hear me out... stalker!sukuna watching and following you for months, calling and messaging you even though you changed your number twice. turning your life into a living nightmare before he finally breaks into your house. you hold a knife, you want to scream but he presses you too the wall, one hand on your wrist and one on covers you're face. he's—
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GUYS
GUYS (+everyone else too ig)
So we all know brain dead/dead tired right? Tim x Danny?
Consider the following:
Tim as Gun Batman x Dan
Think about it!
Tim and Danny are extremely good friends (read, oblivious and head over heels). They start telling the other about their trauma. They start joke arguing about whose evil future self would win in a fight.
Danny realizes, hey, we can actually figure this out, and gives clockwork some puppy dog eyes to let them drop Dan and whoop ‘em GunTim style (Drake, for simplicity’s sake) somewhere they can’t hurt anyone. Mars, maybe.
It. Ah- Backfires. Spectacularly.
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Prompt 14 - Courage
@wolfstarmicrofic August 14, word count 628
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The morning was going by quite pleasantly. He and Remus had woken early and spent those precious few extra minutes tangled up with one another. He was relaxed and painfully happy, even his most irritating customers couldn’t take the dopey smile off his face. That is until James banged his way in with Regulus clinging to his back like an oversized backpack.
“Nope, nope, nope, put him down!” Sirius strode out of his kitchen, arms full of people’s orders and glared at his brother as he quickly dropped off the orders to each table and walked over to the one James and Regulus had seated themselves at. Regulus had swung his legs over James’s lap when Sirius had started towards them. Sirius gritted his teeth and counted to ten in his head.
“Good morning to you as well, brother. Two pumpkin spice lattes when you’re ready and some pain au chocolat, please and thank you,” Regulus was being oddly pleasant. He dragged his fingers across James’s collarbone and Sirius had to count again. He tried a different tack. Regulus was clearly trying to wind him up so he’d just be nice like Remus had told him to be.
“Look, I get him drinking that disgusting trend of a concoction, but there is no way on earth that you enjoy the taste of that rubbish. Please, for my sanity and your taste buds, let me get you something better,” There, that was nice. He could be nice. Regulus narrowed his eyes at him. Trying to figure out his angle. Sirius swallowed. He just wanted this to be over.
“Oh, alright,” Regulus nodded his head. Sirius sighed internally. “I honestly don’t know how you drink that stuff, sunshine. It’s truly foul,” Regulus said to James. Oh, great, Sirius thought, he’s already given James a nickname. But at least he’d done something nice for Regulus. It was a start. He had to keep reminding himself that Regulus was not the problem, his parents were.
“Order up, Moony,” He told Remus, pining up the little slip of paper before heading into the kitchen to get their food. At least pain au chocolat was an easy one. All he had to do was grab two clean plates and take the pastries out from under the glass cloche.
“James and Regulus’s drinks are ready, sweetheart,” Remus called to him from around the corner.
“Thanks.” He called back. He took a moment to build up the courage he’d need when he walked back out there to keep his cool and not fly off the handle. Carefully, he balanced the plates on a tray and went to collect the drinks.
He was just approaching their table again when he overheard the conversation they were having.
“Do I really need to spell it out for you sunshine? I mean we were showering together an hour ago. We’ve seen each other every day for the last week. I’m totally into you,” Regulus hummed happily at James, and Sirius watched as James stroked his hand up Regulus’s cheek and pulled him down towards his lips. Sirius hurried forward to break them up before they could actually kiss in front of him.
“Ahem, what do you mean you were showering together an hour ago?” He growled. He was losing his cool. Be nice, be nice, he repeated in his head. Regulus turned towards him and Sirius knew this was what he’d been building up to. His face was full of wicked mischief.
“Let’s just say the water didn’t do much to drown out our moans, and we’ll leave it at that, shall we?” Regulus purred, his teeth glistening in a Cheshire Cat grin. Sirius dumped the tray on their table and ran back to his kitchen. BE NICE, BE NICE!!!
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