I’ve been thinking a lot about this comment of Kubo-sensei’s. It’s just the most adorable thing I have read in a while. I am not the biggest Otayuri fan, but only mostly because they’re seriously too young for me at this point. I do like their tandem, however, and I am enjoying the attention they are getting recently with the official photos and everything.
This comment, though, just paints such a cute picture for me: Otabek as a god of victory, like a mystical butterfly who ignores and flits past everyone else but chooses to rest on one particular mortal’s shoulder and bless him with strength and victory.
Listen, this is what is great about what Kubo-sensei said. Yuuri Katsuki has the gold rings that connect him to Viktor as his lucky charm - we know this. BUT! Yuri Plisetsky’s lucky charm, on the other hand, is Otabek Altin.
Yuri’s a great character. He is an angry teenager, but also a talented one who has big dreams and the actual skills to achieve those dreams. From the very beginning, we know this. It was even a point he has above Yuuri Katsuki.
He aims to win and does not see what others might consider obstacles. So what if it will be his first Grand Prix? He’s awesome. He won the juniors series. He can win as a senior, too.
Yuri, however, is also very immature. He is pretty poor at expressing himself and seems to shortcut through having to process most personal encounters and interactions by just being angry all the time. Affection for others embarrasses him, which is why he gets so high-strung around Viktor and Yuuri.
(I can’t really blame the kid, though. Those two just have no chill. They’re embarrassing.)
Interestingly though, Yuri seemed to calm down after Otabek came in the picture. It’s a complete 180. Yuri still had that passion, but somehow it became more tempered, less angry and more focused - so much so that the moment Otabek came in, Yuri broke a world record and then proceeded to win his first Grand Prix Final.
I am not saying that it is Otabek’s doing, like an actual god of victory. That would be ridiculous, and it’s more an expression than anything else. The timing is just pretty neat, and isn’t that how people develop lucky charms in the first place? You happen to have them right at the moment of a great win. It is also not as if Otabek was completely useless. He did provide a friend to Yuri, who thus far had been going on without someone he can actually call a friend. Everyone around him were either older than him, a competitor, a mentor or a teacher. I think Otabek calmed Yuri down by reminding him that he can just be himself… well, a cool version of himself anyway. Yuri actually sort of acted his age with Otabek around. For instance, this?
I thought Yuri was kind of cool-guy-posing here - you know, acting chill, even looks kind of smug. Lol, this reminded me so much of my younger brother when he was about Yuri’s age. He was such a useless brat at home and was pissed off at everything and nothing 99% of the time, but the moment his friends came over or one of them called him on the phone, he sort of became this cool version of himself - wittier, sharper, less fidgety. Lmao, his voice even became deeper. Smh at these boys…
What I also love about Otabek’s character is that he reminds us of Yuri’s name. Names are a big deal, okay, and I thought that Yuri being Yurio was kind of like him being a secondary character to Yuuri Katsuki - Yuuri #2, if you will. Ever since episode 2, Yuri is Yurio, and for every episode hence, he is Yurio. It was actually a bit of a shock to me when Otabek yelled this out in episode 11:
I was literally, “Oh yeah, that’s Yurio’s name.” I know Yakov and Lilia call Yurio by his name, but somehow it was when Otabek was calling him by this did Yurio become Yuri to me again. My theory is that it is Otabek’s manner, this I-know-you-call-him-Yurio-and-I-don’t-care-because-his-name-is-Yuri attitude he has going, that is somehow more convincing than anyone else. It is as if no one else matters in his world than Yuri Plisetsky. It is ridiculous to call him by anything other than his name because to Otabek, Yuri is Yuri #1. He probably calls Yuuri “the other Yuri”, “the Japanese Yuri” or just plain “Katsuki”.
So yeah, Otabek enters Yuri’s life and now Yuri has that source of affirmation that is outside family, who is a peer and even a close contemporary. He is no longer fighting alone. Yuri’s a strong guy, but he is still a kid, and at that age people can be quite vulnerable. No 15-year-old is so self-sufficient and self-confident that they can stand on their own at all times - at least not to my knowledge. That is why I love this friendship and why I love that Otabek came along. I think his coming triggered something that Yuri has long been building throughout the series but has yet to stabilize - his strength, his growth, his maturity as a skater as well as a person.
And actually, Yuri did win in the end. I think the series did not celebrate Yuri’s win enough and admittedly, even I was on such a high during those last weeks of the show that I could not be happy for him all that much. Episode 11? I couldn’t get over Yuri’s world record; I did not want to see Viktor dethroned. By episode 12, I still couldn’t look Yuri in the face. I was bitter about his world record and I was bitter about Yuuri Katsuki not winning the Grand Prix.
BUT, it’s time to face it: Yuri Plisetsky is amazing. He won the GPF on his senior debut. He beat a world record. His coach is obviously grooming him to be the next Viktor Nikiforov, and actually, the series has been hinting at it before hitting us on the face with it in episode 11 - Yuuri Katsuki is not the next Viktor Nikiforov, but Yuri Plisetsky is. What is more amazing is that he might even surpass Viktor, especially with Yuuri Katsuki as his main rival. Viktor never really had that one rival to push him up further than he thinks he can. We are told that his wins had wide margins from his other competitors. Viktor only had himself to beat each and every time. Yuri, on the other hand, won by a hair’s width and he knows it. He is even more driven now. He will push himself harder than Viktor ever had pushed himself, and that just might tip the scale a little bit more to future Yuri’s favor.
As for Otabek? Nah, he actually does not need to do anything. He is a lucky charm; he just needs to exist. With him around, Yuri is stable, and that’s all that this talented monster skater needs really.
Lol, look at this guy just watching his favorite so proudly:
“I’m not really needed here, but fuck if I’m not staying put to watch and join the cheering.”
Otayuri actually has a lot more going for them, future-wise. They are young, they are talented, and where Viktor and Yuuri are still struggling and see-sawing between victories and losses, Otayuri actually kept a steady climb. We already know and mentioned Yuri’s wins, but Otabek was also actually that steady character from the very beginning who skated well without question and was even the first to qualify for the GPF.
So, yes. In case you are asking, Otayuri is, in fact, the real power couple of the show.
Lmao, TL;DR - Otayuri just trumped Viktuuri and ultimately even stole their gold. The secondary OTP lowkey just beat the main OTP and I, albeit a hardcore Viktuuri shipper and just an Otayuri bystander at best, still find that really hilarious.
Could you write something where y/n doodles in her notebook constantly, frequently about Peter who she has a crush on, and one day he accidentally picks up her notebook and shoves it in his bag when he’s in a rush. She has to figure out how to get it back without him seeing the drawings of him and “y/n Parker” written?
Pairing: Peter Parker x reader
Word Count: 1,801
Notes: This fic is a lot longer than i thought it was going to be?? I hope you like it none the less:)
Mrs. Parker, Mrs. Y/n Parker, wife of Peter Parker, you lazily scribble in cute cursive writing. Your fourth period calculus class was by far the most boring thing you had ever had the misfortune to suffer through. While Mrs. Smith’s hungover ramblings could be entertaining at times, you found that the class was a bit too simple for you to actively participate in so you spent the hour doodling in your notebook. Normally it was just whatever was passing through your head at the time but it seems that as of late you have had a one track mind. Peter Parker has sat in front of your desk in almost every class since you started high school. He was perfect to you, the way he nervously stuttered when he had to speak to the class, the way his eyes light up when he really gets to nerd out, you were in deep. You don’t exactly know when this crush started but it didn’t matter too much anyways because he was interested in Michelle.
Even the thought of it made you sad, you mean of course he would like someone like Michelle. She was smart, pretty, and outgoing, she had everything going for her while you, the quiet girl in the back of the classroom had relatively nothing. She was exactly the kind of girl Peter should be with, so for now you would have to be content with your little day dreams.
“For the upcoming final presentation, you will be partnered up with someone at random and you will be doing biographies on famous mathematicians, I don’t have the want or means to grade 700 finals.” Mrs. Smith groans from her desk.
You perk up as she puts a list of names under the overhead projector. Your read down the list until you found yours an looked to the name adjacent and your heart skipped a beat.
“So,” Peter says, turning in his seat to face you. “What’s your schedule like after school?”
You two made plans to meet on Saturday at the library around 3 to hopefully finish your project in one fell swoop, the entire conversation from start to end had your heart racing and your palms sweaty. Today was Saturday and you sat in front of your mirror combing it into a new style for a third time. You let out a huff and just let your hair fall down.
“What’s the big deal, it’s just a study date. It’s nothing to get dressed up for.” You scolded yourself.
You grabbed your book bag and threw on a sweater to hopefully combat the chilly November air before walking out of your apartment and to the library.You arrived pretty early by accident, your nerves making you extra cautious. you take a seat in one of the many tables in the back of the library and pulled out a book, you planned on reading util Peter showed up.The scent of old books lulled you into some sort of trance, you read almost half your book before you realized that it was an hour past when he was supposed to show up. Your face scrunched up with worry as you pull out your phone, he had given you his number just in case you needed to contact him and now seemed like a good time to use it.
Hey Peter it’s Y/n! I don’t know if you forgot but we had a study date set up for an hour ago and I’m still here, if you can’t make it we can reschedule
You text. You pulled open your computer and started to do research, writing down anything and everything you could on the mathematician you were assigned, hoping that your crush was on his way.
Peter was in the middle of a new suit test with Mr. Stark when he felt his phone vibrated. He picked it up off of the workbench and let out a string of almost curses.
“Hey, better not let Cap hear you talking like that!” Tony exclaimed, laughing slightly at all of the alternatives for fuck Peter had just used.
“Oh no, Mr. Stark I gotta go! I had a study date thing today and I was supposed to be there an hour ago.” Peter whined, rushing around the lab trying to gather his things.
“Wait is it a date with that one girl you’re always talking about? Oh Petey, how cute!” Tony said mockingly.
“Yeah we got paired together for something for school, is there anyway you could drop me off at Queens Library at Ridgewood in the next ten minutes?” Peter asked hopefully.
Tony scoffed, “Who do you think I am? You’ll be there in five.”
True to his word, Peter had made it to the library in 4 minutes and 56 seconds. He ran into the library, his bag flapping open and its contents were trying to spill out onto the floor only to be caught by a clumsy Peter. He raced as fast as he could to the back where you sat without being yelled at by the librarian and threw his stuff down on the table, making you jump in the process. You were staring at your computer and scribbling down some notes, your hair was now up in a quick messy bun and Peter swears he would never see such a beautiful sight again. Peter has had a crush on you since the end of freshman year, you were so soft spoken but everything you did say was impactful and important. You were so beautiful and smart but it sucks you would never notice someone like Peter.
“Y/n, I’m so sorry! I thought today was-”
“Shhh!” The old librarian hissed from her desk. Peter gives her an apologetic wave and sat down in front of you.
“It’s okay, I didn’t think you would stand me up on purpose.” You say with a smile, it made Peter smile as well.
“Yeah, sorry. So what all do we have so far?” Peter asked, pulling out his journal and delving into the project while trying to forget how cute you looked when you were trying to focus.
“Alright,” You said while yawning. “I think we’ve got it! 7 slides and 15 minutes worth of talking points, it should be enough” you say sleepily.
“Yeah, sound good,” Peter says, trying not to nod off. It was now 2 in the morning, the library was open 24 hours and the late night librarian was fast asleep at the front desk, you two were the only people inside.
You both stand up and gather your things and put them in your respective bags, not noticing that you had mistakenly grabbed Peter’s notebook and he had grabbed yours. The one with your doodles, the one with your writings, the one that you would die if Peter ever read. Neither of you had noticed a thing before you walked out of the building and onto the streets.
“Do you want me to walk you home?” Peter asked, it was late and he didn’t want you to get hurt.
“Oh no Peter, you don’t have to do that! I only live a few blocks away, I’ll be fine.” you say, you say your goodbyes and then turn away from him and walk towards home.
Peter followed you home from the rooftops, he knew you said you would be fine but he just wanted to make sure. He watched you pull out some headphones and dance along to your music, chuckling when you slightly trip over your own feet. He watched you walk up your steps and pull out your keys before slipping inside your home. He let out a happy little sigh. He didn’t know the next time you two would hang out or even if you would hang out again but he was glad you got to spend some time together. He stood on the roof of the building across from your awhile more before turning around and racing back to his apartment before Aunt May could freak out anymore than she probably was.
The next day Peter found himself in the lab with Tony again, but this time he was just another pair of eyes for Tony to use.
“Hey Underoos, can you write this down for me?” Tony asked, his head down in the middle of his new project.
Peter quickly pulled out his journal and a pencil and flipped it open, what he found inside made his heart stop. Inside were tiny little pictures of you and a guy, some just little stick figures and some extremely detailed portraits but the thing that really stood out to him most was the cutsey writing all around the paper. Mrs. Y/n Parker, wife of Peter Parker, Peter’s heart practically leaped out of his chest.
“Hey kid, didn’t you hear me- Oh my god.” Tony said coming up behind Peter and checking out the notebook.
“Peter! Your crush has a crush on you!” Tony said giddily. He no longer was mocking Peter, he genuinely thought that this young love was adorable.
Peter’s face was red as a tomato and his mouth kept opening and closing like he was trying to form words but didn’t know how. Finally he lets out a small laugh, like he didn’t believe what he was reading.
Peter fist pumps the air and yells excitedly, “She likes me!”
Monday came around quicker than you wanted and soon you found yourself in the back row in your first period class. You were patiently waiting for class to start when Peter walked in. He walked up to you right away.
“Hey Y/n” He greeted. He seemed nervous and he kept looking around like someone was listening.
“Hey Peter, what’s up?” You asked, his nervousness was making you nervous.
“Uh, so listen,” he started, “we got our notebooks mixed up that night in the library-”
You could hear him after that, your own mortification was too loud to get past. Your face was burning and you silently wished for god to just smite you there.
“Y/n. Y/n, hey? Did you hear me?” Peter asks waving his hand in front of your face, he was blushing too now and you stood up.
“Did you read it?’ you ask quietly.
“Well I mean, yeah. That’s what I just-”
“Peter I’m so sorry, I understand if you don’t want me to talk to you again, it’s just a silly crush-” You cut him off Trying to apologize but he cut you off too, with his lips.
He kissed you sweetly, he didn’t push you to go further it was just a soft kiss to shut your mouth. He pulls away and you smile brightly at him..
“S-so? Uh, Do you want to maybe go on a date with me? Tonight?”
Okay so apparently we glossed over this tweet from the official ARMS twitter bc I haven’t seen a single post abt it but there are so many things here I absolutely love
-Ninjara is most likely the person who is behind this particular tweet
-Hes asking what mundane tasks peoplw would use their ARMS for if they had them (dont quote me on that though this translation is all over the place)
-He said he would use his ARMS to walk his dog from his parents’ house
-Ninjara canonically has a dog and their name is (probably) Colle
-Since he’s the one asking the question he probably drew that beautiful picture there
Witnessed at ECCC: The most adorable thing in the history of things
@enigma731, @kristinadavidovna, and I were waiting in line for our Jeremy Renner autographs. A few people ahead of us in line, there was a little boy, maybe 6 or 7, dressed in an AoU Hawkeye cosplay. When they got up to the table, Renner grinned hugely and gave the kid a high five for his “awesome costume”. The family passed their picture over for Renner to sign.
But then! The little kid shyly passed over a drawing he had made of Hawkeye. “Is this for me?” Renner asked. When the kid nodded, Renner grinned again and told him how awesome it was.
And then! Then he passed over his pen, and he asked the kid if he would autograph his drawing for him.
Tell me about perryshmirtz. Pretend that I've never heard of it. Make me ship it from the bottom of my heart. Give me headcanons, be poetic, list numbers, rant as much as you want to. Explain how they work, how they love, what they do to each other. If you've been waiting for an opportunity to tell someone about anything concerning these characters, this. Is. It. Tell me about perryshmirtz.
They are. Everything.
Like. Heinz Doofenshmirtz is this evil scientist, except he’s actually an ocelot, except deep down he’s still a scared traumatised little boy who just wants to be loved oh god someone love him
Then Perry the Platypus aka Agent P shows up, every day, to fight him and Heinz can’t help but get attached because his nemesis is all he has
It doesn’t quite matter that Perry’s a platypus because Heinz has always been bad at people and a platypus isn’t quite a people and it’s not like Perry can yell at him the way everyone else does if he’s an animal that can’t talk
And Perry’s just there to thwart and leave except somewhere along the line he looks deeper and sees that scared traumatised little boy behind Heinz’s evil scientist facade
And he recognises someone who’s really not all that different from his own family, from the people who mean the world to him
So Perry, secretly, despite himself, falls in love
There’s feelings there, on both ends, but they never bring it up because this is what a nemesisship is like right? except it’s not
And then Heinz does the most evil thing he’s ever done in his life and cheats on Perry
He breaks Perry’s little platypus heart
That’s when they both realise they need each other, their lives are better off with each other in it
And then Heinz vows to be a good nemesis to Perry
“I promise to hurt you in the right way”
And he does, he realises there’s a right way to hurt Perry the Platypus (with cartoonish physical violence) and a wrong way to hurt Perry the Platypus (emotionally)
They still don’t acknowledge those feelings, not even to themselves, because this is still new territory and they’re still nemeses
But it’s a civil nemesisship, they can have tea together sometimes
So they find a new status quo, one where they’re comfortably nemeses
Sometimes Perry helps Heinz, sometimes Heinz helps Perry, it doesn’t make them any less enemies
And things are good
Things start to change
It’s hard to notice at first, maybe Perry pays a little more attention to Heinz’s monologue, maybe Heinz figures out what Perry’s little gestures mean
But somehow, without either of them noticing, they become friends
A kind of friends, at least, the sort where they still fight on the regular but genuinely care about each other
The sort where Perry will save Heinz, no matter what, no questions asked, because that’s what he does
More importantly, they trust each other
It’s an earned trust, from Heinz making good on his promise, from Perry being there whenever Heinz needs someone there
And it’s all so obvious in hindsight but if you asked they’d say of course they hate each other they’re nemeses
But they can’t imagine a life without each other
So Perry, aloof stoic platypus that he is, comes out of his shell a little
He’s bad with emotions but it doesn’t matter when Heinz is always so glad to see him (even if he doesn’t act like it), and it’s so nice to be treated as an equal for once rather than a housepet or a subordinate
And Heinz, Heinz has all the times Perry’s encouraged him, he’s cobbled together some self-confidence, it doesn’t matter if he’s barely scratched the surface of his trauma because Perry will always be there and seems to enjoy his company and doesn’t mind the monologuing
Even another run-in with Peter the Panda, the Other Nemesis, can’t dent this unshakable faith they’ve found in each other
Eventually they reach the point where Heinz asks Perry for emotional support, not couched in any hints or schemes, just a plainly-stated request
“Hold my hand, Perry the Platypus, I’m scared”
It’s a testament to this thing they’ve built together that Perry does, without question, because he can see how much it means to him
And yet, everything changes, again, when they get stuck in the desert
(This is the major turning point of their relationship, where they show how far they’ve come and how far they still have to go and make it clear they’re in it for the long haul)
(This is Road To Danville)
It’s Heinz’s fault, really, like most things are
And normally Perry wouldn’t care, he knows Heinz and accepts him for who he is, but
Heinz pushed the blame onto Perry, because he’s terrified of what it would mean if he was the one at fault for this, for everything
And, inevitably, Perry gets hurt
Actually hurt, in the wrong way, the way Heinz promised not to do
So he’s reverting back to his old aloof self, pushing Heinz away
And that hurts too
So now they’re both angry and hurting and miserable, and then they split up and end up even more miserable
Being apart makes them miserable, knowing they hurt each other in the wrong way makes them miserable
Perry’s forced to confront the idea that he’s been taking Heinz for granted, that he needs to actually show how much he cares sometimes, that he was maybe a bit too quick to get upset at Heinz just like everyone in Heinz’s past he was trying so hard to be different from
Because complacency meant he lost sight of the fact that deep down all Heinz wants is someone to acknowledge him and care about him
And Heinz, Heinz has to come to terms with the fact that maybe things are his fault sometimes, he can’t always push the blame onto other people
And that hurts
But they come back for each other (and then Heinz does his normal thing and thinks only of himself for a bit but he feels guilty and then he goes back for Perry)
They come through for each other, Perry believing in Heinz and Heinz living up to that faith
And Heinz is forced into another realisation, he had so many realisations that day, and this one’s that he can actually succeed at things sometimes and that success can be because of him
Which is something he’s never heard in his 47 years of life, not really
(And that was Road To Danville, the wildest 11 minutes of the entire show)
After that, after everything, they still think of themselves as nemeses
Even though Perry keeps pictures of Heinz in his wallet
(Look at their smiles, look at them)
Even though Perry can and will go against everything his job stands for if it will make Heinz happy
Even though they are both each other’s Most Important Person at this point and know it
Hell, they even have a Moment at Niagara Falls, you can’t tell me that’s not romantic
Go ahead, tell me that’s not the most adorable thing you’ve ever seen
There’s more, still, more times they show each other how much they care, more times they believe in each other, more times they hold hands because what’s a little hand-holding between nemeses
(Okay that last one’s not quite hand-holding but it’s the “you are my rock” scene and that’s just as good)
But to summarise
Perry believes in Heinz, cares about him, understands him, when no one else would
Heinz treats Perry like an equal, like a best friend and confidante and someone to be admired, where no one else could
And they both, both treat each other as someone who matters, whose thoughts and opinions and feelings matter
Even though the world doesn’t see them that way, treats Heinz like a worthless incompetent evil scientist, treats Perry as an ordinary housepet or an emotionless secret agent
Hey, thanks for the request! Honestly, I’ve re-blogged 2 prompt lists so I was just like a tad confused, and the one that I wrote only had 35, but I went through them and these are the ones that sound the most teasing, so yeah. If there’s a problem, leave me a note and I will fix it! =) Also this may seem a bit creepy but I was checking out your page and I LOVE how my mouse has a little hamburger attached to it when I click around. SO ADORABLE!
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>!!!!!Prompt List Credits: @deathlyhogwarts (her page is amazing you guys should check it out!) <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<!!!!!!
# 29: “You’re better than my favorite fictional character, and that means something.”
# 37: “I’m not a man-whore! I just love women!”
# 39: “You’re the most adorable thing in the world.” (me @ that tiny hamburger) (sorry I’m such a creep)
I tried to make it as fluffy as I could, but there’s a small section of sadness but don’t worry!
In your first year, you hated Draco Malfoy. He was always mean to you and your friends, and he seemed exactly like the villain you would read about it picture books when you were younger.
By your second year, you realized that perhaps all that those villains needed was a friend. So you decided to give it a try. He had dropped his Defense Against the Dark Arts book in the hallway, and being the pompous-ass-but-secretly-insecure annoying boy he was, he simply glared at it as if it threw itself out of his arms. To save him from what probably seemed like total embarrassment at the time, you quickly walked over and picked it up for him. And that began what would blossom into a great friendship.
However, as the years went on, you felt a bit strange around him. In the third year, you found yourself becoming extra giggly around him, and you even found yourself twirling your hair around you finger. You never twirled you hair around your finger. After explaining your bizarre situation to your friend Hermione, she erupted into a fit of giggles, explaining how it seemed you had a crush, and your face twisted up into disgust.
Yet as you thought about it more, you realized that you did, in fact, have a crush on the Slytherin prince. And you made a vow to yourself that nobody, especially him, would find out.
Now you were in your sixth year. You and Draco had decided to study for the potions assessment you had coming up together in the library after classes. You agreed, of course. He was your best friend.
You groaned a little, letting your hurting head fall down onto the book dramatically.
“What now? Miss Straight A’s is pretending to have trouble so she seems normal?” Draco teased, poking you in the ribs. You raise your head and glared at him, yet it quickly melted into a poorly-suppressed smile. He chuckled.
“No. I’m short on mandrake leaves and we need them for the assessment. And the ones that Snape has in the closet are all the bad ones, heaven knows he keeps the ones worth using in his own private supply closet.” you grumble.
“You can use some of mine.” Draco says, flipping through his book.
“Thanks.” you say, a small smile on your face. You turn back to your book. “You know, sometimes Draco, you’re better than my favorite fictional character, and that means something.” When he simply hums, you look up at him to find him staring at some Hufflepuff’s arse.
“Oh my god.” you say, rolling your eyes. And here I was comparing you to Mr. Darcy.” you mumble quietly. Then you turn pink, hoping he hadn’t read the muggle book.
“Who’s Mr. Darcy?”
“Oh, just some prat.”
“Sounds like me.” he mumbles, causing you to giggle. He turns back to his book. “Hey, Y/N?” he says softly. You turn to face him again, copying down a sentence from the textbook. “I wanted to tell you…” he says softer. You look at him, your heart pounding. “You look a lot worse then normal lately. Are you sick or something?” he says with a smirk, leaning back in his chair with a goofy smile. You groan, laughing.
“I hate you.” you say. You turn back to your book and he does the same. A few minutes later, he looks at you. You ignore him, sure that he’s just ready to bug you again. A few more moments pass before you finally look at him. He turns pink and turns back to his book. You shake your head a little and flip the page.
And then he looks at you again.
“What do you want, Draco?” you murmur. He opens his mouth to answer, then closes it quickly.
“Nothing.” he replies softly. His cheeks are pink. He takes a deep breath before turning back to his book. The Hufflepuff moves and he looks up. He turns to you, the signature Malfoy smirk on his face. “Actually Y/N, there is something I want.” he says. You look up. He cocks his head toward the blonde. “Her name.” he says with an obnoxious wink. You groan a little.
“You’re such a man-whore, it’s unbelievable.” you say, shaking your head. He gasps, pretending to be offended.
“I’m not a man-whore! I just love women!” he says. You look at him.
“Yeah. Man-whore.” you say. He opens his mouth to protest but stops, sighing. He then shrugs, causing you to giggle. He turns pink and turns back to his book, burying his face in it. You frown. “Hey, what’s the matter?” you ask as you catch a glimpse of his now very red face. Was he angry? Was it something you said? You put your hand carefully on his upper arm, squeezing a little. It causes your heart to pound but it doesn’t matter. You have to focus on your friend now, not you. “Draco?” you ask. He lowers his book, his cheeks still pink. Silently, he puts his hand on yours. You look at him confused.
“It’s…nothing.” he says. You roll your eyes, laughing a little.
“Are you sure? Because that seemed like quite a lot of drama for nothing.” you say.
“You read to much into things.” he mutters, turning the page in his book. You sigh. He was right, but not in he way he thought he was. You close your book, standing up.
“I’ll be right back.” you say softly. “I just need another book.” he nods and you’re about to take a step when he says your name. You turn around, only to find out to late that your foot was wrapped around the strap of you book bag. Your eyes widen as you feel yourself falling back. You hit the floor with an “oomph”, the air knocked out of your lungs. You pant, your face twisting in pain. Then you hear his clean, ringing laugh. The laugh that sounded like a joyous bird song. You sit up, glaring at him as he walks over to you.
“You’re the most adorable thing in the world.” he says, pinching your cheek. You glare, but can’t help but smile.
“I hate you.” you say. He offers you his hand, and you take it. He helps you up.
“Merlin, your hands are cold.” he says. “Kind of like your soul.” He smirks as you stick your tongue out at him.
It’s close to dinner time when Draco gets up to leave. “I’ll see you at dinner.” he says. You nod, telling him that you’re just going to finish up your notes. He nods and puts his hand on your shoulder. It’s a simple act but still causes your heart to race. He then leaves.
As he walks away, you notice a piece of paper fall out of his bag. You furrow your brow, walking over to it. “Draco!” you say, but he’s already gone. You shrug, supposing you can give it to him at dinner when you see your name written neatly on it. You frown and go back to your seat.
You debate for what seems like hours. Should you open it, or would it be a complete invasion of privacy? It would either way. But your name is on the envelope. It’s a letter to you. You bite your lip. But maybe he didn’t want to post it for a reason. Or maybe he was going to later? You were at what seemed like a world war with yourself.
You hear Madam Pince clear her throat behind you. “It’s dinner time. Unless you plan on skipping, I’d suggest you go downstairs.” she says. You nod. You then sigh. You were seeing him next anyways. You nod before very carefully opening the letter, so you don’t break the envelope. You frown a little. It’s a small piece of paper, no bigger than your hand. You take it out, your hands shaking. It was probably just “Let’s do our Herbology homework together.” Why were you so nervous? You take a deep breath.
I don’t think we should be friends anymore. I’m sorry, but I’d much rather be-
After that, the ink formed a straight line, as if he had dragged his quill across the paper by accident. Your mouth hung open, and you felt as though you couldn’t breath. Tears came to your eyes as you felt like you were suffocating. Without Draco, you didn’t have a best friend. Sure, you had friends, but nobody could replace Draco. You sniffle, stuffing the letter into your pocket. You were not going to dinner.
You picked up your pile of books and left as fast as you could. You heard the loud chatter downstairs but walked past it, holding back your tears. You quickly ran up all the flights of stairs, up to your favorite place.
You ran through the doors, dropping all your things and walking over to the balcony. The Astronomy tower was where you came whenever something was very wrong. Nobody knew that, except Draco. You took off your shoes, sitting crisscross applesauce and finally falling into sobs.
You didn’t understand. What did you ever do wrong? You were one of Draco’s only good friends and he was, well, your only one. You sob, shaking. The night breeze chilled you. You took a deep, shaky breath, looking up at the stars as you toss the envelope backwards angrily. You wait for it to hit the floor with a satisfying rip-like sound, but it never came. You wait a few more seconds before turning.
Your eyes widen then narrow at the sight of the familiar blonde haired boy. He looked down at the envelope, his mouth opening and closing. He had a panicked look in his eyes, and as he looked up at you, you turned quickly, not wanting to see him leave. But you hear his footsteps walk toward you.
“Y/N…” he struggled.
“No need to explain. I get it. I-I’m a boring, annoying Gryffindor, and you’re the…”
You laugh bitterly as you wipe your cheeks.
“You’re the Slytherin prince.” you whisper, your voce breaking.
“No, Y/N, that’s not what this letter was meant for.” he whispered, hesitating before sitting next to you, but a good length away.
“No, let me guess, it was meant for, I don’t know, who, Crabbe? Did he change his name?” you say.
“That’s the rough draft.” he said very quietly. He opens his bag and takes out an another envelope, handing it to you.
“What the fuck? Do you think I want to read that stupid-”
“Just…Just read it.” he said. You feel fresh tears in your eyes as you open the letter. It was written in very extra, silver ink. The parchment seemed very expensive, like you could only find it at a certain place. You bite your lip and start to read.
My Dear Y/N,
I felt that I’ve held my silence for too long. I should begin from the start, shouldn’t I?
I must admit, my first year at Hogwarts, I had quite the sense of loathing towards you and your friends. Same goes for the first half of Second year. And then you helped me, and everything changed.
At first I was satisfied with being your friend, and everything seemed blissfully perfect. But then after the summer, when you sat with me on the train for third year, I saw you in a different light. I don’t know how, and I don’t know why, but I did. And my feelings have only grown in the past few years.
This is difficult for me to write, Y/N, but I must say it.
I love you.
Your dearest friend, and perhaps something more,
You take a rather shaky breath as you turn to face him. “You…you do?” you ask quietly. He clenches his jaw as he nods, his face looking grim.
“And I’m sorry I’ve just ruined everything. I-I’m going to go back to dinner.” he said, about to stand up. But before he can, you grab his sleeve. He looks down at you. “Y/N-”
“I love you too. Since third year.” you say quickly, your cheeks resembling the color of a beet. His cheeks turn pink and before you can comprehend what is happening, you feel his warm lips press against yours. You take a deep breath and lean in more, wrapping your arms around him. His hands settle on your waist, squeezing gently as he pulls you in closer. You run your fingers through his blonde locks, your thumb eventually running over his cheek. A few more blissful moments pass before you pull away.
“Be mine?” he whispers as he leans your forehead against yours.
I just saw a picture that Hardwick posted of the two of you at a Dodgers game, and you guys are adorable.
We had so much fun. He was invited to do a thing for MLB, and he knows how much I love the Dodgers, so he invited me and Anne.
The Internet knows that Chris doesn’t enjoy any sports, at all, so when we were posting pictures yesterday, most of the comments we heard from people were presuming thatit was I who brought him to the game, instead of the other way around.
We had a lot of fun, and I survived eating two grilled dodger dogs!
She hadn’t heard anything about it until they were all on a variety show. One of the MC’s had been talking about the recent pictures of you and Irene that were floating around the internet.
“What do you guys think?” The MC asked, “I kinda hope they are together, they’d be pretty cute.”
All the girls laughed politely, a few of them looked at Taeyeon to make sure she was okay with what they were saying.
“You guys are pretty good friends with both of them aren’t you? Being label mates and all.” The other MC added in, earning an unsure laugh from a few members.
“Yeah, Y/N and I are pretty close.” Taeyeon agreed, “They’re not dating Irene.” she added politely.
The MC laughed a bit and nodded, “Alright, sorry about that tangent there, let’s move to the next question.”
After the show, Taeyeon walked backstage and was surprised to find that you had been watching the whole thing. When she saw you she walked over to you and wrapped her arms around your waist, resting her head against your shoulder. You hugged her and leaned your head against hers.
“I guess you and Irene are a thing now huh?” She asked looking at you.
“Yeah.” You agreed, laughing lightly, “don’t tell her, but I kind of have a thing for someone else.” You whispered, rubbing her back gently.
The MC who had been teasing about yours and Irene’s relationship walked past, “I guess I was wrong about you and Irene huh?” she asked you with a laugh.
“Yup, Y/N’s all mine.” Taeyeon joked, hugging you a bit tighter.
“So is Y/N dating Solar?” Krystal asked her, handing Jessica her phone which was opened up to a picture of you and Solar when the two of you had been working on a photoshoot. Jessica scrolled through the pictures, not quite sure how she felt about it.
“On and off camera romance?” Jessica read aloud, showing her sister the caption under one photo that captured you and Solar talking off set.
You walked through the door, your hair still messed up from the photoshoot. You set your bag on the table and walked into the living room, flopping onto the couch next to Jessica. You leaned against her and looked at what she was looking at.
“The photo’s already got out?” You asked, “How? I just did the shoot today.”
“You and your girlfriend are so cute.” Jessica said, showing you all the pictures. “Where’s this Y/N during date nights?”
You lightly hit her leg, and shook your head, “I’ll be there next time you pay me to go on a date.” This time it was her turn to gently push you away from her for a moment before pulling you against her again. She handed the phone back to Krystal, and pulled out her own. You rested your head on her shoulder and watched her take a selfie of the two of you before posting it to snapchat, which earned a questioning look from you and Krystal.
“The cutest couple photos are the ones of real couples.” She explained, proceeding to flop back against the couch and continue to play on her phone.
She had been looking on your phone, playing a game as notifications kept popping up. She finally gave in and pressed on one of them, leading her to a swarm of comments under one of your Instagram posts. She looked through the comments and saw a bunch of hashtags of ship names. She read a few of the comments, trying to figure out who the ship names of. She nodded a bit with a smile before looking at the picture of you and Victoria.
When you walked into the room, she smiled a bit and walked over to you, “You never told me you were dating someone.”
You looked through the fridge and pulled out a soda, you turned back to her and raised your eyebrows. You took a sip of the drink before responding, “I didn’t think I’d have to tell you that I’m dating you.”
“No dummy, I thought you would’ve told me that you’re dating my label mate.” She said waving the picture in front of you.
“Ah yeah, totally slipped my mind.” You said jokingly, “We’ve only been on a few dates, nothing too serious.”
“Next time you should tell me, I could help you plan something.” Sunny said, leaning against you, “I think you could use my help.”
You smiled and kissed the top of her head, “Ouch. Maybe I should just stick to planning dates for my girlfriend, I think I’m pretty good at that.”
“You’re okay.” She said lightly, pulling you into a gentle hug.
“Hey did you see this, people think you’re dating Chanyeol.” Tiffany said, showing you an article with a picture of you and Chanyeol.
You nodded a bit and cuddled closer to her, “I thought I was too.”
Tiffany laughed and hit your arm lightly, “Shut up.” she said shaking her head lightly. “I’m being serious, look you two even have a ship name.”
You turned a bit and looked at her, “Are you okay?” You asked her, the joking tone in your voice gone now. “If this is bugging you, you’d tell me about it right?”
“I want to be able to go on dates with you,” she pouted cutely and looked through the photo’s. “Look how cute these are, I want to go on dates as cute as this.”
“Me too, but we don’t really have an option. Not unless we go public.” You said, lightly kissing her, her pouty face too cute to resist.
“Go public.” Tiffany said, nodding a bit, “That doesn’t sound too bad.”
“Do you want to?” You asked, slightly taken back by her nonchalant attitude. She smiled a bit and nodded, giving you all the confirmation you needed. “Let’s talk to your manager.” you said happily. You paused for a moment and looked back at her with a grin, “Maybe I should thank Chanyeol.”
She ended up being in a similar situation as Taeyeon, the two of you had decided to go on a show together. After a few questions, the conversation had turned to relationships.
“So, as I’m sure you’re aware.” The interviewer began, looking directly at you as he spoke. “There have been some pictures going around of you and Taeyang that have kind of been plastered everywhere. With all these pictures, come some, well, rumors. About the two of dating. I was hoping for you to clear up everything, are you and Taeyang dating?”
You laughed a bit, “No, he’s just a close friend of mine.”
“Aw, are you sure? Some of these pictures kind of make me want to date you. You seem like a cute partner.” He said showing the two of you a few of the pictures going around.
“Y/N is an adorable partner.” Hyoyeon agreed, gently squeezing your hand. A signal that the two of you had previously agreed on, a sign that she was going to do the thing that made you two choose to do an interview in the first place. “Yeah, we’re dating and they have the most adorable habits in the morning.” she finished, earning a curious look from you. The rest of the interview was spent sharing embarrassing stories between the two of you.
She wasn’t really sure how to feel, she knew that there was no way you would do anything to hurt her, but those pictures were not something people easily overlooked. You weren’t even aware that the pictures had even been taken, definitely not that they were plastered all over the internet. So your girlfriends oddly quiet demeanor when you got home felt weird. She had barely said anything to you since the moment you got home. In fact, she had barely been in the room with you, you swore that every time you walked into the room she left. Finally, you had had enough. She had hidden herself in your shared bedroom, and was refusing to come out, so instead you went to her. You had a plate of her favorite food balanced in one hand a a cup of tea in the other, you doing your best not to spoil the stupidly warm drink over your hand. You set the plate and the glass down on the table next to the bed before climbing in next to her. The two of you sat in an air of silence for a few moments before she looked over to you, and finally you spoke.
“You’re mad at me.”
“I don’t know.” Her voice was soft and she lifted her phone to show you all the pictures that had been taken. You looked through them thoughtfully and sighed before putting down the phone.
“You know that I didn’t do anything right? We went out for lunch, but that’s it. I’d never do anything to hurt you.” You said softly.
She didn’t speak, just offering a nod as an answer. “I think I could forgive you.” She said, a small smile playing at her lips.
“I dunno, you may have to earn it.”
You smiled, and put your arms around her waist, pulling her closer. “If I have to, I guess I could be nicer.”
She wasn’t upset with you, this was part of your job. You only did the video because it was your job, not because you had feelings for Eric Nam. That’s what she told herself whenever she watched the video, or heard the song, or saw you and Eric talking off screen. Which, whenever that happened, she became pretty clingy. She’d come up and hug you when you were talking to him, resting her head on your shoulder when you and Eric were talking about more song ideas.
You had noticed her slightly odd behavior earlier, but it was most obvious when the two of you had gone home. The ride was nearly silent and she pretty much disappeared when you both got home. You waited outside for awhile, not sure what was bothering her. After awhile you got up and walked to the bedroom, where she was looking through her computer just like she had been for the past few hours.
“What’s bothering you?” You asked, sitting next to her and nudging her gently. “You’ve been acting weird lately.”
You waited for a few moments, not getting a response. You sighed a bit and shook your head, offering her a smile before moving her laptop and tackling her in a hug. You cuddled her tightly.
“I’m not letting go until you’re not mad at me anymore.”
“I’m not mad!” Sooyoung said, giggling a bit when you tickled her. “I just don’t want to lose you to Eric.” she admitted, her voice quieting as she spoke.
You frowned and pulled away, “You’re not gonna lose me to him.” you promised quietly, “I don’t want to be with him. I actually kind of have someone else I’m into."you finished by kissing her head and cuddling her close to you.
She hadn’t mentioned anything about the articles that were popping up after your on screen kiss with Lee Sung Kyung in your new drama. She didn’t want to bug you about it, knowing that it was just your drama. Honestly, had it not been for the articles with your co-star talking about how you were her ideal type none of this would have been a problem, but after all of these articles coming out the kiss went viral. Everyone loved you and her, and the whole thing made her feel uncomfortable, especially when she posted couple pictures with you and there were loads of comments with yours and Sungkyung’s ship name.
After one time where there were a particularly large amount of comments, you had noticed that Yoona seemed kind of down.
"What do you want for dinner?” You asked, looking through the fridge, “We have almost no food, but I think I can make something.”
“I’m not really hungry.” She murmured from the living room.
You turned around and walked over to her, sitting on the couch next to her, “What’s going on? You seem upset.”
“You’re not going to leave me right?” Yoona asked after a few moments of silence, “For Sungkyung?”
You frowned and pulled her into a tight hug, rubbing her back gently, “Of course not. I love you.”
Yoona nodded a bit, cuddled against you gently. “I love you too.”
Pictures of your previous relationship with Amber had resurfaced recently, a lot of people thinking that the two of you are still together since you and Seohyun hadn’t talked about your relationship publicly yet.
“So, you’ve seen the pictures right?” You asked, sitting next to her. “‘Cause otherwise, forget I said anything.”
She lightly hit your shoulder and nodded a bit, “I’ve seen them.”
“Okay.” You paused for a moment and an awkward silence fell between the two of you for a few moments.
She looked over grinned at you before nudging you gently, “You guys are so cute!” she gushed, taking your phone and looking through the pictures. She cuddled closer to you and found one of them, “These are cute, but we have ones that are much cuter.”
You wrapped her arms around her, and kissed her head softly, “Yeah we do.”
She went to your camera roll and picked out a few of the pictures, “I think we should post one of these ones, they’re the cutest ones. What do you think?”
“I like the second, you look the cutest in that one.”
She nodded a bit and went on Instagram, setting everything up before looking at you, “Are you sure you’ll be okay with this?”
“I’m more worried about you, will your manager be okay with that?” You asked quietly.
“Already asked, its a yes.” She murmured before posting the picture.
This fic is for my girl Angelina AKA @atc74 2000 follower GIF challenge
Characters:Sam X Reader
Sam came home from work expecting to be greeted with the barely controlled chaos that was dinnertime in a house with twin toddlers. Usually, you were trying to keep two cranky girls entertained and put a meal on the table at the same time without losing your mind.
When he opened the front door, the house was silent. He found you in the living room sitting on the couch with a glass of wine in hand, looking through one of your old scrapbooks.
“Hey, babe. Where are the girls?” He asked curiously.
“We had a playdate today. They ran around so much they were exhausted. I put them to bed early. I actually had a moment to myself for a change. I was looking at some old pictures. Look how young you were!” You showed him and he grimaced.
“Remember how you followed me from the library and managed to talk your way into my dorm? You were so sweet and flustered. I thought you were the most adorable thing I had ever seen.” You said with a grin.
Sam rolled his eyes. “Don’t remind me. I still can’t believe I did that! But you were the most gorgeous girl on campus. I had to meet you.”
“My roommate thought you were insane. I still think she tells the story much better though, she had everyone laughing their heads off at our wedding reception.” You snorted with laughter.
“She made me sound like a stalker.”
“Honey, if I had known then that adorably awkward guy was gonna turn into you in a few years I wouldn’t have played so hard to get.” You told him, leaning in to kiss him hard.
“As much as I love talking about old times, there are other things I’d rather be doing since the girls are asleep.” He said with that familiar gleam in his eye, and you felt your body respond.
“Lead the way, Romeo. Something tells me you’re gonna get lucky.”
Okay so I watched this one interview that was just Jaeden and he was so Soft™???? And his voice was like nice and he had a slight stutter which was cute but like everything??? About it?? Was so nice?? Anyways. I was thinking maybe like Bill also being super soft spoken and his friends bringing out his goofy side and being suprised when they see it for the first time! (Another long one soz d: )
(I think this is an adorable prompt!)
~Bill had repeated the same answer about six times and was starting to get red in the face as he was asked to say it just one more time because Mr. Wilson could still not hear him. His classmates were turned in their desks and staring at him with amusement, he slouched slightly. “I s-s-said, T-twenty s-seven, sir.” Bill raised his voice as much as he could. Mr. Wilson either heard it or just gave up and gave the class the answer, Bill wasn’t sure which. This was a common occurrence in his life. Bill was not a very confident speaker. His stutter was a chain around him that constantly made him feel weighed down. Not only that but his natural speaking voice was pretty soft, he didn’t very much like to speak out.
He clasped his hands together and tilted his head down, hoping to himself that he would never be called on again.
Richie’s voice was booming in the barrens as he tried to recreate what on earth he was talking about in his story. “So I told him there was no way anyone could do a better Elvis impression than me. I mean, Stan’s got me beat on Paul Anka but that’s it.” Richie hopped off the rock and sat down next to Eddie who was shaking his head.
the seven of them were sprawled out on different rocks in the barrens, enjoying moments peace. Eddie seemed to remember something and grinned wildly, kicking at Richie’s shoe. “I know someone who’s ten times better at it than you.”
Richie looked properly offended and waited for an answer to a question he didn’t need to voice because Eddie was already getting up and placing his hands down on Bills shoulders, shaking them. “Our very own Big Bill Denbrough can do a mean Elvis.”
Bill looked up with wide eyes and shrugged Eddie’s hands off. He was ready to dismiss it but before he could, everyone got all excited.
“Oh we have to hear it!” Stan crawled over to Bills left and poked him. Bill shook his head.
“I h-h-haven’t done it since I w-w-was like n-n-nine to make Eddie laugh when he was getting shots.” Bill cringed at the memory but Eddie hiccuped with laughter. Mike thought that was the most adorable thing he’d ever heard, picturing the two tykes.
“C’mon share with the class.” Mike shouted and soon they were all whistling. Bill looked towards Beverly, he wasn’t sure he could embarrass himself in front of her like that. But she completely blended in with his friends, whistling too. begrudgingly, Bill stood on the rock and looked down with lackluster. Stan shot him a smile.
“I’ll do Paul Anka again if you do it.” Stan gave him a pleading gesture. Bill smiled and cleared his throat.
“‘Well, s-since my baby left me, I f-found a new place to dwell, D-down at the end of Lonely Street at H-Heartbreak Hotel W-Well I get so lonely, b-baby, I get so lonely, I get so lonely I could die’ “
and while Elvis didn’t stutter like he did, Bill managed to get through it without much trouble like he used to do. He even found himself doing the little dances, shaking his legs like Elvis. He cut himself off in laughter. Richie hopped onto the rock next to him and raised his hand for a high five.
“You may put me out of the impressions business big Bill.” He laughed as Bill struck his hand. He looked back down and found, Beverly, Mike, Ben and Stan still a little shell shocked at seeing such an impression come out of Bills mouth. He hopped off the rock and gave Stan expecting eyes.
“You’re up Stanley.”
Everyone collapsed into laughter and Bill smiled in complete and utter joy.
Welcome back to the story lovelies! Thanks for all the love and encouragement along the way! If you are new to the fic, catch up HERE. Over 3000 words this time, sorry for such long posts, but I love love LOVE you guys for reading it! ************************************
Tony read the poem at least a dozen times before refolding it and putting it back in his suit jacket pocket. He hadn’t stopped smiling since the letter had been delivered that morning, hadn’t even left his desk yet. Couldn’t even think of what he wanted to say back to his soldier. In fact, Tony could barely string a thought together, so he just sat at his desk and grinned like a schoolgirl with her first crush.
It was kind of disgusting.
And he loved it.
“Tony!” Pepper snapped, sticking her lovely red head into his office for the eighth or ninth time in so many minutes. “You have a meeting RIGHT NOW. How many times– are you reading that letter again? Who is it from? What on earth?” She rubbed her forehead. “Look. I’m glad the pen pal program helped you through rehab, I am. Really. But you still have a company to run! So if you would just–”
“I’m coming!” Tony jumped up, waving his arms. “I’m coming. You know, Pepper I should just give the company to you. You care about it more than I do.”
“Don’t joke about that Tony.” She warned, and he stopped walking, wrapping his arms around her waist and kissing her soundly on the lips.
“I’m not actually joking. Let’s talk about it okay? Later. I can’t be late to this meeting.” With a quick wave of his hand he disappeared into the boardroom.
I know we’re all, understandably, very fraught with emotion over s3 of Poldark. So, as I’m re-reading The Miller’s Dance at the moment, I thought I’d share some of the absolute adorableness that is Ross and Demelza in later years, about 16-17 years after where we’ve just left them in s3/The Four Swans. A reminder to book fans, and a life ring for any show viewers who want it.
No plot spoilers per se, but if you don’t want to know anything about the future family life of the Poldarks, just scroll on by.
Note: I’m tagging this with my ‘sparks talks poldark’ tag, but don’t expect much analysis. This is a self-indulgent injection of fluff into the fandom by way of several extracts of Ross and Demelza;s long-lasting love for each other :D
A/N:Final Fantasy XV (Prompto/Noctis) - 12. “Stop sending me those ass pics!” - @shibakamiko sooorry this prompt is probably aaages old by now but here it finally is x’DD you probably forgot~
Summary: Prompto likes to take pictures of Noctis’ butt. Noctis likes to tickle Prompto. Everyone has their personal interests right?
Word Count: 1658
Ping. Noctis was carefully bent over to reel in that fish when he received a message on his phone, and he made a face when he opened it. A picture, of him right there bent over, and perfectly zoomed in on his ass.
“Prompto!” he called out, turning around to spot the sneaky photographer, but no one was answering, so he just groaned and turned back around.
“I know you’re out there dude. Stop sending me those ass pics! Pfffft,” Noctis sighed, but not interested enough to quit his private fishing moment and chase after him. Ignis was busy cooking dinner, Gladio was sharpening his weapons, so Noctis had all the time and space in the world to go fishing at the pond nearby their camping site.
He had actually no idea what had gotten into his friend. This wasn’t the first ass-picture of his own he got these days. Prompto seemed to have acquired a new hobby of snapping royal ass-pictures at all moments and times of the day, especially the vulnerable moments like when Noctis mounts his Chocobo, when he bends down to pick up something or like this, when he’s ready to reel in a fish.
Ping. Ping ping ping~. Noctis almost denied it, but he couldn’t help grabbing his phone again to see a gallery of ass-pics enter his chat with Prompto. The other one was obviously taken right at this very moment, but now he was receiving a collection of never-seen-before pictures of his ass from all angles and from different moments. Geez. With this he could easily make a collage of ass-pics of his own.
“Prompto?” That naughty guy. Noctis carefully put down his rod and turned around slowly, eyeing the bush that was obviously Prompto’s hiding place from where he took that picture earlier.
“I swear, stop sending me those pics.” He started walking towards the bushes and smirked.
“In fact, I want you to stop making any of these at all.” He could hear a faint giggle come from the bushes, which was honestly the most adorable thing ever, like Prompto was a kid playing hide and seek and knowing he was about to be found any moment. Noctis rubbed his hands and he grinned. One more step closer to the bushes and – ping.
Noctis froze and checked his phone. Another ass-picture of when he was fishing at the pond just now.
“You’ve really done it now, you have made Prince Noctis angry~” Noctis sang mischievously without feeling angry at all, to be honest. He just enjoyed their little game, and now as he stood right in front of Prompto’s hiding place he could hear the bushes giggle again in anticipation.
“I really swear you should run if you want to stay alive. I’m serious.” That was actually kind of Prompto’s cue because now he leaped out of the bushes and made a roll to dodge Noctis’ fast move in an attempt to catch him.
“Heehehe~!” Prompto indeed was like a child, giggling as he tried to run away. Tried. He really tried. Noctis had tumbled over when his own leap at Prompto missed, but before the sneaky gunman could escape he managed to grasp his ankle, pulling him down into the grass with him.
“Eeehehe no waahahait!” Prompto screeched as he was wrestled down by the young prince until he was lying face down with Noctis sitting on his back, pinning one of Prompto’s arms behind his back to make him even more immobile.
“I did warn you honey,” Noctis taunted, and with his free hand he began to dig in between Prompto’s ribs. Now that had been a while.
•has a yearly tradition of buying one of every single snack when the lady with the cart of goodies passes him on the train
•he’s not wizard born, both his parents are muggles, so his first year he was like “weird looking/moving food? Sign me tf up”
•it’s been tradition ever since
•let’s be real it’s the main reason that Soonyoung and DK sit with him on the train rides
•once during the prank war between Gryffindors and Slytherins (see Hufflepuff!Joshua and Slytherin!Jihoon post to understand), Chan slipped him what he thought was a shrinking potion.
•But in actuality it was a growing potion.
•so 6 foot tall Mingyu became 9 foot tall Mingyu
•the effects of the potion latest a week and Mingyu had to be excused from quidditch practice because he couldn’t fit on the broom…
•was peer pressured by Seungcheol to join the quidditch team and is like “mehhh” about it until you get the the quidditch game
•then he’s competitive and determined af
•the reason Seungcheol wanted him on the team is because he saw Mingyu sprint across the castle from the dining hall to divination because he lost track of the time and was gonna be late, and Seungcheol was like “if he can run that fast for that long, how fast do you think he could fly??”
•the answer to that is pretty damn fast as they both found out at tryouts
•he ends up becoming one of the chasers for the Gryffindor team
•the only thing Mingyu had to practice a lot to get good at was catching the freaking quaffle because he’s a clumsy giant and kept dropping it accidentally
•Mingyu: *drops quaffle from 100ft in the air*
•Seungcheol: “gOd dAMn iT, go get it!!”
•is dorm roomies with Seungcheol and vry happy about it
•just came here to have a good time and learn magic n stuff but Seungcheol and Vernon are always dragging him into their messes
•Seungcheol and Vernon are always tryna prank the Slytherins but Mingyu just wants to live in peace and not be targeted for revenge
•it’s hard for him to stay inconspicuous when it comes to pranking because he’s really freaking tall (he literally stands out of a crowd) and has like the worst poker face. Precious tol bean
•Mingyu: *walks into the dining hall with a really awkward/uncomfortable smile*
•Chan: *blows whistle* “TAKE COVER”
•all the Slytherins duck under their tables and then the cakes that were on those tables explode
•Seungcheol and Vernon just look at Mingyu with the most disappointed look
•they learn to stop including Mingyu if they want to be successful
•anyway moving on
•every year, the new first years are kid of wary/cautious around him because he seems like a tall, intimidating guy
•but then he runs into a pillar or almost falls off the moving stairs and they’re like “oh. he’s fine”
•generally a tall innocent meme who just wants to live peacefully but… naw lol his clumsiness and friends liven up things
•he enjoys it and appreciates them but he won’t say it directly
•he’ll bake Seungcheol and Vernon cookies or some shit and they’re just so skeptical about it
•Vernon: “did you poison these? Have we personally wronged you somehow? Idk what it was but I’m sorry please don’t kill me with these”
•Seungcheol: “no no I don’t think that’s it, he would have nowhere to hide our bodies. I think he did something wrong and we’re gonna lose house points or something so he’s trying to get on our good side before it comes to light”
•Mingyu: “wow I literally just made you cookies and I’ve been personally attacked. I’m gonna eat all three dozen of these with the Hufflepuffs, they’re way nicer than you guys”
•Seungcheol: “Mingyu we’re sorry come bACK”
•and Mingyu does come back and the positive vibe is restored via eating cookies and goofing off, what these three do best
•was really psyched to go to a wizarding school because he didn’t have any wizard/witch friends growing up
•until he got on the train and saw Vernon try to snort smarties because Soonyoung told him “it’s a thing the muggle kids do”
•Minghao was freaking out on the inside like “dear god… They’re idiots… I thought wizards would be more mindful people like me…”
•so he decided to keep observing the people on the train before actually initiating a conversation with anyone
•he sat down in an empty seat and started ‘reading’, but he was actually listening to everyone interact and figuring out who he might be able to tolerate for the next seven years
•the thing that got him to finally decide someone was okay to talk to was when Seungcheol accidentally elbowed Jun in the face as they were passing each other in the narrow hall of the train, and Jun started swearing in Chinese because ow
•Minghao looked up from his book so fast he got whiplash but was like “HIM. IT HAS TO BE HIM”
•Minghao’s thinking “we can talk shit about people right in front of them and they won’t know what we’re saying” (honestly, friendship goals)
•and he’s also thinking “if I have a friend that speaks my native language, maybe I won’t feel so homesick” but he doesn’t acknowledge that feeling bc he’s tryna be tough
•so Minghao walks over to Jun and is like “you okay?” in Chinese and Jun is just like !!! New Chinese buddy??
•they sit together and by the end of this train ride they’re close friends and have talked a lot of shit. About eVeRyOnE except that one kid Joshua because like they tried to find something bad to say about him and literally couldn’t?? Like why is an angel on this train??
•they gossip lightheartedly, obviously they’re not really hating on everyone
•they’re just being like “how many times do you thing Vernon will silently stare at Seungkwan until he stops talking and pays attention to him”
•casually blunt observers
•turns out Jun and Minghao both planned to try out for the quidditch team even before they got to Hogwarts
•the Slytherins captain at the time was like “listen all you people wanting to try out, it’s not gonna be easy”
•the people who really wanted a position on the team were the ones who stuck through all the tough drills and training
•and the only two left in the end for the two open spots were Jun and Minghao
•Minghao earned the position of beater (not even a little surprised) and Jun was made a Chaser
•the literal definition of resting bitch face. He does not look approachable by any means if he’s by himself
•he also looks really stylish in his robes by adding accessories and doing his make up real nice, etc. But to some people that can be a little off-putting because wow?? This person has their shit together enough to accessorize?? I sure don’t.
•so that adds to the 'unapproachable’ vibe.
•but when Minghao is talking to one of his friends, he has the cutest happy expression on his face
•the kind of loving look that everyone wants someone to look at them like that
•at first everyone thought that Minghao and Jun were dating because they spent so much time together
•when someone nosy *COUGH CouGH s e u n g k w a n* asked them about it, it ended up a lil something like this
•Jun: “you think I’m dating Minghao? I have this thing called standards, don’t kid yourself”
•Minghao: “why would I date the moron who’s probably backhugged every other boy in this school. Do I look like the kind of person to settle for an idiot like that”
•Jun & Minghao: *shrug at each other, fist bump, and walk away together*
•Seungkwan: “????? the fuck”
•so yeah they’re not dating, just besties that enjoy roasting not only other people, but each other
•because let’s be real if you can’t roast your friends, are you really even friends???
•When it comes to the prank war… You do nOT want to go up against Jun and Minghao
•because they only prank together and they have no mercy
•like you thought Monsta X’s No Mercy would make you cry?? Jun and Minghao’s wrath is worse
•y'all thought getting hexed by Jihoon was bad… At least that only lasts like 15 minutes, max. (Except for that one time… rip DK… but that’s a whole other story)
•these assholes will prank you until you break and beg them to stop
•they will not stop until you admit that they win
•if you tell them they’ve won, they’ll never bother you again.
•they don’t do any really harsh pranks, they just keep bothering you incessantly until you give up
•Jun is mainly the execution of these pranks, and Minghao is the brains behind it
•moral of the story, don’t try to fuck with them lmao
•Minghao’s favorite class is Care of Magical creatures and I will fight anyone who disagrees with me
•he tries to be cool, like “hmm I’m a Slytherin, I don’t care too much for this” but homeboy skips his classes sometimes just to go pet and feed Buckbeak (catch me sobbing, what a soft cutie)
•if you ask him nonchalantly a question about a creature he’ll pull up a projector and show you a PowerPoint full of fun facts about whatever creature you asked about, full of adorable pictures of said creature
•even if it’s a visually… challenged… (deadass ugly) creature, Minghao will describe it like it is the most precious thing and will convince you that it is precious. Because no one has the heart to disagree with this boy who’s so excited about these creatures??
•he is accidentally very cute
•just wants to be seen as independent and manly but is a spacey and cute boy
my (Taurus) sister was born on Earth Day and is basically the most pure thing this world has to offer, she even has a grand trine in earth and she’s the the epitome of the Earth-loving nature-obsessed Earth like image I always conjure up when thinking of Taurus. I can just picture her with flowers in her hair as she sits in the grass and feels the earth the way it feels her and I admire her so much for this hONESTLY. like just the thought of her makes me wanna explode with love and adoration, I can’t even begin to describe how much of a blessing she is