I was inspired to do the "one word prompt-one sentence fic" thing, but I played fast and loose with the rules, so some of these are two sentences, haha.
I think usually it's 50 words/sentences, but I decided to start with 10 to not overwhelm myself! I hope to add on more to this work eventually though! :D
1. Luminous
Her hair is bright and shiny, her eyes sparkle with inner light. But Ichigo thinks that most luminous of all is her smile.
2. Scorching
The feeling of Ichigo's soul is rough and fierce, like it could burn anything, but it never scorches her. The feeling of Orihime's soul is passionate and warm, as the sun itself, but it never scorches him.
3. Bellowing
He sees her struck down, and he bellows her name in horror, fearing the loss of his heart.
4. Gentle
People say he's a rude punk, that he's violent and crude. But she knows how kind and gentle his heart is.
5. Carefree
Even after all they've been through, Ichigo loves her ability to laugh and to smile and to love as if nothing was ever wrong. He thinks he could live such a carefree way, one day.
6. Cathartic
When they kiss for the first time, it is as if the weight of years of longing disappears in a cathartic explosion.
7. Somberness
Orihime is a happy person, but even she has her sorrows. When her smile fades, he never fails to feel somber himself.
8. Garden
When they move into their first house, she decides to make a garden. One flower for every person they've ever saved. It ends up being a really big garden.
9. Crunch
Her latest culinary work looks disastrous, and when she lists the ingredients, it sounds like the work of madness. Ichigo has learned the difference between madness and genius by now, and bites into it with a loud "crunch".
10. Comfort
Even in the midst of all their troubles, be they supernatural or mundane, deadly serious or minor irritations, they can always find comfort in each other.
What to say except I did not see this one coming? She knocked me off my feet from the first moment and I’ve never gotten up. She’s a real Lena Luthor type. Tough as nails, educated to the teeth, dominating in presence. And I’m lucky enough to be the dorky Kara Danvers dude who gets to kiss her pretty neck and cook her meals and take her on long drives to get milkshakes, and get taken with her to club seats at the women’s soccer games where she gets mouthy at the ref. She has a beautiful white wolfy-looking dog and makes everyone intimidated as hell but gives me her soft smile when I do little things for her. She’s a real one and real good gal, all in one. The type to make everything in you sit up and say Yes Ma’am, I’m Right Here, I Been Waiting. She makes me want to be everything I know I am, and I want to do the same for her.
I’m really really fucking happy guys. That’s it. That’s the gist of the post.
Peter's not sure what causes it. Maybe it’s some sort of arc reactor related damage thing that can’t be fixed. Maybe it’s stress, because it does seem worse when Tony’s having a few bad days in a row. He knows it’s not weather related; that’s the first thing he managed to eliminate.
For all Peter knows, maybe it's just how Tony has always been. “Yeah,” Rhodey says when Peter finally remembers to ask, “Tony’s always had the coldest hands. Even back in college. He used to make me practically shriek sticking them on my neck.”
He grins. “Or elsewhere,” and Peter laughs. Yeah, he knows about elsewhere. “It’s nice in the summer though,” Rhodey says.
Hopefully, Peter will find out.
Tony insists it's not him. Is absolutely adamant that Peter just runs too hot, and that's the real reason everything feels cooler to him. Which is ridiculous because if anything, Peter’s always cold. He may not seem it, but he’s not wearing four layers everyday just to hide the webshooters.
Regardless of the reason, the fact is that Tony's hands—and feet and nose and sometimes it seems like nearly everything—are so cold. Ice cold. Have-been-holding-onto-an-icy-soda-can-cold. Every time he touches Peter, there's a little shiver that Peter can't repress. And if he doesn't know Tony is there, or that he's about to stick his ridiculously cold fingers up under Peter's shirt, it's going to get a much bigger shiver and possibly a squeak. It's not a yelp, okay? It's just a squeak. Because he's startled.
"It's cute when you do that," Tony says, pressing forward all along Peter's back, his horrible frigid hands sliding around to Peter's stomach. Dipping a little lower, even.
"Do what," Peter manages, trying not to get completely distracted.
"Make that noise," Tony says. "Like a little squeaky toy," and Peter blushes. So maybe he makes that noise other times as well, what of it.
"I don't know what you're talking about," he says, because if Tony's taught him one thing, it's to deny to the very end.
"Mmm," and then there's a little point of cold against the back of Peter's neck, like a freaking ice cube. "That noise," Tony says, his lips brushing Peter's skin.
"How is your nose so cold?" Peter hisses. "I mean, it's not even cold in here! You've been working! Why!"
"Whine whine whine," Tony says. Kisses the spot his nose was a second ago, and then a little lower. Peter tilts his head to the side, because Tony's lips are warm. His mouth is warm when he presses it to Peter's skin, even hot when he bites at Peter's shoulder over his shirt, teasing. "Do I need to make it up to you?"
"I mean, I'm not going to say no," but the truth of it is— of course Tony doesn't have to. Of course Peter is perfectly happy to warm Tony up in any way he can, and always will be. He catches Tony's hands and helps slide them down even lower, under the waistband of his pants. "I know you'll come up with something good," he tells Tony.
“I always have excellent ideas,” Tony says and— Peter’s not going to even comment. He doesn’t have to; he can already hear Rhodey’s response in his head.
Rhodey, on the other hand, is like a furnace.
It’s amazing. Ten minutes curled up with him and Peter feels like he’s boneless, completely melted and useless for anything. And finally warm. He wiggles a little closer to Rhodey and sighs. “You’re so warm.”
“You won’t be so glad of that in the summer,” Tony mutters; Peter reaches across Rhodey’s chest and bats at him.
“Shut up,” Peter says. “It’s not like you’re off on your own instead of trying to hog him.”
“Well it’s not summer now.”
“You know,” Rhodey says, “you don’t have to act like you’re Peter’s age. And some of us are trying to sleep.”
Tony’s head pops up. “Who?” he says, and Peter snorts.
He feels Rhodey’s sigh as much as he hears it. “Apparently not me,” he says.
“Looks like not me either.”
“Come on, honeybear,” Tony says. Slants a glance at Peter, just sly enough that Peter knows he’s going to like whatever Tony’s planning. “You don’t want to sleep.” He kisses Rhodey’s arm; bites it lightly a second later. “Do you?”
“Yeah,” Peter says, turning his head enough for his lips to brush Rhodey’s ear instead of his neck. “Do you?”
Rhodey growls and rolls over onto him and it looks like the answer is no, he definitely does not want to sleep.
And they don’t sleep. For a good long while.
Tony still slips away when he thinks they’re asleep, after. Peter’s not, but he doesn’t say anything. Tony was obviously still too jittery to sleep, and forcing him to lie there longer is just mean. He’s hoping they’ll manage to break Tony out of this habit sooner rather than later though; the two of them know Tony too well to get upset if he goes off to work instead of staying. He doesn’t have to keep hiding it.
Someday.
Later, when Tony comes back to bed and he's chilled all over, frozen toes nearly leaving frostbite on Peter's skin, Peter will squeak, and he'll whine, and he'll latch onto Tony and not give him a chance to put any space between them. Not until Rhodey’s woken up too and they’ve managed to get Tony between them, trapped and helpless and all warmed up, toasty enough he’s halfheartedly trying to get free.
Very halfheartedly. More griping than anything, really; it’s kind of cute, but Peter knows Tony won’t appreciate it. Not like Rhodey would. But Tony won’t put up a fight; he’s been too cold, too much.
Prompt 25: When you love someone, you don’t just stop. Ever. Even when people roll their eyes or call you crazy… even then. Especially then!”
“Maggie, please! I need your help!” Mulder pleaded with his mother- in-law.
“I need to see her, please just let me in”
“She’s not here Fox,” Maggie’s heart was breaking for him, this man who wormed his way into her heart
“Then, where is she?” he choked out, knowing that Scully had nowhere else to go for solace but her mother’s
“She just needs some time Fox,” Maggie stood her ground but couldn’t hide her sniffle as tears stung her nose.
“Can you give her a message for me?” Mulder sighed and at Maggie’s nod he went on.
“Tell her…. When you love someone, you don’t just stop. Ever. Even when people roll their eyes or call you crazy… even then. Especially then!” he shouted the last. ‘Did he hear a whimper? Or did his hope imagine it?’
Taking a chance, he leaned in passed Maggie and shouted through the house “Scully! I love you!”
“And I will do anything it takes to get you to come home”
“Oh Mulder….” He heard her whimper where she was hiding behind the door….
Alright, what was the final thing that convinced you to get with that *very* handsome elf? :D
"I......would not call it....'getting together,' but-- I suppose I started tolerating the elf after I realized we shared similar...interests. He loves to teach and expand his own knowledge through such teachings. He...is not afraid to explore that which is new or different. He views the entire world in this way and it's...remarkably freeing. Refreshing to share a passion for learning, alongside someone who's desire for such things matches my own."
"He-- Does not fear or condemn Dark Magic, but welcomes it. Treats it as the extended form it is. Even despite it's...unfavorable practices. And in welcoming such things so openly, he, in turn...welcomed me."
"The elf has taught me many things. He has pushed me to pursue my full potential and encouraged me to continue doing so. Without hesitation. Without any doubts. He-- sees something in me that I do not see in myself and that...means a great deal to me."
"Aaravos is unlike any other I've met before. Perhaps it was this fact that...truly drew me to him."
Rules: Pick a song that describes or embodies your blog’s main couple (or just one of your couples you like!) And then tag 5 people to do the same. If you want, you can write a little description about why you think that song fits your oc couple/why you picked it (totally optional)
This one was tough because I have a two couples that I absolutely love but coming from my main blog? It has to be Trinity and Abel and finding a song that represents them was hard. Just imagine he’s saying Trinity.
Josephine by RITUAL
I knew I had tasted love
The first sip always makes you choke
Sweetest sound I ever spoke
So bitter and so beautiful
Josephine
I'll never be good enough
I want to be
Let me try it once more
Then, Josephine
Let me get close enough to hold you, babe
And we can dance a little more
Yeah, we can dance a little more
Every thread of ours connect
From the city to the wilderness
And you're on repeat inside my head
And you're indelible I can't forget
Josephine
I'll never be good enough
I want to be
Let me try it once more
Then, Josephine
Let me get close enough to hold you, babe
And we can dance a little more
Yeah, we can dance a little more
Josephine
I'll never be good enough
I want to be
Just let me try it once more
Then, Josephine
Let me get close enough to hold you, babe
And we can dance a little more (Josephine we can dance)
Yeah, we can dance a little more
We can dance a little more (Josephine we can dance)
Yeah, we can dance a little more
We can dance a little more (Josephine we can dance)
Yeah, we can dance a little more
@chocolatedippedsimmer @nicesimmer11 @moonbobs @minntycream-sims @hellosimmerhere if any of you have been previously nominated I apologize!!
