oh my god i just really wanted to draw this i'm sorry

Deity of comfy PJs and sweaters

Peter x Reader (I tried to be gender neutral.)

Description: Person A wears a hoodie that is waaaaay to big for them. The sleeves are way past their fists and the hood goes over their face. It takes all of Person B’s will power not to take them right then and there. Bonus points for if Person B eventually gives in to the adorableness. (from otpisms)

My asks are opens so if you want to send in a request! 

Warnings: Implied smut I guess and kissing 


You had been looking for a sweater in Peters closet for five minutes when you found the perfect one. You put it on and the sleeves went way past your fists so much so that the sleeves actually went to the middle of your thighs and the bottom was almost at your knees. You wondered where Peter had gotten this sweater from because despite your size difference this sweater would be way too big for him too. 

You came out of his room wearing the sweater and sat on the couch, waiting for him to put a movie in you, were going to watch one of your favorites. “Did you find a sweater alright y/n?” he asked,

“Yeah! I found this really big one. Where did you get this it’s even way too big for you.” you replied drawing out the L in really. He turned around but stopped when he saw the sweater you were wearing. “Wh-here did you-u find that?” he asked stuttering a bit. “Uhm in your closet? Is it okay if I wear it, I probably should have asked…” You said sheepishly. 

“No no, it’s okay. It’s okay I’ve just been looking for that sweater for a while. It was Uncle bens.” He replied in a soft voice. “Oh my god I didn’t know I’m so sorry, I’ll take it off.” You said standing up, even though it had been a while since Ben died you didn’t want Peter to be sad or reminded of that time. “No don’t, you look really cute anyway.” He said stopping you and laughing a little. “Are you sure?” you asked hesitantly. He nodded and sat down beside you starting the movie and pulling you close. 

“Oh man, I forgot the popcorn!” he said throwing his hand up. “Oh come on Peter! I'm kidding I’ll get it.” You said standing up. As you passed Peter you could feel his eyes on you. “Stop staring weirdo,” you said and hit him on the head with your really long sleeves. “I can’t help it you just look so amazing like you're actually a Deity. The Deity of comfy PJs and sweaters.” you laughed and kissed his forehead, then grabbed the popcorn. 

When you sat down you tried to focus on the movie but you couldn’t help but notice Peters hands around you and on your thigh. You looked at him and made eye contact. He leaned in and kissed you than taking your face in his hands, he sped up the kiss and made it more intense. Your hand pulled at his hair trying to pull you guys closer together. He broke the kiss breathing heavily and started kissing down your neck and chest making his way to your thighs. “Peter we shouldn’t do this on your couch.” You told him huffing. He just ignored you and made his way back up to your face kissing everywhere but this time under the sweater. He popped his head through the hole and kissed you, you laughed. “Your right, let’s take this to my room.”  

Wow so this happened… On a semi hiatus but here’s a lil angsty smutty gift for y'all. Happy Sunday.

Originally posted by happybirthdayjjk

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Drabble game prompt #12. “Say it!”


He fucks you relentlessly into the sheets, and turns you around so you’re on your hands and knees.

His fingers slide provocatively up your slit from behind as he guides himself back into you, and the both of you let out simultaneous moans as you reconnect.

You mewl as he continues thrusting, and suddenly a hand that’s anchoring him upright next to your head comes down to your chest, pressing up to indicate that you should get up on your hands. Confused, you let him pull you up so that your back is up against his chest and your hands are coming down to hold your weight. The hand slides up your neck and continues until he’s cupping your jaw.

“J-jungkook?” You whimper as his hips don’t stop thrusting into you, hitting that spot that has you seeing stars.

He doesn’t respond and instead yanks your jaw harshly to the right, turning the both of you to face the nightstand.

And then you see what he sees.

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LR - beautiful Liar ( L and Raito Version )  ( ´ ▽ ` )ノ

Seriously, i’m really like this song. You can see this music video in HERE . 
just really want  to draw this, because their look like Raito and L, and they are a liar  ✧

random quotes from Super Best Friends play Final Fantasy XV

“I want him to just pick this thing [Carbuncle] up and eat it.”

“I remember that first trailer back when I was nine. This game took 85 years to come out.”

“Noctis looks like such an asshole I can’t stand it.”

In game: Find out what Gladiolus is weak to and let him have it.
Matt: “He’s weak to insults about his performance in the bedroom.”

“Prompto is the most boyband of them all.”

“When Noctis’s Papa Roach CD is done, the game is over.”

Patt: “I will rescue you buddy.” *revives Prompto*
Matt: “I rescued you with my magical boy hands.”
Patt: “My magical boy hands for my magical boy bands.”

“When teaming up with your buddies nobody can stop the amount of dicks you draw on each others faces.”

*seeing Ifrit in the first cutscene*
Patt: “The fact that it’s a perfect naked man that will not leave his chair–”
Matt: “I feel like at the end of my life that’s what I’ll be fighting. And I will fail.”

*imitating Regis* “So your boybands doing shit huh, what, you’re gonna go on tour?”

“Gladio can you please button up your shirt it’s distracting everyone.”

“Gladiolus looks like he’s from The Bouncer. In fact he might be from The Bouncer for all we know.”

“Gladiolus and Ignis look like that one guy from The Bouncer in the cactaur outfit put into two people.”

*Matt, imitating Regis again* “Remember Noctis, every moment you live is a disappointment for me.”

“And please… do something about your hair. It’s a constant embarrassment.”

*Patt, now imitating Regis* “You look like such an asshole, but, you’re my asshole.”

“It would really suck if he was doing the deed with Lunafreya, and he yells out some other dumb girls name in the Final Fantasy universe. Like ‘Oh! Yunalesca!’ and she’s like ‘Who the fuck is Yunalesca?’ ”

Matt: “Push the fucking car losers!”
Patt: “Push the car, and make sure that Gladio’s butt is the one that’s really in center there.”

“Why is Prompto always on the floor?”

“Wait, I don’t wanna play as Gladiolo– Gladiyolo, god–”

*after seeing Noctis summon his weapons* “No wonder she’s getting married, she probably saw that and went ‘Yes!’ ”

*sees Ignis walk off in the background* *Matt bursts into laughter* “Ignis is just like ‘fuck it I’m out of here!’.”

“I’m seeing photos people are posting of these guys taking selfies with themselves walking around in the background.”

Patt: “I just did a backflip slash for no reason, other than I think Noctis thought it was cool.”
Matt: “Well it’s because he knew Prompto was watching.”

“That should be the Logo of our channel – stop bitching, start killing.”

*Prompto starts singing the FF victory tune* “AHH!!– AH YEAH! ALL RIGHT, YOU WON ME OVER!”

*Ignis explains the Crownsguard attire* Patt: “Oh, so that’s why. They’re forced to dress boyband.”
Matt: “Or forced to dress like they just raided a Hot Topic.”
Patt: “It’s the law… So the King, that King? [Regis] Was like ‘everyone has to dress like this in my army’.”
Matt: “Okay, you know what? Fair enough. I never realize that.”
Patt: “That King is the weirdest old man in the world.”

*imitating Regis* “I want all the hot boys to dress in leather in my army.”

“Cindy, and one of these guys, I wanna help that along.”

Matt: “You know what this place [Hammerhead] needs!? It need one of those big inflatable floaty guys!”
Patt: “And it should be a cactaur.”
Matt: “Yeah! OH!! That makes me so excited!”
Patt: “There might be in here, who knows?”

“Why aren’t your lips moving Ignis?”

Drawing in the Common Room

Summary: You’re trying to draw but Sirius really wants a kiss.

Word Count: 1,091

Pairing: Sirius x Reader

Requested by My Writer’s Block (ugh)


Sirius’s right hand rests on your hip, fingertips lightly digging into your skin as you hold the sketchbook in front of you. The two of you take up an entire couch in the Gryffindor common room, earning you the glare of more than one other student over the afternoon. Sirius’s cocked eyebrow and innate charm sent them all scurrying away.

Or maybe it was his implied threat of blackmailing them. You don’t really care. They’re gone, leaving the two of you alone in the common room. That’s all that matters.

The open window lets a lazy breeze in, one that leaves light goosebumps on your arms that Sirius chases away with a soft touch, running his hand up and down your arm.

“Have you almost finished?” He asks, letting his hand wander down the side of your thigh.

You bite your lip, squinting at the intricate swirls on the bookcase across the room. “Not yet, love. And quit moving your hand. It was fine where it was.”

“Come on,” He whines, but he moves his hand back onto your hip.

“Just a little bit more.” You say, words slow as you focus on the sketch.

Sirius sighs, head falling onto the pillow he’s clutching with his left hand.

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anonymous asked:

22. Muffled, from the other side of the door - Stony please and not too angsty hehe. THANKS!

Okay, this is super late nonnie, but thank you so much for the prompt <3 This is my first time writing for Steve/Tony, hope you like it and it’s not too angsty for you!

This is also for @captainstarkreportingforduty​ as a late birthday present, thank you for being awesome and for being the most amazing friend :DD

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“You’re gonna have to talk to him sooner or later, you know?”

Steve acknowledged Natasha’s entrance with a nod before looking down at his sketchbook. He always liked to draw whenever he was upset and today was no exception, except this time the subject of this particular sketch was also the reason for his bad mood, and that didn’t help at all.

“He’s just gonna take what I say the wrong way and we’ll end up fighting again.” Nat approached the couch, nudging Steve aside to make space for herself.

“Well, considering you accused him of a reckless adrenaline junkie, I’m not sure how else you wanted him to take that. Rhodey says he’s been in the workshop for two days.”

Steve sighed and buried his face in his hands, fighting back the urge to march down to Tony’s workshop and check on him. Two days wasn’t even close to the longest amount of time he’d spent absorbed in a project, but he usually had Steve or Rhodey to remind him that food was something he needed every few hours or so to function properly, and he always asked JARVIS to lock them out whenever he was in a mood.

“I know! I just- you know I didn’t mean it like that, Nat.” she smiled, placing a hand on his shoulder. “Of course you didn’t Steve, but Tony can’t see that. When you yell at him for being stupid and reckless enough to take a shot for you, it’s because of you love him, and you can’t stand to see him hurt, especially for you.”

Steve blushed, opening his mouth to issue an immediate denial, when Nat laughed, shooting a knowing look in his direction. “Don’t even bother Rogers, every single person on this team knows you think the sun sets and rises on Tony’s shoulders. In fact, I’m pretty sure you spend most of your time doodling “Steve loves Tony” in your sketchbook when you’re not drawing him in the workshop for the millionth time.” She paused. “Well, I’m not sure Tony knows. Although how that’s possible I have absolutely no clue, considering you moon after him even more than he does for you, and the boy’s got it bad.”

“He doesn’t-I-” Steve shook his head, placing his sketchbook down on the table. “I fucked up Nat. He’s cares so much about everyone on this team and he tries so hard to help people because he still can’t see how much of a godamn hero he is, and then I go off and accuse him of risking people’s lives for his own enjoyment. I just - I can’t stand it whenever he throws himself in harm’s way for me, not when the serum can take it.” He swallowed. “Not when he’s the person I love the most in the entire world.”

“Wow. You finally said it. Steve Rogers everyone, finally back from his swim in the Nile.” He laughed, leaning backwards against the couch. “I knew, I just didn’t want to say it, because that would make it real. And if it’s real that means I have to tell him. I need him, Nat. I love him, but more than that I need him. I couldn’t live with wrecking our friendship over this.”

Natasha met his eyes with a considering look. “And how is this any better? Blowing up at him because you’re too afraid to tell him how you feel, pushing him away when you feel too much at the thought that he might get hurt? We’re Avengers, Steve, we stare death in the face on a pretty regular basis, and if you really love Tony, that’s something you’re going to have to accept. He wouldn’t be the man you love if he didn’t risk his life every day to save others, to save you. Don’t make your love a weakness, make a strength. Tell him.”

Steve let out a breath. “Well what the hell am I supposed to say, Nat?” “Tony, I’m so sorry I yelled at you for being reckless, the truth is the thought of you getting hurt in my place tears me up inside because I’m stupidly head over heels in love with you and have been for months?” He heard a loud clatter and looked up, only to find Tony staring at him, mouth open in astonishment, his porcelain coffee mug shattered in pieces across the floor.

“Steve-” Tony started to speak, but Steve was up in an instant, fleeing from the room in a dead run, his breath coming in short panicked breaths as his world compressed down to an overwhelming feeling of sick dread. Tony knew. It was all out in the open now – no more pretending that the sight of Tony half-asleep and incoherent in the mornings didn’t send his heart aflutter, no more biting down a flood of jealousy at the sight of Tony charming investors at a charity gala… Tony knew and it was all over now.

He turned the corner, finally reaching his room before slamming the door shut behind him. He sank to the floor, face in his hands. He always knew Tony never feel the same way about him, but the look of utter shock on his face when he heard Steve’s words was almost too much to bear, as if Tony had never even considered Steve as a romantic possibility.

Suddenly behind him he heard a frantic knock on the door. “Steve? Steve- it’s me.” It was Tony, his voice desperate. At the sound of his voice, Steve looked up. Oh god, just when he thought things couldn’t get worse, now here was Tony was chasing after him, either to offer him comfort before having the “I just want to be friends talk”, or worse, to break off their friendship entirely. Steve cleared his throat, hoping against hope that his voice would remain steady. “Tony, I’m fine, I just – I just need to be alone for while. It’s fine.” It was absolutely, extremely not fine, but it’s not like Steve could open his eyes and suddenly wake up in an alternate universe where instead of being horrified at Steve’s confession, Tony returned his feelings so he didn’t really have any other options.

“No wait Steve you don’t understand! I-“ Steve sighed loudly. Why couldn’t Tony just make things easier for him? Confessing his feelings and being accidentally overhead was bad enough, now he had to put on a brave face about it. He stood up, his hand on the doorknob, when he heard Tony’s voice from the other side of the door “Steve, I’m- I’m in love with you too. I’m sorry I reacted badly, I just didn’t expect it, and I was thought you were still-“

His words were cut off by a loud bang as Steve threw the door open, and there was Tony standing in front of him, tired and like he did after he had spent days on a project in the workshop, but his eyes were bright, there was a small nervous smile on his face. He was the most beautiful thing Steve had ever seen.

“You love me?” his voice came out wobbly and disbelieving, but he couldn’t bring himself to care when Tony grinned and nodded, moving closer into his space. “Yeah, I do.” He looked down before hesitantly tangling their fingers together, sending a curl of warmth through Steve’s stomach. And what you said about the thought of me being hurt because of you tearing you up inside? That’s how I feel whenever you get hurt, so I’m not gonna apologize for taking a hit for you when I can.”

Steve smiled, putting his arms around Tony and pulling him impossibly close. “And why is that?”

Tony laughed, beaming up at him. “Because I love you, jerk.”

anonymous asked:

I'm so glad Kirishima is getting so much spotlight, he really deserves it!!!! And it looks like hes gonna get more, since hes in the main group along with Deku, Uraraka and Tsuyu. I;m so hyped!!!

Honestly!!!!!!!!!!! That’s one interesting group tbh, Kirishima and Tsuyu’s interactions are always incredibly adorable to watch and seeing Kirishima interact for so long with pure and good people is gonna be hard on my heart (I mean, you know I’m 100% a bakusquad fan but they’re all at least in part assholes and Kiri fits with them just right, he can be just like Sero and Kaminari and I love it, but then his interactions with Amajiki have been so pure can you imagine an arc filled with that I’m already crying)

I just hope my other faves won’t completely disappear through this arc haha sigh

Anon said: So which Kacchan quote do you like best “Die your bacteria fucks, dieee!” or “BRING YOUR DAMN TRASH TO ME”?

LMAO SORRY ANON BUT MY FAVE GOTTA BE

WHAT A GODDAMN DISASTER THIS BOY IS

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First little one shot of character relationship exploring I’m doing for TAZ characters. This one got lengthy, as some do. I’m leaning toward a full fledged AU with single dad Taako and this was me getting a feel for it. Feel free to send in some requests for drabbles so i can explore some more relationships!


“Ango, let’s go, Lup is waiting on us!”

Taako slung a picnic basket over his arm, fixing the collar of his shirt in the mirror. He looked fucking cute, and the almost hour he’d spent doing his makeup seemed to be totally worth it. They were meeting everyone at the park for a picnic, their usual monthly meeting with their ‘family.’ Lup was waiting in the car outside with most of the rest of the food, and Angus was still in his room.

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kaykay8776  asked:

So I was thinking about RttE the other day, and I thought about how awesome it would be to see a lovey scene between Stoick and Hiccup. Maybe Hiccup explodes at his dad for whatever reason and says that he was never there for his son when he was a kid, stuff like that, and then Stoick apologizes guiltily. I really want him to say this in there somewhere: "But you need to know that I love you, no matter what. And I'm sorry if I ever made you feel like that was something you had to earn." Thanks!

Ooooh man. Deep stuff goin’ here. LET’S DO IT.

Sorry

“Captain?”

Stoick nodded with a proud grin. “I think it’s time Spitelout goes to General, seeing as how he’s been my captain for years now. You, son, are next in line.”

Hiccup blinked owlishly, before running a hand through his hair. “Dad… Thor, I dunno…”

Stoick’s smile disappeared, “You don’t know? What do you mean?”

“I mean…” Hiccup gestured in desperation to explain what he meant, as his mouth open and closed as he tried to find the words. “I… I don’t think I’m… I’m ready, Dad. I’m only eighteen, I’d rather not-”

“Eighteen. I was married at eighteen, Hiccup.” Stoick pointed out mildly, causing Hiccup to blush crimson. 

“You’re a Viking.” Hiccup tapped his way to the table, fiddling with some of the leather straps splayed across it. The fire in the middle of the room cackled, where Toothless was curled up asleep. 

Stoick blinked in confusion, following his son to rest a hand on his shoulder. “Deeper explanation, Hiccup?”

The teen took a sharp inhale, shaking his head sadly. “I’m me, Dad. I can’t- I’m not like you. You knew what you wanted to do, what you had to be. Me. I just… I don’t want that…”

“This will be good for you.” Stoick prompted, waving a hand towards the opposite wall of the hut, where weapons were shown out in high numbers. “It’ll be a life lesson, son. Good preparation for the day when you take my place.”

Hiccup shrugged away, shaking his head firmly. “No, Dad. I’m not ready- have someone else do it, I-I…”

“Hiccup.” Stoick furrowed his brows and crossed his arms. “This isn’t an offer. As your father, I say you have to do it. You’re the heir, Hiccup. There are certain things you have to do, whether you want to or not.”

Hiccup growled and shook his head in annoyance, giving his Dad a short glare. “Dad, I said-”

“Hiccup!” Stoick flung his hands int he air as he paced a small circle, turning back to glare at the young man. “When will you ever listen? Captain- it’s an honor! Why don’t you take it?”

“Because!” Hiccup exploded, taking a few long strides forward, hands fisted and eyes narrowed. “Because, Dad. I’M. NOT. READY. I’ve only been… “liked” for three years! Will people even listen to me? Something goes wrong and BAM, I’m blamed and no one will give it a second thought-”

“How could you say that?” Stoick whispered lowly in shock. “You know they- we’ve changed-”

“Have you, Dad?” Hiccup said calmly, face expressionless. “Are you? I’ve never heard you say anything like an “I’m sorry”. Never. Yet you don’t give that a thought. You expect things to constantly be normal, no matter how hard it is for me.”

Toothless lifted his head from the floor, eyes wide as he stared at Hiccup, the dragon wishing he could add in some words here. He knew all to well that Stoick had apologized, once upon a time. 

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anonymous asked:

Hello! Can we have boys spoiling each other (and Yura) with care, attention, by being mindful, or by something material? Sneakily or open - no matter. Thanks in advance! )))

Viktor is notorious for having the biggest holes in his pockets. He follows a rule of thumb: if it has animal stripes on it or it’s purple, he buys it, only to dump in front of Yura’s front door for him to find (if it’s both, well, that’s like Easter come early). On the same note, if it’s pretty and shiny or it reminds him of Yuuri, or if he even remotely suspects Yuuri would like it, it becomes a “late anniversary present” or an early one, whatever festivity is closer and fits.
Yura promptly wears whatever it was the day after, feigning ignorance, doesn’t look at him in the eyes and screams a little less than usual.
Yuuri tries desperately to get him to bring it back, this is getting ridiculous, why would I want this marble peacock statue with glitters glued on it, Vitya, oh my god, no, don’t cry, I really like it- clearly to no avail. They’re probably gonna have to move out soon or at least rent a garage or something.

Yuuri is a book manual mom friend. He makes bento for everyone at the rink (even Yakov) ((they need a bigger kitchen)), sneakily gives advice when Yura is out of his depth enough to not properly ask for it but making it slip that he would need it, wordlessly wraps his jacket around his shoulders when he stubbornly refuses to get his out of the car. He reminds Viktor to take his vitamins, makes him hot tea when it’s chilly outside (with his favourite jam, even if he shudders everytime), lets him cry into his neck when it’s a no day. He bribes him with cake at the price of eating his vegetables (you too, Yura, don’t give me the scowly face, you’ll never grow up by pirozhkis only) and sometimes he even lets him win at Monopoli (he’ll never give up his rightful place as the master of mario kart, that’s for sure).

Yura is a little more complicated. He’s so desperately young, and angry, but his rare smiles when he gets unguarded are proof enough. He scowls, and screams, props his socked feet on their coffee table and drinks the hot chocolate with marshmallows Yuuri dropped into his hands. He mutters obscenities and then asks Viktor to help him solve a physics problem. Viktor chirps that he’ll be happy to offer his services and Yura kicks him in the shin.
He’s always around, no matter if he complains and pretends to gag when they kiss, he never misses a friday dinner (it’s definitely a thing, now) and makes it his duty to bring the best ingredients for pirozhki. They take turns to do the dishes.


The thing is: sometimes Viktor is emotionally unavailable; he carves lazy eights on the ice, takes off for a loop and when he lands his eyes are cold, distant, his smiles the dazzling, fake photoshoot ones. Yuuri pretends to be too tired to practice and gets them home, Yura in tow, and Makkachin attaches himself to Viktor’s hip while they kick his ass at Cluedo (Viktor is always Miss Scarlet). They order take out and watch Titanic, to Yuri’s displeasure, and Viktor cries for the last half of the movie (and part of the first, too) but when Yuuri goes to wipe his nose, his smile is toothy and genuine. He snuggles between them and remembers that he’s not alone, that, no matter how many medals he’s won, he’s just Viktor, and that’s okay.

Sometimes Yuuri is too tired, and doesn’t find it in himself to cook.
Viktor cuts up the sausages into little octopuses and only burns them a little, but everyone at the rink still eats them and choruses their thanks to Yuuri, who blushes beautifully and hides his face into Viktor’s shirt. They leave practice early, despite his weak protests, and Viktor draws him a hot bath that they take together, lazily making swirls with the soap bubbles and humming old cartoon songs together. Yura stomps in the middle of couch cuddling with hot pizza and his cat, who Makkachin loves very much, and they eat together watching the two fluffy things battle for dominance (Makkachin wants to snuggle, Potya wants to be left alone). Yuuri lets the cushions and Viktor’s arms engulf him, takes deep breaths and remembers that he’s loved.

Sometimes Yura is closed off and stormy, his muscles sore and stretched out, his snarl genuine, the caged out expression of an unwillingly tamed beast. He hurts, feeling like he’s too big for his body, like his bones could suddenly snap under the weight he’s putting on them.
Viktor pretends to give him nasty pointers on his free leg, exaggerates his woes on purpose to give him something to channel his rage on. Yura fumes and curses, carving angry lines on the ice, and Yuuri puts up some music on the speakers that’s just hurling and bass thumps and they soar through the air till they can’t breathe anymore.
They buy ridiculously over saturated with sugar churros on the way back and make katsudon, screaming at the blue monster truck to get his shit together and Yura curls on the sofa like an exhausted cat. He stays the night, and when Viktor carries him to the guest room there’s the ghost of a smile on his lips. He refuses to get driven back by Viktor the day after, so they all take the crowded bus together, but in between ominous hisses Yuri’s expression softens, and he remembers that he’s enough, and powerful, and that, even if he doesn’t feel like it, he belongs.


Sometimes, it’s easy for them to believe they’re alone. But be it by ridiculously expensive tiger printed socks or food or simply being there, the mismatched, marvelous family they have makes it just as easy to remember that they’re not.

anonymous asked:

Halloween anon here and I don't mind at all! Your vision for it was really amazing so I'm not even let down lol. Ummm another prompt. Uhhh. Maybe when Pynch is older and Adam has a stable job and etc Ronan gets Adam (dreams Adam?) a shy little hound puppy with big floppy ears? Has that been done? Sorry! And I will definitely see what I can do about writing Blue dressed up as Gansey!

The morning Adam turns 27, Ronan wakes up at the crack of dawn and drives into town. It’s not a long drive – the house they bought is far enough from the centre to have its own plot of land, but still a reasonable distance from Adam’s office – but he still honks viciously at every single unfortunate soul that is driving too damn slow, fuck it, because he’ll be damned if he can’t get back by the time Adam wakes up.

When he arrives at the shelter, the woman on duty greets him sleepily and a little grouchily. He had to pay a hefty bonus to ensure she’d be there at ass o’clock in the morning, but it’s worth it. Of course, it would have been easier if he could just have dreamt the puppy, all set and ready to go in the comfort of their own home – but he knows it wouldn’t be the same. Adam would not go for a dream puppy when there are dogs already waiting at a shelter, abandoned and mistreated and mistrusting, but still so full of affection and loyalty, hoping for someone to adopt them. Adam would never pick the easy option, and Ronan loves him for it.

The hound puppy is, to be honest, ridiculously cute, even though it cowers fearfully when Ronan tries to pick it up. It takes some coaxing from the shelter lady before it relaxes in Ronan’s arms long enough that he can carry it out to the car.

As the sun rises in the sky, Ronan drives back home breaking every speed limit, and the puppy barks joyfully. Ronan thinks they might just get along fine.

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anonymous asked:

Fraaaaan, Sero so handsome. What about BakuSero ?

A good ship I might draw something for in the near future! :D if inspiration doesn’t leave me again, that is

Anon said: I don’t know if you said anything but is there a reason you haven’t drawn anything haikyuu related lately? Not complaining but just interested why?

Hmmmmm there’s a few reasons I’ve talked about on various occasions in the past, stuff that goes from “the manga isn’t all that inspiring atm” to “the fandom isn’t responding in a way that makes me want to share more” and also “reposters sure are a pain aren’t they”, but lately I’ve been thinking that I really wouldn’t mind drawing some hq’s again so! Don’t think about those too much, consider it just a temporary hiatus :D

Anon said: Rude quiestion i know and im sorry but, will you draw some haikyuu stuff again or…?

I will! Can’t promise my focus won’t shift on other characters once I’ll start again, or generally be more spread out through everyone instead of focusing on a couple like I was doing before, but I will!

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maniacani  asked:

omfg that glass walls scribbling lance prompt squeezed my heart and didn't let go and the guilty lance looking down at keith cleaning aaahhh!! But i bet smol Lance realised the sketch book was not from his daddy Shiro, he's a smart boy like that. And it was only years later that Keith found out Lance knew and got super flustered his plan didn't work but also endeared Lance actually kept the sketchbook while knowing it was from him

paleesky said: YOU! i’d be surprised if no one wanted to cry or cried or felt hearbroken for keith in the last ask. Soooooooooooooo i wanna ask you this. Does lance apologise? Does shiro tell lance that it wasnt actually him who gave the book? Will pidge do someting too? pleaseeee cathrel. pleaseeeeee. thank you.

Lance’s First Sketchbook Part 2 (Part 1)

[The Voltron Family] Shiro was in Lance’s room and he was currently cuddled up with the little boy after playing pirates with him before bed. Little Lance detached himself for a few seconds to grab the big sketchbook he recently got and opened it to show his Daddy Shiro something he drew.

Lance: That’s a pirate ship! My pirate ship. *points*
Shiro: Ooooh, that’s pretty good, Captain. You’re really getting a hang of drawing. *smiles* *ruffles Lance’s hair*
Lance: *giggles* Yeah. One day I’m gonna be a painter. *looks up at Shiro* Can I be a painter when I’m big as you, Daddy?
Shiro: Of course you can, buddy. *kisses Lance’s forehead*
Lance: *smiles while looking down on his sketchpad* This is the best present I’ve ever had. Thank you. *nuzzles Shiro’s arm*
Shiro: *gulps* Lance, I need to tell you something.
Lance: *looks up* What is it?
Shiro: That sketchbook… *taps the book* isn’t really from me.
Lance: *leans away* Then who is it from? Santa? It’s not even Christmas yet.
Shiro: *shakes head* No. It’s actually from your Daddy Keith. *smiles sadly*
Lance: *scrunches his nose* Daddy Keith? *opens the back of the front cover* But it says right here “Love, Daddy Shiro” ?
Shiro: Yeah, about that…

So Shiro told his son about what happened. How Keith bought that book after work as quickly as he could so Lance wouldn’t feel bad about his drawings being erased on the glass walls. How Keith did what he did so Lance would just accept the sketchpad.

Lance: *whispers* I don’t hate him. *hugs the sketchbook*
Shiro: I know you don’t, sweetheart.
Lance: I just… I don’t know. I feel like Daddy Keith doesn’t like me.
Shiro: That’s not true. He loves you very much. He tells me so every night.
Lance: Really? *sounds broken*
Shiro: Yeah, really. He wishes that you’ll get to hug him and kiss him like you do with me, too.
Lance: I don’t know. *hugs his knees* I’ll try. *clears his throat* But… it’s really nice of him to… to give me this sketchbook.
Shiro: *smiles* Yeah. He’s pretty nice. If you just get to know him, you’ll end up loving him, too.
Lance: You think so? *shy smile*
Shiro: *pulls Lance for a hug* I know so.

The following morning, Lance went down for breakfast and he saw his two daddies in the kitchen preparing food. He tugged Keith’s pyjamas to get his attention. When Keith saw him, he pulled Keith down so he can hug him and plant a kiss on the cheek while muttering a soft “Good morning, Daddy Keith.” Keith was a bit startled. It was the first time Lance hugged and kissed him and Keith couldn’t help but grin so wide when he looked at Shiro who smiled at him fondly, while flipping some pancakes. After Lance gave Shiro his morning hug and kiss, he went to the bathroom to pee, leaving the husbands alone.

Keith: *eyes Shiro* Did you do something?
Shiro: *turns back around to continue flipping pancakes* I have no idea what you’re talking about.
Keith: I can see your dorky grin from here, Takashi Shirogane.
Shiro: *scoffs and turns around* What? Now I can’t smile in my own house? I live here. I paid half the price building this house. 
Keith: *slowly smiles so wide* You.
Shiro: Me, what? 
Keith: I love you.
Shiro: *fake gasp* I’m a married man, Keith Kogane! Have you no shame?!
Keith: Yeah, to me. You’re married to me, sweetheart. 
Shiro: Now, now. Don’t get so ahead of yourself, pumpkin. You’ll have to take me out to dinner first. Get to know each other. Then, and only then, we can talk about marriage, after you know… our first kiss and all that. *sickly sweet grin*
Keith: *rolls eyes* I’m married to a dork. Oh god. 

Years later, Keith was cleaning the house and he was in Lance’s room. He found the sketchpad he gave to Lance when he was only 4. He smiled just remembering it and how his boy kept the book after all these years. He opened it only to see how much Lance had improved on his drawing skills and it made Keith so proud. From stick figure drawings to portrait drawings, 13 years did Lance good. He was about to close to book when he noticed the little note that went with it back then. There with his letter to 4 year old Lance was a slash drawn upon “Love, Daddy Shiro” replaced with a messy handwriting a 4 year old only could posses: “Love, Daddy Keith.”

Keith just stared at it in horror. Then he heard someone clear his throat behind him. He turned around only to see 17 year old Lance smiling shyly at him.

Keith: You knew.
Lance: *nods* 
Keith: How?
Lance: Daddy Shiro told me the following night I got the sketchbook.
Keith: *steps back* You knew all along it was from me and you still kept it?
Lance: I did, yeah. Was I not supposed to? *scratches his nape*
Keith: *shakes head* No, no. It’s yours. You could do anything you want with it. I’m just… you kept it.
Lance: *hugs Keith and kisses him on the cheek* Daddy Keith, you’re going emo again. *chuckles*
Keith: *hugs back* Shut up, you overgrown child.
Lance: *laughs* I am a child! *hugs Keith tighter* Also, I never got to say this back then, but thank you. 
Keith: You’re welcome. *smiles*

What If? (Pt.2)

Title: What If? (Pt.2)
Summary: You indulge yourself in a harmless passion, following a train of thought, but when Mikey catches a glimpse it may not be so harmless after all.
Author: Velcr0Kitty
Characters: Mikey x Reader
Word Count: 1488
Warnings: Angst, fluff, body image… issues? I guess?
Author’s Notes: WELCOME BACK MOTHERFUCKERS I AM CAFFEINATED :) I was gonna post this as one big fic (I had hit like 3000 words) but I decided to split this up. It keeps growing :D (I took liberty and tagged a bunch of you people)

It was three agonizing days until you saw Mikey again. According to Raph he spent most of his time in the training room, relentlessly pushing himself to several limits. When one of the others could force him out for a little while he spent all of his time in his and Raph’s room “mopin’ over that weird book.”

Splinter had approached the others expressing his concerns and, until Leo mentioned your breakdown, he had nothing.

“My child?” Splinter slowly entered your room where you were laying, sketching away. You jump and try to hide your sketchbook, throwing it behind you. He quirks an eyebrow and extends his hand, motioning for you to hand him whatever it was. It was the first time since the fight you’d even touched a pencil and it seemed that all you could draw was Mikey. So, like a little kid in trouble, you hand it over. As recognition and something akin to pride swarm his features you shrink further into yourself expecting to be reprimanded. Instead he gives you a small smile and hands it back.

“Well done. That’s a very fine piece of art.” He pauses, giving you time to start explaining on your own. You sit with your eyes closed, hoping he’ll just go away. He simply stares at you, patiently, and sits. After a few tense, silent moments, you break.

“I’msosorrySplinter, I didn’t mean any harm! I draw. I was gonna go to art school then my- and then- and I just drew Mikey, Ididn’tmeantohurthim I’m sorry!” You blurt in one breath and start crying, again. Splinter had grabbed you mid-sentence and just held you. You sobbed and cried and rambled until you could breathe again. The whole time the rat who had become a father to you patted your back and waited for you to calm down.

When you had quieted and stopped shaking Splinter lied your head on his lap, combed through your hair and slowly spoke.

“Child, you must tell me what has happened. I was worried about Michelangelo, but now I fear for you too. You must explain, if you can,” and so you did. You explained everything. Your past, how bad off you were when they found you, your crush on Mikey, that night, your idea, the drawing, all leading up to three days ago. You had to stop a few times at the more painful moments and had cried silently the whole time. Once you had finished Splinter sat silently. He drank in your words, rolling them around in his head and slowly formed a response. He does this often when spoken to so you give him time and just enjoy the comfort he provides.

“Given the circumstance, you should go to him.” As he speaks, you slowly sit up and match his gaze. “This isn’t something that can be fixed outwardly, but from the inside I believe it can heal.”

“Really?”

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Mikey loved the feel of adrenaline coursing through him after training. It put a pep in his step until it wore off and his muscles started to ache. He figured, while he was still hype, that he’d go bug his favorite sweetheart. As he wandered towards your room he enjoyed the serenity of the lair. He could hear his brothers loudly speaking then quietly disbanding, each wandering off to their separate corners. He hears Raph’s music turn up, he hears the familiar beep of Donnie’s lab door, he hears the shower, probably Leo. His hands drift to his pockets and his mind drifts to his girl - uh, well not his girl but… god, he wanted her to be. He always knew there was something about Y/N but… lately? He couldn’t help but think of you.

He was surprised to see that you weren’t in your room, so he took the time to, well, indulge himself. He looked around your room at just how you it was. The furniture, the colors, lighting, nerd stuff littering every surface, fuck even the smell. The 19 year old’s chest tightened as he took in that smell and enjoyed the little energetic rush that spiraled from his chest, down his arms and settling low. His stomach turned over and he closed his eyes, starting to daydream. Out of a dreamy fog an image of burying his face into your hair as he held you tightly swarms him. He could almost feel your small arms trying to wrap around him and failing, but still tightening nonetheless, as well as you nuzzling into his neck. The ghostly press of a kiss or two sends another shot through his body and this one snaps him out of his dizzying day dream.

He jumps and sobers up, remembering you could walk in at anytime, and continues snooping. With his arms latched behind his back he wanders around the room. His eyes fall to something on your bed. It was a some loose papers, a couple pencils, and, near the headboard, a few peculiar books. Confusion seizes him while curiosity drives him to take a peek. He glances at the door frame, pausing to consider the morality in this situation. The little devil on his shoulder has been screeching since he saw the papers and the little angel has been rambling more than Donnie. Mikey shakes his head and turns back to the papers picking up a pile of about four. His brows furrow. His jaw drops.

The paper between his fingers showed a drawing of him and his brothers side by side. Perfectly. A low whistle escapes him. Angelcakes did this?

“It’s like a photo,” he whispers breathlessly. A gargantuan smile splits his face as he excitedly flips page after page. His brothers, Splinter meditating, him laying around, Raph and Donnie sparring. He ran out of his pile and practically dove for the others. Some of the drawings were higher quality, some merely sketches. It didn’t matter, he devoured them all with fervor. Pride swelled in him and bubbles over into small bouts of giggles. He barks a sharp laugh and covers his mouth when he finds a damn near perfect capture of Raph’s bitch-face. He grabs one of the actual sketchbooks and leans against the steel beam that comes down in the middle of your room, flipping it open.

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You quietly approach the increasingly scarey curtain of beads separating you and Mikey. Splinters last words before you left the room ring in your ears.

“Of course, young one. Anything can be healed if you tend to it correctly. At the very least, you can mend the damage and lessen the blow.” You lightly chant this to yourself as you approach the archway to the shared room. Mend the damage, lessen the blow. Mend the damage… You’re met with a very grumpy Raph within the first few steps. He’s laying on the top bunk, your entrance catches his attention. The red tails of his mask flail a little as he looks at you, then snaps to Mikey for a moment (who is moping quietly in the corner, sitting on his drum kit’s stool leaning against the wall) and back again. He mouths ‘You dealing with this?’. You gave a curt, nervous nod.

“Oh, thaNK FUCK,” he groans, a little too loudly. Mikey swerves around, startled by the sudden outburst, locks eyes with you and confusion turns into a scowl. Raph slides off his bunk and moves past you, giving you two hearty good-luck-shoulder-pats on his way out. You reach out towards Raph a little as he wanders away silently yelling at him to not leave you alone. You begin to slightly tremble for the second time that day. Turning back, you find Mikey has turned around once more.

Alright. Fine. I guess it’s all on me.

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Mikey had made it through 2 of your old sketchbooks before he got to a newer one (he figured they were old cause he hasn’t worn that in at least a year) and picked up on a, um, theme so-to-speak. This book was near full, the only one on the bed that was closed, and was chock full of drawings of him. Of course his family was in there but it was totally rare if he wasn’t also in the drawing. To be honest, he was too stunned that none of them even knew about this amazing talent of yours to freak out about how much of him there was.

So far his favorite was one of him casually standing, facing away from the viewer, arms crossed, relatively serious. His first thought was, of course, ‘wow,’ but then it was ‘is my ass really that nice?’ It was then he saw a cute little cartoon you in the corner with sunglasses on staring at his ass, biting her lip and making a really funny face. That one he promised himself he was gonna make a copy of whether you knew about it or not.

(I’M SO SORRY, PT.3 SOON)

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agoddamnrayeofsunshine  asked:

I was digging through the old Voltron family asks, like a creep, and found the one where Keith publishes the book his kids wrote for him (it's on page 38 to give a frame of reference for how far down the hole I fell is). And now I'm wondering if Keith and the kids ever did a book signing for it?

Oh my god. Those are one of my faves! Such precious children and YES you’ve really gone that far down hahaha :’D <3

Keith publishes the book his kids wrote : 1, 2

[The Voltron Family] Ever since the book The Children of the Two Kings Written by Lance, Pidge and Hunk Shirogane, Illustrated by Keith Shirogane became a best seller, they were everywhere. Articles were written about it even. Some of the articles were: 

“Book Editor Dad turned the story his kids made him into a book”
“Three kids wrote their Daddy a book, turned best seller!”
“Youngest authors with their Illustrator Dad”

It was a bit overwhelming for the whole family. They didn’t imagine it turned out to be such a big hit.  Keith was Lance, Hunk and Pidge’s Manager, Dad and Illustrator. He was their all-in-one man. Libraries, schools, bookstores requested for them but Keith only allowed the kids to go during the summers because they were still going to school. So they began touring and sometimes Shiro would tag along as much as he could, taking as much vacation leaves as he can at work to be with his family on tour.

The program would start with the storytelling of the book. The kids made their Daddy Keith read in front of everyone because he could do different voices. The kids and the parents in the audience loved it. The place was filled with laughter and Keith never imagined himself to be the one standing in front of the audience but here he was, with his kids.

Keith: *at the very end* And that’s how they all came back to their castle to cuddle because they’ve missed each other so bad. The two kings couldn’t be any happier to know that their children were alive and safe. The End.

Everyone clapped and a few cried, wiping their tears. After that usually was the book signing. Hunk, Lance and Pidge would be the very first on the table, followed by Keith last.

Kid with the book: *to Hunk* I loved the story you wrote your Daddy!
Hunk: *beams* Thank you! I’m so happy you loved it!
Lance: Did you see the way I shoot the arrows?? *joins in*
Pidge: *scoffs* C’mon. Please. Let’s be real here. I took down the evil witch myself. I’m the most amazing in this story.
Lance: Do you want my autograph?
Pidge: No one wants that, Lance. Bet he wants mine instead!
Lance: I was born first, Pidge!
Pidge: WHAT DOES THAT EVEN HAVE TO DO WITH THIS?!
Hunk: *sweats nervously* *looks at the kid* Where do you want me to sign? I’m sorry if my signature is a bit funny. It’s my first time doing this.
Keith: *rolls his eyes fondly at his kids*
Kid’s Mom: *to Keith* What you did for your kids is truly inspiring.
Keith: *blinks in surprise* Oh… t-thank you. 
Kid’s Mom: Don’t mind what other homophobic jerks say about your book. It’s wonderful and it’s good to expose young kids to these kind of things. I have a wife myself. *smiles softly*
Keith: Oh… *smiles back* That’s great.
Kid’s Mom: *glances at Shiro standing in a corner* Is that the husband over there?
Keith: *looks and sees Shiro* *chuckles* Yeah. 
Kid’s Mom: Such a wonderful family you have. Thank you for this gift you’ve given us. *points the the book she’s holding* My son loves it a lot and me and my wife loves reading it to him every night. And the drawings, gosh. He loves them. We love them. It’s just beautiful. This whole book.
Keith: *flushes* Thank you. That means a lot to me.
Kid: *tugs his mommy* Mommy! I’m done! Now I want Mr. Keith to sign next!
Kid’s Mom: Alright, sweetheart. He’s all yours.
Kid: *to Keith* *whispers*  I’m adopted, too. So Thank you for this.
Keith: *melts* You’re welcome, sweetheart.
Kid: Can I get a hug? *flushes*
Keith: Sure, you can. *hugs*

Shiro got to see all of this from a corner and his heart felt like bursting with so much joy. Hunk, Lance and Pidge looks so happy signing the books and even doing little doodles on them for each of them to look personalized and the kids loved them. Keith, Keith on the other hand… Shiro was just amazed with his husband. He clearly didn’t even think the book would be such a big hit and he knew every word said to him about how the book touched the reader’s life, Keith would carry it to his grave. Shiro was glad he took a leave.

Shiro: *gets his phone* Allura, can you take my shift next week? The kids and Keith are having a taping as guests for a TV show and I’d love to be there.

a prequel to dirty daydreams!

It started with a charm.

A little ladybug charm, dangling from the corner of Adrien’s phone. The charm was a simple replica of her yo-yo and earrings, five black spots on either side, with a black band around the edges, smaller than a euro cent coin. The fastening and handles were a nondescript black, simple and functional.

Marinette had been dying to ask about it ever since Adrien had gotten it.

Did this mean Adrien was a fan of Ladybug? Marinette desperately wanted to know. Did he just like the color red? Was it given to him as a gift and he was just wearing it out of obligation? Was he wearing the charm in some great stand for justice against the red-haters of the world? Or maybe he’d been instructed to wear it as some sort of secret code that marked him as a chosen one when the time was right—

Marinette was going just a little bit crazy.

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Rescue •P2•

Avengers x Reader

Masterlist | Rescue Masterlist | Part One

Summary: reader is getting a tour of her new job at the Avengers tower, but happens to be the only one who notices an oncoming jet, about to crash into the building.

Word Count: 1362

Warnings: swearing + tiny bit’a fluff from secondary characters :)

A/N: I got so much great feedback from you lovelies for P1. You are amazing. Sorry, it’s a bit of a filler part, but I thought I’d get it over with. Enjoy, dears 💛

If you ask anyone who I’ve ever briefly known who I am, I guarantee the response would be along these lines:

“Y/N? Oh, yeah, I remember her. She was pretty nice, I guess. I never knew her that well.”

That’s who I was. That’s who I am. The nice girl people don’t usually look at. I’m the one who will have a conversation with you if you come to me. I’m the polite girl you know will hold the door open for you. I’m the girl who will crack a joke while I’m talking to you, relaxed, like it doesn’t take me any effort to get a laugh out of you. That’s me. The nice girl in the distance who people don’t notice until they need her. And as much as I would’ve liked to change that, I didn’t want it to change it like this. I don’t want to be the girl who defied Tony Stark on her first day of working for him.

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Fluff Month Day 16 - "Flowers"

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Pairing/Characters: Adrienette & Ladynoir
I love carnations they’re so pretty. Also this is incredibly long and it took me 3 straight hours to write.
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Marinette’s Ladybug senses had been tingling for three days. She craved anything sweet, found herself outside on her balcony constantly, and it seemed she just could not pass a flower on the way to school anymore without having the overwhelming urge to go smell it. It was like a magnetic pull—ladybugs went to flowers—so naturally, so did Marinette. So at the end of the third day, when Marinette found herself standing outside of one of Paris’ many flower shops, she wasn’t particularly surprised.

“Ding, ding!”

Marinette let the shop door swing shut behind her as she stepped inside, looking around hesitantly. The room was covered with flowers, the only blank spaces being the narrow walkways between the tables of flowers and the occasional blank wall. The walls were painted a soothing blue color, but in some places it had peeled away to reveal a cream color that must have belonged to the previous store.

Marinette glanced around. It didn’t look like anyone else was here. The counter at the head of the shop was vacant, and it was almost eerily quiet besides the occasional whirr of the fan overhead.

Marinette glanced down at her bag as her kwami pushed against her leg from inside it. She opened the clasp to give Tikki some fresh air while she scanned the shop once more.

“Tikki, do you see anyone?” Marinette asked quietly.

Tikki popped her head out of the bag, glancing around and thinking a moment before grinning mischievously, and pointing towards the back.

“Back there,” she said vaguely before disappearing back into Marinette’s bag, an impish grin still spread across the normally innocent kwami’s face.

Marinette narrowed her eyes suspiciously, but Tikki had already closed the top of the bag. Marinette was just about to whisper to her again, demanding to know what was so funny, when she heard footsteps stumbling into the room. Her head snapped up and…oh crap.

Marinette felt a blush take over her face as she saw Adrien. He was hurriedly trying to fix his hair, head down and blushing in embarrassment as he nearly tripped over himself to get to the front counter.

“Sorry for keeping you waiting, I had a long night last night doing homework and…other stuff…and I kinda fell asleep so…” Adrien trailed off as he finally looked up, his eyes meeting Marinette’s as she continued to stand there by the door, shocked.

“Oh, hey Marinette!” He waved, his face lighting up.

Marinette blushed harder and awkwardly waved back, taking a few more tentative steps into the shop.

“Are you looking for anything?” Adrien asked, leaning his elbows on the counter in a pose so effortlessly cute that Marinette had to take a minute to breathe and calm down her fluttering heart.

“Um…I’m uh- I’m just browsing,” Marinette stammered, smiling nervously.

“Oh, okay.”

Marinette nodded her head once, before turning on her heel and quickly walking off to an opposite corner of the store. Adrien glanced after her curiously, but shrugged after a second and turned his attention towards cleaning up the counter.

“MarinETTE,” Tikki whined, poking her head through the top of Marinette’s purse again, “just TALK to him!”

“I CAN’T, Tikki! Every time I try…oh my god these smell so good.”

Marinette cut herself off, picking up a small vase filled with bright red carnations and putting them up to her nose. She took a deep breath, taking in the scent of the carnation before slowly exhaling and turning to Tikki.

“Is it weird that I really want to eat this?”

Tikki giggled and shook her head.

“No, it’s just your ladybug instincts. But since you’re not actually a ladybug, I wouldn’t eat it.”

Marinette cracked a smile at her kwami, putting the vase down and fingering one of the carnation’s petals instead. It was soft under her fingers, and Marinette smiled to herself as she picked one of the flowers up and twirled it in her fingers.

“Pretty, aren’t they?”

Marinette whirled around, nearly crushing the flower against the table as she slammed her hands down on it to balance herself.

“Adrien! Oh gosh you scared me.”

Adrien laughed sheepishly and shifted on his feet.

“Sorry,” he apologized, “are you okay?”

“Yeah. I’m-I’m fine. They are pretty.”

Adrien turned his eyes away from Marinette as she righted herself, and she followed his gaze to the vase of carnations on the table. His eyes softened as he looked at them, and a piece of Marinette’s heart melted.

“There’s this girl I know who I think would like them too,” Adrien explained, running a hand through his hair, “I think I’m going to bring her one tonight.”

Annnndddddd that piece of her heart was solid again. Marinette blinked in shock, trying to hide her disappointment. Of course Adrien liked someone else. Why wouldn’t he? Why would he ever like the nerdy, clumsy, baker/designer that sat behind him in class?

Marinette bit her lip and looked down, blinking back tears. That is, until she heard Adrien shift and she glanced up to see him biting his own lip and wrapping his arms around himself. He looked like she had when she was about to give Adrien his birthday present. He looked terrified.

Marinette took a breath and straightened up.

“You should do it,” she said slowly, “bring her one…I mean. If she’s anything like me, she’ll love them.”

Adrien looked up, meeting Marinette’s eyes.

“You really think so?”

Marinette nodded, forcing a smile onto her face. Adrien’s face lit up and he smiled brightly. His smile was contagious, and when Marinette smiled again it was genuine. If this girl made Adrien this happy, Marinette figured that she deserved that flower. Whoever she was.

“Thanks, Marinette. You’re a really good friend,” Adrien said, putting a hand on Marinette’s shoulder.

She blushed, even though she had definitely just been friend zoned.

“Thanks. So um,” Marinette paused as she took a careful step back from Adrien, her shoulder burning from where he had placed his hand. “I should probably be going, I just wanted to browse around a little bit, and maman’s expecting me back home…see you tomorrow?”

Adrien smiled, nodding his head and putting Marinette’s carnation back into the vase as she handed it to him.

“Yeah, I’ll see you tomorrow,” he agreed.

Marinette hesitated a moment before nodding and walking towards the front door. Her eyes began to sting again, but just as she lifted an arm to wipe at them Adrien spoke up again.

“Hey, I’ll tell you how it goes. The flower thing, I mean,” he said.

The fear of Adrien noticing her watering eyes prevented Marinette from fully turning around, but she shot him a small smile over her shoulder and nodded again.

“Okay. Goodluck!” She smiled painfully before opening the door to the shop and leaving.


That night, Marinette barely heard Alya’s rambling over the phone about Ladybug and Chat Noir’s newest akuma, she barely registered the feeling of dough squishing under her hands as she helped Maman prepare croissants for tomorrow morning’s customers. All she knew was that Adrien liked another girl, and he was going to give her a flower that night.

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A few hours later, when Maman and Papa had long since gone to sleep and Marinette had finished her homework, she decided to get some fresh air and collect her thoughts while patrolling.

Ladybug hopped out her window, swinging her yo-yo and catching it on a nearby building. She used it to tug herself along, the night air feeling good on her reddened face from crying. She kept zipping from building to building until she finally reached her destination, and plopped down exhaustedly on the top of the Eiffel Tower. She held her hands in her lap, looking down over the city below. Late night cars drove by, a few pedestrians and tourists wandered the streets—it was peaceful. That is, it was peaceful until a loud thud came directly next to her and she jumped, turning quickly to see none other than Chat Noir standing above her.

Chat looked down at Ladybug and grinned.

“Kind of late for a Ladybug to be out, isn’t it?” He asked, bending down to sit beside her.

Ladybug shifted and glanced away, trying to hide her red face. At least the mask covered the area around her eyes.

“Chat, please. I’m not really in the joking mood today.”

She felt Chat shift beside her, and put her hands over her face. Great, now she had hurt her partner’s feelings. Perfect. This day was just getting BETTER and BETTER…

Ladybug’s hands moved from her eyes as she felt something be placed lightly on her legs. She looked down, and her eyes widened as they took in the bright red carnation laying in her lap. The same bright red carnation from the flower shop earlier, with Adrien.

Ladybug looked up, and her eyes met Chat’s. He was smiling at her, but his eyes and the way his shoulders were hunched up gave away how nervous he felt. How…terrified.

“Oh my god.”

Ladybug nearly dropped the carnation off the ledge as she scrambled back, heart pounding. Chat’s smile instantly dropped.

“What? Do you not like it? I’m sorry I just thought-”

Chat was cut off as Ladybug held up the carnation, smelling it before sighing and lowering her arm.

“Well, I guess I was right earlier at the shop,” she laughed nervously, “I do love it.”

“You were right? About what? You…” Chat trailed off, sudden realization dawning in his eyes as he stared at Ladybug across from him.

“M…Marinette?”

Ladybug nodded slowly.

“And you’re…you’re Adrien?” She asked, even though she was positive that she already knew the answer.

Chat Noir nodded back.

There was a beat of silence before Chat stood up and walked over to where Ladybug sat. He crouched down in front of her, taking her hand (the one not currently clutching a carnation) in his and lifting it to his face. He kissed her hand gently, before his eyes softened and he let go to run his thumb against her cheek.

“Are you disappointed?” He asked quietly, drawing his hand back and kneeling across from her.

Ladybug blinked blankly for a minute, still trying to process that this was ADRIEN and he had literally just touched her CHEEK. She blushed furiously and shook her head.

“No! Of course not,” she exclaimed, “I mean, I would never be disappointed, no matter who you were. I just got lucky because it’s YOU and Ihaveamajorcrushonyouatschool and today at the flower shop I thought you were talking about Lila or someone and I…I’m rambling and I said too much and I’ll shut up now.”

Ladybug shut her mouth quickly, mortified that she had just blurted all that out. Chat stared across at her blankly as she began to panic. She had just confessed to Adrien Agreste that she had a crush on him—a MAJOR crush on him! Oh my god. She was going to throw up. She was going to die. She wanted the Eiffel Tower to collapse just so that she wouldn’t have to see his reaction. Because sure, Chat Noir had always flirted with Ladybug, but he hadn’t really meant it? Had he?

Ladybug was brought out of her thoughts with a jump as Chat burst out laughing beside her. His body shook as he leaned forward, putting his face in his hands as he continued to laugh. Ladybug watched him, horrified.

“Oh my god. I broke you. I’m so sorry I just started talking and couldn’t stop and-”

“LB!” Chat interrupted, pulling himself up and grinning over at her. “I like you too.”

Ladybug blinked quickly.

“You- you do?”

“I thought you knew that by now,” Chat said, scooting closer to her. “Ladybug, I’m head over paws fur you.”

Ladybug sat in silence for a minute, before snorting loudly.

“I can’t believe I have posters of you all over my room. You’re such a dork.”

“I am n…wait what?”

anonymous asked:

i know its nice being ship friendly and stuff but SOMEONE'S POINTING A GUN AT YOU, THEY HATE LEVIHAN AND THEY'RE GONNA KILL YOU IF YOU DON'T CONVINCE THEM OTHERWISE, YOU GOTTA DEFEND LEVIHAN WITH YOUR LIFE, WHAT'D YOU SAY? GO!

You know, that’s a really weird murderer. Anyway, THIS IS FUN! Honestly, i’d be dead already, because i don’t really care about convincing anyone when it comes to shipping. Before i start, i’m gonna state that ANYTHING I’LL SAY HERE IS BECAUSE I’M FIGHTING FOR MY LIFE, DON’T TAKE ANYTHING PERSONAL, GUYS. These will be pretty much the reasons why i ship them. The first part is a bunch of “objective” reasons (well as objective as it can get, because shipping can’t be a totally objective thing) and the other one is personal, so is up to you when to stop reading this. I apologize in advance for my English.

1)      Levi and Hanji are both really interesting and complex characters. He isn’t just a typical shonen badass guy and she’s not a typical crazy scientist. Levi is actually , from my pov, the most caring and selfless character of all SnK, he literally sacrifices himself over and over for the sake of others. Hanji isn’t just this sweet cheerful character, she has a mesmerizing willpower, nothing can stop her.

2)      They complement each other amazingly. They are both strong and smart, but in different ways. Any virtue that Levi doesn’t have, Hanji has it. Every flaw that Hanji has, Levi doesn’t. And they share two really important virtues, which are the foundation of any healthy relationship: they are both so loyal and passionate. They are literally willing to give up their lives for the people they love.

3)      THEIR INTERACTIONS ARE SO FUN TO READ/WATCH. You just know that, whenever they are together, something great is going to happen. There’s something refreshing about them, about their bickering, about the way they work together, about the way they care about each other so deeply.

4)      I think nobody can understand them more than each other. They have experienced similar things as soldiers, they have lost people they love countless times. I bet they could be sharing each other stories all night long, reminiscing all of those good times with Moblit, Erwin and their old squads.

5)      Okay, i won’t force my ship to anyone, but since i’m fighting for my life here, i’ll say i think there are actual canon hints for Levihan. Like the “Levi bathes Hanji” thing, the “we tell each other everything” thing (don’t u dare telling me Hanji clearly said they’re just friends, cuz isn’t that what every Levihan shipper has as a headcanon? The idea of them not admitting their true feelings and say “we’re just friends” ‘cause they’re both awkward dorks), their interaction in ACWNR, their interaction in Shingeki! Chuugakkou, and the “Levihan is similar to Eremika” thing. It’s up to you, random killer, to decide if that means romance or not.

6)      I hate to fangirl here, but HAVE U SEEN THEM? They are both beautiful and would have babies as beautiful and brilliant as them. What a blessing. I love drawing them so much because their character design is gorgeous. Levi with his cold colors and Hanji with the warm colors, they even complement each other in that aspect.

7)      The Levihan fandom is amazing. Besides the fact that there’s no drama and everyone is so kind, I’m pretty sure this is the ship with the funniest fan art. Even the most serious person would smirk even a little bit while scrolling through the Levihan tag. I mean, we’re all about the laughs. All of the other ships usually focus on the classic romantic stuff (i say “classic” , because from my pov there’s nothing more romantic than the OTP having fun ❤). With Levihan, you’ll get from the most intense fan art to the most ridiculous headcanon, it’s so much fun. Some Levihan artists are pretty well known among non Levihan shippers because of that same reason, like @alemanriq, @trash-god or @drinkyourfuckingmilk . I mean, really, if you’re feeling down and need to cheer up a bit, they’re the way to go.

One of the main arguments people have against Levihan is that they’re too different, so it wouldn’t work. They even go as far as saying that Levi doesn’t really care that much about Hanji. My first response is that both Hanji and Levi are highly misunderstood characters. We don’t have to let our personal experience makes us decide what is love and what isn’t. We all show our love in very different ways.

Now heres my second argument to that idea and this is gonna get personal. If you don’t wanna read about my life, skip this.

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krigeren23  asked:

I asked for a prompt that's about a 'game night' with Kara, Lena, Alex & Maggie. I'd like to know if you could add or make another (if you can) with a 'Truth or Dare' or 'Spin the Bottle' game where Maggie dares Lena or Kara into kissing or doing stuff so when Alex & Maggie make their leave Kara & Lena can finish what they started. Kind of like the one with Clark seducing Lena with more Maggie/Lena, Kara/Maggie & Alex/Lena interactions. I'm so sorry if I'm asking too much. It's just an idea. 😅

^^Fun Fact; I have the same secret talent as Maggie :D


‘So it’s just the four of us again tonight?’ Maggie asked as her and Alex went to put the food in the kitchen.

‘Yep’ Alex replied as she balanced a tower of pizza boxes on her arm.

'So what’s going on between the two of them?’ Maggie questioned.

Alex just looked at her, a confused look on her face.

'Oh come on! You’re telling me you haven’t seen the way they act round each other?’ Maggie asked incredulously and nodded towards the sofa where Lena was twirling a strand of hair around a finger.

Alex shrugged, 'They’re just friends…’

Maggie tilted her head and gave Alex a pointed look.

'What..?’ Alex exclaimed.

'That’s lesbian activity Danvers…’ Maggie teased and smiled when Kara giggled loudly at something Lena said, 'case in point…’ she continued.

'Lena and Kara..? Is Lena gay?’ Alex questioned, 'I’ve been wondering about Kara… she always got too flustered around Cat… and she did tell me she wanted to date Lucy that one time…’

'Oh Lena is definitely gay’ Maggie said confidently as she grabbed two beers from the fridge.

'Quite confident there, aren’t you Sawyer?’ Alex grinned.

'The rolled up sleeves? The popped shirt collar? Total Power Lesbian.’ Maggie stated as she handed one of the beers to Alex.

'Hmmm’ Alex hummed as she turned towards the sofa and tilted her head in a move she had subconsciously picked up from Maggie, 'I’m still not sure I see it…’

'I bet they just need a little bit of a push…’ Maggie said thoughtfully.

'A bet? Wana make it interesting?’ Alex grinned.

'What did you have in mind?’ Maggie retorted, a gleam in her eye.

'Winners choice?’ Alex shrugged.

Lena glanced up from the sofa, barely managing to draw her eyes away from Kara, and spotted Alex and Maggie talking in hushed tones by the fridge.

'You two love birds going to join us?’ She called out with a raised eyebrow.

'When did you guys get here with food?!’ Kara exclaimed excitedly.

Alex rolled her eyes and picked up the potstickers, Maggie follow behind with the pizza and napkins.

'Oh I’m totally winning’ Maggie whispered to Alex as they walk towards the sofa.

'What makes you so sure’ Alex quizzed.

'We walked in with pizza and pot stickers ten minutes ago and Kara has been too engrossed with Lena to notice’ Maggie said with a smug smile.

They settled down to eat; Kara taking an entire pizza to herself. The conversation quickly turned to which game they should play.

'Not Monopoly!’ Maggie exclaimed, 'Lena totally thrashed us last time- I’ve never meet anyone so ruthless in my life!’

'Then I’m vetoing Clue, Detective’ Lena smirked.

An idea hit Maggie and she grinned triumphantly as she exclaimed 'we should play Truth or Dare!’ She was determined to win this bet.

Alex almost choked on her beer while Kara grinned, her cheeks full of pot stickers.

'How very… old school…’ Lena chucked, 'I’m in, let me grab another glass of wine.’

The game started off relatively tame, full of the usual questions and dares; what’s your secret talent? What’s your guilty pleasure? Sing something from Frozen!

This is how they discovered that Maggie could do ‘the worm’, Alex still had a Spice Girls album on her iPod and Kara, much to Lena’s amazement could sing, really sing!

Lena’s turn came up and Maggie dived in as quickly as she could; 'So Lena, truth or dare?’

'Truth’ Lena grinned and took a sip of her wine.

Maggie decided to go for it; she took a deep breath, a confidant smirk on her face and asked, 'Who was your first girlfriend?’

Lena arched an eyebrow in surprise. 'Veronica at boarding school’ she replied coyly.

Kara spluttered.

'Veronica… as in Veronica Sinclair? Roulette!?’ Kara asked in shock.

'The very same, obviously minus the snake tattoo…’ Lena laughed as she took in Kara’s surprised face.

Kara didn’t know what to say; she was aware there was a bit of a flirtatious nature to their relationship, but if Lena liked women… that changed things.

Maggie just cocked an eyebrow at Alex.

That doesn’t mean anything!’ Alex mouthed back.

‘I think it’s your turn Detective’ Lena stared at Maggie, an evil gleam in her eye.

‘Truth’ Maggie replied, retaining eye contact with Lena.

‘You ever used your handcuffs in the bedroom?’ Lena smirked.

Maggie just grinned and took a swig of her beer; the colour adorning Alex’s cheeks answering the question for her.

‘That’s an image I really didn’t need…’ Kara shook her head.

The very next moment Lena and Kara both reached for the final pot sticker, their fingertips brushing as they hovered over the plate.

'You have it’ Kara smiled shyly.

Alex hit Maggie repeatedly on the leg as she watched Kara relinquish the last pot sticker to Lena with a puppy dog smile, the pair of them not losing eye contact.

'You see it now?’ Maggie hissed.

'Kara just gave Lena the last pot sticker! Kara has never given me the last one!’ Alex whispered her eyes wide. 'Oh my god, they’re totally in love…’

'And you’re totally wearing that little red number I love when we get home…’ Maggie grinned and wiggled her eyebrows.

‘So how do we get them to… you know’ Alex said quietly as she mimed kissing with her hands.

‘Follow my lead Danvers’ Maggie chuckled as Lena and Kara remained oblivious to anyone outside their bubble, ‘pick dare’ she mouthed.

Maggie cleared her throat as Lena brushed a stray strand of hair out of Kara’s face.

‘I pick a dare’ Alex said, unable to unsee the little glances her sister and the CEO kept throwing at each other, or the way Kara’s hand remained on Lena’s knee.

‘I dare you to kiss me Danvers’ Maggie interjected quickly.

Alex giggled and leaned over to place a quick kiss onto Maggie’s lips, her eyebrows shot up when Maggie pulled her in for a passionate kiss. When they pulled away their gazes lingered on each other and Maggie bit her lip thinking of what she was planning to do to Alex when they got home. When they both came back down Kara was bouncing in her seat.

‘My turn!’ She squeaked, ‘Dare!’

‘Well it’s only fair that since Alex and I kissed, that you and Lena kiss… So…’ Maggie raised her eyebrow and looked pointedly from Kara to Lena.

‘Why does Maggie get to come up with all the dares!?’ Kara exclaimed, trying not to think about how her lips would feel against Lena’s.

‘Coz I’m the best Little Danvers’ Maggie grinned.

‘I don’t know if I should feel offended…’ Lena pouted.

‘pfft’ Kara splutted, ‘who wouldn’t want to kiss you!’

Maggie snorted.

‘Can… Can I kiss you?’ Kara asked suddenly nervous and not wanting to freak Lena out.

‘I can’t have you forfeit a dare now, can I?’ Lena flirted playfully.

Kara’s tongue darted out to wet her lips as she leaned in closer to Lena; she heard a spike in Lena’s heart rate the split second before their lips met.

Kara gently pressed their lips together and felt her stomach flip; Lena’s lips were softer than she ever could have imagined. Lena brought her hands up to cup Kara’s face as she deepened the kiss, her tongue slowly swiping over Kara’s bottom lip.

Kara moaned as Lena’s tongue slipped into her mouth.

Maggie nudged Alex and tilted her head towards the door, ‘we should leave them to work this all out…’ Maggie mouthed. Alex nodded and grabbed their coats as they slipped as quietly as they could out the door.

Finally Kara and Lena broke away from the kiss, their foreheads pressed together.

‘Wow’ Kara murmured.

‘Hmmmm’ Lena bit her lip.

They turned to face Alex and Maggie and found the sofa was empty.

Kara smiled at Lena and pressed the remote to switch on the TV, before snuggling down into Lena’s arms.

Meanwhile, Maggie and Alex walked down the stairs hand in hand in a comfortable silence.

‘So, err, the red lace number was it?’ Alex asked with a slight glint in her eyes.

Maggie just grinned and slid her hand into the back pocket of Alex’s jeans.