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sabbath-of-sally · 4 years

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This is really dumb but can you possibly write a scenario with the main 4 and travis sleeping over there crushes house and waking up to thare crush sleep-cuddling them. Thank you so much if you respond to this !

“This is really dumb but can you possibly write a scenario with the main 4 and travis sleeping over there crushes house and waking up to thare crush sleep-cuddling them. Thank you so much if you respond to this !”

Sal:

Sal arrived at his crush’s house on Saturday at almost 8pm on the dot. The exact time they agreed on. When they approached him Friday inviting him to watch Psycho on VHS, he couldn’t decline. He would g;adly go with them to watch paint dry.

When they opened the door, he felt his knees go weak. How could someone possibly look so attractive in a T-Shirt and sweatpants? It wasn’t until they were seated together on the couch that he realized they hadn't hung out one on one. Sure, he’s been to their house dozens of times, but there's always been at least one other person with them.

Sal’s eyes fluttered open. His gaze settled on the static dancing across the screen in front of him. It took him a second to remember where he was. Oh, yeah. Where’s (Y/N)? Sal began sitting up when he was stopped by two arms wrapped firmly around his waist. His heart felt like it was about to burst out of his chest. He slowly turned his head to face them and sure enough, they had fallen asleep holding onto him.

Well- he doesn’t know that for sure. Maybe they just fell asleep and then cuddled up to him? Yeah, that has to be it.

Sal continued to gaze, completely dumbstruck.

“You’re staring.” They stated, not even opening their eyes.

“S-SORRY.” Sal, turned back over, relaxing back into their embrace. He couldn’t help but smile to himself. They did mean it.

Larry:

Weed hangovers are real. The light coming through the curtain was almost too much to bear. His head was pounding and his mouth was dry. God, he didn’t think they smoked that much last night, did they? The sensation of arms gently contracting around him was enough to pull him from his thoughts. Holy shit. His whole body suddenly felt like it was on fire. Has he dreamed of something like this since the moment he laid eyes on them? Maybe. Did that mean he was prepared for if it actually happened? Absolutely fucking not. Larry adjusted himself, trying to get a better view of his sleeping crush’s face. As soon as he turned his head, their eyes met. Larry looked at them in horror. They looked back at him in embarrassment.

“LARRY.” His crush shot up, their face painted a deep shade of crimson.

He was dumbfounded, completely unsure of what to do next. Fuck, what could he say to make this less awkward?

“Hey.” He blankly stated.

Oh my fucking God.

“I-I’m so sorry, I don’t know why I did that! I-I didn’t mean to cross any boundaries or anything, I’m so sorry if i made you uncomfortable…”

“N-no! It’s totally ok, dude. I don’t mind! You were like, warm. I mean- Fuck. That sounded creepy...Listen, just...it’s cool.” His hands quickly covered his face. God, why was he like this?

His crush blushed deeply. “You mean...You really don’t mind?” Damn, call him crazy, but he swore he saw a little bit of a smile there?

“N-no, not at all…”

“Well in that case...would you like...To maybe go back to that?...” Larry was pretty sure he just felt his soul leave his body.

“Um...Yeah, sure...Cool.”

Ash:

Ash wasn’t exactly sure how a slumber party with her crush turned into waking up intertwined in one sleeping bag but she wasn’t complaining. Their head was flush to her chest and one leg was thrown across her own. A little cramped, but she couldn’t really complain. This was clearly no accident, her crush had gotten out of their own sleeping bag and climbed into her’s, that was for sure. What wasn’t exactly clear to her was why they did it. Did they feel the same way? The idea of her crush liking her back made her heart flutter. She found herself wrapping her arms around their sleeping form. What would she do when they woke up? Would they say? What if her crush had woken up before her? She couldn’t help but wonder if they would have stayed in her embrace or slipped off without her ever noticing. What was to come didn’t matter. She’d much rather focus on the present.

Todd:

Waking up is a difficult enough task on it’s own, waking up to discover you’re face to face with the person you’ve fancied forever? Ha. He couldn’t pretend he wasn’t terrified. Todd may come across as pretty closed off, but goddammit, he has his moments of emotional vulnerability just like everyone else. He felt like he was frozen. He’d only been awake for a few seconds and it already felt like an eternity he’d been admiring his crush’s face. If he was being honest, he could very well stare at them forever. It took everything in him to unravel their arms from him and get started with his day. Hopefully, this wouldn’t be the last time they shared an embrace.

Travis:

This can’t really be happening. Travis had been awake for hours. He just couldn’t understand how this could have happened. Why would anyone want to be...this close to him? Too many questions were going through his mind. What could this mean? He didn’t want to jump the gun and say they reciprocated his feelings his feelings, but...that would be nice. What would he even do if they did? Travis couldn’t imagine himself ever being in a relationship, let alone being deserving of one. Did that stop him from fantasizing about it? No...He couldn’t help but feel stupid thinking about all of this. They’re literally just sleeping, that doesn’t necessarily mean anything. As much as he felt he couldn’t let this continue, he couldn’t bring himself to move. Just a little longer...

I’m sorry this took forever, I was suffering from some gnarly writer’s block. I hope you enjoy!

#sallyface #sf #sally face headcanon #sally face imagines #sally face scenario #sal fisher #larry johnson #Ash Campbell #todd morrison #travis phelps

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rockcandyshrike · 5 years

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Made-up fic titles— “how deeply are you sleeping (or are you still awake)” and/or “Galaxy Spread”! [first one’s a lyric from “Sky Full of Song”]

wOw JORDAN HOW DARE YOU SHOOT ME RIGHT THRU MY FLORENCE WELCH LOVING HEART

“how deeply are you sleeping (or are you still awake)”

it’s funny since I don’t write sad shit but the first thing that jumped to mind was pure ANGST: So after the Empire stomps Jedha under its boot and the Guardians are forced onto the street, Chirrut is having nightly breakdowns/prayers to the Force asking WHY his people are suffering and what should he do and how can he protect Baze who’s retreated so far into himself that Chirrut can barely feel him in the Force. the sleeping “you” in the title refers to both Baze as he slumbers next to Chirrut and the Force which is silent to his questions

The tears escape from Chirrut’s eyes no matter how tightly he shuts them, slipping between the bars of his lashes like prisoners into the free and feral dark. He bites his lip til the taste of iron coats his tongue as he tries to lock the wails behind his teeth, but one lone sob manages to eke its way out.

Baze mumbles his name.

Chirrut whips his head around, hands clapped over his mouth. His heart and his lungs freeze in his chest. He feels cold all over.

Baze sighs, turning over in his sleep.

Chirrut breathes out slowly, shoulders shuddering with guilty relief. He would never forgive himself if he woke Baze with his private lamentations. His beloved already battles with insomnia, he doesn’t deserve to lose any more sleep just because Chirrut can’t commune with the Force quietly.

Nevermind that he hasn’t been able to commune with the Force since the burning.

The memory of the flames licking up the sides of the Temple, gouts of red and orange searing the endless Jedhan sky, nearly scours out another broken sob from the back of his throat, but he swallows it down even though it feels like razors in his esophagus. He wipes at his eyes angrily. His tears are self-indulgent; it helps no one, a waste of salt and water when both are so precious in the Holy City.

He cannot be another burden, to Baze or NiJedha. He folds the pain away behind his heart.

(CHIRRUT PLEASE LET YOUR HUSBAND COMFORT YOU)

“Galaxy Spread”

ANYWAY, pivoting back to my bread and butter i.e. funny+horny, this would be a fic about Chirrut and Baze getting married across the universe according to the native customs of the different planets they visit. (i may have talked about this with you briefly years ago [my brain just stalled out…years!?], Jordan.) a lighthearted post-war romp, maybe also finding scattered Jedhans along the way and reforging connections. The Tagline: “Honeymoon Part 2: Electric Boogaloo”

“They’re going to tie our legs together?”

“They’re going to strap us into harnesses, and then tie our legs together, do pay attention, my dear.”

Baze grunts, irritated yet amused. “And then they push us off a cliff.”

“We take a leap of faith,” Chirrut corrects with a smirk, all too cognizant that Baze is playing dumb to goad him, but enjoying it even more. “The Uraurkak believe this bonds the couple for eternity, as it symbolizes stepping through death together.”

“More like falling headlong through death together.”

“That too,” Chirrut says, reaching out to cup Baze’s face with an intricately red-twined hand. “Are you ready?”

Baze gazes steadily at his husband, his groom for the next five minutes. Chirrut glows ethereal in the emerald torchlight, beautiful as always, but with his cheeks dusted in reflective powder he shines like something strange, something rare and alien only made familiar by the love creasing the corners of his eyes. The dearest phantasm he’s ever seen. His chest constricts tighter than plating screws.

“Why not? I’ll throw myself off a cliff with you.”

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Send me a made-up fic title and i’ll tell you what i would write to go with it!

#spiritassassin #baze x chirrut #baze malbus #chirrut imwe #i love my gay asian space dads #thank you Jordan this helped clear up my writer's block a little #also i am now very sorely tempted to expand upon honeymoon part 2: electric boogaloo #shih-shoulda-had-it #i apologize for the weird formatting but i didn't want to condemn mobile users to squished up hell

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