#((my poor lovesick puppy of a boy))

[eff-plays]

I'm in the middle of Act 2 and here's my opinion of all the companions so far.

Lae'zel: I didn't like her at all first, but then she told me she loved how I stink and I realized she's just an angry little guy. She's so pissed at all times and I like how she hisses at me. Girl you are fucked up. 10/10, will romance her at some point.

Shadowheart: Ngl she was a little bland but very easy to get approval with so she was my bestie early on. Now that she's revealed her religious trauma I think she's a poor little meow meow. She should be a tumblr sexyman. 10/10, will romance her at some point.

Astarion: Went in hating his ass thinking he was overhyped. Got brainwashed quickly by the horny voice and the laugh lines. Hated him again when he kept being a little bitch. Hugged him oh so tenderly. He likes it when I tell people to kill themselves. 10/10, will romance him again.

Gale: Was considering romancing him until the ex reveal. Big turnoff for insecure bitches (me). Act 2 started and I got interested again because of the angst. He's funny and his dialogue is the best written/wittiest out of all the companions. Accidentally led him on. 10/10, will romance him at some point.

Wyll: Thought he was a bit bland at first ngl. Very standard backstory. Probably the best-looking companion out of all of them. Got extremely easy approval with him despite not bringing him around often. Then I realized he's charmingly silly but deeply genuine with his heroic aspirations. 10/10, wyll romance him at some point.

Karlach: Best girl, no contest. Loved her from the start. Big, fun, funny, good heart, and boy she can do a LOT of damage on the battlefield. Absolutely waifu material. Touchstarved and gorgeous? I'm straight but she could get it type shit. I want her to split me in half with a single pelvic thrust. 10/10, will romance her at some point.

Halsin: Liked him from the start. He's fucking massive. My Tav looked at him with lovesick puppy eyes in every early custcene so I was considering romancing him in the beginning, but he's way too nice for them lmao. No notes, he's literally just a giant teddy bear of a man and I love him. 10/10, will romance him at some point.

All in all it's pretty impressive how Larian got jackpot on all of these little freaks. I can't say I dislike any of them.

[gay-dorito-dust]

If your requests are open, I would like to request Koby x reader where Koby confesses and the reader accepts (◍•ᴗ•◍)

Koby, my sweet sweet boy. Kisses and cuddles for my pink haired sweetheart. 💕💐

Once Koby comes to terms that no, it’s not normal for friends to get shy with each other, sweaty palms, flustered cheeks, have constant daydream about holding their hand and going on cute dates together and that he was in fact 100% in love with you. The poor boy becomes even more flustered -if that was even possible- and it certainly doesn’t help when Helmeppo teases him whenever your nearby, driving his elbow into his pink haired friends side, before gesturing to where you were standing once he had got Koby’s attention; Not bothering to hide the growing smirk across his smug face upon seeing how obvious it was that Koby liked you beyond a platonic sense.

‘It’s cute.’ Helmeppo said to Koby one day, catching his attention, the pinkette could clearly hear that there was something more in Helmeppo’s words.

‘What’s cute?’ He’d ask, brows pinched.

‘Your obvious infatuation with our dear y/n.’ Helmeppo responded smugly when he saw how quickly Koby’s cheeks become cherry red, that Helmeppo swore it had to be the fastest he’s ever seen in his life to the point where he couldn’t help but laugh much to his friends expense.

‘Is it that obvious?’ Koby asked in a state of panic, a sense of dread overtook him as his mind began to dangerously overthink every interaction he ever had with you leading up to this very moment, searching for any possible indication where he might’ve accidentally slipped up and gave you a hint about liking you. But nothing came up and yet that only made him panic even more. ‘Do you think that they know I like them?!’ Koby added.

‘Keep this up and I’m certain they will if they haven’t already.’ Helmeppo retorted sarcastically, but upon seeing the state that his friend was in because of some lighthearted teasing, he sighed and decided to offer him a little bit of advice. ‘If you like them as much as you claim, then why are you over complaining this for yourself?’ King remained silent and Helmeppo took that as his cue to continue. ‘Love shouldn’t have to be this complicated and if even the mere idea of y/n possibly knowing you like them causes you this much distress, then do you truly have what it takes to be in a long term committed relationship with them to begin with?’

Helmeppo’s words had give Koby a much needed wake up call as he decided then and there that he wouldn’t allow himself to be the reason he didn’t try to make an effort and confess to you, for if he were to loose you to someone else then the pinkette would have no one to blame but himself and therefore proving Helmeppo right. So instead of wasting any more time waiting for the perfect moment to confess like he wanted, Koby decided that if he were to pick a time to confess, then it would have to be now whilst he still had the courage and determination flowing through his veins.

So off Koby went, cherry red cheeked and all, to find you and when he did finally find you, you were all on your own and without warning the poor boy felt his chest tighten, his hands sweating, his uneven breathing as every aspect of his body told him to go back the way he came and try another day. But Koby promised himself that he would stop running away when the things that lie ahead of him felt too big for him to overcome as Helmeppo’s words came back to haunt him as he stared at you like a lovesick puppy.

‘Love shouldn’t have to be this complicated and if even the mere idea of y/n possibly knowing you like them causes you this much distress, then do you truly have what it takes to be in a long term committed relationship with them to begin with?’

Koby steeled himself, taking a deep breath in then exhaling it, before making his way towards you as he mentally battles himself from overthinking everything and potentially ruining a good thing before it even began. ‘Hey y/n.’ He greeted a tad stiffly but you smiled at him softly none the less, making his cheeks heat up once again.

‘Hey Koby, what can I do you for?’ You asked and Koby almost forgot his words for a brief moment upon hearing your voice, before finally recomposing himself by coughing into his hand and straightening his posture. ‘May I take a moment of your time and get something that I’ve been meaning to get off chest?’ He asked meekly as you immediately stood up to close some distance between you and Koby -causing him to squeal internally at the close proximity- before resting your hands reassuringly upon his arms.

‘Of course you can Koby, you know you can come to me if anything is bothering you because I’m your friend remember?’ You told him.

‘That’s part of the problem y/n, I don’t want us to just be friends anymore.’ Koby stated as he watched your face drop and felt you remove your hands from his arms, when his hands instantly went to hold your face as to keep you from moving further away from him out of the hurt you were feeling and smiled softly at you. ‘What I meant by that was I can’t continue pretending that I’m keeping my feelings at bay for the sake of preserving what we have as friends.’ Koby started. ‘When what I really want is for us to be more then that, because what I feel for you goes well beyond the boundaries of what’s considered a platonic relationship.’

‘What do you feel for my Kody?’ You asked, already having your answer prepared.

‘Love.’ Kody replied simply. ‘I feel love towards everything you do and everything that you are, so much so that I can’t go to sleep without thinking of the tender smile that graces your face, nor the sweetest laugh that leaves your lips but remains firmly in my mind. Just so that I may never forget it’s beautiful sound if I ever were to find myself lost within the chaos of my own mind.’ He finishes, feeling good that he was finally able to get everything off of his chest but that quickly changed to worry when he looked for your reaction.

You didn’t give him one as you were quick to press a kiss to his cherry red cheeks that felt warm beneath your lips before pulling away with a smitten smile that mirrored his. ‘I love you too Koby.’ You said softly but that was all the pinkette needed to hear for his heart to sore. A simple confession was enough to sweep him off his feet, had you added more onto it and Koby would’ve sworn he’d pass out if that kiss wasn’t going to.

Needless to say Helmeppo was happy that his advice helped push Koby in the right direction but did you guys really have to be all cutesy whilst his single ass was right there? The audacity. He helps his mate get the person of his dreams and this is the thanks he gets?

He’s kidding, he’s really happy for the both of you.

[plainemmanem]

kissing best friend!steve🫠🫠

pining, obsessed steve? you got it<3

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"Do you ever think about the time we first met?"

Steve peers over his drink, his eyes skeptical and focused in on you from across the table, anxiously awaiting your answer.

"You’re my best friend," you shrug, eyes staring down into your mug at the remnants of your milkshake. “Of course I remember the time we first met.”

That wasn’t necessarily his question, but he’ll take what he can get.

He swallows harsh. “How’d it go?” 

You eye him suspiciously, quickly noting the nervous thrum of his fingers on the table between you.

He’s been quiet all night. And Steve’s never quiet when he’s with you. Not during your weekly Friday dinners at the diner. 

Steve’s always been a talker, ranting and rambling about work and his parents and the possibility of school. You were the only person he ever really opened up to about these things; the only person he ever felt comfortable enough to tell.

So, he knew you would notice something was off right away. He kept turning the conversation to you, listening with a far off stare. He didn’t chat up the waitress like he usually did, or bicker with you about the radio on the drive over.

But he can’t help it. His brain was going a million miles a minute and his palms were starting to sweat and he’s really never felt so nervous in his entire life.

Tonight is the night. Tonight’s the night Steve comes clean about his feelings for you – all those sickly, sweet feelings he’s been wanting to tell you ever since he met you.

Like how much he adores your laugh and your smile and the smell of your perfume. And the way you always keep extra tissues in your pocket when you know he has a cold. And how you always save him the seat next to you for movie night. And how you always ask him if he’s eaten that day and had a glass of water. And how Friday is his favorite day of the week because he gets to see you. And how he wishes he could see you every day. And how he’s never felt so lovesick before in his life. And how he really, really has to tell you he needs you because he doesn’t think he can keep it from you for much longer. And how he can’t stand being near you and not being able to kiss you when you smile at him like that. And how he hopes to god you feel the same way because he doesn’t think he can take losing you.

But he can’t say all that. He physically cannot say all that.

Secretly, he’s been silently hoping you would just figure out his feelings by yourself  already, so he wouldn’t have to muster up the courage to tell you himself. 

It’s genuinely concerning you haven’t noticed already; he shows you his infatuation nearly every time you two are together. He’ll kneel down to tie your shoe for you when it comes undone. And he constantly calls you “just to hear your voice.” And he’ll rub your arms in the freezer section of the grocery store so you don’t get cold because you refuse to just take his jacket. And he still wears that silly friendship bracelet you made him in the tenth grade because he’s too afraid to lose it if he takes it off. And he always, without a doubt, gives you half of his food at the diner, even if he hasn’t eaten all day. 

The poor boy’s practically obsessed with you, but you never seem to notice – always off in your own little world, leaving Steve to trail behind you like a lovesick, little puppy.

But he doing the whole puppy dog act tonight. He wasn’t doing anything tonight. He was a wet blanket dripping all over the booth tonight. And he was acting nervous. 

And you still couldn’t figure out why. 

So, by the time you both finished dinner and your waitress brought the check, you were just a touch annoyed.

“‘How’d it go?’” you repeated, truthfully understanding the question, but just wanting to give Steve a hard time. 

“Sure, you know. The first time we met… how’d it go?” he asks again, unsure how to make himself any clearer.

Under the table, his foot had started to mimic the nervous tapping of his fingers. Your eyes snapped to his hand, then the bottom lip between his teeth (nervous habit), then down to your purse next to you in the booth.

“Well,” your brows furrow at the check near the end of the table as you blindly start feeling around your purse for some bills, “I seem to recall it was at the mall? You were in that adorable getup with the hat and the socks… and Robin was there–” You turn your full attention down to your purse, looking at it, offended. 

Steve’s eyes narrow on you from across the booth.

“Ah!” You finally pull a crumbled up twenty from the bottomless pit that is your purse. 

He really needs to remind you to clean that thing out again. 

“Where was I?” you ask innocently over at him, “Oh, right. Robin… Robin, Robin. Oh! She told me you were gonna hit on me and that I should shoot you down no matter what.” You finish with a triumphant smile, the memory drifting back into your mind. 

He’s always liked when you smile like that. Like he’s the butt of the joke.

“Right right,” he nods, eyes dropping back to the empty glass in front of him.

You seem to be waiting for him to just come out with it, to just say whatever it is that’s been eating him all night.

But he can’t. Something about the moment feels off.

He’s afraid to peek up and catch your icy glare drilling into him, until he hears you let out another huff as you start shimmying out of the diner booth without him.

“Wh–?” You were already halfway towards the door. His hand swipes up the twenty-dollar bill you left as he digs into his back pocket for his own wallet. He tugs out a twenty of his own and  replaces it on the table. He tosses out a five as well – should be enough for a tip – before he spots the forgotten purse on your seat and swipes that up, too, sticking your money back in the rightful pocket of your bag before jogging after you.

He's caught up to you just as you've reached the diner door, and you quickly drop it in his face, opting instead to head towards his car in a dramatic huff. 

Eyes rolling, Steve swings the glass door back open, his foot making it about half-way through the exit before the hostess calls out to him.

"You finally gonna bite the bullet and tell her tonight, Stevie boy?" she chides him.

"Har, har, Janet. Very funny," he grumbles, tucking your purse under his arm to preserve some of his dignity.

"See you next week, Harrington," she chuckles, looking back down at the desk in front of her.

God. Is he that obvious?

Shaking the fear from his mind, he bursts back out into the warm, summer air, trailing a step or two after you.

"I didn’t hit on you, by the way," he insists, unlocking the car and jogging over to open the passenger side for you.

You slide in, your belly laugh cut off as he closes the door on you. 

Once again, he's found himself to be the butt of the joke. He still doesn't mind all that much.

A smile starts to creep onto his lips upon hearing your laughter, but the grin quickly fades as he remembers the severity of his situation. Steeling his nerves, Steve strides around the hood to the driver's seat.

You're just gonna… go in there and just...Tell her. Just say what you feel, Harrington, c'mon. Best case scenario, she feels the same. Worst case scenario, she laughs in your face.

He grips the door handle, but can't seem to muster up the courage to get in just yet. He catches sight of you through the window, riffling through his glovebox, no doubt looking for the mixtape he made for you all those months ago. You spot the one with his writing on the side – crisp, clean – like he took far too much care in writing it. It's just your name on the side, nothing fancy, but he wanted to make it clear this tape was for you in particular. No one else.

Christ, you're becoming a problem.

He grits his teeth and hops inside as you load up the tape, still chuckling to yourself from earlier. Steve bites back another smile.

"Why's that funny? I didn't hit on you when you came in, I was perfectly civil–"

"Steve, you asked me what color lipstick I was wearing and if I had any plans that night," you shoot him a smirk as you reach for your seatbelt.

A blush warms his cheeks at the memory; he thought you would have forgotten.

He clears his throat and starts the ignition, turning in his seat and throwing his arm around your headrest to reverse, actively avoiding your gaze.

"I– uh, don't remember that."

"You're such a terrible liar, Steve," you smile through the words, whistfully, like he has no idea what he’s gotten himself into.

A chuckle bubbles up in his chest and he can't help but peek over at your smile. Now fussing with the buttons of the stereo, you listen for the song you want to hear.

You look pretty just sitting in his passenger seat, the sun gently setting through the whisps of your hair. 

His eyes snap back to his rear window.

The car jolts to life as it swings out of the parking lot. Steve knows the way to your house by heart, but he always insists on taking the longer route back on Fridays.

"I'm actually an amazing liar, thank you very much," he mutters casually, adjusting his rearview mirror and merging onto the road.

"No, Steve, you're not," you finally find the right song and turn up the volume a touch - loud enough to hear the lyrics, but soft enough for you two to hold a conversation. 

Steve likes this song. He likes all the songs on this tape because they remind him of you – Friday night drives back to your place, close proximity in his car, those butterflies in his stomach when your gaze turns on him.

"Y/N, I am so good at poker, your brain couldn’t even handle it–"

"Being good at poker doesn't necessarily mean you're good at lying, Steve. Just means you're good at reading people."

"Well that, too," he gives you a cocky look before snapping back to the road. "I'm a man of many talents."

"Pshhh," you smack his arm, as if he's said something particularly funny.

"Ow– Wha–? What is so fucking funny?" He shoots you a look across the car, half shocked, half annoyed.

"Nothing," you're giggling through your words once again, "Nothing, Steve."

"What, you don't think I have any talents?" He's accusatory now, leaning towards you for dramatic effect, his eyes still trained on the road.

"No! No, I didn't say that." A wave of seriousness washes over you, but it's quickly replaced with a sincere lightness, a gentle smile as you look at him. "I think you're plenty talented, Steve."

He scoffs, "Don't take that tone with me."

"What tone?" your voice bounces around the car, "I'm not taking any tone."

"That teasing tone, that 'Oh, yeah. Sure, Steve, whatever you say' tone."

You giggle at his poor impression of you, and he can't help the dopey smile that spreads across his face. He can never stay annoyed with you for too long.

You’ve turned your attention back to his glovebox now. He can tell you're reorganizing the tapes stowed there in a very particular order. He strains his eyes a bit to catch the titles. They’re ordered from left to right – his favorites to his least favorites. They’re definitely easier for him to reach from the driver's seat now.

His chest aches at your actions, how you subconsciously think of him, and a warm smile envelops his face. He thinks about how he'd rearrange every tape you've ever owned if it meant making your life a fraction easier.

Your hands freeze and you spin to face him. A silly smile slips onto your own lips and Steve’s breath hitches. 

"What’re you smiling about?" you question coyly.

His grip on the wheel tightens and his eyes snap back to the road. He needs to contain himself.

"You always patronize me." He's grasping at straws, but he knows it'll distract you from the nervous hand running through his hair and the nibbling of his bottom lip.

“Patronize y–? Well, I'm sorry you feel that way, but I wasn't patronizing you just now. I was being sincere." You go back to sifting through his glovebox, muttering to yourself, "Surprised you can even use that word in a sentence…”

His eyes drift back down to your deft, pretty fingers, that bright, pristine nail polish, and he has to steel himself once again. There could be dents on the wheel by the time he pulls in your driveway.

A heavy sigh leaves him as he reaches up to anxiously adjust his rearview mirror. He knows he looks nervous as hell; he just hopes you're too wrapped up in your own little world to notice.

You don't seem to, now picking at your pretty manicure and tapping your foot to the music gliding through the speakers.

Steve passes your street sign and he can't stop the impending dread that washes over him at the idea of you no longer sitting in his car. He always hates the drive back to his place after he drops you off - your warmth still mingling in the air, but he can't quite get a hold of it. He likes that your perfume lingers when you leave, and the smell of your shampoo, but he just hates how it fades so quickly, until he gets to smell it again next Friday.

Pulling into your driveway, his stomach drops. It really is now or never.

He switches off the ignition, leaving you two in the warm darkness of the summer night, surrounded by that hazy light right after sunset. Only bits and pieces of your silhouette are visible from the dashboard light, but you’re still as stunning as always.

A heated look passes between you two before you're gathering up your things to leave, mindful to take your tape out of the stereo, replacing it with his favorite one for his ride home.

Your hand reaches for the handle as you start your goodbye. 

"Kay, well, I'll see you next week, okay–" 

But he stops you with a hand around your wrist. A silent plead for you to stay.

His heart is in his throat. Your pulse is so strong beneath his fingers. He swears he hears your breath catch.

“Y/N," his voice was low, unsure, like he was still thinking of what exactly to say.

"Yeah?" you give him a worried expression, tuned into his serious tone.

"I…" 

But the words were caught in his throat, lips unable to form the words. 

"I… I forgot." He deflates just a fraction and rubs your wrist once with his thumb before dropping it.

"Geez, Steve. Don't scare me like that. Thought you were gonna say you hate me or something like that." You chuckle as you swing the passenger door open.

Hate you? Hate you?

He’s not even thinking when he pushes open the driver’s side door and jogs after you to your porch. 

You stop fumbling with your front door keys and turn to confront him.

“Forgot something, Harrington–?”

But he cuts off your teasing with his lips pressed to yours. 

His hands run up to your neck, his thumbs nestled under your jaw and the pads of his fingers stroking at the soft spot below your ear. Your lips are so soft, so smooth, he can’t stop the little sigh from leaving his throat. Finally, he feels you relax into him, coming up to wrap your hands around his wrists gently, melting into his touch.

Eyes squeezing shut, he’s trying to memorize the feel of you, the smell of your shampoo and the feeling of his nose brushing your soft cheek, and the way your lips move against his, trying to drag the kiss out for as long as possible. 

Unfortunately, he still needs that stupid thing called oxygen and he’s forced to pull back. His hands stay at your neck, the thumbs rubbing across your jawline, as his blown pupils sweep over your face.

“I’m really, really into you, by the way,” his words come out so breathless as he looks between your swollen lips and your wide eyes.

A shaky breath escapes through your lips. “Good thing I’m into you, too, pretty boy.”

He can’t even get worked up about the nickname before he’s leaning in again, this kiss much slower, much more meaningful. His heart starts to ache from the feel of your fingers rubbing along his knuckles, and he can’t stop from smiling against your lips. Eventually, he has to stop from how sickeningly sweet his chest feels, pulling back to rub the tip of his nose up the bridge of yours with his eyes squeezed shut, his cheeks and his lungs slowly starting to ache in the best way.

He hears a content hum come from the back of your throat, and he can’t help but mimic the same sticky, sentimental sound himself.  

His eyes pop back open to get a good look at you. Your cheeks are flushed and your pupils are blown; you can’t seem to contain your own smile. 

“Uh… sorry, if that was a little… unexpected,” he chuckles at your smarmy grin, his hands leaving your face as he takes a bashful step back and off your porch. “I’ll, uh… see you next Friday!”

Spinning confidently on his heel, hands tucking into his pockets, he makes his way back down your walkway and to his car, leaving you there a bit speechless. He smiles to himself at your stunned silence as he reaches for the door handle. Pausing for a moment, he spins back round, riding his adrenaline high. 

“I’ll call you!” he calls out to you before swinging the door open and hopping in.

You’re just left there, standing on your porch, watching him drive off, one honk of the horn and then he’s down your street. 

A hand comes up to graze over your kiss swollen lips. The spot where Steve Harrington just kissed you. The spot where Steve Harrington’s lips were on yours. 

Little did Steve know, you’ve been waiting for him to do that for months now…

[bradshawssugarbaby]

Silent Night, Joyful Hearts - Jake Seresin x Reader

A/N: This is my second of three entries for @sailor-aviator's Christmas Writing Challenge to celebrate the holidays with our favourite aviators.

pairing:  Jake Seresin x reader

warnings/content: Jake as a lovesick little puppy, mentions of church/Christianity.

word count: 1.9k

It had been months since Jake had gone back home to Austin, Texas. He couldn’t remember a date other than “too long.” When the chance to go home for a three week leave for the holidays arose, Jake practically jumped on it. As cocksure and seemingly uncaring as he made himself out to be, at the end of the day, Jake was becoming homesick, ready for a long overdue trip to his hometown.

“Uncle Jake! Uncle Jake!” 

A little voice squealed from the living room around the corner, a blonde haired, green eyed little boy - the spitting image of Jake - came speeding into the hallway, wrapping his tiny arms around his uncle’s leg in an effort to hug him. Jake reached down and tousled the boy’s hair, beaming down at his little nephew as he scooped him up for a hug.

“Well if it ain’t my favourite nephew! Miss me?” Jake chuckled as he gave his nephew a tight squeeze.

“Sure did!” The boy grinned, in an accent that almost perfectly matched Jake’s. 

“Easton, give your poor Uncle Jake a minute’s breathing space, he just got in the door!” Jake’s sister, Stephanie shook her head as she laughed, her hand on her hip as she watched her son fuss over his uncle. 

“Nah, don’t worry ‘bout it, Steph, I missed the lil’ guy, I don’t mind being showered with a warm welcome. Besides, he’s gotta say hi to me now before his big moment on stage tonight!” Jake grinned, ruffling Easton’s hair once again.

“I’m gonna play one of the smart guys at Jesus’ birthday party, Uncle Jake!” Easton said proudly as he puffed out his chest.

“You’re gonna be a what, bud?” Jake bit his lip as he held back a laugh at the six-year-old’s misinterpretation of a nativity play.

“Well, Mommy said wise means smart, so isn’t that what a wiseman is?” Easton furrowed his brow as he thought it over.

“I guess in a way, it does, pal, but you know, I fell asleep during Sunday school a lot, I wouldn’t listen to me.”

Jake set Easton down on the ground, the boy running off to go get himself changed into his outfit for his performance tonight. Jake laughed as he smiled and gave his sister a hug. Stephanie pulled away from his embrace after a moment and laughed at him, shaking her head. 

“You know, Mama’s been talking to that girl you used to like back in elementary school again. She volunteered to help for the nativity play, she’s helping coordinate it,” Stephanie smirks and nods her head, “You know…the one you used to run around naked in the backyard with when you were 4, her mama and Ma are good friends…what was her name again?”

Jake froze as a wave of nostalgia washed over him, the memories of you and him playing together as kids came flooding back, enveloping him as he was transported back to a time where you and he were the best of friends, completely inseparable as kindergarteners, best friends who couldn’t be without one another for more than a moment. That was, until, you had moved to the other side of the city when the two of you were 8 years old. By the time high school had come around, you were reunited again, but something was different - the best friend he knew as a young child was gone, the two of you having taken different paths in your preteen years, different interests now shoehorning their way between you, making it harder for either of you to ever reconcile the friendship you once had. 

Jake was an all-star athlete in school, captain of the lacrosse team, star quarterback for the football team, and first-baseman for the baseball team. He was in a world you weren’t a part of when it came to high school, and you two struggled to find your way back to one another. He’d always had feelings for you, for as long as he could remember. After you’d both grown so distantly far apart by the time you’d reached high school, he never had the courage to ever tell you. The mere thought of you was enough to get his heart racing all over again, just like it did in high school whenever he saw you walking down the halls. 

Jake shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly and shook his head, trying to appear indifferent to the mention of you.

“I dunno, can’t remember. I haven’t seen her in like, 16 years, Steph.”

“Hmm…,” Stephanie smirked as she raised her eyebrow at him, “You best go get showered and changed. Gotta leave here in about 45 minutes.” 

Jake emerged from the bathroom twenty minutes later,  freshly showered, shaved and dressed in a creamy beige coloured sweater and his favourite dark washed denim jeans, cognac brown cowboy boots adorning his feet to complete the look. His golden blonde military-approved haircut was gelled up in the front, the way he’d worn it every day for the last 20 years or so - he swore up and down that if he didn’t use the hair gel, it’d be an unruly mess, though everyone around him knew he was just a creature of habit whose life motto was “if it ain’t broke, don’t fix it.”  

The drive to the church was a quiet one, little Easton was practically buzzing with excitement in the back seat beside Jake, but insisted on not speaking so he could save his voice for the lines he had in the play. Jake couldn’t help but laugh at the child’s insistence on playing the part so professionally, but Stephanie had simply nodded and smiled, giving Jake a look that explained this was just how Easton was, a perfectionist like his uncle. 

The church auditorium was full of parents and families waiting to see their children on stage for the next hour, a handful of lines of dialogue shared between each child in order to make it fair for everyone. Phones were held out with cameras pointed at the stage, each parent excitedly watching for their child’s big moment. Jake took his seat beside his sister and her husband, his parents seated to his left. They all smiled proudly as they watched the stage, waiting for Easton’s big stage debut. 

Jake had noticed you standing by the front of the stage, a few rows of seats ahead of him. You were discreetly and quietly helping the children when they got stuck with remembering their positions on stage or the lines they were supposed to say. You looked just as he’d remembered you - in fact, he’d argue that you’d only grown more beautiful over the last 16 years. He felt his heart racing again, a soft, rosy pink hue filling his cheeks as he smiled in your direction. He could hear his mother lean over and whisper something to his father, who dissmissively rolled his eyes at his wife, trying to stifle a laugh. Stephanie smirked to herself, and her husband, who was none the wiser about your lifelong crush, sat confused, trying to work out what he was missing. 

“Jake,” Stephanie whispered to her brother, nodding her head slowly as her eyes stayed on the stage, watching for Easton, “I’d say somethin’ to her if I were you. Can’t go back to California and not say a word to the poor girl about how you feel. Maybe she feels the same way and y’all can have something together before you go back in a couple’a weeks?” 

Jake shook his head slightly, a warm smile on his face. His green eyes were betraying him as he spoke, showing how he felt as his words contradicted him.

“I don’t still have feelin’s for her, Steph. It was just a crush in high school. I bet she’s even forgotten me.”

“She hasn’t,” Jake’s mom piped up as she whispered, leaning over Jake’s father to speak.

“What?” 

“She hasn’t forgotten you, Jake,” His mother simply repeated before returning her attention to the stage.

Jake spent the next 20 minutes mulling over this information from his mother, and the words of encouragement from his sister. While there was always the very likely possibility that the two women were meddling and trying to set him up on a date with someone, anyone, who they thought he might have a shred of happiness with, there was also the possibility they could be right - maybe you really had been harboring the same feelings for him all these years too. 

After the play had ended and the auditorium had cleared out, Jake approached you, waiting politely for you to finish your conversation with another parishioner, one congratulating you on the play being a success. Jake smiled warmly, his million-dollar grin on full display, a twinkle in his pale green eyes as he spoke. 

“Hi, I’m not sure if you remember me or not?” He began.

“Jake, right? Jake Seresin? I suppose you’re a Lieutenant now, your mama told me about it, congratulations!” She smiled warmly, nodding her head, “I could never forget you, we used to be good friends back when we were just lil’ kids.”

Jake nodded his head, unable to control the wide, beaming grin on his face as she spoke, revealing that his mother was at least right about one thing, you’d never forgotten him. 

“That’s me! My mama’s pretty bad for bragging about me, sorry ���bout that,” Jake laughed as he shook his head, running a hand to the back of his neck, his finger tips running through the ends of his short hair in the back, “Listen, I, uh,” Jake stuttered for a moment before shaking his head with a laugh. 

“I’d like to take you for a drink or something, we could catch up? For old times sake, I mean, if we both remember being good friends when we were little but haven’t spoken in 16 years, then we have a lot of catching up to do, don’t we?”

Jake grinned as you titled your head, an eyebrow cocked upward in a challenging manner as he waited for your response to his proposal. 

“I’d like that, actually,” you responded, nodding her head, “I’m free tomorrow, if you’d like?”

Jake nodded his head, laughing softly as he smiled, unable once again to fight the urge to feel hopeful and hopelessly in love as your unrequited crush from 16 years ago accepted your text. Jake had no idea what he was doing at this point - he wasn’t a dater, he was generally unable to keep a relationship going longer than a couple of months, usually out of fear of what would happen while he was deployed. Would they cheat? Would he’d make it home ok? What would they do if Jake didn’t come home exactly the way he’d left it - not having a relationship was just easier.

However, in this moment, hearing you agree to have a drink with him tomorrow night, Jake was staring to wonder if maybe his bachelor streak was coming to an end. And he couldn’t help but laugh at the fact that it all unfolded because of his nephew’s role in his childhood church’s nativity play. 

[midnightloversmusic]

hii, for flufftober, what about muggle!reader doing poly!marauders halloween makeup looks?

(it can be platonic or romantic)

thank you, have a good day!

Face Paint & Kisses

Flufftober day 2

poly!marauders x reader

Hey anon! Thank you so much for requesting I loved this idea so much. I made it romantic, I hope that's okay :)

enjoy!

masterlist

"When he pulls away your brain is fuzzy and you feel so full of love you might just melt in his arms. He moves to sit back up on the counter and you retake your earlier position in between his legs. 

“You ready to do it all again baby?”

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“Sit still” 

“I can't,” James says in almost a whine.

The boys had asked you to do their makeup for the Halloween party Marlene was throwing. You had all your boys sit on the bathroom counter while you stood in between their legs. 

Remus sat still the entire time, to be fair his make up only included some black face paint making triangles around his eyes and some black lipstick making his smirk more noticeable. 

Sirius surprisingly also stayed pretty still. He's used to you doing his makeup and sat still as long as you agreed to kiss him after every step and have Remus hold his hand as somewhat of a reward. His makeup was black smudged eyeliner with shiny dark red lipstick. He wanted to be some sort of seductive pirate. 

James on the other hand just wouldn't stop wiggling.

“James, baby, I love you but if you move one more time I might just leave you here with a half done face of makeup” 

his pout makes you question your choice of words. You have tried everything from putting on a show behind you to kissing him after each step like you do with Sirius. But James isn't Sirius, he's James and James needs to move. 

James wanted the most complicated look of all. He wanted the skeleton makeup look that Tate Langdon wore in American Horror Story. Doing this look on Remus would have been difficult in itself but on James? You really had your work cut out. 

“Alright, new strategy!” you yell out after almost stabbing James’ eye with the brush you were using when he jerked his head to the side to see what Sirius was doing. 

“Sirius,” He turns to you immediately looking at you with his puppy eyes waiting for instruction. He's adorable, you thought to yourself quickly.

“You go stand on the far wall of the bedroom”

“Yes ma’am," he replies, doing a soldier's salute on his way out of the bathroom.

“Remus,”

He looks up from the book he's reading,

“Yes, love?”

“Can you lay on the bed for me?”

“M’kay” he hums and he leans over your shoulder and places a light kiss on your cheek and a kiss on James's forehead on the way out.

“Now, James”

The poor boy just looked confused now, wondering why his boyfriends had been ordered to leave the bathroom. You find the crease between his eyebrows incredibly endearing. 

“I’m going to set a timer for 3:00 minutes and do as much makeup as I can. You can play with my rings while I do it, just try your hardest to stay still. After the three minutes are done I want you to get up, run to the bedroom, go give Sirius a big kiss anywhere you see fit.”  You see his eyes sparkle up with mischief  “not that”  “And then I want you to flop down onto the bed give Remus a hug and a kiss and then come back here and sit back up on the counter and give me a kiss. Sound good baby?”

James was already bouncing in his seat, already wanting to go do his new task. Seeing that you caved and said

“Why don't you go do a practice round real quick?”

“Can you time me please?”

“Of course baby”

With the confirmation he dashes out of the bathroom and promptly  jumps onto Sirius who lets out a “hmph” in response to getting the breath knocked out of him. James decided to give him a big wet kiss right on the cheek and he pops off with a comical smooching sound. Right when he's done he runs to Remus, who is already bracing himself to be jumped on, and he flops down right on top of him.

James looked down at Remus with a lovesick expression and whispered a soft “Hi”

Remus just giggled and replied with a soft “Hey baby” although that's all that he could get out before James smothers him in kisses from his forehead down to his collarbones.

He must have remembered he was being timed at some point because he jumped up off the bed and ran full speed at you. You're a giggling mess before he even reaches you, and then when he does reach you he quickly grabs your waist and one of your arms, twirls you (yes he actually twirls you like you were in a romcom) then he dips you down and kisses you. A sweet long kiss that makes your head spin and frankly you're surprised that your legs haven't given out because of it. 

When he pulls away your brain is fuzzy and you feel so full of love you might just melt in his arms. He moves to sit back up on the counter and you retake your earlier position in between his legs. 

“You ready to do it all again baby?”

[dotster001]

After reading the accidentally called NRC staff member “dad”, imagine the unholy shock when Neige is asking to date mc/yuu

A/N:Gotcha! As with many requests, I went from 0 ideas to three million over night 😂 can never win. It's also very important to me that you know that I had to pause editing this to pet my cat 😍

This is literally the best possible outcome, in his mind. The only person who'd be worthy of you at NRC is Vil, but you can't date him, that's incest! (A poor lovesick Vil has tried to remind him time and again that you are not related, and Divus is neither of your dad. He got sent to his room for that) So Neige LeBlanch, a model, an actor, an RSA student, a man of culture….you could not have chosen better, puppy!

That said…he'll be keeping a close eye on Neige. If there's anything that needs retrained, Crewel will not hesitate to put that pup in his place! But he doubts that will be an issue…😒

Are you serious? This scrawny little prince boy is supposed to protect your fragile magic-less form? No fucking way!!!

Vargas training camp is back in session! He has to make sure that Neige is worthy! It'll only be you, him, and Neige, out in the middle of the forest. Either Niege will prove himself to be strong enough to protect you from overblots and evil mages, or you will see what a wimpy loser he is! Ah, he's really too clever, isn't he? 😁

No matter how many times you tell him you can take care of yourself, and that Neige is actually top of his class at RSA, and is well versed in combat skills from his time as an actor, Vargas is never gonna hear it. All he hears is "blah blah bleh blah". Truly, you picked the highest maintenance man to be your dad.

Neige is loaded! YOU'RE RICH!!!!

He's eagerly ceasing negotiations with the mysterious guardian of Malleus Draconia, and going on and on about how wonderful this is, and how he raised a perfect little chick! Meanwhile you and Neige are awkwardly sitting in the chairs on the other side of his desk wondering if you should still be listening to this…

He's another one you'll have to remind that he didn't raise you. You just kind of got swept up under his wing! Almost literally! Neige doesn't have to buy him gifts. Niege doesn't have to ask his permission to remove you from the nest, which, by the way, you were forced to live in! You don't have to tell him what you and Neige are going to do today!

Then again…every time you remind him of those things he starts sobbing. And Neige is too sweet, and completely falls for the crocodile tears…so really it's up to you how you handle this.

He is totally fine with you dating. 😊

As far as you will ever know, that is.

He is a man with means, who can afford a quick background check on Neige LeBlanch. It's not a personal thing, it's just he has spent so much time teaching the men at NRC, that he forgets there are non problematic men in existence. 

But once the background check comes back squeaky clean, he's 100% supportive! 

You: Do you want to stay for dinner?

Trein: Do you want to stay forever?

As I said in the post this was requested from, Sam is probably the chillest of the "dads". He is so chill about you dating Neige! So so chill!

He's chill about it…but his friends have seen a lot of bad people in their time.

Neige doesn't want to freak you out, but he definitely feels like something has been following him recently…his bodyguards don't see anything though, so it must be in his head. Ah well, no use worrying you over nothing.

....

Tag list- @shytastemakerthing @eccedentesiast-sapphic @leoll

[mobbu-min]

☆ Pretty Boy ☆

(ft. the first years + cater, floyd & silver)

requested by anon: I just read your headcanons of reader calling the housewardens pretty and was wondering if you could do it for the vice housewardens or maybe first years?

Ok I adore the pretty boy hcs!!!! Cld I request the same concept with the remaining students? @f4ngt4stic

a/n: idk what i was on while writing these, but these definitely came out...a little different??? just a psa, drink responsibly. floyds and jacks came out kinda poopy tbh :/ can't figure out how to write them

!tw! insecurities, grammar mistakes, once again my poor attempt at a southern accent, ummmm im forgetting something but idk

want more? check these out!

⋆ pretty boy: 1, 2

⋆ cat, kitty, cat! 1, 2, 3

Ace Trappola <3

⋆ Way too smug for a guy that passed out.

⋆ Brags about it to anyone that will listen, no scratch that, he’s screaming all across campus. Everyone knows No ones exempt.. This bitch wrote an entire essay on it and fills every box with ‘prefect this im pretty’ and ‘haha, fuck you deuce’.

⋆ This is a big win for him. So big that he makes a toast to it in the next unbirthday party, so big that you’re permanently embarrassed and quickly regretting ever saying anything and Ace is sitting all pretty with a collar around his neck. But hey, at least he gets to sit next to you.

⋆ Ace teases the hell out of you. Anytime you scold him, he’ll give you puppy dog eyes and pout and say ‘dont be mawd, pwefect, aren’t I your pwetty boi???’ and shit like that. It’s annoying, but great sevens does it work everytime.

⋆ Until the time it gets you in trouble during class and placed in detention, and you quickly find yourself and Cater looking up Ace’s old magicam posts as blackmail and it’s juicy, (probably posted stuff from musically(or would it be called magically?) and his name was probably like @/swaggyboi420)

⋆ Ace is so insufferable that he practically gives himself away. There’s been too many times where he unknowingly admits to how much he likes you. And with the luck of the Shroud brothers, you’ve managed to get it all on tape/recorded.

⋆ He may be an ass, but he’s a pure dumbass, remember that.

"I don’t know why you said my name so confidently, Prefect. It’s like you haven’t looked in the mirror, pssh~ …why are you smiling like that? …Huh?...I-i didn’t mean it like that! No way! Hey! Stop looking at me that way!"

Deuce Spade <3

⋆ A complete spluttering mess. 

⋆ No amount of consoling will allow Deuce to calm the red that has now made its home on his face. Trey is incredibly worried, instantly taking out a thermometer and making soup. Cater is magicamming it, obvi, Ace is a pain in the ass and already knows what’s going on (will not admit that he’s jealous as hell) and Riddle is regretting ever becoming the housewarden. 

⋆ Deuce is so shy about it, so flustered and embarrassed that he literally squeaks the next time you make eye contact with him. The last person to call him pretty was his mom. His mom. 

⋆ So it's safe to say, Deuce isn’t being called pretty very often (up until he meets me and that’s all he ever hears coming out of my big ass mouth)

⋆ It’s different. The meanings behind when his mom called him pretty and you is like water and oil, fire and ice, Riddle and Leona. Completely opposite. 

⋆ On one hand, he’s bashfully annoyed when his mom coos at how pretty he is, littering his soft cheeks with a flurry of kisses. A type of love only able to be felt by a mother such as his. He’s content, satisfied that his mom loves him so much despite his shortcomings, incredibly grateful. 

⋆ And on the other hand, he’s a nervous mess. Sweat accumulating at his brows and pretty pink lips pursed into a taunt frown to stop his lips from melting into a sweet, lovesick smile. The feeling he feels isn’t familiar, it’s different. It feels like he’s been hit by a bus and instead of feeling pure and utter pain, he feels himself exploding into a billion butterflies. 

⋆ At least that’s what he feels like on the inside, on the outside he’s a blushing stuttering mess holding a shaky bouquet of red and pink roses up in your face. 

⋆ Please, be easy on him. 

“Umm….I know I’m not the best with words and I really can’t afford to mess this up, but I need you to know that I think you're pretty too!!! Almost as pretty as these flow-wait! No! I-i mean even more pretty! Yeah! Like 1000000000000000x prettier!...sorry, I wanted this to smoo-huh? You’re laughing? Hehehe, I guess it was pretty funny!”

Cater Diamond <3

⋆ No longer is he @/caycay anymore but he’s upgraded! Everyone add him @/prettycaycay instead!

⋆ So happy, sososo very happy. Instantly glops you in a hug and exclaims it's all in the skincare. Cater wants to twirl you around and give you a big ol’ kiss on your lips. But alas, he needs to have more class!

⋆ Cater’s used to being called pretty, but from you, it’s a totally different thing. To him it means more, there's so much more meaning behind your words and hits him totally different. It builds up his confidence. 

⋆ I like to think, Cater’s secretly self conscious when it comes to his relationship with you. You’re surrounded by great and powerful mages every single day, not to mention down right attractive. That he feels a little insignificant in the great schemes of things. He want to be the person that sweeps you off your feet, he wants to be the person that instantly catches your eyes, he want to be the last person you think about the moment you close your eyes and first when you awake. 

⋆ Cater wants to be your person. 

⋆ And he is. 

⋆ And Cater’s never been so happy.

"Heya, Prefect! Wanna go slay another photoshoot with me?...(sigh) I can’t say that, that’s tots lame! Oh, (name), the things you do poor little me."

Jack Howl <3

⋆ He wants to be offended, but the stupid wagging of his tail betrays him. For once, he’s annoyed at being a beastman. 

⋆ Jack is a little weird about it. Never in his entire existence (ooo 16 years, wooowww soo looong) has he been called pretty. PReTTY?! No way in hell. 

⋆ Does he prefer if you called him something else, like idk, handsome? Ruggedly attractive? A total beefcake? (not really, but really) yes, of course.

⋆ But yet again, this is you that we’re talking about and everything applies differently to you. 

⋆ Jack finds himself taking extra care in his appearance, as in hair and skin routine. Making sure he doesn’t smell bad or clothes looks stanky. Jack even went to Vil for tips and tricks. You found him pretty, so Jack went to the prettiest person he knows (besides you ofc) to make sure he stays that way. 

⋆ Everytime, he sees you, his tail is wagging so fast that you’re afraid he might start flying away. 

⋆ He’s clueless about everything romance, so please, everyone, send your thoughts and money to Jack’s ‘Help him find love’ gofundme page. 

"Ah, I didn’t expect to see you so soon. But I’m glad you're here, I was hoping you’d help me? I need help watering- excuse me, I can’t really control my tail right now."

Floyd Leech <3

⋆ Run and never look back!

⋆ Jk, but really you should really look into some health insurance. 

⋆ Over the moon about, might go super tuna on you, shrimpy. 

⋆ Loves to know that he’s your pretty boy. When he’s having a bad day, he hears your voice in his head and instantly calms down and gets to squishing people with a warm smile. (how cute)

⋆ Does use it against you and doesn’t care if you get embarrassed, if anything that fuels him to up the teasing. Floyd doesn’t mind calling you pretty back, if anything, your little compliment gives him the boost to make sure you know that he’s yours and your his. 

⋆ He’s lowkey possessive, so he does bite you. Like your hand, fyi, to show others that he called dibs. Encourages you to bite him back, and will proudly display his mark. 

⋆ Writes ‘Pretty Shrimpy’ on your bite and ‘Pretty boy’ on his. 

⋆ It’s so romantic, isn’t it???

"Why are you swatting me away??? I just wanna be held by my Pretty Shrimpy~ Don’t deny your loving Pretty boy~ I just wanna squeeze all my love into you!”

Epel Felmier <3

⋆ HOW DARES SOMEONE CALL THEE EPEL FELIMER, THE ROUGHEST, TOUGHEST COUNTRY BOY TO EVER EXIST A ‘PRETTY BOY’!?!!?!?!??!?!?!?

⋆ (bingbing bingbing) excuse me, as I take this call…yeah, it’s me…uh-huh…mhmm…i see…okay, i’ll tell him, thank you…yup, see you soon, love ya..(cling-clack) ahem, EPEL!!!!! YOU BETTER OPEN YOUR DAMN EYES!!! YOUR NOT GONNA BELIEVE WHO JUST SAID IT! Um, why do you have a pitchfork?

⋆ Instantly falls down and cries. Anyone that passes by is incredibly confused and concerned. He too is incredibly confused.

⋆ Should he be sad? Mad? Incredibly grateful? Should he call his meemaw next? What should he do!?!??!?!?!??!?

⋆ The person he likes just called him pretty. Again, you just called him pretty. 

⋆ Vil told him that is one of the highest compliments he can get, but that’s coming from Vil’s mouth, so it holds little value to him. Epel wants to be handsome in your eyes! Not pretty!

⋆ Epel, actually, talks about it to Leona, surprisingly enough. Who, for once in his life, gives some really good advice. Leona doesn't really know what to say, but Vil’s protege came to him and Leonas not about to miss this once and a lifetime opportunity. 

⋆ Now is the advice useful? Ya, but is it good? …it’s questionable at best.

⋆ You're basically shoved against the wall and a good ol’ classic kadobon is used! Basically securing your attention. 

⋆ Now again, it’s useful, but also not good. Surprisingly, Epel is pretty strong, afterall helping around the farm isn’t easy work (this is coming from someone forced to help around the farm, yes I am from the country, but not the country you're thinking of…probably) and this is where the problem arises. 

⋆ Epel may have shoved and I mean shoved, like running from a distance and just body slamming you into the wall and now half of your allowance is now going to patch up the dent in the wall. 

⋆ Epel thought he killed you. You thought you died and Grim’s worried about who’s gonna feed him! See the problems that arise when taking advice from Leona! 

⋆ Either way, Epel does get a date with you, if you count a date being an injured prefect and a sad farmer boy eating pb&j sandwiches in the infirmary room. (and yes, grim’s there and won’t shut up about it)

“(munch munch munch) Ya know, these ain’t too bad. (munch munch munch) Ermmm, ahem, I hope this ain’t too soon, but ya real pretty too….um, I’ll get some fancy ointment from Vil for ya-er..bump? Bruise? (awkward munching) Do you want some juice?”

Silver <3

⋆ Takes a moment to process what exactly you just said. He blinks, lets out a little yawn, rubs his eyes and then….BAM!!!!

⋆ His pretty auroral eyes are wide with shock. Pretty snow white lashes flutter as softly as a butterfly flutters its wings. A gradient of pinks and red dusts his ears, checks and nose  Pretty rose pink lips agape in shock letting the softest of gasps leave his lips.

⋆ Ugh, pretty pretty boy who's somehow shocked he's considered pretty???? Like, hunny, you're literally considered the prettiest boy in the whole school???? Like make it makes sense.

⋆ Silver is so bashful about it. Shyly meeting your gaze the next time you meet. It’s adorable, that you're the one blushing. 

⋆ It reminds of the romance stories Lilia used to tell him. The girl overheard the boy confessing his feelings for him and growing flustered and falling deeper in love. But instead, he’s the girl, who’s falling deeper and deeper in love with you and a flustered mess, and instead of a confession, you just said that you found him to be the prettiest boy in the whole world. 

⋆ It’s a little different, but Silver’s a mess either way. 

“I know I’m not the best company. I know I fall asleep constantly or am always attending to Malleus, however, I hope you understand that your company is the highlight of my day. Is it selfish, if I ask for more?”

Sebek Zigvolt <3

⋆ HUMAN!? HOW DARE YOU NOT SAY WAKA-SAMA!!! ARE YOU BLIND?!?!?!?!?!?!?

⋆ Literally takes him a whole ass day to realize that you said him. He’s so caught up that you didn’t say ‘Oh Great Lord Malleus Draconia’. He is truly the biggest simp you’ve ever known.

⋆ But when his mind finally catches up, man’s a whole ass tomato. Steams coming from his ears and he lets out the loudest, most inhumane, scream known to man, (if you’ve read pt 1, it’s more terrifying than idia’s because it sounds straight from some horror movie and if you haven’t read it, what are you doing here! Go read it bestie!)

⋆ Oh, Sebek, poor little Sebek. You are truly the densest person ever. He’s in full denial. Because one, how could you say him instead of Waka-sama, two, why did you say him!? And three, why does his heart feel like it's about to burst?\

⋆ He goes to Lilia, because Sebek does not know how to deal with it himself. And Lilia, being the great mentor he is, says you’ve cursed him and the best way to break the curse is to spend the week following after you and treating you like royalty!

⋆ And while Sebek really doesn’t (and I mean really doesn’t) want to leave his duties, it must be done! If he dies early, then who will protect Malleus and who will make sure you’re not surrounded by morons all the time?!

⋆ So for the next week, you're followed by a red-faced Sebek like a little puppy. You're confused, but eventually forget about it because it’s not the weirdest thing that has happened. And as for Sebek, this boy is going through it!

⋆ His poor heart can’t handle another hit from your sweet laughter or soft smiles. His face feels like it’s permanently been hit by the sun. He really doesn’t understand what’s wrong and by the end of the week, when the curse was supposed to be ‘broken’ Sebek explodes. He literally feeling vomited all over you. Saying how could you off all people make his heart swoon and face red. How you keep him up at night, how he looks forward to seeing you. And omg, how he misses you! He’s a mess, this is a mess, and the poor baby really just doesn’t understand.

⋆ Be gentle, Sebek does care for you, he’s just too much of an idiot to admit and realize it.

“PREFECT! I DO NOT UNDERSTAND THIS FEELING THAT ARISES WHENEVER YOU ARE NEAR! IT’S AS IF MY HEART DOES NOT KNOW HOW TO BEHAVE! I LOSE ALL FOCUS WHEN YOU’RE NEAR! TELL ME, HAVE YOU BEWITCHED ME!”

[pasta-in-the-pudding]

Hi! I really like the way you write Toby. If you’d be interested, can you write a one shot about toby with a motherly S/O (preferably female). I just want some good fluff of my boy

Have a great day and don’t forget to stay hydrated!

Thank you so much and don't forget to take care of yourself as well <333

Thank you so much for requesting!!~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

This poor boy was deprived of a motherly figure or really just a prominent female figure in his life in general. But as your sweet "Toby!" rang throughout the mansion walls, he couldn't feel happier.

He prances down the steps with a skip in his walk as he leads himself to your voice. "Yeah, what's up?" He asks, swinging himself on the opening to the kitchen.

"I made myself some breakfast croissants but I made too many to eat on my own. Would you like some?" You ask, offering a croissant from your plate. He takes the treat and bites into it, humming at the good taste. You giggle and pick up the plate, "I'll take that as a yes" you say, walking over to the backdoor and stepping out into the huge garden.

Toby follows you like a little lovesick puppy, almost tripping over roots as you walk in search for a nice place for you to sit in this seemingly magical garden.

You find a nice shady spot under a tree, surrounded by flowers and a nice view of the small creek that runs through the garden. The birds are chirping away, and the sun is shining on your faces. It's a nice day out, and Toby couldn't be happier to spend it with you.

You set the plate in between the two of you, eating away as you talk to each other about whatever comes to mind. Soon, the plate is empty and it is soon discarded to the side.

After the meal, Toby can feel himself getting sleepy. Especially with the nice warmth of the sun. You take notice and smile, patting your lap.

He takes the invitation and lays his head on your lap, closing his eyes and sighing happily. You rub his head and begin humming a soft melody. It is in this moment that Toby realizes that he loves you more than anything he ever has in is life.

[maliciousblog]

Teacher Yuta

As Mr. Nakomoto was doing his morning rounds.

He spotted you by the water fountain, hiking your skirt up.

He took a second to admire your thighs, he wondered what it would be like to run his hands up and down those thighs, what it would be like to liter them with kisses and beautiful little hickeys to mark you as his.

Oh how he longed to have you.

He was rudely awoken from his fantasies by the bell.

He watched you as you ran to class and smirked to himself.

You had managed to stir something in him that he himself didn't know existed.

He walked into class only to notice you flirting with that little brat Henry.

God how he hated that boy.

He hated the way you laughed at his jokes.

He hated the way you looked at him, like a lovesick puppy.

He wanted to snap the poor boys neck in half every time he caught Henry's hand brush past your skin.

He slammed his books down on the desk, startling the class and successfully shutting them up.

"Get your books out page 169"

As an hour passed and class came to an end

Yuta decided to hand out the papers he had graded.

One by one he called out the students and watched as they exited class with their papers.

Last one up was y/n

Kim y/n  12/50. He eyed the paper and then you.

Tsk "I made the test easy and you still couldn't get a passing score dumb bitch".

You were taken aback by his comment.

Something about him changed. You couldn't quite tell what it was. There was just something dark in his eyes or maybe you were imagining things cause everyone had left and now it was only the both of you.

He walked up to your desk and slammed the paper down causing you to flinch.

"Are you even listening to me"

You nod your head, trying to hold back the tears.

You never knew what you did wrong, you managed to score good grades in every class but his.

He was always mean to you.

But when you tried to tell others that something was wrong with Mr. Nakomoto they just brushed it off because they only saw him as this perfect teacher, they never saw the way he looked at you.

"Aaahhh" he groaned in frustration

"Dont tell me you're going to cry about this now".

"Get up" he yanked you buy your arm.

"Pack your stuff up and come to my office"

You just meekly nodded not holding back a snarky comment, not wanting to make him angrier than he already was.

You started to walk to his office knowing that you are in for a long ass lecture.

You slowly knocked and opened the door.

Before you could react you felt him yanking you inside and shoving you onto the desk,

He turned back and locked the door.

You were about to yell when you felt a sharp slap land on your face causing you to land your knees.

You tried to get up.

Yuta placed his foot on your shoulder pushing you down.

"Stay down, if you don't want me to do worse.

Its just you and me here no one can save you, so why don't you save us both some trouble and just obey."

He bent down to your eye level and gently tucked away a strand of hair behind your ear.

He caressed your face.

"You really are something aren't you, such a pretty little flower, so delicate, you need to be hidden from the world otherwise you will be ruined, you understand that don't you y/n.

Whatever I do, I do it for your own good."

He said with a sinister smile on his face.

His hands trailed down from your face to your neck with one swift motion he yanked you up onto your legs and pushed you onto his desk.

It happened so quickly you could barely react.

Panic set, you tried to move put he put his arms around you caging you in.

He used one arm to cover your mouth, he used the other to untie his necktie and used it to tie your hands together. He slid a finger across your wet folds and slowly moved them back and forth, without warning he slid a finger into you causing you to gasp and try to push him back but your restraints prevented you from doing so. Seeing you struggle just turned him on even more he started to pump his fingers in and out of cause you to let out a string of curses but just as you were about to cum he pulled out his fingers causing you to whine and thrust your hips forward in an attempt to get some sort of friction on your throbbing cunt.

"Such a desperate slut"

Yuta unzipped his pants and let out his cock that was already dripping pre cum. He slowly teased you rubbing his cock across your cunt sending shivers down your spine. He slowly slid it into you. You felt so full.

He started to rock his hips back and forth slowly and first then he started to loose control and started to thrust into you so hard the desk threatened to shatter.

You soon reached your high and passed out as yuta filled you with his cum.

He cleaned you up and looked down at you unconscious form. He opened his brief case and pulled out a syringe with a clear liquid he gently grabbed your neck and stuck the syringe in you felt a sudden prick and a sensation of a cool liquid course through your neck. You felt the little strength remaining in you leaving all you could feel was numbness as everything went dark.

That was last time anyone ever saw you.

I'm just getting a hang of this app. Lol

#yandere #da

[fierysplash213]

hello!!! may i request shoto x reader and headcanons about how they're relationship were built (you know like them slowly starting to trust each other and then it growing into love). thank you!!!

Thank you for the request anon! This is my first time writing headcanons so I hope you enjoy it!

Warnings: I dunno. Fluff? Confession? Reader loves animals (Only mentioned towards the end).

Shoto x gn!reader

Enjoy!

I like you too.

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• At first, Shoto was as cold as ice. (Literally and figuratively)

• You, on the other hand, were as sweet as an angel. You were a kind and compassionate soul that would help others when needed.

• He had no interest in dating anyone.

• Until one day, you two were grouped together for training.

• He fell down. It was surprising, but it happens to everyone.

• You, being the kind and helpful person you were, immediately rushed over and haloed him up.

• It was the first time he saw you up close, and oh boy, the sight of you had his heart beating rapidly.

• Your kind and gentle look on your face really had him falling for you.

• He did not realise that he was staring at you for a while.

• “Todoroki?” You said, snapping him back to reality.

• He realised that he had been staring at you and immediately got up, blushing.

• Training continued as usual that day, not counting the fact that Shoto was trying to ignore the butterflies fluttering around in his stomach when your faces are not too far away from each other.

• Despite all this, he decides to ignore his feelings for you. The school exams were around the corner and he needed to concentrate on his studies.

• Poor boy didn’t know that if you ignore someone, you fall more in love with them

• He was eventually lovesick, meaning hat he could not stop thinking about you.

• He approached you, and asked if he could be your friend.

• You agreed. It wouldn’t hurt to make a new friend.

• Overtime, you two became pretty close. Some might even say that you were best friends.

• You started to develop feelings for him when you saw how gentle he was to your animals.

• He always bent down as he stoked your puppy’s (Ima call it floofy) arched back.

• You couldn’t help but smile, some pink dusting your cheeks.

• One day, you were walking back to the dorms with Shoto.

• All of a sudden, Shoto asked a question that surprised you.

• “Do you like anyone Y/n?”

• That caught you off guard. What were you supposed to say?

• “I-I guess I k-kinda do…” You became a stuttering mess.

• “Then… may I ask who?”

• What were you going to say? What if he didn’t like you back? Would this affect your friendship?

• You were hesitant at first, awkward silence was the only thing that could be heard.

• You decided to tell him, knowing that you’d have to tell him eventually anyway.

• “I-I like y-you Shoto…”

• You really wanted to sound more confident.

• “I-I’m sorry Shoto, we can forget this ever happen-”

• You were cut off by a kiss on the lips from Shoto.

• You could feel the sparks fly as his lips touched yours.

• When he pulled away, he replied with an “I like you too.”

And that, was how your relationship was built.

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That was long…

I’m really sorry this took forever. Exams are around the corner and I have been struggling to catch up with work.

I really hope you enjoyed reading this as much as much as I enjoyed writing this.

Have a good day!

[khasiehondra]

A Shadow of an Eagle Chapter 1: I’ve Met My Match: Sebastian

Normally, Sebastian would be halfway through his second plate of breakfast by now, but the girl from the night before was too intriguing. Her head was already in a book and classes hadn’t even started. Makes sense, bloody Ravenclaws. Guess she fits in perfectly. He was still disappointed when he lost the bet. He thought that if the rumors of her run in with a dragon were true, then she would be a Gryffindor and they would be rivals for the rest of their days.

“If she was able to survive a dragon attack, I bet she has to be smart, or at the very least immensely creative,” Ominis had said to him the night before.

She was sitting next to Samantha Dale, poor dueler, great at Summoner’s Court. The new girl would smile up at her from her book and join in the conversation from time to time, but always returning to her book. She had barely touched her toast and bacon, probably nervous. I wonder if she’s in Defense Against the Dark Arts with us? I can set her place on the pyramid rather quickly.

“I don’t know exactly what is going through that brain of yours, but if you keep staring at the new student instead of eating, I refuse to hear you complain about how you’re starving.” Sebastian had completely forgotten that his best friend had sat down next to him only a few minutes ago. “You’re still wondering how someone who fought a dragon would be more attached to a book than adventure? Give it a rest, you lost 3 Sickels.”

“Easy for you to say,” Sebastian retorted, “Coming from one of the most prestigious bloodlines and a high-class family. Even if you did lose it wouldn’t have hurt your pockets.”

Ominis shook his head, “The point is, if she found her home that is all that matters. Overhearing what her housemates say, they all adore her.”

Sebastian could see why, she embodied grace, elegance and strength. Definitely should have won the bet. Patting Ominis on the shoulder, Sebastian said, “C’mon, we’ve got Charms first. Can’t get detention on the first day back.”

“I won’t, but I can’t make any promises for you.” Smirking, Sebastian and Ominis left the Great Hall and made their way toward the South Tower.

He had somehow ended up in a conversation with Ominis and Leander. Leander was boasting about how he had been able to travel across Europe with his aunt this summer. Underneath it all, he was basically trying to say he was better than him. Not Ominis, people knew not to mess with the Gaunts. I think I’m going to lose my mind if he says ‘my family is friends with’ one more time.

“Aye, Sebastian,” Leander nudged his arm. “I think I learned enough from a couple of my uncle’s friends this summer that I am finally a better duelist than you.” There is was, the last fuck he gave. Giving the boy a lop-sided smirk he bit back, “We’ve got DADA next, how about you put your wand where your mouth is? Or did you forget that I was last year’s Crossed Wands champion?”

Leander’s words were lost when she came in. She was a little breathless, who could blame her? We’ve had four years to get used to those blasted stairs. Someone should really let her know about the floo network, Sebastian thought. It took a minute for Sebastian to notice that a smile was plastered Leander’s face and he looked ready to call out to her. The smile faded quickly when he noticed Natty had gotten her attention first.

Confused, the new girl made her way over to the set in the back next to Natty. Sebastian could tell she was nervous. Guess she’s shy. Surprising, since everyone seems to love her. “She’s beautiful isn’t she?” It was as if Leander was transfigured into a lovesick puppy with he stupid look on his face. “I hear she is genuinely sweet and she’s humble too. A real lady.”

“Do you even know her name?” Ominis asked. The flush didn’t extend past his neck, but Ominis had definitely brought Leander back to earth.

“I don’t completely recall. Haven’t really had time to talk to her,” he grumbled.

“Yet you know she is ‘genuinely sweet and humble,’” Ominis poked. He was enjoying this game. Sebastian couldn’t help but smile.

She was a cute girl no doubt. Long wavy hair, a nice smile, big doe eyes. He could see why the boys in the Slytherin bathrooms had already placed bets on who would win her over. A hefty sum of money was on Garreth, apparently.

Professor Ronen had taken his review seriously from last year. Class was fun and included a nice game of Summoner’s Court. Ominis had beaten Imelda fairly quickly. She threw a fit when they took their seats back on the grass.

“This is unfair,” she scoffed. “I bet your wand senses more than just where the balls are. I bet it can calculate exactly when you need to let go.”

“Geez, Imelda, you must be having a rotten day if you’re accusing a blind man of seeing too well.” Sebastian knew she would cool off soon, she was always a bad loser. He was about to add to the conversation when Ronen called up the next group.

“Finally, we will have Miss Onai and Miss Shaw. Let’s end this with a bang.” Professor Ronen was gleaming with pride. His lesson was leaps and bounds better than it was the last five years. The student's engagement added to the gleam on his face.

“Now if we only knew her first name.” Leander had popped out of nowhere.

Sebastian turned and saw Samantha off to the side with Cressida. Curiosity got the better of him. “Pst, Samantha.” He gestured to her to scoot closer. “You’re in the same house, what’s Shaw’s name?”

Always chipper, Samatha spoke behind her hand in a whisper, attempting to watch the game. “Alice, Alice Shaw. She’s a half-blood. Dad thought she would be a squib, but was very happy when he took after her. They lived in London most of her childhood.” Bless this girl for being in the nosiest house in the castle.

“Spectacular, are you roommates?”

“Yeah,” her smile basically took up her whole face. “We talked about plants and home all night. She couldn’t sleep so we stayed in the common room. I would say I think I made a great choice in friends.”

When they all turned their heads back to the game, Alice had released her spell and won the game by fifty points.

He was on a roll this year. Early to class twice in one day. Leander had decided to stick with Sebastian and Ominis. Once they entered the classroom, Sebastian remembered what he had said to him in Charms.

“Hey, what do you say we settle this now. Ready for a duel?” He set his bag down on a desk and pushed the desks to the side with a flick of his wand. “Or are you scared that I’ll continue to beat you?”

Others had started to file in, but how could they not watch the Crossed Wands champion hold his title. Grinning, Leander walked to the front of the room. “Ready yourself.”

“Stupefy!” Sebastian was always the first to attack. His opponent had used protego and repeated the same spell back. “Protego!” He had to think fast, what was something he couldn’t see coming?

Sebastian blasted two basic spells before Leander tried to stupefy again. Annoyed, Sebastian decided to bring in the show, “Bombarda!”

Opps. He had missed by a good amount…a tall amount. He had ended up hitting the dragon above him. Instead of moving, it seemed Leander was rooted to the spot.

“Levioso!” Thank heavens for Professor Hecat. “I get new students every year but I only have one Hebridean Black skull. It is a token from the Great poacher Raid of 1878.” She slowly made her way down the steps from her office. “No doubt you’ve heard of it.” Sebastian couldn’t hear anything after that. That was close. If that had fallen I doubt I would just get detention this time. It’s a good thing everyone else was on the sidelines. He snapped back to attention when he heard Leander complain they were to be learning a levitation spell. Next moment he was in the air.

“A surprised opponent is a weak opponent. Care to defend yourself,master Prewett? No?” He couldn’t help the smug look that crossed his face. Just then he saw Alice in the corner of his eye. She was soaking in everything the old lady was saying.

After they had practiced on a feather and the training dummy, Professor Hecat decided it was time to show the use of Levioso in a duel. He started to walk up to the front when Hecat declared, “We’ll start with you two.”

It was her. She held her face blank but her eyes smiled. Sebastian couldn’t tell if she was excited to duel or if all this magic was leaving her in awe. Might as well have some fun with this one. He slowed his pace and leaned in toward her face as he passed her, “Time for a proper Hogwarts welcome.” He chuckled as he walked away, turning back to see the tips of her ears had gone slightly pink. Still got it I see.

By the time he was prepared to start with a basic cast there was a red light coming toward his chest. It knocked him back and caused him to have to regain his footing. Just in time, Sebastian saw the next cast approaching. “Protego.” As soon as his shields fell he was struck by a yellow light. He remembered why he wasn’t a fan of flying class in the first year. His feet left the ground and he had to fight to get back. He was able to send back two basic casts before he was struck with another levioso.

“You’re joking,” he grunted.

Alice was able to block three of the four next spells that he sent toward her. Even when she stumbled back, he couldn’t land the levioso. When he took a second to assess the situation he noticed the glimmer in her eyes. There was so much life in them. This dance was fun for her. He hadn’t felt this way in a while.

They continued this back and forth until she finally caught his square in the chest with another levitation spell and rounded back with a basic cast while he was still in the air. The fall to the arse didn’t hurt anywhere near as much as the blow to his ego. That feeling of disappointment vanished when he saw how excited she was. Alice was bouncing on her toes from winning. It didn’t last long as she ran over and offered her hand to him.

When he was up she stayed put in front of him. “Not bad for a beginner,” he said, brushing the dust from the floor off his uniform. “You give as good as you get.” He smiled and let out a chuckle. He continued past her and stood in the back by Ominis.

“I can’t believe she beat you. You!” He was shaking his head in disbelief. “Looks like you’re either out of practice or are in for a run of your title.”

Sebastian wore a smile, crossing his arms, “I hope she gives me a run for my Galleons.” When Hecat dismissed class, Sebastian noticed that she had stayed back. “Ominis,” he called after his friend. “Go on without me, I’ll catch you up at the Great hall for lunch.” He didn't wait for a response but placed himself at the back where Alice would have to pass him.

He almost missed her as she was hurrying out. “Nice work.” He wasn’t going to miss this opportunity.

She didn’t look surprised but her face lit up again. “I enjoyed that.”

“That duel was quite something. Everyone’ll be talking about it.”

“It was certainly good practice.” She still held her smile, but he could see right through it.

“Practice? It felt more like I was dueling an expert.” He hoped the annoyance didn’t come off in his voice. “Sebastian Sallow, by the way. Didn’t expect a new student to be so deft with a wand. Then again,” he paused, “perhaps this wasn’t your first duel.” Alice’s shoulders tensed a bit. Good to know she is a horrible liar, he thought.

“In fact, it was. Perhaps I have a knack for it.”

Bollocks. “Be coy if you like, but I know better. Magic requires intention and talent.” The glow she had had started to damper, he needed to recover quickly if he wanted to keep an eye on her. “ You know, you might be a perfect fit for a certain exclusive, unsanctioned dueling organization.”

She had so many tells. Her eyes brightened with curiosity and challenge. I see the Ravenclaw now, it suits her perfectly. “Exclusive and Unsanctioned? Count me in.”

“Excellent,” Sebastian stood a little taller and eased up. It was time to get in her head a little. “Knew I was right about you. If you want to get the most out of your time at Hogwarts, you’re going to need to break the rules now and then.” He leaned in her space just a little. “Whether it’s joining a secret dueling club or sneaking into the Restricted Section of the Library-you just have to be clever enough not to get caught.”

“Thank you, Sebastian,” she was assessing him. The light air around her turned cautious. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

“Good, pleasure chatting with you. I’m sure I’ll see you soon. Perhaps somewhere ‘unsanctioned’. Perhaps we’ll see if your performance today was sheer luck-or actual skill. I’ll send you an owl.”

He didn’t even notice the blush that had crept onto her face. He withheld a wink as he turned to head to the Great Hall. As he was about to round down the stairs, he looked over his shoulder and saw her stand in the hall, hands to her cheeks. She shook her head rather harshly and ran in the direction of Professor Fig’s classroom.

[tsudelune]

hii! may i get some hcs for toya pining over his crush? thanks in advance and take care !!

'' ooh i'm in love , it's a mystery ,,

- toya aoyagi x reader 

a/n : sorry i took a while!! i had to search up, ask my friends, do research to find out what pining was. embarrassing but i got it done...hopefully correctly, and mostly hoping this is enough. my pianist/violinist self is showing in this. had fun writing this out! 

warnings : poor toya lovesick, obssessive behaviour(?) but it’s just toya liking you. a lot.

style : hc style (bullets)

before toya had the confidence.

- poor toya. he’s a literal lovesick puppy.

- VBS themselves can tell WHO toya likes. it’s sadly that pathetic...

- akito probably talked to toya about it, and gave him...”tips.” kohane overheard and left when toya noticed...

akito : so basically, you do....(insert tips here)

toya : *listening intently*

kohane, around the corner : oh.

- he’d probably try his best to talk to you, but eventually it’s too late!- you’ve already left the room.

- if he were to talk to you even for a minute, toya would be so proud of himself.

- if you attend the same school as him, you’ll probably meet him once in a while at the library, since he’s a part of the library commitee (i think)

- he reads the book you’re reading, and tries to strike a conversation but it doesn’t work

- he’d once in a while get you a gift and leave it on your desk.

- though, eventually toya gains courage and confidence bit by bit to approach you. 

becoming friends. steadily.

- as you become friends, learning more about eachother, his love for you is beautiful.

- toya would be the SWEETEST BOY towards you.

- if this was before his character development, he’d try his best to smile around you. it’d be an awkward smile...i bet you probably asked if he’s forcing his smile.

- whenever you’re feeling sad, he’d do anything to cheer you up. heck, he’ll play the piano for you.

- he’d serenade you with the most beautiful pieces...THINKING ABOUT TOYA PLAYING LIEBESTRAUM IM CRYING

- you guys would hangout at the arcade, have little study session once in a while, and especially go to cafes (of course weekend garage)

toya tells you.

- slowly with time, you start to enjoy being around him! VBS is SHAKING in their boots, HYPERVENTILATING and SOBBING to tell you how much toya likes you.

- eventually, on a beautiful spring day, he decides to tell you. akito, an, and kohane probably helped!

- and on the day, he told you to meet up at weekend garage. you said sure, and waited for him there. 

- after striking a conversation about school, music, studying...it’s time.

toya : “i have to tell you something.”

y/n : “hm? what is it?”

toya, turning red, saying it really quietly : “i like you.”

y/n, who surpringsly heard it : “oh.”

- toya thought he was going insane. how could he get the confidence to tell you that he likes someone as perfect as you?

- when toya heard you laugh and smile at him, he was relieved. 

- VBS went WILD. they congratulated the two of you, and all of you sat down at the table, to tell you both how crazy it was to keep everything they witnessed, in their mind, not telling either of you. props to VBS!

- toya will forever remember this, and so will you. how cute!

[translytherins]

i beg of u 2 do a part 2 for met under the moonlight...

Pairing: Draken x Male Reader

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After a few months of talking on the phone over call and text messages, (m/n) and Draken have gotten closer and they hang out with each other alot. They've even gotten comfortable holding hands, as *cough**cough*  friends *cough**cough* which was something that (m/n) actively avoided before because according to him it was "unsanitary". His words not mine.

Draken who didn't really give a second thought about skinship because of having to carry Mikey constantly after eating, would now brighten up considerably everytime (m/n) would hold his hand or even pinky.

(Narrator: And he says he's not lovesick🙄.

Draken: I'm not u b*tc-

Narrator: Talk to the hand! Now shut up so I can continue)

Draken hasn't introduced (m/n) to any of his friends let alone mentioned him to them. Why? Because he didn't wanna blow his chances with (m/n) by introducing him to his friends that share one braincell except for Mitsuya of course. Draken was escorting his princ- I mean... Walking (m/n) home after watching a horror movie that subsequently left poor (m/n) traumatised which resulted into him asking Draken to walk him home so he could sacrifice Draken to the demons if they encountered one.

Now if your wondering why would he watch a horror movie if he gets scared easily? Because Draken didn't tell him. He just showed up at his front door and said they were watching a movie before dragging him out to watch the scariest movie he has ever watched which went according to plan for Draken who got to cuddle up with a traumatised (m/n) until the movie ended.

Now back to the matter at hand, Draken was about to give him a cold hearted no until (m/n) used the ultimate weapon... His puppy dog eyes because he knew that Draken's resistance would completely shatter when he looks at him with puppy dog eyes which worked because Draken caved after 10 seconds which led to him walking (m/n) home. They walked side by side, pinkies intertwined and Draken was very content with it but all good things come to an end as they reached (m/n)'s front door.

"Thanks for walking me home... And next time I'm choosing the movie because I'm not watching sh*t like that ever again! You hear!"

"Yeah, yeah... Whatever you say" Draken said in a teasing tone while (m/n) just rolled his eyes at him.

"Anyways It's getting late and I'm too scared to sleep in this dark lonely house by myself~ Wanna sleepover so we can cuddle? I need my big strong gangster boyfriend to keep me safe from the monsters~" (m/n) said in a teasing tone as Draken brain shut down.

"B-boyfriend?" (A/n: You heard it here folks... The great Draken stuttered)

"Yeah! Unless you don't to? It's OK if yo-"

Draken cut him off by hugging him tightly while laughing in relief that he's not getting rejected by the boy of his dreams before pulling away to look at (m/n)'s face.

"Don't worry. I'll protect you from the "scary" monsters for the rest of my life" Draken said with a wide grin on his face.

(m/n) smiled at him.

"You better or else!"

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A/n: So sorry for the long wait! Hope you like it

[ao3feed-irondadspiderson]

How To Be Friends With The Worlds Greatest Super Heroes

https://archiveofourown.org/works/54470053 by TheRam3nB0wl The Avengers stay in Stark's Tower but notice a young boy walking freely in the penthouse. Although they felt weary, seeing a Tony would always get weary whenever they went to canvass him, so they left him alone until he came in looking like a lovesick puppy, and now it's their task to help the poor boy date his 'high school crush'. OR Tony's 'not my son's sometimes comes into the penthouse, and he needs help asking out his crush, who already knows he likes her. OR OR Peter makes friends with the Avengers, who try to help him get with his crush. Words: 26, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies), The Avengers (Marvel Movies) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/M, Multi Characters: Peter Parker, Tony Stark, Pepper Potts, Morgan Stark (Marvel Cinematic Universe), Happy Hogan, Harley Keener, Michelle Jones (Marvel), Ned Leeds, Loki (Marvel), Thor (Marvel), Clint Barton, Aunt May Parker (Marvel), Natasha Romanov (Marvel), James "Bucky" Barnes, Bruce Banner, Wanda Maximoff, Flash Thompson, Friday (Marvel), Sam Wilson (Marvel), Scott Lang Relationships: Michelle Jones/Peter Parker, Pepper Potts/Tony Stark, Peter Parker & Tony Stark, Ned Leeds & Peter Parker, Michelle Jones & Ned Leeds & Peter Parker, Peter Parker & Morgan Stark (Marvel Cinematic Universe), Michelle Jones & Peter Parker, Peter Parker & Pepper Potts, Harley Keener & Peter Parker, Happy Hogan & Peter Parker, Harley Keener & Peter Parker & Morgan Stark (Marvel Cinematic Universe), Aunt May Parker & Peter Parker Additional Tags: Fluff, Fluff and Humor, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Romantic Fluff, Tony Stark Acting as Peter Parker's Parental Figure, Tony Stark Acting as Harley Keener's Parental Figure, Tony Stark Has A Heart, Protective Tony Stark, Protective MJ, First Dates, peter making friends with the avengers while trying to get with, peter making friends with the avengers while trying to get with Mj, Simp Peter Parker, Peter Parker Needs a Hug, 'how to' by peter parker, Flash Thompson Being A Jerk, (For a reason), Worried Ned Leeds, ned leeds is a bad wingman, but tries his best, live laugh love the highschool trio, ned leeds hates being the third wheel, but loves his friends, Comfort No Hurt, mj knows peter is a simp, there are too many tags, avengers try to give peter love advise, Peter has a british accent, Peter Parker Has a Crush, can we all agree the every peter parker/spider-man has a nice ass, but i'll try and not sexualize him anyway, Flash Thompson Redemption, Texting, harley and morgan try to help too, but they make things worse, their good siblings tho read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/54470053

[greatprotector-if]

hey... no shame in admitting your ideal man is a straight gym bro who melts into a teddy bear after he realizes he likes guys... the gay panic.... the puppy love... the earnestness... you know he'd get all shy and nervous asking to hold your hand for the first time... poor guy's trembling during your first kiss because oh my god he's never done this with a guy before???? he's so happy he could die... i'm also touch starved and want to be held in a pair of big strong arms, i get you /lh.

and girl (gender neutral) thank you for humoring ME!!!! i am so normal about sdv i swear. i also happen to have the dcburger portrait mod installed (mainly because i couldn't find shie portraits for ridgeside) so now i get whiplash going from two very different art styles. also sprinkle in a bunch of dialogue mods and now everyone's more fleshed out... slippery slope to having like 60 mods in your folder and really putting your computer to work. i have the yandere dialogue installed so lovesick doesn't even scratch the surface for my game's alex lol. i get too preoccupied with foraging so i completely miss shiro most days as well (and pretty much every other villager) but him and his little brother are so sweet!!! the scar is just so unfair. i want to kiss him so bad.

i also really like jeric, fun flirty characters are just so mmm. i know the love interests are all playersexual but jeric i buy being fruity. even if he didn't have the single left earring in i would still confidently say he kisses boys. i know what he is.

i'm sweating from the first part of this ask you read me like a fucking book

i'll admit it!!!! gay panic is my Shit!!!!! and the way you described it is exactly what i love about it. games where it literally makes no difference whether you're gay or not are so cool and great but the games where the characters go "haha never been with another guy/girl before" have me in a chokehold. Knowing how to do things with people of the opposite gender but then when it's someone of the same gender suddenly they're nervous and feel vulnerable and don't know where to put their hands? oh my god Might as well just kill me at this point

i know the million mods killing computer feeling i went a little crazy downloading mods & i spent. literal hours just scrolling through them and the dialogue mods Carry. i love them so much, especially the ones that flesh out the romances bc vanilla stardew's kinda lacking in that department. (thank you modders you saved my life) and oh my god dude usually yandere is not my thing personally but when i saw the alex mod curiousity took over and. lookin through those screenshot previews? seeing the things he said? for the first time i Get It. god i get it. my finger almost slipped and i nearly downloaded it myself

JERIC ONLY HAS ONE EARRING? i've spoken to him maybe once so i never noticed that but you're so right that is a boyliker. god i need to stop mining all the time and actually talk to people i can't believe i've been missing out on a flirty character this is so fucked i Need to know more

[mhathotfic]

Okay, hear me out... SERO X SPANISH FEM! S/O HEADCANONS! I only--- My Spanish a$$ need it (sorry for my english)

Mi amor, you don’t know how happy I am to deliver because I’m Puerto Rican and Dominican, unfortunately I didn’t learn much Spanish growing up so my attachment to my culture is based around the little cultural practices I was taught so this is pretty surface level but I’m still so happy to talk about it. Also don’t worry I understood you you just fine.

Warnings: Hispanic! reader, fem! reader, written with chubby reader in mind, Hispanic! Sero because I can

Pairing: Hanta Sero x reader

- First things first, he practically worships the ground she walks on

- Has from the moment they meet on his family trip to visit extended family

- She was his Tía’s neighbor’s daughter and he spent a lot of the trip hanging out with her

- At first it was just he was a bored 19 year old boy who found a cool and cute girl his age to pester and get showed around town by and his flirting was just innocent fun

-Up until she flirts back and teases him for getting nervous and flustered about it

- “Ay bendito, do girls where you’re from melt so easily that you’re not used to this? You’ll have to try harder for me ok?”

- All said with a smile and pinch of cheek before she turned to keep going on like she didn’t do anything to his poor heart

- He took what she said to heart though, trying his hardest to impress her all summer long

-Trips to amusement parks, going dancing, inviting her to family barbecues, even using cute little nicknames like mi vida, princesa, and mi amor with her

-They never technically had an official get together, they just spent so much time together that it felt completely natural that by the end of the night they’d be salsa dancing

-Him whispering in her ear and her giggling at his sweet words which lead to a kiss

-By the time he went back home he’s promising to call every day and facetime as often as possible

-They’re already making plans for her fly out to visit him so she can meet his friends and see what Japan is like

- She often sends care packages of hard to get items and little keepsakes that reminded her of him

-He sends back things he thinks she might find interesting and love letters he wrote when missing her

-The days leading up to to her visit is insufferable for his friends because he acts like a lovesick puppy the whole time

-They understand when they meet her and one of the first things she does is scold and then threaten Bakugou for his attitude and won the argument because Bakugou knows la chancla well and knew what it meant when she took off her sandal

-She’s Sero’s perfect type, someone who demands nothing less than respect and is loyal to a fault

-They’d honestly be obsessed too