White boys with straight teeth and blue eyes that can only see what they want to see. Blond hair that seems to do what it wants and somehow they look like artwork without even trying.
Asian men in nice suits with golden watches and the latest technology, a wedding ring that looks like it's been polished. Chestnut colored eyes with short, black hair.
Japanese women who have cute smiles that make their eyes close, that have an almost blind innocence about both the beauty in the world and the scorn.
Tall boys with light dark skin and giant dorky smiles and dorky glasses that you just can't help but love, with flannels that are slightly too big for them cause they're so lanky, and the only big thing about them are their soft brown eyes.
Beautiful dark skinned women with tight curls that bounce around their faces, with beautiful amber eyes and full lips that grab your focus as they speak.
Loving islamic women who wear their headscarves as not only a religious pieces but a fashionable beauty. With piercing eyes that delve into the deepest part of your soul as the simplicity to their appearance and the hidden aspects make it so much more elegant.
Bi-racial women who smile like the sun comes from directly inside them and the moon is their best friend. They have gorgeous curly hair and smaller brown eyes with thick lips and full figures that only they can pull of perfectly. Beautiful styles of blue hues and greens and looking like they've popped right out of the most professional photo one could possibly imagine.
Little Latina women who's eyes cut like knives and who's eyeliner wings look like they'll pick her up and fly away. Beautiful and sexy their voices can both soothe the soul and cause chaos in the heart.
Indian boys with their caramel skin and big eyes that reflect the beauty of mountains, and black, scruffy hair on their faces.
Protective dark skinned men with heavy accents and large arms that are secretly giant softies at heart, with beautiful kind souls. (I always personally imagine them in a nice suit with a gold or mustard colored tie).
Tall pale-skinned women who smile like the Earth was the most beautiful plant and the wonder in their gray eyes makes you think they're hoping there's a next.
Short lighter-skinned black girls with looser curls with bright eyes and wide smiles.
Anonymous asked: (jock!dean & nerd!cas) Cas sending Dean one of those school anon flower valentines day things with a little personalized note (cough cough mean girls) but thinking he’s not going to notice his specially. Little does he know Dean sent one to him as well.
staring at the bulletin board, his mouth dry and his heart hammering against
his rib cage as he read the new announcement.
Day 2016 at Lawrence High
Anonymously send a rose with personal note to
the one you desire, our cupid will deliver the message on Friday February 12th.’
more information about how and where to leave your message, but Castiel knew
that he had to talk himself out of this horrible idea before he gave in.
Because he was this close to actually
doing it. This close to acting on his
feelings, to throw caution to the wind. This
close to finally doing something about his crush on the most popular guy in
A cheerful voice called his name from not too far away, and suddenly an arm was
casually draped around his shoulder. “I can already tell what you’re thinking,
and I think that you should go for it.”
Bradbury, Castiel’s best friend, was wiggling her eyebrows at him, nodding at
the school’s special Valentine’s offer.
sighed, shaking his head. “It’s pointless, we both know that.”
“Oh come on,
you won’t know for sure if you don’t try!” Charlie countered immediately, one
of her hands ruffling Castiel’s hair. “And honestly, if I have to watch you
pine after Dean Winchester for another year, I will end up needing therapy.”
“It is not funny.” Castiel grumbled, giving his
friend a sideways glare.
right, it’s not.” Charlie agreed. “Therapy costs a fortune.”
Castiel warned, lightly smacking his friend’s arm as he continued to glower at
surrendered, holding up her hands, calling a truce.
okay. I’m sorry! I’m just saying, as a friend, that this is your chance, Cas.
And it’s anonymous, so what do you
have to lose, really?”
sighed, staring at the bulletin board again as he pondered that question.
He offered after some time had passed.
shrugged. “Even better. If it doesn’t work out you can join me in therapy,
maybe we’ll get a group discount.”
Castiel reached out to reprimand her with another gentle slap to the arm, she
moved out of the way before he could strike.
I’m saying is, think about it. And before
you start the whole he’s-popular-and-I’m-not argument again… It shouldn’t
matter, as far as I know, Dean’s nice to everyone.” Charlie said, more serious
now. “I gotta get to class, but I’ll see you at lunch, alright?”
muttered a goodbye in return when Charlie turned around and took off, feeling
anxious as he considered the idea once more. The wise thing would be to forget
about it altogether…
One week later, Castiel was deeply regretting the decision he’d made.
He froze in his seat the second the door to the classroom opened in the middle
of Math class. In walked Garth Fitzgerald, the janitor. Some students said that
Garth wasn’t right in the noodle. When looking at him now, dressed in nothing
but a giant white diaper with a pair of fake wings and a bow and arrow to
match, Castiel suspected that they were right.
bearing gifts.” Garth declared in a dramatic tone, holding up his right hand,
the one that held at least fifteen red roses.
matters worse, of course it had to happen during the only class that Castiel shared with Dean. This was a scene taken
directly from one of Castiel’s worst nightmares.
handing out roses here and there, and Castiel bit his lip, sinking lower in his
chair, mortified. Jo Harvelle got one, and so did Victor Henriksen. Meg Masters
got two, and Meg’s friend Ruby had scored three.
Winchester, six for you, the school record.” Garth whistled as he dumped the
roses on Dean’s desk with an elegant hand gesture.
frowned, green eyes narrowing. He looked sincerely surprised.
breathed out for the first time in what felt like ages, feeling a little
defeated. Dean got six, of course. It wasn’t the first time that Castiel was
reminded of just how doomed his infatuation with the guy truly was. He made up
his mind there and then; he was never going to confess that one of those roses
was his doing. Dean would never know that one of the messages came from
Castiel, and everything would go back to normal.
Novak, one for you.”
flinched when Garth’s voice was practically singing his name. Next thing he knew,
a rose was placed on his desk. Almost all of Castiel’s classmates were staring
at him, shock painted on their faces. Dean wasn’t one of them though, he was stiffly
staring down at the roses on his own desk.
already moved on to another victim, and Castiel blinked at his rose,
dumbstruck. There had to be some kind of misunderstanding. No one ever even
paid attention to shy Castiel Novak with the dorky glasses.
nonetheless, Castiel discreetly checked the card.
‘You’re awesome, don’t let anyone ever tell you
otherwise. PS: I think I could drown in your eyes, and I wouldn’t even mind if
tried to hide a laugh. This had ‘Charlie’
written all over it. This was a typical case of Castiel’s best friend trying to
make him feel better. He could appreciate the joke, and he was kind of thankful
that she’d taken the time to make him feel like less of an outcast.
to go find her as soon as class ended, so that he could thank her.
at the library, using one of the school computers. Castiel grinned as he hugged
her from behind, surprising her.
What was that for? You never hug unless it’s a matter of life or death.”
Charlie accused as she turned her head, dragging her eyes away from the screen.
“The last time you hugged me was back in kindergarten when my cat died.”
rolled his eyes. So perhaps she was right, but that was not the point.
I just wanted to thank you for getting me a rose, that was nice of you. The
part about drowning in my eyes was impressive, especially considering that you’re
not even into males.”
hands slid away from the keyboard, and she turned in her chair to stare up at
Castiel, appearing to be completely clueless.
asked, raising an eyebrow. “That sure as hell wasn’t me… I sent you a
friendship card, it should be waiting for you in the mail when you get home.”
no doubt that Charlie was speaking the truth; Castiel knew his friend well
enough to detect when she was lying.
blood turned to ice. Someone had pranked
him. Great. Predictable, but embarrassing all the same. Without thinking,
Castiel rushed out of the library. He heard Charlie call after him, but he didn’t
stop, aiming for some fresh air and some alone time instead…
chilly outside, even though the sun was struggling to break through the clouds.
Castiel shivered as he took in the empty school yard. It wasn’t time for lunch
break yet, which meant that he was alone. Perfect.
He made his
way over to a group of trees, sitting down on a wooden bench that was still slightly
damp. Putting down his bag, he took a deep breath. Now that he could think
clearly, he realized that he was overreacting. It had simply been a prank, and
whoever had pulled it, at least the message hadn’t included any mean or harmful
nearly fell off the bench at the sound of that voice, deep and warm, calling
his name so casually.
Castiel mumbled as he looked up into troubled green eyes. “Dean.” He added in
an even smaller voice when he realized that this was probably bad news.
Like this, Dean
was towering over him, and Castiel felt the need to get up to his feet as well,
so that they at least were on the same level. When he did just that, Dean was
even closer, and Castiel took a tiny step back.
know? Had someone found out about Castiel sending him that rose? Castiel felt
sick to his stomach at the mere thought.
“Can I talk
to you, Cas?”
unknown, Dean sounded nothing like the confident guy that Castiel knew, and it
was a bit unsettling.
“I… Yes, I
guess.” Castiel permitted helplessly, trapped by both those eyes and the
intense look on that handsome face.
but stayed silent for a brief amount of time, as if collecting his thoughts. Castiel
shamelessly used that pause to count the freckles on Dean’s nose, until he
caught himself in the act and swiftly averted his eyes.
think this whole anonymous thing with the roses is one big load of crap.” Dean suddenly
stated out of the blue, breaking the silence and making Castiel look up at him
again. “I mean, why send someone a message if you’re not even gonna tell them
it’s you, right? Besides, it’s weird and awkward…”
Oh no… Dean knew. It felt like Dean’s gaze was boring
right into Castiel’s very soul, digging up all of the secrets that he’d tried
to keep hidden for so long.
contemplated running away and hiding in a cave forever, or moving to the other
side of the country. Anything, something
to get away from Dean Winchester, as well as impending humiliation. But Castiel
was not a coward, never had been. He stood a little straighter, squaring his
shoulders, a confession on his lips, just waiting to spill out.
Dean…” He apologized, loud and clear. “Sending you that rose was stupid, I know
it was irrational, and I should’ve known that it would make you uncomfortable.
I wasn’t thinking…”
dumbfounded expression on Dean’s face that followed after, was not what Castiel
had anticipated. This entire conversation was getting more confusing by the
“You? No Cas, I was talking about me!” Dean blurted out, face turning
pink. “I sent you a rose… I think you’re cute, and smart, and your eyes are
just… they’re gorgeous, okay? That’s what I’m trying to tell you, because otherwise
what even would the point be, huh?”
grinning sheepishly, one hand rubbing the back of his neck as he waited for
Castiel to say something.
couldn’t believe what he was hearing, shocked that Dean even knew he existed,
let alone that he’d taken an interest in Castiel.
“So did you…
Was I the only one who got a rose from you?” Castiel eventually questioned, not
knowing what else to say.
his hand over his heart in mock offense. “Of course! I think one Valentine’s
date at a time is enough, don’t you.” He winked at Castiel, and Castiel was officially
to ask me on a date, Dean?”
“Yeah, I do…”
Dean replied with a grin. “But first, I wanna know which one of those six
messages was yours.”
was reminded of his competition, but he suddenly felt less nervous. This was
Dean, captain of the football team, the popular kid, yet he seemed genuinely vulnerable
when talking to Castiel. It made Castiel confident enough to tease him a little.
you guess which one it was?” Castiel
said, tilting his head as he challenged Dean.
weighed his options, squinting at Castiel. “Okay… Do I get a bonus if I guess
it right away?”
laughed at Dean’s obvious enthusiasm. “You’ll see.”
was staring at him, as if trying to lift the answer straight from Castiel’s
mind. Castiel gladly took yet another opportunity to map Dean’s freckles.
shouted triumphantly, almost making Castiel jump. “It was the message that
compared my freckles to the constellations, wasn’t it!”
Dean, Castiel wasn’t a sore loser. Dean had earned that bonus, fair and square.
In a moment of extreme bravery, Castiel stood on his tiptoes and lightly kissed
Dean on the lips. When Dean pulled him closer and started kissing him back, Castiel
could tell that this was going to be the best Valentine’s day ever.
Victor DEFINITELY rambled about Yuuri to Makkachin before visiting Hasetsu.
He must’ve said stuff like “Oh Makkachin, he’s so adorable! He wears dorky glasses and clothes and even though hes gained a little weight he is still so handsome and his tushy is just the CUTEST thing! I think I love him!”
So when Makkachin jumped on Yuuri, all he was thinking probably was “OHHHHHHH YOU’RE MY HUMAN’S HUMAN!!!!!!! HE WAS RIGHT YOU’RE SO CUTE!!!!! AND I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!!!!!THANK YOU FOR MAKING MY HUMAN HAPPY!!!! I HOPE I CAN MAKE YOU HAPPY TOO!!!!! ARE THOSE MEAT BUNS I SMELL?????? YOU CAN COOK TOO????? WOW BEING YOUR DOG WILL BE GREAT!!!!”
Request: “Hi! I was
wondering if you could do a matt the radar technician imagine? Where the reader
defends him from some storm troopers one day and after that he’s always by her
side. Like he sits with her at lunch, changes shifts with people to work with
her more, brings her her fave snack. He likes her but she has a sorry excuse
for a boyfriend who doesn’t treat her right and matt confesses his feelings for
her and tells her he would treat her way better? And then he also has to
confess who he truly is”
Pairing: Kylo Ren (Matt the Radar Technician) x Reader
Word Count: 3k
Warnings: Kylo is a lil cheeky at the end ;)
“That’s it!” You encouraged, a proud smile on your face. “Just
keep turning it clockwise until you hear a click.”
Matt’s brows were furrowed in concentration as he turned the
wrench, his eyes widening as he heard the bolt click into place. A look of
bewilderment stunned his features, his full lips slightly parted as he watched
the machine’s mechanisms start to fire up, beginning to hum with power once
“I knew you could do it.” Your eyes glimmered as he stood, his
tall figure standing as he emitted his triumph. He turned to you to thank you,
but the words dissipated in his throat.
There you stood, a smudge of oil on your cheek, eyes bright and
lively as you stared back at him cheerily. In the depths of the ship, where you
were surrounded by wires and tiny dark walkways, your entire being was a
glimmer of light. His eyes were drawn to the way your cheeks rounded with your
smile, the slight pink tint almost matching your upturned lips at this point.
Matt reached out wordlessly, using his thumb to wipe away the grease stain on
your red cheek, his fingers lingering on the skin for a second too long before
he dropped his hand.
ME AND @guardianlioness were talking again and found ourselves IMMENSELY DISAPPOINTED by the lack of ageswap AU’s that take advantage of Deku Dad, so I am - that is to say, we are - here to correct that. (also, I’m not begging but PLEASE talk to us about this au because god we love it and we could probably go on for days)
So Deku is the no. 1 Hero of their society!! He and all the others like Uravity, Ingenium and even Grape Juice are staff at UA, the best hero school that side of the city
Toshinori is a Quirkless kid who got abandoned by his parents when he was young, and lives in an apartment by himself
He’s got a friend in Naomasa, and two more in Nana and Gran Torino (who are like older siblings to him), but he doesn’t have much in the way of physical possessions and since he’s Quirkless, people don’t generally notice him.
One day though, he gets caught up in trouble with a wanted criminal and it seems like there’s nothing he can do about defending himself when Izuku comes in to chase the guy off (he’d been looking for the villain for a while)
Since he’s out of costume, Toshinori doesn’t recognize him at first (although he does tell Toshinori that he’s a pro hero)
The villain gets away so Izuku walks Toshinori home while speaking to the police over the phone.
Eventually Toshinori realizes that Izuku is Deku and he kind of has an internal crisis because holy shit he just got rescued by his absolute idol
and like its revealed Toshinori needs somewhere to go (both for his protection since the villain is at large, and because he’s a minor living by himself with no documents or reasons as to why come on) and Izuku, who has taken a shining to this kid who wants to be a hero, decides he’s gonna take Toshinori in
So he does
Toshinori is baffled by this, and he’s convinced at first that if they know he’s Quirkless that Midoriya will leave like his parents did
But eventually Izuku puts it through his head that no matter what he will always have a place in their home
and eventually…. He tells Toshinori about the truth of One for All and his Quirk.
Putting more character and AU info under the cut because I feel bad about how long this is getting
You and Peter Parker had been friends now for a very long time, eight years to be exact. In your eyes he was the perfect guy with his messy brown hair, cute dorky glasses and the adorable smile that appeared on his face whenever he saw you. Knowing he would only ever see you as his friend, you never attempted a relationship between you both. Never even told him your feelings, you didn’t want to lose him.
Peter was like a song that you could never ever get out of your head, on your mind everyday. There’s not been one day since you’ve met that you hadn’t thought about him at least once. Peter on the other hand, he had no problem not thinking about you romantically, well, that’s what you assumed anyway. He’s always going after girl after girl, from Mary Jane to Gwen to Liz. You knew you could never compete with those girls, all of them being smart, gorgeous and kind, well, maybe only Gwen on the kind part.
But you knew you could never be what he wanted, you were the complete opposite of his type. You weren’t the smartest kid, you were just average with no talent to offer. The hair on your head didn’t look gorgeous everyday like the other girls, yours was always frizzy and often full of knots, you try to make it look nice but you’re far too lazy to spend time on your hair every morning. There were permanent dark circles under your eyes from those late night TV show marathons and you often wore nothing other than a simple jeans and t shirt combo. There was literally nothing exciting about you. You were kind to those who deserved it, not those like Flash Thompson who you didn’t have an ounce of respect for after all the kids he’s bullied over the years.
But apart from being a nice person you had nothing to offer, there was no way Peter would ever like you the way you liked him. You often caught yourself day dreaming of what life would be like if you and Peter were together, being able to kiss him and hopefully be his last first kiss and being together for the rest of your lives. But you knew that was far from reality and not ever a probability, you were just the friend.
It was a Friday night and Peter had been invited to a party at Liz’s and somehow managed to drag you along with him. You had actually tried with your appearance tonight, brushing your hair and applying makeup since you had more time and were in the mood to walk in looking like a badass bitch. Maybe it was the fact that you knew girls who liked Peter were going to be there tonight and you feeling and looking confident was like your war paint going into battle. The cherry red heels you wore were clicking against the concrete as you and Peter made your way up Liz’s driveway, stuffing your hands into the pockets in your jacket to hide them from the cold air.
You felt a little giddy tonight after Peter had complimented how you looked when you arrived outside his apartment before. He had told you that you looked breath taking and that was enough to keep a smile plastered on your face for the rest of the evening. You were glad you decided to wear jeans though, you couldn’t find it in yourself to wear a dress, no matter how hard you tried to look good tonight you weren’t prepared to freeze off your legs in this weather.
“You ready Y/N?” Your friend asked, linking his arm through yours causing chills to travel down your spine at the touch. “As I’ll ever be.” Your confidence was wearing thin now, nervous to be in a room full of people whom you mostly disliked. But Peter wanted you to come with him so here you were, like a lost puppy obeying to his every command. You couldn’t deny you were lovesick for the boy.
Entering the house you found yourself inching closer into Peter, the crowds of teenagers let wild in the living room. The music was thumping so loudly that you couldn’t hear yourself think and sweaty bodies were grinding against each other on the dance floor. “So this is what a high school party looks like?” You looked up at Peter with an uneasy expression, this was going to be a long night. He chuckled at your reaction to the drunk teens and pulled you further along into the crowd.
Looking around you could see a kitchen where bottles of alcohol were lined up and a few people were doing body shots. You could have sworn you just witnessed some random guy taking a body shot off of Jen from your math class. Never would have pegged her for a party type. Peter’s eyes brightened a little as he saw something behind you. Curious to see what caused him to act like this you turned around to be face to face with Liz, oh god help me.
“Peter…and Y/N, it’s so nice to see you here!” You could evidently hear the fake excitement she had when she noticed you with Peter. You couldn’t help but stand up straighter, she was not getting anywhere near your guy tonight. You faked a friendly smile towards the girl as your friend on the other hand did the unexpected. “Wouldn’t miss it.” He was smiling so brightly at her as he gave her a friendly hug. You felt your heart drop at the sight in front of you, Liz noticing your changed emotions as she sent you a wicked smirk. Oh great this was gonna be one fun night.
Somehow you were dragged into a game of seven minutes in heaven along with Peter. You didn’t realize they played such primary school games at high school parties but you shrugged and followed your friend over to the group of people playing the game. It’s not like you knew anyone else at this party but Peter anyway.
Nervously taking a seat next to Peter on the ground you lean your chin against your knees, your nerves not doing a great job at hiding themselves. Peter was too busy staring at Liz to notice though, you could literally feel your heart breaking at this sight. He really liked this girl didn’t he? Suddenly Liz stood up gaining everyone’s attention.
“Okay so, whose gonna be the lucky person to spend seven minutes in a closet with me tonight?” She held eye contact with Peter as she spoke, causing the boy to visibly gulp nervously. You considered getting up and leaving but didn’t want to ruin your friends night over a look a girl gave him. She wasted no time in spinning the bottle and just your luck it landed directly next to you, onto Peter.
You gasped bringing your hand up to your mouth, this was not happening. A huge grin appeared on both Peter and Liz’s faces and your heart was just breaking more and more by the second. This could not be happening.
“I’ll be back soon, wish me luck!” He patted your shoulder before rising to his feet and following Liz down the hallway. You were shattered, completely broken. You’d never felt so much pain and such, rejection before, especially not from your best friend. Your eyes began to sting, you could feel the tears starting to fall. There was no way you could stay here whilst you knew the boy you were in love with was with Liz Allan in the other room.
You quickly rose to your feet and sprinted out of the house, not giving a damn that you had no way of getting home. So be it if you had to walk, at least you had time to cry without anyone else seeing. Wrapping your arms around your body you tried to keep yourself warm but it was useless in this cold weather. You sniffled tried to wipe away your tears, but every time you tried your throat would rack up a sob and the tears would start up again.
It wasn’t long before your phone began to ring, you knew who it was but you didn’t care right now. You let it ring out, not caring if he was worried about where you were or what happened to you, he was the reason you were in tears. After your phone had rung for the fourth time you gave in and decided to send him a text so he would stop calling you.
You weren’t going to wait for his reply, turning off your phone and stuffing it into your pocket. The salty tears were still streaming down your face and you weren’t sure if they were ever going to stop. Why did you have to be in love with your best friend?
rules: reimagine your founder (or a sim you made as an adult) as a teen! maybe even on prom night?
For this tag, we have my dearest Amara, a sim for a story im writing (which I haven’t updated in over a month). I won’t reveal too much about teen Amara because she’ll actually make an appearance in my story at some point. But, for the sake of this tag, i’ll throw in a few things.
As a teen, I would say that Amara was sort of dependent on others in the sense that she would make decisions based on the opinions of others. For example, most of Amara’s fashion choices were heavily influenced by her ‘friends’ opinions, like trading in her ‘dorky’ glasses for contacts. She’s grown out of this for the most part, but when faced with difficult or important choices to make, she’ll still tend to lean on others a little.
Lillian had never been exactly loving
growing up, Lena had been remarkably close to her adoptive grandparents,
spending much of her time off from school in their manor, spending holidays
that Lex was away with the very people Lillian both spoke so fondly of and
mostly ignored, often finding herself feeling lighter afterwards—feeling better.
sometimes wondered what had made Lillian so different, why her grandparents
were so kind and tolerant and Lillian was so…Lillian.
wondered, but she never went further than that, deciding she didn’t very much
want to know if the variable that caused such a difference in parental style
was Lena herself.)
she was fifteen, she had spent nearly an entire summer with her grandparents, helping
out her grandmother with odds and ends as her grandfather had fallen rather
ill. She still could remember the afternoons she spent laughing as she and her
grandmother attempted to make cookies though neither of them had experience with
baking. It had always ended in chaos, the man who worked in the kitchens
looking on at the flour caked hair and aprons riddled with raw eggs with poorly
was during one of those afternoons—attempting to make her grandfather’s
favorite cookies—that her grandmother offhandedly joked that the way to
anyone’s heart was through their stomach.
modern au where chirrut is a reckless motorcyclist with sleeves of tattoos, from lines of mandarin to depictions of battles to his boyfriend’s name. he constantly makes excuses to do ridiculously dangerous tricks and stunts because of this conspiracy theory going around, that his boyfriend greatly disapproves of. baze, on the other hand, is visibly tall and muscular, but wears collared shirts and sweaters with bow ties and a big pair of dorky ass glasses. that isn’t to say he couldn’t beat the shit out of you, he just tends to hide behind his glasses and mutter his sarcasm under his breath, following and protecting his impulsive boyfriend.
We all love science husbands and when Tony fics are angst free so here ya go!
“What is it Tony?”
Bruce didn’t even look up from his desk, staring at the lay out for the weapons systems for the new QuinnJet. The Team had requested some pretty intense upgrades and he was struggling with the final plans. He just didn’t know how it would be possible to fit-
“Say, BRUCE.” Tony repeated louder.
“Yes.” Bruce sighed and sat back, rubbing his eyes. “Yes, Tony what is it?”
“So does, you know, being big and green make it difficult to date? Or do ladies really go for that?”
“No I’m really asking here. You know, for science.” Tony’s eyes were sparking playfully even as he tried to keep a straight face. “Do you start the date all hulked out, or pull out the big guns after she’s back at your place?”
“Tony. I live here. The Tower is ‘my place’. And I’m sure everyone can vouch for me when I say I’ve never brought a woman back here.”
“Well, we have a Hulk-safe containment room. Nobody REALLY knows what you do in there.”
“That’s enough.” Bruce turned away to go back to working, and Tony frowned at his back.
“For a scientist, you sure aren’t open to discussing theories.
This initially started out as just Pining!Keith stuff, but then it turned into Modern!HighSchool!AU stuff where Keith has basically gone an entire week trying to write a letter for Lance, and, in that time, Lance has managed to basically tag an entire wall with his desperate heartfelt pleas to ask Keith to prom.
Needless to say, it’s cliche and tacky and adorable