it kinda bothers me how ppl are always like ‘uhhh what do the creator’s mean ‘yuuri’s plain and average looking’, no. he’s b e a u t i f u l, lmao wtf are the yoi team even on how do they not see how lovely he is’
yuuri IS plain. there’s nothing particularly remarkable about his appearance. he’s round when he’s not working hard to maintain the fitness levels he needs to skate. he doesn’t make a big deal out of his non-skating hair or clothing. his unremarkable appearance is probably? even more so to a japanese audience, but he’s beautiful anyway.
his plainness doesn’t take away the fact that people think he’s beautiful. You don’t need to have ‘other-worldly features’ (like viktor is nearly always described as having lmao). You can be perfectly plain and breathtakingly beautiful. They’re not mutually exclusive things.
I want to be enough for you. I want to be reason you have a smile on your face. I want you to look at me and feel breathless. I want to be the reason you are wide awake at 3:00am because you can’t stop thinking about me. But the truth is I’m never going to be that girl, there’s always someone better than me.
Why Does it Have to be You? - Damian Wayne x Reader
Requested by Anon -
a Damian x reader where Klarion has started causing chaos around Gotham and the only person he’s willing to listen to is the reader, because he has a crush on them.
The night was a quiet one. So quiet, in fact, Damian sent you home earlier when he caught you yawning one too many times. He knew you hadn’t been getting much rest lately.
Damian was currently crouched by a stone gargoyle, debating whether he should turn in himself. The thought about crawling into bed next to you seemed very appealing. He frowned, glancing at the clock tower behind him to find it still an unnaturally early hour. Taking out his grapple gun, Damian decided to make one more round of the city before returning home to you.
Damian was just going passed the Gotham Train Station when a explosion sent him tumbling to the ground. He rolled back to his feet before scrambling to see what happened. Much to his displeasure, he spotted a swam of magical energy surrounding the building.
Swinging down to slip into the building through one of the windows, Damian growled as he saw Klarion floating in the center of the room.
“What are you doing here, Witch Boy?” Damian demanded, dropping down to the floor. Klarion sneered at him, lifting a finger to zap a civilian unlucky enough to cross his path. The person turned into a mouse, scurrying away.
“Go away, Birdy. My kitty might eat you,” Klarion threatened, glancing around. He frowned when he realized Damian was the only vigilante in the room. “Where is (Y/N)?”
Damian sighed, sensing what this was about. “(Y/N) is not here, Witch Boy. I’m afraid you only have me tonight.” He watched silently as Klarion’s face slowly grew redder and more grotesque. Damian’s eyes widened when he felt something brush against his leg. He glanced down to find Teekl. Before he could move, Teekl turned into a giant beast. Damian fought the monstrous Teekl while Klarion threw magic blasts at him.
“No, No, No!!!” Klarion was screaming as Damian did his best to avoid the magic blasts and Teekl. Eventually, one of Teekl’s paws slammed into Damian throwing him out of the building and into the street. Damian could feel one of his ribs crack, but rolled out of the way of another magic blast from Klarion.
Request: “ Hi :) I just watched SM:HC and I have a request :) Reader is a friend of Peter & Ned and in love with Peter. At some point Peter makes a comment about reader’s not getting any affection from guys so at Liz’s party reader shows up with a mini black dress and everyone drools over her even Liz tries to be friends with her and jelous peter! <3 Pls pls pls :)”
Boi: Peter Parker
Movie/ Book: Spiderman: Homecoming
Word Count: 878
Warnings: Fluff/ Angst/ Smut (no warnings)
There you go, lovely anon!
Peter hurriedly walked out of the gym, you and Ned trying to catch up with him.
“You- Spider-man- how- you know Spider-man?” You said, an expression of shock riddled on your face, failing to form coherent sentences.
Peter sighed. He looked annoyed with Ned for blurting out that he knew Spider-man. “Yes, I-I- we’ve met…”
“Hey, it’s okay, y’know. Look at the bright side! Liz Allan invited us to her party!” You said lightly, though you didn’t like the fact that she had just invited Peter because he knew Spider-man. You liked Peter, and you’d tried to make it obvious, but he was too busy pining after the popular senior.
He smiled at your comment. “Yeah, that’s good. Maybe she finally likes me.”
Ned rolled his eyes. “Or maybe she just wants to invite Spider-man at her party.”
You tried to hide a smile. Ned was on your side. “Yup,” You said, nonchalantly agreeing with Ned.
Peter frowned. “I don’t think so,” His frown curved into a smirk, “What about you, Y/N? Maybe you’re jealous? Who’s asked you out till now, hm? Why don’t boys drool over you?”
You rolled your eyes. “Oh, please, Parker. Lots of people have asked me out. I’m hot property, so I say no.” Okay. That wasn’t a complete lie. Derek Farrell asked you out in fifth grade.
“Yeah, right.” He said, cocking his head to the side, “As if,”
“See you at the party, Peter,” You said, your eyes narrowing playfully as you hurried to your locker.
You smoothened your black dress as you rung the doorbell. It barely reached your thighs, but you didn’t feel uncomfortable tonight. Your H/C hair had been straightened out, and you had applied dark lipstick. Overall, you would say that it was a good job. You wondered if Peter and Ned were inside.
“Hey, Y/N!” Liz said, smiling brightly as she opened the door. She looked at your dress approvingly, “Someone’s gonna make the guys drool over her,”
You smiled, remembering Peter’s words earlier that day about how no one drooled over you. “Thanks,”
You both walked into the main area of her humongous mansion. People were partying everywhere, plastic cups in their hands, sloshing with drinks.
You walked over to the DJ area, not in the mood to stay in a corner tonight. A few moments later, someone tapped you on your shoulder. It was Ned, who was smiling cheerfully at the sight of you, while Peter’s jaw rested comfortably on the floor, his cheeks bright red.
“Hi,” You said to the both of them, smirking. Peter looked as if he had something stuck in his throat. After a long while, he muttered. “H-hey Y/N,”
You noticed Flash staring at you, his eyes lighting up. You smiled at him flirtatiously, ready to show Peter that guys did drool over you.
“Hey, beautiful,” Flash murmured in your ear, winking at you. You giggled (which was highly unnatural, but you had to show Peter).
“Hey, Flash,” You purred seductively.
“What’s brewing here?” A senior who you recognized as Samuel said, smirking at you. You waved. He had helped you decorate for the Homecoming last year.
“Uh-did-I-tell-you-guys-that-she’s-my-date?!” Peter blurted at top speed.
“Didn’t catch that,” You said, turning to him. Your heels gave you a height boost, so you were on eye level with him. It was weird because normally, you were an inch or two shorter than him.
“She’s my date,” Peter said confidently, grabbing your hand. You tried hard not to blush. He was noticing you. Had he really said that?!
“Oh, come on,” Samuel said, rolling his eyes. “I’m not falling for that.”
“You can’t get this hot chick, Penis Parker,” Flash said, shooting you a flirty wink. Peter rolled his eyes, pulling you away from the both of them and took you to the drinks counter.
“What are you doing?” You said, ignoring the giddy feeling in your stomach you felt because your hand was in his.
“Look- just don’t talk to them- okay?” He said, letting out a frustrated sigh and looking down, For a moment, you actually thought he was looking at your lips. But that had to be a figment of your imagination…
“Why not?” You asked nonchalantly, (reluctantly) pulling your hand out of his and crossing your arms.
He frowned. “Just don’t, okay?”
“I need a reason,” -you smiled suddenly- “Hey, are you…jealous? Those boys were drooling over me?”
His ears reddened. “What?- pfft -no-” He suddenly smirked. “Wait…were you trying to make me jealous? Do you like me?”
Now it was your turn to blush. “No, I don’t like you, shut up.”
“So this annoys you?” He whispered, leaning closer till the tips of your noses were touching.
“Uh-” You mumbled. You honestly didn’t know how to react.
“This doesn’t bother you?” He said, moving to kiss your jaw. Your heart leaped, but your brain reminded you that he was only teasing you.
“It does,” You whispered before you could stop yourself.
“And I was jealous too,” He said, taking a step back and smiling slyly.
You smirked, placing a quick kiss on his cheek and retreating into the crowd. His smile faded.
“Hey!” He said, “Are you going to just leave it at this?”
I miss you constantly
I need you all the time
I want you every day
I want to kiss you
I want to trace your collarbone with my lips
I want to feel you absent mindedly tickle my arm as we cuddle on your bed
I want to experience the arguments
I want your bad with your good
I want you
I want to fall asleep as you play with my hair
I want to hear you laugh when I run my fingers up and down your body
I want my name to sound like music in your ears
I want to be the reason you smile a little brighter
I want you
I want you to tell me your fears, ambitions and insecurities
I want to make lifelong memories with you
I want to love you for a long time
And fucking hell
I want you
I want to be different for you. The ‘This is what I’ve been waiting for’ kind of different, the 'Why did I ever dare to settle when I could’ve had so much more’ kind of different, the 'You make me feel sure’ kind of different, the 'I’ve bottled myself up for so long but you make me wanna just pour’ kind of different. I want to be the reason you smile until your cheeks hurt. I want to be the kind of person you’d feel safe coming to for comfort. I want to be the one that makes you really laugh out loud, the kind of person that makes you see the sun when you’d usually just see clouds. And I know that it probably makes no sense to you right now. That’s okay, I get it. I know how you’ve been treated, but I promise if you give me the chance, I’ll love you correctly with no room for worry. Please, let me be different.
NaPoWriMo Day 17 - Different // Maxwell Diawuoh (based on Rudy Francisco’s Love Poem Medley)
I will stop, I promise. Someday, i will give up on you and leave you in peace. I’m trying right now, but it’s not always working. I still care for you too much, I want to see you happy, I want to fix your problems. I wanna be the reason you smile in the morning thinking of the day ahead. I wanna get you through tough times. I wanna make your happy days even better. I wanna be that for you. If you would give me the chance, I would do right now. But you’re not letting me in and have to tell you in all honesty, it’s exhausting trying to be your… whatever this is. I’m not your girlfriend, god knows, I want to be, but I’m not. And you are making it so apparent, that I don’t belong in your life that I’m honestly questioning why I even bother anymore.
Anne came up behind Harry and smiled. She rested her chin on his shoulder and followed his gaze. “It’s beautiful, Harry.”
Harry looked at his mother and smiled. He looked back at the jeweler in front of him and nodded his head. “This is the one.”
“Is Y/N going to be joining us soon?” Y/N’s mother asked while looking down at the menu. Harry wiped his sweaty palms on his pants. He quickly cleared his throat, “Actually no. I wanted to ask you something.”
Your mother looked up from the menu and gave him a questioning look, “What is it, sweetie?”
Harry looked into your mother’s eyes and exhaled. “Ms. Y/L/N, you’re Y/N’s best friend.” Your mother smiled softly. “Not only are you her best friend but you’re her mother. Your opinion means everything to me and I know it’ll mean so much to her if I get your approval..” Harry quickly pulled out the ring box from the pocket inside of his jacket. He gave it to you mother who already had tears brimming her eyes. Your mother opened the box and gasped, amazed that something so beautiful could exist.
Harry looked at the ring and back at your mother. “I wanted to know if I had your blessing to propose to your daughter.” Your mom quickly nodded her head. “Of course, Harry.” Harry smiled brightly, “Really?”
Your mother wiped a tear that fell and nodded her head once more. She put the box down and reached over and placed her hand on top of Harry’s. “I couldn’t imagine her with anyone else.”
“Nervous?” Niall asked, snapping Harry out of his thoughts. Harry shook his head, “Surprisingly no.
Niall sat down on the couch in front of Harry, beer bottle in his hand. “No?”
Harry smiled and looked down at the floor. “She’s it for me. There’s no doubt in my mind that she’ll say no.”
Niall smiled at his friend, hoping one day to find someone he’ll adore as much as Harry adored you. “I know she won’t say no, mate.”
Harry gave Niall a smile.
Niall smirked before he took a sip of his beer, “Just afraid you’ll shit your pants while you’re asking her.”
You were in your usual spot, finishing your lunch before having to get back to work. You were finishing reading the novel Harry told you about when all of a sudden a shadow was in front of you. You looked up to see Harry smiling down at you.
You instantly smiled. “Hey, what are you doing here?”
Harry sat down next to you and pecked your cheek. “Wanted to surprise you.”
He grabbed your hands and brought them into his lap, playing with the rings on your fingers. He nodded towards the book on your lap, “How are you liking it, love?”
You looked down at the book and smiled. “Love it, thanks for suggesting it.” Harry nodded and looked back at your hands, “Good, I’m glad.”
The two of you sat in silence. Not the uncomfortable kind of silence; the kind of silence that said you were just content being in each other’s presence. Both of you were staring at everything else going on in the park.
While Harry was staring in front of him, he suddenly spoke up, “You’re my best friend.”
You looked over at him and smiled, unsure of where he was going with this. Harry turned and looked at you. He cleared his throat, “You’re my best friend, Y/N. I couldn’t imagine anyone better to be my best friend. I couldn’t imagine being with anyone else. I couldn’t imagine not spending the rest of my life with you.” He pulled out the ring box from his pocket and you instantly gasped. You brought a hand to your mouth, tears surfacing your eyes. Harry looked into your eyes. “I want to spend every minute of my life with you. I want to wake up next to you everyday. I want to have the privilege of introducing you as my wife. I want to be the only one that makes you happy. I want to be the reason you smile. I want to be yours forever.” He opened the box and showed you the most delicate, beautiful, ring you have ever seen in your life. “Y/N Y/L/N, I knew from the moment I met you that you were special and I can’t waste another minute. Will you marry me?”
You let out a sob and nodded your head. You threw your body against Harry’s while he laughed. “Yes.”
not my best! lol but i just watched a vlog where he proposed to his gf and instantly got inspired. wanted to write this quickly before the thought left my head! don’t forget to send requests on what you think i should do next!
Summary: You and Steve enjoy a beautiful spring day Words: 967 Pairing: Steve x Reader Warnings: This is my submission for @nataliarxmanxva Sofi’s Season’s Change Writing Challenge. My prompt was “I missed the sunlight”
“Come back to bed it is early, baby.” You hear your boyfriend say behind you. Turning around you notice that he is standing next to the door that connects your bedroom with the balcony just in his sweatpants “I am not really sleepy, Stevie.”
You don’t know what time is it, but since you woke up at 6 am you have been in this balcony watching the world outside. Spring has always been your favorite season, the weather it is not too hot or too cold. The sun rises earlier than in the winter, the flowers bloom and people start wearing colorful clothes again.
Hey, I just found your reactions and they are awesome!!! Can you do one where the s/o is doing a dance on Fire and they don’t know the whole Bangtan is in the audience. Thanks a ton
A/ N: thank you so much! I’m not quite sure I fully understood what you meant but I gave it a shot anyway.
Stares at you in awe as you pull of difficult dance moves that he intitally struggled with, occasionally letting out a breathless “wah!”
HE IS SMILING SO WIDE. Knowing that you are not aware of his presence is even more entertaining for him and although he won’t say much, he’ll be bragging about you at some point.
Won’t stop nudging the other boys, jumping and squealing, maybe even hitting them out of sheer excitement and it won’t take him long before he is up and dancing to his song, catching your attentiion
For some reason I see him having a small, mischievous smile on because damn that was sexy. Namjoon will stay awfully calm, giving the boys pointed stares like you see? Mine.
Recently I have noticed that Jimin have been controlling his reactions so even though you were completely killing the choreo, he will choose to sit quietly and have a cute smile on his face. That is until you meet backstage and the fluffiness unravels.
Little bit of this, little bit of that. Sometimes he is watching you with a mature, I am a tough boyfriend expression, others he is simply doing aeygeo idk what is it with this one.
Okay so at first he blushed like omg act natural but soon the boys would start teasing and making comments and he just loses it and smiles that shy bunny smile before he buries his face in his hands.
A - Available?
B - Birthday?
C - Crushing on?
D - Drink you last had?
E - Easiest person to talk to?
F - Favourite song?
G - Grade i hated?
H - Hometown?
I - Icecream flavour?
J - Jellybean flavour?
K - Killed someone?
L- Longest friendship?
M - Milkshake flavour?
N - Number of siblings?
O - One wish?
P - Person who called me last?
Q - Question your always asked?
R - Reason to smile?
S - Song i last sung?
T - Time you woke up?
U - Umbrella colour?
V - Very best friend?
W - Which celebrity i’d marry?
X - X rays i had?
Y - Your last time you cried?
Z - Zodiac sign?