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Hi! can i get a blind date with a clone (if you feel like it <3)
i’m usually the mom of the group and i’m quite active! i enjoy cooking, reading, sports, and hanging out with friends and pets! i like to try and stay organized and in control but that doesn’t always happen. i’m talkative, i take care of my friends and family, and very oblivious to things romance wise lol. i love being active and hanging out with people but sometimes i get burnt out and just need some me time. my love language is quality time and physical touch!
Not me pushing these underrated clones on people until they're loved more... 😆
Your date is...
✨Boss!✨
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This clone will appreciate your "mom" role with your friends; he'll probably even laugh out loud at the phrase. He hasn't heard that before, but now that you put it that way, he sees how much it applies to himself, too. Some days he feels like less of a boss and more like he's babysitting. This will launch you two into lively storytelling about your respective friends and all the shenanigans you put up with. But because you both care so much, too, you'll inevitably also end up talking about just how much your people mean to you, all the ways you willingly look out for them, etc.
There will be plenty of other topics you end up bonding over, such as your mutual values on staying active and keeping organized. The more you connect on, the more Boss becomes comfortable on the date. He says he doesn't have time to date, but deep down, he's a real softie who just doesn't know how to put himself out there. He'll enjoy your every smile, every brush of your hand as you pass the bread rolls, every "me too!" moment you share. He'll have a great time.
Boss is a very textbook kinda guy, so your date will have every cliche imaginable. Roses, candles, jazz in the background, the works. It may not feel very personal to you, but thought and effort was still put into every detail. And besides, it's only a first date. I'm sure if you asked to go on more, he'd start to work in more personal things as he gets to know what you like. The more time he spends with someone, the more natural their connection feels.
Want to be set up on a blind date with a Star Wars character?
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yeahiguess3232 · 2 months
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Sometimes when I am sad I look at vintage, vaguely homoerotic photographs...
one inspired me to draw these four old man. (they got this done earlier on in their journey)
I miss them.
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utahlive · 1 year
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THANK YOU SO MUCH EVERYBODY!
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questing-wulfstan · 1 year
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@disc0bandit said 'what if Dream owned a comb ?', my brain replied 'you know what would make a great comb ? Hob Gadling's hands !!', inspiration struck and 1380 words ensued ...
Their noses met and slid along one another, the tips of them sinking in the flesh of the other’s cheekbone as their lips collided ; the mechanism of it precise as one engineered for centuries, in spite of the novelty of it between them. Sighs barely escaped the interstice of their mouths, drawn together like lodestones. Their eyes had fluttered shut, leaving it to touch and taste to lead them.
The rest of Dream’s shape remained unmoving, but he did not recoil as Hob tentatively set one hand on the collar of his cloak. Cautiously, considerately, his digits glided up, pluricentennial calluses ー from wielding the guard of a sword to the shaft of a fountain pen ー meeting the unblemished flesh of Dream’s nape. He held it for an instant before venturing higher, until the base of his skull, and the tip of his fingers met the end of hair as soft as a dormouse’s fur.
Dream tilted his face, allowing more than the sole tip of Hob’s tongue into his own mouth, and the mortal took it as an invitation to frankly bury his hand in the dark mane and mold the shape of his skull with it.
They explored each other’s mouths for a moment longer before Hob decided to further his ー so far successful ー tentative exploration of Dream’s figure. He enjoyed his hand where it was, but he enjoyed even more that the other wrapped around Dream’s middle and cradled him against his own flesh, so this one had to ruefully withdraw from his hair, and even more ruefully ー though inadvertently ー pulled Dream’s head back and away from the kiss.
Their eyes thrilled open. Hob curled his fingers and found himself inextricably tangled in the tight knots of Dream’s hair, a meddlesome roly poly caught in cobweb. Hob blinked, Dream mirrored him.
“... well, I would have expected the King of Dreams and Nightmares to have bed hair but you don’t actually sleep, do you ? How is it, your hair is as tangled as if you did ー and did not comb for several nights ? And how does it not look remotely the part ?”
Dream’s response was an enigmatic smile.
“Appearances are in the eye of the beholder, Hob Gadling, mine above any else.”
“Are you saying, that I am actively ignoring the state of bundle of knots of your hair for the sake of my sense of aesthetics , or that I chose for my hand to stay trapped in it ?”
Meanwhile, Hob was cautiously and unhurriedly withdrawing his fingers, detangling the knots in Dream’s hair as he went. The concerned party solely smirked.
“Perhaps you wished for the opportunity to comb my hair and created it for yourself, as I do not innately require it.”
Had he ? Or was it Dream who had created the opportunity ? It mattered little to Hob eventually.
“May I, then ?”
“You may.”
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They sat on the stairs that led to the throne of the Dreaming, Hob a couple steps above Dream, feet on both sides of him, knees framing him like the armrests of his seat of power. Lucienne had come, bringing with her a bound volume and a task that demanded being seen to by the Sovereign of the Dreaming, and her Lord was now absorbed in reading. Meanwhile, Robert Gadling was carding through the hair of his lover with his bare hands as sole comb, minutely and unabatingly unravelling the knots in it.
“... How ?” came the puzzled exclamation as he let the strand he had been laboring over flutter free of his grasp, now untangled and lithe, and it settled down Dream’s neck and down further in between his shoulder blades. “Are all the knots truly storage for the actual length of your hair when you wish to wear it short ? Is that all the hair you’re allotted for the entirety of your existence and it won’t grow back if you cut it ? Or …” An impish smile stretched his lips and he seized the strand of hair again, pulling it almost taut as he angled himself to whisper directly into the pinna of Dream’s ear. “Or is that really where your power lies ? Would a haircut depose the King of Dreams and Nightmares ?”
Dream emitted something between a huff and a scoff, head briefly tilting back as he found the suggestion both amusing and ridiculous.
“The story of Šīmšōn has already been told, Robert Gadling. It is not mine.”
“No ? Truly ?”
“No.”
Dream’s tone was conclusive, and fleetingly silenced Hob. He straightened up again, eyes riveted to the handful of raven's feather-spun filaments he cradled.
“Has your hair grown long in my hands because I envisioned you with your hair long ?” There was wonder, and reluctance all at once in Hob’s quiet enquiry, as two fingers tackled a new tuft of Dream’s hair.
They fell away as Dream turned to look at him, features a mirror of Hob’s unease. But that fell away also, his expression morphing into reassurance.
“It is my very essence not to possess an appearance of my own, but to reflect what dreamers need come face to face with. I am seldom perceived at all by your kind when walking the Waking. I have no will on the matter upon which you might be infringing, Robert Gadling.”
Hob plucked the instant to scrutinise it : Dream’s cast, and the echo of his words. It was a rare occasion, overlooking the King of Dreams and Nightmares from a raven’s eye as he was now. Dream towered above all and any as a rule, Hob included. That he willed. Hob supposed anybody looking upon Lord Morpheus, whosoever they might be, ought to envisage him with might over them. Perhaps the sole significance to Dream’s appearance was ascendancy.
“You did not choose the visage you were born with either, beloved.”
“Aye, but I am merely human, barely more than mortal. You are Endless.”
“Yet I have no more and no less authority over my own appearance as those under my dominion over theirs. I would have thought you rather fond of the notion …”
Hob laughed. Dream smiled, and took hold of the hand that had been in his hair to bring it up and press lips delicate as moth wings to it, sealing the end of the conversation. Hob dipped to plant a sonorous kiss on Dream’s cheek in retaliation. Then he resumed his task, diligently unravelling the raven-hued strands of hair.
Dream returned to the bound volume in his lap, but the fixity of his neck and the loud absence of pages being turned betrayed his distraction and the shutting of his sight in favor of savoring how tender Hob’s digits in his hair were.
A long time elapsed thus. At last, Hob gazed upon the whole of Dream’s hair rid of knots, supple and silken, and combed his digits through it with as much ease as he would through a lilting brook. As he beheld the completion of his work, he registered that Dream’s attire had morphed the austerity of his customary black robe into lush dreamt velvet, ornately embroidered of black silk. Thicker matt fabric overlay the outline of his cleavage and extended into épaulettes upon his shoulders, leaving vast expanses of Dream’s unblemished neck and chest and shoulder blades exposed.
Hob deliberately draped Dream’s hair over one shoulder and, deliberately still, dipped until his lips were mere inches from the ivory skin, letting his breath warm it before he eventually closed the distance and kissed the offered flesh. His pupil were just above the horizon of his shoulder, and embraced the delight that graced Dream’s traits at the gesture.
The Oneiromancer stood then, escaping Hob’s lips merely to turn back and extend an inviting hand. His new attire was ampler than Hob was used to see him wearing, concealing most of his shape even as it unveiled much of his shoulders and cleavage. A spur to embrace him and regain through touch what had been removed from his sight pricked Hob. His gaze enfolded Dream’s and fettered it as he took hold of the offered hand, was hauled to standing and led out the throne room to wheresoever his lover might wish his presence.
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osoreruna · 2 months
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here it is, the unwanted encore —
+ MHA WATCHPARTY !!
pt. 2 electric boogaloo —
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for the second session, we'll be watching the second of three movies: My Hero Academia: HEROES: RISING ! dates for the last movie will be determined at a later date, but will most likely take place around the same time as this one, as determined by poll. here's the important bits !!
date: SATURDAY, 3/2
time: 4:00 pm, EST ( ⭠ handy dandy time zone converter )
to keep things accessible, we'll be watching the english dub with english subtitles.
the movie will be hosted on WATCHPARTY. the link to the room will be posted the day of. you do not need an account to use watchparty, but perhaps changing your chat name to your url or screen name would be helpful in identifying you.
everyone's invited ! feel free to reblog this if you're into that i guess — and invite your friends !!
that being said, i have no idea how many people will actually join in. it very well may be just me lmao but i know big watchparties can get out of hand sometimes. let's keep things safe and enjoyable for everyone, yeah ? blatant disregard of this statement will earn you a swift kick and potential ban from future watchparties hosted by me.
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steelycunt · 5 months
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FINAL MIDBLOCK ESSAY DONE!! I AM FREE!!
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rosysins · 2 months
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OOC.
Happy belated birthday to Brit @deathfavor!! Thank you for being my friend all these years and I hope you have a great week ahead of you 🥹🫶
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kazemi-archive · 4 months
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Cuffing Season with Taishiro
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A confession for Echo (@ukaishin) an acquaintances to lovers story
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Where: In your bakery How: It’s late in the day when you hear it, the jingling bell of your bakery’s front door. The light was far past starting to set, you’d spent time watching the light fading through the large windows of your store as the autumn leaves traveled by on the back of the wind. You were still open, of course, a courtesy to stay open later for those with busier schedules due to the upcoming holidays. But you’d never expected a customer this late, as your closing routine was nearing its end.
“Hi welcome, I’m afraid we don’t have anything fresh but-” your regular spiel directed to customers coming in late is cut off as you turn to see who the customer is. “Oh! Taishiro, hi.”
Taishiro has been a regular of yours since the opening of your shop, one of your best customers in fact. A friendly face who was always willing to try your newest baked goods and order you nearly out of stock while giving you glowing reviews.
His cheeks darken a shade as he hears your voice form his name, something you brush off and attribute to the chilly air he’d just come in from. “I, uh, sorry to come in at such a late time, but I got off a bit late and wanted to be sure I got to see you.” The nervousness that radiated off of him was much more akin to the energy you usually gave but you nearly overlooked it, his words flushing your own cheeks.
“Sure, what’s up.” You try to keep your usual cheery tone that you use with customers, not letting him hear the way your voice wants to crack. You quickly wipe your hands off on the rag you’d been using to clean before leaving it on the counter and rounding to join him in the sitting area as he shuffles towards a table.
“I brought you something, a gift.” You look at him skeptically as you join him in sitting, your hands carefully bringing the package he’d produced closer to yourself so you could inspect it.
You’re meticulous as you open it, eyes flickering back and forth between the package and his nervous face. A food container is easily revealed in just a few moves and you realize what it is. “Home-made-”
“Baked goods.” you both say at the same time and Taishiro chuckles a bit.
“I know they’re not exactly the prettiest, especially not compared to the things you make here.” He scratches the back of his neck nervously as he gestures to the way they’re messily put together and presented, some fillings spilling out and places where you were sure he had mishaps with the dough. “But-”
You’re already bringing one up to your mouth to try it. It’s deliciously sweet and you can’t help the warmth that explodes through your chest at the gesture. “These are really good.” You assure once you finish your bite as he beams at you from across the table.
“I’m glad you like them.” He sighs in relief as his hands fidget under the table. “I wanted to give you some since I know you’re always sneaking some extras into my boxes for me in the morning.” You chuckle a little bit, ignoring the bit of heat in your face at the fact you’d been caught. “I did have something else for you, actually.” You opened your mouth to protest but he was already placing two nearly identical packages wrapped in brown paper on the table.
“Um, the lady at the store was explaining it’s called a blind date with a book.” You can only watch in silence, rendered speechless as he nervously says what his intentions really were for coming here. “I got two because I was hoping you would join me for a real date while we date our books.”
You’re in shock. Silence radiates around the room as your mind does somersaults trying to process.
“I know it’s kinda sudden, I just was hoping that-”
“Maybe I could help you with the form of these too, after the books.” You offer up, gesturing towards the baked goods still sitting between you two.
“That would be perfect. When would you want to-”
“Tonight?” You offer, biting your lip as you take the bold step in response to his.
“I’ll help you finish closing then.”
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@/zorosprincess says: ‘no copying please ;p’ Cuffing Season Event
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im2tired4usernames · 2 months
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They stole any possible joy of motherhood I could have possibly wanted they stole my entire childhood they stole my teenage years my twenties and they continue to steal my future they won't be happy untill they've taken my whole life
#i hope your in fuckin hell you ugly cultist bitch i hope your getting what you deserve dad i hope karma hits you#i hope all your children grow up to hate you#quiverfull parents are monsters and they all deserve a place in hell#i hope my next life is that is a thing i get freedom and respect in my life#i hope they get a say in their life snd are well loved well rested and happy#im tired of being alive im so fuckin tired of my life#i cant die because there's wo many people who depend on me but fuck life sucks and it really is 100 because of my parents#i wish my future was actually reachable#i wish people would stop using me#i love my siblings i love spending time and caring for them#but i look at all my other siblings and my dad who fits in dates multiple times a week#who get jobs that pay that they enjoy they get hobbies they are responsible for themselves and only themselves they are starting families#they're getting to experience what it's like to be allowed to be a teen a 20 something a fuckin human person they go to concerts they sleep#when theyre tired they use their money for their own bills and wants and needs they get to go do things with they're partners as often as#they'd like to they get to EXPERIENCE LIFE WHILE I TAKE ON ALL THE RESPONSIBILITY#i want to be able to move in with my partner go in dates do things with friends get married write books draw get a job#i want to grow and change#they get to experience young adult life i get the adult responsibility but not the life experience or world knowledge or wisdom#I'm supposed to be the friendless sexless constant caretaker whos hobbies are dishes and vacuuming#that being said i cant make a future if no one is willing to make a move i cant be the only person trying to grow up#this includes my partner my siblings my dad they all need to make steps for our goals or we'll be stuck in a stagnant bullshit of 'someday'#constantly daydreamin about a future that'll never come i need to start making steps for it and i need other people to start making steps to#gwt ready to start growing up I'm not goin to let people keep holding me back forever my life is goin to fucking change or I'm goin to die
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Hello!!! Was wondering if you are still doing the blind dates? No worries if your not but if you are I would love to be set up on one. Not sure what kind of info you would need for that, but in general I am very introverted. I enjoy things like reading, binge watching, listening to music, stuff like that. I do really enjoy swimming but sadly don't get to go very often. I have a pet rabbit that I absolutely adore. I am in college studying healthcare administration and management. Very goal oriented, but also very easily overwhelmed. Very socially awkward. I can be forgetful so I write everything down. I am plus size and have a lot of health issues if that makes a difference. Sorry if this is too much info. If there is any info that you need that I didn't include, feel free to send me a message. Thanks in advance! And again this is a no pressure thing. Hope you're having a great day and are taking care of yourself!
No worries at all, I'll still do blind dates for anyone who wants one. Though most of the clones have been snatched up already, so hopefully you're open to being set up with this other kind of character...
Your date is...
✨Kit Fisto!✨
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While Kit is cool with meeting you anywhere on this date, he was thrilled to hear you enjoy swimming and suggested maybe going to an indoor pool together? He knows it's not conventional or necessarily romantic, but you'll definitely get to know him well in his element, and hopefully reconnect with a passion of yours.
You start in the shallow end together, floating in the water while you work through the typical small talk at the beginning of a date. As you grow more comfortable with each other, you start to venture further and further into the water. The deeper you go, the deeper your conversation becomes. Occasionally Kit will also initiate some teasing fun, splashing you, or ducking under and brushing against your legs. He'll resurface with a mischevious grin, but will secretly be swooning at your sounds of laughter.
Whenever you're tired or bored of the activity, just let him know. He'll gladly help you out and go somewhere more dry and relaxing. He likes spending time with you, hearing about all the goals you're striving toward, getting to help you through your social anxieties with his easygoing demeanor. Any time you want to go swimming again, you've got a ready-to-go buddy. But if you wanted something more, you'll find he's quite a charming and generous lover who will always treat you well, no matter where you go together.
Previous blind dates with a Star Wars character
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takadanobaba · 1 year
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I saw you using my head cannons as a little inspirations >: 3
thank you!
Honestly you're super amazing and keep doing what you're doing you're doing the train Gods' work
Ah, yes! Thank you for writing that post!! It really helped in giving us inspiration for what the mod would be like!
And thank you again, I hope you like it when it's ready for release!
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humantome · 7 months
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me and the bad bitch i pulled by being autistic A DRUID!!!!!!!
a lil gift for @caracello !!!
[original sized image under cut!]
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YAHOO IT'S SMALLER
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magistralucis · 1 year
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(An oldie but goodie to mark an old tradition! Thank you, @absolut--kurant, for introducing me to Иван Купала many months ago 🥰)
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Ай, заинька, ай, серенький, (Ay, little hare, ay, little grey one,) Ай, заинька, хвостик беленький (Ay, little hare, you small white tail,) А он на столицу вскочил, (And to the big city he leapt,) Кусок сахара схватил (Grabbed a piece of sugar,) Штаны рваные, худые, (His trousers torn and lean,) Ножки тонкие, кривые (And his legs crooked and thin.)
Коляда, караселка, (Kolyada, beautiful one,) Коляда, красная девка (Kolyada, red-haired girlie,) Коляда, не садись близко, (Kolyada, don’t sit so near,) Коляда, близко к дорожке (Kolyada, near to the road,) Коляда, возьмут тебя, (Kolyada, they will take you,) Коляда, повезут тебя (Kolyada, they will bring you,) Коляда, продадут тебя, (Kolyada, they will sell you,) Коляда, Коляда. (Kolyada, Kolyada.)
Ай, заинька, там река глубока, (Ay, little hare, that river there is deep,) А как на речке, на крутанке, (But how, to that steep river,) Едет миленький на палке; (Does the little one with a stick go;) Штаны рваные, худые, (His trousers torn and lean,) Ножки тонкие, кривые, (And his legs crooked and thin,) Ножки тонкие, кривые, (His legs crooked and thin,) Штаны рваные, худые (And his trousers torn and lean.)
Коляда, караселка, (Kolyada, beautiful one,) Коляда, красная девка (Kolyada, red-haired girlie,) Коляда, не садись близко, (Kolyada, don’t sit so near,) Коляда, близко к дорожке (Kolyada, near to the road,) Коляда возьмут тебя, (Kolyada, they will take you,) Коляда, повезут тебя (Kolyada, they will bring you,) Коляда, продадут тебя, (Kolyada, they will sell you,) Коляда, Коляда. (Kolyada, Kolyada.)
Коляда, будут ехать, (Kolyada, they will travel,) Коляда, купцы и боярцы (Kolyada, merchants and boyars,) Коляда, посадят тебя, (Kolyada, they’ll lock you up,) Коляда, в зелену карету (Kolyada, in a green carriage,) Коляда, продадут тебя, (Kolyada, they will sell you,) Коляда, за сто рублей, (Kolyada, for a hundred rubles,) Коляда, Коляда, (Kolyada, Kolyada,) Завтра мясо едят! (Tomorrow they’ll have meat!)
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ihatebnha · 2 years
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Okay so I don’t know why I thought this would be so funny but I just imagine the boys having a crush on you and doing their guy things to try to impress her.
But they’re like nervous and shy and they do secret presents and all of that. And you somehow confuse the assortment of heartfelt feelings and gifts for someone that’s completely not them.
And I just can’t help but laugh and think that you think it’s Monoma or even Mineta and everyone is just horrified that one of these two ends up on a date with you. (Whether out of gratitude or giving them a chance is up for discussion).
You don’t have to write about it, but thinking about the boys’ various ranges of mad/ disbelief is sending me and I thought I’d share.
(Let's go with Monoma because I don't even want to entertain the thought of Mineta going out with you)
Poor boys!!! Can you imagine they put so much thought into your gifts only to find out that you think it was NEITO MONOMA!!! I'm sure the guy has an eye for romantic things... but we know the only reason he doesn't deny that it was him is because he doesn't want his former 1A classmates to have you.
I feel like... as subtle as Bakugo probably wanted to be initially, if he sees Monoma (of all people) taking credit for his work, he's the one who reacts to it the worst. Maybe not immediately reveal it was him who gave the gifts, but at least start a fight. March on over to wipe the smirk right off his face and call him out for not even acknowledging how nervous you seem about dating him in the first place.
It's probably only after the inevitable screaming match that has to broken up by other heroes, when you and Bakugo are standing together in the aftermath, that he starts blushing and rubbing the back of his neck, like... "So... you did like the uh, the flowers then?"
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Kirishima is definitely equally as mad but maybe not as reactive. Literally the last thing he ever wants to do is deal with Monoma, so he probably waits until after your awkward date is over to creep over and be like... "So... y/n......... you and Monoma, huh?"
Mostly because he doesn't wanna stop you if the person you really wanna go out with is the big M, but also because maybe there's still something to salvage...
And it's only when you reveal that the date was super bad and you're sorta... upset that it wasn't anyone else who sent the nice gift that he steps up and tells you it was actually him. Saving you from Monoma is the manly thing to do!!!
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And Deku, omg... such a funny situation to find yourself in because maybe Monoma doesn't realize it was Deku who sent something either??? So when he creeps over to like... gently explain that he didn't leave the gift and the date was a mistake, Monoma's just, "Oh? Well, I didn't see you asking them out so I'd stop interrupting if I were you!"
LMFAOOO AND DEKU'S LIKE SCRAMBLING BECAUSE yes it was, but you're right there watching, and this isn't romantic at all, and he doesn't want you going out with a liar and, and, and now he's just standing there looking like an idiot...
And it honestly probably has to be you who tells Monoma that you'll talk to him later because right now, you need to help your friend... and Deku is just sighing because... yeah. That's why he liked you in the first place <333
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And I'd go into Todoroki more... but he's the one who just fixes it beforehand, walking over the second he sees you planning something, with: "Actually Monoma, I gave y/n that. Stop taking credit for things you didn't think of."
And Monoma is just... left there stuttering omg. You're surprised too, but hey. Means you don't have to sit through any terrible meals with him aklsdfjkalsdjk
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(And I can't help but think about after, too... when Monoma tries to sneak over and ask, "So, how was your date with the class 1A loser?"
And having been wined and dined before getting your back blown out, are just like: Oh, it was good haha😊
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rgf07 · 1 year
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Little Things // A random story about a boy and a girl
I am starting to post again! (even though I didn't post much before) I want to start posting stuff but idk what yet. But this is just a little something I made a while ago! I hope someone likes it!
“Your hand fits in mine like it’s made just for me.”
He places his hand in mine as we walk to the El.
“And bear this in mind, it was meant to be.”
It was meant to be. You thought as he walked hand and hand with you.
“And I’m joining up the dots, with the freckles on your cheeks.”
You stare at him while you are waiting for the El. He lifts up his other hand to caress your cheek. As he does, he rubs his thumb over your freckles.
“It all makes sense to me,” He says as he stares into your eyes.
“What makes sense?” You ask.
“Everything.”
You share a passionate kiss. It was soft and short but felt like forever.
It's better if you listen to the lyrics while reading!
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formosusiniquis · 2 years
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Chapters: 2/2 Fandom: Stranger Things (TV 2016) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, Robin Buckley & Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington & Dustin Henderson, Will Byers & Steve Harrington Characters: Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Robin Buckley, Dustin Henderson, Jason Carver Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, No Upside Down After Season 1, Eddie and Robin Friendship, Bisexual Steve Harrington, Autistic Eddie Munson, Autistic Robin Buckley, Steve Harrington is a Sweetheart, Steve Harrington just wants age appropriate friends, Steve Harrington Has Bad Parents, Fluff, Steve Harrington has Dyslexia, Nonbinary Steve Harrington, implied - Freeform, He/Him and They/Them Pronouns used for Steve Harrington, Light Angst, brief mention of self injurious stim Summary:
“So, Eddie, what are your intentions with our babysitter?”
“Dude!” Steve is able to respond if only because he hadn't had anything in his mouth when Dustin started talking.
“Don’t, dude me, you can’t be trusted with a decision like this.”
Will, the betrayer, nods sagely, “Steve has a weakness for pretty people.”
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