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stealingyourbones · 9 months

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Short DPXDC Prompts #825

Stephanie Brown is partnered with her classmate, Danny Fenton, on a research paper for her English Gen Ed. This single assignment lead to a spiral of circumstances that she never would have dreamed of.

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ghostofskywalker · 4 months

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Could I please request the prompt "am I your favorite?" with tech?

My heart almost imploded imagining him saying that🥲 he deserves the world

thank you for the request, sorry it's taken so long! this prompt was cute for him!

words: 825

summary: You've always found it easier to exist when everyone else was asleep. Eventually, another person joins your routine.

Comfort, Silence, and Conversations in the Middle Of The Night

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For you, things just made more sense in the middle of the night. You didn’t always understand it and you never dared to question it, but it was the way you lived. That meant volunteering to take night watches whenever possible, realizing that your creativity flowed better whenever most people around you were fast asleep, and most importantly, learning how to exist on your own, since there weren’t a lot of others who shared your lifestyle. As life went on, it became more difficult to live exclusively at night, but you made it work.

Now, as you traveled on the Havoc Marauder, you found yourself between two worlds. During the day you helped where you could, often interacting with your fellow shipmates at the beginnings or ends of their waking hours, and you tried to sleep in between. At night, you worked on the ship or your other tinkering projects, kept watch as it hurtled through hyperspace, and just existed in your own little bubble.

Occasionally you would have visitors, but it was never consistent. Sometimes Hunter or Echo would be unable to sleep or Omega would have a bad dream, and the two of you would spend some time together in the quiet of the ship’s cockpit for a night, but they wouldn’t return the next time you were there.

So when Tech started keeping you company in the middle of the night, you were a little surprised, to say the least.

It started out as a once in a while thing, where he would wordlessly step into the room and the two of you would acknowledge each other before continuing to work on whatever you wanted. If the others on the ship had seen it, they might have gently teased you for not talking to each other, barely exchanging a word at greeting, but just the presence of another person was enough for you, especially when you weren’t sure what had caused Tech’s change in behavior.

Soon, you realized that it had become a daily thing. Tech’s sleep schedule now mirrored yours, and you didn’t know how to feel. At this point you felt safe enough from the crushing grip of the Empire that you weren’t too worried about being followed or attacked, but you also didn’t want to ignore this change if something was bothering him, or something was wrong that you didn’t know about.

It took more rotations than you would like to admit, but eventually you worked up the courage to break the silence and asked. “Why do you spend all your time here in the middle of the night?”

He looked at you, slightly puzzled. “What do you mean?”

“As long as I’ve been on the ship, you’ve always slept at this time. What prompted the change in routine?”

“Oh,” he said, his eyes shifting downward. “I wanted to keep you company.”

Well, that definitely wasn’t what you were expecting to hear, and you couldn’t help the shock that took over your face. “What?” you asked softly.

“You’ve always spent your time here alone,” he said. “Maybe once in a while someone would be out here, but it wasn’t a guarantee. I know that my life is better with those that I care about, and I wanted to make sure you weren’t feeling lost or lonely. Even if that means just tinkering together.”

Your mouth feel open, and immediately you almost teared up. “Tech, that’s so thoughtful,” you said. “No wonder you’re my favorite.”

That last part was said without really thinking, even though it was absolutely true. “Am I really your favorite?”

“Of course,” you responded. “It can be lonely out here when you live like I do, and I thought that I had gotten over all the negative emotions that come with it. But I guess that I realized how much I enjoyed spending time with someone else, even if we weren’t really interacting at all.”

“You should never be lonely,” he said, a small smile crossing his face. “And you’re my favorite too.”

Now it was your turn to be shocked. “Really?”

“Of course,” he said. “I wouldn’t do this for my brothers, that’s ridiculous.”

You had a sneaking feeling that his words weren’t actually true, even if he believed they were. But as much as you wanted to comment on the fact that you knew his heart was bigger than he said it was, you didn’t want to lose this growing connection with him. So of course, the easiest way to do that was to change the subject. “Do you want to come work on modding this datapad with me?”

“Of course, what features did you plan on including in the upgrade?”

This type of connection might not work for everyone else, and some of it was certainly unexpected from Tech, but you’d never felt less lonely in your entire life than you did right now, and that was something you never wanted to change.

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inlovewithpandora · 10 months

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- Jealous? -

Pairing: Tonowari x fem!Metkayina!reader

Request: [@teyamsbitch] ❛ if i didn't know any better, i'd say you were jealous. ❜ w/ Tonowari ➟ post.

Reader sees Tonowari with another female and Tonowari sees the dirty looks she has been giving to the person he's talking to.

Synopsis: From afar you see a woman being flirtatious with your mate and it causes your territorial instincts to arise

Content: established relationship (mates), Olo’eyktan and Tsahìk, reader getting a little territorial, Tonowari finding reader getting jealous cute, reader tries to deny being jealous (even though she is), little fluff at the end, just a cute little jealousy fic

Author’s Note: Thank you for sending in this request, this is my first time using prompts and my first Tonowari x reader story!

▸ I hope it meets your expectations and that you enjoy! I can’t wait to start on the other ones you sent!

▸ please excuse any mistakes!

Word Count: 825 - 850

Glossary: Tsahìk - Spiritual Leader

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As you finished up your duties as Tsahìk you walked around the village trying to find Tonowari.

You've been working from sunrise to sunset. Healing warriors, training your mentees, and creating new medical pastes. It was a long and tiresome day and the thing you were looking forward to the most was spending the rest of the evening with your mate.

As you scan your surroundings from afar, you see Tonowari talking to a woman at the shore. Your brow bone rises in suspicion, confused as to why they were standing so close and why she was flashing her canines at him.

As you moved closer, you watched her plant her hand on his bicep, feeling his muscles while she looked up at him with eyes that swirled with affection which flickered a spark of anger within you. How dare she do such things to your mate? Giggling and smiling in his face.

Flirting right in front of you as if he wasn't mated to you, the Tsahìk.

The woman clearly didn't have any respect for you or your relationship, which annoyed you the most.

" 'Wari" you call out from a distance, which makes both of them turn to face you. You walk over to the pair with a grim look on your face as you bore your eyes at her, witnessing the blush spread across her cheeks as if she was flustered by something Tonowari said to her.

You plant your feet next to your mate as you wrap your arm around his, pulling him closer to you and create a distance between him and the woman, "So what are you two chatting about?" Your tone is rough, the young woman could feel the indignation emitting from your voice. She immediately averted her gaze from Tonowari and looked down toward the sand beneath her feet. You could tell she was in fear of your dominating presence, which made you enjoy this moment even more.

"Oh nothing serious Tsahìk... just making conversation" she manages to stutter out with only a hint of trembling laced in her voice. As you read her demeanor, you can tell she was afraid. Afraid of what you might say and most importantly do.

"Mhm..." you scoff as you look her up and down, visibly judging her which makes her feel minuscule compared to you.

The woman knew what she was doing, throwing herself at the feet of the Olo’eyktan as if he was single man. She didn’t feel guilty until she felt anger flowing from you. It truly put an ounce of fear within her which didn’t go unnoticed by you.

"Well, my mate and I have somewhere to be." Without saying another word and giving her one last look with disgust filled eyes, you pulled Tonowari in another direction, not wanting him or you to be in the presence of this woman any longer.

"What was that?" Tonowari saw the dirty stares you gave the woman, as if you wanted to claw her eyes out but were implementing self-restraint.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean with that little act back there... if I didn't know any better, I'd say you were jealous."

"Pfft! Jealous?" It came out in a shocked tone with a hint of amusement at his accusation. You didn't think you were jealous... you were just territorial about what was yours.

"I didn't stutter. I noticed the agitated expressions on your face," he says as he stops both of you in your path and he turns your body so you can look into his aqua-blue eyes.

"You know I liked seeing you jealous like that..." he murmurs as he grabs your chin and pulls you in for a soft kiss. The way his lips explored yours made the need to be territorial slowly vanish.

"I wasn't trying to be jealous but she was all over you and it just you know...made me upset..." you verbalized softly, the total opposite of the tone you used earlier.

You knew some women in the clan would try to throw themselves at Tonowari. After all, he was strong, powerful, and intelligent. Every quality a woman would want in a mate Tonowari had. You never worried about him stepping out on you because you knew he was committed and faithful to you, it was the desperate women that gawked over him that worried you.

Tonowari raised his arm and gently cupped your face in his hands, "You know I don't want her or any of those other women in the clan. The only person on Pandora I want is you and no one is ever going to change that."

Your lips curl into a smile and your eyes light up as you look at your mate. You knew that he only had eyes for you but to hear him say it so passionately made your heart melt. At that moment, you could barely remember the reason why you were upset. The only thing that mattered was the beautiful relationship you shared with Tonowari.

"Now let's go home and you can tell me about your day...hm?" He says as he rubs his thumb against your skin, almost making your knees buckle at the sensation.

"Let's go because I have a lot to tell you."

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sangoqueenkoko · 25 days

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ARATAKI ITTO

"not our brightest idea"

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GEO MASTERLIST | DRABBLE MASTERLIST

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Drabble prompt: page 1: #70 = “not our brightest idea.”

Warnings? Beans. Not really! Unless you’re an Oni. But seriously, there are no warnings.

Contains a mention of Kuki Shinobu, Chiori, The Arataki Gang, and Itto, of course!

825 words.

"Thank you, and have a great day!" you smiled, kindly waving as a customer walked away with their newly bought products from Sailing Breeze, a Mondstadt store. Being from Mondstadt, you were well versed with the local specialities and eager to share them with others. You came to Inazuma to trade your home nation's local specialities with the people of a different nation so they can broaden their horizons.

New and returning customers came every day.

Even if the products did contain beans, you made your own version that doesn't, after witnessing what happened at the Iridori Festival. When I say 'returning customers,' I mean Arataki Itto, the rest of the Arataki Gang, and Kuki Shinobu.

But today, Kuki and the rest of the Gang couldn't make it because the Gang got into trouble, and Kuki had to bail them out. So, instead of being with his friends and suffering her wrath, Itto came to Ritou alone to pick up some orders that Kuki had made in the prior week. With you being friends of the Arataki Gang and the leader himself, they managed to bag some discounts.

"Hey, hey, my compadre!" A familiar voice called out; before you knew it, it was Itto, sauntering over as he casually combed his hair like it was his pride and joy. "Boss says that our order is ready to go! And it was made by the amazing (Y/N) themselves!" he grinned, "So I know that it will be the best ever made!"

"Well, thank you, Itto," you smiled sweetly. "Luckily for you, I had just finished packing it up, and it was ready for pickup just before you came! However, I underestimated the size of this delivery, considering how much was ordered. And it will be too much work to make more than one trip to deliver it to its destination. So I'd say that we need to use a cargo balloon for its safe transportation. That is if you're Okay with returning it to the others yourself?"

He stood silently for a moment as he thought. Looking between you and the distance of Inazuma, pondering how long it would take.

"Alright! It should be no problem!" he said with a laugh, "but you could always come along with me to make sure that the precious cargo doesn't get damaged while I go on ahead and take care of potential threats. That sounds like a deal to me. Deal?"

"Deal."

Soon enough, you met Itto at the edge of Ritou with the Cargo 'slime' Balloon that you hired for the day. Itto, being as strong as he is and insisting he helped you pack the cargo onto the balloon before you double-checked it and set off for the Gang's camp.

The start of the journey went as smoothly as ever. Some playful things even happen because it is better to make them bearable than unbearable. When crossing over a sandy section that leads to Narukami Island, Itto found it funny to splash some seawater on you, but you didn't find it funny much, mainly because your outfit was made by the one and only Chiori, so in return, you splashed water back at him. Just some light-hearted fun.

Later on in your journey, on the same path but in the incoming direction, you both noticed some Nobushi coming your way. Itto was raring to go, as he wanted to fight them. He didn't want the cargo, or more importantly, you, to get damaged. But you insisted he not provoke them, as they could be passive and mean no harm.

But neither of you could take any chances, so you pulled him towards the cargo on the side of the path, behind some bushes, to hide. Because of its purpose, it could withstand such weight, so you pulled Itto into it. Despite his loud protests, shoving a hand over his mouth, you two stayed put and quiet to ensure you weren't found.

It felt like an eternity, but the Nobushi would come over to the stationary cargo, take a look at it, move it around, inspect it and even open the boxes to take a closer look. It took Itto everything not to burst out from inside it and defend you and the cargo, but you didn't let that happen. They were merely curious.

But they soon realised it wasn't very valuable to them, so they left it alone and carried on with their journey, their heavy footsteps eventually fading away.

Taking deep breaths with relief, and also realising how physically close you two were, you quickly jumped out and looked over the cargo. It was fine.

Looking at each other with red cheeks and a light layer of sweat on their faces from the long wait in close proximity. And your feelings for each other would slowly creep up to the surface.

He coughed and scratched the back of his head nervously.

"not our brightest idea."

But thank you to the irl bestie for helping with this idea! This one is for you, girlie, you simp!

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thebibutterflyao3 · 2 months

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Day 28 - Prompt: Dance @pandalilymicrofics

February Daily Series - 825 words

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Lily gently adjusted her hold on Pandora’s waist as they approached the entrance to the Inn. She hoped that the front desk clerk wouldn’t ask too many questions about why Lily was half-carrying the woman to her room. Thankfully, they hadn’t run into anyone on the short walk, but she doubted her luck would hold for much longer.

“Almost there,” she whispered, inadvertently brushing her lips against Pandora’s ear. “How are you feeling? Any better?”

Pandora shivered and leaned in closer. “Worse, I think.”

“I’m pretty sure that I have paracetamol in my purse. Will that help?”

“It’s a start, but I think I need you to stay and play nurse.”

Lily rolled her eyes and shook her head. “You’ve already used that line. What’s next, blackmail?”

“I’m not above blackmail. Is that what it will take? I could threaten to sue you for bodily injury?”

Against her will, Lily’s lips twitched in amusement. Thus far, Pandora had come up with four different tactics to convince her to stay the night. Playing “nurse” seemed to appeal to Pandora the most.

“You’re a ‘trauma victim,’ remember? Now, behave,” Lily chastised lightly.

“What’s the fun in that?”

Lily bit down hard on her bottom lip to keep from grinning. She wasn’t actually sure how bad Pandora’s pain was because she insisted on flirting every time Lily asked, but she figured that if the little minx could walk and flirt, it probably wasn’t life-threatening.

“Lily, stop it,” Pandora said, her thumb tugging Lily’s lip free. “You’re such a tease.”

“Me? You must have hit your head harder than I thought.” Lily ignored the rush of heat to her cheeks and focused on navigating through the front door instead. She and Pandora had to perform an awkward sort of dance to slip inside the narrow entry together.

The front desk clerk glanced up, then did a double-take. “Oh! Do you need help?”

“I’ve got it, thanks,” Lily said, smiling politely. “She took a tumble walking back from the festival, that’s all.”

“Understandable in those shoes. I’m impressed she still has them on,” the woman said, hurrying around the desk. “What room are you in, Miss?”

Before Pandora could answer her, a herd of elephants charged down the stairs. Or at least, that’s what it sounded like. The clerk sighed and rubbed a hand over her face as she pivoted on her heel to address the chaos.

“Gentlemen! Please walk down the stairs,” she called out.

An enormous ball of black fur and limbs burst from the stairwell and landed at the bottom. Padfoot lifted his head, sniffed the air, then bounded away from whichever of his owners that he’d left in a crumpled heap. Lily gasped and shifted Pandora away from the excited dog.

“Pads! For fuck’s sake, you twat,” Sirius shouted, pushing himself upright. “Leave Lily alone.”

Remus appeared out of nowhere and helped his boyfriend to his feet. “What the hell just happened?”

“Padfoot happened,” Sirius groaned, shoving a hand through his hair. “He was so excited to go for a W-A-L-K that he dragged me down the stairs.”

Lily eyed the dog bouncing eagerly in front of the stairs. The poor thing was all riled up after an afternoon holed up in a hotel room. Remus was attempting to grab hold of his leash while the clerk blocked him from jumping on Lily and Pandora.

“Pads,” Sirius coaxed, moving swiftly to Remus’s right. “Come here. A little closer.”

The dog suddenly realised that he was about to be boxed in and lunged the opposite direction. His tail whipped at Remus’s legs and nearly knocked him to the floor. Sirius cursed under his breath and chased after him.

“Padfoot. Sit,” said a sharp voice in the doorway. Padfoot stopped so abruptly that Sirius tripped over him and went sprawling across the floor.

“Well, we know who’s really in charge. Don’t we, Reg?” Pandora teased, glancing over her shoulder.

Regulus’s smirk disappeared the moment he stepped around Lily. “Pandora! Are you alright? Was it Barty? I’ll kill him!”

All of a sudden, the reception area burst into chaos. James rushed past Lily and Pandora to restrain his furious boyfriend, who had pulled out a knife and was shouting threats at the doorway as if Barty was on the other side of it.

Meanwhile, Sirius had pounced on Padfoot in an attempt to get hold of his leash when he took off again. The pair were wrestling while Remus chased after them. The clerk was running from one to the other trying to restore order, but her high-pitched voice was only adding fuel to the fire.

Pandora looked around, then up at Lily with a weary smile. “Stay with me, please?”

“Yeah, I think I’d better,” she agreed, leaning down to sweep Pandora into her arms. Lily navigated past the chaos while Pandora tucked her head under Lily’s chin. “What room, Miss?”

“Down the hall. Last one on the left.”

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polutrope · 8 months

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Ficlets: Fëanorians

Part 1 of fills for the Silmarillion Phrase Prompts

I have now completed 20 prompt fills from this list and, although I have two more in my Asks that I may yet do, I have decided to unofficially tie off the series at a nice round 20.

Thank you to everyone who sent me prompts, you kept me writing through the summer with these bite-sized inspirations! Here's the Fëanorian (and adjacent) collection. (Pt 2: Nolofinwëans and Arafinwëans, Pt. 3: Sindar and Others).

First Contact (Tumblr | AO3) for @welcomingdisaster. Daeron/Maglor, Fëanor. T, 2.7k. Shortly after the unexpected release of Fëanor, Daeron — now loremaster of Alqualondë and chief minstrel of the Eldar — finally reaches out to Maglor. Maglor is perplexed about his motives, but agrees to meet.

With You (Tumblr | AO3) for @searchingforserendipity25. Indis/Nerdanel. G, 376 words. Fëanor is exiled and Finwë leaves behind kingship and all other kin to follow him. In the aftermath, Nerdanel and Indis find comfort in each other.

Sweet Ran the Waters (Tumblr | AO3) for @thelordofgifs and @cuarthol. Maedhros & Maglor. G, 437 words. Two conversations on hope and despair, some three hundred years apart.

Wake (Tumblr | AO3) for @meadowlarkx. Caranthir & Maglor. G, 770 words. After the sinking of Beleriand, Maglor remembers Caranthir.

Leaves of Countless Years Lie Thick (Tumblr | AO3) for @swanmaids. Celegorm/Oromë. M, 825 words. Celegorm returns to Oromë at last.

A Salve (Tumblr | AO3) for MoonLord. Celegorm & Curufin. T, 860 words. Battered and humiliated after the encounter with Beren and Lúthien, Curufin must reestablish the bond that holds him and his brother together.

Alliances (Tumblr | AO3) for @danmeiljie. Curufin & Maedhros. G, 475 words. After Nargothrond, Curufin quietly endures his grief while he awaits the call to serve from his brother and lord.

The Same Blood (Tumblr | AO3) for @ettelene and @danmeiljie. Amrod & Amras. T, 995 words. Amrod often disappears from the camp at Mithrim, but this is the first time he has done so since Fingolfin's host arrived.

Dare to Hope (Tumblr | AO3) for @maglor-my-beloved. Celebrimbor. T, 873 words. Celebrimbor faces a difficult choice at the sack of Sirion.

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atimeofyourlife · 6 months

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Whumptober day 18

rated: t | wc: 825 | prompt: Blindfold | Tortured For Information | “Hit them harder.” Steve dealing with the aftermath of the Russians

"Who do you work for?"

"Scoops. I work for Scoops Ahoy!"

Steve woke up screaming, as he had almost everyday since Starcourt had happened. Unable to escape from the horror he'd experienced in those long hours that he was trapped in the Russian base. The injuries were starting to heal, but after every nightmare they felt fresh again. The pain renewed, leaving him in agony for hours until his mind cleared enough to remember it was over. His mind making him constantly relive the torture that he'd suffered at the hands of Russian soldiers, doing anything they could to get him to give up information that he didn't have.

It wasn't just the nightmares that made Steve relive the worst hours of his life. Every time he looked in the mirror and saw the slowly fading bruises, he could feel the knuckles of combat-trained soldiers cracking his cheekbone. Every time he took his shirt off, the pain flaring in his chest along with the sea of color painting his torso, reminding of how it felt to get his ribs broken under the force of a steel toe boot kicking repeatedly. Even looking at the bottle of prescription-strength pain medication that he'd been given as he was discharged from the hospital threw him back to the high of the interrogation drugs that had been forcibly administered, to what it felt like to lose control. Not wanting to experience anything like that again, he tried to care for himself using as little medication as possible. Opting for hot and cold packs held against the most painful areas, and nothing stronger than over the counter tylenol, not even considering the extra strength variety. It was the only way he could push through.

No matter how bad it was, he didn't want to talk about it. Not even to Robin. He could listen to her talking about her struggles with everything for hours. Being the friendly reassurance she needed. But he couldn't bring up everything that had happened to him. Not wanting her to feel worse, not wanting to make her relive more of the awful memories than she already did. She didn't need the reminder of how he'd almost died down there, of how she'd thought for a good ten minutes that she had been tied back-to-back with his corpse. Steve knew that suffering in silence wasn't a healthy choice, but he didn't want to put any more on the people that had already been through so much. Maybe if Hopper was around, but was it like a knife to the gut every time he remembered that Hopper had met the fate Steve had almost resigned himself to after getting captured.

But on top of the pain of the injuries, and the horror of the past weeks, there was also the fear of the future. The fear of what would happen next. Would the Russians find him, track him down and take him captive again, with or without Robin? Torture and drug him again for more information, about the Upside Down, about the monsters, about El and her powers. Or would they use the little information he let slip while under the influence of the truth serum they'd injected him with? Use it to target Dustin, to take him hostage, to harm him because of Steve's slip up.

It took Robin falling asleep on him one night when she came over to check on him for everything to come pouring out. He fell asleep quickly in her warm embrace, but it wasn't long before he was screaming and thrashing awake. Robin's gentle touch and comforting words didn't do much to bring him down from his terror. Instead, her voice threw him further into it. Making him fear that she was there with him, that she was getting hurt and drugged again too. That neither of them were safe and they'd never made it out. His mind slowly cleared, and he became more aware of his surroundings. He took one look at Robin's worried expression and broke down into the tears that he'd been holding back for far too long.

Robin held him close as he cried, letting him get it all out before asking the difficult questions. But Steve did answer honestly this time. About how every time he got any sleep he was reliving the torture, the pain, the drugging. Robin didn't push for the details, she didn't need to as she already knew how bad it had been. She had heard his screams of pain in the time that they'd been separated, then seen the damage when they were brought back together. Instead, she just got him to agree to talk to her whenever it got bad. That they would work through everything they'd been through as a pair. That they would get over the pain and the torture the only way possible when the trauma had bonded them for life. They would do it together.

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sirowsky-stories · 6 months

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All Hallows Quarrel

Sirowsky's 600 & 700 Followers Celebration

Submitted by @spishsstuff Prompt #2: What's with all the candles? Prompt #12: How did you do that? Prompt #20: Can we just go home and have sex now? Character: Marcus Moreno

Rating: Mature 18+ONLY Warnings: Marcus Moreno x Female Reader. Reader has a strained relationship with her mother. Can be read as canon, in which case the ending is both happy and kinda sad, if you've seen the movie. Word Count: 825 Masterlist of the Celebration Sirowsky's Main Masterlist

“Uh… honey?” Marcus called out as he stepped through the front door of your shared home.

“Yeah?” you called back from further into the house.

“What’s with all the candles? Are we celebrating something?” he asked while taking off his shoes and hanging up his leather jacket, both of which were sounds you knew by heart.

“It’s called All Hallows Eve. Heard of it?” you teased as you walked into the kitchen, meeting him coming from the opposite direction.

“That’s today?”

“Wow. You’re amazing, you know that? No one I’ve ever met is as unbothered by the passing of time as you are, my darling. Seasons, holidays, birthdays, it all just passes you by.”

“Hey, I have never missed your birthday, or an anniversary,” he hurriedly countered, making you snicker.

“I’m talking about your own birthdays, Mo.”

“Oh. Yeah, I do tend to miss those.”

You just smiled and kissed him to welcome him home and he snagged you into one of his signature tight hugs before letting you go. But as he pulled back, there was a confused crease to his forehead once more.

“Why are you dressed to go out?” he noted, realizing that you were wearing a bra, which you never did at home unless you knew that you’d be leaving the house again soon.

“Ah, yes. Help me put all the candles out, will you. I was a bit premature in lighting them, it seems, because we have to go to my mother’s house for dinner. She’s already called me like six times.”

He chuckled at that, before heading to the bedroom to change out of his dress-shirt and into a nice Henley. Marcus loved the relationship you had with your mother, because it was a very Italian one. You’d argue as though you were bitter enemies at times, but even so, you never parted ways without hugging or telling each other how much you loved one another. And she always doted on her one and only son-in-law.

When he walked back into the kitchen, you’d moved to the adjoining living room and started putting candles out, but then all the little flames suddenly went out at once, without so much as a breath having moved through the house. Confused, you looked around and saw your husband grin knowingly where he stood, leisurely leaning against the kitchen island with his hands in his pockets.

“How did you do that?” you asked, more than mildly impressed, because even after five years of knowing this man and two years of being married to him, he still managed to surprise you.

“Trade secret,” was all he offered in response, so you huffed at him and then went to put your shoes on.

“Some day you’d better tell me all these little trade secrets of yours, Mr. Moreno.”

“When we’re grey and old, cariño. How else am I gonna keep you interested for another fifty years?” he joked while pulling his jacket back on.

As always, your mother made a big deal of everything. That you were late, that you were casually dressed for what she considered a big occasion, that you hadn’t brought her any gifts, all of which you ignored since she hadn’t alerted you to the fact that you were expected to attend this dinner, until just over an hour earlier. You did actually get through the meal without getting into any heated arguments, though.

It wasn’t until she started once again nagging on you for not having a “real” job, that you couldn’t keep your mouth shut anymore. Sure, you worked mostly from home, but it was very much a real job, and it paid much better than anything she’d ever worked with. There was something about this need of hers to always make you feel small and unaccomplished that just got to you, sending you into a rage in no time flat.

Marcus never tried to diffuse the situation; he knew better than to get involved. So instead, he just waited until your mother became riled up enough to leave the room, and then he got up and pulled you to your feet, wrapping his arms around you and somehow just squeezing the anger out of you.

“Well, I don’t know about you, but I’ve had my fill of All Hallows Eve, I think. Can we just go home and have sex now?” he asked, entirely serious, which made it both comical and comforting.

“Yeah. This Eve done lost her Hallows,” you answered, keeping to the light tone of the moment, which your mother then managed to ruin.

“Yes, go home and make babies!” she shouted from the kitchen, and you were just too done with her right then to go off on her again.

“Love you, mom,” was all you replied, and then you and Marcus left, thankfully managing to restore your happy mood from before once you were alone between your sheets.

And nine months later, Missy was born.

THE END

Thank you, Tish! You always manage to give me fun challenges for these celebrations. I hope you enjoyed it :)

@pedrostories @harriedandharassed

#Sirowsky's 600 & 700 Followers Celebration #pedro pascal characters #pedro pascal character fanfiction #marcus moreno fanfiction #we can be heroes fanfiction #marcus moreno x female reader #marcus moreno x wife reader #marcus moreno x reader #halloween writing #halloween fic #spooky season fic #spooky season #sirowsky stories

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seaside-writings · 1 year

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Prompt #825

"Give me the keys; you're drunk,"

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amin13864 · 4 months

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Battle days 83

Number of vehicles 825

Number of Israhellian deaths 8435

Number of French deaths 902

Number of American deaths 1385

Number of British deaths 79 Number of Italian deaths 48 Number of mercenaries killed Indian Russian Polish 62

All these statistics were prepared by journalist Jerry Burkham, and these numbers correspond to the number of refrigerated containers on board the ship MGZ, which is anchored some distance from the port of Haifa and guarded by the American Navy. It was noted that there were many small boats sent to and from it, which prompted this journalist to access this information that shook the enemy street, which He called for the assassination of this journalist today at the hands of Mossad dogs in the city of AKA to publish this information. The ship disappeared from sight and has been seen for a while, Hours in Cyprus ports,,,,,,

Can anyone see if these information are true 🙏🙏🙏🙏

Especially for this journalist,,,,

#palestine #فلسطين #lebanon #عرب تمبلر #free palestine #free gaza #free usa

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stealingyourbones · 5 months

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Short DPXDC Prompts Masterlist #801-850

801. ring of RAGE 802. Damian Mind Control 803. Integrating Into Society 804. Fish In The Pond 805. Damian's Dog 806. Damian's Informant 807. Ancient Customs 808. Billy & Danny 809. Danny Possesses Tim's Shadow 810. Danny Clone of Connor 811. Ted Kord Recruits Fentons 812. Danny Pals With Bats 813. Jason Borrows Johnny's Motorcycle 814. Ivy Teaches Sam 815. Danny Falls Into Puddle Uno Reverse 816. Dani Is Elephant's Foot 817. Barry Pulls Dani Out Of Speedforce 818. Flashes Use GZ To Time Travel 819. Dream Merge AU DeadOnMain 820. LoA Stalks Danny 821. Sam Meets Ivy & Harley at College 822. ACME Levels of Fuck You 823. Cute Anger Management 824. Goonion (Ghost Union) 825. Steph & Danny School 826. Dora & Beast Boy Are Buddies 827. Dora Protects Beast Boy 828. Magic School Bus Field Trip 829. Wes Mistaken For Wally 830. Danny Looks Like Tim & Alien 831. Eldritch Younger Brother Tim 832. Danny Clone Misunderstandings 833. DC Is Danny's Original Writing 834. Boxy Supports OSHA 835. Kitty Joins Birds Of Prey 836. Cass Knows Danny Is In Wayne Manor 837. Danny Meets Superman On Moon 838. Sam Meets Swamp Thing 839. Lancer Works In Gotham 840. Tucker Becomes A Speedster 841. Damian Adopts A Yeti 842. Sam Gives Info To Clark Kent 843. Dash/Jason Bookshop AU 844. Jason Time Core Time Travel AU 845. Jazz Psych Teacher 846. Kwan Two Face 847. Jason/Johnny 13 Meet Cute 848. Duke & Dash School 849. Danny & Billy Roadtrip 850. Danny's Dick Clone

#dpxdc #bones prompts #bones masterlist

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blizzardfluffykpop · 1 year

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Frozen Treats

Summary: Having ice cream on a cold day.

Oneshot

Fluff, Established Relationship au

Word Count: 825

Jiseok (Gaon) X Reader

Requested: about the 12 days of winter year, can you please write the prompt #1 about xh's jiseok? i'd love for it to be gender neutral too:D thank you sooo much<333

Prompt: 1. “It’s freezing out– and you want ice cream?” “Yeah.” “Let’s go get some!”

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You're lying upside down on the couch, throwing a tennis ball toward the ceiling and catching it. All while Jiseok is busy playing on his phone. Every once in a while, clicking the button to skip the ad on the television, “I’m bored~” You ring out, “You could be playing with your phone too–” You pout as you throw the tennis ball back up, “That’s boring–! There has to be something else we can do.” He scrunches his nose up, finally looking over at you, “Well, how about we play some video games?” It’s your turn to scrunch your nose up as you shake your head at him, “We do that every time we hang out." You say as you catch the tennis ball. Before it hits you, “How does ice cream sound?” He guffaws, “It’s freezing out– and you want ice cream?” You grin, “Yeah.” He smiles back as he helps you to your feet, “Let’s go get some!”

The two of you laugh as you bundle up. And Jiseok goes, “You look like a jumbo marshmallow.” You laugh, pointing at his attire, “You look like a pile of laundry.” The two of you laugh at each other before braving the cold weather. Thankfully, everyone had shoveled and salted their sidewalks this morning. You think as the two of you walk beside the snow-covered grass. “If it were warmer out, I’d hold your hand.” He whispers, and you grin, “Well, how about I wrap my arm in yours so we can stay close?” He smiles, “I’d like that.” You quickly put your arm through his and shove your hand back into your pocket. You reach the crosswalk and lean your head onto his shoulder until it says it’s okay to walk across.

You pass three more storefronts before you reach the ice cream parlor and walk in. Unsurprisingly, there is no one else here but you two and the person behind the counter. “Hello!” They chime out, and you both happily go ‘hello’ back. They give you both time to figure out your ice cream flavors. Once you pick out your favorite flavors and pay for them, you sit across from each other in front of the window. “Oh wow, it’s starting to snow!” You say cheerily, and he nods, “It’s supposed to be light flurries today.” You grin as you dig into your ice cream.

You two exchange sparse conversation as you eat your freezing cold soft serve in the warm parlor. Which is a striking difference from the bitter cold outside, “Do you think we could build a snowman after this?” He asks, interrupting your train of thought. You can’t help but grin, “I would love to!” After you finish your ice cream and throw away the trash, you wish the worker a good day. And walk back to the dorms, arm in arm. Maybe it was because you were in a toasty place. Or because you were eating with your partner. Whatever it was, you didn’t feel the cold you had earlier, even though it was still snowing and bitter cold. You feel warm and comfortable. And make it back to the dorms in little to no time.

You both get to work on the snowman immediately, rolling up a snowball for the base. And you make the middle, while Jiseok makes the head. After finding two branches and making them his arms, you ask, “Oh, do we have coal?” He shakes his head, “No, but we have pebbles!” You grab a handful of pebbles and create a smile as he picks two larger rocks for the eyes. He pats his pockets, “Do you have anything for a nose?” You think for a moment before remembering the bouncy ball you had in your pocket. And pull it out and push it in the middle for a nose, “Lastly, a scarf and a hat.” You both say in unison. And you pull off your scarf as Jiseok pulls off his hat, and two of you place them both on him. You both step back from him, and Jiseok brings you close, “Look at what we did!” You grin, “It’s perfect!”

You head inside together, thankful to be back in the warm dorm. “You know, I’m freezing. But I don’t feel cold?” Jiseok squints, “That sounds like hypothermia.” You roll your eyes, “Not what I meant,” he tilts his head as you put your coat up, “Oh, what did you mean?” You come up beside him and go, “You make even the coldest moments feel warm.” He blushes, “I see.” You giggle, “You’re cute,” and kiss his cheek. He pouts, “That’s not a real kiss!” You laugh as he pulls you in and kisses you, “You’re cute too, you know. I think I’ll have to keep you.” You shake your head at him, “Well, you can’t get rid of me. It’s too late now.” He grins, “I’m glad. I don't ever want to.”

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Fic: When I’m Bad, God’s So, So Good

Klaine Valentine’s Challenge 2023: “Last Dance" by Donna Summers (Day 11 prompt)

Words: ~825 words

Rating: Teen and Up

Summary: Kurt and Blaine become the highest-baptizing companionship in the mission.

I’m back with more vignettes from my Mormon!Klaine universe for Klaine Valentines 2023! This vignette takes place somewhere between Sweet to My Taste and Summer Skies.

My Mormon!Klaine Masterpost.

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On a beautiful day in June, as early morning showers gave way to an enormous double rainbow over the Munich stake center, Kurt and Blaine baptized five people.

“A rainbow!” Holly Holliday effused. “A covenant between God and humanity! Could anything more appropriately symbolic happen today?”

Her immersion—along with those of fellow American expatriates Andrea Carmichael and Dalton Rumba, a friend of Doro and Stefan’s, and Stefan’s brother—made Kurt and Blaine highest-baptizing companionship in the mission.

All this, even as their make-out sessions were growing increasingly intense.

That wasn't how these things were supposed to work. Their kissing was, ostensibly, a sin—or, if not that, at least disobedience to the mission rules. And everyone knew engaging in sin and disobedience on a mission was a surefire way to court failure.

And yet here God was, throwing golden investigator after golden investigator their way. And freaking rainbows.

“It's so strange,” Kurt had said the evening before, holding hands with Blaine on the couch—yes, really, just holding hands. “God doesn't seem to care at all about us kissing.”

“Oh, no, Kurt.” Blaine shook his head vigorously, his eyebrows furrowing. “I think he very much does. I think God embraces the goodness of what we have and builds on it. We've never been more honest with each other. I've never been more honest with myself. And because we’re honest in our own dealings, because we have love at home, we bring that sacred spirit to investigators. A good tree brings forth good fruit.”

Kurt couldn't deny there did seem to be a divine hand at work. In the first place, he had never expected Holly to get approved for baptism while he was still in Germany, given her history of lesbian dalliances and the fact she didn't seem to feel guilty about them at all. Second, they’d run into trouble with the Carmichael-Daltons, when it surfaced in their baptismal interviews that Andrea had an abortion when she was younger and Dalton had served a short jail sentence for his involvement in a show choir bribery scheme.

The three cases had been escalated to the mission president, as all such cases were. And he, after counseling with the baptismal candidates and prayerfully considering their situations, had deemed that these sins were behind them, and they were ready to move forward in faith.

Kurt doubted the previous mission president would have been so quick to forgive.

Everything had aligned to bring these people into the church.

“It truly is a blessed day,” Holly said, standing before the small group of attendees in a fashionable white skirt suit with an angel Moroni pin on her lapel. Kurt stood by her side, translating into German. “This is the first real commitment I've made in my entire life, and I'm so excited to be doing it! Ever since I saw the Book of Mormon musical and how brave the character of Elder Price was, I've wanted to be a part of this church. I need God by me, beside me, to guide me and hold me and—yes—even to scold me. Because when I’m bad, I’m so, so bad. Seriously. It would take more time than we have allotted here for me to go into all of it, and anyway, none of it matters, because I've been redeemed! And with the help of the gospel and this church, I can learn to be less bad and more good, day by day.”

Kurt tried to make the German version of her speech sound a little less loopy. Judging by the smiles on everyone's faces, he either succeeded, or they simply loved loopy converts as much as any other.

“Plus, there's the temple,” Holly continued. “I'm so excited about the temple. Can't wait to put that green apron on!”

Kurt was mortified. On the one hand, the fact that Holly had done so much research into the church and liked all the weird things she’d found out was good reason to think this conversion would be lasting. With most baptisms, you really never knew. Because they didn't know. They didn't know about the church’s history of polygamy. They didn’t know about the plurality of gods. They didn't know that Jesus Christ and Jehovah were the same person. They didn't know about the rituals inside the temple or the covenants they would make there.

But Holly knew everything, because she’d done everything members and investigators weren’t supposed to do. She’d dived into non-approved sources, read anti-Mormon history books and websites, watched secretly recorded videos of the temple ceremonies on YouTube.

Holly knew what she was getting into, one-hundred percent. And she loved every bit of it.

Still, it really wasn’t appropriate to talk about temple clothing at a baptism.

Kurt translated her enthusiasm over the green apron to, “I am so eager to make my temple covenants!”

It wasn’t a literal translation, but it captured the spirit of her meaning without offending the Spirit of God.

#klainevalentines2023 #mormon!klaine #klaine fanfiction #klaine fic #wowbright writes fic #when in doubt put lyrics in Holly Holliday's mouth

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pluralprompts · 9 months

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Prompt #825

Write about a system making their first system friend!

#pluralgang #plural system #plurality #pluralprompt #prompt blog #prompt #plural plurals #fluff #friendship

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beardedmrbean · 6 months

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A congressman in the US House of Representatives is expected to plead guilty to falsely triggering a fire alarm in a Capitol office building.

Rep Jamaal Bowman said in a statement on Wednesday that he would pay a fine "and look forward to these charges being ultimately dropped".

He is facing a single charge of "knowingly" setting off a false fire alarm, according to a court filing.

The New York Democrat has said that he triggered it by accident.

The alarm prompted an hour-long evacuation and came as Democrats were attempting to delay a vote as they sought more time to read a stopgap funding bill and decide whether to support it.

While Mr Bowman had said he triggered the alarm by mistake on 30 September - thinking it would get a door to open while he was in a rush - Republicans accused him of deliberately attempting to sabotage a vote on the bill.

Mr Bowman is due to to appear in DC on Thursday morning for his arraignment on the misdemeanour charge, which carries a maximum penalty of $1,000 (£825) and six months in prison.

According to CBS, the BBC's US partner, Mr Bowman told reporters on Wednesday he would pay the fine and the charges could be dropped after three months if he follows the bail conditions. He called the incident a "lapse in judgment".

He will also write an apology letter.

"Congressman Bowman was treated like anyone else who violates the law in the District of Columbia," the spokesperson for the attorney general for the District of Columbia said.

"Based on the evidence presented by Capitol Police, we charged the only crime that we have jurisdiction to prosecute."

In an affidavit, Capitol police noted there were three signs near the door warning about activating emergency exits and fire alarms and that Mr Bowman had left the area quickly after the alarm was triggered. But the affidavit noted he had denied to police that the act was intentional or that he had meant to disrupt any official proceedings.

#nunyas news

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sangoqueenkoko · 4 months

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DRABBLE MASTERLIST

MAIN MASTERLIST

‼️ - contains mention of blood etc, or angst

what is a drabble?

a drabble is a short work of fiction of precisely one hundred words in length. the purpose of the drabble is brevity, testing the author's ability to express interesting and meaningful ideas in a confined space.

however, here, it’ll be more than 100 words!

am i taking drabble requests? nope! not yet at least… (number and character)

drabble ideas main post! (non-original content)

If you like, please leave a heart and maybe reblog🥺

Posted in numerical order!

kaveh

524 words, drabble prompt: page 1: #8 = “how do you become accidentally married?”

Warnings? Mention of what could be blood (but it’s actually red wine)

part 2

1k words.

Warnings? Mentions of alcohol in general and of what could be blood (but it's actually red wine). Pet names mentioned (Honey, my Love).

chongyun

422 words, drabble prompt: page 1: #13 = “this is stupid. and kind of fun.”

Warnings? Nope! But Chongyun isn’t someone who I use a lot in game a lot! So, I’m sorry that it isn’t long.

kamisato ayato (coming soon, at risk of being rewritten)

698 words, drabble prompt: page 1: #14 = “Please tell me, this is not why you woke me up.”

Warnings? A sad and tired Ayato :(

wanderer

409 words, drabble prompt: page 1: #22 = “this is a stupid excuse.”

Warnings? Wanderer being himself at the end... sort of.

kaeya

290 words, drabble prompt: page 1: #29 = "where did you get the flowers from?"

Warnings? Nope!

kaedehara kazuha

503 words, drabble prompt: page 1: #37 = "is that my shirt?"

Warnings? Brief mentions of sea sickness, but nothing graphic! And a mention of a thunderstorm at sea.

neuvillette

757 words, drabble prompt: page 1: #50 = “it's not what you think it is.”

Warnings? Nope! At least, I don't think so.

arataki itto

825 words, drabble prompt: page 1: #70 = "not our brightest idea."

Warnings? Beans. Not really! Unless you’re an Oni. But seriously, there are no warnings.

events:

alhaitham

1.2k words, Valentine’s Day prompt: “i just asked (Y/N) out…”

Warnings? Two bad words (bastard and fuck)

own made up prompts:

wriothesley

621 words, prompt: “have a safe trip!”

Warnings? Nope!

Last updated: April 18th 2024.

#ELS RECOMMENDATIONS #drabble masterlist #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact x you #gender neutral reader #genshin angst #Genshin fluff

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