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uhmm…hi darlings…🥹✌🏽ive lowkey had this ask for like, 3 months now, so i apologize. im back. this is super shitty but that’s nothing new lmao…please enjoy and thank you SO much for the ask, i doubt i gave it justice but thank you for trusting me anyway…here goes! (also i know the prompt was winter…but i’m yearning for summer storms rn so i’m sorry…)

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Ringo Starr will plant himself on top of you and refuse to move for the rest of the night.

The second your home goes pitch black and your body shivers he’ll be climbing over you and settling there for warmth.

He’ll claim it’s more for himself “Quit moving, you’re keeping me warm, darlin” but you both know your slight aversion to thunder and harsh winds can keep you awake for ages – and his presence is a huge comfort to your fears.

Not only will he nuzzle his face into your neck, but he’ll also run his fingers along your scalp and down your neck just to relax you enough for sleep (or at least enough to ease your shaking)

Even in the darkness you can make out his frazzled brown hair hanging above you, flushed pink cheeks, and darling blue eyes (the color reminds you that clear skies are coming, and you feel your face heat with the stupidly soft thought. You tickle his ribs with chilly fingers instead of blurting out something embarrassing, watching as he yelps and twists away from your grasp)

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Paul will immediately be running around the house scrambling for solutions.

He’ll start up the fireplace, light candles, turn up the radio, stress about the milk going bad and – you’ll end up calming him down with a bundle of blankets wrapped around his shoulders and a warm hot chocolate.

The two of you will cuddle up on the couch (his face buried into your neck) and watch the rain pour. Paul will insist on double checking if the freezer is closed, and you’ll press a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth and brush his hair out of his worried, hazel eyes. “Sorry” he would tell you, all mumbly and quiet. You’d tell him there’s nothing to apologize for and hold him closer, smiling when his dark strands fall once more across his face.

He would insist on rubbing your arms up and down despite you being perfectly content and toasty “Love, your ears are like ice!” The second you jump from a thunder crash he’ll take your hand in his and press it to his hot chocolate stained lips.

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George will wake in the middle of the night to you shivering against his front.

He’ll complain about you feeling like an icicle before swaddling you securely in four blankets and grinning at your scrunched up face – pressing a cheeky kiss to your forehead.

He’s all talk about how “storms are relaxing!” until thunder booms especially close and he’s burrowing into your blanket cave, cuddling his skinny, ice cold calves against your own. When you finally start falling asleep he’ll mumble something daft in your ear and laugh when you kick his shin. He’d count the seconds from lightning strike to thunder and whisper the distance in your ear – all fascinated and young as his fingers trace your back absentmindedly.

When he starts to feel sleepy himself he’ll press a deep kiss to your cupid's bow and hush “love you…” under his breath, fluttering his eyelashes against your cheek as sleep takes over.

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John wouldn’t even properly rise during the storm.

He’d be tucked in close against your back, arms wrapped around your stomach as he exhales warm breaths and snores slightly in your ear.

You’d whisper his name once, twice, three times until a slurred – “Wah? Go back t’sleep.” — escapes his lips. After explaining the outage situation he’d just grumble and pull you closer. It’s only when you flinch from the thunder does he wake up thirty percent more, unusually soft and sweet as he insists you’re sound in his arms “I’m holding ya, aren’t I? Why wouldn’t cha be safe?”

Although half of what he slurs is nonsense, the rumble in his voice calms you down enough to stop fidgeting, and his thumb rubbing small circles against your hip gets your eyes to close. He’d press a long, warm kiss to the back of your neck, humming contently as you two fall back asleep.

He would deny everything in the morning and demand tea in bed.

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okay it’s over. bye. happy dreaming. thanks so much

I ABANDONED THIS ACCOUNT FOR A YEAR BUT I'M BACK AND I'VE COME WITH A PROOF READER WE ARE NOT RAW DOGGING POSTS ANYMORE !!!!!!!!!!!! I HOPE YOU'RE ALIVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! _ Two intelligent people would never fall in love. It was a stupid quote to Jason. How would you even measure intelligence? Also, he’s met plenty of smart people. You think they'd all fall in love with an idiot? He couldn’t imagine falling in love with someone who’d barely understand him.

But at 14, begging the ultimate detective to let him quit his life as Robin and attend high school, albeit Bruce chose a private academy, and locking eyes with you in a homeroom class…you made him feel like seeing all seven wonders of the world would be a bore compared to just staring at you.

When he scored at the top in both of yalls' classes that semester, tying with you, he saw a flame in your eyes. Like you needed to prove something. Not to anyone, but to yourself.

Jason was an asshole, though. Never meant to be, but his life before Bruce, his life at home, and who he could one day be, he never imagined he would want a civilian, especially when he convinced himself as a teenager that there’s no point obsessing over a girl he won’t see after he graduates. Even if you were the melody that replayed in his mind when he asked himself if he’s deserving of his place in life.

Snide remarks he made with the ones who left you alone at school, saying you tried too hard to make some friends, hoping maybe you’d be easier on yourself. Unaware, it only pushed you deeper into the trap of needing to succeed.

But when he missed a question one day on a science quiz when y'all were 15, and you were at the top again without him, he swore the smug grin on you could’ve convinced him to be a robin again. He wanted to see that smile every second. He wanted that smile to replay in his mind on his deathbed.

So, if he couldn’t man up to apologize, if he couldn’t find it in him to understand the excuse “I can’t be hers because of my bullshit” was a weaker “reasoning” than a toddler lies, he could at least force that smile out. He missed a question now and then, asked something stupid, pissed you off, anything, so when you won against him, that smile was branded into his mind and he could sleep peacefully that night. When you gave him a shit-eating grin as a valedictorian, he couldn’t have cared less. He got front row seats to one of the most beautiful souls he has yet to know.

You were hypnotic, from the way you spoke, to the way you held yourself, down to the way your leg bounced when you heard something exciting. He wanted to feel your breath on his skin, especially when the flowers in his chest bloomed when you saw him at Gotham University for the first time. You told him to eat shit, and Lord if you were the moon, he would’ve decided the sun isn’t even worth being outside for, if he couldn’t even get a glimpse of you.

"I would just feel bad if someone else in our class had to work with you. Least I know you,” he’d say, as if he hadn’t jumped at the idea of working on a group project with you. You’d roll your eyes, and for a second, he swore he saw your soul, and he knew that soul was a home. A home he wanted to take care of for you, if you’d ever let him. If he can man up for you.

When the library went empty, when the rest of the team went home because “you two got it”, since nobody in a group project can hold their weight, not that Jason minds, he caught you tired. He caught you opening up to him. He caught bits and pieces of the key he could weld together to open your lock.

And when “Eat shit, Jason” became “Hey Todd”, all the Lord heard every Sunday was a prayer that he wishes to become even more of a madman for you. When group projects became hanging out, when internship trips together turned into listening to you rant about whatever TV show made you go insane because of how “stupid” each person could be while y'all were in a shitty motel room, and your coworkers started recognizing him, Jason found Gotham to glow brighter night by night.

He almost begged you to come along with him for his summer plans. He wanted to introduce you to some of his friends at the beach, enjoy decent weather for once, and not the depressing fog Gotham was accustomed to. When everyone left though, and the jellyfish were little spots of light in the dark ocean, whispers of an apology left Jason’s lips for how he used to treat you, for not doing any of this sooner, and soon, were then slotted against yours. His worries, his anxieties, he was giving you everything you needed for his lock, if you ever wanted to create the key.

Rides to the beach on his bike became synonymous with apologies because, God, he’d rather lose you to a better man than even let a pout come to your face now that he’s committed, and promised, to never let you feel hurt again because of him. To atone for his childish and hurt mind as a teenager.

He saw you everywhere. In the stray kitten rubbing against his ankle, in the stained windows at church, in the gems encased in the jewelry you treasure dearly, and in the mirror, he saw a man you chose.

hmm it might just be me, but I never really got into the ao3 side of the fandom. I just never really explored it, sure I’ve heard a few stories here and there, but never took the chance to sit my toasty booty down an artificial fire and a steamy cup of cocoa for some fancy ao3. You know, if you have recommendations, I might look into a few, I love collecting what other fans make!!

you know who I am ;)

And was that…sparkling water hate?!

what if humans DID need dark energon but like, they have pretty violent reactions to it at first because it's essentially eating a full meal after going all your life slowly starving to death, and when you eat a lot after a period of malnutrition your body Doesn't like that and you feel TERRIBLE.

Hence why maybe in this idea Raf reacted to badly when he got the dark energon blast in s1 (i think idk its neen a bit)

Of course, he'd probably need incentive to come near the stuff again, so after he's gotten a taste his body is like, screaming at him that it's in starvation mode again, except its so much more apparent now. And one thing leads to another and when he does finally get to it again and consumes it because he can't function properly anymore otherwise, he feels.. fine. In fact, he feels much better now!

I would ask who you'd think would be the most down to try it first after him but I think we all already know who... idk if Miko would be a slight bit more apprehensive though because of what Raf went through or not

This could also apply to the spark eater au! thing in a way i think, except switch out dark energon for sparks. The humans feel much, much, worse (probably mentally too) before they start feeling better