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anonymous asked:

So, what if Guz has a thing for chubby/over weight girls, but since he lives on a beach island, they're hard to come by, and completely falls head over heels for the new chick on the island. The grunt girls don't get it and think it's a joke so they pick on her and take her Galvantula after a few very difficult attempts. Guzma is furious and there's hell to pay but he's still a nervous faux confident dork when trying to return him to her.

I wanted to make this a little happier. so only one grunt makes fun of you. The other ones including Guzma just wanna smash. (and go out with you)

“Hmmmmooooooooh my god! Baby girl’s got it goin’ on wit that booty eatin’ up them lil’ shorts!”

“Right?! Brah how the shit we gonna talk to baby girl? Gotta think a somethin’ original. Somethin’ that’ll make her all hot ‘n bothered!”

The grunts had Guzma at “booty eatin’ up them lil’ shorts”, which for various reasons got his attention and caused him to lean over the decrepit railing a little further to hear what the two boys at the bottom of the staircase were saying. Guzma was on the rebound. One of the girl grunts with stringy pink hair hadn’t been wifey material. Too high strung for his taste, and so skinny and obsessed with her looks that it had tired him out trying to reassure her after a while. But when she hit him after he disagreed with her that had been the final straw. So despite the tears and text messages begging him to get back together with her, Guzma was on the lookout for another piece of ass.

Shame he couldn’t find anyone to make it worthwhile. He watched with a snarl on his face as the grunts below were gesticulating wildly, talking about a “super cute shorty” that had been at the malasada shop in Malie City. You were supposedly a new face compared to the same old locals they saw day in and day out, had been feeding a dry malasada to your spider pokemon that Guzma assumed was an Ariados until he heard:

“Nah man, that ain’t no weird Ariados like Boss Man got.” Said one. “That’s a Galvantula.”

“Hoooooh boy, God been reading my dreams.” Moaned the other. “The hell I gotta do to get a piece of that thick, strong Pokémon trainer ass? I’d give anything for her to talk to me… Totally fucked it up when she looked at me an’ I threw West side at her!”

“ ‘s one a them reflexes.” Replied the other, patting his friend’s shoulder. “She come up to me wantin’ to know where the library was at ‘n I fuckin’ axed her if she wanted to battle! Wiped the floor with my sorry ass using like two bug Pokémon, but she put my money in her back pocket! Like to think that’s kinda the same thing as touchin’ that juicy booty a hers.”

Now he was extremely interested. In fact Guzma was just about to go downstairs and ask the boys where they’d last seen you when another grunt, couldn’t have been more than thirteen, came running at them with a rather cute little purse in the shape of a watermelon.

“Look guys!” he squeaked. “Got that ugly hoe’s Pokémon for ya! It’s one a them spiders right? Wonder how much its worth. Stupid easy to swipe from that dumb bitch when she went to pick up her napkin from under the table!”

He began laughing. Thinking naively that he’d done good, that he’d probably even be commended for his good work. In the middle of a hearty laugh he was about to ask his brothers if he’d done good, when a large hand swiped the bag from his hands before the two grunts could lay into him.

“Boss man?!” one of your admirers squeaked. Guzma looked harshly at the young one with an expression that indicated he’d get a good beating later for being cruel. He briefly asked the two where you were headed to last, got two very shaky replies that he could find you in the library if he hurried before it closed, and immediately was out the door stomping off into the rain.

Turns out he didn’t have to walk far. He found you immediately in Ula’Ula Meadow, the only one there crying as though your heart was about to break. A kind little girl was rubbing your back, trying to console you by insisting together with her and her partner Oricorio you would all find your companions.

“We’ll find your friends.” She said gently, rubbing your back. “Galvantula aren’t common here. Someone’s bound to, oh! Please sir!”

She flagged Guzma down, running swiftly over to him.

“My friend… She can’t find her Pokemon! Someone took her bag and everything when she was picking some trash off the floor. Have you seen a bag that looks like a yellow and red watermelon? It’s got a Galvantula, Dewpider, and a Fomantis!”

Guzma was so captivated when you looked over at him, eyes widening in realization when you saw the bag that hung limply at his side. He tried to hold it out to the lass in front of him, attempting to speak, but your captivating glance rendered him mute.

“My bag!” you cried joyously, running towards him and taking it gratefully. “You found my bag!”

“That’s your bag?” asked the other girl, stars in her eyes as she looked at Guzma innocently. “Wow! Thank you so much sir! You have no idea how much it means to her!”

Nothing came out of his mouth. His entire being was consumed with the way you smiled, with the way you wrapped your chubby arms around him and cuddled him in a hug. You were vastly tiny compared to him, but he couldn’t help but understand what the grunts were talking about.

Every aspect of you was adorable, from your cute head with a sunhat to your cute feet.

“…Welcome…” he muttered.

“I have to thank you somehow mister!” you insisted, still holding him in a hug and looking up innocently. “Let me treat you to something? You like malasadas? I can get you all the ones you want?”

He might’ve said yes, because the last thing he knew was that he was tripping over his own two feet in his haste to follow you through the meadow and off to town where you were going to treat him to a meal.

This must have been what winning the lottery felt like.

anonymous asked:

Hi there. So I'm moving into the first house my family and I have actually owned in years. The only problem is, my room is so small that they're letting me have the spare room as well, which is equally as small. Dorms are usually pretty small, but I'm thinking that these rooms are much smaller. Do you have any advice for decorating or living in a small (set of) rooms? Maybe any useful furniture pieces? (I don't have any. .-.) Any advice or help would be appreciated.

I am sorry it took so long to respond! This past month a friend of mine moved into a tiny studio apartment, and I wanted her advice before responding to you.

Living in A Small Space

Storage Containers

The right storage containers can make all the difference when living in a small space! Head to your local Dollar Store and get yourself some supplies. 

  1. Storage Bins. Go to your local Dollar Store and buy yourself some plastic storage bins. Amazon also sells them, but they’re much more expensive. I’d recommend choosing whatever is the cheapest, you don’t need high quality plastic that was crafted by the indigenous people of wherever. These bins are stackable, durable, and clear plastic makes it easy to locate lost items.
  2. Shoe organizers. Specifically, the ones that hang over doors like this one. These are great for storing makeup, jewelry, writing utensils, cheesy snacks, etc. Drape one over one of your doors, but be sure to consult with any roommates you may have before hand.
  3. Wall Bookshelves. Bookshelves in general make great storage spaces. My old apartment had zero closet space, so my boyfriend and I used a bookshelf to store all our clothes. Since you probably won’t have much floor space, opt for a wall bookshelf instead. I absolutely love the look of a nice wall bookshelf, I have one in my bedroom with some tasteful cacti and my fancy shoes stacked on top of it.
  4. Coat hangers. Might seem like a simple idea, but coat hangers are magical. You can fit multiple coats on one hanger and use the others to hang purses, jewelry, hats, etc. You can also use command hooks if you’re uncomfortable drilling into the walls.

Where to Store

  1. Underneath your bed. As I’m sitting on my bed writing to you, several feet bellow me are two guitars, an emergency kit and several pairs of shoes. Beds are something that everyone has (unless you’re my high school friend Adrienne) so why not utilize them fully? Measure how much space is available underneath your bed frame, and buy storage bins that you can easily slip underneath
  2. Hang it on the wall. Have something weirdly shaped that doesn’t fit anywhere? Hang it on your wall! The only example I can think of right now is something like a bike. Always make sure things are secure!
  3. From the ceiling. Lightweight items can be suspended from the ceiling of your living space. Position jewelry, scarves, and small plants in a visually pleasing arrangement over your bed to save space.
  4. Closets. There’s no guarantee that you’ll get a closet in your dorm room, but most apartment buildings will have one. In fact, I would advise you to not move into an apartment with zero closet space. Stack your storage bins high, place bookshelves in your closet, and if possible use plastic or wooden hangers to organize your clothes. I always think of my bedroom closet as my “disaster zone”. The rest of my apartment can look nice because I have a place to store random things like my porcelain garden gnome and my vacuum cleaner that don’t fit anywhere else.

Decor in a Small Space

These are the ideas I came up with in my cheap dorm decor post, but I think they are all very applicable to your situation. 

  1. Plants: Plants are my personal favorite decor (apart from Xmas lights). They’re inexpensive and look great in any location. If watering a plant every day doesn’t work for your schedule, get a cactus! I water my cacti twice a week.
  2. Xmas Lights: I try to distance myself from people who say that Xmas lights are just “seasonal”. I have three different strands of lights up all year long, one in each room and one on my outdoor balcony. These lights are perfect for parties, romantic evenings, etc.
  3. Posters: Posters aren’t as expensive as you think they are, but poster frames are ridiculously expensive. And you can’t buy the cheap ones, they fall apart instantly- you have to buy the $40 ones. My advice to you, buy posters and hang them up carefully with pushpins or tape.
  4. Night lights: I am the sort of person who always needs to pee at 3am. I have always used night lights in my bathroom and kitchen because they’re so much better than blundering around in the dark. Similar to the Xmas lights, they help create that “mood”. I have these cute little lava lamp night lights.
  5. Glow in the dark stars: Just trust me on this.
  6. Chalkboard paint: Dorm room or apartment landlord permitting, chalkboard paint can help turn your room into a perpetual canvas. A friend of mine from college did this to his incredibly small room, and it looked so good.

My friend mentioned that it might be a good idea to make one of your rooms a “bedroom” and make the other your “dressing room/closet/beauty space”.

I hope this helps!

lumiiinas  asked:

BOi i am back omg i love every scenario u make like no joke,, ur great,, we love you,, hope ur healthy,, buT yeah can i rq a scenario with Aomine, Haizaki, Hanamiya, Kagami and Nebuya where their s/o wakes up a bit later than them and when they come downstairs they're in nothing but their partner's shirt and they're all sleepy and snuggly and clingy to them and they boys find it cute how they're so inimate and pure 🌝

OH god i forgot one person in my ask if yA dont mind can you add Kiyoshi? ThAnk

Of course I can sweetie! And thanks for requesting from me once more! I really enjoy seeing what you guys come up with, so it’s never a dull moment with some of these requests!

Aomine: Usually Aomine was the late sleeper between the two of you.. But upon seeing you still sleeping, hair splayed across the sheets, he didn’t try to disturb you, heading downstairs to make food. 

Again, he was at a loss, since you did all the cooking and preparations for the morning.. But he tried to make sense of things, searching through cookbooks to find a decent enough recipe.

At least until your arms wrapped around him. 

He paused, eyes wide as he turned to look at you, clad in his shirt and hair still in disarray.. There was a soft frown, as if you were upset he’d left you alone, and oh god.. He’s never seen you this.. adorable in his life..

“Dai-chan…” you mumbled, snuggling in the fabric covering his chest, “Come back to bed.. I’m cold…”

He didn’t hesitate, dropping everything and carrying you back to bed, where he was sure to make you so warm, you were forced to strip from his clothing.

Haizaki: He really didn’t want to leave the bed, but his stomach and the cries from his mom urged him to get up, though he was cranky and irritated. He left you under the blanket, unaware you’d woken up after he left, and he went to check around, eyebrows furrowed deeply…

Tch.. he was having a pleasant dream until he was interrupted..

He didn’t hear soft steps, but he almost jumped when you came to hug him, a tiny whine leaving your throat.

“Shogo-kun!! C..Come back to bed..” you paused, noticing the irritation on his face, “….Please…?”

God… he was completely finished.. As much as he hated being asked to do anything, seeing you like this, begging for him to come back to bed.. He really couldn’t deny you… His needs overstepped his wants, and he didn’t bother to say anything, just nodding slowly and let you guide him.

He was determined to erase that innocence from your face.

Hanamiya: Mornings were never his forte… In fact, Hanamiya hated them as much as he hated teams who worked together.. 

But this morning.. It was somehow… different.

He didn’t realize how innocent you were until you’d came to him, in only his shirt, and hugged him from behind with sleep in your eyes. He’d really thought he erased all your innocence away..

This expression, however, was much more… child-like..

As annoyed as he was with mornings, this one didn’t seem as bad when you looked at him, like that . However, those thoughts only lasted for a few minutes, before he clicked his tongue, carrying you back to bed roughly.

You may be cute, but he could be cuter.

Kagami: He’d never get used to seeing you right when he wakes up. That’s why Kagami had to immediately vacate his room, before he’d chose to listen to his inner voice, telling him to stay with you and re-enact last night’s events.

His cheeks burned just thinking about it, so he shook his head, focusing on the breakfast he was intending on making for the two of you. However, he wasn’t prepared for you to come in, adorning HIS shirt, one eye open as you yawned and hugged him carefully.

“W…Why didn’t you wake me… Tai-chan…?”

He swallowed, looking down at you, which was a mistake, as he’d seen part of your breast, and the marks he’d left on you before. He made a noise, turning around immediately and tried to think of what to say.. Y..yes.. why didn’t he wake you..?

Oh right.. He would’ve fainted and had a nose bleed..

“I.. I thought you could use s…some more… s…sleep!!”

He froze when you hummed, rubbing your nose against his back as you sighed, squeezing him tighter.

“You’re such a good boy, Taiga.. T..Thank you..”

There was a sudden crash, followed by a giant mess in the kitchen.. How you managed to make him destroy his house, Kagami will never know..

Kiyoshi: “___-____-chan…? W…Why aren’t you..?”

Kiyoshi really thought you would’ve still been sleeping, but he was utterly surprised when you followed after him, clinging to him like a child. His shirt didn’t help the matter, being way too big on you, and he found it in him to chuckle, though it sounded a little forced..

“Ah.. I see.. ____-chan wanted to be with me, hm?”

At your flustered cheeks, he knew he hit the mark, and he was quick to turn around, picking you up and holding you against his chest. He lightly kissed your forehead, smiling when you buried your face in his neck, and he massaged your legs.

“Alright then, just give me a few minutes to finish our breakfast and then we can go back to cuddling.. Okay?”

He could never erase that adorable look from your face, especially when you still wore his shirt.

Nebuya: He could tell from the previous night just how exhausted you were. For starters, you didn’t rebel to his suggestion of staying over. You let him put HIS clothing on you, and quite frankly, you’d crashed while studying for an upcoming test. Even when he woke up before you, Nebuya was shocked at how peaceful you were. 

So he’d decided to make breakfast for the two of you. Luckily it was a sunday, meaning there was no practice or classes.. Just a day in.. He heard pattering down the hallway, and as he turned to call your name, his voice stopped, and suddenly, he wasn’t so loud anymore..

You were ridiculously… adorable..

He was blushing when his shirt hung over your body, showing some of your bare legs, and you’d rubbed your eyes softly, yawning before walking towards him, wrapping your arms around his waist.

But what sealed the deal was how you’d lightly whined, cheeks a bit red as you mumbled,

“Ei-chan… Come back to bed…”

He tried not to make a sound, instead wrapped you in his arms and didn’t let go.

anonymous asked:

ok but your poly au thing with evan and ohm fighting for delirious is way too fucking cute and im hunting for poly aus atm because they're so fucking good - i love how your brain works omg <33

“…What’s with the teddy bear, Ohm?” Vanoss eyes the offending stuffed animal with a squint as Ohm hugs it tighter with a small smile on his lips.

“I don’t know what you mean, Vanoss.” Ohm looked everywhere but at Vanoss, as if searching for something… Or someone. And that alone sends Vanoss on high alert.

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anonymous asked:

Can I request an imagine where Josh and the reader have a sleepover (They're already dating, they just don't live with each other) and it's really cute, at some point late at night they're dancing around the kitchen. You imagines are the cutest, I swear I've died 100 times whilst reading them!

(I had so much fun writing this one! Thank you for the prompt, hope you like it!!)

You park your car in the visitor parking spot, grabbed your over night bag from the passenger seat beside you, and locked your car before buzzing Josh to let you in. He had just gotten back from tour. The six months he was gone was too long it felt like. You basically live at his place while he was in town. Spending 5 out of 7 nights there. But six months was too long to not be at a place that felt so much like home.

You’re not sure if Josh ever locks his apartment door, because it always open when you go over - even when you’re surprising him. But you look past it, letting yourself in anyways.

You can see Josh, he has his back towards you, ear buds in and talking to someone on his phone while he sorts through the mail he had collected while being away. You’re thankful that he’s pretty oblivious to his surroundings as you sneak up. You throw your arms around his shoulders, jumping up onto his back.

“Whoah!” Josh shouts in surprise, pulling an ear bud out to hear what was going on. He turns his head to look at you, and you almost have tears in your eyes when he grins so big, you can hardly see his eyes.

“Hey, Mark,” he says to the person on the other line. “I’ll call you back.” He doesn’t even give Mark a chance to reply as he rips the other ear bud out, throws his phone on the table and turns to that he can wrap his arms around your small frame.

“I missed you,” you whisper into his chest and he tightens his grip around you. You feel complete again. Every time Josh leaves, it’s almost like he takes a part of your heart with him. Of course you miss him while he’s gone, but you get used to the empty feeling in your chest until he comes back and then you wonder how you ever went so long without him.

“I miss you too, baby,” he replies softly into your hair, before pressing a light kiss to your head. You look up, leaning in for more kisses, snaking your arms around his neck and standing on your tippy toes, trying to get as much as him as you can. You can tell he feels the same way when one of his hands finds his way to your hair, and now you’re feeling like there’s too much in between you guys.

“Josh?” You almost moan, as his lips find his way to your neck. And without warning he lifts you up by your legs and you take that as a sign to wrap your legs around his waist as he carries you towards his bedroom.

“Way ahead of you babe,” he smirks, pushing open the door and kicking it closed with his foot. He lightly tosses you on the bed before landing just over top of you and smothering you with kisses again. Your smile was so big, Josh never made you feel unwanted.

“You’re so beautiful,” he muses, holding himself overtop of you, eyes running everywhere over your body. “I missed you so much.”

You reach your hand out and touch the side of his face. His eyes are deep, like he has a thousand thoughts running through his mind. You do too, but as his body presses against yours, there’s only one that you can really think of. “Show me,” you tell him. He gets a mischievous grin and happily obliges.

You’re not sure what time it is when you roll over into Josh’s bare chest, nuzzling your head into his neck. He take his hand and lightly draws it against your arm, raising goosebumps. You’re in total bliss, you’re really not sure how this could get any better.

“You should go away more often,” you say after a couple minutes of quiet. Josh looks down at you, confused expression as he waits for you to continue. “That was incredible,” You grin. Josh rolls his eyes, smile appearing on his face. He moves so that he’s on top on you again, and you think that you can’t possibly go at it again. But instead he bends down, kisses you quickly and then hops out of bed, grabbing his boxers and putting them on swiftly. You sit up, giving him a curious look.

“If we’re going to keep this up, we need some food,” he states with his big, classic Josh Dun grin before disappearing out the bedroom door. You throw your head back in a light laugh before scrambling to get out of bed and find one of his shirts and following him to the kitchen.

The light on the microwave reads 2:33am when you enter into Josh’s tiny apartment kitchen. He has most of what was left in his fridge out on the counter. Which is basically eggs.

“I forgot to go grocery shopping,” he admits, with a squinty smile when he notices you.

You look around the tiny kitchen, trying to get ideas of what to make when you notice a Chinese take-out menu sitting on the counter. You grab it and hold it up to your boyfriend, raising an eyebrow.

“I like you’re thinking,” He nods. And half an hour later you’re both sitting on his couch with Chinese take-out boxes and binging X-Files. You’re sprawled across the couch, legs resting over top Josh’s lap. You’re half paying attention to the TV show, half scrolling through your twitter feed when you see a tweet from Paramore, releasing their new song.

“Did you know about the new Paramore song?” You ask, holding your phone up to him so he can see the post.

“Oh yeah!” His eyes light up. “Hayley mentioned something about that last time I saw her. Plug it into the speakers!”

You get up and plug your phone into the speakers Josh had set up across the room and press play. Both you and Josh are dead silent, listening, deciding if you liked what you were hearing. The song ends and you’re both still silent.

“Well,” Josh clears his throat after a couple of seconds pass. “I know what I’m going to listen to non-stop for the next - rest of my life.”

“Right!” You shout in agreement, immediately playing the song again. And by the 15th time of listening to it, both you and Josh are dancing on the furniture, singing the lyrics at the top of your lungs, pretending to play the instruments and genuinely just acting like idiots together.

You’re dancing on the couch as Josh passes you, so you take the opportunity to jump on his back for a piggy back. He spins you around as fast as he can before collapsing on the couch, both laughing till tears.

“Ah man,” Josh sighs after your laughing fit, looking over at you. And he can’t believe how beautiful you look in his over sized shirt. “I love you.”

That stops you mid laugh. You and Josh haven’t been dating for very long, only 8 months, and most of that had been long distance while he was on tour. And while you knew you loved him from the start, you never said it; afraid that he wouldn’t feel the same way. So you were perfectly content waiting until the time was right. What you didn’t expect was for him to say it first. “I really, really do Y/N,” he continues when you don’t say anything. “You make everything an adventure and I just, I love you.”

You’re grinning uncontrollably as Josh bares his soul to you, but you want to keep it cool. “Yeah, you’re alright.” You tease. Josh laughs and starts tickling you until you can’t breath, determined to get you to say it back. “Okay!” You shout in surrender, your sides sore from laughing. Josh pauses, keeping his hands close for another tickle attack if he doesn’t hear the right answer. “I love you, Joshua Dun.”

But you know what would be real cute? Allura falling first for Keith.

  •  I’m kidding it wouldn’t be cute, it’d be HILARIOUS 
  • like she’d be super casual one day, observing the paladins train and thinking “oh Keith looks pretty cute today” and then being like “???????why????did I????? Think that??????" 
  • and she’d dismiss it at first like "whatever it’s just teenage hormones nothing serious” but then it starts happening too often. Like. Way Too Often.
  • and she’d be like ??????? And bc she probably doesn’t know how to handle crushes she’d straight up ignore him? Like she isn’t even sure why she just does. 
  • and Keith is like really hurt but also kinda angry so he ignores her back which makes allura even angrier 
  • and it comes to a point where everyone realizes. Like the entire team just tries to avoid being in the same room as them because of their weird vibe 
  • and then, one day, they have to do this mission together and they’re both like “ok. You’re a professional. You have done things even more dangerous than this. Why are you sweating." 
  • and it’s really a non-essential mission but somehow they end up bickering so fucking much 
  • and Keith just loses it. 
  •  keith blinks. “hah. what.” 
  • meanwhile allura’s head is that one spongebob meme where everything is on fire “nothing, just- ignore me. let’s finish the mission.” 
  • ”wait, allura-”
  • ”i said. keep. going.”
  • keith nearly crashes their ship three times. 
  • later, while everyone is asleep, allura is not. she’s in the room where her father’s memories used to kept. The soft blue light emanating from the control panel feels cold and distant and like it’s never gonna end.
  • she’s not crying, not exactly. she wishes she was, but she’s just too tired for that. 
  • her fight with keith, as petty and ridiculous as it was, had made her realize something: no matter how the war ended, her teenage years were never coming back. 
  • she’s not proud to admit it, but sometimes she wishes she were… somewhere else. someone else.
  • she’s carrying the lives and hopes of billions of beings on her shoulders and it’s unbearable, but she has to bear it anyway. 
  • a quiet voice resonates across the empty space. “allura?”
  • it’s keith. she sighs, already dreading and cherishing his presence. “hello, keith.” she greets him, her voice so tiny she’s worried he may have not heard. 
  • but he does. “i couldn’t sleep, either.” she hears his footsteps, and feels his warmth when he settles on the ground besides her. “listen, i wanted to talk about-”
  • ”don’t.” she cuts him, “it was my fault. i shouldn’t -” 
  • ”no, allura-” he tries to cut her back, but whatever sentence he was about to say dies on his lips.
  • they stay in some sort of heavy silence for a while. then, keith says. “I just couldn’t believe it. still can’t.”
  • “believe what?”
  • keith makes a funny face, as if the idea he’s entertaining was too complicated to put it into words, “well, you know, you. having a… crush. on me. that.” 
  • allura feels her face going hot. somehow, it’ even more embarrassing if keith says it. she is half tempted to put her defences up again, but ultimately decides against it. “why?” 
  • keith looks at her, a little surprised. “you’re kidding, right?” when he sees the blank look on her face, he continues, “well, you’re sort of a very pretty alien princess. and my boss. so yeah, sorry if i didn’t believe you had a crush on me, out of everyone else.”
  • she knows she’s being a little ridiculous, but the compliment makes her smile. “well, you’re kinda pretty too.” 
  • keith chuckles, a little sardonic but pleased as well. allura feels her heart swell with the sight. “i like you too. that’s what i tried to say back in the ship.” 
  • they fall silent again, but this time is comfortably light. the soft blue light that’s bathing both of them now feels like a maybe. 

okay this was supposed to be a fic for kallura positivity day but i just couldn’t? get around? to make it? so i decided to turn it into hc’s. @thekallurashipper happy super late birthday!! hope you had an awesome one :D

anonymous asked:

I was just about to send in a match up but saw you were full! Hopefully I can get one in when they're open again! But can I request a scenario of Todoroki and Shinsou catching their crush putting a confession letter in their locker or on their desk please? I just think that would be really cute~ Thank you! <3

praise you ♥ and bless ♥

we got some fluff for you~


Todoroki Shouto

He was walking back to his dorm after class. He was still sore from the extra training that he’s had to do lately. Todoroki sighed and opened his eyes. Why were they standing there?

His crush was standing outside of his door, and seemed to be in the midst of making a decision. Maybe they needed to talk with him? He was about to call out to them as they slid a note under his door and took off down the corridor. They had to have been really distracted to not even notice him, he was only a metre away by the time they took off. 

He looked at the edge of his door, where they had slipped a note under. His mind was racing about what it could’ve been. They looked upset, it must be something bad. 

“Hey Todoroki,” Kaminari called to him, “why’re you staring at the floor?”

“Oh…” he reached in his pocket for his key and unlocked his door, “I was just thinking.” He walked in and closed his door. 

“Man, he is weird sometimes.” Kaminari said as he walked away.

Now he had to open it. It’s a plain envelope with his name on it. It doesn’t seem all that bad. But Todoroki couldn’t even bring himself to open it. Instead, he took out his phone and texted them.

-why were you at my door?

He hoped that they would answer and he could go back to the way that things were five minutes before he saw them in front of his door. When he could feel his heart rate sky rocket whenever they touched him, or said his name, or even walked by. He was glad that they were used to him not talking that much because he could barely speak around them. 


-just read it!

Maybe they were mad at him? He couldn’t tell. But he heeded his crush’s instructions, and opened the envelope. It was just a tiny piece of paper that said I like you. Their name wasn’t even on it. If he hadn’t seen them, how would he have known it was them? He was smiling though, they really were too cute. 

Shinsou Hitoshi

Well this was surprising. He came back from lunch a little early to study before they had English and there they were. His crush. Blushing and dropping a note on his desk like a Shoujo Manga main character. After they did it they turned to the door to leave.

“Hi,” All they made was a noise in response. They looked like a deer in the headlights. “Are you okay?”

They nodded their head quickly and slipped by Shinsou, then taking off down the hallway. He could hear them giggling. So it was that kind of note, huh?

He walked over and picked it up. Even their handwriting was adorable. The bell rang and his classmate came back in. He put the note in his bag, feeling like it would be better to open in it private. 

He looked around, they hadn’t come back to class. In his opinion, they weren’t missing much. Pres. Mic was going on and on about great English writers. Shinsou didn’t really find it that interesting. He kept seeing his crush’s face. Flustered and nervous. The way the were giggling down the hallway. 

He needed class to be over so he could read their note and find them. He had a really good idea of what it said, and it made his heart swell. Now he felt like he was in a girly manga. 


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anonymous asked:

Headcanons about the male paladins finding out that his lion likes their s/o a lot that they're super protective of them and even purrs too?


  • Just gonna assume here this is BEFORE S3 happens
  • So when you ask about seeing the Black Lion Shiro nods, but notes that he isn’t sure how it would act around a non-Paladin that approached its personal space
  • He’s cautionary but he takes you along with him, holding your hand out and introducing you to the Black Lion
  • “Pleased to meet you…uh..Black…Blackie?” There’s an immediate silence in the air and Shiro was about to laugh at your silly name but then looks up at the Black Lion concerned. Did you just…offend it?
  • It leans down and its tail swooshes back and forth a few times. There’s an immediate spark of recognition in your eyes and you come closer to it. Shiro tries to warn you otherwise but you keep going anyway.
  • You reach up and pat the Black Lion’s face, “You’re really a friendly cat under all that poise, aren’t you?”
  • Shiro calms down, sighing lightly and watching you behave around his lion. He wants to make sure you’re okay when it tries to nuzzle you though or paw you gently.
  • “I had no idea it react that way around you, Y/N,” he scratches the back of his head, “after all…it never behaves that way around me.”
  • “Yeah but Shiro…you’re so uptight,” you start giggling at his comment, “maybe you should cut loose a little. Your kitty might like you more~”
  • “The only person I want to like me more is you,” he kisses your forehead, “and that’s because it’s a given.”
  • You’re well-protected regardless- and it’s likely his lion flies faster to come home if it means you’re waiting for him at the castle. <3


  • He was reluctant to show you his lion because he knew it can be rather temperamental even around him
  • But you were adamant, so he took you down to the bay and you looked up at the giant that is the Black Lion.
  • Keith was walking by your side, protectively eyeing his lion to make sure it wouldn’t do anything crazy around you and hurt you
  • But what ended up happening is that it immediately stooped over to your hand the moment you rose it up, and allowed you to pet its face- it was nuzzling your tiny human hand. <3
  • Keith is understandably awestricken and with his mind blown he’s like double- no triple-taking between you and his lion like ??????? WHAT THE BLACK LION NEVER DID THIS WITH HIM
  • He’s secretly kinda jealous and you grin at him when it’s clear he’s trying to figure out why it could possibly like you
  • “I dunno Keith, you like me right? And you’re always in a corner moping~” Your grin is so goddamn cheeky and a part of him wants to glower at you but the other part of him is just smiling dumbly back at you
  • Because after all, you’re completely right.
  • It doesn’t matter how tough he or the black lion are.
  • Because they can’t resist you. <3


  • He jumps back when he sees his lion hunker down- he almost pushes you out of the way because he’s initially thinking his lion is going to eat you. But then it starts purring, and letting you touch its face.
  • I mean WHAT his lion doesn’t even do that with him?!!!?
  • “Uh…do you mind explaining, Y/N?” he scratches the back of his head, watching awestruck.
  • “I dunno, but they like me right?” You’re pleased because at least when dating Lance this means you won’t be any danger in the case that his lion disapproved of you (you saw this happen with a few of his exes it didn’t end well :/)
  • He shrugs, then approaches you, making a funny “I’M WATCHIN’ YOU” face to his lion, “You better watch yourself, Red! Y/N’s my girl/boyfriend. You understand that? You get to be our cute pet or something ok?”


  • Also freaks out when his lion gets unrealistically jumpy when you first approach to meet it- he gets in front of you “Hang on a second Y/N I want to see if something’s wrong!”
  • Hunk approaches quickly, “What’s wrong?” he stops, then looks back at you as the lion communicates with him, “oh. Oh! You mean that? Well that’s great, thanks buddy.”
  • You’re standing by the doorway frightened because his lion has woken up so vigorously. Hunk shakes his head and beckons for you to come, “there’s no need to worry, Y/N. They’re actually very excited to meet you!”
  • “Wait really? But I thought your lion only talks to people with like…telepathy and stuff.”
  • “That’s true, but that doesn’t mean they can’t see a good person when they see one <3” He kisses your cheek, then looks up at his lion, “right, big guy?”
  • His lion is the one that completely falls over whenever you’re around, demanding belly rubs- suffice to say you’re the one that has to work with Hunk to make repairs and adjustments on it. :P


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anonymous asked:

Hi, how would RFA gang + minor trio deal with a short MC (like 5' and just tiny in general) that doesn't like being called cute, people patting their head, or being used as an arm rest, but would just barely make an exception for the person they're interested in/in a relationship with? Bonus if MC is just slightly older than them or is as old as Jumin and V. PS: Love the Professor Layton emoji's

Grouping these requests together, because what’s better than a short, older tsundere~? (PS i love this MC plz feel free 2 ask for them again)


  • “Ugh, if you have to send your selfies to someone, just send them to me so you don’t bother anyone else.”
  • because you HATE the fact that 707 lords the fact that ~he knows what you loooook liiiike~ over everyone, you send the group a picture to take him down a peg and
  • man
  • He really can’t read you though, but that’s because you’re grumpy and incredibly hard to interpret. Even though you say you call him an unrepentant narcissist, you save every one of his pictures, and hold your phone to your chest whenever he says something nice to you.
  • Your form of encouraging him is mainly telling him that he is, objectively - it’s not anything about your personal opinion, it’s just objective - a good actor, and anyone saying otherwise is a moron.
  • that makes him feel weirdly good, particularly since - despite what you say - you’re always on his side and encouraging him in your own way.
  • he can’t help but call you cute and his princess which just
  • annoys you
  • but he also not doing it sarcastically which makes you feel weirdly nice but
  • hE DEFINITELY does that thing where he puts his hand on the top of your head because you’re SO SHORT
  • and SO ANGRY
  • and he can just put his palm on your forehead as you try to get at him because he’s super buff and you’re just a tiny, ineffectual steamroller
  • “i DO TAXES”
  • ok Zen admittedly does tease you a lot b/c he thinks its funny but once he realizes that there is some actual baggage due to your height he lays off and actually starts specifically complimenting you on your intelligence, skill, and professional abilities
  • which takes you off guard and you really
  • really
  • like it.
  • (at one point, he does the hand-comparison thing with you - you and him putting your hands up against each other to see how big his is in comparison to yours - and he grins so widely and damn does your heart go pitter-patter)
  •  whenever you have a talk or something important to do he is ALWAYS THERE IN THE FRONT ROW
  • (one day, one of your colleagues makes a short joke about you on stage and he’s like…. ready to fite someone)
  • He says to you later that he knows you can take care of yourself but he also wanted to deck that guy
  • (it’s time for doki-dokis from you SHIT)


  • you find it extremely difficult to be properly tsundere around Yoosung because he is just this adorable little chick of a person
  • like
  • just thinking about getting annoyed at him makes you feel weird
  • and as soon as you see his dumb cute face in his avatar you just kind of deflate and calm down.
  • (seriously Yoosung becomes your chill-out medicine whenever you hear his voice on the phone babbling about something ridiculous you’re like)
  • (okay)
  • (things aren’t so bad, Yoosung exists)
  • you do say exactly what you’re thinking regarding his grades tho - like yoosung, quit gaming and study christ
  • “you need to take school seriously”
  • “this is me, as a professor, telling you to shape up”
  • “………iii…. am an intelligent, competent scholar who is well respected in my field, yes?” you say to the shocked chatroom, who had, from your picture, thought you couldn’t even be 20.
  • well first of all yoosung, DON’T YOU THINK I’D RECOGNIZE U IF I TAUGHT YOU
  • (and also in the interests of not making it weird, you A.) don’t teach at his school and B.) are actually a very young, newly appointed professor)
  • but that does mean you have your Shit together, and you start getting on Yoosung about his academics. when he gets bad quiz grades, you offer to tutor him, because hot diggity are you smart
  • the two of you stay Just Friends for a pretty long time because Yoosung kinda really needs to grow up a bit like
  • you are around Jumin’s age but the life experience gap is still pretty extreme
  • but he starts to really, really admire you and how - even though you’re often gruff with him - you always believe in him and how he can do better
  • makes him want to really become an adult.
  • He starts working himself out. He takes his studies seriously, he relies on other people for less, he does his own taxes and becomes a much better cook…
  • you and everyone else are kinda shocked by the change tbh.
  • One time, when he’s with you, he looks down at you and stares for awhile and you’re like
  • oh fuck here we go
  • he’s going to be like “wowwwww i can’t believe you’re so MATURE when you look so CUTE and SMALL” because he’s done it before aND SO HAS EVERYONE ELSE
  • (you can’t get mad at him but it BOTHERS YOU)
  • but when you ask him what he’s thinking, he just shakes his head a little and says, “Do you think I look good next to you?”
  • “I’ve been trying really hard - do you think I can ever catch up and be a good match for you?”
  • “I want to be a mature guy you can feel comfortable relying on…”
  • (ahhhh????/??!?!?????)
  • (you’ve clawed your way to the top and here is this sweet mild person wanting u to rely on them?? that’s ODDLY ENDEARING??)
  • anyway yoosung tries 2 be a cool dude for the tiny, angry professor he loves and you are embarrassed


  • you actually have a pretty good working relationship with Jaehee because she is far too mature to join in with the other’s blatant disrespect of your height
  • you actually have a very ‘office ladies’ like friendship where you complain about the dumb people in your respective lives
  • “oh my god so this fellow professor i know did the DUMBEST FUCKING THING, i s2g if he didn’t have tenure”
  • “another cat project… another cat project….”
  • you frequently tell Jaehee to knock ‘em dead and she’s not sure if you mean that literally or not.
  • knowing u it’s probably both
  • Anyway Jaehee doesn’t really see much of your tsundere side directed at her, until she actually meets you in person.
  • the first time she sees you - really sees you - she is
  • struck
  • dead.
  • seriously it’s like - the same feelings she gets about Zen? she gets about you, because not only did you come from low beginnings and claw yourself up with your blatant determination despite what others said about you (which she finds inspiring), you’re also so adorable
  • cute features, tiny body, omg… omg…. o m g…………
  • omg jaehee, the serious office lady, is SWEATING
  • but she knows that she needs to keep her freakin’ mouth shut unless she wants to die
  • (also you are extremely smart like you went to school and worked at the same time and you just got ur doctorate like um excuse me could you chill)
  • but she can’t contain it totally.
  • One day, she’s out shopping with you and she sees a cute, frilly dress in the window that would look so…. cute on you… and she stops and stares at it.
  • You look at her, clearly baffled because - Jaehee. Is that… your style…?
  • and she’s like no omg i just think it would look good on you
  • i mean
  • oh no
  • and your eyebrows go up but Jaehee has the benefit of the doubt by now so you don’t blow up.
  • …….and the next time you guys go out together
  • you are wearing that dress she liked
  • and jaehee faints.
  • (she can die happy)
  • pictures of you start to join the altar of Zen she has in her apartment

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anonymous asked:

could you possibly do a scenario where somehow each of the chocobros (just them in theirs maybe?) have been turned into their kid selves and s/o thinks they're just too cute and carries and coddles them till their back to normal? thank yew~

Awww! Do you mind if I write these as headcanons instead? An idea like this will be easier for me to do that way.

  • Poor Noctis is confused… and small. His S/O thinks he’s adorable, though they do notice that he’s having a harder time hiding that bit of a limp he developed after the daemon attack. They get him a brace to help with his walk, but they can’t resist carrying him every now and then. They’re more inclined to give Noct sweets and other foods he’ll like even though they know Ignis won’t approve of messing up his diet. They also let him nap so much more. Once he’s back to normal, he’ll admit that he’ll miss the extra sweets and sleep, but all in all, he’s glad he’s back to normal. He’ll thank his love for watching over him during that weird time.
  • It’s going to be hard for Prompto to let his S/O see him this way. Even after getting into shape and changing his outward demeanor when he was older, he struggles with self-image, and they’ll be seeing firsthand why he feels this way. His S/O assures him that he’s still an incredibly adorable child, chub and all. They give Prompto extra hugs and dote on him until his face is beet red. Admittedly, he’s grateful that they still accept him and don’t perceive him as gross. When he’s normal again, he’ll pat himself all over just to double check that everything is the way it should be. He’ll thank his S/O for looking after him.
  • It’s interesting to see Gladio so young and not muscular. S/O’s initial reaction is to laugh, not necessarily because it’s funny or because he’s not cute, but they didn’t have any idea of what child Gladio would look like, so they didn’t exactly have any expectations and were still surprised. After they calm down, Gladio uses his adorableness to get pretty much whatever he wants. Even tiny, he knows how to charm. Once he’s back to normal, he’ll return the favor of looking after his S/O, but now that he’s the proper age again, he’ll do it in a more adult fashion.
  • Child Ignis is certainly a sight. His S/O jokingly remarks that he reminds them of asparagus with the way he’s built. Ignis is a bit embarrassed and attempt to resume normal life, but the entire situation makes it hard to focus. Clearly he won’t be able to get any work done between his S/O’s doting and his small body, so he tries to find a way to get back to normal. His S/O helps as well as they can, though they still find him super adorable. When he’s back to normal, he’ll ask that his S/O not speak of this horror to anyone. Still, he’ll be grateful that S/O watched over him, even if they were a bit unorthodox in doing so.

anonymous asked:

How bout a pretends-to-be-dating fic? It's pretty self explanatory but just a little fic where they're only pretending at first but then they fall in love.

A new state, a new crappy house, a new school. Its a chance to start over and Sam is relieved.

“Ready for a new school, Sam?” Dean smiles bright, green eyes watching him.

Dean’s gotten more muscular, his chest so strong and shoulders broad. Sam wishes he would fill out like that.

All he’s got is floppy brown hair and ever changing eyes. He barely passes Dean’s waist.

“I guess, Dean,” Sam mumbles as they stand in front of the school. Dean’s arm slung prospectively around him as he leads him up the steps.

He already sees the way the girls eye his brother, hungry eyes and the licking of lips is familiar.

“Look, if you need anything you know I’m around, Sammy,” Dean smiles.

A couple girls behind them ‘aww’ and Dean winks back at them. They giggle and walk up ahead and Sam watches them.

“They are so cute together,” one of the girls say.
“I know, gosh, the older boy is so brave. He doesn’t even care that the guys here will kick his ass if they find out he’s gay. The boy is so gorgeous too,” a blonde girl says
“I kinda feel bad for the smaller one. Look how tiny he is compared to his boyfriend,” a dark haired girl smirks, looking back at him. The girls look back and smile at Sam too.

“Wonder how he takes it, the older boy is huge. Can’t be easy when–”
“Oh my gosh, Jane! Shut up, he’s right there,” the blonde girl gasps.

Sam blushes at Jane’s words. He knows just what she’s talking about and she smiles wickedly at him.

“Yeah, you’re right. Besides, bet he takes his big boy just fine,” Jane smirks and Sam chokes on his own spit.

The girls take a right into a classroom. Dean pats him on the back hard.

“You alright?” Dean asks.
“Yeah, I just–let’s go,” Sam huffs.
“My class is right here, baby boy,” Dean smiles, stopping at the same class the girls did.

A couple of boys look at Dean weirdly as they walk in but as Sam looks up, he’s watching the blonde girl. Sam just nudges at Dean before walking down the hall.

Throughout class Sam thinks about those girls. He thinks about Jane. She was pretty with a dirty smirk. He can’t imagine what they were talking about, he’s only kissed one girl and it wasn’t all that great. How could they think that he and Dean–God.

“Hey,” its a kid with black and glasses. His energy screams ‘nerd’.
“Uh, hi,” Sam answers as he pushes through the crowd to get to lunch. To get to Dean.

The boy follows him through the crowd but its like the people are never ending.
“There’s something wrong,” the boys says over the noise.
“Why do you–” Sam is interrupted by the sound of Deans voice.

“Come on then, bitch!” Dean growls.

Sam pushes through the last line of people, breaking into the formed circle.
Dean stands there, bloodied and righteous. His green eyes are wild and his knuckles split open.
There are four boys on the floor and Sam can’t help but be amazed. He steps over to Dean, tugging at his leather jacket.

“Look, its his little faggot boyfriend,” a boy in the crowd says.

Dean just drags Sam out the lunch room and into a boys bathroom. Sam doesn’t say much, just helps clean the blood from Deans nose and off his knuckles.

“Sam?” Dean sighs.

Dean turns to look at him with all the seriousness and walks into Sam’s personal space.

“As far as everyone out there is concerned, you’re mine, baby boy,” Dean says.

Sam just nods quickly up at his brother. Deans eyes glint in the dull bulb light.

A week later, when the Impala drives off from where it drops them off, Dean’s arm slips from his shoulder to his waist, tight and possessive. It makes Sam blush hard and put his small arm around Deans waist, too, as they walk up to the school.

Sam sees Jane, her smirk knowing and her eyes bright. Sam just keeps walking as people watch.
As they walk down the hall he feels big, can feel the jealousy off the girls in waves and the anger of boys. He knows they won’t touch him, not in front of Dean.

When he’s about to stop at Deans first period class, Dean tugs him along, all the way down to the end where Sam’s class is located. The way Dean pushes him against the wall beside the class is scandalous. The girls squeak and walk past while the boys stare in awe.

“See you later?” Dean breathes against his lips.
“Dean, you-we–” he gets cut off when Dean presses those sinful lips to his, steals his innocent from his lungs, his soul. Sam whimpers and presses up against his brother and its so wrong. No one knows they’re brothers, but they do and they’re eating each others faces in the hallway.

“Excuse me,” Sam’s teacher clears her throat and Dean separates from him.
Sam is left gasping for air and clinging to Deans jacket.

“Sorry, ma'am,” Dean smiles, boyish charm. Even his teacher sees it, Sam can see it in her face.

Dean kisses him softly once more before swaggering off down the empty hall. Sam smiles sheepishly and steps into the classroom. Sam feels good. He’s the girl’s god for dating a hot senior and the boys damnation for tainting what could have been their idol. He’s welcomed in with girls, but the boys are plotting.

He doesn’t care, his boyfriend is still hot.

Another week later, he sits out on the field alone, the bleachers cold under his ass. He figures Dean is off with a girl who hasn’t heard Dean is “gay”. Maybe Dean made it clear he was bisexual.

Sam waits and takes out his English homework, figures Dean will come up and call him a nerd or something when he finds him.

But the first person to block the path of the sun on his paper is a boy named Blake. Three other boys stand behind him.

“So, you’ve got a boyfriend, huh, Winchester?” Blake taunts. His friends laugh too.

“Well, we’re going to beat you straight,” Blake hisses, cracking his knuckles.

Sam just closes his book and stands.

Sam just happens to whoops their asses. Sam just happens to break Blake’s teeth in when he thinks of Dean and the way he kissed Sam dirty and deep as he fingered him open last night. Sam just happens to smile at the way Dean looks at him when he’s got busted knuckles from defending himself, just happens to love the way Dean kisses him as they walk away.

Sam just happens to love his brother too much.

That night, Dad leaves out to drink. He won’t be back till real late and its only ten.

“We got a couple hours, sweetie,” Dean breathes in his ear as fucks Sam slowly.

Dean doesn’t know how they got to this in so little time. Doesn’t know when he began to get hard over the dimples in Sam’s cheeks or the blush he gets, or Sam’s pretty eyes.

Dean can only look at Sam as he speeds up and listens to Sam’s breath hitch beautifully and cry out as he creams himself on Deans cock.

Dean covers the rush of emotion he gets with a hard kiss to Sam’s lips, he doesn’t know he’s still telling Sam he’s in love with him.

Their last day there, a senior girl tells Dean he’s a sick fuck when she notices that he and Sam have the same last name.

“I was helping the office with attendance and it turns out you’re his brother!” The blonde and blue eyed girl hisses in his face.

“I’m a hero! I save lives!” He yells at her as she storms down the hall.

Her friends glare at him for a second till their eyes snap down beside him.

He looks down when he feels Sam’s arms curl around him, his baby boy sneering at the girls.

The girls don’t see the way the brothers look at one another in the middle of the crowded hall.

When the Impala is roaring down another highway at three a.m. and the boys are in the back, curled up with one another, Dean tells Sam he’s in love with him. Not with his mouth, but with his eyes.

Music blades out the speakers and their Dad sings with it.

Sam smiles, dimples deep. That’s how he tells Dean he feels the same.


I’m sorry anon, I was so busy today. I hope this is good.

anonymous asked:

chocobros & s/o got together only for a week. s/o accidentally walks in on them dressing after showering. it gets awkward. s/o freezes. they can't look away cus of shock & embarrassment. s/o tries to ease the awkwardness "Umm... Nice? ...No wait it's not-that's not... uhh.." s/o runs out of the room & forgets to close the door. s/o goes to the living room to try to distract themselves by watching tv but they're not watchin cus they're covering their blushing face with their hands.

Hey, Anon! :3

YAS just YAS! This is awesome, thank you! 

This sounded like it’d be worth some scenarios. I kind of adjusted it for Iggy and Gladio but it’s still the same setup. 

I hope you enjoy it! :3

Noctis: (Mr. Awkward-But-Trying™)

Aah shit, I forgot my phone in his bedroom..” Noctis’ S/O thought to themselves as they rose from the couch in his luxurious living room. 

Although they had only been dating for a week, they were already having sleepovers. Innocent sleepovers - cuddly sleepovers with lots of adorable moments. Not too much touching as of yet and definitely nothing going further than that.
The second they carelessly strode into his room, their eyes luckily focused on their hands for a moment, Noctis blushed furiously and his eyes widened. He grabbed the first object he could find to hide Noctis Jr. It so happened to be the towel he clutched onto.
His S/O lifted their eyes from their hands and were greeted by an embarrassed, tomato red and completely naked prince. They also blushed right away and an awkward silence filled the room. They couldn’t move, he couldn’t move. The whole situation was embarrassing and an absolute shock to both. Noctis didn’t expect to be disturbed and his S/O didn’t expect to see him naked. They both stood still, only stared at each other. 

Don’t look down.. Don’t let your eyes wander,” his S/O thought, biting their lip hard. 

And then their eyes slowly traveled down his body, their cheeks becoming crimson red. He was hot, they couldn’t tear their eyes away from him.
Minutes passed by in which they only stared at each other, then his S/O finally broke the silence. 

Um.. Nice..!.. Uh.. Wait. No. I mean.. It’s’re..- that’s not.. Uh.. I.. I’ll..“ they stuttered, attempting to say some words but their eyes were fixated on his six pack. 

After shaking their head really quick, forcing their thoughts to wander off into a different direction, they stormed out of the room. In their rush, they almost stumbled over their feet and even forgot to close the door but they somehow found their way back to the couch.

Oh my god he’s so hot.. He’s SO hot,“ they thought, their blush not decreasing a tiny bit.

They switched on the TV, tried to focus on watching the cartoon that was playing but it didn’t work, it was to no avail. He. Was. Too. Hot.

I can’t even..“ they whispered as they covered their face to hide their blush. 

Are you okay?“ Noctis asked, sneaking up to them and plumping down beside them. 

S-sur-.. Sure,“ they stammered, peeping through their hands to check if he was still naked.

Noctis ran a hand through his hand and chuckled, the embarrassment still very obvious, written all over his face. Regardless of that, he gently pulled on his S/O’s hands in an attempt to remove them. 

It’s okay.. I .. I mean. I.. I assume.. You’ll eventually see me.. That way.. Anyway, right? It’s.. Normal,“ he tried to make them feel better by just furiously blushing all over again. 

Noctis, stooop,“ they shook their head rapidly, trying to get the images out of their head. 

Once he saw their red face, he couldn’t help but smile. Both of them were endlessly embarrassed. At least he was dressed now, so it was easier to speak to him. In order to help them calm down, he placed a chaste kiss on their cheek.

You’re adorable,“ he mumbled, squeezing their hand gently. 

And you’re ho-” they almost blurted out, immediately covering their mouth as their eyes widen.

Noctis laughed from embarrassment, running a hand along his neck to help ease his tensed up muscles.

Well.. Uh.. I’m glad you think that way. You’re pretty hot, too,” he tried to be smooth but he really only made it worse.

Graaah Noctis, noo,” they groaned, sliding their hand up to cover their eye and cheek area again. 

Don’t hide your blush, it’s cute,” he stated, removing that hand as well. 

This is embarrassing.. I’m sorry I walked in on you,” they apologized, avoiding eye contact.

“It’s fine, don’t worry,” he assured them, placing a gentle kiss on their forehead.

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can we talk about shawn’s hair?

it’s so soft and bouncy and just looks like i could honestly live in it forever. 

like he’d definitely let you do stupid stuff with it and try and put it in little baby pigtails or something because he secretly just loves when you play with his hair. but when you’d try to take a pic of your work, he’d cover up his face and whine about how “i look dumb” and make you delete any photo evidence that it ever happened. 

his HATS LETS TALK ABOUT HIS HATS. the beanies kill me but seeing him in a beanie is so rare that i haven’t been able to fully develop my obsession. but the dad hats… the dad hats are another story. 

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anonymous asked:

Do you do fic requests? Would you do some Solangelo or Jasper please?

‘Is this seat taken?’ Piper’s voice sounds innocent, unassuming. She’s also pointing at Jason’s lap, and that makes Jason choke a little on the laugh that follows. ‘No? Cool. Mind if I join you?’
‘Not at all,’ He answers in the same vein; as if they’re strangers who’ve just met. But he’s blushing, so he loses a little of that casual air Piper manages to exude. `I saved this spot just for you.`

They’re disgustingly cute, Nico thinks, watching them out of the corner of his eye.

Piper’s response is a grin, and then comes the bit that looks practiced. She gently situates herself on his lap right as Jason moves back a little to allow her more room, and his arm curls around her middle as she leans back into his chest–joking with one another all the while. That’s the part that baffles Nico. Jason and Piper managed to make it look so easy. He knew Jason was awkward beyond belief, and he knew Piper was a little frightened of rejection, but the two of them together made it work in a way that looked comfortable. Piper wasn’t scared of taking a risk with him, and Jason wasn’t scared of embarrassing himself with her. The end result was that strange bubble of closeness that seemed to engulf both of them, let them be idiots together. Disgustingly cute, Nico reminds himself. Is that how you want to be, too?

Well… Yes. No. Maybe? It’s not the toothache inducing level of sweetness he wants, it’s the ease. The familiarity. The space to breath and joke and not worry about whether he was matching up to the standard of a Good Boyfriend or not. Maybe that just came with being more open, or something? Gods, he doesn’t know. Maybe this being cute thing had something to it that he was missing out on?

‘Hiya, handsome. Mind if I join you?’

Nico blinks and Will’s freckled face comes into sharp focus. The sense of relief is almost palpable–now he’s not awkwardly sitting on his own in one corner of the cabin party, there’s no danger of uncomfortable discussions with strangers, either. Nico almost scoots to one side of the armchair he’s in, before he stops. Then, he stretches himself back, just as he’d seen Jason do to make room for Piper. Will stays standing, smiling still, though now a little confused. Now or never, Nico, he tells himself.

‘Yeah, sure. I–um,’ Don’t be a chicken, di Angelo. ‘I saved you a seat here.’ His cheeks turn pink as he says it, eyes going from his lap, to Will.

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anonymous asked:

Can you do Hanzo with an s/o who doesn't show off her legs because they're not clear or smooth like she has spots and stuff on them and it makes her insecure? This is v personal to me so thank you if you do☺️

No problem! I hope this works for you

Whoops of joy could be heard as the bus neared the destination. All of the over watch members were getting excited, and currently you were talking to Angela about how great it would be to put your feet in the water.

Oh yes, it had taken much convincing but finally Soldier had agreed to a much needed day at the beach. So Reinhardt had rented a bus and now you were all nearing a secluded beach where it would okay to swim. Everyone was geared up in bathing suits and shorts and towels, ready for some fun in the sun.

All except you, of course. A few people had asked why you were wearing sweat pants to the beach, even though you were wearing just a bikini top and sunhat otherwise. You just claimed you didn’t feel up to swimming but maybe you’d dip your feet in later. You would just go lay on a towel under an umbrella and stay there for the day.

In honesty, you wanted to shed those sweat pants and dive head first into the water. Except the problem was…you were quite shy. Although you’d shaved your legs, they weren’t as pretty to look at as Angela or Satya’s. Yours were a tad rough, the skin a bit bumpy instead of smooth, and you had a small mole on your thigh.

To you, your legs looked ridiculous. There was no way you’d let everyone else see.

Your boyfriend Hanzo Shimada was watching you closely, you noticed from the corner of your eye. To your delight, Hanzo had begrudgingly stripped down to a pair of swim shorts. It showed off his chiseled chest and arms, and the you swore you could hear chirping from his tattoo. The dragons must have been excited too.

But you didn’t know why he was staring at you, and it started to make you feel a bit self conscious.

When the bus stopped, everyone rushed off carrying their stuff. Instead of setting up, the majority dropped anything they had carried in a general area of the beach and then ran for the water.

Smiling slightly, you watched them go as you walked through the sand. Putting down your stuff, you put up a large umbrella and then set out a blanket for you and hanzo for later.

“Y/n,” you heard behind you, and you turned to see your boyfriend watching you with narrowed eyes.

“Hi Hanzo,” you said, skipping over and kissing his chin. You hoped he’d stop looking at you like that…

Frowning, Hanzo brushed a hand down your arm. “Why don’t you take off the sweat pants and go join everyone? You look quite warm,” Hanzo says quietly, wondering if you are feeling ill.

Cheeks flushing slightly, you shook your head and turned back toward the blanket, going and laying on it. “That’s okay,” you forced yourself to say cheerily. “I don’t really feel like swimming. But thanks.”

Hoping it would be the end of the topic, you blushed even more when you felt the blanket shift and after a moment Hanzo was laying on his side facing you, resting on his elbow. That look hadn’t left his face as he studied you.

“Is this about your legs?” Hanzo asked finally.

With a slight gasp, you glared but looked away. “There’s nothing wrong with my legs,” you said, not wanting him to know that that was the reason you weren’t going swimming.

“You are certainly right, y/n. I think your legs are perfectly fine,” Hanzo said, brushing a hand down to your outer thigh. Heat flared through you but you batted his hand away. After a moment, he sighed.

“There is no point hiding it from me, beloved. You are an open book to me. I think your legs are lovely,” Hanzo said honestly.

Scowling, you turned away. “You’ve never seen my legs!” you muttered.

Hanzo raises an eyebrow and presses to your back, making you squeak when his lips press softly to your ear. “I saw your legs this morning when you left the bathroom door open. I did not see anything wrong with them,” Hanzo said, and you gasped when his hand slid in your pants.

His hand slid down over your thigh and then further, caressing your leg and knee. Swallowing back the tears, you grabbed his wrist and closed your eyes tightly. “ legs are ugly and wrong. Please, i just…i can’t show them,” you whispered.

It broke his heart to hear you say such a thing. Sitting up, Hanzo easily placed you in his lap and instead began to rock you gently.

“Your wrong,” Hanzo grumbled. “There is nothing wrong with your legs, that i promise you. You legs feel perfectly fine to me. And they looked pretty cute when i was watching.”

Opening your eyes, you stared up at him. Hanzo wasn’t the type to joke or lie and he wouldn’t ever try to hurt you by saving your feelings. So although you didn’t believe it, you didn’t feel as bad as you did this morning when you were shaving and praying for a miracle.

“You…you really think they aren’t bad?” you said in a tiny voice.

Hanzo nodded and pressed a kiss to your nose. “I really do. And i know that you don’t wish for the others to see them but…if we went for a walk down the beach, just the two of us, would you take the pants off and go swimming with me?” Hanzo asked gently, pushing the hair from your face.

After a moment, you hesitantly nodded and glanced at the others. All of them were having fun in the water, and honestly you wanted to join…and you thought that maybe, just maybe, it might not be so bad to bare you legs for hanzo.

Packing up your stuff, Hanzo twined his hand with yours and the two of you began down the beach after you very self consciously removed your pants and tucked them in your bag.

“I must say, you doing look rather hot in that bathing suit,” Hanzo said as the two of you walked, glancing at you slyly.

With a blush, you just kind of smacked his chest, earning a grunt. The two of you had a sweet day at the beach, spending time mostly with each other and that’s how you began to grow comfortable with your legs, at least around the person who mattered most.

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Just wanted to make a lil thing saying thank you all for following me and showing interest in my version of Grima. Below the cut is hella long, and a whole lotta mush. Proceed as you will. 

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anonymous asked:

Reactions for reader bringing home a kitten: Hanzo, Genji, Reaper, McCree, Zarya, and Junkrat? (If that's too much then they're in order of preference)

It took awhile but I did it. This was a fun prompt  :)


You had meant to lock the kitten in the bathroom before Hanzo got home, so you would have a chance to tell him about it before he saw it, but one thing led to another and you didn’t remember until it was too late. He walked in the door and the friendly kitty had walked right up to him and started nuzzling his shoes, seeking attention. He stared down at it in confusion.

“(Name)? Why is the a kitten?”

“The poor thing was abandoned and starving, I couldn’t leave it to die, so I brought it home. Do you mind if we keep it?”

You had no idea what Hanzo might say; the two of you had never talked about getting a pet before, but the kitten was so cute, you hadn’t been able to help yourself. For a second you thought he was going to refuse, but his face softened and he bent down to scratch the kitten behind the ears.

“I see no reason why we can’t,” he said. Looking back up at you, he told you, “But we are not naming it ‘Fluffy’.”

“You laughed. “Okay, okay, no naming it ‘Fluffy’.”


You fed the hungry looking cat one time, and now it acted like it belonged to you, or rather, like you belonged to it. It now hung around your yard all time, seeking more scraps. You thought Genji would be okay with the cat, but you weren’t sure you actually wanted to deal with looking after a cat. You’d have to figure out what kind of food would be best, take it to the vet, and change its litter box. Would it shed? Would it tear up the curtains? You’d never had a cat before, you had no idea how to actually care for one. But the cat had been hanging around for two weeks and it showed no signs of leaving. You finally decided to talk to Genji about, maybe he knew more than you.

You searched the house for him, finally finding him meditating in the bedroom. His mask was off and there was a calm expression on his face. You watched him for a moment before you noticed a familiar fur ball sitting in his lap, one hand idly petting it while he meditated.

“How did that cat get in the house?” You wondered to yourself.

As you watched the two of them, Genji opened his eyes. “Looks like we’ve got a new roommate,” he said winking at you. You laughed and sat down next to him, one arm around your boyfriend and the other hand petting your new cat.


Why had you brought a kitten home? You could only think that you had had a momentary lapse in sanity, it was the only explanation. You were dating a man who wasn’t alive and who wasn’t dead, he wasn’t exactly the kind of guy to want a kitten. But it was to late, you had gotten it, and it looked so cute and happy that you could bare the idea of getting rid of it. Your boyfriend would just have to put up with it, you wanted something to cuddle when he wasn’t around.

You almost regretted the decision when he came through the door and stopped in his tracks when he saw the ball of fluff on the floor.

(Name), what is that?”

“It’s our new pet,” you told him, giving him a peck on his mask where he cheek would be. “It’s too lonely around here when you’re gone.”

“I’m not helping care for it,” he said.

“I’m not asking you too,” you said with a smile.

Three days later you saw him curled up with kitten on the couch, scratching it behind the ears. He denied it when you brought it up, but you knew that he liked your pet more than he let on.


“Hey, darlin’, I’m home,” your boyfriend announced as he closed the door behind him.

“Hey, Jesse,” you said as you came over to kiss him.  The two of you walked into the kitchen where he promptly sneezed loudly three times, scaring you. You had never heard him sneeze so loudly. “Gesundheit.”

“Thanks, dear,” he said before sneezing again. “Oh man, I don’t what’s come over me. Anyways, how’s the love of my life?” he asked leaning towards you.

“Pretty good. I got a kitten today.”

“A kitten? Really?” he said smiling. You smiled back; you’d known he’d like the idea of having a cat. “So where is this kitten then?” he asked.

The kitten was in the bathroom where you had left it, and Jesse picked up the tiny ball of fur to pet it. And then he sneezed.

And sneezed again.

And again.

And again.

He put the kitten down and tried to hold back his sneezes, but you could see it wasn’t working and that his eyes were watering. He sneezed for five minutes straight before finally getting a hold of himself. “Sorry, darlin’, I don’t know what’s going on,” he said.

“I do,” you said. He looked at you, obviously confused. “Jesse, you’re allergic to our new cat,” you told him.



When you had seen the box that had ‘free to a good home’ written on the side and a small kitten huddled in one corner, you hadn’t hesitated to pick it up and take it home. After you had set up food, water, and a litter box you texted your girlfriend to let her know about your new, tiny roommate. She hadn’t responded yet and you were starting to wonder if she didn’t want the kitten for some reason, despite the fact that she loved animals of every shape and size.

It wasn’t long before you heard the door open and in she came, holding a large plastic bag. The kitten jumped off your lap and went over at her feet, meowing desperately to get her attention.

“Hello, little one,” she said, picking up the small animal. “I see you know that I brought treats for you.”

“Treats?” you asked.

“Every cat owner should have treats for their cat,” she told you as she opened the bag she carried and gave the small cat a treat. She set the bag on the counter and told you she’d be right back, that she had to get something out of the car. Curious you walked to the door and watched as she carried in what could only be described as a small castle. A cat sized castle. A castle for your cat.

“Zarya, does the cat really need a structure this… big?” you asked.

“”Of course,” she said, setting it in a corner. You smiled. You couldn’t believe that you had been worried about her not liking the cat.


It’s just temporary, you told yourself, we’ll just keep it until we can find a better home for it. You couldn’t leave it to starve, even if your home was a terrible place for a cat, what with the garage being a bomb makers paradise. You put the kitten in the bathroom with some food, water, and a litter box you’d picked up, and closed the door. You didn’t want it wandering around the house where it could get hurt.

You kept going about your day, forgetting about the small animal you’d brought home, until you walked by the bathroom and saw the door open and the kitten gone. You searched every corner the house, panic starting to rise in you as your search failed to locate the missing animal. Walking past the door to the garage, you could hear Jamison talking to someone. Curious, you opened the door and walked in. Well, there was the cat.

Jamison was sitting at his workbench with the kitten laying over the back of his neck. He was explaining what he was doing to tell cat, telling it about different kinds of bombs and explosions. It was a ridiculously cute picture.

After a few minutes he caught sight of you, “ Oi, luv, this was a great idea to get this hairball. We needed another person around here.”

“I’m glad you think so,” you said smiling. You guessed you’d found a home for the kitten after all.

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Post reconciliation sarumi are at Yata's mum's house and yata's mum pulls out photo albums and as they're looking through it there's photos of Yata's dad with his arm around someone who looks like Fushimi and it turns out Niki and Yata's dad were friends in high school? So maybe they were delinquents because Niki's dodgy and Yata's dad sounds dodgy as well Fushimi's just like that asshole had a friend?

But imagine Yata has some memories of his dad and he and Fushimi get to share ‘my dad was such an asshole’ stories. Ooh, and what if Yata’s mom knew Niki too and she always thought he was her ex-husband’s worthless trash friend and she’s amazed to learn that Niki was Fushimi’s dad. Like maybe post-ROK Yata and Fushimi are just hanging out with Yata’s family having dinner and afterward Yata’s mom decides to show Fushimi some pictures of baby Misaki because isn’t that what you do when your son brings his boyfriend home. Yata’s all embarrassed but Fushimi’s snickering and smirking, like look Misaki, your tiny baby butt is showing in that one. That’s when Yata’s mom expresses some surprise because she didn’t realize she still had the old photo album from her high school days. There’s a lot of pictures of Yata’s bio dad in them too and that makes Yata curious, just because he doesn’t know a lot about his bio dad other than that he was a jerk. He’s looking at one picture of his dad and one other person and Yata’s like ‘who’s that guy next to dad, he looks like an asshole.’ That’s when Fushimi leans over and is like what the actual fuck because that asshole is his dead dad.

Yata’s mom is surprised to hear that Niki actually found someone to marry him, let alone had a kid, and imagine her being all sweet and loving to Fushimi because this just reminds her that the poor kid always looked stretched so thin and no wonder he was in such bad shape with such a dick for a parent. She admits that she knew Niki too and wow was he an asshole, in retrospect the fact that he was even friends with her ex-husband should have been a cue to run. Yata’s amazed to hear his dad was so awful that he even hooked up with Saruhiko’s asshole dad. But maybe they have a cute bonding moment too, like Yata knows Fushimi’s always still so concerned about becoming Niki and having too much Niki in him and this is like a good reminder that Fushimi’s his own person and not what his dad made him. Like Yata’s dad was awful too but Fushimi would never say that Yata’s turned into his father so that means that it’s no different from Fushimi, they both were born to men who didn’t care about anyone but themselves and they both managed to rise above that and be who they are and Yata thinks that’s something Fushimi needs to remember, that he’s better than Niki and always will be, and he doesn’t need to chain himself to his father’s legacy of terribleness, he can be his own person.

anonymous asked:

it's always me haahha could you wrote a fic like i said in the message: hannah, jassica and alex are at school and they're talking about alesx's crush justin (they hooked up at a party m) and he freaked out when justin goes to his table to ask him out for a real date? 💝💝💝😘

This ask is cutee. Here you go sweetie :)

Alex is surprised to find himself at their cafeteria table first. The girls are usually already sitting giggling by the time he gets here, and it throws him off a little to see it empty. He supposes it’s because he’s a little earlier than usual, considering he had been moving a little quicker between classes today.

He pushes the thought away and sets his lunch tray on the table, sliding on to the bench. He’s barely started picking at his food when a shadow falls over the table, and he looks up to see two evil grins.

He eyes them cautiously as they sit down. “Male,” Hannah greets happily.

Alex raises his brows, smiling slightly. “Females,” he replies.

Jessica leans forward and rests her chin on her fist. She grins at him as he shifts uncomfortably, and her grin widens. “You’re here early. Hiding from someone?”

He huffs, rolling his eyes. “Subtle, Jess.”

“Oh come on Alex, you know I don’t bother with subtle. You’ve avoided him all day, haven’t you?”

He looks down at table, brows rising and lips pursing. “Try all weekend.”

Alex,” both girls scold him simultaneously and he rolls his eyes again. “At least we haven’t been the only ones you’ve ignored then,” Jessica mumbles.

“I’m sorry,” he sighs. “I knew you guys were gonna give a whole interrogation and I didn’t have anything to tell you.”

Hannah raises her brows as Jessica shakes her head and argues, “Oh I think you have plenty to tell us. Spill.”

Alex sighs again. He’d gone to Montgomery’s party on Friday, mainly because Zach had been bugging him about out and the girls had agreed with him instead of Alex when he tried to use them as an excuse. Hannah and Jessica had told him they weren’t going, that they were going to crash at Jessica’s with the company of Netflix instead, and Alex had hoped it would provide a way out for him. But they had told him to go when Zach had been bugging him about it again, and there was no way he could have argued with all three of them.

So he’d gone, and he’d ended up hooking up with Justin Foley.

Then when Justin crashed, he freaked, somehow managed to get himself home, and sent a slew of freaking out messages to his group chat with the girls and promptly fell asleep himself.

When he woke up the next morning to almost fifty all-capped messages from the group chat and a headache, he muted it for the rest of the weekend.

“Nothing even happened,” he mutters now, twirling a grape between his fingers.

Jessica gives him an unimpressed look. “So you started freaking out at two o’clock in the morning because nothing happened?”

“It was two o’clock for you guys. I started freaking out a good two hours before that,” Alex mends.

Hannah leans back in her seat, a tiny smirk tugging at her lips. “Two hours? Damn, Lex, you’re really holding back on us here.”

Alex flings a fry at her and blushes. “You know that’s not what I meant.”

“Actually,” Jessica says in exasperation, “we don’t know, Alex, because you won’t tell us anything.”

“What do you want me to say?” He throws his hands up. “What, that I slept with Justin Foley? Well it’s not that exciting. We were talking, we went up to a room, we made out, he realised we were both kinda drunk, and he fell asleep. That’s it. I went home and text you guys, and I haven’t heard from him since.”

Hannah and Jessica stare at him. He shifts in his seat and waits. Then, Jessica whistles lowly. 

“Well are you surprised? You made out with him and then just left him there. Now you have a chance to see each other again, and you’ve spent the entire day avoiding him.”

“You’re being an idiot,” Hannah agrees. “No wonder he’s been a cross of a happy and mopey all day. He’s been walking around like a confused puppy.”

Alex sinks further into his seat.

“If nothing happened,” Jessica starts, “then that neat little mark on his neck, that’s not your doing?”

Their answer comes in the form of Alex blushing again. They were drunk, and his memory might be a little fuzzy, but there are some things he could never forget.

Like the feel of Justin’s hands on his waist, their mouths molded together, lips trailing over each other’s skin….

Alex shakes himself out of it just in time to see the girls’ eyes light up in unison, focused on something over his head. His brow furrows and he looks over his shoulder. His eyes catch on the figure coming towards them and he curses softly. 

He looks back at Hannah and Jessica with wide eyes, slowly shaking his head and looking at them pleadingly as they grin.

He feels a presence at his back and is certain the eyes trained on the top of his head are literally going to burn a hole their gaze is that intense. Jessica’s grin widens and she straightens. “Hey, Justin,” she says casually.

The jock moves to the side of the table, that damn smile on his lips as he nods at them. “Hi Jess. Baker.” Hannah gives a wave, still grinning. He turns to Alex, who immediately averts his gaze, ducking his head. “Alex.”

He mumbles a weak ‘hey’ in return. He sees Hannah stand suddenly and his gaze snaps back up.

She smiles innocently, stepping over the bench. “I just remembered I promised Clay I’d talk to him about something before lunch is over. See you guys later.”

She starts to walk away when Jessica lifts her tray, too. Alex tries to shake his head at her subtly but she ignores him. “And I’m gonna follow, cause I don’t care about cockblocking those two.” She smiles as Justin grins at her, patting Alex’s hand before walking after Hannah.

Alex glares at their backs before Justin slides on to the bench across from him, in the spot they’d just vacated, and he has to stop himself from ducking his head again.

“You’ve been avoiding me,” Justin states.

“I–no,” Alex disagrees stupidly, the start of a blush creeping up his neck.

Justin crosses his arms on the table, looking at Alex with a ‘don’t bother’ expression. “Yes, you have. Why?”

Alex stays quiet and Justin hesitates before asking, “Is it about Friday? I–Do you regret it? Did I something wrong?”

Alex’s eyes widen. “No,” he blurts quickly. “It’s not–I just–I thought you would. Regret it. That’s why I left. I didn’t see any point in waiting to be rejected.”

“Alex,” Justin says softly, smiling. “I was the one who kissed you. If either of us should’ve been worried about rejection, it’s me.”

It’s at this moment Alex finds the mark Jessica mentioned. It’s a small purple bruise at the bottom of his neck, just peeking out from the collar of his shirt. He could’ve hidden it, Alex realises, and finds himself weirdly happy he didn’t.

“I like you, Standall,” Justin continues, quieter. “That’s why I asked Zach to convince you to come to the party in the first place. I know now I should’ve done it myself, and asked you out properly.”

Alex stares at him and he grins. “So. You wanna go out with me Standall? On a date, this time.”

His voice is nervous, and Alex thinks Justin is probably mad at himself because of it but he can’t help but find it adorable.

The blonde boy smiles, and watches as the other boy’s widens. “Yes, Justin. Of course I’ll go out with you.”