bc this fic

do you ever think about all the dumb arguments Yuuri and Phichit get into over the years tho like,,

“Yuuri, darling…”

Yuuri looks up from his homework to see Phichit smiling sweetly, eyes crinkled shut. It’s his Imminent Death To You face and Yuuri frantically tries to recall if there are any chores he forgot.

“Yuuri,” Phichit says again, smiling like the unforgiving sun. “There are two ways you can put the toilet paper in. You can put it under, or you can put it the Correct way-”

Yuuri tries not to groan. He mostly succeeds, though his irritation is plain as day. Phichit trails off, but his smile doesn’t leave.

“I’m not doing this,” Yuuri says firmly. He pats the couch beside him. “You can tell me what’s really bothering you, or just take the hugs, though.”

Phichit takes the hugs, toilet paper dispute soon forgotten.

.

“How can you eat that,” Yuuri demands, nose scrunched in disgust.

Phichit pauses with the slice of pineapple pizza halfway in his mouth. He sets it back down and stares at Yuuri, disbelief etched across his face. “Pineapple pizza? Is amazing??”

Yuuri gags.

“Yuuri.” Phichit takes a deep breath and readjusts his world view. “You eat anchovies.”

“Are you going to suggest I don’t put them on my anchovy potato pizza?!”

Phichit opens his mouth, but gives up before he can muster up any words. He shakes his head and then shoves half the pizza in his mouth, staring Yuuri dead in the eye.


.

…but when they’re in agreement:

“Is not.”

“Is too!”

“IS NOT-”

“No!” Celestino clamps a hand over each of their mouths, brow knitted together in frustration. “Those,” he grouches, glaring at the iced muffins clutched against their chests, “are not.” He blows out a breath of hot air. “You cannot substitute a cupcake for breakfast!”

Phichit licks his hand, unrepentant as Celestino yanks his hand away in disgust. Phichit takes a huge bite of his muffin, icing smearing onto his nose adorably, and speaks through a mountain of delicious carbs. “We told you, these are muffins.”

Celestino huffs. Yuuri takes advantage of the distraction to slip out of his grip and slide into Celestino’s blind spot, happily gulping down his own iced muffin and starting on a second. 

“Iced muffins are basically cupcakes,” Celestino insists as he makes a swipe for Phichit’s.

Crumbs spray from Yuuri’s mouth. “Are not!” he protests.

“You can’t eat only cupcakes for breakfast!” Celestino makes a swipe for Yuuri’s muffins and Phichit takes the moment to shove a whole muffin into his mouth, cheeks bulging out like a hamsters. Yuuri ducks around Ciao Ciao and Phichit poses, Yuuri proving to be the best friend in the world as he snaps a pic for him.

Celestino gives up. Even his hair seems to wilt as he stares at Yuuri and Phichit eating nothing but sugar. “Please.” Celestino doesn’t beg, but it’s close. “Please tell me you idiots have eaten more than just those.”

Phichit and Yuuri stare at him blankly, cheeks bulging with their contraband muffins.

Celestino groans and grabs his jacket. “I’m taking you idiot children out for breakfast. Now.”

Behind his back, Yuuri and Phichit grin and high five each other.

“I saw that!”

oh .. also, if anybody else wants to send me elmax, or mikelmax, or like lesbian mileven prompts … pls do, i want to write 1000000 bc i missed writing so much over like the last three days .. i can also write reddie, and like other it or stranger things ships if ur into that kind of thing?? or even like crossover ships BLS, im desperate

just keith things

  • keith WANTS to connect with people
  • keith doesnt know why he’s so angry and why he is the way he is implying he DOESN’T want to be this way
  • his trigger is his abandonment issues
  • which makes sense why he’d rather leave people before they get to leave him
  • self loathing
  • hates crying to the point he’d get angry and storm off
  • desperately wants to understand and be understood by people

remus lupin deserves the world, but the world does not deserve remus lupin.

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“What I find interesting, deputy, is that you have all this to say about magic, and yet you still leave your daughter with me every afternoon without fail.” Stiles drummed his fingers on the counter. “My only conclusion is that even if you hate magic, you must trust me on some level.”

Derek cleared his throat and looked away. “Amy likes Jack. And my boss gave you a good recommendation, for some unfathomable reason.”

“Your boss is my father. Of course he’s going to give me a good recommendation.” Stiles pulled out little pouches of powder and poured them into a set of a dozen vials sitting out on the counter. “So come on, Hale. What is it? Is it the magic you hate, or me?”

Both. I hate magic, and I hate what you’re doing to me. Derek realized his fists were clenched, and he shoved them into the pockets of his uniform. He couldn’t admit any of that to Stiles, though, not without admitting to…other things. Things he wasn’t acknowledging now or ever.

A Wild Heart’s Desire by @mad-madam-m

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HEY @actualbird HERE ARE SOME DOODLES FOR U from that ficlet u wrote!!! i just thought it was super sweet, i hope u don’t mind!!!!!

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part 1part 2 | part 3

They were taken so quickly that Lance and Keith couldn’t even put up a real fight. They succeed in defeating their Galra captors, but their victory comes at the cost of crashing onto a planet populated by violent, remorseless criminals. Or, the wretched beginning of Lance and Keith, Space Cowboy Mercenaries, and the possible end of the Red and Blue Paladins of Voltron.

from  THIS FANTASTIC voltron fic by the amazing @thisgirlhastales​ 

it is the klance space cowboy AU that we all deserve and it is b e a u t i f u l

@phil-the-stone can we consider this one as a “holding hands”?

au prompt: jack quits hockey after rehab but ends up at Samwell to get his degree and is so 110% in his studies that he ends up in a bitter library rivalry with the hockey team because they’re SO LOUD and take up the BEST TABLES and like only one or two of them actually seem to know who he is and the rest clearly just see him as Jack the Angry History Major. his junior year, they get this tiny new forward who brings him apology mini pies when the boys start acting up and jack thinks that maybe, just maybe, the hockey team isn’t SO bad.

hear me out.....

richie shows up one day with bleached streaks/highlights in his hair (it surprisingly doesnt look bad) and everyone is like wtf dude just why..? but he just shrugs and doesnt say anything about it.  for once in his life he isnt saying something… its almost a full week later when eddie remembers when all the losers were talking about crushes and eddie had just barely gotten away with saying he didnt like anyone but thought blondes were cute (a complete lie) and thats why hes now in the middle of history class blushing so much while staring at the back of richies blonde-tipped head with his heart pounding out of his chest

theyre on a date!!

fic; No Place Without You

Harry’s in love with life and he’s in love with the world.

Louis’ in love with Harry and he doesn’t think there’s any way he can possibly compete.

A Wanderlust au in which Harry doesn’t have a permanent home and stays with Louis when he visits NYC.

Word Count: 19k 

on ao3 here!

Better Latte than Never

it’s my birthday!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THE 21ST OF SEPTEMBER IS FINALLY HERE, and that means a fic!!! have a destiel coffee shop AU on me. <3

read it here on AO3!!

“What are you having?” Castiel asked with a smile, and Dean’s stomach flipped.

“Um. Regular latte,” he managed to say, and smiled.

“Regular latte,” Castiel repeated. “Coming right up.” He turned away, and began to prepare Dean’s drink, tanned hands picking up a plain white cup which he spun into position onto the coffee machine, glancing up to see whether Dean had noticed. Dean smiled, hoping it came across as ‘impressed’ and not ‘totally smitten’.

Shifting his weight from one foot to the other behind the cafe counter, Dean waited for his latte to be ready. He preferred espresso, if he was honest - but lattes took longer to drink, and just recently, Dean had found himself becoming a professional in the niche field of ‘reasons to take a long time over drinking a coffee in a small cafe’. He’d never even liked coffee that much - it had always been more of a necessary evil, utilized when he’d pushed his sleeping schedule beyond the reasonable limit - but that was something that he’d conveniently forgotten, just recently.

In fact, he could date this very specific amnesia to the exact moment that he’d walked through the door of this tiny cafe, tired in the middle of a long day at work and gasping for something to drink on his lunch break. That had been the first time he’d come, but there had been a second time, and a third… and now it was almost a whole month later, and Dean was still coming in every day.

He wished he could say that it was the coffee at Better Latte Than Never that kept him coming back. The coffee was good – or at least, Dean thought it was, though he was no expert - he hadn’t exactly sampled a whole lot of different brands. In fact, recently, he hadn’t even bothered buying his usual packet of filter coffee when he went grocery shopping. He spent so much time in Better Latte Than Never that he was starting to genuinely worry about the effects of overcaffeination.

After all, maybe those effects included giddiness, and butterflies in his stomach, and a heart rate through the roof, all of which Dean had been experiencing on a daily basis - but if he was honest, Dean didn’t think he could blame the coffee so much as the maker of the coffee for the symptoms.

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i have too many feelings about michelle jones so here have headcanons and peter x michelle

this was obnoxiously long because i have no control so lots of stuff is under the cut and it became very fic-like at the end there, whoops. 

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  • so michelle moved with her family to new york when she started high school
  • and mj was actually pretty sad to leave her friends back in chicago because it had taken a long time to make those friends and she always feels awkward around new people
  • so she isn’t very happy about The Move
  • she comes from a loving family
  • like, she gets kissed every night before she goes to bed, her parents read her bedtime stories until she was ten, she used to wear matching outfits with her mother, family movie nights were every friday
  • her parents were really good to her for the most part and just loved and supported her
  • they’re also pretty smart and since mj has pretty much always been inspired by them so intelligence and the acquisition of knowledge is really important to her
  • hence reading and academic decathlon, but she’s also into math and science too because she’s very driven and doesn’t have that many friends in new york so what else is she gonna do?
  • and her parents are an interracial couple and they’ve encountered a lot of hate and mj was always so sad when she walked out with her mother and people would give them weird looks
  • so she’s tried to end hate whenever she can and fights to give a voice to those who are silenced
  • but now cue mj going to high school in new york
  • she joins academic decathlon ofc because who do you think she is she lives for this shit
  • and then! there is this little shithead on the team PETER PARKER
  • like who the fuck does this kid think he is
  • answering all these questions, acting like he’s sooo smart just because he happens to know a lot of facts and is really good at physics and speaks spanish really well and also happens to be really dorky and adorable and okay maybe he’s kind of attractive too and maybe mj starts throwing herself more into academic decathlon and possible CONSIDERS joining band but that’s ONLY BECAUSE PETER IS A SHITHEAD AND SHE NEEDS TO SHOW HIM HE ISN’T THE ONLY TALENTED ONE OKAY
  • anyway

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