saw this last week :d

So I saw this post last week and I wasn’t sure if or when I’d be able to draw something for it… but then I had some spontaneous inspiration so have Dorian and Tamlen in a sorta Modern!Thedas AU happy at a pride parade \o/

Imagine Chris stealing your favorite sweater.

A/N: Fluffer-nutter. That’s a cookie, right? Anyway, point is that this is so fluffy and cute that it’s going to warm your romantic heart and make you smile like a delicious cookie would.

You were searching through your wardrobe for your favorite gray sweater when you heard your laptop ring. You glanced over your shoulder and saw Chris’ FaceTime call and walked over to pick up before returning to the closet. It’d been weeks since you last saw it and you had no idea where you put it. You didn’t even want to wear it, you were just the kind of person who couldn’t let things go until you had a resolution. You blamed your mom for that trait because she was the same; the amount of times she’d turned the house upside down for an item she suddenly thought of but had no use for was insane.

“Morning, ba-” He stopped when he realized he couldn’t see you. “Where are you?” He chuckled and you poked your head out, giving him a wave before returning to your search. “Oh hey,” he smiled. “What are you looking for?” He laughed when he saw something fly out of the closet and land on the floor.

“My gray sweater,” you told him and Chris pressed his lips together, glancing over his shoulder at said sweater which was lying on his hotel room bed. “I don’t know where I put it and I’m trying to find it. It’s weird, it’s been weeks since I last saw it.” You decided to put a pause on the search so you could talk to Chris; you walked over to your laptop and plopped yourself on the bed in front of it. “I think the last time I wore it was at brunch with you before you left for LA, right?”

“Ooo…” His fingers played with his lips as he tried to think. “Um.” He pursed his lips, looking up at the ceiling as he continued to ponder. “I don’t know, I don’t really remember.” Your eyes narrowed at his strange behavior, but you said nothing. “Why do you need it? You’ve got a billion other sweaters in your wardrobe, just wear one of those.”

“I like my gray one.”

“I know,” he smiled, “it’s your favorite.”

It was because it was your favorite that Chris took it. He’d been out in LA for a few weeks now, and soon he’d have to leave for Vancouver to film ‘Avengers: Infinity War’. He didn’t know when he would see you next which was why he took- a few was an understatement- of your favorite items with him when he saw you last. Items included: your gray sweater, your favorite baseball cap, your most used perfume, your red knit scarf, your iPod with your favorite albums, your cat plush cushion, your mini Polaroid photo album, and your copy of your favorite book. He took all that among other things; some you knew about and some you didn’t- like your gray sweater. He probably should’ve told you he was taking it to save you the trouble of looking, but he wasn’t going to now that you’d already search half the house. He thought about it, then decided to shoot you a text later so he didn’t have to face your wrath over FaceTime.

“It’s fine, I’ll find it later.” You said and Chris huffed with relief. “Let’s talk about you, how’s things in LA? You and Mckenna look like you’re having a lot of fun.” You said, then smiled when you saw him smile at the sound of Mckenna’s name; he loved the kid as much as he loved his own niece. “I see you finally decided to show off your amazing tap skills to the world.”

“Yeah,” he couldn’t help his grin, “I just couldn’t say no to the kid.” He chuckled and you did the same, shaking your head. “Just so you know, you are definitely going to be playing bad cop when we have our own kids. I can assure you right now that our little one is going to have me wrapped around his or her finger,” he told you, laughing.

“Tell me something I don’t know,” you bit playfully. “And I’m sorry, our little one?” You quizzed and he nodded. “As in singular?” He nodded again and you narrowed your eyes with a confused smile on your face, “I thought you’ve always wanted a big family.”

“Yeah, I do,” he nodded, biting back his growing smile. “But I don’t know, I don’t want to scare you away considering I haven’t even put a ring on your finger yet.” You laughed like it was even a possibility you’d run from someone as perfect as Chris. “I know you’re not really a kid person, so- I thought I’d start slow by talking about having just one kid and see what your reaction is. So far,” he winked with a click of his tongue, “so good.”

“I already told you I’d have kids for you, Chris,” you reminded him and he nodded. “Not an unreasonable amount, but I’m more than happy to have a big family with you.” You said and he smiled. “You’re going to be an amazing dad, I can’t deprive you or any child from that. Plus- it’ll be different when the child’s mine,” you said then winced as you added, “I think.”

“It will,” he chuckled, nodding. “Don’t you worry.”

“I won’t, because you haven’t put a ring on my finger yet,” you held up your left hand and wiggled your ring finger at him; he chuckled in response. “I’m still young, but you’re not getting any younger. If you want kids, marry me, because we’re not having a child out of wedlock.”

“I know,” he chuckled. “Relax, okay? I’m working on it.”

“Tick tock, Chris,” you teased, tapping your watch-less wrist.

He dropped his gaze, laughing, which lowered his head enough to give you a view of his bed. Your eyes narrowed when you spotted your sweater lying on his bed. You scoffed, shaking your head in utter disbelief. You were very sure it was your sweater; you could recognize that gray heap anywhere considering it was your favorite gray heap. You crossed your arms over your chest as Chris looked up to meet your gaze. You shook your head at him with pursed lips and he raised an eyebrow at you. It was only when your eyes darted behind him that he realized you’d found out where your favorite gray sweater was.

“I see you found my favorite sweater,” you said and he winced. “Seriously?” You chuckled at his expression. “Are you kidding me? You took that too?” He nodded with pursed lips. “Chris! Why don’t you just pack me in your fucking luggage?”

“Believe me,” he laughed, “I would if I could.” You laughed harder at that because you knew that was one hundred percent true. “I’m sorry, I just- I need your things to make myself feel more at home.” You rolled your eyes. “You know we wouldn’t have this problem if you’d just left some of your things in the LA home, but no- you had to move it all to Boston.”

“You told me to!” You protested, laughing; Chris cracked a smile. “You’re the one who told me to move everything to Boston because you said and I quote, 'Boston’s going to be our home base when we get married. LA’s just a work space, so don’t worry about leaving your things here.’ You said that, did you not?”

“I did,” he answered monotonously.

“And now it’s my fault my things aren’t there?”

“Yes,” he nodded and you scoffed, chuckling. “It’s fine, I’ll just steal whatever I need.” He leaned back in his chair to reach for your sweater and pulled it off the bed in one swift movement, pressing it to his nose as he turned back to you. “Yup, it smells like you. Like if you were standing right in front of me,” he mumbled, breathing the perfume he’d spray on the soft material in.

“You could’ve had the same effect by spraying my perfume around the room, or on one of your own shirts, or your skin. I don’t see why you had to steal my sweater, and my favorite one too.” He just grinned cheekily, making you roll your eyes. “Oh my God,” you chuckled, “you’re such a dork.”

“That’s why you love me,” he kissed the air in front of him.

“Well, I’m glad I took this then.” You got off the bed to pick up Chris’ NASA hat that you’d taken out of his backpack before he left for the airport. He made his jaw drop as he tried not to smile; he’d saw you take it out of his bag and didn’t stop you because he wanted you to have it while he was gone. “Among other things, but hey, I won’t tell you what they are so you can spend weeks looking for said items.” You teased as you tugged the hat off, grinning the same cheeky grin. “Let’s see how you like it, Captain.”

“Well you know me, baby,” he winked. “I love games.”

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A/N: One simple request, one long ficcy became the result ^-^ hehehe here’s some Kuromahi fluff for you guys, thanks for the prompt nonnie, this is the tickle fic style of Kuro and Mahiru sharing their first kiss~

I already started writing this somewhere last week, @tickly-writing and @ticklyfandoms even saw previews, and then… nothing.. :’D it took me longer than I thought it would. Guyss, my life is getting busier, my speed-writers spirit and originality are fading.. Help. *drowns*

Summary: Mahiru is totally shocked when Kuro decides to confess his love for him out of the blue. Of course no one would believe a straightforward and random confession like that, but Kuro is very serious and is determined to show him… even if it needs him to be playful<3

Word Count: 1580

“I love you.” Whaaaat? Mahiru dropped the meat bun he was just about to put in the microwave, and he gaped at his Servamp who stood by his side.

“Y-you I e-eh w-w-what..?!” Mahiru blushed and stared at him with his mouth wide open in shock. 

“I love you. I just realized that,” Kuro mumbled dryly. No hint of shyness, nor embarrassment from confessing so out of the blue. Kuro seemed to be totally fine, but Mahiru had never been this flustered before. The Servamp had just picked the most random moment of all random moments to confess his feelings in such a straightforward way, how was he supposed to take him seriously?

“You m-must be mistaken! You’re a vampire! D-do you even realize what you’re saying?” Mahiru sputtered while he bent down to pick up his meat bun, just to distract himself from this crazy situation. Kuro simply remained at his side and followed his every movement.

“I do realize. And vampires can love too.” Mahiru dropped his supposed snack again when Kuro stepped towards him, and he darted across the room. 

“You're crazy!” Mahiru squeaked, his heart racing when Kuro slowly chased after him, hands tucked in his pockets and looking as bored as he always did.

“Crazy about you, yes.” Mahiru’s heart made a jump. Kuro saying this kind of shit. Kuro confessing his feelings so bluntly. It couldn’t be. He was joking, he was joking!

He had probably noticed the way the Eve’s cheeks flushed red whenever they sat close to each other. How Mahiru had developed an unhealthy crush on his vampire friend, roommate and partner who never showed any kind of emotional reaction to their interactions. And now this?! He was most likely fooling with him!

Running across the room again, Mahiru just grabbed the door handle to his room to escape the awkwardness, when Kuro lazily wrapped his arms around him from behind, embracing him.

“Nooooho let go of me!” Mahiru freaked out, excited and panicked of being this close to him, and he struggled to escape the vampire’s grip.

“What should I do to make you believe me? Kiss you?” Kuro mumbled in his ear, and he gently cupped Mahiru’s cheek to turn his face sideways so he could meet his lips. Mahiru blushed and, immediately turned away to avoid Kuro’s smoochy lips.

“No! Noohhoho Kuro!” Mahiru giggled when Kuro ended up smooching him all over his ear and cheek.

“That t-tickles Kuro hehe stop it!” Mahiru gave a hard tug and managed to break free from his embrace, wiping his ear and cheek with his arm and blushing in embarrassment.

“It tickles?” A mischievous glint appeared in Kuro’s eyes, and Mahiru shuddered and staggered backwards into his room.

“What should I do to make you believe me hm?” Kuro repeated slowly and teasingly, the question more directed at himself than at Mahiru. Like a predator, he approached the flustered Eve who backed away until his legs hit his bed and he fell down on top of the soft bed sheets.

“N-no Kuro please! Alright, you love me okay? It’s a crazy joke but - aaahahah nono I mean - waaahhh!” Mahiru curled up and burst out in a squeaky giggle fit. Kuro was looming over him and grabbing both his sides, squeezing and fingers wiggling experimentally.

“A joke? You take someone’s feelings so lightly huh? This is what you get for it,” Kuro said calmly, and he climbed on the bed as well so he could reach the little human-ball that was Mahiru. Hugging his knees, Mahiru tried to hide his body from his crush who was determined to tickle the hell out of him.

“GYaahaha n-no you’re the one who – eeeepp not thehehere! Kurooo!” he squealed when Kuro searched around for spots to tickle, firmly squeezing his sides and ribs.

Kuro smirked when he managed to wriggle his hand between Mahiru’s knees and stomach so he could claw at the sensitive flesh through his shirt.

Mahiru gasped loudly and uncurled his body again, and Kuro immediately took this chance to sit on his legs and used both hands to spider-tickle him all over his stomach and sides.

“Eeehehehe plah-please ahaha!” With his body uncurled and trapped, Mahiru felt so exposed and vulnerable, and he helplessy wrapped his arms around his stomach, letting out loud and hysterical belly laughs when Kuro drilled his fingers mercilessly in his sides. Mahiru felt his entire body jerk at the sensations, and he gasped for air while laughter kept forcing itself out of him.

“I never knew my human’s this ticklish,” Kuro said. His human. Mahiru died inside, and so did his body when new ticklish sensations shot through all of his body starting at his lower back where Kuro had started to scratch him ticklishly.

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anonymous asked:

I've been having this idea since I saw the movie last week about Garderenza. I imagine that if they'd had a kid, they would have had a daughter, and she would have followed in her parents musical steps but as a dancer, like a ballerina. Then she'd be a part of their little performing group. Of course, she would have performed at the party with them and become trapped as well, but following the tragic trend, as a painting or statue in another wing, far from her parents.

If she was a painting, she could visit them in one way: Harry Potter style.  You can bet since it’s a cursed castle that the paintings will move and interact with each other.

I just want to remind people, based on some of the absolutely cringe-inducing things I saw last week that this: 🇨🇮🇨🇮 is the flag of Côte d'Ivoire. this: 🇮🇪🇮🇪 is the flag of the Republic of Ireland

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