31. Extra - Prompts revamp:
Thank you all that suggested prompts!
So… What’s new?
Discussions every Tuesday! So, we have special days to talk about our OTP! On these days you can post both on the prompt, and the discussion!
Also, we have a revamp on three old themes suggested again this year!
remember that these are suggestions, and if you don’t find any of these
appealing, you can (and should) create your own prompts. You don’t have to
follow the posting schedule. Remember, the important here is to have fun and
celebrate Sasuke and Hinata relationship!
Seriously I love talking to you guys and I love knowing that you are all doing well, and sometimes we all just need someone to talk to. So I want every single one of you to know that I am here if you want to talk <3
a/n: wow, am i still doing these? i know right, took a break from writing fics to make this drabble, i’m not procastinating you are, anyways have some fluffy klance (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧
The light breeze sneaking through the cracked open windows broke his dark naked skin into gooosebumps as the mixed sound of busy streets and numb conversations coming from downstairs lulled him to sleep, the weight of today already weighting on his lids and sowly closing his eyes shut.
It was a peaceful summer night and Lance wouldn’t have it any other way.
Suddenly, a snort broke into the silence.
“God, I can’t believe you still have those.” Keith whispered almost to himself in the dark, smiling drunkly from where he was laying star fish like on the dusty mattress on the floor right next to the younger boy’s bed.
“What you talking about?” Lance murmured sleeply around a jawn,
prompting himself up into his elbows and following the trace of his best friend’s sight, warmth bubbling up his chest and lips quirking up when he understood what he was looking at.
Scattered messily across the ceiling, some shinning brighter than others, were glow in the dark stars.
Years ago when his parents started to fight, Lance would grab a flashlight and climb his way out of his room and into his halfway finished tree house, the night sky peeking through the roof apparently being the only thing that could distract his little mind enough of what was actually happening to let him sleep.
It was a temporary fix of course, since his mom went ballistic the second she found out the shenanigans his nine year old son was up to at unholy hours of the night.
Everything changed the day Keith appeared on his front door knocking wildly with the biggest smile he has ever seen on the other boy since his older brother let him ride in the back of his bike.
Lance really didn’t understood what all the fuzz was about, Keith not waisting time on grab him by the wrist and practically drag him all the way up to his room, slamming the door shut and shaking a plastic bag on his face, which ony made the younger boy ten times more confused if possible.
It took little to not time to Lance to understand his best friend was holding glow in the dark stars.
Before he had the chance to ask why, Keith told to him he was at the supermarket when he saw them and asked his older brother what they were, because there was no way they were selling real stars. Shiro explained him they were made of a plastic that glowed in the dark and that they were made to usually stick them to the ceiling so you could have your own night sky without going outside. It was all it took for him to grab three bags and toss them into their shopping cart.
Lance wanted to cry, so that’s what he did, after hugging his best friend for dear life.
A night hasn’t pass by without him sleeping under his fake freckled sky since.
“Yeah, me neither.” Lance bit back a smile, letting himself fall with a soft thud against his pillows like he has done about half an hour ago, the greenish dots looking back at him. “If you think about it it’s kinda cheesy now.”
His best friend barked out a gentle laugh, violently chucking a pillow in his direction as a blush quickly spread across his pale cheeks, the dimmed moonlight doing nothing but highlight it.
“Shut up, Lance.” Keith rolled his eyes, the soft tone of his voice betraying his own actions.
The younger boy rolled to the side under his covers, playfully hiding his face with one arm as he let the other dangle dangerously close the mattress on the floor, only to find his best friend already looking at him.
Lance was going to sleep stargazing tonight but it sure had nothing to do with the plastic stars stuck to the ceiling.
important valentine's day hc: finn sending poe flowers, and all of poe's coworkers giving him a hard time about it.
listen, i appreciate this in all its fluffy purity and agree 100%, but actually, allow me to raise you another flower-giving hc:
It’s funny, really. Despite his hopelessly romantic tendencies - and at times even sickening sentimentality - Poe’s always been the one to receive the flowers. Every Valentine’s day, his workstation is always overflowing with them; red and pink roses, cheerful yellow wreaths, sweet-smelling green bouquets wrapped in D'Qar moss and ribbons.
Sometimes they’re serious, sometimes they’re jokes sent by the other pilots in his squad. Either way, they’re always a source of attention, of conversation for the day.
Poe always brushes it off with a laugh and a smile; the ever-charming Resistance poster boy, drowning in valentines. It was only to be expected, the kind of cliché occurrence that was to be half-chuckled, half-groaned at but that had to happen anyway because, well, it was practically a law of the universe at this point.
So he brushes it off, returns to work, and waits for the day he finally finds the one worth buying the flowers for.
It’s funny, really; because when it finally happens, it’s nothing at all like the sweet, colourful scene he’s ever imagined in his fantasies.
The medbay is dark when he enters, the air still and somehow heavy. In his right hand he clutches an elaborate bouquet of forget-me-nots, lilacs, and white roses, dotted with emerald blooms and tied together with a violet ribbon. In his left, he holds a single red rose.
Finn lies, still as ever, in a pool of white light. There’s a handwritten card propped up by one of the orderlies on his nightstand, the scrawling handwriting inside identifying its sender as Rey. A few wilting bunches of ferns and other forest plant-life sit, slowly shedding their leaves on the medbay floor, a present from the girl who still can’t believe there is so much green in the whole galaxy.
Poe sighs, sits on the edge of the bed. Finn doesn’t move a muscle; he’d almost think he was a statue if not for the slow, steady rise and fall of his chest.
“I got you something,” Poe says, placing the bouquet next to Rey’s card. “Flowers.” He wants to elaborate, to explain to Finn how much they really mean. I’ve never bought anyone flowers before, he wants to shout, and I bought them for you. I bought them for you - please, can’t you wake up and look at them? I bought them for you!
But he doesn’t, because he suspects if he opens his mouth he’ll start to cry, and that wouldn’t be right. So he takes a deep, shuddering breath in, closes his eyes. He takes Finn’s hand, tries to extend his consciousness outward as Rey has explained to him so many times. Like always, he feels that slow, pulsing glow, like the last living ember after a great fire, that he knows is Finn, trapped away wherever he is, and slowly he finds his voice again.
Opening his eyes, he lays the rose on Finn’s chest. “And a rose,” he says, watching Finn’s features closely. Nothing. “Happy Valentine’s, buddy,” he whispers. He grips Finn’s hand tighter, with both hands now, and presses a tight-lipped kiss to his knuckles. “If you wake up, we can spend the whole day together. We can spend our whole lives together, if you just wake up, Finn. All you have to do is open your eyes.”
The petals of the first rose Poe has ever given are stark against the white sheet, red as blood, red as the sorrow that Poe feels, aching and bone-deep, when Finn doesn’t.
Hilary! Can you just imagine adam and eddy fan girling over the CS date? They imagined this in their heads and wrote it down. They couldn't wait to see their favorite OTPS actually come to life Lol
this calls for another episode of old married couple kitswitz
the scene: friday night at the kitswitz household, aka sleepover friday. adam and eddy, in their star wars footie pajamas, are snuggled in their frozen sleeping bags with piles of captain america blankets and disney pillows, adam’s laptop is open in front of them and they have just watched “the words” music video for the 1995464788th time
adam: OMG eddy: omGGGGG
adam: BUT OMG eddy: IKR OMG
several minutes later:
adam: WE NEED TO WRITE ALL THE CAPTAIN SWAN FLUFF NOW eddy: adam are you feeling all right eddy: you monster of angst i mean eddy: the word “fluff” just came out of your mouth adam: shut up i have needs all right eddy: OKAY THEN LET US FLUFF
*they grab their notepads and gel pens*
adam: A DATE eddy: okay adam: WITH A LOT OF WINE adam: and CUDDLES! eddy: …. no seriously are you feeling all right adam: THEY CAN SAY CUTE THINGS TO EACH OTHER AND SNUGGLE! adam: AND THEN LATER PROBABLY KISS! eddy: right right ok adam: GOD I LOVE US adam: WITH GREAT POWER COMES GREAT RESPONSABANGABILITY eddy: go home adam eddy: you are drunk adam: *is doodling stick figures of captain swan on his notepad* adam: i have the best job in the world
hello friends it’s that time again to keep each other company with a virtual sleepover (just pretend I’m next to you wearing cute pj’s ok) we can talk about anything at all, such asssssss
~ bands / music /
movies (I’m a huge movie geek)
~ youtubers ~ fluffy stuff (tell me about your crush or rant about your otp !!) ~ cheesy jokes / pickup lines ~ need advice ? I’ve been known to give it from time to time ~ want to rant ? I’m always here to cheer you up ~ tell an embarrassing moment / confess something ~ have an awkward question you don’t know who to ask ? I’m your honorary cool aunt now the kind that brings presents and tells you dirty jokes ~ have a random thought you feel like sharing ? I’m your gal
literally there are no rules to this I just like talking to people and getting to know my followers. hope everyone’s having a nice night! .x