i'm not one to judge but this is a bit weird

This is fine


Draco rolled on his sheets, his skin warm because of the covers and the soft light shining through his bedside window.

It was good, those new sheets, that new bedroom. The purple curtains weren’t something he would’ve picked himself but being an eighth year came with its advantages and disadvantages.

He turned again, his eyes still closed. Having his own room at Hogwarts was something he would never have thought could be so great. The silence, the privacy, being able to come and go whenever he wanted. Well, not that he could wander around past curfew but even if he did no one would know.

Draco finally opened his eyes, the sunlight strangely bright for that time of-


Draco launched himself off the covers, his legs still tangled in the sheets making him tumble straight to the floor. He cursed again, louder this time, but who cares. He was alone in his room, no one to wake up and, oh well, no one to wake him up either.

So he was late, even though he was sure he’d set up his wand to wake him up.

Great, now his morning had everything to be even shinier than normal. He hated getting up late and had managed just fine to arrive to classes in time until now. He hated it because being late meant receiving unwanted attention from professors who already despised him and classmates who wanted him dead. Potter was usually the one to burst into classes after it’d already begun but all he always got for that were welcoming smiles and good mornings.

Draco grabbed the first pair of black trousers he spotted near his nightstand, putting them on while searching for his belt. He wrapped his green and silver tie loosely around his neck, his black shirt still completely unbuttoned. Draco cast a quick cleaning spell on his mouth, hurriedly heading for the door with shoes in one hand and bag in the other. The common room was most definitely empty so he would just finish getting ready-


A loud thud caught Draco’s attention, wand instantly in hand as an instinct. He should have expected, should have exhaled, turned on his heel and darted out of there because he knew he was just going to be even later now.

But how in Merlin’s name could he turn around on a Potter still in his boxers, black boxers and a Gryffindor tie hanging around his neck like the bloody corridor was an extension of his room. Potter looked up, his cheeks red and an apologetic smile on his face, something that only contributed to unbalance Draco more.

The blond was gaping, his own blood rushing to his cheeks because his eyes couldn’t stay on Potter’s ugly glasses, they had to aknowledge his shoulders, covered in tiny brown freckles; scan his chest and his stomach- fuck, Potter had abs, and his hips, Draco’s eyes could trace his V line…

He froze, closing his eyes like that was the only way he knew how to stop unashamedly maping the Gryffindor’s body.

He opened them when his breathing had evened out to find Potter doing the exact same thing he’d done.

'I- I’m late’ Draco blurted out, startling Potter who seemed to be unaware of what he was doing.

'Yeah, me too’ His green eyes fixed on something above Draco’s head.

'You’re always late, this isn’t- ’

'What happened to your hair?’ Potter took a step towards him, his shame of being half naked completely forgotten. Draco’s wand remained firmly secured in his hand, though he doubted he’d have the will to point it at Potter even if he had to.

Merlin, he was… hot. That was the word, there was no way he could lie about that. Draco was eighteen and gay and Potter was eighteen and hot and- and so Potter. He should turn around and run the fuck away from there, that corridor was too small for two people to stand at a safe distance and Potter didn’t seem to even want to stand at a safe distance.

He was still looking at Draco’s hair like it was made of gold.

'I didn’t have time to comb it’

Draco looked at Potter’s head, wondering for a second if the Gryffindor had ever brushed his hair.

The dark brown locks curled chaotically around the edges, falling on his forehead and almost covering the scar. His hair was longer than Draco had ever seen it, probably longer than when they were fourteen and Draco first experienced how it was like to develop a crush on someone.

When Potter lowered his eyes Draco could see only thin rings of green around dilated pupils.

'Why would you comb it?’

There, he knew Potter had never brushed his hair. That was be the best opportunity to mock him about it, Draco just needed to open his mouth and-

Warm fingers pushed Draco’s locks away from his eyes, his mouth already open but his mind suddenly blank. Potter was so close Draco had to tip his head slightly down to look at him. His fingers ran through the strands, pressing lightly against his scalp. Draco’s breathing became shallow, his whole body tingling with the sudden proximity.

'I- I need to go’ Draco’s hand reached for his bag as fast as he could. He darted past a surprised Potter on his way to the stairs, Potter’s fingers that were tangled in Draco’s hair falling to his pale neck, touching it lightly for a second.

He wanted to stay, fuck, all he wanted to do was stay. That was the main reason he should go immediately because if he felt Potter’s warmth against his skin for another minute he wouldn’t be able to hold back.

When Draco turned around to catch a last glimpse of Potter, green eyes met grey. He gulped, turning on his heel and heading towards their common room.

Despite being so late Draco decided to keep a slow pace. He closed his eyes for a second, trying to keep in his memory the feeling of Harry’s fingers against his neck.


Draco opened his eyes the next morning to find, fortunately, that he was on time.

He sighed, images of the previous day flashing through his mind. He got up, shaking that weird feeling away, and set out for his trunk.

This time Draco decided to go with his best green silk shirt and some tight black trousers - he was in a good mood after all - paired with a silver tie. He was about to grab his bag when Draco remembered he hadn’t combed his hair again, darting his eyes to the mirror hanging on his door.

It looked… messy, but maybe not in a bad way. He ran his fingers through it, pushing the strands back and watching as a few fell on his forehead. Okay, he could try that. His father would totally reprimand him if he knew but Draco decided to go for it anyway.

He closed the door behind him, his eyes already searching for that door opposite his. Potter’s room.

It was locked and no movement could be heard from outside.

Late again, he thought to himself, lingering on the first step of the circular stair. He looked back again, waiting for something he didn’t quite know. No sound, nothing.

He’s definitely going to be late.

Fuck, Draco looked at his pocket watch, confirming that if he turned around now he’d get exactly on time for his first class of the day.

He could knock, a small voice that sounded a lot like his mother’s resonated inside his head.

Draco looked around, checking if he was in fact alone before darting towards Potter’s door, knocking twice. He waited a bit, knocked again. No response.

Maybe he’s not in there, he thought.

Maybe he’s not feeling well, his other inner voice said.

Draco didn’t care, he should just go. But his hand was already on the door knob, twisting it. It clicked, easily letting Draco in despite a red alarm screaming inside his head.

'Potter?’ His voice was low but in the quiet room it sounded much louder to his ears.

The curtains of the only bed in the room were closed, but Draco could immediately tell Potter was there. His deep breathing told Draco that the Gryffindor was sound asleep, the sunrays making his silhouette distinguishable through the curtains.

The alarms were louder now but Draco couldn’t walk away anymore.

He pulled the curtains slowly.

'Potter, you’re- ’


Potter was on his back, a soft blanket covering one of his legs and his waist in a way Draco could see he had nothing beneath it. He was naked, completely naked under that thin layer of cotton.

Draco’s fingertips were tingling, his throat suddenly dry. He wanted to touch, but Merlin he couldn’t even afford to think that.

'Potter, wake up’ he spoke louder this time and Potter all but groaned in his sleep. Draco felt something boiling inside him, anger and lust mixed together.

'Potter, wake up!’ His hand reached for Potter’s shoulder, shaking him before he could stop himself.

A strong grip in his hand pulled him forward and before Draco knew what was happening he found shimself underneath Potter who had his wand pointed at Draco’s throat, a dangerous look on his face.

'Malfoy, what… Fuck, what are you doing here?’

Potter lowered his wand without a second thought, placing it on the nightstand, his expression turning into one of confusion.

Draco stood frozen, his mouth hanging open because the second Potter recognized him all the bastard did was relax, sitting on top of Draco’s thighs like that was the most obvious thing to do when you find your enemy inside your room.

And Draco could feel it. Feel it against his stomach even though the blanket was preventing him from actually seeing it. He darted his eyes up the moment he realized he was staring at it to find Potter already looking at him. He was blushing, green eyes wide open like he’d just realized the strange position they were in.

The thing was, Potter didn’t move, not off Draco at least.

'We’re late,’ Draco’s voice was hoarse when he spoke.

Potter rolled his eyes to what he judged useless information.

'Are those the only words you know?’

That ungrateful git. Draco tried to push him away, shifting his thighs in a way that forced Potter to grab onto something to avoid falling off his own bed. He obviously chose to grab onto Draco’s shirt, tearing up two buttons with the force of his grip. Draco gasped, anger boiling deep inside him. That was his abosolutely favorite shirt and now it was ruined. He was about to punch Potter when something poked him hard on his inner thigh, right beside his own crotch.

Something. Not only something, it seemed.

Draco’s eyes found Harry’s.

'Potter?’ His voice came weaker than he intended.

So Potter had an erection. He was hard, rocking hard right on top of Draco. And naked too. For Merlin’s sake, that wasn’t even the problem.

'Ah… Malfoy?’ Potter looked down and back up at Draco. He smirked, shifting again.

The problem was Draco was hard too.

Draco was hard with a very naked ass sitting on top of him to feel it.

Draco’s cheeks were on fire, his hands griping the sheets so hard his knuckles were white already.

This time he had no way out. Potter had that smirk all over his face and kept moving on top of him, like- like he was adjusting himself… Oh God, Potter’s cock was right there, heavy and hot against his stomach.

'Potter, I… we need to- Oh fuck’ Draco’s head hit the matress, his eyes shutting close as Potter thrust his hips forward.

'Do you really want to leave?’ He was panting, each thrust causing the blanket to slid even lower on his hips. Draco could see hair right below his navel now. Draco’s hands must have left the sheets at some point because now they were grabbing Potter’s thighs with the same intensity.

Leave? He couldn’t leave.

'I hate you’ Draco thrust back, the blanket finally sliding to the floor.

Potter moaned, his smirk turning into a grin. Merlin, he was so hot.

Potter’s hands slid from Draco’s torso to his biceps, forcing his arms above his head. He hold them there, something possessive shining in his eyes.

'Are you sure?’

One of his hands reached his wand and before Draco could even worry about it his clothes were gone. He moaned and Potter moaned, loud, needy.

Because the side of Draco’s cock was pressed against Harry’s ass, rubbing against his hole. It was too much, too suddenly.

'Potter… Fuck this is- ’

Draco flipped them, all his control gone. He stared Potter down, taking in all of it, from his swollen cock to his even messier than normal hair, his green eyes filled with lust and fixed on Draco, his hands, warm and strong roaming all over him.

'How did this happen?’ Potter whispered and Draco froze. Really, how did that happen? They were enemies, they hated each other. He was almost sure that Potter wasn’t gay and now they were there-

Potter smashed their mouths together, kissing hungrily like Draco had never been kissed before. They backed away for air, Draco resting his forehead on Potter’s.

'You don’t really hate me’ Potter said, still trying to control his breathing.

'I do’ Draco bit his shoulder, leaving a red mark there.

'You don’t’ Potter’s grip on his jaw was strong, forcing their eyes to meet again. Everything seemed to change, the atmosphere, the tension between them.

'You’re a nightmare’ Draco whispered against his lips.

'You’re a wet dream’ Harry said back, smirking.

Draco didn’t hate him. He had realized that only after the war but now he knew he probably had never hated Harry Potter.

When he bent down to press their lips together, it wasn’t rushed. They kissed slowly, tasting one another. It was sensual, deeper than before. Potter’s hands were on his hair, his fingers threading through the strands and pulling Draco towards him. They parted again but Potter kept placing soft kisses on Draco’s lips, again and again.

'Why do you do this?’ Draco’s eyes were still closed, his mouth brushing Potter’s as he spoke. Every nerve on his body was aware of it’s surroundings. Draco wanted to scream, stop the time because Potter made him feel like he was eleven all over again, powerless but a lot braver than he was now at eighteen.

Potter moved so he could speak into his ear, hands still on his hair.

'Draco, this is fine’ his words were softer than the ones ringing inside Draco’s head that sounded so much like his father’s. 'Scared, Malfoy?’

There it was, Malfoy and Potter, always Malfoy and Potter. Except Draco wanted this new thing now, because Potter was right. If he didn’t give a shit for the past Draco wouldn’t either.

'I don’t hate you’ he whispered, afraid the words would get stuck in his throat.

It was like an immense weight he didn’t know he was carrying was lifted from his shoulders.

'I don’t hate you, Harry’ he said it again, louder. They kissed one more time. 'Harry’ and again. 'I want to- ah, I want to fuck you, Harry’ the way the name rolled on his tongue was addictive. And everytime he said it, Harry Harry Harry, the boy beneath him would shudder, moan, kiss him again.

'Draco’ his fingers running through his hair. 'Draco’.

Draco backed away, turned Harry on his stomach and kissed his nape.

He kissed his shoulder blades, Draco kissed his spine.

Open mouthed kisses all the way down to his lower back, Harry arched to his touch.

His hands ran on Harry’s sides, one of them reaching Harry’s neck and holding him there possessively.

'You can… you can just…’ Harry turned his head to the side, his hands pushing Draco’s thighs towards him desperately.

'I need to- ’

'I did it yesterday’ Harry’s voice was hoarse and the words came out rushed. 'After we met, I…’

'You were thinking of me…’ Draco kissed the shell of his ear, his hips trembling with need.

'I want you inside, Draco’ Harry fingers dig in his thighs and Draco shuddered, a moan escaping his lips.

Draco reached for his wand, a quick spell smearing his fingers with lube. He found Harry’s hole, tried one finger and found it in fact loose already. Harry bucked against it underneath him. Fuck, he wanted to eat him up, take him hard. He smeared his swollen cock with the lube, aligning himself.

Harry arched his back again when Draco buried himself inside him, his hips hitting Harry’s ass.

'Draco- fuck, please… Draco please

It was so tight, fuck, so hot inside him and the sounds. Harry kept moaning, bucking against him, begging.

'You’re so… Harry, Harry fuck’ Harry was shaking beneath him, his head turning from side to side, eyes closed and mouth open. Draco pounded hard inside him, as fast as he could.

It was desperate, intense, too much. They were Malfoy and Potter and Draco and Harry. And Draco wanted all that, he needed Harry Potter to remember what it was like to feel that fire inside him.

Harry came with his ass up and face pressed against the pillow that muffled his scream. He came with Draco’s cum filling him up, Draco digging his nails on his sides and screaming his name.

When he let his body crash beside Harry, Draco felt different.

'Do you hate me?’ Harry’s playful tone was gone.


'Are you s-’

Draco pressed his hand on Harry’s mouth, shutting him up immediately.

'You’re a Gryffindor, an arrogant prick with a hero complex. You’re loud and impulsive. Still, I don’t hate you, okay?’

When Draco removed his hand Harry had a frown on his face.

'What does that even mean?’

Draco rolled his eyes, reaching out for Harry’s arm. He ran his fingers there, tracing invisible patterns as he spoke. He liked to touch Harry, he liked it quite a lot.

'It means this is fine, doesn’t it?’

Harry closed his eyes, a small smile playing on his lips.


There, that was why he felt different. Harry made his name sound like something… special.


'Will you wake me up tomorrow too?’

He snorted, hitting Harry with the pillow square in the face.


'What, why not?’ Harry gave him an indignant look that only made Draco laugh even harder.

'I can’t miss another class because of you’

Harry gave him a peck on the lips, startling him. It was so sweet he couldn’t help the blushing creeping up his face.

'Then I’ll wake up before you, Malfoy’ he gave him another peck, the well known challenging look in his eyes.

Draco smiled, realizing Malfoy and Potter could be as nice as Draco and Harry if he got to have him by his side.


anonymous asked:

Hi!! Any "we've been talking online but don't know each other" sterek fics? Or "I'm in love with this online dude but it's actually my friend the whole time/or he's been in front of me the whole time" sterek fics? Or anything close to this sort of trope?

Got a bit of both for you!  -Emmy

Originally posted by nitratediva

When You’re Ready by Julibean19 

(3,008 I Mature I Complete)  *veteran!derek, disabled!derek, librarian!stiles, online dating

He wasn’t going to do it again.  He wasn’t going to let another date look at him in horror.  Derek refused to be seen as a freak.  He was just going to find a new job, move out of his parent’s house, and die alone.  

“Just one more date Derek, please!” Laura begged, following him down the stairs and waving her phone at his back.  

“I said no!  You don’t know what it’s like,” Derek muttered, suddenly defeated.

“I know babe,” Laura told him, coming up to wrap an arm around her little brother, standing up on her tippy toes until she could lay her head on his shoulder.  “But look at this guy.  He’s gorgeous.”

Derek couldn’t resist a quick glance at the dating app.  Damnit.  Laura was right, as always.  The guy was gorgeous.  A mole dotted face with an adorably upturned nose smirked at him from behind a pair of square framed glasses, and he could feel his resolve crumbling.

(500) Days of Sitting in Front of the Computer by orphan_account

(4,115 I Teen I Complete)  *gamer!stiles, gamer!derek

The boy, Stiles Stilinski, had always been into MMORPGs. The other boy, Ithuriel, had always been into MMORPGs as well, albeit secretly. The Alpha, Derek Hale, was possibly the object of Stiles’s affections. One day, Stiles met Ithuriel.

But be warned, this is not a tragedy in which Derek Hale saves Stiles’s virtue from Ithuriel. That would be ridiculous.

This is a love story.

Catfish by ericaismeg 

(9,165 I General I Complete)  *online dating, alive!hale family

“You make it difficult for a guy to get a date in this town, Danny,” Stiles says.

Danny snorts. “You do not have to follow the Guy Code for people I’ve only gone on one shitty date with, you know.”

OR: the one where Stiles gets Erica to sign him up on OK Cupid and tries some online dating. Also, maybe circumstances lead him to hanging out with his crush more than he expected?

Do You Wanna Date my Avatar?  by Renmackree 

(18,399 I Teen I Complete)   *gamers, online dating, online relationship

Scott frowned, grabbing the game case and reading it out loud.

“Become the Hero you’ve always wanted to be. Battle monsters, witches, dragons, and all the mythical beasts of the World of Fantasy. Play as a Human, Elf, Dwarf and other special races included in the basic game. Stiles this so stupid. Who the hell would want to play as a Werewolf?” Scott threw the game back on the bed and leaned back in the chair.

Baader-Meinhof Phenomenon by secondstar 

(21,317 I Explicit I Complete)   *online friendship, highschool au

Being a teenager sucks. Being a werewolf teenager sucks even more. With a life full of holding back who he really is, not having any privacy whatsoever, and the seemingly sudden appearance of one Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale’s life just got a whole lot harder.

I Should Meet You Because I Love You by derekstilinski 

(22,573 I Mature I Complete)

Derek and Stiles meet online, and then in real life.

For Science by grimm, Tsuminoaru 

(35,959 I Explicit I Complete)  *college au, craigslist, werewolves known, minor Deucalion/Stiles

From his textbooks, Stiles had gotten the impression that vampires had a weird, stretched out look to them — slightly too-long limbs and pale skin. This guy, though, he looked human, broad-shouldered and clearly muscular even under a loose sweatshirt. He wasn’t pale at all, his skin lightly tanned, hair dark, eyes pale. They narrowed at Stiles and Stiles froze as the man looked him up and down, clearly judging him. He must have passed the test, though, because the man kind of shrugged and said, “Take off your clothes.”

On Building a Family from the Ground Up by itschristaleigh (lizleminem) 

(38,455 I Explicit I Complete)  *online dating, kid fic

Erica signs Derek up for an online dating site as a joke. At first, he’s just pissed about it, but then her and Boyd announce they’re getting married and suddenly he really does need a date. Meanwhile, Laura becomes a foster mom, and Derek worries about growing way too attached to kids who are eventually going to be given a new home anyway.

Or, how, five years after the fire, Derek learns to open back up and create his own family from the people who occupy his life now.

Alpha and Omega by XX0Jessie0XX 

(58,579 I Explicit I Complete)  *high school au, omega!stiles, werewolves known, online relationships

High School AU: Derek is the head Lacrosse player at Beacon Hills High School and Stiles is an Omega that no one really knows. Stiles had been talking to someone online and wished they would meet up in real life but he knows it won’t ever happen. He could only wish.

My Heart’s Been Offline by thepsychicclam 

(58,893 I Explicit I Complete)  *famous!hales, online relationships

31/M/New York. Rich, lays in bed all day, likes to read (aka Derek Hale, son of an Oscar winning actress, brother of one obnoxious reality star and one rebellious fashion designer, hates the paparazzi so much he’s a recluse)

26/M/California. Boring office job, likes to read (aka Stiles Stilinski, co-owner of a 100 acre organic farm with his dad and two best friends, writer of obits for a newspaper, has absolutely no life)

Or, where Derek and Stiles meet online, and Stiles has no clue Derek’s part of a famous family.

The Silence Between by GoforthAndConquer 

(66,492 I Explicit I Complete)

When Stiles began volunteering at the Beacon Hills Crisis Center, all he hoped for was to help out kids (like him) that needed somewhere to turn. He didn’t expect to find something that he needed in a stranger’s voice on the other end of the line.

Prior to season one. Mostly canon-compliant.

anonymous asked:

Out of curiously, what do you think of Fluorite's design? Because honestly something about it is kind of...Idk I'm just. Not a fan. I feel like maybe if she were corrupted but she is a fusion. It just seems. Idk it just kind of brings me out of everything like the design doesn't really fit almost? Just curious what you think.

She does feel out of place. Even the most inhuman of gem designs are still largely human in structure. The most inhuman one is Malachite, and her inhuman design is supposed to reflect her instability as a fusion.

And even she is basically human in her upper half.

Then Fluorite is just this weird caterpillar that doesn’t have much of any human proportions at all. And she’s supposed to be a stable fusion.

I guess the Off Color gems are supposed to be a “Don’t judge a book by its cover” case but Fluorite seems to push it a bit far.

anonymous asked:

Lol so what does it mean to be a theater kid?

• Their favorite hangouts are the local theatre, chorus room, the thesbian dressing rooms, drama room, and the choir teacher’s office

• Always singing show tunes like it’s an all day every day musical

• Most of their wardrobe consists of tee shirts from past plays they’ve put on, broadway shows they’ve gone to, or dress shoes dunno why just dress shoes maybe a peacoat

• If you don’t know every word to RENT or can break out into the dance choreography to Oklahoma or Westside Story at the drop of a hat you can’t hang around them :/

• No boundaries between people at all?? you’re at the library and all of a sudden one is sitting on your desk snapping their fingers to a tune in their head???

• They always walk around in packs and smell like coffee from all those “totally long late nights at the auditorium practicing those knee slides amiright?”

• The kid who volunteers first for things just so they can get up in the front of the class and put on a “show” like you’re doing a math presentation you don’t gotta go full Danny Zuko here it isn’t grease lightning pointing out those square roots

• They somehow are always tight with the drama/chorus teacher and comment on their facebook photos

• it’s not theater…. it’s “theatre”

• Probably smoking weed with the sound and lights guy in the storage closet while wearing a shirt advertising their next musical

• the bigger the hair on the guys the better the talent by golly

• animated…. why are they all so animated all the time where is the off switch

• they have inside jokes with other theater kids from 14 years ago that have to do with that one person missing their cue or that one wardrobe malfunction

• pronounces musical as “musiCAL”

• “yeah Hamilton was good and all but isnt it a bit mainstream? burns me up to see all these people buying tickets to see a show they can’t fully appreciate like you don’t even know your plays man how can you compare”

• very SEXUALLY ACTIVE?? giving head in the auditorium? Feeling each other up backstage before they go on? hooking up probably on the main stage in between practice? in-character roleplaying even when you’re doing a seussical??

• do any of them not have the famously known two acting masks icon as a pin or a ring? (whatever it’s called)

• always at the school at weird times because of the productions and “complaining” about it as a way of boasting and advertising

• the callback sheets are god’s letter into heaven

• always carrying lemon and honey no matter what?? it’s always there? pull it out of their bra? underwear? shoe?

• no no no no it’s not actor it’s actOr

• “there’s no small parts just small actors!”

• getting into a car with them & hanging out with them is like being that one character in every movie that does not understand why a musical is going on around them

• Sometimes checking back at the old high school to judge the new talent in the plays

• always keeping a stash of stage makeup on hand in case an opportunity turns up

• Military boot camp is nothing if you’ve survived TECH WEEK. That calls for the upmost celebration

• they all love kale this is fact don’t fight me on it they do probably smoke it out of a bong

• being…. that way™

anonymous asked:

Hi! i am a very nervous anon who is really nervous to talk to you, but I was just wondering what you think of Natasha and if you have any really nice Tony and Nat friendship headcanons or something because I /love/ all of your posts and I just want to try and make new friends here :) I'm sorry if this came across weird, I'm just /really/ nervous :) Also I read that you like OCs and that's /really/ cool too :)

HI SORRY this has been sitting in my inbox for a bit oops

no need to be nervous!!!! i absolutely adore nat with all of my heart she is my tiny lethal dorky daughter and i Lov her!!!!!!! she’s very super good….here is a nice fic in which her and tony are Secret Buddies [x]

nat and tony are 100% definitely cute pals and here are some thoughts: 

  • they watch bad sci-fi movies and old star trek on tony’s couch in their pjs at 3AM when they can’t sleep. they are both secret cuddlers. these facts are related
  • they argue abt the superiority of tea vs coffee. nat wins because she somehow makes the best tea tony’s ever had in his life. she has many secret and excellent skills
  • so many terrible inside jokes
  • so many terrible inside jokes about that one time nat was his PA and stabbed him in the neck and then helped him fight hammer drones
    • related: “natashalie”
  • tony Loves Building Nat Things because nat is So Cool and his fave tiny lethal pal is going to electrocute bad guys with giant glowing batons listen it’ll be Sweet and Awesome
  • tony has begged nat to teach him how to do the Death via Thighs thing on multiple occasions. they have gone through with it exactly once and it ended with mild injury because tony is Old, but nat taught him five ways to disarm and/or kill a man with a tie pin, so tony’s not too disappointed about it
    • in return, tony taught her 3 New Cool And Fun Ways To Access Top Secret Govt Info
    • she thanked him with tea and a captain america mug. they’re now trapped in a cycle of gift-giving and nat keeps waking up in a cold sweat at 4am terrified that she’s going to find a 15 foot tall stuffed animal in her room
  • tony gathers footage of every supremely cool thing nat does in fights and has friday edit them together to fun music. if these videos then maybe sometimes appear on youtube from time to time,,, no one has proof it’s him you can’t prove it shhh
  • tony has black widow workout gear. nat has an iron man mug & pjs & a tsum tsum. they’re merch buddies
  • they go to charity galas together and look Fantastic and judge people silently. natasha secretly thinks that if he wasn’t such big and emotional softie, he would’ve potentially made a decent spy 
  • they are the same size and nat keeps stealing tony’s hoodies and also his band shirts. he pretends to be bothered by this but actually sharing is caring and he’s just v happy to have friends
dan and phil play my horse prince #3: a summary

two seconds in and already a questionable horse impression okay time to strap in for another weird one 

“i knew you were going to start clopping" 

clopping??? klopping???? clopping looks better so i’m going with that 

"cloppity clop when will we stop…. is the question many of you have been asking” aw they saw my tweets 

dan licked his lips as he looked over to phil SAME 

he is wearing the ladybird jumper so i agree 

remember the ladybird jumper selfie??? let’s take a moment 

okay back to the video 

it was a nice moment of remembrance though right 


“i like a good divisive series" 

"this is our great youtube controversy, phil" 

those people that are uncomfortable, it’s legit the same level of sexual tension dnp have on a regular basis just in the form of a girl and horse like,,, it’s 2017 the hat/cherry/lung/milk/kitten/whatever else fic exists there are more disturbing things out there

they’re validating those of you though, good for you i’m happy for your notices

"it’s not literal bestiality” // “it’s just a lol” “a nice little lol… just a casual lol" 

"i think we should do this one and see how we feel” i mean finally putting that positions book to good use 

there’s not much eye contact so far are they okay 

i think recently we’ve been spoilt with eye contact and now we’re feeling like something’s wrong because they’re not gawking at each other 

“so whether you want to or not, strap yourselves in for ten minutes of erotic equine roleplay”

phil demonstrating that sweet sweet hand porn 

“i don’t think we should’ve encouraged you with the fanart” story of your life innit lads 

congrats to those phanartists that got noticed!! you’re very talented and i appreciate you!!! 

i appreciate the last one which highlights the shaved sides i liked that a lot ty

“the less we talk about that the better” legit the phandom about 2012 

dan’s reaction to the fanart,,, get those screenshots 

“keep it coming…. or don’t, it’s up to you” phil pls you’re making it too easy for me 

“do you need to do that though?” // “i do, it’s a thing now” living for the little domestic i feel deprived 

“dog. dog has a moustache." 

"phil that makes no sense” as if u never make any mistakes howell phil’s waiting to call you out like the absolute savage that he is 

remember the thomas the tank engine fuck-up, phil was right on that 

phil’s laugh my ears are blessed 

they have two very different reactions to a horse making breakfast 

i found another of dan’s kinks who’s keeping tabs on them all we’ve got another to add to the list 

“what’s a good… lad? one that makes breakfast, the morning after” is that a subtle wink wink nudge nudge, daniel 

“i’m hyped. this, this is, this is a soap.” dan is so excited he’s tripping on his words 

he’s staring at phil okay world order has been restored 

“you know you love it, stop lying to yourself” // “you love it. just thumbs it up anyway, if you don’t like it" 

i love the detailed hair angles we get when they both look down on the screen i appreciate it a lot 

do you think phil will ever ditch the straighteners 

"that’s really posh” phil the savage already getting his revenge

congrats hp stans for phil dropping that reference 

did they just compare all of our mums to a horse 

“anyone that exudes glitter and makes sure that you’re resting on the weekend… that’s who you need in your life" 

"maybe susankun’s on the crunchy nut like us” i bet you both are 

maybe see a doctor about that 

i’m not sorry 

“am i the dog? i think i’m the dog” phil says after barking and effectively claiming the role of the dog 

“you just frickin volunteered” dan the savage 

“that was some good borks” so any excuse to compliment phil huh

“what is this video” me every time i read these summaries before posting them, i relate phil 

“some good pottery" 

"unless this is a magnetic knife, how is the horse holding it? with that horse thumb he’s just gonna grow?" 

dan demonstrates the claw technique 

look at that hand movement fluidity this ain’t his first rodeo 

dan… are u ok…. you’ve just been in this position for four seconds… 

turned into seven seconds, the longest seven seconds of my life…. is it one of the new 7sc they tweeted out for

“can i stroke him?” // “i’ll give him a stroke”

lanky emo lads fawn over hairbrush functions

that sounded like a weird porn didn’t it oh god no

“look at this roleplay, we nintendogs now”

“oh yeah, feel my brush” 

dan gives that side-eye, he doesn’t like phil saying that to anyone else

the singing quota for this video has been filled

thought they were going to give us a sweet harmony for don’t speak and do no doubt proud but nope dan decides to parody it

this is not the harmony i wanted stop singing a weird cult theme or whatever the fuck it is

leek or spring onion will we ever know

phil is intent on killing simulations recently is he ok

“sorry guys” dan is on hand to comfort us

may need to rethink some comfort fic prompts i have

“is it okay? is anything about this okay?” if the existential crisis branding was still relevant he’d be on the floor rn

“shall we have a chat? a little horsey chinwag?” yes phil come back to your northern roots i’ve missed you

“a really long-faced chinwag” you tried dan but you will always be a southerner you can’t pull off chinwag

“is a carrot a fruit?” mister university asking the real question

is dan actually googling it

“AHA it was to catch us out for being an idiot!” i mean, you googled it so…. aren’t you still an idiot

phil is an orange kinda guy, dan is a grapefruit kinda guy…… explains a lot if you think about it

“he hates me again!” // “i can’t believe he hates me again, straight away…” pretty sure i’ve read that exact line of dialogue in a fic before

“what can i say? i’m more in tune with my inner…. horse… man”

casual head scratch as he silently prays for nobody to pick up on that quote

“deep fry anything, and that’s a winner”

“the choices hurt me so bad”

trying to justify this game just falls flat

no amount of meaningful speeches are rectifying it dan

but it’s not stopping him trying

oh he’s stopped now

“i think we should get our things back”

“this is our life” enjoy u demons

“great. i love my life” phil i just don’t even know what to say stop looking like you’re showing a lemon a good time 

take out the lemon and stare at your wavy haired companion

if i used that line in a fic would you disown me

what kind of accent did dan just try to say field in because he sounded like me

“a horse can’t go on rollercoasters is what i’m thinking” // “can a horse go to the cinema?” “no, he’s going to get in the way of everyone’s screen” wow dan and phil, damperers of horse dreams since their corresponding years of birth

“yes, dan’s credit card is about to spend more money on this horse app” of course it’s dan that volunteers his card, phil would never 

he’s the voice of emo goose he only spends money on luxury apps

mister moneybags high brands stan has no problem forking it out tho good for you son get some

“i am this entire developer’s number one supporter” me when dapg was announced

the frenzy time music is something special

“phil you’re doing the impossible quiz again and that is like ten out of ten banned” younger kirsten is crying

phil’s real laugh comes out to play again welcome back old friend i love you

“is she falling in love with the dog? is that what we’re asking?”

phil’s voice is like monotone throughout all of these videos he couldn’t give less of a shit

he’s just humouring dan’s kink(s)

dan stop criticising phil’s horse voice you can’t have it all for yourself all of the time we need as much of it as you do

“i am ready for this” me whenever they upload on a day that’s not the same day i’m posting a fic

there are very different theories about the multitude of onions

again phil’s includes death

i’m beginning to expect it

“oh he’s gone a bit sassy”

“passive aggressive…. okay” dan we feel the same way when we found out phil’s sent a dm

“i feel it coming…. i feel it coming… are you ready? am i ready?”

“that’s just dreamy. i’m in love with that” // “that is dreamy. i’d like that as a poster in my bathroom” 

“that is the thickest spring onion i have ever seen in my entire life” // “it’d take a lot of gnashing” phil demonstrates said gnashing thank you for showing those teggies

“look at the girth on that one” you know what you did dan don’t blame us when the fics come rolling in

the onion fic

“how do you not love this? people, i mean come on, this is better than the current season of the walking dead”

uncomfortable fidgeting as dan realises he’s pissed off hundreds of thousands of people

staring at phil again yes i’m living

“this is better than the wire” phil doesn’t want to leave dan all alone in the opinion firing line

“it’s turning into that cake outtake from tatinof” HOW DARE YOU.

feeling less guilty having watched it now u fuckers

“it’s literally the cake situation”

seriously i’m going to watch it again just to spite you both

“imagine a horse pushing you against a wall and force-feeding you spring onions” dan i love you but i’m going to have to reject this prompt

the game turns sinister and they both look the most excited they’ve looked for the entire video

“this is fulfilling every kink that our audience might have” in which dan tries to push his weird kinks onto us out of fear phil will judge him

“is the next one set in the afterlife?”

“i feel like i went to a place i didn’t think i was going to”

“so real talk, let’s get real” phil i like that you’re trying to get close to the camera but you’re still too far away it’s not doing what you think it’s doing

“if you don’t want us to do this ever again…” “what’s wrong with you” honestly dan same

they’re literally encouraging thumbs down??? how long have they been in the youtube game???

“tell us your opinions down there” oh dear god they’re encouraging the fanfiction

“if you want the horse, we want to give you the horse. you know what we’re saying?” 

it’s hard to quote when they’re both talking at the same time BE POLITE AND LET EACH OTHER SPEAK 

“this is a two way relationship…” why did phil’s smile grow when dan said that

“slice our subscribe button like a spring onion” // “please don’t stab your laptop and/or mobile device” // “trot over to our other channels”

danisnotchoking (but he wants to be)


BVB Feiertagsmagazin w/ Erik Durm - English translation
  • Nobby: Here he is! I'm very happy you've found your way to me once again, Erik. So far you haven't won a "Goal or No Goal" game against me, that's why I'm especially happy you're here today and I hope it stays that way. Are you confident?
  • Erik: Yeah, it didn't work out the last two times but I think it's finally time that I kick your ass.
  • Nobby: I'm excited! (laughs) Have you analysed the match against Benfica, yet?
  • Erik: Yeah, we talked about it in the hotel. Obviously, we were all sad about the result. I think our approach and way of playing was very good. I think Benfica only had one shot on goal, that one header, and otherwise we didn't give them any chances. Still sucks to lose 1:0 but we're confident that we'll be able to turn things around at home in front of our fans and proceed to the quarter finals.
  • Nobby: Have you ever experienced such a match? Being so dominant?
  • Erik: I don't think so, I mean I've only been here for 3 1/2 - 4 years and I haven't experienced something like it in that way. We were clearly the dominant team, we created many chances, even top-class ones, but yeah, sometimes the ball just doesn't want to get in. Sometimes there are matches like that. Nevertheless we have created a lot of chances, which was very important for us, for the team, and like I said we'll turn things around at home.
  • Nobby: You played badly in Darmstadt and lost, you played excellently in Lisbon and lost. Which face will we see on Saturday?
  • Erik: Well, I hope the one we showed in Lisbon only this time we of course want to get 3 points, we want to win. It's important for us to continue our home run and yeah, we feel good. Of course Darmstadt was a slip-up. Unfortunately, sometimes there are such games where nothing works out and the opponents surpass themselves and that was the case in Darmstadt. But it's still our own fault as well. But I think in Lisbon we showed a reaction and I think we'll be at the top of our game against Wolfsburg. We had 4 days to take a break and...
  • Nobby: And the spirit/mood/morale is good?
  • Erik: Well, yeah after Darmstadt we all were dejected, Lisbon as well, but looking at how we played I think we can look forward to Saturday with confidence.
  • Nobby: That's what you have to keep in mind and if you play like that on Saturday we won't lose.
  • Erik: Definitely!
  • Nobby: You're up against Wolfsburg. You usually say you don't look at how the opponent is doing. But we should and have to do that: they have won 2 of their last 4 games and lost the other 2. How do you rate/judge the team at the moment?
  • Erik: It's difficult to say something about Wolfsburg. They definitely have improved during the second half of the season, they have played good games, sometimes it's a bit of a surprise/lucky bag but to be honest, I haven't watched a lot of Wolfsburg matches. I'd rather focus on our team so I think if we follow through like we want to and if we play like on Tuesday against Lisbon we will win and we don't have to talk a lot about the others, just about us and then things will work out.
  • Nobby: Erik, you're free of injuries, you're a regular in the starting XI. Apart from the two losses how much do you enjoy your current situation?
  • Erik: Of course I enjoy it a lot. It's important for every player to be free of injuries and get playing time. I get that at the moment so I'm very happy but as I said my health is currently still my main focus.
  • Nobby: (touches Erik's knee) Is everything alright?
  • Erik: Yes, everything's ok. (both laugh) And yeah our manager is satisfied with our current performance as well and of course I'm always very self-critical. Especially after Darmstadt I was very self-critical and wasn't satisfied with myself but nevertheless I'm fit, I'm healthy and I'm happy about every minute I get.
  • Nobby: Currently, you're playing in midfield as a winger. You played the same position in the U23. Do you feel comfortable there?
  • Erik: Well, the midfield postion is mainly an offensive part, I'm still also playing in the back five in the defense. We always shift around a bit which works pretty well. Obviously, Schmelle and I always have to run a lot but I think we both know how to do that. That's why this position fits us well and yeah, being involved at the front is always fun...
  • Nobby: You were a striker originally, weren't you?
  • Erik: I was originally playing as a 9 so not that much on the wings but-
  • Nobby: You know how to score goals
  • Erik: One can hardly imagine, yeah. (both laugh) I had some inhibitions when I played for the Dortmund amateurs, didn't quite work out with scoring but after that I've become a defender pretty quickly, thanks to Kloppo, but it's still a lot of fun to be able to make a difference in the offense.
  • Nobby: The Süd will be empty. That will be a weird picture for all of us, for you as well?
  • Erik: Yes definitely! I mean, the atmosphere here in our stadium is always awesome. The süd being behind us is quite impressive. Especially when we play at home they encourage us and spur us on immensely. Yeah... it's such a shame that the Süd won't be there on Saturday.
  • Nobby: When you score a goal you'll still celebrate toward the Süd...
  • Erik: Yes! (both laugh) Yeah, if I score a goal, which for me doesn't happen that often, I'll still celebrate of course.

anonymous asked:

Hey, I really like your writing, you are so good at it!! Now that the requests are open, could you do a scenario with the RFA+Saeran and V with an brazilian MC that scold them in portuguese when they are arguing (and they get like wth). Sorry for my bad english, i'm brazilian too and still learning (google translator is a good friend too)

I knew a req about brazilian MC would show up eventually, LOL. I wish I was a little more inspired to doing this, tho.

Hope you still like this ^^

Brazilian MC scolds RFA + Saeran and V in portuguese


  • OMG!
  • He thinks it’s so cute! He’s terrified and dazzled at the same time.
  • Because you sound really mad, but he can’t understand a thing, and you speak so quickly, it’s… it’s adorable.
  • “Babe, I got it. You’re mad, I won’t do it again, please breath, babe.”
  • And when you’re calmer, he’ll ask for translation.
  • He’s  S H O O K, you have a hella dirty mouth in Portuguese.
  • He swears he’ll do his best not to act like a “babaca” again. Whatever that means.
  • Oh, it means, “jerk”. Hum… cue Zen calling Jumin a babaca in the chatroom all the time now.


  • Terrified
  • If it had came to this point, it’s because you’re really pissed at him
  • He just wished he could know what you’re saying exactly so he can fix it.
  • “MC, tell me exactly what I did wrong, in Korean now.”
  • Oh… you’ve scolded him before about this, why it sounds a lot worse in Portuguese?
  • I mean, one thing is you telling him to go easy on his jealousy because there’s no need to, and another one is you telling him to “tomar tino” and “parar de caçar pelo em ovo” because you love him and there’s no need to be jealous
  • Which means “get a grip” and “stop… looking for hair on an egg?” what the hell, MC?
  • Oh, it means not to look for problems where there aren’t. Oh… weird way to say it, but he’s glad you’re basically saying there’s nothing for him to be worried about.


  • Poor thing does her best to keep a straight face
  • But she’s having mixed feelings inside. It’s scary, but it’s adorable, and maybe a little funny?
  • On the other hand, she knows that if it came to this point, it’s because you really need to vent.
  • Or maybe you’re saying some really harsh stuff you don’t want her to understand?“If you want to talk, let’s talk. Preferably in the same language.”
  •  And as you explain yourself, she thinks the tone in portuguese sounds really harsh, but you weren’t saying anything that tough.
  • And when you tell her to “maneirar” or “pegar mais leve antes que cê fique doida de tanto trabalhar”, you’re just saying that she needs to take it easy on work before she goes crazy.
  •  You’re just aggressively concerned with her, lol.


  • He knows the basics, okay?
  • “Por favor”, “Obrigado”, “Bom dia”, friendly greetings, in general, that he learned when he came to Brazil on a business trip.
  • And buddy… you’re definitely not saying anything friendly right now, are you?
  • “I’m really willing to understand what you’re trying to say, my love.” Because sometimes he doesn’t understand what he did wrong even if you speak in Korean, lol
  • You explain yourself, but he’s not really convinced you were saying the exact same words.
  • So he goes to Google Translate and searchs for “cria vergonha nessa sua cara”. “Raise some shame in your face” what? He’s confused, so he finally gathers courage to ask you.
  • You almost forget why you were mad, but you explain it means something like “getting your shit together” and that he really needs to do it and stop acting this possessive sometimes.
  • He is fascinated by your language and idioms. He definitely needs to learn after he gets his shit together.


  • He cannonly speaks 17 languages
  • Portuguese must be one of them.
  • So he understands everything you’re saying, and boy… it ain’t pretty.
  • “That’s… that’s really rude, MC.” (he’s terrified to say anything else)
  • But he knows you’re not saying things like that to hurt him, it’s like you said… “e é tudo porque eu te amo.”
  • Which doesn’t really need a translation, judging from your deep sigh and worried eyes, but… it means “that’s because I love you.”
  • Well, he knows sometimes he can be a little bit of a “cuzão” (asshole), but he’s doing his best in order to be the man you deserve.
  • And you know that when he listens to all your scolding quietly and just answers in loud and clear Portuguese: “eu também te amo.” (I love you too)



  • Oh shit… you look so mad!
  • But you also look kinda funny, so he really needs to hold back this little smirk when you look so pissed at him.He’s not doing to be an ass, he just thinks the sonority of words is funny.
  • “You can keep yelling like this, but I don’t understand a thing, so this is pretty useless, you know that, right?”
  • Oh… there is something worse than when you talk to him like that: when you decide stop talking to him.
  • So he just stays there, looking at you, waiting for some words, any words, doesn’t even matter the language. And you’re just: “Sai do meu pé, Saeran.”He googles it and “get off my foot” wtf? Oh… it’s a sort of slang for leaving one alone. Oh… shit, you’re really pissed, huh? What can he do to fix things.
  • A… foot massage? “I will never get off of your feet.” Now you’re like wtf? But the massage is good, at least.


  • He’s fascinated
  • And not understanding a single thing, but keeps nodding like he is understanding.
  • Because you sound so angry, and passionate, and your language has a very different sonority from what he is used.
  •  “I understand, my love.”
  • He really does, because there is a context, and he can infer a lot from it.
  • Also, he knows some words in Portuguese. (he’s that guy fascinated by the word saudade and how it is something that only exists in your language)
  • So, he says the only thing you should listen right now: “Me desculpe, MC” (I’m sorry, MC)
  •  Yep, that’s exactly what you need to hear, and you have just the right answer: “Tá desculpado.” (you’re forgiven)

12x14 watching notes

this show normally never makes me cry except that 1 episode in season 7, but god dammit Berens got me TWICE I’m disowning him

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sweetiefiend  asked:

Aaaaaah I'm sending you some good vibes to pick up your mood! For a prompt can you do Dan and Suzy going clothes shopping together? (Maybe they're picking out cute outfits to wear for a date with Arin?) ((Feel better love 💖))


“I don’t know, Suzy,” Danny mused as he eyed the outfit his friend picked out for him. “This doesn’t really suit me…”

“Oh why not?!” She countered back, “Pink is a nice color on you!”

“Yeah, but I want Arin to love ME, and not a pretentious ass!” He laughed loudly. “I’m not into the whole ‘symbols with flower prints’. Add a Snapback hat and you have yourself a Jewish douche!”
The shirt he and Suzy were bickering about was a pastel pink tie-dye shirt with a large cross on the front and flowers resided in the symbol.

“Dan, Arin loves pink. You and I both know it; plus he isn’t going to think you are a douchebag.” She pouted, placing the shirt back on the rack.
Dan couldn’t help but see the slight disappointment that landed on Suzy’s face. A face that expressed amusement, he gently tugged on the Gothic girl’s arm to bring her closer and softly planted a kiss on her glossy lips. She blushed a deep red from the unexpected affection.

“Tell me the truth, YOU just wanted to see me in that outfit~,” He purred.

“Oh hush, you…” Suzy stammered, her mind in a haze. She scurried to the other side of the clothing racks, trying to keep her mind busy on helping her counterpart find an outfit. However, she couldn’t help but let a smile surpass her lips. She was really excited about this day.

“Suzy! Can I wear this?!” Dan’s voice pulled Suzy’s head from the clouds. Her eyes gazed at the tall and lanky man who now resembles a child on Christmas day. He held up a white shirt and on the front read:

- verb [FAAK]
-ing, ers, s
Fuck can be used in many ways and is the only fucking word that can be put every fuckingwhere and still makes fucking sense. Fuckers.

Suzy almost doubled over from laughing so hard. “Of course you would want this shirt! I cannot believe this store sells a shirt as vulgar as that!” She cried out during her laughing fit.
Dan snickered. “Well, this suits me more than the other shirt!”

“Fine, fine,” Suzy wiped her eyes carefully, trying not to ruin any last bit of her makeup that the tears didn’t get to. “I’ll allow you to get that.”

It didn’t take long before the two lovers pieced together Dan’s outfit.
“You should go try them on to make sure it fits,” Suzy said, rummaging through the women’s section to find her outfit. “There’s a fitting room just down this area; come back to me so I can judge your taste on clothes.”

“Okay, mom…” The older man faked an angst-y groan before playfully stomping towards the fitting rooms.

“Don’t make me spank you, mister!” Suzy called out. Her response back: “Baby, yes please~!”

With Dan gone, Suzy focused more on her outfit for the night. The day when her and her husband, Arin, discussed about wanting more than a two-person relationship played on constant loop in her mind. When they both agreed they wanted to include Dan made her extremely happy; when Dan agreed to be with both of them made her heart soar.
She felt her ears grow hot. Both her and Arin were nervous in the beginning to bring this topic up to their friend. She was afraid this would be too “weird” or “sudden” for Dan that their friendship would tarnish and cease to exist. A poly-relationship can seem very intimidating, but the fact that the singer was more than happy to be one with their love made Suzy feel like the world was off her shoulders and she could breathe again.

Lost in her thoughts, she mindlessly rummaged through the women’s section before her hand felt something soft and velvet. Snapping out of her trance, she unhooked the fabric from the hanger and gawked at the beauty before her. A velvet dark purple dress with long bell sleeves and a deep V-neck. The bottom flared into beautiful lace, reminded her of Morticia Addams and her goth style.

“Hey, Suzy, what do you think?” Dan’s sultry voice spooked the beauty queen as she faced her partner. She couldn’t muster any words to say when her eyes locked to his face and scanned down his body.

The well loved RUSH shirt was replaced with his new favorite FUCK shirt with a tight midnight black leather jacket on top. The collar of the jacket had spiked studs that reminded Suzy of Dan’s sharp canines. His worn and torn blue jeans were gone and instead became black skinny jeans; his left pant leg had two zippers that were parallel to each other but went across diagonally.

“Hello? Earth to Suzy?” Dan waved his bony hands across the bewildered woman’s face. She could only whisper “holy fuck” as her heart jammed itself against her chest cavity and her face flushed crimson. “So you hate it~?” Dan teased.

“Holy shit, Dan, I think you…did a really…really nice job…” She took a soft breath before smiling. “Arin’s going to love seeing you in this.”

“Well, I’m glad Arin’s going to like it…but,” He inched closer to Suzy before backing her into a wall. He placed on palm against the white wall, leaning against it to balance his body weight. Suzy tightly gripped the dress and let out a soft squeak when Dan pressed his forehead against hers. “I want to know what you think~” He lulled.

“I-I…I mean…I-I d-d-do like it…” She whispered. The singer tucked his long index finger under his love’s chin, pushing her face upward.

“I hate when you hide your pretty face from me~” He held this position for what felt like eons for Suzy but finally pulled away and giggled as he watched the flustered Youtuber hide her face in the dress.

“Damnit, Dan! Save the sweet talk for Arin!” She cried out, fanning her hot face.

“This is going to be super fun!” Dan exclaimed in his normally bubbly voice. “And don’t worry. I have things planned for Arin too~”

((AAAAAAHHHHH I HOPE YOU LIKE @sweetiefiend <3 ))

anonymous asked:

peter and gamora for #10 🙏

10. Things you said that made me feel like shit

also for @enigma731, who wanted sick fic

“Peter? Are you okay?”

The response was a pained groan from the other side of the closed door. Gamora didn’t quite know what that meant, so she just shrugged to herself and walked in.

Peter was half laying, half sitting on his bed, leaning his forehead and most of his upper body against the wall behind it. He popped open one eye when she entered and grunted.

“I’m assuming you’re ill,” she said. At least judging by the sounds of vomiting, followed by rigorous tooth-brushing, she’d heard coming from the bathroom earlier.  

He grunted again, which sounded affirmative. Gamora fidgeted a bit, standing awkwardly in the doorway. She wanted to help, but had very little experience with sickness.

“Is there any medicine you can take?”

He sighed, rolling his forehead against the wall a little. “No, it’s just food poisoning.”

“What? You think someone poisoned your food?”

“No, no. It just means I ate something my body didn’t like and now it’s being spiteful. I think it was that weird fruit at the last port.”

Gamora processed that for a moment, then decided it was the wrong time to marvel at how fragile Terrans were. “How long does it last?”

“Usually just a couple hours, unless it’s a really bad one.” He closed his eyes again, and she wondered whether she should just leave him there to sleep. But his face was scrunched up in pain, he had an arm wrapped around his stomach, and there was sweat breaking out over his forehead.

She made a quick decision, leaving the room and returning a moment later with a cold, wet cloth.

He started a bit when she walked in again. “You came back.”

“Of course I came back.” She closed the door and sat on the edge of the bed. Peter moved so his face wasn’t against the wall anymore, allowing her to press the cloth to his forehead. He noticeably relaxed as she dabbed it all around his face, wiping away the perspiration. “Did you think I just abandoned you without a word?”

“No! I just… it’s been a really long time since someone took care of me when I was sick.”

His face actually became tender as he said it, giving her a soft smile, but Gamora’s heart clenched painfully. Thinking about Peter, feeling ill with no one to help… she swallowed, continuing her ministrations with the cloth far longer than she needed to.

“Same for you, I’m sure,” Peter said after a moment.

She shrugged, finally taking the cloth away. “Yes, well… that’s in the past now.”

“Exactly,” he said. “And if there’s ever a sickness that gets past your crazy strong immune system, I’ll be there for you too, to watch you puke and wipe away your gross sweat.”

That was… oddly sweet. “Thank you, Peter. Is there anything else that might make you feel better?”

He got a sweet, playful grin on his face. “Maybe if you held my hand?”

She ducked her head in an unsuccessful attempt to hide a smile. “Alright.” She took one of his hands, lacing their fingers together.

“Much better.” Then he scooted so there was more room on the bed, laying a bit flatter. “I bet I would feel even better if you laid down and snuggled with me.”

She obliged, laying down facing him with their entwined hands between them, letting him throw his other arm over her waist and press their foreheads together.

“Ah, I was right,” he said. “You’re the best doctor in the galaxy.”

Gamora chuckled. “Anything else?” She asked, though Peter’s eyes were already starting to drift closed.

“I think I’d feel even better if you kissed me.”

“Good thing you brushed your teeth,” she muttered before she closed the small distance between them, giving him a gentle, sweet kiss that lasted only a few seconds.

When she pulled away, Peter sighed happily, keeping his eyes closed and settling his head down onto the pillow.

“I’m cured,” he whispered.

petesass  asked:

hi there friendo i heard u were accepting requests for mm headcanons and i being the gay shit i am, i'm here to do a request. trans boi mc accidentally breaks his binder/stp and gets upsetti spaghetti but RFA + saran wrap get them a new one/comfort them!! soz this is weird i'm just a trans boy that needs someone w good writing skills to make my dreams of a trans boy come true tbh ok adios bye ademain oh yikes this was long

I’m sorry this took so long to post. I wanted to make your dreams come true so I pushed myself to finish this.

NOTE: I had done some research on the matter, and I was informed about the bandage thing. Wrapping bandages is NOT a permanent solution for binding if you’re going to and or thinking of doing it. I wrote it in the sense as a temporary solution for the problem but it is BAD to do on the regular. Like it just can fuck you up. Probably best to avoid using it as an option for binding. I just want people to be safe ^^. And thank you whoever brought it to my attention.


  • based on your texts, you weren’t having such a fantastic day
  • when you came home, he could tell you were tired and stressed
  • you said you were just going to go lay down for an hour so he just let you be
  • a while later he heard you shouting profanities in the other room
  • when he went to go check up on you, you were sitting on the bed with your head hung low and your fingers in your hair
  • looking at the ground, he noticed your broken binder
  • more like you’re only binder
    • never knew how much they cost and kind of understood having just one???
  • while you’re stewing in your own anger and sadness, you feel someone tap your shoulder
  • when you look up, this nugget brought a roll of bandages for you
  • “Let me help you wrap up. Is that okay?”
  • you have to help him a bit because his hands get tangled
    • those butterfingers
  • texts or calls throughout the day to make sure you’re doing okay
    • not just because you were upset but for the wrap
    • wants to make sure it’s still in good condition
  • wants to understand the process so he sits with you as you’re shopping for a new one
    • yeah wow they’re pretty damn expensive
    • but would rather you have more than one so you’re not in a BIND later wINK WONK 


  • it was just a normal morning for you
  • but the one thing you’ve been dreading happened
  • a few months ago you realized how shitty you’re binder has got over the year
  • you told yourself you would get a replacement but since your current one still did its job, you put it on the back burner
  • and then eventually forgot about it
  • which brings you back to now
  • as you were putting it on it just snapped 
  • you didn’t think it would have a great affect on you
  • but the anxiety started to settle in 
  • you couldn’t stand to look at yourself in the mirror
  • Jaehee realizes you’ve been in the bathroom for a while and asked if you were alright
  • “Yeah it’s just…let me come out?”
  • when you leave the bathroom, she sees the broken binder and your long face
  • this was the first time she was in this situation and wasn’t sure EXACTLY what to do
  • she just takes the binder and gives you a nice long hug
  • when you say you don’t want to leave the apartment, she doesn’t object
    • you seemed kind of shaken by this so she wanted to make sure you were comfortable
  • when she gets home she shows you the binders she ordered for you because she’s a perfect gelato


  • you were at school/work for a few hours when you started to get pain in your torso
  • it was beginning to become really painful so you snuck off into the bathroom to remove your binder for a bit before you had to head back
  • but as you were putting it back on, it snapped 
  • and with that, you snapped
  • after panicking for five minutes, you decide to call Zen
  • “Hey babe. You usually don’t call me around this time. Lucky for you I’m on break, how are you?”
  • before you even spoke, he could tell something was wrong
    • your heavy breathing could be heard from across the room for goodness sake
  • the moment you asked to come over and bring your spare binder, he darted right out of rehearsal
  • it gave you enough time to continue your panic attack before you heard someone come through the bathroom
  • thankfully it was Zen
  • you opened the stall with your hand out and as he was handing you the other binder, he asked if you were alright
  • you didn’t feel like you wanted to say anything so you closed the door once the binder was in your hands
  • Zen didn’t leave, he just waited for you to come out and once you did
  • he wiped any remaining tears away with his handkerchief
  • cleaned your face with some water then held you closely
  • doesn’t want to see his precious MC so upset! just wants you to feel better ^^


  • with this donut’s love to pamper you
  • among your matching tailored suits, you have some pretty good quality binders in your drawers
  • and you had to admit, they were good quality binders
  • but you would take those words back very soon
  • you were feeling kind of nauseous at work/school so you went to go take it off for a few minutes but it snapped as you were taking it off
  • now you were freaking out because you would have to walk out of the bathroom without one and the EYES TO JUDGE WOULD BE UPON YOU
  • after ralphing for a hot minute you get a call from Jumin
    • donut has really good sense of timing
  • you felt up to talking so you picked up the phone
  • “Hey Jumin, how’s Hong Kong?”
  • “Is everything alright?”
  • super Jumin was able to tell something was up with you
    • even could tell you just vomited?
  • you told him what was wrong
    • he starts writing down shit because he was going to sue the fucking company that made your binder
    • no matter how you insist not to, you know he’s going to do it anyways
  • calls Jaehee to go get you one of your other binders and bring it to you
  • while you’re waiting, he keeps you on the phone to calm you down
  • has you do some breathing exercises and gives you positive affirmations
  • once you were calm you talk about his trip for a bit until you hear Jaehee’s voice


  • you worked really hard on the RFA party on the vineyard tomorrow
  • and you laid out your outfit for the occasion
    • figured you could just wear your only binder no big deal
  • then as you were getting ready for bed, Seven is lying in bed while on his phone when he hears a snap from the bathroom
  • “MC?”
  • when you don’t respond, he gets out of bed to check up on you
  • he sees you sitting on the bathroom tiles with your broken binder in your hands
  • “The RFA party is tomorrow…”
  • oh god
  • “And this is my only binder…”
  • insert mini freak out
  • before you could escalate, he sits down with you and keeps an arm around your shoulder
  • calms you down with those kind words of his
  • jellybean doesn’t want you uber stressed out or get worried over spilled milk
  • brings you to bed and makes sure you fall asleep first before he did
  • when the big day comes around, he get a bunch of bandages to wrap you up
    • kind of gets carried away when he helps wraps you
  • during the party comes around to you when you were free to make sure you’re doing ok


  • Saeran was just chilling on his bed while listening to some tunes
  • not a care in the world
  • he could have sworn he had heard something earlier but didn’t pay too much mind to it
  • when he heard something again, he took out one of his earbuds
  • turns out you were calling for him this entire time
  • didn’t even know you were here O_O
    • you were soaking wet from the rain and you wanted to be somewhere dry and warm
    • which is why you decided to stop by your boo’s place for some clothes
  • jumps out of bed and rushes to you in the bathroom to find your broken binder on the floor
  • oh shit
  • you weren’t looking too good either
  • pulls you out of the bathroom and to his room
  • gives you some of his clothes 
    • gumdrop gives you privacy as you’re changing
  • when you’re fully clothed, he has you lay down next to him while listening to some music
  • doesn’t really say anything but you felt a lot better having him there to get your mind off of it
  • it was okay since you were wearing mostly all day, it was nice to let your body breathe for a bit 

mr-mikey  asked:

Well I asked you for the Hinoka analysis, so please hit the fandom with a Camilla analysis! See also; I'm still wondering how Camilla got so attached to Kamui in the first place.


So it’s really easy to write Camilla off as “BIG BUTT TITTY QUEEN!” I mean she is the BIG BUTT TITTY QUEEN but that’s not the point  What people tend not to realize is that there is a lot of context to her character than what first meets eye and lot of it is hidden in the subtext of her supports and in-game actions. I mean, how does the saying go? “Don’t judge a book by it’s cover,” right? Hot girls can have FEELS too ya know?


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anonymous asked:

Mama peño! I'm dying for some mafia!Jumin or saeyoung hcs if you have the time?

~Okay! ^^ no problem! I can give you a bit of insight into their characters!


  • Extremely wealthy
  • His family owns many factories and other businesses such as restaurants, trucking etc.
  • Him and V grew up near each other and have been friends since they were children. Together they ran their little neighborhood block.
  • He had a lonely childhood before he met V. And he actually got bullied for his wealth by a lot of the other children, just out of pure jealousy and the fact that they thought he was weird.
  • The first time he met V, he had been in an alley with some of the other neighborhood kids. They were throwing rocks at cats and Jumin told them to stop, so they turned on him. They only got a punch or two in when V showed up out of nowhere and kicked their asses for him. They became fast friends after that.
  • Jumin didn’t find out about V’s family and their history of crime until they got a little older. V was too embarrassed to tell him, after seeing the way Jumin and his father operate with integrity. But Jumin didn’t judge him for it and that made their friendship even stronger.
  • He’s not a fan of hats, but you could normally find him in an expensive pin stripe suit.
  • He’s completely loyal to V, but he is not afraid to tell him when he is doing something foolish. This is why he is a great consigliere.
  • Nickname is ‘Dapper Don’ because he is always dressed to the nines
  • He always has the best cigars. And every time V calls on him, he brings him some as a gift. But V prefers to smoke from a pipe and never uses them. So he gives them to Saeyoung or other men in the outfit.


  • Feared by the men underneath him.
  • V took him in when he was very young. And he has been like a father figure to Saeyoung. 
  • Nickname is ‘The Mad Hatter’ because he is one of the most feared hit men in the area, and he does whatever it takes to get the job done.
  • If he comes around to collect your debt, you know you’re in deep shit.
  • Runs an illegal gambling operation in the basement of Zens club, and that’s where he spends most of his time. He loves to play cards.
  • You can usually find him wearing a hat and a black suit. When he is out and about he wears a long tan trench coat.
  • He has a soft spot for Yoosung, but still messes with him all the time. Everyone gets a kick out of seeing Saeyoung razzing him.
  • He took initiative to head the bootleg liquor operation, and V was incredibly proud of him. It was one of the first times he truly felt like he could take over and run things if he had to.
  • Never goes anywhere without at least one gun

anonymous asked:

I love these tickle fight one shots so much but I'm not ticklish! Can there be one, any character, where the reader isn't ticklish???

Make You Laugh

Originally posted by pharahsamari

Lúcio  X Reader

Author’s Note: I’m a little on the fence about this piece but I hope you don’t mind I chose Lucio for it. I felt he fit it best. poor bby tryin his best Also, I should have a Reaper story out by tomorrow night along with a Zen one after! Keep sending your request here! ^^

You laughed at the oddest things, Lúcio noted.

He understood everyone was different. It perplexed him enough to be curious but he would never judge you on your eccentric sense of humor. “Too each their own,” as Ana had put it after you laughed yourself into tears at one of Soldier’s dry jokes. Hell, you even understood Torbjörn’s nonsensical ramblings and phrases enough to chuckle whenever he shouted them in the heat of a fight.

He just couldn’t figure it out.

It was now that the DJ skated down the halls, gliding across the floor in thought about you. He always liked how kind and charming you were, even if your quirks were a bit odd. In all honesty, it was something that drew him to you.

It had taken him a some time, as well as D.Va’s relentless teasing, when he realized he had any feelings for you. You were a generally easy going person to hang out with. Always helped him out in battle, came to him first for healing, and when you confessed you were a fan of his music. Oh boy, his heart soared higher than any music note he could produce.

He frowned, though. Your interactions together had been short and sweet. You complemented him for having your back and he’d try his best to get a smile or a chuckle from you with banter. The smile had been easy, very short lived, but easy.

Now, getting you to laugh. That was a different story.

He had tried a multitude of things. From jokes to puns to witty retorts. Even going as far as asking as McCree and Genji for advice on the matter. Both men, however, smiled apologetically at the DJ stating they too have yet to figure out your sense of humor.

He thought long and hard about what he could do. If he couldn’t tickle your funny bone with his comedic charm he’d have to take a different approach. When he came to inevitable conclusion, it hit him like it wasn’t as obvious as it was. Rubbing his hands, he laughed to himself.

Oh, this is going to be great!

This was his last idea at getting you to even snort. It had to work.

It was a technique he learned from babysitting over his younger cousins back home. It was something that always made their pouts fade and threw them into uncontrollable fits of laughter. He was hopeful it had the same effect on you.

Stealthy, Lúcio roamed the halls. Opting to leave his skates behind, choosing light running shoes for this careful endeavor. It takes him close to an hour before he finally finds you obliviously humming a tune on your way to the gym. Carefully, he makes his way towards you. When he’s close enough to touch you, he springs his attack while yelling his battle cry.

“Tickle Fight!” Lúcio announces as he began to wiggle his fingers about your sides and neck. The sudden contact catching you off guard as you freeze in place. You give him a while hoping he’ll noticed as he tries, and you note he is trying, to tickle you.

“Lúcio,” You call out to him as he continues awkwardly poking and prodding at your sides and under arms for any reaction. Although, in any other case, you’d be a delighted to have him give you such attention the prolonged action is getting weird. After a good minute or so you’re a bit uncomfortable.

His laughing dies down when he noticed you’re not ‘fighting’ back. Looking at you questioningly. Why aren’t you a laughing mess? Your face is pulled into a remorseful expression as you place a hand on his shoulder.

“Lúcio, I’m not ticklish.” The immediate frown on his face practically breaks your heart.

“Oh.” An embarrassed blush dusts his face. “I…ah.” You watched as he took his hands off you. One going to run through his dreadlocks awkwardly, the other placed at his hip. “I, um, I’m sorry.”

“No, no its fine.” You assure him, gently squeezing his shoulder. “Now, what’s all this about. All this…” You make a vague gesture with your free hand. “Joking around, I guess?”

He sighs, thinking over his reply for a while before looking up at your expression. It hurts his heart to see you distressed for his sake. He just wanted to have a good time with you but now he’s gone and done the exact opposite.


“I was kinda hoping to make you laugh.” He confesses. “You always laugh at Soldier and Torbjörn’s jokes and I thought maybe I’d take a crack at it.” Suddenly, he feels nervous under the spotlight that is your attention. “I mean, I really like you and I thought ‘hey it be great to make them smile’, ya know?”

His words take a moment to sink in. “You did this all for me?” You sound more surprised than you meant to. You never thought he’d like you like you did him.

He smiles sheepishly with a chuckle. “Yeah, but I guess it wasn’t very good at it.”

You heart races and cheeks flush red. “Oh, I’m such an idiot.” Excited laughter bubble past your lips and you place a hand over your mouth. “Lúcio I like you, too.”

“You do?” He asks, moving his hand to rest on yours over his shoulder. A giddy smile building itself on his face. “But you never-”

“I didn’t want to get my hopes up.” You suck in a deep breath to steady yourself although it’s getting kind of difficult. “Plus, I thought I had a weird laugh. You always looked at me seemed to look at me funny.”

He shakes his head. “It was you laugh that was weird, it was how you found Torbjörn’s jokes funny.”

“They are funny though!” You assure him while giggling. He laughs giving you one of those million-watts smiles while pulling you into a hug.

“If you say so.” Lúcio’s voice is muffled as he goes to snuggle his face against your neck. You hook your arms over his waist to holding him close while the warmth of his skin feels practically melts you. “I’m so happy right now, like you don’t even know it.”

You pull away, moving to give him kiss on the tip of his nose. “Guess I should call you my tickle monster now, huh?” He laughs, soaking up the affection. Slowly, you run your fingers down his back towards the sides of his abdomen. It amuses you how he watches you so closely. Eyes trained on you like the world doesn’t exist. He commits the smile you’ve bless him with to memory along with the sounds of laughter you’d from earlier.

“Lúcio…” You whisper leaning in closer, the tip of your nose touching his.


He closes his eyes, waiting in anticipation for the kiss to come. He looks so excited for it but your aiming for something else. You’re just a small fraction of a centimeter away before pulling back. “Tickle Fight!”

He’s caught off guard as you throw your hands on him, replicating his early actions. It takes no less than a second before he realizes what is happening. His body contorts dramatically as he tries to inch away from your teasing hands.

“Stop! Stop! It’s not,” He gasps as you’ve found his weak spot. “It’s not fair! I’m super ticklish!” He yelps through his harmonious chuckles. “Hey! Push off!” His eyes are closed shut while he laughs uncontrollably. Lúcio wiggles and squirms and you’re sure he’s about ready to throw himself on the floor for the sake of making it stop. Though, he doesn’t. Rather, he chooses to lean into you as you laugh with him. Both laughter’s combining to make a melody he hopes to hear more often.

College AU! Kuroo
  • major: biochemistry
  • minor: kinesiology (learning about anatomy and how to be healthy, etc.)
  • clubs / sports: vice captain of the volleyball team
  • he would take in another club but he has already has to juggle kinesiology, biochemistry, and volleyball.
  • speaking of kinesiology, he would much rather take that as major than biochemistry, but he has to because he can’t really afford to switch just yet.
  • he can barely get himself a full meal every single day, so yeah he can’t really afford it right now
  • he has a part-time job at a gym though that helps him gain money to eat.
  • however, he is very good at biochemistry. his professors compliment him because he sets quite the example despite his looks (he comes into his morning classes with the peak of his bedhead, and a straw in a pot of coffee).
  • as for kinesiology, he excels at it. those professors love how attentive he is during class and his papers are very detailed. what they don’t know is that he likes to study ahead of the class and decides that if what they’re learning is something he already knows, he naps in class.
  • since he’s got the smarts in kinesiology, he applies it to volleyball practices. it’s what makes him vice-captain.
  • the team loves him so much because he’s always so helpful especially when they need to plan what kind of workouts to train with.
  • mr. ushijima (as kuroo calls him) praises him for being so helpful as well. kuroo loves the small moments when he’s complimented by him.
  • but anyway, back to the kinesiology/biochem ace, one day he sleeps throughout the whole analytical chemistry class because of some late training the previous night. the professor doesn’t seem to notice, but you, the person sitting next to him, do.
  • you knew him, his face at least. the professors smile at him all the time when he walks in. however, you don’t think the professor will be smiling when he finds out he’s sleeping in class especially in one you’ve seen him somewhat struggle in.
  • you decide to do him a favor because 1.) you don’t want to see this specific professor yell at him 2.) he probably needs the help. also his cute sleeping face was kinda distracting you, but thA t’ S not importan T right now.
  • so you see that he has post-it notes next to his notebook, so you slide over and start writing.
  • skip forward 15 minutes, kuroo wakes up just as class ends and everyone’s packing up. it was then he realizes he missed a lot of info on chromatography and he’s flipping out. just before the light leaves his eyes, he spots a notebook with a post-it on it saying ‘saw you sleeping in class, thought these notes would help! it starts pg. 72. just return the notebook tomorrow on the back desk closest to the door. from a helpful person’
  • so he leaves the room, stranger’s notebook in hand, reading away. in his head, he’s just thinking ‘this person’s handwriting is really neat! better than mine..’
  • once he’s done with all his classes, he heads back to his dorm, copying the notes into his own thinking. he hears bokuto slam the door and stomps behind kuroo, obviously looking over his shoulder. bokuto’s all like ‘dude, who’s notebook is that? it certainly isn’t yours because your handwriting’s like chicken scratch.’ cue kuroo elbowing him “lightly" in the gut.
  • next day, he heads to ana-chem again and places the foreign notebook on the back desk closest to the door as instructed. he sits down at his normal seat, which thankfully wasn’t too far from the door because he wanted to see who this ‘helpful person’ was.
  • he waits and waits and waits, until the professor finally walks in through the doors near the front of the class. the helpful person finally walks in. he stares up until the professor starts the lecture. kuroo could barely face forward, but sadly,,, he needs the notes,,
  • class finally ends and kuroo’s walking towards you and in his head, he’s like ‘how the fuck do i thank them,, what approach should i go for?? polite and subtle, or should i thank them quickly?? well they’re right there so here goes buddy’
  • you close your notebook that was returned to you and as you stand up, you see sleepy head right there in front of you. he’s so fucking awkward because he doesn’t know what to say without sounding like an ass, so he just stands there staring at you for what seems to be a century. and you’re there like ‘o h GO D he’s so much cuter when he’s awakE oh fucking hell i need to stop’ in your head.
  • you finally start by saying ‘so.. were the notes helpful?’ and, he’s so flustered because he was supposed to be the one starting and was in the middle of planning out the entire conversation and in his head, he’s like ‘fucK MAYDAY MAYDAY THIS IS NOT HOW IT WAS SUPPOSED TO GO’, but outwardly, he’s like ‘oh yeah, very helpful. you saved my butt there yesterday with the chromatography notes. thank you.’
  • you nearly chuckle at how awkward he actually was. an awkward cutie. uHG FUCK STOP THAT.
  • ‘oh yeah, no problem, no big deal.’ you smile at him and he feels his heart skipped a beat, but in his mind he’s like ‘fuck fuck fucking calm down, they’re just being nice stop’. while he’s having this small inner conflict, he ends up staring at you.
  • so then mid-stare, you realize that you’re the only two in the classroom since it is technically lunch right now, so then you’re like ‘uh, it was nice talking to you’ and head out of the classroom, but rather than leaving too, he just goes off to follow you because he still doesn’t know your name??
  • you’re confused for a couple seconds and are like ‘you didn’t look in the notebook for my name?’. for a couple seconds again, you manage to leave him blank, as in ‘oh’ blank. then suddenly he snaps back into reality like ‘i’m kuroo tetsurou’. you nod with another bright smile and leave, saying ‘nice to meet you kuroo’
  • this time he doesn’t go after you
  • but by the time night falls, by god, he wished he did. bokuto too because he can’t handle kuroo just sweetly smiling at his notebook anymore.
  • so then a couple days (and hours of kuroo thinking about you) later, when bokuto is finally free from studying, he secretly follows kuroo into the lecture hall to finally end is his odd daydreaming about his notebook. (and by secretly, i mean he rolls around in the school lawn while hiding behind bushes and attracting so much attention)
  • ‘bokuto, what are you doing?’ ‘ssssHSHHH AKAASHi, I’m following kuroo’ ‘Okay, I’ll be on my way to my class then’
  • kuroo enters and sits down in the second row from the back, and bokuto army crawls in, hoodie on his head, face mask on, sunglasses on and sits in the seat behind kuroo.
  • Moments later, enter you. kuroo waves. bokuto finds his target.
  • In a flash, bokuto has unsheathed from under his disguise and is bombarding you with questions.
  • ‘Hi!!!’ 'uh,,, hi?’ 'did you lend a notebook to my BEST friend over there by any chance’ he says as points to kuroo.
  • Who, by the way, still hasn’t processed the entire situation yet.
  • ‘kuroo? yeah i di-‘ ‘great! will you go on a date with him?’
  • kuroo’s like !!! !  ! ! !  ! BOKU TO WH  AT AR E YO U DOING???? !!! and he’s basically climbing over desks to get to you two, with his face so red, and you’re like what. wHAT. WHAT ARE YOU SERIOUS. bo’s just staring at you with pleading eyes like holy shit, you can feel that he really means well with this, so then by the time kuroo’s trying to hold bokuto back, you’re just like ‘yes. i mean, yeah sure. i wouldn’t mind a date.’ but inside you’re exploding like yeS THE SLEEPY CUTE BOY WANTS TO GO ON A DATE, and then you realize that you’re not even sure if he’s okay with it,
  • but judging the dorky smile on his face, it’s probably an okay
  • so then a couple days later, you both go on a date at the movie theater. you both bicker for a little bit about what movie to watch, but then you come to a consensus with Finding Dory, who wouldn’t? you’re all laughing at the movie and you are very much focused on the movie. kuroo on the other hand, he wants to make a move? like he’s fucking sweating out on what he should do
  • should i hold their hand? should i just barely brush our shoulders together? shouLD I LEAN IN A LITTLE?
  • all the while he’s shitting his pants over what he should do, you notice his staring because yes, he was staring. once again, super you has to come to the rescue to save the distressed kuroo. very casually, you slide your hand into his.
  • kuroo has little meltdown because omG WHAT HAPPENED I WASn’T EVEN payiNG ATTENTION?? so then, he’s trying to focus on the movie this time but youR HAND WAS LITERALLY IN HIS????? again, you sense this and give his hand a little squeeze. he relaxes and the rest of the movie goes without a hitch.
  • after the movie’s after and he’s driving you home, he’s got his cat-like smirk on his face and you have this weird feeling because you’re used to seeing a dorky boy, not some hoT GUY like fuck when did he have muscles??? so then, he sneaks a look at you a couple times.
  • okay, more than a couple times and you’re just ‘what? what is it? do i have a popcorn kernel stuck in my teeth?’ and he’s shaking his head, ‘nothing, nothing. it’s just that you started holding my hand in the middle of the movie. a little forward, wasn’t it?’. he was full on cheshire cat grinning at you, so then you were like ‘kU ROO TETSUROU, SHUT UP OKAY AND FOCUS ON ThE ROAD’
  • this ensues a little chuckle from him (not the full on laugh because that sounds like cats scratching a black board), but holy shit,,, it was like hearing angels sing,,,,,,
  • and you’re just looking at him like, that’s so fucking ethereal,,, and he catches it, causing ‘what? are you falling hard for me? hm? hmmm? hmmmmmmmmm???’ ‘SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP’
  • so you both go on roughly 2 or 3 dates after this one, because you loved his presence. he made you feel relaxed.
  • one day, you’re both walking around the campus a few hours before the sun sets. it wasn’t an official date. he just happened to see walking back to your dorm and just wanted to walk around with you. but anyway, the whole time, neither of you don’t talk. you’re both just walking around, enjoying each’s company, holding hands.
  • until at some point, kuroo’s like ‘oh right, i have a game tomorrow.’ and you’re like ‘game????’. he’s like oh yeah,,, forgot to mention, i’m the vice-captain of the volleyball team.
  • you just stop walking. and he’s like i’m sorry i didn’t tell you sooner… but your eyes are practically glowing as you step up to him. as in there’s only a 3 inch space between your faces, and you’re like ‘can i go to one of your games??’.
  • he doesn’t realize but his heart is beating out of his chest because out of all the previous people he has dated, you’re probably the only one who was very enthusiastic about volleyball. yes, of course, most of them were supportive, but none of them were truly intrigued by the game. so then his only response is ‘yeah, sure. i wouldn’t mind having you cheer me on.’
  • and then when you smile, he feels his heart skip a beat because omg,, that smile can kill. but of course, he needs calm himself down, so he says ‘did anyone ever tell you that you have stars in your eyes?’ ‘sappy,,,’ ‘HEy!’
  • so fast forward to the next day, you arrive there for their warm ups. you walk up to the railing of the bleachers and start waving at kuroo, and he looks up at you with a smirk and a nod. at thiS POINT YOU’RE TELLING YOUR HEART TO CALM DOWN BECAUSE JFC.
  • and bokuto sees you in the stands and he’s just like “AKKASAHI KAKASAShI !!!! THAT’S THE PERSON I WAS TELLING YOU ABOUT !!! THE PERSON I HOOKED KUROO WITH!!!!” and then kuroo’s embarrassed like bRO WAHT THE F UC J ARE YOU DoING
  • and you’re there slowly going down in your seat and even though you don’t know this Akaashi person that well, other than Kuroo mentioning him a few time, you could tell it was the person bowing toward you and telling Bokuto to be quiet.
  • then after warm ups, they start the game. they’re apparently going against this college in miyagi?? but anyway, your college’s team is in the lead by 2 points and it’s the second set with the score being 1-0 so far.
  • and you’re sitting there with so much interest and happiness, but also at the same time, you’re sweating out of your shoes??? because the look in kuroo’s eyes is so alluring??? anD HIS MUSCLES?? AND LIKE SWEAT?? ON HIS MUSCLES?? WHAT THE FCUKC?????
  • he looks so happy and you feel so blessed?? like yes he’s happy on dates with you, but you still treasure all his genuine smiles and what the fuck is he doing to you???
  • AND THEN WHILE YOU’RE CHEERING, KUROO LOOKS UP AT YOU FOR 13896237TH TIME AND AFTER HE’S FACING TOwARDS THE CROWD TO GO THANK THEM FOR BEING THERE TO WATCH THE GAME, HE WALKS UP TO THE STANDS (which aren’t like the stands in the series okay? imagine lower ones, metal ones, school ones.)
  • so he climbs up slightly so his face is a little over the railing and you stand up and he’s telling you to lean in so then he can tell you something. so then you bend over a little more, theN HE LEANS UP??
  • his lips are so soft?? and even though you wanted the kiss to last longer, kuroo had to pull away to go change from being sweaty. and like, you’re standing there stunned.
  • btw, bokuto’s hollering, akaashi’s smiling but also trying to keep bo quiet, and one of the other members, daishou is scowling?? like the fuck is his problem? whatever though, it ain’t yours so it doesn’t matter.
  • after he’s changed, you wait for him out in the main entrance and you see your team’s jerseys and your eyes are just searching for kuroo, but ofc you easily recognize him because of the messy hair. it’s not that hard to miss.
  • so then, there you are. in front of like at average 180cm+ people that you have never met. so then kuroo realizes this, so he’s like ‘oh um, this right here is ushijima wakatoshi. you’ve met bo. this is akaashi.’ and he goes on but like skips one member for the very end.
  • he gestures to daishou, ‘and this is jackass’
  • BUT ANYWAY, you meet the team and oh gosh your face is still pretty much flushed from the kiss and only does it hit you that everYONE WHO ATTENDED MOST LIKELY SAW THAT??
  • so while walking out and going to dinner with the team, kuroo looks at you with that playful smirk and arm around your shoulders
  • ‘red looks great on you’ ‘shUT UP OR ELSE I’LL PUNCH YOU IN THE FACE SO YOU’LL SEE RED’
  • okay enough about you both being cute in public, now for you both being cute in private.
  • movie nights every single saturday.
  • actually when kuroo first purposed this, he was like ‘wanna watch a shitty movie with me later?’ ‘sure’
  • now it’s a tradition.
  • there’s also a lot of popcorn throwing, scary movie or not.
  • and some saturdays you’re too lazy to move so then you sleep over at kuroo’s and bo’s. bo doesn’t mind, btw. he’s very chill about you (meaning he’s excited over you). he did bring you two together.
  • bo loves you, almost like a sister, but he will draw on both of your faces. which then ensues you and kuroo just chasing bo around the dorm with markers.
  • there will be a lot of third-wheeling with bo and you want to spend time with kuroo but you don’t want to hurt bo’s feelings.
  • ‘i don’t know if this is going to work’ ‘what do you mean’ ‘i can’t snuggle with kuroo if you’re gonna lay on top of us’ ‘*sniffle* okay okAY finE, I GET WHERE THIS IS GOING’ ‘bo wait don’t go into the corner’
  • there’s a lot of dorm adventures as well.
  • and oh god, other times when you’re at his dorm, he’s like ‘can you go get the bag of chips in kitchen cabinet?’ and you’re there like ???? wow, such athlete, much healthy. but he then suggests after you both finish the bag to go for a run.
  • and honestly, even though you’re supportive of his “healthy” lifestyle, he has to drag you out the door. but you end up running anyway because guess who drops you halfway out the door, so you run after his dead ass.
  • you end up running through the entire campus and college town until at some point you both coincidentally find yourselves in front of the building you both first met in. by that i mean, you stepped on the back of kuroo’s shoe it came off.
  • as you stare it the building, kuroo’s staring at you with his shoe in his hand. of course, you notice it because you feel it?? you know what i mean?? you can feel when someone’s staring at you.
  • so you look at him in the eyes and he gives you the most sincere and genuine smile?? it’s so touching to see and it’s not often that people see this side to him. they always see the provocative and dorky kuroo.
  • so you break the silence, “what?”
  • he points to the inside of his shoe, “you’re my SOLE mate” and he starts running again (but with one shoe) and then you finally understand, “THAT’S IT, I’M PUTTING MY FOOT DOWN”
  • which leads me to telling you both tell puns. you’re pun masters.
  • like ever since that match kissing dealio that went down many weeks ago, the entire college views you as the cute volleyball couple that “”””jog”””” around campus, but like the team and friends know you’re both huge dorks who just tell way too many puns with each other.
  • you’re both on a coffee date at this cute little cafe kuroo’s really close friend, kenma, works at, so kuroo starts ordering first like,, hmm,,, and takes so much time before he actually chooses something and you’re there like ‘better latte than never’ ‘wow,, you’re really the one for me. where have you bean all my life?’ and that starts a constant back and forth.
  • and kenma’s there like,,, god fucking dammit, there’s two of them now. and he just wants to walk away but he knows that he won’t hear the end of it from his boss if he leaves a table without an order so he has to endure it until you order.
  • you also write him little motivational puns on post-it notes that you stick in his notebook, like you draw an postage stamp and envelope saying ‘i’ll always stick with you’
  • he keeps all the post it notes. all of them.
  • kuroo seriously loves you so much and you make any biochem class really fun as much as he hates the classes. he wouldn’t say this because it’s too sappy, even for him, but in his mind he calls you the light of his life.
  • but to sum up, you and kuroo are the “”healthy”” college couple that make too puns for anyone to handle other than yourselves.

anonymous asked:

I just found this blog and i'm already in love! UT,US,UF,SF bros react to long time S/O, who has always been kinda odd, sitting them down and telling them they're not a monster. They're an alien that got stuck in the underground a bit before they met. After so long they felt like they couldn't hide it anymore. They were a scout sent out to find a planet to colonize and conquer. But when they met him they kinda just went nah and wanted to stay with him instead.

( *Thank you, kind anon! )


Alien? Pfft, Sans initially thinks this is some kind of elaborate prank, so he plays along.  His grin is huge the entire time, and he thinks it’s hilarious.  He informs everyone the two of you encounter that you’re actually an alien, and it isn’t long before all of Snowdin thinks they’re missing out on some punchline.  

However, when you actually start to correctly answer his questions about space, and your explanations of space travel are pretty much spot-on with his theories and make so much sense, well..  either you’ve got some degrees you’ve kept from him, too, or you’re the real deal.  He must be going crazy because he actually starts to believe it.  

And he’s never been more attracted to you.  


OH WOW, THIS EXPLAINS A LOT!  Papyrus is a little odd himself, but his S/O has always been even stranger.  And that’s saying something.  Paps believes you automatically, without any hesitation. “I’M REALLY GLAD YOU DECIDED NOT TO CONQUER US AND EVERYTHING BECAUSE THAT SOUNDS RATHER UNPLEASANT.  SO THANK YOU FOR CHANGING YOUR MIND!”

He asks all sorts of questions, and he thinks it’s THE COOLEST THING EVER!  Well, tied with himself, of course.  He obsesses over it for weeks, his excitement never fading when the two of you talk about it, and he begs you to one day take him into space.  "SANS, TOO!  HE’S ALWAYS LIKE SPACE AND THE STARS!  I THINK HE’D REALLY LOVE IT!“


*you’ve gotta be shittin’ me.

Red laughed at first, waiting for the punchline, but.. by the time he realized you’re being serious, his mirth has faded, and he’s just staring at you.  Well this is great.  Just great.  Of course he’d go for the crazy ones.  Nothing can ever just be easy.  

Yeah, he nopes out of this conversation.  There’s an abrupt subject change.  If you try to bring it up again, he starts sweating and occasionally stutters.  He’s a little wary of you now, and he’s likely going to be more on-edge than usual.  Unless you decide to tell him you were just pranking him, he’s going to be weirded out enough for his opinion of you to have changed.  Ultimately, he’ll break up with you because he’s already got enough on his plate as it is, and he can’t deal with this.


He stares at you for a full five minutes without responding.  It looks like he’s locked up; he doesn’t know how to process this information.  He rolls it around, trying to determine whether or not you just decided to make some weird joke (you always have come across as a little strange, after all), but.. ultimately, he concludes that you must be serious.  Finally, he leans in and demands, "PROVE IT.  PROVE YOU’RE AN ALIEN THEN.”  No matter how you try to prove it, he’s going to wave it off as you just making things up because he’s not knowledgeable enough on space or astrophysics to fact check you.  Since you “can’t” prove it, Edge seems satisfied that you’re just trying to get a rise out of him, and he sweeps the entire conversation under the rug like it never happened.  

He doesn’t treat you any differently, but any further talks about aliens, space travel, or even the stars will make him scowl and groan.



Blueberry is humbled by your decision–and he trusts you without a second’s hesitation. He’s more floored by the fact that you decided to abandon your mission for HIM than the fact that you’re an alien.  You fit in with the monsters of the Underground, after all, and he thinks you’re neat, so what does your species matter?  He’s always had a fascination with stars and rocket ships, so he’s going to ask you all about those and beg you to one day take him into space.  Becoming an astronaut is now his new life’s goal.


“heh, i believe it. i mean, you are out of this world.”

He winks.  He doesn’t believe you.  He’s usually a really good judge of whether someone is lying or not, but he.. honestly can’t tell here.  Or maybe he’s just incapable of believing this.  If you accuse him of not believing you, you claims that he does and cracks more space jokes.  

“you’ve invaded my heart.”  

But you don’t have a heart. 

“that’s because you have it.”  Wink.

He doesn’t miss a beat.  Oh well; it’s a load off your chest, and Papyrus’s opinion of you didn’t change in the slightest.  Alien, monster, human, whatever; he cares about you for you.



He’s lying through his teeth.  

Blackberry scoffs, concealing his surprise with misplaced confidence.  He’s not going to admit that he didn’t realize you weren’t a monster because that feels like something that he should have noticed.  At this point, you can make up whatever you want about space-travel, and he’ll act like it’s common knowledge.  He’s actually not weirded out by the idea of you being an alien, and he’s going to play up the fact that he’s such an observant lover and it was completely obvious from the start.  

If you really want to mess with him, tell him you were lying and watch him backpedal at the speed of light.


“alien, huh?  well, i wouldn’t mind a close encounter.”

He’s smirking, winding his arms around you.  It’s obvious he doesn’t believe you in the slightest, but he also doesn’t really care.  Life’s crappy enough in the Underground as it is without trying to over-complicate things, so if you want to claim you’re an alien, go nuts.  Maybe you are a little nuts, as far as he’s concerned, but he’ll humor you.  

However, there’s a few times after that when things start to get heated between the two of you, and he’ll ask, “wanna get probed?” with an absolute shit-eating grin on his face.  

have-some-kookies-deactivated20  asked:

“I was drawing peacefully in the park when you came up behind me and said “Is that anime?” and that is how come I accidentally punched your lights out and I’m now in the ER trying to fill out your paperwork while you drool unhelpfully on my shoulder” AU TaeKook (your blog thinks I'm a robot)

Originally posted by honeycakehorse19

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