âWeâre going to make you better, Gotham better. All thanks to the damage the Gray Son has done to you.â
colder weather || requested; demigoad!au; angst
Stories; thatâs all you had believed about the myth of Nightwing, a bedtime story everyone heard in their childhood to give them peace so the Joker wouldnât invade their dreams. It was a fairytale, an absolute myth of godlike proportions.
these days || original; hurt/comfort/fluff
Everyoneâs meeting their life goals; except you.Â
zero || original, humor
bitch, you thought!Â
Jason Todd/Red Hood
Habits || original; hurt/comfort
Prompt: You bake when youâre stressed and sometimes you give me cookies, but recently youâre giving me whole baskets each day, now Iâm not complaining but are you okay?
Repaired || requested; angst/fluff
Jason cannot stand how much time youâre spending with his older brother.
shine || requested; fluff
The batfamily makes an incorrect assumption about your career choice.Â
bad moon rising || requested; fluff
Haunted houses were not your forte, especially when Jason has three scheming brothers.
Nightmares || original; angst/fluff
Usually you kept to yourself about your mental status, but Jason finally gets a glimpse of what you have buried beneath.Â
dog days || original; fluff
An impulse buy and encouragement from Jason leads you towards loving yourself.Â
A strategic planet in the war against the Galra has finally managed to signal for help after years of harsh rule. Recognizing the value of the planet, a group of Blades mobilize to help an interesting group of freedom fighters retake their home.
Takashi Shirogane
Next To Me || original; fluff
He loved you both like you were his.Â
James Griffth
Guiding Light || original; angst/fluff
Youâd always be waiting for him in that small town.Â
Iâve been living for waves by Kanye west! It just gives me great âroad trip at two am vibes! Iâd love a little Jason Todd fluff, if you have the time! Thank you!!
oh my g o d Iâm so sorry this took so long but you can find this request here!
Gotham could be quiet if you wanted; if your brain was loud enough to drown the noise, and these times when you were falling apart, you almost craved the hustle and bustle of the raging city. It had been your brain that had woken you up this early, fingers twitching from the adrenaline of the dream which you couldnât remember. But you could still feel the emotions, the longing and the desire echoing around your skull. Even in sleep, you found no respite.Â
You were wide awake after that, having a lazy, disinterested cigarette, thinking loudly, held together by pale smoke and shiny mirrors, when your cell phone went off. The light was blinding in the dark room, and your tired eyes slid to the sleeping form of your partner, watching as they stayed still. You read the name on the device, scoffing. Maybe Kori had something to that manifestation bullshit she blabbered on about.
With a quick look to the unmoving form in your queen bed, and against your better judgement, you accepted the call and slipped out of the room, shutting the door quietly behind you. The clicking of the latch was loud and finite.Â
âWhy are you calling me?â
âWhy did you answer?â came the smooth, low timbre, and you pulled the phone away to sigh through your nose, smoke billowing out in dreamy coils. Shadows played along the walls of your kitchen as car lights drove by, wispy and fragile, vanishing in seconds.Â
âJason, come on,â you ground out, finger tapping the ash from the end of your cigarette. Youâd have to clean that up before morning; your partner would be on your ass about it if they knew you still had this habit. âDonât waste my time here.âÂ
A breath of silence, too long, one where you pulled the phone away to see if you had actually disconnected before rolling your eyes and continuing. âAlright, well, if thatâs all--â
âCome outside. Come for a ride.âÂ
âIâm sorry?â you gawked, a little loud as you quickly turned to the bedroom door, holding your breath. It remained shut, the glow from the neon lights of Gotham reflected against the stark wood, harsh and cold. âItâs two in the morning, and Dick is asleep--â
âLast chance,â he quipped. âYou know you want it.âÂ
The line bleeped and you cursed, moving to look out the window, the blinds thin but not obscuring the movement of you peering outside. Jason was there, all leather and strength and bad decisions, leaning on his motorbike as he gave you a beguiling salute with two fingers. Tsking through your teeth, you pulled your bottom lip between them, rubbing your forehead as your head and heart began to pound.Â
You still loved Jason Todd.
But you had Dick.Â
Watching the seconds of the wall clock tick, you made your decision.Â
Man, were you one selfish bastard, or what?
Your hands snatched your apartment keys, locking the door and dropping them into your pocket as you snuck down the hallway. You scrambled down the flights of stairs, leaping the last few and stumbling as your feet hit the concrete, pajama pants fluttering out of your hastily tugged on boots. You looked left, then right, commiting a crime of the heart as you breathed in the nightly Gotham air.Â
Jason was smug as you approached, thighs straddling the leather seat of his bike as he handed you his only helmet. âI knew youâd make the right choice.âÂ
âFuck off,â you muttered, knowing this was wrong but so right. Like clockwork, you jumped on behind him, arms winding around his middle as the engine purred to life beneath you, chest pressed to his firm back, muscles taut beneath the leather. Everything was tough and scorched with Jason, a promise of thrill and excitement, fire creeping into the very veins of your skin, a fire that only he knew how to put out.Â
âBaby, youâre the one who jumped on behind me,â he crooned over the hum of the bike, kicking the stand up as he revved the engine. The bike squealed into the empty streets, buildings and lights all blurring, the only constant being Jasonâs presence and the gnawing guilt in your stomach.Â
You loved Dick. You really did.Â
You swear this to yourself as an ultimate truth as you get farther and farther from him.Â
The city streets gave way to the shoreline, sunrise beginning to peak over the waves as Jason pulled into the pier. The breeze was salty and soothing, and he swung a leg over the parked bike while you pulled off the helmet, resting it in your lap. Jason lit a cigarette and you watched him take a couple drags until you nicked it off him, rolling your eyes at him as he gave you a toothy grin.Â
âIf you wanted to swap spit, babe, all you had to do was ask,â he rumbled, and you ground your teeth, filter disintegrating in your mouth. The smoke filled your lungs and the anger with it, burning seizing your throat until you finally started to wonder just what the fuck you were doing here. Jason sensed it immediately, turning one eye to glance at you. âWhatâs the matter?âÂ
âThis,â you gestured between the two of you, smoke puffing out of your nostrils. âWhat the fuck is this? What are you trying to do here?âÂ
âI was just trying to have a smoke,â Jason shrugged, nonchalant.Â
âKnock it off. Be real with me here, Jason.âÂ
He turned his whole head to you, then, looking at you with deep, dark eyes full of a swirling void you werenât sure if you wanted to flee from or fall into. âI saw you in your window and stopped. You just looked so unhappy. So you be real with me here, (Y/N); what the fuck are you doing here?â
Silence, as you felt bile rise in your throat and tears swell in your eyes. You didnât have the right answer, because each answer you thought of hurt someone you loved. The sun was coming up in hues of red and purple and the crashing waves were loud against the wood of the pier as you weakly shrugged, cigarette finally going out, ashes smoldering still.Â
âI donât know.â
Jason let out a breath, deflating in defeat, before shoving his hands deep in his pockets. âYeah... Me either.âÂ
âWeâre both sorta fucked up, huh?â
âIt would seem to be that way.â
The sun crept higher and the waves beat against the wood harder, but as you let out a dreary laugh you realized you could hear the city again. A breeze surged in from the ocean, vanquishing the last embers of fight you had left in you. Gotham was moving, coming alive, getting louder than your pain and the balm of activity was soothing the swell of uncertainty in your soul. Flicking your eyes up, you found Jasonâs gaze, rays of morning sun cresting over your face as you decided on your final answer.Â
My fav in KHR is Hibari Kyoya so I was thinking if you could a scenario with reader as Hibari Kyoya caring and doting mother where she raises her son in the Hibari family mansion with her older brother Fon
hi, requests are closed but thanks for thinking of me. only currently working on mixtape requests and those are also closed!Â
Hi hows you day going? Iâm not sure if you write for young justice but if you do could you write one about kaldur and reader falling for each other when heâs undercover in the light? Just a bunch of angst. Thanks!
hiya! requests are closed, but thanks for thinking of me.Â
oh my goodness, your quarantine idea is v heartwarming to say the least, thank you so much! If youâd like, I currently am between 17 by Cyrus or Dancing With The Devil by NIKI with the lovely Timothy drake đ„ș as for theme, Iâm thinking fluff or comfort, or heck... you can even choose if ya got somethin better! Stay safe, and thank you again once again for your considerate nature :â)
hi hi! sorry this took so long, Iâve been busy. You can find your request linked below!Â
Do it like we might get caught, every night a new adventure
WARNING: Implied themes of abuse and neglect. Read at your own risk!!Â
The yelling, the cursing coming from the kitchen was nothing new. No amount of blasting your headphones was drawing it out, and you were sure your neighbors wouldnât tolerate it much longer. Having the cops called on your parents for the fourth time this week really didnât appeal to you. Scoffing, you fumbled out of the covers of your cheap duvet and slid into some trainers, tiptoeing over to the backpack by the window, sending a quick message as you did. Shrugging on a coat, you pulled the hood up over your hair and slithered out the window, trying not to let the cans clink in your bag too bad. Landing with light feet, you released the fire escape and climbed down, dropping into a puddle on hard stone. Looking up, the argument from your parents was still filtering down into the night. Checking the rooftops, then your phone again, you sighed at the lack of notifications, slipping your bulky headphones over your ears to block out everything. The world was drowned in lo fi beats and lonely lyrics, but there was freedom in the cool night air and the weight on your back.
That was a trade youâd gotten used to; loneliness for freedom.
Stuffing your hands in your pockets, you trotted out onto the main street of the Narrows, heading to the new overpass that lead into Gotham Harbor. It was just built, fresh concrete porous and healthy and just waiting to be tagged. Licking your lips, you skipped to your beats, hands shoved deep in your pockets and one cautious eye on the lookout. For a moment, you even convinced yourself your life was normal. Â
The euphoria of the night air lasted only a few moments. All your anxieties came crawling back in, deep claws rooting their hatred into your bones. From your parents to your grades to college applications to figuring out where your next meal would come from, your life was a certified mess and the one person you could always turn to was not answering his phone. Miserable, your stomach growled in reply, reminding you you had been too scared to go to the kitchen for food tonight. Mood turning sour, you sneered trudged forward, wondering if you could nick something from the 7/11 later.Â
A fifteen minute walk consisting of violently kicking a stray can, trying to calm down. Still no messages on your screen and you resisted the urge to chuck the damn thing into the bay.Â
You hit the overpass. Stomach churning, you tried to lose yourself in the thought process as you zipped into the shadows, rummaging in your pack. Since this was by the harbour, maybe an underwater scene? Oh, but you used up all your green on that building on South 32nd, doodling that four leaf clover. You would have had one can left if the fuzz hadnât rounded the corner and dropped you back off on your front stoop, confiscating your paint all the while. Well, you had black, white and red⊠an orca would have to do. Popping off your headphones to around your neck, you started with the black outline first, drawing it in your style before reaching for the white. Your thoughts blurred with the hissing of the can, a balm over the burning pain or being forgotten, of being left behind, of existing as invisible.Â
You shook the can, relishing in the air becoming pressurized, before sliding a finger over the nozzle to spray. Before you could press down, you tensed, years of secrecy and trauma giving you reaction times and analytical skills. Footsteps, and close ones; you sank back into the dark, wincing as you realized the paint was reflecting light, a sure sign it was wet. You listened closer, reaching in your pocket and nixing your humming headphones. They were wearing rubber soled shoes, and walking casually, so they either already knew you were here or didnât care, and you sure hoped it was the latter.Â
âThought I would find you here.âÂ
You breathed out, grip relaxing on the paint can. It was just Tim, coming around the corner and eying your latest piece. He caught your gaze and shook his head. âYou ever gonna stop defacing public property?â
âYou finally check your fucking phone?â you whispered, harsh. You really didnât want any company right now, thoughts a mess and emotions high. He was usually your safe harbour, but the sting of being ignored was fresh and deep, and a small part of you knew it was unfair, but you wanted him to suffer like you were right now.Â
âI did. You werenât home,â he said simply, and you took notice of his suit peeking out from under the baggy hoodie and sweats. âAnd I know you, (Y/N). Youâre never one to pass up a canvas.âÂ
He shifted, having the decency to look uncomfortable. âAnd...your parents were yelling when I peeked in. Again. So I figured--â
âYeah, well, you figured right; here I am, the poor little helpless good for nothing, back to vandalizing. Whatâre you gonna do, cuff me, bird brain?â You snarled, fingers denting the can in your hands. âPlease. Juvie would be a blessing compared to that house.âÂ
You turned away from him, gut churning, nervous that you said too much. A hiss of a paint can caught your attention and you watched as Tim added more black to the orca, lines a little sloppy but getting the point across.Â
âWhat...are you doing?â you hesitated, watching, fight melting out of the soles of your feet. Tim always ever scolded you when he caught you painting; never once had he offered his own touches. Tim shrugged, stepping back to admire his work.Â
âPainting graffiti,â he said simply. âHow did I do?â
âYou held the can wrong and got paint all over your hands, dude.âÂ
âAh.âÂ
âBut,â you breathed out, a light laugh flowing out behind it. âI can work with that. Here, take the other can of black.âÂ
You two worked in silence, putting finishing touches on your creation, you rubbing your face with your sleeve as you spritzed once more on the red tongue. It was pretty cool, you decided, and you tagged your initials underneath before spinning the can around to hand to Tim, gesturing with your head. âGo on. Leave your mark.âÂ
âYouâre a terrible influence on me, you know,â he hummed, taking the can.Â
A cartoon dragon head in a circle and you rolled your eyes, shoving him lightly. âBecause your last name is Drake. Cute.âÂ
âI thought so,â he chirped, wrinkling his nose. He glanced at you, clean hand twitching at his side. âYouâve got paint on your face.âÂ
âItâs fine.âÂ
âNo, here--câmere.â His hand reached for you before you could dodge, palm warm against your cheek as he rubbed at a smear of white. He was so close and your breathing stalled, his blue eyes luminescent in the low light under the overpass. Paralyzed, you wondered how you never noticed just how handsome this hero was, even under the red and blue lights---
Shit!Â
âFuck, the cops!â you hissed, ripping yourself out of Timâs grip. You swung your backpack onto your shoulders and turned, stomach dropping to your toes when you realized Tim had bailed on you. He left you. He left you to the cops and your parents and the seething glares and the sharp reprimends--
âHey, Van Gogh!â Your head snapped up so quick you nearly broke your neck. There was Tim, reaching for you, paint smeared hand reaching for you from the top of the bridge, freedom and escape wrapped in a wide smile.Â
He didnât leave you.Â
âYou gonna stand there and get caught? Letâs go!â Without hesitation, you jumped, hand clasping his right as the police officer darted from the cruiser, yelling at the both of you. Tim hauled you over the railing, and after checking behind him to make sure you were both clear, he laced your fingers together and began to dash, pulling you with him.Â
âWhere are we going?â you squealed, laughter bubbling out of your throat as you kept up, city lights blurring from the endorphins and the tears in your eyes over not being forgotten. Tim glanced over his shoulder at you, smile softening as he saw you.Â
âDoes it matter, so long as weâre together?âÂ
ok, I sent this cause I searched and you don't do nsfw soooo I will request another thing
superbi squalo when he finds out that his e / no is actually a hot latina with short hair and tattoos?
again, apologize for my English
Hi hi! Requests are closed due to me a) working and b) trying catch up on the quarantine mixtape. When and if normal requests open back up again there will be a notif about it.
Can You Feel The Love Tonight..... You really had me sobbing there. It was SO GOOD AHAKENEJABWJSB
Oh I'm so glad you liked it so much! It was waaaaay out of my comfort zone (no angst, no drama, u see) but we were discussing wedding proposal ideas one day @ work and this one just STUCK with me so I had to share it
Lol so.... âcan you feel the love tonightâ by Elton John.... fluffiest,cheesiest , silliest romantic scene you can think of with a character of your choice. Thought you might want to have some fun đđ
holy SMOKES this took me forever like I had the idea for a v v long time I just didnât have time to write/was at work/ was tired
i gotta say, not an author who enjoys writing fluff but this was cute 10/10Â
but itâs here! you can find it in the link below, I hope it brings you joy!Â
Can You Feel The Love Tonight (Lance McClain x Reader)Â
Can You Feel The Love Tonight (Lance McClain x Reader)
The world, for once, in perfect harmony
Keith had read the same line of his novel for the twelfth time, the words plastering themselves behind his eyes but not sinking in. His attention was being dragged away each time Lance paced in front of him, biting his already destroyed nails and grabbing his head in apparent anguish. Sighing in annoyance, Keith bookmarked his page, knowing that trying to proceed in his novel was useless, and fixed his best friend with a stern glare.Â
âLance,â he tried, folding his hands over his hardcover. âYou need to relax. Hunk and Shiro are handling the preparations, Pidge has the tide calculated to the second. It will go smoothly. You just need to fix...this.â
Keith gestured to Lanceâs entire being, the latterâs face heating up. âDude, Iâm about to ask the rock to my roll, the peanut butter to my jelly, my fish to my chips--â
âAlright, thatâs enough.â
â--the love of my life, to marry me, and my best friendâs best advice is to just âfix this.â Thanks, dude.â Lance plopped down next to Keith, the sun spilling in from the window, the summer heat uncomfortable even with the air conditioning of the beach house. Running his hands over his face, he groaned and blinked harshly, world blurry from pressing on his eyes. âDo you...what do you think theyâll say? What if they say no? What if they hate it so much and, in turn, hate me?â
âLance,â Keith stressed, a firm hand coming down on his shoulder, squeezing to bring his friend back to earth. "They love you. Don't doubt this. It will work."Â
A wormy smile that Keith tried to hide with his book made his way into his face, gaze sliding to the doorknob rattling, signaling your return. "To be honest, I'm surprised you even thought of this proposal idea. Are you sure it wasn't your sister's idea?"Â
"Dude!"Â
Keith shrugged, looking up as you came laughing back into the living room, Allura in tow. Lance looked away from Keith to you, and felt his worries wash away. You were smiling, fumbling with the bags of goodies you had, no doubt for the whole house and none for yourself, as was your nature. You reached up to tuck a piece of hair behind your ear and Lance felt his heart stutter and lurch, chest swelling at the sight of you.Â
Keith tapped his book against Lanceâs head, standing and smirking at Lance. "Close your mouth. You're gonna catch flies."Â
You turned as you saw Lance hurling a pillow at a chuckling Keith, smiling as you saw your boyfriend. You danced over, Keith touching your elbow in greeting before he exited the room. Lance reached for you and you sank into him, the sunlight dancing across your face.Â
"Hi," you breathed, fingers playing in the lapels of his dress shirt. You fit so perfectly against him, filling all the empty spaces. "Sorry we're a little late, but I saw this dress for Allura and I made her try it on and then had to convince her to buy it!"
Lance let out a low whine. "Babe, you were supposed to be shopping for you. We have plans."Â
"I handled it, Lance." Allura called from the kitchen, appearing over the breakfast bar to give him a wink behind your back. "You simply must see what I've prepared for them."
"It's very lovely; I would never have picked it out by myself," you acquiesced. Lance patted your hip and stood, setting you on your feet before ushering you off to the bedroom to change. It was almost time, and if he didnât follow the plan, Pidge might actually skin him alive.Â
Allura trotted behind you, willing to assist with anything you needed as Lance once again began to pace, nerves returning in full force.Â
"Lance," Keith hissed, utterly exasperated. Lance threw up his arms.Â
"Can't help it, bro!" Lance groaned, ruffling his hair, anxiety rolling off him in waves. Keith watched him in pity a few moments longer before picking up his phone, sending a quick check in text to Pidge.Â
"Look," Keith urged, flipping around his phone to show him the positive affirmation he received from the young scientist. He raised an eyebrow at his best friend. "You need to calm down. Eat a piece of bread or something."Â
âI canât, what if it doesnât work, or the tide doesnât come in, or the moon blows up, or--â
âIâm ready!â you called, footsteps approaching down the hall from one of the bedroom, Allura fluttering behind you, trying to do last minute touches. You swatted playfully at her, laughing. âAllura, stop! Weâre just going for a stroll. I donât even know why youâre fussing so much, itâs just a beach walk at sunset.â
âOh yes, how could I be so daft?â Allura deadpanned, coming around the corner to the kitchen. You followed, laughing again, and Lance felt his pulse quicken to such a speed where he was certain he needed a hospital. You were always beautiful to him but Allura had put on some finishing touches, light and airy and simply splendid. Keith nudged him and motioned with his head, and Lance scrambled up, immediately offering his elbow.Â
âOh, such a gentleman,â you chirped, sliding your hand around his arm. You strode out the door with him, pausing only to make sure Keith locked the house before waving at Keith and Allura as they parted from you. You looked at Lance with a cheerful glow, content as ever as you rested your head on his shoulder. He was tense, you noted; after five years of dating you could see through him clearer than glass. âLance? Is everything alright?âÂ
âY-yeah, yes, yep! Everything is fine!â he squawked, and you pulled back, studying him. His frown lines were prominent and he was biting his tongue between his teeth, causing his lips to puff a little.Â
âAre you sure? Did you not want to go for a walk? We could stay home if you like, I was out with Allura for quite some time,â you mused, turning back to the front door and moving to step forward. Lance balked and lunged for your hand, tugging you back. You spun a little on the pavement, hands pressed to his chest as you squeaked.Â
âNo! No, I want to go with you. Please. Itâs all I could ever want, really; to be by your side,â he struggled out, a deep breath leaving him as he got more comfortable toward the end. Feeling some tension leave his shoulders, you kissed his cheek, sliding your hand into his.Â
âMe too. I missed you today,â you admitted, whole heartedly. The two of you began the short walk to the beach, stray sand crunching beneath your sandals, you gazing at the moon beginning to move into the sky. High tide was coming in. âI love hanging out with everyone but when we get to spend moments like this, together and just the two of us, itâs my own personal kind of peace.âÂ
In that moment, as the two of you hit the sand and he helped you balance as you excitedly tugged off your shoes, he had no doubt in his mind that he wanted to spend forever with you. There was not an ounce of uncertainty in his body; he just hoped you would feel the same.Â
A subtle glance around the beach told him that everyone was in place; Hunk hidden with his camera under a big umbrella, Allura with him. Shiro was a little ways down the beach, indistinguishable to a normal eye but keeping watch and diverting other couples as they walked down the beach. Keith was tucked quietly on a bench by the other entrance, ready to control traffic. And finally, he looked out to the ocean and saw the green motorboat speed by, a vibration in his pocket notifying him that Pidge had completed their mission.Â
He gulped, shoving his nerves down, and took your hand again. âShall we?â
âOf course!âÂ
You talked quietly and calmly the entire trek down the beach, and Lance made noncommittal noises and small comments here and there to simply get you to remain distracted until he found what he was looking for.Â
There, just freshly washed up on the shore. He steered you discreetly until your foot tapped the frosted glass bottle sealed with a cork. His heart rate picked up ten times faster and he hoped you couldnât hear it.Â
âOh, whatâs this?â You hummed, squatting down to grab it. âI wish people wouldnât litter.â
âLooks...looks like a message in a bottle,â Lance struggled out, tongue swelling in his dry mouth. He was surprised he even got the words out.Â
âOr just trash, because people canât pick up after themselves,â you grumbled out, but nevertheless popped the cork and peered inside. Spotting the paper, you shrugged, reaching in to grab it. The paper was dry and crisp, and in your distracted state you didnât notice Lance step away from you. You began to scan to paper, still venting. âHonestly, how hard is it to throw something in the trash? Itâs not like it will...justâŠâ
Your voice faded off, brain registering the words on the paper as you grabbed it with both hands, bottle falling to the sand. It crinkled as you read it once, then again, before spinning and looking for Lance.Â
He was down on one knee behind you, the engagement ring shimmering in the golden hour.Â
Tears sprung to your eyes and you stared at Lance, shock all over your features. He cleared his throat and grinned lopsidedly at you. âStill think itâs trash?âÂ
âHow did you...how! What, huh? Really?â You stammered out, shocked. âMe? You want to marry me?â
âI think the letter said it all, but of course I want to marry you, babe,â he said, sure and steady. âItâs always been you.âÂ
You blubbered out a reply, indistinguishable, looking from the bottle, to Lance, to the ring and then the paper, shocked and awed, puzzle pieces of the day and Lanceâs behavior clicking into place and your mind raced a mile a minute. It was Lance clearing his throat that caught your attention again.Â
âYou know, usually, itâs like a yes or no answer?â Lance asked hopefully, and it was like the rubber band holding you back snapped. You jumped at him, tears spilling over as you blubbered your affirmative into his neck. He wrapped an arm around your shoulders, smile wider than a mile as he pressed a gentle kiss to your temple, urging you back to slip the ring on your finger.Â
âYes, finally I can stop listening to him whine.â
âKeith, be nice!â Â
âI knew you could do it, Lance!âÂ
âIt was all my calculations, you know.â
âNOW KISS!âÂ
Laughing, you swiped at your eyes as Lance picked you up, holding you close, toes barely touching the sand as you looked at all your friends. âYou were all in on this? You sneaks!â
âOf course!â Pidge rolled their eyes, Hunkâs shutter of his camera clicking away. Keith was smug behind Allura, who was crying, and Shiro was cheering from down the beach. âNow kiss! Seal the deal!âÂ
âYou heard the boss,â Lance murmured to you, and you laughed, boisterous and joyful as you placed your hands on either side of his face, the tide coming in around you, the waves cheering for the two of you as you pressed forward, golden hour surrounding you in the most perfect way. Just like you could always count on the tide coming in, you now had one more certainty in your life, and that was Lance.Â
Not an ask but I just really wanted to tell you that I love your writing (especially the characterization) and how deliciously heart breaking the stories can be. That is all have a lovely day.
thank you thank you thank you! I saw you perusing the blog and it made my heart so full! Hope you are safe and healthy and please, stay a while!
This is a drabble for the amazing @aerodynamic-occamy!! Sheâs an absolute gem and I hope you like this, dear. đ Thank you so much for your friendship and support, it means the world. đ„° (Also, I couldnât quite get the fluff in there, but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless.)
A/N: I didnât really define the âheâ in this. Itâs a new style Iâve been exploring because I tend to jump from fandom to fandom so fast that itâs hard for me to choose and focus on one character sometimes lol. Iâm having a good time with it, but Iâd love to hear any feedback you have!
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The room was dark, a chill settled deep in your bones despite the blanket wrapped around your shoulders. A tear traced itâs path down your cheek, quickly followed by another as you struggled to hold yourself together, to keep the perfect outer facade even in your solitude. Biting your lip, you chastised yourself, every fiber of your being screaming at you to get it together. To put that smile back on your face. To say you were fine. To never, ever show anyone anything other than perfection. To never share a negative emotion. You couldnât fall apart. Ever.
Between your stifled sobs you heard a knock at the door. Quickly wiping away any stray tears, you anxiously ran a hand through your hair and hoped your face wasnât too red. You had no clue as to who would be paying you a visit so late at night but your subconscious told you that you had to look presentable no matter who was on the other side of the door. Looking through the peephole did you no good, as the hallway was just as dark as your apartment, so you cautiously cracked the door open.
âHello?â You were proud of the fact that your voice was steady and didnât crack when you spoke. The voice in the back of your mind whispered its praise as you lifted the familiar mask of lies back in its place.
âHey, itâs me.â
You opened the door the rest of the way, shocked to find him on your doorstep.
âWhat are you doing here? At this hour?â You asked, ushering him in. âThis isnât exactly the safest neighborhood.â
âI can take care of myself,â He said, reaching to turn on the lamp in the foyer.
You cringed at the sudden burst of light, crossing your arms to hide your disheveled clothes and hoping to the stars and moon above that it wasnât glaringly obvious that youâd just been in the middle of a breakdown.Â
Pull yourself together, the ever-present voice chided.
âOkay, but why are you here?â You asked again, refusing to drop the initial question.
âYou didnât answer my texts.â He explained, holding up his phone. âI was worried about you.â
Walking over to the kitchen counter you grabbed your phone from where youâd left it after coming home. âI never got anyââ You frowned as you saw the dozen notifications from him glaring up at you.
You turned to him, guilt written on your face. How could you have let that slip by you? You shouldâve been on top of it, you should have noticed. How did you not notice? âIâm so sorry, I donât knowâI didnât evenâIâm sorry.â
Pathetic. Said the voice. You failed a simple task.
âYou donât have to apologize.â He said, tucking his hands in his jacket pockets. âAre you okay?â
âIâm fine.â You said, the answer flying unbidden from your lips. A halfhearted smile came next, the effect not reaching your eyes.
He considered you for a moment, his eyes filled with concern. âNo, youâre not.â
You opened your mouth to protest but no words came to you. Tears brimmed in your eyes, the strain of every forced smile, every lie youâd told threatening to break you right in front of him. A choked sob escaped even as you put your hand up to your mouth to try to cover it.
âIâm sorry,â You whispered, biting your lip to prevent anymore sobs.Â
Weak, hissed the voice in the back of your mind. You think he actually cares? Nobody does.
He stepped forward and wrapped his arms around you, rubbing a comforting hand on your back. You froze, unsure of what to do.
After a moment you rested your head on his shoulder as he spoke softly in your ear, his tone steady and reassuring.
âHey, itâs okay. Let it out. Let it all out. Iâve got you.â
Your resolve finally broke at his words. You let the tears spill down your cheeks, a heart wrenching sob tearing through your chest. It had been so long since youâd let yourself take comfort in another person.
Stop it! The voice screamed. Heâll leave you! You canât trust him! You canâtâ
Shut up. You told the voice. I can trust him. He wonât walk away.
Even as you had the thought, he was leading you to the couch, wrapping a blanket around the two of you, cradling you to him. You felt your heart open a little, felt yourself starting to trust and believe in something that you couldnât see, but could feel. And in that moment, you felt safer than you had in a very long time.
Spectacular; absolutely stunning. I can appreciate the style you have developed and how well it fits into your storytelling.Â
Itâs like you simply reached in and grabbed all my fears and anxieties and splat them onto a page, so well done! Reading this, I see a lot of my own themes that I revisit very often echoed and itâs nice to witness them from another perspective. It was also a punch to the stomach to see my everyday thoughts spayed out onto something of not my own creation.Â
I always think that getting your readers to feel something is the best reaction an author can achieve. You got me, I let out a big âOOOFâ within the first couple of lines because this is a familar situation. Unlike that, though, there was a happy ending.Â
A true pleasure to read and Iâm so glad I requested from you. I canât wait to see how far you go. It was SO nice to have a request instead of writing it. thank you, thank you, thank you, you have my eternal praise and gratitude.Â
Hi anon! Currently I am only taking requests in regards to my Quarantine Mixtape. You can find the details on my blog and go from there. Happy travels!Â
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