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amazingphil via instagram story 18/11/19
is it soft hours? I'm here for it ^_^ pls talk about all the little ways dnp show they love each other I feel like crying today (in a good way)
ooh this is fun :3
dan:
- protective: will do anything for phil whether it’s making phone calls for him when he’s feeling slightly anxious, answering the door even when he looses rock paper scissors
- small things: he really values the little things which includes buying flowers on his way home, bringing back the bagels he knows phil likes when on his way back from running in the mornings. it’s the sweet things that on the outside won’t really matter that much to anyone else but to dan they mean a lot
- physical: though dan was never touchy touchy on camera like phil was, i imagine that off screen he most definitely is the “i’m so clingy i need to be near you 24/7” kinda boyfriend. in the mornings i bet he’s wrapped around phil like a koala and in the evenings when they’re lounging about together he probably drapes his whole body over his legs likes he’s a 6 foot 3 cat (and ofc phil loves it)
- communication: dan knows phil so well, and i love to just imagine all the weird conversations they have on a day to day basis. discussions on what’s for lunch to “dan what noise does a shark make?” and dan doesn’t care that yes, his man is a lil weird sometimes and his alien shaped head is full of alien shaped thoughts, but he listens, and he actually genuinely listens and engages because he loves him and there’s nothing better than when he’s falling asleep and phil’s rambling on about something so dumb, but over the years it’s something he’s become so used to when his head hits the pillow and he’s drifting off to the sound of phil’s weird, otherworldly stories
phil:
- physical: like i said before, phil was always the more touchy touchy one on camera; slapping dan’s arm when he got excited, gripping his shoulders when they were both feeling tense. even that one time where he brush-slapped his chest lmao. so i imagine off camera it’s on level 100. phil probably is constantly touching dan in some way or another. whether it be absentmindedly playing with his hands when they’re sat together, or digging his thumb into the heel of his foot when he’s got his legs in his lap, i just know that phil portrays his love in lots of little touches that make dan smile.
- big gestures: poor philly just wanted a boyfriend when he was younger, having the worst luck ever and constantly pining for someone to love. then dan stumbles into his life and damn, of course he’s gonna spoil him rotten. “first date? no problem, let’s go to the bloody skybar like we’re rich husbands. accomplished something big in our lives and want to celebrate not only our career achievements but life achievements? here, i booked us a spontaneous trip to japan, the place of our dreams. oh, ten years have passed and we’re still madly in love? here’s an anniversary present to go back to japan 🥰”
- communication: much like dan, phil listens. he might not always understand what his million mile per minute boyfriend is saying, but he listens. he’ll let him ramble on about whatever new thing he’s learnt about recently, or he’ll happily sit through a twenty minute lecture about what mac n cheese. phil listens and he lets dan talk, because he knows that before, there wasn’t an awful lot of people that did listen, and it means a lot to him that he can express himself and be himself and be heard for what he believes in and enjoys
loid and yor reassuring each other 🫶🏻
in love with percabeth nailing the majority of couple tropes:
enemies to lovers / enemies to friends to lovers
slowburn
angst
underwater kiss
jealousy (on both ends)
literally going through hell for each other
soulmates (especially as percy’s fatal flaw is loyalty and annabeth has abandonment issues)
best friends
power couple everyone ships
both being so hot that everyone has a crush on them
the universe (cough cough rick riordan cough cough) wants us to not be together but i won’t listen
there are probably a load more but these are all i can think of off the top of my head.
I been laughing my ass off for 30 minutes now I just cant with them fhskzndfheks
One of those conversations
(a Royai oneshot)
Roy hurried his way down the stairs. He had hated the rain ever since he put his gloves on. It has always reminded him of how useless he is. The Alchemist was about to exit Eastern Headquarters half an hour ago, but General Grumman felt the need to interrupt him with his unnecessary talks. And a game of chess. Which ended as a draw. Even if Roy wasn't in the mood (just like the weather), he had to admit that ending as a draw against Grumman was like a Philosopher's stone for his mood. However, the law of Equivalent exchange hadn't forgotten Mustang. He groaned as he quickly paced to his car in the spring downpour. After three minutes of rainy torture he got to his vehicle. He was soaking wet.
"If I ever go to Hell, I hope it never rains there", he thought while annoyance was picking on his nerves. Roy started the car after ruffling his already messy and moist hair. He'll be staying at a hotel tonight. He wasn't in the mood to drive or take a train all the way to Central and, as a State Alchemist, he could afford a good hotel. The Colonel was passing next to HQ when he looked at his rearview mirror. The Lieutenant. She was standing on the steps, obviously unwilling to take a step into the rain. A dark brown coat was covering her, not giving much better protection than the clothes underneath. He stopped his car and opened a window.
"Lieutenant Hawkeye!", he called.
Riza was snapped up by his voice and looked towards the road.
"Sir!", she exclaimed and noticed the wave of his hand, telling her to sit next to him. She ran swiftly, a ghost-smile perked up on her lips. A 'thank you' could be heard from her as she sat down next to him. Roy continued driving down the road.
"There's no need to thank me. I am just delighted that you aren't as soaked as I am. What were you doing now?"
"Finishing some work", Hawkeye replied, starting to look at the foggy window. After she wiped it with the palm of her hand so that the glass became see-trough, she continued: "Rebecca then felt it would be humorous to take my coat and make me chase her around."
Roy held back a laugh with a snort. "As expected of her. I really wish I could see your face then."
"We're lucky we didn't get caught."
"I am conflicted about you. It appears like you hated it but you sound like you had fun."
"It was fun hating it."
Roy sneezed. Riza stopped eyeing the city and turned towards him. He had rain in his hair, which made it look like black moss. Parking was always difficult in East City. Or at least around the Headquarters. She decided to exchange her question about his 'unfinished business' for a sentence:
"Colonel, you cannot go on a train like this."
"I won't. I am planning to get to a hotel and stay there. Besides, I can sleep a little longer if I cut the travelling time."
Riza smiled. It was doubtless that being state-certified made life a lot easier. Specially when unplanned troubles jump on the road. Guilt pinched her neck when she realised that Roy went the opposite way of the closest hotel so she can get safely home. He was cold no doubt. Soon they were sitting in comfortable silence. It lasted for a couple minutes which Riza used so she can fiddle with her gun. Roy noticed it and smirked:
"Always ready. Ready and prepared. One among many reasons I trust you with my back." He stopped at the crossroads and turned right.
"Many reasons? I would like to hear about them."
Roy chuckled. He then pondered for a moment. She was the only woman who could make him think about a compliment like he was weighing gold. Neither less nor more. Just as much as the customer says. If he gives more, he'll be damaged; if less, she'll be damaged.
"I would say a smaller one would be because I feel the need to watch your back as much as you do mine. I owe you. You saved me many times in Ishval. And.. I owe my master."
He didn't want to behold her eyes for that second. Riza wasn't very close with her father yet Roy felt like mentioning him hurts her. He gave an apologetical sigh. He's going trough with this.
"You are skilled. Disciplined. Brave. Shortly- you have qualities of a soldier." He paused to look at the Lieutenant.
She was now preparing her other gun. Her lips were shut tightly. Another person would think she was ignoring him. He knew she was paying close attention.
"Breaking the line of those qualities, you have another one. A line of qualities that are human. You are a moral compass more accurate than Falman's memory. You would never allow me to stray, Lieutenant. Furthermore, you grow as a person. You grew from someone timid, nervous and weak. You grew into a confident, strong and calm soldier. Hawkeye that I met long time ago would refuse to shoot me if I lost my way. I can trust this Hawkeye. I know she'll never chicken out, no matter how horrible things get."
"We were in Ishbal after all.", she said. Roy noted that her tone was more explanatory than humble.
"Thank you for those words. I don't know what to say." It was true. All the time she spent reading proved fruitless. She could think of an answer but it would never do justice to these words. Her having none wasn't a good one either. However it's an honest reply. That proves it to be worthy enough.
"Say nothing. I wasn't expecting one of those clever replies. Imagine I made a statement on the weather. You either agree or stay silent. I am not accepting negative retorts."
She heeded the advice. Her guns returned to their holsters and she wiped the window again so she could stare at the city. She couldn't do it for long. They were approaching her street and she wanted to fight against his fire with fire. She had difficulty igniting it. Maybe it's the rain.
"There's a reason I wish to guard your back, sir. Your back is ready and strong enough to carry the load of a leader. A man who can consciously carry the weight of his sins doesn't feel difficulties that will lead him to redemption. So you won't feel the difficulty of losing power if it leads to good. Colonel, you can communicate with people who follow. You don't listen because you feel like it's your duty, you listen because you care- you want to hear the other side. Ishval changed you too. You learned about being ruthless towards the Enemy. But, I know you too well to-"
"We have arrived Lieutenant" Roy said interrupting her. He didn't feel pleasant for doing so, but the Flame Alchemist wasn't like the infamous Hawk's eye- he couldn't sit patiently in one place for ages when he felt tense and his entire world was shaking. He decided to excuse himself.
"I am thankful for the praise, but I am aware of what you had in mind. It sounds condescending, but it is sincere. We should stop now, before this turns into a conversation of an improper length", he smiled, "Now, I would rather find a room and dry my wet head than freeze-"
"I'll have to do the interrupting now, sir. Wait here." She got her coat and pulled it across her head. Lieutenant reached her building in a few quick strides. She vanished behind the old, worn door only to return carrying a black scarf and a white towel in her hands. The Colonel gave a confused look as his Lieutenant sat next to him.
"Here sir." She said having in mind everything she didn't have the chance to say. "Wipe your wet head. You'll get sick."
Roy took the towel and rubbed his head roughly with it. Then, when he wanted to say something, Lieutenant interrupted him by enveloping the scarf around his neck. He silently observed her. Her hands, the one that he saw loading a gun, were gently wrapping the cloth around his neck. The scarf had a scent of a strong flower-like perfume. It was warm. Like an embrace. Her eyes were concentrated on tying an ascot knot. She killed many enemies while carrying that look. With this concentration. Words Mustang prepared were stuck in his throat. He should beg her to untie the scarf so he could get done with them. But he couldn't. He didn't want it. Roy wanted her to tie a billion more knots, on top of this one: so he can stare at her longer, if only a second.
Riza felt incredibly clumsy. The kind of tension that is in between them now has always been a mystery to her. She tried to wrap the scarf the best way she knew and then tried to loosen it up. It was difficult and his smell wasn't helping. It was... unusual. Last time Hawkeye felt his scent was the hell called Ishval. When she took Colonel's coat to warm up their sick comrade. It felt like ash...and blood- death. Now a fresh scent replaced it, throwing her off balance. The Lieutenant tried to ignore his alluring presence. To ignore his eyes who were still, like dark onyx stones. The inky stare was making Riza nervous. Those eyes were always so analytical and now they were chained onto her...in a daze? After finishing she hastily moved from him.
"Is it too tight?" She asked stoically.
"No" Roy responded. "Thanks. You really-"
"I know. I didn't have to. Drive safely sir."
Roy waited as Riza entered the building and stared at her, making the most of this moment. Just like every other time the curtain had finally fallen. He pressed his forehead against the steering wheel. The stronger he pressed it, the more he felt it necessary to eliminate the painful regret. Ten seconds felt like ten minutes. The scarf was a warm comfort while the rain pattered on his windshield, unable to outvoice the thought.
He didn't tell her.
THERE’S ALWAYS SOMETHING HOLDING THEM BACK FROM BEING WITH EACH OTHER
Genuinely tweaking while I think I about “she’s got away, she got away” by @aspenroman 😭 it’s so good🙂↕️
Rody dead plate x rody mha(humor)
Bet.
"And I hope I never lose you,
Hope it never ends.
That's the kind of heartbreak time could never mend."
i don't believe that anybody feels the way i do about you now
My God I've been seeing so much old man yaoi on tumblr and omg it's amazing
It makes me wanna watch deadpool and wolverine even more lmao
steve: it would help if you two showed up looking like a loving, supportive team
sam: for how long?
steve: ten minutes, tops
sam:
bucky:
bucky: can you get it down to five?