#follower milestone prompts

[loucifersbitch]

Can I have some soft bucktommy smut pls and thank u

"How's that?" Tommy asked, pulling Buck's leg up and over his shoulder.

"So good, Tommy, fuck." Buck choked on a breath as Tommy bottomed out, hips flush against his ass, buried as deep as he could get.

Leaning forward, Tommy pressed a kiss to Buck's lips, pulling a wrecked groan from his chest as his body opened wider with the stretch of his leg.

"Tommy, move," Buck gasped. "P-please move."

"Okay," Tommy said, pulling out slowly until only the head of his dick was still inside. Buck whined high in his throat, and Tommy smirked before starting a slow, torturous push back in. "Like that?"

"Tommy," Buck complained.

"What, baby? Use your words," he said, keeping the same slow rhythm.

"Need you," he said, grabbing at Tommy's shoulders, biceps, ribs, everywhere he could reach. "Please, Tommy." He sounded so needy, but he couldn't find it in himself to care. He needed.

Holding him closer, Tommy set up a faster pace. "Sorry, baby. I've got you, I've got you."

Buck held on, satisfied in knowing Tommy would take care of him.

[lilac-hecox]

Last one. I swear! Canon Divergent where Anthony did win the Streamys and he uses that opportunity to announce his relationship with Ian. Au where Anthony and Mykie broke up in 2021 but still remained friends.

Ian/Anthony - Winner's Speech

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Anthony really didn’t think he’d win the Streamy. He was so sure that he wouldn’t win -not because he didn’t believe in his show, but because of the amount of insanely talented people he was up against- that he didn’t bother to rehearse the speech he had jotted down on an index card earlier in the week. He had written it, read it out loud to himself once in the mirror, his face red in embarrassment as he practiced, holding his brush as the trophy, like he was a teenaged beauty queen. When they were getting ready, he had tucked the index card into the interior pocket of his suit jacket.

Anthony is two and a half glasses of champagne deep when they announce the winner for show of the year. Ian is about the same and he smiles at Anthony. Under the safety of the table Ian’s hand finds Anthony’s knee, squeezing firm and protective.

“It’s going to be you,” Ian says, leaning in just a little, keeping enough space to avoid any suspicions. Ian’s eyes are so warm as he talks, his face just a little red from the alcohol.

Anthony longs to brush the stray strands of hair from Ian’s face, but they’re in the middle of a crowded awards show that’s being livestreamed, and it would be pure insanity to do such a thing now. Instead, he lets a hand drift under the table, settles it on top of Ian’s for a moment, returning the smile.

“I really don’t think so, but I appreciate your confidence in me,” Anthony says, rubbing his thumb over the back of Ian’s hand.

On stage MatPat is guiding the audience through collecting letters to spell out the winner’s show title. Ian and Anthony had looked when he first announced the rules, but they had nothing hidden at their table.

“Okay,” MatPat says, corralling the letter finders into a line on stage, “I think we got it. On the count of three I want you all to turn around so the audience can read the winner,” he instructs.

Ian snorts next to him, “This is so convoluted.”

Anthony nods, and though, like he said, he’s sure he’s not going to win, there’s still a nervous edge to his heartbeat, there is still a lingering hope somewhere in the pit of his stomach that is anxious to see what is spelled out with the black letter tiles on stage.

“One.”

“Good luck,” Ian whispers.

“Two.”

Ian smiles at him.

“Three.”

Ian quietly, barely, mouths three words to Anthony that mean everything in the world to him.

The assembled scavangers on stage turn, revealing their letters, the letters that spell out ‘I Spent A Day With’.

MatPat is on stage clapping, the audience breaks out in cheers. Anthony feels Ian’s hands on his shoulders, shaking him just a little in excitement.

“Oh my God!” Ale says, grabbing her phone and pointing it at Anthony.

“Where’s our man of the hour?” MatPat says from stage.

Anthony sees a camera pointed at their table and then Zoe is poking him in the side, grinning.

“Stand up,” she tells him.

Anthony stands on shaky legs, disbelief filling him.

Ian stands too and he’s excited, but he’s also aware of the crowd, the cameras, the audience watching from their devices, eyes focused on every little detail. Ian gives Anthony a quick hug, nothing that could be perceived as anything strange. He releases Anthony and nudges him towards the stage.

Anthony is grinning as he slides past tables full of creators who are clapping politely, some who pat his back as he passes them, as he makes his way to the stage where he and Ian had presented earlier in the night. Anthony makes it up the stairs and to the stage, passing by where the group has his show’s name spelt out in front of him.

MatPat offers his hand and Anthony shakes it. Then it’s all a blur of being handed an award, a Streamy, and he’s being put in front of a microphone.

Anthony stares out into the massive crowd, familiar faces, and strangers, the house lights so bright it’s hard to see properly. He’s waited for this moment for years. He feels pride well inside of him. Don’t fucking cry on stage. Anthony thinks. Through the lights and the chaos, his eyes seek out the one thing that never fails to calm him down.

Ian.

Ian sitting there in the audience, clapping for him, smiling so wide, looking so handsome in his emerald, green suit. Ian who believed that Anthony would win even when Anthony himself did not. Ian, his best friend. Ian, the very love of his entire life.

Anthony’s jotted down speech is long forgotten in his suit pocket, and he fumbles for what to say while on mic.

“I, wow, thank you,” Anthony says, “I, have a lot of people to thank. My team, my friends, everyone who lets me interview them, and trust me, I appreciate it and you all, but I honestly don’t think I would even be standing on this stage if it wasn’t for one person out there.” Anthony’s heart is beating so fast in his chest. His mouth spilling out words that he is only barely able to keep up with. He knows, he knows in his heart what he wants to say, and for a moment he closes his eyes, follows that gut instinct.

“Ian Hecox.”

Anthony sees the camera pan to Ian in the crowd. Ian is clearly taken aback, his eyes confused, but he’s smiling and clapping, and underneath Anthony can see the small amount of panic in Ian’s face that he’s hiding away.

“Everyone here knows…or should know that Ian’s been my best friend since I was twelve years old. I grew up with him. No one knows more about me than Ian. We split for six years, and then reunited.”

The crowd applause, Anthony earned some whistles. He can’t stop the huge smile on his face. He can feel the support in the room. The camera pans between his face on stage and Ian in the audience, Ian watching in slight wonderment, waiting to see what Anthony will say.

“He’s more than just my best friend. He’s the most important person in my life. So, there is no one I would like to dedicate this award to more than my wonderful, handsome, amazing boyfriend Ian Hecox.”

Anthony feels tears prick at the corners of his eyes and he quickly wipes them away with his sleeve before he hefts the Streamy up over his head, like a victor with their trophy. The crowd around them is quiet for a second before it erupts in laughter, in cheers, in applause.

The camera is on Ian and he’s stunned, biting back a smile, ducking his head, his face pink.

“So, thank you. This is for you, Ian. I love you,” Anthony says. He gives an awkward bow at the mic and MatPat is there to pull him into a hug as the music plays to transition him off the stage.

“Wow, bud,” MatPat whispers into his ear, “I’m willing to bet you’re going viral right about now.”

Anthony glances out at the crowd, at Ian, before he turns and heads off stage to re-take his seat.

“He’s worth it.”

Backstage they take a photo of Anthony holding his Streamy award before they send him back to his table during a ‘commercial break’. Again, people in the crowd pat his arm, his back, give big smiles, yell congratulations, only a few of them whisper and point, but Anthony pays them no mind.

He finds his table, he finds Ian. Ale and Zoe pull him into a tight hug before Anthony turns to face Ian. He really isn’t sure how Ian might feel. They had talked about being out in the past, and Ian seemed open to it if Anthony was, it was always just that Anthony was too afraid, wasn’t ready, had every excuse in the book to not go through with admitting that between the past and the present their dynamic had taken on a new and romantic form, and that Anthony couldn’t be happier about it.

“Are you pissed?” Anthony asks, as he takes his seat, setting the award on the table between them.

Ian’s mouth is a flat line, but he shakes his head, “No, not pissed. I’m surprised as fuck.”

Anthony shrugs. “I didn’t want to pretend anymore. I wanted everyone to know exactly what you mean to me.”

“You fucking sap,” Ian says fondly. He takes Anthony’s hand, not under the table this time, but on top of it. Their fingers laced together atop the pristine tablecloth. “You do realize this is going to blow up and it’s all people are going to talk about?”

“I’m sure Twitter and Tumblr are aflame right about now,” Anthony says with a laugh, “as long as you aren’t mad at me for publicly outing us then I don’t really care what anyone else thinks.”

He’s spent too long doing that, too long caring what others would say, would think, would write. When all along the only person whose opinion he should have cared about was right in front of him.

“I know you hate PDA,” Anthony begins, “but the Streamy award winner would really like to kiss his boyfriend right about now.”

Ian smiles, huffs out a laugh. He glances around and there are eyes on them. He sighs.

“God, consider yourself lucky that I love you,” Ian says before he leans in, Anthony meets him half-way and they kiss, light and sweet over the table. Anthony can feel Ian’s smile against his lips.

[breannasfluff]

using my own prompt-💥😅👍- for uh. I think it would be funny for DPxDC, Jack Fenton and Bruce Wayne. Yeah

“Hey! It’s Batman! Hi Batty!”

Bruce has seen a lot of strange things in life. He’s been to a lot of weird places. He’s friends with the Justice League. He’s adopted multiple kids who made it their life mission to give him gray hair early. 

Bruce has seen a lot of strange things in life. But this? This is going in the top 10. 

There’s a stranger in a bright orange jumpsuit in the middle of the Batcave. There’s no indication on how he got down here, but he’s got a futuristic gun on his back and metal gloves on. 

Bruce settles into a defensive crouch, scanning the rest of the cave. Why did none of the alarms go off? Where’s the rest of the team? 

“Batman! Hey! Hey Batty! Batty-man!” 

“What do you want,” he growls.

“I’m looking for a ghost! Chased the spook down here but he vanished. Wait, are you a ghost?”

Oh no. Bruce does not like the maniacal gleam in his eye. 

“Prepare to be wasted by the best ghost hunter, Jack Fenton!” The gun is level in his direction.

Before Bruce has a chance to jump out of the way it fires. Something glowing and green shoots toward him. He has a split second of guilt that his family will find his corpse like this before the blast hits. 

Green explodes around him. With it comes radio static that whites out everything else. Below it is the wail of departed souls, just barely on the edge of hearing. The explosion is all cold fire; no heat.

It also doesn’t hurt.

The green fades away and Bruce stands in the same spot, not reduced to a smoking pile of ash. What. Just. Happened.

Jack leans the gun on his shoulder and rubs his head sheepishly. “Huh, I guess you aren’t a ghost. My bad, Batty-man!”

Bruce is still stuck in limbo, adrenaline past its limit and onto the next. “You just shot me.”

“Yeah, but you aren’t a ghost. It’s fine!”

“You hit Batman.”

“It’s cool!” Jack gives him a thumbs up and a big grin.

Bruce growls, storming forward. Jack stays where he is; smile barely fading as his gun is yanked away. “You. Start talking.”

Rather than be cowed, Jack’s eyes nearly sparkle. “Oh man, just think if Batman uses Fenton tech! Think of what we could do with more funding! And look at the cool stuff in this cave! I bet I could rig that dinosaur into a robot to fight ghosts! And that penny could smash ghosts! And that–”

Bruce tunes him out before he strangles the man with his bare hands. Batman doesn’t kill people. But man, this guy sure is tempting. 

The elevator door pings as it reaches the Batcave and Alfred steps out.

“Ghost!” Jack whips out another gun–where was he storing that?!--and shoots at Alfred.

The butler freezes as the blast hits and harmlessly dissipates. 

Bruce turns to Jack. “Stop shooting people!”

Maybe he can knock the idiot out. Before someone gets hurt.

As a treat.

Prompt list

[heartorbit]

i would advise against sneaking a bunch of silly billies into your castle

[lovelynim]

happy 1k followers!!!

can i request ler dan heng, lee caelus and feet as the spot?

I love you content and your fics, congrats again ~~~

Heheh, thank you, anon!!

When I saw this, I couldn't help but remember this master piece from @fluffy-ami

So... yeah, I hope you like it and that he doesn't sue me for writing something off her drawing

Dan Heng sighed, ignoring the third kick against his shoulder in less than 30 seconds. Not like it hurt anyway. “I told you, turn it off.” He muttered, coldly and uninterested, while one of his hands kept a firm grip around Caelus’s ankle and the other mindlessly tickled his socked sole, fingers scribbling and scratching up to his toes and down to his heel, over and over.

But despite the clear and simple order, Caelus didn’t seem so eager to cooperate. He tightly held onto his precious phone, taking an extra level of care to not turn it off or close his game accidentally. “D-Dan Heng! Ahahahah, p-plehease! EHEhehe, givehehe me a sehehecond!” He pleaded, knowing there was just one more Abyss’ room to clear.

“Just put your phone down,” Dan Heng insisted, refusing to even peek at the other. Hearing those giggles was more than enough to let him know his tactics were working. “Tell me you’ll go to sleep and I’ll stop,” he added, continuing the tickling as he knew Caelus wasn’t going to give up his game so easily.

[mistresslrigtar]

This journey has come to an end and it was so much fun. I want to thank everyone who sent me song prompts! I listened to a couple of genres I wouldn't normally and working on these stories really helped me stretch myself as an author and work on honing some skills.

Below are links to the series and all the stories and the songs that inspired them! Enjoy!

A Musical Journey - writing challenge prompts

Lost Without You inspired by You Don't Know Me by Michael Buble prompt from @abbyz-elda

Remember inspired by When Legends Rise by Godsmack and Fallen Angel by Three Days Grace prompt from @daemosdaen

Bad Poetry and Sappy Love Letters inspired by Bringing Back the Sunshine by Blake Shelton prompt from @cjracingpnf

I'll Hold You Steadfast inspired by Believe by Mumford & Sons prompt from @pelicanpig

Wedding Showers inspired by Thunder by BOYS LIKE GIRLS prompt from @mailrebel

The Bawdy Bard (Pulicose Link of Pronken!) inspired by Perform This Way by Weird Al prompt from @drsteggy

Second Chance inspired by You Only Live Once by The Strokes prompt from @bahbahhh

Message in a Bottle inspired by Fool's Errand by Fleet Foxes prompt from @hyylia

Echoes of Loneliness inspired by Caught Up in You by 38 Special and Love is a Long Road by Tom Petty prompt from @raurusthirdeye

Silent Scream inspired by Master of Puppets by Metallica prompt from @raccoonfiend95

Coming Undone inspired by Crowded Table by The Highwomen prompt from @hurricane105

The Hero and the Priestess inspired by The Mystic's Dream by Loreena McKennitt prompt from angelica_incarnte

[a-leg-without-fear]

Requests

here's a compilation post of all of the coffee shop requests i've answered!!! hope y'all enjoy :)

🩸= set in the NFW universe, in which the reader is a blood bender born in 1905 🔥= SMUT 18+ 🌧️= angst 🪻= fluff

Daredevil/Michael Kinsella

The One with Hocus Pocus 🪻

The One with Coffee 🪻

The One with the Stitches 🌧️

The One with the Sock Fight 🪻

The One with Saltines 🌧️🔥

The One with the Drawing 🪻

The One with Music 🪻

The One in the Office 🔥

The One with the Fight 🌧️

The One with the Monster 🌧️

The One with the Boobs 🪻

The One with Shakespeare🪻🔥

Wolverine

The One with the Whale🩸🪻

The One with the Monster 🌧️

[impishtubist]

Prompt: Three times Sirius almost murdered someone in public over his fame and one time he tried to use his fame to his advantage (and failed) - bonus points if he was trying to bone someone😬

So, confession time: I actually started writing this prompt when you first gave it to me, without the boning part, so now I feel weird that the "failed" portion of the ficlet involves a child and does not involve boning 🤣

That being said, I think that someone *cough cough* could write a 5 + 1 ficlet about Sirius trying to get laid, and he fails 5 times because no one is impressed with his fame, and succeeds once because, idk, Kingsley is more famous than he is. ANYWAY. Here is your fic. It's very dumb and unedited. Enjoy.

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“Mr. Black!”

“Lord Black!”

Shit. Sirius shoves his list into his pocket and pops the collar of his coat in an effort to shield most of his face from the cameras. He’d purposely come to Diagon at ass-o’clock on a Sunday, hoping to get his shopping out of the way before the crowds arrived. He’d managed to get gifts for everyone on his list, too, except for Harry.

Harry is the one he always has the hardest time shopping for, because the gifts have to be perfect. He accepts nothing less for his son. 

And now the paparazzi have spotted him, which means that he has to put off shopping for Harry until another day. He briefly contemplates setting the street (and the reporters) on fire as a distraction, but that would only draw more attention.

Instead, he ducks down an alley and Apparates home.

---

Harry glances over his shoulder, and quickly pales. “Uh, Sirius…”

“Don’t tell me,” Sirius sighs.

“Yeah.”

“We’ve in the fucking Maldives.” 

“They have reporters in the Maldives.”

Sirius glares at him, and Harry gives him an innocent smile. “They’re here for you, too, Potter.”

“I didn’t get voted Sexiest Wizard Alive by Witch Weekly this year. They’re here for you.” 

Sirius twirls his wand between his fingers, eyeing the approaching reporters warily. “Do you think I can transform them all into rabbits?”

“I don’t think Remus will bail you out of jail again. Aunt Andy said she wouldn’t, either.”

“Kingsley might.”

“Yeah, because he’s asked you to marry him three times and you keep turning him down. He’d do anything for you.”

“He would, wouldn’t he?”

Harry’s nose wrinkles. “Gross, Sirius.”

Sirius winks. “It’s the Black charm, Harry.”

“Yeah, well, can the Black charm get us out of here unnoticed and without any murder? I want some lunch.” 

---

Sirius steps into Remus’s office, and the whole room falls silent, sixteen pairs of eyes staring at him in astonishment.

“Er,” he says eloquently, “hello.”

Pandemonium breaks out after that, students clamoring for his autograph and his photograph and wanting to shake his hand. If he’d known that Remus held office hours at six o’clock on a Thursday of all days, he wouldn’t have stopped by to visit his friend after the Board of Governors meeting let out. 

“I’m going to kill you,” he mutters under his breath at one point, while three awestruck first-years try to get his attention. 

“No, you won’t,” Remus says cheerfully. “You need your best man intact for the wedding.”

---

“Mummy, I can’t see!” 

“Shh, darling.”

“But I can’t. He’s too tall.”

“Here, Melinda, why don’t you sit on Mama’s lap? That will help you be taller, won’t it?”

There’s some shuffling, and then a huff. “I still can’t see.”

Sirius can’t help it. Curious, he twists around in his seat to find a young girl glaring at him. She can’t be older than Lily Luna, and she’s dressed in a frilly princess dress for the show. Her mothers gape at him.

“Oh!” the one holding Melinda exclaims. “Oh, Lord Black, I am so sorry--”

“It’s quite alright,” he says, giving Melinda the patented and dazzling Black smile. She remains unmoved. “I am very tall, aren’t I?”

“I wanna see the dancing,” Melinda pouts.

“Why don’t we switch?” Kingsley suggests, and he swaps seats with Sirius. 

“You’re too tall, too,” Melinda informs him. “Mummy, can I sit on your shoulders?”

“No, baby, I don’t think the theater would like that very much.”

“But how am I supposed to see Clara?” Melinda demands. “And the dancing?” 

“We’ll switch seats with you,” Sirius says, and both of Melinda’s mothers look mortified.

“Oh, no, Lord Black--”

“We couldn’t possibly--”

“I insist,” he says, getting up, and Kingsley follows him. The two women get up after a moment’s hesitation and take their seats, Melinda on one lap. “Is that better, my lady?”

“Yes,” Melinda says, not sparing him a glance. 

“Melinda,” one of her mothers scolds. “What do we say?”

Melinda turns around to look at Sirius. “What’s your name?”

“Sirius.”

Her nose wrinkles. “That’s a funny name.”

“Melinda!”

“Thank you, Sirius,” Melinda says primly, and then she turns around again, Sirius utterly forgotten.

Her mothers are bright red. Sirius leans forward.

“My granddaughter is five,” he says to them. “I've never been so humbled in my life.”

[abbyz-elda]

I’m only 5 followers away from reaching 100 followers!!

If I get to 100, I’ll be accepting prompts from my followers for 100 word drabbles to be posted both here and on Ao3, so if you’re interested, start thinking about those prompts!

Super excited for this big milestone!

[loucifersbitch]

JULES MY BELOVED CONGRATULATIONS ON THE MILESTONE!!!

Can I have Bucktommy + marriage proposal please and thank you!! 🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵

uhh so this got away from me a bit 😅 i hope it's okay!

Tommy had barely walked through the bay doors of the 118 when he was accosted by Eddie and Howie.

"Uhh, hey guys. What's up?"

"How's it going, Tommy?" Howie asked, steering him toward the far loft stairs in a maneuver about as subtle as a Halligan to the face.

"Yeah, man, how you been?" Eddie added, his tone of voice just slightly too high.

Feeling more suspicious by the second, Tommy answered, "Um, fine? What's going on? Where's Evan? He left me a message to meet him here at the end of my shift."

"He's upstairs," Bobby said from the side door as he walked in behind them, joining their seemingly-growing posse.

"Oh-kay?" he said, now even more confused.

He began to climb the stairs up to the loft and spotted Hen at the top, shaking her head fondly. Tommy looked over his shoulder to see the three men following him up the stairs like giddy ducklings.

When he reached the landing, he quietly asked Hen, "What the hell is going on?"

"You'll see," she smiled, her eyes sparkling with whatever secret they were all barely keeping contained.

"Great," he breathed. Making his way past the sitting area, he finally spotted Evan near the kitchen. "Evan, what's -?" he stopped short.

"Hey, Tommy," he said softly, his face lighting up as it always did when Tommy arrived. However, there were a few differences in Evan's appearance that Tommy hadn't expected. His hair was curly as ever, if slightly more tame, and instead of his work uniform, he was in a suit. It was clearly new, a light gray that fit every inch of him perfectly, the burnt orange tie and pocket square bringing out the blue of his eyes.

As he took in more of his surroundings, he noticed the matching burnt orange decor around the firehouse loft and the flowers placed here and there.

"Ev, what is all this?" he asked as Evan continued walking toward him with determination.

Evan bit his lip, then began, "For most of my life, I've been searching for something. It felt like some part of me was missing or locked away, and I couldn't figure out what it was. I traveled all across the country - even went down to Peru - before ending up here. I felt at home here, and I built a family," he paused to look at the group standing silently behind them, far enough away to give them a little privacy. "I thought I had everything I needed, and yet I still didn't feel settled. I wasn't at ease. But then," he grabbed Tommy's hand in his own, "some lunatic with a pilot's license flew into a hurricane to help save my family. And even when it was over, I couldn't stop thinking about him." Tommy felt his cheeks color remembering their early days. "It was a bit of a rocky start," Evan chuckled, "but he gave me a second chance. And then a third. And he just kept giving me chances. He never gave up on me, even when I thought for sure I'd finally chased him away. He stayed. He showed up." Evan took a breath, licked his lips, and continued, "You always show up for me, Tommy. Whenever I need, whatever I need, you're there. Every single day you show me what it means to be cared for and loved unconditionally. You opened my eyes to that thing I'd been searching for. I'm finally settled. So," he said, easily dropping down to one knee and pulling a velvet box from the inside pocket of his jacket, "Tommy -"

"Evan," Tommy's voice broke as he took a shaky breath.

"Tommy," Evan pressed on, smiling, "will you marry me?"

Tommy was nodding before Evan had even finished the question. He let out a wet laugh, then said, "Yeah. Yes, Evan. I'll marry you."

Evan stood up to pull him into a kiss, neither of them able to stop smiling long enough to kiss properly. A whoop followed by whistling and clapping started up behind them, and they broke apart to laugh at the absurdity. They turned to look at everyone - Evan's family, their family - and were immediately enveloped in a group hug. Hen stood back for a moment, typing something on her phone before pocketing it and joining the rest of them.

"Sent the video to everyone else," she explained. "Maddie said she'd kill me and Chim and probably Buck if she didn't get to see it right away."

"I'm pretty sure that was a promise," Howie added.

Bobby nodded and said, "Athena also threatened bodily harm to anyone who kept it from her."

"So where's the ring?" Eddie asked.

"The - oh, right!" Evan said, still clutching the box in his hand. He opened it, revealing a black band with a gold inlay. "It's tungsten," he explained, slipping it out of the box and onto Tommy's ring finger. "It's durable, but we'll need to get silicone rings for on the job."

"Evan, it's beautiful," Tommy said, holding his hand up to see how the gold glinted in the light.

Eddie cleared his throat, and Evan rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, yeah, I had some help," he admitted, and Eddie gave a ridiculous bow.

"Thank you," Tommy said, turning to Evan and kissing him properly, everyone else backing away.

"Alright, that's enough man love for one day," Hen said. "No offense boys, but I'm going to go home and kiss my wife."

Before she could get too far, Tommy pulled her into a crushing hug. "Thank you," he said sincerely. If it hadn't been for Hen's gut instinct that something was wrong during the hurricane, he probably never would've met Evan.

"Be good to him," she said, squeezing back, "or I'll revoke your movie night privileges."

"You wouldn't!" he said, aghast.

She only raised an eyebrow and gave him a look that said she was serious.

As soon as she left his embrace for Evan's, Howie grabbed him, forcing a quiet oof out of his lungs.

"Welcome to the family, brother-in-law," he said. "Jee wants to do your nails for the wedding, by the way."

Tommy laughed, "I think that's fair since her dad is the reason I'm alive. Plus she's the only one I trust to do it right."

"Deal." Howie patted him once more on the back before following Hen down to the locker room.

Bobby shook his hand and pulled him into a hug. "I'm not going to tell you to take care of him because I already know you will. But make sure he takes care of you, too, okay? Be good to each other."

"Of course."

~***~

Later that evening as they were getting ready for bed, Tommy couldn't help staring at his left hand.

"Do you want an engagement ring, too?" he asked as Evan crawled in next to him. "Doesn't seem right if I have one but you don't."

"Sure," Evan said with a yawn. "We can go look tomorrow, okay? Or whenever. No rush."

"Yeah, no rush," Tommy said, pulling Evan close and kissing the top of his head.

[lilac-hecox]

I want drama. Can I have Shayne and Ian in the middle of getting spicy, just right about the moment of them taking off each other's shirts but nothing too far, and Anthony walking in on them

And Anthony doesn't react well at all and he's pissed off and screaming at both of them and when Ian gets Anthony alone to confront him and ask why he's acting like an asshole , Anthony kisses Ian violently

The ending is up to you 😘

Shayne/Ian + Ian/Anthony - Knock

Shayne presses Ian against the front of his own desk.

Ian takes the hint and scoots backwards, perches himself on the edge of his desk, his legs parted enough for Shayne to slide in-between the open space. Ian instantly tightens his legs around Shayne’s hips, drawing Shayne closer. Ian rolls his hips against Shayne’s, grinding their crotches together. Shayne moans against Ian’s mouth, his hands sliding down Ian’s back to cup his hips, squeezing gently. “You’re wearing too many clothes,” Shayne breathes as he breaks the kiss, bites gently at Ian’s neck, sucking just a little, not hard enough to leave a mark because there are videos to be filmed.  Shayne’s hands grab at the bottom of Ian’s shirt, and he starts to tug upwards, starts to peel the white t-shirt off Ian’s body. Ian puts his hands in the air and lets Shayne strip him of his shirt, tossing it on the floor at Shayne’s feet. Shayne leans in, lets his mouth trail kisses from Ian’s neck to his chest, his mouth sliding lower to suck one of Ian’s nipples into his mouth. Ian moans, arches into the touch of Shayne’s hot mouth, his wet tongue. Ian’s hand goes to the back of Shayne’s head, his fingers ruffling through Shayne’s soft blonde hair.

Shayne bites a little at Ian’s nipple before he pulls back and blows cool air gently over Ian’s nipple, watching the dusty pink pebble up. Ian’s hands find Shayne’s face, cupping his jaw and tugging him upwards so their mouths can connect. It’s wet and frantic kissing. One of Ian’s hands finds the bottom of Shayne’s shirt and he tugs, one handed, impatiently. Shayne smiles against Ian’s mouth and pulls back enough to grab his own shirt, tugging it off and throwing it to join Ian’s on the floor. He moves back into Ian’s reach and Ian’s fingers trace patterns down his shoulders, the plane of his back, skate down his waist to his hips.

“God, Shayne,” Ian breathes against his lips. He counts himself as lucky to have someone like Shayne, blonde, buff, hilarious, not only look his way but be attracted to him, to want Ian as much as Ian wants him. Ian can feel Shayne’s gentle smile against his mouth.

They’re still kissing when the door to Ian’s office opens. Really, it’s their own fault for not double checking that either one of them had locked it. Shayne had pinned Ian against it when they first entered the room, things progressing where they were now, with Ian perched on the desk, both shirtless, Shayne between Ian’s parted (and thankfully clothed) legs.

Anthony lets the door swing shut behind him and he stands there gaping at the two of them. Shayne takes a step back, away from Ian, but there is really no talking their way out of this or claiming it as a misunderstanding. Shayne runs a hand through his hair and Ian slides off his desk.

“What the fuck?!” Anthony says, his voice harsh in the quiet of the room. His face is a mix of shock and something that Ian can’t really register.

Ian feels Shayne press his t-shirt into his hands and Ian quickly slides it over his head. This certainly was not the way he wanted Anthony to find out about his and Shayne’s…whatever it was the two of them were doing. Neither wanted to put a label on it, it was fun, it was sweet, exhilarating and had been private up until this moment.

Ian feels a little like Icarus. He was too greedy, flew too close to the sun, wanted Shayne while they were at work. It was like he was just asking to get caught. He feels his face redden and he can see Shayne slipping on his own shirt.

“I’m sorry you walked in on that,” Ian says, running a hand through his hair as he glances from Shayne to Anthony. He can still taste Shayne on his lips, his body is still uncomfortably hot, begging for Shayne’s touch. “my office door was closed you…you could of knocked.”

“Like I thought you were in here about to fuck on your desk!” Anthony spits, “Ian, this is unbelievable. He’s an employee.”

“It’s not like that,” Shayne says, stepping closer to the two of them.

Anthony’s eyes flick up to Shayne and he’s got this look of anger on his face that Ian hasn’t seen in six years. Was their reunion going to end before it had even really started?

“You stay out of it!” Anthony snaps at Shayne.

Shayne has a wounded look on his face, the pain evident. Ian steps closer and lays a hand on Shayne’s shoulder, meant to be comforting, but he sees Anthony narrow his eyes.

“Back the fuck off of Shayne. You know you’re pissed at me and not him,” Ian says.

“Yeah,” Anthony says sharply, nodding his head, “you’re right. I am pissed at you. I’m pissed you were keeping a secret. I’m pissed you’re hooking up with one of our employees. I’m pissed you didn’t trust me enough to fucking tell me you were seeing someone even if it is Shayne.”

Anthony looks like he has more he wants to say, but then his jaw is clenching tight, and Ian feels nerves and anger of his own flash in his stomach.

“I- “Shayne says, “I should go.” He glances at Ian and brushes past Anthony as he makes his way to the office door.

“Shayne- “Ian says.

At the same time Anthony says, “Yeah, you really should.”

Shayne sighs and slips out of the office door, closing it behind him. Anthony turns from the door, where he had watched Shayne exit and his gaze focuses on Ian. He’s angry, his fists clenched, jaw tight, glowering at Ian.

“I get why you’re upset,” Ian says, “but don’t take this shit out on Shayne. He didn’t do anything wrong.”

“Stop defending him!” Anthony says, his tone nasty, “he’s not some innocent kid. He’s an active participant.”

“Listen, I know you just signed back on to own the company, but Smosh doesn’t have an official rule against dating co-workers. We had a couple of people in the past that- “

“I don’t give a shit that he’s an employee,” Anthony says, his voice weaker than before, like a fire that is beginning to die down.

Ian quirks an eyebrow and folds his arms in front of him across his chest, “Really, could have fooled me. Why are you pissed then? Because you bust in here acting like a complete asshole and screaming at us.”

“I’m pissed- “Anthony bites his lip, letting his eyes slip closed, “I’m fucking pissed because he was kissing you. Okay?”

“What?” Ian asks. He’s confused by what Anthony means. If it’s not about Shayne being their employee, why would he give a shit who Ian is kissing?

“I’m jealous,” Anthony admits, his voice going low.

Ian’s heart quickens in his chest. Jealous? “Anthony, I don’t- “

Ian’s words are cut off because then Anthony closes the space between them, and Anthony is cupping his jaw, Anthony is kissing him fierce, hungry, like he’s poisoned, and Ian’s mouth is the antidote he needs to live.

Ian freezes in surprise, before he kisses back, some part of him deep down knowing that he’s always wondered what it might be like to kiss Anthony for real. In a way that wasn’t meant to make anyone laugh.

Anthony’s hands touch Ian’s hips and it reminds Ian of Shayne. Ian steps back, breaking the kiss between them, the buzz he feels under the surface of his skin like he’s on fire.

Anthony is panting a little, his brown eyes so dark and wide. His face begins to flush, pink crawling up the expanse of his cheeks.

“I’m…fuck, I’m sorry,” Anthony mumbles.

“I…” Ian opens and closes his mouth. He doesn’t know what to say. Why didn’t this happen sooner? Why not back then? Before Anthony left? Before Shayne became something more than just a friend to Ian? Why did Anthony or fate decide to fuck with him right now? Now when he was happy and things were good, he felt like he was stable.

“Don’t,” Anthony says, he’s looking at the ground, their feet, like he’s afraid to meet Ian’s eyes. “I don’t want to hear it.”

Ian feels a fine line crack through the space of his heart, a line of pain for what could have been, maybe what should have been, maybe a missed chance, maybe a blown opportunity.

“I’m sorry,” Ian says. Though there are a million other words in the silence between them, and Ian knows Anthony picks up on each one. “I really am.”

Anthony nods, but Ian doesn’t miss the pain there. Anthony turns away and it reminds Ian of when he left, when he had gone for what felt like good.

Would he go again? Could he?

“I’ll…I’ll be sure to knock next time,” Anthony says, his back to Ian and his hand on the doorknob. “Good night, Ian.”

Ian doesn’t stop him from leaving.

“Good night, Anthony.”

The door opens, closes. Ian sighs. He grabs his phone off of his desk and opens it to text Shayne.

[breannasfluff]

For the prompt list: maybe “hair care” with Wild and Warriors?

“Wild! Get back here!” Warriors chases the errant hero, waving a brush. “You’ve got half a bush in your hair and I’m pretty sure I saw a bug in there!”

Laughing, Wild swings himself up into a tree. “I’m going for a rugged look.”

“You're going for a rats nest if you keep this up. Do you want Twi to cut out tangles with a dagger?”

Wild heaves a sigh, but drops out of the tree. “Fine, get it over with then.”

Warriors squints at him, but sits down behind him and starts untangling the mess. “You have an actual stick in here.”

“I was saving it for later.”

The hero doesn’t respond, just flips away leaves. The sound of crickets fill the air and, far away, comes Wind’s laughter with the others.”

“You know,” Warriors says, softer, “you could cut your hair if it bothers you.”

Wild shakes his head, causing the hair to tug. “My hair was shorter in my memories. I like it long like this. It’s mine.”

The brush against his head doesn’t yank as expected. Warriors goes slow, working from the ends up and holding it so it doesn’t rip. His hair is naturally silky, at least, letting go of the tangles quickly.

Soon it’s a smooth brush from scalp to ends and Wild closes his eyes, relaxing into the feeling. “Thanks, Wars.”

“Any time, my friend.”

[thekitsunesiren]

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1,000 followers! 1,000!? I can't thank all of my followers enough and all those who continue to follow me! I promise to do my best to continue to write more prompts. I might even start branching out to other fandoms as well. I'm still thinking of what to do for this milestone. Possibly a poll for you guys to decide?

And since I have 1,000 followers, I think I should do an about me for those who are knew around here lol.

Anyway! About me!

Hello, everyone! I am the Kitsune Siren! You're free to call me Kitsune, Kit, Siren or Jay. I am a 23 year old African American female (she/her) who is also aroace! My favorite hobbies include listening to music, writing (of course), and cooking! My favorite color is the many shades of blue! I listen to all types of music, but the song currently in my head is Spicy Margarita by Jason Derulo and Michael Bublé. But when it comes to artists, I'll say that my favorites are JVKE, Jake Daniels, CG5, The Stupendium, OR3O, and Melanie Martinez!

Currently I'm obsessing over several webcomics and manhwa's. I'll read those forever XD

I've been on tumblr forever! And I've seen it change a lot.

I've taken up to doing writing commissions that you could learn about here. They're for fandoms that I am in. And there might be a few that I'll learn about to write about.

I write all of these prompts on tumblr, but the majority of them (dc x dp specifically) have their own little booklet on ao3 which you could see here. I'll work more on trying to post there as well.

I'm also a descriptive roleplayer. I rp on Discord and on a site called RpNation under the name: The Kitsune Siren.

As for fandoms I'm in, I'll give you a gist of a wide majority.

I am in these fandoms:

Anime:

Sailor Moon

Saiki K.

Overlord

That Time I Got Reincarnated As A Slime

Naruto

One Piece

Demon Slayer

Miss Kobayashi's Dragon Maid

Books:

Harry Potter

Percy Jackson and the Olympians

Cartoons:

Steven Universe

Danny Phantom

Xiaolin Showdown

Lego Monkie Kid

Avatar: The Last Airbender

Tv & Movies:

Marvel Cinematic Universe

DC Extended Universe

Kingsman

The Walking Dead

Rise of the Guardians

Into/Across the Spider-verse

Sherlock

Helluva Boss

Hazbin Hotel

Riddick

Video Games:

Genshin Impact

Honkai: Star Rail

Detroit: Become Human

Cuphead: Don't Deal with the Devil

Undertale

Pokémon

Dragon Raja

I have many more, but I hope this would be a good example to show of what my knowledge is about.

Anyway! I'm always open to asks and prompt ideas for any fandoms, so don't hesitate to ask me anything you'd like. Within reason of course lol.

I hope you all have a good day, and thank you once again for 1,000 followers! I'll work not to disappoint you.

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500 Followers!?! (a) Thank you!!! (b) It's prompt-submission time!

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I will happily write a short fic for each and every one of you. All you have to do is put a prompt in my ask box. You could even put... two prompts in my ask box. Who's to stop you?

I'll write the following:

Fandoms: Legend of Zelda and Star Trek Characters: Any! Ships: Zelink, obviously. I am also now infected with Spock/T'Pring AND Spock/Christine (thanks, Strange New Worlds), so those, too. Ratings: Any! But if it's NSFW and freaks me out for some reason, I might say no.

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Omg I’m only 10 followers away from my next milestone! So

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200 followers celebration! Music prompts!!

Happy Monday everyone! What a treat to wake up to over 200 followers. Having just joined this site a little over a year ago, I’m amazed. Thank you so much!

As many of you know, I majored in music, love almost all genres, and a lot of my stories are based off a song title. (except country. sorry all you country music lovers out there!)

Broaden my horizons by sending a song title to my ask box and I’ll write a one-shot based off that prompt.

I can’t wait to see what you give me.

And thanks again for all the support!