#Prompts!

[actualalligator]

"I should really stop being a coward." for buddie if you are so inclined :)

Thank you so much for this! It ended up being much longer than I planned, but it was fun!!

"I should really stop being a coward," Buck sighed. He sat in the back of the ambulance, watching Eddie punch the bag across the room.

"Yes," Hen said from behind him. "And you should actually help me restock the ambulance or get out of my way."

"Sorry, sorry." Buck stood and did help. They were just finishing when the B-shift crew started to filter in.

"Buck!" Eddie shouted.

When Buck turned, Eddie was standing freshly showered and dressed in his jeans and a hoodie, bag over his shoulder about ten feet back from the ambulance.

"Happy hour ends in half an hour. Do you want wings or not? We gotta go!" Eddie asked, resting a hand on his hip.

Buck glanced toward Hen, who rolled her eyes. "Go," she said. "You should really stop being a coward."

Buck looked at her for a second, then nodded. "See you tomorrow, Hen." And he hopped out of the ambulance and sprinted to the locker room to change.

Eddie leaned against the jeep when he got out there. "If we miss happy hour, you're buying."

Buck laughed. He unlocked the jeep and tossed his bag in the back.

Eddie got in and immediately started to fiddle with the radio, settling on a classic rock station and humming along as they drove.

Buck parked the jeep near the back of CJ's lot and turned it off, but didn't get out. He unbuckled and turned to face Eddie. "Eddie, can we talk a sec?"

Eddie glanced at his watch. "Can we talk after we've been seated and ordered wings?"

"Yeah, yeah," Buck said, ducking his head.

Coward.

He climbed out of the jeep and followed Eddie into the restaurant. They were seated quickly.

"I'm thinking hot and the Thai curry ones we got last time," Eddie said, flipping over the happy hour menu to look at the wing flavors.

"So you want to melt my face off," Buck replied. "What about some of the Korean BBQ?"

"I'm trying to build your spice tolerance, Buck. I'm doing you a service here," Eddie said with a grin. He then flashed that grin at the waitress Sarah who was often their server on wing night.

"Getting in right under the wire, I see, gentlemen. What can I get you?" Sarah asked.

"We want two dozen. Ten buffalo hot, ten of the Thai curry, and four Korean BBQ. A basket of fries and," Eddie paused, glancing at the beer list. "Do you still have the black forest stout?"

"I'd have to check. They were on the last one. But Rosewood sent another stout to replace it with," Sarah said.

Eddie nodded and offered her the menu. "Whichever Rosewood stout you have is fine."

"Buck?" Sarah asked.

Buck offered her a smile. "Lots of ranch. And whatever pilsner is on tap."

Sarah tucked her pen on her apron. "I will go put that in and get those drinks."

Buck watched her go before he looked back at Eddie. "Kind of you to get four wings that are a little less spicy."

"You like spice. Even if it makes you cry a little," Eddie replied, smiling. "And last time you said the curry wings were the best you've ever had." He paused, tilting his head. "Do you want me to go grab her and change the hot to medium?"

Buck shook his head. "You're right. I do like spice." And then he took a second to just look at Eddie as he stared down at the drinks menu.

"I will never understand paying fifteen dollars for fifty cents worth of liquor and some juice," Eddie said, shaking his head. "I can get a bottle of tequila and a carton of orange juice for fifteen bucks."

"Shitty tequila," Buck said.

Eddie grinned. "That's what the orange juice is for."

Buck laughed, shaking his head, but convinced he fell even more in love every time Eddie flashed him that grin. He thought weak at the knees was a made up think until the first time Eddie smiled at him.

Sarah returned. She set Buck's pilsner down in front of him and then about three-quarters of a pint in front of Eddie. "Keg kicked in the middle of the pour. I'll bring you another when they've got the new one in."

"Thanks." Eddie picked up his glass and held it out toward Buck. "Cheers."

"Cheers," Buck replied, clinking his glass against Eddie's and taking a drink. As Eddie's glass came away from his mouth, it'd left behind a little foam on his upper lip. Fondness spread through Buck and without thinking much about it, he said, "I love you."

He wished then that he was in one of those made-up worlds where love at first sight existed and love made one weak at the knees because time also seemed to stop there when things like this happened, when those words accidentally slipped put.

But Buck wasn't in one of those worlds. He was in the real world, and time kept ticking as Eddie registered exactly what it was Buck had said.

Eddie blinked. "What?"

"I'm sorry," Buck said.

"Fuck." Eddie shook his head. He laughed. "This is where you finally do it? In CJ's?"

Buck frowned. "Finally?" he repeated, then pointed his finger at Eddie. "I asked if we could talk in the jeep. You asked if we could do it after we ordered wings. It's after we ordered wings. What do you mean finally, Eddie?"

Eddie looked down at his drink. "I just wasn't sure when you were going to tell me."

Buck's face suddenly felt hot, and something burned hot inside his gut. Embarrassment, maybe. Shame, like he was the butt of a joke. Was it a joke? Had he been so obvious that Eddie had just known? Was it sad? Pathetic?

"I love you too," Eddie said. "I need you to hear that before you start to spiral about this. I love you."

"Why did you wait for me to say it," Buck asked.

Eddie reached out and gripped his shoulder. "Because when Taylor said it first, you weren't ready, and you felt bad about your response. I wanted you to get to say it first. And I wanted you to hear it back. I love you, Buck."

Buck wrapped his fingers around Eddie's wrist, just holding it there, grounding him for a moment. He let out a breath. "Will you kiss me before my mouth goes numb from all these stupid hot wings you ordered?"

Eddie moved each of their beers off to the side and leaned across the table. Buck's hand dropped as Eddie moved his to rest on the back of Buck's neck and pull him close.

The kiss was quick, but everything Buck wanted it to be. Eddie didn't pull away.

"I love you," Eddie said.

Buck laughed and surged forward to kiss him again.

[fireheartaw]

hi hello! if you know me, you know I'm a big fan of OCs soooo it's time for round ✌️ of 𝑶𝑪-𝒕𝒐𝒃𝒆𝒓!

I've put together a list of prompts for the month of October that you can use to put your blorbos in situations!! p.s. the second image is NSFW themed weeks (featured down below the cut)!

🖤💚Enjoy!💚🖤

If you feel so inclined to use this, please please tag me/or message me!! I'd love to get to know your OCs and see all the wonderful brainrots you all have!!💛

okay bye!! (see you in October for some OC goodies)

[pacisandpuzzles]

Janus and Logan love to tease and make fun of each other. They're really close and know they're both joking.

One day, Janus teasingly treats Logan as a child, but the soft speaking voice and the words he says causes Logan to regress . And now Janus has an actual child Logan to take care of.

[happy-beeeps]

Missed Communication

accidentally shadowed my last fic so I’m writing through the pain😭 nothing better to heal it than this beautiful man.

prompt from @promptsforthestrugglingauthor !!!

pairing: Poe x mandalorian!reader

WC: 1.5k

Warnings: suggestive content, but nothing explicit! Canon typical violence and some language.

Summary: Poe attempts to confess his feelings. What he doesn’t anticipate is the blaster fire he gets in response.

"I didn't say I don't love you!"

There’s blaster fire whizzing past your head in dazzling streaks of red and green, and you can barely hear the response Poe yells at your back.

"Well you certainly didn't say it back!" You turn just far enough to see him shift his weight and spin slightly backwards, sending a shot square at the chest of one of the taller troopers quickly gaining on you.

“This isn’t really a great time!”

“I was trying to be romantic, you know, confess my love to you right before we die! But no, maker forbid you let me die happy!”

“We aren’t going to die,” you hiss, tapping the side of your helmet to attempt to get the scanners to work. A shot that ricocheted off your bucket earlier had the systems acting haywire, and right now you needed a place to lay low.

Poe has caught up beside you, feet slapping against the clay roads of whatever city you’re in, Er’Kit isn’t the largest system, and you can’t help but feel his huffing is only half from the strain of running.

This wasn’t really supposed to be a huge mission. An old contact had simply arranged an exchange of information (which was largely outdated) and you and Poe had been assigned to basically pick it up and bring it back to base. His X-Wing was still waiting for one more part to be fully functional and he figured joining you on the small ground missions you were now running was better than office work.

Things were going fine until, in an attempt to haggle down the price of a scarf he had wanted with a street vendor, he caught the attention of the small strolling squad of Stormtroopers in the square.

That’s how you ended up here, with shots bouncing off your armor and barely grazing his head.

“I thought we really had a good thing going, you know? We stopped hating each other, we makeout, we’ve fuc-”

“Poe, I mean it.” You grit, turning and firing a shot towards the troopers. It lands, obviously, and the number of troopers has now been reduced by two. They must not have known Poe was coming on this mission, to send such a small squad.

He ignores you, if he even hears you, and is attempting to coordinate a pickup with Finn on his comms. Finn’s voice comes out scraggly and unclear, and it becomes even more evident that the two of you are completely on your own in this mission.

“Kriff, shit.” You mumble, opening up your vambrace and attempting to run a diagnostic on anything.

“Are you done playing?” Poe snipes, but his words lack the venom he attempts to throw at you. You can tell he’s hurt, emotionally and potentially physically, and you almost halt at the sudden strike it sends to your chest. It’s not that you don’t love Poe, in fact you most certainly do, but the last thing you need is an exclamation of love that he’s only saying out of fear.

You move your head to say something until a chime on your arm distracts you. The thrusters in your Phoenix are back on. You know realistically it can’t hold both of you, at least not for long, but you don’t need long. What you need is a boost.

“What are you thinking about?” The panic is palpable, and you realize Poe has been dodging behind your beskar clad body as the shots from the Stromtroopers, shockingly, make their mark.

“I need you to trust me.”

“Do I even have a choice?”

He didn’t, and he knew that. A long outstretched piece of metal poked out from the top of one of the buildings you ran past, and you angled your arm up to send your grappling hook around it. Poe grabbed your torso and the metal wire launched the two of you towards the air. Using the boost, you fired your jetpack and managed to fly up, up, and over a block of buildings. The shots of the troopers died out, and you did your best to land the two of you in a decently secluded block, admittedly not far from where you just were.

Ground met your feet a little roughly, but Poe let go of you quickly before running halfway down the alley and working open a door, before ducking his head in. “This one’s clear.”

You follow him into the small room There’s no windows to the alley and the door, while old, is thick. Instead of windows, small carved out pieces of clay along the front and back walls near the ceiling send beams of warm, bright light into the box of a place.

“It used to be someone’s home.” He states, walking towards one of the overturned, dusty stools and pulling it up right, tentatively putting a hand on it before trusting it with his whole weight.

“How can you be sure?”

He gestures towards the windows, “The Er’kit use small windows for light during the day, that way their homes can stay cool but they don’t need to use excess energy.” He sighs, his head drooping in his hands. You’re both exhausted, and Poe seems to be in some degree of distress.

You walk towards him, kneeling between his legs and placing a hand on his cheek. He looks up at you, brown eyes meeting yours, and you toy with one of the floppy curls that tickles your finger. “You’re pretty smart flyboy.”

He doesn’t say anything, just offers a hmph in response and a soft, sad smile. Your run your hand down from his cheek, over his shoulder and arm when you notice the red spot beneath his beige tunic.

“You’re bleeding.”

“It’s a scratch.”

“It’s really… not.” It’s nothing fatal, but a cut this deep shouldn’t be exposed to the sand and air of the system. You grab the scarf from around his neck and he groans, his head picking up and dropping back dramatically.

“Maker forbid I get to keep that scarf.”

You roll your eyes as you wrap it tightly around his arm, working quickly as possible to minimize his discomfort. Satisfied with your work, you pat his arm softly and scooch closer between his legs, so your torso is pressing against him.

“Did you mean it?”

Poe’s brows furrow a bit, as if he has no idea what you could be talking about, “Mean what?”

“Do you love me?”

He scoffs, as if you’ve just asked him something inconceivably simple, like if BB8 was the world's cutest droid, or if Rose makes the best ration cocktails. “I’ve been in love with you basically since the moment we met, figured it was kind of obvious.”

Your heart flutters, chest blooming with warmth as you stretch your hand up to stroke his cheek again. Poe has the softest eyes, big and brown, and you could get lost in them. In fact, you’re not certain you ever want to leave this tiny house, you’re going to live here forever, in this moment. You’ve been scared of a lot with him—scared to lose him, scared of what it means to be with him. You know at the end of the day, he’s it. There will never be anything else like him.

And honestly, you wouldn’t want it anyways.

“I absolutely love you, Poe,” you whisper, fighting the fear of loss, the fear of rejection, grounding yourself in his big brown eyes.

You can practically hear his voice catch in his throat as he smiles, his eyes squeezing shut. He turns his head to kiss the hand that’s currently resting on his cheek, and picks up his uninjured arm and reaches to hold your head. “Thank fuck. I wasn’t prepared to have to tell BB8 why mom doesn’t talk to dad anymore.”

You smack his shoulder lightly, and he laughs into it, easy and clear. Everything with him is easy and clear. You aren’t sure why you expected anything else.

Poe is quick, even injured, and he pulls you close to him and barely gives you a moment to catch a breath before he kisses you. That’s another thing about Poe, you swear you could kiss him for the rest of your life—literally, this man is intoxicating.

The kiss is slow, sweet, but it builds quickly. Quicker than you were expecting. In a moment he’s standing, pulling you up as he goes. Poe’s hands are everywhere, your hair, your waist, as he walks you towards a wall, your back pressed against the smooth stones.

“Love you s’much angel, you’re s’perfect, love you so much, want you so bad.”

Honestly? You’re about to go through with it, whispering sweet nothings back in his ear, fumbling with the buttons on his pants.

Your hand brushes something in his pocket and suddenly, the comm crackles to life, the room now full of Finn’s frantic voice.

“Poe? We’ve got your coordinates, sending you a clear path out now.”

The path comes through on your vambrace, and it’s not a far walk. Poe looks it over, then looks at you, eyes gleaming.

“Copy that, we’ll be at the rendezvous in twenty.”

You quirk an eyebrow at him, running a hand through his hair, “they’re just at the edge of town, it won’t even take us ten minutes to walk there?”

He grins, wicked and wonderful and so him, “Sure, thought I’d buy us some time.”

[intrulogicalweek]

Hear me out

✨Swap roles✨

I love it! 💚

[fuckyeah-dragrace]

Hi Nattie!! I am once again in your inbox asking very nicely for a dayasco prompt, bonus points if it's for the highschool au (sorry Jas) :) i think 7 (late night walks) or 18 (fairground) could be cute, or a combination of both 🥰

lina i will always answer the call for dayasco and highschool au and we'll definitely get a combination for this one so i hope you enjoy!! ----

"Now can you tell me where we're going?" Daya asked, looking out the car window and then to her girlfriend. All day she'd gotten texts from Bosco telling her that she had a surprise after school and nothing else. That is the point of a surprise, she supposed but something had to be going on with how excited they were.

Bosco grinned, her sunglasses over her eyes as she turned into a parking lot. "I can do a lot better than tell you. I'll show you." She got out and opened Dayas door, making the taller girl blush before they walked down a gravel path.

They held each others hand, swinging them absentmindedly as the dark sky was above them with little pinprick stars.

It still felt surreal that she was dating Bosco, the girl she had the biggest crush on for forever. She got to say she was her girlfriend and they could be the couple now in the hallways giggling and holding hands and be disgustingly cute. It was everything and more than what she imagined.

"Alright, we're here." Bosco grinned, pulling Dayas hand as the path lit up with colorful lights and the sounds of carnival games. The taller girl blinked before smiling widely, taking in all of the games and booths covered in a variety of prizes.

"What's this?"

"You said you've never had someone win you a carnival prize so we're not leaving here until I win you the biggest stuffed animal they got here." They said, smiling at her. "Let's look around." She held her hand out for Daya, waiting as the girl looked at her with wide eyes.

Fuck why was she so emotional right now? She nodded, taking Bosco's hand as they walked around, trying to gather herself as they looked around to try and find a prize she liked. They turned the corner and found one with dinosaur plushies in a variety of colors, all sitting on display. She immediately locked eyes on them and Bosco noticed, smiling before going to game and handing some tickets for some softballs to knock down the bottles.

“One dinosaur, coming up.” She winked before throwing the first ball.

After about $30 to some teenager working the booth, Bosco finally knocked down all of the milk bottles. “Yes!” They cheered, seeing Daya rush over to her and kiss her hard.

She picked out a black dinosaur, claiming it looked like Bosco which got some laughs. “Now we have to name our son.” Daya said, sipping on some lemonade as they walked.

“You have full naming power, baby.” Bosco smiled, her hands in her pocket.

“Hmm.” Daya thought. “How about Fendi?”

“Fendi it is.” She chuckled, starting to walk back. Her hand came out of her pocket, grazing Dayas before holding gently. They walked for a bit in silence, the noises of the fairground fading away.

“You know you didn’t have to do all of that for me.” Daya said, holding Boscos hand tightly as they walked. “It was a lot of money you spent.”

“I wanted to, baby.” Bosco looked over at her, smiling softly. “I would’ve spent forever getting you your prize. You deserve it.”

Daya smiled back, stopping for a moment before kissing her girlfriend again, softer and smiling against her lips. “You’re my prize.”

Bosco smiled, kissing her nose. “Softie.” She chuckled, lacing their fingers together again as they continued their walk, stars overhead and happier as can be.

[thecollectionsof]

“I don’t know what I’d do without you.” For Camgeria please? ❤️

Camden was always scared to grow old, but now that she’s here, it doesn’t seem so bad.  

“We’re old,” she says, like it was news. Her wife looks at her above her glasses and smiles, the smile lines becoming more pronounced as she turns to her and reaches out to grab her arm with a shaking hand. She doesn’t remember when each practiced and smooth motion from her lover became slower, shakier, but she knows that she’s the same. The elegant youthfulness of a ballet dancer gave way to the grace of growing old, and she wouldn’t have it any other way.

“I’m aging like fine wine, honey,” Angie says, her teasing tone warm and gentle. She’s looking at her and it’s full of love, genuine in a way she wishes she could show the scared 20-something Camden who thought her feelings were doomed to be one-sided. Approaching their 60th anniversary, she knows that there’s nothing further from the truth. 

Camden sighs, resting her other hand over Angeria’s and feeling the warmth of it as she thinks. “Remember when we met? I was dressed as a Spice Girl, and someone… I think it was Maddy who called me Old Spice. I guess I really am Old Spice now.” She sighs, reminiscing, then chuckles. “But you’ve always been Country Spice, dear.”

“And thank god I am, because you always thought this accent was sexy.” Angie is as familiar to her as she is to herself and it’s comforting, easy. It’s almost been 60 years since they got married and she’s so glad that out of anyone in the world, she ended up here. Sitting on a couch on their front porch, cups of tea going cold in front of them and books in their laps. There’s nowhere else she’d rather be.

“You know… I don’t know what I’d do without you,” she admits, watching her wife. She can see the way her expression shifts, the unknown and the hurt at the thought of navigating life without one another flitting across her face before she schools it behind a mask of reassurance.

“I’m not going anywhere, Cam. Not anytime soon—I still got a few good years left in me.”

Camden lifts Angie’s hand, kissing the back of it. “I know. I just worry.”

Angie hums reassuringly, and she doesn’t need to talk to say what she means. I’ll always be right next to you is written in the space between them, the words unspoken but obvious to the two of them. They’re reassuring, or at least they’re enough to make the unconscious tension in her shoulders melt away, leaning back into the safe, warm haven of their front porch in the dying evening light. Angie picks her book back up and continues reading, but Camden takes another minute or two to look around at the life she’s built, the wife she’s devoted to, the idyllic life she made after years of struggles and anxiety and insecurity. 

“I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up,” Camden smiles, “but I’m glad I got to grow up with you.”

[clumsiestgiantess]

I'm not sure how this works, but for the 100 prompts thing, I'd love to see what you make of #86

Got to the prompt from this list! Now I’m free for another one. If anyone wants to send a prompt, it’ll be next in line!

["If you do that, you'll be small forever!"]

It’s entirely possible that aliens exist — that somewhere out there, far far away from our own planet is another one we might not know or understand, with life we never thought possible.  But not here, not now, not right outside our shit rental house in the middle of nowhere.  I’d got up to get a drink in the dead of a cloudy night.  Not wanting to wake up my bunkmate, I kept the lights off as I made my way to the kitchen.  I could barely make out walls in front of me, and ended up colliding with a chair.  “Sonofa-”  Suddenly, I could see.  For one blinding moment, everything was lit up as though it were day, then faded back to darkness in a strange softening afterglow.  

A lightning strike.  I listened intently, counting how many seconds would pass between the flash and the roar of thunder soon to follow.  One one-thousand, two one-thousand… Twenty.. one.. thousand?  I stopped at twenty, glancing confusedly around.  “Where’s the thunder?” I whispered, stepping over to the window.  Nothing but darkness greeted me.  The single porch light illuminated one small part of the front yard, but that was all. 

Except.. I could have sworn there wasn’t a cactus there before… they were all in the backyard.  I squinted at it, adrenaline tensing in my muscles.  The shape of it looked wrong somehow.  As I stared, it suddenly felt like I was the one being watched.  In one fluid movement, the whole silhouette pivoted towards me.

Shrieking, I stumbled backwards away from the window, scrambling over the floor as its shadow descended over the glass, covered by blinds.  A semi-humanoid head cocked to the side. Two limbs pressed up against the glass, peering over the bottom of the window.  I clasped a hand over my mouth to keep from crying out in fear.  “Hey, what the hell are you screaming for out here?  It’s the middle of the night!  Did another scorpion-”  Then he finally noticed me nearly pissing myself on the floor.  He’s known me long enough to know that I don’t get this scared that easily.  “Gavin!  There’s.. There’s something outside, dude!  I- I don’t-”

It was gone.  The thing in the window was gone.  I got up off the floor in an instant.  “What was it?  One of those wild boars or something?” he asked.  “No, man!  It- It looked like a fucked up person!”  Gavin’s eyebrows scrunched together in disbelief.  “I think you need to go back to sleep.”  I was about to protest, but the doorbell rang.  The cheery chime sent chills down my arms and back.  “Don’t.. answer it.”  Gavin crept up to the door.  “What the hell did I just say?!” I whisper-yelled at him.  “I’m just looking through the peephole, calm down,” he replied, waving a hand distractedly in my direction.

Slowly, he put his face up to the door, then laughed uneasily.  “There’s no one there.”  Another ring from the doorbell said otherwise.  Both of us stared at eachother as it rang again.  “Alright, that’s it.”  He threw open the door.  “What the hell is-”  A blast of cooled light hit him square in the chest, instantly zapping him out of existence — nothing left behind but empty space. 

“HOLY FUCKING SHIT!”  I tore down the hall and towards the back door.  Blasts of color spiraled and sparked as they hit the walls around me.  Just as I reached for the door handle, another shadow moved outside.  Ok, well fuck that.  Dodging away from my escape, I threw myself into a closet and yanked the door shut, holding it closed with shaking hands.

Desperately, I tried to quiet my heavy breaths which echoed around the small space.  I again pressed a hand to my mouth at the sound of footsteps on the hardwood floor right outside.  Breaking the deafening silence, the sound of clicking bounced off the walls.  Creak click-click-click.  Creak click-click.  Closer, closer, then slowly fading away.  I was content to stay in there the rest of my life, however short it might be, but my plans were interrupted by Gavin’s voice, faint through the door.  “What the hell did you do to me?!  Let me out of here!”  It was so.. frightened.  I’d never heard him speak like that. However, at the very least, he was somehow alive.

I slid the closet door open hesitantly and peered into the hall.  Nothing weird in sight.  Sticking to the baseboards so I wouldn’t set off the creaking floor, I made my way towards the sound of his voice.  It was terrifying and agonizingly slow work, but I made it around the corner to the edge of the kitchen and the doorway where I last saw him.  Just barely sliding my head around the corner, I caught a glimpse at what the freaky intruders looked like.  One of them stood upright like what I’d seen.  It had rough greyish skin and long lanky legs with two calves and feet that were separated at the knee.  It had a small thin tail and two sets of forearms — one that looked like normal arms, and a thinner set that was tucked closely around its body.  Then there was its face, which was the most horrific thing about it.  Large eyes with disk-like pupils googled on its head with little bony pieces sticking out of its jaw.  Two small arms stretched from the sides of its mouth, hanging down by its chin.

I was so horrifyingly mesmerized by the creature’s appearance, not to mention the second one, which was creeping over the ground on all fours, that I didn’t even think to look for Gavin until I heard him yell again.  “Please!”  His voice was desperate, “Can you at least change me back?”  That’s when I saw him.  A cage about the size of a small moving box sat on the living room table between the two aliens.  Inside of it stood Gavin, gripping the bars of his incredibly small prison.  He couldn’t have been more than a foot tall.  “Gavin?”  

Both aliens’ heads snapped around to face me.  “Shit!”  I ran back down the hall again.  The door was open wide this time and I ran through it at top speed, scrambling into a few scrubby bushes at the last second.  The door banged against the house as it was thrown open, one of the aliens stepping out, clicking quickly as it scanned the ground.  

Thankfully, a shred of luck was still on my side.  A startled snake twined across the yard, likely kicked up by my running.  The alien hissed at it, though it was louder than a hiss, more like an incredibly soft shriek.  A moment later, it stepped back inside.  I let out a relieved breath of air.  I was so tempted to run; I knew what direction the closest town was, it would take me a bit to get there, but I-  HOLY HELL.  A spaceship or.. something hovered in the sky, nearly as long as three houses.  Another reason to get out of there.  However, I just couldn’t leave Gavin.  

There was still one more option.  In the house on the second floor was a room filled with taxidermied animals.  Gavin and I had put funny things on them and left it at that, but I distinctly remember a few hunting rifles hanging on the wall.  Edging around the snake still coiled in the yard, I crept to the side of the house where a lattice frame of dead plants sat leaning against the wall.  With careful caution to make as little sound as possible, I edged up the frame to a window right above it.  If I remember correctly, the room I wanted would be right there.  

My heart pounded in my ears as I opened the window inch by inch, then hoisted myself up and inside.  I gasped and nearly yelled when I brushed a hand over fur.  Thankfully it was only a stuffed animal, well, part of one anyways.  The aliens must’ve searched up here.  Every creature in the place was torn apart.  I’m not sure if they just hate Earth creatures in general, or if they were confused by the lifelike taxidermy and tried to attack it.  Either way, the room was a mess.  I made my way across it on tiptoe.  A few feet from the guns, which were in fact on the wall above a ‘do not touch’ sign, a bloodcurdling scream filled the air.

Gavin?!  What are they doing to him?!  “Help!  Please!  No!  No, stop!  STOP!”  I fumbled with the gun, quickly checking if it was loaded.  It wasn’t.  The yelling stopped, and I could hear something pounding up the stairs.  “No, no, no, no, no, no, shit!  Fuck!  Where’s the ammo!?”  Another strange hiss-shriek sounded to my right, and I whirled around, finding an alien in the doorway.  It smiled at me — or maybe it was just baring its teeth — but either way, it looked horrifying.  The thing stalked into the room, hunching down to four legs.  I stood where I was, mortified.  It stalked closer.. closer.. then lunged.  Lifting the rifle, I clocked it over the head as it came down.  I screamed and thrashed as its body crashed into me, sure I was being attacked.  However, the thing lay limply on the floor.

I took a brief moment to process things, then scrambled out from beneath the unconscious creature. I tore through nearby shelves to find a box of bullets.  Relief flooded through me when I at last found it, tucked away in the back of one of the drawers.  I’d just tore into the packaging when another yell from downstairs made me flinch.  “Owen!  It’s coming upstairs!”  I worked faster, clicking two shells into the barrels just as the second alien walked through.  It froze, taking a double-take at the limp creature beside me.  A wild shriek nearly deafened me as it recognized what I’d done.  I could see all the gleaming serrated teeth in its awful armed mouth.  

It reached for a weapon, but I fired first.  It stumbled backwards, clutching its chest where I shot it, and fell to the ground.  I reloaded and fired at both creatures a few more times, just to be sure.  Purpleish-red blood pooled onto the floorboards. Finally, I sank to my knees, practically hysterical.  “I just shot two fucking aliens,” I whispered in shock.  My vision darkened, like the brightness had been turned down on the moon, then cleared a moment later as yelling from downstairs startled me.  “Owen?  O- Owen is that you?”  I raced down the flight of stairs nearly three at a time, shotgun in hand, though it had no bullets left.  Skidding on the wooden floor, I nearly fell on my face at the speed I was going, but I righted myself at the last second.  Spotting the cage, I slowed my advance and stepped cautiously closer, lowering my weapon to the floor.

“Holy shit…” I whispered, kneeling down in front of the little cage.  Gavin took a few steps backwards, unsure.  “Is that really you?”  He nodded uneasily, “Y- Yeah, I thought they shot me, but the weird gun thing did this to me instead.”  In awe, I opened the little door in front and reached inside.  He really was only the size of a ruler — a bit smaller, even.  “Dude?  Wh- What are you doing?” Gavin had backed all the way to the end of the cage, shying away from my outstretched hand.  I didn’t even know what I was doing.  Shaking off my stupor, I retreated back out of the metal trap.  “Sorry.  Umm.. step out of there for a second.”  He hesitated, craning his neck to look up at me.

“You ok?” I asked him cautiously, “It’s just me.  I’m not gonna hurt you.”  With a shaking breath, he stepped up to the opening, glancing around before sliding past the cage onto the coffee table.  “I’m.. I’m sorry, I-'' Gavin stuttered, unsure.  “It’s just so weird seeing everything like this.  They picked me up — stuffed me in here — so easily.”

“But I wouldn’t do that!” I cried, slightly hurt.  “I know,” he sighed, “Sorry, man.  I’m not saying that.  You wouldn’t take advantage of this kind of thing.”  Gavin stepped over to the table’s edge, peering up the staircase.  “What happened to the aliens?”  I glanced over, remembering the second alien had come close to shooting me.  “Oh!  Hang on!  I’ll be right back!”  As I raced upstairs, I couldn’t help but notice Gavin flinch at the pounding noise of my comparatively large footsteps on the stairs.  Slinking through the doorway, I searched the second corpse cautiously, but came away with the strange gun.

I was much slower on my return, not only because I was worried the gun might accidentally go off, but also because I didn’t want to alarm Gavin, whose eyes widened fearfully at the sight of the weapon in my hands.  “Do you think we can use this thing to get you back?”  He calmed slightly, “If you can figure out how it works, sure.  Just.. maybe test it on something else first.”  I nodded, searching it over.  The thing only had one button or switch that I could find, though — the trigger.  I fired it once just to test it.  Nope.  Still makes things small.  In the middle of fidgeting with it, that blinding flash lit up the sky.  Raw fear seized my chest.  I was two steps towards the closet where I hid, when I remembered Gavin.  Turning to the living room, I found him trying to climb down from the top of the table.

Rushing over, I swiftly scooped him up, tucked him under my arm, and ran off, locking myself into the closet.  We went extremely still as clicking started up inside the house again.  Footsteps creaked — more than the first two sets.  A strange call revertibrated through the walls.  The thundering ruckus of several aliens climbing the stairs reached us, and I realized they must’ve found the bodies.  Gavin struggled just slightly under my arm and I readjusted it, giving him a bit more room.

From then on, chatter filled the house.  I sat there for hours, even long after the noises stopped.  Finally, when the light of the early morning sun slid beneath the bottom of the closet door, I opened it and stepped out.  The entire time, I hadn’t realized I had Gavin in my arms until he yawned and stretched, hand knocking against my side.

“Oh shit!” he yelped, yanking it back.  I felt as if I’d been caught in some awful act, nearly dropping him to the floor like my cat.  “Oh, I’m still here.  Didn’t mean to scare you, man.  I forgot where I was for a second.”  Gavin reached up and hauled himself upright by the fabric of my shirt.  He clung to my arm as he looked around the place, glowing in golden sunlight.  “Did we survive?”  “I…  think so,” I replied, stepping over to the back door and chancing a look at the sky.  The ship I’d seen was gone.  Reaching out with my free hand, I closed and locked the door, then headed to the front.

It felt so strange, carrying Gavin in a single arm as I traversed the house.  If it were like.. a really little kid under my arm, I wouldn’t think twice, but Gavin is usually a head taller than me.  No wonder he’d been so freaked out by his new height.  Making sure all the doors were locked tightly, I set Gavin down on the bar counter, then rushed back to the closet at the sudden realization that while the aliens had left, we still had a piece of their technology.

I placed the strange blaster down on the counter beside Gavin.  He knelt down, studying the device in silence.  “There's…  I- I think I’m stuck like this,” he said quietly.  Again I tried to see if I could switch the gun to reverse the effects, but the only thing it did was shrink things.  I watched realization and dread dawn on Gavin’s face, and my own stomach churned.  No matter how he wanted to move on, no matter how much I would try to help him, he would still be alone in whatever happened next.  Unless he wouldn’t be…

Stepping up to the counter, I slowly slid the gun into my hands.  I stared at it, deep in thought.  “If.. you really are stuck like that.. I’d rather be stuck with you than watch you suffer.”  My voice was met with a split second of stunned silence.  “What?!  I- I mean, thanks, but you really shouldn’t!  If you do that, you’ll be stuck small forever!  Then what are we supposed to do?  Stay in here until the owner comes home and finds us?”  Oh.  That’s true.  “So.. what do I do?” I asked him, unsure.  He shrugged, “I don’t know; I’m your problem, now.”  “Huh?”  “What?  You were gonna leave me with someone else?  If this had happened to me with anyone, I’d rather it be you who finds out.”  I felt a grin spread across my face.  “Really?”  Gavin nodded happily.

“Well.. I guess we should probably clean the place up, first.  The upstairs is a mess.”  A tiny gasp reached my ears.  “Right!  I heard a gun — a real gun, not the shrinking one — go off!  Did you shoot them?  Is that why they stopped hunting you?”  I nodded, remembering how my heart nearly beat right out of my chest.  “Yeah, I did.  I had to do something to help you.”  “I’m just glad it’s over.  Well, the alien part, anyways.”  I glanced at the door.  “Do you think they’ll come back for revenge?”  Gavin thought for a moment, then shook his head, stepping closer to the edge of the counter.  “Not during the day.  If you want to leave, I’m all for it.  Let’s clean this place up and get out of here. The owner can deal with whatever happens next.”  

We fumbled around for a few minutes, trying to figure out how to get him down before giving up.  “Just carry me,” he sighed, “I know you were kinda worried about it before, but as long as you don’t.. like, drop me or anything, I’m fine.”  I was tempted to jokingly say ‘yes you are’ — something I would usually do without thinking — but decided against it for some reason. Instead, I offered up my outstretched arms.  Gavin settled in and we headed upstairs.  I wasn’t quite sure what the plan was after we left, or if there even is one.  Regardless, I’m just happy we made it out alive.  Honestly, I feel like things aren’t really all that bad.

[pizza-is-my-buziness]

Candy ballon dress -Sam and Deena

These words are more of an essence sprinkled over the story itself...I did my best!

Of all the places Sam has been, it’s Deena bedroom that feels the most like home. 

She’d thought that the first time she’d walked in, back when she’d thought she could still mistake the way she felt around Deena for the thrill of having a new friend, for opening her tiny Shadyside life up a little bit more. Back when it had been a little easier to ignore how sometimes Deena couldn’t even look at her, how their gazes would meet and slide away just as quickly, like it was a physical thing. How Deena hadn’t looked at her then either, that first time, when she’d pushed her door open and Sam had stepped inside and everything had felt…perfect. Comforting and warm in a way that bedrooms in books always did, how the lingering smells of incense had settled over her whenever she took a deep breath, mingling in her nose and lungs along with something that was just Deena. How, for one wild moment, Sam had wanted nothing more than to wrap herself up in the tangled mess of blankets, how she’d wanted to press her face to the pillows, how it had horrified her to imagine doing such a thing.

And now she does it with ease, closing her eyes as she presses her face against Deena’s pillow and doesn’t bother to hide the way she breathes in deeply, trying to hold the familiar smell of fabric softener and shampoo and Deena as long as she can. She’s still in her clothes from earlier, the sterile white of the graduation dress her mother picked out bunched around her knees, but Sam thinks she could fall asleep easily, just like this. Despite the racing in her mind, her heart hurrying to keep up the pace. Despite the bobby pins in her hair, how her scalp aches because she’d allowed her mother to do her hair how she wanted, both of them seemingly aware that it would be the last time. She’d told her mother that she was going to Deena’s after graduation and though the woman hadn’t had anything to say about it -a common occurrence as of late- Sam wonders now if the sharpness in her scalp is answer enough. 

Not that it matters. Not when Sam can already feel her body relaxing. Her muscles unclenching. It feels, like it often does, exactly like coming home. The type of feeling Sam had always longed for, had felt, maybe, the second her eyes locked with Deena’s that very first time. 

The bedroom door opens and even though it’s been only moments since Sam has last seen her, Deena feels like a sight for sore eyes. That feeling of coming home all over again. Deena looks far more comfortable than Sam feels, her hair loose and wild, sweat pants crooked and hanging lopsided on her hips, one strap of her tanktop twisted. Shadyside graduation isn’t for another week, something Sam can’t help but tease Deena with whenever she can, though maybe she shouldn’t because Deena looks like she’s had a far better Friday night than Sam has. 

“Sure, just make yourself at home,” Deena , kicking the door closed behind her absently, even though Josh is downstairs in the basement and Deena’s father is out with some of his friends from work. 

Sam is impressed that Deena almost manages to make it sound like she actually cares. 

“I took my shoes off,” Sam says, rolling onto her side to watch as Deena balances the array of snacks she’s brought up with her. “I get credit for that, right?” 

Her sandals are tossed somewhere among the other detritus of Deena, resting alongside Deena’s boots, maybe, or a discarded flannel. Sam likes the idea of it: her stuff mixed with Deena’s. Her toes are painted the blue that Deena said once reminded her of Sam’s eyes, the comment murmured quickly and with a definite blush to Deena’s cheeks and it had made Sam’s heart race the way only Deena ever seems to be able to do. 

“Even Josh could’ve done that,” Deena teases, dropping onto the edge of the bed and managing not to spill the popcorn bowl in her hands. “Okay. Popcorn. Candy. Even,” she pulls a face, “Twizzlers, which definitely taste like plastic.” 

Sam sits up as Deena settles the bowl between them, packages of M&Ms and Milk Duds and, yes, even the Twizzlers tangling among the sheets. She reaches for the red package, pulling it open and ignoring Deena’s slight frown as she takes one of the Twizzlers. “You really pulled out all the stops tonight.” 

“Technically, this is your graduation party,” Deena remarks and Sam feels the flutter in her chest again, the one that always accompanies the mention of her graduation. The promise of whatever magical rest of her life is supposed to happen next. She’d walked across the stage of a high school she didn’t really want to be at, surrounded by classmates who probably don’t know her name, and the one person she’d really wanted to be there had been at home waiting for the moments that would come after. Sam isn’t sure what she was supposed to feel upon getting her diploma and handshake, but she isn’t sure that fuck yes, get me out of here was it. 

Not that she has any regrets.

“So,” Deena continues, bumping Sam’s knee with her own. “I can at least spring for M&Ms.” 

“How generous.” Sam nudges her back. “I guess I’ll have to go all out next week, huh?” 

“Oh yeah,” Deena says, nodding. She shakes some M&Ms into the popcorn, something Sam had given her a hard time about back when they’d first started going to Kate’s for movie nights. Until she’d actually tried it and had to admit that Deena was definitely onto something. “I have really high expectations.”

Sam smirks, lifting her eyebrows. “Really. Like…how high are we talking here?” 

“Definitely a cake,” Deena says. “But not one of those gross sheet cakes from the Grab & Bag with the icing that tastes like soap. It needs to have at least three layers at least. Balloons…a DJ…little fancy finger foods.” She nods, grabbing a handful of popcorn and stretching out her legs so that they overlap with Sam’s. 

“Is that all?” 

“Probably a pony in the backyard,” Deena adds, eyes sparking. “Definitely.”

Sam nods, taking another Twizzler from the bag. “Now it sounds like a Sunnyvale party.” 

“Great. Mission accomplished.” Deena shakes her head as Sam rolls her eyes, glancing down at the bowl of popcorn and shifting through the kernels to get to the M&Ms at the bottom. “Sure you wouldn’t rather be at one of those kinds of parties instead? I mean…you did just graduate.” 

Sam glances up at her, studying the faint furrow in Deena’s brow, the press of her lips, the way she manages to make it look like she’s not looking at Sam at all when really Sam can feel her gaze like a brush of fingers against her skin. “I’m going to assume that you’re kidding,” she deadpans, though she can tell, in just some small way, Deena isn’t. “Why would I want to go to a Sunnyvale party?” She pauses, just long enough to make the words matter, before she adds, “You have all the snacks here.” 

Deena abandons her search of the popcorn bowl to finally give Sam her full attention. “Yeah, I guess that’s true.”

Sam reaches out, putting her hand over Deena’s, and her heart goes racing again, just like that. The simple brush of her fingers against Deena’s skin and that’s all it takes. She should’ve known long before she ever admitted it that she was a goner. 

“Deena…” 

“Yeah.” Deena nods, turning her hand and so that her fingers can brush against Sam’s palm, against the scar there, against the pulsepoint at her wrist. “I know.”

And she does, Sam thinks. She always has. She’s always seen every part of Sam and loved her anyway. 

Which is why this is the only place Sam could ever possibly imagine being. 

Here, in this room. With this person. 

And the feeling of Deena’s fingers against her wrist makes Sam certain that it’s not the room that feels like home. 

[blackberrybrambles]

Worldbuilding & Storybuilding Prompts!

Hey guys! I had a bit of a silly idea so I thought I’d put together a series of prompts that people could use as a means of encouraging the creation of Worldbuilding and Storybuilding for AU’s.

I’m a sucker for worldbuilding stuff and tend to ask myself the weirdest unimportant questions. But no matter how great the world is, it amounts to nothing if you never use it! So I’ve scribbled down some of the ideas I think might make for fun ways to pick the brain for content. Some of these things will be/could be NSFW so be sure to let followers know if you aren’t comfortable with content like that!

Please only send one prompt per ask!

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Fun/Creative Topics for worldbuilding and storybuilding purposes!

Worldbuilding: Holiday - Create and/or describe a holiday that exists in your AU!

Storybuilding: Holiday - Take a holiday from your AU and write about your character(s) celebrating it!

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Worldbuilding: Wedding / Engagement - If long-term unions take place in your AU, describe some of the traditions/customs associated with getting married or engaged!

Storybuilding: Wedding / Engagement - Have your characters gotten married or engaged? Have you just played around with the idea of it? Maybe indulge and write how that might/did go :3

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Worldbuilding: Biology(Potentially NSFW) - If the AU takes place in an inhuman environment or largely uses non-human characters, maybe describe some of the biology of these creatures. Use as much or as little detail as you’re comfortable with!

Storybuilding: Biology(Potentially NSFW) - If characters are unfamiliar with the peculiar biology of other characters, maybe write up a fun interaction that might be had as a result! Does character A have a weird question about Character B? Maybe there’s a lingering intimate curiosity. This one might be harder to work with, so no worries if you struggle! But this prompt definitely has its uses in certain AU’s. Additional prompt: Changes(Potentially NSFW) - if your character IS in a new world and is suffering changes as a result, expand upon them! How is their body reacting to their strange new environment, be it major or minor?

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Worldbuilding: Fauna/Flora - If this AU takes place in an inhuman environment, take a moment to describe something about that environment! Pick a random animal and talk about it. Talk about weird plants. Pick something strange about the landscape and elaborate upon it. Use this as an excuse to expand upon the world of your AU as much or as little as you like! Its all up to you!

Storybuilding: Fauna/Flora - If any characters are in a strange new environment and are struggling to adapt, write about it! Have they met a strange animal? Have they seen a strange plant, or maybe even come of a weird looking food that may or may not be edible? Maybe the environment itself is strange to them and they’re just taking notice of it. Elaborate! Have fun!

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Worldbuilding: Religion/Spirituality - Does this AU contain religion or spiritual beliefs? Maybe discuss these beliefs if they exist. Or create them if they don’t yet exist. Elaborate as much or as little as you like, but no pressure. If the topic makes you uncomfortable, then be sure to let your followers know so they won’t ask!

Storybuilding - Religion/Spirituality - Are any of your characters religious, or do they have spiritual beliefs? Maybe expand upon that. Discuss an experience they have. Or a personal tradition pertaining to how they follow their beliefs.

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Worldbuilding: Culture - Anywhere that exists a civilization or a group, there will be culture. Culture consists of beliefs of customs that may or may not be tied to religion/spirituality, or they may exist as a result of necessity. Culture has such a wide definition and can consist of any practice largely partaken in by a population, so hopefully you won’t struggle much with this one :3 Additional Prompt: Law and Order - Exactly as it sounds. Laws are often made around culture, or can be made to enforce practices a culture or religion. What laws exist in your world? Elaborate.

Storybuilding: Culture - The culture your character comes from is likely to influence their behavior in some way. Be it how they prefer to eat their food or how they behave on a daily basis. This could basically just be an excuse to describe a routine of your character, and expand upon if its born of the culture they come from, or created as a result of them trying to escape conforming to that culture. Additional Prompt: Culture Shock - If your character is new to an environment and is unfamiliar with native culture, maybe describe their reaction or their experiences. Or describe characters from different cultures sharing their cultures with each other.

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Sad/Unfortunate/Negative Topics!

Worldbuilding: Funeral - Describe how a funeral or a burial might work in your AU. If anything special happens, etc.

Storybuilding: Funeral - Describe your character(s) attending a funeral in your world. Or perhaps just talk about them dealing with the concept of death.

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Worldbuilding: Prejudice - Prejudice of some form is bound to exist in any world. Such is a harsh reality. Describe this harsh reality in some aspect, by describing a Prejudice that exists. Be it the result of war, a misunderstanding, genuine hate, or so on.

Storybuilding: Prejudice - Have any of your characters faced Prejudice? Or, do they perhaps have Prejudices of their own. Elaborate upon it.

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Worldbuilding: War - Have any wars taken place in your AU? Recent or otherwise? Describe the war. What triggered it? Where did it lead

Storybuilding: War/Battle - Have any of your characters been involved in a war, or in a legitimate battle? Describe their experience. What they went through and what they did (willingly or otherwise). Maybe describe how the experience has changed them or shaped their behavior.

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Worldbuilding: Disease/Illness - Are there any unique diseases or illnesses that might exist in your AU? Describe them. Elaborate upon what they do to the body, and how they’re treated, if they can be treated at all. Additional Prompt: Medicine - Maybe you care less about discussing diseases and more about discussing medicine. Or maybe you want to further expand upon a medicine that exists in your world, and what it does/what it’s meant to treat. Maybe talk about how its made and how its used. Something like that. Or discuss medical care in general.

Storybuilding: Disease/Illness - Have any of your character contracted an illness? Do they suffer of a disease? Do they know someone who has? Elaborate. Discuss it. Make us feel for their plight. Additional Prompt: Medical Care - Describe a character recovering from illness, or a character helping another character recover from an illness. Or write about them dealing with or learning to cope with a long term affliction. Take this and expand upon this as you will! Rip our hearts out and crush them if you so desire.

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Worldbuilding: Inhumanity - A broad topic that I’ll make separate from Prejudice. Are there any practices in your world that many might consider blatantly inhumane? Are these practices largely accepted by the locals, or are they negatively judged but reluctantly accepted? Slavery. Animal mistreatment. Torture. Pick an inhumane topic and elaborate upon it, if it exists.

Storybuilding: Inhumanity - What inhumane things have your character done or been subjected too, if any? Elaborate upon the experience. Describe it in as much or as little detail as you’re comfortable with. Make us feel for them. Make us despite them for it. Additional Prompt - If the character in question is an outsider being forced to observe these inhumanities, or forced to partake in them, write about it. Have they been taken from their home and forced to be a slave? Have they been forced to observe something horrific that is seem as an everyday event in this strange new place? Make us feel for their experiences.

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Anything else? Just send a general prompt or inquiry!

Storybuilding and Worldbuilding ARENT CONFINED to these things, but these prompts will get you asking yourself the fun questions. Don’t be afraid to add your own prompts to this list! Don’t be afraid to remove prompts from this list that you just don’t want to deal with.Have a fun idea for a drabble? Recommend it! Have a weird question that hasn’t been asked yet? Ask away! Plenty of writers or artists LOVE to expand upon these things! Express interest and I promise you’ll find yourself getting a 20 page essay on the topic eventually.

[tattas-beloved-hat]

“i saw you fall into that spiky bush. are you hurt?”

— fate

"Yeah, I'm okay, just a scratch." -TK.

[thenicestthingiveseen]

3!

[pacisandpuzzles]

Little Logan: im the baby roach and Remus' is the papa roach and ummm... janus is the dada snake! Snakeys and roach are friends, right, Ro-ro?

Roman: ... I think snakes might eat a cockroach...?

Logan, staring up at Roman with big wet eyes, fearful: dada wanna eat me???

[mintawasalreadytaken]

opening up my ask box because why not

about to hit a little tumblr number milestone and thought "why not take some prompts?" so. for a limited time only, if you've got a prompt and want me to take a stab at it, send em my way.

[intrulogicalweek]

This is probably very much too late because I keep forgetti spaghetti but if not some more prompt suggestions: Teachers, Inventors/Invention, Bonding, Discovery?

You are not too late at all! These are lovely prompts! Thank you!!

[fuckyeah-dragrace]

Sashnetra!! 😫🫶

32. “Are you always this oblivious?”

to make up for the angst i put y'all through also @sweetestberryofthebunch this is my apology to you my lovely and beautiful business spouse <3<3

32. “Are you always this oblivious?”

Anetra didn’t know how she got here in the first place. One minute she was trying to keep her head up while listening to the most mind numbing lecture and the next, Kerri is dragging her down the hall to their dorm.

Apparently she made the mistake of mentioning she didn't have any plans for spring break and her roommate took that as a sign to drag her along with whatever she had planned.

"It'll be fun! I promise!" She smiled at her and how could Anetra say no.

That's how she ended up at some resort with Kerri, her girlfriend and her mother. It was by no means an awful visit, quite the opposite. The water was beautiful and they had a great view, not to mention the people staying at the hotel were hot too.

They'd gone out every night and even with the amount of people giving her looks and drinks, she'd end up back at the hotel in her room.

Kerri's mother, Sasha as she pushed everyone to call her was always back at the room, welcoming her in and asking about how the night went. She'd pat her back and give her some sort of comfort which made it better and worse as Anetra lay in bed staring at the ceiling.

One night, she decided to stay in and head down to the pool. No one was down there at that hour so the peace and quiet was welcomed. She kept a towel around herself as she opened the door. She sat down and sat down on the edge of the water, adjusting the strap of her bikini top.

She sank into the water and sighed, relaxing and closing her eyes. This was what she needed, not girls, not booze, just peace and quiet. She closed her eyes before hearing the door open. Mother fucker.

"Nice to see a familiar face down here." Her eyes snapped open and she craned her head to look at Sasha, standing in her own bikini and smiling at her. Her heart jumped into her throat as her whole body went hot all over, staring at her before snapping out of it.

"Miss Colby." She said with a tense smile. "I thought you were asleep."

"So did I. Something keeping you up, hun?" She asked in a sweet and curious tone, making Anetras head spin. Her green swim cover was draped around her shoulders, not at all covering her tanned at all.

“Uh just clearing my head. Been a long day.” She swallowed and turned her eyes away from her.

“You did look a little tense. Something on your mind?” Anetra could hear the footsteps behind her. The older woman moved and sat down on the edge of the pool. She dared to look over and nearly choked on her tongue.

All she could see was Sasha’s toned body, barely any of her body covered in her bikini. The fabric was holding back her bust, still allowing portions of her breasts to spill out.

“Just things you know.” She said nervously, scooting a little further from her. “Always worrying about something.”

“I know,” she chuckled, shifting closer to Anetra as her throat dried. “Kerri tells me how hard you work. It’s quite admirable, Anetra.”

Fuck. It felt so good hearing her say her name like that. She swallowed and dared to look over at her and instantly regretted. Sasha was smiling at her so sweetly and her body was right in front of her. Her eyes raked over the Brody hungrily before she snapped her head around, turning a deep scarlet.

“I’m so sorry, Miss Colby.” She rushed out. “I-I should go.”

“Honey, wait.” Sasha’s hand came to one of Anetras shoulders. The younger woman stilled and looked at her. Warm eyes and a gentle smile, holy shit. This wasn’t real. “It’s okay.”

“No it’s not. You’re my friends mom. I can’t look at you like how I was. Oh my good I’m awfu-“

She went silent as a warm hand cupped her chin tenderly. She must look like a fool for how wide her eyes were and how open her mouth was.

“Honey, are you always this oblivious?” She said in a syrupy sweet tone that made Anetras head spin and heart skip millions of beats. “I want you to look at me.”

She blinked a few times before responding. “What?”

“I’ve been trying to get your attention this whole trip but you’re a tough one.” She laughed, hand shifting to cup Anetras cheek.

She stammered for a moment. “Me? You want me?”

Sasha nodded, shifting closer and having her other hand rubbing over Anetras shoulder. “I do.”

Holy fucking shit. This wasn’t real, she had to be dreaming, she had to be. But Sasha’s hands stayed on her cheek and shoulder and she could smell her sweet perfume. She locked eyes with her and finally spoke out the one thing she’s been thinking this entire trip.

“Kiss me.”

Sasha grinned and her nails brushed against Anetras cheek, sending shivers down her spine. “With pleasure baby.” She leaned down and connected her lips and it was so much better than anything either of them imagined.