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butterfliesinthenightsky · 3 years

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hi sweetheart !! may i please req an ateez and bts personality ship ?? my description was SUPER long (I GOT CARRIED AWAY </3) so you can cut my request at the personality part when posting my ship! tysm in advance <3

I’m an ‘03 liner that’s 5’9.5 (basically 5’10) with dark skin, jet black hair (currently in long twists rn!!), and i’m on the curvier side (esp hips and my thighs) !! some of my favorite features are my plump lips (and i have a beauty mark near the inside of my bottom lip!), my long legs (they’re 40.5 inches long and look so good in dresses and skirts <33), my kempt and pretty fingernails, and my eyelashes !!! i’m a virgo (and surprisingly i get along with all the signs, i cant think of a sole zodiac sign i DONT mix well with but i love cancers and virgos <33) ! i’m also an ambivert all the way! i often come off as cold/shy/quiet when meeting new people (one of my closest friends avoided me for a month before meeting me because i looked so intimidating LMAO), but once you get close to me i turn into a goofy (heavy on the goofy im never not laughing) bundle of warmth and love: i will never stop texting them the <3 emoji every morning or buying my friends/s/o their favorite starbucks order when they need a little cheer-me-up. also, lots of people say i’m mature and carry myself well, but around my friends i’m one of the most goofiest people ever (probably bc my face will literally be 😐 one sec and then 🥰 the next second when someone makes me laugh <3)

tysm in advance!!! Have an amazing day/afternoon/evening!

@anpanseok DARLING! I hope you love your ship <3 I'm actually really proud of this one, you'll have to let me know what you think! <3

In ATEEZ, I ship you with one and only demon San!

(I thought you'd like that gif ;) )

Okay, when you were describing all of the things that you would want in the relationship, I thought of San due to how clingy and affectionate he is with the other members of ATEEZ. He is a Cancer, which is good because that is one of the star signs that are compatible with yours. I don't believe that the age difference of four years would be that much of an issue, especially since San acts younger than he is most of the time anyway. I feel like most men are intimidated when their female significant other is tall themselves, but he is tall himself and I feel like the fact that you are taller is kind of one of his favorite things about you? One of his other favorite things about you are your curves, he always puts his hand on your thighs during movie night at the boys' dorm or in the back pocket of your jeans when you two are walking into KQ Entertainment together. When you wear dresses when all of you go out to fancy dinners together, he has to hold himself back because he ADORES you when you wear dresses! You said you're am ambivert, I feel like he relates to that in some form of way, like I feel like there are certain situations where he feels a bit more introverted about. Sometimes Hongjoong has to scold him because he texts you so much, but he can't stay mad at you when you pop into the building with their favorite Starbucks drinks and hand-made lunch boxes for them. Just as you always support his creative endeavors, he always returns it for you tenfold and when you are talking about issues you care deeply about, he gives you his full attention and stares at you lovingly. Not just San, but all of the boys, come to you whenever they are dealing with stress and they just want someone to talk to because you are so amazing at giving advice and supporting them. There was a time when a sasaeng approached you, San, Wooyoung and Jongho when you were doing some late night grocery shopping when another ATINY stopped her, causing an argument and nasty words to be exchanged. Let's just say, you shut that sasaeng down REAL quick when you heard some of the things she said. One day you woke up and found a present that San made for you, a mixtape of all of your favorite songs from all your favorite genres of music, along with a little keychain that had tokens of all of the states you had visited. He wholeheartedly loves you and he makes every effort to support all of your dreams. When he has days off from work, the two of you make a blanket fort in your living room and watch old episodes of Forensic Files and Law & Order: SVU, whilst surrounded by fluffy blankets and a couple of his favorite plushies. His life an idol doesn't afford him much down time, unfortunately, but he always makes time for you and you always have the craziest adventures with not only each other, but all of the other boys as well. Squishy San will want all of the cuddles, have you SEEN how affectionate he is with the other members?! Also, him in all black outfits.... YES, PLEASE AND THANK YOU. One day he was visiting your apartment and he surprised you with matching beaded pearl bracelets and he never takes it off, not even for performances. The boys don't really think nothing of walking into the bathroom to brush their teeth whilst one of the others is showering, that just comes with their busy schedules and their dorm life. Let's just say this: Mingi wasn't able to look you in the eyes for two weeks because he did just that, not realize that you had snuck in and stayed the night, and were currently going to the bathroom whilst San was in the shower. Your camera roll is not only filled with silly pictures of San that you've captured, but of the most magazine worthy, model pictures you have ever been lucky enough to take. He accepts you for all of your flaws, and helps you to try to work on them, however that may be and you do the same for him.

In summary: You both are simps for each other and I AM HERE FOR IT.

In BTS, I ship you with Namjoon!

Another tall boy for you, I got you! You both are Virgos, but I looked it up worried that two Virgos would clash, and it said that they would be very intuitive with each other and would understand each other! The age gap is quite large, I don't know how okay you are with that? I know everyone has different preferences. He approached you first when he saw you at the mom & pop coffee shop/cafe around the corner from your apartment, and he thought you were the most beautiful person he had ever seen. Another man who I don't think would be bothered by your curves (men can be shallow dicks), I think that is his favorite thing (same as San) about you. Not even in a sexual way, I feel like his hands would always end up on your butt without him even noticing. Most of the time, one of the other boys will point it out when all of you are hanging out together, and he will be proud that he has a significant other like you, but he almost might become a shy mess about it I feel like. I feel like he can get jealous, just because you are closest to Jungkook in the group and you often pull pranks on the other members together. There is never a shortage of laughs when all of you are together, pure crackhead energy if I've ever seen it, just non stop jokes and banter between all of you. You were able to get time off from work and were actually able to join them (their managers were surprisingly chill about you tagging along? CONFUSION?) on their tour around Europe and you had so many memories. You actually brought along a Polaroid camera that you found in a little store one day when the two of you were shopping, and you ended up having to buy an extra suitcase on the trip because you took LITERAL hundreds of pictures of all of your adventures and the tour shenanigans. He has childish tendencies, I feel like he would love to play Roblox with you? I feel like he would take a very mathematical approach to building things, that's just the vibe I get from him. He often stares at you when you're doing your makeup in the morning, he finds it fascinating and he even asked you to do his makeup for some of his shows. His makeup artists weren't angry, luckily, all of their staffs absolutely adore you two together. He is all up for adventures, I feel like he would chicken out at the idea of skydiving, though lol. You keep stealing his sweaters, which he low-key highkey is SO happy about because he loves the way that you look in them. The size difference is only three or four inches (I've seen people say he's 6 feet, but then others say he's 6 foot 2, WHICH IS IT?!), so it's pretty easy to sneak kisses from him whenever you want them when you're together. If he sees you struggling to stay awake whilst studying, he'll softly close your book and drag you over to your bed for a couple hours so you can take a quick nap to regain the energy. I don't really know his temperament that well, he has to be rather even-tempered to deal with those hooligans he calls the rest of BTS, so I feel like you wouldn't have that many fights. You both are always striving to help each other to be the best versions of each other you can be. You joined the boys on vacation at a lake house and one night you were having dinner and he blushed after you said something cheeky to him, causing you to say to him, "You look like a cute tomato when you blush, my cutie pie." in front of the other members. Needless to say, he turned even more red and the boys teased him mercilessly for the rest of the night. Don't know how the cooking would go (this boy is a DISASTER in the kitchen), but you would have fun learning new dishes. He would brag about getting a dish right, and you quickly praise him but also say, " and that's why you a big ass head.", causing him to die laughing. He is the very definition of a hard worker, and I feel like he would love being praised and doing the same for his significant other, so I'm glad that you said that you liked the words of affirmation love language, because GET READY. He's definitely been buffing up (I SCREAM WHENEVER I SEE PICTURES OF HIM NOWADAYS), so

his hugs would always be the best things, so warm and comforting. Don't know how you feel about children? We've all seen that VLive where this idiot literally bought baby shoes because he thought they were cute, so I think he would definitely want children down the road in your relationship if you were both comfortable with it. Best father and husband award goes to him.

In conclusion: SIMP. SIMP. SIMP. SIMP. SIMPPPPPPPPPPPP.

#kpop ships #kpop submission #ateez #bts #choi san #kim namjoon #submission

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theresnosuchthingasmonsters · 4 years

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(Prompt: “I’m going to take care of you, okay?” with John and Ainsley, sent in by @silvershewolf247)

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Daddy once told her that there was no such thing as monsters. But that wasn't true. He had been one of them the whole time. Daddy had also told her that if monsters did exist, they would never come hurt her. They wouldn’t dare. Now, she understood why he’d said that. Because daddy had been the monster that the other monsters had nightmares about. Either that, or he had been their king, and they had obeyed him without question.

But with their king gone, she knew it wouldn’t take long for the other monsters to come.

And the monsters did come.

Ainsley could hear every little bump they made in the night. They were not the distant, dampered sounds of her brother getting a midnight snack from the kitchen below, nor the sounds of her parents going to --or returning from-- late night galas or hospital shifts. No, the sounds she heard were the sounds of softly thunking rubber-soled boots. The kind with a deeply-defined waffle pattern on the bottom. The kind that were always some shade of deerskin brown. The kind that smelled good in the stores, at least when they were virgin boots that had never touched the earth which they were meant to grind under their heels.

That night, Ainsley slipped out of bed and wandered downstairs.

She was exhausted of being scared, and she was exhausted of feeling grief and confusion. She was so emotionally worn out that her fear had ebbed into a numbness that consumed her. She felt too hollow to care about her self preservation. She only wanted to sleep, but she couldn’t sleep when those monsters were downstairs, making their distant, gentle, thunk, thunk, thunking noises.

She chose to haul along the biggest and supposedly scariest of her stuffed animals; the one that would keep her the safest in daddy’s absence because it was the most like him. Her biggest, fuzziest brown bear --the one with little white felt teeth that looked like they belonged in the mouth of a stuffed shark.

The girl stood in the hallway, wondering if she should wake Malcolm or mommy and inform them of the monsters downstairs so they could handle the situation. The thought caused her guilt. She knew they both had had trouble sleeping lately, too. She felt that she herself had to be the one to deal with the monsters that night. She had to be strong, like her parents had always told her to be. Strong, and brave, like Malcolm always seemed to be.

She took her time down the stairs, sliding one hand along the banister in the dark. She silently waddled towards the main floor of the large house with big, slow, careful steps as she imprisoned her bear against her chest in a one-armed hold. She was careful not to trip on his dangling paws.

Ainsley stopped on the stairs as the kitchen came into view, deep and black and cavernous. A shadow shifted, spotting her, and as the child’s eyes slowly adjusted to the night, she saw that it was not a monster. It was a man.

They didn't speak. They both remained very still, and simply stared at each other. The child didn't scream. She wasn’t scared. She was only numb, and tired.

She couldn’t see the man’s face; only his frame. He was outlined in a vague silhouette, backed by a hue of the kitchen that was more blue than black. She noticed that he had a beard and wild hair like daddy’s before it was combed. But he was not daddy. Even in the dark, and even while relying on sleep-deprived eyes, she could tell that he was someone else. Someone new. Yet someone just similar enough to her father that it made her think of him, and wish it was him.

Her lifeless expression animated only enough to distort with homesickness, and she saw the stranger in her kitchen as little more than a ghost. Not a monster. A ghost of her father. A shadow that he’d left behind. A part of him that the light did not touch. A part of him that had never revealed itself, until now.

A part of him she’d never met before.

At the time, Ainsley didn’t understand that human beings could be monsters, sometimes. She didn’t understand why they called her father one, even though he didn’t look like or act like one. She would later learn that her father was a monster, on the inside, and that this visitor was also a monster, on the inside. Just not the kind of monster that was born from cluttered closets or crept beneath the floorboards.

Except, in this man’s case... maybe he was that kind of monster, too.

“Who are you?” she mumbled, breaking their brief silence.

The man didn’t answer her at first, frozen with caution. He split his attention between the child, the higher reaches of the staircase, and the nearby door leading to the basement. With a whispered rasp, he replied, “A friend.”

“What are you doing in our house?” the girl mumbled with innocent, lethargic curiosity.

The man hesitated again. “I’m… picking up a few things,” he explained carefully. “For your dad. That’s all.” His voice possessed a rugged, grinding quality, like gravel, but was also somehow smooth, like silt.

He was daddy’s friend. Ainsley processed that for a moment, removing her hand from the banister to hug her stuffed bear with both arms. “Don’t come upstairs,” she told him. Her despondent demand was a simple one.

He would obey it, on one condition. “Don’t tell anyone I’m here.” As he made his negotiation, he tilted his head and his voice lightened --like how daddy’s head tilted and like how daddy’s voice lightened when he gently told her not to let her mother know he’d allowed her to have a cookie before dinner. “Okay? It’s a secret.”

Ainsley’s baby cheeks shifted as she struggled to swallow around a small lump that gradually welled in her throat.

“Your mom would be pretty mad if she knew I was here,” the man warned, taking a slow step closer. His boot gently thunked, once.

The six-year-old promised him nothing. She looked at his hanging hands, seeing that they were empty. “What are you picking up for dad?” she asked. Was the man lying, or was he having trouble finding whatever it was that daddy wanted him to pick up?

“Just… some papers,” the man shrugged, taking another step with a gentle thunk of his boot. “Whatever the cops didn’t take.”

“Mommy burned everything.”

The man ceased his stalking. “What?”

“She burned everything the cops didn’t take,” Ainsley muttered with a pout. All of daddy’s clothes, and all of daddy’s books, and all his little trinkets, and all of the sketches and comic strips that he’d drawn for her.

“Oh.” The man visibly relaxed. A lot. “Well. Good.”

A distant confusion crossed the girl’s face. Why was that good?

The man became much more interested in the basement door than the stairs, and he stepped towards it with a few more quiet thunks of his boots. This time, he moved without caution, but perhaps instead with haste. “I’ll be going, then.”

“Will you tell daddy I said hi?”

He stopped and glanced back. “Yeah. Sure.” He continued for the basement door, reaching out to pull it open.

Feeling a flash of panic --the first thing she’d felt since the numbness began-- Ainsley hurried down the last few stairs to the main floor and spoke up again. However, her voice quivered, and she hugged her bear tighter to try and stabilize her emotions. “And --will you tell daddy I’m not mad at him?”

The man hovered in the open doorway to the basement and looked at the child again.

Ainsley felt the lump in her throat swelling to its full size, and her eyes were already beading with moisture. “Will you tell daddy --I --miss him?” She grimaced and strangled the stuffed bear in her embrace, inhaling sharply through her words as the sobs came. “And --and that I want him to come --h-home?”

The man stared at her from the shadows as she succumbed to tears.

A rather loud hiccup of sorrow spurred him to rush over to the girl, glancing at the staircase as he hushed, “Heyhey shhhh, shh shh,” with his arms outstretched, aiming to grab her shoulders. She thought about burying her face in the fur of her bear to hide her crying, but as he descended to his knees in front of her, she found herself lunging forward and darting straight past his hands to bury her face in the fabric over his shoulder.

He didn’t really know how to react or respond, but he kept his focus on the stairs and placed a hand on the back of her head to keep her face pressed against his collar and muffle her crying. “Shhh, shhh.”

The man was wearing a sweater, but not the winter kind that were thick and wooly like daddy’s favorite sweaters. This man’s sweater was more of an autumn one. Light, and simple. Akin to what a man might wear as a pajama top. It had tiny weaves that were tightly-knitted and canvas-like. Hugging him didn’t feel like hugging daddy. His shoulders had less surface area to rest her head against, and his body was more firm than squishy. But he was still big and tough and warm and produced the faded scent of a forest.

His shushes worked, and she sniffled into a calmer state of crying.

She peeled away from the puddle she’d created on his shoulder to wipe her eyes. Between each pass of her balled fist, she saw his face. She studied the tangle of the soft, wiry hairs in his beard and the slight squint of his eyes, which were only just starting to grow crow’s feet.

“It’s alright.” The man held her shoulders tightly and nodded with a small murmur, “I’m gonna take care of you, okay?” He rubbed her whole back with a strong hand that could push her right over if he applied any more force. It was soothing to her, like a deep massage. “You want some water or somethin’?”

Ainsley shook her head and wrestled around the lump in her throat to mutter, “I want cocoa.”

“Cocoa, huh?”

She nodded.

He glanced up to the second floor again before standing. “Okay. Alright. Come here.” He guided her to a spot in the kitchen, continuing to speak hushed words to her between throwing cautious looks behind his back. “You stay right there, and you hold onto your bear, and I’ll get you some cocoa.” He glanced at all the cupboards and did a double take at the knife block before scratching a hand through his loose, wavy hair.

Ainsley pointed out which cupboard had the cocoa powder. The man quietly and carefully fetched it, and a mug, and shoveled a couple spoonfuls of powder into the mug before moving towards the refrigerator. The child would have told him that he was doing it wrong (you always boil the milk first, then add the powder) but she forgave him for not doing it right, like how daddy did.

A broad, harsh ray of light poured over the man with a nearly holy-like nature as he opened the door of the fridge. He knelt behind it as cover, fetching the milk and making as little noise as possible. Behind the door of the fridge, he slipped his hand in his pocket and pulled out a special ingredient to add to the concoction.

Ainsley climbed onto a stool at the counter, slightly scraping it against the floor as she did so. It startled the man, and he shushed her again. She sat her bear on her lap and watched him stir the cocoa with a coffee stick. “Is daddy okay?” she whispered, hugging her bear tight.

“Yeah, he’s fine,” the man muttered without interest or concern, quietly placing the mug of half-mixed, cold cocoa in front of her. He kept looking up at the stairs between watching her. “Drink up.”

She used both hands to hold the mug as she drank from it, and tried not to feel too disheartened that the beverage wasn’t warm and creamy like the kind daddy always made. “Is he sad?” she asked with a chocolate mustache.

The man didn’t tell her ‘no,’ so the answer was clearly, ‘yes.’ But he wasn't sorry about it. “It’s his own fuckin’ fault he’s in prison,” he grumbled, explaining, “He wasn't careful, and he didn’t listen.”

Ainsley whispered between two more large sips. “That’s a bad word.”

The man kept his mouth shut and didn’t say any more bad --or worse-- words.

She wasn’t incredibly enthusiastic about drinking the rest of the subpar cocoa, and when she pushed the mug back towards him and told him that she was done, he took it and dumped the rest in the sink without scolding her for failing to finish it. She didn’t have to finish it. She’d consumed enough.

“Now, go back up to bed,” he instructed, pointing to send her away. “Hurry, before you fall asleep.”

Looking forward to being able to sleep again, she clumsily made her way down the stool and back toward the stairs. Partway there, she realized she’d dropped her bear, and turned back for it. The man had already scooped it up and was carrying it over to her, still cautious of the stairs as he drew closer to them. “Go on, get up there.”

She took her bear from his hands and hugged it tightly before waddling up the stairs one step at a time, holding onto the banister again. He didn’t follow her. He gravitated towards the basement door. When she was halfway up the stairs, she turned around and asked, “Are you going to come back?”

Her voice made him stop again, but he struggled to decide how to answer her.

“Please?” she whispered. Her look reminded him that he had vowed to take care of her.

“Yeah. I’ll be back,” he promised. “Go to bed.”

The girl continued up the stairs, her steps more sluggish. As Ainsley went in her room and climbed into her bed, she heard the steady thunk, thunk, thunk of his distant boots in the rooms below her. The sounds gradually faded away, and she easily slipped into a deep, peaceful, sedative sleep, no longer afraid of any monsters that may come for her in the night.

The monsters would not come.

They wouldn’t dare.

Daddy had sent a guardian angel to keep her safe and to take care of her in his absence.

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yorulun · 7 years

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2017 Prompts Challenge

Rules: Send me a prompt listed below along with a Stiles-centric ship or you can go platonic with Stiles & character(s). I will write a short ficlet (trying for under 1k) and post it when it’s done.

If you have rating restrictions, please add that to the prompt. The Prompts are below the Keep Reading because it’s a nice long list for 2017! You’re welcome to submit more than one prompt, but please put them in separate asks.

Prompts

“I thought you knew.”

“This was the best day ever.”

“I can’t believe you’re back here.”

“Of course I’m right, I’m always right.”

“But that’s my favorite shirt!”

“We can, you know, go together if that’s a thing you’d like.”

“I’m not sorry, this isn’t an apology, I’m just being nice so you shut up!”

“Use your words.”

“Hold my hand so he gets jealous.

“Ssh. Stop fussing. I’m just braiding your hair.”

“You smell really nice.”

“Would it be all right if I borrowed your sweater? It smells like you.”

“I might have slept with your shirt when you were gone.”

“You are my new pillow.”

“Mind if I join you?”

“You’re lucky you’re cute…”

“Star-gazing was a good idea.”

“If we get arrested, it’s your fault.”

“All I know is, one of us is right, the other is you.”

“How long have you been standing there?”

“You look beautiful/handsome in the moonlight.”

“I’ll always be here for you.”

“How about something warm? It will will help you sleep.”

“It’s okay. I couldn’t sleep anyway.”

“It is not morning yet.”

“…or we can chill in our underwear.”

“How about a kiss?”

“I was just kind of hoping that you’d, y’know…fall in love with me.”

“Trust me.”

“I just got out of the shower, I can’t dance. What if my towel falls off?”

“Don’t be an asshole. Asshole.”

“Scoot over a little bit, please.”

“You’re so clingy, I love it.”

“You didn’t just wake me up at 2am because you were ‘in the mood’.”

“And when did you plan on telling me about this?”

“There’s a surprise upstairs for you.”

“I’ll take care of it.”

“I’m not your boss? Well then who is?”

“Come over here and make me.”

“I’ll kick his ass if you want me to.”

“I love your hugs.”

“You’re going out dressed like that?”

“You’re jealous, aren’t you?”

“Stay the night. Please.”

“Just pretend to be my date”.

“It’s you, it’s always been you.”

Don’t talk anymore.”

“Oh, did I scare you, big boy?”

“Happy new year!”

“Don’t touch me. We’re fighting.”

“I’ll give you a massage.”

“Quit moving, I’m trying to sleep. Wait…are you…what?!”

“What about a compromise? I’ll kill them first, and if it turns out they were friendly, I’ll apologize.”

“i’m here for my daily fix of hugs and kisses.”

“i don’t wanna get up– you’re comfy.”

“i’m cold. come closer.”

“i love you a lot, but please stop trying to cook me dinner, you suck.”

"may i have this dance?”

“i can’t stop thinking about you.”

“That wasn’t very subtle.”

“a fairytale with a happy ending always brings a smile to my face.”

“sometimes i just can’t control myself when around you.”

“do you believe in love at first sight?”

“i have never felt this way about anyone.”

“can i kiss you?”

“It’s just you and me tonight. I was thinking we could have a little fun.”

“You’re not as quiet as you think you are.”

“can we just watch a movie and fall asleep on the couch?”

“you can put your cold feet on me.”

“my parents are coming over in 10 minutes so please put some clothes on”

“You look pretty hot in plaid.”

“my ex just invited me to their wedding and i need you to be my date so it doesn’t look like i’ve spent the last few years failing to get over them.”

“we accidentally got married in vegas oops”

“You know you want it, sweetheart.”

“this is probably a bad time, but marry me?“

"we’ve become the clingy newlyweds you always complained about. ”

“i know we had a big fight but we still need to decorate the house for the holidays.”

“you had a business trip and i missed you so much that i kind of tore up the house in your absence like a dog with separation anxiety… sorry?”

“It’s not that you’re wrong, exactly, you’re just extremely not right.”

“Those things you said yesterday… Did you mean them?”

“Could I sit here? All the other tables are full.”

“Are you meeting someone here? Because.. I think I’m that person.”

“I recognize that you have reached a decision, but given that it is a stupid ass decision I have elected to ignore it”

“There’s been some real friction in our friend group lately. I suggest an orgy to save our friendships.”

“It’s not a double date, we’re just third and fourth wheeling.”

“Shooting star, make a wish.”

“They always make shower sex sound so appealing, but honestly, this is getting dangerous.”

“Wow, you’re hot.”

“Hey, I’m open minded.”

“I’m gonna be honest with you. I’m really horny, and you’re really hot. Can we fuck? Like, now?”

“I saw that. You just checked me out.”

“You know, when this is over, we should really have angry sex.”

“Take off your clothes.”

“Boobs are really just squishy pillows.”

“You’ve been pouting ever since I went out on that date, what’s up?”

“Your lips are getting really close to mine.”

“I’m not jealous, but, like, come on, movie night is just for me and you only.”

“I dare you to kiss me.”

Do I stand a chance?

“I just kissed your forehead, chill.”

“Shit, how’d you make me blush like this?”

“Are you trying to turn me on?”

Show me how you like it.

I miss your morning kisses.

“Stop with the tongue thing, it’s strangely attractive.”

“I keep telling them we’re not dating, but they keep telling me friends don’t normally make out when drunk.”

“No, I don’t know how I got a boner, It just kind of happened! It’s because of how you were eating that ice cream, I bet!”

“I accidentally called you my girlfriend/boyfriend today.”

“I kissed you because we were drunk.”

“I kissed you because I didn’t know what else to do.”

“I had this dream where you kissed me, and I kind of want to try it now.”

“I say this a lot, but, look, they’re not good enough for you.”

“I was listening to that love song, and you came to mind. Weird, right?”

“I could get used to waking up next to you, actually.”

“Sometimes i feel like i wanna make out with you is that a friend thing to do?”

“Is there a reason you’re naked in my bed?”

“I just like proving you wrong.”

“Explain it to me again - why do we need to pretend to be married?”

“If you keep looking at me like that we won’t make it to a bed.”

“You heard me. Take. It. Off.”

“Have I entered an alternate universe or did you really just crack a smile for me?”

“I don’t hate you. I could never hate you. That’s the problem.”

“I’d die for you. Of course, I’d haunt you in the afterlife but really, it’s the thought that counts.”

“Tell me to go and I will, but if you ask me to stay I’ll never leave you again.”

“We shouldn’t be doing this.”

“For the hundredth time, I’m not your babysitter.”

“I’m going for a swim. Do you wanna join me?”

“It’s always been you.”

“I bet I can make you scream my name.”

“There’s no going back if we do this.”

Hot, Steamy kiss

Cheek Kiss

Nose Kiss

Forehead Kiss

Gentle Peck

Firm Kiss

Romantic Kiss

Jawline Kiss

Neck Kiss

Collarbone Kiss

Stomach Kiss

Kiss Along the Hips

“You. Me. Movie marathon. Get all the snacks you can carry.”

Kiss in the Rain

Foreceful Kiss

First Kiss

Passionate Kiss

And then there’s tongue

The most intimate kiss of all aka cunninglingus

Finding the other wearing their clothes

Holding hands

Falling asleep together

Sharing a bed

Reading a book together

Caring for each other while ill

Slow dancing

you’re my neighbor, but the UPS guy keeps delivering your packages to me and wow, you buy a lot of sex toys

i’m the super macho, stereotypical top type of person, but i actually love bottoming and i’m not sure how to tell you that (particularly because you seem to be really enthusiastic about bottoming yourself), but oh look, you’ve found my extensive collection of butt plugs

the guy at the sex store told me that my new dildo was dishwasher safe and you’re my poor, traumatized roommate

for some reason i thought it would be fun to wear a wireless vibrator in public, but now i’ve lost the remote (option a. i know we don’t know each other well, but please help me find it before someone else does! or b. you’ve found it and are trying to figure out what it does)

“They always make shower sex sound so appealing, but honestly, this is getting dangerous.”

“Sorry, I can’t. I’m on my period.”

“Why do they make this look so easy in all those porn movies?! This hurts like fuck!”

“This isn’t going to work out, is it? Do you maybe want to do something else? Watch a movie? Anything?”

“I think it’s not wet enough.”

“Ow, why do you keep doing that?! I said ‘no teeth’!”

“I know we’re kind of busy, but I actually need to pee…”

“Oh, no, no, no! I’m definitely not into that.”

“Did something just happen? You’re not turned on anymore.”

“Shit sorry, am I going too fast?”

“Wait, I thought you were joking when you said you wanted to try this.”

“Wow okay, I don’t know whether that’ll fit.”

“Is it really hurting too much? Do you need me to stop?”

‘my new romance-obsessed friend asked me who my last date was with and i was too embarrassed to say i’ve never been on a date so i blurted your name and it turns out they know you’ au

‘i didn’t want to tell my friend who my real date last night was so i just pointed at a random stranger (you) but now they’re storming over to interrogate you and you’re playing along??? okay’ au

My boss thinks I’m married. Help me out for a weekend retreat?

Hi, I know it’s been ten years since we graduated high school and we haven’t seen each other, but do you remember how we got schoolyard married in third grade? Yeah. Me too.

I don’t know you, but you smell amazing and now I can’t stop smelling you, but now you’re looking at me like I’m some kind of freak.

I see you got stood up and I feel bad for you so let’s have a drink

You’ve got some chocolate on the side of your lip, but I’m not sure if I wanna tell you because you look so cute.

“‘Be nice to your seat partner. They might just be your future spouse!’ the teacher says, and you turn to me and wink. Are you even real??”

’Only supposed to have one tattoo, ends up with two [Soulmate Polyam]

being poly is nice but i literally accidentally scheduled two dates on the same night. i was honest about it and now the three of us are going on one single date. maybe i just ruined every sitcom

Person A has given up on love. Nope. Love is not for them. Forget that…. And then they meet person B and think; “Annnd this is the asshole who will ruin everything.”

Person A leaving thigh hickeys on person B.

“Do you want to come over and eat what my mom made?” “What’d she make?” “Me”

Your workout shirts are always bands/tv shows/movies/comic books I like, and would it be weird if I just came over and told you that?

I was so busy watching you do yoga that I fell off the treadmill and I think I might have seriously injured myself, ow.

I know it’s rude to stare in the locker room, but you walk around totally naked far more than necessary, and godDAMN.

My neighbour’s sibling got the wrong house number and barged into my apartment on accident.

My new neighbour is really hot and wow I didn’t even like women until now? And now she is in the garden planting flowers in her bikini wow… im in too deep

You’re sleeping on my best friend’s couch while your house is being renovated and you have really weird habits like attempting to sing opera in the shower and you keep eating all my Nutigrain

We bump into each other every Friday at the supermarket to buy the same ice-cream and maybe we should eat it together?

I went to museum to get some inspiration and then I saw you staring at one of the paintings in awe and wow you just noticed me drawing you and this is awkward

Bakery/Restaurant AU

Reality Show Competition AU

Actor AU

Blind date

You’ve always had this sexual fantasy and I’m going to help you make it come true.

You want to roleplay teacher/student sexy times, and I’m going to indulge you even if I’m not sure I’ll be into it like you are.

I’m a cop, and you want me to pull over so you can persuade me not to give you a ticket.

You’re my partner for this porn shoot and, damn, you’re hot

We hooked up randomly at a party once and it turns out you’re friends with my brother AU

Charity date auction AU

someone straddling the other while they’re “trying to read” and slowly getting them to put the book away

“you’re only allowed to sit there and watch until i tell you otherwise”

sex with clothes half on/panties still on

the pleasant misuse of ties

sleepy morning kisses that accidentally turn intense

Person A and B are being romantic (in any way) on the bed, and Person C is just sitting in the background going “can I have a turn now?”

“i’m horny and forever alone and my hot roommate keeps sexiling me to bang their equally hot sig other, but then one day i’m too tired to find somewhere else to stay for the night and don’t leave” au

“as your new bf/gf’s childhood friend, i object to your continued existence. you’re stupid and ugly and an asshole and you don’t deserve them AT ALL….what? jealous? me? get the fuck out bitch i will cUT YOU” au

“you’re a model and i’m a photographer who works on a lot of projects with you, but this is my first time shooting you with someone else and WOW you two have a lot of chemistry. …i’m a little jealous” au

I’m tired of being the third wheel friend in my best friends relationship because gosh darn it I want to go on cute dates with you too!

The power couple at school keeps making eyes at me and I can never figure out why.

A and B are teachers who work together try to seduce Teacher Aide C. C is just enjoying the free lunches but things get complicated when A and B actually start seeming dateable?

A high school AU for an OT3 where Person A walks into class all disheveled and when the teacher asks, they splutter out a “I was doing…things…” and someone comments “Yeah, Thing 1 and Thing 2.” and A gets all embarrassed. Bonus if the next day, B and C come to school wearing Thing 1 and Thing 2 shirts after hearing what happened from A which makes A that much more embarrassed

“i came to the gym to work out but holy god i can’t stop watching you do one armed push ups that’s so hot” au

“we’ve been nothing but friends for our whole lives but then we played seven minutes in heaven on a dare and now i think i might actually be in love with you” au

“i meant to text the contact one above you in my phone’s contact list for a booty call but i didn’t realize i hit your name until i sent it so now i’m just sitting here feeling those little three dots hardcore judging me” au

“you kissed me on the playground the day before you moved away in the 4th grade and now your dorm is right across the hall from mine” au

“a number i don’t know accidentally texted me an address for a party and i decided to go anyways because, what the hell? but it turns out this is your party and i’ve had a crush on you since the 6th grade” au

“we’ve been best friends for practically our whole lives but you’re a thousand times more popular than me so you dragged me to a big party and now we’re playing spin the bottle and you spin and it lands on me oh crap” au

“i used to pick on you in middle school and then we went to separate high schools but now you’re at my college and your hot as hell and really popular” au

we’ve been best friends for a long time and we got into that really deep conversation mode and i asked how you figured out you were gay/what made you gay and you told me i did

you think im ignoring you but sometimes its just hard to look at you because youre so pretty

I was sitting at lunch from my friend and you sat across me from me and you keep looking up at me and hold on, are you drawing me?

OTP is making out when person A farts loudly. Person B laughs so hard they cry while also trying to get person A to come out from under that blanket omg don’t be embarrassed it’s ok stop hiding your face that was p impressive ngl

you’re the lead role in my favourite show and I finally got cast as an extra but boy you’re super nice and - did you just invite me out for coffee?

I’m a young cop and you’re the punk kid who keeps breaking into my apartment to pet my dog. stop it. it’s not funny.

we’re at a friend’s wedding and we happen to be the few single ones without dance partners

you tutor my younger sibling and they have a really big crush on you but you’re really cute

you’re always inviting me to “study” with you but you know all the fucking answers already what is the point

i notice you’re sketching a lot on this bus holy shit is that me wtf

You’ve got a date tonight and you asked for advice on what to wear but I’m so in love with you and damn you look good in the outfit I picked out for you

I really like you but you’re my best friend’s ex

It’s my highschool reunion and I need a hot date so I can rub it in the faces of the people who hated me

“i’m a cab driver and you’re late to a business meeting and you are literally the most demanding pretentious piece of shit i’ve ever had the displeasure of driving but i also kind of want to fuck you in that suit” au

“we were both at this party and you were the designated driver but i was too drunk to give you my address so i woke up in your bed and commented on how you were way out of my league before realizing we didnt sleep together” au

General Guidelines: As usual, my goal is to write as many of these that inspire during 2017. If I don’t write your prompt, it’s nothing personal. I’m focusing on short/quick writing fills. Satisfaction isn’t guaranteed because you might not like what I end up writing for your prompt. In that case, I apologize in advance but prompts are used for inspiration & not strict instructions since I’m doing this for free & to have fun. If you’d like to prompt a ship not on my list, reach out & ask because I might be willing & just didn’t think about it when creating the list.

Universes:

Teen Wolf (Obviously)

Marvel Cinematic Universe (Mostly the Avengers)

Send me a prompt listed below along with a Stiles-centric ship or you can go platonic with Stiles & character(s)

Credits of the Prompts list and Guideline rules goes to @inell I copied hers.

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