#send me prompts and shiz

[delespresso]

WINNER TAKES IT ALL ━━ Fiyero x fem!reader

author's note; my only knowledge of wicked is from the movie, so that's what this is based on lol. i unfortunately do not live in a place where we have broadway/west end things (very sad coz i love musicals deeply) ps; not proofread!

prompt; “If I beat you, you have to kiss me” “That’s- wait, what?”

summary; weekend games were normal in shiz, but fiyero has a different idea of a game when it comes to the girl who caught his eye

━━ ☄. *. ⋆

Fiyero Tigelaar was used to charming the pants or skirt of anyone. He had people eating out the palm of his hand before he even said a word.

Imagine the slap in the face he received when she didn't even bat an eye at him. If anything, she always seemed annoyed whenever he was even mentioned or within proximity.

So he did what any other person would do — he kept pestering her. He was quick to become a thorn in her side and constantly shadowing her and showing up wherever she went. It came to a point where she was sure he was trying to be her extra limb.

During the weekend games, where everyone at Shiz gathered either in the courtyard, gardens or open fields depending on the game they wanted to play, he was even more incessant.

"Have you no one else to annoy?" she questioned as he stood beside her while they were playing a game of croquet.

Fiyero was leaning on his mallet, letting it rest on the grass as he gave her his typical nonchalant smile.

"None as entertaining as you, I find it stimulating," he replied.

She glanced up at him, the look on her face showing clear annoyance. Why was he choosing her to annoy, of all people? She was just a girl trying to surf through her university life, get good grades and have a bit of healthy fun on the side.

Without a certain winkie prince ruffling her feathers every other second.

"Its unbecoming of a fine lady to frown every moment of the day," he quipped.

She huffed out a chuckle, walking over with her own mallet in hand. She shifted to aim properly, before giving a gentle nudge to the ball that ended up right through a wicket.

Fiyero let out a low whistle, as if he was so impressed.

"Not bad," he hummed.

"You know, your praise isn't very stimulating," she quipped.

That made him smirk, a mischievous gleam in his eyes. She regretted her comment immediately but she didn't back down either.

"I'm sure we can find something that works," he retorted.

"You make me want to hurl," she replied.

"Ouch," Fiyero pouted, putting a hand to his heart. "You wound me, darling."

She imitated his pout, before turning away with a roll of her eyes. It felt like every little movement she made was being tailed by him. Their game only got more intense as it went on. Even the other players were a little concerned at how competitive they were.

The constant back and forth jabs, the heckling in hopes the other would miss their shots. It was a never ending loop.

It was the last round by now. Fiyero knew he was on the brink of losing — he was too easily distracted by her earlier. Now she was about to take the last shot, and if she made it then she'd most definitely come on top.

Now that couldn't happen. Not on his watch.

He walked around the field, going over to her side as she lined up her shot. He waited, watching the way her forehead creased slightly as she focused, the subtle pout on her lips.

Oh, her lips.

Then he had a cheeky little idea. With a finger rubbing his chin, he leaned in slightly closer just before she'd hit the ball.

"If I beat you, you have to kiss me."

His whisper right by her ear had warm breath fanning her skin. That was enough to send a random, odd shiver down her spine. Then his words registered just as she took the shot.

"That's— wait, what?"

She was knocked way off balance to the point her ball went completely south from the wicket. Nowhere close to how her shots had been so perfect before this.

Her jaw fell slack as she looked at the ball. Especially the distance between it and the wicket.

"Well, seems to me you're beat, darling," Fiyero mused.

She was still completely stunned by the fact. Especially considering she was always good at croquet — it was practically her game for crying out loud. In comes this stupid little prince charming knocking her off her game with a simple bet that wasn't even agreed upon.

Fiyero found it all completely amusing. Especially how flustered she was by a few simple words. He was definitely taking note of it.

"So?" he hummed, his body tilting to the side to be closer to her.

She turned her head, her eyes narrowed in a glare as she looked up at him. She wanted to smack that smug, cheeky look off his face with her mallet.

"No," she said simply.

She left the mallet in the provided space, trudging off the field and away from him. Hopefully for a really long time. He called out for her, unable to help the laugh that left him as she practically ran away at the mere idea of kissing him.

"Adorable," he mused to himself.

If Fiyero's life mission was to pester her, hers was to avoid him. She'd managed it for two solid days now. In and out of classes at the speed of light, no more lingering in the library unless she desperately needed a certain book and certainly no more courtyard homework.

Even her roommate was getting concerned by her behaviour, but she shrugged it off as her not wanting to be outside in public.

At some point it got stifling though, so she left the dorms at night. It was quite late and she wanted to go on a walk. So she went out to the gardens, past curfew. It was only for a few minutes anyway — she didn't see any harm done.

Until of course, someone else was already there. In her favourite spot. Playing with a stray puppy.

She couldn't avoid him for that long, clearly. As she attempted an escape, Fiyero looked up — their eyes meeting. And then came his cheeky little smile again. She was suddenly glad it was dark out, so he couldn't see her fully.

“And what's a good girl like you doing loitering past curfew?”

She rolled her eyes and shook her head, deciding to just go with it. She stepped a little closer — for the fresh air. Totally nothing to do with him.

“Can't sleep,” she shrugged, her arms folded as she looked down at the puppy.

Bending down, she reached her palms out. The little thing was quick to jump and put its paws on her hand, licking at her skin. A smile pulled on her lips as she entertained the puppy.

“You've been avoiding me.”

“You've been pestering me.”

Fiyero chuckled at her quick retort, shaking his head as he sat on the grass.

“Do you always have an answer for everything?” he questioned.

“Why do you think I read?” she quipped. “I understand the concept is foreign to you, seeing as you can't read.”

“Ah ah,” he clicked his tongue. “I can read perfectly well, princess. I simply choose not to tire my brain.”

“So you choose to tire your tongue by vexing me with every word that comes out of your smart mouth?”

He grinned — two days of nothing and now he was getting quite his fill of fun.

“You just called me smart,” he mused.

“Is that all you heard?” she scoffed.

“Selective hearing. I choose not to invite negativity and stress,” he shrugged with a cheeky smile.

The chuckle that left her was a welcomed one. He liked that, the way she laughed even if they were arguing.

“Why don't you like me?”

The question left him before he even thought about it. Then again, he wasn't really known for thinking, was he?

She paused from petting the puppy, turning her head to him instead. Her head tilted, before she moved to sit on the grass properly as well.

“I never really said that,” she said.

“You've implied it.”

“Oh, so you do pick up on context clues?”

He laughed then, unable to help the way her words amused him a little too much. He was always upbeat, sure, but she seemed to make him smile a little more than usual. Even now — their smiles were matching.

“I don't not like you,” she eventually corrected. “I just find my focus elsewhere.”

His brows raised as he leaned forward, his arms on his knees as he watched her. Not the way she was playing with the dog, or their surroundings. He was just looking at her face in the dim light.

“So you do like me?” he asked.

“I tolerate you.”

“Already an upgrade,” he hummed. “Just tolerate?”

“Don't push it,” she warned light-heartedly.

The sound of their chuckles were the only thing reverberating in the quiet garden, as well as the dog rolling around on the grass at her affections. They sat there for a long while, maybe an hour or so. Until eventually they both got up to get back to their dorms.

“You still owe me,” he said on their walk back.

Considering they'd both snuck out past curfew, they were rather casually strolling back to the dormitories. Her brows furrowed faintly as she looked up at him, still falling in step beside him.

“I beat you,” he reminded.

Her brows immediately relaxed as she shot him another look. Except this time it wasn't annoyed or exasperated, even if she tried. It was softer, maybe a little more amused.

He walked her to the stairs of her block, lingering for a moment. As she took a step upwards, she paused. Fiyero waited with a raised brow when she turned back.

Then she leaned down, planting a kiss on his cheek.

“Now we're even.”

Safe to say, Fiyero had sweet dreams that night onwards — especially when the daily pestering started to receive warm welcomes.

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[queerbutstillhere]

hey, i hope youre doing well!! if you feel so inclined, i think #2 with damijon (shippy or not, whichever works!) and bruce or lois would be nice!

2.   “Get out!” “Please let me explain.” “Out!”  

cw: for accidental injury of a loved one

The sickening crunch was enough to make Jon's stomach flip on its on. He staggered back, and the twisted look of pain made him want to throw up then and there. Damian fell to the floor, grabbing at his arm as he hissed in pain. The older teen didn't make any other sign that he was hurt, other then the slight rocking and how he was cradling his arm. But Jon knew. Jon had known immediately.

What had happened was this, Damian had thrown a punch at Jon. They had been training, but Jon had just asked for a break, and Damian neglected to accommodate him. He had lunged after him, and in a fit of anger, Jon had whipped around and grabbed his arm, twisting and yanking in a fast, cruel move. The snap had been instant. "Oh my gosh, Damian, I'm so sorry!" The thirteen year old cried, stepping forwards towards his best friend. "Don't touch me!" Damian snapped, kicking out and hitting Jon in the knee. He barely felt it. "Boys, what's going on?" Jon stiffened, feeling even sicker as he heard Bruce walking over. "I'm fine!" Damian turned his anger towards his father, but Bruce knew better then to believe him. He scanned over Damian, and then Jon, who seemed physically fine, and it was like he instantly knew. "Jon what did you do?" "I'm sorry I didn't mean too, I just-" Bruce didn't let him finish, having gently taken Damian's arm. He must've instantly felt the break. "I think you should go home now," Bruce said, but he wasn't harsh. He looked a little sad, almost. "I'm sorry, I-" Jon looked down at Damian, into his green eyes. He saw how unfocused they were, how they were starting to fill with tears. He must be in tremendous pain. "Get out, Jon." Even this wasn't mean, he could tell Bruce was trying to be gentle, but still do what was best for his child. "Please let me explain," he whispered, crossing his arms over his body, hugging himself. Bruce shook his head sadly, easily picking up Damian. He was so small. Why was he still so small? "Out." He nodded back towards the doors of the batcave. "I'm sorry," Jon whispered out again, hanging his head. He turned and left, feeling sick. Feeling like he was going to cry. He was horrible. How could he hurt Damian like that? He made it back home, and crawled into his bed, curling up, covering his head with the blankets, and then just started crying. He had hurt his best friend.

[lafeae]

Looking For Whump And Hurt/Comfort Prompts!

So, a while ago, I did the ‘Bad Things Happen’ Bingo Board, of which you may remember. I have compiled all of those into a series on AO3 listed appropriately as:

Whump/Hurt/Comfort Challenge

I’m a sucker for this shiz. I love all sorts of prompts and ideas, and I’m looking for more to work on. There’s a lot of great tumblrs out there with these ideas, but I suppose, since a lot of you wonderous folks have probably read one or more of these stories and may be interested in this sort of thing as well, you might have a few ideas bobbing around of that nature. Of which include:

Sickfics

Accidents

Natural Disasters

Caretaker situations

All that jazz. It doesn’t have to be crazy bad, sometimes it’s small things like fevers or even helping someone get over a bad happening in life, like a job loss, or bad news. Sometimes it’s crazy and gritty dealing with being kidnapped. Almost anything goes, really. Almost. I won’t do anything with kids, r*pe, pregnancy (and considering this is mainly for Seto/Joey from Yu-Gi-Oh!, I don’t think there’s much worry there) and generally I try to avoid character death. It’s good whump, but sometimes not the sort of vibe I’m looking for.

So if you’re up for gooey, caretaker, whumpy or hurt/comfort-y goodness, hit me up. Definitely wanna work on some stuff.

Looking for KaiJou (Puppyshipping, Violetshipping).

(I can also do original! But that’s gonna end up getting you a whole bag of my random OCs, I promise).

Dialogue Prompts!

If you prefer to use this, that’s all good too! Or any prompt. For the above prompts, send me the number, for any you find randomly, just send me the whole prompt/dialogue bit and I’ll work it in! Of free form! I’m all for anything! Butter me up with these, my fine fellows!

And thank you!

[honeycombstrawberry]

cold enough to chill my bones

pairing: peter parker (spider-man) x reader (gn pronouns)

rating: gen

word count: 631

prompt: “fluffy peter parker/reader is always Gud Shiz”

one-sentence synopsis: the heat may be out, but peter isn’t about to let you freeze.

The temperature had dropped dramatically.

Just last week, it seemed like you had been able to wear t-shirts outside if you wanted to. Now, you were freezing cold, holed up in your apartment under all the blankets and sweaters you owned, because the thermostat was broken and even if it wasn’t, you couldn’t afford oil anyways.

You sighed, huffing warm air over your hands and rubbing them together to try to get feeling back into your fingers. It was getting dark outside, and you were concerned about Peter; he was usually home by that point, and with the sun going down earlier than usual, you just wished you knew where he was.

As if summoned by your thoughts, you heard the window slide open, bringing a gust of cold air, wind, and light snowflakes with it. You shivered, burrowing further into your covers, as Peter flung himself in, slamming the window shut behind him. He shook his head, still fully-clad in the Spider-Man suit, shaking off the snow and freeze before he tugged the mask off.

“Hi,” he said, grinning, face flush with cold and exertion. He held up his mask. “Wanna go for a ride?”

You shook your own head, vigorously. “It’s way too cold out there. I’m not going anywhere.”

Peter shrugged, tossing his mask aside and starting to strip out of the rest of his suit. “Fair enough.” He peeled the suit off and draped it over the radiator before stripping out of the thermals he kept on under the suit in the cold.

“Won’t Stark get mad about that?” you asked, peering at the suit over the furnace. Peter laughed.

“Oh, yeah,” he said, before he reached for the wrist of the suit and typed in some sort of code, sending a puff of warm, foggy air off from the suit. He snapped it out and hung it up on the back of the front door. “Forgot that it’s a fancy suit now.”

“Aren’t you cold?” you asked, watching as he disappeared into your shared bedroom in nothing but boxers. You heard him laugh again.

“The cold doesn’t bother me so much,” he called to you. You heard him rummaging around, then falling over, probably caught in his pant leg. He reemerged, finally clad in pajamas. “But just because it doesn’t bother me as bad as it used to, doesn’t mean it’s not annoying. Scooch over,” he said, motioning at your legs. You scooted backwards, and he climbed under the blankets with you, tugging you up against his side, wrapping his arms tightly around you.

“Warmer now?” you asked, and he nodded, falling back against the arm of the sofa, dragging you with him so you were tucked neatly between him and the back of the sofa, piled high with blankets.

“Much,” he assured you, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. He glanced up at the TV. “You up for a movie?”

“Sure,” you said, burying your face in his neck. He flinched back, laughing at your cold nose against his skin. You reached up and pressed the cold palm of your hand against his chest under his shirt, just to watch him laugh and squirm. He reached out and webbed the remote control over to the two of you and tapped you on the head with it.

“Are you going to behave?” he asked, and you nodded. “Good.” He leaned down and kissed you, softly. “Because I’m not.”

“No,” you groaned, as he flicked the TV on and turned it right to the news, where another report was being done on Spider-Man’s ongoing heroics. Peter snuggled in close and kept up a running commentary on the reports as you laughed and laughed, forgetting how cold you had been before he had come home.

[sylvie-writes]

Bad (2): What Happened?

First inspired by this song ➳ Bad by Lennon Stella

(Ransom Drysdale x wife reader)

Summary: What went down that fateful night...

A/n: I got carried away, and kinda forgot about the real plot lol. So there’s more fluff than angst... I think. 

Disclaimer: this chapter is sort of a filler before we get to the real shiz. 

Warnings: Cheating, mild profanity, poor writing. Ransom being an asshole (rip all the soft Ransom stories I’ve written)

As always, plz pardon any mistakes, the stories are always proofread but I tend to make many mistakes regardless.

Series Masterlist 

Picking up from where we last left off: About two months ago, your work gave its employees a week off for the holidays. It was once in a blue moon that you got to see your family, so you seized this opportunity. You wished your husband could have come, but Ransom had to stay behind to help Harlan with an upcoming novel. In truth, Ransom never saw himself reverting back to his bad ways, but who knows what entices people to change… 

They always say to choose a job that you love. Something even your own parents had drilled into your head as a young child, trying to prevent you from their own mistakes. It was known then, that if you chose a job you didn’t love, you would be metaphorically chained like a prisoner bound to the wall, or in your case, the job. 

Well, you followed their advice, and chose a job you were passionate about, something you didn’t mind studying about all those years ago in college. It’s not that you didn’t love your job, but you were tired, very tired. Life was fast paced and you were running out of fuel, so to say. So this morning when your work offered you an exclusive week off, you took the offer, worked quickly yet precisely, and flew out the door, before it was dark. Normally, you’d work more than the normal 9-5 shift, it was more like 9-7 for you, anyway.

Ransom was supposedly off today, and you wanted nothing more than to kick off your break, by eating a nice lunch with your husband. While you gave your holiday wishes to your friends, you shot Ransom a quick text asking him to call you. 

So, just as you drove down the highway, your phone steaming your favorite playlist to the car’s stereo, Ransom’s name popped up on the large screen, a picture of him in college, showing up. (yeah, you liked to tease him about his college years, when he thought he was all that and a bag of chips.) 

“Hey Gorgeous! What’s up?”

“Well… you interrupted my carpool karaoke.”

Your husband laughed along with you, before you dropped your surprise on him.

“Other than that, my work gave me the week off. No biggie though.” 

Being married to Ransom and having known him for many years, has given you a real sense of sarcasm to say the least.

“That’s amazing! You deserve it, my love.”

“Ohh, quit trying to butter me up, Ran.”

More laughter from his end, making a large grin grow on your face. Only you could ever make Ransom laugh at the stupidest things, that’s just the kind of bond you two shared. 

“Anyhoo, I was wondering if you wanted me to come pick you up for lunch?”

“Sounds great, love ya.”

“Love you too.” The rest of the drive to your house was enjoyable. Today had been spectacular, something that hadn’t happened in ages. As you continued to drive, all the amazing occurrences from today settled with you in the car, a permanent smile on your face the whole way.  

You pulled into the driveway, opting to stay in the car just to keep the warm air flowing from the vents, sending Ransom a quick text.

A few minutes later, the man himself came out, his brown suede trench coat on, your own raspberry pea coat slung over his left arm. 

The passenger door popped open, and Ransom’s warm lips pressed slowly against your cheek, instantly warming you up.

“I figured you might be cold.”

A deep laugh resonated in his stomach as he reached over the console to hand you the jacket, the one you had forgotten this morning. 

“Thanks, hon. So, where do you want to eat?”

You looked over to Ransom, whose eyes had been lovingly glued to you since he’d gotten in the car.

“How about that little sandwich shop in town?”

A bright and sweet smile graced your lips, stunning Ransom with its effect on him. His own eyes crinkling up as his frowning lips slowly formed into a content smile.

Once you had reached town about twenty minutes later, Ransom rushed out of the car the minute you had stopped the engine. His actions leaving you confused when suddenly a blurb of tan suede halted and revealed the missing man, who was now pulling your door open.  

“Wow Mr. Drysdale, since when did you become such a gentleman.”

You teased Ransom, wrapping your arm around his, embracing his warmth, and playfully kissing his nose. 

“Since you became Mrs. Drysdale.” 

His little quip caught you off guard as you weren’t expecting a response from the man. As a result of that surprise, your cheeks slightly warmed, causing you to shyly look down. It was a given, what had just happened, as Ransom knew your reactions like the back of his hand. 

That arrogant jerk knew very well what he had done and slightly leaned over to kiss your bowed head.

Confidently, Ransom spoke up, and without even looking over at him, you just knew he was smirking. 

“Still have that effect on you, huh?” 

Before you could banter back at him, your arm interlocked with Ransom’s was tugged, prompting you to look up. 

Apparently, when you were just mindlessly walking to the restaurant, Ransom had another stop on his list. One full of eye-catching flower bouquets. Blood red roses, yellow lilies, variegated tulips, you name it, they littered the glass window of the flower shop. 

As you stepped into the shop, the distinctive smell of baby’s breath filled your senses. You were still interlocked with Ransom, so at this point wherever he walked, you went. Also meaning he’d dragged you to the counter despite your words of defiance.

“Ransom, you don’t need to buy me anything. All I want is to eat lunch, with my husband.”

“And that you’ll get.”

Just when you’d thought you’d won this argument, the man continued.

“Along with the bouquet of carnations and baby’s breath please.

Your husband spoke up just a bit louder, so the man behind the counter could hear his order while also making it known to you that you were indeed gonna accept these flowers. 

Ransom quickly paid for the bouquet, coming back to lock arms with you and hand you the flowers. It was a simple bouquet yet the meaning behind the choice a lot stronger. Coral carnations ideally intermixed with the snow-white baby’s breath. The soft aroma from earlier, now in a bouquet held by your cold hands. 

When you were young, your grandmother would always buy carnations for her home, specifically the coral ones. She’d tell you about each flower and how they were all unique, capturing your curiosity. As you got older, you became more versed in floral design and structure. Soon, you were going every other day to buy fresh carnations for your grandmother. When you had first brought Ransom to meet her, she told him about the story behind carnations and when you were always buying them. 

To this day, Ransom remembers, and the carnations have since then become your flower.

If it weren’t for the constant wind, the temperature would have been enjoyable, but now your hands were slightly shaking and Ransom noticed. Taking your free hand in his, he then put your conjoined hands in his coat pocket.

Just a few more blocks and you had finally made it to the humble little sandwich shop, one Ransom had actually introduced to you. 

Mr. Miller, the owner of the shop happily greeted you both. Over the years you’ve lived in Massachusetts, you and Ransom have become regulars at this shop. It may have been a small place, with seating for only thirty people, yet the food was outstanding. Especially Mr. Miller’s Monte Cristo, your’s and Ransom’s favorite. To no surprise, that is in fact what you ended up ordering. 

As you sat at the booth, the two of you laughing and enjoying the time spent with each other, never once did it cross your mind that this was it. That this was not gonna be the normal anymore. It’d become a memory you’d end up savoring for the years of the future.

Because little did you know, that was the last time he’d ever buy you flowers, the last time he’d ever laugh with you…

The last time he’d ever really love you. 

That very next day, you woke up early to pack your bags for the unbearable flight to come. You absolutely hated the airport, but then again, who doesn’t? It was a constant marathon and by time you make it to all your gates, you’d probably lose ten pounds from running so much. There was no peace at the airport, especially with the holiday rush and you dreaded it. If only your husband could have come, it would make things ten times better, but he can’t and you aren’t going to miss this opportunity. It’s been a few years since you’ve been able to go home, and truly relax for the holidays. The years before, you’d only get to spend the weekend, but now you have the whole week and in the end, it’d be worth the living hell at the airport. 

By 10:00 am, you were all ready to go, Ransom carrying the bags to your car, sulking as he did so. He really wanted to go with you. Believe it or not, but Ransom would love to spend all his time with you if he could, except Harlan really needed his help to finish up a few things. 

With everything packed, it finally came time for you to bid goodbye. Sure, it was a week away, but this was your first Christmas as a married couple, and you couldn’t spend it together. Had things been different, you could have, but Ransom understood you missed your family. For once in his life, Ransom Drysdale thought about someone else’s benefit beside his own. 

The car running, you flung your arms around Ransom, who stood at the door, coffee in hand, balancing it as he reciprocated the hug.

He could feel your tears on his neck, running through his sweatshirt. Your head was buried in the crevice, and your sobs made his heart shatter. Ransom couldn't bear it anymore, because soon he’d be the one crying. A warm hand, ran up and down your back while soothing whispers rang in your ear.

“Oh sweetheart, it’s gonna be okay.”

Your sobs that racked your body soon ceased, Ransom pulling back to give you his best attempt at a smile. His eyes worriedly scanned over your red ones before pulling you into a soothing kiss. Releasing your lips, Ransom once again gave you a comforting smile, handing you the coffee, knowing you had forgotten your own. 

“Go on, you’re gonna be late, my love.”

On tippy toes, you pressed your lips to the corner of Ransom’s, slowly leaning away, then solemnly heading to your car. 

That night, you had called Ransom, telling him you made it safely and that you’d facetime him tomorrow. In his voice, Ransom hid his sorrow, but in truth, ever since you left this morning, he’d been wallowing in despair. What better way to drown out your sorrows than to actually do that? So just as Ransom hung up the phone, he dashed to the car and to the nearest bar, slowly easing the pain via eight beers. 

Just about to ring up the bartender for a check, a small, womanly hand slowly wrapped around his forearm, setting it back down on the counter.

“Hey stranger.”

Ransom was so intoxicated, he struggled to even focus, but all he knew was that a woman was sitting in front of him and he sure was missing his wife. It was wrong, but at that moment, his priorities blurred the minute the girl’s lips smothered his. There weren’t boundaries anymore and he knew damn well, that this lady was making his thoughts and good judgement dissipate, he forgot why he was even there in the first place. Right now, you were in the back of his drunken mind, and Blair in the front. Literally and figuratively. 

The two broke away from the kiss for air, and Ransom soon remembered the woman staring seductively at him. At this moment, the man was no longer in his own mindset and was reverting back to his old self. The playboy Ransom Drysdale was out tonight, not the man bound by the ring on his finger. 

“It’s Blair right?”

She nodded, a few waves of chestnut brown hair moving with her head. Soon drinks long forgotten, Ransom threw down a one-hundred dollar bill, taking Blair by the hand, and out the door. As he gripped her warm hand, he could feel the cold metal of his wedding ring, slightly breaking him out of his lustful haze as mentally kicked himself for what just almost happened. He let out a small laugh, you were always there to keep him in line, whether he accepted it or not. And thank god for that, he thought. After that little reminder, it was like he had sobered up.

About to send Blair back into the bar, lips peppered small kisses to his ear and his fresh mindset was thrown out the window. The sober thoughts now gone. Starting that car engine and driving out with Blair in the passenger seat, Ransom was unknowingly throwing away the best thing to ever happen to him. By doing this, long gone was the better man you had helped make Ransom become.

 If only he had been strong enough to fight the temptation and listen to the little warning the symbol of your love (his ring) gave him...

And that night, as Ransom washed away his longing for you with Blair, you laid awake in your childhood bed, happily replaying the memory of lunch with Ransom just the day before. Soon, you’d be reliving that memory in your head, more often than once, but with tears streaming down your face. 

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[revasserium]

those who make sandcastles

send me a prompt or a number and a character 

naruto reqs are: open

kakashi; 1,210 words 

a/n: how could i start off my naru-shiz with anything other than ambiguous kakashi fluffangst? 

it’s a dangerous thing, falling in love. like carving open your chest, handing someone a kunai tipped in poison, and saying -- here, have a go. and kakashi has long since mastered the art of shutting down the tingle at the base of his neck, the way his eyes linger, how his heart, even after so many years of rigorous training, still seems to betray him and beat just a little faster. 

he has a thing, he knows, for women who will never love him back. safer this way -- for all parties involved. the same way he has a thing for ice sculptures and sandcastles, things that are only ever momentary in their perfection, in their beauty, in their existence because he can never allow himself more than that. 

he meets you on the beach, or rather, the makeshift one at the edge of training ground five, designed to familiarize those who had never yet left the protective walls of konoha. he watches the way your bare feet sink into the wet sand, the way the waves lap at your ankles like daring puppies, eager for your attention. 

the way your hair is loose around our shoulders, fluttering in the slight saltine breeze. 

“it’s very late,” he says, his voice light and low and friendly as he approaches, his curiosity piquing as he runs through the list your possible identities in his head -- ninja, at least chuunin, no one else would have access to these training grounds, younger than him, perhaps, but not by much, judging by the smooth of your skin, the soft curves of your body beneath your dress -- his mind pauses. strange, that’d you be wearing civilian clothes in a training arena, but then again, you didn’t look like you’d come here with the intention of training to begin with. 

you turn your head towards him, seemingly unstartled by his appearance. 

good chakra senses, he muses, taking a few steps closer, his stance still open, relaxed, as he runs his eyes over your figure, draped in the silver moonlight, something like a daydream -- 

you laugh. 

“or very early.” 

the sound almost startles him in its clarity, it’s purity. 

his heart shatters at the sound -- the honesty of it. how could you not be broken? all shinobi are. because no one makes it out without jagged scars marring the muscle that was once upon a time a human heart -- and yet -- 

he smiles, leveling himself with you to look over the artificial ocean, the moonlight glimmering over the surface like so many shards of glass. beautiful, dangerous, illusory. 

“or that,” he offers. 

after another moment, he chances you a glance with his one uncovered eye. 

“out for a bit of late-night training?” he asks, even though he knows the answer. there’s not a single weapon in sight, no shuriken, no kunai, not even ninja wire. your chakra is calm, smooth, unlike the harried spikes and bursts often brought on by battle, or simulations therein. still, he knows there are other methods of training, most of them clan-exclusive jutsu and techniques, but he’d remember if you’re from a clan -- he’s not likely to forget a face like that. 

you quirk your head towards him, your eyes flickering over what little of his face you could see. 

“something like that.” 

he pauses. not the answer he’d been expecting. 

“mah... i’ve got a bit of free time, if you need a sparring partner.” 

you smile and turn towards him proper. that’s when he notices the small marking on your upper arm, dark and familiar and suddenly, it all makes sense. 

ANBU. 

and -- oh, but you’re so young. older then he’d been when he was in ANBU, sure, but still -- the way you smile, like it’s nothing, like the sun still shines warm along your skin even after it’s long passed the time for sunsets. 

“i appreciate the offer,” you say, your voice light and airy and just a little teasing; kakashi feels his stomach flip uncomfortably and he finds himself swallowing. 

“but it’s not a sparring partner i need, though,” you grin to yourself, a secret, darling little thing, “i suppose you could call it that. occasionally.” 

it takes half a second for kakashi to put two and two together, a hot flush working it’s way into his skin. not that you could see -- and yet. 

“ah.” 

how could he have forgotten -- the special sector within ANBU divisions, specializing in enemy line infiltration and information collection -- which, kakashi thought had always been a long way of saying sex sells. only a handful of kunoichi (and very rarely, a male shinobi) are picked from ANBU for their “potential” and kakashi can now see why it had been you. 

beautiful, and more importantly, unassuming -- nothing about you spoke shinobi in the way that’s so glaringly obvious for most others of your station. an experienced ninja could spot a fellow assassin from the way they walked, let alone the way they spoke or held themselves. but you -- 

god, he’d been stupid. 

and you, well you are good. 

“but maybe...” your voice interrupts his thoughts, and he catches himself before he can appear startled. 

“after i come back.” 

he raises an invisible eyebrow. 

“for sparring or...” he lets his voice trail off, the hint of a tease in his own voice, though it feels strange to flirt after so long. like an old muscle being stretched, the sting of it something exhilarating. 

“sparring,” he finishes, the inflection in his voice deep and suggestive. 

beside him, you shiver and he finds himself oddly pleased with the reaction. 

“hm,” you say, linking your hands behind your back and tipping your head up to look at the sky. he can’t help marveling at the boldness of the move. at how unguarded you seem, the way the pale skin of your neck stretches down over the smooth slope of your shoulder. the strap of your dress. 

it’d be so easy to kill you. 

so easy to kiss you, too. 

ah, he thinks, there it is. 

“why not both?” you ask, as if it’s a perfectly innocent, reasonable request. 

and kakashi can’t help the breath of laughter that falls from him, unbidden and a little surprised. 

“it’s a date, then.” 

the waves crest up against the tips of your toes. kakashi looks down at the way the water kisses at the edge of his sandals. he’ll have to wash them tonight, for sure. 

you nod, and the motion is less a promise, more a tangible sign of some future intangibility. because nothing is certain, and kakashi has learned long ago not to make promises he cannot keep lest the wrath of the petty gods come down to smite him as they have done before. he’s long since learned that nothing, nothing is for certain if not death itself come to collect with is dark cloak and ragged breaths. 

he knows better than to hope. and yet, somehow, he does. 

you smile. the wind picks up. 

you smell like spring leaves and a whole ocean’s worth of unspoken words. 

“it’s a date.” 

[jossambird]

hello! are you still doing one sentence prompts?? cause woah do i have IDEAS for u

Hello lovely Anon!! I AM!! 🎉🤩

I had to sadly delete MANY of my previous messages in inbox, so if ever anyone sent a previous one got no reaponse, please send them back in! ❤️

Send that shiz in pretty please, I would LOVE to read them and feel the sweet sweet Swede inspiration course through me! 🥺🙏🏻

[luci-cunt]

Hey, idk I'd you're still doing this but for the AU prompt mash up thing, andriel with royal and criminal! 😊(only if you want to of course)

Yes indeed-y I am still doing this and loving it!! love you anon!!

[Psst– send me two fic prompts and I’ll tell you how I’d mash them ;)]

Oh boy I love royal aus and I love criminals and I love andreil so this is everything I hope you enjoy non!!!!

(sorry in advance I really couldn’t stop myself, it just kept. on. going. XD):

So, Luther is king of… we’ll call it something super original: Carolina.

He’s crazy, super religious and burns people for being “witches” and stuff.

Tilda is his sister (duh), she’s also crazy but in a “I’m-gonna-go-on-a-forty-day-bender-and-come-back-unwed-and-pregnant” kinda way.

When she actually does this, Luther flips, covers the whole thing up, and throws a ball to celebrate her very sudden marriage. At the ball tho, this old lady comes up and asks if Tilda wants to know the gender of the baby, which is crazy, cause no one knows she’s pregnant ‘cept Luther and Tilda. Luther tosses the chick into a fire but not before she can spout off a prophecy, something clever and pretty vague and easily mis-readable like–

“REUNITED TWINS WILL BE YOUR DOWNFALL YOU ROTTING SIRE! AND BEWARE THE BUTCHER’S HEIR!”

However, the prophecy counts death as a reunion, so Luther can’t just kill both of them and he decides killing one of them is too risky. Luther scars one of the boys so they won’t be so identical and then boots him.

And so, Andrew Doe grows up family-less and scarred while Aaron grows up a very well guarded secret who’s not allowed to leave the palace. No one knows that Tilda has a son– let alone two– and everyone assumes the only heir to the throne is Nicholas Hemmick who’s on a weirdly long business trip? 

(naw he ran and fell in love with his husband and is thriving on another continent)

That bit about the Butcher is pretty concerning, since Luther’s main executioner is Nathan Wesninski, the infamous Moriyama family Butcher who was given as a gift of good will to Luther. It’s not like he can kill Nathan, so he just bans him from ever having kids.

Nathan’s like “fine by me” so exactly 0 of the women he fucks survive to tell the tale.

UNTIL– Mary. She escapes just barely and nine months later Neil is born but here he’s called Abram and not Nathaniel for obvious reasons XD

Anyways, Mary raises Neil on the run at the same time as Andrew’s doing the opposite of thriving. They meet by accident, Mary leaves Neil in the town Andrew’s living in and Andrew tries to rob Neil and almost gets gutted for it.

They’re like, 13 so Andrew’s like “teach me how to do that now” and Neil’s like “no go away” and he bolts off to find a new hiding spot. Andrew finds him though, and Neil runs off again. Rinse and repeat. (look, Andrew’s like 14ish and bored out of his mind)

Eventually Neil gives in and agrees to teach Andrew to protect himself if Andrew agrees to steal some fresh fruit for Neil as payment

Andrew agrees, steals fruit and Neil starts training with him and they become quick friends. Neil mentions he wants to become a Knight someday and explains that him and his mother are running from his father (but doesn’t mention who that is)

Andrew spills that he’s never had anyone and that he thinks Knights are stupid.

But then Mary returns, she snatches Neil up and whisks him away to another town and Andrew’s alone again. He doesn’t like this, and there’s nothing in the town to keep him, so he finds Neil again.

Mary catches on and picks up the pace, threatens Andrew, and just tries to loose the kid any way she can but no matter what he always pops back up.

Eventually Nathan catches up to them, but this time Andrew is there. Neither he or Neil are fast enough to save Mary but they get themselves away to safety.

Together, in the dark of a barn with sheep and pigs rustling around in the warm night air, they make a vow. They swear to kill Nathan Wesninski.

Neil still wants to be a knight but he realizes that becoming one of the kings soldiers in order to kill one of the kings men isn’t exactly the smartest idea, so instead, him and Andrew go to Palmetto, a tiny little kingdom that’s on the verge of death and has an extraordinary crime rate. The queen, Kayleigh Day, died and her son went mysteriously missing, leaving the kingdom in turmoil.

Wymack is the leader of one of the largest gangs in Palmetto, but Neil and Andrew go to one of the smaller gangs first. They join, work their way up, and then talk to Wymack as equals, having taken over the gang. Wymack’s impressed, if a little wary of the two, and he offers Ally-ship.

(btw this takeover has taken years, they’re like, roughly 20′s now)

The two agree and tell Wymack about their plan to kill Nathan, Wymack admits to having contacts within the castle who could help but– it comes at a price.

He knows where the real prince of Palmetto is, and he needs them to go and rescue him. Neil and Andrew don’t like this plan but Wymack’s help is kind of necessary so they agree, queue a kickass rescue/ kidnap scene where Neil, Andrew, and the foxes all gang up to save Kevin who doesn’t know he’s being saved. 

During this tho, they run into Riko since Kevin’s basically his personal servant, his “2nd in command” blah blah or whatever

Riko has met Aaron, and he knows vaguely about the prophecy because it was kind of a hot topic, but, as far as he AND the Moriyama’s were aware Tilda only gave birth to Aaron, except, Andrew is just uncannily similar to Aaron and– oh is that Butcher hair? What did you say your name was? Neil? huh…

Riko manages to trick Neil into getting caught but Andrew and the rest of the gang escape with Kevin. Riko tries to get Neil to admit who he and Andrew are but Neil won’t admit he knows who Nathan is and he genuinely has no idea who Aaron is. 

By the time Riko finds out Kevin’s gone he’s beyond pissed. He doesn’t want to admit that he lost Day (who’s going by Kevin. No last name, the More-yams aren’t very good at hiding people) and he doesn’t want to hand Neil over without knowing that he’s the Butchers son. 

So he decides he’ll handle the whole problem himself, and then boast to Ichirou about how clever he is later, so he tells Andrew that he’ll give Neil back if Andrew gives Kevin back. 

Andrew’s like .2 seconds from doing just that but he also knows Riko probably doesn’t plan on giving Neil back at all, so he agrees to the deal but crafts a plan– he can’t kill Riko, but he can embarrass him to the point of Riko not being about to say shit without fucking himself over. 

And so Andrew takes Renee and a couple other foxes and they go to meet Riko, little does Riko know that Kevin is actually a bear enchanted to look like a man and also enchanted to be chill until they let him go (Renee’s a witch, forgot to mention that). 

However, little does Andrew know but Riko’s cursed Neil so that he has to come back to Riko in at least two days or Andrew will die. 

The deal goes down, Neil’s traded for bear-Kevin and it all seems to work out well since as soon as Andrew’s got Neil the whole group books it and once they’re out of eyesight they hear roaring and screaming. 

Everyone celebrates but Kevin knows it was too easy and he asks Neil about it, which leads to Neil spilling the facts. Kevin tells Neil that Riko doesn’t have that kind of power, there’s no way he could cast a curse that effects someone he’s never touched, but Neil doesn’t want to risk it. 

Unfortunately (or fortunately) for Neil, Kevin tells Andrew and so when Neil comes to do the whole “thank you, you were amazing,” Andrew just locks him in a room. 

There’s some tense waiting since there’s a slim chance that Riko does have that power and Andrew’s about to die– but then the deadline’s up and Andrews still around!

Now Andrew and Neil have another name on their list though, Nathan and Riko gonna die. 

Neil tells Andrew about Aaron, and they question Kevin, who barely knows anything but Andrew decides he wants to steal Aaron since their first kidnapping was so successful. 

Uuuuh, this is really long so: they kill Riko, Nathan, and Luther, Kevin is back to being king of Palmetto and quickly takes over Carolina and everyone lives happily ever after. 

(idk, if you want the ending or some shiz lemme know XDD or if you want a dif. prompt mash up also lemme know! This is so much fun XD)

[sam-winchesters-lost-shoe]

Supernatural random prompt-a-thon? (Please Read)

Because I’m stuck in quarantine and bored out of my mind, I wanted to start a writing event for the entire month of June. Basically, here’s my idea:

For 30 days starting June 1st I’ll be using a randomizer app on my phone. I’ll first of all randomize if the one-shot will be a supernatural character and the reader, or two characters from the show. If its a character and the reader, i’ll spin a wheel of names and write a prompt about them. If it’s 2 characters, I’ll spin a wheel and write about the ship I get.

Now here is where this gets fun. I’m letting you guys vote on the characters, ships, and the classic fanfic trope i’ll use (because I’m looking for some cheesy and entertaining shiz).

Below are links to a few different polls that’ll let you vote on characters, ships, and fanfic tropes based on how much you want to read about them. The higher the votes, the higher the percentage will be on the randomizer so the more likely they’ll be written about. You can also recommend additional characters and tropes at the end of the poll. For individual characters, you can pick your favorite 20. For ships, your favorite 15, and for tropes your favorite 25.

Please vote down below and check back in for the month of June if you’re interested! Also, send this to anyone interested in supernatural or reblog so more people can vote and I can see what characters you guys want me to write fanfics about!

So, here are the links! Please vote and share! Love you guys!

Click below to vote on characters: 

https://www.opinionstage.com/emmat422/what-supernatural-characters-should-i-write-about

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https://www.opinionstage.com/emmat422/favorite-classic-fanfic-tropes

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[candymayvary]

Early in a relationship between Gigi and Castiel, but post Deborah shiz. 

Gigi recognises the noise of a shutter going off like it’s nobody’s business. Especially the one her own camera makes — a little bit on the rough side, and catching on the second note. So when she sees the flash at the corner of her eye, it takes her only three seconds to blink and turn. Frown, just a little, trying to stop those dots dance in front of her eyes. For her part, at least Iris at least looks apologetic, and sets the camera down with a certain amount of reverence. In her hand was the photo, and Iris slowly shakes it out.

“Sorry, just wanted to try it out.”

And Gigi has to shake her expression out, smooth at the creases and smile. There wasn’t any annoyance, not really, and she reassures Iris of that fact. If anything, it was idle curiosity, of what prompted Iris to take her picture. Gigi wasn’t camera shy in the least, but there was warning sometimes. Maybe even a pretend shoot, like she used to at her old school, where they tried to look faraway and nostalgic, hair in the wind, twirling flowers in hand. 

That thought has her go sour again, and she mashes it down. Locks it back in it’s box, throws away the key.

So she goes for the opposite route. The puffed up flair, where she flicks her hair, smiles as brilliantly as she could manage. “Why not now?” Gigi tries to be cheeky, but Iris wasn’t nearly as slow on the uptake as people assumed. There, in the corner of her eye, was curiosity. 

Third time’s the charm, and Gigi takes the camera back from where Iris had placed it. “It’s been a while since someone has taken a photo of me. Caught me off guard a bit.” The last time, it had been a group photo, but that one was ripped up and mangled, and still sitting at the bottom of her bin with enough tape to suggest Gigi had tried to repair it. 

Holds it up, pointed at Iris. In focus, trying to not get caught in the blur of wind moving hair. A swift click, and Gigi knows these motions easily. Flicks her wrist until it develops, she can’t stop making a face at the photo Iris tries to hide. “I haven’t taken many photos either since I came here, really.”

Truth. A severe absence of photos in her room, despite all the pegs and string decorating her walls. There were marks of blutack on the mirror, and a cork board with pins sticking, but no photos. 

“Why not?” Iris prods, pokes, and is clearly trying her best not to. Gigi can respect that, and finally looks at the photo in her hands.

Sunglasses on, floppy hat, just a marginal amount of gloss hanging onto Iris’ lips. She looked beautiful, and Gigi tells her so. But that photo remains clutched to Iris’ side, as if her life depended on it. 

“Just not as fun anymore.” Which didn’t stop the persisting question of why Gigi had brought the camera out in the first place. It was more than just them, after all. Kim was snoozing not so far away, and Kentin was kicking a ball around with Nathaniel. There had been some test shots, more for Gigi than them, and everything was technical and practiced, except even she could see the photographs just didn’t have the feeling in them. “After everything back home… I dunno.” She shrugs. Whatever.

Iris blessedly doesn’t press for anything else, but does ask to borrow the camera this time. Gigi lets her run off with it, despite the pang of fear when she nearly drops it in the pond. But there was something there, maybe a little warm, in how Iris holds it so awkwardly, trying to take a photo of herself with Violette. She’d worry about it later, when she didn’t feel a need to pull the sleeves of her cardigan up.

As she continues to watch, Gigi does see Castiel this time stray closer. Still awkward, still unsure. Whilst they’d said their pieces after everything that happened with his ex, Gigi too didn’t know where they stood. But he sits, after a grunt that receives a shrug, and stretches out on the rug beside her. 

“Aren’t you worried about her with that thing?” he asks, as if trying to fill the air. 

Gigi has to shrug, at least. “Terrified, but I trust her.”

Castiel snorts, and she focuses on how Kim wakes to a ball catching her in the leg, which drags her into the organised chaos. So many polaroids in Iris’ hands as she runs back, absolutely gleeful, that she doesn’t stop talking about them until she sees Castiel seem to move. Pulls something out from underneath him, holding it up with a squint.

Finally, Gigi gets a look at the photo, and the look on her face. She’s smiling, despite herself, doodling in her book. Hair behind her ear, earring caught in the light. Gigi sees Iris then, and can’t help but compliment her on the handling of the camera. Good management of light, although her hand was a little shaky around the edges. 

Some relief seems to fill Iris, before she begins a little talk. A little talk, about how she can get rid of it if it seemed private, or Gigi didn’t want it after all. She didn’t plan on doing anything with it, she promises, but she just thought —

Gigi holds up her hands, just takes her camera back off Iris, and snaps another photo. “I love it, Iris. I can give you a few pointers next time if you want.”

Iris beams. Castiel hadn’t stopped staring. With a nudge to his shoulder, Gigi wants to make a comment, something about never seeing a girl before, but he beats her to it.

“Can I hold onto this?”

“What for?” Iris beats her this time, a mix between incredulous and hopeful, if Gigi had to label her emotions. Which was confusing. 

“Proof that Gigi can smile.”

With a roll of her eyes, Gigi can’t help the churning of her stomach at the thought. Had to remind herself that she was still mad, still hurt. Still confused. But watching Castiel out the corner of her eye, how he handled the photo Iris took, well. Well. Castiel was a lot smoother than he thought when he wasn’t being a jerk, that was for sure. Until he holds the photo up, apparently side by side, and grins. 

“Maybe the only record of a smile from you.”

Until he opened his mouth. Gigi sends him a withering glance, looks away. Finds Iris staring, still standing the same spot, a mild amount of amusement on her face. Whatever, whatever whatever. Time for her to find somewhere else to sit. 

As Gigi hurries off, holding her camera tight, she only spares a look back once. Enough to see Castiel tuck the photo into his wallet. And it’s then that she commands the butterflies in her stomach to go. Far, far away.

[dream-girls-evil]

Saw the thingy about your prompts and shiz. I’m pretty much looking for anything to write at this point so let’s see what u got :)

Hi anon! If you search on my page, I’ve posted all of my fic ideas with the tag #ahs promptsHave at it and please write more Hotgomery 😭 they have my heart and there’s only like 10 stories about them! My two favorite prompts I’ve come up with are Nora coming back to life and Billie having to take her shopping for modern clothes, and Billie going to a Lifetime premiere/party on Halloween and taking Nora as her guest.I’d absolutely love if someone wrote any of my prompts! Definitely send it to me if you do! 💕

[queerbutstillhere]

Hi can You do a skysolo mission of kidnap the imperial Prince but the prince ( Luke) appear infront on him saying " may I request something ? please, i wish to be kidnapped right away " please PD l love your prompts ❤️

The alarms going off wasn’t really good, but honestly, what did Han expect when breaking into the Imperial palace? It was fine. They were fine.

Chewie didn’t agree, but when did Han ever listen to him?

Their goal was simple, in theory. They were to kidnap the Prince of the Empire. They were to break into the palace, locate the prince in his room(since it was the middle of the night), and knock him out and smuggle him out. The only catch was that there was like a million guards.

After fighting for nearly an hour, raising a thousand alarms, and watching their whole plan go up in a garbage fire, they found the princes room. 

Now, Han knew absolutely nothing about this prince. he had been told nothing by his anonymous employer, just a brief description, and where to bring the prince should they capture him. Han wouldn’t have taken this job, had he not been so short on funds recently. He had a lot of debt to pay, okay?

Han gestured to chewie to open the door, so the Wookie slammed a pry bar into the gap in the door and started prying it open. And then suddenly the door just slid open, Chewie nearly tumbling through. Han stepped back, blaster coming up to ready position. And then he met gazes with gorgeous blue eyes. He dropped his blaster a little to take in the person. He was beautiful, if maybe a little plain, sandy blonde hair, tanned skin, bright blue eyes that were widened in surprise.

“Oh!” the man exclaimed.

Han quickly did a mental check. Blond? Check. Blue eyes? Check. About 5′8″, around 20? Yup.

“Prince Luke?” Han asked, narrowing his eyes.

“Who are you?”

“I’m Han Solo.”

“The Smuggler?” Prince Luke asked, keeping his room blocked off with his body.

“Yes?”

“Oh good. I have an urgent request. Please kidnap me.”

Han blinked at the kid a few times.

“Uh. What?”

Luke spun on his heel, walking back into his room.

“I want to be kidnapped.”

“You-” Han stopped, even as Chewie followed the kid. “You want to be kidnapped by smugglers?”

“Well its better then staying here any longer.”

Han watched Luke move around the room, throwing clothing and other things into a bag. Then he grabbed a device Han clearly recognized as a lightsaber.

“Uh. Okay. Why?”

“Is that any of your business?”

“No I suppose not. But listen kid, if you’re coming with us, we gotta go now.”

“Okay, hold on.”

Luke disappeared into another room with his bag. Han turned to Chewie, frowning.

“I’ve got a bad feeling about this.”

Chewie responded in a series of grunts and snuffles. After a moment Luke came back out.

“Okay, lets go. Where’s your ship?”

Once Han had told him, Luke spun and walked out the door, taking a left and headed away from the center of the palace.

“So, You are Luke Skywalker then?”

“Yes? Did you expect someone else?”

“No. Just thought I’d check....”

Luke threw him an odd look but didn’t say anything, just led the two smugglers through the castle, barely running into any other guards as they went.

“Oh, did you get what you came in for?” Luke asked, as they were already out of the castle, running back towards the field where Han had left the Falcon.

“Uh. Yeah. You could say that.”

“Oh Good.”

They ran aboard and Han and Chewie were quick to fire up the engines, quickly exiting the atmosphere and jumping into hyperdrive before anyone could catch up to them. Only then did Han turn to Luke, who was sitting behind them.

“Alright. So you’ve been kidnapped, your highness, wanna explain why?”

“Just Luke, please, and because I was tired of living there, training to be a sith. I don’t want to be a sith, or a jedi, I just want to be able to live in peace, and I figured the only way I was getting out was by kidnapping, Since running away hasn’t worked in the past.”

“Well Damn, okay,” Han said with a slight chuckle, looking over at Chewie.

“So where are we going? Naboo, Alderaan. Where?”

“Uh, Yeah, Alderaan actually.”

“Great! I’ve always wanted to go,” Luke said with a bright grin, sitting back in his chair.

This kid was either far too innocent for his own good, or playing them like the massive idiots they are. Either way, it doesn’t matter, as long as Han gets paid, right? As long as he doesn’t fall in love, right? It’ll be fine.

Probably.

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[simply-wins-little-sis]

25 Days of December Drabbles

Hello loves! Due to my inactivity over the past month, I have decided to close requests for imagines so I can catch up and refresh the old Wins sis writing skills! If you have requested an imagine, I hope to get them all out asap!

Do not frown to much though, because this is not a hiatus! I have decided to do 25 days of drabbles! Below are a list of prompts. Pick one or two, and send in a request! For 25 consecutive days I will post drabbles, and will start December 1st and go up until December 25th! Depending on how many I get, there may be level us, or ways to get more than one drabble out per day! ;)

Thanksgiving also happened yesterday, and I just wanted to say thank you for being in my life and allowing me to write for you! I am so thankful to be able to write for you!

Drabbles are on a first request basis, so whoever requests first will therefore get theirs published first!

Please let me know the number(s) you would like and also the pairing! (No romantic pairings please!) Feel free to send them in asap, I’ll start lining them up!

The tags are open, drabble requests are open, imagine requests are closed!

Thanks guys, and let’s get this holiday season started!

Prompts: 1. “I need some help in here!”

2. “Did you really just drop your phone in the sewer?”

3. “Son of a Grinch”

4. “Put the damn thing on, and let’s go!”

5. “I typed up my list and put the things I have to have in Times New Roman, so it should be easier for you to read”

6. “If you’re batman then I am Spider-man!”

7. “Is that a pig?”

8. “Some assistance is required in room 3A!”

9. “Shut up, sit down, and check the attitude at the door”

10. “You’re just jealous I’m the cute one”

11. “I feel like I should be concerned but I’m not….not even a little bit”

12. “ALL I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS IS SOME PEACE AND QUIET!”

13. “Maybe their just a little late?”

14. “Stop whining, it’s just hair”

15. “They can’t actually be dating…”

16. “Is that a smart idea?”

17. “Hey lets go break some shiz”

18. “Can you please stop reading and actually interact with your family?”

19. “I said no, and that means no”

20. “SUPER BOGUS”

21. “It’s not my fault Tom Holland is a beautiful creature”

22. “Shhh….I gotcha”

23. “Is that my shoe?”

24. “Where are my socks?”

25. “Can we please cut the crap?”

26. “What’s that smell?”

27. “Did you get shorter, or am I just taller?”

28.“You left me”

29. “What’s a snapchat filter?”

30. “Maybe these are the good old days…”

31. “I want to join a band”

32. “What are you doing?”

33. “Hot cocoa night?”

34. “JUST KILL IT WITH FIRE!”

35. “I’m back…but not for long”

36. “Homecoming?”

37. “Maybe you just need some cheering up?”

38. “What do we do if this is the end?”

39. “Please don’t leave?”

40. “I love (them) and that’s all that matters!”

41. “Can we not do this now?”

42. “Are you just gonna stand there?”

43. “Maybe you’re just jealous”

44. “Mistletoe or missed my toe?”

45. “You’re telling me we’re against a gingerbread man?”

46. “Not the gum drop buttons!”

47. “Maybe tumblr is where my soul belongs?”

48. “Hand it over”

49. “If you cared..”

50. “Merry Christmas to me”

51. “Fuzzy socks or fuzzy blanket?”

52. “Did you drink that?!”

53. “He’s a charmer, am I right?”

54. “Maybe we could…I don’t know…dance?”

55. “Well my big sister said…”

56. “Well my big brother said…”

57. “I’m gonna kick your arse”

58. “Watch your language!”

59. “Can e not talk about the bruise?

60. "How are you doing that?!”

61. “Nah fam, I’m out.”

62. “If I had wings, they’d be broken.”

63. “What’s a Santa?”

64. “I made you this”

65. “Please don’t cry”

66. “Are you filming me?

67. "Can you carry me?”

68. “Out like a light”

69. “I saw that!”

70. “You can’t just go around lighting stuff on fire!”

71. “Did you check the janitors closest?”

72. “Make me.”

73. “So if you’re him, and he’s you….who am I?”

74. “Don’t hit me again.”

75. “HAPPY FREAKING NEW YEARS TOO ME!”

I’ll make more if needed. Tagging the tag list to get this out and out :)

@winchesters-favorite-girl @percussiongirl2017 @metaphysicalmisha @sisterwinchesterwriter @staticweekes @lil-sister-winchester @high-my-name-is-riley @the-third-winchester-warrior @fandom-queen-of-wonderland

[vicksfics]

I’m not really a part of any particular fandom...

So please feel free to send me prompts or requests for anything really - perhaps give me some good sources if its something obscure.

I’ve never actually written anything that has been read by anyone other than my good friend @totallyradioactive15, but she asssures me i’m not terrible!

I can’t imagine that i would have much (if any) demand for this, but please consider i have a full time job and adulting to do around all this shiz, so apologies if im slow!

[emphoenixcat]

LISTEN WHY ARE YOU SO GOOD AT WRITTING???? I'm spose' to be working and proving the possibility of perpetual motion wrong right now yet im reading another one of you're absolutely astonishing fics, like just- gah I love your stuff so much and ur super cool too, your so nice and dont mind me spamming you with stuff. I have to get back to perpetual motion shiz, but I'll most definitely send in another prompt when im done! -🐢 (also i literally squealed when u said you listened to it and liked it!)

Oh my goodness, I think now is the time to use that emergency gif of Logan

I honestly don’t know what to say, you think my fics are astonishing?!

[glaceontea]

Fluffy/Romantic Prompts

(Okay, so, I really wanted to write some fluffy shiz, so I made a list of fluffy/romantic prompts from other lists, which I’ll credit at the end of this one) Send in a number and a ship, and I’ll write a drabble/fic around it! 

“Come skip rocks with me.”

“You’re cute when you’re worried.”

“You’re really hot, shame about the personality.”

“I told you not to get me anything” 
“And I’m smart enough to know that meant get you something.”

“You’re making me dinner? Are you sure you don’t want to go out?”

“That’s a lot of orange.”


“I’m not taking down the Christmas tree!”

“You have something in your hair - let me get it for you.”

“Hm? Oh, sorry. I couldn’t help but stare at you.”

“You’re really soft.”

“You smell nice.”

“It’s nice that your voice was the first thing I heard today.”

“You know how to dance? I can teach you.”

“Your boyfriend is standing outside like in those cheesy romantic movies.”

“I think i’m in love with you, and that terrifies me.”

“Well, this is awkward..”

“Why do I need one day to tell you I love you? That should be everyday.”


“That doesn’t mean you’re off the hook for not getting me chocolates.

“Roses are expensive, so I got you this instead” *gets down on one knee*


“Well, tell her I said ‘suck it’.”


“But why are there so many ducks?!“

“Um, would it be okay if I held your hand?”

“Shut up and kiss me already.”

“You can call me whenever you want… Even if you don’t have a reason to.”

“I’m bad at texting first, so I always end up hoping you will.”

“She ain’t your typical ‘good girl’, man.”

“You come to my room at 4am, to cuddle?”

“Sorry, have we met?”

“Awww, you asked me to be your valentine.”

“You like my dress?”
 “I’m gonna like it a lot more later, when you take it off.”


“What, are you part of the blue man group or something?”


“I don’t like your hair, it’s in the way.”


“You’re so clingy, I love it.”

“God, just ask him/her/them out already!”

“I don’t wanna get up– you’re comfy.”

“I will always be there protect you.”

“I’m cold. Come closer.”

“Wait, don’t pull away… Not yet.”

“You look really cute in that sweater.”

“Half the time I get too embarrassed to say anything.”

“No, it’s fine. I can wait until you’re done talking to them.”

“No, like…. It’s just, I can’t believe you’re actually wearing my clothes.”

“I’m here for my daily fix of hugs and kisses.”

“Is it possible to love too much?”

“You’re a big piece of inspiration for this, honestly.”

“God, you always make me blush so damn much.”

“Would it be too cliche if we matched clothes a little?”

“First second I saw you and I couldn’t get over how beautiful you were.”

“I wanted to say “I love you” for the first time without stuttering, but that failed.”

“Could you hold my hand?”

“You can’t leave without letting me hug you first.”

“I really love holding you, darling.”

“Aw, you’re blushing like a rose.”

“Your lips are really warm.”

“I can’t get over how a few months ago I wanted to learn your name and now you’re having breakfast with me in my sweater.”

“No, mom, don’t tell him/her/them I said that about him/her/them!”

“My friends get so annoyed by how much I talk about you sometimes.”

“Wanna, like– I mean, if you’re not busy… We could get lunch? Or even just coffee if you don’t have a lot of time?”

“Wow, I didn’t think you could make me smile this big.”

“You don’t need to leave so soon.”

“You look so comfy, and cuddle-able.”

“Quit smiling at me, I can’t stop messing up my sentences when you look at me like that.”

“You’re hiding under the blanket because you’re blushing?”

“You make me so happy.”

“Don’t give me that puppy dog face. How am I supposed to say no to that?”

“You made these cupcakes for me?”

“I look forward to holding you close in bed soon.”

“Let’s share my coat, since you’re so cold.”

“I can’t believe I got the first date, let alone a year.”

“You make me feel so damn gushy.”

“How do you always manage to look so captivating?”

“Would you mind if I kissed you?”

“Are you sugar personified or something?”

“I know I’ve kissed you like, ten times, but just like another ten, please.”

“You’re the perfect height for me to rest my chin on your head.”

“Is it cold outside or are you just blushing?”

“Yeah… Huh? Oh, sorry I was just thinking about my girlfriend/boyfriend/partner.”

“I’m so in love with him/her/them, I don’t know what do do.”

“I remember practicing how to ask you out to the mirror.”

“Come cuddle with me?”

“You drive me crazy, you know that?”

“You look beautiful…More than usual, I mean.”

“I should be home by now, but seeing a face like yours in this bar got me distracted.”

“We’ll be together ‘till the end of time.”

“I meant it when I said I love you all those years ago, and I mean it now.”

“I’m coming home, baby.”

“I stood in hell and stared the devil in the eyes, but you scare the shit outta me when you’re angry.”

“I can’t fall in love with you, I won’t!”

“You’re mine, and I don’t share.”

“I can’t do this without you.”

“You did what?!”

“Pfft, I’m not jealous.”

“I’m a big girl/boy, I can handle it myself.”

“I’m way out of your league”

“Love’s overrated.”

“Fuck, I think I caught feelings.”

“Did I say that out loud?”

“Can you guys just kiss already?”

“Christ, put some clothes on!”

“Isn’t this supposed to be the part where we kiss?”

“Is that my shirt?”

“You’re so fucking adorable.”

“So, are you guys dating or?”

“Have you seen my jacket?”

“All these new feelings are scaring me.”

“I’m warning you, nothing sappy.” 
“Is that a joke…because last year when I made breakfast in bed, you spilled the syrup.”

“I love you.” 
“I love you too.” 
“I know.”

“Is Valentine’s Day different now that we have a baby?” 
“No, because you’ve always been my baby.”

“Dinner by candle light, what did I do to deserve this?”


“To infinity and the yard!”


“It’s a nice dress but you’re a loon.”


“Are you hitting on me?”


“Would you like a cookie?”

“You’re the most important person in my life.”

“Are you tired? Here, I’ll carry you the rest of the way.”

“I’m not much of a chef, but… I really hope you like this.”

“Sorry for calling so late - I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

“I need you more than you need me.”

“I want to kiss you and hold your hand any time I want.”

“I can’t stop thinking about you… I can’t.”

“The truth is… I love you.”

“You like me more than you like them, right? Right?”

“Be mine. Please.”

“I am who I am because of you.”

“It’s been a long day… let’s take a bath together.”

“Wait, don’t pull away - I want to hug you for awhile longer.”

“Ah- I adore your laugh.”

“Stop that, it tickles!”

“Ouch, I bit my lip… kiss it better?”

“I don’t want to get up… I’m so warm beside you.”

“You’re so intoxicating to me.”

“Your eyes are amazing… do you know that?”

“You’re just so wonderful.”

“S-Stop looking at me like that! You’re making me blush…”

“Are you tired? Rest in your head in my lap.”

“I want to be more than just friends with you.”

“Fuck it - do you wanna get married?”

“Your smile is beyond gorgeous… please, keep doing it.”

“Whenever we’re together, I feel at home.”

“Will you say you love me? Pleeease?”

“Wait, don’t go! Can’t you stay the night?”

“Wow - you look… amazing.”

*Puts hands over eyes from behind* "Guess whooo?”

“I’m not jealous! It’s just… you’re mine!”

“I want to go on a date! I demand it!”

“We just met, this is crazy, I’m referencing a song… but call me maybe?”

“What? No! I wasn’t staring… I-I was looking at something behind you!”

“Do you want some? Here, open your mouth… I’ll feed you some!”

“It’s been a long day… here, let me give you a massage.”

“Is it alright if I call you princess?”

“It’s not like I like you or anything! … Okay, well- maybe I do.”

“I think you’re perfect. Even with your flaws, you’re nothing but perfect.”

“That was barely even a kiss! Do it again - please?”

“What? No. I wasn’t aiming for your hand. I was reaching for the, uh- popcorn.”

“I love you a lot, but please stop trying to cook me dinner, you suck.”

"The stars look especially lovely tonight.”

“I’ve never seen such gorgeous eyes before.”

“May I have this dance?”

“You’ll never feel alone with me by your side.”

“Let’s get to know each other over dinner.”

“All I want is you.”

“I could never leave you, I love you too much!”

“A fairytale with a happy ending always brings a smile to my face.”

“I want to hear you sing.”

“I don’t think anyone could ever be as lovely as you.”

“You look incredible in that.”

“He/She/They're quite stunning, isn’t/aren't he/she/they?”

“Sometimes I just can’t control myself when around you.”

“Do you believe in love at first sight?”

“I think I’m in love.”

“I’d like it if you stayed.

"People are jerks, but not you.”

“I’ll share the blankets with you.”

“I have never felt this way about anyone.”

“I want this to never end…”

“Can I kiss you?”

“I waxed the floors, grab your fluffy socks.”

“Who changed the thermostat settings? I’m freezing to death.”

“Can we just watch a movie and fall asleep on the couch?”

“You can put your cold feet on me.”

“Your stray red item turned my whites pink.”

“There was a power outage and now we have to have dinner by candlelight.”

“Rock Paper Scissors to see who has to go talk to the neighbors upstairs for being too loud.”

“I just came home to you crying while watching a movie, please tell me what’s going on.”

“Our AC is out and it’s the middle of the summer.”

“My parents are coming over in 10 minutes so please put some clothes on.”

“IF YOU USE UP ALL THE HOT WATER ONE MORE TIME IM GOING TO BAN YOU TO THE COUCH FOR A MONTH.”

“I’m really drunk, please help me get safely out of the way so I don’t ruin our friend’s wedding.”

“I know you haven’t had the best experience with dogs in the past but look at its face please please can we keep it?”

“I beat you at Mario Kart and now you’re banishing me to the couch for the night?”

"I surprised you with tickets to see our favorite band… WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU SURPRISED ME WITH TICKETS TO SEE THEM TOO?”

“I know we had a big fight but we still need to decorate the house for the holidays.”

“Oh! Hey! Could you come and taste this to see if it’s okay?”

“I came home to a Nerf gun on the front porch and a note that says ‘Here is your weapon. I have one too. Loser cooks dinner. Good luck. xo’”

“We’ve been celebrating our wedding anniversary on the wrong day for the past nine years.”

“We both have nowhere else to be so we get to spend our rare day off at home.”

"I can’t be pregnant… or….OH MY GOD! ”

“I knew it was a mistake to get the twins matching clothes.”

“Sh…they’re asleep.”

“I think someone had a little accident with the finger paint.”

“Mondays are your diaper days.”

“Our kid is totally the one who wanted to build a pillow fort, not me.”

“Ooh…someone’s got a tummy ache.”

“Are you sure you don’t want me to drop them off myself? I don’t think you could handle seeing them off alone.”

“I told you we should have just gotten that German Shepherd puppy.”

“What do you think for their punishment? Grounding? No video games? No going out for a week?”

“Mm…your kid before five in the morning.”

“Come on now, I think you’re being too harsh. He/she’s just a kid. Remember all of the stupid things we used to do when we were their age?”

“So, how should we break the news that they’re going to have a new baby brother or sister?”

“I think we should have another.”

“Why wasn’t I invited to your wedding?”

“Okay fine, one more story, but then you really have to go to bed.”

“…They just grow up so fast.”

“Just get in the fucking blanket fort.”

“I’d appreciate it if you'd stop being so cute and would just let me work.”

Credit (original posters): 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7