Show me what I'm lookin for- TD

aka love is hard and Lasercorn gets emotional support: a saga (slight nsfw but not really)

“I’m not gay,” Lasercorn huffs out when he and Sohinki separate for air.

“What?” He deadpans back. They’re practically folded into eachother on Sohinki’s bed, and the glow of the tv is turning David’s hair a wilder shade of orange. “You’re shitting me.”

“I don’t think so?” Lasercorn says, and if he didn’t look so distraught, Sohinki would have already shoved him off the side of the bed.

“If you say “no homo”, I’m going to slash your tires,“ Sohinki replies lowly.

"I don’t have a car,” Lasercorn reminds him, “and I wouldn’t say that.” He blinks twice at Sohinki uselessly, mouth already on the verge of dissolving into a pot giggle.

“So you’re not gay?” Sohinki says, “but you’re not running away screaming?”

Lasercorn shrugs and shakes his head again. “It’s not a bad thing, it’s just like- I’m not straight, but I’m not gay either?” Sohinki’s eyes crinkle at the corners, and he shrugs back, but nods like he understands whatever it is that David is trying to hard to deliver to him through the points where their skin touches.

“Yeah,” He finally speaks, and nods like he can see all the way through the other’s brain, “not a bad thing at all.”

“Can we do that again?” Lasercorn blurts out suddenly, wholly ruining the moment but kicking Sohinki’s heartbeat into a frenzy.

Lasercorn uses too much tongue for his first kiss and knocks their teeth together, but yeah, it’s not bad. Not bad at all.


“Sohinki says you want to kiss me,” Mari informs him, pleased as punch.

“I was pretty sure we passed that point?” Lasercorn asks from where his face is nearly level with her belly button. He’s been grappling with the fastener on her jeans for, like, two minutes after offering to return the favor from earlier. He risks a look up to see her, hair wild and largely evacuated from its elaborate braid, still wearing his shirt.

Mari hums, seemingly content to leave him desperately fumbling. “That’s not what he meant, Davey.” Even though he bristles at the nickname, she cards her nails through the short hair near his neck and waits for him to look up again. In the dark, the sharp stare he returns feels like it can carve flesh from bone.

“I don’t know how to tell you how terrified I am of messing up,” he says, after a pause that feels like eternity. It’s not quite the right place for this conversation, but it’s been inevitable since she entered their little bubble and the look of pure pity she’s sending his way is doing a number on his ego.

“Then don’t,” Mari offers,“ because I haven’t told you guys how scared I am either. I think we’re supposed to be,” she rubs a thumb across a patch of peach fuzz near his cheek, “I think that’s how you know you’re in the right place.”

Lasercorn kisses like she’s something softer then, like they’re not two fuck ups in their friend’s basement, and pulls pants down with a triumphant noise that she swallows like it’s honey.

Sohinki finds them in the morning in a coil of limbs, and reminds them that at least he didn’t take pictures.


“Here, let me pay,” Lasercorn jabs Joven once in the side with his free hand, and slides cash across the counter with another. Before he can protest, the half-asleep Taco Bell cashier is handing them a soggy paper bag and their drinks, and Lasercorn’s already charging at him for his food.

“Why so charitable all of the sudden?” Joven asks.

“Not charity, chivalry,” Lasercorn corrects him, “you drive, I pay.”

Joven wrinkled his forehead in the way that meant he was about to recount everything possibly wrong with the statement. “I always drive, and you never pay, so what gives?”

Lasercorn kicked his leg in the least aggressive way possible under their table. “Can’t I just try to be a good boyfriend?” Said boyfriend snorted in response.

Joven noticed the wilt that accompanied the question, and his hand shot out to steady the other’s shoulder before he could even pull his hood over his head. “You don’t have to prove that, man. I’m sorry I laughed.”

“It’s whatever.”

“It’s not,” Joven pushed his glasses up his nose absentmindedly, “I love you, you know?”

Lasercorn paused at that, at a loss for words. None of them had even touched the subject of the “L” word yet, and he found himself grasping for an exit.

“And you don’t have to say it back!” Joven continued. “I know it’s a hard word for you, I get it, but I mean it, so don’t worry, alright?” He looked so earnest that Lasercorn bit back the thought of bolting for the door and rolled his eyes.

“This is why I snuck in cinnamon twists, you sap.” He snickered at Joven’s easy smile.

“See tin man, you do have a heart!”

Joven eats the chivalry thing up with a goddamn spoon, and even kisses David on the front porch, ignoring the fact that they’re both going to his own house to play video games. Maybe Lasercorn does have a heart, because it thuds so hard that he can barely think.

(there might be a part two with everyone else if anyone actually likes this lmao)

AHHHH! I love this! Lil Lcorn learning to love (Get a load of that alliteration)

So while i was rewatching the milkshake decathlon i realized that the whole ride looks like @ mattraub is w kids and idk @ mattraub being a dad! figure to the td kids is bxsjmx (he could be like that teacher that believes that these kids have potential and all and he doesn’t wanna give up on them) ??

Aww yes, Matt Raub is the best father figure/cool teacher

inspired by this video (sfw, but a sex toy is being used as car repair, so take that as you will)

“Laura’s gonna flip,” Derek says in dismay, looking at the huge dent in the driver’s side door of the Camaro. Her most precious possession, the car she’d been saving up for forever, the car she waxes and washes every weekend, the car that she let Derek borrow to go to the Mathletes competition in San Francisco because Derek had a basketball game on Friday and couldn’t make the official school bus, the car that Laura made him swear his life on, is now forever ruined.

“Damn, if there ever was a good place to curse, that would have been it,” Stiles says, crossing his arms and looking far more attractive than he had the right to. “C’mon, Derek. Just say it. Fuck.”

Derek blushes, watching the word tumble out of Stiles’ pink mouth. “No, I… there’s gotta be a way to fix it. But if I call her insurance people she’s gonna know…”

“It’s totally my fault,” Stiles says. “I was the one who wanted to go to Tastee Freeze on the way back, and let some dingbat hit you in the parking lot. Actually, it’s their fault, whoever can’t drive.”

Derek shakes his head. It’s his fault. He’d been having too much fun this weekend; he’d spent practically all of it with Stiles. He’d had a crush on him forever— in fact, joined Mathletes at his request, and the whole year of practice, of spending afternoons with Stiles poring over math problems, watching Stiles lick Cheeto dust off his fingers— it’s been too much. Coupled with the fact that Stiles actually just plain forgot to catch the bus on Friday, and then caught a ride with Derek, meant hours in the car listening to him sing along to Hamilton and muddle through the rap bits, and sleeping next to him in the four-to-a-room motel Saturday night, and waking up with Stiles’ face smashed into his shoulder.

Derek had been too overwhelmed by it all, too overwhelmed by Stiles. Getting the chance to spend time with his friend this weekend had just intensified his feelings, and he knows there’s no chance that Stiles will ever feel the same, so he’s just drinking it all in, savoring these moments when he can.

It had been a terrible parking job, the Camaro was at a weird angle, that’s why the person rounding the turn had hit him. Derek sighs. He guesses it’s for the best. He’ll just have to pay Laura back. For forever.

Stiles is studying the door, eyes narrowed in concentration. “Actually, it’s not that bad. They didn’t even scratch it. It’s just a dent. With the right amount of leverage…”

“I’m sorry, do you happen to have a magical car-door fixer in your overnight bag?”

Somehow, this causes Stiles to turn bright red. “Okay. I have an idea. But you have to promise not to laugh.”


Derek watches, perplexed, as Stiles pulls his duffle bag out of the back seat, and then rummages around in it.

“Promise not to laugh,” Stiles repeats.

“I promise.” Derek is confused, but sincere.

Stiles pulls a bright blue dildo out of the bag. It’s springy, and jiggles a little with the movement. There’s a thick vein running along the side, and the base even has… balls.

Derek’s brain short circuits, an image of Stiles, naked, working himself on the girth of the toy, his mouth open, panting, as he tries to get the right angle, skin flushed pink from pleasure…

“Fuck,” Derek says.

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Otayuri High School AU (because of reasons)

-Yuri is the freshman sports prodigy on the track team (because most schools probably dont have a figure skating team)

-Otabek is the senior captain of the debate club (trust me ok? just hear me out)

-Yuri gets dragged to a debate by Viktor who wants to watch his “sweet adorable Yuuri win!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

-People recognize Yuri and find it weird that the angry track team freshman is watching a debate with school heartthrob Viktor Nikiforov

- Otabek sits at the end of the table in the captain’s position with Yuuri on his left and isnt Otabek that guy that Mila keeps talking about ???

-Yuri tries to focus of the debate (not like he wanted to watch people argue anyway) but he cant ???????? because Otabek keeps doing this thing with his jaw and its really attractive distracting OF NO SIGNIFICANCE WHAT SO EVER

-Yuri thinks it’s weird that Otabek hasnt said a word throughout the whole match because he’s the captain so ???? shouldnt he be ????? you know ???? doing something ?????

-Viktor suddenly gets really excited when the opposing school calls out Otabek on his silence

-Yuri is really confused because the whole room is silent and even Viktor finally shut up so what is he missing ????????

-the opposing school looks really smug (Yuri is not happy bc he has that school spirit) when Otabek clears his throat and stands

-he has no notes ??????

-everyone else had notes ??????? so where are Otabek’s notes ??????

-there’s a beat of silence and Otabek barely says twenty words but even Yuri knows that the debate is over and holy shit his voice-IMEANWHAT

-he has to know more about this Word Magician because who cares about running when this boy just shut up a table of annoying teenagers ???

-Viktor and Mila tease him senselessly about his “little crush” WHICH IT IS NOT

-he just happens to find him… admirable

-turns out, when they do meet, that otabek had been the one admiring him ever since he joined the track team

-bc otabek just loves the grace and speed that Yuri seems to so naturally possess ????

-but Yuri, who has never been good with words or conversation, cant get over how easily Otabek is able to get out of conversations or keep them going without really saying/doing much ????

-they become besties quickly after they meet and are pretty much inseparable

-you really cant have one without the other involved in some way (they’re texting each other or talking on the phone or they’re both present)

-otabek picks Yuri up from track and cheers him on at races

-yuri goes to all of otabek’s debates and is honestly the most excited person there

-they call each other Beka and Yura obviously mila teases Yuri about it to no end

-eventually, they both realize they have it bad for each other and no amount of teasing is going to make it any easier im looking at you mila


I am really super happy when you say that you imagine my Bill and Dipper in ffs, really it’s a big big honor for me ;w; <3 
Oh and i start to read Stitches in my Heart too!! Thank you for letting me know that fic because, even if my own…. head canon (i don’t know if it’s called like this omg. Anyway THE WAY I IMAGINE THEM IN AN UNIVERSITY urghhh) is quite different, i enjoy a lot this fic!! They are reeeeally cute <3

okay but au where dean and cas are best friends and dean comes over to cas’ house but on the way to his room he stops by cas’ sister’s room to say hi to her parrot. 

and the parrot goes “i think i’m in love with dean” and dean’s just like wtf but then anna comes in all hysterically nervous laughter trying to cover for her brother and she’s all like “haha yeah i’m totally in love with you haha i just didn’t tell you ‘cause you’re cas’ best friend and you’d never return my feelings haha” 

and dean’s like shit she’s right because he’s already more or less in love with cas but then cas comes in to find dean and the parrot says “castiel i can’t believe you’re in love with dean” and dean’s like “what is the truth” and anna’s like “gotta blast” and that’s how dean and cas get together. 

because of the damn parrot.

anonymous asked:

Can you draw all the Dbz High School AU characters in their prom or school dance outfits

I had so much fun designing each character’s clothes, thanks anon! which one is your favorite?

you can see them bigger under the cut (also, you can spot all the little ugly mistakes, sorry)

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Close as Strangers

Close as Strangers: Chapter One

You were happy it was your last year of school. That was until you had to start tutoring your old best friend, Jeon Jungkook. Otherwise known as “Mr. Popular.” 

Word count: 5.6k

Genre: High School au, angst

This was my 5sos story I started on Wattpad but I wanted to do a BTS version.

{Playlist} Parts: one | two | three | four | five | six | seven |eight | nine | ten | eleven | twelve

It was August 20th, the first day of senior year. You were pretty excited, you honestly felt this was going to be a great year. You guess you were also happy this was the last year of high school. You got up and turned off your alarm. Your phone read, 7:15. You’d only lived a couple of  minutes away from school, so you could afford to sleep in a little more.

You got up and grabbed your uniform out of your closet. Yet another reason to be excited about this school year, you only had to wear this god awful thing one more year. You got dressed and went to the bathroom, going through your morning routine. Once you were done and ready you grabbed your backpack and headed downstairs. You went into the kitchen and saw your mom and dad eating breakfast.

Your dad looked up from the paper, “Y/N, look at you. You’re up before noon, how does that feel,” his smile was contagious.

“Forced,” You smiled.  

He laughed and went back to his paper. “Y/N,” your mom spoke.

“Yes ma'am?”

She walked over to the table handing you two paper sacks. “Your and Yoongi’s lunch for today.”

You smiled and looked up at her, “Thanks Mom.”

“Sure,” she spoke as she sat down at the table. You’d started to eat some toast that was on the table when Yoogi rushed in.

“Sorry I’m late,” Yoongi shouted from the hallway as he came into the kitchen.

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