even though it's kind of cheesy

Stuff I've Actually Heard People Say Part 3
  • "If a leaf fell on your face and stayed there, would you eat it?" "Wait. What kind of leaf?"
  • "One time I broke my finger during school, but I just ignored it because I had a test the next period."
  • "I just chugged four bottles of lemonade and ate half a bowl of Milky Ways, I'm ready to go!"
  • "You can't do the splits to achieve your destiny."
  • "Amoebas don't breathe."
  • "I hate this, even though it's to my advantage."
  • "We've gotta trick Ryan Gosling into being a furry."
  • "Who is Mac, and why is he cheesy?"
  • "Ah ha! All I have to do is ram myself into trees!"
  • "You smell like a piece of shoe."
  • "I love contagion food."
  • "Today I cried listening to the Trolls soundtrack."
  • "Ah, but this is a good thing! It just means I can begin manufacturing leg irons!"
  • "If you don't do it, I'll put the paperclips back in my ears."
  • "I thought we were gonna be furries together."
  • "Oh no, they're trying to be relatable!"
  • "I've got some sick hula-hooping tricks."
  • "Is that a pair of pants with no body?"
  • "Get schooled by a cucumber picker!"
  • "Your flowers are fat." "They're still pretty." "They're pretty fat."
  • "Your mouth, your money."
  • "All the money we've paid for violin and piano and voice, and the chicken noise is what gets them every time."
  • "Hey! No one coughs on my mom!"
  • "Yes, a Roaring 20s themed wedding!... but also dragons!"
  • "Everyone must come in their best armor."
  • "They do match! This one says "I love British boys", and the other is a picture of Zayn, who is a British boy!"
  • "I clip my nails, and they keep growing back!"
  • "Congrat! A single congration, no congrats for you."
  • "This is my finished."
  • "Memes will be the death of this country."
  • "I am ready for death to claim me."
  • "Sasquatch and stretch."

anonymous asked:

I am actually dating my crush right now, hes so sweet and he's a big ass dork. We have the same kind of sense of humor and we both come from crazy families so he kinda gets what its like, he is super supportive and even though hes super cheesy I really like him and he makes me super happy ^-^

That’s. So. Sweet.

I have the biggest grin on my face for you right now you wouldn’t believe. I’m so happy that you have a supportive, loving, and what seems like an all-around wonderful boyfriend. 

ML: If you give a cat a cookie chapter 3

Link to chapter 1 here

chapter two here


Paris is a beautiful city. Having lived there all her life, Marinette was use to seeing the buildings, parks, gardens, etc. As ladybug, her view of the city was expanded upon further, seeing it from the rooftops helped show the blunette how marvelous it looked. But this was an experience that was beyond what she had ever known.

She was being carried bridal style as Chat noir effortlessly jumped from rooftop. She was without her costume, the only thing keeping her from falling was the blonde hero in a black cat suit. She could feel every step he took as he dashed, she could feel his arms cradling her softly, yet firm to ensure she was secure. She could feel the wind blow her hair back and see all of the cities shining lights.

It was exhilarating, but yet somehow serene. Normal people would be terrified by the concept of seeing the city this way. But she was having the time of her life!

“This is incredible!” Marinette exclaimed as the cat hero jumped over an impressive gap between rooftops. The blonde teen smiled at the girls excitement.

He could hardly believe that this was happening. He was holding the girl of his dreams as he carried her around the city. Seeing her laugh and smile from the excitement. This night was one of the bests nights of his life, and the night had only just begun.

“I am glad you like your gift Princess. Any places you would like to see? Consider me as your purrsonal Trans-Paw-tation for the evening.” Chat noir smirked as he heard he giggle at his line.

“That was terrible.” She stifled a laugh. She still thought his puns were cheesy, but it was part of his charm.

“But it did managed to get a cute giggle from you, so it served its purpose.” The cat’s grin growing. Her kind laugh was always something that would always make his day no matter how tired he was.

“Fair enough, how about the Eiffel tower? Call it Cliché, but it is my favorite monument in all of Paris”

“Excellent Choice Princess. Though I would highly recommend you hold on tight for this one.” Chat noir answered as his cheshire grin graced his lips.

Marinette wrapped her arms around chat’s neck as the cat hero slightly tightened his hold on her. In a moment, Chat noir sprinted at top speed towards the metal tower.


Within a few minutes, Chat noir and Marinette were right in front of the magnificent monument. Chat noir gently let Marinette down as he pulled out his staff. He extend it to the height of his body and looked at the blunette.

“Going up?” He asked rhetorically. She moved close to him. Chat noir wrapped his arm around her waist as she held on to his shoulders. Chat made his staff extend upright in the blink of an eye. Now just a bit above the top floor of the tower, Chat noir helped Marinette get on to the highest balcony before getting on himself. He retracted his staff back to it’s normal size before putting it back in its place. 

It was absolutely gorgeous. Marinette had been on the Eiffel tower far more times then she could count, yet the view was always incredible. Especially in the night sky with the city lights below shining. The view always seemed to have a magical principal about it, like a place would only see in their dreams or in fantasy novels.

“So Princess, how do you like the view?” His eyes transfixed

“It is amazing Chat noir. Thank you.” Marinette thanked him as her blue eyes sparkled with admiration and gratitude. The blonde teen smiled at the girls kind words. “What do you think of the view?”

“It is something spectacular. I could see this astounding beauty everyday for the rest of my life and still be blown away by how incredible it is. If you were talking about the view from the Eiffel tower, that too is pretty astounding.” Chat noir replied flirtatiously.

“Silly cat. “ Marinette laughed at the flirty comment. Doing her best not to turn completely red from his cheesy yet charming flirtations.

A cold gust of wind hit the two, causing Marinette to shiver a bit. Chat noir noticed the subtle shake and took off the hoodie she had given him. He quickly gave it to her.

“Now I wouldn’t want you getting a cold on my watch. Put this on.”

Marinette felt her face heat up at his kind gesture.

“I-I-I couldn’t! If I took it.. You would be cold.” Marinette stammered as she held the hoodie.

“I am perfectly fine. I am use to being up here, plus all of the travel around the city has warmed me up plenty.” Chat noir reasoned.

Marinette sighed in defeat and put on the hoodie. It was a bit big on her since it was made for him. It felt warm and instantly made Marinette feel cozier then before. She even noticed that his scent was now absorbed into the fabric, which seemed to make her feel even warmer. She felt a twinge of embarrassment at noticing his scent, but she decided to ignore it for now.

“Feeling warmer now princess?”

Marinette pulled the hood over her head and nodded. Chat noir couldn’t help but find this action adorable.

“Good. So where do you want to go nex…”

Suddenly the blunette pulled the cat hero into a soft hug. Catching the cat completely off guard.

“D-Do you mind if we just stay here for a bit longer? It is really amazing up here.” Marinette asked as she looked up into his eyes. The eye contact made them both realize how close the both were.

The world around the two seemed to fade as he returned her hug. The city’s lights seemed dimmer, and the bustling sounds were quiet whispers. The black cat hero’s emerald green eyes were transfixed on Marinette’s bell blue eyes. Their heart beats seemed to synchronize along with their breathes.

Both of their faces mere centimeters from one another. Both could instinctually feel the atmosphere that they were in. Both were innocent in their pursuit of love, so pure. But the feeling that was enveloping them was something that seemed intriguingly powerful.

“Princess…” Chat noir breathed softly in her ear. Marinette’s ears burning at the nickname.

“Y-Yes Chat?” She answered softly, as if raising her voice above a whisper would shatter the world around them.

“I… I would….” he gulped hard and continued. “I.. would love-Like to… to…” His face going red as he tried to say what he wanted to.

“To?”

“To kiss you… I would very much like to kiss you.” Chat noir managed to say. His ears ringing in anticipation for her response.

Marinette felt time stop as the words exited his mouth. His nervous smile and warm emerald look cemented that his words were genuine. Marinette prayed that this was not a dream.

“If it isn’t okay, you can say…” Marinette used her hand and gently cupped his cheek, pulling her face closer to his.

There lips made contact. It was a light touch, a peck, a simple taste. The two parted lips for a second to process what was happening. 

The second kiss was where everything clicked. This was the kiss that blew the doubts of whether this was real or not out of their mind. The confirmation of the feelings they had for one another. It was bright, powerful, and dazzling. Like a firework explosion.

The second kiss quickly turned to a third kiss, which transformed into a fourth. Each kiss becoming more passionate then the last.

After several minutes, the two finally stop to catch their breathes. The two both reflecting on what had just happened.

 “Wow. That was… that was… Dazzling!” The blonde hero  breathed heavily, the kiss taking far more of his energy than the trip around paris. The cold wind felt nice on his red face. He could get struck by lightning three times in a row and still claim to be the luckiest person in the world.

“Definitely.” Marinette agreed. Her face practically radiating heat after the event that just transpired. She felt like she was about to explode from happiness.


An hour had passed when Chat noir had brought Marinette back to her balcony.

“And now you are safe at home.” Chat noir declared.

“Indeed I am. Thank you for that lovely gift.” Marinette said as she smiled at the ground, she felt a bit sad that their time had ended so soon.

“I am glad you liked it.” The blonde responded happily. “Purrhaps I could come by again? If you will have me.”

Marinette looked up to see the cat as he nervously scratched the back of his neck.

“How about next Saturday? Same time as today. I would definitely like to see you again.” 

Chat noir’s eyes began to shine at the comment.

“I look forward to it.” Chat noir then approached Marinette, “May I kiss you again?”

“Of course.”

 He excitingly kissed her, which she happily reciprocated. The two enjoying the tender moment. After he broke the kiss.

“Until next time My princess.” 

Marinette watched as he disappeared into the darkness. She sighed sweetly as she put her hands on her chest, realizing that he forgot to take his hoodie back.

“That silly cat forgot his hoodie.”


Chat noir made it back to his room and transformed back into his civil lain self. He landed on his bed with his heart pounding like an engine.

“Congrats kid. You actually managed to kiss her. She even wants to see your mug next week. I am honestly impressed. Though there is no way you should keep this up. This is a huge waste of my powers” His black kwami stated.

Adrien still on cloud nine. He kissed Marinette! He actually did it. It was something absolutely astounding.

“Plagg, I will get you a wheel of Camembert tomorrow.”

“Make it two wheels and I won’t fight you on it for a month.”

“Ill get you 5 wheels.”

“Do it for as long as you like best host in the world.” Plagg shouted in joy.

Adrien felt himself begin to drift off into sleep. His dreams replaying the events of the night over in his head.


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A few months ago I kind of accidentally found myself at a cheesy all-dude a cappella show at my school 

it was this traveling group and at one point they were introducing a song and had this cheesy little thing about how like “Most little girls’ favorite Disney movie is a princess movie, well this song is from every little boy’s favorite Disney movie”

and they launched into a song from The Jungle Book, which I’ve literally never seen 

and i thought about yelling “FUCK YOU MY FAVORITE DISNEY MOVIE WAS MULAN” 

Jacob x Reader - Happy Birthday, Love

Request:  Since my birthday is coming up on Saturday, may I request a sweet birthday story planned by Jacob? (I’m so late and so sorry)

Requested by @tiaraniaroiyaru

A/N - I did a modern au. I hope that’s okay, but if not just hmu. I kind of forgot which version of (Y/N) I was using on this blog so I settled for (Name). Edit: OKAY THIS TOOK A TURN I DON’T EVEN KNOW WHAT HAPPENED ITS SO SHORT AND CHEESY FEEL FREE TO HIT ME WHAT HAVE I DONE. (For real though, it’s more of a drabble and I’m really sorry for that too. Feel free to aggressively side eye me.)

-

Jacob was charming, you wouldn’t argue with that. From the moment he’d crashed into you while you were talking a walk, you knew you were doomed. That smile drew you in too easily. 

Still as sweet as he’d always been, you never would expected this level of cheesiness from him. 

When he’d escourted you from the house at 3 am, you didn’t know what to expect-something dangerous seemed the most likely answer, especially after last year-but you certainly hadn’t expected to be led to a park. 

“Well,” you muttered as you plopped down on the blanket laid out under one of the trees, “I guess you can be romantic.”

He gave you a playfully offended look, “Of course!” He sat beside you and wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer to him. “I mean, stargazing is romantic, right?" 

You laughed as you curled up against his side and rested your head on his shoulder. "I guess." 

A peaceful silence fell over you, broken only by a few quiet comments about passing planes or the names of the few constellations you recognized. You weren’t sure how long it had been when you had ended up laying on the blanket, head resting on his chest, but it had been long enough for you to become drowsy . 

"Thanks for this, Jacob.” A yawn escaped your lips as you stretched. “If we stay any longer, I think I’m going to end up falling asleep. You got to your feet, expecting him to follow, when he didn’t you glanced down at him, "Are you coming?”

He fumbled a bit reaching into his pocket for something and trying to get to his knees before he finally caught himself.  It took you a moment to realize that he was on one knee.

“Jacob-”

“I know I’m a mess and I drive you crazy, but I love you and I can’t imagine spending the rest of my life without you. (Name), will you marry me?" 

You’d never seen Jacob look so nervous before, even when you’d thought about this happening, you’d never imagined he’d look so worried, but that was the farthest thing from your mind. Hardly a second had passed before you threw yourself at him and wrapped your arms around his neck. "Yes. Yes, yes!” Your next words were muffled against his shoulder. “I love you." 

As you pulled back from the hug, he placed a kiss on your lips, "Happy birthday, love.”

anonymous asked:

Could you write “Is that a gun in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?” for Royai? Your writing is incredible!! Thank you <3

Thank you so muchh!!! You’re too kind, anon! Sorry this took so long, but here you go!

This prompt is from this list, and my askbox is always open if anyone wants to send me anything!


“Is that a gun in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?”

“You and I both know it’s a gun, Colonel.”

Roy looked at Riza as she entered the office, her face drawn in a grimace for having to work overtime alone with Roy, and his smirking at that terrible line, seemingly not even mad about being left with only Riza in the office.

“You’re right, that particular phrase doesn’t tend to work too well on women,” He leaned back in his chair, “You should be the one saying it to me, Lieutenant.”

“I would, sir, if I ever resorted to using such cheesy lines on anyone, which, unfortunately,” Riza dropped her files on Roy’s cluttered desk, “Will be never.”

“Oh come on, Lieutenant, you have to admit some of these are hilarious,” Unfazed by the growing pile of papers on his desk, Roy stood up.

“All of them are terrible,” Riza crossed her arms as the Colonel rounded to the other side of his desk and came to stand in front of her.

“Hey Riza,” He cocked his head to one side, and Riza sighed, mentally preparing herself for what was to come.

“What, Colonel?”

“If you were a vegetable you’d be a cute-cumber.”

How was it that every pick up line Roy seemed to have just got worse and worse?

“If you were a vegetable, you’d be a couch potato. Because you use your work as a pillow instead of actually doing it normally,” Riza couldn’t help but retort. However, instead of discouraging Roy, he seemed to take it as a challenge.

“Hey Riza,” He leaned back onto his desk, and surveyed Riza’s unimpressed face, “Can I follow you home? Cause my parents always told me to follow my dreams.”

“Hayate would go berserk if he thought someone suspicious was following me.”

“If this office is a meat market, you must be the prime rib,” Roy kept smirking, and Riza was immediately overcome with the urge to turn away and leave.

“I’m the only rib here,” Instead, though, she indulged Roy in another comment.

“It’s a good thing I wore gloves today. Otherwise you’d be too hot to handle,” He fired back, and stood up so that he was once again close to her.

“You wear gloves every day. It’s a weird obsession of yours,” Riza waited for him to close the distance between them.

“You wound me, Lieutenant,” Roy clutched at his heart, “But even so, I will only stop loving you when an apple grows from a mango tree on the 30th of February.”

God, the pickup lines just got worse and worse…

But in a dumb way, Roy was kind of adorable telling them. At every single cheesy one-liner, Roy’s grin grew wider, and his eyes lit up brighter. It was almost like he was a teenage nerd again, trying to win her friendship through chemistry puns. Even though Roy may outwardly have a stern, brooding demeanor, in reality he was such an embarrassing dork.

And as much as Riza hated to admit it, this was one of the many reasons she had fallen in love with Roy. Seeing his excitement at terrible chemistry puns and even more terrible pickup lines was endearing in its own, strange way. Honestly, if he wasn’t such a weirdo, Riza didn’t know how their relationship would work out.

“Hey baby, I must be a light switch, cuz every time I see you, you turn me on,” This time, Roy whispered into Riza’s ear, and she almost batted him away, despite actually beginning to enjoy herself.

“Riza, You’re so hot, I bet you could light a candle at 10 paces,” Roy continued, somehow almost telepathically picking up on the fact that Riza, despite her initial protests, liked his stupid jokes. Damn, he knew her too well.

“Colonel, I thought you were the only Flame Alchemist here,” She turned around to him,

“Riza,” His warm breath managed to tickle the hairs on Riza’s neck, “You know what this shirt is made of?”

“100% Amestrian-grown cotton.”

“Boyfriend material.”

Roy wrapped his arms around Riza, and she laughed at first, lamenting the fact that she had fallen in love with such a dork.

Upon hearing the laughter spill from her mouth, Roy pecked her cheek, “There we go! I knew one of these lines would work!”

Riza only laughed harder, “If anything, I’d be less willing to go out with you after listening to that mess! Any weaker woman may have even slapped you in the face for trying to pick her up like that.”

“It’s a good thing I have the strongest woman I know right here in my arms, then,” Roy’s hand ran across her back, the silk of his gloves incredibly smooth against the cotton of her uniform, “Besides, I’d never really use any of those lines on anyone outside. I do have a reputation to uphold as the city’s hottest bachelor and slickest womanizer.”

“Yes, I suppose so,” Riza brought her own hands up to twiddle the gold rope hanging from his shoulder epaulet, “But I guess that does raise the question of why you know them all.”

“A long while ago, Hughes threw a book at my head screaming at me to get a wife, and as it turns out, some author had the time to type hundreds of wonderful pickup lines out for me to use.”

“That still doesn’t explain why you seem to have memorized them all,” Riza leaned her head on his shoulder, not caring about the gold stars pressing into her cheek.

Before answering, Roy brought his own head down to rest on hers, “I find them very amusing, Lieutenant, and even though you try to deny it, I know you do to.”

“I do not.”

“There she goes again…” Roy sighed, but Riza could still feel the smile on his lips.

And she was absolutely sure he could feel the same small smile on hers.


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belle-sourires  asked:

now gimme more Luke/Hana =3

My pal my friend you know me too well. Bring on the flowertown!!!

-Hana actually has a really nice voice (untrained tho it may be) and Luke just adores listening to her hum or sing 
-i’ve mentioned duets before but coNSIDER!!! Luke loves rapping a lot, but once he falls for Hana, he just really really wants to sing something sweet with her so he writes a really adorable and heartfelt ballad and even though Hana is really shy about her vocal talents, she still agrees to sing with him and the end result is like high school musical levels of cheesy but their voices blend really well and the words are so sweet that it’s a good kind of cheesy. 
-during Cute Snuggles™ Luke will hum and Hana likes to rest her head on Luke’s chest and feel the vibration and listen cos its v relaxing
-Luke is a huge nose booper
-Hana sometimes steals Luke’s hats and wears them around and Luke thinks it’s the cutest thing bc the hat’s way too big and Hana constantly has to push the brim up
-bla n k e t sn u g g l es
-Luke dedicates at least one song to Hana on every single one of his albums
-light-hearted prank wars that usually end with giggly chasing and huggy captures and cute kissus
-they’ll go out to town on dates a lot and whenever they’re out late, Luke will carry Hana at the first sign of a yawn (mostly he just wants an excuse to have her face closer to his)

every time i think about homestuck being almost over, i get hit with such a weird surreal feeling cuz like

i wasnt a part of homestuck from the beginning, but i remember it being around and hearing people talk about it and having that curiosity.  i was the person who gave it a quick look and got bored right away and then never continued reading it until years later.  a friend convinced me to read it and stick with it, and god was it a wild ride.  i never expected to be SO into something like i was with homestuck.

homestuck is the reason my tumblr even exists.  homestuck has been a huge inspiration for me artistically, and drawing fanart of the characters was super fun.  homestuck introduced me to a community of such wonderful people.  ive met lots of really cool, amazing people because of homestuck.  i got into cosplay, something i always wanted to do, because of homestuck.  ive been inspired by so many fantastic homestuck artists, and im honestly so glad i even got to be a part  of this experience before it ended.

its a sort of bittersweet feeling knowing that so soon, homestuck is going to be over.  im kind of sad i didnt get to be a part of the fandom earlier(though, seeing some of the posts about how crazy it was almost makes me glad i didnt pff), but ive made some great friends because of it.  its been a crazy long journey reading this messed up webcomic, and though id like to say im ready for it to end, i dont really think i am.

but, cheesy as it sounds, all good things must come to an end.  and homestuck was definitely a good thing for me.

The Break Up

Characters- Reader x Sam

Word count- 741

Summary- readers comforts Sam mainly fluff.

Originally posted by samwinchesterappreciation

“Shit” Sam blurted out angrily slamming his phone to the wooden table. You rounded the corner into the bunkers library just in time to see him sink into the chair. He let out a lengthy exhale while he ran his long fingers through is thick brown hair. Poor Sam had defeat written all over his face.

“You ok there Sammy?” you asked sympathetically with obvious concern in your eyes.

“Yeah, I’m good” he said shortly unclenching his jaw.

“Hey Don’t you lie to me I know you better than that. What’s going on?”

“Apparently I’m a lying asshole that needs to get his story straight and is now single”

“Wait what happened to Maggie? The two of you were fine two days ago.” You asked pulling out the chair next to him and taking a seat.

“I had to lie to her, again… so we could go on the case. She said she had been cheated on before and knows when someone is sneaking around.” He paused for a minute and slightly shook his head in frustration “For some reason I thought I could have something normal. It’s never worked before don’t know why I thought it would this time.” He said why a sad look in his eye

“ You have to look at it this way your heart was still in a good place. I mean yeah you lied but why… to keep her safe, to keep her from knowing what we know. Not everyone is cut out for this type of life.” You said leaning over placing your head on Sam’s shoulder while tossing an arm around him to give him a comforting squeeze.

“That’s just it I hate the fact of having to lie. It’s not just lying about where I’m at or what I’m doing its lying about who I am.”

“ I always look at it this way things happen for a reason , even though it seems like most of the time they really fucking suck, they happen. If your ment to find someone you will or they’ll find you. It’s just a matter of time. Hell Maybe one day you will find another hunter and have a bunch of cute little hunter babies you never know.” You said with a cheesy little smirk.

“ Maybe not sure about the babies but maybe someday” he said happy you finally got some kind of smile out of him even it it was half assed.

“Oh I just had the best idea to put you in a better mood just give me a minute” you said to sam and you eagerly jumped up from your seat. You loved Sam to death and could stand him being down.

“Ok” he said with a questioning look on his face at all your enthusiasm you seemed to get out of nowhere.

You ventured off to the kitchen rummaging through the fridge grabbing a few beers and some chips to snack on. You hurried to your room quickly pulled up Netflix and found the horror section. Once you had everything you went back for sam.

“Come on get your butt up” you giggled while grabbing his had to pull him out of his chair. Hand in had you drugged him down the hall to your room.

“Ta-dah ” you said doing you best Vanna White impersonation. “the perfect remedy for a break up. Beer, chips and horror movies with multiple different serial killers to pick from, ya know for that weird little fetish you have.” Winking at him.

“It’s not a fetish” sam says furrowing his brows as snatching one of the beers up.

“Fine obsession what ever you want to call it it’s weird but I’ll look past it just for tonight.” You teased as the two of you sat on the bed and got comfortable.The movie had started it was quite for a short while when Sam looked over at you.

“Thank you, for all of this. It’s good to have at lest someone I don’t have to lie to and can just be myself with” he said looking over at you with a sweet smile.

“Just doing what you would do for me.” You said snuggling up to his side. He placed a light kiss on the top of your head.

“Maybe this did happen for a reason (Y/n) and I think your one of the best things that has happened to me I just was blind to it till now.”

also requested by thecoolcheryl

  • Who accidentally pushes a door instead of pulling/vice versa: Cameron, definitely. Head in the cloud.
  • Who doodles little hearts all over the desk with their initials inside them: Cameron again. The boy’s got it bad.
  • Who starts the tickle fights: Cameron tries, but he still hasn’t found the one place where Kirsten is ticklish. He tried the back of her feet, and she accidentally kicked him in the head.
  • Who starts the pillow fights: Kirsten. She shows no mercy.
  • Who falls asleep last, watching the other with a small affectionate smile: Kirsten. Then she takes his glasses off so he doesn’t crush them in his sleep.
  • Who mistakes salt for sugar: Kirsten. Definitely not foodie Cameron.
  • Who lets the microwave play the loud beeping sound at 1am in the morning: Usually Kirsten. But when Cameron does it, he makes more of a racket running across the room to turn it off, than the beeping makes on its own.
  • Who comes up with cheesy pick up lines: Cameron. Kirsten thinks she’s being very kind by just rolling her eyes. Still, they are kind of amusing.
  • Who rearranges the bookshelf in alphabetical order: Cameron, which completely throws Kirsten off. Until he did that, she knew exactly where each book was.
  • Who licks the spoon when they’re baking brownies: Kirsten helps herself to liberal amounts of batter while baking. 
  • Who buys candles for dinners even though there’s no special occasion: Cameron keeps a small stash in the cupboard, and he likes to pull them out from time to time.
  • Who draws little tattoos on the other with a pen: Neither one of them is much of a doodler.
  • Who comes home with a new souvenir magnet every time they go on vacation: Kirsten starts a collection of unsent postcards. It’s a cross between cheap art and a souvenir.
  • Who convinces the other to fill out those couple surveys in the back of magazines: Definitely Cameron. Kirsten only agrees when he starts doing it himself and intentionally fills in the most ridiculous answers for her.

send me a pairing and i’ll tell you who does what

anonymous asked:

Is it a common thing for INTPs to be super clingy with their friends or someone they really like the company of? I'm INTP but I'm so attached and concerned about my friends and can say such cheesy stuff to them? When I want friendship, I get cheesy.

Yes. I am always messaging the two or three really close friends I have and pestering them about how they’re doing and what books they’ve read and stuff. Sometimes I think I must get annoying, but there’s this part of me that wants a little companionship, even if I have to wring it out of people.

We INTPs are a lot less gruff and grim than we may appear on the outside. There’s a definite cheesy romantic side to us that rears its head most inconveniently and embarrasses us every once in a while. 

I think secretly most INTPs kind of like that side, though.

A 3 + 1 fic, because why not?

One

“Sid?”  Geno looks up from Sidney’s computer, eyebrows high.  “What’s this?”

Sidney feels his stomach sinking at the look on Geno’s face–eyes bright, lips pressed together, head cocked like he’s trying to decide whether or not to start mocking him.  It’s a look Sidney’s intimately familiar with, because his boyfriend is kind of awful.  He stops flipping through the channel guide and gets up to go look at whatever it is Geno’s found, reminding himself that it can’t be anything too bad, because he knows what he does and doesn’t look at on his own computer, and …

Shit.

“Oh, that.”  He’s pretty sure that he fails in his attempt at casual as he leans down to smack Geno’s hand away from the track pad.  “Flower sent me a link,” he lies.  “Thinks he’s funny.  Here, I’ll just–”

“Link you to site for ‘Valentine Date Night Ideas’?” Geno asks, attempted innocence ruined by the choked laughter he can’t quite keep out of his voice.

“It’s not funny,” Sidney says with a roll of his eyes.  He still hasn’t managed to wrestle control of the computer back–Geno keeps grabbing it again every time he tries.  “Just let me close the page!”

“Why?”  Not even trying to hide it anymore, Geno laughs outright and blatantly cheats by darting a hand in to attack the ticklish spot over Sidney’s ribs.  “You want it to be surprise?”

“Oh my god,” Sidney wheezes, twisting away.  “Would you just order dinner already?”

“Is not answer, Sid,” Geno grins, but finally relents and types in the address to pull up the menu for the Chinese place.  “Okay.  I wait.”

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Two

The thing of it is, Geno is the undisputed winner when it comes to Valentine’s Day.  Sidney knows this because Geno’s told him so.  On more than one occasion.  And while normally Sidney would argue–you can’t win Valentine’s Day, and even if you could, you can’t just declare yourself the winner without a fair and legitimate competition for the title–he has to grudgingly admit that yeah, he really is.  He doesn’t know too many details from Geno’s past relationships, because that’s a rabbit hole neither of them particularly want to go down, but he’s well aware that big gestures are kind of his thing.  Sidney has the vague idea that at least one girlfriend got a gross of red roses for Valentine’s Day; another, unless he’s very much mistaken, received a puppy, red bow around its neck and everything.

Last year, their first year as an official couple, there was champagne and strawberries and a hot air balloon ride.  A hot air balloon ride.  Who even does that sort of thing, outside of cheesy fiction?

His boyfriend, apparently, the giant romantic loser.

Not this year, though.  This year, Sidney has a plan.  His mind doesn’t have a natural romantic bent; he’s had to put in a good amount of effort to put together the perfect evening.  He believes, however, that he’s finally managed it.  The perfect evening.  Geno isn’t going to know what hit him.

It’s so good, in fact, that he’s only thrown a little bit when he finds half a dozen brochures for romantic getaway destinations, squirreled away in Geno’s underwear drawer.  Behind him, Geno turns over in his sleep, and Sidney shuts the drawer again after he shoves the pamphlets back under a ragged pair of boxers.  Pulling on his pilfered pair, he heads downstairs to make coffee, snagging Geno’s tablet from the bedside table as he goes.  It’ll be at least another hour before Geno drags himself out of bed–Sidney has plenty of time for some fine-tuning.

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Three

“Look, I’m not trying to talk you out of it,” Flower says again as they ease through a green light.  “I just want to make sure you’ve thought it through.”

“What makes you think I haven’t?” Sidney demands.

“It’s not that.  It’s just …”  Flower sighs.  “I know you want to make him happy–”

“Of course I do.”

“I know that.  But he won’t be happy if you do something like this just for him.  He wants you to be happy just as much as you want that for him.  All I’m saying,” he adds, holding up a hand to forestall Sidney’s defense, “all I’m saying is that you shouldn’t do something just because you think he wants it.  Just be sure you want it, too.”

Sidney lets the words hang between them until he’s turned off the road and into the parking lot they’ve been looking for, parked the car and turned off the engine.  It’s good advice.  Sound, solid, reasonable.  Flower is his friend, and he wants the best for him; Sidney knows that.  But.

“I do want to do this,” he finally says.  “I’ve been thinking about it for months, and it won’t just make him happy.  It’s really what I want.”  He offers his friend a crooked grin.  “And if it lets me finally one-up Geno, even better.”

“All right.”  Flower finally lets himself smile, giving Sidney an encouraging thump on the shoulder.  “Let’s go win you Valentine’s Day.”

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+1

“I’m disappoint, Sid.”  The words, teasing as they are, make Sidney’s stomach twist.  He tries to focus instead on the smile teasing up the corners of Geno’s lips, the way he looks in the light from the candles burning between them.  “Weeks of secret phone call, hiding computer; think you’re planning something big.”

“You don’t like the dinner?”  Sidney asks.

“Is perfect,” Geno assures him quickly.  “Good food, wine is nice.”  He reaches out, tangling his fingers with Sidney’s on top of the table.  “Private.  Can hold your hand without embarrass you.”  His smile broadens.  “After dinner is my turn, though.  I’m win then.”

“I’m not done yet.”  Sidney swallows hard.  “I thought about trying something big.  Mario was gonna pull some strings for me, let me use Consol.”  He smiles weakly.  “I was gonna get a bunch of flowers.”

“Don’t need flowers, Sid,” Geno says softly.

“You like them, though.  I wanted to give you something big.  Memorable.  But … honestly, I realized if I tried, I’d just feel like an ass the entire time.  This should feel like–like me, you know?  So I decided to do it this way, instead.  Just you and me.”  He eases his hand out of Geno’s, and with one last deep, fortifying breath, rises out of his chair and sinks to one knee.

“Sid?”  Geno’s eyes have gone huge, and Sidney is terrified, but he’s committed now, and damned if he’s going to back down.

“I can do big gestures if that’s what you really want,” he says, pulling out the small velvet box that’s been sitting in his pocket like a burning ember all evening.  “There’s no one else I’d ever want to try that for.  And you can win Valentine’s Day every year after this, I don’t mind, just …”  He licks his lips and opens the box to show Geno the ring that he and Flower picked out last week.  “Win it with me?”

Geno’s laughter is the last thing he expects, though he supposes in terms of rejection, it’s not as bad as it could’ve been.  Geno’s hand closes over his shoulder before he can stand again, though, and with his other he reaches into his own jacket.  The box he pulls out is nearly a twin for Sidney’s, the ring inside simple, traditional–exactly what Sidney would’ve picked out for himself.

“Are you serious,” Sidney says flatly, and Geno laughs again.

“We call this year tie, maybe?” he suggests, beaming, and then Sidney is smiling too, laughing in return as he lets Geno haul him to his feet.

“The trip you’re planning doesn’t count,” Sidney says against his lips, “if it’s for our honeymoon.”

“Okay,” Geno agrees, both of them still smiling almost too much to kiss, though they try.  “I win next year instead.”