PART 1 - Portgas D. Ace X F! Reader ~ Why Isn't She Here?

Stardew Bachelor Headcanons!

these just popped in my head while I was playing the game- and I love them

Elliot

probably kins applejacks brother

smells like a new book page (no joke)

loooooooves styling his long hair

acts like a gentleman to people he loves but he acts like a bitch on cocaine when hes alone

probably had an obey me! phase

loves having someone play with his hair

embodiment of "m'lady"

Sam

listens to avril lavigne for inspiration

skater boy

his favorite movie is the smurfs

smells like bubblegum and dirt

loooooves dragon ball(no wonder)

favorite anime is one punch man

dressed up as naruto once when he was little

forces Vincent to watch one punch man with him and rant about it

misses his dad

wishes he was around more

Harvey

always gets sick

neat freak

smells like windex(wow)

has panic attacks often

likes to doodle on his fingers

deserves so much love

sam forced him to dress up as jesus once with a wig

he needs therapy now

help

hums while filling out a patient's chart

honestly really sweet

is a gentleman

100% is gay as shit

loves dogs

Sebastian

loves mcr, green day, avril, imagine dragons, you name it

had a Harry Potter phase

smells like markers and pens

loves drawing his character

goes by he/they/mage

honestly I'm scared

trans icon

insecure

originally had ginger hair

also has freckles(he hides them)

has a lot of earrings

wants to gets a septum

has a frog hoodie

Shane

jas used to be his therapist

talks to chickens because he feels like only they understand him

smells like vanilla(wow)

let's jas do his nails while he talks to her

jas acts like those Jersey salon ladies with him

always has a horror movie night with jas on saturdays

blames himself for jas' parent's death

has panic attacks sometimes

judges people together with jas

best person to flip off someone

taught jas a lot of things

deserves the world

we love you shane

Alex

insecure

smells like sweat and cologne

honestly a sweetheart

talks to evelyn a lot

vents to george(he actually cares)

stromk

can snap in 2 seconds if you insult his mom

amazing ranter

has a bit of anger issues

overall amazing

I smell I bi-bitch

ding ding ding its him

will be super kind to his s/o and tries not to get angry

and those are my headcanons

Corazon Reacting to Average Sized S/O Wearing his Coat

@glasses-and-bandana-s​ Hi dear~ I was wondering if I could request something for Corazon/Rossinante? How do you think he would react to seeing his average sized s/o wearing his feathered coat? It can be either fluffy or spicy, whichever you think would suit best! And the S/O can be either female or neutral ^^ (You said you preferred details in requests so I hope this is enough akhfkg) Obviously take all the time you need and if you don’t want to do it, that’s perfectly fine, most important is that you have fun <3

Apologies for the wait Love! I hope you enjoy this!! And yeah- I had so much fun with this! Corazon is such a sweet character to write for with his precious cinnamon roll face.

Corazon (Donquixote Rosinante) x Reader (Gender-Neutral/Non-Binary)

Warnings: Fluff and n s f w/spicy writing, meaning adult content under the cut (it is pretty vague since it is Gender-Neutral/Non-binary) Hint of a size kink going on.

*In case it is not clear “average-size” is referring to height. So Reader is not an insane height like Cora.

Words: 526

Fluff Headcanons:

The second he sees you- His average sized partner in his feathered coat- He is smitten

No matter your height, his coat just devours you, but you are so cute and proud to be wearing it

It reminds him of just how precious you are, how much you mean to him, the man will be a love-stricken fool for the next few minutes as he just admires you in it and the way the coat drags on the floor from how much fabric there is

It is adorable and he will accidentally give away his position when he walks into a wall to greet you

“Do you always wear my coat when I forget it?” He asks with a laugh

With that nod of embarrassment- One that he adores since it means he caught you in the act- You admit it and even better say you love wearing it when he is away, whether it is due to marine work or his secret work, you love to wear it since it reminds you of him when you get lonely

This will make his heart melt

He will feel awful that you ever felt lonely but also his heart is dying from how cute you are in the coat

Without a word, he will just pick you up and cuddle you if it is to make up for leaving

If this becomes a daily occurrence of him catching you in his coat you bet there will be a picture or two so he can admire it when he is away

That and he even may start to leave it on purpose for you

N s f w Headcanons:

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Dionysus’ ABCs

okay so normally we don’t write for Mr. D. I think the person who requested this was thinking of a different Dionysus??? We don’t write Hades (the game) fics here, or Blood of Zeus. We weren’t sure, so I wrote serious ABC’s for April fools for this man. 

ALSO, YOU ARE BOTH ADULTS IN THIS FIC BECAUSE WE DO NOT CONDONE OTHERWISE. DIONYSUS IS OLD.

Pairing: Dionysus (Mr. D) x reader Request: If you write for him, do you think I could request dionysus ABC’s? Warnings: I mention being tipsy, mention of death, some cuss words. Word count: 1.5k

- Asja

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Heyyy!!! I loved loved loved loved loved the aphrodisiacs OS! Thank you! Can I request the same with Sabo and Zoro? (and maybe, if it's not too much trouble, with Mihawk and Shanks?)

Hi!! Thank you so much for your support! I'm really happy to know you loved it!! I hope you like this ones as much as the Ace and Law one!. Another Anon requested for Mihawk and Sabo too so here they are ♥ .

~ Thank you for reading!! ~

NSFW Zoro, Sabo, Shanks & Mihawk accidentally eating aphrodisiac food ♥

I gave them a little twist, some are drinks, some food, special liquids and perfumes. You can read the same prompt for Law & Ace here

Zoro ~ What type of Sake is that?

TW: NSFW. Kind of exhibitionism.

WC: 987

Zoro spends almost everyday training, not only his muscles but also his liver. Alcohol is what coke is to Franky, and despite drinking a lot he usually doesn’t get drunk or has barely any reaction. But that night things went a little different, let me tell you why…

You were sailing to your next destination, bored. You were having some drinks with the girls. The guys are playing some cards on the deck, except for Zoro who, as always, is training.

Chopper is on the crow’s nest carrying out the lookout duties, when he announces he has found something floating on the water. Apparently, it was some kind of barrel that had a red flag over it. You have experienced those types of traps before. But, Luffy, as curious as he is, stretches his gum arms and catches the barrel.

Everybody is around the wooden drum, and none of you was willing to open it, especially because on the lid, written in red, says “Those who open this barrel, would enjoy the pleasures of lust… but at what cost?”.

Of course, Luffy doesn’t know what lust is, so he opens the lid and inside there are a bunch of bottles of sake. “Ahhhh I thought there was going to be meat inside. Zooooorooo, look, sakeee”, shouts Luffy.

Zoro, who wasn’t interested in the barrel until now, leaves aside the weights and comes running. “Ohoho, finally, some barrel that has sake inside for real!”, he says pleased, while taking out an old red bottle. “Zoro, don’t drink that, what if it’s poisonous or something like this”, you warn him. “Don’t worry we have our super doctor on board”, he says and begins to chug the whole bottle.

You look at him devouring the strange liquid thinking about how you've always been in love with him, and even if you have had some -hot - encounters before, you haven’t confessed your love for him… mainly because you are sure he doesn’t love you back and it was just sex.

The afternoon goes by, and Zoro doesn’t seem to show any symptoms of being intoxicated or poisoned, so everyone forgot about it.

After dinner, everyone went to sleep. Franky was rebuilding the rooms so we are all sleeping in the same place, over the kitchen, on bare mattresses on the floor for a few days until the renovation was done. “Goodnight”, “good night”, “sleep well”... everybody says before closing their eyes.

“Oi… y/n”, you heard in your dreams Zoro’s voice, but keep sleeping. “Oi…”, again his voice. You softly open your eyes, and feel a huge body close to my back, next, the ambrosial scent of steel that Zoro’s skin has. “What is it?”, you ask whispering, moving your neck to the side so you could at least gaze at your back. “I’m horny…”, he whispers into your ear and kisses the back of your shoulder. An electricity runs through your whole body, and ends up on your core. “Zoro…not here, what if they wake up?”, you tell him. “Then don’t make any sound, I can’t take it anymore… it must be that bottle from earlier. I can’t stop thinking about how much I want to fuck you, please”, he says to you, shamelessly as he grinds himself against your ass.

The swordsman keeps moving against you with a pounding motion, whispering to you “please, please, please” with a desperate tone, he needs you, and you are about to cave in, no matter if your nakamas were there next to you.

He grunts, and bites the shell of your ear. Zoro passes his big hand through your waist and presses your lower stomach against him. The hard bulge you adore the most, now is almost pinned in between your ass cheeks.

“Zoro… you are burning. What’s wrong with your skin?” you ask, because you feel his tanned flesh almost as if he was running a high fever. “I don’t know, please let me fuck you… you are the only person I have on my mind, please”, he tells you, unable to remain still, sweating, a horny mess.

Again, he presses your lower stomach against him with his strong big hand, and starts biting your neck. You can’t help but moan a little. “Shhh” he says trying to shush you, and instantly cups his free hand over your mouth.

He almost rips your pajamas short when trying to take them off, but he tries once again. This time, Zoro pulls down your shorts and panties, down to your knees. The tight cloth around your knees, keeps them together.

Zoro makes you suck his index and middle finger, and then penetrates you with them. “You.. you are so wet, f-fuck”, he grounts into your ear while fingering your thight entrance. You wish you were alone, because you died to moan loudly, but you can’t, around you all of your nakamas are sleeping…

Once Zoro is pleased with fingering you, he pulls down his shorts just enough to expose his big member, and impales you from behind. Having your knees pressed together makes your sex be even more tight and your inner walls stretch with the hard thrusts of the pirate hunter’s dick. Again soft moans and whines cannot be stopped and leave your mouth. “Shshsh, baby, or do you want our nakamas to see us?” he says with a perverse tone, while covering your mouth with his hand, and fucking you even harder.

Your muscles tightened, the pleasure you were experiencing, the strong effort not to whine, Zoro’s dick making your point g explode… soon the climax. Your climax, his… your cave flooded with his love thick juices…

At this point you think it was over, probably the mysterious liquid, was, indeed, an aphrodisiac. But… it’s not near to being over. “Let’s go, I'm not done yet, I’m still burning”, he says, and effectively that night you enjoyed the pleasures of lust… ♥

Sabo ~ Those weird Ivankov's teas.

This time, the one who drink the aphrodisiac is you.

WC: 660

Last week you were talking with Ivankov and Inazuma about how Sabo wasn’t giving you that “special” attention. They told you it was normal, because he was really worried about planning the “intervention'' on Mariejois during the Levely…

Cherry blossoms fly around you, the afternoon is a warm one, and everything seems calm. You are having a tea party with Ivankov and the girls in the Kamabakka Kingdom. “Y/n-girl, would you like to try this tea?”, Ivankov offers you. “Uhm, yes, thank you!”. You happily drink the tea, and despite it’s a little bit spicy, it’s delicious. Everything goes normal until Sabo appears with Dragon, after they’ve been training.

Sabo and you have been in a relationship since last year, and even though you think he is the most handsome man in the world, today he has a special glow around him. He comes closer to greet you, and brushes his fingers through your hair. You are sitting, so your face reaches exactly his hips, and unwillingly you tilt your head until your cheek is pressed against his hip. He seems not to notice, but your eyes try to reach for the inside of his legs. “Y/N…?”... “Y/N!”, you hear Ivankov calling you. “Oh, yeah what?”, you were so lost, so into kissing those thighs... “What do you think about the plan?”, they asks you.

You look up to Sabo, who is looking down at you with widened eyes without understanding why you are hugging his leg, and you frankly either. You let go and sit properly on your chair assenting everything they say to you, even though you aren’t listening to a single word. Your cheeks are turned red, filled with pumping blood. Your heart races. Your breathing becomes even faster. “What’s wrong with me, today?”...

Sabo stands up to communicate the instructions of their next movements, and you lose yourself on the loose sweated shirt he is using. Every time he breathes, his abs stick subtly to the grey fabric material of the t-shirt…

Finally, the reunion is over, Dragon walks with Ivankov to the quarter and Sabo asks you if you are all right taking his shirt off. “Oof I’m so hot, today we trained much more than ever”, he says to you, fanning himself with his hand, while you are looking at his perfectly defined abs. You bite your lower lip, and a flame begins to burn on your core.

“Babe, what is with you today?” Sabo asks, tilting his head confused. “I don’t know, but I can smell you from here”, you say. “Wha… what? Do I smell bad? I’m sorry”, says Sabo embarrassed and surprised, you have never been that direct. “No… not really. You smell really good, being that sweaty...”. you tell him and quickly cover your mouth with your hand. “The hell is wrong with me?”, you think. “Uhm.. are you sure you are ok?”, he asks you, approaching you.

You worship the movement of his pelvis while he walks to you, your senses seem to be intensified. You can even hear his breathing. The touch of his hand on your shoulder makes you shiver, as his skin rubs your overly sensitive flesh. You snatch his hand, and pull from it in a brutish motion, making his face come closer to your face, noses touching. You smile at him, with an evil grin. He gasps, astonished at your sudden outburst.

Licking your upper lip, unable to maintain your composure, almost with an animal behavior, you tell him, “Sabo, please I want you to fuck me, I don’t even care if you do it right here over this table”. Sabo looks at you, at first unable to understand but soon after grinning at you.

He takes a sip of the remaining tea from your cup, and carries you to your room… “Damn Iva, and those weird teas…”, he says and fucks you like the true beast he is in bed.

Shanks ~ A Love Potion.

Shanks drinks an unknown potion. Mind reading.

WC: 970

“Such a lovely night, don’t you think?”, asks Shanks while holding your hand. The harbor looks more romantic than ever, and even if it’s a little cold, you are covered with your boyfriend black trench coat that protects you from the cold sea breeze. “Uhum, look at the moon. It looks like it's closer than ever tonight!”, you tell him.

You are on your way to buy some ice cream after having dinner, some children run around you, other couples walk holding hands. Suddenly a strange guy, who apparently was a peddler, appears out of nowhere and tells Shanks to come see what he has to offer. “Let's see!”, says Shanks laughing and curious. You, on the other hand, tell him to just ignore him and keep on walking, but he tells you it could be fun so you follow him.

Over the wooden dock the seller had a variety of little jars and vials, all of them with suspicious liquids inside of them. “Come take a look, Sir!. I have something special for you and your gorgeous spouse”. You blushed when you hear the word “spouse” and a million butterflies dance on your stomach.

The old guy hands Shanks a red jar with some indecipherable language on it. He tells him that this is a powerful “love potion” that they have found on an island near “Laugh Tale”.

I giggled, because of course the man was lying in order to sell us some painted water, but Shanks tells him, “Oh… a potion? from the proximities of Laugh Tale? I have to buy it!”. Your adventurous husband pays him some berries for the jar and you think it was just because he was being nice and giving a helping hand to the poor seller, but…

“Cheers!” says Shanks and drinks the content of the whole jar. You look at him with your mouth open. “What the fuck???! I’m not taking you to the hospital if you get the runs tonight, ok?”. “HAHAHA!, may be the one who has to go to hospital after all it’s you!”, he says and laughs soundly. “That’s not even remotely funny, Shanks”, you tell him, rolling your eyes. “Ahh I’m sorry, I’m sorry”, he says, lifting his hand, and approaches you, planting a soft kiss that turns into his tongue exploring your mouth. His kisses left a sweet taste in your mouth, and you wonder what it is, because it’s a mix between chocolate and the acidity of some kind of citric… What's that flavour? we haven’t eaten dessert yet…

You keep walking to the ice cream shop and enter. Shanks asks you about what flavour you want your cone to be, and you say “chocolate, please”, but your mind shouts “yours”. “I was going to ask for your taste, too, but I don’t think they sell it here”, he says to your ear, as if he has read your mind. You look at him, wondering if you have spoken out loud or he is now able to read your mind.

“What is it?”, he asks you, smiling. “Nothing”, you tell him confused.

The ice cream man gives you your cones, and you two go sit at a little table on the window that allows you to contemplate the shore. You lick your chocolate ice cream while Shanks is looking at you with a stupid smile on his face. You lick it twice, and again, until you hear his voice telling you “I wish that ice cream was my dick”. You hear him, but he is not moving his lips, he is just smiling at you. “Ahj, it’s just my imagination, I mean I wish it was his dick too, hehe daddy”, you think to yourself and let a little laugh slip out of your mouth.

“Daddy? ha!”, says Shanks. “Excuse me?”, you ask him, this time really worried about your mental health. He looks at you, acting surprised, and tells you, “I asked you if it was tasty?. “Oh, uhm, yeah…”, you tell him, smiling falsely. “Focus on the beach”, you tell to yourself. “Yeah, there, on the beach, I’m gonna bang you over the sand tonight”, you hear once again his voice in your head. You look at him with your mouth full of chocolate and your eyes widened, and he tells you “Ah what a beautiful look of the beach, right?”. You swallow and nod.

“That way I want you to swallow my cum, tonight”, you hear him once again. “Shanks!!”, you shout at him, and everyone in the ice cream shop turns to you. “Shh, what happened?” he tells you, this time with an evil grin on his face.

“You know exactly what is happening, shut up”, you tell him. “Shut me up, face sitting on me”, that voice again in your mind. He is not moving his lips, but you still hear him, so you narrow your eyes, and fix your eyes on his. “Ah, so you want me to crush you with my thighs, huh?”, you tell him, no talking. He smiles at you, he hears you, even if no sound is coming out from your mouth. You give another lick to your cone, this time with a sexy movement, as if the soft cream was his penis. “Oof babe… take a look under the table”, he says, again without talking. It’s pretty clear at this point you two somehow can read each other's mind, could it be… could it be the “love potion”?.

You gaze subtly under the table, and see how his trousers show a hard swelling in between his legs. “heh, I wish I could suck it right now”, you tell him with your mind. “Well then, let’s go… with daddy”, he says, this time out loud, and you both laugh soon abandoning the shop… ♥

Mihawk ~ A Sharp Scent.

TW: Knife play.

WC: 1008

You’ve been spending the afternoon with Perona in her room in the castle. You were never jealous of her, because she loves Dracule like a father. The cold castle is not the best place to live, but you do it because it’s the best way to be safe while being the significant other of a Shichibukai, but mainly because you love him.

Perona tells you to wear a new “special” perfume she grabbed from when she went to visit Moria, and despite you tend to be careful with those weird things she has, it smells amazing, so you try some.

You two go to the dining room after Kumacy tells you “Dinner’s ready”. Mihawk is already there, so you go and hug him from behind, surprising him. You know he is a little bit on the cold side, so he might get mad at you for scaring him. But this time, even if he got a little scared, he stops for a second and smells your perfume. “What a pleasant smell”, he tells you. “Horohorohoro”, Perona laughs and winks at you. You smile back at her, happy.

After dinner, Perona leaves the dining room and goes to sleep. You two are left alone, and you ask Mihawk what has he been doing all afternoon without you. “Nothing, just reading. I saw the new bounties of the Mugiwaras, Roronoa has one of the highest. That boy is going to surpass me in a matter of years”, he says, proud of his pupil like a parent.

You smile at him and yawn, for some reason being next to Perona always drains your energy faster. You place your head over the table and look at your boyfriend with a sloppy smile. He coldly bushes your head with his hand, while the other one holds a red wine crystal cup.

“I have to insist, that perfume you have, it’s just ambrosial”, he tells you, closing his eyes and sipping some wine. “It is, Perona gave it to me. She told me Moria has it around and so she grabbed it because it smelt nice”. Mihawk fixes his deep yellow eyes on your face, and leaves the cup over the table. He approaches you, and this time nuzzles on your hair. “Mmmh, to be honest I’m afraid about if this is a normal perfume or not, specially coming from Moria or Perona, but damn, how delicious”, he tells you almost with a moaning tone. You think it is weird coming from him to be so expressive, but you enjoy it.

“Perhaps, tonight I won't go to sleep so early”, he tells you while playing with a strand of your hair. You have sex sometimes, and even if he is truly passionate on bed, he is not the type of guy that says steamy stuff to tease you. Yet, tonight he seems to be losing a little bit of control, and you wonder why…

He leans back, over the big backrest of that old gothic wooden chair he sits on like some kind of throne. He pats his lap and tells you, “why don’t you choose a book and then sit over here so we could read it together?”. At first you are a little surprised, because he never reads you unless you are sick, but you run to the library and pick up the first book off the shelf, without even reading the title and hand it to him.

He grabs the book, and examines the cover page in silence. He tells you then, “What a curious choice… Les 120 journées de Sodome, ou l'École du libertinage”. You widen your eyes, and gasp. “Did I pick a book by the Marquis de Sade??”, you are somehow mortified but still curious about what he is going to do.

“Well, come here, let’s read it”, he orders you -you are used to being treated like this, you enjoy it-. You hop on his lap and he starts reading. He does it with the solemnity that defines him, until the story becomes a little bit spicy - a little… I mean we are talking almost about the manifesto of BDSM- . The swordsman makes a pause to drink wine, leaves the cup on the table and kisses your neck softly. “Mmh that scent”, he says with his lips still pressed over your neck skin.

“I think the book has given me an idea”, he tells you, whispering in your ear. A shiver runs down your spine and you gasp softly. You start to feel his hard member under your thighs, and your crotch begins to feel wet. “Look straight to the front for me”, he commands. And you do as he tells.

The sound of the little dagger that hangs from his neck being unsheathed, makes you a little scared, but you trust him. “Close your eyes, and don’t move”, he tells you. And even if your breathing becomes accelerated you remain still. The sharp edge of the dagger is now dancing barely palpable over your neck skin. The cold, and the danger sensation of being cut makes your body react. Mihawk has never played with you like this, but you love it.

The sharp edge goes up and down tracing a path that simulates your right carotid, making you more and more aroused. The swordsman now tells you to bend over the table. You do it, pressing your stomach against the wooden table, with your legs almost hanging because it’s really tall.

Mihawk uses the dagger to cut every piece of clothing covering your body. You feel the ragged fabric slide slowly to the floor, and for a minute he is there, admiring your anatomy completely exposed to him. He then bends over you and sticks the knife with a powerful motion on the wood centimeters from your face.

What’s next, got you whining and crying his name. Deep violent thrusts and intense orgasms, define the rest of the night for you two… and you just think about buying to Perona the whole bottle of perfume ♥

Tatsuma had a growth spurt and, uh, Shinsuke saw potential 👀

Tatsuke, more known as TakaSaka, is one of my favorite ships in Gintama, it’s such a shame there’s so little content when it comes to this ship 🥺💔

Y/n: Let me love you.

Shane: It's rotten work.

Y/n, kissing his forehead: Not for me, it isn't.

I was just about to fall asleep when I saw you opening lmao. Queen and goddess, may I ask for some mix of fluff and angst, with precious Rosinante who accidentally seriously hurts his fem!s/o because of his clumsiness? I lof you :sadcat:

⇥ rules!

⇥  non-one piece requests open!

these were pretty fun to write and i love tropes like this bc i’m evil

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God this boy. The instant it happens he’s filled with unbelievable guilt. He doesn’t even have time to think before he’s righting himself and gathering you up in his arms, rushing to the nearest doctor, promising your whimpering form that he didn’t mean to and berating himself.

When he finds out you’ve broken your arm due to his clumsiness, he breaks down at your side, hiding his face in your lap and just saying over and over again how sorry he is. If you’re talking, he doesn’t hear it, too busy beating himself up and wondering if this is the final straw in your stack of patience.

It takes a hard tug on his hair to get him to pay attention, his makeup smeared down his cheeks and tears still filling his bright blue eyes, now clouded with remorse and self-loathing. Your gentle hand-- just the one, he thinks bitterly, because the other is bound up in a cast because of him-- cups his cheek and you pin him with a stern glare.

It isn’t that you don’t understand how he feels. It is his fault, you can’t deny that. But you hate seeing him beat himself up over it so hard. It isn’t like he did it on purpose, he would never, and he can be upset at himself so long as he understands how you feel.

So you tell him that you aren’t mad or upset and beg him not to do anything stupid, like leave you, and his gaze flickers from yours to the side, his face paling. His long fingers pick at the sheet on the bed and he shyly asks if you plan to leave him.

Your heartfelt declaration and swift smack to the back of his head makes him believe you, and he’s relieved that at least that weight is off his shoulders. He has the urge to scoop you up in his arms and carry you down the hall, intent on making all of this up to you, but he definitely knows better than that. So instead he takes your uninjured hand and lets you lead the way to wherever you’re going, nodding in agreement when you declare he owes you so much royal treatment while you heal. Like he’d argue even if you weren’t injured.

💕 How the Bachelors Propose to You:

Alex: He would bring you near the bathhouse late one fall evening. After spending some time in the warm water surrounded by each other’s arms, he would take out the mermaids pendant and put it on you. The two of you would stay in the bathhouse alone, listening to the sounds of the water and looking out at the moon through the windows.

Elliott: Elliott would take you to the beach one night, walking barefoot in the sand by the water. He would slowly start dancing with you, whispering how much he loves you and how much you mean to him. He will get on one knee and take out the mermaids pendant, looking into your eyes and taking in how amazing you look in the moonlight. After he puts it on you, the two of you continue to slowly dance by the water.

Harvey: Harvey is extremely shy, he’s scared to tell you how he feels as he fears being rejected. Instead of using his words, he will bring you to his house one night, his apartment decorated with cute fairy lights and flowers everywhere. He will pretend to show you a model plane he’s working on only for you to find the pendant on it. Finding courage, he will explain why he wants to marry you and why you mean so much to him. He puts the pendant on you and Harvey plays calming music while you eat dinner together and talk about how you both feel.

Sam: Sam will invite you to his house one night, bringing you into his bedroom and letting you sit on his bed while he plays an instrumental song on acoustic guitar. You both enjoy sitting in the room and focusing on the music. All of a sudden Sam stops playing the guitar, asking you to go into his bin of guitar pics and get him one. You look in the bin to find the mermaids pendant in there. He laughs, enjoying the surprise on your face. You say yes, hugging him and putting on the pendant. You ask him to play a couple songs for you and he gladly plays them.

Sebastian: He will take you on a ride on his motorcycle while the sun is setting. He loves to watch your hair blow in the wind in his mirror while he is driving, taking in your content and relaxed face as you enjoy the fresh hair. He takes you to a nice spot on top of a hill, looking out to a lake. He will talk to you about how he feels so much happier being with you and how he feels like he has more of a purpose now that you two are together. He talks about how he never wants the feeling to go away, and then proposes to you. He holds you the entire evening, not wanting to let you go. Every so often he will give you kisses and whisper how much you mean to him. He’ll let you wear his sweater to keep you warm. He wants to make sure you are comfortable.

Shane: Shane tries to fall asleep during a thunderstorm but can’t, having a trauma response to the sound of thunder from when he was at the cliffs. His mind goes dark until he reminds himself that you are with him and you made his life so much better. He realizes that the thoughts aren’t enough and he needs you with him. He goes to your farm, knocking on the door quickly. As you open the door, he’s drenched from the rain. He instantly kisses you passionately, then gets on one knee. He pulls out the pendant, trying to find the words to say, and before he could say anything, you kiss him for what feels like minutes. You put the pendant on and kiss him, saying yes with every peck.

"Sometimes I wonder if, when you look at me, you wish you were seeing her."

"I see you, Pidge. And you're exactly who I want to see."

one of the reasons those ‘fanfiction isn’t on the same level as REAL books’ posts are so dumb specifically is where we see this conversation play out. someone says ‘fanfiction isn’t REAL literature’, someone disagrees with them or tries to present examples of ‘real’ books being transformative to some degree, and then the op replies with ‘i don’t know how to tell you this but your 40k word omegaverse destiel coffee shop fanfiction isn’t the same as dante’s inferno’ like what a brilliant take. what a genius take. what a genius thing to say that’s very motivated by intellectual honesty. incredible