Papercraft commission of Shion from No.6, plus a terrarium! The terrarium was actually the trickiest part to make - it’s a series of tiny, tiny paper plants sandwiched between one circle of tracing paper and one of clear acetate. Hard to cut, but it was worth it to get the final effect!
International Soccer Player Star Lexa au is and forever will be my dream
The heat rolled off of the pavement in the afternoon. Stagnant and ornery, it listlessly bullied everyone in the streets until they were just as uncomfortable and oppressed, just as mad, just as sweaty and tired and beat up like the harsh summer day. The bustle of the street didn’t stop though, despite the heat, despite the heaviness. Instead, people milled about as best the could, fanning themselves with their hands or papers or ducking into stores, eating ice cream, and failing against nature itself.
Can I request? Tom and the reader are dating and the reader is Harry’s assistant just like Harrison is to tom,and tom is worried that the reader will start to like Harry because they’re the same age and are best friends. Thankss!!! ❤️
Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader
Description: You and Tom had been together for a few months, you had gotten close with his friends and family, especially Harrison and Harry. A few weeks later you become Harry’s assistant, making Tom a bit anxious that you could potentially fall for his brother instead, but you prove him otherwise.
Warnings: None really, it’s just cute
Word Count: 2,712
A/N: Ahhhh this was so fun to write and it’s so cute and ugh I love it so much???? Anyways thanks for requesting this! I haven’t seen many Tom imagines like this so it was really fun to create. I really hope you enjoy it. :))
Side Note: Also, sorry for not uploading for a few days, I hadn’t been feeling all too well, but you all were so understanding and supportive and I just love you all a ton! So thank you for that, and I am feeling better so get ready for some bomb ass imagines! ;)
You and Tom had been together for about five months, you had met at the coffee shop around the corner one day, you both ended up ordering the same drink, blushing embarrassedly at one another.
Since that day, you two started going on dates, coffee dates, mainly because you both knew each others orders and it was something simply and not very hectic.
From there on you learned he was an actor, that he was the Marvel character Spider-Man, which made you fan girl on the inside, Spider-Man was your favorite.
You soon told him that too, making him give you a wink, causing you to blush madly, doing your best to sip your coffee and play it off, but there was no hiding the amount of red that was on your cheeks, and Tom loved it.
After more dates at the coffee shop, Tom eventually asked you out on a real date, to a real restaurant, causing your heart to beat a lot quicker.
You weren’t sure it was the best idea, you didn’t want him to be stressed out if paparazzi followed him, but he insisted that it was what he wanted, so you went along with it.
Tom had gotten reservations at a small little Italian restaurant a few blocks down the street, it was the cutest place you’d ever seen. It had little dangly lights above and around the building, Italian music faintly playing in the background, it was already so perfect.
Tom gently took your hand in his, directing you to the table he had reserved, making your eyes widen slightly. It was gorgeous, it was a little table away from people, giving you two privacy.
That night changed everything between the two of you, mainly because that’s when Tom asked you to become his girlfriend, nearly causing you to choke on a tortellini.
You could see the love in his eyes as he looked into yours, making you feel warm and tingly on the inside, something you hadn’t felt in a long time.
Needless to say, it was the best first real date you had ever had, even better that it was with a guy you truly felt something for.
Months went by and Tom finally introduced you to his family, you were already in love with his siblings, especially Paddy, you wished you had a little brother like him.
You also became super close with Harry, you two were the same age so you both bonded extremely well.
One day Harry had invited you to join them on set of Tom’s movie, also where you met Harrison, Tom’s best friend and assistant. You automatically loved Harrison too, he was just as dorky as Tom.
Since that day on set you started thinking a lot, you really did need a job, you weren’t famous like Tom, you were an ordinary girl who had bills to pay and food to buy.
That’s when it clicked, you could be an assistant like Harrison, but who you would be an assistant for was the key.
You thought about this idea for a few weeks, talking to Harrison about what it was like working with Tom and what he did for him. You were really serious about becoming an assistant, and Harrison could tell you weren’t going to give up.
You then talked to Tom about it, he wasn’t thrilled of the idea, but he knew you were just trying to do your part in the world, he knew that you weren’t like him where making money wasn’t a huge issue, which is exactly what you had told him before.
You both talked about it for days, until Tom finally gave in seeing you weren’t going to let it go, and all he wanted for you was to be happy, and if being an assistant to someone would make you happy, he would be happy too.
After discussing it with Tom you went to the last person to get their opinion on it, and that was Harry.
You told Harry your plan, how you wanted to become and assistant because you needed money to pay for everything, and the entire time you were talking you never noticed the faint smile on Harry’s lips.
“Y/N.” Harry interrupted you, making your eyes snap up to look at him.
“Hmm?” You hummed, playing with a string on the edge of your sleeve nervously, this was a huge deal to you.
“Why don’t you become my assistant? I know I’m not huge like Tom, but I do short films and I could always use an extra hand to keep me organized.” Harry explained, the smile growing on his lips as he saw your ecstatic expression on your face.
“Harry, if you’re playing me right now I swear to god-” You started off, but Harry shook his head, the smile never leaving his face.
“Y/N, I promise you I’m not playing you, I genuinely mean this.” Harry smiled, making your eyes light up and your heart beat so loud you were sure he could hear it.
“Then yes! Yes! I’d love to be your assistant, oh my god, thank you Harry, you’re amazing.” You squealed excitedly, hugging your best friend as he laughed at your reaction.
“Of course Y/N, believe me, you’re doing me a huge favor." Harry laughed, making you laugh along with him.
A few days later you started working as Harry’s assistant, you had told Harrison and Tom about your new job, they were both extremely happy for you, they knew how bad you wanted this position.
However, once you left to go check on Harry, Tom pulled Harrison to the side, a nervous look in his eyes.
"Dude, what if she falls for my brother? They’re already best friends, and they’re the same age.” Tom whispered, biting his nail anxiously as Harrison looked at him in disbelief.
“Tom, have you seen the way Y/N looks at you? Or when she’s even around you? You mean the world to her. The fact she came and asked you about becoming an assistant in the first place had to of been a bit step for her since she wanted your opinion.” Harrison explained, making Tom’s heart melt slightly, he never really noticed all the small details until Harrison started pointing them out.
“Believe me buddy, you have nothing to worry about. Now this was a nice talk, but you need to go change and get ready for your next scene.” Harrison laughed, patting him on the back before directing him to his changing room.
You on the other hand were helping Harry set up a new short film he was making, he needed some supplies, which is where your new job came in.
“Hey Y/N, do you think you can run to the store and grab some extra props? And maybe a few snacks?” Harry smiled, as you responded with a thumbs up before leaving the building.
You loved this job, sure it might be a tad stressful, but it was worth it, you were getting paid fairly decent, which was the main objective out of all of this. You needed the money to pay for your apartment bills, and for food, so no matter what you had to do, you did it.
You rushed to the store, grabbing a few extra props that he had written down for you, then you decided to treat his crew with a few tasty snacks.
You smiled slightly, walking into the all too familiar coffee shop, the one place that could make your heart swell up with pure happiness and love, and it was all thanks to Tom.
You walked up to the counter, ordering ten coffees, and a few little goodies along the side, before leaving the shop.
It took about ten minutes to arrive back at the set, you gave Harry’s crew the extra props, which they thanked you for tremendously, and then you surprised them with the coffee and little goodies.
You watched as their faces lit up, surprised you had brought them something, they eagerly took the drinks and snacks, but not without giving you a hug and mumbling a thank you.
You then walked over to Harry who was busy directing someone, you waited until they were done shooting the scene, before he turned around his face turning into a bright smile at the sight of you.
“Hey Y/N! Thanks for grabbing the extra props, you were a life saver.” Harry praised you, making your cheeks warm up a tad.
“Of course, it’s what I’m here for, also here’s some coffee’s and some snacks, I already gave the others to the rest of the crew.” You smiled, handing them over to Harry who looked at you in amazement.
“If I knew you were going to be this great, I would have asked you waaay earlier to be my assistant.” Harry winked, making you laugh and shake your head at his answer.
“Hey can I ask a favor?” You spoke up before he returned to his set, he gave a nod signaling you to continue.
“I got some coffee and snacks for Tom and Harrison, do you mind if I go and deliver them?’ You gave a small smile, as Harry nodded and gave you a thumbs up, putting a small tiny sandwich into his mouth.
You quickly rushed out, driving down to Tom’s set, it took about fifteen minutes since they filmed so far away.
You eventually made it, grabbing the drinks and snacks, and thanking security for letting you enter the set, then went on your search for Tom and Harrison.
You soon found them, Tom was filming a scene with Jacob, you recognized it as the part where Ned had found out Peter’s secret, which made you laugh quietly.
You walked over to Harrison, who’s eyes widened in surprise, he wasn’t expecting you to be here at all.
"Hey Y/N, it’s good to see you, we weren’t expecting you here today.” Harrison smiled, making you shrug and smile back.
“I actually brought you and Tom coffee and snacks, I had gone out to get extra props and snacks for Harry and his crew, and decided to get you guys a lil something too.” You smiled happily, handing over the drinks and snacks.
“Wow Y/N, you didn’t have to do this. You really are kind hearted, no wonder Tom is so into you.” Harrison chuckled, making your cheeks heat up slightly.
“Speaking of Tom.. Here he comes.” Harrison grinned, nudging your elbow, as you laughed and swatted his arm.
“Y/N! What are you doing here?” Tom smiled happily, pulling you into a tight embrace, making your body tingle.
“Well, as I was telling Harrison, I brought you boys a lil somethin’.” You winked, making Tom grin at you slightly.
“Tell me you didn’t.” Tom started, but his smile only got wider as he saw the coffee sitting on the table, beside some snacks.
“You’re amazing you know that right?” Tom smiled at you, making you shrug and play with your hair slightly.
“I do what I can.” You laughed, making Tom’s heart beat quicker, the sound of your laugh was like music to his ears.
“Apparently from what Harry has told me, Y/N’s doing an excellent job being his assistant.” Harrison grinned, making you roll your eyes playfully.
“I really like this position, what can I say.” You smiled, walking over to Tom who took a bite of a sandwich you had gotten.
Harrison grinned at you, making you blush slightly, looking at Tom who was already looking at you.
“How did I get so lucky to have someone like you in my life?” Tom spoke aloud, causing your heart to beat quicker.
Harrison sneaked away, leaving you two alone, there was no way he was going to interrupt one of your guys ‘moments.’
“Maybe because you’re an extremely wonderful person?” You smiled, making him laugh, which made you love him even more.
“The only person that is wonderful is you, Y/N.” Tom smiled, wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you closer.
“I disagree.” You smiled, making him shake his head and laugh quietly.
You felt his hands rub the center of your back gently, causing goosebumps, but you loved his touch, you just loved everything about him.
He gently brought you closer, before softly placing his lips on yours, the kiss was gentle and sweet, something you’d always cherish.
You both pulled away, smiles on both of your faces, as you gently cupped his cheek.
“I wish you could be my assistant all the time.” Tom mumbled, making you laugh, which made him laugh along with you.
“If I was your assistant, I would never be as professional as I am now.” You winked, before pecking his lips one last time and running off, but not without giving him a cheesy smile from over your shoulder, seeing his shocked expression.
“-Wait! Y/N! What does that mean?” Tom shouted, his eyes widened slightly, as he heard your laughter leave the building.
Harrison looked at Tom who was standing there, still stunned at your comment, trying to process what you had said.
Tom didn’t even notice Harrison had walked over to him until he felt a pat on his back.
“Dude, you’re so whipped.” Harrison laughed, making Tom’s cheeks heat up and a smile form on his lips.
“Dude, I know.” Tom mumbled, taking a sip of the coffee you had gotten him, he couldn’t imagine a better person in his life other than you.
Soooo gather round the campfire, children, I have a terrible tale to tell and I’m sure there’s a moral at the end somewhere.
In two weeks I’m leaving the country. I was going to do a separate life update post but now this happened and the story kind of overshadows the update.
So because I’m cutting all ties to my life here, I’m down to like a couple of POTs that will still talk to me after I kind of fucked them all over. The one that was any kind of steady income was Nice Guy.
I’m calling him that because he legitimately was a NICE fucking guy. I met him off of WYP, as it’s the only site I still use and he was kind of creepy/ugly when I met him and really socially awkward. I could tell why he needed to be on WYP, basically. We went on three dates whilst I was still in the city and then he actually drove to my area (or what he thought was my area bc I never give my real address) to have a date with me here.
I could just hit Nice Guy up and be like ‘can you send me XXX amount please’ and I was careful not to make the amounts too high- he got really upset if he couldn’t pay. One time I asked him for just £200 and he called me up crying actual tears like ‘I just don’t have it right now, but I really like you’. I knew he could actually afford it as he had a great job, but being the big softie I am I felt really bad for him so I told him not to worry about it and that we could go out casually and talk if he needed to. We didn’t have sex, but we had ‘heated’ Skype calls shall we say. He never pestered me for sex, but I had no intention of giving it to him- especially as I was leaving the country so soon and didn’t need his money. (By the way, I never told him I was leaving).
So, I’m in London for the last time til I leave, staying with my friend, I tell him I’m in the area and he’s like: “Do you want to go to the Savoy?” And my Achilles heel consists of five star London hotels and tiny cucumber sandwiches, so I said yes. You can probably already see where this is going.
So, I put a nice dress on, beat my face, mentally prepare myself for a few hours of his company, and head off to the Savoy. I met him at Victoria and we walked down together, just talking and catching up and EVERYTHING SEEMED ALL FINE AND DANDY. THEN!!
We go in, put up our coats, and I say: “Do you want to go up to the bar first?” It was lunchtime and I was ready for my lunchtime Dom Perignon (just kidding, I’m a basic Sauvignon bitch). And he was like: “We already have a table.” Now. When he said ‘we’, children, what I THOUGHT he meant was ‘you and me’ and what in fact he meant, as I learned thirty seconds later, was him and a bunch of people I’d never seen before in my life.
We walked down into the centre of the room and there was a table next to the piano with about six people sitting around it. I was looking around as he was walking towards it because of course, that couldn’t be our table.
He stopped me in front of the table and just said: “This is makeitrainsugar.” (Not giving you my hoe name) and I was like
WHAT DO THINK YOU’RE DOING???? WHO ARE THESE PEOPLE???
I was giving him ‘this is not okay’ looks the whole time but he just fucking wouldn’t look at my face. I perched next to this lady who said: “I’m Nice Guy’s stepmother.” I shook her hand, trying to think of ways to leave without making a scene.
The other two guys around the table were Nice Guy’s brothers and there was one lady who was his sister and the other two women were the wives of the brothers, but they were just like a fucking blur to me as I sat there. I was just sitting there as the tea came, wondering what I had done to deserve this.
Nice Guy’s brother was like: “So I heard you met on a website.” And Nice Guy was quickly like, “Yeah, yeah, we did.” And I’m just glaring at him like yeah and it was WYP not fucking match dot com this is not part of the deal.
The WHOLE ENTIRE MEAL they were ragging on Nice Guy like ‘when are you going to get a better job?’, ‘why don’t you move to a nicer apartment?’ and Nice Guy was just nodding and trying to joke and it was just sad like I can see why he’s so self-deprecating all the time. Not that that’s an excuse to ambush me.
His brother was like ‘your girlfriend’s too pretty for you.’ Then he looked me In The Eye and said “you need a real man.”
WHAT I NEED IS A TAXI AND AN ASPRIN THANKS ANYWAY
I was just laughing awkwardly the whole time and just regretting all past decisions as they talked about how much of a failure Nice Guy was.
And then, AND THEN, when the bill came they said they’d split it between all of us. No. No, I don’t split bills. I’m not out with my friends, I’m on a POT date.
I looked at Nice Guy like ‘hello?’ but he was just avoiding my eyes so I said: “Sorry, I didn’t bring my purse. Honestly, I thought it would just be me and Nice Guy.” Like hint hint, dumbass.
And Nice Guy STILL didn’t offer to pay, his brother, the real man one, was like: “I’ll get your end. You can pay me back.” With like the nastiest look on his face, like your girlfriend/wife is sitting literally next to you, asshole.
I get up whilst the bill is being paid, because I’m at my limit, I went to the bathroom and I text him to tell me when his family is gone so we can talk.
I wait for like ten minutes and he says they’re gone, I go out and Real Man brother, his wife and Nice Guy’s mother are still there, that lying sack of shit. So I straight up ask Nice Guy if I can talk to him for a minute and he has the audacity to look flustered like he didn’t already know that’s what I wanted.
We walk up to the foyer and I say: “Is there something you want to explain?” And you know what this goddamn man says to me? He presses against my ear and says: “That was so fucking hot.”
Like THAT’S what you have to say, you limp dicked fuck stain??? After putting me through this and all you can do is try and fetishize it?
I said: “How exactly was that hot?” And he says: “I was thinking about fucking you the whole time.”
I’m just staring at him, thinking that a douchebag ghost has possessed him because this was NOT his personality before.
I simply said: “We’re done.” I couldn’t scratch his face because CCTV and security. And I walked out and he didn’t even try to follow me. But he did call me an hour later, apologising, saying that it was his way of saying he loved me. Boy bye.
Anyway, so I suppose I can add this to the long list of ‘experiences’ that I’ve had. The moral of the story is, no matter how nice a Nice Guy seems, if they’re on fucking WYP or any sugaring site. There is always. Something. Wrong. With. Them. Remember that, ladies.
Some Doomworld/post-Doomworld headcanons because why not honestly:
They end up just chilling in Nate’s basement all the time and Nate’s mom is happy because wow he has friends now.
Malcolm and Darhk have nowhere to go so?? They just end up joining the Legends to try and figure out what to do about Thawne.
“Aw, Nate, you have two new friends, how nice.”
Nate and Damian: “He’s not my friend.”
Malcolm: *already into his 5th sandwich* “These are delicious, Mrs. Heywood.
Axel the Rat is enjoying a life filled with sandwiches and tiny pastries and Mick will randomly make kissy noises at him, which earns him weird looks (except from Ray, who’s happy Mick loves his present).
Doomworld Stein is just really confused about everything. The guy witnessed a murder and a bunh of time travelers fighting; at this point he goes home and when Clarissa asks about his day he shrugs, says, “the usual” and goes immediately to sleep.
Even Janitor Ray knew his true calling: vlogger. He would end up vlogging about his life, the best cleaning methods, hopes and aspirations. Thawne found his vlogs one day and groaned.
He subscribed though. And he liked the videos.
Rip knows how to make the best cakes so now every time someone has a birthday he spends the entire day making a cake specialized for them (and lord help the person who tries to help him because Rip will hole himself up in the kitchen making this cake).
Ray tried to lick the frosting and Rip almost killed him.
“Ow! It’s my cake!” “It’s my masterpiece!”
He’s petty and puts in “Happy Birthday Mr. Palmer” instead of Ray and also puts Ray’s real life atom suit on top.
“Aw, is that a little mini m-wait is that my suit?”
Nate got a Star Wars theme and Ray cried for him.
Amaya’s has a cute animal theme and she freaking loves it okay.
Stein’s is probably like, universe related and has formulas written on the side in frosting and he spends an hour pouring over the formulas and explaining them while everyone else half nods.
Sara tries figuring out if she can just eat some cake without Stein noticing. He does, and pulls the cake away and tells her that he’ll be happy to let her eat after he explains every formula.
Gideon even gets her own mini cake; Rip designs the cake for a week before he finally uploads it and the team sings her a happy birthday.
Mick’s is big and has literal donuts in the cake because Mick requested it. Rip is a little horrified but does it anyway.
He also made a pizza cake because Mick said he wanted meat. Mick ended up eating the whole thing and didn’t share with anyone else.
Rip couldn’t figure out what he wanted for Jax’s theme, so he made the cake three tiers and put in a different thing for each tier: the bottom layer was green and looked like a football field (with it’s own football player and football), the next layer had tiny cars and looked almost like a racetrack, and the top layer had sparklers and was fiery red.
Sara’s has knives all over the cake. Literal knives. She almost tears up when she sees it.
“The family often came together for the first time each day at four, when they all gathered for tea in Alexandra’s famous Mauve Boudoir. This, too, was ruled by tradition: the regulations, set down in the reign of Catherine the Great, dictated the number and type of rolls, plates of bread, and pastries placed on the table. Alexandra complained that “other people had much more interesting teas,” but that even as empress she was “unable to change a single detail of the routine of the Russian Court.” Alexandra poured, and handed around plates of tiny sandwiches and pastries; for the children there was cocoa and little vanilla-flavoured wafers called biblichen. Nicholas smoked and read aloud, the empress and her eldest daughters embroidered, and Anastasia played games with Alexei on the sage-green carpet.”
The Resurrection of the Romanovs by Greg King and Penny Wilson.
Junior Freelancer Ontario wanted in on the RvB Bingo challenge, so here is her contribution for the Freelancers category. Delta, not content to just muck with Wash by tricking him into looking silly by eating his food through his helmet, goes a step further and helps himself to Wash’s sandwich.
Pairing: The Men of The Avengers x Steve Rogers Daughter Sarah Rogers
Warning: This is ridiculous and well I think I’m funny sorry if you don’t. Haha
When Sarah wants a tea party, she manages to get her way with Uncle Tony’s help. She doesn’t hear the word no when it comes to her uncles, not a single one is willing to tell her no, even if that means being forced into Dress Up attire and using their manners. As long as it stays between the nine of them only.
“Are you sure about this?” You sigh leaning against the wall
as you watch your daughter run from her uncle Clint who was chasing her down
for of course stealing one of his French fries, her little legs going as quick
as they could.
“You know you have a pretty neck,” whispered Roy in your ear. He lightly kissed your neck, his hand going up your dress and rubbing your clit. You felt a blush rush up your cheeks as you sighed deeply. Roy pulled your underwear over and slowly ran a finger between your lips. “I would like nothing more than to rip off your clothes and fuck you right here.” You moaned as you sipped your drink. Thank god there was a bar in front of you guys, otherwise he really would try and fuck you. Jason sat back down next to you, his glass of whiskey in his hand. He downed it all and tapped his glass down on the bar but the bartender didn’t move. Not that you blamed him, the music was blaring and the lights were flashing. You turned to say something to Jason but Roy stuck one finger into you, making you moan loudly. Jason heard and turned to look at you, his eyes full of lust. His blue eyes flashed down to your legs where Roy’s finger was slowly pumping in and out of you. Jason’s lips quirked up in a smirk and he leaned over.
“You look nice y/n, you look so flustered. I bet you feel nice.” Roy leaned around, a big smirk on his face.
… Yes, this is what you’re thinking. Me being super late to start @starcoweek3
In my defense, THIS FIC DIDN’T WANT OT END.
So.. yeah, I’m a bit ashamed it took me this long to finish, like, we are almost over it…
Also, guys I didn’t give up JanTom Week, all the fics have half done but I had a major block with Jantom (probably due to EA just wanted me on the climax chapters and I’m still finishing it) I plan to finish before next jantom week lol
Also,, huge thanks to @mrevaunit42 and @axis2600 for helping to post this anyway, you guys are awesome! *hugs*
Also a special mention to @fullertoons for creating this amazing au!
I hope you enjoy :D
PS: lots of people identified this as the Starco song because of EA, and I ended up using to write in this too along with this one.
Day 1 | Day 2 | Day 3 | Day 4 | Day 5 | Day 6 | Day 7
I 99 Problems and You’re Number One
Marco sat in the waiting room annoyed. He and Star went to Mewni to come kind of ceremony that she was obligated to comply and for whatever reason, he got into it too. The princess had asked him if he could wait for her to get ready to give an opinion to her dress and how he was supposed to say no when she looked at him with those blue eyes full of hope?!
He had a major problem, not only because he was completely hopeless for those blue eyes sparkling hope, or the cutest heart marks she had, or how she was enchanting on every single way, or how Star walked like floating like she was a ballerina… No, all that was consequences of his number one problem.
What do I do when I’m in a randomly shitty emotional mood? Write about one half of my OTP comforting the other one in a random shitty emotional mood, apparently. It’s certainly one coping mechanism. *shrugs*
Percy’s not the most observant boyfriend in the world when he’s working on a project, but when he realizes he hasn’t heard from Vex in nearly two days, even he knows something’s wrong. There’s a bit of panic when his text goes unanswered for more than four hours, and a bit more when her phone goes straight to voicemail. But a text to Vax relieves the worst of his fears. She was on the couch binging Miss Fisher when I left a few hours ago. She’s in a mood. If it’s your fault, fix it.
Request: Anti and Angelic both like Reader. Reader goes through a tough breakup(shocker) and while the boys were bickering(arguing and such) to each other over Reader, Reader becomes sick (from not eating properly+not sleeping) so they both stop to take care of her and admit feelings (at separate times or the same time, up to you) But I would prefer Anti to kinda “Win” reader over and Angelic is of course just happy that Reader is Happy
Notes: (Y/S/O/N)- Your Significant Other’s name
Angeliceye noticed it first.
He visited you daily, small visits to make sure you were happy or if you need a
little cheering up. And today you definitely needed comfort.
Angel found you on the couch, sniffling into a pillow, shoulders shaking from
tears that made your whole body tremble.
He crouched in front of you, his hands brushing against yours.
“Little Robin, what happened?” He asked, his voice like a soft chime of bells.
You jumped at the contact, not at all hearing Angel’s approach. You sniffled
again, hurriedly wiping the tears from your face.
“(Y/S/O/N) and I broke up.” You got about half way through the sentence before
your voice cracked and you were sobbing again.
Angel was sitting next to you within a second of those words leaving your lips.
His arms cradled you against him as his wings circled around you.
“Oh, (Y/N) I’m so sorry.” He cooed quietly. Angel combed his fingers through
your hair, hushing your sobs with warm words of comfort.
But his voice turned bitter as the TV sparked and static played through the
“What did you do, pigeon-shit?” Anti’s enraged voice echoed through the house.
Glitching in places as he appeared in front of you. Angel held you closer as
Anti’s glowing eyes settled on your shaking form.
“She broke up with (Y/S/O/N)” Angel said smoothly, irritation biting at his
Anti beamed, his eyes losing their glow as he exclaimed. “That’s great!”
“No, it is not.” Angel sighed. He looked back at you, wiping a tear from your
cheek. “Little Robin, have you eaten? You shouldn’t let this get you down so
“Yeah! That loser never deserved ya.” Anti said with a wicked gleam in his
eyes. “Yer better off without them! They were a pile of shit-”
“Anti!” Angel cut his counterpart off with a glare. “You’re not helping.”
Anti huffed and stormed off. Somewhere in the kitchen you could hear something
crash and other loud noises could be heard.
Angel ignored Anti’s tantrum and turned his attention back to you. The back of
his knuckles brush against your cheek as he tried to sooth you.
“You’ll be ok, Little Robin. You got me and Anti, we’ll look after you.” As he said this, Anti
returned with a large plate of what looked to be tiny cut up sandwiches.
“I ain’t very good at making shit, but fer you I’d at least try.” Anti said
with a smile. He winked at Angel, whose wings bristled and took the plate to
sit it in front of you.
“Please, Little Robin, eat something. You’ll get sick.”
“I’m sure they’re already sick of you, bird-brain.” Anti said with a roll of
his eyes. “Yer smothering them.”
Angel sighed and lowered the plate on your lap. Peeling himself away from you
and disappeared into the house.
Anti took the opportunity to take up the empty spot by your side. He cuddled
close to you, trying to get you to eat something between your sobs. But then
looked up with a glare as Angel returned with an armful of blankets and
“What are ya doin’ now?” Anti asked with a raised eyebrow.
“Making a pillow fort.” Angel replied stiffly. Flashing you a smile. “I
can’t have my Little Robin feeling down. So I thought making a pillow fort
would be a good way to take their mind of it.”
Anti growled and stood, moving forward to yank a blanket from the winged man’s
“I bet I could make a better fort than you, chicken-shit.”
Angel laughed and placed the blankets and pillows on the couch beside you.
“You’re on, Antisepticeye.”
And they were like this for
pretty much the entirety of the two weeks they stayed with you.
You were never left alone, always with one or the other. But the missing ego
was never far away, and never left for too long.
First it was the pillow forts; which failed miserably because Anti kept taking
Angel’s blankets and started to fight with his other side when Angel pointed it
Then it was soups. You weren’t eating, which worried them both. And they tried
to out-do one another in making the best soup. Which turned into a giant mess
of food and feathers everywhere when Angel “accidentally” spilled tomato over
Anti’s shoes. And Anti “tripped” which resulted in melted butter and chopped
vegetables to cover Angel’s left wing. It wasn’t pretty and resulted in a three
hour long clean up.
Then of course it was the sleep routine. Anti insisted you needed a cuddle
buddy, but Angel was persistent that his advances would worsen if he over-stepped
They fought over that too.
On and on it went, and they were so caught up with one another, they didn’t see
how this break-up was effecting you.
Your sleep pattern was none-existent. Even though your stomach was empty, you
never filled it unless you felt dizzy and almost passed out.
Moody and a constant lit fuse, the boys walked on eggshells to try and not
Until one day, Anti discovered you in bed, pale and sweaty. A fever had set in
and you barely had the energy to lift your hand. “(Y/N)?” Anti pressed his
hand against your forehead and his eyes furrowed with concern. “Yer
burning up, Sparky. What’s wrong?”
“They’re ill.” Angel said as he entered your room. In his hands he carried
medicine and water, even a bowl of cut up fruit in case you wanted something to
eat. “Can you sit them up? I need to measure their dosage.”
Anti nodded and sat beside you on the bed. He snaked his arms under your torso
and helped you sit up.
“I’m fine.” You said, voice hoarse from the illness.
Angel gave you a soft, but firm look. “(Y/N) you’re burning up and you have a
chest infection. You are not ok.”
Angel proceeded to pour a sickly smelling liquid onto a table spoon. Both Angel
and Anti curled their noses at the smell.
“Ew, yer gonna feed them that?” Anti said with a disgusted twitch of his lips.
“The man at the drug-store said this would help.” Angel confirmed, sitting
beside you and offering you the spoon. When you turned your head away and shook
your head, Anti rolled his eyes and pinched your nose.
“Open up, butter-cup. Or else I’m force feeding you.” Anti said with a smile.
You tried to hold your breath for as long as possible, but you had to breath.
And as soon as your mouth opened, Angel shoved the spoon into your mouth.
You gagged and shivered at the taste. Shaking your head in disgust.
“Please don’t make me take that again.” You pleaded and Angel smiled
“Sorry, Little Robin, you need too so you can get better.”
Anti laid you back down, but neither made a move to leave your side.
“Yer gonna sit there all day?” Anti snapped at Angel, who shot the entity a
sour look. But his expression softened when he looked down at you.
“(Y/N), do you want us to stay?” He asked and you blushed a little. Your eyes
flickering over to Anti.
“Angel, I…” You touched Anti’s hand, who turned his palm over so you could
slide your fingers in between his.
Anti beamed. His smile was wide and smug as he turned to Angel; who nodded.
Understanding what you were trying to say.
“It’s alright, Little Robin. I kinda guessed it. I’ll take my leave, get well
soon.” Angel stood and went to the door, turning to hold Anti’s gaze for a
“Look after them.” The words laid heavy with a warning. One Anti took with a
growl, but nodded. Turning back to you as his counter-part left.
“How ‘bout some more soup?” He asked and you couldn’t help but chuckle.