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sleepy

[i-still-got-love-for-you]

hi!

could you please do a reader x jason grace fic were reader was severely injured and barely survives?

(feeling a bit angsty hehe)

Soon You'll Get Better

Jason Grace x gn!reader

910 words

cw: god i hope im doing the angst thing right, there IS fluff bc i would cry if there wasn't, i really hope its gender neutral tell me if it isnt, once again verb tense grammar that might only bother me

a/n: thank you for this request!!! i had so much fun writing it <333 hope you like this!

Rocks were raining down like deadly raindrops from the sky. It was getting harder and harder to dodge them, and your lungs were burning from the running. The Laestrygonians weren't letting up. Percy's story of the "Dodge Ball Game of Hell" came to you at that moment. You were sure this was worse.

You were cursing your godly parent, wishing you had Hermes' gift of speed at that moment. At the risk of slowing down, you looked back t see how close the giants were. They were slowly gaining on you, and a random burst of adrenaline made all your pain fade away.

Blood was pounding in your ears, feet hitting the ground in tune. Just beyond some trees, you could see Half Blood Hill. The force field around it wad your haven, the only way the endless storm of rocks would stop.

You were climbing the hill now, falling and scraping your knees in the rush. Your hands were shaking and covered in scratches and the rocks were getting closer and closer-

You felt a pounding on the back of your head just as you saw Peleus. You stopped in your tracks as you made eye contact with the dragon and promptly fell over. The last thing you remembered were a pair of black glasses.

─ ୨୧ ─

Jason was panicked. It was a feeling he was unfamiliar with, numb and lightheaded and unable to think about anything other than you. He had found you at the border, surrounded by boulders and bleeding from your head.

His brain immediately went into autopilot. Checking for a pulse, carrying you to the infirmary. He was promptly kicked out by Will Solace, who stated he was “hovering worse than a moth near a lamp.”

He could hear the shuffle of feet through the door, sometimes broken by the sound of voices too muffled to be of use. Then, he heard someone yell, “We’re losing her!”

His heart dropped. His whole body might have gone with it, had he not quickly moved to a chair. Losing you? How?

Thousands of thoughts flooded his brain, words he wanted to say, things he regretted, his future with out you. The latter were the scariest of them all, each one more depressing than the last.

Him slowly falling into madness, him isolating himself from the rest of the world. Dying alone, him doing something stupid in his grief that gets him killed.

His nose prickled, warning him of the tears pooling in his eyes. Oh god, what if these are your final moments?

The door opening snapped him out of his downward spiral. He shot up out of his chair and wiped away the tears about to fall. Will looked tired. The bags under his eyes were more pronounced, his hair rumpled, and he was swaying slightly.

“She’s stable, but we put her into a deep sleep so she could heal with minimal pain. We wrapped her head to stop the bleeding, but only the nectar we gave her is going to heal her,” he informed the son of Zeus.

Jason sighed with relief, “Thank you, Will. So much.” He went around the boy to enter the room, pausing as he saw you.

You laid lifeless, the bandages on your head almost obscured your face. Hundreds of tiny scratches littered your arms, sure to scar. Jason didn’t care, all that mattered to him was that you were alive and you wete going to wake up.

He took your hand as he sat beside you, and the scabs he felt made him sick. The nectar might have healed up the smaller things, but the marks you still had were remnants of worse cuts. You almost died. You had almost left him. Permanently.

─ ୨୧ ─

Right next to you was where Jason was for the next three days. Holding your hand and praying to any god he could think of were the only things he did. It took a lot of convincing (and a threat to kick him out) by Will (and Nico) to get him to eat something.

It was on the third day that you woke up. It was a particularly sunny day, but with it came midday heat. Not that Jason noticed. Because what point was looking at anything other than you? What was there to feel other than the black hole in his heart?

When your fingers squeezed his hand, he shot up in his chair and called Will over. The son of Apollo rushed over just as your eyes opened, immediately asking you how you felt and if there was any pain.

Over and over, you assured him you felt nothing. He leaned over and removed the now bloodstained wrap around your head. “I’ll leave you two alone,” he announced with a small smile on his face.

You turned to Jason and damn near fell out of the bed trying to hug him. He caught you and positioned you back on the mattress, half his body going over you. He chuckled, thankful you couldn’t see his teary eyes.

"Gods above, I missed you," he exhaled. Maybe his arms were a bit too tight, but you weren't complaining.

You laughed, "How long was I out?"

"Um..." He hesitated, not sure how to proceed. "Three days?"

Your brain stopped working for a second, processing the number. "Well then, superman, we have a lot to catch up on," you whispered as he caught your lips in kiss.

[kyoghurts]

Hellooooooo, hope you are having an amazing day/night!!! I recently read one of your stories about rayne and his assistant, I absolutely loved it!!!! Had me flipping my hands and giggling a lot l, I really liked the way you characterized him. So I was wondering if you could write about him with a reader that's on outside a little bit like him (people finding them intimidating, socially awkward and smart) but it's actually a lot like Finn (they are a little shy, tends to cry easily and really loyal) I don't know if that makes sense... but anyways aajsjsjajs

im actually an amalgam of these two 🥲 so sorry for not writing this sooner but here you go <3

✶ HAPPY TEARS.

mashle. rayne ames x gn reader

content. fluff & 1.6k wc. this leans more towards platonic relationship but can be interpreted in any form. messy writing bc im back in the slumps.

people often find you smart, it's seen in the numbers etched to your papers and the consistent participation in class, there's a tone of modesty in the way you interact with others, and your quiet nature in medium to large social groups does nothing but earn you the intimidating, or rather, mysterious type of a title.

the admiration of others is bearable, you're lucky you're not too popular, you don't really know how else to go about it. unlike a certain someone whom you're well acquainted with, but not necessarily close to call a friend. he doesn't even pay attention to you when you're not the one initiating a conversation, which is actually convenient for the most part.

rayne ames doesn't bother you like the rest; he'll talk to you if the circumstances deem it necessary. things you can list off as 'school-related' situations, there are days where his generosity reaches far, extending to you for reasons you can't pinpoint. he offers you his notes when you ask, acknowledges your presence by maintaining eye contact until you nod at him and he does the same, walk beside him in silence as if it's a long-time habit —like friends who no longer feel the need to talk in order to maintain the bond, he's already nice enough to feel unbothered with you, that itself is a bond worthy of simple sentiments, if there’s any existing between your bones.

(who are you kidding, of course you’re sentimental. people often befriend you for their own benefit, it makes you want to crawl into yourself, the layers of the title you’re given have grown thicker; no one else can see you when you’re protected by what you have constructed.)

(but deep down, there’s a friend in your bed who accepts your tears as it is, and you’re happy because they don’t speak ill of you behind your back, they let you ramble until you cling to them in your sleep.)

(you’re happy because nobody is here, just you and your pillow, still alone. hurt becomes a friend you’re ready to share with yourself.)

(you’re happy this way, right?)

a particular memory flashes through your mind, one that causes you to flinch from your daze.

(wrong. happiness doesn’t come in a messy rain soaked in your poor pillows. hurt becomes a bully when you place it upon yourself.)

you were having the worst of anxieties when the day strikes you for the report that was supposed to be due by next week. perhaps its your fault in the first place to forget that he’s never been nice to you or to anyone, and he had the audacity to taunt you when you were ready to bite his head off then and there.

there are days where you simply cannot go by without curling into a corner—literally— and easing your worries in private, this day should not be one of them, but it is.

though to save some good news, you already finished your script anyway. and the topic is quite easy than the others, all you have to do is get up and sort your lines and not freak out when eyes are finally set on you. god, you could practically rip your flashcards with how you’ve been fumbling it with aggressive fingers almost tearing the edges right now.

“what are you doing?”

you let out a painful shreak, panting when the air in your lungs have been knocked out. you’re still crouching, but you turn your head and look up to see golden eyes watching you in such a way that you’re considering leaving altogether.

“rayne?” the calmness of your voice is such a comical contrast to your terrified expression that you want to laugh, if not for the current state that you’re in.

“the prof is coming soon. aren’t you getting ready?”

“i am getting ready” you say, almost sounding upset and salty. your gaze flick back to the pointed corner, not wanting to deal anymore of this. “i’m …nervous, okay. i need to think here.”

you close your eyes and sigh. you don’t need to know that rayne pities you at this moment, you don’t really care how he thinks of you, and you know him enough to discern him as the type to not care of someone like you either. you sigh once more and eventually feel composed. it’s enough to keep you intact—for now, at least.

you fall into complete silence, it stays like this for a while until you hear someone sigh behind you and—why is he still here?

“are you done?” he asks when you turn as you give him an incredulous look, as if saying his question is just plain stupid.

you don’t give him an answer. you stand up to your feet, fixing your robe and patting them down…but you can’t resist the strong pull of his gaze, so you meet his eyes once more, only to be taken aback by how…placid he actually is.

no sharpness in his glare. no spite in the refined lines of his face.

you had to ask, “how did you know i was here?”

“i saw you walked out.”

“i mean how did you find me—“

“does it matter?”

your brows knit together in slight tense, “of course it does.”

he walks away, remaining quiet. if that doesn’t piss you off now, you don’t know what will. your glare behind his head as you follow suit is something you wouldn’t imagine yourself to do, but something about rayne just doesn’t sit right with you at all. none of your peers know this sort of hiding spot that you have, and most definitely your personal magic could have detected the slightest track of presence within 100-meter radius range.

he walks up ahead, remaining quiet which irks you more than it should. you follow suit, already drained to keep persisting him. for a moment you think, if he hadn’t showed up, maybe you’d still be in the slump far longer you can’t endure. maybe, a teeny tiny part of you is grateful, but you’re not one to admit that out loud.

instead, you try to keep up with him, placing yourself beside him as placid as you can muster.

he speaks softly, catching you off guard, “you do that when you’re anxious.”

you’re not quite sure what to say, the way he states it is rather declarative than a question, you nod in agreement. no point denying it.

“you’re not who they expect you to be.”

“w-what?” you give him a glance, he’s still looking ahead.

“to hell with expectations. just do your best.”

that day, you can’t take your eyes off of him. the awe-struck might have been evident on your face, he briefly blinks at you before his walking pace slows down to match yours.

you feel warm, inexplicably so.

you held back a tear, but it still drops for the seed of happiness to suddenly grow.

“hey.” you greet him, slightly jogging to catch up with him.

he slows down, like always. he acknowledges you through with it, feeling relaxed as you both amble throughout campus.

you smile, maybe you’re friends after all.

“i assume you’re not busy?”

“not really.”

rayne leaves it at that, or so you thought. it takes a minute to register what he said, your footsteps coming to a halt. “sorry…what did you say?”

“you can come with me, i need to buy something in the market.”

rayne ames doesn't bother you like the rest; he'll talk to you if the circumstances deem it necessary. things you can list off as 'school-related' situations-

“is this school-related?”

“no? just things i need to check on my list.”

“oh.” you stand there a little too dumbfounded.

a hint of hesitance fleetingly passes through rayne’s gaze. you don’t intend to make it awkward, but you are, and then you chuckle at yourself for doing so. “sorry, that startled me.”

“it’s not obligatory, so don’t worr-”

“i’ll come!” your lips tilt in an enthusiastic grin as you start walking again, “what’s on the list rayne?”

he faintly bumps your shoulder with such nonchalance you honestly find it unfair, your heart is beating unceremoniously against your chest, and your quivering smile gives away too much.

you’re starting to like the prospect of being bothered by rayne regardless if it’s necessary or not. to hell with expectations, you think, you’ll do your best being the happiest version of yourself.

you return the gesture much too late that it earns you a confused look. and then he bumps you again, and again when you follow another, and another. until you’re laughing at him for being silly and you swear you saw a smile ghost across his lips, as fast as a blink, it’s gone.

you would be happy to witness them everyday, if you can. (and that, you shall.)

notes. gonna start writing that drunk and jealous rayne fic i've put on hold last month :]]]]]

© kyoghurts. ★ reblogs & likes are well appreciated!

[realfakedokja]

i uploaded a short-version of this to twitter yesterday but i had brain worms for a new ivantill AU... how are we feelin chat??? should i write it??

post-round 6, canon divergent

till is rescued by hyuna and co. but is devastated by the mixture of grief and regret (gradually turning into self-loathing) and even though he’s free he seems even less happy than before—freedom, huh? at what cost…

ivan is dead but…  exact details as for why/how omitted for spoilers] but basically ivan’s consciousness, memories, everything gets transferred into… just a little guy?? friend-shaped baby alien Segyein. pet-cat-like little thing. 100% certified creature

the first thing ivan does when he starts to adapt to his new situation is find till and make sure he’s okay, bc that. that guy is his whole universe. … he’s been reborn? is it even worth it to live again he’s not by till’s side?? so ivan undergoes a mini STRAY-video game style adventure of trying to find till

ivan is so happy when he finds till, tries to pounce on him right away and grabs his pant legs. till 100% rejects this fucking weird thing bc its an Segyein?? obviously he hates them all, now more than ever after round 6.

(after a bit of time passes) till’s perspective starts to change little by little due to the little guy’s persistence… its stubborn behavior/pathetic begging face/one ‘snaggletoe’ reminds him of ivan so much… 

“it” (AKA ivan) falls asleep on the ledge outside till’s window, cold wind and rain making him extra pathetic… he’s shivering but doesn’t leave no matter how much till ignores him :( ivan is just a clingy baby…    what if i cried actually till sighs under his breath “damn it” and can’t stand something so pitiful so he begrudgingly lets it in. ivan is :3c immediately

some of the life starts to come back to till’s world, the stupid little things that it does like trying to get him to go to sleep and eat regular meals—they’re the same things ivan used to do. he can’t help developing a soft spot for “it” and ends up keeping it

drama on the human base when till is found keeping a segyein, they have a 0 tolerance policy for obvious reasons… ivan is just “but im baby T-T”

happy ending fr i PROMISE…. no more spoilers on how tho

[pumpkinsy0]

hcs about domestic papercut?

WOOOO DOMESTIC PAPERCUT

i hope u dont mind but im gonna slip in some hcs from my 2000s au in here bc i havent talked about it in a bit

FIRST UP 2000s AU WOOO

•curly taught pony how to skateboard by holding ponys hand while pony was on the skateboard and sometimes pony fell onto curly but curly caught him

•pony has an odd amount of vids of curly on his cam corder, perchance he would upload them on youtube and they became one of those lesser known old pioneers of youtube

•curly teaches pony how to play his video games by being close and somewhat holding ponys hand so he gets the ideas of the control, he dont have to do allat fr he could just tell pony the buttons, hes just gay as hell

•LET THEM PLAY DANCE DANCE REVOLUTION TOGETHER, theyd fuck up and step on each others feat a bit but shhhh its ok their shoes r already pretty shitty r

•curly would steal those gaming magazines and him and pony would chill in his room and just read em together

ALRIGHT 2000s hcs over lets get back to the regular ole papercut

•normally curly doesnt like ppl being near him physically and touching him, but he’d always let pony just lay his head on him or just put his whole body weight on him when theyre just chillin

•pony actually does understand some words in kreyòl, curly generally speaks kreyòl and english in his sentences and through context clues pony just picked the meanings up and knows some words

•neither of them ever dresses for the weather, ik for a fact theyve used curlys jacket as an umbrella bc they got caught in the rain

•curly taught pony hot to do that O smoke trick and they both just constantly do it in front of each others face

•if they ever slept together, they dont actually fully wake up u til the other person is fully up, like if pony wakes up and curlys asleep, ponys going right back to sleep, if curly wakes up and ponys asleep, he goes back to sleep, and that just goes on until they wake up together

[clownery-and-fuckery]

a PheeTech headcannon I have based on the storm im sitting through rn:

Phee cannot STAND anything other than mild weather. yes she will suffer through it for the sake of adventure, but she likes it when it's the mildest, most boring ass temp and weather imaginable thank you very much. in particular, she does not like humidity or strong winds.

she combats this by stealing techs clothes. too warm? not in this extra large tshirt shes not. too cold?? not for long her boyfriend has the fluffiest socks in the fucking galaxy. shes a thief, she does not care to hide it. she knows he does the same.

now, Tech? he is the opposite. he was bread and trained for this, obviously, but genuinely he LOVES crazy weather. he likes the heat (to an extent- overstimulation kills his passion for everything) and he likes the rain- he has and WILL stand in a hurricane just for the fun of it. the rain is his favourite <3

^^wind too he likes seeing how far him and a blanket will go. for science.

now, as Tech excitedly and thoroughly either soaks himself in water/sweat from the weather, Phee gets to enjoy hosing him down before letting him set FOOT inside her ship. dude always finds a way to get covered in mud. how does he keep doing that. there should not be mud on him.

^^she also lets him snuggle for warmth after colder adventures/waits till hes nice and cozy to put her cold ass hands down his back. she gets him every time. how.

she also watched him casually just. take a walk. during one of Pabu's more nasty washout/tsunami's and he just. got his ass washed away. he claims he didnt know it was a natural disaster when questioned. Phee does not believe him one bit.

HOWEVER. tech gets a bit nervous in fog. bit of an issue all his brothers have. Phee holds his hand when he wants to go a wandering because she'll bear anything if theres a promise of adventure <3

^^a creature one time literally ripped Tech away and into the fog during a scouting mission and Phee. understands the fear now. a whole lot more.

also Phee and Tech snuggle through thunder. Tech sleeping to the sound while Phee keeps them warm??? your honour they have my heart.

OH how could i forget their snowball fights? theyre malicious. they INVENTED the term "fighting dirty" because wow. they do not hold back. they tag-teamed Wrecker once and he got a cold bc they buried him in snow. crosshair refuses to join them. Tech shares his scarf with Phee and she snuck snow into his hat. no he has not forgiven her yet. no i dont think he ever will.

(their snow-angels hold hands just saying) i would also add that Phee runs hot everywhere except her hands while Tech's temp runs so sporadically that they dont bother labelling it, either he gets extra blankets or he doesnt. its very hard to handle sometimes hes doing his level best.

he manages to always be cool enough to share a blanket with Phee though, just.... just saying........

anyways yeah those are my thoughts on PheeTech and weather. i will probably add more later !!!

[boydepartment]

JAYJAY I HAVE THIS CUTE IDEA THAT YOU MIGHT LIKE

OKAY OKAY….imagine going on a road trip with enha! I THINK IT WOULD BE SO CUTE ESPECIALLY WITH JAKE AND NIKI AAAAHAHEHHDJDDJJ HEHEHEHHEEHHHEHEHEH👹👹👹

Enhypen Headcanons- Road-trip!

HELLLO MY DEAR IT HAS BEEN A CRAZY COUPLE OF DAYS BUT I AM ON IN RN!!!! IM GONNA DO THESE AS LIKE HEADCANONS <3 edit- IM SO sorry this took awhile. i had a ton of birthday stuff and then my friends stayed like the entire weekend. I LITERALLY FINISHED THIS WHILE THEYRE SLEEPING EVEN THO WE HAVE CHURCH TOMORROW ITS LIKE 2:30 AM!

MASTERLIST

JUNGWON- Jay def put him in charge of music mainly because Riki kept playing something INSANE LIKE ASMR ON THE AUX. Jungwon probably plays really nice classical music that makes everyone fall asleep but then will randomly play screamo too so he scares everyone. He lets everyone choose a song though! DEF ASKS TO GO PEE EVERY 20 MILES HE SITS RIGHT BEHIND JAY! His song choice is No More Dream by bts

HEESEUNG- I think be brings up like "lets play ispy!!!" then looked at like Jay like "i spy a grumpy pants!" Just to mess with him while he's driving. Other than that he is the snack keeper. He is in the passengers seat and the snacks are by his feet so no one hogs snacks. One time though Heeseung wanted to mess with Jake by playing tug of war with the bag of chips and you can imagine how that ended. Heeseung's song choice is You got a friend in me by Randy Newman

JAY- HE IS DRIVING. He gives driving vibes yaknow?? He is def a safe driver too, like he isn't driving like a maniac. He always has his blinker on too early and he is driving the speed limit. Can you imagine Jay backing up the car.... ANYWAYS- He has def turned the music off to focus when the car gets tense too Jay's song choice is Mr. Brightside by the Killers or he will just turn on like the oldies radio.

JAKE- He is somewhere in the middle of the van, I also think he gets carsick so bad. Whenever Riki wants him to look at something on his phone if its longer than a quick glance Jake NEEDS to look out the window, otherwise those chips he ate off the floor bc of Heeseung are coming up to land on the floor again. Other than that he loves to sing a long to songs <3 He would probably play the anything off the Guardians of the Galaxy soundtrack!

SUNGHOON- HE HAS THE COOLER W THE DRINKS ALL THE WAY IN THE BACK! They have tea, soda, water, everything. He wanted the seat all the way in the back for this reason. And because Sunoo is just on his phone the entire time. Sunghoon has def accidentally smacked Jake in the head with those sodas that are encased in glass. BY ACCIDENT. He also eats the ice from the cooler.... Sunghoon would play like old songs from I-Land and then be like "remember when so and so did this??" Just to add drama in the car.

SUNOO- On his phone the entire time!!! Next to Sunghoon in the back. He has his headphones in and he is playing a game. Sunoo is very quiet and just does his own thing! Only looks up when he gets a tincy motion sick or when he sleeps <3 He brought his own snacks. SUNOO DOESNT TRUST ANYONE NOT TO EAT THE FOOD W HIS NAME ON IT. "Riki just pick my song for me I am not listening."

NI-KI- "Dude if you throw up, puke on Jungwon..." VOMIT INSTIGATOR He also ended up right in the middle of the car which is really dumb because of how tall he is. mf is literally blocking the rear-view mirror. Riki also purposely will take longer to use the bathroom because before he left he sprayed a TON of axe in the car just to mess w people more. He likes when the windows are rolled down so it works out for him. He probably plays the MOST insane shit ever, like cbat or like REALLY old meme songs JUST to get on everyones nerves. LIKE THE RAINING TACOS SONG "Um I get two songs... Sunoo gave me his choice <3" THIS WHOLE CAR IS JUST A MESS!

[kid-blinks-eyepatch]

Sprace

Spots leg 🦵 🔥

Its movie versions bc i felt like it idk based off a hc my friend had

_race POV-

I whined sleepily when i felt Spot’s arms disappear from around me. He laughed softly and kissed just behind my ear

“Cmon Tony the bell’s gonna ring soon” He informed me. I whined again and rolled over to face him. I opened an eye sleepily and saw him grinning at me. He had himself propped up with an elbow. I whined and pulled hin down on top of me. He laughed

“Tony!” He laughed. We wrestled for a little bit before I settled with my head on his chest and my body curled up next to him. I looked around the room. If you could call it that. There had been two small rooms upstairs the way the Brooklyn lodge had been built. One was for the leader (Spot) and the other was, as Smokes had put it, to fuck in so they don’t traumatize the littles.

“We’re gonna have to get up in like five minutes Ton” he said, petting my hair

“Then we will- I want my cuddles” I replied, huffing. Spot rolled his eyes and kissed me lightly. I wiggled a bit so i was sitting up a bit more and then i saw his leg. 

Now Spot being Spot had a lot of scars. But i knew about almost all of them. I say almost all because his pant leg had gotten pulled up during the wrestling and i could see his left leg. The skin was sort of mottled, with raised lines scattered around it as well. It took up the entirety of his lower calf, and looked like it went higher up. How had I not noticed it before??

Spot looked up me, confusion evident on his face. The blond poked my cheek with his finger and I looked at him

“Yeah?” I asked

“Jus’ let it be” He replied, pulling me down “It’s old I promise”

“Wha- How'd you get it?” I asked him, He went silent for a moment, running a hand through my curls. He eventually just shrugged

“Was a long time ago- don’t matter” He finally replied. I wanted to argue, but the bell rang and Spot rolled out of bed. The sounds of the other Brooklyn Newsies waking up could be heard. I followed Spot and started to get dressed like we had many other times. I watched him out of the corner of my eye. He seemed alright, if a bit upset. 

“You alright Seanie?” I asked him, kissing the top of his head.

“Yeah Im okay” He replied, kissing my cheek before going downstairs. I slipped on my shirt and followed. It was a pretty familiar sight that greeted me. The littles were up and bouncing off teh walls as always while York was attempting to change his shirt with Graves clinging to him. Smokes was trying to herd the littles while Dice was laughing uncontrollably. Knobs had his arms wrapped around his partner's waist while he tried to get a little more sleep. Dice rolled their eyes and shook their boyfriend.

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I looked at Graves as we were walking back. York had agreed (albeit very grudgingly) to help Dutchy with the littles so Graves had gone selling with me. I glanced at him as he walked alongside me. The two of us got along wel, we had similar personalities ourselves, and our boyfriends also had similar personalities.  We got back to the lodge fairly quickly as we hadn’t gone too far selling. 

It had been ominously dark and cloudy all day, so most of the newsies didn’t want to go too far in case they got caught in the rain and developed a cold. That was never any fun at all. We entered the lodge to find it mostly full. The littles (which Brooklyn had a large amount of) were all either playing a game of stick tag or just plain rough housing. Knobs was lying face down with his head in Dice’s lap. Dice running a hand through the other’s sandy curls. I didn’t pay much mind to the other couples or the poker game going on.

 I watched as Graves went over to York, who was absentmindedly pushing a few marbles around on his bunk, and flopped into his lap. The older boy rolled his eye affectionately and kissed him lightly. I went upstairs in search of Spot. He was lying on his bed, looking up at the ceiling. He half-sat up when I entered and he smiled slightly. I grinned and snuggled against him, he put an arm aro I grinned and snuggled against him, he put an arm around Me and I hummed happily

“Looks like it’s gonna storm” I said to him, taking his other hand and playing with his fingers. He laughed slightly 

“Yeah it does” he frowned “I seriously hope it doesn’t though, I’m too tired to calm down everyone” I gasped, feigning shock

“Did you just ADMIT you’re tired????” He cuffed the back of my head and after a short internal debate I moaned. He gave me a withering look and I broke down in a fit of hysterical giggles. He frowned slightly

“It’s not that funny Antonio”

“It is” I hummed, snuggling against him more. The arm that was around me started to play with my hair. I hummed and snuggled more into his side. Spot started to whisper in Spanish to me and I -surprisingly- found myself getting sleepy 

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I guess I must have fallen asleep for a bit because when I awoke next I was alone in Spot’s bed. He must have tucked me in because I was wrapped in his blankets. I snuggled down into them, they were warm. As I slowly woke up I registered the sound of pouring rain. I groaned and stood up, looking out the window. It was cloudy, with rain falling everywhere. 

There was a loud boom of thunder that made me jump. I padded downstairs to the main room. The clock said it was only 7:18, but it was summer so it was usually still light out by now. Dice, Dutchy, and Hotshot were all playing a game of cards. Hotshot and Dutchy seemed unbothered by the thunder and lightning, while Dice would jump anytime there was a thunderclap. Knobs sat next to Dice, his chin resting on Dice’s shoulder.

Smokes was talking to the majority of the littles, presumably telling them a story. Ace was holding tightly onto his boyfriend’s waist, not appreciating the storm. I watched as Smokes put a blanket over Ace and pet his hair. Graves was sitting in York’s lap. The larger boy had his arms around Graves’ middle and his face buried in Graves’ neck. Snoddy was comforting a few terrified littles, patting their backs and such. 

As i looked around i didnt see spot. I looked at Dice, who was nervously fiddling with the small pouch they kept their dice in. 

“Dice?” I asked “You seen Spot?” 

“He went upstairs while you were looking around” came the reply. I blinked, laughing slightly at the mix-up.

“Alright- thanks” I laughed. Dice nodded in response and returned to the game. I glanced over at them one more time and I noticed Knobs was holding their hand, the other arm around their waist. I smiled softly as i went upstairs. 

“Hiii seanie” I grinned as i walked into his room, closing the door “I thought you was downstairs” I said as I turned to face him. He nodded, not replying. I shrugged it off as him being tired and I flopped onto the bed next to him. He glanced down at me, he had that expression on his face where you KNOW something’s bothering him, but you can't figure out what. 

“You okay?” I asked him, pressing a small kiss to his lips. He shook his head, pulling me against him and buryinghis face in my chest. I pet his hair

“Is it the storm? Too loud?” I asked. He shook his head again. I started to run my hands through his shaggy hair. He needed to get it cut soon, I knew he didnt like when it got too long. It wasnt like super long anyways but he wasnt a fan of it.

“S m leg” He mumbled, leaning into me more. I squeezed him against myself, rubbing my hand up and down his back

“Does it hurt?” I asked him softly. He shook his head and started to shake slightly. It took me a minute before I registered that he was crying! I kissed the top of his head, running a hand through his hair again

“S- I-” he managed, his voice shaking along with him “I look like a fucking  monster Ray!” He managed, squeezing me. I continued to run a hand through his hair, enjoying how soft it was. 

“no you don’t spotty” I assured him, stroking his hair and holding him. he continued to shake and he let out a small sob. 

“s-s-s-” He stammered out, shaking violently. Thunder boomed and he yelped, jumping befor hiding his face in me.

“shhh shhh” I murmured “it is okay spotty. You don’t look like a monster”

“i-i-i-“ Spot sobbed “i do Ray- stupid fucking fire fucked up my fucking leg” he whimpered 

“what fire?” I murmured to him, confused. He just shook his head and continued to shake. I carefully picked up s blanket and attempted to pry him off of me. He squeaked and hid his face more

“shh its okay im just gonna put a blanket around ya” i murmured to him, petting his hair. He sniffed and nodded, wiping off his face with the back of his hand. I wrapped him in a blanket and held him against me. he sniffed and looked up at me. I hummed and wiped the tears off his face.

“s-s” he let out a choked noise, face scrunching up as he attempted to speak “fires the reason- reason m here”

I froze for a second. He hadn’t ever talked about why he was in Brooklyn when he was so clearly an immigrant. i kissed his hair

“how so?”

“killed Pa” he mumbled “an Charlie an Austin an Julia” his voice rose in pitch as he spoke, i could see him getting more and more visibly upset. I hugged him against my chest tighter. he hid his face more. I rubbed his back

“i hate to ask” I said gently 

“s fine” he mumbled

“what do you mean?” I asked him softly. I had completely forgotten about the storm until that moment. There was an almost blinding flash of lighting.The thunder was extremely loud, loud enough to the point where you can feel it in your chest. Me and Spot both jumped, I let out an involuntary squeak, and shouts could be heard from below. Spot latched onto me and spoke shakily

“I- there was a fire” he said slowly “an pa an Charlie an Julia got caught inside” he shook “me, ma an Austin got outside- but Austin didn’t last much longer” he sniffled, burying his face “m’leg got caught’fore we made it out an thas why s all scarred up”

“okay” i kissed the top of his head “thank yiu for twlling me” I had plenty of questions for him, but he wasn’t in a condition that i wanted to ask him questions in case i uoset him more. I just set him down on the bed and he whined, wiping his face clumsily as he shook slightly. I didn’t know if he was cold, scared, or upset. I rolled him up in the blanket and he laughed slightly, smiling a bit. i grinned and tucked the now- burritoed Spot under another blanket. he pouted slightly and stuck out his tongue 

“at least come lay with me” he huffed. he was shaking less. maybe he was just cold. He seened ti have calmed down fairly quickly. I laid down ynde the blankets next to him and pulled my boyfriend against my chest

I carefully wiped off his face, kissing his cheeks where the tears had been. 

“you’re very pretty” *i murmured to him, wiggling until i was comfortable “and cute and perfect”

he just rolled his eyes in response, but he smiled a bit more and nuzzled against me. another thunderclap made ups both jump, but it wasn’t as loud as the last one.

“Try and get some sleep” I murmured to him

“okay” he replied, closing his eyes. I carefully kissed his eyelid and he snickered a bit “feels tickly” he informed me. i giggled and squeezed my burrito of a boyfriend

“I love you Sean Patrick Conlon” I hummed “you’re my pretty boyfriend” I kissed the top of his head and i saw what small amount of his face i could see redden

“Love you too Antonio Edward Higgins-Conlon” he giggled slightly. I huffed

“stoppp i knoe what you’re laughing at!”

“eDwArD” he giggled softly. I rolled my eyes and huffed

“Patrick isn’t exactly cool either”

“eDwArDo!” he snickered. I rolled my eyes

“shut up Conlon” I huffed, then looked at him, realizing something “did you call me Higgins-Conlon?”

“maybe” he replied, snuggling against me. I hummed and kissed him again. he smiled

“love you Race”

“I love you too Spot”

[chiiyuuvv]

can you write about seeun & reader & they are best friends and one night they went to convenience store together to get food but when they were about to leave they realized that it was like pouring but reader didn’t bring any umbrella or jacket so seeun gave reader his only jacket and ig it liked made the reader flustered and then like they played in the rain a little then maybe like seeun confesses to reader then they kiss & start dating maybe??

CONVENIENT STORE - SEEUN °

• PAIRING — bestfriend!seeun x gn reader (kinda whiny)

• GENRE — bestfriends to lovers, brief kiss in the rain, a shit show that i somehow managed to write

• WORD COUNT — 730

• AUTHOR'S NOTE — this writers block is insane. Like i have 2 more requests that i ALREADY planned out, yet i STILL am having a hard time writing. Anyways i know this was shit but there prob would be a part 2 (bc of my seeun bestie) so stay tuned

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"Hey.." you eyes flutter open as you feel your body shake. "Go put on some shoes." a voice whispers in your ear, before walking out of your room and closing the door.

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And now you were walking with seeun, his arm wrapped around yours as you rubbed the sleepness out of your eyes. "Sleepy head." He chuckles, ruffling your hair as he drags you to a convenient store.

"Why.. are we here again?" You yawn, shutting your eyes as the bright lights blind you. "To hang out." He simple answers, grabbing a bag of chips and passing it to you. "We hung out yesterday." You reply.

"I missed you." He smiles with a shrug. "And just so you're not sitting down doing nothing all day." He adds, his hands lacing with yours as he drags you to the soda section. "Now do you want blueberry or grape?"

"Blueberry." You answer, your eyebrow raising. "You're acting different today.."

"Because im with my favorite person."

"What do you want??" You cross your arms. seeun wasnt just being nice without any reason; he probably wanted something from you

"To hang out with my favorite person in the whole wide world." He leans down to your level, his nose booping with yours as his sparkly eyes stare at you. "I-" you gulp.

"You two are such a cute couple." A random person comes from beside you, grabbing the drink you were just about to take with a small bow.

"Oh we arent-"

"Thank you!!" Seeun smiles brightly, waving at the girl before taking a strawberry soda and walking away. "Yah!!" You run after him, bumping into his shoulder as you stomp like a child. "What was that for?!" Your arms cross again, a light blush on your cheeks that you just wish wasnt there.

"Aww you look so cute~" seeun pinches your cheek to piss you off further, paying for the food with one hand, opening the bag of chips and stuffing one into your mouth with the other. "Come, come!!"

He drags you to a little sitting area behind the store, stuffing another chip in your mouth to keep you from talking. "Isn't today just nice??"

"It would be nice if you just told me what was going on." You huff, wiping a crumb from your mouth. "Then thats no fun." Seeun opens his drink, looking up at the sky. "Looks like its gonna rain.." he mumbles under his breath, more so to himself.

"It's gonna wha-"

"Lets go!!" He claps his hands, stopping your sentence as he throws the wrappers in the trash. Grabbing your hand, he walks you back to the sidewalk. "I can walk properly on my own, you know." You shake your hands from his, a pout on his face.

"Come on, pleasee??"

"Nope."

"My pookie wookie bear cherry on top-"

"Absolutely not." You cut him off, running ahead of the boy as he laughs. His arms wrap around your shoulders to slow you down, your back hitting his chest as he lifts up your head; his shiny eyes staring back into yours with a silly smile.

"Lemme walk you home." He whispers, leaning down to kiss your forehead when a water drop falls on you. "Eww, did you just drool?!" You exclaim, getting out of his hold.

"No, there was just a drop of water and-" a drop falls on his eyelash. "Why is there- oh yeah its raining." He deadpans, answering his own question as the rain starts to get a bit heavier.

"Well are you just going to stand there?? Its cold.." you rub your arms, turning around to find the boy still not moving for shelter. "Well then take my jacket." Seeun slips off his jacket, passing it to you.

"What, no, you're going to get cold too."

"No, it's fine, take it." He shakes the jacket around for you to take, sighing when you still shake your head no. "Fine, how about we make a deal, you'll wear this jacket and I'll keep myself warm."

"And how would you do that??" You look at the boy confusingly, stepping back when he steps towards you. "Like this.." he whispers before cupping your face, and placing a soft, short kiss on your lips. You get a faint taste of strawberry when he pulls away, his face redder than what he drunk.

"I definitely feel warm now."

[inkiest-silly]

I’m feeling silly and ima just- time to post about MY VER of “if Vincent survived the fire” or shortened to STF

STF vince has cut down on his smoking, he isn't addicted anymore due to having hospitalized for a while and unable to do any packs! He also wears layers over his body and hands so it's less uncomfortable Being his hands are burned - his hard to do things without it feeling weird He is working to upgrade his bistro, and im planning on like Adding a few other characters be he's gonna have a bigger waiting staff - bring its gonna be a bigger establishment His chefs still work for him

His chefs still work for him - cherrie is loyal as hell so definitely not leaving He never got over his love for rody,he feels resentment for what rody did to him- but he just couldn't let go of the man He hasn't seen him in ages- but he sometimes wonders what in the world he's doing now Thoughts lke "Is he happy with what he did to me? Does he think im dead and is happy with it?"

He wears his glasses all the time now- he is half blind so he just, does now. He can't afford to not see well,so he keeps them on They aren't used to Vince with glasses or-even the scars In the back, he wears long sleeved shirts instead and thick gloves-Vince stutters on his words and his voice is a little fucked up and raspy due to rody cutting his throat with a bottle

Talking for a long time hurts his throat, he is still trying to fix some things about himself He isn't as harsh on his employees Other than remmie. Remmie is remmie. He learned his lesson about keeping his house with his establishment He lives only a few minutes away from the new place He walks home Why?

Bc he thinks it's good for strengthening his mussles again And it is So he keeps doing it In the rain? Umbrella. But whenever he is out in the rain- he's reminded of the moment when he had to dry rody off and give him an umbrella-He enjoys the rain on his skin, it's cooling and nice He's taking care of himself only to try and get back to proper health to do more So he isn't as scrawny (He still hates eating but he forced himself to)

Vince involuntarily twitches out of random, his nerves are a little messed up and it's most likely the thing to happen 1 Like to believe rodys tie slipped off his neck during the struggle and Vince still had it even fit is a little burnt Complete opposites in healing omfg

Every Valentine's Day vince will mutter under his breath or think "happy birthday rody" and continue on with his day be he's a sad sorry ass He just wanted love man Hm.. How does rody feel that he killed a man over so hard that he needed to get hospitalized and almost died Bookie if anyone foudn that it was you you'd be put behind bars bookie i EVEN IF IT WAS YEARS AGO

Vince doesn't make an effort to style his hair much,he just doesn't care about his physical appearance anymore He knows he's already physically fucked up so he just, does the bare minimum He also sleeps a lot more,just - trying to stop himself from thinking about rody

-Vince keeps his head low when he's out, he doesn't like to be crowded- somehow- it works. And he's just glad he's short enough to walk without being spotted from a mile away. He still puts up a optimistic, really kind demeanor outside the bistro,but he drops it and just, he's kinder- but just- a little uptight He doesn't like getting into relationships still,he still has his heart for rody but is trying to push it back and away He mutters to himself something of the such when he starts thinking about him "he hurt you for a reason."

Vince has a mini heart attack when he sees male gingers - He wishes he could get another hug like he did once before Sooo He hugs himself to sleep He always has something in the background when he's trying to rest, usually a song

Baby I'd give you a hug

[demonslayerandmha]

Sanemi X Fem Reader (Part 4 Bc why not)

In this one Sanemi and y/n go out on vacation for their honeymoon

WARNINGS: Giyu is a ABSOLUTELY a fucking creep...(sorry to the tomioka simps) little fluff (i don't write smut so its just Sanemi saying that he's horny) Enjoy ///<3///

As you Guys got to a beautiful beach all you could think about is Tomioka and how he was acting and you and Sanemi's Wedding day the look he gave you was still haunting you it gave you such a weird feeling.

"Hey babe, you alright" Said Sanemi as he grabbed your waist from behind.

"Yeah" You replied.

Then you saw something in the distance hiding behind a tree staring at you as it slowly moved away...

"B-Babe did you see th-that" you said almost shaking...

"See what babe?... Are you feeling okay?" Sanemi said.

"Y-Yeah"...."We are alone on this island...Right?" you said as your back leaned into his chest.

"Yeah we are" He said caressing your cheek.

Later that night it was thundering and raining pretty hard as you where brushing your teeth Sanemi came up a grabbed your ass (🌚)

"You Look Good Babe~" he said

"Aww" you replied still brushing your teeth

"Im kinda hor-" he said as you shushed him

"How cute babe, but not tonight" you said turning off the water and laying in bed.

"Goodnight babe" he said laying right beside you

"Goodnight" you said looking out the window while laying down. when the lighting struck the sky lighting up the whole night sky tomioka was there and when it struck again it then Tomioka was gone.

"Babe your sleeping by the window" you said switching him places

"Babe are you sure your okay?" he said

"Yep" you said starting to fake sleep.

(So I'll make a part 4.5 I'm really tired rn and I'm not saving it in my drafts bc last time I did that it disappeared so yeah 😤)

HOPE YOU GUYS ENJOYED

LOVE YOU ALL GET A GOOD NIGHTS SLEEP

[smileymoth]

tw sh

i kind of just want to go back to sleep im hungry and i feel bad and i dont want to do anything i should go out for a walk but its thundering/raining again . i cant even cut to make myself feel a bit better bc im out of clean razors qnd i dont even have plasters and i dont hqve money to buy more !!! my life is a tragedy . I might still go out and use tje last of my coins to buy a cold soda or something AAAHHHHHHH why am i going thru a depressive episode rn nothing happened!!!! Nothing happened why do i want ro kill myself !!! Why cant i be normal !!!

[girlfriendsofthegalaxy]

tuesday again 3/14/2023

one of the good things about the tuesdaypost series is that it reassures me i did actually do things in a particular week, even if the week felt very much like an unmemorable gray blob

listening

Aretha Franklin's Chain of Fools this came on last night as i was making dinner. two (three? let's not think about it) years ago i found the las vegas jazz station bc i wanted something on in the background while i wrote cowboyfic. and now (when i remember internet radio exists) it's in the rotation of things keeping me company while i tend to my databases

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reading

it's been just over two weeks since philip marlowe has burrowed his way into my brain. i have read through most of The Simple Art of Murder, which contains the titular essay and eight novellas/short stories. if you enjoy reading and thinking about criticism as its own genre/art form, this seven page essay is well worth reading. chandler had extremely strong opinions about his colleagues that he kept to himself with varying degrees of success. aside from a brief catty snit at what we now call "cozy" mysteries, it's a very level look at the challenges and limitations of detective fiction as a genre.

The realistic style is easy to abuse: from haste, from lack of awareness, from inability to bridge the chasm that lies between what a writer would like to be able to say and what he actually knows how to say. It is easy to fake; brutality is not strength, flipness is not wit, edge-of-the-chair writing can be as boring as flat writing; dalliance with promiscuous blondes can be very dull stuff when described by goaty young men with no other purpose in mind than to describe dalliance with promiscuous blondes. There has been so much of this sort of thing that if a character in a detective story says, "Yeah," the author is automatically a Hammett imitator. And there are still quite a few people around who say that Hammett did not write detective stories at all, merely hardboiled chronicles of mean streets with a perfunctory mystery element dropped in like the olive in a martini.

i had a tremendous amount of fun reading through the novellas and picking out elements he reused and expanded upon in later full novels.

im yoinking this example from wikipedia but this sequence in The Big Sleep:

The room was too big, the ceiling was too high, the doors were too tall, and the white carpet that went from wall to wall looked like a fresh fall of snow at Lake Arrowhead. There were full-length mirrors and crystal doodads all over the place. The ivory furniture had chromium on it, and the enormous ivory drapes lay tumbled on the white carpet a yard from the windows. The white made the ivory look dirty and the ivory made the white look bled out. The windows stared towards the darkening foothills. It was going to rain soon. There was pressure in the air already.

first appeared in the short story The Curtain:

This room had a white carpet from wall to wall. Ivory drapes of immense height lay tumbled casually on the white carpet inside the many windows, which stared towards the dark foot-hills. The air beyond the glass was dark too. It had not started to rain, yet there was a feeling of pressure in the atmosphere.

when you are an exacting self-editor who will spend five months on one short story i imagine it's quite easy to go back and expand on a previous framework? it is fun to see how the sausage gets made

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watching

the westerner (1940, dir. Wyler). really had me thinking about the Types of westerns i like. this is a perfectly adequate, well-acted little open range vs. homesteaders film with an impressive prairie fire sequence. walter brennan (a guy i love to see) more than deserves his oscar. gary cooper is great as a quick-thinking drifter who scams his way out of a noose. our heroine looks very much like olivia de haviland around the eyes. the original nyt review points out that cooper is very much overshadowed, and cooper only did the movie under duress bc he was worried about this very thing (p. 138-140).

between the fact that the movie thinks cooper should be the lead but brennan steals every scene he's in, this movie does not grab me by the lapels and shake me like some others i could name. part of it is that i do not like brennan's character. he is a self-appointed judge with a 100% hanging rate. i also think this is a totally different movie if you are not a woman, bc his character is INCREDIBLY weird about women. the ending tried very hard and failed to make me go "aw he was all right deep down anyway huh".

the other part of why this movie does not work for me: it starts off as my favorite genre "Some Guy has an incredibly fucked up day" but most of it is about good bible-thumping homesteaders enacting the american dream. what if we all got along??? america's big enough for everyone isn't it?? this movie really pulls its fuckin punches re: any sort of a theme, and i do not like cooper as an actor or brennan's character enough to say i had a good time. this movie does not delve into an aspect of the cowboy western mythos i am particularly interested in, but it is on kanopy, and it is part of my goal to watch every western on kanopy in order to convince the boston public library to add more westerns.

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playing

man i wish fallou/t 4 was good. ive really got to fucking suck it up and start rdr2 even though i know it will consume my life in a time where i do not have a ton of time to spare

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making

chicken fajitas. no pics all gone.

also: 6/10 baby blanket repeats. im trying to get this out by midapril so if i decide to fly down and look at apartments in person i can deliver it in person. so far i am happy with this rate of progress. i am going to frown about the edging for a while when im done knitting the body but that's a problem for future kay

[wigglesforsquiggles]

im bored af and meant to be asleep so i think its a perfect time to do some song recs compeltely unprompted

firework by &team whenever i make a new playlit i have to physically hold myself back from adding this song automatically. has the vibe running to catch the firework show on guy fawkes night with your friends, desperation and excitement wrapped into one.

Quicksand by Thomas Chaplin a nostalgia hit from my childhood. has the vibe of looking up at a raining sky and wishing desperately for more than you have, perfect for singing in the shower

Dead Bird by McCafferty on a theme of desperation, a recent dig up of an old favourite. has the vibe of bitterly reminiscing on the good and bad of the past with your bedroom ceiling laying on your unmade bed. stiches in your lungs that hurt when you breath too deeply.

Apocolypse by Cigarettes After Sex a random find of a spotify generated recommendation, and i am forever grateful. has the vibe of putting your phone down 1am and taking a deep breath before you turn over to sleep and realising you're close to tears. a gentle and wistful little song.

Gold by Spandau Ballet i found this song from buying a playlist cd in a charity shop, and then suddenly heard the song everywhere after listening to it. has the vibe of just falling short of what you wanted and lamenting half heartedly to a friend about it.

this has made me realise i like sadish songs a little too much haha. i am turning this into a tag game bc i found this fun and enjoy seeing why people like the songs they do.

list 5 of your current fav songs (and add a little description of why u like them if u want). no pressure ofc

@hecksee @boonmeams @confidentconfusion @sleepysat @plutotries @simplydm and anyone who wants to give it a go :D

[hearteyedbunny]

2 5 19 44 and 60 for any ship u want? ☺️

yay! i think im just gonna alternate on whatever ship feels right for the question :)

What would they do if the other woke in a manic state after a nightmare?

danse/art - ouughhh this happens quite often actually. both of them have frequent nightmares. if art has a nightmare, danse grounds him by talking to him. just about anything and everything, art isnt really listening but the sound of danse's voice keeps him steady and lets him focus on something. art also needs to touch something to ground himself, so he will probably stroke danse's arm until he can breathe again. sometimes tho art just needs to be alone and have some space to himself, so danse allows him that as well when he needs it.

for when danse has nightmares...hm. he probably doesnt show fear very often, so its hard for him to open up and show that part of himself to art. but art is there for him, just holding him and petting his back or his hair soothingly. i can also see danse needing to just, get up and do something to distract himself bc he cant go back to sleep. so maybe art joins him in doing whatever so that he isnt alone

Describe their cozy night in

shane/me - u KNOW me and shane will take any excuse to stay in and cuddle haha. we'd cuddle up with some snacks on the couch, sharing a blanket while shane plays a video game and i just watch while i lean on him <3 even better if its raining outside!!! thats the good shit

How do they feel about PDA?

danse/me - danse does not like pda at all, actually. its not that hes embarrassed or anything, he just likes to keep things...private? i suppose? im okay with some pda, like holding hands or a quick peck on the cheek, but im not super big on it either so its okay

Who would dance in the kitchen making dinner? Would the other join in or watch from the doorway?

mulder/me - ohhh this screams mulder. he'd have some music playing softly while he makes dinner and id catch him dancing around the kitchen a lil hehehe. i dont dance, but id waltz around the kitchen with him for a minute or two before i got embarrassed ,,, he'd wrap his arm around my waist and pull me close and look down at me with that stupid smile. AUGH....

Who pulls the other closer when they’re sleeping?

danse/me - i feel like even in his sleep danse would want me close to him..........subconsciously pulling me closer bc he wants to protect me and always have me by his side........i am gay