[[headcanon that they are good friends and they might go a little way back]]

AU where instead of going to Samwell, Jack starts a widely successful Publicly Broadcast show for children.

Jack learns that he is great with kids after coaching them for a little over two years. Moreover, kids are good with Jack. There is no pressure to be anything other than who he is.


It all starts with a local news program doing a fluff piece on Jack Zimmermann’s coaching ability. But then it turned into something completely different when Jack skated onto camera and started to introduce every single one of his kids and what was special about them. He was…really enchanting actually. He didn’t ever really talk down to them. Jack just treated them as a tiny friend. 

They ARE his tiny friends, but that’s not the point. 

The footage they got of “snack time” was really the best. Imagine a good 16 kids piled around this massive man teaching them the best way to make a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. 

 It should have been obvious that a local channel would contact him. It still surprises Jack. They want him to host a show? Why? Everyone always teased him about how impersonable he was during interviews. Is it because he’s Jack Zimmermann’s son? Or Alicia’s? 

Jack asks all of these questions to his mother and she just laughs. “You made a PB&J interesting to 16 kids just by being you”

Jack figures it wouldn’t hurt to give it a shot. 

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Time for some more rambling. I’m not sure if this is something that’s already been touched on in the fandom, but I was rewatching the The First Avenger recently and I’m pretty sure the train was set up by Hydra to be a trap for Bucky… 

Let’s start by looking at the scene where Steve rescues Bucky from the Hydra munitions factory. When Schmidt sees that Captain America has infiltrated the facility, he sets the building to destruct. Zola sees what Schmidt is doing and he freaks the hell out.

Now, Zola is normally a groveling worm when it comes to Schmidt. He knows better than to stand up to him; but there’s something that tips him over the edge here–if just for a second.  

We already know there are a handful of other munitions factories across Europe (which is part of the reason Schmidt can be so casual about blowing up this one). Wanting to save the weapons might be part of Zola’s reaction here, but that really isn’t reason enough for him to risk Schmidt’s anger (which can be deadly). At this point in time, there’s nothing in the factory they can’t afford to lose. 

Except for Bucky. 

Sergeant Barnes is the first one to show signs he might survive his stint in the isolation ward. He’s the first one to show signs that he might be responding to Zola’s attempts to create his own super soldier. That research is only located in one place, and Schmidt is about to send Zola’s breakthrough up in flames. The moment Zola realizes he can’t stop Schmidt, he makes a break for the lab to try to rescue his notes. Of course there’s no way he can carry Bucky out of there, so he has to make do with what he can get.  

In a painful twist of fate, Steve does Zola a favor by saving Bucky. 

Take a look at this standoff on the scaffold. Here the audience is meant to focus on Steve and Schmidt going head-to-head for the first time; but pay attention to Bucky and Zola. This is their standoff, too. Follow their line of sight. They’re not looking at Steve and/or Schmidt through most of this scene. They’re looking at each other, and you can almost see the realization on Zola’s face that his experiment might just be saved. 

Don’t you dare look at Bucky like that, you asshole. 

Also, can I just point out the look on Bucky’s face when he spots Zola?

If looks could kill. 

Not to mention his face when he sees what Schmidt looks like under the mask. Sure, Bucky’s line asking Steve if he has “one of those” is meant to be a joke for the audience; but I think Bucky’s experience as a character is a lot different from our experience outside the fourth wall. He’s genuinely scared–for Steve, for himself. You can see the trace of tears in his eyes. 

Bucky knows something awful has been done to him at the hands of Hydra, and he doesn’t know if he’s going to lose his humanity, too. 

Jump ahead and Captain America and the Howling Commandos are now laying waste to anything and everything Hydra. Things are looking bad for our villains.

This is an interesting line, because the movie doesn’t exactly tell us what Zola’s mission is. Maybe we’re supposed to think his mission is to make sure the weapons are finished in time to meet Schmidt’s timeline for world domination. Or maybe it’s to kill Captain America. And maybe those things are part of his job, but as Zola himself says, “I merely develop the weapons. I cannot fire them.” His primary job is research and development, not tactical planning and defense. 

Now that Hydra is up against a super soldier, it’s likely that Schmidt is anxious to get his own super soldiers into combat. The easiest and fastest way to complete that research, of course, is to retrieve Sergeant Barnes. (In theory, Zola could use Steve for experimentation if he caught him; but he would have to start the experiment from scratch. Peggy made it clear earlier in the film that it would take them years to find out the formula using Steve’s blood. Chances are good the same would apply to Zola. The work on Bucky is already underway, it’s Zola’s own handy work, and Bucky’s still weak enough to be an easy catch compared to Steve.)

I don’t think it’s a coincidence that, directly after Schmidt gives Zola the ultimatum to “finish his mission,” we cut to the Howling Commandos laying in wait for the train. They’re hoping to catch Zola, whose location has somehow been leaked, and it quickly becomes clear that the scummy doctor hasn’t been caught by surprise. In fact, everything indicates that Zola was the one laying in wait for them. He’s surveilling the entire train from a command center and issuing orders to strategically placed Hydra soldiers.

When Steve and Bucky board the car, Zola deliberately separates them.

Divide and conquer is a tried and true tactic, but look at the difference in the opponents sent after them. Steve is given a huge opponent armed to the back teeth with a Tesseract energy gun. But Bucky? Bucky faces off against one traditionally-armed guard. (EDIT: In a subsequent viewing I noticed he actually faces off against two guards, but the second one is barely seen and is removed from the equation fairly quickly.)

Why wasn’t that guard given an energy weapon too? My guess would be because Zola didn’t want his guinea pig harmed too badly. Bullet wounds can heal, but disintegration is forever. 

It might also be telling that when Steve and Bucky are back in the same compartment together, Zola screams “kill him” not “kill them.” It’s up for debate who Zola meant for the guard to target; but since he was initially sent after Steve, it’s my assumption that’s who Zola meant for him to shoot.    

As we all know, the plan goes horribly awry on both sides and Bucky falls to his seeming death. Zola is captured and, when Colonel Philips tells him that “the last guy you cost us was Captain Roger’s closest friend,” Zola barely acknowledges it with a creeptacular grin. 

He knows. He knows whatever he did to Bucky would keep him alive. And, as it turns out, even as a captive Zola will gain the means to finish his little experiment. 

Fucker. 

Klance Fic Recs, AU Settings I

Okay so I might end up making multiple parts for AU settings. This one contains mostly occupational/hobby/setting AU stuff. So unless an AU fic prominently featured a certain element, it’ll go on another list. So there are some College AUs, 2 Soulmate AUs, and maybe a few others. 

SPORTS

Olympians
house on fire by ilgaksu
When Lance McClain is eighteen, he qualifies for the Olympics.

When he’s nineteen, he meets Keith.

Correlation does not mean cause, until it totally does.

your love is bright as ever by aknightley (gymnast!Keith, swimmer!Lance)
A brief interlude in the future of the Olympic AU, Christmas with Keith and Lance and their cats.

“This always looks easier in those made for television movies,” Keith tells Blue, who rolls over and out of his lap, chasing her own bits of tinsel.

In It To Win It by Lucy_Claire
One of two things was happening right now, either Lance was having a heart attack on of the biggest day of his life, or he had just laid eyes on his Soulmate.
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Competitive swimmer Lance McClain feels his Timer counting down right when he’s about to jump in the water and finish up his race. He’s faced with two choices in this moment: Continue the race and miss meeting his Soulmate at their fateful time or abandon his life’s work for someone he never met.Lance makes his choice and has to suffer the consequence of never getting back what he missed out on. Or does he?

Swimmers
Ocean Eyes by spacezuko
Lance himself doesn’t even believe in his own abilities. He is drowning in his own pool of desire to be everything that he claims he is. Everything that he wants to be. Keith wonders if he’s broken Lance because he doesn’t say a word, his eyes filled with something opaque that Keith can’t quite pinpoint the meaning of. Lance’s eyes are a deep blue. Not the typical morning sky blue, but the kind of ocean blue one wants to drown in.

With legs like these by Queerswimming
In which Lance finds out that there’s a pool in the castle and challenges Keith to a race.

Lance did NOT think this through. Because not a single thing in this universe could’ve prepare him for the sight of Keith in nothing but a red pair of swimming trunks.

Keith has one arm bend behind his head and stretches it with the other. His back arches beautifully, presenting Lance a perfect view of his well-defined torso. At least the last thing Lance sees right before he dies are those ripped abs.

Football
Mistakes were made by Lynn1998
Lance can’t stand the captain of the football team…so why is he having sex with him?
Part 1 of skinny band nerd takes it up the ass from the beefcake football captain series

Ice Skating/Hockey
On Thin Ice (WIP) by Minadora
Once upon a time, two Canadian nerds decided to start a figure skating au about their two space sons and their wonderful misfit friends. Ten pages of headcanons later we finally put electronic pen to electronic paper and created this monstrosity.

This multi-chapter fic chronicles the lives of a hockey player named Keith who gets forcibly enlisted into figure skating lessons by his brother, Shiro, to “work on his footwork”. There he meets a pompous - yet talented - figure skater named Lance and gets swept away by both the sport and the skater.Enjoy the ride because it’s only just started.

Kiss My Ice (WIP) by delictor
Lance hasn’t skated in a year since the accident that cost him the Olympics. Keith can’t skate for shit but that doesn’t stop him from catching Lance’s attention, even when he can’t so much as stand up after falling on the ice.

‘When a person really desires something, all the universe conspires to help that person to realize his dream.’

“Soon as we’re off this ice you’re dead.” Keith’s threat is an empty one and he knows Lance can tell by the way he laughs at it.
“Serious question though, do you not know who I am?” Lance questions.
“Should I?”
“No, I guess not.” Lance shrugs. “I’m gonna twirl you, okay?”
“No, no don't—wait!” Keith cries out as he’s suddenly viewing the entire arena and his legs go rigid before colliding into Lance’s chest, his chest rising and falling with laughter, hands gripping Keith’s upper arms gently. “Put me back on land.”
“Technically, we are on land.”
“We’re on frozen water, get me off it.”

Quidditch (Non Hogwarts AU)
The Marks We Make (WIP) by wittyy_name
Lance McClain constantly dreams of the day he’ll finally meet his mysterious soulmate. They don’t say much, if anything at all, but they leave him with gorgeous paintings temporarily tattooing his skin. It’s not exactly the situation he hoped for, but when he feels the connection between them, he can’t bring himself to resent them. As much as he wishes his soulmate would just talk to him, he’s resigned himself to being patient. In the meantime, he has a loving family and good friends to help him get by.

Keith Kogane dreads the day he’ll finally meet his obnoxious soulmate. He’s just an art student who’s struggling to find his place in the world. There’s so much he hasn’t been able to control in his life, and the thought of having a soulmate, just another thing in his life which he also has no control over yet can’t do anything about, is a little terrifying. So he ignores the words that occasionally appear on his skin. He has other things to focus on: like being a new student at a big university where his childhood friend and step-brother go.

Surfers (mostly surfer!Lance)
Should I Stand Up on Fear (And Tell You How I Feel?) by Lulatic
“So, it’s really a good thing that Lance got distracted before he dragged you out there with him,” Hunk chuckled. “I guess flirting became more important than your guys’ rivalry.’

Keith blushed again, looking away with a huff. “Yeah, whatever. He’ll probably be distracted long enough that I can go back to the Castle before he decides I need some surfing lessons.”

Pidge laughed, that kind of cheeky giggle that made Keith and Hunk look over at them with wide eyes. Pidge raised a single eyebrow at Keith, grinning mischievously. “Oh, but you won’t be going back to the Castle any time soon, now will you? Not when Lance is out there, soaking wet, wearing nothing but a pair of swimming trunks.”

Pride Tide by lemoninagin
He’d stared up, watched the differing patches of sunlight play the most stunning array of colored patterns across Keith’s pale face as he grinned mischievously over him. Time slowed, his own breathing became laboured and caught in his throat.

“You can teach me, right?” Keith had asked in a shyer voice than usual, brushing the tangled mess of his windswept hair away from his eyes and cocking his head towards the boards.

Save his smile by Queerswimming
Keith wants to protect Lance’s smile and finds his answer at the beach. Starring an awkward Keith, Surfer Lance and Hunk playing a giant ice berg.

Lance caresses the wood gently. His eyes turn soft as he speaks. “My big brother taught me how to build a board.” He laughs softly. “I always messed it up though. I wasn’t patient enough to do it right.“ He taps on the wood and looks at Keith with a sad smile that knocks the breath out of Keith lungs.

“Who would have thought that I would build a surf board in space though.”

He laughs at that but Keith can tell that Lance is faking it. He always can.

Roller Derby
Like Devo by surveycorpsjean
As rival jammers, they’re rough, skating around the rink, giving bruises, bloody noses, broken ribs and snapped fingers-

But when the cops show up, Keith grabs his hand and yanks Lance into the storm drain.

And thats how they start dating.

Streetracing
Purple Lamborghini by warschach
“I need you to focus on this race. No more hate flirting with Keith as much as I enjoy it. I like winning more.”

He scoffed, “I don’t flirt.”

“Then stop saying you’re going to teach him how to ride.”

“I was talking about driving. Duh,” Lance countered with an attitude mastered purely by Valley girls and entitled customers.

“Yea, Lance it doesn’t come off like that at all. It sounds like you’re gonna fuck him.”

“I’m not.”

ARTISTS (also including Musicians and Modeling)

Photographer
Pretty Boy by MilkTeaMiku (photographer!Keith)
A pretty Spanish boy shoves a bouquet of flowers under his nose and tells him to stop and smell the roses, so Keith does.

Roommates by manamune (photographer!Lance, artist!Keith)
(13:24) Lance: Thank you!! Love you, Keith!!!

(13:55) Keith: I’m screenshotting that for the next time you deny it.

Sight for Sore Eyes by writewild
Photographer!Lance’s deadline for the magazine he works on the side for is coming up really soon, and has to search last-minute photo opportunities soon. One boy catches his eye.

Riptide by songsofthespring (photographer!keith, surfer!Lance)
Keith fumbles with the camera around his neck and lines up a shot. The boy coasting down a wave, one hand kissing the water. Keith zooms in as far as his lens will allow him. Droplets frame the boy’s brown skin and cling to his hair and chest. His eyes, little pinpricks of light from this distance, are nevertheless still recognizably as bright as the ocean itself. It looks like he could be dancing when he rides a wave; every part of his lanky frame seems to merge with the board and the ocean beneath him.

He’s beautiful.

Foreign Scenes (WIP) by bwyn
Lance has been dreaming of travelling since the first time he heard stories from his family as a child. Now, having finally the time and money to do it, he goes on a trip to Europe to see some of the most culturally rich cities on the continent. Except he keeps bumping into the same guy over and over again, in random cities, doing stupid shit, and ultimately dragging Lance into his trouble, too.

Basically an AU in which Lance and Keith become impromptu travel buddies and get into trouble.

Artist
7 Days to Fall For You by saiikavon (artist!Keith, ballerina!Lance)

Keith is an art student who mostly keeps to himself, taking note of the beauty in life but keeping his distance from it. This includes the beautiful dancer he sees across the street from his apartment…until a week-long art project pushes him to change that.

(For Klance Secret Santa 2016)

And Now You’re Mine (WIP) by Samyx914 (some artist!Keith)
“No, really. I’ve been thinking about that movie since I got up and that’s the only copy they have and I want it.”

“But, I was faster.”

“But, I want to watch it.” The stranger laughs.

“Well, you could always come home with me to watch it.” He says with a wink.

“Okay.” The stranger’s eyes widen. What the fuck, Keith? No. You don’t go home with strangers… Anymore. 

In which Keith wants to watch a movie, so he goes to find it at Walmart. When there’s only one copy left and someone else picks it up first, his only option is to go home with a stranger. Keith didn’t count on this stranger being so easy to fall for.

Visions by becca2793
"It’s funny, because as a tattoo artist he makes art that lasts pretty much forever – as far as the person who has it is concerned – but a street artist…their art lasts maybe a couple of days.”

Keith comes in for a tattoo; Lance immediately falls in love. With his art. His love for Keith comes later.

Take the Easel Way Out by svensationalist
Oh no, he’s hot, Lance thinks while he’s dying.

(Pidge elbows Lance sharply a little while later. “You’re not dying, dumbass,” they whisper. “Pay attention, the pose started.”)

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Written for klanceweek day 1, “Red/Blue”. Art class AU where Lance can’t focus because one of the new life drawing models is too attractive.

Cute as Fcuk by anonymouschupacabra
Even though he had never seen the hot guy before in the year that he’d been going to college, it was like the dam had broken, because Lance saw him everywhere. From the sculpture rooms, to the library, to the cafeteria, the guy was everywhere Lance was, and it only made it that much harder to ignore the hot buzzing he felt inside every time he saw him.

Dancers
7 Days to Fall For You by saiikavon (ballerina!Lance) see above ^

i bet you look good on the dance floor by xShieru
“So like in 'Step Up’?”
Allura shrugs. “Now that you put it like that - yes. I guess it’s just like in 'Step Up’.”
The smile that she sends Shiro’s way - followed by a shy wave, eugh - is sickening to say the least, and Lance still doesn’t believe in dance camps

.-

Lance McClain’s dancing career begins and ends with Keith.

Keith just wants to find out what Lance’s deal is.

you raise me up by rhapsodyinpink
“What, you don’t think I look like Patrick Swayze?”

Keith snickers. “Absolutely not. You are Jennifer Grey in this situation.”

“That’s a fair point. Nobody puts me in a corner,” replies Lance, nodding seriously, before his expression turns mischievous.

“So then…are you saying you want to call me Baby?”

Keith flushes red, but stands his ground as he leans in closer. “Are you saying you want me to?”

Shut Up and Dance With Me (WIP) by wittyy_name
Lance and his friends have been regulars at the Altea Dance Studio for years. Not just for classes, but to hang out, practice, and spend time with good people who love dancing. Every year, they audition to be one of the few representing Altea at the regional dance competition. Lance always auditions solo, but this year he misses out on auditions and blows his chance to participate. And so does his self-proclaimed rival, Keith.

Luckily, Shiro comes up with a brilliant plan: convince Lance and Keith to audition as a duo.

With a little convincing, and a lot of effort, these two might just be able to pull it off and go to regionals… or they might crash and burn.

Musicians
That Would Be Alright by icedsonder
And call it spur of the moment, his exacerbated pining over past few months, or even his own alcohol impaired judgment, but Keith let his inhibitions take a backseat as he took a step forward and pressed his forehead against Lance’s to sing his next lines.

“I know I’ll fall in love with you, baby”

Musically Insane by myparadisepalace
It had only taken Lance three days after becoming the blue paladin to realize there were no instruments in the castle. And even if there were, Lance figured they’d be too obscure and strange for him to be able to play.

PROFESSIONS (i.e. cops, doctors, EMTs, waiters)

Soldiers/Assassins/Spies
Counting in Code by DLanaDHZ
There was no one better in the field. The Voltron Force was efficient and deadly, and they took no new recruits. They were hand-picked, and though they didn’t always get along, they were family. Under the stress of a mission, the team counted each other as a way to calm down and focus. But Keith couldn’t count, because counting meant he knew where everyone was, and right now all he had was a pair of bloody dog tags in place of his partner.

blink if you want me by xShieru
He wakes up to Pidge’s face hovering above him. “You gotta stop running into him like this.”
“Dude, he fucking shot me.”
“I know. We saw.”

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A hitmen AU wherein two thirsty assholes fall for each other and then jeopardize their respective missions because of it.

Retail/Food (waiters/cashiers/clerks)
Melt With You by dumpsterdiva
If you ask Keith what summer means to him, he’ll say shitty weather, a bag of quarters, sticky blue raspberry kisses, and not-quite-midnight sandwiches.

Summer job AU at the pier feat. Keith as a shaved ice slave and Lance as an aquarium camp counselor.

You Dropped a Bomb by quartetship
Lance loved his job.

OR: The Klance LUSH au

Tollbooth Operator
Drive Me Crazy by battleshidge
Keith stared blankly at the tollbooth operator for a moment before trying to stifle a groan. Somehow, he always managed to get the booth with the flirtatious attendant, a lanky brown-haired man with clear blue eyes and a confident grin. It didn’t matter that he changed what lane he went through—at least three times a week on his way home from work, Keith was forced to suffer through the horrendous flirts that this man tossed his way.

Taxi Driver
Finish What You Started by battleshidge
“You were right,” Keith breathed, looking up at Lance with a fire in his eyes. “I did start this,” he lifted his chin, pressing a soft kiss to Lance’s jaw. And another. And another. Lance thought it was torture—sweet, sweet torture. And then that challenge sparked in Keith’s eyes again as he asked, tone low and resonant, “Are you going to finish it?”

Pizza Delivery
You Stole a Pizza My Heart by KaSaPe
Keith just wanted a pizza. The cute delivery boy with the weird grin and stupid flirting (?) had other plans.

Or: Keith just doesn’t get Lance’s flirting. At all.

Lifeguards
six foot dive (WIP) by shizuoh
“I’m bisexual,” Lance says.

Keith furrows his eyebrows. “Good… for you?”

“I’d like to buy you a drink,” he starts, and grins, “and then get sexual.”

Keith shoves him into the water.

(or: lance and his family go to california for a two-month vacation. cue hot lifeguard keith gyeong-kogane.)

Lessons by amycoolz and SylviaW1991
Keith has been nothing but a thorn in Lance’s side since the mullet-haired ass first walked into the classroom. But when he decides to get himself shoved into the deep end and, wow, can’t even swim, Lance has to save his pretty self and then Pidge volunteers him to teach Keith how to swim. Great. Just great.

Nurse
Racing Heartbeats and Hospital Bedsheets by screwtodayimsleeping (nurse!Keith)
Me: Hunk
Me: Buddy
Me: emergency!!!!
HunkyBae: what’s up, lance? Are they not letting you out of the hospital yet?
Me: HUNK
Me: the male nurse that took my blood was probably the sexiest person i’ve ever seen
Me: and im literally wearing two sheets as an outfit

BUSINESSES (e.g. Coffeeshop, flower shop, animal shelter)

Office
eyes wide to you with wonder by aknightley
Keith doesn’t dislike his job, but he definitely dislikes Lance. Probably. Maybe.

“Coran thinks you’ll bang at the Christmas party but I think that’s giving you guys way too much credit,” Pidge says thoughtfully. “Hunk is a romantic. He thinks Lance is gonna ask you out any day now. I think he’s got a week or so before he owes me like a hundred bucks.”

“Pidge, what the fuck?” Keith says, flustered. He nudges them again with his foot, this time slightly harder. They scowl at him, swatting him away. “Why would you bet on me and Lance?”
Part 1 of Office AU

Flower Shop
i’ll gift you the stars by Kyoshu_Koi
Flowers and stars. At least they were giving him things he liked.

Cactus by PinkHitman
When Keith moves from the desert in the middle of ass backwards nowhere, to plop in the middle of the big city, he doesn’t expect to instantly grow fond of the tall, endearing, jerk across the street. But it’s hard not to see roses when said person works in a flower shop.

Arcade
got game by warschach
Lance hates his job until the one day he doesn’t.

Bakery
you’re so sweet; will you be mine?  by jojotext
A new bakery pops up right across the street from Lance’s bakery.

In which Lance is an idiot, Keith is an asshole, and Pidge is the next Dr. Phil.

Coffeeshop
nothing’s quite as sweet by dimpleforyourthoughts and thebrotherswinchester
Keith is a barista who hates his job. Lance works at the cat shelter across the street.

SOCIAL MEDIA (Tumblr AU, bloggers, Youtubers, gamers)

Youtubers
you had me at merlot by DJAlien
“Oh my God,” Lance says as he covers his face. Keith’s tinny voice blares from his laptop speakers: “What do you call a fake noodle? An impasta.” See, this joke might have been funny if someone charismatic and charming had said it, but Keith’s flat voice and even flatter expression effectively kidnaps, tortures, and then decapitates any chance of it being remotely humorous.

Keith accidentally starts a YouTube channel. Lance, of course, refuses to be left out. It goes about as well as you’d expect. (Ft. copious amounts of wine and a truly shameless number of references to MyDrunkKitchen, DailyGrace, and general pop culture)

The Boyfriend Tag by theoddpacolypse
Keith and Lance are famous YouTubers, along with the rest of their friends, and though they consider each other “rivals” in some ways, they are actually incredibly close. So close that they are actually dating in secret and constantly dropping hints to their fans, whom desperately want them together.
Part 1 of What Happens on Youtube series

Gamers
Next Level (WIP) by battleshidge
“Dammit, Blue, don’t die on us yet! We only just started!”

Red’s voice snapped in his ears, and Lance cursed under his breath. He tried to backpedal quickly, but being flat on his back with the enemy looming above made for certain movement limitations. On top of that, he was already injured, and he could see the red patch spreading across his thigh. He could really use some of Hunk’s portable healing pods, that was for sure. And that, Lance observed, was a very nasty looking knife that was about to plunge straight through his chest.

Well, shit.

Effect: +100% Love, -100% Logic (WIP) by manamune
In the real world, Lance is barely making it by in his senior year. He’s failing most of his classes and is only one more fuck up away from being kicked off the swim team.

In the virtual reality game Voltron, Lance lives an entirely different life as the internationally-known Blue, an archer with impeccable aim. He’s filthy rich, has a trillion friends, and is a part of the most feared guild in the game.There’s just one problem: he’s madly in love one of his guildmates, Red.

Things begin to go downhill when a kid who acts suspiciously similar to Red transfers to Lance’s school.

Bloggers
a recipe for two by battleshidge
He wondered, briefly, what the look on Lance’s face would be if he actually did say yes.

It’s Mutual (Follow Back Already) by JessicaMDawn
At twenty-four, Keith decides to figure out what this 'tumblr’ thing is. It’s confusing at first, but Keith learns to have fun with it with help from a few new friends. AKA Keith’s adventures on tumblr.

Lance headcanon

Ok so we know that Pidge is a computer mastermind: she hacked into the garrison(probably multiple times), was able to create a complete fake identity, and still created more advanced scanners than what the garrison had.

We know that hunk is possibly a engineering genius: Even if he puts it more to cuisine, he could easily build a rocket engine out of scrap parts. We’ve seen him fix alien power thrusters that he has never seen before, or at least had very little knowledge of.

So why would they place the two smartest people the garrison has seen in probably years, with Lance? Someone that everyone thinks is just an average pilot? Someone who only got into the fighter pilot classes because Keith dropped out? But what if he wasn’t just an average cargo pilot that got lucky like everyone thought?


I headcanon that Lance is a tactical prodigy! A strategic mastermind! That he can come up with some of the most brilliant war tactics and battle plans that would trump any generals ideas for years to come!

Think about him using his gift to help organize some sort of Cuban resistance against its corrupted government( I don’t know the real situation in Cuba, or if anything is going on in Cuba, but just follow this for the head canon…au-ish thing I got going on.) and his plans help the people win against their government, and Lance is just happy now that his family will be safe and happy in their home.

The American government hears about this Cuban boy who pretty much lead the way to freedom for his country, about his prodigy status. And then they find out that the kid wants to be a pilot. And they take advantage of this.

They give this Cuban boy a free pass to America to go to the Garrison to become a pilot, and all he has to do is make battle plans for them every now and then. And of course Lance takes the opportunity, his whole family standing behind his decision to be the best pilot to come out of the Garrison.

Now they put Lance into the cargo pilot class at first, to keep him sated, and for awhile it works out. Lance is doing great in his classes, he’s even #1 in the cargo pilot class, and he sends the government any tactics, battle plans, etc. that he creates. Lance even made friends with his roommate, who is an incredible engineer and friend. But Lance wants more, he doesn’t want to stay a cargo pilot, he wants to be a fighter pilot, so he works harder in school to be able to move up. only problem? Keith took the last placement in the fighter pilot class, and now Lance’s government work is kind of lacking its usual brilliance.(can you blame him? His dream has been thwarted by some guy with a mullet! Of course he isn’t really doing his best.)

But then Keith gets kicked out because of some anger problems. So the higher ups make Iverson move up Lance and Hunk to fighter pilot and engineer, hoping that this will get Lance back into his usual groove. Iverson doesn’t like this, but orders are orders. So Lance and Hunk move up, and Pidge joins the group. But that doesn’t mean Iverson has to be nice to Lance, so he does all that he can to remind him that he’s only there because of Keith.

And then they all find Shiro, then join Voltron, and Lance can’t wait to help the team with his thing! He can’t wait to show them that he isn’t just a good shot, but an even better strategic mastermind! But the only one who really knows about Lance’s gift is Hunk, after long nights of listening to Lance talk in English and Cuban about tactical advantages and every battle plan he’s thought of. The others just think that Lance is just a flirt, who doesn’t really take anything seriously. So whenever he tries to put in his own ideas, he get shut down before he can really tell hem his ideas. It makes him start questioning his talent, and his place on the team.

Then during a mission, things go south. Fast. And Lance tries to offer up his plan on how to get out of there, but again he gets shut down again, something like “ shut up Lance! We’re trying to figure out how to get out of here, we don’t need your stupid jokes!” From who, that’s kinda up in the air at the moment. Then, uh oh! Lance gets captured while their escaping!

And Hunk is pissed. Beyond pissed! As soon as the team meets up to try and talk, Hunk goes OFF ON THEM!!! He tells everyone how Lance is a prodigy tactician and strategic genius, and that if they only listened to Lance than everyone might have made it out safe and Lance wouldn’t have been captured. And of course everyone is now feeling bad that they’ve always ignored Lance or shut him down before he could say his ideas. And Slav is now freaking out, because they have technology that can take information from people’s minds, and if the Galra find out about Lance’s talent, that could be really bad for them.

At first, the Galra do the usual thing; torture, regular beatings, rarely feeding him. But he isn’t spilling anything, so they use that machine on Lance, hoping to get information on Voltron. But when they find out that his brain is filled with incredible battle plans, you can bet your ass that they continue to use this machine to use his tactics against voltron. And all the while Lance is in constant pain, for the machine, from his injuries, and he can’t stop it. He can’t protect his friends, instead the thing everyone has called ‘a gift’ is going to hurt his friends. And he can’t do anything to stop it.

Wow, that was a lot longer than I was planning. but yeah, lance being crazy brilliant. I totally headcanon it. So I hoped you like, and if you got any questions, don’t be afraid to ask them!

Writing Tips - YOI Edition

I decided to start my little series of writing tips with a Yuri On Ice specific post because that’s the fandom I’m most familiar with. While I’ll make examples from the anime, keep in mind that most of these things can be taken in a more general way and applied to other fandoms as well.

These are only tips and if you don’t follow them that’s perfectly fine, your fanfiction is valid.


LANGUAGES:

Different characters speak different languages with each other, and implementing that in your fic can make it feel more realistic. That doesn’t mean that you have to include a full dialogue in a language other than the one of your fic (although a few words thrown here and there like terms of endearment are always good, and even a couple of full sentences are fine, just remember to translate them in the notes), but there are ways to show this even if you don’t do that. Simply have your POV character hear a dialogue and not understanding it, and asking about it later (or just wondering about it in their head). Another small thing is to not have the POV character be surprised by this (unless for very specific reasons): they’re used to being in international environments and to hearing different languages being spoken by other skaters, so it’s usually not a big deal to them.

Another tip is to understand what being bilingual (or tri- or multilingual) means. We don’t randomly start mixing two languages. The only instance where I’ve had that happen to me is when for some reason a word in one of the language I speak has to be in my sentence, then it might happen that I actually keep talking in that language. 

Example:

Gli ho detto che è bravo nel multitasking, and like-”

As you can see, the “and like” is some of those things we’re used to saying to connect sentences (like “you know” and other stuff), so it’s something easy to slip into if we’ve just said a word in English. You also see I stopped the sentence there because that’s what I feel happens, you don’t go on speaking in a different language for ten minutes, you usually notice right away and stop yourself.

That’s a very specific example of course, but what will mostly happen in your fic is that a character will switch back and forth effortlessly.

Examples: 

Yuuri is talking to Victor in English, then his mom brings them homemade katsudon and Yuuri thanks her and holds a short conversation with her in Japanese. Then he goes back to speaking to Victor.

Yuri and Otabek are speaking on skype in Russian. Otabek’s sister enters his room and asks him in Kazakh to help her with her homework, and he tells her (in Kazakh) that he’ll be right there, then he proceeds to explain Yuri what happened in Russian and they say goodbye and hang up.

Yuri and Victor are talking at the rink in Russian, then Yuuri skates towards him, and both Yuri and Victor switch to English to include Yuuri in the conversation.


Who speaks what language:

Generally speaking, all skaters interact in English.

Victor, Yuri, Mila, Georgi, Yakov, Lilia, Nikolai all speak Russian among each other. They might use English around other people if they don’t want to be rude to them, but in general they’ll have a tendency to keep speaking in Russian to each other, no matter how fluent in English they are.

Victor speaks fluent French as well as Russian and English, so it’s safe to believe that he and Chris speak French when they communicate.

Looking at the Japanese side of things, Yuuri, Yuuko (probably her husband too), Minako and Mari all speak fluent English, contrary to Yuuri’s parents who don’t appear to speak it at all. The triplets are 6 years old so they most definitely only speak Japanese. I headcanon that Minami doesn’t really speak a good English since he doesn’t appear to have competed much or at all outside of Japan, but I don’t think we have enough info about him so do what you want with him.

Otabek’s first language is Kazakh. It uses the same alphabet as Russian but it’s a different thing, but Kazakhs generally learn Russian and Otabek is definitely fluent in it. He’s also lived in the US and in Canada so he’s fluent in English as well. When he interacts with Yuri you should keep in mind that they’re speaking Russian.

Of course, when writing post-canon, it’s entirely possible and even very likely that the couples (or even friends, for example Yuuri and Phichit probably learned a little of Thai and Japanese respectively) pick up each other’s languages. Victor will learn Japanese, Yuuri will learn Russian, Emil will learn Italian. I headcanon that in some couples only one of them will learn the other’s language (for example I don’t think it’d be very useful for Yuri to learn more than a little basic Kazakh), but that’s absolutely up to you.

Another thing I personally like to do in my fanfics whenever there’s characters with different nationalities is to remind the reader that everyone has different accents. You don’t have to point it out in every sentence, but even just doing it once in your whole fic will make it feel, once again, more realistic. Another accent fun fact: at the beginning it’s hard to understand an accent you’ve never heard before, but it gets easier the more you keep hearing it. Try to think of ways to show that in your fanfic if that’s something you want to do.


NICKNAMES: 

Another important aspect in YOI is the use of nicknames, like Yurio or Katsudon. The thing is, not everyone uses them, and not in every context. If you want to use them in a fic and be true to canon, learn who uses them and why.

Yurio 

is a nickname given by Mari to Yuri P. to avoid confusion between him and her brother Yuuri. Yuuri, Victor and Yuuri’s family and friends are the only ones using it. Yuri hates it. He wouldn’t use it for himself, so avoid using it in your fic unless:

  • the characters I mentioned above are talking to him
  • one of the characters above is also the POV character (especially if it’s first person)
  • Yuri himself is complaining about it

Especially avoid using it when:

  • it’s Yuri’s POV
  • it’s the POV of someone close to Yuri or who knew Yuri before canon (like his grandpa, Yakov, Mila, etc)
  • it’s Otabek’s POV. He’s his friend (or more) and he would use his given name (unless for some reason he wanted to annoy him - which he probably would at some point lol)

Yura/Yurochka 

I don’t feel educated enough to talk about this myself, I could only say what I saw in the anime but you should definitely read this post because it’s well done and explains who would call Yuri Yura or Yurochka.

Katsudon

Only Yuri calls Yuuri Katsudon (sometimes he switches it for pig). Victor called Yuuri little piglet or something at the beginning of canon, but definitely doesn’t do it later on.

(Beka)

This is not canon yet, but it’s a really widespread nickname for Otabek within the fandom, that only Yuri (or Otabek’s family) uses.


In general, I think nicknames rub off on the people we talk to. So for example, when I write Otayuri I sometimes have Otabek think of Yuuri as “Katsudon”. Why? Because at least at the beginning he would only hear Yuri talk about him, and Yuri would refer to him with that nickname. He would probably not call Yuuri like that directly in a dialogue, but that’s all just speculation. I just added this bit because I think it’s one of the many ways to both build someone’s characterization and show instead of telling the kind of relationship two characters have.


Other writing tips: (coming soon!)

general pt.1 | general pt.2 | plot | dialogues | characterization

It pisses me off so much how in the books Parvati and Lavender are just pidgeon-holed as ‘fashion obsessed hair heads’ for most of the books?

I mean, they might not be, but that was the impression pre-teen!me got from reading the books?

And now I’m all … okay, okay Hermione is awesome and we all know it.

But that doesn’t mean Lavender and Parvati are stupid just because they are geared differently from Hermione.

Fashion is hella hard and it requires a lot of memorization and attention to detail? And honestly Lavender and Parvati seem to be pretty nice people, in the little glimpses we get of them?

And all I want is Harry, following the Weasley without getting noticed (because he is used to sneaking around without disturbing people or attracting their attention, owing to the Dursley for that) and getting through the barrier and on the train.

And Lavender’s father helping him out with his baggage, jokingly asking him to keep an eye on his little girl? You seem like a good lad, my Lavender is the most beautiful girl, I need a strong gentleman to keep an eye out until she gets to Hogwarts and she starts to learn magic, so are you up to it?

Which is, of course, not true. Lavender has been going to self-defense lessons for years.

But the man noticed that this was a little kid with no parents around, looking all alone.

He thought 'hey, maybe I can stick him with my kid and they’ll make friends’

(btw, as Lavender is not, as far as I know, confirmed as pureblood in canon, I am going with half-blood or muggleborn for her, I’m thinking muggleborn for this specific AU?)

And Lavender is all “Daddy!” and apologizing to Harry for her dorky dad the moment he is out of the door.

And very nicely avoiding to comment on his clothes because she knows how it feels to be conscious of how your clothes look on you and it’s clear to her eyes that the way Harry is dressed he is probably from some orphanage or something because those are huge hand me downs.

(Because fuck you 90s, being fashion conscious doesn’t mean you are an elitist bitch).

And her parents are looking at her from the Platform and instead of asking about Harry’s life, not wanting to put him on the spot, Lavender waves to them and starts talking to Harry all “Those are my parents, they are so fascinated with the idea of magic and what I will learn at Hogwarts, I can’t wait to write to them all about the castle. My dad works in an office as an accountant and my mother has a column in –” Insert popular teen magazine for 90s UK.

And Harry is a bit overwhelmed but Lavender isn’t staring at him, she is not forcing him to talk and she looks nice.

So he kind of starts to tell her about the Dursely y'know, not like he did with Ron about how terrible they are, but about Vernon working for Grunnings (Lavender giggles and says 'Oh I am so sorry but it just sounds like a really silly name? Grunnings.’ and she tries to stretch the word a bit and Harry laughs a little and says yes, because it does sound silly the way she’s saying it, he just had never thought about it. 'I think it’s Swedish or something’ he offers and Lavenders nods sagely because yes, that makes sense) and how Petunia lives at home and reads all sort of gossipy papers, but not teen ones so sorry, he has never seen Lavender’s mom’s column.

And then the door to their compartment open and Parvati and Padma’s mother (I don’t know if they are pureblood but I’m headcanoning them as pureblood for this one) politely asks if there’s space for two more girls and when Lavender and Harry, after looking at each other, agree, Madam Patil levitates their trunks in (much to the amazement of Harry and Lavender) and settles them above and then guides her daughters in.

She introduces them, putting her hands on her shoulders, cautions her girls to not get wand-happy and wishes everyone a happy Hogwarts year and then leaves them there, going back to the Platform to join her husband and tell him how she left their daughters in the presence of Harry Potter.

“He looked dreadful. Hard up at the very least. I think you should look into his family situation. His clothes, at the very least, were terrible.” She murmurs, softly. “I am sure our girls will adopt him before the ride is over, so you should look forward to hearing about him in their letters.”

Her husband, who knows all about his beloved’s wife tendency to take people under her wing and adopt dangerous animals and fell in love with her for it (as well as for other qualities she has) because he’s very much the same, smiles fondly at her for the last bit and nods seriously at the first one.

It doesn’t matter who the boy is. Well it does, because Harry Potter of course, but it also doesn’t matter because no child should be mistreated.

Also it’s kind of strange that Harry Potter would look hard up, considering it’s common knowledge his parents left him handsomely provided for, full tuition to Hogwarts already paid.

Lavender gushes about how beautiful the Patil twins are, which immediately conquers Parvati, who gushes right back at Lavender’s sparkly accessories.

(Look, I might be wrong because this was the UK and not Italy, and if I am please let me know, but I was a child in the 90s, I bought italian teen magazines, sparkly shit taped to the cover under a plastic sleeve was the shit with fashionable people.)

Of course the moment Harry introduces himself, the Parvati twins try really hard not to goggle, though they do look at his scar, and then Parvati starts asking a storm of questions about where he grew up, whether the Harry Potter adventure books right about all he did since he was a child, if not that what did he do since beating You-Know-Who.

Harry 'Do you mean Voldemort?’ is greeted by soft gasps, right until Lavender asks 'Who?’ and then Parvati starts telling her all about the horrible Voldemort and how Harry and his parents saved them all from that monster.

Padma’s brain on the other hand is whirring and she is the one who reassures Harry that he will do just as fine as everybody else, when he says that.

Lavender and Parvati interrupt their convo because Lavender needs to assure to Harry that she’s muggleborn too, so they will have to learn together and he will be just on par with her, while Parvati explains that magical kids do get a leg up because some of them are allowed to practice at home but that really, she will make sure Harry is up to date with everything that is 'stupefy’ about the magical world.

At which point, Lavender asks what 'stupefy’ means and Padma explains that it’s the stunning spell, so don’t say it while pointing your wand at anyone and Parvati adds that it means, well, the most stunning things around.

(What? Wizarding children should have their own slang).

So by the point Hermione and Neville come by, the group as already made the first basic ties and while Neville is greeted and introduced by Padma and Parvati to the rest of the group, Hermione goes on fine right until she hears Harry’s name.

Padma and Parvati thinks it’s … whatever wizarding equivalent is there of gauche, that Hermione would throw that torrent of words at Harry and just … presume to know about him.

Lavender is just hella protective of her new friend.

Tightly knit protective of Harry formation is achieved in 0.2 seconds.

Neville, who has been around other pureblood children but has been condescended upon by most of them (not Padma and Parvati, given that Parvati will stick up for him later on, but still, it was a general tendency towards a potential squib) has found in Hermione one person who has been nice to him to the point of going out of her way to help him look for his embarrassing toad, so he gets protective of Hermione right back.

So basically, Parvati tells Hermione that she should not barrage people with informations like that, Neville replies timidly that Hermione didn’t mean anything bad, she just like quoting sources, Lavender tells Harry that he doesn’t have to worry, they’ll look up all that stuff when they get to Hogwarts, Hermione gets huffy because of course she didn’t mean anything bad, she just thought Harry would know about that stuff, Padma asks why Hermione would think that when Harry has been raised in the muggle world, Neville goggles at the news that Harry was raised in the muggle world.

It’s a mess.

And then Draco Malfoy arrives, because he’s been making the rounds of the train to look for Harry Potter (saying hi to family allies on the way).

I am not sure who says what to whom for most of the ‘chat’ but what I am sure of is that by the end of it, Neville and Hermione are going to be best friends forever and an united front against snobby purebloods, Padma has icily informed 'Mister Malfoy’ that she will be writing to her father about how low the raising standards of the Malfoy have fallen to produce Draco as a result, in response to a snipe Draco made about telling his father about the Patil twins and the rabble they are sticking with, Parvati has informed Crabbe and Goyle that she had not thought they were better than this but they definitely need to find themselves friends who don’t just treat them like dumb muscle and Lavender has vowed to herself that it doesn’t matter to her how cute Draco Malfoy is or how attractive his silver hair are she will spell his hair and robes to look like something an 80s hairband groupie would wear, just as soon as she learns the necessary spells.

To make it simple, battle lines have been drawn, metaphorical blood has been spilled on all sides and the Harry-Lavender-Parvati-Padma friendship has been set in stone.

Ron, if you are curious about him, found a compartment that had Seamus Finnigan and Dean Thomas in it and spent a really amazing first ride to Hogwarts.

They both made sure Dean knew how Gryffindor was the best house there ever is and then they explained Quidditch to him and became fascinated when Dean explained football (to americans: soccer) to them, especially once Dean started sketching out schemes and stuff.

There are too many players, but it looks like exactly the kind of team effort chasers have to put together only spread through eleven people and that’s just wow.

Being Tony Stark’s Daughter (and dating Peter!) would include…

let’s do it again!

Requested by anon and @katiemcrae
“ Could you maybe do a fluffy headcanons about being Tony Starks daughter and dating Peter Parker? Thanks and I love your blog ^_^ “
AND “  YOOO those headcanons were good asffff !!! Do part 2 ??? I really liked them ! 💓❤️ “  
 
 

Tony Stark / Headcanon Masterlists

Piggy backs off of this!

  • You didn’t go to school, Tony thought it would be easier to just hire tutors and online school worked just fine. You and Tony do a lot of travelling, it was much better this way.
  • But that also meant you didn’t have many friends your age
  • Until Tony saw you watching a video online of “the amazing Spider-Man”
  • Tony wanted to recruit this boy
  • He could be helpful to the team
  • And Tony knows how to get information. Tony was able to figure out who was behind the mask after just a little bit of digging
  • Peter was ecstatic to be going to the residence of Tony Stark and the Avengers Compound
  • He was so happy to get a suit upgrade
  • *oh don’t mind peter and tony working on suit designs* *because you walk in*
  • “Hey, father, can I get onto your computer? Thanks, I want to change something in FRIDAY’s code.”
  • “(Y/N) NO DO NOT TOUCH FRIDAY!”
  • Peter like drops whatever he is working with because he is so stunned to be in the presence of yn stark
  • “Ooooh, who’s the kid?” 
  • “yn this is Peter Parker-”
  • “Spider-Boy, right? I watch your videos on youtube.”
  • Peter is baffled that two people figured out his identity without even knowing him, well that or you saw the suit sitting in front of him
  • You picked up his goggles, “holy wowza no wonder you’re here you’re going to run into a wall with these things”
  • “I can see out of them perfectly fine…but i do need an upgrade” aka peter thinks you and tony don’t understand how his senses work but he wants to be around you so he admits he needs help
  • “yn would you like to help?” -tony
  • Peter dies on the inside because woRKiNg wITh YOu
  • You help a little bit but then have to leave because you have *important work* to do with Clint…aka montly intense cookie baking and dance off
  • Peter ends up staying around the base much more often. He has to train to be a superhero, as much as Tony doesn’t want him out there risking his life…Peter is stubborn and he has the powers to do it- might as well let him do it in a safer suit.
  • But Peter is catching eyes for you
  • He can’t help it
  • He wants to talk to you
  • Peter is v scared
  • And Tony can tell he feels this way. But Tony is stuck in between letting him calmly love you or telling him “stay away from yn” because tony doesn’t know how he feels 100% about Peter just yet
  • But the advances happen anyway
  • After months of him and you bonding over random, nerdy and cute things, he words up the courage to ask you on a date
  • you say yes, obviously, or this headcanon wouldn’t be a thing
  • So you two go to dinner and realize man we aren’t this fancy wanna go get ice cream
  • So now you two are dressed up like you’re going to a fancy restaurant when really you’re sitting in the middle of an ice cream parlor
  • But that’s ok, because it’s who you are
  • And this happens a few times. 
  • Dates include random walks to photography outings to movies to pizza to swinging around the city to literally sitting in Peter’s apartment playing Scrabble
  • You come home one day and tell your father you and Peter are officially dating
  • He doesn’t know how to feel about it
  • He doesn’t say anything for like…ten minutes
  • Steve is in the room and is very happy for you and Peter, but is getting worried about Tony
  • “Tony…do you need to sit down? You’re losing all color in your face.”
  • Tony doesn’t say anything but slowly sits down on the chair. He should have seen this coming. (shut up pietro). He knows you two have been hanging out a lot and he has seen how much fun you guys have. Why is he so shocked?
  • After taking time to think it through and regaining the color in his face, he realized that it wasn’t shock from you two dating…he was shocked he was okay with it
  • You’re his baby girl!
  • He’s supposed to protect you!
  • How can he let some immature teenager attempt to look after you?
  • At least it’s like a superhero and not some random boy you met on the street
  • BUT STILL
  • Tony sighs and gets his thoughts together. “Well, I’ve seen how happy you two are. Keep the happiness, it’s nice to see that”
  • “Thanks, dad”
  • “Thank you Mr. Stark.”
  • Tony has to force himself to stand up and by now Pepper is in the room and already filled in on the drama
  • “I better not catch you two kissing…or you have another thing coming!”
  • Pepper quickly rushes over and grabs Tony by the arm. “Shush, Tony, that’s their business.”
  • Pepper highkey loves that you two are together
  • She couldn’t be anymore happy
  • She had always wanted to hear you gush about your s/o, no matter if it was a girl or a boy! She just wanted to be there to hear about it.
  • And now she could
  • You two could sit up and talk for hours about nothing
  • And now you could fill her in on dates, because Peter is a fooking romantic who wants to give the best
  • “Last night he landed on my windowsill to give me roses but because he was swinging around so much, the petals flew off of all but one.” - you
  • “It’s the thought that counts…right?” - pepper

alphaandhismate  asked:

Hey Rachel got a question for ya. Do you think Stiles would feel inadequate compared to all the buff sexy werewolves and push himself​ to the breaking point trying to look like he belongs? Cause I have this headcanon where he decides to work out to make himself look like he belongs beside the wolves but it doesn't work out to well and he winds up doing more harm than good. Which upsets Derek when he finds out (because he loves the idiot but he won't admit it)

Aw I can absolutely see this. Stiles, already prone to insecurity and the feeling of not being good enough, slowly being worn down by that itching knowledge in his skull of being that he’s not as strong as any of his friends, not as attractive as any of his friends, and sure as hell not as useful as any of them, right? Sure, he’s smart. He knows that. But what the hell use is that in battle? He can’t dive in front of a bullet to keep the others from hurting, can’t stand beside the others and fight at anything close to their level.

And no matter how much he smirks at enemies’ jibes and plays off as enjoying being the group’s token human (”means I get to leave all the heavy lifting to you guys, right?”) it’s a feeling that would keep building up over time, pushing at the back of his skull every time the pack insists he be left behind on a certain mission, that he should stay where he’s safe, or gets offhandedly told he’ll just slow the others down. Every time they go running out in the preserve and he gets to sit behind and watch the car. Every time he goes out with the group and finds himself wondering what he looks like in everyone else’s eyes: this circle of beautiful beyond belief, supernaturally perfect people and then… him.

He couldn’t share his worries with the others –– Scott would get that worried look in his eyes and insist Stiles is perfect the way he is. Lydia might not share the same speed and strength as the others but she’s always been supernaturally beautiful, and she’s got her own banshee tricks to help out in a fight. So he keeps it inside, bottles it up… and he starts to push himself. Stays after school lifting weights until his limbs are wrecked from it, goes out running until his legs are shaking under him. Thinking one more lift, one more mile, one step closer to belonging.

And it starts working, too. He’s able to keep up with the pack sometimes, on their more casual runs. He’s gaining muscle, losing any last hints of baby fat. But there are hollowed shadows under his eyes too and he’s not eating enough, probably, but that’s fine. It’s fine when he wrestles with Liam and ends up with a purpled bruise blooming out across his ribs from a too-hard tackle. It’s fine that he can’t really sleep anymore because his muscles are always burning. It’s fine because he’s started looking at pictures of the group after pack events and almost seeing a group of people who fit together, not a handful of perfect people around a lanky, awkward him. Who the hell wouldn’t sacrifice a little comfort and the ability to lift his arms above his head for that?

.-

Derek’s the one who notices first, because of course he is. Drops in through the bedroom window one night like the supernatural stalking creeper he used to be, and finds Stiles collapsed to an exhausted heap against the side of his bed. Too tired and too sore to have stripped off his sweat-stained shirt or make it the extra step to lay down on it. He forces a smile when he spots Derek, but it’s more pained than it should be. Wavers at the edges. Derek ignores his opening jibe, doesn’t comment on the way Stiles tries to push himself up on unsteady palms and falters, a spasm of motion that starts and dies just as fast. Just moves silent, sits down next to him on the floor at the foot of the bed. There’s a world of words in his silence, a disapproving air Stiles can feel deep in his bones, and he finds himself saying “I’m fine,” low and head ducked, like it’s a lie.

It’s not a lie. But it’s not exactly true either, is it?

Derek’s eyes are on Stiles’ face now, flicking down his damp shirt, over his faintly trembling limbs, and it’s like he’s seeing too much suddenly, seeing through walls Stiles is too tired to pull up. People aren’t supposed to see him at this point in the day; they’re supposed to see him in the morning when he has the energy to grin and bounce and keep up with the rest of them like it’s effortless. They’re not supposed to see the tired bruises under his eyes or the way he shakes from hours of trying to hold himself at a werewolf’s level.

He wets his lips, a flash of frustration burning bitter through him.

“Look, I’m not strong like you guys.” It’s not news. It’s been a constant refrain for the past two years of his life, ever since Scott was bit and turned into a superhero sports star girl magnet and left Stiles standing awkwardly in his dust. Stiles couldn’t ask for the bite, Scott wouldn’t understand. And he doesn’t think he wants it either, not really. He doesn’t want the claws or the anchors or the pulls to the moon. He just wants to be able to keep up with them. Wants to not be the funny one in a group of supermodels. Doesn’t want to be the weak one in a group of heroes. Doesn’t want to be the one holding them back.

He bites over a frustrated sound, frowns at Derek’s faintly pinched brows, manages to lift one bone-dead arm and snaps out even more harshly: “I’m not… hot.”

It’s not the whole issue, it barely touches the issue, but it’s too much already and he scowls after he says it, daring Derek to snort or mock him or roll his eyes and agree, obviously, but that searching look only seems to sink deeper and Derek murmurs, “You’re wrong.”

Which is just… it’s worse than laughing. Because Stiles could handle people dismissing him, mocking him. He’s used to that. What he can’t take is Derek fucking Hale feeling so goddamned bad about his patheticness that he’s reduced to lying to try and comfort him.

“Oh, right, sure. I’m hot. You guys are all freaking Greek gods with all the muscle and the… faces.” He snorts, falling back against an overworked spine that protests the pressure. “You can’t even talk. You’ve always been the hottest person ever. You’ve got no idea what it’s like to be the one no one ever wants.”

Derek’s eyes flick down Stiles again, reassessing, and Stiles winces over the realization that Derek’s trying to find something, anything likable on his wiry frame.

Don’t––” He starts, because he physically cannot handle that, but Derek’s saying “You’re wrong,” again, and it’s soft and warm in a way that doesn’t sound like pity.

But Stiles doesn’t let himself feel it. The “oh yeah?” he shoots back is sure and challenging, almost smug in its confidence because maybe he’s not beautiful beyond all reason like the man next to him, maybe he’s not strong and desirable and wanted but at least he’s smart enough to realize that.

Derek lets out a growl of frustration and turns where he’s sitting, crowds in close with palms pressed to either side of Stiles’ thigh, and Stiles is on the edge of rolling his eyes because does Derek seriously think he can intimidate Stiles into changing his mind about himself, but then “you’re wrong” falls out a third time, a too-warm growl of a whisper, and Derek closes the space between their lips.

Stiles loses his conviction in the contact.

Derek’s hands move over him while they kiss, dragging soothing tips and scolding pinches over his wrecked muscles in ways that leave him groaning, touches sinking you’re beautiful and you’re wanted under his skin in ways the best words probably never could. Hands trail down to play across Stiles’ fingers, silently praising the cleverness of them. Beard-rough lips drift up to kiss across his temple and a warmth of admiration seems to melt into him with each press. And Stiles can barely move, arms aching protest as he lifts them to thread into Derek’s hair, body quivering in ways that shift between exhaustion and want.

When Derek finally leans back Stiles whimpers, wanting more but too worn down to chase him. But Derek’s watching him from inches away in the dark room, and there’s no reflected flaws in those dark eyes now. Just you’re beautiful, you’re wanted. You’re important

Stiles runs light thumbs down Derek’s beard, lets out a light laugh he barely recognizes.

“Guess I believe you,”

(And from now on, on nights when the pack goes out running, Stiles and Derek find a more interesting way to occupy themselves by the cars.)

kawaiijohn  asked:

what is your favorite headcanon about izuku?

Oh God.

Okay, so I feel I need to preface this with the fact that in no way does this post excuse the actions of Katsuki Bakugou. I’m going to talk about him a lot and I just need to get that out there before I start because:

I honestly believe that Izuku Midoriya thinks of Katsuki Bakugou as his best friend.

I refuse to believe otherwise. Like if you watch throughout the series, Izuku doesn’t think of Katsuki in a negative light - he never has.

Even at the beginning of the series.

When Izuku first explains Bakugou to the readers he doesn’t speak of him in the sense of “oh this guy makes my life a living hell.” or “this is jerk I avoid at school.”  or even “I used to be friends with him but he’s such an asshole now I can’t stand him. He’s a horrible person.”  No. We get this:

He explains that he was once friends with Bakugou - and never once has Izuku expressed an end to the relationship on his side of it. He doesn’t even say that once Katsuki’s quirk manifested that they stopped being friends - no he says “it took a turn for the worse.”, or if you wanna go further since this is the mangapanda translation, in the VIZ translation he says that Kacchan was neither “good” or bad” but once his quirk manifested he started on the path towards “bad”, and in the anime (I watched the dub I will be completely blunt right here), Izuku says “But when his quirk manifested, He began to change.”  

Relationships are not always prefect, and it’s something Izuku has been aware of for a very long time. He doesn’t expect everything to be perfect and he simply noted that once his friend gained a powerful quirk that said power began to affect his personality.  

So that’s why I guess I look at the opening  “You’re making him cry Kacchan, If you don’t stop I’ll stop you myself” scene a little differently? I mean Katsuki and Izuku wanted to be heroes ever since they were little, and they idolized the same person so, to see his friend do something that hurt another person (far as we know for no reason) it probably hurt Izuku.

‘What are you doing, idiot? You want to be a hero, why are you acting like a bad guy? This isn’t like you. This isn’t the Kacchan I know. I’ll step in and wake you up. I’ll show you what you’re doing is wrong. Even if it’s scary.’

Agreeing with your friends 100% of the time, isn’t real friendship. It’s a friend’s responsibility to look out for one another, and Izuku was trying to do that for Katsuki all the way back when they were four.

I mean let’s look at the ever discussed, suggested suicide scene.  Katsuki was literally just a complete asshole to Izuku. He told someone he’d known over at this point a decade to just go kill themselves in an all too casual fashion, and Izuku’s reaction to this is for Katsuki think before he speaks.  I mean look at VIZ’s translation:

He’s more concerned about Katsuki getting charged with his death, and he is about the actual action of it even being suggested. Now I’m not saying this is right, or a good thing - I’m saying that even after such a thing - a whole decade later - Izuku is still putting Katsuki ahead of everything else.

And this continues to be the case, time and time again.

The USJ just got attacked. They almost died. All Might almost died, but when Katsuki and company show up to save the day, Izuku doesn’t just say “guys” or “everyone” in relief, it puts Katsuki ahead of the others, because Katsuki carries more weight in Izuku’s heart than the others do (mainly because of time, both in the fact that Izuku has just begun to know the others but also because he’s known Katsuki for so long)

But back the concept of their friendship and the length that they have known each other. It’s not like it’s a hidden thing. It’s not like people don’t know. It gets brought up time and time again that they used to be friends. Not just ‘someone I used to know.’  and even Katsuki’s lackys get on his ass a little for being “too rough” with Izuku after the whole suicide comment.

But back to the friends thing. Izuku says it, Todoroki asks it of Bakugou during their encounter with each other in the waiting room right before the final match,

so it’s not something I believe should be looked over. The whole of class 1-A and those surrounding them know that Katsuki Bakugou and Izuku Midoriya have been friends for an extremely long time. They don’t know the circumstances to which their relationship has become what it is, but they are aware that at one time they were on positive terms with each other.

And thing is too, that when confronted with the topic, neither of them ever denies it. For as much as Katsuki grumps and growls about Izuku he never denies being friends with him.

I mean, look at this:

The famous “Deku Scene”, I know, but instead of focusing on that, look at it from another perspective. Katsuki came up with a nickname for him with a horrible meaning, yes, and you can see little Izuku standing there telling him to stop but I see it more as the start of the downhill slope. They were friends and now that same friend is starting to be a jerk and Izuku doesn’t understand why. He still cares about Katsuki, he still holds him in honest concern, but he just doesn’t understand why his best (and only) friend (at the time) is being so mean.

I mean, ever since the beginning all Izuku has ever shown for Katsuki was true honest concern. From the falling incident:

to kicking him in the face despite Katsuki demanding that he fight him.

Even when Katsuki demands that Izuku not worry about him, we all know it’s impossible. Izuku cares too much about Katsuki to not worry about him. He’s been worrying over him since they were four why would he stop when they were sixteen?

Katsuki is Izuku’s best friend. He’s going to fret and worry and lose his mind when something goes wrong or he gets hurt or worse.  That’s just what Izuku does. He’s probably the only person who’s ever shown Katsuki any gentle form of genuine honest concern in his entire life to be completely frank.

I mean I get that Bakugou’s parents care about their son but his explosive temper didn’t appear out of thin air. Izuku’s concern for Bakugou’s well being has always come with uplifting words, honest eyes and an outstretched hand and Katsuki’s just not used to that.

I think it’s important to remember that when looking at Izuku at his core, he’s a good kid. He follows the rules, stays out of trouble and keeps his head down for the most part - at least that is the impression we’re given at the beginning of the series.

But then Katsuki gets in trouble for the very first time and it’s life or death. It’s the same monster that almost suffocated him to death only an hour or so prior and he just had his entire world shattered by both Katsuki’s far too casual remark about suicide and All Might’s ‘confirmation’ that he can’t ever achieve his dream.

But when he sees the look on Katsuki’s face, all bets are off. All logic and reason, any sense of survival- it’s thrown out the window and he runs. He runs straight into the face of danger that pro-heroes have even deemed is too much for them to handle and he does whatever he can to try to save Katsuki’s life. Cause sure, he’s a jerk and maybe he’s not the nicest guy to be around anymore and he might have just been out of line in the past few hours at school but the bottom line is Katsuki Bakugou is his friend, and he can’t just stand there and watch him die.

And it’s not like he expected to be rewarded for his efforts or even survive the encounter. His friend was in danger so he reacted and did what he could to help.

Because friendship is not agreeing with your friends 100% of the time but being there for them when you can and when they need you the most.

Even when they get pitted up against each other for the first time, the respect for Katsuki is still here. He still doesn’t paint a negative picture for the reader of Katsuki and honestly I don’t think he ever will.

See? Uraraka is the one who is painting the negative picture. Izuku doesn’t refer to Katsuki as “his bully”, in fact he doesn’t even refer to him as Bakugou. He has too much respect for him for that. The difference though between Izuku and Katsuki’s other acquaintances is that Izuku acknowledges Katsuki’s downfalls. “He may be a jerk but... let me tell you all of this other awesome stuff about him.”

He acknowledges that yes, my friend has the capacity to be an asshole and sometimes he is but let me tell you everything about him that’s hidden until that thick layer of jerk.

Without Izuku’s perspective of Katsuki the reader would be left with a much darker picture of the blond. He paints in the light and shows us the hero that he’s capable of being instead of the villainous role the world wants to pigeonhole him into.

Even after all the shit that Katsuki puts him through, Izuku still tries to show the reader Katsuki from the best possible light.  That’s what best friends do.

And I mean, even if Katsuki doesn’t share the same sentiment (because that’s another post about Katsuki and this is about Izuku), Izuku cares so so so much about Katsuki and his opinion and what he thinks of him.  We go from the first fight, in chapter 9 -

To Izuku completely ridden with guilt because his friend thinks he’s been lying to him; because Katsuki thinks Izuku has been the one making fun of him. I mean look at Izuku’s face. Once Katsuki started yelling about how “You’ve been tricking me for all these years.” Izuku felt crushed, because ‘No I haven’t, things happened. I haven’t lied to you. I wouldn’t lie to you. Please believe me, I think this is crazy too.’

I mean he went off and told Katsuki the almost truth about One for All out of guilt.

Katsuki didn’t bully him into telling him the truth. Katsuki didn’t even go after him about it, he just left the school and went to mind his own business because he didn’t want to think about it and here comes Izuku ready to tell Katsuki pour his heart out in the hopes of making sure that he knew Izuku wasn’t making fun of him, and that he never had or would. Izuku couldn’t bring himself to tell his Mother but he felt such a twist in his stomach that he needed to tell Katsuki.

And then 110 chapters later -

After Katsuki finally opens his mouth and expresses his frustrations and confusions of feeling like he was the one chasing Izuku and how much it makes him sick to his stomach to think that the one who had nothing was now the one who had everything and even when they were kids that Katsuki had always thought Izuku was looking down on him, this is what we get. Look at his face. That’s shock. That’s concern, and that’s a little bit of hurt too because Izuku has never thought so negatively of Katsuki and in fact it’s quite the opposite so it’s like - how did I fail to show him how much I care about and look up to him?

And he does too.

Izuku idolizes the hell out of Katsuki, even more so than All Might. He always has.

First time during U.A. he’s in real danger at the USJ - who does he channel for courage? Katsuki.

He finally figures out how to use One for All as an extension of his body and decides to train and practice moving in the Full Cowl state - who is he drawing inspiration from? Katsuki.

“Not even moving like that would be outside my reach.”

Not moving like All Might, moving like Katsuki.

How many times has Izuku used Katsuki for reference - every time he needs reference for personal growth. Every time Izuku makes a step forward, it’s because he’s looking at Katsuki and deciding how to make it his own, unlike how he merely tried to mimic All Might up till recently.

But the other things to think about is how Mr. ‘Strategic think things through before I actually do them’ Izuku Midoriya completely loses his shit when Katsuki is in danger.

Because I really think we need to talk about the kidnapping scene. When Izuku realizes that Katsuki was the target, he gave his everything to get past that villain to protect Kouta and to get to Katsuki faster because he was in danger, and when the villains managed to capture Katsuki, Izuku degrades down to nothing but raw emotion:

Isn’t it though? Isn’t it a strange choice of words to just say ‘Give him Back’, and look at Izuku’s face. Look at how torn up he is about it. They took Katsuki. They can’t do that. Katsuki is his friend so ‘give him back to me’. As stated, Bakugou doesn’t belong to anyone but in the context Izuku is screaming in, he does because in Izuku’s mind, get your filthy hands off of my best friend. I mean, The two of them have never been apart at this point and when Katsuki isn’t, Izuku just breaks.  

It’s like all the pain he was suppressing in the name of retrieving Katsuki and saving him comes flooding in at once and his entire world shuts down. What just happened?  Yeah Kacchan’s a jerk, but he’s here… he’s always here…and then he’s just suddenly….not.

Izuku can’t cope with this. He’s doesn’t know how, and as I stated before the whole of Class 1-A knows just how close Izuku holds Bakugou to his heart (despite Katsuki himself being too blind to see it) because for as much as Kirishima is close to Bakugou and is worried about him too, he still says this:

It’s like the entire class can look at them as see it. They all know how much Izuku cares, and it’s even more so after watching his miniature panic attack when Katsuki got taken away. He corroded. Izuku is normally the one that will find a way, pull through in the end, say the up lifting words and do it with a smile - some way some how but with Katsuki gone, it’s like his world is a fragile as a glass that just got knocked to the floor.

So with Kirishima’s influence, and the ‘your hands can still reach him’ line, Izuku becomes hell bent on getting Katsuki back with the help of the others. He knows the risks - even if he didn’t Iida made damn sure he did - his academic career along with his dreams of being a hero are on the line but that doesn’t stop him from once again, putting Katsuki first.

He’s seen pro-heroes up close and taken notes on them his entire life, he knows what they’re capable of but that still isn’t enough to put his nerves at ease. No. He needs to make sure his friend is safe and save him with his own two hands, because this isn’t just some random person now. This is different. This is Katsuki Bakugou we’re talking about - and when it involves Katsuki all bets are off.

So they manage to save him, and the two don’t have nearly any interaction for quite some time until recent chapters, in which Katsuki has finally started speaking his mind for the first time in for what Izuku calls “as long as he can remember.”

It’s been over a decade and the two of them still haven’t talked things out. They have both almost lost their lives multiple times, and some times in Izuku’s case in the name of coming to the other’s aid. (because and I know I keep saying this - that’s what best friends do.)

I guess I just feel that looking at their relationship as Bully / Victim is looking at it on a surface level without actually acknowledging how the characters actually feel about one another. It’s been 119 chapters and Izuku is still singing Katsuk’s praises, in fact more so than he ever was before.

I think it’s important to note the way Izuku phrases this; (I think it’s important to always pay attention to the way Izuku phrases everything when talking about Katsuki) because he uses the phrase “it was blinding.”  Katsuki was a jerk, and he has plenty of things that make him an unpleasant person to be around but in spite of this, his sheer talent and skill at what he could do; his natural ability to just be good at everything was enough to out shine all of his negative traits and habits.  Basically, Izuku is saying that if it were anyone else he would have stopped following after that person a long time ago, but it wasn’t, it was Katsuki and for that reason alone, he could overlook it.

This entire time Izuku has been patiently waiting for his best friend to get his head out of his ass and stop being a jerk. This entire time, Izuku has been patiently waiting for Katsuki to look at what he was doing and think about it because Izuku wasn’t giving up on him.

“I always chased after you.”

Can I also point out that Katsuki is the one person we see Izuku get emotional around? I mean more than crying, but venting his feelings emotional. I’m not talking about Todoroki because that was completely different - that was calling him out on his bullshit where as this is a “why have you not listened after all these years?!”

Izuku is so frustrated because he failed to get it through Katsuki’s thickly layered ego that he still cares after all this time. He’s so frustrated because as Katsuki stated ‘no matter how many times I beat you, you kept following after me.’  - because he cares. Because he looks up to him. Because he idolizes him. Because Katsuki Bakugou is his best friend.  Katsuki’s quirk changed him. The praise Katsuki received through his entire life changed him. Katsuki’s strength changed him. Katsuki just got lost on his path and Izuku wasn’t about to fault him for it, instead he just decided to wait for his best friend to stop being an asshole and it’s taken some life changes events on both their parts for Katsuki to think and Izuku to find his voice.

So I say again.

I honestly believe that Izuku Midoriya thinks of Katsuki Bakugou as his Best Friend and I can’t bring myself to think other wise.

BnHA Profile: Aizawa Shouta

Aizawa is one of the cleverest, most underrated characters in BnHA, and I’m not just saying that because he’s voiced by Suwabe and therefore immediately on Lethey’s Love List. This is a guy that sort of drags himself through life, doing good deeds without seemingly getting a lot of satisfaction from it. He’s almost an anti-hero even though he’s more pure than several of the other characters in the series. So let’s break him down.

Out of the Limelight

Aizawa is an ‘underground’ hero. He avoids the media, he stays out of all the flashy stuff and really, the only reason people like Izuku know his name is because, well, Izuku is a massive nerd.
As a hero, but also personality-wise, Aizawa is a clear foil for All Might. One is always smiling, embracing fame to become a symbol of peace that stops villains everywhere from even wanting to start shit. He’s super flashy, cares deeply about appearance and also he’s just… huge and muscular.
Eraserhead, meanwhile, has a resting bitch face, looks like he hasn’t showered in days, wears basic black pyjamas wherever he goes and he shrinks back from attention like a vampire seeing the first rays of the sun.
This contrast extends to their fighting style. All Might is all about power and speed. He’s an all-rounder that overwhelms his opponents with a super-quirk. Meanwhile, Aizawa is an incredibly specialised hero that needs a clear strategy and an extensive knowledge of martial arts to even stand a chance. In many ways All Might is to Aizawa what Izuku is to Shinsou, someone blessed with overwhelming power and therefore hard to deal with. It’s not really that difficult to see why they don’t get along very well.

 (spoilers from the manga under the cut) (also this stuff is just really long ok)
(I have many feels)(and many opinions)

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You’re the Hero

Originally posted by dailytomholland


Title: You are te Hero Peter Parker x, reader

Summary: Spiderman gets in a little bit of trouble, and he just doesn’t know if he was going to survive, until someone steps in. 

Just a cute little imagine for you (Just kidding it isn’t little it's’ almost 3000 words I am so sorry I need to need to be stopped) Anyways I hope you like it and omg Tom Holland stop being so cute. Anyways I hope you enjoy!





Peter woke up with the worst headache in the world and had no idea where he was waking up too. The city sirens rang in the background and the cool lights shined and blinded his vision. He groaned and tried to get up, but a sharp pain stopped him in the stomach. It wasn’t until he felt his whole body ache did he notice that there was a pair of cold, delicate hands hovering over his stomach did he notice that someone else was with him. He tried to get up from the floor, but the hands laid a wet tissue that stung his cuts.

“Oh, what are you doing to me?” Peter complained as he fully came through. He looked at the kind face that tended to his wounds. He noticed that his costume shirt was off, mainly to tend to the wounds on his stomach, but it seems his savior has kept on his face mask. The lady looked up at him and smiled. She looked about the same age as Peter, but she had the kindest and most playful eyes he has ever witnessed. “Looks like Spiderman has gotten in a big boy fight, hasn’t he?” The girl teased as she took out a large bandage for one of the scrapes on his body. Peter smirked under the mask.

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ALRIGHT Y’ALL BUCKLE UP BECAUSE, THANKS TO THIS POST ABOUT LANCE, I JUST FOUND THE GREATEST PARALLEL OF ALL TIME

The post ends with the line “it takes a lot of courage to stand up to your friend and your hero like that.”

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Keith and Lance are Harry and Neville

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Green Eyed Monster (Draco x reader)

// Draco x reader

Requested: Yes.

Summary: Draco has liked y/n for a long time, and gets jealous when he sees her with Harry.

Rating: Mid-Fluff

Warnings: Language.

Note: Y/h means your house.

Title: Green Eyed Monster. //

 

When y/n walks over to the y/h table, Draco’s eyes immediately meeting Blaise’s. “What?” He scoffs, picking up his cup and scowling into it, still peering up. Now his gaze goes past Blaise and to y/n again. Draco tries to ignore the obnoxious fluttering in his heart as he takes a sip of the pumpkin juice. “I don’t see why she associates with Potter.” Blaise raises his eyebrows slightly and glances at him. “She’s too good for him-not even just Potter, but all of them.” Draco scowls again, setting his cup down rather harshly. “And what’s he doing right now- look at him. The nerve. Look at that bloody fool…” Blaise sighs slightly and turns around.

“He’s talking to her,” he states. Once again, Draco picks up his cup, turning his attention to the liquid in it as he raises it to his lips.

“It’s disgusting,” He replies. Pansy sighs and shifts in her seat next to him, clearly wanting Draco’s attention on her and not y/n.

“He’s still talking to her,” Blaise continues narrating what’s going on, which oddly enough puts him in a state of ease. He drinks from his cup again and sets it down, focusing all his attention down on the table. Pansy shifts a little closer to him. “Erm, mate?” Blaise murmurs.

“What is it?” He hisses, quickly picking up the cup once more and bringing it to his lips; peering down at it to keep himself from looking up at her, and to hide the obvious blush creeping across his cheeks.

“He’s…oh, he’s sort of…” Blaise pauses for a second, and all his patience snaps at once.

What is it you daft-” When Draco’s gaze travels up and lands on her, it feels as if his heart skips a beat. “What is- what is he doing?” Blaise turns back to me, opening his mouth. “No! Don’t,” Draco hisses, setting the cup down. “That was a rhetorical question, Blaise. Don’t answer it.”

Harry’s body is turned completely towards y/n, a huge smile on his face as he talks to her, leaning closer as he speaks. Blaise peers behind him once more before shaking his head and turning his attention back to his friend. “Hey, mate. It looks like this might be your last chance…they look cozy right now.” Draco’s gaze falls to the ceiling as a slew of curses falls past his lips. He stands up, still eyeing y/n as he takes a deep breath and straightens his tie.

“All right then, I’ll head over. Doesn’t bother me at all,” Blaise simply nods and smiles to himself as Draco moves forward.

There she is, she’s right there. He can’t help but notice how close she is to Potter, how bright her smile is…it isn’t fair, not at all.

Only a few more feet.

Why are my palms so bloody sweaty?

She’s practically right in front of Draco now.

Why won’t my heart calm down? You’re a Malfoy-you’re Draco Malfoy, any girl would be lucky to have you…right?

Y/n glances up from her conversation, her eyes widening slightly. Her smile falters for only a second before it returns, albeit slightly different than before. Draco can’t seem to place what’s off about her smile, but his mind slowly wanders from it when she laughs softly. “Oh, Draco. Hey…can I help you?” She murmurs, her body tensing slightly when Harry looks over.

Malfoy,” he spits. “What are you doing here? Come to give your wonderful insight?” Draco’s eyebrows instantly shoot up.

“Excuse me?” He asks, covering his nerves with a cold laugh. “It doesn’t look like you own this part of the school, famous little Potter. Am I invading your area?” His voice is slightly laced with venom, and despite y/n’s quiet protest, Harry stands up.

“Actually, you are Malfoy! I was just talking to y/n, and you- you come up to harass me. Just leave me alone already, it’s bloody pathetic.” Harry replies forcefully, his hand already reaching for his wand.

Actually, you prat I didn’t come over here to talk to you. I couldn’t care less about you, Potter. I came here to talk to y/n- actually, ask her something that is.” His gaze falls on y/n briefly, and his heart flutters obnoxiously once more.

Keep it together.

Harry shakes his head in disbelief. “What do you mean, Malfoy?”

“Not everything’s about you, Potter! I just came over here to ask- to ask y/n, something.” Draco curses himself on the way he stutters slightly, and he looks away for a brief second. “I actually was wondering if you maybe wanted to go to Hogsmeade sometime-the two of us, that is. I think it could be-” before Draco gets to finish his sentence, Harry laughs sharply.

“I see what it is. Can’t let me have anything I want, Malfoy, hmm? Got to take everything from me, is that right? First you become Slytherin’s Seeker, to compete against me, now this? It’s pathetic Draco, really.” Harry hisses, stepping slightly closer to Draco.

“You’re so full of yourself!” Draco snaps. “That scar of yours getting to your head, Potter?” He scoffs, lifting his nose slightly as he peers down at him. “Why is it so hard to believe I just want to ask her out, hm? It’s not like I haven’t been wanting to since year three. But no- everything I do has to be about famous little Potter!” His eyes seem to ignite as he stares Harry down. “Maybe I just truly like her. Which I do,” he turns to meet y/n’s gaze, his face softening. “I do. I know I’m not good at this stuff, but honestly- I care for you. I wouldn’t do this if I didn’t. You have to believe me.” It’s a miracle that Harry doesn’t catch onto his sincere, pleading tone, because the next thing Draco’s knows, Harry’s pulled his wand out and is pointing it discreetly at him.

“Cut it out, Malfoy. This is cruel.” Y/n stands up quickly.

“Oh, cut it out Harry.” She mumbles, pushing his hand down with her own. “Can’t you see his being truthful?”

“Of course, he isn’t y/n. You don’t know Draco like I do, you don’t know what he’s-”

Oh, so you know me now, Potter? Hmm?” Draco raises his voice, startling everyone around them. “So, I assume you know about how I’ll never be enough to please my father?” He steps closer to Harry. “Please, go on. Tell y/n how cruel I am. Tell her that I’m such an awful person, that I torment you daily. Tell her that I hate you and your friends. Please, tell her everything about me, perfect Potter. I can’t wait to her what tales you’ll tell this time.” His voice slowly lowers until it’s barely above a whisper. “I’ve left you alone all this year, Potter. You get everything. The Professors favor you, Dumbledore adores you, you have all your close friends-” His voice cuts out for a second as he inhales shakily. “But greedy Potter has to have everything he wants. No matter who cares more for her- Potter wants her, step aside lads!” His eyes darken slightly. “You can’t let me just have one-win Potter? Not one?” His body shakes slightly as he straightens his posture. “Very well then, treat her right- if you hurt her, I won’t hesitate to hex you.” As Draco turns around, the sound of y/n scoffing makes him freeze.

“As if Harry gets to decide who I’m with,” she murmurs, moving forward. “You know Draco, you are a complete git.” Y/n sighs when she sees Draco flinch, not understanding how her words stung him. “Maybe that would matter if I didn’t care about you.” She continues, reaching out and grabbing his hand gently. “But, see, here’s the thing: I do. That’s where it gets complicated, you see. You’ve somehow roped me into your heart, and I can’t seem to find a way out.” She laughs slightly. “Still don’t know how you did it…” Draco turns around slowly, trying to ignore his fluttering heart enough to say something, anything.

“S-s-s, so…Hogsmeade, nice place? For a guy and a girl, that is.” He stammers, griping the back of his neck with his free hand. “I mean on a date, of course. It’d be a nice place to take you- on a date.” Y/n’s eyes light up slightly.

“Yes, you might have already mentioned that, along with asking me.”

“Right, but I d-d- don’t think I got an answer, did I?”

“You really can’t tell my answer for yourself? After that whole speech? I didn’t think you were this daft, Draco-” she continues teasing him as she moves forward, pulling him along with her, all the while Draco cursing himself for not doing this sooner.

Sincerely Three x Reader with a High Sex Drive Head Cannons (Part One)

Part one 

 Requested by: Anon

 Im skipping around my queue rn, but I’ll get through them all guys

 Enjoy! 


Evan: 

 - My god was this boy nervous around you, you’re very open about sex. You make jokes and when Jared brings it up you challenge him. 

 - “Oh I’ve made some girls scream in bed" 

- "Jared do you even know what a clit is?" 

 - Evan was that kid who was so nervous that his mom would catch him that he never watched porn or jerked off until he was like 16. And due to his lack of friends and girlfriends he’s very anxious when sex is mentioned, he has this idea that it’s really taboo. 

 - You had liked Evan for a while, he was cute and very sweet, also you thought he could use a lesson or two on female anatomy. 

 - BUT YOU WOULD NEVER TAKE ADVANTAGE OF HIM!!!!

 - You asked him out, you could tell he liked you, and a little Jewish birdie (Jared) told you. You got pizza and saw a movie.

 - The movie had a very graphic sex scene in it, in your defense you didn’t know it would happen. You glanced over at Evan and he was having a nervous breakdown, you grabbed his hand and rubbed your thumb over his knuckles. He calmed down and in the end you both were uncomfortably horny.

 - About a month into your relationship you started to get antsy, you two hadn’t even kissed yet, and the more you got to know him on a personal level, the more excited he made you. 

 - You were doing your homework on his bed one night when you decided to take initiative. You took his papers off his lap and replaced them with your body. He instantly started blushing and stuttering, "Evan can I kiss you?” He nodded and you started kissing him softly. Than things accelerated, his hands were tentatively resting on your hips, your hands were tangled in his sandy hair. You were in the zone, so to speak, and ground your hips against his. He gasped and squirmed out from under you.

 - “Ev, it’s okay, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to scare you or anything. Shit Evan I’m really sorry!” You said as he tried to slow his breathing. 

 - “NONONO it’s not your fault, I just, I got nervous. I’ve never um I’ve never done anything like that. You’re my first kiss, and I didn’t want to, um get. Ya know,” he winced, looking away from you.

 - “You didn’t want to get hard?” You had to bite back a laugh, he was so gentle. He just nodded, fidgeting with the edge of his shirt.

 - “Evan you do realize sex is normal, and think about and wanting to have sex is also completely normal?” You ask softly, your hand rubbing his arm.

 - “I. I know it’s just. I’ve never. I’m not vocal. I just. I don’t know what to do at all, I don’t even um watch yow know. Or look at it, I don’t even touch… myself. Very much,” he stuttered and stumbled, his face red and his hands shaking.

 - “Hey, that’s okay, thank you for trusting me enough to tell me these things. I can help you and teach you if you’d like,”

 - “That would b-be nice!" 

 - So that’s how you started to teach Evan about sex. 

 - It started with making out, and than grinding, these he ok with. But the moment you start taking off clothing he feels light headed, so you decide to be a bit sly about it. 

 - You two were going to hang out at his house and before you left you took of your bra. You started kissing him and he felt your nipples rub against his chest. He didn’t know what they were so his instinct was to push them off (like if you have hair tickling your cheek). 

 - his hands brushed your nipples and your breasts and you moaned, god you wanted more. He started to apologize but you laughed and told him he can touch them more if he’d like. He did like, he liked a lot, so he nervously started playing with your chest, he didn’t tell you this but your moans were the hottest thing (More on that later) 

 - So at this point in time Evan was okay with touching you everywhere above the waist, so now you decided to move into more Bare lands. You were making out and you took off his and your shirts, he was nervous but his excitement outmatched it. He actually unclipped your bra, but freaked out when it came off, he rapidly apologized but you were hella turned on by him doing that.

 - you were at Evans one night and you had been making out and touching each other all night, you were so fucking turned on. At 9 Evan went to take a shower and you thought you’d have enough time to rub one out before he came back. You seriously under estimated how long he spent in the shower. And Evan forgot to bring clothes in with him.

 - Let me set the scene, Evan wearing nothing but a towel around his waist, nervously walks into his room, and finds his (very sexy) girlfriend half naked moaning softly in his bed. 

- "Oh shit Evan I’m so sorry holy shit this is the most embarrassing and disgusting thing I’ve ever done I’m so sorry Ev-" 

- "Teach me," 

 - "You, want to learn how to?" 

- "Y-yes," 

 - That was pretty good night for both of you ;) 

 - The first time you two had sex was a pretty interesting way for things to start. You were going to Evan’s house later that day but you were bored so you left about an hour and a half early. You used the spare key and let yourself in, but them you got to his bedroom door you regretted it. Evan was moaning on the other side of the door, you instantly thought he was cheating on you. But than you heard "oh (y/n) oh god (Y/n) fuck me please ooh fuck,” you suddenly realized he was actually jerking off to think about you. So you entered, and subsequently scared the shit out of Evan. You walked seductively across his bedroom, disrobing yourself as you did. I’ll leave the rest up to your imagination;) 

~Random Headcanon shit~ 

 - When ever you were turned on (frequently) you’d send Evan some scandalous photos. You in your underwear, your boobs, and videos of you touching yourself and moaning some less than appropriate things. 

 - He never tell you this but he saved the photos and videos and used them to get himself off when you weren’t around, god your moans were the sexiest thing to him. 

 - You two frequently have “No Pants Parties” which are exactly what they sound like and definitely lead to a lot of sexy times 

 - Not mine but I read something very similar to this in a fic. 

 You bought yourself a new pair of Lacy underwear and decided to wear them to Evan’s, you weren’t wearing pants. You bent over to grab something and Evan goes “nice ass” THAN IMMEDIATELY REALS BACK AND TRIES TO APOLOGIZE. It turned you on (cause anything he did turned you on) and you guys definitely banged. 

 - You definitely tease Evan in public, you’d palm him under tables, whisper dirty things in his ear, and run your foot up his leg. 

 - Evan loved it when you rode him during sex, just the feeling of you on him, also he wasn’t the strongest so it was kinda hard for him to hold himself up and also fuck you. 

 - As the two of you date for longer he slowly becomes more and more open about sex and being attracted to you. You were SHOOKITH When you were at your aunts wedding and he grabbed you ass when he knew no one would notice. 

 - This boy loves hickys. Getting them, giving them, seeing them later on. He absolutely loved it when he was about to go down on you and he saw the little bruises from the previous night. He also liked it when he’d go to take a shower and he looked in the mirror and saw the love bites all over his own body. 

 - He definitely uses sex toys on you, for foreplay and other wise ;) 

 - when you were turned on and he wasn’t, he would eat you out or finger you, but let’s be honest when wasn’t he turned on by you. 

 - He absolutely loved your high sex drive and was so happy that you were dominant because he usually wasn't 


Dom! Evan x Reader w/ high sex drive HCs

 - He gets really quiet but hella physical when you try to tease him in public. 

 - You two were out to dinner with friends and you all had a few drinks, you were palming him under the table, he slid his hand under your jeans and into your panties and started fingering you hard. He’d whisper dirty things in your ear and wouldn’t let you get out of your chair, and he definitely made you cum. 

 - He was more of a grope than a smack kind of guy. He’d rather grab your ass than smack it. 

 - definitely gets into polite dirty talk for example: 

- “Oh fuck, you u ride my cock so whi baby girl" 

- "You like that? Huh? I bet you like that just as much as I do," 

- "Oh god yes, just like that princess, oh yes fuck," 

- "Hmm shit your tight pussy feels so good?" 

 - Probably likes tying you down and also being tied down, very light BDSM. 

 - Both sub and dom Evan will cuddle you a ton after sex and there are many mornings when you wake up to him straddling your ass and massaging your back.

 - "You were so freaking amazing last night baby, I figured you might enjoy something relaxing. 

 - You liked Evan because he was cute and sweet, but you never expected him to be this sexy 


 Jared and Connor will be up soon!

moonislander  asked:

yes please talk about the possibilities and scenarios of kuroo seeing how much of his blocking actually influences tsukki's

FIRST OFF GOD BLESS YOU FOR ASKING ME THIS OMG

I went a little rogue with this…it turned into much more of a Battle of the Trash Heap “wishlist” post but I HOPE YOU STILL LIKE IT! 

A list of Kuroo & Tsukki Battle of the Trash Heap moments that I desperately want to see happen:

1.) The initial reunion.
Can you believe we have gone through 149 chapters since their last real interaction? Though, to them, it’s only been a few months, but still, this is EXTREMELY overdue.
I hope Furudate allows them a pre-game conversation to light the fire between them. Of course Kuroo is going to give some attention to his rivalry with Daichi, but let’s be honest here, he’s got some things to say to Tsukki. Kuroo HAD to have heard about Tsukki’s iconic block against Ushijima, right? There’s no way he’s going to just let that one pass without a mention, I mean, as his mentor and friend, could he be more proud? Though we all know he will most likely turn what could be a genuinely supportive compliment into a snide, provoking comment to motivate Tsukki even further, and I am ALL FOR EITHER TBH.

2.) Kuroo seeing Tsukki blocking up close
We all know that Tsukki’s blocking style has evolved GREATLY, and it is 100% due to Kuroo’s help. I mean, we even saw Tsukki recalling Kuroo’s pointers to him DURING THE SHIRATORIZAWA MATCH ITSELF. That being said, he has grown by leaps and bounds, and if Kuroo was distracted watching Tsukki’s progress at the training camps…(you’re IN THE MIDDLE OF A MATCH Kuroo what are you doing watching Tsukki?!)

…then can you imagine how shook he is going to be seeing our boy show off his skills right in front of his eyes? Bonus points if his first block is against Kuroo himself…which brings me to my next point!

3.) TSUKKI BLOCKING KUROO’S SPIKE(S)!!!
I think, if this happens, I will collapse on the spot. Picture this. Kenma and Kuroo executing their signature one-person time difference attack, only to forget (or not realize) that Tsukki has grown accustomed to identifying time difference attacks and shutting them down on the spot. Tsukki sees his chance and takes it. Complete shut out. You don’t know how badly I need a side by side panel of Kuroo’s STUNNED expression as he realizes what just happened, along with Tsukki, smirking back at him like the smarmy little twit he is, because who was it that taught him how to read time difference attacks, hmm??
I’ll be preparing my funeral in advanced.

4.) Tense, across-the-net stare-downs

LAWD. hELP ME. They are both middle blockers, so chances are, they are going to end up face-to-face with just the net to separate them. Kuroo with his signature provocative smirk on his face, and Tsukki trying a bit too hard to seem totally cool. You’re not fooling anyone, Kei.

5.) Trying to out-snark each other
This could come in MANY different forms. Both Tsukki and Kuroo are known for their snide (and often unwarranted) remarks on and off the court, so I am SURE there will be some iconic back-and-forth moments between them. What I’d really love to see is for Tsukki to be the one to initiate a little argument and dish out a few quips at Kuroo’s expense.

6.) Tsukki spiking past one of Kuroo’s blocks
THIS would be interesting to see. If you remember back to the training camp Tsukki and Hinata attended, Tsukki had to grow accustomed to Koganegawa’s super-high sets. He was basically forced into reaching his full potential (literally) and Kageyama later caught wind of this new ability of his, too. In the attempts he has made with Kageyama so far, we have learned that it is extremely successful when it works, but also very taxing on his stamina. (last minute edit: SCREAMING OVER THE NEW CHAPTER AHHHHHHASLKDFJASDKFAAS.DFK)
I hope that they are able to whip out one of these above-the-block spikes during this match, taking Kuroo completely by surprise!!

7.) Genuine, shared admiration
I hate that this one might be the most far-fetched for actual canon story-line, given Tsukki’s natural distaste for expressing any sort of genuine, raw emotion, but MAN I need to see them admit the obvious respect they have for one another OUT LOUD. I think there is a good chance we could see this from Kuroo. He is so much more than just a provocation master. He genuinely cares for his friends and wants to see them do well. I really hope he expresses to Tsukki how proud he is of him. I know ALL of us are amazed by the growth he has experienced in these last few months…

*sniff* …so imagine how Kuroo will feel?? Kuroo, who basically took Tsukki under his wing, taught him everything he knows about the fundamentals of blocking, and watched on the sidelines as he began to transform into the blocker Kuroo KNEW he could be.
Then we have Tsukki, who knows damn well that everything he has learned, he learned from Kuroo. Of course he got plenty of over-all volleyball pointers from Akaashi and Bokuto, but the one he sought after for blocking tips was Kuroo. We saw him observe Kuroo from the sidelines, take in his style, his form, and listen to his teaching. He saw the blocker he wanted to be in Kuroo, and now he can stand confidently in his new abilities in front of the person that helped him get there. 

So, out of ALL of the things I mentioned in this very long, self-indulgent post, having Tsukki acknowledge Kuroo for the tremendous part he played in his development as a blocker would make me the absolute happiest.

I honestly, truly, cannot WAIT for this match. :’)

anonymous asked:

Headcanon that whiskey also has a speech impediment and that dex is the first frog to adopt him

The tadpoles are certainly an interesting bunch. The two that he’s interacted most with - Tango and Whiskey - couldn’t be more different if they tried. Tango is loud and talkative and unafraid to ask whatever questions come to his mind. Whiskey, though, talks softly, if he talks at all, and he seems much more introverted. Maybe that’s why it takes Dex a week to notice the way Whiskey pauses in the middle of sentences sometimes, the way he clearly avoids some words, the way his jaw works just before he starts a sentence. It’s like looking in a mirror, once he recognizes it, and he wonders how he could’ve missed it.

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Not her (Zach Dempsey, 13 Reasons)

~hello, this is a Drabble challenge request that I just found. This is very long, but I got so much inspiration I just couldn’t stop writing, please request ❤️~

There were a lot of reasons why you didn’t talk to many people at your school anymore. Some, you never really wanted to be talking to in the first place. Some, weren’t the people you thought they were. And some, some you just had no excuse for cutting off, it was just easier than maintaining a friendship. After Hannah Baker died, everything seemed surface level. Nothing seemed like it was even remotely important. The funny thing was, you weren’t even that close with her. But that was what you had learned from her death. One person you still talked to was Skye. She was kind of a downer, sure. But she was also understanding of other people who were down. And she saw passed the high school surface level crap the way you had come to.

Skye had gotten you a job at Monet’s. And the two of you had gotten close fast. Her family seemed happy that she’d found a friend. She was kind of a loner in most people’s minds. But she was about the only person you could stand at the moment, so you could put up with her struggle to stop being so isolated all of the time. You were on good terms with Tony Padilla and Clay Jenson, too. That was about it though. Skye was a good person, she was just different, that’s what the people at school didn’t take the time to understand.

“So, guess who was talking about you in history today?” Skye smirked as she made yet another cup of coffee as you washed one of many cups stacked in the sink.

“Would you care if this was reversed?” You rolled your eyes. It was true, if you had said that to Skye, about anyone, she would have scoffed, saying that no one mattered enough to overhear their conversations.

“Touché missy, but I don’t care how mad you are at the world, you still have a fat crush on Mr. Basketball Dempsey.” Skye pretended to clutch her heart with dramatic flair. You turned bright red. You tried not to react more than that though. He was someone that she thought could fall under the cliche ‘he’s different from his friends’. There was just something about him. He was so smart. He volunteered locally, same as you. Before everything happened with Hannah, when everyone would be at parties, he’d always get drunk just like his friends, and just like his friends, he’d find some girl, she’d sit on his lap and they’d make out for a couple of hours.

But one party, one party when you had hit the keg up a few too many times, Marcus had tried to get you to hook up with him and somehow it had turned into a drunken screaming match. Justin had pulled Marcus into one direction, and Zach had pulled you into another. In all honesty, you couldn’t exactly tell if it was the alcohol, but seconds later you’d found yourself crying in Zach’s arms. He’d taken you into a downstairs bedroom and you two sat down on the bed. Within the hour, you were spilling your guts to him, and you’d given the the chance the spill his guts to you. Neither of you would admit it, but you’d both sobered up at some point, but felt you could continue to talk to one another. He was different. God, you hated yourself for thinking so. He was a jock, you were supposed to hate jocks. It was supposed to be apart of this whole perpetual sorrow facade you’d found yourself in.

“You better figure out how to care. Because he’s stopping by today. He wants you to 'go back to normal.” She said as she took a cup of coffee and walked it to a table. You huffed. What exactly was your supposed normal? Trying to impress Justin Foley with how many jello shots you could down in one minute? Or the way you used to playfully banter with Jeff Atkins about baseball stats when you and him were on drink making duty? Jesus Christ, thinking of that alone killed you inside. Maybe if Hannah wouldn’t have killed herself parties wouldn’t be so revolting. But you knew Jeff’s death was one of the real reasons you winced when a table of people at lunch would start raving about the party coming up that Saturday. God, you didn’t want to 'go back to normal.’ That was the absolute last thing you wanted.

“My normal is now being a barista and focusing on my studies. And that’s that.” You mumbled to her as she walked back behind the counter. As you finished washing the last of the dishes, you and Skye switched spots. You began taking orders and she began drying the cups you’d just hand washed.
“So, does this place have like a secret menu with alcoholic choices or..?” You looked up to see who you expected. Zach Dempsey. Letterman jacket and all. You looked back and scowled. You now understood why Skye had wordlessly initiated you two switching positions. She wanted you to face the music.

“Um, decaf and regular’s pretty much it.” You looked up at the boy. He wanted to make light conversation so it would be easy to initiate any other things he wanted to say.

“Alright. Hot chocolate.” He didn’t have the same humor in his voice that he had before. He stared at you as you typed whatever you were typing into the register. He sighed.

“What time do you get off of work?” Zach was going to persist, he’d just given up on the idea of it being easy.

“Looks like she can get off right about now. I can close up, run along.” Skye said from the small kitchen doorway. She smiled at you and you rolled your eyes. You weren’t getting out of this, so you thought you might as well accept it. You untied your apron and went to the back room to hang it up.

“You’ll thank me later, trust me.” Skye murmured. You elbowed her as you walked passed her again. She sighed a little like she was going to say something, but simply shook her head at your childish behavior.

“Fuck off. Now you get to clock me out.” You said, your voice monotone. You grabbed your backpack, walking to where you were in front of Zach.

“What were you going to say?” You asked him. You tried to make it so there was at least a partial chance you could get out of whatever he wanted to talk about. Or at least make it short.

“Um, well Bryce and Justin are expecting me at Bryce’s place. I asked them if you could come and they were cool with it.” Zach cleared his throat. That sounded like your very own personal hell.

“Look I’m tired and I have homewo-” Zach shook his head. No way you were getting out of this. You sighed deeply. He could tell you didn’t want to go.

“Just a couple of hours. I’ll drive you there and I’ll take you home after.” Zach looked at you with puppy dog eyes. You melted a little bit. There really was something so special about him. And he was so cute. He could probably ask you to go cliff diving with him and you’d do it eventually.

“Yeah, okay. But really, only a couple of hours. Hanson’s test has me stressing.” Zach took your hand and lead you to his car. You tossed your backpack onto the back seat before shutting the passenger door and he looked at you for a solid thirty seconds.

“Are we going somewhere?” You said, irritation in your voice.

“Not until you buckle your seatbelt.” He shot back. You hadn’t really noticed that you’d not fastened it. As you did as he said, you playfully scowled at him.

“Since when are you Mr. Safety? As I recall, you were never opposed to a game of Chinese fire drill.” He looked out of his back window as he backed out of the parking lot.

“Honesty?” He said, staring at the now open road. You smiled a little. Things were getting more comfortable.

“Always.” You said in return. You watched as his knuckles turned white, his grip on the steering wheel tightened.

“Jeff. I still can’t get him out of my head.” He continued to stare at the road. Clearly Zach still saw you as someone he could talk to. And you could relate. Although you had stopped driving all together for a good two months after Jeff’s death. You had so much anxiety over it. Now, you drove when you had to, but you rarely drove other than to and from school. Never out of town. Jeff was your close friend. It probably haunted you more than it haunted Zach.

“I get it. I don’t even drive to work. I rarely drive. It gets to me to much.” You spoke. You found your hand touching his upper arm. You wanted to comfort him. If he was going to show emotion and open up, you’d support that. You didn’t see him getting that from any of his friends.

Zach pulled into Bryce’s large driveway. The rest of the car ride had been fairly silent, but it wasn’t awkward by any means. You actually found yourself thinking about Skye. You were grateful she’d made you do this. You couldn’t avoid everyone forever.

“They’re in the pool I think, I brought you an extra shirt of mine just because I didn’t know if you’d wanna swim or not.” Zach got out of his car, you followed. He went to his trunk and grabbed a stack of clothes. So he was very sure you’d say yes, you thought.

“Ah, sounds fun. I think I might, actually.” You grabbed the pony tail holder off of your wrist and threw your hair into a messy bun of some sort. You didn’t know if it looked too terrible or not, but you’d know these boys for years. You honestly couldn’t care less what they thought of your hair.

“I think that’s the first time I’ve seen a genuine smile out of you in months.” Zach commented. You shrugged. He was probably right. He led you down the pathway. He opened the front door without knocking.

“His parents are out of town. I know. I’m just as shocked as you are.” Zach’s sarcasm was evident. Bryce’s parents were always out of town. You knew it, everyone knew it. It really was his house. Zach grabbed ahold of you again by the wrist as he opened the sliding glass door the lead to the backyard. It wasn’t just Bryce and Justin, Marcus was there as well. You rolled your eyes. You hadn’t really talked to him since the screaming match at that party.

“So the workin’ girl was able to get some time off to hang out with her boys?” Bryce smiled at you. You couldn’t help but smile back. Bryce knew how to have a good time. He knew how to make you smile and laugh, even though he could be an ass.

“I make time for what I want to make time for.” You joked, a smirk taking over your face.

“Ouch.” Justin laughed. You looked to Zach, you handed you his T-shirt, which was obviously going to be oversized on you.

“Ah, the good old wet tshirt contest.” Bryce hollered, making all of the boys laugh. Including Zach. You rolled your eyes, shoving his white T-shirt into his chest. He went wide eyed, not realizing you were going to be so offended.

“Here, take this one. It isn’t see through.” He practically begged as he took off the navy blue shirt he’d worn that day. He could tell your patience with their behavior was already growing thin. You examined the blue shirt.

“Can I change in the pool house?” You asked Zach rather than Bryce. You looked up at him.

“Of course, go ahead.” He gestured towards the pool house. Bryce had some sort of comment. The kind of comments you had learned to ignore. You kept your underwear and bra on, taking off your jeans and Led Zeppelin T-shirt. You slipped into his shirt.

“Damn, this is the Y/N we remember.” Marcus commented. You ignored it. You didn’t want it to be awkward, so you figured maybe they get the memo if you ignored them.

“So, you’re Ms. Landon’s favorite student now that you’ve shown effort.” Justin teased you. It was true. You had always been a good student, but you never even attempted to act like you actually cared about what was going on.

“Guess I needed to learn how to care before college starts in a few years.” You said, sitting next to Zach in the hot tub. His arm was on the side of the hot tub, so it looked like he may have been trying to put his arm around you in some shape or form. Bryce chuckled.

“We’ve missed seeing you at get togethers for, I don’t know, four months.” Marcus scoffed. He probably hadn’t wanted you around. After your spat, you had to say you weren’t all that surprised.

“It got old.” You said simply. No way were you going to let him make you out to be some sort of uptight bitch. So you were honest with them.

“Oh don’t get on your high horse. I do recall a time where you were one of the people that had the most fun here.” Bryce gestured around his backyard. He wasn’t wrong. There were many memories. Good ones. Just not ones you’d want to repeat.

“I’m not. I’m just-” you began. Marcus cut you off. He wasn’t buying it.

“No excuses. Just come around more.” He said. Bryce and Justin laughed in agreement. You looked to Zach. He was staring at the warm water that floated in the tub. He looked unsure of what to say or do.

Suddenly, you looked to your other side, where Bryce sat. His hand grazed over you butt before squeezing it. It was more uncomfortable than if you would have been in bathing suit bottoms, because you had nothing but a small pair of underwear underneath Zach’s oversized shirt. You’d have dressed for the occasion if you’d known it was happening. You whacked his hand away, moving closer to Zach. You were officially uncomfortable with the situation. Zach hooked his arm around your shoulders as the boys continued to converse.

“You know what, I’m gonna ask Tony to come get me. I really need to study.” You stood up in the tub. Before you could fully stand up, Zach firmly gripped your wrist, you looked down into his pleading eyes.

“You said a few hours. We haven’t even been here for twenty minutes, Y/N.” Zach meant well, God he did. But this boy could not handle the idea of not getting his way. He also had no idea what Bryce had just done.

“When did you get to be such a prude? And since when are you best friends with Skye and Clay and that Fag Tony?” Bryce laughed, but seemed like he was asking a serious set of questions. Your face flushed out a little at his dig. But it didn’t stop you from getting angrier.

“This-this is what I don’t miss. Walker, you are such a prick. Fuck off.” You hopped over the tub and walked towards the pool house, where your shorts and shirt were folded. You were ready to cry.

“Y/N, just come back in. It’ll be fine.” You heard Zach approaching behind you. As you tried to hold your composure, you didn’t turn around and opened the pool house door and entered it. Before you could shut it, he entered as well and shut the door behind him. After figuring out you weren’t going to respond, he spoke again.

“I’m quite literally begging. Please just stay for a bit. You said that you could.” Zach looked like he was struggling to find a good reason. He probably was, considering there really wasn’t one.

“I don’t need to be berated for my decision to not get drunk every weekend. And I’m not going to let Bryce grab at my ass. I just won’t let it happen, okay? But above all tell your friend not to call my friend a fag, thanks.” You were breathing heavily as you unlocked your phone and shot Tony the text you’d been meaning to send.

“Stay here. Bryce and I have to have a little conversation I think.” Zach went to walk back out of the door. He sounded angry. You stopped him, grabbing his arm. He turned back around and looked at you.

“There’s no need to make a scene, but the fact that you laughed with them at some of shit they were saying. It changed my opinion of you a little, okay? Do you guys say things like that about Tony a lot?” You looked at him with disappointment. There was hurt in his brown eyes. He probably hadn’t expected to hear that from you.

“No-No! I love the dude. I want him to be happy. I didn’t mean to, I’m sorry. You don’t have to go back into the tub. You and I can go somewhere just the two of us.” He grabbed your hand and looked at you, waiting for your answer.

“Why?! I’m not the girl that you took shot after shot with every Friday and Saturday anymore. I’m just not, alright?” You took your clothes and walked into the bathroom to change. Zach didn’t follow you in, but you could feel his presence right outside the locked door.

“And I’m okay with that. Just please, let me take you to Rosie’s for a milkshake?” You were beginning to feel like you were talking in circles with the boy, and your patience had just about ran out.

“Why do you want this so bad?!” You screamed.

“Because I want to spend time with you!” He raised his voice more this time. He was getting just as frustrated as you were and it was beginning to show.

“Why take me here then?” You really wanted to know his answer. Little did you know, his body was shaking. He was getting upset, not angry.

“I thought it’d be more casual. My mistake. I’m sorry, okay?” You were trying to think of anything that would make him let you leave the house. Part of you didn’t really care if it hurt his feelings. But the other part did.

“Yeah, you’re mistake.” You said as you hung up his wet T-shirt to dry.

“You know what, scratch that. I’m just gonna be straightforward and tell you I’m in love with you. There I said it.”

Your hand had already gripped the door handle and you were getting ready to dodge everyone and run off of the property. You couldn’t bring yourself to do that now. There was no running from this.

“No you don’t.” You shook your head, staring at the tile floor. He tipped your head up and made it so you had to look at him.

“Yes, I do. And you can try to deny it all you want. But it’s true. And if you can bring yourself to give me a chance. We can leave, we can go where ever you want. Do whatever you want. I don’t care. As long as I get to be around you.” Zach caressed your face before moving to sit on the couch. You sat next to him.

“You’re in love with a party girl-” he cut you off before you could even finish your sentence.

“Don’t. I am not in love with the girl who you keep saying doesn’t exist anymore. I know you. And I know you remember opening up to me. And me opening up to you. I’m so fucking in love with you. God, can you just accept it so I can show you?” You could hear your heart beating, it was so quiet and you were so close to him now. It crossed your mind that the other boys could possibly be listening. It didn’t matter enough.

“Okay.” You said simply.

“Okay?” He asked. He was completely shocked.

“Don’t act so surprised. You made a great case. And I think, as long as you can accept the fact that my party going days are limited now, you deserve a chance, I suppose.” You smirked at him. A smile played on his lips as he leaned into kiss you. It was slow and it was passionate but it was also one of the most exciting things that had ever happened to you.

“Finally, you came around. I was afraid I was going to have to ask for more help.” He said against your lips. You pulled away, giving him a suspicious look.

“And who might you have been getting help from, Dempsey?” You crossed your arms over your chest.

“Your good pals Tony and Skye helped me out. How do you think I knew when you were working?” You rolled your eyes, thinking of Skye. She’d definitely not overheard him in class. She was in on it, obviously.

“Speaking of Tony, he’s here to get me.” You said, holding up your phone. You had received a text message from Tony, simply saying 'here’. You got up, slinging your backpack over your shoulder.

“Let me take you to Rosie’s tonight.” Zach took your hand in his. You looked up at him, shaking your head.

“Studying.” You said, opening the pool house door. He grabbed your shoulder and turned you.

“Tomorrow. Please?” You nodded. He leaned down and kissed you again before you walked out. You watched as he began to walk over to Bryce. You caught his shirt. He tensed up.

“He’s not worth it.” Zach relaxed. He needed you. You needed him.

“You’ll tell me if he touches you again?” You nodded your head and he leaned down, kissing your forehead. He walked over to grab his phone off of the hot tub cover. He made eye contact with Bryce.

“You’re lucky.” Zach said before leading you off the property. And Bryce really was lucky you’d stopped Zach. He was your protector now.

anonymous asked:

How do you think the rfa +saeran and v would react to a curvy mc??

Lolololol, okay. I like this prompt.

Also, this might have(?) gotten a little teeny bit NSFW.


Yoosung

  • Cuddling her is the best
  • She’s always warm and soft
  • She loves to cook with him and loves to eat whatever he makes
  • One of his friends from school insulted her size once, when Yoosung was showing off pictures of his girlfriend, and Yoosung was pissed
  • Straight up told the guy to fuck off because MC is perfect the way she is

Jaehee

  • TBH, Jaehee would probably make sure of two things first
  • One, if MC was healthy at her current weight
  • And two, if MC was happy with her current weight
  • When MC says yes to both, Jaehee drops the subject and never brings it up again
  • Sometimes MC complains about not being able to find the right bra size or not being able to afford it
  • Seriously, it’s ridiculous, the only bras that fit me her are $60+ maxing around $125, and even then, half the time nobody carries the ONE BRAND that fits

Zen

  • More to love!
  • Seriously, she’s so nice to touch because she’s soft
  • He also likes to watch her run around or work out because… some things bounce
  • Plus, she’s massively sexy
  • Like, you have never seen a goddess in lingerie until you have seen MC wearing something sexy
  • Gah, seriously, he loves being able to put his hands all over her, like touch her butt or her breasts, and just have his hands be full

Jumin

  • Like
  • He wouldn’t care?
  • Seriously, he’s surrounded by people who are super superficial all the time, mainly women who are super thin and wear whatever they think will get them a rich attractive man
  • MC doesn’t see him for his looks or status, so why should he see her any differently?
  • The only thing he does think about her weight is that he likes holding her in bed, as her body is as soft and comforting as she is

Saeyoung

  • Not gonna lie, he would totally use her as a pillow
  • Like, sitting on the couch together? Her thighs are a perfect pillow
  • Unless he’s lying between her legs, in which case her tummy is super soft and warm and he just… dozes off
  • He might occasionally do things that make her uncomfortable without thinking, however, like poking her because he loves how squishy she is
  • Of course, she pokes him back because, well, if he really wants to go, they’ll go

V

  • While he’s still blind, he likes that there’s so much there for him to touch and feel and enjoy
  • He doesn’t need his sight to know about the dimples she has around her body, or the softness of her thighs
  • Once he gets his sight back, he loves to watch her move
  • He likes how she’s so natural and comfortable with herself
  • Secretly, though, he loves it when they’re lying in bed in the pitch black so that he can trace her dimples or grab a handful of her butt and just enjoy her

Saeran

  • Occasionally he just grabs her ass randomly and just say, “Good.”
  • It confuses the hell out of her
  • Seriously, who does that?
  • But, Saeran is an ass man and he likes that there’s enough there to grab
  • When he thinks she’s losing weight is when he grabs her because he wants to make sure there’s enough there
  • He’s low key as weird as his brother, just in a different way