#prompt: always watching

[historicfailure]

After the end of the Fourth Shinobi World War, Obito is under house arrest. Bored out of his mind, he tends to watch the street below his flat, and the flats right across the street. One particular flat is of special interest to him, so when he accidentally watches the inhabitant enjoying a private moment, he can't help but continue to watch. 

~ X ~

Heya ^^ Sorry for the long silence on my end, I had to get some shit together. But I'm more than happy to present you this little something which I wanted to create for this year's @obito-week​. Hopefully, you will like this fic! :D

Prompt: Always watching.

(If you squint: Kink and Any AU, too)

~ X ~

House arrest. Obito hadn’t been under house arrest since he left the house of his grandmother so many years ago, but staying inside his own four walls for the time being was definitely a kinder punishment than being sent into the Blood Prison. 

Where he should be. For, you know, starting the Fourth Shinobi World War, impersonating Madara Uchiha and threatening the five Kage, for committing war crimes over and over… There were so many reasons to put him behind bars, but somehow, knowing the right people for once paid off. That his friendship with Kakashi would one day save his ass… Obito never would have guessed that one was coming. 

Or maybe it was just the logical conclusion to the very disappointing life he led so far. So, being a criminal detained in a cozy flat with all the accommodations he could wish for with the illusion of freedom right on his fingertips couldn’t be that bad.

But it was bad.

“I’m so fucking bored.” His voice echoed in the between the bare walls of the flat he was now forced to inhabit. Since a few months now, he sat tight, and slowly he would have given everything to not be contained anymore. There were only so many books he could read, so many games of Solo-chess he could play, so many forced visits of Kakashi and Naruto he could bear. Sure, he could jerk off all day without anyone bothering him, but after some time, even walking around with his dick in his hand lost its charm.

Now, Obito confined himself to the couch of the small flat, listening to the murmur of the busy people outside and simply waited. Waited for the night to fall, as then, the only light of his boring life would start to shine. 

The flat, stacked with the barest of furniture - a bed, a couch, one shelf to store all the books in Kakashi hauled over, as well as a small kitchen which had never been used except for that one time Obito tried to cook some noodles and nearly burned the entire complex down - was situated surprisingly close to the center of the newly built Konoha. The only thing which caught Obito’s interest nowadays was looking out of the window and onto the bustling street. Seeing the people interact with each other, while he was always looking through the glass, had become the only escape he had. 

During the day, there were construction workers working on the houses, families laughing and talking, children running up and down the street, and food merchants cooking and selling their food. In the evening, the buzz died down as people returned into their homes. For Obito, though, the real fun only started when the moon rose in the sky.

In the evening, the windows across the street lit up and allowed him to look into the lives of other people. Most of them didn’t bother pulling any curtains close. Why would they? Like Obito, they all lived on the second level and no one was so bored and out of their mind to try and spy on the people of Konoha. 

Except for him, of course.

And there was this one window. One window leading inside one flat, right across his own bedroom window. One window which could sweep all his boredom away and make him forget about the looming sword hanging above his head, waiting to drop at any second. 

A woman lived behind that window. She worked during the daytime, of course, and returned just when the first stars started to blink in the night sky. 

Obito knew her routine by heart now. The stranger would walk into her home, blissfully unaware of the eyes which followed her through her own windows, and lose almost every article of clothing she wore. Then, still mostly naked, she went to her fridge to grab a drink. One long, good sip from a bit of the alcohol, then she would slowly dress herself in more relaxed clothing, fitting to lounge around in. 

Honestly, he loved watching her, no matter what she did. In stark contrast to him, she never seemed to be bored. Always somehow moving around her flat, either cleaning, cooking, or dancing. And, to be perfectly honest, seeing someone be so comfortable in their own body they could just stroll around their own home in a completely undressed state without the need to cover themselves up. Obito certainly didn’t know that feeling. As he touched warily the mangled scars covering the entire right side of his body, fingertips sliding over his arm like an afterthought, he tried to think of a time he appreciated his own body similarly as his neighbor. 

Probably never, really. There was a reason why he had never looked in a mirror all those years. Plus, this flat also didn’t have a mirror. 

With a low sigh, Obito pushed himself up from the couch. Maybe, if he was lucky, there was indeed something interesting happening down on the streets. Hopefully. Because if not, he might have to go rogue again, just to experience some excitement. 

In his loose t-shirt, long pants and barefoot, he rolled himself off the couch. With a grunt and cracking joints, the man paused for a moment, before straightening himself properly out, before slowly making his way over to the window. As he pulled the shades aside, he wondered what he would see today, his mind idly wandering off. 

Mhm, maybe if the three rowdies from yesterday come through again… school should be out, so that is a chance.

They made quite a spectacle, toppling over that one stand and throwing soup everywhere. 

Thank god, no one was hurt.

Routinely, he scanned the street. First to the right, then the middle of the street right below his window, then to the left. Nothing interesting to see there, but that could change at any given moment. When he reached the corner of the street, the scarred cheek of his pressed against the cool glass, his eyes wandered up. The windows were next, all of them blinking in the strong sunlight of a spring noon. Right back to where he started, just a few levels higher, and this time, Obito took his time. Even though his eyesight was better than most, he still needed a few seconds to peer into a stranger’s life, parted by several meters and at least two glass window panels in between. 

But he didn’t even get back to the point where he started. Almost in passing, he scanned his Favorite Window, the one where the free-spirited, almost naked lady lived. He didn’t expect anyone to be there, just another empty window with the familiar background of her slightly messy apartment showing through. So, his eyes flew right past her window, only to do a double-take. And oh, what a sight it was. 

He couldn’t see every detail, of course. But that wasn’t necessary. Perfectly situated in an armchair, one leg thrown over the armrest, the other steadied on the ground with just the tip-toes. Her head was thrown back, writhing against the rough fabric of the chair, while one of her hands was haphazardly pressed against her neck. Like she was missing something, imitating something. The touch of a lover, probably. 

How did Obito come to that conclusion? Well, the other hand was busy feeding a massive something into her open, naked pussy. Because of course, the woman was naked. It was phallic by nature, and Obito’s breath hitched when he witnessed how her own chest heaved as the entirety of the thing was inside of her.

At the sight, his dick roared to life. Again, how could it not? As he freed his quickly growing dick out of his pants, his eyes never left the glorious sight in front of him. Fuck, his day just a lot more interesting. The first stroke was sweet relief, the second agonizing torture, as his eyes followed each and every single movement of the strange, free, beautiful woman across the street. 

He couldn’t move away anymore, just watch how the stranger continued to pleasure herself. Everything he saw of her mesmerized him: the way her lips parted as she let out an unheard moan, her arching back from an impossibly mean twist of her hand, a single drop of sweat rolling down her neck and vanishing in the valley between her tits. Fuck, this was so fucking hot. 

Obito always liked watching people. Though he hadn’t tried out watching another person pleasuring themselves, he found himself enthralled by the experience. She was completely unaware he was there, too, at this moment she took it for herself to enjoy herself. He was an unwanted guest, and the forbidden thrill of it all made his cock even harder. Another pump of his hand, another long second, in which Obito watched. Eyes glued to the person a few meters across from him, and yet so far apart that he never would be able to touch her. Heart beating hard in his chest, he paused, let his eyes flutter shut, only to groan from the bottom of his soul. 

Taste her. Hear her. Feel her. 

He was always watching her, whenever she was home. It felt like he knew that strange woman, or at least, the most miniscule, unimportant details. When she would clean her flat, what kind of book she read at the moment, how she looked when she was stressed out by her work. Maybe he even harbored a tiny little crush on that woman. However, all those things faded into the background as he stood there, hard cock in his hand and slowly stroking himself while watching her being unaware of intruding into her private moment.

With his heart racing and knees growing weak, he placed one of his hands against the wall, while relishing in the pleasure rolling down his back in powerful waves. Quickly, he spat into his other hand, before closing his fingers around the cock again, too desperate to walk back to the couch, where the more convenient lube sat on the table. That would have meant looking away from his neighbor, and Obito couldn’t afford that. No, he wanted to experience every single precious second, for as long as it would last. 

She was still there, with closed eyes and her mouth agape. He fucking wished to be able to hear her breathless moans, but the sight alone had to do. Another slow stroke, the spit in his hand soothing the chafing of his dry hand a little bit. 

The neighbor writhed on her chair, her hips bucking up. Her hand holding the fake cock inside of her twitched, her legs spreading even more. Like she wanted to be seen, like she lived off the thrill of potentially being watched. Like she needed-!

Her head suddenly jerked upwards, her eyes flying open. Too dazed to react in time, he froze up as her eyes clearly looked right at him.

Fuck. Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck! 

Still frozen in his place, he couldn’t do anything but hope. For what? He had no idea for what he hoped for. Any fraction of mercy, at this point.

What’s the punishment for spying on someone masturbating? 

This is the straw which breaks the camel’s back. 

Obito Uchiha, feared war criminal and responsible for the fourth Shinobi War. Thrown into the Blood Prison because he spied on a neighbor in the middle of her alone time. 

Still, he couldn’t move. Every moment, he expected for the woman to jump up, pull the curtains close, and for Anbus to storm his flat and throw him into the next best cell. 

Seconds ticked by, and nothing of that sort happened. They just continued to stare at each other across the street, through the glass, fully aware of what the other one was doing. Obito with his dick in head and face flushed from being discovered, and the neighbor still draped all over the armchair.

Then, she smiled.

Obito’s mind was swirling as he tried to comprehend what was happening. The smile threw him for a loop, confusion overtaking the lust and crave for some human warmth. Only very slowly, understanding filtered through the dense fog inside his brain. 

She knows.

She… knew? Knew I was watching her?

And she decided to put on a show just for… me?

There was no way she truly knew who or what he was. She merely knew he liked to watch, nothing else and nothing more. Thankfully. Obito doubted she would put on such a show for him if she knew what he had done, how much blood was on his hands. Hell, if she knew he had his hands in the plans to destroy Konoha alongside Pain, then the curtains on her side would always be firmly closed. 

But she didn’t. Instead, Obito’s eyes followed hungrily as the woman positioned herself again comfortably in her armchair, one of her legs still hooked over the armrest and exposing her most intimate parts to him, now fully aware that this was only for him.

Fuck, that knowledge got him even harder. Breathing hard, he gripped his cock tighter. He wished he could show her how much this little kind gesture meant to him. 

As the woman across the street continued, with her eyes fluttering close and mouth agape, Obito leaned his forehead against the window to peer even more closely. His hand sped up, now aided by more of his own pre-cum. Pleasure rolled down his spine, little spikes of blistering emotion. Such a change to the usual monotony of his day. His thumb circled the head of his dick, relishing in the strong wave of need and the short impulse of buckling knees, but he kept upright. Because of her.

Obito couldn’t look away from her. Like a dog fixating on a delicious steak just out of reach. Seeing her like this was enough, had to be enough. Again, he sped up, the pleasure mixing with a hint of pain, but he was close already. So fucking close he could taste it.

The peak hit Obito so hard he saw stars. With a low grunt, all the muscles in his body seemed to tense up, only to relax in the second right after. Warm cum spurted out, some ribbons even hitting the glass of the window, before more cum dribbled over his fingers. 

With his forehead still pressed against the window, Obito watched through bleary eyes how the woman did. He came so quickly, overwhelmed by the stimulating sight of her, but continuing to watch her without the urgency to touch himself was just as good. 

She was still going. Her body writhed on the armchair, back arching and muscles beneath sweaty skin glistening, to the point Obito felt himself growing harder once more. Biting his lips, he started to slowly stroke himself, hissing weakly at the sensitivity of his cock. This one, he would relish in. 

But she was obviously close, as well. Even though his experience with sex was limited, he could read the signs: her flushed face, the obviously heightened rate of her breathing, the urgency at which she pushed and pulled the fake dick into her. One of her legs twitched violently, making her entire body move. The hand not busy pleasuring herself flicked one of her nipples, causing her to bite her lips. 

He knew when she came. It was hard to miss, with her entire body going as taut as a bowstring, only to fall back into the armchair. Her hands continued to move still, flicking her clit and nipple as her form relaxed more and more. Obito watched how she melted into the cushions, with her eyes closed and a little, satisfied smile on her lips.

Fuck, if he wasn’t under house arrest, he would love to go over there and go talk to her. Touch her. Hell, if he was a braver man, he would go over there, knock at her door and ask to watch a repeat performance up to close.

But he wasn’t, and he couldn’t. Like this, he jerked his dick once, twice and felt a new, weaker wave of cum spill over his already soiled fingers and onto his hastily pushed aside underwear. 

Obito had given up on brightening his boring life under house arrest, just wasting away his days on the sofa and watching the streets below. Maybe, with such a… welcoming neighbor across the street, his life would be a lot more interesting from now on.

#obito week 2023 #obito week #obito-week-2023 #Obito #uchiha obito #obito uchiha #prompt: always watching #obito x stranger #historicfailure #freakypseudwriter #also on ao3 #lemon #lots of lemons

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 162

“So,” Danny drawled from where he was sitting, legs kicking slightly. Really, what a fun reincarnation. A world with heroes and villains where he didn’t have to do shit in and could just vibe with Ellie. 

“So,” Tim responded from where he was typing on his computer, mostly in civilian clothes save for his gauntlets and boots. The Red Robin outfit was haphazardly dropped across the couch and his pole leaning against the end. 

“Technically there’s proper procedures for clones…” Danny motioned to both himself and Ellie from where they sat on the counter, snacking on a plateful of scones. From Alfred, he was certain. 

“Technically, yes… but do we want to actually do that?” 

All three of them smiled, something almost feral in the motion. Of course not. They all had the same memories after all, and Bruce had just returned from the past, from exactly where and when Tim had said he was. Despite no one believing him, hence why they were in his boathouse, and not in the apartment or manor. 

“Think we can pull it off?” Ellie took a sip of tea, mischief swirling in her eyes. 

“Of course we can.” Both Danny and Tim spoke at once, one pulling up a new doc and the other pulling the whiteboard out from under a curtain. 

#dcxdp #dpxdc #prompts #danny fenton #ellie fenton #tim drake #Ras: *Makes Tim Clones* #Danny & Ellie: Lmao we’re gonna blow up this place and go- buh-bye now~ #All three of them are salty about the whole time-travelling thing #Tim: Why is one of my clones a girl? #Ellie: Idk man but I’m not changing #Tim: Fair enough do u want me to make you guys proper IDs #They’re going to do mischief and make the Batfam think they’ve always been triplets #They have the paper trail to prove that the Drakes had triplets #Neither Danny or Ellie have powers but that isn’t going to stop them #Nothing can go wrong ever they’re sure #Why yes this is inspired by the Ao3 fic Twincognito Mode #Why YES Bruce does in fact think he somehow adjusted the timeline #And Yes Clockwork does do a little nudge to make their IDs & history *pretty* solid #He's back in Long Now eating popcorn and watching his new favorite show

[jestroer]

Day two of @mcyt-yuri-week - Royalty/Knight! :D

Forbidenn romance between a fairy Queen and her Knight..... or something

#I LOVE fress so muhc #They are so #False and Stress interacting is always such good fun and also they start talking real strange real fast when left alone. #or with someone they can make fun of #They're great #i need to watch more of Stress's seasons #so far i only watched s7 and 9 #court jester's art #mcytyuriweekvalentines #fress #falstress #hermitcraft #hermitshipping #falsesymmetry #stressmonster101 #this is my fave piece of the year so far for sure i love it to bits #im such a sucker for both royalty aus and knights this days prompts were made for me specifically

[momotonescreaming]

Modern au where steddie are dating long distance.

They meet online, chatting about the fanfiction that Eddie writes and Steve reads. They chat about shared interests in tv, and movies, and music. About shitty parents and coming out. And then it sort of evolves from there.

Messaging, turns into phone calls, turns in video calls, turns into racing hearts and sweaty palms when they see a notification from the other. Turns into counting down the seconds until they can open their laptops and call. Turns into hardcore longing, and pining, and whispering I like you through the screen.

They start dating.

Steve will send him messages ending in hearts and kisses. Will send him thirst trap photos he takes at the gym. Takes photos of the dinner he makes and sends it to Eddie with captions saying he's saving him a piece <3. Learns to make Eddie's favourite foods, so he can make them for him when they meet.

Eddie sends him previews of the fic he's writing. Photos of him performing with his band, sweaty and smiling. Serenades him over video call, acoustic guitar perched in his lap. Watches the basketball with Steve, each from their respective living rooms.

He wonders what it would be like if they were together. If Steve could cook him the dinner he learnt just for him, if Eddie could curl into his side as they watch the game together, Steve whispering the rules of basketball into his ear.

He wonders what it would be like to kiss Steve. To feel those plump lips on his. To taste him. His sweat, his flavoured chapstick. Would he put his hands on his waist? His jaw? Cradle his face? Would he make it slow and sweet? Or rushed and desperate? Would Steve whisper I love you into the warmth of Eddie's mouth?

But they live on opposite sides of the country.

He loves what they have. He loves having Steve. But Eddie wants what other people have. Would like to go on a date that isn't through a laptop. Would like to be able to kiss and hug and even just touch his boyfriend.

#Stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #Steddie #steddie prompt #modern au #long distance au #momo.txt #My Writing #sorta #idk im having emotions about them #eddie writes lord of the rings fanfic #(also supernatural) #and steve watched the movies with dustin #who then tried to bug him to read the books #and it was just too much to read for steve #fanfiction though? #it was easier to digest #also gayer #and this one fic writer always replies happily and eagerly to his comments

[tanglepelt]

Dc x dp idea 41

When amity park get yoinked to the infinite realm JLD is aware. By the time they get there to investigate it’s back.

All of them can feel the ghost king. Leading them to believe that the king is trying to claim the earth for himself. They believe after his time being sealed he plans to in thrall all humans. The king must be in need of new soldiers.

Which is a reasonable conclusion if pariah was still king.

Meanwhile Danny is trying to study for his finals.

#dc x dp #danny fenton #dp x dc #danny phantom #dp dc crossover #dp x dc crossover #dp x dc prompt #ghost king danny #jld #they assume the worst #start preparing spells #have a member on gaurd in amity #Danny just watching the guy in the trench coat trying to figure out who he is #why does he always get on guard when he is near Danny #the fact ghost are constantly attacking the town does no favors #now when phantom shows up it’s another problem #the JLD was all ready to seal up pariah #then they see teen rage phantom #and yea they can’t judge a ghost age based on how he looks #but they can sense the incomplete core #he feels like a baby ghost #how is the new king a baby #why is the king on earth #it just opens up so many questions

[drysaladandketchup]

for the "things you said" writing meme -- matthew/leon, 12 :)

Thank you for the request <3 I realised very quickly I have no idea what constitutes a 'mini' fic. I struggle to write 'mini' anything lol. Hopefully this still satisfies :)

12. things you said when you thought i was asleep

It takes all of Matthew's willpower not to reach over and smash his phone just to shut up the alarm. All that saves his wallet and an awkward trip to the Apple store is the split-second realisation that the shrieking in his ear isn't his usual alarm.

It's a ringtone. Not his own, either.

He pries his eyes open to find the world through the window is still dark. One of the balcony doors is still ajar, letting in a cool night breeze. He's lying on his side in his own bed, the end of the all-star weekend memorialized by several aches and bruises.

His hips and ass are a little sore too, but that's unrelated. Technically.

The ringing stops. Someone huffs behind him.

Someone. Yeah, no, Matthew knows who it is. They may have met up at the bar once the media was done swarming, but Matthew was far from drunk. Painfully sober, in fact. If he's being honest with himself, he was hoping things would turn out this way.

One more time. One more moment. Because it's been a long time since they were them. Longer still since the sex was just sex, since hate became want. Matthew is strong in a lot of ways, but not against this.

"Davo." Leon's voice is low, and still gruff from sleep when he answers his phone. He sits up on his side of the bed, trying not to disturb Matthew, pulling the covers back up over Matthew's shoulder like he thinks he'll freeze to death in this balmy Florida winter.

Usually Matthew's a heavy sleeper. But never when Leon's around. He makes it impossible for Matthew to completely relax, to let time slip by. Leon's just too big of a presence, almost too much to bear. It was more important that everything linger, to bask in the strange comfort of their relationship, whatever it was. They had so little time. Even less, now.

"I know it's late. No, no, I'm not at the hotel. I'm... I'm with Tkachuk."

Leon says his last name like it's wrong, like it's rotting on his tongue.

When he corrects himself, says, "Matthew", it's better, lighter. Like it's ambrosia.

Matthew remembers when Leon Draisaitl saying his name wouldn't have meant a damn thing to him. When that simple act didn't fill him with fondness.

In the silence, Matthew can hear McDavid talking on the other end, but can't quite make out what he's saying. Matthew tucks up under the duvet, breathing quiet and even, trying to focus instead on the distant sound of waves and the ticking clock on his wall.

Ticking. Always ticking. Time bleeds out when they're together.

He doesn't even remember falling asleep last night, but he wishes he hadn't now. He wishes he'd stayed awake longer, just to... just too see him. To look Leon in the eye, to talk about everything and nothing until dawn, to feel big, too-warm hands on his body more and more and more. He wants to make sure he'll remember how Leon feels, sounds, tastes.

"Connor," Leon says, a warning, followed by a sigh. "I know. I know, okay? It was stupid, but..."

Maybe it was. Matthew has a good thing here in Florida. Better than ever. He was happy to leave Alberta behind and start over. So why did leaving make him feel like a coward?

Because leaving was about Calgary, and the Flames. About his career and his future. It wasn't about Leon. Leon was the wrench in the gears; the one thing he didn't expect to have to say goodbye to, the kind of hurt he never could have accounted for.

"I needed to see him." Leon sounds helpless. He's not the only one.

The only time he's heard Leon so lost was after his team was knocked out of the playoffs last season. The Oilers meant nothing--Matthew was pretty fucking glad considering they'd beat out the Flames--but he never wanted to hear Leon like that again.

He definitely never wanted to be the cause of it. Not like this.

Leon is still mumbling into his phone. "Yeah, I'm fine. He's... we're good. He's happy."

A hand settles on Matthew's head. Fingers play with his curls, nails scratch his scalp. A thumb presses just behind Matthew's ear, stroking the soft skin where only hours before Leon had put his lips, whispering sweetness and filth in equal measure.

It takes everything for Matthew not to groan, to whimper and surrender, roll over and climb on top of Leon and take all over again. Beg him to take something--everything--from Matthew.

"I don't know," Leon says then.

It's easy to guess what McDavid asked.

He's happy. But are you?

"I can't even tell him I still love him."

Still. Matthew didn't even know there was a before, let alone a still. Leon never said anything. Fuck, if Matthew wasn't busy trying to remember how to breathe, he'd roll over and punch him.

Then again, what did Matthew ever say? They never talked about it. Never let those closet hook-ups and slipping out back doors and little drinks and dinners and overnights excused as practical necessity be anything more than that. A bunch of chirps and half-truths and aborted discussions because it was all becoming too much. There was too much uncertainty. Too many ways it could go wrong.

It did go wrong. It became something. It became real.

Maybe that would have changed something. Maybe it wouldn't have changed anything at all. It doesn't matter now. Matthew left, and neither of them said a word about things like love, because it was easier to hope it would shrivel and die with distance and time.

"I know I'm being stupid." Leon pauses when McDavid interrupts, then huffs. "No, I am. Fuck, I really thought I'd get over it. Maybe I will. Eventually."

Don't you fucking dare, you piece of shit, Matthew wants to scream.

"Not sure I can, though." Leon swallows so loud Matthew can hear it. Then quieter, like he's not sure he's even allowed to admit it, he says, "I don't really want to."

He's still playing with Matthew's hair, occasionally dragging a finger over his bare shoulder or down his back, tracing imaginary lines across Matthew's flesh. Like he's something to be memorized and cherished.

They're both so fucking stupid. Matthew bites his lip and tries not to choke on the lump in his throat. Could be his heart, climbing right up and out of his mouth. He clings to the sheets with shaking hands.

"I'm not going to fuck up what he's got here," Leon says tiredly, voice thick with tension and pathetic resignation.

Leon's not here to drag him back. He wouldn't do that. So why is he here? Just to torture them both? Being with him doesn't feel like torture. It feels like winning. It feels like defiance and decadence and too much and not enough. It feels like what could have been and what could still be.

He didn't find Leon at that bar and bring him home out of pity, or nostalgia, one last fuck for old times sake. It was... it just was. Not an ending. Not some final goodbye. Proof maybe there could still be something. Getting over it was never an option, Matthew knew that well before he stepped onto the ice as a Panther and found himself staring Leon down all over again.

Matthew's vision is blurring. His eyes sting, warm and wet. There's blood pounding in his ears, and a hand clutching his heart, a vice around his lungs. He hardly remembers how to breathe.

He doesn't catch the rest of Leon's conversation, except something about meeting Connor back at the hotel tomorrow. Meaning he's staying the night, at least. He's staying.

When Leon hangs up the phone, Matthew finally comes up for air. He relaxes his shoulders, listening to the soft thump as Leon taps his phone against his forehead over and over. Then it clatters on the side table. Leon sighs, sniffs, and sinks back under the covers. He tucks right up against Matthew's back, still burning like a furnace, soft muscle and skin brushing Matthew's spine in all the right ways.

He throws an arm around Matthew and finds one of his hands, worming his fingers through the gaps to hold it. His palm is sweaty, not that it matters at all to Matthew. He can't help squeezing Leon's hand a little, but if Leon notices, he doesn't say a word.

Not until he's wrapped tight around Matthew, near suffocating, like any part of them that isn't touching is a sin.

"Love you," Leon mumbles, barely more than a whisper, pressing his lips right to the base of Matthew's neck. Matthew's body can't seem to decide whether to shiver or melt under the heat.

Leon says it like it's inevitable. Painful. Pitiful.

What he's saying is, I'm sorry I love you. I'm sorry I couldn't say it before. I'm sorry I don't know how to say it now. I'm sorry it's too late, it's the wrong place, the wrong time.

Like he doesn't think Matthew could ever understand. And that's the worst part of it all. They're still not on the same page. Tearing down what they never built.

If Leon's only brave enough to say it when Matthew's asleep, then Matthew will just have to be brave enough to say it in the light of day. He doesn't run, and he won't now that he knows he doesn't have to.

He stares into the night outside his window, listening to Leon breathe, feeling his heart beat through Matthew's chest like that's where it longs to be.

Tomorrow. Tomorrow maybe they can stop chasing time long enough to make the most of what they have. To make up for what they've wasted. And whatever happens after, well, maybe they can stop being afraid of that, too.

#hockey #mattdrai #matthew tkachuk #leon draisaitl #my writing #asks #i can take any prompt and shove angst into it just watch me #'mutual pining dumbasses who can't communicate' my beloved trope #i hope it's obvious this is happening during/right after the 2023 asg #i know 2020 was the sacred texts but I feel like we don't use 2023 for mattdrai purposes enough #poor connor always suffering through mattdrai bullshit #leon has a scrapbook full of pictures of matthew and will be like 'remember when my bf left me ;_;' and connor wants to jump off a bridge #'mini' fic they said. i don't think 1.6k is mini. it got away from me. but i have never been concise in my life why start now

[saphirdevil]

Heathcliff's longing...

#limbus company #project moon #lc heathcliff #fanart #xavi art #watching 1939 wuthering heights #had this image in my head #always a sucker for these type of prompts

[icezeebee]

This all comes from @dilatorywriting ‘s work please go check them out they’re awesome! I wanted to make something for their 4k special so I made a request and made up my mind to draw most of it.

#fanart for dilatorywriting #twisted wonderland #my art #digital illustration #digital art #digital drawing #twst fanart #twst x reader #leona kingscholar x reader #leona x reader #leona kingscholar #disney twisted wonderland #did you know that I choose to draw the same mc type as I did with the previous work #yep they’re the same person I like the idea that people will always find each other #i just started college this year so this took me forever to finish sorry about that hope it’s not too much of an issue that its #checks watch almost 2 months late?! #I know it gets overcrowded but I felt it was a disservice to get rid of the dialogue pieces #i recommend going to their page and reading the fic first #its in the 100 prompts section and as of now its the only leona one #anyways i hope this was worth your viewing time thank you #Sorry if there’s any spelling issues #also I was gonna draw a wedding scene from that one anon’s ask but I thought I couldn’t do it justice

[amethysts-prompts]

Prompt #231

“Get. Up,” Villain said. “You’ve suffered bigger wounds. And if you don’t get up, I’ll destroy anything that’s left of this world.”

Villain took a breath. “Please,” they said. “Please get up. Please don’t die on me.”

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Main blog: @amethystpath-writes

#prompts by dee #prompt #prompts #writing prompt #writing prompts #heroes and villains #hero #villain #hero x villain #hero x villain prompt #here to break hearts as always ;) #angst #angst prompt #I was watching SpongeBob while writing this post btw #the prompt isn’t inspired by SpongeBob #but I thought you’d like to know #was I right? :D #anywee #hm what other tags have we got in storage… #nah I think that might be it #oop #implied character death #or maybe they didn’t die #your choice #I wonder who is in the process of dying 😔 #lover? hero? some random bee that didn’t get beneath a leaf soon enough? #that last suggestion was dark. let’s pretend I didn’t say it. I like bees. bees are nice. I’m sorry Barry.

[weavingletters]

DP x DC prompt

Danny Phantom and Red Huntress are the only superheroes in the world. Amity Park gets well known worldwide due to its "most haunted town" status and it's heroes.

Something happens and Danny finds himself in the past. It takes him a while to figure out how to get back and he steps on a lot of butterflies along the way.

When Danny emerges back in his own time, the world is populated with superheroes and supervillains. Apparently there are metas now? And aliens?? And what do you mean no-ones heard of Amity Park or Phantom or Huntress? Where are the Fentons????

#dpxdc #fanfictionprompt #dpxdc prompt #dp x dc #fanfiction #fanfiction prompt #i finished watching loki and its slowly dissolving me #time shenanigans are always my favourite

[sea-buns]

i need a drawfee archive that's got every stupid funny moment documented in chronological, alphabetized order for when i spontaneously remember a really obscure bit that i need to find or else i'll explode. i need to be able to type an extremely vague description in a search bar and have it understand me completely.

#slight tangent but a part of me wants to learn how to edit comps just so i can make one of all their parody song bits #theyre so dumb and they bring me such joy #you could prolly get a 20 minute video thats JUST mr brightside references lol #anyway for context #i had a memory of someone drawing the same image twice pop into my head with no prompting whatsoever #all i could remember was that the colors were funky and the images were droopy?? and im 93% sure it was jacob #and it was too off the rails for me to easily link it to a specific challenge or thumbnail #all i knew is that it felt kinda recent so i spent like 20 minutes scrolling the timeline of every video starting 9 months ago #and i did find it! much easier to find when its within a year thank god. its from 'making art out of our worst spam emails' #specifically jacobs section. and id say the 20 minutes was worth it. the duplication and immediate fade in of the render will always send m #so ye go watch it if youve got nothing else to do. help me justify the time cost lol #drawfee #sea rambles

[spaceratprodigy]

*gulp* deacon/iris "please just kiss me" intimacy ask........ NYE party- (i am shot)

@oldworldwidgets — [ intimacy prompts ]

It's in the stars, it's been written in the scars on our hearts

We're not broken, just bent, and we can learn to love again

pose reference

#if u need me I'm gonna be on the floor thinking abt the doomed love of the disaster besties #aud.. aud my love my darling.. this little scene we crafted has been rotating nonstop in my brain for months #it has fundamentally ruined me #but it's so perfect it hurts so good I love seeing the lines blurring I love them not being able to get it right #struggling to communicate through the heartache *chefs kiss* #him.. him being the one to ask.. #I am unwell you are always sending me banger prompts my dear AND you always know how to help put my chaotic ramblings in the perfect words #OUGH miss aud oldworldwidgets I love you with my entire heart and soul you are such a ray of sunshine in my life #also I still have the other two intimacy prompts u sent me for them in my back pocket..... #I've had some ideas of how they can spend the night on the roof under the stars together...... #more on that later #ANYWAY #ilysm I am blowing you so many kisses rn #finally the people get to know who miss iris really kissed on new years eve on this fine day of *checks watch* valentine's day #(sorry nicky ✌😔 just bestie things u know how it is) #my art #sole survivor #fallout #fallout 4 #fo4 #deacon #deacon fallout 4 #deacon fo4 #oc x canon

[sysig]

Delusions (Patreon)

"Could I have your hand, sir?" Max didn't move, which Dexter was, sadly, getting used to.

"Sir?" Max jerked, then turned and stared at him, lost and blank. "Your hand, please."

Max's hand lifted shakily, and he laid it gently in Dexter's upturned palm. Dexter gave a quick and quiet "thank you," then turned it over in his own hand, observing him closely.

Too closely - his knuckles were rough and his fingernails were dull and cracked in places. His once-soft, not-a-day-in-his-life-subjected-to-hard-labour hands were now, already, toughened and split and scarred in places, especially the heel of his palm. He turned it over again, this time to stop looking so intensely. He had only wanted to give it a cursory glance to begin with.

"Do you know what I see, sir?" he asked as conversationally as he could manage, running his fingers along Max's abused flesh. He seemed to be at least half paying attention, his eye gazing down between them, and he'd occasionally twitch, encouragingly Dexter thought. He seemed to want to curl around him, then stopped and shook, his hand squeezing into a fist. Dexter coaxed him back out, encouraged him to hold himself lightly.

"What do you see?" He was almost startled by Max actually continuing their conversation, that happened so rarely now, shaking and quiet as it was. He took a deep breath, was he really going to do this?

"I see a hand, with five fingers." Max remained quiet, though his brow curled, and a guarded look came into his eye, though he still wasn't looking at Dexter. He felt a pang of guilt, but he had to try. "What do you see?"

Max's eye unfocused and began to water. He looked up, but not enough to reach Dexter's gaze in return, instead staring through his chest, and he felt just as hollow and empty as he must look to him.

"Do you take me for a fool, DAX?" Quiet and as close to angry as he'd heard since they'd been here.

No, not angry.

Betrayed.

He swallowed down the stinging lump at the back of his throat. He had to put on a brave face, had to keep his composure if he wanted Max to get better. That was the only thing he wanted, more than anything.

"Of course not, sir. Genuinely, what do you see?"

Max pulled his hand away and turned his body, his bandaged side facing Dexter. Shutting him out, pointedly. Dexter's empty hand curled into a fist, he was no better.

"Please, don't..." Max took a shallow, shuddering breath, and several beats before he spoke again, even quieter. "Don't ridicule me." Dexter could hear his breath catch, and he wanted nothing more than for this all to just stop.

"Sir, I didn't-"

"I've had enough of that." He shook his head stiffly, the action strange and wrong, like he had forgotten how. He stilled, his head turned even further away. "More than enough."

#Doodles #SCII #Helix #ZEX #Dexter Favin #And a drabble-fic under the cut #I ended up writing that the night after I read - I was a bit too inspired while busy so it's a little on the unfocused side haha #I would've cleaned it but I worry it wouldn't make it out of that stage! Please enjoy it for now <3 #This set is mostly periphery ideas - inspired by events rather than directly shown ♪ I suppose the first two kinda count tho #But they're more directly of the little scene I wrote ouò Poor ZEX </3 #And Dex! He's usually so capable! But he's stretching himself so thin ahh it's hard to watch in the best way #Of course he doesn't want to give ''Max'' over to just anyone - anyone at all really - both of their trusts have bottomed out #But how much could he reasonably care for him in that state? When he's still being actively haunted and most importantly - Not Max #He needs helps he needs support he needs to sleep and shower but a second with his eyes off Max and - then what? He'll immolate from fear #It's hard to imagine him crying but pushed to this extreme? To the thought of losing Max utterly and completely? Hhhhh #I do also just love him being possessive even outside of how terrible the situation is - he's always had his glimpses but this situation #Brings out the worst in him <3 In terrible ways #Really his method is just setting ''Max'' up nearby and prompting him over the sound of the shower like that's not nerve-wracking at all #Like he already doesn't answer half the time if that #As for the mini fic I was really interested in Dex's line about indulging ''Max's'' delusions #Apart from the fact that they're not delusions - not that anyone believes him outside of the Institute - what it means to indulge is weird #I saw one example of how to handle delusions that stuck with me - how not to deny them outright while also not reinforcing them #Since it's not actually helpful to be told ''That isn't Really happening to you'' when to you - to ZEX - it really is! How invalidating #And so rather to take the approach of ''I don't see/feel/hear what you are - I can't find any evidence of it myself'' and extrapolating #Dex taking the approach of ''What reality are you experiencing right now?'' and trying to build from there! #Unfortunately ZEX has already been treated like....well like all that - he's not in the mood for games even well-intentioned ones #He /knows/ he's in a human body. He can feel that and see that and understands that. It doesn't change who - what he /is/ #The idea of a completely broken ZEX is so sad to me :( He's so strong and prideful and vivacious - Max really is another him </3 #It's not the same but he was saved from death! To fall into torture... But even despite that I want to see him succeed! As much as he can #Even in that small and shaking way I want to see him be hateful and spiteful - angry. Powerful <3 Fighting ♥

[daydreamingwithcomfortcharacters]

Jason: Was I a person of interest?

Jason: Yes.

Jason: I’m a interesting person.

#incorrect dc quotes #its always sunny in philadelphia #reader insert #jason todd #red hood #batfamily #batgirl #batman #barbara gordon #oracle #robin #bruce wayne #red robin #NightWing #dick grayson #watching always sunny #really want to write #a fan fic #Of Jason but don’t know a good prompt so idk #I’m thinking something with #fluff #He needs a good hug #damian wayne

[skyshipper]

NICK & JUNE - THE HANDMAID'S TALE - SEASON ONE @usergif ONE YEAR CELEBRATION: SHUFFLE CHALLENGE DAY #2: BLENDING / RAINBOW PALETTE / LOVE

#usergif1year #nick x june #nickjunesource #the handmaids tale #thtedit #handmaidstaleedit #osblaine #osblaineedit #nick blaine #june osborne #jmstorm #max minghella #elisabeth moss #skyshipper gifs #it's been a while since i giffed these two #i realized with the prompt love that i don't really have an otp anymore #none of the shows i'm watching right now have a romance #these two were the only two i could think of for love #i'll always have a soft spot for season one of these two anyway

[deepwaterwritingprompts]

Text: The Latin Society passes around a strange watch, full of tiny moving stars instead of numbers. I despise them generally, secretive and pretentious, but am desperate to know what it measures.

#creative writing #writing prompts #dwp #watches #latin? #stuff ive read or watched recently always shows up in the prompts its just usually about anime and no one ever catches it