god look at his face when she says they're not friends

How them 2000s live actions kids shows be
  • Normal Girl: *internally* I'm just a normal high school girl. I suck at math. I hate my parents. When someone asks me about my opinion on complex socioeconomic issues, I just go "What the heck!?" and start "texting" or something like that. My life would be just like yours, except for one thing: I have an amazing power... I can talk to cetaceans!
  • *at the docks, a bell tolls as our normal protagonist hears the voices of cetaceans bubbling in her mind*
  • Normal Girl: *staring deeply into the ocean*
  • Best Friend: Ahoy! What're you doing?
  • Normal Girl: Just staring into the oceanic abyss, thinking about how much I hate my parents. *internally* I have to keep my ability to speak to cetaceans secret or else... uh...
  • Best Friend: Haha, I feel that, friend. What a colorful life we teens live, our seaside environment awakening a rumbling darkness within ourselves of which we mull on our own with nothing but the unbounding depths of the ocean as our one escape. An escape which serves to only maim our fragile egos with newfound adolescent anxieties.
  • Normal Girl: What are you even talking about?
  • Best Friend: I don't know. I haven't slept in a week. Let's go to the mall.
  • *at the mall*
  • Normal Girl: *internally* My town might as well be called Lamesville. Nothing ever happens here, but the mall can be pretty fun. It's only place in the whole town with anything in it that isn't fish or excessive amounts of woodlice.
  • Best Friend: ...So I'd just dance and I'd dance until my feet broke. When that happened, I'd just get up and dance on my broken feet. And I did this until they were raw and blood was everywhere. I kept waking up in the morning extremely exhausted after this dream. I decided to record myself one night and it turns out I was dancing in my sleep. I haven't slept since I saw that. *leans in close to the normal girl* I'm afraid of what I'll do in my sleep.
  • Normal Girl: Wow, sounds weird... I guess. *sips coffee*
  • Best Friend: OMIGAWD! It's Chad Alphakid. He's coming this way!
  • *the normal girl and her best friend squee*
  • Normal Girl: *externally* That's Chad Alphakid. Who is he? He's only the hottest most coolest boy in this entire lame city. I've been crushing on him since I was like twelve.
  • Chad: Uh, okay.
  • Normal Girl: Did I just say that out loud!?
  • Chad: *sits at the table* Listen, I don't care what you or your friend think of me. I need help!
  • Best Friend: Have you murdered somebody?
  • Normal Girl: Do you need a girlfriend?
  • Chad: No, it's the ocean. The sound of her waves crashing against the shore is like a faultless siren song. There isn't a single night where I don't have visions of floating within her cold embrace. The allure of her boundless depths beckon to me like a lover. I'm afraid that if I don't get help soon, I'll find myself taken away by her to a fate unknown.
  • Normal Girl: *internally* Great, this is a chance to finally use my power to speak to cetaceans to my benefit! *externally* But why do you need us to help you?
  • Chad: You guys are the biggest fucking degenerate weirdos in this washed up town. If anyone knows how to deal with this, it's you two.
  • Best Friend: Haha, truuuuuu!
  • Normal Girl: I'm not a weirdo! I'm a completely normal girl.
  • Chad: Dude, you fucking talk to fish.
  • Best Friend: You do talk to fish.
  • Normal Girl: I don't talk to fish! *internally* I talk to cetaceans, they're mammals, not fish. Also, that's supposed to be a secret, dammit!
  • *at the shore*
  • Chad: Ah, Mother Ocean! Take me!! Take me!!! *attempts to run into the ocean, but gets held back by the normal girl and her best friend*
  • Best Friend: Simmer down, aqualad!
  • Chad: Why did you fools take me here, if not to release into the embrace of sweet Mother Ocean!?
  • Normal Girl: We talked it over and we decided that the best way to get you over your obsession is make you hate the ocean.
  • Chad: Does it involve you talking to fish?
  • Normal Girl: Yes, I mean no. I mean, fuck! Cetaceans aren't fish.
  • *the normal girl sits at the edge of shore, her eyes rolls up in her head as she proceeds to make fucked up porpoise sounds*
  • Normal Girl: *falls over limp*
  • Best Fried: She died.
  • Chad: Does this mean that I'm free to wade into Mother Ocean and meet my fate among her ever chaotic waes?
  • Best Friend: *lets chad go* Yeah, dude. I'm too far gone to care about things anymore.
  • Chad: *strips off all of his clothes* Good. I now understand that there was no avoiding this. This was always a forgone conclusion. My fate is with the waves. Sayonara, weird best friend guy.
  • Chad: *runs into the ocean*
  • Best Friend: *kicks the normal girl's body* Guess she really is dead.
  • Best Friend: *walks home as the night encroaches* My closest friend is dead, and Chad is probably dead too. I wonder where my fate lies?
  • Best Friend: *yawns* Maybe I should go to sleep and just dance myself to death finally. No, I don't think I could go to sleep even if I wanted to anymore. I'm probably going to die from exhaustion in the next few days, not having felt rest or comfort again. Or maybe I'll just stay awake forever. I feel like I was supposed to have an epiphany here, or some type of awakening. But, there's nothing. I feel like everything I've ever done has been pointless. God, I'm just really tired.
  • *back at the shore*
  • Porpoise: *beaches itself*
  • *a gray fleshy version of the normal girl crawls halfway out of the porpoises mouth*
  • Normal Girl: There goes my corpse! *drags her weird porpoise body towards the corpse* Why did I die with such a dumb expression on my face? Lame! I hope Chad didn't see.
  • Normal Girl: *looks around with beady eyes* No one's here. I can finally do this.
  • Normal Girl: *kisses her dead body on the lips* Blargh!
  • Normal Girl: *spits out blood* I bit my tongue when I died. Gross. I guess I can cross making out with my dead body and becoming a mermaid off of my bucket list, though.
  • Normal Girl: *sighs*

anonymous asked:

Jily AU: Your photos keep showing up on my iPhone, and the internet helped me track you down. Now we’re kind of celebrities, and also I think you’re hot. (Inspired by "I Followed My Stolen iPhone Across The World, Became A Celebrity In China, And Found A Friend For Life" on Buzzfeed)

The article can be found here. I recommend it. It’s a wild ride. Some liberties were taken with the prompt. 

Because James is a fucking idiot, his phone gets stolen.

He knows he’s a rowdy drunk and he knows the three word mantra any university student needs when they go out (‘phone-cash-keys’) but Sirius has bet that he can take more Jägerbombs than James and he’s never been able to back down from a challenge. He doesn’t even think twice about whether his phone is in the pocket of his jeans or his coat, the latter of which he leaves at the table. He swears Peter is sitting there when he leaves, but when he comes back ten minutes later and a whole lot dizzier, the table is empty, coat and all.

He and Sirius find Peter later, crouched over a toilet and heaving with Remus patting his back. James has the decency to wait until his friend is done vomiting to ask, “Pete, d’you have my phone?”

If possible, Peter gets greener. “Sorry,” is all he gets out before shaking his head and clutching his stomach.

Peter ends up feeling worse about the whole thing than James does. James is upset to have lost all his pictures and apps, and he’s livid at the wanker who decided to grab his phone, but ultimately, he can afford a new phone and he can take new pictures, so in a few months he’ll likely get over it. But Peter insists that because James left his phone with him, it’s Peter who owes him a new one.

James attempts to refuse. Peter doesn’t have the kind of money to replace his phone, and James isn’t about to put that on him.

“My friend Dung knows how to get an iPhone for dirt cheap,” Peter claims, and reluctantly, James agrees.

And so it begins.

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anonymous asked:

So, what if Guz has a thing for chubby/over weight girls, but since he lives on a beach island, they're hard to come by, and completely falls head over heels for the new chick on the island. The grunt girls don't get it and think it's a joke so they pick on her and take her Galvantula after a few very difficult attempts. Guzma is furious and there's hell to pay but he's still a nervous faux confident dork when trying to return him to her.

I wanted to make this a little happier. so only one grunt makes fun of you. The other ones including Guzma just wanna smash. (and go out with you)

“Hmmmmooooooooh my god! Baby girl’s got it goin’ on wit that booty eatin’ up them lil’ shorts!”

“Right?! Brah how the shit we gonna talk to baby girl? Gotta think a somethin’ original. Somethin’ that’ll make her all hot ‘n bothered!”

The grunts had Guzma at “booty eatin’ up them lil’ shorts”, which for various reasons got his attention and caused him to lean over the decrepit railing a little further to hear what the two boys at the bottom of the staircase were saying. Guzma was on the rebound. One of the girl grunts with stringy pink hair hadn’t been wifey material. Too high strung for his taste, and so skinny and obsessed with her looks that it had tired him out trying to reassure her after a while. But when she hit him after he disagreed with her that had been the final straw. So despite the tears and text messages begging him to get back together with her, Guzma was on the lookout for another piece of ass.

Shame he couldn’t find anyone to make it worthwhile. He watched with a snarl on his face as the grunts below were gesticulating wildly, talking about a “super cute shorty” that had been at the malasada shop in Malie City. You were supposedly a new face compared to the same old locals they saw day in and day out, had been feeding a dry malasada to your spider pokemon that Guzma assumed was an Ariados until he heard:

“Nah man, that ain’t no weird Ariados like Boss Man got.” Said one. “That’s a Galvantula.”

“Hoooooh boy, God been reading my dreams.” Moaned the other. “The hell I gotta do to get a piece of that thick, strong Pokémon trainer ass? I’d give anything for her to talk to me… Totally fucked it up when she looked at me an’ I threw West side at her!”

“ ‘s one a them reflexes.” Replied the other, patting his friend’s shoulder. “She come up to me wantin’ to know where the library was at ‘n I fuckin’ axed her if she wanted to battle! Wiped the floor with my sorry ass using like two bug Pokémon, but she put my money in her back pocket! Like to think that’s kinda the same thing as touchin’ that juicy booty a hers.”

Now he was extremely interested. In fact Guzma was just about to go downstairs and ask the boys where they’d last seen you when another grunt, couldn’t have been more than thirteen, came running at them with a rather cute little purse in the shape of a watermelon.

“Look guys!” he squeaked. “Got that ugly hoe’s Pokémon for ya! It’s one a them spiders right? Wonder how much its worth. Stupid easy to swipe from that dumb bitch when she went to pick up her napkin from under the table!”

He began laughing. Thinking naively that he’d done good, that he’d probably even be commended for his good work. In the middle of a hearty laugh he was about to ask his brothers if he’d done good, when a large hand swiped the bag from his hands before the two grunts could lay into him.

“Boss man?!” one of your admirers squeaked. Guzma looked harshly at the young one with an expression that indicated he’d get a good beating later for being cruel. He briefly asked the two where you were headed to last, got two very shaky replies that he could find you in the library if he hurried before it closed, and immediately was out the door stomping off into the rain.

Turns out he didn’t have to walk far. He found you immediately in Ula’Ula Meadow, the only one there crying as though your heart was about to break. A kind little girl was rubbing your back, trying to console you by insisting together with her and her partner Oricorio you would all find your companions.

“We’ll find your friends.” She said gently, rubbing your back. “Galvantula aren’t common here. Someone’s bound to, oh! Please sir!”

She flagged Guzma down, running swiftly over to him.

“My friend… She can’t find her Pokemon! Someone took her bag and everything when she was picking some trash off the floor. Have you seen a bag that looks like a yellow and red watermelon? It’s got a Galvantula, Dewpider, and a Fomantis!”

Guzma was so captivated when you looked over at him, eyes widening in realization when you saw the bag that hung limply at his side. He tried to hold it out to the lass in front of him, attempting to speak, but your captivating glance rendered him mute.

“My bag!” you cried joyously, running towards him and taking it gratefully. “You found my bag!”

“That’s your bag?” asked the other girl, stars in her eyes as she looked at Guzma innocently. “Wow! Thank you so much sir! You have no idea how much it means to her!”

Nothing came out of his mouth. His entire being was consumed with the way you smiled, with the way you wrapped your chubby arms around him and cuddled him in a hug. You were vastly tiny compared to him, but he couldn’t help but understand what the grunts were talking about.

Every aspect of you was adorable, from your cute head with a sunhat to your cute feet.

“…Welcome…” he muttered.

“I have to thank you somehow mister!” you insisted, still holding him in a hug and looking up innocently. “Let me treat you to something? You like malasadas? I can get you all the ones you want?”

He might’ve said yes, because the last thing he knew was that he was tripping over his own two feet in his haste to follow you through the meadow and off to town where you were going to treat him to a meal.

This must have been what winning the lottery felt like.

amaranthined  asked:

for your kisaobi prompt request - lifeguard au! either they're coworkers for the summer at the local pool or one is the lifeguard and the other is "drowning". frequently.

Obito has the worst friends in the world.

“No, no, it’s easy,” Kakashi says in that particular breezy bullshit tone he apparently thinks makes him sound earnest. Which is ironic, because he actually sounds like a dick. Because he is a dick. “You’re trying to get his attention? All you have to do is drown.”

Obito cannot even begin to imagine the mortification that would entail, especially if Kakashi is part of it. “Fuck off,” he says grumpily, kicking his so-called friend in the thigh as hard as he can manage without moving. He’s finally managed to steal the patch of shade, and if he moves Rin is going to steal it back. It’s safe enough for him to turn his head, though, and he casts a mostly-covert look at the lifeguard’s chair.

Even looking at him upside down the man is gorgeous. It should probably be against some sort of natural law to have that many muscles.

Rin, from where she’s supposedly working on her tan but actually mostly pouting about Obito stealing the shade, rolls over the rest her chin on her crossed arms and hums in a way that means nothing good for Obito’s dignity. “Maybe you should eat a lot before you go swimming,” she suggests cheerfully. “That way you’ll get a cramp.”

“I don’t want to get a cramp!” Obito squawks, batting sand at her in offense. “If I get a cramp I’ll drown and drowning is not sexy!”

“Of course it’s not sexy,” Kakashi says cheerfully. “The sexy part is when your lifeguard hunk drags you out of the water and gives you mouth-to-mouth. Maybe CPR, if you want him to get his hands all over you.”

“Yeah, because having my ribs broken and air forced into my lungs sounds like a great first date,” Obito snaps, and wraps his arms over his face with a groan. “I should burn all your romance novels. Why am I even friends with you two.”

“Because you love us.” Rin makes obnoxious kissy noises, then sits up, brushing sand off of her stomach. She tips her floppy sunhat back, checking up and down the beach, and then sighs dramatically and flops back down. “Of course you two gay jerks would pick the one beach in Konoha that’s all guys,” she complains. “Where are the women?”

“I’m pan,” Kakashi reminds her mildly, though he takes a moment to lift his eyes from his book and check out the ass of a jogger in very brief green shorts as the man bounces past them. “But really, I don’t know what you’re complaining about. The view here is amazing.”

Obito, watching the lifeguard stand up to stretch only to reveal an absolutely ripped abdomen and the jut of sharp hipbones, makes a wistful, hungry sound and nods fervently.

Rin’s sigh is full of contained disgust. “Next time I pick the beach, and boobs are going to be involved.”

“Fine by me,” Kakashi says cheerfully, and jabs a toe into Obito’s ribs. “Why are you lying on your stomach? Your abs are your only redeeming feature. Roll over so he can get an eyeful if he looks this way.”

“Fuck you,” Obito tells him, and just to be contrary stays where he is. His abs are hard-earned, but they also come along with all the scars. Like fuck he’s going to show those off if he doesn’t absolutely have to.

Kakashi eyes him like he knows what Obito is thinking, and hums in quiet dissatisfaction. Then, decisively, he snaps his book shut at sets it aside, and says, “Oh, would you look at that. The volleyball net is free.”

Obito squints at him suspiciously. “We have one eye each,” he says. “Our depth perception is shit. You really want to play volleyball?”

“Last week I hit you in the head with a pencil from across the living room,” Kakashi tells him. “Don’t try to use the eye as an excuse for your lack of aim.”

“If I remember correctly,” Obito retorts, “and I do, I pegged you in your stupid skull with one of those trashy novels you leave everywhere. Screw you, my aim is fine!”

“How about you prove it?” Rin suggests, bouncing to her feet and grabbing Obito’s arm, then Kakashi’s. “Come on, before someone else gets there!” She gives them a sweetly innocent smile and says, “Obito, since you were on the volleyball team in high school, it’s only fair if Kakashi and I are on one team, right?”

Obito groans pointedly, even as he allows her to drag him to his feet. “How the fuck is two against one fair, you witch? And isn’t the tied coming in? The net’s going to be right in the water soon.”

“You’re so negative,” Rin laments. As soon as she has him on his feet she gives him a hard shove in the back, practically jamming her elbow into his spine. “March, and be happy. We’re at the beach, Obito.”

It takes effort, but Obito refrains from pointing out that he didn’t even want to come in the first place, but Rin blackmailed him into doing so because she’s under the impression that he doesn’t get out enough.

As he’s dragged past the lifeguard’s chair, Obito can’t help one more look, because god. If he could see more people who looked like that guy, he’d sure as hell spend more time in public.

Of course, just as he looks up, admiring thickly muscled thighs and well-shaped feet in worn flip-flops, the lifeguard looks down, and of fucking course he catches Obito’s eye because Obito is staring like a creeper. And, because the lifeguard is a kind man who’s clearly used to people ogling him like deranged stalkers, he offers Obito a friendly smile.

Obito feels himself turning red to the tips of his ears, and ducks his head with a sound that is very definitely not a mortified whimper.

At his side, Kakashi makes a sound of despair, but locks their elbows together and hauls him forward without stopping, leaving Rin to trot to keep up. “You’re so lame,” Kakashi says, and Obito has to splutter even through his embarrassment because of the sheer hypocrisy of that statement.

“You—you are so much lamer than me that I don’t even know how you can say that!” Obito protests, even as Rin trots over to rent a volleyball from the bored-looking man at the booth. He tries to kick Kakashi in the ankle, but Kakashi sidesteps it, turns sharply enough to pull Obito off balance, and almost manages to evade the foot Obito hooks around his ankle as he goes down. Obito is just a bit too quick for him, though, and drags Kakashi down with him.

Sadly, Kakashi is all lean, wiry muscle, and he gets his legs between them as they wrestle, twists sharply, and heaves, and Obito yelps as he goes rolling down the beach, losing his grip on Kakashi’s sunscreen-slicked skin. Obito splutters through a face-full of sand, staggers halfway upright as he tries to get his feet under him, and feels someone below waist-level slam into him and then a child’s shriek. Too late, though—he’s off balance and staggering, and one step back—

His foot hits rock, then empty air, and he has just enough time to curse viciously at every deity bored enough to listen to his two horrible ex-friends before he’s tumbling off the boulders that edge the deeper part of the water. He hits spine-first, hard enough to knock the air out of his lungs, and then cool water is closing over his head. Obito inhales a mouthful of water and feels his lungs burn with the overwhelming urge to cough. It takes a second to orient himself, to try and find the surface—

An arm loops around his chest, dragging him up, and before Obito can do more than gasp he’s breaking the surface, the man who’s holding him hauling him back onto the rocks in a surge of powerful muscle. Obito’s too busy coughing to be able to pay attention, sadly, though he does spare a moment to appreciate the big warm hand that splays over his spine, keeping him from jerking too hard.

“Easy, easy,” a deep voice says. “You didn’t hit your head on your way down, did you? The rocks are nasty right here.”

Obito shakes his head, chokes up what feels like half a gallon of seawater, and finally manages to lift his head.

It’s the stupidly attractive lifeguard. At this point Obito isn’t even surprised. He’d be even less surprised if Kakashi and Rin orchestrated that whole fucking thing.

Seeing as they’re too far away for him to give them the evil eye, he ducks his head, hoping his ears aren’t turning red, and rasps, “Thanks for the save.”

The big man chuckles, and if he hasn’t realized yet that he’s lightly rubbing up and down Obito’s back in a mindlessly comforting gesture, well. Obito certainly isn’t going to be the one to tell him. “Not a problem,” he says easily. “I was just getting off shift, so I was right here. Looked like Murphy’s Law had it out for you.”

“Or meddling friends,” Obito mutters, and raises his head just enough to glare at the pair of assholes by the volleyball net. Being Kakashi and Rin, they don’t even bother with chagrin, just wave cheerfully.

Obito is going to murder them.

“You’re sure you’re okay?” the lifeguard asks again, watching him closely. He’s frowning a little, and it puts a cute little wrinkle in his brow, and Obito is fucking doomed, okay. Doomed.

“I’m fine,” Obito tells him, and cautiously sits up straighter, rubbing at the faint ache in his chest. The lifeguard’s hand doesn’t slip off his back, which is a little surprising, and when Obito looks up at him he’s still watching Obito with that furrow between his brows, dark eyes concerned. He’s so fucking handsome, and it’s not fair because Obito just tripped over his own feet and almost drowned in front of him, and there’s no going back from that first impression.

The reassurance doesn’t so much to ease the man’s frown, though, and he wavers for a moment, then says, “Want to come sit up by the boardwalk with me? I usually get some food up there after my shift, and getting away from the water for a bit might help you get your balance back.”

Obito opens his mouth to tell him he’s here with his friends and that he can’t leave them, then remembers that they’re both filthy traitors and he’s never going to give either of them so much as the time of day ever again. Besides, the lifeguard is way too fucking cute, and he’s handing Obito an excuse to talk to him on a silver platter. Obito would have to be the idiot Kakashi always calls him to say no.

“Sure,” he says instead, and maybe leans a little more heavily on the man than he absolutely needs to as the lifeguard rises and pulls him to his feet. “I’m, uh. I’m Obito. Thanks again for saving me.”

“Kisame,” he returns, with a faintly bashful smile, and it takes him about three seconds too long to let go of Obito’s fingers. “Glad I could help.”

You can help yourself right into my pants if you want, the little voice in Obito’s head that sounds like Rin says, and Obito stomps it down and firmly squashes the urge to actually say it.

Instead, he clears his throat, trying not to sound like he gargled saltwater, and offers Kisame his best attempt at a charming smile. “Can I buy your food? As a thank you! Not—not as a date. Uh. Unless you want it to be a date? Because that would be fine. Great. Oh god, feel free to shoot me down any fucking time now.” Mortified, he presses his hands over his face.

There’s a long, startled pause, and then a faint chuckle. Obito risks a peek through his fingers to find Kisame rubbing the back of his neck, a flush washing color into his cheeks. He doesn’t quite manage to meet Obito’s eye, but he’s smiling when he says, “If we’re going to make it a date, we should get ice cream, too. my treat.”

The rush of air that leaves Obito’s lungs is pure relief, and he almost wants to collapse right back into the sand. “I—yes. Definitely. Ice cream sounds—uh, really good.”

Kisame has a gorgeous smile. It crinkles his eyes, shows off white teeth and the dimples in his cheeks. Three dimples, which is entirely unfair. How is Obito supposed to fucking deal with three dimples on one face?

“Yeah,” he agrees, grinning. “It does.”

Matthew Daddario Quotes
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  • "Can't wait till they invent phones with keyboards."
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  • "How many artichokes can you eat in one sitting?"
  • "No, go back to my idea!"
  • "Maybe, they'll throw the books out. Just not follow the books anymore."
  • "Hey guys did everyone floss today? You gotta floss every day. Otherwise, your dentist makes you feel bad."
  • "I play piano but I won't call it a talent."
  • "I'm the funniest person in the cast and that's simply because everybody else is so painfully unfunny."
  • "There is literally no memory left in my phone. I took fourteen thousand blue sky photos and I need all of them."
  • "Send him photos of fried chicken and crab cakes."
  • "I have a dentist appt tomorrow. I'm not gonna brush my teeth tonight. Also not going to shower. This is going to be painful for everyone."
  • "You are not trash, you are lovely!"
  • "Don't sign contracts in your blood. It's usually not required by any reputable party."
  • "He's slippin' out his little tongue eating snail treats off the ground."
  • "I will eat anywhere in the house. I'll eat cheese crackers in bed!"
  • "He looks down and sees this wonderful man. He hops down there and smooches that man right on the face. Right in front of everyone."
  • "...it's not fair that he is more handsome than me!!!"
  • "Don't do the hokey pokey around witches."
  • "They're never gonna release the deleted scenes to you guys because they're racy and inappropriate."
  • "This video is going on social media!"
  • "I'm ashamed to admit I lied about the selfies. The phone is 98% cow pictures and I can't delete them. I need a new phone. Forgive me."
  • "Thank god I started sandpapering my feet when I was four."
  • "Is Alec appreciating at an increased rate because of an increase in demand? Or is it the same rate as before."
  • "Note, some alpaca do not appreciate head pats."
  • "If humans lived in barns, we'd be smelly, too."
  • "Had to delete all my cow photos to make room for selfies, so I will say 'I appreciate you, cows.'"
  • "Wow. It's spelled Gollum. Wow. So disappointed. Hiding my own cell phone for the next two weeks."
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  • "Sometimes when I travel between dimensions, I think, man, I should really buy a sailboat."
  • "If I was running for President, my VP would be a well trained golden retriever."
  • "Who's not going to watch Hamlet in space? I mean, Space Hamlet!"
  • "I just think we should all acknowledge what is awesome about Harry!"
  • "I like eating food after dark."
  • "Generally, people avoid kissing their sister in a healthy life."
  • "If you don't like my zebra leggings, it's because you just don't understand zebra leggings."
  • "I think we should provide more showers for cows."
  • "If I'm having a bad day, I eat pizza."
  • "I hope Google uses the same algorithm to encrypt my email as my pocket does to tie knots with my headphones."
  • "I would own a farm. Not like growing crops but maybe have a few animals like cows, and maybe an alpaca or a llama. I would chop wood all day."
  • "Dog. #dog. Dog. Dog."
  • "Had fun tweeting with/at you guys. Phone is about to die. Gonna go get more double-A batteries."
  • "The jackhammer has been joined by his friend, the concrete saw. Rare that you get two music legends right outside your window like this."
  • "Interdimensional cat smuggling is severely punished. But you can make a killing on the black cat market."
  • "You should just give up on me like I did. So done with me right now I can't even."
  • "What am I fan of? No one's ever asked me this before! Oh man."
  • "I don't know why they say that. I think they're poking fun at me."
  • "Congrats. You deserve that sailboat."
  • "I don't know. I don't have any pet peeve. Yapping little dogs, I guess. Buttons that don't go up right."
  • "Donkeys look like rabbit horses."
  • "Everyone is all, 'follow your heart.' If that worked I'd be watching Shadowhunters in my spaceship."
  • "Am I making this up?"
  • "I don't condone it, but I understand it, and therefore, I will not pass judgment on it."
  • "I can eat a pound of pork rinds."
  • "I am your bird king!"
  • "Baby pigs or baby cows? They're both good options."
  • "I have deleted a single photo from my phone. I have room for one selfie. Living on the edge. If it happens, no second chances."
  • "She gets it at a Shadowhunter tailor where we get all our stuff. Are you serious?"
  • "My cell phone is not the most important thing in my life. It just feels that way."
  • "Kill her immediately. Problem solved."
  • "You're not me? Most people aren't, in my experience."
  • "Man I've spent a whole year talking about sailboats and I could have just jumped on this SHIP."
  • "Reminder not to cite 'game of thrones' as my motivation for getting into politics."
  • "To all the people who threaten to punch me in the face... Do I have to be concerned or is that a love thing?"
  • "Put this on?! Fit it on my body?!"
  • "I’m going to shave today. Nobody will recognize me and I’ll have to reintroduce myself to all my friends."
  • "Don't get me started on this question."
  • "Okay, quick question. What does it mean when someone says they are your 'trash?' Asking for a friend..."
  • "Wait, 'SexyBack' is by Justin Timberlake?"
  • "Everyone's smooching everyone and Alec just wants to do his job. That's why he's the best and deserves a big smooch."

anonymous asked:

Sup! I loved your recent heart/head meta. Pretty much agree with everything you said. I was just wondering what your read was on that glorious face caress from 4x13. I always interpreted it as their first flirtatious intimate moment. Like Bellamy, literally just touched her, because he WANTED to. It wasn't about comfort that time. And Clarke's reaction was just cute. Idk, I just found that to be such a leap in the intimacy they've always shared. What were thoughts on that particular moment?

Thanks nonny! Glad you liked my meta (not so recent now since I took approximately six years and seven days to answer this ask).

That glorious face caress is one of my FAVOURITE moments of the finale (there were a lot) and, honestly, the whole show. Seriously. Whenever I see it giffed on my dash I have to take at least a ten minute break from scrolling just to stare at it and die half a million small deaths.


Originally posted by morleybell

(Adding gif by @xladymorganx cause I couldn’t find one that showed her face after the caress AND IT’S SO IMPORTANT OMG LOOK AT THE WAY SHE’S LOOKING AT HIM)

I like how you say it was Bellarke first flirtatious intimate moment. They’ve had flirtatious moments before, and they’ve had intimate moments but the oxymoron scene manages to combine both of those elements and the end product was MAGNIFICENT. There’s so many things that I love about it, I don’t even really know where to start - Bob and Eliza (especially Eliza, just look at her face dam) capture so. much. in this short little scene and I can’t believe how layered it is.

This moment, in retrospect, feels so tragic and heartbreaking. You can just see in Clarke’s eyes that she knows something is wrong, and she doesn’t think she can stop it this time. There’s this massive sense of foreboding that she feels and you can see it in her eyes. But what really breaks my heart about it is that there’s also so much love there in her eyes. You can tell in the way she sort of lingers after his touch that she wants more, she wants to lean into it. And that’s how I interpret her initial expression where she stares at him and just kind of blinks and looks away - almost like she’s shy, like she’s a girl falling in love for the first time (even though we know she’s fallen in love before). 

But when she looks back, it’s almost with a kind of resignation. She looks sad, because she just can’t shake the feeling that she might not make it out of this alive, and she knows that she may never get to have that kind of relationship with Bellamy. But she wants it, dammit. So badly. And it hurts so much because she knows that she can’t have it. 

Not just because she thinks there’s no time, (it always a problem with time *sigh*) but because if she’s right, and if she dies, then it means she would leave Bellamy behind. Clarke has been there already, losing two of her loves right after finally confessing her love/starting a relationship, and she just can’t put Bellamy through that pain. She can’t tell him she loves him, or kiss him, or hold him in the way that she wants to because she believes that she will die, and knows that when she’s gone it will only be even more excruciating for him to let her go. 

She doesn’t hold back because she wants to, she does it because she loves him too much to put him through that heartbreak of losing her right after finally getting to love her in the way they both want. 

Fuck. I’m emo about this all over again. did i ever really stop being emo tho

I think that, in the fandom, people like to focus a lot on how Bellamy looks at Clarke - which does make sense, considering a lot of people first started shipping Bellarke based on the evolution of Bob’s subtle expression changes when staring at Clarke - but sometimes there’s a scene where Clarke is looking at Bellamy like THAT and it just kills me. Repeatedly. I love the way Bellamy looks at Clarke, don’t get me wrong, but we talk about it all the time and I feel like we just don’t talk about it as much with Clarke.


She is SO in love and you can see it right there in her eyes. Clear as day.

You know what? I think I just realized something about this moment that makes me love it so much. Clarke’s wall that she has so carefully built up has just … completely evaporated. She is so vulnerable in this moment, unlike basically any other time we’ve seen her. Every emotion is right there on her face to see: the fear, the love, the dread. It’s all there. She just can’t hide it, not with Bellamy.

And that bare, uncovered honesty and vulnerability … that is intimate. The way Bellamy reaches out to touch her, without even really thinking about it because it just feels right, is intimate. And the way that she doesn’t stop him, almost leans into his touch, is intimacy too.

How many people do you let touch your face? Because I fucking hate when people touch my face. If a stranger does it, it’s creepy. If a friend does it, it’s weird. Face caresses like that just aren’t platonic gestures. You’d only let someone touch you like that if you feel 100% and totally comfortable around them, if you really love them. 

You’re right - the intimacy runs deep in this scene. 

And like you said, there’s no real reason for Bellamy to reach out to touch her face. He could have just mentioned that she’s burning up. It wasn’t even really meant to be comforting (although it probably was comforting for Clarke, to some extent), it really seems like Bellamy just impulsively reached his hand out to touch her because she was right there and he. just. couldn’t. help. himself. 

Fuck. He loves her so much (!!) I’m actually physically aching right now.

The way he caresses her face is SO SOFT I could literally cry about it. And her face fucks me up in so many ways (which I’ve already talked about). I crave death, holy shit.

Man, why would you do this to me nonny? I’m DYING. 

This moment is everything

anonymous asked:

I've been reading your fics (they're all amazing bless you), and I was wondering what's your writing method for staying in character between everyone because you're so good at it! <3

man i wish i had a good answer. tbh i think i’ve just watched vld too many times, but here’s a quick guide for the major traits i see in all the characters and some tips for writing them. it’s not exhaustive or absolutely correct. this is just my perspective and how i try to characterize them.

(quick note: if you break from these traits, that’s when i think you can get a really impactful scene ie. if hunk is the one arguing that they run toward danger.)


  • dialogue: quiet when he’s uncomfortable, thinks before he speaks, uses dorky slang, probably the most witty when he’s comfortable, always trying to hold himself back but wears his heart on his sleeve despite this, would never whine, explosive and belligerent when he’s at his wit’s end, stoic doesn’t hesitate to ask for help or scream. internally: highly self critical, pragmatic, motivated by a strict moral code, definitely overthinking it, never deceptive (even when trying to be), biggest weakness is shiro (canon) and anything that requires him to choose between his friends and what he thinks is morally right, very uncomfortable with the spotlight, the Most Determined, i started this fight and i’ll end it. appearance: doesn’t care, hair in his face, sweaty jock boy, fast and leggy, gimme them high kicks, folded arms, intense, most likely to jump off something because it seemed convenient.

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anonymous asked:

But could you write a Drabble? About Sasuke finding out about the boy on boy? Like maybe Sakuras pretending to be so innocent and Sai brings it up innocently as a correction

“They are great novels,” Ino insisted, eyes narrowed defensively as she stared at her longtime childhood friend. “I mean, there’s no denying that Jiraiya was a distastefully perverted man—but he sure knew how to write the steamiest stories!”

Sakura scowled. “You’re out of your mind, Pig. The Icha Icha series is gross—but of course you have no taste, so it’s to be expected you’d like it!”

Ino gaped, before glowering furiously “You bi—have you even read any of them?”

Sakura nearly sputtered in reply, cheeks flushing hotly. “I—no! Of course not! But I’ve glimpsed enough pages from Kakashi-sensei’s books to know how awful it is!”

From his place by his wife’s side, Sasuke exhaled a long breath and closed his eyes, rubbing the bridge of his nose. Ino and Sakura were nearly always a headache to be around when they bickered together, and in the seven years they had been married, he still had yet to get used to it.

“Oh? You two are fighting again?” a familiar voice called, then—one that only ever irritated Sasuke all the more. 

He had never grown used to Sai’s odd ways and disturbing smiles, after all.

“Honey!” Ino exclaimed, as she’d turned in her seat and taken in the sight of her smiling husband. “You’re back from your mission?”

Stepping closer, Sai leaned in and kissed his wife hello, before taking the seat beside her own and acquiescing, “Yes, I’ve just gotten back from my mission report with Hokage-sama.”

Ino wasted no time taking his hand in hers, interlocking their fingers. “Well it’s about time,” she said, raking her nail against his knee in a not so subtle move. “I’ve missed you…”

Sakura made a face, throwing an incredulous look Sasuke’s way. The latter merely shrugged, unsurprised at the blonde’s antics. After all she had always been rather blunt, in this way.

“So did everything go well, Sai?” Sakura called then, voice a bit sharp in the hopes of bringing back the two murmuring parents back to their more immediate reality.

Blinking, Sai turned his attention to her and smiled that strange smile of his, nodding assuredly. “It did. No unforeseen problems,” he said. “Now what were you and my wife fighting about this time, Ugly?”

Sasuke’s fist curled, nose flaring in annoyance; he never liked hearing that nickname Sai was so keen on giving her even after all this time.

(the only reason he always pushed himself to ignore it, these days, was the fact that it never seemed to bother sakura much.)

“Your wife is a perverted Pig, that’s what,” Sakura snorted, leaning her head against her palm.

Ino reddened. “Not my fault you’re such a prude, Forehead!” she retorted, flipping her hair over her shoulder. “God, your sex life must be so boring if you can’t even appreciate some decent erotica.”

Far from it, Sasuke thought to himself, lip twitching a little in the corner. He sipped on his glass of water to hide it.

“Just because I find those novels awful, it doesn’t mean that I’m a pru—”

“My wife never got a nosebleed from watching two naked men in action, though, so I think that probably makes you the bigger pervert, Ugly.”

Silence took between the four ninjas, tense and long. Sasuke’s brows raised in question; he turned towards Sai, who was still smiling strangely, and blinked. Had he heard right?

When his gaze shifted to Sakura, who was turning unbelievably red, he only found his thoughts confirmed.


“In fact, if I remember correctly, one of those clones Konohamaru made was disguised as Sasuke—”

“One more word, Sai, and I’m going to rip your spinal cord right out of your ass,” Sakura growled, redder than Sasuke had ever seen her.

A snicker left Ino’s mouth at this. “Oh, Forehead, I never would have thought—”

“I think it’s time my wife and I take our leave, then,” Sai said, tugging on Ino’s arm to keep her from saying anything else. “I’d rather we spend some quality time at home rather than being pummeled into a two week hospital stay.”

At this, Ino seemed to perk up, easily allowing her husband to pull her away from the small street booth. “Don’t you dare think that I’m going to let you get away with this, Forehead! I’m hearing the rest of this story, you hear me?”

“You wish!” Sakura yelled back, still as flushed as ever.

A silence took over the two of them as they were left alone.

“…Should I ask—”

Cutting off his words with a loud, shameful groan, Sakura hid her head between her arms, completely humiliated. “Oh gods, can we please not talk about this here? It’s so embarrassing…”

Unsure of what to say or do anymore, Sasuke merely nodded, and let a silence take place between them once more.

But then, after a long moment: “…It wasn’t with Naruto, was it?”

Sakura let out a muffled moan. “Worse.”

rad-lionz-deactivated20170902  asked:

Okay okay what about a uber happy ukulele playing MC?(lmao not really ukuleles but they're so happy instruments it's just more laughter.) Like SHES so hAPPY N SILLY ThE sUn IS jEAloUs oF HER sHiNE. JUst precious. More precious than Yoosung, more precious than V. Very hAPPY, HEALTHY, OPTIMISTIC AND IN TUNE WITH HER EMOTIONS. (None of that I'm acting happy when I'm actually sad LIKE I HAVENT SEEN THIS AND I N E E D IT???? ) RFA+V+Saeran pleaseee

ask and you shall receive, my friend! one happy cinnamon roll mc coming up!! 

hope you enjoy❤~  [side note: she/her pronouns for mc!]


  • isn’t mc just the cutest??? how can one person be so happy and cute?
  • look, he literally can’t get enough of her 
  • she brightens the room, his apartment, his life 
  • anything she does is adorable, zen could probably die 
  • he becomes extra cuddly and kissy and oh my go d 
  • she has a positive outlook on anything and it totally affects him 
  • her laugh is the best melody he’s ever heard. her smile is brighter than the sun
  • she knows how to make him smile in less than 5 seconds
  • these two are the most supportive couple 
  • but also….
  • Guard Wolf Zen Activated - must protect the adorable mc at all costs
  • he hears the slightest hint of a catcall, he gives that person the death glare
  • then grins back to mc when they leave 
  • tries so hard not to corrupt her you’re gonna have to eventually, zen
  • also, im sorry, she what? plays ukulele??
  • guess what: the cutest and most giggly couple song covers!!


  • oh my god, she’s cuter than me
  • isn’t even upset
  • is! so!! happy!! that!!! she’s!!! happy!!!
  • she cheers him up no matter what and turns everything into something happy
  • everyone she meets leaves with a smile and is more energetic 
  • rika who?? mc is the real magician
  • the ‘smiley face food’ couple
  • mc’s ketchup smiley is much better, though 
  • she makes him really feel like superman yoosung aww
  • like, as long as she keeps sticking with him, he could probably do anything
  • the animals and his staff also love her?? oh my godddd 
  • yoosung has been caught more than once just daydreaming with a smile on his face because mc is so cute
  • also what’s personal space?? when they’re together, they’re arm and arm
  • love love loves her singing and playing. it relaxes him
  • flowers minus well be popping out of these two 


  • jaehee: *softly* holy moly im gay
  • mc’s smile is so enchanting and jaehee can’t handle it
  • just the sound of her voice makes jaehee feels invincible 
  • she aspires to be that happy
  • one day, mc gave her a cup with a little foam heart (like the pic, you know)
  • and she swears, she nearly faints
  • mc is the cutest thing
  • look, she’s so cute how can jaehee not give her cheek kisses??
  • when they get home, though, jaehee is super cuddly
  • also! mc is so supportive of her interests, it makes her feel so special and loved 
  • then jaehee finds mc playing ukulele 
  • and that she’s singing one of the zen songs from the movie they watched last night?? 
  • mc sounds? so good??
  • jaehee can’t help but join in 
  • and they’re all grins and singing, though it’s like 8am 


  • the polar opposite of jumin
  • bUT she makes him laugh!! 
  • and he smiles a lot more with her
  • it’s not just “he’s nicer” no, no. listen
  • he’s so much happier. 
  • those tangled threads? mc untangles them so easily
  • she helps him sort out his emotions healthily and help him get in tune with them
  • she even made him a little song to help out
  • he hums it a lot, because she made it for him. it also helps a lot
  • also mc is the actual cutest in his eyes, elizabeth got knocked down a peg
  • but its okay, since elizabeth loves mc too 
  • she hugs elizabeth and elizabeth meows happily
  • jumin can’t believe she has this effect on pets, too
  • it’s amazing and she always knows how to help him with anything

707 / luciel / saeyoung

  • aw no, she’s so precious
  • he can’t help but get attached 
  • and even if he tries to avoid her, she just spins it into a positive light?
  • she’s also..always like that. he’s never seen her sad 
  • he knows he has to protect her with everything he has 
  • once, during a “i’m dangerous” episode, mc brought out her uke and sung to him
  • wow that snapped him out of that fast
  • loves to lay his head in her lap while she plays the uke or with his hair and tells him stories about how happy he makes her
  • he always responds by saying she makes him even more happy
  • they like kissing like that 
  • they’re also a ‘smile while they kiss’ couple 

v / jihyun

  • this man will do everything to protect mc
  • he would give up everything and anything to keep that smile on her face 
  • but he also finds himself being more careful with himself
  • because she tells him that she would be sad if he gets hurt
  • so now he can’t get hurt nice, mc im proud
  • look mc could say “i’m sad that you can’t see..” and he’d get the surgery the next day
  • alSO he feels like he’s safe enough to tell her the truth. the whole truth
  • he thinks she’d get sad, and she is, but she still manages a positive outlook
  • and then they cuddle for a while and mc keeps complimenting him 
  • v now thinks this is what actual love feels like 
  • he thinks the pictures he takes of mc laughing are the best he’s ever taken
  • he doesn’t claim to be the sun now, she’s outshined him. in the best way
  • now he feels like he doesn’t need the sun with her around 
  • his heart squeezes at her smiles 
  • also really wants her to teach him how to play the uke 


  • he doesn’t know how to take it at first
  • she was too bright for him, too positive
  • he wasn’t sure what to do
  • but she was so supportive and kind
  • and he made her laugh once, which he really wanted to do again
  • so he did and soon she got him to laugh
  • he finds it easiest to smile when she’s around 
  • it feels like nothing can hurt him around her 
  • for the first time, he feels loved
  • also, she sang him covers on her uke
  • he loves her voice
  • now he can’t sleep without listening to her play it 
The Greek Gods AU Literally Everyone Wanted

@ifdragonscouldtalk thanks for letting me write the greek god au this was literally the best thing that happened to me all day i love it. (Tony=Persephone, Bucky=Hades, Sam=Poseidon, Steve=Zeus, Rhodey=Demeter, Pepper=Athena, Natasha=Hecate, Clint=Hermes. Thor is Thor, you can’t change crap like that. He’s too godly.) 

Bucky was in hell. On most days, that was a good thing. It meant things were running smoothly, souls weren’t arguing over whether or not they should be placed in a different section, and Thor sometimes talked about how he did a better job than Thor’s screwed-up niece Hela. (She was weird, Bucky tried to talk to her and she started talking about the End. Lmao, Bucky’s not messing with that.) 

But today? Hell was in a totally different context. First off, there’s this soul named Sitwell who keeps bitching about the hellish part of hell, and how he should be in the Field Of Elysium. Bucky has to explain that since Sitwell is such a terrible person, he doesn’t get to go there. 

The dog won’t settle down. Cerberus, as Bucky named him, was whining. Probably because Sam gave him smoked meat treats, and Bucky hates the fact that Sam can make his dog like him more than Bucky. (Bucky hates Sam, mainly because he tried to flood the Underworld, and that can’t be done, but no, Steve said that Sam was “just joking.” Just joking, Bucky’s ass.)  

And finally, he has a dude just…covered in flowers wandering around talking with the dog. He pinches the bridge of his nose, and walks over. People aren’t supposed to get out of their death sentence, but some, on occasion, do. 

“Hello Dum-E,” the man coos, scratching the dog under the chin. Bucky stops, noting that the man seemed to have named the dog. 

“Did you…name Cerberus?” Bucky asks awkwardly. The man whips around, and…holy hell. Bucky is gonna be in trouble. The guy is covered in flowers, some making a small wreath around his head. His sandals are the color of grass on a cool summer’s day, and his chiton seemed to be stained with the color of small flower petals. Bucky knows who he is. 


Or, as the Greeks like to refer to him, Persephone. 

“If you named him ‘Spot’ so help me gods,” Tony says. “That head is Dum-E, that one is U, and the last one is Butterfingers. She dropped her treat after I handed it to her. I love them.” Bucky just stands awkwardly. 

“Um, okay? What are you doing down here?” Tony blinks, before scratching Cerberus–U–behind his gigantic ears. 

“I heard the barking! Also, I noticed that there is a severe lack of flowers in your home, and i understand aesthetic purposes, but you have no skulls for the arts. Natasha would be disappointed.” 

“You…you know Natasha?” Bucky chokes. If he knows Natasha, then that means that he’s in potential danger. She likes her friends, especially the soft one. (Given that Clint, (hermes to the mortals) usually trips on his face and took a wrong turn into Germany, she likes him a lot.) 

“I think I’m going to like it here,” Tony decides. “But you need more flowers.” Bucky is helpless as Tony starts decorating and talking to Bucky about something other than death and destruction and chaos. He’s talking about the new strand of Hyacinth that was just in today. 

Over time, Bucky actually looks forward to the talks that he and Tony have. Bucky learns how to plant herbs so that his throne room doesn’t smell like total death, and learns all about Tony’s friends. 

What Bucky doesn’t know is that Rhodey and Pepper, Tony’s absolute best friends, are looking for him. And they are tearing up the earth, searching high and low for him. 

“He was picking flowers for Bruce’s party,” Pepper grumbles. “Because he had that new cup decoration to try out.” 

“I thought it was because of his new threshing tool for me,” Rhdoey said. “Look, Athena, could you maybe get in an appointment with Zeus? Everyone knows he trusts you best.” 

“If you call me Athena again, I’m suing?” 

“Do we even know what that concept is yet?” 

“Not sure, humanity is unclear. We’re going up and seeing Steve, though,” Pepper says, grim determination all over her face. “Come on, Rhodes.”  

Steve, naturally, is terrified of the force that is Pepper and Rhodey. Rhodey on his own is fearsome, but combined with Pepper? Oh dear gods, that is the day that Steve hides. 

So, they send Clint. It’s a disaster, but no one else will voluntarily go down and see Bucky calmly besides Sam, but Sam always tries to convince Bucky that Steve likes him more. (It’s a travesty.) 

Clint walks in like he’s walking through Natasha’s closet looking for the purple toga that brings out her magic. 

“Hi Tony!” He says cheerfully. “Pepper and Rhodey made earth suck because they couldn’t find you or get to you!” Tony blinks, another geranium poking out of an eye socket. 


“Yeah,” Clint says. “I can’t go anywhere without putting on, like, six overcoats. Also, all the flowers died.” 

“…I wanna stay here, Rhodey knows how to make flowers,” Tony says stubbornly. “Bucky has, like, no flowers.” Bucky gapes. 

“It sounds like your Pepper and Rhodey have made a mini hell.” Clint, by this point, has grown bored, and already flown up to tell Pepper and Rhodey the news. They do not accept. 

“Tony, flowers and stuff is your job,” Rhodey explains. Tony wavers. 

“Bucky has portals!” Pepper and Rhodey are still on the fence. 

“Tony,” Pepper warns. “You know how scatter-brained you are. You forgot to give Athens asphodel flowers for three weeks.” Tony pouts. 

“Well, I’m gonna marry him,” Tony says decisively. Bucky chokes. 

“When the hell did you decide that?” 

“Two seconds ago,” Tony says. 

By this point, Natasha, Steve, and Sam are all in, but Steve only heard the word ‘marry.’ 

“You’re married him?!” Steve asks, shock written all over his face. 

Look: Tony doesn’t make the best decisions. He wasn’t the one who caused the Trojan War, despite what Pepper said. (She was jealous, alright?) So when he heard Steve, he thought that he was going to ban Tony from being in the Underworld and having some good times with Bucky. 

So he shoves a whole pomegranate in his mouth. It tastes bitter, but also sweet, because he’s been working hard on them. Even if Bucky wouldn’t let him taste them. 

“TonY NO!” Comes the collective shriek. 

“Tonee yesh,” Tony replies, red gushing down his mouth in dribbles. He practically gargles the pomegranate juice. 

“A-are you choking?” Bucky asks. “Babe, you okay?” Tony nods, spitting some of it out. “Sweetheart, I love you, but why? Why did you try and jam an entire pomegranate into your mouth?” 

“To stay with you!” Tony says. “I didn’t want Steve to take me away!” 

“No offense, but Steve is as harmless as a baby goose.” 

“Yeah, but he hisses like one,” Bucky says. “Nah, I’m god of the dead. Dead trumps sky.” Steve rolls his eyes. “So, you still need to do your job, spend some time on earth with Pepper and Rhodey. Are you okay with the system of portals?” 

“Yeah,” Tony says. “Sorry Pep, sorry sugarbun.” His friends, totally understanding what it was he was trying to do. “So, I’m thinking summer for the wedding. Everyone’s expecting spring, but it rains like a bitch during spring, and I like flowers in the summer.” Bucky just decides to do whatever the hell Tony says. 

The wedding is beautiful. They get Thor to preside over the ceremony. (He’s a different god, he makes weddings more important. Also? Thor is a fun guy.) Sam makes beautiful fountains, Steve makes sure the sun shines, and Rhodey is in charge of catering. Natasha and Pepper plan the whole thing, although Natasha also makes sure that the Underworld stays as is. 

Dum-E, U, and Butterfingers are all flower-dogs, and ring bearers. Butterfingers is wisely the flowergirl, as she would drop the rings. 

“I love you,” Tony says, pecking Bucky on the cheek as they dance. “But I’m decorating your throne room with flowers.” 

“Babe, I have to keep a reputation.” Tony snorts. 

“You married the goddess of springtime and flowers, don’t kid yourself.” 

The Wrath Of Thanos

Requested By: Anonymous

Hi!!! I love your writing and I was wondering if u could write a fic where the reader is tony’s daughter and she’s an avenger and she and peter are best friends but then the plot of infinity war happens and peter and the reader literally watch thanos kill tony and it’s so sad and omg I’m crying rn but yea I would really like to read that and cry my eyes out

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader x Tony Stark

Description: You were Tony’s daughter and Peter was your best friend, you all were Avengers, therefore, you all went on missions, except one mission didn’t end the way it should have. 

Warnings: It goes from happy to pure sadness

Word Count: 2,288

A/N: I really loved this prompt, it was something different and it was fun to create, although it’s really sad because I love Tony :((( But, I hope you enjoy!

Friendly PSA: Please do not steal my writing without my permission, or flat out steal it at all. It’s super disrespectful and 100% plagiarism. So, if you’re someone who does steal other peoples’ work, think about what you’re doing before you hit that copy button. Thank you!

Originally posted by marvelheroes

“The world is going to pay, everyone is going to pay, and the only way to do that, is to kill them, kill them all.” Thanos roared, gazing off towards planet Earth, as his army cheered in the background.

“They're all going to pay.” Thanos growled, his fist clenching as he watched planet Earth continue to spin, unharmed by anything, for now.

Back on Earth, you and Peter were arguing over who got the last waffle, something that seemed to always happen whenever Peter stayed at the Avengers compound.

“Y/N, I got here first, therefore, I get the last waffle!” Peter declared, narrowing his eyes at you as you let out a huff and crossed your arms.

“I’m sorry Spidey but you’re wrong, you see, I actually LIVE here, therefore, I get the last waffle.” You smirked, narrowing your eyes back at Peter, who raised his eyebrows in a challenging manner.

“Don’t make me.” He threatened playfully, making your eyes widen slightly, slowly backing away.

“You wouldn’t.” You dared, watching his smirk get bigger as he took closer steps to you.

“Oh, but I would.” He chuckled, before sprinting towards you as you let out a squeal and ran, Peter chasing you around the kitchen.

“This is so unfair!” You shouted, laughing as Peter webbed one of your arms to the fridge.

“Gotcha.” He chuckled, making you roll your eyes playfully as he walked up to you, before tickling your sides.

You squirmed around, laughing, trying to swat his hands away with your free hand but it was no use, he was going to tickle you until you died.

“Say you’re sorry and that I can have the waffle!” Peter grinned, his hands resting on your sides as you tried to catch you breath, your eyes watering from laughing so hard.

“N-Never.” You breathed out, a smile on your face as Peter shook his head, laughter escaping his lips.

“Alright, you asked for it.” He grinned, before tickling you again, making you burst out in laughter, your stomach starting to hurt along with your cheeks.

“O-Okay! O-Okay! You win!” You shouted, as Peter rested his hands on your sides once again, a satisfied smirk on his face.

“Thanks Y/N, you’re the best.” He winked, before removing the webbing from your arm, which wasn’t an easy task by the way.

“I just hope you know I am so going to get you back.” You glared at him, a smirk playing on your lips as Peter chuckled, shoving a bite of waffle into his mouth.

“We’ll see.” He hummed, as you walked over to the table, grabbing his fork and taking a bite of his waffle.

“Thanks.” You winked, as Peter whined, looking at his waffle, hearing your laughter travel down the hallway.

You and Peter had become best friends once he found out you were Tony’s daughter and you found out he was Spider-Man, aka your favorite Queens hero.

Tony was skeptical about letting Peter come into the Avengers, but eventually did after you spent a while convincing him it would be alright and that you wouldn’t do anything to make him uncomfortable.

“Y/N, you better not do anything with Parker I swear to god.” Tony muttered, before finally giving in, making you squeal out in excitement.

“I won’t! He’s my best friend dad.” You huffed, but the smile didn’t leave your face, making Tony roll his eyes, but give you a hug anyways, seeing you happy meant the world to him, even if that meant he had to suffer with Parker running around with you.

You and Peter had a platonic relationship, sure you may fool around with each other, and it may seem like you two were flirting, but it wasn’t the case, you two were just really close friends.

And that is how Peter started staying at the Avengers compound, and how everyone there quickly got annoyed of both of your bickering over the smallest things, for example, waffles, it happened almost everyday.

Unless someone stole the waffle that way they didn’t have to hear the same commotion again.

You were in your room, getting ready when the alarm went off, signaling something bad was happening, and everyone need to suit up, quick.

“What’s going on?” Steve shouted, rushing out of his room, his suit already on as Tony and Natasha looked at the screen.

“We’re under attack.” Tony looked at the screen wide eyed, the whole world was under attack.

“Then lets go!” Steve shouted, as everyone ran out the door, they had a job to do and standing around wasn’t going to get them anywhere.

They all followed the coordinates that lead them to the main scene of the crime, there standing before them was this huge purple guy, a crown on his head along with body armor.

“What the hell is that?” You shouted, watching the guy destroy everything in his path with one hit.

“I have no idea Y/N..” Bruce muttered, watching in horror, everyone was watching in horror at this moment.

This guy was unstoppable, he destroyed literally everything in his path like it was his job, like it was his mission.

“Alright guys, we’ve fought many things before, just treat this like one of those moments, we are the Avengers, we can do this!” Tony shouted, as everyone nodded in agreement, before everyone started sprinting towards the purple monster.

“Excuse me, Mr. Big Grape!” Tony shouted, catching Thanos attention, his eyebrows squinting in confusion from where the voice was coming from.

Once his eyes landed on all of you, an evil smirk appeared across his lips, laughter escaping.

“Ah, yes, the Avengers, here to save the day are you?” Thanos chuckled, making you all glance at one another.

“Well that is our job.” Thor shrugged, making Clint snort as his response, he never knew when to shut up.

“I’m sorry to say, but the Avengers won’t be saving anyone today.” Thanos growled out, sending chills down your spine.

“I guess there’s only one way to find out.” Tony replied, looking at everyone as they responded with nods.

And before you knew it, everyone was fighting, other creatures came out of nowhere, you were gathering they were apart of this guys army.

Everyone was fighting, your dad and Steve were fighting the big grape, while you and Peter and the rest of the Avengers helped fight off the army that continued to appear.

“This is crazy!” Peter shouted, webbing some creatures up before Wanda exploded them.

“There’s too many, we can’t hold them off forever!” You shouted, as you ripped one of the creatures in half.

“We need to stop fighting the alien creatures and help Tony and Steve, it’s the only way!” Clint shouted, hitting a few alien creatures with his bow.

You all then ran to help fight with Tony and Steve, who were getting brutally beaten each time they attempted to hit him.

“Give up yet?” Thanos laughed darkly, as they shook their heads no in response, making Thanos’s blood boil in anger.

Thanos was about to attack again when you all jumped in, attacking him all at once, throwing him off guard, allowing Tony and Steve to get back up and recover slightly.

This only made Thanos even angrier than before, you could see fire in his eyes as he let out a roar.

“Now!” Steve shouted, and all of you fired at once, one more time, causing Thanos to stumble once again, his body starting to shake from pure rage.

“You shouldn’t have done that!” He growled out, before his fist clenched together and he hit the ground, you all fell to the ground, the force overpowering and cracking the ground beneath you all.

“You will all feel the wrath of Thanos!” He roared, as his army of alien creatures soon went flying off, shooting and destroying everything in it’s way.

You groaned out in pain, as did everyone else as they tried to get up, you saw Peter slowly getting up, causing great concern to you, before you noticed your dad still on the ground.

“Dad!” You shouted, getting up as quick as you could, before rushing over to him, he let out a groan in pain, as you helped him up.

“You’re hurt, we need to go.” You shouted over the noise, but Tony shook his head, as he looked at Thanos who was causing more destruction.

“Y/N, we can’t give up, he’s not going to stop until we do something about it.” Tony explained, as Steve nodded in agreement with him.

“He’s got a point Y/N, this is our job, we get hurt, but we protect people.” Steve sighed, grabbing his shield before sprinting off, everyone following behind him, including you and Tony.

You all started attacking once again, surprising Thanos that you all were still trying to defeat him, which made him laugh in amusement.

“You just don’t know when to give up do you?” Thanos laughed, watching as you all stood before him.

“We aren’t going to let you destroy our world.” Steve proclaimed, making Thanos grin, his grape face wrinkling together.

Then another fight broke out, Thanos was no longer holding back, he was determined he wouldn’t be stopped, he was determined to kill you all.

“Duck!” Vision shouted, protecting Natasha and Clint as Thanos threw a punch at them.

You watched in horror, you all couldn’t handle this, hell, nobody could handle this, it was too much.

You glanced around, everyone was badly beaten, bleeding terribly, you all were losing, just like Thanos wanted.

And then it was like the world stopped, it all happened in slow motion, you watched Thanos gather as much power as he could, before firing at Tony.

You let out a blood curdling scream, making everyone and everything around you go flying off, the power of your voice causing immediate destruction.

You watched as Tony fell to the ground, Thanos flying backwards from the power of your scream as Peter witnessed you watching in horror, this couldn’t be happening.

“No, no, no, no, no!” You screamed, rushing over to where he laid on the ground, Peter running after you.

“Dad, no, please, you’re okay, you have to be okay, you can’t leave me!” You screamed, shaking him, throwing his mask off to reveal his eyes closed shut, blood seeping out everywhere.

“N-No!” You hiccupped, continuing to shake him, he couldn’t die, no, he couldn’t leave you, he was all you had left.

You had already lost your mom, you couldn’t lose your dad too, not now.

“No, d-dad, p-please!” You screamed out in choked sobs, tears falling off your face onto his below you.

Peter’s face filled with distraught, watching the scene before him, Tony meant a lot to him too, hell he meant a lot to everyone even if they didn’t want to admit it.

“Y/N..” Peter murmured, placing his hands on your shoulders as you sobbed harshly, clutching your dad to your chest.

You didn’t have words to say, all you felt was broken, the one person you had left was gone, Thanos took him away from you.

Thanos made you watch him kill your father.

And you would never forget it.

anonymous asked:

Why do people want Jon to be legitimate so bad? It's almost like they're buying into the stigma that being a bastard is bad and something to fix. And like you said, it's as simple as Rhaegar was married, Lyanna betrothed, and polygamy illegal. He's a bastard. And I really doubt Lyanna would be so naive (well her running away in itself is naive but different context imo) as to believe 'marrying' Rhaegar before her gods would somehow be noble or recognized.

Oh man. I have THINGS TO SAY.

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zodiac horror story (part 2)
  • ig // sassasstrology
  • the signs are camping out in the woods. they're at a cliché, dark, scary old forest where the murderer always comes and kills people. let's see what will happen..
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  • part 1: http://littlekingv.tumblr.com/post/158545307359/zodiac-horror-story-part-1
  • *
  • aries - male
  • taurus - male
  • gemini - female
  • cancer - male
  • leo - female
  • virgo - female
  • libra - female
  • scorpio - male
  • sagittarius - male
  • capricorn - female
  • aquarius - male
  • pisces - female
  • (that's ^ not really important, but if you want to know the genders of the signs i came up with, there they are.)
  • *
  • - previously on ''zodiac horror story''
  • ''virgo: this forest is scary as shit.
  • aquarius: your face is scary as shit.''
  • pisces: *screams*
  • cancer: PISCEEESSESEESS.''
  • - this time on ''zodiac horror story''
  • *
  • the signs are all traumatized by what just happened. did pisces die? is she still alive? who knows. the signs are sitting in taurus' tent, waiting for the perfect moment to come out.
  • taurus: well, aries, because i wanted to have a tent all for myself because i don't want to sleep with any of you in one tent. and it was really small and cute, i just had to buy it. couldn't resist.
  • cancer: then why are we in this tent and not in yours, aries? you have the biggest tent out of all of us.
  • aries: the tent is only meant for sagittarius and me.
  • scorpio: then don't fucking complain about being in the smallest tent. you are the one who doesn't want to share your big ass tent, so it's your fault that we are here, in this tent.
  • virgo: y'all know that we could easily move to my tent? my tent is the second biggest.
  • leo: what if the killer is outside?
  • aquarius: who the fuck said that there was a killer?
  • capricorn: she could've easily fell.
  • gemini: true, but can you also explain how she's gone all of the sudden and why she screamed so loudly?
  • aquarius: aliens.
  • sagittarius: guys, don't worry. she'll probably be back soon. gemini left too and here she is.
  • gemini: hehe.
  • libra: is pisces gone?
  • scorpio: *hits libra with a flashlight*
  • capricorn: so.. are we going to move from tent or what?
  • aquarius: i just want to sleep, man.
  • taurus: saaMEEEE.
  • cancer: should we just go outside and check if anything's outside?
  • virgo: yes.
  • leo: who's going first?
  • sagittarius: i will go first, i don't care 'bout shit.
  • sagittarius slowly peeks his head out. he crawls out of the tent.
  • sagittarius: no one's here! you all can come out!
  • everyone crawls out of the tent.
  • aquarius: hmm.. what time is it?
  • cancer: *grabs phone out of pocket* ehh.. 3:34 AM.
  • aquarius: OH MY GOD I WANT TO SLEEP.
  • scorpio: well, we aren't going to sleep until we find pisces. let's split up.
  • aries: what?! are you out of your fucking mind?!
  • virgo: why can't we just stick together..?
  • scorpio: if we split up, we have the chance to find pisces faster.
  • gemini: not if she's dead lol.
  • scorpio: she's not. she can't be.
  • capricorn: she can..
  • cancer: WE DON'T CARE. we're going to find her, whether she's alive or not. we can't just leave a friend behind.
  • sagittarius: well, she basically left us behind.
  • aquarius: can i just stay here and sleep?
  • taurus: yeah, can i stay here too?
  • scorpio: no.
  • cancer: wait, what if taurus and aquarius stay here and watch our stuff, and we are going to find pisces.
  • capricorn: good idea.
  • leo: can we just go already?
  • virgo: i ain't leaving if we are all going to split up. i don't want to go alone.
  • cancer: we ain't going alone. we're going in groups. you and capricorn will go that way, leo and libra that way, sagittarius and gemini that way and scorpio, aries and i will go that way.
  • virgo: ugh, fine.
  • cancer: great, let's go.
  • scorpio: and be careful y'all.
  • libra: yay, adventure!
  • all the groups are out in the woods, looking for pisces, not knowing where they are, or where to go. let's see how capricorn and virgo are doing out in the woods.
  • virgo: it's sooooo cold.
  • capricorn: i know.
  • virgo: why does this happen to us?! why, oh, why?!!!!!?!?!
  • capricorn: calm down! we're just going to walk around, head back and then we're just going to say that we didn't find pisces. end.
  • virgo: what!? i don't want to lie!
  • capricorn: well, too bad! pisces probably just left us because we didn't listen to her.
  • virgo: she wouldn't! she would've told me.
  • capricorn: maybe not.
  • virgo: she's my best friend. why wouldn't she?
  • capricorn: soo.. you're her best friend, still you don't want find her. okay.
  • virgo: what? who said that?
  • capricorn: you did. all you were worrying about is splitting up.
  • virgo: that's just because i'm afraid to go alone in the woods, okay?!
  • capricorn: you didn't even say anything when she went missing or when she screamed or when there was a blood trail on the ground.
  • virgo: i-i.. i don't know.
  • capricorn: of course you don't.
  • capricorn starts walking while virgo stands still, not knowing what to do or say.
  • capricorn: hurry the fuck up.
  • virgo: *sigh*
  • let's see how taurus and aquarius are doing.
  • taurus: i wish i had some pizza right now.
  • aquarius: oh my lord. why did you say that?!
  • aquarius: I'M HUNGRY NOW, THANKS.
  • taurus: i have chips in my bag if you want.
  • aquarius: yes please.
  • taurus walks over to his tent and grabs a bag of chips out of his bag.
  • taurus: *sing hallelujah*
  • aquarius: *sings with taurus*
  • taurus: do you want a drink?
  • aquarius: yes.
  • taurus: coke?
  • aquarius: yes!
  • taurus walks over to his tent again.
  • taurus: aqua, do you know where my mini-fridge thingy is?
  • aquarius: uhh.. no?
  • taurus: uughhhhh. someone probably stole it.
  • aquarius walks over to taurus to help him find it.
  • aquarius: uhhh.. maybe behind your tent?
  • they go behind the tent and they see a light in the distance.
  • taurus: hey, do you see that light too?
  • aquarius: yeah..
  • taurus: should we go to it?
  • aquarius: uhh.. i don't know man..
  • taurus: i'm going.
  • aquarius: w-what?!
  • taurus walks towards the light.
  • aquarius: fucking hell.
  • aquarius follows taurus.
  • taurus: heeyy, it's my mini-fridge and a flashlight!
  • taurus picks up the fridge and flashlight.
  • aquarius: phew.
  • aquarius walks back to the camp.
  • aquarius: *looks behind him* taur-taurus? what are you doing? why are you standing there? come on!
  • taurus falls on the ground with 4 knives in his back and one knife in the back of his head. he's.... dead.
  • aquarius: *screams*
  • scorpio: aquarius?
  • *
  • rest in peace taurus.. you will be missed..
  • *
  • stay tuned for part 3, and thanks for reading!

anonymous asked:

okay what if for UF!Grillby, their fem!so comes into the bar with a human guy while it's busy (so he can't come over right away since he's serving food/drinks) but he can see they're sitting at a booth and they look very happy together. she's laughing at a story he's telling and he gets so jealous he finally gets so mad and goes over and gets aggressive or something but it turns out the guy is her cousin she was best friends with when she was a little girl GOD GIMME the Grillby's reaction plz <3

UF!Grillby– Jumping to Conclusions.

He can’t stop staring, though his heated glare isn’t that noticeable thanks to the fog of his glasses.  

As soon as you had walked through the door with that human male, smiling so casually and laughing at what was inevitably some stupid joke he must have made, Grillby had felt his flames begin to roil with pricks of jealousy.  Unfortunately, his bar was packed, so he couldn’t waltz over there immediately to size up the possible competition for your affections/introduce himself as your significant other, so he was forced to work while his attention constantly wandered over to you.  The lithe of your laughter caused him to hear an order wrong.  The way you reached out and touched the male’s arm caused him to mix a drink incorrectly–though one sharp glance toward the unfortunate patron was all it took to silence the complaints entirely.  

These mistakes were unprecedented.  Being this distracted was effecting productivity, and that was entirely unacceptable.

You needed to learn this now, and so did the strange male keeping you company.

After setting down a tray with much more force than necessary–enough to cause all the regulars seated at the bar to jerk and shift backward, fearful of the flamesman’s ire, Grillby crossed the floor toward you with quick, confident strides.  Both you and your companion turned toward him before he reached the side of the table, so it was safe to assume that his anger had physically heated his flames.  In fact, most of the patrons were starting to feel that it was a bit stuffy in the bar now.

He stopped right beside you, his gaze shifting between you and the male.  As he sized up the human, he scoffed, though the sound came out as a mere crackle of flame.  You turn that same bright smile you were using on the human toward Grillby, and he bristles with jealousy.  "Grillbz!  Hey!  I was wondering when you were going to have time to come over here,“ you greet, and your companion looks between you and the fire elemental with raised brows.

“Woah, you know the owner?”

“Well, yeah.  Actually, he–”

Grillby cuts you off.  “She’s… mine.” His voice is a low growl buried beneath the loud crack and pop of fire, and the white-hot line that splits his face as he speaks is sharp and jagged.  He rests a fiery hand on your shoulder, staking his claim, and his fingers slide up the side of your neck.  You can feel the heat in his touch, toeing the line between pleasant and uncomfortable.  His flames never burn you, but their temperature does tend to increase depending on emotions.  And right now, he’s both pissed and angry.  “I’m her.. mate.”  

You usually just referred to him as your fireman, which never failed to get a chuckle out of him.  Mate wasn’t a term he tossed around often, and it had you giving him a strange stare.  

Your companion is wearing an expression of both surprise and curiosity.  "Seriously?  This is the monster you’re dating?  That’s pretty cool!“  He turns toward the purple flamesman and extends a hand, gives his name.

Grillby refuses to take the hand, but he does slam a palm down on the table instead, leaning in close toward the male’s face.  “What… are you to her?”  He questions, biting off the words.  The crackling distortion has become louder.

"Uh.. I’m her cousin..?”

Grillby pauses, staring at the male’s confused expression before slowly straightening.  He looks at you, and you can read the question simply from the tilt of his head.  He’s not the most verbal of monsters, after all, so you’ve learned to pick up on his body language.  "He’s family, Grillbz,“ you explain, recognizing his jealousy.  He always has been on the possessive side of things. 


Instantly, you feel the area around you begin to cool.  Grillby’s fingers curl into the collar of your shirt, and he looks like he wants to say something.. but instead, his silence is only punctuated by a few crackles of flame.  Their purple hue seems brighter now, perhaps a bit lighter around his features, and he suddenly lets his arm drop back to his side.  

He doesn’t say anything more about the subject.  Instead, he murmurs, ”…gotta get back to work…“ and turns on his heel to continue working as if nothing incredibly awkward had just transpired.  

He still double-charges your cousin for his drinks.  

roarofdragon  asked:

+And here is where come my new request(?) I would like to see Shiro angry, maybe at the camp someone's still saying things about Keith or does something that makes Keith feel bad and Shiro losts his pacience and face all in the camp? Other way, they're facing strong criatures and one of them manages to hurt Keith pretty bad and Shiro losts control and shows how powerfull he is?! * I'm excited about this * I'm Dei by the way(?) Last thing, you're such an awesome person<3)

[Voltron PJO AU] Shiro was walking towards the Big House to discuss some things with Coran when he spotted Keith leaving the place. Delighted to see his boyfriend, he jogged up to meet the son of Hades.

“Keith!” Shiro greeted, giving Keith a kiss on the cheek and enveloping him into a hug that could’ve probably crushed someone’s bone.

“Oh, hey,” Keith smiled weakly. “I… I have to go help Hunk with something.” He separated himself from Shiro, pushing him away.

As Keith was about to leave, Shiro quickly grabbed his hands and asked, “You’re still up for later by the beach?”

“Yeah,” Keith slowly said.

“Okay, I’ll see you later then?” Shiro gave Keith’s hand a gentle squeeze before the younger one left him.

Something was wrong with Keith and Shiro didn’t like seeing how it affected him. He’d have to find out what was troubling his best friend after his meeting with Coran. Inside there was Pidge and Allura and their meeting began. As soon as they were heading out, Shiro pulled Pidge to the side to ask her if she knew anything about what happened to Keith when he was inside the Big House.

“They are scared of him,” Allura answered instead, clearly hearing Shiro’s question.

“What do you mean? Is this still about his Dad coming here—”

“You know what he could do, Shiro. He’s too powerful, he obliterated a group of chimeras all in one go. A lot of demigods believed he was the one who ripped your arm off.” Allura explained.

“What?! That’s not true!” Shiro protested and he felt Pidge squeeze his arm to calm him down. “Keith’s wasn’t the one who—”

“Shiro, we know,” Pidge reassured him. “We know that, but the others wouldn’t believe it, especially since they know what Keith’s capable of. It’s easy for them to believe he was ruthless enough to take your arm. A rumour was spreading that he did that because you were breaking up with him.”

Shiro blinked in disbelief. “What? That’s so messed up! We’re still together and,” his shoulders sagged down as he looked down on the floor with a sad expression. “I would never break up with Keith, I love him too much to do that.”

Pidge blushed and cleared her throat. “Gods, you guys are so sappy. Keith said the same thing a while ago.” She nudged Shiro, “why don’t you go and find him now, lover boy. He’s probably being emo somewhere.” 

Shiro left them and he wandered around looking for Keith. He wasn’t in his usual spots, so Shiro only thought of one place. He flew up and spotted a boy with raven black hair, sitting on the rock by the beach. His smile grew and he flew towards the brooding boy who probably might be in need of a hug.

“A son of Hermes said that the reason you’re only with me was because I’m too clingy and I forced you to be my boyfriend because either you become my lover or you die,” Keith said as soon as Shiro floated beside him, not even looking at the newcomer. 

Shiro frowned and as soon as his foot touched the rock Keith was sitting on, his best friend continued, “A daughter of Aphrodite said I was too ugly to be with the handsome son of Zeus and that you were wasting your time with me because I refuse to do it with you.”

Shiro understood why Keith and him didn’t have that conversation. Keith just wasn’t into that ever since and Shiro respected that. He would never force Keith to do something he wasn’t comfortable with.

“Keith,” Shiro softly said, sitting down beside his boyfriend.

“I don’t care if they’re scared of what I can do, Shiro. I can’t help that. Dad gave those powers to me.” Keith said with his eyebrows knit. Then he pulled his legs closer to his chest and rest both his hands on top of his knees to hide his face as he softly whispered, “But I care enough to actually feel hurt knowing that the others don’t feel like I’m worthy to be with you.”

“Keith,” Shiro placed a hand on the boy’s back and caressed it. “You kn—”

“I know I’m not the most handsome boy out there,” Keith scoffed. “But being scrutinised about my looks, not taking into account how I fee—”

Their conversation got cut off when screams filled the air and Shiro looked up to see a dragon with many heads like the Hydra. It was the dragon, Ladon. And honestly? Shiro was just annoyed that they had to stop just because someone decided to drop in. Keith and Shiro looked at each other and Keith grabbed Shiro’s hand to shadow travel them near the ancient monster. The demigods tried to fight, not seeing any progress until the big three joined.

“Where’s Lance?” Keith shouted, eyes wandering trying to find the son of Poseidon until he found him near the tree beside Hunk. He looked at Shiro who nodded and flew them towards their friends.

“I want you to try and drown the dragon as long as you can, while Keith and I try to do what we can. Hunk, keep it distracted.” Shiro shouted orders. They got into work but so far nothing was working, it wasn’t until one of the dragon heads caught Keith by its mouth, crushing the son of Hades’ body in the process that Shiro could see blood spreading throughout his shirt.

Now Shiro was pissed. He clenched his fist as he flew in the air, dark stormy clouds surrounding him that might have alarmed the others but he didn’t care. Keith was hurt and Shiro wasn’t going to let that go. His whole body gathered sparks as he flew towards the dragon and sliced through one of its neck that held onto Keith. Immediately Hunk was there below to catch the son of Hades as the son of Zeus gathered all the lightning that he could, forming a really huge thunderbolt that could rival his own father’s. He threw it towards the dragon.

“Lance! Now!” Shiro shouted as Lance directed the water from the beach towards the creature, electrocuting it. 

Shiro wasn’t thinking clearly, he only had one thought in mind and that was to kill the creature that hurt Keith. So he threw more thunderbolts for each of the heads, and then clasping both of his hands together, he aimed at the dragon’s body and surged to it the highest voltage he could muster for what felt like an eternity—bright light temporary blinding a lot of demigods except for him—until he could see the the dragon slowly weakening, giving it one final blow causing it to disintegrate, blasting off a shock of energy towards the entire camp like what Keith had done to the chimeras. That should’ve made him weak considering he hadn’t known he could do that, but for some reason, he had too much energy left in him that he quickly flew towards where Keith was.

“Keith!” Shiro breathed out as he landed beside the body of his lover. He lowered his forehead to touch Keith’s, unaware that it electrocuted Keith—just a little—until Keith opened his eyes in shock.

“Oh gods! I’m sorry!” Shiro stared in horror, finally seeing he was still emitting some lightning sparks from his body.  “I… I don’t know how to turn it off?”

“Wow,” Keith coughed out weakly, giving him a smile. “Sparky.”

Shiro laughed, then he noticed the other campers stare at them in horror, still unable to comprehend what they had witnessed, some backing off. “Now that makes the two of us very dangerous. We’re The Power Couple.”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way,” Keith whispered as he closed his eyes with a smile as Shiro carried him towards the infirmary. 

anonymous asked:

hiii i love ur writing so much! i was wondering if you could make a peter parker x female reader where they're best friends but have feelings for each other & she's at a party & she's like lowkey wasted & calls peter and makes him come to the party, and he's like taking care of her & she finally admits her feelings for him & just like lots of cute fluff :-)

thank you!! I already wrote one kinda like this, called Are You Drunk? but I decided to write a little imagine for you so it fits your request more! thanks for sending one in :D

Warnings: Language, Underage Drinking


Peter was a little surprised when he got a text around midnight from you. He knew you were at your friends party, one that he definitely wasn’t invited to and probably wouldn’t have gone to anyway. 

peterrrrrrrrrr my dude!!!

He frowned at the text, trying not to chuckle. It seemed obvious enough already that you were at least slightly tipsy, cause you didn’t sound very sober at all.

yes? he typed up a quick reply, starting to get amused.

i jmiss youe! and i also wan t to see u!!1

Rolling his eyes, he decided to call you and see if you were so drunk that he needed to come get you. Your typing was starting to get messed up, and if you couldn’t even form coherent sentences, then you probably had too much to drink.

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anonymous asked:

The day Connor would have killed himself, homeschooled!Reader is at his house bc they need to talk to him. Connor assumes it's a breakup & that makes [Y/N] throw their arms around him & say "Never. A life without you is a life I can't imagine." Then tell Connor they're pregnant & since he's the dad, they want his input too. Connor can see all the love [Y/N] has for him & breaks down, telling them he loves them & wants their family to work. It does work, better than anyone could've imagined.

oooohhh! i love it!

•To be clear, you and Connor had been dating for more than a year and had been friends longer than that.

•It seemed like Connor just couldn’t handle it anymore. Everyone was an asshole at school, and his family thought he would never live up to anything, but then he had you. His beautiful, wonderful girlfriend, who he felt he didn’t deserve, was always there for him, until she wasn’t.

•You has gotten stuck in traffic on the way to his house with a little stick in the seat beside you. You couldn’t wait to see him, you wanted him to know first.

•With his sister being so obnoxious with her jazz shit and his dad being a little distant, he couldn’t get any peace. And, then a random kid, Evan writing a letter about his sister. Everything was a mess. He had lived on the edge with his depression and paranoia, maybe he couldn’t take it anymore?

•Then, you showed up, with something behind your back, knocking on the Murphy’s door. His mother was overjoyed to see you and rushed you inside as quick as she could, she tried to talk to you, but you insisted to go to Connor’s room.

•You bursted Connor’s room with a huge smile on your face, not even bothering to knock. You looked over to him to see him holding his head on his head, looking down. Your face dropped as you shoved your item into your hoodie pocket.

•You shuffled over to him, with a frown, finally he looked up at you, some tears in his eyes from the former thoughts before you came inside. You awkwardly sat beside him, wrapping one arm around him. You whispered him a greeting, him collapsing onto your lap with his head on your legs.

•You had to let your secret out, you needed to tell him, you needed to tell someone, just someone. You needed to tell him now.

•"Connor, we need to talk.“ “Oh, are you going to fucking leave me, too? You’re going to break up with me because I’m fucking shit.” “Connor, never. A life without you is a life I can’t imagine.”

•You ran your hand through his hand, while he started to sit up again. Once he was upright, you wrapped your arms around his torso, holding him tight.

•Then, you did it. You pulled the wonder stick out of your hoodie, saying what you needed and longed to say, you’re pregnant, with Connor’s baby

•He didn’t really know how to act, and you were petrified that he would break up with you. Until he started to cry, and then sob, then close his eyes shut tight, then hug you close while doing all three.

•"I love you Connor, I really do, and I want this to work but it’s going to be hard, I love you.“

•"O-oh my god, holy shit, Y/N, I love, I love you too. And, fuck, I really want this to work. I want to have a kid with you, I want this to work. Fuck.”

•Cynthia was watching from the wall beside the door, where you both couldn’t see her, listening to everything, she didn’t know what was exactly happening since she couldn’t see what you showed him. Then, she realized what was happening once Connor talked about a kid.

•Her son? Really her son? The one who never talks about anything positive and only gets high (which she didn’t learn that he had stopped), and constantly cussed was going to have a child? Don’t get me wrong, she was excited and maybe, slightly mad, but just shocked. He loves you, she hadn’t heard him say love in such a long time.

•She started bawling, and that’s when you noticed someone was listening. You rushed to the door looking out to see Cynthia. Oh my god, is she going to yell at me?

•Nope, she tackled you with a hug, snuggling into your shoulder crying and mumbling about how she was so proud and couldn’t wait to have a grandchild. Connor just watched, smiling lightly at the sight, this is going to work.

•From the commotion, Larry came out to see what’s happening. You awkwardly, nervously smiled, trying to decide what to do as Cynthia babbled out to her husband what was happening.

•Larry wasn’t actually excited, you were both high school kids, but he wasn’t going to say anything because you and Connor were happy.

•Cynthia invited you to dinner which you reluctantly agreed to. That’s when they broke the news to Zoe. She was actually excited, she sees how you tame Connor and make him happy, so she had a feeling it would work out fine.

•You told your parents the following week, they didn’t take it well, you moved out a month later into the Murphy’s house.

•You learned the gender, turns out, you are going to have a little girl. Connor cried tears of joy, but he won’t admit that.

•Connor doesn’t leave your side for a second, no one is going to hurt you or the thing inside of your stomach. He was going to make sure of that.

•You actually got closer to Zoe in the prices of the pregnancy, and learned of the letter Connor found that Evan wrote. You took it into your own hands to set them up.

•Connor didn’t dream of leaving you or committing suicide, he couldn’t face the thought of not seeing his beautiful child that he made with you.

•Yes, you got made fun of at school for being pregnant with the school’s “freak,” baby. You really couldn’t care less, you were happy, who could ruin that. Plus, Connor punched anyone in the face who made fun of you.

•Connor would always try to comfort you while you had morning sickness. He would hold your hair, and whisper to you.

•You hated getting new clothes, you didn’t want to go shopping, but Zoe made it fun, so you didn’t mind that much.

•Connor went to every doctor appointment, that was of course, paid by the Murphy’s. He would always ask so many questions, chill man.

•You kind of felt insecure when your stomach got bigger. Connor thought it was a sign of a miracle and would always tell you that.

•Cynthia insisted to take you out for maternity pictures, she finally had something good to spend her money on, her grandchild.

•You tried your best in school but eventually had to have Evan tutor you in a few classes to make up for the classes you were missing. You got B’s and C’s, good enough.

•You decided to take a gap year after high school and let Connor go to school while you were with the baby.

•Once you graduated, you were about seven months along when you and Connor decided to move out. You wanted your own apartment, so it would be more open. Of course, it was very dangerous for you to move around a lot and carry stuff, so you got movers and Connor did most of the unpacking.

•The nursery was all set up, it was a pastel blue, like the sky, that was personally Connor’s choice. It was like the open sky.

•Then, you had the baby, late at night, around three am, but of course, everyone rushed to your side. Connor in a panic of what to do.

•Connor has never seen a more beautiful baby in his life. You named her “Emily Zoe Murphy.” The middle name after the Murphy sister.

•Connor has never loved something more, of course, he loved you just as much, but this was a creation of the both of you, and he couldn’t wrap his mind around that. He saw you as a super hero, carrying a human in yourself for months.

•You got married a year and a half after the birth of dear Emily, and had another child about 5 years after the marriage.

•Connor protected his family with his life, and he never forgot to tell you about how much he loves you.

•Cynthia loves to take the children for a day with Zoe, so they can learn about them and love on them.

•Connor has never been happier in his life then when he was with you and your children. He knew he lived up to something when he had you in his arms.

fcyrearcherxn  asked:

i meant to send this days ago congrats on 800 babes, i have a hc request for kevin/renee brotp because they're my children and a rarepair thank you and goodbye hope youve had pasta recently

oh my,, god,, lindsay this is perfect i love you thank you i’m so excited oh this is gonna be soft as hell

  • renee likes the quiet. she loves her teammates, she really does, but she finds value in quiet moments. in stillness. 
  • kevin feels like the world is always moving at mach 5, like he’s pushing himself to 200% to keep up. 
  • when the dorms are too loud, and taking a walk just isnt enough to calm restless hands or skin that feels too tight, they both end up at the library. 
  • neither of them know the other does this for years. after all, they don’t always need the quiet solace between shelves at the same time, and they hardly go to the same sections.
  • but one day kevin is deep in some random tome he found on a dusty old shelf on the 5th floor history section when renee comes around the corner
  • it’s a little awkward at first, but kevin recognizes the slight shift in her he sometimes sees in andrew, or in neil, so he simply turns back to his book, and leaves her to find her own.
  • renee has never considered herself close to kevin, has mostly watched him from afar and entrusted him to andrew, but in that moment, she sees why andrew made that deal with him. she sees that kevin may be harsh and insulting at times, but he’s far more perceptive than he lets on.
  • and kevin may be perceptive at times, but he’s still a bit stunted when it comes to making friends. so when renee begins to actually ask him if he wants to go to the library with her, he’s confused. but he goes anyway because while being alone is nice sometimes, sometimes its nice to be alone and quiet with someone else’s steady presence nearby, because then being alone doesnt fell lonely
  • their friendship is a quiet one, built on quiet hours at study tables in the library, and exchanging slightly exasperated glances when their friends are being particularly loud or attracting attention
    • renee is very attentive as a person and friend. she starts picking up kevins favorite tea (or smoothie, in the hotter months) at a campus cafe when she’s coming back from her morning classes to eat and get a head start on any assignments. she catches him in the hallway as he heads out for his afternoon lectures, and hands him the drink with a smile
    • kevin, of course, doesnt really know how to handle casual gifts from friends so of course he’s like ????
    • but kevin “gotta whole ass everything ever” day wants to try, because he really appreciates what renee is doing, so he starts making extra food when he makes lunch and leaves a plate with a sticky note on the counter with dan before he leaves and runs into renee in the hallway as usual
  • renee brings her religious theory readings to kevin to ask him about different historical events she can use to back up her essay points and kevin just gets so excited that she just lets him rant on and on even when he’s given her plenty of information
  • kevin sends renee really funny snaps that are just videos of his face, blank of expression, with people acting dumb in the background. he manages to pass the weirdest stuff on campus and always gets it on video for renee and she thinks theyre absolutely hilarious
    • in return she sends him history memes. never thought you’d see kevin day snort-laugh but the first time he gets a meme about the inquisition he almost falls out of his chair
  • renee is low key really funny? like sometimes she’ll say things under her breath and whoever is standing next to her will catch her clever comment, and more and more often that person is kevin
  • when kevin is anxious and looking for a drink to drown his feelings in, renee will drag him out on a walk if he can’t sit still, and other times she’ll simply sit next to him with a hand on his knee, keeping him grounded, asking questions in a low voice to draw him out of his memories
  • when renee gets that cold edge that slices through her typically calm, welcoming exterior, kevin will complain loudly about how andrew and neil arent around for extra practice so that she’ll offer to go with him and it won’t feel like everyone can see her cracks showing
  • they have a hand shake. they just do. i don’t make the rules ok
  • renee sometimes has to reign in kevin’s competitive spirit since nearly everyone else eggs him on
    • kevin: i’m going to destroy him. he’s gonna wish he was never born. i’m going to beat him, and then i’ll beat him again. this cannot stand. i won’t let it.
    • renee: kevin it was just connect four and nicky beat you because you were drunk
    • kevin: this cannot stand.
    • renee: ….uh huh. drink your smoothie.
  • after his years in the nest, kevin doesn’t like to be alone. he doesn’t necessarily like a lot of people around, but being alone feels like he’s off kilter, and it probably will for years. with so many people though, it feels like he owes them something. like there’s an expectation he has to be aware of meeting at all times. with renee, it’s not like that. renee values him from his skills on the court to his ability to go on for four hours non stop on the effects of colonialism. kevin doesnt feel like Kevin Day™, exy star, world champion, media golden boy. he just feels like kevin. 
  • renee sometimes feels like she doesn’t deserve the life she’s made for herself at palmetto. though most days she believes in and loves her god 100%, sometimes the memories sneak up on her and she feels her faith in herself, in her god’s forgiveness, wither. but kevin is relentless. he is the most determined and passionate person renee has ever met. and though his words always come out better when pointing out flaws in technique, his little acts of kindness help her on her worst days, especially because he doesn’t even sees it as a gift to her. he sees every kindness given to renee as something she wholeheartedly deserves, and has zero tolerance of any suggestion otherwise.
  • kevin’s sometimes overexcited reactions are balmed by renee’s steady calm. renee’s fractures are held together by kevin’s perseverance. they balance each other out.

anonymous asked:

I love alternate meets canon stories to! Can you do something else with this maybe? one of them switching to a world where they're in love and the other one thinking it's their boyfriend and being all confused about it? (Sterek of course)

OHGOD anon you shouldn’t have done that. You’ve given me the excuse to write something I’ve been wanting to do for a while now.


“Oh, thank God” is the first thing Derek hears when he steps into the Stilinski house.

Scott’s trying to catch his eye – the only information Derek had gotten in his text was approximately “something wrong with Stiles. Go with it ‘til we know more” – but whatever he’s trying to communicate with his wildly arching eyebrows isn’t enough. Derek’s completely unprepared for the way Stiles pushes past Scott and Lydia, sets a hand on Derek’s hip, and leans in like he’s going to kiss him.

Which… what?

Derek jerks back, huffing sharply, expecting to be confronted with a smirk, a joke. Even if this doesn’t carry the flavor of Stiles’ usual humor, it would make far more sense than any alternative.

Because something wrong with Stiles doesn’t nearly cover the concept of Stiles suddenly deciding it’s a good idea to stick his tongue down Derek’s throat.

But Stiles doesn’t smirk, doesn’t tease. No, Stiles pauses, still too close in Derek’s space, and winces like the reaction stings. But then he glances over at the others, grimacing and nodding.

“I know, I don’t know what they’re doing here. At first I thought it was a little Argent emissary thing, but he just keeps asking if I’m ok.” He turns, rolling his eyes, arm sliding to loop around Derek’s waist. It’s all Derek can do not to jump again or swat the hand away. Go with it ‘til we know more. “Like I haven’t told him a thousand times that I’m beyond good here with you.”

Scott’s searching Derek’s face like he’s trying to find an answer there, but Derek’s just as lost as Scott seems to be. Stiles goes on, oblivious, while they frown at each other across the room.

“And now that you can see, yet again, that I’m fine, how about you get the hell out? It still kind of sucks to look at you.”

Scott looks wounded and Stiles just looks down, face carefully blank.

Derek’s head is spinning, his skin tingling where Stiles’ arm grips him. The heat of a warm body radiating against his side is a foreign presence, strange and soothing and decidedly uncomfortable.

Any number of things could be causing Stiles to act like this – from an average concussion to a curse – but whatever the cause, Scott was right in his text. Upsetting Stiles before they know what they’re dealing with would be a bad idea.

The silence has gone on too long. Stiles is shifting against, him, snapping: “I’m serious, Scott. Spit out whatever platitudes Argent sent you to say and get out.”

Argent again.

Derek’s at a loss, and Scott just gapes helplessly. It’s Lydia who finally speaks up, piecing together the perfect amount of vague and honest as she answers: “Stiles, it’s ok. We’re… we’re all working together on something right now.”

Stiles barely reacts, paying her less attention than Derek thought he was capable of. Lydia winces before straightening her shoulders, a small hurt vanishing behind a long-perfected mask. She shoots Derek a significant look. Apparently he’s the only one Stiles will listen to right now.

His head’s still spinning. He clears his throat.

“Right, we are,” is all he can manage, a little gruff in his too-tight throat. Stiles stiffens, looking startled and angry, but not doubtful.

“Seriously? You and them?”

“Yeah.” Derek wishes it had been Lydia that Stiles was cursed to listen to. He has no idea at all how to handle this. “We have a… common interest for the time being.” Stiles is still frowning, and Derek drags his gaze back to Scott. He can’t keep playing this game blind. “Actually, I need to talk to Scott alone for a minute.”

Stiles goes quiet, and when Derek looks over he finds amber eyes narrowed on him softly, searchingly.

“Ok,” Stiles finally breathes, in a way that’s far too intimate for such a small word, that carries layers of respect and trust and fondness that Derek wants to shy away from, that he doesn’t deserve, hasn’t earned. Derek has never known that a gaze could say so much, but Stiles’ eyes are expressing whole soliloquies of “I trust you, I know you’re doing this for a good reason, and I believe that you’ll tell me when I need to know.” It’s so far outside anything Stiles has ever shown him that Derek feels himself getting lost in the expression.

He’s pulled out of it when Stiles’ hand brushes his cheek, has barely enough time to brace himself before Stiles is kissing him, slow and soft. He fights the urge to pull away (don’t upset him, play along, don’t do anything that might damage him further) and there are feelings squirming inside him suddenly, urging Derek to shrink from the contact, to melt into it.

It’s a simple kiss, not at all like a first kiss, as if Stiles and he have been doing this every day for ages and will keep doing it every day for a long time yet.

When Stiles draws back, Derek’s feeling heavy-lidded, chest tight, strangely breathless. Stiles smiles and brushes a finger over Derek’s lip.

“Alright, Big Bad Wolf. Go have your secret summit. I’ll be waiting.”


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red-paladin  asked:

how about some fluffy pre-family au. these two dumb college boys just started dating and keith takes his new boyfriend on a cute picnic date (or vice versa) like trying to catch grapes or candies the other person is throwing with their mouths and all that cute shit. at first it's a bit awkward since the relationship is still really new but then they remember they were friends before and realise it's stupid to be so nervous around each other. basically they're adorable dorks in love <333

[The Voltron Pre-Family] So, last night Shiro—Keith’s best friend—confessed to him. Long story short, they were together-together and Keith was freaking out.

He didn’t know anything about relationships, more so, what you do in it. Who knew having a boyfriend could bring so much unnecessary dilemma to him? He could be reading a book and yet here he was googling something dumb. 

Keith Kogane: Shiro. You up for lunch together later?
Takashi Shirogane changed Keith Kogane to ShirosLoveOfHisLife.
ShirosLoveOfHisLife: What the actual ef
ShirosLoveOfHisLife: Did you seriously just change my name?
Takashi Shirogane: It’s the truth! You can change mine if you want. 😉
ShirosLoveOfHisLife changed Takashi Shirogane to Shiropoop.
Shiropoop: That’s a typo right? You were meant to type Shiropoo?? Right?
ShirosLoveOfHisLife: Nope. I didn’t. Cause you’re so full of shit sometimes.
Shiropoop: Now that’s just really mean. ☹️
ShirosLoveOfHisLife: Beggars can’t be choosers.
Shiropoop changed ShirosLoveOfHisLife to RedBean.
RedBean: W H Y
Shiropoop: Because you love red and I love beans and I love you. 😁
Shiropoop: Keith, you’re making those weird noises. Are you alright?
Shiropoop: Oh my gosh. YOU’RE BLUSHING! 
RedBean: Say that again and I’m going to break up with you.
Shiropoop: You can’t do that! 😰 We’ve only been together for 7 hours! BUT WHO’S COUNTING!? 😤😤
RedBean: Just. Let’s have lunch together later ok?
Shiropoop: Why do you act all so shy? 😏 We always eat lunch together.

Hours later, Keith texted the location where they would meet after Shiro’s microbiology class. He had it all prepared and he hoped it wasn’t too cheesy. 

“Oh my god, this is so cheesy!” A new voice caught Keith’s attention.

He looked up and saw Shiro walking towards him. He had a black blanket laid on the ground and a picnic basket on his side. He glared at his boyfriend who sat down beside him.

“I mean, it’s not a bad thing! I love it! I love cheesy things!” Shiro held both his hands up in surrender, then his face softened into a smile. “This is wonderful, Keith. I didn’t peg you to be the kind of guy who liked eating outdoors while observing nature. So what do we have for lunch?”

Keith just rolled his eyes and turned to the side to place the basket between them. He took out two tupperwares and handed one to Shiro, “I cooked us spaghetti simply because I wanted that.”

“Of course,” Shiro chuckled softly, opening the container. “Hmm, smells delicious. As expected from Master Chef Keith.”

“And then I have fruits. I got us grapes and oranges because you love grapes and I love oranges.” 

“How considerate, thank you.”

“And lastly, mango juice boxes because I have to be practical. I can’t have liquids spilling all over my basket,” he placed both on the blanket. 

Shiro’s face lit up upon seeing them. “I haven’t had a juice box since I was in elementary!” He examined one back to back with such delight. Then he looked at Keith who was sitting cross legged, observing him while playing with his fingers. Shiro must’ve noticed that something was on Keith’s mind but if ever he did, he chose not to voice it out.

They ate and they chat like they usually do, except Shiro sat really close to him and their thighs bumped each other, again, no big deal or so Keith tried to think so. It wasn’t until Shiro started throwing grapes at him for his mouth to catch that Keith started to feel a little awkward. He might have noticed that people began staring at them and it didn’t help either that Shiro was looking at him with that love struck face as if it was just them in the school amphitheater. Keith didn’t know when the place started to get crowded. 

“Keith, look at me,” Shiro’s voice disrupted his thoughts. He took Keith’s hands and as soon as their eyes met, he continued, “Is it getting too much for you?”

Keith shook his head. “It’s just—,” he paused to look at their hands. “We were just best friends yesterday morning and right now…,” he paused again to let out a deep breath. “It’s… it’s a lot to take in. It’s really kinda weird to get feelings reciprocated. I mean, obviously, Starfire can’t return my feelings since she’s a fictional character and—”

The gentle squeeze he received from Shiro made Keith look down at their hands once again. He looked up at Shiro and he was just smiling at him.

“You’re rambling again,” his boyfriend said. “I know we started as friends who didn’t have romantic feelings for each other, so doing couple things together might be a little weird and awkward for you first. This is your first relationship after all. But you’re doing great so far, Keith,” Shiro paused to bump his finger on Keith’s chin which made him smile. “You thought of this great lunch picnic and I’m not sure if it would matter, but no one had ever done this for me.”

“Man, you had really shitty girlfriends back then,” Keith chuckled, feeling somewhat a little better. 

Shiro just shrugged it off, “Well, they obviously had nothing on my boyfriend, who can cook great pasta and is apparently cheating on me with Starfire.”

“Oh, shut up,” Keith rolled his eyes fondly. “She was my first love.” 

After they cleaned up their place, they headed to their next classes together. Shiro’s room was nearer, so when they reached the door to his class, Shiro pulled Keith into a goodbye hug. “Thanks again for lunch. Also, if you’d like, we can take things slow. Go at your own pace.”

“Yeah,” Keith nodded. “I’d very much like that.”