#you are an absolute dream and i was giddy to get this in my inbox

[redheadedbrunette]

Any headcannons on the hale sisters? Or any of the spy school characters?

they're both incredibly jealous each other for the upbringing they got. trixie is jealous that erica got to be a part of the family legacy and be a hale in a way that, even if she were allowed to start training as a spy, she would never get to be. erica is jealous of trixie because she gets to forge her own identity outside of the spy business. because even though she's good at espionage and doesn't want that sense of identity taken away, she wishes that it could have been a choice, and more and more she's realizing the toll that it takes on her personal relationships and is wondering if it's really worth it.

erica was homeschooled for the entirety of her time leading up to her entrance at the academy, aside from the two weeks she attended second grade when trixie started kindergarten. it was around the time catherine and alexander's marriage was starting to fray at the edges, and they were hoping that if both girls were going to school, then catherine could spend more time working around the world because she felt obliged to stay at home with them when they were young. it went kind of horribly, and while erica herself didn't get into any fights (because she had been warned explicitly not to hurt any of her classmates), it was going pretty bad for her socially speaking and trixie had received no such warnings and was completely willing to release all of her feral energy and bite seven year olds who were being mean to her big sister. erica was pulled out almost right away and went back to homeschooling, and after her suspension was over, trixie went back and finished the year and started going to boarding school the next year. meanwhile, erica was just taken around with catherine most of the time and dropped back with alexander when catherine went on more involved missions and just did her schoolwork there.

[rr311]

❝ 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐑𝐄 ! ❞ -𝐘𝐔𝐉𝐈 𝐈. 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭

➪ ☻︎ 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲: @yuujis-sunshine - “Hi, it's been a while since I requested a story. Do you mind if you made a Yuuji Itadori x Black! Reader oneshot who is obsessed with Hello Kitty and also have ADHD plz? 💗”

⇨⚠︎︎ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 !¡⚠︎︎⇦ fluffy, sweet angst, adhd!reader, black!reader, soft!yuji

𝐀𝐍. okay so i first i apologize for the late request ☹️, i haven’t checked my inbox nor has my notifications notified me about any requests so this is 2 months late, and second i know NOTHING about ADHD but i searched it up and it had some stuff listed. like Fidgeting/ Squirming, Loses stuff a lot, Doesn’t pay attention, Day dreams a lot etc. So this might sucks but i hope you still like it ☹️.

- 𝐘𝐔𝐉𝐈

It was like any normal evening with Yuji. He comes over to your dorm lays in bed with you, cuddled up against you surrounded with a bunch of his kids (Your hello kitty plushies) feeling loved and happy to be with you after a long mission. You of course were overly excited to see him again after a day or 12 hours of not seeing him with a big feeling of joy rushing through your veins as you held onto him like your life depended on it. Sometimes you think how lucky you are to be with someone like him? I mean, he’s so sweet, kind, generous…especially extremely patient with you. It warms your heart to think you’ve finally found someone who could handle your ADHD without getting upset or annoyed easily. You would fidget and squirm a lot which caused guys to stay away from you, it made you sad for awhile thinking you were a burden to everyone with your disorder but when Yuji appeared everything changed for your thoughts and feelings.

At first you were scared to tell him you had ADHD, afraid he would leave like everyone else but when you gathered enough courage to tell him- he didn’t mind it all. When you heard the sentence leave his mouth, “I don’t mind. It’s not like it’s your fault, plus i find your fidgeting cute.” You felt your heart explode, you always had trouble with your fidgeting so when you heard someone found it cute made your heart melt. Time skipping ahead. When you two started getting closer he learned more about you, you’re extremely obsessed with hello kitty, you two have a lot in common and both read the same Manga! When Yuji first saw your room he was surprised, he thought you were joking but when he seen it himself you weren’t.

Your bed was just plain (B/C) with a lot of Hello Kitty plushies and a Hello Kitty blanket, your wall covered with posters and pictures of you and your friends, a Hello Kitty theme vanity mirror, a theme lamp- you even have a theme toaster! Your room was amazing and pretty cute, it only made him more attracted to you, which moves forward to now. You and Yuji have been together for over 10 months now and you were the more happiest girl ever, when just seeing his faces makes you giddy inside. It made Sukuna absolutely sick to his stomach but you didn’t care! But from the happiest moments…you still have a feeling of doubt for all of this. Always had bad thoughts if Yuji was dating you out of pity, or because you were an easy shot? All these thoughts clouded your head you didn’t realize you were starting to day dream, fidgeting with his hand more than usual and squirming from the awful feeling.

Yuji sensed a mood change in the demeanor feeling your fingers fidget around his hand more and you squirming staring at nothing but the bed with a blank stare. You were day dreaming again. Yuji rubbed his thumb across your fidgety hands with furrowed eyebrows, “Hey, what’s wrong?” He asked softly snapping you out of your thoughts to look at him, his eyes read concerned as he looked at you, you looked back biting your lip looking away, sighing in response. Before you knew it you started rambling about what you were thinking, you rambled about how you thought he was dating you for the pity of it or because you were an easy shot etc etc.

Yuji didn’t intervene or interrupt you but just stayed there taking in your words as he caressed your hand with his thumb. He hummed as well as nodding his head paying attention to each word you’re saying, when you gotten done with your rambling you looked up at Yuji with furrow eyebrows. “So..yeah..t-that’s what i’ve been going through my head..I-I’m sorry It was just a lot and i started to ramble and I- mm!?” Your eyes went wide feeling Yuji’s lips ontop of yours practically telling you to shut up and listen, you relaxed into his kiss, kissing him back for a moment before he pulled away bringing you closer to him. “(Y/N) stop. The day we started dating remember when I told you I loved you for you? I’m not dating you out of the pity of it nor because you were an easy shot, I started liking you because you’re you and that’s what made me attracted. And the rambling? I don’t care, It’s better if you let it out than hold it in.” You felt your eyes start to water at the comfort he gave you, you remembered half that day when he said those words..due to bad memory you couldn’t remember it all but you remembered his words.

“I will always love you, I wouldn’t do anything to change you. You’re perfect the way you are.”

That’s right..he did say that. You bit your lip leaning your head into the crook of his neck hugging him close as his grip tightened around your waist pecking your shoulder blade, rubbing your hips. “You don’t need to be sorry either. It happens to the most of us, i hear you apologize again I’ll get Gojo sensei.” He teased chuckling at your groan, “Ugh..he’s gonna give me a lecture for two hours again.” You mumbled in between his neck as he laughed shrugging his shoulders, “it’s better to get more help that way. But that’s only if I hear you apologize again for nothing.” You rolled your eyes snuggling closer to him breathing in his comforting smell, “You’re really the best Yuji.” You said playing with the back of his hairs, get felt his heart speed up smiling at your words. “Only for you.”

“I’m always heree.”

[fruityuncleskeletor]

Writers Truth & Dare Ask Game

seen on and snatched from @bunnakit

🎱 ⇢ post your AO3 total stats 

🍓 ⇢ how did you get into writing fanfiction?  I started writing my own stories about cartoon characters because the episodes on TV were too far apart

🌵 ⇢ share the link to a playlist you love

Chan's room episodes

🕯️ ⇢ on a scale from 1 to 10, how much do you enjoy editing? why is that? a fucking solid 2, because the more I see my own fic, the more disgusted I grow with it and lose the will to post it. The 2 is because I do realise editing is necessary.

🛼 ⇢ describe your latest wip with five emojis

🥑 ⇢ you accidentally killed somebody, which mutual(s) do you text for help? I am calling @hardcandythinking but only to vent, I already know where to rent a woodchipper from

🥤 ⇢ recommend an author or fanfic you love @ellieellieoxenfree

💌 ⇢ how many unread emails do you have right now?  in my business inbox, 51. In my personal account, 0

🌻 ⇢ tag someone you appreciate but don't talk to on a regular basis@sparkly-butthole-on-ao3

🐇 ⇢ do you prefer writing original characters, reader inserts, or a mix of both?  I used to be really into writing the OG characters

🧃 ⇢ share some personal lore you never posted about before I have come to terms that I will always have an eating disorder, the difference now is that I've decided to profit from it.

🎲 ⇢ what stops you from writing more in your free time? I am fucking exhausted, fam. And the supreme lack of interest in my writing in this new fandom. Feeling unwanted and tired has managed to give me a writer's block that I have successfully dodged for 20+ years.

🍄 ⇢ share a head canon for one of your favourite ships or pairings

Here's two-

Geralt and Jaskier are so in love with each other, even platonically. They don't want to admit it, but they have a really warm and cozy love bubble around them and both are afraid that if they speak about it, it'll make them feel less giddy and elated and pull this bubble into reality, making it vulnerable to being popped by evil forces.

Jace's nonchalant attitude re: the people he bangs and his unflinching love for Alec always made me think he is an in denial asexual - he is obviously not sex-repulsed but he wields sex like a weapon or like a quick fix to avoid looking at deeper emotions affecting him. I fucking love Jace to death, he gets so little credit.

🧸 ⇢ what's the fastest way to become your mutual?

talk to me on tumblr

🪐 ⇢ name three good things going on in your life right now

My cat's health is better

I am losing weight and gaining muscle, feeling fitter than in my 20s

I found a hairdresser I absolutely love going to

📚 ⇢ what's the last thing you wrote down in your notes app? some Korean words for reference. In Korean.

  🍬 ⇢ post an unpopular opinion about a popular fandom character Yennefer is a gigantic selfish asshole, with only moments of emotional clarity and kindness and she treats Geralt like absolute crap most of the time.

🔪 ⇢ what's the weirdest topic you researched for a writing project? yeah not gonna make the FBI man's job easy. stay wondering, bro!

🦷 ⇢ share some personal wisdom or a life hack you swear on

It's always better to assume people are assholes by default and then let yourself be pleasantly surprised when they are decent than the other way around. Saves you a world of disappointment.

❄️ ⇢ what's your dream theme/plot for a fic, and who would write it best?

I can't pick rn.

🌿 ⇢ give some advice on writer's block and low creativity

The only way around it is through it. It helps to do various other creative things, it will recharge your creativity in the realm you feel it's low in. Like if you have writer's block, make some art. Draw some shit, splash some colours, bake and decorate a birthday cake, go outside and photograph some flowers.

🥐 ⇢ name one internet reference that will always make you laugh "My butthole! I blew out my butthole!"

  🏜️ ⇢ what's your favourite type of comment to receive on your work? When someone picks their favourite parts of the chapter or fic, and details their thoughts on it for my enjoyment.

🍦 ⇢ name three good things about a character you hate Alec is a good leader, perseverent and insightful.

🥝 ⇢ do you lie a lot? what's the most recent lie you told? God I used to lie more often than I breathed when I was a kid and a teen. Lately I just lie to get out of having to socialise.

🦋 ⇢ share something that has been on your heart and mind lately 

I find stanning a K-Pop group to be 20% fun and 80% disheartening if you're older because you definitely feel like you can't sit with the cool kids and everything is just a really good, hi-def illusion set up to make you bust your wallet wide open, so every moment of genuine relatability and connection is invalidated by the feeling that these people are part of a marketing strategy. It's kind of like going to see strippers and even if you like one, you know that even if you fell in love with them, you're not allowed to get to know them because for them it's just work and you are only worth the cash you pay in their eyes. The closeness is an illusion that leaves you feeling even lonelier and sadder than you were before.

🦴 ⇢ is there a piece of media that inspires your writing?  There are a lot of them but my core reference is Anne Rice's writing. Now I am writing something that was inspired by the portrayal of Jack Reacher in the "Reacher" series on Amazon.

🍅 ⇢ give yourself some constructive criticism on your own writing It would be nice if I could write stuff that's relatable to others, not just to me. But that would mean biiiiiiiig consciousness shift and I'm extremely pussilanimous when it comes to this.

🐚 ⇢ do you like or dislike surprises? I think the delivery matters a lot - a surprise is being told something that you don't know yet, and if the person breaking the news makes it seem like a heart attack from shock is the adequate response, then better don't tell me, just show me.

🪲 ⇢ add 50 words to your current wip and share the paragraph here

Hyunjin had made himself comfortable on his bed, with his legs propped up on the headboard, leaving just his shirt and his socks on. He intended to drag it out as much as he could and get the most out of those pics.

Magazine in one hand, dick in the other - that’s how Changbin had found him, walking in to ask a very pressing question. (65 words bc just the 50 didn't make sense alone.)

☁️ ⇢ what made you choose your username? Thinking about my love-hate relationship with writing.

🐝 ⇢ tag your biggest supporter(s) and say one nice thing about them

@hardcandythinking is my bestie and my number 1 fan. She's the real MVP.

🌸 ⇢ do you have any pets? if you do, post some pictures of them

🎨 ⇢ link your favourite piece of fanart and explain why you like it

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A post shared by 𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐀 🌻 STAYTIST (@kerimaix)

This is so surreal - Chan is a human with two sets of ears and the rest of the members are tiny wee animals - and the love, goofiness and fun are so well captured. This artist also depicts Chan as shy and cute, and I prefer this to the hard dom or arrogant inaccessible guy takes I see more often. Like I get it's appealing to others but I like a squeaky, shy guy better than any alpha dude character.

🧩 ⇢ what will make you click away from a fanfiction immediately?

poor characterization on a macro level

crass and goofy consistent misspelling like "nobbing" instead of "nodding", "viscous" instead of "vicious", "colon" instead of "cologne"

offputting descriptions like "chubby little cock" or "fat mushroom" (used for dick tips). I would lose my erection if someone talked to me like that irl

[soundsfaebutokay]

hello i have come to harass my only sandman mutual again (my dad has promised to watch it with me when i go home for the holidays in december eyyyy)

i cant draw so i’m here to drop this in your inbox instead- please consider:

death: do you ever want to talk about your emotions, brother?

dream: no.

hob: i do!

death: i know hob

hob: i’m excited!

death: i know hob

(sad didn’t seem on brand for him lmao)

Death picked an emotionally open golden retriever of a man for her sad wet cat little brother which means she now also has an emotionally open golden retriever of a man as an in-law. It's great.

Also I can't help myself, I have to rec a fic with the most heartwarming Death POV on the Dream/Hob relationship. Death's bit is in the epilogue, but the love story of how they get there is absolutely amazing, thrilling, and so so satisfying. Just thinking of it makes me giddy, it's so good.

Inspire in Me, the Desire in Me by ElloPoppet (@lizabethl)

I don't know if you can wait until after you've seen the show to read it 😅 but keep it in mind! And now I'm extra-excited for you. :)

[krisdreaming]

PLEASE TELLING ATSUMU HE IS GOING TO BE AN UNCLE

Being married to Samu and the first thing he does after he hugs you when you tell him you are pregnant is to invite Tsumu over to suprise him and ask him to be your baby's godfather :')

He would be so happy, imagine him taking care of your and Samu's baby girl at the shop with the MSBY team while you both are preparing dinner :(💕💕💕

[ This is a request I received in 2021, before my long hiatus ]

From the moment I read this in my inbox while sorting through everything, my brain RAN WITH IT. Turns out I love the concept of Uncle Tsumu :') Maybe I went a little overboard, but can you blame me?

tbh it can be read as gn!reader - no pregnancy mentions or anything.

You and Osamu are over-the-moon happy, and naturally the first person you both want to tell is Atsumu

He is highly suspicious when you invite him over and you're all giddy - ngl he sort of suspects that you're planning to prank him somehow, this wouldn't be the first time

But then Osamu tells him that the two of you are going to have a baby, and he's instantly SO happy for you both, he squeezes you both together in a HUGE hug

And then you tell him you want him to be the godfather? Please, he's not crying, Osamu was obviously cutting onions earlier pfft.

(he's crying, and for once Osamu is nice enough not to mention it)

Be prepared because even before the baby is born, it's going to be absolutely SHOWERED with gifts, from little things Atsumu has seen in his travels to things that he just thinks the baby is going to NEED to have

These things vary in actual usefulness tbh - A painting for the nursery wall? Surprisingly tasteful and actually matches your color scheme perfectly. A bocce ball set? Yeah, maybe we'll just... put this away until they're older.

He's practically the first to visit you after the baby is born, you have this photo of him holding the baby for the first time and the heart eyes are real, he's so gentle and careful

Your little bean is his pride and joy, his camera roll is instantly filled with photos, and he shows them to everyone he knows and even some people he doesn't

("Omi, didja see-" "You've shown me this photo three times since practice started -_-")

The first time baby has an outing to one of his volleyball matches, he is so freaking proud introducing everyone to the baby, they're all lowkey starting to dread the day he becomes a father himself because it's already this bad-

You're a little nervous when he offers to watch the baby while you and Osamu have your first night out, but in the end it actually goes really well, who would've thought?

He totally tries to get the baby to pick him over Osamu at various times, with mixed success

As the baby gets older, there's no question that Uncle Tsumu is the coolest. I mean, he's a professional volleyball player AND he takes them out for ice cream and buys them whatever they want, it's the dream.

And as they grow more, he becomes a person they can genuinely confide in and go to about things that they don't necessarily want to talk to you or Osamu about

They truly develop this really special bond, and even eventually when he does have kids of his own there's a special place in his heart for your kid(s) :')

Seeing him with them, you know you couldn't have made a better choice for godfather

[witchesofferngrove]

hello!! if it is okay and wont break my heart too much, may i please ask for C with the birthdays prompt from the list?? feel free to ignore this if yiur inbox is excessive with prompts though, im curious but not curious enough to want an answer if you are overwhelmed ♡ much love!!

Absolutely no problem, thank you for being so sweet! I hope you enjoy this little drabble (honestly, I might refine this and put it into the game in a flashback with choices and stuff.... hmmm).

You smile to yourself as you fill your backpack with countless pastries, banners, party blowers, and dozens of party poppers.

Because today is Cora/Colton Calloway’s birthday.

And that is the best day of the year. A time just for you and them.

When you’re finished, you zip up your backpack and sling it around your shoulders, before quickly and quietly sneaking out of the front door, making sure to lock it behind you.

It’s a short walk to C’s house. As you walk, the moon keeps you company, lighting up the streets in lieu of street lamps. You’re buzzing with excitement, skipping each step down the cobblestone streets, giddy and giggling.

This year is C’s big 16, and their parents grounded them so they missed out on the big party they’ve always dreamed of. But you’ve got a plan, and a great one at that.

When you finally get to C’s place, you rush around to the back, finding C’s window with ease. You pick up rocks from the street and throw them at C’s window. It takes a minute, but then the window is opening and you see C’s grey eyes peering into the darkness. Their eyes lock with yours across the garden and instantly brighten.

Being as athletic as they are, it doesn’t take C long to climb down from their second storey bedroom window and over the wooden fence around their back garden.

“What are you doing here?” C demands when they finally stand in front of you. But despite their chastising tone, they can’t seem to keep the crooked grin from lighting up their face.

You blow one of the party blowers in their face in response.

C snatches the blower from your hand, pressing a finger to their lips. “Shhh.” They point back towards the house, keeping the grin in place. “Let’s get out of here before my parents catch us.”

Just then, as if right on cue, the lights in C’s house all light up at once, and you can hear their mom’s shouting from outside, followed by the twins’ crying. You and C lock eyes like deer caught in headlights, then you both burst out laughing.

C grabs your hand, intertwining their fingers with yours, and takes off down the street, both of your laughs’ echoing across the empty Ferngrove streets.

By the time the two of you stop, you’re both panting and out of breath, far from the town and its angry parents. You’ve found yourselves at your favourite tree just outside the town, its long branches stretching high above your heads and shielding you from the moonlight.

“Close your eyes!” you command.

C obeys, covering their eyes with both hands, but leaving the giant smile on their face visible.

You slip the backpack off your shoulders, and get to work decorating the tree. You throw the streamers over the branches, tie the banners up to the tree, lay out a blanket over the roots, splaying out the pastries you stole over the top, along with the party poppers and blowers. But the most important piece—a giant chocolate and peanut butter cupcake with a happiness charm. One that you had been saving for them all day. You stick a sparkler candle in the middle and light it up.

“Okay, open!”

C drops their hands, their eyes flying open.

The sparks light up the darkness surrounding you, reflecting in C’s glistening, grey eyes. You watch them carefully, each twitch and movement of their face, and all too late, you realise the reaction isn’t the one you were expecting.

C’s eyes well with tears, and drop after drop, they trickle down their tanned cheeks, as C allows the sparkler to die down without blowing it out. They rub at their cheeks furiously, fists brushing tears away.

You freeze, uncertainty overtaking your instincts, as you gently place the cupcake on the ground by your feet. “I–I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to–”

But before you can finish, C tackles you with a hug, bringing you tumbling down to the blanket underneath your feet. Their arms snake around your torso, holding you tight as they nuzzle their face into the crook of your neck, their grip on you strong and warm. Instinctively, you wrap your arms around their neck, tangling your fingers in their blonde curls, your lips resting against the shell of their ear.

“C?” you ask, your voice barely a whisper. “Is everything alright?”

You feel them nod against your shoulder, before they begrudgingly begin to disentangle their limbs from yours, pushing themself up so that their face hovers inches above yours. You feel your face heat up, and your breathing grows shallower and shallower, until you’re barely able to breathe. C waits, their grey gaze boring into yours, still shining after fresh tears. Your mind spins, unable to process the fact this is happening.

Will they–

But then their face splits into a crooked grin, and they push themself back onto their knees, rubbing the back of their neck awkwardly. “Sorry, just remembered how much I love you,” they mutter self-consciously, flopping back down onto their butt and picking the abandoned cupcake off the ground. You stay on the ground, too afraid to move to break this reverie you found yourself. “I’m so lucky to have you as my best friend. There’s nobody like you in this world.”

Oh, you think, trying to keep your heart from breaking, oh right.

You pull yourself up into a sitting position, and grab one of the party poppers. “I’ll always be here for you, C,” you respond, trying to keep your voice from cracking. “Never doubt it.”

C smiles, taking a bite out of their cupcake. “And I’ll always be here for you too, [Nickname].”

You mirror their smile, your heart lightening when you notice the current icing moustache they sport. “Happy birthday, C,” you say softly, and pull the cord on the party popper.

The confetti bursts into the air, and falls around you like glittering stars. But while C watches them drift happily to the ground, your eyes trace the beautiful lines of their face, and remember how it felt to have them be yours, even for just a second.

[maraudersftw]

I have a weird question, but do you ever feel like someone is really, REALLY your friend and that you adore them even though you don't know anything about them except for the fact that they're unflinchingly kind?! I have this reader who /ALWAYS/ leaves such wonderful comments and even though all I know nothing I feel like "HEY THAT'S MY FRIEND RIGHT THERE!!" whenever they comment ahaha. I want to know if it's just me or if there are others out there

Um, this is not at all a weird question, and I adore it so much, because YES, ABSOLUTELY! I have a bunch of usernames that I love seeing in my inbox whenever I publish a chapter/fic, and these readers have spoiled me so much that I wait for their comments with bated breath each time.

And since I feel like I don't take the time to appreciate my loyal and unflinchingly kind readers nearly as much as I should, I'm going to go ahead and tag (some of) them here to remind them how much they brighten up my days with their words.

I'm going to start with @all-things-jily of course, because she's got to rank #1 reviewer in the fandom without fail. I await her comments with so much excitement, it's actually insane. But even beyond that, Nina is such a wonderful person and the greatest friend, and I'm so lucky to be able to talk to her openly and honestly about anything on my mind.

@the-dream-team is the love of my life, and I'm always prepared to either be swept up in emotions or laugh my heart out whenever I see her comments in my inbox. And again, even beyond being a fabulous reader, Dylan is just sunshine personified, super talented, and the sweetest friend 💖

@liz-lunane is another person whose comments I can never get enough of. She unfailingly bookmarks every single one of my fics (yes, I've noticed, Liz) and her enthusiasm just makes me giddy to the point of nausea (in a good way hahaha)

@moonzelle leaves the sweetest comments ever! They're always so thought-through and detailed, and the best part is that she lists down her feelings from the chapter, which is honestly the most wonderful thing ever!

@shaniso90 If there's a reader who fits the "unflinchingly kind" descriptor to a T, it'd be her! She says the most flattering things, not just about my stories, but my writing in general. And then she always tacks on "I know I've said this a lot of times, and I'm repeating myself..." which is the funniest thing, because I could reread her comments a million times and it wouldn't be enough

@blitheringmcgonagall has been the most supportive person in the fandom ever since I've joined Tumblr, and it's insane to me how she works the busiest job, writes all this incredible stuff, comments on as many fics as she can, and still manages to be the sweetest person in the world ❤❤ truly the best

@keepingupwithpotters is basically one of the coolest people I know, and I've been in awe of her wit and humour ever since the first time she commented on one of my fics. Every time I see a comment from her in my inbox--I kid you not--anticipation flutters through me because I know this one's going to be good XD

@my-kindred-spirit is SO sweet and adorable, I don't even have the words for it. She always writes her comments with a bunch of emojis and caps to emphasize her enthusiasm, and there's nothing better than that, honestly!

@imgoodwhataboutyou never fails to bring a smile to my face with their comments! It's always filled with such wonderful reactions to the scenes in the fic and the best keysmashes hahaha I'm truly blessed to have such a reader!

@raissassampaio is the kind of reader one dreams about! She not only leaves you comments on the fics she loves, but also goes out of her way to make gorgeous moodboard edits for those fics! Like, talk about being spoiled!

@shehatedhimnahshedidnt kills me with her comments each time! If you ever go to one of my fics and take a look at the kind of lovely things she says, you'll understand exactly what I mean. Plus, I love her immensely 💕

And so, so, SO many other readers who I cherish and love and am unbelievably grateful for. Tumblr tagging cannot possibly express my gratitude to everyone, and it'd take me years to list every reader who's made me happy with their comments over the years. If I've not mentioned you here but you've left comments on my fics before, I want you to know with absolute certainty that I know you and I've re-read your comments a minimum of three times, and I love you with my whole heart. I'm just incapable of holding all that adoration in one post for everyone. Thank you!

[inthe-afterglows]

this ask has been a long long time due cause your fics have been my major source of comfort ever since i found them so this is gonna be a super long rant and im not even sorry cause your fics deserve all the appreciation and im so glad they exist. alsoo, hiiiii can i please have an eternity to scream about how every one of them is this overall total brilliance and love-packed masterpiece!????? your writing is incredible, like on every mortal and supernatural plane that exists.

"tis the damn season"??? I SPENT AN HOUR TEXTING MY BEST FRIEND AFTER I READ IT ABOUT HOW I WANT MY OWN PERSONAL LILY EVANS OR JAMES POTTER THE WAY YOU WRITE THEM (to quote red white and royal blue, "bisexuality is truly a rich and complex tapestry") but seriously, your lily and james are so in love and its so fucing lovely and giddy and just present in every word, reading them feels like listening to a song taylor wrote about joe, or one they wrote together, like "yes i want that kind of love" which brings me to the next thing i need to scream about, THE TAYLOR SWIFT REFERENCES, just when i thought your stories couldn't get more perfect, we get the bumping in hometown and lily wearing a CARDIGAN to meet james from her parents house and even the other james and betty and augustine and william bowery's refrence too and the references in the proposal????? fucking golden.

alsooo i dont even know what to say about the orchestred coincidences universe series except for AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. unorchestrated surprises is top of my list of reads for a rainy day, it felt like being drowned in fluff and cuteness and i loved every fucking moment of it. james's parents and jily's friends and how you even made the dreaded petunia and vernon dinner so funn. and the whole plot and cuteness of orchestred coincidences was amazing, literally everything- how they met and then following each all over Europe and he played "love story" for lily (!!!!!!!!!) and their rambling voicemails, such great material for sirius's best man speech istg. also i absolutely loved lily standing up against petunia's bullshit in both of themm.

andd "illicit affairs" was an emotional rollercoaster that I'd take happily any dayy, the way you wrote all those little elements of the song into the fic, the dont call me kid, dont call me baby and you know damn well i would ruin myself and parking lots and like the subtler more emotional ones, "You taught me a secret language I can't speak with anyone else" and "You showed me colors You know I can't see with anyone else" were just so perfectly potrayed in the lily's feelings that it honestly made me cry.

im convinced that everything you write is literary genius at this point. the oneshots only prove that more cause honestlyy "say you wont let go" (once again kudos on your music taste and the fic? so adorable i could cry) and "between the aisles" (that made my dayy and i literally danced when saw the notific in my inbox) and "the girl in the ivy house" !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

i realise that im literally word vomitting right now but i cant go without screaming about "at the beginning" because holy fuckkk, its like all the most interesting troupes everrrr in one!??? like anastasia au + outlander au + childhood bestfriends + a war period era fic + royalty and memory loss? just WOWWW. i literally love it so so much i can not tell you enough, Thursdays are marked on my calendar and i love the updates and the cliffhangers are torture but i love them too. james' and lily's dynamic in your writing never fails to take my breath away and with atb that was all the more true. also, when lily played "dream a little, dream of me" i loveed it so much, i just pictured her singing it like the kina grannis version and definitely went awww on how james humed it later when they danced!! the mystery is so good and the plot with lilliana evander and the order and time travelling is everything. cant wait for the next one and im honestly ready to jump into the fic and punch voldy moldy and his death eater cronies if they hurt james and rem.

i haven't read "amateurs at war" yet but safe to say that im gonna ramble in your asks when i do. and ahh speaking of which, im sorry for rambling on for so fucking long, i just really hope you know that you're a truly brilliant writer and paint magic with your words and your fics are appreciated so much

i don't even know where to start because this is making me cry (in the best way) and will forever be crying at "your writing is incredible, like on every mortal and supernatural plane that exists" :') :') This whole ask is so touching I'm just :') and please, come ramble in my asks anytime because I will totally ramble right back at you so strap in for a long response!!!

It makes me so happy that you like my James and Lily enough to text your BFF for an HOUR about it!! Like AGAJHDJASDLKJ and thank you for your appreciation of the Taylor Swift references!!! They were some of my favs to work in :):) Also tho, if Lily isn't wearing a cardigan at some point is it even a taylor swift au???? because like 'standing in your cardigan, kissing in my car again'

Sirius' best man speech would've been equal parts epic and embarrassing for them both ahahahhaha Fluff and cuteness was basically my whole vibe when writing these fics!! I'm so glad you liked James' parents because that bit was one of my absolute favourite pieces to write and yes the dinner with Petunia and Vernon as well ;) And I'm so happy you mentioned the rambling voicemails!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I was just trying to give illicit affairs it's due respect because it's one of my favs and hearing you talk about how you think I portrayed all the emotions in the song so well has me so soft right now!!

"im convinced that everything you write is literary genius at this point" actually deceased after reading this!! THANK YOU SO MUCH!! <3 <3 And so so excited that you've even read my older fics!! The Girl In The Ivy House and Say You Won't Let Go will always hold such a soft spot in my soul for me so beyond happy that you liked them!!! And you danced when Between the Aisles came out?????? Again SO SOFT RN!!!

ATB does have a lot of troupes I just hope I'm pulling them off!! Thursdays are marked on your calendar??? *insert heart eyes x100000* AHHHH so so happy you liked the Dream A Little Dream Of Me part!!! It was one of my favs to write!! I know I'm the writer but can I also jump in with you to punch out Voldy and his cronies? Pls & thx. Don't wanna say too much because spoilers but I hope you enjoy the rest as much as you've enjoyed the start!!!!

Please don't be sorry for rambling in my asks!! This literally made my entire day/week/month/year/decade/century!! <3 <3 <3

[shadowsfascination]

Dreams

Hot. Moist. Sweat. It gushed off him while he twisted and turned under the sheets, barely awake and still under the spell of a teasing dream. A soft sound, in between a growl and a moan, managed to escape Shadow’s lips, even with his mouth as dry as a desert.

His eyes were half-lidded, continuously blinking at a rapid speed. He gasped, clasping his hands into the ball of fumbled sheets atop him as if longing to hold on to something. His sub-conscious mind started registering the stimulus of the cold on one of his legs that peeked out under the blanket. He tugged it back under the warm, somewhat clammy sheets and a inhaled with a series of grated breaths.

“Shit… This again?”

Shadow laid his head to rest on the pillow below him and stared at the ceiling in the dark. His spiky quills pressed into the cushion, the cool cotton fabric nicely fluffing against his skin. It wasn’t until recently that he noticed how everything seemed to be the same saturated colour in the dark.

Not until these dreams decided to wake me up at the same darn point every night.

He grunted. Not only did he want to fall asleep again, he yearned to dream on that one particular dream. Shadow wriggled once more, huddling in attempt to find a comfortable position to drift off again- fast. He shut his eyes and snuggled up to the pillow beside him in the bed. A muffled groan carried away from underneath it. He was already too awake, too aroused to glide back in his dream again.

Fuck!

The black hedgehog sat up straight in a bed that wasn’t his. Ever since Amy left town two days ago for her internship, he decided he’d sleep in hers, which he convinced himself was fine… She asked me to check in on her house sometimes and I know where her spare key is hidden. It’s not like I’m doing something wrong…

In the pockets of his black jacket was an unfinished joint and a lighter- almost empty, judging by its’ weight. He opened the window in her bedroom, lit the joint and inhaled the smoke. Shadow rested his elbows on the windowsill, picturing Amy’s reaction to him smoking this stuff inside her home. Undoubtedly she’d show that cute, irresistible, agitated blush spread across her cheeks.

It had been that particular look on her face that lit a romantic spark in him. He remembered scoffing himself for the very first time after tracing the slightest affection for her. She was his friend and it should’ve stayed like that. But it didn’t and he had a love-hate relationship with his feelings for her.

Part of him despised the lack of self-discipline that eventually allowed him to fall for her, but then again: who could not fall for Amy Rose?

The young woman was simply amazing; kind, brave, strong, gorgeous, honest and pure. Hanging out with her was never an obligation to him. Even if he acted indifferent in the past, it was a mere cover. He enjoyed being with her so much that the innocent one-sided crush he made himself believe it’d become, faded over time to be replaced with an overwhelming sense of… lovesickness? Lust?

Shadow had yet to come to terms with whatever stirred inside him- if he’d ever decide to stop lying to himself. He craved being with her, even if it was just as her friend. But friends didn’t look the way he looked at her, the way he saw her, the way his mind was toyed with by her.

And lately it had gotten much worse. A feeling of possessiveness grew inside him when she told him her plans for a yearlong internship overseas. Surely she’d meet new people, make new friends, go out and meet guys. Guys who’d eventually find an interest in her. Shadow feared he might lose his chance with her forever. And yet… he’d just let her go like it was no big deal, casually waving her off like Sonic had. Along with his sigh marihuana scented smoke escaped his lips.

He looked at his phone. Nothing. His inbox was unusually quiet after Amy briefly informed him she’d arrived at her destination. It made him restless and impatient.

“I can’t believe I’m just as stupid as that faker…”

That last part was what made it so ugly. Sonic had taken Amy for granted for over a decade. Shadow had gladly been her shoulder to cry on and often told her he couldn’t understand how poorly the blue blur treated her. And now he had sunk as low as his rival when what he really longed for was to make Amy his girl and walk beside her, showing her off, proud as a peacock.

He imagined pulling her into a passionate kiss, one that would weaken her knees, send shivers down her spine. One that made it loud and clear to everyone that she was his woman. Now that was a decent goodbye! He sighed once again. She should be his!

Shadow’s mind drifted off to the night before she left. Amy went home early from the farewell-party her friends had thrown her. She had excused herself by stating she wanted a good night of sleep before her journey the next day, but asked Shadow to hang out with her in the end. Just the two of them. He knew far too well she’d do that.

Something in the way she acted that night puzzled his mind. It had lit sparks of hope that she felt the same way about him. If he wasn’t mistaken, there’d been this tense atmosphere between them.

____________________________________

 “My turn! Shadow, can you hand me that?”

…

“Shadow?!”

Amy frantically gestured with her hands to make contact with a Shadow whose mind seemed to have drifted off. The introverted hedgehog got sucked into his own mind, quietly moping and pouting to himself in his thoughts about her departure.

Blinking when he finally noticed her, she was already so close to him that it startled him a little. Sucking off the tip of the joint he held between his fingers, he instantly stiffened up. Shaking a little as he watched her, he became helpless to the arousal from the image and the prickling heat that flushed through his body.

The girl looked up to him, colouring his cheeks in a deep red, her lips still enclosing the tip. He was quickly to shift his gaze away from her, feeling she’d see right through him if he stared at her any longer.

“Sorry. I was out of it for a bit.”

She didn’t take it from him. Instead Amy let out a muffled ‘U-huh’ and guided his hand to her lips again to have another pull of the joint. Without warning she tucked her arms behind him, pulling him into a hug and chuckled a delightful laughter.

“Cheer up! I’m gonna miss you too, you know?”

“Tsk, darn right, you will!”

Amy snorted at his silly reply and gave him a playful push.

“It’s the truth and you know it.”

Shadow raised his eyebrows and crossed his arms, faking an arrogance that actually fit his personality quite well at times. Amy however saw straight through his act, aware that he found it difficult that she left. Despite everything they ended up being the best of friends and she was sure he’d feel lonely and bored without her.

“We can still catch up on the phone and stuff. It’s only for a year. It’ll be over before we know it. Besides, you’re gonna be busy too in the meantime. I’m so excited for you about the project you were tasked with. You always wanted to do this stuff, right?”

“Yeah, it’s something I’m looking forward to. I’ve always wanted to work with plants. I’ll get to investigate, plant and look after all these rare species the Central City’s botanical garden’s been given after the archaeologist department found this hidden, preserving millions of seeds.”

“A nice change of pace for you, after your last missions. Promise to show me around sometime when I’m back, okay?”

“Gladly.”

“Yay! Now… I need something sweet!” Amy said when a munchie kicked in. “But already I emptied my cabinets… Argh!”

“Wait here.”

Shadow jumped off the roof they sat on and walked up to his motorcycle. Amy watched him lift up the seat and grab something out the space hidden underneath it. He jumped up and pulled himself up on the gutter with two brown paper bags clenched between his teeth. A gleeful smile instantly spread across Amy’s face when she recognized the logo on them. He handed her one.

“I put another in your backpack for your trip tomorrow as well.”

“Aaah, you’re the best!”

Amy opened the bag and couldn’t fight the giddy, happy squeak that escaped her lips. All of her favourite candy from her #1 candy store in Spring Yard was in it, which wasn’t close to their hometown. Shadow must’ve gone out of his way to get this for her and he clearly put in some thought into picking out the confectionary in the paper bag. She happily stuffed her mouth with it and heard Shadow snicker beside her.

“You’re precious.” He chuckled at her.

“What? Oh! I probably look ridiculous.”

“I think it’s endearing.”

She quickly gulped it down and fake-shyly fidgeted, trying to compensate for what she thought was unladylike behaviour. In sudden confusion Amy scratched her quills. Since when did she care about that when she was with Shadow?

She then spotted Shadow unroll a liquorish-fruity roll, her absolute favourite. Tearing the paper bag as she searched for it in hers, her face soured, eye-lids dropping halfway down. She regretted she impulsively ate all the candy in three big bites.

“That’s what you get for eating them all at once.” Shadow said.

He shrugged and put the end of the now unrolled, spaghetti-like candy in his mouth with an amused expression. Amy turned around, bent over him and took a bite from the candy string, her grin turning as smug as his was before. Surprised by the pleasurable tension she experienced from being so close to him, she giggled her unease away.

There wasn’t much left of the candy string. To bite off that last piece, she practically had to kiss him. The thought spread a burning sensation through her chest. With Shadow’s heart jolting rapidly and the blood whizzing in his ears, he slowly sucked up the candy string into his mouth to see how she would react.

Don’t think too much of it. She’s just teasing me! Isn’t she? Shadow thought to himself.

Locking her jade eyes with his ruby ones, Amy leaned in a little closer. Shadow didn’t protest. Amy bit her lip for a second, but then enclosed her rosy lips around the other end of what was left of the short candy string.

He took in her flowery scent and felt her breath gently brush against his lips, their noses almost touching. His palms turned sweaty inside his gloves. Amy’s face was blazing, its’ heat radiating against his own.

He cupped his hands around her back ever so carefully, putting the smallest amount of pressure on them. Aghast and undecided Amy sat down on his lap, one hand on his chest, the other tracing the outlines of his lips.

Shadow decided to take the leap and leaned in a little closer to bite off the string when his phone loudly buzzed in his jacket, startling the hedgehogs. Amy squeaked and quickly slid off his lap, her face and ears coloured in a deep pink blush. Shadow awkwardly hid his face from her, grabbing his phone while he inaudibly cursed whoever ruined this moment for him.

Rouge: ‘Do you really think this is a good idea?’

What the-? How’d she even-? If she’s been spying on us, she will not hear the end of it!

 _______________________________

 After Rouge interrupted them, things became weird. They said their awkward goodbyes like they’d see each other again the next day. But they didn’t because she left for her internship and he went to pick a fight with Rouge. The bat was genuinely concerned about him and what it’d do to him if he and Amy kissed and she’d leave the next day for a whole year.

Even when Rouge meant well, Shadow had yet to comprehend how she’d caught onto his secret feelings for Amy and felt violated in his privacy. On top of that she should have minded her own business.

He put his joint and lighter on the windowsill and snuggled up in Amy’s bed again. With his crimson eyes slowly closing, he concentrated in good hopes the fantasy would sprang from his mind and reignite his dream.

Come on, come on… I’m at the station, where are you? You should be here!

He whispered aloud while Dream-Shadow skated towards the pedestrian-bridge that crossed over the train tracks at high speed. He jumped up the stairs, his heart wildly pounding in his chest, hurrying him forward, pushing everyone aside who blocked his way. The strangers always delayed him in so many, annoying, different ways and every time he was left no choice but to jump off the bridge as a shortcut to get to the platform in time. Although a part of him feared, a part of him knew, he’d be too late -again. A sea of unknown, irrelevant others were standing in his way. Why is it always this crowded?

‘Move! Out of my way!’

The pod had done its’ job and Shadow drifted off into a deep sleep. His gaze locked on to something in the distance, the familiar shape of the one he was after.

‘Wait!’

He clenched his teeth and sped up, screaming to the strangers to make room for him, but his cries fell on deaf ears once more. The empty voices of everyone out here muted his screams before they could reach her.

‘No! Not again! Please! I must…!’

Shadow never seemed to get closer to the train he tried to reach before it’d fare away, even when he was skating towards it at full speed. It drained him, sending stinging pains to his sides, but he never got to it. Like his feet were glued to the ground. Soundless, hoarse, growling cries leaving his throat as the train departed and the crowd suddenly vanished, like it had never been there to begin with.

‘WAAAAIT! YOU HAVE TO WAAAAIT!’

He never mastered control over the rotten feeling, even when he knew it always ended the same way. The fact that he didn’t make it, didn’t reach her, never was fast enough… It was mortifying for him. He was the fucking ultimate lifeform and he didn’t deliver.

He pounded his fists into a brick wall and growled like a beast. His muscles trembled from the impact as he watched the train disappear into the distance. The thought of chasing it tempted him for a second. He let the thought pass on and slid down against the wall, scouring his back to the raw structure and sharp chunks of stone in it. He bled, but didn’t bother. Shadow’s chaos energy always healed him so fast that hardly anything was an actual threat to the ebony hedgehog.

He let his dream counterpart stroll over the platform of the train empty station. It somehow was always empty at this point in the dream. The sun stood low, casting soft beams of light in magnificent deep oranges, reds and yellows, painting long, dark shadows behind objects blocking its’ reach. Shadow sank down on a black, metal bench on platform 3-b, its’ many thin metal lines pressing into his skin. He rested his head on his hand, curling up to a ball.

‘I’m so stupid! So DARN stupid! I should never have let you leave like that!’ He cried. ‘And now you’re gone! ARGH!’

The powerlessness and anger inside the black male came crashing out of him when a chaos sphere ignited from his hands. It destroyed the tracks with a shrieking bang, curling up its’ irons.

‘I thought you were different, Shadow.’ crawled up a voice from behind him.

Dream-Amy’s voice scared him wide awake. His muscles soured, adrenaline rushing through his veins, his breathing irregular and his phone buzzing under the pillow. The disappointed tone in her voice hurt him badly. He seized the phone with trembling hands.

Amy!

Suddenly only seeing her name on the screen made him scared as never before, but also strangely excited at the same time. Nausea sprung in his middle.

Amy: ‘U awake?’

Shadow: ‘Yes.’

An incoming call from Amy popped up on his screen. He swiped it to the right to pick up.

“Why are you still up? Tomorrow’s your first day, right?”

“I went out with some people from the dorm.”

“O-kay... Did you- did you have a good time?”

“Sure did. In fact a really cute guy asked me out. We’re going out Friday night.”

All right. He knew what this was really about. She was trying to make him jealous, trying to make him feel bad about the way they parted. And it was a totally justified thing to do, but her act revealed to him that she wanted him to care. Shadow’s muscles relaxed again and a confident smile curved his lips.

“Is that so? Did you tell him you secretly have feelings for someone else?”

“I’m not in love with Sonic anymore!”

“Who said I was talking about Sonic?”

…

Shadow was unable to fight the amusing feeling inside him from how baffled she was all of the sudden.

“Well- I-! I can’t believe you just let me go like that!”

“I’m sorry.”

Amy shrieked with a high pitched voice when she heard the acoustics of his apology twice. She turned around, the phone still held against her ear to see him standing in her dorm room. In one hand he held a chaos emerald and his phone in the other.

“What are you doing here?!”

“Confessing how much of an idiot I am.” He pouted.

“Go on.”

“It was highly indecent of me to let you go like that and I’m sorry.”

Part of him wanted to confess everything to her, take the leap and come clean, but he didn’t. The repeating dream that haunted him since she left had awakened a new fear in him: that she was only fooling around with him that night. It was yet to be proven irrational. He felt it was her turn to say something for this wasn’t a one way street.

“Thank you. It’s just… That night- I thought you cared about me.”

He sat down next to her.

“I do.” Way too much actually.

Shadow leaned in on her, resting his arms on her legs, his lips close to her ear. He closed her in between the wall behind her and himself in front of her only to whisper: “In fact, I don’t like that you’re going out with someone if that someone isn’t me.”

Amy let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding. She tilted her head and unintentionally tightened her grip on Shadow’s chest fur. Her lashes softly tickled on his muzzle when she blinked. His musky scent and flirting intoxicated her senses. He levelled with her to catch her gaze, internally screaming from how hot she looked in what he realized was in fact one of his sweaters.

“Heh, here I only thought I had the hots for you, but it seems I was wrong.”

He pulled her closer by the cords of the sweater. Slowly he closed the remaining distance between them, softly pressing his lips against hers.

“So wrong!”

Amy smiled against his lips and straddled him, clamping his legs between her own, before passionately pouring into the kiss.

Chaos! I wanted this for so long!

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AN: This one’s long! I decided to care less and just write and draw whatever I want, trying out new styles. Here goes...

Shadow and Amy are both adults here. Where I live smoking marihuana is tolerated.

Like always: send me a note for annoying typos, grammar mishaps etc. 

[redorich]

Techno asker once again! Aah, thank you for the compliments. Now I'm all flustered!

I uhm, I learnt English in school for like seven years. I was absolutely abysmal at it - to the point of getting set back a year in 7th grade. Then in the summer break between my 9th and 10th year my best friend read a fanfiction that they loved to bits and wanted me to read. It was in English. I, being also in that Fandom and it not having much fan content in my native language, obliged. So I downloaded a plug-in that would translate words I highlighted and set out to conquer my nemesis - the English language.

That was the moment hyperfixiation kicked in. I spend the following six weeks of summer break reading absolutely everything I could find for that fandom in English.

3 years later I decided to study English literature and linguistics in university. I didn't finish, sadly, bc of mental health and family stuff but it was very fun. My dyslexia only mildly inconvencied me - autocorrect for the win!

Plus, I've always liked finding words and phrases that I haven't heard before and then using them myself. It's a bit like finding treasure!

For example - 'Like an over-full blender running without it's top on' is such a good metaphor! I've never heard that before but I know exactly what feeling is meant to be communicated, way better than if you'd stated it plainly. That is so cool to me!

And 'My death was just and everyone rejoices.' is such an impactful line. I get giddy with excitement when I read stuff like that.

On the subject of giddy - I actually giggled when dream asked about the therapy vacation. Maybe it's especially funny to me because I also requested the last hermitcraft-housebuilding-therapy-vacation, or maybe I'm just easily amused, but I found that joke very entertaining.

I hope that wasn't too much information or too much excitement. I just really enjoy your writing. I loved this piece. I loved how you portrayed Willbour, made just as volatile by his grief and pain as he was before his death, and yet tampered by that same heavy sadness. It works so well.

Thank you for writing this, you make my day every time <3

Wow, that’s some legit dedication! If you don’t mind my asking, what’s your native language?

This well-thought-out analysis is honestly so touching, it makes my day every time I see it in my inbox. The idea that people out there in the real world are pogchamping at lines that I wrote? Stupendous.

“made just as volatile by his grief and pain as he was before his death, and yet tempered by that same heavy sadness” umm anon?? Who gave you PERMISSION to be so eloquent, I’m jealous xD

[doc-pickles]

i saw mommy kissin’ santa claus

Hello! And welcome to “Festive Fridays with Two Dumb Bitches So Dumb They Can’t Stick to the Schedule They Make for Themselves” featuring me and @odd-birds-and-booksellers We wanted to find a day of the week for December to post our Christmas fics on and decided on Thursdays (this was originally titled ‘Two Dumb Bitches Thursday’ but we are both terrible procrastinators so now we have that fancy new title up there)

Will you get posts on Thursdays? Fridays? Who knows! But we’ve both committed to posting once a week every week of December with a fun festive fic! (Please don’t come to our inboxes and hound us about them, we yell at each other enough as it is and Lay is mean.....)

Anyways this is my first fluffy fic entry of the month and it’s definitely not inspired by real life events. Hope you enjoy! :) 

(also this is not my best work because i’m sleep deprived and also my pregnancy brain is not letting me write how i normally do soooo cut me some slack please and thanks)

“Karev!”

Both Jo and Alex turned at the sound of Bailey’s voice behind them, the woman looking expectantly at Alex. Now that he wasn’t a young resident, Bailey rarely evoked a feeling of fear in him but today her stern voice had him racking his brain for anything he’d done wrong recently.

“What can I do for you, Chief?”

“Doctor Peterson retired earlier this year,” Bailey waited for either Jo or Alex to make a connection from her words, but both stared blankly at her instead. “Doctor Peterson used to dress up as Santa every year for the Peds Ward Christmas party. Since he’s no longer available, I need a replacement.” 

Jo’s eyes lit up in delight as she turned to Alex who wore an unamused expression, “Absolutely not, I am not putting on that ridiculous costume.”

“Oh c’mon! It’s for sick kids Alex,” Jo settled a hand onto her husband's arm as she batted her eyelashes at him. “It’ll be fun! You should do it!”

Alex looked between his wife and his boss, Jo smiling excitedly at him while Bailey fixed him with a glare. A groan left him as he realized he didn’t have a say in the matter, “Fine I'll do it. But I’m not happy about it.” 

Jo let out an excited squeal as Bailey thanked him, walking away with a satisfied smirk. Turning to his giddy wife, Alex wrapped his arm around her waist and leaned down to whisper in her ear, “You better make this worth my damn while.”

“What, do you want me to come and sit on Santa’s lap and tell him what I want for Christmas,” Jo rolled her eyes, but Alex kept his gaze fixed on her. “You’re serious? You really are a pervy old man sometimes I swear.” Alex swatted at Jo’s ass playfully as she walked away from him. If she hadn’t happened to be standing next to him when Bailey asked he wouldn’t have caved so easily. His eyes narrowed at the thought, knowing that at least one of the women had planned that out. 

“Stupid freakin’ Santa costume…” 

+

There was a reason that he’d avoided the Christmas party for the Peds ward all these years and he finally realized why. Alex was surrounded by dozens of sugar high children who hadn’t seen outside of the hospital walls in weeks. He loved his job and working with kids, but he rarely had to deal with them when they were running around and screaming at the top of their lungs.

“Well you look like you’re having a great time,” Meredith sidled up to Alex, chuckling as she pulled on his fake beard. “The white doesn’t look so bad on you, maybe by next Christmas you won’t even need the fake beard.” “Oh shut up, I’m only here because Jo made me come. And she hasn’t even bothered to show up and make things around here more enjoyable,” Alex grumbled as he swatted away Meredith’s hand. He’d been sitting with kids on his lap for almost an hour and a half now, asking them what they wanted for Christmas and listening to their lists. “I’ve got fifteen minutes left before I can go home and drink beer and I can’t wait.”

“I’ve gotta go find my kids in this madness, but it looks like you have another visitor,” Meredith gestured to the little girl patiently waiting to meet Santa, bright blue eyes staring up at Alex in awe. “Have fun Santa!”

As soon as she was gone, the little girl bounded up to Alex and settled herself onto his lap, a gap toothed grin appearing on her face. Alex recognized her as one of his own patients, five year old Lauren who had a gastrointestinal problem that kept her in the hospital for weeks at a time, “Hi Santa!”

“Hi Lauren,” Alex almost chuckled at Lauren’s wide eyed expression when she realized that ‘Santa’ knew her name. “What do you want for Christmas?”

“I want a Barbie dream house and a pink glitter ballerina Barbie too,” Lauren was full of giggles as she relayed her wish list to Alex. Her expression softened however and she leaned in close to him, whispering her next words. “And I want my tummy to feel all better so I can go home and have a real Christmas. Christmas in the hospital is no fun.” Alex’s heart broke at the little girls words, realizing just how much of a toll being here was taking on such a young girl, “You know what, I think your doctors will do their very best to get you home for Christmas so you can play with all your new Barbies. How does that sound?” Lauren’s face lit up at Alex’s words, her arms wrapping around his neck as she giggled in delight. A string of thank yous left her as she hopped off Alex’s lap and reunited with her mother, who sent an appreciative wave in his direction. 

“Well aren’t you the best Santa in the world,” Alex turned at the sound of Jo’s voice, holding back an eye roll as she lifted her camera to snap a photo of him. “See, I told you it wouldn’t be that bad! Your mom is going to love that photo, I hope she puts it on the mantle.” “Did you come here for any reason besides to mock me,” Alex grumbled. “I’m almost done with this and then I’m never doing it again no matter how much you beg.” Alex couldn’t help but smirk at Jo’s amused expression. She looked so happy that he was doing this, like it had made her whole year. If nothing else, Jo’s excitement made the stupid gig worth it.

“Well I came here to tell Santa what I want for Christmas but if he’s too grumpy…,” Alex reached for Jo’s hand, pulling her into his lap as she laughed at his antics. 

“Now what do you want for Christmas,” Alex pressed his face into Jo’s neck, more laughter coming from her at the feel of the fake beard against her skin. “I’m sure Santa would be more than happy to oblige.”

“You realize you’re trying to talk dirty to me at a children’s party right,” Alex pinched Jo’s leg at her remark, a squeal leaving her as she jumped. “Okay okay, what I want for Christmas is… a baby.”

“A baby?”

“Yes a baby,” Jo grinned widely, leaning in close to Alex with a twinkle in her eyes. “I want you to knock me up. Preferably not wearing the Santa costume.” 

Alex stared dumbly up at his wife for a moment, her grin never fading as she watched him process what she’d said. A baby… Jo wanted to have kids. Kids with him.

“You know there’s easier ways to say that you want to try for a baby,” Alex chuckled as he leaned up to kiss Jo, his fake beard getting in the way of his attempt. “C’mon let’s go home, I finished my duty for the day. Maybe if you’ve make it on the nice list I’ll put in a good word for you with Santa.” A string of giggles left Jo as she watched Alex try and sneak out of the room, instead getting ambushed by almost all of the kids that were running around. After a quick goodbye and a promise to work hard on their wishes, the pair finally made it out of the room, Alex turning to Jo with a grin, “You want one of those? You sure?”

“More than anything. Now kiss me,” Jo pointed upwards to the doorway where a sprig of mistletoe hung. “It’s tradition.”

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“I can’t believe you volunteered to do this this year,” Meredith stared dumbfoundedly at Alex, who sat in his chair with a smirk peeking through his fake beard. “Seriously, are you feeling okay? You couldn’t stop complaining last year.” “Would you pipe down, it’s different this year,” Alex shrugged, waving at one of the kids that ran by. “I wanted to spread some Christmas cheer to sick kids, is that so wrong?” “Don’t listen to him, he didn’t want some ‘germy mall Santa’ to hold Peyton for photos,” Meredith turned at the sound of Jo’s voice, a grin lighting up her face as she took in the sight of the small baby cradled in the baby sling across Jo’s chest. “Although the peds ward of a hospital can’t be much better.”

“Stop whining and come over here,” Alex held his arms out, expecting Jo to hand the baby to him but instead having her sit across his lap. “Really? You’re gonna sit on my lap again?”

Jo shrugged, pressing a kiss against his cheek as Alex reached up to uncover the baby’s face, “I figured my Christmas wish came true last year, might as well go again.” “Listen I love you but this one barely sleeps through the night as it is,” Alex gestured to Meredith, who was smiling at the happy family with her phone in hand. “Now would you smile so we can have a semi decent first Christmas photo for our daughter.” Jo and Alex both wore bright smiles as they looked at Meredith, the two month old between them not even batting an eyelash as she slept soundly on her mom’s chest. The warm feeling in Jo’s chest almost made her tear up, thinking to just the year before when her husband had begrudgingly put on a Santa costume to please her. This year he had eagerly gone through the motions, excited to create memories with their daughter without a care about all of the patients that came with the deal.

“What’s on your mind? You have that blissed out look on your face,” Alex’s fingers on her cheek snapped Jo out of her daze, her lips coming down to press against his briefly.

“Nothing, just thinking about how lucky I am and how much I love you.” “I love you too, but you can’t just kiss me like that,” Jo’s brows furrowed as she took in Alex’s serious expression. “The kids are watching! What are they gonna think when they see you kissing Santa like that? I’ll get a bunch of angry letters.” “You’re the worst, Karev.”

[dinosaurs-last-day]

@bitchass-slytherin-snakery this is such a cute prompt! Thank you! I’m going to enjoy writing it! Quick note: There is some drinking and drunkenness at the beginning of the fic, but it doesn’t last long.

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“If I win, you have to take me on a date tomorrow night!” Patton giggled, placing down a red 3. Janus and Patton were playing Uno, something they did a bit. But tonight was different, because Remus had left out some of his more adult drinks and they two of them had gotten slightly drunk. When Patton got drunk, he became a giggly, flirty mess, which Janus was not witnessing.

“A date? Like, a romantic outing, just the two of us?” Janus asked, his words just ever so slightly slurred together. 

“Of course silly? What other type of date is there, except for the numbers and fruits!” Patton said, giggling some more. Janus’ already flushed face turned a bright shade of red, but he smiled.

“Bets on!” Janus said, taking off his gloves to show that he meant it. Then he slapped down a yellow 3. “Uno,” he said, smirking. He didn’t know why he wanted to win this, he really wanted to go on a date with Patton, but Janus had a competitive streak that rivaled Roman’s, he had to win this. 

“Draw 4 cards Dee!” Patton said, slamming his wild card on the stack of played cards. Janus groaned and picked up four cards from the deck. “Uno!” Patton said. “Also, the color is now blue.” 

“Janus looked at the five cards in his hand, none of them were blue. He sighed and picked up a card. Patton laid down his last card and cheered loudly. “I won!” He tried to stand up, but fell over, giggling some more. Janus had to catch him so that he didn’t hit his head on the table.

“Choose where you’re taking me on a date tomorrow! I can’t wait!” Patton said, running his fingers absentmindedly through Janus’ hair. Janus was sober enough to be taken aback by the affection, but drunk enough to not pull away. Finally, the two drifted apart and went their separate ways to bed.

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The next day, Janus was standing in the kitchen making lunch. He had slept through most of the morning, thanks to his hangover. He felt much better now, but he couldn’t stop thinking about the events of the night before. Had Patton actually asked Janus to take him on a date? Or was that just a dream?

Patton walked into the room, looking incredibly upbeat, with an extra bounce in his step. “Morning Jan! Have you picked out where you’re taking me tonight? I can’t wait!” So it wasn’t a dream, Janus thought. Patton remembered it, which meant it had actually happened. How did Janus let this adorable man convince him to take that bet? He had to have been more drunk than he realized.

When Janus didn’t answer, Patton’s eyebrow’s furrowed in an expression of worry. “It’s okay if you don’t want to. Last night was a little strange, it’s fine if either of us said stuff we didn’t mean. If you don’t want to, we don’t have to go on a date.” 

“No!” Janus said, causing Patton to startle a little. “I mean, I do want to go on a date, if you’re still up for it. I just haven’t decided where to take you.” Patton’s face brightened, causing Janus’ stomach to do a somersault. Everything about Patton made Janus feel like he had butterflies in his stomach, which was a completely new feeling to him. 

“You sure you want to go out tonight?” Janus asked.

“Of course! I suggested it, right? Now don’t tell me where we’re going! Surprise me!” Patton said, walking off, beaming even more than he was before.

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“A carnival!” Patton said that evening when they reached their destination. Janus had spent an hour searching for the absolute perfect place for a first date. And luckily, the carnival just so happened to be in town. Janus had never been to a carnival, but from what he knew, it was right up Patton’s alley. 

“You like it? Should we go somewhere else?” Janus asked. Patton shook his head excitedly, taking in all the sounds and smells of the carnival.  The bright and colorful lights looks magical against the dark night sky. The sounds of kids laughing and music playing gave Janus the sense of being carefree, and he felt comfortable there. 

“What should we do first?” Patton asked. 

“I’ve never been to one of these, so you lead the way,” Janus said. Patton smiled another one of his adorable smiles, making Janus’ heart beat a few beats faster. He face warmed when Patton laced his fingers through Janus’ gloved ones and pulled Janus along, weaving through the crowd. 

“We should start with the games! Before all the good prizes get taken!” Patton said.

“Patton, you know these games are set up to be unbeatable. No one ever wins the big prizes. It’s a con, a way to steal your money,” Janus tried to explain. But Patton didn’t pay attention to his date’s warnings, instead he was walking up to one of the games. 

Patton moved from game to game, losing each time, but enjoying it non the less. Janus mostly watched, only playing games that Patton insisted he’d be good at. Janus liked watching Patton, who was acting like a kid in a candy store. Rushing from one game to the other, gushing over some of the cuter stuffed animals that were hanging up as prizes.

Suddenly, something caught Janus’ eyes. He told Patton he’d be back in a moment and headed off to a nearby game. After about ten minutes at the game, Janus came back, carrying the biggest stuffed animal Patton had ever seen.

“Is that a frog?” Patton said excitedly. The stuffed frog was just a tiny bit smaller than Patton. Janus smiled as he handed it to Patton, who’s eyes were twice their normal size. 

“Yeah, I won it for you. Apparently you were right, you can beat those games. Guess it takes a master of deceit to beat a con.” Patton set the frog on the bench behind him and wrapped his arms around Janus, surprising the latter with a hug. 

“I love him so much! Thank you Janus!” Janus’ cheeks warmed, and he awkwardly wrapped his arms around Patton.

“It’s no big deal. Come on, grab your frog and let’s get some food.” Patton pulled away and grabbed the stuffed animal, carrying it as he followed Janus.

Patton picked out a food truck to get their snack at, insisting that they both get elephant ears. Janus left Patton on a bench with his frog, as he went and waited in line for their food.

Janus came back with two warm elephant ears, covered in cinnamon sugar. He handed Patton one and held his own in his gloved hands, staring at it.

“I’ve never had anything like this,” Janus said. 

“Well try it! You’ll love it!” Patton said, beginning to eat his own. Patton watched as Janus took a small bite of the sugary treat, and smiled when he noticed how Janus’ face lit up, his scales seemed to turn a lighter shade of yellow. 

“This is amazing!” Janus said, finishing it in a matter of seconds. Patton ripped his in half and gave the one of the pieces to Janus.

“I can’t steal yours,” Janus protested.

“You’re not stealing it, I’m giving it to you. You seemed to love it so much, I thought maybe you’d like some more.” Patton forced the elephant ear into Janus’ hands and finished up his own piece as Janus ate what Patton had given him. 

“Now, for the final event of the night,” Janus said, “I purpose we head over to the Ferris wheel and then head home.” Patton agreed wholeheartedly, and the two of them headed over there. Patton held his frog with one arm, and with his free hand, he clasped Janus’ hand.

The attendant got the two situated into one of the Ferris wheel cars, Janus on one side, Patton and his stuffed frog on the other. As they were lifted up into the air, with all the noises and crowds of the carnival underneath them, Patton reached over and cupped Janus’ face in his hands. Janus jolted a little bit in surprise, but when Patton moved to pull away, Janus grabbed his hand and held it there. 

“Don’t, I kinda like it,” he whispered. Patton smiled, admiring the snake man across from him.

On an impulse, Patton leaned closer to Janus, bridging the gap between them. He planted a quick kiss on Janus’ lips, which managed to be both cold and warm at the exact same time, a sensation Patton quickly became obsessed with. He pulled away, his cheeks a rosy pink color.

“Sorry, I should have asked.” He said, embarrassed. But instead of answering, Janus leaned over and returned the kiss, quick and full of emotion. Then the two of them pulled away, embarrassed and fully of giddiness.

“So, this date? Did you like it?” Janus asked.

“It was perfect!” Patton said, leaning over and planting one more kiss on Janus’ lips. “Absolutely perfect.”   

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[ari-shipping-stuff]

Monochrome Week 2020

Day Seven - [Fake Dating] AU

@monochromeweek

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you people seem to be enjoying this au lmao

so i extended the storyline a bit for y'all. hope you enjoy

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Weiss was in Blake's dreams. She wanted to panic. But how could she, honestly? She couldn't possibly feel distressed when the mere thought of Weiss made her feel so relaxed.

Blake picked a fuzzy dandelion from her front yard. It was dark already. Actually, rather early in the morning. But she couldn't sleep.

She didn't want to be faced with Weiss rejecting her. She didn't want to panic. She'd been on cloud 9 since that night at the restaurant. Even more so when they finally stood up to Henry. Weiss had been so much more carefree around her.

She could almost pretend they were dating for real.

Blake embraced her legs to her chest, pursing her lips. She stared forward at the white picket fence, contemplating the past few weeks. The last few perfect weeks.

Her phone buzzed next to her. Blake picked it up with her free hand, stretching her legs out on the dewy grass.

She clicked through the phone, checking the inbox.

The dark jabs of red in the contact's picture made her pause. Her finger hovered over the message as she read through the little preview.

I'm getting desperate, B...

Blake stared at it blankly, feeling her Cloud 9 evaporate. Replacing it, a dark, familiar feeling. She wanted to throw her phone across the yard. Hear it shatter. Feel the fact of him being unable to contact her anymore. An irrational fear mixed in with anger.

She clicked the message.

As she read through it, that feeling grew on her like toxic vines. Creeping around her chest. Squeezing tightly.

Blake turned off her phone, leaving him on seen. The vines seemed to pull back, but lingered near. Laying her phone back down beside her, she pulled her legs back to her chest, staring at the picket fence.

As she sighed, her dandelion blew away, little spring snowflakes flying into the night.

Blake just wished this would stop.

•

Saturday night. Weiss never imagined being in another rampant dance club so soon. But it was Yang's birthday, so she had to relent.

And Blake would be there. Of course, Weiss was coming.

But even if Weiss wasn't so infatuated with the mere thought of Blake, she still had to come. If not for Yang, then for her and Blake's apparent relationship (which she was enjoying very much, to her surprise).

The news had been absolutely buzzing for weeks. Internet or in person, there would be people eyeing them together. Or even just Weiss when she passed through the hall, a smug expression painted on her face like, 'Hah. I got her first.'

With the amount of attention they were getting, Weiss was somewhat surprised they hadn't heard from Adam yet. Especially with Blake's belief of him keeping tabs on her.

But regarding Blake, Weiss sensed something was off.

She looked distracted. Tired, even. She'd already downed two cosmopolitans within the hour and was already ordering another. Weiss couldn't possibly think of any other reason for her to be pushing her alcohol tolerance this much. Blake barely even took alcohol.

Weiss bit her lip, hesitating. Then she placed a soft hands on Blake's wrist.

"Uh.. Blake?"

Blake turned to Weiss attentively, and suddenly, Weiss felt absolutely ridiculous. Blake was perfectly sober anyway. Of course, she was. She clearly knew how much she was drinking. What was there to worry about?

Weiss shook her head, raising her own drink to her lips.

"Nothing," she said. "Just checking if you were still sober."

Blake snorted, licking her lips. Weiss could see the faint red stains on them, clear as day. She gulped down more of her Blue Lagoon.

"Actually, Weiss.." Blake winced. "There's been.. Something I wanted to talk to you about."

The pink on Blake's cheeks must've been coming from the neon lights from the ceiling.

"Oh?"

"Yep." Blake replied. But just as she began to speak, something caught Weiss's eye in the distance. She craned her neck, trying to see.

".. You know, it's been on my mind.. A-A while, and.. I wanted to..—" Blake looked up at Weiss nervously. Her face fell as she realized her attention was somewhere else. Though she had to admit, it was a bit annoying that this thing could steal her attention so easily.

"Um.. Weiss?"

Blake turned, searching the club for whatever (or god forbid, whoever) Weiss was supposed to be looking at.

"Weiss? I can't see it."

Her only reply was the background music raging through the speakers.

"Weis—?"

"Did you know that he would be here?"

Blake frowned, squinting at the crowd. But there was nothing to see. Everyone was on the move, shifting positions, dancing. No one could be identified.

"Who are you talking about?"

But she was looking in the wrong place. Weiss held the sides of Blake's face, steering it in the right direction.

Weiss's gaze wasn't in the crowd, after all. Rather, beyond it. In a darker, remote corner, Blake's very own nightmare stood there, unnoticed by her as his red was bathed neon green in the light.

And he appeared to be looking for something.

"Fuck," Blake muttered, earning a questioning look from Weiss. She began to stammer incoherently, stumbling off her chair.

"Blake, what are you—"

Blake grabbed Weiss's wrists, eyes wide with panic.

"We need to get out of here." she hissed, turning slightly so her back was turned towards him.

Weiss's eyebrows raised in surprise.

"Blake, it'll be fine." she whispered, breaking a hand free from her grip. She tucked a strand of hair behind Blake's ear, lightly stroking the dark hair pulled up in her bun. "I'm here. We don't have to pursue him."

"He's already looking for me." Blake mumbled.

"And he'll find us." Weiss reassured, holding Blake's hands in her own. "He'll find us together, being the most amazing couple to ever exist and he'll have to back off since we're in public. Has he ever made a scene in public before?"

Blake shook her head like a sad child.

"Good." Weiss smiled. "He definitely won't now."

She let go of one hand, but held on tight to the other, leading Blake through the dance floor.

"Wh-Where— What're you doing?"

Weiss smiled at her. "Let's just go dance."

•

Blake was still wary of Adam. She couldn't see him anymore now that she was in the crowd. Heck, she didn't even know where she was.

He could've come into the crowd. What if he was going to find her? What if he was behind her right now?

Blake looked behind her, before sighing in relief.

Okay, nevermind.

She needed to relax. She was with Weiss. Ruby and Yang weren't far, of course. Since Weiss made them promise to stay near (Blake could almost gush about the fact that Weiss felt the need to clarify, 'It's for Blake').

What if he always knew you were there?

Blake wanted to stop panicking. Maybe it was the alcohol making her emotions rage. She wasn't used to more than a glass, usually.

He's waiting for you to let down your guard.

Blake stumbled, almost crash-landing on Weiss.

"Blake, are you alright?" Weiss asked. She held Blake by the shoulders, sliding a hand to her cheek. Blake held that hand gently, nuzzling into her touch.

"Still bothered?"

Blake nodded, looking away.

Weiss sighed, raising her other hand to Blake's face.

"I'm here. It'll be alright." she smiled. "I'll always be here."

Blake raised her eyebrows at the way Weiss phrased it. It was probably nothing. They were close again. Far more affectionate, but with their line of work, that was to be expected. It was probably nothing.

But Blake felt something. An electricity. Not a giddy excitement like she had with Adam and her other past crushes.

It was more of a connection. An intimacy. Just like that night at the restaurant. Where the heavens danced in Weiss's eyes. And everything was nothing except the two of them. A whole lightning bolt striking.

All Blake could hear was her own heartbeat, thumping violently in her ears.

Weiss's lips read her name.

And suddenly Blake's lips were on hers.

And nothing else mattered.

She could taste the bittersweet citrus from Weiss's cocktail and the pure ecstasy when Weiss started to kiss back. The petrichor and vanilla never hit Blake as strongly as it did then. And her eyes only half-lidded, yet was blinded.

It was the strongest feeling in the universe. So strong, it would linger on Blake's tongue for who knows how long. She was so blinded by it, she couldn't gain her bearings when she realized she was being pulled away.

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don't kill me 👉👉

please.

— ari

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part one | part two | part three | part four

[ericsonclan]

Pinterest Perfect

Summary: An overheard conversation leads Prisha to wonder what she'd want her own wedding to look like someday.

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Sophie and Marlon were eating lunch together in the break room when Prisha came in, planning to grab her coat before heading out for the day. As she passed by the table, she overheard some of the conversation they were having.

“Absolutely no meatballs at our wedding,” Marlon declared, taking another bite of his meatloaf.

“Really? I would have had you pegged as a meatball sub sorta dude,” Sophie replied, chewing on a carrot stick.

“Had a bad experience as a kid. Scarred me for life,” Marlon shivered before returning to his food.

“Well, we both know my number one rule…”

“No clowns,” the couple said in unison, fist bumping with a smile.

Prisha watched the conversation with amusement. She’d heard of this game the two of them liked to play: listing things they should and should not have at their wedding. It was some sort of ongoing joke between the couple, to continue casually planning their wedding even as they weren’t engaged or anywhere near that sort of thing. “Tell me, Sophie,” Prisha began, putting on her coat. “Do you think it ever could have been a real possibility that Marlon would arrange for clowns to come to your wedding?”

“Can never be too careful,” Sophie waggled the end of her carrot stick before popping it into her mouth. “Clowns show up when you least expect them. They’re sneaky that way,”

Prisha chuckled at her friend’s logic. “Well, you two have a good lunch. I’ll see you tomorrow,”

“Bye, Prisha!” the couple called in unison before returning to their mock wedding plans.

Prisha smiled to herself as she headed out to her car. Planning out their wedding so causally with no actual arrangements in place. Those two really make quite the pair.

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Once she was home, Prisha found herself lost as to what she would do with the rest of her day. It had been an unexpected half-day at work, the builders coming in early to begin work on improvements to the bar. Perhaps she would finally get around to clearing out her inbox. Sitting on her couch, Prisha opened her laptop and began the monotonous but rewarding process. A few minutes into the process, she accidentally clicked a Pinterest notification that popped up rather than the email she’d intended and was whisked off in a separate tab for the website. Prisha glanced with mild interest at her feed. She hadn’t used Pinterest in a while, mostly referencing it for inspiration when decorating her apartment as well as providing the occasional healthy recipe.

It was so easy to get sucked in again with all the aesthetic, perfectly framed images. One in particular caught Prisha’s eye: a girl in a white sundress standing in a field of sunflowers. The girl’s short blonde hair reminded her of Violet’s. As Prisha gazed at the picture, a thought wandered into her mind. That sort of looks like a wedding dress. As soon as the thought coalesced, Prisha felt her cheeks heating up in embarrassment. Immediately she closed her computer, standing up to get the tea she’d been considering. Beginning the electric kettle, she tried to think of other things to distract herself, but her thoughts simply kept returning to Sophie and Marlon and that lighthearted wedding conversation they’d been planning. They made the whole discussion look so easy, so natural.

Prisha poured the hot water over her packet of Earl Grey, warily eyeing her laptop as it lay upon the couch. There’s nothing wrong with daydreaming, is there? Hesitantly, Prisha returned to her computer, opening it back up. The screen immediately displayed Pinterest again. As she clicked on the search bar, a menu of suggested searches popped down with several categories. Desserts, sunsets, DIY furniture… weddings. This site is reading my mind. Prisha gulped heavily before clicking on the Weddings option. What sort of rabbit hole had she let herself wander into?

There were endless ideas for weddings on Pinterest: color schemes, flower arrangements, wedding gowns, cakes, there seemed to be an infinitesimal number of things to take into consideration when planning a wedding. Scrolling through the feed, Prisha found her eyes drawn to the wedding dresses first. There were so many options, so many different styles. Long, short, fitted, flowy, the fashion choices seemed infinite. Prisha gazed at a fitted mermaid, lace dress for several seconds, entranced by it. Could I pull something like that off? The woman in the photo appeared to have a similar body type. What would Violet think?

Violet always seemed to like whatever Prisha was wearing. There hadn’t been a single time where she’d said anything against a single one of Prisha’s outfits. Truth be told, she probably didn’t think about fashion very much, but her eyes did light up a certain way when she noticed Prisha was wearing one of her favorites: the cranberry red cocktail dress, that one pair of jeans that always did wonders for Prisha’s butt, her warm grey cardigan that was extra snuggly on cold nights. Whatever Prisha chose, she wanted it to make Violet’s eyes sparkle in that way.

I don’t know why I’m talking as though this is an inevitability, Prisha scolded herself. Marriage wasn’t even something that either of them had put on the table. But rather than continuing to scold herself on the likelihood of this even happening, Prisha found her mind back on the wedding dress train. Would they both wear dresses? She’d never seen Violet in a suit before. The girl didn’t own anything fancier than a jean jacket. Prisha found herself liking the idea of them both wearing dresses more and more though. Perhaps in different styles so they’d both stand out. Violet could wear something comfortable, maybe one of those cute shorter dresses with the pockets. They didn’t have to both be in white either. Prisha wondered how a cream dress would look against her own skin. There was a particularly lovely gray dress that she quite fancied too…

Amongst all the wedding dresses there were a myriad of other wedding ideas too. Prisha found the outdoor weddings to be the loveliest. It would be beautiful to be married under the trees with the natural light breaking through the branches and scattering upon us. Then at night we could dance under the stars. There were several photos of trees covered in twinkle and curtain lights. Such a simple touch truly brought magic with it. After coming across a particularly lovely photo of just such an arrangement, Prisha finally bit the bullet and made a secret board for herself so she could keep track of her favorite photos. Scrolling back up a ways, she collected several other pins that had caught her eye before returning to the point where she had been.

There were so many elaborate weddings, ones that looked as though they would be massively expensive. I believe we’d both want to keep things simple, Prisha thought to herself. A small ceremony with only our closest friends. Things like the cake and the bouquet could be kept simple as well. A white cake, classic, with some flowers curling round its tiers. Violets would be too on the nose and probably just irk Violet. Prisha didn’t see any cakes with them, but she wondered to herself if it would be possible to decorate a cake with morning glories. After all, Violet was her Morning Glory, it would be lovely to have that special name be celebrated at their wedding.

I’m smiling like a fool, aren’t I? Prisha thought, feeling the expression tug at the corner of her lips. No matter. It wasn’t as though there were anybody about to see her giddiness. Should we both have bouquets or just one of us? Would we walk up the aisle together? One at a time? Prisha supposed with all these things it would come down to what worked best for them. She’d never really considered being walked down the aisle, but Prisha supposed that if her father weren’t there to walk her down the aisle as would likely be the case, she’d rather do it on her own or not at all. Violet on the other hand… Would Louis walk her down the aisle? Prisha chuckled aloud at the thought. She knew Louis would be absolutely ecstatic about that idea. He’d probably fight off anyone else who tried to take the role, though Prisha didn’t think Mitch or Marlon would put up much of a fight.

Ringbearers, flower girls… Willy could be the ring bearer. Prisha was quite fond of the boy. Then again Violet was very much attached to Tenn. Why not both? Then A.J. as the flower boy. Probably not, Prisha thought with a smile imagining the chaos that would ensue with those three together. But it’s certainly an entertaining thought. Bridesmaids and brides.. men? Why not both? That seems to be the theme of this whole ceremony, Prisha thought wryly. Clementine and Louis were most likely to take the positions of honor among the wedding party, making the toasts and planning the bachelorette parties.

Ruby and Omar would likely take on the catering for the wedding while Renata handled the cake. Prisha was sure come hell or high water, Ruby would get involved in other aspects of the wedding as well: dress shopping, flower arrangements, wedding decorations. Considering how excited Ruby got during themed nights at Ericson’s Diner, that excitement was sure to rise tenfold for a wedding. Thinking of their friends and coworkers getting involved in wedding prep filled Prisha with a warm, fuzzy feeling. Prisha could just imagine all of them coming together and helping make this dream a reality. Perhaps I should look at rings next.

The sound of the front door unlocking had Prisha jumping off the couch in fright. Violet stood in the doorway, a to-go bag in one hand and the key to Prisha’s apartment in the other. She looked apologetically at her girlfriend. “Shit, did I scare you? Louis asked to switch shifts with me so I got off early. Picked up some food on the way here. Figured we could make a night of it, have an early dinner, but if you’re busy-”

“Not at all,” Prisha declared, closing the tab and slamming her laptop shut. She threw it off to the side where it landed upon a beige pouf she kept off in the corner. “What sort of food did you bring?”

“Thai. Figured we’d switch things up,” Violet closed the door behind her and walked over into the kitchen, beginning to take out the various boxes of food she’d carried within the bag. Prisha came over to help her. Violet glanced up and a shy smile crossed her face before she looked away.

“What is it?”

“Nothing,” Violet paused. “You’re wearing the earrings I got you,”

Prisha’s hand came up instinctively, brushing against one of the earrings. It had been a six-month anniversary present: a gold pair of earrings, a moon and a star. Prisha knew they were far nicer than anything Violet owned herself. “I love them. They match with everything too,”

Violet nodded. “I thought they would,” She glanced over at the television. “So… Cutthroat Kitchen tonight?”

“Sounds perfect,” They’d soon found the show to be the perfect combination of strategy and chaos to keep both of them entertained. After grabbing their food, both girls settled down on the couch, ready for a night of relaxation. Raising her legs up, Violet put them across Prisha’s lap without another thought. Prisha smiled. Violet had been so nervous about physical touch when they first started dating. It was nice to see how far they’d come together.

Running her hand absentmindedly along her girlfriend’s leg, Prisha glanced over at her abandoned laptop. The board she’d made for herself seemed like a faraway dream now. But being here with Violet, Prisha knew it wasn’t simply a fantasy for her. It was something she wanted, not quite yet, but someday. And every day with Violet made that someday feel closer and closer. With that thought in mind, Prisha grabbed the remote and turned on the TV.

[something-fanfiction-ie]

A Pair of Fans

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Warnings: Creepy guy follows you for like 2 paragraphs but you get a happy ending. Pinky promise.

A/N: I am so sorry this took so long to write, you guys! I’ve been hitting a writing wall like crazy and my life has just been a little hectic. This was a little rushed because I’ve been trying to get it out to you guys but I also have to leave for work in about an hour. Thank you so much for your patience and your love, I appreciate you guys. You’re the best. Remember to let me know what you think. Like, comment, reblog, message me, inbox me, I’m really friendly. I promise. @petah-parkah-and-potahtas and @i-am-lame-leave-me-alone

| part one: Fangirl | part two: Fanboy |

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In the end, you met Tom by accident.

It was your last night in London and you decided to pull your lazy ass off the fancy hotel couch to wander the potentially dangerous London streets. The faults of your plan didn’t fully hit you until the street lights turned on and your phone died. Here you were, all alone, lost in the most unfamiliar of settings.

Which way was the way back to the hotel? The GPS had said to head south on this certain stretch of road before your phone had died, and that information would have been helpful if you knew which way was south. Why had Jason agreed to let you go out alone? In London.

Your current mission was to find a phone booth. You knew your mom’s phone number by heart and she could get in touch with Jason to come get you. She would be mad and you would never live down the time you got lost in London, but at least you wouldn’t be dead in some back alley.

Thankfully, the road you were on wasn’t very populated so you decided to walk with your hood down. If you bumped into a fan or two you wouldn’t mind. It was still a surreal feeling whenever someone came up to you and recognized you.

As you walked, the night grew darker and you couldn’t help but be paranoid about the guy walking several paces behind you. Hunching your shoulders, you glanced behind you and the predatory look on his face was enough to make the hair on the back of your neck raise.

You quickened your pace and took a sharp and sudden left through an alley which, thankfully, led to another street instead of your untimely doom. Still keeping your gaze behind you, you payed no mind to the road in front of you.

Never in all your wildest dreams did you ever think you would run smack dab into Tom Holland. Of course, you didn’t realize it was him until a little later. He was more solid than you would have imagined and he was warm. Almost like running straight into an open toaster oven. Or maybe you were just cold?

You grabbed very muscular biceps to keep yourself from falling on your ass and let out the smallest of surprised ‘Oh!’s known to man-kind. He responded with a grunt, ‘Oof.’ It was deep, not at all how you would think a Tom Holland ‘oof’ would sound.

You should have let go at this point, apologize for not paying attention, and maybe try to explain the situation. That’s what you would usually do, but when you heard footsteps echoing off the brick walls behind you, you abandoned all regards for societal norms.

You let go of the stranger’s biceps and threw your arms around him in a big hug, tilting your head at just the right angle to see the man slow his steps.

Showtime.

“Peter! I can’t believe I found you! I was so lost and my phone died. I’m sorry we fought, I promise to never walk away from you again.” Queue the tears and the sniffles. You buried you head into a chest that, thankfully, smelled amazing. Please just go along, please just go along. Arms circled your back and pulled you close. A strangely familiar American voice spoke back.

“Don’t worry, babe. Just calm down and let’s head back to the hotel. Yeah?” More footsteps except this time, they were receding. Your heart about burst with absolute joy. You stayed like that, encompassed in a stranger’s comforting embrace for what felt like eternity.

Once you both deemed the coast clear, you pulled back and almost chocked on your own spit in shock. Tom Holland stood in front of you, his curls a little disheveled and his cheeks a bit flushed, wearing a black shirt and jeans. His mouth dropped as the realization dawned on him.

He was standing in front of (Y/N) (Y/L/N).

You were standing in front of Tom Holland. Covering your mouth, you stared at him with wide eyes. When you finally spoke, you sounded like the stupidest person to ever exist.

“I thought you were American!” You were pointing your index finger at his chest. His very solid, warm, nice-smelling chest that you had buried your face into just moments ago. You were going to have a full blown anxiety attack from the sheer absurdity of the situation.

He smirked now, “I am not. It was just acting, darling.” Your heart fluttered. He just called you darling. How many times had you YouTubed compilations of him saying that to imagine him saying it to you? Enough to know that it never sounded like this, all breathless and heated and flirty.

He extended his hand and you watched as a little bit of the fanboy from the Jimmy Fallon interview brightened his eyes. “It’s lovely to finally meet you. I am a huge fan.”

You took his hand a little awkwardly, afraid to show just how much you were freaking out. “Likewise.”

“So where are you headed?”

“Brown’s Hotel.” He raised his eyebrows and informed you that you were going in the very wrong direction, Brown’s Hotel was the opposite direction. You laughed a little nervously, scratching the back of your neck as you explained your embarrassing situation. He laughed, shaking his head and squinting his eyes in the most adorable show of amusement you’d ever witnessed.

As you walked back, your shoulders bumping each other’s every once in a while, you talked about everything you could. When was the next time you would be able to walk the sparsely populated streets of a foreign country with your all time celebrity crush?

“What in the world made you choose Peter for a name?” He joked, looking down at you as he steered you around a corner. His hand lightly gripped the back of your lower bicep, sending electricity through your nervous system. If this was a Disney Pixar movie, the alarms in your head would be blaring as your emotions ran wild.

“It was the first name to come to mind. And I’m a huge Spider-Man fan.” You shrugged, self consciously tucking your hands deep into your pockets. Peeking at him through the corner of your eyes, you caught his gaze long enough to spike your heart rate. Which was already dangerously high.

The subject changed a billion different times, sometimes one of you would let a fan moment slip and the two of you would laugh.

Like when Tom said, “Your acting was seamless and beautiful. You weren’t even the lead and still you got the most attention for the movie! Somehow you managed to convey so many things with just facial expressions and body language and it was insane, as a fellow actor, to watch you. If I didn’t know any better, I would have thought you were really your character and-“ he cut himself off, his cheeks a preciously dark pink.

“I’m sorry, I’m geeking a little.” The both of you laughed and he got to witness you geek a little later, gushing about his portrayal of a character you grew up with.

“To actually see this Peter as a teenager, and I mean a real teenager, it was refreshing. Tobey and Andrew did great, don’t get me wrong. They’re both amazing actors, but I just feel like you were the most accurate teenage Peter that has ever been on screen. I love watching you.” It took you a second to realize what exactly you had just said and immediately you tried to correct yourself, but Tom didn’t hear a word of it as his laughter roared through the street.

By the time you got to Brown’s, you didn’t want to leave. You stood awkwardly at the elevator doors, shuffling your feet and trying to make sure that no one recognized Tom. He had his back to the main lobby but it still felt a bit risky.

“Well...” He looked at you with the biggest brown eyed puppy dog look you’d ever seen. It twisted your heart a million different ways inside your chest.

“Well...” You repeated. It was quiet for just a beat and then he said the most precious thing.

“Would you mind if I hugged you goodbye?” Without replying, your threw your arms around him. It felt natural, your body pressed to his like this. His arms pulled you close and he buried his head into your hair.

The moment was so dream-like, that you were completely unaware of the sound of the elevator opening behind you until the people inside started speaking.

“Tom Holland!” He jerked up, catching sight of the three paparazzi behind you. As if it was somehow possible, he pulled you closer in a very intimately protective manner. His body felt rigid against you. You were frozen in place.

“Who is the girl?!” They all started asking, and somehow it felt like you were being swarmed in a mob with their thousand of questions flying at the two of you like daggers. Tom managed to evade both their questions and them by shuffling the two of you into the elevator and evil eyeing them out.

When the doors closed, he let you go and gave you an awakward smile.

“Going up?” After he walked you to your room and you said your goodbyes, a bit reluctantly, you slipped inside. He hadn’t even asked for your number, or if he could see you again. You didn’t try to deny the sadness that thought brought.

Until you shoved your hands into your jacket pocket, ready to march into the bedroom and find your charger so you could cry to your mom. Your hand brushed against something, and when you pulled it out, you realized it was a card. Spider-Man was on the front, the famous picture of him laying on his back in front of the New York skyline.

Flipping it to the back, you burst into giddy laughter.

Tom Holland

Peter Parker aka Spider-Man

Just beneath that was his phone number and social media accounts. At the very bottom, in hurried handwriting was a small sentence.

“I’ve been hoping to run into you.”

[kirishii-gay]

Klance- With a little help from my friends

Word Count: 3.4k Pairing: Klance, Side mention of Shallura, Platonic Pidge x Hunk Summary: Ask anyone and they’ll say “Lance flirts with anyone who has two legs”, and hell, that was an understatement. The guy even flirted with mermaids. No one knew this, however, but it took him so long to get to this level of confidence. Those recurring thoughts of, “Wow, that guy’s really pretty” would put Lance into complete and utter shock. So imagine what he felt looking at Keith, short-tempered, hot-headed Keith, stupid jacket wearing and mullet-haired Keith, and thought, “Wow, that guy’s really pretty”. Or, Lance is an idiot and Team Punk and the Voltron Squad decide to work together to speed things up.  READ ON AO3 HERE ->  https://archiveofourown.org/works/14461524 If you’d like a request, see my previous post or leave me a ship and prompt in my inbox! 

There’s only one thing that Lance hates more than Keith.

And that’s the things Keith does to him.

His whole life he’d been a flirt, draping himself over girls with that sly grin without a care in the world. He was even titled as such: Loverboy Lance, the lady’s man and the biggest flirt in the galaxy.

Ask anyone and they’ll say “Lance flirts with anyone who has two legs”, and hell, that was an understatement. The guy even flirted with mermaids. No one knew this, however, but it took him so long to get to this level of confidence.  Those recurring thoughts of, “Wow, that guy’s really pretty” would put Lance into complete and utter shock.

So imagine what he felt looking at Keith, short-tempered, hot-headed Keith, stupid jacket wearing and mullet-haired Keith, and thought, “Wow, that guy’s really pretty”. His immediate reaction was disgust. His bisexuality had really failed him because of Keith?! Was he that desperate for a relationship in the lonely ship above all civilization that he looked at Keith, of all the people on Earth--no, of all the people in the universe.

Lance then shook his head. It was just a thought. Nothing more. He didn’t need to get worked up.

Right?

Wrong.

One cruel night,  Lance was innocently strolling past the rooms of the castle while whistling, coffee in hand. Most of the rooms were empty, as the paladins had begun to sleep. Allura and Coran were still awake, plotting some new plan about an attack against the Galra.

But one room was left open. The training room. As Lance passed, he heard the active noises of some training of sorts going on inside. Curious, Lance poked his head in, and his eyes immediately widened to what he saw. Robots circled the room, a hunger to fight programmed in their eyes, focused on their target. Within seconds they’d surged forward, attacking from all directions, moving so fast Lance’s eyes couldn’t even follow them. They didn’t need to, anyway. They were focused on one thing.

Keith.

Keith, in the center of the room, taking down the robots one by one.

He was nothing but a black tank and tight pants, revealing muscles rippling down his arm, bulging biceps, and abs even prominent through his shirt. How did Lance never notice that through his jacket? Lance was entranced as he raised a muscular arm to push his hair back, his muscles flexing before he attacked.

His body surged forward, filled with a newfound passion as he glazed his eyes over each robot, and they weren’t simply there for training anymore. They were there for him to take down with a swing of his sword. His body became immersed with passion, with the same intensity he had while taking down any enemy. It didn’t matter whether it was a programmed enemy, Shiro, or a fully trained Galra, he always fought like it was his last battle. Energy and determination surging through his veins, flashing burning red-black. He fights like he has nothing to lose.

God, Lance only dreamed he could ever be that strong.

An aura seemed to surround Keith, a boiling, raging aura that resembled a fire-- you would get burnt if you got too close. Burnt by that passion, that hunger to fight that seemed to emerge within Keith’s veins. He took the robots down one by one, the sword cutting through the air before colliding with metal, moving before he even thought of what to do next. His muscles flexed, his lean body pushed itself further, and Lance was mesmerized.

The last robot fell.

Keith collapsed, taking in inhale after inhale of sweet, fresh air, panting, beads of sweat dripping down his forehead and arms. His eyes finally went open, and he smiled. Those stupid eyes then flickered up and met Lance’s and were painted in confusion as to why he was here.

Lance was jerked back to reality and immediately turned crimson, jolting back. He collided with the door, Keith’s gaze still burning into him, before getting up and making his way back to his bed. He walked slightly faster, hands clenched into fists, attempting to forget about the way his heart jump as their eyes met or the way it raced when he watched him fight.

He didn’t sleep well at all that night.

Lance had obviously done something to upset God because he was 100% sure the universe was against him. Accepting the fact that he might be…..god…. attracted to Keith was shaking him to the very core. And then while trying to accept that, the universe had decided to make Keith the most attractive he’s ever been. It wasn’t fair. At. All.

First, Lance was enjoying breakfast with the rest of the paladins. Hunk had treated them all to a new recipe that tasted absolutely divine, flavor rich and Lance’s taste buds were practically crying with joy. Pidge and Hunk were having a heated conversation about whether the chicken came first or the egg. Shiro was suffering silently, politely talking to Allura. Lance was sprawled across his chair without a singular care in the world before Keith walked in. With his hair in a bun. A bun.

Tied back messily over his face before collecting into a bun atop his head, strands of his hair escaping to fall over his blue-grey eyes, wearing his usual attire except missing his signature cropped jacket, his muscles still somehow prominent in the long-sleeved shirt.

What had he done to deserve this punishment?

Lance didn’t realize he was staring until Hunk dug his elbow into his side with a smirk. “You got a thing for Keith, Loverboy?” He joked.

“W-what?! N-no! Shut up!” Lance replied, but his deep blush said otherwise and he groaned, placing his head in his hands. Keith decided at that moment to take a seat between him and Shiro, and Lance wanted the ground to swallow him whole.

“You ok, Lance? You’re looking pretty red. Is the food spicy or something?” Keith commented, picking up a spoon of food and popping it in his mouth, chewing slowly.

Hunk let out a snicker and Lance groaned again, before slowly getting up and leaving the room, muttering some awful excuse. The truth was, if he spent another minute with effortlessly gorgeous bun-wearing oblivious Keith sitting next to him, he’d either die, pass out, or get blood loss from a very, very bad nosebleed. It would not be pretty.

Lance avoided Keith’s gaze at all costs, but it was killing him slowly. Somehow his hopeless crush made him ten times more aware of everything that Keith did. When he smiled, oh my god, it sent a swarm of butterflies blossoming within his stomach and the world seemed to become a little brighter. And his eyes, Lance couldn’t believe he’d never noticed them before.

They were shaded a blue-grey and were just so intense, and sometimes Lance felt as if he could read exactly what was happening in his head just from his eyes. When he smiled they lit up, catching the light and twinkling, when he laughed they screwed close, wrinkles forming beside them when he found they caught aflame, burning with passion. It was amazing.

There were sometimes...ok, too many times, when Keith felt Lance’s gaze boring into him and raise a brow. “Do I have something on my face or something?” Keith would ask, and Lance would quickly shake his head and stammer some dull excuse.

Meanwhile, Hunk and Pidge had made their mission as “Team Punk” to get them together. Pidge actually found out before Hunk, but Hunk claimed he ‘felt’ it first, which led to a heated argument about who ‘discovered’ them. This continued for a fairly long time until Shiro walked in, and they both turned quiet with a grumble.

Until Shiro draped a hand over both of their shoulders and whispered, “I figured it out first.”

Yep, turns out Team Punk weren’t the only ones noticing the...unusual behavior. Ok, in all seriousness, the whole damn galaxy knew about the two except for, well….the two. Allura had heard from her mouse, Coran caught Lance staring, Shiro had been teasing Keith about it for weeks and Team Punk was already onto the stage of putting their mission into action.

“How long did they stare for?” Pidge whispered, catching up to Hunk one day during training. They both analyzed Lance and Keith like they were a difficult puzzle they HAD to solve. “Forever.” Hunk replied, eyes narrowed and focused. “Ok, well like, 5 seconds.” “That’s an increase than the last spotted amount. Which was?”

“Yesterday at 4:55 pm, common room. Stare lasted for 3.8 seconds.” “Progress has been made! Project Purple Paladin is a go!” Pidge replied, lifting her hand to high five Hunk before the two were snapped at by Shiro to get back to training.

“Purple…paladin?” Shiro had whispered to them after, and in his defense, the name did sound pretty stupid.

“Yes. Purple.” Pidge rolled her eyes, letting an annoyed sigh. “Lance is the blue paladin, and Keith is the red! Purple!” “Oohh…” Shiro replied with a slight smile. This whole situation was utterly hilarious.

Allura was secretly in on the mission after Pidge and Hunk had literally gotten down on their knees. She’d been hesitant-- “Isn’t it an invasion of privacy?” “Wouldn't it disrupt their missions?” “We’re fighting the Galra, there’s simply no time for romance!”, but one look from Shiro and she immediately agreed.

Coran was giddy, claiming he’d never seen anything so romantically dramatic since the Altean Drama shows he used to watch. He was overly obvious though, wearing an obnoxious grin anytime he spotted either of the two doing well….anything within ten meters of each other. Pidge even ‘accidentally’ misplaced  Lance’s phone in the lounge, and when Lance went to retrieve it, jacket swung over his shoulder, Keith happened to be there, sprawled across the couch, watching TV. Keith’s eyes flickered up as Lance entered the room, and shot Lance a curious look. Lance’s throat immediately went dry as he met Keith’s gaze, and he opened his mouth to say something before closing it again, his mind immediately going blank as he was in the presence of the red paladin. Lance’s heart began to race, blush spreading across his face and down his neck. Keith noticed and, damn him, he smirked. The corner of his lip curling up, his eyes narrowing, it was the worst and the best thing Lance had ever seen. God damn him. “I-I..my phone, I left it-” Lance stammered, suddenly forgetting how to talk. He gave himself a mental slap. He was supposed to be cool around his crushes, god damn it! Not a blushing, stuttering, awkward mess! It was a nightmare.

Keith nodded slightly and reached behind him, pulling out his phone and holding it out to Lance, his gaze falling back to the show on Television. Lance reached forward with a gulp and retrieved his phone, but Keith had his entire hand wrapped around the phone. His hand ended up wrapping on top of Keith’s, and he couldn’t help but marvel at how lean and long his fingered were, how he had a slightly calloused palm from his intense fights.

Then, without thinking, he slipped his fingers between the gaps of Keith’s hand, intertwining their hands. Lance let out a small, happy sigh, this was the touch he’d been craving for..well, God knows how long. “Uh...Lance? Keith questioned, eyes scanning his with an unreadable expressed, eyebrows drawn together. Lance looked at him, then down to their hands, before letting out a shocked cry and jerking his hand back, dropping his phone in the process. He immediately chased after the device, desperately catching it while Keith chuckled. Lance turned a burgundy red now and bolted out of the room as fast as his long legs could possibly carry him.

Meanwhile, Shiro and Coran watched eagerly from the security cameras, followed by Hunk who was practically worshipping Pidge for getting them to the next stage- Hand-Holding.

“You did it, Pidge! Did you see that? They held hands for like, 4.3 seconds! And Lance blushed-” Hunk exclaimed with over-enthusiasm.

“Of course it worked! My plans never fail!” Pidge replied with a smug grin. “They’re up to at least stage three of PPP! If my masterplan goes as planned, we should be almost there!

“I feel like a proud dad.” Shiro held a hand to his chest and closed his eyes with a goofy smile, causing Allura to groan.

“Wh-...I don’t understand why you all are so invested in this!” She sighed, shaking her head disapprovingly. “Remind me again what your so-called masterplan is, Pidge.” Pidge and Hunk both grinned before Hunk cleared his throat. “Our masterplan consists of exactly ten stages. Why ten, you ask? Well, Keith has five letters, and so does Lance. And ten is a good number.” Hunk began, and Pidge rolled her eyes before he continued. “Stage One- Getting Lance out of the I-hate-you-Keith-stupid-mullet-head phase and into the Hey-I-realise-I-might-not-hate-you phase. Stage 1- Successful.” “And how did you influence this and not, well, Lance doing it by himself?” Allura retaliated, and Pidge grinned.

“We both made small comments and had lengthy conversations with him. Such as- Hey Lance, ever notice how strong Keith is? Hey Lance, why do you have a rivalry with Keith? Lance, Keith’s pretty cool. But not as cool as you.” Pidge demonstrating, before wincing at the last comment and adding, “Hunk said the last one. Anyway.” “Stage Two- Help him realize hey, you actually like him! Stage Two- Successful!” Pidge added. “Stage Three- Get him out of denial and give him opportunities to get closer to him. Check!”

“Stage Four is when Lance tries to figure out if Keith likes him back, meaning he definitely wants to grow their relationship to more,” Shiro informed with a grin, and Allura had to admit, it seemed slightly less stupid when Shiro said it. Pidge and Hunk nodded in return.

“Stage Five, and my personal favorite stage, is when Lance or Keith come up to us for advice!!” Hunk grinned, and it was obvious he’d be excited, he loves nothing more than helping his friends out. “Stage Six- Working up courage with help from their loyal friends-” “Stage Seven- The confessions! Romantic, beautiful confessions, under the sunset, or a full moon in our case, or in each other’s room..” “Stage Eight- I like you too stage, mutual feelings and by far the best stage.” “Stage Nine, Dating!! Boom, together, it happened, we did it!” “Annddddd the final stage, First Kiss!!” Pidge cooed, making kissy faces and clutching her hand to her chest. Shiro, Pidge, and Hunk bunched together, laughing, while Coran was actually writing out the plan. Allura put her head in her hands and sighed. Again.

Meanwhile, Keith was 100% done with whatever they all were planning. It was getting on his nerves, big time. He’d waited long enough for Lance to get his head out of the clouds and actually pay attention to him after watching him flirt with anyone and everyone except for grin. He couldn’t help the jealousy he’d feel as Lance would flash the girls that sly grin. Keith wanted to see that grin for himself, and only him.

It was a relief when Lance started showing interest in him, but that didn’t stop the surprise. Hell, the guy was even worse at hiding it than he was, no-- he was one hundred times worse. Lance blushed and stuttered and his gaze darted and his hand rubbed the back of his head as his cheeks turned pink and oh my god, it was the cutest thing ever.

Once Shiro found out, hell broke loose. Meaning, when you have a friend as good as Shiro figure out, or the dad friend, you never. Ever. Live it down.

Shiro would sit on the far side of the table, knowing Keith would sit next to him, so that he could sit next to Lance too. He’d smirk as Keith would unintentionally stare at Lance for a little too long. Claim he wouldn’t stop teasing until Keith told him the truth.

So he did.

“I like Lance.” He said one day after they finished sparring, and Shiro, goddamnit, he hugged him and went on about how proud he was. It. Was. Hell.

On top of that, Pidge and Hunk and their stupid mission to get them together. Every time Lance got close the paladin would lose his mind and run away before a single thing could happen. His teammates would squeal about how they were getting closer, but how was any progress going to happen like this? He was sick of it. So, one day, he decided to change that.

The Voltron team were sitting in the common room, sprawled out and comfortable around each other before Keith grabbed Lance’s arm and pulled him out of the room, saying he needed to talk to him.

Lance felt his heart jump out of his chest and he turned his head to see his friends cheer before Coran sent him a thumbs up as the door closed. Keith pressed his back against the wall behind him, leaning against it lazily, his arms crossed and eyes narrowed. Lance moved back, attempting to calm his heart and remain the calm, cool self he always was but it wasn’t working. At all. “I think you know why I brought you here.” Keith finally said, breaking the silence and thick tension that was apparent in the air. Lance gulped and shook his head slightly.

“Nope, no idea whatsoever, seriously-” “Can you just shut up for one second? Man.” Keith snapped, before clearing his throat and continuing what he was trying to say. “The plan they’ve been doing. It’s annoying me.” Lance raised an eyebrow, this was obviously news to him. “Wait, what plan?” “Shiro and the others have made a plan-- a full one with stages and everything-- to get us together,” Keith explained, and Lance felt he was going to fall apart. How did he say that so casually?! And was that why Pidge and Hunk and Allura were all- oh my god, he was so stupid. How’d he not know that?!

“And it’s annoying me. I don’t want those idiots hanging off my every move if I already know what I want.” Keith grumbled, and Lance’s eyes went wide.

“What do you mean?” He whispered, feeling his heart pound with every increasing moment. Keith rolled his eyes, as if it was stupidly obvious, and planted his hands on Lance’s shoulders and staring at him intensely. “I like you, Lance.” Lance felt like his world was going to explode. Or his chest. His mind. Everything and everything. The distance between them suddenly seemed to far and he craved the touch again, his lips parting as his eyes widened because did that really just happen? I like you, Lance.

I like you, Lance.

I like you, Lance.

Had he heard wrong? Was he dreaming? Was this even happening?! He didn’t know, didn’t know what was going on or what was happening but he knew that goddamnit he needed to do something or he would lose his mind.

“I’m going to give you three seconds to punch me.” Lance breathed as Keith’s hands dropped from his shoulders, clenching his fists and mentally preparing himself.

“What?-” Keith started, but he could barely say anything before Lance made his move.

He surged his body forward, arms reaching up and pulling Keith’s face towards him in a desperate kiss. The angle was completely wrong, and his eyes were screwed tight because they were kissing and god, Keith’s lips were so soft and just- Lance pulled away.

Keith stared at him in awe. Did he really just do that? Lance gave a sheepish look, before realizing what he’d said.

“One…” He whispered as Keith continued to stare before attempting to string together something to say, anything to say.

“Two..” Lance continued, his face flushing red and moving slightly closer.

“Three-” “Oh, just shut up already!” Keith snapped before reaching towards the back of his head and tugging Lance’s lips back to meet his own, lifting his other hand to cup Lance’s face as the two kissed, eyebrows drawn together aggressively.   Lance smiled and wrapped his arms around Keith’s back and the two melted together, lips moving gently, attempting to get used to this new feeling. Lance’s lips tingled, and his heart was beating so hard, his chest filled with this light, this soft blinding happiness that seemed to radiate between the two as their lips met over and over and over again.

Keith finally pulled away, turning his head to avoid Lance’s gaze, causing the blue paladin to smile.

“I like you too, Keith.” “I know.”