#maddy writes

[tealeavesandtrash]

Wolfstar Micro Fic - @wolfstarmicrofic prompt: Witch - 443 words

“Are you a witch?” Teddy asks the person behind the till. It’s the first time his Dad has taken him into this shop and it looks like the type of shop a witch would own. Full of candles and glittering gemstones that decorate the walls and dangle from the ceiling. Shelves stacked with small glass bottles of essential oils that look like potion ingredients. 

The person smiles at him, lets out a small laugh. “I’m not, but thank you.” 

Teddy scowls up at them. They look like a witch. Long dark hair, black jacket, tattoos, and smudged makeup around their eyes that looks like smoke. “I don’t believe you.” 

His dad takes him to the shop once a week, every Friday on the way home from school. The more Teddy visits the shop, the more he decides that even if Sirius is a witch, he’s a good witch. He lets Teddy call him Sirius and not ‘Mr Black’ like all his teachers do, and he keeps a bowl of sweets by the till and sneaks Teddy an extra one when his Dad isn’t looking. Teddy’s checked all his storybooks and Sirius is too nice to be an evil witch.

He thinks his Dad likes Sirius as well. He smiles a lot more when they visit Sirius’ shop, not like when they have to go to the post office and Mrs Harris scowls them the whole time and tells Teddy off for running (which he only did once) and sometimes his Dad calls her words under his breath that Teddy isn’t allowed to repeat. 

Sirius and his Dad talk a lot as well. They stand at the till and talk and talk and talk. Teddy listens in sometimes but it’s never anything interesting, just boring adult stuff. Teddy is perfectly happy to leave them be as he explores the shop, smelling all the incense and playing with the shiny rocks. 

It takes a little while for Teddy to figure out what sort of witch power Sirius has, but one day it hits him. His dad had been grumpy all day. The hot water wasn’t working this morning and he broke his favourite mug and after school a car drove by too fast and splashed them with a puddle. 

But when Teddy looks at them through a crystal ball Sirius has on display, Teddy notices in the distorted image that this is the first time he’s seen his Dad smile all day.

He watches his Dad laugh at one of Sirius’ jokes and wonders if he’s figured it out as well.

It’s happy magic. Sirius makes everyone happy.

[invaderzia1]

Imagining walking down the streets of Baldur’s Gate with Astarion as it snows. Of course he’s complaining about it, saying how it’s too cold and if you make him walk any longer he’ll freeze right up. Except when he doesn’t hear you quip back, he turns to look at you, full intention of pouting about how you are ignoring him. Until he notices how you look at the snow, the sense of childlike wonder in your eyes. He wants to make a snarky comment, to roll his eyes and playfully tease, but he can’t find the words to do so. Instead he just watches silently, unable to publicly be vulnerable and allow himself to be soft like this, but enjoying seeing you happy.

You look over to him, seeing a snowflake fall on his nose. And you just stare up at him so lovingly, like he hung the stars in the sky. And it fills his heart with so much adoration and love, not that he would out right tell you that. But he does act suspiciously nicer the rest of the night.

[instantezra]

Highlights

Pairing: Danny Wagner x Reader (gender neutral reader and only like, one use of y/n!)

Summary: danny lets you do his hair that's it that's the plot

Content Warnings: this is mostly just fluff but there is consumption of alcohol and marijuana (don't do drugs or w/e!), adult language, danny being suggestive so i will say this is 18+ minors do not interact!!, use of pet names, mentions of golf (lmao)

Word Count: 2.4k

Author's Note: this is my first fic for gvf!! and my first fic i've written in uhhhh 4 years! disclaimer that this is a work of fiction i do not personally know anyone in GVF i just write my thoughts. this is my offering to tumblr for more greta pals/moots 🙇 also sorry idk if i ever learned how to end a fic so

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It was a good thing Danny trusted you. Maybe too much, considering his current position. He was wearing an oversized t-shirt from his early high school days – slightly raggedy, faded, and giving you a glimpse at his shoulders through some of the holes that had formed over the years. He sat on a chair from the kitchen that had been dragged into the living room and tried to find something mindless to put on in the background on TV. You stood behind him and surveyed the supplies laid out beside the snacks and wine on the coffee table.

Danny had finally agreed to let you put highlights back in his hair. You felt confident in your abilities, but he had a different outlook on this whole operation.

“You know I’m only letting you do this because I couldn’t get an appointment soon, right?” he stated as he landed on a channel replaying highlights from the last U.S. Open.

“You’re letting me do this because you love and trust me and know I would never steer you wrong!” You leaned in, planting a kiss on the crown of his head. “Besides, if I fuck up, I can just shave your head.”

“NOOOO!” Danny dramatically grabbed at his curls, tucking his chin in and leaning forward, almost out of the seat. Both of you burst into a fit of giggles. “What if my head is shaped weird?”

“I’m sure I could find a way to love bald Danny. But we won’t be finding that out! Because I’m a professional. Now watch your golf and shush, I need to read this wikiHow article…” He whipped his head back to look at you incredulously. Giving him a quick wink, you scrolled through the article. Danny had made sure to not wash his hair for a few days, the two of you had spent too long in the beauty supply store finding said supplies, and he was wearing a throwaway shirt in case any dye had spilled. Now all that was left was to get started.

He sat still in front of you, sipping his glass of wine as you sectioned his hair off into different parts. He looked a bit goofy with the various clips and mini buns dotting his head. Sneakily, you took a picture and shared it on your Close Friends story on Instagram, captioned with a few stupid and cryptic emojis. You knew he’d give you shit for it later, but it was still cute. The rattail comb caught into one of his curls, and you almost got to work.

Danny leaned forward, shaking his head to knock your hands away. You popped up an eyebrow inquisitively. He put his glass of wine down and got up to crack open one of your windows. Early autumn air came blowing through, the smell fresh and a slight chill permeating the room. You couldn't help but close your eyes to relish in the crisp air. The next smell you caught was that of the joint Danny had lit. You chuckled lightly as you put on the latex gloves from the highlighting kit.

“You want any? Thought now would be easier than during.” He blew smoke towards the open window and leaned back in his seat, extending an offer.

“I don't think being crossed is a great idea. I will have literal bleach near your head, Dan.”

“What happened to ‘I’m a professional’ and I ‘trust you’, hm?” he asked, teasingly doing air quotes with his hands. You sighed and reached for the joint. He was hard to say no to.

“It's your hair,” you stated and took a small hit. A little wouldn't hurt, right? If anything, it would probably just mean Dan was going to get a great head massage out of it. You loved running your fingers through his locks, but when you were high it was a way to self-soothe. Plenty of nights the two of you could be found lounging in the couch after a few hits, Danny's head in your lap as your fingers mindlessly played in his curls.

Well, usually you did that. If you ended up fucking up his highlights, that would be a bit harder. No curls to run your fingers through after you'd have to shave him. 

You poured the remainder of your wine into Danny’s glass and declined any more weed. Your head was already feeling a bit fuzzier. With newfound focus on the task at hand and gloves on, you mixed in the developer and stared down at the wikiHow article opened on your phone.

Between your fingers you held a strand of curls and laid it on a strip of foil. Danny’s hair was getting long, so he probably should have seen an actual hair stylist. The boys had a very brief break in their tour, and the break was scheduled in such a way that he wasn’t able to make any actual appointments. Danny wasn’t complaining; he wanted to spend as much time as he could with your in your place. You insisted your apartment wasn’t as nice as his place, but he said it felt more “homey.” A place of solace from his life that had changed so much in the past five years. It was a constant, just like you were for him.

You began brushing what Dan had dubbed “the potion” onto his hair, making sure to keep undyed portions separate. Wrapping foil around each wet strand, you got into a rhythm. The only sound in the room was his occasional commentary on the golf on TV and soft crinkling of tin foil. For some reason you weren’t nervous about doing Danny’s hair. Sure, you had only ever dyed your roommate’s hair in college, and that was usually just an all over single color. Those nights consisted of the two of you splitting a bottle of wine, watching the same historical romance movie for the umpteenth time, and chatting about anything and everything. Now you got to share those moments with Danny. Everything with him was just easy.

Occasionally, he’d reach his arm back, offering you the joint (which you refused) or a Twizzler (which you happily accepted). He’d start going off on a tangent about a certain golfer, giving unsolicited opinions that made you giggle. Sometimes he’d get so heated about it, he’d move his head and you had to hold it still with your gloved hands. He’d try to crack a joke and make you giggle, briefly breaking your concentration.

Moments like these were when you realized truly how much you cared for this boy. Not necessarily when he was a rock god, performing for thousands of adoring fans. Not when he travelled the globe, sending you pictures of otherworldly sights and making you yearn for him to return. It was always the quieter moments. It was the comfortable silence of not having to talk, just enjoying each others company. It was the delicate tug of each strand you were going to highlight, him trusting that you wouldn’t hurt him (or worse, make him be bald). When he was home from tour or rehearsal, he always wanted to spend time with you, in your place. He always mentioned it felt like a second home. Even if it was something as mundane as vegetating on the couch together. It was domestic, and it made your heart flutter.

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Most of “the potion” had run out, but you had just enough to do the front curls that framed his beautiful face. You tried to set the last few strips of foil into his lap as you circled around to the front of the chair. Apparently whatever had been on the television now wasn’t as enticing to him, because he set the foils on the table and pulled you into his lap. His eyelids were heavy, covering his bloodshot eyes as he shot you a smirk. You playfully rolled your eyes and continued brushing product onto a few stray curls near his forehead.

“That does it, I think,” you exclaimed and reached towards the coffee table. The brush clattered slightly in the bowl when you set it down. You snatched the unlit joint from its ashtray and flicked the lighter. “Now we just have to check on the color every 5 minutes and then rinse!”

“I can think of a couple things we could do for 5 minutes,” he said and leaned forward to kiss your neck. You giggled into the joint as you struggled to lean away, blowing smoke through your nose and accidentally into Dan’s hair.

“Okay, well, I was going to help you rinse this out but maybe you do need a cold shower by yourself.” Your hips shifted to try to get up and out of his grasp, but his strong hands pulled you back down.

“What!? I was just gonna say we could list our favorite golfers from the last 5 years and why.” He feigned hurt by putting a hand to his chest and pouting. You leaned forward to kiss his pout, which in turn made it a smile. “But actually though… will you help me rinse it? I don’t want to fuck it up.” There was a sincerity to his statement. No matter how silly he had been before - he really did trust you.

It was always the quieter moments. Pinching the end of the filter to his lips so Danny could take the last few hits. Feeling the haze of smoking hit your head. Comfortably sitting in his lap like it was made just for you. Peaking under the foils to see how the color was developing. His dopey smile as he squeezed your hips. Just being together, those were the moments you lived for.

Both of you were shot out of your dazed states by the alarm on your phone. Next thing you knew you were floating down the hall, following him into your tiny bathroom and sitting him down on the closed seat. A fit of giggles erupted from both of you as he tried to lay his large frame against the toilet lid with his hair dangling into the tub. Danny was used to getting this done in a salon, but your shitty apartment bathroom would have to do.

His lips were moving but you couldn’t hear it over the rushing water coming from the faucet. He seemed to be talking about some dumb idea Sam had, but that quickly turned to a yelp once you redirected some of the water onto his head.

“Shit, why is it so cooooooold?” His whines made your chest clench. The position he was in looked incredibly uncomfortable and the icy cold water probably didn’t help. But you couldn’t help but notice the scrunch of his nose, the freckles sprinkled across the bridge and his cheeks, the redness in his face from laying with his head nearly upside down. He looked so adorable, even with a tangle of curls flopped into the tub.

“Sorry, hon, but it’s gotta be cold,” you reassured him by massaging his scalp gently. The pressure applied from your fingertips mixed with the acclimation to the temperature had Danny closing his eyes. A hum came from his chest, and he relaxed into your touch. You took this as a good sign and leaned over him to make sure all the product was rinsed out.

“I d’know if it’s cuz I’m stoned or if you’re just magic, but this feels really really good,” he mumbled, leaning up to trail kisses down your jaw and neck.

“I think it’s a bit of both, bub. Keep that up though and you’ll be doing shampoo and conditioner yourself, Mr. Wagner.” You tugged his hair gently, not necessarily to rile him up but moreso as a warning. This elicited a chuckle, and he leaned his head back once more.

“Alright, alright, I can take a hint.” You smiled down at him, continuing your ministrations. There was another comfortable silence between the two of you. Danny carefully folded his hands across his chest while you carefully shampooed and conditioned his hair. He didn’t even complain when you poured a cup of water over his curls, gently working the products out of his freshly highlighted hair. You used an old plush towel to catch the drips from his waterlogged locks and helped him sit up on the toilet seat. He beamed up at you lazily as you softly scrunched his curls a bit drier. “Thank you for doing this,” he whispered.

“Of course, lovey,” you softly replied. “Now, you do that mysterious curl routine of yours and tell me how it looks. I’m gonna go start us some dinner.” You left him alone in the bathroom, knowing he had some products in the medicine cabinet that he’d left at your place just in case. The dye job had honestly come out not too shabby. It probably wasn’t as great as his professional stylist’s job, but it wasn’t anything to be ashamed of. You wouldn’t know until you returned to the bathroom, though.

You went to check on him after prepping some food and pouring two more glasses of wine. The sound of the hair dryer stopped, so you knew he must be close to done. Turning into the doorway, you stood behind him. His gaze in the mirror went from his hair to your eyes, giving you a soft smile. You snaked your arms around him from behind, resting your chin on his shoulder.

“So… not too bad, right?”

“It looks great, y/n. Really, it does. Thank you,” he said gently.

“You’re so pretty, Danny.” 

A blush rose to his cheeks. That shy smile of his appeared on his face, and you got that funny feeling in your chest again. The amount of poetry you could write just on the features of his face would make Keats and Byron blush in embarrassment. Danny had to know he was handsome, but he still hadn’t gotten used to you calling him pretty. Or beautiful. Really, any time you complimented him he felt on top of the world. There was a slight tension in the air, though, and you hoped you hadn’t made him uncomfortable. So you cut the tension.

“So… you don’t want me to shave it?” You poked at his side and he let out a bellowing laugh.

“No, no, no. No bald Danny,” he said, twisting around to face you. “I like being your pretty Danny.”

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uwu if you got this far yippee also thank u to my bestie for beta reading this (they don't use tumblr but i love them) and to @godly-sinsx for helping me brainstorm <3

also idk if i need to do pic credit it's literally from daniel's insta tho

[carry-on-my-wayward-hobbit]

Relationship: Sirius Black/Remus Lupin

Additional Tags: Canon Compliant, Post-POA, Lie Low At Lupin's, Angst, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Implied/Referenced Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Character Study

Summary:

Shall they return to beating of great bells A few, a few, too few for drums and yells May creep back, silent, to village well

A post-POA oneshot. Remus can not fix this.

[madelynraemunson]

just like a D20, there will be 20 chapters in cmwyw 🎲🐉⚔️🔥 we’re almost at the end guys, thank you 🥺

[galaghiel]

Both Jack and Maddie stared at him, speechless. Silence blanketed the lab, everything but Danny’s strangled crying, his hand pressed over the muzzle as if to hide it. No- to hold it still, to still the dozen wicked barbs that were digging into his tongue, probably ripping it with each sob.

a little sketch of @liketolaugh-writes amazing one-shot fanfic that you can read here

[fandomfuntimem]

Dp x Dc

Clark got an invite to visit is cousin Maddie in Amity park! He always enjoys visiting them. Its a wild time, Maddie's kids are nice, and he gets to be the coolest cousin in the world. Impressing his little cousins with tricks that could only be explained by magic (he has litteraly crushed a rock to dust to make is "disapear").

But when he arrives this time, maybe bringing a few friends with him (i imagine the main group is Bruce, Clark, Lous, and maybe Damian, Tim, Conner, and Jon), the Town is chaos. Rouge government agents running around, magic undead creatures wreaking Havoc, and a young superhero barely holding it together. Even worse, Maddie and her husband seem so wrapped up in their work that they don't even notice their kids half the time! AND WHY DOES DANNY FORGET TO BREATH????!?!?!?!?!?

[glow-in-the-dark-death]

Talk (Silence)

~

Danny has gotten used to not having to watch what he said as the years went by.

In Amity everyone basically knew he was Phantom and just treated it as normal, and he had already told his parents what had happened,

They did a total 180 on their opinions, now chasing after ghosts to question them about everything they could squeeze out of them.

They were very proud of Danny too, often helping him with their technology.

Having said that he got used to not watching what he said in Amity, everyone knew so why bother right?

Unfortunately he was not in Amity

He was in Gotham visiting Jazz, who had moved for University.

They were currently in a cafe catching up, talking as their used to.

Not realizing that their conversation without context sounded very worrying.

~

Jazz: " So how are mod and dad?"

Danny: "Oh you know the usual, they're making new weapons, hopefully this time they wont target me, getting shot sucks, but I prefer it over getting electrocuted "

Jazz: " Good luck!"

(TOPC)The other people in the cafe: What the fuck

~

Danny: " Vlad keeps putting cameras in my room, so I went and confronted him about it again, I don't care that he's the mayor! "

Jazz: " He really needs some therapy"

Danny: " He's a fruitloop, he's beyond help"

TOPC: *concerned side eye*

~

Jazz: "You know I was a bit more worried about the criminals here, but honestly weak, I miss actual competent villains"

Danny: "I told you!"

TOPC not sure if they should be offended or wary of where they live

~

Jazz: " You know I kinda miss the food back home"

Danny: "What that it would come back to life and fight you to the death?"

Jazz: " I mean that too, but I was talking about the taste"

Danny: " Oh yes the chemically contaminated food really has some extra flavor compared to this" *gestures at his plate*

~

Danny: " I went to the park to play with Cujo and got kidnapped and they almost cut me in half"

Danny/Jazz: "Typical Friday!"

TOPC recording on their phones to make sure they're not hallucinating, someone is live tweeting.

~

Just an Idea

[heartmaddie]

cuddling with the haikyuu boys ! ushijima , suna , sakusa , hinata , oikawa

incl post timeskip and pre time skip , oikawa's one is a tadbit sad , gender neutral reader (except the last of ushijima headcannons where reader is pregnant but everything else is gn)

ushijima wakatoshi °˖➴જ⁀➴‎‎‎‎ ㅤㅤㅤ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎chronic big spoon

⋆ he loves big spooning so much ; especially after finding looking at you face to face a little bit awkward when cuddling

⋆ in the early relationship stage he didn’t touch you often, so cuddling sort of opened that gateway for him

⋆ even then, he loves feeling your head against his chest while it beats embarrassingly fast against your ears

⋆ he’s not opposed to being the little spoon, but once he’s back from practice you’d likely be asleep by then, so it’s easiest to just slide into bed from the back like so.

⋆ before he realises that you like the feeling of being squished he’s probably a bit concerned that he’s holding you too tight

⋆ post time skip he doesn’t care as much and just squeezes you tightly until you tell him to stop

⋆ he’s the sweetest, he only started cuddling for you but then continued because he fell in love with the way he could bury his nose against you while palming at your soft skin.

⋆ if you do decide to have babies then he likes running his hands against your pregnant stomach and feeling the baby kick and squirm against his large, rough hands.

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ushijima doesn’t necessarily convey his affection through physical touch, he’d much rather tell you how he adored you straight to your face with no miscommunication, that was just how he functioned. but while your relationship developed overtime, he would start to notice how often you’d cling onto his arm, or during movie nights at his dorm you’d tuck yourself under his bicep, so he started to worry that he wasn’t providing for you enough in a physically affectionate manner.

the first night you stayed at his dorm was when tendou was at his family home for the weekend, so he decided to invite you over for the night. your laptop’s perched on his lap and you’re laying against his hard chest, the both of you eagerly watching your favourite movie. around the halfway point, ushijima takes note of the intimacy between the two characters, how their bodies would intertwine on the soft mattress, and he yearned to embrace you like that too.

his olive eyes flicker down to your figure, how through your blue light glasses, you’d watch the film with fascination in your eyes, you’ve watched this film hundreds of times so to ushijima this long-standing attachment was quite strange. he raked his thick fingers through your hair, gently running them through each strand before catching your attention, looking up at him curiously you ask him what’s up.

“oh, nothing,” the vibrations of his thick voice ripples through the air as he pulls you a bit closer, “i’ve never held someone like that before.” he gestures to the screen. 

you smile up at him, gently closing the laptop and carefully laying it on the ground, 

“okay, we can try now!” you say happily, sliding your arms around him and pressing a chaste kiss to his lips, which he’d happily return.

soon enough, ushijima found his head nestled against your ear with his arms wrapped tightly around your waist, your back pressed up against his chest as he held you tight. 

“i’m quite fond of this.” he murmurs in your ear, pressing his thin lips against the skin of your neck.

he shut his eyes tight, inhaling your sweet scent while he felt himself slowly drift off to sleep, finding it a little bit easier with you curled up in his arms.

suna rintaro °˖➴જ⁀➴ ㅤㅤㅤbear hugger

⋆ even in a non-cuddling sense, suna loves wrapping his arms around you and making you feel small in his embrace

⋆ even in the early relationship stage, he’d be pulling you into his arms and pressing kisses against your neck while you giggle

⋆ and he does it everywhere, he’s a big fan of pda.

⋆ when you’re cuddling, he likes laying right on top of you with his arms wrapped around your waist, your head buried in his neck while he rubs your neck

⋆ he’s so touchy its insatiable, he’d always have his arm around your waist ready to pull you into his arms

⋆ after a long day of work all he needs is to be wrapped up in your arms, squishing against your shoulders and breathing in the accords of his favourite perfume before he’s easily knocked out for hours.

⋆ sometimes it gets so bad that you literally can’t breathe so you have to roll him off your body and he’d pout about it for a couple of days

⋆ he likes laying his head on your chest too, so he can listen to your heartbeat as it lulls him to sleep

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suna felt all the stress upon his shoulders, head slouched down as he attempted to type the password into the apartment door before it opens gently before him and he perks up immediately at the sight of you in your pink flannel pajamas. you’re embraced by his sweaty body, and he’s pressing kisses against your neck as he uses his foot to kick the door shut, lifting you into his toned arms and carrying you to the bedroom.

“missed you so, so much.” he murmured between pecks, his voice muffled by the warm skin of your nape.

“go have a shower rinnie, you smell like sweat.” you huff, sitting up on the bed as you tried to push him off you, he pouts before pressing a soft kiss on your cheek, standing up to strip his shirt and walk into the bathroom. in your moments of solitude, you reach for the book on your nightstand and work through it, encapsulated in each page, not even realising when rintarou exits the bathroom. 

he gently takes the book out of your hands, placing the bookmark between the pages fold and leaving it on the nightstand, pressing another kiss to your lips as he slides into the bed. 

“i missed you soo much.” rintarou mutters as he lays next to you, pulling you into his warm arms as he snuggles into your neck, “lemme lie on you, pleasee.” he begs, and you look at him with a sidelong glance.

“just wait a bit, we can cuddle like that right before we go to sleep.” you hum, looking over at him and pressing a soft kiss to his forehead, making him melt into the soft mattress with a dorky smile.

“i love you.” he’d murmur, pulling you tight against his chest and capturing your lips in a soft, chaste kiss. 

“i love you too.” your voice is muffled against his lips, but he still smiles against you, nuzzling his head against your cheek while your arms move to wrap around him tight.

suna takes this as initiative to lay right on top of you, your head nestled against his chest as his arms snake around your upper torso, squeezing you tight as he knocks the wind out of your chest. he lets a deep sigh of relief escape him, holding you close as he falls into deep tranquil.

sakusa kiyoomi °˖➴જ⁀➴ ㅤㅤㅤaddicted to your warmth

⋆ he hated the idea of sleeping in the same bed as you during your early relationship stage

⋆ but a couple months into your relationship he starts getting used to your warm body wrapped up in his sheets

⋆ soon enough he’s addicted to your warmth, always recaching out for you in bed so at least one part of your bodies are touching

⋆ at first it’s more that you’d sleep back to back, so he could still soak up your warmth without being entirely in your warms

⋆ but as your relationship progresses he starts getting used to the idea of placing his hand on your face while you sleep

⋆ he faces you while you sleep so he can watch you during the late hours of the night

⋆ sakusa values his sleep, but he definitely used to be an insomniac before you started dating

⋆ having your warmth next to him helped, it lulled him to sleep with ease.

⋆ he likes draping an arm over you in the winter, on good nights he’ll pull you into his arms and lean against your neck

⋆ in the summer he’ll stay away from you though, you overheat frequently and he prefers staying cold in bed.

⋆˙⟡ —

it’s so cold.

sakusa’s shivering on his side of the bed, the thick covers of this hotel bed not keeping him warm like the ones at home do. he pulls the sleeves of his flannel shirt down, trying to cover him whole as he looks outside, the snow gracefully falling to the ground as he contemplates his misery. he looks over at your sleeping body, dressed merely in his sweatshirt and pants as you slept soundly, clutching onto your pillow tight. he’s jealous, he wants to be able to sleep so calmly like that as well, but of course the cold weather had to bar him from that.

sakusa hesitantly shifts closer to your side of the bed, and he’s temporarily shocked by the warmth which radiated off your soft body, but he shouldn’t be surprised, you were always warm to the touch. a hint of guilt hits him when he notices you stirring awake, rubbing your eyes before they flicker open to look at him.

“is something wrong, kiyoomi?” you ask, the tiredness evident in your voice as you look up at him with soft, sleepy eyes. he shook his head, gently placing his hand on your cheek and gently caressing the smooth skin, smiling softly.

“can’t sleep, it’s cold.” he explains, shifting closer to you.

“wanna try this?” you sit up and wrap your arms around his waist, letting him have the time to pull out, but instead he melts into your embrace, holding you tight as you fall onto the bed from his weight.

“thank you.” he whispers against your neck, seemingly addicted at the way your soft body would wrap around his. sakusa would lay his ear against your pulsating heart, the steady rhythm calming himself as he soaked up all the warmth you’d offer him, occasionally pawing against your soft skin as he watched you fall asleep once again.

sakusa inhales your soft scent, and he realises that he’s never held you so intimately before. he wondered if you noticed that too, but it was likely naught. his dry fingers rubbed up and down your skin, feeling every bump and crevice before he himself fell into the deepest sleep he’s ever experienced.

hinata shoyo °˖➴જ⁀➴ ㅤㅤㅤlittle spoon :p

⋆ he likes being the little spoon because it makes him feel safe in your arms

⋆ he’s a very physically affectionate boy, so when you started dating he’d always want you clinging onto his arm

⋆ he thinks you smell really nice, so when you spoon him it always rubs off on him

⋆ it’s really grounding for him when you hold him 

⋆ when you were in brazil together and he started growing a bit more, it was difficult for you to hold him as such, which how you shifted into him laying on your chest with your arms draped around his neck

⋆ he thinks you’re heaven when you run your fingers through his hair.

⋆ sometimes if you’re sitting on the couch together hinata will casually lean against your lap as you scratch his head

⋆ when you’re not laying with him, he’ll clutch his pillows really tight and pretend that it’s you

⋆ he loves sleeping in your bed because it’s a lot softer than his futon

⋆ he’s such a loverboy - always wanting to cuddle and hold you in his arms

⋆ brazil hinata likes when you squish on his biceps………..

⋆ ok but when shoyo and natsu were a bit younger natsu would curl up near him and he felt like a very proud big brother

⋆˙⟡ —

hinata shoyo smells like the sunshine.

it didn’t matter how much bergamot scented soap he’d lather onto his skin twice a day, the smell of sea salt and sand were deeply engraved into his natural musk, and you wouldn’t have it any other way. you gently run your fingers down his arm, frowning of the remnants of the sand which would scrape at him during his time at the beach. 

“sho, what did i tell you about sunscreen?” you scold, voice quiet as you rub aloe vera gel on his tanned skin which glowed pink, dead skin rolling into little balls under your fingers and you groan in mild disgust.

“i always put it on at the start of the day, i swear!” he looks back at you, obviously in pain as his eyebrows knit together, “be gentle!” he whines, wincing as the soothing cream would sting his sensitive skin.

“this is the consequences of your actions.” you mutter in response, continuing to spread the cold gel across his shoulders and back, but you comply against your words, slowing your movements and massaging the aloe vera into his skin with care.

he groans and whines, but his hand reaches yours when you finish, and he’s gently pressing his lips against yours, gel from his nose rubbing off onto yours.

“i’m so tired.” he huffs, pulling an old shirt over his head, the fabric sticking to his skin uncomfortably. “hold onto me for a bit.” you nod, shifting behind him and letting him curl his back into your chest, you take his hands and rub small circles on his palm. 

“you’re so good to me baby.” he hums, bringing your hand up to his lips and pressing soft kisses against the skin. you smile against his nape, inhaling his spicy salty musk with your eyes closed, relaxed against the boys skin as you held him tight.

oikawa tooru °˖➴જ⁀➴ ㅤㅤㅤeager for your consolement

⋆ he’s also a very affectionate boy, even when you weren’t dating he’d ‘platonically’ pull you into his arms tight

⋆ so when you do confirm that you’re officially a couple, he’s more intimate in the ways that he’d hold you

⋆ his lips are glued onto your cheeks, he thinks those kisses are sweeter than the ones on your lips

⋆ when you cuddle, he’ll lay his head on your chest with his body off the side of yours

⋆ he likes feeling smaller in your embrace, even if he’s much larger

⋆ tooru likes looking up at you and telling you all about your day, letting you run your fingers through his thin strands of hair

⋆ he loves pda, because to him, you’re so gorgeous and he’s scared that someone will take you away

⋆ when you’re asleep and he’s on your chest, he likes reaching up and gently stringing your hair between his fingers

⋆ sometimes when he’s sad he likes curling up against your side as you console him

⋆ his love languages are a mix of everything, so when you’re the one being held, he’ll pull you close to his mouth so he can whisper how much you mean to him straight into your ear.

⋆ he also loves listening to music with you, so he’ll cuddle against your warmth while your record player spins in the background.

⋆ also films, he’s a big fan of watching all the films you love.

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he lets out sobs against the warmth of your chest, letting your arms gently cradle his head as you whisper affirmations into his ears.

“i’m so sorry.” he’d mutter repeatedly against your chest, “i’m so sorry i lost.” his tears wet the fabric of your shirt, you gently patted the expanse of his back, offering your physical affection as a means to calm him down.

"oh baby, you don't need to apologise" you hum, pressing your lips against his forehead and your nose brushes against his hair, temporarily stunning your senses with his sweet scent. but tooru felt weak, although, finding your words somewhat comforting as he’d look up at you, his eyes rimmed red and snot falling from his nose. you gently rub his cheek, pressing your lips against his scalp.

“but i lost? and i promised that i’d take everyone to nationals - and i didn’t.” his words were choked, spaced by sobs as he’d lay against your chest, your heart swelled with sorrow, chest tightening up as you witnessed tooru’s expression. even with his tear stained eyes and splotchy red face, he was more beautiful than you could’ve imagined.

“oh tooru,” you whisper against his skin, “everyone’s so proud of you regardless, if it wasn’t for your support, no one would’ve gotten here anyways.” you pull him closer to your upper body, burying your face into his hair as your fingers traced up and down his arm. “you’re a good player, and an even better captain. the sport is more than just winning, it’s like the relationships that blossom from it.” you try to explain, gently stroking his hair.

“you really think?” he asks hesitantly, letting himself be pulled closer as he shivers within your embrace.

“i know, baby, i know.”

against his red face and snotty nose, he lets out a small smile when he looks up at you, sitting up to wipe his nose with his sleeve.

“i really love you, yn.” he mutters, letting you embrace him as he cries, “i really think you’re the best thing thats ever happened to me.”

contradicting the situation, you let out a soft laugh, making him smile against the nape of your neck.

“i love you too, tooru.”

and with your arms wrapped around him tight, tooru knew that everything would be okay.

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i think i mayhaps cooked with this one

sorry i was supposed to post this like yesterday night but i got distradcted playing dress to impress

maybe i wrote hinata in for one of my moots,,, mayhaps...

[tealeavesandtrash]

Wolfstar Micro Fic - @wolfstarmicrofic prompt: Gymnastics - 260 words

“I think you’re reading too much into this,” Sirius mutters as he flops onto the bed, burying his face in the sheets and jostling James and his laptop in the process.

“You’re not reading into it enough. He literally asked you out on a date.”

Sirius lets out a small whining huff. “We’re just getting food,” comes the muffled response. “Me and you go for food together all the time, it doesn’t mean he like likes me.”

"No, it means you're both head-over-heels in love with each other and he's the only one who's worked up the guts to actually do something about it," James corrects. “Have you seen the place he’s taking you? I don’t take you out to fancy romantic restaurants, that’s exclusively for people I want to bang.”

Sirius pokes his head out of the pillow, pouting like a petulant child. “So he only wants me for my body?”

“The mental gymnastics you’re pulling to avoid this are astounding. He’s probably at home doodling Remus Black as we speak.”

“Lupin-Black.”

“What?”

The pout shifts into a dopey, lovesick grin. It makes James want to whack him over the head with a pillow. “We’d double-barrel our names.”

“Jesus Christ, you’re both insufferable," James mutters, kicking Sirius in the ribs to make him get up. "Go get ready for your date so you two can make goo-goo eyes at each other without bothering me.”

Sirius reluctantly slides off the bed, slinking out to his own room, with one final protest of  “Not a date!” 

“Save it for the wedding!”

[invaderzia1]

SAGAU

imagine kuni becomes self aware, he isn’t sure how but he can sense you the player. at first he thinks you are a nuisance, how some big god hiding behind Lumine. but when he brings it up in passing to nahida she has no idea what he’s talking about. nobody does, they all think he’s a little crazy when he mentions some god like presence that follows the traveler around.

that pisses him off, that he can see and sense you are a different entity from Lumine that nobody else wants to mention. so he avoids you, except you keep finding him, seeking his company out. out of all the people in teyvat, you want him. he hears how happy you get when Lumine talks to him and sees how you spoil him. he tries to avoid it, but then you start making him more powerful and giving him little gifts. slowly, he starts to like it.

he starts to look forward to seeing you in the teapot and you taking him on missions, anything to be next to you. he then starts being able to see game menus and stuff, nobody else seems aware of any of this, but he is. it scares him the first time because everything freezes around him, he can barely move an inch the first few times you open your character menu. then he sees you working on raising his friendship level and nobody else’s.

while you are offline, he starts messing with things. bringing new items to your teapot and getting you more wishes, he always loves to hear you get happy by seeing how many wishes you randomly got. then he gets tired of this, he starts trying to get your attention, particularly after seeing you using Kazuha more. so he starts taking certain people off your teams when you are gone, making them leave his teapot when you put them there, and messing with menus.

then one day, while he’s messing with stuff to keep you in the game longer, he ends up opening discord. honestly, it startles him but he learns your name. he feels bad invading your personal conversations but he’ll be damned if he doesn’t learn more about you. so he reads some of them and learns a lot about you.

next time you log on, he starts speaking directly to you, saying voice lines you’ve never heard before. it’s sweet, telling you how much he loves to spend time with you and how he hopes you’ll stay with him. it’s weird at first because there wasn’t a new update anytime soon and nobody else had said anything about this, but hey at least it’s him saying it! and then it happens out of the teapot. like hell comment on random glitches or things in the story that aren’t apart of his quest lines.

one day you reply to one of his comments and he replies back. sitting there confused, you start to think maybe you’ve played too much and need to log off, except when you go to open the menu you see him scowling at you off to the side. so you do the logical thing and ask if he can hear you. which prompts him to say “I’m glad you finally caught on”.

extra: but if he sees you playing another video game, he will get jealous. you’ll check on him in the teapot and he’ll be so rude, telling you to go play whatever game you were just playing. that is until he learns how to add himself into your game <3

[instantezra]

Pumpkin, Pumpkin

Pairing: Danny Wagner x gn!Reader (tried to keep it gender neutral!)

Summary: PUMPKIN PATCH DATE WITH DANIEL WAGNER aka the dream

Content Warnings: this is just fluffy fluff but does contain some adult language (like, maybe one f word), use of y/n, possible grammatical errors cuz im lazy

Word Count: just under 3k

Author's Note: happy halloween bbs!! some of this is based on actual events i have experienced at a pumpkin patch and we all know the tiktok of fall danny so i hope you enjoy this mishmash of autumnal activities 🍂🎃 i can't come up w titles either so this is just cuz i have the song by the regrettes stuck in my head

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The county road had quickly turned from sunbleached pavement to gravel. Danny’s car jostled on the loose rocks, but you could barely even tell. It felt like your body was shaking from sheer excitement. A worn wooden sign with a big red arrow appeared at the bottom of the hill, indicating where the pumpkin patch entrance was.

Danny knew how much you loved fall; it was one of his favorite seasons, too. Both of you were adorned in your coziest fall sweaters. You had stopped at a gas station on the way to the rural attraction, and the heat from the cheap coffee in your hands added to the comfy vibe. You downed the rest of the drink as your boyfriend pulled into a parking spot in the large open lot.

The pumpkin patch was surprisingly slow that morning, but you weren’t complaining. The small family-owned farm felt like a hidden gem, and it had become sort of a tradition for you and Danny. You’d find a free weekend that worked for both of you, choose each other’s sweaters, make the hour-long trek to the pumpkin patch, and spend all day together outdoors.

The pumpkin patch sat on acres and acres of land, with multiple patches to walk through, along with a quaint little barn full of goodies. There were lawn games, a couple slides, a hay bale maze, and your favorite - the corn maze.

As soon as you hopped out of the car, you made a beeline towards the central barn. Danny laughed, jogging after you and snatching your hand up in his. You beamed up at him.

“So, what’s the game plan?” he asked, swinging your arms back and forth between you. “Get some snacks at the barn, maybe some hot apple cider?”

“Duh. Then I was thinking we should start with the corn maze.”

Inside the barn, you had to control Daniel’s urge to buy you everything you wanted. There were popcorn balls, bricks of homemade fudge, gallons of apple cider, and more flavors of honey sticks than you thought possible. He gravitated towards the fudge, graciously taking every sample the employee would offer. You joined him, deciding you’d have to buy some on your way out. Before tackling the corn maze, however, you needed some fuel.

“Two apple ciders, please.” Danny ordered drinks for the two of you as you perused the honey sticks. There was no going wrong with classic clover honey, so you grabbed a few of those. It was always fun to try the different fruits, so you grabbed a raspberry and orange. There were more unique flavors as well, like chocolate brownie and even a cinnamon Fireball. You ended up grabbing a few of the Fireball flavors - the Kiszka’s would probably want to try those later.

Danny struggled a few times to get his honey stick open. With your coaching and reminding him to put it between his molars, you knew he got it when a wide smile showed on his face. He ate a clover stick in one quick pull of his fingers. You bit down on a raspberry flavored stick and decided to savor it. Danny handed you your hot cider, and you followed him out of the barn.

“Where to next, sweets? Corn maze?” He peered at you through his amber sunglasses, taking a careful sip of the piping hot drink in his hand.

“Yes! Corn maze! Follow me!” You overtook his stride and started leading. The entrance to the maze had an adorable wooden standee of a scarecrow pointing towards where the corn parted. You weaved through the beginning, where it was much easier. Danny grabbed your hand and squeezed it gently, just happy to tag along. 

The maze changed every year, but you still had a pretty good intuition. It helped that there was a pretty well trodden path to follow. After quite a few twists and turns, you stopped at your first dead end. Danny took the opportunity (and privacy) to wrap his arms around you from behind, stopping you from turning around. It was innocent, but you felt heat rise to your cheeks as he placed a gentle kiss to the back of your head. Before you could turn around to face him, you heard a piercing meow come from the dense corn field in front of you.

“What was that?” Danny asked, letting you out of the embrace.

“It sounded like a meow. But a pretty distressed one,” you guessed, looking around frantically. The meow came again, this time sounding a bit closer. “I think there’s a kitten stuck in the maze. He got lost like us! Come here, little guy…” You bent down, trying to peer into the thicket of corn. Danny parted the dead end and tried to step in between the stalks, you closely following him.

A little ways in and you could see a flash of black dart between towering stalks. The poor thing couldn’t have been older than 8 weeks old, trying its best to hide but getting frightened. Danny stopped and lowered himself down to a squat.

“C’mere little guy. It’s okay…” His voice was soft and sweet. You joined in, kneeling next to him and putting your hand out slowly. With a gentle “pspsps” from both of you, the kitten stopped its frantic movement and let out a smaller, more normal mewl. “We aren’t gonna hurt you.” Danny reached his hand out as well, moving slowly to not scare the little creature more than it already was.

The kitten crept slowly towards you, coming up to your boyfriend’s hand and giving it a hesitant sniff. After a few smells and an agonizing time spent being still as a statue, there seemed to be a truce. Danny slowly reached out with his large hands and scooped the kitten up. You stood from your crouched position, watching him hold it with such care.

“Oh my god. We have to take it home, Dan, please? Pretty please?”

“Y/N…” he quirked an eyebrow up at you, cradling the kitten up into his chest. “I don’t think we can do a kitten right now. Besides, I think it’s more important to get this little guy outta here.” The kitten settled into Danny’s soft sweater, tucking its little pink nose into his chest. “What do you think, bud?”

“Wait… don’t move.” Without any sudden movements, you sneakily took your phone from your pocket. “This might be the cutest thing I’ve ever seen.” Opening your camera app, you took an obscene amount of photos of your boyfriend holding the kitten. It turned into an impromptu photo session, the kitten getting more and more comfortable with Danny. He held it up against his cheek. Loud purrs were emanating from the kitty’s tiny fuzzy body. Danny gave a toothy grin to the camera, and you could feel your heart melting from the cuteness.

Danny handed you the kitten, snapping some photos with his phone of you absolutely losing it over its adorableness. You refused to give the kitten back, so Danny simply took your other hand and led you away from the corn maze’s dead end.

After a few more twists and turns, you found a well worn path in the dirt again. The kitten didn’t seem to mind being held anymore. If anything, it was probably grateful to have warmth and an easy way out of the maze. Danny pointed ahead at an opening, one that seemed to lead to the rest of the pumpkin patch. Going through the stalks of corn, you found the official exit.

With the kitten still in tow, the three of you made your way back to the central barn. Part of you wanted to hide the kitten in your shirt, keeping him as a stowaway. Daniel found an employee and asked about the kitten, explaining your whole adventure finding it.

“Oh we have a whole litter! Poor thing, he must have strayed a little too far from the barn! Thank you for finding him, they usually just play in the back there,” she explained, pointing towards a gate that closed off part of the barn from the public. In the back, you saw the rest of the litter. The kitten you found seemed to be the only black cat, as there were orange, calico, and gray kittens tumbling around on the concrete floor. Seeing his siblings, the kitten started wriggling in your arms.

“I think he wants to go play, Y/N.” Danny put one hand on your shoulder and scratched the kittens ears with his other. Begrudgingly, you planted a sweet kiss on it’s tiny forehead and set it gently on the ground. The kitten bounded through the bars of the gate, running for his littermates and tackling an orange kitten to the ground. Your heart swelled at the idea of having pets of your own with Danny. It was easy to imagine curling up together on the couch, a cat of your own padding its way across the couch to join the cuddling.

You had to turn away from the kittens in case your impulse control failed you, lest you become a cat-napper.

Danny took your hand and led you out of the barn to explore the pumpkin patch more. Near the barn were a few slides made of giant old plastic pipes. They seemed child-sized, but that still didn’t stop your giant boyfriend from trying one of them. You stood at the end of the slide, immediately pulling your phone out to record him. He yelled from the top, giving you a wave and a loud “whoop” and entered the tube. In an anticlimactic end, you heard him scooching himself down. You tried your best to keep the recording stable, but it was difficult with laughs wracking your entire body.

“Okay. Maybe I’m too big for these now. Not much of a slide.” His large frame was tucked in on itself as he tried to exit the bottom. You reached out a hand to help him up, but he gave it a kiss before hoisting himself onto his feet.

“So maybe the slides aren’t our speed. How about the hay bale maze?” You asked, walking towards the large round bales. They were configured in a labyrinthian shape, much simpler than the corn maze.

“Ohh fuck yes,” Danny said under his breath. He gave your hand a squeeze, let go of it, and immediately ran towards the start. Before you could follow him into the maze, he launched himself onto the hay bale itself. Ignoring all of the children staring, he clambered onto the top and stood proudly, flinging his arms out to the side. “Come join me, Y/N!”

Your eyes darted around, seeing if any employees were going to yell at him for climbing the bales instead of doing the maze as it was intended. A lone teen with a pumpkin patch vest on looked at Danny, looked at you, and shrugged, turning his attention back to raking leaves. That felt like some sort of permission, so you started to scale the hay bale.

Danny reached a hand down to help hoist you up. The hay bales were pretty big, over 5 feet tall and luckily firm enough to support two grown adults. You were grateful for wearing a comfortable pair of boots, because as soon as you were up and on your feet, Danny laughed and darted away. He jumped across the path to another haybale, clearing at least a gap of at least 4 feet. He held a hand out to you again, inviting you to make the jump.

Getting across the gap was slightly nervewracking, but you made it across and landed into Danny’s arms. He gave you a small squeeze then went back to jumping across the hay. You couldn’t help but giggle at him. As you and Danny played on the hay, the children that had been completing the labyrinth joined in. Soon, there were more people on top of the hay playing than there were doing the maze as intended. A young girl no more than 5 started chasing Danny, and he was more than happy to join in the game. You sat down, swinging your legs off the edge and watched the fun.

Seeing him let his inner child go free, jumping and giggling alongside the kids, made you feel all warm and fuzzy inside. It was nice to watch him bloom and grow on stage and as a musician, but moments like these reminded you why you truly loved him. He was himself, whoever that was – it was perfect for you.

After jumping on nearly every haybale and completing the maze from above, you sat down on top of one and plopped down onto your back. Danny bounded over to you, joining you in laying down and looking at the wide open sky. For being a crisp fall day, the warming sun was a welcome addition. A few wispy clouds rolled by here or there, but it was lovely just to lay together and simply exist for a bit. Your lover’s arms pulled you over onto his chest, rubbing small circles into your back as you cuddled on the hay.

You weren’t sure how much time had passed up there, but the sky darkened quickly with incoming clouds. Most of the children that had been playing with Danny had left to do other activities around the farm. With the clouds covering the sun, a chill settled in and your cute yet slightly-too-thin flannel wasn’t cutting it. You sat up and slid off the hay bale. Danny followed your cue, sliding off behind you and wrapping his arms around you.

“Ready to go home? It’s getting a little chilly,” he asked. While it was getting colder, you still hadn’t gotten any pumpkins - the sole point of a pumpkin patch!

“Let’s pick some pumpkins first, I wanna carve some with you tonight.”

“Of course, sweets. Let me get us a wheelbarrow.”

Danny came back moments later with the wheelbarrow. You turned on your heel towards the U-Pick patch, but Dan had a different plan. All of a sudden your feet left the ground, and you squealed. He picked you up and cradled you briefly before setting you in the empty wheelbarrow. Your legs barely fit, but bringing your knees up to your chest allowed you to sit semi-comfortably inside.

“Ready to go?”

“Daniel, how are we going to fit pumpkins if I’m in here?” you asked as he wheeled you into the patch.

“I’ll just put them on you, pumpkin.” You smiled and rolled your eyes at the silly pet name as he gave you a goofy grin. As he pushed you around, you scanned the remaining gourds on the ground. Some of them had already been ravaged by hungry birds and squirrels, while other were from the early season and already rotting. Row after row, there were mostly duds. You became discouraged that none of them would be the perfect pumpkin.

Danny stopped the wheelbarrow at the end of one of the rows, surveying the remainder of the field that you hadn’t looked at. As Danny walked up and down the path once again, just in case, you looked at the last row not yet explored. In the middle of the patch, a glimpse of orange caught your eye. You leaned up out of the wheelbarrow a bit, flinging your arm out and pointing.

“Danny! Over there!” He jogged back to you, grabbing onto the handles and moving you both towards a tangle of vines. Under the vines and leaves, there were two little pumpkins, almost the size of a basketball but just barely. He snagged them from their prickly stems. They were small enough that he could palm them with each hand, but they were free of any holes or mold or rot. Albeit a bit small, they were your perfect pumpkins.

With the pumpkins in your lap, Danny rolled you back to the barn. You hopped out of the wheelbarrow with his help and took your pumpkins inside. Danny chatted with the cashier as they priced the pumpkins. After briefly sneaking off, you came back with arms full of various flavors of fudge, popcorn balls, and plenty of snacks for the drive home. The cashier and Danny both laughed as you dumped your haul onto the counter proudly. Near the checkout, there were the small decorative pumpkins and gourds for sale, and you made sure to add some of those to the pile as well.

After Danny paid the cashier, he grabbed the sweets-filled paper bags under his arms as you toted the pumpkins out of the barn. Your boyfriend opened the trunk of his car, loading it with the pumpkins and food that you hadn’t designated for the drive home. Before he could close the door, you stopped him.

“Wait! I want to take a picture of our haul. Here, hold these.” At your request, Danny turned around to sit on the edge of the trunk. He proudly held the mini pumpkins and gave a gentle smile at the camera. You snapped a few pictures, grinning at how adorable he looked. Putting your phone back in your pocket, you leaned forward and your lips met Danny’s. He returned the kiss, standing from the trunk and backing you away so he could close it. It had been the perfect pumpkin patch day.

“Let’s get this stuff home and get to carving, hm? I’m thinking we light some candles, put on a movie…”

“That sounds perfect, Danny.”

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yippee! thank you for reading!! and as always my ask box is open and

[diabeticgirl4]

it's such a quick subtle moment, but I really appreciated the teamwork of grog having percy land on him in their fall (+supporting him w his fist!) so he wouldn't have to slow down in his chase for ripley

[carry-on-my-wayward-hobbit]

Relationships: Sirius Black/Remus Lupin, Minor or Background Relationship(s), James Potter/Lily Evans Potter

Characters: Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, James Potter, Lily Evans Potter, Harry Potter, Teddy Lupin, Regulus Black, Minerva McGonagall

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - Non-Magical, First Meetings, Christmas, Toddler Harry Potter, Toddler Teddy Lupin, Single Parent Remus Lupin, Light Angst, Fluff, Welsh Remus Lupin, Regulus Black & Sirius Black Have a Good Relationship, rated t bc I have a potty mouth, harry is acidentally both matchmaker and cockblock, its a hallmark movie theres nothing more to it, POV Sirius Black

Summary: Four months ago the Potters moved from London to Hogsmeade. Now with Christmas approaching, Sirius finds himself making the trek up to the remote town he used to call home to spend the holiday season with his best friends. He’s only here for a few weeks and he intends to spend his time spoiling his godson, hanging out with James and (apparently) annoying the local bookseller.

OR

Wolfstar but make it a Hallmark movie __ hahahhahaha i forgot how stressful posting on ao3 is anyway, for anyone so inclined pls enjoy this cliched festive wolfstar sap

[zylev-blog]

The bats had no idea what they were looking at. A very large vehicle that looked like it shouldn’t possibly be able to run was speeding around Gotham in no particular order. Almost as if it was looking for something. It took all of the bats over an hour to chase it down and contain it to question the driver.

A man with black hair and blue eyes that remind Bruce of his late father looks out the window, and says, “We’re looking for our son.”

A woman in the passenger seat that looks like Bruce’s mother adds, “The self sacrificial idiot jumped through a portal into another dimension trying to save a cat.”

The man nodded along, “It’s not really a cat though.”

“Well, what is it?” Tim asked, genuinely confused.

“It’s the alternate version of our son from a timeline where he went evil.” The woman responds.

“But don’t worry, he’s not evil anymore!” The man grins.

Bruce had questions. “But why would your son be a cat?”

“Because our daughter—the girl cloned from the current version of our son, that is—decided to shapeshift into a dog and chase him through the multiverse.” The man replied.

“So our other daughter, the older one, she decided to alert us, but she couldn’t wait, so now she shapeshifted ito a bird to try and catch them that way.” The woman continued.

“Are all of your children shapeshifters?” Bruce asked.

“Yep.” The man said proudly.

“Are you?” Bruce asked.

“It’s complicated.” The woman shrugged, “Using the GAV is faster.”

Bruce was very thankful that the cowl covered most of his face. Everything the people said just made his brain hurt worse.

[bluerosefox]

Once again. A new DPxDC idea/prompt.

(Deaged! Danny, Dan, Ellie, and Jazz!)

Enjoy my random ideas.

Look.

Selina....

Selina wasn't expecting this when she decided to have some fun and do what she does best.

She just meant to sweet talk her way into Master's gala/party. Flirt and get info, maybe some blackmail. Steal away the rare cat themed artifact he had recently gotten (and also steal away his actual cat, such a lovely little diva it is too). then she was going to disappear into the night like always.

So...

Selina casted her eyes into the mirror of her car and could see the tiny children she had rescued from Master's hidden basement lab. All but one was asleep, the oldest out of them, although she seemed to be losing that fight from the way her head was falling forward, eyes closing but would jerk herself back awake when she realized she was falling asleep.

Curled up as hard and as much as they could towards the little redhead was three dark haired children, Selina mused that they'd fit right in with Bruce and his little bats/birds.

Two were near identical boys, though one seemed to be much paler than the other and if she remembered right one had red eyes and the other had blue, and the last one of the sleeping kids was a tiny toddler, a girl she heard was named 'Ellie' from the others.

Selina took note that the red head, Jazz, had finally fallen asleep a few minutes later. With a deep breath as she drove further and further away from that... that insane Fruitloop (she overheard the two boys call him that as they ran to her car) Master's place, she blindly reached for her phone and pressed a single digit on the screen, knowing it will connect to her car and call up the only person she can trust to help her with this.

"Selina." came the gravely voice after a single ring, sounds like she caught him on patrol but he seemed to be in a spot where he was okay to say her actual name over coms or she caught him before his night shift started.

"Hello Darling, I need your help with some kittens I found and to help me... Put away their terrible old owner."