#dating would include...

[nicholassalexanderchavez]

dating nicholas alexander chavez would include:

-cute little dates. he takes you out for a few drinks, milkshakes or to a small cafe rather than a fancy restaurant, but if the two of you don't feel like going anywhere you cuddle up on the couch and have a movie night. 

-being big spoon. it starts off with you being little spoon but he eventually asks if he can be little spoon. 

-him being protective over you. as his following grows he notices some hate comments and immediately shuts them down. 

-him being an absolute goofball. he thrives on making you laugh, whether it’s through playful pranks, witty one-liners, or walking into your room with a flower in his mouth and attempting to put on a show for you. 

-going to set with him. 

-being his biggest cheerleader and vice versa. 

-baking together. him making handprints on your ass with the flour and it turning into the two of you play flighting and the kitchen ending up a mess. 

-sweet texts: random messages throughout the day to remind you that you’re on his mind no matter what he’s doing.

-him always being ready to lend an ear when you need to vent, giving advice or just being there to comfort you. 

-inside jokes: developing a whole language of puns, references, and nicknames that only the two of you understand.

[iwoulddieforienzo]

Personally I think percabeth is at its best when Grover is in it. I don’t necessarily mean in a polycule way I just think it’s great when he’s around

[moontopuff]

YOU'VE CHOSEN: GEORGE WEASLEY

WHEN HE REALIZED HE LIKES YOU

I think he realized it on a normal evening, you were sitting in Gryffindor common room with twins; you on the couch, Fred on the armchair of course, and George sitting on a carpet in front of you. They were talking about their new invention; Fred mostly talked about the outcome of said thing and how testing was going, meanwhile, George was talking about how he came up with the idea. It wasn't much known in the Hogwart, but George was better at potions; better at making them and changing proportions to make something new.

you, of course, knew that, but you couldn't help but see that sometimes George was a little bit shy about his knowledge, as if it would make him a not good enough Weasley twin or something. Honestly, you couldn't know.

but, u didn't want him to feel any less because of this, so, you were listening intently to the origin story of making up this new thing, and when he ended you complimented him:

“Honestly, it’s all in the potion proportions!” George declared, his eyes lighting up as he spoke. You leaned closer, captivated, sensing the flicker of uncertainty in his voice. He always seemed to second-guess his brilliance, as if it might be too much for the room. “That’s so cool, George! You really know your stuff,” you said, breaking in as Fred rambled on about the grand plans for their next prank. “What if you added more of the—what was it—Gillyweed? Would it be more dangerous, or would it just go kaboom?” George blinked, taken aback by your enthusiasm, a shy smile creeping onto his face. His cheeks flushed a soft pink, and he rubbed the back of his neck, clearly not expecting your genuine interest. “Maybe both!” he replied, a hint of excitement in his voice. It was a quick reaction, and to mask the sudden warmth in his cheeks, he slid back into his usual, mischievous teasing self. “Ohh, should I expect you to get a crush on me now, for my incredible potion skills?” You rolled your eyes, laughter bubbling up. “Shut up, George!” you shot back, a playful smile on your lips. With a grin, you turned to Fred. “Now we know who the smarter twin is~” George’s laughter mingled with yours, as Fred pouted. As 'smarter' twin met your gaze and saw your smile, something shifted in him—a spark of something deeper, something new, and he wasn't just sure if he liked it or not

CRUSHING ON YOU:

he gives you sweet but joking-sounding compliments, wanting to make you smile/blush but not being obvious with it

started seeking your presence in every room; the great hall, classes, outside, or quidditch playground. He just wanted to see you, hoped to see you, and was over the moon when he actually saw you

after that one time you complimented his potion skills; every time twins show you their new invention he unconsciously seeks your compliment. He may not know this himself, but you realized it, after one time you didn't say anything about his role in the thing, and he looked like a pouting, sad puppy...

him actually beaming after you compliment him

sometimes, his eyes subconsciously drop to your lips when talking to you

George would start helping you carry your books to classes. He would reason it, that he's doing it for something else you did (u never have idea what he's talking about), but he just doesn't want to admit it yet.

his heartbeat faster every time you suddenly touch him or show him any affection. Of course, he hides it with his usual playful expression, but he leans in your touch, and just hopes you're obvious to that

when it's crowded in the hall, he likes to put his hand on the small of your back to make sure you don’t get separated. First time he did it, you were flustered as crazy, and he didn't even realize what he did until you were already in the class! When he realized, he just joked that it's because you're getting lost too easily, but do you really believe in that...?

Him getting flustered yet excited to see you cheering over him (and Fred) during Quidditch matches. When it's a hot moment you even call his twins names, and it helps his determination (he has to win for you)

teacher catching him gazing lovingly at you. Sometimes they just let it slide because *young love*, but sometimes they ask him what he's doing and he comes up with an excuse or just shrugs

He’d find himself staring at you even in the Great Hall, as everyone is eating, and isn't it quite something for one of the Gryffindors to stare lovingly at Hufflepuff table?

unconsciously starts talking and thinking more about you when you aren't around. Like, the classes you don't share together, and something happens and he's like "Y/N would scrunch her nose and giggle at that, I can just see it" or while you eat at your house table, and George casually starts talking about you to Fred and Jordan "Isn't she clumsy, lately? Nearly fall on her face while going today to the library!" not realizing his obvious puppy eyes.

George, being the more emotional twin, enjoys just being his calm, sometimes worried or serious self with you. He's happy that you don't only like him (and Fred) for being funny guys, but also like him when he's too tired or too worried of being a fun guy. He likes having emotional and serious conversations with you.

CONFESSING TO YOU

He didn't want to confess to you for the longest time, not because he's shy, but because he's insecure. He loves Fred more than anything, but he can't help but sometimes feel that people prefer him. And so, he was bloody terrified, that you would be just another person who would prefer his twin. And he couldn't hear you say it, because it would break him, he knew that.

so it wasn't until Fred finally decided to speak with him about matter. Encourage him, tell him that Geroge is your favourite twin and it's obvious to everyone. And after a few days of that, he finally confessed to you.

people would assume that being Weasley twin, George would be confident and confess with a boom, but no. At said time he felt like nervous wreck, feeling his palms sweating, and his tongue-tied as if hexed. Nonetheless, one evening, as you two were strolling through the school grounds, he finally confessed with a nervous smile.

And you? Well... You couldn't be happier.

YOUR RELATIONSHIP WITH HIM

simp, soft bf, pouting when you're annoyed at him

loves you to the moon and back

compliments you everyday, from general to very specific things

"You're the most beautiful person in the Great Hall.""That mole you have on [place] suits you well. I love it. Can I kiss it?"

after you two started dating, he started doing unconscious things, like fixing your clothes after hugging you or having out session, and also fixing your hair when the wind makes it all in your face. It's like breathing for him

Forehead kisses. holding hands always. back hugs at random times.

You were already comfortable with him as friend, but now, as you are with him, you feel that you can turn off your brain, and be hundred percent sure that he will make sure you will not get hurt.

he’ll never ever cross your boundaries (unless you want him too?)

he’s in touch with his emotions, so you’ve probably seen him cry and be furious a few times.

somehow you made a habit of napping on each other's shoulders. Sometimes even on each other's thighs...

he always lean into your touch, even when he's with his brother or friends. he would never be embarrassed of loving you

normally isn't easy to be flustered, but when it comes to you... well, let me tell you, that you have your ways of making his cheeks pink

as your bf he will sometimes do silly, gentleman things like; holding an open door for you, trying to stall stairs for you so u can make it on time, or leave some cute paper charms on your table.

will treat you like royalty you are

when you're too tired to get back to your own common room, he would give you a piggy back ride

pretty sure, he would give you massages when you're tired (in exchange for a kiss ;))

he wants to know even more about you

wanting to - somehow - be part of your hobby. For example; if u like reading, he would ask you to read out loud for him, or ask to borrow your fav book, so you would have a new share topic to talk about. And if you like make-up, he will gladly let you use himself as your model (and will be pretty serious if you ask him which look you did, he prefers!). And if you like sports/quidditch, he will train with you or be your biggest cheerleader. He just wants to support you.

so he may, or may not, make this invention especially for you (not for the prank, but to brighten your day and make you smile)

tickle fights

you wearing his jumpers, obv

holds your hand when anxious

now that you're together, he doesn't only stare lovingly at you at classes, but also holds your hand under the desk

cheering for him in every Quidditch game and even wearing his shirt to show your support (unless it's against Hufflepuff... then you're supporting both teams)

him showing off on his broom, making sure you're looking at him

him flying straight to you, after the end of the game (includes sweaty kisses)

your outside make-out sessions are often interrupted by curious animals coming closer to you (he's used to it, he knows that animals just like you, but can't they be curious when he doesn't have his tongue in your mouth??)

you stealing some food from Kitchens and bring it to your bf, when you know he's working on their new intention (he often forgets about eating)

him being surprised seeing you as if it was the first time, but tiredly grinning at you, giving you a quick kiss, and a strong hug, to keep himself going through the night

him grinning at you lovingly, as he's observing you naming the plant he gave you

if u have an allergy to something or just don't like specific food, he makes sure Molly knows it before he invites you to burrow. He may be a tricker but he knows when to hold himself, because he never wants to seriously hurt you or upset you

as his partner, you're making it to the stadium of Molly's favourite in-laws, placing you next to Harry & Hermione

overall, he loves you like crazy, you understand each other and support each other, love full of cuddles and emotional support

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-

If you would like to read again how you met twins and how friendship with them looked like: [Click]

If you decided to change the twin: [Fred Weasley route]

[moonyaugust]

ah the supernatural power of being in a confusingly intimate and doomed by the narrative queer girl friend group as a teenager

[5sospenguinqueen]

Y/N: Whenever Dean is about to use the shower after me, I turn the temperature to scalding.

Sam: Why-why would you do that?

Y/N: To make him think I am capable of withstanding that pain. I take normal showers, but I want Dean to be a little scared of me.

Sam: (sighs) You’re both idiots.

Charlie: (in awe) That’s genius.

[prostocupoftea]

wotfi 2024 final battle redraw! with my redesign of engine form of puzzles (: why? cause i love big robots connected to rooms, that's why

i am. so tired.

click for better quality (i did not draw every little detail just for tumblr to eat it)

[frostkissedheart]

— Being in a relationship with Loki would include…

— masterlist.

Loki conjuring little illusions to entertain or annoy you; he'll definitely turn your phone into a frog if you don't give him enough attention.

Him occasionally talking in asgardian mid-dreams.

Romantic gestures that come off as theatrical… until you realize he means every single one.

Teaching him how to use a microwave, and him never trusting it.

Loki being insanely protective, but learning to respect your independence (eventually).

The first time you got sick around him, he completely panicked, cause human fragility is horrifying to him.

Him trying to keep his darker tendencies hidden from you, but you seeing them anyway, and gently helping him carry the weight.

Loki casually shapeshifting into you just to mock you. “Look at me. I’m you. I drink lukewarm coffee and forget where I put my keys.”

Mid-fight bickering that ends with intense make-outs and forgetting what you were even arguing about.

Him calling you “my love” or “darling” in ten languages you don’t know, and theb refusing to translate.

Long, lazy mornings where he refuses to let you leave bed; “The world can wait. I can’t.”

Bite marks. Everywhere. But elegant ones; deliberate, perfectly placed, like he’s signing his name on your skin.

You asking if he used magic during that moment, and him giving you that grin: “Darling, I don’t need magic for that.”

That sharp glint in his eyes when someone else makes you laugh; too sharp to be human, too quiet to be innocent.

“Who was that?” he’ll ask softly, almost too casually, but his fingers tighten on your waist.

The temperature in the room subtly dropping when he’s irritated, rising again when you stroke his arm and say his name like a balm.

Loki magically closing every cupboard you leave open… and then opening them all at once just to scare you for fun.

Him being deeply offended by Midgardian alarm clocks. One morning, he hexed it into a chicken. You had to buy a new one.

Lazy sundays curled up on the couch, Loki draped across you like a spoiled cat, purring contentedly while watching crime documentaries he doesn’t understand.

And that moment late at night, curled together under a blanket, when he murmurs, “I could have everything in all the realms… but this - you - is the only thing I truly need.”

[mmmmmmeow]

what if all the batkids somehow got a hand on the lasso of truth and decided to use it on batman. there’s def some angst possible but angst isn’t actually real sooo. this is how i think it would happen

they’re in a interrogation room btw, and B also has a lie detector hooked up to him, just in case. Dukes the only light source in the room.

Batkids: .. It’s time.

Batman: ..

Jason: Number one, who’s your favorite?

Batman: Batcow.

Dick: BATCOW??? WHY HIM?

Batman: He’s the only normal one, honestly.

Damian: He isn’t wrong…

Steph: Don’t even with me.

Jason: Alright, number two. Who are you the most proud of?

Batman: Cass.

Cass: 😼👍

Duke: You can’t really argue with tha-

Dick: SHHHHH, your the LAMP. you can’t speak.

Duke: ..

Jason: Last one, who are you ACTUALLY dating?

Bruce: Yes.

Batkids: ???

Jason: Just TELL US.

Bruce: ..Superman.

Damian: BABA HOW COULD YOU DATE AN ALIEN?? NEXT TIME I SEE HIM IM GONNA KI-

dick covers his mouth

Dick: well.. can’t say i’m suprised.

Steph and Duke exchanging bet money: Don’t even start with me.

Jason: This meeting is adjourned, i have a LOT to think about, and a man to possibly kill.

Clark, in the middle of buying him flowers: ..Shit.

rhats how it would go down trust me

[darkintothedawn]

FIRST TIME... || Stiles Stilinski 'Teen Wolf'

Pairing — Stiles Stilinski x Male reader

Summary — Some headcanon style things for Stiles' first time with you

Memo— Going back to my roots with this one

Word Count — 2744

Masterlist | Stiles' Adventures

bf!Stiles who was already obsessed with you before you even started dating, but now that you're his? He’s insatiable. Touch-starved in a way that should be embarrassing, but he doesn't care. He’s constantly got his hands on you—tugging you closer by your belt loops, squeezing your thighs when you sit next to him, fingers slipping under your shirt to feel your bare skin whenever he can get away with it.

bf!Stiles who acts all cocky when he’s kissing you, smirking against your lips like he’s in control, but the second your fingers tangle in the short fuzz of his buzz cut and tug, he whimpers—genuine, needy, hips jerking forward instinctively.

bf!Stiles who likes it when you play rough with him, even if he pretends otherwise. Pretends he’s the one running the show, but the way he groans when you nip at his throat, the way he shivers when you squeeze his wrists together above his head? Yeah. He’s not fooling anyone.

bf!Stiles who gets you alone in his room for the first time, the buzz of his old ceiling fan the only sound aside from his ragged breathing, hands shaking as they trace down your stomach, mapping out every inch of you like he’ll never get another chance. His gaze flicks up to yours, pupils blown wide, and he mutters, “Are you sure? ‘Cause I don’t think I can stop once we start.”

bf!Stiles who talks a big game, but the first time he’s inside you, he’s gone—moaning, gasping, forehead pressing against yours as he stutters out, “Holy shit, holy shit, you feel so good—” like he’s never felt anything like it in his life. Because he hasn’t. And the way your ass squeezes around him, the way your cock twitches against his stomach with every thrust, makes him genuinely dizzy.

bf!Stiles who meant to go slow, really, but the heat of you, the squeeze, the way you look underneath him—he loses control embarrassingly fast, hips snapping up into you harder than intended, muttering apologies against your neck but not stopping. Not even when he feels your nails dig into his back, not even when he hears you whimper from the force of it, not even when he knows he’s about to cum too fast.

bf!Stiles who whimpers when he cums, not the cute little ones, but wrecked sounds, overwhelmed, body shuddering as he spills inside you, arms barely holding himself up. His whole body tightens, locks up, the last few stuttered thrusts just raw need as he fills you up.

bf!Stiles who gets addicted to it. To you. He barely catches his breath before he’s pressing wet, open-mouthed kisses to your jaw, shifting his hips, already hardening again.

bf!Stiles who loves the idea of marking you. He’s got a thing for biting—your throat, your shoulders, your thighs, anywhere his mouth can reach. Loves the way you squirm when he sinks his teeth in, the way you groan when he sucks bruises into your skin. And he definitely loves seeing them the next day, hidden under your clothes, knowing he put them there.

bf!Stiles who cries when he’s overstimulated, cheeks flushed, body trembling, hips jerking up helplessly even as he whines, “Can’t—fuck, can’t, but I need to—please, let me—” voice breaking on the words. His cock is red, aching, still sensitive from the last time, but he needs it—needs to be inside you, needs to cum again, needs to feel your ass squeezing around him until he’s sobbing into your shoulder.

bf!Stiles who grips your hips so tight you’ll be bruised, who watches the way his cum leaks out of you and groans, low and desperate, running his fingers through it like he can’t believe he did that, that you let him.

bf!Stiles who fucks like he needs it, like he’ll die if he doesn’t, chasing his high with frantic, hungry thrusts, hands never still, never satisfied with just one part of you. One hand gripping your jaw, the other slipping down your stomach, wrapping around your cock just to feel you twitch in his palm.

bf!Stiles who gets off on making you cum first. The way your cock pulses, the way your whole body tightens, the way you shudder under him—that’s what drives him crazy. And if you moan his name when you do? If you beg for him while you’re falling apart? He’s gone.

bf!Stiles who loves fucking you from behind, loves the view, loves how deep he can get, loves watching his cock disappear inside you over and over. He’s always gripping your hips tight, pulling you back onto him, moaning when he sees his cum from last time still slicking your hole.

bf!Stiles who would rather die than be caught crying, but after the third round, when you’re just as desperate, just as greedy, he’s pressing his face into your shoulder, voice cracking as he gasps, “Oh my god, oh my god—” like he’s unraveling from the inside out.

bf!Stiles who makes you keep his cum inside you after, pushing it deeper with his fingers and watching you squirm, grinning through his exhaustion, whispering, “Just for a little, baby, just wanna see it.”

bf!Stiles who, once he’s fucked out and satisfied, gets so clingy after. Whining when you try to get up, dragging you back down with lazy hands, pressing his face into your neck. “Five more minutes,” he mumbles, already half-asleep, holding onto you like he never wants to let go.

bf!Stiles who drapes himself over you, arms wrapped tight around your waist, his bare chest warm against your back. He’s still breathing heavy, heartbeat erratic, skin damp with sweat, but he doesn’t care—he just presses closer, lips brushing over your shoulder as he mutters, “You’re not leaving. Not yet.”

bf!Stiles who keeps shifting against you even though he’s exhausted, hips rolling lazily, cock soft but still sensitive where it rests against your ass. You can feel him twitch every time you move, and when you shift just a little too much, he whines, burying his face in the crook of your neck. “Stop,” he huffs, but his fingers are digging into your hip like he doesn’t actually want you to.

bf!Stiles who rubs slow, absentminded circles into your skin, his palm tracing up your stomach, over your chest, fingertips ghosting across your nipples before sliding back down again. He’s not even trying to start something—it’s just instinct, like he needs to touch you, to remind himself that you’re real, that you’re his.

bf!Stiles who loves how warm you are after, how your skin is still flushed from everything you’ve done, how you’re all soft and pliant beneath his touch. He presses a lazy kiss to the back of your neck, mumbling something incoherent, something that sounds a lot like “so perfect, fuck.”

bf!Stiles who groans dramatically when you finally push at his chest, trying to untangle yourself from him. He’s clingy, arms tightening around you, trying to keep you in bed. “Where the hell do you think you’re going?” His voice is rough, low from overuse, but his grin is lazy, smug. “I literally just rearranged your guts, you can’t even walk yet.”

bf!Stiles who watches you try to stand, eyes glued to your shaky legs, to the way you wince when you shift too fast. His cock twitches at the sight, and he groans, dragging a hand down his face. “Fuck, baby, you look—” He swallows hard, cutting himself off, forcing himself to stay still.

bf!Stiles who definitely wasn’t planning on going again, but the way you stretch, the way his cum drips down your thigh, the way your spent cock twitches against your stomach—it’s too much. His breath stutters, and when you glance back at him, raising an eyebrow, he just mutters, “Don’t look at me like that.”

bf!Stiles who pulls you back down before you can even think about arguing, flipping you onto your back, crawling between your legs with a hunger that shouldn’t even be possible after how many times he’s already cum. “Just one more,” he breathes, pressing kisses down your chest, across your stomach, dragging his teeth along your hip. “Promise.”

bf!Stiles who definitely doesn’t keep that promise. Because once he’s inside you again, once he feels the heat, the tightness, once he hears you gasp—he’s done for. All thoughts of stopping, of letting you rest, go out the window.

bf!Stiles who loves the way you sound when you’re too tired to hold back. The way your moans come out rough, wrecked, completely unfiltered. The way your cock twitches against your stomach, untouched, just from the drag of his thrusts.

bf!Stiles who leans down, mouth at your ear, whispering filth between ragged breaths. “Can’t believe you’re still so tight,” he groans, nipping at your earlobe. “Still sucking me in, baby. Feels like you want it—like you don’t want me to stop.”

bf!Stiles who nearly loses it when you grab at him, nails digging into his biceps, legs wrapping around his waist to pull him in deeper. His moan is embarrassingly high-pitched, and he lets his forehead drop to your shoulder, gasping out, “Holy shit—” before picking up his pace, fucking into you like he’ll never get the chance again.

bf!Stiles who comes undone faster than he wants to, the overstimulation hitting him hard, making him tremble above you. His whole body is burning, his stomach tightening, his thrusts turning messy, erratic. He knows he should pull out, knows you’re exhausted, knows it’s too much—but when you beg, voice wrecked, whispering, “Inside, please—” he can’t help it.

bf!Stiles who cums with a broken moan, hips stuttering, filling you up so deep he can feel it, his whole body shaking from the force of it. His face is buried in your neck, breath hot and uneven, his hands gripping at you like you’re the only thing keeping him tethered to reality.

bf!Stiles who collapses on top of you after, completely spent, too drained to move. He’s still inside you, cock twitching with aftershocks, and when he finally manages to lift his head, he just mutters, “Okay. Now I’m done.”

bf!Stiles who, despite saying that, doesn’t pull out right away. He just stays there, pressed against you, soaking up your warmth, feeling the way your chest rises and falls beneath him. It’s too good. Too comfortable.

bf!Stiles who makes a soft, content noise when your fingers start combing through his buzzed hair, your nails scratching lightly against his scalp. He melts into it, eyes fluttering shut, humming under his breath. “M’gonna fall asleep,” he murmurs, voice thick, sleepy.

bf!Stiles who only moves when he realizes you’re both a mess, skin sticky with sweat, his cum still leaking out of you. He groans, shifting just enough to grab the closest shirt—his, probably, but he doesn’t care—using it to wipe you down, mumbling, “Not my best work, but it’ll do.”

bf!Stiles who definitely talks in his sleep, barely coherent mumbling, slurred words that only make sense half the time. But tonight, it’s different. Tonight, his grip tightens around you, and between soft breaths, you hear him mutter, “So good for me.”

bf!Stiles who finally collapses back onto the bed, dragging you with him, wrapping himself around you like a human koala. His breath evens out against your skin, his grip loosening as sleep starts to take over.

bf!Stiles who barely manages to mumble, “Mine,” before he’s out cold, arms still wrapped tight around you, like even in his sleep, he refuses to let you go.

bf!Stiles who clings to you in his sleep like he’s afraid you’ll slip away, fingers curled loosely against your ribs, cheek pressed against your chest, warm breath fanning across your skin. His body is so warm, all long limbs and sharp angles, but he’s soft too—his stomach, the inside of his thighs, the dip of his spine where your palm rests.

bf!Stiles who makes little noises every time he breathes out, these barely-there sighs, like he’s exhaling all the tension left in his body, sinking into you completely. His lips are parted, his breath a little uneven, catching every time his body twitches from overstimulation.

bf!Stiles who twitches in his sleep, little jolts of movement that make his fingers spasm against your skin, his leg jerking slightly where it’s tangled with yours. Sometimes, it’s just a little shudder, a tremble that rolls through him, but then there’s the big ones—full-body twitches that shake the whole bed, making him grunt in his sleep, shifting closer like he’s chasing your warmth.

bf!Stiles who sighs when you run your hand down his back, smoothing your palm over his spine, grounding him. It’s like his body recognizes your touch even in sleep, instinctively relaxing, muscles softening under your fingertips.

bf!Stiles who sleeps like he fucks—messy, restless, needy. Even unconscious, he’s all over you, nuzzling into the crook of your neck, one of his legs hooked over yours, his arm tight around your waist. He huffs when you shift, brows furrowing, a sleepy little sound of protest leaving his lips before he settles again, his grip tightening.

bf!Stiles who mumbles something in his sleep, voice so quiet it’s almost drowned out by his own breathing. You don’t catch all of it, but you hear your name in there, soft and sweet, the way he says it making your chest ache.

bf!Stiles who smells like himself, that mix of old spice and detergent and something uniquely Stiles—like the inside of his Jeep, like late-night bonfires, like the vanilla chapstick he always chews on without realizing. It’s grounding, familiar, him.

bf!Stiles who makes these tiny, involuntary movements against you, like his body’s still trying to press closer even though you’re already wrapped around him. He tucks his chin a little, tilting his head until his nose nudges against your collarbone, lips brushing your skin with every slow exhale.

bf!Stiles who mumbles in his sleep, words slurred, barely more than a breath against your skin. It’s nonsense half the time, little huffs of, “No, s’my turn to drive,” and, “The algorithms don’t match, dude,” but then, suddenly—“Love you.”

bf!Stiles who means it, even unconscious, even when he’s barely tethered to reality. His voice is quiet, raw, like it slipped out before he could stop it, like it’s a truth buried so deep in his bones that it doesn’t need to be spoken aloud to exist.

bf!Stiles who shifts slightly, his lips brushing over your collarbone, his breath hitching like his body knows what it just admitted, like even in sleep, he’s overwhelmed by you.

bf!Stiles who, after a long pause, whispers something so soft you almost don’t catch it. “You’re my Han Solo.”

bf!Stiles who lets out a slow, sleepy sigh, pressing even closer, fingers twitching against your side, like he’s waiting for you to respond—even though he’s already slipping deeper into sleep.

bf!Stiles who’s quiet for a while after that, his breathing finally evening out, his body finally relaxing against yours. It’s peaceful, soft, perfect—

—until he suddenly jerks awake with a sharp inhale, gripping your arm like he just had the most important realization of his life.

bf!Stiles who blurts out, voice raspy, “The government is hiding real werewolves in national parks.”

bf!Stiles who’s dead serious, blinking up at you, completely oblivious to the fact that he just went from confessing his love to spouting absolute bullshit in the span of ten seconds.

bf!Stiles who stares at you like he expects immediate agreement, like this is a perfectly logical follow-up to everything he just said, his fingers gripping your wrist like he needs you to understand how serious this is.

bf!Stiles who frowns when you snort, nuzzling into his hair, mumbling, “Go to sleep, Stiles.”

bf!Stiles who huffs, shifting in your arms, mumbling something about “bigfoot’s just a cover-up,” but still melts when you kiss his temple, still relaxes when you pull him closer.

bf!Stiles who, no matter how ridiculous he gets, no matter how chaotic his brain is, is still yours. And that’s the best part.

[urwhorecrux]

⋆ ˚⁀➷ ₊˚⊹⋆ 𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘫𝘫 𝘮𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘬

— dating jj maybank; beach picnic dates. watching the sunrise together. secretly the little spoon. teaching you how to surf, even if you’re nervous he’s there for you. shows you off all the time.

[boypied]

dating nicholas chavez would include:

Nicholas is constantly planning dates and then telling you last minute, it makes you feel all spontaneous. It's always something different to the last, and he makes sure to keep you entertained the whole time; whether it was with jokes and funny faces or gently tickles from under the restaurant table. His favourite dates to take you on are either dates in an elegant restaurant or a picnic in the park, Nicholas loves to pack your favourite nik naks and watching your face light up when he pulls them out of the basket or when you're in the restaurant and he enjoys how flirty you become in a dimley lit place.

He's constantly coming up behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist. Yes, it always disrupts whatever task you were doing, but you don't ever complain cause you love the feeling of his warmth pressed against you. In public or private, he will do it. He wants to make sure people know that you are his boyfriend, and no one else can have you. Hugging you is probably his favourite thing to do with you other than fucking your brains out, he loves wrapping his arms around your body feeling every curve of your body as he gets to gently caress your body.

Nicholas is your biggest supporter, and you are his. You always make sure to support and share his work with the world when he gets a new acting role or a new tv show of his is airing you tell everyone you come into contact with to stream/watch your boyfriends new show. Same with you, whenever you come up with a new hobby or you want to try something new wether that is in the bedroom or just in life he makes sure to buy any equipment that is needed even though you tell him you can buy it yourself he always manages to beat you to it.

When you and Nicholas have sex, which is quite often he always makes sure that you cum first. No matter what you will always cum before he does, he feels guilty if he finishes before you do so he always works double hard to make you cum which is why you are constantly a moaning mess when you have sex and sometimes you have to wear a gagball to keep you quiet which turns you on even more, or if a gagball isn't available then he will shove his fingers down your throat.

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[blakeswritingimagines]

Dating Yandere König Would Include:

He's mostly like a puppy, but when he starts to actually fall for the person he's obsessing over, he starts get a bit more controlling. He starts to try to keep you close, and make you pay attention almost exclusively to him.

He gets very easily jealous, and starts to threaten anyone that even tries to make a move on you. Whenever alone with you, he starts to touch you, which he doesn't do in public cause he doesn't want to look like a "creep", but he doesn't always succeed in restraining himself.

He also has a bad habit of glaring/staring at people. When he's alone with you, he's pretty clingy but tries to keep it to a minimum. He's a bit of a perv, but he doesn't really act on it, so he seems like he's sweet and innocent.

He's also very protective, and is quick to defend. He might try to justify his obsession as caring deeply about you, and even become possessive, sometimes borderline abusive.

He's usually kind of quiet, but very observant. He's very sensitive to your mannerisms and how you interact with others, so if you even seem to be getting along with another guy who isn't him, he gets really suspicious and starts glaring at the guy.

When he starts to get more into the yandere state, his personality starts to slowly change. He gets even more controlling and even a bit possessive. He starts to become paranoid that you'll leave him, so he keeps trying to cling to you, and trying to get you away from any other men to try to eliminate any kind of competition. He starts to get really anxious if you're away from him, even if it's for a short amount of time.

In front of others, he's actually really good at acting calm and not showing his true emotions. He can have an entire conversation with another guy without any hint of jealousy showing. But as soon as the guy leaves, he immediately starts to glare in their direction and mutter under his breath about how he doesn't like how they were looking at you.

He starts to require a decent amount of reassurance. He doesn't straight up ask for it, which he doesn't want to admit he needs it, but he definitely requires it. When he wants some, he starts to cling onto you so that you're paying attention to him, while subtly hinting that he wants you to reassure him, but not saying it outright.

When he has to give reassurance, he actually really likes it. He loves showering you with compliments and sweet words just to make sure you feel good. He also usually gives physical affection when he's giving reassurance; like holding you tight or gently running his fingers through your hair.

For rewards, he loves spoiling you. He starts to spend more money on you than himself and tries to get you all sorts of things that he thinks you'll want. He just loves seeing you happy, and seeing you be happy because of something he did, always makes him overjoyed.

He's not very physical at all. When he's punishing you, he just takes things away. He won't let you use your phone/computer for a bit of a time, and if he's really pissed he will just flat out ignore you and pretend like you're not there until he thinks you've learned your lesson. Also, he's very good at the silent treatment, which is probably one of his most cruel tactics.

He's very physically affectionate with you, and will always take any chance he gets to hold you in some way or gently trace his fingers along your body, especially if he's trying to comfort you. He'll also just randomly give you tight hugs and cuddles, and sometimes will pull you onto his lap and trap you there so that you can't escape.

He puts a decent amount of effort into dates. He knows it's cliché, but he likes taking you to romantic places like a nice little restaurant, or an outdoor area so that you can stargaze together. He'll make sure the place is empty, so you guys can have some privacy. He also loves planning movie nights at home for you guys so you can cuddle together and watch a movie or two.

Most of the time, they don't even know he's a yandere. He's just very good at hiding it. They just think he's a guy that's really whipped for you. So they just assume that he's a really sweet guy. In reality, they don't know how intense his feelings actually are, and they don't know how crazy he can get if they get too friendly with you.

He definitely starts to become more reliant on you. The fact that he's a yandere causes him to start to completely hyperfixate on you, and cause him to want you around as much as possible. He wants to keep you as close as possible, and usually will want to sleep in the same bed as you before you're actually even together.

It's not that huge of a shrine, just a small one tucked in the back of a closet. It contains pictures of you, any notes you've given him, and other trinkets or stuff you gave him that have some kind of importance to him. He will definitely flip out if you accidentally find it.

He has no moral issues about it, and would gladly kill for you. He'd probably even enjoy it. The only catch is that he doesn't want to go to jail for it as to be so far away from you, so he tries to keep his kills very secret.

He definitely wants to get married. He wants to tie the knot with you as quickly as possible, once he thinks you're ready to commit. He will obsess over everything related to marriage. Ring, the honeymoon location, how the ceremony should be, what he's going to wear, and he would probably obsessively plan the proposal, to make it perfect.

He absolutely wants to have kids with you. He would want to have a decent number of them. He would be a sweet dad, but would also be really overprotective of them. He definitely wants to be a stay at home dad though, so that he can spend more time with the kids and you.

If you didn't want children. He would probably try to find some sort of compromises, like adopting. If you couldn't even have children at all though, that would be where's his kindness starts to slip away. He would get very frustrated, though he most likely wouldn't take his anger out on you, he would just become even more controlling because of his frustration.

"I don't want anyone else touching/looking at/talking to/being near you. You're mine, and ONLY mine. I don't want to share you at all. I want to keep you all to myself, so no one else can even think about getting with you. You're too cute for the outside world. You belong only to me."

Blindfolds - Would be into using blindfolds on you to make you more vulnerable and at his mercy, even more so than normal.

Marking - Would definitely be into leaving marks on your body, such as love bites, to show ownership over you, especially if others can see.

Dom/Sub - Enjoys being dominated, but since he has control issues, he can't really let himself go that easily, so it's kinda difficult for him to give up control to you.

Light Bondage - He would love to tie you up with ribbons or use silk to keep your hands behind your back. He also would love to keep you in a cute position like frog tie.

Light Choking - He'd love to just have his hand around your neck or hold some of your hair so that way he can pull slightly.

Spanking - He would definitely love to make you whine in pain with his hand, and he would probably use different things for it, like a paddle or a crop. He will also most likely make you count the smacks. He also would love to just randomly smack your ass as well.

[atlasjoyce]

Dating Matthew Gray Gubler Would Include:

ok so I think his love language is probably words of affirmation or quality time

he makes sure to tell you that he loves you everyday

he leaves little sticky notes everywhere

some have jokes on them

others talk about how much he adores you

he CONSTANTLY makes jokes

he'll try to make you laugh even when you're arguing (which sometimes irritates you, but he's hot, soooo....its fine)

he tries to draw you a lot

he doodles on you when you're sleeping sometimes

just little drawings to make you laugh or smile when you notice them throughout the day

he LOVES to take pics of you

cause he thinks you're the most attractive being in the universe

and he'd constantly take candid pictures of you whenever he thinks you are looking cute (which is all the time)

he loves to go on dates at night/early morning

sometimes your dates last from 9 p.m. - sunrise

he loves cuddling together while watching the sunrise

if you guys live together, then he waits until you're asleep before he decorates for Halloween

like you go to sleep at 10 p.m. and you think he's sleeping too

in reality, he sneaks out of bed after you're asleep, and he decorates the ENTIRE house

at some point he sneaks back into bed without waking you

when you get up you ask him where all the decorations came from and he's like, "Must've been the Halloween gnome who comes and decorates in the middle of the night *shrugs*"

and you're shocked cause it's literally August so why tf is there spooky decorations everywhere in your house

but you find it adorable how much he loves the holiday so you let it go

your relationship with matthew is full of fun, love, and soooooooo many pumpkins (seriously, it's a problem)

[the-worms-in-your-bones]

I love how the different companions who have been around for a regeneration or meet different incarnations of the Doctor are all like ‘what the fuck is going on’ or ‘wait but you look different’ while the brigadier just goes ‘oh you’ve gone and done it again’ then moves on

[independentwarlocksworld]

Dating Loki would include:

It would take a while to gain his respect, but once you did, there was no losing it

Loki was not the kind of person or god to trust easily, but with you things were different

Somehow you had become close enough with the god that he would tell you things he wouldn't tell to another soul

Loki had a silver tongue but with you he would sometimes stumble on his words, distracted by the gaze of your eyes

He had a way of getting you flustered, making you blush with his words

Even though you spend alot of time with Loki, he still intimidates you, he's just so pretty and powerful

He isn't overly affectionate at first, but loves to introduce you to his favourite books and recites poems for you whenever you'd let him

After a while, he becomes extremely affectionate towards you and only you

Expect loads of kisses, hickeys and the use of cute nicknames

Loki would get you lavish gifts for no apparent reason, a gesture you couldn't seem to get used to

[5sospenguinqueen]

Y/N: The can opener broke.

Dean: So, now it's a can't opener.

Y/N: I can't believe I fell in love with you, of all people.