he is drinking chocolate milk

Keanu Reeves is perfect bf material. like he wouldn’t force u to go to any dumb family events or parties u wd just sit home and smoke on the doorstep. no food at home bc both of u were too dead to buy any so u eat chips for dinner and drink chocolate milk. sometimes he blankly stares at the wall so u join him. relationship goals.

anonymous asked:

“yes, i know this is a bar but you’re a rlly hot bartender and i panicked and said “cHOCOLATE MILK” when you asked me what i wanted to drink, now i just want to crawl away and hide forever” au? :")

Phichit stands up for five seconds.

(Five seconds.)

(And everything goes wrong.)

It doesn’t start when the bartender speaks, no, it starts when he turns around. His hair is silver, which had been distracting enough when it hadn’t been paired with that jawline, those sparkling blue eyes, the smirk that is directed at Yuuri and makes his toes curl involuntarily. And then, in the dim lighting of the run-down bar that Phichit had dragged them to, Yuuri watches the bartender step forward and casually lean one elbow on the counter, resting his chin on his palm.

“Can I get you anything?” he asks, and Yuuri adds his sultry voice to the list he is currently composing of deadly traits that this man possesses.

Yuuri doesn’t know much about alcohol. He drinks it, sure, but he isn’t one to head out to bars or pubs or anything of that nature on a regular basis. On the rare occasion that he does, Phichit typically orders for him.

(But Phichit stood up for five seconds, remember?)

“Do you have, um…” He glances around, desperate. A martini, he thinks. Or is that too classy? Whiskey? Beer? A margarita? No, none of it feels right, but the bartender’s eyes are poring into him and his toes are still curling in the most uncomfortable way in his too-tight dress shoes that he’d borrowed from Phichit because his are back in Japan and his palms are starting to get clammy and he unconsciously looks for Phichit who is gone, gone, and can’t be here to tell him what drink would impress the bartender, who is still staring at him because he hasn’t said a single word and—

“Chocolate milk?” Yuuri asks in a short breath.

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evan headcanons
- he sleeps with stuffed animals still. jared makes fun of him for it but we all know damn well that jared still sleeps with stuffed animals too
- he’s really good with kids. like, really good. sometimes to fulfill service requirements for school he goes to work w his mom and spends time w the kids on the pediatric floor. he HATES hospitals but he would die for those kids
- evan sleeps w his windows open at all times of the year. hurricane-force winds? check. sub-zero temps? yup. he likes the sounds and the fresh breeze. plus his meds make him overheat constantly so what’s inhumanly cold to others is a perfect temp for him to snuggle into his blankets
- he barely ever sees his dads family, but when he does their little yappy dog is always around. the dog is RUDE and hates literally everyone except for evan. evan takes a certain pride in this.
- he keeps so many half filled notebooks in the drawers under his bed. he likes to write descriptions of nature to calm himself down; it kind of works as meditation for him. heidi knows the writing is there but she’s not one to snoop.
- when he’s anxious (always) evan has trouble eating. to combat starvation he drinks a shit ton of chocolate milk.
- before his dad left the hansen fam went to disney world & when he met mickey evan cried. there’s a photographic record. jared also will not let this go

Creepypasta #1035: Chocolate Milk

Length: Short

“But Dad! Me and Carly want chocolate milk,” Timothy whined, tugging on Dale’s hand.

With an exasperated sigh, Dale brought the shopping cart to a halt in the middle of the freezer aisle. He hated chocolate milk, and didn’t want Timothy drinking it. He considered giving the boy another lecture on the nutritional benefits of the whole milk over chocolate, but decided against it. It wasn’t worth the trouble of negotiating with a five year old. There are some things children just don’t understand. He decided to compromise and get the two percent.

Reaching for the door handle, Dale froze. Staring back at him on the other side of the glass was Timothy, smiling back at him. A younger photo of him, of course. Back when he had his natural hair color, before Dale dyed it black. The bold red lettering printed on the carton twisted his stomach into knots.

MISSING

Stephen K. Akers

Date Missing: 4/7/1990

From: Lyndhurst, NJ

DOB: 2/19/1988

WHITE MALE

Eyes: Green

Hair: Blond

If you can identify this child, or any other missing children, report any information you may have to:

The National Center for Missing and Exploited Children: 1-800-843-5678

Timothy was young in the photos, but it was unmistakably him. Even he would recognize that. Dale’s eyes darted to the whole milk on the shelf below.

MISSING

Mary McKenna

Date Missing: 1/22/1993

From: Staten Island, NY

DOB: 9/05/1992

WHITE FEMALE

Eyes: Blue

Hair: Blonde

A cold sweat ran down Dale’s forehead to the top of his brow. She was sitting happily in the cart, enjoying her sippy cup. She was too young, but surely someone would recognize her. Timothy might even piece it together.

Timothy tugged at the bottom of his father’s jacket. “Dad! I want chocolate milk!”

Dale yanked the door open and grabbed the chocolate milk, quickly inspecting it. Mercifully absent of any more PSAs, he put it in the cart and shuffled out of the aisle, with Timothy happily skipping behind.

Dale hated chocolate milk, but anything else just wasn’t worth the trouble. There are some things that children just don’t understand.

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I have this thing. With solangelo. It’s that Aphrodite blesses them with three children that actually have their DNA. Just like, “here, have this children. Have these babies. There you go.” And I have these headcanons for them?
There’s two boys, fraternal twins, one looks like Nico, one looks like Will. Then there’s a little girl about three years younger than them. Twins are, in this order, Carter and Christopher (idk I keep hearing these names). Girl is, what, Emma? Yeah.
• Nico and Will made all the names have a unisex nickname or a version of the name for the other gender in case they wanted to be trans (Carter is unisex, Chris is, as well, Emma to Emmet)
• Emma never forgets anyone’s birthday
• She always runs into their room and jumps on them, screaming, “HAPPY BIRTHDAY!”
• Chris absolutely loves dark chocolate, and he won’t eat any other chocolate but he’ll drink chocolate milk
• Nico has this really successful job that pays really well and let’s his artistic personality flow and he wears a tie to work
• Carter gets really interested in Nico’s job so Nico teaches him things like his techniques for vanishing art block and how to tie a tie
• Emma really really loves it when it’s stormy but she’s inside and the blinds are shut and the lights are on because it’s the perfect environment for colouring in little designs with the sparkly gel pens Chris got her for CHRIStmas (pun very much intended)
• Nico and Will always snuggle up watching TV
• Chris always jumps on their bed first and snuggles up on the outside of Will
• Carter on the outside of Nico
• Emma in the middle
• On Christmas morning, Emma is really tired and she opens the present really slowly
• Chris and Carter just go for the stockings first because Will and Nico always pack them full of pens and candy and Scotch tape because they use it for everything
• Nico sits with Emma in his lap while she opens her presents, sipping a cup of coffee
• Carter and Chris always sit in a blanket nest together and compare their gifts bc they like to mix all the pens together so they can use more colours
• Then they go to IHOP for breakfast because pancakes
• After IHOP they meet up with the seven, Reyna, and their friends from camp, at Camp for a huge Christmas celebration because reasons

Well, this turned into a list of Christmas headcanons but I hope you enjoyed my trashy mind oh god

Mitch Marner

You were lying in bed with your boyfriend, Mitch Marner. You were playing around on your phone while he placed his head on your stomach and ran his fingers up and down your sides. You hear his breathing get a bit heavier and you realize he had fallen asleep. You run your hands through his hair and he wraps his arms around your body.

“I love you.” He whispers.

You smile and kiss the top of his head, “I love you, too.”

“Do you want me to make breakfast, my love?” He says softly.

“As long as you don’t burn the apartment down,” you tell him and let a giggle out. He gets out of bed, wearing nothing but basketball shorts, and heads out of the bedroom.

You stay in bed for a few extra minutes, but then finally decide to get up. You leave your phone on the bed and walk to the kitchen. When you get to the kitchen, you see Mitch’s back facing you. You walk up to him and wrap your arms around his body. You place a gentle kiss on his back and he turns around smiling. He puts his hands on your face and kisses you.

“Can I help you with anything?” You ask.

“Nope. Just place your cute ass on the couch and I will bring you your breakfast in a few minutes.” Mitch says and continues to cook.

You grab a blanket and place yourself on the couch. You turn the TV on and flip through the channels.

“Is it okay if I put hockey on?”

“Your asking the boy that plays hockey for a living.”

You laugh at Mitch’s response and click on hockey highlights. After a few minutes, Mitch brings the breakfast over.

“Pancakes, eggs, bacon, and your favorite drink of all time, chocolate milk,” he says while he places your plate and cup on the coffee table.

You giggle and thank Mitch for the breakfast. He leaves the living room and then returns a split second later with his breakfast. He joins you on the couch, and steals half the blanket from you.

The two of you watch hockey highlights and enjoy the breakfast. When your both finished, Mitch runs off to get ready for practice while you clean up the kitchen.

“Goodbye, beautiful, see you after practice.” You hear Mitch yell.

“See ya, hot stuff.” You yell back and laugh.

Prompt: Imagine being an omega in a polyamorous relationship with alpha Kylo Ren and alpha Armitage Hux. No jealousy, just love.


A/N this kinda has a lot of themes but I just really thought this would be cute. Enjoy!


Warnings: smut, abo, impreg, pregnant reader, female reader, kylux


It was quite rare for an omega to have two alphas. But you’d doubt that anyone would question Kylo Ren or General Hux. The relationship was not just a fling or uncivilised affair. You loved both of them and they both loved you and each other.


One night you were all feeling quite frisky. Your heat had started early and that caused your alphas to go into their ruts.


Kylo woke up to your heavenly smell and nuzzled into your neck. Taking in a whiff of the red scabbed over bite marks that he and Armitage had left there. Your combined scent only drove him even more mad. He didn’t even know he was doing it but he started dry humping you and causing a ruckus.


Both you and Hux awoke to the rutting alpha trying to mate with you. In your conscious state you felt your heat hit hard and the smell of your alphas surrounding you. Kylo went to nip at your sensitive neck causing you to let out little whimpers. Hux moved to remove his shorts and sleep tank top before trying to pull you from Kylo’s grip. Kylo refused to let you go even if just to get undressed. He instead pulled Hux closed and planted a wet kiss to his lips. While they were distracted you slipped free and removed your t-shirt and soaked panties before going to lick and suck Armitage’s throbbing cock.


Hux let out a moan, breaking the kiss and put his attention on you. Kylo quickly discarded his shorts and t-shirt then went to line himself up with your entrance. He placed a large warm hand on your back before pushing in slowly. His thick alpha cock stretched your little hole so wide you were a moaning, slobbery mess on Hux’s cock. Your mind started to go cloudy as you started to enter a feral state. Kylo and Armitage looked at each other over your sweaty body and kissed roughly while rocking into both of your ends.


The kiss broke and kylo pulled out to lie down on his back. He motioned for you to come and ride him. You took a seat just above his thick dick and kissed his pretty plush lips. He moved a hand through your hair and pushed his tongue into your mouth.


“you taste like Hux.” He said in a dark whisper. You moaned and scooted back to sink onto his pulsing erection. Yelping at the sheer size of it. “Is my pretty little kitten comfortable on Daddy’s cock?” Kylo said with a smirk. His eyes completely dark now and full of lust.


“y-yes alpha. You’re just so big.”


Hux watched the scene before him and stroked himself. After a moment, Kylo noticed.


“aren’t you going to join us Armitage?” he pulls open your ass to show the tight skin already stretched around his dick. “there’s room for one more.”


Armitage moved on top on you and began kissing the back of your neck. “oh oh alpha!” you gripped his hair as he bit at the sensitive marks that showed who you belonged to. He looked at Kylo’s dark eyes and then lined himself up with your already stuffed pussy. With one push he was inside of you, filling you to the point where it was painful.


“A-ahh! Alpha! It hurts!” you moaned into Kylo’s chest.

“Shh shh it’s okay sweet love.” Hux said to you with a loving tone while stroking your hair. “The pain will be gone in a moment.” both alphas proceeded to rock in and out of your aching hole. Kylo sucked at your tit while Hux bit at your bonding gland.


“a-AHH! ALPHAS! I WANT IT! I WANT YOUR KNOT! PLEASE!”


You started crying from the intense pleasure. Both alphas vigorously rocking into you before exploding and filling you to the brim. One knot was filling but two knots stretched your stomach full of cum. Your intense orgasms all together were so extreme you didn’t even notice they had both bitten your bonding gland again.


Spent and tired, you all went into a peaceful sleep.



When morning came, you had been the first to awaken. Seeing your exhausted and beautiful alphas cuddling you close and keeping you safe warmed your heart. Kylo was the next to wake up.

“Goodmorning my kitten. Did you sleep well?”


“Yes I did, Alpha. I felt like I was in heaven after last night.”


“I’m glad to hear that. Shall we see if out other mate had awoken yet?”


You both look to see Armitage sleeping behind you with his thin arms holding you tight and a peaceful slumber overtaking his body. He released soft snores and cuddled into you for warmth. Kylo moved to kiss him on the forehead and wake him up. His pretty blue eyes opened to see his two favorite people.


“morning” He said with a sleepy tone.


“good morning love.” you replied.


“Armi? Don’t you think it’s time we let out little kitten lose for the day?” Kylo asked motioning to the deflated knots still inside your raw Pussy. They both slowly pulled out and watched as a river of their mixed him flowed out of you and formed a puddle on the sheets.


You went to cuddle them both “oh I love you both. My *kiss* lovely *kiss* alphas!”


“we love you too.” they said simultaneously before kissing you and then each other.



A little over three weeks had passed since that day. You had started feeling a bit queasy and didn’t know why. You didn’t want to worry Hux or Kylo so instead went to the med bay.


The droids did their usual routine; poked and prodded, urine sample, 50 questions, the works. It was in their system. They were programmed to keep you as healthy as possible. After the test results came back the droids informed you that you pregnant!


Your first litter! How exciting. You were independent but it is nature that an omega would want pups. Only one problem. How would you tell Kylo and Armitage? You were all important to the first order and a litter takes up so much time. You didn’t even know who’s baby it was! There was so much to plan now. So much to think about. So much that wasn’t planned.

—-

You decided to wait in your quarters to tell them. You couldn’t deny you were excited. You loved them both so much and raising pups together was a dream. You were lost in thought when Kylo opened the doors and walked in. Removing his large helmet and placing it on the table before walking over to you and giving you a soft kiss.


“Hello my shooting star. How was your day.”


“Very eventful. When Armi gets home I’ll tell you both all about it!” you said with excitement in your eyes. Kylo had promised you that he wouldn’t read your mind. He respected your privacy and never looked in your thoughts. There was no way he knew about the baby.


After Kylo changed into some lounging clothes you cuddled up on the couch and watched a movie while waiting for Hux to return home. After about an hour the doors opened and you both rushed over to greet him.


After a long day of dealing with mindless stormtroopers and lieutenants that can’t follow orders, coming home to his loving mates was the greatest thing in the world.


“oh hello my lovelies. How were you two today?” he asked with a tired expression.


“Well I actually have some wonderful news for the two of you.” you spoke with full confidence. No matter what happened you knew they would always love you.


“I’ve been feeling a bit sick lately and decided to go to the med bay today and see what the trouble was. As it turns out… I’m pregnant!”


Armi’s jaw dropped and Kylo cheered. Picking you up and spinning you before kissing you and turning to Hux.


“Oh my dear! This is wonderful! I know the child will be safe here and loved. I’m sure Snoke will be more than pleased to hear this.” Kylo was elated. He used to fear being a father, thinking that he wouldn’t do a good job, that he would end up like his father but when he met you and Hux he knew he wouldn’t do it alone and that he would try to be a better father than his.


Armitage was speechless. He always loved the idea of you being full of his pups and raising them with you and Kylo. Instead of speaking he began to sob tears of joy. You and Kylo hugged the sobbing redhead close and marveled in the joyous moment.


“(y/n), Kylo we’re gonna have a pup!” Armitage was still crying. He felt so blessed. This was one of the greatest moments in his life. You were so happy to have your alphas there. They’d protect you and your protect them.


—-

You were now six months pregnant. You had yet to find out if it was Hux or Kylo who was the biological father but decided it didn’t matter. They’d love the child no matter what. At this stage in the pregnancy you had begun nesting. The bed was practically a blanket fort now. They made sure you had the finest and softest blankets in the galaxy. The softest pillows man has ever touched.


You spent most of your time in the nest these days. Kylo would spoil you with sweet teas and snacks while Hux tried his best to keep you and the baby healthy. It was a bit extreme at times. He wouldn’t even allow you to eat certain chocolates or drink blue milk. They would keep you under close eye yes but also gave you all the love in the world.


You were constantly being covered in kisses and cuddled. Your favorite time was at night when Kylo would cuddle close to you face with one hand on your tummy and the other holding your head close. Armitage would hold you from behind. He’d place his hand on top of Kylo’s and nuzzle into your neck. No omega had ever felt more safe or comfortable. It was beautiful.


—-


Today was the day. Your water broke and Kylo lifted you to the med bay with Hux running close behind.


It was so hard but so rewarding. You must have been pushing for 5 hours at least and out popped your lovely baby. A beautiful little boy with your nose and Kylo’s pretty eyes. He already had small bits of curly black hair sprouting out of his head. You were all so thankful and ready to calm down with your new joy when the baby was taken to get cleaned and the doctor informed you to push again.


“Push again? Why?” asked Kylo with great concern.


“To get out the other baby sir. She’s having twins.”


Speechless for a moment you looked at Kylo and then at Hux. Twins? That was very unexpected. Your confusion was interrupted when you felt a sharp pain that forced you to push again. After another 10 minutes out popped another baby boy. This one with blue eyes and red hair. He was so lovely you thought you would cry. The baby was taken to be cleaned while you and your alphas recovered from the experience.


When the babies were brought to you it was like seeing the rainbow after the rain. You all cooed at your new bundles of joy. The room was filled with nothing but love.


After about an hour you had dosed off from exhaustion while feeding the small litter. Kylo sat by you and stroked your hair while Armitage made sure the babies were warm and safe. Kylo kissed you on the head before whispering “I love you” then did the same to both of your pups before kissing Hux on the lips.


“I love you Kylo. And I love her. I love them. I’ve never felt so much love”


“I know Armitage.  I know”

Chocolate Milk.

“But Dad! Me and Carly want chocolate milk,” Timothy whined, tugging on Dale’s hand.

With an exasperated sigh, Dale brought the shopping cart to a halt in the middle of the freezer aisle. He hated chocolate milk, and didn’t want Timothy drinking it. He considered giving the boy another lecture on the nutritional benefits of the whole milk over chocolate, but decided against it. It wasn’t worth the trouble of negotiating with a five year old. There are some things children just don’t understand. He decided to compromise and get the two percent.

Reaching for the door handle, Dale froze. Staring back at him on the other side of the glass was Timothy, smiling back at him. A younger photo of him, of course. Back when he had his natural hair color, before Dale dyed it black. The bold red lettering printed on the carton twisted his stomach into knots.


MISSING

Stephen K. Akers

Date Missing: 4/7/1990

From: Lyndhurst, NJ

DOB: 2/19/1988

WHITE MALE

Eyes: Green

Hair: Blond

If you can identify this child, or any other missing children, report any information you may have to:

The National Center for Missing and Exploited Children: 1-800-843-5678


Timothy was young in the photos, but it was unmistakably him. Even he would recognize that. Dale’s eyes darted to the Whole milk on the shelf below.


MISSING

Mary McKenna

Date Missing: 1/22/1993

From: Staten Island, NY

DOB: 9/05/1992

WHITE FEMALE

Eyes: Blue

Hair: Blonde


A cold sweat ran down Dale’s forehead to the top of his brow. She was sitting happily in the cart, enjoying her sippy cup. She was too young, but surely someone would recognize her. Timothy might even piece it together.

Timothy tugged at the bottom of his father’s jacket. “Dad! I want chocolate milk!”

Dale yanked the door open and grabbed the chocolate milk, quickly inspecting it. Mercifully absent of any more PSAs, he put it in the cart and shuffled out of the aisle, with Timothy happily skipping behind.

Dale hated chocolate milk, but anything else just wasn’t worth the trouble. There are some things that children just don’t understand.

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Day Five of Adrinette Month is Coffee Shop AU!!  This drabble takes place when our heros are in university. It assumes that Adrien never went to school with Marinette and her friends. While writing this, I listened to Coffee Shop by BAP, which I think fits pretty well. I hope you enjoy!

Also on AO3


Adrien didn’t mind the night shift. It was quiet. Generally only one or two customers came in during the late hours, and Adrien spent his spare time reading behind the counter. 

Tonight was no different. It was about midnight, and the only other person in the shop was one of his daytime shift regulars. She was a very pretty university student who lived nearby. Normally, she came by in the mornings for a caramel macchiato before class. They rarely spoke more than a few words to one another, but he always remembered her. She had long, black hair and big, bright blue eyes that reminded him of another girl that used to make his heart pound. 

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Two-Bit Headcanons

Request: Is it alright if I request hcs for being Two-bit’s younger sister (in addition to his canon one) and like her relationship w the guys? Thanks!

a/n: Hope these are alright. :)

Being his younger sister

-having Two-Bit’s sense of humor.

-having identical laughs and smiles.

-you have the same color eyes.

-he let’s you tag along everywhere he goes, except when drinking is involved.

-prank wars.

-everyone knows your Two-Bit’s kid sister.

-getting along really well with Kathy.

-making everything a competition between the two of you.

-you’re basically a younger version of him.

-stealing each other’s food.

-standing up for each other, and being closer than two peas in a pod.

Relationship w/ the guys

-everybody loves you, seeing as how you’re just like Two-Bit.

-Steve always gets mad at you because you make him snort so hard the chocolate milk he was drinking comes out of his nose.

-Darry thinks your adorable.

-Soda loves hanging out with you.

-Johnny likes being around you all the time, because you can make him laugh.

-Sometimes you and Dally prank everybody Two-Bit included.

-Ponyboy has a huge crush on you and laughs way to hard at every joke you tell. 

psa: super heckin long

I saw some other simblrs do this, and thought it is a great way to ‘celebrate’ mental health awareness week/month/whatever it is. 

So, here! Have a little bit of my journey (so far). I still have a long way to go, but maybe it’ll help other people.

edit: a little bit in my terms means a lotta bit, apparently

also uh TW for abuse and w/e its not good lmao

also its a jumble be prepared

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anonymous asked:

So, what about some happy and fluffy McSpirk at the academy?

  • Neither Jim nor Bones like Spock very much initially. But, to be fair, Leonard doesn’t like most people. They have to work on an assignment together, and all three of them have very different approaches in getting that done. Spock wants to do extensive research first, together. Bones wants to divide roles, do his own part, and then get over it. Jim’s more of a; wait until a week before the deadline and then work together for 24 hours until it’s all done. So they don’t particularly agree on this first assignment at all, and they mostly end up making the assignment by themselves. All three pass with a similar grade, so the extra work seems like a total waste of time in the end.
  • Jim and Bones grow rapidly closer, though. They spend a lot of time together. Either drinking, studying, and working out. Spock doesn’t seem that socially interested in the two of them, and neither are Jim and Bones.
  • But then a field assignment requires Jim to lead a party on a nearby planet. And against all odds, they work surprisingly well together. Jim oversees Spock researching local plants, and assists him with that. Bones turns the usable plants into a cream that ails a particular rash to the locals. Now, Jim doesn’t exactly assist with that, but seeing as a local flirt leaves him with similar symptoms, Bones uses Jim as a test subject to make sure the stuff is safe to use. 
  • “You wanna hang tonight?” Leonard asks Spock, and Spock frowns. “Hang?” “Yes, it’s Friday. Jim and I are going to have a few drinks in the bar.” “Oh, I don’t get drunk,” Spock says, and Leonard raises an eyebrow. “Then what do you do on a Friday night?” He asks, and Spock huffs. “I mean, I don’t get drunk on alcohol.” “Then what do you get drunk on?”
  • “What is that?” Jim asks when Bones walks in with grocery bags. “Chocolate milk,” Bones says. “What are we, kids?” “It’s for Spock,” Leonard says. “Spock?” Jim repeats, “first of all, Bones, what is Spock doing on our night out, and what is he doing, drinking chocolate milk?” “I thought we had a nice time on that planet.” “We had an okay time on that planet,” Jim counters. “The only reason you had a mildly inconvenience on that planet is because you decided to sleep with one of the sick locals,” Bones says, “I asked Spock to drink with us tonight, but he only gets drunk on chocolate. Hence, the chocolate milk.” Jim listens to that, rubbing the back of his neck with a frown. “Fine. Okay.”
  • It’s actually surprisingly fun. Spock meets up with them at Bones’ dorm, and while they get drunk on whiskey and bourbon, Spock gets equally drunk on chocolate milk. And just the fact that he’s willing to do that already leaves a good impression on Jim, and besides, Spock is hilarious when drunk. Ups his sarcasm, apparently knows all the campus gossip. They go to a bar after a few drinks at home, where they drink beer – and it’s really just pure luck that one of those hipster San Fran bars serves them a special brewed chocolate stout. So they’re really just drinking together, playing card games, loudly disagreeing with each other on school assignments, and try to hit on other people. Or, well, Jim tries. Bones is the only one actually succeeding, though. But before he can actually leave with someone, both Spock and Jim get sick from chugging down another 3 drinks too fast, and so rather than actually getting laid, Bones spends the rest of his night rubbing Spock’s back as he throws up in the toilet, and then having a bucket ready for Jim, too. “I hate you guys,” Spock grunts tiredly, and Bones laughs, handing him a glass of water. “Right back at you, pal.”
  • Now, when Spock joins them more regularly on a Friday night, they don’t actually go out to bars anymore. They just share a drink in either one of their dorm rooms, watching TV, playing board games, or video games. During exam weeks, they rehearse the theory together. Spock and Jim take Bones to a flight site to help him get over his fear of flying. It doesn’t work as well as they hoped, but at least Bones gets to pass the basics of flying which allows him to actually continue his studies.
  • Over the summer, Spock goes back to Vulcan to be with his family. Bones goes to Joanna. Jim spends about one week with his mom, which is enough time to catch up, and just long enough before he gets bored out of his mind. But that does mean he spends the rest of the summer all by himself. Spock and Bones come back to San Fran two weeks early just so the three of them can spend the rest of summer going out, having late noon picnics in the park. Bones naps, Jim’s on his phone, Spock’s just quietly reading. They go swimming on the beach, and Spock rubs Jim’s back when he inevitably gets sunburnt. "Do you want to go on a roadtrip?“ Jim asks, “we could go to LA.” “Jim, school starts in like, three days,” Bones says, but Jim shrugs. “So? We’ll go tonight, spend tomorrow in LA, and go back home on Sunday. What’s the worst that could happen?“ 
  • They decide to go by car instead of train, shuttle, or other. And that’s also where it all goes wrong. The GPS doesn’t work properly, and somehow neither boys can agree on how to actually follow the road signs to one of the country’s biggest cities. They never actually make it to LA. They drive through most of Friday night, until Bones is exhausted and grumpy, Jim is hungry, and Spock’s all of those things. They find a motel in some small town instead, and sleep through most of Saturday. They find a small diner, but it doesn’t have any vegetarian options for Spock, so they drive around until they find a small cafe. All three look miserable when they get their food, but eating does miracles. “So, I don’t think we’re gonna make it to LA,” Jim says, and Spock shoots him a glance. “I’m certain we won’t,” he agrees. “But hey, we can just go to a bar here tonight, have a couple drinks, and head back tomorrow.” “Fine,” Bones says, and Spock nods as well. “Fine.”
  • It’s the last Saturday before school starts again, so all three permit themselves to get as drunk as they were on the first time they went out together. Bones just makes sure they all keep drinking water, too, so neither of them actually ends up throwing up from drinking too much. 
  • They stumble into the motel room late at night, and by the time Jim returns from the bathroom, he’s just stunned at the sight of Spock actually kissing Bones. It must be a drunken thing, but Jim just doesn’t know what to do – besides enjoying that sight for a while. Eventually, Bones pulls away, pleasantly drunk color on his cheeks as he turns to look at Jim instead. “You joining in or what?” He asks. “I– what? I mean, yes,” Jim says, stepping in closer to the bed to join the other two, “absolutely.”
I think that possibly maybe I’m falling for you

 (inspired by acejohnmurphy and her idea of the Drarry coffee shop AU in which they are stupid competitive boys in love)

Today Harry is Roonil Wazlib and it is a grande non-fat mochachino with soy milk and a dash of caramel, smelling heavenly and Malfoy is smirking at him across the counter. It’s raining cats and dogs outside and Harry’s still wet hair is partly plastered to his skull, some strands already beginning to stick up in odd angles and curling at the edges. He sighs and swipes an especially bothering strand from his face, sipping at the cup. 

He listens to the music from the loudspeakers and is kind of glad that his friends aren’t here because they would tear Malfoy apart and make fun of him and that is Harry’s job, really. And as he leaves he places a ridiculously high tip without thinking of it. Malfoy doesn’t really need the high tip since his family is loaded but it surely can’t hurt, can it?

The next time he is Happy Potato and a Venti java chip chocolate cream with soy milk (he doesn’t drink normal milk as he is lactose-intolerant) and an extra dash of chocolate and kind of amused because of the name and Seamus and Dean are here too and their names are right and it makes Harry oddly proud that he is the only one Malfoy deliberately names wrong on the cups.

Then there is a match and they are both on fire that day and of course Harry’s team, the Lions, win by a high margin and of course Harry celebrates his win with a tall caramel frappé with cream and chocolate shavings and Malfoy is scowling at him and he is ‘The boy who lived to endlessly annoy me, really, Potter?’ and Harry snorts into his coffee and leaves another high tip because Malfoy’s eyes remind him of a storm cloud and doesn’t care about the stares of his teammates.

He meets Malfoy a week after that, again in the pouring rain and they get into a huge spat, sneering and scowling at each other and calling each other names, but suddenly Malfoy yells that Harry should just shut up and Harry dares him to try and make him shut up and then Malfoy presses him against a wall and teeth clash and warm bodies touch and hands tangle into hair and they are kissing as if they are about to drown, animalistic and wild, soaked with rain, their shirts translucent and quickly gotten rid off and they fall deeper, deeper, deeper.

When they surface, faces flushed and clothes sticky with rain and breathing hard, Malfoy just quirks an eyebrow at him and smirks that goddamn infuriating smirk of his before he pushes away and jogs off, leaving Harry standing there with a hammering heart and a quite scaring but kind of obvious relevation. 

So he goes back to the coffeeshop and orders a regular black coffee without any specials and the barista is someone different this time and Harry can’t ignore the pang in his heart as he makes his way to his usual booth. But then he sees the small sticky note attached to the cup and begins to smile so widely that he fears his face will break.

‘Potter, this is Pansy. Draco’s best friend. He asked me to give you his number so here you go. And I am not a ruddy owl. Treat him well or I will gut you. Pansy xx’

He saves the number attached into his contacts and leaves, tipping her and leaves the shop.

‘Hi Draco, this is Harry.’ he types, painstakingly mulling over every word. You wanted my number, so here it is. How about a date next week? - Harry’ he ends and sends, waiting with baited breath.

‘Hello Potter. You seem a bit nervous about meeting up. Scared? - Draco’ is the answer after a few seconds.

Harry laughs and takes a sip of his coffee, watching Pansy scowling at him and types back two words while he gazes to the horizon and thinks of eyes like the storm and nimble movements and hot kisses and maybe also the start of a crush developing.

‘You wish.’

Being best friends with Chan (Dino) would include


- him bringing you over to the practice room so he could show you some cool new dance choreo to a Michael Jackson song

- you being his number one fan, like you’re so hype, anything Dino does you’re just like yes! Slay! Fuck it up lee chan!!!!

- the fans shipping you both together because you’re always around each other but you both get all blushy like omg no we’re just friends pls

- promoting his album around school, work, your other friends, everywhere lmao, you even got a shirt that says “Chan” on the back but you don’t tell him

- Dino having your contact photo one he took of you drinking chocolate milk with no makeup on and your hair up and you’re mad about it but yours of him is him barely waking up w crusted drool so it’s even

- chan thinking you look cute in that pic but not daring to tell you

- sitting around the dorms with the rest of the svtn retelling old stories you have with Chan, while he sits in the corner all shy like y/n stop embarrassing me ///:

- he secretly loves it when you talk about him tho, especially when you tell the story of when you were both little and got caught burying Dino in a hole in the backyard

- chan’s mom literally loves you to bits, like she’s always inviting you over for dinner even when Dino isn’t there and he’s like mom!!!!???!!

- channie texting you at late hours when he just got out of showcase filming to ask how you are and if you tuned in to the live taping, which you did every time

- singing Michael Jackson songs to back him up whenever he wants to dance and he has no music

- both of you being in your own world when you’re together, rolling around and laughing and seungcheol just stares at you guys like my children ಥ_ಥ

- pinching his cheeks whenever he teases you about something, and pouting until he comes over and whispers an cheesy ass joke and you’re rolling around completely forgetting why you were mad

- hoshi becoming kind of like the third bff in that trio when y'all are together, because your personalities all click

- listening to him talk over Skype late at night about how much he wants to succeed and be the best he can be and you’re just encouraging him like u r the best already channie ಥ_ಥ

- Dino stealing your toe socks because “they’re comfy” and he has “poor toe circulation”

- you’re basically two goof balls who literally laugh the entire time you’re together and you couldn’t imagine yourself being best friends with anyone else in the entire world