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luxaofhesperides · 6 months

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Dancing in the rain ; requested by @wandixx!

He hadn’t been expecting the Signal to chase after him. It is, after all, well after midnight, and he had seen the vigilante out earlier during the day.

Maybe the Bats are understaffed tonight, he muses as he leaps over the rooftops, a wild grin on his face. Being on the other side of a chase is a lot of fun, he’s discovering. He can see why Selina enjoys it so much.

Though, it probably has to do more with who’s chasing her than it is the chase itself.

But Danny’s become a bit of an adrenaline junkie after a few years of being a hero, fighting ghosts and governments. He’s not a hero anymore, especially not in Gotham, but being Catwoman’s partner in crime is way more fun than being responsible for everyone’s safety.

It’s like he’s doing anything bad, either. Selina can steal whatever she wants; if they couldn’t protect things against her, then should they really have it? Danny doesn’t focus on jewelry or gems. No, he takes ghost artifacts or items contaminated with ectoplasm back to the realms where they won’t cause problems to any humans. There are enough ecto-contaminated people in this world, solely from Amity Park. Best not to let that number grow.

So here he is, leaping over rain-slicked rooftops and only using a little bit of flying to keep ahead, holding a cursed pocket watch that a ghost had requested he return to them, with the Signal chasing after him, disappearing into shadows and popping up unexpectedly.

“Stray! Get back here!” Signal yells, and Danny takes a moment to spin on his heel to face the vigilante to stick his tongue out at him, then backflips away.

“I didn’t even steal anything important!” he returns, tossing the pocketwatch in the air ahead, then jumps up to catch it and scales his way up to the roof of the next building.

“Seriously,” Signal says, suddenly in front of him. “Stop running and we can talk this out.”

“Woah!” Danny tries to get around him, trips over his own feet, and crashes into the Signal’s chest.

“Careful, there.” He looks up to see the Signal’s smile, and he absolutely can not be blamed for having his half dead heart skip a beat. He’s in the arms of a hero who’s smiling at him so sweetly, what’s a guy to do? “Ready to talk now?”

Danny goes intangible for a moment, smoothly sliding out of the Signa’s grip. “Nope,” he grins, starting up the chase once again.

The rain isn’t very strong, and the drops feel cool against his face as he runs, getting a little more air with each jump as he uses more of his flight to keep ahead. He can hear the Signal chasing after him again, heavy footsteps that start and stop unpredictably as he travels between shadows.

Just to be safe, Danny stashes the pocket watch inside his chest, leaving his hands free to grab onto the rough brick of the walls and scale them up, aiming to go higher and higher. Maybe if he finds a good building, he can dramatically fall off the edge and fly away invisibly.

“Got you!”

The Signal pops up out of the wall and grabs Danny, who yelps and tries to pull his arms away. The Signal is too strong, and his tight grip on Danny’s wrists is warm against the chill of the rain.

They stand there for a moment, just staring at each other as they try to catch their breath. And then, “Is that any way to treat a guy?” Danny jokes, trying one last time to pull his wrists free.

“It is when it’s you,” the Signal replies. “Man, you sure know how to run.”

“I’ll be sure to put that on my resume for my next heist.”

“Seriously, can we talk?”

Danny eyes him curiously. The other Bats mostly tried to take back whatever it is he’d stolen that night, occasionally trying to get information from him. None of them had outright asked to have a chat with him. The Signal at least has some manners, compared to the rest of him. There’s no harm in sticking around for one conversation.

It helps that the Signal is cute, especially when he had saved Danny a few weeks ago.

Sue him, he’s a bit soft on the Signal. Wouldn’t anyone be with their favorite hero?

“Alright,” Danny says, relaxing. “Go ahead. Talk.”

“Great! Okay, um.” The Signal bites his lip and Danny should really look away, but his eyes are fixed to his mouth. He doesn’t speak for a solid minute, during which Danny really begins to feel the chill of the rain. “Can I get less comments from the peanut gallery?” he says suddenly.

“What?” Danny laughs, confused.

The Signal sighs. “My comms are on. The others are being annoying. If they wanted to ask you questions, they should have caught you first.”

“Oh, protecting me from the big bad Bats? My hero,” Danny says sweetly, pretending to swoon. Except, the Signal follows his movements, releasing his wrists to catch him by the waist, holding him steady. Danny’s breath hitches, and from how close they are, he has no doubt that the Signal heard it. They freeze for a moment, then the Signal dips him like some fainting Victorian maiden.

“Well, I certainly wouldn’t mind sweeping you up in my arms.” The smirk on his face only lasts a moment before he grimace and says, “I shouldn’t have said that on open comms. Man, they’re annoying. It’s not my fault I know how to flirt.”

Danny…

Well. Danny short circuits for a moment, running the words over his mind again, then blushes so hard he’s sure there’s steam coming off his cheeks. “You’re flirting?” he squeaks. “With me?”

“Flirting,” a new voice confirms, making them both jump, stumbling against each other as Black Bat hops down onto their rooftop. “Both shy and silly. I’m better.”

“You can’t even ask out Spoiler,” the Signal retaliates.

“She can’t even WHAT?” Spoiler yells as she also vaults herself over the alley below to join them. “You want to ask me out?”

Though she doesn’t say anything, Danny can practically feel Black Bat’s glare through her mask. The Signal winces, then says, “Oops.”

“Man, you can keep yourself busy, clearly Sig doesn’t need backup,” Spoiler says. “I need to go on a date with Black Bat. The rest of you suckers are on your own!” And then she grabs Black Bat’s hand and grapples away.

There’s a beat of silence, then Danny and the Signal share a glance and start laughing.

“Well,” Danny says, “Good for them! Good for them.”

“They’re probably just going to Bat Burger.”

“And are you going to be treating me to a burger any time soon? I should be compensated for this conversation, you know.”

“Please, if I was taking you out on a date, it wouldn’t be to Bat Burger. I’d take you out dancing.”

It sounds like a date his dad would take his mom on. It sounds nice. Danny smiles and leans in closer to the Signal, taking hold of one of his hands. With the other, he puts Signal’s hand on his waist, then brings his own up to the Signal’s shoulder.

“Why not dance with me now?”

Danny leads them in a few clumsy turns of a waltz, silently thanking Sam for forcing him to take a few ballroom dance lessons with her. The Signal seems a little dazed, following his lead, and when he lightly squeezes Danny’s waist, he shivers.

Catwoman should be done with Batman soon. They had agreed to meet up at the newly opened Vintage Boutique in Diamond District, and he intends to beat her there.

Reluctantly, Danny pulls away from the Signal with one final spin, and hops up onto the edge of the roof. “If you can find me during the day,” he says, “Then I’ll dance with you again. See you around, Signal!”

And with that, Danny hops backwards off the roof, free-falling towards the ground before he lets gravity lose hold of him and slips into invisibility, flying up just as the Signal peers over the edge, searching for him.

Unable to help himself, Danny floats closer until he can give the Signal a quick kiss on the cheek, then flies off, grinning wildly.

He certainly can’t wait to see the Signal again.

Maybe if he hired a few guys to pretend to rough him up while Signal’s out patrolling…

Well, either way, this cat is already half dead so he can jump straight to satisfaction bringing him back. And, hopefully, back into Signal’s arms again when they won’t be interrupted by other Bats.

He’s already looking forward to it.

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[send me a ghostlights prompt!]

#ghostlights #dc x dp #dp x dc #dcxdp #dpxdc #stray!danny #first time writing stray danny but i love him :) i think selina can make him worse :)#duke really worked overtime just to have a chance to flirt w danny #he heard that stray and catwoman would be out that night and suited up immediately like. dont worry guys i got stray :) yall can go now :)#thank you for the prompt!!#prompt fill #my writing

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hello-eeveev · 15 days

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Doodles? 👀 how abouttttt Caleb being silly and distracting while Essek is trying to knit? XD :3

Local wizard decides he is in desperate need of cuddles while his bf is in the middle of knitting.

But once Essek finished his row, he was happy to oblige 💕

#I could not stop laughing at the Caleb face the entire time I was working on it lol #the man just wants some snuggles!!!#thank you for the prompt!!#critical role #shadowgast #caleb widogast #essek thelyss #eve’s art #doodle requests #quinn-of-aebradore

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keldabekush · 5 months

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uhh rex and 42 if you want

[CAPTAIN REX would like it noted on record that this was not what he agreed to when he said he would babysit COMMANDER TANO.]

[COMMANDER TANO would like it noted on record that CAPTAIN REX was the one who suggested they attend this concert.]

[COMMANDER TANO would like it further noted that CAPTAIN REX seemed to know an awful lot of lyrics for someone who, quote, doesn’t like music for sulky adolescents, unquote.]

[CAPTAIN REX requests previous comment be expunged from the record. He additionally requests that COMMANDER TANO be noted as a Liar and a Snitch.]

Ashoka and Rex see Space Three Days Grace on coruscant and they wear so much clip on jewellery. She just ended up in the sketch somehow

#kushdraws #the clone wars #thank you for the prompt!!#captain rex #Spotify sketches #I wasn’t sure if I was going to try to match the tone of the song or not but I decided to be goofy instead #Rex is shy about liking things hates people to know he likes things .#too bad now Ashoka knows you love three days grace . she knows this was for your benefit. but she got to do matching besties makeup #so its a win #had to give Ashoka the purple and black striped fingerless gloves. mall goth chic

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saessenach · 5 months

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Hi there :) I saw you're doing the kissing prompts, so I'd love to see Jon and Daenerys for '28. A kiss in parting', if you feel like it? 🩷

HIII and thank you for giving me an excuse to draw something that's been on my mind for a w h i l e

here's Jon and Dany for #28 from this list

#my art #jon snow #daenerys targaryen #jonerys #snowstorm #jon x dany #asoiaf #asoiaf fanart #valyrianscrolls #kiss prompts #digital art #procreate #yeah i think jon should do the period drama thing where he gives dany a boost into the saddle #and once they do get together it becomes a habit and also the perfect opportunity for a good-luvl kiss before a batlle/flight #i rly love the possibilities with these two grrm hurry tf up #thank you for the prompt!!

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necr0mancers · 9 months

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VELCINTAVELCINTAVELCINTAVELCIBTA perhaPS HURT COMFORT CLEABING WOUNDS????!!!!!

simple sketch for now but they own angst so i’ll revisit them soon

#star wars #vel sartha #cinta kaz #velcinta #vel x cinta #cinta x vel #thank you for the prompt!!#andor

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vpofcookies · 1 month

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for that ask game, what about emduo with a meet ugly :0

Where is there for a young immortal and a new god to meet, but trading ichor on the battlefield?

+ extras: closeups, no lighting, and the original, which was in black and white

#thank you for the prompt!!#vpoc draws #vpoc answers #emduo #technoblade #philza #meet ugly is so fun actually. like to think these two both were surprised to actually meet someone that could keep pace with them #on the battlefield.#lets see if anyone comments on my favorite part lol

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toburnup · 2 years

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I HAVE A PROMPT

Eddie asks Steve on a date but Steve doesn't know if it's a date date or a date

I'm writing a fic on this but I want to see your take hehe

took this in a bit of a different direction!! hope you like it my dear duckie 💙 i thought it would be fun to write about steve making the assumption that he's being asked out on a date when eddie is doing no such thing. this is another 20 minute sprint fic!!

“Want to go see a movie? Friday?” Eddie asks Steve as they're walking toward the door and Steve stops in his tracks.

“Friday?”

“Yeah. Unless you’re busy.”

“No, no. Friday is good for me.” Steve says, makes himself sound casual - can't help but feel stunned that Eddie is doing this here, dropping the words without hesitation. “I can pick you up.”

“Sure?” Eddie gives him a look, a little confused. Steve thinks that perhaps Eddie had been about to make the same offer and he'd beaten him to the punch.

“What time?”

Steve wears his nice jeans, and a shirt that a girl complimented once upon a time. He’s sort of surprised Eddie went for it - he’s been twiddling his thumbs, trying to figure out exactly when the best time to ask Eddie out would be - but he just did it. No hesitation. Maybe Eddie wasn’t giving himself enough credit, because he was a little braver than Steve when it came to this kind of thing, apparently.

Steve picks him up, gets out of the car and everything. Goes around and holds the door open and Eddie just shoots him a smile, climbs in, has the same confused expression as before as Steve jogs around the front of the car to get back into the drivers seat.

“Someone’s feeling chivalrous.” Eddie remarks and Steve shrugs, because like, yeah. Maybe a little.

At the theatres, Steve waits to see if Eddie will offer to pay. He does (“I asked you, so, my treat.”) and Steve offers to buy the popcorn. Eddie smiles, and honestly, Steve ends up paying more for all their snacks than Eddie does for the two tickets so he’s happy, because he normally doesn’t go Dutch on first dates. Usually treats the girl. But - he isn’t quite sure what the etiquette is for two guys. Maybe going Dutch is just the way dudes do it.

“Where do you like to sit?”

Steve always sits near the back on dates. Always. Prime spot for making out, but Eddie has already walked a few rows down, so Steve points at random and Eddie turns in. They’re about two thirds back and it’s honestly not even a great spot because they can just hear the sound of a couple in the far corner making out. The light smacking sound of lips makes Steve’s ears prickle, and he holds out the popcorn for Eddie.

“Thanks.” Eddie goes to take the bag but Steve holds on, so Eddie takes a handful and grins. They share the snacks, Eddie tilting the little package of chocolates into Steve’s palm, Steve even throws a few pieces of popcorn and Eddie manages to catch them all in his mouth.

When the snacks are gone, Eddie’s arm rests on the middle armrest and Steve wonders if he should go for the hand hold. He always holds girls hands during movies, is pretty sure that’s half the reason scary movies were invented in the first place. But Eddie doesn’t seem scared at all, just watches the screen with his big dark eyes. Steve edges his arm closer on the armrest and Eddie glances down, maybe sees him encroaching because he shifts his arm away.

“Sorry.” He whispers, like he’d been taking up too much room.

“No, it’s fine.” Steve says, moves his arm away. Frowns a little. Maybe Eddie doesn’t like holding hands. Or maybe he’s just not scared.

Steve watches the movie, tries to focus, concentrate on the screen. In the second half, things finally pick up and he finds himself flinching at the loud sounds, the screech of the music. Eddie’s fingers dig into his arm just once, like a reflex, his fingers wrapping around Steve’s wrist. But he only holds onto him for a minute or two before letting go and he actually moves his hands back to his lap after that and Steve can feel himself frowning again.

He tries to watch the movie, he really does.

After, he suggests they go up to the quarry. He always takes his dates up there after a movie, especially if they couldn’t get into much of anything during the movie itself. And maybe Eddie didn’t feel comfortable holding his hand, even in the darkened theatre.

But the quarry - dark, isolated. He could see Eddie holding his hand there.

Steve gets the car door for him again and Eddie climbs in, doesn’t comment on it this time. On the drive over, Steve lets Eddie pick the music. Usually girls coo over his stereo, but Eddie just complains about his lack of variety and spends most of the drive swapping tapes in and out, barely letting a song play all the way through. Steve’s a little relieved when they make it to the quarry and he parks at the top of the dark hill. The moon is out and it’s a little creepy, but Steve climbs out and leans against the front of the car. Eddie hesitantly draws closer, sits on the hood of the car beside him.

“Is this like, your spot?” Eddie asks, gestures to the open quarry in front of them.

“Sort of. It’s nice and private.” He hints, but Eddie just nods, looks around. And then he pulls a joint out of his chest pocket and holds it up.

“This kind of private?”

“Oh, sure.” Steve fumbles for his lighter, flicks the wheel and Eddie’s hand stills, returns his own lighter to his pocket. Steve lights the blunt in Eddie’s mouth, catches Eddie’s gaze on him.

Eddie inhales once, twice, sharp to get it started. Then holds it out for Steve. Steve hasn’t smoked a joint with someone on a first date before, but he can make it work. He inhales deeply, blows the cloud out in front of them. Barely holds back the cough that tickles the base of his throat.

“Oh, you’re showing off, huh?” Eddie remarks, swipes for the joint but Steve just holds it up to Eddie’s mouth. He slowly leans in and lets Steve put it between his lips.

“We could share.” Steve suggests, raises his eyebrows and Eddie looks genuinely confused.

"What?"

“Uh. Nothing.” Steve says, digs his heel into the ground at their feet.

Steve feels embarrassment tug at his chest, didn’t mean to fumble it like that. Eddie passes the joint over so Steve can take another puff, and Steve coughs, hard. Has to give Eddie the joint back so he can lean over the side of the car and spit onto the ground, coughing and choking and it sounds like he's trying to hack up a lung.

"Jesus. Seems like you're out of practice." Eddie laughs, smacks Steve hard on the back and Steve wants to die. Wants to curl up on the ground because Eddie seems to have no interest in him. And his cough sounded nasty so who'd even want to kiss him after that?

The drive back to Eddie’s is a little quiet and Steve wonders if he’s lost his touch. There’s only a handful of dates he can think of where he didn’t get a goodnight kiss. And this might be one of them, because Eddie just stares out the window, watches the passing scenery.

When Steve pulls up outside Eddie’s trailer, he clears his throat. Turns off the car and they're sitting in the dark and it makes it a little easier to speak.

"Hey-"

“I’m uh, sorry. If I did something wrong.” Eddie says quietly, and Steve’s head spins. "You seem annoyed."

“You didn’t do anything. I thought I did something wrong.” Steve says.

Eddie slowly turns and meets his eyes. “What do you think you did wrong?”

“I mean... I’ve had a few bad dates in my life, but this is probably up there. Not - not that it was your fault, but, y’know. Bad movie, and the quarry was probably a stupid idea. Almost puked. It adds up.”

Eddie’s face is blank and he blinks once, twice. “This was a date?”

Steve’s heart sinks. Plummets so fast that he thinks he might puke for real. “Well. I mean. You asked - you asked me to see a movie.”

“Because I thought you’d like to go? You mentioned it a few weeks ago.”

“I mean... the tickets. The popcorn, everything.” Steve grasps at straws and Eddie is just blinking again, this time with confusion lacing each word as he speaks.

“Sorry. I wasn't thinking about it like that at all. I thought we were just hanging out.”

“Fuck.” Steve looks forward, feels himself sinking into the seat. “This is a first for me.”

Eddie laughs. “Me too. I don’t think anyone’s ever asked me out before.”

Steve wants to pitch himself out the car door. Wants to tuck and roll, never to be seen by anyone again. They sit in silence until Steve finally frowns in Eddie's direction.

“This is your fault. Why can’t you just ask someone to see a movie like a normal person, if this wasn’t a date?”

“I did ask you like a normal person!” Eddie says, then laughs again. “Not my fault if you assume everyone is asking you out.”

“It's usually true.” Steve mutters.

“So, this was a date." Eddie hits his shoulder gently, looks expectant. "Now what? What’s the next bit?”

“I mean.” Steve turns in his seat to face him. “If you’re about to get out of the car, this is when I’d make my move.”

“Okay, let’s see it.”

Steve shakes his head immediately. “You don’t deserve to see it.”

“C’mon. Lay it on me.” Eddie leans in a bit, half smiling. Goading.

"Do you actually want me to?" Steve asks, doubtful now. Eddie nods, but his smile is still a little too smug for Steve's liking.

"Fine." Steve clears his throat, faces Eddie head on. Reaches up and smooths his thumb along Eddie's jaw, slides his hand back to rest on the side of his neck. He catches Eddie's eyebrows go up, just a little, and his smile wavers.

"So. End of the date." Steve says softly, other hand mirroring the first. He can feel Eddie's pulse. "Usually, we've already kissed. But a certain someone was playing hard to get."

"I was not-"

Steve adjusts his hand, runs his thumb along Eddie's bottom lip instead and his words halt, looks a little trepidatious as Steve leans in.

Steve brushes his nose against Eddie's and doesn't miss how Eddie has stopped breathing, holds his breath in the quiet of the car. "People have said I'm a good kisser." Steve says softly, and Eddie breaks into a smile.

"What, like your calling card?" Eddie finally says, and Steve can almost feel his lips.

"Something like that." Steve says, then leans in, kisses him gently. Holds Eddie's face there and moves his lips only a little, waits until he feels Eddie relax against him, one of his hands coming up to grip Steve's forearm, before Steve leans in more. Tilts his head and kisses him properly, shows him a real Steve Harrington goodnight kiss.

Steve's hand goes into his hair, gets a little tangled in it, but uses it to pull Eddie closer and he hears the creak of the car seat that means Eddie is leaning in, shifting his weight closer.

Finally, Steve pulls away, and Eddie's eyes stay closed for a long moment before he opens them.

"Okay. I get it." Eddie says, pulls back. "I see what the fuss is about."

"Good."

The car is quiet except for their breathing, both looking at each other. Finally, Eddie cracks a grin, his hand winding its way into the front of Steve's shirt. Pulls him in like he's thinking about kissing him again.

"Now that I know what you're after, can you take me on an actual date next time? None of this movie and creepy pit in the forest nonsense?"

"Yeah." Steve laughs, lets Eddie tug him closer. "You've got it."

#thank you for the prompt!!#sorry this took forever #steddie fanfiction #steddie #sprint #vio writes #assassinduckie #i just like to embarrass steve i think

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sighonaraa · 7 months

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I love dialogue prompts, they're so fun! How about: “Don’t feel like it today.”

ignore me taking approximately 5 million business years to get to all the dialogue prompts i've got languishing in my inbox............ ANYWAYS.

They're halfway through the season, and the ground's gone hard with frost most days. There's a nip to the air that bites, Roy's got a pair of Phoebe's lumpy, misshapen mittens in his pocket, and he's about to tear Tartt a new one if the muppet doesn't open his door in the next two minutes. He pulls his fist back and drives it forward; the door swings open before they reach and he drops his arm. "Where the fuck," he begins, and has to immediately stop, because Jamie's got his forehead pressed to the doorframe and there's a grey pallor to his face that is not, in any capacity, fucking normal. "Sorry, Coach," Jamie says--slurs, really, mouth barely opening enough to permit the words to pass through. He uses his elbow to push himself up, like that's going to fix anything. Like that's going to make Roy forget the rest of it. "Couldn't hear'ya." Roy swallows the last dregs of frostbitten anger. "Jesus Christ," he says, which--is definitely the wrong thing to say, considering Jamie flinches against it, shoulders hiking to his ears. "M'sorry," he mumbles. His movements are slow, lethargic. His eyes blink with all the laziness of a cat in the sun, except he's not a fucking cat in the sun, he's a fucking idiot who's gone and worked himself too hard and gotten sick about it. "M'ready, though. To, uh. Run." He does a pantomime of a runner, swinging his arms back and forth, and almost keels over with the exertion of it. Roy darts forward to nudge his shoulder beneath Jamie's. "Careful, you muppet," he says, softening the sharp edges of his voice the way he does with Phoebe when she's got a fever. Actually... He passes the back of his hand across Jamie's brow. Hotter than a skillet. Christ. "Why the fuck didn't you tell me you're not feeling well?" "Huh? M'feelin'...m'feelin' fine, Coach," Jamie says, attempting to swing his head up. It's a horrible fucking attempt. "So fine. Look, m'runnin' right now." "No, you're not," says Roy. Jamie's nose crinkles. "M'not?" "No," says Roy. "C'mon, let's go inside." "Nuh-uh. Gotta...gotta go. Do the trainin'." "You--" Roy grits his teeth; contemplates his options. Snow's beginning to fall from the clouds overhead, and the world's been cast in shades of echo and memory. The lamplight reflects off the wet pavement. All the windows along the street are dark. "I don't feel like it today." "Huh?" "I don't feel like training today," Roy repeats. He lifts Jamie a bit higher, tucks the lad beneath his arm. Shuffles them both across the threshold into the foyer. "C'mon, Jamie. Let's get inside."

#ough. not sure how i feel about this one BUT i do enjoy a sickfic!!#thank you for the prompt!!#ted lasso #jamie tartt #roy kent #sid speaks #nativestarwrites

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viiioca · 2 months

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welcome - when was it lacking? when was it extended? which of those moments lingers most strongly in their mind?

The first night in your new home, you hide in the attic.

The manor's hallways yawn like a predator's mouth. You have walked them all your life at your mother's heels like a ghost-girl, but she's gone now and you have no skirts to hide behind. There are too many eyes and too few voices. Staff once your equal – girls the same age and same lowborn breeding as you – move around you like the shadows of hunting birds. No one smiles unless it's to pity you. You feel like a rabbit caught out of cover, trapped somewhere between the den and the dinner table.

The moment you are left alone, you flee.

You know your way around the manor's hollows, as intimate to you as the heart lines criss-crossing your palms. You wedge yourself into a crawlspace – nearly too small now for your growing bones – and emerge in a cramped storage room made warm by the bare stone of a chimney. You played here with dolls, once. In the cold and the dust and the dim lantern-light, you finally feel like you can breathe. You want to sleep here on the hardwood. You want to stay here until the house forgets you exist within it like some transplanted organ awaiting rejection.

A bell or two passes before the short hatch of a door scrapes open. In comes the sound of breathing, the knocking of knees and elbows awkwardly clambering into your hiding spot. You watch a set of cramped limbs unfold into an elezen boy hauling an oil lamp in one hand and a bag much too big for him in another.

"There you are," Verain says. Verain who grew up in this world half-shared with you, three years your elder and still a fulm shorter, ever-waiting for his growth spurt; Verain who could not possibly be less like his mother, save for his black hair and quick tongue. He drops next to you like a sack of laundry, leg bumping leg. "You weren't at dinner."

"I wasn't hungry," you say. You do not say that your stomach has been full of stones since it happened. You do not say that everything tastes like smoke.

"Thought as much." He pulls a lumpy tea towel out of the bag and unrolls it atop your thigh, revealing a traveler's meal: flaky bread and butter and apple jam, a slim wedge of soft cheese, a fistful of proud red grapes. "It's not much, but. You know."

He waves his hand. You know.

"Oh, and the cook sent this too." He retrieves a glass bottle wrapped in another tea towel; you can feel its warmth. Mulled wine. They water it down in the kitchen for children, you know, because you are not old enough for the proper strength, but it's comfortable and familiar like a bedtime story. He pours some into a mug and offers it like a pilgrim leaves coins at a waypoint.

"Thank you," you say, gingerly taking the mug. Heat passes through the tips of your fingers, into your palms, up your wrists. The first sip is tentative, spicy-sweet, unsure that your body will not reject it and you will retch his kindness all over the attic floor – but it makes it down your throat and doesn't come back up.

Progress is progress. Calm is calm.

"I'm sorry," Verain says quietly, small hands on the cold skin of your knuckles. No shortage of people have said this to you – but this, your churning insides say, is real. You believe him. The corners of your mouth manage a smile, and he smiles at you in turn.

You drink your wine and sit quietly with your soon-to-be brother until the lanterns dim and you drift off to sleep next to him, slumping, head on his shoulder.

There's not much else you could ask for, in the end.

#ffxiv #my wol: estelle #my writing #roegadyn #femroe #gpose #thank you for the prompt!!#i spent five days writing a Whole Ass Story before god grabbed me by the shoulders at 3am and said “you do not need to write 2500 words”#also had the realization while posing this that estelle at 12 years old would be Average Hyuran Male height #they'll never add roegadyn child models because they just look like adults

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sly-fin · 15 days

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Hello! Can we please get 🤝 for Lazard? And if not him, then maybe Tseng? Thanks! ♡

I was gonna do Lazard but couldn’t figure it out so i hope this is good! I saw this format and haaad to do them

Saw there was also a kiss prompt just now but uhhhh all the turks are friends, right? This counts???

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luxaofhesperides · 3 months

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“You know, I never realized how true the ‘eyes are the windows to your soul’ thing was until I saw yours.” + fluff + cafe AU ; requested by @kiv1!

He’s sure Danny didn’t expect to see him every other day after he casually mentioned that he had gotten a part time job at a local cafe. However, as his friend, it is Duke’s moral duty to only get coffee from that shop while Danny is on shift, specifically to annoy him.

Also, so he can support his friend, but being annoying takes priority.

It’s a routine now, for both of them. Danny clocks in for his shift and an hour later Duke is strolling into the cafe with his eyes locked on Danny’s. The rest of the baristas always shove Danny up to the register when they see Duke, taking over whatever order he was making. Even some of the other regulars turn their attention up to the counter, hoping for another few minutes of entertainment.

Danny sighs as he gets ready to input Duke’s order. It’s never the same one, because Duke would hate to be predictable and make things easier for Danny, but it has the side effect of making him realize that some of the expensive, seasonal drinks are really good.

It’s a bit hard on his wallet, but it’s a price he’s willing to pay for teasing Danny.

“Hey,” he greets cheerfully as he leans against the counter, grinning at Danny.

Danny sighs again. “What can I get you today, random customer that keeps bothering me.”

“A latte, but make it sweet somehow. And iced.”

“What size would you like?”

“Let’s go with medium today.”

“Anything else?”

“Yeah.” Duke leans closer to Danny, watching as he fights down a smile. “I just gotta say that you got gorgeous eyes. You know, I never realized how true the ‘eyes are the window to your soul thing’ was until I saw yours.”

Danny considers this for a moment, then shakes his head. “It kind of sounds like your trying to steal my soul through my eyes.”

“Why is that what your mind goes to?”

“Well. I watched Coraline last night.”

Duke stares at Danny, taking in the dark circles under his eyes. “...Didn’t you say that movie gave you nightmares as a kid?”

“Yeah! And it turns out, it gives me nightmares even now!”

“And ruined my pick up line,” Duke complains playfully.

“It was too cheesy anyways,” Danny replies, putting Duke’s order into the screen. It prints a moment later, no doubt with some bizarre name since Danny refuses to actually name Duke on his orders, and then recites the price.

He pays and watches as Danny slaps the order onto a medium sized up, then tosses it over to the barista making the drinks. He’s not actually sure what her name is since she refuses to wear a name tag, but she always gives him a wave and also a rating of how good his pick up lines are.

“Seven out of ten!” she calls out to him today, then gets started on making his drink.

“I don’t see why you don’t flirt with anyone else,” Danny says, “I’m pretty sure my coworkers like your pick up lines even more than they like me.”

“Why would I want to flirt with them? Danny, I’m literally only here to bother you.”

Danny rolls his eyes. “Yeah, trust me, I know. My good looks just keep pulling in business.”

He says it like a joke, but it’s true. Duke has noticed it. Danny’s coworkers have noticed it. His manager noticed it and now has him out on the floor every shift. If they can get him to work on the chalkboard sign outside, or wipe down the two tables out front, then they do it, because Danny is Midwestern to his core and it’s very charming in a place like Gotham. He smiles at people as they walk by, happily answers their questions when they ask him what the cafe serves, recommends food and drinks for them, is generally a bright and nice person to everyone who comes near the cafe.

His cute looks draw people in, then his personality makes them stay.

It’s all customer service, of course, because Duke never gets the cute, sunny Danny. He’s left with the sarcastic, rude, and funny Danny that’s been his friend since they met in junior year of high school.

“Your eyes are really pretty, though,” Duke says, “Very blue. Sometimes green. It’s no wonder people keep falling for you!”

Danny reaches across the counter to shove Duke away, but he’s blushing, so Duke is counting it as a win. “Shut up. Now you’re just lying. My eyes are never green.”

“Yes, they are. Danny, I’ve seen them multiple times. They’re green sometimes.”

“No? My eyes have literally only ever been blue. They’re the bluest blue to ever blue. They don’t just turn green.”

They squint at each other for a long moment, trying to figure out who’s wrong and in what way. Duke’s pretty sure Danny’s wrong, since he can’t exactly see his own eyes, and Duke has spent an embarrassing amount of time just admiring how nice they are in different kinds of light. But also, they are Danny’s eyes, so he should know what color they are.

Then Danny’s coworker is setting down Duke’s drink on the pick up counter, giving Danny an excuse to get back to work.

“One medium oatmeal cookie iced latte for Cornelius Aggravating Douglas.” He holds up the drink and makes very direct eye contact with Duke, holding out the drink towards him.

“Did you really have to make the initials ‘Cad’?”

“Yes.”

“Fair enough,” Duke says, making Danny crack a smile.

“Are you heading out after this?”

Duke grabs a straw and sticks it into his latte, swirling it around some. “That was the plan, yeah. Got a few library books to pick up. Why?”

“I got approval for a half shift today, so I’m off in like ten minutes, if you wanna wait for me.”

“Hell yeah, dude! I’ll wait outside so I don’t distract you with my flirtatious winks again.”

“Get out of here,” Danny laughs. Duke lifts his drink in a quick toast, then gets out of there. He takes a seat at one of the tables out front, content to just people watch as he slowly sips his latte.

It’s cloudy out, but not raining, which is always a plus. As much as he’d like to see the sun, these kinds of days aren’t so bad, either. The wind still carries a bit of a chill, but the spring is steadily warming things up. There are tons of people out, a constant rush of movement, but a few do catch sight of him, then look towards the cafe, their steps slowing down as they think. Most keep walking, but Duke does manage to get a few to go in just by taking a long sip of his latte to really enjoy it.

Really, he should be getting compensated for the work he’s doing to draw people in. Danny’s not the only one who can do it.

Bruce keeps offering him money, so he doesn’t need to get paid, but maybe he can convince the other employees to talk Danny into accepting one of his pick up lines so they can go on a date one of these days.

It’s become a bit of a joke, but the first time Duke used a cheesy pick up line on Danny, he was being absolutely serious about it. He definitely shouldn’t have used a pick up line he found from a website centered on relationship advice, but he panicked and needed some extra help.

Instead of smoothly asking Danny out on a date, Duke froze up, blurted out the pick up line, then had to laugh it off with Danny and pretend it was a joke.

He still wishes he was able to ask Danny out properly before, but he’s also glad that they got to spend more time as friends, getting to know each other. It’s easier to be with him now, no longer so tongue tied and flustered.

Duke gets to fluster Danny now, which is much better.

And maybe one day his pick up lines will work! Sooner or later Danny’s going to question why he keeps doing this, and then he’ll connect the dots and understand what Duke feels for him.

As it is, he has yet to connect shit.

“My eyes are definitely blue,” Danny says as he walks out of the cafe, messenger bag slung over his shoulder. “I checked while I was putting my apron away.”

“You’re still on that?”

“They’re blue.”

Duke gestures for Danny to come closer. He complies and leans down, letting Duke cup his face in his hands. He checks, considers, then checks again, and says, “They are indeed blue.”

“Told you they weren’t green,” Danny says smugly, pulling back.

“And I said they were green sometimes. Now clearly isn’t one of those times, but they do turn green!”

“I don’t think you should be allowed to say any eye-related pick up lines until you admit that you were wrong and didn’t know my eye color.”

Shaking his head, Duke stands up and pushes in his chair. “Just wait, I’ll catch it sometime and prove it to you.”

“Sure, whatever. Don’t you have library books to get?”

“Yeah, you coming with?”

“Obviously. Why else would I leave my wonderful job where I am left alone to make drinks in peace?” Danny knocks his shoulder against Duke playfully, then reaches over and steals his drink right out of his hand. He takes a sip, makes a pleased hum, and drains half of what was left in the cup.

“Hey!” Duke moves to take it back, which is naturally the exact moment Danny takes off running, effortlessly dodging everyone else on the sidewalk. He takes off after Danny, using his powers to make sure he can move out of the way of anything or anyone who gets in his path.

They’re past the block when Danny starts to slow down, taking another sip of Duke’s latte.

He puts on a final burst of speed and all but tackles Danny into the mouth of an alley, reaching for his cup. “Gotcha!”

“No!” Danny wails dramatically. He takes a step back and Duke watches as his power kicks up again, showing him a vision of Danny stepping on an empty can and falling back. Except he doesn’t really fall back? His foot rolls back on the can for a second, then goes through the can and settles back onto the ground where he catches his balance. Through the entire three second fall, Danny’s eyes are a bright green, brighter than Duke’s ever seen them.

His vision fades away and he moves to catch Danny, taking the chance to watch carefully as Danny’s foot does indeed go through the can. He quickly brings his gaze up to Danny’s eyes, which are green, but not inhumanly bright like they were in his vision.

Is the green not perceptible to normal humans?

He can probably only see it due to his powers. Which means he somewhat inadvertently outed himself as a meta.

Whoops!

Might as well just bite the bullet.

“Hey, do you have powers?”

Danny chokes, shoving Duke away as he coughs and tries to clear his throat. He looks panicked, wild-eyed, searching for an escape route. “What? No. Why would I have powers? Maybe you have powers, have you ever considered that?”

“I mean. I do have powers. That’s why I’m asking.”

“Hold up. Stop talking. You have powers?”

“And your eyes are green sometimes.”

“That’s. No, they’re not,” Danny lies. It’s a very bad lie, seeing how on edge he is, and as much as Duke hates making Danny feel like that, he did get some bad habits while training with Bruce and this is one of them: the need to keep pushing, chasing after clear answers regardless of what the cost is.

Duke shrugs, taking a sip of his latte, down to its last few mouthfuls, acting casual. “If you say so. But my powers don’t lie, man. As much as I wish they would, sometimes.”

“...Can we not do this out here?” The defeated tone Danny speaks with makes Duke hate himself. But he needs answers now. He needs to know if Danny is like him, if he’s safe, if he needs help. He needs it more than he needs Danny to like him at all.

“Sure. I know a few quiet places we can talk.”

“I can’t believe this is happening,” Danny mutters. “Did my eyes really give it away?”

“Yeah. I mean, to be fair, I also didn’t realize until literally right now, so I don’t think anyone else will figure it out just from staring into your eyes.”

“See, this is what happens when you keep flirting when you don’t mean it. Secrets get pulled out into the open and it’s bad for everyone!”

Duke lightly punches Danny’s arm, trying to lift the mood. “Hey, who said I didn’t mean it?”

“What?”

“Who said I didn’t mean it when I flirt with you?”

Danny blinks at him, confused, then says, “I mean, no one I guess. But it’s pretty obvious?”

“I only flirt with you, you know.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah,” Duke says, trying to ignore how his voice shakes slightly. “There’s another one of my secrets. Can we call it even now?”

“Oh!” The shock of the revelation distracts Danny from his earlier nerves. Which is great, because now Duke is the one who’s nervous. It’s worth it, though, seeing the pretty blush come to bloom on Danny’s cheeks. “So all those pick up lines—”

“Yeah.”

“And the pick up line made you realize my powers!”

“These pick up lines are doing the most,” Duke agrees. And then he realizes, “Hey, you what this means? I was right! Your eyes are windows to your soul!”

“I’m going to hit you,” Danny says, already winding back for a solid punch. He lets Danny hit him since it’s only fair for the stress he caused; as a meta, Duke knows how important secrecy is, how the difference between life and death can be just how well his powers are hidden.

“Are we even now?”

Danny considers him for a moment, then sighs. “Yeah, I guess. Let’s be done with this for now, okay? Let’s go to the library.”

He refuses to entertain any conversation about powers or Duke’s feelings for him. It’s nice to spend time with Danny, but by the end, Duke is sure he can feel his heart start to crack in half. A sleepless night awaits him when he gets home, moving past his cousin’s attempts to talk to him in favor of flopping face down onto his bed.

But the next day, Danny grins at him when he walks into the cafe. He doesn’t have a new pick up line, choosing instead to act as calm and casual as possible to give Danny some space.

Also breaking routine, Danny insists on personally making Duke’s drink, writing something onto the cup before he fills it up with a floral tea.

You’re so fine, you made me forget my pick up line, is scrawled on the side of his cup when he gets it.

“Enjoy your drink, Cutiepie the Third,” Danny says with a shy smile.

“The Third?” Duke repeats, relief making him feel lighter than air, “Who are the first two?”

“Don’t worry about it, cutie. Get to class!”

Duke lets Danny chase him out, and holds in his laugh when he hears Danny’s coworker screech, “What was that?!”

Yeah, they’ll be fine. In the meantime, Duke needs to see if apology pick up lines are thing. Danny definitely deserves one.

#ghostlights #dc x dp #dp x dc #dcxdp #dpxdc #prompt fill #my writing #duke went from flirting to accidentally outing both himself AND danny as people w powers. and then lowkey confessing. disaster <3 #meanwhile danny has been slowly falling for duke bc of his cute and cheesy pick up lines that he always turned into a joke bc he didnt #believe that it was real. and also his coworkers would embarrass him if he got too flustered #they all ship him and duke btw. so do some of the regulars #coffe with a two minute show lol #thank you for the prompt!!

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milf-harrington · 1 year

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“close your eyes and hold out your hands” for the prompt thing!! (-patheticgirlsteve)

@patheticgirlsteve i went with steddie for the ship <3

okay this is a little bit silly but it's the idea that came to me so lets go!!

robin and steve work at a craft store after getting fired from family video for 1. leaving in the middle of their shift, and 2. not showing up for the rest of the week

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With the door left open to entice wandering customers to come inside, the summer heat easily crept in and left the store stuffy and warm. The overhead fans were mostly useless, moving the air around instead of cooling anything down, and briefly Steve longed for the skin-chilling air conditioning at Scoops.

"I kind of miss Scoops right now." Robin decided, standing underneath one of the fans and further cementing Steve's belief that they were mind-melded. Apparently a warm breeze was better than no breeze.

The claw-clip she'd used to hold her hair back was Eddie's, but she'd shrugged and said he shouldn't have left it in Steve's car if he didn't want it stolen, and. Well.

Steve hummed his agreement, too lazy to put his mind-meld theory into words, and tried to count how many different shades of red fabric they had. It was hard to concentrate enough to separate them though, with the way the heat was melting his brain.

And then: Salvation.

The scuff of shoes and a faint metallic jingle, brought the coworkers attention to the door as Eddie Munson strolled in, their first customer in hours.

Steve took a second to delight in his boyfriends summer wardrobe- cut off shorts he'd stolen from Steve (who'd stolen them from Robin) and a tank top that used to be Wayne's, with his hair knotted back into some semblance of a bun.

Overall there was a lot of skin on display. Steve wanted to bite him.

"Hi Eddie." They chorused, not bothering to move from their respective positions.

Eddie grinned and nodded at Robin, who had her head tilted back like that would cool her down faster. "Buckley."

Then, he turned to Steve, leaning on the opposite side of the counter so they were face to face, smile softer. "Baby."

Steve rolled his eyes, biting back his own smile. "What do you want Munson?"

"Well," Eddie started tilting his head theatrically. "I do need fabric paint, but I also have something for you, so I figured-" He waved a hand, rings a blur of sliver "-two birds, one stone and all that shit."

"You have something for me? What is it?"

"Close your eyes, and hold out your hands."

Steve eyed him suspiciously, and Eddie rolled his eyes.

"Cmon sweetheart, just trust me."

The thing was, Steve did trust Eddie. With his life and his heart and the well being of the kids - but he didn't trust Eddie not to give him a handful of beetles because he thought they looked pretty.

Still, it was hot and Steve didn't want to argue, so he held out his free hand and shut his eyes with a huff.

Eddie leaned in and kissed his forehead, apparently uncaring of the sweat there, right as something cool and leather dropped into his hand. It was the case for his glasses.

Well that explained why the wall of fabrics were blurring together.

"Saw these on your desk when I got up and figured you'd need them."

And then, before Steve could actually move to do anything, Eddie flipped open the case and unfolded the glasses inside, gently sliding them onto Steve's face. The tip of his tongue was pressed to his top lip as he adjusted them until they were balanced properly, the bridge pushed up to where it was most comfortable. Then he nodded, snapping the case closed and leaning across the counter to tuck it in the cubby where Robin kept her bag.

Steve couldn't move, following Eddie with his eyes. He still wasn't used to it, the way that Eddie cared, the way he loved. He just... did things like it cost him nothing, like Steve wasn't just a burden to carry until his arms grew tired.

He treated Steve like he was something worth having, pushed and prodded and teased, always seeking out his reaction, keeping him involved and included. He laughed when Steve was mean and laid with him when he was sad, was always going on about how smart Steve was like didn't constantly feel like the slowest in the party.

He put his glasses on for him.

Tilted his chin up with one knuckle and gave an approving nod. "Now you're not all squinty."

Steve unfroze, melting into a warm smile and quickly glancing around the store before leaning in to peck him on the lips. "Thank you."

#i fully have a list in my notes app of random places steve and robin would work at #bc i just love the sit-com potentials of them getting a new job every few months #anyway this is quick and a little messy but! it's also mainly a warm up while i work on some of my fics #thank you for the prompt!!#asks #patheticgirlsteve #my writing #steddie

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