he does want to have sex with her, but still he dodges the suggestion because he’s more worried about her body&health… how incredibly beautiful is that? he’s so tender and makes sure to take good care of her, even if he likes her suggestion, he would never do it knowing she’s weak or feeling sick 😭 💖
You guys … just take in for a moment just what a big deal Jen Cohn and Lucie Pohl doing that proposal is.
The VAs for Pharah and Mercy not only show support for the ship.
But they help their lgbt fans propose to one another, and support their marriage as well.
That’s absolutely amazing, and it means the world to someone like me, who had to go through a span of several years of being in denial of my sexual orientation, due to my disapproving family and the deep-seated and internalized homophobia I had as well.
So to show them showing support for their fans in that way means a lot, and I don’t think I can properly convey it through words.
We are truly blessed to have these two as the VAs for Pharah and Mercy, and we are truly blessed by the Overwatch VA cast.
I absolutely adore them so much, and they truly are wonderful human beings.
Hello~ Can I request phantom boys + Mishima reaction to their crush that loves cook give them their favorite type of cake that says "I love you. Would you be my boyfriend?", please? I really love your blog, darling, keep doing your best! ♡
sdhfgdj You’re as sweet as the cake in this prompt??? Like I’m gonna get a cavity??? Thank you for your encouragement and this adorable request!! I hope you like it!
Has it already been a year?
S/O had been friends with Akira long enough to determine that his favorite cake is tiramisu. god me too
It was Sunday when Akira invited S/O to Leblanc for their usual hangout; S/O had whipped up the dessert beforehand and they presented it to him in the privacy of his room.
His raven eyes scan the words written across the petite cake. S/O is waiting in suspense, but his neutral expression gave them no indication of what he was thinking.
Remaining expressionless, Akira reached into his back pocket and pulled out origami folded in the shape of a heart.
There was a message scribbled on it: ‘Will you accept me as your boyfriend?’
S/O nearly dropped the cake from their shock. “Y-you too…?”
Akira nodded solemnly. “Me too.” They gazed into each other’s eyes, even as he stepped right in front of S/O.
They could feel and hear his steady breathing. He placed his hand on their cheek and gently caressed it with his thumb, his eyes flickering between S/O’s lips and their eyes.
“You’ve kept me waiting, you know,” he breathed, his voice low and his lips inches from theirs. S/O wondered if his heart fluttered as much as theirs did.
His lips ever-so-slightly brushed theirs, but he opted to kiss their forehead instead, much to S/O’s chagrin.
“Why don’t we have some cake?” he asked.
“Fine,” S/O muttered.
Akira smirked knowingly. what a little
The two seated themselves adjacent to each other on the couch once Akira fetched some utensils.
He tried a bit of the cake.
“Is it good?”
“Hm… I can tell you put a lot of love into it, but there’s still something missing,” he replied inquisitively.
S/O became confused; they had followed their recipe perfectly, so there shouldn’t have been room for a mistake… right?
“What is it?” they asked.
Akira abruptly placed his lips upon theirs, and S/O wasn’t ready for him to break the kiss so soon.
“Perfect,” he whispered, his breath laden with the sweet aroma of the decadent dessert. His eyes were locked with S/O’s as he caressed their cheek once more, and they had the feeling that the word he uttered carried more emotion than they initially thought.
“Akira…” S/O said softly; they understood his sentiment.
“I really admire you, S/O. You’re like a breath of fresh air amidst the suffocation of my life. I promise that I will make you feel as important as you are to me…” His forehead gently touched theirs. “I won’t let this world take you, too. I love you.”
“Yeah,” S/O sniffled, snaking their arms around his neck. There was no doubt in their mind that he was special to them. “I love you, too.”
Ryuji was a challenge because he didn’t have too big of a sweet tooth; however, he wasn’t opposed to desserts, especially when S/O was the one that created them.
They knew he had a certain weakness for chocolate (he’d never admit it, though), so S/O ultimately decided on baking a simple chocolate torte with a light chocolate ganache.
Once the cake had been adorned with S/O’s message, they didn’t waste a moment further.
They invited Ryuji to their place, and he stated that he would be over shortly as he had no plans. which was a lie
S/O was giddy and anxious, causing them to pace around the living room until they heard a knock on the front door.
Why are you so nervous? He’s just a boy…
They inhaled deeply, and opened the door. When they did, he straightened up from his slouch and beamed at S/O.
“Hey, S/O! You opened the door pretty quick. Didja miss me that bad?” he teased.
“I can close it just as quickly,” they replied sweetly. The sight of him made their heartbeat accelerate.
“Nah, you ain’t gettin’ rid of me that easily after I came all the way here,” he said, inviting himself inside. S/O was unsure of whether they wanted to smack him or smooch him. maybe a bit of both
“So, what’s up? Somethin’ wrong?” Ryuji’s voice snapped S/O back to reality. He was cutely lounging on their couch.
“Um, yeah, I wanted you to try something I’ve been working on…”
“That’s it? Hell yeah, I’m game. Your stuff is freakin’ amazin’!”
S/O turned away so he couldn’t see them flush. “Thanks, I’ll go get it.”
They joined him on the couch as they presented him with the torte, and after reading the message, his face reddened as he stuttered.
“H-hah, um, yeah, that’s…” He nervously bit his lip.use your words, boi
“Ah, s-screw it!” he exclaimed, and he planted a firm kiss on S/O’s lips.
Their eyes widened and promptly closed, savoring the moment that they’ve been aching for.
Ryuji pulled away first, and his face somehow deepened in color upon the realization of what he just did. “Sh-shit, sorry, I’ve been, uh, wanting to do that for a while now cuz’ I think you’re pretty amazin’ and perfect, and, um, what I mean is-”
He took a deep breath. “I… love you. A lot. And I may not be charmin’ or hot or anythin’, and I can be a real pain in the ass sometimes, but I really care about you, and I want to be the kinda guy that makes you happy. So… yeah.“ Ryuji shyly rubbed the back of his head. “I wanna be your boyfriend.”
“…Thank god.” They couldn’t hinder themself any longer, and S/O closed the distance between them to plaster their lips onto his. He was surprised, but his arms slithered around their waist to bring them closer.
No, S/O thought as their kiss deepened. He’s not just a boy.
Ryuji was entirely too special to be limited by such simple words. amen
It had been about two years, and S/O had collaborated with Yusuke on many occasions to improve their eye for aesthetic; the presentation of food is just as important as its flavor, after all.
They spent enough time with their best friend to acknowledge his fondness for ice cream and exquisite treats.
As a result, S/O fashioned a luxurious fruit tart, and they used a small sheet of fondant to inscribe their confession upon.
They asked him if they could visit his dorm for the purpose of allowing him to taste-test their newest creation, and he accepted the request without delay. typical
S/O knocked on his door and a brief “come in” followed. When they stepped inside and shut the door, Yusuke greeted them with a soft smile.
“Ah, S/O! Welcome. It’s always a pleasure to see you.” His eyes flickered to the box they were holding. “I admit, I am eager to see what marvel you’ve created this time.”
S/O felt their consciousness slipping away; they were overcome with apprehension. “Y-yeah, I hope you like it. I had you in mind when I made it.”
His eyes widened and glimmered. “S/O…” The artist proceeded to chuckle. “Very well, I will not betray your expectations. I shall savor every delectable calorie of your creation.” HE’S SO CUTE ugh god i love him
S/O became slightly more pacified from his enthusiasm as they grinned and nodded. “I’m counting on you.”
Without further ado, they revealed their pastry to his hopeful eyes.
Yusuke wore a perplexed expression on his face. “S/O…”
They waited for him to speak again.
“The variety and the arrangement of the fruit are balanced beautifully, and the dollops of cream adorned around the border of the tart truly entice the viewer and draw the eyes in toward the magnificent burst of color…”
Clueless pretty boy
S/O smiled knowingly. “Yusuke, read the fondant.”
He snapped out of his seemingly endless musing. “Hm? Ah, yes, I was curious about that.”
His eyes surveyed the inscription, and S/O’s stomach was in knots from the suspense.
He then locked eyes with some and slowly blinked before he chuckled. “You spoil me with not one treat, but two.”
Yusuke glided over to S/O, determination etched on his porcelain face. He halted directly in front of them. “I accept,” he breathed, and he gently grasped S/O’s chin to place a delicate kiss upon their lips.
“It took a significant amount of strength to deter myself from doing this sooner,” he whispered into their lips. “I hope you will take responsibility for being so tempting…”
“Y-Yusuke…” S/O felt dizzy and they were positive that they were seeing stars.
He stroked their cheek. “I love you too, S/O. You’re divine in every aspect, and the mere thought of you consumes me and halts my brush. You managed to look past my… eccentricity, and even embrace it, as well as my other flaws. It would be my honor to stay by your side and do the same for you.”
S/O’s heart swelled, and they nodded. They knew their voice would quiver if they spoke.
The couple swayed together, and the dessert left on the table was completely forgotten as they gazed upon each other with adoration.
Mishima loves sweets, and he shamelessly asks S/O if they can continue baking for him.
Throughout the year of their friendship, S/O quickly discovered that his favorite cake was cheesecake, since it tasted delectable in any flavor. it’s completely true
So that is what S/O baked for him; they also provided sides and toppings for him to experiment with.
S/O invited him to come over to their place and join them for dessert.
As expected, he didn’t refuse. i wouldn’t either
Mishima arrived in no time; S/O hadn’t even finished mentally preparing themself yet.
They flinched when they heard the doorbell.
Stay calm. You can do this.
With a deep breath, S/O opened the door and invited their friend inside.
“Hey, S/O! Thanks for inviting me over,” he said happily, taking off his shoes and strolling inside.
They smiled. “You don’t have to thank me every time you come over.”
“I know, but I feel bad since I always end up crashing here,” he shyly confessed. “Anyway, what’s on the menu today? Knowing you, it’ll be amazing.”
S/O fidgeted. “You’ll see… I’ll go get it right now.”
They retrieved the box and reentered the living room. Mishima was standing in the center with his hands stuffed in his pockets, eagerly awaiting S/O’s return.
They couldn’t prevent the blush that crept upon their cheeks. He’s so cute…
He sniffed the air and whipped his head around to face S/O. “No way… is that… cheesecake?!” He hastily approached them with a serious look in his eye. “S/O, you’re the coolest person I’ve ever met.”
Mishima obeyed, and a crestfallen expression fell onto his face as he read the message. “Oh… I-I’m sorry, I just assumed…” He rubbed the back of his head in embarrassment. “Um, I’m sure he’ll love it.”
S/O was baffled. “What are you talking about?”
He shared their confused demeanor. “Aren’t you going to confess to someone?” why are cute boys so clueless smh
As realization rushed S/O, they cleared their throat. “Mishima… you’re the boy I’m c-confessing to.”
His face was practically on fire and his surprise nearly sent him backward. “Oh…! I, I, um…” He inhaled. “Yes! Please take me!”
In the heat of the moment, he clumsily planted his lips on S/O’s, and he backed away after a few seconds. “Uh, sorry! I-”
S/O pulled him back in for another kiss; this time was less sloppy.
“God,” he breathed, now holding S/O by their hips. “I had no idea you felt the same way I did. Talk about clueless…” Mishima shook his head. “Are you really okay with dating someone like me? I don’t really have any redeeming qualities, and I’m really weak… I can’t help but worry that you’ll miss out on someone better because of me.”
S/O cradled his face with their hands. “You’re wrong. I confessed to you because you’re so important to me, and you’re capable of changing the world. I know you’ve changed mine, and… if anyone is deserving of love, it’s you.”
Mishima simply blinked. “S/O…” His face turned scarlet, and the following words involuntarily slipped past his lips. “I love you.”
S/O stroked his cheek. “I love you, too.”
The duo cozily snuggled on the couch together, munching on the cheesecake and feeding each other.
And they quickly discovered that desserts are much sweeter when you have someone you love to share them with.
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Yuri!!! on Ice (Anime) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Katsuki Yuuri/Victor Nikiforov Characters: Katsuki Yuuri, Victor Nikiforov, Yuri Plisetsky, Vicchan (Yuri!!! on Ice), Christophe Giacometti, Christophe Giacometti’s Boyfriend, Christophe Giacometti’s Cat, Phichit Chulanont, Puma Tiger Scorpion - Character, Potya (Yuri!!! on Ice) Additional Tags: Pole Dancing, Meet-Cute, Alternate Universe - Different First Meeting, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Viktor’s POV, Identity Reveal (just a little), Yuri crushing on Yuuri, Texting, Embedded Images, for the texts, because emojis were important to me, Edited by Io Summary:
Viktor didn’t know what he was expecting when Chris decided to get married out of the blue, but it most certainly wasn’t meeting an extremely gorgeous man. Who was also the skater for Japan. Who also pole danced.
Today was another long and hard day. Draco isn’t exactly
in a bad mood, but it could be better. When he steps into the living
room, he knits his brows together on purpose, though. This is another
thing Draco would never admit out loud, but this isn’t the first time he
acts a little more grumpy than he actually is, to get more flowers.
Merlin, is Draco Malfoy turning soft?
When Harry simply announces
that dinner is ready, Draco frowns at him for real. When Harry doesn’t
jump up right after dinner either, Draco glowers at him.
“Where are my flowers, Potter? You’re slacking!”
Harry snickers at that and leans back in his chair.
“Don’t get your wand in a knot. They’re already in the bedroom,” he winks.
Draco says, wide-eyed. Harry beams at him, obviously anticipating this
reaction. He probably saw through Draco all those times he practically
begged for flowers, with his little charade, as well.
Draco doesn’t care. He heads straight into the bedroom, wondering what
kind of flowers Harry got him this time. But the sight before him, when he enters the bedroom, isn’t at all what he expected. There’s no bouquet on his bedside table, but a sea
of rose petals, all over the floor, on the bed… Draco doesn’t know what
to say… except…
“Merlin, what were you thinking, making such a mess?”
“Oh come on, Draco! It’s romantic,” Harry says, although he does sound a little unsure. Draco snorts, to which Harry just snickers again.
“You are such a sap,” Draco mutters, a smile tugging on his lips.
“Only for you,” Harry murmurs back as he pulls Draco in an embrace and buries his face in the crook of his neck.
Draco can’t help but roll his eyes while he wraps his arms around Harry as well.
“You’re an idiot,” he mumbles into Harry’s hair.
“A lovable idiot?”
Draco barks out a laugh and pulls Harry closer.
“Unfortunately, yes. I don’t think I would be able to ever stay away from you again, even if I tried.”
“Then don’t,” Harry says, lifting his head and staring into Draco’s eyes.
“I’m not planning to,” Draco replies, wondering about the strange tone in Harry’s voice.
“Then marry m-”
Draco slaps his hand over Harry’s mouth before he can finish.
“Oh no, you don’t! What are you doing? Wait, is that what the rose petals are all about? You must be joking!”
“I’m not,” Harry mumbles against Draco’s hand.
“Ugh!” Draco withdraws his hand and steps away from Harry.
“So… you don’t want to?”
Draco can hear Harry’s disappointment loud and clear.
“You really thought being cheesy was the way to go here?” Draco asks, gesturing around the room.
“Well…” Harry knots his hands together and bites his lip. He bows his head, clearly not wanting Draco to see how disappointed he is.
Draco rolls his eyes at his boyfriend. As much as he dislikes cheesy gestures like this, he can’t help but notice his heart is beating a lot faster all of a sudden, which makes him smile. Damn Harry and his sweet gestures.
“You better be getting me flowers as my husband as well!”