No but just imagine a six of crows musical....Kaz with slow raspy songs and all the dregs singing while fighting... and I just need this in my life
I’m…I hate this. It’s killing me. The first thing I thought of was that scene in ck when he returns to the slat because it’s one of the most dramatic scenes. There’s a part where Per Haskell says “you ignorant little skiv! waltzing in here like some merch at his manor.”
And now I can’t stop picturing it being in a literal sense, like if it was a musical what if Kaz danced in and the two of them sang their arguments at each other. Just imagine how intense the music would be for that fight scene, and the choreography omg.
yuri never, ever wears his own sweatshirts. otabek will do laundry and find that all of his pullovers are stretched out from yuri pulling them over his wrists and fraying the sleeves with his teeth.
(he doesn’t mind)
if viktor and yuuri are like that couple who are a cross between your still-in-love parents and first-year newlyweds, otabek and yuri are like that the couple you might not even realize are together until you notice that they’re always within two feet of each other - that when anyone calls one of their names, they look over in sync, the exact same expression on their faces. they move in constant unconscious counterpoint. once you see it, you can’t unsee it
otabek insists–endlessly, strenuously–that he’s not a fan of pda. yuri has no strong feeling on the matter but it does give him a feeling of superiority of yuuri and viktor. “we’re more restrained,” he says to mila. “yura,” mila says, "staring at someone like they’re the last glass of water in a desert counts as pda. it fucking counts, yura.”
otabek needs alone days. and when they make a habit of it, yuri finds that he does, too.
yuri’s emotions are like air: they expand to fill any given space. if you’re in the room with him for more than ten seconds, you know what yuri plisetsky is thinking. like, you really, really know. in time, with otabek, he learns to focus that intensity. he becomes amazed at how a simple “i love you” at the perfect moment can stop beka in his tracks. he wields the knowledge like a weapon.
So I’m late to watching Young Justice but I’m finally getting around to it. My friend is watching it with me and I’m finding it hilarious because every time Clark and Bruce have interacted this far he comments:
“I hate you. You and your damn superbat fics…I can’t unsee.”
Bruce calls Clark to tell him they need to talk about Conner and friend grumbles: “The boyfriends calling to tell you to not treat your kid like that.”
Bruce and Clark at the diner ordering pie: “They’re on a fucking date! I hate you.”
I’m going to find this even more amusing if they are more little scenes like this XD.
For the prompt thing, pretty please 10 or 29 or both in one 🙏🏻🙏🏻
This is kind of the opposite of what I wrote yesterday. So here be fluff and nothing but fluff. It’s a sequel to this (sappy) prompt. But you can read it on its own as well. Thank you for the prompt!
10. “I can never
unsee that.” + 29. “Y-you love me?”
When Mulder finds
himself in the car en route to Mrs. Scully’s house, he is not sure when it
But here he is, in the
passenger seat, forced to listen to classical music that’s supposed to be
calming. That’s what Scully told him 20 minutes ago, anyway. She’s quiet, tapping
along on the steering wheel while Mulder keeps trying to come up with something
clever to say. Or really anything. He has questions, plenty of them, but he
doesn’t ask any of them. Why am I here, Scully? He would like to know. Why do I
have to see your brother twice in one day? Mulder grows agitated just thinking
Why did you kiss me
earlier, Scully? That’s the one he really wants to know about.
In good old Mulder and
Scully fashion, they haven’t talked about it. The kiss. It’s been hours and
Scully hasn’t mentioned it once. If he didn’t know better, he’d think it never
happened. Just a figment of his vast imagination. He’s imagined kissing Scully
a million times over the years. But no; it definitely happened. Her hands were
on his thighs, he can almost feel them still, and her lips grazed his oh so
softly. Oh yeah. It happened.
quiet.” Scully says in between songs. As if the music should not be
“I thought you
wanted me to shut up.”
earlier.” Mulder thinks he sees her blush.
“Yeah well, I
didn’t know when you wanted me to stop.” Mulder cracks open a sunflower
seed, realizing how hungry he is. With her kissing him and then convincing him
to go with her to her mother’s made him forget everything else. Like having
“About the time I
– never mind.” The kiss, he thinks, suppressing a smile. She certainly
shut him up with that.
“You mean the…
you know.” Here he is complaining that Scully doesn’t mention their foray
into new, more intimate territory and he finds himself shying away as well.
“It wasn’t fun,
Scully, I didn't… you started it. I just – then why did you ask me to come with
you to your mother’s? If I’m no fun.” Mulder sounds bitter; he tries not
to, but what can he do? He’s been wanting to kiss Scully for ages and when they
finally do, she hates it.
why,” she tells him, her voice even, her eyes on the road, “You made
fun of me. You know I thought you had something important to tell me and you
let me believe it, Mulder.” Oh, again. She wasn’t talking about the kiss
sorry. Your brother unnerves me,” he sees her nod in agreement, “He
said all these things and then when you finally showed up at the office I felt
like… I just wanted you to know there was something to come back to. As stupid
as it was.”
machine in accounting.”
“I realize it
wasn’t my brightest moment, Scully, but I had to say something.”
“But do you realize
that I hurried through lunch with my brother because I thought something
important was going on?”
Scully. What else can I say?”
“Next time your
exciting news turn out to be about kitchen appliances, tell me right away and
don’t make it a secret.”
defense,” Scully shoots him a look and Mulder ignores it, “I never
said it was exciting. I didn’t keep it a secret either. So that’s why I’m here?
“What’s the other
like to know.” Scully chuckles and Mulder adds it to his long, long list
of things they, apparently, don’t talk about.
Mulder doesn’t know
what he expected, but it’s not this. This is not, as Scully assured him earlier,
a small family gathering. This is dozens of people running around Mrs. Scully’s
“Oh Dana, you
made it!” A woman, who is almost as tall as Mulder, hugs Scully tightly.
“Mom made me
promise.” She replies with a soft smile. If only she would smile like this
“And who is this
nice young man, Dana?”
“This is Fox
Mulder. My partner,” she startles, “my friend,” Scully turns to
him, searching for the right word, “my work…” She trails off with a
confused hand gesture.
the large woman shakes his hand heartily, a huge grin on her face, “Maggie
told us so much about you. She didn’t say you were coming today!”
“Ah yes, I
cleared my schedule for this,” Mulder puts on what he hopes is a charming
smile, and judging from the woman’s face it works well enough, and sighs,
“I wanted to be here.”
lovely, Fox. I’m Dana’s aunt, Millicent.” She’s still holding his hand, he
realizes. “Now, go say hello to everyone else. I hope I’ll see you around,
Fox.” Aunt Millicent winks at him and Mulder blushes. When she’s out of
sight, Scully sighs audibly.
“So I’m your
work, huh?” Mulder bumps her shoulder playfully.
“Oh shut up,
Mulder. You know what I meant.” Scully doesn’t look at him, instead she
seems to look for someone else among all these small and not so small heads.
There’s a whirlwind of noises and voices surrounding them.
“Do I?” Scully
glances up at him, brows furrowed. Her mouth opens to say something when a loud,
distinctively male voice chimes:
Dana?” In a quick movement, Scully grabs Mulder’s coat sleeve and drags
him with her right into a room he’s never seen before. It’s dark, it’s small
and for the moment, surprisingly quiet. It could be a coat closet, he thinks, as
a soft fabric brushes against him.
what-” She puts her finger on his lips to quiet him. Not as effective as
her earlier mode of shutting him up, but it works. He’s not going to complain
that she’s touching him. Her finger is warm, it’s soft, and he just can’t help
himself; he kisses it. Scully’s eyes open wide, but she doesn’t take her finger
away, and so he kisses it again.
“Oh for fuck’s
sake, Mulder.” Her angry whisper shocks him, but even if he knew what to
say, he couldn’t. Scully’s lips find his again and this time he makes sure
she’s not cutting their kiss short. His arms tighten around her and hold her
close. She moans into his open mouth as one of his hands wanders up her spine.
“Why would they –
Dana! And Fox!” The door opens and their mouths separate with a loud
smack. Their arms still around each other they stare into the faces of Scully’s
mother, her brother and man Mulder doesn’t know. Oh well.
“I can never
unsee that.” Bill Scully mumbles shaking his head in disbelief.
“Why are you
hiding in here?” Maggie Scully, a laugh in her voice, opens the door wider
so they can step out. Mulder tries to secretly wipe at his mouth, but the nameless
guy watches him intently. As does Bill.
“Bill wanted to
introduce you to his Navy friend.” Now it’s Mulder who eyes the other man
warily. This is the guy Bill Scully told him about earlier in his office. On
his turf. This, he figures, is neutral ground. Not to mention that he just
kissed Scully for the second time in one day. That should count for something.
“This is Frank,”
the blond stranger waves awkwardly, uncertain if he should shake Scully’s hand,
“My friend I told you about earlier.” Bill finishes, his eyes full
engaged in a glaring match with his sister. For once Mulder is glad to not be
at the receiving end of that death stare.
“And what did I
tell you?” Her voice sounds like pure ice.
“I’m just asking
you to meet him. You don’t have to marry him.” Bill glances at Mulder, who
briefly considers hiding behind Scully or even her mother.
interested,” she tells him, “Sorry, Frank.” The man blushes
“It’s because of
him, isn’t it? I mean what you just did…”
mother’s voice warns him.
“That’s none of
“He has nothing
to offer you, Dana!”
“Bill, leave your
sister and Fox alone. Now come on, all of you. We’ve got a house full of
people. Behave yourselves.” Mulder watches as Scully raises her eyebrow as
if challenging her brother and of course, he bites.
“What is it about
him, Dana? He doesn’t love you.”
the last straw and Mulder can no longer keep quiet, “I do love your
sister. I love her more than I could ever put into words.”
me?” Out of the corner of his eye Mulder sees Mrs. Scully lead her son and
the ominous Frank away. Not that Mulder still cares. His eyes are on Scully,
and hers are on him. Right now, in a house full of people, they’re the only two
“Scully, I am not
drunk,” he begins, his voice slightly wavering, “I am not drugged
either. I am just me and I am in full capacity of my sanity,” Scully’s
eyebrow rises, “as much as is left of it anyway. So let me tell you that yes,
I love you. I am in love with you.”
nice,” Scully tells him and it’s only now that he notices how close they
are once again; like magnets drawn to each, he figures, “Because you know
“I love you,
No more words are
needed and so he kisses her again and again and again.
“c’mon red,” the skeleton pleaded, tugging him closer. “please! he’ll be back any minute!”
“but–we–i can’t just leave’im!”
“i’m gonna take you somewhere better, red. you’ll never have to hurt again!”
“sans, he’s my brother! i won’t go where he can’t follow!”
“red! he’s hurt you so many times! what makes you think he cares–”
“won’t you listen for a goddamm minute?!” The gold-toothed skeleton stood his ground. Rain poured around them. Sans stared at his hardened eye lights. Shit. “my bro has been good to me buddy. you have no right to just whisk me away to stars-knows-where like some romantic sap!” Sans’s grip tightened slightly around his slackened phalanges. Red jerked them away. “i ain’t goin’ with ya sans,” he said firmly. “and you can’t make me.”
The frown on Sans’s face lowered slightly then became a grin.
“what makes you think you have a choice?” Red’s brow ridge furrowed at the change of tone.
“sans what the hell.” The hoodie clad skeleton only laughed hollowly.
“i was hoping it wouldn’t come to this, but here we are.” His grin became a smirk as his left eyelight flared more yellow than blue. “now are we gonna do this the easy way, or the hard way?” Red backed away. His phalanges grabbed for his collar while his other hand drew near his chest.
“you–ya can’t do this sans!” he yelled over the rain. “you can’t take me from him!” Sans suddenly looked bored. And tired. Phalanges lightly covered his unseeing eye.
“don’t you get it red? i can,” he declared, “and i will. whether you like it or not.”
“no!” Red’s fists clenched and unleashed a flurry of red magic around him. “if you think you can just steal me away like a sack of G you’re wrong sans.” Sockets narrowed and what he spat out next actually hurt Sans’s feelings. “i was wrong bout you too ya’know. you’re no better than my brother.” Enraged, Sans threw blunt bones at him. Large enough to bruise and maybe knock out, but nothing sharp no. He wanted him intact. He wanted him alive.
“if you’re going to compare me to that manipulative bastard, then so be it,” he growled. The hoodie-clad skeleton really wanted to just knock him the fuck out and drag him to his universe, but Red was willful and less of a pushover than Sans. He’d never let his guard down now. Not after he betrayed him like that.
“if anyone’s a manipulative bastard, it’s you sans!” Red magic glowed from his metacarpals. “you’ve lied to me!” A blast billowed toward the skeleton in blue, but he had the sense to dodge. “about you, your brother–your universe! haven’t you!” The magic surrounding him attacked faster, and the blue hooded skeleton was starting to have trouble keeping up. Sans didn’t know Red had it in him. “and the worst lie you’ve ever told?” Multiple Gaster Blasters materialized as his eyelights fiercely glowed red. “was when you told me you loved me.”
Sans eye lights shrank as he was caught in the blasts. Red couldn’t hear him now through the dust.
“i’ve always loved you, red.”
So he didn’t convince him this time. Sans shrugged as he stared at the Select Screen in front of him. The ominous Continue and Reset that he’d seen many times before glowered over him. Distal phalanges twitched over the yellow S. He’ll just try again in the next reset.
in one of the stills from episode 7, archie and jughead are sitting around a table with their fathers and a friend pointed out that it looks like they’re both introducing their boyfriend to their dad AND I CAN’T UNSEE IT!!
can you imagine? fred being really awkward “so forsythe what are your intentions with my son?” and archie getting so embarassed like “ omg DAD WHAT THE HELL”