#awkward otp

[tiny-librarian]

During the alarm for the life of the Queen, regret at not possessing an heir to the throne was not even thought of. The King himself was wholly occupied with the care of preserving an adored wife.

The Memoirs of Madame Campan

[louinette]

I love everyone's reactions "yeah we get it yall are trying to boink but can you shut up? we're in church!"

mean while their having their own version of 'dirty talk' aw sweet nerd babies.

The King is taking constructive steps towards consummating his marriage

[draw-the-squad-like-this]

Draw your OTP like this

[seeminglydark]

An exercise in facial expressions and also a tiny little behind the scenes comic that expands on John and Caro’s meetcute in my webcomic Seemingly Dark, but is also pretty cute on its own. All you need to know is they haven’t seen eachother in 7 years, Caro’s back in town, John is avoiding them cuz World Famous Celeb he has a crush on, until they get possessed and puke on him. He’s kind enough to take them back to his flat, clean them up and face the fact that there was a time this cute person was his highschool sweetheart.

✨And it’s a little bit awkward.✨ Read the original scene here on Webtoon or Read Mil-Liminal which is just about their romance and ghosts here!

Caro and Johnny are from my webcomics Seemingly Dark and Mil-Liminal!

[lunarharp]

more phoenix wright situations

[leaderpinhead]

Jamil - Modern Dating (For Awkward Couples)

Prompt: Claw

Yuu didn’t say anything, but Jamil caught her glancing at the crane machine in the corner several times. He had noticed the machine when they entered the small cafe near the wharf. He gave it just a cursory glance though, frowning at the oddly shaped green humanoid dolls inside the machine. 

The distraction of the machine was so obvious in their stilted conversation that Jamil finally sighed. “Do you want me to win you one of those ugly things?” 

Yuu’s eyes snapped to him. Her cheeks ballooned with a hint of red. “They’re not ugly. They’re cute little green aliens with their little antennas and space suits. Idia has a whole collection of them, but he refused to tell me where he got them.” 

Jamil almost frowned at the mention of another boy on their supposed “date.” “Knowing Idia, he likely bought the set online. I doubt he’s been off campus long enough to discover a random crane machine in a random cafe in Craneport.” 

Yuu’s eyes strayed back to the crane machine. Her whole body turned in the booth to make her staring less strenuous now that Jamil had called her out on the behavior. “I don’t know. He seems pretty confident with his crane machine skills. You know they have one in Ignihyde’s lounge.” 

Jamil lost the fight against his frown. “No, I did not know. Why would they have a crane machine in their lounge?” 

“They use it like a vending machine and put all their junk food in it. They have these little tokens they use to operate the machine.” 

“That sounds like a waste of resources.” 

“They say it’s a modern version of hunting. It takes a lot of precision and strategy to grab a tiny candy bar with the claw.” 

Jamil snorted. “I doubt it’s that difficult. They just want an excuse to avoid the other vending machines on campus.” 

Yuu sighed and turned back to the table. She picked at the napkin she had already torn apart. “You’re probably right. Idia says most crane machines are complete scams anyways. The average person can’t win any prizes because they don’t understand the weight distribution of the items versus the area of claw coverage. Definitely not something I could win.” 

Jamil rolled his eyes at the obvious bait. He had heard enough from Najma about the way she had manipulated the boys in her own grade to do her bidding. Jamil wouldn’t be so easily tricked 

Yuu slid out of the booth and headed to the crane machine. “I’m going to try anyways.” 

Jamil choked on the sip of water he had just taken. Struggling through a coughing fit, Jamil stumbled out of the booth to follow her. She was already stuffing her coins into the machine slot when he caught up to her. “Wait a minute! Don’t waste your money on this thing.” 

Yuu grabbed the machine’s joystick and placed her forehead directly against the glass. “I won’t be stopped, Jamil. The little green aliens call to me.” 

“That’s your weird fixations calling to you.” 

“They want to go home with me.” 

“I’m questioning why anyone would want to go home with you.” 

Yuu’s lips pursed as she focused on maneuvering the mechanical claw. Jamil sighed and leaned against the glass to watch her. The claw barely nudged one of the small toys on her first try. She was already putting more coins into the slot before the claw returned to its starting position. With each failed attempt, her pout became more pronounced, her cheeks ballooning a bit more and a deep crevice appearing between her brows. She mumbled quiet curses after the first few tries, alternating between cursing the machine and cursing “Idia’s big stupid flaming head.” The lighthearted music from the machine didn’t help, cheerfully dinging when an empty claw opened over the chute. 

Jamil silently watched. He waited for Yuu to admit defeat and turn to him for help. The longer she struggled, the more amused he became. Eventually, her supply of loose change came to an end, and she patted down all her pockets like she didn’t quite believe her lack of coins. She silently stared at the machine, tapping her fingertips against her thigh in a silent pattern. 

Jamil sighed and straightened from where he leaned against the machine. “Are you finished?” 

Yuu tapped her fingers a few more times before turning on her heel. “I can come back next weekend and try again.” 

“Next weekend?” 

“I should have my next round of allowance by then. If I budget right, I’ll have enough thaumarks left over after buying Grim’s tuna and a few other necessities to try again.” 

Jamil shook his head. “You could probably find each of these toys online for less than what you’ll waste on this machine.” 

Yuu pinned him with one of her deadpan stares. “I’m not about to let Idia beat me at survival.” 

Jamil’s eyelids drooped to match her stare. “This has nothing to do with Idia. You just want the toy." 

“I’ll save them all from their imprisonment.” 

Jamil shook his head and silently followed her back to the table. When Yuu excused herself to the restroom later, Jamil snuck over to the crane machine with the intention of winning one of the toys before she returned. He was on his third round when Yuu appeared at the side of the machine. He didn’t have a chance to be embarrassed when she pressed her face right up against the glass and pointed. “Move the claw a little to the right.” 

Jamil and Yuu spent the rest of their time at the crane machine, switching places between games to help guide the claw into the right position. Jamil frowned at his lighter coin purse while Yuu stared at the one alien trophy from their dozens of attempts. Before Jamil could make a snippy comment, she smiled and held the alien out to him. “He looks like an avocado, so I’m going to name him Cado.” 

Jamil refused to look her in the eye the entire bus ride back to the campus until he was absolutely sure the heat in his face had dissipated. 

[evenceflux18]

Wybie: Wow these dumplings taste so good!

Coraline: usually, Kubo said they're called "Siomai" like "shao mai"

Wybie: ohhhh, that word makes sense

Coraline: huh? The shao mai? Why is that?

Wybie: I "shao mai" love for you.

Coraline: .......

Wybie: eyyyyyyyyy cringy moments-

Coraline: *slowly accepting that his "jokes" is affecting her*

[realmothchu]

a drarry wedding in an everyone lives au is basically a Black family reunion 😭

[bisamwilson]

Okay, fun SamBucky ask game!! Send this to five other people to keep it going ✨ Say one of your favorite things about SamBucky, your favorite SamBucky headcanon, or write a tiny microfic. Have a wonderful day!! 💕

Sam is proud to say he doesn’t flinch when he comes home to find the Winter Soldier on his couch.

The lights are off, the sun’s gone down, and Sam probably would’ve missed him if he hadn’t noticed his barbecue sauce missing from the top of the fridge of all things.

He should probably ask why the world’s deadliest assassin is sitting cross-legged on his couch, his hair tied back in a low bun and wearing one of Sam’s henleys and a pair of his old army sweats in a way that tells him he’s probably been staying here for a few days while Sam had been out searching the world for him with Steve. Instead he asks, “Did you use all my barbecue sauce? It’s polite to replace things you use if you’re gonna stay at someone’s house, you know?”

The Soldier looks up at him and shakes his head, wrinkles his nose, and Sam thinks maybe he should start calling him Bucky in his own head. “I put it in the fridge. It goes bad when you leave it out like that once it’s open.”

Sam blows a puff of air out of his nose, amused but not willing to laugh just yet. “Are you my roommate now? Any other habits you don’t care for?”

Bucky shakes his head again, just slightly enough for Sam to barely catch it in the dark. “You have a comfortable couch.”

Sam sighs and goes to the hall closet to get him a blanket. He wonders if being the retired fist of HYDRA makes enough to split rent 50/50.

[galedekarios]

[rosetyler42]

Here's some adorkable Drericka based on an Imagine Your OTP post from @littlewhispersofsolitude I found a while back where the person is greeted by their crush and tries to think of something not creepy to say, only to say "I like the way your face is."

It just...seemed like them. XD

Original:

@lovelylivelyv @black-ak9 @hotelt-resurrection @serial-serializednovelreader @ssleeping-in-a-coffin @deathfangirl9 @wingingfromthezing @ebevkisk @twinklecupcake @kittyball23

[beomiracles]

my teacher just called me.

no like she deadass called my phone. WE HAVE NOT YET HIT THIS BASIS LOVE.

[kazoosandfannypacks]

Favorite ship trope: Awkward Jock X Cool Nerd

(this is not my own idea; shoutout to the mml fandom for making me aware of it)

[draw-the-squad-like-this]

Draw your characters like this

[duckflyfly]

I like the smell of your shampoo. I like being in your arms.

[civilight-eterna]

How's about some Skadi and Irene, I'd love to see them interacting

Someone is singing.

Irene slowly wakes to this realization, but allows her eyes to fall closed again as she listens.

Clarion, somber, and otherworldly, it lilts through the air.

She remembers doing something like this a very, very long time ago; reading her scriptures by candlelight, laying her head along the open pages, about to drift off, and then hearing her father come into the room. She would pretend to be asleep as he picked her up and carried her to bed and tucked her in.

Just as she is wondering why she's in bed and why she feels so comfortably lethargic, the singing stops. Someone has come in.

"Don't stop on my account! Just wanted to check up on the brave little birdie...Huh...? Oh, alright, I'll keep it down." In a whisper, Laurentina adds, "She's recovering well though?"

"Yes. She woke up a little while ago and is pretending to be asleep."

Mortified, Irene winces and draws the covers up over her head as Laurentina begins to laugh.

"S-Skadi...! If you knew, then-why not say so!?" Irene bemoans from under the covers.

"Because it was cute."

Skadi's reply makes her dearly, incredibly thankful that she can't see the scarlet flush rising in her cheeks. She starts to curl her legs towards herself, but a hand catches her ankles through the sheets and holds her.

"You're not supposed to move around too much." Skadi squeezes her ankles like she's less a human woman and more like a trout she just snatched out of water. "You got hurt during the skirmish."

"You were very brave. I wanted to ask what you'd like from the cafeteria? You too, Orca."

Irene slowly peeks out of the blanket until just the top of her face is visible.

"...Something sweet. Please?"

"You know what I like, Shark."

Laurentina sighs and opens the door, twirling her skirt as she turns to leave.

"Honestly, why do I even ask...? Very well. But no complaints now. Rest well, birdie!"

Laurentina leaves them and after a moment, Irene relaxes into the sheets again.

"...You know," She entreats shyly, "you...don't have to stop singing. If you don't want to, that is."

Skadi's expression is still as undisturbed water, before a ripple of a smile teases the corners of her mouth.

Irene is stunned. It is a mysterious, lovely thing to behold.

"...You liked it?"

"...Very much."

"Alright. I'll sing for you."