were about to go to bed.

‘Sorry, I got busy at home. Lines and all that’
Jensen sent 10:34pm

‘That’s alright, I can relate. Haha’
Y/N sent 10:35pm

For the rest of the night you got to know eachother better and better till about 1 in the morning. You had learned he loves dogs, and his favorite color was blue, also that one day he’d want to settle down and have a family. You had smiled at his whole heart. He was beautiful creature.

For 3 more days Jensen was busy with directing which was okay. You understood it was probably a time consuming job.

“Boo” Jensen yelped when he scared you jumping out behind the trailer. You had put a hand over your chest.

“Jeez, ya scared me” you let out a harsh breath.

“Isn’t that what in here for” he let out a chuckle while bending back a bit.

“Well, we’ll see-” you were interrupted by one of the assistants around set.

“Mr.Ackles, sir your need on set” Jensen’s face dropped, the corners of his eyes smoothed out as his lips turned into a frown. He mouth an apology for him having to leave. Your heart felt like it was stabbed in the heart even though you only knew the real Jensen behind the camera for four days. He had started to walk away with the assistant scratching the back of his neck for second as he did so.

~Jensen’s POV~
‘I knew I only have known her for a day, but it was some sort of connection. I don’t know, maybe I shouldn’t look too far into it. She’s a fan, what would people say. I only had about two more day right, might as well ask her to hang out…see where it goes. I-I don’t think I have the guts for this but I’m gonna do it.’ I thought to my self. I began to walk behind the trailers, eyeing. I saw her began to walk this way. I jumped out in front of her, y/n jumped a bit making me smile brightly.

“Jeez ya scared me” she had said putting a hand over chest catching her breath. I felt bad about it now. God, I’m idiot. So much for that idea.

“Well isn’t that what I’m here for” i began to laugh a bit, a sting of awkward in my voice.

“Well, we’ll see–” she was interrupted by Carl, who need my assistance. I had mouthed “I’m sorry” to her quickly before waking off to set. I felt internally horrible.

Part 2