and i've fallen for him

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On Guardians Of The Galaxy Vol. 2:
It’s that sweet spot where you give people what they want but not what they’re expecting. Comedy, emotion and action form this triangle. And it’s about bringing it to an even better level.

anonymous asked:

Idk why but after seeing these shirtless asks I can't stop imaging Burgerpants' S/O (or best buddy) seeing him without pants on, like Bratty and Catty did during the glamburger incident, ya know? 😂😂 If you want, could you write a scenario like that?

(*Hell yes, I am always down for Burgerpants!  This made me happy. xD)

In this imagine, the Reader is Burgerpants best buddy who has a crush on him. 


Burgerpants:
Without pants, you’re just Burger and Burgers are delicious.

You’re sitting in a booth after the Surface MTT-Brand Burger Emporium has closed, waiting for Burgerpants to finish cleaning up in the back so you can go catch a movie with him.  Suddenly, you hear something that sounds like a crash, followed by some muffled cursing.  

“Burgerpants?” you tentatively call out, rising from the booth.  He doesn’t answer, so you decide to go check on him.  

When you open the door to the backroom, however, you find Burgerpants trying to put everything back on a shelf.. only without his pants.  

… He’s wearing some sort of whitey-tighty-esque underwear, only they have a cute cartoon cat printed on the ass.  

“Oh shit,” you blurt in surprise, awkwardly stepping backward and trying to turn your face, but you can’t quite tear your gaze away from that cartoon cat.  

Shit!” he echoes, turning around and covering his crotch with an arm, while he bends and tries to scoop his pants off the floor.  "W-what are you doing back here, little buddy?“

"I.. I, uh, heard a crash, and wanted to… What are YOU doing back here without pants?!”  You still can’t look away, even as he struggles to pull his pants on over his shoes.  It’s like watching a wreck in slow motion.  Your face is burning.

“I was changing!  I didn’t want to go to the movies wearing my Glamburger uniform!” he insists, and finally manages to get his pants on.  You realize that he’s wearing a jeans now instead of his khaki slacks.  It makes sense.. He must have knocked over something while he was changing.  Maybe he was in a hurry and didn’t want to take off his shoes or something?  

With his pants up, he stands there, dejectedly looking down.  It seems as if he wants the floor to open up and swallow him, but his luck isn’t that good.  

“Oh,” you manage finally, realizing you’re still awkwardly standing there, and he needs to change shirts.  "Sorry.  I’ll just.. go back to the front and wait for you.“  As you start to turn around to flee the scene, he speaks up.

"I guess I blew it, huh?”

“Hm?” you make a quizzical sound in the back of your throat, half turning toward him.  Your hand is still on the doorknob.

“I.. I wanted this to be a date,” he admits, rubbing the back of his neck. “I even wore my lucky underwear for the occasion.”  He looks up, a wide grin that’s so fake it practically looks manic plastered on his face.  "Should’ve known better.  I’m the type of person with plenty of luck.  Only all of it’s bad.“

You find yourself blushing harder than before.  He wanted it to be a date?  Honestly, you’d been waiting for him to ask you out for months now.  You had hoped that he might try to hold your hand or at least lean against you during the movie.  That was the entire reason you had chosen a horror movie.  "What are you talking about?” you begin, a slow smile curving your lips.  His forced grin begins to fade as he drags his gaze to meet yours.  "I’ve been hoping you would ask me out.  And.. I mean, I think cats are cute anyway.“  Your blush deepens, and it takes a moment for it to register to him that you’re referring to both his underwear and him.  His ears perk up, and his eyes widen.

"Seriously?  You’re not just.. messing around, little buddy?”

You shake your head, but your heart is hammering in your chest.  "Nope. I’m serious.“  Your smile turns brighter; you can see a glimmer of hope in his expression, but he’s still guarded.  "I’ll let you finish changing, okay?”

He nods, so you head out the door.  As you close it behind you, you can hear him murmur to himself “Maybe they are lucky after all!”  

iron bull and tiny inquisitor headcanons

sleeping together is the definition of big spoon little spoon. romantic, until he rolls over and his bicep nearly crushes her ribcage in the middle of the night

that one time she made a particularly awful joke and he 

playfully nudged her.aka the time iron bull accidentally shoved the herald of andraste off a cliff

need help busting that wall down? he comes up behind her, tucks her close to his middle with one hand and punches the shit out of the rock with the other. all clear, boss

one time he cut a templar’s head off right over her head. she was pissed about it and now he does it every chance he gets

slow dancing at the ball, more like come here, you as he picks her up by the waist and spins her while her feet swing above the floor

even still, there are times when he forgets how small she is. she has responsibilities that are larger than life, after all. so when she’s asleep beside him and his palm near covers her waist, he chuckles a little and remembers 

I have found that I have utterly and completely fallen like a fool for you. Your name spills out of my mouth like I’m sick with the flu. I caught it so hard from that smile you try to hide. Oh god, I’m so in love with you. I think if I got my blood drawn, they’d find specks of you. Oh god, oh god, I’m so sick in love and I don’t want to be cured. Some days, it hurts my head and I get so angry, but I’d still choose you over and over again. One day, I’ll wake up to you every morning and even if I wanted to be sad, I couldn’t. I want it to be you and me in the end. Oh god, some days, I don’t want to live another hour, but I’d live a million years with you. Shred my heart, I don’t care, you can keep the pieces. I want you. Just you. Just let me have your heart, and it’ll all be okay. I’m so dizzy in love. There’s no candles needed to be blown out, shooting starts to be found, or waiting for 11:11 because, baby, I got my only wish and it’s you. I love you. I love you. I love you. You have me fully.
—  Not a minute goes by that you’re not in my mind; if only you were in my arms as much.