i laughed but i'm still not sure if this bit was supposed to be funny

Thor: Ragnarok Movie Clip - Get Help (2017) | Movieclips Coming Soon
Thor: Ragnarok Movie Clip - Get Help (2017): Check out the new clip starring Chris Hemsworth and Tom Hiddleston! Be the first to watch, comment, and share cl...

I’m gonna deconstruct this scene because I’ve been thinking about it ALL DAY and what the hell, I’ve got time. This clip demonstrates what I love most about Taika Waititi’s filmmaking and it shows off Chris and Tom’s chemistry in the fiercest way. It’s hilarious, sweet, bittersweet, surprising, and poignant.

1) “Loki, I thought the world of you.” 

Even though there was an instinctive part of me that screamed, “OK, WELL, YOUR ACTIONS TOLD A DIFFERENT STORY, THOR” due to residual bitterness over what a dickbag Thor was in the first film, I’m 1,000% here for this line. I’m proud of how much Thor has matured, thrilled that these two are actually talking to each other, and happy that Loki’s hearing something he’s probably always wanted/needed to hear even though it’s bittersweet because Thor’s using the past tense.

Tom’s reaction here is SO GOOD. Just the tiniest shift in his eyebrows to indicate that Thor has Loki’s attention and he’s fucking locked in and hanging on to every word.

2) “I thought we were gonna fight side by side forever, but at the end of the day you’re you and I’m me.”

I know there was a minor (?) uproar over Chris’ comments that Thor will be “indifferent” to Loki in Ragnarok, but this scene seems to suggest a kind of acceptance rather than indifference. Maybe for the first time, Thor truly seems to have accepted that he and Loki are fundamentally different beings–and by extension, he’s accepting Loki’s nature. Yes, part of that acceptance means letting go and moving on (note: I did not say giving up) and that’s sad, but realistic I think. How many fakeout deaths and stabbings can a person be expected to withstand? “You’re you” is a significant break in pattern for Thor and Loki appears genuinely taken aback by it.

“You’re you” is a huge deal because to me, the brothers’ central conflict has always boiled down to the fact that Loki isn’t Thor (thanks, Odin, for exacerbating this tension). For Loki, that fact is a source of self-loathing and resentment, something that he can act out against and, as Tom has often said, define himself in opposition to.

By the same token I think it’s become clearer that what Loki thinks of Thor matters to Thor. For an older sibling, having a younger sibling who looks up to you and wants to be like you is perhaps one of the biggest indicators that you’re a good–dare I say worthy–person. Ever since Loki let go of Gungnir Thor has struggled to make sense of Loki’s rejection, to define himself without the security of having his brother by his side. With that in mind I’ve always seen Thor’s past attempts to bring Loki back to the “good” side as heartfelt and genuine, but also somewhat ego-driven and shortsighted because it came at the expense of Loki’s autonomy and self-identification.

Cut to now. By acknowledging that he and Loki are each their own person, Thor’s relieving Loki of the pressure and expectation to be anyone other than himself. In a way that’s a gift, but it’s also terribly sad because it’s accompanied by loss for both of them. Which brings me to:

3) “I dunno, maybe there’s still good in you but let’s be honest: our paths diverged a long time ago.”

It’s in this moment that Loki really seems to realize where this conversation is headed. And he doesn’t like it.

We know Loki lives to test Thor. It’s his (super dysfunctional and unhealthy) way of making sure Thor still cares about him. In The Dark World, Loki tests Thor’s assertions that he doesn’t trust him and has lost hope for him by … getting himself impaled. Yeah, “dying” was also his “get out of jail free, usurp the throne” card, but it’s not insignificant that he calls Thor’s bluff in the process. 

4) “Yeah. It’s probably for the best that we never see each other again.”

Speaking of calling Thor’s bluff, I think Loki–because he’s a smart little fucker–says this in order to get ahead of the conversation. He knows what’s coming, so he pulls the classic “I’ll reject you before you reject me” move. But I don’t think he means it. It’s more likely that he’s trying to balance the scales so he’s not on the utter losing side of this conversation. And honestly? Deep down I doubt he can bear to hear Thor say it and by proactively agreeing with him he’s holding out hope that Thor will pull a “JK!” and change his mind.

5) “That’s what you always wanted.”

OMG THOR HAS GOTTEN SO SMART. I mean, I guess it’s within the realm of possibility that Thor is still really dumb about Loki’s feelings/motivations, but personally it’s more fun and satisfying to think he sees Loki’s test and raises him an even bigger one.

Loki’s face is so sad-funny. His plan backfired, he’s panicking a little, but he’s got to save face and play it cool, and he’s also legit sad because he knows this outcome is the culmination of his past actions and he did his part in paving this road for both of them. And at the end of the day he’s still the younger brother who doesn’t want to appear weak, so he’s doing his best to match Thor’s tone and attitude.

The moment when Loki lifts his chin and gives a little nod is a dead giveaway; never seeing Thor again is the opposite of what he wants, but he’s prepared to accept that it’s too late for anything else. It’s SO far from an apology, but for Loki it’s about the most mature thing we’ve seen him do.

The fact that for once they’re not arguing with each other is what made me tear up. It’s like they both know they should’ve had this conversation years ago, when it could have made all the difference, but at the same time they know that moment has passed. THIS IS FUCKING TRAGIC.

(If I wrote this movie, this would be the moment where they both dissolve into tears, fall on the floor, and cry-hug it out, which is why I write poetry and not screenplays.)

6) “Hey, let’s do Get Help.”

This was the beginning of the death of me, I will never be the same. I laughed so hard. On the surface this whole exchange may seem like just a gag–and it IS funny as hell–but I feel like it’s working on so many levels and reveals something deeper about Thor and Loki’s bond.

First of all, if you’re me, everything that preceded this moment was really uncomfortable and sad and almost unbearable to witness so I don’t think it’s a stretch to assume that Thor and Loki were feeling some of that too.

What I love about this transition is that Thor immediately cuts through the tension, probably to put both of them at ease and bring them back into the more familiar territory of their rapid-fire banter. Loki seems a bit surprised but relieved.

IMO, this brief exchange of dialogue does more to convey Loki and Thor’s bond and establish their history than anything we’ve been shown in the previous films (not counting that deleted scene from the first movie). I thought it was really poignant to see them revert to/rely upon something from their distant past. You can tell this is an argument they’ve had a zillion times before. You can tell from the stunt itself that it’s something they’ve had many opportunities to perfect. 

Even though Loki is reluctant to participate, he does, because he still craves inclusion and acceptance. Even though Thor is no longer quite as overbearing and arrogant as he once was, he regresses into that role so that he can get his younger brother back for just a moment. It’s like they’re consoling themselves without admitting that they want to be consoled. And yeah, on a practical note they also need to find a way off of Sakaar.

In conclusion, they’ve both just conceded that their relationship has reached an impasse with no real way forward, yet in the immediate aftermath of this supposed acceptance they choose to revert to an older dynamic that reflects presumably happier times. They don’t want to quit each other. This is fine. It’s fine. I’m not crying. I love them. The end.

I’m deep in my feels right now and probably projecting a lot (HI, HELLO, I HAVE A TROUBLED YOUNGER BROTHER, I’VE NEVER USED HIM AS A PROJECTILE BUT I UNDERSTAND THE IMPULSE), but even without having seen this scene in the full context of the film, it’s my favorite Thor/Loki moment to date. It’s what I’ve always wanted. It actually brings “We were raised together, we played together, we fought together” to life in a meaningful way, whereas in The Avengers I felt like those were just words.

If you made it this far, thanks for reading!

Like it's Real (2/3) Tom Holland X Reader

Summary: Tom and Y/N are childhood best friends. So when Tom’s publicist told him to fake-date someone, Y/N seems to be the best choice. But will it stay fake, or will true feelings start to blossom?

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Warnings: Some swearings

A/N: Wow guys, thank you for the 100+ followers, you’re all so sweet. If you would like to be tagged in the future parts, you can leave a comment to let me know ❤️

P.S: The italicized sentences are your internal thoughts

Part 1

Tom’s Publicist: Good Morning (Y/N), I’ve dropped off some stuff for you on your front door.

You: Stuff?

Tom’s Publicist: For you to wear to the date. Tom’s picking you up in an hour.

You: Oh sure. Thank you.

You opened your door to find a box. You carried it into your room, placing it on a chair before rummaging through it.

Apparently what the publicist refer as “stuff” includes several dresses, 4 pairs of shoes, bags and purses, and even hair accessories. No wonder the box is a bit heavy.

All the dresses seems to be a little extra for a lunch date in a local café. Well except for the simple pale yellow sundress with floral prints.

Putting it on, the dress fell just right above your knees. It flows beautifully. You put on a nude platform sandals and looked at the mirror.

This should do it

“Y/N?” came Tom’s voice, followed by three knocks.

“Coming!” You yelled back, hurriedly grabbing a purse then stuffing in your phone and money.

Opening the door, you greeted him with a cheerful smile, “Hi”

“Hi (Y/N), you look beautiful.”

“You don’t look so bad yourself” you said, blushing a little from his compliment.

“I was thinking that we could walk to the café?. It’s only a few blocks away. I wouldn’t mind driving if don’t want to though,” He asked.

“Sure Tom. I could use some exercise.“


After a 5 minute walk, you both arrived at the café. The bell jingled as Tom opened the door for you, being the gentleman he is.

“Let’s go sit by the glass window. My publicist said the paparazzi would get better shots of us that way.”

After you both had settled in, the waitress came to take your orders.

“What can I get you?” smiled the waitress.

“I’d like a soufflé and a glass of iced tea please,” you ordered.

“And for me, a hot tea and a quackson would be nice,” Tom added smiling at the waitress.

“Excuse me, what?” the waitress asked giving him a weird look.

You tried muffling your laughs, but when Tom looked at you with his confused face you coudln’t help but roar in laughter.

“Tom! You - you just said quackson instead of croissant!”

Realization dawns on his face. “Oh shit. I meant a croissant. A croissant and hot tea would be nice,” he corrected, grimacing a little.

You’re still howling with laughter as the waitress leave. You’re laughing so hard that tears are escaping your eyes.

“Oh my god Tom. I can’t believe that just happened,” you said still chuckling at his red face.

“I’ve been asked to say quackson so many times now that it kinda stuck,” He explained, still not smiling.

“You have to admit it’s funny though,” You snickered.

He cracked a small smile, “I guess it is a little funny.”

With all the fun you’re having, you almost forgot that this is supposed to be a fake date. Almost, but then your phone vibrates.

Tom's publicist added you into a group chat 

Tom's Publicist:: You're both doing great.

Tom: How did you know that?

Tom's Publicist: I'm three tables away from you 

Both of you looked around the café trying to spot the publicist. Sure enough, he’s sitting in a booth at the corner of the café.

You made eye contact briefly, then he starts tapping on his phone again. You looked back at your phone as it buzzes.

Tom's Publicist: Y/N, put your hand on the table, and Tom put yours on top of hers. This is a great chance.

You could feel the blush creeping up your neck at the thought of this. You lift your head up to see Tom already staring at you, his cheeks tinted with a slight blush.

You placed your hand on the table and Tom looked at you, asking for permission. You nodded, heart racing with anticipation.

As his palm rest on top of your hand, you felt a jolt of electricity run through your body. You have a thousands thoughts rushing through your mind.

Why am I being like this. It’s just Tom, I shouldn’t be feeling any of this. It’s even staged for fuck’s sake.

After a few minutes, the paparazzi left but Tom’s hand is still resting on top of yours. You tried continuing the conversation. But it’s kinda hard with his thumb occassionally sweeping back and forth on the back of your hand.

He’s staring at you with such intensity, you felt like you could melt into a puddle. But then the waitress came back, bringing your orders making both of you break the physical contact.


“Do you still have any room left in your stomach?” Tom asked as you both exited the café.

“What do you have in mind?”

“I saw an ice cream truck on the way here. Thought we could maybe make a quick stop,” he grinned, knowing you wouldn’t turn down free ice cream.


Thanks for the ice cream,“ you thanked him, as he handed you your cone. You start licking on your heavenly treat, sighing in content.

Tom chuckled at your antics, “I’m glad you like it that much.” You can only hum in agreement as you continue to devour your sweet treat.

“Y/N, I’m going to try something. Just go with it okay?”

Narrowing your eyes you questioned, “What exactly?”

“Can I try your ice cream?” “Umm, sure?” You answered, utterly confused. What is he trying to do? You hold out your ice cream for him to try. But instead of licking your ice cream like you thought he would, his soft lips meet yours instead.

Your eyes flew wide open. As you body froze in shock. It’s the most innocent kiss anybody has ever given to you. Even though it only lasted for 3 seconds, it’s enough to leave you feeling lightheaded.

“It worked!” Tom exclaimed all of a sudden. “They’re all taking videos and photos”

You turned around to see a small crowd video-taping you and Tom. Of course it was an act. How stupid of you to think it was real?


Tom held your hand the whole way to your apartment, awaking the butterflies inside your stomach.

“I had a great time today Y/N. Time seems to fly when I’m you,” He smiled at you softly ad you reached your door. “I can’t thank you enough for agreeing to this,”

“Hey, I had fun too. And I should be thanking you for being such a great ‘date’ today,” you assured him, doing the air quotes gesture.

Chuckling Tom said, “Well then I should be going. See you tomorrow!” The he leaned in to place a kiss on your forehead, making you suck in a sharp breath.

“Bye Tom,” you squeaked, waving at him before entering your apartment and closing the door. You closed your eyes as you leaned on the door, heart still racing from his forehead kiss.

Fuck, I have a crush on Tom

@i-dream-of-taxes @harrysbbby @peterparkersayingmrstark @rosaetum @5-seconds-of-sarcasmm @purpleshowers @seargantbcky @sarcasmismyonlyweaponofdefense

The Mpreg Fic- Pastel/Punk

Description: Prompt by @multiphandomtrashcan

Genre: Smut then Fluff

Warnings: Mpreg, Daddy kink, Smut

Word Count: 1239

A/N: Oh dear. This is going to be the smuttiest thing I’ve written in a while. Enjoy, I guess. Also, the prompt asked for Little!Dan but I believe I’ll leave that part out because I’m not quite sure how to write that sort of thing in a mature and safe manner. :) 

Keep reading

anonymous asked:

My mental health has been taking a steady dive the past few months, and there are honestly times I would just like to yell at everything in my head to be quiet. Except it doesn't work. Anyways, Anabasis is really, really cathartic for me and I was wondering if you could post anything from it? I don't care what, since literally everything you write for this 'verse does the trick.

Hey anon, I’m really sorry for the week-long wait, and I hope you’ve been coping okay. Writing Anabasis is pretty cathartic for me, so I’m glad it’s good for other people, too.

I really wanted to finish up this section so I could post it for you - hope you like it! This snippet follows immediately after the last snippet I posted. (So I think this marks the first time I’ve posted two bits that actually connect!) It also makes reference to this snippet.

In which Anakin explains his new tattoo, Padmé learns she was baby Vader’s secret hero, and Orn Free Taa should probably start running.

Warnings for discussion of slavery, references to Anakin’s transmitter explosion, and very oblique references to conditioning and abuse of children.

All of that said, this is actually a pretty happy snippet.

They talked in circles for another two hours, and by the time Padmé saw her guests out, very little had changed. Taa and his cronies remained unmoved, and still planned to bring their bill to a vote, in spite of their demonstrated inability to defend it with anything other than easily debunked talking points. She was still less confident than she’d like to be that they would fail. But at least they now seemed more sullen than smug. And they’d kept glancing nervously at Anakin and then away.

He’d joined their meeting ostensibly as an unofficial representative of the Outer Rim Territories, but he’d referred more often to Imperial policies than to Tatooine. As political tactics went, it was both transparent and stunningly effective.

And Padmé would be lying if she said she hadn’t enjoyed watching it play out.

So she was more than a little surprised when, after the last of her guests had gone, Anakin turned to her with a set jaw and shuttered eyes and snapped, “I’m not going to apologize.”

Keep reading

One Last Time, touken/tousaki fanfic

Summary: One of the many times Haise visits Touka in :re, and his last. Based on Mutsuki’s flashbacks from chapter 114. One-shot.

Rating: K+, fluff | Words: 4,362k | Read on AO3 - If you like it, please reblog! ♥

A/N: I missed writing tousaki so much *cries* I’m happy with the result even if it’s not extremely relevant. This would be what Mutsuki sees in his flashback, that everyone was wondering if he just followed Kaneki or something. This could also be the last time Haise sees Touka? I’m not sure, you can decide that for yourselves. If you liked this weird thing, feedback is always appreciated! <3 enjoy. 


She takes his breath away; just having her near him is enough to make his heart flutter.

“Hi,” she says, smiling softly, greeting him with the most beautiful presence. Her eyes look kindly surprised to see him there.

She’s wearing a pigtail at the back of her head, soft stray strands of hair falling on each side of her face, one lock touching her right eye, stroking her eyelashes. She looks prettier than the last time he saw her, and seeing her with a new hairstyle is surprisingly refreshing.

Don’t say anything about her hair, don’t be an idiot, don’t s—

“Y-Your hair looks cute,” that’s the first thing he says.

Keep reading

anonymous asked:

can you imagine dan calling arin at like 3 am and he's like "I'm really craving eggs and toast right now at this exact moment." And before he even hangs up arin's already in the kitchen getting out the pans--"my restaurant is always open for my favorite person. Come on over." 🌸

Danny couldn’t sleep.

He rolled over, staring at the blank wall to his side. He liked the size of his bed, but right now it felt impossibly big.

And empty.

His fingers twitched, seeking warm skin to touch or soft hair to stroke. His eyes blinked, once, wearily. But he couldn’t sleep.

Danny wasn’t completely sure why. Voices and sounds echoed in his head, little tidbits left from his busy day. He should be exhausted. After all, Brian and he had just finished their NSP tour. He’d just gotten home that afternoon, and had still had plenty to get done before tumbling into bed at midnight.

But now here he was, at three in the fucking morning, and despite his jetlag and exhaustion he couldn’t sleep.

It was as if his body was trying to tell him something. 

Rolling over, he squinted at his phone. He hadn’t checked it since he got back, being too busy. So he flicked on the screen, ignoring the millions of notifications on the lockscreen, preferring to immediately go to his messages.

Danny flicked over a couple names–Brent, his vocal coach, Ross…then his eyes landed on a notification from Arin.

He sat up.

hope you guys had a great trip!!!! text me when you get back to LA. cant wait to have your dick inside me again. love ya

Danny smiled, a giggle slipping out despite himself. That’s Arin for you, he thought fondly. What a dickwaffle.

His fingers slid over the keyboard, replying.

haha dude we made it back. sorry it took awhile, things were fuckin crazy!! love ya too

Adding a heart emoji for good measure, Danny sent the message. He figured Arin was dead asleep and probably wouldn’t see it until morning.

He set his phone down, thinking perhaps he could try to sleep again, but a soft buzz of his phone alerted him to a new message.

He frowned. Surely not…

But sure enough, it was a reply from Arin.

awesome dude. no biggie. I’ll see ya at the grump room on friday if ur up for it

Danny briefly hoped Arin hadn’t been waiting for a text back that whole time, but quickly dismissed it. Arin was often up late; it was more likely he’d just been working and had seen Danny’s text.

His fingers hovered over a simple message back–ok, see ya then–but he hesitated. He hadn’t seen Arin in forever. In fact, Danny had listened to Sequel//itis more than once to fill the ache of missing his best friend.

He wanted to talk to him.

After agonizing for several minutes, Danny told himself to stop being a pussy and he pressed the call button.




Danny’s breath caught at the sound of Arin’s mildly raspy voice. “Arin?”

“Dan?” He heard some shifting; no doubt Arin was trying not to wake Suzy. “What’s up? Everything okay?”

“Yeah,” Danny replied, just beginning to realize how breathless he sounded. “I, uh, just couldn’t sleep.”

“Mm-hmm,” Arin hummed, and Danny heard a door close quietly. “Figured you’d be fuckin’ dead after all that traveling.”

Danny laughed softly. “Me too, man. But I dunno, guess my body just doesn’t wanna sleep yet.”

“So you called for a late night phone sex session?” Arin joked, and Danny could practically see Arin’s mouth twitching in amusement.

Danny laughed again, louder this time. “No, you ass. If you really wanna know, I just missed you.”

A slight pause. Danny waited.

Arin sounded a bit more awake now. “I missed you too, buddy. How was the tour? Sorry I couldn’t finish it.”

Danny started off talking about his favorite venues and hypest crowds and most memorable moments. He talked about his dad and grandma coming to the shows and funny bits with Brian behind the stage and all the shitty hotel food. He talked about the sights he’d seen and the kindness of the fans and how he’d never forget this experience.

Arin was silent the whole time, letting Danny ramble about his adventures for a solid half hour. Now Danny was wide awake.

He paused to catch his breath, and Arin chuckled. “Sounds like you guys had a great time. I’m really proud of you, dude.”

“Thanks, Ar,” Danny replied, feeling his chest glow warm from Arin’s sincere compliment. He let out a breath. “I wish you could’ve been there.”

“Me too, buddy. But shit happens.”


There was a small pause, and Danny found his mind wandering. He felt…better. He felt much more awake and excited than he had since he’d gotten back. He supposed he just hadn’t realized how much he’d missed Arin.

“Dan? You awake?”

“Yes!” Danny snapped back to the present, clutching his phone. “Sorry, Ar, you must be really tired.”

Arin chuckled. “Nah, man. It’s good to hear your voice again. I’m glad you called.”

Danny sat for a moment, biting his lip, wondering if he dared ask.


“Hey, Arin, would you want to…make me some eggs?”

“Eggs?” Arin repeated. “When?”

Danny shifted. “…Now?”

To Arin’s credit, his side was only silent for a beat before he responded warmly. “Of course, buddy. Wanna meet me at the Space’s kitchen in a half hour?”

Danny felt his face grow hot. He hadn’t actually expected Arin to take him seriously. He’d been waiting for a laugh or a “good one,” but Arin had actually agreed.

A goofy smile blossomed on Danny’s face. “Sounds perfect. Maybe we could play some games, too.”

“Wanna get a head start on recording, huh? Look at you go,” Arin teased. “Alright, wise guy. See ya soon.”

“Hey, Arin?”


“Love you.”

“Love you too, ya shithead.”


Late the same morning, around 11 o’clock, Suzy found Arin and Danny curled up on the Grump couch; Danny sprawled across Arin.

Two empty plates sat beside the couch.

They were both fast asleep.

I Got 99 Problems and You’re Number One

… Yes, this is what you’re thinking. Me being super late to start @starcoweek3 


So.. yeah, I’m a bit ashamed it took me this long to finish, like, we are almost over it…

Also, guys I didn’t give up JanTom Week, all the fics have half done but I had a major block with Jantom (probably due to EA just wanted me on the climax chapters and I’m still finishing it) I plan to finish before next jantom week lol

Also,, huge thanks to @mrevaunit42 and @axis2600 for helping to post this anyway, you guys are awesome! *hugs*

Also a special mention to @fullertoons for creating this amazing au! 

I hope you enjoy :D

PS: lots of people identified this as the Starco song because of EA, and I ended up using to write in this too along with this one.

Day 1 | Day 2 | Day 3 | Day 4 | Day 5 | Day 6 | Day 7

I 99 Problems and You’re Number One

Marco sat in the waiting room annoyed. He and Star went to Mewni to come kind of ceremony that she was obligated to comply and for whatever reason, he got into it too. The princess had asked him if he could wait for her to get ready to give an opinion to her dress and how he was supposed to say no when she looked at him with those blue eyes full of hope?!

He had a major problem, not only because he was completely hopeless for those blue eyes sparkling hope, or the cutest heart marks she had, or how she was enchanting on every single way, or how Star walked like floating like she was a ballerina… No, all that was consequences of his number one problem.

The fact he was falling for the princess.

Keep reading

A Sky of Stars

Created for Voltron Whump Week

Prompt: Day 8- FREE day (Intoxicated)

Summary: Lance was having a good night. Then the next thing he knows, he’s lost in the woods, slightly intoxicated and bleeding.

Notes: So humorous whump? Kind of. This one definitely has a much lighter tone. I think I needed the change in tone after a week of all the damage I did to the team. Anyway, prompt came from a friend. Sorry, I don’t think I did it justice. Warnings for so much vomiting, underage drinking, intoxication, blood and injury.

A Sky of Stars

It was a celebration. The first one they’d had in a while. They had successfully freed a planet from the Galra and the team had been invited to take part in the party. The food was amazing. The inhabitants were incredibly friendly and, according to Lance, the ladies were absolutely beautiful.

The people of this planet were known as the Dorveen. Their skin was a gentle brown and the hair on their heads was a shining silver. They were very tall and thin, much like the trees that completely covered this world.

The celebration was in the huge lodge that sat at the edge of the main city. Everyone seemed to be there and it was absolutely packed.

Keep reading

Say Hello

Read on FFN here

Washington, DC, USA

“You should contact him.”

McGee looked up from his computer and gave Bishop a sad smile. She had tried so hard to convince him over the past weeks, and she did not seem to be planning on giving up any time soon.

He sighed, “Bishop, we’ve been over this.”

She rolled her eyes at him, “If you would just stop being so stubborn.”

“I’m not,” he huffed.

“Look, if you won’t contact Tony about the wedding, I will,” she said, crossing her arms over her chest.

He shrugged, “Whatever.”


She started typing on her computer, but could still feel McGee’s gaze on her.

“Fine,” he huffed loudly.

She looked up at him, a sparkle in her eyes, challenging him, “Fine.”

Paris, France

The loud ping of his phone woke Tony up and he rolled over with a groan. He reached for his phone blindly and blinked as the bright light hit his eyes. An email notification had popped up on his screen. A small smile formed on his face when he saw who it was from.


The sleepy voice brought an even bigger smile to his face, the email suddenly less interesting than it had been a second ago. He put his phone back onto the nightstand and turned back around.

Keep reading

anonymous asked:

20 and 12 for mreyder :3

Things you said that I wasn’t meant to hear

Reyes never slept much, that was just how things were. There was always so much to do, so many things requiring his immediate and undivided attention that being dead to the world for more than a bare minimum of hours seemed like a horrible waste of time. His body was so used to this ascetic regime that even on his rare days off he simply couldn’t force himself to sleep in. At the break of dawn, or whatever equivalent it had in deep space, he laid wide awake staring at the quarters’ ceiling, no trace of drowsiness lingering in his mind.

That had its perks though. Reyes turned his head to the right, a fond smile tugging at the corner of his lips. Unlike him, Scott had zero problems with sleeping – he slept, one can even say, with enthusiasm, mouth parted and drooling obliviously at his pillow.

Lo and behold the mighty Pathfinder.

The thought that he was the only one privileged enough to see Scott like this, so vulnerable, unkempt, almost childlike warmed Reyes’s heart to a degree he did not anticipate. The things that man did to him, unbelievable…

A month or so had passed since the Charlatan’s coup d'état in Kadara Port and it was only Reyes’s second night he got to spend on the Tempest. But things were looking good on all fronts, more than Reyes dared to expect even in his most optimistic prognoses. He had been preparing himself mentally that Scott – Scott the paragon of virtue who flew across the galaxy helping people – would reject him as soon as he’d learn the whole truth, of all the shady and questionable things he had done. But no. Scott understood that things were rarely black and white, Scott accepted him for who he was, good and bad. Reyes knew that he was a lucky man to have found someone like Scott. He didn’t deserve him, not by a long shot.

Reyes felt the overwhelming urge to wrap his arms around his lover. Not being the one to refuse himself much, he shifted closer to Scott, his hand resting on his shoulder blade, his lips pressing to his forehead.

Scott stirred, sighing softly. A warm, boneless mass against Reyes’s chest. Barely lucid, he instinctively reached out for his lover, his fingers curling on the tawny hip. Scott didn’t open his eyes yet. Maybe that was for the best – he couldn’t see the embarrassingly mushy expression on Reyes’s face.

“Rey…?” he mumbled, his lips tickling Reyes’s neck as he spoke.

“Yes?” He carded his hand through the mess of hair on Scott’s head, massaging his scalp gently. Scott liked that, the tender motion always seemed to soothe him. It worked like magic even now, making the Pathfinder sigh again with contentment.




“Coffee?” Reyes echoed with amusement. “You want some?”


“As you wish.” Reyes chuckled, nuzzling against his cheek. “One coffee coming right up.”

A languid smile curved Scott’s lips.

“Love you,” he said, warm glints of affection flickering in his half-opened, heavy-lidded eyes, still clouded with remnants of whatever dream he was having.

The sight completely melted Reyes’s heart. Smiling like a fool, he kissed Scott’s temple, the corner of his eye, his cheek before finally letting their lips meet in a surprisingly chaste union, almost an antithesis of the lustful kisses they shared in the evening.

“Be right back,” Reyes said, stroking Scott’s chest before finally sliding away from his lover towards the edge of the bed. He let his bare feet fall onto the cold floor and then stood up, stretching his stiff muscles. Although the temperature on the Tempest was optimal for humans and other humanoid species, it still felt chilly against his naked skin, warmed so perfectly by Scott’s pliant body. He missed it already.

No, his thoughts shouldn’t wander off in that direction or he’d just dive in straight back to bed and never leave.

With an inward sigh, he located his pants under a chair, thrown there haphazardly the night before. He picked them up, aware of Scott’s gaze on him.

“Enjoying the view?” he asked, turning to his lover. Just as expected, Scott, still not fully awake, observed him with a relaxed smile playing on his lips.


Reyes shook his head and put the pants on.

“I expect something in return for that coffee. I am, after all, a greedy man.”

“I know… a kiss then?”

“Not good enough.”


“At least five.”

“Four and a half,” Scott said with mock sternness. “Final offer.”

Reyes laughed, feeling another burst of sentiment towards that impossible man.

“Deal. You drive a hard bargain.”

“Been taught by the best.”

They exchanged telling glances and smiles like true partners in crime.

This relationship shouldn’t have worked, all evidence and premises pointed to its inevitable destruction. How could love bloom freely between the human Pathfinder, a symbol of hope for the whole of Andromeda, and the Charlatan, the head of a criminal organization ruling over Kadara Port? But somehow it did, against all odds.



“The coffee I’m going to prepare for you,” said Reyes smoothly, giving his lover his signature wink.

Hearing Scott chuckle, Reyes walked across the room to the door. He hesitated before pressing the button though. His current looks were hardly… presentable. Wearing only his pants, with disheveled hair and enough love bites on his skin not to leave much to imagination what he and Scott were doing the night before, he was bound to scandalize the crew, who didn’t have a very high opinion on him in the first place.

Oh well, it was still early, surely no one would be up at this ungodly hour, he thought punching the door open.

As soon as he stepped into the kitchen, he understood how wrong he was. Jaal and Liam were sitting at the table, empty bottle of wine in front of them, and chatting about something animatedly. At least until they spotted Reyes. The atmosphere then soured at once. Both the angara and the human gave him unfriendly stink eyes reserved perhaps for something filthy that stuck to the sole of your shoe.

Well then, an excellent start.

“Morning,” Reyes said in a neutral tone as if he hadn’t noticed the icy cold reception. They didn’t reply. It didn’t bother him too much though. Tons of people hated him, that was basically in the job description. Two more didn’t make too much of a difference, he was used to it.

Unperturbed, he opened the cupboard and took out Scott’s favorite mug – the one with the Brave Heart Lion from the old Care Bears cartoon. What a nerd. Reyes caught himself smiling like a goofball as he started the coffee machine. Scott’s blend of choice contained more milk, caramel syrup and sugar than the coffee itself, he knew that by now. Sweet drink for a sweet boy.

God, he couldn’t believe he had just thought something that cheesy. Scott brought out the worst sap out of him. And Reyes wasn’t entirely sure if he minded that.

Reyes was so caught up in his own musings that he had nearly forgotten that he wasn’t alone in the kitchen. A grunt full of disapproval and even more disapproving words reminded him of that quite successfully.

“I don’t like you,” announced Jaal.

It was hard not to laugh, but Reyes managed to keep a straight face.

“And here I thought we can make s’mores and sing kumbaya together.”

“I don’t understand what you are referring to, but we will certainly not do that.”

“Well, here go my weekend plans…”

“Listen, smartass,” Liam chimed in, openly hostile. “You’re not welcome on this ship.“

“No, really? I can’t believe it, everyone’s so nice to me,“ Reyes deadpanned, casting a brief, almost bored glance at the man. This indifferent reaction only infuriated Liam even more.

“It’s a disgrace that you’re here,“ Liam slurred, the alcohol making him more open with his resentment. “You’re a bloody exile and a criminal, you should be in prison.“

Reyes felt the anger rushing in his veins, but he bit back the reply, not showing that the words had phased him in any way. There was no point trying to engage in a conversation with any of them. All he had to do was to wait until the machine spat out the fancy coffee for Scott and he’d be out of here in a blink of an eye.

But Liam wasn’t done yet, not even close. He scoffed and rolled his eyes.

“Honestly, Scott must be a bigger idiot than we thought to trust you.“

It was as if a thunderbolt hit him straight in the chest. He spun around to face them, his muscles tensed and ready for a fight.

“Leave him out of this,“ he snarled, making Liam and Jaal stare at him with surprise and maybe with fear too. “You don’t like me and insulting me is your new hobby? Fine, I’ve heard worse. But don’t you fucking dare talk shit about Scott.“

“Yeah, as if you care about him,“ Liam said with scorn. “You’re just using him for his connections, we all know that. Only Scott is too naive to see that.“

Reyes narrowed his eyes, seething and truly wounded. It… well, it was a painful thing to hear. If the crew thought that about him, could Scott be swayed too one day?

“We’re watching you. When you hurt him we will eject you into space.“ Jaal wasn’t joking. “With pleasure.“

Reyes grit his teeth, clenched his fists. They went too far. Implying that he was here to hurt Scott? No, he couldn’t stand for it, he wouldn’t.

“Same applies to you,“ he said, his voice sharp like a blade of a knife.

“What?“ Liam replied, puzzled. Reyes smiled, but that smile had no humor in it. It was a warning.

“You’re all so self-righteous, looking down and passing judgment, and yet you seem to forget who I really am. I’m not just some smuggler nobody. I’m the Charlatan. If any of you just as much as look at Scott in a funny way, you’ll have the wrath of the whole Collective on your asses. Just so we’re clear, it’s a two way alley. You may keep an eye on me, but I’m keeping mine on you just as much. Hurt him and you’ll die. Painfully.“

A soft ding cut through the silence that enveloped the room – the coffee was ready. Reyes took the mug and walked out of the room, not deigning Liam and Jaal with even a passing glance. He didn’t have to, he knew they were both staring at him in stunned silence.

* * *

Hearing the sound the machine made, Scott backed away slowly, returning to his room. His heart raced in his chest. He didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but he got bored waiting and decided to join his boyfriend in the kitchen. But what he heard… Reyes’s words resounded with devotion, care and power. Scott was slightly frightened. And touched. And turned on, all at once.

He needed to have a serious talk with his crew though.

Scott kicked off his pants and slipped under the sheets again as if he had never left. Reyes walked in a moment later, a steaming mug in his hands.

Scott looked closely at his lover’s face, trying to read his thoughts on what had happened in the kitchen. Reyes was so good at clamming up, at hiding his emotions, burring them deep beneath the surface of a suave charmer. But Scott couldn’t be fooled. He saw the hurt in his lover’s eyes, despite his efforts to smile.  

“Here you are. One coffee, just as requested,“ Reyes said, sitting at the edge of the bed. Scott sat up as well, taking the mug carefully. The smell told him that Reyes remembered how he liked to take his drink. That was really sweet.

“Thank you.“ Scott hesitated, unsure if he should do it. But he felt like he must. He put the mug away on the nightstand. Reyes looked at him quizzically, thousands of thoughts probably running through his head.

“I love you,“ Scott said, pouring his heart into these words, his hand reaching to Reyes’s cheek. “And nothing and no one can change that. I… I just wanted you to know that,“ he added, a little embarrassed.

But Reyes looked at him with nothing but adoration, his eyes lively and bright again.

“Thank you, Scott. I needed to hear that.“ His words were soft, just as his lips when he gave him a kiss. And then another, locking him in a warm embrace.

The coffee stood on the nightstand completely forgotten.

If you liked this ficlet please consider buying me a coffee (coffee ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ). Any donations are greatly appreciated,

God Grumps - Part One

Summary: Danny is the golden child of the goddess of love, Aphrodite. When he meets the artistic, beautiful son of Apollo, however, he never suspects that he’ll be on the recieving end of his mother’s love shenanigans. 

Genre: Greek Mythology AU, Humor, Romance, Fluff

Warnings: none

A/N: The first part is here! I’m having a lot of fun with this AU. I may or may not screw around with myths’ storylines. Also, sorry for all the confusing names here. I tried to identify everyone but you may have to look up somebody. This combines my two favorite things: my boys and greek myths, so it’s sure to be fun time. This chapter is more to establish the setting, so please forgive any messy characterizations. Let me know what you think!

The myth began with a beautiful woman and a dancer.

Keep reading

anonymous asked:

What did you think abt this season? Im not sure if i liked it or not

Oh boy…I actually have a lot to say about this so I’m making a read more. 

Meet me on the other side for some sugar and salt.

Keep reading

anonymous asked:

Romantic hcs anon. Sorry about my request being vague. How about romantic headcanons for TFP Autobots with human s/o who is shy and quiet but kind and patient? Is this good enough or should I just request something else?

No this is great, Anon. Thank you! I didn’t know which bots/cons you wanted so I chose a few. I hope you enjoy it! Also I’M SORRY I AM JUST REALLY BAD AT ROMANCE PLEASE FORGIVE ME ANON!

Optimus Prime

  • A few weeks after the two of you started dating, you once said something goofy and without realizing it caused the usually reserved Prime to smile
  • It was because of this that everyone decided that you were the best thing that could happen to the team
  • Everyone can tell he actually cares about you because he won’t say anything stupid as such, and always listens to you very carefully when you speak
  • Because you’re a bit shy you don’t exactly tell your friends and family that you’re in a relationship, since…you know…he’s a giant alien robot…
  • And because of this your unknowing friends are always trying to set you up
  • This, of course, makes you very embarrassed
  • And makes Prime a bit jealous, though he would never ever admit it
  • All in all he’s generally good with the relationship
  • He’s patient and kind and he’s always there for you
  • Except when you’re hormonal or just generally angry
  • Then he’s definitely leaving you with Ratchet
  • The two of you can argue until your heart’s content


  • Oh the poor child
  • When KO decided to join the Autobots, he also decided to try and see if he could have a chance at dating you
  • Because you are so damn amazing that you make even sinister Decepticons fall in love with you
  • His plan was foolproof, except that when he was trying to flirt with you, whatever he was leaning on gave way and he lost his balance
  • He fell flat on his face next to you with a loud thud which made you, as a quiet person, get a fright
  • After the initial shock wore off you burst out laughing
  • He tried to shrug it off, but you were too amused to take him seriously at that moment
  • When you two eventually started dating (which was obviously about five minutes after the whole event happened) you realized that you were supposed to be together from the beginning
  • He once tried to bring you flowers, but he didn’t know much about them or any natural growing plant on earth
  • So he ended up bringing you a small tree because to him that seemed small
  • You laughed it off and ended up planting it in your garden at home, and it ended up being a cherry blossom tree and you couldn’t have been happier


  • He thinks you’re the cutest thing ever
  • You two are so close it’s just super adorable
  • Some days he’ll be really down about not being able to use his voice, especially since he really wants to tell you how much he loves you and cares about you with his real voice and not with a series of beeps, whirls, and clicks
  • On those days you have to be patient with him and tell him that no matter what you still love him
  • In return for you helping him with his voice issues, he helps you with overcoming your shyness
  • He’ll give you tips on how to be confident and how to (ironically) find your voice when in a social situation
  • Other than that you two are very competitive
  • He will not be outdone in the affectionate gestures department and neither will you
  • If you say “I love you” once he’ll make sure to say it five times
  • If you give him a hug he’ll make sure to give you a kiss
  • The team finds it amusing
  • You, on the other hand, find it annoying as you REALLY NEED TO BE THE WINNER DAMN IT BEE
  • The team has secretly decided what they will say at your wedding because it’s obvious that at this rate you two will be married within the next six months
bts react ෴ their s/o can’t feel sadness

anon asked: Hey friend I really enjoy your reactions and I was wondering if you could do a BTS reaction to their gf not being able to feel sadness and having anxiety because of it?! Once again I love your writing and thanks for reading this if you do.

⁂ seokjin:

Jin would be extremely worried as well. At first, he didn’t pay much attention to your indifference to many things, but when you took it upon yourself to discuss this worry of yours, he had no way to respond properly. You don’t recall any past memories of your younger self being like this at all. You were actually a huge cry baby back then, but ever since you’ve become an adult; it’s like you’ve become some robot. You got more anxious as you spoke more with Seokjin; realizing how insensitive you’ve been these past few weeks – probably even months, but he held you as tight as he could, cradling your head to his chest with a sigh escaping his mouth. “Please calm down, sweetheart. Scaring yourself like this is only going to make it worse. I’m here for you every step of the way; let’s go find out about this if we can in the morning.”

Originally posted by jjilljj

⁂ namjoon:

He would be just as concerned as Seokjin, but would be more in control instead of wondering what to do. You had a lot of bad days this week, but you couldn’t even bring yourself to cry. You didn’t feel miserable, pathetic, or gloomy – you were just tired from lack of rest. Your boss had insulted you a few days prior and you even had a fight with one of your family members, but even at the end of the day, you didn’t feel anything else but exhaustion. Namjoon always frowned whenever you told him about your day, noticing how you’d genuinely laugh or smile to yourself about the situation. “You don’t have to pretend that you’re alright. I don’t mind being the shoulder you lean on” he told you one day. It was then that you realized that maybe feeling this way about how bad your life is was not the way to go. You were suddenly bombarded with conflicting emotions as Namjoon led you into his embrace. Both of you were going to work together to figure your problem out.

Originally posted by rapmunstar

⁂ yoongi:

I don’t think Yoongi would’ve noticed at first. He thought he was pretty in tune with your emotions since you both were basically the same when it came to expressing yourselves. He did notice though that you were being an asshole more often than usual. It got on his nerves quite a bit. Suppose losing the ability to feel sadness makes your insensitivity go through the roof. This wasn’t the case for you. For some reason, you’ve been snapping at people more and your sanity is waning. Even your favourite dramas can’t make you shed a single tear. Yoongi was fed up with your bullshit so he confronted you as calmly as he could. “You need to chill out, okay? You’re seriously going to damage something you won’t be able to fix if you don’t keep yourself in line.” his eyes formed into slits as he spoke, your heart beginning to sink as you recalled your actions this past week. Your palms were on either side of your head as you stared blankly at your boyfriend’s shirt. “I don’t know what’s going right now. I don’t know what my problem is.” you stressed. You let out a dry laugh and rubbed your face, shaking your head in a confused manner. “I don’t know what’s up with you either,” Yoongi spoke impassively all the while dragging you into a hug. “But let’s work it out together.”

Originally posted by jeonbase

⁂ hoseok

Certainly a confused boyfriend. He was not in tune with your own emotions, he knew that much, but seeing you like this was quite new to him. You were less expressive when it came things like showing your love, anger, and such, but every time Hoseok passed by you during the day, it seemed like you were deep in thought. Seeing you pace back and forth in the living room wasn’t a normal occurrence and neither was you being a frantic mess something your boyfriend saw frequently. He sat you down when he had had enough of you avoiding him and your friends and asked what was wrong. Witnessing such a side of you was not something he could tolerate and he wanted to help you the best that he could. “Look at me and take a deep breath.” his command was just above a small whisper, but it was still effective. Your shoulders slumped forward as you held onto Hoseok’s hands, squeezing them tightly as you explained the conflicts that were raging in your head. “You could have told me,” he spoke exasperatedly, embracing you in a warm, snug hug, “it pained me to see you like that, you know? Let’s figure something out soon.”

Originally posted by meanyoongis

⁂ jimin:

He was upset. He had no idea why you were being so insensitive and distant and he was slowly beginning to get fed up with you and your sudden change of antics. It’s not like you wanted this to happen – the fact that you were emotionally detached made you panic a bit. You didn’t want to realize that maybe you weren’t able to feel this way, but it stressed you out the more you thought about it. Since you were dating Jimin, you wanted to feel all of the emotions he felt; happiness, anger, disgust, trust, sadness. You want to understand Jimin more through emotions, but it’s like you’ve completely lost it. Your heart doesn’t swell anymore, your stomach doesn’t turn – nothing, When Jimin decided to confront you, it sounded like your heart was about to explode or something. Funny how you were able to feel uneasy and nothing else. “You’ve got to get yourself together, sweetie.” he frowned, rubbing your shoulder as he watched your face carefully. “Something’s not right and I’m going to help you get through it, okay? Now please tell me what’s up.”

Originally posted by jikookdetails

⁂ taehyung:

“Jagiya?” Taehyung turned his head to look at you questioningly, his mouth slightly open as he watched how you bit at your thumb; a habit that only occurs when you’re worried or not feeling well. You responded with a barely audible hum, an action that caused the corners of his lips to turn down into a frown. He watched you hug your knees to your chest and immediately crawled to you when the expression on your face got worse. “What’s wrong, buddy?” he crawled onto the couch and pressed his side against yours, resting his head on your shoulder. “I’m scared.” you whispered. Your hand pet your boyfriend’s hair as he let out a quiet ‘aah’. Rubbing your knee, he looked up at you with a kind smile, “You can tell me why you’re scared, I’m here for you, you know? Don’t be afraid to lean on me when you need it the most.” and with that statement, he pried himself away from you and laid back on the couch with his arms open wide, a warm smile on his face. “Now lay with me and tell me why you’re feeling this way. I’m all ears.”

Originally posted by dazzlingkai

⁂ jungkook:

Kinda shook that you’re being like this. He wasn’t sure if giving you space was the right way to go, but it felt like it was the only option to him at the time. You weren’t in the mood to speak to anyone, so he told you that he was going to be in the room you two shared until you called for him to come back down. You refused that offer though. Before he reached the stairs, you pulled him back and dragged him to the couch where you proceeded to cuddle against his side. You hid your face in the crook of his neck and sighed weakly, patting his knee. “I’m sorry I’m being like this. I probably scared you just now.” you let out a laugh and clenched your hand into a fist before letting it relax again. “I don’t really know what’s going on,” he murmured into your hair, carefully wrapping his arm around your shoulders, “tell me what’s up and I’ll help you the best that I can.” he then ruffled your hair with a kind smile, “just relax.”

Originally posted by ken-z-the-aesthetic-queen




*Busts through the door two whole weeks late carrying Starbucks* Hello!  I am here and I brought a (belated) Rosemary for my bud @ironbubble!!!

I am so so so sorry this took so long, I really don’t have an excuse, but the important thing is that it’s done now and that you hopefully like it! 

(one of the costume ideas was suggested by @rainbowcloversandwhalechickens and I am so thankful for the help with that thank you)

Keep reading

I'm Not Nervous

Prompt: “Dan isn’t a youtuber, but Phil is. Phil takes Dan to Playlist or Vidcon and Dan is super shy and socially awkward when he tries to meet Phil’s fans with him.”

“This isn’t really a prompt but maybe something you could throw into a shy Dan fluffy fic: Dan still sucks his thumb when he is feeling shy or tired and Phil thinks it’s adorable.”

AU, pure fluff
Words: 2,074

Keep reading

mrsvasiliev  asked:

Hey Rae! I'm calling in my crazy idea favour ;P although it's kind of your crazy idea. Can you write a short something some for the sub pic. I have questions woman! Where did the sub come from? Why?? I also want to see madakaka bitch at each other over Madara's sub ineptitude. Thank you for gifting us with such a bizarre yet adorable scenario.

I am so sorry that this too so long to get done! I hope the hilarity below makes up for the waiting you had to do! I’m always happy to contribute a little more MadaKaka to our tiny little dinghy! 

Edit: Inspired by this picture.

“Eat it.”

“I’m going to.”

“You’re being slow about.”

“I’m going to eat it!”

“So why don’t you?”

“I’m trying to figure out how!” 

Madara glared at his boyfriend over the tiny plastic table between them then turned his glare upon the monstrosity that Kakashi had purchased for him. He had called it a ‘sub sandwich’, though Madara wasn’t sure that it truly qualified as a sandwich. For one thing it appeared to have been made out of an entire loaf of bread instead of just two slices. For another the sauce was unidentifiable and smelled funny. Was there supposed to be vegetables on it? How much meat was too much meat? 

The smirk on Kakashi’s face was nearly unbearable, driving Madara to reach for the ‘sub’, both hands hovering over it for a few moments of hesitation. How was one supposed to hold these things? It looked as if it might fall apart the moment he picked it up. 

He settled for slipping both hands underneath and balancing each end on the flat of his palms. That went well. It stayed together alright and didn’t immediately dive for the floor. So far so good. The next question was how he was supposed to actually eat it and that was what had prompted him to stare at it for so long before. 

Kakashi snickered again and Madara huffed. Well, he would never succeed if he didn’t try and there was no time like the present. Besides, he absolutely would not give Kakashi the satisfaction of thinking him afraid of something so simple as a sandwich. 

His first bite was alright, if a little tasteless. He nibbled dubiously on one end, getting barely more than a mouthful of bread. His second bite was an unmitigated disaster. He could feel the innards of the sub sliding away from his questing teeth and his hands instinctively tried to clamp down and keep everything in place. The hand closest to his face was okay, it merely rerouted some of the ingredients back towards his mouth. The hand supporting the other end, however, had different results. 

Little bits of meat and vegetables dribbled over his hand to sprinkle down on the table and floor. The sauce squished out over his fingers with a disgustingly oozy feeling. Madara made eye contact with his boyfriend and scowled, his teeth still stuck in the bread. 

Kakashi was dying. Not laughing out loud at the sight before him was the hardest thing he had ever done in his entire life. Uchiha Madara, scourge of fire country, evilest evil to ever evil, could not eat a sub. It was quite literally falling to pieces in his hands while he fought to tear a too-large bite out of the bun.

Madara, on the other hand, didn’t think any of this was funny. Once he freed his teeth it took him forever to chew through the overly stuffed bite he had filled his mouth with. It disgusted him that it tasted good, He wanted to hate it. He wanted to tell the man across from him that it was the worst food he had ever eaten. 

He also wanted to know what sauce was on this because it was delicious

“I hate you,” he grumbled as soon as he was able to.

“Worth it!” Kakashi declared, one hand pressed tightly to his mask to hold his laughter inside. 

“Very worth it,” a small, rough voice chimed it from below. 

They both looked down to see Pakkun peeked his head out from under the table, a piece of half-eaten salami dangling from his mouth while he chewed on it. As they watched the tiny pug finished his morsel and ducked down to snatch up a fallen slice of cucumber. 

“Is he supposed to be eating that?” Madara asked. 

“No. He is not.” Kakashi reached down and grabbed Pakkun by the scruff of his neck, depositing the ninken in his lap. “You know that stuff is bad for you Pakkun.” 

The dog harrumphed and Madara thought about doing the same while he eyed the slowly collapsing sub in his grasp. The taste was much better than he had assumed it would be but he wasn’t sure it was worth listening to Kakashi laughing at him again. 

He was distracted a second time by something butting up against his shin. 

“Oi, keep eating! The rest of us are hungry too!”

He and Kakashi looked down again, this time to see several more heads peeking out from under the table. Shiba and Bisuke were playing vacuum cleaner with the vegetables Pakkun hadn’t had time to grab. Uhei was glaring up at Madara like him pausing in his attempts to consume his meal was a massive offense. 

Madara closed his eyes and despaired. Has he really survived the Fourth Shinobi War for this!? 

commander-cremisius  asked:

71 for draskr and julian? (also welcome to julian hell jack glad you could join us)

71“You are the single best thing that has ever happened to me. from this prompt list 

You are the best thing that has ever happened to me,” Julian thinks but doesn’t say.

It’s his first thought one morning as he wakes to Draskr curled against him, their head on his chest. Not that they would’ve heard him if he did say it aloud. They’re still asleep and he can’t help the fond sigh that escapes him as he presses his face softly into their hair. Drawing his arms just a bit tighter around them, he’s even more glad they’re still asleep. If Draskr were awake, they would already be up and out of bed, out of his arms and readying themself for the day.

The thought visits him again like a whisper as he stands, arms folded, watching Draskr flit around the shop checking to make sure everything’s still where it’s supposed to be. Satisfied in the state of the place, they recruit Julian’s help in watering the dozens of plants that clutter the shop. But “clutter” is the wrong word, he realizes as he works beside them. Draskr has filled these rooms with as much life as they can.  Gentle hands cradle the blossoms they bring beneath their nose to smell, closing their eyes each time. The smile that graces their lips as they do so makes it terribly hard for Julian not to respond in kind.

The words echo in his head, “You are the best thing that has ever happened to me.”

Still, he doesn’t say it. He does, however lean over to press a kiss to their cheek.

One night they’re playing cards at the Rowdy Raven on a table cluttered with coin and empty dishes and half-full steins. They drink and swap stories and laugh and Draskr bets too high too often until they’ve but a single coin in front of them.

With a shrug, they add it to the pot.

“All or nothing, right?” They rationalize, a sly smile on their lips.

He tenses as he looks at his hand, Lady Luck still in his corner.

“Another winning hand, right?” Draskr says and Julian looks up to meet their eyes, then lays down his cards.

“I’m afraid so.”

They push the pile of coins to him, “Remind me to never gamble again, I’m no good at this.”

“Oh, I don’t know about that, you took a chance on me, didn’t you?”

Draskr threw their head back in laughter at the line, shaking their head at him, “I’m still deciding how that one’s working out for me.”

“I’m on thin ice then?”

“Not so thin, no. I think I’ll keep you around.” They reached to take his hand across the table, giving his fingers a quick squeeze. As their hand fell from his to rest back on the tabletop they looked down for a moment and then up at the sound of fluttering wings. Their familiar sat perched in the open window on the opposite side of the room.

Julian shot a glance over his shoulder at the bird, “That raven of yours fits in quite well here, doesn’t he?”

“Tobias is comfortable wherever I am.”

As if knowing they were talking about him, Tobias flew from the sill to sit on Draskr’s shoulder. He squawked, like he was proclaiming something to the entire room, then nuzzled against his master’s cheek.

Draskr ran a hand over the length of the bird several times, smoothing his feathers. Seemingly pleased, Tobias then took off back through the window from where he came.

“Never stays long though,”

“He knows I’m in good hands.”

“Oh the best,” Julian confirmed, raising his hands and wiggling his fingers for emphasis “You don’t get to be a doctor without being very good with your hands, after all.”

He expects more banter, their typical back and forth but Draskr responds with nothing more than a knowing smile.

And there it is again.

“You are the best thing that has ever happened to me.”

Only this time, it’s more than mere thought. He blurts it out, to both of their surprise.

“Jules?” Draskr asks, eyebrows raised.

He clears his throat, “I mean it. I…um would’ve chosen a better way of saying it but-”

Rising from their seat, Draskr moves to wrap their arms around his neck as they seat themself on his lap.

“That’s funny, y’know, because I’ve been thinking the same thing.”  

anonymous asked:

Hi! I'm so happy to see the ask box is open! Before i ask my question i would like to thank you for all your hard work into making this blog! You always make my day! Now then, how would Todoroki co fess to his crush??

Oh my…oh my…goodness! (all might reference XD) thank you so much, you are so kind! Thanks for appreciating my work, it makes me happy to know I make people happy 😄 also thanks for the request, it’s really nice!

You knew he was straight forward, but you didn’t realize to what extent until he saw you one morning and abruptly said “I love you” looking at you in the eye as if he were talking about the weather. Seriously, that’s literally how it worked. You arrived to school quite early, ready for yet another day of training, and you were definitely not expecting to be welcomed in such a way. He just…appeared, he stood in front of you with crossed arms, looked at you rather strongly for a while without saying hello, and told you that he loved you.

Quite blunt, huh?

Of course you were taken aback, absolutely not ready for those words as they hit you like a heavy, silent truck you didn’t know it was coming. The only way in which he gave away his nerves, was the cute, slight blush of his cheeks. But it was easily mistaken by just another effect of the cold, since it was a snowy morning and everyone’s face was tinted with a bit of red.

“What?” you asked him to repeat himself, thinking you may had misheard or that it was a joke.

But he sounded serious and real enough when he repeated his words, and spoke another “I love you” with almost the same naturalness than before.

What could someone say before something like that?? You felt your heart beating unnaturally fast, powered by the potent look in his eyes that seemed to follow every uneasy movement yours made without losing track. It was intimidating, so much you couldn’t even formulate a proper answer.

“Am I..supposed to say something more?” he asked, biting the inner part of his cheek, silently praying for you not to notice his nerves as his feet constantly tapped the floor.

You looked at him even more puzzled than before. You just…couldn’t get the hang of the situation. Was this a confesion? What was he expecting you to say? The funny thing was tha he looked as confused as you, as if he didn’t understand your reaction.

“I don’t know…” you stuttered “is it me who should say something more?”

“Uhm, well, preferably that you like me back” he joked, chuckling nervously and scratching the back of his neck “fuck, I’m sorry…should I have bought you flowers or something? I don’t really know how this works”

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing.

“No, it’s ok” you murmured, embarrassed, not knowing how to react.

“Did I fuck up?”

“Uh? No, don’t worry, you…”

“I shouldn’t have listened to Midoriya”


He stared at the floor, looking away from you for the first time during the conversation. His arms were still crossed and his posture firm, but something in his aura gave away just how uncomfortable he was.

“Well…I asked Midoriya how I should confess to you and stuff…and he told me I should look at you in the eye and be honest…so yeah, that’s what I did”

“You fullfilled to the letter it seems” you giggled, finding it adorable he had actually asked a friend, especially someone like Deku, how to confess to you.

“What…what should I say now?” he asked, obviously anxious, his voice monotonous and dim.

You made your best as not to laugh. He was so lost it was cute. There was honestly nothing more he could say, he had already been clear enough. But you knew this was the perfect chance to make him talk, and you wouldn’t let it slide.

“Hmm, maybe you should tell me why” you suggested, shyly, and you could swear his cheeks got even more red in a fragment of second.

“Should I?” he looked so wary, yet you nodded either way and he gave a long, nervous breath “well, I love you because you are kind, strong and I really admire you. You always listen to me and…I don’t know…have you ever talked to someone and suddenly felt all warm inside?” yes, yes you had, you were feeling it right then “that’s it, to be honest, you are also very pretty…but I don’t know if that’s relevant” he shrugged, not really sure if he had just given the right answer, his heart beating so fast he didn’t know if he would be able to keep up with his composure for much longer “was that enough?”

It was more than enough. Couldn’t he see the way your eyes were wattering? Didn’t he realize your legs were shaking like crazy? Wasn’t your heartbeat heard from like a 2km radius? You totally approved the answer, you not only approved it, you loved it. Just as much as you loved him. But he was dense enough as to think he needed to confess in a certain way for you to accept him when, in reality, his mere presence was more than enough.

“Of course it’s enough” you said, taking his hand “I love you too, stupid”

His eyes widened, he was confused, yet pleased with your answer and the smile he had put on your face. He tangled his fingers with you, gently caressing the skin of your hands as a doubt formulated at the back of his mind.

“And…how do I ask you to kiss you?” he questioned, genuinely unsure.

You laughed again, taking your hands to both his cheeks, feeling his face heating up to your touch, and falling in love all over again with the sweet way in which he stared at you.

“You don’t ask…” you got closer to him, your lips almost brushing, feeling his hot breath against your mouth “…you just do it”

It didn’t matter just how dense he was, he understood the order just perfectly. And without wasting a second, his lips were softly pressed against yours.

“AWWWWW” you were interrupted by the exclamations and whistling of all class 1-A, you hadn’t realized when did they even apper but there they were, making a fuss and making Todoroki embarrassed enough to let go of you.

Still, as you were pulled into a round of girls asking you thousands of questions about it, you didn’t really mind. Because as you stared at him with the corner of your eye, recieving compliments and cheers from all the boys in the class, you knew that had been your very first kiss…but definitely not the last one.