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[colossrat]

Marvel "cast" a something pt 2

flash: the villain is very strong and we don't have the physical strength to face him, we need magic, but all the normally requested magic users are incapacitated!

hal: hey, cap! You have magic, don't you? Can't you do a spell that immobilizes the villain, or weakens him so we can beat him?

marvel: aaaah, uh. sure.

marvel points a finger at the villain and stands still for a while, thinking.

marvel: I don't really know what to do, what kind of spell do I cast?

flash: I don't know, man! You are the magic guy here! just do something! conjure a magic sledgehammer, a crowbar, an anvil that will fall on his head, a big piano!! anything!

Hal: it could even be anemia, damn it!

Marvel: oh, I've had it once, it's really bad, we get really weak. OK!

Marvel redoes his wizard pose, a dark look on his face. the environment becomes cold, clouds begin to accumulate in the sky and strong winds hit the heroes.

Marvel: I CAST LACK OF VITAMIN B12 IN YOUR BLOOD

and the villain drops to the ground, pale, weak, unable to lift even a finger, he looks so tired, exhausted, lame, he has such a low immoral lack of vitamin in his blood right now

Flash: DUDE DID YOU ACTUALLY CAST ANEMIA ON HIM??! IS THIS POSSIBLE?

Hal wheezing: MAN. COULD YOU ALWAYS DO THESE THINGS? IS IT THAT EASY?!

Later, Batman will begin to shake with anxiety as he updates the captain's contingency file after reading reports of today's fight.

information… -apparently he can conjure any illness with just words.

Batman: …

Batman: does that include terminal illnesses…?

preventive measures to be taken… -discover a cure for cancer, preferably an instant cure. -create a utility belt with all the cures for all the diseases in the world.

Batman just sighs, fucking magic

pt 1 ?

[plethorawrites]

How long does it take them to get engaged and married???

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Bruce: Long time to get engaged, long time to get married. He's traditional, to an extent. And wanted to do things right. He takes a respectable amount of time to court you, publicly. To make sure his kids approve. To make sure your family approves. Hell, to make sure you approve. And then, it takes forever to plan the wedding. It has to be elaborate, an event the entire city gathers for since it will be on every magazine and news channel. But once it is happening, it's perfect. Of course.

Jason: Long time to get engaged, quick to get married. He's hesitant to even start dating and doubts anyone would ever put up with him long enough to want to live together, let alone marry him. But things, somehow, manage to go well and even though your relationship moves at a much much slower pace than other couples, once he knows for sure he wants to get married, he wants it to happen without any waiting. It's an elopement, obviously. If anyone, he'd reluctantly have his brother's and dad there with Alfred to officiate. The man can do anything.

Tim: Quick to get engaged, long time to get married. He's always had good instincts and knows immediately when you trust his gut. It had never told him that he'd found someone to spend forever with, but when it did, he knew it wasn't lying. He trusted himself. And he trusted you, too. Enough to propose right before or shortly after one year. That said, you don't need to rush into anything and don't start planning the wedding for another two or three years.

Dick: Long time to get engaged, quick to get married. He has bad luck in love, always falling hard and fast in a way that never lasts. So this time, he waits. A while. For an impatient man who's always moving, that's tough. But he manages. And once he knows for sure that your relationship is stable, he wants to be married as soon as possible. A decently large wedding, too. So he can show you off properly.

Damian: Quick to get engaged, quick to get married. He's always upfront about what he wants so it's understandable that he knew immediately he wanted to marry you. You weren't just a suitable match, you were perfect. Challenged him, supported him, knew him in every way. He proposes within six months, even though his whole family said not to. And you, not to his surprise, accept. His family tells him to wait to get married but you don't. The wedding, while extravagant, is quickly planned within the next three months after that. Few thought it would last given the lack of actual time during the relationship. But somehow, it does.

[colossrat]

Marvel "cast" a something pt 1

Flash: hey, buddy, Cap? I'm putting together an rpg group, do you want to join?

Marvel: oh, I would love to, Flash. But I've been banned from playing RPGs since the last campaign I participated in.

Flash: what?? why?!

Marvel: oh, the last time I played, I was a mage, right? However, when I said "I cast blood moon eclipse" to take away the power of the sun elves, I accidentally ACTUALLY cast a spell that brought a red eclipse here on ear---

Superman: THAT WAS YOU?!

Marvel: aaaaahm... I need to go. bu-bye flash.

Superman: I FELL IN THE MIDDLE OF THE ATLANTIC OCEAN AT EIGHT IN THE MORNING AT MORE THAN 100 KILOMETERS AN HOUR BECAUSE MY POWERS DISAPPEARED OUT OF NOWHERE--- MARVEL COME BACK HERE, I'M GOING TO REPORT THIS TO BATMAN!! I GOT LATE TO A-- MARVEL!

pt 2 ?

[maxriss]

꒰ 📸 ꒱ BOYFRIEND LANDO NORRIS — ln4 headcanons

Lando Norris x reader / est. relationship / library

Boyfriend!lando who always needs to touch you—while driving his palm rests on your thigh; while walking, his hand is around your waist or on the small of your back, and your palm is clasped within his fingers, which he weaves in, occasionally bringing the intertwined fingers to his lips for a kiss.

Boyfriend!lando who tries to play it nonchalantly when asked about you and his love for you. Gets all giggly at the mention of your name. The blushed-out smile on his face is enough for his friends to pick on him.

Boyfriend!lando who would leave kinder maxis for you throughout the house — even your underwear drawer. Finding a kinder bueno stuck to a Polaroid of the both of you the night earlier in Ibiza with a note “miss you already.”

Boyfriend!lando who takes millions of pictures of you. He has his Polaroid cameras and disposables filled with pictures of you and him — pictures of you mid-bite eating your favourite spring roll, a picture of Lando and you wearing karting helmets, some blurry (because you’re laughing too hard) and some pictures of simply existing.

Boyfriend!lando who loves to play on the Xbox with you. He probably makes you okay with the latest releases of all the games he gets early access to off-camera.

Boyfriend!lando who obsesses over you if you ever wear his number — 4 — on a cap, or a hoodie or a tee. Probably will not shut up about it and take a million pictures. “You’re my good luck charm now, sorry, you have to wear this forever.”

Boyfriend!lando who loves lazy mornings with you— his arm draped over your waist, his face buried in your neck, mumbling “five more minutes” even though he knows you both have to get up.

Boyfriend!lando who sends you ugly selfies while he’s away, just so you don’t miss him too much. Sometimes, they’re just zoomed-in pictures of his forehead.

Boyfriend!lando who loves whispering dirty things in your ears whenever he is in a mood™️ (which is always) “do you not wanna tie a bow around my di—”

Boyfriend!lando who kisses your temple a lot. When he comes home when you’re curled up on the couch, when you’re mid-sentence—just because.

Boyfriend!lando who when he’s exhausted from racing, just collapses onto you. Like full weight, arms wrapped around you, head buried in your chest. “Don’t let me move ever again.”

Boyfriend!lando who is the totally the type to wiggle his fingers looking for your hand to hold onto while he walks in front of you.

Boyfriend!lando who always makes you sit in his sim seat and pretends to be offended when you spin out. “And you call yourself my girlfriend?”

Boyfriend!lando who eyes the rings at every jewellery store he visits waiting for the day he can replace the promise ring on your finger with a diamond ring with which he can forever call you “mine”

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[taliabhattwrites]

Look, I'm not fundamentally invested in the "trans headcanon" discourses, but ...

I did notice something that reads to me as odd.

It's popular to say that there's "no such thing as a 'wrong' interpretation of art", which I don't really agree with. Yes, there's a lot of flexibility within the discursive parameters set by a work of art, and some works set those parameters very broadly, and interpretation is also at its heart an act of creativity. However, if you do something like look at Jules Verne and say "He CLEARLY intended this as commentary on the first season of Steven Universe", we can comfortably call that a wrong interpretation. There are limits, some of which are easier to spot than others.

In the case of trans headcanons, I don't feel particularly strongly about them (and tend not to engage in them much myself). Yet, I have noticed a consistent trend of Tumblr looking at characters in stories who are depicted as effeminate, but not necessarily women, and also express a discomfort with masculinity, only to then go "Wow! What a relatable transmasc headcanon!"

...

Does that not seem a bit, just a tad strange?

Is there something y'all should be trying to talk out, perhaps in a medium less combative and more supportive than fandom squabbles?

Because what do you mean you relate to the characters who resent the masculinity imposed on them and want to throw it off?

That does ... not describe any of the transmasc dykes or trans men or even butch dykes I'm friends with.

Just saying.

[shitmyfriendssend]

There’s a sort of implication that having sensitivity to the force makes you more attractive to others… including your sibling.

ok so. I've been thinking. what if leia's "thing" is that she's imperceptible in the force. like, she's so innately powerful at shielding, she's just not there. Anakin didn't know padme was having twins because he literally couldn't sense leia's presence. yoda and obi-wan were fine with bail taking leia because they couldn't perceive her thoughts, even as an infant. neither reva nor vader could penetrate her mind. she spent years in the senate alongside palpatine and he had no idea she was force sensitive. the only person who can see leia for who she really is is the one who has been there from the beginning — luke.

[splishfish]

︵‿︵‿୨♡Be Mine!♡୧‿︵‿︵

♡Summary: How MHA men make you theirs!

♡Characters: Tomura Shigaraki, Dabi, Keigo Takami, Aizawa Shouta

♡WC: 1.3k

♡A/N: Pure Fluff, Happy Valentines Day!!

❥ Tomura Shigaraki

If you’re not already Tomura’s lover, you’ll bet your ass he’s gonna spend all day getting there. The moment you wake up, you find a poorly written letter under your door, someone having slit it under the crack of under your door during the night. The letter had blunt yet cute advances written on it, your favorite being… ‘You’re so pretty, and out of everyone here, you’re the most useful one.’

It was very obvious who sent you the letter, but you would be lying if you said you didn’t find it adorable. Just imagining your boss staying up at night to write you a love letter had your cheeks hurting from the giddy smile on your face.

But it didn’t end there. Throughout the day, he had even become more vocal. Every passing glance or conversation, he tried to discreetly compliment you. Of course, it wasn’t discreet at all.

’You smell good today.’ ‘You did really good on that last mission…uh, you look good too.’ ‘Your hair is…pretty. Looks good…today.’

He was oh so sweet, his red eyes landing on you whenever he thought you weren’t looking, his eyes lidded with affection as he watched you interact with everyone. It was nearing night when he finally pulled you aside, scratching his neck as he stared at you, his expression far softer than you’ve ever seen before…

The chilly air pricked at your skin as Tomura dragged you out of the bar and away from everyone else, his excuse being ‘It’s regarding your last mission’...sure. It wasn’t until he turned around to face you, damaged nails idly scratching his neck as his lips pulled into a nervous pout. He grunted as he spoke bluntly.

“It’s Valentine's day.” “Well, it’s the end of Valentin-”

“Shut up.”

“Sorry.”

“It’s Valentine's day…So be mine.”

︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵

❥ Dabi

Dabi is far less shy about his advances, but he isn’t blunt about it either. Like Tomura, he’s gonna spend the whole day leading up to his confession, starting with handing you a mug of hot chocolate. It was sweet, a little too sweet in your opinion, but it was so easy to look past it the moment you saw his blue eyes glance in your direction for even the smallest semblance of approval.

He stays close to you throughout the day, sliding into the chair next to you at the bar and making idle chatter, plopping himself down on the empty space of the couch besides you and boldly throwing his arm around your shoulders. He even tugs you a little closer despite avoiding eye contact the whole time <3

Typically so confident and arrogant, it nearly gives you whiplash when he starts telling you such sweet compliments and comments with the most nervous and uneven tone. Really, it damn near makes you giggle whenever he starts, but you’re pretty sure he’d burn you into a crisp, no matter his feelings for you.

’You got pretty eyes…keep ‘em on me…?’ ‘You uh…you look good in that outfit…really good.’ ‘You’re cold…i’ll heat you up…if you uh…c’mere…?’

By the time Dabi even asks you to be his Valentine, it’s already past midnight, well past the appropriate time to confess, but it was never his goal to make you his Valentine. No, he wanted you to be his, entirely, and forever. That's why he forced you to stay up, drinks in hand as you both sat in a comfortable silence.

The amber glow of the bar created a warm air around you both, the silence making way for the soft breathing you two shared. His scarred hand held onto an old fashioned bourbon, swirling it as he stared ahead into the wall of drinks. A glass of your preferred drink was sitting idle next to your hand, your eyes lidded as a wave of exhaustion slowly overtook you. It was only when he spoke that you tried to force your eyes to open again.

“Hey.” “Hm?” “You’re all mine, y’know that?”

“Mhm…”

︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵

❥ Shouta Aizawa

Shouta was never one to be ‘sweet’. He’s blunt and apathetic, and he finds the concept of valentines day, to be blunt, stupid. Why should there be a day to show your love for someone, when you could do that any other day of the week? What makes Valentines day so special?

…is what he thought until he met you. Truly, if his past self had met himself now, he was sure he’d try to slap himself straight. Now, however, you had entered his life, ruining all his previous thoughts and theories. Now, he found himself with a handful of your favorite flowers wrapped so pretty, and a heart shaped box of chocolates in his other hand.

Shouta isn’t a shy man, he never has been. So when he makes his way to your apartment this beautiful Valentine's evening, he finds it hard to believe that as he balls his fist to knock on your door, he’s clenching his fist so tightly his knuckles have turned white. He could feel his palms begin to form beads of sweat, and his brows furrow as he takes a deep breath, eyes locking onto yours instantly as you opened the door.

’I got these for you…you told me you liked these flowers a while back…’ ‘I also got these chocolates…they uh…only sold them in these boxes..’ ‘Can I…come inside?’

And when he steps foot into your home, he finally relaxes, finding himself far more comfortable knowing that this was going well. He doesn’t even notice how late it is hours later, the sun slowly lowering past the horizon, causing a pink colored hue to grace the sky. He thinks to himself that now, now is the time.

You sat across from him at your dinner table, your face sore from smiling, his blunt nature far more humorous than intimidating. You don’t even notice the way he’s staring at you until he taps his index finger on the table three times, discreetly calling for your attention. It startles you when your eyes meet, a small smile gracing his typically blank face, and his eyes soft as he murmured.

“You’re beautiful, you know that?”

“Huh..? Oh, thank you…” “Yeah…I’m glad I spent today with you.”

“Y-Yeah…me too!”

“We could do this more often, if you were mine.”

︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵

❥ Keigo Takami

Keigo is bold, that's for sure. He’s not shy about pursuing you, especially during Valentine's day. Your day starts with a burrage of knocks on your door, rustling of feathers just barely audible through the wood. When you open the door, you’re greeted with a wide smile and golden eyes before suddenly a bouquet of flowers is shoved into your face.

And that's not all! No, Keigo takes Valentine's day very seriously. He gently shoves you further into your apartment before plopping you down onto your own couch, his wings fluffed up as sprinted back to your front door. When he comes back, he returns with chocolates, a stuffed toy of your favorite animal, and…a limited edition plushie of himself.

He hands it all to you, sitting down besides you before quickly slinging his arm over you, tugging you closer. Keigo’s not shy about his affection at all, but its no surprise to you. He was always affectionate, always so flirty and casual, you honestly didn’t think much of it until his words began to linger in your brain.

’You’re so pretty y’know? Why don’t you got a partner yet huh? You waitin’ for me?’ ‘Oh c’mon, you know you’re the only one I’m like this with right?’ ‘Hey, you’ll be my Valentines right? I’m already here after all!’

Maybe it was just you, but he felt much more clingy today. His hand holding yours tightly, his wing wrapping around you like a makeshift blanket, and his head leaning against yours affectionately. Now, what was weirder was the chirping he seemed to be letting out, small tweets of affection leaving him. Maybe it was all in your head, but that was quickly thrown out the window as he pressed a kiss to the corner of your lips.

“Wh-? What was that for?”

“What, I can't kiss my lover~?”

“LOVER??”

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[001x456]

the irony of in-ho having fish as pets and gi-hun being a cat person is so funny to me. especially when it's canon.

457 (crack) fic where in-ho and gi-hun fought because gi-hun's cat ate in-ho's fish 😭

[itsmarsss]

Jason Todd gives me SUCH “you are so lucky you are hot” vibes lmao

like thankfully for him he’s so pretty and so hot that he can just say whatever and you (and everyone) will just nod in agreement and go “yeah whatever you say beautiful”

he’s self-aware enough to admit that if he were to rely solely on his flirting skills he would have neverrr pulled ur ass

he’s so awkward with itttt just outdated, awkwardly spat-out pick-up lines he cringes at himself for

Dick on the other hand? this man would flirt for a living if he could. actually he kinda does if you stop to think abt how that’s how he handles almost everything in life

he KNOWS perfectly well the effect he has on people. one smile from him and ur dead, gone, obliterated. you’d never even imagine the amount of fights he’s won by flirting as a distraction, it’s ridiculous

HUGE fan of making you flustered and then teasing you abt it some more. VERY forward. he is not one bit above using dirty tactics to throw you off your rhythm when sparring or arguing.

just getting by on pure charm

Tim CAN flirt but only through teasing. sometimes it works, most times however... well

it's the line between flirty teasing and just acting kinda... mean that's the issue. can you blame him? look who he grew up around, the banter at home is VIOLENTT. so no wonder sometimes he takes the whole teasing thing too far and it just comes out as straight-up insulting lmao

he'll have you thinking he just likes to pick on you which is so confusing cause you've never even done anything to this guy?

meanwhile he's so frustrated and confused as to how his brilliant and obvious attempts at flirting with you just? aren’t working? he's so confused when he realizes you're like actually mad and not just 'playing along'

[henry-bones]

Ok, so now I have to come up with all the others.

The immediate reaction for me was, “Ok, so who’s Santa?” And it’s a toss up between Luffy, Chopper, and Jimbeo for me. Luffy because he’s always smiling and giving joy, chopper because Reindeer, and Jimbei because he just has that energy. Plus, I feel like he would fit the Santa outfit the best. Brook is obviously Jack Skellington/Headless Horseman(or whatever Halloween figure you want to use). That leaves Robin, Usopp, and Franky, and I’m honestly lost on them. I’m just making this post as a quick off-the-top-of-my head thing, so if anybody else has any ideas, feel free.

mr sandman🎶bring me a dream🎶

[lovelymylene]

happy VALENTINE

70s teenage dirtbag hamzah and reader

The radio hummed low and warm, a crackling thread of music weaving through the quiet of the car. Hamzah’s fingers tapped absently against the steering wheel, rings clicking against the worn leather, but his mind wasn’t on the road, wasn’t on much of anything except the girl beside him, laughing softly at something he said five minutes ago.

The car smelled like her perfume, like jasmine and something sweet, mingling with the faintest trace of cigarette smoke and the lilies resting in her lap. She had been staring at them ever since he gave them to her, running delicate fingers along the petals, like she couldn’t believe they were hers.

“Didn’t think I was the type, huh?” he had teased when she first saw the flowers, the stuffed bunny, the little box of chocolate-covered strawberries from his cousin’s bakery.

“No, I just didn’t think you’d actually try this hard,” she smirked, but there had been something softer in her eyes, something he recognized.

Hamzah had never cared much for Valentine’s Day. It always seemed like a scam, a way for people to convince themselves they were in love for the price of a heart-shaped box. But her? She changed things. If she wanted lilies and chocolate and soft things wrapped in ribbons, then he’d give her all of it. He’d give her more.

So now, they were nowhere. Just a stretch of road fading into darkness, the distant hum of the city swallowed by trees and open sky. He pulled off onto a hill, parking beneath a massive oak tree, its branches twisting against the stars.

“Is this what you do with all your dates?” she teased, turning to face him.

“Nah,” he grinned, leaning back against his seat, hands loose in his lap. “Just you.”

Her smile wavered, just for a second, but he caught it. She didn’t know how to take it when he was sincere, when he let his guard slip. He kind of liked that.

The car ticked softly as the engine cooled, the wind slipping through the cracked windows. She peeled open the box of strawberries, picking one up and holding it to her lips before pausing. “You sure you don’t want one?”

“I got ‘em for you, sweetheart. Knock yourself out.”

She rolled her eyes, biting into the fruit, the chocolate cracking softly under her teeth. Hamzah watched her, eyes half-lidded, something lazy and fond resting in his gaze.

“Alright, now you gotta try one,” she insisted, plucking another from the box and holding it out for him.

He smirked, leaning forward, but instead of taking it from her fingers, he just bit into it, teeth gently biting her fingertips.

She gasped, pulling her hand back. “Hamzah!”

“What?” he mumbled through a mouthful of chocolate, eyes twinkling with mischief.

“You’re an idiot.”

“Yeah,” he swallowed, licking his lips, “but you like me.”

She rolled her eyes but didn’t argue.

The music played on, soft and unintrusive, some old soul song he didn’t know the name of. Outside, the world stretched on in every direction, but inside the car, it was just them.

He reached for her hand without thinking, just feeling the need to touch, to hold. She let him, fingers curling easily around his.

“You’re warm,” she murmured.

“You always say that.”

“Because you always are.”

She turned to him, fully now, shifting so one leg tucked beneath her. The moonlight poured in through the windshield, catching in her eyes, making them gleam.

“You’re staring,” she whispered.

“Yeah,” his voice was lower now, rougher. “What about it?”

She didn’t answer, just tugged on his collar, pulling him in, slow and unhurried. Their lips met in a kiss that started soft but deepened quickly, something languid and melting, like heat unfurling in the cold night air. His hand found the side of her face, thumb tracing the curve of her cheek, while her fingers slipped into his hair, tugging, teasing.

He sighed into her mouth, pulling her closer, like he could fold her into himself, keep her there. The world outside didn’t exist. Just her lips, her breath, the way she tasted like chocolate and strawberries and something he could never quite name.

“You really didn’t have to do all this,” she murmured against his lips.

“I know,” he whispered, kissing her again, softer this time. “But I wanted to.”

@issysh3ll

Happy Valentine’s Day my loves🎀

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[itelya]

synopsis: valentines day with your boyfriend/husband.

character [separate]: Nanami Kento x reader, Gojo Satoru x reader, Suguru Geto x reader, Toji Fushiguro x reader, Sukuna Ryomen x reader, soo cute! Choso Kamo x reader, Megumi Fushiguro x reader, Yuji Itadori x reader (fem!)

warning: love and short srry 💗… don't be mad at me for what i did for Toji😓

words: 2690.

Kento N.

Nanami wasn’t really the type to celebrate Valentine’s Day. To him, this day was a “commercial holiday,” an artificial opportunity to prove his love. He believed that love was built on a daily basis, in simple gestures and small attentions. So, you thought you would spend a quiet evening, like every year.

But when you returned home that night, you were surprised. The house was enveloped in a soft and warm atmosphere: candles lit everywhere, soft lighting, a nicely set table with elegant plates and a bouquet of flowers. Dinner was ready, a dish that Nanami had carefully prepared himself, accompanied by your favorite wine.

“It’s not much,” he said as he joined you in the room, a discreet smile on his lips. “But I thought it would be nice to spend some time together.”

You looked at him, touched by the attention he had put into this dinner. This gesture means much more to you than anything else. You spent a quiet evening, full of laughter, tender conversations and shared silences, as if this dinner was a simple and sincere way of saying "I love you".

When dessert was served, he placed his hand on yours, his gaze tender but discreet. "I know Valentine's Day doesn't mean much to us, but I wanted to show you how much you mean to me," he said softly. "With this moment together. Because with you, every day is a bit like Valentine's Day."

Moved, you smiled at him, squeezing his hand in yours. After a few seconds of comfortable silence, you got up to clear the table. Then, as you found yourself upstairs, Nanami turned to you with a slight smile. "Happy Valentine's Day, my love," he whispered, before kissing you softly.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Ken,” you replied, touched by the sincerity of his words more than any gesture. And in that simplicity, you felt more loved than ever.

Gojo S.

The sun is barely rising when Gojo arrives at your door, a mischievous smile on his face. Before you can even react, he grabs your hand and whisks you away on a memorable day, where every minute seems more absurd than the last.

First stop: a private helicopter, a flight over Tokyo. The wind whips your face as you fly over the city illuminated by the first rays of the sun. You hold on to the helm, your heart pounding, a mixture of pleasure and terror.

Gojo, for his part, laughs as he sees you hanging on, his face like a permanent challenge. “It’s nothing, just relax!” he assures you, but you know he loves seeing you out of your comfort zone.

The highlight of the show comes when he drags you into an impromptu photo shoot. In the middle of the street, under the neon lights and curious glances of passersby, Gojo strikes ridiculous poses while making you laugh. Then, without warning, he takes a picture of you up close, capturing the moment when you let yourself go into a genuine smile.

Finally, Gojo takes you to the roof of a skyscraper, the breathtaking view of the city all around you, illuminated by sparkling fairy lights. The cool wind makes you shiver, but he keeps you close to him, a smirk on his face.

“So?” he asks, leaning a little closer to you, his mischievous eyes scrutinizing you with an almost childish amusement. “What was the best part of the day?”

You look at him, rolling your eyes as you smile. You know he’s expecting an extravagant answer. So, you lean down and kiss him briefly, just enough to surprise him.

“I’ll say.. everything was great, but the helicopter ride… I thought I was going to throw up. Never again please.”

He chuckles lightly, shaking his head, and pulls you into his arms. “It’s all you,” he says, pulling you closer, before catching your lips in a slow but passionate kiss. Time seems to stop for a moment, the sounds of the distant city drowned out by the intensity of his kiss.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, baby,” he whispers against your lips, a satisfied smile on his face. He holds you tighter in his arms, and you let yourself go with the magic of the moment.

Geto S.

The night is quiet on this Valentine’s night, and the atmosphere in your apartment is softer than usual. The wind blowing lightly against the windows lets you hear a distant murmur of the couples outside.

Geto comes home with your spare keys and silently places a small box of chocolates in your hands, before settling down next to you on the couch.

You turn your gaze to him. He says nothing, his eyes drowned in a discreet embarrassment, as if each word he was going to say was weighed carefully.

He takes a moment to look at the box in your hands before slowly turning it away, a slight smile growing at the corner of his lips. “I’m not really good at this kind of thing,” he murmurs. He almost seems to hesitate, embarrassed by the simplicity of the gesture, but nevertheless, his eyes shine with a touching sincerity.

His fingers slide almost imperceptibly on your skin, a silent caress. A small smile forms on his face, a smile that seems to come straight from a bygone era, where he was still able to believe in a quiet love, without pain or torment.

“You know… if we were somewhere else, in another life,” he begins, his voice soft but marked by an indecipherable depth, “I think I would have wanted to take you away from here.” He lets out a soft sigh, as if this impossible wish came from another reality.

He takes a short breath, then, with an almost imperceptible gesture, he hands you the rose he has placed next to him. “Happy Valentine’s Day,” he says, almost in a low voice, as if there is more to those words than what they seem to be. You smile at him tenderly and lean towards him, then kiss him.

“Happy Valentine’s Day too, Geto.”

Toji F.

If you bet on the fact that Toji Fushiguro would have forgotten that it’s Valentine’s Day. And honestly, it wouldn’t even be a surprise. This guy is the type to disappear for days, come back like a shadow without warning even though he’s your boyfriend. Then drag you to your bed with a smirk and leave like nothing happened but you still love him like an idiot.

So a commercial holiday? Spending money? Might as well forget it. That’s why, when he hands you a small paper bag, you blink in surprise.

“Here.”

“…What?”

He sighs, already looking annoyed. “Tch. Just take it.” You grab the package warily and look inside. A frown. “…Toji. It’s instant noodles.”

“And?” He smiles like there’s no problem and raises an eyebrow at your surprised expression. “You’re offering me… noodles?”

“You like them, right?” He raises an eyebrow, as if it’s obvious. You stand there, between incomprehension and amusement, before bursting out laughing. “Are you serious, Toji?”

“Listen, would you have preferred that I blow my money on useless crap? A heart-shaped necklace, maybe?” He snickers, crossing his arms. “I know you. I know you always forget to buy more when you run out. So yeah, it’s a gift. Take it and shut up.”

You shake your head, still laughing, and grab the collar of his jacket to pull him towards you. “You really are an idiot, Toji.”

“And you’re still here, stupid lover,” he replies, capturing your lips in a heated kiss, a smile playing on the corner of his lips. Ultimately, it suits you. Because Toji, even with his questionable ways, thinks of you in his own way. And deep down, that’s all that matters.

Sukuna R.

Valentine’s Day, you didn’t expect it. As Sukuna’s wife, you were used to displays of power rather than tender gestures. But on this day, something seemed different. As you prepared yourself in your chambers, you felt a familial presence slip into the room without making a sound.

Sukuna, in all his majesty, looked at you with a different glow than usual. “Happy Valentine’s Day, my queen,” he said in a deep voice, his imposing royal posture even more respectful, but there was an unusual softness in his words.

He approached you, an almost imperceptible kiss on his lips, and in his hands, a shiny object: a necklace adorned with precious stones the color of his rare eyes and a secret inscription.

The gesture surprised you, more than you would have imagined. The king of curses offering a gift, and yet, the intention behind it was clear. This necklace wasn’t just a gift; it was a token of his possession, but in a subtle way. He holds it out in front of you, his eyes never leaving yours in the mirror of your dressing table, as if to make sure you like this necklace.

“This necklace is a sign,” he murmured as he brushed his fingers over your neck, gently sliding the jewel around you. “A sign that you are mine. No one else can ever claim you.” Okay baby?"

A shadow of a smile appeared on his face, but he didn't seem to want to let go of his gaze, as if he was trying to make sure that you understood the depth of his words. Then he closed the clasp of the necklace.

His hands slowly slid into your hair, your eyes meeting his. He was still this ruthless king, but today, there was something more tender, a form of sincere love that seemed rare to you.

"Thank you so much Suku, it's so beautiful.. Happy Valentine's Day, my love," you said, you smiled at him tenderly. He then leaned down, his lips gently brushing your ear, the contact light but loaded with that imposing presence that characterized him.

While being possessive, he wasn't trying to smother you, but to remind you that, for him, you were everything to him. He's just crazy in love.

Choso K.

You see the surprise in Choso’s eyes as you hand him the carefully prepared box of chocolates. He seems both surprised and a little hesitant. “Is this… for me?” He looks at you, as if the very idea of ​​receiving something is a novelty.

You nod, a shy smile on your lips. “Yeah, for you. It’s… it’s for Valentine’s Day.” You feel a little nervous, but he makes you feel like it matters, that your gesture didn’t go unnoticed.

He takes a heart-shaped chocolate and brings it to his lips, his eyes closed for a moment, savoring the sweetness of the chocolate. Then, after a few seconds, he looks at you with a soft smile, almost a little embarrassed.

“It’s sweet… like you,” he says, and his cheeks blush slightly.

You laugh softly, feeling your cheeks blush. “It’s just chocolate, Choso.” But you can see in his eyes that it’s not that easy for him. It’s maybe the first time he’s received something like this, such a sincere, simple gesture, but so precious to him.

Then, in a shy burst, he leans towards you and places a kiss on your cheek, his warmth melting you. “Thank you,” he murmurs, almost in a breath. “Really.”

You look at him, a smile that doesn’t leave your lips. “Happy Valentine’s Day, Choso. I’m glad to have you as a boyfriend.” He stays there for a moment, his eyes locked on yours, before answering with a sincerity that touches you deeply:

“Me too. Really.” His hands gently rest on your shoulders, as if to pull you a little closer to him. “I’ve never had a gift. It’s- it’s a little strange, but it makes me… feel good.”

You feel yourself melting under his words, his honesty and his sweetness. It’s everything he’s ever wanted, but never had the chance to experience. And you’re here to give him what he’s always deserved.

“You don’t have to say that, you know,” you whisper, gently caressing his hand. “I’m doing it because you deserve it, Choso.” He leans down again, this time to kiss you softly on the lips, a kiss that’s tender and full of promise. “Thanks for the chocolates, and happy Valentine’s Day, baby.”

Megumi F.

Megumi has never been one to celebrate Valentine's Day. He finds it commercial, cliché... But when he sees the small box of chocolates that you hand him, your cheeks a little red, he can't help but feel touched. He takes the box with a slight sigh, but his gaze betrays his emotion.

"You didn't have to..." he murmurs, avoiding your gaze. However, he opens the box and takes a chocolate, the sweet taste contrasting with the heat that begins to rise to his cheeks.

"It's just chocolate, Megumi. Don't be so red." you answer, laughing softly. He just looks away and doesn't answer.

Then he looks at you for a moment before looking away, and after a moment of hesitation, he slips his hand into his coat pocket and hands you a small package. "Here... it's not much, but... Happy Valentine's Day."

When you open it, you discover a lucky charm in the shape of your pet almost with small accessories. You look up at him, surprised. "You say it's commercial, but did you still think to buy me something?"

Megumi crosses his arms, looking away. "Shut up," he whispers, red rising to his ears.

You can't help but smile at the obvious embarrassment on his face. Megumi, who spends his time playing indifferent, is blushing because of a simple gift exchange.

You turn the lucky charm between your fingers, admiring the details. He really took the time to choose something that would please you. Your heart squeezes gently at this thought.

"I like it a lot," you say as you attach the lucky charm to your bag. "Thank you, Megumi." A slight smile appears on his lips.

Yuji I.

Yuji, with his joyful and boundless energy, is determined to make this Valentine’s Day unforgettable, even if he’s not exactly an expert in traditions. From the moment you wake up, he surprises you with a carefully planned day:

A marathon of romantic movies—though you can tell he’s struggling not to laugh or roll his eyes at the overly cheesy scenes. A baking session where the two of you attempt to make homemade chocolates.

And finally, an evening stroll under the city lights, where Yuji impulsively insists on buying you a giant stuffed animal, just because he thinks it would make you smile.

As the day winds down, the sun dipping below the horizon, you both collapse onto a park bench, exhausted but happy. Laughter still bubbles between you as you recall the absolute disaster that was your chocolate-making attempt.

Yuji turns to you, his warm, sincere smile making your heart skip a beat, his eyes shining with an affection that needs no words.

“You know, I’m really glad I got to spend today with you,” he says, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. “I was kinda worried I’d mess up Valentine’s Day, but honestly… this was amazing.”

Then, with an adorable hesitation, he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small, neatly wrapped package. “I made this myself, you know. It’s for you.” His voice is both proud and a little nervous, as if he’s not sure how you’ll react.

Curious, you carefully unwrap it, revealing a handmade bracelet, simple, yet crafted with care. You run your fingers over it, touched by the effort he put into it, a warm smile spreading across your lips. “It’s perfect, Yuji, really. And for your first Valentine’s Day… I have to say, you did an amazing job.”

His laughter rings out before he suddenly pulls you into a tight embrace, his warmth enveloping you completely. “Happy Valentine’s Day, Y/N!”

You laugh softly, resting your head against his shoulder. “Happy Valentine’s Day, Yuji.” And in that moment, frozen in time, you know this day will stay with you forever.

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[colossrat]

A magical artifact has entered the borders of Gotham and due to some circumstances, tha Bat calls Captain Marvel to help him intercept the cargo being received.

However, things don't go as planned, and in a moment of distraction they get separated, and the captain ends up being hit by a spell from the cursed artifact. He manages to hold out a little before the worst happens, retrieving the object and entering a portal to the rock of eternity.

The spell ends up separating Captain Marvel from his champion, Billy Batson.

But instead of having a little billy and a big marvel, we have a little billy and an even smaller marvel

Although the powers passed down by Marvel are older than Earth, he is "reborn" every time he has a new champion to accompany him. So that he can always be connected with this new champion and so that he doesn't feel alone in the hard journey of being the champion of magic.

This means that theoretically, our Marvel was reborn less than five years ago-- (Although he still has the memory of the old champions, he is growing up again with Billy, and so he is just a very mature child for his age, but still a child)

During the separation, Billy ended up getting hurt and Marvel panics because he doesn't know how to help. Without billy to balance your magic, it's very risky to do any spells, even something as simple as healing.

He is a water tank full of magic, and the champion serves as the tap to decide how much magic is released.

As they are on the rock, time doesn't pass normally so Billy doesn't pay much attention to that injury, saying that it would take months inside the rock for them to need to worry.

They stay there for some time, researching the artifact and its curse. The wizard gave some answers, but it is still too vague to satisfy Billy and Marvel's curiosity

Eventually they need to get off the rock, as Billy is worried about Fawcett without his hero. But outside of the temporal suspension that the rock provides, Billy's injury begins to worsen rapidly and they have to change plans to get help.

That doesn't go the way they wanted either, and they end up having to resort to something Billy really wanted to avoid: The Justice League.

Marvel refuses to speak to the league, being inconsolable because Billy is in pain. He demands that they take care of him and they do, shocked by the little crying marvel.

The league comes to the conclusion that since Billy was the first person Marvel probably saw after being transformed into a child, and he is the one who has been taking care of him in the last days, he must have had some kind of imprint on him and is seeing him as a safe haven.

At the watchtower, the league now has to deal with the situation of a completely shy little Marvel who just wants to interact with Billy, a homeless boy they've never heard of before. who is this boy???

While the magicians are racking their brains trying to understand the situation and how to reverse it, the heroes are trying to understand their fellow coworker child, very worried about the emotional dependence he is developing on Billy.

While recovering, Billy starts planning their escape from the Watchtower, but it sucks when the league babysits them both and forces them to go to therapy

It's a fanfic I'm writing--

[jestersjitters]

And i oop-

This could be something

Plot twist: Sanji think he being flirting with Zoro cos the only romantic relationship he seen was Patty and Carne.

[theblack-dog]

Something Ponyboy loves to do is make it sound like Darry is absolutely evil in front of other people who don't really know him.

Like, one of his track buddies will ask him if he wants to go to a party or something, and Ponyboy will be like "Sorry, I can't. If Darry finds out he's gonna fill the tub to the top with water and lock me in the bathroom until I drink it all. Again."

Obviously he's not dumb and he's careful who he does it around because he's not looking for social services to come knocking. Plus, most people already know that he's just joking based on how absurd the stuff he says is.

However, one night Darry burst into Pony's room and was like "Why the fuck are you telling people that I made you handwrite the entire Bible word-for-word because you didn't say grace before eating???"