#writing this instead of sleeping

[nerdanelparmandil]

Maedhros returns from Mandos, he doesn't know how or why. He feels as weary and burdened as the day he decided to end his life, but someone has decreed him healed and repented enough to release. So, life it is, even if it's still a burden. Bent by shame and regret, and by the knowledge that despite all, he had tried everything, every course of action, to reclaim the Silmarilli, fulfill the oath -- still it availed to nothing.

Fingon is not there when he's released, no one is. A long while will pass before he sees him.

Fingon regrets. He regrets his own death, the unfinished plans, the mistakes in the battle that cost them dearly. He regrets leaving Maedhros alone, dying before their vision could become a reality.

Most of all, he regrets Maedhros' own despair, that he has lost his faith completely and that he saw no other way out other than death.

One day they meet again, with all of their scars and open wounds.

The words, they do not come, not for a long time. Nothing Maedhros tries to say feels adequate, either too much or too little and his apologies remain stuck in his throat.

Fingon cannot say anything without his deep-seated rage seeping through. But the time for rage has gone, and he is too exhausted to keep digging up a long buried matter.

Yet, one question burns within him, and once the thought takes root, it becomes an obsession, and it's maddening.

So he asks, words spilling forth like burning lava, carving a path through his heart and threatening their fragile bond that has yet to heal.

"Would you have fought me?" he asks.

As the words leave his mouth, terror seizes him.

Maedhros frowns, the words not making sense. Fingon averts his eyes.

"If I-" he chokes on his words, stumbles, tries again. "If I had lived. At the Havens of Sirion, in that encampment, if I had been there, would you-" his voice is lost in a breath between them.

He cannot repeat the thought, too harrowing and condemning. It has escaped his lips and now will hang between them forever. He cannot take it back, and a chasm forms at the pit of his stomach. Suspended above the void, he waits for the inevitable fall.

He waits.

And waits.

The silence settles heavy in his heart, as it begins to break.

[inkuinky]

Nico Di Angelo was staring at the lake, feeling the cold breeze on top of the picnic mat when Will Solace came to him, all running and sweaty. “Nico! sorry I’m late, the infirmary was suddenly having shifts change, so I was healing another child from the burn of the lava, and when my shift ends, I immediately went straight—well not straight since i swing both ways but you know what I mean, darling—to get our notebooks and—” and Nico smiles, Will immediately went quiet and full grinning at the sight of his two-years commiting, beautiful, breathtaking boyfriend. yes, this is their two years anniversary.

“It’s okay, you dork. I knew there was shifts change so I went here instead. the weather was calming anyway and it doesn’t bother me. how are you feeling, Solace?” sweet apollo, he’s beautiful. how did Will get to deserve him?

“fine, but better since I now see my beautiful boyfriend in front of me.” Nico chuckles as Will sat down beside him, putting the two journals—black and yellow—beside the picnic basket. “you sappy dork, seriously cheesy? this early?” Will kiss his boyfriend’s cheek as an answer. “it’s never too early to compliment my lover.” then there was the comfortable silence, as if there were words that cannot be spoken but enough to tell how in love they are. how comfortable they are with eachother’s presence.

it’s been one year since the tartarus visit. since they help Bob the Titan escape and be free. since they both had Cocoa Puffs to take care as they scatter around like blobs. they have been dating for two years. two years. how crazy is that? they sure has a lot of talk after that, hell they even cuddled in peace after that. ‘cause no matter what, a tartarus visit or even a daily life in Camp Half-Blood, they know they can face it as long they’re together. they may not Percy Jackson and Annabeth Chase, but they have eachother, and it’s enough.

“so, who’s journal are we going to read first?” Will finally open voice, despite the comfort he found in his partner’s present.

“yours.”

“boooo~ no, you first.”

“why do I even argue?”

“because you love me.”

“do I?” Nico’s answer was an immediate whine from Will.

“oh please you’re being dramatic! hurry up if you want to read mine, or I’m going to read yours—“ Nico was already reaching for the yellow journal when Will immediately snatched the black journal and reads it out loud.

“ 1, Fall. you wrote seasons in your journals too?” Nico groans as he just let Will rests his head atop of his lap, stroking the soft, blonde curls. “sweet hades, just read it already!” Will grins wider as he catch the glimpse of Nico’s reddening ears. beautiful. of course he’s beautiful, it’s the Nico Di Angelo after all. Angel is his name.

“ Will Solace told me (us actually ). to have this journal thing going on. said that it was apart of healing from the journey. so here I am.

I’m bad with words actually— that’s a lie! those poetry? Nico, you’re under-grading yourself!” Nico rolled his eyes at this sentences and mutter a soft “continue reading it. you’re embarassing me, Solace.”

“but since I have Solace in front of me, smiling as he write his own journal, I will try. It’s crazy, really, whatever he can do to me with only such smile in beautifully carved face of his.

he has a really bushy blonde curls, which are very soft if you stroke your hands across. his shampoo smells both mint and daisy, I hate to admit how I love the smell of his. the mixture of mint, daisy and herbs with faint traces of infirmary alcohol and medical supplies. he’s Will Solace after all. I often wonder how come he always look majestically ethereal in everyway whatsoever. he’s so full of life, just like persephone’s garden, he is full of life, no matter how death is around him.

if you’re wondering, I just got back from tartarus. that place which I worry so much how it affects my boyfriend. I’m just happy he’s recovering with me, but I often feel like I’m dragging him so much into my mess. but he always assure me that he volunteers himself into these ‘mess’ so I guess, he’s my everything. my warmth and home.

this morning, he woke me up and asked me to go on a picnic date. he had this beaming laugh and was glowing from the morning sunlight.

why does he have to be so beautiful all the time?

ugh I hate him. (“no you don’t!”) anyway, he then took out two notebooks, one in golden yellow—which is his—and black—which is mine, and it is you. he explained his whole plan to have these journal as a therapy as he keep fidgeting on his gold chain nervously. I found him both adorable and concerning. despite the morning and how I look like shit, he’s attractive in the most incredible way. I wonder if he’s using his glow power at that point, because he looks absolutely stunning.

“Nico, would you fill the journal for me? and then we can read it in our next anniversary—oh! and happy one year anniversary! I apologize that I’m late to say this to you because of this tartarus things going on. and I know we’ve talked a lot. like, a lot. but I can’t help that I love talking!” but I just want to say how happy I am to be with you and how I adore you. I love being your ‘significant annoyance’ and if I may, I’d love to grow old with you. you can always talk to me, you know? I’m your boyfriend—one year at that! how exciting!!

you deserve to be loved and I’m proud of you for staying this far. your life has been pretty hard and no, you don’t deserve all those bad things which happened to you. I’m here, and always going to be. I’m here and Will—great pun? I’m sorry—trust you and accept your darkness. tell me more about you—if you are comfortable with that. tell me how I can love you right. tell me because I don’t want you to feel like I’m ‘fixing’ you. all I want is to take care of you, sweetheart. my grumpy ball of darkness. I don’t want to—“ and then I shut him up with a kiss.

he tasted like the golden oreos he just ate. he’s warm, as always. he’s beautiful, and he’s mine.

“being sappy in this morning, Solace? happy anniversary too, you dork. I’m sorry that I can’t speak the way you just throw up the words, but trust me, I love you too.”

he’s all red and I laugh. how easy I laugh when it comes to him? and he laugh to. oh sweet hades, he laugh. and the sound made my stomach feel like a thousand skeletal butterflies. I really have to thank Naomi Solace for giving birth to such fine young man in front of me.

is this what love and happiness feel like? it feels foreign, yet strangely, I crave for more. Hades had told me to be happy, and I’ve let go of Bianca and Mother’s death. life has been pretty hard, and knowing you’re a demigod will never be easy, but with Will. I feel like everything’s possible.

I feel extra sappy, but what do I do to deserve such solace in front of me?”

“and all of this is just the first page? sweet apollo, you’re amazing!” Will’s eyes brightens as he gaze upon his partner. flustered and tinted red on his skin from ear to ear. “until you see where I’m being dramatic on our fight that one time”

“ugh that one serious fight, we had a terrible miscommunication back there. I love you, you know that?” Nico smiled, faintly. “I wonder how dramatic you are in your journal, Solace.” “definitely not every page, but that one fight journal was in tears.”

“oh you dork. now come on, let’s eat from the basket. how was cecil’s injury?” Nico caresses Will cheek.

“let me tell you how the little girl from aphrodite cabin fell in the sword training.”

[lyerra]

making way too many posts about Yuri lately but like

it's crazy how so many of tales spinoffs (only two actually but that's already a lot in my mind) have Yuri become a murderer. I mean I get that his thing as a tales protag is to enforce his own justice but it gives me a really sad feeling that while Yuri is just a Guy in every universe his fate will be to sacrifice himself and dirty his hands to become something resented and wrong because someone has to.

i just think about Yuri's angst potential from this. like, Flynn says himself that Yuri would sacrifice himself to save others and I think that usually sacrificing your life or your health is the usual "heroic" sacrifice to make but Yuri's sacrifice isnt the sort that will make him a hero. Yuri's sacrifice is one that will save many people but also makes him into something he hates -- and even then he doesn't lose himself and recognizes his wrongdoings for what they are

I also think that Yuri being an actual adult and not an immature teenager makes tov's justice theme more realistic. Yuri knows that choosing the lesser evil is necessary but still evil, while your usual shonen would "refuse to choose" or some shit

but in the real world unless some miracle happens you need to pick; if you don't then you're letting the greater evil win

and I think that Yuri's sacrifice of choosing to take responsibility, of drenching his own hands in blood if it means others (Flynn) won't have to and can then pave the way for a better world,,, it's just so painful to think about . angst angst angst

[artzysyam]

FFXIV X Batman

Jason Todd, known as the Warrior of Light and the bearer of the Sundered Shard of Azem, was preparing to visit Tataru for an update after his much-needed break. However, the panicked cries of a guard interrupted his plans.

The guard reported a mob of rampaging Malboros in the Western Edge of Mor Dhona and mentioned that a near-full party of ‘costumed’ adventurers were bravely holding them off.

Jason, intrigued by the situation, went toward the commotion and discover his older brother and a recent addition to their group amidst the chaos. But what caught his attention even more was another individual who bore his exact name, Jason Todd.

[viaalterego]

[superbat-lmao]

Jason travels to an alternate universe where Bruce only cares about being Batman. He took in each of his kids to serve the mission, not be his children.

Now, faced with alternate versions of his family, Jason has to grapple with the fact that his Bruce does care, that he is his father. Because the man in front of him now, trying to send him home, isn’t even close.

[zuzu-draws]

Just a pair of friendly sorcerers out on a stroll~

[megumismyhusband]

rin itoshi acts stoic, pretending your affection doesn’t faze him, but his body betrays him. His ears turn red when you kiss his cheek, and his lips quirk into a faint smile when you hug him. If you skip a hug or kiss one day, he’ll brood about it, replaying every moment to figure out if he upset you.

rin who secretly adores seeing you in his clothes. he'll sneaks extra jerseys and hoodies into your wardrobe, pretending they "must've ended up there by accident." he can’t help but smile when he sees you wearing them.

rin sucks at cooking but will attempt to learn how to make your favorite dishes so he could cook them for you whenever you'd like.

the keychain you gave rin? It’s clipped securely to his bag or shoved deep in his pocket when he’s on the field. He touches it before every game for luck, and if he ever loses it, he’ll go into full panic mode.

wanna do his makeup? deal. wanna paint his nails? go ahead. feel the need to put your pretty boyfriend in a dress? he'll let you. but only as long as you agree not to show anyone his baby pictures.

pda isn't rin's style, but in private? he’s all in. he’ll pull you close, tuck your head under his chin, and let you trace random patterns on his chest while you talk about your day.

rin might not always say, "i love you," but his actions speak volumes. from memorizing your coffee order to holding your hand in a crowded room, every little thing he does screams devotion.

[oopey-doopey]

*Spidey and the Sinister Six having their usual fight*

Doc Ock, landing a hit: You’re getting slow Spider-Man! Age finally catching up to you?

Spider-Man: You wish! I haven’t even hit my 30s! From those costumes I can already tell I failed to save you guys from those midlife crises! Sorry by the way.

Vulture: Watch it wallcr- wait… Did you just say your not in your thirties yet?

Spider-Man: Surprised that this spiders so young and spry? Well-

Electro: Dude I’ve been fighting you for at least 5 fucking years! How old even are you?

Shocker, joking cause he’s the only one who picked up no grown adult acts likes Spidey: Don’t swear in-front of the boy you don’t want him to pick it up.

Rhino: Christ! You’re tellin me I almost crushed some 12-year-olds skull all those years ago?

Spider-Man, regretting his quipping: I was not that young! Like just starting freshman year but-

Sandman, horrified as he’s the only one with a kid and dad instincts(as of my iteration): I could’ve killed a kid…

Shocker, genuinely curious: Are you even old enough to drink? Cruel to kill a man who ain’t had his first drink yet.

Electro: Please tell us you’re at least over 25 as of this fight. Hell, I’ll take over 21!

Spider-Man:….

Sandman, realizing just how young he really is: Oh my god.

Spider-Man: My birthday’s coming up soon so I guess it counts?

Doc Ock, exacerbated: It. Does. Not!

Vulture: What would your mother think if she knew her son was out here risking his life telling poorly constructed jokes?

Spider-Man, offended cause it quips slap: 1. My jokes are great 2. She and my dad are dead so-

Sandman, hysterical cause holy shit he almost killed a kid orphan: OH MY GOD!

[jamietwat]

Season 1 Roy was going through it in episode 3 when Ted went wow this is a real problem, better look the other way and let it bubble until Roy gives in and deals with it for us becomes the leader he could be

7/?

[casdeans-pie]

Dean and Cas are visiting Jody and the girls one day and Dean has insisted on cooking them all dinner. He hears them all chatting and laughing in the next room while he cooks - he can especially hear Cas's rumbling replies - and it warms something in his chest and makes him smile, even though he's not actively part of the conversation.

Patience comes into the kitchen to fetch another bottle of wine and stares over at Dean long enough that he gives her a curious look. "Y'okay there?"

"Oh, yeah, sorry," she says, "it's just that, I've never seen that mark on your shoulder glow so brightly."

Dean freezes. "The what?"

Patience gestures with the bottle at his left shoulder. "The handprint?" she says, with a little uncertainty after his reaction. "It's glowing brighter than ever."

Dean immediately pulls his arm out of his flannel and yanks up his shirt sleeve, but there's nothing there.

"Oh wow." Patience blinks and squints at a light only she can see. "Must be hard to sleep with that."

Dean feels like he takes a long time to respond before he finally says, "You get used to it."

"Guess you'd have to," Patience says, shaking her head as she leaves the room, "when it's as bright as that."

Dean immediately touches his shoulder, where the scar used to be, but it's just smooth unmarked skin under his palm.

He presses down.

The sound of a glass clinking over onto the table comes from the other room and he hears Jody cheerfully claim that Cas has had too much to drink (which Dean knows isn't true unless they had a significantly lot more wine).

Castiel, Dean prays, I think we need to talk about something in the kitchen.

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(Part 2)

(AO3 link post)

[sodaneko]

・❥・suna x gn!reader ; slightly suggestive ; second chance romance ; word count: 824

suna rintarō doesn’t get why you’re so surprised over the photo strip on the fridge. no way, you still have that? of course he does. you were his first love after all. and if he was being honest with himself (something he avoided), you were his last, too. in all these years after you broke up there was no one who got even close to replacing you. so yeah, he kept the memory from when you squeezed into that photo booth together after school; your uniforms a bit rumpled, a lollipop dangling from the corner of your mouth, lipstick marks all over his face. you were so happy back then, young and naive and so, so head over heels in love. 

now you’re older and more beautiful than ever and your eyes light up when you spot him from across the room at the class reunion. it’s been years but his name still rolls off your tongue the way it used to, and even though you changed your perfume (he can tell) your familiar scent still lingers on you when he buries his face in your hair, strong arms coming to wrap around your middle and pulling you close. he has been a fool for ever letting you go. osamu, his roommate and witness to the scene, shoots him a knowing glance before giving you both some space. suna’s whole world just shrunk down to the size of you in his arms anyway. 

you talk. you talk for hours while ignoring everyone else, your knees nudging against another under the table, your pinkies almost touching while his hand rests next to your glass, his eyes flickering down to your lips for a brief moment until you ask him if he wants to get out of here; his heart in his throat when he nods and your hand slips into his like muscle memory. he’s not drunk but he feels lightheaded, like he’s in a dream where he gets to have you again. 

suna fumbles for his house keys while trying to recall if he cleaned after himself before he left or if osamu’s boxers are still on the bathroom floor as they always are, but his mind goes blank the moment you tangle your hand in his hair and pull him down to your lips. there’s a certain despair to the kiss, as if you’re both afraid that it’ll just be another faint memory once the sun rises again. the door clicks open and suna shoves you inside, pushing you against the nearest wall, one leg slotting between your thighs before he kisses you back with hunger, slender fingers cradling your face. you’re clawing and biting at each other with fervor, and by the time you make it to his bedroom you’re already panting and moaning his name.

and when morning comes you’re still there in his arms, lying on top of him, feeling his heart drum against his ribcage as if it’s trying to find a way back to yours. he presses a kiss to your jawline and the side of your neck before rolling you over, pinning you underneath him. you still giggle and laugh the same way you used to and suna thinks that he never stopped loving you, not even a bit. it’s still there, unfurling in his chest, blooming into you. you sigh into his open mouth when his fingers find your sweet spot again, taking you apart like something holy once more, again and again, too afraid it will be the last time he gets to have you like this.

it’s already noon when he carries you over to the kitchen, putting you down on the counter while he roams the cabinets for something to eat. with osamu as his roommate he doesn’t have to search for long, but your attention is already elsewhere, pinned to the fridge door and the photos adorning it. we look a lot like we did back then, don’t we? suna huffs out a laugh but you’re not wrong; you, wearing his crinkled shirt and nothing else, an unlit cigarette dangling from the corner of your mouth, and his face covered in your lipstick marks–even the shade is identical.

he grabs his phone and leans into you, your arms coming to wrap around his neck and your cheek squished against his as you laugh without a single worry in the world. the camera shutter clicks. the past repeats itself in the tiny kitchen and the love is still there, never left, just orbited around the sun to grow tenfold in size. suna will forever love you, his lips brushing against your knuckles and the inside of your wrist before he finds your mouth again, the unspoken promise pushed between your parted lips, the silent plea on the tip of his tongue. 

love me back. love me like you used to. love me as if it never hurt. love me, love me, love me.

[grouchytoast]

Assuming Cal made it that far- I wonder if he ever saw footage of the Ghost Crew doing Ghost Crew stuff and saw Kanan and just went “Is that Caleb from gym class?”. We know Kanan and Cal are sorta close in age so it’s not crazy to think they met at some point as younglings or even briefly as padawans.

Or alternatively I saw someone make a joke that Saw Gerrara just assumes all Jedi know each other- so it would be sorta hilarious if on a mission Kanan and Ezra are working with Saw and he just mentions some ginger Jedi with a poncho like it’s no big deal and Kanan just does a double take. Because wdym his lab partner for space chemistry 101 survived the purge?? AND does his rebel missions in a cool space yacht instead of the equivalent of a barely functioning kitted out mini van??

Anyway I so wish those two met at some point post purge, the chaos they could’ve caused is so great to think about. Actually generally a Mantis and Ghost crew team up would have been sick (too bad the timelines don’t quite match up 💔). I might write more about this later idk, I have a LOT of feelings about that area of Star Wars.

[aidansloth]

Late Nights On Kitchen Floors Sometimes Lead To Confessions

Summary: You come home late one night to find your roommate Jason sobbing on the kitchen floor.

Warnings and A/N: some negative self-thoughts on Jason’s side. In this fic Jason is feeling a lot of feelings :) because we love our men crying and traumatized. Pre-relationship! This is my first time writing for Jason so I hope I did him justice. Written in the second person, gender neutral reader, I tried to make reader as inclusive as possible so if I missed something please let me know! JUSTKNOW that my heart broke while writing this. (final note, I wrote this at 4am so don’t judge me)

Words: 0.9k

I also posted this on ao3 if you want!!

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You secure the last of the locks on your door as you start to take your boots off along with your coat. Immediately as you stepped in your mind went into autopilot, following your routine so effortlessly that only after what was definitely too many seconds do you notice a heaving sound coming from your kitchen. 

“Jason?”

The words leave your mouth with a tinge of hope that it was just him and not a break-in you’d have to deal with at this ungodly hour in the morning. You check the time with a flick of your phone. 2:14am. 

You receive no response and reach for the bat Jason insisted you left hidden in the umbrella stand. You can never be too safe were his exact words and you’d honestly have to thank him if you made it out tonight. It’s only when you cross the door that you see him: Jason and all of his 6 feet of muscles are scrunched up into a wavering ball, his hands clutching his clothes and his head planted into his knees. All this time you’ve known him and yet he has never looked as vulnerable as he does now, on your dusty crumble-covered floor with tears in his eyes. 

At first no words come out of your mouth, how could they? You’ve talked to Jason just a couple of hours ago on your phone, he called saying he just wanted to hear your voice. He was fine earlier. He was. He asked how your day was. He listened, hanging off your every word. But now here he was in front of you, a broken shell of a man.

Trying to not startle him you get closer and call out his name again. This time he hears you.

He lifts his head and you can see smudged tear stains all over his face probably from an attempt to erase them. An hiccup escapes him and your heart breaks. 

“Oh baby,” you scooch in front of him and take his face in your hands. 

“What happened? What’s wrong?”

He can’t speak. The words are jabbed in his throat, threatening to suffocate him. He opens his mouth but nothing other than a strangled sound comes out. You start petting his hair.

“Hey, hey, it’s fine, you don’t have to say anything alright?” 

You settle on the floor and try to maneuver his body onto yours, his head on your shoulder. His body adapts to yours, his arms wrap around you and he feels like everything is going to be alright. One of your hands runs up and down his spine in a soothing manner while the other is nestled in his hair. 

A couple of minutes pass and you’re still holding him. Jason thinks he likes it. Being held, that is. 

After some more time his head lifts from your shoulder and your hands move to his forearms, caressing the skin there. He takes a deep, shuddering breath before speaking.

“I, ehm…” Jason’s gaze lays low and his hands start to play with yours. “I have to tell you something.” 

You nod and tell him to take his time. He bites his lip, still looking down. 

“I- Fuck, I messed this up. I really did. This was gonna be so much more romantic I swear. I was gonna- I was gonna invite you to that one bookstore we always go to, I was going buy you all the books you set your eyes on and- and I planned a walk through the park- the one- the one you like-” his voice keeps breaking and hiccuping, “-and walk through the flowerbeds and maybe if the day had gone well I would have had the courage to hold your hand.” he wipes a tear off his face with the palm of his hand. 

You try to speak but he speaks first.

“I like you. I really really like you. I wanted to do this well, tomorrow, but- I don’t know. I got too much in my own head and I’m-” Jason bites his lip and tears fill his eyes again, “I’m really sorry this is how I confess, you deserve so much better, so much better and I’m a mess and, and-” you grab his face and force him to look at you. 

“Jason Peter Todd, you listen to me carefully.” his big teary eyes look at your stern ones, “The only reason I’m not kissing you right now is because you deserve a beautifully romantic first kiss because you like beautifully romantic things. You deserve all the wonderful things this world has to offer.”

Jason thinks his heart has never felt so warm. 

“Wha-what?”

His words make you giggle and now he thinks his heart might actually implode. 

“I like you.”

“I like you too.”

Now your giggle turned into a proper laugh which made Jason smile. 

“Yeah, that was pretty obvious from the earlier declaration of love.” Now he’s giggling too. 

“Does that ehm- does that mean you want to be my girlfriend?” You giggle again at the innocence in his voice and Jason thinks he’d die all over again just for a chance to hear you laugh one more time.

“Yes, yes it does. Only if you take me to that date you were talking about though.”

He smiles. “We could go now.”

Your eyes widen. “Now? At 2am?”

He shrugs. “I’m Red Hood. Nothing bad is gonna happen.”

You scoff. “Yeah alright, but I think the bookstore might be closed.”

“Ah. Right. Tomorrow then.”

“Eager?”

His smile only gets bigger. “Duh, I have a girlfriend to take out.”

Thank you for reading!! Constructive criticism/advice is always welcome!

[imfinereallyy]

Steve finds love in clean sheets.

He comes home on a Wednesday night to his, Robin’s, and Eddie’s apartment, exhausted. They are packed in like sardines in the place; Robin gets a room to herself, having the space to create her own identity. But Eddie and Steve share a room and do so without much complaint.

They both want her happy.

They are friends, so it’s normal to share a room. It’s probably less normal to share a bed—but the space is small and they have so many things, so sharing a full bed is easier than squeezing twins into corners.

Steve doesn’t mind it being so close to Eddie. Thinks he should be worried about that feeling, but finds he isn’t bothered at all.

Their habits rarely butt heads, their organization skills somehow meet in the middle, and Steve doesn’t care how Eddie decorates as long he’s okay with the nail bat placed under the bed.

The only thing that is a problem that really isn’t much of a problem, is the bed sheets. Sometimes, Eddie forgets, so Steve’s taken it upon himself to change them. It’s not that he doesn’t like the smell of Eddie that lingers. It smells of a home he didn’t know he had on a warm summer day.

But after work, especially on hard days, Steve likes to shower and bury himself beneath clean sheets. The cold, smooth texture rubbing against he legs, the fresh linen scent feeling up his nose.

Steve doesn’t think Eddie notices; he is almost positive, and even if he did, he wouldn’t bat an eye. So Steve changes his sheets every five days or so, more often than really necessary.

Until this Wednesday night.

Steve isn’t having a good day—in fact, he would categorize it as one of his worst yet. Work was hell, and nothing was going his way. Steve walks into the apartment to see Robin and Eddie on the couch, and all Steve wants is to shower and crawl into a clean bed.

The problem is, though—the day from hell has actually been the week from hell, and Steve realizes he hasn’t changed his sheets in a week.

Steve groans as he heads towards the shower, ignoring the curious look from his friends. He begrudgingly accepts his fate—a dirty bed in exchange for an early sleep. Steve bangs his head on the bathroom wall.

Steve exits, and moves to his room to throw on boxers and a tshirt he almost sure is Eddie’s.

Then, he lifts the blankets and snuggles inside only to realize—the sheets feel amazing. They feel clean.

Steve glances down at them, realizes they are the flower sheets Eddie hates—replacing the dark grey ones that had been there this morning.

Steve knows undoubtedly that Eddie is the one who changed them. Steve could write it off as Eddie finally remembering a chore, but he can’t lie to his heart.

It knows Eddie did this for him.

Steve lets out a huge sigh of relief as he sinks down into the clean sheets, the smell of linen wafted through the air with hints of Eddie’s cologne from his shirt.

Steve snuggles into the bed—taking Eddie’s pillow instead of his own, and falls asleep to the steady thought that Steve Harrington is in love with Eddie Munson.

It’s the most peaceful sleep he’s ever had.

[ghostly-bat]

This one is for @gosuckmydickgrayson simply inspired by whatever conversation we were having under a post (I don't remember which one lol)

Basically Jon's accepted the fact that Damian is pretty for a long time now but dumbly enough hasn't realized that his feelings go beyond physical attraction. Damian's only now realizing that Jon is hot, it's freaking him out and his blaming himself for not noticing sooner like the emotionally repressed bat that he is. (Like buddy where have you been??)

Their respective ages in this one are around 18 to 19 btw! Or super early twenties you decide uwu

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Damian's been going off about a mission that went absolutely off the rails for the past 15 minutes. Something about how no one listens to him, how they should because he's always right. Irey says that maybe if he said it nicer, they'd listen to him, and that just makes Damian throw daggers at her before he resumes his lecturing.

He is lecturing everybody, Jon included.

Jon, however, is not listening. He's had a hard time listening to Damian for years now actually. Though to be fair, he has had his moments where he would tune out Damian on purpose simply because he just didn't feel like hearing about how Tim took whatever was left of the Lucky Charms and left the empty box in the pantry.

But this was different. Because Damian could be telling him about whatever game he's been playing or whatever anime he's been watching, and Jon himself would notice the small beauty mark under Damian's left eye, the way his lashes frame his eyes, the soft and delicate features that are often paired with a stern look or an annoyed frown, the way his skin looks like it has almost no imperfections, and before he knows it, Damian is snapping his fingers in front of his face, bringing him back to reality.

It was in one of these many moments that Jon Kent realized,

"Holy shit... Damian's really fucking pretty," and it was for sure going to be his downfall.

When he realized around the age of 13 that his best friend was absolutely beautiful, Jon did his best to repress it; he did his best to not think about it because,

'Why would I find Damian pretty? He can be so bossy and arrogant'

'He acts like such a know-it-all, thinks he's right all the time'

'It's probably just puberty, it's nothing too serious'

These were things he told himself for the longest time. Did his best to find reasons to not think that Damian is pretty, but in all honesty, the last thing he wanted to do was admit that

"Oh my god... my best friend is pretty."

It's something that would keep him awake at night from the ages of 13 to 16.

It was something that would genuinely stress him out, something that would genuinely frustrate him to the point where, if Damian asked him to hang out, he'd make up some type of excuse like, "I'm going to my grandparents' farm this weekend" or "Sorry, D, my mom grounded me this week," because when he did hang out with Damian or when he was anywhere near Damian's vicinity, all he could do was focus on his pretty face.

Jon would stare at Damian wishing he would just get uglier, his life would be so much easier if Damian was uglier. But if he stared for too long his mind would begin to wonder about how long Damian's lashes have gotten and how cute his nose was.

He hated it.

Jon was so blaming Damian's mom for this. Why'd he have to look so much like her.

When he did decide to admit the fact that he found Damian really, really pretty, the first person he went to about his dilemma was Kon, and he wasn't much help because Kon's immediate first response was:

"Oh. So you like them mean and pretty, huh?"

The smirk that Kon was giving Jon told him everything he needed to know, and that was that Kon knew long before he did.

(And Kon had known that not only did Jon find Damian attractive, but that he clearly felt something more than just the fact that Damian was attractive. But that was something that Jon needed to discover for himself.)

Jon also picked up on the fact that Kon didn't just use the word mean to describe Damian, but he also used the word pretty, which could only mean…

"Wait... you also think Damian's pretty?"

"I have eyes, Jon. I know a pretty face when I see one, and so does everybody else."

Oh, and how true that was, because as soon as Kon said those words, that's when Jon realized that he definitely was not the only one who also thought Damian Wayne was pretty.

He proceeded to have another existential crisis about it.

And so, after the years of mental acceptance he's had to do, (he finally accepted it around the age of 17) he was now standing in the middle of the Watchtower, getting scolded with the rest of his team from the man he found absolutely stunning.

"I hope you all realize this is why we have plans; this is why we talk about strategy; this is why we don't react on impulse—"

"It got the job done, though."

'Oh, Tai... this is not the time to be talking back right now,' everyone collectively thought.

Damian stopped his rant for a brief moment, looked dead in the eye at his teammate, and said, "Oh, do not get me started on you—"

Damian liked things done a certain way, and everyone on this team should know that by now, but everyone on this team is also just as stubborn as the next.

So Jon stands there, alongside the rest of his teammates as they continue to get reprimanded, arms crossed and staring.

He sees Damian's lips moving, but... they look really soft. 'I wanna kiss him...' he thinks (oh, and that was a new thought he'd have to come back to later), and the way Damian's nose scrunches up when he's ranting about whatever is cute. Maybe it's just him, but 'Are Damian's eyes greener? They seem shinier.' Damian, in general, is really distracting.

And in that moment, Jon's brain decided that

'Hey, wouldn't it be great, just awesome to think your thoughts out loud!,'

So then, without thinking: "You're pretty when you're mad..."

Damian immediately stops and turns to look at Jon with a look that can only be described as horribly shocked and confused.

Everyone else also stops and turns to look at Jon.

And of course, Jon realizes a second too late what he just said.

There's a moment of silence before Damian speaks again because he needs to process what he just heard. He's shocked, bemused, and flattered? He is feeling everything in between, and it feels like he's in crisis mode.

"E—excuse me!?"

"I—"

"You—"

Damian was already red in the face, but it's for a completely different reason now.

"I—I didn't mean it!"

"You didn't mean it!?"

"I mean, I wasn't listening!?"

"You weren't listening!?"

Goddamn it, Jon really needs to get his foot out of his mouth. And he really needs to pay better attention because wait... when did Damian get into his personal space?

'Oh... his skin looks really soft...'

Now that Damian was closer, he could smell that smell that was oh so Damian. How he was fighting the impulse to cup Damian's face and simply admire him.

"Jon! Are you listening!?"

Oh yeah, he was getting yelled at.

Jon lets out a sigh; it's his own way of admitting defeat. Because it's been so hard keeping all this in for so long. And he already went ahead and said what he said so now seems like a better time than ever.

"I'm sorry, Dames... You're just really distracting..."

And Jon sees the red go from Damian's cheeks to his ears and down his neck. He also notices that Damian got shorter? Or maybe he himself got taller?

Yeah, that was probably it.

Damian at this point has absolutely no idea what to say. What could he say!?

He was confused and feeling so many things at once; he felt warm—in fact, everything felt warm.

'When did everything start to feel so warm!?' His thoughts felt like they were going into overdrive.

But wait... when did he get so close to Jon?

'Was Jon always this tall? There's no way I had to crane my neck up this high just to talk to him,' Damian thought.

He notices that Jon is slightly tanner; it makes his freckles more prominent. And his hair... it's longer, shaggier. It somehow suits him, making Damian feel some type of way. Oh, and those blue eyes, those pretty blue eyes with just a hint of violet.

Jon really is handsome.

It was kind of pissing him off.

And then his eyes begin to travel from Jon's face down to his chest, and almost immediately, he regrets it.

'His chest is... big... and his arms...'

Jon's suit wasn't doing much to hide it either. It seemed to be too tight now, and it was incredibly distracting.

Damian swallows; his throat feels dry now because when did Jon start filling out?

Why is he taller?

He was already tall to begin with! He doesn't need to be any taller!

Damian is now having an internal crisis and feels like he's going crazy.

He decides the best course of action is to take a deep breath and take five steps back from his best friend.

Emphasis on best friend, he reminds himself.

This action helps Jon relax a bit too, but then it's quickly replaced with confusion.

"Get a new uniform."

"What?"

"Get a new uniform before I make you one myself," Damian says through gritted teeth and with very clear annoyance.

"This whole thing has been absolutely ridiculous; everyone is dismissed!"

However, no one really leaves; they all just sort of stand there processing what they just witnessed as they watch Damian round a corner and disappear.

"... What the hell was that?" Kathy is the first one to break the awkward tension.

Jon just groans, throwing his head back and covering his face with his hands out of embarrassment.

Damian is now left with the fact that he finds his own best friend, Jon Kent, attractive in more ways than one. And the fact that Jon clearly feels the same about him is making his brain melt just a little bit.