#just a little snippet

[sonicthehedgehoglover2]

Isabeau reaches his hand out, and you warily watch it out of the corner of your eye. Isabeau’s palm brushes against your cheek – sweaty but warm – and your body unconsciously flinches from the sudden contact.

Isabeau’s fingers curl, and he starts to pull his hand away. “Sorry, Sif,” he says gently, understandably.

You grab his hand with both of yours, holding his large palm in your smaller hands. Isabeau’s brows practically shoot up into his hairline. “I-It’s okay.” You guide Isabeau’s palm to your cheek, and its warmth envelops it. You melt into it with a sigh. “I’m just not used to it.”

You look up at Isabeau.

(You search his expression briefly, looking for some sign of disgust-)

Isabeau’s cheeks are dark, and his face breaks out in a comforting smile. He brings up his other hand, and he cups your face in both of his hands. His thumb brushes at something underneath your eye – a tear? Stars, you’re crying – but he still looks at you like you’re something special. “Then, we’ll just have to change that.”

Your face burns.    

[bellysoupset]

Girl, Soup, I need to confess!!😭

I saw that question about sneezes, and all I can think about now is my adorable bby blondie's lil sneezes (Leo, if that wasn't painfully obvious).

I need to request him with a cold!!! Maybe Jon has a day off and is chilling at home, and he's surprised when Leo comes home from work early. And he realizes that Leo is all sniffly, voice a bit scratchy, and a little bit feverish. I'm not thinking full-on delirious fever, but maybe a mix of dizziness, clinginess, wanting to be babied, and even a lil bit emotional for whatever reason??? And Jon is just so in love and finds Leo absolutely adorable when he's all clingy and cute, especially with those lil cute sneezes!!!!!!!!!❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Oml, I'm way too in love with your OCs😭. This idea is just so cute to me!!!! Short fic or long one, I NEED this!! Leo being a big baby is my f-ing medication, Soup!!

(PS, new Aiden fic coming up soon, as you requested!!😉)

"C'mere," Jonah said, picking up JD off the floor and falling on the couch himself. The cat let out an indignant meow, but she didn't move away from him as he squirmed against the cushions, smoothing his hand over her fur. Jonah smiled, bumping his own nose with his kitten's own little triangular nose, "you're so cute," he whispered, keeping his voice low despite being alone in the house.

JD meowed again, purring and stepping on his chest so she could rub her head to his chin several times. He kissed her between her ears, "I love you too, darling..."

His heart jumped straight to his throat as the front door of their apartment opened and in marched Leo. Jonah's ears were buzzing, whole face aflame with embarrassment and he wondered how much of this uncanny display of affection his fiancé had seen. He was about to ask Leo, when the blonde let out a groan and sat in the armchair opposite to him.

He was folded in half, elbows on his knees and head buried in his hands, fingers curling at the root of his hair.

Jonah frowned, "what's wrong?"

Leo let out a groan and Jon let go of JD in order to sit up correctly and scoot closer. He was about to touch Leo's shoulder, when the blonde suddenly jerked with a series of tiny, dainty sneezes.

Jonah's jaw fell and he took one second before cackling, "how- Oh my god, that was adorable!"

"Shuduup, jerk," Leo whined, sitting up straight and rubbing at his nose. Now close enough to inspect him, Jonah could tell his blue eyes had the overt shine of a fever and his nose looked red and raw from much blowing and rubbing with tissues.

"I didn't know you sneezed like that! How didn't I know?!" Jonah exclaimed, moving closer and Leo swatted his hand away when the man tried touching his cheeks and forehead to feel for the fever, "it's so cute."

"Fuckoff," Leo slurred, before his body betrayed him again and he let out another minuscule sneeze that made Jonah smile widely, a fit of cuteness aggression causing him to squish Leo's cheeks between his hands and give him a peck. The blonde glared at him as he managed to pull back, "hope you get sick."

Jon rolled his eyes, getting up to grab the thermometer, but the minute he moved to get out, Leo wrapped his arms around his waist and buried his face against Jon's stomach, "no, stay, don't go."

"I thought you told me to fuck off?" Jonah teased him, lowering his hand back down to Leo's head and petting his hair. His boyfriend muffled a groan against his stomach, which quickly morphed into a series of coughs. Still, he refused to let go, arms locked around Jonah's waist.

"-'msorry, don'wanna be alone," Leo rasped out, a moment later, his voice flickering and disappearing in between syllables, "feel like shit."

"I know," Jonah kissed the top of his head, "I wasn't leaving, I was gonna grab the first aid kit, baby."

Leo's face turned red at his own assumption Jonah was about to walk out on him and he nodded, loosening his grip, but his hands fell to the waist of Jon's pants instead of fully letting him go, "you're not mad?"

"When you sound that cute?" Jon rolled his eyes, "not even if I tried really hard."

[writing-whump]

Hospital wait

"Shouldn't we call them?" Matthew asked into the silence. They stood in the hallway of the intensive care unit for the past hour, waiting to be let in.

Seline stood frozen solid with her arms crossed and expression unreadable. It was scary how much like Isaiah she could get sometimes. He couldn't pick up anything, like the door was shut on her heart.

"Call who?" Her tone carried absolute disinterest. She could barely look at him, no matter how composed she seemed.

Matthew cleared his throat, shifting weight from one foot to another. "Hector and Arnie. Shouldn't they...know? Be here?"

Seline stared through the screen that separated the waiting room from the patients like he said nothing. Did she hear him?

"...No."

"No?"

"It will be difficult enough for him when he wakes up. The doctor said we should try to keep him calm. He feels a lot of stuff with his brothers around, but calm isn't one of them."

"I don't know...I feel bad for them. They should know."

She scoffed in his direction, but it seemed even that was too little to actually give him the attention of a whole look. "Now you are feeling for somebody else?"

Matthew winced, biting into his lower lip so hard he could taste blood in his mouth.

"Look, it's the same logic. What's the best for Isaiah right now? I don't think stressing him out about whether they should or shouldn't see him is wise right now. It's for him to decide if they bring him comfort and he shouldn't be deciding anything in the near future."

Matthew didn't like that, but he also couldn't come up with any arguments. He was willing to never talk back to Seline for the rest of his life if it helped ease the guilt he felt.

The sheer disgust in her voice, when she talked to him was torture.

God, he messed up. And the worst thing was, he didn't know the right answer still.

Isaiah would know. Isaiah would figure out a way to solve this, to explain and understand everyone's feelings.

But Isaiah wasn't currently here. Or he was, but there were complications in the post operative phase or whatever that meant.

Matthew didn't understand everything the doctor said—he was experiencing rather unnerving blackouts in attention—only that it left him with a dreadful feeling between his ribs.

He wanted Seline's touch more than anything. He wanted comfort and he wanted to give it. He wanted them to be facing this together. It was difficult enough, but on their own?

It was only half a day of her being angry and he already couldn't stand it.

The whole situation was making him want to cry, throw up and scream at the same time. It was confusing enough his shadow was jittery and paralysed by undecision.

Which was great, in a way. At least it wasn't rearing up.

Matthew perked up as he heard the footsteps nearing and turned towards the door.

The doctor came in and headed directly towards them.

"There is nothing to worry about," he said at their expressions. "He is stable. But there has been significant swelling in the heart and the surrounding tissue after the operation. It's not uncommon. We are leaving his chest open for now to help ease it up, so there isn't too much pressure on his lungs."

Matthew swallowed heavily. Seline paled next to him, but managed to pose the next quesiton. "He won't wake up, will he?"

"He is heavily sedated, but his body burns through the anaesthesia quicker because of his shadow. There is a risk he might wake up sooner than we are able to close the chest. It would be for the best if you stayed near him in case that happens. Keeping him as calm as possible is very important right now."

Yeah, that sounded like a plenty gruesome thing to wake up to, especially after a freaking heart attack. Matthew felt nauseous just listening to it.

"Of course," Seline said like open chests and heart surgeries were part of her study programm. "Can we see him now?"

The doctor nodded. "We got him into a separate room. And you said you don't want his name appearing-"

"Yes. It will be safer that way," Seline agreed. Matthew had no idea when she made that deal. But it was good. They didn't need the city or the packs sniffing this out about Isaiah's condition or he would be in even more danger.

Matthew realized that secret name or not, Wolfsons giving them out or not, he was not moving from this hospital until Isaiah could stand on his own.

There was no way in hell he was letting any other wolf near the entrance.

"Thank you," Seline said, aiming for the door. She didn't stop to wait if he was coming too.

Matthew just hoped she didn't doubt he would.

[sweetbrier2908]

morning realization

one day, he wakes up and realizes that flame of wrath is no longer burning in his chest.

one day, he wakes up and the very first thing that he want to do is "accidentally" encountering sir cat and telling him about the book he had finished before went to bed.

one day, he wakes up and decides today he's going to have a latte instead of normal bitter black coffee (so when he kisses the human a good morning kiss, they won't complain about the bitterness on their lips).

one day, satan wakes up and the waves of tranquility hit him. he does not feel angry, he does not want to curse lucifer or any of his brother, he does not want to do anything particular either. he stares at the human who is laying next to him and he suddenly realizes: so this is love.

so this is love.

kind of love that gives you tranquility. kind of love that makes you feel calm. kind of love that makes you want to do nothing but spending your time with them.

one day, satan realizes that now he's so in love with the human and now he can't let them go (neither do they).

one day, satan realizes that the human is so in love with him too.

"hey, good morning, prince charming"

[lets-try-some-writing]

Pretender AU-

I know that Liege Maximo is quite the manipulative talker, but how he will rule the Cybertronians that are left, IF there would be any left. With them dying left and right, it would make them overall more paranoid and hostile. And Liege Maximo is going to be a bug of all things!

Allow me to answer this via a short story!

Previous part here.

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"How will you rule the children of Primus after this war ends?" The Firstborne asked into the open air.

"They will be frightened, in need of a leader. No matter how many fall, they will want someone with knowledge to safeguard them." Liege Maximo responded in Optimus's processors. It was an unsettling feeling, but tolerable.

"They will be paranoid due to my young walking among them." Optimus reminded the only Prime willing to guide him. Silence reigned for a moment before Liege answered again.

"That is true. But once I offer the knowledge I have, and with some assistance from you to create a series of events that showcase my value, they will accept me among their number." The Prime of lies supplied hopefully. Optimus frowned but said nothing. So many millennia locked away in the Matrix... the ancient Prime had no idea how mecha of the modern world would behave. There was no more castes to protect him, no more strings to pull aside from the ones Optimus offered.

All the Firstborne would need to do was walk away, and the children of Primus would destroy the Prime of lies without a second thought. It was a wonderful way to dispose of a potential threat. But first, before he could plan, Optimus needed to know Liege's mind better.

"You will have the frame of one of mine. They will sense that you are of my brood." Optimus pointed out as he gazed out on the battlefield. Three more of his larva had been discovered before they could consume their hosts. A dreadful loss.

"My spark is more powerful than any mortal. My CNA is engrained in my very being. My code will overtake the larva's in no time once I am connected to it." Optimus's mandibles chittered briefly before he hid them again. This could be an issue later. But it also implied that there was room for restoration of old sparks.

Interesting things to experiment with later.

"I understand." Optimus affirmed before walking back to base. Liege was cunning. If he mech received a frame, there was a good chance he would turn against Optimus and his ilk eventually. It was not a risk he wanted to take.

He couldn't keep the mech within the Matrix. Who knew what the Prime could do in his anger. No, Optimus would need to dispose of him in the way he did all other obstacles.

An unfortunate accident sounded the best. that way Liege couldn't pin his second death on Optimus and return later to kill his descendants.

[together-we-are-1]

Justin paced the kitchen. His father should be home by now. It was getting dark.

"Hey, Justin, buddy!"

Justin perked up at the familiar voice. Finally!

"Hi Dad! You're finally home!" Justin squeaked.

"Yes, buddy, I am. But only for an hour or two, alright? I assume you've already made yourself dinner? What do ya want to do tonight?" He ruffles Justin's hair playfully.

"I have made dinner! Broccoli and porkchops, just like you said!" Justin smiled.

His dad laughed once and smiled back down proudly. "That's good."

Justin watched him as his father stumbled away into the living room and slump down on the couch.

"Are you okay...?" Justin asked cautiously.

His dad said nothing, but motioned for his son to join him. Which Justin did.

They both settled peacefully into the couch. His dad grabbed the remote and began clicking through different channels, eventually landing on their favorite, TMNT.

Justin laid his head on his dad's shoulder and smiled as the show continued playing. Things flew across the screen as the bad guys tossed debris at the humanoid turtles

After an hour, his dad gently moved Justin off.

"Dad?" Justin asked. "Where are you going?"

"I have to get to work again, son. I'll see you tomorrow?" His dad gets up and quickly darts around the house, gathering everything he needs.

The show forgetten, Justin gets up from the couch and grabs his dad's hand before he leaves the house.

"Please don't go dad." Justin whimpered. "I can't live without you."

His dad sighed. "Buddy, you know pretty much everything there is. You can do this I promise." He starts out the door again. Justin doesnt let go.

"But what if you never come back?" A loud shout comes from the TV, almost drowning out his plead.

His dad sighs again and turns around to crouch before Justin. "I'll be back son. I will always come back." And with that, Justin lets go of his hand, and his dad stands up, turns around, and closes the door behind him.

Justin is left staring at the door. A single tear runs down his face. His father...never came back.

[thephantomhood]

Dream Journal- Entry #1:

We’re walking along a busy road. Neither of us speak French, so we have to keep a low profile to go unnoticed here. Your information is worth everything, and if we are caught we will be lucky to just be killed.

You are new to this kind of life, and you’re asking too many questions. But you will learn if you survive for long enough.

From the side of the street, a woman calls the name I’m going by. I’ve been working in this city for too long it seems. Luckily she speaks only in Italian, and while mine is rusty, it is still passable.

She greets us, and I make sure to introduce you as my husband who unfortunately does not speak Italian. She seems disappointed, but we are in France, so it is to be expected.

She owns a popular restaurant here, and insists we come have a meal on her. I think she’s taken a liking to me recently, she says I remind her of her daughter.

It is a delay in our journey, but at least we will be safe inside her establishment. She may not know what we are doing, but she sure as hell wouldn’t let any officers into her restaurant and harass her guests.

It’s empty inside, but it’s peaceful. I think we deserve a little bit of peace before the next step in our journey. Its only going to get worse from here my friend.

[trentcrimminallybeautiful]

a brief scene from the selkie au i'll probably never write

Trent Crimm, rather unexpectedly and abruptly, is engaged. Ted has seen that look before.

[chobit92]

Boardwalk Empire: Mickey Doyle: New Years Eve

(Mara walks up to the door of Mickey’s apartment. She knocks on it and waits. She’s just wondering if he might be out when the door opens. Mickey is stood there looking a little dishevelled. Strands of hair fall into his eyes and his clothes are rumpled and undone. He looks a little surprised to see her.).

Mickey: Mara hey. Um...

Mara: Hey. I bought us a bottle. Thought we could see in the New Year.

(She holds up a bottle of champagne.).

Mickey: Oh champagne huh? You shouldn’t have.

Mara: Aren’t you going to let me in?

Mickey: Well it’s not really a good time right now. Um...

(A woman suddenly appears at his side giggling. She looks at Mara.).

Woman: Oh. Hello.

Mara: Hello.

(Mickey looks a little sheepish.).

Mara: Sorry to interrupt your evening. I’ll just...

Woman: Oooh champagne. Well now it is a party isn’t it?

(Mickey laughs.).

Woman: Well come in. Maybe we can have a threesome.

(Mickey laughs again.).

Mara: No thank you. But you’re welcome to the champagne.

(She hands Mickey the bottle and he takes it. Tears have filled Mara’s eyes and Mickey stares at her. She smiles.).

Mara: Have a nice evening.

(She looks at Mickey.).

Mara: Happy New Year Mickey.

(Mara turns and walks off.).

Woman: Happy New Year hon!

(The woman giggles and grabs Mickey’s tie.).

Woman: Now where were we?

(Mickey laughs and closes the door.).

[goingthruthedishwasher]

You’re splayed out on the bed- this enormous thing Price organised for the four of you-

It was delivered by two moving guys who already looked overwhelmed at the prospect of getting it out of the truck, let alone carrying it down your garden path & into your attic bedroom. Lucky for them, Soap took it as a personal challenge to organise Simon (mostly), Gaz (somewhat) and Price (not at all) to lift and carry the bed up park, through the French doors and the stairs.

Price pulled you onto his lap, and you both sat on the deck admiring your men (pretend to) struggle under the weight of the mattress. Price lit a cigar and snuck a hand up your shorts-

“Well then missy, I suppose we better find something to put it on.”

“You didn’t think to get a bed frame?” You turn into him, as he takes another drag, “that might be the most guy thing you’ve ever done.”

“Ah don’t worry about it sweetheart,” he huffs, his fore finger skimming the elastic of your underwear, “ ‘m sure me and Simon can knock something together.”

And they did- this minimal but incredibly solid bed frame made of reclaimed oak- one they insisted on “breaking in” more than a few times

[shycorvid]

Just like how Jason Todd thinks he can help reduce crime by taking over and doing a better job of it, Tim Drake could do the same thing but with all those rogues with multiple degrees.

Tim- They won't have time to become rogues and hire minions if they're my minions first. The Rest of the Family (except Jason)- *concerned bat noises* Jason- *nodding* Makes sense to me.

[limboni]

"Children in the woods" 5/5

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[flamingpudding]

Little Snippets #8

A/N: Recently reread an older prompt thread of Danny reincarnating as Tim and remembering his previous life at nine... that inspired this...

Something was different about Tim. They all noticed as they watched the third Robin as he went through the cave like a whirlwind on fire. Collecting small gadgets and trinkets, his laptop and other things before hurrying off with some kind of excuse again. Dick arched an eyebrow and glanced at Bruce. The first Robin felt tempted to as Bruce for help to figure out if something had happened during their last mission.

While near death situation weren't uncommon in their line of work, they never before had affected the young teen the way they have right now. Dick had first thought, the kid had suffered some kind of head trauma considering how disoriented he had been when he first woke up. But this, was ridiculous, it wasn't like Tim was acting all to different from his usual self but.... Dick shock his head. Maybe he was just imaging it. The kid was still the same, tinkering with gadgets and drinking coffee or energy drink in amounts the kid was still way to young to consume the way he does. Maybe the boy hit puberty finally.

In his room Tim dropped everything he had collected from the Batcave into a pile, before quickly grabbing a notepad and scratching out bullet points as well as adding new points. The kid then proceeded to start pacing his room, counting something down with the help of his fingers as he muttered to himself.

"Okay Tim, think... I should have everything I need... I just need to remember the blueprint and then build it. It's not like I never build gadgets of my own. It something I have always done once I got into it... so it will be easy to make it and then..." His muttered continued before he plopped onto the ground, not before grabbing his little multi-tool box. His hand grabbing his notebook once again as he opened it and began scribbling down.

"If I use the parts of the stun gun.... and then the chip set from the bat mini computer.... then use the metal from one of the many batarangs..." Tim mumbled to himself, before coursing as he dropped his pen. His hand going intangible for a brief moment. His eye twitches for a second before he took a deep breath calming down, then picked up his pen again. He really needed to get started on building that Fenton bracelet.

"They just had to knock me hard enough into the head that I would remember my past life...." Tim mutters quietly, annoyed with the goons he had fought during their last mission. He took another deep breath, closing his eyes for a moment. Memories that belonged to Danny Fenton flitting across his mind. When Tim had woken up the first time he hand't remembered for a hot second that he was Tim Drake, son of Janet and Jack Drake, ward of Bruce Wayne and third Robin to Batman.

He literally thought he was Danny Fenton waking up in a strange dimension. After his initial panic calmed down Danny, or rather Tim had anaylized his situation and figured out, he was remembering his past life. It made the most sense. At first that was easy to deal with, until Tim one day fell through the floor. Thankfully neither Bruce, Alfred or Dick had noticed that incident. But to Tim, that meant he unlocked his abilities from his past life.

Which how was he going to explain that? 'Oh hey Bruce, I woke up and I don't have a meta gene but I remember my past life and now I have ghost abilities.' Yeah... that would go really well with the paranoid old man. Someone Tim was currently babysitting until that man recovered from his grief.

That brought Tim to his next dilemma. Because he remembered Danny Fenton read comics, while he mostly read comics centered around Martian Manhunter his past self thankfully had a friend that was into Batman and had discussed the comics with him. That was lucky for Tim. Because Tim wasn't stupid, he had seen other kids at school read these kind of books before. So he was aware that he was currently experiencing and living through the plot of one of these reincarnations book.

A part of him was partially sure that he could blame that on some of his ghostly friends from his past life.

Eitherway, thanks to his past life's friend. Tim had knowledge of the future, even if he didn't remember everything. Bad point, he had by now figured out in which timeline he was. Or at least Tim believed he had, which meant he was to late to prevent the fall of the second Robin, but if he calculated right either Damian was going to appear soon or he would be joining the Teen Titans which meant one step closer to going to get attacked by an enraged second Robin coming back. There were targets painted on his back. At least he wasn't at the point at time where he had another insane fruitloop obsessed with him.

Tim groaned. "I swear if this life were a novel it would be called, 'how to survive your siblings rage after awakening to your past life'."

There was a pause in the moment where Tim just let his mind wander. Before sitting straighter and getting to work onto the things he needed to suppress his ghost powers for the moment as well as making plans for the inevitable appearance of his future siblings. He just hoped he remembered the order of events correctly let alone that they were from the timeline he was in, otherwise he would be screwed.

"And that is, if I really only remembered my past life and did not taking over another kids life.... And Ancients... please don't let this be a Joker Jr. timeline...."

[gerardways-mcr]

dean wakes up fully clothed in the smell of both the trashy motel room, and him and his brothers’ sweat.

he tilts his head down to look at sam, who is sleeping in the crook of his neck, and gives him a quick peck on the forehead, combing his fingers through his unwashed hair.

“Mornin, Sammy.”

[wrenhavenriver]

[quadrantadvisor]

Ranch 2 has infected my brain and I blame u lol

LMAO WELCOME TO THE CLUB, it really does just do that. Someone needs to get this boy some ectoplasm I am so serious rn.

prompt | pt 1 | pt 2 | (inspo)

You inspired me to keep going for a bit, so here's a direct continuation from what I posted in pt 2!

“Did you see that?” Tim asks. “Uh, yeah,” Duke replies, unthinking. Tim is suddenly in his space, eyes wild. He grabs Duke by the shoulders, shaking him slightly. “Duke. Duke, you have to tell me what I just ate.” “I dunno, man!” Duke is at a loss for how to deal with this. He has the training to handle freaking out civilians, but it's somehow different when it's Tim. Tim's the one with the plan, the one who's supposed to know what's going on. But he doesn't, and Duke is embarrassed to realize that it's leaving him floundering. “They're just- I mean- there's these little pockets of energy, I see them floating around Gotham sometimes, I don't really know what they are! How did you grab it? How did you eat it?” Tim goes still and serious, and grips Duke's shoulders harder. “I don't know either,” he admits, “but that was it.” “That was what?” Duke asks, still feeling unbalanced by the manic gleam in Tim's eye. “That was ranch 2.” Duke gapes. “You're messing with me.” Tim shakes his head. “That was it,” he says emphatically. “It had the spark, the zing feeling I was looking for. Whatever sort of energy that is, my soulmate needs it.” Duke gulps, then nods. “Okay. Okay,” he says, trying to calm the both of them. “Then we'll get it for them.” Some of the tension falls out of Tim in what looks life relief.