#an emotionally clumsy effort but my god is he trying. and the best part is that

[protect-namine]

mitsuki's 3rd affection event ☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️

[archived-kin]

simeon with a himbo boyfriend

note from kin: once again i am writing for the boys because this fandom doesn’t have nearly enough content for them, especially for Big and Beefy Men. let them be in dating sim fandoms too!!!!!! give them more content!!!!!

anyway i’ve made you an angel since i don’t want to have to think about the deeper repercussions of what simeon dating a human would be (i mean we all know what happened to lilith when she tried it)

fandom: obey me!

character(s): male!reader, simeon, luke, belphegor, beelzebub, asmodeus, satan, leviathan, mammon, lucifer, barbatos, diavolo, solomon

pairing(s): simeon/reader but it accidentally becomes everyone/simeon’s boyfriend at some point whoops (this ended up as a pretty big block of text as a result so please let me know if you have difficulty reading it so that i can try to format it better!)

warning(s): nope!

genre: fluff!!!! fluff everywhere!!!!!!!!!

simeon thinks you’re the cutest goddamn thing in all three realms

you may be six foot four inches of muscle but to him that is six foot four inches of ADORABLE

you’re very strong so he likes to just run and jump up at you from behind and wrap his arms around your neck because he knows you won’t be fazed by it (physically anyways, emotionally is another story)

the other angels always gasp when he does this in public because it’s so far from his usual ‘poised and elegant’ thing but how is simeon NOT supposed to climb all over you like a koala when you’re so big and huggable???

simeon just really loves jumping at you like that okay

because every time he does you’ll just pause for a second and look very confused as to why your back has suddenly gotten heavier, and then you’ll turn your head, and your smile and excited little ‘simeon!!’ is to DIE for

he has to be incredibly upfront with you about what he wants because otherwise you will not understand

he has to say, word for word, “i want to sleep in the same bed as you every day” before you actually realise that that’s what he meant

the whole exchange kind of went like this:

simeon, being sappy at like seven in the morning: “i want to wake up like this all the time from now on”

you: “??? do you want me to come lie down next to you before you wake up tomorrow morning?”

simeon: “no, for the whole night”

you: “you want to wake up like this for the whole night??”

simeon: [sighs]

he also often has to be the one taking charge when it comes to physical affection  

like you’re always willing to give him hugs and carry him around and let him sleep sprawled out on your chest like a starfish and give him kisses but half the time simeon has to ask you because for some reason you just won’t do it on your own???

at one point simeon starts getting a little insecure that you don’t actually really like physical affection and are just going along with it for him

because he’s a sensible angel, he brings this up with you before jumping to conclusions

he was not prepared for you to reply that you always wait for him to confirm that he wants affection because you’re afraid that you’ll accidentally hurt him with your strength if you go for it by yourself

simeon doesn’t cry a lot but dear god did he come close that day

after that it’s just hand holding and hugs and forehead kisses galore from you and simeon couldn’t be happier

now, it’s time for a bit of backstory

you were created purely to fight during the big celestial war, which is why you are so Beefy and Stupid

the beefy is because they needed you to be both strong and intimidating, while the stupid is because they didn’t create you with anything but fist fighting in mind

during the war you were a force to be reckoned with because you could just run at and headbutt a demon and they’d immediately be flung straight out of the skies and back into the devildom

and, even better, this meant that you didn’t have to kill anyone! you could just punt them so hard that they’d be flung out of the realm where the battle’s taking place entirely

once the war was over though they didn’t really know what to do with you

you were basically just this giant baby who didn’t know how to do anything but war

so they just dumped you in a garden and told you to take care of the flowers

which was how simeon originally met you! he was taking a walk around the gardens and saw you crying over a tree that you accidentally snapped in half with your big clumsy hands

now, simeon wasn’t one to believe in love at first sight, but HOLY FUCK

if he hadn’t already been an angel in the celestial realm he’d have thought you were some divine being from the heavens

anyway long story short simeon consoled you and started helping you take care of the garden, taught you how to live a life in times of peace, spent entire nights just lying awake and thinking about your smile and your laugh and how warm your hands look to hold and how it would feel to hug you, and finally managed to confess to you without you misconstruing it as just a Friendly Act of Kindness, and now you two are the proud holders of the title Cutest Couple in The Universe

granted only asmo calls you two that but you’ll take it

speaking of asmo allow me to segue this to the rad exchange programme era

you get so sad when simeon tells you he’ll have to leave for a year

your face falls when he breaks the news and your voice is all lost and quiet when you ask, ‘does that mean i can’t see you?’

simeon is absolutely devastated

it’s like a thousand puppies and kittens are being murdered right in front of him

he nearly cries (when i say nearly i mean he does)

but he can’t back out of the exchange program now, and one year isn’t THAT much for beings that live for possibly forever, so in the end, giving you a giant hug and about a million kisses to make up for the ones you’ll miss over the coming year, simeon leaves for the devildom

he makes it about a month and a half without you before he starts getting all mopey

and you’re not doing much better up in the celestial realm

michael actually has to message simeon and ask him how to deal with you because you spend every day dejectedly shuffling around the gardens that you take care of and it’s making everyone sad just looking at you

simeon reads that message and immediately decides that either he’s going back to the celestial realm or you’re coming down to the devildom

the authorities are a little cautious about it because you’re one of the purest angels they have and they really don’t want you getting corrupted by demons

but simeon assures them that the few demons that you’ll actually be having contact with wouldn’t do that, and you’ll be under both his and lord diavolo’s protection

so you end up being allowed to join simeon in the devildom for his exchange year!!!

honestly with the way the two of you react when you see each other again you’d think you hadn’t seen each other in years

simeon runs up to you and jumps straight into your arms and you spin him around in a big hug and ahhhhhhhh it’s like a teen romance movie but with an actually compelling relationship

and so you move into his bedroom (because of course you’re still going to share one down here) and take up a temporary position as a gardener to take up time since you can’t really do school

pros: simeon now gets to see you every day again and you look very cute bustling around the devildom’s fancy gardens with a watering can and wheelbarrow. also he gets to watch you lift an entire shed and it’s the best thing he’s ever seen

cons: the others are all basically in love with you now as well

simeon’s torn between ‘why wouldn’t they be, he’s literally the most perfect being ever’ and ‘what the fuck, that’s MY boyfriend’

belphie likes you because you are similar to beel and you’re also warm and big and strong so he can take naps on you and you won’t be bothered in the slightest

one day simeon sees belphie just jump onto your back and start sleeping there while you’re crouched in the garden doing some weeding and he’s so stunned by the sheer audacity that he forgets to be mad about it

honestly you don’t really notice that belphie is sleeping on you until you go to get up and feel something move on your back

and then, being the dumb precious idiot you are, you just lie face first there on the lawn so that he can carry on sleeping without being disturbed

consequence: simeon nearly cries at your sweetness but is also incredibly jealous and belphie is now having Feelings that he didn’t sign up for

beel meanwhile isn’t sure how to feel about you at first because he kind of feels like you’re stealing his twin all the time, but then you make him your special candied fruits (from produce that you grew yourself) and he loves you from that point forward

also PLEASE share your workout routine with him he wants to know your secret

it turns out that you don’t really have a workout routine?? you were just made like that

though the constant exercise and heavy lifting and stuff you do as part of your daily garden-care routine (you take care of basically all of the gardens back in the celestial realm) helps as well

he’s a bit disappointed but he does like that you can pick him up without any effort

one time he asked if you were capable of it and without missing a beat you went ‘let’s find out!’ and straight up swept him off his feet

beel was fucking screaming on the inside but no can’t feel feelings that’s simeon’s boyfriend

meanwhile asmo… okay we all know the way asmo is

boy took one look at you and immediately started drooling (figuratively anyway. physically his jaw just dropped)

kudos to him though, he backs off with the flirting as soon as simeon informs everyone that you’re his partner

asmo may be the avatar of lust but he is no home wrecker (he still finds an excuse to hug you every time he sees you though because awooga, muscles)

(he does know his boundaries so simeon doesn’t mind too much)

asmo also very likes the fact that you have such a green thumb because it means you can grow the prettiest flowers and you’re always willing to trim him a few to use as accessories

at some point simeon accidentally eavesdrops in on a conversation between the two of you where you’re just gushing about what kind of flowers he likes and how you’re going to plant them everywhere in the devildom because you like it when he smiles when he sees them

CRITICAL HIT!!!!!

simeon is pretty sure he combusts on the spot, while asmo is just squealing

thus was the origin of the title ‘Cutest Couple in the Universe’

satan on the other hand is mostly disinterested in you at first

the two of you live in pretty different worlds even if you live within the a five minutes’ walk of each other. he prefers to stay locked up in his room or the library and just curl up with a good book or ten for hours on end, while you’re always outside, digging flower beds and pruning bushes and cleaning fences and walls and basically doing every other little bit of manual labour that none of the brothers could be bothered to do before

he does note that you’re pretty good at what you do but that’s about it

until one day

you’re just pottering about in the garden outside the house of lamentation doing your angelic gardener thing when the stray cat that satan’s secretly been feeding for the past month or so comes by for its usual afternoon meal

satan has the window overlooking the garden so he quickly spots its ginger fur as well as you staring directly at it, and he immediately panics because what if you scare it away with your intimidating stature???

(yes, part of the reason satan doesn’t acknowledge you before this is because he was kind of scared of you and your muscles that he heard could punt beings out of entire realms back in your hey-day)

so he quickly dumps his book (though not without carefully bookmarking his place first) and rushes down to the garden in hopes of salvaging the situation, only to find you lying face first on the grass once again, though this time it’s not his little brother on your back

it’s the cat, who is purring like a little motor and aggressively kneading its paws against your back

satan can’t even see your face in this moment but he still basically gets cupid-shot in the heart because this is the cutest thing he’s ever seen

he has to force himself to calm down for a bit before he approaches lest he get overexcited and accidentally incur simeon’s wrath in the process

anyway after that satan makes a beeline for you every time he sees you and learns that you are an Absolute Idiot, but it just makes him like you even more

if satan was intimidated by you at first though, levi is downright terrified

you look like you could snap him in half with a single punch

he doesn’t try to talk to you at all for the first few weeks because how could he possibly find common ground to talk to you about?? you probably hunt dragons and eat rocks or something in your spare time

it isn’t until satan brings you up one day and mentions that you are incredibly dumb of the ass and probably couldn’t hurt a fly even if you tried that levi even entertains the idea of befriending you

he’s still not making the first move though

but it turns out that he doesn’t have to! one day you just show up at his bedroom door holding a giant crate of his latest akuzon haul

turns it got dropped off at the local post office after traffic problems and you volunteered to go pick it up and bring it back

anyway levi thanks you and starts unpacking his stuff, expecting you to leave in silence, but then he looks over and sees you just standing in front of his tv and staring at it

he’d been playing some battle platformer to pass the time before you showed up, and while levi himself doesn’t consider it particularly remarkable, you’re absolutely fascinated

being a gardener in the celestial realm you’ve never really had experience with this kind of thing, and you’re even more tech-illiterate than simeon, so what you’re seeing is basically like magic to you

so levi takes it upon himself to teach you as much about the art of gaming as he can in the short span of the next four hours before simeon gets home from a meeting of some kind and you inevitably immediately run off to greet him

you learn the basics relatively quickly but you’re still pretty awful at it

levi loses count of the amount of times you’ve accidentally run right off the end of the platform and fallen to your death once it reaches thirty two

it’s pretty much the most he’s laughed in, like, forever

congratulations! you have gained a new member in your party! levi will now follow you to the ends of the earth because you are the first person he feels like he can just be totally at ease around without being judged at all and just have fun with

(once, after you leave another gaming session to go cuddle with your boyfriend in the garden, levi catches himself thinking that ‘it isn’t fair that simeon gets to date him’ and has to do some serious self assessment)

mammon meanwhile has none of the reverence for you that his brother does

the amount of times he’s tried to rope you into his money-making schemes (which never work because he fails to realise that you are incapable of doing anything malicious in the slightest) is honestly just embarrassing at this point

simeon has to step in more than a couple of times because honestly mammon could ask you for your wallet and you’d probably just give it to him without another thought

that being said your wallet wouldn’t be much use because you never have any money

you just don’t understand the concept of exchanging money for goods and/or services so you never see any need for it

that being said, simeon does give you some money every time you go out into town on your own because something will inevitably catch your eye and you’ll suddenly realise that you just cannot live without it

the thing is simeon spoils you ridiculously so he always gives you way more money than would be considered a reasonable allowance

which means all mammon has to do is tag along and ask you nicely and you’ll probably buy him anything he wants

he does this a couple of times but then stops because he actually starts feeling bad about it

something just doesn’t sit right with him when he’s walking around with a bunch of shiny new things you’ve bought him with money that was meant to be spent on you while the only thing you’ve bought of your own volition is a pack of chocolate lollipops shaped like rabbits to share with simeon and luke

he may be the demonic avatar of greed but even he has a line that he won’t cross

he makes up for it by buying you things instead

nothing too expensive (he’s still mammon after all), just little things like sweets or bulbs for flowers you haven’t tried planting yet or food colouring for you to use for your candied fruits

speaking of those candied fruits, guess who loves and would probably kill a man for them?

lucifer

man may not seem like it but he has a hell of a sweet tooth

there was a bit of tension between the two of you when you first met (well there was tension from lucifer anyway) because he’d never met you like he had simeon and luke and had no idea what you were like

plus he’d heard about how you’re everyone’s favourite now back in the celestial realm and the little piece of him that still misses his life as an angel is a little petty about it

but then he interacts with you more and he realises that that favouritism is absolutely deserved

he will not admit it but he has wondered what being carried by you would feel like on multiple occasions

figures out how to read you really well which isn’t much of an achievement when you wear every single feeling you have on your sleeve but it still brings him a bit of satisfaction when he notices something that simeon doesn’t

he may be a pridey mcprideface but he is willing to give up a bit of that pride by pretending he can’t carry something heavy so that he can watch you do it

simeon acts like he doesn’t notice this but he absolutely does and he doesn’t know if he should tease lucifer about it or whack him over the head with a newspaper for it

all that aside though, much like simeon,  lucifer also thinks you’re just the cutest

he comes across you building a pillow fortress in the middle of the house of lamentation’s living room one day and is understandably like “what are you doing in my house and what are you doing with those pillows”

you explain very seriously that satan asked you for help in an apparently pre-arranged pillow fight with mammon and that every warrior needs a well-protected base of operations and offer to show him all the optimised battle features somehow recreated from nothing but cushions and blankets and chairs 

lucifer’s heart goes d o k i  d o k i

he also has experience with Big and Dumb men from dealing with both beel and diavolo (when the three of you are together it’s just himbo3) so the stupid doesn’t bother him much

speaking of diavolo (wow i am nailing all of these transitions from character to character look at me go)

this man is basically just a grown up golden retriever boy and you are a big gentle st. bernard so the two of you get along like a house on fire

you’ve seen how much this man gushes about lucifer. now imagine that times a thousand

that is how he talks about you

honestly sometimes you’d think HE’S the one dating you

simeon would probably get defensive if he didn’t get so much whiplash from their conversations about you

diavolo: “i must say, i never would have pinned [name] as being your type”

simeon, ready to Fucking Brawl: “excuse me?”

diavolo: “though i don’t blame you, have you seen his page in that book about the celestial war? the illustration does his true beauty no justice, of course, but it’s enchanting in and of itself. to be honest i’d have loved to have seen him in action during the war, i imagine it would have been quite breath-taking to see”

simeon: “…what”

barbatos is usually just there in the background during half of these exchanges and he has to seriously stiffen up his poker face to resist just bursting into laughter

the other half of the time the conversation is just simeon and diavolo going back and forth gushing about you

barbatos honestly dislikes you a bit at first

not for any personal faults of your own! it’s just that all your garden work + your very forgetful mind means that you’re often tracking dirt everywhere

it doesn’t help that diavolo keeps inviting you over to the castle for tea and a chat and half the time you leave these big footprints on the floor and he wants to cry because he just spent four hours mopping that

he mentions it to diavolo in passing at one point, who then passes the message on to simeon

barbatos kind of gets concerned for himself because he knows simeon does not take well to you being insulted (one time a demon at the r.a.d. called you an ‘unintelligent buffoon’ and he was ready to start a fist fight right then and there)

not that it was an insult, but you never know how love can blind you to reason

but simeon just assures him not to worry and tells you to remember to clean your shoes as well as changing clothes after doing some gardening

normally you’d forget being told these things within a few hours but simeon offers to give you a kiss every time you remember to do this so now you remember every single time you’re about to enter a building after doing some gardening

after that barbatos holds no ill will to you at all

he teaches you how to bake and is honestly so endeared by how clumsy you get in the kitchen

you knock an entire container of salt into the cake mix by accident because your hands are too big and you moved too fast and barbatos is just like 🥺

he low-key babies you even though he’s like an entire two heads shorter than you

you don’t mind though because getting babied by barbatos means you get given all sorts of cakes and sweets all the time

simeon isn’t sure how to feel about it but it doesn’t seem to be the patronising kind of babying (it’s more of an affectionate doting) so he lets it happen

what he doesn’t let happen is solomon’s relentless attempts to feed you his food

you are both too dumb and too nice to realise just how bad his cooking is, but simeon knows you have a sensitive stomach and are actually a pretty fussy eater - you just tend to stay quiet when something isn’t to your liking because you don’t want to complain

having had a sample of solomon’s food himself in the past, he knows that you’ll probably get sick eating it, and he doesn’t want you to be uncomfy so he refuses to let you try even a bite

it’s like he has a radar in his head that goes off every time solomon approaches you will a bowl of ‘noodle soup’ that looks more like something he’s fished out of a nuclear waste tank

solomon, when he’s not trying to indirectly poison you, is probably the guy you spend the most time with apart from simeon and luke

he’ll just hang around nearby with a spell book while you do your gardening and show you some neat little magic tricks every now and then

he tries to help with the gardening but he’s not exactly physically strong and he nearly breaks his back trying to lift a giant bag of compost

so he decides it’s probably better for him to just watch from afar

kind of wants to conduct an experiment to see just how much weight you can lift before you start getting tired

one time he sees you cut down a whole tree with one hard swat of your hand and just walk off carrying it over your shoulder and he has to take several deep breaths

luke knew you already, so not much changes while you’re in the devildom

he really wants to learn to make candied fruits the same way you do but he can never get the hang of boiling the sugar mixture to the right heat and consistency (plus he’s kind of scared of how hot it gets)

you like to just carry him around on your shoulders and while luke would normally bristle at being treated like a child, you act like this with nearly everyone

(once he sees you running around the garden with diavolo of all people perched on your shoulders, arms raised in the air like he’s on a rollercoaster ride, and he nearly passes out on the spot)

he seriously adores you and acts like a guard dog whenever he feels like any of the others are trying to take advantage of your dim-witted naïveté because NO demons are allowed to harm his big brother like that

he will also chase them off with a stick if he has to if they get too close because no being is allowed to even remotely try to disrupt your relationship with simeon 

simeon himself is no fool, and he’s well aware of the effect you have on pretty much everyone you come across, but he trusts them because they’re his friends

besides (and he isn’t being cocky or anything), it’s not like the relationship you have with them even holds a candle to what you have with him

they’ve all known you for less than a year, he’s loved you for nearly two millennia

they might be allowed take naps on your back while you work or be carried about on your shoulders, but do they get to spend every night snuggled up in your arms, feeling your chest rise and fall with every breath you take? no, he doesn’t think so

in conclusion: one day himbos like you will probably take over the world with their big muscles and unwavering loyalty and clueless grins that could make anyone’s heart skip a beat, and simeon’s pretty sure he’d be okay with it

[yandere-daydreams]

How do you think the Shiggy and Dabi would react to a student darling? (Not like in a romantic way that would be weird they’re almost all adults.) I mean like, a darling who goes to hero school but is constantly belittled due to having a “villainous” quirk? Like would they try to protect them or would they try to convince them to join them and forget about heroism?

You might’ve said ‘not in a romantic way’, but you gave me two disgusting men and an emotionally vulnerable (of age) student. There’s only so many placed my mind can go, with a prompt like that. Consider this one personal indulgence.

TW: Third-Year Reader Insert, Emotional Manipulation, Mentions of Stalking, and Quirk-Based Discrimination.

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You’d never thought of yourself as a bad person.

It was a hard thing to do, but you really, really didn’t. Your quirk was strong, the kind of all-encompassing, destructive power that’d be more fitting of a force of nature than a human being, but you knew how to use it responsibly, you wanted to use it responsibly. That was the whole point of becoming a Hero, honestly, and you were determined to go through with it, regardless of how many times your peers tried to test your resolve. Still, you tried to be nice. You tried to be helpful, and kind, and patient. Meekness was best, for people as ‘dangerous’ as you.

That might’ve been why you didn’t report it. The bullying, the harassment, those awful, awful letters…

That might’ve been why you didn’t report them.

You couldn’t have imagined they’d make a move somewhere so public. You figured you’d be safe on the afternoon train, surrounded by civilians and protected by the warm, welcoming embrace of visibility, but they seemed to disregard the watchful eyes of strangers as easily as they had all of your other defenses. You’d barely found an empty place to stand when an arm wrapped around your waist, lanky but muscular, dragging you down until your knees buckled and you were forced into a lap just as smothering as the limb that’d pulled you into it. A glance towards the pale, lithe hand, four of its fingers now pressed against your side, provided the identity of your aggressor, not that it could’ve been anyone else. You almost deflated, your shock always muted when it came to Shigaraki, but pure, unadulterated dread was swift to take its place, only made worse by the breathy chuckle soon muffled by your shoulder, Shigaraki not hesitating to make himself as comfortable as possible.

You didn’t blame him. No part of you doubted that this was going to be a long ride, and if you weren’t so stubborn, you’d grit your teeth and try to do the same.

“Let me go,” You muttered, attempting to make yourself sound more confident than you felt. It was difficult, but the constant mummer of bystanders kept you from panicking, making it easier to justify staying quiet and trying to seem as small as possible. You could only hope Shigaraki didn’t notice how quickly you’d started to shake. “Let me go, or I swear to god, I’ll rip your arm off your shoulder and beat you to death with your own fucking fist.”

“Feisty today, aren’t we?” The response came in a familiar voice, but it wasn’t Shigaraki’s. It was all you could do to shudder and throw a glare in Dabi’s direction, the man balled into the corner of the row of seat, leaning against the thin, steel wall and trying desperately to look like he didn’t know his companion. A medical mask was pulled across the bottom half of his face, but other than that, he hadn’t made an attempt to disguise himself. If you didn’t know better, you’d say he wanted to be noticed, just so he had an excuse to turn something harmless and innocent into a pile of ash. He smirked, when his eyes met yours, his lips curling upwards underneath fabric and elastic. “We’ve been through this already, yeah? You can make your little threats, but if you do so much as scream, the Handy-Man over here will do his thing, and we’ll be cleaning you off our clothes with a lint roller in less than an hour.”

“Half an hour. We’re ahead of schedule.” Shigaraki squeezed your hip playfully, as if there was some joke only the two of you were in on. Some joke he wanted you to laugh at a little too much. “But, that’s only if our favorite little sidekick is bad, right? And I’m sure we’ve gotten past the point of petty arguments.” Shigaraki paused, letting the gaze burn into the nape of your neck, urging you to nod and play along. You only scowled at the tiled floor, staying quiet. Shigaraki continued with a hollow sigh, his voice taking on a patronizing tone. “Apparently, the bitch still has some spine. Even with such a considerate offer on the table.”

“What offer?” You replied, not thinking before you spat out the question. You made a half-hearted attempt to stand, but Shigaraki just pulled you further back, refusing to loosen his hold until your back was flush against his chest. “All you two do is stalk me--”

“That makes it sound wrong, doesn’t it? Stalk ‘s just too harsh.” Dabi clicked his tongue, shaking his head. He leaned towards you, slightly, a scarred hand coming to rest on your thigh. You felt his stare as he scanned over you, lingering on your uniform before he moved on, something spiteful flashing across his expression. As if something about the blank U.A. greys and greens was enough to set him off. “We’re recruitin’.”

You didn’t indulge him a second to think, only counting the seconds until your station arrived. “And if I don’t want to be recruited?”

“Why wouldn’t you?” Shigaraki was still smug, as theatrical as he was pompous, but there was something genuine about his tone, too. You didn’t know whether to be concerned for yourself, or thankful that he believed his own mantra. “We’re you’re friends, aren’t we? Or, we’ve been hanging around you long enough to know you’re not buying into all this ‘heroism’ bullshit.” He raised his free hand, gesturing in some vague, abstract gesture as he rested his chin on your shoulder, staying just close enough to keep you on edge. “You’re strong, you know you are. You know that’s why they’re trying to hold you back, too. No one at your little Hero School cares about seeing you improve. They just want to take what you have and control it.”

You could’ve laughed. “And you don’t?”

“I never said that,” Shigaraki countered. “But, I’m honest about that. I’m not going to dress it up and say I’m helping you, like all those teachers who work you to the bone before throwing you to those lovely classmates of yours.”

You had to stop, for a moment. He wasn’t wrong. Life wasn’t easy, not with a reputation like yours. Among villains, you might’ve felt at home, you might’ve been happy. You could find friends and learn and help people, every now and then, in your own, devastating way. It wasn’t the first time you considered taking Shigaraki up on his proposal, and you were sure it wouldn’t be the last, but…

But, you couldn’t.

You were much too busy clinging to the idea that you weren’t a bad person, for that.

“Let me go,” You repeated, biting the inside of your cheek. “I’m not going with you.”

A heavy, frigid silence followed your rejection, and for a moment, you wondered if they’d finally given up. But, your hope was forced down back down as soon as it surfaced, drowned under the weight of laughter, something between a chuckle and a snort falling from Dabi’s lips in clumsy, stuttering waves, Shigaraki joining in after a second of hesitation. You made an honest effort to free yourself, this time, to get away and run, but your struggle was met with a tightened grip and more laughter, deafening laughter. As if your refusal was the funniest thing in the world.

You guessed it was, for them.

“That’s cute,” Dabi mumbled, as soon as he caught his breath enough to do so. “You still think you have a choice.”

[byeongqueen]

Keonhee SFW Alphabet

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

I think Keonhee gives affection in his own personal way. He’s probably kind of over-affectionate at times, or giving like huge hugs out of the blue.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

He’s always smiling, trying to cheer up people when they get sad for a reason or another. He’d probably give you his best Doraemon impersonation if it makes you smile even the slightest.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

A full body cuddler, he’s pretty tall, and likes to engulf your whole body with his, holding you tight.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

I think he wouldn’t be against settling down, but not that quick into the relationship. He’d cook often, but don’t let that boy near bacon, or there will be none for the actual dish.

He would split the chores with you, 50/50.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Oh my god, tears, from both of you. He’d be so sorry, not wanting to do that, but you know how feelings are, completely unpredictable.

If he were to break up because of you making a mistake like cheating, that would be a whole other story, and he would be dry, and cold as heck.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Like I said earlier, once he is sure you are the one and only, he would be aaaaaaall about commitment, but he has to be sure about him.

I don’t see him getting engaged before like 2 years into the relationship.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Gentle, but sometimes clumsy I feel like? He would never even think about hurting you, and would protect you with all his might (and all his height as well)

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Big, crushing, overwhelming, loving hugs. Has a preference for the ones where you put your head on his chest, or spooning if you both are laying down.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

He wouldn’t say it too often, but doesn’t hesitate to do it if it is in the mood. I feel like he has million other ways to show it.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Yeah, pretty jealous, but would neveeeeer tell you.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Soft, tender, like feathery touches. He always has at least one hand on you when you kiss, whether it is the small of your back, cupping your face, etc ..

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Keonhee is a curious and gentle person. He’d be good around children, but not impatient on getting his own.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Expect a lot of lazy morning on his days off. This boy can never sleep in, so he will be doing it a lot when he can. Lots of cuddling and lazy kisses involved. When you’re the little spoon, he loves to kiss the back of your neck.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

I’d see you having a lot of movie nights, either at home or at the movie theater. He likes to go outwith you as well, but getting more well known with the group, it is sometimes difficult.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

If we talk about things in the relationship, he will reveal things quite quickly, not wanting to hide anything from you, ever. And if he reveals faster, he will know quicker if you are made or each other.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Pretty patient I guess, unless someone pushes his buttons, or says something on a subject they shouldn’t have.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

He is really attentive to you and all you say, but he can’t help to forget some details, especially if he’s stressed or really tired. He often beats himself up for that, and you constantly reassure him that it’s okay.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

Probably the moment he laid eyes on you for the first time. What he didn’t like though, was the constant teasing from the boys when they noticed how his eyes were burning holes through your body.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Pretty protective, would always check up on you, be worried of your well-being.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

He would often miss anniversaries because of his hectiv schedule, but he would always try to make it up to you any way he can.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

I don’t really see it as a bad habit, but I can see him being extra hyper when he gets nervous ? Like being a bit too loud, moving as much as possible.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Pretty concerned, but I mean, his looks are a good part of his job. Not concerned to the point where he would spend hours in the bathroom though.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

I think Keonhee, once he finds his soulmate, the person he wants to keep for te rest of his life, wouldn’t be able to imagine his life without them

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Dancing, a lot of dancing, would probably try to teach you sometimes, and being always so gentle if you fail. Would want to make cute choreographies with you, just to bond even more (and also to have his hands on you, but that’s a whole other story)

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

We all know that Keonhee hates awkward silences, so I think giving him the cold shoulder when you’re upset could make him kind of mad ? He’d rather have you talk about what’s going on right away.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Clinging to you in his sleep. In all the aspects of your life with Keonhee, expect loooooots of cuddling.

[ranger-kellyn]

11 Favorite Excerpts

In honor if it being the 11 year anniversary of the first fic I ever posted, Platinum Bound, I thought I’d list out 10 of my favorite excerpts from everything I’ve posted so far, 1 from something I haven’t posted yet, and then kind of just. Talk about it~

As always, feel free to talk to me about any of my fics, no matter how old or new~ I’m very vain~<3

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1 - Come With Me - Prologue - 03/02/2015 - Completed

A day that was supposed to be filled with sorrow and mourning had turned out to be very lovely. The cold that had long persisted since November had decided to lighten its icy grip on this one day in particular. It was almost a tragedy in itself that the weather failed to match the mood by pouring a relentless downpour. Rain was fit for a funeral. Not sunshine.

The opening to Come With Me has always had a special place in my heart, and while I know my writing has gotten better since then, I always hold up this opening as like...my premium brand, I suppose.  I love the mood the prologue sets up for Siebold’s side of the story.  Mismatched weather.  His parents having the same death date.  A sense of odd relationship dynamics with them.  Clear indication that there’s going to be a lot of conflict with Jean as shown by Diantha, Siebold’d childhood friend, who has a clear disdain towards him.  CWM may not be my BEST WORK, but it’s probably one of my favorites.  ALSO....come on...the restaurant’s name is Apple of The Earth, which is a direct translation of pomme de terre, which is French for potato.  And like???? i just get a little kick out of it every time

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2 - It Takes Two - 12/16/2014 - Oneshot

Siebold chuckled.  “A water dark type?  My, my.  You’ve already put yourself at a disadvantage. Cress shook his head.  “Don’t give away your secret ingredient just yet, Siebold.  Leave something to the imagination, please,” he teased.

If there is ONE THING I LOVE it’s writing flirty banter for these two, and this fic if full of it.  My first fic for Cress/Siebold, staking my claim on the pool noodle that is this ship.  I AM the captain of this pool noodle

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3 - Second Chances - Chapter 7 - 06/14/2017 - Ongoing

“It was supposed to be me!” . . . Shaking, she stopped herself in the front hallway.  Looking over the large, glass-famed map, she felt as though she was leaving her own body as she slammed herself against it in a last ditch effort to feel something other than emotional pain.  In an effort to put a physical wound to her emotional one. 

There’s plenty of happier lines from this fic I could choose.  Ch 10 had a section I was considering instead, but I think this emotionally charged section has always stood out for me. I like to generally characterize Cynthia as someone who is in control of her emotions, or at the very least, is very good at compartmentalizing things, but here, she absolutely loses it.  No rationality.  No seeking help.  Just raw pain.  It was supposed to be me. Because it was!  It absolutely was!  In the previous chapter you learn that Diantha had fully intended to propose to her!  But was instead manipulated by her mother and manager into leaving Cynthia.  While Cynthia didn’t know that, we do, and that makes that line so much more painful to me.  I swear.  ONE DAY.  I’ll actually finish this fic.

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4 - Fortune and Fame - Chapter 1 - 03/23/2016 - Completed

“The best part of that outfit would be taking it off.” Her mouth turns into a smile. “I should think so,” she tells you.

Second person POV is a HUGE pain in the ass, but I still love this silly little fic, and I love this silly little moment EVEN MORE.  What can I say.  I love flirty banter. This whole fic was an absolute experiment, and while it certainly could be better, considering 2POV is not something I regularly work with, I’ve never been too upset with it.

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5 - Stockholm - Chapter 4 - 06/20/2016 - Ongoing

“You’re my mission and my mission alone.  I don’t need outside help,” he tells me. I catch myself about to laugh.  “Figured you would welcome it seeing as whatever you think you’re doing to me clearly isn’t working.” He moves closer, enough for me to feel the warmth of his body, but it’s only when I think he’s looking at my lips do I come to my senses, pulling my legs up to my person, and pushing back up against the wall. “I would say it’s working just fine.”

i like to think of this fic as me playing in a sandbox.  i don’t REALLY know what i’m doing, but i’m having fun, and that’s all that matters. This is a fic I had been thinking about for the longest time.  I abandoned it back in 2016.  I don’t really remember why, but I posted the first update early this year, and I just.  I’ve been loving it since.  I haven’t played in first person in SUCH a long time, it’s just nice to play in the space, and explore a darker emotion I guess.  Game verse Commander Saturn/Dawn is always a weakness of mine

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6 - Shadows of My Heart - Chapter 4 - 02/22/2011 - Completed

Looking at Kellyn, I notice that he has taken his jacket off and is now offering it to me. Shaking my head, I tell him that I can't take it, even though I would love nothing more than to take him up on his offer. He walks closer, smiling as he places his jacket over me. Now, the only thing I hear is the sound of the rain bouncing off of Kellyn's jacket, and the sound my own heartbeat. I'd have to be crazy or dead to not be blushing right now, and obviously my pulse is still going…

if you’ve followed me for a few years, you might think this is a weird pick for me.  i complain about it a lot.  i experience a lot of visceral cringe whenever i reread it (Like i did just now searching for a section i liked) But that’s why I like it.  I love having this visible benchmark of where I’ve come from, and where my ideals have shifted to.  I’ve always written Kellyn as my Ideal Man™© and in this fic he is suCH A “NICE GUY” AND IT’S JUST. SO BAD. I’M SO GLAD I’M NOT WITH THE KIND OF PERSON I USED TO WISH I WAS WITH. This fic is, at best, clumsy.  Younger me was venting a LOT of stuff. Everything I put Rhythmi through in the fic, I was dealing with irl, and NOT handling them well.  I never recommend this for reading, but I list it here because it’s like looking in a time capsule.  

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7 - Washington Blues - Chapter 2 - 04/30/2012 - Abandoned Work

Looking back up at me, the afternoon sun shines on her face.  As if I needed to be reminded that she is very pretty.  “I believe that it is too soon to be giving a definite answer, but,” she pauses to brush some hair behind her ear, “I do believe I am going to like it here.” I nod, liking the answer she has provided.  I put my pink bag over my shoulder, and step down the stairs.  “That’s good to hear.  I do hope you come to love our little band,” I say, putting a little emphasis on “our”.  Hopefully she will start using that term as well.

This fic has been abandoned since 2012, but as I was rereading it just now, I...felt a weird urge to give it a second chance?  Marching band was my EVERYTHING in high school.  It was basically my personality.  It and Homestuck.  If nothing else, I think I might give this fic a redo, because it’s something my younger self would have loved.  I had so many ideas I wanted to explore and I think it would be a fun space to explore. Just reading it I got the most tactile memories of band camp, from the sounds, all the way down to the god awful smells.  One day I’ll give this fic another go, but probably in 3rd person lmao.  Also, it’s kind of funny.  I remember holding this fic up as like.  My Magnum Opus.  I considered chapter 1 to be the BEST thing I had written up to that point. Now? It’s so fucking D RY......and no real person talks like they all do l m a o I love being able to see how far I’ve come. 

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8 - Hindsight - Sometime Feb 2014?  - Oneshot for an old RP group

This question led him to placing both of his hands in his lap.  “I would never describe her as winter.  It’s the season she hates the most.  From what I’ve gathered during our travels together, understandably so,” he answered, not meeting her eyes. 

While this fic is OLD it holds a very special place in my heart.  I had stopped writing for a while.  For about 2 years nothing I wrote ever really panned out, and joining that RP group was literally the best thing I could have done for my creativity.  It was so much fun, and I met some truly incredible people thanks to it.  Literally, everything I’ve written since I attribute to that group.  <3 I may not talk to most of them anymore, but I have some of the best memories of that time, and I just.  Genuinely don’t think I would have HALF of what I have written now if it hadn’t been for their support.  <3

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9 - Ours For The Taking - Chapter 2 - 01/28/2012 - Abandoned Work

Killing is in the nature of almost every Pokémon, but we humans have inhibited that out for the most part. It doesn't take much to trigger the instinct though. A couple kills and then they thirst for blood.

Now i know this looks like a WACK ASS PICK.  It’s been abandoned since 2012.  It’s bad.  It’s gore.  It’s bad.  But that’s exactly why I picked it.  That, and I know it would chap Farla’s ass bc she told me years ago how awful this fic was. The whole reason my writing confidence took a blow.  I can look back and know that this fic wasn’t great, but I hate for my younger self that they were knocked down like that.  You can’t learn the boundaries of your writing until you try to push them.  Maybe I could have turned into a great gore/horror writer if I hadn’t been knocked down?  Who knows?  But because of that negative experience, I now approach all comments I leave on fics with “unconditional positive regard”.  I firmly believe if someone wants con-crit they’ll ask for it, and even then, I’m not someone who is going to offer up that criticism.  That’s not my jam.  I’m just here for a good time.  This fic may be bad, but that’s why I love it.  I love how over the top, 2Edgy4me the two chapters are. 

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10 - Getaway Car - Chapter 5 - 01/01/2019 - Ongoing

Pulling away just enough to make them look at one another, Cynthia looked her over.  She was getting more drunk admissions than she ever thought she would, and she was in no frame of mind to worry about pushing her luck.  “How did that make you feel?” she asked. She let her hand trail down her arm as she spoke.  “Grounded.  Like nothing else in the world mattered except us in that moment.  I wasn’t worried about filming, deadlines, what people might say or think, or– anything, really.  All that mattered was the calm you brought me, and how without meaning to you’ve made me feel like the most important person in the room.”

It’s no secret that Getaway Car is like.  MY BABY.  This is MY FIC.  MY BABY.  I CHERISH THIS FIC FOR SO MANY REASONS. I like venting through characters, and this fic is no exception.  But I loved writing this moment specifically, because it just...I think it encapsulates everything Diantha has been looking for.  She lives a charmed, chaotic life.  Up to that point in the fic, she’s with a man who can’t really be bothered to give her the time of day, but also can’t handle the idea of letting her go.  Without meaning to, without necessarily trying to, Cynthia makes her feel like the most important person in the room.  She grounds her, and someone who lives a star-studded life needs that.  This fic is my baby.  My everything.  It’s probably what I’m known for at this point, and I’m A-OK with that because these two are my everything.  (ALSO, I specifically posted this fic when I did to get Farla to leave me a review, and had a good laugh about it when she did.  My “bat shit crazy” plot device has ended up being my most popular fic~)

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11 - Namtaflu - Chapter _ - Draft from NaNoWriMo 2019

The sound of something rising to the surface of the water attracted everyone’s attention.  Turning their eyes towards the water, one by one, countless Starmie and Staryu began to surface, floating atop the water, their bright gem center’s shining in the moonlight.  “Oh, wow,” Bianca said, holding the Audino closer to herself.  "What are they doing?” Hilbert asked, turning himself so he wasn’t having to strain to look at them.  Cheren shrugged.  “They’ve always done this.” "They’re looking at the stars,” Hilda added.  “It’s what Nona would always tell me.  She said she read it in a book somewhere.  They surface at night to look at the stars, and they’ll even start blinking here soon.”  As she said it, from out in the distance, quick flashes of red began to move along the waves, reminding both her and Cheren of fireflies from further south.  Soon enough, the entire shoreline was filled with the water pokémon blinking away at the stars, almost as if they were communicating with each other, or even something else.  A few Audino continued to sit with them, everyone moved to silence by the display, afraid to make a single noise, not wanting to scare them at all and make them stop.  The display moved in waves, like a heartbeat, ebbing and flowing.  At times they were bright enough to cast a glow onto the shore, and at others it seemed like they had collectively stopped for the night. Once Broadway and Manhattan had decided to retire for the night, the group came to an agreement that it was time they retired for the night as well.  They had stayed up long past sundown, but it had been worth every second.   

I won’t be posting this fic WELL until my three current ongoing fics are completed, but this fic is pretty much everything to me.  I first got the idea for this fic back in 2013, my senior year of high school.  I wrote the first draft my first NaNoWriMo in 2014, and did a second draft of it last year.  This fic has evolved SO MUCH, but this last draft is where I’m REALLY happy with it.  I firmly believe there’s never a “right time” to write a fic, but I also believe this fic absolutely benefited from me not posting it after that first draft.  They’re almost two entirely different stories.  The original had a lot of unhealthy relationship dynamics, and this time, i decided, FUCK THAT, and now it’s a hilda/hilbert/cheren/bianca poly fic ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ I can’t wait for the day when I actually get to share this fic with the world. 

[the-coldest-goodbye]

Halfdan (Vikings) - SFW Alphabet Headcanons

Halfdan x fem!reader

A/N: Some people seemed to like soft!Halfdan in my headcanons about him with a plus size reader, so I decided to try my hand at some more fluffy headcanons I have! Occasionally it ventures into slightly dirty territory, but not too often.

As per usual, apologies for the length. No brevity here.

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

He’s not used to showing affection, so he’s a little clumsy and awkward about it. He had never been in a serious, long-term relationship with anyone before you, so he’s still trying to learn the ropes of all of it. He’s surprisingly sweet and affectionate for someone with a reputation as being a ruthless killer. PDA would make him bashful and he’d be less likely to initiate it than you. Even little things like you wanting to hold hands with him or kissing him in front of people would make him blush. He likes it, but he just isn’t used to the attention and feels very shy being on the receiving end of any sort of affection, especially so publicly. Part of the reason why he’s a little averse to PDA is because he’s worried he’s doing it “wrong” and doesn’t want to look foolish in front of other people or embarrass you with his inexperience. He much prefers to give you physical affection when you’re alone together.

Halfdan would largely show his affection for you through making sure you’re taken care of. With him around, he always makes sure there’s food on the table, furs on the bed, and a fire in the hearth. You got a leak in your roof? He’s there to fix it. Is your hut a little drafty? He’s there to find the source of it and fix that right up. He always offers you the last of his food and walks you home at night. More than anything else, he always looks at you with love in his eyes. It’s plain to see that he’s completely smitten with you.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Your friendship with Halfdan would start with him making some snarky under-the-breath remark at a village gathering while someone else was speaking. It wasn’t directed to anyone in particular, but you heard and it made you smirk. You’d whisper something equally snarky about the person speaking back at him, which would make him quietly chuckle. After this, he would always try to sit next to you during any meeting or gathering so that you two could have a sarcastic running commentary throughout the event. Suddenly, he was always around, and that’s it. He decided he likes you, and now you’re stuck with him. He’s your friend and he ain’t going nowhere.

Halfdan has a tendency to be the Bad Influence Friend™. His idea of a good night would be something along the lines of getting absolutely wasted and stealing a cow from a stranger’s farm for the hell of it. In midst of the havoc, he would still be watching out for you, though. He likes a bit of chaos, but would never want to genuinely endanger you.

He has the reputation of being this dark, scary man, so you were surprised when you realized just how mild-mannered he tended to be in most daily situations. He would more or less become The Dad Friend™ to you. Loyal as hell. Your protector. Would make sure you’re safe and that you’re taken care of. The kind of guy who would hear that you wanted a new dining table in the near future, and then would turn up at your hut later that day with all of the materials to assemble a new table for you. “Oh, it’s no trouble at all. I just had it lying around,” he’d claim. (Liar. He got it especially for you.)

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Halfdan would initially be a little reluctant to cuddle, thinking that you wouldn’t actually feel comfortable snuggled up with a big brute like him. He would be awkward and stiff until he realized just how comfortable you’d get as you snuggled into his body. Once he saw that you were enjoying it, he would let himself relax and enjoy it as well. This level of physical affection isn’t something he’s used to, so it takes some time for him to come to terms with the fact that he’s allowed to savor it. (Honestly, he has internalized a lot of the judgments that came along with his reputation for being a bloodthirsty warrior. A large part of him feels “wrong” when he wants to bask in the softer, gentler things in life, so he has to unlearn that.)

After getting over that initial reluctance, he would have to admit to himself just how much he actually liked cuddling. It made him feel comfortable and loved, and it let him feel some softness and affection that he very rarely ever experienced throughout his life. Plus, he loved knowing that you were safe and in his arms.

He tended to be the big spoon or the one cradling you, though sometimes you could catch him wanting to be cradled in your arms. He liked having you be the little spoon with your ass pressed against his crotch (dirty fucker), but his favorite was when you would cuddle into him with your face in the crook of his neck. He liked being able to feel your breath on him.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Halfdan never really imagined himself settling down since his life had mostly been dedicated to fighting wars for his brother and he never imagined himself doing anything besides being a warrior, but that all changed when he met you. Once he begins to imagine a future with you, he knows that he wanted to settle down, or at least slow things down a bit. He would like to travel with you to distant lands, but not for raiding or for wars — just to explore, learn new things, meet new people, experience new cultures. Maybe in between your travels, it would be nice to be settled somewhere stable in Norway, in a little house on a small plot of land. He has to laugh if he thinks about it too much. He never imagined that he would be thinking about domesticity, but here he is.

In terms of cooking and cleaning, he’s pretty awful. He’s spent most of his life living out of a tent or on a ship. The times he was settled somewhere for a stretch of time, there were generally thralls to do all that stuff for him.

With cooking, he can cook to survive (hunt, clean and prepare a carcass, and cook it over a fire). When it comes to “actual” meals, like those that you’d eat in a Great Hall, he’s pretty clueless. If he settled down with you, he’d be eager and willing to learn how to cook nice dishes, wanting to surprise you with a nice meal every now and then. His main dishes, particularly meat-based ones, would turn out pretty well once he got a grasp of things like herbs and spices. His attempts at making side dishes, though, would be horrifying —  sweet and well-intentioned, but utterly disastrous nonetheless. Please don’t give this man raw potatoes. He just can never seem to fully cook them. Oh gods, they’re so crunchy.

When it came to cleaning, he wouldn’t be very mindful about cleaning up after himself, but he’d take the lead on household maintenance projects and repairs.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Halfdan is so committed to you, so if he ever broke up with you, it would only be after a lot of thinking and self-reflection. It would be torturous for him to do it. He wouldn’t throw in the rag very easily either. It would have to be something major for him to call it quits. He would probably try to work through things first with you before ending things, only seeing a breakup as a last resort.

If he ever did break up with you, he would start pulling away from you. You would notice him becoming more distant and quieter than usual. His level of distraction and lack of focus was a clear sign that whatever was on his mind was weighing very heavily on him. After you gently ask him what’s wrong, he would quietly reveal that he thinks it would be best for the two of you to end things.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Throughout his life, Halfdan had never been a relationship/commitment kind of guy, but that was because he had never met anyone that he wanted to commit to romantically. He had always been a loyal brother and a loyal friend, though, so he doesn’t take commitment lightly. Once he meets you and knows that you’re the one, he’d be ready to commit whenever, in any respect that you wanted. If you wanted an exclusive committed relationship, sweet! Want to get married? Hell yeah!

He would probably let you take the lead on that, though, not wanting to scare you off with seeming too eager to tie you down. He’d try to figure out where you were in the relationship based on little comments you’d make, but he had a hard time dealing with this coy, beating-around-the-bush thing, so he’d just wait for the both of you to be a little tipsy before having a classic “Soooo, what are we? What’s the plan here? Where do you see us in the future?” conversation with you.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

You don’t have a life like Halfdan’s, spending so many of your days on the battlefield slaughtering others and being attacked yourself, and come out unscathed. He does have the capability to be quite vicious (as his reputation obviously had to come from somewhere), but he tries so hard to be gentle and soft with you, his love. He’s afraid of scaring you off, so he puts a lot of effort into being tender and gentle with you. It’s not an easy process and not something he change immediately, but he tries very hard to get in touch with his emotions and learn how to process them in healthy, constructive ways. However, sometimes he’ll still find it hard to process some things. At these times, he’ll try to isolate himself a bit to avoid blowing up on you on accident. It takes some time and a lot of work, but he does make progress.

He can occasionally be a bit clumsy and crude with his words, and sometimes it’s a struggle for him to fully get in touch with how he’s actually feeling, but he’s also surprisingly more soft-spoken and emotionally gentle than you would have expected from a man with his reputation. Though he always claims that he’s bad with women, he’s actually pretty intuitive and good at sensing how you’re feeling.

Halfdan is surprisingly physically gentle with you for such a notoriously vicious warrior. He looks hard and intimidating, but his touch is typically soft and timid. It seems like he’s afraid of breaking you, so you have to encourage him to not be so timid and remind him that you’re not made of glass.

(I know this is supposed to be SFW, but a quick note that the only times Halfdan tends to get rough with you is during jealous, angry, or stressed sex, but it’s never too over-the-top.)

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

He’s a bit shy with hugs at first because he’s not used to them, but he quickly comes to realize just how much he adores them. There’s nothing he loves more than the feeling of you in his arms. He’s also come to enjoy the feeling of hugging you from behind in public, his arms wrapped around your waist, letting everyone know that the two of you are together. He especially loves craning his head around a bit to give you a kiss on the cheek from this angle because it makes you blush and smile.

His hugs are tight, as if he’s afraid of letting you go. He never wants them to end because nothing is better or more comforting than knowing that you’re in his arms and that nothing else matters at that moment.

One of his biggest fantasies when he’s gone on raids without you, the one that really makes him even more determined to survive and come home, is the thought of the ship pulling back up to the shore with you waiting for him on the dock, with you running up to greet him, jumping into his arms as he wraps his arms tightly around you, never wanting to let you go again.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

He says it first and he says it pretty fast, much faster than you would have expected or would have said it yourself. He had never told anyone he loved them (in a romantic sense) before because he had never felt that level of connection with anyone, so he just knew that things were different with you. If what he felt with you wasn’t love, then what was? As a viking, his life would often be at risk. He never knew for sure if he would be coming home or not after a raid or battle. He met you soon before he was leaving for a raid; and for the first time in his life, he feared the prospect of him not coming back. He told you he loved you before he left because he didn’t want to die without having said it.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

He gets jealous pretty easily. If another man tried to flirt with you, he would get angry and would scare the dude off. Halfdan is a bit insecure because he never thought that he would find love. Now that he has it, he’s afraid of losing it.

Honestly, his biggest fear is that his brother will take you away from him. Halfdan has spent his entire life doing whatever Harald wanted, and Harald would make damn sure that he would get himself whatever he wanted. For the first time in his life, Halfdan had something all of his own: his relationship with you. Over his dead body would Harald take that away from him.

When Halfdan is jealous, he becomes sullen, tense, and brooding. You could always calm him down by whispering sweet nothings to him and gentle caresses, reassuring him that he’s got nothing to be jealous of.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

His kisses start off as shy and timid, but become harder and more passionate as you continue. His really passionate kisses, when his tongue plunders your mouth and plays with your tongue, leave you so filled with lust and wanting more. He also leaves hickies all over your body. The feeling of your flesh against his lips drives him wild.

He loves it when you kiss him anywhere, but he especially has a thing for you kissing the scars that litter his body. He thinks they are ugly reminders of the violent life he’s lived, and seeing them met with such love and tenderness from you makes them a little less ugly in his eyes.

Honestly, part of the reason why he loves seeing your whole body covered in love bites is because of the contrast to his scars. His body shows records of violence and pain. Your body shows records of love and passion. He wouldn’t want you to have it any other way.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

He’s awkward and pretty terrified around children. He doesn’t know how to interact with them and is afraid that he’ll scare them with the way he looks or somehow break them. (Kids scare him more than he scares them, though.)

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

He typically wakes up early and leaves before you’re up for the day. Before he leaves, he’ll give you a kiss and tell you that he loves you.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

He’s a night owl. He’s usually up late, often drinking and swapping tales in Harald’s tent with others from their raiding group or army. You obviously were always more than welcome to join him, and you usually did because it was a fun time. However, he would also love nights in with you. Regardless of if you’re cuddling and having discussions, playing games together, or making love, it was always lovely to be alone with you.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Halfdan’s reserved and not the most confident in himself. His brother Harald has always been in charge, and Halfdan has spent a lot of his life going along with his brother’s plans. This resulted in Halfdan feeling like he didn’t really have anything of worth to say. He wouldn’t talk very much until he realized that you genuinely wanted to hear his thoughts and opinions and until he realized that you weren’t going to judge him for them. It would be a slow process for you to coax intimate details of his life out of him, bit by bit; but the more comfortable Halfdan feels around you, the more he would reveal.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

He’s not easily irritated by little things. He can be quite sarcastic and a bit of a shit-stirrer himself for the sake of a laugh, so little things roll off his back easily. It takes much larger things to make him angry, but his actual unbridled rage is a terrifying sight, one that he tries not to let you see.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

He remembers pretty much anything related directly to you or your relationship with him. For example, he’ll remember your favorite flower, the dress you saw in the market that you said you always wanted, what type of wood you wanted a new chair to be made out of, your favorite shade of your favorite color, whether or not you liked the crusty ends of a loaf of bread, the place where you had your first kiss, how you liked your hair to be braided, etc. You’re his first love, and it’s all so special and new to him. He wants to savor every bit of it.

However, he won’t remember every detail of every single thing you told him ever. For example, if you told him a story about your mother’s cousin’s daughter’s husband’s brother... yeah, no, he’s not going to remember any of that shit.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

Definitely your first kiss. It was after a supper in the Great Hall. The ale had been flowing, and you both were tipsy and in high spirits. He was walking you home, and you stopped him midway to point out how beautiful the moon and stars looked that night. In a rare moment of flirtatiousness (probably with the aid of the ale), he said, “Not as beautiful as you.” A huge, goofy grin came over your face, and you pulled him in for a kiss. His performance probably wasn’t his shining moment. It was probably a little too shy and uncertain, caught off guard, but he still saw fireworks when your lips met. As you pulled away, his face moved a little forward to chase your lips, reluctant to have them leave his. Both of you had goofy grins now. You grasped his hand and pulled him forward to continue the walk back. He had spent so long wanting you, and he was thrilled by the realization that you wanted him too.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Halfdan’s basically your bodyguard. He would make sure no one messes with you, and he would threaten anyone who harassed you. It was a time when his reputation really came in handy because no one wanted to fuck with Halfdan the Black. Oftentimes, a flash of his knife and a growled threat was enough to get anyone to leave you alone, but he would be willing to step things up if the situation was severe enough to warrant it.

He also gave you a sense of security in other ways, like walking you home and making sure you were taken care of.

Halfdan didn’t really need you to protect him, especially not physically, and he didn’t expect you to. Sometimes when other men would give him shit, be it drunken banter or an actual argument of some sort, you would stick up for Halfdan, destroying the other guy with a scathing remark. Halfdan didn’t expect it or need it, but, gods, it turned him on seeing you make an effort to protect him.

Something that also meant a lot to him would be when you would stand up against Harald so that Halfdan had the opportunity to share his own thoughts on a subject or political/battle strategy. Halfdan had spent most of his life letting Harald get away with imposing his own opinions over Halfdan’s, so you showing that you valued his opinions enough to suggest that Harald actually listen to them for a change would mean the world to him.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

He tries. Oh my god, he tries so hard... but things always seem to go wrong in one way or another whenever he tries to plan something. His heart is in the right place and it is so endearing to see him try to be romantic and to make grand gestures about his love, but things tend to go comically awry. (If he tried to bake you a cake, it would be under-cooked and soupy in the middle. If he tried to set up a little boat for a romantic trip on the water with him, the boat would sink before you even got in it. If he tried to fill your room with your favorite flower, they would end up being infested with bugs and now your room was filled with bugs.) This really upsets him because he wants nothing more than for you to be impressed with his efforts, but it feels like the gods themselves are laughing at him and making a joke out of it all.

You wouldn’t be disappointed, though. Regardless of how things went down, you would be so impressed and touched by his effort. You would always try to let him know how genuinely happy you were and how thankful you were to have someone as thoughtful and sweet as him.

Actually, your favorite thing was how he would always put so much effort into taking care of you without even realizing how much it meant to you. He seemed to naturally go out of his way to make sure you were taken care of, like making sure you had enough food or repairing the broken things around your house without you even asking him. It wasn’t something his did as a grand gesture and he didn’t even consider it to be him going out of his way, but it moved you so much to see him care so deeply about you. You would always point this out to him and let him know that you didn’t need need him to try so hard with being overly romantic. He was already enough, just in how well he takes care of you in everyday life.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Messy-ass bastard walks with his muddy-ass boots all over the clean floor. He gets water all over the place while taking a bath and doesn’t clean it up. Can he, like, maybe stop testing out the sharpness of his swords by seeing how badly the blades fuck up the furniture? The stealing-livestock-while-drunk thing was funny the first few times but it’s getting a little old and now the neighbors know who’s doing it and they’re mad, and also what the fuck are y’all supposed to do with all of these animals? You want to go to bed, but his drunk-ass buddies are still in the house and won’t stop singing.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

He had never been too concerned for most of his life, but he would feel a little self-conscious and worried about his appearance once he was with you. He’d worry. Do you think the scars that litter his body are ugly? Do you think his hair is stupid? Do his face tattoos turn you off? Does he look too intimidating? Do you wish he looked a little softer, a little handsomer? (No, you don’t. You have to reassure him that you love him exactly the way he is.)

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

As weak as it made him feel to admit it, yes, he would feel incomplete without you. He spent most of his life accepting that he would probably never find love. Now that he has it, he can’t imagine the pain of having you ripped away from him. You’ve introduced so much color and life into his world, and you have helped him start to see things from a different perspective. The thought of going back to how things were before you were around hurt too much to think about.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon.)

Halfdan can’t flirt to save his life, especially not with strangers. There’s something so awkward and unnatural about it to him. He feels a little more comfortable saying flirty or dirty things once you two are officially together, but he has no game when it comes to trying to woo someone he barely knows. Harald would try to give Halfdan tips and suggestions on things to say or do since Harald is smoother in comparison, but Halfdan just can’t get the hang of it. He’d much rather just become friends with someone and let it develop naturally into something more.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

He would hate beating around the bush and not directly addressing things. He doesn’t like things to be vague or ambiguous when it came to your relationship or how you were feeling about each other. It would give him a lot of anxiety, and he would just have to address things head-on.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?)

Halfdan is a light sleeper and also doesn’t seem to need that much sleep. He’s one of those people who never seems to sleep but also somehow never seems exhausted. How does he do it? Who knows.

[stone-hallows]

That’s Not My Name

After the war, Hermione had been among a handful of students that had returned within the walls of Hogwarts to finish their final year. Those that had mustered the courage, or realized the necessity had been so few, that they had all fit in a single classroom. A first in modern Hogwarts history to host all four houses through every class to make up for the losses in alumni they had encountered both physically and emotionally.

Finding a decent partner for most classes had become tedious, and though she had had plans to select her own, somehow, most of her professors had thought it a great idea to pair her with Draco Malfoy. Though her original thoughts had been bitter at best, it dawned on her that he had returned, just as he had walked away from the Dark Lord in the courtyard only months prior. In that moment, she realized that he was healing too, and though it didn’t solve any tension, it made her a bit more patient at his quips or the cold front he presented.

Weeks of working together, and something seemed to settle between them. It was neither peace nor reprieve, and yet, a silent understanding that they would do best to work together rather than at each other. She found in Malfoy a partner that matched her abilities as a witch on some levels. He was serious, inquisitive, and most of all, diligently meticulous in his work.

Around Christmas, the pair had found themselves alone in the Library. Everyone had left to their families, but they hadn’t wanted to return to broken homes and empty promises. Hermione’s family was still living life in Australia, and she was still debating whether or not it was safe for them to return, and though she had never asked, she could only imagine how it felt to spend any time among the walls of Malfoy Manor.

Instead of prying, they had poured themselves in Potions texts and spent a good portion of the night studying. At some point the books had been cast aside, and they had talked of quidditch and books they enjoyed, of possibilities for their respective futures, and as they had stood and marched towards the hall, one of them, or perhaps both had noticed the mistletoe. There had been hesitation and blushing, averted gazes and a kiss. It had been clumsy and filled with giggles, but it hadn’t ended. A hand had brushed a soft cheek while the other found a mass of bushy brown hair. Nothing had ever prepared either of them for such an event, or for the breathless look of longing they shared afterwards before awkwardly leaving for their respective common rooms.

Study halls and classes had become awkward afterwards, but Hermione had had a taste of something she’d never felt before and she wasn’t ready to let it go. She’d done the whole speaking through people with Ron, and after everything she’d gone through, there was still some Gryffindor bravado to her, and day after day, she had tried to corner him until fate had them both pacing the corridor for the room of requirements.

“We need to talk about what happened during Christmas,” she had told him.

Draco sneered. “It was nothing. Stupid even. Just get over it.”

“I’m not asking you marry me, Malfoy.”

He pretended to gag. “Good.”

Taking a step forward she reached for his shirt as though she were going to punch him again.

Despite himself, Draco cowered back slightly before composing himself. “Go on then,” he said, chin in the hair. “Think you can reach a second time?” Part of him wanted to be hit, to trigger every last one of her buttons. If she was angry, it would stop, all of it would stop and he could go back to his normal life.

Hermione flushed a deep shade of red, hand falling at her side. Instead she smiled as she looked up at him, tongue slicking over her lips as a thought the likes she never would have entertained before crossed her mind. It was wrong, but she didn’t care anymore, he was putting a whole lot of effort into ignoring what had happened, and she didn’t believe his disdain anymore. Rather than fight him she pulled him down and lifted herself to lay one on him. It was morally wrong on so many levels, and yet, she didn’t care. For once, she was just going for it, consequences be damned.

“You bit me,” he hissed pulling away, watching her with his steely gaze.

Hermione met his stare with all she had, fingers brushing her lower lip. “That’s my blood you git,” she reminded, but before she could say anything he was kissing her again.

It was different from Christmas, ravenous even, but she couldn’t stop either. Her back met the wall, trapped between the Slytherin and the castle, breath shallow as she met his motions with a fierceness of her own. Hermione was no man’s meat, and definitely not Draco’s. He wanted things rough, she would retaliate every needy motion with one of her own.

With three angry paces, and the impudent lack of patience of youth, they managed to open the room of requirements, finding something between the Dumbledore’s Army meetings, and the piles of things room Draco had used that one year he refused to speak about. It hadn’t mattered, they had entered and slammed the door behind them, tangling limbs and locking face as though their lips should be as sealed as every secret in their past. His hands traveled over her body as her back met another wall. Before she could return the favor his hand was between her legs, causing unintelligible coos to escape her instead of a refute. She’d tried to reach for him in return, but he was throwing her down on a pile of cushions, tearing through her robes to settle between her thighs.

“Oh God,” she sounded, reaching for a pillow under his ministrations, trying not to give him the satisfaction of screaming out beyond the statement.

Draco stopped and as he did, Hermione watched his angered features with confusion.

“What’s wrong?” she asked in a breath.

“Who’s….God?” he asked, trying to play it off as casual.

Hermione blinked and pressed her lips together. There was no way to stop herself from laughing. “An invisible man in the sky muggles pray to when they have a complete loss of control in their lives.”

“No seriously, who is God?” he demanded, cheeks flushed in his aggravation that she would laugh at him. The situation was enough to make him feel ridiculous, but having her call out some other guys name? He knew she had poor standards, but truly, how many bad decisions had she made?

“It’s honestly the muggle equivalent to calling out to Merlin,” she said in all seriousness, feeling rather bad. “Wait….are you…jealous?"

“No,” there was venom in the single word, and a huffiness to his composure.

For a moment they just sat in silence as Hermione tried to explain the concept of God, and though she herself wasn’t a Christian by any means, had found herself using the expressions out of habit. Though he listened, his questions were rather pointed and amusing. Hermione wanted to cry so much she wanted to laugh, but did her best to remain patient. Insults aside, she definitely did appreciate his callous responses and under different settings might have even cheered them on.

“So you’re saying I’m a god?” he asked, now more inclined to appreciate the reference as it was explained through worship and might, definitely traits he could relate to. Leaning towards her again, he trailed kisses down her cheek again. “An invisible man in the sky? No wonder my parents hated muggles,” he mumbled.

[bellamysgriffin]

future fics

here’s just a bullet point list at what’s coming next, in the general order they’re coming, most are gmw

five times riley matthews fell for maya hart and one time maya hart fell for riley matthews (gmw) : what it says on the tin. fell is meant literally. 

i can do that (gmw) : little kid!zay. his dance origin story. 

waiting for you (gmw): uhhh this is kinda the opposite of a josh/maya fic, it’s sorta lucaya, but it’s more so just about maya’s character

dear future husband (gmw): how riley lowered her expectations after dating mishaps, and how farkle slowly started to build them back up again

[request]

end of a love affair: maya getting over lucas, and the relationship they never really had. 

amy/rory one shot (dw) - unknown

[miscellaneous au]

alison (gmw): lucas/maya, future high school reunion au. songfic to alison by elvis costello

maybe (gmw): lucas/maya at the end of a painful relationship. they still love each other, but it’s not that simple. maybe it’s time to let go. but maybe...

[request]

like i’m gonna lose you (gmw): lucas/maya, you never really know how much time you have left. lucas and maya decide to make the most of theirs.

missing you (gmw): clique six friendship fic, maya centric. every time maya feels herself falling, she turns to her friends. and in the end, she always comes back to riley. 

[request]

[miscellaneous au]

coat of many colors (gmw): little kid!maya, involves cute katy/maya moments and maya having pride in her family

[request]

it’s gotta be love (gmw): lucaya au, lucas wakes up at some unknown apartment, head pounding from a massive hangover. all he remembers is this girl, not her name, just her, and wow, why are his knees weak all of a sudden?

[miscellaneous au]

miserable at best (gmw): set after lucas and riley break up but maya is still hung up on josh, and even though he’s finally realized he wants her, all he really wants is for her to be happy, even if that means he’s miserable

[request]

all shades of blue (gmw): yes, another lucas/maya, lucas helping maya heal. she wants to sink into her sadness. he won’t let her. 

[miscellaneous au]

[request]

i’ll follow you into the dark (gmw): actually the angstiest lucas/maya fic ever, cancer!au

[miscellaneous au]

[request]

you (gmw): yes, bite me it’s another lucaya fic, okay?

[request]

learn how to fight (gmw): letter from lucas friar addressed to maya hart - never sent

[miscellaneous au]

over you (gmw): lucas and maya both trying to get over each other. not canon compliant. 

people will say we’re in love (gmw): the only fluffy fic i will ever write. people are starting to notice maya and lucas getting closer, and they don’t like it. 

tie a yellow ribbon round the ol’ oak tree (gmw): farkle is coming to see if riley might just want him back again. if she does, she knows what to do. she knows where to find him. if she doesn’t, well, it’ll be his fault. 

requests under the cut! (always open, but may not be done in a timely manner)

"I will never apologize for saving your life, even if it costs me my own.” Amy x Rory or Lucaya.

could you do Riarkle, where Farkle tries to save Riley from a dangerous situation, but she gets seriously hurt despite his efforts and Farkle blames himself for it?

Rilaya — "Why are you avoiding me?"

1: “Come over here and make me.” Riarkle please :)

Riarkle, “I think I’m in love with you and I’m terrified.”

Lucaya, “I wish I could hate you.”

“Kiss me.” Lucaya

“I thought you were dead.” Claire/Charlie please!

Romione “I thought you were dead.” !!!

Amy and Rory, right after Amy get sent back by the angel to Rory (you might've already done this one) :)

Riarkle + their first major fight (angst and fluff please)

Angsty Romione not long after the battle of hogwarts

Tenrose — Tentoo and Rose adapting to life after Journey's End

Topanga finding out she's pregnant (w/ Riley not Auggie, so when they were quite young) and telling Cory

Romione angst and fluff — The two dealing with nightmares and PTSD

Angsty Corpanga — Topanga's feelings/POV during the Lauren triangle

I'm watching A Town Called Mercy right now & I can't help thinking they could've added some small Amy and Rory scenes into the episode, can you do something with that?

"I like watching you. When you laugh, when you smile, when you’re passionately engaged in something you enjoy.” Amy x Rory

"You can’t tell me that all this time spent together has meant nothing to you.” Amy x Rory

"Remember what happened last time we played this game? I’m still looking for my dignity.” Either Amy x Rory or Lucas x Maya

"Stop borrowing flowers out of my garden to woo people who don’t even treat you right.” Lucas x Maya

“I did this all by myself. Can’t you be proud?" Amy x Rory

"You are small and full of anger.” Lucas x Maya

"I know I said I trust your judgement, but I’m thinking that maybe I shouldn’t." Lucas x Maya

“I could eat these cookies for the rest of my life.” Amy x Rory

"It took me a year to figure out how much you meant" Riarkle please xx

I have you shoved against the wall but now I can’t stop looking at your mouth/We’re hiding from the authorities and it’s very close quarters in here, I can feel your body against mine/We were pretending to be lovers but I’m not pretending anymore and I have to know if you feel the same way/you’re my clumsy roommate and I’m a nursing/med student and am constantly patching you up under the guise of ‘gaining experience’ but I just really like taking care of you/touching you - any for Amy/Rory :)

“I just want you to let me in, babe.” “Okay, I see that you’re trying to be romantic, but listen, I would. The door’s jammed.” For Lucaya

Things you said while I cried in your arms. Riarkle

can i request one in Riley's point of view (there isn't so much of that) like how she start to notice her feelings, maybe a confesion of her part at the end

I'd really like to see you write another zayadora something. If you could include something about the reasons why zay likes her, that would be amazing. Some possible prompts would be established zayadora facing heading off to college, an angsty school dance piece where zay can't help feeling jealous of Farkle, or zay asking Smackle out for the first time.

Riarkle: Riley realizes she's in love with Farkle during the worst day of her life.

"Look at me-- just breathe, okay." for Riarkle.

lucaya prompt where they set riley and farkle up after smarkle & rucas both break up, and then stay and spy on them throughout their date.

lucaya prompt where maya loves lucas and is all freaked out because commitment issues and hope is for suckers and lucas tells her he loves her first and maya is like wooosh thank god i love u too babe

okay so just because i love you and your writing so very very much, i've got a lucaya prompt for you: it's senior year of high school and maya's working really hard to get her grades up, to get into her dream school, and eventually an application comes at last minute saying she got into to whatever the dream school was, maybe nyu or brown, and lucas is there with her to open it because she's so nervous and her hands won't stop shaking and she asks him to open it for her and JUST FLUFF PLEASE

Riarkle: Riley and Farkle has a huge fight and Farkle refuses to talk to Riley. This is a story of Riley doing everything she can to get him to forgive her.

“I don’t know where I am. Help me” for Riarkle please. I love your writing btw!!

Riarkle Prompt: Rucas and Smarkle is broken up. Riley realizes her feelings for Farkle. She has been making advances towards him for several weeks now, but Farkle has failed to notice. The Farkle gets sick and Riley does everything she can to take care of him.

“I heard you scream. Nightmares again?” Riarkle

“Hey. Just look at me. Breathe.” Riarkle

“Hold my hand. You’re going to be fine.” Riarkle

“I could just use a hug.” Riarkle

Riarkle Prompt: Farkle notices that Riley has been off lately and he tries to get to the bottom of it by asking non-stop questions. Riley tries to answer as best as she can, but she can't tell him the real reason she's upset. Riley is in love with Farkle and he is seemingly interested in someone else.

“I’m at the hospital.” Lucaya, Maya is hurt

“Don’t touch me!” Lucaya

Riarkle prompt please. "I miss you, not the i haven't seen you in awhile kind of miss you, but the I wish you were here at this very moment kind of miss."

Riarkle prompt: Riley giggles when she's nervous and lately she's been giggling a lot around Farkle.

Farkle has been working a lot lately and Riley is starting to feel as though maybe Farkle isn't as interested in her, so Riley asks for the help of Smackle to try to get his attention.

Right when Farkle finally decides to give up his feelings for Riley, Riley decides to show Farkle how much she loves him.

scorbus' first kiss?

jiles, jax realises he likes miles and starts avoiding him bc he doesnt know how to handle it, but miles gets confused and hurt that his best friend his avoiding him until bianca points out why...

can you do me an angsty as hell peraltiago one? maybe one where jake is working on an emotionally exhausting case (something to do with a kid maybe), and he breaks down and amy comforts him??

Zayadora: Smackle meets parents or first date ask out or college goodbyes or typical hangout

Lucaya prompt- They go to the Carnival together for their first date and have a good time.

“Oh geeze, is that all my blood? Crap. Okay. Cool. I’m not panicking. Uh, shoot. Wow.” (peraltiago, this dialouge is ssooo jake)

“I’m worried about you.” lucaya

Riley starting to think Farkle will never ask her out especially when he starts being really friendly towards a new girl in his science club.

“Do you think that this was a bad idea?” + lucaya

“Do me a favor and never talk to me again. We’re done.” + lucaya

Could you write me some zayadora? I'm not particular about the prompt, but these ones did remind me of them. “I’ve heard it said that people come into our lives for a reason.” “Never lose your heart, use your head!” “I was lost in your spell.” “I believe there’s something in you.” “How can I resist you?”

Imagine Person A in a situation where they have to die so that Person B can live. A is only able to overcome their fear of dying by thinking of B’s smile, and how they’d be protecting it with their sacrifice. A dies peacefully - that is, they would have, if they didn’t suddenly realize how they’d never be able to see B’s smile again. → doctorrose

isadora/riley

For the I love you prompts can you do a lucaya with a shuddering gasp and/or with a whisper in the ear maybe make them kind of sexy