#its all good less depresso more espresso

[twetterbirdy]

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[splatoondetective]

KOOPALING QUOTES :>

Roy: Who the fuck-

Ludwig: Language.

Roy: Whom the fuck-

Ludwig: No.

Wendy: Stop drinking so much coffee.

Ludwig: No, coffee helps depression.

Wendy: That's not tr-

Ludwig: More espresso, less depresso.

Wendy: I searched everywhere.

Larry: What?

Wendy: I looked through hundreds of files.

Larry: .....

Wendy: Searched through my text messages.

Wendy: I even searched my wardrobe.

Wendy: But I still couldn't find where I asked for your opinion.

Larry: ....

Pom pom: I have an idea.

Boom boom: No murder.

Pom pom: I no longer have an idea.

Lemmy: I have the sharpest memory! name one time I forgot something.

Jr: you left me in a walmart parking lot like, three weeks ago.

Lemmy: I did that on purpose, try again.

Roy: The risk I took was CAREFULLY calculated!

Larry: WE ALMOST DIED!

Roy: I never said I was good at math.

Morton: Well, you know what they say, when life gives you lemons...

Wendy: Put them in a facemask.

Iggy: Use them in a battery.

Lemmy: Throw them at people.

Pom pom: Squirt the juice in life's eyes. Steal life's wallet and assume its identity. Now you are life and hold dominion over all. Your enemies cower at your feet.

Morton: ....make lemonade, guys. The answer was make lemonade.

[raphmybeloved]

May I ask for "being part of the Kraang fucks you up" fic recommendations?

(also, I love your fics ❤️)

Aww thank you so much! I have quite a few because this is one of my favorite fic topics.

creation, haunted and holy by greenglowsgold on ao3 is like the classic version of this. An exploration into Donnie during and post technodrome and how being everything then being ripped away from that everything effects you

agápē by MagicalSpaceDragon is an exploration of the krang hivemind from the technodrome’s pov focusing on its connections with Donnie and Raph. It absolutely fantastic

Also by MagicalSpaceDragon i guess we've really been out of touch (but can it really be so serious) is straight up one of my favorite fics of all time. It’s another post technodrome Donnie fic but with some amazing brother bonding with Raph and I can’t even explain in a summary how good it is. Please read it!

things just really aren't that bad by Aemileth focuses on Raph and his guilt as he tries to deal with his krang related trauma and I highly suggest it for Raph lovers.

Malicious Infection by @less-depresso-more-espresso Is a fantastic fic focusing on if the post krang recovery wasn’t as easy as the movie would suggest. It gives love and time to the whole family and how they react to things getting worse while also focusing on Raph.

I have two recommendations by Somethin_Strange on ao3

First is all that water, rushing in a beautiful fic about a post invasion Raph and how the krang manipulates those it possesses

Second is a series and an au where the krang possession comes back and Raph and his brothers have to navigate this new situation. The series is called quarantine and currently has two fics.

Also I will shamelessly plug my own fic A Turtle and An Ex-Alien Possessee Walk Into Group Therapy which is all about Raph joining group therapy with a bunch on other krang survivors (I promise it will update soon)

Sorry this was so long. This is honestly one of the fic concepts I like the most because there are so many ways to interpret the krang and personally I am a huge fan of interpretations where the hivemind makes you love it. After all what motivates more than love?

[scrybe-of-death]

GOOD…UH…4 AM TO YOU

I HAVE THOUGHTS

TIME TO SCREAM THEM

So, uh, guess who made a scene continuation/extension for “Sun-abstraction bad ending”

Would you like to hear it

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SHWHSJCKSJSJDIDJSJJD ALL THE SHIPS WITH MY CHARACTERS ARE BEING REALLY CUTE RN *SOBS* I CANNOT I CANNOT

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One of these days I really need to make a color key for my text colors. Because I actually put a lot of thought into those. For example, all the new characters/“the dnd people” have a secondary color in common once they end up in the circus, but their primary color remains consistent with what it was beforehand. Or how dusk’s domain all have bolded regular text. Witches all have bold chat font. Kit’s voice will turn orange depending on how much she’s in control/how “human” she is. Etc.

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TW: depresso espresso, like Easton levels of depresso espresso

….So I made a character. Again q.q

The Depths has been wanting for an “avatar” for a while. Almost every other major area either has its personification or is populated with them. Compass and the manor have Northeast. Candleton is populated, but also has Alpenglow and Ciapollo (yeah I made up that ship name on the spot). The lake doesn’t, but we’ve seen the lake less than the Depths. I was apprehensive to try and make one because Alpenglow kind of took on that role for a while, but I decided to heck it and made this guy anyways. It also gives me an excuse to ramble about just what the depths is supposed to be.

So, as evidenced by how blue it all is, the depths start out as the manifestation of Easton’s…problems. Depression on hypothermia-filled steroids. It was supposed to be a minor “hey, uhhhhhhhh so what happened to these two was really serious and here’s a very tangible demonstration of that” for Sun. That begs the question on whether Northa has her own part of the woods, but that’ll come later.

Anyways, that’s nice and all, but then Alpenglow showed up.

She ended up permanently changing how I made the depths function, because her abandonment problems made it so that she’d be most vulnerable to something that claimed to love her. But for something to claim to love her, it’d need to be at least on a basic level of sentience. So I made the depths just a lil bit alive and moved on.

WELP NOW IT’S A LOT A BIT ALIVE

Meet…Ah, well, I don’t have a name for him yet.

I’ll just call him A.

A is what happens whenever a child personifies the woods so much that Dusk’s domain’s rules and mechanics allow it to create itself a personification. A is a manifestation and metaphor of…the freaking suicide woods, but Alpenglow’s “the depths loves me” greatly changed his personality, from presumably being something similar to Mix at his lowest to something more along the lines of Easton but very lonely and more hyperactive. He absolutely adores talking to people, and will actively help people through the woods with his lantern. He’s honestly just a sweetheart, but probably has severe problems because he is also THE SUICIDE WOODS so that’s probably not fun on his mental health, eh?

Also he gets a scarf. Aww.

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Northa’s part of the woods also exists! It makes you feel incredibly small and helpless, and will generally recreate the feeling of being a lost child in a world that hates you. If there is a place of safety from this, it’s probably a similar “sugar-covered trap” to the blue depths’ “just give up and go to sleep”. Does it have an avatar? Probably. Would its avatar and that of the depths be a ship? Knowing me? Probably.

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Yeah that’s it no I’m not gonna ramble about the personification of mental illness or what happened to that dnd group except to say that even with the lore dump you do not know the full story of what happened….

BYE-YA

I got so much out of this but for some reason my brain is fixating on how dusk's domain has a personified aokigahara. WHAT.

[quartergremlin]

oh gosh lore uhh okay

so i fence (not modern, but italian so I don't think its that different) and at the time i had a dagger in my offhand in an a frame, right? Diagram below.

I got paired up with a newer person - i've seen them around a few times, but i dont know if they're new new or if they fenced previously and are new to this group and get told that they're really good! We go for a pass and i loose immediately. We go again.

Only. I have this thing where I forget that I can be aggressive and need to be prodded. The group likes to say im like a sleeper agent. And someone on the side goes "Hey! You can be aggressive!"

"oh, okay!" i go in a very quiet voice.

We salute. We square up. I take a step and uh. Here's the problem with the a-frame. Because you have your sword next to your hip you're all curled up (like a frog leg) you can hit faster and more importantly harder than you would in your usual form with your arm extended. This isn't a problem as long you know what you're doing and have control over it. Diagram below.

However I didn't uh. know this. I was newish to the a-frame and accidentally released all of that force uh. directly into their groin. It was over in seconds. They keeled over. I keeled over (in shame). I immediately got a lesson in wtf i did.

They were fine, so it was all good. And now they get a fun story to tell all the newbies right before they fight me. Usually at the same time that I'm trying to convince them that we're all super nice here and you shouldn't be afraid to fight.

@justletmereadmycomics @devious-little-creature @nox-icate @rori-tm @less-depresso-more-espresso

it's so weird to me that everyone on this website is a human person outside of their weird internet niche so rb this with a random bit of your lore

[teemoonley]

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[stayinurlaneboi]

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last updated: April 14, 2022

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Batboys

get their wisdom teeth pulled 

dating headcanons 

s/o going full sass 

w/ an s/o who loves food 

body switched 

nerf gun fight 

how the batfam sleeps 

batmoms been poisoned 

stuffed animals 

prank war 

“i waxed the floors, grab your fluffy socks” 

vacation 

jason comes home 

jays foul proof hug plan 

getting a little sister 

bed partner headcanons 

damis #1 sibling list 

weekly breakfasts 

family night 

dad they’re being mean! 

subtly insulting people + escape plan writer deactivated

all of them witnessed socialite!wayne for the first time and never got over it 

the horrors of a snowball fight with the bats 

this time mari adopts them lmfao 

a bat never stands alone

dami is learning to work with others

pool time

the one where dami is heavier than he looks

the one where dami’s still growing and has an accident

here we are, together in the end

reader has a rough day

damian rotates bedrooms

mandalorian au

fear gas

losing sleep

picking up dami from school

bruce is a good dad who comforts his kids after a nightmare  

lex tries to butter up bruce

VIBE CHECK

sm au the siblings teasing eachother via ig

cuddling hc

fav fits on an s/o

you get drunk

stakeout shenanigans

they’re all stuck in the manor

poor farmboy clark

the bats but they’re in quarantine too  

under quarentine

family photo shoot for alfred

bruce is v protective (abo fic but its only briefly mentioned)

dating the bats hc

bruce takes a truth serum and talks abt his kiddos

cass and dami have never seen princess bride

quarantine hc

take your kid to work day

more espresso less depresso

bruce gets parenting tips from his kids

do they get into fights?

time malfunction

bruce uses dad nicknames when hes tired

everyone knows that bruce has one bio child but which one is it

jason and duke interactions ft. the rest of them

being bffs with them

transdimentional bullshit

they dont l o o k t h e s a m e

fashion hc

shit talking and shenanigans

no YOUR the favourite

timmy likes to torture his family with milk

baby dami and his cats

the one where they all play animal crossing

family nights

operation child endangerment

water park races  

terrible haircuts not terrible twos

touch starved s/o

suburban au

cass interpreting how bruce says ily

vacation hcs

what they’re like when they like you

nightmares at wayne manor

dami gets a nightmare and bruce comforts as best he can

things they’ve totally done in quarentine

what they’re like when their sleeping

playing among us

christmas blurbs

halloween blurbs

autumn blurbs

quote blurbs

how they comfort you when crying

memorable dates

with an s/o that has a snack pouch

stealing clothes from the boys

helping them with a nightmare

falling asleep with them

falling asleep on them

touch starved s/o

tiktok trends

4 times they broke into your house + the 1 time you let them in

warm touches

simple comforts

blurbs

how the batfam sleeps with and without you

halloween songfics

s/o had a rough day

lazy mornings

unhinged takes

[siripedra]

REALLY late propaganda but at least I'm doing it. Got too busy sorry

I have no idea what to say I could explain her better but I got no time. So just silly facts

She's coffee addicted. I mean it. Bet she drinks at least 3 times a day if not more. How is she still alive? She asks herself the same thing everyday. More espresso less depresso right.

^ Directly associated to the fact she doesn't sleep literally feel asleep at some dude's couch at night and didn't wake up until 6pm of the other day. Very visible eye bags if you look closely (lie i didnt color ir properly but its there).

Her eating habits consists of coffee and pasta, with pasta I mean pasta, like just the cooked pasta alone. She will not lose time cooking something fancy and cooked pasta is enough. Very good taste I'd say.

Calls the same once mentioned dude her punch bag. Will beat him with a pillow with no hesitation. Has beaten him with a pillow during a slumber party. Once told him his motorcycle was impounded and taken to the dump (it was parked outside).

I never make content of her but I sure love the tiny existing details

By the way, another thing worth mentioning!! I made oc polls with my friends on my twitter priv and raquel won both brackets she got in, one being the ultimate best oc poll and the most swag fanon trans

(fanon trans explanation: i made all my cis characters fight and let my friends decide who is the most non-cis cis oc. like trans hc)

ignore the kagamines it's a internal joke. also ignore de oc edited characters i am shy. harold is also a internal joke sorry.

This is probably way too late but as longs as I'm showing Raquel anything is worth the effort. Thanks for losing time reading. bye

Poll: Round 1c #7

@siripedra

[ Image Id. An image of an oc. She had fair skin, and has black hair in a bobcut that covers her right eye. Hrr eyes are brown. , a gold nose ring, and two silver earrings in her left ear. She is wearing a black crop top, and a large yellow jacket. She has baggy grey pants and brown shoes. End ID]

info on Raquel under cut:

Raquel Castillo 24 years Spanish and yes she has the biromantic swag

So her mother was a b!tch who ran away got pregnant and then abandoned her daughter because the father didn't want it too. Now she's rotting at a orphanage.

She was viewed as a useless piece of trash, oh, so I'm a piece of trash??? Ok watch me win a f-ing student exchange and be on top of y'all a-holes (she did get a student exchange in high school) (to Brazil because I'm there haha)

She acted like a good studious girl, until it felt boring already, she managed to get through freshman year before becoming anything but not studious at all. Then boom, she failed sophomore. Well done Raquel.

That made her rebellious phase get worse but at least she was trying not to repeat again. Then a random kid on her class decided to annoy her daily until she liked him and she managed to actually like him after few months. A lot of few months. Eventually she let go of the rebellious phase and acted like a normal adult now that she's 18 already. The annoying kid became her only friend and best friend too.

She's a MMA fighter now and part-time sheriff, and actually still rebellious she just doesn't act like it publicly.

[writtenonreceipts]

How about 4. “I shouldn’t be this attracted to an elf” for rowaelin from the Christmas prompt list?

I had way too much fun with this.  I wrote it quick and sweet.

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Santa and his Helpers

Aelin Galathynius did not hate her job.  Quite the opposite in fact.  She taught high school English—mostly to the juniors and seniors—and it was one of the most rewarding things to experience.  Especially when a proclaimed despiser of Charlotte Bronte turned around by the end of the year having written a full-fledged essay about the merits of understanding Jane Eyre in all its complexity and over-zealous language.

The only thing that made the job even more worth while was the fact that she coached for the girls’ basketball team.

Unfortunately, it was basketball that partially made her life slightly miserable.

It was all thanks to one Rowan Whitethorn, the head coach for the boys’ team. To say that he and Aelin didn’t get along was putting it lightly.

The found every opportunity to fight.  When the boys took up too much time in the gym after their week for the early practice time slot or when the boys didn’t clean up enough after themselves.

It got especially worse when Whitethorn, who also worked as a history teacher in the school, attempted to say that there was no literary merit to the fantasy genre.

Aelin was going to stuff an unabridged copy of The Lord of the Rings down his throat and see how he like that.

Things did not improve as the sports season progressed.  Especially not when both the boys and girls were forced to have a holiday party together due to over booking at the Sports Center in down town Terrasen.

“It’s his fault,” Aelin grumbled to Lysandra.

Lysandra rolled her eyes and shoved a plate of cookies into Aelin’s hands. The one saving grace with the basketball season was having Lys as her assistant coach and the both of them could complain together about anything and everything.

“Please Aelin,” Lysandra said sipping at her hot chocolate.  

While the kids from both teams ran around the sports center choosing to play pick-up games of basketball, climb on a rock wall, or settle on video games—the two manned the treats table.  Mostly so Aelin could stuff her face with homemade goods the mothers had all provided.

“He’s an ass, I’m sure he did it on purpose,” Aelin insisted.

“Can we please stop this and have you just admit that you’re kind of attracted to him?” Lysandra asked.

Nearly choking on her cookie, Aelin shot a somewhat terrified look at her best friend. “Excuse me?”

“Well he’s obviously gorgeous,” Lysandra said casually.  “Even you can’t deny that.  Plus, there’s always been some sort of—”

“If you say sexual tension, I will call Aedion and tell him you’re pregnant,” Aeilin threatened.

Lysandra gasped, one hand going to her belly.  “You wouldn’t.  I have been planning revealing this thing for a week.”

“The day I say that Rowan Whitethorn is attractive is the day that you know I have lost my mind,” Aelin said.

Making a noise of disbelief, Lysandra left Aelin for a moment while she went to talk to some of the girls from the team.

Aelin shook her head.  The brunette had to be having some very, very, strange pregnancy hormones going on to think that Aelin would be attracted to Rowan Whitethorn.  He was arrogant.  A hard ass.  Never knew how to have fun.  It didn’t matter that yes; he was basically a god with a very nicely sculpted body. But that didn’t make up for anything else.

Eating another cookie to avoid more than a nod to a few of the parents, Aelin shook her head.  Rowan Whitethorn would certainly be the death of her.

“Ho, ho, ho!”

Aelin glanced up to the doors of the lobby as one Fenrys Moonbeam strut in decked out in a full Santa costume.  Beard askew and all.

All the boys let out whopping cheers and grabbed their phones.

“What is he doing?” Aelin asked one of the boys that she also had in one of her classes.

The boy, Ryan, grinned.  “Coach Whitethorn and Coach Moonbeam lost a bet on how many three-pointers they could sink in a minute.  The team got to pick the punishment.”

Aelin watched in slight horror, slight admiration, as Fenrys bounded around the front area exchanging punches and fist bumps with the boys on the basketball team and a few of the girls.  Fenrys was the favorite PE teach of the school.  Especially given his easy attitude and love of teaching.

“You look great Fenrys,” Aelin said as he approached her.

He grinned. “This thing is itchy as hell, but at least I got this and not what Rowan did.”

Aelin quirked a brow and was about to ask him what he meant when the man in question entered.

Dressed in a green coat and green leggings like something out of the movie Elf, Rowan Whitethorn sulked into the room.

The entirety of the boys’ team whooped and hollered.  Rowan waved a hand and shook his head.  Surprisingly, Aelin found, he was grinning.  Flat out, no shame, grinning.

“Looking great coach!” Ryan shouted.  

“I should hope so, Ryan this is your doing,” Rowan called back in response.

The entire thing was so entirely strange to Aelin that she could only stare as Rowan and Fenrys made rounds with the other players and their parents.

“Damn, he really does have a nice ass,” Lysandra said popping up beside Aelin again.

Aelin nearly jumped out of her skin at the sudden appearance.  She really hoped Lys hadn’t noticed her blatant staring at Rowan, but with the way Lysandra was grinning, Aelin knew she was not going to experience a miracle that night.

“Seriously?” Aelin was about to give her friend a hard time when Rowan came over to the refreshment table, accepting a hot chocolate from Lysandra.

“Nicely done, Rowan,” Lysandra said.  She looked him over with appreciation. “Though you really should have found some pointy ears.

“The tights are bad enough,” Rowan said seriously.  “I’m gonna make Ryan pay for this.”

Aelin couldn’t help but laugh.  The man looked so ridiculous and outside of his comfort zone that she still couldn’t get over the fact that he’d actually dressed up.  Rowan shot her a scowl.

They glared at each other with such ferocity that Aelin wondered if one of them would spontaneously combust.  Then she decided to make the best of this situation and she broke into a feral grin.  Rowan frowned, just slightly.

“Whitehorn, who knew tights were such a good look for you,” she purred, immensely pleased when his cheeks reddened just barely.

“I see you didn’t have any trouble finding an ugly sweater this year, Galathynius,” Rowan replied gesturing to her sweater. It was a mess of tinsel and stitching and cats wearing sweaters themselves while decorating a tree.  She loved it.

“I plan on wearing it up until break starts,” she said.

Rowan surprised her once again by smirking—almost laughing with her over the idea.  Then Fenrys called him over to have a layup competition with a few of the girls and boys of the different teams.

Aelin didn’t even care if Lysandra saw her staring.

“I shouldn’t be this attracted to an elf,” Aelin finally admitted, much to her chagrin.

Lysandra howled in laughter and nearly fell into Aelin’s arms.

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tags:  @tottenhamboys20 @morganofthewildfire  @aelinchocolatelover @more-espresso-less-depresso-xx  @bamchickawowow @ladywitchling @ireallyshouldsleeprn @aelinfeyreeleven945tbln

[emf005]

More Expresso Means Less Depresso

Peter Parker x Stark! Reader

Warnings:Whole bunch of cussing because, I mean, why not? And Peter Parker

 being the Fluffiest Puppy ever. 

Being Tony Stark's daughter came with a lot of pluses. The brains, the looks, the sarcastic comments, not knowing who your mother is until the results came back from the lab. But more than that, you had the ability to ask for permission and then do whatever the fuck you wanted to do anyhow. Like two years ago when you made yourself the Iron Warrior suit. Ha ha ha… Lord was he PISSED at you. Also, your horrible habits of not taking care of yourself when you wanted something. Like tonight. 

You refilled your mug for what seemed like the thousandth time since Monday (it was Friday) and took a long sip. By long, I mean looooooong sip of the scolding black liquid. It felt good. The caffeine. Thank Christ for Coffee and caffeine. You would have been long dead if it weren’t a thing. 

You had been working on school work and personal projects all this week, never getting a chance to sleep. Finals were coming up, a huge mission was too and you needed to work out the kinks in your suit. It had gotten damaged during the last one and while you were fixing it you had the great idea to update it. Ha ha ha ha. Not a great idea. 

“Hey, kiddo,” Steve Rogers and his fucking huge arms the size of your head said. Wait. Did his muscles talk? Was that what happened?” When was the last time you slept?” Nope, not the muscles, just the echo in your head. You took another sip of the scolding liquid before pouring yourself another mug. You hummed in though. 

“I don’t know. A while?” You shrugged and put the coffee the what's it mcbob (To tired, words no come to brain) back in the maker to start another batch of it. Who knew how long you’d be here. You definitely needed to make sure you had enough to last you. 

“Maybe you should get some rest. You don’t look so good,” you could tell he was worried. But it didn't take much to make the flag covered man worried. 

“No can do, Mr. America. I have too much on my plate.” He didn’t roll his eyes like he normally did at your nickname.

“Kid, I really-”

“Well nice way wasn’t working,” you set your mug down and leaned towards him with murder written all over your face. You hadn;t slept in a wee, was it really a smart idea to tell you what to do right now? “Listen here, Rogers, if you attempt to drag me away from this machine or my work I will personally rip your head off and shove it so far up your perfect ass that it’ll pop up right back on top without even touching my suit. Got that?” He swallowed and backed up a bit at the murderous look you were giving him that was thirty times more dangerous than your father’s. “Good.” You poked his chest, grabbed your mug and turned around on your heels, back to your work. 

You skipped your coffee that was now mixed with Red bull when your father walked in. 

“Dad! Dad dad dad dad dad!” He walked over to you.  

“What’s up?” He asked, not saying anything about the state you were in. He knew he should've but, as you had pointed out one time, that would consider him a hypocrite. 

“Ok ok ok ok ok ok. So, there's this thing that goes burr in my suit and it won’t go bop bop bop any more! And then for my essay, how many plays did Shakespeare actually perform himself? Also for chemistry-” He put a hand over your mouth and held up a red bull can. You thought you hid those better. 

“First off, I can’t understand you, you're talking so fast. Second off, I thought we agreed that if it came to mixing Red bull and Coffee it was time to stop.”

“I know I know I know I know. But we have that mission coming up. And finals are right around the corner. And I have this essay due. And this chemistry is for enhancing Peter’s webs so that they are forty percent stronger and sticker. Plus, they’ll dissolve in water, too!” He sighed and set the can down. 

“No getting you to stop, huh?”

“No. Now out, I’ll figure it out. I wasted too much time listening to your pointless lecture.” He was about to reprimand you, but remembered you were his daughter and that would only make you sass back more. He ruffled your hair and left to leave you to your work.

You had completely lost it by Sunday evening. You were running around the lab incircles muttering things when Peter came in, all happy and chipper to see his crush/best friend. But he stopped dead in his tracks when he saw the state of disarray everything was in. You heard the doors shut and looked up at him with wide red crazy eyes. 

“Peter! Hi! What's up?” You went back to reading whatever it was while running to your computer to type in a few commands for your suit upgrade, forgetting he was here already. 

He noticed the forty empty cans of Red bull on the table and all the large cups of old expressos. He saw you headed to the coffee machine and intercepted your path, he wouldn’t be able to stop you if you had more espresso or red bull, he wasn’t even sure if he would be able to stop you now. 

“Hey, Y/N. I was hoping we could watch a movie!” You looked up from your notes, completely disoriented. He had seen you like this too many times to count. You got worse than Tony did. And while Pepper was the only who could stop him, he was the only one who could stop you... most of the time

“Movie? Is it about the chemical reactions of toothpaste and hggyuagd-” whatever you tried to say mashed together so much that no one, not even you, could make it out. 

“Uh. No. How about Star Wars?” You shook your head and buried it back in your notebook. 

“Sorry, Peter. Can’t. I’m too busy here. Can I get to the coffee machine? More espresso means less depresso” You felt the energy leaving you. He could see it too and was ready to catch you when you fell.

“Uh, no.”

“Why?”

“Because-”

“Of you are trying to stop me from working, Peter, I swear I-”

“I wanted to ask you out.” He blurted out. 

You two went silent, staring at each other. The energy was practically out of you and your brain was short circuiting from hormones and lack of sleep and proper nutrition. Had you just heard him correctly? Peter Parker. The Spider Man. Him. This adorable puppy with large brown eyes in front of you. Wanted to ask you, the definition of a human disaster, out? 

You opened your mouth to say something but collapsed into his arms before you could get a word out. He caught you and tossed you over his shoulder.

“That was smooth, Peter,” he muttered to himself. He carried you out of the lab and up the stairs, waving at the others who looked relieved to see you in his arms, to your room. He could have easily taken the stairs, but he just wanted to hold you for a bit longer. Call it his crush on you that was growing bigger by the second, but he liked knowing that some part of you depended on him. 

He set you down in your bed and sighed gratefully that you didn't wake up. He turned to leave but you grabbed his arm, your eyes cracked open a bit. 

“Hey, go back to sleep. Ok? You can kill me when you're properly rested,” he whispered with a smile as he squatted down to your eye level on the bed. 

“Peter,”

“Yeah?”

“Can you stay? Please?” Your eyes were drifting closed again and he could have easily left without you knowing. But… 

He looked at your face which fell into a comfortable sleep again, completely relaxed and your lips parted a bit. Some of your Y/H/C falling into your face. He smiled and pushed it behind your ear, letting his hand linger near your cheek. 

“Sure, dork. I’ll stay.” You smiled in your sleep and his heart skipped a beat at the up turn of your pink lips. He slipped off his shoes and slipped into the other side of your bed. 

It wasn’t unnatural to find you two like this. Ever since you two had started going to the same high school, per your demand when you father asked about schooling, you two had been best friends. Joined at the hip it seemed. 

You shifted in your sleep so your head was on his chest and he held your shoulders. He watched you sleep for a few seconds before sleep over took him too.

He woke up to the feeling of someone watching him. His eyes fluttered open and he looked down to see a pair of Y/E/C looking back at him. He smiled and stretched. 

“Hi.” He mumbled. 

“Hi,” you mumbled back, your eyes not leaving his face. He looked back down at you. 

“What?”

“Did you mean it?” His heart stopped beating. Did you remember what he told you before you passed out? “Did you really wanna ask me out?” He stared at you for a moment. You still looked half asleep. Most likely you woke up from the thought of him asking you out making its way into your sub conscience. 

Ok, just lie. It’ll be fine. Just say you did-

“Yes. I did.”

You stupid little-

“Y/N, I really really like you. If I’m being honest,” he searched your eyes. “I have for a while now. I- uh- well you see I-mmph?” your put your lips on his before he could say another word. It wasn’t quick or long It was the perfect amount of time. You pulled away with a smile on your lips as you watched his face become more red. 

“I like you too, Dork. Next time don’t wait so damn long to tell me.” He smiled brightly. 

“So you’ll go on a date with me?” You returned around so you were on your knees. Laughing, you shook your head. 

“Yes, Spider Dork. I’ll go on a date with you!” He smiled and kissed you, you responded immediately. Giddy that the Spider man had finally asked you on a date after what seemed like years of having a crush on you. Yes, you knew he liked you. The boy was so obvious and adorable it was hard not to tell. You just wanted him to be the one to make the first move. 

End          

[starbornvalkyrie]

a christmas kiss

Winter Drabbleland: Day One - Quinlar

I used this ask from @darlinminds​: hey love ! could you do 6: “i will never understand how you get as many lays as you do” for rowaelin or quinlar please ? <3. I don’t remember the prompt list it came from, but it’s been sitting in my inbox for awhile so I made it work for Christmas LOL

Anywho, I can’t remember if there’s any explicit language so just beware. Other than that its super fluffy. Enjoy!

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winter drabbleland masterlist [ i’m still taking prompts, check this masterlist for details! ]

Christmas dinner was the only one of Bryce’s many traditions that Hunt thoroughly enjoyed. His best friend has a tradition for every holiday and for almost every single one of them, she finds a way to embarrass Hunt to no end. On Halloween, it’s any costume she can find with minimal clothing; on Valentine’s Day, it’s boxer shorts with two hearts on his ass cheeks and all of his pants conveniently in the washer when it’s time to leave for a party.

The only upside to all of it is the way he catches Bryce staring at his body without a shirt on. Hunt has to savor those looks because he knows nothing will ever come of them--no matter how badly he wants her. She’s his best friend and there’s no way he’s ever risking their friendship.

Hunt shook his head and turned back to the stove in front of him. Every year, Hunt is in charge of the main course and one side for dinner--this year it’s a perfectly glazed ham and creamy garlic mashed potatoes. He relished his time in the kitchen, he’s always had an affinity to cooking.

His thoughts wandered back to Bryce--who was off picking up their special order of chocolate croissants in honor of Danika. The only reason they were able to get an order on Christmas Day was because Bryce’s current fling is with the shop’s assistant baker. Hunt felt sorry for the guy, knowing Bryce is going to drop him any day now and move on to her next conquest.

The timer on the oven went off, stopping the rising anger that always comes with the thought of Bryce and other men, and Hunt went to work arranging the dining table to fit the ham in the center.

Not long after, the rest of their friends arrived, each of them armed with a different dish. Fury and Juniper brought green bean casserole; Declan, Tristan, and Ruhn came with cornbread and the ingredients for eggnog daiquiris. Tharion was next, carrying three containers of pie and chatting up Bryce with the croissants.

A chorus of “Merry Christmas” rang through Hunt’s and Bryce’s apartment, warming Hunt’s heart. They arranged the food on the table and took their seats, Bryce ending up across the table from Hunt.

Hunt let their guests get their food first and accepted a glass of eggnog daiquiri from Declan. Before he could stop himself, he asked Bryce, “How’s what’s his face down at the bakery?”

Bryce was in the middle of scooping a mountain of mashed potatoes onto her plate, but she looked up at him confused. “Julian? He’s good, I guess? I haven’t seen him much before today.” Hunt narrowed his eyes but didn’t say anything. Showing his jealousy wouldn’t do anything but make him look weird.

Conversation drifted from topic to topic as they filled their stomachs with food. Hunt learned about the ballet company that Juniper auditioned for and the website Declan is making for his first big client.

Hunt was in the middle of making plans at the shooting range with Ruhn when movement in the corner of his eye caught his attention. He turned to Bryce who now had half a pie and two croissants on her plate.

“B, are you seriously going to eat all of that?”

She cut him a look that said Challenge Accepted and began shoveling pie into her mouth, hardly stopping to swallow between bites. 

He shook his head in disbelief. “I will never understand how you get as many lays as you do.”

Bryce took a giant bite out of her fifth croissant of the evening, leaned forward and whispered, “Wouldn’t you like to know?” Hunt choked on his eggnog, and Bryce leaned back with a triumphant look on her face.

Ruhn slapped Hunt on the back a few times as he caught his breath. Not to be outdone he responded, “Maybe I would.”

The whole table went silent as Hunt held Bryce’s gaze. Her eyebrows were scrunched together and a lock of red hair fell in front of her face. Hunt had to fight the urge to brush it away himself, so instead he focused on not breaking eye contact first.

Hunt loosed a breath when she looked back down at her plate and finished her dessert. Their friends began talking again, but there was a new tension in the room as though the cord that connected him to Bryce was threatening to snap at any moment. 

Despite that, the night went on smoothly as they drank and laughed and screamed Christmas tunes at the tops of their lungs. Throughout the night, Hunt felt Bryce’s eyes on him. And when they sang their rendition of Baby, It’s Cold Outside, he couldn't deny the charge he felt when his fingertips brushed the small of her back that was exposed by her crop top. 

They finally began winding down well after two in the morning, their friends trickling out one by one until Bryce closed the door behind the last of them. She stood there, staring at the door as though it were an oracle that could tell her what to do next.

Hunt decided to take a leap of faith, crossing the room to her as he decided this was worth it because she was. He knew that if this was a mistake, they would still be okay. They’d laugh about it and move on.

“Bryce,” he said, softly yet firmly.

When she turned around, Hunt grabbed his best friend by the face and kissed her.

It was the best damn Christmas gift in the world.

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[theplanetprince]

Fanfiction Review

I can already tell this is gonna be super confusing bc I've been writing fic since I was 12 but have since gone through so many identity changes. But let's play anyway!

Thanks for the tag @redead-red

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

My current library is 8. I don't actually write fanfic too often unless a specific idea intrigues me-- or something in the fanon just doesn't line up with me. I do have at least 4ish more stories planned and maybe a revised version of an ancient story from when I was young. 2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

166,451! Pretty neato!

3. How many fandoms have you written for, and what are they?

Uh, in no specific order,

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (lost to purging)

Doctor Who (you ain't gonna find these)

Sonic

NiGHTs into Dreams

Dead by Daylight (<3)

Danny Phantom (my beloathed) Supernatural (my other beloathed)

and uhhhh, I think a bunch of various other video games I can't remember. For the sake of brevity I'm gonna put the rest under the cut.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

This is actually pretty funny bc I have so few fics released. I only get emails for certain ones all the time, so I wrote this part out by guessing, but I ended up not needing to change it. (also, don't read most of these; they're old and bad)

1. Schrodinger's Adolescent, 337 Kudos (Danny Phantom)

2. Teen Years and How to Survive Them, 97 Kudos (Secret Trio)

3. Two Fake Feds Come up the Laneway the other dayyyyyy, 56 Kudos (Letterkenny/Supernatural)

4. Brother's Keeper, 40 Kudos (Halloween, DBD)

5. Beginner's Guide to Destroying the Moon, 37 Kudos (Sonic)

5. Which of your fic do you want more attention for?

I'll be real here, I still enjoy most of the work I did for both Beach House Bummer, and Beginner's Guide to Destroying the Moon. I just wish I got more love for the latter bc I might be inspired to finish it lmao.

6. Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

I really try to! I love the long rambly comments I get on Schrodinger's because I can feel those people are giving me the same passion I put into my work-- Though most of the time I get the generic "post more" or "update plz" which I dunno I'm grateful for the interaction. Still, I don't really want to repeat like "I'm trying my best, dude." about 12 times a day.

7. What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

I'll be real I only have two completed fics rn-- but I can tell you I had this one fic that I wrote when I was fourteen where the ninja turtles had to burn down a lab full of half-born mutant embryos, and like I remember writing that and then going to middle school the next day like "They don't know I'm a literary genius."

8. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

Probably the Letterkenny/Supernatural crossover-- I feel very strongly about SPN and how people take it way too seriously, so when I found out it was filmed in Canada. It used famous Canadian actors from the show Letterkenny, it felt way too good to pass up. I do hope to write in that space again when I'm feeling less depresso-espresso.

9. Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Yeah. It's probably a big reason why you'll never see the tmnt fics for a while. I also used to write a lot of OC stories, and this was back in 2014 so like those were def hit the hardest. I'm glad to say it's like... subsided for the most part. I don't get hate as much as I just get really confusing and creepy comments, which don't hurt my rejection-sensitive-ass as much.

10. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Hahahaha, no.

I am kind of bad at writing it, and I don't really like writing it. Which yeah that makes sense. My friends sometimes when they find out I write fanfic as a joke they'll send me some of the worst examples smut they can find and to test my talent I'll try to rewrite it to make it some kind of titillating-- but alas it just isn't my forte. The cons of being an asexual I guess.

11. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Uh, yes and no? I think I had one of my older fics stolen, retranslated, and then retranslated again to English? That was so long ago tho.

12. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No, but I'd love to give it a shot sometime.

13. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

Honestly, it's sonadow. I know it's cringe but I'm free, dammit. Outside of that I guess my favorite dynamic is jock/nerd, which you've probably gleaned from my resume here fhsdkjf.

14. What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

I've been working on Teen Years and How to Survive them since I was 16, I only started making headway on it when I was 19-- so I feel like that speaks for itself hskjhg.

15. What are your writing strengths?

It's been told to me that I'm very funny and I write convincing dialog that captures a character's voice. Which is extremely flattering despite the fact that I feel like I'm tricking you all.

16. What are your writing weaknesses?

probably scenery and landscape, if I'm honest. I also accidentally keep creating scenes just for the dialog instead of action or environment.

17. What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

I think as long as I can guess what they're saying from context clues, and the writer is courteous enough to include body language and the like, then it's mostly harmless. I love including a bunch of references in fic whether it's cultural, historical, or just like a quote from a movie or something so I have a bunch of tabs open regardless it wouldn't be too inconvenient for me to fire up google translate or something.

18. What was the first fandom you wrote for?

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles!

19. What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

Probably Schrodinger's Adolescent, it really opened up a lot of doors for me in the DP fandom and I got to meet a lot of cool people because of it. It really cheered me up from a dark place. And despite me writing it initially out of anger and spite its grown into this soft thing that really means a lot to me.

20. What fic are you most proud of?

Honestly, I can't pick. I'm both embarrassed by them all and yet glad they bring people some form of comfort.

Uhhhh who to tag-- I don't really know

@ten0rreaper is the only one I can think of-- whoever else I guess can have at it. I'm not very good at these things lmao.

[seleneschariotblog]

tag yourself - types of coffee; part 1

mocha: intense and borderline brooding, silence is their favourite sound, always in their head, makes quite an unforgettable vision, charismatic sarcasm, black masks, definitely a night owl, excuses are just nuisances, still not warming up to flashy cocktails

espresso: happy virus, focused on achieving their short time goals, more espresso less depresso, screaming in emojis and gifs, dimples, go wild, not sheltered but living life to the fullest, really great at baking bread and pastries amongst other things for some reason

latte: placebo effect at its best, lives in the quotes beneath Polaroids, sunrise burning the night, velvet bed clothing and silver linings, carrot cake and avocado pastries, all for win-win deals, swell white jeans, could definitely run a jumble sale successfully

americano: the chill one, switch it up, ghosting champion, always in a rush, cute dogs in the subway, urban fashion, apple cinnamon porridge, actually really good with constructive criticism, keeps all the tea bag tags and wine corks they come across

cappuccino: fancy bracelets and long-lined swirling handwriting, black wallet with golden letters engraved, can buy their own drink™, brown trench coats and beige sweaters, hard-working morning person, great at leading and ending pesky meetings

[hyphypmic]

HypMic: Meme Lord S/O

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Omg sure!

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Ichiro

He would probably know all the memes

Seriously, he would actually have the air horns in the house

He would also be game to recreate popular videos and memes with you and it would be so so so chaotic

And they would send each other memes and would try to outmeme each other

Jiro

No. Oh my god. They’re gonna be twins Jesus

Like every picture they will dab

And also they would shoot a lot

Seriously, the online challenges? Been there done that

They would also have the vine references in each conversation

69! You know what that means!!! It means I don’t have enough money for chicken nuggets

They would switch it up challenge everywhere

Saburo

He’ll be shy about it, but at the same time he would relate hard

Like he would try to brush it off, but his closeted meme Lord self demands it come out

So in a way, you bring him out of his shell and he progressively becomes more meme-y as you stick together

And in convos, it’s all popular references and memes and also pictures and all that

Samatoki

He would have no idea what to do

Will be confused 80% of the time, but then he would get it, like the references, though he wouldn’t know what to do

You tried to teach him how to shoot once and capturing it on video has been your legacy

He also gets your lingo and sometimes it makes its way to his everyday speech and Jyuto dies of laughter

Jyuto

He knows what’s up because he’s very educated in meme culture tbh

And like he makes subtle references and he dabs when he feels like it

He also would make jokes, but like not to your level because you’re the meme lord

And he would be into recreating pictures and posting them online

You know, for a good laugh and all that

Riou

He wouldn’t know anything

Though if you teach him, he will do his very best to copy you

But I really think he would dance with you, but he would stop when it becomes too meme-y

And he would smile at your references, but his brain won’t be able to understand all of them because he’s Riou that way

Though you do have videos of him blankly staring at you as you try to explain what exactly you were doing

Ramuda

Oh he would do it along with you, he would also be a meme king

Like he could quote vines and do dances at random because he just loves doing it

He would also take pictures of you and video recreations of memes

He would also make you do online challenges on the spot

The floor is lava is his favorite thing to do with you

And he would in general just have fun and like... I mean, memes

Gentaro

He wouldn’t get it as much as he would like to

But he does his research and finds whatever you’re doing hilarious

Though you have to explain some stuff for him and all that

And your lingo slips into his, and he surprises you when he remembers a reference or something, like even if it’s super obscure, he super surprises you when he remembers it because he has a good memory that way

He’s not willing to dance with you, but sending you outdated but funny memes is his game

Dice

Well versed in memes because he has nothing to do

Just as bad as Jiro and he would actually gamble something for air horns

Might slide in and dab because why not and like seriously, he gambles a lot so tons if vines and “more espresso less depresso” and the chicken nuggets vine works for him

Plus he would dance because he honestly has nothing better to do

Jakurai

He wouldn’t know much though if you teach him he’ll do his best

Though watching him dab is the best thing on this planet

He’d try to sound hip but it just fails because the timbre of his voice is way too fucking low

And when he does incorporate the memes into his speech, everyone is in shock but he also has the dad jokes about it like... the really misplaced memes thing

Doppo

He would also be pretty confused like no question about it

Though the more espresso less depresso is very very accurate for him

And he likes the vines you show him because they’re funny and they make his day

So whenever you quote a vine, he mutters the vibe under his breath because he’s still pretty shy about it because it’s for the youth and he’s not Youth

Hifumi

Meme lord number 3 out of everyone here

He would be into it and copy your dabs, your dances

He would also recreate the pictures and send you vines and memes

“Wig snatched”

and one time woke you up with the “I ain’t getting sleep ‘cause of ya’ll!” Complete with the pots and pans and the dress the gal was wearing

He’s also excitable so the meme lingo makes it way into his speech patterns perfectly

[stayinurlaneboi]

Batfam

☾ get their wisdom teeth pulled 

☾ dating headcanons 

☾ s/o going full sass 

☾ w/ an s/o who loves food 

☾ body switched 

☾ nerf gun fight 

☾ how the batfam sleeps 

☾ batmoms been poisoned 

☾ stuffed animals 

☾ prank war 

☾ “i waxed the floors, grab your fluffy socks” 

☾ vacation 

☾ jason comes home 

☾ jays foul proof hug plan 

☾ getting a little sister 

☾ bed partner headcanons 

☾ damis #1 sibling list 

☾ weekly breakfasts 

☾ family night 

☾ dad they’re being mean! 

☾ subtly insulting people + escape plan 

☾all of them witnessed socialite!wayne for the first time and never got over it 

☾the horrors of a snowball fight with the bats 

☾ this time mari adopts them lmfao 

☾ a bat never stands alone

☾ dami is learning to work with others 

☾ pool time 

☾ the one where dami is heavier than he looks 

☾ the one where dami’s still growing and has an accident 

☾ here we are, together in the end 

☾ reader has a rough day

☾ damian rotates bedrooms 

☾ mandalorian au

☾ fear gas

☾ losing sleep 

☾ picking up dami from school 

☾ bruce is a good dad who comforts his kids after a nightmare 

☾ lex tries to butter up bruce

☾ VIBE CHECK 

☾ sm au the siblings teasing eachother via ig 

☾ cuddling hc 

☾ fav fits on an s/o 

☾ you get drunk 

☾ stakeout shenanigans 

☾ they’re all stuck in the manor

☾ poor farmboy clark 

☾ the bats but they’re in quarantine too 

☾ under quarentine 

☾ family photo shoot for alfred 

☾ bruce is v protective (abo fic but its only briefly mentioned) 

☾ dating the bats hc 

☾ bruce takes a truth serum and talks abt his kiddos 

☾ cass and dami have never seen princess bride 

☾ quarantine hc 

☾ take your kid to work day 

☾ more espresso less depresso 

☾ bruce gets parenting tips from his kids 

☾ do they get into fights? 

☾ time malfunction 

☾ bruce uses dad nicknames when hes tired 

☾ everyone knows that bruce has one bio child but which one is it 

☾ jason and duke interactions ft. the rest of them 

☾ being bffs with them 

☾ transdimentional bullshit 

☾ they dont l o o k t h e s a m e 

☾ fashion hc 

☾ shit talking and shenanigans 

☾ no YOUR the favourite 

☾ timmy likes to torture his family with milk 

☾ baby dami and his cats 

☾ the one where they all play animal crossing

☾ family nights

☾ operation child endangerment

☾ water park races

☾ terrible haircuts not terrible twos 

☾ touch starved s/o

[writtenonreceipts]

“Home stopped being a place when you entered my life” from the prompt list for rowaelin?

Oh look, I found a way to add on to runaways, hahaha! Thanks for the prompt.

Slight angst, slight mentions of mental illness/depression anxiety, brief mentions of drug use. Basked on characters from the Throne of Glass series.

where ever i’m with you

It’s midnight when she’s staring up at the sky with tears in her eyes.

She tries to convince herself that she’s never been one for dramatics.  She tries to convince herself that she’s over reacting.  Oh how she tries.

It’s midnight.  The late summer sky is wide open revealing stars and a crescent moon.  There’s barely even a chill in the air as she stands on the side of the road with her back against the driver’s side door.  But still Aelin shivers.

Her skin is crawling with goosebumbs and she doesn’t think she can feel her fingers.  Not matter how hard she squeezes her biceps; her fingers remain numb.  And she wonders why the hell she’s out here.  

Aelin wipes at the tears on her cheeks just as a car pulls up on the road behind her.  She doesn’t have to look to know who it is.  There’s only one person it could be.

Rowan slowly gets out of his car and comes toward her.  The past few months have been good to him.  Ever since he followed her back to Terrasen and that fateful road trip where she had to relive her past mistakes and horrors—Rowan has never been better. She can see it when he smiles, when he laughs.  He is genuine in the way he expresses himself now.  While still so serious and cautious—he has been able to become himself.

Aelin doubts he’s even been tempted to go back to alcohol anymore.  He’s even stopped eating so many sunflower seeds.

Her chest constricts, her palms start to sweat, and the tears continue to fall.

Rowan settles against the car beside her leaving a touch of space between them.  His arms cross over his chest, muscles rippling beneath his shirt. Aelin wonders how he knew where to find her.  Or even knew that she’d run.  Again. Like always.

“I found an apartment down on main street,” he says. “It’s only got one room with a hellish sized kitchen. But it has a view of the mountains and it’s on the top floor.  Fenrys tried to tell me he’s going to move in and be my new roommate.  I told him no way in hell would be roommates again.”

Aelin manages to crack a smile.  Fenrys is a few years younger than them and on a good day can be described as a chaotic mess of energy.  She loves the kid for it.

“Then Lorcan decided he’s going to move out here too,” Rowan continues.  His eyes are trained on the sky and when Aelin looks at him she can see the faint lines of his tattoo peeking beneath the collar of his shirt. “They’re like a bunch of lost puppies, Fireheart, I swear.”

“But you’re going to take them in anyways,” she whispers.

He looks down at her, a flicker of shock and confusion in his eyes before he smiles softly.  “Yeah.  I am.”

And they’re silent as they stand out there on an old abandoned country road.  No other cars come by, no airplanes fly overhead.  It’s just the two of them standing beneath those stars.  

Rowan finally speaks again. “Where you going?”

“I don’t know,” she admits. “I didn’t even realize how far I got until I stopped.”

As it turns out she made it about two hours outside the main city.  All that surrounds her now are trees, hills, and silence.  She only stopped because she started having a panic attack.  Worse than others she’s had before.  And with the panic attacks come the need for something to calm down.  And the only thing that gets her to calm down is Xanex or Oxy.  And she can’t go back there.

She isn’t aware of Rowan’s shift of position until he’s standing right before her.  His warm body pressing into her, blanketing the panic settling over her.  All she can feel, smell is him.  And it’s enough.  It’s enough that she can breathe evenly.  She can begin to push back on the other little thoughts that had begun to burrow in her mind.

Because Rowan is here.

She wraps her arms around him quickly, pulling him tight against her.  Pressing her forehead against his chest, Aelin breathes deeply and tells herself its going to be alright.  

Rowan is quick to respond. His powerful arms tuck around her waist, his hands flesh against her back.  It’s so comforting to her to know that they fit together so well.  Even when she was high out of her mind on their first meeting, even when she’s struggled to hold herself together—he’s always been there ready to find all her missing pieces.

Aelin can’t help the small sob that burns its way out of her throat.  She’s not even sure where it came from.  Because she’s happy.  She’s finally found a sliver of joy in her hellish life—so why can’t she accept it?

“I’m tired of running,” she tells him. “I’m so tired of running, Rowan.”

Her words are muffled against his chest, but she knows he hears her when his grip tightens and something rumbles in his chest.  His chin comes to rest atop her head as he hold her tighter.

It’s midnight as they stand there together amid a sea of stars over head and the late summer air all around.  

When Aelin pulls away from him sometime later, she finds him already looking down at her.  His green eyes are illuminated by the headlights of his car.  Aelin can see so much hidden in his gaze.  So much left out in the open.  So much of him for her to see.

“Let’s go home,” he says, trailing his fingers along her arms. “We can come get your car in the morning.”

Home.  He says it so casually.  So easily.  Like they haven’t skirted around this idea of maybe perhaps living together.  That maybe they can be domestic and in love despite how screwed up she is.  Home. He says it as though there is no place he’d rather be.

Before Rowan can pull away completely, Aelin tugs him back into her arms, pushing herself onto her toes. When she kisses him, it’s soft and careful, warm and desperate.  She’s been trying to reconcile what a relationship would be like with him when she’s anything but relationship material.

His mouth is greedy against hers as he takes her in.  His taste, his touch—all of it is enough to send Aelin over the edge.  She finds her fingers twisting into the front of his shirt, desperate to get closer to him.

When they finally break apart, breathless and starry eyed, Rowan presses his forehead to hers, his hands moving to cup her cheeks.

His lips press to hers again.  Three times more.  

Aelin sighs into his touch and keeps them rooted where they are.  She knows she needs to tell him everything that’s been plaguing her. Everything that keeps her up at night and makes her drive at random for two hours in the middle of the night but for now, there’s only one real thing that she can say.

“Home stopped being a place when you entered my life,” she says.  She flattens her hands against his chest, one right over his heart.  “It’s more of a feeling.  An idea.  And—and it’s only when I’m with you that I know what that feeling is.”

It’s midnight as he kisses her again.  He kisses away her tears.  Kisses her with a promise that they have all the time in the world.

And she believes him.

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