Ive Just Discovered Otp Prompt Makers And Ive Been Entertained For Hours

I’ve just discovered otp prompt makers and I’ve been entertained for hours

Vampires when they sip on your blood and catch extra strength Tylenol, at least two psychiatric meds, two cups of coffee, weed, and microplastics 

BRAINSCAN 1994 poster & cover

oh yeah pngs of the stickers I gave as freebies with the plush orders !! ot4 !!!

The convenient shirt rip bye

blurb that I intend to write out at some point.

tags/warnings: [this is so short so idk but just incase, reader has a thing for Danny, sexual tension, reader has the shining,idk how to space on mobile im sorry LMAO]

POV u get Danny Torrance to telekinetically get you a bag of Doritos while giving you sexy eyes. That’s it. That’s the plot.

“Boy wonder, you think you could, uh…”

She pounded her fist twice on the vending machine, metal spikes of her bracelet clanking against the plexiglass.

Danny rolled his eyes with a smirk but turned to the vending machine anyway, mentally shaking her prize free from the rusted coils after a moment of Intense staring.

“Thank you.”

She said as she fished the Doritos from behind the heavy hinged door of the machines receptacle, beaming as she offered him a chip. His shoulders shifted in silent amusement as he looked at her smiling face then the chip bag, sheepishly taking a Dorito.

“So uh, Abras coming soon right?”

Dan nodded.

“Yeah. After she gets here we can all go somewhere, how’s iHOP sound?”

If someone a month ago had told her she’d be going to iHOP with a gorgeous psychic and his even more psychic niece at 12 AM, she wouldn’t have believed them.

She winced, hoping he hadn’t heard the gorgeous part. If he did he hadn’t showed any reaction.

She was used to guarding her thoughts, a natural instinct afforded to the intuitive that she’d always chalked up as little more than paranoia. she wasn’t sure whether her mental security system was up to par to contain her psychic leakage from a mind reader. It wasn’t like she was used to being around telepaths. She appreciated Danny’s respect of her boundaries, that or his disinterest in her thoughts despite their volume ,either way it worked out favorably seeing as how she’d rather he not overhear her minds constant lament of him.

Sometimes though, she wished he knew, especially in moments like these where he seemed to , looking over her with a gaze that looked both hungry and tender, If such a thing was possible. He was full of impossibilities. His voice was gentle when he spoke next, tone afflicted with a sense of intimacy that blurred her vision enough to make the shine of his eyes seem dangerously close to adoration. “What’re you thinking about?” He shouldered the machine, leaning forward a touch, hands stuffed in the corduroy of his pockets. She noted they could probably switch clothes without much consequence, it was the Midwest and she’d always been a fan of grandpa sweaters.

She hummed, dusting the chip dust from her fingers. “Just stuff.” He didn’t pry, he never did. She wondered if he even needed to, how much of an open book was she, even subtracting her shine? From the distinct err of concern that clung to him (much like his cologne that made her want to sway forward, further into the orbit of his personal space) she doubted he’d caught wind. He watched her for a long moment and she allowed him, frozen by her fear of rejection to do much else but stare back. If she’d ever encountered such a thing as sexual tension, this was it.

He cleared his throat, rubbing his face, dispelling whatever shine spell had taken over the room. Now she really wanted to know what he’d been thinking, although she didn’t need her gift to know.