Like most male friendships, everything is assumed, and nothing is spoken of. Oh, except for once. Just once, and that’s your lot. If you’re going to read in order, like I did, you’ve got a long time to wait for The Adventure of the Three Garridebs, but patience, and keep reading in order-you’ll be blinking back the tears when the moment comes.
Soft Peach Skinblend by Mohkii (700+ Followers Gift)
Here is just a simple skinblend I made. I’ve been wanting to make another skinblend for myself so I’m not having to use a ton of skin details etc so here we are! It comes in all ages and 4 separate packages. The female skin comes with a breast overlay as well.
tou; do not claim as your own, free to share in sim downloads
credits; heihu (face and breast) , ddeathflower (face) // additional creds; noodlesims, leh and pyxis
Vitya, have you seen my laptop?” Yuuri asked, looking around. “I
He blinked, turning around and immediately backing up from the star-eyed,
grinning Victor. “What?”
you just say?” Victor came closer, his steps like a predator’s who has
just sniffed out its pray.
“Have you seen my laptop?”
that,” Victor’s grin was so sharp, Yuuri had trouble focusing on anything
When his brain
finally caught up to what Victor wanted to hear, heat rushed to Yuuri’s cheeks.
It was a little embarrassing, because the name just slipped out of his mouth
without any warning since he’d been thinking so much about surprising Victor
and calling him that one day. It was even more embarrassing when Victor clearly
wanted him to repeat it while staring closely at his lips.
There was a
moment of silence before… Victor
squealed. Like a little girl that sees a doll she wants. He squealed and
jumped on Yuuri, hugging him so tight it was hard to breathe. But Yuuri didn’t
necessarily mind it.
more,” Victor demanded.
stung a little, red, but he repeated obediently, “Vitya.”
And Vitya giggled.
It was so unexpectedly
cute that Yuuri couldn’t react at first. His heart was beating wildly in his
chest for some reason and his breathing seemed to have stopped altogether. And
then he chuckled too, and hugged Victor back, because his happiness was
infectious and Yuuri didn’t feel like fighting it.
like when I call you that?” he asked, smiling into Victor’s shoulder.
no idea,” Victor replied, and Yuuri just knew he was grinning from his
voice alone. “But there’s one more I want you to try.”
He pulled back a
little, looking at Yuuri with sparkling eyes. How could Yuuri say no to that?
“Try to say
Vitenka.” Victor’s voice trembled a little and Yuuri thought he knew why
since his own heart trembled as well.
Yuuri licked his
suddenly dry lips and cleared his throat, gathering courage, very aware that
Victor’s whole attention was tuned in on him.
he said, looking up at Victor.
The reaction was
equally as intense as before, but so much more subtle. Victor’s cheeks flushed,
his ears turned red, and his eyes widened so much Yuuri thought he would pass
out. And the worst was: Victor was quiet. He wasn’t saying anything, wasn’t
making any sounds at all, almost as if Yuuri’s words were a magical spell that
froze him into a living statue.
Yuuri asked. “Are you okay?”
It snapped him
out of the weird state. Victor blinked.
I’m okay.” He covered his mouth with a hand, looking away and mumbling, “It
was just cuter than I imagined…”
relieved. “Can we go back to the matter at hand then?”
right.” Victor nodded and Yuuri looked about the room once more, turning
his back on him. “What were you saying before, Yuu-chan?”
Yuuri was never
struck with lightning, but in that moment he imagined it must have felt a
little like that. His whole body froze, temperature suddenly rising until his
face turned red up to the roots of his hair. Robotically, totally numb, he
turned to Victor.
Victor repeated. “Did I pronounce it right?”
are you okay?” Victor asked, concerned, but he was smiling as if he knew
Yuuri’s internal dilemma.
Sakumoto Art in Drawing Shiritori (Anishi 19.11.2016)
So Kyary Pamyu Pamyu is into the drawing version of the linking word game, Shiritori, and here’s what OTP got up to. Such serious play, these two.
To start, this was Jun’s first go…
… which led to Sho’s first attempt…
… which Keio Chipmunk erased himself and replaced with what looked like a box (hako)…
… causing Kyary-san to draw a kotatsu, but which she erased when Sho-san added details to his drawing…
He decided that adding a stick figure might help.
See the pride he had that he could deliver such an ‘accurate’ drawing…
… though a few more details were again ‘enhanced’ for clarity.
Then OTP decided to kill this shipper’s brain cells with their second attempts, down to one minute on the clock.
Sho-san’s indecisiveness was obviously rubbing off…
… though Sho-kun was quick to catch on to whatever it was that our youngest had drawn.
In deciphering the drawings after time up, we learn that Jun’s…
‘sou-PU’ was originally connected to ‘PU-oh’ (Pooh) Bear…
… till Sho worried that it would be mistaken for a big-eyed bear…
… so he changed it to PO-ol.
It was the second attempt that made my OTP kokoro squeal a little with…
Jun’s fuE (flute) and Sho’s connection of Entotsu (chimney). While everyone was trying to figure out what Jun-kun had drawn, Sho happily claimed that he had no problem figuring it out. That was why he was so quick to fill in his square.
Delusional shipper in me chooses to imagine this… (^_^)
Ahhh~ it’s a fabulous time to ship this revival? pair.
So as I’m walking in there I’m of course freaking out trying to calm down because Jensen is the most beautiful human ever. So as I get up to him, I say hi and ask him for a really big hug. He says of course and we take a picture. I then tell him thank you and congratulations and he grabs my forearms says THANKS BABE and squeezes my arms before I walk away. THEN, a volunteer tells me that I have to retake it because I blinked. So I get back in line and when I get to Jensen he looks at me like what are you doing here (YES HE RECOGNIZED ME FROM THIRTY SECONDS BEFORE BUT IT JUST SHOWS HOW HE ACTUALLY PAYS ATTENTION) and I say I blinked and he giggles and then we retake the picture. AND THEN the same volunteer tells me I need to retake it AGAIN because my hair was in my mouth. So I go back up to Jensen and he’s confused again and I say apparently my hair was is my face this time and he LAUGHS HIS ADORABLE LEAN BACK LAUGH AND I DIE!!!!! So that was the best experience of my life and FYI JENSEN GIVES THE MOST SATISFYING HUGS EVER AND HE SMELLS AMAZING AND IS SO SWEET AND PRECIOUS AND GORGEOUS AND GENUINE I FELT LIKE THE ONLY PERSON IN THE ENTIRE WORLD WHEN HE LOOKED AT ME!!!!
Request: Hi!! I was wondering if you could do one with either Dan + Reader or Phil + Reader about that story that goes around tumblr about how you have timers on yourself (I think your wrist?) that count down the months, days, hours, and seconds until you meet your soulmate, maybe when they meet at a meet and greet?? Thanks!! :D
Pairing: Dan x Reader (I might do a Phil one in the future based of this sort of request, but I’m already working on one for him so I figured I’d write one for Dan too :)
Warnings: Literally none, other than the fact that this is probably terrible writing.
47 days, 12 hours, 5 minutes, and 26 seconds. The arrangement of numbers blinked back at you from their place on your wrist. They were supposedly there to tell you how long it will be until you meet your soulmate, but in all honesty they were just stressing you out more than anything right then.
You pulled a baggy sweater on over your head, watching as the fabric ate away the little blinking numbers. And then you were just Y/N. Awkward, socially stunted, nerdy Y/N, minus all that soul mate business. Funny how a little chip of metal could start to alter all of that.
You pushed a bagel down into the toaster, making a mental note to yourself to actually pull it out before it ended up burning like the last few ties. And then moved on to your coffee, realizing way too late that you had ever so conveniently forgotten to pick up coffee rounds at the store (again) and were stuck with one of the little packs of instant coffee that you had saved specifically for this sort of occasion. You pulled your mug, the white one with little cat whiskers at the top of it, from the cupboard.
After filling it with water and sticking it in the microwave for the right amount of time, you did what a good Samaritan, such as yourself, should have done and started to respond to emails- that is until a little notification popped up saying that Danisnotonfire had uploaded a new video.
It’s not like you could actually be expected to do something productive when there was a brand new YouTube video to watch. And so that’s how you spent the next four minutes of your life (and also how you managed to burn your third bagel that week).
10 days, 1 hours, 52 minutes, and 8 seconds. Over-sized hoodies, sweatshirts, and really just anything with long sleeves became your go-to outfits of choice . Your timer had gotten you panicked over the past few days, the continuously dropping numbers starting to make your anxiety rear its ugly head.
You were grabbing groceries, your earbuds loudly playing Fall Out Boy as you went along, throwing bread, eggs, and Oreos in to your cart. on second thought you tossed in a pack of Mac N’ Cheese too. A dinner for champions, really.
5 days, 6 hours, 12 minutes, and 26 seconds. You’ve never been this stressed. Not even when you had to do speeches back in secondary school. Your fingers curled and uncurled around your mug of tea. It was probably cold now at that point, as it had been sitting on the table for a good twenty minutes, but you drank it anyhow. The TV played an old rerun of Friends, a marathon most likely, and you took a few deep breaths, trying to focus on the show.
1 day, 4 hours, 20 minutes, 14 seconds. You were ecstatic, you had actually managed to briefly push the thought of soulmates out of your mind. You were meeting Dan and Phil tomorrow. The Dan and Phil.
You quickly poured food in to your cat’s bowl, sitting down on the floor next to her as she ate.
“It’s freaking tomorrow. Holy crap. I’m so nervous,” You said aloud to yourself. “Or maybe I’m excited. I have no idea.”
You purposely kept your wrist down, averting your eyes from the numbers. The last thing you needed was more reason to be anxious.
0 days, 0 hours, 10 minutes, 51 seconds. You were there. You were actually there. In the same building as Dan and Phil, surrounded by some of the most wonderful people you’d ever met. The entire idea of timers and soulmates was wiped from your head, and you let yourself laugh with the others in your group as a sweet girl named Eden made a joke.
“What do you think they’re like? Dan and Phil I mean,”Kathrine, the girl standing next to you asked to no one in particular, looking around as she spoke.
“Tall,” Another girl answered with a laugh, and a few others agreed.
“Nerdy,” Someone from the back of the group quipped.
“Nice, I’m sure,”Added the boy to your right, whom you’d helped draw whiskers on earlier. You nodded in agreement. They would be overly nice, surely.
0 days, 0 hours, 0 minutes, 40 seconds. Dan and Phil gave you a matching a set of grins, and you smiled back so hard it hurt. You gave Phil a hug first. And told him you were doing very well when he asked you how you were.
You gave Dan a hug next and before you could stress out about the fact that you were nearly crying on your favorite Youtubers, you heard a soft beeping and felt a strange tingling sensation in your wrist.
He must’ve heard it too as he pulled away quickly, staring down at you with wide brown eyes as he gently pulled up his sleeve, his timer blinking up at the two of you. His blank timer blinking up at the two of you.
You mirrored his actions, tugging your sleeve up far too slowly before coming coming face-to-face with dashes rather than numbers. Your heart beat ten times faster than normal and your stomach was filled with butterflies as you looked back up to him.
AU: “i made my special request for my pizza for them to send their cutest delivery person & here you are and wow did they get that right.” Or: Nico is fairly certain that Piper is trying to ruin his life. Or his pizza. Same thing.
Nico blinked back in surprise, the loose bills in his hand crackling under his tightening hand. “I, uh…what?”
The pizza guy only grinned wider. “You’re pretty.” He repeated.
“Um. I, uh…thanks?” Nico could vaguely hear Piper’s high laugh from the living room and he didn’t know how, and he didn’t know why, but Nico could only swear on one thing at that moment, and that was that this was all her fault.
And, he could also swear that this was probably the reddest he’s ever been. Counting the beach incident last summer.
Nico had to resist from the shiver that came from the memory. That hurt.
The pizza guy grinned, bringing back Nico’s attention, and held out the pizza box. “And you’ve got nice eyes.” He added on, somehow looking earnest and cocky at the same time. Nico didn’t know that was possible, but Pizza boy seemed to be making it work.
“Thanks.” Nico repeated, his neck still burning bright, and he hoped his voice wasn’t as weak as it sounded to his ears.
This whole situation wasn’t helped by the fact their usual pimply high schooler was replaced by a tall, blond, and handsome.
Nico wanted to retreat back into his warm fort in the living room, knowing at least his blanket burrito would never betray him. He could almost see Piper peeking around the corner, Jason probably at her feet, Reyna towering over them all. They were watching him, he was sure of it, and he was even more sure of the fact they were laughing at him.
The guy seemed to finally take pity on Nico as he passed the pizza over. “Special instructions.” He grinned, tapping the receipt taped to the top of the box. Nico turned the box, along with his head to the side, to better read the paper.
Send your cutest delivery boy & tell me I’m pretty. Also, a compliment would be nice.
Nico stared at the words for a long moment, glancing back up the boy. “I didn’t write that.” He felt the need to clarify, “It was uh, -” He pointed over his shoulder, where laughter was now helpfully erupting behind him. “One of them. Piper, probably, because I refused to let her get pineapple on the pizza.”
“That’s just a travesty, pineapple on pizza.” The pizza man agreed, leaning against the wall, seeming satisfied with the whole situation.
“Extra pepperoni and banana peppers are the only way to go.” Nico answered without thinking. It was true. He and Jason had done a very thorough investigation senior year of high school, and that was the very godly combination they finally settled on after several trial runs.
He and Jason were serious about their pizza, okay? And they weren’t going to let Piper run their months of science for the disgraced topping of pineapple.
Pizza boy clenched at his chest at that, “A man after my own heart.” He grinned.
“Here’s, um, here.” Nico held out the bills, “Keep the change.”
The pizza boy took the money, still grinning that stupid smile. He adjusted the company hat on his head, his blond curls crazy and frizzy under the cap, and let his hand fall to the back of his neck. “Thanks…” He glanced at the receipt. “Jason?”
Nico sighed at the laughter behind him. They were probably at the window, listening to the entire interaction with glee. “It’s Nico.” He corrected him, “Jason’s the idiot who let us use his account rewards.”
Pizza boy nodded, “Cool. I’m Will.” He gave Nico a small salute, “Pizza boy extraordinaire. Also, the cutest delivery boy on site at the Main Street location, apparently.”
“Really? The cutest?” Nico grinned at that, always one for teasing.
“There was a vote.” He informed Nico like it was a secret, “Cecil took the loss pretty hard.”
“I would imagine. The cutest delivery boy, that’s a hard title to carry.”
“It has its setbacks.” Will nodded in agreement, “Fighting off the proposals, for one.”
“Really?” Nico raised his eyebrows at that, an amused expression taking place. “You’re just fighting off suitors, is that it?”
“Exactly.” He nodded, looking dramatically relieved. “I’m so glad you understand.”
Nico scoffed out a laugh, turning his face to hide his widening grin. He could still hear the others gathered behind him, he noticed, their low laughter and whispers not nearly as quiet as they probably thought.
“Well.” Nico turned his head back to the other boy, his grin now under control, although his face was still flushed a pleasant pink. “Thank you for taking time out of your busy schedule to deliver this and…for following your instructions.” Nico wanted to pound his head on the side of the doorway by the time he was finished, his awkward voice trailing off. Will didn’t seem to notice, only pocketing Nico’s payment and biting his lip. Usually, Nico would classify lip-biting as an unsure movement, one that he employed on himself often, but with Will it looked completely different on his smirking face. It was his confidence, Nico thought, and his over-cocky manner.
“Anytime.” Will told him easily, probably having no idea how much he was affecting Nico. He turned, one hand tucked away into his pocket, and with the movement Nico could guarantee that he was Absolutely Not instantly drawn to the hand’s destination, the back pocket where it was nicely tucked so it pulled at the already tight fabric –
And Nico’s gaze instantly snapped back up as Will paused, only a few feet from the doorway, and turned back to Nico. He eyed Nico standing there, still holding the warm pizza box with his equally as warm cheeks, and gave Nico just a bright smile, Nico had to blink back in surprise.
“Just cause they were instructions doesn’t mean they weren’t true.” He winked, “Check the back of your receipt if you’re interested.” With that, Will was bouncing down the steps, heading back to the street.
Surprised, Nico flipped over the paper and was even more surprised to see a number scrawled there in thick black marker. Nico vaguely wondered when Will would have even written his number there, but settled for numbly waving back as Will got back into his car, appropriately advertising the pizza company, and drove off. He waved at Nico as he left, and Nico was left holding a quickly cooling pizza and a small slip of paper.
Nico stood in the doorway for another moment, blinking back surprise. He turned, his annoying friend’s laughter still echoing through the hallway, and already began plotting on how to get Piper back.