i wonder if any of you actually thought this wouldn't happen

anonymous asked:

Hey, what about a bodyswap AU with tomco? I wonder what would be funnier: tom pretending to be Marco or Marco pretending to be tom? Tho if it have the whole abusive dad thing, I wonder how Marco would act, like: I'm pretty sure he wouldn't just submit to it

OMG I ACTUALLY HAD AN IDEA ABOUT THIS! I switched it up a little bit, but it’s sort of along the same lines. I hope you enjoy it!


Tom looked down at his hands and his eyes almost popped out. They weren’t the regular purple he was so used to. Tom reached up and felt his head; two eyes and no horns. “Star! What the hell did you do!?” He cried. As soon as he did he clapped a hand over his mouth. It wasn’t his voice. “Star!” He cried again.

“Tom! Calm down!” Star told him, taking him by the shoulders. “It’ll be okay, I’ll fix this.” She promised.

“Where’s Marco?” Tom asked, assuming the human was in his body.

“We don’t want to raise suspicion. I sent Marco to your home to stay in and pretend to be you, and until I can fix you guys, you need to go to Marco’s home and pretend to be him.” Star instructed. “The last thing we want is for anyone to freak out, because then my mom will find out, and if my mom finds out,” Star pulled Tom close to her face “we are ALL dead.”

Tom gulped and nodded, unsure of what else he could do. “How do I pretend to be Marco? What do I say to his parents?” Tom asked. Star shrugged.

“Whatever you think Marco would say, I can’t stay and chet, I don’t have Glosseryk to help me figure this out, I have to go.” Star hissed, and pushed Tom towards the door that led to Marco’s home. Tom swallowed hard and opened the front door, stepping in with shaky feet, he made his way into the living room.

“Marco, you’re home late.” Angie called, stepping out of the kitchen. Tom froze and just stared at her. She came closer. “Well, any reason you’re home an hour after curfew? You didn’t even call to let me know where you were, I was worried.” She told him. Tom was about to stutter out something, but he stopped and gave her a confused look.

“W-wait… you were worried? Why?” He asked. Angie rolled her eyes.

“Because I thought something bad happened to my son, now come eat, you missed dinner and I’m not keeping it warm for you any longer.” She disciplined, but with a little smile. Tom forced a little bit of a smile and made his way into the kitchen. He sat down in front of the plate and played with his fork as Angie and Raphael helped each other do the dishes.

This was strange.

Tom looked down at the plate carefully. Why would they cook for their son? Was something special going on today? Should he ask? Tom cleared his throat and looked up. “Why is today so important?” Tom asked. Angie turned around and gave Tom a very confused look.

“I don’t know, is something important happening?” She asked. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary to her. Tom looked down at his plate again and stared at the macaroni and cheese like it would attack him.

“Is making dinner special?” Tom asked. “Why did you make dinner, is it for something special?” He asked again.

“Well I’m glad to know you think mac and cheese is such a special meal,” Angie laughed, assuming it was a poorly executed joke. “I’ll be sure to make it more often.” She and her husband laughed together and Tom forced out a little nervous giggled and took a bite of the food.

“So where’s your partner in crime, Marco?” Raphael asked. Tom looked up confused.

“Uh… who?” He asked. Marco’s father rolled his eyes.

“Star, where’s that Mewni girl gone off to?” He asked.

“Oh! Star! Of course.” Tom laughed nervously. “She uhm… she’s actually in mewni right now. Her uh… mom needed to see her. She asked me to tell you but I forgot.” Tom made a up a lie as fast as he could and Angie and Raphael exchanged looks. It wasn’t like their son to forget. Angie walked over to Tom and put a hand on his shoulder, causing him to jump.

“Marco, dear, are you okay, you’ve been acting off today.” She reminded.

“Why do you ask?” Tom inquired. Angie gave him a knowing look.

“Because I love you, silly.” She grinned. Tom held still for a very long time. Angie thought he was her son, she loved her son. She was holding him very gently, she had no intent on hurting him at all. And she made him dinner too, not for any special reason, like diplomatic dinner. She made him a meal so he wouldn’t be hungry.

“I… I’m fine… I’ve just had a long day.” Tom smiled. “I think I’m going to lie down for a minute.” He told her. Angie nodded and gave him a kiss on the head, this made Tom’s eyes pop open and he gulped, unsure of what to make of this.

“Okay sweetie, just all if you need anything.” She told him. Tom nodded and scrambled to make it upstairs. When he did he sat down on the floor and thought for a very long time. An idea struck him and he pulled up Marco’s shirt a little bit; Marco’s body didn’t have any scars. Tom fixed the clothing, that only made him more confused. Why were Marco’s parents so weird? Were all parents like this?

Tom’s thoughts were interrupted when a portal opened and Star stepped through, followed by Marco in Tom’s body. “Okay guys, stand next to each other.” Star instructed. The boys did so and she chanted a spell, as fast as it started the adventure was over and the boys were in their regular bodies. “Hah! It worked!” Star exclaimed. “I was worried I screwed it up.” She giggled a little, blushing.

Neither of the boys were laughing, they were just sort of lost in thought. Marco looked over at Tom and touched his shoulder. “Uh… hey can we talk?” Marco asked gently. It all made sense to him now, after a spending a day in Tom’s life. Tom gulped and began to get very nervous.

“T-talk? Th-there’s nothing to talk about.” He said very fast.

“Tom, I-” Marco was cut off when the door to his room opened and his parents walked in. They smiled when they saw Marco had his friends.

“Oh! Star’s back, and she brought a little friend!” Angie gushed at Tom. “I’m happy you’re feeling better Marco.” She told him, then directed her attention at Star and Tom. “Are you hungry? We made dinner.” Angie offered. Star smiled big and took off down the stairs. Angie smiled and looked up at Tom. “What about you, cutie?” Angie asked. Tom looked up surprised. “Are you hungry dear?” She asked.

“We both are!” Marco interrupted. He took Tom’s hand and led him downstairs. “Let’s go.”

  • Blake: *During a trip to Vacuo Team Rwby have decided to spread one night exploring one of Vacuo's most famous cities Los Sega during which the four girls split up, Weiss and Ruby visiting the arcades while Blake and Yang went to multiple clubs and bar. However, the next day Blake woken with a aching pain as she slowly sat up in bed.* Mrrrrr, Ow my head. *The cat faunus groan as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes before opening and instantly becoming aware that she was not at the small hotel to which She and her friend were staying but instead a rather expensive penthouse sweet.* What the? Where?... Where am I?... And Why am I coooOOOH MY-!?! *Blake started to think to her as she looked around and became aware of three things that caused she to begin to shout her thoughts before smacking her mouth shut with her hands. First, aside from her sheet she was naked. Second, She was not the only one naked as her girlfriend laid also naked sleep beside her. And the third and most surprising to the huntress was the blonde cat ears upon Yang's head and, to Blake secret desire, a fluffy cat tail coming from her lovers butt.* Oh my god! Oh My God! What happened last night!? Why does Yang have a tail!? although it does complements her butt and hips very nicely-FORCE BELLADONNA! *Blake shouted to herself inside her mind, blushing as she ran herhands through her hair, only to pause for a moment as her cat ear felt something odd on one of her fingers.* Huh? What's this?.... Oh My god. *Blake quietly said as she stared at her hand, more specifically the golden ring with her girlfriend crest engraved on it around her ring finger.* Is this? It can't be... Can it? *Blake rambled to herself before quickly searching for Yang's hand to find another ring except with her crest engraved upon it.* OH god it is... Yang... YANG! WAKE UP!
  • Yang: Mah!? Huh? Wha? *Yang mumbled, rising up then rolling to her side and tiredly smiling at the site of Blake.* Hey Good morning Blakey. Did you sleep... Uh, Why does my ass hurt?
  • Blake: Yeah Morning to you too love. Yang do you remember ANYTHING from last night Because I think we may have gotten MARRIED? Also, Your butt hurts because you have a tail. *Blake questioned in a panic, taking a moment after to calmly answer her lover.*
  • Yang: *For a moment Yang stared at her panicking girlfriend, blinking twice, before looking at Blake's ring and raising her hand to look at her own, and lastly reaching behind her to take hold of her "tail" and giving it a tug.* Mph. Heh, I guess it wasn't a dream afterall.
  • Blake: WHAT WASN'T A DREAM YANG!?
  • Yang: Well you see. *Yang started as she moved to sit up, moaning slightly as she removed the tail from her behind causing Blake to blush.* Ah.~ That is going to be sore later. You see after the I think fifth bar we went to we got pretty smashed and you wanted going to this Faunus only club, to which I picked out that I wouldn't be allowed in. However, You got the great idea of making me look like a faunus and we proceed to go to the only store open that had Cat ear which happen to be a sex fetish shop where we got the cat ears. *Yang paused for a moment to feel the top of her head and removed said ears.* These. Anyway, Before we buy them I saw the tail and told you I wanted the tail so you could play with my ass since you love to do that. So we did. We then found a quiet private place, had a quickie which ended with the tail in my butt for the rest of the night as we went to the club you wanted. We drank, had fun, got into a bar fight, started a riot, ran from the cops, hide in a church, Possible dragged race a couple of midgets, I proposed to you, you said yes, bummed into I thought Sun's uncle who happened to be able to marry us, hit the tables at a casino, won like millions, got the honeymoon sweet, and made sweet passionate drunk love til we fell asleep. Aaaand that's about sums it up. Give or take a few times I passed out in between. *Yang said as a matter of fact with a smile. Blake Meanwhile stared at her Wife dumbfounded.*
  • Blake: ... And you remember ALL of that?
  • Yang: Blakey, My Last name may be Xiao-Long Belladonna but I'm still a Branwen. We may do stupid shit while drunk but we remember it all.
  • Blake: ... You... You took my last name?
  • Yang: Yep. *Yang nod with a pop to the "p".* You kinda did the same.
  • Blake: *Blake ran her hand over her face trying to process everything she just heard, muttering to herself how her parents were going to kill her before looking at the wedding ring on her finger once more.* Okay then. So where did we get the rings? Winnings from the money we won?
  • Yang: Actually... No. *Yang stated with pink cheeks.*
  • Blake: No? Yang, from just looking at this I can tell that this are pure gold rings with I think dust in the engraves.
  • Yang: Purple dust in mine. Orange red in yours. *Yang added trying to hide her blush.*
  • Blake: *It only took Blake a second before she realized with a soft gasp how Yang knew the exact details of before rings.* How... How long were you planning on asking me?
  • Yang: For as long as we have been dating. Though honestly, I was going to when and propose to you When we got back to Vale and went to Forever falls. *Yang admitted, unable to look at her wife out of embarrassment until her cheeks were cupped by Blake who lifted her face u to give her a gentle soft yet passionate kiss.*
  • Blake: *After a few minutes as the need for air became to great the two broke apart and Blake smile.* Well we can always have a proper wedding their AFTER you ask my parents for their blessing when explaining how you married their daughter.
  • Yang: *Yang Smiled brightly as she gave Blake another kiss and hugged her.* I am perfectly okay with that and having a blackeye from your dad during our wedding.
  • Blake: Hehehe, We'll wait till it heals but first I need a shower. *Blake said as she hopped out of bed and made her way to the bath room.
  • Yang: *yang meanwhile watch with glee as her naked wife exited the room and flopped back down of the bed as she heard the shower start.* Sigh, I finally married the girl of my dreams. Hehe, I wonder how Weiss and Ruby will react? Eh? *she ponder until she noticed her robotic hand was missing a finger.* What the? I don't remember losing a finger. Sigh< Maybe its around here somewhere. Go thing I got Ruby to put in those homing trackers on my arm. *Yang thought as she pressed a tiny button at the end of her arm when suddenly from the shower.*
  • Blake: Eh? AH! AAAAAAAWW!~ Y-YAAAAANGGGOD!~
  • Yang: SORRY KITTEN!!
  • ~Else where~
  • Ruby: WEISS! WEISS! WHERE ARE YOU!?
  • Weiss: I DON'T KNOW RUBY! ALL I SEE ARE STUFFED TOY URSAS!
  • Ruby: I THINK I'M CLOSE THEN! TELL ME IF YOU SEE ANY PUMKIN PETES! *Ruby shout as she swam through the stuff anaimal she has drunkenly won the night before.*
  • Weiss: I SWEAR THIS IS THE LAST TIME I AM TAKING YOU TO AN ARCADE!... Aw~ a cute plushie Zwei.

anonymous asked:

so i was watching the vlive last night and then jk said 고마워 to tae, tae legit looked offended and like wanted to fight and repeated 고마워? then jk corrected himself and said 고마워요. this shows so much difference, cuz if jk said that to jm, he wouldn't even notice it or would just smile it off. that's when i realized, wow kook/min must be really that close

I was pleasantly surprised by how many of you noticed that! In case there are some people wondering.. JK thanked Taehyung informally and Tae caught him, wasn’t impressed, and made him say it again in polite form. (The subs really don’t tell you everything that’s happening..English is just limited in that sense.)

That moment genuinely caught me off guard (~15:18) because it made me realize I knew less about Taehyung than I originally thought, and it reaffirmed my opinion on Kook/V in general… which leads to:

Anon: I saw you just answered what your opinion was on v/min interactions vs ji/kook. So I’m curious, what is you’re option on v/kook vs ji/kook?

I won’t ever do a full analysis on Kook/V because I honestly don’t know what I’d write. But instead I want to point something out about Tae.

Taehyung gets along with everybody because he’s somehow both mentally 5 and 65 and the sweetest guy without any boundaries… except that’s not it at all, he actually does have boundaries. And it can be a little jarring to see that in action (at least it is for me). He’s not exactly JK’s “partner in crime” - partners usually imply there is some kind of equality - and the only real “equal” pairs in BTS are V/Min and Rap/Hope (I dunno what you call that couple in English). The difference between Jungkook and Tae then, in my opinion at least, is that JK actually breaks boundaries and Taehyung only seems like he does. That’s all I’ll say about that pair.

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fandom: Haikyuu!!
pairing: KuroHina/OiHina
words: 3485
A/N: yet another one - and last - part of ’searching for your heart’, now only epilogue is left, I hope you’re excited ^u^

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They walked slowly, taking their time, holding hands and smiling, every now and then stopping for a kiss, and to be honest,Shouyou felt like a high school girl in love, embarrassingly so.

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Reflections of the Heart (Ch. 1)

Summary:

“Being told to dress up in a dinosaur onesie and have cereal catapulted at your face is a little odd. Waking up to find that you and your best friend have switched bodies? That’s fucking bizarre.”

(Or, the multi-chaptered, slightly smutty bodyswap fic that no one asked for. Featuring whiny/annoying!Dan, sassy/beguiling!Phil, unintentional innuendos, intentional innuendos, unnecessary kitchen supplies, and just a pinch of magic).

Word count: 2.2k (so far)

Rating: mature

Genre: humor, mostly

Warnings: swearing, very very brief mention of death (no one in the story dies or even thinks they might), light smut in later chapters

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Phil’s grandmother is dead.

It isn’t a recent development. According to Phil, she died when he was about ten, he thinks, of heart failure or whatever it is that actually kills old people who “go peacefully in their sleep.” And while she may or may not have possessed mystical powers, so far, there hasn’t been any evidence that she will come back.

It’s impressive, then, how she still manages to find a way to ruin Dan’s life.

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Pathetically

A/N: I posted this before but tumblr screwed up so I’m posting it again. 

Description: Phil isn’t sure what they are any more. Then he screws up. 

Word Count: 2K


Their situation is fucked up. Like… well and truly beyond what is normal.

Phil first met Dan four years ago. At the time Dan had a girlfriend. Phil can still remember the disappointment he’d felt at that. Dan was… everything he was attracted to. Smart, funny, sarcastic, quick witted… the fact that he was also very nice to look at didn’t help Phil’s immediate crush at all.

The first year he knew Dan was confusing. There were moments. Many moments between them. And Phil wasn’t sure if he was just projecting the feelings he couldn’t seem to will away on to innocent situations, or if there was actually tension between them.

They were glances amongst conversation when no one else was paying attention. Late nights texting each other well in to early hours of the morning. It was Dan always making sure he was sitting next to Phil and nudging him at every inside joke they had (because in that first year they shared so many jokes between them).

And it could have all been innocent.

But Phil wasn’t sure.

Then, exactly a year after they had met, Dan told him.

‘Emily and I broke up.’

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  • Sherlock: *pacing*
  • Molly: *fixing her dress in the mirror; smiling* Will you stop that? You'll be fine, she's already sort of met you once.
  • Sherlock: *glancing at the clock; dismissively* She's forgotten that.
  • Molly: *chuckles* You hope.
  • *knocking*
  • Sherlock: *looks at the window*
  • Molly: You'll be alright *pecks his lips* You ready?
  • Sherlock: *nods*
  • Molly: *dashes to her door, smoothing down her dress; opens her door* Hi, Mum.
  • Mummy Hooper: *hugging Molly* Hello, dear. It's nice of you to remember to wear some clothes-
  • Molly: *steps away; loudly* Mum, I'd like you to meet my boyfriend *stands next to Sherlock, linking fingers* Mum, this is Sherlock Holmes.
  • Mummy Hooper: *steps closer, smiling* Ah, Mr. Holmes, the one sleeping with my daughter *extends her hand*
  • Sherlock: *awkwardly shaking her hand* I'm sorry, I thought the door was locked.
  • Molly: *elbows him*
  • Sherlock: *clears his throat* Sherlock, please *forces a smile*
  • Molly: *gestures at the kitchen* I'll get the drinks, then *hurries to the kitchen*
  • Mummy Hooper: *sits on the sofa; grinning* So...do you work at Molly's hospital?
  • Sherlock: Something like that.
  • Mummy Hooper: *nods* Hmm, you seemed to like her lab coat.
  • Sherlock: *blushes*
  • Mummy Hooper: *rolls her eyes* Oh, son, don't worry about it. We're all adults and I've had my fair share of fun in the workplace, let me tell you-
  • Sherlock: *quickly* Actually, Mrs. Hooper... *glances at the kitchen door; lowers his voice* There was something I wanted to ask you.
  • Molly: *returns with a tray of drinks* Right, so...black coffee and your tea, Mum *places the tray on the coffee table* So, what were we talking about?
  • Sherlock: *hastily* Nothing!
  • Mummy Hooper: *tilts her head* You were just about to ask me something.
  • Sherlock: *chuckling nervously* No, I wasn't. That's the medication talking.
  • Mummy Hooper: *frowns* I'm not on medication!
  • Sherlock: *mutters* Not yet.
  • Molly: *looking between them, confused* Umm...
  • Sherlock: Biscuits. Thank you, Molly *kisses her cheek*
  • Molly: *blinking* Okay *walks back to the kitchen*
  • Sherlock: *to Mrs. Hooper, through gritted teeth* Forgive my haste in asking but I would like to ask your permission for Molly's hand in marriage. I have thought long and hard about my future and I cannot see spending it alone or with any other. I am in love with your daughter and, with your blessing, I hope to one day have the honour to call her my wife *swallows* Well? What do you say?
  • Mummy Hooper: *beaming; jumps up to hug him* Of course you can, you strange wonderful man. Thank you *whispers* Are you going to do it now?
  • Sherlock: *smiles* Not quite, no.
  • Molly: *returns with several packets of biscuits* I didn't know what you wanted so- *sees her Mum and Sherlock hugging* Oh, my God, what happened?
  • Mummy Hooper: *wiping the tears in her eyes* You have a wonderful boyfriend, Molly.
  • Molly: *smiles* Yeah?
  • Sherlock: *sighs* I do what I can.

valadationworld  asked:

OMG I THOUGHT OF A SCENARIO! how would the 2ps (allies and axis) propose to their s/o? O u o I really wanna read how 2p Canada would propose to me I I I mean their s/o *cough cough*

((Of course! I’d love to write a scenario about how they’ propose…especially the 2P!AmeCan brothers XD Sorry that this is a bit late- i was celebrating National Coffee Day~!))

Scenario: *How the 2P’s propose*

2P!America: This arrogant bastard would want a very exclamatory way of proposing, one in public so that he can show off his romance skills and love towards his S/O. With that in mind, maybe he’d propose to you on any other date, like at the amusement park or in a restaurant? He would kneel down, giving you a quick wink before showing you a beautiful engagement ring.

2P!England: He’s a guy that likes to keep it classy yet comfortable, whether it’s a date or a proposal; so, with this in mind, i think that Oliver would do a nice fancy restaurant, or, if his S/O isn’t interested n public proposals, maybe on a vacation while you two are alone? He’d devote a lot of time into ranting about everything he loves about them before finally whipping that ring out and popping the question :P

2P!France: Francois is a guy who doesn’t have a lot of anything; no money, no motivation, and no real relationship skills, but he’d make sure to have plenty of that before he proposes his S/O. A couple of months beforehand, they would notice him being slightly more…active. He would put effort into things, he would try to find a job, and he would especially stop going out with prostitutes. Hell, he even went to go get help for his smoking problem! While their S/O wasn’t exactly clear of the intentions, this was all in effort to prove to them that he can be more than enough for them; that he can provide more than just love. Finally, with the money he saved, he managed to get dinner at 58 Tour Eiffel, where he then proposed by putting his ring in your champagne glass, (hoping you wouldn't drink it and choke on it XD)

2P!Russia: Boyfriend/Girlfriend traditions confuse him to no extent, let alone fiancee rituals! So, with this in mind, he’d probably do something very personal and private; but still enough to make you want to exclaim it to everybody how he did it. So, he’d pin up all of the photos you guys have together on a wall, and in the middle of this grand collage he’s put a note that said “I have a problem i would like you to solve. Viktor and S/O have been dating for x amount of time, and have shared y amount of wonderful moments with each other. Creating a system of equations and solving for the variables, what is the likeness of S/O agreeing to Viktor’s marriage proposal?”. Then, he’d out the response as a multiple-choice setup, where all 4 of the options are “100%”.
Of course, as you are looking at it in shock, he’d sneak up behind you and whisper, “if you can’t figure it out, feel free to guess, snow angel.”

2P!China: Wang’s proposal ideas all somehow involved sex, so he actually got your co-workers to help him out to make it more endearing and surprising. He got them to trick you into thinking there was a last-minute meeting,and when you showed up, they began a presentation. At first it seemed business-related, including various statistics and such, but then all of a sudden a slide came up with his proposal. While you are busy in shock, Wang comes out from underneath the table with the ring! 

2P!Canada: Poor Mattie’s probably been trying to think of a way to propose for mooooooonths! He’s known for a while that he wants to pop the question, but there’s never been an opportunity or suiting circumstance to take advantage of. Also, he’s been coming up with real shitty ideas. That’s also been a big factor XD So, he got Allen and Oliver’s help! They suggested that, since you both like nature to a certain extent, incorporate that in somehow. Also, Christmas was coming up, so you’d be too busy last-minute shopping to notice him getting preparations done himself.
So, when Christmas rolled around, and practically all of the 2P’s were around giving presents, you were unsuspecting of what happened. When he gave you his present, it turned out to be a (bunny,kitten,or puppy XD) with a red ribbon tied around its neck! As if that weren't sweet enough, he asked you to undo the bow, revealing an engagement ring hidden behind the silk! While you were gushing over the proposal, and the pet, and the entire surprise of it all, half of the 2P’s were taking pictures and videos, while the other half was clapping and whooping. Some were shouting “Get some, Mattie!” (*glares at Allen, Wang, and Lutz)

2P!Prussia: This guy wants to make it special! He wants to wow you to no extent! He wants to show you just what he;s capable of! So, h chose a public proposal. I mean, he was nervous about being in public…and proposing…in public…but he still wanted to assure you that he’s willing to overcome his fears to make you happy! So, you guys went out on your last date as boyfriend and girlfriend, unbeknownst to you, and wet somewhere pretty standard (a park, a restaurant, anywhere public!) and he suddenly asked for someone to take a picture of you two. You were surprised by his assertiveness, because he usually whispered to you to ask others for those kind of things, so you were too happy to notice him sneaking something behind his back as the stranger took his phone and aimed it at you two posing. Although, halfway through, Gilen instead gets on one knee, allowing you to look down at him in shock. While his face is flushing in both embarrassment, happiness, and anxiety, his world slows as the stranger takes a picture and you cover your mouth.

2P!Romano: Flavio knew from the beginning he wanted his to be at a party, surrounded by all of the 2P’s so that they can get jealous of him and his soon-to-be fiancee. So, he invited you to your standard 2P party, and you guys enjoyed yourselves normally for the first half. Although, when he saw you drinking at the bar, he casually asked Lutz to throw the ring into one of your drinks. Of course, when you put the drink to your lips to drink and saw the ring floating in the fluid, you immediately slammed it back down in utter shock; startling everyone within a 10-foot radius. When you whipped your head around to look for Flavio, you found him waiting patiently standing behind you with his arms held out for a hug. “So is that a yes or a no, bella?” he asked, not getting on his knees until Lutz tossed him back the ring.

2P!Spain: Santiago was smooth, and he knew how to woo women; and you were no exception. He invited you and a couple other close friends (2P’s or not, doesn’t matter) to a beach vacation, very casually suggesting that it’s “too fucking boring staying inside when it’s so hot out”. Prior to leaving, he prepared a glass bottle, scribbled his full proposal onto an older-looking piece of parchment paper, and wrapped it with a ribbon, tying one of the ends with the ring. When you guys actually showed up to the beach, he snuck away to bury it near your towels without you knowing (except for some of your close friends so that they can film it). Santiago said he wanted to build a sand castle, one with a deep moat, so it wasn’t all that suspicious for both of you to be digging, but what was suspicious were your friends filming you two (but you thought they were just going to post it to Facebook with some weird hashtag). When you two found the bottle, and you read the parchment to find out he had planned it all along, you finally understood why your snickering friends seemed so giddy. The whole scenario reminded you of the great pirate stories he tells you~

2P!Germany: Lutz has always been a silly unexpected kind of guy, and his proposal was no different. He got a large box, large enough to fit himself into, and had another 2P take a note that said “The gift inside this box is yours to have for a lifetime.”  You were confused about two things the day it happened, where the fuck your boyfriend was, and why the hell there was a ginormous package on your front step. Reading the note only got you more confused, yet still eager, as you opened it, revealing your boyfriend in a tux and covered in packing peanuts. Before you could even ask what he was doing, he extended the ring box nervously. “Marry me, frau!?” he shouted, much louder than intended. His plan didn’t go…well, according to plan after a certain point, so even he was surprised by his nervous composure.

2P!Japan: Kuro had a plan for a modest private proposal from the very beginning, and took weeks to plan out the details. When you two came home from a wonderful date, you were surprised to see candles leading their way into the bedroom, rose petals scattered around them as a path. Following in pleased shock, Kuro was flattered to see his arrangements precisely as he planned; a tray of japanese desserts on the bed with a small box and note. The note simply read “i swear on everything to protect your life and happiness. It would be a great honor if you could allow me to take your hand in marriage.” When you looked over at Kuro, you saw him smiling at you expectantly. “What do you say, my love?”
Meanwhile, around the corner, Luciano had a lighter in his hand. “It looks like my job here is done…” he says to himself. (In case it wasn't obvious, he set up the arrangements while you were away, as per Kuro’s request, and the lighter is what he used to light the candles XD Did you think that Kuro would leave lit candles burning unsupervised in your home?)

2P!Italy: What can he say? Luci’s just suave as fuck~, so of course he had a plan to propose! How he’d propose had been a question that he asked himself several times in your relationship, but it wasn’t too long ago that this idea came to his mind.
When you came back home after an exhausting day at work, you were shocked to see the ceiling had ribbons hanging, and at the end of them you were on eye level with a photo of various times you’ve spent with Luciano. As you got farther down the path, towards your shared bedroom, the photos became more and more recent. The last photo you saw was from the last date you two went on. Looking behind it, you saw Luciano down on one knee with a ring in his hand.
“Bella, i’ve had so many great memories with you…let this be another?” He asks affectionately,yet having a confident glimmer in his eye that showed he was pretty sure of what your answer was going to be.

((This was so cute! My personal favorites were Matt, Francois, Santiago, and Viktor, but mostly because they were really cute, and/or really unique. Hope you enjoyed~!))

They're Back ~An Everlark One-Shot~

This fic was inspired by the ever talented Leticia ( unicorn-feelings), who managed to create such a wonderful edit of Everlark that it actually brought me to tears. It looks so realistic, like something that actually came from the movie, so naturally, I had to write a fic to go along with it.

Essentially, I’m denying that the last part of Mockingjay Part 1 even happened lol, but I think that’s better off. Katniss and Peeta deserve the world, deserve to be happy.

So, without further adoooo~

“They’re back.”

Those two simple words are enough to send a bolt of energy, of anxiety, of relief, surging through my body.

I was petrified that the rescue mission was going to fail, and end up with fatal consequences. The moment we lost contact with the rebels, those brave souls who risked their lives for my request, I thought it was all over.

Not only did I believe I had lost Gale, but Peeta as well. 

The person who understands me in all of this. The person I would die to protect. The person I cannot live without.

But somehow, fate have it, they managed to return, safe and sound.

It takes me a moment to process what Haymitch just told me, before I’m barreling out the door, running blindly as I careen for the piece of my life that has been missing for far too long.

I think I can hear Finnick behind me, but I’m too wrapped around my own motives to pay him much notice. We arrive into the main ward of the District Thirteen hospital together, and immediately my eyes are scanning around.

He’s not here, or at least I don’t think so. But others certainly are.

I spy an emaciated feminine body on a gurney, and I find myself doing a double take.

“Johanna?” I weakly croak out.

She rips the breathing tube out of her nose, shoving medical attendants away, before giving me a sneer smile.

I stare at her agape, unable to say anything more. I’m absolutely horrified at her appearance; she has changed so much. 

If the Capitol was able to inflict that much damage on her, someone who wasn’t directly associated with me, then what they did to Peeta would have to be…

My throat clenches painfully, and I shake my head curtly to snap myself out of my thoughts.

No, he’s here. I have to remind myself that. He’s here in District Thirteen, alive.

It doesn’t matter if he’s completely bruised, battered, beaten and bloody; he’s Peeta. He’s my Peeta. And I will never let him from my sight again.

I jolt away from Johanna just in time to see Finnick crashing into Annie, their embrace tight and filled with tears. Is that how my reunion with Peeta will be?

Various nurses point me in the right direction, and I stumble towards the small hospital room in a daze. Giddiness has begun to flow through me, overtaking any fears I was once feeling.

Peeta. Peeta. Peeta.

His name sounds in my mind over and over again, causing my heart to race.

I can picture his shinning blue eyes, staring into mine with so much affection and gentleness laced behind them. I can hear the sound of his voice, the soft, sweet tone that never fails to soothe me. I can feel the strength of his arms, the solidity and warmth of his embrace.

It doesn’t even sink in that I’m crying, tears dripping periodically down my cheeks as my gait speeds up to a run.

Peeta. Peeta. Peeta.

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anonymous asked:

I know this is impossible because Misha's brain but what could possibly be going through his head when he brought up Jensen's trailer? When they tease each other and imply the other has a crush on them, it just makes me think that maybe they are just friends. I mean wouldn't they want to keep it secret? I love cockles but I admit I don't understand this stuff and I just never know how to feel about these things. I think you have some great insight when it comes to Misha so is it a good thing?

Well—first of all, thank you. I love talking about Misha and Jensen’s friendship because at its roots, that’s what it is. Whether anything romantic is happening or not, those two are still very, very close. And like with any very, very close friendship—the people around them can wonder “just how close are they?”

It happened with my best friend. We were both considered lesbians while we were growing up because we were just so close … and we played into that because, well … why the hell not? It wasn’t really not true. We may not have been sleeping together, but we were extremely intimate. We always said we’d end up together some day. We called each other “my other half” and “my soul mate” so really—I think a very close friend is basically a lover without the skin to skin.

Now, with Jensen and Misha … I feel like they may be very much the same way. I (sadly) don’t have any evidence to prove the skin to skin stuff, so I can’t say if they are sleeping together … but it’s a lovely thought to have, and I wouldn’t be surprised if they were; because the one thing that my best friend and I didn’t do, was check each other out all the time. Jensen and Misha always look one another up and down, and stare at the other’s backsides, and lick their lips when they are looking at the other speak. Yeah … I didn’t do that with my friend. So, the fact that Jensen and Misha do do that, probably leads all the people who are constantly around them—to tease them about being closer than they let on. Since that whole cast and crew is so tight knit, I imagine that this teasing soon turned into a running joke. Every actor has pretty much said so at one point or another. Ruth talks about the “crushes” on set and others talk about how Misha loves it when Jensen sings … it’s not a secret that they all are aware of the closeness between those two.

Now—as for Misha’s comment … let’s just think about Misha’s personality for a second. He is not one to hide from something. He doesn’t shy away or get embarrassed by most ideas and comments that are thrown at him; so when friends, family, fans … basically anyone, comes up and says “Dude, why are you flirting with Jensen so much?” he wouldn’t respond with “Me? No! I would never!”

That’s just not Misha’s style.

He’d more likely say: “Well, what else would you want me to do?”

Misha likes to play along, he likes to go with the joke—and he often likes to further the joke, because he enjoys turning things around on people. People who tease are usually pretty easy to tease back and Misha knows that. My friend and I did the same thing. When someone would be like “Are you two lesbians or something?” Instead of denying it, we’d grab each other, slip our hands into each other’s back pockets and just say “Maybe. So what?”

That person would usually get flustered and leave us alone. Misha defuses situations by playing into them.

Now, with that being said—when it comes to his close friends, I’m sure he’s not trying to get rid of them when they make those comments, he probably just enjoys the easiness of going with the joke. It makes him feel like part of the fun rather than on the outside of it, and I think that honestly—that’s all that “Jensen’s trailer” comment was. It was him just being part of the fun. Turning the conversation back to a running joke that is familiar to both him and Mark. It made that situation, that moment, more friendly and comfortable for the both of them. Everyone does this with their friends; and it usually always sounds weird to someone who isn’t on the inside with them.

But just because this all is a running joke on set, doesn’t necessarily mean that Cockles isn’t real … it’s just not that big of a deal.

The people who are on or work for Supernatural may know about the real relationship between Jensen and Misha, or they may know that there isn’t anything sexual between them, or they don’t know anything for certain and they wouldn’t care either way. No matter what, Jensen and Misha probably don’t go around announcing that they fucked the night before. And if they are trying to keep something secret… well, being really secretive is usually the quickest way of telling people that you have something to hide. However, again … if you go along with a joke or mock an idea, you come off looking less suspicious.

Again … Misha knows this.

And he’s good at it.

Unlike Jensen.

Jensen is my biggest tell that they might actually be romantically involved. Where Misha always acts like he’s just messing around and teasing and having fun, Jensen tries to do the same thing … but the boy kind of sucks at it.

Jensen will joke about Misha—trying to act like there’s nothing going on, but usually, he just ends up complimenting some physical aspect of the man, or saying something he didn’t intend to say, then he gets all flustered and quiet. Like the “that’s how he sounds in the morning” comment. He was trying to tease the guy about the squeaky voice he just used, but ended up putting the spotlight on himself.

God bless Jensen and his horrible subtly.

So, I know I rambled just now but hopefully you got what I was trying to say. Friendships and relationships and human actions and error are all multidimensional and can’t be defined in one instance. We often judge without thinking of how we ourselves do things. Put yourself into these situations, how would you act? What would you mean by doing it? What would you say?

There are no exact definitions and no one can climb inside someone else’s head to figure out what’s going on, but we can assume as long as we keep things based on human nature.

I truly believe that Jensen and Misha—at least once, have been romantic. That is just my opinion, but I do believe it’s true. How Misha acts and especially how Jensen acts lead me to that conclusion; but I am not going down swinging on that idea. If Chuck himself came down to me and said that those two were only friends, I’d accept that easily—because their friendship is beautiful and close, and I know from personal experience, just how happy a friendship like that can make someone. So just because kissing and sex wasn’t involved, doesn’t mean that a level of intimacy wasn’t felt.

Cockles is real … it’s real because those two care about each other.

mademoiselle-leah-mae-deactivat  asked:

Hi, I've read your story of Nico and Will taking care of Carter several times and I still find it extremely cute. I was wondering if you wouldn't mind continuing it.

I feel like I should call this, like, RETURN OF THE BABY

Part 1


Carter grew up fast, learning and discovering and laughing constantly. By most baby standards, Carter was an extremely happy child. He smiled and giggled almost constantly and only really ever moped and stayed in a bad mood the week Nico had gone to California on an art gallery deal.  (Will hated that week. His son was very unhappy and he had no husband, he didn’t like to think about it much.)  Carter clung to Nico in a way that made Will wonder if it was healthy, which is why it was so terrible for them to be apart. But all in all, Will considered himself incredibly lucky. His son was everything he could ever ask for and more, not to even mention his husband. 

Said husband was currently making dinner while Carter and Will were snuggled on the couch watching an old episode of Curious George. Carter laughed loudly when George fell into a basket and Will couldn’t help the grin that spread across his face. There was something so perfect about how domestic the situation felt. He looked down at his two-year-old son, his bright, intelligent blue eyes shone with mirth the color of the deepest part of the ocean. His eyes were so cobalt blue, Nico often commented that they looked like Jason’s. His black, curly hair stood out against his tan complexion from two long summers spent outside in the hot New York sun. 

“I miei amori,” Nico called from the kitchen. “My loves, dinner’s ready. Come eat.”

Will scooped Carter up, squealing anytime he hears anything about food, and carried him into the kitchen. Will gently set him in his highchair and upon his butt hitting the seat, he started chanting for food. 

“That’s all you, ya’ know?” Will said, referring to Carter’s obsession with eating. He had taken up his spoon and was now banging it on his tray to show is disapproval at being ignored. Nico simply chuckled and smiled at Will. 

“Because he hasn’t learned anything from you.” 

“Now I never said that, but you’re the foodie.” Will smiled softly and kissed Nico’s forehead before sitting down at the table. Nico sat on the opposite side of the table and Carter’s highchair was at the head so both men had quick access to him when he got testy and started throwing his food.

Carter screeched and Will took that as a sign to start eating. When dinner was done, Carter was wearing almost all of his mashed potatoes and had thrown the peas Will tried to get him to eat. The action earned a laugh from Nico and a pout from Will. 

“Why don’t you bathe the little pea hating monster and I’ll clean up from dinner.” It wasn’t really a question, this was there nightly routine. Nico washed the dishes and Will bathed Carter. They both tucked him into bed and then snuggled and watched some sappy movie on the Hallmark channel. It happened every night and Will couldn’t possibly love it any more. 

Will picked Carter up before giving Nico a quick kiss on the lips and heading toward the bathroom.

“Da don’t wanna bath.” Carter huffed, crossing his arms and clutching his favorite teddy bear. 

“Da’s not taking a bath.” Will replied, setting him on the sink gently and filling the tub. “You are.”

“No bath!” Carter yelled. “No bath! No bath! No-”

“What’s this I hear about no baths?” Nico said, stepping into the bathroom. Carter instantly fell silent, trying to hide behind his bear. Nico crossed his arms and leaned against the door frame. “Do you not want a bath?” 

Carter suddenly became very interested in the tag on his bear. The tag Will knew bore Nico’s messy, three-year-old handwriting. Nico di Angelo Venice. Will smiled at the thought. “Papa takes baths.” Will said knowing that anything Nico did, Carter would want to do too. Nico shot him a look. I’m scared of water. Will smirked and sent him one back. You take baths with me. Nico blushed slightly and looked away as Carter’s eyes got big and his mouth formed a tiny “o” before he practically jumped into the tub.

After he was clean and put into his pajamas, Will carried Carter to his room where Nico was already waiting with his favorite book and his bear. Nico read quietly to him, lying next to him on his bed with Will listening quietly in the chair in the corner of the room. When the book ended, Carter was already sleeping soundly. Nico got up slowly, careful not to disturb him and took Will’s outstretched hand. Will led him to their bedroom, pulling Nico down on the bed next to him once they got there.

“He practically worships you.” Will said without jealously.

Nico snorted. “He does not.”

“He clings to you and wants to do everything you do. He gets really upset when you’re not home.” Will replied, running his fingers through Nico’s silky hair. 

“Does that upset you?” Nico asked, lifting his head up to look at Will.

“No.” Will shook his head and Nico put his head back on Will’s chest. “Contrary to your belief, you’re actually a really good person. I’m glad he looks up to you.”

“Well, he loves you too.” Nico replied sleepily. 

“I know. I love him. I love you both so much.” Will kissed the top of Nico’s head. Will didn’t have to look to know that Nico was already asleep.


I apologize for any errors in my Italian, as I don’t speak the language. 

anonymous asked:

Thoughts on Stevens dad so far?

I really like Greg a lot. He comes across a bit of a goofball – I suspect that is not just an impression – but very sincere. That’s a combination I find terribly charming.

It’s clear that he adores Steven (and that Steven adores him), and that they love spending time together. I really like how so far, every time I’ve seen Greg, he’s very attentive to what Steven’s needing from him, while at the same time pretty much never knowing what that is. But he TRIES, and it’s the effort that means everything to me.

I don’t know a lot of his backstory yet of course, just impressions. He obviously loves music, but that career never took off. He loved Rose, but seems uncomfortable with “Gem stuff”. It looks like he has a distant relationship with the other Gems, but I don’t know if that’s by choice or design (or both).

Generally, Greg strikes me as a genuinely good guy with a huge heart but otherwise fairly unremarkable, trying to do his best in a situation that is really so much larger than he is.

I feel like this image may perfectly sum up Greg Universe:

But there are a lot of questions I have about Greg, because what DOESN’T leave you with questions in this fucking show?

He has a car wash business, which doesn’t seem to be too terribly lucrative, given that he’s living in his van. Though I suppose also that could be by choice. Whatever that situation, Greg makes enough money to eat, to have a decent supply of tank tops, and to keep said business running, as well as pay for storage for everything that wouldn’t fit in the van. Though now I’m thinking about it, I wonder if that goes even further? I’m thinking about this line in “Lars and the Cool Kids”:

Which I laughed at as a bit of meta elbow-nudging, like tee-hee these things just happen in tv shows, isn’t it silly! But I don’t know that I trust this show to “just happen” anything. I can’t believe the Gems work “regular” jobs. It’s really possible they get some kind of stipend or are given free goods and necessities and stuff by Beach City in exchange for/as thanks for protecting them. This ties back to that other Ask the other day about how Gems impact human history. I don’t know answers for that. But DO know Steven needs clothes and food and video games and toys and replacement mobile phones after Garnet snaps them.

Pearl mentioned in the first episode that she went back and paid for the Cookie Cats after Amethyst took them, so they obviously have at least a functioning idea of how buying stuff works, and that it’s expected of them. (And that Amethyst doesn’t give a shit about any of that, but that’s Amethyst.)

I’m rambling a bit. I guess my point is, the Gems know they need money, but they aren’t making it themselves. Unless that is a story we’ve yet to see, of course. And now please join me in imagining the Gems working boring entry level jobs, as I think you’ll agree it’s pretty fantastic. I don’t think that’s the case though. So if the Gems need money (and HAVE money) but aren’t making it themselves, it has to come from somewhere. The city itself being a possible source. Another possible source is Greg.

Which may again account for why he lives in his van. Which is kind of amazing if that’s the case. It’s so easy to dismiss Greg living in his van as a sign that he’s a loser or a deadbeat, “helped” by his appearance, which is always with a white tank top and cut-off shorts and what I’m fairly confident would be a mullet if he had enough hair on top.

But one of the distinguishing features for Greg is his perpetual tan/sunburn.

Which shows that the tanktop and cut-off shorts we always see isn’t what he usually wears. Greg normally wears a short-sleeve shirt and a pair of pants. In the blazing sun. A LOT.

Like you might if you’re working mad hours in a car wash and giving so much of what you make to support of your son that you live in a van.

I was going to say that I think there’s a lot more to Greg than meets the eye, but I actually don’t know that’s accurate. I think Greg is a pretty simple guy (that’s not a criticism, I think he’s genuine and uncomplicated; oh my gosh he just wanted some ice cream), but I think there’s more to his SITUATION than meets the eye. Or rather it’s right there in front of you, you just have to get past your stereotypes and assumptions to see it.

[As always, please no confirmation or denying of anything said here. I’m blissfully spoiler-free, and appreciate your help in staying that way!]

themagicaldolly  asked:

The other day when you were doing your liveblog of crystal you mentioned the difference in numbers on NQS bed/slab and I was wondering what you thought of the headcanon of those being the number of the current Serenity. Certainly it seems to me more a title than an actual name and Queen Serenity [Usagi's past mom] Can't have been the first I wouldn't think. So maybe that's it? It would explain the number but also make the scene slightly darker as that would make the room NQS tomb.

I think it’s a cool theory to bandy about!  As I was turning it over in my head, the biggest question that kept nagging at me was, “Well, we know they live a thousand years because of the Silver Crystal, so having Usagi be Serenity #1833 would mean that stretches back a long time.  And how do they know the history of the Serenity lineage?  We don’t know that much about Queen Serenity and their memories may not be complete….”

The questions sort of spiraled off from there and it got me to thinking–when they travel to Crystal Tokyo, King Endymion explains a bunch of things to them:

That’s the Miss Dream version.  Rachel’s Sailor Moon translations have it as:

The life-span of the Silver Millennium family is about 1,000 years.  They grow at the same rate as normal people until adulthood, and then their aging halts. At 22, Serenity was crowned queen and gave birth to the first princess. She’s remained that way ever since then.

It was all due to the Mythical Silver Crystal’s power.

I also received that power, and I gained long life just like the Silver Millennium family.

It wasn’t just us. After we took the throne in the 21st Century, an era of long life began in Crystal Tokyo, because of the Silver Millennium.

Now, nearly everyone on Earth has gained long life from the Mythical Silver Crystal’s power. 

Kodansha’s version says:

The lifespan of a Silver Millennium native is roughly a thousand years. From birth to adulthood, our kind ages at about the same rate as humans, but after adulthood is reached, the speed of aging comes to a halt.

Serenity assumed the throne at age twenty-two, gave birth to the Crown Princess, and has maintained the same appearance since then.

It was all due to the power of the “Legendary Silver Crystal.”

I also received its power and obtained the same lifespan as a Silver Millennium native.

It wasn’t just the two of us, either.  Ever since the twenty-first century, the citizens of Crystal Tokyo also received the lifespan of Silver Millennium natives.

In fact, nearly all the denizens of the Earth… have received power and long lives from the “Legendary Silver Crystal”.

Now, of course, this was before Naoko wrote the Dream arc and probably before she created the Golden Crystal, before she knew Mamoru had the role of Sailor Earth, basically.  (Though, you could argue that the Golden Crystal doesn’t work the same as the Silver Crystal, of course.  We don’t know if the lengthening of lives was a powerful Sailor Crystal thing or if it was unique to the Silver Crystal only.)

But my question is:  How do they know this?  Did they recover more of their memories?  Is this something Queen Serenity talked to them about?  She’s not from this solar system, she came here at some point in the past, but how long ago was that?  Do we know how old she was?

If this is only a thousand years into the future, how do the know that they’re only going to live an extra thousand years?  Did they just assume it?  Or did they get hard evidence from somewhere?

Personally, my theory is that they don’t know what they’re talking about at this point, that they’re making educated guesses, but they don’t have all the knowledge they would need yet.  They don’t have any knowledge of the Golden Crystal yet, they don’t seem to know much about other solar systems/the rest of the galaxy, etc.  Maybe they do live longer than a thousand years?

But back to the original point–what those numbers mean.  I really think that they were just there to look cool, that they didn’t mean anything.  I keep getting the feeling that the original timeline of the 30th Century (before Chibi-Usa went back in time, before they had pre-knowledge of a few things that were going to happen) was kind of massively in the dark about a lot of stuff (ie, if they knew Nemesis was going to be a problem, they wouldn’t have just forgotten about it, so maybe they changed that part of history in the second timeline), so how would they know what number Serenity they were on?

SQW Summer 2016 - Day 3: Insecurities

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The fact that someone from the outside world managed to contact Emma was concerning enough, but when the blonde called her at two in the morning from a payphone in Boston, Regina knew she wasn’t going to be getting much sleep for the next week.

“But you’ve already been gone a week,” she’d insisted, her voice husky from sleep and deepening with frustration. “Henry’s been worried. I've been worried.”

“I know, I’m sorry,” said Emma, and her tired sigh could be easily heard even over their atrocious, crackling phone connection. “But I’ve gotta finish this, I owe him that much.”

Her old employer from Boston had finally called in the favor she owed him, and she respected the guy well enough to agree to it. He’d helped get her back on her feet when she’d first gotten into the bail-bondsperson work, so there had been no hesitation when he tracked down her number one day and had her driving out to Boston that same night.

“Just come home soon, Emma. Please.” Regina was starting to hate sleeping alone. She hadn’t slept alone ever since Emma moved in a year ago, and now she twisted absently at the engagement ring on her finger, a habit she’d picked up almost immediately after her fiancée had put the ring there a month ago. “I hate you being so far away.”

“Me too,” the blonde breathed out, longing in her voice. “I miss you too, Regina.”

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