#misha's prompts

[iced-coffee-jesus]

Buddie prompt: Buck helps chaperone one of Christopher’s dates (like instead of Marisol in 7x01). Realizations are had - maybe they get blindsided because the kid assumes Buck is the cool stepdad or something?

I'm so sorry that this took a week @linus-lucy ! And what a week it's been too! This fic got a little away from at the end and definitely leans a little on the crack side, but I hope you enjoy it!

“And here is your popcorn, good sir.” Buck bowed, placing the popcorn on the coffee table in front of Christopher and Penny. “We have an excellent selection of grape or orange soda, what would the lady prefer?”

Penny laughed, while Chris looked at him with eyes that were just begging him to leave them alone already. “Grape, please Mr. Diaz.”

“He’s Mr. Diaz, you may call me Buck. Grape soda, coming right up.” He said with an air of formality, turning back to the kitchen to grab the soda before joining Eddie on the other couch. Chris hit play on the movie, an Assassin’s Creed film whose plot Buck was unable to follow. Eddie elbowed him fifteen minutes into the movie, nodding his head towards where Penny’s hand laid on Chris’s arm. Buck rolled his eyes, wrapping an arm around Eddie in an attempt to bring his attention back to whatever was happening on screen.

“Calm down.” Buck murmured, leaning in a little closer so he wouldn’t get hushed by the teens on the other couch.

“We should have let them watch it by themselves, this is too awkward.” Eddie hissed back, catching side-eye from Christopher at the sound.

“This is too awkward? How did you handle giving him The Talk?”

“Dad.” Chris sighed, his full attention on them now. “Don’t you and Buck still have that paperwork to fill out?”

“Paperwork?” Penny asked, pausing the movie. Buck suppressed an eye roll, already knowing it was a losing cause to fight either Diaz on this.

“Yes! We do actually, firefighter paperwork, gotta get it finished by tomorrow. Come on, Buck.” He choked on a laugh as Eddie practically dragged him off the couch and into the kitchen. “Don’t wait for us, go ahead and finish the movie!”

“Smooth, Eddie, smooth. Almost as smooth as Chris’s ‘paperwork’ excuse.”

“I don’t care, there’s no way we were sitting through another hour and forty-five minutes of that.” Eddie derided, going to a cupboard and sifting through it before pulling out vanilla, baking powder, and salt.

“What happened to chaperoning?” he laughed, seeing where this was going and pulling out the chocolate chips and eggs from the fridge.

“We’re twenty feet away, you’re gonna poke your head in there every fifteen minutes and ensure nothing inappropriate is going on.”

“Me? Why not you?”

Eddie shrugged, digging out a mixing bowl from a different cupboard. “I don’t know, I chose at random and you were randomly assigned.”

Buck grinned, hip-checking him out of the way to start measuring ingredients for chocolate chip cookies. “Coward.”

Eddie merely hummed in response.

True to his word, Eddie kept aggressively nodding at the entryway to the living room every fifteen minutes or so, silently begging Buck to check on the situation, which he did dutifully.

The cookies had been out of the oven for a few minutes now, and Buck was torn on whether or not to interrupt the teens for some warm cookies or not.

He shouldn’t have worried, the credits were rolling and Chris and Penny were still sitting on the couch, a respectable distance from one another.

“Hey, Penny, your mom said she is gonna be here in about ten minutes. Do you guys want to eat some cookies we made while they’re still warm?”

“Dad let you use the stand mixer after everything that happened last saturday?” Chris quipped, following behind him into the kitchen.

“I did not.” Eddie smirked, glancing up at the ceiling before handing over the plate of cookies to Penny’s waiting hands. “Our ceiling will never recover from the muffin batter as it is.”

“See if I ever make muffins ever again. Do you see what I put up with, Penny?” Buck shook his head in mock pity as he stole a cookie from the plate. “The disrespect.”

“Buck, why would you pull up the mixer while it was still on?” Chris giggled.

“I wish my step-dad baked, my mom isn’t the best in the kitchen.”

“Neither is dad. I mean, he’s better than he used to be, but I’m still thankful that Buck cooks dinner most nights... No offense dad.”

“None taken.” Eddie mused quietly, eyeing Buck over the tops of their heads. Buck just shrugged, unsure what the look was for. 

“Well, you’re lucky you have two parents that can cook. We eat a lot of takeout at my house.” Just then, there was a knock on the door.

“Must be my mom. Thank you for having me Mr. and Mr. Diaz.”

Oh. That was when it clicked for Buck. Penny thought- 

“It was our pleasure. Chris, would you like to walk her out?”

Chris nodded, charging for the door before Eddie could take it back. Penny smiled and waved as she followed behind him.

“Now, see? That wasn’t so bad.”

Buck’s head snapped to Eddie, casually wiping down the counters. “Really? Mr. Let's-make-cookies-and-avoid-the-teens-at-all-cost?”

Eddie grinned impishly at him from across the counter. “I don’t know, doesn’t that also make you Mr. Let’s-make-cookies-and-”

“Stop, I heard it the first time. Did… did Chris tell her we were married? What was the deal with that?”

“No, c’mon, Chris wouldn’t do that. I think that was just the natural conclusion to come to.”

Buck’s face warmed at the comment. “Really? Mr. and Mr Diaz is just a foregone conclusion here?” He teased.

Eddie walked around the counter and stopped a few feet short of Buck. “Yeah. I think so, don’t you?”

Buck felt like all the air just got sucked from the room. “Eddie…”

A faint blush was rising on Eddie’s cheeks, but he barreled on. “I mean, let’s be honest here Buck, it’ll be a lot easier for you to change your name than for both me and Chris to switch to Buckley. We could always do Buckley-Diaz, but I kind of figured you wouldn’t mind dropping your parents-”

Buck didn’t let him finish, surging forward to claim Eddie’s mouth in a kiss, curling a hand around his waist to pull him flush against him. “You’re insane, you know that?” He breathed, pulling away just enough to rest their heads together.

“Hmmhmm.” Eddie quipped, a bright grin breaking out on his face.

“Hadn’t even kissed yet, and you’re already picking out china and monogrammed towels.”

“I don’t think we’re monogrammed towel people, Buck.” Eddie sighed, leaning in happily to steal another kiss or two.

“What type of people are we, Eddie?”

“Hopefully the type to get engaged before they’ve had a real first date?” 

Buck laughed as Eddie kissed him again, too filled with love to care about the insanity of it all.

Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoyed it!

[mishaesque]

… the size of the being was immense, as tall as a skyscraper. Its unearthly glow danced all around him, engulfed him, and yet Dean wasn’t scared. Because the being didn’t feel threatening, it felt… familiar. And safe. It felt like home.

“… Cas..?”

[unkindledangell]

I know Tom Hamniger (My Bloody Valentine) and Clay Miller (Friday the 13th) is a ship (same as other Jared/Jensen and Jensen/Misha characters shipping)

But has anyone thought about Tony (Girl, Interrupted) and Clay Miller?

Just thinking 🎃

[spn-fanfic-reblog-writes]

Destiel Prompt #50-something

The Magician vs the Real Thing

The question will be why is Castiel the real thing. Multiple possibilities:

1. Angel of the Lord

2. Witch

3. Psychic/Natural ability

4. From an alternative universe my where he has been implanted with a device that allows him to do his trick.

5. Superhero (Alien from another world where everyone can do this on his planet or could be just the elite)

6. Military experiment results

7. From the future, eugenically created/altered

8. Artifact/Artefact that gives him this ability to perform his illusions/tricks

If you write any of the prompts, please tag me so I can read the story! I would love to see what you creative minds think up! ❤️❤️❤️

[targaryenchester]

destiel fic prompt: In another universe destiel are badass girlies. Fem!Dean is flirty, touchy and kisses fem!cas's cheek sloppily coz she can. Most of the time, Cas sleeps in Dean's room because that is just 'super' natural for them. Somehow they stumble across spn universe and now we get to see our cowboy loving Dean having his gay panic when he sees how casually fem!cas takes fem!dean in her lap while researching for the hunt and fem!dean just leans into her like that is normal. Meanwhile our Cas just looks at fem!dean and marvels at her gorgeous sand blonde locks.

My fellow fanfic writer-warriors, please do it. Make it long, make it angsty, make it sexy, make it fun. The pie is yours, you just have to take it.

[corrodedbisexual]

It was only a kiss

Steddie | M | ~5.3k | AO3 link

Written for @starrystevie for the STuad server gift exchange ����

Featuring: Friends With Benefits To Lovers, Fluff and Humor, Mild Smut, Light Angst, Drinking to Cope, Mind/Mood Altering Substances, Insomnia, Coming Out, Feelings Realization, Banter, Dialogue Heavy, Laughter During Sex, Minor Steve Harrington/OFC, Minor Eddie Munson/OMC, POV Eddie Munson

Steve and Eddie's nighttime coping with the horrors of their past brings them close in ways Eddie never would have expected. But that's all it is. Moments of mutual comfort, a fun distraction from the endless string of nightmares. …Or is it?

[aroacemisha]

My prompts for Autistic Hunter Week 2023!

The original Autistic Hunter Week from 2022 was made by @/spinaroos-47, but he said he didn’t have the energy or ideas to make a new version, and others were free to use the old prompts or make their own versions [link to his post].

So here’s my version that I will be trying to do! Feel free to use these. Some have variations/options.

Day 1: Shared Interest

Day 2: Touch/Sensory

Day 3: Work/Carving

Day 4: Feathers/Free Space

Day 5: Scripting

Day 6: Blanket/Stuffed Toy

Day 7: Family/Community

I’m gonna be tagging it both as “#autistic hunter week” and “#autistic hunter week 2023”, and I’m keeping the same dates as the original, July 17th - July 23rd.

If any of y’all wanna do these, the works you make can be anything: drawings, writing, edits, etc., and feel free to use both canon Hunter and your AU versions.

[wecoudvebeenballsdeep]

Chat GPT about to be the most inspirational prompt author after that

[neversetyoufree]

Christ okay, so for AGES now, ever since I first got into trying to track all the references in VnC, Mikhail's name has been haunting me.

Just about every major VnC character name is a reference to something from literature and/or history, and most of those references are pretty obvious. It's not just some of them; it's pretty much a universal thing for any character of note.

However, for a while now, Misha has seemed frustratingly like an exception. There is a serious dearth of characters named Misha or Mikhail in the historical eras and literary canons that Mochijun tends to pull from. I've been failing to find anything for a while, and I haven't seen any other fans picking out things he could be in reference to either. He's just this apparent weird exception, despite the fact that he's an important and extremely thematically relevant character.

But today I finally realized something. The spelling is different, but there is one decently famous literary character named Misha that works as a decent parallel to VnC's Mikhail—Mischa Lecter from the Hannibal series.

For those unfamiliar, in the book version of Hannibal, Mischa Lecter's entire narrative purpose is to be the younger sibling whose horrific death motivates Hannibal Lecter's violent revenge quest. The rest of the Lecter family is killed before the children, leaving Hannibal and Mischa alone in the world together with nobody else to rely on. Then Mischa is killed and cannibalized, and thus begins her brother's career as a killer cannibal.

It's not exactly a one to one parallel, but "desperate young siblings are trapped together in a horrible situation, and then the younger sibling Mischa dies, leaving the older brother alone and vengeful" does sound rather familiar, doesn't it? As remember, according to Vanitas, our Mikhail is supposed to be dead.

It's a weird and obscure enough comparison that I'm not about to declare I've solved the mystery for certain, but personally I've yet to find a better explanation for our Misha's name. After all, the French version of Michael is usually Michel, so Mochijun choosing specifically the Russian version of the name, then having Mikhail insist on going by "Misha" is a rather conspicuous choice. There has to be a reason for what's going on there.

[whipitgod]

Okay im gonna be sitting down tomorrow to write these fics but i want your guy’s help picking a prompt idea for the destiel fic!

[textingtroublesanswers]

I've been real anxious today, but that got me thinking; what do y'all do to calm down when you're feeling real anxious? Figured it might be a lil weird while on base vs while at home.

(I know the blog is mainly for Lutz & Misha but feel free to answer as any of the mercs, id like to hear from all of them but I don't wanna take up too much of your time, just whatever inspires you!)

-🦖

"Good book & good music is always nice." Mikhail explains. He's currently sitting with his reading glasses on, a book in Russian sitting in his lap.

Ludwig is sitting leaning against him, holding the twins, "I like spending time with my birds. They understand me, they never judge, & they always have nice things to say."

Bug is at the table, doodling, "Balloonicorn says nice things too. But I think drawing relaxes me more. I can put all of my emotions into it, good & bad. Mickey?"

Mick shrugs, cleaning his rifle on the other side of the living room, "Naps are great. Don't have to think about what's bothering ya when you're conked out."

Jeremy snorts from beside him, "Nah, getting all that energy out is the best. Like going for a run."

"Affirmative!" Jane shouts from the corner where he's sat with Tavish & his raccoons, "Get all that anxiety out, private! In any way you can! Like doing 100 pushups in a row! Tavish?"

Tavish is leaning against him, waving his bottle, "Well, I, um... I'm obvious, I suppose..."

"Demo." Ludwig pouts at him from the sofa.

"Fine, fine. I've been trying tae quit lately. So, instead, I've been working on me bombs more. You know, laddie or lassie, doing something monotonous that you know how tae do through muscle memory. Really relaxes the brain."

"I can agree with that, pardner!" Dell raises his own bottle of beer, his helmet & goggles off since Ludwig forced him to take a break, "What about you, Spah?"

Jacques sets his magazine down, "I agree with Heavy, good music is a great way to relax. Putting on a record & indulging in something you enjoy, in moderation of course," Tavish rolls his eyes, "Can do wonders when you are stressing yourself out."

"Do you know what else I like to do, to relax me?" Ludwig pipes up again after a few beats of silence.

"Yeah, Lu?"

"Kicking some BLU ass." The entire living room erupts into applause, even the twins squealing in excitement with all of the adults.

[iced-coffee-jesus]

Drabble Prompt; Camping/ "I want to be loved like that."

Thank you @buddiedrabbles for the prompt! This little idea immediately came to mind, happy Friday!

"I want that."

"Want what?" Eddie looked up from where he'd been stoking the campfire, to see Buck staring off in the distance.

He followed his gaze to see Athena and Bobby dancing and giggling as the sun set behind them. The 118 had taken a rare 72-hours off and decided to go on a family camping trip, spouses and children included. It made something in Eddie settle to have both Christopher and Buck sharing a tent with him, the past eight months feeling like some sort of nightmare that was finally over.

Athena dipped Bobby, causing both of them to giggle as they nearly toppled over.

Buck sighed a little dreamily, leaning back in his chair. "I want to be loved like that."

Eddie bit his lip as he took in his best friend, hair curling from sweat, and a little dirt smeared on his chin.

Eddie liked to think that he did love Buck like that, even if he wasn't quite ready to show him yet.

Nevertheless, Eddie steeled himself and offered a hand out to Buck. "Care to join them?"

Buck stared at him a moment before laughing bashfully. "There's no music, Eddie!"

Eddie shrugged, nerves alight as he kept his hand out. "That's not stopping Bobby or Athena."

And for a brief, awful moment, Eddie thought he was wrong to offer, to push, but then Buck's face softened, and he took Eddie's hand. Standing up, he was close enough to smell Eddie's nice cologne that he'd packed, even after being mercilessly teased by his thirteen year old for bringing cologne camping. But Buck just inhaled deeply and smiled, his hand staying tucked in Eddie's grip as he put the other on his shoulder, letting Eddie lead as they swayed back in forth, both feeling a tingly sense of nerves and joy.

*

Chimney watched from his seat with Maddie, s'more still halfway to his mouth as he watched the two giggle as Eddie tried to spin Buck.

"If they aren't engaged by the time this camping trip is over I'll propose to Buck for Eddie."

Maddie just grinned, confident that that wouldn't be necessary. Buck had admitted to her last week that he was in love with Eddie, and was looking for the right time to tell him. It wouldn't be long now, judging from the way Eddie's lips were grazing Buck's temple as they swayed to music only they could hear.

[you-cant-spell-subtext-without]

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Supernatural (TV 2005) Rating: Explicit

Summary:

Dean Winchester's life is no fairy tale. Forced to give up his dream of a degree in political science to work in the family business, he's relegated to janitorial duties at a Pirate Pete's burger joint by his absent father's business partner Azazel and his two unbearable sons. But a newly elected president in nationwide search of a political advisor and a mysterious stranger who stumbles into Pirate Pete's late one evening have Dean exploring new possibilities for both his professional and personal future.

Cas Milton is the newest and most reluctant US President - feeling shackled by his responsibilities, he sends out a nationwide call for an advisor to help ease his professional burdens. His hunger for escape - and burgers - leads Cas to a Pirate Pete's in Lawrenceville, Kansas, where he meets an enigmatic janitor who's unaware of his real identity. Upon hearing Dean's aspirations for his future, Cas encourages him to chase his dreams. He returns to his office to find those dreams include an application to the very role he's looking to fill, making a relationship between them impossible.

A Destiel love story inspired by Cinderella and a prompt by Misha Collins.

[glamrockcas]

title change!! still the same president!cas/custodian!dean shenanigans though so pls don't let that throw you

Chapters: 12/25

Current Wordcount: 106,106 Summary:

“It’s like being chained to a comet,” the man explains, as Dean leans his elbows on the edge of the table and watches the man devour what Dean would call, at best, a third-rate cheeseburger.

The man is describing how it feels to be the one in charge of the entire country, responsible for the safety and wellbeing of the free world.

Or,

Dean is a custodian at a fast food restaurant, and Castiel is President of the United States.

[spn-fanfic-reblog-writes]

Destiel prompt #3

https://x.com/corrupt_touch/status/1699950950977286315?s=61

[castiel-left-his-mark-on-me]

If I were to write another Cockles fic, what cockles-situation should I write about?

Leave your requests below!

(Only based on events that we know happened please-- no AUs)