#short and sweet <33

[autisticlancemcclain]

“Whatcha doing?”

Keith’s voice right next to his ear startles Lance a bit, making Keith laugh quietly. Lance feels the rumble of it in his shoulder, where Keith is resting his head to peer at his work.

“My math homework.”

Lance feels rather than sees Keith make a face. “That’s not math. I don’t see a single number in all that. I don’t even see letters.”

Lance chuckles. “It’s just calculus, babe. It’s mostly symbols, sure, but still math.”

“Ugh.” Keith pulls away after pressing a kiss to Lance’s cheek, shaking his head. “That’s disgusting.” He starts haphazardly shoving his fancy pencils into their case, then into his backpack, followed by his sketchbook. “Your horrible homework made me lose my desire to do anything and everything school related.”

Shaking his head fondly, Lance returns his gaze to his worksheet. “You’re such a dork. It’s only math.”

“The fact that you can look at those equations and they not only mean something to you, but they make sense, blows my mind every day. I’m still half convinced you’re a witch.”

“Now is that the math, or the fact that I’ve put a spell on your heart?”

“Boo,” Keith says, cupping his hands around his mouth. “That was garbage. I’m reporting you to the horrible pun police.”

“Stop making me laugh,” Lance says, throwing an eraser at Keith’s head. “You’re distracting me.”

“Yeah, yeah, Doctor McClain. You could skip every single one of your lectures and still pass with a 95.”

Lance flushes, pleased by both the compliment and Keith calling him doctor. As much as he knows Keith is teasing — he absolutely does need to attend class, Lord above — his boyfriend’s faith in him always makes his insides all soft and squishy.

But he has an assignment to do. He’ll kiss his amazingly supportive boyfriend after.

Lance gets in the zone, so focused on problem after problem that he forgets where he is. Hell, he pretty much forgets that he has a mortal body. His brain is 100% Greek letters and the occasional graph. And Lance likes it that way. He likes math, and not in the cheesy Cady Heron ‘math is just the same in every language’ kind of way. He just thinks that so long as he’s doing it right, figuring out puzzles is fun, in the same way some people like writing, or drawing. There are annoying parts, sure — modular functions are stupid as hell and can kiss his whole ass — but for the most part, he’s a biomed engineering major for a reason. He has shit to design, and he’s only getting there if he understands how the world fits together.

Something small hitting him square in the head snaps him out of his focus.

“You are being absorbed into your textbook,” Keith informs him. “I’m losing ya, space cadet.”

Lance shakes his head a little, blinking. He realises suddenly that, holy shit, his eyes are burning. And his throat is as dry as the desert. And he’s starving. And his muscles are cramped.

“Jesus,” he says, “how long have I been sitting here?”

Keith shrugs, but his attention is no longer on Lance. “Dunno. My phone died forever ago, so that means either two minutes or two hours. I could not tell you.”

Lance snorts. He knows part of Keith’s ADHD means he’s not great with time. It doesn’t really matter, anyway. They’ve been here long enough that it’s long past time to take a break.

“What’ve you been doing, then?” Lance asks as he starts collecting his things to put away. “If your phone’s been dead.”

“Foldin’ stuff,” Keith replies absent-mindedly, tongue peeking out of his mouth as he does, indeed, fold some papers. Lance finally gets all his stuff packed away and then turns his full attention to Keith, humming curiously. Keith, like with everything artsy, is amazing at origami, and Lance is always amazed at how he takes a piece of scrap paper and makes a mini-sculpture.

“Like what?”

“Made you this bouquet,” Keith says. His attention is still mostly on the tiny square of pink paper in front of him, but he reaches over to the empty chair next to him and blindly searches for something. He makes a triumphant noise when he finds it, and sets a brightly coloured bouquet of intricately folded paper flowers on the table.

Lance gasps, carefully picking it up and looking at it closely. Each flower is folded to perfection, crisp lines and gentle bends in the paper making perfect imitations of Lance’s favourite flowers: golden dandelions, pink peonies, deep orange poppies.

“Holy shit, Keith,” Lance breathes. He looks at his boyfriend with wide eyes. “This is… these are gorgeous!”

Keith glances away from his project for a moment to shoot Lance a big, goofy grin. “Glad you like ‘em. They’re almost as pretty as you.”

“Charmer,” Lance says, rolling his eyes, but the ruddiness of his cheeks give him away. Keith knows it, too, grinning wider.

“This is for you, too,” he says, making a final fold on the pink paper. “Hold out your left hand.”

Lance does, stupidly giddy smile making his cheeks ache.

Keith has made a paper ring, folded so it makes a heart in the centre rather than a traditional circle-shaped knob. It’s as meticulously crafted as the bouquet. He slides it up Lance’s fourth finger, then presses a gentle kiss on the knuckle.

“Since you said we can’t get married until after we finish our undergrads,” Keith says, as playfully grouchy as he always is when he brings the subject up. “This will have to do.”

Lance laughs, sliding his hand from Keith’s grip so he can rest it on the side of his boyfriend’s cheek, stroking his cheek with his thumb. Keith goes cross-eyed trying to watch the movement, lips still pouted. Lance leans forward to kiss them.

“You are so dramatic,” he mumbles, still crowded in close. “One more year, okay? You can take me to the courthouse the day we graduate, if you would like.”

“Fine,” Keith huffs. He wraps his arms around Lance’s waist. “They second our caps get thrown, you hear me?”

Lance kisses him again. And again. And a third time, for good measure.

“I hear you.”

#short and sweet <33 #i’ve been finishing up my drafts bc i do not have the energy to come up w new shit rn lol #lance #lance mcclain #keith #keith kogane #klance #established klance #flirty keith #flirty lance #fluff and humour #artistic keith #smart lance #college au #modern au #marriage proposal #kinda #kissing #affection #keith has adhd #lance is good at math #idk why that’s one of the hills i die on but it is #my writing #fic fragment #vld #voltron #fic #longpost

[snspice-archive]

✰ || NONSTOP is a digital single by Sugar n’ Spice, released by Angelico Entertainment on May 20th, 2022. The group promoted the single from May 20th to June 3rd, bringing home 2 music show wins over the two week long promotional period. They didn’t do many activities outside of music show performances due to their preparations for an “important surprise for fans”.

✰ || TRACKLIST

NONSTOP

✰ || NONSTOP STYLING

[ hair (left to right) : yuki, piper, yuri, josie, soyee, and mika ]

✰ || ERA HIGHLIGHTS

the song was only teased to fans a week before it dropped, which caused some quick and heavy buzz around it, making the first 72 hours quite successful

critics and the general public once again praised the girls for their versatility and their ability to start the summer off with such a great release

due to the girls having to prepare for a “special surprise for our sugar babies”, they were only able to promote the song for two weeks, bringing home 2 music show wins

this was such a cute and fun little era . all of the girls were clearly having so much fun every time they preformed or interacted with fans 

the summery concept and overall fun vibes of the single clearly contributed to the girls’ good vibes but a lot of fans speculated that they were most excited by this “special surprise” they kept mentioning whenever they could

styling for this era was immaculate and the girls all expressed how much they enjoyed wearing their outfits, and due to them all having an input in their hair styles for this comeback, the members also expressed how much they loved the freedom they felt like they had this era

not much truly went on with this release but it once again helped solidify sns as a top summer gg and kept fans on the edge of their seats for whenever the “special surprise” will be announced

#sns.dev #sns.discography #era.nonstop #short and sweet <33 #idol oc #idol au #kpop oc #kpop au #fictional idol community #oc kpop group #bts addition #kpop addition

[pup-pee]

pancake bunny pancake bunny boakcake buny

mmmmmm paper

#scheduled #everything hurts but yk what doesnt hrut? #drawign bart allen yay #i sitkl cant decide whether longer hair or slightly short looks better #h the eh r literally like the same length but it matters 2 me #i got dragged out 2 do shopping it was the worst im not bing 2 function sense #anywayd this should b skedruled bc i should b asleep by now #im throwing my phone across my room #if any1s 4 some reason rrading the tags gn <33 #sweet dreams or no dreams if thats better #hopefully im zoinked out & honk snoozin #mimimimimimi #i wanna post more but idk art hardd ;; #impulse #bart allen #dc #puppee art

[madame-fear]

Hello!! So Luke has a crush on reader and, while at school on Valentine’s Day, he decides to leave her little gifts in her locker throughout the day. Reader has no idea who it could be, but loves how sweet and romantic it all is. He leaves her favorite candy, a cute notebook, a little stuffed bear in her fav color, some paints she has been wanting, and other cute/thoughtful things that shows her admirer knows her better than she expected. She tries to catch this person putting stuff in her locker, but always just misses him. Before their last period, he leaves a note telling her that he will meet her by her locker after class. I wonder what readers reaction will be when she sees just who is standing there with a rose when she arrives ❤️

- Hands on Luke anon✨

and a 🌹 for you on Valentines day Amira!

꒰ 𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐄’𝐒 𝐀𝐃𝐌𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐑 | 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐁𝐋𝐄. ꒱

ೀ amira speaks!: hands on luke nonnie, I was missing you! this request was super sweet, I made Luke be readers friend in here 🤭 Thank you for requesting! 🥰 I hope you enjoy it my darling — and have a Valentine’s rose for you as well, my love !! 🌹 ˗ˏˋ ꒰ summary : request above. ♡ ˗ˏˋ ꒰ word count : 537

˗ˏˋ ꒰ genre : drabble, friends to lovers. ˗ˏˋ ꒰ pairing : Modern!Lucerys x Reader

→ click here if you want to request a drabble for my followers milestone celebration! drabbles open from February 14th, to February 19th.

Valentine’s Day was just another day for you, never paying much attention to it — or, it used to be. This year had been different, much to your surprise, but it definitely was a surprise that you didn’t complain about at all.

A secret admirer filled your locker. In between class breaks, the moment you casually opened your locker, you stumbled yourself upon a shower of beautifully endearing gifts and notes. The first time it happened during the day, your eyes went wide — this person knew you more than you knew yourself. A smile quivered on your lips, feeling a heat creeping on your cheeks.

A box with your favourite candies, a small plushie bear of your favourite colour holding a big heart against it’s chest, and a cute notebook adorned the interior of your locker. Giggles spurred from your lips, you were certainly impressed. All the things that you liked and ever wished for, were all there — gifted to you by a loving secret admirer. Who could it be?

The gifts from your secret admirer managed to kept you enthusiastic. After each class, between breaks, you would go to your locker and find it exploded with pretty little things that made you blush like a little girl with a crush. Plushies, flowers, love poems, more treats — even paints that you had been wanting for a long time! This person knew too well, you had to find who this person was; but this person always sneaked away from your sight whenever you hoped to caught them.

Until, you simply received a small note before your last class. It said, that he’d meet you by your locker after classes. A surge of thrill washed over you, mixed between excitement and nervousness. But you managed to keep the perfect balance of it, until your last class finally arrived, and you would soon meet your secret admirer.

You anxiously walked towards your locker as your last period ended. Luke had been as nervous as you had been, perhaps more. On his hand there was a delicate rose, fidgeting with it as he stood by your locker. As you arrived, his gaze moved to stare at you, meekly grinning. You stopped on your place for a moment as soon as your eyes landed on him.

It was Luke. Not only your best friend, but as well, your crush. You felt pleasantly surprised, as your heart thumped loudly against your chest, smiling dumbly. You could throw yourself at him right there.

“You’re my secret admirer, then?” you chirped eagerly, with a smile that grew on the corner of your lips. His hazel eyes admired you timidly before gazing down at the rose on his hand, nodding. “I am, yes.” he retorted, managing to not stutter. You were too beautiful, and he didn’t want to ruin the occassion.

“Which is why, I was wondering if you’d like to be my Valent—” you interrupted him abruptly, approaching him, and pressing your lips too dangerously close to his own, feeling his silky skin. His breathing stopped briefly, melting under your kiss as your hands cupped his cheeks, longing to keep feeling your lips as you pulled apart slowly.

“Of course I will.”

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#I tried keeping it short & sweet but properly written! 😭💕 #amira’s 2300 followers celebration #valentine’s special #hands on luke nonnie <33 #hands on luke anon #lucerys velaryon x reader #modern lucerys x reader #hotd x reader #luke velaryon x reader #house of the dragon x reader #house of the dragon x you #modern hotd #modern hotd x reader #modern house of the dragon x reader #house of the dragon fic #hotd fic #lucerys targaryen x reader #lucerys strong x reader

[shady-tavern]

A Hero’s Return

Continuation of this little short story. No particular warnings, but let me know if I should tag something.

***

'Ready when you are.'

It felt as though the message was burning a hole into your pocket as you stared at your hero costume. Freshly laundered, repaired perfectly after your fight with that telekinetic villain and just as practical and flashy as before. It shouldn’t be scary.

Your hands weren’t trembling when you put it on, but it was a near thing. It helped to know that Silver was waiting on the other side, not a floating terror ready and willing to kill. If you failed, no civilians would get hurt or killed. You would not die knowing you had been utterly useless, or wake up miraculously to find hundreds of people dead because you hadn’t been strong enough.

You had grown stronger, you knew you had. Enough so, in fact, that the hero association had recently bumped you up to Class B. Which was a little frightening, you had never played in the upper leagues before and while you knew you were part of the bottom crowd of Class B, it was still very different to your comfortable, quiet little Class C.

You took a few deep breaths after buckling the last of your gear in place and you stared at the mirror, realizing that the costume didn’t fit like it used to. You had gained muscle and a bit of weight and…it didn’t look right anymore. The colors seemed too bright, the little fluttery accents you had once added to the design on a whim too useless.

You took another deep breath and turned away from the mirror. Now was not the time to get into an existential crisis over your costume. You could always order a new one from the association later. You grabbed your phone, staring at the most recent message for a long moment, your heart pounding nervously.

'Ready when you are.'

You could hear Silver’s voice in your mind as you read those words, could see his reassuring smile, the kindness in his mercury eyes that didn’t quite manage to hide patient anticipation. He was looking forward to this, you knew. He had been there every step of the way, as you had dragged yourself out of the hole your failure and terror had shoved you into.

You didn’t feel ready to be a hero again, but you had decided that it didn’t matter. You would never feel ready. You could run those obstacle courses and simulations Silver built a hundred thousand times and not feel ready.

'Ready' you typed back and hit send before you could stop yourself. 

The hero association already knew you would return to active duty today. The substitute hero had left the city last night, looking relieved. His stay here had been exceptionally boring, since Silver had refused to challenge him in any way. Aside from bugging him a bit for fun, but his pranks were always harmless.

You flexed your hands and for a moment you felt all the scar tissue pull tight, stitched up wounds and surgery scars and broken bones that had taken months to heal. You weren’t ready, but you were sick and tired of sitting around at home.

You were sick and tired of being scared, of worrying. Of thinking about the next Class A villain that could show up with murder on their mind. You wanted to be a hero, still, even now. You wanted to protect people and help them where you could. You straightened your shoulders and walked forward, projecting a confidence you did not feel.

It was showtime.

*.*.*.*

You watched civilians cackle in delight as they were pelted with marshmallow butts the size of half your palm. Silver was bouncing a bit on his toes at your side, grinning so wide it must’ve hurt his cheeks.

"Well?" he said with a grin. "Aren’t you going to try and stop me? Oh no, darling, dashing hero!" He pretended to fall into a faint, hand theatrically pressed against his forehead. 

He tipped over with thoughtless trust, knowing you’d be there to catch him. And you did, hands pressed against his signature leather jacket as he draped himself over your arms with exaggerated drama. He continued, "Whatever shall I do, my evil soul quivers!"

You couldn’t help but laugh, tension you hadn’t been aware of sliding off your shoulders like water off a duck’s back. When you caught your breath again, looking down, Silver had the softest smile on his face, his eyes crinkling at the corners. He looked far too sweet for someone proclaiming he had an evil soul.

He straightened from his pretend fainting after a moment and tugged his jacket properly back into place.

"Good first day back?" he asked quietly, barely audible over the huffing and puffing noise of his Ass Kicker 50, it’s wheel of used but thoroughly cleaned and disinfected boots merrily pelting butts into the growing crowd.

"Yeah," you answered just as quietly. "Glad to see me again?"

"Of course, darling." His soft smile got a mischievous edge as it grew into a smirk. "But you must be losing your edge, you haven’t even disabled my baby yet."

You couldn’t help but smirk back, tapping a piece of plating. "Dead switch is beneath this thing, isn’t it?"

He looked startled, then cursed and grumbled, actually looking like he had no idea if he was frustrated or delighted and instead settled on a weird mix of both. "I was hiding it so well! How the fuck did you know?"

You gave him a small shrug. "It’s the only place that works and from the way the thing’s set up and built, it had to be in this area to avoid messing with the machinery. And it’s the only plating that’s not bolted down. Pressure opens it, right?"

You pressed down experimentally on one side and the plate popped open easily enough, swinging aside to reveal the big red button. Because of course it was a big red button. That was so very Silver.

When you looked up, his mercury eyes were bright and intense and that elated-frustrated look was still on his face. "And you once asked me why I fight you," he said, his quiet voice carrying a particular tone that you couldn’t quite place. It made you feel faintly flustered, though.

You fiddled with the plate for a moment, before closing it again. "Yeah, well, I’m just glad I’m not boring."

Silver drew up to his full height, actually looking affronted. "Boring? How dare you?"

The smile tugging at your face felt far too earnest and touched by half, but it seemed to soothe his insulted affront.

"I’ll have a conversation with whoever put that thought into your head," he said, pointing a finger at you. "And if it was you yourself, we are going to have a long talk."

Hearing a round of loud, delighted noise from the side, both of you looked over to see a group of goth teens cackling as they pocked little holes between the cheeks of their marshmallows butts.

"Ah, I knew I had forgotten something," Silver muttered and you dissolved into helpless laughter, ending up leaning against his shoulder and gasping for air.

By the time you calmed down, you were out of breath, your belly aching in the best of ways and you reached up to wipe some moisture away. Silver looked very content and happy, standing there and watching the machine pelt away, people jumping to catch the butts wrapped in paper to keep things sanitary. So they could be picked up and still eaten if they fell to the floor.

He was always so thoughtful, you thought, still leaning against him and not moving away. You had no idea what he got out of being a villain - well, aside from tax fraud, a bunch of other illegal activities and some very, very strange substances you were not going to touch, ever - but you were happy to see him happy. He deserved it.

"They needed that too," Silver said in this moment, nodding at the crowd. "This city hasn’t quite been the same since that villain attacked. They’re relieved to have you back and seeing us fight harmlessly should put more demons to rest."

You hadn’t even thought about that, too caught up in your own trauma as you had been. You looked back at the people and you saw that he was right. There was a visceral relief on many faces, a giddiness that was born half out of the silliness of the situation and half out of a release of fear-filled tension.

They had been even more helpless than you had been. Civilians with no combat abilities and absolutely no chance to survive the Class A villain. All they had been able to do was run while they had to watch you bleed and break and still stand up again and again.

Oh. 

A quiet realization struck you down to your core. You had wondered why people had been polite but not overly warm with the substitute hero. He had sent you regular updates on villain activity and how his patrols had gone, even if it had taken you a while before you had gotten the guts to read it all instead of only the summary. 

He had mentioned that people didn’t seem all that curious about him and he had sulked about that a bit.

All this time you had thought that you had failed them, these people who grinned and waved when they saw you. Who didn’t hesitate to call you away from the street and ask for help or offer you sweets or lunch when you had been patrolling for hours. People who let you hold their babies or hugged you when you brought their lost pets back.

But they hadn’t seen a failure that day months ago. They had seen you, standing between them and certain death and refusing to give up, no matter what. All because you wanted to protect them with all you had.

"Hey, what’s wrong?" Silver’s worried voice cut into your thoughts and when you glanced at him, his brows were furrowed. "Why are you crying? Do you need me to switch off my baby and back up?"

"I’m fine," you croaked weakly, though you totally were tearing up. "I’m just glad to be back, don’t read too much into it."

Silver’s face softened with a quiet bit of relief and he hummed in understanding. "I’m glad, too, by the way," he said after a moment. "To have you back that is. I may have been a wee bit lonely."

You raised an eyebrow, glad that no tears had spilled over. "You saw me almost every day."

"But not like this," Silver said. "Don’t get me wrong, I love watching you destroy the machines of the obstacle course or absolutely ace the simulations, but I missed going up against you like this."

You rubbed the back of your neck, straightening from your slouch against him. "You always say things like that with a straight face." You both admired him for it and felt envious. Sometimes you wished you could just simply say what was on your mind as well.

Silver smiled, a little lopsided and crooked. "Life’s short, so who cares what others think," he said. "All I care about is living every day the best I can."

You knew what he meant by that. He had told you a bit more about his fight against Terra after modifying some more simulations for you. You had even seen a glimpse of the patchwork of scars that fight had left on him, many of them surgery scars. He had barely survived his debut as a villain. His ever first fight and it had been against Terra.

"You know, I wanted to make the butts bigger," he said before you could say anything, smoothly but obviously changing the topic. "But there was only so much I could fit into Ass Kicker 50 and that just wouldn’t do."

"Are you going to run out of butts soon?" you wondered.

Silver hummed thoughtfully. "I guess there is a minute of pelting left at most."

The two of you waited until the machine stuttered and began to slow, the wheel of boots no longer finding marshmallows to kick into the crowd. Silver gestured grandly for you to go ahead and you pressed the dead switch with a small smile.

"Well then." He clapped his hands together. "I guess I should say hello to my favorite warden. He is ever so happy to see me every time."

You couldn’t help but snort, then you hesitated. "You know, you could just…go."

Silver actually looked a little insulted. "Don’t ruin my date with prison, my dear." He beckoned you closer with a finger, presenting his hands. "I want to see if I can walk out the front door dressed like a futuristic clown."

You blinked, in the middle of pulling out your cuffs. "What would that look like?"

He smirked as you reached out towards him. "I guess you’ll have to find out." He leaned in as your hands closed the cuffs around his wrists, warm skin pressed to warm skin and cold metal between. "I’ll make sure to make the news for you."

"Alright," you said, bemused and curious in equal measure. You noticed how warm he was, this close to you, your hands covering his. His breath smelled faintly of peppermint. "Come on, there are two new officers on the roaster who are eager to prove you can’t slip past them."

His face lit up. "Oooh, fun." He chuckled, low and menacing and for once sounding like the villain he was. "I do love ruining their day. Shattered dreams taste ever so delicious."

You rolled your eyes fondly, waving the waiting police over. They hurriedly hid the marshmallow butts they were snacking on and bustled over, trying to look important and menacing. Even if Silver was a very polite and very wonderful villain, he was still wanted for a number of crimes and the state really wanted to prosecute him.

"Be gentle with Ass Kicker 50," you told the clean-up crew who came in to tow the machine away to a storage facility. "She’s done good service."

When you looked back over to Silver, you caught the warm, unbearably fond smile as he watched you on his way to the police car. He cast you a wink as he got in, mouthing, 'Clown'. You playfully wrinkled your nose at him and saw more than heard him laugh as the door was closed.

"Um." A soft, hesitant voice made you look over and you immediately recognized the girl who had approached you. The teenager who had nearly died at your side months ago. "I’m very happy you’re back and that you made a full recovery." She thrust out a small gift. "Thank you, for saving my life."

"And mine." One of her friends bustled over, holding a little wrapped gift as well. "If not for you, I wouldn’t have made it."

You felt speechless, accepting the gifts hesitantly and that seemed to open the floodgates. You were swiftly surrounded by people thanking you and expressing their concern and relief in equal measure. Your arms soon overflowed with gifts, flowers from the elderly, drawn pictures from children and baked cookies from grateful parents. It nearly made you cry.

You did cry a little when you got home, sniffling as you sat in a pile of gifts, reading letters and smiling at the graceless but enthusiastic scribbles of a five year old. Suzie was curled up in your lap, fast asleep as a small bundle of warmth.

You taped all the pictures to one wall and pinned the letters to an old, large pinboard you had gotten a few years ago. You put the food away and the flowers into a vase and scattered the rest of the gifts across your flat in a smattering of decorations.

It had mattered. Ever single moment you had felt helpless and terrified had mattered. You hadn’t been a footnote on some document, lamenting a too early death. Because of you, so many futures still existed, those bright, burning lives not snuffed out by a cruel hand.

You would continue growing stronger for them all, you vowed to yourself. Even if you needed Silver to end the fight and save you again, you would be there. Standing between evil and everyone else as many times as it took.

For the first time in months, you felt like a hero again, too.

You dozed off with the news channel on and jerked awake sometime in the early morning hours just in time to blearily watch a repeated clip of Silver, dressed as a sparkly, futuristic clown, moonwalk dancing out of prison. There it was, his famous, Class A skill of getting out of trouble in the most ridiculous ways.

You were chuckling softly to yourself, reaching out to fish your phone from your coffee table. You already had a message waiting for you.

'Watch me, darling.'

You were still half asleep when you answered, a golden feeling like honey on warm bread filling your chest, 'Always.'

You hesitated, then tapped out one more message, 'If you have any more inventions, I’m ready.'

He answered immediately. 'Oh, darling.' It read and you could hear the glee in his voice in your mind, could imagine the way he brightened. 'I was hoping you’d say that.'

You loved this ridiculous, wonderful man so much, you thought, still bleary and half asleep. Your heart felt so full with good things it felt as though it was spilling over to the point where you had to squeeze a pillow, hiding a wide grin against it.

#my writing #short story #heroes and villains #what makes a hero #and what makes a villain #ass kicker 50 gets her grand debut #this is really just sweet and soft and feel good #hope someone enjoys this little thing! #silver has soooo many inventions ready and waiting #he's had months to be creative #some of the designs waiting are the following #The Overgrowth 300 #yes that one took him a while #Purple Squid 15 #Just Why 44 #he refuses to explain that one when he presents it #Floppy 2 #Crazy Ball of Oh No 33 #just to name a few #after every fight he analyzes the data #and usually donates everything useful to robotics departments #or prosthetic developers #but sh #don't tell anyone #he's evil after all #just a little something while I work on other projects #this practically wrote itself

[l3m-ntwo]

Now, I just woke up, it's 3 am and I saw a post talking about q!Cellbit eating chunks out of bad and then I remembered about Bad's body regeneration, so I want you guys to imagine;

Bad and Cellbit are out in the field again. There was one last group that they'd need to kill but the group had gone into hiding. Bad and Cellbit's food supply becoming scarce as time passed by, they had ended up resorting to the bodies that have been left bleeding out. But that was quickly becoming futile as the 'food' that they had been finding was starting to rot with flies all over. Bad didn't need to eat. But Cellbit does. Worried for his friend's well being he set off into the night with nothing but an axe, returning bloodied with a missing limb. Cellbit asked and asked but Bad refused to answer, claiming that "everything was fine" and that he "had just found it in the woods" but he knew the young teen was smarter than that.

#its short and sweet<33 #but gosh #the idea that bad was actively cutting his own limbs to feed cellbit is soooooo hecking dark #cellbit resorting to cannibalism is dark enough #imagine eating your friends limbs #i would be disgusted and feel so guilty. but then they turn around and say its okay bc its gonna grow back! #and youre just like ?????????? THAT DOESN'T MAKE IT ANY BETTER???? #i love thinking about what happened to them during the war #qsmp badboyhalo #qsmp cellbit #q!badboyhalo #q!cellbit #cw: gore #tw cannibalism #tw war #tw dead body

[merlyn-bane]

Chapters: 2/2 Fandom: Star Trek, Star Trek: Alternate Original Series (Movies) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: James T. Kirk/Leonard "Bones" McCoy Characters: James T. Kirk, Leonard "Bones" McCoy Additional Tags: Starfleet Academy Era (Star Trek), Friends to Lovers, Getting Together, Leonard "Bones" McCoy Loves James T. Kirk, Implied Sexual Content, James T. Kirk's Absolutely Stellar Self Esteem, The Trials And Tribulations Of Only Having One TV, (And Of Falling In Love With Your Roommate) Summary:

Jim likes to watch trashy television to cope when he's had a bad day.

Bones has some opinions on the medical accuracies of one of his favorite shows.

They maybe hook up about it.

Tagging @goddammitjim and @lttrsfrmlnrrgby since I know y’all like Star Trek and I’m pretty sure I’ve seen you both reblog stuff for this ship specifically<33

#just a short and sweet little treat for y'all<33 #already had this written up as a companion piece for something else i'll probably never finish or post and i'm really fond of it so #star trek #star trek alternate original series #st:aos #mckirk #james t kirk #leonard mccoy #james t kirk x leonard mccoy #hope y'all like it

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

*waves hands* ok but what if somehow Childe and Foul Legacy get split into two beings. you and Childe are already together at this point and it happens in front of you, so when Childe realizes that his feral Abyssal form is now completely outside of his control he immediately rushes to protect you- he might not have his Foul Legacy form but he still has his Vision and Delusion. he tells you to stay back; Foul Legacy is dangerous and bestial, and Childe desperately doesn’t want you to get hurt, even if it means hurting what’s essentially a part of him.

except Foul Legacy doesn’t attack, doesn’t lash out, doesn’t make a single move to hurt you. no, he simply whines and backs into a corner, shaking at the sight of Childe’s hydro blades. Legacy’s gaze flicks to you and he takes a step closer, only to whimper when Childe puts his arm in front of you, glaring protectively at the Abyssal beast. you beg him to let you see Foul Legacy, this other power you’ve heard so much about, and finally he relents, still gripping his spear so tightly his knuckles turn white. your own steps are firm and confident as you extend a hand to Foul Legacy, who immediately leans into your palm and touch, crooning with relief. a smile breaks on your face as you coo back, running your fingers over his mask-like face and soft fluff. Foul Legacy purrs and trills happily at your attention, even daring to lick your hand a few times to be met with your laughter- it’s his favorite sound in the world, the laughter of his beloved. and Childe watches you interacting with his Abyssal half, petting and fawning over Foul Legacy like he’s Childe himself instead of a feral beast from unblinking stars, and Childe feels like a drop of light landed in his eyes again.

every single part of him really does love you, even the parts he wishes would remain hidden.

#genshin impact #childe #tartaglia #gi ajax #foul legacy #foul legacy childe #genshin childe #genshin tartaglia #genshin tartagalia #genshin x reader #childe x reader #*crying* pinterest please stop showing me pictures of normal childe being pretty you're going to make me fall for him I MEAN WHAT- #(moth still better tho) #i like foul legacy actually just being very sweet and soft to you #childe thinks he's going to hurt you but moth just wants snuggles!!! #and now you have TWO versions of childe to pay attention to you're welcome #oh by the way i FINALLY finished my drawing!!! it'll be up later :D #anywayssss thought of this last night when falling asleep <33 #wifi's brainrot #short scenario #morning call

[teagvns]

＊   𝗖𝗟𝗢𝗦𝗘𝗗  𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗥𝗧𝗘𝗥          ››         @rainforum ＊   𝗙𝗘𝗔𝗧𝗨𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚          ››         teagan  &  mona   ＊   𝗟𝗢𝗖𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡          ››          local  shops  @  gore  mountain ＊   𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗡𝗧          ››          winter  ski  trip

          “  oh  ––  wow  .  it  smells  like  i  walked  into  cinnamon  hell  .  did  someone  leave  a  candle  burning  for  too  long  ?  ”

#💜 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐒 . ›› teagan yoon . #💜 𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐍 . ›› mona bae . #💜 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 . ›› winter ski trip . #rainforum. #short n sweet <33

[de2thletter]

maybe it's the harsh , swift kicks to his torso that do him in, or the heavy and jarring uppercut that lands against the right side of his jaw that sends him reeling backwards --- the onslaught that follows each altogether prevent him from making a full recovery. he's but one vigilante against a joined effort. it's not the first time he's had his back against the wall with opponents of their caliber, but each time he has , hasn't turned out in his favor.

as many licks as he was able to get in himself, ten more were given in return. before long, daredevil slumps against the dumpster he's backed against, sliding to the ground beneath him.

the world around him an overwhelming assault to the senses right before it silences ; the coppery scent of blood leaking from his nose and mouth, the metallic taste of it coating his tongue and beyond his own heaving, struggling breath are those of his opponents, and he struggles to gain one final lead, straining to hear anything that will later identify them. he thinks he hears the faint clinking of a chain, a necklace maybe that rustles beneath clothing, caught inside their shirt. it's the last thing he hears before he blacks out, body slackening and still. ( @gloriousxdarkness // plotted ! )

#i got super carried away setting the scene nskfjsf #a contrast to our short n not so sweet thread lmao #pls lmk if u want me to change anything my love < 33 #gloriousxdarkness #ch: matthew murdock.

[trainingdummyrabbit]

(POINTS MIC AT YOU) RECOMMEND ME A RANDOM SONG

gooooodmorning!!!!!

consider The End Of Times - Jorge Aguilar II :]

#the Realest only veterans remember #songs that sound like sitting on the beach at sunset. id try to describe it more but its mostly image and concept and motion #u r just going t have t trust me <33 short n sweet. #pikasks

[toburnup]

re-opening prompts because i kinda want to write a short but smutty steddie oneshot. to take the pressure off while i work on is your light on?

inbox is open!

#keep em short and sweet so i have room for interpretation <33 #open to scenarios or kinks or words or whatEVER #viospeaks #also if i haven't gotten to yours yet - it may either be worked into a fic or i've written part of it and then hit a wall #i'll finish them eventually tho!!

[halfpogue]

❛ working together again, it’s just like old times. ❜

there was a soft smile upon kiara's face, warm and nostalgic as dark eyes sought out sarah's own. it did feel nice to be together again, to hang out and just be near her. kiara missed her. her nose crinkling as the woman nodded , agreeing. " yeah , like old times. " she had agreed , humming softly as she gently reached down to grasp at sarah's hand - firm and comforting. " maybe we can get together like this more often? i . . feel like i've missed too much. " missed you too much.

#camaerons #writings. #connections : kiara + sarah #dynamics : camaerons / sarah #very short and sweet <33 #OUR GIRLS FR

[seijorhi]

Ok I just read Shudder and Jesus Fucking Christ I can't even. That was so evil, and I loved every minute of it. Probably one of my favorite pieces of yours.

Hehehe well I did say it was gonna be unhinged :)

#low key proud of this one #short sweet and horribly awful <33 #rhi answers #pokemonfreak666

[mariellehuang]

location: a café  with: @cleo-isabel​

“Pardon me,” Marielle began, approaching the other woman, “I think I might have taken the wrong drink - I ordered a Ceylon tea and I believe they’ve given me a coffee - or rather, they are not to blame but I seem to have mistakenly grabbed a coffee - and I noticed you were right ahead of me with ordering, so I wonder if this might be yours? I would be happy to buy you a new one, seeing as I did try it.”

#c cleo #cleo 001 #// please let me know if you want any changes <33 #short but hopefully sweet?? 🥺

[yuukimiyas]

chloe i love the new theme! very cute i feel like a drive around the city would be so so calming <33

for the ask game, you & lover boy obvs hehe, 101 dalmatian’s and aristocats :))

my love echo!! ପ૮๑ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ๑ აଓ tysm!! late night drives are mine & lover boys absolute FAVE so i just had to incorporate it into this new theme!!

101 dalmatians - who fell in love first? ooo i adore this q!! i'd say it was DEF me first ૮꒰⸝⸝> <⸝⸝꒱ა i'm a hopeless romantic x 100 & after seeing & goin on a date w reo it just escalated 10 fold!! but he was so v quick to catch on (& even had the audacity to tease me ab it a lil smh ૮₍ ˃ ⤙ ˂ ₎ა) but after that he was & is so so so in love w me <33 i like to think that maybe the falling was mutual but all in all it was v much me hehee!!

aristocats - an au for you and your f/o you can’t get enough of? this q is a fun one!! hmmm the only thing that rlly comes to mind is v much inuyasha-esque lmaosjkfkf like i'm a girl in modern times & lover boy is a stubborn half demon who is so so so adamant that he doesn't like me but does everyth in his power to protect me & needs me around to help him w feudal era japan journeys ໒꒰ྀི ∩ ⸝⸝ ∩ ꒱ྀིა i just feel like he is so inuyasha & i am so kagome so it only makes sense hehee!! (& i'm rewatchin the show so that has smth to do w it hehee!!)

#eeep!! echo these q's were so CUTE!!! ૮꒰๑´ ˋ๑꒱ა i could literally write a novel w the 101 dalmations q!! but i kept it short n sweet!! #ty so so SM for droppin by w these ones!! i adored the au one omg!! ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა & i ofc adore YOU!! <33 #*ੈ✩‧₊˚buggylicious #( ˘ ³˘)♡moots! #⋆°˖➴ p.o. box! #˗ˏ𖤐ˊ˗ arcade!