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solo-ojo-jojo · 9 months

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Chenford Fanfic: About Last Night

Story summary: Chenford, Vegas, and the one bed trope

In a world where their undercover op isn't interrupted, Lucy and Tim must find a way to share a bed one night in Las Vegas.

One day last November, my friend @heatherelf77 shared the following tweet, and it got my brain a'thinkin'.

My first thought was of a scene from the 1934 film It Happened One Night, when Clark Gable creates a room divider out of a blanket between his and Claudette Colbert's beds. I imagined Tim doing his own version of that for sharing a bed with Lucy, and it went from there.

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Lucy opened the bathroom door to find Tim arranging pillows on the bed.

“What are you doing?” she asked, amusement plain on her face and barely able to contain her laughter.

Tim paused and looked up at her. Why did he feel like she caught him doing something he shouldn’t?

“I’m creating a, uh–,” he gestured with his arm, moving it horizontally over the bed from head to toe and back again.

“A pillow wall?” she asked.

Tim looked sheepish under her gaze and shrugged one shoulder.

“Tim…” Lucy swallowed a grin, trying to maintain her professionalism “… do you really think that’s necessary?”

His cheeks flushed with embarrassment over the thought of admitting out loud that he was worried about being able to resist his attraction to her—especially when she had already made it clear that she didn’t feel the same way.

“I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable. I know that this wasn’t part of the plan.”

“It wasn’t. But I can keep my hands to myself if you can.”

Tim held his tongue. That was certainly a loaded subject, and one he had already given far too much thought to in the past 24 hours. He knew he didn’t trust himself to answer. Avoiding the topic, he rolled his eyes and chucked a pillow in her direction.

“Fine,” he relented, and started to place the pillows back at the head of the bed. “Which side of the bed do you sleep on?”

“You choose,” she offered, before tossing the pillow back to him. “It really doesn’t matter to me.”

A knock and a voice diverted their attention to the door.

“Room service.”

Lucy was already making her way to the door when Tim stopped her.

“Wait,” he said in a firm, but quiet voice, causing Lucy to turn to look at him. She noticed his hand hovering behind the firearm tucked away at the small of his back.

“I’ve got it,” she reassured him. “It’s okay.”

“I know you do,” he returned, stepping in close and lowering his voice. “I just don’t like this. Any of this. I keep feeling like something is going to go wrong or our cover’s going to be blown.” He peered through the peephole to find a waiter with a room service cart on the other side. Keeping his hand behind his back, Tim opened the door, then poked his head out to look up and down the hallway.

The coast was clear.

“Baby,” Lucy cooed, walking toward Tim, “you got us room service?” Her fingers curled around his biceps and the tips of her press-on nails sent a shiver through his body.

He turned his head to look at her, and dammit, the way she looked up at him with adoration written so plainly across her face reminded him she could turn her undercover persona on and off so easily. If he didn’t know any better, he’d believe she was actually into him. And it was his job to play along.

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#chenford #chenford fanfic #chenfordweek23 #lucy chen #tim bradford #oneshot fic #The Rookie 5x01 #episode 5x01 alternate take #TV tropes #sharing a bed #undercover and under the covers #tim x lucy #lucy x tim #the rookie #read on ao3 #by SoloOjoJojo #Fics inspired by tweets #Fics inspired by HeatherElf77

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strangersteddierthings · 9 months

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Eddie's only at the club because it's Gareth's 21st birthday, so they're all finally old enough to party the night away, so they are. Eddie is pleasantly tipsy when he spots a man that has his mouth salivating.

Hair fluffed up high and swept back, leaving his ridiculously handsome face on display, though the look on his face can only be called a grimace, as if this club is beneath him and he can't believe he's here. Well-toned arms, which are crossed over his chest, causing the crop top he's wearing to hug his broad shoulders deliciously. He's wearing jean shorts so short Eddie thinks they might actually be considered publicly indecent. Legs for days.

Eddie drags his eyes back up the guy and realizes he's been caught staring. Hottie is looking back.

Then, incredibly, Hottie lifts a hand and waves him over. Eddie looks around him, because surely, he's not meaning Eddie, before looking back to Hottie and pointing at himself. Hottie doesn't nod, but he does the 'come here' wave again and Eddie has to.

"Yeah?" Eddie asks when he's close enough to not have to yell.

Hottie shrugs and says, "I just wanted to see if you'd obey."

#steddie #bitchy steve is the hottest version of steve tbh #eddie told me so himself #my fic #kinda fic anyway #just saw the tweet and was inspired

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saintsdarlings · 2 months

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His girl. His love. His Lucy Gray.

#mine #snowbaird #thgedit #tbosasedit #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #this came out after seeing tweets about oscar posters #i am inspired to open ps but alas i can't do what talented graphic designers can #anyway i miss them i am going to re-read some fics #this is a shippy graphics btw antis stay away #book: the ballad of songbirds and snakes #film: the ballad of songbirds and snakes

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dragongodryss · 1 month

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Based on this tweet

Sting was in trouble. He had thought it was funny when his friends, who had never met his cat, assumed Lector was his boyfriend. Now that he had been invited to Natsu's wedding, on the other side of the country, he felt otherwise.

He had, at first, considered coming clean, but that would be embarrassing. He couldn't decline the invitation either, since he hadn't seen Natsu in nearly two years. In short, he was fucked. Or rather, he wasn't. If he was, he might have someone he could try to convince to go with him.

He had been putting it off for a month, and now he only had a week left to find both a fake boyfriend who was willing to answer to the name Lector, and a cat sitter.

There was no putting it off any longer, so he called his friend, Yukino, to ask for advice. Maybe he could convince her to watch Lector for him.

"Hello Sting! I was just going to call you. You're coming to Lucy's wedding too, right?" Yukino said cheerfully. Damn it. He forgot that she was friends with Natsu's fiancée.

"Yeah, about that... You know Lector, my cat? Natsu assumed I was talking about a boyfriend, and he kinda wants to meet him at the wedding, to make sure he's not a jerk or whatever. So I need a cat sitter and someone who's willing to take a train ride across the country with a complete stranger and can be trained to answer to 'Lector' in a week." Sting decided to rip off the band-aid. Yukino wouldn't rat him out.

"Oh my god, that's hilarious! I'm writing a song about it. Natsu and Lucy can play it at the reception." Yukino's himbo boyfriend, Orga, mocked him. Sting had forgotten that Yukino usually had her phone on speaker, for some reason. Orga would absolutely rat him out, and as he would be attending as Yukino's +1, there would be no stopping him.

"No you won't, Orga. No. We'll negotiate later, I'm helping Sting avoid the consequences of his actions right now." She was his best friend for a reason, and that reason was that she was the best. "Now: Why exactly did you think any of this was a good idea?"

"Well, it was funny at first, and then I'd kept up the lie for three months and I realized I was in too deep." Sting admitted. Yukino sighed.

"And at no point in the three months after that did you think to ask for help?" Yukino chided him.

"Nope."

"Of course not. Do you have 20 thousand jewel?"

"Yeah? Why?"

"Alright. You'll be at the party for a day, plus two days for traveling. All expenses at the hotel will be paid, and I assume you're willing to pay for both of your train tickets?" Yukino asked.

"Yeah, sounds right." Sting confirmed.

"Okay. Sorano could use some more money, so she'd probably watch your cats and-"

"Wait, cats?"

"Yeah. One of my coworkers owes me a favor, and he needs a break from work anyway, so I could probably convince him if I told him I found a place for his cat to stay." His amazing friend told him.

"You're the best!"

Who would have known having Yukino cover his shift so he could take Frosch to the vet would have such devastating consquences?

Rogue wondered how his life had reached this point. He was sitting opposite someone he'd met only once, inside a train headed to the other side of the country, to a wedding for people he had never heard of.

Not an ideal situation, but aside from Frosch, Yukino was his only friend and she had made arrangements for Frosch, so he had agreed. It was a free vacation, anyway. Not to mention the guy was good looking.

"So, Lector, what do you do for a living?" His fake boyfriend, Sting, asked him. Rogue really could have done without the fake name, especially in private, but he wouldn't be able to answer to it without practice.

"The same as Yukino. We're both nurses." Rogue answered. It took him a moment to realize that he ought to ask Sting the same. "You?"

"I'm a graphic designer. Okay, more things we really need to know: Ages, have we ever been arrested, how did we meet? I'll start: I'm twenty six and I've been arrested twice." Sting told him.

"What for?"

"I'll tell you when you answer."

"Fine, I'm twenty six, and I haven't been arrested yet. Now should I regret agreeing to this?" Rogue asked.

"Trespassing and accessory to second degree arson. I promise it's not as bad as it sounds. It's been like, ten years. And the second one was Natsu's fault." Sting defended himself.

"The groom?"

"Yeah, that's the guy. He wants to meet you to make sure you're not a jerk." Sting explained.

"What have you told him about Lector?" Rogue steered the conversation back on track.

"Oh, usual cat things: He steals my food, he wants cuddles, he charges around the house at 3am, he's adorable, I keep losing staring contests to him, he bites me." Sting seemed to realize how badly awry things had gone before they had even reached the venue. "Well that's going to be awkward."

"You don't say."

"We should practice the whole couple thing." Sting suggested a few hours later over lunch. Rogue looked up from his sandwich, over to Sting and reached out, grabbing some of his fake boyfriend's M&Ms before focusing on his sandwich again.

"Well that's a start, but I was thinking more along the lines of PDA and establishing boundaries." Sting clarified. Honestly, staring at Sting wouldn't be too hard, and as demonstrated, stealing his food was entirely within the realms of Rogue's capabilities. The rest, however... Rogue nodded.

"Ideally, we'd hug a bunch and maybe kiss a couple of times to really sell it, but we can say you're shy around strangers if you really don't want to." Sting explained.

"No, that seems fine." Rogue accepted.

"Okay, now we need to practice." Sting said. Rogue froze for a moment. Once he realized what Sting meant, he nodded. He knew damn well he'd slip up in front of everyone if he didn't practice.

Sting leaned over the table and pecked him on the lips. It felt fine, almost like it was something he normally did, at first, but then he felt his face heat up suddenly. Sting pulled away.

"Sorry, I panicked." Rogue apologized swiftly.

"No, it's fine, I barely noticed. It went better than I expected." Sting reassured him. "They'll never notice."

It was mid afternoon when they arrived at their station in the middle of nowhere, and only a short walk to the hotel from there. Rogue offered to carry some of Stings luggage, as he had brought fewer things. Sting's face flushed when Rogue's hand touched his. He'd have to get that under control. Did he regret packing half his wardrobe, or was it a blessing? Who knew? Sting certainly didn't.

"It's a nice venue." Rogue noted, looking around as they cleared the gates. There were tons of different flowers in lots of colors, and what Sting was pretty sure was a hedge maze. Hopefully, Natsu would know better than to start a fire at his own wedding. The hotel was an old castle, with large glass windows. Another easily breakable thing. Either Natsu had really changed in the last two years, or Lucy wasn't as much of a genius as her loving fiancée insisted. It was nice nonetheless.

"It's really big." Sting realized, as he spoke, how many people would be present to witness it if things went wrong.

"Don't get lost." Rogue joked.

"Sting! There you are!" Natsu came running out the door towards them, high-fiving Sting when he reached them. "I thought you were going to bail on me."

"Never. I wouldn't miss this for the world." Sting promised.

"I'd kick your ass if you did. Speaking of which, is this the Lector you were talking about?" Natsu asked, turning to Rogue. Sting grinned awkwardly.

"Yeah, that's my boyfriend. R-Lector, this is my childhood friend Natsu, he's the groom. Natsu, this is my boyfriend Lector." Sweating, Sting made the introductions.

"Nice meeting ya! How'd you meet?" Natsu asked Rogue. Stings eyes widened. Fuck. They hadn't prepared this.

"Frosch, my cat, learned how to open doors, and I forgot to lock the front door. Sting helped me look for her for hours, so I invited him out for coffee once we found her." Rogue answered excitedly. "Do you want to see a picture of her? I have pictures of her."

"Sure. Let's see her." Natsu agreed. Rogue's face lit up as he pulled out his phone.

"She's sweet, yeah." Natsu admitted. "Do you want to see Happy? He's our ring-bearer."

The first hurdle had been overcome minimal difficultly, so Sting was in high spirits when they reached the hotel room.

He wasn't sure what he had been expecting, but he was somehow surprised to find that there was only one bed, albeit a large one.

"I can take the couch if you want." He offered when Rogue entered.

"No, I think it's fine. The bed's pretty big." Rogue said casually. Well if he didn't mind, Sting sure as hell didn't. He dropped his stuff on the floor and flopped onto the bed. Rogue put his own stuff down more carefully before sitting down beside him.

"Didn't think it would go so well. I'm not sure what I was worried about." Sting admitted, letting out a sigh he hadn't known he was holding in.

"Don't jinx it. Honey." Rogue deadpanned, before letting his face break into a smile. It took Sting a moment to realize he was staring.

Despite his warning, Rogue was feeling pretty confident when he and Sting went downstairs for the rehearsal dinner. Gray, the best man, had let them know there was no need to dress up, so Rogue was wearing a red turtleneck sweater and black jeans. Sting, who seemed hellbent on making Natsu regret allowing the policy to be so vague, was wearing leather trousers and a rainbow crop-top.

"Aren't you worried you'll outshine the groom?" Rogue asked him.

"If Natsu was worried about that, he wouldn't have invited me." Sting boasted. Rogue decided to take his word for it.

They entered the dining hall when it almost full, Sting having insisted on being fashionably late. Perhaps that was a blessing, because that was the only reason Rogue had noticed Gajeel, his older cousin, before Gajeel noticed him.

"Sting, don't panic, but my cousin is here and he knows damn well my name isn't Lector." Rogue whispered hurriedly.

"Okay, okay. Don't panic. Maybe he won't notice you. We're not in the wedding party anyway, so show me who it is and we'll avoid them." Sting whispered back.

They took their assigned places, on the same side of the room as Gajeel, though a little further away from the main table, as Gajeel's wife, Levy, was sitting beside the bride. Oh. Yeah. Levy had mentioned at New Years that she would be maid of honor in her best friend's wedding. If Rogue had known it was this wedding, he would have refused Yukino's request. Speaking of Yukino, his coworker was making her way to their table with her boyfriend.

"So how is it going? Anyone suspect anything?" She asked.

"Shhh!" Sting looked around quickly.

"Don't worry. I asked Lucy to make sure we were the only ones at this table." She reassured him, though it didn't seem to work-

"She's going to know somethings up!" Sting insisted.

"Serves you right. Now how are things going with Lector." Yukino's boyfriend asked, winking at Rogue.

"Terribly, considering his cousin is married to the maid of honor." Sting hissed.

Rogue checked out of the conversation, watching Gajeel like a hawk. When desert rolled around, his cousin finally noticed him. Rogue shook his head faintly. Not now.

To his relief, Gajeel took the hint and dinner went off without a hitch.

Rogue waited just outside the door to the dining hall for him, to save him the trouble of looking and minimizing the risk of being exposed.

"Hey Rogue! Why didn't you say you were coming here? We could've driven you." Gajeel asked him when he came out, Levy in tow.

"It's complicated. Can we talk about this somewhere else?" Rogue looked around in a panic, worried Gajeel's loud voice would carry through the hallways.

In the garden, Gajeel resumed his line of questioning.

"So what's up, kid? Do I need to kick someone's ass?"

"No! Nothing like that. A friend of mine messed up and told his friend he had a boyfriend, so I'm helping him out. I didn't know this was your friend's wedding. Can you just call me Lector until this is over?" Rogue asked.

"Oh. You're the cat boy!" Levy exclaimed. Gajeel looked like he was about to explode with laughter.

"I'm sorry, what?" Rogue asked.

"Oh, Natsu wanted help figuring out what the deal with his friend's boyfriend was, so he asked us about it. We started calling you cat boy because it seemed like his friend was describing a cat." Levy explained.

"I wonder why."

The ceremony passed by quite normally, with only one accidental fire, which wasn't Natsu's fault.

Sting felt gorgeous in his light gray tuxedo and sky blue shirt, which was secretly a button-down crop-top, but he was having trouble keeping his eyes off his date, who looked dashing in a black suit and red shirt. Despite his prior warning to Sting not to outshine the groom, Rogue had decided to put his hair in a ponytail, which Sting forgave because he looked hot.

The reception promised to be a party to remember, being in the castle grounds, with every kind of food imaginable and ample space to dance.

Sting cheered when Natsu and Lucy finished their first dance, which prompted several others to cheer alongside him.

The music continued, and Sting offered his hand to Rogue. Rogue took it, smiling softly.

"Just so you know, honey, I can't dance for shit." Rogue warned him.

"Like we need to be good at it. It's pretty much just spinning anyway." Sting told him, taking the lead.

They might not have been the best dancers, but no one could beat them at spinning, Sting was sure of that. No one could match them with how majestic they were. He didn't know how many songs had passed when they stopped for a drink, just that they were out of breath.

As he unbuttoned the jacket to reveal his secret crop-top, Rogue leaned against him casually, and Sting realized that by this time tomorrow, it would be over, and the knowledge crashed over him like a tidal wave.

"Oh, I love this song! Do you want to go dance again?" Rogue exclaimed. Sting knew the song. It was 'All or Nothing' by Theory of a Deadman.

He took Rogue's hand again as they started to spin, looking into Rogue's eyes. He didn't want to let go. As the song ended, Sting made his choice.

"Hey, Rogue? I don't know if you're even into guys, but I enjoyed hanging out with you, and I wanted to know if you wanted to try going out for real sometime." He confessed. Rogue smiled that beautiful smile again.

"That depends entirely on if or not I'll have to go by Lector every time we visit your friends." He answered teasingly.

"No- nah, you don't. I'll come clean. I'll text Natsu on our way home." Sting promised.

"Then I'd love to." Rogue said.

"Alright, then would you like to go out for coffee on Wednesday? There's a coffee shop near the hospital that sells really good cinnamon rolls." Sting suggested.

"That sounds wonderful."

On the train ride home, Sting tried to work up the nerve to call Natsu, who would be leaving on his honeymoon tomorrow.

"Do it. Do it. You've got this." Rogue chanted in the seat beside him, in the most monotone voice he could muster.

Emboldened, Sting instead opted for text to the group chat, with basically everyone he knew from his hometown.

Lucy, Natsu, Levy, Gray, Wendy, Cana, Mira, Elfman, Lisanna, Laxus, Lyon and several others.

Sting: Hey guys. I just wanted to come clean. The Lector I kept telling you about was my cat. The guy I brought is actually called Rogue.

Cana: Hah! I knew you couldn't get a boyfriend.

Natsu: Yeah, Yukino told us as soon as you told her.

Sting looked at Rogue in horror. Rogue looked stunned for a moment, but started chuckling. He took Sting's phone.

"Sting": Levy, did you know?

Levy: Yeah. We just wanted to see how far Sting would go.

Sting took his phone back from Rogue.

Sting: You guys are the worst.

Sting: And joke's on you, Cana, I asked Rogue out and he said yes.

"Levy": You get Rogue on the phone right now. We need to talk.

Levy: Sorry, Gajeel took my phone.

Sting put his phone away.

"Should I be worried?" He asked Rogue.

"I'd say no, but that would be a lie." Rogue answered. "If worst comes to worst, we can blame Yukino."

#Stingue #fairy tail #sting eucliffe #rogue cheney #fanfic #background nalu and gajevy #fake dating fic #inspired by that one tweet #fucking idiots

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dwtdog · 4 months

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I would read the hell out of an inconvenienced-by-cat-shit to lovers fic

good news!!

stay the night

Dream shrugs, and finally, George notices the shadows under his eyes, darker than usual. “None of the guest beds are made and honestly? I don’t have the energy to deal with that, and Sapnap is streaming, so I figured-” “Sure,” George cuts him off, playing with the hem of his shirt. “You can use mine, I probably won’t sleep for a while anyway, so.” “So,” Dream parrots him, drawing the vowel out. “Uh- thanks. You can kick me out when you need it- I’ll probably just take a nap.” “Okay, yeah, I’m just going to edit now. Have a nice nap.” And George is turning back to his computer, feeling the pull of productivity and wanting to get away from the feelings that are burbling in his stomach. “If you see Milo tell him to fuck off,” Dream adds, as he walks in the direction of George’s bedroom. “Or to go shit on Sapnap’s bed again.”

or, inconveniences and idiots in love

#dnf #dnf fic #cq.writing #inspired by dreams tweet and sapnaps stream lol #enjoy idiots in love and as u so wonderfully put it anon #inconvenienced-by-cat-shit to lovers fic

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wrongcaitlyn · 24 days

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bc the last update apparently caused so much pain, here's a few excerpts from that abandoned dear reader one shot idea! i will clarify what songs/plot points mentioned in these tweets have changed, bc this is not spoiling anything that i'm *actually* planning to write in greatest of luxuries!

mentally ill @hatetheeastcoast

“My broken bones are mending” get it bc will is a doctor

replying to @hatetheeastcoast

ur mom @user4570824983085

The last news we have of him is him finishing med school last year, so he’s probably still doing his residency.

replying to @user4570824983085

mentally ill @hatetheeastcoast

SO??? HE STILL MENDED NICO’S BROKEN BONES

replying to @hatetheeastcoast

will solace fp @nico___AngeL56

pretty sure that one’s a metaphor my dude

GAY @nico___AngeL56

who wants to bet king of my heart is abt jason grace

replying to @nico___AngeL56

ur mom @user4570824983085

he’s literally said in interviews and on his acc that he doesn’t like ppl speculating abt his personal life pls stop

replying to @user4570824983085

GAY @nico___AngeL56

the song is coming out in like seven hours its fr not that big of a deal

replying to @nico___AngeL56

the graces >> @jasee25hsdfljs

coming out lol

#1 don’t blame me stan @swifttt_angels

nine years of back to back albums then disappearing off the face of the fucking earth and NOW THIS @nicodiangelo DO YOU WANT TO SEND ME INTO CARDIAC ARREST??!!!!

#wrongcaitlyn #talk ur talk fic #so hatetheeastcoast was the original alltoo_notwell #then i changed it bc i realized the exit hadn't come out at that time yet #king of my heart is NOT a nico di angelo song in this au #but it was actually originally gonna be a super big single and everything and inspired a huge chunk of the au #rip to king of my heart #“nine years of back to back albums” is incorrect #that timeline has been changed #anddd some ppl online def ship jason and nico #okay that's all! there are a lot of other tweets and little sections from this doc but pretty much none of them make sense at this point #many many many things have been changed #but the entire doc takes place after nico comes out #once again - not in 9 years bc the timeline has been changed a lot #but it's funny to see how it all started out

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agent-troi · 4 months

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The X-Files Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Fox Mulder/Dana Scully, Fox Mulder & Dana Scully Characters: Fox Mulder, Dana Scully Additional Tags: Owls, Banter, Road Trips, Mentions of Mothman, Post-Episode: s05e04 Detour (X-Files), Season/Series 07 Summary:

While they're on the road for a case, Mulder poses a question to Scully.

@today-in-fic

#another fic inspired by a tweet lol #x files #x files fanfic #today in fic #txf fanfic #msr fanfic #fox mulder #dana scully #mulder x scully #msr #owls #banter #mothman

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aoi-kanna · 1 year

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More dreammare ? ÚwÙ 💜💛

How could I refuse? úwù

This content was extracted from my blue bird account :3

Nightmare & Dream from Dreamtale by Joku

#aoi-kanna #my art #dreamtaleunderverse #Please keep in mind that I moderate my accounts #mainly Tumblr #and that I'm a bit shy about posting here on certain topics #since I tend to be inspired by mature fics #if you want to see a bit of variety in my content #maybe there are a couple of tweets that will fit you. (It's very light art though) thanks for your discretion uwu

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mariejordans · 6 months

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limoreau as ariel and prince eric for halloween…

#this post was inspired by a fic or a post or a tweet i literally forgot what it was 😭#if it was you tysm for your service #anyways MARIE AS ARIEL!!!!!!#gen v #jordan li #marie moreau #limoreau

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tomgrcg · 11 months

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hey i have a. script note. instead of a hotel tom should say he stayed at greg's place. yeah it's good now

#yeah i tweeted abt this but u guys understand me more #wish they just gave us this #something to inspire the fic writers #tomgreg #g.txt

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huntingteeth · 3 months

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absolutely crack-fic thought i had:

scooby-doo movie crossover a la scooby-doo and the alien invasion or scooby-doo: zombie island, where sleep token is the musical guest or is just there or whatever, and like, there are hijinks! and mysteries! all the audience at a festival where sleep token is performing keep falling into deep sleeps and the gang has to figure out why! they unmask the villain and it's someone who's jelly of the band and then there's an unmasking joke and the band suddenly looks really nervous behind their masks, and then haha sleep token actually does worship a deity named sleep, gang, could you be so cool about it?? wink wink

#YES this is inspired by that boygenius scooby doo tweet why do you ask #sleep token #like there is a villain who's putting the audiences at this festival to sleep #but then also zombie island or alien invasion style there is a real magical thing also happening #this could also work a ghost band fic too lmao #maybe someday i'll do a whole lil series

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wolfie-bee · 2 years

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Fall

read it here on twitter

The fall comes unexpectedly- one minute Lena's on the phone with Kara revealing sensitive information about an active defunct Luthor facility and the next, intruders are in her office, pushing her off the balcony.

Adrenaline rushes through her veins as a scream tears from her throat and she squeezes her eyes shut, helpless to the whims of gravity. Her mind races a mile a minute, terror seizing her chest and suddenly, a warm body presses against her, warmer arms catching her midflight and tugging her against a firm, solid chest.

Lena's once immovable hands wrap around the shoulders of her savior as her body trembles with fright and she buries her face against the person's neck, squeezing her eyes shut. The scent of coconut shampoo fills her senses and her heart gives a fluttering thump of recognition.

Kara? Her mind screams.

The skeptical part of her thinks this may be a trick, that she's probably already died so she slowly reopens her eyes, finding her face buried in the downy softness of blonde curls and her arms pressed against the sleek material of a super suit.

No, not Kara.

A breath shudders out of her as her eyes settle along the curve of a strong jaw, leading to rosy cheeks and soft pink lips.

Supergirl.

Lena's heart trembles. If she were braver, she'd reach out, turn the face of her savior towards her and press an appreciative kiss against her mouth.

Supergirl's arms tighten against her, a more secure hold that draws Lena's appreciation to the curve of those arms and the sleek muscles that her body lays against.

And the veil of safety that washes over her is instantaneous.

She hates flying, hates it so viscerally that if she could drive anywhere in the world she would. But there's something about the safety of this embrace that makes her understand why the hero is so trusted and so revered.

The minute they make their way above the balcony, Supergirl's jaw tightens and she addresses the criminals in a stern commanding voice.

"Dropped something?" She asks, and there's a hint of steel in her tone that impresses Lena as Supergirl takes a deep breath and an icy blast of cold air whooshes past her pretty lips.

The criminals are sent spiraling into the walls, unconscious, and a smug smile crosses Lena's face as Supergirl descends.

“How did you know?” She asks, turning to the hero with an awed look.

“I was getting coffee with Kara Danvers when you called.” Supergirl answers, all clipped and business-like as she hovers just an inch from the floor. But then she softens and the expression on her face melds into something entirely too intimate for Lena to witness as she finally touches down on the balcony. "You're okay," she says, and it sounds both like a question and a statement meant just to reassure herself.

Lena simply nods, unsure of how to answer as her shaky feet finally touch down on the cold tiles. All of the strength flees her in an instant and Supergirl's hands shoot out to her hips before she can collapse, pulling her into her firm body.

Lena flushes, lifting her eyes to see warm intense blue staring back at her and her mouth goes dry.

"T-Thank you." She mutters, clearing her throat a little when Supergirl doesn't immediately let her go. "For saving me." She feels the need to clarify.

Supergirl smiles and it's so much better in person, the television and pictures in magazines really can't capture the essence of her striking beauty.

"Anytime." She says and it's warm and affectionate and Lena should be pulling away, hell they both should, but they aren't.

There's something so familiar about the hero, something that Lena can't quite put her finger on but she feels herself relax in the embrace, heart slowing to normal healthy levels.

And she now understands why some people worship heroes. Because Supergirl is kind and modest and she flushes prettily when Lena can't help but draw closer, staring into those eyes that she feels like she knows.

"L-Lena." Her name comes out in a breathless adorable stutter as Supergirl clears her throat in an attempt to school her features.

But it only manages to embolden Lena and she reaches out without conscious thought, long fingers splaying across reddened cheeks and thumb catching over Supergirl's soft lower lip. There's a soft gasp, one that Lena can't tell who it came from as her heart flutters, something faint like recognition desperately teasing at the edges of her thoughts.

"I'd like to properly thank you," she murmurs and it may be their proximity, it may be the way they're still pressed together, chest to chest, but Supergirl doesn't pull away. Lena takes that as an aquescience.

She leans up, just a little, pressing the gentlest kiss to the curve of Supergirl's jaw. Supergirl inhales a sharp breath, blue eyes familiar in some way and Lena tilts her head, pressing another to her cheek.

The hero's eyes flutter, long beautiful lashes teasing against warm skin and Lena’s breath hitches when those strong arms tighten imperceptibly. A soft breath escapes her lips, brushing right against Lena’s, drawing her eyes to them and Lena leans in and kisses Supergirl.

It's just a light brushing of lips, the tenderness of it so chaste Lena's heart aches. It's a soft counterpoint to the tension in her fingers as her fists tighten in Supergirl's cape, dragging her into the heat of another kiss and then another.

Supergirl meets Lena with the same enthusiasm, warm hands splaying across her lower back and Lena sinks her hands into soft golden curls, lost in the sensations that grip at her heart.

Supergirl's kiss is open and deep and hungry with desire. Desire that thunders and burns wild against Lena's skin as if they are old, familiar lovers, as if they've been apart and haven’t seen each other in months. It makes Lena melt against her, turn into putty in the woman’s arms, blushed and breathless by the time they part again.

Lena's the one to pull away, Supergirl chasing her lips like a warm golden puppy and she lets out a ragged breath, dragging her thumb across Supergirl's lower lip where her lipstick remains, just trying to keep her at a safe distance.

Supergirl's eyes are still closed, the faint trace of a dazed smile tugging at the corners of her now reddened lips. Her cheeks are equally red and Lena can't help the pride that swells in her chest at the fact that it's there because of her. But a thought niggles at her that draws a comparison to Kara's reddened cheeks, and Lena thinks she’s seen this expression before.

"I - I should go." Supergirl stutters, finally reopening her devastatingly blue eyes and Lena smiles, endeared. "I'm glad you're safe, Miss Luthor."

Lena watches her lift off from the balcony in a daze, watches the regal flap of her cape as she turns and soars off into the distance. It’s only when Supergirl’s left that she remembers that she hadn’t given her or Kara the information about Cadmus and the missing aliens like she’d initially planned.

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Starting line for the follow up:

The next day when Kara visits, Lena has every intention of telling her about what she'd found out, but the words that leave her mouth are, "I kissed Supergirl."

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