#52 weeks sentence prompts

[capseycartwright]

52 for the touching prompts 👀👀🥰

52: gripping thigh

Buck wanted it on record that he hated the doctors. It wasn’t a fear, no – he hadn’t been one of those kids who’d been scared of going to the doctor. No, his hatred was relatively new: and as a result of all the long days, and lonely nights he’d spent siting in hospital waiting rooms, or lying in a hospital bed himself, waiting on news about the people he loved the most in the world – or waiting on news about himself.

News that would impact on the rest of his life, his career – impact all of the things that made him happiest.

He avoided going to the doctor, as much as possible – they had the yearly physicals from the LAFD, and routine checks after fires, but he rarely went of his own accord.

Until today.

Buck’s leg had been playing up. It had started a few weeks ago, now, a twinge after a long rescue, and Buck had just assumed he’d twisted it. He’d gone home, and done the hot-and-cold therapy, Eddie a diligent nurse as he counted down fifteen minutes on his watch, switching out Buck’s ice, for a heat-pack, and back again.

It had been okay, after that. Not perfect, no – it wasn’t perfect because Buck’s leg was never going to be perfect again, not after having the weight of a fire engine on it, but it was as okay as it ever was. Buck had – well, he’d learned to live with the pain, and the way his knee would ache, when the weather turned colder.

Except –

It got worse.

Buck had gritted his teeth, and worked through the pain, and he hadn’t told Eddie, and he was getting away with it, too, until his leg had given out in the shower, and he’d slipped, and he’d had to shout for his husband to help.

Eddie had been the one who’d made the doctors appointment after he’d scooped a wet Buck out of the shower and ran him through concussion protocol. They’d gone to their GP, and their GP had referred Buck to an orthopaedic specialist, who’d sent Buck for what felt like dozens of scans, and now they were sitting in his office, and Buck felt like he was having a panic attack.

“Breathe, baby,” Eddie’s voice was steady, as he spoke.

It sort of made Buck want to scream.

“I can’t,” Buck shook his head.

“Buck, you don’t know what he’s going to say,” Eddie’s eyes were wide, pleading, as he looked at Buck. “You need to calm down, or you’re going to work yourself up into a panic attack.”

He was already halfway there, frankly.

Buck shook his head. “I can’t,” he repeated, and he hated the way his voice cracked, mid-sentence, his own terror, and upset, escaping the vice he’d tried to clamp them in before they’d walked into the doctor’s office. He didn’t want to cry. “Eddie, how can I calm down? I don’t – I don’t know what he’s about to turn around and tell me. What if – what if I can’t work? What if there’s something really, terribly, horribly wrong, and he’s going to tell me that I can’t go back to being a firefighter?”

Eddie looked crestfallen. “Buck,” he admonished gently. “Why haven’t you talked to me about how you’re feeling? I didn’t – I didn’t realise that was where your head was at with all of this.”

“I don’t know how to talk about it,” Buck admitted, and that was the truth of it: it had been years, now, since the bombing, and he still woke up in a cold sweat, the phantom weight of the fire engine crushing his leg feeling as though it was pinning him to their bed. It had been years, and sometimes Buck still didn’t know how to talk about it, how to talk about the way it made him feel, talk about the fear that always lingered in the back of his mind, wondering if an injury he’d gotten at 28 was going to be the thing that forced him to retire from the only job he’d ever loved years before he should have to.

He didn’t know how to talk about it.

“Buck...”

“Eddie, don’t,”  Buck shook his head. “I didn’t talk about it because I can’t – I can’t take the platitudes, I can’t deal with you telling me that everything is going to be okay, because you don’t know if it’s going to be okay. You don’t, and I can’t handle you telling me everything is going to be fine.”

Buck squeezed his eyes shut. He’s not sure that he could handle the sympathetic look that he knew was on Eddie’s face right now, because he was pretty sure that the sympathy would be the thing to send him over the edge.

“Buck. Can you look at me, for a second?”

“No,” Buck mumbled. “I’ll cry.”

He could hear the barely concealed laughter in Eddie’s voice. “That’s okay,” he said. “It wouldn’t be the first time I’ve seen you cry.”

Buck opened his eyes and glared at his husband. “Are you calling me a cry-baby?”

“I’d never,” Eddie grinned. “I think you’re in touch with your own emotions in an admirable and healthy way.”

Buck rolled his eyes. “Shut up,” he huffed. “Eddie – I’m terrified that he’s going to walk in here and tell me that it’s over, and I can’t be a firefighter anymore.”

Buck hadn’t realised his leg was bouncing up and down until Eddie put a hand on his thigh, his grip tight. The gold of his wedding ring was striking against the navy material of Buck’s trousers, a reminder of the commitment they’d made to each other only a few months ago, now.

“I won’t sit here, and tell you that it’s going to be okay,” Eddie said, giving Buck a reassuring smile. “But I will sit here and tell you that no matter what he says, and no matter what he says, we’re going to get through this. Okay? I mean – it’s not really okay, I know, but – well, you know what I mean.”

“I do,” Buck flashed his husband a watery smile.

“Take a deep breath for me,” Eddie encouraged, and Buck was too tired to fight it this time, mimicking the way his husband was breathing in, and out. “That’s it. Take another one for me.”

Buck breathed in, and out, and as he breathed out for the second time, the door opened.

“Mr Buckley-Diaz,” his doctor greeted, holding a sheaf of paper. “I’ve got the results of your scans here.”

Eddie’s grip on Buck’s thigh was tight enough to be uncomfortable, but it was grounding, in a way. Buck nodded. “Okay,” he breathed in again, long, and slow. “Hit me with it, doc.”

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[mycrawfordcountyancestors]

Family Lore

It's been a few years since I posted in this blog, but I have some free time right now. I'm participating in the 52 Ancestors in 52 weeks challenge again. Each week we are given a prompt and are asked to write something about our family history using that prompt. My goal is to participate at least once a month. All posts will be somehow related to my Crawford County family, or their ancestors. So here's my first post of 2024--Family Lore.

Every family has stories about their forefathers and relatives, and mine is no exception. And like most family lore, there may be a grain of truth to the story, but the facts get muddled over the years. Most of the family lore I’ve heard is merely a sentence or two. I’ll share a couple of tidbits and then explain if I can confirm or refute that statement.

FAMILY LORE #1:    I grew up believing that I had Native American ancestry. Of course, this is a common bit of lore in many families. I was encouraged to be proud of this nebulous heritage. As I researched, I found other family researchers reported that so-and-so married a Cherokee woman, or this ancestor was a full-blooded Shawnee. So when DNA tests became popular, I jumped on the bandwagon to learn if the Native American story was true. My mother and I have a small amount of non-European DNA but it is so little that the origins of it remain unclear. We also have a smidgen of West African DNA. It's possible that the non-European DNA is from an Indigenous ancestor, or perhaps it is from an ancestor I have yet to discover. One will only have about 1% of any individual ancestor’s DNA after about 6 generations, so the Indigenous ancestor could’ve been quite far back and my mother did not receive that non-European DNA to pass on to me.

We are curious about the West African DNA. I have several enslavers in my ancestry, and we know how enslaved women were often treated. Is our West African DNA from an enslaved person who escaped their enslaver and was light-skinned enough to pass as Native American or white? Did they leave their black family and start a new life as "Native American," telling their children and grandchildren that family lore? I'm not sure I will ever know the answer.

So now this family lore has been modified…the story I will tell my descendants is, that we had an ancestor of West African descent who perhaps chose to pass as Native American (a safer option, perhaps?) and that became their story that was told to their children and grandchildren and great-great-great-great grandchildren.

FAMILY LORE #2:    One of my favorite family stories is that of one of my father’s first cousins. My dad had something close to 50 first cousins on his mother’s side and did not know them all personally. I’ll call this particular cousin “Rebecca,” I’m not going to name her, because she still has living siblings in their 80s and 90s, and possibly children and grandchildren somewhere. Rebecca was 17 years older than my dad and grew up in Kentucky. Rebecca’s mother was an older sister to my paternal grandmother and grew up in Crawford County. My father’s version of Rebecca’s story is, that when Rebecca was 18 years old, she put a dime in her shoe, hitchhiked to Hollywood, and married jazz trombonist Jack Teagarden.

As we should expect, there may be a bit of truth to this family lore. Several years ago, Rebecca popped into my head, and I thought that I’d see what I could learn about her. I Googled her and found that she was a bit of a local celebrity in her town on the west coast, unfortunately because of some crimes committed, complicated with, I suspect, mental illness and/or substance abuse. In an interview with the newspaper Rebecca told many tales about herself, including that she’d been a Vegas show girl and worked on the set of a Richard Burton movie. So, maybe she did make it to Hollywood with that dime in her shoe.

I was more interested in the Jack Teagarden story. I read a biography of Jack Teagarden and did not find Rebecca’s name, nor could I find a marriage record for them on Ancestry.com or FamilySearch.org. What I did find, though, was a set of photographs at the Library of Congress of several 1940s jazz greats in a casual situation, including Jack Teagarden accompanied by Rebecca! Later, in another jazz great’s biography, she was referred to as Jack Teagarden’s “girlfriend.” He was married at the time of his involvement with Rebecca, but he and his wife may have been separated. So Rebecca had some sort of relationship with Jack Teagarden- but was most likely not married to him.

My suggestion is to take the family lore with a grain of salt, and dissect every aspect of it to determine what is true and what has changed over time. You’ll probably find an element of truth to an otherwise stretched story!

[healthstyle101]

Proud Boy who disappeared before J6 sentencing found unconscious in Florida home

Proud Boys Member Found Unconscious by FBI After Vanishing Ahead of Sentencing Federal agents, in their search for Christopher Worrell, a 52-year-old Proud Boys affiliate from Naples, Florida, who had been involved in the Capitol riot, discovered him unconscious in his residence, as announced by the FBI on Friday. This was the startling turn of events for Worrell, who had been on house arrest, awaiting sentencing for his involvement in the 2021 attack, and had disappeared a month prior. Worrell's mysterious vanishing act came to an end when he attempted to surreptitiously return to his home, prompting federal agents to take swift action. The FBI disclosed that he was found in an unconscious state and promptly received medical attention. He was subsequently transported to a hospital in Naples, Florida. Unfortunately, the FBI did not provide further information about his condition. For weeks, authorities had been diligently searching for Worrell, who had been under house arrest before eluding law enforcement ahead of his sentencing in Washington, D.C. The charges against him included assault, obstruction of Congress, and other offenses, for which prosecutors had been seeking a 14-year prison sentence. Upon reentering Worrell's residence, agents discovered a cache of items that included night-vision goggles, a sum of $4,000 in cash, and what was described as "survivalist" gear. As of the time of this report, William Shipley, Worrell's attorney, had not responded to inquiries. Worrell had been released from detention in Washington in November 2021, less than a month after a judge found merit in his civil-rights complaints regarding his treatment while incarcerated. U.S. District Judge Royce Lamberth ruled that Worrell's medical care for a broken hand had been unduly delayed, resulting in the holding of D.C. jail officials in contempt of court. The legal saga surrounding Worrell began when he was convicted in May, following a bench trial, of assaulting law enforcement officers with pepper spray gel during the tumultuous events of January 6, 2021. At the time, he was observed in a tactical vest, bragging about deploying the substance and hurling derogatory slurs at the officers. Prosecutors contended that Worrell's subsequent testimony during the trial, where he claimed he was merely targeting other rioters, was "preposterous," as noted in court records. In a bid to provide context for his actions, Worrell's attorney argued that his client had brought the spray gel and tactical vest to Washington for defensive purposes due to previous altercations between Proud Boys and counter-protesters. The defense suggested that the chaotic atmosphere at the Capitol may have led to misunderstandings and inaccuracies in Worrell's trial testimony. Of note, more than 36 individuals implicated in the Capitol attack have been identified by federal authorities as leaders, members, or affiliates of the Proud Boys, a group characterized by its members as a "politically incorrect men's club for Western chauvinists." Former Proud Boys national chairman, Enrique Tarrio, was recently sentenced to 22 years in prison, marking the lengthiest sentence thus far in connection with the January 6 attack. Tarrio and three associates from the Proud Boys were convicted of seditious conspiracy and related offenses, accused of planning to thwart the peaceful transfer of power from Trump to President Joe Biden. The fallout from the January 6 riot continues, with over 1,100 individuals facing federal charges related to the event. Approximately two-thirds of them have already been sentenced, with the majority receiving custodial sentences, as indicated by a review of court records by the Associated Press. Read the full article

[hakuyamazakisensei]

52 Weeks of Prompts

Week Eight, I think!  Prompt:  "Don't think too much. You're going to get a headache." Sent in by @lescahiersdesable  An Okita/Hijikata non-romance

NOTE: This is a continuation of my OkiSai AU. Most of the 52 weeks of prompts will be for that AU. I hope you enjoy! You  can also read it over at AO3 and get a sneak peek of the next one!

Hijikata pinched the bridge of his nose and attempted to ignore the headache that was growing more pronounced with each passing minute. Time was wasting, and he wanted to be out there looking for the son of a bitch who put Saito out of commission. He hated waiting. He glanced around the waiting room and watched Kondo pull Heisuke aside. Hijikata’s eyes moved past them to Harada as he guided Chizuru to one of the empty seats and gently forced her to sit.

Hijikata studied the girl for a moment, torn between demanding she go home and allowing her to help. She had earned the right to stay —had fought hard to prove herself— and she had succeeded. And yet, Hijikata was loath to send her out in the field. It had nothing to do with the fact that she was female, or even that she was so terribly young. No, it was because she was so damned trusting, assuming people spoke the truth because she spoke the truth. She was naïve and that made sending her out dangerous. He glanced back toward Kondo and saw that he was standing by himself, watching Hijikata with knowing eyes and a gentle smile. Kondo slowly made his way over to stand beside him.

“Toshi, I sent Heisuke-kun home to rest. I want him guarding Saito-kun’s door tonight.” He paused and then asked, “How would you like to proceed?”

Hijikata gave Kondo a sidelong glance before looking back over the sea of faces that had turned to watch them speak. He moved his eyes from one face to another as he considered his options. It was just like Kondo-san to hand him the reins and, though he would never admit it aloud, he appreciated the level of trust. He shook his head and gave himself a small, rueful smile; he was feeling far too sentimental all of a sudden.

“Kondo-san, I think you should head to the office. Take Gen-san and Yukimura. Look at Saito’s records and see if you can come up with a list of names —people who might have it out for him personally.” Hijikata turned to Chizuru as she rose and moved closer to the two men. “Yukimura, as reports come in, it will fall to you to keep that information organized and passed along. Gen-san can assist you if you need help.”

“Hai, Hijikata-san!” Chizuru said, squaring her shoulders.

Hijikata sighed inwardly and moved his attention to Gen. “Gen-san, call Sannan-san. Have him go over Saito’s computer with a fine tooth comb; search for any hidden or encrypted files.”

“Of course.”

Hijikata thought for moment before speaking to Kondo once more. “I know you aren’t crazy about doing this, but we’re going to need to use your ties with the police department to stay in the loop on this one.”

“I’ll do whatever needs to be done, Toshi. Now,” he added, turning to smile at Chizuru and Gen, “I suggest we head over there right away.” As the trio headed toward the exit, Kondo turned back, his eyes piercing Hijikata’s. “We will find who did this, Toshi. We won’t rest until we do!”

Hijikata nodded, a tight smile playing across his lips. He kept his eyes on Kondo until he disappeared through the door, followed silently by Chizuru and Gen. When they were gone, Hijikata turned and faced the remaining members of the team.

“Yamazaki, Shimada...take Saito’s apartment. Go over it top to bottom. Yamazaki, you handle his laptop. Report anything to HQ.”

“Sir!” Yamazaki gave a slight bow, and took his leave with Shimada.

“What about us?” Harada asked as he and Nagakura stepped forward.

“You’re with me,” Hijikata said. “We’re going back to the scene of the accident. There won’t be much left by way of evidence; I’m sure the police have had it sectioned off and cleaned up. But I want a fresh pair of eyes on the layout.”

“Didn’t I hear something about a witness?” Nagakura asked.

“Two, actually. We’ll have to wait on the reports, if Kondo can get them. His contact at the department should be able to do that easily enough.”

Satisfied with that, Nagakura nodded and the three men headed toward the parking lot.

***

Shiranui Kyo watched the police officers from a distance, a disdainful scowl on his face. He was more disgusted with himself than the moronic humans he watched scurrying across the asphalt like ants. His hesitation had caused him to lose the men he was tailing, and now he was stuck trying to piece together where they might have gone and why they had tried to kill this man, Saito.

He moved in closer, making sure to keep himself hidden. It wasn’t difficult--hiding from humans--they only saw what they expected to see. But he wasn’t taking any chances. After all, every once in a while, a human surprised him —noticed him when he was trying to go unseen.

The crowd was beginning to disperse and only the cops remained, along with a few die-hard gawkers. Shiranui mixed in with the latter group, peeking over the shoulder of a rather short, dumpy man who was snapping pictures with his cell phone. Shiranui rolled his eyes and nudged the man out of the way.

“Hey! Watch where you going, punk!” the man said, staggering to the side.

Shiranui ignored him, instead focusing on the large, black SUV pulling up next to the police sedan on the far side of the taped off area. Three men exited the vehicle, and Shiranui knew instantly that they weren’t officers. These men were something else entirely. He moved a bit closer and halted as three pairs of eyes swung his way immediately. Shiranui instantly turned to the picture-happy man behind him and shouted with feigned belligerence.

“What the hell, man? Quit your damn shoving!”

The man, flustered at being accused of something he didn’t do, spluttered angrily before shoving back into the crowd and disappearing from view. Shiranui chuckled and glanced back at the trio who were now walking the scene. He saw that he was no longer of interest to them and smiled, glad that his ruse worked — and bonus points for getting rid of the idiot with the camera.

He watched the men as they studied the roadway: a muscled buffoon, a pretty boy and...well, another pretty boy, but the scowl on that one’s face looked to be permanent. Even with those amethyst eyes, Shiranui was certain he wouldn’t be any fun. He turned his gaze back to the lanky red-head. The man was gorgeous and moved like a cat; like he was comfortable in his own skin. Shiranui grinned. This just got a bit more interesting. If he was going to have to deal with humans, he might as well make the most of it.

Putting on his best smile, Shiranui sauntered around the taped-off crime scene to get closer to the men. He made sure to leave his hands in sight, certain that his movements were already being tracked by at least one of the newcomers, if not all of them.

“Heeeeey,” he drawled, brightening his smile as he moved in closer to the red-head. “Did you catch the dudes that did it?”

Three pairs of eyes looked to him immediately —angry purple ones, shrewd blue ones, and thoughtful golden ones.

“You know something about what happened here?” Golden Eyes asked him, striding forward.

Shiranui let his gaze travel up the length of the man, not bothering to hide his interest. When he finally reached the face, Shiranui chuckled. Those eyes —at first widened in shock and then narrowed in suspicion— were so emotive! He loved it. He looked to the men behind pretty boy and found both were watching him. He flashed a grin and gave a small wave before focusing on Golden Eyes once again.

“I might,” he drawled, “but I don’t think it was what you would call an accident.”              

“Is that so? Were you here? Did you see it go down? What makes you think it wasn’t an accident?”

“Woah, slow down man. I’ll answer your questions...if you answer mine. What’s your name?” After a brief silence during which Shiranui was scrutinized through narrowed eyes, he finally received a response.

“Harada,” was the clipped answer. “No games, you hear? What do you know? Did you see what happened?”

“Shiranui...remember the name, ne? And yeah, I was here. I was behind the car that hit the bike. It didn’t slow down,” Shiranui said with a shrug. “I think it might have even sped up.”

Harada watched Shiranui carefully, trying to determine what was setting warning bells off in his head. For one thing, Shiranui looked out of place here —skin-tight black jeans, a mesh top that did little to protect him from the cold, boots and belt covered in silver studs. He had to be some sort of entertainer —either a dancer from one of the nearby bars, or a prostitute. That latter didn’t seem quite right, at least not for this section of the city. He was too clean.

“You liking what you see?” Shiranui asked, an eyebrow raised and a definite smirk on his lips.

“Hardly,” Harada responded. Perhaps he was wrong about the prostitution. “Wait here a minute,” he added before turning and jogging toward Hijikata and Nagakura.

“What the hell does he want?” Hijikata asked the moment Harada was near.

“He saw the whole thing...so he claims.”

“You don’t believe him?” Nagakura asked.

“I don’t know. There’s something off about him, but I can’t really pinpoint it. Maybe he’s just an odd duck."

“Mnm...get what information you can. We’ll decide what’s worth keeping later.”

Harada nodded and moved back toward Shiranui, trying to analyze what bothered him about the man. It was more than his look, though that was pretty memorable. It was his attitude. He was far too aloof. He frowned at Shiranui as the man grinned at him almost predatorily. Harada was beginning to feel like the women Shin went after.

“Alright...Shiranui, was it? Why don’t you follow me? I have some questions I’d like to ask.”

***

Souji sat on the stool next to Saito’s bed and, for the first time in a very long while, second-guessed himself. Of course, he wouldn’t even be considering a fault in his choices if Hijikata-san had bothered to reply to even one of the numerous texts Souji had sent his way, asking for updates on what they had found out, if anything. But he hadn’t responded, and now Souji questioned his decision to stay behind and leave the investigation to the others.

Frustrated, he surged to his feet and paced the length of the room. A glance at the clock on the wall told him two hours had passed since anybody had contacted him. He dug the phone out of his back pocket and punched in Kondo-san’s number.

“Souji! Is everything alright? Has something happened to Saito-kun?” Kondo asked immediately.

“No, no, nothing like that. Hajime-kun is sleeping. I was hoping to get an update, Kondo-san. Hijikata-san hasn’t returned any of my calls.”

“Ah, I see. Toshi is probably busy, then. I’m sure he will let us know the moment he finds anything. I’ll call you the moment I hear something.”

Souji muttered under his breath —a small jibe at Hijikata— but kept the comment to himself. Kondo-san wouldn’t appreciate the sentiment. He spoke for a few more minutes, then said his goodbyes and hung up. He tucked the phone back in his pocket and resumed his pacing. He hated staying still when there was so much to be done. He glanced over to Saito, who slept on, oblivious to the world around him. Souji moved back to his stool and sat, his eyes scouring Saito’s face for any trace of pain.

“Hajime-kun, I wish you could tell us what happened here. That would save us a lot of trouble, you know?” Saito was so pale —more so than usual. Seeing him like that reminded Souji of why he had stayed at the hospital in the first place. He reached up and swept a lock of hair off of Saito’s forehead.

Ove the past year, Souji had begun to realize that his feelings for Hajime Saito had grown into something...more. He no longer thought of him as a best friend, though he wasn’t clear about how he did feel for the man. He was fairly certain Saito’s feelings had changed as well, but to what? And to what end?

His thoughts were interrupted by the pinging of his cell. He took it out of his pocket and glanced at the screen. Hijikata had finally sent a message. Souji opened it with a slight sneer, certain that Kondo-san had contacted him.

He read the message and scoffed aloud.

H: I told you I would let you know if I learned anything.

S: What’s the matter? Did Kondo-san call you?

H: You know damn well he did. That was what you wanted, wasn’t it?

S: You should have answered my texts. So what have you learned?

H: Not a damn thing. Harada might have something. He’s talking to a possible witness now.

S: Is that so?

H: Guy doesn’t seem very reliable. We’ll have to see.

S: I want to be kept in the loop.

H: You will be.

S: I haven’t been so far. Not until Kondo-san stepped in.

H: That’s bullshit! I think I told you I would let you know what we found out. And we’ve found nothing.

S: Yeah yeah. Don’t think too much. You’re going to give yourself a headache.

Chuckling to himself, Souji put the phone away and leaned forward, resting his elbows on Saito’s bed. He considered contacting Harada, but decided to wait. Not for long, though. He would give him time to question this witness first. Shouldn’t take more than an hour. Then Souji would find out what was learned. Until then, he’d keep Hajime-kun company.

[mrs-march-ahs]

Fashion Show for Kai

🎶I hit 600 and I’m at my peak Let’s all get excited for my Kai Week🎶 sorry that there’s so much author’s note today

Summary- Kai is sick of you loitering and bothering him, so he gives you a one time offer to go shopping and buy anything you want. The type of clothing you chose makes him realise giving you his credit card was a good choice, for both of you.

Warnings- Soft Daddy! Kai, knife & blood kink, nerd alert (Words- 2.5k) (Tag list- @tatestripedsweater​) 

Requests- “ Can u do a kai x fem!reader smut where kai is actually a soft daddy?? I know it sounds kinda impossible for kai but it really makes me feel nice to imagine him as a soft daddy so yeah. And reader's not a virgin but it's her first time with kai. Maybe like after a cult meeting.” Yes miss girl <3

“#52 & a lil bit of knife play with divine ruler?😇 you’re so talented ily <3 - @daddyevanpeters​” I didn’t use the number prompt which I hope is okay, I think you’ll like this<3 no i love you

“CONGRATULATIONS ON 300 FOLLOWERS!!!! You are so inspiring and talented. I just joined the fandom recently, and you have been such an amazing person to look up to! I heard that you were taking requests, sooooooo do you think you could do a head cannon for James, Kai, or the Evans (if you want) on how the would react to seeing reader in lingerie for the first time!! THANK YOU!” I hope you’re still here! This request is clearly from a while ago, but this was the perfect opportunity! I love it, thank you you’re sooo sweet<3

you’ll need this picture for later, enjoy ;)

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You slowly walk downstairs, and try to take a quick glance to see whether Kai’s cult meeting is coming to an end. Although you were almost always welcome, when it came to an upcoming murder, for some reason, Kai didn’t want you involved. And to keep you as safe and indifferent as possible, he didn’t tell you anything about it. But now that you were having a few days off work, you found yourself wandering around the house aimlessly, wanting to be with Kai even more than usual. You were usually welcome at the meetings, and it felt unnatural to you to have to avoid them. When you peaked your head around the corner of the bookshelf, Kai instantly notices you and hedges in his sentence, looking to the floor and sighing. He rubs his eyes before looking back up at you.

“I thought I was clear, can’t you keep yourself busy?”, he snaps at you. You walk over a little closer to him and sigh in exasperation.

“Can’t I just sit with you? I won’t even listen I swear-”, you don’t bother saying anything else when Kai stands up and burns you with his eyes.

“Go away”. You sulk at his words but continue to stand there, your eyes flicking around the floor, searching for something else to say and as you open your mouth to beg to stay yet again, another loud sigh interrupts you. He shakes his head and reaches into his pocket, before taking out his wallet and then credit card. He holds it in front of you and speaks with his regular authoritative tone of voice. He had to make sure that everybody at the meeting knew that he was completely in charge of you.

“Here. Don’t go crazy, but go somewhere and keep yourself busy”. You hesitantly take his credit card from his hand and nod at him, but when you pick your arms up to give him a grateful hug, he pushes them back down to deny it and snaps at you once last time.

“Do not come back here until I’m done with my meeting”

You nod and promptly leave, knowing that Kai doesn’t expect an answer, and just expects you to understand and follow every order he gives you. You quickly get dressed and leave the house, knowing Kai will get more mad if you sit around and don’t take advantage of what he gave you. Though he never particularly showered you with money, he always made sure he spoiled you some way or another so you would stay close to him.

You cautiously but happily spend Kai’s money, unsure how much you have or how much he is willing for you to spend, but in order to make sure that he wont regret giving you this gift, you decide to treat him too.

Within a little more than an hour, the very complicated plan of murder is clear to everybody in the cult and the meeting comes to an end. At that very second when most people begin to scatter, your phone in your pocket dings loudly, making sure you hear it. You’re in huge trouble if you don’t reply to Kai’s messages and calls, so to avoid having your phone taken away you never put it on silent or vibrate, and immediately read his messages. He asks when you’re planning to return home, and even though you were on your way for a coffee, mostly done with shopping, you don’t want to make him wait for you. Your thumbs dance around the keypad as you plan a message when your phone buzzes in your hand with another message from Kai.

‘Come home now’

Although his anger and fierce dominance strikes fear in others, and sometimes in you too, you go home with an innocent smirk on your face, already excited for angry Kai.

When you walk through the door Kai shuts it instantly after you, making you flinch, not having noticed him behind it. You attempt to hide your bags behind your back, but to no avail.

“I got a scam alert”, he says calmly, turning the key in the door to lock it.

“Uncharacteristic purchase from Victoria’s Secret”, he says quietly. Kai inches closer to you and puts his hands on your waist with a tight possessive grip, before looking over your shoulder at the bags behind your back. Most of them pink, one of them black. He exhales deeply in satisfaction at the sight of tissue paper, already excited for the show you’re going to put on for him.

Without a single word, he goes upstairs, and you follow him like a little lost puppy following its owner. He walks into a bedroom and sits on the end of the bed, facing the door. As you walk in behind him, he leans back on his arms and looks you up and down, examining your fully dressed body. When his eyes once again reach yours, he shakes his head to the side once, and you quickly nod.

“Yes, Divine Ruler, I’ll be right back”. You leave the room and go to the bathroom and weigh your options on which lingerie to show him first, but wanting to look as innocent as possible for him, you quickly rip your clothes off and jump into the shower for a minute, gently caressing your skin with body wash before dressing up for him.

As soon as Kai hears the water running, he sighs, and starts to look around the room, needy and already thinking of ways to punish you for wasting his time.

But soon enough, you gently step towards the bedroom Kai’s in and open the door, making Kai sit up when he hears the creak. You stand before him in your baby pink lacy underwear and bra and slowly walk over to him, making your steps as light as possible.

“I showered and oiled up for you, Divine Ruler”, you say seductively making Kai moan breathily at the sight of you glistening. When you get close enough, he puts his hands on your waist and slides them down to your thighs, one of his favorite places on your body, before putting his face to them. He runs his lips along your thighs and moans at how soft you feel under him. The soft sounds coming out of him turn you on immensely, and how his rough and dry lips slide along your thighs makes them tingle.

Kai’s hands rubbing over your ass makes your mind wander to the filthiest thoughts you have, ones you’d only share if Kai made you. A recent scenario that often came to your mind in the shower was one from a week ago, where Kai bent you over his desk as per usual, but instead of fucking you right away, he spread your cheeks and used his heavenly mouth on you, something he doesn’t do often. His hands on your thighs brought back every memory you have of him between them, making you cum over and over again until you grip his hair in the excitement, which always results in him putting you in handcuffs. Unexpectedly, Kai bites your thigh, making you gasp and break out of your trance of dirty thoughts.

“You’ve picked the perfect day to be sensitive, my love”. Kai’s new nickname for you instantly heals the temporary pain caused by his teeth, and you look at him, completely smitten and in love.

He stands up and kisses your lips once, very softly, before turning the two of you around and pushing you on the bed. But today, he does so gently, and you fall onto the mattress and feel the soft covers hug your skin and make you feel a way you never feel. Loved. It was obvious that Kai loved you, and even though he never said it, he showed it by prioritizing you over any other member of the cult, and trying to protect you from certain cruel things the world has to offer. He knew you were the strongest and most dedicated member and he always felt the devotion you gave him when you volunteered to do things for him that the other pussies were scared to do. Your heartless dedication to commit murder and crimes for him was what made gentle and innocent moments like this so special to him. Your naivety and trust for him made him hard.

He straddles you and looks at you beneath him. His eyes were as dark and lustful as always, so you put your hands up to the bed frame, all ready to be tied to up at his mercy. He smiles at your obedient actions ever so lovingly, before cupping your cheek and leaning down to you.

“Not today, little lamb”. You slowly put your hands back down confused by his words, almost worried by him not being as dominant as always, but all worries melt away when he kisses you once again, not forcing his tongue in and not making you feel like you must please him. Instead, kissing you so passionately that you are left breathless and occasionally forget to kiss back, enjoying your master taking care of you and kissing your gentle lips. He moves his attention to your neck, sucking on it gently leaving the tiniest bruises that will fade away within hours.

“Do you trust me?”, he whispers against your skin, giving you goosebumps.

“Of course, Divine Ruler”. Your instant response makes Kai smile against your neck and sit back up on you. He reaches into his pocket, and slowly takes out his pocketknife, flicking it open.

“I’m not going to tie you down, Y/N, so you need to stay still, you understand?”, he asks deeply. You look at the blade in his hand with pleading eyes and gulp at the idea of him hurting you.

“You want to… cut me?”. You ask, trying to sound as sure of yourself as possible. Divine Ruler hates weak girls.

“Of course not, I won’t cut you. If you don’t move”, he says as if it’s all so obvious. No matter how unsure you were about this, his confidence made you rely on him even more and you nod your head, willing to do whatever it is he wanted from you. His warm smile at your willingness to take whatever he does to you melts your heart and you take a deep breath before relaxing your body completely. You close your eyes and Kai shuffles down to sit over your legs, looking at your boobs and thighs in the gorgeous underwear you wore for him. Just for him.

He lays his blade against your boob, and slides it down your chest, making you open your eyes nervously but stay completely still. He hums as he slides it down your stomach, before getting to your panties and unexpectedly puts the blade under them.

“I like these”, he simply states, before in one quick motion slicing them off at one side.

“We’ll have to get some more”

He slices them off at the other side, and peels them away from you, making you bite your lip. No matter how many times Kai does a multitude of dirty things to you, your stomach fills with butterflies whenever you feel his eyes on your naked body.

He puts his knife against your lower abdomen and pushes it down slightly, making it dig into your skin without breaking it. He carefully inspects the dent in your skin as he moves it down your thigh, pushing the blade at an angle that won’t cut you. Kai is intoxicated at the incredible sight of you with your panties cut off, and staying still for him with fear behind your eyes. The vulnerability of you under his knife makes his cock harden, and he puts his other hand on your thigh with a tight grip. He gives it a harsh squeeze which not only sends a pool of arousal to your pussy, but also makes you gasp and move unintentionally, his blade digging into your skin making serious contact this time. But Kai continues to move it down, creating a slice in your thigh that begins to drool blood. You wince at the feeling but say nothing, willing to take it to see Kai pleased.

“Doing such a good job baby”, Kai mumbles under his breath, his eyes glued to the sight of you bleeding. The soft praise sticks in your mind, standing separate to the usual degrading you receive from Kai during sex. He puts the blade in front of his face and licks the blood off it, keeping strong eye contact with you, making you wet.

Just when you think you can’t get any more turned on by Kai’s sudden nurturing, as you feel your blood drip down almost to the bed sheet, he leans down and licks the blood up, then sucking the blood out of your scar. The stinging only adds to the pleasure, as you are far from new at pain and pleasure combined.

He continues sucking and kissing your thighs, getting dangerously close to where you yearn to feel his face, and starts mumbling sweet nothings against them.

“Took it like such a good girl, you know”

You lean your head back not being able to handle the praise, and bite your lip in excitement knowing you make Kai this happy.

“You’re gonna get a treat for this”. Kai sits up and puts his hands under your knees and picks up your thighs, taking a longing glance between your legs as he spreads them.

Although it takes everything from you to not sit and take the treat like a good girl, you hope the happier you make him the more he’ll do for you, and you use all the strength in your body to interrupt him.

“Kai, wait”, you say softly. “I have another outfit I think you might like”. He looks at you and considers your suggestion, before putting down your thighs. You quickly sit up and practically run to the bathroom, not only desperate to get your treat, but also knowing that the outfit will take a second to put on.

When you come back out to see Kai, his eyes widen and he resists the temptation to throw his mouth open, and clenches his jaw instead. He carefully examines you from top to bottom and back, soaking in your costume. You have a black sports bra with ropes on it, khaki shorts with a gun belt and a pistol, and your hair in a braid. Divine Ruler liked sweet obedient girls, but it was obvious the inner nerd in Kai would lose his mind at your outfit.

You walk over to him as confidently as possible, the hunger in his eyes giving you a huge ego boost, and he stands up to look down at you.

“Looks like you’re ready to be my naughty girl again, correct?”, he growls, and you nod at him. He smirks and walks over to the bed stand, taking out your handcuffs. But instead of following, you stay stood and look at him with a raised eyebrow, trying to look intimidating. He looks over at you and throws the handcuffs on the bed.

“Hurry up Lara, I have some digging and exploring to do”.

[bangtanloverboys]

the chopin compromise // pjm

summary - jimin has had it with you and your loud ass music, he finally snapped

paring - single dad!jimin x female!reader

genre - fluff; neighbor au

prompt - enemies to lovers

word count - 535

warnings - reader is a bit of an asshole, but that’s about it

authors note - another one for the ghostie marathon!!  kinda hard to fit an enemies to lovers kinda thing into under 1.5k but i think this worked out pretty nice

bts ghostie drabble marathon

“Shhh shh, hey it’s okay! Daddy’s here. Daddy’s here.” Jimin cooed over his wailing daughter, Ara. Picking her up, he slowly bounced her in his arms, trying to sooth her. Jimin glared at the wall that he shared with you, his noisy neighbor. 

You moved in a few weeks ago and you had a habit of blasting loud rock music at late hours, not caring at all about your neighbors. He’s only ever met you once, and that was the morning after you had first started blasting music. He had knocked on your door to welcome you into the building but also to politely request that you turn down your music as it was disturbing. Jimin had hoped you would’ve been understanding, seeing how you were new and didn’t want to make a bad first impression. Instead, you rolled your eyes and told him to get earplugs if it bugged him that much, then slammed the door in his face. Ever since, it felt like you were playing the music even louder just to spite him.

The music you were playing was so loud, he doubted you could even hear the crying of a 10 month old baby. Taking Ara away from her room, the noise became muffled. He let out a sigh as he got Ara to cease crying. He stared at the clock, 11:52 pm. Not too terribly late but it took Ara so long for her to calm down enough for him to put her to sleep. Who knows how long she’ll be up now. 

Not knowing much else to do, with her in his arms, he marched right out his front door and over to yours. He knocked several times until you swung open your door, mouth open ready for some sassy remark probably, but you stopped dead in your tracks; eyes falling on the fussing baby in his arms.

“Listen, I really didn’t want to pull this card but my daughter is trying to sleep.” He hissed. “So if you could please, lower your music or get some earbuds, it would be much appreciated. 

You said nothing as you nodded, mouth slightly agape as you continued to stare at Ara in his arms. 

“Thank you,” Jimin then turned on his heel and back into his apartment, still seething in silent rage. Once back in his apartment, he looked down at his daughter, who was yawning. “Aw, let’s get you to sleep, peanut. Sleep is good.” He rubbed her back as he took her back to her room. “There you go,” he said as he laid her down in her crib. Once laying back down, he heard the start of music coming from the wall. “Is she-!” 

He stopped mid sentence, this wasn’t the music you usually played. This music was softer, more gentle. It took him a moment before he finally realized you were playing classical music! To be more specific, it was Chopin. He’d play it on occasion while Ara was napping, usually to mask the sound of him cleaning up or watching TV. While it still was music he could hear playing from you, it was softer and at least it wouldn’t rouse his sleeping peanut again.

[thusspoketrish]

Words Are Very Unnecessary

TW: Dark fic; Angst; mental illness; mention of past suicide attempt; implied self-harm; scarring; psychiatric ward; unethical medical practices/harm; inappropriate patient/doctor/staff interactions; shifting tenses

Created for the prompt Pretend for @drarrymicrofic

Title taken from Depeche Mode’s Enjoy the Silence

3.3K words. This is something that I may consider coming back to expand on in the future. READ ON AO3.

A heartwarming thank you to @starlitsilvereyes for the thorough beta!

When Healer Robins announces that Harry will not be carrying out his final rotation at St Mungo’s, he’s shocked. He’s done everything he can within the last few months to prove himself capable: he’s completed his clinical rotations with commendations, he’s saved lives, he’s brought coffee and donuts in from his favourite bakery in Diagon every Friday, and he’s even played nice with the first-year Trainee Healers. But as Healer Robins announces his fate, Harry not only feels the bottom of his stomach fall—he can practically feel the smug smile burning a hole into the back of his head from his colleague, competitor, and overall pain in his arse, Blaise Zabini.

“I’m sorry Harry, but Blaise has already proven quite successful with some of the patients in Janus Thickey. I’m afraid that if we remove him, many of the patients will respond negatively to the change,” Healer Robins says, aiming a warm smile at Zabini.

“And you have a muggle vehicle, that James Bond-looking thing, am I right, Harry?” Zabini asks.

Harry turns to face him. He hates to admit it, but Zabini looks attractive in the lime green robes—but everything about him is stylish, with his broad shoulders, his fancy clothing under his robes, his stylish haircut. Too stylish for a Healer, Harry thinks glumly, staring down at his beat-up trainers he’s had for three years now. Harry grimaces as the other man smiles widely at him. He’d wager his entire Gringotts vault that Zabini has charmed a tooth to twinkle when he smiles like that.

“Yeah, why?” Harry grunts. He doesn’t want to show just how disappointed he is over missing out on the Thickey Ward, but he’s never been that great at compartmentalising his feelings.

“You’ll need one where you’re going,” Healer Robins says.

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As soon as Harry pulled his sleek black ’52 Jaguar XK-120 (a result of his quarter-life crisis earlier in the year) into the driveway of St Peter’s Asylum, the 16th century estate sends a chill up his spine. He exits his car and ambles around the property for a while, wanting to gain a better sense of his new work environment. There’s a 25-mile-long anti-Apparition ward surrounding the property and no Floo Network connection. Everything about the property felt duplicitous. The beautiful large bay windows were covered excessively with sharp, pointy metal bars, stained-glass depicting religious iconography were covered in grime and spiderwebs. The columned archway framing the front entrance has cracks in them and are covered in rotting foliage. Behind the estate is a crematorium where ominous black smoke currently poured from the vents, spilling upward into the grey sky. He should have known then that something was amiss.

After a confusing meeting with Head Healer Madison, a quick introduction to the nurses and orderlies, Harry is shown to his small, gloomy office. Settled in, when he finally glanced through the files of his new patients, he nearly spilled his coffee on the pile.

He did not expect to see Draco Malfoy on his rota.

He can recall the last time he saw Malfoy, right after the trials, when Harry’s testimony wasn’t enough to save him completely from time in Azkaban, but anything after? He can’t. He does not recall exactly how much time Malfoy served—had it been three years or four? Did he receive early release or was that his father? How had Harry simply put Malfoy out of his mind after everything they had both been through? How had Zabini not warned him Malfoy would be in a psychiatric ward? Did he even know?

All these questions left a sour taste in Harry’s mouth. He had asked Healer Madison to give Malfoy’s file to a different Healer due to the conflict of interest, but there were no other Healers that would take Malfoy, and so Harry was left with a quandary: either help Malfoy or they’ll send him back to Azkaban, untreated, to serve out the rest of his sentence.

Malfoy’s file was as depressing as Harry imagined it to be.

Malfoy was considered a permanent resident on the ward, but the history is muddled as to why he’s been labelled permanent if his psychiatric care was part of his early release requirements from Azkaban. The threadbare treatment plan had no end goals or date to reintegrate Malfoy into Magical society. The file simply read of an attempted suicide in Azkaban, manic depression, and tendencies towards excessive violence to not just himself but those around him when angered—this was one of the reasons Healers refused him care. He had apparently injured the last three, one almost fatally. He’s been kept heavily medicated, but lately has been refusing treatment. The nurses have been providing the necessary potions intravenously.

Malfoy also hasn’t uttered a single word to anyone—not staff or other patients—for over two years.

From the gossip that the nurses regularly indulged in, Harry was able to learn that Malfoy befriended a young Scottish man named Ziggy and an elderly woman named Lottie that was also considered mute and antisocial. Ziggy had died exactly over two years ago under mysterious conditions and his body was sent to the crematorium instead of autopsied by the local Medical Examiner. When Harry had brought this oversight to Healer Madison, he had been scolded and suspended for three days for viewing files not assigned to him. She threatened to send him back to St. Mungos if he continued to work on the files that have been sealed by the Chief Healer, which would result in him failing his final rotation.

This, of course, further fuelled Harry’s interests.

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Harry began to watch Draco’s condition much more closely.

The other man still wouldn’t utter a word to Harry, and sometimes he wondered if Draco even recognised who he was sitting in front of, his eyes unfocused, body slumped in his chair with his bandaged arms wrapped around his body, his long blond hair falling to his shoulders in messy clumps.

Harry began to discover bruises around Draco’s wrists when they’d meet for sessions. When they began to appear around Draco’s neck, and finally, his left eye, Harry calmly enquired about it, and this sent Draco into a silent, violent frenzy. Draco had shoved most of the contents on Harry’s desk to the floor, thrown books at the walls, and ripped one of his bandages free to viciously dig his nails up and down his arm. Harry had to call a CODE RED as he scrambled to unlock his wand from the warded drawer of his desk to Stupefy Draco before he reopened all his wounds. It was the first time Harry had seen any kind of real reaction from the other man and quite frankly, it scared the hell out of him. He had watched helplessly as the orderlies rushed in to gather Draco’s limp body from the floor.

Later that day, he approached Healer Madison.

“I’d like the evaluation forms for any other medical treatments Mr Malfoy is having here,” Harry had demanded. She had popped her gum in Harry’s face before rolling her eyes at his request.

“Those records are private, Potter. For the Chief Healer’s eyes only,” she had said.

“Well, I need the evaluation forms as well. I should be aware of any changes in treatment methods, considering Malfoy is one of my patients.”

Healer Madison patted Harry on the shoulder. “Relax, Potter. No need to be such a bloody worry-wort. Code reds happen all the time here. You’ll soon come to realise how we do things at St Peter’s.”

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Harry left the hospital at 5pm every day. Like clockwork, when he’s just about to get into his car, he’ll look up to the third-floor window of the recreation room where he’ll catch Draco staring down at him through the slats of the bars. Each time, the monster in Harry’s chest that’s begun to grow with Harry’s concern and affection for Draco, roared to life. He knew it would be just a matter of time before Draco ended up dead if Harry did not figure out what’s going on in this hospital.

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On a particularly cold, grey day in October, one month into Harry’s rotation at St Peter’s, Harry enters the third-floor recreation room. All of Harry’s patients have been improving greatly, Draco in particular. Intravenous treatment ended a week ago as he’s now more cooperative in taking his medication by mouth. His self-harming had eased somewhat, but there were still bad days that Harry monitored closely. Draco interacts with staff and his friend Lottie again, sitting next to her to watch the Muggle telly or just holding her wrinkled hand as they both stare out the window. His grey gaze seemed stronger, more focused, determined, even. It made Harry happy to see a sliver of the person he once knew shining through, and he hoped it would just be a matter of time before Draco speaks, so Harry can help him.

Harry glances around the room. Soft music is playing from off the telly. There's plenty of places to sit, but he opts to walk over to the window where Draco is sitting and playing chess by himself. The man’s wrists are bandaged again, no doubt from picking at his scars. Harry can see a patch of blood through the gauze and wonders why none of the nurses have been around to replace them. He wishes he had his wand (which is locked in his office for safety reasons) so he can replace the bandage himself.

“Draco,” Harry starts warmly. “How are you doing today?”

Draco looks up from the board and Harry gasps. There’s another brutal black eye around his left eye, and the top of his lip is split. Harry reaches out, his fingers lightly touching Draco’s lips before grazing along his jaw. Draco remains very, very still under Harry’s touch, his lips parting slightly as his chest heaves. When Harry remembers himself, he snatches his hand back as if he’s been burned.

“Who did this to you?” Harry hisses.

For a moment, Draco’s eyes turn incredibly bright as he exhales a phlegmy breath before his gaze shutters. Harry sits on the opposite side of the board, staring down at it as Draco takes one trembling hand to move his black bishop to E5. Harry sighs.

“You can tell me, Draco. I…I want to help you. I know there’s something terrible happening in this hospital, and I know someone is hurting you. Please, Draco—”

Draco abruptly stands from his seat, startling Harry. Draco doesn’t pay him any notice as he stretches his long, rail-thin body before strolling up to the nurse’s station. He taps on the glass divider several times before Nurse Mathilde slides the panel open.

“What is it, Mr Malfoy?”

Draco mimes smoking a cigarette.

Nurse Mathilde purses her lips. “The Chief Healer has given you permission to smoke again, but not until 5pm and especially not without an orderly present. You’ll have to wait until then. No exceptions!” she snaps before slamming the panel shut.

Draco doesn’t come back to his board game, nor does he glance over at Harry.

Harry watches as he instead sits next to his friend Lottie who is staring at the only plant in the recreational room. He lifts her wrinkled hand and entwines it with his own before settling in to watch the plant with her.

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At approximately 5pm Harry exits the asylum, briefcase in one hand and car keys in the other. When he passes by one of the gnarled oak trees, he notices Draco leaning against it, blowing tendrils of smoke from his cigarette. Harry slows down to watch him.

Draco’s hip is cocked out, his hospital shirt bunched up slightly, exposing a sliver of pale flesh and a titillating v-line that disappears in his thin cotton hospital pyjamas. He’s properly beautiful—all long lines and sharp edges carved in delicate, alabaster marble. Harry has noticed just how clearer Draco’s eyes are now, how the grey is piercing, brimming with cleverness and an intelligence that reminds Harry of the boy he knew in Hogwarts.

Harry’s suddenly startled out of his reverence when he glances around and notices that Draco is currently unattended.

Harry decides to approach him.

“Draco. Are you out here by yourself? Where is your attending orderly?”

“He was recovering from the blowjob I gave him before I did this—” Draco says, his voice thick and raspy. Harry is so shocked to hear the familiar drawl that he stumbles forward, his eyes widening, realises too late that Draco has lunged towards him, left hand raised high to strike Harry on the side of his head with a large, jagged rock.

When Harry comes to, it’s with a sharp groan and with the sound of a string of complex Latin filling his ears. He grits his teeth as a burning sensation wraps around his wrist. He realises that he’s frozen on the ground by a particularly thorough Petrificus Totalus. Despite his throbbing head, he focuses enough to catch Draco at his side, hissing as a thin, red bracelet appears on his left wrist, the bandages now gone. Harry hasn’t seen his left arm exposed before, and he cries out as he takes in the horrific scarring over the Dark Mark, as if someone had tried to peel the Mark off with a scalpel and failed to dig deep enough. There were healed and freshly scabbed cuts from his wrist to his elbow on both arms.

Draco appears above Harry then. “Oh, good. You’re awake.”

There are streaks of dirt across Draco’s face, his hands, and under his nails.

“Please, Draco, whatever it is…don’t…don’t…”

Draco snorts. “What, don’t hurt you? Don’t kill you? Why would I harm the person I’m currently Bonded to?” Draco asks, lifting Harry’s wrist to his face. The red bracelet there matches Draco’s.

Panic seizes Harry immediately. Had he not been completely immobile, he sure he’d be shuddering. “What the hell is going on?” Harry asks, his voice shaking.

Draco drops his wrist and instead lifts a thick, taped together manila folder covered in dirt. “You’re helping me get the fuck out of here, Potter.” A smile breaks across Draco’s face then, making him look both incredibly beautiful and deranged. “It was as if you breathed life back into me, the day you walked through the doors of St Peter’s. I knew then that I had to hold on just a bit longer because surely it was a sign that my initial hard work wasn’t done in vain. You see this file here? I used to sneak out documents I’d gather from Madison, the Chief Healer, and the nurses proving the abuse. Some of the orderlies will let you do whatever you want if you can…provide the right services…and they would often leave me alone long enough for a smoke. I would hide the files here, Potter. But after Z-Z-iggy—” Draco’s excitable tone falters, a veil of sadness falling so quickly over his face Harry experiences a sense of whiplash. “They killed my friend, Potter. They treated Ziggy well before, even let him play Bowie when things weren’t so bad. They killed him during the experiments…”

“What experiments?” Harry asks, shocked.

Draco’s expression shifts once again to happiness. “I knew you wouldn’t be involved in something so gruesome.” He holds up his scarred arm. “On the Dark Mark and Purebloods who have come from Dark families. They’re trying to figure out how Dark Magic is entwined in a person’s DNA and…I don’t know…undo it.”

Harry’s eyes widens, mind beginning to race. “What?”

If the Healers here were literally using human flesh and blood to somehow recreate or understand the links between DNA and inherent Dark Magic, who knows what kind of torture and body modification they’re causing their subjects.

Draco eyes become manic. “You have to help me. You have to get me out of here in the next five minutes. My outdoor time is only half an hour and the orderly is currently passed out—”

“—Draco,” Harry whispers, interrupting Draco’s spiral. “How many others are there…how many other victims?”

“I don’t know, I swear. I just knew Ziggy personally but there would always be screams, so much screaming, so many voices…” Draco says, closing his eyes and swaying on the spot. He mutters softly, incoherently, to himself for a few moments before he opens his eyes, so grey, intense and bright. Harry is overwhelmed with shock, horror, and above all, disgust. Disgusted that the people he’s been working alongside for a month now, the people who have vowed first to do no harm, have been torturing their patients, vulnerable patients.

“Draco, I want to help you, okay? I will help you. You just have to undo the Petrificus Totalus. We’ll get in the car and just drive. I’ll take you wherever you need to go.”

Draco holds up Harry’s wand, points it at Harry’s face. “If you betray me, Potter, you’ll regret it. We’ll get in that fancy car of yours and you’ll drive until I say stop. If you do anything to prevent me from getting these files to the right people…if you try to get help from the Aurors or let your friends know what’s going on, I’ll off myself. And this bond here, this bond will take you with me. I’m the only one that knows the counter, and once we get to my final destination, I’ll release you. So, don’t you dare fucking try me.”

Harry bites back a gasp.

Despite his very real fear, Harry’s desire to help Draco outweighs it. He nods.

“Okay, whatever you want. I’ll do it.”

Draco’s face, dark with suspicion, slowly starts to slide towards something lighter. He bares his teeth. “I hold onto the wand. You’re not allowed to touch me, period, or else I might get the wrong idea that you’re trying to get your wand back, and I don’t want to have to hurt you, or worse, hurt myself.”

“Yes, okay.”

With a wave of Harry’s wand, Draco undoes the spell. Harry sits up slowly, so as not to alarm Draco, who has quickly scrambled to his feet, the dirty file hugged to his chest, wand still trained on Harry. Harry follows after him, head throbbing and legs unsteady.

Draco casts a healing charm his way before strengthening a Disillusionment Charm around them.

Feeling much steadier, Harry exhales. “Thank you.”

“I’m sorry I hit you in the first place. I had no other means to incapacitate you.”

“You could have just told me what was going on.”

Draco shrugs. “I had to make sure you were trustworthy. And honestly, I’ve wanted to knock you out for years, so this very much fulfilled a boyhood dream of mine,” Draco says, his lips tugging upward. Harry pauses to look at him. The monster in his chest is awake, thrashing about as affection and desire feeds it.

Harry knows he’s fucked.

They make their way towards Harry’s car after checking on the unconscious orderly. Once settled in, Harry starts the car and drives, past the gates of the asylum and onto the stretch of empty country road. He glances at Draco, not at all shocked to see the tears that are streaming down his battered face.

“Where to?” Harry asks softly.

Draco continues to stare out ahead of him as he answers, “the only safehouse I know. A house on Spinner’s End, Cokeworth.”

Harry draws in a sharp breath.

[zombie-honeymoon]

Did this for this months event from the Creative Lounge server. Thanks for putting this together!

Everything is under a read more for length since there's a lot of stuff here.

1 - Favorite Trope Alternate Universe- Modern Setting. I have 47 fics posted that use that tag. Modern AU’s are my absolute favorite to write.

2 - SO Much Research That would be Honeymoon at the Clown Motel. I’ve done so much research I spent the night there recently. It’s haunted, can confirm. Something locked me in the bathroom and was walking around the room at night. I’ve researched a lot of strange, morbid things for this one, too.

3 - Smallest Thing You Made Chapter 4 of my Naruto three sentence fics, coming in at just 52 words.

4 - Created During a Weird Rush of Energy Anything from before winter of 2020. But more specifically this fic: Hitchhiker from Hell. No idea how I managed to write the whole thing before posting it and actually finishing it in such a short time, (it was written in only like a few weeks) but I did! I wish my writing energy and inspiration would come back…

5 - Uncommon Fanwork I knit and made some things inspired (colorwise) by my favorite ships and characters. Here’s a link to the fingerless gloves, and socks I’ve made. The yarn I used for the socks reminded me of Hidan in a subtle way and I just finished the second sock over a year later… And here are a couple of moodboards I’ve made for Suna and Takigakure, and here is one I made for my Hitchhiker from Hell fic.

6 - Biggest Thing You Made So far it’s my Honeymoon at the Clown Motel fic, it’s the longest with 25,847 words and counting.

7 - No Beta, No Regrets Most of my fics are not beta read, though I’m not sure about the no regrets part.

8 - Successfully Wrestled into Submission Smoked Sugar. It was supposed to be just a one shot, then I was going to end it at chapter three but felt bad for Kakuzu and Hidan so I wrote a final chapter for it. That final chapter was written and rewritten several different times and all of them were very different. It wasn’t an easy chapter to write but it got done. Finally.

9 - Made my FBI Agent Nervous Have to go with Honeymoon at the Clown Motel once again for this one fjfdkd

10 - Was Supposed to be a One-Shot/Doodle Long Distance Love. It was just going to be a drabble but I decided I really needed to continue it.

11 - I Invented this Rare Pair So, I wouldn’t say I invented the pair, but I did make the ship tags on AO3 for them- HidaKisa, KakuHidaKisa, Jashin/Kakuzu (but Hidan is Jashin… so) and of course Hidan/12 Foot Skeleton (they are deeply in love you guys)

12 - One that Haunts My Dreams (finished of un) It’s pretty much all my posted wips. Host, I so wanted to finish this one… I probably never will. Intarsia, this one haunts me, too… I want to work on it but never seem have the inspiration to.

And lastly are Long Distance Love and Honeymoon at the Clown Motel. These two definitely haunt me, they should have and could have been finished by now, and are the most likely of all my wips to get finished (excluding the three sentence fics, which are just for fun and I feel no pressure or haunting from them which is very nice).

13 - Lastest-Minute Finish There’s more than one that came to mind and I find it amusing they both have Sasori in them and he hates being late. First one is Muse. This one sat in my google docs for a very, very long time and until I decided to finish it for an event. It was late for the prompt day but that’s ok.

The second one is Bold, or Incredibly Stupid. I wrote it for MultiSasori Month for the Mortician AU prompt but was pretty late getting it finished so I ended up using the Free Day prompt instead.

14 - AU/Crossover No One Asked For

I feel like no one asked for a fic where Hidan was de-aged to five years old and taken care of by Kisame and Itachi but I wrote it anyways. It was actually really fun to write. At least I made sure he was old enough to be out of diapers fsdlkjds.

[sanzoumon]

**FIRE FORCE FIC PROMPTS**

Note: A good chunk of these are smut prompts, featuring various ships (mostly BL ships). There are noncon prompts at the end, clearly marked where they start. I threw in some purely platonic SFW prompts for those of you who are into weird stuff like that lol

Please, if you like any of these prompts and are going to write them - tell me. Also some of these prompts are super detailed while others are like one sentence long.

Ships Included:

Konro x Benimaru • Joker x Benimaru • Viktor x Joker • Burns x Joker • Shinra x Sho • Shinra x Arthur • Charon x Haumea

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-PLATONIC-

- Arrow & Sho. Sho gets upset and cries into Arrow’s chest. He’s so upset he calls her “mommy” without realizing it.

- Charon & Haumea. “Unconditional love” is what his thoughts told her. What she doesn’t understand is why. No matter how much she tries to find out, the answer alludes her.

- Shinra & Sho. Bed sharing and cuddling.

-SHIPPING-

Konro x Benimaru

- Teenage!Benimaru confesses his love for Konro when he’s drunk after having drank Sake for the first time.

- D/s. Benimaru loves giving up control to Konro when they have sex.

- Rumors about them being in a relationship spread, leading to so unsavory comments about Konro regarding their age difference. (Ex: suggesting Konro took advantage of Beni when he was young; that it’s creepy since Konro was an adult while Beni was a child when they first met; etc) Needless to say, Benimaru gets pissed anyone would dare think that about Konro.

- Doppelgänger!Konro x Doppelgänger!Benimaru. Hell’s a little nicer when you have someone you love to have sex with. Even Doppelgängers feel love.

- Doppel!Benimaru manifests and wreaks havoc because his Konro is dead. Now he wants Konro to replace him and he won’t let Benimaru get in the way of that. (Doppel!Beni is Yandere for Konro [both if them] because that’s how people perceive Benimaru to be... and turns out it’s correct, Benimaru IS Yandere for Konro).

- Mourning. Doppel!Benimaru finds out his Konro is dead. All of Adolla quakes from the outburst of his sorrow.

- (past noncon) Teenage!Benimaru tries to thank Konro in the only way he knows how - with his body. Konro is, reasonably, freaked out and finds out why it is Beni thinks this is appropriate.

- Benimaru is a bit of a submissive masochist. Konro is happy to help with whatever Beni needs.

- Their first time together wasn’t gentle. It was passionate, overwhelming, aggressive, heated, rough. All their pent up feelings for each out came rushing out violently and they were both happy to get caught up in it. Benimaru never felt so content in his life as when Konro was manhandling him that night.

- Benimaru does something special, and embarrassing, for Konro. Puppy-play.

- Konro is a bit of a voyeur. Those pictures he took of Beni for the calendar are not the only pictures he has of him. For Konro’s birthday, Benimaru supplies him with extra special pictures that Beni took of himself. As it happens, Benimaru is an exhibitionist.

- The world is on fire and Benimaru has nothing left to give. Before the flames take him he has to tell Konro he loves him. (Sad fic, death fic)

Joker x Benimaru // Benimaru x Joker

- They each have their own shit to be frustrated about. They take it out on each other when one of them needs it. It’s fine, they can take it.

- It’s not love. They don’t even like each other. They irritate each other. But they sure do love angry fucking each other.

Viktor x Joker

- Joker loves how fascinating Viktor finds him.

- Unlike any other partners he’s had, Viktor treats Joker gently when they have sex. He’s not used to it and gets flustered.

- After killing the captain at the Holy Sol Temple, the reality of the situation hits him. The man who violated him for years, who continued to haunt his nightmares into adulthood, was dead. All of a sudden he needs to see Viktor no matter what. (Hurt/comfort)

Burns x Joker

- (past noncon) Joker cries during sex and Burns really doesn’t know what to do about it.

- 52 has a crush on Burns and comes onto him one night. Burns can’t bring himself to turn him down, knowing what 52 goes through, and opts to make him feel good instead.

- Joker mourns Burns’ death.

- After all these years, Joker has daddy issues. It doesn’t surprise Burns’ in the slightest when Joker calls him “daddy” in bed. What surprises him is how much he enjoys being called that.

Shinra x Sho

- Sho has zero sense of personal space and Shinra’s been having some very uncomfortable thoughts about his little brother.

- Sho is in love with Shinra and doesn’t understand why everyone says it’s “wrong”.

- “Let big brother take care of you.”

- (past noncon) Arrow confesses to Shinra about all the terrible things the White Clad did to Sho since they abducted him. When he got old enough to start questioning things, they broke him. They did it again after Shinra’s Adolla Link with Sho (which in turn Shinra feels guilty for). [this one could be romantic or brotherly but either way hurt/comfort]

- Shinra thinks Sho is the most beautiful person he’s ever seen. An angel too perfect for a devil like him.

- A little bit of brotherly playful roughhousing, making up for all the years they lost, leads to something much more heated. Neither stops to think about it, it feels too good to finally be together.

- Shinra likes it a lot when Sho cries out “big brother” while they make love.

Shinra x Arthur

- A stupid argument about something pointless ends in Shinra pinning Arthur to the floor. Before either knows it they’re grinding against each other, kissing harshly.

- (attempted noncon) Doppel!Shinra tries to force himself on Arthur when Arthur confronts him about the real Shinra’s whereabouts.

- Arthur knows this isn’t the real Shinra, but there’s something alluringly taboo about being taken roughly by a devil like this.

Charon x Haumea

- The world is about to burn, but before she fulfills her duty she wants to show Charon how thankful she truly is for his devotion to her all this time. She figures she’ll kill two birds with one stone, rewarding him and indulging in pleasure herself.

-NONCON-

Mob x Benimaru

- Before ending up in Asakusa, being found and taken in by Hibachi, Benimaru lived on the streets of the Tokyo Empire. There’s a good reason he resents the Tokyo Empire and doesn’t like to leave Asakusa. A child alone on the streets is dangerous and he was so weak back then. It wasn’t uncommon for him to be cornered in some alley and sexually assaulted, left in the trash once they were done with him.

- Benimaru doesn’t know how this happening to him of all people, why he’s unable to fight off his attackers. They’re mocking him, degrading him, humiliating him, and they’re forcing him to get off on what’s being done to him. At some point he starts crying, begging for them to stop, which only makes them enjoy his torment more.

- Benimaru is drunk off his ass and someone decides to take advantage of the situation. How often do you get the chance to have Asakusa’s “King of Destruction” begging for you to fuck him?

Mob x Joker

- 52 still isn’t learning his lesson. To break him further, and to reward the rest of the shadows for their hard work and dedication, the captain has them punish 52 by letting them do whatever they want to him (nothing that will cause permanent injury, at least). 52’s entire week was spent as a plaything for them all, torture, rape, humiliation, degradation, all manner of creative punishment. It came damn close to breaking him.

- The criminal underworld isn’t a nice place. Sometimes Joker messes with the wrong people and he got taught painful lessons, no different from what the captain did to him.

- Forced Burns x Joker. The church calls it a bonding ceremony. Burns knows it’s just their way of attempting to break 52 by having the one person who hasn’t mistreated him hurt him. If Burns refuses, it won’t end well for anyone involved. So he forces himself on 52 and hates himself for it.

Mob x Sho

- (Extreme underage) Sho was just too tiny and cute. Only 5 years old. So soft, so sweet. Naturally, they had to beat that out of him.

- Haumea x Sho. She dresses him up like the beautiful doll he is. She plays with him like the toy he is. She violates him like the object he is. She makes him cry, cry out for his brother, his mother, Arrow, anyone, like the child he is. She makes him spread his legs for other White Clad members and then hurts him when he gets his dress dirty, like the useless slut he is. She leaves him hard, needy, alone for hours, until he’s begging for release. She tells him if his brother could see him now, he’d be disgusted by him. He agrees.

Kurono x Nataku

- Kurono loves every pathetic thing about Nataku. Or it’s as close to love as he’s capable of. In his own twisted way, he shows his affection for the boy.

- Nataku is such a masochistic boy, it’s impossible for Kurono to resist him.

Doppel!Benimaru x Konro

- Doppel!Benimaru manifests and infiltrates Company 7 while Benimaru is away. He tricks Konro into fucking him.

- Doppel!Benimaru promises to leave Asakusa alone in exchange for Konro fucking him.

Doppel!Konro x Benimaru

- Konro wasn’t there when the Demon Infernal showed up. Benimaru attempts to fight it on his own but the demon gets him on his back and starts ripping off his clothes. Benimaru is too confused to register just what’s happening until he feels white hot searing pain splitting him in half. He’s afraid, too shocked and in too much pain to do anything. In spite of it all, he gets hard. The demon notices and its grin gets wider. He remembers a burning hand jacking him off and feeling liquid fire inside him. Before he blacks out he hears Konro call out his name. When he wakes, the demon is gone and Konro is hurt.

Doppel!Benimaru x Benimaru

- Doppel!Beni captures Konro and forces him to watch while he rapes Benimaru. Beni can’t fight back because he and his Doppelgänger and too evenly matched and Konro would be hurt. All the while his Doppelgänger taunts him and Konro, describing how “his Konro” (the Doppelgänger) used to fuck him - finding all of Benimaru’s sensitive spots easily because he had them too. Tells them how it’s obvious to everyone how in love they are, that everyone suspects they’re together, because Doppel!Konro has been fucking Doppel!Beni’s brains out since he was a teenager. In spite of the situation, Konro ends up getting hard.

- Benimaru is haunted by dreams of hellfire. In them he always sees himself, a version of himself engulfed in flames. He’s had these dreams since the night before he discovered his powers. In them his other self violates him. It hurts. The dreams always feel so real, even in the morning. Nevertheless he chalks them up to just being nightmares until the discovery that Doppelgängers are real.

- They were evenly matched but his Doppelgänger blindsided him. His head is bleeding, Asakusa is burning, he doesn’t know what’s become of Company 7, and his damned Doppelgänger takes time out of his destruction to rape him - just to add insult to injury.

NOTE: If you’re unaware what “mob” means, it’s a doujin term basically meaning their only purpose is to assault whatever canon character. It’s not an OC, self, or reader insert. It can be an individual nameless character or a group of them.

Also yeah you can clearly tell the kinda stuff I’m into and I don’t care. I put all these prompts in one list because laziness.

May or may not update this list as need be! Enjoy the naughty stuff I know y’all really want as well!!

[nakunakunomi]

Wootwoot! We made it you guys! May 4th is my one-year anniversary on Tumblr. With some ups and downs and over 300 requests written, I'm gonna go ahead and say it was a successful year!

Monday until next Sunday I will do another Mini HC event, like we did for valentine! Open for all my fandoms, with mystery prompts to choose from.

Until then, I wanted to do a sleepover event. Unlimited asks and interactions for the weekend cause I feel like I haven't talked to a lot of you in a long while!

You can send me any classic sleepover question

Kiss, marry, kill

Would you rather

Top 3/5/10...

Questions about me

Questions about my anime, writings...

Theories (keep em spoiler free though!)

For this event, I will engage in a little bit of selfship talk if anyone were to be interested. Ask me about my F/o's and tell me about yours! Dynamics, habits... anything!

Questions about OCs

If you need some inspiration, I have included a couple of lists below the cut with questions id be 100% okay with.

Also, if you just want to chat, tell me about your week, a funny thing that happened to you, or a fun fact (i love fun facts especially if it's creepy or an animal fact)... A N Y T H I N G is welcome! There is no limit to your asks, spam me if you want! ♡

Look forward to talking to you guys!

Ps, I'll tag these #1yearSleepover if you want to block something against spam

Questions for OCs - Specify which one! Taken from here

1. How many different places have they lived?

2. What is their dream vacation?

3. What is their favorite color?

4. What is their favorite book?

5. Have they ever cheated on anyone before?

6. Have they ever been cheated on?

7. How many partners have they had?

8. What is their favorite food?

9. Are they a liar? Are they good at lying?

10. Introvert or Extrovert?

11. Have they ever been arrested and why?

12. Who would they sacrifice their life for?

13. What are their spending habits?

14. Do they like hot or cold temperatures better?

15. Are they religious?

16. If they could describe themself in one sentence, what would they say?

17. Do they have any overused catchphrases?

18. What makes them laugh?

19. Have they ever lost anyone close to them? How did it affect them?

20. Do they have a fast reaction time, or slow?

21. How do they react to praise?

22. How do they react to criticism?

23. Are they indoorsy or outdoorsy?

24. What are their biggest pet peeves?

25. Do they have any type of handicaps? How do they manage them?

Other ask game - taken from here

1: when you have cereal, do you have more milk than cereal or more cereal than milk?

2: do you like the feeling of cold air on your cheeks on a wintery day?

3: what random objects do you use to bookmark your books?

4: how do you take your coffee/tea?

5: are you self-conscious of your smile?

6: do you keep plants?

7: do you name your plants?

8: what artistic medium do you use to express your feelings?

9: do you like singing/humming to yourself?

10: do you sleep on your back, side, or stomach?

11: what’s an inner joke you have with your friends?

12: what’s your favorite planet?

13: what’s something that made you smile today?

14: if you were to live with your best friend in an old flat in a big city, what would it look like?

15: go google a weird space fact and tell us what it is!

16: what’s your favorite pasta dish?

17: what color do you really want to dye your hair?

18: tell us about something dumb/funny you did that has since gone down in history between you and your friends and is always brought up.

19: do you keep a journal? what do you write/draw/ in it?

20: what’s your favorite eye color?

21: talk about your favorite bag, the one that’s been to hell and back with you and that you love to pieces.

22: are you a morning person?

23: what’s your favorite thing to do on lazy days where you have 0 obligations?

24: is there someone out there you would trust with every single one of your secrets?

25: what’s the weirdest place you’ve ever broken into?

26: what are the shoes you’ve had for forever and wear with every single outfit?

27: what’s your favorite bubblegum flavor?

28: sunrise or sunset?

29: what’s something really cute that one of your friends does and is totally endearing?

30: think of it: have you ever been truly scared?

31: what is your opinion of socks? do you like wearing weird socks? do you sleep with socks? do you confine yourself to white sock hell? really, just talk about socks.

32: tell us a story of something that happened to you after 3AM when you were with friends.

33: what’s your fave pastry?

34: tell us about the stuffed animal you kept as a kid. what is it called? what does it look like? do you still keep it?

35: do you like stationary and pretty pens and so on? do you use them often?

36: which band’s sound would fit your mood right now?

37: do you like keeping your room messy or clean?

38: tell us about your pet peeves!

39: what color do you wear the most?

40: think of a piece of jewelry you own: what’s it’s story? does it have any meaning to you?

41: what’s the last book you remember really, really loving?

42: do you have a favorite coffee shop? describe it!

43: who was the last person you gazed at the stars with?

44: when was the last time you remember feeling completely serene and at peace with everything?

45: do you trust your instincts a lot?

46: tell us the worst pun you can think of.

47: what food do you think should be banned from the universe?

48: what was your biggest fear as a kid? is it the same today?

49: do you like buying CDs and records? what was the last one you bought?

50: what’s an odd thing you collect?

51: think of a person. what song do you associate with them?

52: what are your favorite memes of the year so far?

53: have you ever watched the rocky horror picture show? heathers? beetlejuice? pulp fiction? what do you think of them?

54: who’s the last person you saw with a true look of sadness on their face?

55: what’s the most dramatic thing you’ve ever done to prove a point?

56: what are some things you find endearing in people?

57: go listen to bohemian rhapsody. how did it make you feel? did you dramatically reenact the lyrics?

58: who’s the wine mom and who’s the vodka aunt in your group of friends? why?

59: what’s your favorite myth?

60: do you like poetry? what are some of your faves?

61: what’s the stupidest gift you’ve ever given? the stupidest one you’ve ever received?

62: do you drink juice in the morning? which kind?

63: are you fussy about your books and music? do you keep them meticulously organized or kinda leave them be?

64: what color is the sky where you are right now?

65: is there anyone you haven’t seen in a long time who you’d love to hang out with?

66: what would your ideal flower crown look like?

67: how do gloomy days where the sky is dark and the world is misty make you feel?

68: what’s winter like where you live?

69: what are your favorite board games?

70: have you ever used a ouija board?

71: what’s your favorite kind of tea?

72: are you a person who needs to note everything down or else you’ll forget it?

73: what are some of your worst habits?

74: describe a good friend of yours without using their name or gendered pronouns.

75: tell us about your pets!

76: is there anything you should be doing right now but aren’t?

77: pink or yellow lemonade?

78: are you in the minion hateclub or fanclub?

79: what’s one of the cutest things someone has ever done for you?

80: what color are your bedroom walls? did you choose that color? if so, why?

81: describe one of your friend’s eyes using the most abstract imagery you can think of.

82: are/were you good in school?

83: what’s some of your favorite album art?

84: are you planning on getting tattoos? which ones?

85: do you read comics? what are your faves?

86: do you like concept albums? which ones?

87: what are some movies you think everyone should watch at least once in their lives?

88: are there any artistic movements you particularly enjoy?

89: are you close to your parents?

90: talk about your one of you favorite cities.

91: where do you plan on traveling this year?

92: are you a person who drowns their pasta in cheese or a person who barely sprinkles a pinch?

93: what’s the hairstyle you wear the most?

94: who was the last person you know to have a birthday?

95: what are your plans for this weekend?

96: do you install your computer updates really quickly or do you procrastinate on them a lot?

97: myer briggs type, zodiac sign, and hogwarts house?

98: when’s the last time you went hiking? did you enjoy it?

99: list some songs that resonate to your soul whenever you hear them.

100: if you were presented with two buttons, one that allows you to go 5 years into the past, the other 5 years into the future, which one would you press? why?

[rosepetals-flyingbirds]

🤍 Challenge 🤍

Alright, I've been thinking about this for a couple of weeks and why not? I never done a challenge before so I'll randomly write down phrases and some characters.

I hope someone will write one of these. If you get interested in any of this prompts feel free to use it and tag me. Have fun.

Characters: Ivar the Boneless, Hvitserk Ragnarson, Finan the Agile, Sihtric, Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers, Geralt of Rivia, Kylo Ren, Ben Solo.

Prompts:

1- "This is not a dog, it's a very very ugly cat!"

2- "That was an ointment, you do not eat ointment!"

3- "Worst holiday, ever."

4- "Don't hurt the bees."

5- "So, you don't know how to swim, but you bought an U$2,000 ticket to Hawaii?"

6- "No, I don't like boybands. He is lying to you."

7- "Next person to complain about the food will be kicked out!"

8- "That is not white, its ice-white. Yes, there is at least eight hues of white."

9- "You just shot me?!"

10- "Yes, I ate 2 pounds of ice cream in 24 hours. You can't judge me."

11- "I don't trust priests, they always look like they're hiding something."

12- "So... you fell from the tree? What sort of warrior are you?"

13- "I hate cupcakes, what? That's not a crime."

14- "Give me that! You will end up placing fire in this whole place."

15- "He doesn't know how to sing, yet he wants to gain money by using his voice."

16- "YOU DON'T KNOW WHO SAM COOKE IS? BOY I HAVE SOME SONGS TO SHOW YOU."

17- "All colors are unisex, besides, pink make your eyes look even prettier."

18- "So, you lied to me?"

19- "I sort of... hit a tree... with your motorcycle."

20- "I'm part of a motoclub, not a gang!"

21- "Yes I punched him! He spoke bad about our dog."

22- "Y/N I know you love animals, but we have 7 cats already."

23- "Stupid technology, people are losing their sense of politeness."

24- "If I hit you in the head do you think you'll remember what I'm trying to say to you?"

25- "You just told me a secret and asked me to keep it, but I was the one that told you yesterday. Should I be angry that you forgot that I asked you to be silent, or happy that I'm the first person you thought of to tell a secret?"

26- "Old photos? Sure!"

27- "I will never ever drink again."

28- "Werewolves are real."

29- "Do you think merfolk eat fishes or it would be cannibalism? But what if they do eat humans? Cannibalism too?"

30- "His nickname... is dick?"

31- "You're a bastard."

32- "How many guns do you have?"

33- "You just left, when I needed you the most."

34- "I won't forgive you."

35- "Its raining."

36- "You own me 25 bucks."

37- "People are the worst."

38- "You made me a cake?!"

39- "Who gave you the keys of my house?"

40- "Why are you always so grumpy?"

41- "How many people you'd sex with?"

42- "The stars are falling."

43- "Baby, I know I told you that I hate my boss but you shouldn't have threatened her."

44- "'My pussy taste like pepsi cola', what? It's Lana del Rey's song."

45- "Why people like this type of shit? This isn't music? I feel trapped inside a fucking video game."

46- "This is chaos."

47- "Banana, chocolate, and butter."

48- "YOU BROKE MY WINDOW?"

49- "Next time you lie to me, at least be creative."

50- "Dogs are better than people."

51- "I would never live with you."

52- "Angels are real, you're mine."

53- "I like braiding your hair, it soothes me."

54- "He is not your friend, he just want to fuck you."

55- "Are you stalking me?"

56- "Can I sleep here with you? I'm tired of being alone."

57- "Pluto and Mercury are spiritual prisons for people that has to evolve. Hitler is in Pluto, he is sentenced for a thousand years there. To regret his decisions on Earth."

58- "Next time you need me, at least ask me how I'm doing."

@waiting4inspiration @callmehopeless @therealcalicali @youbloodymadgenius @salimahbicharara-comun

[im-bakugous-bitch]

Shoto Todoroki - Shower (NSFW!)

Prompts 48 and 52 48: "Say my name." 52: "Don't pretend I didn't just see what you were doing."

You'd had such a long day at work, all you wanted was to take a nice hot shower and go straight to bed.  People always thought that being a Pro Hero would keep you and Shoto from seeing each other often, but he was home more than you were.  After working yet another long day at the hospital you just wanted to wash off and cuddle with him.

When you entered your apartment, you didn't see Shoto in the living room.  It was getting late, so you figured he'd gone to sleep early.  You put your bags down, took off your shoes, and made your way to your bedroom.  When you got there, the light was still on and the bed was empty.

"Shoto?" you asked.  You looked around the room and saw his hero costume hanging up against the wall, so he was home.  You listened closely and heard the shower water running as you approached the door.  "Shoto?"

You heard a groan from the other side of the door, confirming that he was in there.  "Sho, I'm home," you said through the door.

He didn't respond to you, but you heard another groan.  What if he'd gotten hurt in there?  Maybe he slipped and fell or something and that was why he was groaning.  You opened the bathroom door and walked in, seeing the shower curtain drawn and hearing the water pouring down.

Another groan came from the other side of the shower curtain.  "y/n," Shoto said from inside the shower.

Confused, you walked over to the shower and pulled back the curtain.  What you saw was not what you were expecting.

Shoto had his head bent over, one hand holding him up against the shower as the other pumped his dick vigorously.  Another groan came from his lips before he repeated your name, "y/n."

"Shoto?"

His head snapped in your direction, his eyes wide.  "Y/N!"  He immediately let go of his dick and stood up straight, reaching for the bar of soap as if he hadn't just been masturbating.  "Uh, hey," he said, looking at his hands intensely as he picked up the soap.

You crossed your arms, smirking as you raised an eyebrow at him.  "Don't pretend I didn't just see what you were doing."  Seeing him like that had you thinking about how long it had been...weeks?  Maybe a month?  Definitely a month.  A month and a half?

He closed his eyes, sighing as he put the soap back in its place.  "I-I'm sorry," he said quietly.

You shook your head.  "Don't apologize, Shoto.  If anything, I should be apologizing."  You pulled your shirt over your head and threw it on the ground behind you.  "I've been so busy lately, I've been neglecting you and your needs."  You undid the hooks on your bra and dropped it to the ground as well, giving Shoto a smile.  "Let me make up for it."  You pulled your underwear and pants down in one motion, catching your socks on your fingers and pulling them off too.  You kicked the clothes away and stepped into the shower with him.

He reached his hands up to cradle your cheeks in his hands.  "I love you."

You grinned at him.  "I know."  You saw him leaning in to kiss you, and ducked out of his way.  You slipped your face from his hands and knelt down in front of him, the water hitting your back as you looked up at him.  You took his dick in your hand, not breaking eye contact as you ran your thumb over his head.

He groaned quietly, eyes squeezing shut.  

You giggled before taking his tip into your mouth, licking around it in circles.  It had been so long, you had forgotten how good this felt.  You closed your eyes as you began sucking on only his head, using your hands to tend to the shaft.

"Fuck y/n," he said as his hands made their way into your hair.  Smiling at his words, you pushed a bit more of him into your mouth.  His hands formed fists in your hair as he pushed his hips against you, pushing more of himself into your mouth.  You cried out in surprise, but quickly readjusted and sucked on him.  

You opened your eyes to look up at him again, sucking even harder when you saw the look on his face.  His eyes were screwed shut, and you hadn't even realized he'd moved one of his hands from your hair to brace himself against the shower wall.  You saw just how hard he was trying to control his breathing, and how his bottom lip had been curled upward between his teeth.

You steadied yourself before grabbing the backs of his thighs and pulling your mouth off him entirely.  "You might wanna put both hands on that wall, you're gonna be supporting both of us."  As soon as the sentence was finished, you had him back in your mouth.  You pulled him as close to you as you could, pulling on his thighs and pressing them against your face.  You proceeded to pull him out and back in over and over again, and you moan against him when he lets out an exceptionally loud groan.

"Baby, fuck," he whispers as his hips join the rhythm.  

You pulled him all the way out of your mouth, looking up at him.  "Say my name."

He opened his eyes and met yours.  "y/n, please don't stop."

You smirked and returned to your previous position, pulling his pelvis straight into your face.  You felt him twitching in your mouth, and you knew how close he was.  You retreated back to just sucking on the tip.

"I-I'm so close," he said.  

You removed your hands from his thighs and instead used them to gently ghost your fingers over his shaft.  "Come on Shoto," you said as you looked up at him.  Your mouth had left his tip, but your hands were still stroking him and slowly picking up pace.  "Make a mess of me."  You left a gentle kiss on his tip before taking it into your mouth one last time and giving it one last hard suck, and that was all it took.

As soon as you felt him releasing into your mouth, you pulled away from him.  His release landed on your face and dribbled down your chin, some of it landing on your chest.  You licked your lips clean and stood up, wrapping your arms around his neck and smiling as his hands found your waist.  "Clean me up?" you asked innocently.

His eyes darkened.  "Oh, I'm not gonna clean you up.  I plan to make a bigger mess."

[svt-kismet]

bloom

pairing — seungkwan/reader

genre — fluff, based on prompt 4 by @svtwritenight: “open the nearest book to page 52, find the 4th word in the 2nd sentence. write something with it.”

book: breakfast at tiffany’s, truman capote. word: someone.

w.c. — 492

warnings — none

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a light mist fills the air that sunday morning. seungkwan hasn’t seen mist in the city since the rainy season. perhaps it’s the few cold days of the summer that comes by every june or so. it covers the lenses of his glasses as he strolls to the flower shop, pushing the door open with the hand that isn’t carrying his cup of iced americano.

the lady behind the counter glances up from where she’s sorting the cash register, and her eyes crinkle as she smiles as she sees him. she brightly welcomes him, and seungkwan hums in return. it’s one of the few things seungkwan loves about this city; how everyone feels like family.

the kind lady shows him the new stock of daisies and chrysanthemums that just arrived a few moments ago, still in their packaging, and yet to be sorted. seungkwan even manages to charm her and works out a deal to get just a reasonable amount off of his grand total, with laughter and sincere promises to help her pick out the best vitamins to take at the pharmacy across the store.

as her nimble fingers arrange the flowers on the decorative paper, she continues to chat with seungkwan like he’s her son. “who are these beautiful flowers for, child?” she asks as the plastic crinkles while she ties a pale pink ribbon around it.

seungkwan’s demure smile turns into a bashful one, and he just pretends to casually shrug it off. “just someone.”

she giggles at his response. “ah, ‘just someone’. such beautiful flowers from such a lovely child for ‘just someone’.”

seungkwan feels a small spark of warmth when the lady’s fingers brush against his as she hands the wrapped bouquet to him. it feels comfortable, like a mother’s caring hold, and she sends him off on good wishes for the day and to stay healthy.

as he bounds down the street heading to your apartment, he takes glances at the flowers in his hand. he adds that to the growing list of reasons why he loves this city; the flowers are as exuberant as the glint in your eyes.

there’s also one more thing he loves about the city: how strategically close by everything is located. he arrives at your building before the ice cubes in his to-go americano water down the drink. he takes a quick sip before he greets the security guard a good morning and buzzes for your suite. the response is not a second later and seungkwan’s heart feels like it’s about to burst from the endearment. 

when you swing the door open, clad in pajama shorts, and what seems to be the hoodie he’s declared missing from two weeks ago, the look in your eyes makes it look like a million dollars just presented in front of you.

there’s the thing he loves most about the city; it’s where he met you.

[hakuyamazakisensei]

52 Weeks of Sentence Prompts: Week Six; OkiSai Romance

This prompt was sent in anonymously. Word count is 2138. It is a continuation from Week 2. A big thanks goes out to @eheartangel for the beta read!! :) 

To read it a AO3 (and to get a sneak peek at next week’s prompt) click HERE.

Souji returned to the small private waiting room only to find Kondo’s seat empty. He scanned the room and spotted him in a quiet corner, speaking with the surgeon who had performed Saito’s operation. He made a move toward them, determined to hear what was being said, but Hijikata stepped in front of him and shook his head.

“Get out of my way,” Souji hissed, taking a step around Hijikata.

“Kondo-san asked us to wait here.”

Souji’s entire body tensed and he flicked his eyes to Kondo once more. At that moment, Kondo looked his way and beckoned him over with a worried frown. Souji moved toward him at once, tossing a smirk over his shoulder at Hijikata, who stood in stony silence with his arms crossed over his chest.

“Souji, how did he look?” Kondo asked the moment he reached his side.

“If I didn’t know better, I would have just thought he was sleeping.”

“Well, that’s good, right? It means he’s getting the rest he needs.”

Kondo’s hopeful tone checked any further comment Souji planned to make. Instead he nodded and smiled.

“So, Doc...you were telling Kondo-san about Hajime?” Souji prompted the surgeon.

The doctor, who had stopped speaking when Souji joined them, looked to Kondo.

“I’ll catch him up on what’s already been said. Please continue,” Kondo told him.

“Of course. Well, as I said, we’ve managed to stop the bleeding and his surgery was a success, but he isn’t out of the woods yet. Our biggest cause for concern is infection. Once he gets past these critical hours, there will be other hurdles; it will take time to heal. There will be physical therapy. He may need to speak with a psychiatrist or join a support group. Trauma of this magnitude can affect a person’s mental well-being just as strongly as the physical.”

Souji wanted to tell the man that he didn’t know Hajime; and that if he did need support of any kind, he had it already. But Kondo’s hand on his shoulder stilled his tongue.

“Thank you, Doctor. We will be sure to keep that in mind.”

The doctor nodded to Kondo, slid his gaze briefly to Souji and then took his leave. Kondo watched him go, and then turned to Souji with a slight smile.

“Let’s join the others,” he said, throwing an arm across the younger man’s shoulder.

As they drew closer to the group, everyone got to their feet and circled around Kondo, waiting to hear anything that would give them hope.

“The doctor gave as good a prognosis as he could, considering the extent of Hajime-kun’s injuries,” Kondo began, taking time to look each person in the eye. “That being said, his injuries are...severe. His ankle was crushed —broken in three places—  and he has a compound fracture of his left leg. He dislocated his shoulder and has second-degree skin abrasions to that shoulder and his back. He has a concussion. His spleen ruptured.”

Kondo raised his hand as different voices rose with questions or concerned comments.

“He’s stable now, and they’ve stopped the bleeding. They’ve done all they can. The doctors think that, because Saito-kun was in peak physical condition, he has a better chance than most, but they worry about infection.”

“Do we know how this happened? Was Saito targeted?” Harada asked.

He stood behind Chizuru with a hand on her shoulder. She looked up at him, worry evident in her eyes, but his attention was on Kondo and Hijikata.

“Not here! We’ll talk about that at HQ,” Hijikata said abruptly. “Right now, Saito’s safety is our number one priority. Someone stays here until we get the bastard that did this. The rest of us are out in the field.”

“I’m staying,” Souji said immediately, his piercing gaze daring Hijikata to contradict him. To his surprise, Hijikata only nodded before he turned his attention to the others.

Kondo placed a hand on Souji’s shoulder and led him a few steps away before speaking.

“I know I can count on you to keep Saito-kun safe, Souji. We still don’t know if he was targeted or just in the wrong place at the wrong time, so be careful...and take care of yourself, too. No unnecessary risks, understood?”

“You don’t have to worry about me, Kondo-san.”

“I have all the faith in the world in you, Souji,” Kondo said with a smile.

She squeezed Souji’s shoulder and excused himself, rejoining the group. Souji stared after him for a moment and then made his way back to Saito’s room, quietly pushing open the door and slipping inside. He assumed Kondo-san had dealt with the hospitals rules on visitation, and if not, would do so before leaving. Though, to be honest, Souji didn’t care. He was staying with Hajime whether they approved it or not.

He looked around the room and found a swivel stood tucked under the open counter. He rolled it over to Hajime’s bedside, sat down, and studied the younger man in silence before pulling out his cellphone. He typed a quick message and pressed send, and then slid the phone into his back pocket again. There was nothing left to do now but wait —wait for Hajime to wake up, and wait for a reply to his text.

***

Saito’s first thought as he came to was that he felt....heavy, as if his veins were filled with cement instead of blood. But in the next instant, any thought at all fled from him as near-unbearable pain wracked his body and flooded his senses.

He struggled to open his eyes, or to call out...anything. He heard Souji speaking; he recognized his voice at once. It sounded distant, and Saito attempted to call out to him. A stranger’s voice —a female— sounded next to him and a hand touched his wrist. Saitō felt numbness creep through his entire body, sending the pain far away, relieving him of the agony that had encompassed him.

***

Souji called for the nurse the moment he heard the first low moan from Hajime. She arrived quickly and checked him over before administering his pain meds directly into his IV. He was out again in no time, and Souji resumed his vigil, watching Hajime’s chest rise and fall. Throughout the day, the same process was repeated three times; Saito would wake —never quite regaining full awareness— and Souji would call a nurse, who would then send the patient under once again. Souji checked his phone multiple times, waiting for a response to his text and when it finally came, he relaxed the slightest bit. Sannan was on his way.

Thirty minutes later, Kondo stopped by to relieve Souji, suggesting the younger man go home for a while or at least grab something to eat and some fresh air. Souji refused.

“I can eat here, Kondo-san. I want to be here when Hajime really wakes.”

“I know, and I understand. Just remember not to overdo it, Souji. We need you here and healthy.”

Kondo looked down at the sleeping form of Saito.

“We need you healthy, too, young man,” he said, squeezing Saito’s hand.

He straightened and made his way to the door, nearly bumping into Sannan as he entered the room.

“Sannan-kun!”

“Okita-kun messaged and requested I look at Saito-kun.”

Kondo raised a brow and then chuckled.

“Well, of course! Souji doesn’t trust just anybody, does he?” He turned his smile to Souji and then clapped Sannan lightly on the back. “Well, you take care of my boys. I know I’m leaving them both in good hands.”

Sannan gave Kondo a small smile and then moved across the room to the foot of Saito’s bed, flipping through the chart that hung there. Kondo shook his head, and left the room while Souji watched Sannan closely. He placed the chart back and moved to the side, reaching down to look under Saito’s eyelids.

“They have him pretty heavily sedated,” Sannan murmured.

“He wakes in a shitload of pain. Is it too much?”

“Not from what I’ve read on the chart; it’s a typical dosage. Saito-kun wouldn’t be pleased, however. He doesn’t care for medication. I believe I will request for him to have self-administered medications, instead.”

“He can’t administer anything yet, Sannan-san. Wouldn’t it be better to wait?”

“Not at all. Until Saito-kun can administer the medication himself, one of us will do it for him. That way, we can ensure he gets the proper dosage each time. There  a cap-off limit, so we can’t over dose. It will also cut down on any possibility of someone getting to him through his medications.”

“Makes sense,” Souji said, understanding dawning immediately. “You’ll have that set up before you leave?”

“Yes. I will also arrange for Todo-kun to stand guard at the door tonight.” Sannan raised his hand when Souji started to object. “You will need to sleep at some point, even if you stay. Todo-kun will be an added precaution.”

Souji reluctantly agreed, and Sannan left to take care of both items. Souji moved back to his stool beside the bed and waited. It was nearly thirty minutes before Sannan returned, tight-lipped with anger, a very nervous nurse on his heels. Sannan waved her toward the bed and Souji moved out of the way as she prepped Saito.

“They give you a hard time?” he asked Sannan quietly, eyebrow arched.

“They made an attempt,” Sannan replied, never taking his eyes off the nurse.

Souji chuckled, trying to imagine how that went down. Sannan wasn’t one to be argued with.

“There we are, Sannan-sensei. Would you like me to explain how to....”

“That will not be necessary, thank you. You may go,” Sannan interrupted and the nurse swiftly left the room.

He took several minutes to explain to Souji how the self-medication worked, how often he should be medicated, and how many pumps were suggested. Souji listened closely, even when Sannan repeated his instructions a second time and then challenged Souji to repeat it back. Satisfied when Souji was able to do so, Sannan took his leave, stating that Todo-kun would arrive before dark.

Saito slept through the remainder of the afternoon, even when Heisuke popped his head in to let Souji know he had arrived and chatted much more loudly than Souji thought he should have. It wasn’t until darkness had completely fallen that the indigo haired man slowly opened his eyes for the first time since his surgery.

At first, everything was a blur; pinpricks of light and shadow that had no substance. His body thrummed with a dull but constant pain. He tried to swallow, but his through felt so dry. Was he alone? Where was he? Why was it so hard to...think?

“Hajime-kun,” Souji murmured, his face coming into focus above Saito.

Saito tried to reply, but only managed a low moan.

“Thirsty?” Souji asked, and then carefully slid his hand behind Saito’s head and lifted it. He brought a cup to Saito’s lips and let him take a couple of small sips before settling him back on the pillow.

Souji sat on the stool and rolled as close to the bed as he could get. Saito glanced at him from the corner of his eye and sighed. He felt so tired. And the pain —where was it even coming from?— was staring to worsen.

“If you’re hurting, you only have to squeeze the button in your hand.”

“No,” Saito said in a hoarse whisper.

“Hnh, why not?”

“It...fogs my mind.”

“It makes you rest,” Souji argued, standing up and leaning over Saito. “Maybe that’s because you need to rest, ne, Hajime-kun?”

“No. I need...to think. What happened?”

“You don’t remember?”

“No. I don’t think...” Saito stopped and furrowed his brow. “I was...on my bike?”

“Yes, and then?” Souji asked, sitting on the edge of the bed, careful not to jostle it.

Saito closed his eyes and tried to remember. It hurt to think so much —to strain his mind so hard— but he wanted to remember.

“Hajime-kun,” Souji called quietly.

Saito opened his eyes and tried to look at him through the now-blinding pain.

“Do you remember what you always tell me when I’m being stubborn?” Souji continued, placing his hand over Saito’s. He felt the PCA pump and moved Saito’s finger over the button.

“W-what are you doing?”

“You always say ‘Asking for help doesn’t make you weak’, remember? Well, this medicine is your help. It isn’t a weakness to use it.”

Souji pressed the plunger once and Saito blinked.

“Souji...”

“Don’t worry. Sannan-san had them set the dosage up in three shots. You can’t over-medicate.”

He pressed the plunger again. Saito looked into his eyes, his own already clouding over. Souji pressed the plunger for the final dose.

“Get some rest, Hajime-kun,” he whispered. Saito closed his eyes and obeyed.

[drarrelie]

An Intangible Embrace

@hogwarts365 drabble challenge, weekly prompts #331:

Erudite

Intangible

Extension

The Pen15 is Mightier weekly drabble prompt: Quarantine

This drabble/ficlet is part of 52 Weeks of Drarry – a series of connected weekly drabbles written during 2020. It's not COVID-19 related, but if you're currently suffering from pandemic anxiety, I'd recommend you reading something fluffier instead, e.g. this one by @jilliancares. Please, stay safe! 💙

(This work is also submitted to the @lockdownfest)

Thank you for the beta, @aedwritesfic 💙

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Sent: I’m boooooored…………………

Harry leaned his head back against the headboard and stared unseeingly at the spotless ceiling. Doing nothing wasn’t really his forte, especially not for days on end, and after ten days trapped in their bedroom, however spacious, his body was itching for something — anything — to do.

Not physically itching, though, unfortunately. Not that Harry wanted to start showing symptoms of dragon pox, of course not, it was just that… that if he did, he’d be able to return to his family instead of holing up in here, useless, for three whole weeks.

Received: Tough luck, weakling. You’re staying put.

Draco had locked him in here, the same day Score had come home from preschool with an itching blister on his shoulder. Harry could still recall the terrified look in his husband’s stormy-grey eyes as he’d learnt that Harry, being raised by Muggles, had never had dragon pox as a child.

Harry had smiled, trying to lighten the mood. “Come on. Surely, it’s not that dangerous…”

“It is!” Draco had hissed, furious. “It took my grandfather, and I’ll be damned if I’d let it take you, too.”

So, Harry had gone willingly, putting himself in quarantine to appease his distressed husband. Since then, he’d deep-cleaned the whole space from top to bottom, en-suite included, and renewed the Extension Charm on the wardrobe. (How many robes can one man own?) He’d even folded and resorted the contents of all drawers and placed ironing charms on every piece of clothing he could find — and there was still over a week and a half left before Draco would let him out.

Sent: Can’t you at least come keep me company in here? You’ve already had it…

Received: No, you dimwit. You don’t have to be erudite to know that I can still carry it, I can still infect you.

Sent: But… I miss you…

Received: I miss you, too. We both do.

Harry savoured the intangible embrace.

Received: But we’d miss you more if…

No need to finish that sentence; Harry already knew what his husband was unable to put down in words.

…if you died.

Fair point.

Sent: Love you.

Received: Ditto, my insufferable sap.

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If you liked this drabble, you might also like the others I’ve written in this series. If you’re curious about them – or any of the rest of my works – you can find them all on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/series/1612318

[bereft-of-frogs]

Six(ish) Sentence Sunday

52/52 - The last Sunday of 2020.

I....did not do a good job at this. Where did I drop off? I think around August? Ah, I had really wanted to do one every week this year but I ended up being so inconsistent with inspiration the last few months and sometimes didn’t have anything to post. So I think in 2021 I’m not going to worry so much about actually doing it every week, maybe alternating it with a WIP Wednesday here or there. :-)

Since I skipped a bunch of weeks, and also since it’s the last Sunday of the year, I thought I’d post six random excerpts of...somewhere around six sentences. So, should you be interested, you will under the cut a random selection of six writing excerpts:

[warning for description of canon-typical violence, nothing too out of the ordinary for me, most graphic is coming out of the Bad Things Happen Bingo prompt ‘impaled chest’ so...there’s that.]

1. Thor shakes his head, dropping the hand holding the knife down to his side. “Brother. Really. Does this make sense?”

Loki gasps in air. “What?”

-

2. This is not even the precise cut of a blade. It is nothing he has ever experienced before. The pole tears through flesh, ripping through his body, shattering bone and ripping through muscles. It throws him backwards, sinking into the clay of the wall behind him to pin him in place. The force of the blow drives air from his lungs. For a second, the pain is held back by shock, then it floods in to attack his senses all at once.

-

3. Frigga returns the next day, bearing more books.

“You know this one is a textbook, right?” He picks up a slim volume from the center of the pile. “A particularly dry one at that.”

“Well, you look tired, more than usual. I thought you might need something to help you sleep.” She smiles. “I grabbed it by mistake, my apologies. But you do look more tired than usual. Are you all right?”

-

4. “And not telling me is protecting me?”

“Yes,” Loki says simply. Thor’s narrowed eyes do not soften. Loki sighs. “It’s protecting you and Asgard. I was planning on bringing the Valkyrie along, if that makes you feel better.”

-

5. The figure is shrouded in black robes, distorted by the shielding up between them. But there is something familiar about the hooded figure, something that he tries to place, but finds each time he gets close something shoves him roughly away. It’s beginning to make his head ache fiercely.

-

6. “I’ll tell you what,” Death says with a grin slowly spreading over his wrinkled face. “I’ll tell you. I’ll tell you the big secret, if you buy me a coffee first.” He inclines his head and Dean follows his indication.

There’s a diner, rundown but with a bright neon sign.

-

And that’s it for 2020! (what even was that year?) Moar fics coming in 2021...theoretically. XD