#i too would fall for you boiiii

[sevikellsss]

WAIT UR A DANCER I JUST REMEMBERED OK SO WHAT ABOUT athlete sevika who has to begrudgingly start taking dance classes to get better foot work x dance instructor reader who usually teaches beginning ballet to kindergarteners and now has to teach the grumpy, world renowned athlete sevika ahahaha

HAHA THIS IS A FUN LITTLE CONCEPT🤣🤣

• sevika would definitely be grumpy learning to dance at first, especially if she was an athlete.

• i could see her being a basketball player of some sort, maybe doing rugby or american football too.

• OMGGG if she did american football she'd be EXACTLY like the footballers in The Game Plan, having to learn and perform the ENTIRE swan lake show with months training.

• in her first session she would be stumbling around, trying to balance in releve, and losing her balance everytime.

• she'd fall and as you laughed she'd grunt, huff and puff, sitting down, wondering what she did to deserve this.

• it would be a long process for her but eventually, she would get there through blood sweat and tears.

• by the end she'd look JUST about presentable on a main stage.

taglist: @myrkkymato @xthescarletbitch @yer-boiiii

[thatfoxnamedfinley]

That shout into the wind aka Golden Son thoughts

Holy FUCK

it got worse and better at the same time

SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT LETS GOooOOoOoooOo

Holy fuck

holy ACTUAL fuck

I was up listening to my audiobook until 6:30AM because I could NOT stop

Here my dumbass thought that the last hour would be CALMING. It would be able to SLOW DOWN from all the non stop action of the book.

Ok ok ok lemme start with other thoughts first before the clusterfuck that was the end of this book.

Karnus au Bellona had one of my favorite quotes of the book. He and Darrow are speaking to each other (I also love that if you paid attention here, Karnus gives the hint about the assassination attempt that Octavia was planning to let happen here) at this party thing. Darrow asks why Karnus wants to kill him despite having everything and Karnus responds that Darrow has dishonored his family. Darrow's like "Pfff so it's pride? Pride is but a shout into the wind." And Karnus responds with, and let me get my papers. It reads as follows *stacks papers and reads*

"I will die. You will die. We will all die and the universe will carry on without care. All we have is that shout into the wind. How we live. How we go and how we stand before we fall. So you see...pride is the only thing."

And I'm sitting here squinting at my ceiling like DAMN bro that's a fucking LINE.

OH OH AND HOLY FUCK WHEN DARROW HUMILIATES CASSIUS!!!!

"AND I CLAIM THE SWORD ARM OF CASSIUS AU BELLONA."

I was slightly confused because Darrow's training with Lorn was off screen so when Darrow was twirling with the Willow Way I was like WAIT WHAT??? But boiiii Cassius BUH BYEEEEE. I know that will be a problem later but...still. I'm happy to live in my bubble for at least the remainder as I type this before I start Book 3.

Roque. *folds hands on table*

I....get it, I suppose. Still don't like it, still disappointed. It's hard to blame Darrow even though he was warned to make amends. Mostly because Darrow has major trust issues and the more bad things that happen with betrayals (Tactus, Jackal, Roque. I'd say Pliny too but we never liked Pliny and he wasn't a friend, so.) it's only going to reinforce that.

Don't get me STARTED on Mustang. Like WOMAN. You're up Darrow's ass day and night 25/8 466 days a year to tell you about the truth and he does and you're like

The one time I didn't like her. I was like BITCH STOP IT. JUST STOP IT. DARROW PLEASE TELL ME ABOUT YOUR DARKNESS SO I CAN ACCEPT YOU FULLY. OH WAIT NO NOT THAT DARKNESS NOOOOOO DARROW HOW COULD YOU

like pls stop

I kinda want him to be with Victra. I love her. I actually shouted when during the battle her mother turned the ship around and switched sides and Victra's ship released the Telemanus war party into the Bellona fleet. I was like HOLY FUCK VICTRA IS MY ACTUAL QUEEN. SHE IS IN FACT THE MAIN CHARACTER. I just love her and wish she was Darrow's wife in arms. Those two would be BAD.

Tactus. Sigh. Poor guy but fuck him. GENUINELY poor Tactus but also genuinely fuck Tactus.

SEVRO AND DARROW'S SCENE WHEN THE BURDON LIFTS OFF HIS SHOULDERS THAT SEVRO KNOWS AND STILL IS THERE TO HELP HIM

phhewwwww I almost cried. ALMOST.

And now we come to my baby child. My sweet sunshine. The light of my life. Ragnar. Our sweet baby boi Obsidian. Our Stained.

So many amazing moments with him. Truly. His actual fear when Darrow sits with him in that freezer and tells him he is free. And Ragnar is like "?????? YOU SHAME ME ??????" That like he really sees freedom from a Gold's service as a shame upon him because of how the Obsidians have been used in history. Which by the way, is disgusting. I have a huge love for Obsidians because of their past and how they were culled and used and taught to see the Golds as gods. And here comes Darrow trottin' up like "yo so uh, we're all the same, i was born in the dirt and oh I'm a Red and uhhh you're free and uhhh choose your own destiny. ok bye!"

And Ragnar is like

When he gives Ragnar the Razor? Don't touch me. Him somehow slinking around UNHEARD and being Darrow's bodyguard? I live. Him threatening Mustang from the darkness, saying that Reaper is too important to the people to be killed, that he lives for his sisters and his brother and his two fathers and his mother and that Mustang has 10 breathes before he ends her life?

ICONIC.

I hope he lives a long, prosperous and beautiful life.

"Tell all who will hear; The Reaper sails to Mars. And he calls for an Iron Rain." GOOOOOOSSSIIEESSSSS. I had GOOSEBUMPS BITCH

Ok. Let me calm down. *wipes a single tear away with thumb*

It's the end, I said. The war is OVER, I said. It was fought, I said. Darrow will be adopted and will be a step closer to the top and he-

Wait, please don't say that Pierce Brown. Please don't tell me the dude who just gave Lorn a drink has "a familiar walk". WHO IS THAT. WHO IS IT. NO N ON O WHO IS THAT TELL MEEEE

And then the fan was hit by literal shit. The shit didn't hit the fan, the fan was hit by shit.

Roque? Betrayal. Jackal? Betrayal (wasn't shocked, but how long a game Jackal played to get Darrow was commendable because his "long concealed hate filled smile" he gave Darrow I was like DAMN bro he got us). Nero? Shot in the fucking face. Lorn? Stabbed and head cut off. Ares? Decapitated in a box. Darrow? Paralyzed, traumatized and taken. Great. Just great. Fabulous. Stupendous. Ideal. Warranted. Understandable. Un-traumatizing. Calming, in fact.

aRE yOU FUCKinG KIDDING Me?!?!??!?!?!?!?!?!??!?!?!?!??!!?!?!?!?!?!!??!?!!??!?!?!?!?

HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO GO TO SLEEP LIKE NOTHING HAPPENED AFTER THAT MY HEART RATEkar IS AT 120, BITCH

MY FIGHT OR FLIGHT IS ACTIVATED

MY AMYGDALA IS FIRING AT THE SPEED OF SOUND

I'm scared to read Book 3. I'm frightened. I lost 14 days off my life from the last hour of this book. Is it even worth the torment? Is it worth the pain? Probably.

Just....let me be dramatic for a few hours.

Then I'll pop in Book 3 and probably cry harder

I SWEAR TO FUCKING GOD IF THEY TOUCH RAGNAR I WILL BE DEVASTATED

Then again knowing this book series he's going to die for sure

I'm scared

[alteredcore]

.

[lovingvalentines]

Late response but I just saw your mention lol

Can you do grusha x reader relationship headcannons?

YES, MY FAVORITE ICE BOY!!! I'M GIVING Y'ALL GRUSHA STANS SOME FOOD TONIGHT BOIIII

WHEN MEETING:

❆ You met when you first started snowboarding. He saw you off in the distance, you were wobbling and having a hard time doing it by yourself.

❆ He decided to come along and help you, he liked helping rookie snowboarders, but there was something about you that he found so appealing.

❆ You had a hard time with it at first, but with Grusha's help, you managed to become a pro snowboarder in no time!

❆ During that time, you and Grusha found yourselves slowly falling for each other.

❆ Grusha honestly loved how innocent you were about everything he found to be stale. It was refreshing to say the least.

❆ Whenever you would look at him with your beaming smile over the littlest thing, he couldn't help but feel the ice in his heart melting.

❆ He loved you with all of his heart and he had to say it

❆ He was nervous to tell you and would pace around his home trying to figure out ways to tell you.

❆ When he finally told you, his face was hotter and redder than a fire blast and he hid his face in his scarf.

❆ You, of course, accepted him immediately! You threw your arms around him, pulled his scarf down, and smooched him!

WHEN DATING:

❆ He LOVES to snuggle. He's very good at it too! He prefers to be the big spoon in the relationship, but is completely okay with you taking that spot if you beg for it.

❆ Despite being the ice gym leader, he's very warm, and will immediately heat you up with hugs when asked.

❆ Whenever he's having one of his Big Sad™ moments, you're always there to cheer him up and help him see the bright side of life and he loves you for it.

❆ He loves seeing you dressed up in his clothes, whether they're too loose or too tight. He thinks they look great either way.

❆ His ideal date with you is watching the stars on the mountain side while drinking fresh hot chocolate.

❆ He wasn't very good at kissing at first, it would embarrass him too much. After a while, he started getting really into it though.

❆ He also loves racing you! Snowboarding is his favorite activity and you just happen to be his favorite person so, combine those two, and he just has the time of his life! If you win, you get to give him as many kisses as you want and, if he wins, he gets to see you in his clothes.

❆ You better be careful with any accessories you have though, he likes making snow people that look like you.

So in all, give this boy all the snuggles you can. He loves them as much as he loves you.

[running-with-kn1ves]

this might be a long shot but could I request some headcanons with Edira? I just read your fics with her and woooh boiiii she's living rent free in my head. I offer you the last few coins I have left in my sad froggy wallet in exchange for crumbs of Edira content

A/N: I'm legit so so happy you asked because AGH I am on a lady hype rn. I'm actually writing a funky nymph fic currently. But I love my girl Edira and will always spare some lady content!!

TW: NSFW at cut, yandere behavior, unstable/abusive relationships, big booba lady, possessive/obsessive actions.

For starters, Edira greatly asserts her dominance. You know that one person who looks overly intimidating because they always seem to know what to do? That’s her. Even if she’s terrified, or on the brink of a breakdown, she knows how to handle herself and make it look like everything is perfectly professional. Even with her darling, she will find it very difficult to show her true self or any emotion. A great deal of the time she’ll take her anger out on her darling or anyone close to her. But she doesn’t let out that irritation via shouting. Rather, she does so through a lot of passive aggression, and forceful touches.

Edira would rather drown her sorrows in some expensive wine and teasing of her lover. It’s too stressful to yell and fight, she already has to deal with that at work. And knowing her darling will be forced to be a pushover, she’ll take advantage of them easily. The woman likes to push buttons, to extend people past their limit. It’s almost a form of self-destruction. She can’t handle getting close to people, so whenever she feels comfortable, she forces them away. She might do this by isolating her darling, making them irrationally angry at her, obvious gaslighting, etc.

The famed CEO is not big on affection, especially not if her darling is trying to give it on a genuine occasion. She instead likes it when they grow flustered, or upset when she teases them for holding her hand or recuperating intimacy. But when they’re serious and don’t fall embarrassed under her whims, she grows uncomfortable. Edira won’t show it of course, but she’ll find ways to pull herself away. If someone is giving her valid affection without her demanding it, she feels as if she’s not in control anymore.

Only in a truly vulnerable state, will Edira accept consolation or affection. She most likely won’t cry to show her distress, but instead, go silent. If she’s not barking orders or giggling like a school girl because of being under the influence, you’ll know something is wrong. The best way to console is either to leave her alone or act needy. If her darling tries an actively healthy way to help her, she’ll likely reject it. Edira isn’t willing to face the reality of her stress or how she’s genuinely feeling.

Her last relationship ended because of her fear of intimacy and commitment. But, surprisingly she doesn’t find it difficult to force her darling into big relationship steps. It’s more because she has control over everything. She can choose whether to leave her darling, whether they get a warm place to sleep or are forced outside. It’ll bring her more of a sense of comfort to marry her darling. That way, they can’t find a way out. Even though she fears the idea of being trapped in a relationship, she knows she has more than enough money to make the relationship look like it never existed if she wants. But keeping her darling in a marriage means they never will have the upper hand. In the eyes of the law, she has control over all assets and her darling's life.

Is a happy drunk. The only time she’s in a “joyful” mood, is when she’s had too much to drink. Will grow touchy and impulsive, and likely will agree to most things. Whether or not she remembers those agreements in the morning though, is a whole other story. Though, she won’t ever purposely get loose outside of her home. Even in formal business lunches or office parties, she refuses to drink. To keep up her image and her self-esteem, she wouldn’t allow herself the pleasure of such a thing. Though since her darling witnessed her so vulnerable so early on, she’ll grow comfortable getting intoxicated around them. She finds it more fun when she is. It’s so interesting to see her darlings' reactions and flustered face when she acts so uncoordinated.

Will most likely be the one to cheat in the relationship. Whether she’s doing it to distance herself from her darling, or out of a way to hurt them, it won’t matter. Edira won’t do much to hide the evidence. It’s another form of self-punishment. She wants her darling to yell back, to get angry, scream or cry. Especially if she’s trying to stop herself from getting comfortable with them. Her darling might get a half-assed apology if they’re lucky, but that’s about it for verbal regret. She’ll mostly try to pretend it never happened, trying to bring her darling back into her arms again. It’s a vicious, awful cycle of affection and kindness, to isolation and misdirected anger.

Sees her darling as more of a comfort item. They are just an accessory. Though she reminds herself of that, they mean so much more. She’ll likely never take another partner or replace them, as they do their job well as her piece of furniture, and her place to vent affection on.

NSFW

Her libido isn’t super high per se, it sort of comes and goes. She’s not adamant about new experiences unless she comes up with the idea, or her darling begs her. Like, on their hands and knees kind of begging.

Uses her sex appeal to her advantage. Both in her field of work and with her darling. She knows she’s well-endowed and likes to embarrass her darling when they stare for too long. Also enjoys getting undressed in front of them. She’s confident enough in herself to not be afraid of their stares and to encourage them.

Enjoys a little bit of exhibitionism. More along the lines of being in her office, forcing her darling under her. Whether they’re under the desk while she’s in a meeting, having their face forced in between her legs, or sprawled on top of all the paperwork while someone important lurks outside. It gets her elevated. It’s the thrill of being caught, of someone who sees her so highly, finding her doing something so scandalous. Not only that, but she likes having her darling on display. Seeing them spread out, forced under her whims, is just so fun to mess with. She likes seeing how embarrassed they are, how scared they are of getting caught. But what will even occur if they get caught? Absolutely nothing. She has enough power to bribe or shut anybody up. She could fuck her darling in her office while the entire staff is there, and she wouldn’t be reprimanded for it. After all, she’s the leader of the company.

Is into light BDSM, but mostly because she likes to watch her darling forced to do things for her. Having so much control is so satisfying and relaxing. She doesn’t have to manage a large company or a group of people, she just has to tell her darling where to touch, and that’s it. Sure, the occasional bratty reprimand is needed, but it's all worth it for the end result.

Guided masturbation is a huge one as well. To see someone do just as she says, and to see them get pleasure from it, makes her feel good. It’s almost better than when she’s touching them because she can just watch as they realize, see how she was right, that this would feel good.

Will most likely never do oral for her darling unless she’s intoxicated or is teasing them. Even then, it’d have to be an even situation. If she sees them so desperate, pleading for her to put her mouth anywhere, she may just comply. But she enjoys riding their face more, to make them sink under her. Especially if she watches them touch themselves as she grinds against their open mouth.

[judyhopps934-mt-zd]

Thoughts on Gang of Secrets

Warning: Spoilers and intense emotions. Have fun!

Chat Noit sensed that something is wrong with Ladybug. Love how he can sense that based on what she doesn't say.

She almost didn't pound it and was distracted to do so. Oh boy.

BOIIII WHY DID YOU TAKE HER TO THE MOVIES???? THIS IS NOT THE TIME!!! AND LADYBUG KNOWS THIS AS SHOWN BY HER FACIAL EXPRESSION!!! I am SCREAMING because he took her to a movie ABOUT ROMANCE!!!

The civilians do not mind that superheroes are going to the movies. That is until...

Ladybug goes into this rant about romcoms and I agree with every word she says. There is no such thing as a happy ever after and things do not go perfectly. Go off Ladybug!!! There's a reason why I hate rom coms.

The civilians being shocked/annoyed from her rant just adds to it. I am guessing because this is literally freaking Paris and considering the couples there. Has the same vibes as Grunkle Stan from Gravity Falls when he approached a couple to say marriage is terrible in the second episode.

Hurts that the rant was the reflection of Marinette's dilemma.

Chat finds out that it was about heartbreak. He finally picks up about social cues! Good work Chat! Too bad that you learned that after your breakup with Kagami.

Ah, the swimming pool. A great place to go to forget your heartbreak go for a swim.

Realized that akumas cannot attack people if they are submerged under water, which is why she goes to the pool and a theory roaming online that she goes to the pool to cry makes a lot of sense.

I know this is a kids show and that logic gets thrown out the window, but does no one in Paris find it fishy that Ladybug in her swim suit enters the Dupain-Cheng household???? I feel like no one cares.

Ladybug might say that the board of pictures with Adrien and Luka and some of her friends might not bother her, but it seems to bother her somewhat as it is a reminder of the relationships that she can't have as long as she's Ladybug. It hurts badly though.

Unpopular opinion: The Kwamis can be good at providing comfort and probably make them laugh, but they are not the best therapists. Do not blame them though.

Marinette only detransforms for Tikki's wellbeing. She is at that point where the only reason she does something is because someone else is suffering, not for herself. It hurts seeing her suffer like this.

Tikki is fine despite being in the earrings for a long time. She is more concerned about Marinette though.

Meanwhile, the girls have their suspicions about Marinette as they did not know about her breakup with Luka until he told Juleka, which started a chain that I cannot remember, but do remember that it ended with Alya.

They call Marinette, but she does not answer because what will she tell them? The not answering part is a mood, but the reason hurts.

Alix being like "why not get orange juice with her and talk about her feelings" and everyone else staring at her as if she was the one with a crazy idea. I can't! Especially when she was like "*sigh* fine"

Also, Luka is not taking the breakup well either if Juleka's photo is anything to go by.

The bracelet idea is cute. I did something similar to that Junior year.

The scene from the ad that made us mad: Marinette transforming angrily after saying how her life as Marinette is complicated and prefers to be Ladybug all the time. It hurts to see this scene actually be in the 3rd episode as the guardianship and the breakup had consumed her so quickly.

Baby girl, we love you and we know as the audience how hard your life is now. This is why we are very concerned about you challenging ShadowMoth. Concerning.

But she breathes and goes back inside. Glad that you blew off some steam, but is everyone in Paris not aware that this just happened?!?!? Hello!?!?!?! Like Plagg said: People are blind. And a good thing too.

Just as this was happening, the girls come barging in. Good that they are great friends for being concerned, but have they ever heard of knocking?

Rose finds the dollhouse. Its a nice dollhouse, but isn't that too obvious that it will attract other people's attention? Not judging though, its a nice dollhouse and shows the expansion of Marinette's craft.

Originally, I thought they were coming after Marinette because of what happened in the episode "Ladybug", but glad to know her other friends cared about her too!

Alya comes up to find Marinette in the balcony just as she detransformed. That was WAYY too close.

Obviously, this made Marinette angry. Like who wouldn't be? They did barge into her room without asking and she was already stressed out as it is. And they were also snooping through her stuff.

In the heat of anger, Marinette said that she didn't want their friendship, which shocked everyone. So they left. But they weren't mad, they were just upset.

At least no friends means reduced amount to lying??? Yeah, but we need friends in life, so it is a lose-lose case.

Sabine asks of they are okay and no one says anything. I wonder if she will ask Marinette later on.

They go to the park and as they recall their pain, ShadowMoth akumatizes them in a link because of their emotional connection to the bracelet. They didn't even have to hold hands in a circle!

Finally, a safeguard for the Miracle Box that isn't obvious and is protected by a passcode. The record sonogram (or whatever is called) that Master Fu had!

Bruh, they couldn't come up with something different for the Gang of Secrets other than their former akumatized selves???

And then the girls (now the Gang of Secrets) barge into Marinette's room (again) to get her to spill her secrets.

Trixx using their power of illusion to lead the Gang of Secrets somewhere else. And Marinette was hidden.

Lady WiFi wondering how Marinette jumped 3 stories without superpowers was just that wholesome moment like girl you don't even know.

Every kwami using their powers without a holder has their own adverse affect. For Trixx, it was making the Eifel Tower dance (or at least I think it's dancing)

Plagg is like "this isn't a me thing, this is an everyone thing, but more importantly a Trixx thing." Adrien is like "M'Lady needs me!"

Ladybug and Marinette merge into one (figuratively speaking) when she tells Chat why the Gang of Secrets was there in the first place. Poor girl, we need to give her a hug.

Ladybug confronts Lady WiFi and tries to tell her that she is trusted and about Rena Rouge. Then...

SHE BREAKS OUT OF HER SIDE OF THE AKUMATIZATION!!!!! THIS IS NOT A DRILL! ALYA HAS BECOME THE FIRST PERSON TO BE AKUMATIZED AND BREAK OUT OF IT! AND SHE HURT SHADOWMOTH WHILE DOING SO! I'M HAPPY FOR MY GIRL.

Ladybug trusts Alya and gives her the Fox Miraculous again. Not complaining, but what about ShadowMoth knowing her secret identity??? Miracle Queen anyone??? You know, a chunk of the reason WHY MARINETTE IS SUFFERING IN THE FIRST PLACE?!?!?!?

Also, teleportation of the Miraculous from the Miracle Box to Ladybug's yoyo! (Well more like a direct connection!) Cool and smart!

Rena Rouge, THANK YOU FOR SUPPORTING US MARICHAT STANS AND OUT #justice for Marichat CAMPAIGN STARTED BY SOME OF MY FOLLOWERS ASKING FOR MORE MARICHAT EVEN IF IT WAS FOR 3 SECONDS!!!! (Yes I notice your comments peoples, I am generally a tired and busy person to respond, but I eventually acknowledge everything)

Can we take a moment and point out how amazing it was that Chat was fighting three (four???) akumas ON HIS OWN WHILE ON THE CAT PHONE!!! ICONIC!

IT WAS ALL SO CLOSE! SHADOWMOTH ALMOST HAD THE MIRACULOUS IF IT WEREN'T FOR PERFECT TIMING!

The moment with Alya in the alley! Friendship goals.

Marinette comes to terms that the breakup upsetted her so much and finds that love is complicated and chose friendship at the very least. Their reunion was what they all needed after what happened.

Alya stays behind to say that she knows that there is more, but will not press further. Can we get an applause for character growth?

Marinette asks her to stay longer as she wanted to tell her something.

It really was hard for her to keep lying to everyone and how she had to break up with Luka for this reason while also fearing that it would be the same with Adrien (she does not know, so she has a right to fear, also Chat Blanc!) She really needs a hug and such.

The whole concern about things changing between them is relatable to be but on a different context. It hit hard for me.

My fellow peoples: the moment that we were (sort of) waiting for ages is here:

JE SUIS LADYBUG! MARI TOLD ALYA THAT SHE'S LADYBUG!!!!

And Alya GIVES HER A HUG AS IN SHE UNDERSTOOD WHAT THIS MEANT AND THE REALIZATION OF WHAT MARINETTE WENT THROUGH!

As sad as I am that it was not Chat that she said this to first, I am glad that it was Alya. As her best friend literally hours prior to becoming Ladybug, having stuck by her side unconditionally, and having the willpower to break out of her akumatization, Alya is a perfect choice. Now I look forward to see how Alya helps Marinette deal with this burden.

Overall, this is a top tier episode, aka the best episode in the entire series in my opinion! I love how we explore Marinette's feelings regarding everything that is going on in her life and the ramifications of her being a guardian. It hurts and at the same time, it is beautifully executed! It shows the evolution of the writing and of the characters!

My arm hurt from the vaccine yesterday and these posts are usually long, so that's why it's released today rather than yesterday. Anyways, I recommend watching this episode!

[emsvegetables]

Your writing is SO FUNNY😭😭😭 omg so I wanted to request a Hc with more of the serious looking haikyuu boiz Like iwa Chan, Ushijima, Kuroo, n Tobio where they try to impress the reader and act tough or cool or just manly 🙈 but y/n just sees them as adorable so she’s just always awww look at u ur so cute 🥺🥺 I think that would be funny LOL thanks!!!!

Iwaizumi:

* GOD this man.

* i LOVE HIM.

* he exudes BDE and i do not take constructive criticism!!!!

* so he’s actually manly by nature tbh

* but he’s actually SO soft for you.

* THE SOFTEST BABY.

* just call him love and he will do ANYTHING for you!!!!!!

* he’ll literally give you his jacket all the time if he notices that you’re cold.

* he’ll just casually take heavy bags if you’re holding them.

* he glares at people who’ve been staring at you in a creepy way.

* so whenever he does something for you that’s remotely manly and tough you’re always cooing,” ah! that’s my Hajime! you’re really cute, love!”

* and when you say that????

* BOIIII he blushing!!!!!!!

* he gets embarrassed very easily and whenever you call him cute??? he loves you even more AHAHAHA

* he finds it really adorable of you when you call him cute, and he actually loves you even more.

* and then one day when you call him cute over some random thing he does, he’s grabbing your face and looking into your eyes.

* “Hajime?”

* “you’re really cute too, love. don’t cut yourself short.”

* DJDJCJDJ CUE YOU BLUSHING EVEN MORE!!!

Ushijima:

* mr Ushijima Wakatoshi here also exudes BDE!!!!!!!!

* i am not LYING!!!!

* but anyway he is very confused when you call him cute.

* esp during random things when he passes you a bottle of water when he realises that you haven’t drunk or when he moves over to help you carry heavy things.

* he literally RAISES his eyebrows and he’s like ??????????

* “what do you mean, (Y/N)?”

* “you’re just really cute when you do this, Toshi!”

* ????? HES SO CONFUSED THAT POOR THING AHAHH

* but he’s also a soft baby and he will always try his best to do everything for you!!! the absolute sweetest.

* but anyway he just gets used to call him cute and adorable, and he just shrugs it off when Tendou and Semi ask him about it!!!

* and then one day you’re calling him cute, and he’s looking at you with those intense eyes of his.

* “Toshi? what’s wrong?”

* “but i think you’re even cuter, (Y/N), so why do you call me cute? you should call yourself cute.”

* RKDJDJCJXJDJ USHIJIMA IS A SMOOTH ASS MF THAT DOESNT EVEN MEAN TO BE SMOOTH!!!

Kuroo:

* GOD THIS MAN PLS I LOVE HIM SO FUCKING MUCH!!!!

* there’s two sides of Kuroo: the one where he’s manly without knowing and one where he purposely tries to act cool!!

* the unknowing one is where he either drapes you with his jacket when he notices you’re cold or when you’re walking by the side of the road and he makes sure you walk on the inside!!

* and the one on purpose is when he winks at you when he takes the books from your hands and when he asks you if he needs to be your man and help you take things!!

* ):( sigh.

* but you still call him cute all the time!!!

* and the first time you do.

* he blinks.

* and then LAUGHS!! AHAHAHA

* HE FINDS YOU ADORABLE!!!!!!!!!

* “tetsu, you’re cute,” you say when he helps you take something from the shelves one day.

* he just laughs, and when he places the thing down on the table next to you, he leans closer to you and wraps his arm around your waist to pull you close.

* “hey, love, you’re adorable too.”

* and then he leans in to kiss you 😚😚

* can you tell that i LOVE this man?????

Tobio:

* he is very confused and shocked when you first call him cute.

* tbh i DONT SEE KAGEYAMA AS MANLY

* MAYBE ITS THE LITTLE THINGS HE DOES!!

* like he gently pulls you by the waist if he spots something coming your way.

* SO

* when you call him cute??? there’s this little smile on his face after he gets used to it.

* he just falls in love with you a little more when you show him this sort of affection.

* (tanaka and nishinoya call him a simp but they’re JEALOUS his girlfriend’s so sweet to him)

* and one day, you’re just casually calling him cute while he’s helping you take the groceries from your hand.

* “(Y/N),” he says in a warning tone, but a smile makes its way onto his face.

* “hmm?” you smile up at him, and his heart CLENCHES bc you’re so cute too!!!!

* “you’re cute too,” he sighs and says after a while, and he leans down to press a kiss onto your cheek.

hi hi anon!! this request was fun to write! i hope you liked it :>!!!

[chocolatte-and-despair]

Idk if you’ve done this already but swap pap nsfw alphabet..?🙇

((ahhhhh, our rapey boiiii T_T Well, hope you enjoy this~))

((Warning: There are a lot of mentions of rape here, and I do not condone it. It’s just how I write this character. If this is something you are uncomfortable with, please do not read further. If anyone feels offended or triggered, please tell me and I’ll take this post off.))

A = Aftercare

Stretch, of course, is satisfied either way. But depending on how the act happened, he either would get the hell away as fast as possible, or he would cuddle you, giving you kisses and telling you that you were wonderful. 

B = Body part

Well, Stretch would need to say that his favorite part of your body would be your ass. Not only is it soft and nice to hold, but it gives easier access for anal sex, which is his favorite. 

C = Cum

Chances are that Stretch will always cum inside, and when you are topping, he’ll ask you to cum inside too. Seeing as you both are doing anal, he shouldn’t worry about anything. 

D = Dirty Secret

At least once he had thought of raping everyone that he knows, especially people who are nice to him. Of course, he can control himself, and that’s mostly just a fantasy, but he isn’t beyond that if you anger him.

E = Experience

Well, Stretch isn’t the most experienced in receiving, seeing as he only ever played with toys and no one ever topped him, but he had been on the giving side a few times, so, well, maybe he’s experienced? Not by much though.

F = Favourite Position

Scoop me up. Of course, this is only when he is with his partner. This allows him to feel more skin on bone action. It also makes him feel the breathing of his lover and their heart’s beat. He loves feeling this close to his lover. 

G = Goofy

Stretch usually doesn’t think much while in the moment. All that he cares about is that you are there with him, and you both are having the time of your lives. And he doesn’t want this moment to end.

I = Intimacy

Stretch usually never talks or does anything, but if you would ever kiss him or hug him, he would probably melt into your arms, wanting more and more affection, and being very cuddly after the act. 

J = Jack Off

Stretch usually gets off while using his toys (Usually dildos and such), and filming himself. Chances are that he probably filmed you two fucking too. He’s not going to show anyone, of course. Your naked body is for his eyes only to see. 

K = Kink

~  Rape - No, not consensual nonconsent, but actual rape. Of course, he will only do that when you anger him, but honestly, the fact that he even considers that is bad. Of course, he loves the idea of being raped too, that’s why he never locks his doors and is pretty loud whenever he is getting busy with himself. 

~  Somnophilia -  Chances are that he will take advantage of your sleeping form. He might even drug you so you would sleep longer if you two live together. 

~  Anal sex - Honestly, he will rarely do vaginal sex. That’s why anal is just something that he enjoys much more. 

L = Location

Your room. What’s better than having sex with you? Being covered all around by your scent, of course!

M = Motivation

Honestly, you just showing interest or being friendly with him would be enough for him to be ready to go.

N = NO

Talks about his brother. That’s one way to anger him and make him do the unthinkable. 

O = Oral

I think that giving. Be it him forcing himself on you or it being completely consensual, he loves, absolutely adores pleasuring you.

P = Pace

Stretch is pretty fast and frantic, especially if he needs to get out soon, but outside of that, he is pretty slow, wanting to enjoy the moment as long as possible. 

Q = Quickie

Of course! He is game for any sort of sex as long as it involves him too. He loves it. 

R = Risk

Well, he hadn’t tried many things before, but if you know your way around it and you are his lover, he is willing to try it out. 

S = Stamina

Two, at best. Stretch isn’t the most gifted in stamina, let me tell you that much. Chances are that he won’t probably last two rounds even.

T = Toy

Oh, for sure. He isn’t exactly the most desirable, and he has a high sex drive. That’s why he does pleasure himself with toys, but mostly, just training himself on how to act when in a receiving position.

U = Unfair

Stretch doesn’t make it a habit to tease people, but he is a sucker for being teased. But be ready to do something with him, or he will make sure that you do something with him.

V = Volume

Stretch is loud and he loves loud lovers. He wants you to be as loud as him, maybe even louder. He wants everyone to know that you both are together and you love one another. 

W = Wild Card

Stretch will become extremely loyal the moment he believes that you like him, even if only as a friend, and he will always only want to be with you. 

X = X-Ray

Stretch has male genitals in his pants. They are about 7 inches long and 3 inches wide. It’s not too much, but it’s good enough, in my opinion.

Y = Yearning

Oh, pretty high if you ask me. If he can’t do it with someone else, he will mostly play with himself almost every day. 

Z = ZZZ

Stretch falls asleep quickly if what he’s doing is okay. He holds you in his arms and only falls asleep if he knows that you aren’t going anywhere.  

[heli0s-writes]

Good in the World

Request: So nice thank you! Is there a way you could change the Endgame ending? You were a woman saved by Steve during his time on the run who in the years became your best friend but he leaves you behind all alone. He comes back years later as he realized he was in love with you. You are now struggling (mental health) and you do not want to forgive him as the heartbreak was too much. He does everything he can and in the end you both can move on together. 

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

A/N: My first request and I promised I would deliver something good for my boiiii. I tried! It’s angsty and deviated from the prompt a LIL. I slammed it out in a day and please God let it be AITE.

Images of him come to you in flashes.

Terrible little souvenirs of shared dinners and evening conversation. The once white and red stripes of his suit, grimy and soot covered. The way he held his arm out and asked, “You okay?” the first day you met after the shooting incident in the park.

Three days later, him at your door, checking in on you.

Steve Rogers, on the run, had grown out his hair and beard, had hardened into a fatalist. But he showed up with a cup of soup and sat with you until you stopped crying.

“Hey. It’s okay. Take your time.” In between blubbering stuck syllables of “Wh-wh-why? Wh-what the f-fuck?” as your brain tried to process the sequence of the trauma. A random act of violence in the park. Two shot dead. Four others bled out on their way to the hospital. You, missed.

Why them? Why you?

And he kept showing up. Not too often, but often enough to where you started to expect him.

He turned on the lights for you. Offered to warm up your food when nothing mattered and everything was cold.

Days turned into weeks turned into months and the fugitive Captain America turned into your… something. Perhaps a confidant, maybe your therapist, at the very least, a semi-stable-unstable fixture.

You imagined that outside of his cohort of similarly hidden friends, you were the glimpse back to reality he could have.

The memories of him sting you inside out.

And now that half the world had been reduced to cinders and ruminations and your life turned into one long and desolate dream, sometimes you cling onto his memory because it is all you have. He’s still out there, you know, because the news channels broadcasted every Avenger who was dusted, and they didn’t broadcast him.

He’s out there, but he hasn’t come back.

The fatalist in you has resigned to being just another human, blipped out to him like all the rest.

--

You teach the art therapy class held every Thursday at the local YMCA. It’s a shit-show, in all honesty, and you’re sure that everyone who’s there can see that you are in no shape to be leading it. Even with your shiny groomed hair and soft pink lipstick, performing the necessary task of femininity, they can see. You have nothing but the meager paycheck and the emptiness of a single studio apartment in a now-dilapidated building.

The current session is dragging when one of your students breaks down half-way through and smashes the canvas. You’re up on your feet, pulling him aside to practice the crisis-prevention strategies you’ve learned throughout the years. He’s sobbing and rocking in your arms, falling apart as he wails.

It’s not fair, it’s not fair, it’s not fair. Why did I survive? I shouldn’t be here. I shouldn’t be here.

You tell him a joke. You hold his hand and run it under cold water. Strategies to replace the overloaded emotions with anything else. You remind him that he’s going on a date next week with someone he’s been very interested in. That the people he loved—loves, would want him to be happy.

He tells you the man he’ll be seeing is also in a group. Grief group. They met by chance. Talked about their grief. Cried over salad about their grief.

Yes. It’s okay. That is okay. Take small steps to move on and soon enough, you’ll have moved so far you won’t be able to see where you started. Go on the date. Let yourself find love and happiness.

The words pour from your mouth like running water, trickling evenly until he is all covered and cool. After a few minutes, the two of you return to the paints, and you pat his back and tell him he’s doing just fine.

The image comes, then, of a heavy brocade comforter wrapped around your shoulders, a cup of tea between your hands burning so hot Steve has to take it from you. You are staring into the dead screen of the T.V. when you say, “I try so hard to have faith in the good in the world. But this... how can it be good? This fucking shitty… fucking life.”

And him, blowing on your tea, holding it to your dried lips, whispering, “Careful, it’s hot.”

-

When you go home later, you drop tears into your own dinner because the stupid plate is blue and green and shines like Steve Rogers’ eyes and why the fuck have you never noticed it. The words you used to console your student are too close to the ones he had used on you, once. You throw it into sink where it splinters into a hundred pieces, and a little part of you hopes he feels it too, wherever he is.

-

On a late Thursday session, he arrives with the fallen autumn leaves as they gust in through the sliding doors. Crunching under his feet alerts you to the entrance where he steps in bashfully, as if he is a late dinner guest.

You furrow your brow because you’re not sure who he is at first, because your full session is nearly finished, and you don’t have room for another student. His once covered jaw is smooth, and the long hair you had grown used to seeing is shorter than ever, swept back, more flaxen.

He’s Captain America now, a paragon of hope in these dark times, so he’s dressing the part.

Everyone has finished cleaning their brushes and have placed their canvas to the side to dry. Your rags are slung over your arms, apron crusted with acrylic.

“Hey.” He says, like he’s been here for the past five years. “I heard about a really great art therapy group led by someone who sounded like you.” Then he smiles, like he’s your friend and not your flashback.

The smile is all it takes. You recede into a moment in the kitchen when you made dinner and the sound of tires running over glass bottles outside popped too loudly and your world suddenly caved in. By the time you returned, Steve was smothering a stovetop fire with wet hand-towels and splashing water onto the burn on your palm.

He wrapped you up afterwards with gauze and you half-heartedly made a joke. “Hey.” You called, “What did King Tut say when he had a nightmare?”

In his enormous and calloused hands was yours, half curled with the irritation of the inbound blister. “What…?” He asked, eyes narrowing because it was not the right time for a joke someone might find on a Laffy Taffy wrapper.

“I want my mummy. Fucking classic.” You replied, holding up your hand, gauze now tucked into the wrist. The fugitive Captain America had closed his eyes as the slightest half-smile lifted his face, and under the yellow glare of the restroom light, you imagined a good world protected by him.

-

He is different now. His grief is different, and his needs are different. His reality is the same as your reality, as everyone else’s reality. He no longer needs glimpses into anything.

So, you think, why is he here?

 “Hey. You okay?”

What the fuck? Your irritation pools inside you like magma, threatening to erupt at any sudden movement as you work to clean up the vacated room. Steve slowly moves forward, having been sitting down for the last fifteen minutes since you’ve ended the session early.

“Get out of my sight.”

He looks like you’ve just slapped him across the face, and a part of you wish you had because fuck him. Fuck Steve Rogers and fuck Captain America and fuck this shitty fucking world. He takes a few steps up to you, and in those familiar eyes you see how utterly worn down he looks.

Ironically, Steve Rogers clean-shaven looks older than when you knew him.

-

In the bedroom, on a particularly rainy afternoon, he had helped you put on the newly washed sheets no longer stained with the old blood from your clothes—splashes of other people as the bullets ripped through them. You’d slept in it for almost a month before he discovered it, and then, without another word he tore them off and threw them in the washer. The First Avenger, leaning over your machine, deep in thought had sent you into a fit of laughter.

“You didn’t have to do that.”

“Yes. I did.” He was firm and too serious. You told him as much. It wasn’t a big deal, you said, sometimes you don’t even notice the blood. You didn’t have to tell him why you never washed it for him to figure it out.

“You don’t have to carry this with you.” Steve stepped forward, until your back was pressed against the wall. He put both his hands on your shoulder. “You’re okay. You can let yourself move on. You don’t have to keep punishing yourself.”

He rubbed his knuckles over his beard and pulled you into a hug when you shook silently.

 As he predicted, you eventually took steps to move on. It wasn’t easy, and it had taken almost a year. You still cried a lot and had nightmares almost constantly, so you hardly slept. On one occasion you were so deprived you had come in after a day of work and left the door wide open, collapsing on the couch. When you mentioned it to Steve in passing a few weeks later, he made it his personal mission to swing by even more. It made you uneasy, because as someone in hiding, having a schedule of checking on someone would make him stupid.

He didn’t listen.

At three in the morning as you laid sideways on the floor watching the second movie of the night, Steve had knocked and demanded that you go to bed.

“Can’t.” You sighed, “It’s been too loud lately. Everything… moving. Big noises. I get--” Your eyes squeezed shut, “scared.”

He called your name, jerking you from the haze that threatened to overtake you again, and pulled you up by the hand. When you swayed, he lifted you up and took you to bed, tucking the covers under your chin. Steve had turned down the temperature, piled on a spare blanket on top, and sat by your bedside until you had fallen asleep.

The next day, he dropped off a white noise machine at the door while you were at work.

-

“Get the fuck out of here.” You hiss, “What the fuck is wrong with you?”

“I’m sorry. I j-just want--”

“You’re sorry? Holy shit, man. Five years, you asshole! It’s been five years!”

Steve takes in a deep breath and sighs, shoving his hands in the pockets of his dress pants until the fabric is stretched tight over his thighs. “I don’t know what to say.” He murmurs. “It’s been… really difficult.”

You nearly shriek as a sob threatens to rip from your throat. “You have got to be fucking with me, Steve.”

They’re the wrong words, though, because the last time you said that to him was the last time you saw him. Hearing them out of your own mouth again opens the floodgates.

-

The white noise machine accompanied by a strict bedtime routine let your progress advance just a tiny bit more, until it crawled along at a snail’s pace, but it crawled, nonetheless. Steve walked you through it in the beginning, turning off all the electronics, setting the temperature to a chilly 67 degrees, piling heavy blankets on your bed, and making the tea.

You told him it was stupid, but he was insistent. The two of you listened to a relaxation video together, practiced deep-breathing, and then he read out loud from a book on your shelf.

Your eyes closed for a few minutes. When they opened again, you were screaming, and Steve’s arms were wrapped around your waist and back.

“It’s okay. You’re safe. You’re okay.”

It had been two hours since he closed the book. He said he didn’t mean to stay for so long, but he was worried. He was reading on the couch when he heard you crying. You sobbed into his chest until he laid you back down.

-

Eventually it became a habit for him to come over in the evenings. Then, it was making dinner together. Then, it was watching a movie sometimes, curled up on the couch. You started sleeping better, having nightmares less, laughing more than he’d ever seen before.

Eventually, all of those things came for him, too. Eventually, he found it easy to be with you. Eventually, he forgot that he was shunned from the world, because you always welcomed him into your home.

-

It rained the night he kissed you. It had been raining all through the movie, and he meant to leave earlier, but you patted the place on the couch—his place, and gave him such a sweet smile he couldn’t bring himself to say no.

So, he sat once more next to you and you told him the premise of the movie you picked out tonight. You were notoriously bad about spoiling the plot, so he had laughed when the information was coming hard and fast and he clamped his hand over your mouth before something important slipped.

You bit him.

And the feeling of your teeth on his skin ignited something that hadn’t sparked in him since the war.

Before either of you knew it, Steve Rogers pulled you on top of him and kissed you so roughly you had to break away for air.

“S-Steve?”

He didn’t stop. He fisted your hair, latched onto your neck, bound your torso to his with two powerful arms and kissed you until you were dizzy. He felt so good. Warm and safe, like the world could disintegrate and you would be just fine as long as you were with him.

The days turned into months turned into almost two years and Steve Rogers was holding you in his arms like you were something to him. Like you could have been a lover.

It was too bizarre. You shook your head in the middle of him lifting up your shirt and held his face in your hands. “Steve,” He blinked the haze from his eyes, “Steve, are you fucking with me? Are you—serious about this?”

“Yeah.” He sighed into your neck, “I am. I’m tired of not feeling. And it feels good to be with you.”

-

You don’t think you can take any more of this. Seven years ago, a random act of violence tore your world apart. It took two years and the help of Steve Rogers to stitch it back together, until he took it into his hands and pulled it to pieces again. The world did disintegrate, and he wasn’t there.

The decimation poked a million holes in it, and you poured out of the spaces until you became nothing more than this. A shell. A husk. A monotonous thing, masquerading as a person.

And now he’s back, shoving his fingers in the chasms.

“I can fix this.” He says. “I think I can. I can go back to before. Before Thanos.”

Your perfectly made hair and immaculate make up aren’t enough armor to shield you from his assault. Him, standing before you now, pierces straight through your chest and your gut, and you are falling apart, all five years of nothing, sliding from your eyes.

“I’m sorry I disappeared. We—we had to go. He came and we couldn’t stop him. A-and, I think I’ve been too...ashamed to admit that. My failure changed the entire world. I couldn’t..”

You want to scream at him and say, I’m not the world. What about me? What about how you changed me?

But inside of your shitty fatalist veneer, you still believe in the good. Despite what Steve Rogers has done to you, he can still be the good you once thought of him. But the years have been unkind, and you hold too big of a wound inside to be healed by an apology. Even if he is good for the world, he isn’t good for you.

--

In the middle of you sticking a loaded paintbrush onto a canvas, the YMCA erupts into noise as bodies materialize from thin air in poofs of bursting smoke and ash. It’s like the snap in reverse order—and people are crashing into your supplies and students, and there is fumbling and screaming and so many questions.

Your therapy group is scattering like flies, grabbing their coats and rushing out the door, running back to their homes to find their loved ones. When a boy you recognize from before the decimation grabs you by the hand and asks you what’s going on, you gasp audibly because his face is still the same from the last time you saw him. Smooth, prepubescent, on the cusp of growing into a man but still baby-faced and gangly. Your eyes widen when you realize:

Steve did it.

Your feet are soaked by the dirty paint water from your bucket as you look around at young men and women chattering in confusion. Slowly, they move from the room and out the door where others are running and crying, throwing themselves into the arms of their families. Children sprint down the street, going home. Home. A word that’s hurt so many for so long.

Absently, you clench onto the boy’s hand until he taps on you to stop. Your heart might burst now, looking at him.

Steve really fucking did it.

--

Your dilapidated apartment building is exploding with life. The repairs started last week, and you wake every morning amazed at how the world can heal so quickly with a bit of human effort.

There is energy again. There is life again. Even the wind tastes sweet, even if you can’t quite remember what it was like before.

Memorials for Tony Stark pop up on every corner of the city, but even in the sorrow, the world continues to turn, and the pain is coated in gratefulness and optimism for the future. You walk there, too, under the light and against a gentle breeze, purchasing a thriving stem from a nearby shop. The florist beams at you, tells you it’s a beautiful day.

Yes, you think. It is.

It seemed so gray for so long. The sunflower in your hand is a radiant yellow bloom and you can’t help but smile at it on your way back home, a tangible reminder of the reanimated Earth.

Your steps quiet when you arrive.

He is blue and red at your door. Bruised and cut, but he stands facing the frame and knocks before he rubs his hands over his face and sighs, “Fuck.”

“Hey.” You say, quietly, holding the stem tightly in your hand as if it could give you some comfort or assurance. When Steve turns, his eyes are sunken and welling up with tears. A startling slash on his lip nearly touches his chin and over his eyebrow is an ochre patch nearly identical to your flower- dappled with green and black.

His mouth tugs at the corner, as if he could cry. Or smile. Because you are stepping forward, putting the flower in his hand as you reach for your keys to unlock the door to the apartment he knows all too well.

Down the flight of stairs, children’s’ bike bells ring and chime, cars honk noisily, voices argue and yell. The birds are back and singing. Summertime cicadas screech with the joy of being alive. You crack the door open from its frame and turn to look over your shoulder at the wet trails hanging from Steve’s cheeks.

With a small, hopeful smile at the man who has proven to be the good you need in the world, you ask,

“You okay?”

And he nods. And it’s enough.

[futurewriter2000]

Why?

A/N: This is a short one and I think it’s kinda cute. I don’t do prologues but I’m really trying to avoid series right now. Especially James and Sirius ones bc those tend to become series quickly.j

REQUEST: James fic with slyrherin reader. He's madly in love with her but she says she doesn't like him *she does like him a lot*. One night he's in the great hall or library with her and the reader says something that sparks him to confess his insecurities which makes her tell him she likes him because she thinks he's a fuck boiiii. Very very specific ik but i thought of it and it sounded cute! Also could you do a prologue please!

XX

With everything in your mind, James Potter wasn’t an easy distraction. You could have sworn that you have never thought a boy like him would like a girl like you. A Quidditch player, a straight O student, a charming Gryffindor and so bloody handsome.

Why would he like you? You, who was nothing special. You, who didn’t have perfectly stunning legs as the rest of the girls in Hogwarts, perfectly styled hair or something that would make you even close to being in his league. Why you?

It was impossible and you knew, he must have been joking with you to ask you out. And a Slytheirn? Definetly not James Potter’s style.

“One date, sunshine? “ he wrapped his arm around your shoulders and walked alongside you. “ One date to make you fall in love with me head over heels.” he grinned and you only shook it off.

“And after?” you asked, clearly messing with him a little.

“Then a second date, third, fourth and on and on. After that we’d move in together, I’d make you a gorgeous wife and you’d give me some gorgeous children. A boy, preferably.” he rambled on and you felt your heart trying to burst out of your chest.

“Lovely dreams, Potter but a first date? That’s far from here.” you moved away from his arm and started walking backward. “See you in the next class.” and you were off.

Though you had a free period at the moment, you knew he did not. So, why was he still walking after you to the library? Didn’t he have class?

“A stalker are we?” you whispered as you turned around when you walked among the bookshelves.

“For you, I’d be anything you’d ask me to be.” he walked closer, his fingertips brushing on the books.

“How about a clown?” you joked around.

“In a second.”

“An astronaut?”

“Immediately.”

“A murderer?”

“In a heartbeat.”

“And what if you murder me?”

“I couldn’t. The brightness blinds my eyes with this one.” he was now too close, his fingers supporting your chin as you didn’t dare to look at him in the eyes.

And that was why. Why you? Why exactly you? The answer was why not you? Because you were the one for him. Each time you walked in the room it was as if his heart would fly away from his chest as his mind did, to cloud nine. Whenever your eyes met, his soul caught on fire, whenever you smiled, his whole day was rainbows and butterflies. He was the one head over heels for you. For your eyes, for your smile, for your voice, your laugh, your thoughts and your mind, your heart and your flaws. He wanted you because he couldn’t find a single thing to hate about you. He loved each corner of you, each secret, no matter how dark. He loved you whole and he just knew you were the one for him. You were meant to be with him as he was meant to be with you.

“Why not one date?”

“Why to be another one of your acquaintances?” you asked in return. “Be one of those girls you date until you move on to the next.”

“Where have you heard that rubbish?” he furrowed his eyebrows at you. “The only girls I’ve ever even been close to holding hands were only my mother, my nana and I’m pretty sure there was this one girl back in the First year, I accidentally bumped into her and touched her hand.”

“So Gloria?”

“Sirius.”

“Martha?”

“Sirius.”

“Jenine?”

“Also Sirius-no wait. That was Remus, I think.”

“Then what about that girl, Ana?”

“She is only my Quidditch co-player. I don’t fancy her.”

You stared at him blankly. Was everything you heard only a rumor? Was he really as innocent as he appeared to be?

“I fancy you, (y/n). “ he took your hands and kissed your knuckles. “It’s always been you and I don’t know if it’s my messy hair or the arrogant, obnoxious attitude people tend to say but I’m not that person. If you just give me a chance to prove to you that I am not the-”

“One date.” you cut him off and smiled at him.

“What?”

“One date and you better not blow it.” you smiled as you backed away from him.

“Wouldn’t dream of.” he smiled broadly. “You won’t regret it. I promise you.”

“And leave the messy hair. I like it.”

[alteanroyals]

k can I just say that i always thought mari's crush on luka coming up in captain hardrock felt very forced (and vice versa). She knows nothin about the guy but he plays her some strings and gets a guitar pick (even tho she doesn't play guitar) and called funny/brave in a dead sounding tone and she's sold o-o And he likes her because she fumbled over her words and picked a lock? o-o

you can say it yes

while i totally believe people can have some “instant crushes” mostly based on looks (cause i been there boiiii), the way luka and marinette’s was portrayed was kind of forced yes. Especially on Mari’s side because she was already QUITE in love with Adrien, so it should be harder for her to fall for someone else. However its kinda understandable because she is hurt that Adrien keeps friendzoning her jahdjahbfajbfj so she just wants another person to focus on (and who also likes her back so it’s easier, simpler and she doesn’t get hurt). Regarding Luka i believe it’s easier and more believable for him to fall for Mari because he wasn’t previously crushing on anyone else and like i bet he already knew more about her than she knew about him because of Juleka and probably Rose. Also it’s easier because Marinette actually speaks instead of just playing a guitar in his face HAHSJABDJABDAJ

But yeah i would say that overall it is kind of forced because their relationship, along with Adrien and Kagami’s is now necessary for the romantic and “personal” plot, so they weren’t going to take too much time building them up. Which is an understandable tactic tbh but i just want them gone JHDGJAHDAJ not from the show but from the romantic plot. What can i say i am pure love square trash hehehehehe

[n-anon]

marvin

Why I like them: THE POTENTIAL. He could be evil, he could be good, he could be chaotic neutral, the magician who’s an insane wild card and could either be our greatest asset or our biggest threat depending who’s side he’s on

Why I don’t like them: Lack of Content. I need content. GIMME CONTENT PLZ 😭

Favorite Video: Try To Fall Asleep (2018)

Favorite Line: “Jack you need to flee” Goes to show that he doesn’t want Jack to get caught, whatever was happening there. (special shoutout to ‘is this your card? No? FUCK-’)

Favorite Outfit: have you seen all the art? theres too many beautiful outfits the fandom has given this man its unfair- I love the mask/cape combo from the og tho

OTP: Marvin x Screentime (give him CONTENT)

BroTP: like I said with Chase, him and Chase would probably get along great, and there’s already canon evidence that he and JJ are connected somehow what with JJ’s appearance in Try to Fall Asleep and the heart, diamond, spade, and club below JJ’s little puppet stage

Headcanon: He’s really good at actual magic, like summoning and other things, but sleight of hands and hiding something up his sleeve and parlor tricks he’s incredibly clumsy and terrible at it.

Unpopular Opinion: I don’t see him as evil, unlike most HC’s I’ve seen I think he’s just lurking in the background trying to make sure he can strike at the right time, whether or not he’s just chaotic neutral though who knows 👀

A wish:��More Content plz i need my magic boiiii

An oh-god-please-dont-ever-happen: Please don’t waste his potential, cuz like Anti he was never meant to be a ‘character’ and that could be so interesting to see that dynamic play out, have Anti manipulate him on it, have him callout that Marvin’s just like him-

5 words to best describe them: ‘Like magic! Abracadabra baby! Presto!’ -all things Jack has said involving stuff with Marvin

My nickname for them: Magic boi or magic man or Marv

[veryotl]

Totally canon Sanders Sides that’s not actually canon

It’s not quite Incorrect Quotes, instead it’s stuff from the bloopers reel that is so good that it’s Totally Canon even though it’s not 

L: Oh... Oh I hate it. 

*bird chirps* R: I know I’m the Prince but you can’t squawk right now. *bird chirps again* R: ... 

D: *dramatically belting* VIIRGIIILLLL~

T: Patton, should I kill Green Goblin? 

D: *licks pen* ... ouch

P: I KNOW NOTHING! *immediately falls off of chair*

D: When I’m behind the witness stand, the gloves are off. 

V: *deep breath* BOIIII 

T: Roman, what the HeEecK, man 

D: eat shit, losers. 

R: Guys... I broke my blue crayon... does anyone have ano- I’ll just make do *just freakin drops half of it* 

T: *makes flirty eyes at Patton* 

R: You were the first person to call it a loop, you stupid viner. 

P: You swear to tell the whole truth and nothing but the truth? ... do you liiiike me? 

P: If they’re not gonna hurt Thomas back then why don’t we just kill them

P: *into his hand* ring ring who’s this? What? what? ... who gave you my number? 

L: There is something interesting to be said about all this talk of phases. T: Oh, is there? Oh, we’re in for it now boys. Heeeere we go. 

L: Guess I won’t be needing this. *takes cogitating cap off and hurls it at the ground*

P: I am rubber, you are glue, whatever you say bounces off of you and sticks to me. What? Switch that around. Switch that around and then you’re burned. 

R: Whoever burned the library of Alexandria... Your mom’s a ho. 

P, in a dog costume: Thomas, I heard ya loud and clear. Got four ears. Two of ‘em are huge. 

D: Logan, would you mind sharing with the court what you have scheduled in your planner? ...Planner? Barely knew her. 

L: and that’s the tea, sis. 

P: haha, got your nose~! I’m going to keep your nose. ... no I’m gonna give it back. 

L: I have held my opinions back for too long. V: uh, yeah, you’ve really buttoned yourself up in the past. 

V: Deceit’s such a bitch... He’s like the main mean girl...

D: I’ve got a bird here. *flips the camera off* oh, there it is. *moves it off screen* o-oh, oh there it goes. 

L: Sorry, Thomas. It’s just bullshit.

D: one. ...Singular sensation.

R: ehhh. Doesn’t change the fact that it doesn’t change the fact and you can’t. argue. those. facts. 

P: *tries to catch a notebook but just gets fully knocked over backwards*

R: look, this is Sanders sides, not “best friends sides”

T: That sounds like something Joan made up and put into the script. 

T: If any of you feel like you don’t fit in, that... eh... *shrugs* sorry. 

D: I’m not mad. I’ll... I’m going to wait in the car.

D: I’ll see you in a couple hours. When you think you actually need a meal at 12′o clock at night. 

R: *just jammin’ to best of both worlds* 

V: 

[oh-theatre]

Charity

A/N: I was in the mood for some Paulkins boiiii and decided Paul has a daughter and dats a cute concept so enjoy :) You can continue it if you want :)

summary: Emma attends a charity gala, unexpectedly dancing the night away 

words: 1167

warnings: Sick kids

Ao3 Link

“Who...is that?” Emma marvels, watching as a lean man walks across the stage to thunderous applause. 

“That's Paul Matthews, CEO and chairman on the board for the gala,” Charlotte informs, taking a hefty sip of her glass. “He started the movement after his daughter got sick, I don't think he knew it would become so…” She eyes the more than immense crowd, all chatting and enjoying their dinner. Emma and her friends do not fit in, the only reason they came was to represent mister Davidson and his company. “And, he's cute” Charlotte nods, Emma snorts taking her glass from her.

“Char, you have a date!” She scolds playfully, Charlotte raises her brows turning as she scans the room. Their eyes land on a pair of howling women, being chatted up by Sam.

“My dates busy flirting with every other woman here” Charlotte notes, snatching her drink back. Emma gives her a half-hearted smile. “Besides, I wasn't talking about for me, I was talking about you” Emma laughs again, stopping when she sees Charlotte's serious. “Come on, he is, and also totally available”

“And also, the CEO of a major charity! Surrounded by guards twenty-four-seven” Emma exclaims, shushing herself.  Charlotte smirks, sipping her drink maliciously. “What?” 

“You're not denying that he’s cute” Charlotte notes, Emma's face falls, her grim frown not phasing Charlotte. The banter continues before its time to take their seats, Emma and Charlotte make their way to the table. Emma sits in the middle of Charlotte and Melissa, Ted sits next to Sam who sits next to Charlotte. Bill takes his place next to Melissa, checking his phone constantly, no doubt messages from his own daughter. “Oo! Dancing time!” Charlotte giggles as the music swells, she looks to her side expectantly disappointed to find an empty chair. 

“Oh, Char…” Emma rubs her friend's shoulder as their eyes fall on Sam, dancing away with at least three other married women. “Dance with-

“Me?” Ted asks, he smiles from across the table. Emma pauses, she's known Ted for a long time, she's also known about his crush a long time. “I mean, just a dance between two friends?” He proposes, Charlotte coughs hiding her rising blush but stands nonetheless. Dusting off her blue gown, she makes her way across the table taking Ted's hand as he leads her to the dance floor. Soon the rest of the table disappears, tripping over themselves to dance the night away. Emma pouts, not necessarily alone but bored, she swirls her drink, shooting supportive glances to Charlotte. 

“And what might a lady, such as yourself, be doing tonight?” A voice Emma doesn't recognize, but a face she does. 

“You're Paul...Paul Matthews” She stands quickly, shaking his hands, not sure if she's supposed to bow. 

“Aha yes, that would be my name” He teases, “Care for a dance miss…?” He waits trying to put a name to the more than perfect face. 

“Emma, Emma Perkins...and did you just ask me to dance?” She inquires, maintaining her composure. She's not the type to get flustered but Charlotte was not wrong, he was pretty. He looks taken aback, almost hurt by her question. “Not that I wouldn't love to...just...why me?” She presses, he smiles looking to the stage.

“My daughter told me to ask you,” He admits, waving to a small girl bouncing delighted in her chair. “Her name is Jane, she said you looked pretty” Emma blushes, but hangs on the name. “Everything alright?” He questions, concern riddling his face. 

“Nothing Jane...is a beautiful name,” She remarks, preferring not to remember her sister at this moment. Paul cocks his head towards the floor, Emma allows him to lead her there, beginning a rather gentle dance. “So, your daughter sure is bossy huh?” She jokes Paul smiles nodding.

“Yes, I fear after she got sick I may have been too lenient” He continues, the room blurs out, the noises drowning out. 

“I am sorry about that, I could never imagine having a sick child” She laments, Paul takes a deep breath, his arms placed around her waist now. 

“She's getting better, and so are all the other kids. I never imagined…” He gestures to everything “All of this. If I'm being honest, I just wanted Jane to get better...and here we are” He laughs, Emma could listen to that all night.

“Does it get tiring?” She asks, they glide across the room, passing a very proud Charlotte glistening at her friend. 

“All the time, but it's worth it. Not just for Jane, but for all the kids” He recites, its definitely from memory. “Oh I sound like an ad” he chuckles, Emma bites down a smile. They continue in sweet silence, Emma barely feeling the aching in her heels as Paul leads her across the room spinning and twirling and laughing practically all night. Somehow they end up alone, in the hallway. 

“What's this?” She asks coyly, he breathes, clearly desperate for air.

“I needed a break, it's loud and so many people” He places a delicate hand on his chest, sighing deeply, his breath raspy. 

“You ok?” Emma checks, a little worried. Paul nods, closing his eyes. 

“Yeah, I'm getting too...old for this” He jokes, Emma laughs “No im fine...I just… get very exhausted, fast. And bored, everyone always asking me stuff” He rambles, Emma leads him to a bench, grabbing him a quick glass of water. “Thank you”

“No, thank you” She retorts, he eyes her, pausing his drink. “I had fun dancing and stuff” She rolls her eyes playfully, Paul smiles nodding.

“Daddy daddy!” A squeal emerges, Paul jumps up, adjusting his posture. Emma turns watching as a tiny ball of puff and shine comes hurtling towards them, jumping into Pauls's arms followed by two frantic guards. 

“Janey! What's up buttercup” Paul greets, making sure his daughter sits comfortably. 

“Is this the pretty girl” She smiles, pointing blatantly at Emma. Emma giggles, waving to Jane. “What's her name?”

“This is the pretty girl, her name is Emma” He responds, fearing if he makes eye contact, his blush will only rise. He hears the music die down, understanding that’s his cue. “Unfortunately, the pretty girl and I have to part ways,” he tells Jane, Emma can't tell whos more disappointed. The pair stand, Paul clutching to his daughter now. 

“Well you can't say goodbye without a kiss” Jane reprimands, Emma nods agreeing. Paul takes a breath, excited.  

“You are absolutely right Jane” He kisses Jane on the forehead, before leaning and planting a sweet kiss on Emma's cheek. “I hope to see you again” She takes his phone out of hand, typing her number into his notes.

“Shouldn't be a problem, just remember to call me” She teases. Paul stifles a more than delighted squeal, walking away, disappearing behind his guards. Emma stands, letting out a frozen breath shes been holding for a while. He better call is her final thought. 

[hqkj]

life & love of kj apa.

What is your relationship status? married af and stoked about it, boiiii.

Would you consider yourself romantic? for sure. probably too much so. idk ask my wife.

What’s the most important part of a relationship? honesty, i think.

Do you want to get married? Do you want children? dunn & dunnzo

Have you ever been in love? i’m the kind of guy that falls in love with everything. like a good cup of coffee, a stranger on the street, a good night’s sleep, etc.

Longest relationship you’ve ever been in? the one i’m currently in. it’s both the longest on paper and emotionally. it’s for sure the furthest and deepest i’ve ever gone with another human being on an emotional level.

Do you fall for people easily? my track record says yes, yes i do.

Pick a person (you don’t need to give their name). How do you feel about them? Be as honest as you can get yourself to be. i love you so fucking much. my world, my life, my universe is better with you in it. everything beautiful in my life has been created with the alchemy of your light and love. i want to love you til my days are done and i’m just grateful to have the chance to do just that. you are truly my favorite thing, my girl. 

What’s your idea of a perfect date? it depends on my mood. i’m equally happy staying in and doing a two person party as i am hitting the town til the sun rises.

Is there anyone you can tell EVERYTHING to? this is the portion where i give a solid shoutout to my wife, my babes, my longtime love: maia mitchell apa. she’s the very best person i know and since we’re a team in this life now, her opinion matters just as much (if not more so) than mine. i know she’s going to give me the brutal truth because she wants to lift me up and wants me to be the best i can be.

Three things you love. 1. my sweetheart lilah love 2. my first born boys, ollie and wolfie and 3. good ass music. in that order.

Have you ever liked someone you didn’t expect to? it sort of takes a lot for me not to like you. like you have to be a real asshole. i either like you or i’m indifferent to you. if i don’t like you, you’ve given me a damn good reason.

Who are five people you find attractive? the wifey is the only lady i’ve got eyes for these days, to be quite honest.

Your favourite love song? conversations in the dark by john legend is a fuckin’ amazing love song. everything that guy touches is gold though.

If you could go back in time and give yourself one piece of advice about dating what would it be? take risks, put your heart on the line. but never gamble or risk or be reckless with anyone else’s heart because that’s just not cool.

[mazojo]

Noah screenshots? Hcs? Canon facts you like about him? If you guys were to break up, why?

NONNYYYYY

I am sorry for taking a moment there to answer you, I have been trying to write up this answer for a couple days but fumblr here always messes my post up //rip

I am gonna put this all behind a read more cossss I may get ramble and sentimental and people may not like it asdfghj but just know there may be spoilers below and that in this household we are always at all times and every single second, stanning Noah Marshall hours foLKz.

*Cracks knuckles* leTS GeT ThIS BreAD shall we?? ill be dividing it into each part because yo girl just got a chance to cream about her bby boi Noah and she will take iT asdcfvghjk trash

Screenshots

I am not sure what you mean 100% but I am guessing its sharing my fav screenshots while screaming about it and I will 100% do it xDDD

1- I call this one the “Tragic Backstory™ meets sappy”

Okay okay okay i gotta say this whole scene may as well be one of my favorite ones. Not only does it capture them soooo well, but it also made me connect even more to Noah. He lost everything the day he lost his sister. Everything he did was in order to gain everything back, in the hopes of bringing her back to return to how things were and i…..i…..am……weak……

2- This ones called “Everyone @ PB headquarters is a coward for not giving Noah happiness”

Not gonna put the entire scene because its too long buT when I say I would die for Noah Marshalls entire happiness, I mean I would diE FOR NOAH MARSHALL’S ENTIRE HAPPINESS (literally, because, you know, MC kinda dies for him….. ha…..haha….. too soon). thats it, thats the whole message I want ya to get from this post lmaooo.

3- This one goes by the name “Top 10 cursed moments in Choices history”

how he blames himself. “it should have been me….” because his mom blames him. he blames himself. Noah has carried this burden alone for his whole life. he is broken please someone hug him (and that someone is MC obviously pfffff).

4- This one is “I am damaged, gone wrong, got killed (100% real, not clickbait)”

DOnt have to explain how much this scene literally broKE one (1) dumb soul. This whole exchange is so powerful and everytime I re read it I get tears in my eyes because we all deserve better than this ;w;

5- Lastly I call this one “I added one more because all of the ones I choose were depressing and I needed to redeem my rat boi so”

Thats it, thats the screenshot. Please someone who doesnt know Noah Marshall describe him by this one image asdfghjk

Headcanons

ASDFYU OMG THANK YOU NONNY I STAN I STANNN 

Well, I actually made some of my MC x Noah HC because they are s o u l m a t e s and this is the post buuuuut some Noah hc I have are:

- As I mentioned in my other HC list, Noah is insomniac. He is always staying late and avoids sleeping because almost everytime he falls asleep he has nightmares thus he is always anxious when sleeping. Since he began dating MC in this magical AU the nightmares have been more manageable

- Can I reiterate on the fact that he has a beanie collection?? Like, I am talking all colors and sizes, homeboy’s only fashion statement is his beanie and we stan.

- He is terrible at using social media. MC and Stacey had to b e g him to create an Instagram account. To this day he still does not understand why people add hashtags to posts

- His favorite bands are Green Day, Simple Plan, Set it Off and Rex Orange County (see as I self insert myself in Noah LMAOO)

- His favorite Disney movies are treasure planet and Dumbo because he used to watch them as a kid a lot with Jane *crying noises intensify*

- He is actually a pretty decent singer! The one or two times MC catches him whispering some song she makes a huge deal out of it and asks him to sign autographs for her so when he becomes famous she can sell them, causing him to dramatically roll his eyes and blush while looking away.

- Even though he is a good singer, Noah haaaates dancing and he sucks at it. As I mention in the other HC list, he always ends up tumbling over with his own feet and avoids dance floors like the plague, only slightly softening for MC

- He refuses to buy AirPods even tho all the others have them. His most significant character trait is using wired headphones and owning it

- He has MC saved as “Dumbass 🖤”

- The crew has a group chat in which Noah has tried exiting, multiple times, only to be added once again and everyone going in his case for him to stop being emo asdfghjk

- His spirit animal is a wolf according to him, every-time MC remembers his answer to that question she starts quoting the “in all levels except physical I am a wolf” vine and “Noah has exited the chat” once again.

- His proudest achievement is his music library, with his infinite playlists selection.

This are some of the HC I haveee, I dont want to bombard you with them but I actually have a notes thingy with this lmaoooo, I do this with my fav pairings but never end up posting them asdfghj

Canon facts I like

oh boi

everything

asdfghjkl but in all seriousness:

- I mention this in almost all my Noah posts but his love for family is one of the things I like the most about him. How much he grasps into that hope his sister is alive and how much he suffers for it, even willing to sacrifice his soulmate friend for that, which okay, was wrong, but he did it with all the good intentions in the bottom of his heart.

- His humor definitely. asdfghj cynical and dark humor is very uwuwuwuwuwu attractive to me and my dankness so yeeee

- His passion for culinary school is soooo asdfghjk of his part. I personally have absolutely no idea how to boil water, so in the first place I admire anyone who knows how to cook, and just how much it means to him. Culinary school is his dream and he has abandoned it, but in every scene you speak that he brings it up, you can see how happy it makes him and asdfghjk bby boiiii

- His beanies asdfghjkkuytr okay okay I know I make fun of them a lot and stuff but beanies are actually are one of my few weaknesses for guys clothing lmaooo (just right behind glasses 😍)

- Just the whole thing with helping MC out (in my play-through) after getting turned into Redfield. Like, hello? he is literally not giving up until she is back? because he believes in her? eye-

Those are the ones I can think off right now from the top of my head but if I remember more later I will come back at ya with emmmm ^^

If you guys were to break up, why?

Big Ooffff

So I answered an ask from my homegirl Kato a while back answering and analyzing if Noah and I would actually work out in real life and I think in a way, the same answer can answer this question.

We would break up because in some way, we are too similar. In the sense that we are both pretty introverted, kept to ourselves, a bit of bad humor and that would lead us to clash in our own ways. Thats why I believe he needs someone like I HC my MC to be. She is outgoing, helping him get out of his shell, get out and explore, she is like the light and they balance each other out. If I were to date Noah we would just both fall into one side of the balance xDD

That being said I still loVE ma BaBY BOOOiiii nOahhhh but I think he would make a much much muuuuuch better couple with someone like MC :33 as I said, they are soulmatessss 🤧

Bishes be loving Noah. thats me, I am bishes and Anon has just blessed my inbox and we been stanning