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For the prompt game: honey
"Let me show you something," Obi-Wan says, and leads Cody through the forest to a spring-bright meadow. Under the wind and birdsong - the humming of a hive.
The bees go languid and docile when Cody's Jedi walks among them. Cody lets them settle on his hands and arms - he holds very still for them, studies their shining wings and their delicate legs. Obi-Wan laughs, to see it.
Not long after, Obi-Wan comes to him, a softness in his eyes, a honeycomb in his hand.
"Open your mouth, darling," he says, and his hand curls around Cody's jaw, impossibly tender in the way that makes everything go quiet and aching inside.
Cody opens for him. The honeycomb is lush and golden on his teeth and tongue, dripping, spilling over with sweetness. He chases the flavor down Obi-Wan's fingers and wrists, nestles a kiss into his palm, and looks back at him again with lightness in his heart.
#ohhh it's tooth-rotting but i couldnt resist#thank you for the prompt ❤️#ask prompt#six sentence sunday#codywan#smoosey writing
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For DADW: Josephine x Inquisitor (or Leliana) + midnight feasts
Helloooo and sorry for the delay! This ended up quite platonic, and I went with Leliana and Josephine. A little scene from their youth.
@dadrunkwriting
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Leliana strums her lute, her bright smile poking from beneath her mask. Not even her display of virtuosity awakens the aged crowd. Instead, the dinner quests withdraw to small groups and gossip, barely anyone paying attention to her performance.
Someone still stands alone and watches her, however, so she directs her words at the woman as she sings. There's something familiar about her form and the way she holds herself. Is that Lucie? Maybe Anastasia?
She's stuck with the mystery until Lady Cecilie has mercy on her.
One song flows seamlessly into another as Leliana serenades the masked woman, trying to conjure heat onto her dark-skinned cheeks. Her returning smile shines so sweetly, and though Leliana can't see, she imagines it reaching the lady's eyes, too.
Perhaps tonight is not a lost cause, after all.
She channels all her creativity into her performance, invigorated anew. The topics of her ballads grow ever more longing, her delivery ever more romantic.
It doesn't take long for Lady Cecilie to find her and politely relieve her of her duty.
Once she's off the dais and left alone by her benefactor, Leliana makes her way towards the now nervous-looking lady.
“Thank you for your rapt attention, my lady,” she curtsies, eyes glued to hers.
There's a low giggle as the woman returns the gesture. “It was hard not to admire your finger work, Leliana.”
Leliana tilts her head, examining her companion for a moment before it hits her. Josephine Montilyet! Her lute tutor's new student whom she'd met briefly a few times now. She takes her classes after Leliana's, sits in the lobby when Leliana leaves.
Beautiful, radiant, and probably quite gifted. But much too young to be flirting with her! She's sixteen already and Josephine can't be much older than fourteen.
Abandoning her plans at sneaking away with the girl, Leliana brings her lute to her chest. “I could teach you some tricks, if you like?”
She leads Josephine to the dinner table and shows her some trickier chords, relishing in the girl's smile as she succeeds.
If the speed at which the hours pass in pleasant conversation is any indication, they could become such good friends. Tonight is not a lost cause at all.
#dragon age#leliana#josephine montilyet#fanfic#my writing#dadwc#thank you for the prompt ❤️#this was quite a loose interpretation
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hi! <3 for the ask game: sambucky and “give you my word as you take it and run”
Hey a! Okay, so hmm 🤔 this one, I think it would be an alternate version of TWS where the Winter Soldier was sent to take out Sam Wilson, but Bucky ends up breaking free from his programming and takes Sam on a high-stakes action packed adventure to escape the other super soldiers in the Winter Soldier program out to get them now that HYDRA knows Bucky is AWOL as well as stop a hostile takeover by HYDRA sleeper agents within SHIELD. Also, I suppose Steve would be like, "YOU WENT TO SEE SAM, BUT NOT ME" and get annoyed when the reason Sam doesn't make it to their date was because Bucky took Sam on a romantic whirlwind adventure.
send me a title and a pairing and I will give you the summary of a fic I will never write.
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You're writing is godly. Can you take a shot at
09. “I should’ve told you back then, but I didn’t want you to leave.”
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It was the first time in ten years that Steve Harrington had seen Eddie Munson in person, and it was from what felt like miles away in shitty seats up on the balconies, the only saving grace was that Eddie was being tracked like prey by the camera guys, each step, each sway of his hair, each manic, dimpled, toothy grin blown up larger than life on the big screens on either side of the stage. The rest of the band blown up on the ones in the back.
He wasn’t looking at the ones in the back, although the guys suited being up there.
“Steve… he’s uh… Eddie I mean, corroded coffin, they’re playing, y’know? In Indy? Dustin got tickets, but… well they’re not the best tickets, nothing VIP or close to the pit or anything, I don’t think Eddie even knows Dustin’s going, but… we could at least go and see him perform…” it’d been Robin that’d mentioned it, none of them had seen Eddie in person.
He kept in touch when he could with Dustin and his little adventurers, Lucas, Mike, and Erica. But he’d left Hawkins behind with nothing there to hold him back.
There could have been.
Steve knew there could have been, Eddie had told him the night before he’d packed his stuff and left, bore his heart to him in his backyard, hair haloed by the blue light that shimmered off of the pool, nervous but hopeful, he’d offered his heart on a silver platter and Steve… god…
He hadn’t known.
He hadn’t known just how much Eddie meant to him until he was gone, off to stardom with his band, leaving a possible life behind for something else. Could have, should have, would have, it made no difference in the end. Steve had said no when he really meant he needed time to work out his feelings, he’d shut down the possibility before it could grow, and had regretted it ever since.
Eddie had been gone by the following morning, he’d only said goodbye to the kids. Apparently there’d been a record deal offered at his last gig, and his choice depended entirely on whether or not Steve said yes.
Part of him wished he’d have been selfish, part of him wished he’d known his own heart before he’d stupidly let the rejection slip out, things would have been different… but then… Eddie wouldn’t have had this.
He wouldn’t have had a stage, an audience of thousands cheering for him in awe. He would’ve been stuck, in Hawkins, a place that still hated him… Steve was happy for him, truly. Happy that he’d made it, even if it meant Steve could never have him. He could stomp around the stage dressed in denim and leather and shred on a guitar in a way that made Steve’s ears ring but his heart happy, he’d never be tied down to a place that hated him.
He'd never be stuck where the past could haunt him. He could be happy even if Steve couldn’t.
The gig was amazing though, even if Steve stook out like a sore thumb, he’d done his best, wore a little eyeliner, mussed up his hair, he wore Eddie’s old battle vest with the blood stains still visible cause he’d never been able to get them out and Eddie had never taken it back, had seen Steve still had it after they’d won and claimed “it looks better on you anyway” he still looked like someone’s out of place dad, but he was surrounded by the party so, it didn’t matter. Nobody was paying attention to him, nobody was looking for him, Eddie wouldn’t see him from so far away, probably couldn’t even see the row in front of his face with the lights shining on him so brightly.
And yet near the end of the concert, while the band were wrapping up on their final song (before the inevitable encore the audience demanded of them, Dustin claimed it’d probably wind up being Upside Down, or Pariah, two songs he’d always claimed had been inspired by ‘his past’ from the bands last album, they were fan favourites.) A burly guy dressed in a black crew neck with a big white ‘SECURITY’ stretched over his broad chest, flagged him down.
Steve motioned to his ears, he couldn’t hear shit over the music, and could barely hear shit on a regular day, but that particular security guard, simply signed the words:
‘Not in trouble, come with me.’ confidently, as if he knew Steve would understand it. Only when Steve frowned in confusion and signed back
‘why’ did the guy thrust his thumb over into the stage’s direction. The band.
Steve, feeling suspicious, turned to look toward the party, only to find Dustin giving him a thumbs up, and Robin making shoo motions with her hands. Scheming little shits knew he wouldn’t think twice about attending if the seats were so far away. Would think it was safe, that he wouldn’t have to face Eddie. Face his terrible decision that worked out for one of them but not the other.
He wouldn’t have to find himself waiting backstage in a quiet room behind a door labelled ‘Talent’ because of course he’d go. His traitorous legs and heart would force him to go at the mere chance of seeing Eddie again, of seeing him up close, of talking to him, of the chance to fix a mistake he’d made years ago even if his new answer wouldn’t change anything between them. It’d been too long, Eddie wouldn’t still want him when he could have anyone.
If they had told him, he wouldn’t have to see Eddie, quietly (a word not many used to describe the man) enter, his back facing Steve as he closed the door just as quietly as he’d entered. His hair was longer.
The curls fuller, they reached down to his mid-back now and glistened with a mixture of product and sweat, Steve still wanted to touch, still mourned the fact that he’d never gotten the chance to.
“Y’know… When ol Dusty bun said he’d get you here… I wish I’d have believed him. I owe him 20 bucks now.”
“You bet on me coming?” Of course he did.
Eddie turned to face him, a small wistful smile on his cheeks that just hinted the presence of dimples. “Wouldn’t you if you were in my place? Steeeeve Harrington, at a metal concert? Pfft, seems a bit farfetched. You even dressed up too, shit, man, I guess that’s forty bucks. Vest still suits you more.” Steve let his head duck down a little, his cheeks warming under the mans gaze, unsure of the feeling within it. He didn’t know Eddie anymore…
Had he ever really known Eddie though? Had he ever given them chance to know each other outside of sharing trauma and comparing matching scars?
“…Why?”
“Hm?”
“Why am I back here, Eddie? Why’d you call me back here? Why not the party, they’re here too, they’d probably wanna see you too, it’s been years… why?”
“Ah. Dustin told me to, said I should have another go at something I tried years ago that didn’t pan out very well for me the first time around… has been chatting my ear off about it every time he calls… I guess I finally humoured him.” Something he tried years ago? Involving Steve? “Listen, Steve… I—”
Steve cut in, he shouldn’t have, but words just… had to burst from him driven by a flickering ember of hope, he had to, even if it wasn’t the path Eddie’s words were taking, he had to, with hope driving him on “I should’ve told you back then, but I didn’t want you to leave.” Eddie’s mouth shut, his head tilting to the side a little in uncertain interest “I didn’t know… I should have just told you, I didn’t… I wasn’t sure, shit, Eddie… I’d never… you—I’d never felt like… like that for a guy before… I didn’t know what it meant, I should have said—I should have told you that I just needed more time… that I wasn’t ready to answer but… but I didn’t want you to leave. I didn’t know you’d be gone by the time I woke up. By the time I realised I was wrong, you were gone.” He wanted time, but his words had come out wrong.
He’d stumbled through them like he stumbled through everything, struggled to get the right words out and they’d wound up wrong. So so very wrong. “And you didn’t think to call?”
“Heh, you were on your way to fame, Eddie and you didn’t exactly leave a number, Dustin told me you had a chance at stardom… why would I want to weigh you down? Where would I fit in in this life of yours, Eddie? I’m no one, you could have anyone.”
“Mmn, anyone. Even if the one I want believes himself to be no one?” Hope burned brighter, its embers brilliant and warm. “So… can I try again? Or was Dustin wrong?”
“Did you make a bet with him about this too?”
“Absolutely, I’d owe him two hundred bucks if he’s right.”
“Would it be worth it if I said try again?”
“God, Sunshine, I’d drain my entire bank account right into that little buttheads pocket without a care in the world if it meant he was right… i never stopped...” Eddie stepped closer, "I never stopped wanting... even though I wished for the longest time that I could stop... it's always been you, Steve..." now close enough to be within reach, his voice quiet but hopeful “so... is he right? Should I try again?”
“…Please try again.” This time… he wouldn’t be saying no.
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Hi friend, how are you 😙
I have some lyrics for yooooooou 💕
They shake their heads saying: God, help her, when I tell 'em he's my man
But your good Lord doesn't need to lift a finger
I can fix him, no, really, I can
And only I can
“Caroline, you can’t go after him! He will kill you!” Elena yelled, grabbing hold of her arm to stop her.
Her words barely registered. Not when the searing pain in Caroline’s chest kept flaring up, accompanied a perhaps inexplicable anger. How could they have done this without telling her? If they had just said something- if they had just remembered to include her for once, then she could’ve made them see reason. She could have prevented all of this.
A body was laid on Elena’s living room; it looked half destroyed and ashen. She could still recognize it as Kol’s.
She’d never interacted with him much, and, truth be told, she hadn’t exactly been planning on extending her time in his company. And yet- a knot formed in her throat anyway. Where was Klaus?
“He will be back any time to kill you all! You murdered his brother. One he actually cared about. This is not like anything else- He will not let this go, Elena. I have to- if I talk to him, maybe I can convince him to let you go. Or at least buy you time. I-“
Her voice broke off. What was that conversation going to be like? How could she convince him not to avenge his little brother’s death? But if she didn’t say anything… He would come after her friends. She was the only one who could prevent more bloodshed. Would he even listen to her? Would he believe her when she told him she hadn’t known?
Klaus knows you, a voice whispered in the back of her mine. He had always been able to tell when she was telling the truth. Had always been able to see through her, to see her entirely. It would have to be enough. It would be enough.
“Why do you think he will listen to you? He is murderous, Caroline. You can’t distract him this time. I won’t let you put yourself in danger so that-
“I will not be in danger,” she said firmly. Too firmly. With too much certainty.
Elena faltered. Eyes widening in surprise then brows furrowing. “How do you know that?”
Caroline felt her heart racing. Her lips parted and closed twice, as she tried to find the words to form a confession. Her eloquence fell short for once, and she was left in silence, staring at her friend as her face betrayed far too much emotion. Guilt at secret she had been hiding. Hurt. Anger. And something that was beginning to look a lot like love.
“Elena.” It was Stefan who broke the silence. The look in his eyes too understanding.
Elena’s face crumbled, her mouth opening as understanding dawned upon her. “Oh, no. Care. What have you done?”
Caroline squared back her shoulders. “He won’t hurt me.”
send me lyrics from ttpd and i’ll write a minidrabble 🤍🖤
#klaroline#klaroline fanfic#klaroline fanfiction#galvanizedfriend#does this make sense with the lyrics? BARELY#does this make sense at all? cant tell#but first thing ive written in literal months 🥹#there you go friend#thanks for the prompt ❤️
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I have a silly request/idea but before I say it, I just wanna tell you that your blog rocks my world. Your Martian art is scrumptious nom nom nom nom it is so wonderful and I smile every time it pops up on my feed ‼️💝🩷
Okay so: the "ah yes, my girlfriend and her 500 dollar four foot tall mareep" prompt but with Seb and Mark and Seb's 500 dollar five foot cinnamonroll plush.
xoxoxo love ur work 💕
#ask#my art#sebastian vettel#mark webber#martian#sebmark#thank you so much for liking my art ; that means a lot to me…. wahhh giving u hugsa and kisses#thank you also for the prompt heheh ive drawn this meme before but not with martian so i was happy to do it!!!!!#i like how ur mind works…….#REALLY THANK YOU FOR YOUR KIND WORDS. IDK WHAT ELSE TO SAY BUT. Y HEART IS FULL.#ILL CONTINUE DRAWING THESE BOYS TILL MY LAST DAYS#❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
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Honeyboo, I know you said you don't do HC's and stuff, but can you imagine Driver!Jake as he is driving RichGirl!Reader around on a shopping day and he has to carry all of her bags after her as she is going from store to store cause her daddy said so 💀
(it's not that i don't do them, per se, i just don't think about them until someone asks me lol 😆)
ooo i can see this taking place both before they're together and after. 👀
if it's before, jake would probably be kind of annoyed (and perhaps even a little insulted) to be reduced to a literal bag boy--though, he can't lie, the bonus her daddy gave him is more than generous enough for him to swallow his pride for one afternoon. she's polite enough to him initially, thanking him for holding doors for her and apologizing to him when she just wants to try on just a few more dresses.
but then she meets up with some friends.
he can see them from where he stands at the front of the store, his arms laden with shopping bags. she and her friends are looking at him, not at all trying to hide that fact as they're whispering and giggling about him like school girls. jake is torn between being annoyed and amused (but mostly he just wishes he could have a cigarette). her friends spend the rest of the day shamelessly flirting with him (one even tries to get his phone number) and he thinks he must've imagined the spark of jealousy in your eyes.
if they're already together? well...she'd obviously spend the day torturing him. instead of making him wait at the front for her, she tells him she needs him in the dressing rooms. she makes him sit in the waiting area and models every single outfit for him. there's one particular dress, one with a slit that goes up your thigh that leaves little to the imagination, that he almost begs you to buy, if only so he can peel it off of you at some point in the near future.
the smirk on her face as she buys it tells him how obvious his desire was.
he's about to take her home (maybe practice getting her out of that dress) when she asks him to make just one more stop. he does as asked, of course, and he drives to the store. he doesn't think anything of it until he walks in with her and sees it....all the lingerie.
he practically swallows his tongue when she asks him to accompany her to the dressing rooms.
it's the end of the day and the store is (blessedly) empty so they have the dressing room to themselves. just as jake is giving himself a pep talk, telling himself he can do this, that he can control himself, that he will not fuck her in the middle of this high-end boutique, she walks out of the dressing room in the most beautiful set of lace and silk scraps he's ever had the pleasure of laying eyes on.
he wants to rip them off her with his teeth.
in the end, he does end up fucking her in the middle of this high-end boutique, his hand over her mouth muffling her cries of pleasure as he pounds into her over and over.
as she comes around him, her pleasure dragging him over the edge too, jake has the thought that maybe being a bag boy isn't actually as bad as he'd thought it'd be. 😇🤭
#see what i mean lol#i just need a prompt 😆#hehe thanks for sending this in bb🥰❤️#what a fun rabbit hole to go down#dolli tag#my fic#i guess#jake lockley x reader#sorry if this switches in tenses at any point#my brain kept putting 'you' instead of 'her' lol
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I got a challenge for you with the writing prompts 👀 use 16, 17 AND 18 together. (Steddie, obviously)
16. "Excuse you?"
17. "This is all your fault!"
18. "I shouldn't be in love with you."
You’re choice on who says what 😌 (also doesn’t have to end happy, but we do love our angst w/happy endings)
Ooh I love this!!! I hope you didn’t necessarily mean in order, because, well… you’ll see. 😉
Dustin’s face is red. There are tears streaking down his face. Steve’s heart breaks as he reaches for Dustin and gets pushed away.
“This is all your fault!” Dustin screams, and Steve feels his fractured heart break irreparably.
“What?” He whispers, unable to believe he had heard correctly.
“It’s your fault!” Dustin insists, still crying. “If you hadn’t said what you did, Eddie would still be alive!”
Somehow, Steve’s heart breaks more. “Dustin-”
“No!” Dustin yells, pushing Steve away once more. “Just- just leave me alone!” He turns away, and no amount of pleading makes him turn back.
Steve leaves. Doesn’t know where he’s going until he’s at the cemetery, sitting in front of Eddie’s headstone. His body isn’t here; it’s still in the Upside Down somewhere. Steve will never forgive himself for that. He thinks, distantly, that he’s numb, in shock.
A dull laugh tears its way out of his throat. “He said it’s my fault,” he says. “Dustin, that is.” His throat clicks when he tries to swallow. “Said if I hadn’t said what I did, you’d still be alive. I hope- God, I hope that isn’t true. I don’t know what I’d do if it is. And I know he’s just looking for someone to blame, he’s grieving, I get that, but… it hurt. Y’know? Cause I thought we were past all that… that bullshit. Of thinking I’m still King Steve. Of thinking I’m not good enough, no matter what I do. Of thinking it’s not tearing me apart.” He shakes his head. Vaguely realizes he’s crying. “I just… God, I feel so stupid saying this, but… if there’s any way… just. Give me some sort of sign. Let me move on, at least. Let me be strong for everyone else still grieving you.”
He waits a few minutes, not terribly hopeful, but waxing more disappointed as the time passes. “I’m, uh. I’m choosing to believe there’s nothing you can do, instead of thinking you can’t hear me or something. I’m gonna come back, I swear. I dunno about the kids, but I know you love- um. You loved them. And you’d want to know how they’re doing. So I’ll at least tell you about them.”
Another minute passes as he wrestles his emotions under control, wiping the last errant tears from his eyes. “Same time next week?” He asks, imagining Eddie would grin and wink at him, say something like, “As long as you’re paying!”
With that thought, Steve stands and leaves.
He’s back next week. Says, as soon as he sits down, “Dustin’s not mad at me anymore, so that’s something. I think Claudia probably talked some sense into him. He’s just kinda… listless, now. Will too. I think, uh. I think he was hoping to talk to you. I dunno…” he sighs, tries to organize his thoughts. “I’m safe. That’s first of all. So if you are… it’s fine. Robin showed me a zine she brought back from a trip to Indy. Apparently the handkerchief means something. I didn’t know that until, like, three days ago. And it’s not that Will’s gonna start putting a hanky in one of his back pockets, but… I’ve seen the way he looks at Mike, y’know? And I wish I could help but I’ve got no experience with guys. Robin would be willing, but…” he chuckles. “She’s strictly into boobies. Which is kind of an inside joke, for us. Y’know she came out to me in a Starcourt bathroom while we were high off our asses with Russian truth serum? That’s one of the apocalypses we helped avert. Well, the Russians themselves weren’t the apocalypse. There was… well. It’s a whole thing. Billy Hargrove, remember him? He got mind-controlled. I hit him with a car because he was gonna kill Nance and them. He was fine, it wasn’t really him, y’know? Then he sacrificed himself. I’ve seen Max cry twice in the time that I’ve known her. She didn’t even cry when she sprained her ankle trying to land a flip. But she cried then. God, she was inconsolable. And he sacrificed himself for her. I think, for a while, she wished it had been her, instead of him.” He sighs, stands, smiles wanly at Eddie’s name. “Edmund, huh?”
He imagines Eddie’s smirk. “No relation to the Pevensies,” he’d say with a wink and a bow, “though I, too, came out of a closet.”
So it goes, week after week, month after month. The days get shorter and colder, then longer and warmer.
“Will came to me a few days ago,” he whispers one spring day. “Scared outta his mind. But he did it, and he was so brave, and I told him what I could.” He manages a smirk. “And it turns out we’re not too different after all. I’ve been… thinking, recently. And talking to Robin, and man, that was a trip. Turns out the normal, straight amount of flirting with the guys is zero. I don’t think I’m the only one to blame, though, because thinking back on it, Tommy got really close sometimes, before we fell out, and Billy had that whole… thing going on, which I honestly figured was just California bully, but it turns out no, they probably weren’t straight either. Which. That took me a few days to digest. So I’ve been thinking about it and I think I just… never let myself like guys? But I definitely like both. I just always went with girls ‘cause that’s what was expected, y’know? So that was a lot to process. It’s still a lot to process, honestly. But I’m getting there? Or I think I am. I at least had something to tell Will, so. There’s that.” He chuckles. “Y’know you’re the third person I told? Will was second. Robin was first, though she kinda told me, instead of the other way around. Sometimes I dunno what I’d do without her. Most times, actually, I dunno what I’d do without her.”
He thinks about Eddie’s grin, the tilt of his jaw. “Welcome to the club.” He’d probably bow. It feels like something he’d bow about. “We have nothing for you because America is a capitalist pigsty and we are all naught but its pawns.”
Steve leaves.
The weeks pass. He returns faithfully, like clockwork.
“It’s been a year,” he whispers one day. “This wasn’t supposed to happen. You were supposed to make it. You were supposed to run, goddammit, why didn’t you run?” He bends in half as the tears come, burying his face in his knees. “Damn you,” he hisses. “This is all your fault, y’know that? I don’t even know how, but I’m in love with a dead man. Do you hear me, Eddie Munson? A dead man! I shouldn’t be in love with you!” He sobs for a few minutes, then forces himself upright. “And the worst part is I’m not even mad at you. Not really. I just- God, why can’t you be here? Why didn’t you run?”
Footsteps behind him. He stiffens, but doesn’t move until he hears the voice, vaguely amused. “Excuse you,” he says, and Steve whips around to find Eddie Munson staring back at him. “I did run. Or I tried. Those fuckers are fast, man.”
“Oh,” Steve whispers, drying his tears. “Great. Now I’m hallucinating.”
Hallucination-Eddie kneels beside him, wipes tears from Steve’s cheeks. “Could a hallucination touch you?” He whispers.
Steve stares for a minute before the dam breaks and he’s falling into Eddie, sobbing. “I know,” Eddie murmurs. “I know. I’m so sorry. If it’s any consolation, I definitely did die. I just… didn’t stay dead.” He runs a hand over Steve’s back. “And if it’s any consolation, I was able to hear every one-sided conversation. I appreciate the updates on the kids. And, uh.” He swallows. “I’m pretty sure somewhere along the way, I fell in love with you, too.”
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#hope this is angst enough for you#honestly?#I hope you cry#that means I did my job right#stranger things#eventual steddie#eddie munson#steve harrington#dustin henderson#briefly#writing prompts#prompt 16#prompt 17#prompt 18#this was a lot of fun!!!#thank you friend ❤️#starambles
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Unseasonable, for your prompts. <3
"It wasn't supposed to rain today," Obi-Wan comments, but in truth it's lovely, lovely, the midsummer rain light and cool and misty where they walk under the wide sweep of the stars, belly full, warm and tipsy and flushed and alive.
"We've had worse surprises," Cody says from beside him, and Obi-Wan laughs, because the Force is singing all around him, and Cody is beautiful in the rain, and there's something buoyant in his chest that makes him feel young again and quite in love with every star and raindrop, the wide galaxy and every soul that shines in the Light of the Force.
Cody's watching him laugh, eyes warm and dark, and then he's taking his hand, leading him into an alcove where Obi-Wan lets himself be sheltered by his heat. Obi-Wan raises his robe over them, and kisses him in a hallowed space, alone with Cody's smiling lips and reverent hands and his good, good heart.
(AKA: I saw this gif and lost by entire mind...)
#sorry this took so long omg thank you for the prompt nonny!! ❤️#i am not sure when this would happen omg feel free to have your own theories!!#i'm down with the 'rona and tbh i just wanted them to have a good time for once ❤️#ask prompt#codywan#(way more than) six sentence (no longer) sunday 🫣#smoosey writing
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"I'm a fool for believing you meant what you said" with bruce & jason maybe?
send me a prompt :)
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Bruce refused to even breathe. Wouldn’t give Jason any reason to believe he was there. He watched as Jason sat alone in the cemetery, smoking right next to his own grave. Bruce wondered if he should say something or quietly turn around and give him space.
“So, do you want to come over here or are you just gonna keep lurking back there?” Jason called out before he could decide. Bruce cleared his throat and stepped closer.
“Hello, Jason.”
“Hello.” Jason took a drag from his cigarette and blew smoke out into the air. “What brings you here?”
“I’m… I didn’t mean to–”
“Because I’m here for Sheila’s grave,” he continued. “But I’m guessing you’re here to check out the empty grave next to hers.”
Bruce watched as Jason twisted the cigarette between his fingers, letting the ash hit the ground in front of him. “I didn’t know you smoked anymore,” Bruce said instead of answering.
“I don’t,” Jason replied. “But since Sheila smoked over me while I was dying, I think it’s only fair that I smoke on her grave.”
Bruce grunted, and the two of them fell into silence. Jason stared at Sheila’s headstone. Bruce stared at Jason’s.
“I didn’t know for a long time,” Bruce said quietly. “I didn’t know that she let Joker–”
“I know,” Jason said. “But I forgave her a long time ago, so I don’t think any of it really matters anymore.” He flicked ashes onto the ground, then added, “Well, some of it still matters.”
Bruce sighed quietly. He never knew the right words to say. It felt like every conversation caused the rift between them to grow until they were so far apart it felt like it had never been different.
Even when the two of them were right there, nothing ever seemed to fix it. They were strangers that knew everything about each other.
“Do you think I would have stayed with her?” Jason asked out of the blue, not tearing his eyes away from the headstone.
“No,” Bruce answered immediately. “I should have done a background check before letting you meet her, I would have found her affiliation with Joker and everything that she did.”
“But if it weren’t like that,” Jason mumbled. “If she really was who I thought she was, would you have let me stay with her?”
“I… I don’t know,” he responded honestly. “I would’ve let you choose, but I… I loved you, Jason. It would have been hard to let you go.”
Jason nodded silently, then took another puff of the cigarette. He watched the smoke rising into the sky, keeping his gaze fixed as it dissipated.
“Past tense, huh?”
“What?”
“You said ‘loved,’” Jason said. “Past tense.”
“That’s not what I meant.”
“Really?” he scoffed. “Well, I guess that’s on me for believing you meant what you said.”
“I didn’t mean–”
“It’s fine,” Jason interrupted, putting out his cigarette on the gravestone and standing up. “Shit changes. We’re not the same people we were.”
“I know,” Bruce said quietly.
Jason looked at him for a moment, none of his feelings showing on his face. Bruce feared Jason learned that from him.
Jason shifted his gaze to his own grave, then looked back to Bruce. “Sorry about your dead son.”
#this one is a lil short but <3 thank you for the prompt ❤️#i did change it a little bit tho oops !#jason todd#bruce wayne#dc#fanfic#my writing
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My current WIPs, in the order I last looked at them and for which I have actually written something
thank you for tagging me @kimchaybrainrot I love u (also I am 👀 at all of those but especially the KenBig HI I'M LISTENING INTENTLY.)
Chart Topper chapter 7 (Arm) - I've been working on this today! I love the concept for this chapter and it's finally getting there 🥰
Burnout aka "phoenix fic" - ah yes. the KenBig wip that was supposed to be a lil 2-3k fic that only took a week or so to write... that is now sitting at 20k four months later and still isn't done. rip. I love it so much though, I'm so excited to be able to share this one
assorted kiss prompt ask game ficlets - whoops. TWO MONTHS AGO I did an ask game for fic prompts to try and get me out of my writer's block.. and it worked! I posted 6 kiss prompt ficlets! but uh. there are 11 more in various states of completion 💀 personal faves include some ArmTankhun, some fucked up KenBig, and some RamKing ft Ram wearing a skirt 👀
ArmKhun fake dating fic - one of my favourite fic concepts EVER that has sadly taken a backseat in my brain because of Chart Topper and Burnout. but SOON I will return to my beloved
f/f KimChay - uhhhh. this is just shameless femslash pwp because. I think they should have been lesbians.
Let Me Live in Your Mind chapters 3 & 4- this fic is not abandoned I promise I'm still working on it! I'm just. slow 🫣
Footnotes aka "the Big and Ken centric pain and sadness compilation" lmao - this was suuuuch a huge project for me that I started basically immediately after KinnPorsche ended that just. idk. it's so long. it's not abandoned but it's very much on the back-burner rn
there are also many many half-written oneshots in there that I didn't put in the list because they'll probably never get finished (RamKing fake dating au, ArmKhun fic where Khun kills Korn, a KimChay exes with benefits thing, etc etc...) I just hoard WIPs like a dragon in a cave I can't help it!
I think lots of people have already been tagged so sorry if this is a double tag! but I'm tagging @sidras-tak @giraffeter @tumsa @prismatic-witch @days-of-storm @cytharat @snickerdoodlles - but no pressure of course! 💖
#UM if you sent me a kiss prompt for the ask game that i haven't got to yet... i'm sorry that it's been 2 months 🫣#the plan was to write tiny lil 300-400 word things and then i just kept getting carried away with them lol#somewhere with snow was a kiss prompt ficlet that ended up being 3.3k 💀 but it's also one of my favourite things i've ever written so.#i'm glad i keep getting carried away with them#thank you for tagging me!!!!#this was so fun ❤️#tag game#darcey.txt
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Oooooo! Could I please get an Omega Prompt Number 1 of Alpha Kylo/Omega Hux? If you'd be so kind!
1. “Uh, no- Please stop! I HAVE AN ALPHA, YOU ASSHOLE!”
It had been a good night up until this point.
The Vomian system has been conquered. All five of its planets and subsequent moons have fallen under First Order rule, giving them access to one of the main shipping lanes in the Mid-Rim and planets that are so rich in ore that they’ll have enough to power a new fleet of star destroyers.
An acquisition on this scale requires a celebration.
The Finalizer is in orbit in the Vomian system, though Hux is sure that the residents on the planet below will be able to hear the music and commotion coming from the recreational hall. He looks down at his comm, checking the latest message on it before heading for the exit.
“Aren’t you staying, General? This is your victory!” Lieutenant Mitaka stumbles up to Hux, having left Thannison behind on the dancefloor.
“I think not, Dopheld,” Hux says, noting how much his beta friend smells like alcohol. “I have someone waiting for me. And I must retire before my eardrums cave in from this dreadful music.”
“It’s DJ Rebo! The hottest Ortolan mixer!”
Hux scrunches his nose as the baseline drops. “It’s just noise to me, I’m afraid. But you enjoy yourself, my friend. I’ll see you on the bridge tomorrow. Goodnight, Dopheld.”
“G’dnight, General, sir!”
With that, Mitaka finds himself back on the sparkling red dancefloor with Thannison, their arms waving in the air with the rest of the younglings of the Finalizer. Hux smiles, recalling a time where he would sneak out of his academy dorm to find the secret gatherings of cadets to listen to the newest and hottest music from Courascant and drink from the bottles of liquor stolen from their tutor’s offices. Their music was loud and their behaviour was wild; Cadet Armitage would report them all for gross misconduct to the head of the academy before sneaking back to his dorm and sleeping contently.
Hux chuckles to himself. He’s too busy reminiscing about those times at the academy to hear the footsteps behind him, to smell the scent of a sexually aggressive alpha in the air. The moment he doesn’t become aware, it’s too late. A hand is clasped over his mouth and he’s being pulled into a quieter and narrower corridor, body shoved against the wall.
His belly is full of whiskey and rum, sloshing around and making the feeling of panic more like a herd of banthas raging through his gut. His attacker is laughing, pressing their large body against Hux’s, forcing the omega to share the heat radiating from their knot.
“Little General,” the officer says. “You should know better than to leave a party alone. Didn’t anyone teach you that a lone omega is the perfect prey? You never know who might be watching you.”
Hux blink, suppressing a moan when the officer’s knee presses up between his pliant legs. He recognises the man—alpha—to be Colonel Verral, a very capable and well-trained officer who helped lead the last of their troops to victory in Vomian’s capital.
“Colonel,” Hux pants, struggling against the alpha’s great weight and against the blurriness of his own alcoholic intoxication. “Get your hands off me.”
“I saw how you were looking at me in that last siege, omega,” Verral says, practically drooling. He’s drunk too, though much more heavily than Hux. There’s a distant look in his dark eyes, one that only comes with copious amounts of alcohol. “You wanted me. You saw how strong I was in the face of danger. You were…turned on.”
“I assure you, Colonel, that I was not.”
“Even now, I can smell it on you.” Verral leans in and presses his lips against Hux’s cheek, licking his way down to his neck.
Hux cries out, throwing his head back, “Uh, no! Please, stop! I have an alpha, you asshole!”
“Where is he, little omega?”
“Behind you.”
The sudden use of Kylo’s powers brings Hux to his knees too, having been held up by the invading alpha’s body and, now that he’s been flung across the corridor, the shaking omega can’t find the strength to stand. He trembles, suppressing the urge to throw up.
“I thought you comm’d me to tell me you’d meet me outside,” Hux says, plonking his ass down on the floor and resting his spinning head back against the wall.
“I did,” Kylo says. “I got caught on the dancefloor. The kids wouldn’t let me out.”
Hux blinks, finding that his alpha has very two very flushed cheeks and some celebratory confetti in his dark hair. Even his clothes are askew.
“Ren. How much have you had to drink?”
Kylo looks at his fingers for a moment as if counting but then frowns, pouting. “More than usual.”
“The ‘usual’ is none.”
“True.” The alpha flops down beside his mate, taking him into his arms and cuddling him close until the scent of the invading alpha is gone from Hux’s senses. “Sorry I was late.”
The unconscious form of Colonel Verral lies in a heap across the way. Hux brings his knees up to his chest and curls into Kylo’s side, though they both end up sliding down until they’re lying on the floor, wrapped in each other’s arms.
“Don’t ever be late again,” Hux says, eyes fluttering shut as sleep nears. “Damn alphas.”
Kylo hums, pressing a kiss to the top of Hux’s head.
“Yes, omega.”
#kylux#omega hux#alpha kylo#tw attempted noncon#thank you for the prompt darling! I hope this was okay! ❤️
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An adoring kiss because the other is rambling - Yenralt
Katakans. It was always katakans that seemed to enchant and thrill the children of Beauclair: they could listen to Geralt recite books of text on the beasts, or weave tales of hunts gone awry, and they'd stand gawping until their parents came calling or Geralt suddenly remembered he'd been promised elsewhere sometime ago.
Yennefer perched on a bench beneath the pleasant shade of an old, twisted olive tree, listening to the old witcher's ramblings on about the lesser vampire and the by now well timed reactions of the children - either in awe or feigned horror. A warm breeze carried the scent of fresh baked goods and year round floral blooms.
There was a time the lack of motion, the repetitive nature of it all, would have driven her mad. But now, now she listens to his river bottom voice in all of its channels of patience against the stones of hard lived years, and she feels nothing but reprieve. To be here, enjoying the moment alongside him.
"-the way you tell a katakan's age is by the length of their claws, and this one's claws were - "
Geralt was cut off by a mother's stern call.
The children scrambled while thanking the good witcher for his time over their shoulders.
Yennefer wound her arm around his and set her chin on his shoulder, just in time to catch the look of longing that accompanied his wave good-bye.
"I hope that wasn't too boring to listen to. Again."
The surprised sound caught in the back of his throat when Yennefer seized his lips in a kiss. It melted into a happy sigh as they lingered in the moment, re-exploring every familiar line and curve of the other's mouth.
When they parted, both had flushed cheeks.
"What was that for?"
"Oh, nothing, my darling. Nothing."
#ask meme#the softness continues 🥹❤️#thank you for the prompt 🥰#yenralt#geralt x yennefer#witcher fan fic#my writing
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hi frienddd❤️ (im totally gonna spam your ask box but feel free to choose whichever lyric you wanna use)
guilty as sin
messy top lip kiss , how i long for our trysts
without ever touching his skin , how can i be guilty as sin
Also for @galvanizedfriend who asked for these lyrics too
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She wasn’t doing anything wrong.
In fact, she wasn’t even doing anything. It wasn’t as if she had acted upon any of the… interesting ideas her brain had decided to come up with to torment her late at night. She would chalk it all up to some temporary insanity and, honestly, given the amount of trauma and stress she had gone through ever since she had literally died and come back as a creature of nightmares… it wasn’t as if she could be blamed.
Right?
Caroline held back a sigh, slumping in her chair as she gripped tight onto the table, careful not to break it in her frustration. She could leave. She should leave. Except… she had decided being home all alone was too dangerous given the directions her mind had started to wander, and she could really use the distraction of being around other people.
If only the person she was trying to distract herself from hadn’t decided on a night out as well.
Klaus was shooting pool, out of all things. His siblings playing against him. It seemed almost unreal watching these creatures who seemed to be older than time squabbling and bickering. But what looked very real was Klaus’ backside every time he leaned towards the table.
She bit her lowerlip, her traitorous eyes refusing to look away. God. This was getting ridiculous.
Awful, despicable men who ran her (now ex) boyfriend out of town should not have perfect shoulder-to-waist ratio. Their shirts should not cling to their biceps like that. And they most definitely weren’t allowed to have curls like an angel’s falling over their forehead like that.
She watched as he threw some barb or another after a perfect shot, transfixed. And her gaze must have been burning holes into his back, because he turned around, searching her. And curving his lips into the most sinful smirk when he caught her staring.
Caroline bit down a groan.
He was awful. Terrible. Disgusting. She had to remember that.
Even if Tyler was off to god knows where with god knows who. Even if he had broken up with her through a phone call. Even if her bed felt far too empty and lonely and cold. And even if her mind had become particularly creative and convincing and really, what would a thousand years of experience even feel like?
And maybe, if she just went there once to get this itching done with, she could get this out of her head and move on and-
Nope. Not going there.
She forced herself to close her eyes, even as her breath quickened, images pouring in her brain in flashes of kisses and entangled limbs and the overwhelming scent of him. And-
Caroline opened her eyes to find Klaus sitting across from her at her table, a knowing smile on his lips.
“Good evening, love.”
#klaroline#klaroline fanfic#klaroline fanfiction#heatherstyles#thank you so much for the prompt ❤️#guilty as sin was the first song in the album I immediately thought was PERFECT for kc#and yep still doing these 😭#i just havent had much time
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Thank you to you all people that recommended me whump stories with vampires being whumpees in this post .
Thanks to you I found some of my new favorite stories. 😭❤️
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you want prompt????
I offer: troglobite
I'm a day later than I planned but :))))
I had Multiple ideas for this and I just tried to combine them all into one but I'm not sure if I like it that much. I feel like it didn't come out very well on camera. I like it enough to post it though so you HAVE to be nice raaa
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