#cheesy otp prompts

[cheesyotpprompts]

an OTP where Person A has always had trouble sleeping… Until they meet Person B, and can only fall asleep with B next to them 🥲

#cheesy otp prompts #otp prompts #imagine your otp #soft otp prompts #fluffy otp prompts

[keishara-korianthil]

Imagine your OTP (or one of your favourite ships) #3

Person A: Are you the sun? Person B: I- Why do you ask that? Person A: Because you light up all my days ;)

#it's cheesy i know #imagine your ocs #imagine your otp #ships #otp prompts

[youneedsomeprompts]

~ GRUMPY X SUNSHINE ~ PROMPTS

requested by: various anons requests: grumpy x sunshine OTP prompts, grumpy character realising their "strange feelings" are from falling for the sunshine character

Feel free to use and reblog!

#1 - sunshine is humming and singing constantly, while grumpy at best just tolerates it quietly

#2 - grumpy is giving in to fulfil sunshine's wishes after they have been begging for hours

#3 - sunshine is babbling happily & grumpy is listening

#4 - grumpy: "So? What do you wanna do?" sunshine: "Ice cream! I want to have some ice cream!" grumpy: "But isn't that very... sweet?" *slight look of disgust*

#5 - grumpy is frowning all the time but sunshine can see they're happy

#6 - grumpy is complaining but as sunshine gives them a scalp massage they actually don't find it too bad (that doesn't stop them from complaining)

#7 - sunshine: "Aww! A PUPPY!" grumpy: *jaded sigh*

#8 - sunshine is giving grumpy countless hugs & grumpy enjoys it silently

#9 - grumpy: "No, we can't do that." sunshine: "I know we will do it. You won't say no. You never do."

#10 - sunshine is down and not lighthearted at all for a moment & grumpy is trying to cheer them up by taking on the sunshine role

#11 - sunshine: "Oh, you're the best!" grumpy: "I don't know about that."

#12 - sunshine being a morning person and bringing grumpy a coffee to wake them up because they don't want to spend the morning alone

#13 - grumpy is feeling a lot less irritated about the annoying things in life since sunshine is chirping their cheesy things into their ear all the time

#14 - grumpy is realising what a different (and much more pleasant) life it would be if sunshine was by their side all the time

#15 - grumpy is feeling a distinct void in their chest when sunshine isn't around

#16 - grumpy: "You know about all this soft stuff, right?" sunshine: "What do you mean?" grumpy: "Well, for example, can you tell me what's love?"

#17 - grumpy getting all heart-eyed when sunshine is being adorable

#18 - grumpy: *realises their feelings* "Oh, shit!" sunshine: "What is it? Did I do something wrong?" grumpy: "No, you didn't. I guess that's the problem."

#19 - grumpy: *tries to make a sweet gesture* sunshine: "What is that?" grumpy: "It's supposed to be a cake. Isn't it obvious?"

#20 - grumpy is trying to stay away from sunshine because they think they aren't good for them

#grumpy x sunshine prompts #grumpy x sunshine otp #grumpy x sunshine #otp prompts #otp #writing prompts #prompt list #prompts #writing inspiration #writing ideas #writers on tumblr #writeblr #fanfic prompts #fluff prompts #setting prompts #dialogue prompts #romance prompts #platonic prompts #crush prompts #realizing a crush prompts #20 prompts

[confessionsofaromancereader]

otp butterflies prompts ♡

{another set of cute dialogue prompts to make your hearts flutter, and your otp’s too…!} don’t be shy to use! - ‘oh my, sorry i can’t focus when you look at me like that,’ - ‘sorry what was that? i keep getting lost in your eyes. what? too cheesy?’ - ‘i know you love me playing with your hair’ - ‘you’re so beautiful, you know that right?’ - ‘you make me tummy feel all squishy’ - ‘stoppp, don’t smile at me like that’ - ‘it’s just you and me here, don’t shy away, baby’ - ‘don’t shy away from me, babe’ - ‘you’re so precious oh my god,’ - ‘i can’t help but smile looking at you,’ - ‘come sit on my lap baby,’ - ‘i know it’s obvious, but you still and always will give me butterflies,’ - ‘hold my hand, babe, i’m nervous,’ - ‘i know you’ll do perfect, okay?’ - ‘trust me, i love you more than you think’ - 'your hands are so tiny/big, i love it'

#otp #otp prompts #otp writing #otpwriting #writing prompt #writing #writing tips #writing advice #love prompts #writing romance #romance prompts #cute prompts #butterfliesprompts #otpbutterflies

[autumnslance]

Year of the OTP - March 2023 - Fairy Tale AU

A young thief becomes embroiled in the tale of a pair of cursed lovers; by day, the lady is a hawk, but by night, the man is a wolf. Forever together, eternally apart, cursed so after crossing the evil bishop. Aided by the thief and their old friend--a penitent, drunken monk--the couple must somehow face their foe as humans together on "a day without a night and a night without a day" to break the terrible spell.

--

...So Ladyhawke is one of those cheesy 80s fantasy films (complete with rock score instead of orchestral, that was a thing in that decade), but the story is very fairy tale-esque and I thought it'd be a fun set to do. Thanks to @driftward for help with some photoshopping, like the Ifrit eclipse and fixing our stubborn Ascian standing in for the bishop.

Year of the OTP prompt list here. I'm not great at writing AUs, so it's more about the images for this one.

#Final Fantasy XIV #Lyn Edits #Fairy Tale AU #Ladyhawke #Urianger Augurelt #Emet-Selch #Thancred Waters #Aeryn Striker #Thancred x WoL #wolcred #shippy nonsense #YOTP 2023 #Ryne Waters

[oh-nostalgiaa]

Writing Prompt Masterlist, Part Seven

Masterlist of Writing Prompt Masterlists

The Prompts

30 Angsty Dialogue Prompts

A Comprensive List of Scenarios Prompts

Aftercare Sentence Starter Prompts

AI-less Whumptober 2023 Prompts

Angry Confession Prompts

Angsty Friends to Lovers Prompts

Apologies and Forgiveness Sentence Starter Prompts

Asking for Consent Prompts

Betrayal Prompts

Blind Date Prompts

Caring Prompts

Cheesy Pick-Up Lines Prompts

Comforting Words Prompts

Concerned Sentence Starter Prompts

Cozy and Content Cuddling in Bed Prompts

Desperate Dialogue Prompts

Dialogue Responses to Can We Talk? Prompts

Different Ways to Say I Love You Prompts

Dirty Little Compliments Prompts

Dirty Pick-Up Lines Prompts

Dom / Sub Sentence Starter Prompts

Don't Make Me Destroy You Prompts

Drabble List #9

Dramatic & Protective Relationship Prompts

Dramatic Starter Prompts

Dreams and Nightmares Sentence Starter Prompts

Drunken Love Confession Prompts

Empathetic Sentence Starter Prompts

Exes to Lovers Prompts

Exhaustion Sentence Starter Prompts

Fake Dating AU Prompts

Fake Dating Sentence Starter Prompts

Fantasy Prompts

Five Sentence Prompts

Found Family Sentence Starter Prompts

General Smut Prompts

Hard-to-Find Hurt / Comfort Action Prompts

Horrors Prompts

Hostile Sentence Starter Prompts

Hurt / Comfort Dialogue Prompts

Hurt / Comfort Starter Prompts

I Accidentally Told You I Loved You And Now We're Finally Talking About It Prompts

I Don't Know Prompts

I Thought Prompts

Insecurity Starter Prompts

Just Close Your Eyes Prompts

Kink Prompts

Kinktober 2023 Prompts

Kinky Scenarios Prompts

Kiss Prompts

Kiss Meme Prompts

Looking at Someone and Thinking Prompts

Magical Sentence Starter Prompts

Make 'Em Swoon Prompts

Married Life Prompts

Neighbors to Lovers Prompts

No Time Will Be Better Prompts

Non-Verbal Angst Prompts

Oops! All Angst! Prompts

Opportunities to Feel Unwanted Prompts

OTP Prompts: Protectiveness

Physical Intimacy Prompts

Please Don't Leave My Side Prompts

Popstar x Rockstar Prompts

Praise Kink Phrases Prompts

Praise Kink Sentence Starter Prompts

Prompts for First Meetings and Awkward Chats

Prompts for Intimate Pillow Talk

Prompts for Nonverbal Communication

Prompts for Patching Up Wounds

Protection Prompts

Question Starter Prompts

Quotes from Stories I Never Finished Prompts

Random Action-Themed Prompts

Random Fluffy Sentence Starter Prompts

Reasons to Cup a Face Prompts

Responses to I'm Sorry Prompts

Responses to Why Are You Avoiding Me? Prompts

Ride or Die Prompts

September Prompts

Settings with Potential Prompts

Sexting Starter Prompts

Sexual Tension Prompts

Small Things That Just Matter in Romance Prompts

Some Sleepy Scenario Prompts

Sparring Prompts

Summer Fling Prompts

Sweet, Caring Prompts

Time Slipping Prompts

Touch Starved Prompts

Toxic Relationship Prompts

Walk Down Memory Lane Prompts

Ways to Ask About It Prompts

Whumptober 2023 Prompts

Why Would Childhood Friends Fall in Love Prompts

Winter and Christmas Prompts

Writer's Month Prompt List 2023

You're the Only Person I Can Turn To Prompts

You Can't Prompts

#masterlist #prompts #writing #writing prompts

[danothan]

halbarry has truly weakened me bc i used to roll my eyes over cookie cutter shipping tropes/prompts in fandom, and sometimes i still do. like i’ll read a list of “imagine your otp” and groan scrolling thru. and then pause. and then scroll back up and actually try to imagine it as a ship. and halbarry is so cheesy that they’ve already done this shit in canon and i can’t help but fall for it

my lovecore interest can only go so far, but i’ll be damned if halbarry doesn’t push it further

#danbles #dc #halbarry #hal jordan #green lantern #barry allen #the flash #i love cheesy lovey dovey romance tropes #but there’s smth abt some fandom-specific ones that feel even more trite to me. if that’s even possible #however halbarry remains to be the exception for most things. to me ☺️

[musingsofvenus]

Inspired by the first prompt from a height difference OTP prompts list and made for the lovely @the-most-pathetic-edge-marquis! I was originally going to make this a kind-of follow up to To All the Monsters I Loved Before, but it didn't fit the bill. This is some sort of Twilight AU-- a short & cheesy moment that exists outside of canon. 💞

Jacob rushes to the front door after he hears the doorbell ring. As soon as he swings open the door, he’s greeted with a DVD case held inches from his face. 

“Tada!” Bella exclaims, grinning ear to ear. Her cheeks and ears are bright red from the cold air.

Sunday afternoons were reserved for their weekly movie night session.  

Every week they switch between who gets to pick the next movie to watch. Their typical choices of movies quickly devolved from Bella’s favorite Jane Austen adoptions and Jacob’s classic spaghetti westerns to the most outrageous B-movie horror flicks they could find.

This week is Bella’s week, and she chose a movie called ‘Suburban Sasquatch.’ From the DVD’s cover art alone, Jacob was sure he wouldn’t be able to make it through the first five minutes without hysterically laughing at the poor production quality.

Jacob plucks the DVD from her hands. “Well hello to you too, Bells.”

Bella snickers, wrapping her arms around his waist. “Hello, hello,” she says belatedly. She rests her chin on his chest. For a few seconds, Jacob is flustered into silence by the cute gesture. And Bella, watching him closely, wiggles her eyebrows like she knows. Because of course she knows. 

“Your ears are turning red,” she sings.

Jacob covers his traitorous ears and averts his eyes. “They are not!”

Bella falls into a fit of giggles that makes Jacob grin. “Are you gonna let me in before I freeze to death?”

Jacob clears his throat. “You have to pay the toll to enter,” he intones.

Bella releases him to shoulder off her tote bag. She holds it open to reveal several soda cans and an assorted variety of popcorn and cookies. “I come bearing snacks.”

Jacob squints at the contents of her bag. “That’s not enough to cover the toll, Bells. I do accept bribes, though,” he says, tapping his lips with his pointer finger.

“You don’t have to play this game to get me to kiss you, you know? I like kissing you.”

“And I like messing with you.”

“Jacob, come on! It’s really cold,” Bella whines. “I don’t have werewolf powers to keep me warm, unlike some people!”

Jacob opens his arms and sweeps Bella off her feet. “Personal space heater, at your service.”

“Jake! Put me down!”

“How am I supposed to kiss you from all the way down there?”

An indignant blush colors Bella’s cheeks. “Maybe you’re just too high up!”

“If you say so. Now about that bribe-”

He barely gets the question out before Bella leans in to kiss him. It starts off a bit forceful on Bella’s end because of her lingering frustration before she starts to relax. The kiss was just turning soft and sweet before Bella’s hand tangles in his hair, no doubt in an attempt to pull him closer. 

Jacob obliges her wordless demand until her fingers brush against the back of his neck. He abruptly pulls away from the kiss with a yelp.

“Your hands are like ice, Bella,” he complains, setting her back down on her feet.

Bella rolls her eyes. “I wonder why, you jerk!” She crosses her arms with a scowl. “You’re lucky that I love you,” she grumbles under her breath.

“What did you say?” He teases, poking her side. “I couldn’t hear you from way up here.” 

Bella huffs, looking up at him while a blush spreads across her cheeks. “I said, I love you, you giant idiot.”

Jacob pretends to contemplate her words, nodding to himself. “Yep, I think that just about covers the toll.”

“You’re not saying it back?” Bella pouts, poking her lip out and everything.

“Oh, come on, Bells,” Jacob chuckles, grabbing her icy hands and peppering them with kisses to get rid of the cold. He pulls her into the house. “I love you, too. You know that.”

#im feeling jxb in this chilis tonight #bella x jacob #jacob x bella #them 💗 #my writing #the only reason i didn't make it a to all the monsters follow up is bc bella is supposed to be the menace in that AU #but in this it's the opposite #anyways merry chysler #I'm not sure how i feel about this lil fic lmao

[allylikethecat]

January OTP Prompts

HAPPY JANUARY 31ST!!! THIS IS IT! THE LAST PROMPT FILL! WE DID IT!! Thank you so much to everyone who followed along on this little January Prompt Fill journey with me. I started this exercise for myself, and didn't expect anyone to actually read them. I was instead only posting them on Tumblr to hold myself accountable. Instead, I was met with so much kindness and support and I am so extremely grateful. These have been hard, some days I really did not want to sit down and write 500 words, and some days I almost forgot to. BUT I somehow managed to not miss a day, and I am so proud of myself for it. Thank you for following along! I will NOT be doing this for February 😂 Please note this one is a little cheesy but what better way to end a month of prompt fills with potentially the cheesiest one yet!

31. “The safest place is in your arms”

Matty was trying to hide it, but George knew he was crying. The sound was muffled from the way Matty had his face squished against George’s chest, and could be mistaken for the whistle of his congested breath. But George knew better, a wet patch spreading across the fabric. 

He hated when Matty was sick, run down and worn thin at his fraying edges. One tug at his loose threads and he would unravel completely. But he hated when Matty cried even more, overwhelmed by illness, and the hatred of the masses. It made George’s heart ache. Matty didn’t deserve the witch hunt the mainstream media had fueled, he didn’t deserve the Twitter users calling for his blood. Even when he misspoke, George couldn’t imagine anyone deserving the level of abuse Matty found himself subjected to. 

He had been drunk, weeks ago, when the hate train started, looking so helplessly young as he stared up at George, his eyes bright and wet as he asked, “Why do they hate me so much?” George hadn’t been able to give him an answer, just pulled him to his chest, and ran his hand down Matty’s back, silently hating that he was once again, able to feel every bump of his spine.  

George knew he had seen the AI images, his already pale face growing all the paler as he locked his phone and sat down next to George. Jamie and the rest of their team was already working to get them taken down, and they had hoped that Matty wouldn’t see them. But George should have known they wouldn’t be able to hide it from Matthew Chronically Online Healy. 

“Can I have a cuddle?” He rasped, his voice rough with illness and his eyes glassy with unshed tears. He had snot matted into his sweaty curls and was objectively disgusting. But George had just opened his arms and Matty slotted into the space like he was made to fit into George’s arms. Sometimes, when George was high and feeling introspective, he wondered if he was. 

George couldn’t protect Matty, he couldn’t keep him safe, but he could hold him while he cried, while he was ill and whisper sweet nothings in his ear, trying to show him that even though he was hurting, and even though it didn’t feel like it, he was loved. 

“I’m sorry,” George said softly, “I’m so fucking sorry, that I can’t fix this, that I can’t protect you, that I can’t keep you safe.” He said, his own heart breaking at the words. 

Matty stilled, and George froze as well, leaning back, to try and get a look at Matty’s face, concern pulsing through his veins as Matty held his breath before exhaling slowly, looking up at George. His nose was red, his face swollen and puffy from his infected sinuses, his eyes bloodshot from crying. 

“Don’t apologize,” said Matty, his voice hoarse but still strong and full of conviction. “The safest place is in your arms,” he paused, “nothing can hurt me here.”

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#allylikethecat #January OTP Prompts #Prompt Fill #Prompt Fills #we ARE DONE #WE FINISHED #i cannot believe i did it and didnt miss a day #thank you so much for reading and being so lovely and supportive #i appreciate it more than you even know #i will not be doing this for February #but hopefully I will be able to return to more of our regularly scheduled programing and get some of the wonderful #prompt requests sitting in my inbox finished

[ao3feed-twiyor]

Kiss It Better

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/7hQIZEV by zanthenewt Loid Forger comes home with a sprained ankle. Anya knows exactly how Yor should tend to his booboo. Words: 1692, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: SPY x FAMILY (Anime) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/M Characters: Loid Forger | Twilight, Yor Briar Forger | Thorn Princess, Anya Forger Relationships: Loid Forger | Twilight/Yor Briar Forger | Thorn Princess, Anya Forger & Loid Forger | Twilight & Yor Briar Forger | Thorn Princess & Reader Additional Tags: Domestic Fluff, Fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Operation Strix (SPY x FAMILY), Parent Loid Forger | Twilight, POV Loid Forger | Twilight, Loid Forger | Twilight is Bad at Feelings, Hurt Loid Forger | Twilight, Hurt/Comfort, Injury, Minor Injuries, Kissing It Better, Parent Yor Briar Forger | Thorn Princess, Awkward Romance, Flustered Yor Briar Forger | Thorn Princess, Mentioned Franky Franklin, Mentioned Donovan Desmond, Mentioned Sylvia Sherwood | Handler, Mentioned Bond (SPY x FAMILY), Cute Anya Forger, Anya Forger Ships Loid Forger | Twilight/Yor Briar Forger | Thorn Princess, Anya forger is a menace, My First Work in This Fandom, Short One Shot, Cheesy, Year of the OTP Prompt Event 2023, Loid Forger | Twilight in Denial, Gift Fic, speed write fic, Not Beta Read read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/7hQIZEV

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #twiyor #spy x family #sxf #loid forger #yor forger

[walkawaytall]

Your WIP yesterday where Leia admits she's "kriffing exhausted" is one I'm really looking forward to and looks to be exactly my favorite type of Han/Leia fic. Any plans for it's release date?

Short answer: sometime in December.

Longer answer: this story. Oof. Sooo, yeah, this was supposed to be a simple cheesy one-shot for a December Year of the OTP prompt (“holidays together” is the prompt), and then it got less cheesy and now…I mean, it technically isn’t not a one-shot yet, but depending on how long it ends up being and/or if there are natural chapter breaks, it may end up being a multichapter.

For some reason, my brain has decided that it’ll probably be four chapters that I will release the Fridays before Christmas. But I’m determined to have the thing fully written before I post any of it. And it is November 29. So, either I’m going to have a couple of very productive evenings or that part of my brain is fully delulu as the kids say. And I am not actually certain it will be four chapters. Some part of my brain just felt like that sounded about right and attached itself to that (I am blaming the part of said brain that felt it necessary to develop OCD, but who’s to say, really?).

I’ve had to rework this story a lot to hit the tone I’ve wanted and I’m still not convinced I have that quite where I want it. I have a general outline in my head that should make writing actual events pretty smooth overall, but if I can’t get the right tone early, I tend to struggle.

Sooo…I don’t know exact dates. Like, depending on how the hyperfocus works for me, a December 1 release for something is absolutely possible. But I also still don’t know that it’ll be a multichapter. I do think, given the pacing so far, it makes the most sense, but I want the chapter breaks to have a purpose, so…I need to see how the finished product flows first.

That was a lot of words for virtually no information 😂. But thank you for asking! I’m glad there’s some anticipation for this story.

#ask wat #working title: hearthstide

[cheesyotpprompts]

“I'll choose you. No matter how hard it is. No matter what people say. Every time, I'll choose you.”

#source: far from you by tess sharp #cheesy otp prompts #soft otp prompts #fluffy otp prompts #imagine your otp #otp prompts

[nyarnamaitar]

for the year of the otp 2023 prompt: pollen (warning: very silly and very cheesy)

modern au!manwë x melkor

the story goes like this: melkor is the ceo of an architecture bureau. he has a good life, overall. lots of money, a job he can pour his creativity into, loyal employees. he’s not particularly well-liked in the creative community of his city (arrogant, they call him, vicious). he doesn’t care. he knows he’s great at what he’s doing. he’s got everything he wants -- or does he? one thing seems to be missing, though. he never seems to have a romantic partner. he never appears at events with a date. he’s dismissive of the many offers he gets from interested parties. and mairon? mairon has given up trying to get his boss to fall for him. it’s hopeless. melkor appreciates him, sure, even calls him his confidante, but it never goes further than that. melkor has drawn the lines of their relationship and mairon isn’t allowed to cross them, however much he may want to.  

mairon has a suspicion though. more than a suspicion. melkor is ruthless. he’s willing to do just about anything if it means getting what he wants, consequences be damned. but there’s one thing -- or rather one person -- melkor loves ferociously, holds like a pearl in his hands-- manwë. his thrice-damned, blue-eyed, snow-kissed demon of a little brother. some days, melkor doesn’t appear at the office, calls unreturned, apartment empty. and mairon knows he’s with him. other days, melkor is present -- in body, at least -- but his mind is faraway, architectural plans scattered across his desk as if he can’t be bothered to look at them. one memorable afternoon, melkor even arrived at the office with a pastel blue scarf tied across his neck, smelling of ozone and summer winds.

mairon hates. burns with jealousy. if he could only get his hands on manwë, he’d-- 

one morning, melkor calls. i’m ill, he says, words slurring. mairon, you’ll have to lead the meeting today, i’ll-- and the line cuts off. mairon hears a thump in the background. panicking, he goes to melkor’s apartment. he finds melkor in his bed, feverish, half unconscious, moaning in pain. after an excruciating hour of waiting, the doctor arrives. mairon feels numb when she delivers her diagnosis. love pollen, she tells him. the quickest remedy is for the person he loves most to come and take care of him. their presence is the only medicine he needs right now. 

white-knuckled, mairon dials manwë’s number.

#manwë x melkor #manwë #manwe #melkor #mairon #sauron #tolkien #i love to make mairon suffer #this is so silly but idc

[yesterdayiwrote]

A, P and T? for the ask game?

A - Ships that you currently like a lot. (They don’t have to be OTPs because not everyone has OTPs.) Friendships, pairings, threesomes, etc. are allowed.

I've always been a bit... monomaniacal with shipping so I usually end up going all in with one ship or ships involving one person. Galex is still my OTP and nothing really comes close. I do like gewis though, I just blow hot and cold based on what the current fandom vibe is. If it's getting weird and toxic it tends to kill the mood of it for me? I do also like Galex + Lily which is a weird one cos I've never been much of a fan of those sort of ships but it just works and the stuff I've read for it has always been really great and engaging?

P - Invent a random AU for any fandom (we always need more ideas).

I'm not sure if this means an actual AU type or if it means come up with a specific prompt because sometimes they seem to be interchangeable. One thing I've always wanted to write but never had the patience is a strangers to lovers/reality TV contestants falling in love AU. I did touch on it when I did a married at first sight fic, but I feel like the dynamic changes based on what reality show they're on (and there's a new one every week!), and there's loads of different variables that can be introduced... Cheesy but fun?!

T - Do you have any hard and fast headcanons that you will die defending? 

Lol, George is a bottom? I'm all for vers pairings, and I read all the fics regardless, but in fic world, he's 100% a bottom to me... 🤷🏼‍♀️.

#ask game

[bunnymajo]

No one asked, but it’s my day off so I filled out that OTP ask prompt I reblogged earlier for funsies for Surge x Elias(teen AU)

be warned it’s very cheesy

1. Who most initiates PDA?

-Elias. Without even being conscious of it, he’s just an affectionate guy

2. Any sleep habits either had to get used to?

-Elias is used to a typical early to bed & early to rise schedule, Surge just sleeps whenever she wants so he has to get used to her mostly if they’re in the same room

4. How did they first meet?

-Elias was camping and cooking outdoors, Surge thought it smelled good and wanted to steal it. They fought (Elias more lightheartedly than Surge, thinking it was just play fighting) and Elias eventually said “If you want some I don’t mind sharing” so she did and they started chatting 

5. What is their love language?

-Cooking for Elias to Surge, Showing off cool things she found and thinks he might think are cool too for Surge to Elias 

6. When did they realize they loved each other?

-Slowly & Gradually. Elias figured it out first when he realized he was thinking about her and her well being more often than normal. Surge was more stubborn about it for a long time, thinking “oh this chump is just some pretty faced guy, who cares.” but Elias helped save her one time and had a more serious look on his face and Surge was like “...oh.”

7. Who is more sentimental?

-ELIAS. 

8. What’s one way their personalities complement one another?

-Elias helps Surge keep her rage in check (very slightly) and gives her something to look forward to in her life, Surge shows Elias it’s ok to be a little selfish and do what you want that makes you happy and inspires his free-spirited adventurous self

9. How are their personalities different?

-Surge is the worst girl you’ll ever meet, Elias looks and acts like he was sculpted by angels

10. What are some activities they do together? 

- Sparing, anything sporty/outdoorsy.

11. Which member is more physically affectionate?

-Elias. Hand holding, nuzzling, hugging - he can’t be stopped

12. Which member is more verbally affectionate?

-Elias, partially just because Surge is just incredibly new at this. She’ll try but it’ll just come out a little sleazy sounding. 

13. Which member steals borrows the other ones clothing?

-Surge takes his stuff all the time but since Elias doesn’t wear pants there’s not a lot she can wear that’s his.

14. Are they an introverted couple or an extroverted one—AKA would they prefer to go out to a party or event together or would they rather stay in?

-Introverted, Elias is used to royal parties and get togethers. It's nice to be with someone who’s not about that life at all. Surge hates parties unless she’s going to trash the place.

15. Who is more likely to make an impulsive decision and who is the voice of reason?

-They’re both impulsive! And supportive of each impulse “Let’s jump into that lake!” “Oh that sounds like fun, sure!” But Elias is the voice of reason if it’s a violent impulse.

16. Who stays up way too late and who tries to drag them to bed?

-Surge goes to sleep when she wants to like a wild animal and Elias respects that.

17. Who fell in love first?

-Surge. She’ll never admit it was at first sight though.

18. What song fits them perfectly?

“The Theme from Big Wave” - Tatsuro Yamashita (at least it’s what I associate with them the most for now)

19. How do they deal with being away from each other for a long time?

-They’re used to adventuring separately, but they look forward to meeting again and try to think “oh I’ll have to tell them I saw this” “oh gotta get this for them next time” etc.

20. Who holds a grudge the longest?

-Surge. Even if she forgives him she’ll still bring it up weeks later.

21. Which of the two is quick to speak and which one is quick to listen?

-Surge says what’s on her mind as it’s happening, and Elias is always eager to listen, he’s fascinated by her.

22. Who gets more easily embarrassed?

-Surge. Will just run away if it’s too much for her.

23. Who overthinks the most?

-Also Surge. Trauma’s a bitch

24. Which of the two is the most competitive?

-It’s equal but Surge is more likely to take it seriously while Elias is more for fun

25. Who’s the most stubborn?

-Surge

26. How do they comfort each other?

-When her trauma just get to be too much, Elias’ presence is comforting enough but sometimes, sometimes, she’ll want to be held and he’ll happily oblige

-For Elias, if pressure gets to him Surge will think of the quickest way they can both blow off steam “Wanna go destroy some robots or something?” 

27. What random everyday object/activity makes them think of each other?

-Elias: Palm Trees, Surge: Warm Bread

28. Do they get along with each other’s friends and family?

-No. Sally and Kit want the relationship to end so they wont ever have to see Elias or Surge again, but want their siblings to be happy so they’ll just stare judgingly from the sidelines.

30. What is their favorite place to kiss the other? (Cheek, hand, closed eyelid, neck, nose, etc.)

-Elias: anywhere she’ll let him, he’s not picky. But he can usually get away with a kiss on her hand the most easily.

-Surge: she’ll never admit to liking kissing, also trying to kiss Elias is like kissing a lightbulb, it’s too bright & shiny you can’t even get close and it’s so embarrassing to even try it.

31. What’s the relationship like? Smooth? Rocky?

-Chunky peanut butter

32. How do they resolve their arguments?

-Sparring

33. Who has the most nightmares and how do they deal with them?

-Surge has the most nightmares, Elias will just be there and do whatever he needs to to give her comfort (sleep next to her, give her space, more blankets, etc)

34. Do they give each other nicknames?

-They both have a long list of names that they’re too embarrassed to use. Surge has more nicknames for Elias that were made with love but sound like insults.

35. What movies do they enjoy watching most?

-Action-comedy movies

36. How’d they meet each other’s families?

-Kit rarely leaves Surge’s side so he just came with the package, Surge found out Elias was prince and that didn’t go so well but he invited her to stay over if she ever changed her mind and she showed up the next morning at the Acorn Palace “Hey I’m here!” and broke in.

37. What do they like the least about each other?

-Elias wishes Surge wasn’t so quick to pick fights, Surge wishes Elias would be more assertive and picked more fights

38. What was their most memorable date?

-Acorn Kingdom Winter Gala, Surge’s introduction to the courts [insert hilarious violent scenarios here]

39. What other couple would your otp get along with the best?

-Tenchi & Ryoko (Tenchi Muyo)

40. Who makes the other smile with almost no effort at all?

-It’s pretty mutual, but Surge just has to be herself and Elias is instantly charmed

#headcanons #eliassurge

[funkypoacher]

#44 (this one is solely for my own indulgence, sorry, lol), and #51 for the “Obligatory OTP Asks,” please (i’m not specifically saying july & daniel, but i *kinda* am)!

Who would dance in the kitchen making dinner? Would the other join in or watch from the doorway?

And

What’s a non verbal way they say I love you?

I combined them into one prompt rather than answer them straight-forwardly (as I do). And I am making pierogies a New Canaanite thing. Because… I can.

Anyways, have a little too much conversation and not enough action :)

Daniel/Courier

FoNV

“Holding Pattern”

Cutting willow branches to uniform length became busy work in the worst way. Planning to wattle a short fence, the futility was obvious: the only thing getting at her garden was the very-occasional rad-rabbit soonly dispatched by a bullet. But she felt compelled to do it—to erect superficial barriers where she could; to sever this from that, and mark, very clearly, what was hers and what still wasn’t. It was her upbringing—the prerogative of any NCR-born citizen. And despite July’s exile due to exaggerated crimes, she couldn’t deny her birthright to divide, conquer, and claim.

Putting the last revised willow branch on the ground with the rest, July, perched on a squat stool, brushed wood chips off her lap and perked her ears. There came another clang from the kitchen—the scraping of metal momentarily interrupted a low humming, melodious yet nonspecific, which, afterwards, resumed filling the air as it had the last twenty minutes.

July stood. She peered through the open door connecting garden to kitchen. Inside, Daniel was working at the table, portioning yellow, pillowy filling onto round disks of dough that were then pinched shut and placed to the side. The air was heavy with steam and the smell of potatoes; as Daniel put the next pierogi in a line with the rest, the occasional ad hoc roll of his hips or shoulders collected into a casual rhythm. Added to the soft, hummed tune, Daniel’s swaying became dancing.

It was surreal. To see anyone treating her kitchen as wholly their own offended some fairly deep instincts of both hospitality and territory, but, then, it wasn’t ‘just anyone’ going into her cupboards, or exploring her pantry, and, oh, despite the strangeness, the euphemisms weren’t lost on her, either.

When Daniel looked up, there was flour in his beard.

“Done out there?”

July nodded. Scrutinizing the table with over-mustered interest, she breathed deep, forced her brow into an expression of sweet curiosity, and wondered, “what are you doing?”

“Making dinner,” Daniel answered, smiling at the need to explain. “That’s alright, isn’t it? I mentioned using the flour and potatoes—”

“Oh, no, it’s fine,” July assured him, arms crossing tight at her chest. “You brought them, after all, which was very generous. I just—I mean, I should really be doing this.”

Insinuating herself, July snatched a circle of dough, slapped it in front of her new spot at the table, and spooned a portion of cheesy potato filling. She dropped it in the middle, flashing a genial smile that Daniel answered with a polite frown.

“You don’t have to.”

“No, but it’s my home,” July established, pinching the dough edges carefully enough that she might’ve been working eggshells. “So, really, this should be up to me.”

The floorboards creaked under shifting weight. Wiping his hands on the towel previously slung over his shoulder, Daniel walked to the other side of the table, providing him the opportunity to scrutinize her face, probably. July kept her head bent so she wasn’t sure, but she felt his stare pacified by the only thing that ever brought him peace: seeking honesty.

“I see. Then you’ll be waiting on me hand and foot, I’m assuming. I’m to be a guest here.” 

July shrugged, gaze still away from him. “I suppose.”

The room paused with a silence so unlike minutes before, when the walls had been washed with the echoes of humming and clanging cutlery. Then, always heavy, always burdened and dramatic, Daniel sighed his particular, straight-from-the-gut sigh. July didn’t love to hear it, but it was, at least, familiar. 

“I’d hoped to be more than that. More than a guest.” 

July looked up. Reaching across the table—over a wooden rolling pin pilfered from the ancient general store, over flour dusting a table that she’d salt-scrubbed for nearly three hours, over utensils and bowls collected from everywhere until they made-up her domestic world—across all these things, July reached and grabbed Daniel’s wrist.

He flinched. There was an adage from somewhere about willing souls and weak flesh, but July didn’t think it could possibly apply to their situation. 

“I understand what I am to you,” July said, smiling with soft, sincere happiness. “I believe everything you said yesterday. This situation between us, though…” Her smile faltered. “It’s in a holding pattern I can’t abide. If we’re to be married, then fine. If you’re waiting for a blessing from you family—”

“I’m not.”

“Good, because it’s not going to come.” Letting go of his wrist, July straightened her posture. “Divided, conquered, and claimed. At least I’ve done what was expected of me.”

Daniel scowled. “This doesn’t have to be about my family. This is about what I believe, and what I think we deserve.”

“Deserve?” July looked down, horrified by that prospect. “Daniel, I know what you think we deserve.”

“This isn’t about the Sorrows, either. Or Zion.” Where July’s voice had exhausted in strength, Daniel’s gained. “This isn’t about any failure. To me, the vow of marriage is sacred. And I believe we deserve the righteousness that comes with waiting.”

‘Righteousness.’ Waiting. July appreciated where his mind was at—gone stuck filthy in a gutter—but Daniel’s collection of the things ‘this wasn’t about’ was mirrored by July’s, though, curiously, sex topped her own, private list of irrelevancies.

“Do you…?” She swallowed. “Do you remember—?” She laughed. Taking a deep breath, July decided what this was least about was the weight on her chest: an oppressive sadness so great that it leaned on her throat. “Never mind,” she said with relief born of clarity. “Let’s just… Do what we’re doing.”

“No, what were you going to say?”

July was convinced towards explaining by the warmth in Daniel’s tone. “It’s just…” The woman shrugged. “We’ve been here before. In this same holding pattern. Living in sin… or not, depending on your point-of-view.” She smirked. “Last time, though, it was about escaping everything going on here. Forgetting the fight; ignoring what would or wouldn’t happen when the White Legs were dead.” She looked him relentlessly in the eye. “But we were waiting for the other shoe to drop. Yesterday you said you wanted what we used to have, but what we had was not this. I mean, we’ve both said last time was a mistake. So I—I don’t understand what you want. You said marriage, but what else?”

Daniel’s brow rose. “Are NCR proposals usually so specific?”

Mortified by her now-vocalized fears, July absently poked at a piece of rolled dough. “You’d be surprised.” 

Daniel repositioned himself at the table across from her. There was airiness in his movements; a natural freedom that was contrary to her rigid posture. “What I want is to make you dinner.” Picking up some dough in his palm, he went back to it: spooning up the potato filling, placing it in the middle, and pinching it together. “These are… Well, they’re comfort food for me. They’re not meant to be, I suppose.” Daniel smiled, absorbed in his work. “They were made by the women all pitching in and dividing the batch up. They’re good for when stores are low. Not many ingredients, but they are delicious.”

“So it’s women’s work?” 

“Not necessarily,” Daniel answered with a similarly smug grin. “There’s usually a man or two around, though often just to taste test, if I’m being perfectly honest.”

Dusting his hands off, Daniel half-filled the spoon. Walking around the table, he made his offer, and July, after looking over his expression, dipped forward. She took the spoon into her mouth; she might’ve wished for a bit more salt, except the way Daniel was watching her had her hungry in the way that any little thing satisfied, so the pierogi filling struck her as delicious. Not too proud of the sound she made as she swallowed, July covered her mouth bashfully, blushing.

“So, you wanted to make something that reminded you of home,” she accused him affectionately, hand still hovering in front of her mouth.

“No,” Daniel replied brightly, “I wanted to make you something special. Something you maybe haven’t had before. We’re going to make a home together, and I figured I’d start there.”

July choked on something she hadn’t been eating.

“I see.”

It was hard to say who was affected more by his words: July, who, looking up into his eyes, felt herself pulled forward, dreamy fondness and deepening yearning sapping her ability to stay upright, or Daniel, whose subtle movements closer seemed much more deliberate, and whose lips parted and chest swelled.

He gripped the table at their side, the spoon clattering away from his fingers. July tried not to go looking for the scent of campfire or soap as she inhaled, but she knew it was there: in his hair, and across his skin.

“There’s one more problem with this holding pattern we’ve got,” she said, voice low.

“What?” Daniel’s voice pitched with distracted, yet real, concern.

“Another night of you just sleeping on the couch might kill me,” July whispered across his earlobe.

It wasn’t the first time they’d barely dragged themselves away from an indiscretion. It was the first time that day specifically, but it wasn’t likely to be the last. So July forced herself outside again, leaving Daniel with the cooking.

Stealing a last look, July smiled to see that his humming and slow, off-handed swaying had returned. She was sure it would be full-blown dancing one day. And, of course, July was further thrilled to see he wasn’t shying away from meal-prep. It had always been a well-known fact that his cooking outshone hers. Whether or not it was done now as an expression of love was irrelevant: what mattered was they wouldn’t be suffering her burnt pot-roasts, as Daniel, unafraid of fixing her mistakes, took apart her last poorly-pinched pierogi.

#my writing #i just really want some peirogies guys #and maybe a beta cuz holy man -- i should probably have edited this #daniel #honest hearts #fonv #july wells #also thank u thank u a million times thank you for the questions #and listening to me blather on about these genuine jerks