#i wrote it instead of sleeping

[faroreskiss]

"Do you think I'm a cheater?"

Summary: Isekai!Reader has a dilemma. You remember your S/O in our world and talk to Link about it. You know, the Link you slept with. Based on this fic. Can be read stand alone. Read on Ao3

"Hey Link," you called out to him, as you idly drew random shapes on the dirt floor. The night was quiet, except for the cicadas; or whatever bug making the chirping noises, and the small fire crackling nearby. And of course the snoring.

After the postman incident, thoughts of your own world occupied you again. You had been distant and they noticed. You couldn't sleep as much either, but thanks to the lack of your fighting skills, there was always a Link with you, taking the turn for the watch duty.

"Yeah?" Wild replied softly, with a low volume.

"Do you think I'm a cheater?" You deadpanned, still playing with the stick, not looking at his face.

"What?" He looked perplexed. Did you mean the flirting and glances between you and the rancher? But again, it's not like what was between you and Wild was all that clear in the first place, even though you did share each other's bodies... Once, right before Chain. Then cuddled during trying times, showed affection to each other.

Oh.

Right. You never talked about your life on the other side. Sure, about how some things were in your world, education, maybe some economy. But almost never your personal life, and none of them ever pushed you.

Hell, you actively tried not to think about it, you let go in a way at some point, thinking you'd never see them again anyway, so YOLO?

But then seeing how you are now traveling between eras, didn't that mean you could go back to your own world at some point?

How cruel. How cruel that only after years you learn that there is a possibility.

You sighed.

"I... I actually have, or had, or have.." you stumbled upon your words, not knowing which tense to use.

"There is someone in my world... that is, or was my partner."

Your lips formed a line again, you were still not looking at him. Wild didn't speak for a moment, only understanding what you meant by cheating, just now. You heard some shuffling, he dropped down from the tree silently like a cat.

"(Y/N)..." he started speaking, you interrupted him.

"I know... We have been together for quite a while too, we lived together. But then I was suddenly somewhere else, some world else," you were trying to keep your low voice from trembling, holding back the bitter tears.

He just listened, cautiously moving near you, but not quite making contact.

"I- I ignored their existence since I thought I'd never see them again, then a couple of years passed and I ended up sleeping with someone else, uh, no offense," you were still not looking at him.

"Actually two at once," he snickered. Wild didn't know what to say, so he at least tried to lighten the mood.

"Not funny, not right now!" You hit his shoulder playfully. It was a little bit funny, at least you got distracted from your gloomy mood.

"(Y/N), you thought they were lost to you, forever. How can that be cheating?" He inquired, with a serious tone this time.

You knew he had a point. But that wasn't as straightforward as he thought.

"You are biased," you scoffed. "And look at the Old Man, he sure got to see his wife again. I bet he wouldn't... indulge, like I did." You gulped, guilt was clawing at you again, making it hard to breathe.

"Yeah what a fair comparison. He was thrown into a precarious situation constantly fighting and jumping worlds and guesses he'd probably see his Hyrule again, and you, who had a peaceful life in a village for years with no way to return to your home. Really, a great way to make yourself a big baddie," he said with a sarcastic tone, a tinge of scolding mixed in.

You paused. You have never heard Wild speak this much before. You just mumbled something about not having tried hard enough, still staring at the twig you had in your hand.

He moved closer and gently lifted your chin towards him, making your eyes meet. You melted a little inside, which only fed your guilt even more.

"Look..." he said. "Fine, it is complicated." He sighed, not breaking eye contact in the dimly lit night.

"But you didn't do anything wrong, okay?" He tried to assure you. You averted your gaze again.

"Now that we know... What does it mean, Link? If I can get back to my world one day, does that mean... we, I..."

You trailed off. Wild just listened.

This was really complicated, way too complicated. You didn't want to push him away, you were selfish.

Yet thinking of your partner, wrecked with the pain of losing you perhaps, while you were in the arms of another, receiving comfort? Your stomach was twisting.

After all, maybe they did find someone else already? Or were you merely trying to justify your actions?

Oh Gods, you bet Sky wouldn't think so highly of you. Old Man wouldn't either. None of them would.

As you mentally shuddered, you gave in and leaned on Wild, even if a bit awkwardly.

"Don't tell the others, will you?"

"It's your life to tell," he assured you as he put his arm around your shoulder as you both leaned on the tree. The turmoil of emotions wouldn't let you go further, but at least you enjoyed the companionship and understanding he offered for now.

"I will never judge you, no one can, not for this," he said softly.

You were glad, but guilt still ate at you. Between these legendary heroes, it made you feel small. Shouldn't you have had some type of undying love story?

"...and what if we end up in my world?" your voice but a whisper. He didn't reply immediately.

"We'll cross that bridge when it comes to it, I guess," he ghost shrugged. His eyes had a distant look.

"But I'll be there, okay?" He added somewhat awkwardly.

You gave him a weak smile as you nodded, not knowing what to say, what to do. You wanted him to kiss you, you wanted to be close. He probably wanted the same but didn't want to force a choice on you.

What comes next would be your own choice. How you wanted to proceed now, was your problem.

But he would be there, whatever you chose.

You leaned on the tree trunk as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders, then you slowly drifted off to sleep. A warmth with a tinge of guilt embraced you, giving you dreams of bridges and portals as you fell asleep.

And the face of your beloved.

[veliara]

FFXIVWrite2024 Day 21: Shade

This evening, Ciel was standing on the sand of the training grounds under the disapproving and concerned gazes of the knights of the Heaven's Ward.  Charibert was looking from one green-eyed blond to the other with a disapproving expression on his face. Zephirin sat on a bench under the supervision of Haumeric and, oddly enough, Noudenet, who had also asked to attend to the whole thing. Paulecrain, standing beside Grinnaux, pretended to be dozing with his back against the wooden fence. Grinnaux was watching the youth standing at the edge of the site with his arms crossed over his chest. Next to Dzemael, perched on the wooden fence, was Ciel`s Little Fury.

With a sigh, Ciel walked across the training grounds, drawing a circle with the tip of his sword. Covering his eyes and recalling the procedure his father and Uncle Gab had repeatedly shown him, the youth called upon the darkness, which obediently responded, raising a barely perceptible veil around the training grounds.

"That's darkness,” Noudenet whispered, his blue eyes burning with curiosity of a small child.”in its purest form. Delightful."

"Ciel, how do you manage to handle it so easily? Darkness is the most complex of elements, fierce and deceptive.Yet it's like you're playing with it."

Ciel just smiled.

"Don't know, it happens on its own, but I'm not controlling darkness, I'm just asking it to do something. Besides,” he returned the sword to its stand and walked toward Zephirin and the mages, ”Don't be afraid of anything that's supposedly ferocious. Sometimes underneath the ferocity, life hides real treasures."

Ciel saw Charibert roll his eyes and Paul, who was still pretending to be asleep, hummed approvingly. Grinnaux looked away, trying to hide the light blush on his cheeks and the tips of his ears. 

Stopping beside Zephirin, Ciel smiled at the knight.

"Shall we start?"

"Yes, let's get this over with. What is required of me?"

"Nothing, just stand over here." Ciel stepped behind the line and showed him where to stand. "And when the Shade moves away you can sit down. Try to relax and don't worry, you'll be fine."

Standing behind the knight, Charibert muttered to himself.

"I could use your confidence."

Ciel only grinned.

"That includes you as well. Everything's going to be fine."

Ciel raised his hand.  As his palm stopped next to the knight's heart, the youth closed his eyes and listened to his sensations. He could feel the shade, but without contact it was hard to call out to it.

“Please pardon my boldness,” he touched his shirt, immediately he felt a bolt of darkness rush towards him. Like a small child rushing to a beloved parent after a long separation. Yet without a call, the shade could not leave its host, “Come to me.”

Taking a couple steps away from Zephirin, he watched with delight as flashes of darkness swirled around the knight. The astonished Commander looked around trying to figure out what was going on. 

“Don't worry, Zephirin, everything's going as it should. You can step back and rest.”

Zephirin looked at the youth with surprised and a bit terrified eyes and stepped out of the semi-transparent shield. Charibert helped the staggering commander to the benches.

Ciel called out to the shadow in the most affectionate voice he could muster.

“Come here, shy shadow.”

“I'm not shy, I'm just tired of being wrong,” a distinctively supernatural whisper came from the heart of the churning mass. “You look different this time. Why?”

Ciel tucked a strand of hair behind his ear, a bit shy.

"There are reasons. If you want, I'll tell you later."

"Hmmmm.” The darkness began to slowly increase in size and unfold, spreading out dark tendrils like wings.

[kthologue]

if there was one thing at the tokyo jujutsu tech branch that would send the kyoto branch into a coma, it was the shameless pda. gojo satoru was a man in love — and absolutely nothing could stop him from broadcasting it, no matter how obscene it might seem.

where utahime ran her students with silent, disciplined rigor, gojo thrived in chaos. in fact, the tokyo campus always seemed to hum with the sheer force of his enthusiasm alone.

today was hand-to-hand combat training again. you stood at the sidelines, arms crossed, observing as your second years sparred with the first years — dominating them so well that you hardly needed to step in.

a familiar presence drifted up behind you. you didn’t need to turn around to know who it was. your husband had an uncanny talent for finding you exactly when he was supposed to be doing anything else.

“new uniform?” he whistled, low and appreciative. even with his blindfold, you could feel his gaze dragging over you. “seriously, it should be illegal for you to look this good during work hours.”

you didn’t answer, trying your best to steer him back to work by simply not engaging. after much trial and error, you’d discovered that ignoring him was the most effective method.

predictably, gojo pouted when you didn’t respond. then, he leaned in closer, his breath warm against your cheek.

“you know,” his voice drops lower, silkier — the kind of tone he thinks is persuasive. ���the students are so busy right now. they won’t even notice if we sneak off to my office and have some fun.”

“satoru,” you warn, already bracing yourself.

he grins like a fox. “it’ll just be ten minutes.”

“you say that every time,” you mutter, shooting him a sidelong look. “it is never just ten minutes.”

“boo,” he pouts, blowing a dramatic raspberry before slinging an arm around your waist with zero hesitation. “you’re being so cruel to a man in love.”

“satoru—”

but he’s already nuzzling his face into the side of your neck, his blindfold grazing your jaw as he whines, “just one kiss, then. one kiss and i’ll go right back to doing paperwork.”

you sigh, pretending to resist — but you lean into him all the same.

of course, one kiss turns into two. then three. then gojo is spinning you around, arms wrapped around your waist as he dips you in the middle of the training field.

“don’t make me get a spray bottle,” megumi grumbles, sparking a chorus of laughter from the others.

gojo just beams as he pulls you back up, shameless and unbothered. “sorry, can’t help it! my wife’s too hot for me to act normal.”

you swat his chest, cheeks warm. “you’re the worst.”

“and yet, you still married me,” he says, kissing the tip of your nose.

“only because you tricked me into it.”

he grins, “one of my greatest accomplishments.”

[proneterror204]

"Do you want to continue being a vigilante?" Batman asked his new ward Danny aka Phantom.

Danny stopped, looked confused and glanced at the batfamily like he didn't understand what was asked. " want? What does 'want' have to do with anything? I became a vigilante because I was needed, because I was the only one capable. Are you Batman because you wanted to be or because you were needed. Does anyone become a hero because they want to be or because they're needed? I wanted to become an astronaut. I never wanted to be a hero and I wasn't wanted as a hero, but I was needed or the people I loved would die. So my question is. Am I needed?"

The entire bat family is staring at him worriedly

[spoopdeedoop]

very very late to the party on the lost in the woods somewhere beeduo fae au by @hellenite but i am here now and it is taking over my brain like a very fast growing moss of some sort

[orbitalpython]

Oh the horror of stabbing clowns

def fic starter

So in a pinch to get a one up on Vlad Danny, Dani and Dan constantly get into shenanigans. Be it the police, the government, the GIW, old miss Sharon from down the street or anyone who will pay any meaningful attention (look they take having chaos as a gender very seriously.) There are constant attempts to ruin Vlad's reputation. He's found the three doing the most random things to get on his nerves. He's found Dani eating furniture, Dan scaring people by telling them when and where their loved ones will or have died ( He has yet to find anything Danny has done only seeing him being scarily normal (what did he do?!?))

But this gala might just take the cake. It was simple, straight forward, Bruce Wayne has dealt with worse. Between child Richard swinging from chandeliers, Jason stealing anything of noteworthy value, Timothy's nonchalant attitude when the gala was in a hostage situation, Cassandra's standoffish quiet nature, Damian's rudeness, Duke's extroverted tendencies and Stephanie being herself. There's nothing Daniel, Danielle and Dan can do to destroy the playboy's sanity than what those brat's did.

He should have just taken that bowling invitation instead (It was really enticing too). The start of the gala was going swimmingly, Little Badger was talking with Timothy, making weird hand gestures, nothing too bad. Danielle and Stephanie were giggling about something looking near the punch bowl where Alexander Luther was, being absolutely annoyed at by Oliver Queen (they likely spiked it going to have to avoid THAT drama). Dan and Damian were squaring up each other with swords (where did they get those this is a public event ('We aren't even at Wayne manor where the Ancients did they get those')). When of course in Gotham 'do as gothamites do' some very kind gas mask wearing folk barge in and spray sleeping gas all over the place, and wake up in some sort of death contraption. It had only been 5 hours. Bowling is seeming very nice right about now.

This was likely the clowns doing if the massive amounts of green and purple spray paint everywhere has anything to say about it.

"Well hello there, All the most rich and powerful people in one Place how unfortun--- ACK." Somehow without warning, without being seen. Daniel was already on top of the Joker with Dan and Danielle off to the side quietly chanting "Stab the clown. Stab the clown. Stab the clown."

Bruce seeing an opportunity to further his case on Vlad Masters takes one look at what's about to happen asks "Your's?"

Sighing dramatically the response is quick and decisive. "No, Mr. Wayne they are... My godchildren, sadly."

A pat on the back with a quiet chuckle. "Well I see, you have your hands full huh?"

Can he have just one day where the 3 love him like a father?

[depressed-freak13]

autistic eddie who has only dated steve.

theyve been dating for a few weeks before eddies mind starts to wander and think of what dating someone else would be like. but purely in a logical-scientific-i-must-test-this-hypothesis sense.

so he talks to steve and steve is so supportive. he says eddie should find someone safe to take on a date to test his theory.

the day comes where eddie takes daniel—danny—on a date. steve has a shift with robin at family video.

robin has been anxiously flitting about the store since their shifts began. shes been rambling non-stop about anything and everything—utter nonsense. robin just wants to keep steves mind off eddie being on a date with someone else.

she knows steve. she knows how quickly he falls in love and how close to the cusp of it he is with eddie.

if hes not already there yet.

eventually though, eventually, robins rambling works against her. she cant remember how she got here—talking about her hopeless love life and how shes destined to be alone forever.

but it pops out.

“—just want something like you and eddie.”

silence.

robin stops breathing.

she did that. she totally did that. she cant believe she did that.

steve doesnt say anything. robins back is to him so she cant see his face. she cant see how massively she fucked up.

robin is determined to live her life standing in this family video with her back to steve so she can never see his reaction and never know how she just broke his heart—oh my god shes a terrible best friend—

a noise interrupts her panic. a noise from steve. a noise that robin is familiar with.

robin whips around, nearly spinning in a complete circle with her speed.

—hes—hes—hes—guffawing?

robin doesnt know how else to describe it. steve is behind the family video counter, one hand splayed across the counter. the other hand is holding his stomach as he snort-laugh-coughs?-wheezes so hard robin swears she can feel the vibrations in the soles of her feet.

robin is over here—planning the end of her life because she thought she broke her soulmates heart.

and steve is—steve is—

steve has spent the last 8 months spending time with eddie. he sat by his hospital bed, keeping eddie company with his horrid jokes and stumbling through his first reading of the hobbit because

“stevie its my favorite”

steve drove eddie to his physical therapy appointments and cheered eddie on when the metalhead had good days. steve also embraced the silence and made sure to stop for a treat on the way home when eddie had a bad day.

when eddie was finished with physical therapy, steve learned all of the stretches and exercises that would help eddie maintain his strength and mobility. every day, without fail, steve would remind eddie to do the stretches and exercises the two of them learned. and on days when eddie adamantly refused—steve would use his harrington charm to either guilt or beg eddie into completing them.

even when steve wasnt spending time with eddie at the hospital or for doctors appointments—the two were always together. whether they were showing each other their favorite movies or eddie was forcing steve to expand his music knowledge or the two were sitting out at the quarry, smoking a joint from eddies personal stash—“its the good stuff steve. if we’re gonna be besties you gotta smoke the good stuff”—and gazing at the stars. they were always together.

the point is—the point is—steve has spent a lot of time with eddie. a lot of time where steve has come to see eddie for his likes and dislikes—and read how to see that on eddies face.

steve knows he doesnt have much going for him. hes not book smart, he doesnt have much of a career, hes not overly ambitious (and of course none of that makes him less—thanks eddie) but steve has always been people smart.

hes always had a knack for reading people. he can tell when someone is genuinely enjoying something versus when theyre faking it—even if theyre a really good actor.

and steve has spent a lot of time with eddie—as previously stated—which means steve can read eddie like he hand-wrote that book.

so steve can see that eddie has never been drawn to someone like hes been drawn to steve. even in the beginning, when they were just strangers who had saved the world together, steve saw how eddie reacted to him differently than anyone else. looking back on those moments now, steve recognizes the attraction—the fire—the love—that was lit in his chocolate eyes. steve has never seen eddie look at anyone else that way.

steve also saw how eddie nearly physically recoiled when danny picked him up.

—not that he meant to be there. he totally didnt mean to be there. happy accident. pure coincidence—

max had been asking steve to take her out to the diner—absolutely not begging, no matter what anyone said. it was just coincidence that he happened to do it on the same day and around the same time as eddies date with danny.

—okay so steve and max totally planned it and they were definitely peeking out the curtains of maxs trailer for a full hour before danny finally showed up—

but thats beside the point.

steve had seen danny get out of his car and knock on the trailer door. the door opened and eddie appeared and steve could not contain his snort.

steve didnt know what it was about danny.

his clothes

his smile

his smell

his face

but something about danny repelled eddie. steve saw eddies brow and eye twitch. a sure sign he was holding back from flinching away.

eddie was definitely not interested in danny.

for a second, steve thought about walking over and claiming eddie had outstanding plans with him and max. an easy escape for eddie.

but then steve thought for another second, and couldnt wait to hear about how bad of a time eddie had.

—of course, steve would absolutely step in if eddie was feelng uncomfortable or unsafe. but steve knew that eddie was able to handle himself, and might get frustrated if steve tried to step in. steve also knew that eddie desperately wanted to test his date theory, even at the expanse of himself.

so steve let eddie go on his date, and then steve went to the diner with max and came to work his shift with robin.

which is where he was now, struggling to breathe as he laughs at robins unnecessary panic and counting down the minutes until his shift ends and he can show up at the trailer, hear about eddies date theory, and snuggle up with his boyfriend.

[grouchytoast]

Assuming Cal made it that far- I wonder if he ever saw footage of the Ghost Crew doing Ghost Crew stuff and saw Kanan and just went “Is that Caleb from gym class?”. We know Kanan and Cal are sorta close in age so it’s not crazy to think they met at some point as younglings or even briefly as padawans.

Or alternatively I saw someone make a joke that Saw Gerrara just assumes all Jedi know each other- so it would be sorta hilarious if on a mission Kanan and Ezra are working with Saw and he just mentions some ginger Jedi with a poncho like it’s no big deal and Kanan just does a double take. Because wdym his lab partner for space chemistry 101 survived the purge?? AND does his rebel missions in a cool space yacht instead of the equivalent of a barely functioning kitted out mini van??

Anyway I so wish those two met at some point post purge, the chaos they could’ve caused is so great to think about. Actually generally a Mantis and Ghost crew team up would have been sick (too bad the timelines don’t quite match up 💔). I might write more about this later idk, I have a LOT of feelings about that area of Star Wars.

[aidansloth]

Late Nights On Kitchen Floors Sometimes Lead To Confessions

Summary: You come home late one night to find your roommate Jason sobbing on the kitchen floor.

Warnings and A/N: some negative self-thoughts on Jason’s side. In this fic Jason is feeling a lot of feelings :) because we love our men crying and traumatized. Pre-relationship! This is my first time writing for Jason so I hope I did him justice. Written in the second person, gender neutral reader, I tried to make reader as inclusive as possible so if I missed something please let me know! JUSTKNOW that my heart broke while writing this. (final note, I wrote this at 4am so don’t judge me)

Words: 0.9k

I also posted this on ao3 if you want!!

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You secure the last of the locks on your door as you start to take your boots off along with your coat. Immediately as you stepped in your mind went into autopilot, following your routine so effortlessly that only after what was definitely too many seconds do you notice a heaving sound coming from your kitchen. 

“Jason?”

The words leave your mouth with a tinge of hope that it was just him and not a break-in you’d have to deal with at this ungodly hour in the morning. You check the time with a flick of your phone. 2:14am. 

You receive no response and reach for the bat Jason insisted you left hidden in the umbrella stand. You can never be too safe were his exact words and you’d honestly have to thank him if you made it out tonight. It’s only when you cross the door that you see him: Jason and all of his 6 feet of muscles are scrunched up into a wavering ball, his hands clutching his clothes and his head planted into his knees. All this time you’ve known him and yet he has never looked as vulnerable as he does now, on your dusty crumble-covered floor with tears in his eyes. 

At first no words come out of your mouth, how could they? You’ve talked to Jason just a couple of hours ago on your phone, he called saying he just wanted to hear your voice. He was fine earlier. He was. He asked how your day was. He listened, hanging off your every word. But now here he was in front of you, a broken shell of a man.

Trying to not startle him you get closer and call out his name again. This time he hears you.

He lifts his head and you can see smudged tear stains all over his face probably from an attempt to erase them. An hiccup escapes him and your heart breaks. 

“Oh baby,” you scooch in front of him and take his face in your hands. 

“What happened? What’s wrong?”

He can’t speak. The words are jabbed in his throat, threatening to suffocate him. He opens his mouth but nothing other than a strangled sound comes out. You start petting his hair.

“Hey, hey, it’s fine, you don’t have to say anything alright?” 

You settle on the floor and try to maneuver his body onto yours, his head on your shoulder. His body adapts to yours, his arms wrap around you and he feels like everything is going to be alright. One of your hands runs up and down his spine in a soothing manner while the other is nestled in his hair. 

A couple of minutes pass and you’re still holding him. Jason thinks he likes it. Being held, that is. 

After some more time his head lifts from your shoulder and your hands move to his forearms, caressing the skin there. He takes a deep, shuddering breath before speaking.

“I, ehm…” Jason’s gaze lays low and his hands start to play with yours. “I have to tell you something.” 

You nod and tell him to take his time. He bites his lip, still looking down. 

“I- Fuck, I messed this up. I really did. This was gonna be so much more romantic I swear. I was gonna- I was gonna invite you to that one bookstore we always go to, I was going buy you all the books you set your eyes on and- and I planned a walk through the park- the one- the one you like-” his voice keeps breaking and hiccuping, “-and walk through the flowerbeds and maybe if the day had gone well I would have had the courage to hold your hand.” he wipes a tear off his face with the palm of his hand. 

You try to speak but he speaks first.

“I like you. I really really like you. I wanted to do this well, tomorrow, but- I don’t know. I got too much in my own head and I’m-” Jason bites his lip and tears fill his eyes again, “I’m really sorry this is how I confess, you deserve so much better, so much better and I’m a mess and, and-” you grab his face and force him to look at you. 

“Jason Peter Todd, you listen to me carefully.” his big teary eyes look at your stern ones, “The only reason I’m not kissing you right now is because you deserve a beautifully romantic first kiss because you like beautifully romantic things. You deserve all the wonderful things this world has to offer.”

Jason thinks his heart has never felt so warm. 

“Wha-what?”

His words make you giggle and now he thinks his heart might actually implode. 

“I like you.”

“I like you too.”

Now your giggle turned into a proper laugh which made Jason smile. 

“Yeah, that was pretty obvious from the earlier declaration of love.” Now he’s giggling too. 

“Does that ehm- does that mean you want to be my girlfriend?” You giggle again at the innocence in his voice and Jason thinks he’d die all over again just for a chance to hear you laugh one more time.

“Yes, yes it does. Only if you take me to that date you were talking about though.”

He smiles. “We could go now.”

Your eyes widen. “Now? At 2am?”

He shrugs. “I’m Red Hood. Nothing bad is gonna happen.”

You scoff. “Yeah alright, but I think the bookstore might be closed.”

“Ah. Right. Tomorrow then.”

“Eager?”

His smile only gets bigger. “Duh, I have a girlfriend to take out.”

Thank you for reading!! Constructive criticism/advice is always welcome!

[twijaxx]

Rin who love to cuddle and simply can’t fall asleep when you are not in his arms, but sadly you are a night owl and you stay up to ungodly hours. Rin was a night owl too but now he has practice early in the mornings and he forces himself to sleep early (which is very hard)

Rin who wakes up in the middle of the night only to feel you are not besides him, he starts to panic while really bad thoughts run thru his head, but then he remembers that almost every night after you realize he has fallen asleep you quietly go to the living room so you won’t disturb his sleep with your stupid tiktok videos.

He rubs his eyes, still half asleep but he knows he won’t be able to fall back asleep if you are not cuddled up with him. As Rin gets closer to the living room he hears an ASMR tiktok that’s probably played like 100 likes already cause when he enters the living room you’re long asleep on the couch. He stares at you for couple of seconds.

“why do i love you so much..” he mutters to himself.

He gently pick you up from the couch, like you where a porcelain doll he couldn’t drop or else you will break, as he carried you to the bed you started to murmur something, he stoped for a second, scared that you will wake up, but you simply just turned your head to the other side. He sighed softly as he again started to walk to the bedroom

When he arrived he putted you down on the bed, praying that you won’t wake up from the sudden change of your surroundings, he crawled back into the bed right besides you, and he could finally peacefully sleep with you in his arms.

M.list

[imfinereallyy]

Steve finds love in clean sheets.

He comes home on a Wednesday night to his, Robin’s, and Eddie’s apartment, exhausted. They are packed in like sardines in the place; Robin gets a room to herself, having the space to create her own identity. But Eddie and Steve share a room and do so without much complaint.

They both want her happy.

They are friends, so it’s normal to share a room. It’s probably less normal to share a bed—but the space is small and they have so many things, so sharing a full bed is easier than squeezing twins into corners.

Steve doesn’t mind it being so close to Eddie. Thinks he should be worried about that feeling, but finds he isn’t bothered at all.

Their habits rarely butt heads, their organization skills somehow meet in the middle, and Steve doesn’t care how Eddie decorates as long he’s okay with the nail bat placed under the bed.

The only thing that is a problem that really isn’t much of a problem, is the bed sheets. Sometimes, Eddie forgets, so Steve’s taken it upon himself to change them. It’s not that he doesn’t like the smell of Eddie that lingers. It smells of a home he didn’t know he had on a warm summer day.

But after work, especially on hard days, Steve likes to shower and bury himself beneath clean sheets. The cold, smooth texture rubbing against he legs, the fresh linen scent feeling up his nose.

Steve doesn’t think Eddie notices; he is almost positive, and even if he did, he wouldn’t bat an eye. So Steve changes his sheets every five days or so, more often than really necessary.

Until this Wednesday night.

Steve isn’t having a good day—in fact, he would categorize it as one of his worst yet. Work was hell, and nothing was going his way. Steve walks into the apartment to see Robin and Eddie on the couch, and all Steve wants is to shower and crawl into a clean bed.

The problem is, though—the day from hell has actually been the week from hell, and Steve realizes he hasn’t changed his sheets in a week.

Steve groans as he heads towards the shower, ignoring the curious look from his friends. He begrudgingly accepts his fate—a dirty bed in exchange for an early sleep. Steve bangs his head on the bathroom wall.

Steve exits, and moves to his room to throw on boxers and a tshirt he almost sure is Eddie’s.

Then, he lifts the blankets and snuggles inside only to realize—the sheets feel amazing. They feel clean.

Steve glances down at them, realizes they are the flower sheets Eddie hates—replacing the dark grey ones that had been there this morning.

Steve knows undoubtedly that Eddie is the one who changed them. Steve could write it off as Eddie finally remembering a chore, but he can’t lie to his heart.

It knows Eddie did this for him.

Steve lets out a huge sigh of relief as he sinks down into the clean sheets, the smell of linen wafted through the air with hints of Eddie’s cologne from his shirt.

Steve snuggles into the bed—taking Eddie’s pillow instead of his own, and falls asleep to the steady thought that Steve Harrington is in love with Eddie Munson.

It’s the most peaceful sleep he’s ever had.

[leeny-leens]

"Please, don't leave"

But it's Theodore Nott horrified at his own anger, the one he's gotten from his father. The anger that has him growing horns and fangs that bury deep into the flesh, claws that rip everything apart.

It's Theodore Nott scared that even the most marginal bit of anger will turn him into a monster like his father was and begging you to please see past it, see him as you always have because if you of all people stop seeing him, was he ever capable of being anything more than a rotten clump of evil and dark?

And so against his better judgment, he sinks to his knees and holds onto you for dear life, begging and babbling through his tears asking you to please not leave him, he doesn't know what to do if the only person who's made him feel remotely human were to leave.

And you can't help but cry at the sight of the boy who thinks his anger makes him a monster, the boy who thinks any sort of reaction or emotion means he's like his father, damned to hurt anyone he loves.

Therefore you just pull him up and take his hand, hugging him tightly as you comfort him, reminding him that while his anger might be scary to him, he isn't scary, he isn't monstrous and he isn't bad. He asks you if you'll leave, and you reply asking him if he wants some space. He can only shake his head in silence, his hands tightening around you like you're his anchor in the raging storm. His voice is hoarse when he asks you to stay the night, stay by his side because he can't bear waking up to see you gone like everyone else.

And that night, you don't leave. Not even when night turns into morning, or when evening comes around. You stay by his side, steady and calm and he thinks that maybe, just maybe, he isn't a monster after all.

[all4simone]

𝙖𝙘𝙘𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙤𝙣 𝙥𝙪𝙧𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙚 - 𝙨𝙚𝙫.

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council!sevika x council!reader

| summary: getting to know the infamous sevika, now a council member. (post-arcane s2)

| c/w: mentions of smoking, not proofread

| w/c: 1.3k

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...council!sevika, who refused to become friends with anybody on the council. It was all strictly professional to her.

...council!sevika, who shared a cigarette with you on the balcony of a boring council party that you both were forced to attend.

sevika flicked her head around mid drag to the noise of a glass door opening. she was faced with your bewildered expression at her presence, your leg stopping half way out the door. the cigarette fell between sevika's middle and pointer finger as she exhaled the smoke. her jaw readjusted, eyes still fixated on your paralyzed stature. "my fault. I didn't know anyone was here," you exclaimed, red in the face with embarrassment. your leg quickly slipped back inside the door. sevika lifted up her hand to stop you. "you're fine. you can stay." she used her middle and pointer finger to call you over, the same pair that had a cigarette placed between them. you swallowed your nerves. slowly, you made your way to the edge of the balcony and rested your elbows on the railing. a stressful sign escaped your lips as the cold wind blew on your face. you turned to sevika, she was staring into piltover while puffing away at cigarette. she must've just lit it. "do you have another cigarette?" you asked without thinking before backtracking. "sorry, you don't have to give me one." your head whipped back in place. god, she was fucking scary. sevika took another drag before handing it to you; her eyes didn't move from the city. your hands, shaking, took the cigarette and put it up to your lips. weird. sevika didn't speak to anybody on the council besides for work. It wasn't exactly a bad thing, but it made her seem distant and cold. you can't exactly blame her, though. this is the same legislative team that ruined her home. you always really wanted to talk to her when she joined, but she was horrifying. her height, muscular body, piercing eyes, and all the stories going around collecting sweat among the council freaked everybody out. she didn't seem like the vicious monster that people made her out to be seen here, though. there was a sad and vulnerable look in her eye. "bored?" you handed her the cigarette. "yeah. surprised these motherfuckers don't sniff crack. would've made this so much more interesting." you chuckled. "a past councilor got kicked out for running a meth lab before." you added on. "no fucking way." she smirked, holding the cigarette to her lips. you nodded. "you wouldn't believe all the shit that goes on in these walls."

...council!sevika, who began to catch up with you to take a stroll before a meeting.

...council!sevika, whose eyes you noticed began to become calmer

...council!sevika, who would share glances with you during meetings, trying not to laugh at the others.

...council!sevika, who you asked to partner up with to develop a project in rebuilding zaun.

it was fucking late, but you needed to ask her. you needed to ask her to join the project. sevika's a night owl, you know she'll be up. you held your binder up to your chest, making your way to sevika's in a hasty manner. you just needed an okay from her, and then to pass out in bed. there were three figures in the distance. one you could recognize as sevika, and the closer you got, you could see two girls. the two of them laughed, gripping onto sevika's arms. she was slightly smirking. damn. why did that feel so weird to watch? you stood there, a few feet away from the trio, body filled with shock. It felt like the time you walked onto the balcony when sevika was on, but instead of fear, there was dread. while fumbling with her keys, she spotted you in the corner of her eye. she lifted her head up to meet your eyes, and the two girls stopped bickering. "you seem busy!" you panicked "I can catch you at a different time. sorry!" you gripped your binder tighter against your chest before fleeing the opposite way. you didn't even let sevika get a word in. the next morning, you visited sevika's room again. hopefully, you can pitch your idea to her this time. she opened her door; her hair was wet and slicked back. you smiled, and your eyes wandered around her room to not get too caught up on staring at her. her bed was a mess. you didn't even want to think about what happened in her room the other night. "hey, uhh...sorry about last night. It was probably uncomfortable seeing that." sevika attempted to apologize. she had the same vulnerable eyes as when you first spoke with her. you shook your head. "don't even apologize. It's fine." "they're not my girlfriends. I - uh just..." she stopped her sentence mid way, her hand came up to cover to mouth. her vessel turned to show you her back before clearing her throat. "anyways. what do you need to talk to be about?" you never even had the thought that those girls were her girlfriend.

...council!sevika, who would stare at you, suggesting ideas for the project. she simply just nods, not absorbing a single piece of information you said.

...council!sevika, who would invite you for drinks every night to the point it got you worried.

"fuckk...my backs killing me." she flexes her muscles. "lets go get drinks, yeah?" "sevika, you're actually an alcoholic. please get some help." "so, are we gettin drinks?" "yeah. whatever. I don't understand how this is supposed to help with your back, though."

...council!sevika, who grabs your wrists and pins them to the table whenever you talk over her.

...council!sevika, who slowly begins to speak with the other councilors with your help.

...council!sevika, who tries to swallow her feelings for you that creep on her, reminding herself she needs to keep things professional.

...council!sevika, who had one of the brothel workers show up at her door while you were working on the project.

...council!sevika, who went back to the brothel workers in an attempt to get you out of her mind.

...council!sevika, who was so shocked when she found out you like girls.

...council!sevika, who tries to hide her disappointment when you guys finish up your report.

...council!sevika, who ends up kissing you before you leave without thinking.

"you're seriously leaving already?" she crosses her arms in front of her chest, watching you throw on your jacket. "It's almost midnight, sev." you let out a breathy laugh before grabbing your things. sevika walks over to you, leaning down to zip up your jacket. you lift up your arms to give her space, feeling her warm body near you. you can't help but stare at her puppy-like face before she lifts her head up to meet your gaze. before you bust out laughing, your eyes glance up at the ceiling. you hear her smirk. she's always got that damn smirk on. her body raises back up and stuffs her hands in her pockets. the two of you walk up to her door, but before opening the door, sevika grabs your shoulder to turn you to look at her. "you sure you can't stay?" her hand stays on your shoulders. "you're seriously going to miss me that much?" you joked. sevika didn't respond. she only took you face with her hands and planted a small kiss on your lips. It was short; your lips barely touched, but it was sweet. she lifted her lips, both of your breathes mixing with each other. her hands stayed on your cheeks, both of you staring at each other, dismayed. sevika more than you. "shit! oh my god. I am so sorry." she reeled back her hands to her side. you only took her hands and locked your lips once more. "maybe I can stay a little longer."

...council!sevika, who asks you to be her girlfriend the same night.

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a/n: chat why is this so badddd omgggg I cantttt. I fr just wanted to get something out b/c I haven't posted in like 4 months, so I rushed this. my bad!!

[pippin-katz]

Edwin's Parents Canonically Did Not Hug Him

I was watching interviews of the boys for a post I'm working on, and fucking excuse me?!

Source: Advocate Channel Interview, Timestamp 3:17

We have confirmation from George that Edwin's parents did not hug him while he was alive. It's due much more to the time period rather than neglectful parenting, but that is still crazy to think about. He also says "parents", meaning both his father and his mother; neither of them gave him any kind of physical affection.

The repressive time period causing Edwin's parents to be very emotionally absent from his life is not a new concept, and it gets brought up in varying intensities in fanfics I've read, but it always felt like a fuzzy, floating concept based on speculation heavily supported by probability. I knew it was an accurate assumption, but I couldn't reach out and touch it, if that makes any sense. Now, it's concrete in my mind.

It gives this scene even more weight:

Edwin's expressions, while already perfectly understandable, make even more sense. The way he's seemingly pained by the embrace at first. He did not even realize how badly he needed and wanted this kind of affection.

There is such a strong surge of pure joy, comfort, and love from the hug that it hurts him, because he realizes in that moment what he's been deprived of his entire life and existence. Edwin has existed for over a hundred years, and even though it's hard to believe, they've never hugged each other like this in the thirty years they've been together. I don't think I could ever confidently say that they never hugged, ever, in thirty years, especially given how physical Charles is with his affection.

But that expression on Edwin's face in undeniable.

George says earlier in video that Edwin "lacks the skill set to keep up" with all of the new emotions he's experiencing, and you can feel that in the way his face changes.

Edwin hugs him back, and lets out a big breath, relieved and satisfied by the embrace. The wave of emotions passes as he realizes that even if he overwhelmed and terrified by the love he's feeling, it feels good to hug Charles. He realizes that he wants to hug Charles, that he's allowed to want to hug Charles, and that he actually can hug Charles.

God, the amount of emotions Edwin has in that moment that he's completely unequipped for, simply because he's never experienced it, not even from the people closest to him in life. It's heartbreaking, but seeing him learning how it feels to be loved for the first time is so beautiful.

Edwin, the character that you are... George Rexstrew, the actor that you are... 😔🩵

(ko-fi)

[zweetpea]

Neuvillette: Please stop making fun of me if I misuse references to Popular Culture and Media. I’m really trying. Are we cowabunga on this?

You: *Holding back tears and laughter* Yep. We’re cowabunga on this. You’re doing great sweetie.

[vestroiarae]

Actually insane about this

In his mini comic, Roy doesn't want to be like Oliver and doesn't have aspirations to be the next Green Arrow either. But he still wanted to be worthy of it, he wanted to be considered and acknowledged. He wanted to be his own man, equal to GA. He needed Ollie to look at him and say he trusts him, sees him and respects him. To acknowledge Roy is making an effort to be a better man. We, as readers, know Roy wasn't ready yet, maybe Ollie knew it too. Hell maybe Roy knew it as well, but to know something in theory doesn't mean you can't be disappointed and hurt. Here he got a clear message: Oliver didn't consider him worthy.

In JLA '06 Roy is finally his equal, he's Red Arrow and he's in JLA amongst gods and people he looked up to his whole life, he's been in superhero business longer than some of them and he knows it. He doesn't question why he's been invited and not Ollie, because he knows he's worthy of it.

he answers a question about his physical wellbeing, but he doesn't say "I'm good", he says "I'm perfect". And he knows it. He's confident and doesn't doubt his abilities or his position in the league. He called himself Red Arrow because he's an equal to Green Arrow. It's a family business and he's no longer being left behind.