#whyyyyy do I have to write so much for one prompt?

[calunalilly]

Questions for Writers

Haven't done one of these ever so... here we go :D Thanks for the tag @riversofmars

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

128

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

1,815,281

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Last Tango in Halifax

Doctor Who

Happy Valley

Collateral

As long as we have Nicola Walker and/or Sarah Lancashire I'm there!

Some of the others include:

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

These Are The Days Of Our Lives - a series of Last Tango in Halifax fics based on prompts from Tumblr, these were meant to be one shots but found myself weaving it all together int oa bigger story!

The Story - my canon companion to Last Tango - weaving things around the canon with no divergence to make it a love story - this was bloody hard!!!

More Time, More Life, More Feeling - another Last Tango, and probably one of my favourites - I still read this fairly often like a little comfort blanket haha.

The Big L.  - my very first outing with Last Tango. I still love this story even though I look back at it and cringe a little giving it was the first thing I ever wrote, but it means a lot to me.

Fall On Me  - a collab that I did with @question-of-perception that explores things from a different perspective for Last Tango!

I've actually written far more for DW than LTIH but you wouldn't know it!

5. Do you respond to comments?

Of course! Each and every one, it's so lovely when I get them and I get so excited!!

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I'm definitely a happy endings girl and I can't stand it when things don't work out, so this is hard... Maybe

Between the Eyes  because it wasn't an immediate resolution?

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Hahah all of them have happy endings! I would probably have to say

New Day Coming  for DW, perhaps, although love the one for What Christmas Means To Me  as well. In terms of Last Tango in Halifax, probably The Big L.  because I was so determined to give them their happy ending, its fluffy mcfluff.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Thankfully no, I would definitely cry hahah.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Um. Yes. Probably too much, but its a public service, right? RIGHT?!

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

Yes, all the time! My maddest one is probably Call It Dreaming which is a crossover between DW/Last Tango/Happy Valley/Collateral and also has some Stranger Things elements... That was madness, haha.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of! Hope it stays that way...

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

I feel like I'm some kind of co-writing slut, hahaha. Yes. With @riversofmars, @question-of-perception, @mrskeeleyhawes, @meluisart, @pocketofpencils and also with some of the folks over at the Hebden Bridge Discord Server. I really enjoy it!

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

It's a close toss up between Caroline Mckenzie Dawson/Gillian Greenwood and Liv Chenka/Helen Sinclair <3

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Hmm... I've got a lot of ideas for different things that I make notes on and a few WIPS, but I'm sure I will come back to them eventually!!

16. What are your writing strengths?

Maybe dialogue? To be honest I don't really know, I just go for it and hope for the best hahaha.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I feel that sometimes I fall back on the same language/phrasing for things and I annoy myself, and always think it's super noticeable in my writing!

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I have the odd bit where there is a point but otherwise CBA. I don't speak any other languages haha.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Last Tango in Halifax.

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

Whyyyyy do I have to choose just one?! I love More Time, More Life, More Feeling for Last Tango, Interstellar for DW (the middle section is probably, in my head, one of the better bits of writing I've done), Danger Zone because Top Gun AU makes me die, and also Not All Those Who Wander Are Lost  with @riversofmars because Lord of the Rings was the first fic that I ever read way back when I was an angsty teen fangirl. Hah.

Tagging some people I think might be interested but anyone who sees this and fancies it, please fell free! @katiedingo @meluisart @ultramassivecollectorcupcakeblr @pocketofpencils @darkbloomiana

[danses-with-dogmeat]

Congrats on 1.5k! Could I get nightstalker 🐍🐕 for elder maxson please? Last name. :)

Thank you! And yes, absolutely!

I hope you enjoy :)

Some NSFW below the line!

M) Marriage. Do they want to get married? How long do they have to be in the relationship beforehand? What would the marriage be like?

Arthur absolutely wants to get married. That was always his intent with any of his conquests of a more romantic nature, but with you... He finally has a reason to really want to get married. It would be becoming of him, as Elder, to be married, rather than having casual, unprofessional relationships, and that's always what it was. It was, like so many things, expected of him. But it doesn't take him too long to realize that it's something he truly wants.

Maxson is young, so a year seems like a long time, even if it really isn't. A year in is when he starts thinking about proposing, and he really hopes for your relationship to remain relatively unchanged. You're already facing the Brotherhood's problems as a team, and tackling your lives together, as a unit, and he would only want that feeling of closeness to be more prevalent after your official union. However... He does want to take the new opportunity, of your legally recognized relationship, to start a family. Partly because that too is his duty, but also, because he truly does want it.

A) Attention. How much attention do they want in the relationship?

Maxson is... unused to not being the center of attention. It's an occupational hazard, of sorts, so despite what impression he may want to give off, he likes to be on the receiving end of the attentions in the relationship. Mostly in private, of course. On the outside, he wants your relationship to appear very practical and effective, but not overly affectionate or excessive. Inside the comfort of his own quarters though? Arthur actually tends to be quite dependent. He's had so few close, meaningful relationships in his life that have had any semblance of affection. Mostly, he's been lectured at or reprimanded all his life, so having you now? Someone who supports him, who lets him be authentic and vulnerable? It takes a lot of getting used to, and you'll have to be patient to see him really open up, but Arthur comes to rely on your closeness to him, your attention, and your care for his well-being.

X) Explicit. An NSFW headcannon.

Remember how "starting a family" is on Maxson's list of duties? And his list of personal wants? Well, turns out that translates pretty well into his bedroom activities.

If his partner is female, Maxson has one hell of a breeding kink that could damn near get him in trouble before the two of you are married. He can't help but harbor a need to carry on his family's legacy, but more than that... The thought of being tied with someone in this way, of having something this significant come from him, and be only his? (well, and yours, but...) Everything in his life that he's had to be proud of seems like it's not really his. He's just living in the shadow of his father's name. He's doing what's expected of him, and nothing is solely his, but rather, his family's and the Brotherhood's. And maybe his child would hold those ties as well, but they also wouldn't exist without him, and ultimately, it was his choice to bring them into the world.

Even with a male partner, Maxson craves this closeness, this feeling of possessiveness that comes with something so intimate as finishing inside you. So this added feeling that comes with it, like he's marked you as his, that comes into play as well, no matter the gender of his partner.

S) Sad. How do they cheer their s/o up when they are feeling down? How do they like to be cheered up?

It takes Arthur longer than he would like to actually notice when something's off with you, he just has so many things on his mind all at once, but when he does, he drops what he's doing to help. Though, he's not sure he's the best to come to. He may suggest speaking to Knight-Captain Cade, or another counselor to talk through your problems, but if it's him you want to comfort you... He'll do what he can. He's not the best listener in the world, but he'll try if you want to talk it out; mostly though, Arthur will give you some words of encouragement and simply stick by your side until you're feeling better.

As for himself, Maxson hides his sad feelings like they're something he should be ashamed of, and would rather deal with them on his own. If you do happen to catch him on one of his bad days though, odds are he's been drinking or sleep-deprived for awhile now, so though he won't say it (and he may even fight it a bit), he'll need you to take care of him. Make sure he's taking care of himself, drinking water, make sure he's clean, and then stay with him as you try to get him to take some much needed time to rest.

O) Open. How long does it take for them to open up to their s/o?

It takes, at the very least, months. Many closely guarded feelings or memories may not come out for years, even. But Maxson is... He's not used to speaking about himself on a personal level, unless he's in a professional, therapeutic session, but he's actually quite desperate to share himself with someone else. The Brotherhood Elder is more used to bottling up his feelings, or shoving them away where they can only reach him when he's alone and intoxicated, so the thought of sharing them... It's so foreign to him to consider doing, but when he becomes comfortable with you, these thoughts and feelings come out unbidden. He's so utterly desperate to be relieved of them, to be comforted by someone who actually cares about him as more than just the Brotherhood Elder, that they end up slipping out more and more often a few months into the relationship.

N) Nickname. What are the nicknames they have for their s/o? Do they like when their s/o uses nicknames?

Unfortunately, nicknames are mostly just awkward for the Elder. He's so used to referring to everyone by either their last name, or their rank. He's been doing that since before he can remember, so... the most intimate he tends to get is referring to you by your first name. He still uses your rank as well, mostly in public or... in the bedroom when he's in a certain authoritative sort of mood. The same goes for your last name, and when you do end up getting married he revels in calling you Mr./Mrs. Maxson. It's one of his favorite things. Otherwise, the most tender that his pet names tend to be is calling you babe or, very rarely, love.

As for himself, when you're in private, he doesn't mind you using pet names, so long as they're not too fluffy ('honey' is pushing it for him, even.) But he also can't help but feel warmth in his chest when you call him Arthur. (Calling him Art or Artie will make him blush, and you can never get him to admit it, but he actually doesn't mind the nicknames.) And again, when he's in a certain mood, nothing quite strokes his ego like you calling him Elder in the most intimate of settings.

[cutegirlmayra]

I read that one fanfic of yours of Amy dying and leading to a tragic future where Sonic’s grief and rage consumes him, and just basically turning him into a harbinger of destruction the continuation is no short of tragedy either, surpassing it even. Which makes me burst into internalised screaming. whyyyyy author 😭😭

Forgive me for the annoying questions, I still awed at such a fic and would like to ask more about it! So the first, was Dark Sonic somehow able to live until Sliver’s era? (Or did Sliver transported there?). Second and hopefully the last is, if Dark Sonic would ever recognise Amy if she and Sliver ever bump into him?

I love the concept of Amy time traveling (or rather Time Traveling in whole) and was about to suggest an concept when I saw you were close! I discovered your account since last week and have been binging on your fics! Love your writing and keep it up 💕💕

Thank you!!! XD

I'm working on getting through the prompts by combining a few of the similar ones that could work for one story! So please be patient and thank you so so sooooo much for being such a wonderful warmth of positivity in my inbox TwT

For the first question, if I remember correctly, I never mentioned if Silver lived in that era, but I do believe I intended him to not be too far into the future. So yes, Dark Sonic would be alive, since--these characters are defined by human characteristics--Sonic is canonically 15, meaning he would have lived his life as Dark Sonic TAT

("Why Author?!" indeed XDDD Angst requests, man. I deliver lol.)

As for Dark Sonic recognizing Amy, no. Silver had mentioned he was too far gone when I think she asked about it. He was already crazy by then, it wouldn't have saved him.

It's a fun concept! If the prompts ever reopen (again, I have to finish the ones already there first!) I'm gonna be changing the rules cause this was a bit ridiculous ^^; From now on, I'm thinking...

NO MORE ANON, and- ONLY ONE PROMPT SUBMISSION. no more '3' cause people don't always honor that XP

So there ya go! I'm so glad you enjoyed it and happy binging! I'm always here to discuss stories but thanks for honoring not sending in any more prompts! <3

You're fantastic ;)b Enjoy my fanfictions as well! They're on my many different writing sites~ And thanks for my smile today ;u;

[featheredghostwings]

hii! If it’s not too much could you possibly write something with Ler! Deimos and Lee! Sanford? Something like Deimos being in ultra Ler mood and completely wrecking Sanford (as well as teasing him a ton while he does it?) >~<

(also, i’m 100% one of the non tickle blogs that likes your posts hhhhhhhh but I love your blog so much)

✨ [I gotchaa~] ✨

( HEY GUYS HOW ABOUT I RESPOND TO THE RIGHT ANON THIS TIME :SOBS: ALSO ANON THANK U FOR UR PAITENCE AND UR STILL 100% ALLOWED TO STAY HERE AND INTERACT AS MUCH AS U PLEASE )

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⭐️ [Summary] — Deimos is having one hell of a boring day… but luckily, he knows just how to remedy that! (Ler!Deimos and Lee!Sanford)

two simple words: oh shit

key:

deimos

sanford

⭐️ [Warnings] —TICKLE FIC; MILD LANGUAGE; if you don’t like then please just scroll on T_T

⭐️ [Prompt(s)]: Deimos in a hella Ler mood and wrecking Sanford

✨ Enjoy ! ✨

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Deimos tapped his shoes against the wall, flicking his thumb up, and down; and up, and down… watching as small flames emitted from his fingertip before dissolving. Flick. “...1,203.” Flick. “...1,204.” Flick. “...1,204- wait- shit, lost count.”

Eventually Deimos stopped lighting his finger on fire and stopped leaving footprints on the wall, belting out a loud, “UUUGHHHHHH.” He was so incredibly bored, that he was pretty sure it could be considered a crime now.

There was nothing to do that day, Hank was off doing....Hank shit, probably off on a self-set mission. (Why couldn’t Deimos have tagged along? That’s just not fair!) How long had it even been since Hank had left? Deimos didn’t really pay attention to the clock. But it felt like it’d been ages since anyone was around. Deimos was so, so incredibly bored out of his mind. Maybe Sanford was around, and maybe Deimos could find something to do with him!

Deimos slithered off the sofa, landing on his back and rolling backwards onto his feet. “Sanford?” He called out, walking through the base as he looked for the man in question.

“Saaaanfooooord.” He dragged out, looking into each room, until… “In here, Dei.” From the living room! He was just there though? Maybe Sanford just got back. Deimos’ face lit up in a grin as he darted off to the living room again. “SANFORD! Oh thank God someone’s back.” Deimos launched himself at Sanford, clinging to him and hanging off the ground. Sanford made a surprised noise and held Deimos close. “Christ! Dei, you gotta stop doing that.” Sanford groaned, no real anger behind his voice.

“But whyyyyy? You always catch me!” Deimos whined, nuzzling his cheek into Sanford’s neck. Sanford made a stifled noise as he put Deimos down. “Yeah yeah, one of these days though…” Sanford laughed, going to put his weapons up.

Deimos watched as Sanford headed for one of the rooms, shedding himself of his hook and guns. Did Sanford really expect Deimos to glaze over that noise he made? Deimos’ face suddenly scrunched into a mischievous grin. He thinks he just found the cure to his boredom…

Deimos quietly trailed behind Sanford, leaning past a doorway to look at the man; Sanford currently had his back to Deimos. Perfect.

It was hard to keep down the planning giggle in Deimos’ throat as he walked up behind Sanford. Sanford literally couldn’t be more aware of him.

Sanford seemed to miss that Deimos was, indeed, in the room. He raised his voice slightly to talk. “Hey Dei! Did you wanNAAHA-!” Sanford’s voice went up another octave as he felt fingers curl into his sides. “Dude!” Deimos just grinned again.

“So you’re ticklish too!” He sounded like he’d just solved every problem ever. Sanford stood there for a moment. “Well, I mean— Deimos I don’t like that look,” he turned around completely, backing against the wall. “Hehehe~.” Deimos snickered, flexing his fingers in a claw motion. “Oh shit!” Sanford quickly dipped around Deimos and he booked it out of the room. That’s fine, Deimos liked the chase.

“STAY BACK BITCH!” Sanford screamed over his shoulder, swiveling around the doorframe and booking it into the living room. Deimos bolting out of the room and quickly following Sanford— launching himself over the sofa. “SAAAAN! COME BACK!” Perched on the arm of the sofa, Deimos jumped and landed on Sanford’s back. The two went down with a solid *thunk*, Deimos sitting on Sanford’s back. “Gotcha!” Sanford lifted himself up on his elbows and looked back at Deimos. “Dei- Dei come on wait a second—!”

“I’m waiting?” Deimos said, tilting his head with a little grin.

“Let’s— um.” Sanford didn’t think he’d get this far, honestly. “Let’s… talk about this…?” There was a thick moment of silence. “Okay! What do you have to say?” “…”

Deimos was such a little shit. “Uh…” Sanford stopped, thinking. “…Hey what’s that over there?” Sanford pointed in a random direction, Deimos looked off in the direction and yelped when he was almost thrown off Sanford. He gripped the others shoulders and then he curled his fingers into Sanford’s sides again; quickly downing the man again. “AHAGK!”

“You are so rude.” Deimos huffed, clawing away at Sanford’s sides. The downed man in question tried to twist around his hand flailing to try and hit away Deimos’ hands. “Gyeahahak! Ohohoff! Get ohohoff!”

“Mmm. Nah.” Deimos said, shaking his head. “I’ve been bored all day, and now one of my favorite people is back! You think I’m just letting go this quickly?” Deimos honestly struggled to stay atop Sanford with the sheer amount of squirming he was doing. “Staahahahaap!” Sanford laughed, trying to push himself up with his elbows. “Sorry I don’t really speak laughter. Can you say that again for me?” Deimos teased, scratching against Sanford’s skin. “I wonder if you’re ticklish anywhere else?” Sanford shook his head quickly. “noHOHO! Noho! Nohot ticklish anywhehehere elsehehe— gyEAKAHAHA!” The wobble in Sanford’s laughter and the way he fell back down betrayed him as Deimos pinched the man’s thigh. He mocked an offended gasp. “You are! And you lied to me! You just don’t stop do you?”

“I’m sohohorry!” Came a muted snort from Sanford. Deimos couldn’t help but snicker as he looked at Sanford. What a doofus.

“I think I gotta teach you the meaning of being nice!” And then Sanford let all hell break loose. “OHOHOHOH SHIHIHIT— DEHEHEHI WAHAHAHAIT!” Deimos pinched away at Sanford’s thigh, occasionally going back to his side— or tormenting behind his leg. “San we talked about this. I don’t speak giggling! Or laughter. You gotta use some words here,”

“PIHIHIHISS OHOHOHOFF!” “Ow, my feelings.”

Sanford tried to kick his leg out, trying to disarm Deimos from him. But Deimos was adamant, the little cockroach. “Come ohohohonn! Stoohohohahap!” Deimos hummed in fake thought. “Maybe I will! If you apologize to me.”

Sanford groaned through laughter, his forehead hitting against the floor with a muted thump. “Fohohohor whaahahahat? What did I dohohohoho?”

“Well first off, you tried to throw me! Rude. And then you lied to me!”

Sanford made an indignant noise. “Deimohohos I’m— gyahahahak!” “San, I don’t understand what’s so funny? Did I say something?” Deimos grinned again, deciding to bring the torment back to Sanford’s sides. “Oh! Or maybe it’s my charming looks? I know, I’m pretty.” As if to prove his silly little point, Deimos made a swiping motion over his visor, like he was pushing back hair.

“Chaharming my aahahahass!” Sanford shot back. “You rude little bitch!” “GYEAHAHAHAHAK- I’M SOHOHORRY IT’S A FORCE OF HAHAHABIT!” “I don’t want your apologies anymore! Now I just want to wreck your shit!”

Deimos was very determined at this point. As to what the determination would bring him closer too, Sanford had not a clue. But it didn’t last long (even if it felt like forever to Sanford), because the door swung open to reveal a bloodied up Hank, who stared at the pair on the ground.

Deimos and Sanford both looked around to Hank, and the three all shared a stare in silence, Sanford letting out a shaky “hhaa—“ of a breath.

“…”

“H- Hi Hahank,”

“…welcome back Hank!”

Hank just offered a quiet nod as he shut the door and made his way to a different part of the base. And with Deimos distracted, Sanford quickly rolled over, sending Deimos off the other way. “AAGK—“

The pair looked at each other for one moment… two moments… three moments, before Deimos started scrambling up, Sanford hot on his heels.

“HEY HANK I GOTTA TELL YOU SOMETHING!” “DEIMOS YOU RATTY BASTARD!”

[shirohcsbecausewhythehellnot]

Sparring Match

Prompt: “Hello! I just read your rules post, and I was wondering on whether or not you mind writing thing (oneshot, drabble, headcanon, whatever works), on Shiro and his S/O doing some training together? Just some random fluff or humor added in is fun too, if you don't mind. Of course. Anyway, good luck with this blog! I really hope that you enjoy it.”

Thank you so much for the request! It made me really happy to see! I hope this lived up to your expectations!!

Fandom: Voltron Legendary Defender

Pairing: Shiro x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Humor (Hopefully)

Word Count: 1,831

Warnings: Again, light swearing. Also a little mention of sex but like, so little that you probably would not have noticed had I not said anything.

“Come ooooooooooooooon!” You whined following Shiro into his room. He sighed and turned towards you, a flicker of annoyance in his eyes.

   “I already told you, Y/N. I’m not sparring with you.” You rolled your eyes at his stubbornness. Fortunately for you, but not for him, you were just as stubborn.

   “Why not? I know how to handle my own. I can take it.”

   “Y/N, do you not remember what happened yesterday in the simulator?” You winced at his words and unconsciously rubbed the bruised shoulder that hit the wall as the robot threw you like a paper airplane.

   “I was unlucky yesterday.” You reassured. “Plus, that simulator was at the highest level so of course it would be hard.”

   “Y/N, I’ve beat that level. Multiple times. In under ten minutes.” He stated matter-of-factly. You let out a huff. Shiro was standing his ground. He wasn’t going to give up so easily. You had to pull out your big guns.

   You walked up to him and wrapped your arms around his neck. He was a good head taller than you so you had to crane your neck to look him in the eye. Then you pulled out the biggest, brightest, most sad puppy eyes in the history of ever. He looked down at you with one eyebrow raised, amused at your efforts. It wasn’t working. You went harder. You added a little pout of your lips to your puppy eyes. That’s when he sighed deeply in surrender. Bullseye.

   “Fine. But-” You didn’t let him finish. You quickly hopped on him with a laugh. You wrapped your legs around his waist and peppered his face with kisses. A ‘thank you’ was said in between all of them. He laughed and put you down gently after a few more kisses. “You have to tell me to stop when you need to stop.” He said in a more serious tone.

   “Yes, sir!” You replied enthusiastically.

   “And I’m going to go easy on you whether you like it or not. I don’t want you to get hurt.” You rolled your eyes playfully.

   “Fine.” You responded.

   “We should probably have a safe word. Just in case you-”

   “Shiro. It’s a sparring match. Not sex.” You cut him off. He let out a deep chuckle before he bent down to kiss you on the nose.

   “Okay, okay. We should probably get to bed. You gotta rest up for tomorrow.” He placed a gentle kiss upon your lips and you accepted it warmly. You slowly parted from one another and got ready for bed.

   “Hey… hey Y/N. Wake up.” Shiro’s whispers tickled your ear as he rose you from your slumber in gentle shakes. You let out a small groan and rolled over. You could hear Shiro laughing softly beside you. “Come on. Do you wanna spar or not?” Another groan escaped your lips as you reluctantly cracked one eye open.

   “What time is it?” You mumbled sleepily. Your eyes landed on the clock and it said basically what would have been 5:30 in the morning on Earth. “nnnOOO! FUUUCK! WHYYYYY!” You whined as you brought the blanket up to cover your head. Your voice actually sounded like you were in pain and to your standards, you most likely were. You heard Shiro snort at your discomfort and you immediately started coming up with fantasies of you murdering him slowly. Boyfriend be damned.

   “Come on. Let’s go.” He said enthusiastically as he ripped the blanket off of you. You let out a hiss and glared at him. If looks could kill, your lovely boyfriend would have been dead ten times already. This didn’t phase Shiro in the slightest which only made you more pissed.

   “Takashi… Shirogane,” You said slowly. “I swear to whatever divinity there is, that if you woke me up at dead-ass o’clock just to throw some punches at each other, I will shove my foot so far, and fast up your ass you will be able to tie my shoes with your teeth.” He only sent you a quick, amused smile before he started walking to the door.

   “You coming or not?” He asked. You responded by shoving your face into your pillow and flipping him off. You heard him laugh before the door to his room closed.

   You stayed in bed for another five minutes before you finally forced yourself to get up. On the bright side, you might be able to land a punch or two at Shiro for waking you up at such a sinful hour. You brushed your teeth, washed your face and put on some work out clothes before you walked into the training arena. You found yourself with a pretty fantastic view of Shiro stretching that you almost forgot that you were pissed at him. He soon noticed you and gave you a smile that says ‘I know what you’re thinking’. You ignored it and started to stretch beside him.

   After ten minutes of warming up, you had finally shaken away the last remainders of sleep from your body. You walked up to the center of the room with Shiro just behind you. You turned to face him.

   “Remember the rules-” You rolled your eyes and cut him off with a mocking tone.

   “Stop when I need to. You’re gonna go soft. And the safe word is… pineapple.” You cringed over the last word. You still couldn’t believe that Shiro made you have a safe word for some light sparring.

   “Good!” He looked pleased as you got into your fighting stance. He quickly followed suit. “Now, start whenever you’re ready. Remember to not leave any openings and to-” You tried to throw him off balance with a quick punch to the face even though you both knew that he would dodge it with ease. He returned the favor with a punch of his own that you blocked with your arm.

   This fight was just getting started.

   You both went back and forth with each other like a dance, neither one willing to give the other the upper hand. A few hours of sparring had passed with the two of you taking a break every thirty minutes. Shiro beat you in all of them. You were panting and chugging at your water bottle while Shiro just looked like he came from a light jog. It pissed you the fuck off.

   “What do you say, one more match before we hit the showers?” Shiro looked over to you just when you finally managed to catch your breath.

   “Agreed.” You let out tiredly. A gleam appeared in your eye as you looked at Shiro determinedly. “I’m gonna beat you this time.” He smiled as he walked passed you and back into the center of the room.

   “You said that every time.” He teased. You let out a huff and grinned at him.

   “I mean it this time!” You declared as you followed him.

   And in fact, you did mean it. Be it by sheer willpower, luck or both, you found an opening and was able to trip him. He landed on his back with a thud and a soft groan. Before he could get up, you quickly got on top of him and straddled his waist as you pinned his hands down. You looked at him triumphantly and had a smug smile plastered over your face.

   “Say it.” You demanded in a playful tone. Shiro looked up at you, confused.

   “Say what?” He inquired. You leaned down and whispered into his ear with a grin.

   “Pineapple.” Shiro looked at you in stunned silence. He then burst out laughing with you giggling on top of him.

   “Never!” He yelled.

   “You have to because I won!” You stated. Not even a second later after those words left your lips, you felt the world spin as Shiro flipped you over, pinning you down this time with a smug grin on his face.

   “Yeah, cause I let you.” You glared at him playfully.

   “Lies and blasphemy!” You wiggled underneath him but he didn’t budge.

   “Say it, Y/N.” He said. “Say pineapple.” You giggled at his teasing tone.

   “Make me!” You regretted it the moment you said it. The playful look in Shiro’s eyes turned mischievous and before you knew what was going on, Shiro started attacking you with tickles. You couldn’t contain your laughter as Shiro went for the spots that he knew you were most ticklish.

   “Say it!” He said again. You tried to catch your breath and failed.

   “G-go to hell!” You said between laughter. Your sides started to hurt and you felt a tear slip down your face.

   “I’m not gonna stop tickling you until you say it.” Shiro teased. It was then that you were faced with the biggest dilemma of your adult life: lose your dignity or lose your sanity. You decided for the former.

   “O-okay! OKAY!” You managed. “I yield! Pineapple! PINEAPPLE!” The tickles immediately stopped. Relief washed over you as you tried to steady your breathing. He looked down at you with amusement. You returned his look with a half-hearted glare. “You won this time Shirogane, there isn’t gonna be a next.” He rolled his eyes and bent down to give you a small peck on your lips. The small peck became another, and then another. Until eventually, it deepened and you two were making out on the floor of the training arena.

   “Oh, you gotta be fucking kidding me!” You and Shiro both removed your lips from one another and quickly turned your heads to see Lance at the entrance of the arena with a disapproving (and secretly amused) look in his eye. “Your bedroom is like, right there, you know?” He asked as he pointed in the direction of your room. “Unlike you two, people use this room for training. People like me.” Shiro rolled his eyes.

   “You’re just jealous.” He stated nonchalantly. Lance got flustered for a bit before he quickly composed himself.

   “Why do I even try?” He muttered to himself as he walked out the door. You and Shiro both stared at where Lance just was moments ago in silence before you both started laughing hysterically. Shiro rolled off of you and you were both lying on your backs next to each other trying to calm down. You felt Shiro’s hands intertwine with yours. You turned your head to see him look at you lovingly with a hint of mischievousness.

   “He’s right, you know. Our bedroom really isn't that far.”

   “That is true,” You mused. “but there’s a shower with my name on it.” He let out a soft chuckle.

   “Does my name happen to be there too?” He asked you suggestively. You grinned.

   “Possibly. You’re gonna have to help me look.” He got up and reached a hand towards you. You grabbed it and got on your feet.

   “Gladly,” Shiro responded as you head off into the showers hand in hand.

A/N: Yay! This was my first ever request! I hope you guys liked it!! To the person who requested it, I know you’re anonymous but I wanna thank you. You honestly have no idea how happy I was to receive this. You could have asked any headcanon blog but you asked me. This awkward little bean with a love for Takashi Shirogane that cannot be tamed aha. Please ask me more!

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Prompt 95, Lams?

Prompt 95—You’re so cute when you’re all worried.

John/Alexander, 1400 words (approc.). John gets drunk, Alex is a worried boyf.

I have literally no excuse as to why this took me so long, I’m just lazy. But! I have lots of time to spare so will be writing a lot more frequently! So feel free to send me more

Alex was home late.Again. For the fourth time that week, his work ethic had forced him to staybehind at his job (even if Washington, his boss, insisted that Alex go home). Alex’s brain, as it often did,had wracked him with ideas and thoughts and he just couldn’t stop writing.

So here he was, at theungodly hour of 1am, creeping around the apartment because John was probablyasleep, if the eerie silence was anything to go by. Alex couldn’t say be blamedhis boyfriend. For the past week John would be up and waiting for him to comehome, but tonight (or, rather, this morning) Alex had really set the boundariesanew. He did manage to pick up a boxof John’s favourites chocolates at the 24-hour garage, as a thank you/apology.

Alex himself wasexhausted, his body practically screaming for a rest, so he decided to leaveshowering for the morning, hygiene be damned. He’d much rather wake up feelinga little disgusted than collapsing in the shower (and, besides, even if he didfall asleep in the shower John would inevitably wake up looking for him, andAlex really didn’t want to make him worry after the week they’ve both endured).

After placing thechocolates on the kitchen-table, Alexander made a bee-line for the bedroom. Hejust barely kicked his shoes off when he opened the door, not bothering tocontain an escaped yawn as he slumped onto his side of the bed.

Huh.

Alex fumbled around onthe bed, reaching to the right side for that familiar warmth he couldn’t seemto find, only—

“John?” Alex called out,sitting upright immediately and peering around the bedroom. He was met with asmuch darkness as before, just catching glimpses of furniture outlines. But noJohn.

Alex was usually a calm,collected person when it came to his boyfriend’s antics. He wasn’t the jealoustype, at least not as much as John could be, and had no quarrels with himstaying out late. Of course he didn’t! John was an adult.

But it’s 1am.

And as the screen of hisphone illuminated his face, Alex saw no text messages. No missed calls.

And it was 1am.

There was immediately avery prominent thud, thump of hisheart in his chest as he speed-dialled John.

And then there was theprolonged beep, beep, beep, whichAlex swore was mocking him as the seconds continued to tick by.

“Come on, John,” Alexfound himself mumbling. By this point he was pacing furiously around theapartment, checking in every room and cupboard. He even checked in the fridge,although he wasn’t quite sure why. “Answer the phone, damni—“

“Heeeey babe!” Came theslurred response, mingled with too-loud music that blared through the speakers.

“Hi?” Alex winced,pulling the phone away from his ear. “Where are you?.”

“What, you missing me inyour—“ hiccup “—bed already,Alexandeeeer?”

Alex assumed that Johnwas trying to sound sexy, and if notfor his overwhelming concern he probably would have found the whole ordealhilarious. So instead, Alex deadpanned, “How much have you had to drink?”

“I’m not sure?Probably—“ There was a loaded pause. “Oh my—yes!I love this song!”

Alex suppressed a sigh, Too much,apparently.

“Do I need to come and get you?” Alex asked, his tone becoming a littlewarmer.

“Yeah, yeah. Come over here!” John said with a chuckle, a sound whichnever failed to make Alex’s chest feel warm and fuzzy.

Try as he might, Alex couldn’t suppress a smile.

“Alright, where are you?”

It took an extra 5 minutes for Alex to decipher an appropriate responsefrom his overly-drunk and humoured boyfriend, and normally Alex wouldn’t mind,but he could hear some heated discussion happening in the background, and that usuallyended in disaster.

“Alright, I’ll be there in 10 minutes.”

John’s spoke in a whisper, “Pssssssst, Alex,”

“Yes?”

“There’s some asshole back here,”

Alex’s heart did that horrible thing where felt like it had dropped tohis gut. “Don’t do anything, John. Just—wait outside for me?”

“Sureeeeeee.”

Alex decided it would probably be best just to hang up, grab his keysand launch himself into the drivers seat. Speeding down small city-streetsprobably wasn’t his wisest decision, but the roads were pretty empty. And no-onewas watching. And he was anxious. Oh, was he anxious. His mind was racing. Oh god, what if something happens? Is anyoneeven there with him? But, he’s an adult he can go out with himself—but—

He shook his head of thoughts as he curved into a park space, notbothering to lock the car as he got out (okay, so perhaps he forgot, but that’sbeside the point).

Alex didn’t have to look far, really. In the darkened street, the onehouse with multicoloured lights seeping from all windows and music blaring fromthe inside stood out like a sore-thumb. Having said that, Alex didn’t recognisethis house, a fact which was both intriguing and worrying.

He readied his fists because he doubted anyone would here a subtle knock, knock on the door. If needs be,he would (attempt to) kick the door down, which he realised may not be a veryrealistic goal but he also realised he was a very worried boyfriend, and doorsare no match for very worried boyfriends.

He lifted his fist up to the door when it opened.

“Alex!”

“John!” He couldn’t help the smile that tugged at his lips. His fistquickly delved into a supporting hand on the shoulder, because John wasswaying. “John, I almost punched you.”

The taller of the two frowned. “That’s meaaaaan. You need to drink!Yeah.”

“No. I don’t.” Alex bit hislip and tentatively asked, “Are you alright? What happened to that, uh‘asshole’?”

“Um—”

As if on cue, there was some brash shouting in the distance. Alexattempted to tune out the offensive language; if he got mad then John certainlywould and Alex just wanted him home.

John tried to smile, “I might have punched him.”

“Welp, we’re going. Come on,” his grip on the others’ shouldertightened, and he began to drag him out of the house and down the street. Johnwas obviously having difficulties walking in a straight line, so naturally Alexsupported him with a hand to the waist.

“Don’t you want to, um” hiccup, “goback?” He asked, leaning over to Alex and nuzzling into his neck. Johns awkwardposition was making it difficult for Alexto walk in a straight line, now.

“No, John. I don’t.” They neared the car and Alex helped his boyfriendinto the passenger seat, ignoring Johns insistences that he didn’t need helpbecause clearly, he did; John was using the wrong seatbelt, for a start. “John,darling, that’s my seatbelt. Here,let me do yours.”

When Alex finally, finally gotinto the drivers seat and began to drive away, John leaned over to him andpositively purred.

“Aleeex, why wont you love me?”

“I am trying to drive…?”

“You’re angry.”

Alex frowned. He turned a corner, driving at a considerably slower speedthis time. “Not angry. A little annoyed, perhaps.”

“Whyyyyy?” John asked, prodding Alex’s cheek. Neither of them knew whyhe did that for, really.

Alex didn’t answer until they had pulled into park by the flat-complex.The other had spent much of the journey mumbling to himself about something;Alex couldn’t really make any of it out.

“John.” Alex turned to him, “I love you. You know I do. Just,” he huffed.“But, right now it’s one-fourty a.m, and I understand you’re anadult, but one call or text doesn’t go amiss. I was worried.”

John proceeded to poke his boyfriend again. Alex was poised betweengiving in and laughing, because god was John Laurens cute, or being veryannoyed and irritated. He decided to go for the latter, because he wouldn’t forgive himself if this happened again.

“I was worried. I was speeding to get you because I thought youwere gonna get in a fight. Again.”

John beamed, “You’re so cute when you’re all worried.”

Alex pouted. He realised that this was probably a conversation to havewith sober-John, since drunk-John didn’t seem to be computing all that wellright now.

He helped his boyfriend to their bedroom, deciding to leave the apology/thank-youchocolates for tomorrow, too. He wasn’t all that surprised when John collapsedonto their bed, be it from vertigo or sheer exhaustion. Honestly, it could havebeen both.

He mumbled into the pillows, “I love yoou so much, babe. So, so much.”

Alex smiled. “I love you too.” He nudged him, “Hey, don’t you want to get in your PJs?”

But there was no response other than the gentle, slowed breathing thatcame with sleep. Alex crept from the room, grabbed a glass of water and two-paracetamoltablets and put them on the bedside table beside John.

After changing into his own pyjamas, he laid down in bed and was relieved to feel thatfamiliar-warmth at his side again, where it belonged. Still, he made a mental note to have careful words with John when they awoke.