#prompt 1035

[creativepromptsforwriting]

Prompt #1035: Quotes (79)

"Loving me... is hard."

"Yes. It appears so."

"But are you still going to?"

EXTRAORDINARY ATTORNEY WOO (2022) dir. Yoo In Shik

[helsex-moved]

Was it worth it?

Day 16 + 17 - Diamonds + Mistake (prompt via @evil-xisapril)

[I.D A digital drawing of Evil Xisuma sitting on obsidian, one leg dangling into lava. There is a crate full of diamonds on either side of them and they hold one of them, looking away from it regretfully. In the background there is nether brick and bedrock, as well as fire and part of a nether portal.]

[stealingyourbones]

Short DPXDC Prompts #1035

Blob ghosts are like the mosquitoes of the ghost zone. They will bite a ghost to draw out their ectoplasm to feed on it. This will last them for a long time so luckily they aren’t a ridiculously annoying pest but an occasional bother. Jason doesn’t know why these green things keep fucking biting him and dying immediately after.

[joelalorian]

my skin in your teeth

a sequel to neighborhood watch | neighbor/boyfriend!frankie morales x f!reader | wc: 1035 | 18+ mdni | masterlist

Summary: Seems like everyone in the house wants to sink their teeth into Frankie in one way or another.

Warnings: Smut, unprotected p in v, established relationship, cussing, teasing, fluff, a happy ending for everyone. No use of y/n. Not much, if any, description of reader. idk, i might have missed something. Intended as a sequel to Neighborhood Watch but could be read separately without missing context.

A/N: My belated birthday gift to the ever fantastic and lovely @baronessvonglitter for her Fucktober challenge. Prompts included Frankie and the song Lose Control by Teddy Swims. It's just a short lil' thing, but I had a lot of fun and I hope you enjoy it my love!

��Yeouch!”

You peeked around the doorway to your bedroom to find Frankie rubbing his backside as he glared at Joshua. “What happened?”

“He,” Frankie pointed accusingly at Joshua, who sat perfectly still with his tongue lolling out of his mouth and tail wagging, “chomped on my ass cheek!”

You couldn’t hold back a guffaw, eyes nearly watering with mirth at the scandalized expression on your boyfriend’s handsome face. “Yeah, he does that.”

“Why are you laughing? You should be yelling at him right now!”

“You think I should yell at him for trying to communicate? That’s ridiculous. He can’t speak and he’s just following his instincts. He’s a herding dog and you clearly weren’t going where he wanted you to.” Bending down to scritch Joshua’s ears, you added, “Isn’t that right, buddy? You were just doing what you’re supposed to. Don’t listen to this big baby. You’re such a good boy.”

Frankie shook his head, knowing he lost this particular battle. You watched him walk out of the room; eyes glued to the way his jeans hugged his ass. Licking your lips, you followed him into the kitchen. “You know, I can’t blame him, really. I’d like to sink my teeth into that ass as well.”

For a moment, Frankie’s brain malfunctioned, and he blinked owlishly at you before his handsome face split into a jaw breaking grin. “Is that so?”

In one smooth motion, he sidled up behind you, large hands pulling you back against his broad chest. Pouty lips pressed urgent kisses along your neck, drawing soft giggles and moans from deep in your chest. With a nip to the delicate skin, Frankie whispered, “I could just sink my teeth into your skin as well, baby.”

Lips moving from your neck along your jaw and over your chin, Frankie sought your mouth. Soft kisses quickly became heated at your tongues tangled and Frankie slowly slid his hand down your belly and beneath the hem of your shorts. Thick fingers slipped through your folds, gathering the wetness to pluck and strum at your clit until you became putty in his arms.

The click of Joshua’s nails against the floors as he scampered away barely audible above your keening, Frankie pulled his mouth from yours. “You have me tied up in knots, you know that? I can’t get enough of you. Your mouth, your tits, this tight fucking pussy. Fuck.”

Frankie’s words washed over your skin in soft puffs of breath, causing goosebumps to pepper your neck and arms. This man could bring you to orgasm with just his words alone, you swore. The fullness of first one, then two of his thick fingers slipping inside you was just icing on the cake.

“Need you,” the plea tumbled from your lips. “Please.”

Using his free hand, Frankie pushed the shorts down your hips and thighs until they fell to the floor at your feet. That same hand worked his own shorts until they slipped down his thick thighs before adjusting his hold on you, wrapping his arm around your upper waist to grasp your left tit and tweak a nipple under your shirt.

A mournful moan left your lips when Frankie removed his fingers from you, only to be replaced with the broad tip of his cock. “Yessss,” you hissed when he worked his hips, his cock slipping further inside you with incredible slowness, driving you fucking wild.

Frankie’s hips thrust against your backside when he finally bottomed out. Already, your legs felt like Jell-o and Frankie supported your weight with his strong grip as he worked his cock inside you.

“Fuck, baby. You’re squeezing me so tight. Imma bout to lose control.”

“Do it. Lose control, Frankie, and fuck me dumb.”

Giving into your request, deep grunts echoed deliciously in your ears as Frankie fucked into you. How you both remained standing was beyond your understanding, but he remained steady through the powerful thrusts. Still, momentum carried you both forward in shuffled steps toward the counter where you braced your upper body.

Pleasure coiled in your gut, sending your blood boiling as your body gave in to the sensation of being fucked so good by Frankie. Unable to utter any words of sense, you babbled and keened and mewled into the cool air of your kitchen as your orgasm washed over you in deep, earth-shattering shudders.

“That’s it, baby. I love feeling you come all over my cock. You’re fuckin’ dripping all over me,” Frankie talked you through it as you gushed around him. The fluttering of your walls gripping him so tight sent him right over the edge as well. “Oh, fuck, fuck. That’s it. That’s fuckin’ it.”

Your bodies pitched forward as Frankie came, hard, inside you. Your arms gave out at the same time his broad thighs lost the ability to support his own weight. The pair of you wound up in a tangled heap on the kitchen floor, half-dressed, breathless with giggles and the aftereffects of mind-blowing orgasms.

Heaving chests gradually steadied until you both sat up, breathing returned to normal. Frankie looked over at you, chocolate eyes wide with wonder and a dumb grin on his handsome face.

“I love you. Did you know that?” His voice equal parts excited and shy, you shook your head.

“I do now.” You kissed him, tongue teasing along his front teeth as he was unable to stop smiling. “I love you, too, Frankie.”

Somehow, you both pulled your shorts back on and righted the rest of your clothing without getting up off the kitchen floor. Sensing that you two were finished with the gross human stuff, Joshua trotted back into the room, tongue lolling happily, and crawled into your laps to join the heap.

“I love you as well, you lil’ ass biter,” Frankie teased the pup, scratching Joshua’s favorite spot behind his pointed ears.

You watched them, the need to have every day be some variation of this very moment washing over you. Biting your lip in thought, you gave in to the overwhelming desire to blurt out the thing on your mind.

“Frankie…” when he looked at you with those smoldering eyes, you continued, “you should move in with us.”

[obitez]

The Big Build

Written for @bucktommywinterfest

Round 1 Prompt: First Holiday Traditions Together

Rating: G Word Count: 1035

Warnings: None

Additional Tags: No breakup,

Tomorrow was the Gingerbread House Building Contest. And Buck fully planned on winning this time. Last year Mumford stole the win by brown nosing the judges by utilizing his four year old daughter as a ‘helping hand.’ But since Chimney was a judge this year, Buck had convinced him to let Buck ‘borrow’ Jee.  (There was no way Chimney would be able to vote against his own daughter.)

[vodika-vibes]

Blanket Thief

So I decided to do something different today, and I found a prompt for this particular writing practice. And, thank you@starrrgazingbunny for giving me a list of clones to write for.

Pairing: Alpha-17 x Reader

Word Count: 1035

Songs: None

Warnings: None

Prompt: "I wondered why I was freezing, turns out you stole the whole blanket."

The War was supposed to be over. ‘Supposed’ being the keyword in that sentence. It wasn’t, of course. You are clever enough to know that the death of Palpatine isn’t going to really change anything.

And you are smart enough to recognize that this war was probably going to happen even if Palpatine hadn’t been pulling the strings in the background. 

You roll over in your bed, pulling your fleece blanket up tighter around your neck. You had come to Kamino several years ago, at the bequest of your uncle.

“Come on, kid.” He had said at the time, “It’ll be good experience for your career. And you’ll be well paid.” 

So you came to Kamino. Following those sweet, sweet credits that you were promised.

And now here you are, several years later, still on Kamino, still getting paid a lot of money…though now you remain because Master Shaak Ti made the request that you stay to help with the de-chipping and the gene therapy for the cadets…well, and the adult clones.

Of course, you’re pretty sure she made the request that you remain because you’re one of a handful of people that Alpha-17 actually trusts with the Cadets. The other people being your fellow natborn medics.

You bury yourself deeper into your blankets as your mind drifts to Alpha-17. One of the oldest clones, a trainer for the cadets, and the most stubborn and bullheaded man you’ve ever had the pleasure, or displeasure, of meeting.

He towers over everyone, and is the most dangerous person on Kamino.

He drives you completely insane, challenging your expertise on a daily basis, butting heads with you over the way you taught the medic bound cadets. And you challenge him back, having full blown fights in the hallways over how the cadets are, or had been, treated.

Jango used to tell you that there’s no point in fighting with Alpha-17, that he was just a human looking droid. He stopped saying that the first time you verbally eviscerated him for having the gall to compare Alpha-17 to a droid.

The night was the first night, of many, that Alpha-17 made himself at home in your room. And your bed.

You had earned his respect with your desire to protect the cadets. And you had earned his affection with your desire to protect him.

At this point in time, Alpha-17 is living with you. Much to the amusement of the cadets in your care. And the vod’e who couldn’t help but make suggestive comments to you when Alpha-17 isn’t within earshot. They think it’s hilarious that Alpha can’t help but leave marks where everyone will see them.

But it’s late, and so is he. Stuck doing paperwork for the tubies who will have normal childhoods, unlike the rest of their vod’e.

You grumble under your breath, and eye the empty space next to you. It’s fine, you suppose. You can sleep without him, it is just so much colder when he’s not in bed with you.

Frustrated, you roll over to his side of the bed and bury your face in his pillow, and try to fall asleep.

It must have worked, because the next thing you know, you’re being moved back to the cold side of the bed, your side of the bed, and the blanket is getting adjusted around you. “Mm…Alpha?”

“Go back to sleep, cyar’ika.” His voice is low, more of a rumble that you feel than words you can hear. You feel the bed dip and you instinctively bury yourself against his side. You feel him shift, and his arm drapes securely around your waist, and you release a happy sigh as you press your face against his chest.

You swiftly drift back to sleep, secure with the knowledge that you’re safe because Alpha is with you.

The next time you wake up, it’s because Alpha is prodding you awake, “Cyar’ika, wake up.”

You whine and bury your face into your pillow, “Go ‘way. ‘s early.”

You hear him laugh quietly, “Absolutely not. Wake up, cyare.”

You huff and turn your head to squint at the chrono next to the bed, “Why? It’s…5 am? Alpha…” You whine.

“Don’t you ‘Alpha’ me,” He smooths his hand across your head, “I woke up freezing,”

You turn and squint at him, finally noticing that he’s not covered in a blanket, “Well, maybe you wouldn’t be cold if you were using a blanket.” You snark.

He raises a single brow, and he reaches over to lightly tug the blanket you’ve cocooned yourself in, “I wondered why I was freezing, and then I realized that you stole the whole blanket.”

You look down at your cocoon, and then blink up at him, “...sorry.”

He shook his head, and a laugh fell from his lips, “Don’t worry about it, cyar’ika. It’s time for me to get up anyway.” Surprisingly nimble fingers untuck the blanket from under you, and then effortlessly untangle you from your cocoon, and he smirks as he smoothly ripped the blanket off of you.

You weakly gripped the hem of the blanket as you release a noise of unhappiness, but he is strong enough to just tug it out of your grip and throw it at the end of the bed. “Alpha! It’s cold!”

“Hm. I can fix that,” Alpha says with a slow smirk.

You squeak as he rolls over you, effortlessly pinning your hands over your head with one hand, and his other hand dips under your loose tank top, tracing random shapes against the bare skin over your ribs. “I thought you said you needed to get ready for the day?” You ask, a small grin playing on your lips.

He glances at the chrono, and then leans down and bumps his forehead against yours, his eyes locked on your lips, “I have 90 minutes. I bet I can warm you up in that time.”

You squeak, and giggle, as he crashes his lips against yours, silently demanding that you submit to him.

Coincidentally, you’re both late for work that morning. And, when you finally show your face, you have several new marks on your neck that your uniform isn’t quite high enough to cover.

[alotofpockets]

You're safe with me | Kate Bishop

Pairing: Kate Bishop x Reader

Prompt: “They will have to go through me before they get to you.”

Masterlist | Marvel masterlist | Words: 1035

Your girlfriend had always looked up to the Avengers. She had told you about the day she saw Hawkeye fight in the Battle of New York, the tragic event which led to the death of her father. Over time she had shared this story with you, letting you in on why archery became so important to her. So, when the opportunity arose for her to work with Clint Barton himself and eventually join the Avengers, her decision was quickly made. You had and always will support her in all her decisions, and you were very proud of the hero she was becoming.

The upside of Kate becoming an Avenger was that you always had someone to protect you. The downside, however, was that it also tended to be the reason why you needed protection in the first place. It seemed like there was always someone set on hurting the Avengers, their loved ones included.

You had gotten close to Laura, Clint’s wife, when Kate first joined the Avengers. She knew what you were going through from personal experience and was a great person for advice as well as company. It comforted you to know their relationship could withstand the evil that was out in the world, it always gave you a certain sense of security.

After the first time people tried to go after you, Kate made you a promise. She had promised you that she would never leave you alone at night. That meant she was there or when she wasn’t able to, you had a place to stay at the Avengers Compound or the Barton residence.

Tonight, you both slept in your shared apartment. You had loved this place from the beginning, there was so much space, and you were fully able to decorate the home to both of your liking. It was the first home after living with parents for the both of you.

A strange noise coming from downstairs woke you up, you nudged Kate until she woke up as well. “I think someone is downstairs.” You whisper. After hearing that Kate is wide awake and already at the bedroom door listening for movement downstairs. The second she hears a noise too, she walks to the closet and grabs her bow and arrow. With your eyes widen “What are you going to do?”. Kate looks back at you, “They will have to go through me before they get to you.”

You knew that meant that she wanted you to stay and let her handle the situation. Kate was going to protect you at all costs, she had made that clear when she had shared wanting to join the Avengers when she got the opportunity to. So, you did, you stayed in the room. You heard her raise her voice and the sound of shattering glass filled the apartment. You hated the waiting around and not knowing if Kate was okay, but you knew to trust her with stuff like this.

About fifteen minutes later she came back up unharmed. “They’re gone. I think it was those guys that were following you last week, Trust a Bro was the name on the van right?” You only nod your head in response. “Okay, in that case this wasn’t a random break in.” She walks back to the closet and grabs two duffel bags. “Pack some clothes, we’re going to the Barton’s for a while until we figure something out, okay?” You take the back from her with shaky hands. Kate notices and realizes you’re still scared. “You’re safe with me, baby. I’ll be by your side the whole time.” She gives you a hug before you both pack your clothes.

Before closing the door, you look back inside the apartment, “What about the rest of our stuff?” Kate grabs your hand. “Don’t worry about it, I’ll call Stark in the morning and ask him to hire some movers in the morning. I know how important the home we build together is, I’ll ask if we can store it at the Compound for a bit.” That reassures you enough to close the door behind you.

When you arrive at the Barton’s it’s already morning, you knock on the door and Clint answers. “Kate, y/n, we weren’t expecting you, were we?” He says worriedly, thinking he might have forgotten something. “No, I’m sorry to just drop by. Something happened tonight and I didn’t want to call you at that time of the night.” Clint ushers you in. “Don’t be silly, you’re always welcome here. What happened?”. You explain the situation and Clint tells you that the two of you are more than welcome to stay with him for however long you need. “Come on in, Laura was just making some breakfast.”.

You turn the corner into the kitchen and are met with three excited kids running your way. They each hug both you and Kate like they haven’t seen you in years, while it has maybe been three weeks. You gladly hugged them back though, you loved these kids like they were your family. Laura also hugs the both of you hello, “Have you had anything to eat yet?” When you both say no she offers to make some extra food.

After breakfast the kids go outside to play. Clint asks both of you to stay for a moment. “Laura and I have been talking about this for a while, so I don’t want you to think this is a rushed decision. I just think that with what’s been going on, that now is a good time to offer. As you know we’ve been remodeling the barn into a guest house. We would like you to live there if you would want that of course. It’s up to you, but we would really like it. Having more people around and of course a safe environment.” You and Kate exchange a look, she sees the instant comfort in your eyes and responds with, “We would love that. Thank you so much!”

The following weeks you’re helping Clint get the house ready. Tony agreed to get some movers to transport your belongings to the new house and soon you had a new place to make your home.

[heylavellan]

happy friday! scrolled through your prompt list and i love the idea of your dad!quisitor and dorian. so maybe for a post-tresspasser prompt, this one?

hi hi YES. i made it angsty oops. bc there is no way the offspring of the inquisitor and magister dorian pavus can safely avoid being used as leverage against them.

@adainesjacket | @dadrunkwriting

scars upon your heart

rating: m

words: 1035

additional notes: flanagan is baz's child by another marriage but lives in tevinter with dorian. he's about 14 or 15 in this fic. major injury on a child, eye loss, trauma, and some hurt/comfort. also two dads being sappy in the shower

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"I think Dad got hurt," Flick said monotonously, staring down at his hands. "He got hurt rescuing me. It's all my fault."

Baz's heart broke, seeing his son in this state. Knowing that he should have prevented this from happening. He had people in Minrathous, someone should have known. But at the end of the day, he'd take a son with one eye over no son. He offered a hug to Flanagan, who reluctantly collapsed in his arms.

"He will be fine, pup. I'm just glad you're safe. You're home," he murmured, rubbing his back. When Flick finished sobbing, he looked him in the eye. "If you blame anyone, you blame me and Dad," Baz told him.

"I love you, Papa," he sniffled. "I thought I was going to die and all I could think is I don't remember the last time I told you that and I couldn't die without telling you."

Tears were prickling at his eyes, but Baz ignored them. He kissed Flick's forehead, just above where a gnarly scar was forming. "You're safe now pup," he reassured his son. "I love you."

"Can you sleep in my room tonight?" the boy asked.

"Of course. Why don't you get ready and I'll check on Dad? Shall I call Hector to accompany you?" Baz suggested. Flick nodded. He stepped out the door, making sure his son had line of sight on him.

After a few minutes, Hector was before Baz and he provided instructions about what to do with his son. He instructed one of the housekeepers to prepare a spare bed on the floor for him, before heading back to Dorian's room.

He announced himself before entering. Dorian was seated at the bench at the foot of their bed, hunched over with splotchy red cheeks and runny kohl. "Amatus," Dorian greeted flatly, avoiding Baz's gaze.

"My love," Baz replied softly, sitting down beside Dorian. They sat quietly for a short while, not saying anything. What could they say that would make this alright? Flick could have died. They could sling insults and scream until their lungs gave out but it wouldn't change that their son had lost his eye.

Dorian eventually sank into Baz's side. "This is going to happen again, isn't it?" the magister asked quietly. It was. There would be more attempts, and as they continued to make waves. Especially if the Lucerni continued to make waves as they were.

"Each assassin's guild across Thedas probably has a contract on us by this point," Baz replied, sliding his residual arm around Dorian's back. "They know the kids are a way to get to us."

Dorian grabbed Basileus' thigh and let out a slow sigh. "Maybe they should go back with you. You can keep them safe," Dorian suggested, still unable to look Baz in his eyes.

"Sweetheart, I can't protect all four of them by myself," Baz responded, tilting Dorian's face so he could look at him. He'd never seen him so wrecked. His moustache wasn't groomed, his stubble had grown in and his eyes were a bit wild.

Dorian was searching Baz's face, looking for something. Perhaps anger or... maybe a sign of how to react. He wished he had the answers because it would make everything far easier. The most he could do was intertwine his fingers with Dorian's. "You saved him. For that, I will be forever grateful," he said earnestly. "I'm scared for him, but the person I trust most is looking after him. We'll take the next steps tomorrow."

The Tevinter stared at their fingers, watching as Baz ran his thumb over his knuckles. "How did you do it?" Dorian asked. "Keep it together."

"You might recall I didn't. Someone had to feed me and remind me life keeps going," Baz reminded him. Back then, they'd just been figuring out what it meant to bring Dorian into the Cousland family. "I'm pretty sure he told me he'd stay at my side and held me until I stopped crying."

Dorian shook his head, looking at Baz with awe. "I love you," he managed, voice cracking as he leaned over for a brief kiss.

"I love you too. Now let's wash up dear. I'd like some time with you before you return to work tomorrow and Flanagan asked that I spend the night watching over him," Baz said.

They spent a short while cleaning up together. As Baz helped wash Dorian's back, he noticed a new burn scar on his shoulder blade. He made a mental note of its placement, so he could ask about it in the morning. For now, he lightly pressed his lips against it and gingerly washed it, careful not to irritate it.

"I'm out of shape," Dorian complained, scrubbing his head.

"Doubt it, with the way you carry on in bed. Probably healthier to not go on month long expeditions and be on a rationed diet," Baz shrugged. He hooked his arm around to grasp Dorian's stomach. "Besides, it leaves me more Pavus to love."

Dorian shook his head, smacking him in the face with wet hair. "I guess this Cousland guy is alright," he joked, craning his head for a quick kiss on the cheek.

In retaliation, Baz pressed another to his scarred shoulder. "If I'm just alright, then, I'll go check in on our son," he taunted, squirming out of Dorian's grasp and out of the shower.

"Baz, get back here," he called, stopping the flow of water to chase after him. Dorian found Baz at the sink, smirking at him in the mirror.

He cocked an eyebrow at Dorian as he lathered up his cheeks to shave. Instead of responding, the magister took the time to suck a love bite into Baz's shoulder. "I wasn't going to let you leave without a souvenir," he muttered once he was satisfied with his work.

Cousland shook his head finishing his shave before kissing Dorian one more time. "When we're feeling better, I'll want to indulge in your full portfolio of talents," he whispered, before slipping into his nightclothes and a dressing gown.

Dorian sent him back to Flick's room with a smack on the ass and the promise they would talk again in the morning.

[dutchwinter]

tbh the piss kink for me is mostly the holding/desperation part. or the exhibitionism of pissing in public or where you shouldnnt be even if youre alone but mostly like in public. why am i confessing this with nothing prompting it at 1035 pm on a wednesday night. anyway what is in it for you guys

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[rebornologist]

Hello babe! I love you so so much and your fungus + fish pictures ;)) Can't wait to see you again and go crazy for girlie night kekekeke 🤪 Anyway time to indulge in my toxic trait 👁👄👁 Can I have an imagine for 🔧 where he has a fight with their s.o. over him always working and never making time/canceling last minute on date nights 😭but you know instead of the typically they both say some hurtful shit and cool off and apologize and makeup, I WANT IT DRAMATIC, MY TOXIC TRAIT! I WANT S.O. TO LEAVE WITHOUT A WORD LIKE 🔧 SAYS SOME SHIT LIKE I ENJOY WORKING THAN GOING ON THESE STUPID DATES AND LEAVES TO HIS WORKSHOP AND S.O. IS JUST SHOCKED PACK THEIR BAGS AND LEAVES NO NOTE NO NOTHING. eh you can decide to end it however you want whether he finds s.o. and makeup or he ain't see them ever again 🤡 love you bby gurl my best stem major girlie 💓 💗 💖 💕 😘

hiii baefie ♡♡ I didn't adhere completely to the prompt and ngl I just lost steam at the few hundred words pt, but I hope this is some juicy drama for you :') xx

♡ SPANNER/READER silly date night drama˚₊⁺˳✧ warnings: ngl reader just stonewalls him, I don't condone this behaviour count: 1035 words

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It wouldn’t happen again.

You told yourself that you wouldn’t let it happen again, and he promised you the same.

So you sit there, scrolling on your phone, checking your texts with him, wondering why it seemed to be happening again.

‘bb?’ you shoot him a message, chewing on your bottom lip as you try to suppress your dreadful thoughts. He doesn’t even read the message for a while, and you spend a few minutes fixing up your jewelry and makeup before nervously checking the phone again. Nothing.

You decide to call him.

He doesn’t pick up, and that’s when you feel that familiar frustration light up inside of you, like a match was struck.

Your phone pings with a new text.

‘srry working.’

You scoff when you read it, and call again.

“Hey, babe—” he mumbles, speaking with the same lazy tone and muffled by the lollipop in his mouth. He’s working.

“Hi, how much longer are you working for?” You nearly spit out, trying and failing to put a cap on your mounting annoyance.

He doesn’t reply for a moment, and you just hear rustling as he puts his phone on speaker and sets it down to return to the task at hand. You raise an eyebrow, and he finally clears his throat.

“I’ll be in the shop overnight, one of the—”

“So no date night??” At this point, you’re unable to mask the disappointment in your voice.

More rustling and shuffling sounds, the quiet clang of metal against metal. “Huh..? Oh, tonight? I can’t.”

Your response was delayed as well, but for other reasons. You look at the little gift that you had so thoughtfully put together for him. You weren’t sure how it happened, but next thing you know, there were warm tears streaming down your face, as your mind swirled with thoughts of him having the audacity to sound like he was brushing you aside yet again. And you were probably screaming, but your ears felt clogged and he sounded even more muffled over the phone.

“You never can! Maybe you might as well build a robot partner for yourself, because you clearly cannot respect the needs of a human one!”

“[Y/n], when did I ever.. say anything about dis..respecting you?” he groans, biting down on the stick between his teeth.

“You don’t respect my time, Spanner! Over and over again, you keep canceling on me, completely abandoning our plans, leaving me waiting. I don’t want all of our time spent together to be in your musty workshop. We’ve been wanting to go out for so long!”

That seemed to strike a nerve with him. He whips his head over to face his phone this time, quickly pulling the lollipop out and clearing his throat.

“Maybe I enjoy spending my time in my fucking workshop?!”

He’s met with silence. You swallow your sobs quietly, and end the call.

He goes back to work, but not before quickly sending you a text: ‘will talk to yuo tmrw’.

He does not get to talk to you tomorrow. You decide it yourself. You pack your essentials, realizing that you don’t even want to be here when he comes back to your shared living space. You pull up to Colonello and Lal’s place, spending the weekend in their guest room and talking through some of your feelings with them over take out and a bottle of wine.

When Spanner returns the next day to find all of your key belongings missing, he completely just bluescreens and his brain is scrambled. He sends a string of confused texts, calls a few times, gets left on delivered and sent to voicemail, and finally he reaches out to ask Irie what the fuck happened. He panics for a solid day, checking his phone every few hours, turning over pillows for any hidden notes, biting every lollipop stick down to just pulpy paper sludge before spitting it out bitterly.

What makes it worse is that he finds the wrapped gift on the dining table, the one thing that slipped your mind when you left. You also left your key behind; it may have also just slipped your mind, but it signaled to him that you did not intend to return.

Now, depending on whether and how you decide to get him back in the loop of what you were thinking, feeling, and doing, the situation could resolve itself fairly amicably or very unfortunately.

If you contact him later on, explaining yourself and actually discussing why you felt the need to up and leave, he would.. do his best to understand, and express that he would rather you not do that again and leave him in the dark like that, but the experience might actually light a fire under his ass to commit to the time he promises to spend with you. Unfortunately, I think that also means that he makes less date plans with you just so he can be realistic about fulfilling them, especially when it’s crunch time for him. You get your fill of quality time by spending it with him in his musty (it's really clean, actually) workshop in addition to the very sweet dates he takes you on every once in a long while.

If you just go on ghosting him, it would take him a good week to come to the conclusion that you.. don’t want to see him ever again. He opened the gift box in case there was a note from you in it, and there was. It was a really sweet little message encouraging him to cut himself some slack and take some time off for rest between working on his machines, and that you’re here for him when he needs to turn his brain off and just bask in your affection… clearly, you’re not always here for him. That note and the little gift you had included makes his head hurt every time he looks at it, so he sets it aside in a corner of his shop with the intention of leaving it untouched until you come back to him. He’s sooo avoidant rip. SpannerY/n, y’all had a good run.

fin.✧

[stealingyourbones]

DPxDC Prompt Masterlist #1001-1050

1001. Ghosts Are Beyond Time 1002. Dash Runs Tests on Star Labs 1003. Jazz is Clark's Intern 1004. Supes Prime Punched Hole into DP 1005. Amity has Lead Poisoning 1006. Jason Avoids Ghost Fighting Sickfic 1007. Danny the Ectonaut 1008. Junior College Student Danny 1009. MotherBoxy 1010. Corpse AU 1011. GK calls JLDark Hotline 1012. GK RH Goon 1013. Damian Avoids Ghost Fighting Sickfic 1014. Ghost Wail Perfect Mimicry 1015. Ghosts are Radioactive 1016. John Jones meets Plasmius 1017. Dash works for Ferris Air 1018. Val works for Ferris Air 1019. Zatarra vs Box Ghost 1020. Clayface steps in Ectoplasm 1021. Constantine is Fentons' Ex 1022. Dash Central Cougars 1023. Ice Core 1024. Will o' Wisp! Ghost Core 1025. Casual Ghost Contract 1026. Soul Trading Card 1027. Flatland!Ghost Core 1028. Ghostly Bread 1029. Dani is a Talon 1030. MY CABBAGES! 1031. Nightengale Triplets 1032. Gun Store Owner Jazz 1033. Uncanny!Amity Parkers 1034. Unique Metagene Danny 1035. Mosquito!Ghost Blobs 1036. Danny goes to Meta Resource Centre 1037. Tim stuck in GZ 1038. Accidental Proposal AU 1039. Gordon is a Fenton 1040. Riddler vs. Ghost Writer 1041. Ghost!Batman 1042. Fae Rules 1043. Deep Sea Ghost!Danny 1044. Proto Core!Batman 1045. 99 Red Balloons but Blob Ghosts 1046. Formaldehyde Rat!Jason 1047. Tax Worker Danny 1048. Effervesence. 1049. Cartoon!Ghosts 1050. Not!GK AU

[aquietwritingcorner]

Blood-Stained Tiles

Title: Blood-Stained Tiles Day: Febuwhump Day 14 Prompt:   Blood-Stained Tiles Fandom:  TMNT 2003 Word Count: 1035  Author: aquietwritingcorner/realitybreakgirl Rating:  T Characters:  Donatello, Raphael Warning: Blood Summary: Don sat on the stool, staring down at the floor beneath him, and breathing slowly. He was coming out of his medical headspace, the frame of mind that he had to enter to be able to treat his brothers without completely freaking out. It always took him a moment to do that, after he released the injured brother into the care of the others, and let feeling seep back in.

It was just harder this time, because it was his father. Notes:     ff.net || AO3

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Blood-Stained Tiles

Don sat on the stool, staring down at the floor beneath him, and breathing slowly. He was coming out of his medical headspace, the frame of mind that he had to enter to be able to treat his brothers without completely freaking out. It always took him a moment to do that, after he released the injured brother into the care of the others, and let feeling seep back in.

It was just harder this time, because it was his father.

Don had more experience than he wanted working on mutant turtles. From basic sprains and small stitches to minor surgeries, Don had done what he could and had just prayed that there wouldn’t be a time when the damage required more knowledge than he had, or tools than he had access to. But mutant rats? He didn’t have nearly as much experience working on them.

Working on his father.

The attack had been quick and fast, fast enough that it had taken all of them by surprise. That was probably why Mikey hadn’t moved as fast as he should have, and why Master Splinter had jumped in the way. The Foot Ninja—one of Khan’s, not one of Karai’s—had delivered a devastating blow. It would have been bad for Mikey, and he had the benefit of a tougher shell and plastron. Splinter had none of that, and the steal claw that the ninja had launched at him, connected to the end of a chain, had pierced him deeply in the upper chest, and then ripped harshly out of him.

The brothers had gone crazy, Leo and Raph practically destroying the Foot that were all around while Don rushed to Splinter’s side, Mikey holding on to their father in a hysterical kind of shock. It had been a rush from there, as Don snapped into his medical mindset. He had ended up yelling at Mikey, to snap him into being able to help, and then had delivered orders to Raph and Leo, the two of them loading their father up and all of them rushing him home.

Don had worked feverishly, doing the best he could to stop bleeding, to close wounds, and to stitch his father’s body back together, snapping out orders and commands to his family, which they’d responded to without fail. He’d never seen his father hurt this bad in quite this way, and he had been panicking in the back of his mind the whole time. But he’d kept himself firmly in his medical mindset until he had done everything he could for his father and turned him over to his brothers for the clean-up.

And then he’d sat down on this stool, stared at the blood-stained tiles under his feet, and not moved.

A fog had settled over his brain as what just happened, as what he’d had to do, hit him hard. It felt like he was caught in some sort of loop in his mind, and he couldn’t break out of it. That was blood on the ground. His father’s blood. There was so much of it. And he couldn’t just replace it. It wasn’t the same as the blood of him and his brothers. It wasn’t the same as human blood. It wasn’t the same as regular rat blood. It was wholly unique. He just had to hope that the saline that he had given him would be enough to sustain his father until his body could make more blood.

There was just so much.

Don could feel the fog begin to lift as he began to shake. The emotions were starting to hit him now, hard and fast, and he struggled to keep his breathing under control. He couldn’t have even described the swirl of emotions he was feeling if he had wanted to—not that he was sure there were words for all of them—but it felt like he was drowning in them.

Footsteps came into the room, and Don could hear soft conversation, although he wasn’t really paying attention to it. The footsteps moved on, closer to him, and Don heard a couple of soft curses from Raph.

“Shell, we gotta clean up in here,” his brother muttered under his breath, clearly not intending on being heard. Instead, he moved closer to Don, and Don could feel more than see Raph squat down next to him. His brother’s arm slid across his shell, and without a word, Raph drew him closer.

Don shuddered, and without a word, just leaned into his brother and cried.

Raph held him, let him shake and sob and gasp for breath in his strong, protective hold. Don clung, at some point bringing his arms up, holding on to Raph in return. Raph murmured calming words and phrases to him, letting Don get it all out for as long as he needed to.

Finally, when it seemed that Don had calmed, Raph pulled back a little, just enough to look at Don’s face. He stared at him for a moment, apparently satisfied with whatever he found.

“You did good, Donnie,” he said. “Father’s gonna be alright. He’s gotta heal up, but he’ll be fine. You did good, Donnie.”

Don took in another shuddering breath, but nodded. “Thanks, Raph,” he said, his voice rough.

Raph nodded, and then pulled Don to his feet. “Come one, Don. Let’s get you out there on the couch with Mikey and something warm to drink. I’ll take care of this mess.”

Don didn’t feel like objecting, and he let Raph lead him out of their medical area. Raph deposited him on the couch, draping a blanket on him. Mikey immediately cuddled into him, and Don returned it, both brothers needing the comfort. Raph left, and then came back, pressing a warm drink into Don’s hand, and taking a cold one from Mikey. He returned with another warm one for Mikey, and put it into his hands, before he disappeared again.

It was calming, sitting here like this, even soothing in a way. But even as the TV played mindlessly in the background, and Don leaned into the warmth of Mikey, he knew that he would never forget the sight of those blood-stained tiles.

[vodika-vibes]

Vodika, my beloved, I'm so sorry I didn't drop this in when you first opened your event, but yesterday was probably the craziest day I have had at work in a long time, then I had obligations in the evening, and I didn't get home until 11pm which was already way past my bedtime 😂

I digress... I am here now to congratulate you on your 400 followers!!! They're all so well-deserved. I get a little teary-eyed just thinking about when you first started out 🥹 Then you wrote that Alpha-17 fic request, and you sky-rocketed into the atmosphere! I'm so proud of you, darling 💚💚💚

Without further ado, my request goes a little something like this... For my bouquet, may I have Purple Lilacs and Calla Lillies wrapped in a beautiful pink ribbon? And for my pairing, perhaps a Five x Fem!Reader where Fives has fallen head over heels for the reader and wants to impress her?

I'm thinking sweet, soft, and romantic vibes, with just a hint of nerves, a dash of overthinking, and a pinch of embarrassment.

I'm so excited and can't wait to see what you come up with!!! I know it will be wonderful and amazing, just like you 😘

Please and thank you, with love,

@the-bad-batch-baroness

It Could Be Love

Summary: You are going on your first date with Fives

Pairing: ARC Trooper Fives x F!Reader

Word Count: 1035

Warnings: Fluff. Like cotton candy levels of fluff

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni

Prompts: Calla Lilies - Beauty and Magnificence; Purple Lilacs - first love

A/N: 🥺BAABE! You say that nicest things to me! I'm so glad that you sent a request! That you always send requests! Especially since I started writing fics in the first place because of how kind you were to me at that beginning! ❤️❤️❤️I hope you enjoy your Fives fluff!

Nervously you card your fingers through your hair as you watch yourself in the mirror. You twist this way and that, looking for any flaws and imperfections with your outfit, before you exhale and smooth your skirt.

You have a date.

No. To be more specific. You have a date with the most attractive man you’ve ever met in your life, and you’re incredibly anxious about it.

Fives is handsome and confident, with a natural charisma that is insanely attractive, and you still can’t really believe that he asked you, of all people, out.

What if you say the wrong thing? What if Fives doesn’t like your outfit? What if your reservation is canceled? What if he’s not that interested-?

No. No, you’re borrowing trouble.

If he wasn’t interested, he wouldn’t have asked you out.

You’re just overthinking everything.

You take a deep steadying breath, and look over your outfit one more time. A white sundress with a pink sash, and a matching pink ribbon braided through your hair and matching pink sandals. 

It’s a cute ensemble, casual enough that you’re comfortable in it, but class enough that you can get away with wearing it at all but the most high end restaurants. 

You glance at your chrono, and your stomach flips with anxious excitement.

Fives should be here shortly.

You slip out of your bedroom, and head to the front door to slide your sandals on, just as the doorbell rings. 

You take a moment, just a moment, to take a deep breath to settle your nerves, and then you hit the button next to the door. And then you favor the man on the other side of the door with a bright smile, “Fives! You’re early.”

He is, by about fifteen minutes. But you don’t mind, the more time you spend with him the happier you’ll be, after all.

He laughs, and rubs the back of his neck, “Yeah, sorry. I’ve actually been waiting outside for about thirty minutes.” Fives admits. “I’m a little…eager.”

You move to the side and silently invite him in, “You didn’t have to wait outside, Fives. I would have been more than happy to let you wait inside.” You say warmly, “But it is nice to know that I’m not the only one eager.”

He flashes a grin at you, and you feel your heart skip a beat. It really isn’t fair how handsome he is. 

“You look beautiful, Mesh’la.” Fives says then, lifting his hand to lightly brush his fingers against the pale pink ribbon in your hair, “I feel underdressed now.”

Your face heats at his compliment, “Thank you. I bought the whole outfit specifically for this date. Is it too much, do you think?”

“No. No, it’s perfect.” He says immediately, and then a sly grin crosses his face, “You bought a whole outfit, just to show off for me?”

“When you say it like that it sounds weird,” You say sheepishly.

“I’m flattered. You didn’t have to. You would have been just as stunning in jeans and a tee shirt…or a burlap sack.” Fives says cheerfully, “I would have looked underdressed either way.”

“I think you look very nice,” You say with a shake of your head. And he does. Somehow he managed to get his hands on a set of civilian clothes, and is wearing a nice dark blue button down shirt, and black slacks. He looks amazing, actually.

“Thanks. They were a gift. From Senator Amidala and General Skywalker.”

You shoot him an odd look, “I wasn’t aware you were so close to Senator Amidala.” You finish sliding your sandals on, and then smile up at him.

“Yeah, I didn’t either. But apparently my brothers have loud mouths, and she found out about this date from General Skywalker.” He pushes his fingers through his curls, “Imagine my surprise when I got woken up this morning because Senator Amidala and her Handmaidens were giving me a makeover.”

You giggle, “Well, you look amazing.”

“I now have more clothes than I know what to do with.” Fives says with a sigh, though there’s an amused glimmer in his eyes, “At least I’ll be able to stand next to you without embarrassing you.”

“I would never,” You reply, “You’re…” You falter as you try to think of the right word, “Magnificent.”

A startled laugh falls from his lips, “Is that right?”

Your face heats again, “That’s a weird compliment, isn’t it?”

He grins at you and offers you his hand, “No, beautiful. A little surprising, maybe, but I’m glad you think so highly of me.”

You take his hand and Fives grins at you as he gently twirls you, “Beautiful.”

“Me or the dress?”

“You, of course. The dress only enhances what’s already there.” Fives spins you again, “You know, we still have a bit of time before our reservation-”

“I know, I tried to get an earlier one-”

He shushes you with a press of his finger against your lips, “I’m not complaining, beautiful.” Fives reassures you with a gentle smile, “I’m wondering if you might be interested in dancing with me?”

You stare at him, startled, and then you duck your head, “I’d really like that.” You whisper shyly, before you glance up at his face.

Fives’ smile is soft, and he’s looking at you like he’s never seen anyone quite like you before. Slowly you reach up and slide your fingers against his cheek and his eyes slide shut.

“Fives?” You whisper.

“Hm?”

“Can I kiss you?” You ask, your voice barely a whisper in your quiet apartment.

“I’d like that a lot,” He replies, his voice just as soft.

You push up to stand on your toes, and he ducks his head just a little bit, and your lips ghost against his.

It’s a soft kiss. Shy and gentle, almost.

It ends as quickly as it begins, but Fives keeps his lips hovering just over yours. “You know,” He murmurs, “I could love you, if you let me.”

You smile at him, soft and loving, “Funny,” You whisper, “I was thinking the same exact thing.”

And then his lips are against yours again as he walks you deeper into your apartment.

[sleepyprompts]

Prompt #1035

“I’m telling you that you can be lazy, you should thank me for it.”

[ao3feed-hitoshi-shinsou]

Audacity

Audacity by KiriKiriBonBon

Drabble Wrong Prompt from Twitter

Denki doesn't want to be here watching these people flirt with his boyfriend

Words: 1035, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 5 of ShinKami Drabbles

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga)

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Kaminari Denki, Shinsou Hitoshi, Original Characters

Relationships: Kaminari Denki/Shinsou Hitoshi

Additional Tags: Drabble, Drabble Collection, Alternate Universe - Future, Jealousy, Established Relationship

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/45675010