#it’s so cliche and cheesy but y’know what

[dancingisdangerouss]

Image being Steven’s girlfriend and harrow kidnaps you to try and draw out moon knight but then he gets attached to you in a very unhealthy way. He’s never letting you go no matter what 👀

Okay okay okay but this is literally an idea I’ve had 😂

You’ve suspected Steven liked you for a while now, but couldn’t be certain—he was awkward and cute with everyone, after all. Once you started dating, it took some time to adjust to his alters and the whole situation there, but honestly, you’re just happy with him.

You’re familiar with Moon Knight, but Steven is adamant that you never accompany him and put yourself at risk. So you’re forced to grudgingly stay at home “safe” while he goes out to do hero-shit or whatever.

Little do you know, Harrow’s cult peeps have been stalking Steven, and they find out about you. Harrow has been trying to figure out how to lure Moon Knight into a trap because (insert some logical reason here). Trouble is, he can’t figure out what bait to use

Until he finds you.

His followers kidnap you one night, and he has them get in touch with Steven to let him know that he has you. He’s enraged of course but conflicted—Khonshu tells him to not be an idiot and put everyone in danger by marching right into Harrow’s trap, so he’s just stressed and worried while trying to figure out what to do.

Meanwhile you’re allowed to walk around so long as his followers accompany you to make sure you don’t run off. But you’re proving to be quite a bit of trouble—pointing suddenly at something and crying out, “Holy hell! What’s that?” and when your “chaperones” turn to look you go sprinting off.

He also finds you one day in your room trying to pry up the floorboards and escape through the floor, and every time his followers manage to catch you, you give them absolute hell. Multiple cult members have complained to Harrow that you bit them.

So he starts keeping an eye on you himself, making you accompany him to things. He’ll try to get under your skin, taunting you about how Steven must not really love you since he hasn’t shown up yet, but you just shrug like “well good, he’s not a fucking moron. A lot more people will get hurt if he comes for me.”

Basically every time he tries to upset you or manipulate you, you’re like 🤷‍♀️ “whatever dude.” You’re just focused on making more plans to escape so that Steven doesn’t have to make a hard choice because of you. You do sometimes feel like a bit of a burden in that sense…unable to help fight alongside him, causing him trouble by getting kidnapped…

Harrow finds an odd interest in you, unsure of why he’s grown fond of you. You’re stubborn and annoying and taunt him all day long, but you’re also legitimately caring, not wanting anyone hurt because of you, preferring to die rather than let anyone else suffer. You’re strange…but he thinks he likes it.

From there, those thoughts only worsen and fester, and he realizes he’s thinking about you at all hours of the day and night, and can’t stop having these fantasies about you. It’s borderline obsession at this point.

So by the time Steven does show up (after figuring out a way to sabotage Harrow’s plan), he’s unwilling to let you go. What makes Steven so wonderful? He could have killed you while Steven hesitated and came up with a plan. He doesn’t deserve you. No one else does.

When Steven comes for you, he’s devastated to find you nowhere in sight, hidden away like a buried treasure, like another artifact in the desert.

Harrow has you now, and he’ll make sure to treat you so much better than Steven ever possibly could. It doesn’t matter that you’re rebuffing him and refusing his affections—you’ll come around eventually…

After all, we all know he never stops until he gets what he wants.

[jayswritings13]

Kiss Me - Heather (Total Drama)

Summary: Despite cheesy, the ending kiss is always the best part.

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Kiss me, beneath the milky twilight

Lead me out on the moonlit floor

“You look ridiculous.” 

“Shut up.” 

“But, you also look good, too.”

“Obviously,” Heather rolled her eyes. “Not that I had many options with Chris’ tacky tastes. Like, really? The mean girl in hot pink? Cliche much.” She rolled her eyes, crossing her arms over her chest. 

“You probably had a lot of more options than me to be honest.” You laughed, “Though, you and LeShawna did a great job.” 

“We try.” Heather said, “We’re trying to win the challenge, afterall.” 

“I know. This is probably the most fun I’ve had with a challenge.”

“Bite your tongue before Chris hears and changes the last challenge at the last minute.” She hissed, glaring at you. 

“Would you two move it already?!” Duncan said. “I’d like to actually start the challenge.” 

“Chill, Hot Topic. We’re coming.” Heather spat, slipping her arm around yours, and tugging you with hers towards the makeshift dance floor Chef pulled together. 

“Finally!” Chris huffed, “We’ve been waiting forever.”

“Drama Queen,” You muttered under your breath, causing Heather to snicker. 

“Now that everyone is here, we can begin.” Chris said, “For the last part of the challenge, the losers on the aftermath show are voting for prom royalty in tribute to the classic high school dance at the end of the teen romcoms.” You glanced around the room, catching a glimpse of the two fake plastic crowns Chef was holding. “Two crowns, two winners,” He said, gesturing to the crown you were staring at. “Now, for the pairs. Chef and I decided to have some…..fun with it.” He laughed. “The pairs are going to be with one member from each team, just to keep things fun for me.” 

Lift your open hand

Strike up the band and make the fireflies dance

“Lighten your grip, hulk.” 

“I’m barely touching you!” 

“Tell that to the dent in my shoulder!” 

While obviously handsome and charming in his own way, Justin was the last person who you wanted to partner with in this challenge. Though, one glance at Courtney and Heather’s heated glare between each other, and suddenly you were glad that you were stuck with Justin. Even so, you would have preferred to have been partnered with Lindsay or Beth. 

Or Heather, really. Sure, the bald girl was  can be a major bitch. But she was honest, fun, and loyal. You have watched her threaten everyone and once she warmed up to you, you knew that she would burn and destroy others for you. Not that she’s ever told you that with words, anyway. But you could feel her affection, as prickly as it might be. A rose with many thorns. 

Though, you didn’t mind the thorns. 

“Alright, let’s get the music goin’”, Chris grinned, as Chef turned on the music, causing many of them to wince at the volume. “Now remember, your fellow ex-contestants are voting for the winners. Two more minutes until the winners are announced, so make them count!” 

Ugh. This sucks. 

“Damage my ankles and I swear t-” 

“Oh, oops~” Heather smirked, giving Justin a small smile, as she collided into his side, pulling an annoyed Courtney along with her. “My bad.” 

You laughed as Justin huffed, annoyed. You caught Heather’s eye and grinned, winking at her. 

“Heather, I swear to go-” 

“What?” Heather scoffed, “It was just an accident.” 

“Sure, sure,” Courtney muttered, “An accident to save your little girlfriend.” 

“Shut up.” Heather grumbled, “It’s not like that.” 

But we could be, you think, knowing good and well that Heather would gut you if you even indicated that to Courtney in this moment.  

“But, you want it to be.” Justin chimed in, sharing a knowing look and slimy grin with Courtney. “Y’know, red really is your color.” 

“One more minute!” Chris yelled. 

“Shut it before I fucking claw your eyes out,” You glared, eyes blazing and locking in on Justin, quickly shifting them towards Courtney, “And you, you little bitc-” 

“The results are in!” Chris yelled, catching everyone’s attention. 

“And the winners are…..” Chris snatched the card from Chef, quickly opening it with a flourish. 

Silver moon's sparkling

So kiss me

“I was fucking robbed!” 

“Seems kind of on brand for the ‘teen romcom’ though,” You said, watching Duncan join Beth on stage as the winners of the challenge. “The lovable nerdy girl winning. The popular mean girl losing.” You sighed, “So on and so on and so on…” 

“Whatever,” Heather scoffed, “The endings are the worst part anyway. The underdog winning. The girl gets the guy. The ending kiss. Such bullshit.” 

“I don’t know. It’s cheesy, but cute.” You said, reaching over and grabbing Heather’s hand in your own. “The ending kiss was always my favorite.” You glanced over at Heather, grinning. “And by the looks of it, you do too.” 

“Shut up!” Heather rolled her eyes, trying everything in her power to not look over at you, despite the heat building and building in her face. A dead fucking giveaway. A stupid weakness. 

“Y’know, we never got a chance to dance. Would yo–What?!” You laughed, catching a glimpse of Heather’s still red-faced, knowing expression. “I told you that I like the cheesy endings.” You smiled, placing your hands on Heather’s hips.”

“Uh-huh,” Heather’s arms slipped around your shoulders, “And what was that you liked about endings?” 

Oh. Oh. 

So, it’s happening? 

“You’d be interested in that?” You questioned, keeping your full attention on Heather, as your face grew warm. “I thought that you hated endings, Heather.” 

“I do, but I’d be interested. Very interested.” 

“Alright, then I think that I can arrange something for y-” You smiled. Though Heather cut you off, kissing you, pulling herself and you closer together. Time seemed to slow down. Angels singing. All of the stupid, but true cliches. 

“Impatient,” You breathed out, grinning at Heather once your two pulled apart for air. You leaned your forehead against hers, not daring to look at anything but her. 

“You were taking too long.” She hummed, “And you promised me a movie-ending kiss.” 

“I did, didn’t I?” You smiled, “Well then, I think that we should try it again, if you’re up for it.” 

“Fuck yes,” Heather whispered, “Kiss me.” She demanded. 

You rolled your eyes at her tone, but quickly and excitedly took her invitation, kissing her again. 

“I could get used to this,” You whispered, pulling away to catch some air. 

“So could I,” Heather muttered, “As long as you don’t make me watch any of those god-awful teen romcoms.” 

“Really?! But they’re like us….” You said, “Popular girl. Underdog. Amazing kiss at the end.” 

“Shut up.”

So kiss me

So kiss me

[wheredidhiseyebrowsgo]

Are you open to requests? If so can you find any steter fics with top!stiles and bottom! Peter? Thank you! :)

Yeah!

Pillow Talk by SushiOwl

(1/1 I 1,834 I Explicit)

“You’re going to have to move if you want to fuck me, y’know,” he murmured in Peter’s ear.

Peter smiled. “I don’t plan on moving,” he told him. “I’m so comfortable.”

“Then how are…?” Stiles asked, sounding adorably confused. Peter gave him a moment, and he let out a soft ooh. Peter looked at him over his shoulder and saw him lick his lips. “You serious about this?”

“I wouldn’t have suggested it otherwise,” Peter told him, before he snuggled back into the pillow. “Think you can handle doing all the work?”

The One Where Stiles Stays by NiklausScratchIII

(1/1 I 2,861 I Explicit)

This is an alternate ending to chapter 8 in It's Just Like Catnip, but For Wolves.

This is for everyone that was disappointed that Stiles used his better judgment and left. This is a stand-alone chapter and will not be a series, just a variant reality of the story.

"So, this whole time?" Stiles asked.

"The whole time," Peter grinned.

Stiles backed out the door, his face numb and blood cold in his veins.

Peter laughed watching him turn and cross the bedroom.

Peter let him leave but walked out the stairs as Stiles crossed the living area below him.

"Told you I was in control," Peter called down.

"Fuck you!"

"And you did, brilliantly, I might add," Peter said wagging his brows.

Alpha Baby by cathcer1984 

(1/1 I 7,318 I Explicit)

Stiles goes to the Club to play. He gets a lot more than he bargained for.

We Hales Don't Spit by SquishySterek (Herm_own_ninny) 

(2/2 I 8,238 I Explicit)

Stiles and Peter have a family. It's kind of a cliche, but they've adopted abandoned werewolf kids and have them as their own.

This Could Be So Dirty That it Just Ain't Right by taylorpotato 

(1/1 I 10,830 I Explicit)

Ever since Stiles presented as an Omega, he hasn't been feeling the same urges as his peers. When he's around an Alpha that's not Scott (who is pretty much his brother at this point), his first reaction is to shrink away, not try to press closer. Until he meets Peter Hale. Who acts like the most annoying, entitled kind of Alpha on the planet. Except he's not one. He's an Omega. Of course, Stiles would turn out to be every type of gay possible.

Peter Hale's Hero by asarcasticwitch

(2/2 I 11,689 I Explicit)

The first time Stiles met Peter Hale, it had been entirely by accident.

An accident he will be grateful for until his dying breath.

The man had been brought into the station after allegations—which were later proved false—were made against him. The moment was akin to one of those cheesy Rom-Coms where the two love interest’s eyes meet across the room in slow motion; Stiles’s breath had seized in his throat, his heart hammering wildly in his chest, and, well, he fell.

He fell hard.

Halfway to Hell is a Long Way from Heaven by cywscross

(4/? I 30,472 I Explicit)

Peter offers to bite Stiles that night in the parking lot. To mark. To brand. To claim.

Stiles just laughs at him.

On hindsight, it was pretty laughable, in a terrifying skin-of-the-teeth sort of way, and on occasion, Peter still regrets ever opening his mouth with that particular question. Mostly though, he’s content, even happy, and that might be Stockholm Syndrome speaking, or even his mortal mind buckling under the relentless weight of Stiles’ desires, but either way, if he gets to live and live well under the protection (possession) of an eternal, immortal being, what does anything else matter?

Magic and other fun surprises by softcotton

(18/18 I 44,461 I Explicit)

Stiles doesn't talk to Scott, after having enough of Scotts' doubts about his ability to protect himself. He decides to find out more about his Spark and stumbles upon information about The Rightful Warriors, perfectly combined pairs of magic users, who are supposed to be the most powerful creatures in history of supernatural. Also, great BFFs. Will Stiles be lucky enough to be amongst the few who have their magical soulmate? Will he meet them and become powerfull? Is Peter a creeper who has been stalking Stiles for two years but can't anymore because he got caught?? (Yes, yup, and obviously)

Unpack Your Heart by Julibean19

(20/20 I 101,539 I Explicit)

The coffee table was on fire.

Derek leapt backwards as Stiles scrambled back on his hands in a crab walk until he hit a support beam.

"Stiles, what did you do!?" Derek yelled, eyes fixed on the flames. When he tore his gaze away to check on Stiles, he saw that his eyes were glowing a deep red. An Alpha red? Derek didn't have time to dwell on the exact color too long as the table top cracked and fell to the floor, flames rising higher.

Sequel to The Only Living Boy in which The Alpha Pack and the Darach attack, Stiles becomes the Hale Emissary, Stiles and Peter take their relationship to the next level, and everything is a bit more magic than anyone realized.

[sharp-teeth-and-archived]

honorhearted asked : For Lydia: willow, sunflower For Hewlett: tulip, violet For Rogers: snapdragon, southernwood

Botanical Headcanons. / @honorhearted​​ -- accepting

Lydia: willow :   how does your muse handle sadness   &   depression ?

       I think I may have talked about this before but no such post is coming up for this topic? Okay, so, Lydia doesn’t entirely put herself into a new project right away, but that’s the end goal most of the time. She sits with it, talks it out, and it sometimes depends on what is making her sad that’ll direct her actions, and then she does something about it. She doesn’t like to be stationary with her sadness, she doesn’t like to think about it or experience it, to listen to pity, and to be reminded of it. She doesn’t ignore it but she tries to keep it at bay. 

       I think that was one of the most influential reasons why she decided to get herself involved in the spy ring. She thought she was going to be a simple camp follower, and she sorta is anyway when intelligence isn’t coming in, but she instead got pulled into the spy ring. She wanted to do something about her sadness and she knew Laurence wouldn’t want her to spend the rest of her life being sad over his death, so she wanted to make him proud. Eventually, her drive and motivation to participate in the Patriot effort shifts a bit as she makes friends, enemies, connections, y’know all of the canon t.urn events that come into play, but it will always have a connection to Laurence in some way. 

       So, basically, she will usually speak with her mother about it for comfort and then to her dad for extra support but also some more guidance, but in camp, I think she would keep a journal and write about it. She may have a few friends in the camp that she would speak to about it, but she doesn’t wish to add any stress to anyone else, so she takes it into her own hands. It’s her sadness, it’s her duty to do something with it, and she instead uses it for “fuel” in a way for her next action. Whatever that action is, it depends, but usually, it’s for distraction and progress.

Lydia: sunflower :   what brings your muse the most joy in life ? 

       It’s so cheesy and cliche but Lydia is already wanting me to write love, just in the general sense. Not only just a partner, a family member, or a friend, but to have that wholesome presence. With the war, it’s easy to focus on pain, so the little moments of love and hope give her the most joy. But other than that, I would say projects that she sees through. When she completes a goal. That can get her motivation up than dwell on the negativity. 

Hewlett: tulip :   how does your muse view people in general ? 

       For this, I’m going to have to speak about two different parts in the t.urn timeline because s1 & s2 Hewlett sees people differently from later s3 Hewlett & s4.

       Hewlett is gullible, we can see it with all of the events that go on in the first season alone. Hewlett sees the British Army as the “good” guys and views them with rose-tinted glasses. He doesn’t expect any ill will from his peers and believes most of them are honorable people, or the people under his command are and he holds high expectations for them, maybe too high of an expectation over anyone. He sees them as having a similar, or exact, moral code as he does and from the get-go, expects that they all are good-natured in a gullible way. He doesn’t see how any of his men would wish to manipulate him and the “troubled” ones can be talked into shape. He thinks he can shape the men under his command. He sees the townspeople of Setauket that are Patriotic like little kids who need to learn a lesson, to put it simply. He thinks they can be easily dealt with and they are just toying with childish notions and a misunderstanding of their circumstances. Can’t they see why a country under British rule is good?

       In s3 & s4, Hewlett sees the nasty underbelly of his own group. His whole capture, Simcoe’s whole “Speedrun on how to make everyone in Setauket hate me” in s3, and Andre’s whole dismissal of Hewlett and undermining of him. All of this shows him that the world isn’t black and white. He believes in his cause, but he doesn’t like the corruption within it, he can see both sides of the war as bad, so that’s where it sort of leads him to work with Abe in those seasons (other than their mutual hatred of Simcoe anyway). He still doesn’t believe in the Patriot cause and as the British side is losing, he’s sort of like “Let them have the colonies, I need to figure out what I want” and doesn’t care so much about “reprimanding” people as he does in the earlier seasons. He’s tried to change people and it hasn’t worked out for him. His expectations are lower in s4 (and almost to a comedic sense of “Well I’ve seen people do worse than that”). I think in some regard he still holds high expectations but tbh for t.urn characters, I think the writers did a better job with Hewlett’s development. It felt realistic and interesting, but then, too, I’m not sure how much Burn had a say in it or if it was all up to the writers. They also had an almost fresh slate with Hewlett’s character with some historical influences of the real-life figure and a combination of some other historical figures, so it was easier for his development.

Hewlett: violet :   how does your muse respond to betrayal ?

       We can kinda see this with the whole failed marriage between Anna & Hewlett, but generally, he doesn’t take it well. It will be worse if it’s someone he trusts, but any act of betrayal is taken personally. I think Hewlett puts almost too much of himself into his authority, it molds him, he doesn’t see it so much as a job and a duty but as something personal he has to do. Probably a lot of it has to do with his motivation to join the British Army and the war because of his parent’s financial downfall and how he wishes to do good for his own parents.

       So, Hewlett may be in disbelief at first, but not long after he will be mad and really observe his past memories with whoever betrayed him. This only adds to his anger. He will be angry at himself for not seeing it earlier (again, his high expectations) and for the other person to stoop so low to result in betrayal. This is more s1 & s2, a little bit of s3 as well, but by s4 he is sadly more used to it by that point. He will be annoyed that he didn’t see it, but he will be less angry overall and more of an “Oh well, that’s another one for the pile.” It’ll just serve his more negative view of people. He still holds onto hope, but I think the Hewlett we see in s1 & in s4 are very different in terms of their mindset. Weirdly in a way, his negative mindset motivates him to be the good in the world.

Rogers: snapdragon :   is your muse merciful ?  why or why not ?

       I want to say no, but he is merciful in a way. Rogers has the least amount of moral code within my muses, but he does hold a moral code (even if it’s slim). He won’t harm children, and while he will usually be less violent with women than he is with men, he will attack or kill a woman if need be. But children? No, he couldn’t. Generally, I don’t think he could and after being around Thomas, even if he didn’t talk to him much, it stuck in his mind and in his moral code. I can’t think of why specifically, but it’s probably because of the whole innocence of children and children usually have fewer ill intentions than adults do. He hasn’t experienced a child that wanted to betray, belittle, or harm him, so they are off his list. I think a lot of his moral code is built by experience. He has seen violence in men and women, adults, but never in children so far.

Rogers: southernwood :   how seriously does your muse take themself ?   do they prefer a solemn   &   intellectual atmosphere or do they delight in jokes   &   banter ? 

       I think I answered something similar to this? It seems familiar yet I can’t find anything in my posts about it, but he much prefers jokes and banter. He doesn’t mind deep, serious, even philosophical, conversation, but too much of that can become boring. 

       I think Rogers takes himself seriously to some degree. He has an ego and he hates to hear any semblance of an insult towards him, but he will make fun of himself. It’s a rare moment, he doesn’t like introspection so much (as he likes to do that with other people), but he will admit to a flaw. Sort of like the scene where Rogers was going into all the people that wronged him and his purpose for working with Abe, and when Abe asks him what he was talking about, he doesn’t seem annoyed that Abe wasn’t listening and laughs. (Probably because it’s better if Abe doesn’t know anyway). That sort of thing and admitting something that isn’t that big of a deal to him is easier. He’ll admit that he has anger problems and a drinking problem, but he won’t admit that he’s getting old and that his loyalty is only to himself because it doesn’t suit his ego. It’s a very hypocritical answer, but I think it’s also a complex one.

       So both I guess? It depends who it is with, but usually, I would say he likes jokes and banter more.

[celestialvexation]

kinda of a random say, but i wanna take a minute to let y’all know why i love sh4 so much and hold it near and dear to my heart

i must have been around...13 or 14 when i first started to get rlly into games. i was playing every single one, even the horror ones when i’d only play for like, the first 15 mins of it lmao. i’d always pussy out cause i’m so easily startled by jumpscares and tension no matter how cliche or cheesy they are

in comes sh4....

idk what it was about this game, but it was one of the few horror games that i’ve finished by myself! i thoroughly enjoyed going thru the worlds, and it had me go online to look up several fanart that i still hold onto to this day. hell, playing thru this game had me so intrigued by the lore, and i just had to look up on what the series actually is and whatnot. it’s...just kinda personal to me cause this was also when i first started looking into writing and reaching out to others that held similar interests as me. not just that, but roleplaying as well -- i just indulged in whatever fiction i could look into at the time, including the nsfw ones that i rlly shouldn’t have alskdflask

ofc, it started kinda... y’know that typical writing style and crack writing that’s so early 2010s? yeah, i worked my way all the way from there and up to here where i’m just writing fics to my heart’s content

nowadays, i could barely gain the energy or motivation to actually get my ps2 and the game out of the box to play it, but...still, i always adore this fucking game. i just love the series in general -- even if recent announcements about it have been either blah or just downright cash grabby. i still hold onto the nostalgia of this series cause it reminded me of a time when things looked....bright, to me. just didn’t have a care in the world... haha

[caatfaace]

Valentine Special | JJK

Valentine's Day Headcanons | Featuring: Gojo Satoru, Fushiguro Megumi, Itadori Yuuji

Note: In a time-consuming turn of events, I have made another group of Headcanons for Gojo that you can read here I just read the original request wrong so I have two </3

| Male Reader | WARNINGS: OOC probably (I desperately need to rewatch the anime) Do NOT interact if you use she/her, she/they or something similar. You have your own fanfiction, this is not for you. YOU WILL BE BLOCKED. •·················✮·················•

Itadori Yuuji:

Similar to Gojo but only because he literally asks Gojo for advice.

So it's very cheesy, corny, and, if Itadori had the cash, expensive. He stays up late not only preparing but also doing “research” on cliche rom-com movies. That’s what it’s like at first, an attempt at copying all the cliches.

But after a year or two the dates get more creative and more Itadori, y’know?

I can see him taking you on a date to a petting zoo but I can’t explain why.

I just want to see Itadori petting donkeys, is that so wrong? He can make the most grumpy of the animals like him.

After it's done he can’t bring himself to leave so you’re stuck with him for the night. First you get takeout and then it’s sleepover time! Don’t worry, nothing happens. He just snores.

Sukana is a horrible third wheel

•··············•

“Do you want to go to a petting zoo with me?” You glanced over to Itadori with a brow raised. You had literally just left the bathroom and met with the smiling face of your boyfriend. You didn’t mind though, that face was a face that anyone would want to see at any moment.

That was exactly how you ended up here, accepting the invitation to the date. It was odder than usual dates but you weren’t complaining. It was nice to see Itadori in casual clothing looking at chickens like he hasn’t seen one in forever.

“I used to go here when I was a kid! There was this donkey I called Don. Mainly because I didn’t know how to say donkey.”

You chuckled and intertwined your fingers with his, “Want to go give this “Don” fella a visit then?”

Itadori grinned and didn’t even need to give you an answer before dragging you to the area where Donkeys, Goats, and even Pigs were. It was a little awkward to be two teenage boys in a crowd of children who either dragged their parents here or were dragged BY their parents.

Itadori immediately recognized Don and rushed over and held out his hand; oddly enough, the donkey had also recognized him and nudged their gray nose against Itadori’s hand.

It was a sight, truly. Too good of a sight that you took your phone and snapped a quick photo. This was a different kind of Valentine date…but it was a welcome one.

•·················✮·················•

Fushiguro Megumi:

Hates Valentines Day (but that’s a lie)

This is his first Valentine’s Day that he spends with someone. I do think he was rather popular with people but he always rejected them. I think he’s someone who waits for someone he genuinely, really likes–which is a rarity.

He would be rather awkward when it comes to asking you as this is very out of his comfort zone. Asking you goes along the lines of “I think you’re really nice”

For the date itself? He takes you to an animal shelter to do some volunteer work. He does this a lot in his free time and nobody needs to know except for you. He is an animal lover and he wants to love animals while loving you at the same time.

While it is an unconventional date it’s something really important to him. This is more romantic to him than any candlelit dinner.

Itadori and Nobara would find out and make him give you something like flowers or chocolates. He’d be embarrassed but would never let anyone know.

•··············•

“Put this on over your clothes.” Megumi said pulling your arms up so he could slip a shirt, not even giving you the chance to put it on yourself. Your face heated but you didn’t comment. Megumi was already pretty awkward and you didn’t want to make it worse for either of you.

After Megumi put on his own shirt and you both got a quick briefing of what to do and how to do it, you eagerly went to meet the dogs and cats who needed a bit of extra love for Valentine's Day.

Dogs from all sizes bounded over to Megumi with excited barks, they greeted him with sloppy kisses and nuzzles. You smiled and filled the dog bowls nearby while they were distracted. It was clear that Megumi has been here for volunteer work before.

When the dogs spared your Valentine and scampered over to the newly filled bowls, you happily wandered over to Megumi and stood beside him closely.

“I’m really enjoying this date, Megumi.” You grinned and watched as Megumi’s ears flushing red at the ends. He only grunted in response but you knew that he was enjoying this just as much as you.

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Gojo Satoru:

With Gojo, Valentines day depends on what point of a relationship you both are in

Early on? Spends a large fraction of his bank account. All he thinks about is spoiling you and since I don’t think he is very romantically experienced he just does what he thinks you would like.

So expect VERY expensive restaurants, flowers, chocolates, etc.

But if it’s later on in a relationship then Valentine's day is much more catered to your interests. So don’t worry if you dislike so much money being spent on you. Even if you rather spend the day laughing at how stupid rom-coms can be, he is more than happy to do that with you.

Don’t think you’re free from this wannabe sugar daddy, expect some sort of gift.

Buys you those GIANT teddy bears at least once but gets grumpy if you cuddle that more than him.

•··············•

“Hey~!” Gojo burst into your room with the same usual teasing tone he used with everyone. You were laying on your bed and rolled over to get a good look at him. You would consider yourself lucky to be the boyfriend of someone so (unfairly) pretty. Especially now that he was out of his uniform and dressed in a baby pink button down–which contrasted his usual blue color scheme but today was a special occasion.

You grinned and waved, “Hey, Satoru.”

Gojo grinned and leaned down to make direct eye contact, which was technically impossible since you couldn’t see his eyes behind the sunglasses he wore. “I got you something!” He spoke quietly and dragged you out to the living room where he had somehow decorated to fit a Valentine’s Day aesthetic at a shocking speed.

The most obvious was the giant teddy bear that was twice your size sitting on the couch like it owned the place. Your mouth gaped and you turned to Gojo, silently asking why the hell he would ever buy this.

“Surprise! Happy Valentine’s Day!” He dragged you to the couch and sat you down. You pulled the teddy bear closer and it squished under your weight–this was fantastic! You hadn’t expected this to be so soft.

“So you aren’t so alone when I can’t come visit.” Gojo sat down on the other side and leaned against the bear. You smiled and looked at him.

“You’re amazing–but don’t spend so much money on me unless you’re buying me a car.”

“Do you want a car?”

“Gojo, no.”

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Thats the last of Valentines Headcanons : D I have been milked dry and I now hate romance

[afrogirl3005]

Loki FanFic

Hey ya’ll I am so sorry I haven’t been posting as much I am working on a big project for you all um so enjoy this old fanfic I made I know it’s terrible, don’t @ me 😝.

TW: Angst, Abusive Partner (not loki), Toxic behavior, Self esstem issues.

Black Reader x Loki

So a little bit of Backstory for you,  You're a superhero named Multiply you can make copies of things around and yourself, You can even regenerate parts of your own body, but you need to eat quite a bit in order to keep yourself healthy. You being Plus sized is just hereditary. May have themes of violence, abuse, and self harm. Loki helps you from an abusive partner. Oh and one more thing this will officially be my first published so please take this with a grain of salt.

Another day alive. Gross. I’m woken by my alarm, I get up and head to the shower. Have you ever had guilt for being big? Those are the thoughts going through my head. I stand and stare at my body in disgust. I always had low self esteem  ( some in part to my boyfriend) . I can remember the first time someone had said something about my weight and when you’re like me you have a choice To be a social outcast or laugh about yourself with them. I chose the ladder.

But nevermind that I’m going to be late for training. Sorry for being so depressing. I'm Y/N, artist by day and a superhero by night ( I know cheesy). My superhero name is Multiply, Coolest fact about me is that I'm an avenger although I don’t live at the compound where I live with my boyfriend, even though he can be a bit of a drama queen (h e h e…). So like I said I was getting ready. I train with natasha. Y’know I’m quite jealous of her. She can stay skinny meanwhile because of my superpower but I’ve always been this way. “Hey (Y/N) ready to get started.” “Sure Nat, are we sparring again? '' We commenced staring straight at her. Fighting stance. “Ready?”. I charge, getting my adrenaline pumping. I start with a punch. She dodges. She kicks,I twist. We go on but then after a long time I land an uppercut, as she falls to the floor I shout “Yes' ', only then to immediately find myself on the floor. Darn it she got me with a leg lock. “Now I hope you remember to make sure the enemy is incapacitated”, “Yes Nat”. She extends her arm out to me. I reach for only to hear a loud boom as I get up. We walk together to the front and see that Thor and Loki are here ( just pretend that this is after Ultron and before civil war so they are here) Thor greets us at the door “Ah hello friends!” Y’know he has a nice booming voice, He’s cute like that.

I also see the bane of everyone's existence, The god of mischief himself Loki. I honestly hate him so much, he is extremely annoying, crass , and rude.  Thor walks towards us “Hey Thor”, 

“Hello Midgaurdian”. I hear a voice behind him while “No greetings for me?” “I only give them people who actually deserve them”, I say most annoyedly. Nat says “ Well hey what’s the occasion for the visit”, ``Well we thought we'd drop by and enjoy ourselves here before we trekk back to asgard.” Suddenly without warning I get a call…, It’s him my s/o Mark, I remember the first time we met I had just finished fighting a group of bad guys when I heard ( And this may be a little cliche`) There was a woman and her kid getting mugged, I rushed in but as soon as I arrived the criminal was already subdued I looked at his cerulean eyes and fell head over heels. He was ever the charmer we got coffee and as time flew by we fell in love and got an apartment together, but then it started. You’d honestly think that a girl like me couldn’t possibly get hurt by her lover but you’d be wrong, I would be out with the team, and come home to find that there are 40 missed calls on my phone, when I moved in I can’t say it got any better. The first time I was hit he left it where no one would see it, I never understood what I had done but because of my healing I didn’t worry as much about it. But it wouldn’t stop he kept going he would attack my weight saying I would never amount to anything. Then He started withholding food from me which slowed my healing time which increased my pain. All I want to do is keep him happy. I snap out of my thoughts “Nat, I have to take this.” she looks at me “Ok,do you want to stop right here.” I gave her a quick thumbs up. I head out of the room, I call him back “Hello”, “Hey sweetie where are you” he’s so endearing when he’s y’know not mad “I was wondering if you’d like to go out to dinner with me” I think for a minute “ Y’know I was thinking we could stay inside tonight” “Well we’ll talk about it when you get home ok sweetpea”. I know what that means “See you when I get home” “ok” “Bye”. I wave goodbye to Nat and Thor and deliver my best stink face towards Loki, He grimaces in disgust. The drive home is quiet. I'm lost in my own thoughts. As I get to the door walking in I don’t see Mark. I call out “Mark,you in the shower” You know how you can feel something behind you but you’re not so sure… this was one of those times. I tumble to the ground. I Look up, I see the anger in his eyes ``I can’t believe you have the audacity to refuse dinner with me especially with a fat pig like you.” I can’t even respond. He follows up with “ You are going to get in the shower, Put on the dress I just bought you and put on some makeup and do not make yourself look cheap. We are going to dinner as planned now, get dressed!” I get up quietly feeling powerless as ever. Here's to me getting ready for another memorable night.

I hope you all enjoyed this is my first ever fanfic chapter please feel free to give feedback.

Thank you for reading.                                                                                          Yours truly~ Afro💖

(again this is from like three years ago so so so sorry you had to read this)

[softguks]

request!! jungkook had a bad day and you comfort him and it’s all fluffy? 💜

SOFT NIGHTS | JJK DRABBLE

+ jeon jungkook / reader

+ everyone has bad days. days where you want nothing more than to curl up in the comforts of your bed and cry, days where you feel like the world is turned against you, and days where everything is too much to handle. but for jungkook, there’s nothing better than coming home to you because you make bad days better.

+ 1.3k words

+ fluff and some comedy/crack, angst if you squint, boyfriend au, established relationship au, idol au | no warnings !

Jungkook has had a long day.

It’s evident in the way his shoulders slump, both out of relief and exhaustion as soon as he enters the house, shutting the door with a gentle swing and kicking his sneakers off. His head hangs low, tucked into his chest as he plops his keys into the little bowl at the front. A heavy sigh falls from his pursed lips, a sound so shaky and fragile, as if it could shatter like glass. Tousled wavy, brown locks fall in front of half-lidded chocolate eyes that are blank with tiredness and slightly glossy with frustrated and unshed tears. Long lashes flutter against rosy cheeks that are flushed under your scrutiny as you watch from your position on the couch with a frown. You close your laptop, placing it on the table as you motion for him to come over, a sympathetic smile on your face. Tossing his bag onto the table, he shuffles over, sock-clad feet swishing against wooden floors with his pretty lips pushed up in a pout as he approaches you.

“Long day, love?”

“Mm yeah.” his voice is lightly raspy and soft, something angelic and delicate you’ve always loved about him. His long arms reach out for your embrace, face nuzzling into the crook of your neck as his arms wrap around you. His nose slots perfectly against the dip in your skin, pressing a featherlight kiss against the curve of your shoulder as he closes his eyes. Your fingers run through his messy locks of wavy brown hair, massaging his scalp and gently carding your nails along the soft locks. His hair smells suspiciously like your shampoo, a knowing smile tugging at the corners of your lips as you chuckle.

“You wanna talk about it? Want me to order some food? Run you a bath?”

The slight shake of his head and the bounce of his curls is incredibly endearing, causing the butterflies in your tummy to stir as you smile down lovingly at the boy who has completely, wholly, and entirely captured your heart.

“Just wanna cuddle.”

The hushed mumbles tumbling from his rosy lips tug at your heartstrings, igniting something warm and gentle that tingles in your veins. It’s a beautiful feeling, like flowers blooming across your chest and hazy sunlight pouring in through glass windows. It’s a feeling that you’ve never experienced and even though it scares you, it also thrills you. It’s an addictive feeling that thrums in your bloodstream and flutters in your heart. It feels natural and right, like it was meant to be.

The tears that have long been situated in the corners of his eyes slip down his cheeks, body trembling as he tries to hold in his cries. Your heart breaks to see him like this, so vulnerable and fragile as he hides away from himself and his emotions.

“What’s wrong? Do you want to talk about it?”

He shakes his head, closing his eyes and taking a deep, shaky breath that fills his lungs with cold air. The pads of your fingers brush against the skin under his eyes that are stamped with purple moons, another reminder of his sleepless nights and constant pressure.

Sinking further into the plush cushions of the couch, you pull him closer, peppering kisses along his cheeks, up towards his forehead, and finally against pecking his mouth a few times. He looks so pretty like this, with his lips tinted red from your kisses, cheeks darkened in color —he swears that it’s the heat of the living room even though you know different— and the corners of his mouth turned up in a shy smile. The action of affection has him giggling, eyes bright with stars; little pinpricks of light that sparkle in the wide expanse of black and glow against the blankets of space. His smile is blinding, eyes scrunching up to form crescent moons as the corners of his eyes crinkle. Your fingers reach up to poke his dimples, only adding to his embarrassment and shyness (he will never admit how much he loves this) His cheeks color the shade of cherry blossom pink, the kind that dangle precariously from thick, woven branches on a cool spring day.

“I love you so much and I’m so proud of you. Don’t stress too much over it. You’re working hard and doing your best and that’s all that matters.”

“I know. I’m very lovable indeed. They don’t call me Mr. International Playboy for nothing y’know.” He grins cheekily, the curve of his lips elongated by the smile that graces his features.

“I’m trying to love on you but you’re making this so hard.”

Immediately, something mischievous twinkles in his eyes, flickering like a sudden beam of light in the warm brown depths of his eyes as a coy smirk stretches across his lips. He wiggles his eyebrows suggestively, a shit-eating grin snaking across his rosy lips. “You know what else is hard? That you could take care of?”

Your expression immediately turns sour, causing a loud laugh to rumble from his chest, a sound so happy and him that you cannot hold back the smile that threatens to show. He is so Jungkook and you love that about him. “Oh my god, you’re so fucking disgusting and cheesy.”

“Only for you, baby.” His wink is so awfully adorable that it makes you want to kiss him a hundred times and puke at the same time.

“Are you tired?”

“Just a little. Can you keep playing with my hair?” Jungkook look adorable with his wide doe eyes staring up at you with so much tenderness in them that you cannot deny him of anything. He is so effortlessly gorgeous and you are so whipped for him —not that anyone could blame you, that you would give him the world if you could.

Love is a strange and finicky concept. It’s always sounded too perfect and cliche to be real. You’ve never been so in love with someone and it’s scary. The idea of loving someone so much that they become a part of you and a piece of you is terrifying. They become something you can’t bear to lose and a weakness. But with Jungkook, it’s different. He completes you. He brings out the best in you after seeing the worst parts of you. He wants all of it, the good parts, the bad parts, the scary parts, everything. His bright bunny smile showing off his pearly whites is enough to brighten your entire day, his laugh is enough to make your heart skip a beat, and his personality is something so bright and contagious that you cannot help but fall in love with him.

The gentle thrumming of the dryer and the low bubbling of the pot on the stove is enough to make him drowsy. After a long and tiring day of practice, his muscles are sore and ache with tiredness, exhaustion hanging off of his body. His movements are sluggish and slow, eyes drooping as deep slumber threatens to overtake him. He feels warm, safe, and loved, and there’s nothing more he could ask for at this moment.

Staring down at you through groggy eyes and slightly blurry vision, he admires the baby hairs that fall in front of your eyes, the little freckles and marks that decorate the wide expanse your skin like stars in the sky, the dusty pink flush that colors your cheeks, the small and tender smile pulling the corners of your lips upward, and the warmth that radiates from your body.

“I love you.”

“I love you too, you dork.”

You swear you feel him smile against your neck.

“Babe, this is important, get up.”

“What? Jungkook, go to sleep.”

“Why are pizzas boxes square, pizzas in the shape of circles, and pizza slices triangular?”

“Oh my god, Jungkook, please shut the fuck up and go to sleep.”

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[blake-belladonna-defence-force]

Today is the 15th of October, 2020. Today marks the one year anniversary since I started writing on ao3 and while I know this doesn’t mean much to a lot of people, it means the world to me and I need to get my thoughts out.

I started writing when I was in a really bad place. I was lonely and miserable and I was hurting. I lacked community and I was hurting pretty badly, to be honest. But RWBY had my comfort show, I guess, and the bees were my comfort characters, especially Blake, so writing for them became a sort of... therapeutic thing for me.

See, I can recognise a lot of myself in Blake (minus the abuse). The way she first appears cold and distant, the attempt at keeping her distance from people because she’s scared of hurting them/getting hurt? Her “apathetic” masks that eventually gives way to reveal the biggest dork? An introvert that actually enjoys the company of those she cares for but simply has painful lessons to unlearn? Yeah. I could easily relate to her and seeing a character that reminded me of me grow and change and find her people, the people that truly love her and accept her and support her, was comforting to me. I think that I truly needed to see that, y’know?

So... I wrote my first bee fanfic in October of 2019. I was in a dark place mentally. I wasn’t okay. But... I still loved RWBY. I still loved these characters and I got this idea for Blake and Yang that I thought would be really interesting. I remember suggesting it in a ask to Bloodraven55 but it still wouldn’t leave me alone. So... I decided to write it because if no one else was gonna do it, then I was.

That’s when I found my spark. I know it sounds stupid and cheesy and cliche but it’s true. Writing helped cut through the awful brain fog I suffered from and it helped ground me to the present moment. Suddenly, I had something that made me happy. So I wrote some more. And then a little more. And even more. It became apparent that writing helped me with my mental health. It made me happier. So... I kept doing it and here we are.

Hell, I’ve even made some pretty amazing friends here. I’ve learned, much like Blake, that’s it’s okay to be soft and to love. That I’m allowed to. That it’s not something I have to be scared of... granted, I still struggle with expressing and accepting affection but hey! One day at a time.

(As you can probably imagine, seeing Blake, whom I relate to a lot, get a song like Touch the Sky made me very emotional because that song hits hard and is very real for me. It is definitely the most important song to me in the entire RWBY soundtrack across all of the volumes and I tear up every time I hear it before belting that shit despite having a shitty singing voice.)

I still suffer though mental health issues. I still don’t know why I am the way I am. Happiness is an uphill battle for me. It doesn’t come easy. But writing and being a part of this community has helped me grow as a person so much. I’m happier than I was this time last year. More confident and outgoing, even though I still feel unsure and insecure a lot of the time. I still have a long fucking way to go... but I’m far away from the lonely person I used to be.

I know that there are some toxic parts of the FNDM. Hell, even some parts of the Bumbleby fandom can be toxic. I know that some folks call bee shippers toxic. But I’ve seen so much love and support from this community. So much acceptance and kindness. From me coming out as being on the non-binary spectrum, to me discovering that I’m an (sapphic? Women orientated?? I don’t fucking know what to call it??? Women are just really pretty and nice and cute and neat!) orientated aroace. I’m actually starting to tear up as I write this but, um... this community truly does mean a lot to me and I am immensely grateful to be a part of it. It’s nice here, in this little corner of the internet that I’ve found. I think I’ll stay here for as long as I can.

So... uh... in conclusion... thank you. For giving me a place to just be and exist without apology. For giving me an opportunity to find people like me, to form friendships that are truly wonderful. And I guess I just want to say that it does get better. It’s scary and maybe it takes a bit of time but it does get better.

Alright. Yep. That’s it. Don’t know how to sign off from this so... my apologies for the overall sap 😅

[because-of-a-friend]

Boyfriend!Seungkwan Fluff

Thanks for the request anon! I hope you like this one! Remember everyone, this is a series that I only do by request, so if I’m missing one that you want, go ahead and request it! DK was requested, so his will be out next! Someone also requested Jeonghan just now, so that one will be out right after!

MASTERLIST

Seungcheol | Jeonghan | Joshua | Jun | Hoshi | Wonwoo | Woozi | DK | Mingyu | Minghao | Seungkwan | Vernon | Dino

You’re hopelessly in love with Seungkwan

Like completely and fully

And it’s pretty obvious

I mean you make it obvious

Because you kind of want to give him some sort of signal

To gauge where he’s at so you know if you should back off or not

There’s one problem

Seungkwan is the dumbest boy in school 

(Said affectionately)

He genuinely just doesn’t realize

So completely oblivious

The other boys have a laugh watching the two of you do this dance around each other for years

And even when they’re straight up like 

“Dude, [Y/N]’s in love with you”

He’s just like 

“No, they’re just super nice to me!”

Cue Vernon hitting his head on a nearby wall out of distress

And sometimes they’ll go to you and be like 

“Just tell him you’re in love with him”

And you’re like 

“What??? Me in love with Seungkwan??? Hahahahaha, that’s hilarious!!! Where’d you get an idea like that???”

Cue Mingyu joining Vernon at the wall

You want to tell Seungkwan

You really do 

But you keep making excuses

“He’s so busy”

“Now’s not a good time”

“He shouldn’t have to worry about this right now”

“He probably doesn’t feel the same way”

So then it ends up being years that you don’t tell him how you feel

Then one day Vernon sits you down

And gets real serious about it

“Hey, I know it feels safe right now, and it seems like there’s no reason to do anything. But you know this won’t last forever right? If you want something to happen, then you have to say something. Eventually, it’s going to be too late”

And you nod solemnly along with his words

“I know, but-”

“No ‘buts’ this time, [Y/N], I don’t want to see all the potential between you and Seungkwan go to waste”

You nod silently this time

So you finally decide to do something

Their comeback was successful 

He’s super happy 

So it’s perfect timing 

You invite him to go get dinner 

You plan a whole evening and make it really nice

You make reservations at his favorite restaurant

You lowkey make index cards with what you’re planning on saying written on them

You’re waiting outside the restaurant in your nicest outfit

And Seungkwan walks up!!!!

...With Vernon and Mingyu

They both mouth apologies as they walk up 

“Hey, I hope it’s cool that I invited them along!”

“Yeah of course, the more the merrier!”

Dinner goes fine

You’re a little bit disappointed that your plans got derailed but that’s no reason to make Mingyu and Vernon suffer through an uncomfortable dinner so you try to brighten up and hang out with them as normal

Vernon notices that you have some sort of package with you

He keeps kicking you under the table to get your attention

You finally look over at him

He mouths “Give it to him”

And you’re just like “No? Why would I right now?”

And soon you two are just having this silent argument 

Then you pause 

And look over across the table

Where Mingyu and Seungkwan are staring at you like ???

“Oh sorry, we were just debating over what to get for dessert” you lie quickly

While you’re distracted, Vernon knocks the package out of your hand

“Oh hey [Y/N], you dropped this!”

If looks could kill

“Oh it looks like it’s for Seungkwan!”

Now Mingyu is playing along

“Guys, leave [Y/N] alone” Seungkwan pouts

You take a deep breath

“No, he’s right, it’s for you. It’s sort of a congratulations for the successful comeback”

Seungkwan turns bright red

“Oh... you didn’t have to”

“I wanted to! I’m really proud of you... Of all of you, I mean”

You’re dreading watching him open it in front of Vernon and Mingyu

He seems to sense that and is like 

“I’ll open it after dinner”

So you’re hoping it’s forgotten about

But after dinner, when you’re all standing outside the restaurant 

Mingyu and Vernon start bothering him to open it again

So he does

“It’s that bracelet you wanted” you say shyly

Seungkwan is just staring at it silently and slightly shocked at such a nice gift

Mingyu and Vernon are sitting there like “Woah this is super nice, [Y/N] buy one for me too”

“Whoever’s gonna marry you is so lucky”

Everyone goes silent at Seungkwan’s words

All you can manage is “huh?”

“I just mean you take care of all of us so well, whoever you marry someday is so lucky”

You freeze 

Mingyu freezes

Vernon freezes

Seungkwan smiles happily at his gift before looking up and frowning confusedly at all of your faces

“I just remembered I have tons of work to do at home, I’ll catch up with you guys later”

And then you take off

Seungkwan turns to Vernon and Mingyu and is like “What’s their problem”

They just stare back at him like 

☉▵☉

And Mingyu just shakes his head 

“Kwannie I knew you were oblivious but this...”

And then he and Vernon walk off while Seungkwan follows after them asking what everyone’s problem is

Vernon calls you later and he’s like “[Y/N] he didn’t realize”

“Yes he did Vernon, he probably knew where it was going and wanted to end it before I could say anything to save me from the embarrassment” 

“[Y/N]-”

“I don’t want to hear about it anymore Vernon, it’s over” 

After that you’re miserable

You spend a few days letting yourself be really sad, laying around in bed

You stop hanging out with the boys, and only contact them every once in awhile

Seungkwan is distressed™

He’s like “Has anyone heard from [Y/N]?”

They’re all sitting around after practice one day

“No Seungkwan”

“Has anyone tried reaching out to them?”

“No Seungkwan”

“Why not???”

“We figured we should give them space”

“Why?”

Mingyu suddenly sits up

He scrambles over to Seungkwan and is like 

“Listen to me, I’m only going to tell you this one more time. After this, I’m officially giving up on you and calling this situation hopeless, so you had better take what I’m saying seriously and actually do something about it this time”

He starts shaking Seungkwan’s shoulders with every word

“[Y/N]. IS. IN. LOVE. WITH. YOU.”

Seungkwan sits there for a second

“Are you serio-”

“OH MY GOD, GO!”

Seungkwan jumps up and looks at Coups

“Is it ok if I leave, I mean-”

“Did you not hear Mingyu? GO!”

Seungkwan sprints to your place

When he shows up at your door

You’re a sad, sleepy mess

And he’s a dazed, sweaty mess

“Seungkwan? What are you doing here?”

“Are you in love with me?”

You pause and look up at him with wide eyes

Then you look down and sigh angrily

“Vernon...”

“Actually it was Mingyu”

You pout

“He’s too tall for me to hit”

“Hey don’t get mad at Mingyu for what he did, besides we’re getting off topic. [Y/N], are you in love with me or not?”

“Is it going to change things between us if I say that I am?”

“Of course it will”

You both stare at each other for a moment

You decide to take a leap of faith

“Yes, Seungkwan, I’m in love with you”

He steps forward instantly and pulls you towards him using a hand on the back of your neck and crashes his lips against yours

You two spend the rest of the day laughing about how long it took you to confess to each other

“I just genuinely didn’t think you’d be interested in me” “Seungkwan that’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard”

“But remember that one time in front of the water fountain?” “You were trying to tell me then???” “Yes!” “You’re ridiculous”

“One time I literally tackled Mingyu to the ground to stop him from telling you” “Well it didn’t stop him from telling me today”

So your relationship becomes a chance for you two to catch up on lost time

“We really could’ve been dating this whole time, huh?”

He says one night when you’re cuddling on the couch, his arm around you, he’s pressing kisses onto your temple

“Don’t say that in such an accusatory tone, you also took forever to confess to me”

He giggles at your sass and nuzzles his face into your neck

Seungkwan wants to do all the cliche things while dating 

Picnic dates, cheesy Valentine’s Day gifts, rose petal decorations on anniversaries 

He loves to spoil you

But he also loves to be spoiled

Like absolutely loves it

Anytime you get him a gift, he fawns over it for a week straight

When you send him sweet texts, he’ll squeal about it and show everyone nearby

He acts like he hates it, but he loves when you just sit across from him and shower him with compliments

His face will turn bright red, and he’ll try to hide his expression by pushing his head under your chin, but he really does love it

When you’re dating Seungkwan, you’ll see a side of him no one else does

He’ll be very vulnerable with you

You spend many evenings holding Seungkwan in your arms as he lays his head on your chest and vents out all his problems

Literally lives for the feeling of you running your fingers through his hair

Tries out new joke material on you

But he makes you laugh whether his jokes are bad or not so it’s not actually an accurate test

You two have really cutesy shows of affection

Brushing each other’s hair out of the way, wiping food off each other’s faces, linking arms, ruffling each other’s hair

There’s an element to your relationship that’s very innocent because your love for each other is so pure

And you always want what’s best for each other and you’ll do anything to support each other through everything

The rest of the boys are suffering bc it’s always you and Seungkwan against everyone and together you’re an unstoppable chaotic force

And Seungkwan makes sure that your relationship with the other boys doesn’t change just bc y’all are dating now

He doesn’t want you to think he’ll get jealous or like he’ll change anything

But that means he still has to mediate arguments between you and Mingyu

“Y’know [Y/N], you can’t really be angry with Mingyu, he’s the reason we finally started dating”

“Who’s side are you on Kwannie???”

It also means the other boys still get to tease you two about your relationship 

But it doesn’t matter bc the two of you are just blissfully in love

Nothing can put a damper on that

[kyber-crystal]

➳ pickup lines || s.w.

summary: you’re oblivious to the fact that sam, your best friend is hopelessly in love with you. and it kills him inside because he’s been dropping hints for as long as he can remember. 

warnings: none, just fluff and a cliche best friends to lovers trope :) 

words: almost 2k

a/n: for @marvelsswansong​ ‘s late birthday present! sorry this was so late and that it’s so bad RIP i tried to write it in one go...anyway our boy sam deserves some more recognition sksksk

“Guess what this shirt is made of?” Sam smirked as he pointed at himself. “Boyfriend material.”

You rolled your eyes, suppressing a chuckle. “Oh, stop it.”

He slid into the seat next to you at the kitchen counter, swiping the spare muffin from your plate. “Y’know what’s on the menu today? Me-n-u.”

You just shook your head, spreading jam across your toast before biting into it. “Wow.”

“They say Disneyland is the happiest place on earth,” he cleared his throat, “well, apparently, nobody has ever been standing next to you. You are absolutely breathtaking.”

“I look gross,” you argued as you tried to hide your face with one hand, “I got three hours of sleep after helping Bruce in the labs and I’m a mess.”

“Don’t be silly, Y/N. You always look beautiful. Especially to me.”

Even if he was joking, you couldn’t help but feel the butterflies in your stomach at his comment.

“Oh my god, will you shut UP,” Bucky groaned. “You’re cheesy as fuck, Wilson.”

“You’re just jealous because nobody likes you,” Sam retorted. 

“Ooh, shots fired,” you whispered, cupping your hands around your mouth, “need some ice for that burn, Barnes?”

“He isn’t wrong, though,” Wanda shrugged, pouring herself a mug of coffee, “the chemistry is evident here. I’m surprised you haven’t gotten together yet.”

You let out a long sigh and went back to focusing on finishing your meal, not noticing the several glances Sam stole out of the corner of his eye at you.

...

“Y/N. “

“Natasha,” you replied without breaking your concentration on murdering the punching bag in front of yourself. 

“Girl, how long are you going to keep this act up for?”

You dropped your fists by your side, sighing. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“I think you do.”

“No, I don’t.”

“You and Wilson.”

“What about it?” you questioned as you began unwrapping the tape from your hands. She handed you your water bottle and you took a long sip, “We’re best friends. I don’t see anything special about that.”

“Best friends or not, he clearly likes you. I’m not gonna sugarcoat this: you’ve been the most oblivious idiot ever. If what he’s doing isn’t obvious enough, then I don’t know what is.”

“He does not. Sam’s just being Sam. That’s who he is. It’s in his nature to joke around.”

“Does he use pickup lines on me in every other sentence he speaks? No. Does he do that to Bucky? Never-”

“Because him and Bucky are rivals, and you guys are just f...”

“Just friends! Babe, you proved my point.”

“Oh, shut up...”

“If you don’t take matters into your own hands, then I will. You keep turning the poor man down and you don’t even know it. Tragic.”

“Natasha, I do not like any-” The redhead gave you her signature ‘look’, crossing her arms over your chest. Your shoulders sagged in defeat. “Fine. I don’t know. I guess I’m scared.”

“What reason do you have to be scared? You’ve gotten shot, you’ve led countless teams into battle before, you’ve taken out aliens with the power of your fists alone. Hell, we survived the Red Room together, and you’re afraid of catching feelings?”

“What if I embarrass myself by telling him?”

“Are you nuts? He’d be over the moon if you did so much as react to what he said. Poor guy’s feeling discouraged by your poker face. Give him a chance. He’s your best friend, you don’t wanna ruin the relationship you have together.”

“Fiiiiiine.” You whined and tossed your sweaty towel at her. “Now leave me alone so I can go take a shower.”

She laughed and tossed it back. “Alright. Tell me when you’re officially dating!”

“I hate you!”

“Love you too, babe!” she called out after you as you left the facility.

...

“SAM!” you yelled from the bathroom “Get your ass over here!”

“Am I in trouble?” he asked innocently as he peeked his head through your doorway. “You need something?”

“I forgot to bring a shirt with me. Can you get mine from the laundry? The black one?”

“Yeah, of course.” You heard him shuffling around before falling silent, then there was a knock on your door. “Here. Take this.”

“Thanks,” you nodded before taking the shirt and closing the door behind you. 

You looked down and let out a groan when you realized he’d mixed up the shirts and given you his instead - a V-neck you’d seen him wear plenty of times when you, him, and Steve went on morning runs together. It was ridiculously tight on him and you absolutely hated it because you couldn’t help but stare. But you didn’t like him. Definitely not.

Right?

Right.

You trudged down the hall to the kitchen, walking into to see Bucky’s and Sam’s awaiting smirks.

Crossing your arms, you raised an eyebrow at him, “Samuel, where is my shirt?”

“Dunno,” he feigned innocence, “I got mixed up.”

“Okay.”

“I’m no photographer, but I can picture you and me together,” he sent you a finger gun and a flirty wink. 

You rolled your eyes for what felt like the millionth time that day. “You’re such a sap.”

“Y/N! Hi!” Peter dropped his backpack and rushed forward, tackling you into a big hug. 

You stumbled backwards in surprise but quickly returned the gesture, ruffling his hair playfully. “Hey, kid. How was school?”

He made a face. “Sucked. I actually need your help with an assignment. I’m supposed to interview three role models in my life about stuff and Mr. Stark is in the middle of a conference call right now so...yeah.”

“Oh!” Your eyes widened in pleasant surprise. “Me? I’m not special-”

“If you weren’t special then Ned wouldn’t constantly fangirl over you to me. He always asks me if it’s true you can shoot lasers out of your eyes and hands.”

You chuckled. “I feel honored. Count me in, Queens.”

The two of you headed off to the labs together, and as soon as you left, Sam let out a loud groan, his face falling into his hands. “She doesn’t get it. I keep throwing hints her way but she doesn’t get it at all. I don’t understand. What exactly am I doing wrong?”

“Y/N isn’t an openly affectionate person. She rarely ever tells people how she feels. She usually conveys her emotions through killing her enemies and channeling all her energy into punching bags,” Bucky replied simply. “And the occasional Mario Kart deathmatch. She’s not very easy to read.”

“Even I had a hard time getting to her,” Wanda admitted. “She’s very...private. Prefers to keep her feelings to herself.”

“Does she even have any sort of clue?” Sam looked over at the young woman with a desperate look in his eyes. “Otherwise I’ve been humiliating myself all this time, for nothing.”

“She likes you, but she’s too afraid to admit it,” Steve suddenly spoke up. All heads turned in his direction. “It’s a thing I picked up from my ma when I was young. I can read into body language. And hers, well...she likes you, Sam. She’s just very subtle about it.”

Hope glimmered in his eyes. “She does? So she doesn’t mind my pickup lines?”

The super-soldier laughed. “As terrible as some of them may be, yeah, she doesn’t. I’ve seen her walk away flustered many times.”

“What do I do now?”

“You’re gonna win her over, once and for all,” Natasha declared. “And we’re making sure of that.”

...

“Y/N.”

“Pete.” You glanced over at the teenager, who had stopped furiously scribbling notes down in his notebook, “what’s up?”

“What’s up is you and Sam.”

“What about us?” You quirked an eyebrow. “I genuinely have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Sure you don’t.” The boy wrinkled his nose, “I know he likes you, and you like him. So why do you keep pushing him away?”

“Peter-”

“Y/N, I’ve known about this since we first met. So why haven’t you made a move yet?”

“I don’t know.”

“He’s trying his hardest to win you over and you’re refusing to budge! I bet he feels so bad about it.”

“Oh, God, I know...” you rubbed your forehead and let out a long sigh, “I just don’t know how to react.”

“Send a pickup line right back at him! He loves pickup lines, so gauge his reaction on that!”

“Alright...”

"Back to Chemistry! Which you two clearly already have...”

“Queens!”

“Okay, okay!” You both burst into laughter. “Okay!”

The team had all agreed on an outdoor barbecue, so you all gathered outside on the massive rooftop of the compound to eat dinner. Tony, Thor, Steve, and Rhodey were busy flipping the meat, Wanda and Pepper were setting up the refreshments, while the others were lounging around and casually conversing with one another. 

You noticed Sam standing alone by the edge, hands stuffed in his pockets as he stared out ahead at the horizon. He seemed to be deep in thought, but as soon as he turned around and saw you approaching him, his face lit up with a grin that the others knew he only had when you were around. 

“Hey,” you offered him a small smile. You felt your heart skip a beat as you locked eyes - the early evening glow only made him look better than he already was. “Penny for your thoughts, Wilson?”

“Are you a magician? ‘Cause when I look at you, everyone else disappears,” he stated.

“Are you a parking ticket? Because you’ve got ‘fine’ written all over you,” you replied smoothly, taking him by surprise. This was a first --

“Am I dreaming, or did Y/N just send me back a cheesy pickup line?”

“I did,” you laughed lightly, breaking into what he thought was the most beautiful sight on earth - a million-dollar smile. He’d never forget it. “How’s your week been?”

“Uneventful. You?”

Your face fell momentarily, and he felt his heart drop at the same time. “Could’ve been better.”

“You wanna talk about it?”

You took in a deep breath before responding. “Fury’s got me leading Team Alpha in a recon down south in the Outer Banks. Then as soon as I get back, I’m called to represent the team at a press conference about disaster relief. After that I’m stuck filing reports for a solid six hours and I end up only eating one meal that day. So yeah...it’s been pretty rough.”

“Did you make up for all that lost sleep, though?”

“A little. Compared to my typical three hours, I’d say 5 is a good enough improvement.”

“Progress is what matters. And you did that,” he nodded. “Look, if you ever need someone to talk to...you know I’m always here, right?”

“Definitely. That doesn’t eliminate our weekly Mario Kart competitions with Bucky, right?”

“Of course not.”

“Good.”

You stood there in silence for who knows how long, until he spoke up again.

“Did you know that when you smile, you can’t breathe?”

“Really?” You looked straight at him and gave him the brightest smile your face could produce. 

“I’m kidding. I just wanted to see you smile.”

At that moment, all the Avengers immediately stopped what they were doing and froze on the spot. 

“I think you broke her,” Peter whispered as he poked you in the shoulder multiple times, and you didn’t move. “That was smoother than butter.”

Your mouth opened and closed like a fish but no words came out, face burning with heat - the butterflies in your stomach had turned to hummingbirds. Since when did he make you feel this way?

“Yup,” Bucky coughed, “she’s definitely in love with him.”

"I’m not in love with him, I love him. I have for a while,” you muttered so quietly that he almost didn’t catch what you said. 

Now, it was Sam’s turn to be left speechless.

[summonerscenarios]

The Oni characters reacting to MC putting the moves on them and telling them "Yunno you're the ONI one for me baby!" Keep being awesome Juno!

AASDFGHJKKJH Anon this is singlehandedly the best pickup line I have ever heard and this was just too good to pass up. Tho i did struggle actually finding out which characters were oni and which ones weren’t lmao

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Takemaru

When you try to flirt with Takemaru he often thinks that you’re just trying to tease him - more than once you’ve slid in a flirtatious comment into the conversation just to watch him get flustered and warn you to not be so brazen teasing your elders like that. That does little to stop you, however, so once you thought up this absolutely perfect line you knew just who you were going to use it on. Takemaru has no clue what you’ve got planned when you sidle up beside him, conversing like nothing’s wrong until you find a moment in the conversation that’s just right to slip in your flirty comment.

Takemaru turns his head to stare at you as soon as the words leave your mouth. He’s so floored by your words that he reacts without thinking. He bursts into laughter, bringing a hand up to his face and shaking his head; he’s laughing so hard that he’s leaning over the table he was working at, gripping the edge with his free hand to keep himself upright. His laughter is contagious, and you’re giggling too, playfully whining that ‘come on, it wasn’t that bad!’. When he’s calmed down enough to get a word in he waves a hand in your direction, commenting that he just can’t take you seriously after you just said that, and you’re so amused by the situation that you can’t even be mad that the flirty comment fell flat on its face. Or so you assume, as once he’s fully recovered, Tak brings a hand to ruffle your hair, saying that even if it was cheesy it definitely hit it’s mark - just next time maybe go with something a bit more serious.

Oniwaka

Honestly, using this line on Oniwaka is a double whammy - not only is it a prime flirty remark, but it’s also a cute play on his name. So when you first come up with it, it’s too good of an opportunity to pass up on and not use it on him; the only questions were when, and where you were gonna try it out. It doesn’t take much to find him, especially because you see him so often, and you spot him with his back turned to you, focusing on something else. Seeing this as a prime opportunity you run up to him, using the momentum to slide across the floor the rest of the way and slam into the wall right next to him (granted your hands hurt like hell afterwards but it was worth it). Oniwaka jolts, snapping his head to face you and seems to relax once he realizes that it’s you; seeing him relax you decide now’s a good of a time as any to try out your newest flirting tactic. 

Oniwaka blanks once the words leave your mouth, once it clicks that you’ve just flirted with him you finally get a proper answer. He groans making a halfhearted comment about that line being such a cliche, but even you can see that his cheeks are turning a dusty pink color the longer that you grin at him, shuffling closer as you attempt to get him to admit that it was a good one. 

Suzuka

Flirting with Suzuka and not being threatened or scared off immediately in some way is a small miracle in itself. Unless you mean it you better not try and play any flirting games with her because she will shut that shit down fast; with that being said, however, you’re a notable exception, as most of your flirtatious encounters end in either a deep sigh or her snapping some kind of retort back at you. You don’t push your luck though, and save it for when you’re seriously putting on the moves on her. When you suddenly slide into the guild one day, yelling her name loud enough to turn a couple of heads she whips around to face you, watching in confusion as you steady yourself, take a deep breath and declare "Yunno you're the ONI one for me, baby!", in front of the entire room. The expression on her face is priceless - dumbfounded, then realization as her face blossoms a deep shade of red all the way down to her neck - but then she looks furious, and you’re suddenly realizing that maybe you should have done this in private.

What breaks the standstill is when you wink at her for good measure, then proceed to book it for your life right back out of the room, and all hell breaks loose. The next second she’s taking off after you, more embarrassed about you yelling your declaration out in public than she is about the corny line, and you can hear her shouting for you to stop running. She just wants to talk. If you’d stopped, you’d find that she wasn’t actually gonna kill you - granted you’d get lectured within an inch of your life - but for a girl known for her temper and fiery spirit, in that moment you’re 100% convinced that she’s going to give your torso some new holes if she catches you.

Toji

Toji attempts to remain stone faced when presented with your flirting. He can feel something’s up when, while spending time with you in your dorm room, you shuffle across the bed towards him, only pausing once you’re right at his side, laying stomach down on your bed with your chin propped up by your fists as you grin up at him. He stares at you from the corner of his eye for a moment, but he knows that you’re waiting for him to cave and speak first. Toji eventually looks away from his textbook and down at you, one eyebrow raised as he asks you what’s got you looking so smug now. With that as your cue you wave nonchalantly and tell him that you were just thinking, not going any further until he plays along and asks what you’re thinking about. It takes little more than that for you to tell him. “Oh, it’s just, y’know you're the oni one for me baby~!”

What follows next is Toji making a choked sound in response, then suddenly there’s a pillow sailing in your direction which has you dropping face down on the bed to narrowly avoid. You jolt back up with a ‘Hey! I thought that was a good one!’ He shoots back asking if you’re serious - did you really just say that?! With no hesitation whatsoever?! His reactions never fail to get a laugh out of you, and you’re biting back a smile as you try to coax him to admit that c’mon, it was pretty good - he closes his eyes, brows furrowed, before he releases a deep breath and, somewhat reluctantly, admits that it was certainly one of your more creative comments. He regrets it almost immediately when you shuffle right back over to his side, telling him that if he thought that was good, just wait till he hears the others you’ve thought up! You’ve got a whole bunch you’ve been just dying to tell him. Needless to say that textbook he’s reading is put on the backburner after that point.

Shuten

Getting a moment alone with Shuten is an occurrence that’s few and far between - a lot of his time is spent with his club members (namely Ibaraki) . Unless you ask him outright to have a moment alone. So it’s by a stroke of chance that right after club activities the two of you are the only ones in the changing rooms, already finished getting changed back into your uniforms and taking a moment to idle in the room before heading out and going your separate ways. You’d been mulling the line over in your head for a while, looking between your hands and Shuten and rolling the idea of saying it out loud in your head. There’s a pause for a second, then two, the three - then you just let it slip out, riding the rush of outwardly flirting with the baseball captain to get the words out there. It doesn’t get the reaction that you expect.

Shuten gives you a surprised look, head tilting slightly to the side and asking you to repeat what you just said. It’s a little bit embarrassing saying it the second time, the rush from blurting it out the first time wearing off a little now that you’re consciously aware that he’s paying attention to what you’re saying. When you say it this time he actually chuckles, saying “you know, that was pretty good” and immediately washing any nervousness you have right off of your shoulders. Emboldened, you shuffle across the bench to get closer, joking about how you’ve got a couple more up your sleeves that you’re sure he’s gonna like. In response, Shuten turns his attention to you fully and gives you an indication that he’ll listen to you - you’re pretty sure that he hasn’t clocked on to the fact that those flirting attempts are aimed directly at him, but it’s honestly a better reaction than what you’d initially expected.

Ibaraki

You often go to visit Ibaraki once the after school events have finished, since it’s the best chance of running into him if you’re not willing to go barreling into Kabukicho all the time just to see him. Since the game’s only just started wrapping up when you arrive, you spend a little while watching the team as they practice and go through some basic sports exercises before finally calling it a day. You catch Ibaraki as he jogs over to his gear, fishing around for something before pulling out something to drink to wash off the after training fatigue. He notices you and offers you a chill greeting, shrugging off his jacket and bringing his drink up to his lips to chug down at least half of the bottle - there’s a few seconds where you pause, but you’ve been thinking about this line all day that waiting is nearly impossible. So you blurt it out right away.

Waiting for him to finish his drink probably would have been a smarter idea, because as soon as Ibaraki hears what you just said to him he does a spit take and proceeds to choke on his drink so badly that you end up spending the next few minutes awkwardly patting his back while he coughs and sputters. By the time that he’s able to breathe normally again he looks up at you and rasps out a ‘What?! Did’ja not wanna wait till I was finished to spring that one me?!’ while wiping away the leftover drops of drink from his chin with the back of his hand. You feel kind of bad for making him choke, but the reaction was oh so worth it - you didn’t actually expect that kind of response out of him, and apparently neither did he as he tries to play it off, asking you how long it took you to think that one up this time while trying insistently to change the subject away from his reaction. Whether you actually let it slide or not is up to how hotheaded you want him to get.

[purgatoryandme]

ramble to me about something you’re enjoying lately, I just love hearing your thoughts

Aw, this ask is really sweet <3 I’ve been binge reading basically every cheesy isekai (falling into a different world) manhwa in existence these past few weeks in an attempt to rediscover everything I love about cliches (and everything I love about time travel...)! I feel like a lot of the new media I’ve been consuming tries too hard to avoid slowburn emotional tension and time travel is my favourite trope, so isekai????? Is excellent?????  I LOVE future knowledge scenarios because they’re just !!! so ripe with emotional conflict! You can totally change the story by having a SLIGHTLY different take on how your protagonist takes falling into a novel - do they try to stick to the story? Change their fate? Do they want to be completely uninvolved? Do they try to die and go home? Can they even remember the plot properly? Do they get characters mixed up? Was there a subplot they didn’t know about??? Will the novel mechanics prevent them from doing certain things???? Do any of the characters figure them out?????? The POTENTIAL.  The villainess plotlines really remind me of what’s lovable in shoujo - women with the power to drive their own stories, male leads with actual emotions, women being able to reject men without being ridiculed by the narrative or hated by the man, watching somebody crawl their way up from the bottom while dodging death in a way that’s FUN - it’s a blast! I love me a good female power fantasy, hahaha. Especially when it includes a lady being like :) annul our engagement, scum :). Also the art is usually a pretty big plus... Anyway, despite the plots getting played out within 100ish chapters, it’s been good inspo fuel for fresh takes on old tropes and amusing lampshading that is easy to digest. I really want to look at more webnovels and light reading to improve the accessibility of the things I write! Also, as much as I like my current projects, I really want to do some work with a more lighthearted romance eventually (I think Charybdis gets into this a bit, so maybe I can use this there) - everyone I know is trying to enter a serious relationship due to us being old and also pandemic fears, and it’s really brought to mind the fact that I think many young femme aligned people don’t get to experience the fun of flirtation without any concern of consequences or hurting people’s feelings, y’know? There’s such a strong social narrative of “making the right choices” about who you date to avoid pain or wasted time, and it’s really odd considering that dating in and of itself used to be pretty lighthearted until you decided to take things a step further. Online dating really seems to widen that gap (where people either aren’t serious at all or are looking for a life partner) and it’s really created an itch to make content wherein the characters are just !!! enjoying themselves without thinking too much about it while still being emotionally rich!  I tell my buddies that everyone deserves a “summer fling” and I want to encapsulate that feeling in something in a similar way to multi male lead shoujo stories, if that makes sense. I think I do my best writing with a base concept/lesson in mind, so hopefully this kickstarts more than just writing a few sentences here and there.  Signing off with this lovely novel art from Kill the Villainess:

[husbandomail]

Oh Okey. Well... can I ask Kishu relationship headcanons, please?

Being with Kish will be a little messy at first; given that most of his exposure to Earth culture was, y’know, while he was trying to kill people, he’s missed a lot of the smaller things about humanity. He’s very high-energy and curious, so you might have some trouble keeping up with him— he’s constantly drifting through your bedroom window early in the morning, pestering you to go somewhere new today.

He’s very much a tease, especially if you’re shy— at first he’d just grab your hand to pull you around places, but the fact that you squeak and go bright red when he touches you? Oh he needs that again. Constantly surprising you, picking you up in public or wrapping his arms around your waist, anything to get you flustered. He also learns a lot from media, so expect cheesy cliches like a random kabedon or, once it gets colder, he insists on the two of you sharing a big fluffy scarf.

Related— he is really big on physical affection. Despite all his teasing, he’s selfish and only wants to keep your cute expressions to himself, so he’ll never go too far in public— but in private? Has his hands all over you, is constantly swooping in for kisses, always wants to lay his head in your lap no matter what you’re doing. It does partially stem from insecurity— he’s well aware that you’re human and he’s not, and he doesn’t exactly have the best reputation with the people of Earth. He’s half afraid that you’ll change your mind about him one day, so he wants to enjoy you while he has you.

[sunsetinmyvein]

CLOSED (for now)

All right, all right, ALL RIGHT. PEOPLE. For the first time, I am taking requestsssss (so, let’s see if this goes well or not lol). @aphxsia‘s taking requests, @dot-writes is taking requests, everyone is taking them and I just felt a tad left out, y’know? I’ve chopped up a bunch of other prompt lists to throw together this lovely prompt list below at the suggestion of Dot. My general idea is: send me a character, and one prompt from the “dialogue” side as well as one prompt from the “context” side (or more if you have more that fit together in an idea, I suppose. But I need one of each to get a VibeTM) and Iiiiii’ll do my best to make it work within a character x OFC/Reader sorta thing. Oh, and send me an album era for added flair, if you’d like. Deets below the cut.

 I’ll write for:

-          The boys of Fall Out Boy

-          The boys of Panic! At the Disco (we’re talkin’ Ryan and Jon days)

-          The boys of The 1975

-          And, if you’re incredibly ambitious, also willing to give Alex Gaskarth of All Time Low a whirl

 Rules:

-          Can’t do smut (sorry, it’s just awkward and clunky for me to write and nobody wants that)

-          Won’t write characters under 18

-          Won’t write slash

-          I just kind of reserve the right to be like “I dunno what to do with this, sorry” (But I’ve curated this prompt list, so I should be okay lol)

-          I’ll get around to them when I get around to them - I’ll be writing them around The Radio Station being posted as well, so you won’t be starved for content.

  Dialogue:

·         “You’re not in love with them, are you?”

·         “I could literally strangle you right now and no one would stop me.”

·         “It’s not as bad as it looks.” - “You’re not very convincing.”

·         “You need to relax.” - “Relaxing is for the weak.”

·         “How long has it been since you’ve slept?” - “A week?”

·         “How the fuck are you still alive?” - “It’s a special talent of mine.”

·         “Can you please just listen to me for once?”

·         “I think this is a bad idea.” - “You think all of my plans are bad ideas.”

·         “You should really listen to me more.”

·         “Do I even want to know?”

·         “You have the cutest smile I’ve ever seen.”

·         “Just take care of yourself, okay?”

·         “Please don’t use cheesy pickup lines on me.”

·         “I like it when you’re romantic.”

·         “I’m going to be pissed if we get murdered.”

·         “How could I resist?”

·         “I’m sorry, I don’t speak dumbass.” - “Real mature.”

·         “You’re worth every scratch.”

·         “I could name about 110 things I love about you.” - “That’s oddly specific.”

·         “We can raise hell together.”

·         “Partners?”

·         “Don’t get too cocky now.”

·         “Fuck me.” - “Really?” - “No.”

·         “I can’t tell if you’re being sarcastic.”

·         “Do you trust me?” - “Should I?”

·         “Do you have any idea on how frustrating you can really be?”

·         “I really, really want to kiss you right now.”

·         “I think we got off on the wrong foot.” - “You think so?”

·         “I don’t think that cancels out.” - “It does in my book.”

·         “You’re being dramatic.” - “I’m not being shit!”

·         “Take a break.” - “I don’t need it.” - “You look like a fucking zombie.”

·         “Then we’ll leave. Just you and me.”

·         “Do you need help? - “No… yes.”

·         “I hate you.” - “I love you too.”

·         “You have something in your hair, umm… Do you want me to get it out?”

·         “It’s nice that your voice was the first thing I heard today.”

·         “No, like…. It’s just, I can’t believe you’re actually wearing my clothes.”

·         “Would it be too cliche if we matched clothes a little?”

·         “My friends get so annoyed by how much I talk about how sometimes.”

·         “Wanna, like– I mean, if you’re not busy… We could get lunch? Or even just coffee if you don’t have a lot of time?”

·         “Quit smiling at me, I can’t stop messing up my sentences when you look at me like that.”

·         “What are you smiling about?”

·         “What’s in it for me?”

·         “Could you say that again?” “Were you not listening?” “No I was, I just like hearing your voice.”

·         “You’re an idiot.” “But you love me.”

·         “Is that my shirt?” “You mean our shirt?”

·         “You come here often?” “Well considering I work here, yes.”

·         “Are you blushing?”

·         “Your hair is really soft.”

·         “You’re really warm.”

·         “You owe me.” “Fine, whatever you like.”

·         “I love you.” “Tell me that when you’re sober.” 

·         “I wasn’t lying when I told you that I loved you.”

·         “It’s pouring rain why are you here?”

·         “Is that blood?” “Yes, but that doesn’t matter right now, what does matter is-” “You are literally bleeding.”

·         “Cheers, I’ll drink to that.” “You drink to everything.” “Cheers!”

·         “Why is there a deer in the room?” 

·         “Is that vodka? At 7 in the morning?”

·         “Wake me up when it’s over.” 

·         “Why is arson always your first answer?”

·         “Are you flirting with me?”

·         “Are they really ‘just a friend’?”

·         “Is there a reason you never say my first name?”

·         “Shh… listen… that’s the sound of me falling in love with you.”

·         “I have to tell you something really important and if I don’t tell you now, I won’t get the chance.”

·         “Whatever he’s saying, he’s lying!”

·         “I play a mean air guitar, if that’s what you’re asking.”

·         “I thought you knew?”

·         “We can, y’know, go together? If that’s a thing you’d like.”

 Context:

·         I remembered it was Valentine’s Day late on my way from work and the only place still open was McDonald’s, is bringing you a cheeseburger acceptable?

·         I accidentally punched you in the face when I was too overexcited about something

·         The library’s pretty empty save for you and me and, OH that couple making out loudly in the shelves somewhere

·         You’re overdue on this book and I want it so I’m tracking you the fuck down

·         You give me a different fake name every time you come into this coffee shop and I just want to know your real name because you’re cute but here I am scrawling “batman” onto your stupid cappuccino

·         We live in the same block of flats but haven’t ever talked and Sunday morning we were both doing the walk of shame and had to stand in the lift together

·         “My shower’s broken but I’ve got a date tonight could I possibly use your shower please?” “Oh sure (neighbour that I’ve been crushing on for the past six months) of course you can use my shower to get ready for your date (fuck fuck fuck)”

·         You’ve got a date tonight and you asked for advice on what to wear but I’m so in love with you and damn you look good in the outfit I picked out for you

·         It’s my high school reunion and I need a hot date so I can rub it in the faces of the people who hated me

·         There’s a person who won’t stop bugging me will you pretend to be my partner so that they’ll fuck off?

·         I wanted to go on the Ferris wheel but there has to be two people to a cart come on random person let’s go – oh, wait, are we stuck at the top? Fuck

·         It started to snow and I’m the only one of our friends who would go outside with you – I soon found out why none of the others would go out in the snow with you when you shoved a handful of snow down my back and declared snow war

·         It’s nowhere near Christmas it’s literally still November would you calm down about Christmas wait no why are you getting the tree out – no, stop, please stop

·         You were waving at your friend behind me but I got confused and waved back at you and now I’m dying of embarrassment but you think it’s cute

·         I’m a waiter at this wedding and you’re a drunk guest who will not stop hitting on me please I’m trying to work no I can’t dance with you omg let me find you some water

·         You’re pretending to be your friend’s lover for the sake of the friend’s family. But, I’m their sibling. And I know you’re not dating.

·         You had an assigned seat next to them at a wedding for a mutual friend.

·         You accidentally sprayed them with yogurt when you opened the lid the wrong way.

·         They mistook your bowling ball for theirs in the shared ball return.

·         They caught you when you slipped on ice and nearly fell over.

·         Accidentally stepping on their heel in a crowded room.

·         Tripping while getting into your seat in the theatre and spilling your popcorn on them.

·         Accidentally opening a door on their face.

·         They cover the small amount of change you are short on for a purchase.

·         They see your ice cream drop to the ground and buy you a new one.

·         You walk out of a dressing room asking if the outfit suits you, but it’s not your friend waiting outside the room like you thought.

·         Sharing an umbrella at a bus stop as it rains.

·         You help catch their dog when the leash slips from their hand.

·         Texting the incorrect number but continuing the conversation.

·         Getting paired up on an amusement park that requires even numbered riders.

·         A friend of a friend needs a place to crash because they got evicted

·         You’re so sunburnt you can’t even more, do you need help?

·         I admit that sleeping on the beach wasn’t the smartest idea but someone buried me in sand please help me

·         I met you last night when you were drunkenly patting my dog in my backyard at 3am and when I asked you what the hell you were doing, you slurred something about dogs being great and then you threw up on my feet. Fifteen minutes later you were passed out on my couch so that’s why you’re here right now. What the fuck is your name.

·         I always see you eat breakfast on the train and you always offer me some

·         I’m waiting for the train and the only open seat is on a bench next to you. Okay, sure, I’ll sit down next to the very cute person and I JUST SPILLED MY DRINK ALL OVER YOU I’M SO SORRY.

·         I don’t know you, but I fall asleep on the train every ride home and you always wake me up because we have the same stop, but we’ve never actually talked. Then one day you’re the one falling asleep and I got so excited for my comeuppance I made us get off at the wrong stop.

·         My cat steals underwear and I come home to find you chasing my cat to get your underwear back.

·         We’re always making stupid bets like ‘bet you can’t drink this whole bottle of BBQ sauce’ but then you did and now you’re sick and I feel really bad. Let me look after you

·         Did you actually just blue shell me on our date you fucker

·         I beat you at Mario Kart and now I’ve been banished to the couch for the night

·         I’m calling to cancel our date because I’m actually in the ER right now, sorry. I mean… sure? I guess you can come down here but- okay…

·         I asked a staff member and they said you’ve been coming to the pound every day to play with the dog I’m taking home today and that’s why you’re getting weirdly emotional

·         It’s my turn to open up the café today and you were sleeping under one of the tables when I came in, and I don’t know what to say so I’m just awkwardly sweeping around you

·         I’m drunk on public transport and you’re high and we both keep looking at each other knowingly.

·         You’re mowing your lawn at 5am and that is completely unacceptable and I’m going over to your house to yell at you about how unacceptable that is.

·         It’s like 3am and my roommate locked me out of the house and I forgot my keys and I’m really drunk and please take pity on me and let me crash at your place for the night o’neighbour of mine

·         We decided it would be fun to go camping and now it’s raining and we can’t figure out how to set up the tent.

·         I know it’s probably poor taste to ask you out during your relative’s funeral but I don’t know if I’ll ever see you again, so…

·         It’s raining. I’m walking home in this downpour and have no umbrella. I’ve taken shelter on a random porch in the hopes that the rain will let up, but the door behind me had just opened

·         You’ve got a big, lush pool and I overheard you say you were going out of town, so I snuck over to use it but you came home early

·         You’re having a BBQ in your backyard and it smelled really good so I crashed the party

·         Not trying to make a scene here, but you took the last pool floatie and I want it

·         This is a big beach, why do you have to build that sandcastle right next to me?

·         You tried to grab the exact Halloween costume I want and it’s the last one and I want it.

·         I pranked the wrong person on accident, I’m so sorry I thought this was my friend’s car.

·         We just wanted to do one of these awful, fake ghost hunting shows but now shit is happening and we don’t know what to do.

·         I tried to take a shortcut and ended up stuck in this damn fence and you just happen to pass by and after poking fun at me for a million years you finally help me.

·         Two strangers locked inside the store at 3am together.

·         I accidentally broke your nose in a moshpit, sorry.

·         You’re the bastard who keeps parking in my spot so I retaliated by keying your car and you caught me

·         This is a long plane ride. You’re stuck next to me, and apparently afraid of flying.

[bobbymckenzie]

If you’re doing a slowburn Bobby route, do you think the speech he held for Mc on day 22 would’ve been different? By that I mean would he have mentioned them not getting together until now and him liking for so long, something like that?

oh yeah definitely!!! i think he’d spend more time talking about how lucky he was to catch her eye, and how long he’d been wanting to be with her. i actually got my friends to send me screenshots of the speech at the recoupling so i could try to rewrite it!

[disclaimer, im rewriting the whole thing bc it’s so bland if ur on a slowburn route. bobby should’ve given mc more than that !!! also thank you @nuggobby​ love u queen ur the absolute best!]

[as always, using my mc sabrina] [roughly 1k words]

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His phone pinged, finally, but it wasn’t like he didn’t know he was up next. He was the last guy to recouple. And he was losing it.

“Looks like I’m going last, guys,” he chuckled nervously, garnering a few scattered laughs, but he could tell no one’s heart was in it.

Everyone, him included, were on the edge of their seats. He took a deep, but shaky breath to steady himself, eyes closed. He exhaled, opening his eyes, a resolve that surprised him burning in his chest, igniting as soon as he locked eyes with Sabrina. 

“This... is honestly one of the easiest decisions I’ve made since I’ve been in the Villa. I think any time I’m with her things get a lot easier for me,” he said, mirroring the soft smile that slowly lit up her face. “I can definitely laugh easier, since she can go toe to toe with my banter, which is hard to do.” A few people laughed, the atmosphere lightening, despite the heavy decision he had to make.

“I...” he trailed off, still staring at her –– only her. Everything he was saying was for her ears only and the rest of the islanders were just lucky spectators. “I’ve got to be honest, it’s hard for me to even tell you how I feel about her, because I’m losing my train of thought just looking at her. I mean, she’s beautiful!”

She pouted and mouthed “awe” at him, making a heart shape with her hands.

“I spent a lot of time wishing I was with her, and that we’d have a chance to try this thing out properly. And now that I’m here, right now, doing it... it doesn’t feel real?” He blew air out of his cheeks, running a hand over his locs.

“I’m kind of bricking it because it’s like my brain is convincing me this is just a dream, and that I’ll wake up any second now. Somebody wanna pinch me?” He joked, before making a spectacle of pinching himself on the ass and making a face.

Sabrina cackled from across the fire pit, clapping with glee at his stupid joke. It gave him the last push he needed to cross the finish line.

“Y’know, I love being her friend but... I think I’ll love being able to kiss her and hold her even more, if she’ll let me,” he watched her expression, searching her face for the consent he desperately wanted.

Despite his chat with her, and the rumors floating around the villa that got back to him about Sabrina wanting to couple up with him, he still couldn’t believe it – not that he didn’t want to, but he couldn’t believe his dream girl reciprocated his affections. He was used to pining and being let down easily, not actually getting the girl.

She rolled her lips, trying to hold back a smile. She gave a soft nod, a moment shared between them that belonged to no one else. Nothing stood in their way – except for Bobby’s ramblings.

Before he realized what he was doing, his legs were moving, and he was jogging across the fire pit to where she stood on the lawn. He held his hand out, a silent plead for her to go along with his bit (she grabbed it eagerly, hand fitting into his like a perfect match), before dropping down to one knee.

The girls gasped, and he could hear Gary teasing him from afar, but he couldn’t focus on anything but the goofy grin on her face.

He knew the camera crew was eating it up, but he didn’t do it for publicity. He wanted to remember that moment forever, and he couldn’t do it from standing across the fire pit. He cursed himself internally for already being clingy, but he couldn’t help it. He was enamored with everything about her. And he’d waited long enough to be hers.

“I heard a guy in Casa Amor did this and it didn’t work, so I’m holding out hope that you’ll let me down easy if it’s too cheesy – ha! that rhymed,” he laughed, squeezing her hand.

She gripped back, and used her free hand to pinch his cheek between her thumb and pointer finger. “You’re so cute,” she mouthed.

“Will you couple up with me, the class clown of the villa? I promise I’ll try my hardest to make you laugh every day, no matter how embarrassing it –”

Wordlessly, she yanked his arm up, forcing him to his feet, and wrapped her other arm around his neck, pulling him into a searing kiss – their first.

She tasted better than he ever could’ve predicted. Her lips were softer than in the kiss he’d daydreamed about. It was like kissing a cloud. A marshmallow. A flaky pastry, even. And she smelled just as good.

Just as he parted his lips, nearly forgetting the world around him, she pulled back, pressing her forehead against his.

“You’re my clown, now,” she giggled, breathless, pecking his lips again before stepping back, hands still intertwined.

It was a cliche moment for cheering, but the Villa had already erupted into a chorus of whoops and claps, their excitement reverberating throughout the night. Everyone in the villa loved Bobby and Sabrina for the same reasons, and had been secretly rooting for them, a fact that they didn’t know til it was nearly too late. A phone pinged, cutting through their excitement.

Gary picked up the phone next to him and read it, his guffaw cutting through the silence. “You know you have to do it the proper way now, mate? We have to reset because you did it wrong,” Gary said, grinning, waving his phone. “You got a warning.”

“Well damn, I guess I messed that up,” he laughed, rubbing his thumb across her hand.

“No, that was perfect,” she leaned in to give him a soft peck. “The kiss, the speech, you... I’m so glad you picked me, Bobby.”

“You gonna pick me again?” She teased, tapping his nose with the pad of her finger.

“If I could choose any day of my life so far for my own Groundhog Day movie, it’d be today, no contest. I’d choose you every time,” he said, lip quirked up at the side, in a shy half smile that made her heart flutter.

And it was even better hearing him say how he much he wanted her the second time around.

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