i guess with robots it would be oil in their eyes

anonymous asked:

The avengers are back post CW and for good publicity they all do a Reddit style AMA. While most of the avengers try to keep their answers generic and PC, Tony actually answers sincerely and honestly. (Also how great would it be if tony got a question about his bots and he let's them answer and they basically hi Jack the whole thing)

I had to google reddit style ama, because I don’t Reddit but I love this. I think they’d probably do it in person, or through a livestream. 

The chat is flooded with questions, most of them not ones a lawyer would recommend they answer, such as. 

“Captain America, how many people have you killed?” or “What made you decide that you knew better than 117 countries?” Still they did say ask me anything.

“Okay, Jarvis will be selecting questions at random, so everyone go ahead and flood the chat with anything you want to know.” Tony smiles at the camera as the first questions start rolling in. 

“Does Black Widow snore?” Jarvis reads off, it’s a good question, something that will make them seem more personable, although Natasha glaring at the camera doesn’t help that image. 

“Like a freight train.” Clint answers, jumping out of the way when Natasha plans to elbow him.  

“What part of the Accord’s did you disagree with Captain?” Jarvis reads the next one, it’s better worded than most of the other questions along the same vein, and this is what the people want to know. 

“I didn’t agree with a system where I couldn’t help people if I saw them hurting.” Steve answers, looking apologetic. “The Accords as they were would have tied our hands too much, and risked the lives of the people we fight to protect.” Tony tries not to cringe at that. 

“Dr. Stark, why doesn’t your tower have a pool? What kind of billionaire doesn’t have a pool?” Jarvis reads off, and Tony tenses slightly. 

“Wow, was to throw a hardball there J.” He jokes, smiling awkwardly. “I guess the kind of Billionaire who has experience being waterboarded in Afghanistan is the kind of billionaire that doesn’t have a pool.” The chat is flooded with messages then, and they wait for a moment for their audience to calm down. 

“Clint, what’s it like being out of retirement?” Jarvis reads off, attempting to get everyone back on track. 

“Well, it’s a lot more interesting than golf I can tell you that.” He smirks at the camera, Tony has to resist the urge to roll his eyes. 

“Do any of you work outside of the Avengers? Aside from Dr. Stark of course.” Jarvis reads, Tony waits for the team to answer. 

“Colonel Rhodes does, but aside from that no. We believe that being an Avenger is a full time job and should be the primary focus.” Steve answers seriously. Sam frowns slightly, he’d been considering getting his job at the VA back, not that it would be easy with the current political climate.

“Dr. Stark is colonel Rhodes the reason for your new prosthetic line?” The next question reads. Tony swallows thickly. 

“To a degree, Stark Industries has been working on prosthetic’s for a long time, but Rhodey getting hurt made it my primary focus.” Tony explains. “We would have gotten to this point eventually, but Rhodey’s injury definitely pushed me to work on it faster.

“Clint, what part of the Accord’s did you disagree with?” Jarvis asks, knowing full well Clint didn’t read the Accord’s. 

“Same as Cap, but I also didn’t agree with the wrongful imprisonment aspects involved.” He says, he manages to keep from glaring at Tony when he mentions it. 

“Widow, did you plan to betray Team Iron Man from the start?” Jarvis shoots, and he is not being kind to them at all. Tony shouldn’t have expected him to. 

“Of course not, but it’s hard to be in the middle of a fight like that. I didn’t want anyone to get hurt, and I made some poor decisions trying to prevent that.” She manages to look misty eyed. 

“Sir, this one is for you. ‘I’ve been interested in your work with AI’s for years, and I was wondering what happened to DUM-E after your Malibu house blew up? Is he okay?’“ Jarvis has a pleased tone to his voice. 

“Well, J. Let’s call him up and show our kind questioner.” Tony smiles at the camera. “We can take a few more questions while we wait. Let’s go for some lighter topics shall we?”

“Do any of you have or want pets?” Jarvis reads off. Wanda goes dreamy eyed. 

“I want a dog.” She says, sounding fond. “A big dog, they’re always so energetic.” 

“I want a dog as well.” Steve beams at her. Tony rolls his eyes and finds that the chat agrees  with him, that’s not a surprise. 

“I want a dragon.” Tony jokes, getting a dirty look from Steve. “But in all seriousness I’m not much of a pet person I can barely take care of myself.
 As if on cue DUM-E rolls out of the elevator coffee cup in hand. “J, is there motor oil in this?” 

“No sir, but there is some hot sauce in it.” Jarvis informs him, Tony shrugs, patting Dum-E chasis. 

“Thank you Dum-E.” He drinks the coffee. “That is a lot more than some hot sauce.” He grumbles, Dum-E beeping shrilly in his ear. “Hello internet, this is DUM-E.” 

“The internet would like to know if he can do any tricks, Sir.” Jarvis informs him, the other Avengers are pouting now, as the chat seems focused on the little robot. 

“Of course he can. He has to help out around the lab. Here, watch this Dum-E spin.” Dum-E does his best R2-D2 impression as he twirls in a circle. “Good job Dum-E now up-high.” He holds out his hand for Dum-E to bump his claw against. “fist bump.” He offers the little bot. Dum-E beeps excitedly. “And last, the most important trick of all. Dum-E Steve’s on fire.” 

“What? No!” Steve says as Dum-E whirls on him, grabbing the fire extinguisher off the wall and spraying Steve down. 

“He really liked Wall-E.” Tony jokes, as Dum-E seems satisfied that Steve is no longer on fire and is instead spraying the fire extinguisher while rolling in the opposite direction. 

“How did you make such an adorable robot?” Jarvis reads off. Natasha is wiping foam out of her hair. Clint has a mustache made of the stuff, and Steve is practically invisible under the stuff Sam has a little on his shirt but managed to escape mostly unscathed.

“Well-” Tony Starts, but Dum-E has stopped spinning camera focused on him. “Oh no.” He grumbles, as he’s doused with the fire extinguisher. “Tell my CEO I love her.” He shouts dramatically sinking into the foam. 

Dum-E is trending by the end of the day. 

anonymous asked:

what if t'challa is rhodey's classmate/lab partner at mit and he likes the guy but he's so sick of listening to him brag about his little brother-from-another-mother until he mEETS HIM AND THEN HIS HEART CLENCHES and he's like "how do i woo this bby genius without getting mauled by his overprotective brother/bff"

This work can also be found on my Ao3 here. I deviated from the prompt a little, methinks. Also Tony’s nineteen in this and getting his second PhD if that helps. Watch out for under the cut!

“—And then Tony accidentally set it on fire,” Jim explained, showing a worrying lack of concern by grinning like the engineer he truly was.

“So then you had to start over,” T’Challa said.

Jim tilted his head. “Well, we’d documented everything up to that point so not really? I mean yeah we had to rebuild the model but to be honest it was probably better we find out the fire-hazard before we presented in class.”


“But it’s whatever—” Jim checked his watch and yelped. “Ah! I was supposed to meet him for lunch, did you wanna come?”

T’Challa watched Jim scramble to get his books packed up. “Where are you going?”

“I’m going to try and get a vegetable in him today, so Chinese.”

“I will pass.”

Jim shrugged. “Your loss. See you in Calculus.”

T’Challa watched him go. He wasn’t looking forward to it. Jim either complained about homework or bitched about how Tony had tested out of the class and how he wished he had too.

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Okay, so my housemates are weird.

I live in this one little rental house that straddles the border of campus. (I would say look it up on Google Earth if you don’t believe me, but that would be both foolhardy and inconclusive. Nicky did once, thinking they could handle it. Gwinna got them back, as per usual.) As such, we get some weird stuff going on. Borders are important.

Two bedrooms, five girls and one person (Nicky). Sarah, Nicky, and I live in one room; Rogue, Kay, and Gwinna live in the other. None of those are true names, though Sarah is a given name and Nicky’s full given name is Annika, which they freely told us because their true name’s something different. We’ve all been…elsewhere…at least once. Gwinna’s been some six times against her will, who knows how often by choice. None of us knows what’ll happen when she gets taken again, because that’ll make seven. Numbers are important too.

Sarah mostly copes by keeping her head down. She’s a physics major, so mostly safe in class, but she does visit the coffee shop by the English building every day, where most of the baristas speak in rhyme or never, ever blink. It’s always there when she goes, though, and she’s never had the doorknob try to bite her. Perks of being a regular, I guess. She wears huge glasses and a necklace with a topaz pendant - for protection, she says. She sleeps on the lower bunk, below Nicky, who doesn’t so much mind there only being one way down from their bed. A word of advice: if you’re eating with her at the dining hall, don’t ask her - or anyone, really - to pass the salt. The shaker will probably be empty. She’s ridiculously good at pocketing salt when no one else is looking. Between Nicky’s recklessness and Gwinna actually seeming to like the Other Place, sometimes it seems like Sarah’s the only one of us with half an ounce of sense.

Speaking of Nicky: they’re a trip, that one. Never do anything at all slowly. They take a lot of risks, especially with the Gentry, but they’re perceptive to a fault, so usually it turns out okay. They’re addicted to Fritos, which double as an offensive/defensive agent besides being a good pick-me-up after track practice. I saw them throw a handful at an odd-looking bush once; I don’t know what they did it for, but I could swear I heard hissing. Most of them just avoid Nicky. They think they’re rude, almost disrespectful when they’re at their worst, but brave enough to have earned being left alone. That Google Earth thing was the only time they got taken. They don’t like to talk about it much. They major in archaeology, another risk, but they know what to study and what to leave back where they found it with a little offering of blood and water just in case. Mostly.

Rogue doesn’t have much in the way of authority problems, despite the nickname. She majors in robotics, but her real passion is paintball. She’s an astounding shot. She wears one of those paper germ masks doctors wear to class, because of that time one of the Gentry got offended by the robotics lab’s existence and let loose some…ah…spores. Thankfully Rogue had strep throat that day so she didn’t go in to the lab, but she’s been a little paranoid ever since. As someone who works with iron a lot and is reflexively polite, she commands quite a bit of respect. She keeps spare bolts and things in her backpack and jeans pockets. Sometimes she forgets to take them out, resulting in clunking noises in the washing machine that are actually completely mundane (as opposed to the ones that aren’t).

Kay is pretty inscrutable most of the time, which makes her both frustrating and fascinating to the Gentry. She’s a devout Muslim and wears a headscarf and veil whenever she leaves the house, so you can only see her eyes. (They were black before she got taken, but now they’re bright green.) Out of all of us, even Gwinna, her stay in the Other Place was the longest. She doesn’t tempt fate, but she loves her individuality, loves sticking out from a crowd. She’s an art major, huge colorful oil paintings mostly. Only Rogue has a car, so Kay’s taken over the garage as her workspace and place to store paintings. Sometimes one of them will disappear overnight, but never without her knowledge. She puts a sprig of fresh rosemary in her hair every morning, a habit she picked up after getting taken. I’m not sure what it’s supposed to do, besides smelling nice.

Gwinna is strange. That’s really the only way to describe her. I’ve known her since she came as a freshman, and let me tell you, when I first met her I had her pegged as Gentry bait immediately. She’s constantly got her head in the clouds, loves the library a bit too much (two of her six snatchings were from there), likes being the last one awake at night. She frequently speaks in character under her breath; usually it’s characters from her video games, but sometimes it seems like she’s talking to someone besides herself. After her third snatching, my violinist friend Jacob, who’d just gotten back and had ended up with the Sight temporarily, said she had an eye-like symbol on her forehead and some of her hair had been replaced with feathers, but he swore she was still human. She hasn’t acted otherwise, so I’ll buy it. Gwinna is our go-to girl if one of us gets snatched - she saved Nicky from the Google Earth crisis, as I said, and without her intimate knowledge of fanfic terminology (don’t ask) Kay might have ended up with a far, far worse Deal than she did.

So…yeah, that’s us. We’re all weird. Nicky still feels like they owe a debt to Gwinna. Rogue is best at getting Sarah out of her shell. When Nicky gets too wild around the Gentry, Sarah can usually get them to see sense. Gwinna and Kay listen to each other’s nerd-out sessions. Whenever Rogue wants to go play paintball, Nicky is the first to volunteer. Sarah nags Gwinna whenever she procrastinates too much, which annoys her but tends to work. Rogue and Kay are totally in love, although at this rate they’ll never admit it.

And me? Well…that’s another story.

[Some Random Nerd]

I’m trying hard to find time to do these, it’s tough, but hopefully, Thanksgiving break will give me time to write! :D I’m working on my fanfictions currently since my readers are saying it’s been a long time since I’ve written. Please, stay tuned!

Here are just a FEW of the same concepts I’ve already done for this. Because so many requested, I’ll do a new one. But here are some others from the same category! (x) (x) (x)

And now, for your feature presentation!

Combined plot of all listed above: Jap Sonic Team meet Boom!counterparts. Jap Sonic meets Boom!Amy and Jap Amy meets Boom!Sonic while he kinda likes her affections. :)


After a nasty wormhole sends our team blasting through a parallel dimension, it’s up to Sonic Team to find their missing members and collect the Orb of Dimension back from wherever it has fallen too.

Boom!Eggman is scuba-diving for ore and rare materials, before looking up and seeing something like a comet up above him. “Oh-ho! Look at this ore! it’s bound to be useful in my latest and greatest- uh… Cubot, what have I said about the manning the spotlight!?” He abruptly turns around, having his eyes almost blinded by the orb firing down into the water, knocking straight into his face.

Orbot and Cubot rush him to the Medic, where Doc slaps bandages over his eyes and states that he’s lucky to still see.

Being blindfolded, Eggman’s convinced he’s ruined for at least a week until he can start wearing shades, but the orb fascinated him as he can now ‘superhuman’ feel the power from it. But Orbot’s convinced he’s just letting this ‘blind for a week’ thing, get to his head a little too much…

The first to fall and meet someone is Japanese Amy, who lands and gets tangled up before the Gogobas act like she’s ruined their natural sunroof. In guilt, she agrees to help them out and ends up working and creating a spa-treatment center in the middle of the jungle for them.

Sick of how they treat her, she blows up in their face and destroys everything she created, before stopping off and not letting them get the better of her.

She ends up returning to remake what she destroyed and then takes off, but by then, she sees something blue speed by in the jungle.

Excite bubbles within her and she leaps after it. “SOOONICC!!! Aw, he must be looking for me! He’s so sweet~”

“W-wait. Oh, that’s fine. Pursue your own interests as we lie here with only one coating of essential oils. It’s fine. Not like we’re sitting ducks for monsters who like good smelling things… it’s perfectly understandable.” Then they’re attacked by large birds and scatter screaming from the spa-treatment center she set up.


Boom!Sonic hears something sort-of familiar, and halts in his racing to find Boom!Tails- since he technically just knocked out another Tails and tied him up in his buddy’s storage closet.

“Amy?” Sonic turns around, skidding to a halt.

The second he does, he notices her running towards him in a different outfit, a cute red dress with white lining, and arms stretched out to him.

Unfamiliar with the protocol, he stands there and lets her tackle him down.

Luckily, he balances himself out before he falls. “W-wo-woah! What’s this for!?”

“Oh, Sonic! I was so worried about you! I accidentally got lost and found these awful people that made me feel bad about ruining their ‘priceless’ tree, though it looked pretty ordinary to me, and then I was a spa-slave, and then I saw your shining blue and followed my heart’s pull, and AH~ Sonic~ I’m so happy to be with you again!” She shook and rubbed her head against his chest and squeezed before feeling something off…

She blinked her eyes open from the adrenaline and moved back, not letting him go, but noticed the strange bandana around his neck. “…Did you get…” she looked all the way up to his nervous and confused expression. “Taller?”

“A-Amy, woah-!”

She hugged him again, “Emm! You’re thinner too~ hehe! That wormhole really sucked a lot out of ya, huh?”

“I-I-I’m not saying this isn’t nice or anything-AH! Maybe under the right circumstances, it could be- EEE! Even nice or.. something, but-AHHEE! Can you let me go now?” He tried to move her away, but the more he struggled, the more awkward it got. She finally saw him drape down and give up, slouching his head to her shoulder as she giggled and stepped away.

“You’re not really my Sonic, are you?” she grinned, much more calmly now. “I figured the wormhole Eggman sent us through would take us somewhere strange and different… but I never thought I would meet a cosplayer here!” she beamed.

“W-wormhole? You said wormhole, just like that Tails-imposter from- WAI-WAI-WAIT. WAIT. Hold up. COSPLAYER?!” Sonic was thinking to himself as Japanese Amy put a finger up to her mouth to circle him and figure it out, but Sonic shook his hands out to stop her examining.

“I am Sonic!” he defended, pointing to himself.

She giggled again, “Oh, of course, you are. Teehee~” she swayed her body a bit, “The brave, the bold, the magnificent and charming~ the handsome and discreet~ The lone ranger…” she walked around him again, clearly up to something but he soaked in the praise and held his head up.

“Hey, you’re no Amy, but I like the way you talk!” he praised.

“Hehe! If you like it, maybe Sonic does too!” she kicked up a leg behind her, being cute as Sonic smiled.

“You’re not like my Amy at all… All she does is yell and boss me around..” he pouted, folded his arms.

“Emm… maybe you just don’t see how much she does praise and care you… cause you only focus on all the negative things like that.” Japanese Amy felt a stirring in her heart again, peering down through some foliage and nodding. “I say my Sonic’s this way. Call it my girlish intuition! A girl in love can always find her true love~ This way!”

“W-wha-huh?” Sonic was shocked by her directness, “H-hey, wait a second! You make it sound like I’m not seeing something! Wait! It’s dangerous that way! Come back! What do you mean ‘your’ Sonic???” Sonic took off after her, before looking behind his shoulder, “W-well.. I should take her back with the other imposter b-but…” he looked ahead, as she cutely turned back and waved to him with a huge smile, before taking off again.

“I.. Don’t want her to get hurt,… right? I guess so? H-hey! Do you like mehburgers?!”

“Huh? I can’t hear you! Oh well, I’m coming my darling Sonic! We’ll be together soon enough! I won’t let anything stand in my way!”

Sonic gulped, “A-anything?” he moved under some bushes and then over a log, watching her fling herself over it with her hammer. “Well, she’s got Amy’s grace, I’ll give her that much…” he followed behind her, just like that!

A while away, Boom!Amy was trying to hit this Sonic wanna-be who kept talking about strange things.

“Hold still!” she swung her hammer but he narrowly dodged it.

He whistled, “Nice shot!” he smirked and gave her a thumbs up and a charming wink, laid out on a branch, messing with her.

She growled before hoisting her hammer over her shoulders again. “What kind of cheap, robot are you!?” she was getting exhausted, “But I won’t lie.. Eggman’s certainly got the smirk down pat..” she huffed out.

Sonic placed a hand to his hip, “You’re pretty bent on calling me a fake, aren’t you?”

“Heh. I know Sonic. You’re most certainly not him!” she got her hammer out again, ready to try once more before he jumped down, and moved right up to her.

This startled her, and she blinked while moving back, “H-huh?”

“You know…” he stood confidently, but there was a gentleness in his eyes as he approached, but Amy swung her hammer over herself.

“Watch it! Stay w-where you are!”

He continued his kind smile now, “I know Amy too.” he lighlty put a hand to her hammer, making her pause and look up to him with her heart racing.

“And I know she will always do what she feels is right.”

Smitten, she dropped her hammer to her side. “For a robot… you sure have his eyes…”

He smiled and tilted his head, “For a look-a-like Amy… you sure do swing like her.” he kid, and they lightly laughed together.

Coming back to Tails’s workshop, Japanese Sonic was surprised to see Knuckles and Boom!Knuckles duking it out on the floor, rolling around as they kept insulting each other. He shook his head left and then right, surprised by the other Knuckles. “That’s a huge Knuckles.. what’d you feed him?” He then shook his head in embarrassment for his friend and put a hand to his face. “So embarrassing…” he lightly let out.

“I’m not not Knuckles!” “But I AM Knuckles!” “Oh yeah!?” “YES!!! That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you!” “If you’re Knuckles.. then you must be the only one! Who am I then!? Augh! This minds my hurt! I’m taking you down, hurt minder!!!!”

Boom!Amy also looked ashamed at their behavior, before looking up to Sonic, “I’m not gonna lie, but…”

“He’s not the brightest, is he?” Sonic flat out said it, making her twitch at his bluntness.

“H-he’s… he’s our lovable Knuckles.” she lightly chuckled, “And hey! For the record! Only we can say stuff about our Knuckles, deal?” she stood up for him by poking Japanese Sonic in the chest, but he smiled at her courtesy to her friends and nodded.

“Yep, you’re Amy alright!”

She blushed, but freaked out by it and clamped her hands to her face. “Ah! What’s wrong with me?! haha, fever! that must be it! Nothing to see here! EMMMMM.” She grumbled all the way to the sink, washing her face to try and conceal what she was feeling.

“huh?” Sonic shrugged, “What’s wrong?”

When Japanese Amy and Boom!Sonic showed up, she peeked her head in the door, “Excuse us… AH!” she opened her mouth wide into a huge grin and charged for her Sonic. “DARLINNNG~”

“Ah!” Sonic got spooked and raced away, before trying to dodge her by the long table, making sure to be strategic as she tried to round it, he would move away in the opposite direction.

“Ohh… Why are you being like that? I missed you!” she pushed her fists down before folding them, groaning at his distance as he smiled sheepishly. “Aren’t you glad I’m alright?”

“Sure am! I’m happy from right over here!”

“OHHH! Sonic!”

Boom!Sonic then whammed over the door, halfway down the doorframe and looking utterly exhausted.

He crawled into the room and collapsed. “Finally… how do you.. ugh… put up with her energy?”

He had black under his eyes, twigs, and leaves in his hair, looking real torn up.

“Hehe~ At least he’s a gentleman.” Japanese Amy threw out her hip to her Sonic, and raced to the ground for Boom!Sonic. “Ohh.. Are you alright?” she hugged him as he jolted and lifted a leg up.


Japanese Sonic didn’t know how to react at first, before pouting and folding his arms. “Hmph.” he didn’t comment more than that, before hearing shifting in the closet.

He cautiously opened it and out fell a restrained Japanese Tails, all tied up and gagged.

“Woah! Tails!” Sonic quickly untied him and he let out a huge breath, coughing.

“Thanks, Sonic..” he then glared up at Boom!Sonic. “He locked me in there!”

Japanese Amy dropped Sonic cold, “You what!?” she got up, insulted. “How dare you treat your friends that way! Hmph!” she walked back to her Sonic, who nervously stood his ground and let her take hold of his arm.

He seemed to smile and turn his head from her, but his eyes watched her as she stuck her tongue out at the other Sonic and bent some of her lower-eyelid down to mock him.

Boom!Sonic reared his head up, growling and slightly jealous that he had lost her affections for a moment. “I thought he was Eggman’s creation or even Steve!”


“A guy we know.”

“AMY!” Boom!Sonic dashed over to her, as Japanese Sonic’s eyes shifted between their conversation.

“You believe me, right?” he gestured his hands out, as Boom!Tails walked in with a newspaper, closing the door with his foot and losing engrossed in it. Not even seeing what was going on. He walked right through the squabbling Knuckles and sat down at his work-bench.

The other Tails grew curious and followed after him, not caring about Boom!Sonic’s treatment of him anymore and looked over his shoulder.

“Of course, I thought he was a robot too.”

Sonic sighed, “See.. I knew you would under-”

“But that doesn’t mean I’d lock him in a closet, Sonic.” she shifted her weight, putting her hands to her hips, and giving him the lowered eyes of sheer judgment.


“Oh, now I get it.” Japanese Sonic smirked, watching the two with knowing eyes.

“Huh? Get what?” Japanese Amy released his arm, and moved up next to him, curious about what he was talking about.

Sonic nervously looked her way, as if not wanting to tell her, “Oh.. uh.. you know.. just something.” he rubbed his nose lightly.

“Ehh? Tell me, tell me!” she persisted, hopping on her two feet as he smiled down to her and held up a finger, winking to quiet her down.

“Ah, but it wouldn’t be a secret then, you see?” he charmed her, and she whined a little. “Hehe, alright. I’ll tell you a little.” he leaned to whisper into her ear, covering his mouth with his hand and being silly. “They’re closer than it looks. Right?”

Amy blinked, before narrowing her eyes at the two arguing.

“You’re never on my side!” “You locked Tails’s other-dimensional guy in a closet. How can I side with you on that?” “You’re just supposed too! It’s the idea! Not the moral!” “But the moral of’ whose idea to stand by’ should be right!”

As they bickered, Japanese Amy’s eyes widened with understanding and sparkled slightly at seeing some heart fly around them in her sight, along with anime bubbles.

She squee’d and threw her arms up to her face in tight fists, nodding profusely to Sonic. “Ohh! I see it! I see it! They’re so cute together!”

“Right?” Sonic smiled down, folding his arms before seeing the two lean over and holler at them.


They both chickened, Sonic remaining silent and Japanse Amy swaying her head adorably, “Nothing~” she chimed, giggling at them.

“What are you laughing at.” Amy narrowed her eyes at her before sighing, lifting her head back in defeat. “I can’t understand if she even gets there’s another her in front of her or not.”

“Huh? Oh, I knew! You’re pretty cute, just like me! Hehe! That’s why I knew you had to be my other dimensional self! You look so young too!” The flattery didn’t just work on Boom!Sonic, but Boom!Amy dropped her act and threw her hands up to her face, lifting a leg up.

“Ah~ You noticed my hard work! <3″

They were instant friends, holding hands and talking about things they enjoyed.

“Neh, neh~ What kind of eyeliner do you use?” (*Neh = hey, hey.) “What’s your favorite gardening plant?” “What do you like to bake the most?” “Have you two gotten engaged yet?” “Eh…”

Boom!Amy froze white in a twinkling of an eye…


They all gave mixed expressions.

After some time, Tails revealed that the newspaper talked about a meteor of somekind, no bigger than an Orb. The team agreed to stop Boom!Eggman was absorbing its powers to open thousands of dimensions all over the island.

Defeating and closing the portals, Sticks joined the fray and ended up capturing everyone, telling the ‘aliens’ to reveal themselves and give her back her real friends. Claiming something about Organ-farming, they finally convinced her of the truth, and she let them all go, handing back the orb to Japanese Sonic.

“Thank you! Little lady.” he winked, but she ‘pfft’d in his face.

“Don’t ‘thanks, lady’ me, bub. I know what you’re really after! Our organs! This isn’t that kind of island, you got that!?”

The Sonic team departed back to their dimension, as Japanese Amy wished Boom!Amy in good luck, and cautioned Boom!Sonic not to wait too long or-

Japanese Sonic pulled her further into the portal before she could say another word…

Boom!Sonic turned nervously to Boom!Amy, who just looked confused.

anonymous asked:

can i request a shy tony fic? like the team finding out how freaking shy tony really is after they move in together? basically tony being really shy and self-concious about many everyday things. he's not the talkative, self-confident playboy they thought he was, he is the contrary and it wakes up the instinct to protect and treasure in them.

i’ve snet you a shy tony prompt and now i realize that i forgot to add sensitive to the list. because let’s be honest that boy is really sensitive and emotional.

Natasha actually knows that Tony is shy af because of previous spying on him. She thinks it’s cute but she’ll help him out anyway because she knows he’s sensitive. <3 (Basically she’s a Natasha and Jan (from AvAc) hybrid.) Look out for under the cut!

This work can also be found on my Ao3 here.

Tony heard voices in the kitchen and slowed to a stop outside the doorway. The voices… sounded pleasant enough. And it was his house. And he was Tony Stark. There was no reason not to go in. Except that he was wearing yesterday’s clothes and he was pretty sure he had oil in his hair. Should he go shower first? He should probably go shower first.

He turned and let out a tiny noise of terror when he found Natasha standing behind him. “Eep!”

Natasha raised an eyebrow at him, then looked him up and down. “…You look fine.”

Tony lifted his hand, then stopped halfway to his head, self-conscious. “I don’t—have oil in my hair?”

“You do, but I’m pretty sure they kind of expect you to be a mess.”

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Through the wee hours of the night, Nick hadn’t moved an inch from his spot on the bed. Beside him, Turner was snuggled under the thick patchwork quilt, a brown tuft of hair poking out from under the covers the only indication that she was even there. The detective kept his promise to see that she wasn’t left alone, but resigned himself to sitting atop the covers despite Turner’s insistence it was fine for him to snuggle under them.

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“Wheatley.” Virgil rolled his optic as the familiar core came into view, looking suspiciously nervous as he edged into Virgil’s work space. He was already heading for his tools. “What did you break this time?”

“Um… don’t freak out.”

Virgil turned back around at that, noting with alarm that Wheatley didn’t just look nervous: he looked terrified. His iris had been reduced to a pinprick, and the little blue dot flickered anxiously between the floor and himself as he tried to avoid Virgil’s gaze.

“That’s not very reassuring.”

At that Wheatley’s shutters formed a smile that was half wince, then glanced behind him (at what Virgil couldn’t see) apologetically, shifting awkwardly as he did so.

“I didn’t personally break… it.”

Suddenly there came a sort of shuffling sound from behind the little core as a shaky figure joined him in the threshold.

And that was when Virgil lost it.

“A human! A test subject!” Virgil cried, reeling backwards as the disheveled lady came closer. The core then froze, looking up at Wheatley with horror and accusation as the pieces clicked into place. “Is that- is that the test subject that She’s looking for?”

Wheatley’s voice hitched up an octave as he slinked backwards on his rail, iris shrinking yet again as he gave a nervous laugh.

“It’s um… it’s definitely a possibility.”

Virgil’s optic spun in a frenzied arc, and he swore he was about to fry a circuit board.

“And you brought her here?” He asked, incredulous. “Are you trying to get us all killed?”

Wheatley blanched, insulted.

“No!” He snapped, “Virgil look at her! She’s hurt!”

She was.

Virgil hadn’t paid the woman much attention, but now that he took a good look at her she was obviously in pain: wincing as she leaned against the wall and clutched at her side, where a patch of bright red was blossoming on her previously white shirt.

Virgil winced, something in his circuitry sinking with guilt.


The woman gave a huff that sounded a bit like an annoyed laugh. Virgil looked away.

“You want me to help her.”

Wheatley’s optic rolled in a sarcastic arc, his expression softening as he looked down at the human concertedly.

“That would be nice.”

Virgil shook his core, though his expression was one of guilt.

“I’m not a doctor, Wheatley. I have no idea how to fix a broken human.” Below, the lady looked insulted. No one noticed. “Also, I don’t have hands. So even if I did know how to help her, I probably wouldn’t be able to.” Virgil gave the other core a pointed look as he tried to avoid looking at the lady in front of them. “You need to get her to the infirmary. Quickly.”

“It’s too far.” Wheatley whined, his iris shrinking. “You’re her only hope. Please.” The newer core’s shudders drooped in a desperate frown, and he shot him a meaningful look. “I have to get her out of here.”

Virgil knew what that look was about.

His mind’s eye pictured their roles reversed: Mel with a hole in her side, him begging for help.

That hit close to home.

It didn’t help that the test subject in front of him looked so much like Mel: clad in the standard jumpsuit, her hair in familiar ponytail, holding newer versions of the same tech.

He sighed, expression bleak as he turned towards his tools.

“We’ll all going to die.” He whined.

Behind him, test subject and core exchanged a mildly alarmed look, but they didn’t have time for much more.

“Can you hop up on the table?”

Chell did so (with effort), sitting the portal gun down, mouth quirking into a frown at the pain and uncomfortably greasy texture of the surface she was now sitting on.

Virgil gave an embarrassed little laugh as he avoided the human’s gaze.

“Sorry if it’s a little… filthy in here.” Though that was an understatement: practically every surface in the room was covered in machine parts or oil. “I don’t usually work with humans.”

Chell gave another annoyed huff of laughter.

‘That’s not very reassuring.’

“Mind if I take a look?” Virgil asked. Chell nodded, wincing as the hem of her shirt was peeled back to reveal the damage beneath. Virgil clucked sympathetically. “Turret got you, huh? I hate those things.”

“Me too.” Wheatley chimed. He was maintaining a bit of a distance, not so great with blood and the like, but he was close enough to keep an eye on his lady.

Virgil nodded solemnly as he activated his flashlight feature to take a closer look.

“Believe it or not, most cores do, despite the fact that they, thankfully, don’t shoot at us.” His expression softened at the look of near disbelief on Chell’s face. “I happen to like test subjects.”

Virgil offered of a soft smile, his flashlight turning off with a quiet ‘click.’

“Alright. The good news is, there’s an exit wound. Which means we don’t have to dig a bullet out of you. Yea!” He cheered weakly, though no one seemed to share in his enthusiasm. He cleared his nonexistent threat, optic flitting around the room as his voice turned smaller. “The bad news is… you’re bleeding everywhere.”

‘You don’t say?’

Virgil blinked down at Chell apologetically.

“We’ve got to find some way to close up that hole so you don’t bleed out.”

“You can do that, can’t you?” Wheatley asked.

“Well… can and should are different things.” Virgil frowned. “She’s not made of metal. Welding her back together would probably do more harm than good.” Chell turned pale from more than blood loss as her jaw set in a grim expression. Virgil didn’t see the look on her face, but gestured down at her vaguely before making his way to the other side of the room. “We’re not doing that, by the way.”

Chell gave a quiet sigh of relief (knowing her luck these well meaning cores would kill her long before the AI who was actually trying to murder her could) as the core rummaged around one of the workbenches that lined the walls, grumbling to himself as he did so.  

“Hmmm… Aha!” Virgil zipped back into Chell’s line of sight, his expression triumphant and a tad nervous. “I might know of something that’ll do the trick… but it’ll probably hurt.”

Chell fought the urge to give a weak smirk.

‘Worse than this?’

The core returned holding a clear container, and though Chell couldn’t make out what it was filled with, she swore it was moving.

“They’re nanobots.” Virgil explained. “Tiny little robots designed to do repairs too complicated for normal tools. And lucky for us, I’m ninety-nine percent sure Aperture brand nanobots can be used on humans, too.”

Chell braced herself as the core unscrewed the lid of the container.


Chell nodded, then grimaced as the miniscule bots began their work, the sensation not exactly painful but extremely unpleasant. Virgil hovered over her, watching nervously, and after a moment Wheatley joined him.

“Hang in there, love.”

“Sorry if it hurts.” Virgil winced. “Just try to hold still. That should help.”

“See,” Wheatley smiled, “I told you Virgil was trustworthy. He had a test subject, too.”

“Uh… I guess you could say that.” Virgil blinked. “There was a lady I helped escape a few years back… You actually remind me a bit of her.” Virgil’s cadence softened as he looked down at Chell, though his smile faltered at her dazed expression. He quickly realized why. “What? Oh, yes, she did make it out.” He gave a little laugh then, rolling his optic good naturedly as he shook his core. “Assuming she could open the door at the top of the shaft.”

Chell and Wheatley looked up at him, oblivious.

“Inside joke.”

Wheatley frowned.

“You got your test subject out?”

“…Yes?” Virgil blinked up at Wheatley, confused. “I thought you knew that.”

“I just heard that she–” He stopped then, noticing that Virgil’s expression was very nearly insulted. “I don’t understand.” He said. “If you got your test subject out, why are you still here?”

There was a beat of silence during which Virgil looked away from Wheatley and somehow ended up looking down at Chell. Her eyes were knowing as they met his gaze, her expression pained from much more than her injuries. Virgil’s matched, and yet the exchange hardly lasted a moment before the test subject put on a stoic expression and sat up.

“You’re all fixed up? Already?” Virgil asked. Chell nodded. “Wow that was fast.”

He frowned as she felt around the previously damaged area, constantly checking her hand.

“What’s the matter?” He asked.

“I think she wants to know where they are.” Wheatley said.

“Oh, the nanobots? They don’t come out.”

The panicked, angry look Chell gave him could have burned a hole in his hard drive.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, calm down lady! There’s no need to panic!” Virgil said. “This is a good thing! You’re now the only human on earth with an internal repairs system. Or at least an efficient one.”

Chell’s eyes glinted dangerously as she pointed up at the ceiling.

“What? Her?” Virgil asked. “She can’t control them, if that’s what you’re worried about.” The core’s expression then turned insulted, but Chell could hardly care less. “Did you really think I would put them inside of you if She did?”

Chell ignored him, turning to Wheatley for some form of affirmation.

“So… everything is fine.” He nodded. “You’re all fixed up, and now, if you do get hurt again- which I really, really hope you don’t- you’ll have a repairs system. Which means we won’t have to stop to find help. We can just keep going.” He offered an apologetic smile as Chell frowned up at him. “I know you don’t like it, but this should make getting out of here a lot faster. And safer.” He added. “So…?”

Chell sighed silently as she slipped down from the table, the portal gun a familiar weight in her grasp once again. Wheatley bade Virgil a quiet thank you before heading out the door, and with one last look at the core, Chell made to follow.


Chell paused, surprised, as Virgil came closer.

“Um…” He looked nervous, his core facing her while his optic darted around the room. “I just wanted to say… good luck.” He managed to look at her then, something warm in his expression. “I wasn’t joking when I said you reminded me of my friend. The resemblance is actually kind of freaky.” Virgil shook his core, optic rolling in a happy arc as Chell began to smile. “But, my point is, if you’re half as strong and stubborn as she is,” Virgil smiled down at her fondly. “You’ll be out of here in no time.”

The smile could hardly fit on Chell’s face then, and before she knew it she reached up to pat the little core. Virgil laughed.

“Just be sure to keep an eye on Wheatley, alright? That guy’s a mess.” Chell snickered silently, and Virgil nuzzled her hand despite himself. “And… when you get to the surface…” His smile turned to something more wistful as his voice went quiet. “If you happen to bump into a lady with curly red hair, who’s really good at running, and really bad at opening doors… say hello to her, will you?” Chell nodded, and she swore she’d never seen someone look so happy and sad simultaneously.

“From both of us.”


AN: Happy ten year anniversary to my favorite fandom!

She’s Busy Hearing Voices

Pairing: Gerard Way x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Summary: Request fic for @geeksandfreaks6713. “Hey, I don’t know if you’re taking requests (if you aren’t I’m sorry to bother you!) but could you possibly do a gerard imagine where the reader is blind??”

You were awoken from a sound sleep by the sound of singing. You felt for your watch on the hotel nightstand, and pressed a button on its cold, plastic surface.

The time is now 3:15 AM, a familiar robotic voice peeped.

“What the fuck?” you whispered to yourself. You had no idea why anyone would be up at this hour, much less making music. You gripped your cane and rose, swinging it left and right to avoid running into the table as you put on your dressing gown and exited your hotel room.

You walked down the hallway, hearing the music get louder and more distinct as you drew closer to its source. Being blind your whole life had made your other senses very sharp, so, soon, you were able to pinpoint the room where the voice was emanating from.

You placed your hand on the doorplate, reading the Braille, which said, Room 1229.

You pressed your ear against the door, listening intently. From here, you noticed that the singer had a man’s voice – and that his voice sounded incredible. Despite the hour, you found yourself enjoying the melody as you listened to his song:

We’re not just dreamers

We’re the kind that comprehend

We gather up our forces

She’s busy hearing voices again

Pneumonic-screamers came to gather up our friends

If giving in is pointless, then get out of bed or this might be the end

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Interview: Britani Palazzolo

Today we’re joined by Britani Palazzolo. Britani is an awesome artist who is incredibly versatile and works in a variety of mediums. She does a lot of papercrafts and other visual arts. When she’s not drawing, Britani does a lot of writing and some baking as well. Her work shows a fascinating sort of surrealism. It’s very clear she’s an incredibly dedicated and passionate artist, as you’ll soon see. My thanks to her for taking the time to participate in this interview.


Please, tell us about your art.

I do a little bit of everything! I write, draw, sew, bake, papercraft, paint… If there’s an art medium out there, I’ve probably tried it haha! I usually jump around from one to the other, so right now I’m working on papercrafts mostly (my current project is making one for each Overwatch character) but I’ll probably drift back to drawing or writing soon. I mainly draw my OCs or myself, and I love drawing cute but gross stuff and object heads. I draw traditionally sometimes, but most of the time I use Adobe Illustrator because I love how it works with my style. I’ve been doing art since I can remember, and I’ve watched my style change over the years and it brings me a lot of joy just doing something with my hands. There’s really no telling what I’ll come up with next.

What inspires you?

I guess that depends on what I’m doing. If I’m drawing, usually it’s movies or other media because I’ll make a self-insert character or an AU for my OCs and draw according to that. I think my friends inspire my writing a lot of the time because we bounce around ideas and I just have to get them out! I also draw a lot of creepy/gore things, so catch me at Halloween time really inspired! Fandom also inspires me, but sometimes I’m afraid to contribute fanart because I compare myself to others (a bad habit I know, but I’ve been working on it!) and will instead stick with my own characters haha! I also use my own life as a lot of inspiration, including the fact that I’m ace. I make music playlists (I guess you could call that an art?) and I have an “All Your Favs Are Ace” series which are just character playlists based on my headcanons of characters being on the ace spectrum. I’ve written a fic involving a character coming out to their partner as a sex repulsed ace which I based largely on my own feelings and experiences. Music is also a huge inspiration provider, as well as long showers!

What got you interested in your field?  Have you always wanted to be an artist?

I can’t remember a time when I didn’t love to be creative and do art projects. Art class was always my favorite thing about school, and I would make things at home all the time. It was really in high school that I started figuring out that this was a real thing that I could do with my life. I learned a lot about digital art in high school, and had some great teachers that helped me along, so I decided to go to college for an Art Education degree. At the time I was working in a fabric store so I was teaching myself to sew and cross stitch, and in school I learned about oil paints and charcoal. I got to try every medium and it was fantastic! The chips fell as they do, and I got into baking and cake decorating. So, instead of teaching, now I bake and do art on the side!

Do you have any kind of special or unique signature, symbol, or feature you include in your work that you’d be willing to reveal?

I sign everything with my initials, but it’s not very special haha! If I sew anything for someone though, I attach a little tag that I made that says “Handcrafted”. I hand carved the stamp used to make these tags on an eraser, so I guess that’s kind of cool! Other than that I think it’s just my personal drawing style that is pretty unique. I tend to over exaggerate certain features (legs for example) and simplify others (feet).

What advice would you give young aspiring artists?

Do not stop. If someone tells you that you can’t do something, you look them in the eye and you do the thing and you keep doing it until they close their mouth. It might take a while, but if it makes you happy, just keep going. Art is what you make of it. There are no rules!


Where on the spectrum do you identify?

I’m a sex repulsed asexual panromantic!

Have you encountered any kind of ace prejudice or ignorance in your field?  If so, how do you handle it?

I haven’t had a lot directed specifically at me (except somebody once didn’t like my ace playlists and called me homophobic for making them, which baffled me), but the first year I went to the pride parade in my area only ONE booth sold ace flags and they were those tiny ones on sticks. When I went to pride this year, I was hoping maybe asexuality had gotten a little more out there, but again only ONE booth sold the full size flags and the people at the booth had very little knowledge on the subject (didn’t know which flag I wanted until I pointed directly at it, didn’t know if they had any more ace merch, etc). Mostly I just ignore it or roll with it. If there is an opportunity, I will attempt to educate people on the matter, but most people spouting ignorance don’t want to learn, so I’ve found there’s not much point in trying.

What’s the most common misconception about asexuality that you’ve encountered?

That ALL ace people HATE sex/anything to do with sex/are innocent pure beings who don’t know anything about sex! It makes me laugh because I know so many ace people who are very sex positive, a lot are very kinky in their own ways, and are in no way ‘innocent and pure’. People assume you’re an emotionless robot (especially if you’re aro ace, I’m so sorry to those guys) and it just astounds me.

What advice would you give to any asexual individuals out there who might be struggling with their orientation?

It’s alright to take your time learning about your sexuality, and do lots of research, read a lot of info! I thought I was straight until about the first year of college (19 years old or so), and from there I was maybe bi, but something just didn’t feel right about that. It was only once I started seeing a lot of info about the ace spectrum on Tumblr that I was like “Hold on… this sounds like me!” I identified as demisexual for a while, but did some more research, did some soul searching, and decided to go with full asexual. But just know that this could change too! Sexuality is fluid. Just go with the flow, meet people, make friends, maybe fall in love? Who knows!

Finally, where can people find out more about your work?

You can find me basically anywhere on the internet by the same username: ranebowstitches
I’m most active on Tumblr, AO3, Instagram, and 8tracks.

Pop by and say hi! I love to chat!

Thank you, Britani, for participating in this interview and this project. It’s very much appreciated.

The A-Mei-Zing Outback Adventure Chapter 19

Zǎoshang hǎo! Good morning, Roadhog,” Mei greeted the enormous man cheerfully, tossing her already-packed bag into the pile in the hallway.

Roadhog lifted one hand in response before a little movement of his masked head indicated he was looking past her, at the lanky figure rising up behind her.

“Hehehe, yeah, we had a good morning, all roight,” Junkrat said, leering his toothy grin as he reached out to goose her bottom. “Real good.”

Mei’s face reddened on cue, and he grinned all the harder when he saw the tips of her ears change color. She turned and smacked the back of his hand with a scowl. “Stop that,” she said, “I know what you’re doing, trying to embarrass me. Huài dàn.”

After spending more time with the junkers, Mei could read Roadhog a little better now. Not on the level of Junkrat, of course, who could carry on hours worth of one-sided  conversations with little more than an occasional grunt or wrinkle of the forehead as responses; but now she could spot subtle little movements of his facial muscles, little tics and tells that spoke of the man behind the mask…And right now, he was rolling his eyes at them both.

“Sorry!” she called after him, as he grumbled under his breath and ambled off back into the kitchen. She shot Junkrat a little dirty look as she adjusted her glasses, but he looked all the more gleeful for it, especially when she lifted a finger and shook it at him sternly. “Are we going to have to talk about this? Don’t make Mr. Roadhog uncomfortable.”

“Lovey, I think if we’re talking levels of ‘uncomfortable’ what Roadie and me’s had to deal with, hearing us going at it is pretty damn low on the charts.”

“Well maybe if you weren’t so loud…”

Junkrat entwined his arms around her once more, his voice going high-pitched and wavering in an incredibly poor falsetto version of Mei’s accent. “My name’s Mei, I don’t want nobody to know I’m a moaner, not even when I’m getting it good, don’t want anybody to hear me going ‘ooooooh! Oooh Junkrat! Oooooh yeees, mmmmhh’!”

“Oh my gosh! Stop!” she sputtered, shoving at his chest before trying to cover his mouth with both hands, as if to stifle his lewd noises by force.

“Ooooohhhh Junkrat! Oooh, I’m gonna-OW!” he cried a little louder, interrupted suddenly as there was a cracking noise and he was suddenly bulled to the side when Snowball appeared from nowhere and slammed into his shoulder again, smacking its antenna across his head once more. “Ow! Son of a bitch bot, I know where you sleep!”

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kidding around, pt 3

last time

this is just outrageously out of control. but i am having a blast so *throws up hands*

happy continuing birthday kahn-on-tumblr xD

warnings: implied past child abuse

“Tony. Tony come on, this is a terrible idea,” Rhodey says a little later.

Ignoring him, Tony says, “Okay, who can tell me what a robot is? Steve, I think you know a little something about this, huh?”

“A robot’s a big metal man!”

“Metal is common, yes; man, not always, although we do tend to love making them in our image.”

“It is a creation to do things for us,” Thor says and Tony points at him.

“Hey, that’s good Thor, nice,” Rhodey says and Thor beams.

“Transformers are robots,” Sam says, leaning back out of Tony’s grip so he can look back at Rhodey. Tony catches him before he slides over his arm and onto his head with a hand around his waist.

Rhodey grins at Sam. “That’s right, too.”

“Now, see, I make robots,” Tony says and keys in his access code to the workshop.

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Rocket Angel Week - Day 3: Broken Wings

“Angie! Angie, Angie!”

Lena’s frantic calls could be heard through her office door. Angela sprang up from her chair, hand already halfway to the case containing her staff, when the Londoner burst into the room.

“What’s wrong?” she asked, noting the lack of desperation in Lena’s anxiety. She was panting a little, only the faintest flush sat on her cheeks. Angela dropped her hand from the case; she had a feeling she would not need the staff.

“We need medical attention!” Lena jabbed her fingers towards the door, which Fareeha just jogged through. The Egyptian wore a look of urgency as well, though distinctly calmer than the younger woman’s. Angela’s gaze fell to her cupped hands, where a small bird lay chirping pitifully.

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A Break in Routine Part 2

Kylo Ren x Reader

A/N: Sorry I didn’t have this up a bit earlier. I had two games today and one of them ended with a trip to the nurse.

Part 1 is here

You didn’t hear him come in. Well, to be fair, you were buried in schematics for a seismic transmitter that could relay information on living, or deceased, Stormtroopers while in the field, so you would never hear anyone walk in anyways.

A small knock had you jumping out from under the papers, sending the sheets flying every which way. You nearly shouted when you bumped your toe on a spare calcinator, low curses spurting from your mouth.

You froze comically when you looked up, your eyes meeting the very dark, very mysterious outline of Kylo Ren.

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Whew, wrote another thing!

This was based off a prompt faerieswing gave me, “Snake is having trouble sleeping—Otacon helps him out. (Your choice whether it’s with “boring” anime, a “would you rather?” game, or any other method, sexy or otherwise.)

I kinda wanted to make it sexy, but no, things decided to get dumb and fluffy. Consider an AU where the timeline makes sense for what I wrote and for when the animes I referenced were actually airing.

So, uh, yeah…


Otasune; Rated: PG

Warnings for: N/A

Snake had to admit that having the company was refreshing.

Even if that company frequently went on incomprehensible, lengthy monologues about Cowboy Bebop, or rootkits.

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Pink Nails - A Meihem Oneshot

reaper-botherer had the ameizing idea of mei and junkrat painting each others nails so i wrote a little something about it (ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*:・゚✧

„Whatcha doing, Mei?“

Jamison hollered and kicked the door to her cozy little room shut, the frames on her walls clinking slightly. He was a loud man, Mei knew and liked that about him. Most of the time. She liked the way he was never shy of words and would tell her that her hair looked nice or nonchalantly commented on how the tight yoga pants she wore sometimes accentuated her curves. Mei wasn’t the young insecure girl that tried to hide her body anymore, instead she was confident in her looks. It wasn’t even because of how her slightly insane boyfriend couldn’t keep his hands off of her. She had grown tired of disliking herself and with that she stopped keeping herself hidden.

But yes, she knew that twenty-year old Mei would have gotten quite an ego boost out of Jamie’s lingering glances on her bust.

However, his loud rushing into the room was pretty inconvenient now. She flinched hard, her concentration ripped like a piece of paper and with that there was a huge pink blotch of nailpolish on her foot. She sighed loudly and looked up. Jamison didn’t move, he just stared at her, aware of the fact that he had disturbed her. „Sorry.“, he murmured but couldn’t stop the corners of his mouth from twitching. Mei raised an eyebrow. „Looks nice, luv.“, with these words he walked over to the bed, sat down. The sound of his peg leg thumping down on the floor was familiar and Mei liked the steady rhythm he moved in. He gripped her foot and pulled her a little toward him. She was always surprised by how easily he moved and picked her up to his liking. His lanky looks were quite deceiving, Jamison was way stronger than he looked even though he rarely used his strength. Thinking about it, Mei realised that she had never seen him get into an actual fistfight. Roadhog took care of these things while the blond mechanic used his bombs and inventions for protection and, well, destruction.

She was deep enough in thought, studying his messy hair and the stains of the machine oil on his cheekbone to not notice that he had taken the nailpolish remover and a cottonpad and now proceeded to wipe the polish of her foot. „Wh-what are you doing?“, she asked, obviously confused. „Paintin’ yer nails.“, he sounded amused. She furrowed her brows. „I don’t think-“

Jamison cut her off by holding his flesh hand in front of her face. His fingers were soot covered and the black nailpolish which was applied in a sloppy manner already chipped. „I can paint nails, see?“, he said confidently and smirked like a little boy. Mei’s heart melted a little at the sight of his little fangs and then sighed. „Okay.“, she gave in and leaned her back against the wooden headboard, which was beautifully carved and watched him inspect the bottle of pink polish. „Never seen this colour on ya ’fore.“, he said.

„It’s new.“

Another smile, but this one had a roguish edge to it. His golden eyes were glinting with mischief. „Did’cha buy it for me?“

Instantly her cheeks turned red. By this time she had gotten used to his constant teasing but Mei was embarrassed by the fact that Jamison was right. He had looked right through her as if she were an open book. Mei had indeed bought the polish just a few days ago and it fit the blouse that he liked on her perfectly. „No.“, Mei persisted stiffly.

„You sure?“ By now he was already painting her toenails and she was thankful for the fact that he didn’t see how red her face was. She nervously pushed her glasses up her nose and sighed. „Yes.“

It was silent for a few moments. Well, silent except for Junkrat, who was quietly humming an unknown tune. „I could paint your nails too.“, she suggested. „I’m really good at hand massages too.“

She wasn’t. Mei had never massaged anyones hand but she liked touching him. Unfortunately, she was quite shy when it came to initiating physical contact and mostly waited for Jamie to take the first step. However, there were some times where she had spent a whole night fixing her little robot, Xuě qiú, and was on a caffeine high afterwards. These were also the times where she literally ravaged him with her kisses and needy hugs. Jamison quite liked these days.

„Sure.“, he grinned at her, but after a second a distressed expression appeared on his soot covered face. „What is it?“, Mei asked and leant over to her bed stand and grabbed one of the wet wipes she kept in the drawer to clean his face with. „What is it?“, Mei asked with a furrowed brow and held his chin gently, proceeding to wipe oil and grime off his cheeks. He had stopped painting her toenails and seemed to be lost in another world. It wasn’t rare for Jamison to leave the present and return to something he had never really left behind but it worried Mei everytime. With a clearing of his throat, Jamison blinked and sighed quietly. She raised both her brows while wiping the stain on the tip of his masculine nose away, waiting patiently for him to talk to her. „I’ve got only one hand ya can paint.“, he said. I should have added fingernails to the prosthetic, Jamison thought to himself. Mei put the wipe away and sighed. She didn’t like when he got this upset, it was as if the vibrant man was stripped of all his energy. „I can be your other hand.“, she offered timidly. Junkrat seemed to think about it for a moment before he shook his head with a serious expression. „Nah.“, he said. „You can’t be me other hand.“

Mei swallowed hardly and took the bottle of nailpolish. She felt hurt but didn’t intend to show him just how much. „O-okay.“, she stammered. He laughed and grabbed her wrist, pulling it up to his lips. He pressed gentle kisses on her knuckles.

„You can’t be me other hand, cause yer already me other half, snowflake.“

Mei blinked up at him. Jamie loved the way the corners of her mouth slowly curled up into a happy smile and her warm brown eyes began to sparkle. He pressed a kiss to her hair and then took the nailpolish out of her hand. „Now, lemme get this finished. Ya know that I don’t do things by half-measures, baby.“

Two hours later everyone in the common room was gazing at Mei’s and Junkrat’s nails which were painted in the same pink color. „Looks nice, roight?“, Jamie said confidently and waggled his hand in front of Roadhog’s face. The massive man gave an approving grunt and proceeded to drink his tea from a cup that was way too tiny for his large hand.

„Let’s do this again sometime, Mei.“, with these words the blond master of explosive pulled his girlfriend toward him. He gripped her hips tenderly and smiled down to her, his golden eyes glinting. Mei couldn’t help but return the gesture.

„I think french nails would look nice on you, Jamie.“, Hana commented from the sofa she sat on.

metalandfood  asked:

Loved the shovel talk fic, you should do a follow-up one. K2 and Galen teaming up to cock-block Jyn and Cassian's attempts of starting a relationship. Naturally, everyone is having a laugh at the poor couple's expense.

(A wonderful idea!)

She had been shivering in the council room when Cassian shrugged off his fur lined coat, and wrapped it around her securely. She wanted to protest, she had tried to protest, but it had been warmed by his body and it smelled that comforting and familiar smell of dirt and blaster oil. She found all she could do was look away to hide the heat that was harboring in her face, and murmur a barely audible “thank you.”

Cassian said nothing, but she knew he was smiling that weary, yet somewhat amused, half smile that she seemed to evoke on daily basis.


Of all the places to relocate to.

A cold, barren, wasteland.

“The perfect hiding place.” Cassian had told her as they boarded their ships to leave Yavin for the last time.

She hoped there wasn’t much to talk about this council session, as she slipped her arms through the sleeves of Cassian’s offering, not about to let the warmth still in them go to waste.  

“You always underdress.” Cassian spoke, his voice somewhat smug.

“Well, it’s good thing that you’re around to look after me, then.” she replied sarcastically, though she meant it sincerely, shooting him a coy smile, which he returned.  However, it faltered when he caught sight of someone on the other side of the circled gathering. Jyn, eyes narrowing, followed his gaze to see her father beside the general, his arms crossed, as usual, staring down Cassian with controlled contempt.

“You know,” Cassian murmured to her humorously. “I’m getting the feeling that he doesn’t approve of me.”

Jyn snorted, rebelliously pulling the coat around her more securely, annoyed her father would be upset with such an innocent gesture.  

“Though, I did almost kill him.” Cassian digressed to himself. “I guess I just thought the saving his life instead would have made up for it.”

“It doesn’t have anything to do with that.” she told him pointedly, wishing it was just that simple. “The last time he saw me, I was five-years-old… I just think seeing me close to someone sits with him the wrong way.”

“Understandable.” Cassian offered.

“Irritable.” Jyn corrected. “I’ve been on my own for years, facing injury, starvation, prison and war, yet he is mostly upset about you.”

Cassian frowned. Sure, he was as self-loathing as the next dedicated rebel, but was he really worse than all that?  

“Maybe you should… give it back to me.” he suggested motioning toward his coat, after having endured a full minute under the scientist’s scathing stare. Better her cold, then him dead by mysterious means. Right?

“No.” Jyn replied haughtily, hugging his coat to her even more tightly. He was foolish to think that he would ever be getting it back at all.

“Well, you have to give it back to me sometime,” Cassian told her out in the passage ways, after the meeting was dismissed. “We’re living on a planet of ice, I’ll need it eventually.”

“But… then I’ll be cold.” she told him, feigning innocence.

“I believe you have been provided with your own coat.” he pointed out factually.

“It’s not as nice as this one.” she argued. “Just let me keep it forever instead.”

“That’s not much of a compromise.” he chuckled in bewilderment.

“Then come up with a better one.” she prodded with a grin, her teeth biting lightly at her lower lip.

“Alright.” he relented slyly, seizing her by the waist and pressing her up against the icy wall, having quite a few ideas of how to keep her warm without his coat on.  He leaned in, intent on her lips, when the sound of rotating machinery and a proper, cyber voice called out through the passage.


They froze in surprise and irritation, reluctantly pulling away as a former imperial droid approached.

“Yes, K?” the captain hissed between his teeth, looking up at his bucket of bolts on stilts, fully aware of Jyn’s frustrated gaze and full pout directed toward him.

“Are you angry with me?” K2-SO questioned, perplexed. “Why, I was only trying to tell you that Captain Solo wished to have a word with you. He said it was urgent. I was only trying to be helpful.”

“Right.” Cassian exhaled heavily through his nose, letting his hands fall away from Jyn, before giving her an apologetic look. “I won’t be long.”

She forced a tight smile and nodded as he made his way back up from whence they came.  How strange that the Corellian wanted to speak with Cassian now, if they both had been present at the same meeting. She didn’t even remember seeing him there. 

She shot a dirty look at the robot who was still there, looking down at her with his expressionless metal head.  

He looked her up and down, analyzing her.

“I don’t believe that is your jacket.” he informed her pointedly.

Her eyes squinted at him warningly, before she turned on her heels and marched in the other direction, only to notice that Bohdi was around the corner.  He was undoubtedly aware of what had just transpired, since he was currently state of trying to withhold a laugh.

“Something amusing, Bohdi?” she asked him daringly, more than ready to deck someone in the face, and he would hurt her fist far less than K2 would.

“No, no, course not.” he replied sarcastically, continuing on his way, before omitting a pitchy giggle.

Re-entering the council chambers, Cassian looked for Captain Solo, only to find Chirrut and Baze in the middle of another debate about the Force’s existence.

“Ah, Captain.” the blind man greeted, staring in his general direction. “We thought you had already left.”

“So did I.” he replied irritably, used to Chirrut somehow identifying him when he simply walked through a door. “Have you seen Captain Solo?”

“Captain Solo?” Baze asked.

“Yes, I was told he wanted to speak with me.”

“Hasn’t he been on a mission with Commander Skywalker since yesterday?” Chirrut asked. “I didn’t think he was at this meeting at all.”

Cassian closed his eyes in irritation. “K… Why did he do that?”

The two guardians somehow, despite one being blind, exchanged amused glances with each other.

“We can think of a few things.” Baze informed him. “Or one thing in particular.”

They then both chuckled at the irritated look on Cassian’s face as he stormed out of the room.  

“That droid of yours is on my last nerve.” Jyn informed Cassian as he let himself into her quarters, informing her of his misadventure with K2’s false message. 

He brushed his lips against her temple as she looked over her mission reports from their last scouting assignment. “I want to deactivate him.”

She heard him chuckle at that as he made his way across the room and fall upon her cot tiredly, kicking off his boots.

“Would you be horribly put out if I did?” she asked, tucking a stray hair behind her ear, eyes still focused on her work. “I’d make it quick, painless for him.”  

“…I did put a lot of work into reprogramming him.” he pointed out.  

She turned around in her chair, watching him as he made himself comfortable, quite aware that they were, at last, alone… and that her door was securely locked from the outside. “I’d get you another one.” she offered, slowly rising from her seat. “One of those fancy astro droids.”

He stared at the ceiling, his lips pursing together as he hummed thoughtfully. “Astro droid?”

“Yes, all the good pilots have one.” she went on, crossing the room, climbing up on the bed, kneeling beside him. “They’re practical,” she placed a hand on the other side of him. “Small,” she leaned in. “And, best of all, they don’t talk.”  

Cassian smiled as her nose brushed over his, before taking hold of the back of her neck and kissing her deeply, just as he intended to in the north passage, his arms winding around her securely. “They’re still really chirpy, though” he added, in between kisses. “All bells and whistles.”

“A much lesser evil over all.” She smiled mischievously. “Better than K turning up any moment we’re alone.”

“He’s not here now.” Cassian pointed out, his hands tightening around her before he spontaneously flipped their positions.

“No.” she breathed, smile widening. “He’s not.”

Feeling liberated with such news, she grabbed at his collar, and he kissed her again. Her fingers trailing into his dark, somehow soft, hair, feeling a sense of relief from all the pent up frustration.  It was all excited bliss until a knock came to her door, making Cassian pull away and look over his shoulder.

“Leave it!” Jyn whispered harshly, not about to let this happen twice in one day. Whoever it was, they’d take the hint and leave. Cassian was about to do as she said, when  the knock came again, even more loudly.

“Jyn, are you in there?” Galen Erso called, dousing the heated atmosphere with an icy-cold bucket of water. They’re eyes widened at each other, and Cassian practically flew off the bed. 

“Jyn!?” her father called more insistently, making both of them panic in silence. 

“Uh, yes!” she called out, cursing under her breath. “Just a moment!”

She motioned for Cassian to hide somewhere, while he raised his arms questioningly in reply, looking around the horribly tight spaced room.  “You’re a damn spy!” she mouthed in frustration. Seething silently, she pulled him to the ground, and helped him scramble under her cot, using her duffle and weapons bag to conceal him. Horrible hiding place, but at least he was out of the general line of sight. Taking a deep breath and kicking his boots out of sight, she fixed her hair and slid open the door.

“Father!” she greeted with a smile, her voice cracking a little. “Pleasant surprise.”

“Jyn.” he replied, giving her a once over. “Am I interrupting something?”

“No.” she replied, regaining her inner calm. “Just finishing up some reports.”

“Then you won’t mind if I come in for a moment.”

So much for inner calm.

“Uh, I…” she shook her head. “Rather you wouldn’t… it’s ahhh messy in here.” Despite the soundlessness of it, she heard Cassian’s face hit his palm at that. “Let’s talk out here.” she motioned to the hall where various rebels were darting back and forth.  Galen raised a brow. “It’s freezing out here, and I’d prefer if we talked in private.”

“Alright, but it’ll have to be quick.” she told him, thinking that if she acted natural he’d be in and out, no further issues. “I have a lot of work to do.”

She stood aside and let him in, praying to the Force, or whatever the hell was beyond the great beyond, that he would not sit on her cot.

“Jyn, I want to speak to you about Captain Andor.”

“Cassian?” Calm, Jyn. Keep it calm. She told herself. “What about him?”

“I think it’s plain to see that you two have grown much closer since Yavin.”

“If we had,” she added pointedly. “That would be completely between us, like we previously discussed.”

“Of course,” he replied. “I am just concerned for you, both of you, in fact.”

“Oh?” she crossed her arms almost humorously mirroring. “Pray, tell.”

“We’re all living in a dangerous and hostile world right now, as you can see… and intimate relationships often make one lose focus of themselves and what’s going on around them.”

Did he just say what she thought he… Jyn felt the back of her neck grow hot, and her ears begin screaming, begging him not to continue. “Father…”

“I mean you wouldn’t want to fall pregnant and bring a child into this world would you?” he asked her, and her mouth fall open wordlessly. “You will want to wait of course until you are both settled after the conflict whenever it may be… Right?”

She stared at him speechlessly. She might as well be a droid because she was sure she was malfunctioning. 

“Right, Jyn?”

“…Right.” she nodded quickly. “Right, you are completely right… if that were the case… which I… okay!” she took him by the arm and led, or rather pushed, him out of her room. “Good talk, thank you for that, I will take it all into consideration.”


She shut the door quickly. “Good night, father!” she called, collapsing at her desk, too mortified for words.

A few minutes after his departure, Cassian cautiously began to emerge from his hiding place.  Though, it was safe to say that he returned to his chamber that night.

Galen Erso made his way through the icy passages, full of pipes and exhaust a smug look on his face.  From the other direction, the form of K2-SO appeared.  The two passed each other with a mutual respect and a sense of a job well done for the day.

“K2-SO.” Galen nodded.

“Galen.” the droid replied.


(v.) pretending reluctance or indifference when you are actually willing or eager; saying no and meaning yes

Everyone knows that Kurapika and Leorio are dating, well… everyone except Kurapika and Leorio, that is.

It started with Killua.

Kurapika had been looking over various documents and news clippings in an attempt to find any possible leads on the Scarlet Eyes and was so immersed in the task that he almost didn’t hear the near-inaudible sound of Killua’s approaching footsteps. The boy truly was an incredible individual. That prowess never ceased to amaze him. If it wasn’t in Kurapika’s nature to stay on alert, he had no doubt that Killua could’ve easily snuck up on him.

“Is there something you need, Killua?” He asked softly, his eyes lifting momentarily to look at the boy before turning back to his papers. His brows were furrowed in concentration as he tried to piece together various strings of information. He felt Killua stiffen before coming closer, his hand brushing Kurapika’s sleeve before he gripped it firmly.

“Tell him he’s not being fair.”

The sound of Killua’s pouting caught Kurapika’s attention and sure enough, when he looked up at him the boy had his bottom lip stuck out, eyes lowered, and blush painting palid cheeks with a rosy hue. The blond frowned and turned his body just enough to bring him closer. “Tell who? Gon? Did something happen?” He hadn’t heard anything breaking or any noise at all for that matter…

Killua looked up at the mention of his friend’s name and shook his head quickly. “No! Not Gon!” He paused before releasing a huff. “I was playing outside with Gon and it was my turn to kick the ball and I kicked it too hard and hit the geezer’s face. Now he says I can’t have any choco-balls or choco-robots when we go to town tomorrow!” The boy’s cheeks were flushed as he spoke quickly, tugging on Kurapika’s arm for emphasis when the blond didn’t respond.

He was confused. Clearly. How hard do you have to kick the ball and at what angle in order to hit the face of someone as tall (6’4” to be exact), but maybe the part that he found most peculiar was why Killua thought he could do anything about it. “Killua, I’m not exactly sure what you want me to do. I wasn’t out there to see it happen and if he’s mad, I can’t exactly fix that.” His shoulders slumped a bit and Kurapika faltered for a moment before raising his hand.

“I have an idea. Come with me.”

Kurapika didn’t wait for answer, already standing up and motioning for Killua to follow. They walked outside to the open door where Leorio was half-heartedly kicking a ball back to Gon. He fought back a laugh when he saw the growing bump on the man’s cheek. “Go apologize. I’m sure he’ll forgive you then.” He offered quietly and gave him a gentle nudge.

Killua stumbled forward before running over to the two. He was saying something that Kurapika couldn’t make out but he felt Leorio’s eyes turn to him and he gave a weak wave. Perhaps it wasn’t the most original idea, but he knew from experience that Leorio would appreciate the straightforward approach. The blond lingered by the door for a few minutes and as he turned around to go back into the study, Killua ran back to him.

“He said he forgives me!” The smile on the pale boy’s face made the blonde smile fondly and he patted his shoulder with a laugh.

“See? I told you it would be okay. It’s a good thing everything worked out.” He replied before tilting his head curiously. Kurapika leaned over to whisper into Killua’s ear, his eyes on Leorio’s form.

“Why did you come to me for help? Gon would have probably told you the same thing I did.” A part of him was curious, yes, partly because the boy came directly to him and partly because his idea actually worked.

Killua moved back to look into his eyes and gave him the most confused expression, his eyes narrowed in suspicion. “Aren’t you two dating? I figured you knew him best and I was right, wasn’t I?”


What a pleasant surprise.

He wasn’t aware they were in a relationship.

Then came Gon.

Gon had asked for Kurapika to help him make dinner since Killua didn’t feel like it. The blond wasn’t entirely sure why he was automatically elected, but seeing as Leorio was hunched over a medical book and he had already finished his work for the day, he had no choice but to say yes. However, when he entered the kitchen, Gon seemed to have the majority of the situation under control. He would occasionally ask Kurapika to do something (“Can you cut up the onions?”,
“Pour the oil in slowly!”, “Make sure the bottom doesn’t burn, keep stirring.”), but he felt like it was just to humor him rather than actually help.

As Kurapika leaned over to stir the hot pot once more, he caught Gon staring at him with eyes wide and curious. There was something about his behavior that didn’t quite add up, but he wasn’t about to point out something so trivial.

Yet, suddenly, Gon was making him go out in and out of the living room to ask Leorio questions.

“Can you ask him if he likes a specific meat in the pot? I think we still have some steak and chicken. Maybe eggs…” Gon began to trail off as he opened the small fridge and began to rummage around for whatever proteins he could find. Kurapika did as he was asked and tried not to look away when Leorio lifted his gaze and held him there for a few seconds.


“Understood. I’m sorry for disturbing your studies.” He turned swiftly on his heels, barely catching the smile on the student’s lips before he turned his attention back to the diagrams on the page. Kurapika entered the kitchen and smiled as Gon ran back and forth between the counter and the fridge. “Leorio would like steak. I’m alright with whatever you want to put in.” He said softly, returning to stir the soup.

After a few minutes of relative silence, Gon turned to Kurapika once more. “What kind of vegetables does Leorio like?” The blond stared him with a frown and shrugged. Leorio was a an adult. If he didn’t wish to eat something, he could just push it to the side or kindly reject the offering. But before he could protest, Gon had already shoved him out of the kitchen.

This time, Leorio was writing something down in one of his journals and Kurapika was already starting to feel guilty for bothering him twice in such a short period of time. He faltered for a moment before clearing his throat.

“Gon would like to know which vegetables you prefer.” He cursed himself for the shakiness in his voice and willed himself to look up when Leorio let out a deep sigh.

“Onions, carrots, and leeks, I guess. I really don’t mind what you put in it. Just make sure it’s not salty.” He said with a slow yawn, his eyes never leaving Kurapika. The blond kept his gaze steady and bowed his head once more.

“Right, sorry for the intrusion. Dinner should be ready soon.” This time, Leorio stood up from his desk and closed the distance between them, an easy smile on his lips as he pushed a stray piece of hair out of the younger boy’s face. Kurapika could feel the heat start to rise to his cheeks and he did his best to mutter a soft “thank you” before he went back to the kitchen.

“Gon. Onions, carrots, and leeks. He said anything else is okay too.” Yet the boy wasn’t paying him much mind since Killua had stumbled back into the kitchen to help out after all. They were throwing leeks at each other and Kurapika only grimaced before crossing his arms over his chest. “Gon! Are you listening? Why did you send me out there if you already put the things into the soup?”

The answer he got in return was not one he expected. Killua only gave him a knowing smirk in return.

“Because he’s your boyfriend, right? I thought you would want to talk to him and see what food he likes. Now you know!”

Leorio had eaten more than his fair share of the hot pot that night, delighted in the fact that it was the perfect balance of meat to vegetables and not salty in the least. He wanted to thank his younger for making it to his liking, but Kurapika kept avoiding his gaze every time he so much as turned his head towards him.

It was his turn to do the dishes and Killua determined that since Kurapika didn’t really help with the preparation, he was on drying duty. He tried his best to resist the urge to glare, especially when Killua had such a devilish grin on his face, but he merely nodded and began to pick up the plates. “Fine, but it’s definitely your turn tomorrow, Killua.”

Kurapika had the dishes stacked effortlessly and walked past Leorio to place them in the sink for him. “There you are. Just hand them to me as you go.” He murmured, almost dropping a cup when a pair of arms cornered him against the sink.


The boy shivered as the other breathed into his ear and tried his best to relax his rigid composure before nodding. “Y-Yes…?”

“You’ve been avoiding me all night. Why?” In all fairness, it was a simple and valid question. After hearing the same thing from both Gon and Killua—and just hours apart, at that!—he was more than a little put off. What about them made the boys think that Leorio was more than a friend? Situations like this probably.

“What makes you say that? I don’t have any reason to avoid you, Leorio.” Kurapika answered as cooly as possible, trying not to focus on how close Leorio was to him… how his soft shirt brushed against his back and definitely not on the arms touching both sides of his waist. He found this task to be a difficult one.

“I don’t think so. You’ve been acting weird all day. Did Gon or Killua say something to you?” He asked as he took a step closer and Kurapika took a deep breath to keep his cool. It was unsettling how someone like Leorio could be so keen on picking things up, or perhaps he was just very attentive.

“Now that you mention it, they did say something fairly amusing today. They thought we were dating! Funny, right?” He forced out a laugh of his own, his hands gripping the towel tightly as he turned the water on to soak the dirty dishes. Something about Leorio’s sudden gasp made him curious though so he peeked over his shoulder to see the other’s expression.

It was one that he was not used to seeing on the student’s face. Or rather, it was one that he did not enjoy. His warm eyes were slightly downcast and the arms that previously had him pinned to the sink flew slowly to his side. When he spoke, the usual timber was gone.

“That is a good laugh, isn’t it?”

The blond frowned at the tone and carefully turned off the water before turning around to face him. It almost sounded like he was… disappointed? “Did you think otherwise?”

Leorio laughed a bit at that and shook his head, his smile returning although it no longer reached his eyes. “Not at all. It’s just a nice thought. I wouldn’t mind dating someone like you.” Exactly like you, rather. No one other than you. He kept that part to himself, hands cautiously returning to the blond’s waist as a flush crept onto his cheeks.

Kurapika stared up at him silently before nodding, his gaze lowered to see Leorio’s hands placed so naturally on his waist. This was something he could get used to. Or rather, it was something he was already used to. The thought of not having the other so near stirred an unpleasant knot in his stomach.

“I… I don’t think I’d mind dating someone like you either.” He finally said, his hands resting on Leorio’s arms so he could make sure the other didn’t run away. If there was anyone he felt comfortable around, it was Leorio. He wasn’t entirely against the idea of at least trying.

“So, is that a yes…?”

“It’s not a flat no. Just… go slow, okay?” Kurapika mumbled quietly, his cheeks darkening in color until he heard the other laugh. Was this amusing to him?! It would be his first time ever being this way with anyone ever, of course he would want to go slow. He didn’t want to miss anything or mess it up. Not if that person was Leorio.

As he mused to himself in his head, he missed the moment that the student had leaned down and only looked up when a pair of slightly chapped lips brushed over his cheek. His hands trailed up to Leorio’s shoulders to keep him there even though it meant he had to lean up and Leorio had to crouch down even more.

“Slow is okay with me.”

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Nalu AU 8

“The process of falling in love”

Summary: After a long, tiring day, the last thing Natsu needed was any more chaos. So, of course, there would be a stunning blonde, laying naked in his bedroom. Perfect, exactly what he needed.

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