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violette-hue · 1 year

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Important info: Bisexual (male match for this please!), She/her

Personality info: Entp, Leo sun, Aries Moon, Leo Rising

Fandom: The Witcher

The Prompt: (Sfw) “Stop looking at me like that. People might get the impression that you’re soft.”

Personality: I can be either two ways when you first meet me. Sarcastic and laid back or a little rocky. Some people at first can see me as a bit of a...well...asshole, but I assure you i'm not that bad. I just come off a little strong sometimes. When you get to know me though, I am someone who is blunt, still very sarcastic, protective, and a little fiery, but also a huge goofball who does dumb stuff. I'm kinda like an onion (gosh I hate using that metaphor.) I have layers and the more you get to know me, the more you'll peel away. I hate being vulnerable and stray away from emotions, so I can be a bit cynical and I am soooo stubborn holy crap, but I am working on that...

-Also one more thing....I'm kinda goof. I can be serious sometimes, then other times i'll do something stupid like climb a tree and then proceed to fall from it, or play fight with someone. I also tend to do funny voices sometimes....so there's that too lol

Hobbies/likes: Lets see here....I did year around, competitive swimming for ten years, so swimming is a passion of mine and forever will be. I now do Martial Arts and i'm a high belt now. I enjoy just physical activity in general, but I also like music. Music is a love of mine. Plus I like simple things such as a good book, writing (I want to be a journalist), horror movies, and going for walks at night....oh and I adore the beach!

Dislikes: Spiders, I am terrified, petrified even of spiders.

Physical features: I'm 5'3...5'4 on a good day, pale skin with brown freckles everywhere, I have very thick brown hair that goes a little past my shoulders and it has a sort of auburn color to it actually?, i'm very skinny, like a twig, very little to no curves, big brown eyes.

(Thank you so much and congratulations on 1k!!)

Fandom: The Witcher (Geralt x Reader)

Maybe you had been too harsh to Jaskier, but you couldn’t help the sarcastic remark. He had been getting on your nerves the entire journey to the local apothecary. Why he even went was beyond you. Geralt seemed to only trust you to do this small errand. Having Jaskier along felt like this small mission would be compromised somehow.

But at least the bard had shut his mouth. You’d apologize later. Maybe.

He had sulked behind you in the small building as you gathered what Geralt had asked you for. Jaskier reminded of you of a small puppy. Or perhaps a toddler. You pushed your annoyance to the side to get the task at hand completed and hoped it’d be a fast journey back.

It wasn’t until you’d returned to camp that you’d felt some shred of guilt. Though what you said was intended as a joke, it had been harsh. You peaked over at Jaskier. He was frowning down at his food, his normally easy going mood replaced by one of…melancholy? Gods he was so dramatic.

“Is there something I’m missing?” Geralt asked you once you were alone.

You sighed deeply. Of course Geralt would pick up on the sudden change of moods. It wasn’t like Jaskier to be quiet for more than a second. You told Geralt what happened—what you had said. Your fingers found catch on some loose strands of fabric from your leave.

When Geralt didn’t immediately respond, you looked up. You were surprised to see a smile gracing his features. His eyes softened, reflecting the light of the full moon. Your heart tugged, and you suddenly didn’t feel too bad about what you had said. You smiled, a slight blush hearing your neck.

“Stop looking at me like that. People might get the impression that you’re soft.”

#matchups #fandom match ups #match up #match ups #violette-hue #the witcher #the witcher netflix #Geralt #geralt of rivia

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sehnsuchts-trunken · 2 years

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Hi! Can I request a matchup for Shadow & Bone and Hobbit/lotr (whichever character from across the two fits best, you know)?

My pronouns are she/her, and I'm cool with characters of either gender :)

Personality-wise, I've been told I come across as cold and intimidating until they get to know me better, at which point I just turn out to be a laidback goofball. I'm very good at acting confident even when I have no clue what's going on, and I tend to be the one keeping a level head in shitty situations. Furthermore I'm stubborn, proud, reckless and a little impulsive. Also, huge daredevil. I'm very protective of my loved ones, but I will stand up for anyone who needs it.

As for likes, I love being active! I swim, do yoga and am an archer. I love going on walks and just exploring places. I also adore music, both listening and playing myself, and photography. I'm a huge meteorology and astronomy nerd, so I love being out at night. I also love adrenaline kicks, like rollercoasters and stuff.

Not sure if this helps, but my love languages are physical touch (which I tend to give) and quality time (which I love receiving)

Uuh, I think that's about it? Thanks already, and have a great day/night <3

soo first of all, i’m really proud that i knew most of that about you already lmao. i may ofc be a bit biased but i hope the results dont show that - anyway i was really nervous if you were gonna like it so yeah

long story short, for shadow & bone

I ship you with...

Genya!

- Genya is much less of a daredevil than you are, but she’s not opposed to trying anything if you drag her along. She’ll make sure you don’t overdo it, even though she knows she can trust you. Somewhat. She’s just worried about you, is all.

- She adores the way you can stand up for yourself and for others. The second you know she’s being treated badly, you’re protesting against it, and she always blushes and smiles. It’s not that she can’t defend herself, but she just really does like it when you do it.

- Genya is absolutely someone to plan the most elaborate of dates, yet love those spontaneous ones just the same. She likes a cuddle now and then, of course, and she won’t pass up on an opportunity to kiss you, but she really does make sure you spend some actual time with her, doing something together, trying out something new or repeating something you both love.

- When you’re out and about, sometimes she’ll be with you, walking without a certain place to be, joining you in a yoga session or watching the night sky with you, but usually she’ll rather sit on the sidelines when you’re actually working out. She definitely will watch you work with bow and arrow - she’s always amazed at your skill, time and time again - but she’ll love simply staying in bed and reading a book just as much.

- Your photography is fascinating to her, especially because so often now she’ll be part of it. You capture landscapes and the sky and so many beautiful things, only to then point your camera at her and take pictures of her laugh, her blush, her new gown or hair or makeup. She has to admit that she gets a little camera shy at times, but when the photos come out great, she questions why she was in the first place.

and for lotr/hobbit

I ship you with...

Thorin!

(idk wtf this gif is but i love it and felt the need to share it with you lmao)

- Thorin may not be as much like you as his nephews are, but that doesn’t mean he hasn’t fallen head over heels for you. Because he certainly has. You got along with Kili and Fili from the moment you met them, and so he was forced to be around you even when he’d rather have been miles away to keep his feelings hidden. He’s not good at emotions. And he never wanted to hurt you because of it. But you made it work, even though neither of you can quite remember how.

- He’s... more than just surprised at your archery skills. You almost outdo Kili, which is a great achievement in itself, but the look on Thorin’s face when you’d won against him in a harmless little competition for the first time had been worth a thousand gold pieces. Even after all this time, Thorin still can’t look away when you’re practising.

- The two of you definitely get in arguments more than often enough, because both of you are as stubborn as they come and proud and not really about to back down. But you always manage to somehow work through that. Love really does strange things to a person. Amazing, but very strange. Especially Kili and Fili have a hard time processing it.

- Thorin would absolutely join you on walks, in practise, in swimming and, mainly, in music. Even if he’s not as much of a daredevil as you are, he shares many of your interests and talents, and so it’s never a problem to find something to do together. He respectfully refuses to ever do yoga with you, though. You will never get him to do that. Ever. He’s sworn that on his life.

#matchups #the hobbit #hobbit #shadow and bone #x reader #thorin oakenshield #genya safin

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anxious2dsimp · 3 years

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General Dating Headcanons | Sero, Todoroki & Bakugou

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Pairings: Sero x Reader, Todoroki x Reader, Bakugou x Reader

Reader: Gender Neutral!

Format: Headcanons

Warnings: Cursing bc Bakugou 🙄 (as if I wasn’t the one who picked him lmao)

Request: :))) hellooooo :D hmmmm may i get general dating headcanons for sero, todoroki, and [insert your favorite character]? 💖💖💖💖💖💖💖 @smexy-goose

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Hi again!! Omg yes, I’ll gladly write some hcs for the best bois! I had a hard time picking a fave, but since I have written for Kami and Kiri in the last request I decided to go with blasty boy❤️ (Also, I’m trying a new way to post requests, I hope it works!)

Sero Hanta

I feel like Sero is genuinely so fun to date, just like he said in that one dorm episode, he’s always the wild card.

He’s a goofball, so he adores making you laugh and smile as much as he can. I love him omg😭

Will definitely take advantage of his height (he’s among the taller ones in the class) and give you surprise hugs from behind and rest his head on yours.

He’ll also use his quirk on you for everything from pranks to just randomly pulling you to him to give you a quick peck or a hug :’)

He’s pretty standard with PDA, so he won’t go around making out with you in public but he will do little gestures like those <3

In private I feel like he’s definitely cuddly, he’s just so happy to be with you!

He loves having you over at his room to just chill or be in each other’s presence, even if you’re doing stuff individually.

Speaking of, the bakusquad definitely complains about you having privilege in using the hammock in Hanta’s room.

Denki will whine like; “why does y/n always get to use the hammock? You said it was out of bounds!”

“That’s on pretty privilege, sorry! And you’re just jealous you don’t have a cool s/o like mine,” Sero will say and poke his tongue out from the hammock where you’re swinging togehter :’)

I’m warning you now, if you had a healthy sleep schedule before going out with him, you can kiss it goodbye.

Sero will absolutely be up till like 3 am sending you memes and tiktoks that remind him of you.

And with him blowing up your phone you’ll most likely end up talking into ungodly hours of the night, the *sleep deprivation* only causing funnier conversations.

Those will end up becoming inside jokes that he’ll bring up to make you laugh while the rest of the class is like ???

That also results in some weird ass nicknames sorry not sorry

So he’ll sometimes call you regular stuff like babe and other times... he’ll call you things like “Bert” (FOR NO REASON??) or “Candied Blood Pumping Organ” instead of sweetheart lmao

Overall you two are just THE chaotic couple (and if you’re not generally that way he will bring out that side of you)

Pranking your classmates? Pranking each other? Random ass adventures? Trying weird food together? Dancing in the kitchen at midnight while sharing late night snacks? By going out with him you said yes to all of the above.

From sneaking out of the dorms for late night food runs to occasionally skipping class to go to the arcade or the beach, you usually can’t go a week without doing something fun togehter.

This one time you two were out with the Bakusquad and y’all stopped by a supermarket to get food.

So you had to ask Bakugou to buy you something bc you and Sero had to stay outside and just hand him the money.

He was like “tf?? why? Just buy your shit yourselves!” You had to explain you two were banned from the store because Hanta had accidentally crashed a cart he was driving you around in into a display of cereal boxes.

Ah yes, good times.

Todoroki Shoto

I feel like he’ll definitely need a small push when it comes to relationships bc of his past, but once you’re with him he’ll care deeply about you and will try to make you as happy as you make him :’)

I’m begging you, please give this boy some luv and affection!! For the most part you’d probably initiate PDA because he’s too nervous to do it himself

At the beginning he wouldn’t even be comfy cuddling, solely because he’d be afraid of hurting you somehow :(

But once you’ve reassured him he complies, and from then on out you just have to open your arms and he’ll instantly know it’s *cuddle time*

It’a one of his favorite pastimes bc he just feels so safe and loved <3 he also just loves the feeling of you playing with his hair

Luckily you get to do it year round since you cuddle his hot side in the winter and cold side during the summer

I feel like he’s secretly insecure, so the fact that you trust him and love him for who he is makes him feel like he could melt <3

Because of that you’re the only one he truly opens up to and shows his real feelings to, not to mention the only one who can touch his scar

And though he isn’t great with words, one look at him during one of these personal moments when its just you two, and you can just see it in his eyes.

Especially if you kiss his scar, his eyes might even get teary this sweet boy I 😭

That’s also probably why he shares his precious cold soba with you

Since you’ve been together, Shoto has just been so much happier, so his siblings and mother LOVE you.

They’re constantly inviting you over for dinner when Endevour is working (bc he’s a huge buzzkill to say the least), and his mom adores when you come with Shoto to visit her :)

Todoroki really enjoys seeing you get along with the people he cares the most about...

BUT what he hates is THE EMBARRASING STORIES HIS FAMILY TELLS YOU OMG (you live for them, but I wouldn’t tell him that if I were you)

“Fuyumi remember when Shoto-” “Natsuo, no💙“ your bf will say as he unconsciously squeezes your hand, both of the siblings laughing at Shoto’s glare.

You had to hold in your laughter so hard omg

Though he isn’t that talkative, you guys definitely have that kind of relationship where you two could be silent and still feel completely comfortable (oh I’m so jealous of that but nvm)

He’s definitely observant, so expect the most considerate gifts and the most assertive observations, he’ll always know what you need.

The type of observant that gives you a water bottle before you even notice you’re thristy during training, or switches sides while walking so you loop your arm with his on his warm side when you’re cold.

Also the type to gift you that one thing you really wanted but mentioned once like months ago along with your favorite snacks/drink (you best believe he has them all memorized bc he’s just that attentive)

Over all, just a really soothing relationship were you can be comfortable with each other and feel at home when you’re together.

Bakugou Katsuki

Ok so, I feel like you’d be a competitive couple, turning anything into a competition in an endearingly annoying way.

You’re definitely the type of couple to go to laser tag, an escape room, an arcade, etc, as dates >:) but the competitions don’t end there:

Who can plan the best date? Who can make the other blush first? Who can get the other the better gift? Who’s the better kisser? Who gets the higher score in class? Or wins at sparring?

Especially when it comes to productive stuff like training or academics, although he won’t admit it, he’s just pushing you to be your best because he knows how amazing you are :’)

All the bakusquad knows about your shenanigans and at this point they’ve learnt to stay out of it & go get the Advil just in case bless their souls lmao

I’m sorry but he definitely calls you nicknames that purposely piss you off (with no ill intentions ofc), like “gremlin”, “dumbass” or “booger”

I suggest you also call him stuff like that back, like “angry pom” or “blasty” to get on his nerves >:)

You guys also definitely friendly bicker all the time, knowing that you take it lightly (though strangers won’t, resulting in some hilariously awkward situations)

“You’re such a fucking idiot,” he’ll say rolling his eyes as he messes up your hair.

Just watch his smirk dissapears when you reply, “no, u❤️″ It gets on his nerves, I just know it.

So he’ll chase you around as you call each other random stuff. While the other people at the convenience store are just like 👁👄👁

He never means it tho, keep in mind if you’re dating the self proclaimed future no. 1 hero he thinks highly of you :)

So he’d definitely be protective while simultaneously showing you off <3

Will always greet you with a kiss and keep his hand on your back or waist so ppl know you’re with him

RIP anyone who tries to hurt or flirt with you, I say try bc Bakugou will be exploding them even before they get the chance😅

Denki’s definitely almost gotten his brows blown off his face bc of that lol

Speaking of, the bakusquad still can’t get over the fact that THE lord explosion murder has a soft spot for you,

You mean you take care of his injuries, scold him when he burns himself out, touch his hair, and hug him when his moody... and you DON’T get cussed out and blown up? Shooketh

However they don’t see what happens behind closed doors, & how you’ve helped him with all the trauma he has experienced

You’re the only one who he is vulnerable with, you’ve seen him cry and he tells you about his nightmares and fears

You do the same with him, and you promise each other to get through anything together, which you’ve done so far :’)

Bc of that his parents love you, and his mom’s always going on about how she’s so glad you “stand” his son😂

Why can’t he be real ughhh

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phoenix-manga · 3 years

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Vice Dorm Leaders getting along with Pokémon:

It didn’t take long for the vice dorm leaders to get involved with the Pokemon too. The shenanigans that happened with them are... interesting to say the least.

Trey + Slurpuff

“The Unbirthday Party was a success thanks to this little guy’s sense of smell… Though I should expect to make a large portion for it, the number of sweets it ate was shocking for everyone!”

Trey was a bit skeptical when Phoebe lent him Slurpuff and told him that chefs would use them to sniff out the freshest ingredients but if they say so then it must be worth a try.

Needless to say, he was pleasantly surprised to see the cake thing nudge him to the best ingredients to use for his sweets. He rewarded Slurpuff with a spoon covered in frosting or batter. The Pokémon mostly stayed out of his way and only has to bring him some tools or supplies.

When he presented the sweets he made, everyone including Riddle were almost knocked into a food coma with how good it was. Even Trey was lost in the trance of the flavor, but he was snapped out of it when he spotted Slurpuff eating almost half of the buffet table, he rushed to it and told it to ask him for more sweets to prevent any problems.

Ruggie + Crobat

“That Phoebe kid feeds you this? Aww man! I’m so jealous, now I wish I was a Pokémon!”

That one-time Ruggie came across Crobat was when he passed by Ramshackle to see a large bat creature with four wings eating from a large bowl filled with berries, Poke puffs and even poffins. The amount it ate distracted him from his usual task and he only snapped out of it when Crobat made eye-contact with him.

Crobat wasn’t sure why a stranger was here but it assumed it wanted food so Crobat nudged a Poke puff towards Ruggie’s direction before going back to chow down. Ruggie didn’t plan on asking it for any food, he was just curious but since it offered, who is he to decline? Picking up the Poke puff and taking a bite, he immediately devours it till there’s nothing left. That was the tastiest pastry he has had; they were even better than the ones in the cafeteria.

He hears Phoebe call out to Crobat and he took this time to scram before he was found. That kid pampers their creatures like royalty, he admits that he once had the thought that wishes that he was a Pokémon too. Ruggie now sneaks to go to Ramshackle and Crobat sneaks him a portion of its food, Ruggie repays it by offering some to it as well. They just formed this unspoken lunch trade. The one time Phoebe made malasadas for Crobat, Ruggie was in heaven lemme tell you.

Phoebe has no idea about this, this was just a secret thing between Crobat and Ruggie. One time Phoebe was with Crobat in the field and it spots Ruggie, Crobat immediately goes to him and flies around him. Phoebe assumed that Crobat took a liking to Ruggie because it probably sensed that he’s a foodie. Oh, if only she knew.

Jade + Lapras

“Such kind yet protective eyes you have~ I’m far from trustworthy yet you nuzzle against me like a seal, this is quite interesting”

Phoebe asked Azul if she can be allowed to have her water Pokémon swim about in Octavinelle. The lake is much too small for the larger ones. Azul gave her permission but in exchange she has to work part-time at the lounge, Azul is capitalizing as usual. The mention of Pokémon being at Octavinelle brought more customers to the lounge, the one that got the most attention was Lapras.

It was very friendly and even paused to look inside the lounge from the windows. Phoebe was not surprised that Lapras was friendly, what she didn’t expect was that it got attached to Jade for some reason. She would have thought it was Sharpedo or even Eelektross who would get along with the cunning vice dorm leader. But instead, Lapras is swimming happily in circles wanting Jade’s attention.

Jade, of course, finds the Pokémon endearing and would always take his time to pet it whenever he’s on break. Even offering Lapras a small treat or two, Lapras is enjoying it. There was a rare occasion that Jade swam with Lapras in his eel form, at times he swims alongside Lapras or have it chase him through the water, other times he just sleeps on Lapras’ back as it swam.

Jamil + Serperior

“Quite the proud one you are, at least you’re more tolerable than Kalim…”

Kalim promised a favor without consulting Jamil again, this time it was to look after some of her Pokémon. Kalim got caught up in the excitement of having to get close with those strange creatures that he didn’t think that it could be troublesome.

Jamil stopped in his tracks at the sight of Kalim with a large green snake behind him. Boy did he get quite the scolding from Jamil, but what can he do now that Kalim as already offered? He just decides to “help” him take care of Serperior. Thankfully, Phoebe provided a list of ingredients that Serperior likes, the list was as long as an A4 paper but at least Jamil has his options cut out for him. He doesn’t have to guess and waste any food.

Serperior mostly kept to itself and wanders around the dorm, inspecting its surroundings. Kalim tries to hug it but it just wraps its body around him and places him a few feet away before slithering off. Serperior will feel terrible if he smacks the sunshine boy away, so it places him at a good distance.

Jamil often sees it staring at him, its sharp eyes resemble his own. He never expected to have it get attached to him in a rather proud way. Everywhere Jamil goes, Serperior follows at a distance and there were rare moments it coils near his bedroom door, and Jamil walks out one morning only to fall into its coils. This strange behavior was suspicious at first but then Jamil learned to get used to it. Serperior is a curious one but then he thinks its more tolerable than Kalim.

Speaking of Kalim, Serperior sensed that most of Jamil’s stress comes from Kalim being a goofball that he is, so it catches Kalim and puts him in a coil hold when he’s about to do something reckless.

Rook + Oricorio

“Oh my! Such grace and beauty you possess to dance with excellent skills! Wait, you mean to tell me it had four forms? I would like to see it, please show me”

He spotted the dancing bird Pokémon in the field when they were having a PE class. Oricorio was in its Pom-Pom form and doing a cheer dance to motivate Grimm to fly better. He couldn’t help but approach Phoebe and ask her about Oricorio.

Needless to say, he was very interested. A creature that has four different forms that represents a different environment? It was like a fox having more than just a winter coat. He asked to see its other forms, it would be tiring to have it change forms constantly so Phoebe just brings out Rotom to show him the pictures of the Oricorio forms. Rook admired the pictures and each one gave off a different kind of beauty.

Oricorio, being a simp for pretty boys, took a liking to Rook. He was just so charming, Oricorio does its happy dance and follows him whenever it sees him. Phoebe once asked him if he can keep Oricorio company for a few days, he accepts the offer and he brings it to Pomefiore. Oricorio also liked Vil and Epel due to how charming their looks are, Vil is fine with it as long as it isn’t a troublemaker while Epel is kind of bummed out when he thinks it likes him because of his fragile looks.

The moment Rook was shown its changed forms in person, he is taking out his camera and is taking burst shots from all sorts of angles and lighting. Out of all the four forms Oricorio has, he loves its Baile form the most, the way it dances with embers around it in a display of passion and power. He looks forward to Phoebe asking him to look after Oricorio again.

Ortho + Emolga & Pachirisu

“Hey! That tickles, big brother you should try and pet them! They’re like those plushies you sometimes order in your room. Isn’t it like having your favorite plushy as a pet?”

Emolga and Pachirisu are both cheeky Pokémon and a duo for trouble. Emolga and Pachirisu were seen making student’s hair go static and stick out with small electric waves.

Ortho spotted the two behind some bushes and immediately approaches them, this is the first time Emolga and Pachirisu were caught off guard and startled. Their electric attacks don’t do much to Ortho due to his robotic circuits, if anything he considers it as some form of tickling.

Ortho thought how cute they looked and they resemble plush toys in his brother’s room. Emolga and Pachirisu was weirded out by Ortho at first but his cheerfulness was infectious and it didn’t take long for them to treat him as part of their group. Whenever Ortho passes by, the two would pounce on him and swing from his arms and legs, Ortho likes this game, he finds it useful to use his scanner to see where they might pop out next.

One time, he took them to see his brother and they made his hair stick out. He was startled but Ortho found it amusing, he got to see what would his hair look like if it stuck out. Emolga and Pachirisu still do their pranks but its less due to them wanting to find Ortho first.

Lilia + Dragapult

“A prankster and yet you dote on the little ones on your horns? We might be cousins from a distant world, fufu~ Let’s go scare Sebek some more!”

Dragapult pranks Sebek a lot, poor boy gets it from almost a lot of Pokémon. It once shot a Dreepy in his shirt causing him to squirm and try to get it out, he looked like he was doing a crazy monkey dance. Lilia appreciates this little prankster and he would join it in tormenting other students but mostly Sebek because his reactions were very amusing to watch. The two even went and started a pranking competition where they tally their number of pranked students for the whole month.

Lilia was allowed to play and hold the small Dreepy that reside in Dragapult’s horns. He melted at the sight of the little cuties playfully tussling his hair, which gave him an idea to mimic Dragapult’s horns(?) With an easy hair growth potion and a LOT of hairspray, he came to school with his hair in Dragapult’s style.

The sight alone in Diasomnia sent everyone, including Malleus into a stunned silence, Dragapult added fuel to the flame by letting the Dreepy reside in his hair for the rest of the day. Crowley saw Lilia and mumbled how the trends have gotten crazier every day. Cater took pictures and he laughed at the sight because it was so outlandish. Kalim was confused but precious boy still appreciated his hairstyle nonetheless. The perfect chaotic duo.

#pokemon #twst #twisted wonderland #headcanons #lilia vanrouge #ortho shroud #rook hunt #jamil viper #jade leech #ruggie bucchi #trey clover #pokemon x twisted wonderland #twst x pokemon #pokemon imagines

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ick25 · 3 years

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Rockman.EXE Axess 16 Review. Part 1.

So it has come to this, I’m just so bored that I decided to review another episode from Axess, my least favorite season. This is actually a request from a Tumblr follower and I accepted it because I actually liked this episode, probably because there is no Cross Fusion in it.

Episode Title: Cute Demon!

Not that one, in fact, I’m not sure if they are referring to Aquaman or Shuko. Let’s find out!

The episode starts with an ugly and boring poster outside of Higureya. Inside, Higure is telling Netto, Meiru and Tohru along with Mariko-sensei, Chisao and Rush for some reason, about a Net Battle competition to help the shopping district.

The episode is just starting and I’m already hating on this poster. XD

Apparently, nobody entered the competition because of the prize which is one week worth of rice.

What are you talking about? Do you know how many things you can eat with a side of rice? That’s good enough for me, but At least get four more bags, you cheapskate!

Since Higure is desperate to get people to enter the competition, he obviously called Netto and his friends so they that they would compete, and he does this by grabbing and shaking a literal child!

Stranger Danger!

The animation is so bad that even the voice actor seems a little lost in his dialogue, there is no such thing as lip synching. Also, what’s with Netto’s face?

A man comes running into the store and tells Higure that “she” is back. But who is “she” and why is a siren being heard as if there was an incoming missile headed for the town?

The missile is actually a sad looking girl name Shuko Kido and everyone close their shops to avoid her like she had Coro... I mean, the plague or something.

Geez, never thought I’d see someone trying to look sadder than Tohru’s N-1 Grand Prix picture and failing at it.

After the title card we see a picture of Shuko standing on some kind of pentagram as Netto tells us why she is being feared.

That’s just rude, and I like how she just give up her standing pose right before the end.

The group is spying on her from inside Higureya and when she sees them and smiles, they get scared and hide back inside. According to Higure, Shuko is a kind girl, but bad things happen when she is around because of her terrible luck, going as far as to blame her for every bad thing that happens to people.

He doesn’t even explain the third image, what does Shuko have to do with some random kid getting a 0 on his test? Was she the substitute teacher or something? Because that happens in the game.

Shuko walks by Higureya and sees the ugly poster for the Net Battle competition and is overjoyed to see that the prize is a week worth of rice.

How poor are you if you can’t afford one bag of rice? That rice is gonna go bad if you keep it in the fridge for too long.

Hearing that Shuko is gonna enter the competition makes Higure start to panic, but suddenly Netto says he is gonna enter, followed by Meiru and Tohru who say they will too.

I want to point out that in the English dub, Rockman calls Chisao a Goofball, not important but I just think it’s funny the way they make the always polite Rockman call people names in the dub.

Rockman explains that what Netto really wants is to fight a strong opponent, which doesn’t really make any sense because no one said anything about her being a Net Battler, let alone a good one. And also, that explains Netto, but not why Meiru too, is she just simping over Netto? Because she immediately says “me too” after Netto tells Higure he will enter. I’m watching you Meiru!

Netto goes out to tell Shuko that he wants them to fight as equals, but she is already too far to hear him. The others come out too and notice that all the other shops are closed.

Then why the frig did you guys hide too?!

Higure tells Mariko that Shuko herself says that she is the evil little girl. Hold on, am I suppose to feel sorry for her? Because it just looks like she is craving attention.

The next scene is the day of the competition and its raining, so no one came except for Higure, Netto, Meiru and Tohru.

I don’t care.

You expect me to worry about two characters that have no reason to even be in this episode or in the show in general?

Shuko appears out of nowhere giving everyone a scare, and Netto offers to let her borrow his umbrella to cover her form the rain.

Okay, do you hate yourself Shuko? Because you don’t seem to be wanting any charity from others so I guess its not for the attention.

Higure has enough of Shuko’s self loathing and decides to start and end the competition ASAP by making it a Battle Royal!

Everyone plugs in their Navis, Shuko thinks all their Navis look strong but then motivates herself to go on after seeing the price that is now three bags of rice?

Did Higure put the rice in three paper bags? Why? I mean, it looks pretty, but is it even practical?

Shuko plugs in her Navi who is today’s Navified Robot Master Spoutman AKA Aquaman.EXE! Drum roll please!

OMG ITS SO CUTE!

Wait, I feel something’s wrong here.

Nope, just my imagination I guess.

Apparently, Aquaman.EXE is so cute that the Navis are afraid of hurting it.

So is Iceman, and that didn’t stop you from slamming him against a wall. Just do what you did in the manga.

My bad, that was Dark Rockman.

Anyway, Higure just wants to end the battle so he decides to attack Aquaman, followed by Netto who attempts to send a Zeus Hammer chip!

Wasn’t that your intention?

Numberman throws his Dice Bomb, but to everyone's surprise, it lands like this.

Et tu, Meiru? Don’t tell me you believe in that too.

Shuko sees an opportunity and Aquaman starts to move, making this the funniest Net Battle I ever seen.

Yep, with each step Aquaman.EXE takes, the whole group takes a step back until they all fall out of the ring, making Shuko win by default.

Are you? Because it didn’t seem like you were trying that hard, Rockman.

So Shuko is declared the winner and is finally smiling, thinking that her luck might be changing after all.

THANK YOU! I’m glad I’m not the only one who finds Shuko’s pessimism very irritating. Unfortunately, her happiness doesn’t last long for she just remembered that her rice cooker is broken, BECAUSE SHE IS SOOOOO UNLUCKY!

I better end part 1 here before I start to consider strangling Shuko an option. Please tell me what you think so far with a comment.

#rockman.exe axess #Megaman exe #MegaMan NT Warrior #megaman battle network #anime #my review #dub vs sub

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honeybeezx · 3 years

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Hi, well done on your follower milestone...can I request a drabble with frankie where you are a dog walker with little interest in anyone with fewer than four feet. Your new client, the handsome owner of a goofy, energetic, greedy (any food left unattended gets ate)border collie changes all of that when you begin to bond over your loveable new charge.

🤗 thank you x

A/N: Ok so I might cryyyyyy this idea is so cute! Frankie would be such a good dog dad (and a good normal dad, but that's for another fic :) Thanks for sending this in!

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Wingman

Ever since you were little you loved dogs. They provided you with more comfort than anything or anyone else. Which meant it was only natural for you to become a dog walker for your neighborhood. Everyone in the neighborhood knew you and knew how much you loved your four-legged friends…well, almost everyone.

You got an email from one of the local mechanics about his less-than-calm border collie, Maya. He sent a picture of his pooch in his email, and despite his warnings about her rambunctious behavior, you were already in love with her.

When the day arrived to meet her, you had an extra pep in your step, so excited to have another dog to walk.

You didn’t think much about the owner of the dog. That was until he answered the door.

He was handsome, far more handsome than you expected. His brown hair tufted out from under his cap and his soft brown eyes met yours. If you hadn’t found him so attractive you might have hated that, but with a smile and the offering of his hand, you felt your anxieties slip away.

“I’m Frankie, glad you could take this fuzzball for a few minutes.” He laughed, shaking your hand before giving his dog some loving scratches as she licked his face. Clearly, they were close, you could tell he was a great owner.

“I’m glad to help. She’s a beautiful dog, I can tell she’ll be fun to walk every week.” You laughed, petting the dog’s soft head. “How long have you had her?”

“I’ve had her since she was a puppy. My friend’s border collie had puppies and when I saw her, couldn’t say no. She’s the runt of the litter, and she’s….energetic to say the least. But she’s the best dog a guy could ask for.”

Your heart melted at his sweet words. You knew they were true just by the way his dog acted around him. She acted like she was just happy to be around him. You only hoped she would like you half as much.

“Well, thank you for trusting me with her. I’ll take good care of her, I promise.” You smiled, taking the leash Frankie offered.

The dog looked back to Frankie like she didn’t quite understand what was going on.

“Don’t worry girl, she’s gonna bring you right back. She’s good with dogs, I would never lead you astray.” He complimented while reassuring his loyal companion.

“I’ll bring her back before you have time to miss her.”

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Months passed and you looked forward to every Wednesday afternoon. Wednesdays meant Maya, and you even found yourself excited to see Frankie. He was kind to you. He always asked how you were like he genuinely wanted to know, and you found yourself opening up to him more than anyone else. He was sweet, and you found he was an exceptional listener.

And you started to bring treats for both him and Maya. All it took was Frankie joking about how he was jealous of his dog because she got so many treats and the next visit you brought your “leftover cookies” that you definitely didn’t make just for him.

But then every Wednesday turned into every Wednesday, Friday, and Sunday. Frankie claimed he just had to pick up more hours at the shop so he didn’t have much time, but he still seemed like he had all the time in the world when you both wanted to talk to each other. Still, you weren’t going to ask him about it. You weren’t much of a social butterfly, but you loved talking to him. He didn’t make you feel ridiculous about living dogs so much, and you liked listening to him talk about how he used to fly helicopters in the army or stuff about cars.

And it was just supposed to be another Sunday walk with Maya, but Frankie had other plans.

You showed up at his house, Maya greeting you you her usual jumps and licks to your hand. “Ready sweetie?” You asked, the dog wagging her tail.

“I was actually wondering if I could come with?” Frankie asked, somewhat nervously. “I actually have the day off and I don’t really have anything else to do. It might be good to stretch my legs.”

“Of course you can come with me to walk your own dog.” You teased, your smile growing wider when you noticed his rosy cheeks. “It’ll be nice to have someone other than this goofball to talk to.”

Maya whined and pouted like she was genuinely offended. After all, she was the only one you could talk to about how attracted you were to her owner.

“Don’t go hurting her feelings now. She likes you. I think she gets excited when you come over.”

The very idea warmed your heart. “Good, because I like coming over.”

Frankie looked up in surprise at your admittance. Because you didn't say you just liked seeing Maya, you said you liked seeing both of them, in a way. Admitting you liked someone that wasn't a dog was quite the revelation. You didn't dislike people, but you certainly weren't close to a lot of them.

But the more time you spent with Frankie, the more you just wanted to be around him.

Frankie gave a flustered laugh and looked towards his dog to hide his embarrassment. “We should get going before she decides to mark her territory on the carpet.”

It was so natural walking around too. You weren't anxious, overwhelmed, or having the desire to go home. You were content, and it was so nice just to have someone.

“Oh! Here, Maya loves this place. I take her here when I'm free to walk her.” Frankie led you to, perhaps, the prettiest park you’ve ever seen. Pretty flowers bloomed everywhere you looked, and tall, strong oaks were scattered about, but not enough to hide the sun completely, just enough to provide shade if needed.

“Frankie, this is beautiful! How did you find this place?” You asked curiously, as the little park was a bit off the path.

“Maya just led me here one time. I think she likes the smell of the flowers. That, or she wants to chase all the birds.” He laughed.

“Good girl. Just don’t make poor Frankie chase after you. He has enough back problems as it is.” You teased.

“You’re telling me.”

You broke into a laugh, Frankie joining you, but his eyes never left your face. For a second you wondered if there was something on it, but no. His eyes were soft, and they weren’t just on your face.

They were on your lips.

But before you could even turn your head to hide your blush, you felt a tight sensation around your ankles.

“What the-“

Maya was running around both of you in circles, her leash trapping you both.

“Maya! Hey cut it-“

Before Frankie could get out his demands, you felt your balance give way. You tried in desperation to hold on to something, anything, only to accidentally grab a fist full of Frankie’s shirt before falling on top of him.

“Oh my god! Frankie are you okay?!” You asked, looking to him for any signs of pain.

Instead, you found him laughing. You laughed along, just glad that he was okay. You let your head flop on his chest in relief. It was warm, and you could hear his heart beating loudly inside it.

Once Frankie composed himself a bit, he looked back to his dog. “I think she meant to do that.”

You furrowed your brow at him. “What do you mean?”

Frankie smiled. “Because I’ve been telling her for the past month how much I like you.”

After getting over your initial shock, you smiled down at him. “Hmm…sounds familiar. Because she’s also probably tired of her walker babbling about some hot mechanic she’s been crushing on for the past few months.”

“Oh great, I have competition.” He joked.

You rolled your eyes before placing a soft, chaste kiss to his soft lips. You smiled into the kiss, loving how his patchy beard scratched along your cheeks. You placed a hand there, his finding your waist as his arms wrapped around you.

You pulled away, just barely, letting your noses brush past one another. “I don’t know, I don’t think you have anything to worry about.”

He smirked and sat up just a bit to reconnected your lips. “This better mean you’re taking me out on a date.”

“I don’t know. You’re kinda out of my league. Think you’d be okay with being seen with me?”

You playfully swatted his chest. “Stop that. You’re very handsome, you know. Noticed that the day I met you.”

“Really?” He asked, suddenly bashful as one of his hands came to take off his hat and run a hand through his hair.

How could he not know when he does something like that?

“Mmmhhhm.” You smiled, kissing his nose.

“I didn’t say anything, just thought you were too pretty. Thought you liked my dog more than me.”

The dog laying off in the distance groaned. Hey, she does like me more than you.

You chuckled. “In most cases that would be true. Good thing her owner is sweet to me. And I’ve already told you how handsome he is.”

You went to kiss him again when you heard Maya groan once more. She looked completely over the romantic activities taking place.

“Oh hush you big baby, you got us into this mess.” You huffed, but scratched her ears lovingly, which seemed to brighten her mood.

“So,” Frankie began, sitting both of you up so you were straddling his lap, “Dinner? Tomorrow? We can eat at my place, make something together if you want.” He offered, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear.

“Sounds perfect.” You smiled, then back to Maya.

Man's best friend.

More like man’s best wingman.

#frankie morales x you #frankie morales fic #frankie morales imagine #triple frontier #francisco catfish morales #catfish #request

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laurenairay · 4 years

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Pumpkin Carving - A. Burakovsky

Summary: carving pumpkins with your boyfriend Andre and your nieces gets a little competitive.

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: minor injury (nothing serious, but a little blood), super cuteness

A/N: Burky is such an adorable goofball, I love him 💚

“Did you seriously injure yourself carving a pumpkin?” - prompt is from this list - one of the autumn/fall stories I promised myself I would write. Written after encouragement from @jamiedrysdales - and thank you to @itsbadgerbadgermushroom for hyping me up with this one! 💖

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Any time you could spend with your nieces was a blessing. Now that you’d graduated college and were working full time, the amount you saw them had massively decreased, so the weekends that you were able to, you definitely took advantage of being the best aunt you could be. This weekend was only a few days before Halloween, meaning it was time for your annual pumpkin carving competition – every year your two nieces would each draw a design in marker pen on their pumpkin and you plus another adult would do the actual carving for them (usually their mom). Whoever had the ‘best’ design would ‘win’ (of course they both got a prize) – it was just a silly little bit of fun but you treasured the family tradition.

This year you’d roped your boyfriend Andre into helping.

He’d only met your nieces a few times in the year that you’d been dating, the schedules not really having worked out, but as soon as you’d suggested the pumpkin carving he was all in. He’d arrived at your apartment nearly an hour before your nieces were due to arrive, buzzing with excitement (and maybe a little too much caffeine), to help you set up the carving stations.

Oh yes, you took things that seriously.

Either side of your dining table you set up old newspapers, 2 medium sized pumpkins, 2 thick markers and 2 thin markers, as well as the small pumpkin carving knives that you and Andre would use.

“Will this bowl do?”

You whipped your head around, smiling at the plastic bowl your boyfriend had brought in from the kitchen. That size would be just about right, good job Andre.

“Yes, perfect for the guts,” you nodded.

“Guts?!” Andre yelped.

You couldn’t help but giggle, making him blush deeply.

“The insides of the pumpkins – the stringy, gooey, seedy bits that need to be scooped out before we can draw and carve. I like to separate the seeds out later and roast them for snacks,” you grinned.

“Sounds disgusting. I’m in,” Andre grinned back.

You dug out the kids-size aprons you kept for arts and crafts activities and draped them over the back of the chairs, before putting your hands on your hips. Yes, this would do nicely. You jumped slightly as Andre slid his arms around you from behind, but melted into his embrace as his hands settled on your waist.

“You really put so much thought into this, don’t you?” he murmured.

You bit your lip, but nodded. “Yeah, it’s one of my favourite times of year and the girls love it too. It’s messy, silly and fun – we always have a good time,”

Andre smiled into your neck, pressing a light kiss behind your ear, making the skin tingle slightly. “I’m excited to share it with you,”

You spun around in his arms, smiling up at him as your slid your hands up his chest, his hands moving to rest on your ass.

“I’m excited to share it with you too,” you said softly.

Andre just smiled a little wider, before leaning down to kiss you.

You lost time exchanging slow sweet kisses, tongues light and teasing, never building to anything raunchy but just a gradual swell of intensity that had your body buzzing. You could feel Andre half hard against your stomach, but you knew it wasn’t going anywhere before your nieces arrived – that just wasn’t the vibe at all. Just being close to him, running your fingers through his curls, touching him, tasting him, that was all that you needed right now. Eventually your kisses slow down to a few gentle pecks, until you were breathing heavily. Andre’s lips were lightly swollen and pink, his eyes a little wide, and you knew you looked the same way. Damn he looked good.

“I’m going to, uh, get some drinks ready?” you said, a little breathless.

Andre just nodded, licking his bottom lip. Damn. You quickly turned and walked away, unable to stop the stupid smile on your face. You really did feel so giddy around him sometimes.

It was only a few minutes later when your doorbell rang, so placed the glasses of juice on the table before heading to let your nieces in.

“Aunt Y/N!”

You grinned at their squeals, laughing as they threw their arms around you. “Are you two ready to have fun carving pumpkins with Andre and I?”

“Yes! Is he here already?” your oldest niece asked, clearly excited.

You nodded, smiling down at her. “Yeah he’s here – why don’t you two go wash your hands and put your aprons on,”

They ran past you with happy cheers, making you laugh again as you bid goodbye to their mom. How they had that much energy was beyond you. By the time you reached them at the carving stations, they were both already sat down with their aprons, wiggling in their seats in anticipation. Andre winked at you, making you blush a little.

“Alright, who wants to be paired with Andre?” you asked, rolling your eyes playfully at him.

“Me please!” your youngest niece said immediately.

You could see the relief in Andre’s eyes that he hadn’t been a reluctant choice – you’d told him he wouldn’t be, but you were glad that you were able to prove yourself right. He sat down next to her, big smile on his face, and you sat down opposite him next to your oldest niece, who beamed at you.

“So, rules,” you said firmly.

“Rules?” Andre asked, pouting.

Your nieces giggled. “Squishy guts out first. No peaking at the other drawing. And only adults use the knives,” your youngest niece said simply.

You saw Andre make a face again at ‘squishy guts’ and grinned at him. This was going to be fun.

It took a little while for your nieces to scoop out the pumpkin guts and seeds, Andre more than happy to just pass the bowl back and forth, and after they’d washed their hands again, the drawing began. Your oldest niece had decided on having a cat face on hers this year, which looked pretty cute, but you had no idea what Andre and your youngest niece were drawing – all you could see was them whispering to each other every now and again, pointing at their pumpkin.

You didn’t think you could love this man any more than you already did, but seeing him so sweet with your niece just made your heart so happy and full. You honestly didn’t know what you’d done to deserve such a genuinely kind guy. He was so cute with your niece - what more could you ask for?

“I think we’re ready,” Andre announced.

You looked down at your oldest niece who nodded back to you. Ready it was then.

“Be careful with the pumpkin knife, Andre. It’s small but it’s sharp,” your youngest niece said suddenly, frown on her face.

Andre nodded solemnly. “I will do my very best to be careful,”

Well at least he was honest. You grinned at him, picking up your own knife, earning a grin and a wink back, his foot pressing against yours under the table. So sweet. You set to work with your pumpkin, carefully cutting out the pieces of the drawing that needed to go to achieve your niece’s desired design. You could see her smile growing wider as her drawing came to life – that was exactly why you did this every year, encouraging her creativity in such a fun way.

You were nearly finished with your carving with you heard Andre yelp, his knife clattering to the floor. “Blood!” your youngest niece whimpered.

“Did you seriously injure yourself carving a pumpkin?” you mused, carefully putting down your own knife.

Andre bit his bottom lip, nodding as he clutched his hand to his chest, shielding the injury from your niece. Oh damn. It wasn’t just his pride that was hurt then. You smiled down at your oldest niece to reassure her, before walking round the table to where Andre was.

“Close your eyes,” you told your youngest niece, waiting until she did so to hold out your hand to your boyfriend. He winced but uncurled his fist, a smear of blood masking a small shallow cut to the side of his finger. Okay, not as bad as you thought.

“It won’t need stitches, but it will need cleaning out and a bandaid,” you said softly, letting go of his hand.

“I didn’t think it was bad. It was just…”

“The shock?” you offered.

“Yeah,” he nodded, blushing a little. Bless him.

You beckoned him to stand up, pressing a little kiss to your niece’s head, murmuring that she could open her eyes now. “Stay here girls – I’ll just clean up Andre’s little cut and then we can finish, yeah?”

They both nodded, so you walked out to the bathroom, Andre trailing behind you.

“I’m so sorry,” he blurted as soon as the door closed.

What? “What are you sorry for?” you frowned.

“I ruined pumpkin carving by getting hurt,” he mumbled, seeming to shrink in on himself a little.

Oh no. That wouldn’t do.

“Absolutely not,” you said firmly, cupping his face with your hands, making him look at you, “my nieces are having so much fun and that hasn’t changed. We just need to clean you up and wash the knife, that’s all,”

“You’re not mad at me?” he asked quietly.

Your heart broke a little at the sadness on his pretty face, and you shook your head.

“I promise I’m not mad,” you insisted.

He bit his lip, unsure, so you leant up to kiss him, waiting until he’d relaxed enough to kiss you back to tug on that bottom lip with your teeth, making him whimper softly as you broke away.

“I mean it. It’s all going so well, so let’s clean up and get back out there,”

“Okay,” he nodded, a little breathless.

“Unless you’d rather stop the pumpkin carving?” you teased.

Andre shook his head quickly, making you laugh. “No! We have a competition to win!”

That’s the spirit.

#my writing #andre burakovsky #lauren writes autumn #andre is super cute but super clumsy #andre burakovsky x reader #andre burakovsky fic #andre burakovsky imagine #andre burakovsky blurb #hockey writing #hockey fic #hockey imagine #hockey blurb #nhl writing #nhl fic #nhl imagine #nhl blurb

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jebazzled · 3 years

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They can’t ALL be serial killers: keeping your villains funky fresh

Ah, villains. Spicy assholes. Tricky buggers.

Villains can be very intimidating to write: writing requires you to put yourself in the shoes of another person, which is one thing to do with a decent person. But when you are putting yourselves in the shoes of a bad one - whether it be someone who is simply not very likeable or someone who functions in an antagonistic capacity to a story or rp universe’s hero - well, it can be uncomfortable.

I didn’t start writing villains until well into my rp career, and I can’t think of a single character I wrote in my undergraduate creative writing degree who was an asshole. I now write a small handful of them - and like most things, I don’t think writing a villain is quite as scary as we sometimes build it up to be in our minds!

That said, writing a villain is an exercise in nuance, and this is something that is often missing from antagonistic characters. In this tutorial, we’ll talk about what makes a villain, and what makes a villain a well-rounded character.

Triggers, mentioned largely in passing as examples: criminal activity, murder, assault, child abuse, car accident, drunk driving, animal abuse

What makes a villain?

Generally, when we talk about villains, it’s in the context of a narrative, some sort of overall plot theme where there is Good and there is Evil. Think: Death Eaters, the Dark Side, the Horde, the Daleks, the Orcs, etc, etc etc. For the purposes of this tutorial, I’m talking about characters who serve in that antagonistic role, but everything can also be applied to characters who are just shitty people without a part to play in any larger scheme.

In a plot context, per Oxford Languages, a villain is “a character whose evil actions or motives are important to the plot.” To be important to the plot, you do have to post, and if that’s something you’re struggling with, you might want to check out my Writer’s Block TED Talk ;)

A villain can have any number of reasons for being Like That: perhaps they were raised with a particular worldview, or were targeted by a negative influence at an impressionable and vulnerable stage, or genuinely believe they are doing the right and good thing. Maybe they’re just an asshole. In-character, your character likely doesn’t identify as a villain (because everyone is the hero of their own story) and in-character, your character might have friends, allies, and others with varying knowledge of your character’s misdeeds.

However, out-of-character, you and other writers should recognize that your character is a shitty person. Writing one-dimensional, universally terrible assholes isn’t much fun, though. Which is where nuance comes in.

Give your character other traits than “evil.”

Unless your character is THE Big Bad - the Voldemort, the Sauron, the Hordak Prime - there is no reason for them to be Ultimate Evil, and writing them as an endless wash of evil will be boring for you to write and boring for other people to read. Your character should be something other than naughty.

Using my own handful of villains/bad guys as examples, since obviously I take my own advice, and with apologies that 99% of my rp writing is in the HP verse:

Claude is a Death Eater as well as second-in-command of the magical mafia. He’s an expert blackmailer, has no qualms with murder, and can get pretty gruesome about it if he’s pressed to make a point. He also doesn’t drink, is a devoted father (has framed finger paintings in his study! drinks the pink lemonade his daughters love in crystal rocks glasses!), uses weird slang (”beat it, bozo!”) and takes the family spaniel on daily walks through Kensington Gardens.

Cleo is a Death Eater and a lifelong bully, prone to theft, physical abuse, and with a knack for the Cruciatus Curse. She’s also deeply insecure, with an unshakeable need to be seen as useful; she’s competitive, and she’s horny enough to drop her purist pretense if a Muggle girl is what’s easiest to get her rocks off.

Sadie is a squib spying on Order-organized safehouses for the Death Eaters. She’s also intensely curious and ambitious, determined and self-directed, and if she doesn’t understand emotions, it certainly doesn’t stop her from understanding how to manipulate them to maintain the illusion that she is not a threat.

All three of these character concepts are more compelling than:

Veronica is rude, hates people, is outwardly mean to everyone she meets, uses cultural slurs on the regular.

We get it! Veronica is a shitty person! What else is she? In real life, shitty people typically do find camaraderie somewhere, somehow. Maybe Richie is a total asshole but has made a lot of money from his hedge fund, and he is generous enough with his yacht, ski condo, and jet that he has an entourage he thinks are genuinely his friends. Maybe Kaiytlynn is selfish and entitled, but her access to the entire royal family of Spain keeps her gainfully employed, and she’s genuinely good with her bedazzled bra business. Maybe Claudia is a giant racist, and she’s also YouTube’s most popular craft video creator.

In real life, maybe there are some shitty people who exhibit fully antisocial behaviors and are rewarded for it. But this is fiction writing, and moreover, it is collaborative fiction writing, and Veronica is not a character who is fun or enjoyable to plot with. Antagonistic plots can have more trouble finding their footing than strictly romantic ones - but they can be fun and rewarding, provided that the antagonist is a compelling one.

Let your character be something other than “evil.”

Give your character a cover.

More specifically than a trait other than “evil,” give your character a cover. By this I mean: give your character an angle that obscures their true colors, something that lures people - good people and bad people - into a sense of safety.

Give your character something that keeps other characters from taking one quick look at yours and immediately clocking them as a bad guy.

In real life, it often takes time to realize toxic people are toxic. In real life, people enjoy circumstances that make people less likely to view them as toxic - just look at the number of people who think Jeff Bezos’s obscene wealth is a marker of his merit as a human being.

If your character commits a murder a week, is actively abusive to everyone they meet, and has no relationships with any other characters who might vouch for them - idk, man, I think your character is going to get caught! If your character is a quiet and unobtrusive owner of a vintage boutique, however? Well, they certainly don’t scream “IT’S ME! I’M BAD TO THE MOTHERFUCKING BONE!”

In the case of my bad guys:

Claude is a doting husband and father, notably not ascribing to purist tendencies that discourage women from work outside the home. He does legitimate work in real estate and investments, in addition to his shady dealings, to have a legally-sound paper trail should he ever be investigated. His family money funds an entire wing at St. Mungo’s Hospital, and he contributes to political campaigns for centrist politicians. He presents as a harmless goofball. He killed a man well before he turned seventeen. He almost went to Azkaban before graduating from Hogwarts. (”Oh, but he’s on the straight and narrow now!”)

Claude’s cover is that he masquerades as a genuinely good person, and a nice person. When people think about his old-money Sacred 28 family and what that might mean for Claude’s political activity, they also think about how he is a Gryffindor - not known for churning out Death Eaters - and they think about how he doesn’t seem intense enough to be a Death Eater. They don’t suspect enough to have much to go on.

Cleo works as an Auror, and she’s genuinely good at her job - if only because she manipulates cases away from incriminating Death Eaters and their allies and occasionally Imperiuses a contact or two from her days as a Knockturn Alley bouncer to frame them for a crime. She doesn’t use slurs like “mudblood” at the office and doesn’t talk about blood status there, either. She doesn’t pretend to be nice, and her honesty there makes it easier to believe she’s not pretending when she does her job. It helps, too, that she is not Marked.

Cleo’s cover is that while she seems like an asshole and is an asshole, she works in the agency tasked with eliminating Dark wizards and she’s good at her job, as far as anyone can tell. She is an asshole, but there isn’t reason to suspect she is an asshole who is part of the Death Eaters, and it is not illegal to be a dick.

Sadie goes out of her way to be friendly to every new safehouse occupant, acting as a guide to newbies about how to live in the shadows. She performs the role of caretaker, therapist, and confidant, carefully doling out the reveal that she is a squib for sympathetic effect.

Sadie’s cover is that she manipulates other people into viewing her as too weak to be any kind of threat, and she intentionally manipulates people into relying on her for support and guidance.

If your character is not experiencing social repercussions for being an asshole, they need to have a cover. If they are being an outright asshole, this should negatively impact them somehow.

An outright asshole might be stuck in a dead-end job because no one wants to promote someone who’s not a team player. An outright asshole might be super lonely without the self-awareness to realize that their garbage personality is the reason for their romantic troubles. An outright asshole might not be able to talk their way out of a problem.

If your character is an outright asshole and experience no repercussions whatsoever, they’re probably a bit OP.

Give your character a motive.

Now the big question: why is your character Like That? Like, for real. It’s so easy not to be a dick. Why are they a dick? What’s in it for them?

Yes, some characters might be an asshole because they think it’s fun and they like to watch other people suffer. But if all your characters are like that - isn’t that kind of boring?

If all your characters are like that - are you actually writing distinct, well-developed characters, or are you just spitting out the same edgelord with different faces?

Some of your character’s reason for being a dick can be because they think it’s fun. It can’t be the entire reason. It especially can’t be the entire reason all the time.

Of course you can come up with a big tragic reason why a character is an asshole - but it truly doesn’t have to be that deep. (Tips on tragic backstories here.)

Of my baddies:

Claude is a purist because someone has to be a lesser class, and it’s sure as shit not going to be him! Claude is a Death Eater because his father saw a business opportunity - both direct work (e.g. the DE contracting Claude and his goons out for a hit, trafficking dark goods, doing deals with purist groups in other magical organized crime outfits across Europe) and indirect work (e.g. having stronger appeal to some of the most influential wizarding families.) He doesn’t love being branded with the Dark Mark (HE is the master of his fate, goddammit!) but hey, it’s a living.

This is a motive centered around financial gain and expediency. Claude is shitty to value money over human life, and he has no qualms about violence - but the motive is not “fun.”

Cleo is a Death Eater because, as a girl from a pureblood family of no importance, she recognizes that many of the people in the Death Eaters are important and influential, and she wants that kind of power. Additionally, she does get a kick out of violence, but she’s a weapon more than she is a fighter: she’s a tool who needs someone to wield her, to give instructions, to give her purpose. The Death Eaters offer both.

This is a motive centered around status and around order - Cleo being a person who needs order externally forced upon her.

Sadie is working for the Death Eaters because she believes they will win the First Wizarding War, and she wants to secure a place in their new order - ideally something more than she had previously as a squib. She figures if the good guys are really good they’ll forgive her for keeping herself alive - but that the bad guys won’t forgive disloyalty. Also, her boss in the Death Eaters indulges her research in the Dark Arts, which is fun.

This is a motive centered around security and self-satisfaction. It’s very selfish and cold, but it’s not, like, Sid from Toy Story.

Why is your character Like That? What do they get out of Being Bad? What do they like about it? What purpose does it serve for them?

If you can’t think of a reason your character would be a Bad Guy beyond that you want to write a Bad Guy, you should probably rework the character. It’s tricky to write someone who really should just be a Good Guy as a Bad Guy because, depending on your site’s setting, you might end up being a Bad Guy Apologist, leaning into the positive qualities of your character without writing them as an actual villain/antagonist/baddie - and remember, Death Eaters are shitty people! Antagonists antagonize! They should be complex, but you should never lose sight of an abusive class being abusive!

And finally,

They can’t all be serial killers.

It’s tempting, since we’re writing fiction here and we all love drama, to reach straight for a Big Evil when we’re writing a baddie. They murdered ___! Egads!

If all of your baddies murdered their spouse/parent/sibling, again I ask you: are you actually writing distinct, well-developed characters, or are you just spitting out the same edgelord with different faces?

(If all your baddies specifically murdered a woman, might I ask you to examine this choice? Misogynistic violence is not a shortcut to character development.)

Cast of characters aside - what is it your character does that makes them evil? It is worth noting that bad behavior exists on a spectrum, and to jump to the far end of that spectrum without building the character up to it is often jarring and confusing. There are many, many things your character can do that might contribute to their Bad IdentityTM without killing anyone!

Baby Bads: No one gets hurt in a serious way, but the character is unpleasant. Think: a schoolteacher might not let you go to recess. You might get detention. Examples:

petty theft

general assholery

bullying

lying, small & large scale

general unkindness

minor manipulation for personal gain

Middling Misdeeds: These might cause some harm - physically, emotionally, or otherwise - but there’s some room for smart-talking or otherwise evading major consequences. Think: suspension. Examples:

larger theft and other money-related naughties: money laundering, ponzi schemes, etc

physical assault/battery

blackmail

bribery

large-scale manipulation for personal gain or for fun

hate speech (to be clear, I, JB, think this is way more than middling, but in art as in life, a lot of characters are going to do it and get away with it.)

Terrible Transgressions: The far end of the spectrum of antagonistic behavior. If your character is doing this shit, it shouldn’t be coming out of the blue. If your character is doing this shit, there’s got to be a character-driven reason beyond “flavor.” These are things that would get you expelled and moved into criminal court. A lot of things that are viewed as standard topics requiring a trigger warning fit into this category.

murder

sexual assault

torture

child abuse

It’s easy in rp, where there are often way more criminal types in a character population than we hope exist IRL, to forget that murder is.... like.... it’s a BIG DEAL. It’s not something everyone has done. And thank dog, right?

If you’re attached to your character being someone’s cause of death, for specific character-driven reasons, you might think about alternatives. For example, if you hope to convey that Brandon Baddie is a callous asshole, instead of having him kill his roommate over a household chores dispute, you might have him drive drunk, hit a pedestrian, get out of the car, see the body, and drive away. If you hope to convey that Sandy Sadist is cruel, you might have her threaten her sister’s dog, but not actually hurt it, enjoying the fear of the sister and of the dog more than she would enjoy actually hurting either. If you hope to communicate that Ruthie Reckless is thoughtless, you might have her driving 100 mph speeding to the edge of a cliff while her father sobs in the passenger seat, stopping just inches from the edge.

There are so many ways to make a point. If you’re going to kill someone to make a point, do it sparingly, and with very deliberate purpose.

Whether you’re starting your first villain or hoping to hone your villainous sword, I hope you found this tut helpful! Best of luck, and happy writing!

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“Sato, tell me again why we’re doing this,” Catra asked with a loud groan, shielding her face as best as she could.

It was a beautiful and sunny summer day at the park, and that meant Catra and Asami were suffering like the sad goths they were as they were dragged along by the ever cheerful Korra and Adora.

“Because we love them dearly,” Asami huffed, exhausted from the heat, “and we can’t just keep them inside all summer.”

“Ugh, are we going on a picnic with our girlfriends here, or walking our dogs?” Catra complained.

As if on cue Adora and Korra turned to look at them, energetically waving at them as they finally found a nice place to set up. Their smiles were so bright that Catra was happy she had put on sunscreen earlier.

“Both,” Asami said, adjusting her sunglasses.

Slowly they walked up to the over excited duo. Thankfully the two of them managed to find a nice patch of shade they could set up under, and not have to melt under the sun like a couple of angsty popsicles.

“Blanket?” Adora asked, promptly taking the leading and organizing position she was born for.

“Check!” Catra replied, getting a cheap picnic blanket from her bag.

“Water?”

“Check,” Korra answered, taking several bottles of water from her backpack.

“Sandwiches?”

“Check,” Asami said, before adding, “I made them.”

“And sodas?”

Korra shoved her arm back into her backpack and began yanking all the soda cans out with far too much enthusiasm. The three of them stopped and glared, getting her to stop before she could slam the cans down...again. As hilarious as it would have been to watch Korra accidentally spray herself again, they actually wanted to drink their sodas this time.

Adora gave them all a satisfied nod, before proudly declaring, “and with that, our picnic date is ready to start!”

“Wow, so romantic, Adora,” Catra rolled her eyes, “nothing makes a girl feel more special than a bunch of checklists.”

“Well I appreciate it when a girl comes prepared,” Asami countered, giving Adora a kiss on the cheek for support.

“Of course you do, Sato,” Catra shook her head and rolled her eyes.

The two of them stuck their tongues at each other for a bit, in what their girlfriends could only assume was their more...unique approach to flirting.

Deciding now was a good time to change the topic away from those two dorks, Korra approached the trio with her arms behind her back.

“Hey, Adora,” she called, earning a glare from Catra, who had nearly patented that line, “you sure we aren’t missing something?”

Adora checked her list a second time, even rereading the things she brought there herself, “I don’t think so?”

Korra smiled as she brought her hands forward, revealing the football she had been hiding behind her. Adora’s hands flew to her mouth to contain a gasp, and looked up at Korra as if she had just whipped out a wedding ring. Catra and Asami were extremely unimpressed.

They barely got to finish setting up before those two darted off to go run around and throw that ball like the pair of adorable goofballs they were.

“Looks like it’s just the two of us again, Applesauce,” Asami commented, sitting comfortably in the shade.

“Yup,” Catra nodded, sitting next to her. She allowed a long pause to pass by before adding, “wanna makeout?”

“Thought you’d never ask,” Asami replied, scooting closer and hooking her arms around Catra’s neck.

Catra leaned in, lips slightly parting as they came closer to Asami’s… before being so rudely interrupted by Korra clearing her throat. The two edgy idiots looked up at her, seeing her and Adora standing over them with crossed arms.

“Don’t we do this every day at school?” Korra asked, brow raised in annoyance.

“Yeah,” Catra replied, refusing to move away from Asami, “your point?”

“This is a date,” Adora added, hitting them with her most powerful puppy dog eyes, “can’t you guys please play with us for a bit?”

Both of them groaned and looked at each other. Asami looked ready to give in at the slightest hint of that adorable face, but Catra had years of experience with saying no to it.

“Yeah, I’m not doing that,” Catra answered.

“Oh well,” Adora sighed, “you asked for it.”

They were barely given a moment to process what that meant, before Korra and Adora hoisted them up, and tossed them over their shoulders like sacks of potatoes. Asami yelped loudly, but accepted her fate. Catra, on the other hand, kicked and screamed the entire way, nearly punching Adora in the face more than once.

“I’ll fucking kill you!” She shouted, “put me down, or I fucking swear!”

Adora simply laughed as she carried her girlfriend along to the nice open space where they were playing just a moment ago.

“Only if you promise to play with us,” she replied.

“Fine!” Catra yelled, “just put me down!”

Adora gently put her down and shot her a beaming smile. Oh she was lucky she was so cute, or Catra would have kicked her ass right now. Instead she just adjusted her clothes, fixed her hair so it would be the correct kind of messy, and huffed.

“So what exactly are you making us play?”

“We don’t need to play an actual game,” Korra answered, “we just wanted to have fun with you guys.”

Catra seemed unconvinced. They should have known she wouldn’t participate if she couldn’t make a competition out of it.

“Okay, how about this,” Adora offered, “we split into teams of two, and we try to just toss the ball between team members without letting the other two catch it. Whoever keeps the ball with their team the longest wins. Sounds fun for you?”

Catra pondered for a moment, seeming satisfied with these terms of engagement she declared, “I’m on team Korra!”

“What!?” Adora exclaimed, her expression one of utter and absolute betrayal, “why?”

“She’s the tallest one here,” Catra explained, casually, “it’s an obvious tactical advantage.”

“By an inch!” Adora countered, still stunned that Catra would ever abandon her like this...again.

“Don’t worry, Adora,” Asami said, putting a hand on her shoulder for reassurance, “we’ll make sure she regrets that”.

Oh no. Korra and Adora looked at each other as they both realized that they may have made a terrible mistake.

What followed was easily the most intense game of keepaway any of them had ever played. Though intensity was just about the only thing Catra and Asami were providing for this match up. Not that the other two minded much - they were genuinely just happy to play with their girlfriends for once - but they were starting to worry one of them was gonna end up doing something stupid.

It wasn’t long until they were proven right. Catra caught a ball meant for Adora and instead of throwing it to Korra, she decided the best strategy was to just run for it. The three of them watched stunned as she bolted off into the park like she was being chased by the hounds of hell. Asami gave chase soon after, so the assumption wasn’t all wrong.

Korra and Adora just stood there, watching as their girlfriends ran after each other, shouting insults at one another.

“We should have known that was gonna happen,” Adora commented with a defeated sigh.

“Well, at least we got them to exercise for once,” Korra offered.

“Yeah,” she nodded, watching those two for just a bit longer before adding, “wanna make out?”

“Sure,” Korra shrugged, “not like they’re gonna be back any time soon.”

~~~

Korra leaned back and closed her eyes, allowing herself to enjoy the cool breeze that blew past their little spot. She took a nice, long sip of her soda and let out a satisfied sigh. Yeah, this picnic was just what she needed.

“Water,” groaned the mostly dead girl to her side.

Catra laid there, sprawled face down on the picnic blanket, barely able to do anything but groan, and complain after completely draining herself like that. She couldn’t help but laugh a little, playing with her girlfriend’s hair before handing her the much needed cold water.

The poor girl groaned something sounding almost similar to a thank you, before chugging the whole bottle down in record time and then flopping back to her sprawled position.

“So what did we learn?” Adora asked, with that particular tone she had at times that made Korra wonder if she ever considered becoming a teacher one day.

“Never to exercise again,” Catra answered.

“No,” she corrected, “don’t over exert yourself

“Also don’t wear all black to a picnic,” Korra added, “I’m surprised you two didn’t cook alive.”

“We did,” Asami replied.

“And that’s why we brought all this water,” Adora said proudly as she handed Asami her own water bottle.

“What would we do without you?” Asami praised.

“We wouldn’t have gone out in this fucking heat that’s for sure,” Catra complained.

“Can you do something other than complain?” Asami asked.

“No,” she replied without a second of hesitation, “also scoot over, you’re hogging all the shade.”

“Sorry, Applesauce, but I won. I hold all the shade privileges now,” she proudly declared, earning a weak little kick from a completely burned out Catra.

“Don’t be like that,” Adora sighed and crawled closer to her girlfriend. She ran her fingers through Catra’s hair, scratching her in this very particular way that only Adora knew how to do, and soon it was like angry asshole Catra had never been there, now replaced with just soft asshole Catra.

“Asami is right,” Catra said, sounding so content with everything, “what would we do without you?”

“Oh, are we showing her some love now?” Korra asked, scooting closer and hugging Adora from behind, “mind if I join in? ‘Cause I got plenty.”

Following her example the other two joined in the PDA, Asami leaning against her shoulder, and Catra resting her head on her lap. Adora looked like she was on the verge of tears.

“Y-You guys,” she whined, trying not to crumble into an emotional mess, “I love you so much.”

“We love you too,” Korra answered, kissing her cheek. The others hummed in agreement.

“This means a lot,” she replied, sniffing loudly, “but you’re all really sweaty and it’s way, way too hot for PDA right now.”

Korra and Asami muttered some agreements and promptly moved away, fanning themselves a little to help cool down. Catra, on the other hand, refused to move and in fact even pressed a little closer.

“Are you gonna move?” Adora asked, amused.

“Nope,” Catra replied, “you’re too comfortable.”

Not wanting to disturb this rare moment of peace, Adora accepted her fate, and returned to her duty as Catra’s primary source of scratches.

After that initial burst of energy the rest of the day was surprisingly peaceful. Well, besides a small argument over who had the worst taste in music, and who should or shouldn’t be allowed to have the aux cord. But other than that it was a calm and peaceful day.

Slowly but surely, the shade grew a bit longer and the day grew a bit colder. Night was about to fall, and it was time to move to part two of their wonderful summer date. Milkshakes at the diner. Korra’s kinda sorta aunt Kya ran the place with her wives, so she let Korra and all her friends - and girlfriends - hangout for as long as they wanted.

The four of them greeted Kya before taking their usual table. Catra did not waste a single second trying to sit like a normal person, she promptly tossed her legs over Adora’s lap, and leaned back against the wall, phone already in hand.

“Hey, look at that,” she commented, “Blight dyed her hair purple.”

“Maybe she decided green hair was too straight for her,” Korra joked, “I’m surprised she didn’t go with blue.”

“Well, I think purple works really well for her,” Adora commented, “I mean, all her clothes are already black and purple.”

“All of your clothes are white or red, but I don’t see you dying your hair,” Catra commented, archiving the mental image of redhead Adora for later.

Adora opened her mouth to argue, but was interrupted by Asami, “babe, your hair is wonderful, don’t let her bully you into doing something stupid with it.”

Catra looked ready to throw her phone, “hey, I aint bullying anyone!”

“I see you kids are as cheerful as ever,” Castaspella greeted as she reached them, putting their food on the table, “here are your milkshakes, and the fries are on the house.”

“We really don’t mind paying for it, aunt Casta,” Korra assured her.

“Nonsense, let us spoil you kids a little,” Casta replied, with a wave, “besides, consider this a little thank you for helping our niece get a date.”

“Wait!” Catra interrupted, very confused for a moment, “Amity is your niece?”

“No, silly, I meant Luz,” she chuckled, “she was so in love with that Blight girl that she wouldn’t stop talking to Lilith about how amazing she was. It was adorable.”

Adora blinked a couple of times as she realized that meant that Luz and Glimmer were technically related now. She then vowed to herself to neverr let them find out, their power and chaos combined would be far too much for the world.

“Uh, glad we could help I guess?” Korra offered with a weak smile, completely unaware of the small crisis going on in Adora’s head. Aunt Casta laughed a little at the awkwardness, before leaving to tend to the other tables.

And now that they were left alone it was time to dig in. As usual Adora practically inhaled her food, and had to be stopped by Catra before she choked on something. Also as usual they were all dipping their fries in their milkshakes, with the sole exception of Asami.

“I still don’t know how you guys manage to eat that,” she commented.

Adora loudly swallowed a whole portion of milkshake covered fries in one go - earning an exasperated sigh from Catra - and answered, “it’s good!”

“Is it though?”

“What? Is this unsuitable for your refined palate, princess?” Catra teased.

“It’s…weird,” she replied.

“Hey, I’m weird, and you still love me,” Korra commented, leaning a little closer to her.

“You know what I meant,” she complained even as she leaned back against Korra.

“Don’t you wanna at least give it a try?” Korra asked, offering one of her own fries, “for me?”

That was a cheap trick, and Korra knew it, but it worked. Asami leaned in and took a bite of those fries without even taking them from Korra’s hand. There was a certain romance to eating food from your lover’s hands, or at least there would be if her two other lovers weren’t being little shits and snickering the entire time.

Asami glared at the two of them as she slowly ate her fries, trying to properly savor them, to fully grasp their flavor profile. Adora did a little heart with her hands and blew her a kiss in an attempt to mitigate her annoyance.

It worked better than she would like to admit.

“So how is it?” Korra asked.

Asami swallowed and paused, seeming to ponder her answer for a moment. “It was...better than I expected.”

Korra laughed and shot her a beaming smile, “told you it was good.”

Asami couldn’t respond for a moment as she was too busy being reminded that Korra was a blessing to humanity, and that she was so lucky to be able to call her her girlfriend.

“Well uh...thanks for making me try it,” she mumbled. Trying her best to save herself before Catra and Adora - especially Catra - could make any comments on her loss of composure, Asami dipped one of her fries on her milkshake and offered it to Korra, “here.”

Korra eagerly and happily took a bite off of it.

“That’s so fucking gay,” Catra commented.

“Catra, we’ve all been dating for months,” Adora countered.

“Yeah, your point?” She asked, sticking her tongue out at her.

“You’re the worst, you know that?” Asami replied.

“Complain all you want, princess. You all love me, and you know it.”

The table collectively groaned - Asami burying her head in her hand - all fully aware that she was completely right.

~~~

Eventually the conversation died down. It was late and they had spent all day with each other, but they all knew they’d have to part ways eventually. They all knew they’d probably see each other tomorrow, and the day after that, and the day after that, and every day for as long as they could. But that didn’t mean they enjoyed bringing the date to a close.

Adora especially seemed extra clingy today as she gave all three of her girlfriends tight, rib-crushing hugs. The others were far more subtle about it, but it was still there. In the lingering touches after a hug, the yearning looks after a kiss. It was that unspoken want to stay just a little longer, to never let go.

Maybe one day they’d all walk together to their own home, and cuddle together in their own bed, but today they all had different places to return to and they had to go their separate ways. In the end only Korra was left standing in front of the diner.

“Hey, kid,” aunt Kya called, “you want a ride back to your parent’s place?”

“You really don’t--”

“What did Casta say about letting us spoil you?” She interrupted. There was no arguing with her.

Next thing Korra knew she was in Kya’s car, watching the lamp posts pass by them as she took her home.

“You should bring them over more often,” Kya commented.

“I’ll try,” Korra replied.

“I’m serious,” she insisted, “you know we all love when you bring the girls over. It reminds us of the good old days.”

“The good old days?” Korra asked, somewhat amused.

“Back when we were your age,” she explained, “back then it wasn’t exactly okay for a girl to want to be with another girl, let alone two. But even then we knew we wanted nothing more than to be together, just the three of us, for as long as life would let us.”

Korra thought back to that idea of sharing a place with them, living every day with them, making days like this the norm. It all sounded so wonderful.

“Yeah,” she replied, “I think I get it.”

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woah-were-halfway-there · 4 years

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Dating Auston Matthews Would Include...

A/N: this wasn’t requested or anything, I just felt like making a list. Enjoy ☺️

A gradual start to the relationship

Like the two of you start as friends before it goes anywhere

But, he's met his match with you, so he's in it for the long haul

He'd be so excited but also extremely nervous to tell his family about you

Especially his mom

"So mom, there's this girl."

"I know."

"Wait. What?"

"Your sisters told me. I hear she's lovely."

It'd mean the world to him that you got along with them

Him not being huge on PDA

But low(high)key gets jealous when others are giving you unwanted attention

If someone is hitting on you or making suggestive comments, he'd try his best not to make a scene

But would undoubtedly let the person know you're his through actions

Like casually snaking his arm around his waist and pulling you closer to him while forcing the fakest of smiles as he introduces himself to whoever it is talking to you

Say the two of you are at a group dinner and the waiter/waitress is a wee bit flirty towards you

It's a no from Auston, dawg

He wouldn't say anything but he would definitely give some (not so) subtle glares to the other person

And have his hand resting on your thigh/knee, making sure to give it the odd squeeze every once in a while; especially whenever the waiter returned

So much competitiveness

Literally over everything

Such as, something stupid like him betting that he could carry more grocery bags from the car up to the condo than you

Or you asking him to hand you something and him just holding the item above his head saying "only if you can reach it".

He's a headache, but he's your headache

He'd absolutely love if you were into sports like he was, but also would dig you not really caring about them cause it gives him a little break from it all

But also think about how if it came to a different sport like baseball and the two of you were diehard fans for different teams

Wooo boy

The chirping and pettiness would be unreal especially when those teams played against each other

But it would also be so, so fun

He's a softie, and everyone knows it, but you bring it out of him the most

Like he's whipped

And the guys on the team live for it

Especially when he shows it in little gestures

Such as making pit stops on the way back from practice regardless of who he's with just to pick up your go-to drink from Starbucks

Or being on the road and him hanging out with his teammates but smiling goofily at his phone because of something you sent him

And blushing when he gets called out on it and immediately changing the subject

He just loves being around you

The two of you are very spontaneous together

Like deciding to go on random long car rides

And walking around the city late at night without a care in the world

But even with your spontaneity

You both just love being at home together so freaking much

Cuddling on the couch

Watching your favourite movies or a Netflix show the two of you started watching together

And him getting super offended if you even think about going ahead and watching an episode without him

"I think you're being a tad dramatic about this, Auston."

"Well, then maybe you shouldn't have watched the season finale while I'm not there."

"Yeah, ok, now here's what happened..."

"DON'T SPOIL IT!"

In a room full of people he always has eyes for you

Whether that be staring at you from where he's sat only a few feet away while visiting friends or family; waiting for you to react to the meme he just sent you

Or always looking to that one spot in the crowd at the arena where he knows you're sitting, wearing his jersey, and smiles widely or winks while skating back to the bench after scoring a goal

Cause he's a cocky mf'er

But it's fine

It's cool

And then the two of you are alone, and it's a whole other story

If you know what I mean 👀

Bow chicka wow wow

MOVING ON

You're one of his biggest supporters, but he's also your number one fan

You post a picture on Instagram? Not long after you'll hear him make a pleased noise from the other room before being notified of him commenting a bunch of fire emojis

Regardless of what you do in life, he's always cheering you on

And offering you a shoulder to lean on when things become too much

It works both ways

But he has more trouble expressing his frustrations than you do and tends to get mopey instead

Like after a big game loss

He'd just be quiet and either not want to talk about it or blame everything on himself

And you'd listen

Let him vent before putting in your two cents of how he doesn't need to be so hard on himself

But most of all, just being there for him

Which he appreciates more than he could ever explain

He always gets your opinion on things

Whether that be a new suit or a birthday gift to get for one of his sisters, it doesn't really matter

And since he values your opinion so much, he also knows you'd never judge him for having a different one

Maybe the hat he wanted to wear with a suit was just a little extra to you, but he likes it, so you just shrug it off. He still looked good regardless

And it wouldn't be just about fashion or gifts

He'd send you new songs he liked and thought you would enjoy too

Maybe even make you the odd playlist

Who knows

But it's little things like that where he shows his affection

Because he doesn't always voice it

However, you never have to doubt the love this man has for you

He absolutely loves kissing you

Literally thinks about it while he's away

Even longs for it

And boy does he make use of the time the two of you have together while he's back for home games or during off season

Going on new adventures together

Trying new things

He'd probably try to teach you to rollerblade or something

But would also be down for trying this new craft thing you saw on Pinterest

There would definitely be the odd emotional reunion after spending some time apart regardless of how cheesy the two of you felt because you just love and missed each other so much

You'd be extremely comfortable around each other

Like you could wake up from a night out with friends in the roughest state, and he'd tease you a little bit, but still manage to make you smile

Because he's so freaking cheeky

And flirty, my GOD

But, again, he's basically just a big teddy bear

And just wants to be loved

Which you do so well

"You're the most important girl in my life, I hope you know that."

"I'm gonna tell your mom you said that."

"Wait. No, don't!"

*intro of Mr. Brightside starts playing during a long road trip*

The two of you: *slowly glance at each other knowingly*

Six seconds later, in unison:" COMING OUT OF MY CAGE AND I'VE BEEN DOING JUST FINE."

Cheesy holiday traditions that form over time

Damn right he's making use of that mistletoe every year

Calling each other to rant about any minor inconvenience that may have happened as a way to calm down

Him being extra loud and obnoxious around you just because he can

Him: *loudly entering the condo after making a quick run to the store*

"SomeBODY ONCE TOLD ME."

You: *groans for 18 hours*

The two of you wouldn't fight all that much

But when you do, they're bad

They just suck so much because fights between the two of you are so rare that when they happen, they're definitely over something serious

However, communication is a big thing

And although you both may be grumpy and petty, neither of you want it to last

"Auston?"

"Hmm?"

"You still love me, right?"

"Of course I do."

You and him being literal partners in crime

Plotting against everyone

But no one takes offence to it because the two of you are just harmless goofballs

Talk a big talk but that's about it

You'd always be showing each other new things

Being the CEO's of working smarter, not harder

IKEA trips that would result in one of you getting separated from the other

Inside jokes and references only the two of you get

Because you're each other's best friend

And want nothing but the best

Because the force(love) is strong with this one

You're each other's missing piece that makes a whole

And there is no doubt that the two of you will eventually vow to be each other's person, forever

#nhl imagine #nhl fanfiction #nhl headcanon #auston matthews #auston matthews imagines #nhl imagines #toronto maple leafs imagine #nhl rpf #hockey imagine #auston matthews fanfiction #nhl writing #hockey rpf #hockey fanfiction #hockey imagines #I do be proud of that gif I made

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yayeetsonny · 4 years

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New Beginnings~Chapter 1

(Okay so if you haven’t read the imagine “Theatre Kid Problems” or the prologue I suggest you read those first so you aren’t confused)

1 month later...

Ryley PRO//

So here I am in the hospital because I fell off a ladder. Of course the whole story is more than that but I don’t want to have to relive the incident. The good thing about getting hurt now is that it’s after the Shebelives cup. Which we won by the way, the games against Spain and England were the most grueling. I really thought we would end the Spain game in a tie but JJ came through in the last minutes to give us the win. Anyways, I get to go home tomorrow, and by “home” I just mean back to Christen and Alex’s house in Utah. speaking of those two, they have been insanely protective since they got here. They hover more than usual and if they see even the slightest indication I’m in pain they bombard me with questions such as

“Is it your head?”

“Does your leg hurt?”

“Can you breath okay?”

“Do you want us to get a nurse or the doctor?”

I answer their questions as best I can and then they do everything in their power to make it hurt less. It’s very sweet, but sometimes a little much.

“Hey R.J., how you feeling kiddo?” Alex asks, entering the room with lunch for everyone.

“I feel a little tired, but I don’t have any pain.”

“Maybe you should take a little nap before you eat.” Chris says concerned.

“I don’t need to nap, I’m hungry” I say grumpily

“Well it sounds like you do, miss grumpy-pants” Alex says

“Nooo guys, I’m hungryyy.” I whine

“Okay, okay. Calm down, you can eat first and then you’re gonna nap okay love bug?” Christen says, running her finger across my eyebrow

“Do I have to?”

“Yes Ryley. You need to rest.”

“I’m really not that tired. I don’t need it.” I say hoping to get out of yet another nap

“Yes you do. Please just take a little nap.”

“No.”

“Ryley...”

“I don’t need to take a nap!” I snap

“Woah there, inside voice please.” Alex says, both her and Chris startled by my outburst.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have yelled. I’ll take a nap when I finish eating.”

“Thank you baby.”

After I’ve eaten and napped we decided to play uno, Alex becoming quite competitive. She was determined to win every round, even if it meant cheating a little.

“Alex stop looking at my cards!” Chris says exasperated

“I’m doing no such thing.” Alex says indignantly

“Alex...”

“Okay, okay. I took a little peek. I’m sorry babe.” She then gives Chris her best pout and puppy dog eyes, Chris of course giving in and forgiving her immediately. I roll my eyes playfully, she’s whipped. They share a gentle kiss that soon turns into a make out session.

“Okay, gross! Get a room.” I say, shielding my eyes. They’re cute but I didn’t need to see all that.

“Oh right, forgot about you for a second, sorry.” They pull apart, having the decency to at least pretend to be apologetic.

“Mhmm.”

After we finish playing uno we have dinner and then before I know it, it’s time for bed.

“Goodnight love bug. Sleep well. We’ll be right here when you wake up.” Christen says kissing me on the forehead and rubbing my eyebrow.

“Goodnight kiddo. We love you.” Alex says doing the same thing.

“Goodnight guys.”

The next day

I woke up this morning feeling really hot and then cold and it went on like that for much of the morning. I also had a cough but I did my best to hide it from Chris and Alex because I didn’t want them to freak out. But I could tell they knew something was off.

“Are you sure you’re okay Ry? You seem... off.” Alex says eying me suspiciously

“Yep! All good.” I say.

Right after I said that I shivered and went into a coughing fit. Chris looked up from her book, her and Alex share a worried glance and then they both looked at me giving me “the mom eyes”.

“I’m getting the doctor.” Chris says leaving no room for argument.

She leaves and not even 2 minutes later she returns, the doctor and a nurse in tow.

“Hi Ryley. I hear you may be experiencing a fever and that you have a cough. Do you mind if I check you out real quick?” Doctor Baker asks kindly

“Sure.”

He does a quick exam, taking my temperature, listening to my heart, taking my blood pressure and all that good stuff and then he comes to the conclusion that I do in fact have a fever and that it looks like I’m getting sick.

“Okay, so it looks like Ryley has a moderate fever and cough so I’d like to keep her an extra day just to monitor her vitals and make sure it’s not more serious than a cold.” He says reassuring Christen and Alex that there isn’t anything to be worried about. I know them, as soon as he leaves they’re going to start fussing over me. Oh man I just want to go home.

“I would suggest using a cool wet rag and placing it on her forehead to try to cool her down a little. I can get her one if you’d like?” The nurse says.

“Yes please that would be great.” Christen says, brushing my hair out of my eyes.

The doctor leaves, saying he’ll be back later to check in and just as I thought they begin asking me all their questions and fussing over me more than they were before.

“Here love, let’s lower your bed so you can lay down.” Alex says

The nurse returns with the cool rag and Christen puts it on my forehead and then takes a seat beside my bed, Alex doing the same on the other side. They each take one of my hands. We sit in comfortable silence until I break it.

“I want to go home.” I say, my voice shaking as I feel my eyes welling up with tears. What the hell why am I crying?

“We know R.J. and we will soon okay? You just have to stay an extra day and the we’ll be able to go home.”

For whatever reason, what Alex says causes me to become more upset. I start to cry loudly.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay. Shh baby, you’re okay. Just relax. I promise you- we promise you it’s okay.” Christen says, continually running her thumb across my eyebrow.

They both whisper sweet nothings in my ear attempting to calm me down and eventually it works, although I’m still confused as to where all that emotion came from. It’s just an extra day. Chris and Alex then resume babying me.

“Let’s get you some water so you don’t become dehydrated.”

“I’m okay, I don’t- ” I’m cut off when a cup of water is set in front of me.

“Drink a little bit please”

“Okay, okay.”

Do you want an extra blanket?” Chris asks, moving to stand.

“No thank you.” I say

“Okay well let us know if that changes.”

“I will. Promise.”

The next day comes and goes and after getting checked over by the doctor the following morning I’m cleared to go home. Finally

“You ready kiddo?” Alex asks, finishing gathering our stuff while Christen retrieves the discharge papers while also getting final instructions from the nurse and doctor.

“Yeah I am.” I say excitedly

I wheel my wheelchair over to the door more than ready to leave.

“Woah, hold on. Make sure you put on your sweater It’s cold out.”

“It’s not that cold Alex I’m fine.” She gives me an unimpressed look and with a huff I give in and put on my sweater.

“Mhm. Let’s go” she says

She wheels me out while somehow also carrying all of our belonging, which is really just a backpack full of clothes, and water bottles, and her and Christen’s purses but still.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to hold anything? I’m like your own personal moving basket.” I say, laughing

“I’m good, thank you.” She chuckles

We meet Christen out in the hallway and before I know it we’re at the car and they’re helping me in, making sure I’m settled and then we’re off the the airport. The flight from Colorado to Utah was short but it was easier than driving because of all my injuries. Even so there were several times on the flight I found myself in pain or bumping a part of my body that hurt. But finally after what felt like forever (it wasn’t) we landed and we were able to get off the plane and go home. Once we got to their house they made sure I was as comfortable as possible before leaving to the kitchen to make dinner.

Alex PRO//

“Do you think she’s okay out there by herself?” Christen asks, worrying about Ryley being alone for too long.

“Yes babe. She’s okay.” I say while wrapping my arms around her to comfort her.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes my love.”

“Okay. I believe you.”

I kissed her gently before letting go of her to start dinner. We decided on a simple cheesy pasta. Certainly not the healthiest meal we’ve ever made but I thought we all deserved a bit of a break. Christen did her best to help me, although I’d never say this to her, she wasn’t a very good cook. But you didn’t hear it from me. After we finished making dinner I went to get Ryley from the living room. I walked in to find her fast alseep in her chair. Poor kid must be exhausted. I thought. I went over to try to wake her as gently as I could.

“Ryley?” I shook her gently but she didn’t wake.

“Baby love it’s time to wake up, dinner’s ready.” I said again trying to be gentle.This time she began to stir, she opened her eyes slowly and looked up, smiling at me sleepily.

“Hi”

“Hey there, you ready to eat?”

“Yeah”

I wheeled her to the kitchen table and Christen served up the food as we sat down to eat. After we ate we decided to just have a chill movie night. It took a while for us to decide on a movie but we eventually settled on the disney movie Up. After the movie, and many tears, that movie is so sad we decided it was time to go to sleep and that’s where things got a little tricky.

“R.J. do you... do you want us to carry you upstairs? Or do you want to stay down here? There’s a guest room just down the hall.” I say, slightly worried about leaving her by herself down here.

“Can you- I mean would you mind- Will you guys stay with me?” She asks timidly.

“Of course love bug. We’ll always stay.”

“Wow. That was deep Chris.”

“You know what I mean, goofball.”

Christen wheeled her to the guest room, I followed. We helped her change, giving her one of Christen’s Stanford hoodies, much to my dismay and a pair of my soccer shorts. We helped her into bed and after a lot of fussing, readjusting of pillows and lots of questions she finally convinced us to go change. We came back in record time and after triple checking that she was okay we climbed into bed cuddling her and smushing her in a chrislex sandwich.

“We love you Ry. You know that right?”

“We love you so much.”

“Of course I know that. Thank you for everything the last few days, and for always being there for me.” She said becoming emotional.

“Of course. We’ll always be there for you, always” I said lovingly.

We did what we always do, alternating between running our fingers across her eyebrows, running our hands through her hair and rubbing her back, trying to lull her to sleep. We also started something new, singing her a lullaby each night. I thought for sure she’d be too embarrassed to let us, saying something like

“I’m too old for that.”

But she seems to love it, she even likes to pick a different one each night but her favorite is the ittsy bittsy spider. You may wonder “why are you singing her lullabies? she’s not 5.” And to be honest I’m not really sure, we started to sing to her to help her fall asleep and then one night when she was extra sleepy she requested a lullaby, it’s stuck ever since. We love seeing this softer side of her, most of the time she tries to put up walls and only on rare occasions does she slip up and let us truly see her being vulnerable. Earlier at the hospital is an example of that, or when she called Chris mommy when she was first hurt. She hasn’t called either of us anything other than our names since. We can tell she catches herself sometimes but we don’t bring it up, she’ll call us mommy and mama when she’s ready. If she’s ever ready. We worry about her staying in that group home. We have our suspicions about her being mistreated but she shows no signs of being physically abused so we try not to dwell on our worries. We haven’t told her yet but when we first learned of the extent of her injuries and her recovery time we got a temporary foster license so that we are able to have her stay with us while she recovers. We plan to talk to her about it tomorrow and make sure she knows we aren’t trying to pressure her into letting us adopt her.

“Chris?” I whisper so I don’t accidentally wake Ryley.

“Yeah babe?” She says back just as quiet.

“Do you think tomorrow will go well? I ask referring to the conversation we need to have with her.

“I’m sure it will. She’ll be glad to not have to go back to the group home for a while and she’ll love getting to spend more time with us.”

“I just don’t want to scare her. I want her to ask us to adopt her if and when she’s ready, not because she thinks we’re trying to force it on her.”

“She won’t see it that way, I’m sure of it.”

What neither of us realized was that while we were talking Ryley woke up and heard everything that we said.

Hey guys! I’m not sure if this is longer than the prologue but it seems like it lmao. I’m starting a tag list so if you want to be tagged when I post new chapters let me know. Thank you for all the kind words about my writing! 💕 The rest of the team will appear soon, I promise! (This is mostly unedited. sorry for mistakes)

S/O to @takingthehighwayhome for the idea for this chapter!

-N

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catwithangerissues · 3 years

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hi hi! if you’re still doing matchups could i have a male haikyuu one if that’s okay? i’m 5’5, she/her with long dark brown hair with the front half of my right side dyed white, green eyes and tan skin! i’m super bubbly, loud, naturally v flirty and my love language is physical touch! i love working out and i’m a huge foodie. i’m stubborn and impulsive, love rain and storms, coffee and i’m pretty open to pda! i’m emotional, super confident (in myself and socially), bold, giggly, energetic and observant (especially of people feelings) i tend to ramble a lot especially if i’m passionate about something but i’m a super good listener and love comforting others! i’m a night owl - love late night adventures, i’m super playful and love teasing people! i’m a bit of a goof ~

i’m spontaneous, optimistic, passionate and ambitious but i have super high standards for myself so sometimes i tend to overwork! i’m sooo competitive - even just playfully, wear my heart on my sleeve but i try to hide it behind my ego but in reality i’m a HUGE SOFTIE n get easily attached! i’m self assured and super straight forward - especially about my feelings. i can be a bit of a drama queen but it’s just for fun and if i’m feeling annoying (always) my favourite seasons are autumn/winter, i LOVE boba, the outdoors and walks/hikes - i love cosy nights at home though! my ideal type is someone tall, who can make me laugh, doesn’t mind physical touch and is protective! tysm <3

Thanks for requesting! You sound like a lovely human! Hope you like this!🥺

I match you up with...

KUROO

-First off, Kuroo would love that you were shorter than him. He’d totally be a tease about it, and he’d probably purposefully mention it when you two were around Yaku just to bug him too! Resting his arm on your head playfully and kissing the top of your head whenever he first saw you that day, would definitely be two big habits of his. He’d probably offer to give you piggie back rides if you ever seemed tired, and resting his head on the top of yours while he’s hugging or cuddling you??? I THINK YES

-I HAD A QUICK THOUGHT ABOUT YOUR HAIR. SINCE HES GOT BLACK HAIR THE WHITE SECTION IN YOURS WOULD POP AND LOOK SO PRETTY WHEN YOU WERE NEXT TO HIM. Opposite hair color fricken cuties. He’d probably develop a habit of moving some of your hair out of the way with his thumb before he leans down and places a kiss on the white section🥺

-You have green eyes, and I personally think that next to his more amber/gold ones, that would hella cool. He’d definitely enjoy looking into your eyes while you spoke, them mesmerizing him, but he always promises he was listening when you pout after he doesn’t respond to what you said. (He probably didn’t hear you, lmao)

-I think your bubbly, loud nature would work well with him. He’s kinda used to that with Bokuto, and his other best friend is Kenma.. so he’s used to both extremes when it comes to that. We’ve all seen how chaotic he can be with Bokubro, it’s probably that way with you too!

-You work out? AND love food?!? Kuroo is in love. He’s probably got a huge appetite and loves food just as much as any other sports playing-super tall-incredibly active- guy. And working out together? I think yes bro. He’d always compliment the way you looked working out, he’d probably stare a bit lowkey.. He swears his heart would explode everytime you asked if he wanted to work out with you or visa versa. He’d probably bring you snacks throughout the day with some horrible chemistry joke written on a sticky note on top of the package, cause he knows how much you love food and his jokes.. ;) (lol, sure Kuroo)

-Flirty, likes physical touch, and likes pda? Kuroo would eat that shit up. He’d be so excited to show you off to the team or his other friends. He’s a super flirty guy too, I’d think, so you two probably have your friends making fake throwing up noises when you flirt around them lol. If you’re a physical touch lover, he’d been all over that, always holding your hand or playing with your hair. Placing not so sneaky kisses on your shoulder or knuckles, or keeping a hand on your lower back while walking through crowds <3

-Being an emotional person wouldn’t bother Kuroo, he deals with Bokuto so he’s plenty prepared lmao. If you were ever insecure or upset he’d do anything to make you feel better, he’d hate seeing you sad. He’d bring you snacks and cuddle you if you wanted, reassuring you if you needed, but no need for much talking since he knows just being there to support you is enough to help you out of your rut <3

-Confident and a tease? AND a goofball? Your probably the only person who could ever manage to fluster Kuroo. Your confidence in your teasing or flirting with him, and in yourself, bringing a dark blush to his face when you hit him with a really good pickup line. Bonus points if it’s chemistry or volleyball related and you make him blush in front of the team lol. He’d probably pout at you later after practice and say you owed him a hug for all your teasing. Poor bb <3 :,(

-Spontaneous late night adventures with Kuroo? He’s down. Wanna get food at 2am? He’s alright got a place picked out. Wanna go for a drive to the next town over because they have a really cool zip line in their towns park? He’s on his way. Wanna get kicked out of random stores for messing around with the bikes or skate stuff and zooming down the isles? He’s already there bro. He loves that you’re spontaneous and is willing to do anything to see that bright smile on your adorable face, and he doesn’t mind the late night adventures at all, even if he’s tired the next day, just means he gets to cuddle you more <3

-So, someone tall, funny, and protective? Kuroo. That’s all I’m hearing lmao. We’ve already discussed his height and yours, and his bad chemistry jokes and pick up lines that he’s so glad actually make you laugh, but the protective bit? oHOHOHO. Kuroo is a very protective guy I think, keeping a hand or arm around you at all times basically. He’d glare at anyone who dared come too close, and Kuroo is pretty intimidating to them. You know the truth though, he’s just a big ol’ softy for you <3

🌱I hope you liked the matchup! Thanks for requesting!

#haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu #haikyu #haikyuu matchups #haikyuu kuroo #kuroo x reader #kuroo tetsuro x you #kuroo testuro #kuroo tetsuro x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fluff

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bagels-and-seagulls · 4 years

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may i suggest! ice skater matteo and hockey player david?

did...did someone say write another au? i am merely put a humble servant to the all the au’s out there. also shout out to @shhhhyoursister for just his general love of hockey player david and constant support

-the first time matteo notices him, notices the boy, he’s sitting at the top of bleachers throwing his keys back and forth between his hands as he’s waiting for the hockey team to clear off the ice. they’re supposed to be coming off by now, and matteo had finished the rest of the chores he had to do besides the zamboni at this point. it was a smaller rink after all, and the cleanup everywhere else had been quick enough today. alright, boys, the coach yelled and blew his whistle, that’s it. the hockey players came tumbling off the ice one by one, and matteo took the time to go bounding down the stairs, whistling to himself and throwing his keys up and down, up and down, when he finally saw him, the boy. he was pulling off his helmet and shaking his head as he ran his fingers through his hair. he laughed and clapped one of his teammates on the back with his stick, and matteo couldn’t help but stop and stare for a moment, looking at this boy he had never seen before with a smile that made matteo feel something in the back of his throat, something like a butterfly trying to fly it’s way out of his mouth, just by watching this boy set his stick against the rink wall and laugh like he hadn’t a care in the world.

-matteo’s sure it was just sweat, but he could have sworn the boy was glowing.

-matteo started ice skating when he was four. he and his mother would visit his aunt up in norway every holiday season by a lake that would freeze solid by the end of november all the way until february. he wasn’t sure how he got started on the ice. it had to be his mother. she must have taken him out there, try to give him something to do during the day so he wasn’t coped up in the house all the time during their visit. he doesn't really know, never really asked. all he knows is that he’s been skating for as long as he can remember.

-jonas and matteo were sitting in the bleachers during free skate one day, passing a bag of chips back and forth. when’s the next competition? jonas asks as he looks to the bottom of the bag to see if there were any more, tipping it back into his mouth for the last few crumbs. couple of weeks, matteo answers, watching a couple of hockey player looking guys goof around and skate around the outside of the rink faster than anyone else, spraying ice around the rink and annoying some of the girls that were off in one corner together. hans is getting my choreo together to show me next week. i’m going to try a lutz i’ve never done before. jonas grins at him, tells him it’ll be awesome in the same breath they both read the clock and realize they have to go back to work soon. they’re walking down next to the outer wall when a body hits the inside with a loud crack and a bang, and it makes matteo jump, grabbing his shirt and running into jonas’ side. the boy on the other side shakes his head like he was trying to shoo away stars floating around it and grins at matteo and jonas who are stuck in their tracks staring at him, making sure he didn’t get a concussion from the speed he railed the wall with. matteo sees it’s the boy, the hockey one with the glowing face and bright laugh. sorry! the boy shouts and laughs before skating away.

-do you know him? matteo asks, watching the boy’s back as he skates away towards his friends. yeah, david, the center for that new team that started practicing here, the jagers or something, jonas answers.

-matteo doesn’t really watch them, the hockey team. he’s never really cared before, but every time he hears the boy- david laugh or crack some joke, he can’t help but look over from whatever he’s doing. save the talk for the game, schreibner, his coach yells at him one day, and david just waves him off.

-the team was running over, and matteo was walking the bleachers for the third time to try and see if there was any trash he missed, for the third time, just killing time and not thinking about how he could have been half way home by now. let’s call it boys, the coach yelled, and everyone started filing away into the locker rooms. matteo was over near the rink entrance, most people not paying him any attention as they walked past. the last few started walking past, bumping up against each other and snickering to themselves like the goofballs matteo had figured them out to be, when there was a clatter as a stick fell to the ground. matteo leaned down to pick it up before he even realized. oh thanks, someone says as he reached for the stick in matteo’s hand. and oh, this david guy was even prettier up close. matteo’s palms started to itch. david cocked his head to the side as he looked over at matteo, who was still gripping at the stick like he suddenly didn’t know how to use his limbs. do we know each other? david asked. uh, matteo says and let’s go of the stick, sticking his hands in his pockets. no, i don’t think so. david smiled, we can change that. i’m david. matteo nods a little, matteo.

-the hockey guys go over every day, matteo texts to jonas as he waits mostly impatiently in the stands. the whole team there? jonas writes back. just a few, matteo responds as he looks up to where a couple of people are practicing scoring on one side of the rink. tell them get lost ur closing up, jonas responds. another text comes seconds later, tell them owners orders.

-sorry, guys, matteo calls out, leaning into the rink to call out to the few that were left. we’ve gotta close up. they all look over to him and start skating over immediately with various muttered apologies thrown at him. matteo, right? david asks as he skates over to the edge and taps off the ice on his skates. yeah, matteo mutters. what are you doing here so late? david asks with a friendly smile that was making matteo feel a little warm, a little like he wanted to tug at his collar. uh, i gotta clean up the ice, he answers lamely. david laughs lightly and his eyes crinkle a little in the corners as he’s looking at matteo. gotcha, well i’ll see you later, zamboni.

-it becomes a thing. matteo doesn’t really know how, but it does. david always shoots him a warm smile, throwing a see you later, zamboni, over his shoulder with a wave as he walks away with his team. it gives matteo a little bit of confidence, the type that he only feels mid-air with the cold already settled around his face, and he starts shooting things back, just little jabs here and there. you know you’re usually supposed to make it in the net, right? or skate around the wall, not into it.

-it becomes a thing, and the little jabs come with little smiles, and lingering hands on dropped hockey sticks, and rushing teammates off the ice but waiting just on the edge of the rink for quiet small talk, and looking away when one of them feels caught. it becomes a thing, and matteo doesn’t know how. not that he minds, though he felt like he was wearing too many layers every time.

-toe, spin, lutz. toe, spin, lutz. toe, spin, lutz. lutz. lutz. lutz- fuck! matteo cries out when he ends up tumbling to the ground mid-jump and bangs his elbow against the ice. fuck, matteo repeats as he grips onto his joint and groans when the pain goes shooting up his funny bone. you alright, zamboni? someone calls out, and matteo gets himself together quickly, pulling himself up and looking for the voice. david is standing over by the edge of the ice with a smile that looked a little concerned. you know you’re usually supposed to land jumps, right? he calls out when matteo doesn’t say anything. matteo skates over to him and brushes some of the ice stuck in his hair. well this is embarrassing, he says when he’s close enough for david to hear. and here i thought you were just a zamboni driver, david says, grinning. family friends of the owner, matteo says, they don’t mind if i practice before i close up for the night. david nods, looking matteo up and down on his skates like he was seeing something new, something for the first time he missed all the other times before. didn’t peg you as an ice skater, david says. do we have to be enemies now? the figure skater and the hockey player? david laughs and matteo can’t help but feel a smile creep up in the corners of his mouth. nah, we can still be- friends, david smiles, his voice flicking up in a weird way when he says friends. matteo tries not to think too much about it. tries.

-do you have your skates? david asks when everyone was pretty much gone from the rink, bumping him on the shoulder as he waves to them goodnight. what? matteo asks. do you have your skates? i wanna skate with you, david says completely sure, and it makes matteo’s brain stop working for a minute as his mouth runs dry. david hums as he pulls his practice jersey off to throw his shoulder pads onto the bleachers. well? david asks and cocks his head to the side, tapping his knuckles onto matteo’s arm to get his attention. and really that was the worst idea if david wanted matteo to think clearly. uh, yeah, in the back, matteo says, trying not to gulp too obviously. david laughs and shoves him in the chest, go get them.

-they skate around each other in circles for a minute, and matteo tries not to look too much at david as he glides around the ice like he was born to to it. i can do a trick, david says after a second and looks over at matteo from the corner of his eye. yeah? matteo asks. yeah, watch, david says and steadies himself for a moment before doing a little hop in the air barely getting off the ground then lifting his arms in the air like he was a gymnast landing a perfect routine, causing matteo to cackle and cover his mouth. whaddya think? it’s one of my best, david says, grinning ear to ear. a perfect ten, matteo says. david bowed and skated over to matteo’s side. i like to keep both of my skates on the ground if i can help it, he says and spins around slowly. want to see one of mine? matteo asks, feeling a little bit like he wanted to prove something, maybe show off a little, too.

-matteo did a lutz so good that hans would have been proud.

-wow, that was amazing, matteo, david said with some awe circling around his tongue as he went around in circles around matteo. matteo shrugs, feeling warm on the back of his neck. no, i’m serious, david said. that was really- really cool.

-wanna race? david says after they glide around each other a little longer, throwing glances at the other like they were in a crowded room on opposites end of a bar. matteo felt hot all over every time he caught david looking at him with a crook in his mouth. what does the winner get? matteo asks back. david hummed, you win, i’ll get the whole team to come to your competition next week in matching ‘i heart matteo’ t-shirts. matteo laughs at the mental image alone of a whole hockey team hopping and hollering during a pompous ice skating event. and if you win? matteo asks. you come to our game in an ‘i heart david’ shit, david responds with a shit-eating grin. shouldn’t it be ‘i heart the jagers’? matteo corrects with an eye roll. i know what i said.

-they race. matteo loses, and david laughs. matteo throws some ice flurries at his face and tries to not think about kissing him. tries.

-the whole hockey team comes to the competition anyways, not in matching t-shirts, but just as loud as matteo thought they would be.

-matteo lands his lutz and gets third place overall.

-wanna race? david asks him the day after matteo’s competition an hour after hockey practice had already ended and everyone had cleared out. i’m gonna wear the shirt, matteo says, promise. you don’t have to smoke me agian. david skates backwards in front of him lazily, looking down at his toes before back up at matteo. i was thinking winner would get something different, he says. what? matteo asks, his interest peaked as he pulled at a thread coming undone of his shoulder. how about a kiss, david hums, and matteo comes to a stop, though his thoughts were going every which way. david clears his throat, i was just- matteo interrupts him, you don’t need to win to get that.

-they still race. matteo still loses, but david pushes him up against the wall and kisses him hard on the mouth after saying matteo has the prettiest eyes he’s ever seen. so matteo hardly even noticed.

#my au addiction is getting out of control #but i'll never stop #davenzi #my writing #other aus

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Kim Possible AU

In which Marinette is in gymnastics, is childhood friends with Adrien, and somehow became an agent-for-hire when someone accidentally dialed her number to call for help instead of actual, professionally trained agents. That’s right, they called a preteen for help, didn’t have the time to call anyone else, and rolled with it.

Also Adrien is a total goofball with a hairless cat. He still has both his parents, who start out overprotective but gradually loosen the reigns when it becomes clear that his friend will keep him safe.

(The reason I put gymnastics and not cheerleading is because I’m pretty sure that’s an exclusively American thing? Besides, gymnastics kind of makes more sense, skillset-wise.)

Origins

• Marinette took gymnastics since she was seven, mainly because her clumsiness had been turning into a bit of a problem. (Parents start to get worried when their child’s having genuine physical difficulty in not hurting themselves. They thought gymnastics would help her learn balance, and also allow her to burn off some of her natural childlike energy.) By the age of eleven, Marinette is the best in her class, and is thinking about entering competitions.

• Adrien is Marinette’s childhood best friend. Along with gymnastics, Marinette also started taking ballet, which is where the two met. Adrien was taking ballet because both his parents had taken it, and also because he thought it would be fun. Since he’d been taking it longer than Marinette, he helped her out in class, and the two have been inseparable ever since.

• Adrien helped Marinette build a website to help get her name out there when they were eleven. They took videos of her doing a couple moves, and added a contact number. Unfortunately, (or, rather fortunately, actually,) Marinette’s number is very similar to a number for a group of agents who do pretty dangerous, life-saving jobs.

• Marinette’s first call is from a man requesting for help at a rather big bank in Paris, not far from her house. Being eleven, she doesn’t really understand that this is probably something she should inform the police, rather than handle herself. So, she and Adrien (who she sneaks out of his house) rush over, and save the day themselves.

• Adrien had videotaped the impressive gymnastics Marinette had pulled off in order to safely get through the security lasers and shut them off. After that video was posted, she started getting calls on a much more regular basis, all from people in need of help. It wasn’t the sort of attention she was looking for when making the website, but she can’t deny she doesn’t love her new job.

The Present

• By the ages of 16, Marinette and Adrien have travelled all over the world, gaining favors from a bunch of grateful individuals, and are pretty dang famous. They aren’t necessarily given special privileges at school, but if things are urgent, then they’re allowed to leave and makeup missing work online.

• Adrien is still a model, still plays piano, still takes Chinese, and still does a lot of different sports. On his own, he’s actually pretty famous. However, in this world, it’s pretty much impossible for him to display the ‘perfect, gentlemanly son’ persona when most of the world has seen videos of him screaming at the top of his lungs, running around in his underwear because somehow his pants got pulled off again. Yeah, he’s a straight A student with the classic, rich people training, but he’s still an utter dork and everyone knows it.

• Marinette, while still taking gymnastics, has lost interest in making it a life career when she already sort of does it already. She’s picked up other interests, one of them being fashion design when Adrien had introduced her to what goes on behind the scenes in his workplace. She’s good at designing stylish, yet very practical outfits, and made uniforms for herself and Adrien for their ‘side jobs’ as agents-for-hire.

• While Adrien isn’t necessarily incompetent, he’s more of the ‘do first, think later’ type of guy when it comes to their dynamic, which often leaves Marinette to do the planning and problem-solving. At this point, it’s kind of abundantly obvious that, while Adrien is academically more profound, Marinette is vastly more analytical, and probably has a ridiculously high IQ if they ever bothered to check.

• There isn’t a main villain. Papillion doesn’t exist because Gabriel is completely aware of what his son is doing, still has his darling wife, and has literally no reason to waste his money on illegal activities. He’s a big name in the fashion world, it’s not like he’s looking for world domination or something stupid like that.

• (I’m sure you’re wondering why the fuck Gabriel Agreste would let his only son go off on dangerous adventures like that on a daily. Well, he didn’t at first, but over time Marinette proved to be a more effective bodyguard than Adrien’s actual bodyguard, so he became more chill. Also, Adrien’s the face of his company, and with all the brave and daring things he’s done alongside Marinette, his popularity ratings are through the roof. Son has fun, is well-taken care of, still performs exceptionally in all his extracurriculars, and does well by the family business? It’s a win-win on all sides.)

• I would make Lila Shego, except Shego is an actually likeable villain who’s genuinely smart, badass, and fun to watch. So, idk who Shego is, definitely not any of the catty girl rivals Marinette has to put up with, but you can’t have a Kim Possible AU without Shego, so she’s definitely in there.

• Max is probably Wade. Honestly makes the most sense, but here’s a suggestion: Max and Kim are the ones who contact Marinette when she has a mission. Max is great with numbers, technology, etc, but Kim’s expertise in completely random shit like sports, terrain, and necessary gear needed for specific situations makes him a valuable asset to the team.

• We all know who Chloé is going to be, I don’t even need to say it but I will anyways. Say hello to our Bonnie, everyone. She was probably in that ballet class with Marinette and Adrien too, years ago.

• While Tom Dupain is still a baker, in this AU Sabine Cheng went on to pursue her dream as a literal rocket scientist, and succeeded. So, Sabine is basically Dr. James Timothy Possible.

• Adrien has a hairless cat named Plagg. His father is allergic to fur, and Adrien’s allergic to feathers, so he was sort of limited to pets like fish or lizards, neither of which he really wanted. He found Plagg outside gorging himself on camembert by a dumpster. Having been previously a street cat, Plagg’s growth was stunted, so he stayed pretty small.

• Luka is obviously Josh Mankey. Marinette and Luka date for a while, but eventually break up on mutual terms due to him not being able to handle some of the dangerous things that pop up in her life often. While he doesn’t panic when things go south, he’s not really physically equipped to protect himself... He’s a musician, not a fighter.

• Listen, y’all can fight me, Marinette’s longest relationship before finally getting together with Adrien is going to be with Kagami. Kagami handles the dangerous things that go on in Marinette’s life perfectly well, and they date for several months. Eventually, they do break up, but still remain good friends. (This is the period in which Adrien realises he’s jealous of Kagami, and has feelings for Marinette.)

Get Together

• For those of you who haven’t watched Kim Possible, (and honestly what the hell are you even doing with your life if you haven’t,) Kim and Ron get together at a school dance (prom, but I don’t think prom exists in France,) and share a slow dance with each other. Uhhh so basically think Despair Bear, except Adrien and Marinette are wearing fancy clothes, just got together, and share a kiss in the end.

• Marinette had recently broken up with Kagami before the dance, and is a little upset over not having a date when she already made herself a dress. Adrien is dealing with his realisation that he likes Marinette romantically, but keeps quiet about it and gives her a shoulder to cry on because she’s hurt, and he’s not going to take advantage of that. He suggests they go to the dance together as friends.

• Kagami is there, and Adrien confronts her as to why she had broken up with the most amazing girl in Paris. She tells him that she came to the conclusion that, though she loved Marinette with all her heart, Marinette clearly had someone else as her #1. Kagami was sick of having to compete for that position when the other person didn’t even need to try. Adrien is left baffled by this.

• Marinette overhears this as she’s walking over to ask Adrien for a dance. Kagami looked past Adrien’s shoulder, directly into Marinette’s eyes, and smiled knowingly. Then she walked away, sipping at her drink.

• Adrien turns around, pretty green eyes latching onto hers, and Marinette immediately understands what Kagami had meant. A slow song comes on, and she asks him to dance. Things fall in place from there.

• (Of course, after they’ve kissed and become a couple, some dumb villain is going to inevitably crash the party and try to kill Marinette, as usual, but they deal with it like they always do.)

Alright that’s the end! This was an almost completed draft of mine I had, and since I’ve been lacking on content recently, I thought I’d quickly polish this up a bit and post it. I also have some other completed things I could polish up on, but eh, don’t feel like it right now. Enjoy!

(And maybe tell me how you’d imagine your favourite KP episode would go with Marinette and Adrien as the protagonists instead!)

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