#otp: when the morning light shines in

[zevlor]

theo ward ❈ 30 ❈ deputy ❈ hope county, mt

[allylikethecat]

January OTP Prompts

I saw this prompt list this morning and decided that I was going to attempt to write 500 words every day for the month of January, each little drabble based on the corresponding prompt. We'll see if I'm actually able to stick to it, but it seemed like a fun little writing exercise for the new year! Here is the first one.

1. Sparkle

Matty’s eyes sparkled in the low light as he grabbed George’s wrist. “Come on,” he said, gently tugging George to his feet, the throw blanket that had been tossed over his legs falling to the floor. “Follow me.” 

“Do I have to?” George complained playfully, pretending to be put out, pretending like he wouldn’t follow Matty to the ends of the Earth if asked. Matty’s lower lip was swollen and shiny with spit from the way he had been chewing on it, deep in thought as he had sat fully captivated by the book he was reading, some romance-fantasy guilty pleasure he had seen on TikTok. 

“Geeooorge,” Matty whined, drawing out the syllable as if he truly believed that George was capable of denying him. His eyes glittered in the flood lights of the backyard as he stepped into the cold, wrapping his arms around himself, tugging the cardigan he was wearing closer to his body. It was oversized on him, falling off his shoulders and skimming the tops of his thighs, making him look soft and cozy. Making him look like George wanted to drag him back to the bedroom and take him apart. When George wore it, it was a hair too tight on him, clinging to his shoulders, the buttons barely meeting across his chest, in a way that Matty’s eyes grow dark, his tongue darting out to lick his lower lip predatorily. 

George wrapped his arms around Matty, pulling him close so that they were standing pressing together, Matty’s back flush against George’s chest, George’s arms wrapped around him, the fibers of the shared cardigan downy against his fingers. He let his hand slip between the buttons, rucking up the wash worn cotton tee shirt Matty wore underneath to press his hand against the smooth heat of his stomach. Matty shivered as George traced his fingers along what he knew to be the lines of his rose tattoo, savoring the new softness he found in the holiday weight.

The sky erupted in sparkling light as fireworks burst across the inky night, red, blue, purple, green and gold streaking across the sky. 

“Happy New Year,” Matty said softly, the sparkling fireworks reflected in his dark eyes when he turned in George’s arms so that they were now standing pressed chest to chest. He stood up on his sock clad tiptoes, and pressed his lips to George’s, wrapping his arms around his shoulders, pulling him down and closer as he licked against the seam of his lips. George parted his lips easily, letting Matty inside, the taste of the champagne he had been sipping earlier on his tongue.  

“Happy New Year love,” said George when he pulled back, breaking heavily. He brushed Matty’s curls out of his eyes and kissed him again, pulling him impossibly closer, as if he tried hard enough they could become one. A wave of gratitude bloomed in his chest, he was thankful that he got to have this, that Matty was by his side, in his arms to ring in the New Year, that he was still able to sparkle and shine despite the adversary he had faced in his life. 

“I love you,” George whispered softly, his lips dragging against Matty’s own.  Matty giggled. “I love you.”

[hiccanna-tidbits]

Jackunzel February Special Week 4 - Winter Golden Winter

It’s easy to say winter is all whites and grays. Browns underneath the frost, perhaps. A time devoid of life and color.

But look a little closer. Among the whites, there is golden as well. Early morning sunshine and the last fiery waves of dusk glinting off icicles. Festive holiday lights and midday sunbeams alike shining on snowdrifts. The first spring flowers poking up through snow and ice.

The winter is filled with gold, even when you have to look again to see it.

***

Another moodboard made because I have, once again, saved one too many gold-and-white Jackunzel-coded pics on impulse like “I MUST USE THESE AT ALL COSTS” Well, I have now managed to use most of them while making...well, a gold-and-white Jackunzel-coded pic moodboard XD Yet another shout-out to JFS here for providing me a winter prompt to dump many of my unused wintry Jackunzel-coded aesthetic pics into XD

Akajndhisbydg can you tell that some of these were runner-ups that didn’t make it into that Jackunzel Month “Winter Sun” prompt a while back

Anyways I just think that these two’s visual motifs go pretty fantastically together. Like have you SEEN sunshine on fresh snow, catching the crystals in that way where it glitters really brightly??? Shit’s fucking dope. As someone who grew up in the midwestern US, I can say with confidence that sunlight on snow is one of the greatest things in existence. It kept me going even when The Horrors ran amok and everything else felt bleak and hopeless. Next time it seems like life isn’t worth living, remember that sunlight on snow is a thing that exists.

It’s also symbolically connected to my OTP, so you know. Bonus points for that <3

Gold and white also just go fantastically together in general, so bless this glorious sun-and-moon ship for giving me an excuse to make palettes and graphics and such that feature these two bad bitch colors kicking ass together <3 <3 <3

As always, moodboard pic credits available upon request!

[seanfalco]

Might I request a soft, domestic Sean and breakfast? + reader, OC, whatever strikes your fancy!

Peaceful Morning

Sean Falco x Reader

Word Count: 716 Tags/Warnings: none Prompt: I decided to participate in @/yearoftheotpevent‘s Year of the OTP (except using reader inserts).  For April’s prompt I chose ‘Peace’. a/n: I'm sorry this has sat in my inbox for so long, Merri! I hope you enjoy it <3

Hazy midmorning light filtered through the gauzy threadbare curtains covering the window above Sean’s bed, filling the tiny attic apartment with warmth, and you groaned softly as you drifted into consciousness.  Hoping to hold onto sleep just a bit longer, you rolled toward Sean, pressing your face to his chest, and he instinctively lifted his arm to let you snuggle closer, draping it over your waist as he stirred.  

“Mornin’,” he breathed, his voice still weighed down with the heaviness of sleep.

“Morning,” you replied, tilting your chin up to find him watching you, his gaze soft as it moved over the plants of your face.  As the sunlight overhead strengthened, shining down to the bed in a long swath, it caught in Sean’s long lashes, illuminating his forest green eyes, so like the lush Oregon wilderness you loved so much.

“You’re beautiful,” you whispered without thinking and Sean’s lips twitched into a sleepy grin.

“Not as beautiful as you, darlin’,” he murmured, pressing a kiss between your eyes.

“Charmer,” you huffed fondly before letting out a soft whine of defiance when he pulled back the covers.

“C’mon, up and at ‘em,” Sean laughed, pinching your side as he extricated himself from your clutches and rolled out of bed.  “Can’t laze about all day.”

“Why not?” you countered with a whine, pulling the blankets back over your exposed legs and curling up tighter.  “It’s comfortable!”

“Guess y’don’t want breakfast then,” he taunted, grabbing his shirt from the floor where he’d tossed it the night before and pulled it over his head before reaching for his patterned pajama pants.

As much as you wanted to tell him you didn’t need breakfast, your stomach reminded you that actually you did, in fact.

“Ugh, alright,” you groaned, pushing yourself up and stealing one of Sean’s oversized jumpers on the way to the bathroom.

When you returned to the main room, Sean was already heating up the griddle, his head inside the fridge.

“Get lost in there?” you joked, joining him at the criminally tiny kitchenette.

Startled by your voice, Sean jumped, nearly smacking the back of his head on the freezer door as he hastily straightened.

“Jay-sus!  Don’t sneak up on me like that!” he exclaimed with a laugh, though his lilting voice held the trace of a nervous edge to it and you instantly felt guilt seep into your stomach.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you!” you exclaimed, feeling like an idiot, but Sean merely shook his head, an apologetic smile on his face, as if he could tell exactly what you were thinking.

“It’s fine, really,” he insisted, pressing a warm kiss to your forehead to drive the point home.  “Would y’like t’help?” he asked instead, gesturing to the griddle, not wanting to see the pity in your eyes.

The awkward reminder of darker times was swiftly forgotten as you mixed the pancake batter, adding a handful of ripe blueberries Sean has splurged on.

“Shit,” you swore under your breath as you tried to slip the worn edge of the spatula under the misshapen circle of half cooked batter, only for it to get stuck and wrinkle together when you attempted to flip it, the bottom side swiftly darkening with each second you continued to struggle.

Sean chuckled softly and you felt his chest press against your back as his hand slipped over yours on the spatula’s handle.  With one fluid motion and a flick of his wrist, he flipped the pancake, the uncooked batter sizzling on the hot griddle.

“I didn’t know you were so talented in the kitchen,” you teased, looking back over your shoulder at him, your head resting against his chest.

“Only when it comes t’pancakes,” he laughed, his gaze soft as it lingered on your smile.  “But I’m glad you’re impressed.” “I’m very impressed,” you murmured, catching his eye in return, til he remembered to scoop up the pancakes before they could burn.

When you sat across from him at the tiny plastic table tucked against the wall, cutting into your pile of fluffy golden flapjacks, dotted with blueberries and coated with syrup and melted butter, though it wasn’t anything fancy, it was one of the best breakfasts you’d had in a long while.  Mostly because of the company.

@super-unpredictable98 @salvador-daley @elliethesuperfruitlover @firstpersonnarrator

[did-i-do-this-write]

hello and how are you?

I am here to ask just some random thoughts to hopefully help you with your words and works! I am unsure of your OTP but hopefully these questions will help you consider some things.

Who says, "I love you." easily and who never says it? Who falls asleep first? Who wakes up first? What’s one way their personalities compliment one another? (Is it opposites attract or are they pretty similar?)

Have fun and I hope the words will be ever in your favor, my dear Zac.

Neal Anderson, @365runesoftheamalgamations

I love these questions so much!!! Thank you for the inspiration and fuel to get me going! 🤗 again, for Oz x Qrow of RWBY, set in my AU

Who says "I love you" easily and who never says it?

Oz says it as easily as he breathes. Casually, whenever Qrow makes him smile, it comes out just because. Because that's what he's feeling in the moment.

Qrow is more guarded about it, like he's not sure if he's using right. He really only says it once in a while, when it just hits him. Sometimes, when he feels like he can't say it himself, he'll tease Oz and sarcastically say "you don't love me that much" just to hear Oz insist with his whole heart that he does. He really does.

Who falls asleep first? Who wakes up first?

Oz on both accounts. Qrow has trouble falling asleep, but once he's out, he's out. It's hard to wake him up in the morning. Oz, on the other hand, is an early bird who wakes up at the same time everyday no matter what.

What's one way their personalities compliment one another?

In many ways, they are definitely more "opposites attract." I've talked about this a lot, so I tried to come up with something new this time, but one way they compliment each other that's smaller is that one of Qrow's love languages is teasing, while Oz's is letting others tease him :) it's a win-win

This ask motivated me to write 205 words for Home is Where Your Light Shines Brightest.

Experiment Total: 76,502

[spyridonya]

How about "twinkling lights" for the December OTP prompts for Kadira and Daeran and/or Lann?

December OTP Prompts

"C'mon!" Lann's voice echoed in the carved tunnel before Kadira, the eagerness amplified by reverberation and made him sound too close and too far at the same time.  "You're going to like this!"

"I believe the time for enjoying this ended when you required speed." Daeran's voice bounces from behind Kadira, he too sounding like the aasimar everywhere and yet far away.

To be fair to Daeran, the path in the dark tunnel was uncomfortable. Cut into the foothills not far from Drezen, the tunnel was wide enough for two dwarves to walk abreast down the rough hewn and uneven pathway and high enough for a human of average height to be comfortable.

None of the three were average height, a comfortable trait in the more intimate ways, but something of a disadvantage at present.

"I could carry you bridal style," Lann quipped back, advancing several dozen meters in front of the tiefling and aasimar. The light of his torch flickered in the darkness, catching the gleam along the walls. That was yet another uncomfortable trait about the tunnel, she air was heavy and moist, which made the walls and floor slightly wet. 

"You most certainly cannot!" Daeran's voice was closer to her ears now, more real and steady, and Kadira didn't know if the aasimar's pace had changed or if their own had changed. It only took moments before her tail skimmed against Daeran's calf as he reached her. The light of his halo glittered gold, the light casting the most unpleasant grimace on his beautiful face. However, his hand was light on the small of her back. "You're usually much quicker on stone."

"Dry stone," She murmured to him softly, "If I had known, I would have worn boots."

"And I would have not brought the Isgarean wine and cheese," He returned, "I do not suppose I could place a worm in one of Lann's apples, could I??"

"Daeran, no. Now if you’ll excuse me, I'm going to add to the light,"Kadira warned before her own halo began to shine, its light edged with sky blue rather than Daeran's golden,and glittered against the walls. .

"While I know Daeran has an excuse of being lazy, I had higher hopes for you, Kadee! C'mon, we don't have all day and when we get there you're going to want it."

"That would be an assumption, Lann." Daeran calls ahead, his voice ringing faintly with amused mockery.

"Don’t act coy, Daeran, you’re not fooling either of us!" Lann shouted back merrily, his form becoming more defined as he approached a soft, almost violet glow beyond him.

The commandeered looked over her shoulder behind her, the morning light behind her little more than a spot. While it would be near impossible not to see movement. There could always been a creature invisible behind her and-

Lann wouldn't be shouting like this, or encouraging shouting, even if there were just wild animals down here, let alone demons. The tunnel's height indicated no one had touched the stone since prior to Baphomet's forces taking Drezen 70 years ago. Very few demons they had encountered in the local territory were shorter than six feet.

The mongrel became excitable sometimes, if not reckless, though such recklessness seemed to be in regard to his own fate, and never others. 

The tiefling turned back and saw that Daeran hadn't advanced much further than a few meters, the impatience rolled off his posture in waves. With a soft clatter of hooves, Kadira caught up to the count and his hand found hers. If the commander didn't know better, she could swear he might have been doing it more than just balance.

They moved in near silence as Lann's form grew larger, the outline becoming more sharply defined by the second. Just meters ahead, Lann suddenly stood up, the cropping of the stone cutting off the outline in Kadira's slight. "Turn off your halos. They'll ruin the effect."

Daeran scoffed before his halo faded leaving a ghost of after image and Kadira willed her own off and she blinked in the not quite darkness.

When they came near, Lann crouched again and offered his hand to Kadira and Daeran. The tiefling's fingers wrapped warmly around Lann's human fingers as he guided both she and Daeran for those last steps into a sudden rise in the ground and into haunting light.

It wasn't a chamber, it was far too large and grand. It was a cavern that stretched before her and high as a temple's vault. The walls and tapering stalagmite and icicle-shaped stalactite glowed in shades of cobalt, mauve, and violet, giving enough radiance to be akin to the blue hour just before dusk. As she stepped forward, letting Lann help Daeran, her eyes followed the the colors from the ceiling to the floor below her, polished with the dwarven craftsmanship similar to the streets of Drezen as it slowly became an incline to water with curling vapors catching the luminance and color of the underground light. As her eyes adjusted, she saw the remains of old piping scattered along the shore and some already fixed to the ceiling above.

It was a underground hot spring, and the dwarves were likely fitting out the grotto to pipe the water to Drezen before it was taken over. 

For a moment, all three stood in silence. Kadira found herself walking closer and stopped, her tail slowly wagging behind her. "It's a hot spring... and it doesn't smell like sulfur."

"Yeah, I uh... that's why I brought blankets and some rations." Lann began quietly as he approached her from behind and carefully placed his hand on her shoulder.  "I thought you could use the break, Kadee."

"Is it safe?"

"Mhm, look at the water? I mean, really look at it. It's twinkling some of the light from the moss, but it's not dangerous. Can you see them?"

The water was clear as crystal save the vapor and sparkling bubbles, but she could see flashes in the water. "Fishes!"

"Ah, Kadira, always delighting in the simple things," Daeran noted, the tone only gently mocking, "When I attempt to give her bubble wine she smiles, but I tell her the vintage is Carpend-"

Kadee's kirtle fell to the ground and she fumbled with her chemise, flinging it some distance behind her and without one word of explanation, she all but splashed into the warm water

@turbulentpumpkin43 - tagging due to it being posted too early!

[kadajchan]

Yuusin

I skipped modern au questions hope it is ok.

1.Who would end a heated argument by defending their actions with ‘because I love you!’ ? 

Neither. Hakuyuu is more emotional in this matter but they both know that the other's actions usually are not just because of love.

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

Hakuyuu is used to comforting his siblings, so he deals with the situation easier. He brings water and hummus softly, using his voice as a source of comfort. Sinbad is more touchy-feely in sleep so he gives body comfort, like cuddling or nuzzling or playing with hakuyuu's hair. 

3.Do they wear the other’s clothes? (sweatshirt, bandana, necklace, etc.)

Mostly Sinbad. He likes to wear hakuyuu's hair pin.

4.Which one is more protective?

Both are on the same scale. 

 5.who needs to be ‘protected’?

Neither. They are an absolute power couple. 

6 describe their cozy night in.

Reading poetry and drinking sake on their private porch. 

7.who would beg the other not to leave? 

Neither. They prefer a broken heart over a broken pride. 

8.who has to leave to protect the other?

Neither. They would probably - agree - on getting separated if it comes to it. 

9.would they build a pillow fort together just because?

No

10.what happens if one of them gets sick?

Sinbad will - test - every remedy he had learned in his travels on Hakuyuu as long it is a simple sickness like a cold and Hakuyuu calls the palace doctor. 

11.Do either try to hide their emotions if upset? 

Sinbad. He doesn't like to wear his emotions on the palm of his hand. 

12.can the other still tell?

Yes. Hakuyuu is good at it since his cousin Kouen hides emotions as well and he is used to handle him.

13.Do they have many heated arguments? How do they smooth things over?

The king of the seven seas and Kou's emperor?  of course there is going to be heated arguments. It's shake and break up, then kiss and make up for them.

14.who’s the bigger tease?

 

Sinbad, who else ?

 15.How do their personalities compliment each other?How do they clash?

They are like thunder and water. Sinbad being a shining stunning entity full of passion and Hakuyuu a calm deep water. Nevertheless thunder and water complete each other and make a huge storm. No enemy can stand in their way when they are together. 

16.can they stay up all night just talking?

Absolutely. It's their favourite non-sexual activity. Sometimes a battle of wits and sometimes poetry and romanc.

17.Who's more likely to pull the other in by the waist and kiss them passionately?

Sinbad.

18..Who would get into a fight to defend the other's honor? 

Both. 

19.Who tends to the other's wounds?

Hakuyuu 

20.what reminds each of their partner?

Sea for Sinbad and fine sword craftsmanship for Hakuyuu. 

21.Who's more likely to convince the other to stay in bed come morning?

Sinbad.

22.Who's more likely to give the other a massage?

Hakuyuu. He likes the feeling of Sinbad's skin under his touch.

 23.Do they have any hobbies they share?

Political views discussions, practicing swordmanship, cooking. 

24.who is the light weight that needs to be taken care of after a party?

Funnily enough, Sinbad.

25.what are there thoughts on pet names? Do they have any?

Sinbad loves it, using Hakuyuu's title as an endearing form of tease and Hakuyuu loves it secretly.

26.your OTP gets to pick out each other's outfits; what is each wearing?

Sinbad in a royal frilly dress of Kou fit for an Empress and Hakuyuu in a simple Partevian outfit because despite everything Sinbad is attached to his roots.

27.can they sit side by side without touching the other or are they handsy? (lacing fingers, touching knees, etc.)

Yes. They are rulers after all.

28.who's the better story teller? 

Sinbad.

29.Who's the better cook?

Sinbad.

30.who's more likely to tell a dirty joke or story to make the other blush?

Both. Their private life is pretty - interesting - . 

31.who's more artistic?

Hakuyuu.

32.who's more likely to fire up the stove at 2am because the other woke up in the middle of the night hungry?

Hakuyuu.

33.Which is more likely to swear? 

Sinbad.

34.Who is more sexually experimental? 

Both.

35.who's more vanilla?

Hakuyuu

36.who would rescue an injured animal and nurse it back to health? 

Sinbad.

37.who an insatiable appetite? And what does the other do to help?

They both normally unless it is alcohol for Sinbad which hakuyuu disapproves.

38.what's  their favorite type of weather to enjoy together? 

Cool weather after the rain. 

39.Who would give their life for the other without a second thought?

Hakuyuu.

40.can they fall asleep without the other?

Yes. Diplomatic trips, anyone? 

41.Does either of them have a secret that could potentially ruin their relationship?

Of course.

42. Does either of them have a hard time being away from the other?

Yes. Hakuyuu. Sinbad is a man who cannot be chained.

43.who's more likely to do something out of spite?

Sinbad.

44.What’s a non verbal way they say I love you?

Lying on hakuyuu's lap and enjoying his hair being caressed for Sinbad and receiving unique souvenirs from Sinbad for Hakuyuu. 

45.Who’s more likely to carry the other to bed?

Sinbad. 

46.Do they like watching clouds or star gazing?

Yes. Star gazing with Sinbad telling hakuyuu about different stars and how sailors find their way based on them. 

47.What do they do turn the other on/put them in the mood?

Nothing but a good heated discussion and disagreements can do it better. 

48.Who’s more likely to hold a grudge after an argument?

Neither but Sinbad keeps pouting because he knows Hakuyuu cannot resist kissing him then. 

49. Who tops? Who bottoms?

They are a switch but with a top Sinbad preference. 

50.Who pulls the other closer when they’re sleeping?

Hakuyuu 

[pan-flute-skeleton]

6. For Mallory and Charles for the Soft OTP Prompts meme!

6- Write about an intense kiss between your ship.

Oh boy I think I got one

It had been decades since he last visited a strip club. Now with his status, he was worried about being seen in one. But the enticing offer she gave him was too good to pass on. The security guard at the door blocked him from entry, until he stated his purpose.

"I'm here to see Ms. Seefore." The guard did not budge for that was not who she promised for Charles. He sighed and corrected himself, "I'm here to see Ms. Monsoon." The door was then opened for Charles and he went inside.

The club was empty. Not even the staff members were around. Although he did see the the DJ shrouded in darkness, waiting. There was a folding chair at the end of the catwalk under a spotlight. Charles assumed that was for him and when he settled, the light went off. In the next moment, a seductive, jazzy song played over the speakers. The spotlight shined on the curtain ahead and a leg curled out through the slit. The click of her platform heel went with the beat. Mallory Monsoon emerged in her negligee made of crystals. She shimmered like morning dew and sauntered to Charles. She took his face in both her hands and kissed him deeply. Her tongue breached past his teeth and braised the roof of his mouth.

"Thank you for coming to see me, sir," she purred in his ear, "I hope you enjoy the show."

A metal ring appeared behind her from the ceiling and she performed the best, most seductive aerial show she could put on. He was her guest of honor and Mallory would honor him in every carnal way.

[galvanizedfriend]

I know ennie asked about Speed Dating but I reread it this week when it came back to my dash, so I'm asking too and you'll just have to answer both tysm!!

for the directors cut ⭐

She turns to one side, then the other, tosses her hair back. “Is this cleavage too slutty? I don’t want to look too slutty.”

“What are you aiming for? Moderately promiscuous?”

She turns to him. “I want to say hot but with class, not I have nicknames for my boobs.”

⭐TELL ME ABOUT THIS DRESS YOKAN 🥰 #otp: superior boobs

⭐ alsooooo at what point in living together did Klaus start intentionally staying home to spend more time with Caroline 👀. a lifestyle change that big is Pretty Significant for a bachelor/playboy/art gallery owner 👀👀.

⭐PLEASE TELL ME HOW KLAUS FELT WHEN CAROLINE SAID "“I’m still here, aren’t I?”" gimme all the EMOTIONS. I have ideas but I want headcanons I want inner monologue I want everything

⭐ HAHAHA Ok, the dress. 🤣🤣 I have nothing in mind. 😬 But Caroline wanted to look *hot*, except not like stripper hot. She was going for more like something to keep you wondering, whilst keeping the mystery. 😇

⭐ I think what happened with Klaus was that the more time he spent with Caroline, the more he realized how empty his relationships with other people were. Not necessarily his friends, but mostly the women he was seeing. He was fine being a total fuckboy, but living with Caroline made him crave something more out of his one night stands that he was simply not finding. She took the spark out of random super models, if you will. 🤣 He kept thinking about her. So it's not really that he became celibate or just completely stopped seeing other people or going out, he would rather stay with her or just passed on the least interesting ones.

⭐ Ok, it's almost 1 in the morning, so be kind to me, ok? 🥲

"Except no one has stayed. My temper seems to have a rather short expiration date, it drives people away. Just ask my brother." He punctuates his sentence with a wan smile, thinking back on all the times Elijah shot snide remarks his way or when Kol pointed out that he was sad and lonely as though that was some kind of joke. Klaus always brushed it off with venom and smirks because that's the Mikaelson way. Their fraternal bonds are unbreakable, but full of thorns. But if he said some of those throwaway lines didn't hit him right where it hurts most, he'd be lying. Particularly since a certain someone moved into his apartment.

He never truly realized the sizable emptiness in his lifestyle until Caroline moved in, shining light at places he'd rather keep in the dark. Before her, he was of the firm opinion that loneliness was more of a social construct to say Valentine's Day cards and Christmas presents than anything else. He was only alone when he wanted to be. After her, however...

He is always alone when she isn't around.

There's a beat long pause while Klaus stares vaguely at his drink, swirling the ember liquid of his expensive whiskey around as though he'd suddenly find the answer to all his woes as the bottom of a glass. And then Caroline says, "I'm still here, aren't I?" and he feels his treacherous heart stop.

He feels the mask slipping away as he looks up at her, not quite able to hide his surprise. The smile on her face is soft and sincere, and suddenly all he wants to do is draw closer and find out if that quake at the pit of his stomach is also shaking her apart, if she lies awake at night, conjuring up possibilities. But he hesitates.

Theirs is an unspoken agreement. If he dares to take a step forward and mess it all up, she'll be gone in the morning. And Klaus is not quite ready to give her up, even if it means he has to look at her as one would a precious, invaluable painting at a museum: longing, full of yearn, but from afar."

Thank you for you questions, Katherine my friend! ❤️⭐

[zevlor]

“a storm is brewing, bringing a flood of sorrow and anger for all that was lost to the flames”

got my beautiful commission from @redreart this morning and I really just haven’t stopped staring at it. everyone knows how much my deputy Theo means to me and this is just absolutely breathtaking and amazing to see her like this… thank you so much I’m definitely going to commission again when I have a chance!

[raith-way]

Ryan and Bruce

Cute 20 & Spooky 18

Thank you for the ask/prompt! I love these two, which is why I wrote for them first, and I actually managed to write something non-angsty for them!

Ryan & Bruce [otp: mutually assured destruction]

Warm Welcome [cute #20: first frost of the year]

Ryan woke up to two very unexpected surprises, and she added in the unexpected despite the obvious definition of the word surprise because of how caught off guard she was. The sweater she had fallen asleep in did nothing to ward off the chill as she emerged from unconsciousness, and she hissed as cold air hit her bare legs after swinging her blanket off of her. It’d been cold the night before, but not so cold that she’d felt the need to find a pair of pants to sleep in or even pull on a pair of socks. Now she hopped from foot to foot as she crossed the wooden floors of her bedroom, and her breath showed in a pale cloud in front of her face as she moved to the single window in her bedroom. Ice had crept across the glass while she slept, and she pressed her fingers against the edge of forming frost. She was shivering, acutely aware of the temperature since all she was wearing was the sweater and a pair of panties, but she couldn’t stop looking outside long enough to go find some more clothes.

In Banshee City, there was never any real snow. Occasional ice, yes, but not until much closer to Christmastime. She hadn’t been expecting it to get this cold, this fast. Down below, people were fully bundled up and moving quickly to get to their destinations. (The people here always moved quickly, as a safety precaution, but it seemed like the cold gave them some extra motivation to get to where they were going.) Outside, ice had formed along everything. The rough bricks of the buildings, the cracked sidewalks, and around the perimeter of her small window. Her breath puffed out against the glass, fogging it up, and she tugged her sweater sleeve down over her hand to wipe the glass. Small little circles until she could see the outside world again.

“You know.” She tensed at the sound of the voice and then instantly relaxed as she recognized it, and she turned to greet her second surprise of the morning as he continued talking. “My house keeps the internal temperature regulated. If you were there, you wouldn’t be shivering right now.”

“Bruce!” She saw his cheek twitch, under the thick scruff of a beard that he was apparently growing, just before she threw herself at him. She hadn’t been expecting him back for at least another week, possibly longer, but he was here. Arms caught her easily, swept her up into the air and pulled her in, and she locked her legs around the soft material of a padded jacket that still had cold ice starting to drip from the back of it.

“You miss me?” he asked as her arms wound around his neck. Bruce was freezing, especially against the bare parts of her skin, but she didn’t care. He’d been gone for almost a month, and she had missed him. Missed him enough to admit to it, just not to his face. So she ducked down to nuzzle under his jaw, felt the scrape of his beard against her cheek, and reached up to bury her cold fingers in his thick hair.

“I might have missed you, a little,” she whispered. He must have been wearing gloves at some point, because his hands were warm as they swept up her thighs to rest easily on her hips under her sweater. Technically, under his sweater that she had taken for herself.

“You could have missed me from the lakehouse.” His hands were warm against her back, pulling her tighter against him, and she shifted to run her cold nose against his cheek.

“And miss seeing you actually show up here? Not a chance,” she laughed. Bruce hated her apartment, hated that she had chosen to live in Gotham’s crime-filled East End, but she felt more at home here. At least, she did when Bruce was gone. The lakehouse didn’t feel like home without Bruce there.

“Will you come back with me now?” Ryan pulled back to look at him properly, and there was still a hint of a smile over his expression. Softening the line of his mouth and putting a little extra warmth in his eyes. Her hands moved to the front of his face, fingers scratching through the beard that was new and different against her skin, and she leaned forward to feel that newness against her lips.

“Only if you promise to keep this for a little bit longer,” she bargained. She tightened her thighs around him, just enough for him to feel the pressure, and felt one hand pressing solidly against the center of her back.

“Only if you promise to keep this on,” he added and used his other hand to pull on the bottom hem of the sweater she’d taken from his closet. She thought that over, the feeling of warm cotton and soft scruff against her skin, and pulled back with a smile.

“Deal.”

Here Lies [spooky #18: an ancient mausoleum, stone door crumbling]

The grass was so soft under her feet, a cushion for every step forward, but where were her shoes? Ryan never walked around outside barefoot, just in case something happened and she needed to take off running. She continued forward, and she looked up. The sky was dark, moon hanging full and swollen in the otherwise dark night, but she couldn’t see any stars. It should have been cold, but the breeze that lifted her hair from her neck was soothing. A balm against her aggravated skin, and her eyes closed as she kept moving forward. She didn’t need to have her eyes open to know where she was going. She let herself enjoy the moment. The tickle of grass against the bare bottoms of her feet, warm dew brushing against her ankles, and that rolling breeze under the starless night.

“This isn’t right,” she thought as the grass changed. The softness twisted, thickened and pushed, and her eyes stayed closed as she winced. Dead hardened grass cut against her skin, ripped at the bottoms of her feet and pulled above her ankles, but she couldn’t stop. Couldn’t go back. Had to keep pushing forward. The breeze was hot now, licking against the back of her neck like some great beast following at her heels.

Ryan opened her eyes as everything went perfectly still, perfectly quiet, and there was a door in front of her. Tall and imposing, thick stone, a darker gray even in the moonlight. One hand reached out, fingertips brushed against the center of the door, and she watched as it started to break. First, a single crack down the middle. Loud as thunder. She reached out with both hands, dug her fingers into the stone, and started to pull. Stone crumbled under her hands and landed at her feet, a fine dust to soothe the places where she was still bleeding, and she couldn’t stop. Kept pulling and tearing at the door, and when did she start screaming? Her throat burned as she screamed up at the sky, at the moon that loomed above her and slowly started to bleed red, and the stone door was crumbled into nothingness. Not even dust was left on her fingertips, and she locked her teeth together as she continued forward.

The inside of the mausoleum was cold, freezing. Her bare feet burned against the cold floor as she walked inside, and the air burrowed under her clothes to slip under her skin. This was an ancient place, colder than the deepest depths of hell, and she wanted to run. Wanted to be back in Bruce’s warm bed, with his solid arms around her and grounding her, but she couldn’t stop. She kept walking forward, always forward, and her bottom lip quivered as she looked to her right. The walls were stone, just as solid as the door had been, with names carved deep into them.

Emil Dietrich.

Her step-father always had grease on his hands, from the mechanic’s shop, and he had laughed with his entire body.

Maria Dietrich.

Her mother had a soft voice, perfect for singing lullabies and telling bedtime stories, and she had smelled like lemon and vanilla.

Harrison Dietrich.

The oldest of her younger brothers, sweet baby Harry, wanted to be an engineer. Wanted to build and create and make the world beautiful.

Bernard Dietrich.

Her littlest brother that was destined to tower over them all, fierce darling Bear, had wanted to know everything about everything. Had wanted to learn as much as he could.

Chelsea Dietrich.

Her baby sister, bubbly tenacious Chels, had been the brightest part of her life. Had come to her whenever she wanted to feel safe or needed a hand to hold.

Ryan’s fingers pulled at her hair, because she could hear them. Hear them all behind the stone, crying out. Screaming from the bullets and the fire, from the things that ripped them apart and turned them to ash. Asking where she was, why she wasn’t there with them. Hadn’t she been there with them? Torn apart, set ablaze, and locked in the darkness? Even Ryan’s screams couldn’t drown them out. Not even her apologies, for daring to keep breathing and for existing out in the light, could get them to quiet. She thought she could even hear the stone starting to shift, to break apart, as they tried to claw their way out of the darkness. She belonged with them and had left, so now they were going to join her. As the first stone cracked, allowing a small hand to slip free, Ryan stumbled away and turned to press her face against the opposite wall.

The mausoleum was filled with screams, begging questions and yelled accusations, and Ryan pushed harder against the stone wall as hands started to pull at her. Grease stained fingers around her ankles and a small hand curling around her left wrist. Her eyes opened as she was pulled back, as hands that smelled like rot and lemon circled softly around her throat, and she saw the name carved in the stone ahead of her. The name that she had pressed her face against. Thickly carved lines, stark and shining wetly in the darkness as more hands pulled her backwards. As words were whispered, asking her to stay. Telling her to stay where she belonged. Reminding her that she was never meant to leave in the first place. All she could see was that name, the only one carved on this side of the mausoleum.

Ryan Lopez.

“Ryan!”

The sound of her own name, being shouted right into her face, caused her entire body to lock up. She went completely still, senses straining and overwhelmed, and it took her a moment to realize what had happened. She’d been dreaming. The grass, the moon, the mausoleum. It had all been a dream. She was lying in Bruce’s bed, on her back with his soft sheets tangled around her ankles, and she was breathing too fast. Her entire body was pushing up against Bruce’s with every terror-filled breath, because Bruce was braced over her. Elbows sinking into the plush mattress on either side of her head, and she locked her gaze with his. The warm color of his eyes helped chase away the cold of the phantom mausoleum, and her fingers scratched against his back before flattening to push him down. She needed to feel him pressed against her, to hold her down and ground her in this moment, and she slowed her breathing to match his. To get them moving in sync. Hooked a leg around his waist and pulled every part of him against her, until she was fully compressed.

“Tell me you’ll keep me here.” Her voice was rough, she must have screamed in her sleep, and Bruce’s eyes were searching hers. Determined to find the reasoning behind her words without any context, and her legs wrapped around his as he flattened himself against her.

“Anyone that wants you, will have to go through me,” he promised her. It shouldn’t be comforting. She shouldn’t want him to stand between her and death, but she shook in relief and clawed her hands against his shoulders. Gripped the back of his hair and pulled him down.

“Don’t carve my name into stone,” she whispered against his chin. He pulled back enough to see her, for his warm breath to drift across her skin, and she’d been crying. The shifting air drifted across the wet tracks, leaving behind a lingering coldness. His eyes were analyzing, mind working through everything he knew about her, and he dropped to press his brow against hers. Pressed tight. His solid heat against her shaking softness.

“Ashes to ashes,” slipped across her lips. Ryan would never be buried. Her name wouldn’t be immortalized in stone. When she was done, she’d be ash. As she was meant to be.

“Bruce.” The hands had reached for her, pulled at her, begged her to come home to them. “Bruce.” She had wanted the darkness, still did sometimes, but she wanted this more. Wanted him more. “Bruce.”

“It’s okay, I’m here,” Bruce said against her temple. He was blanketing her now, keeping her safe and protected from the world, and she slowly started to relax. Started to come back to herself. “You’re here, with me.”

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[delucadarling]

I’m sure I’m far from the first person to think “Phil would make a great(?) Catholic priest” and I know I’m also not the first person to go “Phil/Simon otp”

but don’t we all just want more cake? must there only be one cake?

I am very tired. Here’s 600 words of Simon Lauchlan’s Catholic guilt

Title: Religious Movement

Spoilers: Minor character spoiler for season 2

Summary: AU where Phil Cheeseman is a priest and Simon Lauchlan keeps ending up in his chapel far, far too late in the night

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“Back again, Mr. Lauchlan?”

Simon raises his head, bleary eyes coming into focus as the sound of cheap shoes on brilliantly polished marble flooring echoes around the chapel. Father Cheeseman looks down at him, then sits on the pew as Simon slides further down to give him space. 

“Still burning the midnight oil, Father?”

“I’ve always been a night owl,” he says with a shrug.

“How’s that work out for you, with morning mass and all?”

“The Lord does not give us more than we can handle,” Father Cheeseman says, following the statement with a deep sigh that bows his shoulders. “Though he does give us many, many hurdles sometimes.”

“To learn from.”

“Something like that.” Father Cheeseman smiles, stirring something in Simon’s chest that should not stir while looking into the warm, brown eyes of a holy man. 

“Maybe that’s why I keep coming here,” Simon says, turning to face the pulpit instead. The glossy wood shines even in the dim light of the candles. He can’t help noticing there are more lit now than there used to be. He can’t help noticing he hadn’t been waiting long before Father Cheeseman found him either. 

“Do you find faith to be a hurdle?”

“Can a mountain be a hurdle?”

Father Cheeseman laughs. “I think that depends. Have you done much mountain climbing?”

Simon regards him for a moment, the thick, sticky feeling of still being drunk making it hard to think about the question.

“Are we still being figurative?” he asks. Father Cheeseman hums thoughtfully.

“I’d be interested in the answer either way.”

“No mountain climbing,” Simon says. “I’m too busy with managing the gyms, and plus it’s just a money sink for rich prats who want to ‘find themselves’ and aren’t into hard drugs.”

As expected, Father Cheeseman looks aghast by his answer, but it only makes Simon smile. Maybe he shouldn’t take such glee in deliberately taking a priest off his guard, but Simon’s enough of a glutton that he doesn’t even question it anymore. 

Clearing his throat, the good father says, “I see. I always thought the appeal was more about, you know, communing with nature.”

“Who needs it?” Simon jokes. “I personally rather like access to a shower.”

“I’ve always wanted to see the stars,” Father Cheeseman says. He says it fast, like he hopes Simon might miss him saying it, or else not think about it much. Simon leans in closer to listen. “I had a telescope when I was a boy. It was always too bright to see much, but I loved the idea of charting stars.”

“And so you went to seminary?”

“There were many steps that brought me here,” Father Cheeseman says wryly. “Among them being that it felt right.”

“Doing what feels right can lead to a lot of wrong decisions,” Simon says, almost warningly. Father Cheeseman doesn’t strike him as a man who knows how to get himself out of trouble. Simon’s not so good at that either, but he’s well aware of when he’s getting himself into trouble. Father Cheeseman doesn’t even seem to realize the trouble Simon can bring. 

Oblivious, the priest nods. “I had my missteps, but I ended up where I was meant to be in the end.” Looking to Simon, he asks, “Where do you want to end up?”

The question hits Simon like a hot iron poker through the chest, and it twists as Father Cheeseman smiles at him. What a cruel question to ask. The only answer he can give is the only place he’d never be allowed. 

[maverickcalf]

angsty otp asks (tho i feel like they're more like prompts): ethan x jack + 5

Ya know what you are right. I am going to treat them like prompts. With that in mind: Otp Questions Prompts - Angsty

5. Who cries out for their partner but their partner isn’t there?

Warnings for PTSD and Character Death under the cut:

Ethan Hunt really does enjoy waking up before the dawn. The way the morning dew shines in the fresh light of the sun. The way the sun begins to warm the air. The way it feels like life has started anew. The whole world seems to shift and you can really only see if you are up before the sun.

Ethan took a deep breath in as he looked out over the view from his balcony, he always loved it when they were over looking some nature, reminded him of home. Not that he hated being in a city, but he preferred to at least be near a park, the fresh grass just sparked something in his soul.

"Enjoying yourself?"

Ethan turned to see the voice who called out to him and smiled as he saw Jack, still in his clothes from yesterday, approach him on the balcony, gently patting Ethan on the back as they both looked out at the view. "I guess you could say that." Ethan turned to look at Jack, he has dark rings around his eyes. "Did you sleep at all last night?"

Jack shrugged his shoulders, "Nah, but you know me. I am fine."

Ethan rolled his eyes, Jack was trying to brush it off like he normally does. Ethan presses Jack's forehead to his own. "What, am I going to have to force you to sleep?"

Jack smirked, "Maybe that's what I want."

Ethan laughed softly, "Well if that's really what you want, I suppose I can make the time." They pulled apart and Ethan looked out at the view again. "Just give me a minute, okay?"

"Okay. I will get ready- for sleep" Jack said slyly as he made his way inside. Ethan smirked, oh was going to make Jack sleep alright. Still he always had trouble pulling himself away from the morning view.

Still the thought of being with Jack drew him back inside. But when he got inside Jack was no where to be found. At first he thought it was a prank, maybe he was hiding waiting to surprise him.

But as he called out the echos through the walls could be felt in his soul. Jack wasn't here. He was gone. Yet Ethan kept calling out in hope.

No. No. No. He couldn't be gone.

"Jack?"

"Jack."

"Jack!"

Each cry becoming more and more desperate until Ethan felt his chest would burst.

The final call is what snapped him out of his nightmare. The sound of his own voice calling out ringing in his ears. He tried to reassure himself that it wasn't real.

But it was.

Jack was gone.

Ethan noticed the sun fill the room and it tore at him. Why did he get to see the sun and Jack, Jack didn't? Why did it have to be this way?

Ethan looked down at his shaking hands and sobbed into them.

"Jack."

[pinktatertots99]

OTP Starteeeers! Sad: “I’m a monster.” “No, you’re not.” foooor Uno and Jyugo but just as buddies and not as a ship please. I mean Uno IS the best bud ahahaha

Thank you!

ON IT! takes place after jyugo’s visit with musashi to talk on their past. had alottt of fun with this holy fuck.

Sad OTP Starters

3. “I’m a monster.” “No, you’re not.”

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tossing a little in his futon the blonde’s sky blue eyes cracked to glare at the dark ceiling of his shared cell. was most definitely NOT morning but he knew why he was awake. turning over to his side where the moon’s shine came through the cell’s window he found the ever familiar black and white jumpsuit sitting there.

“ya haven’t been too vocal since ya came back.” he stated quietly despite how dead of sleeper’s nico and rock were as he watched the back of jyugo’s head nod. “mean, i’m kinda used to you being that way, but after hearin ya went to see musashi of all people do ya expect me not to crack an eyebrow at it?”

he continued staying quiet, hand on his side twitching along with his right leg moving ever so slightly. he knew what this was, he’d say he’d be going out and go cry on the balcony like he’s done before. sure he’d let him, wouldn’t drag him to stay put knowing he cared for all their sleep. once he saw his knees bend to get up he was right behind him standing up.

“goin to the r-” he started only to pause once seeing uno up, making quick work to use his ponytail holder to put the mammoth length of his hair in a loose ponytail. “how bout i escort ya huh? been a while since i’ve been up there.”

“...you don’t.” he paused looking down as uno put his hands on his hips. “i insist.” he stated firmly, giving his tone the friendliest way it could to say ‘i’m serious’ to him. seeming to take the defeat in this mental game jyugo sighed and walked past him. “better not trip any lights with that hair.”

“oh please we both know how skilled i’m at it.” uno stated as both got out, walking down the empty hall and avoiding most of the traps, side stepping the crocodile pit, ignoring the one part of the rail of the steps that would’ve caused a trap door, and unlocking the locks they both needed to get to the balcony.

the wind blew lightly as it wasn’t too bad of weather out on this spring turning summer night. both of them walked to the rail of the balcony, jyugo’s arms on it looking ahead as uno had one arm on it, twirling a hair piece as they stood there in silence.

“....you know, that gokuu supervisor guy?”

“the samon guy?”

“the other one.”

uno raised a brow. “right yeah, i know him.”

“and the girl he was with?” uno smirked with a hue of a blush on his cheeks. “how could i forget such a cutie~? by the way you still owe me for not introducin us proper-”

“their both dead.”

the wind felt louder to uno’s ears as he looked over at the other, his arm holding his head and hiding his face. “...oh. ...fuck.”

“yeah.”

both continued in silence, uno watching his body as jyugo’s hand currently shielding his face was twitching in a scratching motion, he knew this motion, this was the motion that would lead to a breakdown.

“..i’m a monster.” he stated bluntly, uno’s expression turning firm and tight. “no your not.”

“if i wasn’t here-”

“then this whole building would be in shamble’s by now.” he finished, his canines showing as he scowl’d. “that shit isn’t your fault. it’s that elf guy ya told me bout. HE did this, whoever the hell he’s workin for did this, not you.”

he continued watching, seeing both jyugo’s arms shaking and twitching, his arm lowering slightly as yeah, he was breaking down. pressing both his knuckles to his forehead as he rested it on them, gulping down heavily as the tears streamed. the blonde moved an arm over, hugging him one armed hesitantly.

“oi oi, it’s alright. it’s alright.” he comforted softly, watching as jyugo moved from leaning on the bar to hiding in his black tank covered chest. “i don’t...know why...i barely knew em why-...”

“you just think way too much with your heart jyug.” uno semi-humorously and comfortingly replied, hugging him with both arms and petting his shaking back. “their okay now. things’ll be different.”

“h...how?”

“cause,” he moved to get the other’s attention, watching jyugo look up with his pink face, small bit of snot threatening to come out that had to make uno not back him away as he watched his eyes turn blue and pink when seeing him. “cause you’ll be there to make it different. that’s why.”

he sniffed, giving a choked out chuckle as he looked away. “cheesy.” uno knew this maneuver, jyugo wasn’t the type to be emotional with others for long but uno shrugged it off cause he was still seventeen, give him time, he’d play along. “oi i thought it was pretty good.”

“you gotta stop lettin nico drag you into anime binge’s.”

“ey if it means seein some sexy anime girls i don’t mind.”

“right, i should’ve guessed, considerin their the only girls ya can see-”

“i will throw ya off this balcony myself.” followed by humored laughs filled the starry night sky.

[cower-before-power]

Smoke

Summary: Yami and Charlotte share a late night moment

Pairing: Yami x Charlotte

TW: Smoking, implied sexual content

Link to A03 here

A/N: Hello and welcome to the first fic I wrote for Black Clover. YamiChar is my OTP and I love writing for them. They may be a little OOC but I like to think they’d become soft lil’beans for each other once love is confessed. Please enjoy, sweet potatoes :)

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The urge for a cigarette wakes him.

It’s not unusual for him to smoke a few times in the night, the need for nicotine breaking through even his most pleasant slumber. It irritates him on occasion, the inability to get through a night undisturbed. His ragamuffins would probably appreciate him in the mornings more after a full night spent in dreams. Though, he thinks, as he sits up and reaches for the pack sitting on his bedside table, reality is currently a lot better than any damn dream.

Reality is standing in front of the window, her silhouette illuminated by the wan moonlight shining through the grimy glass. If he was a romantic sap (which, on the very rare occasion, he just might be), he would say she looks like a goddess, like beauty incarnate come down from the Heavens to make men fall to their knees in awestruck worship. And then probably cut them all down where they kneel, he thinks with a smirk. She may be a goddess of beauty, but with her beauty comes unrepentant destruction. A rose covered in thorns, soft yet deadly, feminine yet with the power to strike you down and make you bleed.

He’s never been afraid of seeing his own blood.

“What’s on your mind, Prickly Queen?” He asks, bringing the now lit cigarette to his mouth.

“Nothing really,” she says, and the softness of her voice tugs lightly at his heartstrings. There once was a time he would not have dared to think he would hear it like this, quiet and laced with sleep. He treasures it. “I woke up for a drink of water, that’s all.”

She sets the cup in her hand down on the windowsill and turns towards the bed, wrinkling her nose slightly at the sight of smoke escaping from between chapped lips. “Must you do that in bed?”

He snorts. “My hideout, my rules.”

She scoffs, but the corners of her mouth tug up slightly. “I seem to recall saying something similar to you every time you spend the night in my bed, and I just get a face full of smoke as a response.”

He shrugs. “Why would I get up when I’m already comfy in bed? Take me as I am or leave me, Prickly Queen.”

(She’s always taken him for who he is. There’s few who have).

She tries to fight her smile but she’s failing. Her lips quirk up further. “Perhaps I should start up too, then. We can smoke in bed together.”

He laughs outright, the offending object swinging precariously from his lips. “Yeah right, the day I see you smoking is the day that no magic idiot remembers to restock the toilet paper.”

She gives up on her stern mouth, a full smile blooms across her face. After years of tight lipped glares and angry stares, it never fails to make his heart falter slightly.

“You got me,” she dances towards the bed, her blue nightgown swishing around her like a waterfall of silk. He reaches for her, hands settling on her hips as she climbs into his lap. Even after all these months he is still surprised by how unburdened and bold she is when it’s just the two of them. How free she can be with her feelings and affections. Of course, his tsun tsun princess still exists at times (especially with intense teasing from his end), but where would the fun be if she left?

“I’ll never take up such a filthy habit,” she continues, hands trailing up his bare chest. “Only a moronic meathead of a man would subject his lungs to such abuse.”

(Ah, the “man” insults. Now said with exasperated affection instead of scorn. He’ll take it.)

She plucks the near dead cigarette from his lips and tosses it onto the ashtray beside him. He opens his mouth to protest but the look she’s wearing silences him.

“Besides,” her eyes are growing dark, and her lips are bending into that smile that makes things below the belt twitch in excitement. “If I want to taste smoke, I’ve got a much more pleasant way of doing so.”

He anticipates her kiss and meets her halfway, a dance perfected over the months they’ve belonged to each other. There was a time when he never would have believed this possible, when he had bet his chips on secretly pining for the cold and sharp rose from a far. When he thought the idea of him brought her nothing but disdain. When both of them were stupid, scared, oblivious idiots.

(Good thing he was often a shit gambler.)

She tugs on his hair, impatient. He laughs into her mouth, shaking himself out of his thoughts. “You in a hurry?“

She tugs harder and his eyes roll back slightly. “Stop talking, idiot.”

He flips them so fast she squeals in surprise. “Hey, I’m the one who gives the orders around here.” He nips lightly at her throat, enjoying the way it makes her squirm beneath him.

“Is your mouth only good for cigarettes and talking nonsense?” She tries to say sternly, but his hands have already started wandering and it comes out rather breathy.

He grins a shit eating grin against her pounding pulse. “You know it isn’t.”

“Then hurry up before I throw the rest of those awful things in the trash.”

(An empty threat, but he’s nothing but a devout worshiper of his Prickly Queen. So he obeys.)

Some time later he lights another very unconfiscated cigarette and she half heartedly complains as she lounges against his chest, drowsy and sated. He just laughs, his own buzz mixing pleasantly with the tobacco and the feel of her.

“You love it,” he teases gently, fingers stroking languidly over her skin.

“I love you,” she yawns, and her eyes close. “Filthy habits and all.”

He presses a kiss to her head and squeezes her tight, his own declaration that he knows she understands. He takes another drag as she slowly begins to slip into the bliss of sleep.

“Goodnight, Yami,” she murmurs.

“Goodnight, Charlotte,” he blows the smoke into the air, and watches it lazily drift into the velvet night.

[formerprincewille]

I was tagged by @pamouche and @borborai in this and I finally gotten around to doing it. Thanks so much!

Fav wtfock s3 things: honestly I could go on for hours about my love for this season it’s One of my favorite things to exist in the entire world. I have re-watched it so many times and it always leaves me feeling so happy. Some specifics: Robbe IJzermans, sweet sunshine, love and light of my life, I would throw myself in front of traffic for that boy I love him so much. He captured my heart in a way few ever have. This boy. He’s just such a caring and compassionate person. He’s got his little shit attitude, and he’s definitely a tiny brat, but he is also so full of love to give. I love that he’s not flashy. He’s not somebody that a lot of people are going to notice in a crowd. He’s overlooked by everyone, including his friends. But when you get to know him you see how remarkable he is, because few people are that genuinely good. And the way he grew from hurt and lonely and angry and afraid to happy and confident and not only accepting but proud of who he is makes me cry happy tears. He’s just the best. But the other best is the yin to his yang, his beautiful, wonderful, cool, bold, funny, sweet, and completely dorky art hoe of a soul mate, Sander Driesen. When I think of what my ideal Even would be, he is it. His heart is just right there for everyone to see and he doesn’t hide it. In fact he’s extra about showing it. He’s also vulnerable and needy and feels so very young to be going through such large struggles. He makes me laugh and cry and I would dive in front of the Skam France car for him as well. Love that kid so much. Sobbe. Do I really need to say it? Holy shit they are everything. Soulmates, best friends, loves of each other’s lives. Their chemistry is so good that it doesn’t even exist in this stratosphere. It’s otherworldly. The love that they feel for each other is tangible. They’re one of those couples that when I look at them I think “now those two are going to make it”. You can just feel it. They also somehow manage to hit on so many beloved fanfic tropes but remain realistic because it’s actually canon. Like when couples in fanfic will call each other pet names but it’s rare you actually see it in canon. But sobbe is like hold my beer and goes all out with it. The way they express their love to each other is exactly what the other one needs. Sander is loud end boisterous and goes all out to make it clear to Robbe and everyone else on earth how he feels about this boy. He gives him things to make him feel special and he’s full of affection for him. Robbe is also extremely affectionate, he tells Sander what he needs to hear to feel safe and loved and they love spending time together. Their love is a balm for one another that soothes them both. And it’s clear that neither of them need the other more nor ever did. They both needed one another and met at a time in our lives that they were both in pretty low places and were exactly what the other needed. And they always will be. Sorry, getting emotional again. They’re the otp to end all otps. 🥺 The Soundtrack. I love every single song on the soundtrack. All of them, and I listened to the soundtrack so much on my Spotify that my entire top songs of 2020 were made up of wtfock s3 songs. They not only have excellent musical choices, but they are all placed within scenes so well that they perfectly complement what is happening in the narrative at any given point. Casa Milan and Zoenne and Robbe aka Flatshare Fam. I want to live there. It is so warm, it is so inviting, and it is filled with such love. The support that Robbe got from Milan, Zoë, and Senne was unmatched. I don’t know where he would’ve been without it. Could you imagine if he had had to live with his dad? How differently his story could’ve ended up? Especially with Milan, having someone not much older than he is who has gone through a lot of the same things he has. He was such a big brother figure and mentor and I’m so glad Robbe had that.

Fav clip: Scuse me I’m not picking just one so Dinsdag 16:31, Zaterdag 09:41, Woensdag 21:21, Mandaag 11:03, Zaterdag 08:44 and Woensdag 16:36

Fav scene: Their Vrijdag 21:21 reunion, morning after, ohn/mbm, singing to a shoe, the hotel scenes, and the grocery store. I’m not really sure of the distinction between a scene and a clip 😂

Fav shot: Oh god don’t make me choose. Their hands in Dinsdag 16:31 is a big one. The dual mirror shots of Robbe after Milan tells him about gay pride before the attack to him bruised and battered after. When Robbe is kneeling down beside Sander in Mandaag 11:03. The shot of Milan, Robbe, and Sander playing the pandemic game all cozy by the Christmas tree. Any shots of Robbe and Sander making heart eyes and/or kissing. Any close ups of Robbe’s face and eyes bc Herbots, man. Good god he’s amazing.

Fav kiss that Robbe initiates: Woensdag 21:21, Dinsdag 07:27 and Woensdag 17:21

Fav kiss that Sander initiates: Zaterdag 09:41, Dinsdag 16:31, and Vrijdag 21:21

Fav Sander dialogue: Can I say everything? Okay okay, I’ll give some examples. “Wow, that’s expensive!” “You and me, a hundred percent forever, in every universe.” “I’m holding onto you and I’m never letting go of you.” “🎵Ground control to major Tom. Circuit dead there’s something wrong.🎵” “Are you going to leave me behind?” (🥺) “Zero stars on booking.com.” “The moonlight was shining down on you and I knew immediately ‘he is the one’.” “Get ready to be mindblown!” “All the way or no way.” “Take it or leave it, eh?” “You could try bribing the teacher.” “Robin.” Also literally everything he said during wtfockdown because there’s not a moment where he isn’t iconic. But a really special moment, “Just because other people are close minded doesn’t mean that you should make your world smaller.”

Fav Robbe dialogue: “You touched me and I’ve never felt something like that.” “That kiss was really *head explosion noises*.” “Not in this universe.” “Sander, there is something between us. I love you.” “Jawel.” (I just love the way he says it, it’s so fuckin cute). “Fuck Chernobyl.” “Always.” And of course, his verse in eenvoud.

Fav hug: Mandaag 11:03 when Robbe holds a crying Sander. Also, does the spooning and cuddling in the hotel scenes and Dinsdag 07:27 count? Because I love that. Also Woensdag 17:21. Or really anytime Robbe is being a clingy koala. And we can’t forget his hug with Milan after he tells him about the attack. He really needed that comfort.

Fav 21:21: Nope. Nah in all seriousness they just hit different. Woensdag is my favorite in terms of clip alone because from beginning to end it is just so beautiful and perfect. The music, the tunnel, the pool, the kiss, just absolutely gorgeous. But at that time everything was still really new between them and the aftermath of that was rough. Vrijdag is my favorite clip in terms of what it means for Robbe and Sander. The clip itself is shorter, but it has much larger impact in terms of sobbe’s relationship. It’s not just their first time physically, but their emotional declaration to one another as well. It comes with a commitment. Also them falling off the bed laughing is the greatest thing ever. They are so HAPPY. So basically my answer is both, just in different ways.

Fav Sobbe instagram pic: Why are all these questions so mean? Okay- their first one together obviously because along with Robbe’s caption it’s just a showing of their love being official. But also the grocery cart pics for their 6 month anniversary. The grocery store pic in Ardennes getaway. Robbe’s bday pics of them embracing they’re SO HAPPY omg. And of course, we cannot forget the pic posted for Sander’s birthday. It is absolutely perfect. I love it so much.

Fav song/scene pair: I have a few- both examples of wildfire obviously, past lives in Zaterdag 09:41, and rebel rebel at the grocery store. But I have two more that are not at all happy clips but are two of my fave clips regardless: life on mars/zaterdag 21:43 (that scene is impeccable along with its followup which I consider them a pair but LoM only plays in the first one) and I found/zondag 15:12 (my god I love that scene it’s brilliant).

Fav message between Sander and Robbe: Woensdag 12:45 when Sander sends Robbe the sketch of them and talks about that kiss earlier being Chernobyl. Also everything during wtfockdown but especially “I love you so much Robin.” “I love you too. So damn much.” But honestly they had so much adorable banter during those clips we were truly fed.

Fav banter on Instagram: lmaooo they’re always so thirsty on main you could pick a million examples. I will say I loved their back and forth about emojis on their anniversary.

I will tag @onzeziggy @everyone-has-their-story @bowieexaminprogress @sanderxrobbee @ayellowcurtain and whoever else wants to do it. This was fun!