#ooooo this is a good prompt

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agonizingly demotivated. 2 chapters of a long fic done but it’s touching on a difficult topic for me to write about now so just. Urghhhhhhh.

[writeroutoftime]

our family

pairing: tyler owens x fem!reader (requested by: @piratejakesgf)

summary: it's the first morning tyler is going back to storm chasing after the birth of your daughter and he finds he needs some reassurances in the nursey.

warnings: none (though not proofread lol)

words: 0.7k

a/n: oh my goodness, thank you for this request!! it was so sweet and fun to write! imagining this man as a father truly made me swoon! please enjoy!! 💕

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The sun slowly began peaking over the skyline - a gentle nudge to those still asleep that morning was soon arriving. Not included in that group was Tyler Owens. Instead, he stood in the baby pink nursey, staring down in the crib at his seven-month-old daughter. His finger stroked over her soft cheek, memorizing every breath she took.

Tyler thought the moment he met and fell for you that his life was changed forever. But it changed all over ago seven months ago when he held his daughter for the first time. It was then that he knew nothing in his life was more important than being there for his two girls.

He could feel the anxiety building in his body the longer he stood and simply watched. Tyler knew that eventually he was going to have to tear himself away from her, from you, and get back out to chasing. And dep down, he truly was excited. To be back with his team, doing what he loved. But it all felt so much more complicated now.

He went through a similar spiral once 'I love you's' were shared between each other. It was so easy to go out in the middle of a damn tornado when there was no one waiting for him. And now there were two people who would be waiting to for him to make it home safely.

So wrapped up in his thoughts, Tyler didn't hear you shuffle into the nursey. It was only when you wrapped your arms around his frame and pressed your cheek against his sturdy back that he found himself relaxing the tiniest bit.

"Morning, darling." he whispered, letting go of the crib railings in favor of grasping your hands with his.

Your response of incoherent mumbles brought a much-needed smile to his face. Carefully, he untangled your limbs and turned you until your sleepy face met his green eyes. He titled his head forward so his forehead could rest against yours, soaking in this quiet moment.

"How you feeling today, cowboy?" you whispered, not wanting to shatter the bubble that encompassed you both.

Tyler sighed and stepped back so he could pull you into his chest. "I, I don't know if I'm being honest." he confessed. "Don't get me wrong, I'm excited to be back out with the team again, but..."

"But?" you prompted, offering Tyler a space to just think and talk with zero judgments.

"But, I also don't want to leave the two of you. I mean what if something happens here while I'm gone? O-or what if something happens to me while I'm out there?"

You took a moment to carefully craft your response. "I can't say that I won't be worried while you're out there. But that's nothing new. I know you're going to do everything in your power to come home to me - to us." you said, your voice firm.

"Of course I will." Tyler vowed

"Well, we'll be waiting for you when you come home. And that'll just mean the reunion is that much sweeter." you told him with a sly smile.

Greedily, you pushed forward until your lips met Tyler's chapped ones. He responded immediately and held you impossibly tighter. The kiss was long and full of passion, both of you expressing everything that couldn't be said. Love, passion, and promises of more early morning kisses to come.

You eventually pull away and swayed slightly in the nursey as Tyler still held you tightly. Though he felt more relaxed, you could tell there was something he was holding back. As gently as you could, you grasped his chin in your fingers and forced him to look at you.

"And, when you come back home, if it still doesn't feel right - we'll figure it out. We're always here for you, whatever it is you're going to do."

Tyler nodded, teeth caught on his lips as he tried to hold back his tears. "What would I do without you both?" he asked with a small laugh. And when he got into his truck and turned back to see you and your daughter waving goodbye to him, he knew he'd make it back to you whatever mother nature threw his way.

[everybodyshusband]

ooooo husband requests back on??? count me in!!! if you'd find it in yourself, I'd love to see some sappy swissalps in your style, whatever comes to mind!!! and take your time :3

fuck yeah, husband requests back on !!!! sappy, morning routine swissalps coming right up <3

(divder by @wrathofrats)

Swiss stretches and groans as he wakes, rubbing his eyes to rid them of sleep and popping his back as well as he can against the soft mattress. A muffled whine at his side prompts the multi ghoul to turn his head to the right and he feels his expression melt into something that can only be described as unrestrained adoration at the sight of the sleepy earth ghoul lying next to him.

Swiss shifts himself over a little closer, melting against the warmth of Mountain's body heat and murmuring a soft "Mornin' sapling" against his shoulder, making sure to kiss the freckled skin afterwards for good measure.

The earth ghoul's only response is to whine tiredly and roll over to face the other direction, pulling the covers up to his ears and burrowing his face even deeper into his pillow. Swiss can't blame him for not wanting to wake up just yet, the two of them were up late last night, and as much as Swiss longs to stay in bed with his love for a while longer, the few sparks of fire element that run through his veins are calling out to him this morning, flickering to life alongside the dawn of this new day and urging him to get up, get moving.

He groans again as he hauls himself out of bed—softer this time, lest he wake his tired mate again—and pads over to the ensuite bathroom of their shared room. The multi ghoul splashes his face with water to help wake himself up, swishes a mouthful or two of water around in his mouth and gives his appearance a once-over in the mirror for good measure. Once satisfied with the general tousled-ness of his hair and his singlet top and boxers are deemed appropriate enough for this early hour (when any of the pack who do happen to be up and about will barely be awake enough to register his state of undress), Swiss makes his way out of the bathroom and into the ghouls' kitchen. He pauses only for a moment on his way out of the room, taking the time to smile down at his mate and press a gentle kiss to the earth ghoul's head—the only part of his body that's visible underneath all of his blankets.

As it usually is at this hour, the kitchen and the rest of the common areas lie empty, the rest of the pack choosing to stay curled up around each other for a while longer while Swiss sets about organising everything for breakfast. On a typical day, breakfast is a team effort between himself and Mountain and the system works a treat. While the earth ghoul gets his extra hour or so of sleep, Swiss connects his phone to the speaker resting on the bench and loses himself in the music as he busies himself with mixing up batter for pancakes, cutting up fruit for toppings and setting the table out with bread, condiments and all manner of cereals. He loves his pack and he's always been adamant that they all deserve options for their breakfast. Of course, the most important task, at least in Swiss' eyes, is setting the caffettiera onto the stove to get the morning's coffee brewing for all those who drink it.

Predictably, the smell of brewing coffee is enough to rouse both Mountain and Dewdrop from their respective slumbers. Dew is the first to appear and Swiss doesn't hesitate to pour out the fire ghoul's morning coffee and leaving it on the bench for him as the multi ghoul continues to cut up the pile of fruit in front of him. Dewdrop takes the cup and wordlessly nods his thanks before disappearing into the common room, no doubt curling himself under a blanket and settling down to enjoy the coffee, paired with his latest loan from the Abbey's library.

As predicted, Mountain appears next, just as Swiss is humming along to the song playing from the speaker and wiggling his body in time with the music. As he makes his way through the fruit, he feels the earth ghoul's strong arms wrap around his waist and a head rest against his shoulder.

"You look like you're having fun," Mountain muses, turning his head to press a kiss to Swiss' bare shoulder, a mirror of what the multi ghoul had done to him barely an hour before.

"Always," Swiss grins. "Coffee?"

"Please."

It takes Swiss less than a minute to make the earth ghoul's coffee. After all these years making everyone's drinks, he's gotten surprisingly quick, he's pretty sure Dew and Cumulus have a spreadsheet detailing his progress in the speed of his coffee making. He slides Mountain his drink and leans in to sneak a quick kiss before the earth ghoul takes a sip. Mountain deepens the kiss but it remains chaste, a lazy thing that has warmth spreading from the place they're connected all the way to the tips of his fingers.

"I didn't get a kiss with my coffee," Dew jokes, smirking as both ghouls spring apart in surprise from his sudden interjection as he enters the kitchen to rinse his mug out and deposit it next to the sink.

"Shut up, Dew," Swiss complains good-naturedly, shoving at the fire ghoul as he walks back past him and Mountain, still smirking even as he rounds the corner into the common room again.

"Don't listen to him," Mountain reassures. "I think we're cute." He leans forward slowly to capture Swiss in yet another soft, all-consuming kiss, his coffee and the multi ghoul's fruit entirely forgotten.

But just before their lips can touch, they're interrupted once again by none other than Dewdrop himself, although this time, he's shouting from his spot on the sofa rather than accosting them directly. "For Satan's sake, stop flirting in there, some of us are fucking starving!"

The two ghouls stare at each other for a second or two before bursting into laughter. Swiss shakes his head at his packmate's antics and moves away from Mountain to let the earth ghoul begin cooking the pancakes as he arranges the cold food to be set out on the table. As Swiss pulls away, Mountain's tail wraps around his own, squeezing lightly a few times, a declaration of his love for the multi ghoul that even Dewdrop can't interrupt.

[mrs-barnes-rogers-writes]

Our Lost Girl, Our Babydoll - Part 3

Marvel AU

Pairing: Alpha Steve Rogers x Omega Reader x Alpha Bucky Barnes

Theme: A/B/O

Summary: A bookshop and a spilled coffee leads you to Clint. He leads you to Natasha, and you lead them both to your best friend Darcy. They try to introduce you to Bucky and Steve but you're full of excuses and Irish goodbyes. Until Bucky catches your scent on Natasha and he's sliding in your DM's and offering to help pack up Darcy's apartment. Steve wants to give their bookworm the world and your Irish goodbyes won't slip passed him, because his eyes never leave you. But what's giving you the lost look in your eyes?

Chapter Summary: It's time for the reader to meet Bucky.

Darcy and Natasha both went to speak but were stopped by the main door to the apartment block opening. Thankfully it was Maria and not overexcited alphas.

“Hey, I’m sorry but a certain two alphas are getting a little worked up. I’ve just had to explain girl talk.”

You brushed yourself down, ridding yourself of danish crumbs as you stood up.

“Let’s back some boxes shall we!” You said, false excitement in your voice.

“Hang on, finish what you were saying.” Nat prompted.

“There’s nothing else to say, my body isn’t happy that’s it.”

“How bad is it? The suppressant sickness?” Asked Darcy. Maria’s eyes went wide and she tried to discreetly take in your scent but couldn’t get passed the blocker on your neck.

“Honestly, don’t worry about it.” And you dipped passed Maria in the doorway.

“It’s bad, isn’t it?” Darcy asked Natasha.

“I’m not sure.”

“I can’t get passed the blocker.” Maria whispered as they followed you.

“I can hear you all you know. Let it go or I’ll go home and take the tape guns with me.” You called behind you.

“Ooooo I’m terrified.” Nat snorted as she caught up with you. “Just to warn you, they are both here and Barnes has been pacing.”

“I know, I can smell them both.”

Maria raised an eyebrow and glanced at Natasha. You wearing a blocker and so were they but you could still smell each other. Natasha smirked back at Maria knowingly. You weren’t just a good match. You were a perfect match. Maria rolled her eyes back at Natasha. It was sickening annoying when she was right, especially when it was her matchmaking skills.

You’re making idle chitchat about packing boxes and how much they’ve done so far, when you stop abruptly on the stairs, a route you’ve taken over the elevator to buy some time. A whiff of what you could only decide as deliciousness finds your nose. A whine starts in your throat and you slam your hand over your mouth to stop it coming out. You hear a door open and footsteps, that also seem to stop abruptly. The silence is followed by a deep pur and your eyes follow the sound. Looking up the next flight of stairs your eyes lock with the alpha, who’s now peering over the bannister back at you. Blue-grey eyes lock with yours and a wash of warmth glides over you.

Bucky.

You try to control your omega urges but it’s a poor fight when your perfect match is standing there. Your legs feel unsteady and you grip the bannister to balance yourself. You find yourself gravitating up the stairs and towards the alpha. Your eyes scanning him as you do. His shoulders are broad and you can almost feel the strength radiating from him. The red Henley stretches around his biceps, just as his jeans do around his thighs. You glance at his neck, your omega urges still leading and wanting to check his mark, even though you knew he was unmated. He tilted his head so you could fully see it. Bare, besides the scent blocker over it. He smirked at you and purred again and glanced at your bonding mark. You moved your hair and pulled at your clothes so he could see yours in return. He smiled softly when he saw yours was also bare about from the blocker.

It didn’t slip by the others observing from the stairs that you had shown him the opposite mark to the one you’d shown Steve weeks earlier.

Before you realise what’s happened your toe to toe at the top of the stairs. You feel yourself abruptly come back to your senses and your eyes go wide when your chest to chest with one of your matches. Your nose picks up the other is nearby.

“Oh.” Is all the comes out of your mouth as you go to take a step back, forgetting your at the top of the stairs. You almost lose your footing and Bucky is quick to grab you, an arm around your waist as he pulls you into him.

Your eyes meet his as you let out a gasp.

“Hey Babydoll.”

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Prompt 29 - Fancy

@jegulus-microfic January 29 Word count 1000

Previous part First Part

Six months later

He’d met Lily through Remus. Apparently, she’d offered him a piece of chocolate on her first day at work, and now she was his best friend. 

Sirius and Remus had decided to play matchmakers and set them up.

He liked her a lot. She was intelligent, feisty, funny, and she didn’t take anyone’s shit. He’d made it abundantly clear that he didn’t want anything serious. So they’d agreed to keep it casual, even though Lily slept over. A lot. 

Another new addition to James’s life was an adorable black cat named Leo. Sirius had gone with him to the rescue centre, and James had known the second he saw the runty little kitten that he was the one. 

Leo had settled in quickly, taking over the house. And for such a little guy, he didn’t half grow. Sirius’s puppy, Procyon. Named because she always rose before Sirius. — Lovingly nicknamed Cece,— let Leo walk all over her. She’d been bigger than him, but now he towered over her. Remus had only agreed to get a dog if it was a small one after he’d caught Sirius looking at pictures of Burmese Mountain Dogs and St.Bernards. So Cece the Yorkshire terrier became part of the family.

Lily came clattering down the stairs as James was booting his computer up. 

“Hey, you coming over tonight?” He asked her as she was shoving her feet into her shoes. 

“Yeah, I think so. Nothing else planned.” She told him absentmindedly as she looked for her keys. 

“Gee, thanks,” She rolled her eyes at him and slapped a kiss on his face. 

“See ya later, sexy.” She called behind her as she raced from the house. 

He liked her a lot, but she wasn’t him.

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Regulus was doing surprisingly well at his new job. His boss, while a bit insane, was nice enough. He’d made sure Regulus had everything he needed and checked in weekly.

“Hey,’ Barty poked his head around Regulus’s office door.

“Hi,” Regulus replied, finishing typing before looking up from his computer. 

“You got a minute?” Barty looked nervous. Regulus didn’t think he’d ever seen him like that. Not even when they’d messed up a deadline, and the head boss had come down for a ‘discussion’. 

“Yeah, sure. What’s going on?” Barty had Regulus’s full attention now. 

“You can absolutely say no, and I’m aware that this is not the time or place to be doing this. Please don’t report me to HR. But would you like to go on a date with me this evening? I’m paying.” He added. His cocky smile seemed a bit forced, and Regulus could see a few beads of sweat gathering on his forehead. 

Regulus was shocked. He hadn’t seen this coming at all. But he couldn’t deny that Barty was an extremely handsome man. 

“Yeah, okay. You can pick me up at 7. My address is in my personnel file. I’m sure after this, you’ll have no problem looking through it.” He quirked his eyebrow in a way he hadn’t done in months as a smirk played at the corners of his mouth. 

“Ooooo, I like it when they’re demanding. See you at 7,” He raked his eyes over Regulus. “Wear something sexy.” He winked before he disappeared back onto the office floor. He was back before Regulus could start typing again. 

“Erm—Seriously though, please don’t tell Glenda in HR. I already have two strikes, and she’s got it in for me.” 

“You got it,” Regulus had to chew his cheeks so he didn’t laugh. 

“Good. Now get back to work.” Barty’s boss voice was back in place. He winked again before leaving. 

“Yes, boss.” Regulus snorted.

 He focused on finishing the report he’d been working on before he let his thoughts turn to James.   

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His phone buzzed, ‘Unknown Number’ flashed on the screen. It was 3:30 am. He answered it anyway. 

“Hello?” He listened for a reply, but there was just static and maybe breathing. He wasn’t sure. “For fucks sake.” He groaned into the phone. “Why do these stupid automated calls have to do it so early in the—”

“James,” He felt his heart stutter. He knew that voice. 

“Reg?”

“Hi,” Another stutter.

“Hi’” A pause.

“I went on a date tonight with my boss,” Regulus’s confession came out in a blur. 

“Oh,” James felt the hope in his chest drain. Why, after all this time, was Regulus calling him? And to add insult to injury, calling him to tell him he’d been on a date!

“James?” 

“Yeah, Reg?” He pinched the bridge of his nose, uncertain if he wanted to hear what came next. 

“I miss you.” James froze. It took him a second to reply.

“I miss you too.” His voice came thick with emotion. 

James turned to look guiltily at the sleeping redhead in his bed. He quietly got up and went downstairs to his office.

“James, you still there?” Regulus’s voice whispered down the phone.

“Yeah, I’m here. Sorry, I had to go downstairs.” He wasn’t sure how much Regulus knew of his life, and he couldn’t bring himself to tell him. 

“Oh, crap, is Lily there? I’m so sorry, James. I shouldn’t have rung. I’ll- I’ll leave you alone.” Apparently, he knew a lot bloody Sirius and his big mouth.  

“Reg! Reg, wait! Reg, you still there?” He gasped into the phone, panicked. 

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m still here.” Came the reply. James let out a sigh of relief. Leo wandered into the office and brushed against James’s legs before jumping into his lap. James’s hand automatically raised to stroke him. 

“Did he take you anywhere nice?” He wanted to get off the subject of Lily and panicked. 

“Yeah, it was really fancy. Like what my parents used to drag me and Sirius to.” 

“What did you have?” It was easier than he’d thought it would be talking for the first time since their break up.

“James?”

“Yeah, Reg.”

“I want to come home.”

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[the-s1lly-corner]

can u do tadc cast (or probably just a few bc this prompt isn’t very creative) x a reader who looks like the player from animal crossing? ball hands,,, maybe weirdly good at crafting things,, gets stung by bees sometimes mayhaps. Maybe they speak animalese and nobody ever knows what they’re saying LMAO

TADC cast x reader whos like an animal crossing player!

depending on what time it is when i finish writing this, i think imma take a short break to stretch my legs and make something YAHOO!! hope you enjoy this anon!! this reminds me, i cleared out my island by making it totally flat... but i never actually... got to decorating it... huh.... commitment is scary, guys

CAINE:

i think as a funny haha gag thing, how funny would it be if he could actually understand you. like you cant talk, and the noise youre limited to is to your "emotes", but somehow someway for some reason, caine can understand you... genuinely impressed by your crafting and even sometimes asks you to make random things just to see if you can make it! expect some really odd and random requests! not at all phased that you can pick things up with your weird orb hands, hes used to the digital world and its weirdness... thinks...

POMNI:

hey at least theres someone the same height as her in this place...!/hj

tries hard to understand your funky emotes and body language but shes at a loss... i mean at least you can still pick stuff up and try to write, so at theres some method of commutating asides from simply trying to learn how to read you! though, she is a bit unnerved by your silence and how your face is mostly stagnant when you arent.... emoting.. a static smile can get a little unnerving when youre standing next to the person and understand thats its a real person.. you know?

a little confused on how you can just pull things out from thin air, but does admit that it can be useful... has probably tried to ask you to make an exit out of desperation because hey if anyone can make one it would be you so whats the harm in trying (my girl is losing it)

RAGATHA:

i think you guys bond over the crafting; since ragatha makes stuff too, like pillows and clothing and plushies and the like! sure you guys may not be making the exact same things, but you both create and thats enough to bring you two together! doesnt mind that you cant talk, in fact i think after the chaos of a day in the digital circus she embraces the calmness around you... scolds you for constantly being stung by bees, though... though she tries not to be too mean or harsh since its not like youre trying to get stung on purpose... but please just be careful... she worries about you, afterall!

honestly ragatha doesnt have individual fingers, so the fact you can function with balls hands doesnt phase her

JAX:

really touching on the fact you have an inventory that you can hide stuff in i think he would slide you things to hide for him; especially its hes going a "imma do something to someone as a prank then run and use you to hide the evidence" ... you know usual jax antics where he tries to get the reader to help him with his trickery. whether or not you actually aid him is totally up to you. probably makes fun of your short height and the fact youre always getting stung. probably points and laughs when he watches you run around while literally being chased by a swarm. promptly screams when you make a run towards him, thus bringing the bees to him. you have probably bopped him with your net after he says something particularly not-nice, me thinks... or maybe you just dont like him and youre constantly bopping him, i mean i do enjoy it when the reader doesnt like a character but you can easily ignore this little aside if you want this to be a friendship or romance!

KINGER:

OOOOO imagine you come with the basic ring/inventory of tools (net, shovel, watering can, fishing rod, ect) and you can just pull it out of no where.... oooooouuugh imagine taking your net out around him and (wordlessly) offering to go look for bugs with him,.. kind of panics when you get stung by the digital bees; probably helps you patch up... honestly i think given that kinger is all about bugs, i think its a safe bet he would know how to treat bites and stings... so hes your man if youre really bad about avoiding bees and the like! can see tropes that trope where like "whats that? little timmys stuck in the well?? (but thats not what you said/meant)" because youre like emoting and trying to direct his attention somewhere but he gets it. so totally wrong and commits to it before you can stop him. i just think thats funny

ZOOBLE:

thinks youre... odd. though... imagine you can change up your style and appearance by simple interacting with a mirror and wardrobe. i think they would think thats cool, that you can just... do that... zooble has to rip their body parts off (sounds way worse than it actually is, LMAO). probably gives you this look when you walk into the tent to show that once again, youve been attacked by a swarm of bees.... how do they always only sting your left eye...? is that just how your digital body shows the injury, or do they just... no nevermind, theyre just going to give out a sigh before taking you to caine or kinger for medicine. definitely gets onto you for constantly messing with the digital bees, though...

GANGLE:

honestly between all the characters i can easily see her being an animal crossing fan... and while she may not remember all of her old life, i like to think that subconsciously she would recognize you for what your digital body is intimidating... bonus if in the real world animal crossing was her comfort, so naturally, she instinctively finds comfort in you even if she cant totally pin point it... though, she has trouble understanding you outside of your emotes... but even then when you do an angry stamp or shed tears she cant quite pinpoint why youre upset... oooo please make her an art easel! i think that would be a great gift for her and she will be absolutely over the moon!

[ssa-atlas-alvez]

random question but i'd love to know ur thoughts on this !

do u think luke is the always cold, or always warm kind of person?

like would he need you as a personal heater or would he be your personal heater 🤭🤭??

either way, i think both would great reasons to cuddle him, esp if ur warmer cuz i'd feel like he'd take advantage of that fact as an excuse to cuddle with you even more 🫠

Ooooo

Okay okay, my instinct is he runs hot.

he's always overheating

he gets too hot when he's sleeping and ends up starfish on top of the covers (you're always cold at night so you're not complaining)

even in winter he's boiling but wears a jacket even if he's hot because then when you're cold he can give it to you

he thinks you look adorable in his jackets, hoodies, coats, etc

he wears shorts around the house (again, no complaints from you, you think he's got good legs)

he always complains the heating is too high while you're shivering in the corner

this prompts him to get a blanket for you

which leads to cuddling

which leads to a movie night

so you don't complain about that one either

you hate it when he gets out of bed in the morning because the bed always gets colder without your personal heater

he always laughs when you complain about that

and then he makes you breakfast as an apology

[factual-fantasy]

28 ASKS! THANKS A BUNCH!! 🥰🌊

f...FANK YOIU SO MYUCH!!! 🥰💖💖💖

My cookies can eat and drink :0 but that's mostly becuase I imagine my cookies as more.. people than cookies <XD

Ah, I'm afraid I cannot help you there. I seem to be physically incapable of explaining how I draw things. I've made some hand/art tutorials in the past but I just cant seem to explain myself well-

It boils down to: "Well.. I just, draw it. And uh.. if it looks kind'a off? Draw it a little differently. And if it still looks off.. then uh.. just draw it again, until it looks right." <XDD Not really helpful.. sorry!..

Also thank you so much!! :DD Your compliments mean the world!! 💖

@a-manicured-lawn

ALKSF XDD That sounds great, I'll keep that in mind! :}

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XD It sure is!

That is a good idea! I'll have to keep this in mind! :0 ..Though I do love receiving asks.. 🥺

@headspace-tales

XDD I've been told that Jangles looks like Papyrus, they might fight right in!

Oooo that's a good idea! I might have to try that! :00

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ALKJSWDJ XDD I'm glad you liked it!! :DD

Probably like warm canned tuna fish spread across a gingerbread cookie XDD

I'm unfamiliar with the world of happy tree friends.. is it safe there? If so, sure they'll stay! :D

That condition was tacked on last minute.. I haven't put much thought into it.. but I'm sure situations like that are very possible :00 I'll have to think more on it! :oo

Can they do that?? Man, Tuna could really use that- <XD

I don't know.. do they? :0

AHEMMM AHEHEMMMMM... THAN K YIOIUUU!!!💖💖💖

SKSAJS IT PROBABLY IS XDD

Aww!! 🥰💖🥰

TERROR!! XDD

I'm not sure.. idk how more cookies in the game are made- <XD

I'm not sure.. I assume a world made of candy would be rather normal to them..? :0

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SKJJDJKSLV XDD

YOOO THATS GENIUS!!

@beryl-shade

I would assume negative.. since a real cookie jar is a bunch of cookies kept "sealed" away in a jar. Its probably the equivalent of a prison to them! :00

My interests come and go. We're bound to see more of it someday, :o

THE NINTENDO SWITCH???

Thank you XDD I hope it works!

ooooo good question! :00

Its rare that Seafoam gets really stressed or overwhelmed. Its the mark of a good Captain to keep his cool when under pressure. But if there comes a time where his stress is high and he cant get away from the situation, he probably seeks out Octo for help. Getting him to take over so that he can step away or just to help him in general. In which Octo is always willing to help.

Octo is the same as Seafoam. Really good under pressure and rarely gets overwhelmed. But just like Seafoam, if things get to be too much he would seek out Seafoam for help. Maybe even getting Seafoam to take control so can get a few minutes to himself.

Red probably gets stressed a lot, the poor kid :< He just runs to Coco, Seafoam, Blue or even Octo if he can. Just the nearest parental/protective figure that can resolve the situation for him <XD

I can see Blue diving deeper or swimming out a ways from the ship when stressed. The whale equivalent of taking a walk <XD

Cuttlefish probably uses her powers to slip out of any situation and find a quiet space to calm down. Removing herself from the situation usually fixes her up pretty quick. Spider crab is the same, just going to find a space alone where he can calm himself down. Usually by taking deep breaths and soaking up the quiet.

Urchin, Louis, Coco, Tuna and Ellie probably would all just find a way to leave the situation to go pace and rant when stressed. Even if they have to make a scene in order to leave.

I can see Pinwheel fleeing to Seafoam whenever something becomes too much to handle. Getting him to step in and help her, though she might not fully leave the situation. Since Seafoam provides her comfort, she might hover nearby while Seafoam resolves the situation for her.. 🥺

(Also thank you for the ask/prompt! Was very tasty😋)

@artistmad (Post in question)

:DD Thank you so much! I'm glad you liked it! XDD

[hufflefluff-stuff]

102 is quite a line 👀

Maybe an Ominis line 👀

tho I'm lost on a scenario, you got free reign on that!

Ooooo yes!! This reminds me of some angsty audio I heard on tiktok with Ominis saying "it's rotten work [about himself]" and MC replying "not to me" so that's the vibe we're going for.

MAJOR spoilers for endgame stuff ahead!

102) "I am damaged."

[Request more Angst/Horror prompts here!]

........

"I am damaged..."

That's the first thing you heard Ominis mutter to himself when he thought he was all alone in the Undercroft.

He hadn't realized you were there as well, quietly studying your books and trying to feel like a normal student for once.

Ever since you attended Hogwarts as a late bloomer, things were anything but normal from the get-go.

After saving the school (and more or less the entire wizarding world) from certain doom at the hands of Ranrok and Rookwood, you hoped to end this year on the best note possible. It was hard given all of the friends you've lost along the way, but a lot of good came out of it, too.

Ominis was one such example. Despite the rocky start you both had when he caught you sneaking out of the Undercroft that fateful day, you managed to make amends and grow closer together.

You never thought that same snobby blind boy who threatened to report you to the headmaster would be the one to confess his feelings for you.

It was in the days following you winning the house cup for [House], and when you finally had a moment alone to talk to him, he finally made his move. His way of courting you was so sweet and eloquent--fitting for the Slytherin from such a privileged class.

Of course other students had eyes for you, too, but Ominis loved you for who you are and not for your ancient magic and reputation as a "hero". Going on different adventures with you and Sebastian made him realize what kind of person you truly were:

An unreliable "acquaintance" of his best friend who reeked of distrust in the beginning, turned to a kind person who was always by his side through thick and thin in the end.

Now that you two have officially become a couple, you managed to coax him into accompanying you on more excursions both inside and outside of the castle.

Although he couldn't see the beauty of the world and all its magical creatures, you described it to him how ever you could--whether it's a Thestral resting underneath the ribcage of some enormous beast's skeleton, or the charred corpse of a spider you've just slain with Incendio. He loved how you spoke of them regardless of the scenario.

On top of that, you've taken up to helping more people in the local hamlets and villages, with Ominis reassuring them that he's not some cruel and mean Slytherin from the Gaunt family, and that he genuinely cared for their concerns.

However...your latest mission ultimately had taken a turn for the worst, and you had some serious regrets on taking your boyfriend along for the ride.

It seemed to be just like any other poacher camp you've shutdown. But the locals informed you that this one in particular was in charge of trafficking beast skins...or selling beasts to butchers.

You urged Ominis to discreetly free the creatures from their cages, taking out the nearby guards with Petrificus Totalus, while you ambushed the poachers on the other side of the camping grounds. But you both failed to realize that some of Rookwood's goons were among their midst, seeking to avenge him and make it very clear that you'll never be safe again.

He had every intention to murder you; you were just protecting yourself against his Killing Curse, though of course his gang wouldn't understand that. They just saw you and began throwing whatever spell they had at their disposal.

You took most of them down with ease, while Ominis finished freeing the last purple toad and rushed to assist you in the fight.

But then he stopped upon hearing three distinct things that would forever haunt him: A dark wizard shouting "Crucio", the sparks of electricity crackling in the air...

And your brief, yet painful, screams.

Despite his wand detecting only you and the one ashwinder casting the curse, he was frozen on the spot, unable to bring himself to move forward and save you. It was like somebody had casted Petrificus Totalus on him.

He could have taken them out right away, but...he was terrified.

Suddenly he felt like he was back in the Slytherin Scriptorium, where Sebastian had to cast the same curse on you in order to proceed forward--something Ominis had tried in vain to protest against.

He knew he wasn't there, it was all in his mind, yet all he could think about were your screams.

Then he thought about the screams of those innocent muggles he watched his family torture...before he remembered his own screams after they tortured him for refusing to use the curse, not giving up until he finally relented.

The rest of that moment was a blur, but at some point you managed to yank out a Mandrake from your bag and stun the ashwinder long enough to use Expelliarmus and lacerate their legs with Diffindo.

While that shrieking plant made Ominis briefly deaf, too, it snapped him out of his trance, bringing him back to reality as you rushed over to him. You fled the campsite together on Highwing's back, drinking some wiggenweld on your way back to the castle, not speaking until you were safely on schoolgrounds.

That all happened yesterday...and he was still quite distressed. He didn't seem comfortable talking about those events too much, and you couldn't blame him. So you left it be, apologizing for the stress you caused, and tried making it up to him with a trip into Hogsmede.

However, this morning you didn't find him in the Great Hall or anywhere in the Slytherin Section. Not even Sebastian knew of his whereabouts, assuming you "lost" him; fortunately there weren't many places that your boyfriend frequented.

The Undercroft was your next best guess.

Yet it was empty when you arrived, much to your annoyance.

You figured Ominis will eventually turn up here, so you transfigured a sofa out of some pile of armor and decided to catch up on your studies. But obviously it was hard to focus on the texts when all you could think about was him..

At some point he finally arrived, and you nearly jumped up to ask where the hell he's been...until he started mumbling rather concerning things to himself, apparently unaware of your presence.

Then you noticed he didn't have his wand in-hand, feeling the walls and eventually sitting down on the floor, leaning against one and curling up. He certainly knew the Undercroft's layout well enough to not need it constantly, but his behavior was still extremely concerning.

Especially his remark about being "damaged", which had you gravely worried about his physical well-being.

"Ominis, what do you mean by "damaged"? Are you hurt?"

"MC..?! Oh, Merlin..d-didn't realize you were here." Although startled at first, he quickly calmed down upon hearing your voice and approaching footsteps. "I'm alright. I was just...th-thinking up some poetry. You know, Thakkar has been giving me some really good advice-"

"Wow, you're a worse liar than I ever was," you chuckled lightly, kneeling down in front of him. "You know he's away on a family trip, right?"

"......."

"....Ominis?"

His silence worried you greatly, especially as he suddenly hid his face in his arms, now unwilling to look at you for some reason.

"If you wanna hide from me, love, Disillusionment is more-"

"D-Do...I even deserve to be called that anymore?" He mumbled in a trembling voice that made your stomach sink.

"....huh? Of course you do." Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "What's going on? You can be honest with me. If...I did something to upset you recently, I'm sorry-"

"No. You...d-don't have to be sorry about anything. It's me who should be the sorry one."

"Darling, what do you mean-?"

"Stop. Please. I-I think the proper term is "bloody stinking coward". I could have stopped that ashwinder f-from using the Cruciatus Curse...he was right there and I could have done something! But I didn't!" Ominis began to ramble, unable to stop his voice from shaking and rising in volume. "I-I stood there like a bumbling half-witted mooncalf wh-while he tortured you!"

You frowned slightly, gently setting your hands on his arms as you finally understood why he was so distraught. "Ominis, you were occupied in freeing all those beasts. You can't be in two places at once, and I'm not angry at you for that. And besides, the curse didn't hurt me badly this time. I know it scares you, but...."

However you trailed off as he lifted his head, and your heart cracked in two upon seeing the tears streaking down his face like rivers of salt water.

Only now did you realize what he meant by feeling "damaged"---and it wasn't in the physical sense. But the emotional.

"That's exactly my problem...I was too scared to do anything." He shuddered. "Wh-Who just stands by and...and lets their fears of the past consume them?! And nearly gets the love of their life killed because of it?!! That's something only a broken person does, MC...someone who's far too damaged t-to stand up for-"

"Don't say that. Nothing about you is "broken" or "damaged"." You pulled him into your arms, feeling him fall completely limp against you. "You are the furthest thing from either of those."

For a few moments, he was silent as he absorbed your words. But when he tried to respond, all that came from his lips was something between a gasp and a loud sob. He choked out an apology for losing his composure so quickly, though you just hushed him.

"Shhhh, it's okay." You held him tighter than ever, keeping one hand on the back of his head. ''Just let it all out. I'm not going anywhere, my love. And I mean that..I still love you."

With trembling hands, Ominis grasped onto your cloak, tears soaking into your shoulder as he allowed all of his emotions to spill. His sobs echoed freely in the Undercroft, not caring about anything anymore; not even if Sebastian were to walk in right now.

After all that's happened this year, it was just too much for him to keep locked inside: he lost his oldest friend to the Dark Arts, Anne was likely never going to reach out to him again....all that he really had left was you.

Yet he felt like none of his experiences made him any stronger, unlike you--who also lost so much and, at the same time, gained great powers that allowed you to protect those dearest to you.

But who would be there to protect you?

That's where Ominis came into the picture, wanting to fight for you after everything you've done to save Hogwarts. His worst fear was losing you forever anytime you went off on a dangerous mission. So he actually insisted on going out with you more often to put his mind at ease..plus he wanted to be sure you're not doing something too reckless.

But if he was only going to freeze up every time some dark wizard merely spoke the incantation of a certain Unforgivable....then how could he ever hope to save you when you needed him most?

He felt pathetic and useless, essentially forcing you to figure out how to escape that situation yourself while he stood there like some idiot.

What if you didn't conveniently have a Mandrake tucked in your bag? What if you had been in too much pain to grab it?

What then?

At that point, he felt like he was too broken to be with someone as strong as you. This relationship was done for, he believed, and sooner or later you'd grow tired of his cowardice and resent him for not stepping in.

He thought you were going to break it off for sure now that you see how "difficult" he was being.

But that was far from the truth. You didn't shun him or demand an explanation for why he acted the way he did. Instead you let him cry in your arms--something that no one in his life offered when he was at his lowest--staying here in this safe haven together and reaffirming your love for him.

He didn't know whether to feel grateful or selfish.

"I-I tried, MC..I..I really tried to help you." He wept, his face now buried in your neck. "But I guess I'm...just doomed to hurt everyone around me. That's all I'm good at."

"You're not doomed to live that way, Ominis. You haven't hurt me at all, and I know damn well you'd never hurt anybody on purpose."

"Really? T-Tell that to my family...we were monsters who tortured and killed muggles for fun-"

"They did that for fun, not you. You're not a monster like them. I know this because you refused to follow in their footsteps. And by Merlin, I'm glad you were a stubborn child..even after all they put you through." You softly spoke, kissing his head as you felt his arms tighten their hold around you. "All I see now is someone who's even stronger than them, with a good heart that would've won him a spot in Gryffindor for sure."

"....w-with Prewett, Weasley, and all those twits? I don't think so.." He chuckled lightly, sniffling as he rested his head on your shoulder and fell quiet. He felt a lot calmer than before, sighing tiredly. "..I'm sorry. I-It was never my intention to burden you with this, love. You already deal with so much. I just wish I...could've been just a bit stronger for you."

"Don't worry about me, okay?" You smiled. Even though he couldn't see it, you hoped he'd at least imagine it. "I saw how sneaky you were around those poachers. You petrified them before they even knew what hit 'em."

"Of course. I had to do something, right?" He huffed, although he smiled a little bit.

"You did great, darling. If the beasts could talk, I'd say they'd be thanking you over and over. You saved their lives. They probably think you as their hero."

"I thought it was that Hufflepuff girl's job to be the "hero of beasts"...but I don't mind that title, too."

A calming silence fell over you two, save for Ominis' light sniffles. But eventually he was the first to let go, his hands reaching for the sides of your face moments later, wanting to ensure you weren't injured at all.

You helped guide him there, your skin growing warm at his touch. He felt around for any recent scarring or bruising across your flesh, being grateful that he found nothing of the sort.

Meanwhile, you kept smiling as you observed his own face. Although he looked like a complete mess after all that crying, he still managed to appear quite handsome in your eyes.

You knew he desperately needed that outlet, and you were happy he finally confided in you.

At the end of the day, you'll love him no matter what.

[softspeirs]

Ooooo heck yes, one word prompts! I'd like to submit #12 - stranger for whoever you heart feels most inclined.

Ema, I'm sorry this took me so long! I had to do something with our guy Rosie for you. Fellow reader, I am still taking one word prompts for my OCs if you're interested! These Heartbeats Clear Masterlist

Her laughter filters through the air towards him, and his grip tightens on the glass in his hand.

"I see what the plan is." Douglass says on his left, and Rosie struggles not to roll his eyes. "Get so annoyed you break the glass, and then she has to pay attention to you. Y'know, to give you stitches."

"I don't know what you're talking about." Rosie replies, tone even, betraying nothing, even as his gut roils, hearing another trill of laugher from a few feet to his right.

Grace is at the officer's club tonight. She looks lovely. She always looks lovely, but he so rarely sees her out of uniform.

It burns him a little that she got dressed up for someone else.

A stranger, someone he doesn't know. Someone who, out of the corner of Rosie's eye, he can see is standing a little too close to Grace. Acting a little too casual.

"Really didn't think you were the jealous type, Rosie."

Rosie is saved from having to reply when the woman in question rejoins their circle, her cheeks pink from drink and laughter. His body relaxes when she's close enough that he can smell her perfume, and he doesn't even feel bad for the way he sways towards her a little.

"Boys." She says, greeting Douglass and Crosby. "Major." She says, softer, addressing Rosie directly.

"Who's your friend?" Douglass asks, not even attempting to be subtle.

"Doctor Abbington is over from London. He's pioneering a few new techniques and teaching here for two days before heading back to the city."

"Huh." Douglass takes another swig of his drink. "Well, good luck with that." He says, gesturing at Rosie before leaving them alone, dragging Crosby with him.

"What was that about?" Grace asks, a furrow between her brows.

"Nothing." Rosie says, voice soft as he looks down at her. He opens his mouth to say something else, when they're interrupted.

"Captain Fleming," The doctor says, ignoring Rosie completely.

Rosie, not one to normally care about rank, or standing on ceremony, raises his eyebrows so high they disappear into his hairline at the brush-off, Doctor Abbington standing with his back to Rosie entirely as he speaks to Grace.

"I'm headed out. I hope to see you in the morning?" He asks, tone brusque.

"Of course, we'll be at the lecture in the morning." Grace confirms, sending an apologetic look over the doctor's shoulder at Rosie. "Let me walk you out..."

"Grace." Rosie doesn't know what possesses him to reach for her hand. He doesn't want to embarrass her in front of a colleague, but he's feeling a little forgotten, and yes, a little jealous. It makes him grit his teeth.

"I'll be right back." She assures him, and then she's gone, one last look over her shoulder at him all he gets as she walks off with a stranger.

It's not five minutes before Crosby comes barrelling inside. Rosie, having taken a seat with Kidd at the bar, is instantly on his feet, hackles up.

"You gotta come on," Crosby is saying, yanking on Rosie's arm.

"What happened?"

"Grace."

Rosie doesn't need to hear anything else. He and Kidd are hot on Crosby's heels, Rosie's heart pounding so hard he can barely hear anything else. He knew he shouldn't have let her leave alone with that doctor. Jesus Christ but he knows better, he has sisters--

He stops abruptly. The scene is not what he expected.

Ev Blakley is there, hands up in a placating manner in between Grace and the doctor. "Come on, Fleming. Leave him with some dignity, huh?"

"Dignity!" Grace's voice is high-pitched, irritated. "He wasn't so concerned about his dignity a few moments ago."

"You've been spending too much time with these fly boys, Captain. DIsappointing." The doctor says, voice tight as he holds his nose. He's -- he's bleeding?

"I'd shut up if I were you, or I might let her have another go." Blakely says calmly. He sees Rosie, Kidd, and Crosby out of the corner of his eye and gives a half shrug, as if to say I'm trying my best, here.

"Grace." Kidd's voice is hard, the sound of authority. "What's going on?"

"What's going on is she hit me, Major, and I have never experienced this type of treatment--"

"She hit him after he tried to get fresh," Blakely adds, his jaw clenched.

"Doesn't know that no means no." Grace says heatedly, her fiery eyes softening a little when she meets Rosie's gaze. "I'm fine."

Something like pride wells up in Rosie's chest as he starts to put the pieces together. This doctor, this stranger, who doesn't know Grace Fleming from Adam, tried to kiss her. He had been trying all night, really, if Rosie remembered right from inside. A lot easier to evade him in a crowded room, so looks like he tried to take it outside.

By the sight of his bloody nose, he certainly got what was coming to him.

"That's my girl." Rosie says quietly, taking a few steps closer so he can take her hand and pull her away. "Let's get you back to your room, yeah?"

"But--"

"We've got it, Grace." Jack Kidd says. "Go, before the matron sees you. She'll have your head if you hurt your hand."

"Her hand? What about my face?" Doctor Abbington protests.

"That busted beak is going to be the least of your problems if you don't shut it." Blakely drawls.

With a laugh, Rosie slings an arm around Grace's shoulders and begins to walk her the other direction, back towards the nurse's hut.

"Did you hurt your hand?" He asks, worried.

"Just bruised, like my ego."

He makes a face. "Your ego? What for?"

"I thought he really respected me, us, the other nurses--" She stops, frustrated. "The other girls have been complaining since he got here, and I thought they were just..." She stops, embarrassed. "I should have listened to them. I shouldn't have assumed just because he's a doctor that he was a good person."

Rosie stops her, reaching to hold her face in his hands. "You're determined to see the best in everyone, Grace. So he took advantage of that. But you know what? In this war, it's good that you're holding on to that. Plus, you got the better of him, didn't you?" He grins.

"Oh, shut up."

"I'm just sorry I missed it." He says, laughing and ducking out of the way as she swats at him. "Hey! Not me too, I've seen what you can do."

She settles back against his side as they walk, their laughter fading into the night as he walks her home.

[writeroutoftime]

Rita I ran to that prompt list when I saw that you had opened drabble requests!! 😄😄 I LOVE your writing!

Would you be able to write something for Tommy Shelby using the prompt "It's nice that your voice was the first thing I heard today." ?

Thanks so much if you do! 🧡

a/n: oh my gosh, K, stop you are too nice! that just made my day! 😂💕this one's for you - hope you're doing well, lovely!!

(want to request a drabble? feel free to send one in!)

oOoOo

With a deep sigh, you forced your eyes open, blinking a few times to adjust to the early rays that snuck through the curtains, illuminating your bedroom. Stretching out, your hand caught against firm, cool skin, and you smiled as Tommy slept beside you.

As you turned to the side, you began softly tracing patterns along his skin, reveling in some of the last few moments of quiet. Underneath your fingertips, you felt Tommy's muscles start to move and slowly his eyes fluttered. open.

"Good morning, Mr. Shelby." you greeted, still giddy over that particular phrase.

He smirked and pulled you closer to his chest, echoing your sentiment. "Morning, Mrs. Shelby. You know, it's nice that your voice is the first thing I heard today."

"Oh, is that so?"

"Hmm." he murmured, pressing soft kisses along your neck and shoulder. "I've gotten used to our little bubble here, and I don't think I can stomach going back out to deal with the rest of the world. But, I suppose, your voice makes it all a bit more manageable."

"Happy to be of service then." you teased, glancing up to memorize Tommy's smile and the way his eyes crinkled.

It was true, the two of you had been wrapped up in your own honeymoon bubble for the past two weeks. A full two weeks of nothing but you and Tommy wrapped up around each other. You weren't necessarily looking forward to joining the public once more, and you snuggled yourself further against Tommy.

His voice pulled you out of your thoughts. "Now, I'm going to need this particular service every day, you know?"

"That's fine by me. As long as your voice is the last thing I hear each night." you countered, leaning up to pressing your lips against his.

"Deal." he mumbled against your lips, arms wrapped around you, ready to ignore the real world for one hour more.

[anonymousangstmonster]

I just had an idea for a DP prompt that i think you might like:

Jack and Maddie find out Danny is a half-ghost, and they don’t hate him but do want to “cure” him of his affliction.

But they don’t know how to do that, so they hand him over to the GIW. They have more resources, and they’re government-supported so they must be good, right? It sucks to be away from him, but the GIW insisted on separation, and it’ll definitely all be worth it when they get to see their boy healthy and happy again.

…yeah, no. It doesn’t go at all like how they imagined. They only realize the true depths of their mistake far later, and are horrified at what the GIW did.

ooooo yes!

anyone want to help anon here and write this?

[hanasnx]

i hav been obsessed with ur blog and how u write anakin since i found it, i have a prompt and i would love to see what u do with it. all i will say is greasy nic addicted pothead linecook anakin. thank u god bless 🙏🙏

no bcos this is my sweet spot actually. something about linecooks having a sailor’s mouth, barking shit at people in their way, sweaty from labor and from the heat of appliances, flirting with the cute waitresses & giving them meals to go home with…

☥ he’s the guy that works the most, probably as much as he can, bcos hes like… hobby-less

☥ i’m imagining dane cook’s look from the movie “waiting…” so the black bandana around the hair to keep it out of his face. eyebrow piercing, maybe some lip piercings ….. ooooo

☥ the nic and pot is so real and so special to me. you’d more often than not catch him outside in the back having a smoke. one time he came to work with a bong and he passed it around with the other ppl in the back

☥ horsing around constantly with his coworkers like theyre all siblings that hate each other

☥ but when you walk in,,, he gets so bashful sometimes

“heyy, miss (y/n)…“

his coworkers mocking him, batting their lashes like, “hEyY, mIsS (y/N)—“ and he whips em with a towel a little to get em to shut up

☥ always leaning on things, any excuse to get closer to you. you pick up a plate and he throws a towel over his shoulder and hes chewing on a toothpick and hes like, “when’s your shift up?” bcos he wants to hang out with you after even if its just smoking with you in his car

☥ he’s got that oral fixation, his vape, a cig if hes got it, pre-rolls he has in the pocket in his apron, toothpicks, toying with his snake bite lip rings when he talks to you

☥ you get so nervous around him bcos he looks so big and mean and acts so commanding in the kitchen. you like him in that black shirt he wears all the time even if it’s stained with food and sweat and it tucks so nicely into his apron

☥ listening to his shitty music on his shitty radio and every other song he’s like “ohhh this is a good one, this is a good one—“

“this is your playlist, ani—“

“shut up and listen. this chick is a genius. listen to this.”

he’s such a jackass.

he’d probably grab your hand on the way out and twirl you to the song. “dance, waitress, dance.”

☥ he rly would be so greasy. so disgusting. i love the word to describe him. greasy. smelly from working istg you’d love his musk. like the stench mixed with his deodorant and cologne. you’d joke with him how he smells so good and that you wanna stick his nose in his pit and he laughs it off like “knew you were a freak.” even tho that’s not technically what you meant but now you’re thinking about him shoving your face in his taint

☥ imagine the two of you finally smoke together as an excuse to hangout and suddenly youre straddling him in his backed up seat and making out like you’re trying to inhale each other. all that sexual tension finally having a space to be worked out as youre grinding down on his halfie and he’s got a joint still pinched in between his fingers

maybe he does you inside his car and the next day you can’t stop flirting with each other hardcore during work. he starts grabbing your ass discretely whenever he can, and your fingers draw down his chest while hes eyeing you hungrily. trying to lure you outside during his smoke break for a quick make out and grope session because he just can’t stay away from you

☥ bet a bunch of your coworkers think hes so hot and youre listening to em knowing youre the one doing him after the shift

[cricketnationrise]

Hi!! My prompt:

3:47pm

The lake house on Lake LBJ

Oscar Diaz

Song for vibes: My Way DH by Rascal Flatts

Thank you!!! ❤️❤️❤️

ooooo Oscar was fun to write. note to self, must write more Oscar. anyway i listened to My Wish and immediately had 'dad thinking about his kids' vibes so please enjoy just over 600 words of oscar being happy for his children 💜🦗

read the rest of the ficlets here!

❤️🤍💙❤️🤍💙

3:47pm, lake lbj

It’s a special kind of surreal seeing both his kids in love.

Sure, June may not actually be dating Nora, but that’s a when, not an if, judging by the way Nora half-melts when June smiles at her and the special crinkle of June’s eyes when she watches Nora spout off ridiculous statistics. Oscar hasn’t seen that particular crinkle since June was with Evan. His heart swells with happiness for his oldest every time he spots her and Nora lost in each other’s company or trying to drown each other in the lake or communicating solely through raised eyebrows and quirked lips or when Nora hides her watery eyes when June sings Annie’s Song next to the campfire. They’re practically one brain, one soul even, split across two bodies and it’s stunning to witness.

Sure, Alex may not have admitted to himself that he’s in love with Henry, but Oscar would bet the lake house, his Senate seat, and much more besides, that Alex will figure his shit out soon, because he’s never seen his son like this before. 

Alex has always moved a million miles an hour, always put a ton of pressure on himself, always pushed himself to juggle a seemingly-impossible load. Oscar has seen the dark circles under his eyes when they video chat, has heard the exhaustion in his voice when Alex visits his Senate office, has noted the middle-of-the-night timestamp on one too many emails to think that Alex is completely fine. Oscar recognizes the signs of stress—both from himself and from when he and Ellen lived together—that have been increasing in frequency over the past year.

But lately, and this week in particular, Alex seems settled in his own skin—he’s practically aglow—and not because of the sunshine. Every time he sets eyes on Henry, or makes him laugh, or even just talks about him, Alex lights up. All through prepping the food earlier, Alex had kept glancing out the window, a fond smile on his face at the sight of Henry out on the dock refereeing the girls. Watching his son and Henry interact, it’s like there’s a whole other level of happiness that’s been unlocked. 

Alex’s carefully blank voice when he’d asked if his ‘friend’ Henry could come to the lake house had all of Oscar’s dad instincts sitting up. And his son’s anxious hand wringing when he’d introduced Henry had been enough to tell Oscar that this person was someone special to Alex, even if he’d never indicated he was interested in men before. Their conversation in the kitchen had been an unnecessary, but welcome, confirmation. 

All he’s ever wanted for June and Alex is for them to be safe and happy. The Texas sun shining down only highlights how content his kids are—it looks good on them both—and Oscar is beyond grateful he gets to witness it. He’s always wished for them to dream as big as they wanted to, for them to reach out and gather up all the love they can possibly hold inside. He’s always wanted them to have a comfortable place to land, a secure set of arms to fall into if life knocks them down. He’s always wanted them to know they can fly free, knowing someone loves them unconditionally. And sure, he and Ellen and Leo and all their extended family love Alex and June but— It’s immensely satisfying knowing that the universe has answered Oscar’s wish and led both of his children to their people.

He hopes they’re both brave enough to reach out and gather their loves close, and hang on tight through whatever life throws their way.

[madangel19]

6. their touch on your nape when they're clasping a necklace for you. (hey god its.. uh me again heh).

With Swiss and Deliah maybe?

Ooooo this is a very nice prompt :3 It says necklace in the prompt, but I went with a nice collar, especially the type that have those rings for people to put their fingers in and bring you close. Very spicy and perfect for Swiss and Delia

Tags: Nothing too spicy in here. Mention of cocks, nudity and choking

Word Count: 506

Delia’s eye twitched as she tried to figure out how to put on the new collar she had bought. She stood naked before the mirror in the bathroom, struggling with the clasp and trying not to get frustrated when she missed her mark once again. She wanted to surprise Swiss with something new, but this new purchase was turning out difficult. 

The circle shaped rings of the collar jingled beautifully and she closed her eyes as she imagined what it would be like having Swiss gives those rings a nice tug to pull her closer during passionate moments. It would be so nice if she could just figure out how to put the damn thing on.

“You okay in there, Delia?” Swiss asked from the bedroom. 

“Not…really,” she replied, sighing while dropping her hands and looking down at the collar in her hands. It wouldn’t hurt to ask for help. 

“You need help, sweetheart?” 

“I do.”

One second passed and a shirtless Swiss was already opening the door, looking concerned for his mate. His concern melted away when he saw what she had in her hands.

“I…wanted to surprise you with this…but it’s hard to put on. Can you help me, Swiss?” She asked, showing the collar to him. 

“Of course I can, Delia,” Swiss cooed, stepping over to her and taking the collar in his hands. He inspected it, his smile growing all the more playful before he moved behind her. 

“I saw it today and I knew you would love something like that. Those rings are just perfect for bringing me closer to you,” Delia said as the ghoul pushed her long purple hair to the side before placing it around her neck.

“I’ve heard so many good things about these. It’ll look beautiful on you, Delia,” Swiss purred, clasping the collar with ease. Delia shivered at the tightness around her neck and she looked back at her reflection. The collar fit her perfectly. 

“Perfect,” the ghoul whispered, his fingers brushing along the nape of her neck. The necklace was so cool, but his fingers were so deliciously warm on her flesh. Delia closed her eyes in bliss as she thought of his hands around her neck. 

“Thank you, love,” she whispered, her heart racing in her chest as she thought of many other lewd things he could be doing to her now. The ghoul let out a happy chuff as he lightly curled his fingers around some of the rings and gave them a gentle tug. 

“You wanna test out the necklace now, Delia?” Swiss asked.

Delia opened her eyes, smirking when she felt how hard he already was in his gray sweatpants. She turned around, tapping at her necklace.

“Of course, Daddy,” she giggled.

Swiss let out a rumbling growl as he curled a single claw around the middle ring, pulling her close into a hungry kiss. Delia didn’t resist as she kissed him back, eager to enjoy this moment with him and not wanting to get away from him anytime soon.

[t4tozier]

ooooo okay prompts: one of jace's exes enrolls their kid into barbarian classes at aguefort. which means porter has to interact w this guy fairly frequently. and their kid happens to be a wild magic barbarian which means jace is often at the parent teacher conferences too.

omggg yeah. porter’s a freak that has definitely stalked jace’s exes online so when he sees the last name on his roster it’s like. vaguely familiar. but not enough to actually trigger anything in his head until he gets an email from the kid’s dad being like hey do you have any tips for dealing with rages at home? and porter’s happy to help but then he does a double take on the name and his demeanor immediately switches to something so cold and professional. just very basics. he’s not gonna take it out on the kid, it’s not his fault his dad fucked porter’s boyfriend a decade before he was even born, but he’s sure as hell not gonna be warm and fuzzy to the guy emailing.

the first parent teacher conference rolls around and porter’s already gritting his teeth when this guy walks in. he’s some tall dark and handsome half-orc with muscles that mark him as a fighter. typical, for jace. he’s trying to keep his cool when, of fucking course, jace knocks on his door and pops his head in. and he’s like ooh shit sorry i didn’t realize you were having a—lorgan?? gods, it’s been…wow! hi! because of course porter didn’t tell jace.

and porter has to watch as this guy’s eyes fucking light up at the sight of his boyfriend. before they can really start getting a convo going, porter clears his throat and stands and goes, “sorry, sweetheart, i should’ve told you. go ahead and head home without me, i’ll see you there.” and kisses jace so deeply. and jace squeaks but of course melts into it even though they’re usually really good (ha) at hiding their relationship at work. and jace flushes and gives a flustered wave to them both before disappearing.

and porter’s feeling pretty fucking good about himself—until the next week, when the kid has a wild magic surge in the middle of class. porter’s first thought is fuck, i need jace. his second thought is fuck. i need jace.