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sleepless-in-starbucks · 4 years

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Hewo! I know I was literally just hear but like, I like your inbox soooooooo yeh. ALSO you introduced me to my new obsession *coughAnalosleepcough* and that deserves some recognition or whatever. So uhhhhhhhhhhhhh, meep. quack quack. moo. mooove bitch get out the way. (in a john cena voice) ARE YOU SURE ABOUT THAT. I'm feeling very memey right now. Send help. Or send me Analosleep fics\headcanons. Whatever works to make sure I don't die. I'm sowwy I have done this (Not really tho)

oh,,,, so you want analosleep do you,,,, :3

a dangerous thing to say to an idle Me, Hewo…. a dangerous thing….

(warnings for sleep deprivation, self-deprecation specifically around feeling things/feeling sad, referenced nightmares + isolation, panic attack, happy ending ofc; tagging @emo-disaster for the fic idea + the fact that it’s their ot3 I’m legally obligated to tag ‘em)

When Logan shot up in bed in the dead of night, his first instinct was to slam a hand over his mouth.

Of course, this seemed to be a poor choice on his part- it was hard to breathe through sobs when you couldn’t pull in the air through your mouth, as sobbing often demanded you do- but in reality, it was the most logical one. It was the only way to muffle his sobs; aka, it was the only way to make sure he didn’t wake up his partners. They were cuddled against him, Virgil simply curling into his side whereas Remy had their arm through over his midsection. Though both were snoring softly, Logan knew that, if he wasn’t very careful, they’d be awake soon enough. Insomnia and poor sleeping habits made both of them into very light sleepers.

Which made the whole ‘not waking them as he fell apart’ thing a little difficult.

Slowly, Logan lifted Remy’s arm off of himself, tucking it against his partner’s side. Remy stirred at the movement, and Logan immediately froze, holding his breath as well as he could until Remy seemed to have settled back down.

He pushed himself up, careful not the creak the mattress too much as he quietly jumped over Remy. He hit the ground quietly enough, the result of having pulled this move off many times for happier reasons- usually to escape Remy trying to keep him in bed all day (and often being immediately caught a moment later by Virgil) or to get out so he could make a surprise breakfast for his partners. Using it in such unpleasant circumstances was grim, but if it worked…

Logan was careful as he crept out of the bedroom, well aware of exactly where the hazards and noisy spots were. He moved towards the dresser first, claiming his glasses before moving towards his escape. The door was tricky- it always squealed halfway through opening. Even opening it as little as possible, it still whined, and Logan winced, quickly turning back towards the bed to see if either of his loves had awakened.

Remy remained on their side, motionless and facing away from him, but Virgil had moved, face scrunched up as he reached out for the warmth that had left when Logan did, but his eyes thankfully still closed. Logan waited in the doorway as he watched Virgil grope about, letting out a small breath of relief when he found Remy’s arm and tugged them closer. With luck, he’d assume that Remy was Logan and fall back asleep, paying no mind to the lack of a third body in their shared bed.

Feeling secure in a successful escape, Logan slipped fully out of the bedroom, padding down the hallway towards the kitchen. He wiped impatiently at the drying tear tracks on his cheeks, happy that, at the very least, his sobbing had sorted itself out.

All he had to do now was get a drink of water, wash his face, take a breath, and go back to bed, pretending like nothing happened. Because that was the truth of the matter- nothing had happened! Nothing at all! It had just been some stupid nightmare- hell, was it even bad enough to be called a nightmare? Logan really didn’t think so.

After all, it had been bland- just him, him in some void of a place, all alone. Which was fine, what did he care, the only thing that even mattered a little was the odd lingering feeling dream-him had, the feeling that earlier he hadn’t been alone, that earlier Virgil and Remy had been there, but they were gone by the time the dream started, gone because they didn’t want to be there, gone because they didn’t want to be with Logan, gone because they had left him because they didn’t want him couldn’t deal with him couldn’t be with someone they didn’t love-

Logan stopped in the doorway to the kitchen, hand coming up to his mouth again as another sob tried to bubble out- this time not to muffle himself (the kitchen was down the hall from the bedroom, he was plenty far, he hoped) so much as to stop the sobbing before it could start up again.

Because it was pointless, really, to be crying over some stupid dream that wasn’t even real, that he knew wasn’t real and therefore didn’t matter to him at all, that didn’t mean anything because it was just. a. dream.

His body, however, wasn’t getting the message, and his attempts to stop his sobs were failing. All he could manage was keeping them quiet, even as he leaned against the kitchen doorway and slid down it, hitting the floor not-so-gently as he continued to remind himself why this all was just stupid.

Stupid, pointless, not even real, just a dream, get over yourself, even if it was real you could deal with it, this is stupid, whiny, emotional, this is-

“Honey?”

Logan froze at the sound of his partner’s voice. Why were they awake? He had been so careful- and they needed their sleep, why would they have come after him-

Remy was already dropping down to crouch next to him. They looked odd like this- hair messy instead of carefully arranged, sunglasses no where in sight, wearing baggy shirt and shorts instead of their fitting jacket and jeans- but they also looked soft, so Logan didn’t mind. At least, they normally looked soft- right now, forehead creased, eyes worried, they looked unhappy, and Logan hated that.

Logan opened his mouth to speak, but a sob came out instead, and even though he slapped his hand over his mouth as soon as it slipped out Remy had still heard it, their eyes only going wider in worry. They reached out, placing their hands on Logan’s shoulders. When he didn’t react, they started moving their hands over his arms, grounding, comforting, familiar.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay, shh, you’re okay, I’m here, you’re safe, you’re okay, darling it’s alright, you’re alright.”

“Why are you awake?” Logan managed to ask, this time successfully stifling the sob that tried to slip out instead. There were still tears running down his face, yes, but it was dark- he could probably convince Remy it was just a trick of the light, convince them that Logan was fine, that they could go back to bed and Logan would be there soon enough, completely fine, as if nothing had happened (because, in Logan’s mind, nothing had).

“I woke up when you opened the door.” Remy answered, still running their hands over Logan’s arms soothingly. “Virgil did too. I thought you were just going to get water, but he said you looked upset.”

“I’m fine.”

Remy chuckled, but they sounded pained. “Babes, you’re crying on the kitchen floor at two am in the morning. This isn’t fine.”

“I’ll be fine.” Logan corrected. “You should- you can go back to bed, I’ll be there in a moment.”

“Then I can wait a moment so that we can go back to bed together.” Remy told him, one hand moving from Logan’s arm to cup his cheek, thumb wiping away some of his tears. “I know how you react to these things, love, and I’m not going to leave you alone to repress and ignore your problems away.”

“Go to bed, I’ll be fine.” Logan repeated, turning his head away from Remy and the hand cupping his cheek. He closed his eyes, as if pressing them shut would stop the flow of tears, would make Remy be sleeping again, would put everything back to a few minutes ago when everything- as far as his partners were aware- was fine, would make it so neither of them had to deal with him now, deal with him like this.

And that was the really ugly part of all this, the reason why he couldn’t just shake the thought, shake the stupid nightmare that wasn’t real- because it could be real, so easily, so easy that Logan was surprised it wasn’t real already, because his partners must have made some mistake when they picked him and every day that passed that they didn’t undo it was a miracle to him.

Because they were so- so feeling, Remy so lively and real and carefree, and Virgil may often be stuck in the throes of his anxiety but when he wasn’t he was so alive and bright and happy in his own way it was nearly infectious, and then there was Logan, Logan who had as many feelings as a worm and smushed them all down to the point they barely existed anyways, until all he was was stupid pointless outbursts and annoyance and waking up his partners who needed to sleep and not worry about him or his stupid fake unrealistic problems that came in the form of night time terrors and sobs he just couldn’t silence-

“-gan? Logan, I need you to breathe for me.”

Breathe? Why did he need to breathe? Wasn’t he already breathing? Why was Virgil (and when did Virgil get here?) asking him to breathe when he was already-

Oh.

He wasn’t breathing.

That was why.

He tried to do as Virgil asked, tried to take a breath in (since apparently at some point he had stopped), but it got stuck halfway up his throat, choking him instead. He bent over as he coughed, someone squeezing his hand reassuringly as he did so, Virgil still in front of him. Virgil took Logan’s free hand and pressed it against his chest.

“Breathe.” Virgil repeated, taking a deep breath as he spoke. Logan knew what he was doing- over-exaggerating his breaths so that Logan could follow them. Logan was more than grateful for the gesture.

It took a few minutes of Virgil coaching him through the breathing exercise and Remy- who Logan had finally identified as the one holding his hand- murmuring reassurances before Logan finally got his breathing under control. As soon as he did, Logan ducked his head, refusing to meet Virgil’s focused and earnest yet incredibly worried eyes any longer.

“Hey, Lo, can you look at me?”

Logan ignored Virgil’s polite ask. His boyfriend sighed before softly cupping Logan’s cheek. He didn’t force Logan to look up, however. “Can I see your pretty face, love?”

“Don’t want to.” Logan murmured, shaking his head minutely against Virgil’s palm.

“Alright.” Virgil responded easily, still cupping Logan’s cheek. “Can you tell me what’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” Logan said. “I’m fine.”

“You already tried that, hun.” Remy pointed out, words accusatory though his tone was only gentle. “And if I didn’t believe you before you had a panic attack, I’d definitely not believe you now.”

“I’ll be fine.” Logan said instead, well aware he was just repeating what he had told Remy earlier, hoping it would work this time. “I’ll be fine, just- you can just go back to bed, I’m sorry I woke you-”

“We’re not going back to bed until we know what’s wrong.” Virgil said, calmly but firmly. His hand remained against Logan’s cheek, thumb now rubbing a circle right beneath his eye. “And something’s pretty clearly wrong.”

“And whatever it is, you can tell us, sweetheart.” Remy added. “We won’t be angry, or upset, or anything. We just want to know what’s hurting you.”

“It’s stupid.” Logan told them bitterly.

Virgil clicked his tongue. “If it’s got you this worked up, it’s not stupid. And even if it were, I’d still want to hear it. We can’t help you til we know why you need help, starshine.”

Logan didn’t respond to that, allowing the conversation to be overtaken by silence. Remy and Virgil seemed to be alright with it, Virgil continuing to rub circles against Logan’s face and Remy continuing to ground him by squeezing his hand, neither of them showing any signs of stopping soon.

“…I had a dream.” Logan finally admitted after a good five minutes had passed, forced to accept that nothing he said would get his partners to simply give up on him (and a horribly illogical part of him spoke up too, saying this meant not escape but comfort, but Logan ignored that part). He cleared his throat. “A nightmare, actually.”

Both his partners made a noise of upset. “What was it about?” Virgil asked.

“Nothing, which is why it’s so stupid.” Logan lamented, angry at himself. “It was just me, sitting around doing nothing.”

“Is that all?” Virgil asked, gently prying, clearly unbelieving that there was nothing more to the nightmare.

“Yes!” Logan said, snapping, not at them but at the general idea of such a thing having brought him so low. “That was all- I was just there, minding my own business, alone, alone because-” Logan cut himself off, ignoring the lump that was starting to reform in his throat.

“Because what?” Remy pushed, quietly.

Logan swallowed. “Because-” He could say this, it wasn’t that hard, just the truth, “because you- you two had- you weren’t actually there I just knew that- that you had- you had left.”

Something that had just barely been fixed broke inside of Logan as he said that, and suddenly he was crying again, which really wasn’t making him feel any less stupid. Now, however, his partners were here, Virgil moving to hold Logan’s face with both his hands, gently wiping away the tears but not minding if he missed some; Remy’s grip moved from his hand to his waist, their arms wrapping around him and holding him comfortingly close.

“Shh, darling, handsome, honey-love, it’s okay, it’s alright.” Remy murmured, laying their forehead against the side of Logan’s head, a warm and real reminder that they were there. “No wonder you were upset, sweetness, I’d be upset too.”

“And it’s not stupid.” Virgil added, taking a moment to tuck Logan’s hair behind his ears so that Virgil could see his eyes. “Being left behind by people you care about is terrifying, Lo.”

“But it wasn’t real.” Logan protested, his voice raw and ugly from crying as he spoke. “It was just an illusion, a product of my mind, and you two are- you’re here, now, and not gone- yet- not gone and-”

“We’re not gone ever.” Virgil corrected. “You’re stuck with us forever.”

“I don’t know why…” Logan muttered, looking downwards, as if that would hide his comment.

“Because we love you, ya dork.” Remy said, voice light but sincere. “Because you’re cute and you make nerdy science jokes and have our favorite meals memorized even though you can’t cook and you’re the best at giving surprise cheek kisses and while it’s really stupid you’re always trying to be admirable and deal with your issues alone, which- like I said- is stupid, but sweet in theory.”

“Don’t want to bother you-”

“And you’re not.” Virgil cut him off, pressing a kiss to his forehead. “You’re our very beloved boyfriend, Logan. If you’re hurting, we want to help you. You’re never bothering us, especially not over something like this.”

Logan didn’t speak for a moment, processing what his partners had told him. He almost wanted to come back with a lie, almost wanted to look at it and find that their words were false and empty, but he didn’t find that- it was late, they were all tired, and yet their voices were real and honest, in a way that couldn’t be faked ten minutes after awakening.

With a sigh, Logan leaned his head forward, Virgil immediately moving up so that Logan’s head hit his shoulder. “I’m sorry.” He mumbled.

“Don’t be.” Virgil told him, starting to run his fingers through Logan’s hair. “You have nothing to be sorry for.”

“I was being illogical.”

“We all are sometimes, dearest.” Remy said soothingly.

Once more, silence fell upon the three of them, but it was more comfortable this time, Logan allowing himself to relax against both his partners as they held him. The nightmare was still playing in the background of his mind, but it didn’t hold as much sway over him now, the loneliness of the false memory nothing against the warmth of his reality.

“Should we relocate?” Virgil asked after a good five minutes had passed, still combing through Logan’s hair. Logan had started to lean more and more heavily against him, slowly but surely falling back into the embrace of sleep.

Logan nodded against Virgil’s shoulder, humming tiredly. Crying took too much effort.

Virgil just chuckled. “Babe, you wanna pick up our moonbeam?”

“Of course.” Remy said, quietly but happily. There was some shifting around Logan- part of which involved him removing his head from the crook of Virgil’s neck- before he was settled in Remy’s arms, his partner holding him close against their chest.

“No offense, babe, but you look worse than I do when I haven’t had my coffee.” Remy teased as they carried Logan back towards their room, Virgil following behind.

“Oh, don’t be mean to him.”

“I’m just saying!”

Logan hummed again and pushed himself closer to Remy. “Shhhh.”

“Aw, sleepy nerd.”

Virgil gently slapped their arm for that one, Remy chuckling soundlessly before leaning over and giving Virgil a kiss. “Love you too.”

Finally, they reached their bedroom once more, Virgil pulling Logan’s glasses off for him as Remy settled him down on the bed.

“And this time-” Remy got on the bed as well, barely a second between them letting Logan go and them pulling him close against their chest once more, “you’re going to sleep until noon.”

“That’s too late.” Logan protested sleepily.

“And you’ve had a rough night.” Virgil said, climbing in behind Logan and wrapping his arms around both him and Remy. “You can have a little bit of sleeping in. As a treat.”

“That’s grammatically horrible.”

Virgil just laughed quietly and kissed the top of Logan’s head. “Go to sleep, nerd. Worry about my grammar in the morning.”

And, surrounded by the solid, real warmth of his partners who had no intentions of going anywhere, Logan did.

#analosleep #ts virgil #ts logan #ts remy #ts sleep #hewo anon #the cryptid speaks #the cryptid answers #sorry this took so long to write #and sorry it sucks ajdhbjfds #I don't like it much but eh #nb!remy #also completely unedited because we die like men

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fyeahgrayluweek · 7 years

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2017, GRAYLU WEEK: explanations & ideas

And yes, this year we also provide you all with some explanations and ideas for the prompt set of graylu week. But no worries, you still can use your own prompts if you have something else in your mind!

Be free! Be creative! Let’s spread the graylu love! (*＾∇＾)ﾉﾟ･*:.｡.☆

grey ★ﾟloud ★ﾟordinary ★ﾟtremble ★ﾟplayground ★ﾟfragrance ★ﾟtrace ★ﾟmemorable moments ★ﾟlast day on earth

graylu family unite!

ᕙ( * •̀ ᗜ •́ * )人( * •̀ ᗜ •́ * )ᕗ

Day 1: GREY

GREY (GRAY) - /ˈɡreɪ/

Adjective: grey

>> of a color intermediate between black and white, as of ashes or an overcast sky.

>> dull and nondescript; without interest or character.

Synonyms: silvery, charcoal, cloudy, colorless, indistinct, monochrome, etc.

Noun: grey

>> gray color or pigment

>> a gray thing or animal, in particular a gray or white horse.

Verb: grey

>> (especially of hair) become gray with age.

IDEAS:

~ There is a grey area between heaven and hell where god sends people he doesn’t know how to deal with. Describe what you did to get there. [ x ]

~ You live in a world where angels, who have white wings, hate demons, who have black wings and vice versa. You have grey wings… [ x ]

~ Imagine your OTP having a night to themselves where they just drop everything and explore the city together: looking at the city lights, bonding, finding secret hideaways in the city, and just being happy. [ x ]

~ Imagine your OTP living in a world where the world is black and white until you meet your soul mate and becomes b&w when they die. One day, Person A bumps into Person B by accident and their entire world lights up.

Imagine Person A being at work and suddenly their world becomes black and white. [ x ]

~ Your OTP being really in love even when they are old, doing stuff that young couples do like having dates at different restaurants, staying up all night, talking about the sweet and the sour, some PDA like holding hands and kissing. Their children telling them about the fact that they are not young anymore but they don’t care. [ x ]

Day 2: LOUD

LOUD - /laʊd/

Adjective

>> Producing or capable of producing much noise; easily audible

Synonyms: noisy, blaring, booming, deafening, roaring, thunderous, thundering, ear-splitting, ear-piercing, etc.

Adverb

>> With a great deal of volume

IDEAS

~ The only hope the kingdom has rests with a beautiful witch, a very loud princess, a clumsy thief, and a fairy that likes to set things on fire. [ x ]

~ “The guy living below me has a really loud alarm clock that always wakes me up at the ass crack of dawn” AU [ x ]

~ Person A getting startled by the New Year’s fireworks–not being fond of loud noises. Person B pulls them in for a deep kiss, completely distracting them from the exploding lights filling up the night sky. [ x ]

~ Imagine your OTP where A and B are dating, but person B doesn’t voice their feelings much. One day, person B is cursed/drinks a truth serum and has to say everything they think about out loud. Person B starts saying “I love you” and other super cheesy shit to person A every five minutes. Person A enjoys it very much. [ x ]

~ Person A is trying to study but Person B is feeling really horny and frequently teases Person A to at least make out with them. Person B goes through all sorts of shenanigans like waltzing around the room naked, narrating everything they’re doing to themselves, thinking out loud about what lingerie they should wear to bed, etc. What happens next is up to you. OT3 Bonus: Person C hears Person B’s attempts at seduction and goes to see what’s going on. [ x ]

Day 3: ORDINARY

ORDINARY - /ˈôrdnˌerē/

Adjective

>> Not different or special or unexpected in any way; usual

Synonyms: normal, standard, typical, common, customary, habitual, routine, day-to-day, etc.

IDEAS

~ One day your friend gives you a nice-looking pen they found lying around, because they know you love to write. Then once you start using it, you realize it’s no ordinary pen. It can backspace, undo/redo, cut, copy, and paste writing. It can even select sections to highlight, change color, font or size, change line spacing, etc. Like a computer. But in real life. With real writing. [ x ]

~ Imagine your OTP leading double lives–by day, they are ordinary, mild-mannered ducks. By night, crime-fighting secret agents. (Whether they know about each other’s identities or not is up to you.) [ x ]

~ Imagine Person B of your OTP accidentally slapping Person A when going in for a high five and spending the rest of the day nursing Person A and making sure they are okay. Person A is constantly going “It’s fine” and “Don’t worry”, which only makes Person B care for them more. [ x ]

~ Imagine your OTP sitting next to each other on the subway/bus/train everyday. In the beginning, it was unintentional, but soon, they started to make sure that they were seated next to each other–although they didn’t know that the other was doing the same.

This continues until one of them gets the guts to talk to the other. Or maybe Person A one saves a seat for the other on a busy day. Perhaps Person B falls asleep on A. Who knows? [ x ]

~ Imagine Person A of your OTP, the one who usually enjoys slow and romantic sex, begging Person B to do them so hard that they forget their name. [ x ]

Day 4: TREMBLE

TREMBLE - /ˈtrembəl/

Verb

>> Shake involuntarily, typically as a result of anxiety, excitement, or frailty.

Noun

>> A trembling feeling, movement, or sound.

>> A physical or emotional condition marked by trembling.

IDEAS

~ Imagine Person A of your OTP accidentally calling Person B a sweet name (i.e sweetie, love, cutie, babe) but they’re not in a relationship. Person A freaks out in embarrassment–you can decide how B reacts! [ x ]

~ Person A has chronic headaches and migraines that leave them bedridden whenever they come up. Person B tries to help by giving massages to Person A, and although they don’t really help with a migraine, A secretly loves them. [ x ]

~ Imagine your OTP doing the do one night. Person A secretly makes it their mission to make Person B come first. But on this particular night, Person A decides to do it especially hot and heavy. Person B’s moans, mewls, and utterances of Person A’s name makes Person A come first, ironically.

Person A is kind of pouty about it afterwards. [ x ]

~ Giving their child(ren) a bath [ x ]

~ Caught in a rainstorm in the middle of London at 1 AM (the only place to hide is a tea shop run by a meddling old biddie) [ x ]

Day 5: PLAYGROUND

PLAYGROUND - /ˈplāˌɡround/

Noun

>> An outdoor area provided for children to play on, especially at a school or public park.

>> A place where a particular group or people choose to enjoy themselves.

IDEAS

~ “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 [ x ]

~ Imagine your OTP as kids playing pretend going on a grand adventure on the playground. [ x ]

~ Imagine person A having to hold person B back from fighting another angry parent at the playground. [ x ]

~ You are one of the people who has to clean up the mess after fights between super heroes and villains. One day you find an item an especially powerful opponent dropped in the heat of the battle. [ x ]

~ Imagine your OTP trying to roleplay in the bedroom, but Person A keeps pointing out plot holes in the scenario that Person B suggested. [ x ]

Day 6: FRAGRANCE

FRAGRANCE - /ˈfrāɡrəns/

Noun

>> a pleasant, sweet smell

Synonyms: sweet smell, scent, perfume, bouquet, etc.

>> a perfume or aftershave

IDEAS

~ Person B showering at Person A’s house, quickly learning that they are a fan of frilly, fancy, fragrance items. Person B then spends the whole day at work smelling like a field of sweet strawberry marshmallow flowers to their coworkers. [ x ]

~ Person A is a baker right to next a coffee shop owned by Person B. Both come over to the shops and talk before opening and share countless amounts of flirts. [ x ]

~ Person B trying to find nice flowers for Person A. Person B ends up bringing back a mysterious bouquet of flowers that later on releases a powerful pheromone-like pollen, resulting in endless amounts of sex [ x ]

~ Imagine your favorite character coming up to kiss your cheek but they can’t help but notice your perfume and it just turns them on, so they spend the next five minutes intertwining their fingers in yours and holding your waist close to their hips while the kisses go from your cheek, to your jawline, to your neck, to your collarbones, and the scent of perfume mixes in the air until lust consumes the both of you. [ x ]

~ Modern magic [ x ]

Day 7: TRACE

TRACE - /trās/

Verb

>> Find or discover by investigation.

Synonyms: track down, find, discover, detect, unearth, turn up, hunt down, etc.

>> Copy (a drawing, map, or design) by drawing over its lines on a superimposed piece of transparent paper.

Synonyms: outline, map out, follow, sketch out, delineate, depict, show, indicate, etc.

Noun

>> A mark, object, or other indication of the existence or passing of something

Synonyms: vestige, sign, mark, indication, evidence, clue, etc.

>> A very small quantity, especially one too small to be accurately measured.

IDEAS

~ “You disappeared without a trace three years ago, why the hell are you at my doorstep at 3 AM and where have you- Oh my God your arm is bleeding, that looks really bad, quick come inside my house.” AU [ x ]

~ Imagine person A of your OTP is asleep. Person B isn’t asleep yet and holds A’s hand. B starts to trace shapes on the back of A’s hand. They draw a heart on A’s hand, and when they do, A whispers B’s name. B traces a square on A’s hand slowly, then a spiral, but they get nothing. They once again trace a heart onto A’s hand and again, A whispers B’s name. B smirks, thinking of ways they can tease A in the morning. [ x ]

~ Your OTP are good friends, slowly realizing their feelings for one another or being in denial when Person A disappears without a trace. Person B is first confused, then hurt that A would do this (bonus if they work in a secret organization and B now considers A a traitor). After years, A and B meet again, but A isn’t the same as before, acts secretive and seems close to someone else (might be brOTP or Person C of your OT3). B wants to know the truth, but it’s more traumatic than they expected. [ x ]

~ Imagine Person A is a professional detective that has taken on a new murder case. Person B is someone claiming to have information on the crime, resulting in B being interviewed by A.

Bonus points if Person B is sassy and flirty during the entire interview. [ x ]

~ “I rented the apartment above your flower shop and in the last two months you’ve gotten a new flower I’m allergic to so I keep buying bouquets until I can figure out which kind it is” AU [ x ]

Bonus Day: “MEMORABLE MOMENTS” or “LAST DAY ON EARTH”

For bonus day, it would be nice if you take them from the series (anime and/or manga). Memorable moments can be the light or cheerful one and last day on earth can be the dark and angst one hahahaha

But it’s up to you all to interpret the prompt set. Well, have fun and can’t wait to see your fanworks! *cheers*

:: graylu family unite! ::

♥ GRAYLU WEEK 2017: September 1 - 7 ♥

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