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✽ Anna (Dislyte) Headcanons

this was the second part to another request ! thank you for requesting me anon ♥︎

warnings: not really a warning, but the reader is portrayed as another artist ! WLW ♥︎

word count: 717

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- The day you met Anna, you two immediately clicked. After meeting at an art class in your boarding school, you couldn’t help but notice the meticulous detail in her paintings. In your eyes, it lacked the personality that most art held, but it was impressive how she captured the likeness of any scene. After approaching her and complimenting her, you two were always seen with one another.

- Whether it be at your own house or Anna’s, it would always be filled with afternoons of painting and watching her practice fencing. Watching her handle a blade was similar to watching her brushstrokes— planned and precise. It was mesmerizing how aggressive she could be as such a gentle soul, which has inspired many of your own paintings of Anna.

- Even though Anna has a “glass half full” mentality, she’s nearly ranted to you about how frustrated she secretly is about not being good enough. The amount of time she’s spent on art, only to be told time after time about the lack of emotion that were in her pieces. Anna has spent many nights crying to you, only for her to put on a smile the next day. It worried you, but all you could do was offer your unending support for her.

- After two years of knowing Anna, deep down you had come to realize your own feelings for her. Luckily for you, she had as well. Obviously, the two of you had painted one another portraits to express your love for one another. With paintings tucked under your arm, both of you confessed under the light of the moon, giggling and kissing one another senseless.

- I feel like with Anna being colorblind, you would be the one helping her with clothing shopping. It was almost like Anna was your personal dress up doll, and she was more than willing to do so for you (plus, she’d much rather let you make those decisions for her).

- At times while Anna is engrossed in her painting, you’ve caught her off guard— making her jump from the disturbance. She’ll never be upset about it though; she considers it a welcome interruption. Nothing would beat the feeling when you would drape your arms across her shoulders, your face nuzzling against her own. Gods, it’s her absolute favorite.

- Anna’s a light sleeper for sure. When you two are sleeping and you move away from her, she’s wide awake. She’ll practically hunt you down to cuddle up against you— she hates being away from you, even if she knows you’re right there beside her.

- The one thing Anna will make sure of is that you two have a pet or two. She wouldn’t accept anyone who doesn’t love pets. Anna definitely loves cats; but I can imagine her taking you on a date to pick two kittens. In fact, her entire camera roll is filled to the brim with pictures of you with the pets, and she frequently looks back on them with a smile.

- Before you two had even gotten into a relationship, she always expressed her love of traveling. Every year during the summer, you two will take a week-long trip to wherever you two decide. Anywhere with the ocean and art galleries are definitely her favorite, but what’s most important to Anna is that you’re happy.

- Anna absolutely cherishes the times when you clean the paint off of her skin. The gentle caresses of the cloth in your hand make her melt under your touch immediately (she won’t admit it, but she’ll purposefully wipe paint on her arms or face).

- You’ll definitely have to teach her to communicate her actual feelings. All her life she hid how she really felt— and it definitely transferred into her relationships. Anna often pushed her opinions aside to please you, but you could always tell she was telling white lies. Anna doesn’t mean to, but losing you would ruin her.

- What else would Anna paint more than her one and only muse? You’ve already found several little sketches along notepads and the like, plus many portraits that Anna has done of you. She can’t help it though; you’re always on her mind, and on her canvases.

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author’s note: man what a writers block tbh— I have so many ideas but my keyboard has been acting up :(

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Do you have a porn addiction?

This is far from what I usually wrote but I’ve seen a few people talk about this and wanted to throw my opinion in here since I’ve been wanting to talk about it for a hot minute.

MDNI

Porn definition: sexually explicit videos, photographs, writings, or the like, produced to elicit sexual arousal-often found in magazines, books, television, or online sources.

I’ve noticed that majority of the fanfics for TLOU fandom have smut, and almost all of the popular ones do contain smut. Why is this and why is it so common? Because sex sells.

With the influx of new Ellie fans that came onto Tumblr there was a large sum of new fanfics being written. I remember when I first played as her in TLOU 2 and I was so excited to play as a well rounded female character who was generally respected by a male dominated market. Lately her character as just been reduced to her appearance, scenes with her in distress have been sexualized which I find particularly disturbing.

I feel like all depth of her character has been watered down and lost within the constant flow of smut fanfics dominating all of her tags. I find that even fluff and angst fanfics need to have smut in them to get any attention. I understand why people enjoy smut but in my eyes it’s porn and it doesn’t add anything to a story, booktok has actually aided in this. Beautiful literature has been judged on its ‘spice content’ which is why books like Haunting Adeline and Icebreaker are so popular despite the subpar writing and plot.

I hate to say it but porn addiction has become so normalized that people don’t even recognize when they have it anymore. If you only read smut and can’t sit through any other genre it’s likely you have a porn addiction. I really started to think about this when I saw so many people sharing Twitter links to hardcore video porn under the TLOU tags which I haven’t seen anyone bat an eye over.

It isn’t necessarily the smut itself, there have been fanfics I’ve read with genuinely beautiful writing that includes smut but when it is pure smut with no plot that is porn. No hate to you if you write smut, power to you. A long while ago I actually wrote smut when I was still active on Wattpad, writing it made me so uncomfortable and put me in a deep writing slump which I why I don’t write it now and I only wrote it then as readers were constantly asking for it.

This subject bothers me as complex characters (Ellie, Abby, Joel, etc.) have be simmered down to their appearance and sexual appeal, quit literally making them sex objects. I understand that they are just characters and can’t feel the effects of this. It just follows the “I’m no better than a man” mindset that aids in objectification and over sexualisation of women that is hard to get away from in recent days.

There is much more to say on this but I’ll leave it here as I don’t want to upset anyone. If you enjoy writing smut or consuming it, I’m not asking you to stop. I want everyone to be happy and to find joy in what they do, what is positive about smut is that it’s influenced more people to read and write and I always think the world could use more of that.

As always, thanks for reading and I am genuinely sorry if this upsets anyone, this is not an attempt to discredit any work.

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✶ Norah (Dislyte) Headcanons

This was a request ! Thank you anon for the recommendation, and I hope you like it ! ♥︎

warnings: WLW ♥︎ slightly suggestive for at least one point !

word count: 728

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- Before getting into a romantic relationship with Norah, it took you ages to even be considered a friend. With her naturally shy and reserved personality, you had to work hard to get to know her.

- Norah always knew when you would come to find her, and even though she claimed she didn’t care, Norah would always discreetly check if you were anywhere in her line of sight.

- After Norah opened up to you about her past and her struggles, you two were nearly inseparable. You often found yourself with Norah on the Estero Harbor, helping her with her music and swimming for hours.

- Obviously, it was you who confessed your love to Norah first. Despite her change in personality in your presence, she was still painfully shy in certain situations, confessing definitely being one of them. But when you asked to be Norah’s girlfriend, she was nearly jumping for joy. In your years of knowing her, you don’t think you’ve ever gotten such a large reaction from her, and you two still laugh about how embarrassed she was after getting so excited.

- In the early stages of your relationship, it almost felt like she went back to being quiet and shy. Norah just didn’t want to mess anything up with you, so she often nodded her head and agreed with what you were saying.

- One thing that’s certain in your relationship is that you have to comfort her. Please make sure to be there for her, offer her small words of assurance and appreciation. Norah won’t ever admit how much she looks forward to your praises and compliments— although she doesn’t need to say anything. You can just tell.

- Due to Norah’s hearing disability, you’ll often find her without her hearing aid while she’s home alone. The first few times you noticed this, you would walk up from behind her and hug her waist to get her attention. This has earned you a few slaps across your face, and it always ended with Norah apologizing profusely and kissing your cheek softly, tears slowly forming in her eyes from the worry of upsetting you.

- You’re Norah’s one and only muse, and almost anything she writes circles back to her love for you. Once a month, Norah will take you to the harbor to show you her new song for you. The first few times she was going to perform for you, she ended up backing out and told you it wasn’t ready yet (she felt silly professing her love through song, since she’s never really done so before).

- If you know how to braid, Norah is the perfect person to practice and learn new styles with. Norah was against it at first, since she’s never really had it pulled away from her face. With some adamant convincing, Norah let you braid her hair whenever you wanted (she felt bad saying no in the first place). The first time you styled her hair, she was shocked at how well you did so and how much she actually liked it. And it was such a shame to let such beautiful hair remain so plain at times, but her favorite is when you do elvish braids due to their intricate weavings.

- After being together for a while, Norah worked up the courage to ask you to take a bath with her. Of course you said yes, especially since she never asked for things like this. It was almost scenic— candles flickering in the dimly lit room, soft music playing as you two undressed and got into the bath. You were fine the whole time, making small talk here and there while your arms were wrapped loosely around her waist. Meanwhile Norah thought she was going to pass out from how nervous she was. Even though you had seen her naked before, this felt completely different than other times and told herself she wouldn’t do this again (she was lying to herself and asks you frequently to bathe with her).

- I feel like she would definitely try to teach you how to play the harp. Even if you excell at it or not, she’s always there giving pointers as you pluck the strings messily. Even though you may not understand what she’s saying, Norah is as patient as they come.

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author’s note: I might edit this to put more in, but I didn’t finish the full “Sea and Song” event—

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𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ☼ 𖦹｡⋆

Here’s my Masterlist ! I’ll be sorting them by media, then in alphabetical (character) order ! Have fun ♥︎

- Dislyte:

Anna - Headcanons

Everett - Headcanons

Something Stupid - Everett

Priorities - Feng Xun

Norah - Headcanons

- NieR: Automata:

[love] - 2B

- Percy Jackson and the Olympians:

Silly Games - Luke Castellan

- Sally Face:

“Paint me the Moon” - Larry Johnson

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✩ Everett (Dislyte) Headcanons !

warnings: there is a sections for NSFW ‼️ Nothing detailed/explicit but there is implied sex and preferences. otherwise it’s nothing crazy ! but still, mdni in that section ! It is labeled for a reason

word count: 697

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- I feel like due to his past regarding Ophelia, he has a hard time trusting people and letting the become anything closer than an acquaintance. Despite being a caring individual, he doesn’t want to experience another betrayal.

- Obviously Everett’s love language is gift giving. As a staunch believer in “actions speak louder than words”, he’d much rather show than tell. Although with his disability it can make it a bit tough, Everett is determined to make sure the people he loves know that he cares.

- If Everett catches feelings for you, he’s in denial. Him? Like someone else romantically? Never. Everett would avoid you at times, but he’d subconsciously seek out your company anyways.

- If When he confesses to you, he’s blubbering like an idiot. He was already so quiet and the few words he had were long gone from his thoughts. A bright pink would stain his cheeks after admitting his feelings, and would quietly ask for a kiss (What a gentleman).

- He definitely asked if he could be your boyfriend instead of the other way around. In his eyes, it’s a privilege and blessing to be with you. After all, you’re taking in a broken man, physically and mentally. In all honesty, he’s shocked that you even said yes (even though you were crushing on him hard).

- If you like to bake, he’s head-over-heels. It’s one of the few things he truly enjoys, and if he could simply bake with you all day he would. His favorite is to bake cupcakes and watch you decorate them. If he can, he’ll purposefully wipe some flour onto his cheek— he’s planned it perfectly. You’ll tell him he has something on his face, he’ll act oblivious, then you’ll wipe it off with an endearing smile.

- With his job in the Esper Union, it makes it hard for him to find the time and energy to do things with you. On his night shifts, he’ll shuffle into your shared apartment and immediately make his way to your room. Even if Everett is about to pass out, he’ll always make sure to give a lingering kiss on your cheek. Whispering apologies and sweet nothings into your ear before changing and climbing into bed with you.

- You got a favorite flower? Well, Everett will make sure to buy you a fresh bouquet every week with a small note filled with his love and a signature. He always feels his cheeks turn pink when he opens his phone to a text from you, thanking him as usual and telling him how much you love him. His coworkers often catch him rubbing his face with his hand to try and calm himself down after getting praise from you.

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- Everett’s a bottom. Let’s make this clear; after his past trauma, he wants nothing more than to be taken care of by his woman. He never really knew it, but then again he never really saw himself in a relationship.

- Please praise him, he goes absolutely crazy when you talk to him and give little words of encouragement. The first time you called him a “good boy”, he immediately folded and quietly begged to hear you say it again.

- If you were to ask him to top you, he wouldn’t ever say no. Everett only has two positions if he’s topping— missionary and mating. And by the gods was he gentle. Slow, deep, and even strokes as he quietly pants against the skin of your neck, small bites here and there. Everett feels awful every time he leaves a mark, and profusely apologizes when he sees the small bruises along your hips and the small bites left along your shoulders and collarbone.

- Aftercare, aftercare, aftercare. Everett would have to be out of his mind if he didn’t take care of his beautiful girlfriend after she worked so hard for him. He’s gentle in bed and outside of it. He’ll always clean you up (with a little help from you due to his limitations) and make you some dinner. Once you’re asleep, he’ll take a little extra time to clean up where he can, just for a little extra time with you in the morning.

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authors note: erm. Yeah, IDK IVE NEVER REALLY WRITTEN NSFW BYE. 🙁 also for those seeing this, my requests are open ☆

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❥ Somethin’ Stupid - Everett - Dislyte

(I’m sorry there’s no official art of Everett 💔)

prompt: the song “Somethin’ Stupid” - Nancy and Frank Sinatra

warnings: none ♥︎

word count: 2.0k

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The snow always seemed to amaze Everett every time he saw it fall from the sky. Whether by great force or a gentle flow, it was mesmerizing. But there was always a competitor for his attention. And it was you. Everything you did felt as though it were from a movie scene and your words from a perfectly written script.

He considered himself lucky to even be considered a friend after how poorly he had treated you at first. Ignoring you for days on end, pushing you away at any given opportunity, and wishing the worst for you until he finally realized he was the problem. The day you finally broke past his barriers was the day he healed, slowly but surely. But what pained him the most was how irrevocably smitten he was with you. To Everett, being ‘friends’ wasn’t enough for him. You were the one he thought of at the end of the day, with your comforting texts and a smile. Gods, he loved you so much it made his stomach flip.

Everett was more than content to keep your relationship platonic— mostly out of fear and uncertainty. He was far from perfect physically and emotionally, and he knew it. Although he knew of all your struggles and heartaches, none of those really felt like flaws to him. They only made more endearing in his eyes, and he wished he could simply take away your insecurities and problems.

Everett sighed as he stared at his reflection in his mirror. And to his dismay, it was the same disappointment every morning. His hand rested against the rim of his sink, his eyes scanning over his missing limb. Maybe if he wasn’t like this, it would be easier to work up the confidence to ask to be your boyfriend. He pinched the bridge of his nose before he began getting ready for the day. He showered and got dressed, placing his cloak over the right side of his body with a bitter shake of his head. He wasn’t sure why he felt so resentful of it lately after living with this burden for years.

The small comfort the day provided was that the two of you were going out for a walk in the freshly fallen snow, admittedly something he had been looking forward to since he heard the weather report. It was an unspoken tradition the two of you shared, and he wouldn’t trade it for all the riches of the earth. The two of you would meet at a nearby park in Gyrate, walk for a few miles (with you on his left, just in case anything happened), he would listen to every word you said, then you two would part for the day.

After leaving his house, Everett maintained a quick pace to ensure he would beat you there. Out of habit of course, not because he wanted to see you walk up to him. That would be silly, wouldn’t it?

Once he arrived, he impatiently patiently waited for you to show up. And there you were, approaching him with a warm grin and a hug. Anyone would’ve instantly noticed the way he melted under your touch and the smile that spread across his pale features. Once you let go, he cleared his throat to collect himself a bit before extending his arm. “Shall we?” He asked you in a gentle voice, much like the other times he speaks to you. Ever since you two became friends, he’s never once raised his voice against you. And he would make sure to keep it that way after his previous mistakes.

You nodded curtly and interlocked your arm with his own. The quiet morning was soothing and held a specific charm of its own. You admired the wildflowers peeking through the early winter snow and the birds that cuddled against one another to keep warm. You hadn’t even noticed your lack of movement until Everett glanced at you silently, “What’s going on in that brain of yours, y/n?”

“I was just thinking— well, I was watching the birds.” You said as you stared up at the two small creatures. You couldn’t explain why, but you felt so envious of the birds. But they were only animals, so it shouldn’t have mattered.

Everett shifted his weight, hardly sparing a glance at the birds. Instead his gaze was focused on the small details of your face, from the curve of your nose to the soft pursing of your lips. “They remind me of something I dream about.” Everett’s words were concise as he continued to tug you along the trail. The birds chirped from behind you and you spared them a fleeting glance from over your shoulder.

Quiet words of teasing came from your lips, and mentions of the previous day from Everett. An hour of aimless walking bought them back to the spot where they had originally met, and his pace had slowed subconsciously. Suddenly an idea crossed his mind, but the thought of it made his stomach do flips. But he really couldn’t handle this any longer— he had to confess today. Everett cleared his throat abruptly, “Hey, do you want me to walk you home? I don’t have anything else for today and I want to make sure you’re safe.”

You stared up into his eyes, the violet hue capturing your attention as it had many times before. The way he carefully leaned over you made your heart skip a beat, making your breath hitch. “Why would I even say no?” You raised an eyebrow and giggled, “You don’t even have to ask me, okay?”

His eyes softened and he nodded softly, humming in response. He knew he would fumble over his words if he tried speaking, so he gave up. Even as you two walked towards your apartment, your words replayed in his mind over and over. Something about the air between you two felt so different this time, but you didn’t have the slightest idea why. Everett wasn’t super talkative in the first place, but this time felt a little different. All he did was look at you, over and over. Was there something on your face? No, he would’ve told you. Your hair? Your makeup? Your mind wracked over any possible answer, and you soon found yourself at your doorstep.

You quietly picked at your gloves as you waited for him to say anything at all. It really made you wonder why he wanted to escort you home if he wasn’t going to say anything. Just as you opened your mouth to tell him goodbye, Everett gently hushed you. “I’m sorry y/n. I just… please wait.”

You tilted your head in confusion, “Wait for what? Is something wrong?” All your past worries melted away as genuine concern laced your voice. You’ve never heard him sound so… distressed. He sounded as though he would pass out at any given moment, but his eyes were resolute as always. Your eyes watched his fist clench and relax periodically before his eyes flicked down to yours. “Y/n, what would you do if I said ‘I love you’?” Everett wanted to bite his tongue in shame and immediately felt the sting of regret. Everett shook his head as he began muttering something incoherent to your ears.

And you? You would say you were shocked, but you weren’t expecting those words to come from Everett. The tips of your ears burned out of the sudden nervousness that filled your thoughts. But I’m the back of your mind, something screamed at you to ramble about your feelings to him. And yet nothing came from your slacked jaw, and you watched Everett’s gaze falter.

“I’m sorry, I— I shouldn’t have said anything. Forget what I said.” Everett turned quickly and was about to walk away before you grabbed his arm desperately. He stopped in his tracks and yet refused to look at you.

“Wait, I’m not upset,” Your voice felt weak as you managed to speak, “I just… it caught me off guard.”

“I really should go. I’m sorry for bothering you y/n.”

Everett broke out of your grip and stepped away from your doorstep. His words nearly made your heart break, but you were determined to get him to listen to you. “I would say it back.”

The world itself went still, even the birds songs were quiet to your ears. One could’ve truly heard a pin drop, and you’ve never once believed it to be true. Your heart thudded underneath your chest as you waited for a reaction. Anything would be better than the deafening silence.

Everett came to an immediate halt after your response. Had he really heard you right..? He turned to face you with furrowed brows, “Are you—“

“Yes. Everett I… I love you.”

Everett stiffened and felt his pale skin flush from the tips of his ears to the end of his nose. Why on earth was she being so forward with him all of a sudden? His heart rate must’ve doubled within seconds and his head was spinning like crazy. He took a few tentative steps in your direction, his broad frame shadowing over you. Without thinking, his hand ghosted over your coat until it reached your face.

His hand lingered just above the skin of your cheek, hesitating to make the slightest contact. His fingers grazed your jaw softly, matching the look in his eye. “Forgive me…” Everett’s words were but a whisper, his soft breath brushed against your lips.

Before you could ask why he was asking for forgiveness, he gently kissed you without warning. You immediately melted into his touch, with your hands pressing against his chest to steady the both of you. Even though he didn’t want to stop, Everett pulled away from the kiss. He felt so embarrassed that he couldn’t even look you in the eye. Had he really just done that?

“Just so you know,” You spoke up, your voice grabbing his attention, “I forgive you. And I’ll forgive you a thousand times over if that’s what it takes to get a kiss.”

Your words must’ve given him another dose of courage because he finally held your gaze for longer than a few seconds. It frustrated him that he couldn’t speak up, but at this rate he was going to pass out. His vigorously nodded his head and held your hand with his own.

The feeling of his calloused palm soothed you, and it just felt so right. Everything about this felt as though the stars themselves were aligning in your favor. Everett traced his thumb over the back of your hand before lifting it to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss to your knuckles. “Thank you, y/n. But I’ll ask you officially, I promise. So please, wait for me. Okay?”

You smiled warmly and nodded, your heart fluttering in your chest. This felt completely surreal, but you somehow managed to keep your composure. “I’ve waited long enough, I think I can wait just a little longer Everett.”

“Then you’ll meet me tomorrow night at 7? I’ll pick you up from your apartment, and wear something nice. N-not that you don’t look nice all the time.”

You couldn’t help but laugh a bit as he faltered on his words, and you shut him up by placing a peck on his lips. “Don’t be late.”

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author’s note: the amount of time this took me was frustrating— I thought i had the idea down but i flopped— I’ll get to pt2 eventually ! Idk when or how to script pt2 but it feels unfulfilled without it

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I’m so close to finishing this one shot for Everett (Dislyte) but I actually have to plan this one out ARGH but my Bloodhound (Apex) obsession literally came back full force and I fear they’re my next victim 😙

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𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐠 ⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚

Here’s a little bit about me !

You can call me Florence (she/her + pan) ☆ I’m 18 years old and ready to graduate ☆ English has always been my passion since elementary, and I’m currently enrolled in several AP courses ☆ Obviously I love writing, but I also enjoy drawing— basically anything arts and crafts (jewelry and toploaders are my two other favorites!) ☆ I have several interchanging hyperfixations; Dislyte, Stardew Valley, Final Fantasy, Overwatch, and Apex Legends are some on my list currently ! I do not have a consistent posting schedule— I’m fairly busy and my blog is a hobby !

.* ☁︎︎ 🪴☆🪽𖦹₊ ⊹🪣 ⁺◦

☆ Masterlist ☆

☆ Requests [closed !] ☆

I do have rules for requests ! As open as i try to be, I don’t want to force myself to create something I wouldn’t be okay with.

𖦹 no incest or stepcest.

𖦹 No rape/non-consensual.

𖦹 Certain tropes such as fake dating, love triangles, alpha/omega, et cetera. If you request tropes, I’ll let you know if it’s okay ! I can and will make exceptions

𖦹 Any form of pedophilia.

𖦹 Any character x character— I’m sorry but I can’t bring myself to do it, especially if it’s a ship I’m against or don’t like ❌

Those are the base rules! Just try to be aware of what you’re asking for and please be patient ! I go through my DM’s very often so I’ll try to get to you as quickly as possible ♥︎

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Guys please Feng Xun is literally the loml

I spent hours yesterday spamming my close friends on Instagram about Ethan and Feng Xun and comparing them (I’m so normal about them.) (My mutuals think I am insane.) SO I’ve wrote a bunch of headcanons for them, prompt being what kind of a boyfriend I think they would be/what they would be like in a relationship.

This isn’t a rq, just me self indulgent rambling. I will post Ethan’s later because I’m so tired.

. ࣪ ˖ Feng Xun:

• My first thought about Feng Xun as a boyfriend is actually that he’s definitely husband material. He’s quite polite and genuine, so you can’t convince me otherwise!

• He’s very independent, lonely even. His sister going into a coma along with him traveling by his lonesome has made him grow accustomed to it, and so I think he might come across as a little more distant than he means, at first. You’ll eventually find that this is just a wall he puts up, and he’s much more affectionate and clingy than you ever would have originally guessed.

• He doesn’t mean to, but I feel that he is probably just full of guilt and regret over what happened with his sister, and fears something will happen to his partner or that he may lose them to. He knows what happened wasn’t his fault, however he regrets not being there for his sister more I am sure, and I think this affects him a lot more than he might let on.

• We also know he canonly cannot see the future of those he’s close with clearly. I think that’s why he may act brute with Li Ling and pretend be harsh with him- he cannot get too close as he wants to be able to see his future clearly and have the knowledge that he can protect him- that goes for you, too. He may purposely give you a lot of space in the relationship at first, because he is concerned that he won’t be able to see your future clearly and protect you. He won’t admit that however.

• Essentially Feng Xun is afraid of losing you, wether that be due to him not being able to feel like he can let himself get close to you, or because he lets himself get too close and his vision of your future becomes bleary and unclear. He can’t lose you too, not after basically losing his sister. (I know she isn’t dead, but she’s not conscious so you get what I mean.)

• Because of his sister, he is much more conscious and careful over things he does and says to you. The last thing he would want to do is make you feel ignored or unloved and for something to happen to you, it’s his biggest fear. He realizes that being distant out of fear, he cannot possibly make you feel as loved as you deserve, so his mindset will eventually shift and he will open up. Just be patient, I think Feng Xun is alot more complex than you might would think at a single glance at his character. He would be an incredible boyfriend if he just let his guard down some.

• Feng Xun’s love is gentle. Almost cautious. He’s just afraid of making you uncomfortable in any way is all, and he will always ask first before he does anything. It almost agitates you. “You mind if I just lay my head on your shoulder and take a nap real quick?” He will ask, as if he does not do that constantly. That’s another thing, he can not keep his hands off you. He’s touchy, and clingy, but he’ll only show that in private. Again, he’s afraid of losing you. I think physical touch is definitely his love language; it comforts him- and you, so it’s a win win.

• He particularly enjoys resting his head on your chest or you resting your head on his, especially after a long day or particularly difficult job of his. He’s not hard to please in the slightest- to him, no matter what’s wrong, everything feels completely fine and okay when he can just hold you. When you’re not out hanging around his neighborhood with him or off traveling somewhere with him, the two of you can be found curled up in his bed- probably alongside a few cats.

• He’s extremely smart and observant, so good luck hiding literally anything from him. He knows what’s going to happen before it even happens after all, so you can’t hide anything. Just.. don’t even bother lying. Feng Xun is level headed and has a very strong mental capacity, so if something is wrong just tell him and he swears he’s gonna fix it for you. I actually feel that if something is wrong, he’d be the best person to talk to.

• His calm demeanor makes him incredibly easy to talk to and trust. I do not think there would be a such thing as arguments between the two of you- if there was, it’d have to be something major. Either way, if Feng Xun ever perceived an argument in the future, he would probably be able to prevent it before it even happened. The only good reason that I could think of causing him to get upset with you, is if you blatantly lie to him. There’s no reason to, because he already knows how things will play out, anyways. I think honesty is incredibly important to him, he is a man of his word after all and he would like if you could be the same. That is all he asks for, really.

• When he’s not out working a job trying for some extra cash or napping, Feng Xun loves taking you out places. Don’t expect anything too expensive or fancy, but he knows a few really nice spots he thinks you might like. Feng Xun likes taking you to get takeout at his favorite restaurants, and showing you his favorite spots around the neighborhood. Wether be the abandoned house the stray animals he feeds lives, or some little wildflower field he only just recently discovered. He just really wants to share every little thing with you, and I think that’s super cute. He may not be the richest guy but he’ll be damned if he doesn’t try his hardest to make you feel spoiled, and cared for.

• Just remind him that you don’t care about wether he spends money on you, it’s the quality time that counts. He feels the same way- He does not care no matter how bad things get, because if he just has you, then everything is fine. He believes that the both of you are destined to be together, and why argue with fate?

[boybandposter]

❤︎︎ [love] - 2B - NieR: Automata

prompt: you find yourself with 2B talking in a meadow

warnings: none per usual ! HOWEVER. This is a WLW ‼️ Not exactly a warning but obviously not everyone’s into that !

word count: 1.7K

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It had been a century since the war between humanity and the machines, and life on earth had returned to a relative peaceful state. Androids and humans lived amongst one another as they repaired the global damage from the countless battles fought on the surface (the area near the city Resistance camp being the first due to how bad it had become).

You were a human yourself, so there was only so much you could to do help in comparison to the androids and technology they had. You took a deep breath of the scent of the flowers in the meadow before you. It was your favorite place to be— away from everyone and not a trace of what happened during the war. It’s not that you didn’t like anyone in the used-to-be camp, in fact you loved each and every person there. But the peace it provided was like no other, and you relished the time you spent here.

The sound of grass rustling behind you stirred you from your thoughts, and you turned to face the source of the noise. It was none other than 2B who took long, elegant strides in your direction. It was funny— after a hundred years she still hardly changed. She wore a simple, black, short sleeved dress that reached the halfway point of her thighs, and black stockings with heels. The only thing that really changed was that she hardly ever wore her blindfold anymore. At least around you.

But in your eyes, it was hopeless. The last woman who asked her out was rejected pretty badly. 2B wouldn’t even let her speak, so you knew your feelings would have to remain buried. It didn’t even matter, you were so hopelessly infatuated that you would do anything to be in her presence.

2B stood directly at your side before sitting beside you, tucking her dress beneath her. Her fingers quickly slipped beneath her blindfold and tugged it off in one fluid motion, revealing her stormy blue eyes. “Hey. How long have you been out here?” Her voice was monotone, but it was expected. With her service as an android, it was a bit tough to stop her soldier-like tendencies such as her speaking.

You release your hold on your knees and stretched your legs out in front of you, leaning back on your hands. “Two hours I think. I kinda lost track of time.” You responded thoughtfully as you stared out across the expanse of the mesmerizing field. 2B simply look at you, her piercing gaze scanning your form. It made you nervous, but you managed to keep your eyes in front of you.

“I was looking for you, y/n.” 2B said, “But if you would like for me to leave, just say so.”

You shifted your gaze to look at the android, a look of slight confusion etched across your features. Normally when 2B came to find you, it was for little tasks or to ask little questions. You couldn’t recall a time when she came to you without an actual reason. Shit, now your heart was racing for sure. “No-! I mean, you’re perfectly fine to stay with me. Sorry. But do you mind if I ask why you were looking for me?”

You noticed the faintest trace of a smile on her pale features, but it soon disappeared. “I… I’m not entirely sure myself. How strange. I came here on impulse since I knew this would be where you’re at.” She mused to herself, shocked at her own behavior. Why had she come out here? And why did she feel so nervous? Shy, maybe?

You giggled at her words, but in all honesty they sent butterflies to your stomach. Maybe this was just a way of saying you two were close friends, but it was better than nothing. And certainly better than what that one woman got from 2B. Thank goodness you were too scared to make any moves.

A comfortable silence ensued between them as the sun crept behind the horizon. Hues of orange and pink painted the skies; the birds that sang earlier retiring for the evening. The moment was serene and beautiful, and you couldn’t be more grateful than to spend it with 2B. Your heart sank a bit as you realized that you would more than likely never get to spend it with each other as lovers.

After a long while of basking in the sunset, 2B cleared her throat. In her mind, she had battled in her mind about why she came to seek you out. Why she wanted to find you, and why her thoughts seemed to turn to you at any given moment. “Y/n… may I ask you something personal?”

You nodded and turned to face her, admiring the way the light of the setting sun hit 2B’s pale skin. She looked like an angel— although she appeared this way a majority of the time.

2B swallowed any reluctance and stared into your eyes with an unnamed passion. “Y/n, do you love me?” She questioned bluntly, not a hint of hesitation laced in her voice. The words caught you off guard as your mind raced to come up with an answer. You didn’t even know how to start, let alone what to tell her. Should you come up with a bullshit lie? No, 2B would see through the lie and call you out on it.

“Uh… well, in the sense of what?”

“Romance.”

Dammit. There really was no way out of this, and she was being more blunt than usual. I guess there wouldn’t be too much harm in telling her… right? For the second time, you remembered the rejection of the woman, and how 2B spoke such ill of her afterwards. It sent a shiver down your spine just thinking about it. Or rather, made the pit in your stomach grow tenfold.

“2B, I know lying to you is completely useless. But please. Just… listen before you say anything else, okay?” You nearly whispered everything you said, and 2B nodded. Taking a deep breath, you steeled yourself and began telling her everything.

“The truth is 2B, I do love you. I’ve loved you for so long that I don’t even know what to do with those feelings anymore. And I really did want to tell you, but after I heard about the rejections from other people, I couldn’t even handle the thought of you hating me.” You rambled on, gesturing a bit with your hands as you spoke, “I love the way you carry yourself; strong and unnerved. I love the way you pretend you don’t for care people in certain situations, but you would do anything in your power to help them. And God, I love the way your eyes speak to me.”

A sigh feel from your lips, “And I know that I’m a human and you’re an android, but I can’t help it.” You stopped your speech and buried your face in your hands. This had to be one of the most unexpected and humiliating moments on your life. It felt like ages before 2B said a word. “Y/n… look at me. Please?”

Her own hands wrapped around your own and pulled them away so she could look you in the eyes. Her slender fingers wrapped around your palms and pushed them to rest at your sides. “I— I know I’m not the most interesting or fun to be around. But the reason I refused all those women was because I wanted you. I’ve been a fool and haven’t understood until recently. And I still don’t understand these… feelings completely. So if you’re willing to be patient with me, could you help me learn more about love?” 2B leaned in, her breath caressing your lips. Her eyes flickered between your eyes and lips, her lashes fluttering as she waited.

You suddenly became aware of the fact that she was holding your hands, and that her thigh was touching yours, and that if you were to lean forward just the smallest amount, your lips would be on hers. It was almost overstimulating, but in the best way possible. “Why didn’t you tell me?” Your words were but a whisper against the breeze, but 2B heard every word.

“There are many other people who would be a better suitor than I. That’s all.”

You stared at her blankly before bursting into laughter, pulling her into a hug that sent you both to the ground. You sat up, staring down at a confused 2B, her bangs pushed up from the sudden push. “I love you 2B. I’m glad I can finally teach you something you don’t know.” You teased, a grin gracing your countenance.

2B’s cheeks tinted pink and one of her hands reached up and squished your cheeks. “Don’t get too difficult with me.” She scolded firmly, but her expression disproved her words. Her eyes softened as she observed your features, and her hold on your face loosened. “But teach me quickly, I’ve wasted time delaying this already.”

You hummed as you thought for a moment and an idea crossed your mind. “Since you want me to teach you something… how about a kiss?” You asked her innocently, but your heart was pounding out of your chest.

2B sat up and guided you to sit on her lap instead, her hands finding their way to your hips. “A kiss? Isn’t that when humans place their lips on one another’s as a form of affection?” You nodded curtly as you absentmindedly played with the hair at the base of her neck. 2B’s eyes flickered to your lips, “May I share a kiss with you?”

You nodded again before cupping her face in your hands. You closed your eyes before pressing your lips against her own, guiding her along as she treaded through the waters. It was almost laughable how stiff 2B became and how her grip along your hips tightened. But you wouldn’t trade it for the world.

You slowly broke the kiss with 2B’s breath ghosting across your lips. “Thank you y/n. I vow that as long as you live, I’ll be by your side.” And with that promise, she sealed her words with a gentle kiss as the sky went dark.

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author’s note: I think it’s my calling to write fanfic for the niche/unpopular characters </3 I’m probably going to write one for Tauro from Tears of the Kingdom or Niles from Fire Emblem: Fates next—

[boybandposter]

☆ Priorities - Feng Xun - Dislyte

prompt: just cuddles !

warnings: none ♥︎ just another fluff piece !

word count: 581

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Every day felt long to Feng Xun. He didn’t know why, but he always solved that problem through two different ways: sleeping and cuddling with you.

So after a long day of classes, he finds himself slowly unlocking the door to your shared apartment. His long fingers ran through his ebony locks as a sigh escaped his lips. “Hey, y/n… I’m home…” Feng Xun yawned and shuffled through the door and shut it behind him.

Without waiting for an answer, he immediately headed towards the bedroom where you would obviously be waiting. He was lazy, not clueless. Plus it was the same routine everyday— you went to work and he went to uni, you came home and hour beforehand and once he got home, he could finally spend some quality time with his girl.

Your eyes flickered up when you heard the lock of the door turn and your book immediately lost its appeal. A long stretch ensued before you sat up on the bed. You hadn’t even turned before a pair of arms snaked around your waist and squeezed.

A long sigh escaped Feng Xun’s lips, the warmth of his breath gently caressing your neck. “I missed you. All day. Every second was awful.” He mumbled against your neck, and he slowly pulled you to lay back down. You giggled as he adjusted and nestled his face against your breasts, much like a cat settling on a pillow.

You struggled against his weight as you shifted, but his arms never once left your waist. “Jeez, you act like I’m going to run off, relax baby.” You rolled your eyes as your fingers ran through his hair at a slow, even pace. It was so precious— you could feel him melting under your touch already.

Feng Xun mumbled something incoherent against your chest, the only indication that he was talking were the slight vibrations coming from his lips. You hadn’t even said anything before he lifted his head and rested his chin on your breasts and gave you a loving gaze. He nearly looked nearly love drunk, even though you hadn’t done anything. But that’s why you loved him so much— he loved you for every little thing you do, regardless of its merit or purpose.

“You might, it’s just a problem of you actually escaping. So that’s why I gotta hold you like this everyday.” He purred as he peppered kisses along your exposed skin. You squirmed a bit but that only further fueled his love assault. Before you could even speak, you were underneath him as he cuddled up.

“What, did you have a long day again?” Your words were teasing since you knew the answer to your question anyways. It was honestly a waste since Feng Xun was always tired so naturally his days dragged on, much to his dismay.

An exaggerated groan came from your boyfriend and you couldn’t help but giggle just a bit. “I swear Mr. — has it out for me. I already hate economics and he just had to go and give another project to the class.” He explained tiredly as his hand massaged your thigh in a soothing motion.

You pressed a kiss to his forehead to try and make him feel just a bit better. “Well, I could always help you. It’s not like I go to the same class so he can’t say that you got help—“

“You already do so much for me. I just want you, that’s all.”

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author’s note: I want him so bad it makes my head hurt. WHY ISNT THERE ANY FAN WORKS FOR HIM 💔

[boybandposter]

☾ “Paint me the Moon“ - Larry Johnson

prompt: It’s your seventeenth birthday, and Larry wants to give you a gift

warnings: none ! pure fluff ♥︎

word count: 1.6K

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A gentle plume of smoke spilled from your lips as you leaned further back into the couch. After a full day of partying with Ashley, Sal, and Larry, you four finally got to unwind at your apartment. Sadly, your parents were still gone due to business— promising to make up for it once they returned. Just another common occurrence, but you didn’t mind. It made it easier to have everyone over to just hang out anyways.

You took another drag of your blunt before speaking, “Being seventeen is great and all, but it’s just another year of high school.” You sighed and looked up at the ceiling with a lax smile. You heard Ash and Larry chuckle, and Larry crossed his legs over your lap.

“Just drop out, dumbass. You could always do pole dancing like you joke around abo—“ Larry couldn’t even finish his sentence before you threw a decorative pillow at his face.

“Come on, you know those are jokes. Kinda. Maybe.” You kept changing your words and passed the rest of your joint to Sal, who sat quietly on the ottoman. He was more talkative earlier, but it was getting late and it had been a long day.

As if on queue, Ashley stood from the floor and stretched, a small crack coming from her back. You hadn’t noticed, but she shot Sally a look as if indicating some secret message. “Well, I dunno about you guys, but I’m beat.” She talked as she picked up a bit of the mess, which wasn’t too much of a hassle. Sal stood up as well and ran his hair through his blue locks.

“Same, and I gotta feed Gizmo. When we stopped at my apartment my dad was out, so I can only assume he still is.” His voice was slightly muffled by his prosthetic as he spoke, and he trudged over to where you sat. Sal grabbed your hands and pulled you up into a tight hug. He wished you happy birthday for the millionth time, telling you how grateful he was for you and that he wanted you to trip and eat grass (you had shoved him earlier at the lake and he nearly did the same).

You laughed and pulled away from his arms and was quickly met by Ashley’s embrace, where she nearly squished the life from your frame, spouting quick words of ‘I love you so much’ and ‘happy birthday’. Ash planted a quick kiss on your cheek and looked at Larry, who still sat on the couch lazily. Soon after, it was just you and Larry at your apartment. It wasn’t uncommon by any means— almost every other time all four of you hung out, Larry stayed behind to keep you company. Or you two would simply hang out with each other when the other two were busy.

You nestled back to your spot on the couch and put your own legs above Larry this time, his large palm resting on top of your shin. You could’ve sworn that for a split second, Larry ran his thumb back and forth, but you had smoked a little so you ignored it. But what really threw you off was that he was just… staring. His brown eyes reached into your soul, at least that’s what it felt like. After what felt like an hour, he chuckled and leaned his head back against the headrest.

“Sorry I had spaced out, I was just thinking.”

“You? Think? I don’t think so.” Your laugh was cut short as he pinched your ankle, making you squeal and flinch. “Sorry, sorry! It was too good to pass up. And you definitely set yourself up for that one.”

Larry rolled his eyes and sighed with a soft smile on his face. He almost looked ethereal in the dimly lit room, and you had to shake yourself mentally to avoid staring… again. “I was going to give you a little something for your big day, but maybe you don’t want it after all.” He admitted with a shrug and a simple tilt of his head.

“What?! C’mon, now I’m curious! You never give gifts, so please? I’ll be super nice this time!” You pleaded with him, but the grin on your face contradicted your words. Your hands mimicked a praying motion as you sat up on the couch. your mind raced with thoughts and ideas of what he could’ve brought. Whatever it was, you were bound to cherish it forever and you knew you were going to write this moment down in your journal later.

Larry stood up from the cushions and pulled his long hair into a loose bun that hung at the nape of his neck. “You better behave then. And close your eyes, y/n. Wouldn’t want to spoil the surprise, would we now?”

You immediately complied and placed your hands over your eyes. All you could do was listen as he shuffled around the room, but you knew it was pointless. A comfortable silence filled the room, until Larry broke it with a heavy exhale. “Alright, I guess you can take a look now.”

“You guess? What do you…” You trailed off as you removed your hands, ad you were met face-to-face with the most gorgeous portrait of yourself. Your eyes scanned and admired every minuscule detail, from the way your hair had clung to your skin to the wrinkles of your smile. Not a single word escaped your tongue.

Tears slowly trailed down your cheeks unbeknownst to you as you turned to Larry, who looked anxious to his core. His hands opened and closed as he waited for something, anything— He wanted you to hurry and tell him that you hated it, or that he got your face wrong. God, this was making his heart pound like crazy.

Your voice broke him out of his thoughts, his eyes snapping upwards to meet your gaze.

“Larry… it’s beautiful. I— God, I don’t even know what to say, I…” Your eyes flickered between the painting and the man in front of you.

Larry rubbed the back of his neck and shoved his other hand in his pocket. “Maybe a thank you would work for now?” He chuckled breathlessly and a weight was immediately lifted off his shoulders. But for him, he had one more thing planned out for you. A laugh escaped from your mouth as you wiped the salty tears from your cheeks, shaking your head to try and collect yourself.

The next thing Larry knew, you were wrapping your arms around his neck in a warm embrace. His brain stopped for a moment, any witty comments flying from his thoughts. Without too much waiting, you felt his arms slide around your waist. “I’m glad you like it y/n. I was actually pretty fucking nervous to give it to you.” Larry chuckled in your ear and pulled away just enough to see your face.

You quirked your eyebrow and cocked your head to the side in confusion. Normally Larry wouldn’t have any problem showing you his work. Every time he finished a piece he would invite you over to see it. “Why would you be nervous about it? It’s one of the most beautiful paintings I’ve ever seen from you.” You questioned him innocently, the evident curious tone taking place in your voice.

Larry’s gaze flickered away from yours for a brief moment, “That’s where the second part of my ‘gift’ comes in. That’s really the reason I’m nervous.” He explained with a deep exhale. You couldn’t help but notice how tense he suddenly felt.

“Y/n…. I know I’m not the best person around, that much is obvious. But… can I have the honor of being your boyfriend?” His cheeks flared pink at his quickly spoken question. Both of you sat in a shocked silence but what else were you supposed to do?

Larry couldn’t believe he had actually worked up the guts to ask, and you? You yet again found yourself staring at him with a slacked jaw. Your own cheeks burnt, but you couldn’t focus on anything except the fact that he asked to be your boyfriend. Emotions ran through your body, but the most prominent of them was the sheer and utter joy of it all. You couldn’t remember a time when you didn’t have a crush on Larry, but you always thought it was a hopeless case. But everything is different now. “Are you being serious? Like, this isn’t a joke?”

Larry simply shook his head with a sheepish look plastered on his slender face. Were you that repulsed by the idea of dating him?

You shrieked and found yourself hugged him so hard that he nearly stumbled backwards onto the couch. “Yes! Yes, yes, yes! Oh my God, I can’t believe this is actually happening right now!” You giggled and bounced on your toes, your hold on his body never once loosening. Every other gift paled in comparison (except for the painting, that was definitely the second favorite) to his words. “Fuck, I just wanna kiss you right now!” Your eyes widened at your own words and you blankly gazed at him to await his reaction.

Larry’s hands ghosted over your arms, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. They stopped to cup your face, his own smile sending butterflies straight to your stomach. “Well, I am your boyfriend now. Go crazy. Please.” Larry whispered the last phrase and you couldn’t even stop yourself from kissing him senseless.

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author’s note: PLEASE I actually love Larry so much it makes my head hurt. I was going to make it a little longer but it didn’t happen🗿

[boybandposter]

✧ Silly Games - Luke Castellan

description: Luke asks you to stay and hang out with him after dinner to play a little game.

warnings: none :) just some fluff ♥︎

word count: 640

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“Come on, y/n. Just a few rounds— you and me.” Luke gave you a knowing look, his eyes twinkling as you both sat by the bonfire. He asked you every so often to play rock, paper, scissors and you didn’t know why. You played anyways, but he was always a little too insistent on it. Some nights he practically begged.

“Fine, fine. But we gotta be quick, I promised some of the girls that I would do whatever braids they wanted tonight before bed.” You rolled your eyes as you held your fist up over your other palm. You watched Luke’s face light up from your words and his iconic shit-eating grin spread across his countenance.

“Alright, but this time we’re gonna add a little something, y’know? Excitement if you will. I dunno.” Luke shrugged innocently but you knew damn well he was hiding something. You furrowed your brows and shot him a look.

“Oh? What’s that ‘something’?” You spoke with a playful edge to your voice but it was probably something stupid, like putting a snake into the Aphrodite cabin. Thank goodness he lost so the girls in there wouldn’t get you back. They could be mean when they wanted to.

“If you win, I’ll sneak out and get you whatever you want from the city. If you lose…” Luke lowered his voice and slowly leaned in. He was so close that his soft breath grazed your own skin. “… You have to give me a kiss.” You watched his lips utter those words and you nearly gasped.

Your eyebrows immediately shot up as your draw simultaneously dropped. “What?! Wha— what?!” You kept repeating yourself but you genuinely didn’t know what to say. This felt so sudden, but… it’s not like you didn’t have feelings for Luke. “C’mon, there’s no way I heard you right.” You spoke sheepishly and strictly avoided his gaze.

You didn’t even have to look up to know that he was smirking like an idiot. Luke gently flicked your ear to get your attention. “I guess you heard me right, with that reaction anyways. I mean, if you don’t wanna I won’t force it— wait— yikes, it just sounded better in my head—“ Luke stumbled on his words, and this was admittedly one of the few times he’s ever really gotten this flustered.

You held up your hand to make him stop rambling and you finally met his dark eyes. The same eyes that always held a kindness in them, and that always seemed to draw you in. I mean, wouldn’t anyone get lost in his eyes?

“Calm down, lover boy. Fortunately for you, I don’t back down from a challenge— even if it’s kinda stupid.” A smile small crept on your lips, but your ears still felt warm from the initial shock of it all. “Well… anyways. Hurry up before I change my mind—“

Luke simply nodded along, and you watched his Adam's apple bob up and down as he swallowed. “Right, sorry, I— sorry. But get ready to lose— I hope you have your lip gloss on you.” You rolled your eyes and dug it out from your small bag and set it on the bench. Your heart was racing as you slowly held your hand up yet again, a shaky breath leaving your lips. Your eyes scanned Luke’s face, his eyebrows furrowed with look of concentration plastered across his face.

“Alright, you ready..?” Luke held his own closed fist up and you nodded, “Okay… rock, paper, scissors… shoot.”

You held up scissors and you stared at Luke, who had chosen rock. Maybe the stereotype about guys choosing rock first wasn’t a lie. You hadn’t even noticed your leg bouncing in a nervous anticipation, and the few seconds of silence felt like an eternity.

“So, how about that kiss then, y/n?”

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authors note: I’m thinking about making this two parts, let me know if this is any good ( ´ ▽ ` ).｡ｏ♡ sorry it’s kinda short !