and embarrassing the hell out of us

lunaackerman23  asked:

Can you tell us something interesting about Berth? And how would 104th and Levi, Hanji, Erwin and Mike react if someone randomly kiss them?

Mikasa: Blush like hell and slap them impulsively
Reiner: use tongue
Bertholdt: Be overwhelmed
Annie: Blush and not come out of her room out of embarrassment 
Eren: Super confused about what that was for and probably find it a bit icky 
Jean: Pretend to go on as usual but he’d actually not function anymore
Marco: Giggle and thank the person, then ask why they did it
Sasha: scream out of embarrassment 
Connie: stare int space for an hour to process what just happened
Historia: Depending on who it was: kill them
Armin: Feel like suuuuuuper uncomfortable about it
Ymir: Slap them
Levi: Try to randomly kiss that dude, he’ll beyblade your ass out of the walls
Hanji: Ohohohohoh
Erwin: Very confused but he’d probs appreciate it
Mike: kiss back

My brother’s best friend || 3 D.H.

A/N: HERE’S THE THIRD PART! i’m glad my brother is not that overprotective tbh haha. 

Word Count: 1.4K

POV: Reader

MASTERLIST // PART ONE // PART TWO

Originally posted by listenm8

The door was pushed open. The sudden light hurt my eyes. After they had adjusted to the stinging brightness I could clearly see my brother’s angry expression.

“What the hell are you doing?” He shouted wide eyed, staring at the both of us.

It was more than obvious what Dan was here for. He still had one arm slung around my waist and we were awfully close.

I blushed in embarrassment and just wanted to hide behind Dan’s tall figure, but we had to talk this out. I guess I should’ve talked to Phil about this early but I never thought that there was a chance that Dan felt the same way. Now it was too late and my brother had to find out that his little sister and his best friends had feelings for each other the hard way.

“Phil, I’m sorry. I should’ve told you about my crush on Dan.” I apologized, but Phil ignored me.

His eyes had gone cold and he was glaring at Dan. Full on death glare.

“Mate, we didn’t know this was gonna happen-“ Dan started before he got cut off by Phil.

“Get your hands off my sister.” He hissed. I never thought that Phil Lester, the angle on earth, could be that threatening.

“Woah, hey Phil calm-“

“I said get away from her.” Phil growled, causing, me to unwillingly take a few steps away from Dan.

I swallowed hard, I had never imagined Phil to be that mad.

“What makes you think that you can just fool around with my little sister!” he shouted, completely forgetting that I was in the room.

“I asked you to pick her up from school, not to sneak in her room at night!”

The two boys were now dangerously close. Phil was intimidating like I had never seen him before.

“Could you please calm down. We are just two people who like each other okay?” Dan didn’t take a step back although his best friend was nearly pushing him.

At the mention of “we” Phil seemed to realise that I existed too.

“So you like him.” He questioned me unbelievingly and the look on his face made me wish to be able to deny his statement.

Instead I simply nodded and took a step towards Dan again. The tall brown haired boy was about to take my hand in his, but he stopped in the middle of his tracks as my brother cleared his throat as a warning.

“When were you gonna tell me that you are fucking around with my little sister, Howell?”

Phil would normally make sure not to use explicit language, but he really didn’t seem to care anymore.

“I wasn’t fucking around with her, mate!” Dan complained, getting mad as well. Their chests were by now nearly touching and I was scared that one of them would eventually hurt the other.

Both of their eyes were formed into slits as the air was full of tension.

“No? Well then what were you doing? In the middle of the night in my sister’s room?” Phil acted like he was thinking hard, provoking Dan even more.

“Look, we just found out we like each other today. It’s not like we have been hiding this from you for months.” Dan explained in an attempt to calm Phil down.

I was really thankful for the fact that Dan always keeps a clear head no matter how heated the situation may be.

“I don’t care, okay? She is still my little sister.” Phil shouted as his angriness reached another peak.

“Yes, but she is also old enough to date whoever she wants to date!” Dan retorted, wrapping his left arm around my waist. This time not even Phil’s death glare could stop him.

I blushed when Dan mentioned the dating part. He actually wanted to date me. He wanted to be my boyfriend. If the situation hadn’t been that awful I would’ve jumped around with glee.

“She can date, but not you.” Phil hissed with so much finality in his voice that it was scary.

My eyes widened in shock. As I grasped the meaning of his words. He was forbidding our relationship in all honesty.

“That’s not fair!” I shouted outraged.

Dan was right, I was old enough to make my own decisions.

“You are right. Well sometimes the world just isn’t fair, okay? Dan needs to keep his dirty hands of you!”

“He is your best friend. You’d give up your left leg for him, but as soon as he shows any interest in me you suddenly act like he is your archenemy.” I retorted. Phil wasn’t making any sense. He just couldn’t deal with the fact that I had my own life.

“I said no, Y/N. “

“Phil, you can’t stop us from being together. I really like her, I don’t see what’s problem with that.”

Dan was desperate by now. We had never thought that it would be that difficult.

“My problem is that you two dating is not a good idea. You are older than her, you are way more experienced than her, I know your history with girls as well as your intentions and she is my little sister after all! She’s a taboo for you. Got it?” Phil growled his words were final and we knew that nothing we could say could change his mind. Not now. He needed time.

Dan opened his mouth to say something, not giving up that easily but I stopped him by squeezing his hand that I was still holding.

“Thank you for trying, Dan. I don’t think fighting more now would change something. Let’s talk tomorrow.” I whispered, deeply looking into his chocolate brown eyes.

Dan’s eyes softened as he nodded.

“I should leave, shouldn’t I?” he asked.

Before I could answer Phil had already shouted “Yes!”

10 minutes later Dan’s car left our drive way. It was around midnight and I wished he could stay, but I don’t think this house could bare that much tension. I watched him make his way down the road from the kitchen window until his car took a scarp left turn and wasn’t to be seen anymore.

I felt exhausted like I had just worked out for ten straight hours. I was worn out. After the high I felt because of being with Dan I felt dull now.

I let myself fall on my bed face first and couldn’t stop the tears from coming anymore. The hot salty water ran down my cheeks. Dan had feelings for me. He wanted to be my boyfriend but Phil ruined it all. Why was my brother suddenly so overprotective? There was no reason to act like that!

I decided to finally call one of my best friends. She was good at giving advice and she had already helped me with a lot of relationship questions. She was also the only one I had talked about Dan with, she knew I had a major crush on him.

She picked up after it ran a few times, sounding tired. I had probably woken her up and immediately regretted my decision to call her because I felt so bad.

“What’s up?” I heard her say but I couldn’t answer instead I sobbed into the speaker of my phone.

“Y/N, are you okay?” she sounded far more awake now.

I wished she could see me nod so I wouldn’t have to speak. Eventually, I stuttered a few words and she seemed to understand.

“I’ll be at your house in ten minutes.”

Just like she promised her car stopped in the drive way ten minutes later to get me. Since my room was on the ground floor I only had to climb out my window, no heights or jumping involved. I needed to have a long talk and comforting words as well as ice cream right now.

When she started driving to her house I was glad to distance myself from my brother who I normally loved to bits….

“Dan, where is she?!”

Phil shouted into his phone at 1 am. He couldn’t find a way to sleep after being so harsh and rude to his sister and his best friend. He just wanted to apologize, but when he walked into her room it was completely empty.

“Who?”

“Y/N, obviously.” Phil snarled, getting nervous.

“Have you checked her bed?”

“She is not home.”

“Well, she is not at my place either!” Dan couldn’t keep his voice down.

Panic.

I’ve been trying to learn German for so long and I really want to practice and get better but I’m still terrible so the idea of asking someone to, like, talk with me to help me practice just seems like a terrible idea.

My gripe here is that I took third place out of four kids, one of whom was my computer lab partner. The organizers knew about these projects a couple of months in advance, and there’s no reason they couldn’t have just punted us Computer Science kids over to the “Engineering” category and saved us the embarrassment of having to receive first, second, third, and honorable mention medals in front of a crowd who could see in their event programs that we were the only four kids in that category. Hell, that audience probably started the trend of dissing millennials for their supposed trophies. “All four won? Out of four participants? This doesn’t sit right with me at all! I’m gonna read a lot of blog posts about capitalism and alienate MOST of my friends!”

Kicking me over to the “Engineering” category also might have saved me from getting grilled by a computer science-y person who clearly didn’t want anything to do with this science fair. After I’d given my rehearsed presentation about my project, she looked up from her binder and said, “I’m pretty sure my son has an app on his phone that could teach him how to write this.”

I stuck with engineering for about a year and a half in college, but if I’m being perfectly honest with myself (and I guess with my parents), the moment I decided to switch majors was right then and there at the Northeast Ohio Science and Engineering Fair, and all I have to show for it are two participation ribbons, a participation medal, and freshly cooked plate of hindsight.

The Dangerous Myth Of Participation Trophies: My Story

BIGBANG Reactions to You Being Too Short to Reach the Top Shelf

T.O.P:

“IS THAT ONE OF MY CHAIRS?”

You let out a startled gasp as you heard the sudden sound of your boyfriend behind you. Embarrassed and slightly worried about using one of Seunghyun’s prized possession to reach for the plates, you hopped off, ready to apologize. Upon seeing your apologetic and embarrassed face, Seunghyun let out a small sigh. “It’s ok, jagi. I actually think it’s a little adorable that you’ll always need me to help get down the dishes since there is no way in hell I’m letting you stand on one of my babies again.”

Originally posted by hell-ogoodbye

Taeyang:

You hopped off the counter with the cookie jar. As you turned around, treasure in hand, you let out a gasp as you saw Taeyang’s frame leaning against the entrance to the kitchen. “O-oh hi Tae!” you stuttered out, hoping he hadn’t seen your mini mission in action. “Hey Y/N. I noticed you struggling with the cookies there,” he chuckled watching you turn a shade of pink. “It’s okay jagi. I would’ve done something but I’m not tall enough myself!”

Originally posted by vesic-s

G-Dragon:

You felt someone lean over you just as you were about to grab the sugar for your coffee. Before you could grab the container you kept it in, the person behind you closed in on it. You could feel the vibrations of his laughter on your back. “You know I had that, right Jiyong?” you huffed, defensive over your height. “Jagi, you know you like it when I press up against you so just appreciate it,” Jiyong whispered in your ear while wrapping his free hand around your waist. “Now come on Y/N, let me make you coffee.”

Originally posted by hell-ogoodbye

Daesung:

The shelf was a lot higher than you originally thought. Even sitting on the counter proved to be not quite high enough to reach the fancy bowls. Deciding to try your shot at balancing on your tiptoes on the edge of the ledge, you began to to stand. However, as soon as you began to balance yourself, you lost your footing on the edge and slipped. Just before falling off, you felt a pair of hands grip your back and push you back upright. “I swear jagi, you could’ve just asked me to help you instead of trying to prepare this dinner all by yourself and nearly hurting yourself,” Daesung sighed, obviously concerned over the fact that you could have seriously injured yourself had he not been there. “Sorry Dae. I thought I could reach the top without help but it looks like I’m not tall enough,” you said. “It’s okay jagi, I find your height to be adorable.”

Originally posted by y0226d

Seungri:

Stretching yourself on your tippy-toes was a futile attempt to reach for a new box of your cereal. Right when you were ready to admit defeat and grab a chair to get it, you felt a strong pair of arms wrap themselves around your waist and a head nuzzle against your neck. “Seungri? What are you doing?” You tried to turn in his grasp but he wouldn’t let you. “Well, you see, I was just minding my own business but then my shortie of a girlfriend here starts to struggle with the simple task of getting down her cereal. So I, being the amazingly awesome boyfriend that I am, will help this small cutie get the food she wants.” 

“Seungri, you’re so fucking lame I can’t.”

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Day 20: Let it Snow

Day 20 already?? The countdown is flying by! Anyway, here’s a fluffy ice-skating themed fic to get you in the holiday spirit. Thanks for your continuous support! It’s been great seeing everyone’s contributions to the countdown. @carryon-countdown


It wasn’t my idea to go ice skating.

Hell, it was the last thing I would have suggested. But Simon was adamant, and there was no use trying to talk him out of something once his mind was set.

In truth, the idea of ice skating terrified me. I’d only gone once before when I was much younger, and it had resulted in embarrassment like no other.

Don’t ask.

Anyway. Snow was absolutely thrilled. I could feel the excitement washing from his fingers to me as he tied my scarf and buttoned my coat.

“You’re going to love it,” he promised, pressing a kiss to my cheek as we left our flat. The winter wind encased me immediately, reminding me once again how undesirable this situation was. What I wouldn’t give to stay home with a cup of tea and Simon asleep on my shoulder. No possibility for embarrassment or injury there.

Love is a strong word, don’t you think?” I said with a scowl as he pulled me along down the street.

“Oh come on,” said Simon with a roll of his eyes, his hand finding mine. “It’ll be great.”

“Hmpf,” I huffed, resisting the urge to argue with him. “But next time, I get to choose what we’re going to do.”

“Fine,” he said with a smirk.

___

The ice rink was packed, which immediately made me nervous. Little kids wove their way in between skaters with reckless abandon, and throngs of older people slowly meandered around the outside of the rink.

“Maybe we should come back another time,” I said, willing my face to remain impassive. I didn’t want Snow to get the satisfaction of finally figuring out something that embarrassed me.

Not a chance,” said Simon, ushering me into the queue.

My god, I thought to myself as I laced up my skates. I shook my head slightly, a strand of hair escaping my bun. I must really love him.

He stepped onto the ice immediately, wobbling a bit before regaining his balance. He held out a hand to me.

“Come on,” he said, wiggling his fingers. His blue eyes were wide, glittering with the beginnings of a laugh.

“You go without me,” I said. “Really, it’s fine.”

“Baz, it’s like you don’t know how to ice skate,” he said with a giggle. He paused when he saw my expression. “Wait…do you not know how to ice skate?”

I swallowed. “No. I don’t.”

He shook his head in amusement, bronze curls bobbing. “Why didn’t you tell me that before?”

“So we can go home?” I asked hopefully.

“Hell no,” he said. “I’m teaching you how to skate. Come on.”

He grabbed my hand and pulled me onto the ice. I immediately lost my balance, nearly pushing him over as I fell into him.

Baz,” he grunted. He tried to balance me, but I couldn’t stop my feet from sliding away.

People around us started to giggle. I imagined that I’d be blushing, if I could.

Finally, I regained my balance, but I kept my arms locked tight around Simon. I knew that as soon as I let go I’d fall.

“This isn’t so bad, is it?” he said, his face inches from mine. He leaned in for a kiss, but I tilted my head away.

“Fuck off,” I said, and he laughed in amusement, his breath warm on my cheeks.

We wobbled for a bit, people skating by us effortlessly. I tried not to feel bitter.

“Come on, let’s skate,” he said.

“We are skating,” I said. “We’re on the ice, wearing ice skates.”

“We’re not going anywhere,” he pointed out. “We look like idiots.”

“You always look like an idiot,” I replied. “So it’s not much difference, not really.”

Baz…

“I’ll say it right now. Skating is the devil’s past time.”

“You’re ridiculous.”

You’re ridiculous.”

“You’re—”

“Um excuse me? Could you two move? You’re blocking the path.”

We turned at the same time to see a little girl (I guessed her to be about eleven years old) looking up at us.

“I’d love to,” said Simon. “But my boyfriend doesn’t know how to skate.”

The girl giggled, then twirled effortlessly. “He doesn’t know how to skate? But it’s so easy!”

She zoomed away.

“Little kids are skating, Baz,” he said. “It’s not that hard.”

Slowly he backed away from me, until we were holding hands, his arms outstretched.

“It’ll be fun,” he said.

What ensued next was the opposite of fun. It was wild speeding crash, a sprained wrist, and a trip to the emergency room. Simon laughed his arse off the entire time. I caught the nurse trying to hide a grin when I told her I had fallen ice skating, and barely resisted the urge to tell her off.

When we got home Simon made me a cup of tea and built up a fire in the hearth. I spelled my wrist healed once we were back inside (I had insisted on that to begin with, but Simon thought it’d be a better idea to see a Normal doctor first).

Simon tucked a blanket around my waist before snuggling up beside me. Outside, snow had begun to fall. Gently, so gently.

“Are you happy now?” I asked between sips of tea. The near-scalding heat of the drink was welcome after the cold night air.

Simon wrapped his arm around my stomach, resting his head over my heart.

“I’m happy you went ice skating with me, even if you did complain the whole time,” he murmured, his eyelids looking heavy. “I’m happier now, though.”

“Me too,” I said as he drifted to sleep.

Specks of snow clung to the window panes, and I took a deep breath. The air smelled like firewood and tea and Simon. I could stay here forever—a cup of tea in my hand, Simon asleep on my shoulder. It could snow forever, and I wouldn’t mind.

Let it snow, I thought, warmth spreading through me with every breath. Let it snow.

give me natsu interacting with the karasuno first years

  • the boys helping hinata babysit
  • kageyama being worried natsu’ll be scared of him but finding out it should really be the other way around
  • natsu doing everyone’s hair; yams gets braid, kags gets pigtails and tsukki gets a bunch of glittery clips
  • hinata laughing at them until natsu gets him too
  • natsu forcing tsukki into giving her piggy back rides because he’s tallest. tsukki pretends to hate it but really he doesn’t mind
  • natsu getting a crush on yamaguchi
  • from then on she keeps making hinata invite him whenever he has to babysit her, so yamaguchi spends a lot of time at hinata’s home babysitting natsu
  • natsu coming to their games to cheer them on and being the loudest one there, embarrassing the hell out of them but in a good way
  • natsu somehow getting them to buy her ice cream n stuff afterwards using some mystical cuteness powers. the only one who is immune to it is hinata, but he ends up buying her sweets anyway because he loves her
  • natsu interacting with the karasuno first years

anonymous asked:

Bonus points for the greaser reader if at one point ty (whos really only used to being the person threatening others) gets a feckin boner watching them threaten to kick the ass of the next person that bothers Amy Hes so embarrassed but only mark notices it (hello naughty children its vengeance time for making fun of his blush)

Hell yes. Mark teases the fuck out of him for it too

Ty intentionally starting a little bit of shit so that greaser reader pins him against the wall

(*cough* BRATTY-SUB GREASER! TYLER *cough*)

So I was watching the episode, “Phoebe Cheats” and I just have to point out this picture.

A bazillion questions pop into my head simultaneously when I look at this: What the actual hell?  I know Helga walks around with Arnold’s photo in a heart-shaped locket.  But there’s a difference between “a photo of Arnold that could very well be his school picture” and a “random photo of Arnold taken at the park.”  Seriously what is even up with this picture?  Where and how did Helga even get this picture?  What the hell was Arnold doing when this picture was taken?  He’s like, looking directly into the camera, and posing for fuck’s sake!  Who even took the picture?  Was it Mr. Simmons while they were doing some sort of class activity?  Was it Gerald just for the shits and giggles?  I mean, I don’t even know where to start!

Suddenly, I want 30 more minutes worth of story in addition to the original 11-minute episode because hot damn, I need to know these answers.  Now.

Fun thing about being an artsy nerd is when I use a character creator like the one in Xenoverse, I can always draw a character that’s otherwise impossible to make. Since unfortunately I can’t make a fat female majin or an old male one, here’s two roughs of either. I like the idea of the females using their head tentacles for hairstyles, so this dudes’ beard works the same way, kind of a Davy Jones thing going on there.

I also lore-built the hell out of the Frieza race, but that’s a story for never because it’s embarrassing nerd stuff.

I shall call her Matata. And since the old guy looks like Merlin, Figitus. 

I love thinking up majin names.

smooth

he used to act without double checking // reading cues // following through on instinct // not thinking it’s rude.

yet, in this situation // that’s what he needs to do.

he’s figuring out a few things // though he’ll never fully understand you

listening to lyrics // watching yr shift in mood // he was nervous to say the things he needed to // tryna be cool // fuck it, wool pulled // he’ll risk embarrassment to tell you the truth:

you were not the first // but hell if symbols aren’t telling him                                                he’s come full circle. 

blind ex // he wants no next.

now, entire world in photos // opposite end of spectrum. 

back then // obsession // individual wasn’t his attention // gifts, tiny trinkets weren’t given // they ate body // rarely food.

definition includes // source of inspiration // guiding genius // you. 

fodder for imagination // whole of yr existence // independent of my love.  

true muse. 

xxx SirPup Kingston // 03.26.2017

Tweaker problems

When you meet that one person who thinks they no FUCKIN EVERYTHING. They try and tell you how to light the pipe, how to load the pipe, how to hit the pipe. Then they try and act like they have EVERYTHING figured out. They’re annoying as hell. All they do is talk talk talk. They think everyone and there dog is a cop. They try and tell you how things should be done. When really your over here thinking to yourself….“what the fuck have they even bilked their eyes one time doing this whole conversation? How many times are they gonna keep looking up and around like someone’s fallowing us? Ugh this is embarrassing…stop looking around like we’re making a freakin drug deal when all we’re doing pumping gas shit..”
And you really just wanna go off on them like “DUDE SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU DONT NO SHIT. YOU USE TO BE A COKE EXPERT TOO REMEMBER THAT? YOU THOUGHT A 8 BALL OF COKE WAS AN ACTUAL GIANT BALL OF COKE!!! LIKE WTF PEOPLE LIKE YOU SHOULD TAKE A BREAK FROM THE PIPE EVERY ONCE IN A WHILE, YA NO MAYBE NOT HIT THE PIPE, GO STARE OUT THE WINDOW FOR 10 MINUTES, THEN COME BACK AND HIT IT AGAIN CAUSE ” YOU AINT HIGH ENOUGH" BITCH MAYBE YOU NEED TO GO TO SOME NA MEETINGS OR REHAB OR JUST FIND ANOTHER DRUG….CAUSE YOUR FUCKIN MY HIGH UP.“
But really you can’t say shit bc this fool rich as fuck and buys all the dope so you gettin high as fuck evaday FO FREE.

This Is Why I Have Trust Issues (Pietro x Reader) Part 3

Summary: After not having seen the inhabitants of the tower for a while, Y/N reluctantly agrees to go to a party there on the basis that her ex, Pietro, is going out of town on a mission. Unfortunately, things don’t go exactly as planned.

Chapter List

Masterlist


Part Three

You got out of the lift and walked slowly towards the exit of the tower. People were staring at you, not surprisingly, as you walked through the mass of people in the lobby.

“Hey, Y/N” you heard someone shout, but you kept on walking. “Hey!” You felt someone grab your shoulder and forced you to turn around. Steve’s face was solemn and confused, and you felt slightly embarrassed. “Y/N, what the hell was that?!” he exclaimed, and you looked away, avoiding his gaze.

“Do you really have to ask?” you stated, and he sighed.

“Come here,” he said, grabbing your arm and dragging you over to the lift you had just got out of. You tried to wriggle out of his grip, but it was no use.

“Steve, I have to leave. I can’t be around here anymore,” you explained, but he just forced you inside the lift.

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Imagine wording a sentence wrong and accidentally scaring the hell out of your brothers while talking to them on the phone.

Y/N: Be right back, funkytown is kinda loud at the moment.

Dean (sounding panicked): Where are you? Y/N: still at the bunker, and I was meaning the song funkytown, not I’m in funkytown. Sam: that’s a relief. You nearly gave us a heart attack Y/N.

Originally posted by emi-shameless

anonymous asked:

More than once Elisa has secretly turned off her hearing aids while Ollie is rambling about one of his crushes. At first he gets really offended " 'Lisa what the hell! You were supposed to be listening to me!" She just rolls her eyes "I zoned out around the time you started describing their arms. Did you really want me to hear all of this?" "Yeah you're right never mind" Ollie is like Sonny and will go on and on about the people he likes in embarrassing detail

Omgggggg, I love!!!

Ollie going on and on about how hot/handsome/beautiful his crushes are in this embarrassing amount of detail that scarily resembles how Sonny used to talk about Rafael before they got together.

First he starts talking about normal stuff, like how they have really good hair, or how they have pretty green eyes that sparkle. But then he’ll start looking out into space and describing to Elisa the forearm muscles that’ll pop out whenever the guy that he’s crushing on crosses his arms, and that’s when Elisa knows it’s her cue to tune out.

Because Elisa really, really does not want to hear her little brother describe, in detail, how his crush’s legs look in this one particular pair of pants that he always wears, or how the pants get tighter whenever he sits down.

@jckeass  ||  that high school au. 

        parties aren’t his scene, and his unease manifests in the way that he stands idly against the wall, hands in his pockets, and quietly studies his classmates as they get far more personal with each other than he’s even comfortable watching at a distance.  

       why’d he even come here?  in what awful corner of his brain had a little voice encouraged this sort of behavior?  he’d been invited, sure, but he could undoubtedly say that he didn’t know a single soul here  –  he’s used to the isolation in the lunchroom, but this was different.  this somehow felt even more embarrassing.  

      fuck this.  with a sigh of resignation, he ultimately decides it’s a waste of time; he’s not social enough to mingle with his peers, and they sure as hell won’t go out of their way to talk to a wallflower, so he pushes himself off the wall and trudges past a few classmates taking the old bump ‘n grind to a new level, on the lookout for the front door.  

i just watched the 93rd dgm episode and i rlly do wonder what lavi meant by ‘yuu’s pants’, is he implying that kanda wears embarrassing pants, possibly with cute prints of puppies on them… does that mean lavi saw kanda wearing pants and actually lived to tell the tale, survived mugen’s wrath, still hangs the incident over kanda’s head to the point where he uses it to bait him out of his nook in the ark,.. lavi you are an inspiration to us all, bless your soul

Tartaros discovers the truth about Natsu.

As requested by VelocityRaptor and Tgamering.

Um, I previously wrote about people finding out Natsu was E.N.D. But now it is specifically this Dark Guild’s turn.


Jackal: NO! ABSOLUTELY NO WAY IN HELL CAN THIS BE TRUE!!


Kyoka: Calm yourself Jackal.


Jackal: Oh come on Kyoka! That guy’s a nothing, just some stupid human that got in our way!


Kyoka: And defeated us, he was a big factor of our defeat. Stop being bitter about this and consider it a good thing, our loss is now a little less embarrassing.


Franmalth: It really isn’t.


Sayla: I agree with Kyoka-sama, being defeated by a mere human is a great humiliation. But being defeated by our master is less so.


Franmalth: We could have just not been defeated in the first place?


Sayla: He is the main protagonist, your argument is invalid.


Torafusa: But I would have killed him! Surely master E.N.D. would have been able to overcome me? That fool just got knocked unconscious!


Tempesta: Remember that at this point he is completely unaware of whom he truly is and does only have the powers of an ordinary wizard, though admittedly a bit stronger.


Jackal: NO! He is not stronger, he is a regular human!!


Tempesta: Stop being in denial Jackal, you got beaten, leave it at that.


Jackal: …Sleep with one eye open tonight.


Mard Geer: So it has absolutely nothing to do with that awful Devil Slayer that I lost? I suppose this news is quite pleasant.


Kyoka: You’re kind of obsessed with that Gray guy, you know that?


Mard Geer: Am not, shut up!


Kyoka:


Ezel: Master E.N.D. was some scrawny weakling? Pfft!


Zeref: Take care of how you speak about him; he would destroy you in an instant.


Keith: Didn’t you lose to a 12 year old girl? Who generally avoids fighting and who prefers to heal more than anything.


Ezel: …Shut up.


Silver: So this guy Natsu Dragneel is E.N.D. huh? A member of the Fairy Tail Guild who works with Gray? Who is probably Gray’s best friend?


Zeref: Yes.


Silver:


Silver: Oh dear.

lovelyseijurou  asked:

Hi Tia~ :3 May I get a scenario were Akashi and Murasakibara crush runs into the boys, and they catch their crush into a wedding dip position when she's about to fall. Thank you Tia!

Dina bby! Of course I can do this for you! Such a cute scenario :D


Akashi: He definitely wasn’t expecting you to be running through the halls frantically. He winced slightly when you were screaming at people to ‘Get the hell out of my way!” not used to hearing such a tone from your mouth. 

Wherever you were going, you were clearly desperate, and in a rush. He happened to leave the class, heading towards the stairs when you’d tripped over someone’s leg, why are they sitting in the hall is beyond him, almost falling down the stairs when he’d grabbed you in a dip, his hand leaning on the wall for support. 

You’d managed to keep your things in hand, but your face was a nice shade of red, completely embarrassed at the position you were in. He gave a soft smile, straightening you up and ruffling your hair.

“___-chan, you might want to slow down next time. You could’ve been hurt.”

You weren’t sure how to respond, the reason for being in a rush wiped from your mind as you stared up at him. He felt slightly warm at the cute look you were giving him, looking out the window. 

“How about I walk you to where you’re going?”

You nodded, burying your face in books as you walked side-by-side, too mortified to respond.

Murasakibara: He’d just been walking out of the cafeteria, eating a bag of chips HImuro bought him when he felt something shove him slightly. Frowning, he looked down, letting go of the food and grabbed you before you hit the ground. The heat of his hand burned your skin, and you gulped, meeting the giant’s face.

“Are you okay, ____-chin?”

You nodded, feeling slightly guilty when you caught the bag of chips laying on the ground, spilled on the polished floor. A few had be crushed from your feet, and you felt your face heat up from his stare.

“I.. I’m fine! I… I’m sorry about your chips! I’ll replace them!”

He straightened you up, rubbing the back of his head as he shrugged.

“I’m more concerned for ___-chin.. But if she says she’s fine, then I’m okay.”

You found yourself smiling dumbly at his words, heat rising to your cheeks at his concern. What a cute man. Just then, you felt a hand on your forehead, making you look up at him with wide eyes.

“Are you sure you’re okay. ___-chin? You’re very warm.”

There was a startled squeak before you waved your hands frantically

“I… I’m fine Murasakibara-kun!”

He hummed, shaking his head before picking you up, placing you over his shoulders.

“I’m going to take ___-chin to the nurse. You don’t look fine to me.”

You only heated up more in response.

OK BUT IMAGINE A BELLARKE FUTURE SCENE; Clarke is taking a shower in the stalls in Arkadia and her cloths/towel get taken as a joke by the delinquents and Clarke has the choice to either walk out across camp practically NUDE (well in her bra and underwear) in THE MIDDLE OF THE DAY where EVERYONE IS UP AND ABOUT or contact Bellamy on her radio to bring her cloths. (OBVIOUSLY WE KNOW WHICH OPTION SHE WILL PICK) Of course she will contact Bellamy but she’s embarrassed as hell doing it. (imagine that awkward and hilarious conversation with him on the radio lmao) So Bellamy brings cloths, but it is his old blue shirt (YOU KNOW THE ONE) and pants that used to be Gena’s that she left at his quarters a long time ago but he didn’t have the heart to give away (he doesn’t tell her that bit) SO CLARKE WALKS ACROSS CAMP IN BELLAMY’S SHIRT FOR THE ENTIRE DAY (EVEN WHILE IN MEDBAY FOR SHIFTS) (AND SHE STILL COULDN’T FIND THE CULPRIT ON WHO STOLE HER CLOTHS, THO SHE KNEW IT HAD TO BE THE DELINQUENTS, BUT BELLAMY WAS ON IT…VERY AMUSED ABOUT THE SITUATION THO) AND EVERYONE STARTED SPECULATING THAT HER AND BELLAMY WERE FINALLY TOGETHER BECAUSE SHE’S WEARING HIS SHIRT. (THIS WOULD BE FUCKING HILARIOUS) 

AND WHAT CLARKE DIDN’T KNOW WAS THAT YES HER CLOTHS GETTING TAKEN WHILE IN THE SHOWER WAS A JOKE, BUT IT WAS ONLY PART OF A BIGGER JOKE, WHICH ACTUALLY WENT PERFECTLY ACCORDING TO PLAN CONSIDERING CLARKE ENDED UP IN BELLAMY’S SHIRT (AS THEY EXPECTED/HOPED) AND EVERYONE STARTED ASSUMING THEY WERE DATING LMAO LITTLE GENIUS/EVIL DELINQUENTS.

her cloths were found the very next morning though…..outside Bellamy’s quarters found by Clarke because - pff, clarke didn’t sleep there.. * nervous laughter* Clarke wasn’t only in Bellamy’s shirt when she heard the banging on the door/opening it and finding her pile of cloths neatly folded. (yes she was) Bellamy didn’t sleepily call her back to bed as she shut the door her hands full of her cloths, (yes he did) and she didn’t crawl back into bed with him, Bellamy kissing her head while she is tucked in his arms, her murmuring about how ‘their kids’ (delinquents) were devious. (yes she did) and they didn’t end up having a round of beautiful morning sex, Bellamy muttering about how she should wear only his shirt more often. (yes they did)