#my favorite teddy bear that’s built like a brick house

[latenightsleeper]

“ Hey there dude!! “

“ Huxley!!!! <3 “

Huxley, my beloved, my favorite earth elemental!! My himbo <3

[dreamingofaizawa]

Your x chubby!reader prompts are so hot,💓I’m thinking about turning the tables. Chubby Katsuki🤤

Oh my fuck I'm salivating rn.

Warning for smut and size kink below the cut cause holy—

Sure he feeds himself well, the whole 'my body's a temple and I only put the good shit inside it' is one of his favorite slogans. But he's learned that he's allowed to let go a little, learned that a little fat never hurt when he got tired of counting calories and planning every portion of every meal. So his belly's gotten a little pudgy and soft, and so are his meaty arms and thighs. Even then his waist is still so small compared to his broad shoulders. And if he were to stand with no size indicators he'd look like a perfectly proportioned bodybuilder, but he's humongous. He's tall and built like a brick house, you can barely wrap your arms all the way around his waist.

And sure, he's chubby, but he's still so big n strong. And yeah, he's chubby but that doesn't make him any less attractive, nor any less cocky. Because he knows how hot he is, even with that layer of fat covering all that bulk, especially with that fat on him. He’s seen the Tweets, the Instagram fan pages and Facebook communities dedicated to “dad bod pro hero Dynamight supremacy”. He sees the way most of his fan base gives him either heart eyes or jealous glares when he passes by.

But he doesn’t really care what they think, never has. He only cares about one person’s opinion. His favorite fan, and without a doubt his biggest fan: you.

You, who’s so tiny in comparison to his massive frame. He’s just so big you look itty bitty to him, a little teddy bear standing beside a full grizzly. He lives for the size difference between you. Loves how he can wrap himself around you and completely engulf you. Loves the way you have to stand way on your tippy toes and pull yourself up by his shoulders to even manage a peck to his jaw.

He’s obsessed with how big his hands look on your soft waist, pinching your thighs, your ass. How massive his fingers are wrapped around your throat while he fucks you stupid. It makes him feral just thinking about it. The sheer size difference between you makes him painfully hard, blood rushing to his cock whenever he pays attention to how small you look before him.

And don’t even get me started on his dick. He’s fucking massive. It takes nearly an hour to prep you on his tongue and fingers before he can slip that fat cock of his in your tiny little hole. You’re already half stupid as he lines himself up and pushes the thick mushroom head past that first ring of muscle, and when he slowly and steadily sinks into you you’re sure you’ve ascended. He loves seeing you fall apart for him, because of him, because of how big he is.

You swear you can feel him in your throat when he fucks you in earnest, folding you nearly in half with his big hands on the backs of your thighs, pushing your knees up to your shoulders and putting all his weight into every thrust.

It’s unhealthy how much I wanna bite him and that chub on his belly. AAAHHH I wanna bury my face in his tummy and just chew and suck on him, squeeze at his chunky hips and thighs 🤤

OH MY GOD and then doing the same when going down on him and deepthroating that monster of a dick. Just squeezing and pinching at all that fat while gagging on the thick tip of his cock, hearing him coo down at you with a palm on the back of your head, petting you and telling you how you’re such a good little slut for him. He’s laughing at you, degrading you for tugging at his fat cause you need something to hold onto, hearing him growl when you turn and suck deep purple and red hues into the meat of his thighs.

He nearly cries when you toy and tug at his chest that’s built up some fat. He gets so sensitive when you suck on his nipples and pinch them till they’re hard, his hips rocking up to grind his hard dick against your ass and his head thrown back as those pretty whimpers slip past his lips. And if you do it long enough, play with his pecs and grind down on his dick just the right way, he’ll cum bucket loads in his sweats. He won’t even blink as he then spins you and abs pins you face down ass up, ready to go again but instead stuff you full.

[notthecanadianaverage]

All 65 ho! 😤

1. Do you ever doubt the existence of others than you?

I mean I guess kind of sometimes? As someone with ADHD, object permanence is a big thing so if I don't see you, you aren't real xD

2. On a scale of 1-5, how afraid of the dark are you?

Um, it varies, actually. Generally speaking, I'm not afraid. But sometimes I have lots of nightmares and the darkness is awful and I will deadass sleep with the light on. Also while I'm not afraid, if I hear sounds, I am terrified xD

3. The person you would never want to meet?

Jason Mamoa. He seems like a fine person but something about his appearance triggers my fight or flight.

4. What is your favorite word?

Hippopomonstrosesquipedaliophobia

5. If you were a type of tree, what would you be?

I think maybe either a birch or a weeping willow?

6. When you looked in the mirror this morning what was the first thing you thought?

That's not yellow

7. What shirt are you wearing?

I'm wearing a green Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time shirt that my sister got for me a few years ago at Fan Expo.

8. What do you label yourself as?

Panromantic asexual. Gender identity wise, demigirl. I recently learned what omnisexual is and I'm curious, but I don't want to come out again so panromantic it is xD

9. Bright room or dark room?

Bright! Lots of sunlight for plants and reading!

10. What were you doing at midnight last night?

I was being trained at work

11. Favorite age you’ve been so far?

I think 18, just because mentally I'm still there.

12. Who told you they loved you last?

My boyfriend :3 I miss him.

13. Your worst enemy?

Dickface. He called me his step daughter once and I almost fucking lost it in that Tim Hortons. I had to fight so hard not to say anything. I was also fighting some pretty rough food poisoning that week so I was not in the mood to argue xD

14. What is your current desktop picture?

On my computer? I think it's a rat xD it's either me with Cortana on my shoulder or Willow peeking through some bars, I can't remember.

15. Do you like someone?

I like my boyfriend. A lot. I mean I hope I do since we have been dating for 6 years xD but I also have a celebrity squish. Patrick Dempsey. Motherfucker. Yes. That smile. Those EYES.

16. The last song you listened to?

https://youtu.be/0Eh4b0Ge-sM

17. You can press a button that will make any one person explode. Who would you blow up?

That power hungry cheeto. But only if I wouldn't get caught.

18. Who would you really like to just punch in the face?

Dickface. He is a child abuser and just a shitty person all around. I called him a stupid idiot on my birthday and lost my fucking mind because I didn't actually mean to and he looked PISSED.

19. If anyone could be your slave for a day, who would it be and what would they have to do?

I don't know who, but I would make them cuddle because I am touched starved and need a fucking hug xD

20. What is your best physical attribute? (showing said attribute is optional)

I'm doing this all in my phones notes so I can't add a picture, but I love my tattoos and piercings! I have both nostrils pierced, my septum and snakebites. Tattoo wise, I have the Triforce of Courage on my left hand, a small blue hard on my right thumb, a beautiful memorial rat tattoo on my left leg, Midna's Fused Shadow on my left arm and Expecto Patronum on my right wrist. I. Need. More.

21. If you were the opposite sex for one day, what would you look like and what would you do?

Not gonna lie, I'd probably jerk off xD

22. Do you have a secret talent? If yes, what is it?

If I shared it, it wouldn't be a secret.

23. What is one unique thing you’re afraid of?

I... don't know

24. You can only have one kind of sandwich. Every sandwich ingredient known to humankind is at your disposal.

I would stick with my normal Subway order: lettuce, tomato, red onions, LOTS OF PICKLES, cheese, black forest ham, mayo and salt and pepper.

25. You just found $100! How are you going to spend it?

Not gonna lie, I would probably get some Subway and maybe some candle making supplies.

26. You just got a free plane ticket to anywhere in the world, but you have to leave immediately. Where are you going to go?

California. I miss my boyfriend. Let's go.

27. An angel appears out of Heaven and offers you a lifetime supply of the alcoholic beverage of your choice. “Be brand-specific” it says. Man! What are you gonna say about that? Even if you don’t drink booze there’s something you can figure out… so what’s it gonna be?

Joke's on you, I don't really drink alcohol! I would instead request all the apple juice :')

28. You discover a beautiful island upon which you may build your own society. You make the rules. What is the first rule you put into place?

Pet rats for everyone!!!!

29. What is your favorite expletive?

I enjoy cunt :3

30. Your house is on fire, holy shit! You have just enough time to run in there and grab ONE inanimate object. Don’t worry, your loved ones and pets have already made it out safely. So what’s the one thing you’re going to save from that blazing inferno?

My little stuffed lion. I would also grab my teddy bear seeing as they are always together.

31. You can erase any horrible experience from your past. What will it be? (Tw rape for this question)

I mean... all of these experiences have made me who I am. But if i can erase one experience without changing who I am, it would be nice to not have been raped.

32. You got kicked out of the country for being a time-traveling heathen who sleeps with celebrities and has super-powers. But check out this cool shit… you can move to anywhere else in the world!

I would say Indonesia because volcanoes! But I am also very gay and I don't believe that is a gay friendly country... so... maybe Japan? All of this assuming that the boyfriend is with me. If not, then California.

33. The Celestial Gates Of Beyond have opened, much to your surprise because you didn’t think such a thing existed. Death appears. As it turns out, Death is actually a pretty cool entity, and happens to be in a fantastic mood. Death offers to return the friend/family-member/person/etc. of your choice to the living world. Who will you bring back?

My grandpa. I really miss him... I want him to see how far I've come and I want to spend more time with him.

34. What was your last dream about?

I have been having a weird amount of sex dreams lately...

35. Are you a good….[insert anything you’d like here]?

Rat mom? I like to think so! Shameless plug, but I have a blog here called @ratpotatoez where you can see my beautiful chonks. I'm also on Facebook and YouTube.

36. Have you ever been admitted to the hospital?

I mean yes? But not for like an overnight stay.

37. Have you ever built a snowman?

Yes

38. What is the color of your socks?

Fuck socks

39. What type of music do you like?

Depends on my mood. I love heavier, alternative rock but my heart will forever belong to Simple Plan.

40. Do you prefer sunrises or sunsets?

I think they're both really lovely!

41. What is your favorite milkshake flavor?

Vanilla

42. What football team do you support? (I will answer in terms of American football as well as soccer)

I don't like football. The only sport I watch is hockey.

43. Do you have any scars?

I am covered in self harm scars (I'm working on covering them up with tattoos). I don't really have any scars with cool stories. I had one that went down my arm but somehow it healed??? Someone in gym class accidentally took a chunk out of my arm with their finger nail and I had a hole in my arm for the longest time!!! I also have a scar on my knee from when I was really young, maybe 3 or 4. I was balancing on some bricks in someone's garden and I lost my balance, fell, and hit my knee on the brick. I remember there being blood running all down my leg as I screamed and cried. So that was fun.

44. What do you want to be when you graduate?

I don't know. I do know, though, that I want to go to culinary school. I also want to go to school for creative writing.

45. If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be?

My weight. I gained 100+lbs when I went off my anti-depressants and I swelled up like a balloon. I've felt like shit about myself ever since.

46. Are you reliable?

I sure as shit hope so!

47. If you could ask your future self one question, what would it be?

Was it worth it...?

48. Do you hold grudges?

I try not to, but I think I do ._.

49. If you could breed two animals together to defy the laws of nature, what new animal would you create?

PIGEON RAT

50. What is the most unusual conversation you’ve ever had?

"I just really want to punch this horse in the face, okay?"

51. Are you a good liar?

I think so, yes. Trauma does that to you.

52. How long could you go without talking?

When I get super super drained, I go mute. I can stop talking for days at a time.

53. What has been you worst haircut/style?

I once left the hair dressers with essentially what was a fucking bowl cut. Yea, I wasn't thrilled. I refused to remove my hat.

54. Have you ever baked your own cake?

Yes. At 3AM. Because fuck a healthy sleep schedule.

55. Can you do any accents other than your own?

I can do an okay British accent and an okay Indian accent.

56. What do you like on your toast?

Butter. Just butter.

57. What is the last thing you drew a picture of?

Um... I don't remember the last time I drew. Actually, that's a lie. I tried drawing a "small town doctor" while playing Drawful. I drew a very tiny doctor with a city skyline behind him.

58. What would be you dream car?

Literally anything with the popup headlights.

59. Do you sing in the shower? Or do anything unusual in the shower? Explain.

I talk to myself in the shower. Granted, I do that everywhere xD it's the only way I can work through my thoughts. I also cry in the shower a lot.

60. Do you believe in aliens?

Yes. We can't be the only ones here.

62. What is your favorite letter of the alphabet?

I don't really have a favourite. But I do like D. Mostly because it's the first letter of my boyfriends name, but also it reminds me of a woman I helped while working in tech support. She needed help figuring out her gif keyboard so I helped and she was so excited when I told her how to search for gifs. She then started giggling like a little girl saying she wondered what might happen if she searched for DICK. She made my day xD I think about her a lot. I hope she's doing well.

63. Which is cooler: dinosaurs or dragons?

Don't do this to me...

Dragons are obviously amazing but haVE YOU EVER SEEN A DINOSAUR?!?!? LIKE THOSE THINGS ARE REAL. THEY WERE ALIVE. THEY FUCKING RULED THE EARTH. HAVE YOU SEEN A STEGOSAURUS?!?!?!?!?

64. What do you think about babies?

I like babies a lot. Like so much. I have super colourful hair, too, so they seem fascinated with me :') but their little chubby cheeks omg

65. Freebie! Ask anything interesting you can think of.

Fun fact: I actually really like the smell of wet dog. It's kind of a really comforting smell.

[halorocks1214]

For the character ask, i was going to say Scott or Alan but those boys had already been asked, so Virgil? XD

Lmaooo you’re not wrong XD. All the boys are getting snatched up tonight, but to be frank this is the most activity my ask box has ever gotten so I’m not complaining! 

Thanks for the ask~~

Favorite thing about them: TEDDY BEAR MAN (in more ways than one). This soft artist boi is built like a brick shit house yet I would find any way in the entire galaxy to give him all the cuddles. I just want him to hug me and tell me everything is going to be okay (ESP RIGHT NOW) and to watch cheesy movies under a blanket with our shoulders smushed together. Big Boi, Best Boi Least favorite thing about them: Outside of physical things (can you stop getting beaten up every other episode goddamn) he doesn’t really have any hang-ups? With all the other brothers and their respective issues I understand at least one brother needs to not be falling apart, but he never really had any particular stand-out moment of character conflict (ooor maybe I just haven’t watched all the episodes yet???). I had a small discussion with another writer about how getting his character down at first is a little bit of a mystery due to this and I’ve always just thought it was interesting Favorite line: “Computer, disable shower controls.” (this entire scene is golden) brOTP: Just like the two before him, I greatly love love love all familial moments with the other brothers so much, and Virge is extra special cuz he’s always so soft and reassuring with them. I want a Therapy Virge in my life ngl OTP: Out of all the ships I’ve seen with Virgil, the only one that makes sense to me personally is Brains/Virgil so why not? :D (that bear hug tho in those final episodes tho if you catch my drift *winks with both eyes*) nOTP: Second verse same as the first, if I had to pick something at the end of the day, none of the brothers Random headcanon: He has some kind of totally unexpected secret hobby. Everyone is trying to figure it out but just can’t grasp it. Kayo thinks he’s secretly a really good sparrer, Gordon insists he has some kind of secret Rap career on the Mainland, both Scott and John think he either likes something he insists he hates or hates something he tries to prove to them he likes respectively, Alan is just using the arguments to say [he] Virgil wants a dog, or any kind of pet, really. Meanwhile, Virgil just is secretly sitting back and enjoying this entire mess, waiting for them to actually figure it out. Until then? Good luck Unpopular opinion: *flashes back to Scott’s question* I really am easy to satisfy aren’t I? oehpeoifjseo yeah I got nuthing. Just keep staying the way you are you lovable teddy bear <3 Song I associate with them: “Light in the Hallway” by Pentatonix Favorite picture of them:

THUNDERBIRD TWO IS GOING TO SPAAAAAAACE

Ask me about other fictional characters!

[shyinadarkplace]

Original Story Tidbit

So this is a tidbit from a story that I am writing and I thought I would share. Please let me know what you all think .

No permission is given to reproduce my work in anyway .

TW: mentions of death, suicide, and self harm. Please if you need help with any of these things you can reach out to me, I would be glad to talk with you. I can also pass on tons of free resources to get help.

“Tauri baby I know you are …” Ronan stopped speaking at the look Taurean gave him.

“Ro , just let her be. She needs to do this. Come help me in the kitchen so we can eat.” Drogon's voice soothed Taureans raw nerves, and held the gentle compulsion of an Alpha. For a moment Ronan looked torn between listening to him and fighting the compulsion to make Taurean listen, but he just sighed and followed Drogon.

Taurean sat on the edge of her favorite chair, she chewed her lip in worry then sent a text hoping beyond hope that her favorite fea would actually show up, or even answer.

Hey Ry !

I miss you!

Was hoping you would come over for take out night. We are getting everything ready just about to place all the orders. Watch some movies. What do you say? Ryth looked over at her phone , in all honesty she didn’t want to answer the text but she knew she had to otherwise Taurean and her guys would come over. As much as she loved all of them she just couldn’t handle it. Even though she knew she should force herself to socialize with people who loved her, she just felt so empty. She just needed more time.

Hey Teddy Bear.

I miss you too.

I’m...I’m not ready for all that. I’m sorry I can’t.

Ry, I know how much you are hurting. You need to get out of the house though. Even if its just for a few minutes. Come on...please.

A bitter laugh fell from Ryth’s lips, before she replied.

I’m sorry T, but you don’t know.

Not being bitter here, but you have your true mate and another bond forming.

Mine was ripped from me, you will NEVER comprehend what this feels like.

And I pray that you never, ever do.

I just need more time. I did go on a walk earlier.

Taurean closed her eyes. Ryth was right; she didn’t know what it felt like to lose her true mate. Just the thought made her heart clench painfully. A walk was something. Taurean hated that she couldn’t really help but accepted that despite their relationship this time she wasn’t the right person for the job. Maybe she could call Taijiro and have him go over to try and coax Ryth out for just a little while. Or maybe Loki? Though she wasn’t entirely sure how to do that. Taurean decided to order Ryth a pizza and take it over to her.

*sigh* You are so stubborn. I will bring you over a pizza later. Make sure you eat.

You know I am here for you. And more than just me, the guys are here too, your mom and dad too. We all love you.

If you feel the need to hurt yourself please talk to me and let me help.

Thanks. I will eat it. I know you guys are.

Just need the alone time.

I will, I promise Tauri.

Love you.

Taurean kept her phone close after assuring Ryth that she loved her too. Taurean felt a little better knowing that at the very least Ryths home was well protected. It’s not like she could make the mourning process happen any faster. She texted Tiajiro and asked him to maybe go check on her. He agreed.

Zed knelt at Loki’s altar, more drunk then he had ever been and almost completely naked save for a loin cloth. He was broken. He was tired. He was done trying. He could feel it in his bones that if he tried to kill himself now it would finally fucking work. On the altar he placed a series of thick envelopes, his goodbyes. More importantly explanations, these beings whose faces he never saw had taken everything from him. Everything that he loved. His birth mother. His true mate before he was even old enough to know her for what she was. Then His adopted mother and siblings. The only woman he had ever truly loved. He had been beaten, tortured, his mind fucked and mangled. He was so fucking tired. So he prayed, to the only god who has ever bothered to give a damn. The only one who had bothered to help .

Zed took a deep breath. His forehead resting against the edge of the altar, tears blurring his vision falling unchecked. Numbly he gripped his hunting knife and held out his right forearm. Deftly he dug the blade in and slashed downward savagely. Quickly he repeated the process on his left arm. Zed watched the blood pour from him and sobbed. Releasing choked and broken noises chest heaving.

Loki heard screaming, a tormented yell. The token for Ryths altar glowed a slight red. Odd Ryth and her mother never left blood...realization hit him the only other person to use that altar was Zed. Loki cursed standing before the mirror image of the altar. Saw a poor and broken boy open his veins, saw the thick letters, then he heard the prayer. Many thought Loki cold and cruel, but he was far from it, so hearing these words and seeing these images made his heart ache.

“Loki...Loki...th-this is it. *sob, slight chuckle* I I can finally escape. I am sorry I bled on your altar. I am so tired. Why would my father do this to me? Why would he help those bastards? I guess it doesn’t matter now...Nothing matters now. I lost them all Loki....my mother. fUCK she didn’t even know how messed up my father was and then after she had taken such good care of me .... he he KILLED her. But you already know that from before . *sigh, sobbing hard* Tuari, oh fuck she is gonna hate me...for awhile I think she will come around ...she will know that every word is true because the paper, ink, and pen are imbued with truth spells I couldn’t lie there if I wanted to. Ryth will too, though she probably won’t care really. I am glad Tauri has her mates. I know they will take good care of her. Keept her out of too much trouble. Loki...you know Ryth has the most beautiful eyes right ? I love her . I love her so fucking much. I loved her the second I saw her. *chuckles sadly* Her hair was so long it brushed the ground. *brings up the image in his mind* Her eyes were shining like green opals at least But she will never forgive me. Never. I will never see any of her smiles. She has so many, but they all, they all take my breath away. *gently touches the faded half formed mating mark just above his heart crying harder* Loki please take care of her. Please, I know you care for her and love her too, so please take care her. D-don’t ...fuck its getting dark...so tired *laughs broken sobbing* D-don’t let her cut off her hair for Eric...uhhh I know a secret way to bring him back from...from the ashes...its its in my letter….please help her . I wonder if my mark is still on the inside of her ankle ? I thought I saw it when we first saw each other again. *heart skips a beat slowing darkness taking over* Hey loki can I ...can I go with Hel I just want peace. Please. Please take care of her...pl...ease… take care...of her. *falls over passed out*”

Loki appears at the altar. With a wave of his hand he stops the bleeding healing the wound, placing the poor boy in deep healing sleep. Gently he lifted Zed and took him to the back of the cave and summoned a soft, comfortable bed, laying him down. As he covered him with a thick, soft blanket Loki was thankful he had free time, though he was loath, feeling that once again he would have to put his claiming of his little changeling. Or he thought to himself perhaps not, perhaps his claiming would benefit all involved. Making a decision he placed food, drink and a note for Zed before placing strong concealments and protections around him before going back to the altar to retrieve the letters and clean away the blood. After securing the letters away to retrieve later he returned to Asgard there were a few more things he had to finish and not long to finish them. He knew that it had been almost a month since Eric’s death but Loki still felt the effects of Ryths scream. Hell everything with the breath of life had felt the echoes of her agony when the mating bond between her and Eric shattered. Just thinking about it made his heart hurt all over again. He had to hurry.

Meanwhile Ryth wandered aimlessly out in her gardens. She summoned what she called shadow memories. They were memories that places and people shared. She could view all the memories of her and Eric since he began building here. So she did. As she watched it all kind of played in fast forward, at the same time overlapping. She watched him building the house and planting the gardens. She smiled and laughed at all their antics. Looked on longingly at every time they had mad love out here under the stars. She shuffled inside tears once again rolling down her face, and watched everything on the inside. All the times they had cooked dinner together, had their friends over, danced through the whole house singing and laughing. Every time the depression hit, and how Eric took care of her. Finally came the last time they had actually seen each other. Rhythm gripped the choker around her neck using it to try and ground herself. She watched their fight. It tore her apart. She collapsed in her chair muffling her agonizing scream with a pillow as she watched and cried. How many times had she watched that night? One hundred, two hundred times? It didn’t matter, Ryth screamed until she lost her voice and cried till she dry heaved, before she finally fell asleep curled in her chair, still clutching at her necklace.

Loki heard Ryth wail at the loss of her love. Felt her clutching at the necklace he had given her many years ago. He stood under the light of the full moon and admired the home that Eric had built her. He could feel the love and care that went into every brick and board. All the care that had been given during tilling and tending. Ryth had done well with him. Loki’s long hair stood almost on end for a moment while all the protections around the house examined him trying to determine if he was a danger or not. After a moment his hair dropped and he smiled at having been able to witness the strength of his little changeling, then continued into the house. For a moment he simply watched as Ryth slept .

Ryth woke suddenly, her knives flying from her hands before her thoughts could even fully form. They embedded themselves on either side of Loki’s head. To which he cocked an eyebrow. “Is that really how you would welcome me little changeling?” he said softly, gently. He waited, as Ryth rubbed her eyes and rose from her chair, another knife in her hand she stalked forward. Loki leaned against the door frame, hands in the deep pockets of his trousers. She was certainly a sight. Her long hair unkempt, bedraggled and slightly greasy. Her eyes were vacant and rimmed red almost raw from crying. She wore an oversized shirt and little if anything else. Oh she was firey, good. Ryth snarls showing her needle sharp fangs (all fea had sharper than average canines on the top and bottom) “You aren’t really here.” her voice was hardly a whisper as she had screamed it away for the most part. “Yes, I am little one. I am here to help you heal. You are mine and I am going to bring you back from the dark pit that you are in.” Ryth dove at Loki, tackling him to the floor knife pressed into his throat. For a moment he was taken by surprise.

[oldmythos]

May I prompt a shance roommate au where they're in college together? They're both freshmen that are a little older than the others cause they started late, Lance because he was working to support his family, Shiro because he was in the military. Maybe Lance catches Shiro having a nightmare or something? Sorry this is so long, I love your writing!

Prompt fill for my Follower Celebration!

Okay so @crazy-indigo-child is a freaking BADASS BETA WHO MADE THIS 8000x BETTER @paladin-pile gee, I wonder who prompted this.

Lance knew that he didn’t have to be awake at two in the morning, knew that the article he was currently trying to get through wasn’t technically required reading, but his brain kept telling him he needed to finish it. He needed to be able to understand this garbage about the phylogenetic relationships between human and animal viruses and their role in evolution because if he didn’t understand it, what was he even doing here?

He started the paper over again. He could at least get the abstract under his belt before going to sleep. That was the least he could do.

The apartment was quiet as he started the first sentence once again.

The study of molecular genetics has produced a considerable body of research into the sequences and phylogenetic relationships of…

He sighed, feeling the concentration and understanding slip from his mind once more. He took a deep breath.

This time he got a paragraph in before he lost it. It was too late, and he logically knew that there would be absolutely no ramifications if he didn’t finish it. It wasn’t even extra credit, it was just related to their current studies. He just— he needed to get through it. He needed to prove to himself that he could get through it.

He rubbed his eyes and stood up, walking to the shitty, tiny, dirty kitchen.

Coffee.

Coffee always helped.

He yawned as he filled the kettle and placed it back on the stove and filled the french press with coffee. Hunk had insisted that french press coffee was easier, cheaper, and better, and Lance didn’t care enough to argue. He leaned on the counter while he waited for the water to boil.

He wished he could just blast dance music like he had at home whenever he was tired, but college was different. Neighbours were closer, here, and roommates were sleeping. God only knew his roommate didn’t sleep enough, what with all the five AM showers and running and late nights studying along with Lance. The earbuds currently blasting Shakira into his brain gave nothing but a tinny, weak replication of the feeling that could only be provided by a nice speaker injecting the bass right into his chest.

He looked around the kitchen. There were no dishes in the sink, all neatly put away, but neither of them really had any time to deep clean. He wrinkled his nose at the crumbs stuck in the grout and rings in the sink.

Before he could do anything, the kettle set out its light whistle. He pulled it off the stove before the sound could get any louder.

He loved this part, and Lance pulled out his earbuds for it. He loved watching the coffee swirl up as he poured the boiling water over it, the little sounds of bubbles forming and popping up at the surface.

Only four minutes until coffee. Sweet.

He grabbed a brush and started on the grout, phone and earbuds forgotten on the counter.

If he had popped them back in, he wouldn’t have heard it, but as soon as the soft whimpers hit his ears, his head perked up.

His brows furrowed in confusion. They were on the fourth floor, it couldn’t be a stray dog outside. Maybe a neighbour? His roommate?

Oh.

Lance knew that his roommate had gone through some shit. You couldn’t look at him and not know that. He held his prosthetic in his pocket at all times, and just walking down the street, you wouldn’t even notice that his right arm was just a bad imitation of the real deal, but there was no getting away from the massive scar running horizontally across his entire face or the white hair.

They’d only been living together for a few weeks and Shiro had been nothing but pleasant. He cleaned up after himself, paid the rent on time, was good to watch TV with. He just wasn’t very talkative, and that was okay with Lance, he did enough talking on his own. He had told Shiro about every single one of his siblings, about the years taking care of them while his mom was recovering, about every funny and annoying little thing they did.

Shiro never talked about the military. Ever.

The whimpering got louder and Lance thought he was starting to hear words.

He put the brush in the sink and wiped his hands on the dish towel. His little brothers and sisters had nightmares sometimes and he knew how to deal with it for them. One brother like to be pulled directly into a hug, one liked to be sung awake, one liked their hair stroked.

Shiro was different. Shiro was a grown-ass man who had seen more than Lance hoped any of his siblings ever would. Shiro was built like a brick shit-house and Lance had no doubt that in his prime, Shiro could kick just about anyone’s ass without a second house. It didn’t matter that the man was a pure teddy bear; if Shiro was waking up from a violent dream, there was a chance he could get violent. Lance knew this and was willing to take the risk of his own safety, but he already knew that the mild-mannered man would never be able to forgive himself if he hurt anyone.

Lance stood outside the door, listening to the voice get louder, words still indecipherable through the wood, but the mumbling and whimpering turning into shouts.

Lance cracked the door open to Shiro, still in his long pajama pants and long sleeved shirt, tied right where his arm left off. He was sweating and tangled up in the sheets, trying to thrash them off.

“No,” he murmured, “jus’ lemme go, please.”

When Shiro’s voice turned into a broken shout on that last word, Lance’s heart fell.

Singing. He could sing. His sister liked it.

“I messed up tonight, I lost another fight,” it didn’t matter what he sang, it never did, it just needed to be soft. He could make Shakira soft.

“I still mess up but I’ll just start again, I keep falling down, I keep on hitting the ground,”

Shiro seemed to still be listening to his dream, faces pulled tight, jaw straining and left fist clenched as he pulled at the sheets.

Lance kept singing, kneeling at Shiro’s side, the man’s room impeccably clean, the carpet soft on his knees. He liked to think that the singing was helping, that the shouting was getting quieter and the strain was lessening, but if that was true, it was barely perceptible.

He moved on to the next sibling’s favorite nightmare technique, singing the whole time. He was hesitant, hand hovering over Shiro’s hair. He didn’t think you were supposed to touch people in violent nightmares, right? He didn’t even know Shiro that well, maybe he should just go.

Shiro let out another pained whine and Lance swallowed his doubt, threading his fingers back through Shiro’s fringe.

The response to this one was immediate. His entire body stilled, and not necessarily in a good way. his entire body froze, muscles tight. His breathing didn’t even out but the sounds stopped. Lance’s hand paused for a moment, but hey, this was better, so he kept going.

“I won’t give up, no I won’t give in, ‘till I reach the end, and then I’ll start again,”

Shiro’s eyes slowly opened, staring straight at the ceiling, and it was only at that moment that the tears escaped from his eyes. He let out a shuddering breath, forced even breaths through his mouth.

Lance sang and stroked his hair as Shiro obviously tried to pull himself together. He could see the moment that Shiro really realized what was happening by his sudden push to an upright position, Shiro catching Lance’s gaze and pulling his knees up to his chest, backing into the headboard.

“‘m so sorry, Lance, did I wake you up? I didn’t—” he wiped the tears from his eyes, “I didn’t mean to wake you, I promise it won’t happen ag—”

Shiro was cut off, suddenly held, his face shoved into Lance’s shirt. It was immediately dampened by tears and Shiro pretended to push away for a moment before melting into the hug.

“Thank you,” he mumbled into Lance’s shirt.

Lance nodded. “Want to talk about it?”

Shiro shook his head violently into Lance’s chest. Lance just held him tighter.

“I made coffee, want some?”

Shiro nodded and pulled away.

“I’m really sorry, I try to not let it be a problem, but…” he drifted off.

Lance grabbed Shiro’s hand and tried to catch his gaze, averted to the blankets. “Don’t be sorry. I don’t know what happened, but it doesn’t matter. You’re allowed to hurt.”

Shiro nodded again and scrubbed his hands down his face. “That’s what everyone keeps saying.”

“They’re right.”

Shiro swung his legs out of the bed and felt the carpet between his toes. Lance pulled him up and on the way to the kitchen, he left their fingers interlaced.

I love these AUs so much, make sure you keep an eye out for my next milestone celebration, it may have to do with all of these. 👀