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anothertimdrakestan · 4 years

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Hot Stuff (Tim Drake x Reader)

Words: 3k

Req: “can you do a fic where the reader has to get protected and she doesn't want to and thinks it's dumb but like otherwise someone is gonna try to kill her so a batboy (of your choice) has to protect her and they like realize they like each other? i just think it would be really cute sorry haha you can ignore me.”

I’m not gonna ignore you!!! this is adorable! also i let ppl vote not knowing the prompt and they picked tim hehehe so this will be fun! you really left me a LOT of creative freedom lmao so i tried my best but had a lot of fun lolz hope you enjoy angel!

It had been at least 5 years since you had ever shivered. And the last time it happened you were like 20 seconds away from dying so the fact that it was becoming a common feeling was definitely a problem. But your near death every couple minutes was a pretty dumb excuse to get you holed up in the batcave being watched over by none other than Mr. Batman himself.

The whole problem arose when all the cold-powered super villains decided it was time for their equivalent of a crossover, deciding that if the world was frozen over they could... steal shit? Then unfreeze it or something? They were always a little slow (call it brain freeze if you will) but the beginnings of their plan worked and the temperature of the Earth was dropping steadily which didn’t bode well for a hero like you who’s powers revolved around heat and energy, the colder you got the weaker- making this the reason you were in a makeshift furnace set up discreetly in the Batcave.

“Morning y/n let’s see how you’re doing” Tim greeted you with a wave, grabbing a tablet that was tracking your internal body temperature and other boring statistics on whether or not you’d live. “Oh man, okay, lemme turn it up” Tim tapped at the tablet while you folded another paper airplane and threw it at the glass. “I feel fine man, like really, I’m just chilling” you shrugged, incinerating the paper airplane with a small flame in the center of your palm while Tim chuckled. “Well ya see, you ‘chilling’ is actually quite a bad thing, but yeah a couple minutes with extra heat and you can come to breakfast!” you rolled your eyes at his smothered laughter. “How long you been sitting on that one?” you teased him.

“Long enough Sparky, now warm up I’m hungry” Tim started you on a burst of energy while he moved on to the main BatComputer. “Whatcha solving today? Anything I can help with?” you squinted at the screen hoping for something interesting. “Bruce is going out to see if he can find the location of all the machines dropping the temp, and no, you’re definitely not going outside anytime soon” Tim chided you while you groaned and let sharp flames jutt from your clenched fists. “I’m not a child, I can regulate my temperature on my own, hell I can still make fire so clearly I’m fine” you said matter-of-factly holding up a flame and letting it dancing into a small burst.

“And I’d like to keep you that way y/n let’s not risk it, now c’mon I think you’ve taken in enough energy” Tim opened the door to your little glass room, his eyes widening at the heat that brushed over his face. “Dude you ever got hot in there?” Tim questioned, fanning his face from the exposure. “Nope, I’m kinda like that all the time” you explained, casually taking his hand to show him how your skin practically radiated heat. “Oh- wow, you’re really warm but it’s kinda cool.” Tim mumbled, pushing your palm flush up against his, the tops of his fingertips curling around yours while he grinned, “your hands are so small” you snorted, “whatever Drake, I could cook you like a bird if I wanted to,” you laughed, racing up the steps towards the kitchen ready to warm up some breakfast.

That afternoon you were helping Damian through homework hoping for any excitement in the pure boredom. “Alright, done. I’m going to take Titus out you can come- uh actually nevermind.” Damian shot you an apologetic look before grabbing Titus’ collar. “No actually I can go! I’m super warm and got the go ahead!” You quickly stood up, telling yourself a little getaway was necessary. “Really? I believe Drake said-” you cut Damian off, “Tim is like never right about anything yaknow? Let’s go!” You zipped up a couple of your jackets with a grin while Damian led you outside.

The air was crisp, like a fall day that was on the verge of shifting into winter. “You’re not going to die on me are you?” Damian glanced at you while you breathed in the fresh air peacefully. “No haha, this is just regulating my temperature using my powers for a little while, I get ill when I do it for too long, let’s go!” you raced down the street loving the freedom even though you could feel the cold creep in.

“Y/n? Y/n? Guys I think her eyelids are moving! Y/N! Can you hear me?” a familiar voice buzzed over the white noise while you began to regain your senses. Slowly you blinked your eyes open to see Damian, who looked pissed, Bruce, who also looked pissed, and Tim, who looked worse than ever. “WHAT WERE YOU THINKING YOU LIED TO DAMIAN TO GO OUTSIDE THEN ALMOST DIED!” Tim was waving his hands and showing you charts of your warmth-cold ratios being at all time lows and spouting off concerning facts about your health while Bruce just looked at the ceiling asking ‘why me’.

“I thought I’d be fine” you whispered, feeling your throat scream at it’s use. “It’s like freezing outside- freakin colder than winter- and you wanted to go outside???” Tim looked exasperated, he was in a loose tank top and shorts, it looked like he’d been sweating so he had probably been next to you for a while during your recovery. “I didn’t think I’d get so cold” you mumbled, flexing your hands while you tried to regain your strength.

Eventually Tim calmed down, he went back to working on cases but you noticed him frequently checking to confirm you hadn’t left your new room. Damian chastised you for lying and told you how you essentially fainted a couple blocks into the walk, it was just way too cold too for you to function outside. But the small taste of freedom was worth it.

“Hey hot stuff,” Tim gave you a little devilish smile at his new nickname for you. “Cute Drake, but what’s up?” you called back as he approached your makeshift oven-room. “Nothing much just thought I’d come hangout- warm up your cold dark heart for once” you shook your head at all his heat-centered puns. “Tough talk for a glorified shish-kebab” you said with a laugh, letting a little spark dance on your finger tips.

“What does it feel like? The powers and being cold?” Tim asked, his eyes still staring at your palm. “Mhm it’s a part of me yaknow? So when it’s cold its like a piece of my being is being stifled, like choked out of me. But normally, it just flows through me and I can channel it and what not but right now it feels... rigid, like every ounce of warmth is being used to circulate through my own body” you said with a sign, missing the freedom and immense warmth. “We’re gonna fix this y/n you know that right? This is only temporary, I promise.” Tim whispered, inching closer to the glass.

You felt a tear slip out, quickly you pushed it away feeling it evaporate in your hands you looked up at Tim who was inches from the glass, his cheeks were red from the heat radiating on him as he stood bundled in a sweater. Slowly he gave you a hopeful smile, putting his hand up against the glass. With a small smile you uncurled your hand up to meet his, for a second you just met his eyes and knew you were safe. Even when everything seemed so cold Tim was warm, and he was always there for you.

A couple days later you were stable, but constantly needing reheating. You’d spent a lot of time with Tim who had set up a little workspace outside your room. He’d work on cases and talk to you, sometimes he’d catch a few minutes of sleep, his cheek pressed adorably up to the warm glass while you stifle giggles as his sleepy breaths fog the glass. Your situation was bearable with Tim, and you were really starting to enjoy his company.

“Red Robin we’ve got something” you watched Tim shoot up from his work as Bruce descended into the Batcave. “Barry Allen and the rest of Star Labs have reason to believe the frost machines aren’t actually underground, but their above us. Think pumping out cold air like an AC machine for the Earth” Tim nodded, sitting down at the batcomputer as he began typing rapidly. You were straining your neck against the glass to try to see what he was doing.

“Got it, try here, here, and here” Tim was pointing wildly at a map while Bruce sent out the coords. “Suit up, if we’re right this’ll be a real fight” Bruce said as he left to go get the others. After Tim was in his suit he came up next to your room with a grin. You looked at him with hopeful eyes, “you think this is it?” you asked Tim while he flashed you a hopeful smile. “I hope so y/n, if we’re lucky this will be it” he answered, taking a deep breath and clenching his hands into fists. “Well you need extra luck” you told him, he nodded then stopped short when you burst out of the room, throwing your arms around his neck, pulling him into a hug. “My hugs are super lucky” you whispered into his chest while his hands wrapped around your back. “I’ll take all the luck I can get” he mumbled, lowering his head into the crook of your neck. The hug was easy and perfect- until you started to shiver. Quickly Tim deposited you back into your room, turning up the heat.

“Guess I’m not hot enough for you” Tim snorted while you rubbed your shoulders. “Shut up dork, now go fix the world so I can give you a proper hug” you placed your hand against the glass again. With a nod he placed his hand to yours, “will do” he said, dashing off towards Bruce and Damian who were also all suited up.

“Y/n I must inform you they have in fact found the base and will be going into battle shortly” Alfred called from the computers while he monitored the team’s location. “Yes!” you shouted, pumping a fist in the air while you paced around your room.

The plan was clear, there were 10 giant AC machines pumping out the frost across the world, some heroes had been separated into teams each tasked with taking out their respective machine then any hero strong enough to lift the machines were in charge of bringing them to an undisclosed location on one of Bruce’s private islands for inspection and dismantling. Alfred had Bruce, Dick, Tim, and Damian’s vitals displayed on the screen as their suits were consistently monitoring them and you’d been craning your neck to keep track of the little bars. “god Alfie how do you take it? You can see every hit they take, every injury, you’re basically looking at it all going wrong!” you felt like tearing your hair out, watching the screen light up with every hit each boy took.

“You get used to it Ms. Y/n you must have faith that they’ve seen worse and can survive anything” Alfred answered cooly but it didn’t stop you from wincing everytime Tim’s bar lowered or lit up meaning he took a hit.

Over the comms you heard Bruce and Damian confirm their machine was sufficiently broken, as well as 8 of the other machines. As it turned out, Tim, Dick, and one of those annoying speedsters had been sent to the head machine, a few members of the league were at the other. You watched Tim take hit after hit, clearly him and Dick were struggling. “Alf is it just me or are Tim and Dick’s bars not going up” you were pounding at the glass of your room. Slowly Alfred nodded, abruptly standing up. To your shock he began moving around the cave, setting up what looked like a makeshift hospital room. “There will almost assuredly be some injuries after this battle. But how are you feeling Ms. Y/n as over half of the machines have been taken down” Alfred drew you away from the flashing bars as you realized you were feeling better, still not top shape but better than you’d been in days. “Yeah you’re right I’m definitely feeling better-”

“Hey Alfie Tim just got buried in snow any recommendations?” you heard Dick’s voice come over the speakers. Your head whipped to his bar which was flashing wildly as you shrieked. Alfred replied quickly, “Master Dick you must remove him immediately and wrap him with something warm as his suit cannot regulate him in freezing temperatures.” as he made his way back to the batcomputer, talking Dick through his next actions.

“Will do, he’ll be okay but he’s kinda a popsicle right now” Dick’s voice came over the comms again while you let out the breath you’d been holding in as you saw Tim’s bar sliding back up. Shortly after they were aided by the rest of the league, promptly taking out the final machine and finding the villains hiding inside.

Dick, Tim, and Damian returned to the cave shorty, Bruce was busy with league business interrogating the villains. Damian came in first, declaring he now hated the cold after how freezing that mission was. Following him was Dick who was walking with a slight limp as he called to Alfred explaining that he just twisted it when he dug Tim out of the snow. And last, Tim made his way into the cave. His hair was wet, clearly melted from being buried under snow. He was wearing a Star Labs sweatshirt and sweatpants as he held his waterlogged suit in his slightly shaky hands, and a towel was draped over his shoulders. “Alf you want my suit? Pretty sure I fried half the tech” he called as he shook his head, little water droplets flying from his hair. “I’ll see to it’s repair Master Tim” Alfred nodded, gesturing for Tim to place it next to him. “Also, might I recommend you spend some time with Miss Y/n as she is quite capable of warming you up” Alfred gestured towards your room before going back to examining Dick’s ankle.

Tim nodded in agreement, giving you a little wave as he stumbled into the room with you. Letting the relief flood your head you quickly brought him into a warm hug, focusing on pushing some of your energy forwards to warm him up. “Mhm” Tim’s eyelashes fluttered shut against your neck while he melted into your embrace. “You’re so cold” you whispered with a giggle. “Yeah and you’re really hot” Tim groaned in reply, though you could feel his lips curl into a smile against your neck. “I think you meant warm” you tried to ignore the butterflies having a rager in your stomach. “Hm no I said it right” Tim whispered in your ear making your eyes widen at his upfront response. “Oh, I- uh, thanks? I think you’re pretty cool- no not cool cuz like that’s the opposite of hot- yeah you’re-” you were silenced as Tim pressed his lips to yours. Your eyes shot open at the feeling of his ice cold lips pressed to yours but they quickly fluttered closed when his hand wrapped around the back of your head, pulling you deeper into the kiss. His lips quickly warmed up against yours making your breath hitch when he slipped a cold hand around your waist pulling you flush against him. His fingers felt like ice as they grasped your back but you couldn’t but melt into his touch.

You pulled away first, taking in gasping breaths while you couldn’t help but grin. “You warm yet?” you teased, pulling his hand away from your back and placing your hand in his, giving it a warm squeeze. “Mhm one more kiss” he pouted, leaning down to place a smiling kiss onto your lips while you scrunched your nose. “I should seriously freeze to death more often if it means I get to kiss you” Tim said while you rolled your eyes. “Or you could just not die and I might give you a good-job kiss?” you offered with a grin. “Will do” Tim nodded, giving your hand a squeeze.

“Goodbye oven!” you shouted, practically kicking the door open as you finally got to leave the cramped room behind. Just a day later the Earth had returned to average temperature and you were free. “I am SO ready to go home, not that I didn’t like it here” you said, giving Tim a little smile as Bruce return all your belongings after a little over a week in Bat-Solitude. “Come back soon though?” Tim piped up with a hopeful looks. “Definitely, I won’t give you the cold shoulder” you snorted at your own joke while Damian groaned, saying something about being happy he’ll be free of your puns.

Tim walked you out, chatting your ear off about his next cases and all the time he had to come see you, over the course of the frozen-adventure you’d found a best friend and possibly something more, maybe the oven was worth it after all?

“Okay, so I’ll see you in a couple days?” you grinned as Tim nodded. “Yup! Now before you go, I need another good luck hug- they definitely work wonders seeing as last time I got buried in snow” Tim laughed, wrapping his arms around you as he chuckled into the hug. “Not my fault you turned into a snowman Drake” You gave him a squeeze before pulling away, locking eyes with him. His hand slipped to your chin again, but this time you wrapped your hands around his neck, pulling him in for a goodbye kiss, loving the way sparks danced on your lips. Pulling out of the kiss as the car arrived Tim opened the door for you like the gentleman he is, giving your hand a squeeze.

“See you later hot stuff” Tim winked at you, shutting the door and waving as you drove away, shaking your head at his never ending puns, you smiled to yourself as soon as he was out of view, loving the idea that you’d get to tease that cute dork for the rest of your life.

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isthisthingeven0n · 4 years

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star shopping : j.w

brief summary: for your birthday, jeff got you something you always dreamed of, even if you’re not around to experience it.

word count: 1.3k requested: like kinda? but kinda not. so its from the anon ask thing of ‘give me a fic title and i’ll create an idea’ and the one i created for star shopping was too cute to not write warnings: kinda angsty, sad fluff

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“Go on, open it,” Jeff smiles as you sit upright in bed, taking the small bag from him as you happily remove the tissue paper.

“You’ve outdone yourself once again, babe.” You chuckle, motioning to the effort he has put into the packaging before you lift out a framed image.

Watching you closely, Jeff can see the light in your eyes twinkle, something he’s loved since the first time he ever met you. “What do you think?” Jeff speaks up after a long pause, seeing you take in what is in front of you.

Averting your gaze from the framed image, tears glisten in your eyes. “You really did this, for me?” Your voice cracks as Jeff quickly leans closer, resting his hand on your cheek as he softly chuckles.

“I know how much you love them, baby. I had to get you one.” He tells you before leaning in to kiss you, never wanting to let go.

Until he opened his eyes and the heavy breaths from Nerf were hitting his skin.

Slowly sitting upright, Jeff glances to the bare side of the bed, still untouched. “Just a dream.” He mumbles to himself, burying his head in his hands. “It was just a dream.” He repeats, despite the fact it felt so real. It felt like you were there with him, just how things used to be.

As his morning carries on, all Jeff can think about is your reaction. The dream he had didn’t do it justice, he couldn’t feel the warmth of your skin or the bitterness of your tears against his lips. All he wants is to hold you close, and never let you go.

“Hey, you ready to go?” Scott peers in through Jeff’s room where Jeff remains seated in front of your old dressing table.

Your makeup and perfume remain untouched as dust begins to collect on the items, but your scent still lingers.

“I, I’ll be a minute.” Jeff replies in a hushed tone, not even lifting his gaze from the framed photograph of you both from your third anniversary, unaware you wouldn’t make it to Christmas when he had planned to propose.

“Okay, just, we’re all here, you know.” Scott comments with a tight-lipped smile, watching as Jeff silently nods before the door closes, leaving Jeff with his thoughts once more.

“Thank you all for coming,” Jeff starts as all your friends stand with him on the beach as the waves crash in the distant. “this was Y/n’s favourite place to visit, even if she complained about the amount of sand that would end up in her clothes or shoes, or even in her boobs.” He chuckles, and a series of soft laughter follows suit.

Looking out, past everyone Jeff smiles as the moonlight reflects on the ripples of the ocean. It was nights like these that always felt special between you both, moments where no one else mattered, whatever was said was kept between you and the sea.

“But regardless, she loved it here.” Jeff smiles to himself, picturing you beside him, holding his hand. “On one of our first dates, Y/n told me about her love for the stars and the universe. How everything happened for a reason.” Jeff explains, looking at all the glossy eyes and sad smiles. “I told her about how I went to prison, and if that was part of this ‘plan.’“ Jeff chuckles, remembering how you weren’t phased by his past.

You sat with Jeff on the edge of the beach, just past the rock wall, telling him it made him who he is now. And without that, who knows what would’ve happened.

“Sometimes, only sometimes I questioned her logic. And now, I question it more than ever.” Jeff pauses, swallowing the lump in his throat as David steps forward, but Jeff raises his hand and nods, he’ll carry on for now.

Averting his gaze from everyone around him, Jeff focuses on the sky as all the stars are out to watch him, help him make it through this speech in honour of you.

“Today is Y/n’s birthday, and I wanted her to have something that would be unique. She was something else, unlike anyone I had ever met and brought so much light into my life. I wanted to find something to reflect that, and I got her a star.” Jeff’s voice trembles as he lifts his hand up, pointing up to the sky. “Just past the moon, three stars to the left, that’s Y/n.”

Whilst everyone focuses on the sky, trying to pinpoint said star, Jeff wipes his eyes.

“And she’s beautiful, just like she always was.” His voice cracks and Natalie rushes over, resting her hand on Jeff’s back as she passes him a tissue. “And will be.” Jeff whispers to himself, hoping somewhere you can hear him.

“You did great, Jeff.” Natalie mutters. “Y/n would be really proud of you.” She comments as tears fall from her eyes.

Taking a moment, Jeff inhales deeply before composing himself once more. “Y/n, she er, she’ll never be forgotten.” Jeff wants to finish his speech, for you, but his hands start to shake and everyone’s eyes on him feel like they’re piercing through his skin. “She, she’ll always be the light of my night, guiding me through.” He forces the words out as he falls to the ground, tears streaming down his cheeks as he bites his tongue, holding the sob back that wracks through his body.

Without glancing up, Jeff knows his friends are closer to him, standing guard. “It’s okay, Jeff,” Todd whispers as Jeff grips Todd’s shirt as his silent whimpers subside into quiet sobs. “you did her justice.”

“Come on, I’ll drive him home.” Natalie calls out as Todd helps Jeff across the beach, not daring to look back at the sky.

“You think he’ll be okay on his own?” Natalie frets as Todd closes the door to Jeff’s house, noting the withering flowers that once bloomed.

Todd sighs as he wraps his arm around Natalie, guiding her back to her car. “I hope so,” He answers truthfully. “I think it’ll just take time.”

Back inside of the house, Jeff sits in the kitchen, nursing a glass of scotch. Yet all he can see in the brown liquid is the moonlight pouring through the large windows.

When you both picked the house, you adored the big windows, allowing as much natural light to radiate through the floors. You hated feeling claustrophobic, and this eased that fear. But now it felt like a taunt as Jeff downed the last of the scotch before throwing the glass at the window, shattering the scotch glass into pieces.

The sound of Nerf barking alerts Jeff, snapping him out of his anger for what happened.

“Nerf? Shut the fuck up, bud.” Jeff grumbles, but Nerf persists from upstairs.

Sighing heavily, Jeff traipses up the stairs, finding Nerf looking out from the balcony in your shared bedroom.

“Nerf?” Jeff calls out, seeing his dog situated happily on the wooden panels as he looks up at the sky as the moonlight illuminates the grey fur on his chubby face. “Come on in, bud.” Jeff motions as he stands in the doorway of the balcony, but Nerf simply whines.

Admitting defeat, Jeff sits down beside his old dog, looking up at the sky and focuses on your star.

“I know, I miss her too.” Jeff speaks up as Nerf lowers his head, lying down next to Jeff as he rests his head on Jeff’s leg. “But she’s looking out for us, just up there.” Jeff smiles softly as he points up to the sky, but Nerf is out of it for the night.

Remaining in silence for a few minutes, Jeff takes everything in. He’s not been on the balcony since you passed, everything just hurt too much. But maybe this was part of the ‘plan’ you always talked about.

Maybe healing won’t be as painful as Jeff has pictured it being, but you’ll be there, whether he can see you or not.

“Happy birthday, Y/n.” Jeff mutters as a tear falls down his cheek as he focuses on your star, swearing he can see it twinkle like the light in your eyes, one last time.

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frickfracksnatchisback · 4 years

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Do you think you could male some hcs for snatch and mj with a s/o who has a messed up sleep schedule? Like theyll stay up late at night and sleep through most of the day?

Ah, so an S/O with a sort of insomnia? Or, like you said, just a messed up sleeping schedule adsfghjk (AKA: Like me, guilty as charged!) And of course! I’ll even throw in some general sleeping HCs with the ghosties for ya!

Both Snatcher and Moonjumper make sure to ask S/O, everyday, if they got enough sleep last night. Snatcher, being the tsundere he is, says he just wouldn’t want them passing out on the job, of course. But both him and Moonjumper want to make sure that S/O is getting the right amount of sleep. If not, both ghosts will drop whatever they’re doing and give S/O some time to rest. They’ll tuck S/O in, if they so desire, or either ghost can just sleep right beside S/O, watching them to make sure they get enough sleep (ghosts don’t necessarily need sleep, but either Snatcher or Moonjumper will fall asleep next to S/O if they feel relaxed enough or if it helps S/O with sleeping)

Both Snatcher and Moonjumper pull out all the works if that’s what it takes for S/O to get to sleep. Moonjumper makes S/O a pillow fort, with star-patterned sheets (that even glow in the dark!) as the roof, and only the fluffiest, coziest pillows and blankets. With a giant heap of pillows inside the fort along with a comfy nest of blankets, Moonjumper offers to tuck S/O in and cuddle next to them while the rest. With Snatcher, he feels like there’s no comfier place than his armchair, having S/O curled up in his lap, wrapped up snugly in a blanket burrito while he reads, or maybe even sing, to them to get them to sleep. But if that isn’t comfortable enough, Snatcher can shapeshift into his full size (which is 20 frickin feet), lay down somewhere comfortable, and just let S/O just sleep on top of him, with him wrapping his arms around them and letting them use his, now almost giant, floof as a pillow.

If S/O keeps themselves up at night because of any electronics (you know who you are, person reading this), Snatcher has a nasty habit of stealing it, whether it be a phone, game console, etc., and hiding it/keeping it hostage until S/O finally gets some decent rest. He never admits to doing it, of course, claiming that S/O must have misplaced it. But isn’t it strange how S/O always manages to find it again once they get enough sleep? Hmm... (also, if S/O is determined enough, Snatcher might just decide to be a mega jerk and switch off the wifi, because of course he would)

If S/O’s sleep deprivation is due to them being an insomniac, Moonjumper, luckily, has a solution to that! I’ve mentioned it briefly before, but Moon actually has the ability to hypnotize! He doesn’t use it often, but if S/O is struggling with getting enough sleep, Moon will offer to hypnotize them so they can rest peacefully. But only if they ask, otherwise, Moonjumper will just offer to sing them to sleep. He’ll hold S/O close in his arms, with them being wrapped up in their favorite blankets, and sing to them softly to lull them to sleep, brushing through S/O’s hair softly and doting over how peaceful they look while they sleep.

Going back to Snatcher, if stealing S/O’s electronics wasn’t enough, he also hides all their stashes of caffeine. Basically, any coffee or caffeinated drinks that S/O usually drinks to keep themselves awake? Yeah, all of those have suddenly disappeared. Snatcher, however, will offer them a substitution with a glass of warm milk, hot cocoa, or tea, usually chamomile tea, instead! (Moonjumper also offers S/O a nice cup of tea if they’re feeling sleepy, but he doesn’t resort to hiding all the caffeine like Snatcher does)

Both ghosts try to get S/O on a decent sleep schedule, setting them a bed time and even giving them napping periods throughout the day. It isn’t easy of course, but they try their best, reminding S/O of when they should get some sleep. Snatcher even stops S/O before they go to complete their contracts, and Moonjumper prepares a sleeping space for S/O if they really need it. And if they really need to, if S/O is too tired to walk properly, Snatcher/Moonjumper will offer to carry S/O, before bringing them to their sleeping space and tucking them in. They’ll leave S/O be until they’ve gotten enough rest, or sleep beside them until the morning comes.

If S/O’s sleep deprivation is due to excessive nightmares or night terrors, both Snatcher and Moonjumper will be by their side in case they wake up. Snatcher/Moonjumper will cradle S/O in their arms and, if it was an especially bad dream, shush them gently and reassure them that everything’s alright and they promise not to leave them. And since the ghosts don’t need to sleep, they’ll offer to stay awake and help S/O if they start having another nightmare (or, in worse case scenario, a case of sleep paralysis), whispering to them that everything will be alright and that they promise to keep them safe.

Alternatively, even though they don’t need sleep, even the ghosts get tired every once and awhile. Snatcher and Moonjumper find it very touching when S/O takes them by the hand, telling them they need some sleep, and even offer to cuddle with them. With Snatcher, he’s always over-working himself, denying that he needs rest and putting his work first. But if S/O forces him to take a nap and offers to rest with him, Snatcher doesn’t hesitate to curl himself around S/O like a snake and finally, finally get some much needed rest, nuzzling against S/O and hugging them close like they were a plushie, purring in his sleep. With Moonjumper, he’ll also try and deny that he needs rest, wanting to spend more time with S/O. But when S/O insists, he’ll admit defeat and sleepily ask for cuddles, cuddling up to S/O’s chest and falling asleep right then and there, because he feels so safe and at peace when they’re in his arms and vise versa. (Both might occasionally mumble S/O’s name in their sleep, smiling and/or giggling afterwards)

(This isn’t an original HC of mine, it belongs to @/fedoraspooky, the inspiration from this post!) Very rarely, Snatcher will shapeshift back into his human form (AKA: The Prince) in his sleep without knowing. The first time S/O mentions it, he denies it, of course. But once he starts becoming more comfortable around them, he’ll accept it and shapeshift into his human form when he want more intimate cuddles, holding them close and sleepily telling them how much he loves them. (He stills purrs when S/O brushes their hands through his hair though, and it’s adorable!)

(Since I’m personally a sucker for Moonjumper having legs) When Moon has legs and he’s sleeping with S/O, sometimes he wraps his legs around theirs in his sleep. Sometimes it’s a bit of an awkward position, especially if the two of them are spooning/cuddling, but it’s also kinda cute! Moonjumper is especially a big hugger and cuddler in his sleep, even though he’s not really aware of it afterwards. And if S/O offer to sleep next to Moonjumper, and they somehow wake up before he does? They’d better prepare to be there for the next hour or so, because Moon will have a tight grip on them in his sleep. On the plus side though, he make the most adorable noises in his sleep, humming and breathing softly (even though he doesn’t need to breath), sometimes nuzzling closer to S/O for warmth and letting out a sigh.

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sadwsocc · 4 years

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Insecurities & Flowers [Kozume Kenma x reader]

Warnings: kinda pessimistic reader

Genre: fluff (hopefully)

Word count: 3,042 words

A/n: stop writing at midnight, socc pls. And also in all honestly I do not remember a single thing I wrote here so uh,,,, enjoy

It was Valentine’s Day, the one day you always found annoying and why so one would ask? It was the day where everyone in your friend group —you excluded— would get confessions from guys around school; while you on the other hand, got none. You never really minded it though, love wasn’t something that would come across your mind often, but when the pity glances you get from your friends quadruple on valentines, you were bound to get annoyed.

While you never got any chocolates, you made them, for yourself and your friends. It was somewhat of a ritual for you all, everyone making a batch for each other, added with cute notes about how thankful you all were to have each other, it was sweet and you liked them very much. You even decided that this year, you would one up your little presents. You spent hours after school sitting on your study desk cutting out cards and drawing on them, adding on long notes of gratitude and such until the dead of night.

Giving it all out to your friends, they all smiled and thanked you, even going as far as to hug you while you stand there awkwardly and chuckled it off. After the exchange of gifts, you all in all had gotten a handful of sweets and chocolates and even a few small folded up notes.

You were that one person all somewhat popular friend groups would have, like a supporting role and it sometimes made you feel down about it but the overwhelming love and support they’d give you was surprisingly nice. They’d accepted you for who you were, even if you were the most pessimistic person on earth. You were glad to be blessed with such amazing—and attractive— people.

The bell rang, signalling it was time for class to start so you went back to your seat, keeping all your gifts underneath your desk. Beside you was a dude you somewhat knew, still playing on his PSP. You kind of knew him since the two of you had been classmates since your first year of high school yet you never really spoke to him that much, maybe the occasional “can i borrow your pencil?” and “what homework did we have?”

Kozume Kenma

A guy that you didn’t really understand, even for you, a quiet and somewhat reserved person who’s quite observant—might you add. He had long black hair during your first year but when the next spring came along, he had decided to dye it straight up blond. You didn’t understand why, he didn’t seem the type to do so and it didn’t help the fact that always distracted you, making you keep stealing glances at his very very blond head. He was intriguing somehow. Every morning before class, he would either be playing a game on his PSP or be slumping on his seat taking a short nap or at times a guy with incredible bed hair would come and chat with him, sitting on your seat as he spoke since you would usually be sitting somewhere else (that somewhere else was at the very front of the class where all your friends would group together and sit next to each other sharing seats and chatting up while you stare off blankly, occasionally snapping back to reality and join in on the conversation).

Sitting in your seat, you looked around your class before he teacher came in and boy, were there a lot of confessing happening. Everywhere you look, there would be someone either confessing to someone or someone mentally preparing themselves, everywhere except to your left —your peaceful classmate, playing his game quietly.

Lunch time was one would say,, wild. It was the perfect time for guys and girls alike to confess, reject and accept someone. You had announced to your friends prior that day that you would want to spend lunch alone as you knew that would be swarmed with confession and gifts, they understood of course that you only mean well and so they fully accepted it. While waiting for almost everyone in your class to leave, you saw that Kenma was still next to you sitting there as well. You gave him a friendly wave, asking, “waiting for the crowd to die down?”

With a nod as a reply you chuckled softly in agreement, finally taking out your bento that your mom had packed for you this morning. It was a simple lunch, as always, only today the rice was shaped like a heart, reminding you that it was not only made with love but it was Valentine’s Day.

“Aren’t you going with your friends? They’re leaving over there.” You turned your head to face Kenma and widened your eyes in semi shock from him actually starting a conversation with you. Brushing it off with a light laugh, you shook your head, “Nah, they get busy on days like these... since, yknow they’re like popular and all” you said the last part awkwardly and internally cringed at how you worded it.

“Oh” was all he replied with, not a second later his friend came in and walked towards the two of you. You stared at him for awhile and back to Kenma and stood up, about to take your leave. He stood up the same time as you did when his friend faced him and said, “You know Kenma, today’s-“ he realised that Kenma wasn’t listening when Kenmas turned to you and offered to spend lunch with him and his friend— which he later introduced as Kuroo

Hesitantly, you accepted. All the while you were walking with them to the rooftop, Kuroo was giving Kenma odd looks and constantly elbowing which you brushed off, since you didn’t really bother nor did it affect you in any way shape or form.

Lunch with the two of them was somewhat fun, you found out a bit more about Kenma and Kuroo from Kuroo (like Kuroo and Kuroo only, Kenma was busy playing with his game (or distracting himself haha)) Turns out, Kenma was in the volleyball club and to your surprise, team. You were shocked to find that out as you really really really didn’t take him as someone who’d let alone run a mile.

You and Kuroo’s conversation somehow led to Valentine’s Day and he even openly confessed that he had a crush on one of your friends, Megumi. He told you that he was planning on giving her chocolates after school and somewhere along the lines did it hit you. Eyes widen as realisation it, “oH wait are you the captain of the volleyball club?” You asked, with a confused nod from Kuroo you continued, “OH MY G O D,, WAIT IS THIS WHY MEGUMI ALWAYS WANTED TO DRAG US ALONG TO OUR SCHOOLS VOLLEYBALL MATCHES? SHE LITERALLY ONCED SAID SHE WOULD GO ONLY TO SEE THE CAPTAIN OF THE TEAM WHEN I ASKED HER!!”

That earned a dry choke and chuckle from Kenma beside him and a furiously blushing Kuroo. You held out your hands and held his with stars in your eyes as you announced how glad you are that Megumis crush not only liked her back but is also not as creepy as you thought he would be.

“You thought i was creepy?” Kuroo asked, confused.

You opened your mouth, only for Kenma to answer before you, “with that hair of yours, who wouldn’t?”. You chuckled at that.

The bell rang, signalling lunch was over as you stood up and waved off to Kuroo wishing him luck on the confession after school. He thanked you and turned to Kenma, “So, shes the girl you liked huh?”

Going back to class, you went over to the front of the class where all your friends were cooped up in. Inserting yourself, you saw the pile of cards and chocolates on Megumis desk (they all put it on her desk for convenience), you stared in awe with the amount of things there were and faced each and every one of them, congratulating them about the fact that they’d manage to steal the hearts of many many school boys. Everyone chuckled at you light hearted jokes, even offering you some of the chocolates —which you gladly accepted.

“So are y’all planing to accept any of them or-?”

Most of their answers were that they were going to consider whereas Megumi just frowned and shook her head. This earned the attention of not only you but also the others as each and everyone of you bombarded her with the same question “why?”

“You guys know I like,,, him,,, yknow?” Everyone nodded as Megumi sighed.

The teacher then came in and class continued on. Yet somehow you couldn’t focus during class, you were fine before lunch but all of a sudden, you just couldn’t focus on the damn subject, at first you thought that maybe you were tired but even after a few slaps on your cheeks, you were still out of it. Maybe it was the thought that everyone had gotten some type of confession except for you, but no, it couldn’t be, it never mattered to you all these years so why now out of the blue?

Awhile passed and you found yourself staring at the pudding head next to you. When you realised what you were doing, you tried to shift your focus back on the teacher in front. But even still, you would find yourself unconsciously turning to Kenma and just staring at him. Oh god, you hoped you didn’t freak him out.

Kenma felt holes burning on his side and he knew it was you, he didn’t know why though. Did you hate him after today? He hoped not. Finally, he turned to you and caught you quickly shifting your focus back on the black board in front, what he was a truly a surprise to him. We’re you,,,,, blushing? Surely not,,,, right?

You were.

Oh god, he caught you staring, would he think you were a creep? God! YOU COULDNT BELIEVE YOURSELF. WHY IN THE WORLD WOULD SOMEONE JUST STARE AT SOMEONE ELSE LIKE THAT? He must’ve hated you for that, I mean who wouldn’t?!

Your palm went up to your cheeks and you felt the warmth on them, they were warmer than they should be,, were you sick? You hoped you were sick, other wise why would you even be mindlessly staring at your classmate and going red when they caught you staring? You truly wanted to believe you were just sick but deep down you knew it was the simple case of developing feelings.

The way he’d act in class and the little smiles he gave whenever he’d talk to Kuroo plagued your mind. What were they talking about? Why was his very being suddenly all you could think about? You realised that maybe you always had these feelings but just that you were too thick to realise. You were right.

School finally ended and you were glad you could escape from your thoughts for once, meeting up with Megumi as the others in your friend group had to catch he train home while Megumi and you walked home.

Whilst waiting for Megumi to pack up her stuff, you saw Kuroo at the front of your class. Megumi froze when she saw him, you could visibly see the blush forming on her as you waved at Kuroo. Megumi turned her back towards him and whisper-shouted to you, “you know him?!”

You nodded to her as Kuroo flashed a smile at you. His focus went back on Kenma, who by time had finished packing and was walking toward the exit. When Kenma was finally next to Kuroo, he faced his attention to you and waved goodbye to you. It was then your turn to blush —wHY WERE YOU BLUSHING? NEVER IN YOUR LIFE HAD YOU THOUGHT THIS CLICHE WOULD HAPPEN TO YOU. You waved back at him and said your farewells, except for the fact that they didn’t seem to be moving— more accurately, Kuroo wasn’t moving so Kenma awkwardly waited beside him like an NPC.

Kuroo finally spoke out in an uncertain tone “uh,, I’d like to speak to Megumi,”

“Y-yes!” Your friend turned around only to see Kuroo with his hand stretched out, holding a Valentine’s confession card and a stalk of rose.

Megumi instantly understood what it was and started blushing furiously, so furious that it made your blush look like it was nothing. Kuroo on the other hand felt embarrassed and was hiding behind his unruly bedhead. There were no words exchanged yet everyone (the four of you) knew that Kuroo’s confession had been accepted. You couldn’t help but feel glad for your friends.

And that was how Megumi and Kuroo both ended up with their crush. And that day the four of you walked back home together, with the two newly lovebirds walking next to each other —so close that their knuckles kept brushing— like those cheesy scenes in a slice of life anime you’d watch at 2 in the morning; all the while you and Kenma silently third wheeled them.

Your house was the one nearest to school, so you were the first to part from them. You said your goodbyes and went inside. Closing the door behind you, you frowned, pessimistic thoughts suddenly devoured you like somehow the whole interaction between Megumi and Kuroo made you think how truly lonely you were and the realisation that you might have a crush on Kenma was like salt to the wounds.

You were so utterly confused with these emotions and the only way you knew how to cope with was to push them aside, trying not to let these odd and somewhat insecure thoughts at you up anymore than they should.

Going to bed that night felt odd, you couldn’t sleep, tossing and turning. You weren’t even sure why you couldn’t sleep at that point, between overthinking about your friendship with your friends and then to whatever there was of you love life, to your somewhat friendship with Kenma, then to your crush —if you could even call it a crush— on him. Needless to say you were much more sleep deprived the next day to school than you were normally.

Kenma on the other hand, didn’t really sleep either, normally he would be up trying to beat a boss to a pass a level in his game but that night he was up thinking about nothing but you. He remembered something that Kuroo said earlier about how he figured out who his crush was and thought about how he lost the chance to confess to you on Valentine’s. He sighed and sat up from his bed, staring at the small bouquet of flowers Kuroo had bought for Kenma to confess to you when they passed a florist a few days prior and then to the card next to it, one that simply had the words “I like you. -Kenma” on it.

He didn’t know if you liked him back or not but seeing you somewhat gloomy after school made him want to cheer you up somehow. And that somehow was to confess to you, Megumi did mention something about how she realised that you might have a crush on him after you went home first. Kenma blushed at that asking how she was so sure about that and Megumis reply was “I’ve known her longer than anyone and I’d know some things even she might’ve not found out about herself yet.”

So basing off a hunch from one of your best friends, Kenma decided that maybe he would confess to you the next day.

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They day after Valentines was the day we’re youd see a lot of newly blossomed love and to say you weren’t a bit envious was an utter lie. Walking in class, you decided you take a short nap before class started, ignoring your friend group as you walked it. It was something you’d do sometimes, they could see the exhaustion from your posture thus leaving you alone and you were so thankful to have such understanding people around you.

You were woken up by a light tap on the back by Kenma and you instantly jolted up, whatever exhaustion you had was gone. Why was he waking you up? What did you do?

Midway into panicking you saw him fumble around his bag and took out a card. You stared up at him with your eyebrows scrunched, then accepting the card from his hands. Freshly woken up you —even on high alert— didn’t realise that after you had accepted the card, he went back to his bag and awkwardly took out a small bouquet of flowers. You stared at the card and read the contents. Finally processing it in you system, you started to get red and looked up from the card and was greeted by an also red Kenma holding out flowers.

You were so glad that no ones attention was towards the two of you and that the teacher still hasn’t came in class. You accepted the flowers too and finally spoke out, “ Kenma, I- I’m”

You were so happy and yet quite surprised you stared fumbling out your words, “I- you.. YES. I mean,, Kenma, I like you too and-“ you realised words couldn’t explain how you were feeling so you put down the flowers and card on your desk and stood up, inching closer to him and held up with hands, you felt like you were going to cry out with joy —and you did. Kenma instantly understood your reply and never in his life had he felt so relieved and happy, a small smile tugging at the side of his lips as he looked at you and your blushing, even sobbing, mess.

You let go of his hands and went to wipe the tears on your cheeks with your sleeve as he went back down to sit on his chair beside you.Your awkward tears had finally been wiped away just in time for class to start.

After school, you, Kenma, Megumi and Kuroo decides to walk home together again. Only this time, no one was third wheeling anyone.

#haikyuu!!#kenma #kozume kenma #nekoma #kenma x reader #hq kenma #haikyuu oneshot #haikyuu x reader #kozume kenma x reader #hq kuroo #kuroo tetsurou #haikyuu

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rynhaswritersblock · 4 years

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locked out | p.p.

a/n: LARGELY INSPIRED BY "KEYS" BY @holland-ish !!!! her imagines are super cute so go check them out haha

summary: y/n can't remember to grab her keys, peter misses the old days with you, and may baked extra cookies

warnings: i'm mad at myself for writing this bc i want this really bad. also cussing. wouldn't be an imagine of mine without some COLOR!

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"shit," you mutter, flicking a strand of hair out of your face as you dig through your backpack, looking like a maniac as you rummage around your bag outside your apartment. you lose your temper and upturn the bag, its contents flying out and decorating the wooden floor of the hallway.

no keys.

a groan falls from your lips and you shove everything back into your bag with little care about organization, standing up and huffing as you stare at the door. the sound of the lock jiggling doesn't give as you harass the knob, cursing yourself for forgetting your keys the one time your parents went on an anniversary vacation.

you run through all your options: fire escape? no, your window was locked anyways. key under the mat? not with your superstitious father. the parkers?

you lean your head against the door as you stare at the one across the hallway, cute woven welcome mat you knew for a fact that may had created herself.

the parkers had lived in hallway 300 of queenswood apartment complex as long as your family had. you and peter grew up together, never necessarily best friends, but close enough to wrestle for fun and go off into your own world every time there'd be an "adult gathering." close enough to spark little hints of love between the two of you, the first crush that you never forget. aunt may was practically your second mom. nonetheless, as the story goes with all neighborhood kids, the two of you began to drift as you entered middle school, each becoming busier and more involved with extracurriculars.

it didn't mean you were completely distant, though. you were there when peter had just gotten his powers. literally- that trip to the museum was odd, to say the least. and you were the one hugging him along with may after his uncle ben had died, the shoulder to cry on that made him feel so weak yet so loved at the same time.

as high school came, so did less free time, but still the string between the two of you was never split. sometimes you'd leave for school at the same time and walk together, feeling a slightly awkward yet comfortable air between the two of you as you were jostled on the subway. you'd say hi in the hallways or at least give looks of acknowledgement, or share moments from across classes. especially this year, the two of you would go head to head in playful debates about interpretations of to kill a mockingbird. and, of course, may would constantly say hello every time she saw you, as well as tease peter after every said occasion, claiming that "y/n is still single and ready for you to make a move," which always elicited an annoyed and flustered groan from the boy.

you were still y/n and peter was still peter.

sucking in a breath, you take the few steps across the hallway, raising your hand and knocking gently on the door. your eyes widen when you realize you'd subconsciously knocked the pattern you and peter came up with as kids; a signal to each other that the other one wanted to play.

peter perks up. he gets off his bed, sticking his head out the doorway and peering over at the door. may, having also noticed the special knock, gives peter a smug look before walking over and opening the door. the sight of you makes peter quickly vanish from the doorway and run back to his bed in an attempt to act as if he totally didn't get a wave of excitement and curiosity over those few gentle knocks.

"y/n!" may smiles, opening her arms in a welcoming gesture, wrapping her arms around you just as she did every other time. "how are you? what brings you here?"

"hi," you laugh, a hint of anxiety lacing your voice. "i'm good, but i, uh, kinda forgot my keys and my parents don't get back until tomorrow morning."

may's eyebrows raise, her mouth forming an 'o'. she begins nodding.

"that's right- they went on their anniversary vacation!"

you chew on your lip and watch as she turns her head, glancing in the direction of peter's room. peter, laying on his bed and furiously scribbling physics notes, fails at his attempt to not eavesdrop.

"well, you're welcome to stay the night here," may lowers her voice with a grin. "i'm sure peter wouldn't mind having you in his room again."

you gasp slightly, laughing and hoping to god that peter didn't hear it, silently thanking god that he wasn't there to watch the roses bloom on your cheeks.

obviously, the boy's heightened powers deemed your hopes hopeless, his expression unknowingly matching yours as he drops his pencil. his face burns as he realizes that he'd likely be met with your face in a matter of seconds, and he frantically searches the bed for that godforsaken pencil.

"hi."

peter's head flies up, wide eyes meeting your familiar gaze. his face burns.

"hi."

you half-succeed in biting back a smile, slowly walking into the room and fiddling with your fingers. "my, uh, my parents are out of town until morning and i forgot my keys, so i-"

"right or left?"

in those three words, the tension flies away, your face lighting up with nostalgia and warmth. you drop your bag, flopping onto the bed next to peter as he adjusts himself in front of you. giddy smiles grow on your faces as you sit across each other, legs criss-cross.

right or left was a game the two of you came up with amidst one of the get-togethers your parents had when you both were six years old and both totally sucked at truth or dare. if you chose left, whoever lost had to do a dare, and if you chose right, the loser had to tell a truth.

you won most of the time.

"left," you say, letting out a giggle. peter laughs.

you always said left.

peter reaches out, grabbing your left hand with his, the two of you moving your hands back and forth between you.

"one, two, three, four-"

"five, six- hey!" peter whines, jumping up.

"gotcha!" you laugh, standing up and poking at the boy's shoulders. "okay, uh... oh! i got it!"

peter buries his face in his hands, sketchers anxiously tapping against the floor in anticipation.

"you have to go inside and get us both cookies!"

"but aunt may just made them! she hates when i eat them right away," peter complains. he flops his hands on his sides at your expression, arms folded across your chest as you make the most intimidating face your eight year-old self could muster. "fine, but only for you."

you let out a squeal as he playfully tugs your ponytail and runs over to the kitchen, satisfied look on his face as he comes back, mouth and hands stuffed with homemade chocolate chip cookies.

"ready?" peter asks. you nod.

the two of you begin counting, the boy stopping at five as you keep going, mouth falling agape and brows furrowing when you notice he had halted. "no fair!"

"so fair," peter says greedily. "okay. i dare you to go get us both cookies."

a slightly amused gasp leaves your mouth and you remember all the times you'd dare each other to do so; may would make cookies practically every week. "fresh batch?"

"yup! chocolate chip," peter replies cheekily, expectant look painting his face. "i'll be here."

you glare at him playfully before quietly slipping out of the room, trying to act stealthily in order to avoid getting (lovingly) scolded by may.

it was no use.

"i knew it!" the woman whispers. she has the brightest smile on her face as she waves a playful finger at you. "it always happens."

may parker knew more about you and peter than you and peter knew about yourselves. every time the two of you hung out, you'd always play right or left, and one of you would end up sneaking into the kitchen to steal a few cookies. the woman even started baking them more often in anticipation.

you deflate, sighing and giving her a defeated look. "i'm sorry, may-"

"it's nothing, honey. take 'em and tell the kid you didn't get caught," she winks, handing you a few, even stuffing one in your mouth. she smiles as you walk back to peter's room, looking back at her and giving her a nod of thanks.

peter picks at one of his scrap pieces of tech, bright grin tugging at the corners of his lips when he sees you. "get caught?"

you shake your head and shove a handful of the cookies at him. the boy grabs them with an excited face, shoving one into his mouth in its entirety. the look on his face is identical to the one your six year old self had become so smitten over.

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the hot gooey bite of bread, sauce, and cheese stings as it hits your mouth, a gasp exiting your lips as you pull the slice back.

"hot hot hot hot," you yelp, panting and sticking your tongue out to the cold new york air.

peter laughs at you and shoves at least half of his slice into his mouth while giving you a defiant look.

"they made yours first," you mutter.

it was just the same as it used to be.

when the neighborhood parties got boring, the two of you would sneak up to the roof of the building, giggling as you raced up the creaky fire escape. only a few stars were visible above the plethora of new york lights, but the sight of all the glowing building lights made up for it.

the two of you huddle together, legs swinging off the edge fearlessly and the smell of the pizzas may'd picked up radiating in the air around you.

"i missed this," peter sighs. you rest your head on his shoulder, the smell of him and his cologne making your stomach flutter.

"me too."

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kinda abrupt ending idk i was really struggling with it but i honestly feel like that's as good as it's gonna get lol

i miss the days when i could pump out imagines like it was NOTHING

i love y'all i hope ur staying safe <3

#peter parker #tom holland #peter parker imagines #marvel #mcu #spiderman #peter parker x reader #spiderman x reader #fanfic #fluff #writing #peter #parker #thomas holland

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cannibalisticapple · 4 years

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I have fallen into the Sprinkles Cult by @corndog-patrol and was going to send an ask about it, but then this happened instead. I don’t know how this happened, I don’t even know if it’s in the Villain!Mic AU or the canon universe or what.

Maybe this is set in all the AUs, in all the many different multiverses both hero and villain, civilian or not, Quirked or Quirkless.

ALL HAIL SPRINKLES

The first time Hizashi thought something might be off was when he came home to find a pentagram drawn on the floor in what might be blood.

Now, Hizashi lived in a pretty bad neighborhood so it wasn’t too weird that someone might break into his apartment and draw the symbol of a satanic ritual. Actually, this wasn’t even the first time this exact thing happened (which was a weird story for another day).

Unlike last time though, the people who broke in hadn’t ransacked his place to steal stuff. Also, the lingering smell of vanilla-scented candles pervaded the area, indicating they’d actually been lit this time, with a touch of rotten eggs. It confused him because when he checked his fridge he didn’t even have any eggs. Confused, he went to the remains of the candles sitting at the ends of each point of the pentagram.

“Do you think these things can go bad?” Hizashi asked Sprinkles while scratching his head. The lovely soft ginger-brown cat mewed, blinking her big, sparkly eyes with an innocence that gave him no answers but still filled him with warmth and reassurance. Aww, how could he ever feel sad when he had Sprinkles around? Thank goodness the people who broke in hadn’t hurt her!

With that thought he decided to rekey his locks just to be safe. Who knows what satanic cults would do to a sweet cat like Sprinkles? On his way to the store he dropped the five used candles in a random dumpster, figuring it’d be safer to get rid of them.

oOoOo

The second time he felt something might be going on was when he was going through his drawers.

He’d been rooting through his “leftover” drawer for something to wear, having already uprooted most of his closet and the other drawers. Nothing had really stuck out to him today, so he’d turned his attention to the bottom right drawer which he rarely touched. The “leftover” drawer was full of clothing that had fallen out of favor for whatever reason, like having to rid of the usual paired garment. He should probably clean it out sometime.

He picked up a shirt for a band that made his nose wrinkle (seriously, how had he ever liked those guys!?), and that’s when he saw it. The bright yellow stars against the purple fabric caught his eye immediately, his face lighting up with delight.

“That looks perfect!” he exclaimed, tossing aside the band shirt to pull out the starry-patterned garment. His excitement soon fell though as he realized it wasn’t a cool shirt, but some sort of... Actually, he wasn’t sure what it was? When he held it up it unfolded a bit, revealing a large rectangle of fabric. It had a sort of curve to the center, and holes near each end of the rectangle.

He turned it around with a frown, puzzled. “Is this one of those hair towel things?” he muttered uncertainly. He’d seen some special towels for sale designed to easily wrap your hair after showers. It didn’t feel like a towel though, the fabric not exactly water-absorbent. The two holes also seemed to point away from that being the case.

Glancing at the drawer as if hoping it would provide some form of answer, he was then surprised when it kinda did. There was another starry-patterned thing there, a little smooshed from being stored under all the clothes. When he pulled it out it almost instantly popped into its regular shape, revealing a wizard hat. A very small, cute wizard hat.

“Heh, this is kinda cute,” he said to himself with a small smile. Pausing, after a long moment he put it on his head and twirled to look in his mirror. Alas, the hat was too small for his human head and looked more silly than fun, his shoulders slumping in disappointment as he sadly removed it. Darn, Hizashi loved getting to dress up in silly looking stuff.

More importantly though, he still had no idea what the other thing was, or even where they came from. As he looked at them in disappointment he heard a familiar meow from the doorway, and turn to find Sprinkles blinking up at him with big sparkly eyes. “Hey Sprinkles,” he greeted with a big smile.

A bit of inspiration struck him, and he trotted over to plop the hat on her head. It fit perfectly, her ears disappearing inside and making him crow in delight. “Hah! That looks great, Sprinkles!” he cheered. “Like it was made for you!” He paused then, his gaze returning to the mystery fabric still in his hand. Hold on, maybe, just maybe...

Curiosity piqued, he removed the hat and tried to pull the mystery garment over her. Sprinkles was surprisingly patient with his attempts to dress him, even as he covered up her head in his attempts to pull it on. It seemed like it might not work, but then her head popped through the bigger hole and she blinked up at him with another happy mew.

Hizashi had to pause then, hands flying briefly to cover his mouth. “Oh my gosh,” he whispered. After several long seconds he gingerly reached out and pulled the tip of her tail through the hole on the other end. It popped through and immediately puffed up to its regular fluffiness, and his hands immediately returned to cover his mouth with a small squeak.

Eyes flicking to the hat, he pried one hand from his mouth to slowly reach out and pick it up, quickly depositing it on her head. His hand flew back as he gave another squeak, his eyes lighting up.

“Oh my gosh!” he repeated in a high-pitched squeak, voice breaking just slightly. Sprinkles just mewed, all sparkles and sunshine as she stood there in all her magical wizard glory.

Hizashi covered his mouth as he gave a muffled squeal, doing everything to keep his Quirk from slipping through. “It’s like it was made for you!” he squeaked out. Sprinkles was just so cute like this, it was almost like magic!

That night Sprinkles got a lot more love than usual, and given how much he usually fawned over her that was saying a lot.

(In the end, he forgot to wonder about where the stuff came from.)

oOoOo

The third indicator something was off was when he posted a picture of Sprinkles.

At first posting a picture of her in the wizard costume to his Twitter seemed like the obvious thing to do. How could he not share her adorableness with the world? Sprinkles was so cute in the wizard outfit! It captured the absolute innocence and cuteness that was the essence of Sprinkles! And all 43 pictures turned out great!

But seconds before hitting the “Tweet” button with three of the cuter photos he’d hesitated, a sudden doubt overtaking him. What if Sprinkles might be too cute? What if some jealous soul saw that picture of Sprinkles, and became so entranced by her adorableness that they decided to kidnap her? He’d already had satanists break in with egg-scented vanilla candles!

In the end, he decided not to. The risk was just too great.

But he couldn’t not show off his kitty, she was just too cute! So he decided to post a more neutral picture of her au naturel instead, settling on a picture of her sitting on the kitchen counter next to a bowl of ice cream. In his opinion it highlighted the sparkly quality of her eyes quite well, and was reasonably cute, but not might-get-her-kidnapped cute.

He added a caption “It’s all too sweet!” and hit send, and then muted his phone for the rest of the night. Using electronics too close to bedtime would make it that much harder to go to sleep after all, and even a handful of notifications would keep him up.

The next day, he unlocked his phone and almost fell off his chair when he saw all the likes and retweets he’d gotten. The picture had gone viral overnight, his account exploding with thousands of new followers. It overshadowed all his other posts.

Best of all though? Shouta had liked it.

He would later apologize many times to his landlord for breaking the window with his resulting squeal.

oOoOo

The fourth indication something might be off was tax season.

“I hate tax season,” Shouta said flatly when he showed up to his apartment for a romantic dinner. “I want to never see a tax form again.”

“Huh, doesn’t UA have fancy accountants to handle that?” Hizashi asked, genuinely surprised.

“Our accountants are busy handling all the finances involved in the constant reconstruction around the training grounds.” Pause. “And also replacing all the robots destroyed in training.” Pause. “And furniture destroyed in the dorms.” Pause. “And all the explosions from the Support Department. Apparently there’s been more than usual this year.”

“Yeah, they sound busy,” Hizashi agreed with a frown. “Well, if they’re that bad, you can leave it here!”

“You’d do my taxes?” Shouta snorted, but Hizashi shook his head.

“Not me. I hate doing them probably even more than you, yo!”

“Ah. So, you hire an accountant to do them? Wouldn’t it cost extra to hire them to do mine too?”

“Nah, no need! Sprinkles takes care of it.” That made Shouta pause, turning to look at him with the most adorable wrinkle between his eyebrows.

“Sprinkles...?” he repeated slowly, and Hizashi bobbed his head with a grin.

“Yep! She’s great at it! I’m sure she’d be willing to handle yours too.”

“Sprinkles,” Shouta repeated, again, still looking so adorably confused. “Sprinkles does your taxes.”

“Uh-huh! She’s doing them right now!” He gestured behind them, and Shouta twisted around on the couch to look. On the floor next to the wall sat Sprinkles, a bunch of papers spread around her paws and a gray blazer draped over her back.

“...Hizashi,” he said after a moment. “Does Sprinkles actually do taxes?”

“Yeah! She’s got a degree in it, see?” Hizashi pointed to the wall, proudly beaming as Shouta stared at all the framed diplomas and degrees hanging there bearing her name. Sprinkles was such a smart kitty!

“...Hizashi,” Shouta said after a long moment. “When, and where, did Sprinkles get degrees?”

Hizashi opened his mouth to answer but paused as the question registered. “I... don’t know,” he said, his own eyebrows furrowing. “She just... does?” He frowned slightly as he watched Sprinkles meow at one of the many forms, lightly pushing it around with her paw.

oOoOo

The biggest sign that made him think something was going on though, was probably when he went to the basement.

“Where is that kitty?” he muttered worriedly as he walked down the long, winding hallway, only the torches on the walls lighting his way. Sprinkles had pulled a disappearing act, common for most cats but not for Sprinkles. It had sparked concerns she might have been kidnapped by one of her thousands of Tumblr followers, sending him into a panic. He’d practically torn his apartment apart looking for Sprinkles before finally opening the heavy wooden door to descend the stairs.

He shivered as he looked at the cold stone walls, the torches’ fire doing nothing to help warm the space. The basement was just so dank and cold, and the thought of her being down here made his heart pang with concern. The basement was no place for a cute, fluffy cat like Sprinkles!

...Actually, come to think of it, since when did he have a basement? He’s pretty sure the lease only mentioned the apartment. And on that note, why was the door hidden in the back of his closet behind a poster?

He could worry about it later though. Right now he needed to find Sprinkles. He could see faint, flickering light at the end of the hall, signaling a doorway into a room. Hizashi perked up and picked up his pace a bit, eager to finally reach the end. He really hoped Sprinkles was there, he’d been walking down this hall for ten minutes now!

As he got closer the lights grew brighter, as did the faint smell of smoke, vanilla and rotten eggs. His nose wrinkled a little bit at the last one, but he pushed forward. “Sprinkles?” he called almost tentatively as he reached the doorway, and stopped.

Several people in soft-looking sweaters sat huddled on the floor around a pentagram, turning to look at him almost as one. Vanilla-scented candles littered the floor, casting flickering glows all over the cat towers, toy mice and sporadic assortments of human bones on the floor. It left most of the room dark, but he could see another person by the back wall holding an axe as they stood before a woman strapped to a torture rack.

Hizashi stared, his eyes slowly roving over the people crowded around the pentagram, over the pictures of Sprinkles printed on their shirts. Over the woman strapped to a torture rack in a shadowy corner with another woman holding an axe. To the large poster of Sprinkles’s face on the other back corner, partially lit by a wide beam of light from some unknown source. To the poster next to it, even more clearly illuminated with the title “WORDS OF OUR SAVIOR” and a paw and hand print.

BE SMART

BE LOVING

BE BABY

BE SPRINKLES

Hizashi stared, just absorbing it all. And, slowly, his eyes returned to the center of the room.

To Sprinkles, in the center of it all, in her adorable little wizard costume in the middle of a pentagram.

“Wha...?” Before he could do anything the people surged forward, lunging and tackling him to the ground. Hands pinned his limbs and he opened his mouth to scream but someone shoved a toy mouse in his mouth, effectively gagging him. The hands pinning him quickly pulled him up as the cultists tied him up with a ball of yarn, wrapping it around him several times to pin his arms to his sides.

As they dragged him into the room he spit out the mouse, coughing and hacking. “Hey, what—oh my gosh, ew, my tongue feels nasty! Can someone get me water or something? Please?” His cries went ignored, dragged to a cage in a different shadowy corner and shoved inside. Hizashi grunted as he hit the bars, scrambling to sit up as the door slammed. “Hey—”

“All hail Sprinkles,” the cult chanted monotonously, and returned to their original positions. Sprinkles just blinked at him, her eyes looking extra sparkly in the candelight, and mewed. Hizashi’s line of sight was broken though, someone stepping in front of the cage.

“What’s going—SHOUTA!?” His voice rose to a startled squeak as he recognized his boyfriend crouched in front of him, beautiful messy black hair and scruff and everything. He wore a purple sweatshirt—surprisingly vibrant for the man—with the picture of Sprinkles and the words “SPRINKLES CULT PRESIDENT” printed above it.

For a moment they just stared at each other, neither of them speaking.

“All hail Sprinkles,” Shouta said, and gave a thumbs up with a tiny little smile with his tongue sticking out.

At that moment Hizashi sat up in bed with a startled gasp, finding himself face to face with Sprinkles’s big, blinking eyes.

“Mew,” she meowed, and he melted with a smile, reaching out to hug her.

“Come here, you!” he chuckled, rubbing his cheek against her as she happily headbutted him. “I just had the craziest dream! There was a cult for you in our basement and everything, it was so weird!” Sprinkles just mewed, and he laughed. He paused then, sniffing. “Sprinkles, do you smell rotten eggs?”

Sprinkles mewed, and he shrugged it off. Eh, probably just his imagination.

oOoOo

The next morning inside the coffee shop he stared at Shouta’s shirt, bright eye-searing purple with Sprinkles emblazoned on it, and just slowly raised his eyes.

“Shouta?” he asked slowly. “Where did you get that shirt?”

“Dunno. I just woke up in it.”

“And you’re wearing it because...?”

“Didn’t feel like changing.” Shouta just calmly drank his coffee, ignoring Hizashi’s stare.

It occurred to Hizashi, then, that there were many things he didn’t know about Sprinkles. Like what she did while he was gone, or how she knew how to do taxes. Or why she appeared in his apartment the same day that someone broke into his house for the first time to leave a demonic pentagram carved into his floor, all the furniture around it lying on its backs or sides as if knocked over by a great force of wind.

........Eh, Sprinkles was too cute to be evil. He’d worry about it later.

oOoOo

Somewhere in Musutafu, a sparkly-eyed cat in a wizard costume sat next to a phone open to Tumblr, blinking down at the screen. The follower count slowly ticked upwards, and with it so did the power accumulating in her body, steadily feeding off the adoration of her fans.

She blinked, eyes sparkling just a bit brighter.

“Mew.”

ALL HAIL SPRINKLES

#sprinkles #yamada hizashi #corndog-patrol #all hail sprinkles #sprinkles cult #My writing #erasermic #present mic #this is unedited and long so it's probably rough #you have been warned

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a-dakhtar · 5 years

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(same anon as dark souls, hope i can prompt twice) i also distinctly remember a post about altean!lance being alfor's brother. *puppy dog eyes* please?

> prompt rules: here

> prompt 1 / prompt 2

prompt 3: heavy the cosmos (pt. 1)

note: this grew to be too long anon so i’ve split it. that being said, i have no idea why it grew too long, and now i am greatly concerned.

“You look… just like my younger brother did,” King Alfor murmured, his piercing blue eyes stuttering away from Lance’s face. “It is… rather disconcerting.”

“Oh,” Lance replied lamely, not sure how exactly to take that. “Sorry, I guess?”

The king – Allura’s dad, who’d died ten thousand years ago but had his memories saved as an AI – quickly said, “No, no! Nothing to be sorry for, young one. I was merely taken aback by it. Please, come closer.”

Hesitantly, not sure of his welcome despite the invitation, Lance crept into the room he’d seen Allura hole up in for hours on end, the curiousness that had brought him here fuelling him on. The tall man gestured him closer, as if he were a frightened cat, the kind smile he wore soothing whatever misgivings Lance might have had.

“I don’t think we’ve met before,” the king murmured, once Lance was standing almost in front of him. “I am Alfor. And you are?”

Lance stuffed his hands in his pockets, shoulders hunching as he realised he had no idea what to do now that he’d gotten to this point. Allura was going to be so angry with him for invading her privacy, holy crow. “Lance,” he introduced himself anyway, eyes drifting over to the field of flowers that surrounded them. “This is a pretty cool place.”

“Indeed,” Alfor smiled, looking around himself fondly. “I would bring Allura here whenever I could steal away some free time. Her mother used to love it here too.”

Allura’s mom? Lance wanted to ask, so bad, but he knew he’d already crossed a line coming in here, he couldn’t- “What was her mom like?” Quiznak.

Alfor laughed, a boisterous noise that brought a reluctant smile to Lance’s lips. “Oh by the stars,” the Altean gasped, wiping at an eye theatrically, “She was every bit the varka she was anointed as, loud and bright and so very brave. I-” he halted, mirth fading to a quiet melancholy, a quiet nostalgia that brought to light the wrinkles Lance hadn’t noticed before. “She was a remarkable woman, and I was a lucky man to call her my wife.”

Meaning she’d probably died. Sometime before Alfor had. Before Allura and Coran had been cryogenically frozen for ten thousand years.

God, Lance was an idiot.

“But none of that,” Alfor dismissed, waving a hand in the air to brush it off. “You are one of the new paladins, are you not, young Lance? May I ask which lion you pilot?”

Lance perked up at that, always willing to talk about his amazing blue lion, and proudly said, “The greatest lion of all, of course. The Blue Lion!”

(warmth fondness pride my paladin my paladin my paladi-)

Alfor let loose the same laugh as before, quickly defending himself at Lance’s offence with, “I’m not laughing at you, young one! No, it’s just- your predecessor had said the exact same thing before, many times! Ah, Blue truly knows how to choose her paladins!”

Blue rolled in fondness, pawing at Lance from her place at the back of his mind. He pawed back, or at least tried to, still unused to whatever bond it was they shared, still unused to having a sentient, robotic, space ship lion choose him, of all people.

A table materialised in front of them, a little round thing with fancy detailing like the kind his mama bought from antique stores. Two chairs accompanied it, fazing in like a cool glitch, equally detailed, and Alfor gestured at him to take a seat while he did so himself.

“I would be pleased to hear more of how you came to be here, Lance,” the king said warmly, eyes crinkling at the edges, “If you are free and have the time?”

He probably didn’t. Allura was probably calling for them all, demanding they train. Or maybe Coran was searching for him to help clean the cryopods. Or-

-the flowers swayed in the computer generated wind, Alfor’s hair glitched, ever so slightly, and blue trilled at him mournfully, at the remains of a king long dead revived by the press of a button.

“Sure,” Lance said carefully, sitting down on the offered chair and ignoring the happy look that crossed Alfor’s face. “But you gotta tell me about this other blue paladin guy, sounds like a genius to me.”

Alfor laughed, leaning in as Lance settled, and promised, “Oh, I will.”

“And then Shiro remembered this dude he fought in the arena with who had the exact same weapon and how he defeated him, and bam!” Lance narrated, miming Voltron’s counterstrike. “We won!”

Alfor dutifully clapped, expression clearly showing he was impressed. “This… robeast-” he stumbled over the word, “-sounds like a ferocious enemy. It is most impressive you were able to stay on equal ground with it, let alone defeat it. Your team is young, Lance, but gifted.”

Preening at the praise, Lance nodded, finally taking his seat again from where he’d been pacing, too caught up in bringing Alfor up to speed on what had happened since he’d last snuck in.

This had become something of a habit, stealing away from the group to have a few minutes with Alfor, making sure it was after Allura had come and gone to avoid running into her.

He felt bad about it, kinda, since this was her dad, and Lance absolutely knew he would’ve been jealous (and pissed) if someone had been doing the same with something that belonged to him.

But he also felt bad at the idea of… not coming here. At the idea of leaving Alfor behind in this huge field of pretty flowers with nobody but Allura for company. Sure, Alfor wasn’t actually a person, wasn’t actually the Alfor Allura and Coran knew. Sure, he was just memories and alien tech working to formulate what Alfor statistically would have said and in what tone and with what face, but…

… Still.

So Lance kept coming, time and time again. Kept an eye out for Allura and her long hair leaving the room, kept an eye out for just how much heartache she carried that day and her expressions; that little twist of her lips, the way her shoulders seemed lighter yet somehow heavier, the stronger voice she ordered them in – it all meant she’d visited Alfor.

And so Lance would visit after.

“You sure it’s okay for me to be here?” He asked anyway, fidgeting on the chair (and how exactly did the room materialise a chair?) as Alfor took a dainty sip of his fake tea.

“Of course,” Alfor replied with a smile, expression kind and welcoming. “I doubt I’m of much help, since you and your team seem to be outpacing myself and my own by lightyears, but I’m here anyway. And if nothing else…” The King paused, smile turning helpless, almost embarrassed. “I do enjoy your presence, Lance. I’ll be happy to have you for as long as it takes for you to get bored of this old man’s tales.”

Lance’s own lips pulled up into a grin, helpless in their joy, as he leaned forward and happily said, “No way, man! Your stories are great! Okay, so,” he threw himself back into his seat, determination furrowing his eyebrows. “I’ll keep coming. But if the others find out and they get pissed at me you gotta protect me, alright?”

Alfor’s snorted, amusement visible as he stroked his beard. “Hmmm… Let me think on it.”

Lance’s indignant squawk had him laughing.

The party had still been going strong when Lance had left it, struggling to keep himself in check and not bawl his eyes out like a little kid.

Coran sucked at comforting people, long arms struggling to eat up the distance the holomap spun through to reach the tiny planet known as Earth, showing the full breadth of distance between them.

So far away.

… But at least still there.

At least Earth was still there, Lance realised guiltily, taking in Coran’s heartbroken expression and misty eyes. At least he could still go there, right now even, if he wanted to leave the entire universe to the hands of the Galra. At least he knew his mom, his dad, his brothers and sisters and nieces and nephews were still all right.

Coran didn’t have that. Allura didn’t have that.

“But none of that, my boy.” Coran loudly said, slapping his hands against his thighs as he stood up. “We’ll get you home in a right tick! Just as soon as we defeat the Galra.”

Right.

He just had to stay strong till then.

He took Coran’s offered hand, squeaking a little as the Altean easily hoisted him up, and moved to follow. A tiny metallic whoosh whoosh noise hailed the arrival of Rover, the little triangle robot thing Pidge had suddenly popped up with one day, and Lance gave a distracted greeting to the thing as he followed Coran back to the festivities.

He wondered if Pidge would get him one of his own, if he asked nicely. Colour code the green light to blue and name it Estella, maybe. He glanced back at Rover, noticing again that it’s little beep boop’s were really cute, and-

Hang on.

He looked away, into the hallway, down the other end, Coran the only other soul present. He looked back, at Rover, the little machine floating genially towards the crystal, and-

“Wait, where’s-”

beep boop beep boop beep beep

beEP BEEEP-

“CORAN!”

“-y prince!” Steel in his hands, cold and metal- “Inhale, exhale,”

the stars were beautiful tonight, “-re you flirting with me, my lord?”

bayard in his hands, cold and metal- “ackshot, just like always”

umbasa, swirling up above, the constellation hidden in the cosmos, hidden in-

“this isn’t right, alf-” but nobody listening. superstition, traditionalist, stuck on the words and lapels of his late mother, “don’t-”

quintessance. blue lion. other lions. “voltron.”

a woman’s face, red diafra’s under her eyes, red quintessance in her soul, and thirst drowning her whole-

umbasa. umbasa. umbasa.

a familiar voice, calling his name, “Lance?”

that wasn’t his name.

(that was his name.)

purple, alarms, a familiar, weary face with a scar across the bridge of his nose-

and bright yellow eyes belonging to a man that gripped his shoulder tight and said, “I’ll bring him back to you, every single time.”

ALaddoLrLance (who?) felt his lips pulling into a smile, trust and-

“what are you doing?”

“the quintessance-”

wrong, wroNG, WRONG- screaming, who was- Shiro? Shiro was screaming? W h y wouldn’t they listen to him he had to open his eyes and focus down the sight, align the target, pull back and inhale, and with the exhale, shoot.

bullseye.

“we do make a good team,” Lance murmured, the red armour holding him up squeezing him closer, holding him tight. “You guys make a good team!”

Red and blue, Alfor and Blaytz, pausing in their bickering to look at him, smiling.

HoNEggARvaR pleading with him, “my Prince no, we cannot stop, plEaSe-”

Lance woke up gasping.

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angelordemonmattersnot · 5 years

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@glazdon

Acts of affection ( shippy/ fluff edition )

💗 - our muses are wrestling playfully and yours suddenly kisses mine

🍟 - your muse steals a fry from mine and says “You’re cute when you’re mad.”

🎊 - my muse is pregnant and yours is ecstatic upon hearing the good news

----

She was... Well a little emotional about her fries being eaten by the love of her life. Well scratch that honestly... When Roland brought up that she was cute when she was mad, Sapphire burst out into tears. She just couldn't help it. Like literally couldn't. After going through the last few days of being woken up with the urge to empty her stomach through the day before settling finally by the time dinner time began to roll around. She was a little emotional about her food.

At first she thought it was some bug that she caught. After all it was part of her job to help those in need, and sometimes you couldn't help that those people were sick. But after day three, and concerned looks her way, the red head set herself up for a doctor's appointment. How wrong she was. A stomach bug didn't do this. No.. not with the news the doctor delivered to her. How could such simple, but so exstordernarily life changing news bring so much joy?

A baby.

They had been married at this point for perhaps... A little over six months? Having settled into a place that was a little larger than the last, the spare room they had wasn't going to be spare for much longer. But that was going to be fine. It was honestly the matter of sharing said news with her husband.

Which wrapped everything back to her being grumpy and distraught about the loss of her fries. Correction, one fry.

Cheeks puffed out as blue eyes narrowed in contempt. "Did you really have to take that? I need to eat you know." Grumbling at Roland, her hands reached to her plate as she pulled it a little closer. Bringing a hand up, as if to create a barrier between him and her food. Was this typical? Perhaps...but the fact that her eyes had become glossy, a sign of tears, was not.

"It's just a fry... You know we could cook more to replace the one I ate." Roland's expression changed from being humored to a bit more concerned for the fact that Sapphire was crying over the fry. The unusual behavior only made him more concerned. It usually ended with the two having a bit of fun after dinner. Then again, a bit more recently her mood swings had been a little more frequent and a bit harsher than usual. It made him worry there was something more going on that needed to be checked on by the doctor. Speaking of which, that was on the agenda of questions for his star. But perhaps... It'd be wise to lighten the mood. His focus falling fully back to his love.

"No..."she sniffled for a moment as teary blue eyes dropped to the floor. "It's just been a long day already...." She tried offering a small smile as Sapph looked up at her husband, an apology reflecting in her expression while her hands moved to clear her face of moisture. She really needed to pull herself together.

Roland blinked as his gaze went from his wife to the clock for a moment. The time changing to 11:17 in the morning. "Well.. that's saying something considering it isn't even noon yet.." His gaze turned back to the small woman before him, contemplating something. Yes.. now would be a good time to lighten things up. A slow smile stretched across his lips as Roland stood slowly from his chair.

Blue eyes followed his movements as a slim brow arched on Sapphire's forehead. Tears clearly stopping as curiosity filled the void. That expression spelled trouble. It did every single time. Well good trouble. Despite that, she waited with baited breath to see what he was up to. After all, he was very distracting to look at. Him with his rediculous handsome face, toned addictive body and the sweetest damned personality she ever had the chance to drown in. So lost was she on following his movement, she had missed the fact that he was at her side, leaning down, and quite humored with her sudden realization of just how close he had gotten.

Startled, a odd sound of a squeal mixed a strangled gurgle of excitement, the small woman practically fell sideways out of the dining room chair before catching herself in a hurry to skitter off to the living room. The bark of laughter echoed behind her for a moment as short legs carried her through the living room and towards the hall for the bedrooms. Despite the bout of sadness she had over the stupid fry, the fact that it had faded quickly was a relief. Especially as Sapph practically was snickering now as she attempted to flee.

Key word : attempted

Roland was just as fast out of suit, and just as light on his feet too. It didn't take much to cross the living room and into the hall once he stopped laughing over that adorable reaction. A predatory grin along his face as he reached out both hands, fingers grazing the sides of Sapphire's waist, the gap closing between the two. The hunter catching his prey in a final burst of energy.

The bought of laughter from the red head was her down fall as strong arms wrapped around her frame, lifting her easily into the air for a moment before being pulled against a strong warm frame. Hot breath tickled her ear as Roland joined her in laughing for the moment.

"Gotcha!" Long arms shifted the smaller woman in his arms to keep her comfortable against him while being held. Minor fussing coming from the other was normal. Typically cursing his long legs to catch up to her. Crossing into their bedroom, and plopping down onto the bed. Roland nuzzled his nose into curly red locks before placing a gentle kiss atop her head. " Love you my Star."

Arms loosened as if following a routine to allow Sapph to shift in a more comfortable position. All fussing ended once she settled in his lap happily, her attention turning to him once again. "Love you too my Leo." Gently tugging the front of his shirt, she leaned in kissing him gently.

Settling against one another, it was easy to relax and enjoy being in each other's company. Allowing the days stress, even if it was early in the day, to melt away. They were each others best remedy to a bad day after all.

After some time, Sapphire spoke up as she gazed at her husband. "You know.. I am sorry that I reacted like that. I wasn't trying to freak out over a little fry." Warmth spread through her as Roland's forehead settled gently against hers. Waiting for her to finish speaking before joining in. "I went to the doctor this mornin, and she kinda gave a bit of news I guess I wasn't quite prepared to hear. But it... It really does explain so much."

"Oh? And whats that?" He tried to remain calm. Normally Sapph was pretty straight forward with him. But she fidgeted in his lap while she beat around the bush so's to say. Which meant this was bigger than some virus he thought she might have contracted.

"Well..." She took a breath in, cheeks puffing out only slightly before letting it out in a quick release. Her cheeks colored a little while giving him a reassuring smile. "It's not death or anything like that.. but it will take bout nine months or so to let it pass..and another eighteen years before its all said and done." Seeing him arch a brow at her description almost made her laugh. "Oh come on haha... Its a baby... I'm pregnant Roland!" She felt giddy finally being able to tell him without her freaking out herself.

Those words sunk in heavy and quickly as his eyes widened. She was... It made sense the past few days.. even the past few weeks."Seriously?!" A swell of pride and joy spread through his chest and to the rest of his body as he pulled Sapphire in for a passion filled kiss. Any of her giggles died in her throat as she responded in kind. Pulling back for some air, laughter bubbled out. Excitement clear while holding his wife close. Her own cheerful giggles melded with his. "Holy shit.. haha that's.. that's some of the best news I've heard..." Planting a few small kisses along her face, he couldn't contain the smile that spread across his face. "God.. I was worried you were sick... Like really sick." What the hell would he do without his Star by his side? He'd already done so much to make sure she was safe. Enveloping her into his arms, held flush against him, he peppered her face with small kisses once more.

"No... I would have told you well before leaving the doctors if that were the case." A smile cracked across her face. One eye shut as she focused on her husband. All those little kisses filled her with so much love for this man. It was impossible for her to not figure out how to move closer, to soak up his affection in every way possible. "Now you're really stuck with me." Laughing, she kissed just along his jaw the first chance she got.

"Oh no...Guess I'll just have to cope with that by making sure we have the best life possible." Roland chuckled lightly.

"God I love you so much..."

"Love you too my Star."

#I figured I would fix this for you #is this how he finds out about their first daughter?#takes 9 billion years to post #not 100%#but I really hope you do like it #i kinda ran with it #<3

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writer-and-artist27 · 5 years

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Befriend Me

I don’t own anyone or anything except the concept of the story and the mentioned pianist in-story. Isshinta Asakura, better known as (cough cough cough) Uzumaki Shinta (cough cough cough), Gekkō Miyako, and Gekkō Keisuke belong to @langwrites.

Written as a whim and a passing muse, because a certain redhead deserves a companion in the afterlife. Also this serves as an unofficial drabble/side-story to The Sea and Stars, since asks for this original ask game stopped after a while and I just got the idea and went with it.

The theme this time is the piano version of Home from RWBY. Because it’s Lang’s favorite song from the Volume 4 Soundtrack and I found it fitting. :)

“So you’re the guy who’s been stealing my act!”

Shinta tried not to jolt from his seat up in the clouds, looking up from his window into the real world to meet bright green eyes. “Um,” he started politely, “your act?”

The apparent blue-haired man blinked, appearing to have not expected the confused reply. “I mean, there’s only so many windows up here. I thought I was the only guy who flew down to haunt the place every now and then.” He stood back up to rub the back of his spiky head, laughing. “But I guess that was an awkward way to start a conversation now, huh?”

“I don’t believe it was even a conversation,” Shinta said as politely as he could, doing his best to avoid a stammer. Even after so many years of adjusting to life after death, he still wanted to curse his mind for thinking like the 15-year old boy who couldn’t even muster the strength to aid Tomoe-chan in the end. Tomoe-chan… No… she was Miyako now.

He glanced back at the window one more time from habit before making eye contact. “Asakura—no,” he shook his head, adjusting his long red ponytail. That clan was no more. To—Miyako made sure of that. “Uzumaki Shinta,” he amended instead, shrugging his shoulders. “Could I get your name?”

The blue-haired man was staring straight at him again, before beaming. “Johan! Johan Anderson. Johan is just fine.” He offered a hand towards Shinta, and Shinta stared at it for a moment before taking it and shaking as firmly as he could without rustling his sitting space in the clouds. “So, fellow ghost, Shinta?”

Shinta wondered how Johan was still grinning, even with the large slash mark hidden behind the slightly rusted Leaf hitai-ite tied around his neck. A ninja. The slash said more than enough at a possible story, but Shinta held his tongue out of habit. The dead didn’t ask one another about the methods on how they passed from the real world out of common courtesy. “Ghost,” he agreed mildly. “Do you visit loved ones too?”

Johan’s smile turned a bit more wistful as he let go of the handshake. “All the time.” He proceeded to plop himself down on Shinta’s cloud to sit next to him, glancing down at the same window all the while. “The way I died… well,” Johan laughed, a bit bitter. “It wasn’t great. I hurt my best friend.” He wasn’t looking up at Shinta now, his green eyes dark while still focused on the window. “I protected him, but I didn’t even know of his feelings until now. So, I watch over him to make up for it.” He laughed again. “Silly, huh?”

Shinta shook his head immediately. He knew the feeling of leaving someone behind with regrets, even if his experiences with Miyako were different. “No,” he said quietly. “Not at all. I feel the same.” He turned back to the window, making out some forest foliage before turning his head back to face Johan again. “Do you want me to move the window to where your friend is? Or open it so you can fly down and visit directly?”

“Really?” Johan chuckled, mirth in his voice again. That was better. “Thanks for the offer. Sure, move the window. Or, give me a sec,” he reached over past Shinta’s haori to wipe at one of the window panes that served as the main map for the window to follow, “I got this.”

The glass instantly clouded over with Johan’s action, and Shinta watched out of curiosity and interest as the forest changed to that of the inside of a dojo. Besides him, Johan grinned. “Here we go…”

The image beyond the panes blurred a bit more before voices could finally come through.

“Strike-one! Strike-two! Block!”

Shinta froze almost immediately. That was Miyako’s voice.

“Hah, hah!”

“Tomoko-chan, you are faltering again! More force in that swing! Strike again!”

“Y-Yes, Miyako-shishō! Hah!”

“Block again!”

“Hah!”

Shinta blinked at Johan just as the other man turned to him, apparently having noticed his shock. “I’m guessing one of your loved ones is down there?” Johan pointed at the window, grinning sheepishly. “I mean, I forgot to mention that I watch over my niece there too, so I guess we’re even in that case!”

“Niece…” Shinta echoed in disbelief, turning his eyes back to the window from a lack of any words.

It had been years, but the spark of light that was originally in Uesugi Tomoe’s eyes was still present in Gekkō Miyako’s, just brighter now. Her smile too, was softer. “You are improving, Tomoko-chan.”

The girl standing across from Miyako was sweaty, panting in her training gi and clenching her shinai, but she was giggling. “Th-Thank you, Miyako-shishō.”

Miyako chuckled in return, a warmth in the sound that Shinta could barely connect to the Tomoe he was originally engaged with. “Tomoko-chan, again, you do not have to call me ‘shishō.’ ‘Miyako-bachan’ is more than sufficient.”

“I mean, Tomo,” Another person spoke up, and Shinta nearly threw his neck out to stare at the other child walking into the dojo area with Miyako’s likeness, grinning. Miyako’s daughter. “Keisuke” was the name. Shinta still questioned the reasoning behind that one. The eyes were enough proof of the blood relation, but the hair… “It’s still Mom. You don’t have to be so stiff.”

Tomoko’s blue eyes widened to an almost comical degree as her kenjutsu stance laxed. “But, but, Kei, it’s a respect thing…” she squirmed, trying to straighten herself while turning back to Miyako. “I-I mean, you teach me a lot of things, Miyako-shi— bachan!” She flailed in time to Johan’s quiet laughter. “From tea ceremonies to meditation to swords! Shishō just…” A bright pink colored the girl’s face. “It just seems fitting.”

Kei laughed in time with Miyako’s warm chuckle.

“D-Don’t laugh, I’m being serious…” Tomoko clutched her shinai with puffed cheeks. “Mugu.”

“Aren’t the kids adorable?” Johan cooed, and Shinta, even through the confusion, vaguely realized that he was still there, glancing at him. The sparkles bouncing off of him this time were hard to miss. “Tomoko-chan’s still shy but so cute! I still can’t believe how lucky Judai got!”

The names gently bounced off of Shinta’s head before the words sank in. “Tomoko…is your niece?”

Johan noticed his confusion again, with no time in-between sitting silence and replying. “Kinda.” The grin on his face this time was proud. “She’s the daughter of my best friend, and she calls me ‘Uncle,’ so she’s my niece!”

That was quite a thought to sit on. The daughter of Johan’s best friend was also the apparent niece of Miyako. Who shared the same character of “Tomo” in name as Miyako’s original identity. “…Uncle,” Shinta repeated, blinking.

“Uncle!” Johan put his hands in the clouds behind him while glancing up towards the sky, avoiding looking into the sun. “She’s a sweetheart, really.” His shoulders slumped. “She’s done a lot more than me, and she still tries to visit me when she’s not busy. Makes me wonder where she got it all from, the sweet.”

“I can certainly believe that,” Shinta said mildly, glancing back to the window in time to see Kei hand Tomoko a water bottle. “Considering Tomoe—Miyako-chan’s face down there.”

It was about time for Johan to stop his train of thought too. The blue-haired man turned on him so fast to the point of Shinta questioning if he’d get whiplash from his spiky hair flying around. “Miyako? You know Miyako, Shinta?”

From old memories, or perhaps habit, Shinta flushed, tugging on his ponytail. “We…we were once betrothed. Before she came to be ‘Miyako.’”

Johan’s expression changed to that of compassionate realization. “Oh,” he said, before turning back to the window. “I guess it’s a small world, huh?” He laughed again. Shinta didn’t know if it was sad or happy or both. He could at least take some relief in how Johan didn’t ask any more questions. “The daughter of my best friend Judai is friends with the daughter of your previous fiancé. What a world.”

Shinta mustered a smile back. “What a small world indeed,” he concluded solemnly.

Without thinking, he glanced back down at the window again. Tomoko had put away her shinai via leaning it against a wall in favor of chasing after Kei, who was laughing, probably from some kind of teasing joke, but Miyako—

Miyako was looking up towards their window.

Shinta lurched back from shock. Did she notice?

Those same black eyes were continuing to stare, an amused smile on her face before she lowered her head, shaking it. “No, it must be something else,” she picked up her shinai absently before shouting. “Girls! Back to training! We still have an hour before lunchtime!”

Kei threw her head back in time for Tomoko to collide into her from behind. “Ow, Tomo,” she sighed. “Darn.”

“Aaaaaah, I’m sorry!”

“It’s okay. Don’t get your heart rate up about it.” Kei proceeded to reach out towards her friend’s hair to ruffle it.

“Surprised, huh?” Shinta glanced at Johan as soon as Johan rocked forward to rest his hands on his knees. “The living do notice us. Like that.”

That was new. There was never a moment in the times before, when Shinta looked through the window, that that happened. “All the time?”

“Sometimes.” Johan rolled his shoulders forward in a shrug, still resting his hands on his knees. From Shinta’s point of view, he looked like a curled up blue owl. “Judai nearly did when that little girl was born. I wasn’t expecting Tomoko-chan to reach out to me like that anyways,” he laughed loudly. “I know it sounds weird as all hell, but it’s nice, being noticed.”

Shinta glanced back down at the window again. Miyako had gone back to her instructing, and Kei—

Kei was the one staring this time. Shinta could only find himself gaping as she grinned and gave him a small thumbs-up before turning back. “Tomo, you’re slouching again!”

“E-Eh?! Where!”

The smile was already blooming on his face. That was the first time someone noticed him, and it was Miyako’s daughter. Of course. This was the same feeling Johan must’ve had.

“I get it,” Shinta said quietly. “I get it.”

Johan turned his head to beam in his direction, green eyes bright like before. “Hey,” he leaned in with that same grin. “Wanna exchange stories?”

Shinta smiled. A friend. It was a nice thought. After death, Shinta never thought of entertaining that kind of relationship again. Now was a better time than any. “Alright. Who should start first?”

#the sea and stars #writing #drabbles #miyako gekko #uzumaki shinta #johan anderson #hoshino tomoko #keisuke gekko #long post #yuki judai

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Prompt possible ideas

made groups of prompts, these are possible ideas, possible characters/scenarios listed. Up for changes/ suggestions..

Possible Prompt groups

Loki

169 “There’s a snake in my boot. No, I’m serious. Why is there a snake in my boot?”

27 “I want to go home.” “And I want to go to the moon. It ain’t happening sweetheart. Time to accept that.”

99 “Rule number one: don’t bother sucking up. I already hate you, that’s not going to change.”

195 “Please, be gentle with me. I’ll break if you aren’t careful enough.”

Loki

191 “I’m begging you. Please.”

3 “Right now, I don’t know if I want to kiss you or shove you off a bridge” “Can I pick?”

115 “I’m not shy. I’m just examining my prey.”

28 “Sometimes, memories are the worst torture.”

Saving Loki possibly

348 “Are you SURE I can’t punch him in the face?” “Yes.” “What if I break his nose a little?”

329 “Are we going to carry on like this or are you going to give him back to me.”

281 “Ah, well if you want them back alive, I suggest you lay down your own life.”

67 “The female of the species is more deadly than the male.”

Loki

228 “You stood up for me.”

260 “You could’ve- could’ve stayed. You could’ve helped me fix things.”

319 “Next time, I won’t be here to salvage your wreckage. This is the last time.”

238 “Stab me. No, seriously. Stab me.”

Loki trying to convince himself/you he doesn’t care about you

222 “I prefer being alone.”

215 “I don’t care! I don’t!”

10 “You have no power over me.” “You sure about that?”

301 “Time was always a measurement of this relationship and we finally ran out.”

Loki trying to find out which one of you/robot double a villain created is real, says You love Me, you blush he shoots the other as she tries to object

79 “Good, bad, I’m the one with the gun.”

81 “You’re insane, but you might also be brilliant.”

240 “But I’m not her.”

257 “If you had have kept your mouth shut, then he’d still- he’d still be here!”

Loki possibly

48 “Frankly my dear, I don’t give a damn.”

71 “I already know that I’m going to hell. At this point it’s really go big or go home.”

14 “You’re not as evil as people think you are.” “No. I’m much worse.”

126 “Such big evil in such a little thing.”

64 “Even when we were kids, I always kicked your ass!”

241 “I need you to see yourself as I do.”

96 “You haven’t even seen my bad side yet.”

129 “Oh honey, I would but… I don’t want to.”

259 “Now I have to deal with the consequences of your actions. Thanks, it means a lot.”

376 “Why me?” “Because you saw me when I was invisible.”

342 “After the funeral, let’s surrender.”

91 “Idiots. I’m surrounded by idiots.”

85 “Why does everyone assume the worst of me.” “It saves time.”

217 “This pain… it’s still fresh. Give me time.”

190 “I’m surrendering myself to you; body and soul. What more do you want?”

103 “Have fun being a big deal.” “I will.”

218 “Your memory will burn like a fire.”

361 “Hey, I didn’t kill anyone today!” “What do you want? A gold star.”

339 “Kiss me quick and leave them be.”

164 “I know the police.” “What? You know all the police?” “Well, it’s more like they know me.”

315 “You are everything I hate, don’t ever come back.”

369 “I’m fine.” “You don’t look fine.” “Then stop looking.”

68 “Don’t look in her eyes, she might steal your soul.”

244 “Let’s do something spontaneous!”

183 “We are in this together – for better or for worse, do you hear me? I’m not giving up that easily.”

184 “You don’t even have to hold me, and I still feel safe with you.”

12 “Excuse me! I was a superhero for ten whole minutes!” “And in that time you got kidnapped and we had to come to the rescue”

9 “I’d rather be pecked to death by a flock of hummingbirds.”

186 “I’m vulnerable around you, and it only gets worse when you smile.”

188 “I always come back to you.”

258 “What did you want once this was all through? Tell me!”

200 “Take it – I don’t care. Take it all!”

…

Bucky/Thor/Loki, staying in motel waiting on team to get you/noisy neighbors you snuggle with him when you get scared

344. ‘There is only one bed.’

105. Don’t make me come over there myself!

129. Are you cold?

329. ‘Wake up, please.’

…

Walking in on Thor/Loki singing as they bake for holidays/birthday possibly

246. “you really need to go.”

185. “hello? it’s me. i was-”

283. “Hey, I said stop!”

390. ‘I didn’t know you could sing.’

Dating superhero

332 “You’ve never been loved, I can tell.”

21 “Wait, you’re a superhero?” “How do you not know? My face is literally on the news on a weekly basis.” “I’m in grad school. I won’t have time to follow popular media until I finish my thesis. You’re lucky I’ve carved out some non-existent free time to date you.”

278 “How is it that we always end up in this predicament?”

51 “Excuse me. I have to go make a scene.”

Bucky

243 “What are you running from? Why are you so scared?”

74 “I’m not a damsel in distress. I’m a damsel doing damage.”

131 “I’m gonna make you wish you were dead.”

22 “I’m just really tired of watching you get thrown off the tops of buildings”

Bucky?

210 “Sometimes we get hurt and we just have to find a way to overcome it, and sometimes… sometimes it’s not enough to heal the wounds.”

263 “I hope I’m not put in the same part of hell as you.”

216 “There are times I can drink the pain away, but this time it’s become impossible.”

100 “Oh God, we’re not gonna have to hug or anything, are we.”

Bucky

316 “Evil doesn’t come close.”

53 “I heard that!” “You were supposed to!”

40 “She may seem like lollipops and rainbows but I bet behind close doors she’s latex and whips.”

152 “I’m trapped under the bed again.” “What do you mean ‘again’?”

Dwalin possibly

357 “What are you afraid of?” “You.”

149 “I did not eat the cookies. I’ve never even seen a cookie in my life.”

390 “Neither one us is drunk enough for this conversation.”

292 “I hope I see you in a body bag sometime.”

Drunken modern Thorin arguing over losing a game possibly

293 “Let’s pretend you didn’t cheat on me with my sister and be good people for a few minutes.”

43 “I don’t think I could ever stab someone. I mean, let’s be honest. I can barely get the straw in the Capri Sun.”

358 “I don’t give a damn.” “You give so many damns they’re visible from SPACE.”

213 “Don’t stop.”

Thorin

279 “I want to wipe that grin of your face with my sword, but my mother taught me to play nicely.”

45 “Insanity runs in my family. It practically gallops.”

93 “I care so little, I almost passed out.”

69 “She’s hot, but she’s evil.”

Thorin Possibly/Thranduil

379 “You know, no one bothered me this much when I was dead.”

312 “Nothing can justify this, you’ve ruined him.”

364 “I saved your life.” “You pushed me off a building.”

226 “Don’t go too far, alright? I wanna be able to catch up to you, just give me time.”

Thorin modern break up drunken after call possibly

225 “Fuck, I wish I could give you one more kiss, to feel your warmth, to see you smile… I miss you so much.”

237 “I’m sorry, was I supposed to laugh?”

153 “I shouldn’t have to tell you not to eat that.”

204 “I don’t even remember the last time I got a decent amount of sleep. I’m hallucinating things, I can’t focus for more than five minutes… I’m going crazy.”

Modern Thorin Possibly

87 “You successfully cured him/her of anything interesting about his/her personality.”

344 “It’ll be fun explaining this to your sister. I hope she likes horror stories.”

167 “Elbows and knees. That’s the fight club motto.” “No, it’s really not.”

368 “You look…” “Beautiful, I know. Can we move on?”

Fili/Kili possibly

111 “I know most people don’t like me; I don’t care, I don’t like most people.”

203 “Would you look at that? Anger does fuel me.”

143 “Sex dream? About you? Nah…it was about, uh, my uncle!”

119 “Ah, he’s playing hard-to-get. That’s cute.”

Modern Fili/Kili comes to visit, keeps ruining your snuggling moments

370 “You gotta stop doing that.” “What?” “Saying things that make me wanna kiss you.”

120 “You’re kinda anti-social, you know that?”

130 “And hello to you too… little homewrecker.”

372 “I hate you.” “Why? I’m lovely.”

…

Fili modern possibly

285. “Wanna go out sometime?”

242. “why didn’t you tell me?”

173. “everything will fall into place.”

350. ‘Let’s ditch this place and do something fun!’

…

Modern Fili/Kili drunk in park – rickety rope bridge maybe

251. “I can’t do this.”

313. ‘That’s not what I meant!’

150. Didn’t you read the sign?

83. Are you drunk?

Thranduil

180 “I don’t belong in your universe.”

63 “I’m gonna hit you so hard, it’ll make you ancestors dizzy.”

248 “This will be the last time you lie to me.”

249 “You know it’s not like that.”

Not sure

77 “This place hold a lot of memories for me. Some bad, some… No. No, no, all bad.”

355 “You don’t strike me as a professional criminal.” “That’s what makes me so good at it.”

323 “This is always how it ends.”

326 “This isn’t Romeo and Juliet, this is real life and I can go on without you.”

Fight

199 “Never trust a man whose smile steals the breath right from your lungs.”

72 “Go on, knock his teeth down his throat.”

15 “Why do you keep risking your life? To prove a point?” “Yes.”

62 “Wow, there’s a big surprise. I think I’m going to have a heart attack and die from surprise.”

Not sure

321 “No one will keep your name alive. Once you’re gone, everything you once stood for disappears too.”

78 “A little gasoline… blowtorch… no problem.”

350 “She’s my best friend. That hasn’t changed.” “It’s clear your feelings for her has.”

313 “You live with so much guilt, I hope it drives you mad one of these days.”

Not sure Lost, found message at destination

145 “The punch was out of love. For myself.”

46 “Oh darling. Go buy a brain.”

168 “I don’t get lost. I take the long way.”

224 “If you’re reading this then that means… that means I didn’t make it. I’m sorry.”

Modern Picked up at a bar

2 “Can I buy you a drink?”

234 “Daddy.”

374 “Literally everything about this is illegal.”

272 “We’re never going to have a happy ending, just remember that.”

…

Character sabotages tickets so them/oc/reader is stuck just one more night

234. “then you tell me why.”

378. ‘Just this once.’

264. “So, it was you.”

367. ‘Let’s go to bed.’

…

Baby sitting – story time

155. “and then everything just disappears.”

366. ‘Just breathe.’

123. I haven’t slept in four days…

21. Thanks for nothing.

Francis

196 “I promise I’ll be tender.”

214 “Please, just… touch me.”

176 “Who knew bear traps were that common?”

137 “This is fun.” “Seriously, we’re trying to hide a body.”

…

Francis

343. ‘I’m never letting go.’

291. “Sorry, were you sleeping?”

249. “Please, come with me.”

365. ‘Look what I found!’

…

Francis

361. ‘You’re cold.’

268. “Alright, I love you.”

369. ‘Let’s go exploring!’

73. Oh, Are you ticklish?

…

Francis/loki possibly, kidnapped to avoid you being harmed/taken

14. You’re a disappointment.

260. “I can’t trust you.”

144. Put me down!

43. You’re special to me.

…

Francis possibly

258. “Who were you with?”

23. Why did you spare me?

352. ‘Today is a new day.’

20. Please don’t hurt me like this.

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cafechenle · 6 years

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soft bias tag 💓🌙

i was tagged by @love4jaemin! thank u angel ... i love u lots!

im going to tag @cokehei n @cupidjohnny n @forjaemin n @ripcishets n @stronghyuck 🌙💛

• who’s your bias

zhong chenle

• what made you notice him/ her?

in chewing gum’s like behind the scenes, he was the one always being loud and smiling and um .. i just really loved his personality! one search of his name later and i have loved him ever since.

• what’s your favorite thing about him/ her?

his personality? like he is so bright and literally nothing will stop him from being himself? like even the language barriers in the beginning did not deter him from being himself! i just love how lovely and talkative he is kfhs a tall dork

• who would initiate skinship more?

honestly i would think both of us are fairly clingy .. so it would be quite equal

• who would hog blankets more?

him! im more of a cuddle with a pillow or with people person than a blanket person oof

• who would be more clingy?

depends! i think we would both be clingy tbh .. maybe chenle actually idk i kinda get scared of bothering people ..

• who would say “i love you” first?

me .. i say it a lot platonically tbh .. but in a relationship i actually don’t know if i will be able to say it in romantic connotations.

• who would be more easily flustered?

me, i can’t handle too much affection? my heart is just not ready for that level of cute to be honest.

• what cuddling position would you two have?

oh .. spooning probably! w/ him as the big spoon because i like my warmth and cuddles 😤

• which colors remind you of them and why?

yellow and white because he is so bright and shiny? like he is a star so the only colours you could really associate with a star are yellow and white.

• which season would you like to spend with them?

spring! i am all about the flower crowns, picnics and the rainy days!

• who would bake cookies and who would steal the batter?

chenle is cooking which might mean disaster but at least it would be funny right? im just gonna nick stuff off and have him complain about how i am eating all the ingredients.

• which one of you would make bad puns and how would the other react?

definitely me, i have a damn dad jokes notebook no one can beat me at this. i think chenle would be the kind to take it as a challenge and try to find an even worse one oof

• who would want to adopt 50 dogs and cats?

me! lets go pupper army!

• which one of you would nearly burn down the kitchen trying to microwave a pop tart and who would come to the rescue?

definitely chenle burning down the kitchen w/ his foil in the microwave bullshit and me running to get him a damn bowl to put his shit in!

• who likes to lean over trail railings and who pulls them back?

chenle, he seems like a big daydreamer? so he would probably do shit like this unconsciously. i am good for stuff like this so i would pull him back because i don’t want him to get hurt.

• what would watching a horror film with them be like?

i am …. not good w/ horror films during them? like i can forget them soon enough and i can sleep in the night, but i just really hate watching them?chenle seems like someone who would scream w/ u during the movies so i guess we been doing that!

• who would be the cheesy flirt and who would be the smooth flirt?

hmmm … tbh … we are both cheesy flirts but we have our smoother moments!

• who is more competitive?

definitely going to be a problem because both of us are hella competitive? i think we would battle it out even on the small dumb things (eg. who can eat their pizza quicker than the other?)

• who would have to be given constant reminders?

hmm i think chenle, but also me tbh? i usually am quite organised but i would appreciate reminders because um sometimes my calendar doesn’t remind me that i have 4 homeworks due tomorrow and i have to do them all in periods oof. i think we would leave those cute lil “eat your food!” notes too uwu

• who sends memes and cute “i miss you” texts at 3 am?

oh both of us def. i think we are both good meme enthusiasts and hey .. i gotta say we would be pretty cute so i mean!

#ahh this was the cutest tag i have ever done oof #like seriously ??? it is so cute? and it made me so happy to do it #hani.abt

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spacechip707 · 6 years

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48 or 62? :-o Congrats❤️

Thank you! Kinda mixed it a bit? I guess? I got a little carried away, but here’s some morning fluff xP I hope you like it!

48. Morning kiss

62. Lazy Morning Kisses Before They’ve Even Opened Their Eyes, Still Mumbling Half-Incoherently, Not Wanting To Wake Up

Saeyoung was beautiful, MC decided. Sunlight bathed the room in gentle light. It weaved through his bright red hair, though it didn’t dare disturb his slumber by touching his face.

MC wasn’t sure how long she’d been staring at her husband. Originally, she was intrigued by the small twitch of his nose. But her eyes soon wandered, trailing down his other features and drinking in every detail of the man beside her. Light freckles spattered across his bare shoulders like stars. White lines of old scars served as constellations as they wound their way to his pronounced collarbone.

Her fingers gravitated to his ginger locks curling at the nape of his neck. She twisted them around her pinky and smiled at how they bounced when released. Then, she brought her attention back to his face. He had once told her he wasn’t “half-bad” without glasses, but that was a severe understatement.

Saeyoung wasn’t handsome in the way Zen or Jumin was. He didn’t possess delicate features or a stunning complexion. Soft…was the only word MC could use to describe him. It was as if his the kindness inside of his soul sprouted to his head and blossomed onto his face.

She loved every bit of it. His eyes, naturally crinkled from his laughter and smiles. His ears, protruding from his head just a tiny bit. His nose, peppered with spots to match his shoulders. And his lips…she adored his lips.

Her admiration wasn’t only based off the many doting kisses with which he blessed her daily. Those lips were where his true self was reflected. They held his smile–both gentle and cheesy, and they were the gateway to the dorky laugh that made her heart clench so tightly inside in her chest.

They showed sadness sometimes too. On those nights where his past returned to him as a spectre in his dreams, those lips produced such heartbreaking sobs…

MC drew her index finger across them. They were a little coarse from the night’s sleep, but still familiar and warm. She inhaled sharply when closed together to place a kiss at the base of her thumb.

Saeyoung’s golden eyes peeked out from under his heavy lids. He blinked blearily, though those crinkles returning so early in the day.

“Hello,” he mumbled against her palm.

His smile was contagious, and MC found her mouth following suit. “Good morning, sleepy head,” she returned.

His lashes fluttered against his cheek as he visibly fought against sleep. “What time’s it?” he slurred out.

MC’s stomach flipped as the breathy question fanned across her face. His voice was hoarse, gravelly, and penetrating to her eardrum despite being barely above a whisper. When she didn’t answer, his eyes attempted to focus on the blaring red numbers of the alarm, but no doubt they were nothing but a blur to his terrible vision.

“Early,” she replied simply to put him out of his squinting misery. Her fingertips skimmed over the smooth skin on his arm, exploring the tense outlines of his muscles and tracing their every curve.

He hummed in response, his eyes once again hidden from sight as he succumbed to the laziness that had him in its throes before. “Is it time to get up yet?”

“I’m afraid so,” she said, keeping her voice low lest she steal the peace resting over his person. She withdrew her touch and tucked both hands underneath her head.

A groan of disgust rumbled from the back of his throat. The mattress creaked when he rolled onto his back and wriggled into the sheets in search of a new comfortable position. The back of his wrist rested over one eye, and his chest fell back into a steady rhythm. Tethered as they were, MC found her own breaths matching his.

In…out…in…out…until darkness once again blanketed her vision.

She sucked in a short gasp and forced her eyelids back open. Determined not to buckle under the lulling temptation to join her husband, she propped herself onto one elbow and jabbed his side. “Saeyoung, come on.”

The top of his lip twisted upwards, and he batted the air as if casting away her prodding. “ ‘m still sleepy.”

MC chuckled in response, scooting closer to settle between the crook of his arm sprawled across her side of the bed. She pressed a kiss to his shoulder, noting the pleasant temperature emanating from his skin to her lips. “We have things to do.”

His chest thrummed in an ambiguous grunt. She nudged her knee into his hip, increasing the pressure until a scowl disrupted his stoic features. His brows furrowed together and a whine slipped from his closed mouth.

Another poke to his side.

“MC!” he complained. He snatched his arm from under head, sending her plummeting into the cushions. An ornery huff was the last thing she heard before he turned his back to her. Cruelly, he ripped half of the blanket from her shoulders, letting the harsh morning air rake across her skin while he stayed bundled in the layer of cloth. The thief.

Eager to escape the cold, MC scurried further into the remnant of covers until her body was pressed flush against his. Her arms slid around his middle, and she took a moment to relish in the heat he provided.

Before she could settle into this tantalizingly cozy spot, her mind flayed her with all the errands waiting for them outside the haven that was their bed. Unable to resist the echoing list of responsibilities for long, MC made a resolution to escape the trap of silky sheets, downy blankets, and luxurious body heat.

Without disturbing her husband, she hoisted her torso to sit against the headrest. She was acutely aware of the contrast between the chilly draft attacking her exposed arms and the warmth enwrapping her legs beneath the covers.

Still, she swung her feet to the ground, shivering as the cold rug tickled her toes. Just as she leaned forward to stand, something grabbed the hem of her shorts. She turned to find Saeyoung latched onto her clothes with the fistful of cotton slipping through his sleepy fingers.

“Don’t go,” he whined.

“One of us has to get up,” she said, though her body involuntarily slinked against into the comforter. “Besides, you keep stealing the blankets, so there’s no point in trying to sleep.“

His hands patted blindly across the mattress until finding her clothing again–this time her shirt. His mouth parted in an inhaling breath, probably in preparation to finally open those eyes for good–or at least longer than three seconds.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it,” he drawled with childish huff. “Stay with me. Please?”

Saeyoung may have been beautiful when still under the effects of sleep, but he was an absolute nightmare when it came to waking up. Unfortunately for MC, he was a cute nightmare. His lips were pursed in a sulky pout, making his cheeks appear rounder…like a chipmunk. She shook the thought from her head, determined to fight against his charm.

It was a short battle. He yanked her shirt, finding enough strength in the last few seconds to successfully drag her deeper into the bed. His legs kicked under the sheets until they found her own and clamped them in a scissorhold. “Stay,” he said flatly.

MC hated how much effort it took to even try to move. Sluggish energy trickled through her veins, barely providing enough to squirm under his hold let alone free herself. She flopped her head back against the pillow, her consciousness already deteriorating under the promise of sleep.

“But there’s so much to do,” she moaned.

The tip of his nose nestled against the crook of her neck, and his chest reverberated against her arm as he grumbled. “Two more hours,” he said.

“You have work,” she pointed out. He only pulled her closer.

“One more hour,” he bargained, tilting his head upwards so his lips landed on the sensitive area between her ear and jaw. Her stomach fluttered when he planted a swift kiss.

She fidgeted in his hold until he allowed her to lay on her side, her back facing him. She soon found that a mistake as he rested his mouth against her back, dragging it back and forth across her bare skin, pausing only at the shudder he managed to elicit.

“We need to make breakfast,” she stammered, her face heating at how easily she melted into his hands. Still, she let her one foot hang outside the covers–a testament to her obstinacy to actually get up on time. For once.

“Breakfast never takes long,“ he murmured against the arch of her neck. He peppered soft kisses down her shoulder, each one slow and rolling off her with calculative tenderness. He loosened his hold on her legs only to push her flat on her back so his face hovered above her form.

Any mood he had tried to create to keep her in bed dissipated as soon as she caught a glimpse of his now ransacked appearance.

His hair which had been so neat against the pillow was thoroughly mussed—partially from her own doing. Strands jutted into the air at odd angles, and a few thinner curls stuck to his forehead framing it in an odd oval.

“What?” He mumbled, though his chest heaved a half-laugh.

“You look funny,” she said. A string of sleepy giggles fell from her mouth.

His nose wrinkled in displeasure, and the pink tip of his tongue peeked from his mouth along with his mocking whine. “Not all of us can look gorgeous as soon we wake up,” he returned.

MC glanced at the folded pair of striped glasses on the nightstand before shifting her gaze to the floor-length mirror in the corner of the room. Her hair was in worse disarray than his with a lump of knots forming at the base of her neck and several arching tufts poking up from her scalp.

“I’ll take your words lightly, considering you can’t really see me,” she pointed out.

Finally deciding to sit upright, he leaned back on his palms with more force than necessary. The springs of the mattress bounced her upwards and closer to him. His unfocused pupils flitted across her general form while a smile unfolded across his lips. “Well, you’re the prettiest blur of colors in the morning.”

She clicked her tongue, wondering how he could manage such a flirtatious comment only moments after his small tantrum.

Her hand drifting upwards to his cheek. “Hmm…not as beautiful as you—even with the bedhead.”

He flushed noticeably after her words. A stranded syllable floated from his mouth before he retracted from her touch. His eyes darted about the room as if his words had somehow scattered themselves on the wall. When he still couldn’t form a coherent sentence, he teetered to his side and buried his face into her stomach.

MC grunted under the unexpected weight, though she chuckled when he let out a moan. “You can’t say things like that this early,” he said into her shirt.”My poor heart.”

She squirmed as his breath seeped into the cloth and spread across the sensitive area. He seemed to notice and surfaced his head to face her, the tips of his ears still a brilliant scarlet.

“I’m not sorry,” she said, earning another glare from the redhead. She softened as the remnants of slumber trickled through her veins, and a calm washed over the barely roused couple. “I’m being serious though. I feel lucky waking up next to you.”

“I do too,” he said with a thoughtful hum. His hand rested on her forearm for a brief moment before his calloused fingers trailed down her skin. His thumb traced the outline of her wedding band, and a hushed breath tickled her stomach again. “But, sometimes it scares me.”

MC snorted. “Oh? Am I scary in the morning? I thought I was pretty.”

“Not what I meant,” he chuckled. His levity was short-lived, and his brows once again furrowed in that pensive, brooding frown. “I’m just so happy, that it feels too good to be true. It’s like a dream half of the time, and sometimes I wonder if it isn’t. I’m scared that I’ll just wake up one day, and it’ll all be gone. You’ll be gone… And I’ll go back to those days where there was no point in waking up at all.”

MC swallowed hard against her rising emotions. She removed her hand from his and rested it on his cheek.

“Saeyoung,” she said, remaining silent until he was forced to look at her. “This is real. We’re married, living in the same house, loving each other and getting annoyed with each other over stupid things. And the only time you need to be scared of waking up is if you steal the covers from me.”

He inclined his head downward, hiding a guilty smile in the fabric of her shirt. She let out a chuckle of her own before she went on.

“I’m not going away anytime soon,” she said, lowering her voice as if she was speaking a reverent oath. Perhaps she was. “Promise.”

The pad of her thumb brushed across his skin, which had once again risen in temperature. He lifted his face though he didn’t meet her gaze, and the edge of his mouth twitched upwards. “Thank you,” he murmured. “For always reassuring me.”

She nodded and ruffled his hair to worsen its already dishevelled condition. He scrunched his nose, but let her continue until she was satisfied with her destruction. “I’ll tell you every time you wake up if you need me to.”

Saeyoung raised a brow. He adjusted his lower half horizontally to better accommodate his new position with MC as his pillow. His arm snaked around her middle as he nuzzled his cheek deeper into her tummy. “Well, in that case, I’ll need another reassurance in an hour or so.”

“Saeyoung, no!” She protested, propping herself onto her elbows to displace him from his position. “Come on, we really—“

Any further complaint died on her tongue when she stared directly into his golden irises. He crawled over to her side again, caging her between his arms so his warmth once again transferred to her body. “Can’t we postpone the morning a little longer? Please?”

MC wanted to refuse, reminded of all the impending errands awaiting them outside the sanctuary of their bedroom. But alas, the lips she adored so much were drenched in honey as they met with her own, and she found her will deteriorating under one last kiss.

“One more hour can’t hurt,” she reluctantly agreed.

Happily, he returned to her side, his eyes wrinkling in unspoken thanks before fluttering shut. Contentment unravelled across his face, and MC couldn’t find any remorse within herself. She loved seeing that beautiful face when she woke, and the prospect of experiencing it a second time in one morning was worth any consequence their idleness would bring.

#Anonymous #mystic messenger #saeyoung choi #saeyoung x reader #saeyoung x mc #mystic messenger imagines #mystic messenger fanfic #mystic messenger fanfiction #mystic messenger imagine #mystic messenger one-shot

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allthephils · 6 years

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Word count: 2677 Rated M (mentions of sex, adult themes, sleeping beauty au)

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Chapter 6

What are you willing to do?

What was he willing to do? Phil sat down on the closest pew and folded his hands under his chin. He didn’t know how to answer that question. There seemed to be an assumption that Phil was the key to all of this, that he and Dan were destined to be together and that only their love would satisfy the curse. Phil found it a little harder to breathe under all that pressure. Of course he loved Dan, he would always love Dan, but the truth was, he had moved on. He had loved again, more than once, if not totally successfully. He still felt that Dan was the person he would later describe as the love of his life, once he had lived enough life to say that sort of thing. The threat of losing him, not just romantically, but truly losing Dan, had brought buried feelings to the surface and Phil wasn��t sure if he could trust his own heart right now. Dan had made the choice, he didn’t want Phil. So why then, almost 5 years later, was Dan’s family so convinced that Phil was the one?

“Your highness.” Phil kept his eyes to the floor in front of him.

“Please, call me Danielle. This situation is too important for all of that nonsense.”

He lifted his eyes to meet hers and smiled slightly. “Danielle, I’m at a bit of a loss here. Dan and I haven’t spent any time together in years. I moved on and judging by what I saw in the tabloids so did he.”

Danielle huffed quietly and waved a dismissive hand. Adrian reached up from where he sat to take his mother’s hand and encouraged her to join him. She sat stiffly on the edge of the wooden seat.

“I’m just not sure if what Dan and I had is going to cut it, curse wise, I mean.” Phil considered the account of Dan’s health from his meeting with Prince Walter. “However, if my presence had even a small positive effect on Dan, I think it makes sense to try.”

“So you’ll kiss him?” Her voice was so hopeful, so frightened, it broke Phil’s heart to respond.

“No.” Phil took a deep breath as he watched her face fall. He wasn’t going to budge on this. “And I’m not signing anything. But what if I spend some more time with him and we see what happens? I was only in there for 3 minutes. What if I sit with him? Talk to him. For an hour or two or all day. They say that sort of thing helps coma patients.”

“This isn’t a coma.” Danielle snapped at Phil.

“I know.” He spoke softly. “I know. But it helped before, maybe more time with me will bring more change. I want the same thing you want, Danielle. I want Dan to come back to us. Let’s just take it one day at a time.”

Danielle nodded a small affirmation and Adrian breathed a sigh of relief, wrapping an arm around her.

“Can we start now?” Adrian asked.

“What about the suitors?” Phil had almost forgotten about all that.

“We haven’t let anyone in since yesterday. They’re still lined up, people camped out.” Adrian stood and kissed his mum on her head. “We should be able to get you in without anyone seeing.”

“Ok.” Phil stood. “Let’s go see Dan then.”

He followed Adrian back outside. The walk to the guest apartments, where Dan was being kept, was fairly long. Adrian’s hands were in his pockets as he shuffled along. Phil wanted so badly to ask about Dan. How had he been these last few years? How was uni? Did he mention Phil often? What had he said? How did they get here? Instead he stayed quiet, understanding that it wasn’t time for his needs to be met right now. He could ask Dan all those questions himself and soon as he woke up so he resolved to focus on that and that alone. They entered a side door not unlike the one from the morning, walked down several hallways, and came to set of double doors. It was the interior entrance to the operating theatre, as it was known. Adrian and Phil stopped and stared at one another until Phil broke the silence.

“Would you like to spend some time with him first? I don’t know how much you’ve been able to see him, with all of this going on.”

“Nah, he doesn’t even know I’m there.” Adrian kept his eyes down.

“Don’t say that. Of course he knows when you’re there, you’re his brother.” Phil put a hand on his arm.

“We weren’t close. I was such a dick to him. I’m the last thing he needs right now.” Adrian’s lip quivered.

“None of that matters, Adrian. You’re brothers. All brothers are dicks to each other sometimes. God, I used to torment Martyn at your age, but he means the world to me. Dan loves you so much. He told me. He talked about you and your future and he worried. He loves you.”

“Well,” Adrian looked at Phil. “he loves you more. So please just help him.”

Phil felt the weight of his role in this again, heavier this time. He wasn’t sure he could move. He tried to convey sympathy and compassion in the look he gave to this kid standing with him, this kid with so much to lose. Phil swallowed and heaved a deep, full breath. He squared his shoulders and stepped forward, opening the door.

The sun streamed in through Phil’s window, seeping through his closed eyelids and warming his cheeks. He arched his back, stretching under the covers, then curled around onto his side and buried his face in the pillow. He wasn’t ready to admit he was awake despite the assault of daylight. As he snuggled the duvet tighter around himself, it occurred to him that he was shirtless, in just his pants. His half asleep brain began to remember; Dan had been in his room, Dan had gotten him a glass of water, Dan had seen him shirtless! He had only moments to be mortified because his next memory was the feel of Dan’s lips on his cheek and his fingers in Dan’s hair. His heart fluttered and he stretched his legs, feeling the warmth of desire spread through him. Maybe it was silly to to feel anything but romantic about a kiss like that but Phil had long ago filed Dan in the 18+ part of his brain and there was no fighting it. Dan just breathing was sexy to Phil and the thought of him caring so sweetly for him, then kissing him so tenderly was, well, really fucking hot. He ran his finger over his chest and slowly began to move his hand lower on his body, eyes still closed softly. Just before things got really good, his phone rang out on the nightstand. He rolled toward the sound, grabbed his glasses and squinted at the bright screen.

Dan: I had a great time last night.

Phil blushed. He felt like he’d been caught in the act and he laughed at himself as he formulated his response. Eyeing Dan’s last message, Phil typed.

Phil: The most fun you’ve ever had?

Dan: I stand by that statement.

Phil: Thanks for taking care of me last night. No one’s ever done that for me.

Dan: You have a funny effect on me, Phil Lester.

Phil. :) I had a great time too. At least, the parts I remember were great.

Dan: Hmm. Do you remember stealing me away from Iris Spencer?

Phil: Yep

Dan: Do you remember laying your head on my shoulder on the balcony?

Phil: I do.

Dan: Do you remember biting me?

Phil: I’m sorry, what?

Dan: After we’d been on the balcony a while. We were talking about the stars, finding shapes. You bit my shoulder. You kinda clawed at me too.

Phil: Oh god. I’m just gonna go jump out the window now. Bye forever.

Dan: No! Don’t do that. I was planning on keeping you around for a while. Don’t worry, it was cute. I took it as a compliment.

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Dan: When can I see you again?

Phil considered playing it cool, pretending to be busy again, but Dan had literally tucked him in last night. Maybe they were already past that.

Phil: Literally anytime.

Dan: Yay! Wednesday?

Phil: Sure. You wanna get dinner somewhere?

Dan: I’m kinda not allowed to go anywhere that’s open.

Dan: Sorry I’m not normal.

Phil: Normal is boring. You wanna come over here? I’m a terrible cook but we can order in.

Dan: I would kill for real life delivery pizza.

Phil: Hopefully, it won’t come to that.

Phil: 7?

Dan: 7 it is. I can’t wait. xo

3 days is a long time to wait for a date with someone you’ve crushed on from afar for months. It’s a long time to wait when you aren’t totally convinced this isn’t all a dream. Phil tried his best to stay busy. He made a video and put it up. He filmed a gaming video. He did a live show and spent the whole time talking about Stephen King but thinking about Dan and he had lunch with Louise twice. He cleaned his apartment to a level that he had never attained before. Dan grew up at Windsor castle and is currently staying at Buckingham palace, so yeah, no pressure. Every little thing that happened, every cute dog, every strange encounter on the tube, he wanted to tell Dan. He mostly resisted that urge. Unfortunately, day drinking margaritas with Louise loosened him up a bit and he sent a selfie cradling his giant burrito in his arms like it was a baby. To be fair, it was a really big burrito, and Louise was egging him on mercilessly. Dan responded with a photo of himself, pouting, bottom lip sticking out, looking down at a plate of very dignified but very sad looking finger sandwiches.

“Gah, he’s so cute!” Phil held the photo up for Louise to see.

“Told you you should text him. I can’t believe you’re gonna do it with Prince Daniel. You’re so lucky.” Louise began reapplying her lipstick in a tiny compact mirror.

“Louise!”

“What? Aren’t you?” Louise said.

Phil felt flushed. “Louise, stop. I don’t know. I mean, maybe eventually. It’s only our second date.”

“You’re a stronger man than I, friend. I don’t like to wait too long. What if you really get to like him and the sex is rubbish. Anyway, He. Is. Fit. I’d get on that if I were you.” Louise snapped her compact closed.

Phil fanned himself with a menu. “Is it hot in here?”

Louise grinned, “So what are you guys doing on your date?”

“He wants pizza.” Phil slurped the last of his margarita.

“Cheap date!” Louise said impishly, “Where are you gonna go?”

Phil popped a chip into his mouth, trying to muffle his words. “My place.”

“Wait. What was that? Your place?”

Phil just kept shoveling guacamole into his face, trying to eat his embarrassment.

“Your place?! Oh yeah, you're gonna do it. You are gonna do the deed with the prince!” She put her hand up for a high five but Phil just glared at her.

Wednesday finally came and Phil stayed in bed as long as he could muster. At 2 pm, he was truly starving and very much awake so he dragged himself up and into the kitchen for coffee and cereal. By 4, he was showered and texting photos of potential outfits to Louise. He spent way too much time straightening his hair and perfecting his fringe so he looked edgy but not too edgy, cool but adult, like he used to be emo but has definitely grown out of that phase. By 5:30, he was ready and just sitting on the sofa, tapping his foot, alight with nervous energy and anticipation. He stared down at his phone, debating whether to text Dan. Maybe he should confirm? Just in case Dan got called away on important royal business. Was that a thing? He needed a bridge, he was never gonna make it to 7. They’d been way too casual the last three days. Phil just wanted Dan here in his apartment. He wanted to hear every detail of Dan’s week. What projects did he work on? Were those tiny sandwiches any good? Had he been thinking of Phil? Then it struck him, pizza! He couldn’t order pizza without asking Dan how he liked it. Just then he felt the phone vibrate in his hand and he jumped a little. Dan had beaten him to it.

Dan: Hey we still on for 7? Or did you come to your senses?

The butterflies in Phil’s stomach began to flutter about.

Phil: Looking for an out? Not a chance. My apartment has never been this clean and there is no way I did all that for nothing. I’m glad you texted though, what do you like on your pizza?

...

Phil: Don’t say pineapple

Dan: Pineapple

Phil: Oh dear, something has just come up.

Dan: Ok, Ok, I take it back. I like veggies, maybe pepperoni. Whatever you like is cool as long as it’s greasy and bad for me. You didn’t have to clean for me.

Phil: Um I actually did. You live in a castle.

Dan: It’s a very old castle.

Phil: Well my little apartment is noisy and dusty and small so lower your expectations, K?

Dan: Will do. I just wanna be where you are, Phil.

Phil laid his head back on the sofa and sighed.

Dan: See you soon

Phil: Can’t wait

I just wanna be where you are. That might have been the most romantic thing anyone had ever said to Phil. I just wanna be where you are. Phil got the sudden urge to change his clothes or redo his hair or clean something else. Problem was, he’d already tried every shirt he owned and his apartment didn’t get any cleaner than this. He checked the time, 5:45. He abruptly jumped up, grabbed his jacket, and raced out the door and down the stairs. The bakery was just a few doors down but they’d be closed at 6. In minutes, he was standing in front of Leo, who was carefully pulling cakes from the case. “Hey Phil, just closing up, what can I get you?”

Phil had to catch his breath from the hurry. “Hey.” He eyed what was left. No pigs, no pandas, just a sad, crooked faced bear. “Uh, I need dessert for me and a friend. Something special but also like, ready right now.”

“You have a date?” Phil shifted and chewed his lip, cheeks pinking up, eyes smiling against his will. Leo raised an eyebrow and smiled widely. “Aw, she’s special isn’t she? I’ve got you, Phil. Let’s see. What’s her favorite color?”

“I don’t know actually, it’s only our second date. He wears a lot of black.” Phil’s eyes darted around the case.

Leo turned and took two small cakes from the back counter. They were purple and black and blue, covered in flecks of silvery white and they shined like glass.

“Oh my god space cakes! These are amazing, I’ve never seen these before!”

“Just learned how. These were going to go out in the morning but they’re all yours. I’ll box them up.”

“Leo this is so perfect, you have no idea.” Phil pulled out his wallet but Leo held up his hand.

“These are on me Phil. Just invite me to the wedding.” Leo winked. “I hope he likes them.”

Phil’s pink cheeks went red and he took the small white boxes from Leo, rambling thank yous as he he backed out of the bakery. He walked home carefully and set the cakes on the kitchen counter. At 6:45, there was a knock at the door. He’s early, thank god.

#phanfic #phanfiction #phan #sleeping beauty au #wip

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pacman-tattoo · 7 years

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stars [original work]

one person showed interest, that means i can post it.

uh. where to begin.

this is... something that means a lot to me? i won regional and got an honorary mention at state for this.

so. here we go. this is stars.

original work. doubt it’ll get much interest, but it’s still something i love.

“What are you made of?”

Through half-lidded eyes, the teenager looked up, a cigarette between his fingers as he exhaled a puff of smoke. He only pressed his lips into a tight, thin line, before shutting his eyes in deep thought, and pressed back, the back of his jacket snagging against the brick wall of his school. What was he made of? He knew what his schoolbooks taught him - he was made of blood and water and elements he didn’t care to memorize past any tests or quizzes that his teacher sprung upon him. He also knew, from several late-night searches, that he was made of the stuff of stars; although he definitely didn’t feel like it.

“Smoke,” was his first response, dark eyes looking to the cigarette burning between his fingers.

“And?”

Then came his second, quieter than the first, “fire. Broken glass.”

“Broken glass?”

He looked up to the other teenager’s face, before repeating the words, as if he was affirming this to more than just them: “broken glass.”

“Why broken glass?”

He only shrugged, “it’s sharp. And clear. But… it won’t hurt you until you touch it.”

“Is this your way of saying you’re dangerous? Because you aren’t.”

“Aren’t I? You know what your parents think of me.” Two more words lay unspoken, still caught at the tip of his tongue. Of us.

“When have I cared what they think?”

The smallest of grins managed to break through as he glanced down to the cigarette between his fingers, burning slowly, “you do. Sometimes.”

There was a pause. “How many of those have you smoked?”

“Before today?”

“Before today.”

“A few. I only smoke ‘em when-”

“I know. How many times how you felt that way?”

“What are you, my shrink?”

“I’m just worried about you, Cam.”

“Dude, I’m fine. Don’t waste your time worrying about me.”

“I’m not-”

Cam had been quick to intervene, “what are you made of?”

He was caught off-guard for mere seconds, but quick to answer with a simple word: “dreams.”

“Dreams?”

“I’m a dreamer. I’m made of dreams and warmth and clouds.” He could hear his friend chuckle softly, “what?”

“That’s cute.”

“I mean… I like to think I’m made of warmth.” A beat. “Am I?”

“You are.”

“You are, too.”

“That’s-”

“You’re the one that said fire. Fire can warm.”

“If you don’t get too close. You’re already burnt, Peter.”

“I don’t mind being burnt.”

Cam shut his eyes and inhaled deeply, before pulling his jacket closer to him, speaking softly, “I think you’re made of stars.”

“Aren’t we all?” Peter shifted, sitting next to the teen and drawing his legs up.

He pursed his lips together into a fine line, “if you wanna talk science, we are. But y’know we aren’t talking science.”

“I think you’re made of stars too, then.”

“Me?” He held back a chuckle, “nah. Not me. You were born to shine. I’m just kinda here.”

“Not to me. I think you could shine if you wanted to. But… you’re more like the moon, I guess.” Peter paused for a mere second, before looking back to his friend, “you’re so much more than you think you are.”

“Y’know why my dad kicked me out. And why some of our friends abandoned us. I’m not much in the end.”

“And your mom went with you. And I’m still here,” it was at this that Cam swore he felt fingers ghost over his own, although Peter had shown no sign of movement. “And I’ll stay here if you want.”

“You deserve better. You deserve the world, and… being here, with me, isn’t going to get you it.”

That was where Peter went silent. His voice caught in his throat as words molded together and his thoughts became incoherent as he struggled to find what exactly he wanted to say. He only frowned in the end, running a hand through his hair before quietly shivering and drawing his knees closer to himself. And when Cam stood up, Peter went to join him until he watched him shrug off the leather jacket he had adorned, and hold it out to him in a small, silent gesture. Cam only watched with glistening eyes as Peter’s attention flit from the jacket in his hands to his face, drinking in every feature before finally reaching out with trembling, numb fingers wrapping around the material before taking it from him slowly. He pulled it over his shoulders, not bothering to fully put it on at the thought of returning it later, but quietly enjoyed the lingering warmth. Silently, he ran his fingers over the leather and pulled it closer around his neck and shoulders, shutting his eyes.

Finally, Peter parted his lips and spoke as he heard Cam sitting down beside him. “One more year.”

In a silent understanding, Cam nodded, looking to Peter as he only repeated the small statement; “one more year.”

“It’s unfair, though. Prom.”

“I didn’t really wanna go anyway.”

“They can’t do this to us, though. This isn’t right.”

Cam forcibly exhaled and shut his eyes, “what do you expect?”

“I expect more. I always expect more.”

“Obviously you don’t in some cases,” Cam chuckled, nearly motioning to himself.

“You wanna crash at my place?” Peter asked on a whim, “tomorrow’s Saturday.”

“So it is.”

“Are you gonna answer me or not, Cam?”

“Yeah, sure dude. Your parents won’t mind?” Peter only looked to him.

He let out a soft sigh, burying his face in his hands, “yeah. Yeah they’ll mind. Your place? They like your mom. I’ll say she wanted me to come over. She loves me anyway.”

“She loves everyone. She’s a good person,” Cam said.

“She is.”

Cam stood, offering a hand to Peter, “come on, your highness. Let’s go home.”

“Your home is my home,” he only said, voice quiet as he took Cam’s hand, and was immediately whisked up. He never forgot how strong Cam was. He never could.

So the two walked, the moonlight pouring down on them as the stars glittered above. As they neared Peter’s car, they had glanced up to the twinkling lights above, only for Peter’s attention to fall to Cam and the reflection of the stars in his eyes. His attention darted away as Cam looked to him. Peter quickly clicked his car unlocked, climbing into the driver’s seat and only cranking the car up when Cam spoke again.

“I think…” He trailed off, before looking away from his fingers, and suddenly Peter remembered he was wearing his jacket. “I think you’re right.”

“That’d be a first.”

“I mean it. You’re right.”

“About?”

“I think we’re made of stars. I think we’re brighter than people think we are. I think we’re so much more than what people think we are, since stars look small from here, but they’re bigger than anyone could imagine. I think… we’ll shine one day. I think we’ll be bigger than anyone could imagine.”

Cam tensed up as he felt Peter’s hand over his, fingers lacing with his own as he took his full attention -- although Cam would lie if he said that Peter didn’t steal his attention more often and easier than this. With a tight squeeze, he finally spoke after drinking in each and every word that had tumbled so fluidly from Cam’s lips.

“We already are.”

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