I always imagine Draco gardening, (idk because he gardened with his mom when he was little maybe?) anyway, now I've imagined Harry coming to see Draco, spotting him with dirt on his cheek and knees scuffed from the ground. I can't decide how Harry would react though. Would he think it's cute? Out of character? Weird?
As Harry walks down the stone steps into Draco’s garden, he can’t help but feel as if he is trespassing upon a scene he isn’t meant to see.
He’d known he wasn’t due at Draco’s til half past noon but he’d been bored and restless at his flat alone, and if truth be told he’d missed Draco something terrible after a week away on assignment. So on a whim he’d tried to use the floo a few hours early and had been pleasantly surprised to find Draco had left the connection open for him.
Except when he’d stepped out into the lounge he’d not seen Draco anywhere. He’d called out for him, and poked around his house, but there was no sign of him anywhere. Harry had almost started to worry that something might be wrong until he’d noticed the kitchen door ajar which had led him out into the dewy, sunlit garden.
It was unusually warm for this time of year and Harry had only expected to find Draco enjoying the sunshine. He mostly definitely hadn’t expected to find Draco on his knees amongst a bed of flowers; his sleeves rolled up and grass stains on his knees. But what Harry found most startling was the sight of Draco bent over on his hands and knees, a line of sweat dripping down his neck and his long, elegant fingers digging into the dark, rich soil.
Harry wasn’t sure why he found it so shocking, he’d known Draco liked to take care of his own flowers. He’d told him as much on their third date, mentioning how he used to tend to the flowers in the garden with his mother as a child. He’d said it casually enough at the time as if it was nothing, but Harry had known then it was Draco’s way of revealing something very intimate about himself to Harry. The significance of that small comment had not been lost on him.
However there was a big difference between knowing Draco liked to garden and seeing him work the earth with his bare hands. Harry wasn’t sure what it was exactly, all he knew was that the sight before him made his clothes feel too small and his heart feel too big.
And so when Draco abruptly stands a moment later, embarrassed and rubbing his hands on his pants Harry nearly sprints across the garden, pressing Draco back against the stone wall and tangling his fingers into Draco’s and holding on as if trying to anchor himself. There is something different about this kiss, something raw and desperate and Harry dimly wonders if Draco feels as exposed as he does.
“If I’d have known you liked to see me dirty I might’ve invited you over to watch me garden a long time ago,” Draco teases when they finally stop kissing, his eyes locked on Harry with a gentle fondness that makes his chest ache.
“I love you,” Harry whispers quite suddenly.
Draco doesn’t say anything at first, just blinks a few times and Harry’s stomach drops immediately, wondering if he’s misread the moment. But then its Draco’s turn to nearly slam Harry back against the wall, kissing him as if his life depends upon it.
Draco doesn’t say anything, doesn’t say the words back, but his hands tremble as he hold’s onto Harry, pressing messy kisses to his neck and face and just about anywhere he can reach.
And Harry smiles, because Draco hasn’t said the words out loud, but its in his eyes and his touch and his smile, and he knows that Draco is saying it back in his own way. So Harry closes his eyes, letting Draco’s touches wash over him as he inhales the smell of grass and dirt, memorizing every moment and relishing in the overwhelming sensation of being loved.
Summary: AU. Reader rushes to her ex-boyfriend’s side when he’s in an accident.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!reader
Word Count: 4,733
language, angst, referenced car accident/motorcycle accident, hospital, doctors, injury, fluff, more angst, more fluff, drunk driving mention, nothing gory, I’m not a damn doctor okay? Shonda Rhimes taught me this shit.
[whispers] soulmate au where you can steven universe style fuse with your soulmate(s)
*star eyes* Oh my gosh I love this idea!
Everyone is born with a gem/precious stone (or sometimes a metal or mineral that wouldn’t normally be considered a gemstone) somewhere on their body. This isn’t a full-on gemsona situation, but gemstones as this AU’s soulmark equivalent.
There’s a hereditary component to what gem you get, but it’s not simple inheritance. (i.e. You have a higher probability of having the same gem as one of your parents, and some family lines run relatively pure, but it’s also common to share a gem with a more distant relative, or to have something your family hasn’t seen in recent generations)
Gems come in “families,” so even if a certain bloodline runs pure, there’s still going to be a little variation. For example, the beryl family–beryl, emerald, aquamarine, heliodor, ect–are very closely related. Hunk’s family tends toward beryl gems.
Pidge has a malachite (associated with nature and supposedly good at preventing sensory overload) at the nape of her neck [example of malachite]
Matt has a goethite (associated with grief and raw emotion, often found with malachite deposits) on the inside of his wrist [example of goethite]
Shiro has a black opal (associated with karma and the cosmos, and often thought to bring misfortune despite also being regarded as a healing stone; the black variant is notable for the stark contrast with the blues, greens, reds, and yellows contained within) at his collarbone [example of a black opal]
Lance has a turquoise (associated with luck and ambition, but also unity and leadership, and said to confer protection if given to you by a friend) on the back of his left hand [example of turquoise]
Keith has a vein of luxite (the metal in his mother’s blade, and not something anyone on Earth recognizes) across his right palm. He wears his gloves in part to hide it.
Theoretically, anyone can fuse with anyone else, but the vast majority of fusions are unstable. There’s no way to tell who can form a stable fusion with whom until it happens
The official definition of “soulmate” is “a pair or grouping that can remain fused indefinitely.” Since it’s obviously impossible to prove that you can stay fused forever, and since most unstable fusions fall apart quickly, the cutoff is often set at five minutes. Any people who can stay fused longer than that are considered soulmates (if they choose to label themselves that way.)
There’s also no way to tell from gems or from the fusion itself if the bond is
romantic or platonic. You’d have to ask the people involved.
That doesn’t stop people from coming up with a millions theories anyway. (”Romantic partners always have the same gem!” “Romantic partners NEVER have the same gem!” “Platonic partners will always have gems in the same family!” “There are romantic sets–but good luck reaching an agreement on what the sets are.”)
Fusions look just like regular people with a few exceptions: they’ll have 2+ gems, but depending on placement you might not be able to tell; their eyes will usually be banded the colors of members of the fusion, but you have to look closely to notice; and there will sometimes be additional markings in the colors of the gems, often forming a trail connecting the two gems.
Other than those minor physical differences, fusions are also notably different if you look at brain scans. They don’t generally maintain two (or more) separate consciousnesses, but they retain the knowledge, memories, and capabilities of the people involved, and they tend to have much higher levels of brain activity on any given task. Fusions who are familiar with their fused state tend to be more dexterous, have better reflexes, and be physically stronger than their unfused counterparts, and they tend to solve problems more quickly and more efficiently.
The rest of this (i.e. the Voltron ‘verse story) is going under a cut because this is already long.
Austisic!Peter and MJ. MJ knows Peter's autistic because of all the subtle things he does. Like, she's super observant and stuff so she knows when he's getting overstimulated or when he needs something to stim with. She doesn't mention it, but she has a shit ton of stim toys and super soft pieces of fabric in her bag (under all the books to kinda hide them). I love the idea that she knows he's Spiderman and she always gives Spider-Man something to stim with if she sees him.
the first time mj notices it is during their sophomore year of high school, when she’s watching him during band practice. she watches everyone, sometimes to draw them, sometimes so she can mimic them, sometimes just bc she feels like it. but she likes watching peter the most. he makes her head calm down a bit, like how it does when she listens to music or when she opens a brand new hardcover book.
he’s sitting there holding his triangle (what a nerd, who plays the triangle) looking focused on when exactly he should ring it. he’s tense all the time lately, and he’s always pulling ned aside to talk about “big bird” whoever that is. but then suddenly flash comes up behind him and plays the trumpet directly into peter’s ear. anyone would jump at that, and peter definitely jumps. but what catches mj’s eye is what happens when everyone is laughing, when peter sits down and people kind of stop focusing on him. he drops his triangle down and shakes out his wrist, he quickly hits his hand to the side of his head and closes his eyes really tightly.
it’s a familiar thing to look at. mj doesn’t hit herself, but she gets that urge sometimes when she’s trying to keep her meltdown at bay. when she can feel the sensory overload and the overstimulation trying to take her over and she wants to push it back down, and sometimes she’ll feel herself wanting to physically hit it.
she goes back to reading, but she only really begins paying attention to the plot of the book once peter appeared to calm down. then she felt calm again too. before they go she slips one of her stim toys into peter’s bag when he’s up putting away the triangle, and she doesn’t say anything when she sees him quietly playing with it the next day.
the second time she notices is late into their sophomore year towards the beginning of summer vacation. peter is sitting on the subway after class, probably on his way home. he’s seemed happier lately, it radiates off of him. apparently he got his stark internship back, and he’s even regularly coming to decathlon practice again. mj tells herself that she only cares about his decathlon attendance, she is the captain after all.
mj is sat behind him on the subway and she hears him muttering to himself. again, this is normal for anybody to do. but he’s writing in his notebook, and he’s making funny sounds. she peers over his shoulder and sees a bunch of formulas and spider doodles and science jargon and then leans back into her seat.
peter loves science. LOVES science. everybody knows that. they all go to a science school, but peter’s the only one she really knows who actually gets dreamy eyes when he talks about astrophysics and chemistry, and he can talk about it for hours. literally, hours. and right now it’s clear that his love for science is standing strong, he’s in his own little world right now. mj can hear him making happy squeaks and it feels familiar.
when she finds herself delighted she usually makes noises, happy trills and squeaks. neurotypical people give her funny looks when that happens, it’s annoying and rains on her parade. it isn’t as if she can even help it, and she doesn’t understand why it’s so weird. she tries to keep those noises in, but they still come out when she reads a particularly good passage in a book. and that seems to be what’s happening to peter. his shoulders tense everytime a happy warbled squeak comes out, and he begins scribbling more furiously into his notepad
he looks over his shoulder to see if anyone’s heard him and then startles when he sees mj sitting there. she raises her eyebrow at him and he blushes and turns around, and she can see him begin to bounce slightly in his seat.
mj goes back to reading but in the back of her head she feels things popping up. spider doodles in peter’s notebook. talking about a big bird with ned. dropping out of all his extracurricular besides decathlon. the whole incident in washington DC. she doesn’t know why she’s thinking about it, or why she knows that it’s all related. or even how she knows it’s related. she just chooses to read instead. if she slips another stim toy into peter’s bag, well, that’s out of her control.
the third time mj notices is during the summer. and it isn’t really with peter, at least not the peter he wants her to know about.
she’s at a small shop at around eleven at night, dressed in pajamas with her bag slung over her shoulder and a pack of hot cheetos in her hand. and then suddenly the shop is being robbed, and a gun is being pointed at her face. and her mind disconnects. her head is equal parts chaos and calm, thoughts are rushing around her brain but they’re going so quickly that it almost feels as if there are none. of course this is how she’s gonna die. of course she’s gonna fucking die in a corner shop at 11:07 pm in her flannel pajamas all because she wanted a bag of hot cheetos. of course that’s –
“you and i have to stop meeting like this,” peter chimes in, swinging into the shop and kicking the robber in the face. the gun falls onto the floor. “oh, my bad, you aren’t the criminal i thought you were. you guys really need to stop wearing masks, i can’t tell you apart.”
but oh wait. that isn’t peter. that’s spider-man. but that’s definitely peter’s voice. huh.
mj breaks herself out of her head and runs towards the gun on the ground just as the robber reaches for it, and she stomps onto his hand before he can grab it. the guy screams and mj just shoves her boot harder onto his hand.
“we make a great team!” spider-man cheers, shooting some webbing onto the guy’s legs
a few quips and thwips later and the robber is being seated into the back of a cop car. mj is sitting on the curb of the sidewalk munching away on some hot cheetos. and spider-man is walking up to her.
“you okay?” he asked, voice strained tightly.
“mhm,” mj hums. she’s pretty sure that she’s okay. time will tell. “are you?”
spidey startles. “of course i am, it’s my job, i love this stuff!”
“just because it’s your job, and just because you like it, doesn’t mean you’re okay.”
spidey kind of shrugs at that and sits down next to her on the curb. “i’m okay, just a bit shook up. he had a gun pointed at your head.”
“yeah,” mj sighs. “want a cheeto?”
they sit in a comfortable silence while they share the bag of cheetos, neither really wanting to talk but neither really wanting to leave each other. mj notices that spidey keeps shaking out his wrist, keeps bringing his hand up to his face to tap harshly at the lenses of his mask. she reaches into her bag.
“here,” she says, shoving a stim toy into his hand. “this one can be chewed on and pulled apart, it’s really neat. don’t worry, i haven’t chewed on it at all so you’re good to go.”
spidey gawks at her, mouth falling open. his lips are really red from the snacks. “um…. thanks. do you give these to everyone?”
mj pops another cheeto into her mouth and chews quickly. “nah, just you.”
spidey leans against her side and begins to aggressively pull on the toy. “thanks, mj.”
she decides not to point out that she never gave him her name.
Prompt: “We live on the same floor and the dorm between ours always has REALLY loud sex so now we’re both in the main lounge at two am do you want this last bite of ice cream?” aka the college AU that grew legs and went for a walk.
Warnings: only a few minor curses
Word Count: 5k
A/N: University AUs are a favourite of mine and this prompt was too good to ignore. It was supposed to be short, but as you can see, I got a little carried away… I hope you like it! :)
(Allison is alive because fuck Jeff Davis.)
The first night, you were woken by the sound of a headboard banging against a wall. You tried turning over and burying your head in the pillows, but the loud noise just persisted until you were left completely conscious.
Groaning, you sat up. After glancing at your phone and discovering it was only a little after 1am, you swung your legs from the bed and pulled on a large hoodie. You debated knocking on your neighbour’s apartment, but decided against it - just because you weren’t getting any, it didn’t mean you had to ruin their fun.
After slipping on a pair of shoes, you grabbed your laptop and decided to go for a little walk. As tempting as staying in bed sounded, you really didn’t want to have to listen to your neighbours having sex, and there were other things you could be doing.
The corridors were desolate, students behind each closed door, undoubtedly busy with things like sleeping or studying. Seeing as your dorm building had a communal lounge, you headed in that direction and quickly set up camp at a small table in the back corner. You dumped your laptop on the desk and made use of the drinks machine to fix yourself up with a hot chocolate before going back at your table and beginning to browse the internet.
You didn’t have a plan, per say, but reckoned your neighbour wouldn’t take more than half an hour to…finish. You would just stay in the lounge for that long, reply to a few emails, scroll through out-dated social media, relax. You’d had a busy week and having a little time to catch up online didn’t sound so bad.
As time began to slip by, you became less and less aware of those around you. The night grew darker and the lounge grew quieter, people draining out until you were almost completely alone.
Absorbed in your laptop’s luminescent screen, you gasped loudly when a photo of one of your friends getting proposed to appeared on your feed, completely unable to contain the surprised exclamation. You slammed the mug on the table, pulling out your phone and immediately going to call her. You couldn’t believe she’d forgotten to tell you - you’d known Allison for years, and she’d just, what? forgotten to inform you of her engagement? It was completely unacceptable.
“Answer, goddamnit!” You growled, glaring at your phone when it went straight to voicemail. You were beginning to construct an angry - yet supportive - text message when a voice cut through the air.
“Y’know, people don’t normally answer their phones at,” the stranger paused, presumably checking the time, “2am.”
So this little one shot sort of just came to me after the results of Australia’s marriage equality survey came out. So proud of my country right now–hopefully this is a gateway to more change for the better!
But for now, have this fluffy little Spicyhoney one shot! It’s seriously just fluff, so no tags or anything necessary (for a change!)
What's your opinion on this robot harry?For me it's so annoying he can't even pretend to be excited for his own tour, his social media presence is such a turn off
Well I’m sort of digging myself a grave with this one, but since I haven’t seen a post I can fully agree with, here we go. Disclaimer, I actually study this at uni. I was the Social Media Manager for the planning and putting together of a fashion show, on all platforms. I just handed in last month a 6-months marketing plan that was based around social media promo. So I do have a bit of knowledge in this area. I am by no means an expert, but this is my future field of choice, so I like to think I’m at least educated.
The situation isn’t as black and white as people have put it so far. All I’ve seen is “he’s horrible at engaging with fans” and “he doesn’t own you shit so stop complaining”. The answer is a very big grey area in which Harry’s actual social media presence fits perfectly in my opinion. First of all, there’s two main templates we studied for marketing purposes this year, Gaynor Lea Greenwood’s promotion suggestions (2009) and Burcher (2013)’s Paid, Owned and Earned media concept. Long story short, the first one is your traditional marketing campaign and the second one relies more on social media and advertising on it. Now, I think Harry’s team went for the more traditional approach, and let me explain why.
Harry started distancing himself more and more from twitter and Instagram ever since the hiatus started.Even before, during OTRA and MITAM promo, most of his tweets were promo stuff, lyrics I’m not sure we fully understand even now, charity work, promoting friends or tweeting about holidays/important days or events. His fan interaction has been low for quite a while, and I’m honestly baffled people are acting like this is news. Looking through his Twitter in 2015, there are some tweets to fans, yes, but they’re very sparse.I counted about 12 in 5 months, most of them in September, when Perfect came out, and around the release of MITAM.His tweets were mostly thanks to fans for various awards and nominalisation, promoting the songs/album, some lyrics and, without fail, after every concert he tweeted a thank you for coming.
It felt more personal than what we have now (tho in all honesty, his tour hasn’t started yet and if we eliminate the OTRA tweets it’s already a different story), but Robot Harry has been a thing then, and people were riding along with it instead of condemning it to the extent they do now.But, the thing is, Harry didn’t have the entire burden of engaging with the fanbase like he has now.Louis, Niall and Liam always took turns in taking the lead in replying to fans and interacting with them, which allowed Harry to do his part and everyone was mostly happy.
And yet, I personally don’t feel this frustration many people feel. I think it’s quite interesting actually. A bold move that wouldn’t work for other artist whose career relies on people who live and breathe social media (maybe Beyonce or Adele, but they are in another league). I was very intrigued by Harry’s statement in the Behind the album video, in which he said that there was a time in his life when people knew everything about him, and he didn’t like it.He has been overexposed since 2012, his personal life splashed across tabloids, fake relationship or not.And now he disappeared for a year (and has been retreating into himself for at least 2) and he wrote this mysterious™ album, trying to see if people can listen and understand it without knowing much about the current him. In this context, having an album that surrounds itself in mystery and then doing 4 Q&As on twitter and 3 livestreams sends…extremely contradictory messages. I can, and will fault his team for presenting a dual image of Harry that sometimes makes 0 sense, for handling a lot of things so poorly, and for the entire Carolina mess, but I will say that his social media fits this old school mysterious rockstar image they’re showing of him. I also think his actual reason is very personal and very real, and I respect the fact that he didn’t compromise this choice he made for promo purposes.
His promo relied on more traditional channels. TV and radio appearances, print magazines, and most importantly, the secret gigs. Now, I’m sorry, but I felt entirely more connected to Harry running across London at 8AM in my pyjamas than by any twitter spree he’ll ever do. I never did this before. This reminded me of the stories my dad told me, of queuing up for days in front of the box office so he’d get the tickets when they went on sale. It was very old school and it worked for me. It was a phenomenal experience, something I will never forget. And he did this for us. All profits went to charity, he didn’t do this for money. And while I know this was for a few selected cities and a handful of lucky fans, it was intimate and it was special and I think everyone, regardless if they were there, or vicariously living through pics and videos, felt a connection to Harry. We got emotional on his behalf when he sang with his idol on stage 2 weeks later, you don’t do that for someone you have no connection to.
Now, the actual reason I’m happy with what we’ve got is that it is genuine from my POV. Liam is the perfect candidate for a comparison, since he also took a bit of a break from social media (not as heavy as Harry’s, but he definitely wasn’t as active as Louis or Niall) and his promo is as textbook as it gets. He slowly, but surely increased his activity since January, a few more tweets, a few more pics on Instagram.A big turning point was April when he posted 13 pics on Instagram, compared to 8 in March, 4 in February and 3 in January. His Twitter went through a similar process.Now, the moment he started posting more, I knew his music was gonna be out soon. It’s pure marketing. You start your campaign weeks before the actual launch, it’s only natural. Unless you want to drop it as a surprise, but that’s another discussion. Actually Harry did it too, with the TV ad, but that was ruined by the info getting leaked beforehand and everyone getting pissed off by that so whatevs. Now, Liam is going for the approachable celeb route. Streams, Instagram stories, snapchat, tweeting fans, loads of pics, videos with popular Youtubers. It’s nice and about as well handled as it gets (apart from that weird video release earlier than it should have been and Liam just generally being a bit…odd?off?idk how to explain it, but a lot of people feel the same way from what I’ve seen). It fits with the image Liam is going for, it aims at the right target audience. He’s not trying to enter a new market like Harry is. He’s consolidating his place in the current market from what I’ve seen (and I’ll admit I haven’t followed his promo as closely as Harry’s). Trying to imagine Harry doing this sort of promo doesn’t really work for me.
Niall has been present on and off social media ever since he came back from his trip last year. Literally, if I pull up the calendars people have been making each month, he doesn’t get more than a handful of days without doing something, so it’s unfair to compare him to the others, since he’s always around and posting and doing stuff.
Louis deserves a better team and I won’t have anyone uttering anything else in my presence, and yet somehow, despite Niall’s constant presence and Liam’s textbook engagement, I’ll never feel as connected to them as I feel to Louis. Louis’ tweets are the perfect mixture of absolutely adorable fan service (“our year” 😭😭) and some of the things he’s passionate about (tv shows, fashion, footie/sports). His promo for JHO was….I have no words for it and I’m gonna have a rage fit if I start thinking about it, but his overall persona is charming and endearing when he’s posting things himself. He created a real communication channel between us and him and he knows how to use it when he needs to send a message (warning selfies anyone?Only you?). There’s an actual analysis of Instagram stats that shows he’s the number 1 male account in engagement and overall likes and that doesn’t surprise me one bit. Louis is a smart businessman, he has a loyal fanbase who is here for him through thick and thin.
And on top of everything I said so far, none of them owe us anything outside the promo bubble. Apart from shoots, songs/albums/tours info and official announcements, they do not owe us anything. If they chose to share a picture from their home, that’s their personal space, and while it’s good for PR, amazingly good in a society that thrives from the feeling of knowing everything about everyone (like what’s your fave’s breakfast and how’s their cat is doing), it’s still a part they can choose to keep private and no one should be entitled to ask for more.
Have you seen Adele’s Instagram? It gives you this illusion of closeness to her, with make up free selfies, funny poses and landscape shots. Too bad literally everything is from touring and other official appearances right? There’s one picture of her home, and that’s to celebrate the end of the tour. Harry sort of did the same with the booklet pictures. He allowed you into his personal space in a controlled manner, just like Adele did. Only he did it in a different way. His promo is just different and you have to think a bit outside the box to see that he actually did a lot of things other artists do. Just a bit differently. Was it perfect?Fuck, no. Was it as bad as many people make it look like?Personally, I don’t think so. It was just different and people are entirely justified to see it as a good or a bad thing. I see it mostly as a good thing. Mostly.
One of the most powerful lessons I learned from my time as a Certified Nursing Assistant was from an elderly woman who called me Fuzzy Wuzzy.
For the purposes of this story, we’ll call this woman “Edna.”
Edna called me Fuzzy Wuzzy because I had recently started shaving my head, and the first time I came to work without hair she put a hand on my head and said I reminded her of the poem, “Fuzzy Wuzzy was a bear. Fuzzy Wuzzy had no hair. Fuzzy Wuzzy wasn’t really fuzzy, was he?”
Edna was an easygoing and good natured person who had very poor vision and almost no mobility, but was very pleasant to care for most times of the day.
Except things were very difficult for about an hour every night, because that’s when Edna saw spiders.
The spiders that she saw every night covered her ceiling in a great black moving mass. This was caused partly by the confusion she experienced, and partly because her poor eyesight caused false shapes to appear and move in very dark lighting. It was terrifying for her.
She would scream and holler for someone to get rid of the spiders until one of the CNAs would go into her room and try to loudly convince her there were no spiders. Sometimes she would get so worked up that they would have to turn on the light in her room, which greatly bothered her roommate.
One night, I was working down a different hall in the health center, but I could hear Edna’s shouting from the other side of the facility. The CNA working her hall was occupied with helping another resident use the bathroom, so I went in to Edna’s room and claimed the call.
I knew there was no way I could talk loudly enough for Edna to hear me without waking up half the hall. Plus I didn’t like shouting at residents.
So instead, I took her hand, leaned in very close to her ear, and in the deepest, most reassuring voice I had I said, “Edna, do you know who this is?”
She recognized my voice and immediately stopped shouting. Then she brought a shaking hand down on my head and gave it a little rub.
I’ll never forget the sound of relief in her sigh as she took a deep breath and said, “Oh. Fuzzy Wuzzy.”
I told her she was safe and that things would be alright, and she believed me. I asked her if I could sit with her for a bit and she said yes. She closed here eyes and I held her hand until she fell asleep a few minutes later.
After that, we made a habit of me visiting her room each night I was on shift. I didn’t wait for the screaming to start because I got to know when it normally would. After a couple weeks, Edna no longer saw spiders at night. She never stopped calling me Fuzzy Wuzzy.
And more than a decade later, I’m still blown away by that experience. What an immensely powerful thing it is to be someone’s Fuzzy Wuzzy!
What a difference it makes to listen to someone, get to know them, joke with them, love them, show them respect and learn to laugh with them. And then, when they are going through a crisis, to be there. To say their name and let them hear your voice, to hold their hand, to let them feel your presence.
Even without the power to solve their problem, just to BE THERE. To remind them of brighter times and sunshine and jokes and promises of good days that can return again. To just assure them they’re not alone.
It doesn’t take a lot to be a Fuzzy Wuzzy, but OH, WHAT A DIFFERENCE IT CAN MAKE.
And I will always be grateful for the opportunity I had to learn that lesson from that special and sacred experience.
So, I'm not totally sure the timelines match up, but do you think that Rachel's sisters (especially Sarah who is younger and more naive) could have watched Buffy the Vampire Slayer and decided that Rachel is the Slayer? Goes out at night, all hours, secret boyfriend who only visits her at night, can't tell their single mom, etc.
[First of all: the timelines do actually match up quite well. In #20 there’s a brief mention of David’s dad (of all people) watching Buffy on TV, and although Animorphs started and ended first most of its run overlaps with Buffy. Second, I LOVE this idea so much. Rachel and Buffy are two of the people who were massively influential in teaching me and my friends that it was possible to be girly and tough at the same time. Third… Voila.]
It starts as a way to distract her sisters, on the nights when their mom can’t make it home and their dad is too busy to call—Rachel will put on whichever Buffy episode she’s got saved in the DVR and all three of them will watch it together. However, all three of them fall in love with the show over time, until they’re catching each episode live: Sarah laughs at all the puns and hums along with the theme song while Jordan waxes poetical about how dreamy Spike and Angel are.
Rachel just loves Buffy herself, because there aren’t enough girls on TV that can look that fabulous and kick butt at the same time. It becomes a weekly ritual, one that Rachel sometimes has to miss if Cassie or Jake calls with urgent news, but she’ll put aside anything short of the alien invasion to catch it with her sisters.
Jordan meets Rachel at the door, which is a bad sign because their mom and Sarah are both asleep and Rachel herself went to bed six hours ago. The mission was long, nasty, and exhausting, the way they always are, and Rachel’s too keyed-up from the adrenaline rush to think of a proper excuse for why she’s sneaking in.
She and Jordan stare at each other in silence for a few seconds, Rachel leaning on the door frame, Jordan holding a comic book in both hands as she sits on the end table in the foyer. Jordan becomes the first one to speak. “Sarah and I were talking,” she says. “And I think we figured it out.”
Rachel feels her stomach churn. She’s not as careful with her sisters as her mom. She never has been. “Figured what out?”
“It’s okay.” Jordan clutches her comic book a little more closely, expression solemn. “We won’t tell Mom.”
Rachel crosses her arms. “Won’t tell her what, exactly?”
Jordan thrusts the comic book at Rachel. The cover shows a girl—Buffy Summers, judging by the title—holding a wooden stake in one hand and a sword in the other, her blond hair whirling around her as she thrusts the sword at a spike-covered greyish creature in the corner of the frame.
Rachel takes a step back from the comic, not sure whether to laugh or to cry.
“It explains everything. Where you sneak out to almost every night. Why you’ve got blood under your fingernails half the time when you get home. Why you’ve got a secret boyfriend who only comes out at night—”
“I don’t have a boyfriend,” Rachel says reflexively.
Jordan nods, eyes wide. “Uh-huh. So you definitely weren’t seen by half the school at last week’s dance with a mysterious guy who has blond hair and is never seen around town. You don’t have a boyfriend, even though I’ve heard people talking in your room in the middle of the night. And you always leave your window open, even—especially—when it rains. Almost like you’re waiting for a secret vampire boy—”
Rachel snorts a laugh. “Tobias isn’t a vampire.”
Which has exactly the opposite effect than the one she intended. “Oh my god,” Jordan whispers. “Tobias as in that guy who disappeared last year? Everyone thought he died—” She gasps. “Unless he did die. And now he’s back!”
Much as Rachel wants to laugh and keep laughing until she falls over, she understands that this conversation actually has serious implications. With effort she sobers herself. “Look,” she says at last. “There are things… Things I can’t tell you. You wouldn’t be safe if I did.”
She looks Jordan in the eye. Jordan is taking this conversation seriously—probably more seriously than Rachel herself, for that matter. “I understand,” Jordan says.
“As soon as…” As soon as the war’s over. “As soon as it’s safe. I’ll tell you everything. Right now, there are things I can’t talk to you, or to Mom, about. But someday I will. I promise.” Rachel can’t be more honest than that.
“Okay.” Jordan bites her lip. “I just wanted you to know your secret’s safe with me. And if you ever need help, like, hiding a body…”
Rachel smiles, overwhelmed with fondness. “Thanks.” She yawns. “Now, if it’s all right with you, Dawn…”
Jordan makes a face.
“I’m wiped, so I’m going to bed.” She walks past Jordan and up the stairs to her room.
She turns around. Jordan is standing at the bottom of the stairs, hugging her comic book against her chest with both hands.
“On the show,” she says haltingly. “They say a lot about how slaying’s a dangerous job. About how most slayers don’t live to be twenty.” There’s real fear in her eyes, as she looks up at her sister.
Rachel grins, tossing her hair over her shoulder. “Really, Jordan, you should learn not to believe everything you see on TV. After all, it’s just a show. No vampire’s gonna take me down.”
“You know, my sister thinks you’re William the Bloody.”
«Who’s that, a spokesman for Kotex?»
She doesn’t get much input on the actual headstone; she’s too young for that. She does, however, manage to put in a special request for the plaque on the statue they erect outside of Washington D.C., a proud grizzly bear rearing up to defend the Capitol.
Rachel Daniella Berenson, the plaque reads. She saved the world. A lot.
He can't make you feel this way - Daveed Diggs Smut
Pairing: Daveed Diggs x Reader
Warning: smut and swearing i think
Requests: nope this idea just popped in my head
A/N: sorry if this is really bad i’m writing this in a car to tennessee, also requests are opened and i’m going to be writing a lot so send them ! enjoy :)
It was a typical Saturday mid-morning and the entire cast was rehearsing for tonight’s show. I was one of the dancers thanks to my boyfriend’s role as Lafayette and Thomas Jefferson. We were running Yorktown when Andy rushed us, stopping us in the middle of the choreography. We all stood in place confused and breathing heavily from our intense dance.
“I hate to inform everyone that Jasmine won’t be with us for the rest of tour due an important family crisis.” He said obviously concerned and in stressed.
“What are we going to do?” A dancer spoke up and a few voices spoke up in agreement.
“Glad you asked, well the show must go on so we need a replacement and this is why I stopped you guys because I wanted to ask (Y/N) if she’d be willing to take over as Peggy and Maria since I know you know the music for it.” He explained and my eyes went wide at the sudden offer. I nodded quickly and the rest of my friends began cheering at the sudden change in a more important role. Andy whisked me away and dragged me backstage to talk to me.
“We are going to need you and Lin to practice your scene of ‘say no to this’ and we need to run ‘the Schuyler sisters’ so you know the dance. Are you up for that?” He asked and I agreed excited beyond belief. Andy dismissed the rest of dancers and brought out Phillipa and Renee to teach me the choreography.
It was an hour later when I finally understood all the placements for the character Peggy so I decided to go to my new dressing room and take a break. Once I stepped in I noticed how much bigger it was and I happily took advantage of the couch by throwing myself down on it and letting my muscles relax. It was only a couple minutes of lying down when a knock appeared at my door.
“Yes?” I called out not bothering to look up to see who had just entered the room.
“I got you some lunch.” A voice called which I quickly recognized as Daveed making me look over with raised eyebrows. A smile grew across my face as he strolled over with a brown paper bag in one hand and plastic to go cup of my fav drink. I sat up to let Daveed sit down next to me and I swung my legs over him as he pulled out a sandwich and handed it over to me.
“You’re the best.” I grinned at him as I took a large bite out of the food. “I feel like actual death from learning all this stuff.” I groaned only earning a chuckle from Daveed.
“Are you done for today?” Daveed asked as he ate his own food.
“I wish, but I have to learn Maria’s song with Lin still and I have learned that pretty quickly for tonight.” I sighed in complete exhaustion and stress.
“Don’t worry baby, you’ll get it and you’re going to do great tonight and for the rest of the shows.” Daveed smiled sincerely as he rubbed my leg and I replied by pressing my lips to his in a sweet kiss. We both finished eating and I quickly returned to the stage where Andy was standing talking to Lin.
“Ah, there you are! I was about to come find you.” Andy exclaimed as I walked up to him. “I’m going to let you and Lin run this, basically when the ensemble sings ‘no to this’ you guys will need to have a short make out session and then when Lin comes to yell at you, you need to kneel down as if pleading to him and then you’ll have the chair scene. Basically, the choreography isn’t super strict and you guys can have fun with it.” He explained and I nodded relieved that it was only certain things to remember. Andy walked off and I turned to Lin.
“Can we save the kissing for tonight? Sorry but I’m very tired and I would just like to figure out the important dances.” I asked and Lin agreed with a grin. We ran through everything pretty quickly and it only a few run throughs before I felt confident in it. Afterward, there was still a couple hour before we had to get into costume so I decided it would be best if I took a nap in the dressing room.
I woke up to the annoying ring of my alarm and I rolled off the couch and sat up rubbing my eyes. There was a knock at the door and was soon opened by Marie who was going to be doing my hair, makeup, and costume. “Are you excited?” Marie asked as she started on a large amount of stage makeup.
“Yes, but also fairly nervous.” I shrugged and Marie nodded agreeing. The rest of the process to get ready was a comfortable silence for the most part until I was completely decked out in extravagant clothing and makeup and large hair. I quickly thanked Marie before leaving the dressing room and heading backstage to join everyone else. Daveed wrapped his arm around my waist and planted a kiss on my cheek.
“Good luck tonight baby, you’re going to do great.” Daveed smiled down to me and Andy called for us to all take our places.
I had just finish Yorktown and I hurriedly rushed off the stage to change my costume as Jefferson. I pulled the hair tie from the bun and let my curls stick out and I changed from my blue coat into a red and much more expensive looking jacket. I headed back and first spotted (Y/N) standing on the side of the stage in changed outfit as well. I placed my hand on the small of her back letting her know I was there. She turned around smiling and the joy in her eyes made my heart leap with happiness.
“How are you feeling?” I whispered in her ear. I smirked watching her lightly squirm at my touch.
“I’m giving 110%, I’m just hoping everyone is enjoying the show.” She said with furrowed brows and she looked out to see part of the crowd. Her caring personality is still one of my favorite things about her.
“Good luck, you’re up next.” (Y/N) winked at me as she adjusted my jacket and placed a light kiss on my lips as the final notes of Non-Stop played and I rushed out as ‘Burr’ announced me by singing “You simply must me Thomas, Thomas!”
What’d I miss, Cabinet Battle #1, and Take a Break went by quickly as my nerves began to get to me as my large scene came sooner than I expected.
“There’s nothing like summer in the city.” Burr sang out. Lin sat down at the desk pretending to write.
“I hadn’t slept in a week I was weak…” He started and I adjusted my dress one last time before walking out into the light.
“I know you are a man of honor…” I sang out to him as he walked over to me.
“So I offered her a loan, I offered to walk her home. She said:”
“You’re too kind, sir.” I sang out completing his sentence.
“I gave her thirty bucks that I had socked away, she lived a block away. She said:”
“This one’s mine, sir.” I gestured to a non-existent house and we walked in that direction.
“Then I said Well, I should head back home, she turned red, she led me to her bed, let her legs spread and said.”
“That’s when I began to pray, Lord show me how to say no to this…” Lin called out while I sang out some backup vocals to the song, my heart was racing as I looked at the front row and saw how invested people were in the music.
“Then her mouth is on mine and I don’t say…”
“No! No!” The ensemble sang out as Lin turned to me and placed his lips to mine, creating a deep and lustful kiss for everyone to watch. I placed one hand on his bicep while my other hand rested on his chest, his hands ran up and down my back and we pulled away once the ensemble quieted down. Lin wide-eyed began to sing once again.
“I wish I could ay that was the last time, I said that last time. It became a pastime…”
My blood boiled watching Lin’s hands roamed around (Y/N)’s body. I clenched my teeth as my mind wandered to Lin doing more things to her.
“I hid the letter and I raced to her place, screamed how could you in her face, she said,”
“No, sir!” (Y/N) cried out on her knees pleading to him.
“Half dressed, apologetic, a mess…” Lin sang out again. They continued to sing out a few more verses until Lin sat down on the chair placed in the center of the stage and (Y/N) sat on his lap, leaning back into him as Lin’s hands went to rubbing one of her thighs and the other ghosting over her breasts. His nose was pressed up to her neck as the both of them sang and much to my relief the song finished and (Y/N) rushed off stage. Another song started up and I looked over to (Y/N) to see her breathing heavily.
“Did it look good?” She asked and I nodded, changing my view to the stage, quickly heading out when it was my signal.
I furrowed my brows in confusion as Daveed went on stage without saying a single word.
The show finally finished and we all went out to give our final bows and met a few fans before we could finally go back to our rooms.
“Hey, Daveed, (Y/N) the whole cast is going out to dinner tonight! Care to join?” Lin asked and I happily accepted.
“Sure, we might be a little late though,” Daveed said and I looked up at him confused. Lin nodded and walked off. Daveed grabbed my hand and took me to his dressing room, locking it before looking at me, his look full of hunger. He quickly pulled me into a deep and rough kiss. Daveed roughly grabbed my thighs and pulled me up making me wrap my legs around his waist as he pushed me down onto the couch in his room.
“Daveed,” I moaned out softly as he began to kiss down my neck. I yelped as he let his teeth sink into my flesh, creating multiple marks down my neck. I pushed the jacket off his shoulders while Daveed unzipped the large dress. We both quickly undressed until we were stripped down to our underwear. Daveed attacked me again kissing down my stomach till he reaches my legs. He nipped at the inside of my thighs causing me to whimper out. Suddenly Daveed pushed two fingers into me making me yelp and arch my back, trying to get more friction. He curled his fingers and repeatedly thrust them as far as they could allow.
“Daveed please, I need you.” I whined out and I could see him smirk at my words. Instead of replying he removed his fingers and filled me with his length making me moan from the satisfaction and the slight pain from the sudden action. Daveed wasted no time to being moving, easily finding my g-spot and making me groan in pleasure with each movement. Daveed placed his head in the crook of my neck, nipping and then soothing the bitten area by rubbing his tongue over the new bruise forming. I held a tight grip onto his hair while my other hand clawed down his back.
“I-I’m close,” I chocked out through moans as Daveed kept roughly thrusting in me and Daveed smiled in satisfaction.
“Let it go baby girl,” Daveed whispered in my ear and the feeling of his hot breath down my neck sent me over the edge as I moaned out loudly and came crashing down like a tsunami while Daveed kept going, his thrusts growing sloppy as I rode out my high he came down as well. Once we both finished he removed himself from me and collapsed on top of me and I ran a hand through his now sweaty hair gently.
“I bet Lin can’t make you feel like that,” Daveed chuckled as he pressed a kiss onto my forehead.
“Is this what this whole thing was about?” I asked concerned as I slid one of Daveeds shirts on in this room.
“I guess I got a little jealous when I saw you and him during Say no to this.” He admitted defeated as he sat up and began to put on a hoodie as well as some shorts.
“Babe, don’t ever worry about that. You are the only one I love like that, and you are definitely the only one who can make me feel like that.” I told him and his eyes lit up at my response.
“I love you too.” He said quietly as he kissed me again.
It’s a horrible feeling, knowing his boyfriend isn’t with his family as he walks across the stage, but Castiel understands why, to a degree. Dean works the graduation ceremonies. He kinda needs to do that if Castiel wants to graduate at all, but still…
Which leads to now, Castiel waiting with his fellow Arts and Humanities college graduates as the timer counts down to zero, at which point they will all walk out into the arena and sit down for about two and a half hours of speakers until they walk across the stage, have their name called, hear applause as they walk across, take the stage helper’s hand on the stairs to avoid falling, and walk back down to their seats as college graduates. It was routine at this point to Cas, he himself having been to enough of the rehearsals whenever Dean was working them to know what comes after what. He had thought he’d feel a little different when the graduation would be his own, maybe with his best friend cheering him on and congratulating him with a kiss at the end, but instead Dean will be somewhere else making sure the entire graduation runs smoothly as a Marshall or helping the vice presidents run errands or something else that he’s done before.
Could I please request a hot smutty one where betty and jughead have a deal where they can't touch each other for like 48 hours, but they are both teasing each other in that time and one of them breaks (you can decide who) followed by lots of smut. I feel slightly embarrassed to request this 😂
love, love, love this one! Again sorry for the wait, i want to do all your ideas justice so sometimes it takes a while to churn them out! Anyway I hope you enjoy this love and thankyou for your support and encouragement on my work! I love you x
YOU CAN LOOK BUT YOU CAN’T TOUCH:
It was hot. More than
hot actually, in fact Jughead was almost positive this summer was more akin to
hell on earth.
It was early July and the heat had already exceeded
Riverdale records, making it clear they were on track for a sweltering,
unbearable few months.
And for the teenager whose wardrobe mostly consisted of
layers, flannels, denim, and leather and of course the renowned beanie the heat
wasn’t exactly a cause for celebration.
Jughead groaned, head hitting the back of the vibrant
leather booth he was sprawled across. The curser on his laptop screen blinked
at him obnoxiously- a reminder of the words that would not come.
The agitated boy glanced around the crowed diner, finding
even more cause for frustration. It seemed as though half of Riverdale’s
population had decided to seek refuge in the Chok’lit Shoppe, making it a
little harder for Jughead to enjoy the air conditioned space he felt even more
at home in than his foster house.
Just as he was spiralling into another brooding monologue
about the woes of wanting to get a refill but dreading losing his booth, the
bells at the entrance chimed, signalling the arrival of another patron.
It wasn’t just any patron though; it was the one bright spot
in this god awful summer. It was the one thing that was making all his
suffering, completely and utterly worth it.
And that was Betty Cooper, clad in a tiny sundress that
showed off her gorgeous, long, tan legs.
Her eyes scanned
briefly around the crowded space before landing on Jughead; lighting up when
they met his and skipping happily over to his booth.
“Hey you,” he greeted, unable to keep the smile off his face
in her presence.
“Hi,” Betty returned sliding in beside him before placing
her lips over his.
Jughead relaxed into the kiss, savouring the taste of her
lips which were much more refreshing than any cold beverage could have been.
As she pulled away Jughead couldn’t help but notice the dewy
glint on her skin, the heat obviously affecting her too. He licked his lips, unable to resist the
enticing sheen and wanting nothing more than the trace the column of her neck
with his tongue.
Overview: You’ve lived with the Winchesters for years as a fellow hunter, and everyone has always stayed well in the friend zone. What happens when nightmares come haunting and Dean offers to help? Will things change, or is it all in your head?
Characters: Dean, Reader, with special guest appearance by Sam
Word Count: 2,524
Warnings: Nightmares, crap motel blankets, cold feet, language, and FLUFF
A/N: I thought the first part of this was just gonna be a drabble. Then it turned into a oneshot. Now it’s turned into a mini series. Oops. Blessings bestowed up on @wheresthekillswitch and @hannahindie for fixing my letter errors and giving me all the encouragement. And Lee is the whole reason this second part even exists, so thanks to her for demanding more.
Cold. I noticed it in my toes first, a sharp sensation that had my feet stretching down in desperate search of my quilt. Chill bumps prickled my legs and quickly traveled up my spine and down my arms. An involuntary shudder briefly shook my shoulders. Where are my damn covers?
A sensation of blissful warmth tickled my memory, and in one quick flash it all came back to me. My eyes snapped open, my chills long forgotten as I blinked and waited for my pupils to dilate. The cold had already answered my inquiry, but my adjusted eyes confirmed it; Dean was gone.
Okay but going to a wedding with harry in a tropical place and my god he gets drunk and talks about how he can't wait to marry you and I really should stop talking before I hate myself
And maybe the reception is being held at a venue that’s on the beach, but it’s obviously not right on the water. It’s been a few hours into the reception, because the couple decided to make it into an actual party, not a formal event that ends in two hours, and the two of you have somehow wandered off away from said party towards the water. You’ve had a couple of drinks, but Harry’s definitely had more, and you know he won’t touch alcohol for weeks after tonight, but god he’s cute when he’s drunk, isn’t he? You’ve had an arm around him to steady him while you walk along the water, and he’s clinging to you. All you’ve got to light your way is the moon, but it’s big and bright in the sky. You can still hear the music coming from the reception, but it fades out the longer you walk, and soon enough all that you can hear are waves crashing just a few inches away from your feet and Harry humming.
He’s got his suit pants rolled up a bit, so that they’re not dragging through the water, and you try not to think about how expensive that goddamn suit was when he sits down in the wet sand just beyond the shore and grins up at you. He makes grabby hands at you, and you want to tell him no, because you are very much aware of how expensive the dress you’re wearing is, but you give in before you really ever talk yourself out of it when he spreads his legs to make room for you to sit between them. Which you do, and he wraps his arms around you immediately, and you rest back against his chest. “’M gonna’ marry you. One day,” he says after a long moment of just listening to each other breathe, breaking your comfortable silence for the first time in fifteen minutes probably. You laugh, though, and shake your head. “You’re drunk,” you tell him, and he attacks your neck with kisses. “’M not,” he argues, and you glance back at him, a fond expression on your face. “Tell me what kind of wedding we’re gonna’ have, then,” you murmur, and he pulls his bottom lip between his fingers like he does when he’s thinking about something he really cares about. It makes your heart beat a little bit quicker in your chest.
“Tha’ mean you’d say ‘yes?’“ He questions, and it’s not what you were expecting him to say, and you feel the blush creep onto your cheeks as your hands move to hold his over your tummy. He’s drunk and probably won’t remember come morning, anyway, so you decide to at least be truthful, even if he’s joking. “Of course,” you nearly whisper, and you feel him full on smiling against your neck. “Dunno’ if we’d have a tropical wedding, like this one,” he starts, and you raise your eyebrows. “You love the ocean, though,” you point out, and he nods, shrugging. “Yeah, but – I dunno’. Doesn’t seem very us, does it? I don’ think we’d get married on a beach,” he reasons, and you nod like you understand exactly what he means, and you kind of think you do. You almost always vacation wherever there’s a beach, but for whatever reason, you don’t see that being the place you’d get married, either.
“Think I’d wanna’ get married in Holmes Chapel,” you tell him, and he’s the one who raises an eyebrow this time. “Why’s that?” He questions and you grin before you situate yourself so that you’ve turned around to face him, basically sitting on his lap with your dress pushed up around your thighs so that you could wrap your legs around his waist. He’s smiling up at you. It gives you butterflies. “Like how happy you are when you’re there,” you murmur, and he smiles wider. “Would want it t’be intimate and kinda’ traditional, I think. Nothin’ exotic. ‘S about us, yeah?” You nearly whisper and he rubs along your hips. “‘M gonna’ marry you,” he says again, but this time his words are a bit firmer, and you just shake your head. “I mean it – even ‘f I am drunk,” he giggles, and you’re laughing, too, leaning forward to press a kiss to his lips. “One day,” he adds, and you shush him, kissing him again. You don’t know if he’s too drunk to remember this come morning, but you think it’s something you’ll remind him of if your wedding day ever does come.
VOMIT WARNING (I know some people don’t like that, so just a warning)
Because I’m spiraling into a Voltron writing obsession, here’s another college AU, based loosely on my own experiences ayyyyyy *finger guns*
(Also you should definitely send me some prompts because I want to write more Voltron but don’t know what else to write)
“So I was thinking we could-” Keith started, but was once again, for what must have been the hundredth time today, cut off by Lance.
“-Hey, have you guys seen that video?”
Keith and Hunk groaned in frustration.
Shiro sighed. “You did it again, Lance.”
Keith let out an exasperated sigh. “Lance! You can’t keep-Lance! I’m talking to you. Will you pay attention for like, FIVE minutes? Or even TWO?”
Lance snapped his attention back to Keith. “Hmm?”
Keith clenched his jaw, frustration bubbling in his chest. Lance was completely unable to focus. On ANYTHING. He had been distracted and disruptive all day, bouncing off the walls and going off on tangents that were completely unrelated to what anybody was talking about.
Keith was exhausted just trying to keep up with him. Even Shiro, ever patient Shiro, was growing frustrated with him.
“What’s WITH you today?”
“I…uh…too much coffee, I guess.” Lance said, glancing around uncomfortably before hopping out of his seat and grabbing all his stuff.
“Lance, what’s going o-”
“-I have to go do homework!”
Keith, Shiro and Hunk watched as Lance hurried off.
“What…was that?” Hunk asked. “I mean he’s always been…crazy but not like THIS.”
“Uh…coffee, apparently.” Shiro frowned.
Lance burst into his room, his heart pounding in his chest. He was just annoying everyone, but he couldn’t help it. He tried, he tried SO hard, but he was completely and totally unable to focus.
He had completely forgotten to take his medication this morning, and he didn’t realize it until nearly five PM, and by that time it was too late. If he took it now, he wouldn’t sleep that night, and he needed to sleep.
He knew it was a lost cause, but he was going to try and get some studying done.
Instead of studying, he found himself spinning in his desk chair, staring up at the ceiling to count the tiles.
While he was spinning, some Velcro from one of his projects caught his eye, and before he knew it, he was taping half of it to the wall, and half to his hands.
Keith walked in right as he was about to launch himself off the bed and onto the wall.
“Yes, roomie?” Lance asked, bouncing up and down on the bed lightly.
“What the hell are you doing? Get down!”
“I wanted to be SpiderMan.”
“You wanted to be spider-get down!” He cried, throwing his hands in the air. “I thought you were studying.”
“I was going to…but then I got sidetracked.” He said, slowly coming to a standstill.
“Okay, this,” Keith said, gesturing from the wall to Lance, “is NOT a good idea. Seriously.”
Lance sighed. “Yeah I guess you’re right - hey have you seen that video?”
Keith pinched the bridge of his nose. “I don’t…you need to be a bit more specific. What video are you talking about?”
“The…uh…guy who ate weed brownies and thought he was dead. Ooh! There’s this really good show on Netflix. The Flash, have you heard of it?Season one isn’t great, but it gets better. Have you watched it?”
Keith blinked. “No, I haven’t. Lance, are you alright?”
“You’re all over the place, man.”
Lance’s face hardened, and he got off the bed and went to sit at his desk. “I told you. I had too much coffee.”
Keith sat on his bed, facing Lance.
He watched as Lance struggled to calm himself enough to focus.
He watched as Lance tapped his pencil on the desk incessantly and rolled back and forth in his chair while he stared at his laptop. He must have gotten up fifteen times to go walk to their mini fridge and walk back to his seat.
Then, Lance straightened in his chair and pressed a hand to his stomach. A grimace crossed his face and he stood up.
“Lance? Are you okay?”
“Stomachache.” He bit out, gritting his teeth as he climbed into bed.
Keith frowned. “Are you going to be sick?”
“I don’t…maybe.” He groaned.
“What happened? You were fine literally a minute ago.”
“I’m fine. Leave me alone.” He groaned, curling into himself as tightly as possible.
“-I’m FINE. This happens a lot. Leave me alone.”
“What do you mean?” He demanded. “Do you need to see a doctor?”
Lance let out a heavy sigh. “I have…nnngh…I have ADHD.”
“That…what does that have to do with your stomach?”
“I forgot to take my meds. This is a side effect.”
“Oh shit.” Keith said, his eyebrows shooting up. “Do you need anything?”
“I just need to…r-ride it out.” He groaned, gripping the blankets and writhing in pain. Sharp, stabbing, cramping pains were shooting across his abdomen in waves.
“Are you sure?”
Lance just groaned in pain, pressing his face into the pillow.
“Okay, I’m calling Shiro.”
“-it’s not up for discussion, Lance.” He said firmly.
Lance whimpered in pain, squeezing his eyes shut.
Keith dialed Shiro’s number, keeping his eyes on Lance.
“Shiro, we need you over here.”
“What’s the matter?”
“What happened with Lance?”
“He has a really bad stomachache…he’s writhing in pain in bed and I don’t know what to do.”
“Does he have a fever?”
“I don’t-Lance, do you have a fever?”
“No, idiot. I don’t have a fever.” Lance spat. “I’m not SICK, you don’t need to call Sh-Shiro…I’m f-ngggh.”
Keith rolled his eyes. “He doesn’t have a fever.”
“Give him something for the pain, I’ll be there soon.”
A wave of nausea rolled over him, and he got out of bed and made a b-line for the bathroom.
Lance slammed the door shut, and leaned over the toilet to empty his stomach. When he emerged from the bathroom, pale and shaky, Shiro was there.
“Are you alright?” He asked, pressing his hand to Lance’s cheek.
Lance batted his hand away. “I’m fine.”
Throwing up almost always brought relief when this happened. He felt mostly better, his stomach still hurt but it was nowhere as bad as before.
“You’re not fine.” Shiro said, shaking his head. Lance groaned, thoroughly irritated at all the attention he was getting.
Keith pursed his lips. “He says it’s a side effect from not taking his medication.”
Shiro frowned. “What? What medication?”
Lance clenched his jaw. “I have ADHD. I forgot to take my medication and that’s why I was so unbearable today.”
“Lance, you weren’t-”
“I annoyed you…I know I was. I knew when I kept cutting you off. I know how annoying I get when I don’t take them…I tried really hard to stop…to be normal, but I couldn’t. I’m sorry.” Lance said, his eyes filling with tears.
“Look,” Shiro started. “I’ll admit…I was getting frustrated.”
“Me too, but dude, it wasn’t just that you were annoying. We knew something was up, you’re not usually this…uh…”
“All over the place.” Shiro supplied.
“Yeah, that. You’re not usually all over the place like this.”
Title: Opening Up Character: Matt Murdock A/n: I actually really like the whole aspect of Matt being able to hear other people’s heartbeats and knowing shit about them from it, so I spent a good couple hours listening to multiple types of heartbeat videos in certain circumstances for future reference, so expect a lot of it.
Matt was making his usual route to the firm, moving his walking cane to and fro as he maneuvered his way through the busy street. It was always loud whenever he was surrounded by a sea of people all of whom he could hear the conversations of.
Matt knew all the surrounding areas of the firm, and just as he was in front of the doors to your bakery, he could hear your soft voice humming inside, causing a smile to break out on his face. He was a fan of music, but he could never tell what songs you’d play to yourself.
But, he did know that your shop was never open this early. Foggy told him in conversation once that you worked all through the week, despite having several workers to take up work.
Matt walked up to the door, his hand searching for the doorknob. As we walked inside he heard the little jingle of a bell from above the door. Instantly, the strong smell of sugar and cinnamon filled his noise. And he could hear the whirring of a mixing machine from somewhere in the back.
“Sorry! We’re not opened yet!” He could hear your voice, but it was far away. You were probably in the kitchen out back.
“Not even for a friend?” Matt asked, leaning into his cane.
There was a small crash.
“Oh, Matthew!” Your voice was closer now, he could hear your footsteps walking up to him and your hands brushing against what he assumed was an apron. “What are you doing here?”
“I was just on my way to work, thought I’d stop by and say hello,” Matt zoned in on your heartbeat, it was the same happy rhythm as always. “Just a word of advice though, you might wanna lock the door from now on.”
He heard you laugh, and he noticed that you felt a little embarrassed by your mess up. “Oh yeah, I always forget to lock it again once I’m inside.”
After a bit more chitchat you linked an arm with Matt and lead him into one of the kitchens, letting him know you had made more stuff for him, Foggy and Karen.
“I wish you’d let me pay you back for the food you make us, I think we’re all becoming spoiled.” Matt told you, holding a paper bag filled with sweets.
“Don’t worry about it, I like trying new recipes on you all. Besides, I make them on my own time so I wouldn’t accept your money.” Matt knew you had started working again, he could hear you cracking eggs against a metal bowl.
“If you’re busy I can always come back later?”
“Nah, I don’t mind the company. Everyone else comes in around 9, so I have the place to myself till then. You can head out whenever you want.”
You continued to bake, talking with Matt and letting him try various things, all of which were met with great approval until he said he should probably get going.
“One favor before you go though, one of my hairpins is falling out and I’d fix it on my own but my hands are kind of covered in honey.”
Matt smiled and walked towards you. “Those two things don’t really mix, do they?”
You laughed and turned around. “No, I’m afraid they don’t. It’s the only pin on the left side.”
He leaned his cane against the table and felt for your hair, his hands lightly brushing through the strands till he found the hard material of a pin.
Your hair was incredibly soft, it felt similar to the smooth material of the silk sheets he preferred, he could tell you took good care of it.
There it was again.
He could feel your heart rate picking up and the noise distracted him from his little task.
“Got it.” Matt said softly once he got his attention back, he took his hands out of your hair, albeit a little reluctantly and placed the pin on the table for you to grab when your hands were free.
“Thank you, now I won’t keep you any longer,” You teased, giving him back his cane and walking him to the front door and held it open for him. “I’ll see you later.”
Matt hesitated for a moment. “Would you like to go grab some coffee with me later? Whatever time suits you best, of course.”
Your heart rate went up again, and Matt had to restrain his smile as he sensed you grow flustered.
“O-Oh? I can just always make you some here if you’d like.”
Matt shook his head. “No, I’d much prefer to take you somewhere that you don’t have to do all the work for once.”
You smiled. “Okay uh, I get off around 8:30.”
“Until then.” Matt finally left your shop, listening to your heartbeat the rest of the way to the firm, twirling his cane a few times as he pictured the look on Foggy’s face once he told him who had a date with you.
Can you do the panthom thieves first kiss with their s/o? thanks i love your stories they're really cute and well written
This request is really cute and well written, I live for this stuff. *_* Thank you so much for liking my stories, and I hope you like what I’ve come up with!
Akira will lock eyes with S/O, his onyx eyes glistening with longing and anticipation.
The he’ll lean closer to them, his tepid breath only fueling the scarlet incandescence of S/O’s face.
His smooth fingertips gently caress their cheek to brush their hair behind their ear, and his lips ghost over the cartilage as he whispers with a sultry cadence, “Strictly Hard Bean is a grade given to coffee grown at a high altitude of 4,500 feet above sea level.”
lookin dead joker
Needless to say, Akira would tease them a few times until he becomes impatient.
He definitely initiates the kiss, but only at a time where S/O least expects it.
They were probably doing the most mundane thing in the world like writing in their journal or brushing their when he called their name.
When S/O turned toward the direction of his voice, his lips were there to greet them.
S/O bashfully shifts their gaze away from him. “Took you long enough…”
“Haha, sorry,” Akira chuckled as he twiddled a lock of raven hair between his fingers, a peachy haze permeating the apples of his cheeks. he’s playful but shy
He’ll claim that he simply wanted to be spontaneous, but he actually kissed S/O because he adored how peaceful and content they seemed.
Ryuji would probably initiate because he tends to be impulsive, but he’s moderately nervous about it since he doesn’t want to screw it up.
He knows dwelling on it is only going to exacerbate his hesitation, so he assimilates all of his courage while he’s on a date with S/O.
Every time he’s about to try, he stops himself and blushes just from thinking about it. idek how s/o hasn’t kissed him at this point
As a result, Ryuji basically shuts his brain off to allow his instinct to take over. team instinct
The first sentence he says is, “Look at the size of that effin’ bird!”
Of course, S/O glances around the area in confusion because the two of them are indoors.
Ryuji kisses them as soon as they turn around to question him, and his eyelids are squeezed so tightly that he nearly faints when he opens them again. although he was feeling faint to begin with
S/O’s eyes are widened and they’re delicately touching their lips with their fingertips, a rosy dust on their cheeks.
Ryuji thinks they look so adorable and his mind switch is still of when he blurts, “I think I’m in love.”
He’ll mentally facepalm himself into the perpetual ether and stutter, “I-I mean, uh… thank you? N-no, wait-”
S/O sweetly kisses him, and most of his embarrassment melts away.
That is, until they smugly reply, “You’re welcome.”
This instance is a toss-up; Ann is typically straightforward, but whenever she’s around S/O, she’ll timidly fidget with her pigtails with butterflies fluttering about in her stomach.
However, when she feels she’s ready, she’ll wait for the opportune moment.
Apparently that moment was when S/O was relentlessly teasing Ann about doing nothing except for laying on the bed while playing games and eating sweets. literally me
“Are all those sweets making you stick to the bed?” S/O jested, sitting on the floor adjacent to the bed since wrappers accommodated the space surrounding Ann.
“Babe… it’s too hot outside,” she complained, a lollipop situated in her mouth.
“You haven’t even been outside to know that.”
“I totally have! You were there, remember?”
S/O squinted their eyes. “…You only got your mail.”
Ann glimpsed up at them from her portable console and winked. “But I still went outside!” can i marry you
“That’s it, I’m going to carry you,” S/O proclaimed, promptly standing up and attempting to clutch Ann’s shoulders.
Ann cast aside her console and grasped their wrists as she declared, “I won’t let you!”
S/O eventually gave up since the two of them erupted into a fit of giggles, and once the laughter had dissipated, Ann peered at S/O from under her eyelashes, her cyan scrutiny alternating between their eyes and their lips.
The couple is thinking the same thing, and both pairs of lips press together simultaneously.
Consequently, the two spend the rest of the day peeling wrappers off of each other. they keep flinging them at each other smh what children
jk i want this
Yusuke has absolutely no qualms, he just plants one on S/O when he feels like it. he’s clueless but he knows what he wants
However, he’ll more than likely ask for permission first since he’s a gentleman.
While painting in his dorm, Yusuke catches S/O staring at him with their chin propped up by their hand, a contented expression of admiration blanketing their face.
They immediately get flustered as they pivot their head away from his shrewd gape, and they’re so endearing that he simply can’t help himself.
Yusuke glides over to the table S/O is seated at and crouches down to tenderly grasp their chin, coaxing them to meet his steely orbs.
He’ll stroke their cheek with his thumb and quietly implore with a low inflection, “May I?”
S/O is too starstruck to speak, so they respond by affirmatively nodding to him.
Yusuke’s kiss is so slow, fragile, and barely-there; yet the passion and emotion was exceedingly conspicuous, even without physical contact.
He’s immediately inspired, and he kisses them once more to express his gratitude.
Although, Yusuke can’t seem to stop peppering S/O with kisses, which elicits a flurry of mirthful giggles from them. he loves kisses now
Makoto finds it easy to converse with S/O but when romance is involved, she’ll become very bashful. so cute omg
She’s more inclined to take the lead since she views the situation from a tactical standpoint, pondering over what methods she should utilize, the proper romantic setting, etc. makoto it’s a kiss not battleship
Moreover, Makoto simply feels more comfortable and in control with a plan of action, so she invites S/O over to her house for dinner, eager to finally kiss them.
S/O arrives early to assist Makoto with the preparations, and she nearly abandoned the plan in favor of kissing them on the spot.
Alas, she manifested some self-control and proceeded cooking with them, chatting about recent events or snickering as they exchanged inside jokes.
Makoto almost burned the food because she was having so much fun, and the couple shortly seated themselves at the table to commence the meal.
However, prior to being seated, Makoto noticed a small dollop of dressing on S/O’s lips from their previous taste-testing, and she finally succumbed to her impulse.
“C-can I… um…”
She hurriedly pressed her lips against theirs; however she lingered for a moment before departing, the sweetness of the kiss somehow offsetting the savory sauce.
Dazed, Makoto blinked a few times before processing her impromptu action, and she flushed a shade that was approximate to the ruby irises that now glistened with embarrassment.
“I am so sorry…! That was very rash of me. Th-the um, sauce turned out well, though.” i’m in love
S/O smiled fondly at her. “Yeah, it did.”
Futaba received her first kiss, and she was caught completely off guard.
She was perfectly content with occasional cuddling and hugging, but she wanted to attempt kissing at least once.
However, due to her social ineptitude, Futaba can’t seem to recognize S/O’s hints and cues. s/o doesn’t mind tho
One day, her and S/O were perched on her bed, playing multiple rounds of goldfish. Naturally, Futaba won almost every single time.
“Hehe, another victory for me.”
S/O sighed in defeat. “How are you so good at this?”
Futaba shrugged. “Talent?” she offered as she smugly adjusted her glasses. “You know, Sojiro was the one that taught me how to play goldfish. We used to play all the time, and he’d win every single match. I remember being so mad that I didn’t speak to him for the rest of the day.”
S/O smiled as they shuffled the cards. “I can only imagine how Sojiro reacted.”
“He kept apologizing while I stormed off to my room, and when I opened the door after a few hours, there were two plates of curry with a can of pop. Oh, let me deal!”
S/O relinquished the deck to Futaba and watched intently as she dealt. “That was nice of him.”
“Yeah, he’s pretty cool for an old man. Anyway, let’s get this round kickin’!”
It was during this round that S/O had finally caught Futaba in the act of cheating as she craned her neck to uncover their hand.
Swiftly, S/O swooped up to plant a kiss on her lips, and Futaba’s face was as red as her hair when they abruptly parted from her.
In turn, S/O became embarrassed and shyly rubbed the nape of their neck. “S-sorry.”
“No, I… it was nice.” Futaba smiled and kissed their cheek. s/o has stopped working
Haru is usually hyper-aware of her demeanor and behavior due to her upbringing.
However, she’s the one to initiate because S/O’s presence is quite cathartic and liberating to Haru, thus enabling her to be more spontaneous.
All it took was a thoughtful gesture from S/O.
Haru invited them to her house for tea one Sunday at noon, but she became slightly disheartened since they were running rather late.
She dejectedly shrugged it off, assuming that they forgot. no one could forget you stop that
Despite that, Haru dashed to the door as soon as the sound of the doorbell echoed throughout her house, her mauve eyes twinkling with hope.
When she opened the door, she was struck speechless; S/O was guiltily standing there with a beautiful assortment of flowers nestled in their hands.
“I am so so sorry that I’m late, the flower shop had a problem with my order so I had to wait a little bit but I know that’s no excuse-”
S/O’s rapid rambling was interrupted by Haru’s lips colliding with their own, and although the impact was sudden, the kiss remained soft and affectionate. the kiss of life
Haru slowly retracted from them, wearing an apologetic smile and a blush as pink as her sweater. “I-I’m sorry for the sudden, um… thank you for the flowers, that was very kind of you. Please, come in, and… S/O?”
Meanwhile, S/O felt their grip on consciousness weaken considerably from being kissed by an angel.
Shiro groans, forehead crinkling in displeasure as he scrunches his eyes closed. He reaches his left hand up to grip his forehead, fingertips digging into his temples, and Lance breathes a sigh of relief. Movement is good. Movement is great after that blast. He settles back on his haunches, hand still resting on Shiro’s shoulder. There are lacerations cutting through Shiro’s undersuit, but they all look pretty minor. He can’t see any other injuries.
“Lance, how is he?” Keith demands over the comms.
“Conscious,” Lance says - because if he starts with ‘not sure,’ there’s a ninety-nine percent chance Keith will drop everything to get to them. “He’s moving. I’ll keep you updated.”
“Get him to Blue. We’ll hold these guys off,” Keith replies.