imagine them in the same room

coolcat001100  asked:

Really damn hard to limit myself here, but 5, 6, 7, 11, 12, and 18.

*immediately and gleefully assumes Friskriel*

  • 5 - spend more time putting on hats than actually buying them
  • 6 - lean on the other for the majority of it (regardless if it’s even a romance flic)
  • 7 - either laugh to themselves if it’s stupid or leave when it’s too boring/mind-numbing to follow
  • 11 - Tori and Asgore would still spoil them both with pie and tea and such regardless of how old they get, probably lots of story-sharing with ‘em too. Her and him together in the same room could be sorta tense, though they do seem to at least be on better terms in the credits.
  • 12 - (I’ll leave this here for no particular reason) in all seriousness, I’d imagine that if the others were too busy for a visit some of the time would go to TV or games, some personal convos, or maybe a evening out while looking at the city lights in the distance
  • 18 - Frisk suggesting scuba-diving or fishing while Asriel gets annoyed about his hair and ears getting blown to his face by the wind
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Dating, Start!

There wasn’t enough content of my ot3, so I made some

I imagine after they reach the surface, both sans’s relationship with toriel and grillby develop at the same time, until he realizes he’s sorta kinda dating both of them now whoops???  But grillby and toriel get along really well anyways, so they’re happy to hang out all the time and go on dates together and take up all the room on the bed so sans is trapped in an inescapable but very comfortable fire/skeleton/goat sandwich.  It’s all very good and sometimes in small moments like this sans can hardly believe these two amazing people even want to be part of his life.

Bonus sort of process pic at the bottom?  I tried shading in monochrome then overlaying color on top of it, rather than taking the time to individually select all my colors.  I wouldn’t say it saved me time but it did make my colors look more unified.

  • what i say: i'm fine
  • what i mean: yuuri has absolutely no restraint when he gets drunk probably had to be stopped from taking off his underwear in public. viktor also strips down to near nothing and gets super clingy when he gets drunk. can you imagine the sexual tension if they're both drunk in the same room? you know phichit's gonna have photos for the two of them because yuuri recalls nothing when he gets blackout drunk.

God the degree to which Bail Organa can Get It is honestly very distracting to me right now, and I imagine the Rebellion felt the same considering their vastly improved success rate after he died, which was, don’t get them, a tragedy, a heinous grief that helped fuel them, but also like……have you seen Jimmy Smits. Look at him. Now you can’t think thoughts, and I’m sorry, but now there’s no thinking room. How are you supposed to plan a rebellion

Just for fun, let’s imagine the entire show is in Sherlock’s head. Let’s imagine, just for fun, that Sherlock is comatose due to his drug use. 

Oh, what the hell, let’s just make this an AU.

John is in the same room as he after he came back from Afghanistan with a hole in his shoulder, a tremor and a limp to show for it. 

Sherlock - he overheard one of the nurses using his name in the morning - receives no visitors. No one John can see anyway. Not that he receives them; Harry is too drunk, his mum is dead and his dad needs to stay far away from him if he knows what’s good for him. So John starts talking to Sherlock during the nights because he can’t - he’s afraid to - sleep. He talks about Afghanistan, about the books he reads, about his family, about his past. Even his horrible middle name. 

And when John finally gets released from the hospital - still with a limp, a tremor and a horrific scar - he still visits Sherlock. Every single day. He has nothing else to do anyway and Sherlock is a better listener than his therapist. But then there is Mary, who makes him smile - sort of -, who makes him alive - barely. 

Mary and he get married. But…

“Hi Sherlock. Sorry, I haven’t been in so much; honeymoon. You know. Anyway. So uh… yeah… got a newsflash. Mary is pregnant. She… uh… she took a test the morning of our wedding and didn’t tell me until we got back to the hotel. I’m going to be a father! Can you believe it? Me? A dad… oh God, Sherlock, what the Hell am I doing?”

“I love her. Of course, I do. I married her, but… I don’t… Jesus, I don’t even know what I’m doing. I just feel so numb. I don’t want… I never wanted a simple domestic life. I hate it. I hate her friends, I hate the dinners. I hate the evenings in front of the telly, watching the same shit over and over again. I can’t… I want to be normal. Sherlock, I… I thought she could give me that, that’d I’d be happy, eventually. But, this baby… I can’t do it, Sherlock. I am not a dad.”

“You know… it would be nice if you woke up. You could actually talk back instead of me just sitting here, talking your ears off. God, if you can hear me… you must hate me by now. Sorry… It’s just… there’s no one else. Isn’t that pathetic? A grown man who can turn to no one except for a comatose patient. Yeah… didn’t think so. Well, I need to go anyway. Take care, Sherlock. See you tomorrow.’’

Six Months Later

3:17 am

’‘Goodnight, Dr Watson, sorry to wake you up like this, but… well, he asked for you.”

“Who did?”

“Sherlock Holmes. The coma patient you visit? He… he woke up and he’s asking for you. Quite urgently.”

John doesn’t even realise he forgot his cane back home until Sherlock pointed it out to him, his pale eyes shining with mirth and John feels fresh air fill his lungs at the sight. 

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Casually sitting in the corner of my room screaming silently to myself over Magnus and Raphael not only being in the same room together, but physically touching and being in the same room together. Magnus’ forearm muscles bulging like fuck. And Saphael literally going for each other’s throats. 

Side note:
Please do not imagine Magnus’ booming voice telling them both to stop because shivers

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“It’s a party?”

Yes.” Dandy rolled his eyes and pulled you roughly along through the hotel hallway. “I’ve told you now for the billionth time. I’m a very special guest that they are honouring for my performance at the freakshow. And you’re my plus one. Now hurry up, your slowness is irritating.”

Walking into the room, you greeted by all sorts of people. They all had the same energetic, wild atmosphere around them but none of them stood out just as much as the host of the party. You had thought he was watching Dandy at first, but his eyes were strictly on you. His expression looked lost, dumbstruck, but his eyes remained dark and longing. 

“What is he staring at?” Dandy demanded, pulling on your arm a few times to get your attention. 

“I don’t know,” you confessed, watching as the host began to walk over. “But I’m sure we’re about to find out.” 

The man smiled when he reached you and and took your free hand, giving it a small kiss. “I’m James Patrick March, and you are?”

Cliche For A Reason

No matter how many times they’re done, there are a few tropes I’ll read 100 times with the same ship, by 100 different authors.

Here are just a few of those tropes:

1. Fake Dating AU.

Whether it’s a short exchange with a stranger because there’s a creep who won’t stop hitting on them, or a fully planned out, year-long con to fool their family, I can never get enough of these.

2. Trapped in A Small Space Together

Freezing to death in an engine room. Hiding together in a closet to avoid being killed. Locked in a room, running out of air.

No matter the context, this one always makes my day, especially if one of the people trapped isn’t usually big on physical contact.

3. Taking Care of Children Together

Innocent little kids have a way of bringing out the soft side of even the fiercest characters.

4. Unnaturally Truthful

Truth serums, an excess of pain meds, and outside threats are just a few of the ways my beloved ships can be forced to admit things they never would under normal circumstances.

5. Amnesia/Forgetting The Other

Sometimes they hit their head. Sometimes they were brainwashed. Sometimes they died and came back to life.

Whatever the reason, one doesn’t know the other, and the other has to faithfully stick by them, and try to help them remember. (Or start from scratch, befriending them and falling in love all over again.)

6. Grumpy, Distant Characters Turning Into Human Puppies Around That Special Someone

This requires no explanation, I believe.

7. Everyone Knows One Loves The Other

Except, of course, the other.

8. First Kiss Forgotten

Maybe someone was under mind control when it happened, or maybe they just had a bit too much to drink, but Person A remembers Person B kissing them, and Person B has no idea it happened. (Or DO THEY?)

amortentia - part 2

DRACO MALFOY X READER

WARNINGS: swearing

i got some requests to make a part two of this… so here it is!!!

READ PART 1 HERE


The weekend had passed. Draco and Y/N didn’t cross paths, except for one awkward encounter in the Great Hall. The two of them had reached for the potatoes at the same time, which resulted in bumping hands and rosy cheeks.

The next time they had Potions class, Y/N wondered if that night in the common room would fade into a forgotten memory. 

She hoped it didn’t.

She got to class just as the bell was ringing, and took her seat next to Draco, not meeting his eyes.

As Slughorn spoke to the class, Y/N heard the unmistakable sound of rustling paper, before Draco slid a folded piece of parchment across the desk, in her direction.

She glanced down at it, then back at him. “You know you can just talk to me, right? I’m sitting right next to you.“

He rolled his eyes. “Would you quit ruining the moment and read the bloody note?”

She grinned, picking it up off the table.

Common room. Tonight. 11.

She looked back up at Draco, raising her eyebrows.

He gestured towards the quill lying next to her book bag, then at the note.

She shook her head, still smiling, picking up the quill. She scrawled a reply and slid it back across the table.

Okay.


As the pair waited for their potion to settle, Draco said, “Oh! I brought you something.”

She turned to him, confused, as he searched for something in his bag. A moment later, he held out a bright green apple in her direction, a huge grin plastered on his face.

Y/N smiled back, wide.

“Sorry it’s green… I couldn’t find a red one, and I didn’t know-”

Her smile grew miles.

“What?”

“You’re a dork.” she said, staring at the fidgeting boy in front of her, who nervously rubbed the back of his neck. 

“Is that a good thing?” he asked.

Y/N took the apple from his hand, their fingers lightly brushing, which caused Draco’s heart to skip. Then, she simply shrugged and bit into the fruit, a crunching noise filling the air. “We’ll see.”


After all of the other girls in Y/N’s dormitory had fallen asleep, she made her way down the stairs, her feet hitting the stone steps in tune with her rapid heartbeat. She found Draco sitting on the couch, his platinum blonde hair standing out in comparison to the darkness of the common room.

“You’re late.” he said, standing up.

She grabbed his wrist and turned it so she could read his watch. 

“It’s 11:02.”

“Well it felt like forever.” he breathed, over-dramatically.

Y/N rolled her eyes, which she felt like she did 50% of the time she was around Draco Malfoy.

He suddenly grabbed her hand, intertwining his fingers with hers. Y/N was thrown off guard at the gesture, which felt oddly intimate, but she gripped him back.

“So…” she whispered. “What are we doing here?”

Draco smirked.


The two of them creeped down the stairwell just outside of the Slytherin common room, trying to be as silent as possible. They walked along the walls, as if that would make them more invisible.

Just after they got halfway down the stairs, Draco abruptly stopped walking, clamping a hand over Y/N’s mouth and pushing her back against the wall.

She elbowed him in the ribs.

Draco’s mouth fell open as he resisted crying out in pain, his hand falling from Y/N’s lips.

“Filch.” he mouthed, before she could yell at him.

Her eyebrows knitted together, clearly not understanding. 

A grating meow.

Y/N’s eyes widened. 

The two Slytherins pressed their backs to the stone wall, Draco’s fingers carefully wrapped around her wrist. Her breathing quickened, and not just because of the approaching footsteps. 

Draco could feel her pulse.

He didn’t think his heart was capable of beating so fast.

Y/N could see an approaching light on the far wall, and a portion of Filch’s shadow. She covered her mouth with her free hand, to prevent any sound from coming out.

But the universe was looking out for her and Draco, because Filch turned and left.

They both exhaled at the same time, and turned to face one another.

Draco couldn’t help smiling, and Y/N let out a small laugh.


He took her all the way up to the roof of the astronomy tower.

“Why are we up here?” she asked, a grin plastered on her face. Draco had never noticed the crinkles that formed next to her eyes when she smiled.

He squeezed her hand and took a breath. He wasn’t quite sure why he felt so open with her, but he took a chance and said, “I come up here a lot, by myself.”

She squeezed his hand back, knowing that this wasn’t something he shared with many.

“Come here.” he said, pulling her toward a bench with a telescope positioned in front of it. He sat down, and Y/N followed, turning to face him. The cold air had turned Draco’s pale cheeks a slight shade of pink. He grinned at her, fiddling with her fingers.

“What?” she said. “Did you bring me up here just to stare at me?”

Draco’s smile fell, only slightly. He began to stand up. “Hold on.” he said, kissing her quickly on the nose and moving over to the telescope.

Y/N messed with her hair, only attempting to cover up the blush that had set up camp in her cheekbones.

She watched Draco fumble with the telescope, and wondered how exactly this had happened - only a few days ago they were bickering at each other. And now he was kissing her on the nose and making her blush?

“Here.” he said, lowering the telescope so it lined up with her height. “Look.”

She stepped up and peered in, and her eyes focused on a cluster of stars. “What am I looking at?”

“Draco.”

“Huh?” she said, looking at him.

“It’s the constellation I was named after.” he said, pulling awkwardly on his tie.

The corners of Y/N’s lips turned up. “You brought me here to show me the constellation that you’re named after?”

“Damn it, I was trying to be romantic.” he sighed, his hands falling to his sides. 

She laughed. “Just shut up and kiss me.”

Y/N closed the gap between them by yanking on the green and silver tie hanging around Draco’s neck. Their lips met, and shoes scuffed on the floor as they made their way back to the bench. Draco’s hands found their way to Y/N’s hair, as her hands rested gently on his cold cheeks.

Her heart hammered against her ribcage as tongues bumped and teeth scraped. Draco’s fingers slightly shook as they traveled from her hair down to her waist, an exciting twinge in his stomach.

Y/N pulled away, her lips lingering on top of his. “Fuck.” she mumbled.

Draco’s blue-grey eyes widened. “What?”

She hastily pressed her lips to his right ear and whispered, “Someone’s coming.”

Chills ran down his spine at the sudden touch.

Their eyes met and neither of them moved. If anyone were to come through the roof door, they’d have no place to hide. Y/N bit down on her lip at the steady sounds that resembled footsteps.

But many seconds passed, and nobody came. 

“You hear that too, right?” she whispered, close enough that Draco could see the specks of color in her eyes, in the glow from the moon.

“Yeah.” he choked out, his voice breaking.

She slowly leaned away, and made her way to the edge of the roof, her hands curving over the edge of the barrier. Draco followed.

Then they saw it: a vibrant orange cat, repeatedly swatting at a stray food can down on the road. 

Draco audibly exhaled, saying, “It’s just Granger’s stupid cat.”

A short silence followed, before the two of them bursted into laughter. Stomachs were clutched and tears leaked out of eyes and somehow they ended up sitting, shoulders touching, against the barrier at the edge of the tower’s roof.

“What are we doing?” she breathed, after the laughter had died down.

“I don’t know.” he replied, his smile lingering.

“Is this a mistake?” she said. “I mean, Filch, and the cat. Are they signs or something?”

“What?” Draco said, sternly, his grin falling. “No.”

Y/N looked over at him, his blue-grey eyes staring directly into hers. He took a breath and said, “I don’t know what… this, is yet. But I do know that I like it.”

The corners of her mouth turned up again and the crinkles made their way back to her eyes as Draco grabbed her hand, threading his fingers with hers.

“I really, really like it.” he said, giving her hand a squeeze.

Suddenly, Y/N’s heart lurched at the realization in front of her. The uncertainty, the doubt - it was terrifying. The possibility of them, the two of them. The time stretched out in front of them. His long fingers intertwined with hers. It all scared her, but thrilled her at the same time. 

“Okay, say something.” Draco said. “Don’t leave me sitting here like an idiot.” 

She laughed, looking up with the boy that had worry written all over his face.

“I like it too.”


sorry i haven’t posted much since last weekend; school is keeping me really busy!! i am also going to see fantastic beasts tomorrow night, so i most likely won’t be posting then.

i do have a lot of fics in progress, so i hope to post a bunch this weekend! xx

imagine the same night they get stiles back they go to his house and lydia stays with him. They talk about their feelings, they kiss and fall asleep like at 3 am. They wake up at 12 pm and when they go to the living room they hear stiles’ dad crying and scott talking. When they enter the room, scott tells them that the ghost riders are now killing all the people who have been saved and the only way to keep stiles safe is making him leave BH as soon as possible. Then lydia says “There must be another way. We can’t let him go again. I won’t let that happen.” But scott insists that it’s the only way to keep him safe. Stiles is left speechless in all of that chaos, he doesn’t know how to react. He just got his friends and family back, and now he has to leave everything behind one more time? What about Lydia? Then john ( lol not noah ) tells stiles that he has to leave tomorrow and that he already settled everything. After hours of arguing about the matter ( the time is 4 pm ) stiles and lydia goes to stiles’ room and she start going through his closet.   “You have to pack ” she says hiding her face away from stiles’ eyes. He gets closer and takes his clothes out of her hands. He throws them on the bed and focuses back on the girl who is now holding back tears. He just holds her for a while, letting her have her moment. A few seconds later, he can feel her tears wetting his shirt. “I’m sorry ” he whispers while stroking her hair. “It’s my fault, isn’t it? ” stiles tightens the grip on her as she holds his t-shirt in her fist and buries her face in the crook of his neck “It is not-” “If I- I mean… I should’ve told you sooner. I should’ve- i-” “Hey hey, stop it right now. The important thing is that you told me, alright? And I’m so grateful you did. Let’s make the best out of this last day.” He leans over and kisses her once, twice… They make love the whole night. A night of tears and whispered “I love you"s. A night full of fear of tomorrow.

thank you @yoncebanshee for turning my shitty writing into this masterpiece 

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“So are you going to give me his files or will I have to remove them from the archives myself,” Sherlock asked frowning deeply at his brother from across the room. You saw now what Sherlock had meant when he said that the information that you needed wasn’t ‘easily obtainable’. The detective was sure that your presence would make this easier. You weren’t exactly sharing the same sense of optimism. Perhaps Sherlock knew something you didn’t. You doubted it. “You know those are top security files, Sherlock,” Mycroft quipped. “Certainly not something we hand out to amateurs.” He smiled unpleasantly. Sherlock glared. Sensing danger, you decided to speak up before Mycroft called security to have Sherlock forcibly removed from the building…again. “I assure you,” you stated, staring into Mycroft’s unfaltering gaze, “I am quite experienced.” To your surprise, Mycroft blushed deeply. Realization slowly set in. Oh…OH.

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PLEASE JUST IMAGINE

Like, if canon were different, and Allen didn’t die or reverse age or whatever the heck, he and Cross would be about the same age. Imagine it. They’d most likely be friends and generals together. 
-Adult!Long Haired Allen with Cross and Cross trying to spin that they’re brothers and Allen is like “jesus no”
- Cross getting drunk and arrested and golem’s Allen up “Hey im in jail again”
“Bloody fucking hell Marian”
-Allen laying about reading on his day off and Cross is across the room trying to Make Experiments. Allen constantly making comments about them and what chemical reactions Cross needs.
-They both blow shit up on missions when together.
-Allen likes to yank Cross’ hair and call him “Mary” when he needs to get Cross’ attention away from his booze/ladies/science experiment.
-Cross boasting how he only allows “Beautiful things to be around him” and Allen walks in the room eating a sandwich “oh and Allen” he says. Allen is just ????? and glares bc why tf are you talking about me Mary.
-Cross fucks off for a good year and when the Order starts making a stink about it and pesters Allen, Allen grouches and is like give me 2 days. 2 Days Later General Allen Walker is dragging a bitching General Cross Marian through the Order’s doors.
-General! Allen taking Lenalee under his wing and helping with her training (Dad Allen 100%)
-Generals Allen and Cross having a Reputation for Nonsense around the Order. -Every time Leverrier is around, Allen pranks the shit out of him, but since he’s Allen no one can ever find proof it was him and he just smiles his damn innocent smile and frolics away to his books and food. 
- Allen and Cross gambling everyone out of their money always and everywhere. 
-Add more is you want please feed my need for General Allen and shenanigans. 

Heal - Enoch O'Connor imagine - request - part 1

request: Have you ever done a writing about Enoch were there’s someone new in the loop and they have the same peculiarity as him but with slight differences and he’s a little curious about them but he end up liking the person? (You needed some ideas so he I am! ring me up)

a/n: here it is! i like it, i am proud of it and i hope you like this, too. i will be doing part 2 ayeyayeyayeayeeeee


y/n was still dazed by everything around her, she asked for her room and privacy. miss peregrine led her up the stairs, her room was across the hall from a door that was a paler white than all the others. y/n furrowed her eyebrows at the weird door, but got into her room and closed the door after her.

she sighed. the room was spacious. there were empty shelves, a desk, a bed and a closet. there was also a large window with a wide-enough windowsill to sit on from which the bright summer sun light shone down from.

y/n placed her suitcases down on the floor and sat on the bed with flowered covers. this was all a new start for her, a new life. new people, new things happening, new secrets, anything new.

she had been asking for something like this, but did she want it now? she didn’t know. god, she needed to go back, get out of here.

but mother had said this is the safest place there will be. i wonder - what did she mean by that?

there was a knock on y/n’s door. she sighed again. “come in.” she called out.

the door was hesitantly opened by a teenage boy with dark hair. he partly came into y/n’s eyesight. he also had dark eyes, but his skin was pale as paper. his face held a gloomy grimace, the one that makes you feel sorry for the person even if you don’t know the reason.

y/n stretched her dress out and looked at the boy. “hi.” she said with a sigh.

“hullo.” he said. “i, uh-i’m enoch.” he introduced himself. “you must be y/n.”

“yes, that’s me.” y/n said.

“n-nice to meet you.” enoch said. “i heard that you, uh… that our ‘peculiarities’ are very similar.”

“oh.” y/n said. “who did you hear that from?”

“miss peregrine, of course. she knows everything.”

y/n opened her mouth to ask how did the lady of the house know everything, but then left that question for later. she had a tiny bit more important one on her mind.

“how much exactly are our… powers different?” y/n asked enoch.

“well… miss peregrine didn’t tell me what you can do.” enoch stated. “but i can take one’s life and give it to another.”

“oh.” y/n’s eyebrows raised. that’s a creepy… peculiarity or something. “so you can make… the dead alive again?”

“you could call it that, sure.” enoch grinned a little. “but what can you do?”

“i can…” y/n sighed. she had never told anyone about her power this directly. “i can heal anything, anyone, if i want to.”

“how exactly?” enoch squinted his eyes as if to see and know more about y/n.

“with my… hands.” she furrowed her eyebrows.

“can you show me?”

“is there anyone hurt?”

“hold on.” enoch said and went out of the room. where was he off to? he returned a few minutes after with a bird in his hands. “here.”

enoch walked over to y/n and stood before her while giving her the bird. when it landed in her hands, she saw its wing was broken. her face saddened.

enoch sat next to y/n on the bed, a little too closely for y/n if she would notice, and looked at her. she examined the bird and then took it closer to her face.

y/n held the broken wing between her fingers and closed her eyes. she placed a kiss on the bird’s head, her eyebrows furrowed in concentration. a few seconds passed with y/n healing the bird and enoch intently and curiously watching her.

y/n took the bird away from her and brought it before her enoch, a little further up in the air. the bird shook its head and swung up into the air. it was flying again.

y/n smiled and looked over at enoch. “that’s how i do it.” she was proud and it left enoch still curious, but also amazed.

“that’s… amazing.” he said. y/n blushed a little.

“thanks.” she said.

enoch cleared his throat as the tension between them became awkward. “anyways, there’s dinner in a few minutes. we have to go. miss peregrine doesn’t like anyone being late.”

y/n watched as the bird flew out of the window and then looked back at enoch. “yes, of course.”

Living With the Boys Would Include:

-being overly comfortable with each other 

-doing your makeup while one of them is taking a shower in the same bathroom 

-”hey Y/N you want to join me”

-”nope”

-”but why”

-stealing one of Mikey’s shirts and wearing only that with underwear 

-you/one of the boys walking into the room shouting “I need to cuddle”

-having a hard time choosing which boy to cuddle with when they all want to

-deciding that you will all just lay together

-you getting totally squished underneath them

-doing Cal’s makeup

-helping mike choose what hair color he should choose

-”you should dye it grey”

-”no”

-”then why the hell did you ask me to pick”

-getting mad at Luke because he leaves water everywhere after he showers

-you not shouting at him because you know he will cry

-his face getting all red when you talk to him in a serious tone

-going to parties with the boys 

-you looking hot af

-them all running over to you when a guy starts hitting on you

-cheek kisses

-forehead kisses

-cute hugs

-holding hands even though you’re not dating

this sucked sorry

I Hate You

Word Total: 1091…  

Request: Anonymous asked: Can I request one where Poe and reader are always arguing and everybody is like damn don’t let them be in the same room together but secretly they totally banging and love each other and nobody figures whats really going on

Pairing:  Poe Dameron x Reader

“Not again” Rey sighed rubbing her temples as soon as Y/N and Poe started to shout at each other, for the simple fact that he had left the door open behind him. “Could you two be civil for at least a minu─”

“That’s why someone invented the doors,” Y/N with angry steps she stood in front of the door, took the handle and smiled back at Poe. “To have privacy, Dameron” Poe rolled his eyes and crossed his arms across his chest. “You take this and then slowly pushed it the opposite way you opened it and there you go you close the damn door”

Finn looked back and forth between Y/N and Poe. “Why do we have to be together with them in a room?” He turned his head towards Rey’s direction. “Whose idea was to put this two in a room?” he added as they started to shout at each other about anything that wasn’t the problem at first: the door.

“It was mine actually”

Everyone’s head turn towards the open door and saw General Organa. Y/N quickly closed her mouth and Poe stood straight putting his hands behind him “I need two experts to complete this mission” the General said as she entered the room and stood in the middle.

“Complete? She barely can count to ten” Poe said with a smirk pointing towards Y/N. “Besides she doesn’t-“

“Shut up, Dameron. You can even fix a damn water leak in your bathroom. My grandmother could do a better job in piloting… please the best pilot of the galaxy my─”

Y/N shut her mouth as soon as General Organa look at her. “I apologize” she smiled at the General then glared at Poe who snickered beside her.

“In my defense, it was difficult to rea-“


“Shut up you two, you quarrel like an old couple”

“What?”


“We don’t─”

“In that case, can you both be silent and listen to me; for a moment”

Y/N crossed her arms across her chest and walked towards Rey. “If she be-“

“Dameron, please be silent. I’ll be brief”

Poe nodded and glared at Y/N, she completely ignored him and kept looking at the flickering lamps beside her. Moths were attracted by the random lighting provided by the old lamps attached to the wall.  

“Well…” Rey said with an awkward smile, she clapped her hands and looked around the enormous room. Y/N was walking towards the flickering lights, it was making her anxious seeing that flickering lights…

“Don’t touch it”

“I was just looking at it, genius”

“Here we go again”

 

 

Y/N sat by the lake looking at the two moon reflected on the pond in front of her. “You’re good at this” She smiled and dipped her feet down into the small pond. Y/N smiled as the cold water calm down her aching feet, been on your feet for four hours wasn’t pleasant at all.

She turned around and saw Poe walking towards her. He had a smile on his face with his hands behind his back. “You’re not coming to kill me, are you? I do hate you, so you know” Y/N questioned with a smile on her face.

Poe let out a laugh and shook his head, “I hate you too”

Y/N let out a snort and shook her head. Poe handed her the lovely bouquet of baby breath flowers, she took a sniff and smiled at Poe; who sat beside her looking at her. “Thank you”

“It was nothing, you deserve much better; after the things I said-“


“And I am sorry, for calling you an idiot”

“You have called me worse,you’re” Poe said with a smile, Y/N nodded looking down her feet with shame. “I am sorry about that too”

 

Y/N sighed and scoop up beside Poe, she put her head on his shoulder and looked back at the pond. “We should tell them”

“No”

“Why not?”

Poe put his arm around Y/N’s shoulder and softly kissed her head. “I don’t want to put you in danger Y/N, this is the only way I can protect you. Nobody can know about us, I want to keep you safe”

“I am an engineer, Poe. I can very well take care of myself”

“I don’t want to lose anyone else”

“Poe”

Y/N raised her head from his shoulder, she raised her hand and touched his cheek. “You will never lose me, Poe. I’ll promise, but we can’t keep doing this. It’s difficult to come with insults for you”

“But is easy for me”

Y/N raised her head from his shoulder and playfully shoved Poe. “I hate you so much” Poe chuckled and Y/N put her hand on his shoulder again.  “Poe, we can’t this anymore. We need to tell them, they are our friends. I doubt they are going to hurt me, just let them know”


Poe nodded and bend down to kiss Y/N, “If that’s what you wish, Y/N” He took a deep breath and shouted “You can come out now”

Rey and Finn look at each other and blushed. They carefully came out of the bushes behind them. Rey scratched the back of her head and Finn looked around except for them. “What are you doing here?”

“We thought you were going to kill each other” Rey answered. “And the General said to prevent you know…”

Finn nodded in agreement and looked at them. “Why did you hide this from us?”

“You know, Poe. He was trying to be overprotective it was his idea to hide it from you guys”

“No, it was your idea”

“My idea? You were the one that suggested that we should hide this relationship from anyone. You thought that hidden relationships were more enjoyable. All the prohibited was more romanti─”  

“It was, but it was your idea to fake hate to each other”

“I never said that”

“You were the one that called me donkey poopoo”

“No, I didn’t. You called me a space idiot. Poe PooPoo” Y/N sassed back

Finn and Rey looked at each other and smiled. “We are just-“

“Poopoo? I am no-“

“You called me an egocentrically prick. In front of my father, you know how embarrassing that was” Y/N said she stood up and pushed Poe into the pond. Rey and Finn quickly took a sharp turn and ran.  “At least it was more decent, calling you a donkey. But I shall apologize to the donkey for offending him by comparing him to you, Dameron”

Y/N squealed as soon as her body hit the freezing water.

“POE DAMERON YOU’RE DEAD!”

Bedtime story

(Child) Robb Stark x (Child)Reader x (Child) Jon Snow

Words: 895
Notes: Y/N = your name.

Warnings: fluff.

Imagine being a child living in Winterfell with Robb and Jon, and falling asleep in Robb’s bed with him and Jon.


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It was, all in all, a warm night: a wool blanket was enough to keep Robb, Jon and you warm. You three were in Robb’s room, wrapped together in bed with you stuck between them, listening intently to the Old Nan telling the Rat Cook tale. In all honesty, you couldn’t tell which was scarier, if the story or the Old Nan herself. The cook was giving you the creeps, but at the same time you were trembling because of the shrunken wrinkled face that appeared so ghostly by the candle light. As the woman was speaking, you imperceptibly turned to glimpse Jon, serious and focused; then you looked at Robb and saw him smirking off his face. It certainly seemed like you were the only one who was almost frightened to death; anyway, you couldn’t let the two boys knowing about it, so you swallowed your fear and went back to listen to Old Nan.

It seemed like hours until the story ended and you were now watching the woman leaving slowly and wobbly, not before she recommended Jon and you to return to your respective bedrooms. As to make a point, Old Nan left the door open letting the cold air from the hallway in.

– Are we going? – Jon asked you, but Robb started to protest.

– Already tired? – he complained standing up on the furs of his bed while his half-brother, instead, got off jumping on the floor. Jon handed you your little shoes even before he could put his own on, to keep you from touch the cold ground with bare feet.

– If lady Catelyn finds us here, she will scold us again – he insisted looking up to Robb.

– I can hide you! – the auburn haired boy exclaimed and with that he jumped off the bed too and grabbed one of Jon’s boot. Jon tried to steal it from his grasp, but he failed. – And – his brother went on looking at you, – Y/n wants to stay, I know!

He then got closer to you that were slipping the second shoe on, – Stay here, Y/n – he plead. Meanwhile Jon finally succeeded in having his boot back.

– Jon… – you begged with an uncertain expression on your face, hoping not to make him mad. Actually, the idea to stay alone in your dark room after that creepy tale really wasn’t so appealing. That happened every time and this was the reason you played for time with Robb and Jon so often after curfew. So, it was only your fault if lady Catelyn had dressed the three of you down for the last three days. Being the apple of his mother’s eye, Robb didn’t seem to mind the scolds at all, but Jon, of course, was another matter. Lady Catelyn didn’t like him and he knew it pretty well, and he just wished not to make her upset; but as a little child, he also wished to stay with his friends having fun as long as possible. Because of that, now he was staring at his feet, one still bare and cold on the floor, pondering what to do.

Robb patted his shoulder with a wide smile – Let’s build up a barricade! – he said.

– A barricade? – you asked confused, watching as Robb closed the door of his room trying to be as silent as possible and then Jon giving up to your will with a sigh. He took off the only boot he was wearing and reached you on the mattress, quickly followed by Robb.

– A barricade against the Rat Cook – he explained glancing strangely at Jon, who started to crawl towards you murmuring – Because if you don’t hide…

– He will eat you! – they both burst out tickling you and making you scream. Anyway, Robb was fast enough to shout you up by putting a hand on your mouth, scratching your belly with the other along with Jon. After a while they got tired and exhausted from all the laughs, and let you rest, panting breathless.

– I hate you – you whined moving under the blankets. You covered yourself above your head, and in there you listened to the boys whispers.

You made her mad – Robb said and Jon answered back he was the one who tickled you more. Later you heard the soft sound of the covers raising as the boy slipped down there with you.

– Sorry, Y/n – Jon muttered grasping the hem of your nightdress as Robb laid down next to you too; you felt Robb’s little hand stroking your cheek and then he asked – You’re not crying, are you?

Fully aware you succeeded in your plans, you started to giggle.

– You really are stupid! – and they tickled you again.

***

Catelyn found the three of you sleeping in Robb’s bed when she came to check for her son. Even if you disobeyed her for the fourth time in a week, she could not disturb your dreams. The simple way Robb rested, keeping you in a genuine embrace and holding Jon too at the same time, melted her heart.

– Oh, Ned… – she whispered as her husband walked in, unable to hide a warm smile.

He wrapped an arm around her waist and placed a kiss on her temple.

– Let them stay here for tonight.

Catelyn nodded. They gave a last look to you and went out, closing the door gently as not to waken you.



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This was very short, but I hope you enjoyed it anyway =)

Q&A Saturday!

(I tried to do as much as I could before my hand started cramping again LOL So again, if your question’s not on here, I will either answer it next week or I’m saved it as a prompt and will make an art piece for it! Thank you and I hope you enjoy!)

LOL, I can def imagine them doing that all the time, poor Cable bun <3

( ”It was 1 am, we were just kissing a lil and the kiddo didn’t stay asleep in the guest room. Not even that bad. We had to bribe her to make sure she wouldn’t tell his parents though.” )

It was a friend’s oc, Elliot! I’m not sure if you are remember from this lil picture LOL: 

I aM VERY UNCOMFORTABLE WITH DARIO…..

Omg, I drew this so long ago from that same old question but I never posted it. 

I think Kathy might have platonic crushes? Not sure but the crushes they have on Cable and Jaleena right now aren’t romantic! They’re platonic friend crushes (meaning they want to be their bff for a long, long time)! <3

LOL

(Better her than Cable, I don’t think he would do it LOL)

Thank you so much! I’m glad you enjoy my content! <3 And I use the Sai program! 

It has been a while, yes, I got heavily distracted with all kinds of projects and not to mention I feel like comics arent actually my strong suit ; v ; But I do hope to finish it eventually aaa! And I would have to do generation 2 as a prompt so look forward to seeing that in the future! C: Thank you! <3 

I use that color above for most of my linearts! (Sometimes it’s a dark blue for Garrett’s color themes, purple for Mei’s, etc) Once I’m done, I used lighter colors to blend in better with the colors they’re on! (Like Garrett’s cheek and hair lines being a lighter orange, and his hair being a darker color) It’s really it! Sometimes I’ll add a lighter overlay on where the light would hit but I think that’s about it!

(Coloring lineart is one of my favorite things to do omg…)

I’m sorry! Anyone who really knows me knows I have a lot of self-image issues, so this is honestly as close as you’re going to get as a picture from me… ; v ; /) None of my sonas will ever really look like me either, I just go with cool design choices.

NO.

JK, this was my first serious oc! <3 Her name was Huggy (and my friends later nicknamed me that too) and she was part teddy bear LOL


That’s all the asks I can answer for today! Thank you for all the questions! Sorry it was late and I hope you enjoyed this, it was was a lot of fun to do! Please don’t hesitate to send me more to answer next time and see you all next Saturday! <3

Thanks for reading! Bye! Love you all and have a lovely weekend!! <3

4

Requested by anon

It started with little things; little comments here and there about how nice Merlin was, how much of a gentleman he was, that he did this and that, in fact at first you’d thought she was interested in courting him. It then grew to comments while the two of you were together, teasing jokes and forcing the two of you in the same room alone together. And it continued to grow.

At some point you realised what she was doing, her attempts at matchmaking weren’t exactly subtle, but you weren’t annoyed with them. Not really. It wasn’t as if you weren’t interested in Merlin.

The Dorks Go to Prom! (Kuroo x Reader) (Prom!AU)

Universe: Prom

Character: Kuroo Tetsurou

 

Originally posted by tetsuruo


As soon as Kuroo stepped out of the dressing room, all eyes fell on him. He caught his reflection in a nearby mirror, and he moved closer to get a better look.

The suit was perfectly cut to accommodate his figure, every inch and every size falling in place just as he had intended them to be. Kuroo pulled at his collar, adjusting it so he could be even more comfortable.

He imagined that reflection of him to be the exact same vision of him during prom. A small smile crossed his face as he imagined her fixing his tie, pinning on his boutonniere, and beaming at him as if he was the only thing that ever mattered to her.

Now, if he could just deal with his hair…

“Forget it.”

Kuroo turned around, looking pointedly at his three companions. Akaashi was lounging on the couch, eyebrows slightly raised as he nodded in approval of Kuroo’s attire. Kenma devoted a good five seconds to observe Kuroo before returning to his phone. Bokuto, who had spoken up, was sitting beside Akaashi and running his hand through his hair.

“What did you say?”

“I said, forget it man,” Bokuto said, pouting a little. “There’s no way you’re looking like that at prom. Hell, even I would want to sleep with you.”

“Is it that bad?” Kuroo turned his attention back to his reflection.

“Don’t listen to him, Kuroo-san,” Akaashi said. “It looks good on you.”

“Thanks, Akaashi,” Kuroo replied. “Though, if I could only find a good tie…”

“What?” Bokuto raised an eyebrow. “I thought you already bought one?”

“Nah. I’ve been having trouble picking one out,” Kuroo admitted. “Seriously. I shouldn’t be taking more than three weeks to buy a damn tie.”

“Kuroo.”

Kenma’s quiet voice rang out. Kuroo hadn’t noticed that his best friend had gone over to where the ties were being displayed, and was now holding one in his hands.

“Kenma…” Kuroo said, as Kenma came closer, and began putting the tie around Kuroo’s neck. “Why’d you get this?”

“Trust me,” Kenma replied, pulling off a perfect Windsor knot and arranging it carefully so that it fell in the middle of Kuroo’s suit. “You’ll thank me later.”

As soon as Kenma stepped away, Kuroo looked once more at his reflection in the mirror. He smiled, satisfied with the results.

“Y/N’s going to fall head over heels for you, bro,” Bokuto grinned.

“Oh, so she hasn’t, yet?” Kuroo replied cockily, heading to the dressing room to change.

“I’m just saying,” Bokuto said. “Guys like you taking girls like her to prom…she’ll love that. Trust me.”

“Bokuto-san, your prom date rejected you three times before she said yes.”

“Akaashi! You promised you wouldn’t tell! Actually, how does that connect with what I just said?!”

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“…and we’re done!” Mrs. L/N placed the last curl over Y/N’s shoulder. “Oh, darling. You look so beautiful.”

Y/N stood up, and caught her own reflection in the mirror. Her mother had pulled the first layer of her hair into an elegant bun, and curled the rest, letting them fall over her shoulders. Her dress wasn’t as flashy as the designs that her classmates were more than eager to share with the entire school, but she wasn’t too fond of going all out, even during prom night.

She wore an emerald green dress, with off-the-shoulder short sleeves. The dress fit snugly around her waist with a black satin belt, and stopped just at her knees. The dress had black accents, too, a last-minute addition thanks to Kenma’s little comment about how Kuroo was buying a jet-black suit.

Y/N exhaled slowly, reaching up to rub in her foundation even more. The nerves were starting to come in, rattling her entire being.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?”

Y/N put on a smile and turned to face her mother. “Nothing,” she said. “I’m just…nervous, that’s all.”

“For prom? Or about your prom date?”

Y/N’s cheeks burned scarlet at that, and Mrs. L/N laughed. “Goodness, Y/N. You two have been dating for so long, and you still get flustered whenever somebody talks about you or him. That’s so adorable!”

Y/N wrinkled her nose. “C’mon, Mom, it’s nothing like that—“

“Don’t worry, darling.” Mrs. L/N gave her a small kiss on her nose. “You look gorgeous. And if Kuroo thinks otherwise, come find me, and we can discuss where we can hide the body.”

Y/N giggled, and felt a lot more relaxed. Mrs. L/N reached for the box on her dresser, and handed it to Y/N along with her clutch.

At that moment, the doorbell rang downstairs. Y/N gasped, and immediately reached for her mother’s hands. They listened intently as the door opened, and the voices in the living room could be heard all the way to her room.

“Oh, Kuroo,” Mr. Y/N said.

“Good evening, sir,” Kuroo replied. Y/N giggled at the hint of nervousness in his tone—he’d always complained that her dad scared the living hell out of him.

“Good evening to you too. Come on in, she’ll be down in a minute.”

As soon as the door closed, Mrs. L/N turned to Y/N. “It’s now or never, sweetheart.”

“I—“

“Deep breaths. You look absolutely stunning.”

Y/N took a deep breath, before drawing herself up to her full height, and slipping on her silver stilettos.

“Okay,” she whispered. “Let’s go.”

The walk downstairs was torturous. Y/N couldn’t hear anything except for the blood roaring in her ears, and the rattling breaths that escaped her lips.

What are you so nervous about? she thought. This is Kuroo. This is dorky, kind-of-an-asshole, nerdy Tetsurou. You’ve been dating for months. You know how he looks like.

But even that thought couldn’t prepare her for what she would be seeing as she caught a glimpse of him.

At the sound of her heels thumping lightly against the steps, Kuroo’s head snapped up, and his hands nearly flew to his hair out of habit. Instead, he used them to straighten his suit jacket, and he cleared his throat.

He opened his mouth to greet her…and suddenly, the words got stuck on his tongue.

Y/N shyly descended, looking every bit regal in her emerald green dress. His heart swelled to see the black accents in the fabric, which matched his suit.

When she looked up at him and gave him a small smile, he felt as if his heart would right then and there jump out of its cage. Kuroo had to reach up and loosen the tie around his neck…when the movement caught Y/N’s eye.

She was staring at his tie with an odd-sort of smile, and he looked down at where she was staring. The tie that Kenma had picked out…was emerald green, completely matching her dress.

Kuroo cleared his throat. “So, um…did…”

“Kenma?” Y/N said, laughing slightly. “Yeah. He saw my dress, and told me to match your suit.”

“And he gave me the tie to match your dress,” Kuroo said, laughing in disbelief. “Ah, man. I’m gonna have to find him a date for next year.”

Y/N handed him the box, and he opened it to see the matching boutonniere and corsage. He smiled at her as he motioned for her to come closer, pulling out the corsage and placing the box on the table.

“Wait!” Mrs. L/N came squealing into the room, holding up her phone. “Let me take pictures.”

Y/N bit back a smile as she began to blush. “Mom—“

“Go on, sweetheart. Pretend I’m not here.”

Kuroo laughed quietly, before slipping the corsage around Y/N’s wrist. In return, Y/N pinned the boutonniere on his suit, patting it down careful and fixing his tie.

Out of habit, Y/N reached up to attempt to tame Kuroo’s hair, only to find it slicked back.

“You fixed your hair,” she marveled, and he smirked in response. “How did you do it?”

“With great difficulty,” he replied, and Y/N laughed.

“Oh, you two look so cute! Smile!”

Y/N sighed at her mother’s eagerness, but laced an arm through Kuroo’s anyway. His other hand found hers, and gave it a gentle squeeze as Mrs. L/N took the picture.

“I think we should go,” Kuroo said, checking his watch. “It’s a ten-minute drive, but I suppose you don’t want to be late, Y/N?”

“I wouldn’t,” Y/N agreed. “Okay, let’s go.”

“I want her home by 12, Kuroo,” Mr. Y/N suddenly chimed from his spot on the couch.

Kuroo flinched, and Y/N snorted in laughter, hiding it behind her hand. “Yes, sir.”

Then, with Y/N’s arm still in his, Kuroo led her out of the house, with her mother squealing behind them.

As soon as Kuroo helped her into his car, he let out a sigh, visibly relaxing as he got into the driver’s seat. Y/N had to smile at her boyfriend—at least someone was obviously more nervous than she was.

“Kuroo,” she said, placing her hand gently over his own.

“Huh?” Kuroo said, a little too quickly, as he started the car. “We’ll get there in time, I promise—“

“Kuroo—“

“—and I’ll have you home by 12, don’t you worry babe—“

“Baby—“

“Did I blow it back there? I thought I could handle it, I thought I was cool—“

Y/N grabbed his chin, and pulled him into a kiss to stop his rambling. Sure enough, Kuroo shut up.

“Calm down,” Y/N said, as soon as they pulled away. “You look so handsome. I didn’t get a chance to say it earlier.”

“And you look absolutely gorgeous,” Kuroo whispered. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Kuroo pressed his lips against hers again, smiling as he pulled away.

“You know, if I get nervous again, do I get another kiss?”

“Don’t push it, Tetsurou.”