#friendship fluff

[sweet-evie]

SaShiSu first impression headcanons... but more Shoko, because I love her to bits. 💖

On the first day they met (likely on the first day of school during their first year), I like to think Shoko had her moment of, "Oh, I have two very attractive classmates."

She might have (just a teeny bit) entertained the idea of what it would look like if she ended up dating one of them. It's nothing serious -- just a hypothetical thought from a teenage girl honestly, and she recalls that same thought decades later and laughs at the naivety.

Because after the first time Satoru opened his mouth and started talking and being his obnoxious teen self, 15-year-old Shoko was like, "Ew." 👀😷

Suguru's better and more tolerable, but there's a reason why he and Satoru get along too well, you know. Suguru can be a two-faced asshole and easily goes along with Satoru's brattiness.

Plus, as the three of them got closer, Shoko found herself going along with and getting dragged into the most ridiculous situations.

And in the end, Shoko is like, "I'm never falling in love with either of these idiots."

She loves them for sure... But it's like the way you're fond of your annoying siblings, you know. (They're both technically younger than her too -- by a couple of months, but it still counts.)

Shoko has seen their good, their bad, their ugly.

And in another life, in another world, the three of them are best friends forever -- friends until they're old and gray. 👨‍🦳👩‍🦳👨‍🦳

They probably whack each other with their walking sticks.

[daceydeath]

[9:02pm]

Pairing: Hybrid Seungmin x Reader (friends only) Word Count: 1.1k Genre: Fluff lots of fluff Warnings: swearing. Requested (hope it lives up to expectation)

Seungmin had changed after that afternoon you had been caught in the rain, he was more affectionate when you were in public but also more protective. Although admittedly most people wouldn't notice the small gestures like always guiding you by touching your lower back, or standing closer to you when you were out in public. It wasn't unpleasant quite the opposite in fact, although you adored your sharp witted savage friend who would tease relentlessly while making you laugh this new slightly more affectionate friend who was still willing to be utterly savage made you closer than before.

"Seung?" you mused looking at him from where you were laying on the couch in his apartment "Your room mates know about you right?".

"Well yeah, the guys have been friends with me for as long as you and I have so I trust them" he shrugged his sweet floppy ears flicking softly and going back to the video game he was playing.

"Then why didn't you tell me until you had no choice?" you questioned not sure if you felt offended that they knew and you didn't for such a long time.

"It was different, we don't live together" he explained easily flicking his hair from his face.

"Is that the only reason then?" you narrowed your eyes at him knowing that he was holding something back anytime he flicked his hair that way, his tell obvious from the day you met him.

"Well yeah" he spluttered pausing the game to look at you "Why would you think there would be any other reason?" his eyes darted between your eyes and the wall behind you making you smirk while you sat up and crossed your arms across your chest in fake annoyance.

"You do know I can always tell when you hide something Seung" you laugh at his feeble attempt to not tell you the whole truth, he pouted then when that appeared to have no effect of you he rolled his eyes discarding the controller and moving closer to you still sitting on the floor but now leaning against the front of the couch looking away from you.

"I didn't want to lose you" he mumbled "you're different".

"You're my best friend too Seung" you smiled reaching out subconsciously to pet his ears his head leaning into your hand.

"It's more than that, you're special to me and I would never want to lose you" he whispered before pausing and clearing his throat "but if you tell anyone that I will deny I ever said it".

"Your secret is safe with me Seung, I swear I will never tell anyone you think I'm special" you giggled while still stroking his hair and ears. "Oh I remember what I wanted to ask you" you sat up crossing your legs on the cushions.

"Shoot" He sighed good-naturedly a lopsided smile on his face.

"Do you only have ears? or do you have a tail as well?" you chirped, you hadn't really asked any questions about the whole hybrid matter after he told you hoping that he would just open up to you but it hadn't really happened. "Do you have a super good sense of smell, or hearing or sight?" You looked at him as he flopped his head back onto the sofa cushions laughing silently.

"You're cute" he chuckled "How long have you been waiting to ask that?"

"A little while" you admitted sheepishly hiding your face from him.

"Well I have a tail that I keep hidden all the time, and I'm not a superhero I don't have any superhuman abilities you dunce" He laughed loudly now making you join in.

"So there is nothing else to being a hybrid than having a tail and ears?" you giggled.

"Well I can smell different things to humans like hormone fluctuations, adrenaline and that sort of thing but I can't smell pizza from 8 blocks away or anything like that and even then I can only sense it if it's really strong" he explained casually trying to make it easy for you to understand "But I can't sense danger, or the future or anything magical you fool".

"Why do you hide your tail from me?" you grinned as he rolled his eyes at you.

"It's not just you it's everyone" he sighed knowingly "and it's because it can embarrass me very easily".

"Why would it embarrass you more than your ears?" you asked, the penny not dropping which just made him look more flustered.

"Because it...wags when I'm happy" he groaned his face flushing as your jaw dropped, you belatedly realized that of course it would wag Seungmin was a dog hybrid and now you felt like an idiot.

"I'm sorry Seung. That was a dumb question" you whined feeling a bit stupid and embarrassed.

"It's fine, really, I just find it easier to hide it than have it give away what I'm thinking the ears do that enough" he chuckled as he saw the look on your face as you contemplated what to say next.

"Can I see your tail?" you queried as cutely as you could pouting at him with your best doe eyes.

"You're laying on thick huh? How am I supposed to resist that?" he whined sighing heavily as he got up. "Wait here I need to change out of these jeans if you really want me to show you" trudging out of the loungeroom to his bedroom. You waited patiently for 5 minutes, then 10 minutes and Seungmin still hadn't returned from his room so you got up and walked down the hall and knocked on his door.

"Hey Seung, if you don't want to you don't have to I understand" you called through the door not hearing any response you turned the door handle and open the door a crack to repeat yourself only to have it pulled from your hand as the door opened fast and you fell forward into Seungmin's arms knocking him backwards.

"Are you ok?" Seungmin asked as he caught you both and righted himself.

"Yeah, I'm ok" you huffed looking at the floor.

"You sure?" he asked again softer than the first time.

"I am I'm sorry I burst into your room and tried to knock you over I just wanted to tell you that you don't have to show me anything if you don't want to I'll stop asking questions" you whispered starting to feel shy that he was still holding you tightly against him.

"I want to show you, I trust you" he whispered back playfully letting you go and stepping back so you could look at him. He had changed out of his sweater and jeans and was now in an oversized white t-shirt and black sweatpants. As he did you immediately noticed the dark brown tail that was slowly moving behind him your eyes going wide.

"So cute" you squeaked subconsciously reached out to pet it, the fur soft beneath your fingers.

"No you are cute" he grinned looking at you fondly pleased that you seemed to have not heard him.

A/N: So I felt like more fluffy cuteness today. Any likes, comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated as always you guys are my favorite people xx

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[shebeafancyflapjack]

Sleepover

(Set shortly after @idiotwithanipad 's A Little Light)

"Hey, I'm back! Told you it wouldn't be...." Amy stopped in her tracks as she passed through the door, frowning and looking around; "Wait..."

"It's not quite finished yet! Just hold on."

Silver held her hands in front of her, closing her eyes and concentrating as hard as she could.

Cheap metal dissolved around a single divan covered in a moave bedspread decorated with stars and moons, with purple and black fluffy pillows against the headboard, along with a dog-eared and well-cuddled Simba plushie.

The Neo Pagan sighed, looking well and truly spent, as if she'd been moving all the furniture around by hand instead of her mind.

"There! I think that's it. As good as I can remember." She smiled at the returning image of her friend, who she still couldn't quite believe she could see and speak too again.

Amy blinked at the room. A rather stark contrast to the dark and damp little chamber they'd conversed in before.

"You...redecorated?"

"Yeah! Took me a couple of tries to figure it out but, well, like I kept telling you guys - I'm a lucid dreamer! And you can astral project, which is so fucking awesome, let's make the most of it!"

Silver was bouncing on the toes of her boots once again, having clearly leapt right to the other extreme of her personality, following Amy's visit and messages from Mary. They'd brought the sparkle back into the witchling's eyes and the color to her cheeks.

She fiddled with the sheafs on her hands as she watched Amy inspect the room.

"There's...a lot of stuff. Holy shit."

She ran a finger up a CD tower that came up past her waist. Then peered at a collection of books on a shelf above a hefty old computer tucked in the corner. Every inch of the lilac walls were covered with posters of Buffy, Linkin Park, Avril Lavigne, Evanescence, Green Day and some other bands and movies Amy didn't recognise.

On the nightstand beside the bed was the smallest witches' altar set up, with a little goddess statue between two black wax candles, and a photo of a dark haired man crouching beside a girl with short brown hair clutching a three month old puppy in her arms.

"Silv. Is this your room?"

The Pagan nodded; "Yeah. Hope you don't mind, it's just...you showed me yours, I wanted to show you mine."

"Shit. You never said you were rich?!"

"I...What? I wasn't rich!" Silver scoffed, blushing a bit.

Maybe her family could be called 'Lower Middle Class', but...

Oh crap. Did Amy think she was showing off? That wasn't what she was going for at all.

But her friend just laughed; "Dude, look at all this stuff! You got computer and a TV in your room! You got a library of books and disks! No wonder you never smoked, you must never have been bored."

Silver chuckled at that.

"And look at that! It's like something off the set of Star Wars." The girl was gawping at her blue lava lamp next to the computer; "And what's this? Is some kinda witchy crystal ball?"

She struggled not to double over as Amy looked over the sphere containing a lines of pink electricity dancing out from the ball in the centre.

"It's a plasma ball, you twit! Put your finger on it!"

Amy did so, her mouth forming an 'O' as the lights commented to her fingertip.

"Ooh! Cool! Alison should get one of these for...."

They both locked eyes, Silver gripping the fluff of her blanket. Amy cleared her throat and moved away from the ball.

"Okay, just to be clear - most of the things you're seeing were second hand." Explained Silver, changing the subject; "The computer is like...three years old? My brother gave it to me after he got his laptop, and the fan on it sounds like a jet engine. Same with the TV, which has a VHS tape stuck in that no one can get out."

"A V-what?"

"Those dvds shaped like rectangles."

"Oh, right." Amy nodded; "Still, c'mon. It's a pretty sweet room, that's all I'm saying."

Silver shrugged; "Yeah, well...It was the one area in the house that was mine and I could do what I wanted in." She sat down on the divan, running her finger over the soft purple blanket at the foot; "Every time I stepped outside or tried to watch tv in the living room, my family made me feel like shit. So if it was better to stay in here, needed to make it cosy, y'know. And...I guess I was lucky enough to have enough money to do it up how I wanted."

"See? Rich cow!" Amy teased.

"It was my Dad's life insurance."

Her friend pursed her lips at that; "Oh. Fuck. Sorry."

"S'fine. Mum...my living Mum, was at least decent enough to give me an allowance for my chores." Silver confessed, "Wasn't much use for anything else mums are meant to do, but guess I can be grateful she never let me starve...I did that all to myself."

Amy took a seat on the bean bag chair stuffed in the corner next to the little grey box of a TV behind her.

"Wanna talk self harm? Try topping ripping your own skin off till your arteries are on display."

Silver stared at her with eyes like a rabbit in headlights. It made Amy snort.

"Relax! Mary stopped me. And it's not like I was in any real danger...Just kinda needed that release, you know?" She admitted, "It's...not been easy for me. There."

"But...you said you were okay? I thought were in like....Heaven?"

"I am, we are...It's just not playing harps on clouds like in the cartoons. Thank fuck because that sounds boring as shit. It's just...It's really hard to describe." Her friend frowned; "It's like a living dream. Mary and Annie keep telling me it's a paradise...and yeah it looked pretty amazing when I first arrived. But it's also like...whatever you want it to be? And...well I guess, moody bitch that I am, being separated from you and Humphrey, I wanted..."

"...Hell?" Asked Silver.

Amy snorted; "Trust me to be the one stupid cow that could ruin Heaven!"

Silver wished she could nudge her friend or give her a half-hearted hug. She watched Amy's fingers smooth over bean bag cover.

Humming, curious, she grabbed her Lion King plushie and chucked it at the other girl's head.

"Hey! What the...?" She exclaimed, frowning as the beloved teddy fell into her lap.

"Just wanted to test a theory." Silver grinned.

"Cow. What did Simba do to deserve that?"

"Collateral damage." She shrugged, then looked down at her lap; "Speaking of....Did you see your dad?"

Amy went quiet, stroking the patch of fur on Simba's head, matted after many trips in the washing machine.

She nodded, a twitch of a smile on her lips.

"It's okay. You don't have to tell me about it. It's between you two."

"Thanks, mate." Said Amy, her voice breaking a little.

Silver could still see pain on her friend's face. It was enough to surmise that, even if making that connection had helped Amy a little, it was still agony to be separated from him. Understandable. As grateful as she was to have this 'crossing' to interact with her best mate again, her absence would still be felt when she woke up.

"And....Robin?" She couldn't hide the distaste in her voice as she said that name.

Amy shook her head; "Not yet. I'm still...getting the hang of how to do this with different people. Reaching Dad was a bit tougher than you. S'like you put up less walls for me to break through than he had around him."

Made sense. Humphrey had quite literally shut himself off from the others, both emotionally and locking himself in Amy's room.

"And when I tried to look in on Robin...well. Let's just say there's not so much walls around his head, more like a cave. In a mountain. On fucking Mars."

"Should've seen that coming." Silver clicked her tongue; "Well don't feel the need to rush on my account."

The dejected monotone sound of her voice caught Amy's attention.

"What really happened, Silv?" She asked, "I only know what Mary said he did."

She shrugged; "Not much else to say."

"I know, but...It's Robin, you know? Our Robin. Big, silly, fluffy, man-puppy Robin who loves practical jokes and dispensing random wisdom!"

"Maybe we don't know him as well as we thought?" Silver mused, looking at her thin lavender curtains, "I mean...the dude has killed people. To survive, sure, but there was also that thing with Hat. And you know he was all on board for killing Alison, to start. Then again, so was Mary, so maybe I just have a habit of attracting problematic parental figures..."

"Maybe. But...they do love you though. I'm sure of that. Or at least, I am with Mary. I just can't imagine Robin..."

"Might be easier to show you. Then you can come up to your own conclusions."

Silver reached into the drawer of random crap in the table next to her bed and fished out a remote.

Closing her eyes, she clutched the device between her palms and focused, as she had when manifesting the items in the bedroom.

Pressing the On button, she pointed it towards the fat TV, which lit up with a burst of static, before showing a first person POV of Robin, looking straight at the screen. Amy moved from the bean bag chair over to the edge of the bed.

Silver pressed the rewind button, to show the context of what occurred in the build up to their fight.

Humphrey's body clinging to her. Their silent communication as they sat listening to Cap's long winded story.

Then Robin bringing in Humphrey's head. Humphrey's heart visibly breaking.

Silver lashing out at the others as they stared at her in judgement. The way they turned their backs to walk away.

Humphrey asking her to leave him alone. Both of him.

And all the while, Robin standing there in the corner. Watching.

In the bedroom, Silver said nothing as the argument played out again, letting Amy watch it for herself. Her plea to know why Robin had to do it like that. Robin's assertion it was for her own good. The escalating shouts. She cringes, feeling a little bad, knowing how much her friend hates arguments. It seems longer than she remembered it, too.

More swearing. More hurtful accusations. Then Robin looking as bestial as either of them have known as he's there, in her face, telling her about what Mary did. Then Silver's slap knocking him back. The flash of regret on his weathered face.

Then the screen goes blank, and they're back staring at a grey mirror of themselves.

"....Shit. That was brutal..." Amy gulped, having tugged her hoodie up at some point during the raised voices.

It hadn't helped Silver feel any better to watch the replay.

"Maybe...maybe I shouldn't have said that thing about him forgetting how to be human." She winced; "You know he can get pretty sensitive when someone calls him an animal-."

"Bullshit!" Amy cut her off; "You were right to call him out for that, acting all high and mighty, making out like that was the right thing when all it did was make you and Dad feel even more shitty! It's no excuse for him breaking his promise to Mary and letting you think she didn't...Well. You can tell him yourself that's a load of crap, straight from the woman herself!"

Silver smiled at that, feeling a warmth in her chest as she remembered Mary's last message to her.

Amy tossed Simba back into her arms.

"Don't worry. Leave the annoying fluff to me. He'll be grovelling for your forgiveness by the time I'm done with him."

Silver shook her head, giving the plushie a hug; "Honestly....I really don't give a toss about Robin. You just saw my perspective there. I'm sure he has his own reasons for what he said but...I just can't be bothered to care."

Despite the words, her tone was no longer defeated or hopeless.

"I'm just excited to wake up and nag Julian to call Alison. So I can get the paperwork done and officially be Silver Guppy. Hehehe." She grinned, looking well and truly like a giddy teenager as she sat cross-legged on her childhood bed; "And I'm gonna talk to Humphrey. Whole Humphrey. He's the one who I hurt and the one whose feelings I care about helping right now."

"He's not mad at you. You know that, right?" Amy assured.

"I know, but...I'm mad at me. He can take as long as he wants to forgive me, I can accept that. But I wanna try and be there for him. Both parts." She explained; "You know, before this whole mess, I went to visit him in your room, his head bit....We actually had a really sweet moment. I gave him space after because I thought that's what he wanted, but-."

"Word of advice? Humphrey's not the sort of guy who asks for attention. Especially when he really needs it." Said Amy.

"So he's like....the Anti-Thomas?"

"Pretty much."

They both laughed at that. Silver felt a little more confident about facing the Tudor when she awoke now. She'd dedicate the rest of her afterlife to trying to look after him in Amy's absence if she needed to, whether he thought of her as a friend or not. He deserved better than to be left alone in the dark.

A fate she knew all too well.

"How much longer do you have?" Silver asked her friend.

"As long as you want. Time works roughly the same up there as the old world...but dreams are weird."

"Preaching to the choir." She smiled; "...Wanna play some games?"

"Sure. What you got?"

Silver shuffled forward and retrieved a purple cube with a handle from a cabinet, setting it out and unravelling many tangled black wires.

"What is that?!" Amy pointed at the box.

"It's a Gamecube! The best console ever! Please tell me Nintendo still existed when you died."

"Oh, is it like...an old Wii?"

"Dude, the Wii was literally just a Gamecube with motion controls." She said, having watched Mike play some Mariokart with his friend Obi one time. "Here, this is a classic. The first Resident Evil, remade!"

She pressed the button and brought the wired controller up onto the bed, the two girls laying on their front on the edge of bed.

"Damn, check out those graphics. It's like watching the first Toy Story." Amy commented.

"Oi, this was like cutting edge realism in my day!"

"Dude, you can see all the angles on their jackets. And all those rocks in the background are blurred together."

"Shut up or I won't let you shoot any zombies!"

Funny enough, in life she'd never had a friend come up to her room to play video games with her. Even her brother wasn't interested, preferring to stick to playing GTA on his own console. Silver watched, amused, as Amy took the controller for the first part, controlling Jill Valentine as she explores the zombie infested mansion.

Quietly, she sent a prayer up to whatever god had blessed her with this chance to still spend time with her friend, despite being separated by two worlds. For a brief moment, her heart panged for Robin, who she doubted in all these years had a chance to speak to those he lost. Then the sympathy passed; perhaps that was what happened when you built a literal cave around your heart.

She would never let herself become that. Never shut herself off from feeling what it means to be human. To love, to lose, to grieve, to make silly mistakes with the best of intentions. She'd take friendship over cold, hard wisdom any day.

"Fucking TWAT!" Amy cursed as she failed to shoot one creature in time as it grabbed Jill and sunk it's teeth into her neck; "What is up with this shit camera?! This game is rigged!"

"We can play Animal Crossing if you prefer?"

"Fuck off, I'm blowing this assholes head off." She said, determined, making Silver giggle.

[justsomerandomfanfic]

Can I have a platonic Ewan McGregor and Keanu Reeves matchup?

I am a 20 yr old lesbian who has natural brown hair but I dye it (currently light pink),brown eyes, anxiety,depression,ADHD,autism,and 2 anxiety disorders

Likes

Yellow,Sweaters,Music (70's-mid 00's),True Crime,Flowers,Animals,Writing,Sweets,Food,Video Games,Movies,Stuffed Animals,Blankets,Cosplay,Weed,Incense,Tattoos,Friends,and Family

Hates

Spiders,Bullying,Yelling,Racism,Abuse,Snakes,Any type of pain,Sexism,Being Alone,Loud Noises,Not being good enough,Lying,Homophobia,Hot weather,Being sick,Transphobia,Being used, Arguing,and any type of Addiction

Thank you for requesting another matchup!!! <33

Ewan McGregor;

Obi-Wan Kenobi:

🌟 You were a jedi just like Obi-Wan, joining him on missions and adventures with his Padawan, Anakin

🌟 You became the best of friends real quick, always having each other's back, and always making sure each other are alright after each mission

🌟 Before, when you first met him, you became his Padawan, and Obi taught you everything; he was surprised how quickly you accomplished everything, becoming a Jedi just as quick

🌟 Upon becoming a jedi you were gifted your chance to find/choose a saber crystal, in which you immediately chose the yellow one; resulting your saber to be bright yellow

🌟 You and Obi would go to restaurants and other foodie places when you had nothing to do, you were both always wary of others, but always had a great time

🌟 Sometimes when you feel too overwhelmed, Obi is there to calm you down, whether hugging you or meditating with you, he's always there

🌟 When Anakin joined the two of you, he instantly became your brother from another mother, always pranking Obi with you and sometimes fooling around

🌟 You'd fly with Obi sometimes, though he hated doing it, you'd make sure Anakin didn't do anything drastic if he was flying though; don't want Obi to get sick

🌟 On some missions, before you both go to bed, he'd watch the stars with your or go for a walk with you through a sunflower-ish garden

🌟 Obi is the bestest friend you could ever have, and you could always rely on him

--

Keanu Reeves;

John Wick:

🔫 You met John when he came back into working as a Hitman, as a hitman yourself, you were sometimes paired with him on certain hitman-y missions

🔫 He was sort of closed off at first when you met, but after a while he grew to like you a bit, even giving you advice on fighting techniques

🔫 When he did try and teach you, you'd practice and spar together, impressing each other with how good you were

🔫 One time he actually complimented you, and that made you really happy that you broke down his walls a bit, though he was still quite and sometimes brooding, you were glad to have him as your friend

🔫 Sometimes, when you went on hitman missions together, which was rare, you'd have a blast taking the baddies down

🔫 And sometimes, when either of you get hurt or something, you both fix each other up; no matter how stubborn John got (sometimes you'd braid his hair, rarely)

🔫 You and John are amazing working together, fighting baddies and taking them down with ease, as if it was both second nature and some dark dance for you

🔫 On the rare chance you have a day or two off, you and John would go get tea or coffee, talking out work discreetly and sometimes about your personal lives; John found out how much you love sweaters

🔫 You even got to meet his dog, Dog; you loved that Pitbull and would die for him

🔫 You were so glad you had a friend like John, someone who sort of understood you and always had your back

[jurassicsickfics]

Best friends being as close as humanly possible without actually becoming a couple is 🩷

1: forehead and cheek kisses when the other is upset

2: cute pet names like honey, baby, pumpkin...

3: caring for each other when sick, not giving a crap if they catch it

4: practically living together and their practically family in each other's families

5: being constantly mistaken for siblings because they're never apart

6: knowing each other better than their own parents do

7: being able to communicate without saying a word, through body language and facial expressions

8: will literally shove the other's parents/partner to the side when they're crying because they and everyone knows they can comfort them better than anyone else could ever dream to

9: having shared trauma that they help each other through

10: having absolutely no filters when together and will tell each other absolutely anything, no matter how personal

[annestie]

Reform Unfrosts The Heart

Summary: Loki goes to another "team bonding" activity and meets an intriguing teen boy.

Pairing: Loki & Peter (Platonic)

Word Count: 1,189

Notes: Shocking, isn't it? Another non-avatar fic. Two of my closest friends just happen to have the same fandom preferences and b-days a week apart lol.

This is a gift for one of my closest friends. Frost, yes the title is bit of a pun on what we call you. In the years I've known you, I have definitely thought a lot more about burning people in Ikeas than before and you always got some good recs (that I will eventually get to lmao). I hope you lovely birthday and party (tomorrow). I'm so happy to give this to you, I tried my best with the prompt and I hope you like it too!

This was very fun to write, I'm slowly crawling into this fandom one birthday fic at a time!

Loki and the Avengers have a complicated relationship to say the least. It probably stems from him trying to take over the world and nearly accomplishing it. Though, now they aren’t friends per say, you could hardly even say acquittances, but Loki doesn’t wear handcuffs just to be around them anymore.

Thor even sometimes brings him around for what he calls “team bonding” which so far has been mostly terrible movies and equally terrible boardgames. Loki would skip any and all of them for the entire future but rather unfortunately if he doesn’t go, he’ll have to stay with the even more annoying ones in Asgard with no Thor to distract them.

Though this time is different. A dinner. Finally something Loki could enjoy. That isn’t to say that he will or would but there is now a possibility he may.

Thor has them use the Bifrost to get to the tower. Loki could have teleported them though he is apparently not trusted with “such magic items” around the Avengers and if he wishes to stay in their good graces, his scepter shall be as far away from him when they’re around. Reform is horrible.  

They land just outside Avengers tower. Scarring those walking nearby. Thor forces them to use the elevator as well, saying they need to act more like those around them. The dreaded thing. It climbs ever so slowly to the top, though Loki has been told that this one is faster than others. At the very least, they have one specifically for them and the Avengers, so they needn’t to stop for others.

Loki can’t imagine that causing panic would be the best, sure he’s reformed but the people don’t know that. Plus he really doesn’t need to see his brother fawned over more. He has heard the word “selfie” too many times the last visits.

When the elevator finally stops, the two immediately step out and begin towards the kitchen, where chaos is.

Apparently, there hadn’t been a chosen cook. Instead four of them are simply running around the kitchen like chickens with their heads cut off as they attempt to make enough food for what Loki presumes are Thor and Roger which ends up looking like enough for an army.

Loki ignores this, walking past the mess of a kitchen and towards the living room where he’ll undoubtedly spend quite a bit of his time while the food is being prepared. In the living room, he finally finds something of interest.

“Can I go out?” A younger boy asks, no older than his late teens.

“You know the agreement, finish the homework,” Stark, surprisingly, responds, his arms folded as he looks at the boy. He looks almost father-like.

Which is strange for the last time Loki was brought here, he doesn’t’ remember a child though fairly this child seems intent on leaving so perhaps he simply wasn’t here. Loki discretely listens closer.

“I did it earlier,” The boy says with a smile.

Sighing, Stark nods his head. “Alright but come back for dinner. You know May hates when you don’t eat.”

“Thanks!” The boy yells as he rushes off.

Raising an eyebrow, Loki turns to Thor. “Who was that?” Loki asks. “Beside Stark, the child.”

“Ah!” Thor says, wrapping an arm around Loki’s shoulders. “Peter. He lives here. Sometimes. The team has a bet going on if he’s Stark’s son.”

“Bet?”

“Neither claim relation but both act as father and son,” Thor explains.

Loki hums. Finally something to entertain his stays in this tower. “How do I join this bet?”

Dinner comes around. The table set and the food all put out and all they’re waiting for is the child, Peter, at the insistence of Stark, and Barton, who is not a child yet has failed to show up on time.

Though Loki has been stealing bites ever since he sat down at the table, even reformed he has to keep some level of mischief. And, yes, it has come down to stealing bites of food.  

Peter is the first to get to the table. He rushes out of the elevator and immediately takes his spot next to Stark which happens to be across from Loki. He makes his apologies, saying that something had come up.

Suddenly and quite dramatically, Barton enters the room, obviously furious. “What did you do to my hearing aid?!” he yells to Stark as he points to his now elf shaped ear.

Stark immediately burst out laughing. “I didn’t do anything but how does it feel having your true form, Legolas?” he says, amused.

“Do you like it?” Peter asks Barton with a huge smile.

This causes the ‘elf’ to pause. The anger that was once coming off him in waves, gone. “You did this?” Barton asks, slowly.

“Yeah! I had some extra parts and I thought it would be nice,” Peter explains.

Barton looks conflicted as he takes his seat at the table. “It looks great, kid.”

Loki tilts his head as he looks at the sly grin making its way onto Peter’s face, an idea already forming in his mind. Perhaps these visits needn’t be so boring and perhaps the God of mischief could finally regain a bit of his favorite pastime back.

Having to enlist a teenager to help him get away with mischief is not something Loki thought he would have to resort to. But he also thought he would never reform. So, maybe the unlikely isn’t that unlikely.

Either way, whether Loki is proud of it or not, he ends up alone with Peter just a bit after dinner though before Thor is done with socializing.

“Starkson,” Loki calls the child. He had joined the bet a little before dinner and, after seeing the two interact and the ways Stark once lived, saw the possibility of their relation.

“Uh,” Peter says as he looks up at Loki, confused. “Loki, sir?” Rather polite, unusual for a Stark but maybe he takes from his mother more.

“What you did to Barton was amusing,” Loki states. “Perhaps, you wish to learn more.”

“What?”

“You have a knack for not getting in trouble and the others don’t exactly trust me. I could teach you my tricks, guide you and help you enact them,” Loki explains.

Peter’s brain sort of short circuits at this point. It’s not only because Loki is apparently calling him ‘Starkson’, he honestly thought that was a Thor thing, but it seems more Asgardian now. Also, it’s the fact that Loki, a God, not someone Peter thought he would have any type of relationship with, has just offered to be his mischief mentor. A mentor to specifically prank the Avengers. Absolutely absurd.

“I do,” Peter immediately says. Because when the God of mischief offers to be your mentor, you don’t decline that offer. You never decline that offer even when it’s a past enemy, turned reformed prankster(?), of the world’s heroes.

Loki smiles. “I have much to teach you then.”

And like that an unlikely alliance is formed, readying to rain terror on the Avengers and anyone unlucky enough to be in the path.

[demigods-posts]

headcanon that percy and annabeth's ability to wordlessly communicate on the battlefield isn't because of years of training as soldiers. but because their signals are just layers upon layers of inside jokes. like, annabeth makes a finger gun motion toward a monster and everyone thinks she's telling percy to shoot it. except only he knows she's actually directing him to throw something the size of burrito at it. or, percy making a slit-throat motion toward an annoying camper and everyone thinks he telling annabeth to hurt them. but only she knows he's actually asking her to insult the camper so badly that the insult cuts to the bone.

[thepromptswhisperer]

Responses to "Careful, or I will fall for you."

“Careful, or I might catch you when you do.”

“I hear the landing is rough.”

“Oh, the horror.”

“Haha. Yeah… That would be bad.”

“Had I known you were this easy, I would have done that long ago.”

“If you haven’t already, I think we’re safe.”

“You’re jesting.” “...Yes.” “Good.”

“You’re just saying things.”

“That would be a long fall, I’m afraid. Not sure your heart could take it.”

“You've been threatening me with that for years now."

“Don’t expect me to do anything nice for you ever again.”

“That’s what gets you going?” “Hey. No judging." 

“We always knew that day would come.”

“Rather sounds like you’d be enamored with what I have to offer, and not with… who I am.”

“With how clumsy you are, I’m surprised it hasn’t already happened.”

“How about you stop flirting with me and pay attention to your surroundings inste—?” “Ouch.”

“Please. You’re already halfway in love with me. Just admit it.”

“...Would that be so awful?”

“You’ll be fine. I’ll buy you some knee pads.” “Knee pads but no helmet?” “If you’re falling for me, you’ve already taken a hit to the head.”

[alpha-canis-major]

James:*accidentally walking into Regulus* Oh hey Reg, how are you?

Regulus:*scowling* watch where you're going Potter

Later

James: I just don't think he likes me Moons, and I don't know what to do with myself because I like him so so so much

Remus: It'll be alright Prongs, and maybe it's better this way so Sirius doesn't kill you

James: Yeah, maybe

Meanwhile

Regulus: I just like him so much

Evan: We know

Regulus: Every single thought I have is about him

Barty: Yes, we know

Regulus: I wish he would just slam me against the wall and have his way with me

Dorcas: Regulus you say this every single day we are aware

Regulus: He's just so ARRRGGGAAARRGGGG and I want to EAT him I need this man biblically he makes me feral

[ericshoney]

Mini Matt ~ Sturniolo Triplets

You and the Sturniolo's had been close even before you were born. Your father was close with Jimmy and when the triplets were born, two years before you, your father and Jimmy still stayed friends, resulting in you having three protective friends who were practically brothers.

As you grew up with the triplets, many people noticed yours and Matt's personalities were very similar, resulting in you gaining the nickname, Mini Matt.

You lived with the triplets in LA, your father letting you move out after you finished school. You had a good following on TikTok as well.

At the moment, you were just chilling on the sofa, scrolling through your phone, waiting on the boys to get ready as you planned a day out. Nick was first to come down, greeting you cheerfully.

"Hey bub!" He exclaimed, joining you on the sofa.

"Hi Nick." You replied casually.

"Anywhere in particular you want to go today?" He asked.

"Not really." You answered.

Nick nodded and soon you were joined by Matt and Chris. The four of you made your way to the car and within the first few minutes of driving, Chris and Nick were arguing about where to go. You looked at Matt, who looked back at you through the mirror, both of you rolling your eyes at the two.

"Will you two shut the fuck up." You said, interrupting them both.

"Yeah it's getting annoying, we've only been in the car for a few minutes." Matt added.

"Alright moody duo." Chris mumbled, as he looked out the window. Nick rolled his eyes as the car fell into a comfortable silence, music playing softly.

After some more quiet driving, you four soon arrived at the mall, finally settling on a destination. When you got out, you walked alongside Matt, both Nick and Chris rushing ahead.

"Let's get food!" Chris exclaimed, as you and Matt reached him and Nick.

"I agree, we missed breakfast." Nick said.

"Ha! You agree with me!" Chris shouted, sticking his tongue out at Nick. Both you and Matt shook your heads.

When you found a place you all wanted to eat, Nick ordered for you all as you found a table to sit at.

"You two aren't very chatty today." Nick mentioned as you all sat to eat.

"Nothing much to say." You said.

"Hard when you two are screaming like fucking monkeys." Matt said.

The two just laughed as you ate. What else made them laugh was the two of you were eating and drinking the exact same thing. Not only was your personality similar to Matt's, so was your eating habits.

"How can you prefer that over Pepsi?" Chris questioned, pointing to your root beer.

"Just do." You answered shortly.

"Alright Mini Matt." He said.

You rolled your eyes but secretly loved the nickname. It made you feel included by the triplets.

"Just cause I prefer root beer over Pepsi and don't say muc-" You began to say but got interrupted by Chris.

"Oh Mini Mattitude!" He shouted, making Nick laugh.

"What?" Matt questioned.

"She has Mini Mattitude!" Chris repeated.

"You have Mattitude and she's a mini version of you." Nick explained, making Matt nod slowly as he looked at you.

"Fucking buffoon." You grumbled, sipping your root beer, making the trio all laugh, but you wouldn't have it any other way.

[sweet-evie]

The oldest sibling who could do no wrong: Shoko

The chaotic middle child: Satoru

The precious baby 👶: Suguru

It tickles me that Suguru is canonically the baby of the trio. The other two are 1989 and Suguru is 1990. 🥳

[mellosdrawings]

Hii!! So sorry for going on an absolute spree liking all of your posts ;; your art style is super expressive & I love the way you use crosshatching! As well as all your headcanons (you are so real abt cane user azul, i didnt realize how many cards he's sitting in!!)

I was curious, do you have any headcanons with Ruggie & Jamil? Especially with your N2 squad theories and their canon interactions durin GloMas, I'd love to see what you think of them~

First, never apologize for any liking/reblog/other spree, you have no idea how happy it makes me to have someone like what I do so much that they dig into my previous stuff!

And thank you so much for the compliments I'm ansbsjsbsjsn about them 💕

For Ruggie and Jamil, I have a whole bunch of different headcanons depending on the situations.

First their GloMas interaction gave me life. I found it so perfect, just the two of them finally letting their inner gremlins take over without worrying about their image. It was PERFECT !

I also love that their Signature Spells have the same "manipulation" base, but Ruggie is about the body while Jamil is about the mind. (I usually love adding Jade to the mix with his ability to force the truth out of others. I call the three of them the "Manipulation Gang". I'd love to see the three of them actually gang up some day.)

Jamil and Ruggie also have the same servants-to-spoiled-rich-kids background. I feel like they'd have the most terrible gossip while washing clothes or something. I just can't really imagine them not be friends of sorts. Just pestering about the latest wild nonsense their master has been up to, wondering if they should exchange their burdens (pre chap 6, Jamil would never agree after that) and just generally let the worst of them show to the other coz they don't mind.

In the context of the N2 Squad, Ruggie would definitely be a needed push for Jamil. The kind of "Please just date him, Leona’s mood is only getting worse and I'm tired and if I hear 'im moan about you once more I'm gonna murder you both" or something like that. Ruggie knows the inner workings of Leona, knows the inner workings of Jamil too from their laundry-gossip, and while I can imagine him strive in chaos he would immediately go complain to either Leona or Jamil if their turning around each other made his job harder. After the N2 Squad starts dating though, I can def imagine Ruggie try to profit off being friends with Jamil to get favors from Leona (and maybe Vil too coz why not?)

(Also Ruggie is def Jamil's first fan when it comes to cooking and always tries to have him give him spares from a previous party or whatever.)

[codsoup]

He sounds so worried for his Johnny 🥹

————

Came a long way from keep up Soap

[red-riot-unbreakable-heart]

Kirishima gives Todoroki S*x Tips | Todoroki x Reader Fic

Fandom: My Hero Academia

Ship: Shoto Todoroki x Fem Reader! 💋, Shoto Todoroki x Eijiro Kirishima Friendship

Genre: Fluff, Sex, Friendship, NSFW

CW: MDNI!, discussing sex, foreplay, p*rn, hickies

Shoto Todoroki doesn’t really get sex until he gets it.

He loves you and knows you want to do it…so naturally he does research. If there’s one thing Shoto is good at, it’s mastering a subject

When Kirishima loses his virginity, he lets Shoto ask him questions. They sit late into the night at the library, reviewing and analyzing Kirishima’s 30 minutes of action. Shoto takes notes and in that straightforward way of his, asks for Eijro’s opinions on positions, foreplay and hickies.

“Did you perform oral sex on her? Is the female anatomy confusing?” He asks, causing Eijiro to go red in the face. Eijiro nods yes to both. “It took a few minutes, but once I got into it, I figured it out pretty quickly!” He says earnestly. Shoto scribbles down a reminder to Google some detailed diagrams of the female body when he gets home.

 “Foreplay is super important, because girls need to, like, warm up before they’re ready to bone.” Eijiro adds, motioning for Shoto to keep taking notes.

“I didn’t know that.” Shoto blinks, surprised. To be fair, he had never really thought much about sex until you’d brought it up a few months earlier. He knew the rudimentary mechanics from middle school health class, but had never wondered what went into the act beyond the basics of reproduction.

“Shoto. My dude. This is going to be harder than I thought.” Eijiro puts his face in his hands. “How does someone our age have little to no knowledge about sex?”

“I wasn’t interested in it until now.” Shoto says flatly. “But now that Y/N wants to do it, I want to, too.”

Eijiro stares at Shoto thoughtfully through his fingers. “That was a pretty chivalrous response.” He admits, lifting his head from his hands. “You just want to make your girl happy, I can get behind that. But Shoto – if you don’t want to have sex, you don’t have to. Enthusiastic consent is key to solid intimacy.”

“I really want to do this.” Shoto says insistently. “I don’t really understand what all the hype is about, but I want to try it with y/n. I want to feel close to her that way. And maybe once I do it, I’ll understand.”

“Alright, man. Then I’ll help you. Consider me your Sex Expert. Your Sexpert!” Kirishima grins at his witty wordplay.

Shoto looks at him skeptically. “Haven’t you only had sex once, though? How much of an expert can you possibly be?”

Kirishima deflates. “I don’t see anyone else out in the library at 11pm giving you sex advice!”

“True.”

“So let me teach you what I know.” He says sagely. “Just call me your Sex Sensei!”

Shoto snorts out a laugh. “Pass.”

“Fine, be like that. Regardless, you are now my student. I will shepherd you into the next phase of your sex life with chivalry and grace.” Eijiro is really getting into the bit now. One look down at Shoto’s nervous face pulls him back down to Earth. “What’s wrong?”

“This is a lot. What if I’m bad at it? And what if y/n hates it?” Shoto closes his notebook and looks pleadingly at Kirishima with his mismatched eyes. “You’ve got to help me.”

“Calm down, man. It’s really not as big a deal as you think! And I’ve already committed to being your Sex Sensei, so we’re going to see this through together.” He motions for Shoto to open up his notebook again. “Now let’s start with the basics – have you ever watched porn?”

--------------- FIN for now! ------------------------------------------------

I'm working on a longer fic to really dig into this exploration for Shoto! I love the idea of Kirishima being such a bro and trying to help his friends however he can. I also LOVE the idea of Kirishima fucking someone once and believing that makes him the resident expert on sex.

[aventurineswife]

My deepest apologies if a) your requests aren't open and b) you don't write for Alhaitham (replace him with Kaveh if this is the case).

Imagine the crew-meru hanging out and this beautiful woman approaches them and starts acting affectionate towards Alhaitham. They ask who she is and she reveals that she's his lover and has brought him gifts; both homemade and from her travels.

Everyone is shocked to learn that Alhaitham is in a relationship and with such a sweet beauty to boot!

“You had a girlfriend?!”

Summary: In a lively tavern in Sumeru, the crew enjoys a game of cards filled with laughter and playful banter, during all of this Alhaitham's unexpected girlfriend arrives, surprising everyone.

Tags: Alhaitham x Female!Reader, Homemade Gifts, Humor, Slice of Life, Surprises, Lighthearted, Emotional Connection(?), Friendship, Tavern Gathering.

Warnings: Cyno's horrible dad jokes… and I totally didn't forget the name of the card game that the crew from Sumeru played, written in the third person (I tried-), Possibly ooc.

A/N: MY REQUESTS ARE OPEN!! DON'T WORRY, ANON! I can (try) write for any character from the fandom listed in my masterlist!

The sun was setting over Sumeru, casting a warm glow over the lively gathering of friends. The crew had settled at a cozy tavern, laughter and chatter filling the air as they played a game of cards. Cyno, with his typical serious demeanor, was trying his best to lighten the mood with his infamous dad jokes, which elicited mixed reactions.

“Why did the electro user break up with the dendro user?” Cyno began, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Because they couldn’t find common ground.”

Tighnari rolled his eyes, unable to hide the smirk creeping onto his lips. “Cyno, if you’re trying to be funny, it’s not working. Save us the pain, please.”

Just as Cyno was about to respond with another groan-worthy pun, the tavern door swung open, drawing everyone’s attention. A beautiful woman stepped inside, her presence radiating warmth. She had an air of grace about her, and her smile lit up the room. The crew paused their game, curiosity piqued.

“Alhaitham!” she called, her voice melodic as she made her way toward their table. The way she approached him with an eager bounce caught everyone off guard, and Alhaitham, who was typically calm and composed, looked up in surprise.

“Ah, there you are.” he replied, a hint of warmth creeping into his otherwise reserved tone. The sight of her seemed to melt away his usual stoicism.

The crew exchanged glances, confusion painting their faces. Cyno leaned forward, a teasing glimmer in his eyes. “So, who’s this? Your assistant, Alhaitham?”

“No, I’m not his assistant,” she laughed lightly, brushing back a strand of hair. “I’m his girlfriend.”

A stunned silence enveloped the table as the revelation settled in. Kaveh dropped his cards, his eyes wide. “Wait, what? Alhaitham has a girlfriend?!”

The woman smiled brightly, producing a small bag from her side. “I brought gifts for him! Some homemade treats and a few souvenirs from my travels.”

“Homemade treats?” Kaveh’s eyes sparkled with interest as he leaned closer, momentarily forgetting about his surprise. “What did you make?”

“Just a few sweets—my family recipe,” she replied, beaming with pride. “And I also found this beautiful trinket while traveling through Fontaine.” She held out a delicate pendant, glimmering with an array of colors. “I thought it would suit you.”

Alhaitham took the pendant gently, a soft smile gracing his lips as he inspected it. The sight of the usually stoic Acting Grand Sage displaying such warmth left the crew in awe.

“Alhaitham, how did you keep this from us?” Cyno said, crossing his arms. “I thought we were friends...”

“I didn’t think it was necessary to announce every detail of my personal life.” Alhaitham replied, his tone measured but laced with amusement.

Tighnari chuckled, shaking his head. “Well, you certainly surprised us. I didn’t expect you to be the type to keep a relationship under wraps.”

The woman, noticing the camaraderie and playful teasing, felt her cheeks flush slightly. “I guess I’m just lucky to have him. He’s more than just a scholar; he has a kind heart, too.”

Cyno raised an eyebrow. “And you must be quite the diplomat to have won over the infamous Alhaitham. We all thought he was married to his books.”

Kaveh snickered, finally recovering from the shock. “Clearly, you’ve enchanted him with your charm.”

Alhaitham cleared his throat, looking slightly embarrassed at the attention. “I appreciate your compliments, but she’s not just a charm; she’s someone who understands the value of knowledge and compassion.”

The woman’s smile widened at his words, her eyes sparkling with affection. “And I admire his dedication to his work, even if he can be a bit stubborn at times.”

“Stubborn? Never.” Cyno quipped, feigning innocence as he shot a glance at Tighnari, who rolled his eyes again, this time more dramatically.

“Okay, okay,” Tighnari interjected, trying to steer the conversation back to lighter topics. “So, who’s ready to play cards again? Maybe we can see if your girlfriend can beat Alhaitham in strategy?”

The laughter that followed filled the tavern, and as they resumed their game, Alhaitham’s girlfriend settled comfortably beside him. Her presence seemed to bring a new lightness to their gathering, and it was clear that the evening would be one to remember, filled with stories, laughter, and the warmth of friendship.

As the cards were dealt once more and Cyno continued his onslaught of dad jokes, Alhaitham felt a sense of contentment wash over him. With her by his side, he realized that life was not just about knowledge and duty but also about the connections that made every moment richer.

[jurassicsickfics]

Enjoy this fluffy friendship one-shot that I wrote while bored lol.

Title: Those Darn Waterworks

Annie Brackett hardly ever cried. In all their 17 years of friendship, with the obvious exception of when they were babies, Laurie could only remember 7 occasions where Annie had cried, really cried. Four of those times had been the deaths of pets, and the other three were bad injuries. But, one sleepy Monday at school, Laurie noticed that something was off about Annie. She usually started off their walk together to school with a snarky comment, but all she got this morning was a plain old "good morning".

Naturally, Laurie had watched her best friend like a hawk all through school, and she made a mental note of the fact that Annie had barely touched her lunch, and had gone to the bathroom at least once during every class. Her first thought was that Annie was sick, and she leaned against her as they sat side by side as a subtle way of testing for a fever. She didn't feel warmer than usual, so, that was a relief.

After the school day was over, Laurie decided to ask Annie what was up. The words, "Are you ok?" Had barely left Laurie's mouth before Annie's face turned beet red and scrunched up as she started to sob.

Laurie's eyes widening in shock and concern.

"A-Annie?! What's wrong?!" She exclaimed, trying to decide what move to make. But Annie decided for her; she dramatically fell into Laurie's arms and bawled into her shoulder. Laurie wrapped her arms tightly around Annie's back and rubbed her back.

"Hey, hey...it's ok, I've got you...please, Annie, tell me what's wrong. This isn't like you..."

Annie sniffled and lazily rubbed her nose on her friend's chest. "I-its nothing...I'm fine.."

"Anne Marie Brackett, we both know you are not fine. C'mon, you know you can be honest with me." Laurie said, sternly but gently.

Annie let out a few hiccups and said, "He...he left me.."

"Who?" Laurie responded, wiping at Annie's tear streaked cheeks with her thumb.

"Paul..."

Laurie's expression fell. "Oh Annie...I'm so sorry..."

And with that, the brunette burst into tears again, burying her face into Laurie's chest.

"H-he...ca-called me...last night...he...he just said...i-its over..he didn't even say...w-why..." Annie choked, hot tears streaming down her cheeks like tiny rivers.

"He dumped you over the phone?! That jerk..." Laurie hissed, her voice dripping with protective venom.

"Do I need to turn him into a missing person poster?" Laurie asked, gripping Annie's shaking shoulders.

Annie managed a weak chuckle. "N-no...that's ok.."

"Tell ya what, why don't you stay with me tonight. I'll help you get your mind off of him." Laurie offered.

Annie looked up at her. "You mean with booze?"

"No, silly! Ice cream and sappy movies like a normal person." Laurie replied.

Annie giggled. "You won't judge me if I cry like a baby all night, will you?"

"Of course not! Crying is healthy. " Laurie answered.

That night, the teenagers were snuggled up together on the couch, Annie sobbing softly into Laurie's shoulder between mouthfuls of ice cream. Laurie kept her arm tight around Annie's shoulders, occasionally offering sweet nothings to comfort her. There were tissues strone about and Laurie's shoulder was damp with tears.

"Sorry about all the waterworks..." Annie squeaked, snuggling closer against Laurie's side.

Laurie's response was soft and loving, with a hint of humor in her tone.

"Don't worry about it. That's what friends are for, laughing together, giving each other advice, and putting up with those darn waterworks."