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Too Much.

Based on this request from @themountainsays

Oooh how about... something involving Loki's iconic outfits from the films? I'm sure the poor man would like to wear something more 💫fabulous💫 than an office tie 😔 and Sylvie would surely find it... interesting to see

I hope you like it! 😊💚

“What are you wearing?” 

The air was static with the distant crackle of purple lightning emitting from the ominous cloud at Sylvie’s back, and yet it was the trickster god in front of her that she was staring at with a look that fell somewhere between confusion and disgust. She’d turned her back on him for one second to scope out the gigantic, horrifying cloud-monster they would be attempting to magic into submission in mere moments, and he’d used it for a costume change. 

“It’s armor,” Loki said matter-of-factly with a gesture to the gold plates covering his chest as though the answer should’ve been obvious. 

The goddess’ nose wrinkled with judgement, “It’s a bit much.”

“It’s ceremonial,” He shot back with a quick tilt of his head before sheathing the blade Kid Loki had given him in a holster that materialized at his hip. “I’ve fought many a battle in this.”

“Oh really?” The blonde crossed her arms over her chest as Alioth graced her with a well-timed rumble of thunder. She jerked her head back toward their waiting opponent, “Are the giant horns going to help you against the sentient cloud that wants to consume us?”

“No,” he scoffed, “They just look impressive. Style, remember?”

“’Independence, authority, style’,” her hands made an arc in front of her with a wiggle of her fingers that resembled something the Midgardian’s referred to as jazz hands, but was also an effective impression of the flashy man in front of her, “How could I forget? They’re still impractical.”

If Loki wasn’t offended before, he certainly was now. Out of pure spite, he waved a hand, and an emerald green cape materialized in a flash of green magic. The fabric billowed majestically from his shoulders, and the god knew he looked magnificent.

“If you’re quite finished critiquing my attire, perhaps we should get on with it?”

Sylvie puffed out an annoyed breath. She was hardly looking forward to fighting this thing, but he was right, they had a mission to complete. With any luck, there would be plenty of time to question the God of Mischief’s fashion choices after they’ve destroyed the TVA. 

“Come on, then.”

The cape was nice touch.

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Hi there tumblr, it’s been awhile. I’m feeling particularly inspired by Loki x Sylvie right now, so if anyone has any fun drabble ideas for those two, feel free to drop them in my inbox!

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Aftermath.

A short drabble in which the Sylvie considers where you go when you’ve reached the end.

There was a slight tremble running through the goddess’ hand that only worsened as she released her hold on the hilt of blade she’d just buried deep within Kang’s chest.

See you soon, he’d said to her with his dying breath. Had Loki been right after all? Was this thing actually telling them the truth? 

Blue eyes flicked over to the window, but her empty gaze saw nothing of what laid beyond the glass. The possible ramifications of her actions were lost on her the moment an unfamiliar emptiness settled within the confines of her chest. All at once, the feeling overwhelmed her and her body began to move on its own accord, stumbling backwards a handful of steps before she lowered herself to the ground. 

Why didn’t she feel better?

A heavy exhale fell from Sylvie’s lips, bringing with it a new wave of tears as all the anger and sadness she’d ever felt washed over her at once. 

She’d done it.

Over a millennium of running and plotting and trying, and she’d finally fulfilled her 𝘨𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘦. She’d grabbed the TVA by its metaphorical roots and ripped it right out of the ground.

But it didn’t help. . .

Her own timeline had been gone for centuries now, her family pruned— surely dead by now, she reminded herself— and she’d just dealt a nasty parting blow to the one person in the whole universe who might’ve welcomed her with open arms. She’d accomplished everything she ever wanted to, and yet she found no sense of triumph. No joy, no happiness, just emptiness. If He Who Remains had been right, there were now infinite timelines spiraling into new realities beyond these crumbling walls, but the goddess who’d freed them had nothing and no one to return to. 

She was alone, and always would be.

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Javey 14: "Are you trying to seduce me?" Modern au please!

Look who’s back from the damn dead! I’m not entirely sure how good this one is, but I’m trying to get back into the groove of writing again. Hope you guys like it!

14: “Are you trying to seduce me?”

“Now just lie back against those pillows- yes, perfect.”

Davey did as he was told, but not without a skeptical look in Jack’s direction. “What class did you say this for again?”

Jack’s eyes appeared over the top of his sketchbook, “Figure drawin’.”

Davey didn’t really understand why Jack couldn’t just draw him how he’d been sitting before, but shrugs it off on account of him being quite the perfectionist. He simply nods before turning his attention to his laptop again, navigating to where he’d left off on his philosophy paper. They had made a deal; he would play model for his boyfriend as long as he could work on his coursework while he did it.

The two boys sat in silence for several minutes, their attention focused upon their own work until Jack spoke up. “Dave, can you stop making that face?”

Knitting his brows together, Davey glared over at Jack. “What face?”

“You keep wrinkling up your nose and sticking your tongue out!” Jack huffed and lowered his sketchbook, giving his boyfriend an absurdly pitiful pout, “I can’t draw you like that.”

Davey rolled his eyes. “It’s my concentration face, Jackie. I’m trying to get my own classwork done, ya know.”

“I know, but-” Jack mumbled something unintelligible and slumped his shoulders, his eyes focusing on his paper instead.

Davey sighed and shoved his laptop aside. He knows this game, and yet he falls for it every time. The boy really needs to stop being such a pushover. Pushing himself up to sit on the edge of the bed, he looked over at the sulking artist. “How do you want me?”

Jack perked up at this, eyes flicking from the page back to his boyfriend as a hint of a smile tugged  at his lips. “What about your paper?”

“I’ll finish it later,” he shrugged, “But ya oughta take advantage of this while I’m feeling generous.”

He didn’t have to tell Jack twice, as he wasted no time in setting his sketchbook and pencil down to cross the space, pausing in front of the other boy with his tongue stuck out slightly in thought. This didn’t last long though, as Jack’s hands quickly went to work unbuttoning the shirt Davey was wearing.

While this probably should’ve been a surprise, Davey had been with Jack long enough that there is very little the other boy could do to surprise him anymore. His eyes followed Jack’s movements with a chuckle before a smirk pulled at his lips and he returned his gaze to the boy’s face, “Jackie, do ya really have an assignment, or ar ya just tryin to seduce me?”

Jack’s hands froze. While Davey had become accustomed to Jack’s advances, it still took Jack by surprise when he ventured to throw in a cheeky remark. He focused intently upon the button he was working on, mumbling back, “It’s for the art.”

“I’m sure it is.” The smug smirk didn’t leave Dave’s face as he leaned forward to press a slow kiss to Jack’s lips.

Maybe they could forget about the homework for a little while.

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40 Prompts List

I threw together a bunch of my favorite prompts ideas since I’ve been suffering from writer’s block and need the inspiration. Feel free to reblog!

“I don’t want to stop loving you.”

“We were just pretending to be lovers, but I’m not pretending anymore.. I need to know if you feel the same way.”

“I said you couldn’t fall in love with me, but I didn’t say I couldn’t fall in love with you.”

“Promise me you’ll stay.”

“I didn’t want it to end, I just thought you’d be better off without me..”

“I’ve tried to move on, but no one is you.”

“If this is the last time I see you, know that I love you more than anything.”

“You hide it in jokes and sarcasm, but I can see how broken you are.”

“Just do one last thing: Kiss me.”

“Nothing has ever scared me more than being with you.”

“Please.. don’t leave.”

“We were never just friends.”

“Don’t worry, I’ve got you.”

“Are you trying to seduce me?”

“I miss you every second of every day.”

“I’m trying to forget you the best I can, but damn it, we belong together.”

“You say I got us into this, but you didn’t stop it from happening, either.”

“I always overthink, just let me do something thoughtless for once in my life.”

“After everything… I’d still choose you.”

“If you had asked me to stay, I would’ve.”

“You’re too good for this world.”

“How long do we have?”

“Do you think we’re bad people?” 

“I know it doesn’t seem like it, but I’m going to take care of you.”

“We were never meant to fight on our own.”

“We always have a choice.”

“Is that a threat?”

“Keep your eyes on me.”

“You can lie to yourself but don’t lie to me.”

“I tried my best to not feel anything for you. Guess what? I failed.”

“We have to stick together.”

“We’ll get through this. I promise.”

“Don’t leave me behind.”

“How did you find me?”

“Who did this to you?”

“I don’t want to be alone right now.”

“Don’t you dare die on me!”

“You’re out of your damn mind.”

“You make me feel invincible.”

“I’ll keep you safe.”

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i am in love with your writing !!! hope you have a good day !

Thank you so much, anon! I hope you have a good day too :)

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Can you do "we almost kissed in front of everybody but we didn't. Now everybody is looking at us strangely." For javid canon era please

Hi hello! Sorry this took awhile, I had a hard time coming up with a plot for it that wouldn’t be too similar to this one. I hope you like it!

“Ball!” Crutchie calls.

Davey gets up to retrieve what seems like the hundredth wild pitch of the day. He tosses the ball back to Jack, “Ya know, it’s a good thing you’re better at selling papes than ya are at pitching.”

Jack makes a mocking face in Dave’s direction, about to reply with something equally snarky until Race intervenes, “Hey Jack, just throw the damn ball. We ain’t got all day!”

With another pointed look at Dave, Jack winds up and actually manages to throw a pitch Race can hit. The makeshift ball bounces off the bat in Albert’s direction, and he scrambles to get ahold of it before lobbing it at their first baseman, Buttons. Unfortunately, the ball doesn’t get there before Race, eliciting a collective groan from their team. Buttons tosses the ball back to Jack while Specs steps up for his turn at bat.

“Now you’re just doin’ it on purpose!” He yelps, narrowly avoiding being hit by another stray pitch.

“Is it really that hard to throw a ball?” Albert groans.

“Team meeting!” Davey stands from his spot behind Specs, where he was acting as catcher. He sighs and crosses the space between home “plate”, which is really just a newsie cap, and where Jack stands. Waiting for the rest of their team to join them before he speaks, Dave places his hands on his hips, “Jackie, why don’t ya just let someone else pitch?”

Jack puffs out his chest, glaring at the other boys when they make sounds of agreement, “I’m the best pitcher on the team, Dave!”

“Really?” Davey crosses his arms, lifting his brows and tilting his head slightly. “‘Cause I think ya record today says otherwise.”

Jack narrows his eyes and steps closer to Davey, stretching his frame to be as tall as he can be. He glares up at him. “Like you could do bettah’.”

Davey watches Jack attempt to be imposing, stifling a scoff. He invades Jack’s space further, using his slight height advantage until their noses are nearly touching. “I think I could.”

Jack’s breath hitches slightly in his throat when he realizes just how close Dave is. He forgets that they’re not only out in public, but also surrounded by their friends, and finds himself studying Davey’s big, bright eyes. His gaze darts between the taller boy’s eyes and his lips. Itching to close the painfully short distance between them, Jack runs his tongue over his lower lip.

The small action doesn’t go unnoticed by Davey, who’s also come to the realization that they’re a little too close for comfort. His breath shakes almost imperceptibly when his eyes drop to stare at Jack’s lips, wondering how they would feel against his own. He’s just about to lean in and find out when…

“Uh, guys?” Albert elbows Jack in the ribs, his brows furrowing as his gaze goes between the two boys. “What’re we doin’ ‘bout the pitching situation?”

The question yanks Jack and Davey back to reality. They immediately jump back from each other, visibly shaken by their lapse of restraint in front of the others. Davey turns a vibrant shade of red as Jack scratches at the back of his neck, glancing shyly at the other boy with a shrug. “I- uh- I guess Dave can pitch if he wants ta. He’s probably right anyway.”

The boys still stare at the pair in confusion, unsure of what exactly they just witnessed until Crutchie yells, “So do we have a decision o’ not?”

“Yeah?” Buttons replies uncertainly, giving Jack and Davey another look before shaking his head and returning to his spot at first base. “Dave’s gonna pitch for us now.”

“Well get on wit’ it then!”

Davey’s face remains a brilliant shade of red as Jack pushes the ball into his hand. Their gazes meet, but they both swallow thickly and quickly avert their eyes. Jack hurries to take Dave’s previous place as catcher while the other boys return to their former positions. Dave looks around, scanning everyone’s faces for any sign of a reaction, but they all seem to have brushed off the odd confrontation. He finds himself thinking about the way Jack stared at him.

No. Not now.

Shaking his head to clear the thoughts, Davey looks at Specs, who’s patiently waiting for him to throw a pitch. He sighs. Baseball was a poor decision.

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10 for hernst?

In my head, this is in the same Modern AU as the heely story, so do with that what you will. 

10. “No, no, not the puppy eyes. Don’t you fucking dare. Dammit.”

Hanschen shrugged off his bag on the barstool and grabbed a San Pellegrino from the fridge. Glancing at his watch, he noted that Ernst should be walking in the door any time now. He ran a hand through his hair and set off to their shared room. Being no stranger to sacrificing comfort for fashion, Hanschen was itching to be free of the stuffy sweater and button up combination he’d worn all day.

“Honey?” The apartment door clicked shut a moment later.

Hanschen’s ears turned the lightest shade of pink at the petname. He was thankful for wall separating them, as even a full year later and he wouldn’t want to admit he actually didn’t mind the name. Waltzing into the kitchen, he saw the brunette carding through their mail. With a smile, Hanschen crossed the space and slipped his arms around Ernst’s waist. When the other boy instinctively leaned into him, he pressed his lips to the nape of his neck before resting his chin on Ernst’s shoulder. “Mm, hello.”

“How was your day?” Ernst leaned his head back against the blonde’s shoulder. He puckered his lips with a slight scrunch of his nose, silently asking for a kiss.

A chuckle rattled his chest, but he obliged, closing the space between their lips. “Too long. Yours?”

“Much better now.” Ernst gave a cheesy grin and turned around. His eyes were met first with Hanschen’s bare chest before they traveled down to the sweatpants that hung low on his hips, and while it’s not a sight he’d complain about, his eyebrows furrowed. “Didn’t I tell you about our plans?”

“I thought you were joking.” Hanschen frowned and moved his hands to rest on Ernst’s hips, “I thought staying in with some netflix and take out would be a great way to celebrate.” A suggestive smirk pulled at his features. He tugged the brunette closer, hands wandering down into Ernst’s back pockets.

The brunette frowned. He rested his palms on the other boy’s chest. “But it’s our one year anniversary, if there’s anything worth going out to celebrate, this is it!”

“True, but the comfort of our own home is much more inviting,” Hanschen leaned his forehead against Ernst’s, giving the boy’s bum a cheeky squeeze and raising an eyebrow at the small yelp it elicited.

Ernst’s cheeks flushed, but he stared into Hanschen’s eyes. Slipping his arms around the blonde’s neck, he pulled him closer. His voice leveled, “Hanschen.”

“No, no. Not the puppy dog eyes, don’t you fucking dare-” Hanschen grumbled. Ernst simply continued to stare at him with those big, beautiful eyes, even batting his lashes and jutting his lower lip out for good measure. Knowing he’d lost, the blonde huffed out a sigh, “-Dammit.”

A wide grin spread across Ernst’s face. He pressed his lips to Hanschen’s cheek and muttered in a sing song tone, “I looooove you.”

“You better.” Rolling his eyes, Hanschen squeezed Ernst’s hips before letting go of him. “I don’t even have time to properly style my hair!”

“Oh please, you look as handsome as ever.” Ernst scoffed, turning his head when Hanschen leaned in for a kiss. He scrunched his face up with a grin when the blonde’s lips met his cheek instead. Hanschen gave a low whine. “Nuh-uh, you aren’t distracting me from this. Go on and get dressed!”

“I thought it was worth a try!” With that, he turned on his heel and trudged back to his closet to find something to wear.

So much for a night in.

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6 & hernst pleaseee💕

Hello! This one turned out as a really angsty one shot, but I hope you like it anyway!

The Dark I Know Well

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The Dark I Know Well

So this started off as a drabble prompt from this lovely person, who wanted 6. “I won’t let anything hurt you.” with Hernst. I was coming up with a story line for it, and thought about how The Dark I Know Well was apparently originally intended as a duet between Thea and Ernst as well as the staging of it in the Deaf West production that has Ernst going to sing/sign with the ladies. So this is what happened (trigger warning for implied sexual abuse).

“Hanschen!” He was leaving class when he heard the voice behind him. He didn’t need to turn around to know who it belonged to. Ernst.

In an effort to lose him, Hanschen hastened his pace. Initially, Ernst’s attachment to him was amusing, and even endearing at times. However, as time wore on, having the brunette constantly at his heels began to drive him mad. So much so, that he’d resorted to actively avoiding him for the last week to get some space. Unfortunately at this moment, the universe was not on his side. He made it only halfway down the wooded pass to his home before he felt a hand on his shoulder.

“I was calling you.”

“I know.” Hanschen glanced over his shoulder, seeing Ernst’s crestfallen face for the first time and setting his jaw. Treating him like this felt wrong, but he saw no other way out.

Ernst dropped his hand to clasp his fingers behind his back and fell into stride with Hanschen. The dejected look was gone, and his attitude seemed almost too cheery. “How are you?”

“Fine.”

“I miss you?” He bumped his hip against Hanschen’s, chancing a wide eyed glance in his direction before looking back at the ground.

Hanschen said nothing. He knew that just talking to Ernst about why he had been avoiding him surely would have remedied the problem, but that required a kind of honesty Hanschen simply wasn’t ready to provide.

Ernst grabbed him by the shoulder again, stopping him this time. “Hanschen.”

The blonde turned to glare at Ernst. He was about to tell him to just go away, but the words hadn’t had a chance to leave his mouth. Ernst shoved him into the thicket, just out of sight, and pinned him against a tree. Hanschen’s mind struggled to make sense of the situation as Ernst gripped his hips and pressed hurried kisses to his exposed neck. While he can’t say that under any other circumstances he wouldn’t find this positively enjoyable, given the current ones, the advance was decidedly unwarranted. His hands found Ernst’s chest, giving him a slight push as an indication to stop. Ignoring the request, Ernst’s teeth nipped at the pale skin just below Hanschen’s jaw, a thing he knew drove the blonde insane. Hanschen did his best to suppress the groan at the back of his throat, but the strangled sound escaped him anyway.

Ernst smirked against his neck and gripped his hips harder until he was shoved away. He stumbled backwards, bumping into a tree and staring quizzically at Hanschen.

Straightening his clothes with a huff, Hanschen found his composure before he scowled at Ernst. “What was that for?”

“Isn't that what you wanted?” He spoke softly, his eyebrows furrowed.

The blonde stared at him as if he had grown another head. “Where did you get that idea?”

“I just thought since you haven't been speaking to me, maybe-”

“I wanted that from you? Oh Ernst, have you been talking to Georg?” Hanschen scoffed and spoke with a condescending air about him, “Or is that what they're teaching you in church these days?”

Ernst looked as if he’d seen a ghost. His eyes darted around the space as he shook his head, “N- no. I- Nevermind.”

Hanschen watched the way the brunette suddenly grew uncomfortable. Fearing that someone was coming, his head whipped around to check their surroundings for any others. Finding no one, his brows furrowed as he wondered what could’ve caused it. He’d only made a joke. “Ernst?”

As if he’d been physically shaken, Ernst’s eyes snapped back to Hanschen. He swallowed thickly and took a step backwards, “I’ll just leave you alone.”

Hanschen could’ve sworn he’d heard a whimper when Ernst turned around and nearly broke into a run as he took off in the direction they came from. He stood dumbfounded for a long moment before he sighed and trudged out of the thicket himself, all the while grumbling to himself about how overrated love is. Still, he couldn’t ignore the guilt he felt for upsetting the other boy. That hadn’t been his intention at all. Though he was in no hurry to admit it to anyone, he cared deeply for Ernst despite his annoying quirks. All he’d wanted was a little space.

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For three days, Hanschen endured the same treatment he had given Ernst before. Every time he’d go to say something to him, the brunette would evade him. He wouldn’t even meet his eyes from across the room. Hanschen never pinned Ernst for the bitter type, but he was sure this must be payback for how he’d been treating him before. He’d had enough of the game.

After class, Hanschen watched Ernst leave the room out of the corner of his eye. He leaned against the wall, pretending to check over his homework assignments while he waited for the other boys to file out of the room.

“What did you do to him, Hanschen?” Georg’s voice pulled the boy from his act.

He glanced up over the top of his papers. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“He hasn’t spoken to anyone since he followed you home the other day. Everyone figures you’d called it off.”

Hanschen bit the inside of his cheek before brushing it off with a shrug of his shoulders. “We just got in an argument.”

Seeming satisfied with the explanation, Georg shot Hanschen a sympathetic look and went on his way. The sinking feeling of guilt crept up on him again, but Hanschen ignored it. Ernst was just being too sensitive.

When everyone else had finally gone, he left too, pausing at the top of the stairs to locate Ernst amidst the group of boys, setting off to follow him at a safe distance. If he wouldn’t talk to him on his own, he was going to make him talk.

Hanging back became more difficult as the two boys got further from school, the crowd thinning out when everyone went their own ways. Hanschen had initially thought he was following Ernst home, but to his surprise, realized that the boy was headed for the vineyard they often spend afternoons at. Eventually, they arrived at the secluded hilltop and Hanschen paused, staying out of Ernst’s line of sight. He watched as the boy went to collapse underneath the rocky overhang. Ernst unpacked his books and scattered them around him, staring at them with disdain. Schoolwork had never come easily to him, and since Moritz’s untimely perishing, he’d become the new poster child for failure.

Unable to observe the pity party any longer, Hanschen stepped around the rock that was concealing him from view. “Virgil surely isn’t that depressing.”

Ernst nearly leapt out of his skin when he heard the voice, having been too caught up in his own mind to notice someone following him since they left school. The brunette’s eyes filled with alarm at the sight of Hanschen. He scrambled away, turning his back to the other boy without a word.

Hanschen found the boy’s negative reaction perplexing. How had he gone from insufferably clingy to not wanting to see him at all? Still determined to get answers, Hanschen dropped his own books and glared at the boy’s back. “I’m not leaving until you talk to me.”

Neither of them were willing to break the silence. Only after several minutes drug by did Hanschen cave and crouch down behind Ernst, rolling his eyes before he spoke with as gentle a voice as he could muster, “Come on, Ernst. All I did was make a joke.”

Ernst’s head tilted slightly toward him. “A joke?”

“Yes. About Georg- and church?” Hanschen quirked an eyebrow as he spoke. He rested his elbows on his knees and watched as Ernst slowly turned around.

“I- I thought you had- that you knew.”

Hanschen stared blankly at Ernst, still not understanding how his sill comment could’ve caused this much turmoil. “Knew what?”

“Nothing!” Ernst’s face went the same pallid color as it had before in the woods. He averted his gaze and angled himself away from Hanschen’s questioning eyes.

This only piqued the blonde’s interest further, so he sat down in the grass, making it known he still had no intentions of leaving. “Doesn’t sound like nothing.”

Ernst bit his lower lip to keep it from trembling and hugged his knees to his chest.

“All of this for a stupid joke? What have they done to you?” Hanschen didn’t fully realize what his words could imply until they’d already left his mouth. He watched as the mere mention of it had Ernst’s body stiff as a board. The simmering annoyance he felt for the other boy’s behavior was slowly bubbling over into anger as he set his jaw and leveled his voice, “Ernst, what did they do to you?”

“Nothing!” Ernst stuttered, moving further away.

Hanschen sensed the boy’s lie and closed his eyes. He wasn’t sure what answer he was after, but he knew this type of behavior was all wrong for Ernst. With a loud exhale, he pinched the bridge of his nose and spoke through his teeth, “What did they do to you?”

“Not,” Ernst hid his face in his knees, his voice barely above a whisper, “they.”

“So something did happen?” The sharp tone made Ernst cringe, but Hanschen’s own anger clouded his senses. When the timid boy said nothing, Hanschen pushed harder, “Tell me.”

Ernst cowered away from the waves of fury emanating from the blonde, unable to distinguish that it wasn't directed at him. The only thing he managed to choke out was a name, “Ulrich.”

“Jung? The older boy who got sent to the reformatory when we were younger?” Hanschen didn’t recall much about the kid as it had to have been more than five years ago. They lived in a small town though, and at the time, people talked. Jung would be a grown man now. Ernst only nodded. “What has he got to do with it?”

Ernst clammed up at the question. His head shot up and he silently begged Hanschen not to make him say it.

Hanschen still waited for an answer.

“I'm the reason he was sent away.” Ernst gripped the back of his neck and shook his head violently as if that could expel the memories threatening to resurface.

Hanschen couldn't fathom what Ernst could've done to get someone sent away. He was such a kind soul. “But we were only children then, what-?”

Ernst shut his eyes tightly and swallowed the lump in his throat. His voice came out as a pained whimper, “He was so nice to me, I didn’t know it was wrong.”

Hanschen finally put together the pieces, and he was seething. How could anyone have taken advantage of little, unassuming Ernst like that? He couldn’t sit still any longer, so he jumped up to pace the area. He clenched and unclenched his hands as muttered angry profanities left his lips. He wasn’t sure what had become of the boy in question, but he sure felt like he could kill him himself.

Ernst trembled when he glanced up at Hanschen, only seeing the blonde boy’s clenched fists and pursed lips. His distraught tone raised in pitch, “I shouldn’t have said anything!”

Hanschen stopped in the middle of his tirade to look down at Ernst. The sight of him so frantic and child-like elicited a protective feeling Hanschen hadn’t even realized he was capable of. His face contorted in a frown.

“Please don’t be angry with me,” Ernst pleaded, his eyes brimming with tears. His fear snowballed into panic as his breaths began to come too quickly.

“Why would I be angry at you?” The words carry more bite than he intended, but they left his lips before he could think. Hanschen could only watch as Ernst became increasingly upset. Seeing the boy so vulnerable stabbed at his heart, but his inexperience rendered him helpless.

“It’s all my fault.” Ernst hiccuped between impossibly fast breaths.

The fear that he might pass out is what finally prompted Hanschen to try the first thing he could think of to calm the boy down. He dropped to his knees in front of the brunette, fighting the urge to freeze up in the face of such an emotional situation before cupping Ernst’s face in his hands.

“Hey, hey. Breathe.” Hanschen’s blue eyes bore into Ernst’s, and he demonstrated long, slow breaths, encouraging the distressed boy to follow his lead. He repeated this process several times until he thought Ernst was no longer on the brink of hysteria. He searched his mind for the right words to say, “It isn’t your fault. What he did- you aren’t to blame for that. It was a reflection of his own,” Hanschen paused, the fire returning to his eyes as he spit out the last word, “perversion.”

Hanschen saw Ernst wince, and he had to remind himself to settle down. Scaring Ernst further would do neither of them any good.

Ernst’s breathing was slowly steadying, though his eyes still shone with unshed tears. When he was able to find his voice, he muttered, “When you made that joke, I thought you had found out.”

Hanschen’s shoulders slumped and he ran his thumbs along Ernst’s red cheeks, “Is that why you ran off?”

Ernst shook his head and moved to hide against Hanschen’s palm, but the boy wasn’t having it and gently lifted his chin until their eyes met. He blinked, tears falling down his face as he whispered, “I thought it was why you were avoiding me- that you didn’t want me anymore because of it.”

Hanschen’s heart broke at the admission. Throwing his callous ways to the wind, he didn’t hesitate to collapse next to Ernst and pull him into his arms. The sudden embrace broke Ernst’s feeble facade. He collapsed against Hanschen’s chest, sobbing as his hands gripped at the blonde’s jacket, as if letting go might allow him to slip away.

Hanschen held onto him tighter, pressing kisses to the boy’s disheveled hair and mumbling, “I’ll always want you, Ernst.”

He traced shapes over Ernst’s back. He couldn’t help but wonder if there was something more he could do. Comforting people was never his strong suit. Hanschen would never admit to how much he cared for the trembling boy in his arms, but for him, he’d do anything. He nuzzled his face into Ernst’s hair and mumbled, “I won’t let anything hurt you.”

Hanschen wasn’t one for sweet nothings, and those words were no exception. While they may have reassured Ernst in the moment, they were nothing short of a personal vow. He’d seen the brunette boy more distressed than he’d ever wanted to, and he’d be damned if he let anything wound him this way again.

This was all new to him, so Hanschen did what he could and held Ernst close to his chest, offering wordless support and hoping it was enough.

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sorry i have another head connon i just love your writing: so the power goes out and jack and davey are both scared of the dark (davey doesn't know jacks gay and jack doesn't know davey gay) so they end up cuddling together (sorry that i keep giving you headconnons i just get and idea and i can't write for shit and you are a really good writer)

Some modern High School AU Javey with a small side of pining (I didn’t want to head hop too much as it would sound like the other one I did for you!).

“Have ya picked a topic for the history project yet? I think I wanna do the parallels between the Newsboy Strike in 1899 and the current movement against President Trump. Billionaires have historically been a real problem.” Davey spins his chair around to look at Jack, who’s splayed out on his bed and, evidently, paying him no mind. “Jackie?”

“Huh?” Jack’s head pops up from his sketchbook. “I mean, yeah. Definitely. What ya said.”

Davey rolls his eyes, flipping his his history book closed, “Were ya even listenin’?”

“Yeah! ‘Course I was.” Jack sits up and stretches his arms over his head. He hadn’t actually been listening because he was too busy drawing a portrait of Dave hunched over his desk, working on homework. Which is exactly what Jack should be doing, but that’s another story.

Davey is about to call out the boy’s white lie when a crack of thunder echoes through the space, shaking the photos on the walls. Both boys’ attention is directed out the window where the grey evening sky grows darker with each passing moment, the wind whipping dangerously through the trees as rain pounds the window.

“Jeez, it’s a doozy out there.” Jack tosses his sketchbook aside and gets up to go look outside.

“Ya can say that again.”

“Jeez, it’s a doozy out there.”Jack glances back to give Dave a smug grin only to be met with a pillow to the face.

Davey laughs at the shocked expression on Jack’s features, “That was bad even for you.”

Another crack of thunder makes both boys jump. A moment later, there’s a hollow popping noise and the room goes dark. The space is silent save for the sounds of the storm raging on outside.

Jack wanders back to the bed and collapses,”Well what’da we do now?”

Davey sidles closer to Jack in the dark room, his voice raising almost imperceptibly in pitch, “I dunno. Can’t really work on that research now.”

Having spent an ample amount of time with Davey, it takes Jack no time to notice his slight change in demeanor. “Ya okay, Dave?”

“Me? Yeah! Peachy.” Davey shoots Jack a forced smile despite the fact that it’s nearly too dark to make it out. He stands from his desk chair and crawls onto the bed to sit next to the other boy, not so subtly wiggling closer until his knee bumps against Jack’s.

“What’s gotten inta you?” Jack sits back up, crossing his legs and staring intently at Davey’s silhouette. He’s not complaining about being close to the boy, in fact, that’s all he’s ever really wanted. But he can’t ignore this bizarre behavior.

Davey shrugs his shoulders and crosses his arms across his body, dropping his gaze. “You’re gonna laugh.”

“Have I ever laughed at you?”

Davey picks his eyes up to stare in Jack’s direction, and though Jack can’t see him, he can feel his eyes boring holes into him. “Okay, okay. Maybe a few times. But really, what’s got ya bothered?”

Davey mumbles something unintelligible, and Jack has to gently elbow him in the ribs to encourage him to speak up. “I don’t like the dark!”

Jack’s eyebrows furrow as he frowns, wondering why Davey didn’t just say so. They already tell each other everything, mostly everything, and honestly, even Jack finds total darkness unsettling. He moves nearer to Davey, searching his brain for the best way to offer comfort. His voice is gentle, “I’m sure the power’ll be back on soon.”

Davey leans into Jack’s side, resting his cheek on his shoulder with a groan. The proximity makes Jack’s heart race, and he has to remind himself to breathe. He doesn’t want to seem uncomfortable and alarm Dave. Although the problem isn’t that he’s uncomfortable at all, it’s precisely the opposite. He wants nothing more than to be more than friends, but he’s certain the other boy doesn’t share the feelings. So after a few steadying breaths, Jack winds his arm around Dave’s shoulders and tugs him closer, resting his cheek on his head and offering what physical comfort he can.

That’s what friends are for, right?

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47 + Hernst (maybe a high school au?? Ldr??)

47. “Please come home, I miss you.”

The skype ringtone emanating from his laptop catches Ernst’s attention as he walks back into the room after a shower. He runs the towel over his wet hair and rushes over to answer the call, bouncing on his toes while it connects. Without even looking at the screen, he speaks, “Hi! Hold on, let me put some clothes on!”

“Put some clothes on?” A voice jokes from the other end, “Should I be worried?”

Ernst rolls his eyes with a chuckle, tugging a shirt over his head as he returns to sit in front of the computer a few moments later. A smug grin tugs at his lips, “If my relationship with long, steamy showers is something to be concerned about, then yes.” He leans forward and rests his chin on his hands, watching the blonde intently, “How’s Saint Tropez?”

“I’d prefer to be home having long, steamy showers with you,” Hanschen smirks before glancing down at his shoulder and groaning, looking back at the camera with a grimace, “Is the screen doing this sunburn justice?” He turns around in his chair to show Ernst his back, the pale boy’s skin is an angry shade of red.

Wrinkling his nose up, Ernst shakes his head. “They make sunscreen for a reason, you know.”

Hanschen faces the camera again and narrows his eyes. “I’m aware, and I used it. This pasty skin was simply not meant for this much sun.”

Ernst chuckles and gazes longingly at the screen, wishing they weren’t so far apart. “I don’t appreciate your family taking you away from me all summer.”

The blonde’s glare softens and he leans towards the camera on his end, briefly sharing the same melancholy look before a smug grin tugs at his features. “What? Can’t find anyone as devilishly handsome as me to ogle?”

Ernst wraps his arms around himself and drops his gaze, only giving a small chuckle at the blonde’s joke. “Please come home,” he looks at the camera with sad eyes, “I miss you.”

The sight pulls at Hanschen’s heartstrings and he sighs, “I miss you too. I’ll be home soon.”

“And then it’s back to school.” Ernst groans and leans back over the back of his chair, dragging his hands over his face before peeking through his fingers. “Next year, I’m not letting you go.”

“I’d like to see you tell my parents that, it would be quite a sight.” Hanschen chuckles at the thought. Someone off screen says something that Ernst can’t make out, capturing the blonde’s attention. He looks away a moment, frowning and nodding at the person, probably his dad, before turning back to Ernst. “I have to go.”

Ernst’s lower lip juts out slightly as he nods in defeat. “We’ll talk tomorrow?”

“Of course. We’ll talk then. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!” Hanschen shoots a suggestive grin at the camera.

“Love you!” Ernst says quickly. The call disconnects and he’s left staring at his desktop.

Long distance sucks.

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Beside You

Love Me, Love Me Not | Stubborn

Jack rocks back and forth on his heels at the corner near the building Dave and his family live in. He’s walked the other boy and his little brother as far as this many times before, on account of bad neighborhoods and all. Though he’s received invitations to go inside with them, he’s always declined, this is as close as he’s ever felt comfortable. But standing here now, even this seems too close.

He gazes wistfully down the street that would take him back towards the safety of his rooftop. It’d be so easy to just go home now. He sets his jaw, waving a hand as if to dismiss the thought; it’s taken him two days to build up the courage to make it this far and he’ll be damned if he turns back now. Not to mention, Medda wouldn’t stand for it. She’d probably grab him by the ear and walk him back here herself. He cringes at the thought. However, that’s beside the point. Jack wants to make things better for himself. Spending a week without Dave and pushing away everyone else, he’s realized his actions only serve to isolate him more. At least that’s what he keeps telling himself.

Jack knows it’s getting close to the time Davey and Les should be arriving home from school when he sees the other children of the area returning home with books in hand. Not too long after that, he finally catches sight of the face he’s been thinking of for days.

Davey’s walking down the street with Les, talking animatedly to his younger brother about some new thing he learned today, Jack’s sure. In their time together, he’s learned that Dave loves rambling about his day, and boy does Jack love to listen to him.

Jack contemplates for a moment whether he should call out to him, but before he can make a decision, Davey’s eyes meet his. The boy’s expression is unreadable as he says something to Les. The younger boy looks at his brother in confusion before following his gaze, eyes landing on an uncharacteristically bashful Jack Kelly. Les gives Jack an enthusiastic wave, which Jack returns half-heartedly, and then disappears inside the building with another boy about his age.

Now alone, Davey stiffens his spine, striding over to Jack with a distinctly cool demeanor. “What do you want?”

Jack is taken aback by the edge to the boy’s voice. Dave’s never been so cold to him before. “I, uh, I haven’t seen ya in awhile, and just wanted to make sure you were still alive.” An unfamiliar shyness overtakes Jack as he shoves in his hands in his pockets, refusing to meet Davey’s glare.

“Well I’m obviously not dead, so you got your answer.” Davey spits back, turning on his heel to leave.

“Dave, wait,” Jack pleads as he reaches a hand out to grab the boy’s elbow, “I wanted to apologize.”

Davey is intensely aware of Jack’s touch when he swallows thickly, angling his head slightly back in his direction, a silent I’m listening.

Jack takes what he can get, immediately tumbling over his words, “Iwasstupidandouttalineandishouldntali--”

“Are you actually saying words right now?” Davey questions, raising an eyebrow as he turns fully to face the mess of a boy before him.

Jack’s cheeks flush a deep shade of red and he drops his hands to his sides, muttering, “I was tryin’ to.”

“Jackie…” The taller boy trails off, his attitude softening at the normally confident boy acting so shy and unsure.

Jack’s heart leaps into his throat at the sound of the nickname he accepts only from him, “No, No. I gotta apologize. Properly. I was awful to ya, Dave.”

“‘Awful’ may be an overstatement, ya know. I did overreact.” Davey scratches at the back of his neck. He meets Jack’s gaze for the first time in a week, noting the dark circles beneath his eyes and rumpled clothes. He looks unkempt even by newsie standards. Davey reaches a hand out to cup the shorter boy’s cheek, his voice betraying the concern he feels, “You look like hell.”

“I feel like hell, Dave. I never shoulda lied to you so many times.” Jack drops his eyes to stare at his feet, leaning into Davey’s touch like a puppy seeking affection.

Davey’s lips quirk into the beginnings of fond smile as he runs a thumb along Jack’s cheek. “I just wanted to know why you were lyin’, Jackie. I do care about ya, ya know.”

Jack thinks his ears must surely be burning a bright shade of pink by now. He moves his hand to cover Dave’s, picking his eyes up just enough to stare at the boy through his lashes. “I know that. ’S just hard to be honest about--” he pauses, scrunching up his nose as if the word were dirty, “feelings.”

Davey chuckles at this, shaking his head and wrapping his free arm around Jack’s shoulders in a hug. “You could come ins--” he stops himself, remembering that that was the cause of the argument in the first place, “I can put my books away and we can head back to the rooftop, if you wanna talk?”

“Do I have’ta talk?”

Davey only gives him a pointed look in response, to which Jack mumbles, “Alright, alright, point taken. I’ll wait here.”

Davey makes quick work of running upstairs to discard his school books. When he returns, he’s removed his tie, rolled up his shirtsleeves, and unbuttoned his waistcoast. He looks much more like the casual Dave that Jack has become accustomed to. The short walk back to Jack’s preferred rooftop is filled mostly with small talk about Davey’s day, a topic Jack picked as he knew it would keep the conversation light.

Back upon the rooftop, the thought of the impending conversation has Jack unable to stand still. Instead of pacing a hole in the ground, he climbs atop the roof’s edge, gazing down at the bustling city below and silently hoping Dave won’t push too hard for answers.

“Uh, Jackie?” Davey’s tone is higher than usual, he doesn’t like the sight of the boy standing atop such a precarious perch. “Ya mind comin’ down from there? You’re- uh- you’re makin’ me nervous.”

A smug grin tugs at Jack’s lips. He glances back at Dave, “I’m makin’ ya nervous, ay?”

“Yes, you are.” Davey grumbles, shifting his weight and beckoning for Jack to come down.

Jack, clearly enjoying the reaction he’s getting, decides to mess with the anxious boy. He picks his foot up so he’s standing on one leg, balancing on the ledge and chuckling all the while before striking a silly pose.

“Jack, please!” Davey calls more urgently now, frustrated with the way Jack is pressing his buttons.

“C’mon, Dave! It’s fun.” Jack spins around on one foot to face Davey, pretending to lose his balance in an over-dramatic fashion.

“JACK!” The other boy cries out in distress. He lunges forward with a huff and grabs Jack by the wrist, taking it upon himself to drag him down off of the ledge.

Jack tumbles forward, nearly knocking Davey over when he crashes into his body, having been caught off guard by the sudden action. However, Dave is quick to react and catches the shorter boy in a steadying embrace. He clings onto Jack and buries his face in the boy’s shoulder, “Why ya gotta stress me out like that?”

Jack’s heart swells with fondness and he winds his arms around Dave’s waist. He affectionately nuzzles his cheek against Davey’s soft hair, turning a bright shade of pink when he answers in a hushed tone, “I was just messin’ with ya, I didn’t know it really scared ya that bad.”

Davey, in no hurry to let go of him, speaks into Jack’s shoulder, “Course it scares me-- ‘m not in the mood to watch ya fall to your death, Jackie.”

“Oh come on, I wasn’t gonna fall to my death.” Jack chuckles, giving the lanky boy a tight squeeze.

“Just don’t wanna lose ya.”

Davey’s words play over in Jack’s head as he clings onto him. Davey doesn’t want to lose him. Maybe his fears aren’t just his after all?

“I don’t wanna lose you either, Dave.”

Davey finally picks his head up from Jack’s shoulder when he feels something damp against his cheek. He’s confused for a moment until he’s met with tear-filled green eyes. His eyebrows furrow slightly, “You’re not gonna lose me. What’s wrong, Jackie?”

It’s Jack’s turn to hide now. He tucks his face against Davey’s chest, shaking his head and muttering, “I dunno what you’re talkin’ about.”

“C’mon, Jackie,” Dave coaxes, “You’re not foolin’ me.”

Jack groans into Davey’s shirt, turning his head slightly to peek up at the boy through his eyelashes before hiding away again. “‘S nothin’.”

“Jaaaaaackie.” Davey tries again, reaching a hand up and plucking the cap from Jack’s head, discarding it before threading his fingers through his dark hair. “You need to talk to me.”

Jack sighs in a last act of protest. He then nods, burrowing closer to Davey like a puppy who just wants to be cuddled. This puts a smile on Davey’s face. He holds onto the timid boy, settling to play with his hair until he’s ready to speak.

Jack feels like he could stay there forever, just listening to Dave’s heartbeat as a constant reminder that he’s right beside him. Unfortunately, he knows that he’s waiting for him to say something. So, Jack gathers up all the courage he can muster, feelings are scary business, and sets his jaw as he pulls away from the comforting embrace.

He doesn’t trust his voice as he speaks, “I just, I’ve never had someone care about me like you do.”

Dave shakes his head as if wanting to deny it, but he doesn’t argue for fear of causing Jack to retreat back into his shell.

“I guess that’s what got me so worked up, you weren’t hearing my si--” he scratches the back of his head, “Well, that’s not true. I wasn’t tellin’ ya, so ya couldn’ta heard me.” Jack looks down, scrunching his face up bashfully before he feels Dave’s hand tracing reassuring shapes on his back. His touch is so featherlike, Jack isn’t even sure he knows he’s doing it.

“I--I’m scared, Dave,” Jack finally admits, voice almost inaudible.

The words send a pang through Davey’s chest as he pulls Jack back into a hug. His voice is gentle, “There’s nothin’ ta be afraid of, Jack. What’s got ya so worried?”

Jack swallows thickly, his words get caught up in his throat as his body betrays him and starts to tremble. He doesn’t even try to stop the tears that begin to leak from his eyes. As if the dam has given way, words tumble quickly from Jack’s mouth. “The other newsies, we’re all a family, ya know?” Davey nods. “But you, you, just showed up here one day. A- and you get to go home every night. I just- I- Dave, what if ya don’t wanna come back? The boys and I, we’re stuck here. We got noplace else to go. But you got folks, a- and a future.”

Davey holds Jack impossibly closer, wishing he could just make the other boy’s pain stop. He shakes his head and begins to speak, “Jack, y--”

“I’m not finished- if I don’t keep talkin’ I’mma chicken out again, and ya don’t deserve that, Dave.”

Davey concedes, tugging his lower lip between his teeth and watching Jack closely.

“I kept pretending about forgetting our plans be- because,” Jack pauses to collect himself, using his sleeve to scrub away the tears that drip from his nose, “I got issues, Dave. I-I’m scared that getting close to you and your family is only gonna make it hurt more if ya leave me.” Jack hiccups as his body shakes more. He tries to hold back the sob as he finishes his thought, the sound escaping him as a pained whimper, “L- like my folks did.”

Davey is so stunned by Jack’s admission that he doesn’t react at first. He had no idea of the fear the other boy felt. He simply can’t imagine having no mom to always remind him to clean behind his ears, or a dad to take after. He just knows that in this moment, he wants nothing more but to make things better for Jack, to somehow shoulder his troubles and fix this. The sight of the tough guy breaking down in his arms shatters Dave’s heart.

“Jackie, we wouldn’t do that to ya.” He whispers, holding the fragile boy as close as he can and nuzzling his face into the crook of his neck.

“I know ya wouldn’t intentionally, but what if it happens anyway?” Jack cries through another hiccup.

Davey sets his jaw and moves to hold Jack’s face in his hands, touching their foreheads together. “I can’t promise that won’t happen-- ya know I can’t, but ya can’t let that slim chance keep ya away. My folks would love ya, Jackie. Just like,” he pauses as if to think, “Just like I do.”

Jack’s eyes snap up at the sound of those words, meeting Davey’s green eyes and searching desperately for any sign of a lie. Anything that might say he’s only saying it to get under Jack’s skin. However, he finds only a burning sincerity that makes him want to cry harder.

The deluge of new tears makes Davey think he’s said the wrong thing, so he tries to backtrack, “No, no-- I mean, they would-- I--”

Jack shushes him with a vehement shake of his head, the only communication he trusts right now. Instead, he clings onto Davey as if his life depends on it, his hands holding fistfuls of the boy’s shirt and shoulders shaking as he attempts to quell the sobs.

Davey settles to just hold the boy in his arms, hoping to offer physical comfort in lieu of better words. He rubs his hands along Jack’s back and nuzzles his face into his dark hair.

The two of them stay like this for what seems like forever before a small voice that can hardly be attributed to Jack Kelly speaks up, “Thank you, Dave.”

He wants to say so much more to him. To say he loves him too, to apologize for being a human disaster, to explain himself further, but the words simply won’t come. So he just hopes that Davey understands everything he can’t say.

If it were anyone else, the lack of acknowledgment for his confession would crush him, but Davey knows Jack. He knows that he wouldn’t be here in this moment with him if he didn’t feel something for him too, so this is enough for now. He speaks softly, “I promise I won’t pressure ya to come home with me anymore, Jackie.”

Jack nods, silently thanking whatever being in the universe is responsible for Davey not turning around and leaving him right there.

“You’re a gem,” Jack mutters with a chuckle.

“That’sa loada crap.” Davey knows he’s looking for a way out of this conversation, and he lets him have it. Jack’s been honest enough for one day.

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If you're okay with combining them? 12 + 40 for hernst, please 💙

12. “If you use another pick-up line like that on me again I might punch you in the gut.”

40. “Wow okay, this is not going the way I planned it out in the shower.”

Hanschen is the more outgoing one in the relationship, there’s no doubt about it. He’s always made the first move, and Ernst is okay with it. However, that doesn’t stop him from trying to be a little cheeky here and there. This is one of those moments.

Ernst walks into Hanschen’s room and spots the blonde sat at his desk, poring over the book in his hand. Hanschen isn’t known for being the warmest person around, but when Ernst crosses the space and wraps his arms around him from behind, resting his chin on his head, the blonde practically purrs.

The reaction elicits a smile from Ernst, and he squeezes Hanschen, nodding at the book in his hand with a hum, “What are you reading?”

Hanschen closes the book and sets it aside on his desk, leaning back against Ernst’s chest to look up at him, “Just a collection of sonnets by Shakespeare. I was just reading 18; ‘Shall–’”

“‘I compare thee to a summer’s day?’” Ernst cuts him off, finishing the quote and leaning over to press his lips against Hanschen’s in an upside down kiss before muttering, “You’re just as hot, but you have a nicer butt.”

The blonde is happy to return the kiss until he hears Ernst’s addition to the quote. He snorts and pulls away to spin around in his chair, resting an arm against the back of it and looking up at Ernst with an eyebrow quirked. His tone is sharp, but the amused grin tugging at the corners of his mouth suggests something else, “Was that a pickup line?” Ernst says nothing, but a rosy blush creeps up his cheeks. Hanschen stands from his seat and moves to slip his arms around Ernst’s waist, tugging him closer and continuing in the same tone as before, “If you use another one like that on me again, I might punch you in the gut.”

With that Hanschen presses a kiss to Ernst’s reddening cheek, chuckling when the brunette pouts and tucks his face against his shoulder.

“Wow, this is not going the way I planned it out in the shower.” Ernst’s arms find their way to circle Hanschen’s neck and he moves to look at Hanschen with wide eyes, his lower lip jutting out slightly.

The blonde shakes his head in amusement and presses his lips against Ernst’s, gently tugging his pouting lower lip between his teeth before muttering, “You planned this in the shower?”

The brunette scrunches his face up and looks away for a moment before giving him a sheepish grin, “I was going to use ‘There’s no word in the dictionary for how good you look’, but a better opportunity arose.”

Hanschen closes his eyes and tilts his head up, exhaling loudly before looking back at Ernst with an endeared smile, “You’re absurd.”

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Okay so that nice drabble list you have posted? Could you write me either number 37 or 47? I request Jack/Davey with angsty angst and lots of emotional kisses. And a hAPPY ENDING pls friend thanks u the best

I’m working on these, but they’re kind of slow going, so please bear with me! You can keep sending me numbers and a pairing if you’d like though. x

37. “Well if that’s how you feel, then leave.”

“I actually fell on my face, it was awful.” Dave finishes recounting his embarrassing tale from his younger days, a rosy tinge coloring his cheeks.

“It couldn’ta been that bad!”

A breeze blows through the rooftop and Jack nestles closer to Davey’s side, resting his head on the boy’s shoulder. Dave’s arm curls around him and traces shapes at the small of his back. The two of them have been like this for some time now, just staring at the night sky and talking about anything and everything that comes to mind.

Davey scrunches his nose up and presses a kiss to Jack’s hair, “I was a mess.”

Jack only shakes his head, nuzzling his face into the crook of Dave’s neck and inhaling deeply. He decides this is what sappy poets are speaking of when they write about unbelievably beautiful individuals and moments they wish could be stretched out into eternity.

A comfortable silence falls between them, lasting for several minutes before Jack’s small voice breaks it, “Dave?”

The other boy only hums in response, tilting his head to look down at Jack.

“What’re we doing?” His eyes meet Davey’s gaze from below his lashes as he tugs his lower lip between his teeth.

Davey’s eyebrows furrow slightly, “Cuddling?”

Jack shakes his head and looks away. He takes a sudden interest in Davey’s shirt, watching intently as his fingers play with the material over his chest. “No, I mean what are we doing.”

He feels Davey’s boy stiffen beneath him, and he almost wishes he hadn’t brought it up at all. He just needs to know if he’s imagining the whole thing, or if whatever is that they have means half as much to the other boy as it does to him.

“You know we aren’t just friends, Dave.”

There’s a long pause as Davey cards his fingers through Jack’s hair. Jack can hear his heart hammering from where he lay against his chest. “And you know we can’t be that.”

The words echo in Jack’s mind as he moves away from Davey and pushes himself up into a sitting position. Hurt is written all over his face as he snaps at Davey, “Well if that’s how you feel, then leave.”

Davey shakes his head quickly and drags his hands over his face. “We both know that’s not what I meant.”

“It’s what ya said! Am I just some fling to you?” Jack wrings his hands in his lap, his eyes flitting down to watch them instead of watching Davey. He doesn’t want him to see how much this pains him.

The statement grabs Dave’s attention and his sits up quickly, moving back beside Jack and placing a hand on his shoulder. He ducks his head, trying to meet Jack’s sad green eyes. “Of course you aren’t a fling, Jackie. It’s just not safe for us.”

“I’m not askin’ ya to tell the world, Dave! I know we can’t do that,” Jack’s tone is loud and exasperated until he shrugs, his anger fading as his voice trembles, “I just need to know I’m not kidding myself here.”

Davey feels as if someone reached into his chest and took ahold of his heart. He hates to see Jack hurting, even more when it’s because of him. He reached over and takes Jack’s face in his hands, lifting his head so he has to look him in the eyes. Dave presses their foreheads together. “Ya aren’t kiddin’ ya’self, Jackie. I’ve got real feelin’s for you. You mean a lot to me.”

The admission stirs up a warm and fuzzy feeling in Jack’s chest. He searches Davey’s bright green eyes for any ounce of regret or deceit, but finds none. “I do?”

The taller boy laughs and runs his thumb along Jack’s cheek, nodding before wrapping him up in his arms and pulling him against his chest, “Ya do.” Still chuckling, he presses his lips first to Jack’s temple, then his cheek, and then the corner of his mouth.

“Don’tcha laugh at me,” Jack grumbles softly. He melts into Dave’s embrace, affectionately nuzzling his lips before looping his arms around the boy’s neck and pulling him in for a kiss.

It may not be safe, but it is real, and that’s enough for Jack.

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Drabble Prompt List

since i don’t feel like writing entire fics today, we’re gonna do drabbles. Send me a prompt number and a character and I’ll hopefully get to writing it today.

1. “Don’t hate me ‘cause I’m beautiful.”

2. “I’m feeling very emotionally vulnerable right now so just hold my damn hand.”

3. “We should get a dog.” “Absolutely not.”

4. “I need you to stop doing that because it’s really adorable and I’m trying to concentrate.”

5. “Damn okay fine, I won’t send you anymore selfies.”

6. “I won’t let anything hurt you.”

7. “I’m personally offended that you accepted that solo mission when you knew that you’d be away from me for four months.”

8. “Am I annoying?”

9. “When you’re sad, I’m sad, and then we’re all sad.”

10. “No, no. Not the puppy dog eyes, don’t you fucking dare. Dammit.”

11. “Prove it.”

12. “If you use another pick-up line like that on me again I might punch you in the gut.”

13. “You’re telling me you’ve never been to Ikea?!”

14. “Tell me you need me.”

15. “I’m sorry, it’s just, you make me k-kinda nervous, and, wow, is it hot in here?”

16. “I ship us.”

17. “You make my dopamine levels surge.”

18. “I will never leave you by yourself.”

19. “It’s starting to kind of hurt my heart that you don’t say I love you back.”

20. “You’re jealous of who?!”

21. “Stop looking at me like I’m your everything.”

22. “You’ll catch me, right?”

23. “Did you seriously just ask me that?”

24. “Well that was immensely attractive.”

25.  “If you touch her I will end you.”

26. “You’re a fucking child.” “I simply suggested that we should go splash in the puddles outside, damn.”

27. “You look so great, I might cry.”

28. “I can cook Pizza Rolls and Cup O’ Noodles and that’s about it.”

29. “Shut up, I’m hilarious.”

30. “Mine.”

31. “Having something you can’t bear to lose is fucking scary.”

32. “I don’t want to go, your dad doesn’t like me.”

33. “Salad? Do I look like a fucking rabbit.”

34. “I don’t tell you I love you enough.”

35. “I’m not clingy, I just like being near you all the time.”

36. “Baby, I will never stop trying to help you see your beauty.”

37. “Well if that’s how you feel, then leave.”

38. “That can’t be legal.”

39. “I would just like to remind you that I love you before I destroy you in laser tag.”

40. “Wow okay, this is not going the way I planned it out in the shower.”

41. “I don’t deserve you.”

42. “I’ve never been happier in my life.”

43. “My side of the wedding party is much cooler than your’s.”

44. “You’re dangerously gorgeous.”

45. “I should be the only one making you happy.”

46. “All I want is to be everything you need.”

47. “Please come home, I miss you.”

48. “You’re a very different drunk than I thought you’d be.”

49. “I fucking adore you.”

50. “Of course we’re not going to duet a Disney son-” “mY wHOLe liFE Has beEn A sERieS of dOors IN mY FAcE.”

51. Author’s Preference

[fictionandfantasies]

hanschen is a busy law student and ernst is a art major the two collide one day on campus while running late and everything gets ruined with paint? or along those lines you're a fantastic writer

First of all, thank you, thank you. You’re too kind! I couldn’t come up with a good way for them to meet again that wouldn’t be terribly out of character for either of them, so I decided to leave it at the end. But if you have an idea for a scenario for them to meet again, I’d be happy to continue it! I hope you like it :)

The shared stress of finals season at university is known to unite students no matter their major. No one questions the kid running across campus at 7 AM still in their pajamas, or the ones who fall asleep in the library in the wee hours of the morning. Students everywhere are one triumph away from putting another semester behind them, or an inch away from disaster.

It’s amidst this chaos that Ernst is trying to make it to the art building on the other side of campus to deliver his final project for Intro to Painting. The scatter-brained artist stereotype had gotten the best of him this week when he managed to mix up the due date for this class with the one for his English paper. He didn’t even realize it until the day before when he finished the paper and turned it into the professor, who commented on his impressive initiative for turning it in a full four days early. A sleepless night and too many cups of tea later, he finds himself speed walking along the sidewalk in front of the law building with a still wet painting.

Ernst just about breathes a sigh of relief that he’s going to make it with minutes to spare. He’s thinking ahead to the long nap he’s going to take when he gets home when he suddenly collides with someone who had been walking the other way.

“Will you watch where you’re going?” The voice is sharp and definitely masculine.

Ernst looks up to see one of the most beautiful individuals he’s ever seen. If he weren’t in such a hurry, he’d definitely want to appreciate the view. However, he notices that the blonde boy’s sharp features are contorted in a distinctly unhappy glare directed at him.

That’s enough to snap Ernst back to his senses as he attempts to stutter out an apology. “I’m so sorry- I just- I’m trying to get thi- oh no.”

His attention is captured by the front of the boy’s clothes and papers. When their bodies collided, Ernst’s wet painting got caught up in the tangle, not only getting ruined, but smearing paint all over the handsome stranger.

“You’ve… got… paint…” Ernst is quiet as he takes a step back and bites his lip. He can’t believe that all the work he put into this painting just went down the drain, or rather, all over this stranger.

The blonde boy looks down, seeing his once pristine pair of trousers and white button up shirt slathered with various bright colors of paint. He closes his eyes and sets his jaw, exhaling loudly. “This isn’t happening.”

When he opens his eyes again, they’re glaring icy daggers at Ernst.

Ernst finds himself cowering slightly at the menacing look. “I’m sorry! I was in a rush and I didn’t see you and–”

“Just don’t.” The blonde cards through his paint splattered papers before glances over them to find the brunette still standing in front of him. He glances between Ernst and the smeared painting. “Good luck with… that.”

With that, the mysterious blonde turns around and hurries off in the direction he came from. Ernst gapes after him, feeling both captivated by the attractive stranger and also a little afraid of him. He snaps out of his trance and examines his wrecked project with a groan. How is he supposed to explain this?