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DannyMay 2023. Day Fifteen
"Full HAZMAT AU"
Ao3
Danny’s ghost sense went off and he smoothly left the gaggle of teens milling down the hallway.
He pulled on his sweater’s hood, hiding his eyes, and with less effort than the last time, he managed a partial transformation, materializing his white goggles over his now green eyes.
He blinked, with intent, and the settings changed to the ecto-spectrum, something he was sure his parents’ goggles didn’t have, something that was purely Danny’s, and no one else’s.
#Danny Phantom#Danny Fenton#DannyMay 2023#DannyMay2023#dannymay#day fifteen#full hazmat au#microfic#ghostly-scrypts
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so i made my parents watch falsettos and here's the top three things they said:
trina's song was a favourite
jason was extremely impressive
sad (i actually think my dad cried?? such a rarity)
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Day Fifteen - Blooming
My blog overall is 18+ MDNI
Word Count: 665
Warnings: Pero being soft (Pedro characters are soft in the month of March), salad and bread jokes, maybe innuendo
Notes: I had to write about Pero in a bath for @yourcoolauntie @tinytinymenace @avastrasposts @linzels-blog and @morallyinept because we’re in the Pero pit together. 💕 Especially after being inspired by @iamskyereads beautiful series. 🤗
Main Masterlist / March Spring Prompts 2024 / Writing Challenge
Away from his amor (love), Pero contemplates many things. He is gone from home earning coin to take back home. It’s something he’s done since he was able to hold a sword without falling under its weight. Sacrificing his body most often, on occasion his mind with what he’s asked to do to people and for those who pay him.
Now that he has an anchor, someone to bring his coins back to, he no longer frequents the brothels he used to, he instead has found a different indulgence. Something that not even his vida (life) knows about. No, maybe you do a little, especially when he came home the last time and he asked you to add different salts and oils to his first bath at home. A special one to not only welcome him home but to soak away the road. Your eyes had questions that you didn’t ask, setting up the bath for your husband who’d been away.
Pero has asked the bath girl to leave him the soap, oils and such after the first time he took such a bath and after washing himself, pleased with how he smelled, he slipped off the bed after sitting down to finish drying. Never again would he let someone else save for you mix his bath.
Months came and went, he arrived home and stopped into the blacksmith’s to check on an order he’d put a down payment on. The blacksmith had nerve to act like he didn’t know what the mercenary spoke of. Pero reminded the blacksmith of not only who he was but that the artisan’s wife had been seen with the baker putting some olive oil on his baguette and he might want to finish orders timely so she has a reason to stay home.
Pero was able to finally get his order. He’s carrying it home with his well earned coin to you. He sets it out back and spies you collecting laundry from the clothesline. His hands wrap around your waist as he coos in your ear, “Buenos tardes mi vida (good afternoon my life). You look even more beautiful than last time.” Your body had stiffened at first touch, but relaxed when you heard his voice.
“Bienvenido! Estuvo fuera mucho tiempo, mi esposo (Welcome, You’ve been away for too long my husband).” Your hand reached over your shoulder and ran through his matted hair, his lips gracing your neck with their warmth. “I shall ready your bath. Remove your armor and wait inside, I’ll fix you something to eat before I start.” Pero mumbles in agreement but spins you around to face the large steel tub he’s brought home.
“We’ll eat together cariño (dear), then bathe together. I’d rather be skin to skin with you the entire afternoon and evening. Also the sunrise too.” Your head spins at the thought, the both of you would be freezing should that happen. You appreciate what he means as it’s the same thing you want now that he’s home and will be for the next while.
“I’ll have the bath smell like the field of wildflowers we said our vows in with the priest from two villages over. Plus the salts for your joints, you don’t have any do you?” Ever concerned since the one time Pero had gotten in and hissed from salt getting in a scrape he had on his thigh, you’d been cautious about putting more of the salts in his bath.
“No, none this time. Whatever you want to put in the bath is fine as long as you’re in there with me querida (sweetheart).” He grinned while releasing you and picking up two pails to help you fill and heat the water needed for the bath. It would take longer than usual and Tovar didn’t hear one complaint from you, in fact you sounded excited. He wouldn’t use the word even upon threat of death, but his love for you blooms anew every time he returns home.
#pedro pascal characters#fanfiction#pedro pascal#pedro pascal fanfiction#pero tovar#a nerdie fic#March spring prompts#day fifteen#blooming#the great wall#bathtub#bath#Pero in the bath
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Dragon Elves Day 15: Worm
Time for Wormy the Worm!
#ink#art#sketch#illustration#dragon elves#oc#original artwork#original character#october#october prompt#prompt#day 15#day fifteen#worm
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Hello there! You have a very cute blog! :o May I ask what your favorite flower is? :]
- @dreadedender
Day fifteen
S)(ello to you! T)(ank you ferry muc)( I appre-sea-ate it. 38D
T)(oug)( not actually a flower, sea anemones are often referred to as t)(e flowers of t)(e ocean! I t)(ink t)(ey're ferry pretty.
#feferi daily#day fifteen#feferi#feferi fanart#feferi peixes#homestuck#homestuck feferi#homestuck fanart#feferi peixes fanart#hs fanart
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GIVE IT UP FOR DAY FIFTEEN
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Day Fifteen of Cillian v Joel: Smiles
Here we go! It is the final day and what a fitting category. I am sad we have reached the end, but what a ride it has been! ❤️
Day Fifteen of Cillian v Joel: Smiles
I am so sad to see it be over! This has been so much fun! But as they say, all good things must come to an end. And at least we have a whole lot of amazing images to look back on 😉
@green-socks We call on you for one last judgment. Good luck! 👩⚖️
#day fifteen#cillian murphy#vs#joel kinnaman#cillian v joel#stephen holder#ed baldwin#rick flag#tommy shelby#neil lewis#jackson rippner
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standing up for them
mushy may ; day fifteen !! (approx. 1.3k words)
read under the cut or on ao3 :)
(this is set in the same coffee shop au as my day seven and features they/he rain ! a mini warning for an asshole customer who isn't too keen on the fact that rain uses they/them)
“Coffee. Takeaway. Now.”
Jesus Christ. Rain is already fighting the urge to roll their eyes at the customer who hasn’t even bothered to take his eyes off of the phone screen in front of him as he barks his order at them. It’s barely midmorning, but it’s already been a day, and the last thing Rain needs right now is some asshole coming in and making it any worse, but they have a sinking feeling that’s the way this interaction is going to go.
“A coffee? Sure! What kind of coffee were you after today?” Rain’s voice is false, overly cheerful. It’s a tone of voice he reserves for only the dickiest of customers—the ones he knows he has to be nice to or he’ll get a verbal beating. As he speaks, he feels the weight of Swiss’ gaze on him from his partner’s seat at the barstools across the café; clearly he’s recognised their tone and is keeping an eye out in case this customer proves to be as dickheaded as Rain thinks he’ll be.
“Medium latte.” The guy still hasn’t looked up from his phone.
“Oh, I’m so sorry,” Rain begins, anxiously taking note of the way the customer freezes and stops typing in his phone as they speak. “We don’t keep any medium coffee cups in stock. We only serve our coffees in small and large sizes.”
The man looks at Rain with the most condescending, pissed off expression they’ve ever seen from a customer, and it has them shrinking back behind the counter nervously.
“What do you mean you don’t have medium coffee cups?” he scoffs. “That’s the dumbest lie I’ve ever heard. I bet you’re lying because you forgot to order them in, didn’t you, and now you’re trying to cover your own stupid mistake by lying. Well, guess what? I’m not buying it.”
Normally, this is something Rain can brush off. After all, it’s not like he’ll ever see this customer in the shop again, especially not with the attitude the man is displaying. But Rain didn’t sleep well last night, and he’s already fucked up so many coffee orders in his sleep deprived haze; he’s barely had a chance to speak with Swiss all day, save for their quick interaction when Rain gave him his “coffee” (hot chocolate; it’s always a hot chocolate, no matter what Swiss asks for when he orders ) and muffin; and Dew’s been texting Mountain all fucking day, which really is not helping Rain’s feelings of loneliness. It’s been little things. They’re all only little things, tiny things, even, but they’ve been slowly stacking up all day, and now Rain wants nothing more than to crawl to the back room and curl up into a little ball until Dew inevitably gives Swiss permission to come through to the back and hold them until they calm down. So, while this asshole is something Rain would normally brush off and be unaffected by, today, they just can’t.
“N– no, I’m not lying. We only stock smalls and larges. Which would you prefer?” He ignores the tremble in his own voice. If they think about it too much the tremor will get worse and they’ll start tearing up, and then the customer will have something else to ridicule them for.
“I’d prefer a fucking medium.” He’s leaning over the counter now, getting all up in Rain’s face, and they can’t focus on anything except the way he seems to be getting closer and closer with every second that passes.
“I– I told you, I can’t give you a medium. We– we don’t have any, I’m sorry.”
“You should be sorry!” The man as good as spits in their face as he speaks, leaning even further over the counter and towering over Rain. “All I want is a coffee, it’s not that fucking difficult!”
“Hey!” Rain jerks his head up at the sound of his partner’s voice, seeing Swiss getting up from his chair and walking over to the counter. He entwines ones of Rain’s hands with his, stroking his thumb over the back of their hand. It’s grounding. Comforting. “Leave them alone!”
The customer starts laughing cruelly. “Them? Oh, this is too good. Not only are you shit at your job, you’re a fucking snowflake too! God, that’s pathetic.”
The last sentence was meant probably more for himself than for Rain or Swiss to hear, but Rain sucks in a sharp breath, a whimper slipping past their lips as they do their best to stop the tears from falling.
Swiss turns from where he’d been resting a comforting hand on Rain’s cheek, swiping at the tears under their eyes. “Get out.” Swiss’ voice is deathly quiet, and Rain catches a glimpse of the look in his eyes before he turns away; it’s predatory. “Get the fuck out.”
“You don’t work here, you can’t tell me what to do!”
“No, he can’t” Dewdrop agrees. Where did he come from? Has he been here the whole time? “But I can. Get out. Now.”
“You– you can’t be serious,” the man splutters, and Rain’s afraid Dewdrop is going to start accosting him with his tea towel if he doesn’t get a move on. “You can’t kick me out!”
“I can and I am,” Dewdrop assures him, his tone sickly sweet. “Now, shift it, asshole.” He ushers the man out of the door with the help of Swiss and a few kind customers, and Rain pretends not to notice the way Swiss tries to spit on the man as he leaves.
They lean against the counter, head down, breathing heavily. This whole thing has phased them more than they’d like to admit, but the day has barely started, and they still have hours and hours left of their shift. They allow one more deep, shuddering breath to pass their lips before Rain forces themselves to lift their head and wipe at the tears gathered in the corner of their eyes, putting on a falsely bright smile as they busy themselves with the order dockets that have begun piling up in front of them. They don’t even notice Swiss and Dewdrop approaching them until Swiss clears his throat softly.
“Rainy?” They turn their head in the direction of Swiss’ voice, and their false smile turns into a softer one as they take in the concern and adoration in Swiss’ eyes as he looks at them. “Are you… okay?”
“Y– yeah. Yeah, I’m fine.” Dewdrop looks at them pointedly with a look that says yeah, I don’t fucking think so. Rain sighs, giving Dewdrop a affection-filled dickheaded look right back. “I– I fucking hate that customer,” they laugh weakly.
“C’mere, baby.” Rain rounds the counter as Swiss holds his arms out and they collapse into him gratefully. Swiss holds them tight, pressing kisses and murmuring soft words into their hair as he rocks them side to side in the hug. The movement is strange, but somehow, it’s comforting, and Rain call already feel their breaths evening out properly.
They hold their arm out to a lonely looking Dewdrop, gesturing for him to join them. When he shakes his head, Rain scoffs. “Come join us, you idiot.”
Dewdrop rolls his eyes but it takes no more convincing to get him to join the hug, wrapping his arms around Rain from the back, and nuzzling his face against Rain’s shoulder comfortingly. “If that guy ever comes in here again, I’ll fucking kill him.” Dewdrop’s voice buzzes against Rain’s skin and they can’t help but laugh softly at Dewdrop’s determination—although their laugh comes out as more of a wet sniffle, if they’re being honest with themselves.
“Let’s– let’s not kill anyone for a bit, please?” Rain interjects when Swiss begins to agree with Dewdrop; they can already sense the murder plans being drafted in their heads. “Just hold me for a bit, okay?”
“Sure thing, bud.”
“You got it, baby.”
#mushy may#day fifteen#husband ficlets#another one !!! on the same day !!! aahhh !!!#this silly au is my sandbox and the characters are my little toys that i'm pushing around with no real purpose i love it so much skjhsd#rain ghoul#swiss ghoul#dewdrop ghoul#rulti#swissraindrop#is vaguely implied#mostly in my head but it's implied i swear#nameless ghouls#the band ghost
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March Prompts Day Fifteen Celebrate
Every wonderful thing
We celebrate here
Every birth
Birthday
Wedding
Graduation
New job
New home
All that makes our hearts pound
And joy to bubble up
All that
Is nothing
Compared to the
Celebration
Of being in the presence of our
Lord
Our Savior
Our God.
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memories
memories like small
forgotten pieces of sun
shining under skin.
nosebleedclub’s february prompt no. 15 — memory of the cliffs.
#nosebleedclub#february prompt challenge#day fifteen#haiku#trying something new#daily practice#drafts#writing#warm up
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Angstpril Day 15
Confrontation
Spoiler: This is an excerpt from an unnamed fanfic
He ignites his lightsaber, trying to use the minimal light it provides to see something. He can’t really tell what this facility is supposed to be used for, but it’s huge and there’s many places someone could conceal themselves. “Fives? Fives, we’re here,” he calls as he moves deeper into the building, with Rex right beside him, “Come on out, we just want to talk to you.”
It feels wrong to have to brace for an attack from Fives of all people, but he can’t forget the moment Tup shot down that Jedi Master for no apparent reason, and he knows he needs to be on edge.
“General Skywalker?” a familiar voice finally asks. It hurts to hear him again, after everything that’s been happening. “Thank you for trusting me. have you come without troops?”
It makes him even more grateful that he listened to Fives’ request, even if he’s still wary. “We have.”
“Put down your weapons, then.”
That’s what makes him tense up a little. It’s maybe understandable regardless that he’d be wary, but if he was in his right mind, he would know that Anakin and Rex would never hurt him. “I don’t think so,” he objects.
He can’t tell where Fives’ voice is coming from. It keeps shifting, moving. He’s trying to stay out of their sight. “Please, sir. I’m unarmed.” He sounds desperate, and it hurts to hear him like that. He’s never heard Fives sounding like that before.
…Fine.
Anakin deactivates his lightsaber, slowly setting it down, nodding for Rex to do the same with his blasters.
“What are we here for, Fives?” Anakin asks, trying to follow where he’s pretty sure Fives is.
“I need your help.” He’s moving again, trying to stay out of sight.
“I know you do. We know you are not… well. It’s been a rough couple of days for you.”
“I’m not crazy!” he yells, “Please just… hear what I have to say.” He’s breathing hard and something’s definitely wrong with him. Anakin can feel his panic but beyond that, his mind feels muddled. It wasn’t like that before, even if he can’t say what’s wrong with it.
“We’re here to help you, Fives,” Anakin says, following where he can senses him, “Just come with us. Let us take you back to the Temple – ”
“No!” Fives yells back.
He senses the slightest flux of something a second too late, right before a ray shield drops around him and Rex.
Anakin jerks back, instinctively looking for a way out, but there’s nothing. Except for Fives letting them out.
This is… not good, not when his mental state doesn’t seem to be good. And he’s more than a little annoyed that Fives intentionally lured them right here just to trap them because there’s no way it wasn’t intentional, even if he’s mostly just worried.
#star wars#star wars fanfiction#fanfiction#angnstpril#angstpril 2024#angstpril day fifteen#angstipril day 15#day 15#day fifteen#anakin skywalker#anakin#fives#anakin and fives#captain rex#rex#angst#friendship#family
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Fluffbruary - Day 15 (radio)
Fifteen day of @fluffbruary, using the prompt "radio"
Read on AO3
French version
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"He told me he was back and I should stop complaining." Says the voice on the phone. In the studio, everyone makes a face.
"He cheated on you for two years without an ounce of remorse, he's someone who won't change for love. And I doubt there's any love there. You have to leave him, he already destroyed your trust in him, you will destroy yourself if you stay with him."
Everyone nodded, but the young woman on the other end of the line said nothing.
"The question you have to ask yourself is: 'What do I want to build with this person? Ask yourself if you see yourself with him in several years."
Still nothing, John signalled to the control room if the call was disconnected. They signalled that it was not.
"Leila? Are you still there?" It was a fake name, she wanted to keep her identity anonymous so they had agreed on a name at the beginning of the call.
"Yes... I'm here, it's just that- I love him, but he hurt me so much I could never forgive him." She's on the verge of tears, her voice trembling. "I don't want to see him anymore, but part of me wants to believe, to hold on to it."
"I can't give you a magic solution, I can only help you with your choice." Reminds John.
"Remember the questions you can ask yourself. It can help you a lot." Brings up Mike.
"I know it sounds silly, but talk to your close friends. If they really care about you, they'll tell you what they really think. And they know you and your boyfriend better than we do. Having an outside perspective can only help. Sometimes you just have to take a step back from the situation."
"Yeah, I'll do that. I've got my best friend who won't hesitate to tell me what she'd do in my place."
"Perfect! I'm sorry but we'll have to leave, our time is up. It's been a pleasure Leila, I hope everything works out for you."
"Thank you so much, John. That really helped me. Good luck with the rest."
The control room signals that the call is definitely cut off, and that he should finish the show.
"Ladies, gentlemen and others, this is unfortunately the end of our show. Sorry for all the people waiting for us to take your call. But remember that our advice doesn't just apply to one person. You can apply it to your situation to help you move forward. And if you have any feedback, other tips for us or to help our callers, please feel free to put it on our website doctoroftheheart/kingscollege.com."
The "on air" light went out and John sighed with relief. Finally finished.
He joined the university radio station three months ago. It's entirely student-run. Mike told him about it when he complained that he wanted to play rugby but it was too time-consuming, so he offered to join the team and do a show once a week. This gives John time for his medical classes, and every Wednesday night for three hours he gets out of his shabby flat to think about other things and help people with their heart problems with Mike. They call the show " Doctor of the Heart".
"The ratings are up again from last week. Looks like your show is doing well, John." Comes a deep voice behind him. John jumped, not having seen the man coming up behind him.
"Sherlock, you scared me."
What he hadn't thought about when he joined the radio was that he might find the most handsome and intelligent man he'd ever met. Sherlock has had an effect on him since he arrived and if he thought it would pass with time, he was wrong and feels like he's falling for the man with the impeccable suit and the unbeatable brain a little more each week
"Must be the experience." Mike replied to Sherlock's remark.
He was known to be in one relationship after another, and when he saw Sherlock look up at the mention of his former partners, he never regretted it more.
"We're going for a drink, do you want to come with us?" Molly asks. She's in charge of programming and despite her shyness, everyone respects her ideas and requests. Everyone loves her, especially Greg, the one in charge of the budget.
"Good idea!" John said.
Mike nodded too and against all odds, so did Sherlock. He's known to be anti-social and grouchy. Not that John doesn't like him coming with them.
They leave the building where the radio station is located, and head for the nearest bar. It's eight o'clock at night, the young people are just starting their parties, and if John didn't have an exam the next morning, he would have stayed until late.
Instead he just drinks a pint of beer, talking with the others about future projects, organisation, but also about college, courses, the most boring teachers, and their love life. Young people's topics.
"And that's how Sherlock managed to make the toughest teacher in the whole college cry. I thought everyone was going to applaud him. Sherlock did the impossible." Laughs Molly. Everyone is almost folded in half, Sherlock with a proud sneer.
"He wanted to know what I thought. He never made it clear he was talking about the course, not his dead dog." Explained Sherlock.
The laughter resumed around the table.
"Oh my God, you're my hero." Said John between laughs. Not everyone missed Sherlock's blush, except John.
The conversations continue throughout the evening, until one by one they go home as the clock ticks down, so that John ends up alone with Sherlock and Mike. The latter is his roommate, and seeing his friend's slightly drunken state, John thinks it's wiser to go home with him. He's never held his liquor, which makes John smile but also sigh as he remembers that he's the one who'll have to drag him to bed.
"Joooooohn. You know you're the best mate ever." Says Mike as John pulls him out of his seat and off the bar. John laughs while trying to keep his friend upright.
"You tell me that every time you have more than three drinks."
"Need any help?"
John turned to Sherlock. He accepted without thinking. A little help wouldn't hurt him. John put an arm around his shoulders and Sherlock, because of his height, took Mike over his arm and together they managed to get him out of the bar, towards their flat. Thank God they are only a five minute walk away.
"John is the best thing that could happen to you." Mike said to Sherlock.
John rolled his eyes but couldn't stop his blush. When he attempts a look at Sherlock, he seems captivated by what Mike is saying.
"He's a good friend. He'll do anything to help you. And he's handsome too." Mike finishes with a wink. Sherlock smiled, amused.
"He seems to like you."
"Whenever he drinks a little too much, he likes to say that everyone is great. You shouldn't listen to him, the alcohol exaggerates everything he says."
"I don't think he's wrong." Says Sherlock while looking him up and down suggestively. John is speechless. Is he hitting on him? John hopes with all his heart that he is. He loves his friend Mike, but what he would give not to have him between them right now.
The road continued like this, Mike talking about his great friends, especially John. Sherlock listens to everything he says, and smiles when Mike compliments the future doctor.
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"His room is on the right."
Sherlock let go of Mike and went to open the door, John following behind with the weight his friend has become. He set him down -threw him down to be honest- on the bed and stretched his tired muscles before starting to prepare his friend for the night. If he didn't do it now, he would fall asleep and it would be impossible to wake him up.
"Help me take off his shoes." John asks Sherlock.
Sherlock did so and soon Mike was rid of his shoes, John taking off his shirt while the dark-haired man removed his coat. Mike didn't move, half asleep, muttering into his beard. Without telling him, Sherlock searched and quickly found his pyjamas and handed them to John. The latter thanked him, still as surprised as ever to be beaten to his every word and gesture.
It was too cold in the flat to leave him in just his boxers so John put the T-shirt on him, and started to take off his trousers when Mike stood up suddenly to the surprise of the other two men. "You should do that with Sh'rlock." He said with a wink. John blushed and didn't dare look at Sherlock. Instead, he continued to remove his friend's trousers and finally slipped him under the sheets.
He walked out of the room, Sherlock at his heels.
"Sorry about..." He said with a wave of his hand towards Mike's room.
Sherlock shrugged his shoulders. "That was fun to see." He said with an amused look.
John offered him something to drink but Sherlock refused, saying he had to go home. Something to do with his brother apparently. John was disappointed, this is one of the few times he is finally alone with him. He accompanies him down the block. He's a gentleman after all.
"Thanks for the help, I don't know how I would have done it without you." Says John once he gets to the bottom of the building.
"It was a pleasure." Sherlock looked him straight in the eye, a slight smile on his lips. The streetlights lit up his face, making it soft but as if untouchable.
When John thought he was going to turn to leave, he caught him walking towards him. He kissed him gently on the cheek before pulling away to give him a seductive smile. "Good night, John." He said in his deep voice before abandoning him outside the building.
John watched him go, his mouth hanging open, the feel of his lips on his cheek. When he saw Sherlock turn the corner, disappearing from his field of vision, he woke up from his trance and started to run after him. He caught up quickly, tugging on his arm to get his attention.
"You could do it properly next time." He said before pulling him towards him to kiss him.
He felt Sherlock tense in surprise before relaxing, his hands settling in the hollow of his back to pull him closer. John framed his face, diving even deeper into the kiss. He's kissed dozens of people, but never with such intensity, a shiver running through his body as their lips move together.
They are breathless when they part, not letting go of each other.
"I'll try to remember that next time." Sherlock finally says. Still dazed from the kiss, it took John a while to figure out what he was referring to. They laughed stupidly. "I'll have that last drink after all."
John could only smile and pull him by the hand towards the flat.
Everyone applauded them when they returned hand in hand the following week to John's radio show.
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Day Fifteen
It's Homecoming Week, today's spirit day theme was movies/television, and it was delightful.
I went to work dressed as Barbie: pink floral dress, pink cardigan, heels, high ponytail, glittery pink makeup. The joke among my colleagues was that I just looked like myself since I'm tall, blonde, and preppy already, but the students loved my look, so that's a win.
Barbie was a popular choice for students and staff alike, so we were recreating the "Hi Barbie!" scene throughout the halls all day long. A bunch of the seniors were Minions, a bunch of the sophomores were Smurfs, and there were many Marvel superheroes, Hogwarts students, Jedi knights, Disney princesses, etc... scattered throughout all four grades.
It was fun.
The Minions in my APGOV class read about and discussed the FSP and its impact of state politics. That's the last lesson on state and local government, so that's a wrap on this unit. To prepare for the next one- the first real AP one- they're reading the Articles of Confederation for homework.
Meantime, my Global Studies students continued the research about North Korea they'd started on Friday. I also had a lot of great conversations with students about what they were learning, and that's really cool. There were a few who tried to blow it off (being on computers means a lot of distractions) by telling me they'd finished everything over the weekend. They assumed I wouldn't actually check their work to see that it was done. Whoops. But they learned, and for the most part, and they got to work without me needing to nudge them too much.
We'll go over the assignment tomorrow, and- hopefully- put together a solid explanation for what's been happening in North Korea and why. Stay tuned!
#teaching#teachblr#teacher#edublr#education#high school#social studies#see the whole board#homecoming#spirit week#so much fun#day fifteen#conversations about current events
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Day Fifteen – “Sharing a Bed”
character: Mercedes ‘Jonrón’ Martin | 838 words | Angst + Fluff |
summary: ya’ll thought sharing a bed would be fluff but we’re getting the angst train today >:) after the death of her brother gerardo, jonrón needs comfort and someone to hold her. of course, you’re more than willing to be there for her and do everything you can to comfort her. *warnings: its an angsty one*
notes: HALF WAY THERE! i genuinely didn’t think i’d make it past day one and yet here i am. also yes i missed a day (so there will be two today) but i didn’t have the energy to write this yesterday. i still don’t like how it turned out but hey we win some and lose some.
“Hey there, it’s just me.”
Jonrón made a disgruntled noise like she had just woken up, but you knew as well as anyone that she hadn’t slept in days. Her head rises from the pillows, eyes bloodshot and puffy from crying as she meets your eyes and collapses back into the pile of messy bedding.
You gently sit on the side of the bed, placing a bowl of warm vegetable soup down onto the bedside table for her to eat when she’s ready.
“Brought you something to eat, I made sure it’s all vegetables and vegan friendly,” Your failed attempt at humour doesn’t reach her, but you do get a small albeit weak smile when you gently run your fingers through her hair and tuck it back behind her ear. “Just wanna make sure you’re okay.”
In a matter of days everything had turned to shit.
What was supposed to be a reckless hit on a checkpoint quickly turned into a nightmare once Jonrón and Gerardo had gotten captured. Everyone was panicking and arguing about what to do– whether an attack or a bribe would work best, each with their own flaws to the plan.
In the end, Yelena had made the decision to free Jonrón, and whilst you would have done the same, it didn’t make the choice any easier.
You and Yelena had just returned from his failed rescue attempt that morning, and neither of you were going to walk away from it completely okay. Everyone felt a cocktail of emotions, equal parts exhaustion, guilt and anguish at losing one of La Morals finest and close friend.
Jonrón hadn’t left her room since returning to Concepción, refusing to see anyone as she grieved over the loss of her brother. The two of them had always been close, but fighting in la revolucion had only strengthened the trust and bond they had together. There was nothing anyone could say to make her grief any easier, but you loved her, and you would do what you could to make her as comfortable as possible.
Jonrón’s head resting into your fingers slightly brought you back to the present, brushing your hand over her ear to cradle the back of her head.
“I know it’s hard… fuck– i’m sorry I couldn’t save him,” Your throat dries, voice tense as you speak over the heavy feeling in the room. “But I can be here for you now.”
Gently, you bring the sheet to wrap over her shoulder, making sure she stays warm before you bend down and kiss her forehead. “Just call out if you need more food or anything else, yeah? You don’t have to go through this alone.”
Figuring she wants to be left alone, you stand from your place beside her bed and go to leave the room. Jonrón moves so quickly it startles you, her hand grabbing your wrist with shaky unease.
“Please stay…” Her voice is weak, a tremor throughout it to match the tears which gather in her eyes. They spill over her cheeks and your heart breaks at the sight. Carefully, as not to startle her or make her uncomfortable, you slide into bed beside Jonrón and hold her.
Your arms wrap around her chest, holding her against your own chest as she softly cries into your hands. All you can do is squeeze her reassuringly, your thumbs brushing over her skin as you feel helpless to comfort her. Jonrón’s shoulders shake, sobs leaving trembles to run throughout her body and you kiss her shoulder softly to steady her.
“I’ve got you, it's okay.” You repeat comforting words, letting her know you’re there with her and that she’s not alone. She loops her fingers with yours, holding onto you like she’s terrified of being alone right now.
“Fuck I miss him.” Jonrón’s voice is so soft and meek, unlike how she usually is around camp. Along with her brother, they were the life of La Moral, keeping all the serious and brooding guerrilla’s like you and Yelena relaxed. She always had a way of reminding you to breathe, to relax and spend time with your family between all the fighting. Jonrón didn’t even know it, but her smiles and jokes kept you stable and held together between all the chaos of la revolucion.
She cries herself out, eventually falling into a light sleep sometime in the early morning. The whole night you hold her, making sure she’s comfortable and safe in your arms.
Each night she asks you to stay with her, and each time you oblige. You slowly help her sleep better, help with food and finally help her walk around Concepcion with your hand in yours.
Eventually, there reaches a point where she doesn’t ask you to stay the night, she doesn’t have to, as you both snuggle up together under the blankets. The physical touch grounds both of you, and you’d never skip the opportunity to protect and hold her throughout the night.
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