Prompt request for Adashi/Shadam? “First we survive this, then you can yell at me.”
Okay! Sorry this took so long, though!
Blaster fire whizzed around Shiro. Pinned down in the ruins of a gas station, he could see that his situation was more precarious than it looked. One wrongly-placed--or correctly-placed, from the Galra sentry perspective--shot could blow the whole thing up with him in it. It might not have been the worst thing he’d ever experienced, but it was up there with his clone body’s harrowing Naxzela escape. And his own escape from Galra custody.
He needed to get out of there and to get back to the Paladins. Fortunately, as if the gods of war had finally decided to bless him, his ex, Adam, provided backup. Adam manned a machine gun reverse-engineered from Galra tech, keeping the Galra sentries at bay with expertly placed shots. But the Galra sentries kept coming.
“WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR!?” Adam yelled over the din of battle. “GET GOING!”
“THEN COVER ME!” Shiro called back.
“WHAT DOES IT LOOK LIKE I’M DOING!?” Adam roared back.
“WAIT TILL WE SURVIVE, THEN YOU CAN YELL AT ME, HONEY!” Shiro answered back.
“I HAVEN’T DECIDED IF I WANT YOU BACK YET!” Adam answered.
“SORRY!”
Adam turned the machine gun on some of the Galra sentries coming right to Shiro. Five went down in an instant, causing them to turn their attention right to him. Tempted to yell at his ex to run, Adam was happy to see that his instincts were still sharp, as Shiro ducked out of the gas station entrance and ran from the scene. Filled with pride, Adam grinned at his ex, briefly considering taking Shiro back, before making his own escape and planned retreat.
Okay, I am in desperate need for some new Patater I have read a bagillion times. Prompt: A & B are watching TV and after a while A closes their eyes. Thinking they are asleep, B starts watching their favorite animated movie from when they were a kid, not knowing that A is wide awake and trying hard not to laugh at how adorable it is that B still like kiddie movies.
thank you so much for this prompt!!! i’m not sure i hit the mark 100% maybe? but i thought it could actually fit in perfectly to a headcanon i posted recently that i was really excited about? so i was so happy to get this and hopefully the tooth-rotting fluff makes up for the slight deviation. i hope that you like this!! ))))) i’m still taking prompts so feel free to send in more! xx
i’ve also added this to my ao3!!!
Most people would say that Kent Parson was shameless, unafraid to tell the world who he was.
But that wasn’t strictly true, because Kent did have his limits.
Most of them just revolved around not appearing like a loser in front of Alexei Mashkov, because he actually really liked him and didn’t want to weird him out only three months into their relationship. The Kent Parson that was displayed to the outside world, the one that Alexei knew best, was very different from the Kent Parson he was in private, and he was terrified by the idea that Alexei might not be interested in him for long. Alexei was leaps and bounds out of his league.
But, Alexei looked sound asleep– curled up a bit to fit his frame on the couch, and head in Kent’s lap– which Kent couldn’t really blame him for. He’d flown in from Providence only this afternoon, and he’d had a game against the Schooners go late, into a shootout, the night before. He looked peaceful and soft, and Kent’s heart hurt for a moment over the sheer amazement that he was the person who got to have these moments from the giant defenseman.
Kent brushed a soft hand through the other man’s hair and grabbed the remote off the side table with the other, looking through Netflix to try and find something new to watch.
They’d spent the evening just like this, watching movies and eating take-out from the new Indian place nearby and sitting close enough at all times to feel the other’s presence, because the last time they’d seen each other was when Kent had been able to sneak away to Phoenix to see the Falcs play the Coyotes a month ago and they’d only gotten two hours actually together, even though it’d been a nice change to watch Alexei skate, live, from the position of a spectator.
Presently, Kent wound up in the children’s movies section, because, without-a-doubt, they were his guilty pleasure. He’d never admit it, outside of not actually complaining when he was helping out with his teammates’ kids and they begged to watch their favorites with him, because otherwise he was sure he’d get chirped to hell and back for it.
He wasn’t sure if Alexei would care that much, but since he was asleep, Kent supposed it didn’t matter, waiting for something to catch his eye.
He found it in An American Tail, something that he’d definitely tortured his mother with as a kid with constant rental from the library and watching it every day they had it. He wasn’t sure the last time he’d seen it; not for years, probably– not since those days.
Kent turned the movie on, and settled more comfortably, absently stroking Alexei’s hair gently every so often, hoping not to wake him up until he was tired enough to go to bed himself, or until the movie was over.
Things were quiet for all of maybe twenty minutes, when a loud sneeze from below him made Kent jump. Kent looked down, and noticed that Alexei was definitely awake now. Well now this was embarrassing. He quickly grabbed for the remote; maybe Alexei was still too asleep to notice Kent was watching a fucking cartoon movie and he could change it to something a little… cooler.
But instead, Alexei put long fingers around Kent’s wrist, and mumbled: “Нет, котёнок, you enjoying, not turn off.”
He sounded oddly awake and Kent frowned. “You’ve been awake this whole damn time, haven’t you?”
Alexei let out laughter, not even having the decency to sound sheepish as he admitted with a “Да.”
“Fuck you,” Kent grumbled, still clutching the remote, still having half a mind to save his dignity a little if he could and change it to– maybe a horror movie, or something, even though he actually kind of hated those.
But Alexei took the remote from his hand, and put it on the coffee table in front of the couch, and his head still in Kent’s lap meant the blonde was pinned where he was and wouldn’t be able to reach it again without pushing Alexei off. And Alexei seemed content to stay where he was, twining his fingers through Kent’s now empty ones, stroking his thumb along the side of Kent’s hand. “What wrong, моя любовь? Not be embarrassed. Tell me about movie? What is? I’m not know this one. Мыши русские?”
“I don’t know what that means,” Kent pointed out. There were small handfuls of Russian Kent could pick out, from Russian teammates throughout his life, and now with the way that Alexei threw Russian into casual conversation– Kent wasn’t sure if it was to prod Kent into learning more or so he could say sappy things that he knew Kent couldn’t understand, because Kent had repeated some of the phrases Alexei muttered to him to the Russian on the Aces and they were usually sugary sweet ridiculous that made Kent want to cry.
“Sorry”– but Alexei didn’t sound very sorry at all– “I’m ask, mice are Russian?” Kent looked down, and saw Alexei’s head turned up to him, a small smile on his face.
“Oh, yeah, they are.” Kent used his free hand to poke Alexei in the ribs. “And they’re Jewish– did you catch that in the beginning? They’re celebrating Hannukah?”
At that, Alexei’s smile spread into a grin. “Нет, I’m not notice that! Movie is American? With Jewish Russian mice! What is this movie?”
“It’s called An American Tail, it’s from the 80s,” Kent explained, and suddenly didn’t feel too embarrassed about being caught watching it because Alexei seemed delighted over this new discovery. “You don’t think it’s stupid?”
Alexei sat up then, surprising Kent like usual with the gracefulness he could have off the ice, with that huge lanky frame, and leaned into Kent’s space. “Think is wonderful, not you should be embarrassed,” he assured. “It’s cute, you enjoy movies from childhood, is sweet. I’m love it. Not think anything about you stupid, котёнок.” Alexei pressed a soft kiss to the corner of Kent’s mouth.
Kent couldn’t hold back a small smile even as his cheeks flushed and he gently shoved at the Russian, muttering: “Stop, you big sap, you’re clearly the embarrassing one.”
But Alexei laughed that bright, deep laugh and just grabbed at Kent, pulling him close. “Not stop, know you love when I’m embarrass you,” he protested, placing more kisses all around the blonde’s face, seemingly anywhere he could reach as Kent squirmed in his grasp, trying to act annoyed despite giggles betraying him.
“No, no, stop! You’re missing the damn movie, you goon! He’s gonna meet Tiger!”
“Who is Tiger?” Alexei asked, settling in and turning back to the screen, throwing an arm around Kent’s shoulder. Kent settled in, too, leaning into Alexei’s side and curling up a bit.
“You’ll find out if you watch the movie,” Kent responded.
“Fair, okay, I’m watch movie now. Shh, no distract,” Alexei teased, placing a last kiss into Kent’s hair and squeezing him gently.
Things were silent between them until the credits were rolling, then Alexei, beaming, exclaimed: “Good movie, Kent! Can’t believe you hide this from me. New favorite, we watch again sometime?”
“Babe, we can watch the other three right now,” Kent explained, exiting from the play screen and back to the menu.
“Is more! Замечательно! Let’s watch, please.”
Kent laughed softly, nodding and clicking play on the next movie in the series.
russian translations:Нет = noкотёнок = kittenДа = yesмоя любовь = my loveМыши русские = are the mice russian? (which alexei translates… but hey)Замечательно = wonderful
sawyer; boxer braids, kanken backpacks filled with books upon books, fingers covered in rings, the first bird of spring, fresh flowers, satin ribbons, washi tape covered notebooks.
One of my head canons about the stan twins is that ford having the top bunk is linked to Stanley's prior fear of heights and you have to wonder if he tried to shield him from his fear whenever out adventuring...
Stan twins head canon: You see how Stanley had the bottom bunk? I wonder if it had any thing due to his fear of heights, with Stanford offering to take it so his brother could save face in front of their tough no-nonsense father?
(( I tried so hard to make this nothing but heartwarming fluff but I failed and idk i hope you enjoy it anyway ))
A boy stood on top of a low mattress, shaking his best friend’s shoulder with all the effort he had. “Come on, Stanley - we’re going to the beach and I can’t go with just me.”
“Nope, I’m asleep.”
Stanley rolled closer to the wall, just in time for a light punch to the shoulder. “No, you’re not, dumbo”. Of course, this was a ritual every weekend - on weekdays, Stanford slept on the top bunk, and on weekends - it was Stanley’s. It was one of the few things both boys agreed to without some kind of argument… but…
Face set, ready to get socked in the face, Ford let out a preparatory sigh, well aware he was asking for trouble. “Aw, c’mon,.. you aren’t scared of the ladder, are you? Is little Stanwey scared??”
His twin shot up, fully awake and energized, “i ain’t scared of nothin’.”
“Then how come you never jump off the bed huh? I never see ya go down it ‘cause you always wait until I’m in the bathroom or somethin.”
Stanford climbed up onto the top bunk to get a good look at his brother’s face. It wasn’t often Stanford got to see The Stanley Pines cower about anything. Blocking out Stanley’s desperate sputtering, Stanford started clucking and flapping his arms.
“Bw-Bw-Guwalllk! Stanley’s a chicken!!” Making circles on his knees, he wasn’t paying attention to his twin, who was trying desperately to avoid being the one closest to the open side of the bed.
“S-stop it, stupid…”
“Then tell me you’re not scared so we can go to the beach and finish the boat!!”
“Stop!!”
Stanford would later tell you that he was young at the time; that he was having too much fun being the brave one; the one who had a physical advantage. He’d never had that, and he let it go too far. For once, it really was his fault..
He’d only seen his brother cry three or four times in his life, but when he shook Stanley’s shoulder. Hard. “Don’t fall, baby!”He pushed too hard, and Stanley started to fall off the bunk-bed; Stanford tried to catch him… he really did. But Stanley was too heavy, and he fell with him.. on him..
They both landed on their backs.
Stanford could feel a bit of an ache on his shoulder, and he thought maybe Stanley had broken something, based on the gasps he was making… but, really - it wasn’t that big a fall!
He jumped to his knees, panicking. “Stan… oh, god. Stan, I’m so sorry!! I…”
The heaves continued, and suddenly he felt even worse about the whole thing. He felt a pang in his chest.
“A-Are you crying, Stan?”
His brother didn’t respond for a long while, finally reaching his hand out so Ford could help him up. “Stanford, don’t… don’t tell- tell him I’m afraid of anything.”
“I won’t tell Dad… C’mon, though… we gotta get the first aid kit so it’ll look like I really messed you up… we’ll put your arm in a sling!”
Stanley was silent, the color starting to return to his face.
“And we can say I beat you up for top bunk supremacy!!!”
Stanley finally smiled, pushing his brother over gently. “Stupid.”
