#comfortable with each other

[lulublack90]

Prompt 29 - Frost

@wolfstarmicrofic December 29, word count 816

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He took a deep breath and unlocked the door at the top of the stairs that led to his flat. Flat was a generous name for it. Bedsit was probably more accurate. It was all one room, but he’d sectioned off where his bed sat with a collection of blankets he’d collected from charity shops and sewn together. He’d thought the giant picture of a grey tabby kitten on a hot pink background had been funny when he put it in the centre of the fabric divide, but now he felt ridiculous. He cringed inwardly. He could hardly hide it either. It was the first thing your eye was drawn to when you entered the place. 

He heard Sirius snort behind him. 

“Interesting decorating choices,” he said. Remus turned to look at him, but Sirius was only teasing; there was no judgment there—well, maybe a little. 

“Please, sit,” Remus told Sirius, waving his hand towards the bright green sofa he’d got off a guy from across the street who was moving out and hadn’t found anyone to buy it. It was horribly uncomfortable. Whoever had designed it clearly didn’t have a spine, or else it wouldn’t have been so bad to sit on. It did, however, fold flat into a single bed. Remus tended to drop it flat when he used it and piled his duvet and pillows behind him to lean on while he played Crash Bandicoot. He was on the lookout for a replacement, but sofas were damn expensive. 

Sirius sat down and gazed around the room, taking everything in while Remus flitted about tidying up. He’d left plates, chocolate wrappers and, to his absolute horror, a pair of socks on the coffee table. He snatched them up and threw everything in the kitchen area, bar the socks. They went in the hamper outside his minuscule bathroom. 

“What do you want to drink?” He asked, coming back to where Sirius was waiting patiently for him. “I have tea, coffee, water?” He said the last item with a smile stretching his lips, unable to keep a straight face. 

“Hmmm, actually, I’d kill for a cuppa. Black, no sugar. Please,” Sirius answered, wiggling on the sofa, trying to find a comfortable spot. Remus was a bit stunned. You didn’t find many people who drank tea like he did. It was a staple when he went out to remind everyone not to put milk in his drinks. They got it right about half the time. 

He came back with two steaming cups of tea and a plate of chocolate hobnobs. Sirius reached out and grabbed one. 

“I’m liking you more and more Remus,” Sirius beamed at him as he bit into the chocolate-oaty biscuit “Although. I’m sorry Remus, but is there something wrong with your sofa?” He complained, cracking his shoulders as he stretched his back. 

“Erm, yeah, sorry, it's shit. It was free. Here, hop up, and I’ll put it how I normally have it.” Sirius obediently got up, and Remus quickly dropped the sofa flat. He walked behind the blanket curtain and grabbed everything off his bed, making sure there weren’t any pants hidden in them, and plopped them down onto the sofa bed. He manoeuvred his pillows and duvet until he’d made a little backrest for them both. Sirius just stared at him when he was done. 

“Is this your idea of getting me into your bed?” Sirius asked, the corners of his lips twitching as he tried to hold in his laughter. Remus blushed beet-red. 

“Oh—er—no, I swear—I…” Sirius clapped him on the back and got onto the makeshift seating. He shuffled until he was comfortable and looked up at Remus expectantly. Remus didn’t know what else to do but sit down and turn the TV on.

He couldn’t remember what he’d been watching, but when he turned the DVD player on, the beginning of an episode of A Touch of Frost was playing. 

“Are you watching Frost?” 

“Er yeah, the entire box set was in the charity shop down the road for a fiver and I couldn’t pass up the bargain. I don’t have a TV licence, so I just watch DVDs…” He petered out. He didn’t know why he kept oversharing. Sirius didn’t need to know all this. “I have loads of movies and stuff if you want to pick one?” Sirius turned to him with his mouth aghast. 

“Are you mental? Don’t you dare turn Frost off,” And just to make sure Remus didn’t, Sirius snatched the remote out of his hand and put it out of his reach. Remus was slightly taken aback, but when he sat back and Sirius moved so he was pressed up against Remus, he forgot to care, and they watched a few episodes of A Touch of Frost while they drank their tea and munched their way through the biscuits.  

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[swan2swan]

Whoever conceived and animated this moment, I hope they're doing well and thriving. This is S-rank romance stuff here.

[neostellarjpg]

i like ralsei hes so regular and nothings going on with him

[cronchy-baguette]

When all this is over, will you stay with me? For good?

[churomo]

hello user churomo!! i hope its okay requesting u to add smth to our smilk and furina bffs agenda (they are besties trust)

ohhghg yeah…… this one has a kick to it

[artsymeeshee]

random doodles of the best boys of the sea 🌊

(Do NOT tag as ship please :T)

[cheriafreya]

Ratio and Aventurine before Rota Fortunae's events

[starry-bi-sky]

I am loudly pushing the batdad agenda i am loudly pushing the— DPxDC Prompt

“Woah. You look like shit."

Granted, that’s probably not the first thing Danny should be saying to the guy that just bit the curb, but in his defense; he’s not running on 100% right now either.

The man -- tall, towering, and broader than Danny is tall -- whips around on his heel, black frayed cape flaring out impressively. Danny would've whistled in appreciation, but he takes the time instead to wipe the back of his hand across his mouth, smearing the blood running from his nose across his cheek.

"Sorry." He blinks widely, not even flinching as the man with the horns zeroes in on him. "That was rude of me. I have a really bad brain-to-mouth filter; Sam says its what always gets me into trouble."

And she's not wrong either, per say. His smart mouth is what landed him in this situation -- with blood blossom extract running through his veins and cannibalizing the ectoplasm in his bloodstream. Thanks Vlad.

The man grunts at him; a short, curt "hm" that shouldn't make Danny smile, but he does because he's somewhat delirious and probably concussed. The man keeps some kind of distance, sinking towards the shadows of Gotham's alleyway like he dares to melt right into it.

If it's supposed to scare Danny, it doesn't work. Danny's never been afraid of the dark; he's always been able to hide himself in it. He blinks slowly at the mass of shadows.

"You look hurt." The shadows says, blurring together around the edges. Danny squints, and licks his lips to get the blood dripping down his chin off. Ugh, he hates the taste of blood.

"I am." He says, "My godfather poisoned me. M'dying." The agony of the blood blossom eating him from the inside out looped back around to numbing a while ago, so all he feels is half-awake and dazed.

"Hey," Danny stumbles forward towards the man, a bloodied hand reaching out to him. "You-- you're a hero, right? You're not attacking me; which is more than I can say for most costumed people I've met." Maybe it's a poor bar to judge someone at, but he's already established that Danny's not in his right mind.

The man makes no change in expression, but Danny realizes blearily that it's hard to tell with the shadows on his face. He stays still long enough for Danny to latch onto the cape -- stretchy, but almost soft under his fingers.

He looks up blearily into the whites of the man's eyes. "Can you help me? I don't-- I don't wanna die." Again. He doesn't wanna die again. He blinks slow and lizard-like. "I mean- I'll probably get to see mom and dad again, but I told them I'd at least try and make it to adulthood."

There's a clatter down the street, and Danny's ghost sense chills up his spine and leaves a bitter, ashy taste in his mouth. He immediately knows who it belongs to even before the deceptively gentle; "Daniel?" echoes down the way.

"Daniel? Quit your games, badger, Gotham is dangerous for children."

Danny's mouth pulls back, and blood spills against his tongue. "Please." He rasps, and grabs onto the shadow's cape with both hands. "Please. He's going to kill me. Please--"

"Daniel? Is that you?"

His lips part, dragging in air to plead with the darkness again. He doesn't need to, the whites of his eyes narrow, and the cape whirls around him before Danny can blink. Soon swaddled in shadows, the Night lifts him up, and steals him away.

[willyhoos]

whenever i see stuff abt "we need more tails and sonic dynamic where they're SIBLINGS!" and it's just them being rude to each other i get so sad. they do NOT talk to each other like that!!

sometimes they tease, yeah, BUT:

sonic knows better than anyone that tails is still a child, that he's been through a lot (and thus has some particularly sensitive spots,) and the usually brusque/brash sonic very clearly adopts a softer tone with his lil bro! he's also willing to slow down and (gasp) take care of himself a little better for tails' sake. we also see he gets pretty protective of him...

he has absolutely no problem indulging tails' interests and needs!! sonic thinks tails is adorable!! sonic thinks tails is incredible!!

and TAILS thinks his brother is the coolest thing in the world!! he wants to emulate and be more like him! so while he's inherited some of sonic's attitude (and he's earned the right to use it) he would NOTTT just. straight up insult sonic to his face, much less mean it. don't forget that tails canonically thinks this blue energy rat is incredibly cool

why would u want to make this relationship into a stereotype? they're not typical brothers, they formed this special unbreakable bond themselves!! its unique! its built off of understanding and perfect synchrony!! fundamentally it is sonic gently taking tails in and showing him kindness for the first time, and tails striving every day to emulate his hero! there's no want, no need, and no room for needless cruelty!

[inkskinned]

i'm a little afraid to go to pride this year. many of us are, a little. sitting around our tapas and video games, the silence that hangs over the discord server. it feels different, we say.

we're privileged. the community that came before us laid the groundwork so i could be raised in a different world, and i will never forget their sacrifices and dedication. they gave us this: a pride that feels like community and celebration and joy. i remember the first few times i went to a queer event - i'd been raised so catholic. feeling safe like that, for the first time... it saved my life. i go to pride to celebrate that feeling - my people, laughing. out in the sun, the way we couldn't have been even 25 years ago. that feeling: no wonder we call it "pride."

who am i to be afraid anyway. there are parts of the world where people are doing much better work than i am. but it's just: i felt at home there, you know? and this year feels different. we are waiting on the dam to break. last year, at boston pride, there was a whole gaggle of sign-holders shouting about jesus. you walk around them and try not to let it get to you.

this year, i'm going to DC's pride with my girlfriend. google sends me concerns about if it's safe to exist in trump's america, if World Pride is a bigass target on all of us. every article uses the words "safety concerns" many, many times. three days ago i witnessed a shooting.

even straight people keep telling me - people are weird lately. sometimes we blame it on Covid and sometimes we blame it on the full moon. but i do remember a time before this, right. it's not just that people are more comfortable being rude. it's this strange, outwards violence. a comfort in being cruel.

it's a big hole to fall down anyway. it's not like they're going to do anything to make pride safe, not really. i don't want a police presence as the solution. and what if this is just fearmongering! what if this is just to get us to stop attending our own events! what if everything is actually fine, and i'm just freaked out by the stated intentions of our president!

and what if i'm just listening to things that are being said. what if i'm weighing the shape and size of this america accurately.

my mother calls me. she's been getting the articles too. i assure her i'll be careful, but i put the phone down and stare at it. i'm going to go to pride. other people made it safe for me, it is my duty and my honor to show up for my community. the only thing we've ever had was each other. it was always an act of bravery. being ourselves is brave.

but i am afraid. i lay out my outfit and i kiss my girlfriend. i cut my nails and clean up my undercut. i hold her hand and hang the sunset flag. the sound of this america feels different. like a volcano trembling. i will love her and i will love being queer and i will sing over the noise of it.

but ... still. in the back of my mind. that feeling, like something terrible has been shifted. like somewhere in the night - they remembered we're different.

[cirrocula]

my rendition of the steven panel

[tillydouspart]

mannerisms

[mycapofmisfortune]

Established!Ghoap who dress each other before missions, putting the tac-vests on the other, tightening up the straps, running hands down each other's front to be certain that nothing is out of place.

Ghost who puts extra pencils in his pockets in case Soap runs out of his own and can't sketch, Ghost who puts snacks he knows Soap likes in his pockets, extra C4 because he knows Soap will run out of it, Ghost who dedicates an entire leg full of pockets for extra medical things because he can't stomach the idea of Soap getting hurt and not being able to treat the wound.

Soap who has started to carry extra knives on him, sharpened just the way Ghost had taught him to. Soap who carries protein bars because he knows Ghost prefers them when they're in a safe house, easy and fast to eat. Soap who always carries extra skull balaclavas with him, one for him in case he needs it and a spare for Ghost.

Ghoap who always say "I love you" before a mission even if they're mad with each other for whatever reason, because if it's the last time they hear it, at least they did.

[kinky-cas]

dean and cas get a split king bed because cas prefers an extra firm mattress but dean loves his memory foam. this ends up not actually mattering though because as soon as they’re together dean spends most nights sleeping flopped directly on top of cas while cas plays candy crush on his phone. but who cares when cas gets a weighted blanket and dean gets the best sleep of his life feeling safe and knowing exactly where cas is

[zeropro]

never let go