#feel free to disagree though i promise i dont bite

[slug-cube]

Rate Kaminari and Deku together

They're kinda of a duo ngl. Wish we could see more

like as in relationship wise or like. friendship wise..

because friendship wise i think theyd be pretty good friends. however my brain is drawing a line other than that, i dont personally find an interest in other ships in the mha fandom because i find they arent complicated enough for my tastes. (im picky in that regard.)

nothing wrong with soft uncomplicated ships, of course. but besides that i dont think theyve interacted enough in canon for me to really garner interest far enough as.. "theyre neat" though i havent really been keeping up with canon, which i should get back on (i just do not have a lot of energy these days) so i dont really know how far that is true.

so... 5/10 theyre cool.

[horrorstreet]

For years after the bombs dropped you've been Michael's loyal companion/executor. One day you have an argument with him while strongly disagreeing with his line of command. You decide to quit your position & abandon his side. How would he react? 🤔

Michael Langdon x Reader

Warning: none

Content: Angst ...

It was another normal day, ordinary and bland. It was quiet, all residents of the outpost either asleep or doing their own thing. You were busy doing work for Michael, looking back at everyone's history and background to write down anything that would be trouble and report it to him. So far, you looked over one and would immediately report it to him but thought that it would cause less trouble if you just looked over them all and bring them all after all were looked over. You really didnt know why he wanted this information, knowing that he didnt really care for anyone here but did what he wanted anyways.

He always planned in advance but you never understood why he was talking about a special place he promised these people but you just assumed he was telling the truth, he never, ever lied to you. He told you everything and you did in return so you had no reason not to trust him. All paperwork and research was done and you straightened up all files and notes and pushed in your chair and went on your way, exiting your own office. Your steps echoed through the halls as you walked throughout the building and noticed how eerily quiet it was. You stopped and turned to knock on a random door to check if atleast someone was here.

Knock knock knock

You waited and waited until there was no answer and went on your way to talk to Michael. You finally heard talking and followed the sound to the dining room. They were talking about nonsense. "You won't get picked" this and "Have you seen Langdon" that. With a roll of your eyes, you walked by the opening and avoided eye contact to stop any chance of getting pulled into anything. You opened Michael's door and quietly closed it behind you before turning to face Michael who had his hands clasped together to rest his chin on. "Do you have everything?" He asked. "Mhm. Everything." You let out a long breath of relief. "Why do you need these?" You asked, raising a brow. "I told you this (y/n), I'm going to pick people to go to the sanctuary." He smiled, taking the files from you. You could tell he was lying, though. Whenever he lied to you before (usually about his feelings) he would flip his hair back and that's just what he did. You became suspicious but didnt think anything of it. "Ok, well. I'm going to be in my room getting ready for bed." You told him, making your way out. "Good, I will send you up some dinner." He told you, getting to work and finishing up with what you had brought him. You nodded and walked out, closing the door behind you once again and yawning as you went up to your room placed right next to your room.

You had finally gotten out of the stuffy clothes Michael had gotten you and felt more free, flopping down on your bed. A knock came to your door and you hopped up to answer it and opened it to find Michael with a plate for you. You gave him a sweet smile as you let him in and he placed the plate down and laid down on your bed. "Everything ok?" You asked, brushing your hair with your back to him. You didnt see him close his eyes in guilt and open them to stare at the ceiling. "Yeah." He answered. You put your brush down and laid down next to him and hugged him. You both just rested in comfortable silence, your head on his chest so you could hear his heart beat. It had always been like this since you both first met. Nothing was awkward between the both of you and you loved it.

Michael opened his eyes and looked down at you. He sighed and sat up, causing you to do the same and crawl out of bed so he could do the same. "Well, goodnight (y/n)." He said, staring down at you for a long moment. You straightened his tie and sent him on his way, saying goodbye back. You had eaten after awhile and decided to return the plate so you wouldnt forget. You walked to the kitchen and came across everyone having a party, Michael nowhere to be seen. You raised a brow and watched as everyone took a bite of an apple and start to puke and drop like flys, foaming at the mouth. You furrowed your brows and walked back to your room to get dressed and report to Michael along with putting your plate down and got dressed in all black clothing. You went back to see everyone dead on the flood, puke and guts spread everywhere. You ran back to tell Michael but heard a gunshot come from his room. You were going to burst in until you heard him continue talking. "Did you enjoy executing the plan more than I enjoyed putting it into your head?" He said. Everyone was dead, he didnt tell you a thing and lied about what he was going to do and to YOU of all people. You slammed the door open and glared at Michael. "(Y/n)... Your here. Why arent you asleep." He said, stepping towards you. You didnt move and looked up at him. "I dont know, Michael, why is everyone DEAD." You yelled, sending him another glare. "You shouldn't have snooped." He said, glaring back at you. "You LIED TO ME MICHAEL. YOU KILLED EVERYONE AND LIED TO ME. YOU HAD ME WORKING ON THIS FOR YEARS AND SIMPLY KILL EVERYONE?" He just stared down at you, not knowing what to say. "I was going to tell you but you JUST HAD to stick your nose in my business." He argued back. "And it's not like I haven't lied to you before..." he finished but you werent letting it end there. "Michael, what do you mean." You asked. "I mean you know nothing. I wasnt picking people, I wasnt taking anyone anywhere, and I never CARED!" He yelled at you, the room shaking. Your face fell into a numb look and you turned to leave causing Michael to realize what he had said. "No. No no. Wait. Just hold on!" He chased after you but it was no use as you were already out of the door. You grabbed your things and found a mask and gloves from your room and opened your door to walk past him and leave the building. "(Y/n)!" He called out to you. "Stop trying to get me to listen. I. Dont. Care." And with that you left him there, needing space and alot of time and with that, you began your journey into the infected world. Michael watched as you left and yelled out, the fire in the fireplace raising dangerously high and the building shaking once again. He would get you back.

[apriorisea]

I dont know if you watch the nick jonas and his wifes vogue interview but there was a moment that nick pulls her chair closer. I thought maybe you can do something like that with bts

–I hadn’t seen the interview, but I went and watched it at your recommendation and oh my goodness, it’s such a cute little moment! Here’s my take on the scenario, I hope you like it!! 💕💜

You x Namjoon“Two Years Into Forever”

You let Namjoon help you out of your coat and smile at the attendant who takes it from him and hangs it up. “Thank you so much,” you say to the man with a smile, waiting for your husband to wriggle out of his own jacket.    He gives a half-bow. “Of course. Enjoy yourself, ma’am.”    “Absolutely,” you say, taking Namjoon’s offered arm. “Have a good night.” The two of you step into the entrance hall and when he stops to check his reflection in the giant mirror on the wall, you roll your eyes. “Here,” you say irritably, turning him towards you and fixing his tie.    “Thanks so much,” he says, a deadpan imitation of your over-the-top kindness to the attendant earlier.     You swallow a retort, knowing neither one of you would be proud of your behavior later. You turn to check yourself in the mirror and take a small breath; the argument in the car had been so ridiculous, but there hadn’t been time to really resolve it before you’d arrived at the wedding venue. It had been a busy week (a busy week leading into an even busier next week) and both of you had let the stress drive you to bickering that had morphed into an actual argument.    “Ready?” He’s holding his arm out to you again, but his gaze is already fixed on the flower arches that lead into the venue.    You smooth a strand of hair back into place and then turn towards him, studying him for a moment. You take a small breath and then slip your arm through his. “We can do this, right?” you murmur pointedly as he helps you up the stairs to the first flower arch.    “Of course,” he answers stiffly. “Tonight is about them.”    You bite down on your sharp reply as he pulls open the door. As soon as you step into the reception, you’re intercepted by couple after couple, all friends who want to compliment how good the two of you look together, how pretty your dress is, how long it had been since they’d seen you, how beautiful the party looked. You and Namjoon get separated at one point, and you have warring feelings of bitterness and needing him by your side. Almost like he’d heard you, he appeared suddenly, handing you a drink but turning away before you could speak. Jerk. You turn away from him, scanning the crowd for other friends and acquaintances.    “Hey!” One of the groomsmen pops into view. He crushes you two together as he gives you a joint hug. “How is my favorite couple??”    You smile tolerantly, but stand back to let Namjoon handle the conversation. “Good, good,” he says, shaking the groomsman’s hand. “Nice to see you.”    “You guys, too—you look great. Actually, can I borrow you guys for a second?” He’s smiling so wide that you can see all of his teeth. “We’ve got this little studio set up, and we’re asking couples to come in and record a little video message with some advice for the bride and groom!”     “Oh,” Namjoon hesitates. “We just got here, and—”     “Come on,” he wheedles. “They desperately need advice from everyone’s favorite couple! You know you guys are relationship goals.”     You sigh quietly, knowing that he wouldn’t go away until he had what he wanted. “Sure,” you say, giving him a bright smile. “Where do we need to go?” He gives an elated little cheer, and gestures towards the back of the hall. Namjoon puts his hand gently on the small of your back, guiding you forward, and then follows close behind.    The “studio” is a small room off the side of the main hall that’s been setup with a handheld camera and a couple of high-backed fancy stools in front of a flowery backdrop. The groomsman introduces you to the “director” and then disappears with a bright smile and a “You guys are the best!!”    The director is an old friend of Namjoon’s and they chat easily while he sets up the camera. He leads the two of you towards the stools. “All right, man, we’ll have you there,” he says, pointing to the far stool, “And your wife here—you both look great, by the way.”    You smile politely and gather the skirt of your dress in preparation to climb onto the high stool, but before you can figure out just how you’re going to do it, Namjoon appears and lifts you easily onto the seat. He stays a moment, making sure you’re settled, then goes to his own spot. The two stools have quite a bit of space between them, and you smile to yourself a little bitterly as you realize the setup is a perfect representation of the post-fight distance between the two of you right now. Pushing it aside, you smooth your dress and smile at the camera, preparing for the interview.    “All right, you two,” the director says. “This video is a little “welcome to marriage” diary for the happy couple, and we wanted to interview as many rock-solid couples as possible, just get your best advice, you know. So…how long have you been married? How long have you been together?”    Namjoon answers first. “We’ve been married for 2 years, known each other for 5.”    “2 years, huh?” the man repeats. “Still in the honeymoon phase, or not so much?” He directs this question at you.    You smile politely. “In some ways, I don’t think we’ll ever move out of the honeymoon phase. It just gets better and better.” You try not to think about the irritable frost between you.    The director nods encouragingly. “You guys sure seem like a great couple.” He looks at Namjoon. “I mean, tell us about your wife, man—how did you get so lucky?”    “You know…” Namjoon looks over at you, his quick mind already whirling towards an answer, but as soon as you meet his eyes, he freezes. The softest smile crosses his face and you can actually see all the leftover prickliness melt away. “She’s perfect,” he says, and as all your defenses are melting away, he suddenly reaches over and grabs the stool’s legs, pulling you carefully towards him until you are nestled against his side. He slings his arm around the back of the seat, bringing you even closer, and then nods. “That’s better. Anyway, I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to explain my luck. She’s honestly just my best friend in the whole world, and I can’t imagine my life without her.”    He’s tenderly tracing patterns into your shoulder with the arm slung around you and you almost want to cry at his honest praise. The stupid argument from the car flashes through your mind and you feel equal parts guilty and relieved that it was now officially over. Taking a small breath, you shift in your seat, cuddling against him a little more and reach over to take his free hand in one of yours.    “So you followed the old adage of marry your best friend,” the director sums up. He looks at you. “Do you agree with that sentiment?”    You nod immediately, smiling as you feel Namjoon softly run his thumb over your knuckles, glad to have a chance to voice your own praise. “He just makes everything easier, you know? Having my best friend at my side all the time just makes everything easier. And it’s never boring. I think I learn something new about him everyday, even though I feel like we both know every corner of each other’s soul perfectly.”    “Married life is a pretty easy ride, right? The boat never gets rocked?”    You think of the way the two of you had entered the reception, your bitter exchange in the hallway, and feel the tips of your ears go pink. “Well, I wouldn’t go that far,” you laugh lightly, looking up at Namjoon.    He meets your eyes and squeezes your hand a little sheepishly. “It’s not always sunny,” he admits, not looking away from your face. “But even through the craziest storms or the dumbest little disagreements, we’re still a team. She’s still the person I trust the most, the only one I want to talk to when I’m happy or sad….”    You smile as he trails off. “The best part about marriage is having that rock, that partner-in-crime. I rely on him like no one else, and even when we disagree, I know he’s still my protector and my lifeline all in one.” Every trace of the earlier argument has disappeared, and all you can think as you look into your husband’s eyes is how much you love this man.    Evidently, he’s thinking along the same lines because he leans forward suddenly, pressing his lips tenderly to yours. “I love you,” he says softly as he pulls back.    “I love you, too.”     Someone coughs in the background, and the color rushes to your face as you suddenly remember that the two of you are not alone. “Wow,” the director says. “You two really are just in your own little world, aren’t you?”    “I’m so sorry,” Namjoon says, but he can’t stop smiling, secretly pleased with himself: you know how much he loves to show you off in public. He squeezes your hand and settles back in his seat. “I promise we’ll behave from now on.”    You’re still blushing furiously, but you take a small breath and smooth back a strand of your hair. “Yes, sorry about that.”    The director laughs. “Nah, don’t worry. You guys are adorable. So, what would you say is the most important thing to remember about marriage?”    Namjoon fields this question, so you settle back in your seat and listen to him talk: now that the tension between you two had evaporated, the words rolled more easily off his tongue, and as he talks you can feel him playing with the ends of your hair. You turn to watch him, unable to keep the slightly-goofy smile off your face as you listen to his familiar, calming cadence. Throughout the rest of the interview, he runs his fingertips over your neck and back, squeezes your hand, bumps his shoulder against yours, and once he even kisses your cheek at the end of one of your answers. You find yourself completely grateful for this silly little video interview, for the way it had so perfectly fixed the tiny rift between the two of you.    When you’re finally done, Namjoon gets to his feet and then turns to face you. He kisses your forehead and then murmurs against your skin, “I’m sorry, my love. I was being ridiculous.”     “I’m sorry, too,” you say, grabbing the lapels of his suit jacket and holding him in place. “I adore you.”    He grins and pulls back. “Let’s go find some food, yeah?”    “Yes!” you agree eagerly. “Plus, we should probably find the newlyweds at some point…”    “Probably.” He puts his hands on your waist and helps you down from the stool; he doesn’t let go once you’re on your feet. Turning slightly towards his friend, he gives a small wave. “Thank you!” His arm still wrapped around your waist, he guides you out of the studio room, but once you’re in the secluded hallway, he spins you around to face him. “You really are my best friend,” he says seriously, leaning down to rest his forehead against yours.     You smile. “And you’re mine, sweetest husband in the entire world.” You eagerly accept his kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck when he tries to pull away too soon. When you finally break apart, you straighten his tie again. “You look so good, babe. I kinda wish we were home right now…”     “Oh yeah?” He raises one eyebrow at you, making your heart race. “Well…maybe we just go congratulate the happy couple, grab a few snacks, and head back home…?”      The silly butterflies he had always given you fill your stomach again and you nod. “Yes, please.”    He kisses you again, then slips his hand into yours. “Okay, love. Let’s go.”