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Rule: Give us the links to your wonderful words with the most hits, most kudos, fourth most kudos, most comments, most bookmarks, most words and least words.
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Always You Three - Harry Potter professors, 285k words & 112 comments
Back in 1942, the trio of McGonagall, Pomfrey and Hooch first walked the corridors together, forging friendships that would last for all their lives. Faced with misfired curses, dragon pox, Quidditch-related mayhem and Slytherin's monster, they'll need all of Minerva's quick intelligence, Poppy's incredible knowledge, and Rolanda's reckless daring to get them through their school years in one piece.
(This is not a JKR-friendly fic - step inside for inherently queer characters written by a queer disabled author. Trans lives matter!)
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we’ll find a new place to be from - Umbrella Academy, 8.3k hits
Diego and Vanya had gone for supplies. Klaus had declared himself in need of modern-day takeout, Allison following him hastily when everyone expressed concern over what Klaus’ idea of a gourmet meal might entail. Luther volunteered to be the first to brave the shower. Five, on the other hand, had been bundled into an armchair the second they all fell into the motel room and forbidden from moving on pain of rumours.
Set post-season two, in a crappy motel room with six siblings hiding out from the rest of the world.
Most Kudos & Most Bookmarks
there’s a candle in the window and the kettle’s always on - ATLA Modern University AU, 975 kudos & 172 bookmarks
It was by pure luck that they all fell into becoming housemates.
Katara and Sokka had been put into separate flats in student dorms for their first year and knew they wanted to be back under the same roof. Aang had been one of Katara’s first year flatmates. Toph was both a friend of Aang’s from fresher’s week and a friend-of-a-friend of Sokka’s. And when the initial group of four found a house with a fifth bedroom, Toph dragged Zuko into the arrangement and refused to hear anything else on the matter.
[or, Volume I of Adventures in a Five Bedroom House - Zuko learns to let himself be happy]
Fourth Most Kudos
til touchdown brings me back around again - 13th Doctor post s11e5, 499 kudos
She keeps going until everyone else is safe. It’s only then that the Doctor has to let herself fall.
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aka the author is hopping on the bandwagon and taking full advantage of that forgotten ecto-spleen injury.
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Roses - The Musketeers Modern AU oneshot, 749 words
Constance is the owner of a little flower shop, and her lonely Valentines Day takes a turn for the better when a new customer steps through her door.
Oneshot from a prompt that I liked a lot.
And because I’m the author and I’m in charge: the Underappreciated Gems Award
blue blood - Heathers Chansaw fix it fic, 13.5k words
For the first couple of days, Heather slept nearly constantly. Apparently that was something normal and to be expected, but Veronica couldn’t help but keep glancing over her shoulder while she tried to do homework. She looked so small in her sleep. Small like she’d done in her state of near-death. That image would haunt Veronica for the rest of her life.
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In which Veronica acts quicker, Heather's life is saved, recovery is a rough journey, and they have time.
this is erosion - Wicked Gelphie fix it fic, 5k words
Briefly, Glinda was reminded of the first time she’d seen Elphaba bleed, a harmless papercut or something of the sort, back during their Shiz days. Glinda had wondered if the green girl would bleed red, or the golden ichor of the gods.
In which war brings a long-lost casualty to Glinda's window, and a chance to say what she should have long ago. Ask nicely and I might write a sequel.
Tagging: all my old friends from old fandoms who used to write with me <3
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For the kissing prompts, Damijon, 7 please! :3
A Kiss to Shut Them up
"So then dad dropped the roof back down after I got everyone out, and the whole building just crumbled!"
"-and this lizard thingy was huge! It wasn't like any other dinosaur I've ever seen, and I've been to dino island!!"
Jon had been rambling on for nearly twenty minutes, about anything and everything, just rambling.
It wasn't that Damian didn't enjoy listening to his boyfriend talk, but it was more that it was hard to get a good sketch of his jawline when he wouldn't stop moving his jaw. Not that Damian couldn't draw him from memory by now. He spent enough time staring at his face to know it well.
But it was against the point.
"Jon."
"So then we were playing football, right? And I threw the ball as hard as I could to Kon, but Kara intercepted it and we all were chasing after her-"
"Jonathan."
"-and finally Kon caught her and-"
Damian just leaned forwards, dropping his sketchbook to the sofa as he pressed into Jon's space, hand on the back of the sofa. Jon went silent, just in time for Damian to gently press their lips together.
It was soft and timid, as this was only their third kiss. But it did its job.
It shut Jon up.
Damian sat back, and in the following silence, quickly finished drawing out Jon's jawline.
"Ah good, that's all I needed, thank you."
The sixteen year old finally booted back up from his system crash and turned to Damian fully.
"Did you just kiss me because you needed me to shut up?!"
"No. I also kissed you because I like kissing you . . . But mostly that first reason, yes."
Jon made an offended noise, even as his cheeks started turning red.
"You coulda just asked."
"And miss an opportunity to kiss you? I think not."
#damijon#jondami#damianxjon#damian wayne#jon kent#kissing prompts#prompt ask#prompt#kiss prompt#give me prompts and shiz#writing prompt#ask me#send me asks#ask box#answered ask#korey answers#queerbutstillhere#queerbutstillhere writes
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Hellooo I’m the one that sent the thandruil ask hehe. Sorry I didn’t include any details!! Umm I’m not sure if you want match up details or just prompt details so I’ll do a little of both?
I’m a relatively tall girl so maybe an elf or human reader whichever you like. And maybe you could do general headcanons of what you think he’d be like as a husband. You can throw in a few angst ones too but mostly fluff plssss..!!
Is that ok? I don’t know what I’m doing.. thank you so much again 🥺🥺
Thranduil as a Husband
Thranduil x Reader
Fluff ♡´･ᴗ･`♡
Warnings: None!
A/N: Thank you for requesting Anon! I’m sorry this took so long, I hope you see this. This is only my second time doing HCs so I hope it’s good!
Thranduil as a husband is *chefs kiss*
Absolute best husband ever, you can’t change my mind
His favorite time of the day are mornings!
Because he gets to wake up with you held tightly in his arms, sound asleep and content
He’ll have this soft, lopsided smile as he watches you sleep totally not in a creepy way
and press kisses to your forehead, cheeks, nose then your lips to wake you up
Thranduil adores the sleepy smile you grace him with when you do wake up
Depending on what duties the two of you have that day, your mornings will go two ways
Either super soft, taking your time getting dressed, basking in each other’s warmth
Or spend the morning talking about what needs to be done for the day, sharing a kiss before splitting ways
He loves to spoil you so much with jewelry and clothes
And especially loves when you wear them! His heart really go 💗💗
His absolute favorite thing you wear would be diamond chokers, why? I don’t know- he just does
It’s totally not because he loves to pull you in by it to give a passionate kiss Nah help I’m simping
speAKING OF KISSES
He’s the BEST at them like come on! It ain’t fair with how good he is
Each one is always so passionate and full of love no matter how soft or hard it is
They never fail to make your heart pound and cheeks heat up
Gets a shiz-eating grin on his face every. single. Time.
Like this Elf knows what he’s doing to you and loves every second of it
Everyday without fail he sends a bouquet of flowers to your office! And they’re always perfect and smell amazing
But If you don’t like flowers then he would probably make a bouquet or food platter out of something you do like
Omg he’d definitely do something like this HAH
Babe is hella protective over you. Not in a overbearing, prevent you from ever doing stuff way
More of he knows the dangers of the world and lost his wife to it, so he wants to make sure you’re always safe
Because of this he also lowkey (highkey) gets jealous a lot
The kind of person to either glare down the elf flirting with you or go up and be very much obvious with his affections
Sometimes both! Not only is he protecting his lovely spouse but also gets you show you off
unless you hate PDA then he’ll back off
Since being King is a very stressful job and there’s not a lot of alone time, he prefers more relaxing dates
I mean sure he does love the extravagant fancy dates a lot but sometimes drinking a bottle of wine in a bubble bath while holding you is more ideal
It lets the two of you to de-stress after a long day and be as affectionate as you wish without worry of indecency
You’ll share stories and inside jokes about that one particular elf, talk about your day and just.. enjoy each other’s presence
Man that sounds awesome :/
Anyways Thranduil is best husband with or without angst which I totally did not include cause i will cry
10/10 recommend getting a Thranduil
Thank you @sunflower1000 and @little-miss-raven for proofreading and letting me know it’s good to post! ❤️❤️
#the hobbit#the hobbit x reader#hobbit x reader#king thranduil#thranduil x reader#Westleys Writing#Thranduil#lord of the rings#lotr#lord of the rings x reader#lotr x reader
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Hihihihi~ love how you write!
Mm this is for the holiday gift thing:
Star + Loceit or Losleep
aaaa thank you!!! and ooh yes i love it!! human au with losleep, here you go!!
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Remy flung open the door of the bedroom. “Babe. Babe. Babe. Babe. Ba—”
“What is it, dearest?” Logan asked with an amused sigh, looking up from his laptop, where he was editing the third chapter of his dissertation.
“What’s that website where you can name a star?” Remy asked, draping himself over the back of the armchair Logan was sitting in. “And get like a little certificate and shiz?”
“I don't recall.” Logan frowned. “Their claims are unrecognized by the scientific community and have little basis in reality.”
“That’s what I thought you'd say,” Remy said smugly. “C’mere.” He grabbed Logan’s hand and tugged, attempting to drag him upwards over the back of the chair.
Logan got to his feet instead. “What are we doing, again?” he inquired.
“Come here,” Remy insisted, dragging Logan all the way through their apartment and out onto the little balcony outside the kitchen. It was already dark, even at barely five in the evening. “Okay. Okay okay okay.” He bounced on the balls of his feet, looking very pleased with himself.
“It’s cold,” Logan observed.
“Shut up, we can cuddle and make out when we go inside and then you’ll be all warmed up. Lookit. I had an idea.”
“Do tell,” Logan prompted, intrigued in spite of himself. He rubbed his hands briskly up and down his arms to warm himself.
“Okay. So you said that website thing is all made up, yeah?”
“Yes.” Logan had no idea where this was going; Remy was all smugness and eager smiles.
“But like, it still means a lot to some people. Even without it being sciencey. Right?” Remy pressed.
“I—I suppose,” Logan admitted.
“Like, basically what they’re doing is just saying, ‘I love you so much I want to give you a whole entire star, so I decided this one is for you.’ It’s about sappy shit like that, right? And it literally only matters because they say it does?”
Logan considered this. “That’s rather sweet, actually. I suppose that is a fair interpretation. What does that have to do with—”
“Okay,” Remy interrupted, grinning, “now tell me your favorite star in the sky. I know you have one, you nerd. Point it out for me.”
Logan blinked, his cheeks flushing. “Well—” He hesitated, feeling almost shy, warm butterflies waking in his stomach.
“C’mon, sugar. Show me.” Remy wrapped his arm around Logan’s waist from behind him, hooking his chin over Logan’s shoulder and resting his other hand on the back of Logan’s own. “Which one?”
Very aware of Remy’s soft breath on his ear and neck, and face ablaze in a way that was somehow not unpleasant, Logan hesitantly raised his hand, searching the sky until he could pick it out. “Over there. Just—just above that tree, and then a little to the left. The second one. It—it doesn’t have any significance, but I—I just like it. Why?”
“Great,” Remy said happily. “I’m naming it after you.”
Logan choked on air, even though he had formed a vague idea of what direction this was probably going. “I—you—what?”
“I’m naming it after you,” Remy repeated, pressing a loud smack of a kiss to the side of Logan’s neck. “Me, here, right now. That’s the Logan star now. I don’t give a damn what anyone else says.”
Logan’s heart was doing funny little flips in his chest. “Oh,” he managed, his voice coming out incredibly flustered.
“Yeah.” Remy grinned and pressed another kiss to Logan’s cheek.
“It—it’s not the official name for it,” Logan said, just in case Remy had somehow forgotten this.
“I know. It’s the me name for it.” Remy grinned, spinning Logan around and catching him by the hands. “Cause I loooooove you. Enough to give you a whole star all to yourself.”
Logan found he was smiling uncontrollably. “Remy?”
“Yeah, babes?”
“That’s—you’re—I love you too,” Logan blurted. “More than stars.”
Remy’s face melted into an expression of pure delight. “Awww,” he cooed, hands moving to Logan’s waist and pulling him closer.
Logan leaned into the warmth of his boyfriend’s body, burying his face happily in the taller man’s shoulder. “You said something about making out,” he said into Remy’s neck.
“Hell yeah,” Remy agreed at once.
“I would like that, please,” Logan said. “But we should go inside first. Where it’s warm.”
“You got it, hot stuff.” Remy bent and without warning scooped Logan’s legs right out from under him, lifting him off his feet and laughing when Logan yelped and flung his arms around Remy’s shoulders for stability.
Remy carried Logan back into the apartment. “You know,” he said, setting Logan on his feet and shutting the balcony door, “you should finish your PhD faster.”
Logan let out a startled laugh, following Remy to the couch. “Why?” he asked as they sat and Remy tugged him into his lap.
“Cause then I’ll be able to say that kissing you is just what the doctor ordered,” Remy said matter of factly. He reached up to cup Logan’s face in his hand.
“Ah, I see.” Logan leaned into the touch, closing his eyes and smiling. “I’ll get right on that.”
“Hell yeah,” Remy said. He drew Logan down to rest their foreheads together. “You’re prettier than every star there ever was, you know,” he murmured.
Logan’s face split in a grin, and instead of bothering to answer, he pressed his lips to Remy’s, feeling splendidly warm inside and out.
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Hello! I saw your prompt idea, and I alllready thought about so many scenarios... It's so exciting! Hope this one will work: quote: "When I saw you I fell in love, and you smiled because you knew.", with 45 from the kiss prompt list. As of character, I think I'd leave it open? Whichever clone vibes with you and the quote. (◕ᴗ◕✿) Thank you!
Holy shiz this is wonderful, I must use it with... Fives!
Surprise? No, didn't think so! I mean, how can you NOT love this man??
Also give me ALL your prompts (here!)! I crave them, mwahaha! I did change up the wording slighty but I still have it basically the same
There were several things you knew about Fives.
He never failed to make you smile. You loved seeing him smile.
And you were, undoubtedly and wholeheartedly and disastrously in love with him.
You sighed happily and combed a hand distractedly over your thick Jedi robe. He was coming home, and it was soon. It was everything in you to not just pace anxiously and look professional, keeping your face neutral in front of Kenobi.
You'd even gone out of your way to learn a couple new jokes for Fives, hoping it would earn him a laugh or two. You smiled eagerly as you heard a ship buzz overhead, and you fought the urge to spring up and run to your friend. However, you were unable to ward away a smile.
The troopers and Jedi that went on the mission exited the ship. Fives removed his helmet, his grin bright in the dull corridor. Your heart soared and you stood, bowing respectfully to Master Kenobi as Skywalker and Master Windu approached. You hurried to Fives, half-running and half-walking to try and not seem too eager. “Hey! Fives!”
The clone turned, grin widening. “Hey! There’s my favorite general.” He tilted his head, holding out his arm, clasping yours in a greeting. His fingers squeezed your forearm lightly, and your lips mimicked his smile. The joy Fives had was contagious- maybe that was why you were so in love with him. “Look at you- I swear you’re taller.”
“Mhm, and I swear you’re less cocky.”
“Never better.” Fives grinned, tossing his head at the door. “Say, what about 79′s later?”
Your lips creased more, and you nodded. “I’ll buy.”
“Ah, ha!” Fives snapped his fingers and shot you a wink. “I like your style.”
You chuckled, waving your fingers, turning to go towards the group of Jedi. You ignored Windu’s suspicious gaze, instead opting for a polite bow. “Skywalker, Master Windu. Welcome back.”
“Good for you to join us.” Windu’s brow furrowed slightly, which was offset by Skywalker’s chipper greeting.
"Hey! Good to see you." Skywalker grabbed your hand in welcome and grinned. "Still sparring?'
"Yep, and I'll beat your-"
"Please." Windu interrupted.
The two of you went quiet, but as soon as Windu left with Kenobi, you both began laughing. "Don't be offended by Master Windu."
"I'm not." You laughed, shaking your head. Honestly, you were in too good a mood to be hurt by anything- you were on top of the world. Or all the worlds. "Oh, I'm going to 79's tonight. You want to come?"
Anakin's lips pursed, and he gave a small grin. "With Fives?" When you nodded, his lips twisted into a smile, a wider one. "I think you should go alone."
Your lungs deflated, and you had to remember inhale. "Why?"
Anakin shrugged, patting your arm, and walked past. "Hey," He stopped walking, turning towards you, tilting his head. "I want you to know you can talk to me about anything."
"Weirdo. Okay." You laughed. "Same for me."
Anakin nodded, walking away, jogging to catch Obi-wan. Your heart was still skipping a beat on occasion, loud in your ears.
You and Fives, alone.
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You had opted for less jedi-like clothes, in hopes that you and Fives would get to be alone in 79's. You exhaled softly before opening the door to the club, surveying the room.
You felt self conscious for a moment, almost exposed, wondering if you should turn and leave. Maybe you had it all wrong, maybe your heart was running too wild-
"There you are," A warm voice hit your ear, reducing you to an absolute puddle as you turned.
"Fives!" You grinned, somehow both putty in his hands and standing on your own, delighted. You threw your arms around his neck in a hug, tightly, laughing as he hugged you in return, your legs lifting off the ground. You giggled, face pressed against his neck. You tugged away, looking up at him, exhaling softly as his eyes skimmed your face. "Don't look at me like that." You said, softly. Ever the hypocrite, you found your eyes lingering on his lips, his jaw, and you realized in a crashing moment that you really, really could use those lips. On yours. Oh no.
Fives sighed softly, hands tightening on your hips, fingers trailing down your sides. "I can't. I can't not look at you any other way."
You glanced away, feeling your face warm drastically. "Oh, please." You pulled your hands away, heart falling as his fingers fell away from your hips. "Ever the flirt." You shot him a wink, leaning on the bar. "Maybe a drink will help you with that."
Fives chuckled and leaned on the bar, eyes still trained on you, softer. "You know, I wanted to talk to you."
"Oh." Your voice came out higher than anticipated, and you grabbed the shot that the bartender slid to you. "About what?"
Fives glanced around for a moment before turning to you, softly. "You. That smile."
"Oh, is something in my teeth?"
He laughed, taking his own shot and downing it quickly, the liquid courage boosting him. He ran a hand over his mouth, grinning, turning the glass in his hands. "No. I love your smile. That smile was all I could think about." He leaned on his elbow, turning towards you, eyes gentle in the dim club light. "I love you."
You choked. You grabbed your mouth, forcing the shot down, looking at him. "You-"
"Yep." Fives shrugged, grabbing a handful of napkins. "It was inevitable, really."
"You're drunk."
"Tipsy, yes." Fives waved at the bartender, nodding for another shot. "But I had to tell you that I've been in love with you, from the moment I first saw you, and I remember how you smiled because you knew it."
You laughed, shaking your head softly. "Fives, I... can I do something?" You set down your shot, standing taller. Fives didn't object, his lips curling as you grabbed his face and yanked your lips to his.
Fives' response was immediate. He purred, hand wrapping around your back and tugging you in. You sighed, pressing your full body against him, feeling his brow furrow and his rumbling groan, tugging you in tighter.
You released him, chest heaving, and you moved aside, as if nothing had happened. You took a sip of the drink that had replenished your previous one and coughed softly. "I love you, too."
Fives grinned, thumb touching his lower lip, sucking in air through his kiss bruised lips. "Well." He chuckled. "That went way better than I thought it would."
You grinned, reaching over and rubbing his arm. "Good, you should have said it sooner."
Fives chuckled, settling a hand on your back and tugging your closer. "I should have, but that doesn't mean I can't love you now."
#fives x reader#arc trooper fives#fives x you#clone wars reader insert#clone trooper fives#fives#ct-27-5555#arc trooper fives x reader#minty writes
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protective measures | data soong x reader
a/n: this came to me while I was in the shower myself and blacking out (losing vision and hearing) repeatedly because I decided taking a hot shower was a good idea. So I suddenly pictured this scene in my head and I decided to write a fictober fic about Data being a protective partner and not dealing with my shiz – aka me ignoring the fact that I have a chronic illness and that my body can’t regulate its own temperature.
I juST WANT A SCALDING HOT SHOWER WITH NO RISKS, DARNIT.
DO NOT REPOST MY WORK.
fanfic or original work: fanfic
fandom: Star Trek: The Next Generation
prompt: (#24) “Are you kidding me?“
summary: reader has a chronic illness (POTS/Dysautonomia) and decides to do something stupid, which Data rectifies immediately.
warnings: reader has a chronic illness, playful arguing, light language
terms used: spoon = chronically ill folk like myself refer to our energy levels as spoons. For example, doing one chore or taking a shower would take up one spoon, and some days we might have three more spoons or no more spoons left to spare after that.
word count: 2.9K
music: What I Love About Charlie by Randy Newman
The soft whoosh of the door to your quarters hummed peaceably to a close behind you as you crossed the threshold of your small haven among the stars. There was a reminiscent twinge of lavender in the air from the candles you had burned before your shift, daring you to clamber under the soft duvet of your large bed and let sleep have its way with you. However, instead of such, you heaved a wearied sigh and slid your shoes off by the door, nudging them against the wall, knowing full well that you had only one spoon left to spend – and you needed a shower.
Your movement by the door warranted the attention of a certain ginger tabby who plodded up to you from her hideout under the cool recesses of the multi-tiered scratching post. The indulgent warmth of Spot’s fur comforted you as she lathered her forehead against your calves. You smiled down at her and whispered a soft greeting, granting her head a gentle pat.
When you stepped forward to make your way to the bedroom suite, she wove herself in-between your legs in the pattern of an eager infinity circle before ambling over to her half-empty dish near the replicator. A long strain of melodramatic meowing ensued.
“Spot,” - you dragged out the vowel in her name in feigned frustration and opened your dresser drawer flamboyantly for emphasis - “there’s still food left from this morning! What are you complaining about?”
I can see the shiny glint in the bottom of the bowl, she seemed to meow.
An amused chuckle left your lips as you shook your head at the begging tabby. Those piercing green orbs of hers always seemed to do the talking when she was quiet, but when she spoke so loudly like this, the “puppy dog” effect was in full swing. You would have given in, too, if it hadn’t been for the various feeding schedules you knew Data was testing.
He had been attempting to find her preferred supplement mix for the last couple of weeks, but she seemed indifferent to everything except the food she could always persuade you to give her from your own plate. After she refused so many of the different mixtures and flavors he had coded, he theorized that it might have been something to do with her feeding time rather than a picky sense of taste – and perhaps the added incentive of your spoiling her so much, which Data didn’t seem to mind.
After gathering fresh undergarments, fuzzy socks, and a comfortable set of loungewear, you crossed the carpeted floor and headed for the bathroom, passing by Spot as you went. “Data will be home soon and he’ll feed you, okay? I don’t want to interfere with the schedule he’s trying out.”
As if she couldn’t understand you – or perhaps she simply refused to acknowledge that answer – her meows kept coming until you turned the corner and disappeared from her sight. You set your wad of clothes on the stout countertop by the sink and began taking off your uniform, dropping it in a heap by the doorway to be put through the garment processor later on. With a tired, achy intake of air, you stepped inside the shower dome and began entering your preferred specifications on the small grade LCARS panel.
You were almost ready to engage the water feature of the shower – you much preferred the soothing effect it had on your body rather than the quick efficiency of a sonic shower – when you pondered in the last second whether or not to indulge in a higher temperature. Your finger rested idly above the panel that waited for your touch.
Would it be alright to let yourself have a hot shower for once? To just let the steam relax your aching muscles?
A knowing sigh escaped your lips.
It never ended well when you indulged yourself like this, even just in the simplest things. Hot showers were soothing in the moment, but as soon as the water turned off and you stepped out, your body was unable to balance its temperature and you would become absolutely drained and sometimes even purple below your knees. There were always consequences when it came to your autonomic issues – such as lasting fatigue, frequent trips to sickbay for sodium supplements to regulate your blood pressure, and even having to miss shifts on occasion.
You were of course grateful that the world around you had excelled to a point where chronically ill bodies were able to be more readily treated and accommodated, especially in a place like Starfleet, but there were still times when it was just all a bit much.
Your next thought was of Data. As your husband and closest friend, he was the best anyone could ask for, especially in your situation. He was always going the extra mile in your relationship to help you keep up with your symptoms and sure you were taking care of yourself at all times. He even checked in on you throughout the day by use of your combadges. He never hesitated to stop you from pushing yourself too far or doing something stupid – like taking a hot shower when you knew that the aftermath was never fun to deal with.
He wouldn’t approve of this at all.
But you were cold and sore from a day spent on your feet that had been riddled with dizzy spells, palpitations, and a myriad of other symptoms that hardly ever left your body. Very few things feel better than a hot soak after a long day, and a lukewarm shower just didn’t appeal to you.
Without a second thought, you raised the temperature of the water and let the hot entity coat your body in its calming pitter-patter rhythm. The heady feel of the steam enveloped you like a warm blanket and you released another sigh – this time peacefully, with a sense of long-awaited relief.
Data passed through the door of your shared quarters and immediately noticed your shoes toppled over one another near the entryway. Subconsciously, he was acutely made aware of the sound of running water from the other room. He turned to follow the source, deducing that you were well enough to shower after a full day’s work, which was a tremendous feat for your body. Plus, it was purely ritual to say hello to each other as soon as you arrived back home. His turn of direction was interrupted by the sudden appearance of Spot, who nudged herself against his legs impatiently.
“Hello, Spot. It is nice to see you as well,” he knelt down and stroked the feline head to tail, contentedly smiling to himself as her curling spine conformed like putty to the mold of his hand, “I assume you are ready for your next helping of food, yes?”
The tabby meowed once before returning to a low purr.
“I thought you might be. It has been approximately eight hours and seventeen minutes since your last meal,” - Data scooped the satisfied cat up in his arms and carried her over to her dish, never breaking eye contact with her - “If my studies are correct, this should be an appropriate time to allow you your second portion since there has been ample time for proper digestion.”
It was only when Data had bent to reach for her dish that he realized she had only eaten a little more half of the breakfast supplement he had laid out for her. It had been infused with vitamins and other nutrients beneficial to the feline species, which he had hoped she would enjoy. Apparently, Spot was pickier than that.
Everything but the very bottom layer had been devoured, just until she reached the silver shine of the lowermost rim and left the rest to dry distastefully. His head tilted to the side as he contemplated all the possible causes for her sudden disinterest.
“Curious,” he simply stated.
Spot squirmed out of his arms and sniffed her bowl once before resting low to the ground in anticipation. Data picked up the bowl and set it onto the replicator tray. It dissolved into nothingness before being replaced by Spot’s dinner supplement, which he promptly placed on the floor. He refreshed her water dish and stroked her back dotingly as she scarfed down her food with an enthusiasm she sparingly demonstrated.
Data quirked his head to the side slightly, resolving to the realization that perhaps Spot was not meant to be understood most of the time, but rather accommodated.
When he stood, he turned back to the sound of running water with a lingering glance at his little tabby and made his way to the bathroom. He stopped short when he noticed the steam pouring out of the doorway and dissipating amongst the broad cast of lamplight on the ceiling. Without batting an eye, Data acted quickly. “Computer, override Lieutenant (L/n)’s controls of the LCARS shower panel and reset the water temperature to sixty-seven degrees Fahrenheit.”
There was a chirp as the computer relayed his directions before transmitting audibly in the living area where he stood. “Controls have been overridden. Temperature resetting.”
Data watched as the steam dissipated from the doorway and nodded to himself with an air of self-satisfaction. In a split second, there was a shriek of discomfort he had been expecting.
You recoiled from the stream of chilled water and slammed your fingers against the LCARS panel, hitting every possible control to reheat the temperature. When it refused to respond, except with a blaring sound that indicated your action was blocked, you cursed under your breath. “Are you kidding me!?”
“Computer, why isn’t this panel responding?”
“You have been denied access to the temperature dial.”
“Denied access? By who?”
“Lieutenant Commander Data.”
You huffed in frustration, slowly inching yourself around the water and towards the curved glass door, sliding it open enough to fit your head through. “DATA SOONG!”
The sound of his solid and perfectly timed footsteps approached until you saw him standing in the doorway of your bathroom.
“What did you do to my shower?”
“I have prohibited you from endangering yourself with your chosen temperature setting.”
“Data, I’m a full-grown adult. I can choose the temperature of my own shower.”
With a pointed finger, he stepped closer. “You know as well as I that higher temperatures in your showers cause your blood pressure and internal body temperature to spiral. You have said yourself on many occasions that the immediate satisfaction is not worth the toll it takes on your cardiovascular symptoms,” - he paused only to jut his chin downwards and quirk an eyebrow at you in an imitating fashion as if to prove his point - “Have you not?”
A mock-gasp passed your lips. His matter-of-fact statement held a certain air of sass to it that you hadn’t expected—it was moments like these that made you wonder how people could think Data was incapable of his own emotions. It was so obvious in some moments, however vague or fleeting, that he was entirely capable of expressing himself.
“But it’s FREEZING!”
“I assure you, (Y/n), the temperature is not low enough to freeze. I set it myself. You are simply acclimated to the hotter setting of one hundred and nine degrees Fahrenheit. It is no doubt a shock to your body to experience such a steep decline in temperature, but it does not put you at risk,”
“The chills all over my body would beg to differ,” you muttered.
Timidly, your feet inched back under the waterfall, testing its discomfort. You kept the door slightly ajar so you could hear his impending lecture, slowly dipping your head under and rinsing the lathered shampoo from your hair. Contorting your back in what was likely not Beverly Crusher approved posture, you made sure your sopping wet hair of ice didn’t make contact with your back.
Data continued. “In fact, I have done extensive research regarding the benefits of colder bathing routines. It has been proven that cold water actually increases circulation and can reduce muscle soreness. Some results indicate that human hair and skin is greatly improved in shine and condition, causing a ‘glowing’ effect.”
While listening to your husband’s voice and internalizing his carefully researched evidence, you found it hard to stay annoyed. He was devoted to you in every possible way, even in the ways a human partner would hardly have the patience for. Despite your tendency to return to harmful habits for the sake of quick pleasure – even just a hot shower or a bite of dark chocolate – he was ever-faithful and willing to help you each and every time.
A fluttery sensation erupted in your stomach, just as it had the first day you had met him. You silently hoped that feeling would never subside.
All while he talked, you managed to withstand the cold long enough to rinse the scrubs and creams from your body quickly enough to avoid the first symptoms of common hypothermia. When the water finally shut off under your input, you slid the door open and looked around for the towel you had evidently forgotten to set out.
When you tuned back into Data’s conversation, your ears weren’t prepared for the mental image they evoked. “-last meeting in Ten Forward, Commander Riker informed me that he prefers cold showers over the alternative. He enjoys the rush that the lower tempera-”
“I couldn’t care less about how Commander Riker and his naked ass cheeks bathe. I’m cold,” you shivered, wrapping your arms about your chest.
Without being prompted, Data turned to the linen closet where a smaller replicator was located for such a purpose. He tapped away on the panel until it replicated his entry. Grabbing the towel, he turned and unraveled it as he came to your side.
“Here,” he held it out in front of him for you to step into, “I replicated a heated towel, not unlike the heating pad you often use for easing pain. It should be far more comfortable for you.”
You stepped forward and let him wrap you into the warm cloth. A shiver wobbled your limbs briefly as he tucked the corners under your chin for you to hold in place. Glancing down, you found that your legs were, in fact, not purple. Your fingers and toes weren’t numb or tingly. You were tired from the exertion, but you weren’t nearly as dizzy. It was a pleasant change.
Perhaps Data was on to something—maybe a cold shower was better for you.
You smiled up at him, leaning into his chest. "I know I complain about how you help me sometimes, but I really do appreciate you, Data. I don't think I'd be able to stay here aboard this starship if it weren't for you. Thank you."
"It is one of the greatest pleasures in my life that I am able to help you succeed, (Y/n). However, I do not require praise for my efforts; it is what any husband would do for his wife, in any situation. It was a condition in our vows that I fully intend to honor."
Your smile broadened. "You'd be surprised at how hard it is for humans to help each other sometimes...and I still want to thank you, just for being you-- and how willing you are to put up with me."
"In that case, you are welcome. But I do not simply 'put up with you'. You are not a burden to me. I value your companionship above all else."
"I love you, too, Data," you leaned forward and pecked him on the lips, which he responded to almost eagerly.
You made your way to the nightwear you had set out and carefully clambered into them while holding your towel to your skin as long as physics would permit. When you had dressed and disposed of the towel and your uniform, you shut the lights out and followed after Data.
He stood by the dresser and pulled out his own set of pajamas you had replicated for him some holiday past, and proceeded to change. Although he did not have the need for sleep, he did enjoy mimicking a normal life as much as possible. Not because he was a puppet or sought solely to please you, but because Data wanted to belong—not only in the wide universe of sentient, feeling beings, but also in the simple warmth shared between two people under the intimate haven of a soft duvet.
He preferred imitating sleep alongside you rather than keeping himself busy with other things in between his shifts, which consequently allowed him to roam his own memories and run the occasional diagnostics.
His most frequently visited memories were those he shared with you and his close friends, such as Geordi and Guinan. But his favorites, if he were able to choose in an emotionally attached sense, were the moments he had spent with you, down to the very millisecond. Every last detail.
With an exaggerated exhale, you plopped down on the bed and began to brush through your hair. Data had moved to the living area where he checked on Spot, making sure her water dish was full for the night and fluffing her bedding that sat primly under the wide coffee table. Your gaze drifted to his kneeling frame as he tucked her into her own blanket.
“Goodnight, Spot. I wish you sweet dreams, although I do not understand the use of the term ‘sweet’, I suspect it is used as a synonym for pleasant,” he stroked her gently as he spoke, earning a quick lick from her pink tongue, “I do not require grooming, although I do appreciate your effort. If you should need me, I will be in bed with your mother.”
The smile that crept onto your features was effortless.
#fictober#fictober20#fictober2020#data soong#datasoong#data soong x reader#data soong fanfic#data soong imagine#data soong imagines#data soong preferences#star trek#star trek x reader#star trek imagine#star trek imagines#chronic illness#chronically ill reader#pots#dysautonomia#cardiovascular#Star Trek: The Next Generation#star trek tng#TNG#star trek: TNG#st tng#picard#star trek the next generation
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the RFA reacting to MC saying something creepy in her sleep
so I went to a con and in one of the panels the speaker mentioned her boyfriend (also a speaker there) talked in his sleep and said only the creepiest shiz (she also mentioned him sleep fighting which is hilarious but not what this story is about) one of the things he had said that really shook her was the phrase “the wall’s demand a sacrifice” and i really like that phrase.
so yeah that’s where this came from
oh and ya know master list
Jumin
- it was past midnight and he was up to respond to a foreign business partner
- he wasn’t fazed when you shifted and mumbled something incomprehensible
- you had always talked a little in your sleep, mostly cute nonsense from your dreams
- “the walls demand a sacrifice”
- Well that was new
- He debated waking you up, if it were a nightmare he certainly didn’t want you to suffer longer
- Then you chuckled and he felt a shiver run up his spine.
- He had never her you laugh quite like that
- Perhaps he should make some tea and finish his work in the other room
Yoosung
- He had woken up when a particularly loud crack of thunder rang through the stormy night
- Jolted awake he looked around to check on you
- But you were snuggled up just as cute as ever
- “the walls”
- He smiled a little to himself, he loved when you talked in your sleep
- Sometimes if he goaded you along he could get you to say his name
- “what was that MC” he asked gently prompting you
- “the wall’s they want a sacrifice”
- That was all he needed to hear to know he would not be sleeping that night.
- He sat in the well-lit kitchen watching cute animal videos
- Anything to not think about the ominous warning you had muttered
Saeyoung
- You had your head on his lap as he worked on his laptop at the coffee table
- He chuckled at your occasional grimace or smile as you dreamed
- That is until you spoke
- “we must give the walls their sacrifice”
- “heh what was that?”
- “the walls demand a sacrifice”
- A second later you were shaken awake
- “MC if you ever do that again I will douse you in holy water”
- “huh?”
- “nothing just um, time to head to bed I think”
- You grumbled something about already being asleep before you shook you but relented and followed him to bed
- not noticing as he absentmindedly fumbled with the cross around his neck
Zen
- he’s occupied with character analysis when you appear in the doorway glassy eyed and vacant
- he had seen you sleep walk before when work stress got particularly bed so he wasn’t too surprised
- he stood, prepairing to gently guide you back to bed you turned your head towards the window and muttered something
- he chuckled quietly thrilled by how cute you always were
- he placed his arm gently around your shoulders and began to hush you gently as he walked you back to the bedroom
- “the walls demand their due”
- That stopped him in his tracks as he searched your blank and unfocused gaze still turned towards the only small window his apartment had
- “jagiya?” he prompted gently trying to rouse you “are you okay babe?”
- You shook your head blinking rapidly and coming back to yourself
- “Zenny? What? Was I sleep walking again?”
- “what were you dreaming about”
- “I um its fuzzy, you were there I think, but mostly I remember there was someone talking”
- “let um let’s get you to bed jagiya”
- he decides its best to head to bed with you, though he didn’t sleep very well after that
Jaehee
- she woke up to a call from MR.han
- she was ready to turn him down. You had helped her take great strides in being able to say no
- even to him
- she looked at you and readied her resolution
- then you spoke raspy and sleep deep
- “the walls demand their sacrifice”
- Well that was, unsettling to say the least
- When a chuckle escaped your lips the last of her bravery slipped from her grasp
- If she wasn’t going to sleep anyway she may as well work after all
- She left you a note on her way out
- “MC I had to go into the office urgently also you were sleep talking again last night. I read recently sleep talking can be caused by stress and sleep deprivation. Please take care of yourself and be sure to get good rest.”
Saeran
- He doesn’t sleep well
- So he’s used to sitting up watching you sleep it helps him calm down
- The you nuzzle into his lap just a little more and mumble
- “the walls demand a sacrifice”
- He’s more curious than anything else
- what does it mean? how do the walls speak to you? what kind of sacrifice do they want?
- am I in danger? why did they choose to give you their demands?
- I could sacrifice someone to the walls just as easily as you could?
- who are the walls to judge me unfit for preparing their sacrifices?
- He has to shake his head that line of logic was still so easy to fall into
- He would wake you gently then in case the dream that caused the sleep talking was a bad one
- then both of you could start the soothing routine of falling back to sleep together
#mysme#mystic messenger#mm#jumin#jumin han#yoosung#yoosung kim#saeyoung#luciel#seven#707#zen#hyun ryu#jaehee#jaehee kang#saeran#ray#unknown
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prompt for @thatwickedozian and Glo--thank you both so much for your donation!
also from Learn Me Right, senior year
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Elphaba shut the car door behind her and instinctively went to stuff her hands in her pockets. Instead of the warm, bunched up material of her letter jacket, however, her fingers slid against the smooth outside of her gray tuxedo. Unable to fidget that way, she shifted her weight and kicked her foot, scuffing her toe a bit against the gravel.
She winced, remembering Nanny digging out the shoe polish just last night, warning her to be careful with these. She shook her head and leaned against the car, bringing her foot up to rub out the mark she’d just made.
A giggle came from the other side of the car. Elphaba dropped her foot and looked over. Glinda was there, leaning against the closed driver side door, eyes sparkling at her. Elphaba flattened her palms against her jacket and let out a breath. She started making her way toward Glinda, glancing around for any sign of Crope or Boq’s cars. But the parking lot was already mostly full, making them hard to find.
/
The parking lot was already mostly empty. A few clusters of people dotted the area, either parting ways or lingering at each other’s vehicles. For the most part, though, everyone had scattered for the afternoon, making it easy for her eyes to find her own truck and—sitting on the lowered tailgate—Glinda.
Even in the cold, cloudy afternoon, she seemed to shine. Her hair was pulled back into a messy bun, with little wisps falling out around her ears. She wore one of Elphaba’s dark flannels and Elphaba’s class ring around her neck. Her feet dangled from the truck bed, kicking back and forth in excitement when she saw Elphaba coming.
But what really caught Elphaba’s attention was the single red rose that she held in her hands. Glinda twisted the stem between her fingers, letting it twirl back and forth as Elphaba approached.
Looking back, it was obvious. This is why Crope and Tibbett disappeared halfway through study hall, and why Boq was squeaking and stammering as he tried to talk to her at her locker, and why Fiyero had given her a smug smile before nudging her down the hall and saying, “Just go outside, Elphie.”
Elphaba reached her truck and looked up at Glinda.
“Hi.”
“Hi, Elphie.”
“It’s weird. I thought I was going to be the one to do this.”
Glinda smiled sweetly. “You were taking too long.”
“Prom is still two months away!”
“Besides,” Glinda went on, ignoring that, “you asked last year, so it’s my turn anyway.”
Elphaba raised an eyebrow. “Well? Ask away, then.”
Glinda pushed herself off the truck bed, practically landing in her arms.
“Elphaba?” She stepped even closer, and Elphaba felt heat creep up her neck and across her cheeks as their bodies pressed together. “Will you go to prom with me?”
As she asked, Glinda grabbed Elphaba’s hand and slipped the rose into it. She pressed Elphaba’s fingers around the stem, then lifted her hand so she could kiss her knuckles.
It took Elphaba a moment to find her voice. Once she did, she breathed out, “You know I’m not really a flower kind of girl.”
“It’s fake.”
Elphaba looked down at the rose. She ran the thumb of her free hand along a petal. So it was.
“So?” Glinda asked.
/
“So?” Glinda asked, reaching for her hand. “Are you ready?”
“What happens if I say no?”
“We’re already late, you know.”
Elphaba grinned. “Are you worried they’re gonna think we stopped to make out?”
“Well. That is what we did.”
“Oh. Right.” She squeezed Glinda’s fingers, pulling her a little closer. A blush spread across Glinda’s cheeks, making both of them smile wider.
“There you two are!”
They jumped and looked over. Crope was a few parking spaces away, arms crossed over his chest. He tapped his foot against the ground and frowned. “You’re late.”
“Isn’t that the fashionable thing to do?” Elphaba asked.
He rolled his eyes. “Let me guess. You took a wrong turn.”
/
“Sorry, we took a wrong turn,” Glinda said, dropping into the booth opposite Crope and Tibbett.
“Riiiiiight.” Crope narrowed his eyes at her and Elphaba. Beside him, Tibbett just grinned.
Glinda leaned into Elphaba’s side, giving them her best wide-eyed, innocent stare.
“Don’t worry,” said Tibbett. “We already ordered your usual.”
“With fries?” Glinda asked.
“Of course.”
“I love you, Tibbs.”
“Sorry, darling. I’m happily taken.”
Crope perked up. “Speaking of! I believe we owe you money.”
“It’s really alright, Crope—”
“Nope! You dealt with Morrible. The least we can do is pay you back.” He dug into his pocket and pulled out his wallet.
Glinda shook her head, but she reached into her purse and pulled out an envelope. From it she retrieved a slip of thick, slightly glittery paper. As Crope slid a couple bills across the table, Glinda handed the paper to him. Elphaba caught a glimpse of the front:
—are cordially invited to Shiz High School’s annual—
/
Elphaba dug her ticket out of her pocket and held it carefully between her fingers as they walked over toward the others.
Crope’s teasing impatience dropped. He skipped over and hooked his arm in Glinda’s.
“My lady.”
Glinda giggled and patted his elbow. “Thank you, kind sir.”
Tibbett walked over to Elphaba, less bouncy than Crope, but smiling just as much. “May I?”
“Fine, but I’m not dancing with you.”
“Not even once?”
Elphaba took his arm. “Okay. Maybe once.”
/
“And we even get to dance more than once this year!” Glinda flopped back onto the bed, bouncing a little as she landed next to Elphaba.
Elphaba propped herself up on her elbow and stared down at her. She had the thought to reach out and run her fingers through the hair that had fallen over Glinda’s face, or trace the lines that crinkled at the corner of her eyes as she smiled. Instead, she found herself held in place, too entranced to even move.
Glinda met her eyes, her smile deepening. “But you know what the best part is?”
“What’s that, my sweet?” Elphaba’s words came out in a breath.
“I’ll get to be with you, the whole night long.”
She smiled back. “You know, that’s not really unlike any other night.”
“I know. That’s why it’s the best part.”
/
“C’mon Elphie! This is the best part!”
Elphaba clung to Glinda’s hand and resisted the urge to take a step backward. “I disagree with you vehemently.”
“Just one picture?” Fiyero asked. “If we all promise not to post it anywhere?”
Glinda giggled. “I think that one only works when it’s coming from me, Yero.”
“Besides,” said Elphaba, “I’m not sure I trust all of you with that promise.”
Her eyes flicked over to Crope, who pressed his hand to his chest.
“Elphaba, you injure me.”
“I’m sure I do.”
He walked up to her and placed his hands on her shoulders. “Look. I’ll even sneak into yearbook club and delete it from their files if you want. Just—one picture. Please?”
Elphaba rolled her eyes. She took a deep breath, already feeling herself giving in.
“Come on, Elphie. It’s our senior year.”
She let the breath out in a laugh. “How many times are you going to use that excuse this semester?”
“As many times as it works,” Crope said with a shrug. “So?”
“Alright, fine. One picture.”
Crope cheered, bouncing on his toes in front of her. He leaned in, kissed her cheek, then dragged her off to the photo stage before she could take it back. Glinda—still holding Elphaba’s hand—ran with them. The others followed closely, crowding around Elphaba so everyone could fit into frame.
/
The boys crowded around, leaning over the table to get a better look at the corsage around Glinda’s wrist.
“That’s gorgeous,” Boq said. He glanced up at Elphaba. “Nicely done.”
She shifted in her seat. “Nanny and Shell helped.”
Glinda pulled her hand away from Crope so she could push herself up and kiss Elphaba’s cheek. While she was close, she whispered, “Shell told me the truth. I know you picked it out.”
Elphaba shrugged, ignoring the way heat crept into her cheeks.
A whistle sounded from across the room. Elphaba turned around, scanning the restaurant for—
A few tables over, Milla and Nami were setting their bags down at their own table. Nami met Elphaba’s eyes, grinning widely.
“Hey, Elphaba!”
/
“Elphaba!”
Elphaba looked up at the sound of her name. Her classmates moved around in the darkness, and the pulsing, dancing lights from the DJ booth made it hard to make anyone out at first.
Eventually, though, her eyes landed on Nami, standing across the room and waving at their group. Beside her, Milla spun around to look at them. A smile split across her face as she grabbed Nami’s arm and dragged her over.
“Milla!” Glinda called. She let go of Elphaba’s hand and ran over. When they were close enough, Milla let go of Nami and launched herself at Glinda, hugging her hard.
Nami walked over—much more calmly—to Elphaba. She held out her fist. “Sup, Elphie?”
“Hey, Nami.” Elphaba fist-bumped her. “I like the jumpsuit. It’s nice not being the only one without a dress.”
“Thanks. You clean up well yourself.”
“Blame Glinda for that.”
Nami grinned. “Trust me, I know the feeling.”
Together, they turned to look at Glinda and Milla, who were in the middle of gushing over each other’s dresses. Milla said something, and Glinda held out her skirt and gave a little twirl. The fabric—a delicate, sky blue in the daylight—was pale enough that it seemed to change color with every new flash of the dance lights. Elphaba spared a glance down at herself, wondering if her light blue vest was doing the same thing, but she quickly decided watching Glinda was more important.
She really does look beautiful, Elphaba thought.
/
“You really do look beautiful.” The words caught, and Elphaba had to clear her throat. But when she looked out of the corner of her eyes, Glinda was blushing.
“So do you,” she said. “I told you the gray suits you.”
“Thank Oz I have you and the boys dressing me.”
“Oh please. You could wear your cross country uniform and still be the most stunning person there.”
Elphaba snorted.
“Are you doubting me, Elphie?”
“There’s no doubt in my mind. That title belongs to you.”
Glinda’s blush deepened. She smiled, almost shyly. “Stop complimenting me, or else we’ll never make it to prom.”
“How do you know that’s not secretly my intention?”
Glinda’s smile widened as she looked sideways at Elphaba. “Well, why didn’t you just say so?”
“What—” Elphaba shut up as Glinda hit her blinker and swung into a parking lot.
It was just some cluster of businesses along the strip, but Glinda drove around to the back of the building, out of view of the road. She stopped, the car idling, and turned toward Elphaba.
Elphaba stared. “Well, shit. I didn’t think that’d work.”
“We’re still going, Elphie. Just…in a minute.”
“Sure. And what are we doing in that minute?”
“Take a wild guess.” Glinda was already lifting the center console, clearing the way for her to scoot across. Elphaba reached for her, hands finding her waist, and pulled her close.
/
Elphaba pulled Glinda closer, out of the way of a group of junior girls rushing past. Glinda spun with the momentum and fell into her. All at once, Elphaba became aware of the heat radiating from Glinda’s body, and her hands on Glinda’s waist, holding most of her weight, and the way Glinda pressed her chin against Elphaba’s chest to grin up at her.
“Hi.”
“Something tells me that wasn’t you being clumsy.”
“What can I say? I’m opportunistic.” The song faded, its last beat slipping into silence for a split second before a few slow chords played. Glinda’s eyes lit up. “And incredibly lucky. Dance with me?”
Elphaba pretended to consider. “Do we get to stay like this?”
“Of course.”
She adjusted, pulling Glinda upright so they could stand more comfortably—but not further apart.
“In that case, you don’t even have to ask.”
Glinda slid her hands between Elphaba’s jacket and vest, rubbing long, slow circles up her sides. Elphaba couldn’t quite fight off the shiver that came with her touch. She gripped Glinda’s waist a little tighter. It took a moment, but she eventually remembered that they should be dancing, not just standing there. She swayed with the next chord that hit, gently pulling Glinda along, delighting at the small, pleased smile that played across her lips as they eased into the rhythm.
“Hey,” Glinda whispered, drawing back just long enough to move her hands to Elphaba’s neck. “Did you know I’m in love with you?”
Elphaba ducked her head to press a kiss to Glinda’s hairline. “I’ve heard it a time or two.”
“Like, really in love with you.”
“That’s good,” Elphaba said, spinning them around just to see Glinda’s dress twirl with the movement. Glinda tucked her face into Elphaba’s collar. “I’d hate for this to be a one-sided thing.”
“Elphaba?”
“Yes, my sweet?”
Glinda pulled herself back so she could meet Elphaba’s gaze. Her eyes darted from Elphaba’s, down to her lips, and back up again.
The song was fading, anyway. Elphaba brought a hand to Glinda’s cheek. She felt a tiny thrill as Glinda’s eyes fluttered shut.
She leaned down and pressed a kiss to the corner of Glinda’s mouth. She couldn’t quite hold back her chuckle as Glinda’s fingers pressed impatiently on her neck.
“I’m in love with you, too, you know,” she whispered.
“I know.”
The entire room disappeared, but she could still hear the faint, moving chords of the tail end of a song. Elphaba smiled, and she kissed her.
#under a cut bc jfc this one got long#fun fact it took me two and a half weeks to figure out how i was going to write this#and approximately an hour and a half to actually write it#anyway i hope you like it! and thank you again!#fics for donation#wicked fanfiction#asks#i suppose#thatwickedozian#prompts#gelphie#high school au#cross your fingers the formatting works y'all it's been so long since i posted something long on tumblr
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Because I Knew You
Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader
A/N: This is for @the-ss-horniest-book-club drunk/quarantine drabbles. The prompt comes from @book-dragon-13 It's a wicked themed prompt and I absolutely love everything with Wicked so I had to snatch it. I hope you'll enjoy it!
“What do you mean there is a prequel to the Wizard of Oz?” Bucky stares in disbelief at the two tickets that you just handed him. “I saved money for months to see that film! Judy Garland was wonderful, and for it to be ruined by a goddamn prequel!” Bucky rants. You couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle.
“I think what’s more surprising here, Bucky, is that you’re a huge Wizard of Oz stan! And yes, there is a prequel, well it’s not really a prequel, rather more of a revisionist exploration of the Wizard of Oz. And it’s one of the best musicals, so you’re going to go to Shiz, and you’re going to like it!”
“Sir, yes, sir!” Bucky quips off, and you give him a playful, yet stern warning look. Wicked was a spiritual experience. The pain, the struggle, and the desire to be accepted, paired with the emotion that only live theater can bring make it kin to church. And you were not going to let Bucky ruin this! You’ve pulled too many strings to get front row tickets to Wicked, on Broadway. Does he know how hard those are to come by?
When the day of the show comes, you’re beyond excited. You were able to convince yourself not to go dressed as Elphaba, cause it would be frowned upon, rather, you found a lovely green frock that channeled your inner Elphaba. Bucky came down the stairs in a suit, looking ravishing, like always, but you had to push those thoughts aside because you had a date with the Wizard! And nothing, not even your sexy ass boyfriend will distract you.
“Let’s go!” You yell excitedly as Bucky just gives one of those, “help me, I’m being held against my will” looks. You tusk at him, “you’re going to like this, Bucky! Trust me!” And so you were off, with your date with the wizard.
The first act is just as you would imagine. Front row seats make the show good, but what sets it apart are the actors. They are all just so damn good! You can feel Elphaba’s hopes and dreams about meeting the Wizard. The loathing of the new pair of roommates is palpable. Act 1 ends with that famous, signature crescendo, bringing a new, free Elphaba. One that isn’t tied down by what people think of her. The curtains close, and as people leave for the intermission, you turn to Bucky.
“So, what do you think? It’s great, isn’t it?” You ask as you bounce in your seat from excitement. This truly has been the best date night in a while.
“Eh, it’s okay. This Galinda person is okay. And the witch, Elphaba, is okay too.” You laugh at Bucky’s resistance to admit that it’s good.
“Okay, well just you wait for act 2. In my opinion, act 2 is better than the first act.” You tell him as the lights dim, and you make your way back to Oz.
And you were telling Bucky the truth, act 2 carries more emotion. Like when Fiyero and Elphaba finally admit their feelings for each other. That no matter what was going on, that for that moment, they had each other. Despite their obstacles, love reigned in their hearts. It didn’t matter what Elphaba looked like, Fiyero loved her and that’s all that mattered. And of course, the crowning jewel, the finale number, For Good. The heartfelt confessions of Elphaba and Glinda. How despite their differences, they would always be connected. That they had been changed, for good. And with Glinda in her bubble and Elphaba on her way with Fiyero, the curtain closed and the show was over. You looked over to see Bucky crying.
“Oh, Bucky. What’s the matter, baby?” You pull him close.
“It’s stupid,” he mutters, clearly embarrassed at his emotions.
“Come on, tell me what’s wrong, Buck?”
He sighs, giving in. “I just relate so much to Elphaba. I had dreams of greatness too when I was younger. I thought that my fighting in Europe would bring some good to the world. But then Hydra got me and turned me into a monster. That’s why I think I like that song about good deeds so much. Because I’ve tried being good, but I feel that I just make things worse. But then that last number, it made me think of us. How you love me for who I am. And that no matter what happens to us, you’ve helped me heal, Y/N. You’ve changed me for good. And I just feel stupid crying over a stupid musical but it’s just that I’m Elphaba!” He sniffles as he looks down.
“Oh, Bucky! That’s not stupid at all, rather, I find it quite touching. And you thought that this ‘prequel’ was going to suck,” you joke as you exit the theater.
“It’s still no Judy Garland” Bucky snips back. Though, the soundtrack is all he listened to for the next month.
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Tagging (always open): @marvelgirl7 @aesthetical-bucky @littleredstarfish @bugsbucky
#the hbc drunk drabbles#the hbc#bucky barnes fanfiction#bucky barnes x reader#bucky x reader#drabbles
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Gimmie Jercy fluff with them realizing they’re gay for each other and both going ‘oh’ please (:
(as promised. I hope this is satisfactory :D )
"So what's the plan? Pizza and video games or do you wanna go to the arcade?"
Percy shrugged as he pulled on his SPQR hoodie and then turned to Jason, who was laying on his bed, staring up at the popcorn ceiling.
"I don't care. Estelle and mom won't be back until later this evening, and Paul is gone all weekend. You still spending the night?"
"Yes sir, if that's okay? I can go back to camp though?"
"No. I'd be happy to have you."
Jason looked up and grinned, that bright Golden boy smile. And Percy felt his cheeks turn hot. He looked away, grabbing his phone(bless the Hesphateus cabin for figuring out how to protect their smartphones from monster detection), and then leaving his room. He heard Jason following.
"I'm down for staying here," Jason inputted softly.
"Okay. I think we have pizza rolls in the freezer, will that work or do we gotta order pizza?"
"The rolls work great."
Percy made his way into the kitchen, finding the bag of pizza rolls and dumped them on a baking sheet. Baking them was a superior method, okay? He hit a few switches and turned on the oven, then turned to find Jason looking in the fridge.
"Whatya looking for?"
Jason glanced up. His blond hair was short and spikey, but it looked soft. His blue eyes were practically sparkling as he smiled at Percy.
"Lookin for more food."
Percy's mouth was suddenly dry.
"Okay," was what he said, while what he thought was Oh No.
They got their snacks, put their dinner in the oven and then went to the living room, setting up Percy's PlayStation and turning on Overwatch. Jason had the upper hand, despite his lack of practice, due to Percy being suddenly distracted by the realization that Jason was actually really attractive.
At some point, Percy had discarded his hoodie, and when he went to go get their pizza rolls, Jason realized he was suddenly really cold, he was used to Camp, where tney didn't really have air conditioning. He threw a glance around the living room for a blanket, and instead found the hoodie. He reached across the sofa, grabbing the purple fabric and tugging it over his head and sticking his arms through the sleeves. He was just pulling it down over his stomach when Percy walked back in, a plate stacked with pizza rolls in hand. He freezed when he saw Jason.
"What are you doing?"
"Uh. I was cold? Is this okay?"
He didn't really think Percy would have a problem with it. He didn't seem like that type?
Percy was staring at him, and Jason definitely didn't notice how his pupils dilated slightly, and he definitely didn't notice how Percy bit his lip as his eyes dragged over Jason. And he definitely didn't notice how Percy's hoodie smelled like the ocean and warm vanilla.
"Yeah, you're fine," Percy said finally, and his voice was a little higher than usual.
Percy sat beside him, putting their food on the coffee table. When he leaned back, their shoulders were touching. Neither mentioned it, just played, maybe a little bit quieter then usual, because they were both thinking the same thing.
Oh no. Am I gay for my one of my best friends?
They didn't address it, and neither realized the other was acting weird because they were too preoccupied with their own problems. When Estelle and Sally got back, they played some card games with them before going to Percy's room when Estelle went to bed. Jason sat on his bed while Percy packed his bag, they were supposed to be going to Camp Half-Blood together tomorrow morning. Jason had been there for a few weeks already, but Percy had been at Camp Jupiter all school year, attending college there, and had been spending the past few weeks with his family.
"So," Jason said after a few minutes of silence.
"So?"
"Got any summer plans?"
"Jason, really?" Percy asked with a laugh.
"I don't know, I feel like things suddenly got awkward."
Percy hummed. "How's Pipes been?"
"Oh. She's... She's good, we haven't really been talking recently... Not since the breakup."
"Wasn't that last year?" Percy asked, tugging on an old Star wars t-shirt and pulling off his socks, walking around to get into bed.
"Yeah."
". . . I guess I don't really understand since Annabeth only took a few weeks apart before we were friends again."
"Yeah, well you guys were friends before. Piper and I had nothing before we dated. We didn't even know each other."
"Yeah I guess that would make it kinda awkward."
Jason rolled to face Percy, watching his friend answer texts, the blue light of his phone reflected in his sea green eyes. Percy really was quite attractive, and Jason wasn't quite sure how to cope with this sudden information. Like, he knew objectively, that Percy was good looking. But never really mattered before. And now it matters. It matters a lot.
After a bit Percy set down his phone and turned to Jason. They talked and laughed long into the night before Percy fell asleep mid sentence. Jason smiled fondly at him and got up, flicking off the lights and then settling into bed to sleep. He stared into the darkness, trying to figure out what in Hades' name was going on. And if his conclusion was that he had a crush on Percy? Well that was his problem, wasn't it.
#jason grace#percy jackson#heroes of olympus#percy jackson and the olympians#jercy#writing prompt#prompt ask#prompt#give me prompts and shiz#ask me#send me asks#thanks for the ask!#ask me stuff#queerbutstillhere#queerbutstillhere writes
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Clara prompts take 2!
ok so @muffinrecord did another prompt thingy and you know i had to get my girls in it! (Beatrice’s coming soon lol)
1. How does your OC feel about their Doppel? Do they spend magic recklessly because they know they won’t become a witch, or are they afraid of their inner darkness?
Uuuuh… She’s too busy basically dying on the ground to notice but she’d be more adverse due to basically not wanting her spine to be ripped out for it.
2. Your OC just arrived in Kamihama. Yachiyo shows up and tells them they need to leave, or else she’ll fight them to see if they’re strong enough to stay. How does your OC react?
She laughs before saying “I’ll be here anyway my dear!” pointing out Janet’s hospital stay and how she gets seeds for them both. “I won't bother you, so don’t bother me! Ok my dear?”
3. Your OC is fighting a difficult witch. It’s getting dangerous-- your oc could die at any moment. Do they try to run away or fight? How do they react?
She’d just run, unless it’s to get a seed for Janet she’ll just leave it for someone else to fight. She may be suave n shiz but she’s also pragmatic like that.
4. Your OC is eating at Banbanzai’s! What do they think of the food?
It’s easy to get and decently good, leading to it being viable to her and Janet. She’d probably be a regular on days when Janet’s stuck in the hospital.
5. A grief seed drops, and another stubborn magical girl tries to fight your OC over it. Both of you are in danger of becoming a witch. What does your OC do?
Despite Elanore's and Janet’s nudging, she’s not opposed to killing. With that she’d probably snatch both the seed and the other girl’s gem and run.
6. What school would your OC go to if they lived in Kamihama? (List of schools here).
She’d probably be in university due to being 19 lol.
7. Your OC fell asleep and somehow landed in medieval France! How do they react to Tart and co? Do they want to join up with the villains instead?
Although she’d quite get along with Corbeau she’ll side with Tart due to her thinking her crush and apprentice would be disappointed in/mad at her if she sided with the others.
8. Your OC is going to get an Variant Alt! What kind of Alt is it? Halloween? April Fools? Christmas? Something else?
DULLAHAN ALT DULLAHAN ALT! Me and @puellamagiemporium are so gonna give her a Dullahan alt!
9. What character in the game would your OC be able to trust most easily?
Like said before, Momoko would earn her trust easily.
10. It’s time to use your OC’s Magia! What is it called and what does it do?
I haven’t posted her gameplay yet so enjoy this lol (thanks for the help Emer lol)
"My wagon stops for you” [1] -Her face rips open into a Glasgow smile as she jumps on and takes control of an eerie 6-horse wagon covered with a tarp and rides it to stop in front of the selected unit. Once there she skewers the unit with her whip and flings them into the wagon before steering the wagon through a gate that opens for her and looks like it could belong to some sort of haunted mansion that leads into what’s basically the underworld.- dazzle 55% 2 turns, magia seal 100% 2 turns, MP dmg 40, ATK up when near fainting 20%
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I was going to reveal the ship, but if you don't want to make my comic, that's fine.
You are still welcome to ask, I don’t just start randomly drawing shiz for strangers on the internet without knowing what I’m going to be drawing or who I’m drawing for, nonny.
Each of my pictures takes at least an hour. I enjoy making them, and I enjoy talking with people about disney ships.
I didn’t like your prompt for a couple of reasons:
I don’t know who you are
I don’t know why you’re here
I don’t know the pairing you want me to draw
I do know that a lot of people fetishize Esmeralda
it’s pretty long
it came after someone anonymous repeatedly messaged me as if I were an Esmeralda RP blog which gives me reason to think you may be the same anon and that anon made me feel uncomfortable.
you’re acting like this request is for my benefit, which... no? just no. That is not the relationship that you have here try again.
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Hey, idk I'd you're still doing this but for the AU prompt mash up thing, andriel with royal and criminal! 😊(only if you want to of course)
Yes indeed-y I am still doing this and loving it!! love you anon!!
[Psst– send me two fic prompts and I’ll tell you how I’d mash them ;)]
Oh boy I love royal aus and I love criminals and I love andreil so this is everything I hope you enjoy non!!!!
(sorry in advance I really couldn’t stop myself, it just kept. on. going. XD):
So, Luther is king of… we’ll call it something super original: Carolina.
He’s crazy, super religious and burns people for being “witches” and stuff.
Tilda is his sister (duh), she’s also crazy but in a “I’m-gonna-go-on-a-forty-day-bender-and-come-back-unwed-and-pregnant” kinda way.
When she actually does this, Luther flips, covers the whole thing up, and throws a ball to celebrate her very sudden marriage. At the ball tho, this old lady comes up and asks if Tilda wants to know the gender of the baby, which is crazy, cause no one knows she’s pregnant ‘cept Luther and Tilda. Luther tosses the chick into a fire but not before she can spout off a prophecy, something clever and pretty vague and easily mis-readable like–
“REUNITED TWINS WILL BE YOUR DOWNFALL YOU ROTTING SIRE! AND BEWARE THE BUTCHER’S HEIR!”
However, the prophecy counts death as a reunion, so Luther can’t just kill both of them and he decides killing one of them is too risky. Luther scars one of the boys so they won’t be so identical and then boots him.
And so, Andrew Doe grows up family-less and scarred while Aaron grows up a very well guarded secret who’s not allowed to leave the palace. No one knows that Tilda has a son– let alone two– and everyone assumes the only heir to the throne is Nicholas Hemmick who’s on a weirdly long business trip?
(naw he ran and fell in love with his husband and is thriving on another continent)
That bit about the Butcher is pretty concerning, since Luther’s main executioner is Nathan Wesninski, the infamous Moriyama family Butcher who was given as a gift of good will to Luther. It’s not like he can kill Nathan, so he just bans him from ever having kids.
Nathan’s like “fine by me” so exactly 0 of the women he fucks survive to tell the tale.
UNTIL– Mary. She escapes just barely and nine months later Neil is born but here he’s called Abram and not Nathaniel for obvious reasons XD
Anyways, Mary raises Neil on the run at the same time as Andrew’s doing the opposite of thriving. They meet by accident, Mary leaves Neil in the town Andrew’s living in and Andrew tries to rob Neil and almost gets gutted for it.
They’re like, 13 so Andrew’s like “teach me how to do that now” and Neil’s like “no go away” and he bolts off to find a new hiding spot. Andrew finds him though, and Neil runs off again. Rinse and repeat. (look, Andrew’s like 14ish and bored out of his mind)
Eventually Neil gives in and agrees to teach Andrew to protect himself if Andrew agrees to steal some fresh fruit for Neil as payment
Andrew agrees, steals fruit and Neil starts training with him and they become quick friends. Neil mentions he wants to become a Knight someday and explains that him and his mother are running from his father (but doesn’t mention who that is)
Andrew spills that he’s never had anyone and that he thinks Knights are stupid.
But then Mary returns, she snatches Neil up and whisks him away to another town and Andrew’s alone again. He doesn’t like this, and there’s nothing in the town to keep him, so he finds Neil again.
Mary catches on and picks up the pace, threatens Andrew, and just tries to loose the kid any way she can but no matter what he always pops back up.
Eventually Nathan catches up to them, but this time Andrew is there. Neither he or Neil are fast enough to save Mary but they get themselves away to safety.
Together, in the dark of a barn with sheep and pigs rustling around in the warm night air, they make a vow. They swear to kill Nathan Wesninski.
Neil still wants to be a knight but he realizes that becoming one of the kings soldiers in order to kill one of the kings men isn’t exactly the smartest idea, so instead, him and Andrew go to Palmetto, a tiny little kingdom that’s on the verge of death and has an extraordinary crime rate. The queen, Kayleigh Day, died and her son went mysteriously missing, leaving the kingdom in turmoil.
Wymack is the leader of one of the largest gangs in Palmetto, but Neil and Andrew go to one of the smaller gangs first. They join, work their way up, and then talk to Wymack as equals, having taken over the gang. Wymack’s impressed, if a little wary of the two, and he offers Ally-ship.
(btw this takeover has taken years, they’re like, roughly 20′s now)
The two agree and tell Wymack about their plan to kill Nathan, Wymack admits to having contacts within the castle who could help but– it comes at a price.
He knows where the real prince of Palmetto is, and he needs them to go and rescue him. Neil and Andrew don’t like this plan but Wymack’s help is kind of necessary so they agree, queue a kickass rescue/ kidnap scene where Neil, Andrew, and the foxes all gang up to save Kevin who doesn’t know he’s being saved.
During this tho, they run into Riko since Kevin’s basically his personal servant, his “2nd in command” blah blah or whatever
Riko has met Aaron, and he knows vaguely about the prophecy because it was kind of a hot topic, but, as far as he AND the Moriyama’s were aware Tilda only gave birth to Aaron, except, Andrew is just uncannily similar to Aaron and– oh is that Butcher hair? What did you say your name was? Neil? huh…
Riko manages to trick Neil into getting caught but Andrew and the rest of the gang escape with Kevin. Riko tries to get Neil to admit who he and Andrew are but Neil won’t admit he knows who Nathan is and he genuinely has no idea who Aaron is.
By the time Riko finds out Kevin’s gone he’s beyond pissed. He doesn’t want to admit that he lost Day (who’s going by Kevin. No last name, the More-yams aren’t very good at hiding people) and he doesn’t want to hand Neil over without knowing that he’s the Butchers son.
So he decides he’ll handle the whole problem himself, and then boast to Ichirou about how clever he is later, so he tells Andrew that he’ll give Neil back if Andrew gives Kevin back.
Andrew’s like .2 seconds from doing just that but he also knows Riko probably doesn’t plan on giving Neil back at all, so he agrees to the deal but crafts a plan– he can’t kill Riko, but he can embarrass him to the point of Riko not being about to say shit without fucking himself over.
And so Andrew takes Renee and a couple other foxes and they go to meet Riko, little does Riko know that Kevin is actually a bear enchanted to look like a man and also enchanted to be chill until they let him go (Renee’s a witch, forgot to mention that).
However, little does Andrew know but Riko’s cursed Neil so that he has to come back to Riko in at least two days or Andrew will die.
The deal goes down, Neil’s traded for bear-Kevin and it all seems to work out well since as soon as Andrew’s got Neil the whole group books it and once they’re out of eyesight they hear roaring and screaming.
Everyone celebrates but Kevin knows it was too easy and he asks Neil about it, which leads to Neil spilling the facts. Kevin tells Neil that Riko doesn’t have that kind of power, there’s no way he could cast a curse that effects someone he’s never touched, but Neil doesn’t want to risk it.
Unfortunately (or fortunately) for Neil, Kevin tells Andrew and so when Neil comes to do the whole “thank you, you were amazing,” Andrew just locks him in a room.
There’s some tense waiting since there’s a slim chance that Riko does have that power and Andrew’s about to die– but then the deadline’s up and Andrews still around!
Now Andrew and Neil have another name on their list though, Nathan and Riko gonna die.
Neil tells Andrew about Aaron, and they question Kevin, who barely knows anything but Andrew decides he wants to steal Aaron since their first kidnapping was so successful.
Uuuuh, this is really long so: they kill Riko, Nathan, and Luther, Kevin is back to being king of Palmetto and quickly takes over Carolina and everyone lives happily ever after.
(idk, if you want the ending or some shiz lemme know XDD or if you want a dif. prompt mash up also lemme know! This is so much fun XD)
#luci doesn't shut up#fics#!!!#prompt mash up#I had way too much fun with this one XDD#Literally just went buck fucking wild#hope this is alright for you non!!!#andreil#aftg#all for the game#royal au#crime au#XD#this is like#part one technically cause my fingers started cramping up typing al lthis out and I don't think people are going to like it that much#XDDD#If you do want a part two lemme know lmao#<33
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Simply Soft ~ WAYV ver.
a/n ~ i figured that i would make this scenario ot21 (so expect nct 127 to be next!). here are their favorite things to do with you!
• Prompt: ten’s instagram lives because he is babie
• Genre: platonic fluff, bullet point scenario, wayv member!reader
• Warning(s): strong desire to be a part of wayv
• Reader Gender: gender-neutral
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Kun
he does not pick favorites, but if he did you would most definitely be the top of the list ngl
he has reasons lined up whenever the other members call him out on favoring you
1) you listen to him the most out of everyone
and 2) you don’t call him old very much which he finds extremely pleasing
3) you also offer to help him whenever he needs it and he cannot help but adore you for it
honestly would die for you, that’s how much he cares
always doing what he can for you
if you asked him to skydive out of a plane, he would do it at least ten times
he’s known you for a while as well so he’s always looking out for you
loves getting your input on things
if he’s making dinner he will bombard you with questions like “what do you want to eat?”, “does this need more seasoning?”, “have you eaten much today?”, or “do i need to make a lot?”
wants you to feel included since you haven’t always been a part of wayv (you debuted with them at a later date)
will bring you with him everywhere if you’re up for it
grocery shopping, the mall, downtown to fun food stalls, every tourist attraction ever...
you name it, you and kun have been there
honestly, the best mom friend because he always pays for everything and makes sure you’re having a good time
however, his favorite place to go with you is the studio
you two just vibe
he says you’re very inspiring
enjoys making music with you next to him
finds your talents very exciting and will hype them up a lot
will sometimes have you sing or rap (maybe play an instrument if you can) so he can put it into his mixer and make a song with it
shows off all the things you make together to the rest of the guys so they can compliment you as well
overall a very considerate guy when it comes to your place in the group
wants the rest of wayv, and the fans especially, to love you as much as he does
he is always making you feel good about yourself
“you deserve to be here just as much as the rest of us, y/n.”
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Ten
stage ten clinger
loves you to the moon and back
finds you to be the cutest thing on planet earth and would, like kun, die for you
you could be the most cold-hearted savage and he would be cooing at you like he would a newborn
loves being around you but will give you space when you need it
can read you like an open book
always touching you in one way or another when he’s close enough
poking your cheek, leaning onto your shoulder, linking your pinkies, snuggling himself tightly against your side, you name it
though if you express a distaste for skinship, he’ll try to tone it down
he just wants you to be comfortable
always trying to teach you things
tried teaching you dirty phrases in thai but kun-mama found out and shut that shiz down real quick
moved on to teach you choreographies
it’s both fun and has the kun stamp of approval
you both try out every genre of dance under the sun
enjoys ballroom dancing with you, particularly when you both waltz around the room perfectly to the beat
keeps trying to get you into salsa dancing so he can see your hidden sexy side
a brat when you don’t listen to him
his all-time favorite dances are the ones where you two essentially just mess around
sometimes you both watch tik toks and try to learn the dances
tries to follow the dance to candy by doja cat because he loves the part where he can throw it back when she says “sweet spot”
wants you to do it with him and record it
will beg
if you do, he won’t stop talking about it
if you don’t, he won’t stop talking about it
essentially it’s a lose-lose
on another note, when he teaches you new choreographies, he’s very supportive and helps you when you struggle
never tells you directly what you did wrong (if you do anything wrong), but gives you hints so you can figure it out yourself and learn
gives you hugs when he feels you’ve done a good job (which is every time you dance tbh)
tries to kiss your cheeks in congratulations
“c’mon let me give you a kith!~”
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WinWin
the fans think he hates you
and when you first met him, you thought so too
but he was just a shy bean because he wanted to seem like a cool guy
he’s someone you can trust with your life
you two just click in a way that doesn’t need words
not going to name names yuta and taeil but people are jealous of the close bond you two share even though you haven’t known each other for long
many say you’re soulmates
he doesn’t do much with you because he just likes to relax on his days off, so he prefers when you both get to hang out around the house
his favorite place to chill with you is on the floor of the kitchen
he’s not one to express when things make him upset or if there’s something on his mind
he tends to suppress his emotions until they get to be too much
so one time, everything got to that tipping point and he couldn’t help but sit on the kitchen floor and have a good cry
you found him just as the last tears were falling
you could see he had been off the days leading up to that moment so you understood the reason
you sat next to him and wrapped one of his hands up in both of yours, much to his surprise because he had previously thought he was home alone
you both sat there in silence until he rested his head on your shoulder and thanked you in his tiny voice
now, whenever you guys hang out, you sit in that same spot on the floor
sometimes you sit in silence, other times you explode with conversation, sharing hushed complaints or secrets
and you always hold hands, sicheng demands it (silently)
in conclusion, winwin is the best boy and just likes to vibe with you
“you. me. kitchen floor therapy.”
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Lucas
one word to describe lucas with you
adorable
a total puppy around you and always smiling. he will follow you around like ten but doesn’t want to be clingy
if he can’t see you, he’ll ask where you are without a doubt
if you’re right behind him when he’s asking about your location, surprise him with a hug and he’ll just melt
hug him in any form and he’ll melt actually, he just loves the feeling of your arms around him
that being said, he absolutely adores when you cuddle with him, hold him in your arms, or just sit next to him in general
*chicken hand meme*
lucas is a very touchy person and loves to be close to the ones he cares about
makes sure you sit next to him for e v e r y t h i n g so he can do what he does to everyone who sits next to him, make his hand look gigantic while resting on your knee or thigh
at first, you didn’t really know how to act when his hand just straight up blanketed your thigh at the airport while the group was waiting for a flight
you made a weird noise in the back of your throat that could have sounded like a moan if you really wanted it to
fans have the moment forever caught on camera and you hate it
you wished you would have reacted more,, calmly to the contact
people always talk about it (the number of twitter posts is insane)
you asked lucas why he does it and his explanation was so cute that you didn’t have the heart to tell him to stop
he said that it was his way of making sure that you were there and it comforts him when there are a lot of people around
however, nowadays you don’t even notice when he does it
you find his habits endearing and don’t even bother worrying about it because all he wants is to show you he cares
basically, lucas finds your presence comforting and wants you to know it,, subtly
“stick close to me, okay?”
==≎==
Xiao Jun
literally the sweetest to you
very quiet around you but you know he cares a lot through the way he acts
it’s like he can read your mind, that’s how in tune he is with your emotions
another member that can read you like an open book
you feel the slightest chill and he’s already there with jackets or hoodies in any color under the sun
like a protective older brother
always ready to save you from yangyang
he confessed it was something he enjoyed doing immensely
one time in the summer, you and yangyang decided to have fun on a day off and play outside with water guns
whoever got shot first would lose
obviously, neither of you planned on losing so you played like you were in an american war movie
twenty minutes in, yangyang proposed a truce from behind his post and came out into the open
you didn’t trust him but you decided to let your guard down for just a second
which was a mistake
yangyang wasted no time aiming at you and shooting in your direction, only for dejun to come out of nowhere and take the shot to the chest
he was very dramatic about it, though you all were at that moment
*cue actor xiao jun*
he coughed while he lay on the ground with a soaked shirt, you were quickly down by his side demanding why he did it
he conveys it was the right thing to do, and it was his time
*cue his “death” and you yelling at him*
you avenged him by spraying yangyang in the face when he was bent over laughing at the scene
xiao jun doesn’t have a designated favorite activity to do with you, he just likes being someone you can rely on to protect you
even if that includes being a human shield for yangyang’s pranks
“don’t worry, i’m here.”
==≎==
Hendery
the crackhead duo
the other group members look on in confusion when you guys start screeching about something
you find something that you both deem funny and then you go into your own world to make jokes and laugh about it
you both have random ticks that you do together
there are plenty of videos, and i mean plenty, where you and hendery are in the background doing something weird in complete synchronization
one video shows you and hendery sitting in the back of the car while kun and winwin sit in front of you
you made a weird noise by accident but hendery made one back so you both just nodded at each other at the same time like some unspoken agreement was come across
another video of you guys exploring tourist attractions shows you and hendery doing a random dance together in the background before you both stop and point to a digital billboard with wayv on it in sync
it weirds the other members out but they don’t question it
another member that people think you’re soulmates with
there are times when you say the same thing at the same time, or hendery starts a sentence and you finish it
both of you don’t even acknowledge when it happens, but the group goes wild every time
especially lucas
he finds it to be the coolest thing in the world
loves, loves, loves going to the studio with you to just mess around when you are supposed to be working on the important stuff
you both come up with a new handshake each week to show the guys
the current one is at least thirty seconds long
you two are almost always live on one platform or another, just messing around and talking to fans
you show off your handshake of the week and then get right into dancing to random songs
sometimes you have a chill live (with the handshake as an opener ofc) and answer fans questions
hendery loves to talk so you guys get way off-topic after each question but neither of you minds
admires when you get excited about anything
has the biggest smile on his face whenever you speak and his eyes never leave your face
always ready to hug you and be super extra when you get serious or act cute in any shape or form
your biggest fan and will not let you speak badly about yourself
“were we twins in our past lives?”
==≎==
YangYang
he’s a brat, but you can’t help but love him
constantly trying to prank you
and find something to roast you about
you prank him back and roast him just as much though
sometimes you team up to prank the other members but even then you both watch your backs in the event of a sudden betrayal
prank wars are common and most of the time kun-mama has to step in to get you two to chill out because you’re supposed to be working professionals
yangyang always whines and says something along the lines of, “as expected from the old man to shut down the kids’ fun.”
you laugh every time because kun’s offended expression is pure comedy gold, but you always hug the poor guy after
you both quote memes and have a plethora of inside jokes that none of the other members get
the amount of unique roasts you both come up with is crazy
you find time between all the pranks and calm periods, to play the game where you go back and forth with savage phrases, replying “of course”
moments of peace are rare but when they come around, you and yangx2 are the cutest, most relaxed babies to ever be baby
though he would never admit it to your face in a million years, his favorite moments with you are the ones where you come across a truce and you both let your guards down enough to be extra clingy
you either hang out in his room or yours and relax on your bed
you watch movies, play games, have deep talks about the future, wrestle and play fight, or even nap if you’re both up for it
though make sure you wake up first because yangyang won’t hesitate to draw on your face
sometimes he forces you to lay on his chest so he can hold you close
will become a flustered mess if you try to get him to be the little spoon or even mention how cute he is for wanting to cuddle
he will complain about your teasing but doesn’t do much about it except tickle you
“come on, just let me like,,, relax or something!”
#i took so long to post this#honestly not surprised though#also#i love my boys#all of wayv's songs are a bob dylan#i mean bop#kpop#technically cpop#kpop imagines#nct wayv#wayv#wayv imagines#wayv x reader#wayv x you#xiaojun#kun#xuxi#lucas#winwin#sicheng#ten#chittaphon#yangyang#hendery#nct#nct imagines#nct x you#nct x male reader#nct x reader
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HOSPITAL! DRAMA!!
written for @brokenwoodfanpage‘s fic week - prompt was ‘hospital’
this is absolute crack. also available on the ao3
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9.30am at Brokenwood Regional Hospital. It’s not the biggest of places, but it’s got a reputation for the cleverest puns, the steamiest situations, and a whole host of miracle cures.
People come from miles around to be cured of their ailments, and for the most part, Diagnostician Mike Shepherd and his team solve their case in a matter of days. It’s truly newsworthy.
Etc.
But you’re not here to listen to the sciencey stuff. You’re here for the drama. The excitement! The perfectly M-rated raunchiness that can only be shown on TV at 8pm. That kind of thing.
Like I said, it’s 9.30am, and shiz is already going down.
Immunologist Jared Morehu strolls out of one of the cleaning cupboards, clothes only slightly dishevelled, with another doctor in tow. He winks at the camera. It’s pretty obvious what’s been going on.
The other doctor - who probably should have a name or something, so we’ll call him Doctor Smith - backs him into a wall, staring him down intensely. The music swells, and we pull into a close up on their faces.
Doctor Smith, with much drama, “Will I ever see you again?”
“I don’t know, e te tau.” Jared says, with a very dramatic sigh, because he might be played by a Maori actor, but he certainly talks like he was written by an all-Pakeha writing team with no cultural consultant. “Taku kuru pounamu. I’ll see you.”
“Ohhh.” Doctor Smith sighs, and glides off dramatically down the hallway away from him, doctor’s coat swept up behind him as he goes. “I’ll never forget you, Jared.”
“Thank you!” Jared calls, but he’s secretly forgotten the other doctor’s name already.
(It’s Doctor Smith).
10am brings our intrepid team together for the first time of the day. There’s a new case. Neurosurgeon Kristen Sims has a mug of coffee she brewed at the office’s kitchenette. The pot is also on the table, but no-one else wants one (because she’s truly terrible at brewing it. Truly.)
Infectious Disease Specialist Sam Breen has his own cup of coffee, which he purchased at the coffee cart down the road, because he might be generally afraid of germs and what tiny little infections can be found floating invisibly through the air, but he’s more afraid of Kristen’s coffee.
Mike’s there, also. He’s got his head stuck in a report, because he might be the lead character on a hospital soap, but he’s also the only one who actually does work.
They’re all just waiting for Jared. But, they all know Jared, and this is a sexy, sexy hospital that occasionally solves medical mysteries. He’ll turn up.
10.05am. Breen and Kristen aren’t even pretending to work now. Mike is still reading his report. Jared is nowhere to be seen.
Breen clears his throat. “Mike-”
At that very moment, Jared runs in, his clothes, once again, heavily dishevelled. (To no-one’s surprise.)
“Sorry.” Jared gasps, out of breath. “Weather- y’know, bro?”
Everyone knows that’s a lie. But, they don’t mention it. It’s commonplace in this workplace. Hardly an issue.
“Of course.” Mike says, and puts down his report. He holds the tension, just a little. “...Did you know we’ve got a case of smallpox in this hospital?”
“Smallpox?” Breen echoes.
Kristen gets it. This is a worry for him. Not just because of the pandemic risk, but also because overtime this week means he’ll probably have to miss his anniversary dinner for the third year in a row.
At this rate, no-one will actually think he has a girlfriend.
Kristen honestly isn’t so sure.
“Yes.” Mike replies, and passes copies of the case file out to them all. “Presenting with a rash, fever, vomiting, vertigo and sores in the mouth. The Ministry of Health is on-route.”
“Shouldn’t it be left to them, then?” Kristen asks. “Stave off a pandemic, and all.”
“Yes…” Mike says, slowly. “But I don’t think it’s smallpox.”
Cue a rip-off of the Shortland St Theme!
12pm puts Kristen and Sam in the lunchroom. A grey-haired man with a cane sits at a table opposite, deep in conversation with a brunet. It's American. Sarcastic. Oddly reminiscent of something else...
Anyway. Kristen has a salad. It looks delightful. Sprouts, feta, kale, sunflower seeds - healthy stuff for healthy people.
Breen has a milkshake. It is… less so. Think of a McDonalds milkshake, then add a whole lot more angst and ice cream. It’s very unhealthy.
“Smallpox?” Kristen asks, eating her salad. It’s all very healthy and beautiful and stuff, and shines with a beautiful healthy glow.
(This writer has solely eaten bread today and is pining for vegetables. Don't judge.)
Breen nods, pensively. “Smallpox.” He sips at his milkshake in a way that is very, very annoying.
The two Americans get up from the other table, with the grey-haired one shooting Breen an irritated look. There's no argument though, and the Americans leave. It's probably for the best.
"Well, you definitely drove them away." Kristen says.
"I did not." Breen stops drinking his milkshake. "It's not like this place needs to be silent, though. Do you know them?"
"Not really." Kristen muses, fork halfway through a kale leaf. "The brunette works in oncology. I think the man with the cane is trying to get Mike's job."
"Well, he won't give that up easily."
Before the pair can say anything resembling anything remotely intelligent, an alarm goes off. The normal bright white lunchroom lights switch to red. Steel shutters slam down over the exit doors and across the window locks.
It is all very dramatic, and certainly far too ridiculous for a middle of the road hospital in rural New Zealand. However, that’s what happens.
“Quarantine?” Breen asks, putting his milkshake down.
“Quarantine.” Kristen affirms, and looks over to him.
A look passes between them. As to what that look is, no-one knows! It’ll be revealed in about three hundred words’ time.
Good.
Down in the morgue, Gina blinks at the shutters for a moment, then turns back to the corpse she’s examining. Things like this don’t phase her, it’s not like she’s under Russian quarantine.
Now we’ve gotten that scene out of the way, we jump to Mike and Jared, who are also trapped together. However, they’re actually doing science, and not just eating their lunch, because they’re actually good doctors, though potentially very foolish ones.
The patient is in front of them. Outside in the corridor, MoH people wearing significant PPE are milling about, generally quite pissed at them. However, they can’t do anything about it, because Mike and Jared have willingly exposed themselves to the virus by locking themselves in the room.
“I really hope you’re sure about this, bro.” Jared says, looking over at his boss a little nervously. “‘Cause if you’re not, you’re putting a lot of faith into our immune systems.”
“If we were going to catch it, we’ve caught it already.” Mike says, and fiddles with a piece of medical equipment. “Now, look at this.”
Great! That wasn’t a pointless scene at all. Now, back to Kristen and Sam.
They’re arm wrestling. Kristen, unsurprisingly, is winning. She pushes Breen’s arm right down towards the table, and yeah, it’s real tense.
Then, with one final push, she slams his arm right down against the tabletop. “I win!” She declares, though there’s really nothing to win.
Sam winces and shakes the pain out of his arm. “Not fair. I’m not left handed.”
“Neither am I.” Kristen replies, and grins over at him, only a smidge toothily.
With an odd look in his eyes, he smirks, reaches out and-
Jared is examining something under a microscope. “What do you think, Mike?”
Mike leans in, takes his place. “You’ve got it-”
Back to Kristen and Sam.
“I can’t believe- You have a girlfriend!”
“Had. Had a girlfriend. And that doesn’t mean anything anyway these days. Just let me-”
Kristen exhales heavily, and trembles a little. “Sam. Please.”
Jared and Mike appear to have hit on something.
“If you look at the historical journals of where the patient was diving - there’s an inconsistency.” Mike says, pointing at a specific paragraph of said journal.
“You’re not kidding, bro.” Jared says, squinting out towards the MoH officials. “Do you think any of them speak Spanish?”
Kristen wanders away from the table, clothes a smidge dishevelled, and looks out the window. They’ve been in lockdown together for a full three hours and honestly, she’s sick of it.
Breen is eating her salad, looking sweaty. Through a mouthful of leaves, he says, “Do you think they’ve forgotten about us?”
She shoots him a withering look. “Doubtful.”
“Mhmm.” He stands up, wanders over to the window as well. He squints out into the sunlight. “Do you see Helen out there? She’s the best cat. 68 years old in cat years or something like that. Very not racist. Last time she let me pat her I almost felt honored.”
“Mhmm.” Kristen replies. Then, after a moment, it hits her. “Breen. The journals. The cat in those journals.”
“The cat?” He blinks, takes a second. His eyes widen. “Rickettsialpox.”
Kristen’s already got her phone out of her pocket, and she’s dialing Mike.
“I can’t believe we were stuck in here for three hours for nothing.” Breen sniffs, looking out at Helen. “She’s a lucky cat, y’know.”
In the end, it’s all wrapped up very simply. It’s not smallpox, but rickettsialpox, something that can easily be treated with antibiotics and a good night’s sleep. The MoH disappear as soon as they came, and Kristen and Sam are let out of the lunchroom.
Another day well spent, the team all sits down around the office table with fish and chips.
“What were you two doing while we were working?” Mike asks, curious despite himself.
“Arm wrestling.” Kristen says.
Breen shrugs. “I was mostly looking at cats.”
“Breen has a boyfriend.” Kristen exclaims. “Never even said. All this time I thought he was with Roxy.”
Breen shrugs, again. “People change.”
“Bro.” Jared says, looking interested, “You’re a hit with the tāne too?”
Breen shrugs, for a third time. “What can I say - who wouldn’t want this?”
Kristen snorts. Prolongedly. “Sorry, I just-”
“What, so you two never-” Jared glances between them, and the implication is obvious.
Mike, obviously not in the mood for gossip, rolls his eyes, takes his fish and chips, and leaves the table.
“What?” Sam yelps.
“Never.” Kristen says, looking horrified. “No. Never.”
“Never in a million trillion years.” Sam finishes, looking over at Kristen. “Never. Ew.”
“Defensive.” Jared raises his hands in mock surrender. “I wasn’t implying anything.”
But the thing is, he’ll never actually know the truth, and neither will you.
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@infinadow-week Day 2: Canon/AU (The Enemy of My Enemy AU)
Word Count: 1583 words
Pairing: Infinadow, Shadfinite
Summary: After Finn is injured from a battle, Shadow comes to check on him in the infirmary.
A/N: The AU I chose for this prompt is one I came up with called The Enemy of My Enemy AU (the link gives better description). Additional note: I chose for this version of Infinite to go by Finn instead of Zero to create a stronger distinction between the two (since they have different backstories and shiz).
Finn hadn’t stirred since the nurse had tended to him and put him to rest for the night. He didn’t have the strength to fight back, but he certainly had a lot to say on the matter. The rest of the squad, whose injuries weren’t nearly as serious, resided in their own bunks under the nurse’s orders so Finn could rest peacefully in the infirmary.
Shadow, however, wasn’t as keen on catching up on sleep. He didn’t have to, really, but he also wasn’t a fan of having a total stranger tell him what to do. Once the nurse had slipped out, Shadow stepped in to check on Finn, who had yet to awaken.
Shadow walked quietly over to the bed. Once he reached the beside, he gazed down Finn’s sleeping form. Finn’s back faced him, his silver dreadlocks draped around his shoulders and back in messy tendrils. He seemed peaceful.
Shadow’s eyes drifted from the back of Finn’s head down to his midsection, partly covered by the blanket pulled over his form. The bandages that wrapped around Finn’s torso peeked out from under the blankets. Shadow clenched his teeth and closed his eyes, trying not to focus on it too much..
Ever since the doctor had created those imposter copies of him, it had brought nothing but trouble to him and everyone around him. The copies weren’t like the androids Shadow met before; they held all of his own abilities, right down to the finest of details. They were soulless copies, a cheap imitation, but strong adversaries nonetheless.
As if having to deal with the copies weren’t enough, Shadow had to also put up with the squad’s attacks, as well. On more than one occasion, Shadow received a strike or two from one of the Jackal Squad, only for them to quickly realize their mistake when they saw Shadow’s unamused expression.
Finn, however, never hit him during the battle. Not even once. Shadow couldn’t understand how this was the case. Finn had never once mistook him for one of the doctor’s copies. While the entire world thought Shadow had played a part in Sonic’s defeat, Finn knew him as innocent, even going as far as to offer his hand in alliance.
Shadow supposed he should have been thankful that Finn was alright. His injuries weren’t fatal, but it certainly gave the squad a scare. It wasn’t until after the battle that Finn even noticed that he was hurt. When he had collapsed to the ground coughing up blood, however, it sent everyone into a panic. Shadow had to carry him back, despite Finn’s weak protests.
Shadow shook his head lightly. “You reckless idiot.”
“You know, some people would find it creepy to have someone watch them while they slept,” came Finn’s quick reply.
Shadow blinked and he froze in place, eyes wide. Finn sat up and turned himself to fully face Shadow. Without the blanket covering his midsection, Shadow could see the full wrap of bandages around it. He tried not to think too much about it.
When Finn finally faced Shadow, his eyes clenched close and a light hiss escaped his lips. He watched Finn pull the blankets back and swing his legs over the side of the bed. Once his toes touched the ground, he began to try to stand.
“What are you doing?” Shadow questioned. Shadow placed both hands on Finn’s shoulders. “You need to rest.”
Finn growled at him and slapped one of Shadow’s hands away. “Let go.”
Shadow shook his head and pushed Finn back down as gently as he could. Despite his intentions, Finn quickly came back down to the mattress with force. He yelped sharply and grabbed his side. Shadow instinctively reached towards him, but Finn opened his eyes to glare at him.
“Don’t,” Finn hissed.
Shadow retracted his hands and crossed them. His gaze fell downwards, away from Finn’s heated gaze. “Sorry.”
“‘Sorry’?” Finn repeated. He scoffed. “‘Sorry’ doesn’t fix this.”
Shadow looked back up at him. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
Finn let out another growl, but it was quieter. He looked down at his stomach and rested a hand on it lightly. He shook his head, a small chuckle escaping him. “You make me so damn angry, you know that?”
Shadow tilted his head, his brow arched in a question. Finn just scoffed.
“We just fought an entire pack of clones that look and act just like you,” Finn responded. His anger seemed to have shifted into irritation. “And while the rest of us have to lick our wounds, you’re still standing, right as rain.”
“You’re mad because I didn’t get hurt?” Shadow questioned. He scoffed. “Now I wish I didn’t carry your sorry ass back here.”
Finn’s expression softened, but his aggravation did not disappear. “Some of us had to work hard to get as strong as we are… And then you come in, making all of it look so damn easy. You don’t even have to try at being strong; you just are.” He shook his head. “What I’d give to have that.”
Shadow blinked. Finn hadn’t been exactly welcoming since they had become allies in light of the war, so hearing such a genuine, albeit bitter, compliment was surprising to say the least.
Finn seemed to note Shadow’s surprise and shook his head. “Don’t get it in your head that I like you or anything. You’re still a pain in my ass.”
“A pain in your ass who still agreed to help you,” Shadow reminded him, “and saved your life today.”
Finn smirked. “Oh, how gracious of you!” He brought the back of his hand to his forehead dramatically and leaned back as if he were swooning. “How will I ever repay my knight in shining armor?”
When Finn bat his eyelashes at him, Shadow sighed heavily. “Now you’re being a pain in the ass.”
“Takes one to know one,” Finn replied, dropping his hand from his face. “The first thing you did was kick my ass, after all. Seems like the biggest pain the ass you can be, don’t you think?”
Shadow arched a brow. Finn barely acknowledged the night they met in the Mystic Jungle, let alone how it ended. Despite their agreement, Finn wasn’t exactly friendly towards Shadow by any means. Not that Shadow was too social himself, but the point still stood.
“Are you still mad about our fight?” Shadow asked before he realized. “In the Mystic Jungle?”
Finn frowned. “You call it a fight; I call it an ass-whupping. I never stood a goddamn chance against you.” He sighed and closed his eyes. “And now we have to fight a whole batch of those copies Eggman made.”
At the reminder of the troubles they faced, the image of Finn lying out in the desert came flooding back to him.
“How are you… feeling?” Shadow questioned. His eyes focused on Finn’s midsection. “I know you’re hurt, but… How do you feel?”
Finn traced his hand over his bandages. “I was coughing up blood a couple of hours ago, so I’d say I’m definitely doing better than I was before.” He looked Shadow up and down quickly. “You seem dark and brooding as usual, so I take it you’re fine, too?”
Shadow rolled his eyes. “Yes, I’m fine.”
Finn arched a brow, almost disbelieving. Then, his smirk returned. “Is that why you decided to come see me in the middle of the night while everyone is asleep?”
“I was just checking to make sure you were fine,” Shadow replied, his brow raised in questioning, “why else would I be here?”
“Is that why you also made sure that Isis was out of the room before you slipped in to come see me?” Finn questioned, arching a brow. When Shadow didn’t respond, Finn grinned. “Aw, you care about me. Don’t I feel special?”
Shadow let out a small groan. “Read it however you want, I was just checking on you.”
“In the middle of the night while everyone is asleep,” Finn repeated. He brought a hand to his face. “Are you sure all you wanted was to check on me?”
“What are you implying?” Shadow wasn’t in the mood for games.
Finn shrugged, his hand tracing along his jaw line softly. “I’m just saying… You only came to see me when we were all alone and no one was around to bother us…”
It wasn’t until that very moment that Shadow suddenly realized what Finn was implying. He stared at Finn, whose brow remained arched. His lips pulled outwards into a mischievous smile, his fangs glinting. Shadow felt his cheeks begin to burn.
“I wasn’t- You’re being- I was just checking on you!”
“Oh?” Finn chuckled, which only made Shadow angrier. “Well, then… I suppose I’ll have to think of another way to repay my knight, won’t I?”
Shadow went completely still. His mouth opened slightly in a small ‘o’ shape, his wide eyes fixed on Finn. Then, without warning, he stood up from the bed, turned around and walked away from Finn.
“Don’t worry,” Finn crooned, “we can always pick this up on another night…”
Once Shadow reached the doorway, he turned sharply towards Finn. “I should have left you to die out there.”
A devilish grin played across Finn’s lips. “Love you, too, Shadow.”
For the briefest of moments, a flash of heat went across Shadow’s face. He growled in anger and stormed out of the doorway, leaving Finn to laugh alone in the infirmary.
#the queen writes#infinadow-week#infinadow#infinite the jackal#shadow the hedgehog#sonic the hedgehog#shadfinite#I had fun with this one#i love this au man#the enemy of my enemy au
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