#Ship Fic

[vampirekiramman]

HER TREMBLING HANDS | violyn

synopsis: ever since the day vi’s sister died, her hands haven’t stopped shaking. the only thing that can steady her nerves is caitlyn. so, when she can’t stop shaking, she asks cait to hold her— and she does. of course, she does.

details: ptsd!vi x caitlyn | post-s2e9 | hurt/comfort, angst, and a little bit of fluff

content warning(s): trauma, mentions of death

word count: 1.2k words

It started with a noise, as it often did. Vi couldn’t remember exactly what caused it. Maybe she had knocked over a vase, or dropped a plate. It didn’t matter. Whatever it was, it hit the ground with a thud and the sound of glass shattering into a million little pieces, and that was all it took.

She felt it coming on slow after the initial shock. She bent down with a broom— Where did she get a broom?— and started sweeping the broken glass into a dustpan. Her palms had started to sweat, making it difficult to get a good grip on the wooden shaft of the broom. Her fingers kept slipping down, no matter how many times she let go and grasped it again, firmer each time. Her hands started to shake, the bits of glass she had managed to sweep into the dustpan falling back onto the floor with every tremor.

She closed her eyes and cursed, “Damn.” It was hard to force the word out of her throat. Her breath had started quickening, her chest tightening and a lump forming in her chest. She squeezed her eyes tighter and dropped the broom, clutching her chest. As it clamored to the ground with a series of bangs, that was the moment it hit her.

‘Vi, you can’t save him.’

She knew it to be true. Still, she lifted Vander’s face into the palm of her hand one last time, and sobbed.

‘Vi!’

Her sister’s scream cut across the room like a gunshot, louder in her ears, even, than the sound of Vander’s roars. He pounded on the metal platform beneath her. Boom, boom, boom. She stared up at him, bracing herself for what comes next. It never came.

There she was: Jinx, protecting Vi like how Vi had protected her their whole lives. Vi grabbed her hand as she careened off the edge of the platform, holding her like she was water slipping through her fingers. That’s what she had been the whole time, wasn’t it?

The platform creaked and groaned, Vander’s viscous growls echoing off the walls from beneath them. She felt the metal slipping, the bolts coming loose. Still, she held on.

‘Always with you, sis.’

For a moment, she swore it was Powder’s voice she heard. And then she was gone.

Vi fell to her knees and heaved. She knew she couldn’t have saved Vander. She knew that, but she just had to go to him, anyways, didn’t she? Jinx was right. She couldn’t save him. But maybe she could have saved her.

A guttural scream escaped from her then, coming from somewhere deep inside of her that she had locked away long ago. She rolled onto her back, just like she did that day, and sobbed, echoes of the sound bouncing off the walls around her.

“Vi,” a voice called— Was it Jinx? Was she finally here, ready to take Vi with her?—, then spoke, softly and closer to her ear, “Are you okay, Violet?”

There was only one person left alive that called her that. She opened her eyes and, through the sting of tears, saw Caitlyn crouched over her.

“No. No, no, no. She’s gone, Cait,” she choked out.

“I know,” Caitlyn whispered, sitting down beside her, “I know. Can you sit up? You’re laying in broken glass.”

She pulled herself off the ground and turned her head over her shoulder, shards of glass that had been crushed into tiny bits under her weight and little drops of blood covering the floor. She felt Caitlyn’s hand hovering over her back for a moment. She gave her a nod, and she felt her brushing the glass that had stuck to her body off of her with her fingertips.

Caitlyn put her arm around her shoulder, leaning on her shoulder. “It’s okay. It’s over now. You’re here,” she murmured into Vi’s skin.

“I’m here,” Vi repeated, trying to force herself to believe the words.

She listened to the slow inhale and exhale of Caitlyn’s breathing beside her. She let her eyes bounce off of the walls of the home in Piltover she now shared with her. Framed and hung up were paintings Ekko had made of them all— Vander, Mylo, Claggor, and Powder. Even one of Jinx. She took a deep breath and inhaled the scent of Caitlyn’s perfume. She smelled like cherry blossoms and warm vanilla.

Slowly, she looked down at her hands, turning them over once, then twice, taking note of how her wrists creaked and her fingers trembled.

“I don’t know what happened,” she said, finally. Caitlyn perked her head up to listen. “One minute, I’m cleaning up, and the next I’m back there. I can’t even sweep anymore. My hands- Look. Look at them. I can’t even hold a broom.”

She lifted both of her shaky hands up at the same time and let out a breathy laugh that served only to mask a broken sob. Caitlyn inched closer to her and took Vi’s hands into hers, kissing every knuckle, soft and chaste.

“Then let me doing the cleaning for a while. You can’t be expected to recover from something like that so soon,” she said.

Vi started to shake her head and opened her mouth to argue, to tell her that she didn’t have to do that, and that she should be over it by now.

Before she could get a word out, though, Caitlyn said, “Sometimes, I can still see my mother in her casket, right before we buried her. I’ll see something that reminds me of her and, instead of thinking of all the good times I had with her when she was still here, that’s the only thing I can seem to remember. It’s awful, to live without them. But we have to keep living for them.”

All Vi could focus on was how beautiful Caitlyn was in that moment, not because of how she looked, but because how she saw Vi, really saw her. Whenever she had racked her mind for memories of Powder, in the days before Jinx had ever been created, she always circled back to that final moment. Not the one where she died, but the one where she wished she had. Sobbing on the ground, screaming for her, all while Vi was getting dragged away by an enforcer. The look on her little round face when she had said those words to her. You’re a jinx. Seven years she had spent away from her—, seven years she could never get back—, and when she finally reunited with her, she slipped away from her again before she could even say goodbye.

She knew Jinx would’ve wanted her to keep living without her. She hoped that Powder would’ve wanted that, too.

She didn’t realize how tightly she was squeezing Caitlyn’s hand until she looked down and saw her knuckles turning white. Caitlyn’s fingers were bright red and undoubtedly aching under Vi’s grip, but she didn’t let go. They were alike in that way. They never let go of anything, or anyone.

Vi leaned in for a slow, gentle kiss, softening her grip but still holding Caitlyn’s hands. When she pulled away, she smiled softly and said, “Look. They stopped shaking.”

“Maybe you can hand me that broom and help me clean this mess up, then,” she laughed.

“Only if you’re the one doing the cleaning,” she bit back, tossing the broom into Caitlyn’s hands with a wink, “Cupcake.”

[liiizzard]

ok while i am impatiently waiting for chapter 25 of silver bells im trying to start actually planning out my lovebug au. i have a couple things planned and the first little bit written but other than that realy not a lot.

i really want to get into the like super awkwardness that might follow after the effects have worn off and like the self doubt i guess and anxiety over what the other is thinking i want it to be angsty lol

i am a huge sucker for tropes and i’m trying to figure out what i want to include in this so please please leave any ideas or suggestions i would love to hear yalls feedback !

[hannah-lou]

🍃THE RIVERS EDGE🍃

Just a Noa/Mae drabble I came up with this evening, I might continue it 🤭

@nomae-week-2024

-adult content-

-18+

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It had been approximately three months. After Mae left Noa that day, she couldn’t stop thinking about him and how she felt protected with him around, wishing she would one day, by coincidence, stumble across him.

She wasn’t really welcome back with the humans due to being immune to the simian flu but still at risk of carrying it. She felt more alone than ever and missed Noa terribly.

She clung onto the symbol that Noa gave to her with one hand as it rested against her chest and held onto the reigns tightly with the other as she travelled on horseback through the forest in the hopes of finding a safe place to settle for the evening.

She took a deep breath and looked up at the trees as she travelled, the golden sun rays shone onto the ground and danced with the movement of the leaves. Looking to her left, she saw the faint sparkle of a river.

Slowing her horse down to a stop and dismounting, she walked over to the riverbank and looked around, listening to the gentle flow of water along with the birds singing. She closed her eyes, and the golden shimmers sparkled onto her face, but she still struggled to shake Noa from her mind.

Unknowingly to Mae, Noa was close by, he dismounted from his horse and looked around, making sure that it was safe to camp out there for the night.

Mae stood up, finally deciding that she wanted to bathe. She began taking off her clothes, unaware of Noa standing not too far away, and he wasn’t aware of her presence yet either.

Noa crouched down and set up his sleeping place, eventually satisfied that it looked comfortable enough, although he wasn’t too fussed about sleeping on hard ground. He smiled with approval but stopped abruptly when he heard rustling not too far from him. Glancing up, his eyebrows quickly lowered when he saw movement. Then, when his eyes finally adjusted, he saw her, the pale skin that seemed to glow in the suns rays.

Mae slowly stepped into the river, her breath quickening with the sudden temperature change, she stood there for a moment to get used to the cold water.

Noa’s eyes widened, he wasn’t sure what to do, if course he was glad to see her. But as he stood completely still and watched, the feelings from when he last saw her came flooding back. Scolding himself that she wasn’t of his kind, he couldnt help but stare for a little too long, it had definitely caught him off guard, but after observing for a while, he finally made the decision to grab his blanket from his saddle and walk over to her. Was it a mistake? He didn’t know, didn't exactly care either. He just wanted to get a better look.

Mae sank lower and lower into the river until all that was showing was her head, she hummed softly with relaxation. Unknowingly to her, Noa slowly edged closer, his eyes narrowing with curiosity as he watched her lean back and close her eyes whilst the gentle lapping of water covered her.

Noa reached the waters edge and crouched down. A feeling quickly came over him that he had never felt before, and the faint sound of his intrigued grunts escaped his throat.

As he laid the blanket onto the grass for Mae to step out onto, his eyes never left her. Tilting his head, he was completely mesmerised and not able to break away from the urge of wanting to see more of her. he couldn’t help it. His eyes narrowed to try and get a better look, but the waters shimmers made it impossible for him to see the details on her chest.

Mae opened her eyes slowly, and the suns brightness made her squint. Sitting up and giving her eyes time to adjust until she could see clear enough, she looked at the riverbank and noticed the blanket that Noa had laid out. Smiling, she instantly realised it was his, and stepped out onto the bank.

 

 Noa stood with his back against a tree, his mind racing. Experiencing this feeling he had never felt before made him question a lot of things, causing him to let out an irritated sigh. He didn’t look at her, not once. He was lost in wondering why he felt these certain feelings towards her. Scrunching up his nose and repeating the phrase;

“She is... a human”

Mae looked at him as she dried herself the best she could with the blanket. She walked over to her horse and began putting on her clothes until Noa cleared his throat, making her pause.

 

“she is... beautiful” he said, still looking away from her.

“Huh?” She spun around to face him, raising a brow.

His gaze darted from left to right until he finally composed himself enough to ask “you are... camping here, too?”.

Mae nodded but was in shock. She had wanted to see him again for so long but could only manage to gawk at him with, was he taller than before? She could see from his side that he was wearing more feathers underneath his arm cuff.

Walking closer to him, she had the realisation that she was naked, but Noa was an ape. He surely wouldn’t care, right?

“I thought I smelt too terrible to be around, Noa?” She taunted.

He smirked as his green eyes cautiously trailed in her direction but still unable to look directly at her “You bathed... there is... an excuse”

He turned to face her, and seeing her uncovered caused him to hold his breath. It almost made him want to pounce on her there and then. He wondered what this feeling was. Why did he feel this way for a human? He turned away and wrinkled his nose, trying to shake it off.

Mae turned and picked up her clothes, leaving Noa to his instinct but unknowingly to her, it was growing too strong for him, he glanced up at her body and the sudden vision of him pinning her to a tree and biting onto her collarbone sent him into a spin. He shook his head quickly, trying to snap himself out of it.

“So why are you out here?” Mae asked, but was startled when she turned back around and bumped into him. Noa had moved closer to her without her knowledge.

She looked up at him and saw his emerald eyes staring down at her. Before she could speak, the fur on his torso brushed off of her bare breasts, causing her to shudder. She gulped uncontrollably and dropped her clothes, wondering if it was really happening.

Mae knew that this fantasy had been swirling around her mind for such a long time, but now, the feeling she had was almost too much.

Noa kept his eyes on her “you are... beautiful” he spoke in a low gravelly whisper.

Mae didn’t reply, she stood there holding her breath and staring up at him and feeling his hand touch softly against hers, she knew that it was dangerous, but now hearing him growl as he leaned closer to her made her realise that he felt the exact same way for her.

[gothamite-rambler]

Burritos and Sex

Jason Todd groggily awoke to the sound of relentless knocking at his front door. Too tired to bother with getting dressed, he opted to throw on the bare minimum before shuffling to the entrance.

When he swung the door open, he was met with a sight that jolted him further awake: Rose stood there in jeans and a T-shirt, a bag of breakfast burritos in hand. The unexpected sight of Jason barely dressed nearly made her drop the bag of food.

Rose (eager): Good morning!

Jason (yawning): Not really.

Rose (flirtatiously): You are rocking the Calvin Kleins.

Jason looked at his worn boxer-briefs.

Jason (shrugging): They're old, but thanks.

Rose (eyeing Jason's body): Man... I feel overdressed.

Jason (sincere): You look nice though.

Rose sighed, feeling warmth spread through her despite it being fall. Jason yawned, still exhausted from last night’s mission.

Jason (looking at the bag in her hand): You brought me breakfast?

Rose: Yeah, we can eat in 20 minutes.

Rose stepped into Jason's apartment, shutting the door firmly before he could say a word.

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Twenty minutes later, Rose emerged from Jason's bedroom clad in one of his sweatshirts, with just her underwear underneath. She stretched, a satisfied grin on her face.

Rose: Whew, what a way to start a morning.

Jason stumbled out of his room, gripping the doorway with one hand, looking both flustered and content.

Jason: Yep, I’m awake.

Rose laughed softly, tossing him a breakfast burrito.

Rose: I swear, you doing that with your tongue twirling—damn.

Jason blushed, scratching the back of his head.

Jason: I had time to practice.

Rose: By the way, I literally just came over for breakfast, but then you opened the door in those boxer briefs, six-pack and all, looking tired.

Jason: Whatever reason you had for coming over is fine by me—I definitely needed that wake-up call.

Jason took a bite of his burrito as Rose leaned in and kissed him on the cheek.

Rose: I’m keeping this sweatshirt.

Jason: Oh come on, that was a gift!

Rose feigned innocence, a playful smile on her lips.

Rose: Aww, thanks for the gift.

Jason: You’re lucky you’re cute and really good at what you did in there.

Rose smirked, playfully teasing.

Rose: I had some help.

They shared a quick kiss, then made their way to the couch, ready to enjoy their morning burritos on a relaxing day off.

[phantobats]

Since Lee has infected me with Jaime x Jason brainrot, I have come back with a small fluffy piece of Jaime patching Jason up:

Jaime had barely settled in for the night when the knock on his door sent a ripple of unease through him. It was Jason—he could tell from the rhythm of the knock—but there was something different about it tonight, softer, almost hesitant. When Jaime opened the door, his heart stuttered.

Jason stood there, battered and bruised, his red helmet clutched under one arm, his leather jacket torn in several places, and his hands bloodied. The normally unbreakable Red Hood looked worn, his usual sharpness dulled by exhaustion and pain.

“Hey, Blue,” Jason rasped, forcing a smirk despite the clear strain. “Ran into a bit of trouble.”

“¡Dios mío, Jason!” Jaime’s voice trembled with concern as he closed the distance between them, his arms instinctively wrapping around Jason’s waist to steady him. “What happened? You look—” His voice caught in his throat as he took in the full extent of Jason’s injuries. “You look like you went through hell.”

Jason’s attempt at a grin faltered, replaced by a weary shrug. “Nothing I couldn’t handle, cariño. Just another night in Gotham.”

Jaime’s brow furrowed as he helped Jason inside, the warmth of the apartment quickly replacing the cold Gotham night. “No más excusas, amor. You’re letting me take care of this. Come on.” His voice held a softness that Jason could never resist, even when he was stubborn enough to pretend he didn’t need help.

Guiding Jason towards the bathroom, Jaime kept an arm securely around his waist. The weight of Jason’s injuries seemed heavier than usual tonight, like it wasn’t just his body that was battered, but something deeper. As they reached the bright light of the bathroom, the full extent of Jason’s bruises and cuts became heartbreakingly clear—dark purple swelling beneath his ribs, a fresh gash across his eyebrow, and more scars forming from what must have been a brutal patrol.

Jaime turned on the faucet, letting warm water flow into the tub, its soft hiss filling the room. “Sit down, por favor. You’re a mess, and I’m not letting you get away without a proper bath.” His voice was gentle but resolute, a mixture of worry and tenderness threaded through every word. As Jason sat on the edge of the tub, Jaime kneeled beside him, unfastening the buckles of his torn jacket and peeling it away from his body with care.

Jason winced as the leather slid off his bruised shoulders, but he stayed quiet, watching Jaime with an unreadable expression. “You don’t have to do all this,” he muttered, though the usual bite in his words was softened by something warmer. “I’m not that fragile.”

Jaime’s hands paused, his eyes meeting Jason’s with a softness that made Jason’s breath hitch. “You may not be fragile, but you’re mine. And I worry about you, corazón,” he murmured, brushing a thumb lightly over Jason’s jaw before turning back to the task at hand. “I can’t just stand by when you come to me looking like this.”

The warm water continued to rise, filling the room with the scent of lavender, an oil Jaime had poured in despite knowing Jason would poke fun at it later. As the tub filled, Jaime helped Jason ease out of the rest of his suit, his movements tender and deliberate, careful not to aggravate any of his wounds.

“Lavender?” Jason arched an eyebrow, his lips twitching with the hint of a smirk. “Really, Blue?”

Jaime chuckled softly, his fingers brushing lightly over a particularly dark bruise. “Sí. You need it. It’ll help you relax. Besides,” he added, a playful lilt in his voice, “I like when you smell nice.”

A genuine smile tugged at Jason’s lips, the tension in his shoulders easing slightly. “You spoil me, you know that?”

Jaime dipped a cloth into the warm water, wringing it out before gently running it over Jason’s bruised skin. “Alguien tiene que hacerlo. You won’t take care of yourself,” he said softly, though the playful reprimand was laced with affection. His touch was featherlight, wiping away the grime and blood of the night with care, as though he could somehow wash away all of Jason’s pain.

Jason closed his eyes, a sigh escaping his lips as he leaned back, letting the warmth of the bath and the comfort of Jaime’s touch soothe him. “I don’t deserve you,” he mumbled under his breath, the vulnerability in his voice cutting through the air like a whisper of something fragile.

“Shh,” Jaime responded, his fingers threading through Jason’s damp hair, massaging his scalp with soft, rhythmic strokes. “Don’t say that. Eres mi vida, Jason. You deserve every bit of care I give you.” His voice dropped to a whisper as he leaned forward, pressing a kiss to Jason’s temple. “You’ve been fighting for so long, but you don’t have to fight me, ¿entiendes?”

Jason’s hand found Jaime’s, his thumb brushing over the knuckles as his heart swelled with a quiet ache he didn’t know how to put into words. “I’m trying,” he murmured, his voice barely audible. “I just… I’m not used to this.”

Jaime’s smile was soft, almost sad, as he continued tending to the bruises on Jason’s chest, his hands moving with the practiced ease of someone who had done this many times before. “You don’t have to be used to it yet. Just let me take care of you.”

As Jaime worked, Jason felt the weight of the night gradually lift from his chest. The bruises and cuts still stung, but they felt lighter now, as though Jaime’s touch had smoothed over the edges of his pain. His body relaxed under the soothing warmth of the water, the scent of lavender wrapping around him like a cocoon.

“You know,” Jason said quietly after a few moments, his voice softened by the drowsy comfort of the bath, “I always thought I didn’t need this—someone to patch me up, someone who worries.” He opened his eyes, looking at Jaime with a rare vulnerability. “But you… you make it hard not to want it.”

Jaime’s heart fluttered at the words, his chest tightening with a mixture of love and tenderness. He leaned forward, cupping Jason’s cheek in his hand as he pressed a kiss to his lips—gentle, slow, and full of quiet promises. “That’s because you do need it, Jay. And I’m here.”

Jason’s eyes fluttered shut, a sigh escaping his lips as he melted into the kiss, his hand resting on Jaime’s, grounding himself in the warmth of his touch. “Lucky me, huh?” he whispered, a small smile tugging at his lips. “I’ve got the best guy looking out for me.”

“You’re not wrong,” Jaime teased softly, brushing his thumb over Jason’s cheekbone before pulling back slightly. “But next time, try not to make me worry so much, yeah?”

Jason chuckled, the sound low and soft as it reverberated through his chest. “I’ll try, bebé. No promises, but I’ll try.”

Satisfied with that, Jaime helped him out of the tub, wrapping him in a towel before guiding him to bed. As Jason sank into the mattress, Jaime slipped in beside him, curling into his side, his head resting on Jason’s chest. Jason’s arms instinctively wrapped around him, holding him close as his thumb idly stroked Jaime’s back.

“Te quiero, Jaime,” Jason whispered into the quiet, his voice filled with a rare, unguarded warmth.

Jaime smiled against his chest, pressing a soft kiss to Jason’s skin. “Te quiero también, Jay. Now rest, mi amor. You’re safe.”

And as the night settled around them, Jason let himself finally believe it—safe, in Jaime’s arms, where the world and its weight couldn’t touch him.

[kissoflightning]

Me literally every time I read a ship fic, knowing that in 99% of those, the characters end up kissing at some point:

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH OMG THEY KISSED!!!!

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[we-ezer]

PERCICO AU

after the second war ends Percy feels lost. he is going to school in new Rome with annabeth and majoring in marine biology but just isn't feeling it. then he takes a required art history class and falls in love. they are looking at some original works and Percy can feel and see the under layers with his powers. the paintings completely change with this aspect of his powers. the plain white statues scattered around new Rome are suddenly brightly colored. he wants to restore these works, but feels that he's too dumb to bc he's not the "smart" one in any of his relationships. he finally tells annabeth about his new interest and she fully supports it, saying she's excited for him and he can be interested in anything he wants to.

bc he's doing so well in art history (and feels like his powers are just tools to help him and not just giving him the answers like in marine biology), he switches majors. the professor offers him and some other students the opportunity to travel with them to Italy and Greece the coming summer to take an intensive course in learned art restoration. Percy is very excited but wonders if his mom and annabeth will be okay with him leaving again. they both give their blessings, with visible reluctance from annabeth. she just got him back and she did support his new interest but he's leaving again... Percy promises to stay in touch with IM.

the first leg of the trip is in Rome then Florence then Venice. there Percy runs into Nico. he is showing hazel around his hometown and Percy remembers hazel saying she would be going there that summer. Percy and hazel hug and hazel offers for Percy to go around with them. Percy looks at Nico and declines, not wanting to intrude (and make things awkward for Nico). Nico however speaks up and insists he should come. Percy acquiesces and they spend the day going around together. Percy points out what he knows of the art aspect whilst Nico gives the history he remembers. Nico and hazel are impressed by what Percy has been up to. whilst hazel goes to get them gelato, Percy and Nico sit at the edge of a canal. Percy compliments Nico on his hometown and Nico thanks him for accompanying them. they have a quiet moment together.

then a sea monster pulls Nico into the water.

[cumulo-stratus]

Embrace[s.r]

spencer doesnt feel like hes anything more than his intelligence, but ethan proves him wrong.

WARNINGS- angst, internalized homophobia, self esteem issues, crying, mentions of mommy issues

college au!Ethan x college au!spencer reid ][ hurt/comfort ][ masterlist!!

a/n- ok this is actually my first ship fic and im so excited!! i've been obsessed with Ethan x spencer ever since i started writing this! hope y'all enjoy reading as much as i enjoyed writing <3

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there was a soft breeze drifting through the window ruffling the non-existent curtains that no college student was going to spend their little money on. Instead there were some cheap shades provided by the university.

Ethan never minded his small means, his small dorm with a small bed despite being in his junior year. The bed was big enough to fit him and Spencer and that's all he cared about.

but tonight, in the dark room they weren't sitting on top together- no Spencer was hunched over himself his body wracking sob after sob, and ethan’s arms wrapped around him. they left comforting circles on his back, and squeezed spencer tightly against his chest.

the darkened room left both boys faces wailed by shadows, hiding spencers tear track stained cheeks from his best friend.

ethan’s hushed voice was deafening over the silence of the tiny dorm room. He whispered quiet small nothings into spencers ear.

spencers cheek was smushed into his best friends shoulder, and his face was in ethan’s neck, breathing in the familiar scent of his worn university sweatshirt.

spencers knees were pulled to his chest in a self soothing motion, and ethan’s arm wrapped around the ball of spencer in his lap. Spencer also had his arms wrapped tightly around ethan’s waist, white knuckle gripping the back of his sweatshirt.

spencer had never felt worth more than when he was with Ethan. Ethan saw him for more than a 187 IQ or a multiple degree nerd. To Ethan, spencer was a man who had humor, deep empathy, and so so much love to give.

And it was nights like these were sometimes spencer needed a little help remembering that.

after all, thats what best friends are for right?

by two am, spencers body didn’t have any more tears to cry. He was a tired cookie sinking into his best friend’s arms.

“i, im sorry,”

spencer sounded hesitant, voice still shaky and throat still frogged. Ethan only chuckled lightly to himself, causing spencers eyebrows to knit together slightly and his head to perk up from its place on the other boys shoulder at the sound.

“spencer you've nothin to be sorry for” ethan’s soothing drawl lulled spencers worries along with the bashful smile he held for the idiotic genius in front of him.

this caused a small smile to crawl its way onto spencers lips and a blush on his cheeks.

“everyone needs a lil’ reassurance sometimes- even geniuses like you spence,”

spence. only Ethan called him spence. spencer liked when ethan called him that. the only other person who had a nickname for him was his mother, and thats a whole other can of worms filled with mommy issues we dont have time for.

these reassuring words caused the aforementioned smile to grow on his lips a centimeter or two. Spencer had now raised his head to look directly at Ethan. Their faces were so close, they could feel each others breath warming the others’ lips.

Ethan couldn't help but let his eyes drift downwards to spencer’s pink lips, the moment getting the better of him. the young genius was too busy staring into ethan’s beautiful deep brown eyes.

the bearded man tentatively lifted a hand to spencers cheek. he cupped it gently, his thumb rubbing away the tear tracks littering spencers soft cheeks. Ethan could feel the heat rising to his already warm cheeks.

this caused spencer to smile a bit, his eyes crinkling slightly from joy and bashfulness. they reminded themselves of school girls, blushing and grinning for eachother.

Ethan leaned in closer without actually touching spencers face with his, if that was possible. though it was spencer who took the final leap to close the gap.

Spencers lips felt exactly how Ethan had imagined them for months, the kiss feeling electric as they danced. Ethan had been pining for his best friend for months, but this whole experience was new for spencer. He had never really kissed anyone, and he had never really imagined it being with a man. but it felt right. like so many things had just clicked into place and spencer felt at peace in ethan’s arms

finally pulling away air, they both grinned big bashful smiles at each other. “that was nice, i like doing that. i like kissing you.” Spencer the ever logical man of science stated them as facts, though the hearts in his eyes were far from logical.

“can i kiss you again?” Ethan phrased it more like a statement than a question, but the offer still stood. instead of a response, Ethan got a kiss, which i guess one could say is a response. this time neither was caught off guard, and they could enjoy it more.

spencer felt fireworks behind his eyes to say the least.

when the pair reluctantly pulled away for air again, Ethan couldn't help but stare into spencer blown, honey brown pupils. Thais caused spencer to blush, a warmth creeping up his cheeks, blending with the buzzing lingering on his lips left by ethan’s own lips.

“i like you, ethan, like a lot”

ethan chuckled a bit, not at spencers admittance, but at the fact he fel the need to say it. “oh really spence, we practically just made out. but for the record i like you to, like a lot” Ethan had a warm smile fas as he spoke, looking down at spencer, who was still resting the side of his head against ethan’s shoulder.

spencer blushed a little when Ethan called him out, but knew he only meant it lovingly. though lovingly was the only way ethan ever spoke to spencer.

Even before spencer collapsed into his arms crying when he came over to vent about classwork, even before Ethan comforted him with no hesitation, and even before they practically made out. which was why Ethan felt the need to support

“hey spence?”

“ya?”

“you know it’s okay that you kissed a guy, ive known i was into guys since freshman year, its okay.”

spencer looked down, fiddling with his fingers like he always did. Ethan took the opportunity to take spencers hands in his. “hey, honey, look at me, it’s okay.” spencer darted his eyes up to Ethan’s and he said with an obvious frog in his throat “its okay that I kissed you, its okay that im in love with you.”

ethan’s smile was warm at spencer’s words, and he placed a peck on his cheek. “thank you handsome, thats all i wanted to hear.” spencer was even more blushy at the pet name, leaning farther into ethan’s shoulder in the hopes of obscuring his face in the other boys sweater.

“you know if your in love with me, then i think that means we should be boyfriends, right?” Ethan had a playful tone, but the questions till stood.

“i think so too, boyfriend.” spencer spoke joyfully, a smile on his face as he placed one last kiss on his now boyfriends lips.

without any other words said the new couple laid down together. spencer laid with his back resting against his boyfriends chest as he curled in on himself.

Ethan took the opportunity as the big spoon to rest in face in spencers hair, the smell of his hair gel bringing comfort.

Spencer fell asleep to the sound of ethan’s breathing and the feeling of his boyfriend’s warmth against their skin. He felt like more than enough in ethan’s arms, in ethan’s embrace.

The End

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[boldlyspeedydreamerreturns]

VoxVal fic time.

Was supposed to post this last week, but the new episodes came out and I got distracted. This was actually a request from a mutual. Enjoy 😊

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Vox threw open the door of his bedroom and flopped down on the large bed with a groan. It had been a very long day. It seemed like every other time he turned around something else was going wrong or someone needed his attention. His battery was almost completely drained. He laid there motionless for several minutes trying to decide if he should make the effort to put on his pajamas or just pass out. He heard the door open and close again. He barely turned his head enough to see Valentino standing beside the bed.

“Vox? You alive? You're on my side again, roll over.”

“Roll me over yourself, I'm too tired.” Val huffed and sat on the edge of the bed next to Vox.

“Long day?” Vox rolled his eyes at Val’s question.

“No, not at all. Why do you ask?”

“No need to get sarcastic, brat.”

“Val please…I'm really not in the mood right now.” Vox turned his head to be face down on the pillow. Valentino sighed and stood up, walking over to the other side of the bed and getting in next to Vox.

“Hey…” Val put a hand on Vox’s back, making the TV demon look up at him.

“You…want me to do that thing you like? You know, that always makes you smile.” Vox knew exactly what Val was talking about.

“Don't you dare. I'm not in the mood to have my circuits overloaded.” Valentino took this as a challenge, moving his hand up and down Vox’s back playfully.

“Are you sure, sweetie? You always like it.” Vox curled his body away from Val's touch.

“Seriously Val, it's been…a day. I just wanna relax.” Val sighed again and laid down next to Vox, inching closer to him.

“Fine fine, I won't do it. Do you want to talk about it?”

“Not really. Right now I just want some quiet.” Val wrapped all four of his arms around Vox, pulling him close, making Vox the little spoon. Vox sighed and let himself relax against Valentino. The two stayed that way for a long while until Vox turned around, tucking his screen head under Val's chin.

“I'm really tired, Val.”

“Then take a nap, Voxxy. I'll be here when you wake up.”

“No, that's not what I mean. I just…” Vox felt himself starting to shake. He hugged onto Valentino tighter.

“I'm tired of everything. Of the company, of the attention, of the responsibility, everything. I just…wanna disappear.” Val was shocked by Vox's confession. Valentino rubbed his back gently.

“Vox…please don't. I know everything can be overwhelming. Fuck, I have no room to talk, I'm overwhelmed all the time. But…if you disappeared…” Vox looked up just in time to see tears pricking in the corners of Valentino’s eyes.

“Val…”

“I know I can be an ass. I know I don't always take things seriously and sometimes…I take you for granted. But, I don't know what I'd do with myself if you were just…gone. I'm sorry.” Vox reached up, wiping away the tears from Val's eyes.

“I love you, Vox. I know I don't say it enough, but I do. And I'll say it more if you want. Just…please don't talk like that again…please.” Vox sighed softly and curled up against Valentino more.

“I love you too, Valentino. More than I probably should, but still, I love you. And…I'm sorry if I scared you just now. I do want to disappear sometimes. To just go away and not think about the responsibilities that are constantly on my shoulders. But…I won't actually leave. Not if it means leaving you behind.” Vox smiled up at Val. Valentino smiled back, leaning down and kissing Vox’s screen where his mouth was.

Val kissed all over Vox's screen, making the TV demon laugh. They stayed in each other's arms for a long while.

“If you ever do actually decide to leave everything behind, let me know so I can follow you. We'll disappear together. Velvet can handle things on her own.” Vox laughed again at Valentino's words.

“Maybe it's not disappearing completely, but I could definitely use a vacation at the very least.” Vox tucked his head back under Val's chin. Valentino smiled and hugged Vox tighter.

“I could get on board with that. Things have been insane in the studio lately.” The two shared a laugh. Vox yawned.

“Something to talk about later. I really do need to get some rest.”

“Alright my love. Sleep well.” Val kissed Vox one more time before getting comfortable, pulling the blanket over them, both slowly falling asleep.

Neither seemed to notice they were both still in their regular clothes, but it didn't seem to matter.

[cosmopolitan-thedrink]

Way Too Long

Another Destiel fic bc I'm obsessed with them

Warnings- hurt and comfort, i'm not sure how to tag this lol it's just dean and cas loving on each other

There’s a soft but sharp knock on the door of the bunker. Dean's head perks up because he’s not expecting anyone. He's immediately suspicious and grabs the gun from the table and makes his way to the door. He peeks through the peephole and gasps. Frantically undoing the lock, he flings open the door and is certainly faced with a sight for sore eyes. 

An angel of the Lord, Castiel. His angel. 

“Cas..” he whispers, unable to stop the tears threatening to spill from his eyes. Cas gives a soft, pained smile and wipes his own eyes. 

“Hello Dean”

Dean pulls him into a tight embrace, scared that if he lets go, he’ll disappear again. 

“Cas.. you- you’re… alive?” he asks breathlessly. 

The angel nods slowly and pulls back to look at Dean, smiling with tears welling in his eyes. 

“Dammit, I could just kiss you.” 

Dean says with a shaky laugh. 

“Please..” he whispers. 

Dean’s heart pounds and he pulls back to look at him more. Seeing the pain and exhaustion in his eyes, he does. 

He gently puts his hands on either side of his face, wipes the tears on the angel's cheeks with his thumb, and every so softly connects their lips, feeling the tremble of his lips and tasting the salty tears. He feels the ecstasy and flame in his chest, the warmth and the joy. Cas smiles through the kiss, wrapping his arms around Dean’s waist, pulling him impossibly close. 

Dean pulls back slightly and puts his forehead on the angel’s. Both breathing heavy, he whispers 

“I've wanted to do that” he cuts himself off with a shaky breath. 

“For way too long.”

[firewolf111]

Hello! If your asks are still open can I request Logince + secret relationship? Thank you!

Thank so much for the request! <3

I had so many ideas for this prompt and couldn't decide, so you get multiple small scenarios.

(I was bored anyways, so may as well write them all)

Hope you enjoy!

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Roman and Logan: *alone in the kitchen flirting*

Logan: *Gently grabbing Roman by the collar to pull him in for a kiss*

Virgil: *walking in* ... What are you two doing?

Logan: ...uhhhh

Roman: Fighting.

Logan: ... *looking at him confused*

Roman: What? If you didn't want me to eat your jar of Crofters, should have put your name on it. And honestly, the insults just wrote themselves. I mean, look at you.

Logan: Why you-

Virgil: Well, that's my cue to leave. Have fun. I saw nothing. I am not a witness. My money is on Logan. *leaves*

Roman: Wait! Hold on! *offended noises*

Logan: ...Does this mean I have to punch you?

Roman: ...

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Roman and Logan: *having a movie date night in Roman's room*

Patton: *knocking on the door*

Roman: *pausing the movie and calling out* Yes?

Patton: Have you seen Logan, kiddo? I haven't been able to find him?

Roman: ....ummmm. Have you tried the basement?

Patton: .....No. I suppose I haven't. Thanks kiddo! *walks away from the door*

Logan: *staring at him*

Roman: What?

Logan: I don't know which of you two are stupider.

Roman: What are you talking about?

Logan: We don't have a basement.

Roman: ...shoot.

Roman: How quickly do you think Remus can build a basement?

..................

Janus: I know you guys are dating.

Roman: *spluttering*

Logan: What makes you say that?

Janus: I've seen you two holding hands.

Roman: I like affection.

Janus: You've spent a lot of alone time together.

Logan: Well, yes. We need to cooperate with each other to complete Thomas's projects.

Janus: I've heard you two flirting with each other.

Logan: *glancing at Roman* Have you met him? He'd try to charm a lamp.

Janus: *groaning* How have neither of you two lied so far? Okay. Answer this. Are you two dating?

Logan: ...

Roman: ...

Janus: Ha! I knew it! That's a yes.

Logan: No, actually. That was not a yes.

Janus: *pausing* What?

Logan: The answer was not a yes.

Janus: *baffled* How was that not a lie?! You two seriously aren't dating?

Logan: *raises an eyebrow*

Janus: *now flustered* Well! You two sure act like it! *Storms off*

Roman: ...wait?! I thought we were dating? Have we not been?!

Logan: Of course we have been, dear.

Roman: But then, how...

Logan: *shrugging* Well, he asked his question, and when we were silent, he claimed, "That's a yes." But it wasn't a yes because silence is not a yes. So I simply told him that that answer was not a yes. I didn't lie.

Roman: I love your genius.

.............

Remus: *flopping on to Roman's bed* Tell your boy toy to stop ignoring me.

Roman: *spluttering* What?! I do not have a "boy toy"!

Remus: Yes, you do.

Roman: I assure you, I do not.

Remus: *rolling his eyes* Sorry, I meant boyfriend.

Roman: Well, I don't have one of those either.

Remus: *Tossing Roman's diary on the bed* Really? Because you went on and on about that nerd and his smarts. Not to mention *flutters his eyelashes* his "dreamy voice" and how you love it when he talks about his interests. And all that other disgusting lovey-dovey stuff.

Roman: *spluttering* Wh-

Remus: Also, you called him your boyfriend on every other page. And every petname under the sun. Really could use some spice, though. It was very plain and vanilla.

Roman: Why would you read my diary?!

Remus: Why not? I was bored.

Remus: Now go tell your boy toy to stop ignoring me. It's no fun.

[ao3sbatfamily]

'Half in Love' by timeturners

Author: @timeturnerz

It’s Batman, the man with whom Clark is half in love.

“I won’t ask again,” says Batman.

Clark is deriving a lot of amusement from the fact that Batman doesn’t know that Clark is Superman. He feels giddy. This has never happened before, that Clark-as-a-civilian has run into Batman.

“I’m a journalist – my name’s Clark Kent and–”

“I know who you are,” Batman says shortly. “I asked what you’re doing. You’re supposed to be in hiding.”

“How do you know that?” asks Clark. “Did you run into Bruce?”

“He’s calling the police right now.”

“Good,” says Clark. “I need to find him and get us both to safety.”

Batman stares at him for a second. “He’s accounted for. It’s you whom I need to get to safety.”

[number-one-shadisper-shipper]

Turns out all I needed to get this fic finished was a road trip!

As Amy comes back from her trip of giving her love to the world, Sonic has to figure out a different kind of love: romantic love. Yeah, the sappy, gushy kind. He knows he cares about Amy, but does he love her? And if he does, is it the same as the way she loves him? And does that even matter?

Sonic always went out running whenever he had to think seriously about something. The wind blew through him, clearing his mind, and the steady beat of his sneakers on the ground beneath him helped him focus. And he certainly needed that focus now.

Amy was coming back from her trip today.

Sonic put on a burst of speed and once again checked the text she'd sent yesterday on his wrist communicator. I'm finally coming home tomorrow! My trip has been so good 😊 😊 😊 I have so much to tell you! Hope to see ya soon! followed by a bunch of heart and smiley face emojis.

Normally Sonic would've immediately shot back a Can't wait to see you! or maybe a smiley and a thumbs up. But the realization that Amy was finally coming back-- and right away-- had caused him to freeze up in panic.

Not that he wasn't excited to have Amy back. He was super excited. He'd missed her a lot while she was gone, especially with Tails off on his own adventures as well and Knuckles back on Angel Island for the time being. Amy had been gone on her trip for a while now. Sharing her love with the world.

He had gotten a few chances to see her, their paths crossing as they both traveled their own paths across the globe. Like in Chu-nan, where they met up to watch the New Year's fireworks together. A fun, perfect night. But besides those brief encounters, Amy was out doing her own thing.

And Sonic missed her.

But now she was coming back! Which meant that really important thinking-- which he'd promised himself he'd do over the many weeks that Amy was gone (and hadn't done)-- needed to be done NOW. He couldn't push it back any more.

He had to figure out what his relationship with Amy was going to be like moving forward.

It was only a decision that would affect literally the rest of his life. He could definitely get it all figured out on just one run. Heh.

Continue on AO3

[adudelolwriting]

"instead of fake dating, everyone is convinced that you aren’t actually dating" but with either brim or jam maybe? 👀👀 (last prompt absolutely gutted me btw it was SO good)

holy fuck i could have SWORN this was meant to be like 500 words. nope. another 1k oneshot . hopefully you'll enjoy :D this ones a lot sweeter than the other one (ask game here)

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Alex knew Brian and Tim were close. Brian is one of Alex's closest friends, and he knew about Tim a long while before he met the man. Alex first met him when Brian was 'auditioning' for the part of Brian, the main character in his film he was making. (Brian already had the part, in Alex's mind. Alex heavily based the character of his friend, and named the role after him.)

Don't get Alex wrong, Tim was an attractive man. He just… he wasn't Alex's type. He seemed very… nervous, talking to most people, his back stiff and arms crossed. Alex really only saw the man's guard get let down when he was off to the side, having a short, private chat with Brian. And Alex didn't think anything of it — why would he?

No, Alex was far more interested in his long term friend. He had talked to Jay, one time, when it was late into the night. They probably should have been asleep, but instead, Alex was talking about Brian. 

"It's just, he gives me the butterflies, like Amy used to," Alex said, laying on his back and staring at the popcorn ceiling of his room. 

"So you have a crush on him?" Jay asked, his head tilting to the side, like it always does when he was curious or interested in something. Alex shook his head, "no, I can't have one. I know he swings both ways, but he's my friend. I've known him almost as long as I've known you."

Jay chuckled, leaning back on his elbows, looking to Alex. "That doesn't mean much, dude. If he makes you feel like you felt for Amy, I think that's a pretty big sign," he smiles.

But Alex can't have a crush on Brian, right?

Yeah, the man makes his stomach flip, and pretty, and he makes Alex laugh, and…

Oh. 

Oh.

Alex had a crush on Brian.

Alex had a crush on Brian, and Jay was the one who helped him realize.

He let out a groan, blush blooming from his face as Alex tried to hide himself. Jay laughed at him, patting him on his shoulder. "Maybe you should ask him out. It looks like he feels the same for you too, dude."

"I just found out I liked him, I can't just — ask him out like that!" Alex huffed, voice muffled by his hands.

"Why not? Someone else might ask him out first! Imagine if like, he and Sarah got together," Jay laughed quietly, to which Alex groaned again, muttering a 'shut up' and throwing a pillow on him.

Some days have passed now, and Alex could only focus on the fact that he liked Brian. After shooting, Alex had made a plan to ask Brian — er, well, at least tell him. Maybe explain and hope production of Marble Hornets wouldn't be awkward if Alex explained why he couldn't look at Brian without getting flustered.

Once filming for the day was done, Brian and Tim were talking quietly as Seth put the camera away, and Sarah and Jay talked. It was a pretty full day, with all of the crew around. (Sarah even decided to stay and watch after her scenes were done!)

Alex walked over to Brian and Tim, and their conversation pauses as he got closer. "Hey man! What's up?" Brian asks. 

"Could I talk to you for a moment? Uh, privately?" Alex asked, and he felt his blush already starting to rise. Brian looks back to Tim, who simply shrugged. 

"Yeah, of course. Lead the way!" Brian smiled, and god, was the man pretty. Alex shook his head. The two walked a bit further from the set — out of earshot of everyone else. "Uh, I'm not in trouble or anything, right? Not firing me or anything?" Brian laughs, putting an easy smile on Alex's face.

"No, no. Nothing of the sort. It's, uh…" Alex paused, as if thinking of the words of his scrambled brain. "It's more… personal, I guess."

Brian's eyebrows tilt in concern. "Is everything okay?" 

"Yeah — It's, yeah." Alex took a deep breath. "Brian, I — I like you." 

His face must be so red. He can't make eye contact, instead staring down into the grass. The silence washes over them, and god, Alex ruined everything, didn't he?

"Oh my god," Brian giggles after a second, which felt like an eternity, "God, Alex, I like you too. Did you really not pick up any of the signs?"

"You… what?" Alex feels like his brain broke. Brian liked him too? Brian had been leaving signs?

"Yeah man!" Brian grinned. "I've liked you, for like, forever now. You never did anything so I didn't think you liked me back."

Alex laughs at himself. Of course. "Ah, in that case… are you free this weekend..?"

"Alex Kralie, are you asking me out on a date?" 

"If you could be inclined to join me, then… yes?" 

"I would love to. I'll have to ask Tim, to see if he's okay with it." Huh? "We've talked briefly about it, but I'll have to double check if we can get serious, too."

"What?" Alex asked. "Why — Why do you have to ask Tim?" 

Brian's eyebrows now curl in confusion. "Because… me and Tim are dating?"

"What?"

Brian giggles, breath whistling quietly from the gap in his teeth. "Me and Tim have been together for like, two or three years!"

"And you — you didn't tell anyone?" Embarrassment and shame flushes through Alex. He asked out a taken man. 

"We… we did, didn't we?" Brian says, seemingly to himself. "I thought we did. Was it not obvious? I've literally gushed about him for hours."

"I just— I thought you guys were friends — Sorry, I should go—" Alex was about to turn around and leave, but Brian took his hand into his own.

"Hey, dude, it's fine. I'm poly, y'know? I have two hands. I like you too, did you just forget that?" Brian giggles lightly. "Please don't run away from me 'cause of this, Alex. I'm like, ninety-nine percent sure Tim's okay with this."

They talked it out, talked to Tim, and everything was okay. 

And, well, besides.

Brian does have two hands for a reason.

[jimmerzz0905]

ummmmmmm uhhhhhhhhhh yeah

another sixnine fanfic I made on ao3 yayayayayayayaaa wahoo!!!!! yayayayayayayayayayayayaya wheee yippee bounces around

+the google docs version because yeah