holy shit he is so perfect

eeep i wrote something for your beautiful au i hope you like it

Hoseok had made sure to program Yoongi properly, of that he was sure. However, there was a lack of understanding what exactly happened the night Yoongi reprogrammed himself.

“He might have some..kinks.” A raised eyebrow was all Namjoon needed to jab his elbow into Hoseok’s rib cage with a small ‘pick your words better, Hobi.’

“I mean, he’ll work perfectly fine, we think, but there will be some differences.” Sighing, Jungkook leaned back into his sofa, turning towards the soft chuckles coming from across the room. He could see Yoongi gently waving at the window, a small dog licking the glass on the other side in an attempt to get closer to him. He could barely make out the smile on Yoongi’s face, but the sound of his laughter assured him that it was there, firmly planted on his silky skin.

“Differences I should worry about or differences like he’s allergic to milk?” The giggling subsided into gasps as the dog let out a bark, startling Yoongi slightly as he turned to Jungkook, gray eyes meeting warm brown ones.

“Different like, a child. He wants to learn on his own the way this world works. Which is either good or bad, based on your opinion of that.” Jungkook was certain Namjoon kept talking, his voice still hanging through the air as Hoseok made comments here and there, but Jungkook kept his eyes on Yoongi, watching him slowly stand, moving closer to them.

As he stopped beside them, Jungkook let his voice be the one to cut through the noise, a quick, “Yoongi?” as he let his eyes meet the robotic gray ones.

“I think I want to step outside. They say that it’s necessary to receive 10 minutes of sunlight a day for sufficient Vitamin D. I haven’t even left for a minute.” His words were chirpy, but somehow the voice was a bit more gentle, as though he spoke without full understanding of the words he said. Smiling, Jungkook stood beside him, turning to his friends on the couch with a quick “we’ll be right back,” before disappearing outside.

“You don’t have to join me if you don’t want to, Jungkook.” Yoongi opted for siting on the lawn, the small blades of grass tickling his skin while Jungkook remained on his feet, leaning on the side of a tree as he watched the other interact with the world.

“I want to join you.” Yoongi blushed, the red painting his cheeks in a way that tugged a laugh out of his chest.

“But I thought Namjoon and Hoseok came to see you?” Nodding, Jungkook raised his head, watching the leaves dance in the breeze, before letting his sight trail back to Yoongi. Somehow he found his gaze always landing on the humanoid, whether for curious or humorous reasons, he found the other’s presence to be a comforting one. It was nice to know he wasn’t coming home to an empty house any more, and maybe Hoseok and Namjoon had that in mind when they made him.

“Something like that.” Yoongi tilted his head slightly, a flower twirling between his fingers as he let the words sink in.

“I think you’re hiding something.” Jungkook laughed, pushing off the tree lightly as he walked over to Yoongi. Crouching down, he took the flower from his hands, sticking it between his ear and his head, the petals pressed gently into his black hair.

“Why would I hide something from you, Yoongi?” Letting his hand stay on the male’s cheek, Jungkook watched a burst of red tint Yoongi’s cheeks, the tips of his ears bright as Jungkook smirked. Standing slowly, Jungkook extended a hand to help him rise off the ground, Yoongi taking it gladly. Their hands remained intertwined as they made their way back inside, Jungkook savoring the feeling of their palms pressed together.

“Jungkook?” Yoongi stopped him at their doorway, biting his lip almost frustratingly as Jungkook hummed in response. “I think I’m sick.”

“What?” The comment was so out of place, it caught Jungkook completely off guard as his eyes roamed the other’s body, checking his joints and limbs before Yoongi spoke up, stopping him.

“My mind seems to be malfunctioning when you’re really close and whenever your hand is in mine. It’s strange, almost intoxicating. I don’t think it’s healthy.”

Jungkook exhaled, his heart racing as he pressed a hand to his cheeks. “Gosh, Yoongi. I don’t think you’re good for my health, either.”

“Maybe we should ask Namjoon for a diagnosis.”

“That sounds like a great idea.”

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((IM YELLING THIS IS BEAUTIFUL TO WAKE UP TO;; THE WAY YOU WROTE YOONGI ALL BLUSHY AND CUTE MADE ME MELT AND AA;; THE ENDING MADE ME SCREAM I LOVE THIS SO MUCH. PLS YOU CANT LEAVE ME HANGING LIKE THIS, FGDKHLGHF))

anonymous asked:

OKAY SO big hc: evan, benji, and elder cunningham are actually cousins and they ALWAYS fuck with their relatives at thanksgivings/reunions/ etc ive been think about this for AGES

i’m honestly here for this it’s so funny holy shit. they dress in the same clothes and play tricks on their family members. benji and arnold get such a kick out of it, evan kind of feels bad but he has a little bit of fun just messing around. bless them.

anonymous asked:

Okay so getting married to Seth would be so cheesy like he would propose in the lamest way and when it came to planning he would help a bit but he mainly just sat there and watched as your face lit up when you found the colours you wanted or the flowers you loved and when it came to the day of he would definitely be that groom that couldn't stop smiling as soon as you walked down the aisle because he's never seen someone so perfect and he looks at you like you're his entire world and wow

He’d def be the dude to be like “holy shit” when he sees you walk down the aisle and the minister or whatever would be like “hey buddy maybe chill” and he would just shrug and be like “DUDE DO YOU SEE HER? I mean, don’t look at her too hard, she’s mine BUT SHE’S GORGEOUS”

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There was a huge push from Asian-Americans to cast an Asian-American actor as Iron Fist, and it would have made this story more compelling for precisely the reasons you’re saying: The narrative of having an Asian-American going back to Asia after losing his parents as a metaphor for regaining power is a really great one. It feels like a missed opportunity.
It is a missed opportunity. That’s exactly how I feel about it, word for word. It would’ve been a brave thing to do, for sure, for Marvel. I can see how that was difficult to make that decision. I think, personally, it would’ve paid off. But I think it’ll come next because people are feeling underrepresented. People are like, “Yo, this was a perfect opportunity to represent us.” They chose not to, and it’s not even their fault. I see why they stuck to the source material because it’s very risky to move away from that, but they’ll move away from it in other areas and in other shows where they’ll take an Asian character and make him white. So you can’t really win with that argument. Because we’ve seen many times when they’ve taken Asian characters and made him white.

Otabek's DJ Friends

•They’re the super irresponsible friend group all of us have at one point or another

•Although Otabek is the youngest of them, he’s definitely the Mom Friend™ and keeps them from doing overly stupid stuff

•His friends from DJ'ing is made up of other DJ’s, people working at the places he DJ’s at, and regulars who always go to see him play (there are like 6 of them)

•They seem all tough on the outside (like Otabek) but they’re actually some of the sweetest people you’ll ever meet

•Viewing parties whenever Otabek has a competition??? Of course.

•They’re screaming at the TV (much like most sports fans will yell at a football game) during these competitions

•"HOLY SHIT DID YOU SEE OTABEK PULL OFF THAT JUMP??“ “THAT WAS FLAWLESS” “ARE YOU KIDDING ME??? THATS HIS SCORE?? IT WAS NEARLY PERFECT”

•When he first met them they knew literally nothing about figure skating but they asked Otabek to teach them all about it so now they’re Experts™

•Along with being the Mom Friend™, he’s the smol youngest friend in the group (how he pulls off both titles the world may never know)

•They love to tease him about being younger than them even tho it’s only by like a year

•THE BIGGEST OTAYURI SHIPPERS

•As soon as they saw what happened in Barcelona at the GPF they shipped it

•They insisted on meeting Yuri over skype (much to Otabek’s embarrassment) to make sure he was worthy of their friend

•Immediately adopted Yuri as an honorary member of the group as soon as they met him

•Literally willing to fight anyone who talks shit about Otabek or Yuri

•They’re always giving Otabek advice on dating because they claim they’re superior at relationships just because they’re older

•Otabek always texts with perfect capitalization and punctuation in their group chat except when he’s talking about Yuri, then he breaks out the all caps

•"GUYS I TOLD HIM HE HAS THE EYES OF A SOLDIER AND WE BECAME FRIENDS WHAT DO I DO NOW"

-Mod Jess

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Aisle Three

Summary: Jungkook was your best friend. You held onto his secrets. And he knew all of yours. Except for one. One that would change your friendship forever. You were in love with him.

Pairing: Reader x Jungkook

Genre: bestfriend!au, college!au, angst, smut

Word Count: 5,802

Originally posted by sugutie

Aisle One Aisle Two Aisle Three

Surprisingly, it was easy for you to lie yourself and to everyone around you. Flashing a smile anytime someone around you asked you how you were doing. The layers of concealer under your eyelids hiding more than the lack of sleep. You tried to keep yourself busying, burying yourself under piles of books and notes to occupy your mind with anything but Jungkook and how he wrinkled his nose when he smiled.

 In a very strange way you found solace in the amount of schoolwork that was piling up in the pages of your planner. Exams, research papers, and presentations were keeping you out of the house and inside the walls of the library. You were regretting your schedule for this semester, but with the MCAT looming you couldn’t afford to take any risks. Medical school was the light at the end of the tunnel, and not even a bunny toothed boy was enough to keep you distracted.

 Hoseok however, had a problem with the fact that you should probably start paying rent to the librarian. He missed you, constantly sending you reminders to eat and drink water during the hours you were studying. You had regretted the night you told him that you hadn’t eaten since 7 in the morning and 45 minutes later a freckled teenager came into the library with the largest bag of Chinese takeout you had ever seen. And your name was scribbled on the front.

Y/N 9:35 PM: Hobi, I appreciate the thought but can you please stop sending me food while I am in the library.

Hoseok 9: 47 PM: I’ll stop sending you food when you actually sleep in your bed, for once

Sighing, you throw your phone back down on the table. He had a point. You hadn’t slept underneath sheets in weeks. By the time you got home from school you were too tired to make it your bedroom. Every morning waking up regretting the fact that you had decided to buy the lumpiest couch known to man. You knew that this wouldn’t last. That eventually you wouldn’t be able to hide behind the excuses of academics to avoid having a life. You were going to burn out.

But two days later you found yourself in the same position.

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Going to the Yule Ball with Draco Malfoy would include...

Originally posted by crystalgreene-justromance

request -  Dancing with Draco at the Yule Ball.

a/n - i kind of changed it up and made it into a yule all with draco thing since i had a lot more ideas to offer into the request, hope you don’t mind!!! xxx

- he probably asked you by using a charm to be all cutesy

- he only went all out because he thinks you’re the absolute cutest in the school

- also would probably beat crabbe and goyle up if they called they said anything about you that was negative

- him asking fellow slytherins to tie his bowtie

- ‘draco all you’ve ever told me to do is go stick a dragons egg up my arse why should i help you now’

- ‘I KNOW BUT JUST THIS ONE TIME CMON’

 - waits for you at the bottom of the staircase in front of the great hall

- might i mention that you’ve already tripped on your dress a good 5 times already

- your mom sent you that dress okay!!! it was special and you hope he would like it

- and oh boy did he

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i gotta organize my thoughts on why evermore has me so shook

1) it’s just so goddamn beautiful. and goddamn dan stevens + beast voice growliness???? good shit ok. good damn good shit. 

2. it comes at the PERFECT thematic moment for beast. certain characters just wouldn’t pour their heart out in song format like that. they just wouldn’t. and beast is one of them, he wouldn’t, not until he’s at his lowest would he sing-monologue like that. the song comes at the exact right point in the story. holy shit good timing 10/10

c - he doesn’t have anything against belle herself for leaving. sad as heck she’s gone? yes. convinced he’s never gonna see her again and SUPER sad about that? yes. but angry at her for leaving??? no??? not at all??? damn dude. that’s some goddamn character development. 

ii. he’s been so affected by her she’ll forever inspire him and that is just. goddamn disney. that’s it y’all are done you can’t top that, that’s the pinnacle representation of romantic love. could anyone else even??

b) he’s so completely convinced she’d never come back to him. im so sad. oh, guy. dude. i feel so bad for you. im so sorry you poor sad bastard. “i’ll fool myself she’ll walk right in” oh my god guy you can’t even imagine she’d want to come back to you. 

somebody help me i’ve been listening to this song on repeat for 13 hours and crying

Punishment

Written for a request by @winchesterswoonathon​. John Winchester wants you to follow his orders.

Warning: smut, spanking kink, dom!John if you squint

Word Count: 1650ish

A/N: It’s been a long time since I’ve written John. Enjoy! XOXO


The bed isn’t the most comfortable in the world. Of course, you’re used to that. Motels aren’t known for their mattress quality. They always make your back ache and your muscles sore.

Even so, you aren’t moving.

Not until you know you’re allowed to.

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// I know this didn’t really ask for nsfw but I still felt it
so slight nsfw ahead

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Zen:

- He was on break at rehearsals when his phone lit up, alerting him that he had gotten a message from you.

- Instantly he’s like Oh boy!! It’s my angel coming to wish me good luck!!!

- Then he opens it with a big grin expecting a cute little note and holy shit he literally drops his phone and a coworker goes to pick it up for him and he sCREAMS NO DONT TOUCH THAT

- Instantly finds a closet or bathroom and might send you a quick nude tbh even if you were just in underwear with a dirty message he’ll send a dick pic or something no shame

- He’s so turned on by the situation of receiving something like that in public not gonna lie, it’s so exhilarating and from his picture.. you can tell he’s pretty excited ,,

- Messes up his lines a lot after that because all he can think of is fucking you when he gets home and just wants the day to be done

- Expect the beast to be released as soon as he steps through that door


Jumin:

- In the middle of a meeting when you sent it, it was a pretty boring one so he decided to break his table manners and look at it anyways

- When he opens it he gets chills THE GOOD KIND you know when you eat something that tastes like jesus tears or see something really aesthetic, yeah that’s the chills he gets because it was so unexpected and he literally worships your body

- His eyebrows raise too which cause a lot of people to notice he isn’t paying attention and they call him out on it so he has no choice but to leave you on read

- That’s terrifying for you because is he mad?? did he not like it? Why is there no response

- As soon as he escapes from the meeting he calls you and asks a million questions

- He’s asking about how new the lingerie is, the designer, literally everything like what the fucc Jumin why is this important

- But expect amazing phone sex once he gets into his personal office because he’s so worked up about that picture he can’t help himself, its fun to imagine what you’re doing on the other line as well.

Yoosung:

- POOR BABY WAS IN SCHOOL WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS

- His knees sHOOT UP and hit the desk when he gets the picture and the professor starts to get really upset with him shit

- At lunch break he’ll text you back with a million cringey emojis and saying how he needs a warning next time babe his boner was so obvious to hide while walking out of class

- Start to send dirty messages and he will flip; his face is so red people are like hey Yoosung are you okay?? literally looks like he’s having an allergic reaction.

- If he gets away to hide in the bathroom he WONT send a nude but he’ll send a picture of him in the mirror with a tomato face captioned “ look at what you’ve done to me!! ;; ” and it’s just adorable, screensaver material


Jaehee:

- Like Jumin, she was in the middle of a meeting when she got your message. But waits until everyone’s packing up their things to check it so she doesn’t seem disrespectful.

- As soon as she opens it she’s super surprised and audibly gasps which causes people to start to turn and look she doesn’t know what to do

- So she really quick clicks off her phone and ignores all questions until she can rush to the bathroom or somewhere private to.. take a closer look, at your picture.

- She compliments you because damn you look great how is her girlfriend a literal goddess?? But Love.. im at work right now.

- Exactly that’s the fun it it ~

- She won’t send one back but she might send a few suggestive messages about the things she’s going to do in order to punish you big time when she gets home. dominator jaehee everyone

Seven:

- He hadn’t come out of his office in days and you were sick of him just coming out to pee or eat some food like no seven, eat me

- The chatroom was the place where you could talk to him because he was in there every so often, so that was nice at least.

- It was just you and him in there, sending pointless messages of jumbled words back and forth. Before you decided to surprise him a bit.

- As soon as you send a revealing picture in the chatroom he literally screams because everyone can see that MC n o

- Saves it right away though before scrambling to delete it from the messenger

- Finally once it’s gone he makes his way to the bedroom to find you, in the same outfit youd worn in the picture. But it looked so much more better in person. expect to be punished with the wrath of god seven-zero-seven himself

V:

- He was at a dinner with some friends who also were photographers, they were just chatting back and forth about different projects and such.

- V had already been shooting you a few texts here and there but didn’t want to seem rude so the conversation was sort of inconsistent.

- He sent a message asking what you were doing all by yourself back home and holy shit the picture you send him makes him jump so fast he hits the table and everyone looks

- His face is really red and everyone asks if he’s okay, he replies yes before apologizing; excusing himself to the restroom.

- When he’s in there he just stares at the picture and gets really flushed and warm before messaging back, something romantic honestly he’s not great at dirty talk

- Fidgety the entire dinner, he can’t focus on conversation all he can think of is what you’re doing at home without him.

Saeran:

- He had been so focused in his computer work that he’d been ignoring you most of the day.

- The first few texts he just glanced at until he saw a picture notification and grew curious. As soon as he opens it he pushes all his work aside to find you.

- Who knew a simple little nude could motivate him so much?

- But he can’t find you anywhere?? Responds asking where are you before saving the picture ;;)

- Saeran.. I was in your office the whole time

- HOW DIDNT HE NOTICE

- Comes back to his office right away and holy shit there you are, all laid out for him like a perfect little present?? He feels terrible for not even noticing you there but he’ll make up for it.

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anonymous asked:

LOL THE SUGA ONE WAS PERFECT! Yes he can be a kind supportive parent along with Daichi but hebis also E V I L! Daichi can be scary when angry but Suga will murder u in your sleep. EVIL I SAY! ok if you are not tired of those how about Akaashi next? So many fics make him this shy, pretty dude who needa to be saved by Bokuto nd I dont get where people got that. He's evil too, in a different way than Suga, but still evil

*kicks down your door* DID YOU SAY EVIL AKAASHI HOLY SHIT DO I LOVE THAT SHIT HOLY SHIT. (i already regret this entire meta) 

i mean to be fair i am partial to a wildly insecure akaashi because holy shitting fuck being shy/insecure and being a badass dickhead aren’t mutually exclusive what a fucking concept (this is rage at fandom in general not this ask, dw) but holy shit anyway

fanon akaashi

  • god it’s been so long since i read a bad akaashi
  • i live in my weird, dark akaashi corner and never wander out
  • fragile and feminine
  • like, dainty or something?
  • “so tired of bokuto lol poor akaashi”
  • eventually??? notices bokuto’s charm??? or something?? and is swept off his feet

canon akaashi

  • bruh
  • fuckin brutal my dudes
  • that moment in the anime? where bokuto’s explaining a rebound and then he’s like “well it can go wrong” and akaashi’s like “yeah it goes wrong a lot for you”
  • holy fuck what an asshole
  • bokuto’s like “NO” because of course he’s like “NO”, akaashi you dickhead. and then he’s like “you’ve gotta say that’s not true bokuto-san” because bokuto happens to know how to be be nice fucking person
  • and akaashi’s like don’t fucking tell me what to do you shithead
  • and the next time bokuto’s like “but if you’re calm you can figure out what to do” and akaashi swoops in knowing full damn well that he’s being a dick and is like “that’s not true bokuto-san”
  • fucking brutal
  • and you might be like “lol well he’s a sarcastic asshole with bokuto because he’s So Tired”
  • are you fucking kidding me
  • the guy spends all his free time with bokuto
  • endless practice? sure. lunch together? sure. the guy has a list of bokuto’s weaknesses, knows how to get him back on track no matter how shit his mood gets and you wanna tell me he’s not, like, one of the most important people in akaashi’s life?
  • also the second someone’s like “so bokuto, huh?” he’s like “yeah dude he’s super reliable and i only have good things to say about him whatever”
  • holy fuck
  • this is how he deals with a teammate he respects and is most likely one of his closest friends
  • he’s a dick. the way he smirks at tsukishima when they win? that’s a fucking “hahah suck it you loser, you little snot” even though he knows this is an insecure first year who is just getting the motivation to work at volleyball and he’s still like “should i be gracious in winning here? nah, i’m gonna smirk at him in a way that’s utterly rubbing his face in the fact that i fcukin played him hah you dickhead that’s our ace”
  • seriously though look at some of his faces the guy is absolutely out for blood. kenma is teasing him? i’m planning your untimely death you little pipsqueak. tsukki loses? hahahah how do you like that you lil bitch
  • not to mention he’s super fucking tall
  • he could crush you
  • this list is so long because i. fucking. am. so. emotional. about akaashi keiji.
  • he may be polite but he would murder you, bro. fucking murder you.
  • *muffled sobbing*

asugarplumfairy  asked:

RFA +V/Saeran with smol MC? :)

Okay for all of these MC is like 5´3¨

Yoosung:

-Makes him feel like a manly man that he´s taller than you

-Even though he´s 5´6¨ lolol

-When you can´t reach something he swoops in because he´s the tall one and feels all cool

-But then he can´t reach it either whoops

-Ur house has a lot of stools

-I feel like you guys are like those vines where the short people like team up to fight whenever someone insults you

-MC: WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME HOLD MY FLOWER

Yoosung: Kick his ass baby I got ur flower

Jaehee

-She´s like two inches taller than you

-She doesn´t really comment on your height, it doesn´t matter to her

-She does find it kind of cute to see you stretch up to try and reach the coffee beans on the top shelf

-But honestly she´s just like ¨Okay MC is shorter than me. What am I gonna make for dinner¨

Zen

-Loves that you´re so tiny

-He feels very protective over you

-At first he´s very delicate with you, like he thinks you´re so small that you´ll fall apart

-Until you´re like ¨Zen wtf I am a full blown adult¨

-He annoys you sometimes because he can´t take you seriously when you´re mad at him, you´re just too cute!

-Doesn´t get stools, he just swoops in whenever you can´t reach something to reach it for you

-He´s the best big spoon tbh

-You feel so warm and cozy in his arms

-Always makes sure you get a seat to his shows where you´re not blocked by tall people

Jumin

-He´s a tree honestly he´s so tall

-Imagine all those cute height difference otp prompts and that´s you guys

-Like you´ll try to kiss him but you still can´t reach him on your tiptoes, and he notices and leans down to kiss you

-Completely remodels the penthouse to be more accommodating to your height, cause it was catered towards him and you could barely reach the sink

-There are some tabloid rumors about your age which Jumin quickly works to dispel. He hates that people are trying to make drama in your relationship.

-Also your height would make it easier to do bondage

-…JUsT SAYING

Seven

-The short puns

-Oh my god the short puns

-He´d tease you all the time like ¨Hey MC hows the weather down there?¨

-Hold things out of your reach sometimes to annoy you

-But if you’re self conscious about it he’ll stop teasing you cause he doesn´t want to actually hurt your feelings

-You both have a giant collection of heels and you fight about who has more pairs

-One day you decide to just count up all your heels to see once and for all who has more

-Saeran walks out of his room to find both of you surrounded by shoes while you´re yelling at him that ¨WEDGES ARE FUCKIN HEELS YOU DONGLE¨

Saeran:

-When he lured you into the apartment he thought that it was perfect because you´re so small and defenseless (lolol)

-But once he gets to know you after the after ending he realizes you can THROW DOWN

-Like I´m imagining some guy hits on you and he´s about ready to murder him until you just fucking deck him in the face and knock him out.

-Saeran *softly*: holy shit

-You are super adorable when you´re not punching someone in the face and he doesn´t know why or how the fuck he´s supposed to express this feeling

-¨You look like a bunny¨ ¨Thanks?

-He´s trying okay?

anonymous asked:

Alright so I got an idea it's kinda long but bear with me pls I promise it has a point I'm just awkward and don't know how words work ANYWAYS Lance is hella good at singing like insanely so and planned to pursue a career in music because he never thought he could get into the Garrison because that shit costs a lot of money and he's a self sacrificing family guy so he's not gonna put them through paying for him but low and behold he takes the test to get in anyways and ends up getting a full-

-(musical Lance 2) scholarship there and that was his dream no matter how much he loves music and so he goes and everything plays out as normal Langst goes because this boy is always humming and when he’s not doing that he’s tapping on something and the others can have quite a short fuse at times and though it’s usually unintentional they end up saying some pretty mean stuff but that doesn’t really stop Lance aside from toning it down when the others are in the room SO one day blue boy is - 

-(musical Lance 3) roaming around the castle because there’s still so much to be explored within it and eventually comes across this room filled with musical instruments from all over some of which he can’t even tell what they’re supposed to be but god this is everything he ever could’ve asked for so he starts going there in every bit of his spare time that isn’t dedicated to training and whatever responsibilities he has around the castle and the team starts to notice and they’re like shit did-

-(musical Lance 4) did we go too far with that whole humming thing it’s too quiet around here now and one day Lance hits what he thinks is a recording button but instead his voice is now being broadcasted throughout the entire castle and the team is like ??? We have radio signals all the way out here ??? And Coran is like no of course not it’s probably coming from the music room and then freezes and turns to an already frozen Allura because how is anybody playing one of those instruments ?? Let-

-(Musical Lance 5??) alone singing that good ?? And so the team is like ?? Well ?? Where is it and so Allura and Coran start leading them there and they hear Lance fuck up on what he still thinks is a recording and cursing to himself in Spanish then it cuts out and they’re like holy shit 2.0 Batman !! And they eventually get to the room and Lance doesn’t even notice them because he’s too caught up in trying to make this song perfect and eventually he notices them all and is like u guys aren’t-

-(musical Lance 6) aren’t gonna tell me to stop this too are u ? And yeah then they all have a moment and learn a bunch about lances past and stuff and yeah I’m horrible with endings and writing in general so ta-da ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

This is amazing, oh my god, I have nothing to add it’s perfect

yamizoldyck  asked:

Say, if Hunk and Pidge had godly parents, as in, pjo style, who would they be? Sorry for my bad English btw. (You're super cool too C: )

Hunk is definitely a Hephaestus kid! Hunkules just got a way with all his tinkering! And being able to produce fire with his hands like Leo—HELL YES. Also I want him in Steampunk clothes because I have a mighty need for that. He frequents Cabin 4 because Demeter kids love him, I mean, who doesn’t love Hunk tbh? He gets free access to the cabin’s amazing cooking tools. Being a Hephaestus kid can be tiring, so he goes there to bake and cook food and shares it with everyone. He built his own dragon at the age of seven—a fire breathing mechanical dragon because no one wanted to play with him. He loves giving smiles to anyone he meets and it usually lifts their spirits. He’s the best boy, no competition.

Pidge is an Athena kid for obvious reasons: she’s a prodigy. Don’t have godly powers like the rest? Well, she’s definitely the smartest and techie of them all. Everyone respects her and looks up to her (just don’t tell her she’s small because she will smite you). The whole gang protects her but Shiro or Keith teaches her some moves whenever she’s free. Hunk and her get to bond a lot because YOU JUST GET ME, HUNK. Shiro and her spend time together discussing battle strategies and Shiro really appreciates her input. She’s the very first one to actually talk to Keith and she knew from then on that she will like this guy. They’re the conspiracy theorists, I JUST KNOW ALIENS ARE REAL, KEITH. I MEAN, WE’RE DEMIGODS WHO SAYS THEY AREN’T?

I know you’re not asking for the rest but I’m doing it anyway.

Lance is a Poseidon kid. Yes, he’s one of The Big Three and he brags about it. “Whacha say to my big three face?” Then he threatens them with his powers, but he’s mostly joking around about it. He’s very well liked. He thinks he’s special, he was after all, the first big three kid to arrive until he wasn’t. He loves water and just loves swimming the whole day but he loves hanging out with Hunk and Pidge the most. He dubbed them as “Tres Diablos” and Hunk is scandalized! All three of them like to prank people around. He loooves randomly breaking out into a song because he’s got such a wonderful voice and he gets all flattered when girls compliment him for it. There’s a rumour going around that people usually think he’s a child of Aphrodite at first, Hunk and Pidge knows it was Lance himself who spread it. lmao

Shiro is definitely a child of The Big Three. He’s the son of Zeus, and boy is Zeus proud of him. He arrives together with Keith because best friends stick together. He’s the tallest and everyone was just at awe knowing A CHILD OF ZEUS WAS IN THEIR PRESENCE HOLY SHIT. He looks so regal too which didn’t help a lot. He has a growing fanclub and they like to tease him about it. Definitely the leader of the gang. Being a child of the god of the gods, he feels all the pressure to be Mr. Perfect but at the end of the day he just likes to spend time with Keith and watch movies while eating left over pizza. The theme song of his life is “I’m Just A Kid” by Simple Plan, the rest find it hilarious while Keith is the only one who tears up about it because he knows. Also Shiro can fly and sometimes when he’s staring off into space, he’s not aware he’s floating until Keith taps him “You’re doing it again.”

Keith is a child of Hades. Yes, I freakin went there. He’s closed off and likes to stick around Shiro all the time. He’s quiet but he’s very observant which is why you don’t want to piss him off because you’d want him to be in your team when it comes to battles. He’s the most skilled when it comes to wielding a sword. He lived by himself until Shiro found him so he knows self defense the most. Most people don’t want to approach him because DAMMIT KEITH THE FLOWERS ARE WILTING WHEREVER YOU WALK. But it’s not his fault. Hades kids are just like that. He can summon the dead and he spars with dead warriors which was how Shiro found him and was impressed. With the ability to shadow travel, he sneaks around at night to Cabin 1 because Cabin 13 just feels so cold and he got used to a certain someone’s warmth. He’s actually the most powerful demigod but he doesn’t want people to know. He is Hades’ favourite so he gets to “unlock” the most powers.

Allura and Coran’s godly parents
Keith’s backstory
Hades visits Keith at camp and everyone is surprised

Day 2: Firsts / Unrequited

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He’s warm, Hajime thinks, as Tooru buries his face in his chest, arm sliding around to Hajime’s back and tugging him closer, until their bodies are pressed together.

He’s warm, even though he always complains about cold fingers and toes, and always uses it as an excuse to get up into Hajime’s personal space.

Not that he minds it. It’s always been this way, and just like how, with time, Hajime learned to read, write, and not to leave jars with bugs open in the living room, he’s learned to accept these kind of things (hands linked under the table, arms around each other under the covers and sometimes during lunch breaks when Tooru needs to recharge) as part of how the world works.

And honestly, there’s so many more of these truths, universal and reassuring. Like how Tooru’s tone of voice gives away more than his smile. Like how his eyes search for Hajime before a powerful serve. Like how he can deal with Shittykawa and Crappykawa and a whole host of other almost-hurtful nicknames as long as Hajime grabs his wrist on the way home (he’ll slow if he doesn’t, getting lost in his insecurities) and lets Tooru curl up into his side when they’re on his bed watching movies, sometimes with popcorn, sometimes with chocolate, sometimes with grapes and apple slices if Hajime’s mom has her way.

Hajime knows how Tooru makes himself small sometimes, smaller than he ever should be, weighed down with doubts and fears and what if I’ll never be good enough.

Hajime also knows how to fix it, better than anyone.

And maybe that’s the thought that kickstarts it. Better than anyone.

He’s never really had to think about Tooru not being there, because he always has been. And honestly, Tooru would be a complete mess without him, anyway, because he forgets half his stuff all the time? Hajime’s the one who carries two bottles of water, an extra roll of tape, a small tube of hand cream for cuts and calluses - all in anticipation of Tooru draping himself over his back during practice with his telltale drawn-out “Iwa-chaaaan” to indicate that he’s once again forgotten to pack his bag properly.

Hajime’s heard Makki and Mattsun call him “team mom” behind his back, but really, the things he does are mostly for Tooru’s benefit. It’s not weird, or special, or anything. It’s just them.

Tooru mumbles something in his sleep, incoherent with his face smushed up against Hajime’s collar bone. Hajime exhales, tightening his grip.

Plus, he sleeps better with Tooru here. It’s an arrangement that works on both ends; it’s not like he’s always giving and never getting anything in return. Tooru’s just sort of reckless most of the time, and someone has to stop him from running himself into the ground. The recharging is mutual, as is the joy they share in victory (and the frustration of defeat). And Tooru’s also more thoughtful than people give him credit for. He notices things, pays attention, remembers. He buys Hajime small things that reminded me of you; takes Hajime to that new café that sells homemade chocolate ice cream, to the shrine and to festivals, to amusement parks and aquarium dates-

Tooru lets out a soft noise that rips Hajime from his thoughts, and he finds himself suddenly holding very still, tension growing in every muscle.

Oh.

Fingers clench over the fabric of Hajime’s shirt (Tooru’s, actually, because his sci-fi fan shirts are way softer than anything Hajime owns and perfect for sleeping in, even if Tooru swears by Hajime’s hoodies) and Tooru wedges his leg between Hajime’s knees, hooking in and pulling himself even closer.

Hajime might have stopped breathing.

Oh. Oh.

Tooru exhales against his skin, and Hajime feels goosebumps erupt down his neck. He reflexively tightens his grip because it’s the only thing he knows how to do, though he should probably be pulling away, should think this through, should give himself time to process the realization that just burst across every fibre of his being, shit, shit, I’m in love with him-

With a tiny hum, Tooru nuzzles his face against Hajime’s skin, and he can only imagine that his eyes are fluttering open.

Hajime is acutely aware of how his heart is slamming against his chest, and on reflex he squeezes tighter, arms clenching around Tooru’s middle.

“…Iwa-chan?”

Oh god, he’s got his ear pressed right up against Hajime’s ribcage, he can probably hear-

The hands on his back unclench, touch going soft and gentle.

“…your heart’s going crazy,” Tooru mumbles, and Hajime thinks he might be dying. There’s nothing he can do but hold on, pretty sure his knuckles are going white from the strain. And then-

“D'you have a nightmare?”

Hajime lets out a breath that’s way too shaky and tries to calm his racing mind and heart, but he’s drawing blanks and probably breathing too fast now, too, because he’s bad at lying, this is the perfect excuse but he can’t use it because it’s Tooru and holy shit he loves him so much, how did he never realize-

“Hajime,” Tooru whispers, and he’s not sure if it’s the concern in his voice, or the fact that he used his given name, or the fact that he starts rubbing his palms between Hajime’s shoulder blades - either way, it feels like Hajime’s heart jumps clean out of his chest and he knows there’s more color in his face than is probably healthy, heat rising and making him wish the earth would open up and swallow him whole.

Slowly, Tooru tries to pull back to get a look at his face, and shit, it’s too bright (even though the door’s closed, the lamps are off, the only sliver of light comes from a crack in the blinds) and Tooru will see-

“No,” Hajime manages, and his voice is so wrong - and Tooru stills.

Through everything, his own nervousness and the crushing weight of his realization, Hajime still feels apprehension rising from Tooru.

“…then what’s wrong…?” he asks quietly.

Hajime wishes he could see his face, to judge his reactions, to make sure he’s not crossing a line - but what line? Was there ever one? Was this Tooru’s intention from the start? God, does he know?

Hajime is bad at lying. He doesn’t usually see the point, and even though he’s wishing he could, some small part of him is coming to terms with the fact that he’s not supposed to. He wouldn’t want Tooru to lie about something like this.

A million scenarios are shooting through his head, possibilities, reactions, what does this mean for us?

But underneath all that, there’s a certainty, and with every second it grows.

Tooru is an irreplaceable part of Hajime’s life. They’re not two halves of a whole, but they complete each other in a way Hajime could never imagine anyone else doing. His mind jumps to Tooru’s girlfriend, the only one whose confession he accepted, and how their relationship fizzled out after only a few weeks. She wasn’t right, for him.

Hajime hadn’t worried, back then. He hadn’t given it much thought at all, especially since it hadn’t taken long for it to become irrelevant again. Maybe some part of him knew that Tooru wouldn’t find what he needed out there.

In fact, he’s pretty sure (and his confidence is growing) that maybe what they both need is here, in each other’s arms.

His heart’s still racing, what if’s churning and terrifying him, and maybe all of this is moving too fast but how did I never see this before?

“I- I just-”

And even though Hajime is fighting for words, Tooru is already pulling him close again, offering comfort and warmth no matter what. It’s honestly not fair, how easy it is to let himself go, to surrender to everything Tooru is offering-

It’s too easy to love him.

“Tooru,” he says, and the tension is rising again, but really, there’s no choice. Hajime can’t keep this a secret, he already feels the words pushing towards his lips, out, tell him, now, “Tooru, I- I think I’m in love with you.”

Tooru goes scarily still, and then it’s his grip that’s turning rigid, clenching tightly around Hajime’s waist.

“…what?”

Hajime takes a few breaths, trying to steady himself, his own fingers catching on Tooru’s shirt and staying there, tangled up and close. Like a lifeline.

“I’m in love with you,” he says again, and the relief of saying it overpowers everything else. “I’m- shit, Tooru, I’m… I’m in love with you.”

The silence around them is suddenly heavy, strong, everywhere, and Hajime’s mind races, what if-

And then there’s a sound, so small that Hajime almost misses it over the way his pulse is pounding in his ears.

It’s Tooru’s breath, hitching in his throat, followed by what might be a sob.

“…oh,” Tooru whispers, and then he starts shaking, curling in over Hajime and pressing himself close, hiding his face and he’s crying, actually crying, air catching in gasps as his hands clench into fists.

Everything else fades. All Hajime’s senses zero in on the boy in his arms, and it’s all he can do to hold him, to try and shoulder some of the weight that seems to be coming off him in waves, along with the tears that are slowly drenching the fabric over Hajime’s skin.

“I-Iwa-chan,” he chokes, pulling back so their eyes can finally, finally meet, “Iwa-chan, I-Iwa-chan, I-”

Hajime brings his hand up to cup Tooru’s cheek, staring in awe at how much raw emotion he can see in his eyes, despite how red and blotchy his face is from crying.

And it’s all there, too. Oh, oh, Hajime, I love you and I’ve waited so long and please, please be mine now.

But he wants to hear it, then, with a fierce kind of determination, needs to make sure that he’s not making a mistake, that it’s okay to move on from here-

“Do you- do you think… do you think maybe we could try… being more than this?”

Tooru lifts his own hand to cover Hajime’s, fingers slipping together like they belong. His expression softens, wet with tears and so full of hope it’s almost painful. Hajime swallows against the lump in his throat, against the thoughts screaming oh, oh, I don’t deserve this.

“I’ve always loved you,” Tooru says, barely more than a whisper, heavy with awe. “Always. And I never thought - I-I was sure you could n-never- love me the same way.”

Hajime tries to think back, to ten minutes ago, ten hours ago, ten days ago, when tonight’s revelation was unthinkable - but he finds that he can’t. Because it feels like everything makes sense now, and his previous understanding of the world, of their lives, of his feelings is falling away. All he knows is that Tooru was always most important, for as long as he can remember.

“…think I always did,” he says, blinking the disbelief out of his own eyes. “I just- I didn’t realize. God, Tooru, I’m sorry-”

But Tooru brings up his other hand and claps it over Hajime’s mouth, cutting him off.

“D-don’t. Don’t. This is perfect. I’m- y-you’re here now. You see, now.”

Hajime nods, brushing his thumb over Tooru’s cheek. “Yeah.”

Tooru holds his gaze, and despite the tears he’s never looked more certain, more resolute. Hajime finds himself falling, bit by bit and then all at once, for the fire in Tooru’s eyes and the salt on his skin, for the way he’s practically glowing, exhaustion and worry falling away in favor of a smile that has Hajime catching his breath.

It’s a little too much, and Tooru seems to think so too, because he lets out a small, breathy laugh and lets himself fall forward, back into Hajime’s arms.

He catches him on instinct, fitting him against his chest like he’s done so many times before - only now it feels closer, stronger, definite.

“Y-you mean it?” Tooru mumbles into Hajime’s skin, arms trembling ever so slightly. “…’s this real?”

And Hajime says the only thing he can think to say, because there aren’t words for the magnitude of feelings building in his chest. He squeezes him tighter and hopes that’s enough.

“Yeah. Yeah, it is.”