★ ; star-dork

also known as rivals to lovers / idiots to idiots but they’re lovers / rivals to besties / rivals to idiots, the list goes on. some of these are inspired by pre-existing media. change pronouns/aggressive terms of endearment/insults as you see fit! these can also be platonic of course!

“i dunno. sometimes i just… feel things when you’re around.”

“i love your ass.”

“your ass is your best quality.”

“i’d tap that.”

“i love you, bitch.”

“do you ever feel… like… you know… things? like… those warm… feelings?”

“oh my god, stop looking at me like that! i’m gonna end up kissing you.”

“sometimes you’re not annoying.”

“you don’t, like… make me wanna tear my eyes out… or whatever.”

“you love me? are you sure?”

“i don’t hate you.”

“shut up and stay. please.”

“i hate when people say shit like ‘you’re my best friend, i love you, i can’t imagine my life without you. i wake up and you’re the first thing on my mind, and the last thing before i go to sleep. suddenly all the love songs make sense.’ you know? i prefer starting it by saying how much i hate when other people say it, then say what i mean anyway. it’s way less embarrassing like that.”

“we aren’t friends. friends don’t do this kinda thing.”

“maybe i don’t wanna be just friends with you.”

“who the fuck said you aren’t funny?”

“who the fuck called you boring?”

“who the fuck said that? you’re great.”

“i don’t think you’re weird. i think you’re cute.”

“i don’t think you’re weird. you’re a dumbass, maybe, but i like that about you.”

“obviously i like you! i’ve been trying to tell you for ages now!”

“i’ve been flirting with you for the last six months, thanks for noticing.”

“some parts of you don’t make a lot of sense to me, but i don’t know why the sky turns pink at sunset and i still think it’s beautiful.”

“i want you. i don’t know why, i can’t explain it, but i just wanna be around you all the time.”

“i woke up one morning and realised i loved you.”

“you’re the worst. i love it.”

“you’re stupid, that’s what you are, buddy.”

“i wouldn’t die for you, but i think i’d kill for you. maybe. but then, that would mean going to jail… nah. i take it back. no offence.”

“did you know when i call you dude i mean it romantically?”

“what are you gonna do? kiss me?”

“you don’t look totally ugly today.”

“you look… never mind. i didn’t say shit!”

“they’re just flowers, don’t read into it.”

“can you please stop moving your mouth so i can kiss you?”

“you wanna kiss me so bad it makes you look stupid.”

“i trust you, stupid.”

“i love you, dumbass.”

“you’re a pain in the ass but i’m glad we met.”

“of course i care about what you think of me!”

“you’re looking at me funny.”

“i’m not looking at you funny! this is just how i look at someone i hate.”

“being with you makes me feel like a better person.”

“being with you makes me feel like a better person. i look like an angel compared to you.”

“huh? what was that? are you being nice to me?”

“sorry i made things weird the other day. we can still hang out, right?”

“sorry i kissed you, that was stupid. let’s just forget about it.”

“maybe kissing you was stupid but i don’t regret it.”

“are we hugging right now, bro? is that what we’re doing? do we… keep going? do we stop?”

“i’m not going anywhere.”

“i’m here, aren’t i?”

“this is all your fault!” *it is not*

“you drive me crazy in a way that makes everyone else look boring.”

               i go by many names ,

❝That’s not ——— Oy vey.❞    She mumbled more to herself than in response to anything he’d just said. Kitty knew what he was doing, trying to make her laugh and possibly blush with little casual compliments here and there; and she genuinely appreciate the gesture  ( knowing Peter was, in his own way, attentive and caring enough to always try to keep her happy warmed her heart. She couldn’t bring herself to doubt that. )   but there were times when she would  stare  at  the  camera  if there was one. And yet somehow successful, that stupid dashing dimpled smile on his face almost caused her to fall for the joke and unleash the giggles bubbling up inside.  She had to physically fight the amusement away from her features, trying to sound serious.    ❝I don’t know  everything  there is to know about Earth but I do know that when it comes to kinky stuff it can get mentally scarring so I’m trying to spare you the trauma, you’ve seen enough flarked up shit ——— and  no one  is calling anyone daddy. Like, ever.  I was about to say we should pick up something to eat and have dinner in bed, how ‘bout that?❞

❝Don’t ask me, last time I checked Earth everyone had a daddy kink and I’m really trying to push it out from my brain.❞     The tone of her voice almost implied relief not to be on Earth,  relief of being in space with him ——— something once she thought impossible to bear even in concept but was now different.  She was different,  Kitty was no longer scared.  She could, and often did, worry and take issue with problems back on her home planet but also with people across the galaxy.  But she didn’t fear the concept of space anymore, taunting memories of being trapped and left to die were day by day replaced with new memories of adventures and mishaps,  a dysfunctional team and their kind hearts. And Peter’s heart was the  biggest  of them all,  her left hand rested on his chest looking for his heartbeat and when she felt it under her palm Kitty knew this was her home.    ❝You know how you could climb a few numbers up on the list?❞

“Heard his talkin’ voice, that’s probably ‘nough ta’ know he can’t sing.” Mick snorted softly. “Dunno about there bein’ a lead in an acapella since everyone gotta make the music. Drax as bassline… solid choice, bruv. Take it there’s no convincin’ Gamora ta’ take up an Alto position? She could make a hell’uva sound.”

❝Like I sad, some might find it creepy and inappropriate. Or kinky. So… probably not.❞    Kitty’s nose wrinkled playfully and her brows raised in an sceptic expression,  by now she’d learnt not to take most of what he says so seriously.  Slender fingers gripped carefully around the bouquet as she admired the blossoming flowers ——— so colourful it was like they defied the season of the year.  Going against the flow was very Peter.  No doubt in her mind his mother would have  loved  them as much as s he did, a small but warm smile tugged at the corned or her lips.    ❝But you’re top ten material for sure.❞      

❝Oh, Peter…. General consensus would be it’s kind of weird I’m not your mom but that’s ——— this is beyond sweet. Thank you, I just——— ❞   She leans in for a quick kiss.    ❝You’re my family too, ‘kay? ❞