#throw darts at it all you want you still printed out a picture of them to hang on your wall

[shoukohime]

I've rarely seen another character whose public image was quite as divided and polarized like jjk gojo's. Either you love him or you hate his guts. Either you want him to fuck you so bad or you firmly believe he's a deeply pathetic loser without rizz. He's hit with the hetero beam or he's gay. You're in love with his fascinating and beautiful blue eyes or you think his glow in the dark furby eyes are fucking freaky. Either you worship the ground he walks on or you throw darts at his picture on the wall.

[babsvibes]

One of the funniest things about enemies-to-lovers ships is how they’re almost always obsessed with each other. Like if a character actively chooses to interact with another character over and over again instead of simply ignoring them? Throw darts at it all you want, but you still printed out a picture of them to hang on your wall

[carryonsimoncarryonbaz]

THIS IS PERFECT YOU NAILED IT 😂😂🤣🤣 YOU BROUGHT IT TO LIFE

@carryon-countdown

Day 24 - cross

“Throw darts at it all you want, but you still printed out a picture of them to hang on your wall”

@carryonsimoncarryonbaz dropped this most incredible line from a tumblr post into my DMs and we spent about 2 hours digging a hole for Watford Simon to lay down and bury himself in. It’s so Simoncore it’s not even funny 🤣

[theshitpostcalligrapher]

Throw darts at it all you want, but you still printed out a picture of them to hang on your wall.

nice

[l1tw1ck]

Pervert Parker & Pervy Harry

Bottom Peter x Top Masc Reader

Bottom Harry Osborn x Top Masc Reader

Specific Peter/Harry is up to interpretation

↳ [Event]

CW: Non-Con Nude Picture Taking, Stalking, Rough Oral, Used Underwear Sniffing, Scent Kink, Oral

📸 You're the object of Peter's affections and in turn the muse for his photography. You noticed it a while ago but you didn't think anything of it, it's not like he's doing something weird with them anyway. At least that's what you thought.

📸 You came over to his house for a project and he left the room to get you something to eat. Out of curiosity, you looked through his newly printed photos, most of them appropriate, but the rest? Pictures of you naked, masturbating, and in the shower. You turned one of the photos around, your estimated dick size in red ink. Peter walked into the room at that moment, a picture of your erect dick in his face. "Your measurements are off. I'm bigger than that." You chuckled.

Peter, on his knees, looks at your hard length in awe. The very thing he's dreamed of taking inside him for months. Is this really happening? He asks himself, is he really about to suck you off? "You're taking too long." You grab his hair, his mouth agape, and force him onto your cock. Peter moans and doesn't fight back as you fuck his mouth, living out his fantasy of being treated roughly by you. He keeps his mouth opened wide to allow for seamless fucking, happily getting abused by your thick length. His hair'll be a mess by the time you're done and he's excited to see the result, but not as excited as he is to make you cum.

You pull him off of you, jerking yourself off before splattering his fucked out face with your cum. He takes a few seconds to process before licking the cum that landed on his lips, and scooping up the rest with his hand to swallow it. "Slut." You grin, slapping your cock on his tongue and letting him lick and suck you clean. You grab his camera and snap a few pictures, wanting to have a little something for yourself.

Pervy Harry

☆ You didn't think much of it when Harry tried to buy your friendship, as in buy you whatever you like in exchange for companionship. You just assumed that since he's a rich kid with a working father, he doesn't know how to properly befriend someone

☆ As it turns out, he was trying to buy your love. He wanted to get close to you and even though his efforts to "pay" you were for naught, you still got close to him. Close enough that he's allowed in your room no matter what. Harry climbed in through the window, knowing you weren't home, and immediately darted to your laundry basket. He used your boxers and gym shirt to masturbate, fingering himself to your scent. He mumbled your name dreamily, wishing he could smell directly from the source.

"Yes?" You smirk, closing the door. Harry jumps in surprise. "I- I can explain!" He throws the clothes away from him and takes his hand out of his pants. You pull your pants down, revealing your hard-on to him. "Come on, don't you want this?" Harry rushes over to you, kneeling in front of you. He drags his tongue from the tip of your cock down to the hilt, sniffing your balls before sucking on them, hand jerking off your cock. He relishes in the pleased sounds you make as he indulges in his long time fantasy. He moans as he slowly has his way with your cock, tongue dragging back up to your tip, sucking on it and swallowing your pre cum. He envelops your length all the way to the hilt, burying his nose in your pubes. He eventually starts moving, deep throating your cock like he's done it before (he hasn't).

You warn Harry that you're about to come, causing him to move more vigorously. He sucks your cock like it's his God given mission, eager to have your cum down his throat. He looks up at you just as you come, tears of pleasure streaming down his face.

[fl3shm4id3n]

Hi! If you still do Hobie (Brown) x Reader I would like to request a story,

Hobie x Reader carnival date

Maybe a plot where Hobie is preforming at a carnival and reader is there supporting him and afterwards they stay and have a date at the carnival.

Tbh If It's not relabtable for Hobie to ever preform In a place like that then It can just be a Hobie x reader date, no preforming or anything.

Don't feel pressured It's ok to say no.

That is all, thank you for reading <3

Yₒᵤ ₐₙd ₕₒbᵢₑ gₒᵢₙg ₒₙ ₐ Cₐᵣₙᵢᵥₐₗ Dₐₜₑ

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ꜱᴘɪᴅᴇʀ ᴘᴜɴᴋ/ʜᴏʙɪᴇ ʙʀᴏᴡɴ x ꜰᴇᴍ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

Tw: none♡

A/N: I hope you like this :)

Masterlist

Hobie had told you about where he was going to Perform, you had told him that you'd be there for sure.

The whole performance you were yelling and cheering for Hobie as much as you could. People would look at you with concern due to you yelling and screaming that the Guitarist was your boyfriend.

Most of the time you're taking pictures and videos, mainly of Hobie playing his guitar. You were basically acting like a fangirl of his back in his dimension.

After his show, you couldn't stop praising and telling Hobie that he did awesome on stage, causing him to blush or turn pink, he is very flattered.

Since there was still time and you didn't want to go home so soon, you and your boyfriend had the idea to have your date at the Carnival.

Hobie insists that you pick the game you want to play.

In all honesty, he want to win the biggest stuffed animal for you, even if it means stealing it from the stall, he want you to have that giant thing.

He is very good at throwing, so if you choose a game which involves throwing something like a ball or dart, he will play for sure.

If you aren't very good at throwing, he'll teach you how to throw and toss, he doesn't care f he's holding up the line or if he has to pay more, you both will not move until you manage to hit something.

You manage to get a hit and you got a prize, it was a small stuffed animal. Hobie wanted to argue with the guy in charge, saying that you deserve the biggest stuffed animal. You told him that the one you got was fine and had to almost drag him away from the stall.

You wanna go on the rides? He is all for it. He lets you pick which ride you want to go on, but you insist that he picks since he let you pick most of the games.

Hobie would pick one of the highest if not, scariest rides. If you're scared of highs, he won't force you to get on, he won't get on unless you don't want to. But if you do, he'll probably have an arm wrapped around you tightly the whole ride.

If you were taking pictures, Hobie would be posing with the stuffed animal you had called both your 'child'. But when it came to him taking pictures of you, most of them is just of a close up of your face. (He loves you)

You want food? Don't worry, Hobie's got you, he'll buy you whatever you want to eat, but with the condition that he could eat of your food. He likes to do the 'What's mine is yours, whats yours is mine.' Also because Carnival food is expensive (I think).

Before you leave, you both got to one final ride which is the ferries wheel. You take pictures of how high you are and of both you and Hobie. He'd want to have the picture of you two printed so that he could put it on his guitar, so that he could look at it when he is out doing Spiderman stuff.

[legolasghosty]

writing prompt of Juke as Enemies to Lovers + "you can throw how many darts at it as you want, but you still put her picture on your wall"

Anon, I am so so so sorry for how long this has taken! I swear my brain just hasn't been working for creative stuff and I'm sorry but here it finally is, I hope you find it!

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"I hate her," Luke growls as he enters the studio, slamming the door behind him.

"No you don't," Alex sighs from his corner of the couch, hunched over a history book.

Luke just shoots a glare at him. Alex rolls his eyes and grabs a pencil to start filling out the questions on his worksheet. Luke turns to Bobby, who is taking up the rest of the couch with his unfairly long legs.

"Don't look at me, dude," Bobby sighs, giving him a flat stare. "I'm with Alex on this one."

Alex reaches out and offers Bobby a fist bump without looking up. The two bump knuckles and Luke fumes.

"Do you guys even listen to me?" he exclaims. "Julie Molina is literally the bane of my existence."

At that, Reggie just starts laughing from his spot on the coffee table. "Really, Luke?" he teases. "Julie?"

Alex chuckles as well. "Yeah, not like, I don't know, biology or your curfew or the flu or something?"

"She's literally the worst person I have ever worked with!" Luke cries, fed up with the distinct lack of sympathy from his no longer best friends.

"You printed out her picture in the school yearbook to pin up on your wall," Bobby points out.

"For literal target practice!" Luke nearly yells. "And it's working, I've gotten pretty good at nailing that gap between her front teeth. And her eyes. And all the little colored things in her hair." When his bandmates don't say anything, Luke barrels on. "She won't say two words to me that aren't directly connected to this stupid assignment, she won't meet up anywhere other than school to work on it, and she glares at me for 'humming too loud', even though I know she's an amazing musician!"

Luke has hated Julie Molina for the better part of a year now, and it's easy for him to trace it back to its beginning. She'd performed in a spring recital at the school last year. She'd blown Luke's socks off with her incredible voice. It shook him down to his bones and he couldn't wait to find her afterwards and tell her how amazing it had been. He hadn't been able to find her, but hadn't worried much. They went to the same school after all.

But when he'd finally run into her a few weeks later near the bathrooms, she'd practically bitten his head off the second he called her a musician. And from that day on, Luke hated her. Because he can take people being rude to him, but turning on music?! Only a monster would do that. And in their interactions since then, she's only proven his point. She's a jerk.

"You can throw all the darts you want, but you still put her picture on your wall," Alex groans. "Have you tried actually having a civil conversation with her? Without talking about music?"

"What else would there be to talk about?" Luke demanded, kicking at the leg of the coffee table in pure frustration.

"Movies?" Reggie suggests.

"School?" Bobby adds.

"Literally any other interesting thing about life?" Alex finishes.

Luke lets out an angry huff and spins on his heel, heading for the bathroom. As soon as it slams shut behind him, Bobby lets his palm connect with his face.

"This is pointless," Reggie sighs. "Just got a text from Jules too, stating that Luke is a selfish moron."

Alex pulls out his phone. "I'm texting Flynn. If they aren't going to have a conversation themselves, then I swear I'm going to lock them in a closet until they do."

"I mean they're both already out," Bobby jokes, but he nods. "But yeah, I'm very sick of the headaches induced by them not realizing they're in love with each other."

"Ditto," Reggie says.

[firequeenofficial]

Okay, bare with me for this. In this moment, directly after the mansion was burned (I'm pretty sure it was the first time):

(Art by @/tibby-art)

unless I'm remembering incorrectly, the Bad Boys and Clockers were standing side by side, 3 on 3, on opposite sides of the dark oak forest. All they could see was the other team standing still and staring vaguely in their direction, nothing more. And yet, Scar singles Grian out to wave and say hi to, none of the others, and Grian singles Scar out to say it was him, none of the others, even though (again, I may be misremembering) it was Cleo who burnt the mansion.

My point here is, even when they're on opposite sides, coming very close to being enemies, they can't resist singling each other out of a group.

It's giving "throw darts at it all you want, you still printed out a picture of them to hang on your wall". (source under the cut)

(If I've made half of this up, I apologise, please let me keep living in my Desert Duo fantasy)

[pantoneyoongi]

03. the roommate

title ; find room for me  cast ; yoongi x you, ft bts, got7 word count ; 4.1k tags ; roommate!au, friends to lovers, it’s finally here!!, this is completely unedited i’m so sorry lol, just a whole lotta fluff tbh

description ; falling in love with your roommate wasn’t part of the fine print when you signed your lease. 

masterlist | part one | part two 

Every date you go on shifts a different feeling into Yoongi’s chest. 

Look - Yoongi’s not great with feelings. He’s not good at dealing with them, not good at facing them, and not altogether that good at naming them, either. He just kinda does whatever seems right and usually things just sort of sort themselves out eventually. 

But you’ve been going on dates at least once a week for coming up on two months now, and he’s starting to question the breath he always lets out whenever you come home and shake your head again, telling him it didn’t really go well. It’s probably not a good sign that he seems to like the fact that you can’t succeed on your dates, right? 

Not that he really understands why. For a number of things, really. But there’s a limited set of mental questions he’s willing to address, and why he prefers your dates ending in failures isn’t high up on the list. 

What he is willing to think about is why your dates fall through in the first place. Who wouldn’t like you? Why wouldn’t they, when you have that adorable laugh and pretty eyes that crinkle in the corners whenever you smile? Don’t they think it’s fascinating that you jump out of your skin at horror movies but they’re still your favorite genre to watch? Isn’t it utterly enchanting to watch you get entirely immersed in any story you tell, eyes sparkling so brightly that Yoongi can’t even look you in the face, but he’d listen to you for hours on end? Who in their right mind is missing out on charming their way into your heart? 

He counts himself lucky that nobody has, yet. 

He’s just not sure why. 

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It’s Taehyung’s turn to figure out dinner for your Friday night hang-outs. Normally he gets take-out, but this week he decided he wanted to give cooking a try, which means Yoongi is in the kitchen making sure he doesn’t light anything on fire that isn’t supposed to be on fire. 

“Dude,” Taehyung complains, nudging Yoongi. “Are you helping me or are you just standing there?” 

Yoongi shakes out of it. He can’t seem to take his eyes off you today, and he doesn’t know what it is that’s making him like this. You just - you look so pretty, even that unamused look you throw at Namjoon whenever he says something lame has Yoongi forgetting what he’s supposed to be doing. When your eyes glance back to him, he quickly averts his gaze, grunting back to Taehyung and pretending to be invested in preparing the vegetables. He’s slicing the mushrooms when he gets distracted by your twinkling laughter again, eyes darting back up to look at you. 

A flash of - god, he really needs to learn how to name his emotions. But it’s an unpleasant feeling, something twisting in his chest uncomfortably at the sight of you beaming at Jungkook, playfully invading his space. “Should I just date Kookie?” your voice is in his head, paired with your pensive expression. At the time, he was pretty sure you were joking. But friends become more all the time, don’t they? 

“If you’re just gonna stand there staring at Y/N, you may as well swap with Jungkook,” Taehyung nudges him, and for a brief second Yoongi actually considers it. His brain does the quick calculations - you minus Jungkook, add Yoongi… What does he have to do to divide Namjoon out of the picture? 

“I’m not - staring.” Yoongi’s choppy sentence is incredibly unconvincing and Taehyung just arches a brow at him. Yoongi stares flatly back. A better man might own up to it but Yoongi is more a stubborn man than anything else. 

Taehyung rolls his eyes. He looks like he wants to say something but just heaves a sigh instead, waving him off. “I’m gonna say ‘I told you so’ when you idiots figure it out,” he shuffles off to continue preparing his food. Yoongi frowns. 

“Figure what out?” 

Silence. 

“Figure - wait, Taehyung - figure what -” 

“Chop chop, hyung!” 

He hates this. 

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The one thing Yoongi will say he’s newly discovered about you in the process of watching you go on date after date is that you have a much more expansive closet than he thought you did. 

It’s giving him a headache, having to force smiles on his face and asking you to do a spin for him every time, so he can compliment you sincerely, just to watch you slip out the door again. Something constricts in his chest every time, seeing you smile softly back whenever he tells you how pretty you look. Your eyes always shy away from his, abashed, giving him this fluttering feeling that drives him nuts when the door closes behind you. His heart pounds in his chest and he always has to inhale deeply as soon as you’re gone, taking back the air that he’d lost holding his breath whenever he looks at you. 

The good news is you’re staying in tonight, back in your usual pajamas with the little cats patterned on them, shuffling about the kitchen. Yoongi watches you from the couch, as you go from the cabinet to the fridge and back to the cabinet, collecting what you need to make hot chocolate. Your hair is still wet from a shower, a towel draped over your shoulders to keep the water from seeping into your clothes. You’re kind of glowing, actually, or maybe Yoongi is actually losing his mind. 

When you turn around, he rapidly adjusts his vision back to the TV, burying himself deeper into the pink snuggie that is offensively comfortable. It’s literally just a blanket with a hood. And yet. Yoongi can’t stop curling himself into it. 

You make your way into the living room, setting down a cup of hot chocolate for him on the table. He blinks at you in surprise, not having expected you to make one for him, too, and you smile at him, making his breath catch. It’s been getting harder and harder to look away from you these days. But it’d be weird if you caught him staring, so he diverts his eyes almost immediately, glancing back at the cocoa. 

“Any requests for tonight’s movie?” you ask as you settle onto the couch, grabbing the remote off the table. You lean against the opposite arm of the couch instead of against him, and Yoongi wonders when he got used to feeling the warmth of you beside him and when you stopped doing that. 

He shrugs, leaning forward to grab the cup of hot chocolate you’d made for him, just to preoccupy himself. “Anything goes.” 

Your eyes glint. “Even if it’s scary?” 

His nose scrunches and he sips his drink. “Do you never get tired of being scared shitless?” 

“I never get tired of you getting scared shitless.” 

“I have never been scared in my life.” 

You giggle. “The Conjuring it is.” 

Ah. Yoongi understands now why he likes the snuggie so much. It has a hood that he can shove as far down as it can go so as to avoid nightmares for the next three days from watching the insane shit you call an enjoyable movie. 

True to your word, you flip to The Conjuring, tossing the remote to inevitably get lost somewhere on the couch. As the movie plays, the two of you jump (and shriek a little) and somehow you’re back at Yoongi’s side, fingers clutching at the snuggie and face buried into it, as close as you can get to him. You may as well be in his lap, the way you’re holding onto him, and Yoongi’s heart is suddenly racing for reasons unrelated to the movie. 

He swallows hard, completely distracted. Whatever’s happening on the screen is not even remotely close to being processed in his brain, largely because every single functioning brain cell he has has decidedly thrown itself out the window. 

What is wrong with him? His face feels hot and he’s a bit frozen in place, really, and - 

He feels your arms slide around his waist, something you’ve never done before. Most of the time you cling to his arm, wrapped tight around his bicep like a koala. But your hands are now curled firm around his side, gripping tight enough to let him know you’re still terrified by the movie you chose. 

Slowly, like if he moves too fast this will all dissipate into thin air, he turns to look at you. You’re no longer looking at the screen, face buried into his chest, so he really only sees the top of your head. He’s hyper-aware of every part of you latched onto him, legs thrown over his thighs somehow at some point in the night, and, very hesitantly, his arms shift to hold you. 

You still. Now both of you are hyper-aware of the position you’re in, and neither of you are paying attention to the movie anymore. But neither of you move, either, Yoongi because he’s pretty sure there’s no way he can play this off any way but awkwardly if he gets up right now, and you because you’re not entirely sure this is real and happening and it’s impressive how quickly Yoongi can make you forget any date you’ve ever been on with a touch as gentle as the one he has on you right now. 

But you have to move, eventually. Eventually, the movie will end, and you won’t have any excuse to stay here anymore. Eventually, you’ll have to go to bed. 

There’s any number of reasons you could run through to get up and out of his arms, but none of them are stronger than the desire to stay here, where he’s warm and comfortable and safe. Yoongi’s simply given up on any form of critical thinking, because whatever’s happening might not make sense but it definitely feels nice despite his heart threatening to jump straight out of his chest. 

So you both stay. Silent, pretending like you’re still watching the movie even though neither of you jump at the scary parts. You stay so long you somehow both fall asleep, with your head against his chest, and Yoongi curled around you. 

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“You’re overthinking.” 

“I’m overthinking,” you agree, staring blankly at the wall right past Namjoon’s head. “But I’m valid.” 

He arches an eyebrow. “Can I ask what you’re overthinking?” 

“Oh my god,” you crumble instantly, burying your face into your palms, distressed. “Oh my god. Oh my god, Namjoon.” 

“That’s very nice,” he says placatingly. “But I’m afraid that tells me literally nothing, Y/N.” 

You peer at him from between your fingers. “Namjoon,” you say, heat already creeping up your cheeks at the thought. “I sort of… We sort of…” 

He leans forward. “Sort of…?” 

You groan, squeezing your eyes shut again and dragging your hands through your hair. His jaw drops. 

“Did you sleep with him?” 

“No!” you hiss, palms slapping down onto the table. Then you frown. “I mean, yes, but not that kind of sleeping!” 

Namjoon squints at you. “Oh. Then what are you overthinking?” 

“Namjoon. I fell asleep, like, practically on top of him.” 

His brows furrow, confused. “Don’t you two do that all the time?” 

You throw him an odd look. 

“What? Namjoon, no I do not regularly fall asleep on top of our good friend Min Yoongi!” You emphasize the friend part, in case Namjoon decides he wants to make that particular vital piece of information irrelevant in this conversation. 

He waves a hand. “Whatever. But doesn’t he, like, regularly carry you to bed?” 

Namjoon’s not wrong. Yoongi does often carry you to your bed when you’ve fallen asleep on the couch. He never brings it up in conversation, and neither do you, but it’s the only reasonable explanation you have after the several instances when the last thing you recall is the TV rather than crawling into bed. You tried to thank him for it once and Yoongi had just shrugged then shuffled away from you without meeting your eyes, so you never brought it up again. 

You make a vague noise at Namjoon. “It’s not the same thing.” 

“It’s the natural progression,” Namjoon concludes. He nods thoughtfully. “Good. Nice progress.” 

You stare at him. “What?” 

He looks back at you like he’s startled you’re still in front of him. He smiles, ever so helpfully, and gives you utterly nothing in return. 

You sigh. 

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You’ve been slacking. That’s what this is. 

It’s the only explanation you can use to justify why you’ve let yourself keep slipping around Yoongi, succumbing to the warmth of him, kind eyes, gentle smiles. Falling asleep in his lap, in his arms, is a wake-up call. Christ, you’re never gonna get over him like this. 

You think it startles Yoongi a little bit because he always looks a little surprised when you say you’re going out for the night. The rate at which you go on dates has increased aggressively now, a desperate bid to find anyone - anyone - that’ll keep you from jeopardizing your friendship with Yoongi.

You try. You really try. You try not to nitpick and find stupid reasons why you shouldn’t see someone for a second date. Sometimes, you even go on a second date anyway, because hey, maybe the second time around, your date will be that much more tolerable. 

They never are. None of them send sparks through your system. Some of them are just downright poor dates, but even the ones who are nice, the ones who are trying just as hard as you - you just keep trying to find Yoongi in them and failing. 

Matters are made worse when Yoongi for no discernible reason decides to turn up his charm ten thousand notches. You can’t tell if it’s because the more dates you go on, the more you notice how endearing Yoongi is to you, or if Yoongi is just getting bored around the apartment without you in it. You always come home to a plate left to the side for you (“in case you didn’t get to eat a lot,”), or your favorite drink left in the refrigerator for you that he would’ve had to explicitly go out and buy from the store that’s a whole thirty minute train ride out because the one near you doesn’t stock it, or, this time, a little origami crane perched on the breakfast bar near your front door. 

“His name is Minnie,” Yoongi says, peering at you from the couch. You pick up Minnie. “Jimin made me name him that.” 

“You made it?” you ask, playing with the little wings. It’s made from a classic yellow post-it note, probably from his job. You’d gone to your date straight after work, so you haven’t seen Yoongi since this morning. 

“Yeah,” Yoongi says, then pauses. “Well. Jimin taught me how while he was avoiding doing his job again.” 

“That explains the name,” you mutter, setting Minnie back on the counter, so you can shrug your coat off and toss it over a chair. 

You usually try to get changed as soon as you’re home, but after today’s lackluster date, you just want to sink into the couch and maybe meld into it until you’re one with the couch. The defeat is so deep in your bones, and seeing Yoongi’s adorably mussed hair and cute little crane makes you wonder if you might be better off accepting that you’re never getting over him, a thousand dates be damned. 

“Bad date again?” Yoongi shifts in his spot on the couch. He’s slightly angled, shoulders dipping down towards you as he stares ahead at the TV with you. You draw out of your thoughts for a minute to squint at the screen. 

“Are you watching Coco?” 

Yoongi blinks. “Maybe.” 

You try to hide a smile. He huffs. 

“There’s nothing wrong with Coco, Y/N.” 

You make a vague noise, shrugging your shoulders to tease him. “I didn’t say there was anything wrong with Coco, Yoongi. It’s a lovely movie.” 

“It is a lovely movie.” 

He’s pouty and you can see it in the corner of your eyes. You slink just the slightest bit closer, shoulders just shy of touching. “If this is what you want to watch on movie night Yoongi, you just gotta say so.” 

He crosses his arms, petulant. “I can handle a scary movie.” 

Your eyes glitter with amusement when you look at him. “That doesn’t mean we can’t watch Coco sometimes.” 

His eyes slide over to you. “But you like scary movies,” he says simply, so plainly, like it’s a given that he should let you have your way whenever you want, even over something as unimportant as what to watch on movie night. You’re so taken aback that your smile slips for just a moment, before you jerk your gaze away from him, facing the TV again. 

You both let the movie fill the space for a minute, sitting in silence save for Miguel running around on screen. Then Yoongi bounces his leg twice, elbow nudging lightly into your side. “How was your date?” 

You hate that he always asks. Every time, without fail. Sometimes even without words, but regardless, he asks. You know it’s what makes him such a good friend - always listening to you talk about your day, the things going on in your life, even the most mundane of activities that you tell him about, he listens attentively, wanting to know anything you’ll offer up to him. 

But every failed date leaves you with shame sinking into your chest, your feelings for Yoongi rooting deeper and deeper, reminding you that maybe you’re never going to let him go. 

You let out a dramatic sigh, tilting your head back on the couch and letting all your limbs go slack. “At this point, I’m just gonna ask Namjoon to take me on a date. He’s mostly nice and filthy rich. At least maybe I can con him into paying for another meal for me.” 

You expect Yoongi to make some joke about Namjoon always getting conned out of his money, but instead he’s quiet. You stiffen, teeth gnawing on your lower lip, slowly, hesitantly glancing over at him, wondering why he won’t say anything. You release your lip to make another remark playing it off, to fill the space, but then Yoongi is looking intently at you, suddenly shifted and leaning close to you, one arm behind you on the couch and the other next to your knee, to keep balance as he draws close to you. 

“What about me?” 

You blink, taken aback. “What?” 

Yoongi’s tired of you going out on shitty dates, tired of you leaving him home alone while you try and entertain somebody else out there who clearly doesn’t even remotely come close to entertaining you. He hates watching you leave out the door - hates that sometimes you don’t even leave out the door, because you go straight from work. He misses the time spent in between, picking you up from work and walking home with you, having dinner with you, the way you laugh every time he complains about Jimin and Jimin’s anti-work ethic. He misses your stories about Hoseok during your coffee breaks or the pictures you secretly show Yoongi that Jungkook only sends to you because he thinks Namjoon will nag him in the group chat. He hates the jealousy - because that’s precisely what it is - that grips at him whenever he sees you get too close to someone who isn’t him. 

“I’ll take you on a date,” the words are out of his mouth before its even properly registered in his head, but Yoongi thinks maybe that’s what he’s been trying to say for months now, with every meal shared and every nudge on the subway in the mornings and jacket offered in the cold and dish washed when you’re tired and movie watched together late into the night. 

“I’ll show you what a good date looks like,” he repeats, and you stare blankly at him, unable to tell if he’s joking but he just leans closer, lips quirking in the corner, hesitant but earnest. There’s not an ounce of humor in his eyes, just a little bit of hope as he waits for your answer. 

You splutter a little, brain cells clinking together awkwardly in an attempt to put together the pieces Yoongi is laying out in front of you. “Really?” you ask, a little embarrassingly breathless from how close he is to you right now. You try to give him an out, “The bar’s pretty high.” 

He tilts his head, serious as ever, keeping his eyes concentrated on you. It makes you dizzy. “I’m pretty confident.” 

You duck your head, trying to hide a smile. Your heart is racing in your chest. “You should be,” you mumble. Then, shyer, “You’re the one who set the bar in the first place.” 

His eyebrows shoot up, and you raise your eyes to meet his again. “But if you’re gonna offer to take me on a date, can I request one thing?” 

“Anything.” 

“Can you say it first?” 

He huffs out a laugh, cheeks warming. “Say what? That I like you, and I think I’ve probably liked you for awhile now?” His fingers twitch like he wants to shift them elsewhere, maybe rest them on you instead of on the safety of the couch, but even with his fingers a breath away from your knee and your back, you can still feel the electricity sparking. “Or should I just say, stop asking our other friends to take you on a date and just go on one with me, instead?” 

That pulls a laugh out of you, which makes his eyes light up, the way they always do when he makes you laugh. You always thought Yoongi just secretly liked to entertain people, but the way he looks at you now, you wonder if maybe he just likes to entertain you. 

With your heart fluttering, you try for coy, leaning towards him with a tilt of your head. “Mm. Not quite what I wanted,” you say playfully, even if it’s exactly what you wanted to hear, Yoongi easily wiping away any of your fears that he’s maybe just ‘being a good friend’ or any other ridiculous excuse you can come up with. You grab the pink snuggie that’s off to the side of the couch and tug it over your lap, grin widening when you see his gaze narrow in on it. 

“Admit it,” you tease. “You like my snuggie.” 

He snorts, head ducking, his hair flopping over his eyes. He glances back up, one eyebrow arched. “I like you.” 

His insistence sets off the butterflies in your stomach all over again, but you refuse to back down, not when you so enjoy when Yoongi’s like this, the kind of soft and playful that Yoongi only gets around you. You bite your lip and press the pink fluff towards him. “And my snuggie?” 

He bites his cheek, trying to fight a smile. With a roll of his eyes, he says, “...and your snuggie.” 

You grin, shrieking slightly when he tackles you, snuggie and all, down onto the couch. He gets his arms wrapped around you, face buried into your neck, and you can feel him smiling against you, both hearts pounding hard enough that you’re not sure if it’s yours or his that’s going so fast. Eventually you end up wound around him, limbs tangled, Yoongi’s face close in a way you didn’t think you’d ever get to see unless by accident. 

“I do really like you,” he says quietly, sincere. “I’m… you know. Want to be the only person to take you on dates.” 

You smile, fingers curling into his shirt, fiddling with the fabric. Your cheeks feel hot, probably just as pink as his are now. You can’t quite meet his eyes, shy and happy, when you confess, “I really like you too.” 

Face buried in his chest, you feel every part of you light up with Yoongi’s warmth, the steady comfort he’s always brought you, consistent, reliable, Yoongi. 

There’s no one else who can compare. 

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bonus

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” you say dryly, watching Jungkook pout as he drops twenty bucks into Namjoon’s hands. “Joonie.” 

He shrugs, waving the twenty in the air. “I had to get my money back somehow. And you two were so obvious.” 

“When?” Jungkook throws his hands out. “How did I miss this?” 

“Taehyung didn’t tell you?” you glance towards Jungkook’s roommate. “That’s how Namjoon found out.” 

Jungkook looks devastated by the betrayal, tackling Taehyung and rolling around on Namjoon’s floor, narrowly avoiding Yoongi’s spot sprawled on the ground, half-asleep. Yoongi smacks an arm against either Taehyung or Jungkook (it’s hard to tell while they’re squabbling) and the two roll in another direction to fight. 

“So does he know about why you downloaded the apps in the first place?” Namjoon questions, as he pockets the $20. 

You still, glancing at him. “Not yet…” 

Namjoon grins. “Hey, Yoongi-” 

“Namjoon, I swear to god-” 

[darkfictionjude]

I've read a post on tumblr these days talking about characters on enemies-to-lovers couples hating each other to the point of obsession, and it said "throw darts at it all you want, but you still printed out a picture of them to hang on your wall". I don't remember who posted it but that's the only thing I thought about during Lorcan's scenes lol, like yeah this guy would print out a picture of MC to hang on his wall. To throw darts at it, of course, but he'd still do it! Love him for that.

You know something??? That is something I had already conceived when I created his relationship with mc. He does have a picture of them. He stole it one of the many times he was at Orla’s house. It’s a yearbook picture. He would crumple it up and smooth it over and over again before he finally decided to pin it up and throw things at it. He would sometimes use darts but not always because he wanted your face to remain as it was.

In the event you ever see his room in game mc will note that and maybe ask him what the hell that’s about 😌

[apollopin]

"Throw darts at it all you want, but you still printed out a picture of them to hang on your wall."

one of my favorite twitter quotes. account name is babsvibes on twitter (I think)

[llycaons]

"Throw darts at it all you want, but you still printed out a picture of them to hang on your wall." - This is a raw line.

not to be rude but people don't know what a raw line is. this is a basic line that any inexperienced tumblr person could have written very easily

[bat-besties]

hi rose wilson for the ask game?

Thank you!!

Headcanon A:  realistic

Trans woman Rose!!! Growing up, I think she didn’t have any disconnect in being a boy, since she was allowed to do and act how she wanted regardless of gender, and was in a very female environment. When puberty and the Gender Trouble hit, I think Lili was extremely supportive - so much of Lili’s life has been different than how she expected it to be as a sheltered minor royal all those years ago, and she didn’t get this far without being able to adapt. She loves her child more than anything, no matter what.   

I think Rose has physically transitioned, and struggles with very little dysphoria now. She also doesn’t choose to disclose her identity to anyone unless she really trusts them, as is her right! 

Headcanon B: while it may not be realistic it is hilarious

God, it’s hard to think of anything funnier than how canon Rose is. 

I think she should print out a picture of Cassie to throw darts at

Headcanon C: heart-crushing and awful, but fun to inflict on friends

I think that because Rose is a young woman who is abrasive and well, Rose, people who know her assume she doesn’t want kids. In actuality, she doesn’t know, it’s not something she’s thought about and she's still young. But she loves kids, as we know from canon, she gets them and finds them genuinely interesting. Having a little girl like Lian one day…isn’t something she can let herself want. What if Rose messes up? What if she’s come too far from being that teenage babysitter who everyone trusted, what if having built up her walls she’ll become a prisoner inside of them?

Or worse, what if she does become soft and open and loving with her kid…and that weakness leads to both of them getting hurt. She knows Slade would want her kid, and other villains could hurt them, just like her kidnapping leading to her mother’s death was revenge against her father.

So yeah, she doesn’t think about it.

Headcanon D: unrealistic, but I will disregard canon about it because I reject canon reality and substitute my own.

I think Rose should be able to hug Eddie/Kid Devil for a few moments because of her super serum, maybe feeling a bit of a sizzle like if you stand too close to a fire or have food which is just spicier than your tolerance.

[shinies-of-zer0gh]

throw darts at it all you want, but you still printed out a picture of them to hang on your wall.

[bisexualhomelander]

He's aiming at him, but he's never actually hitting him.

And if that isn't true love, then I don't know what is.

Where's that post that was like: throw darts at it all you want, you still printed out a picture of them?

[jade-eclipse-lithium]

Throw darts at it all you want, but you still printed out a picture of them to hang on your wall