#30 drabbles in 30 days

[thosehallowedhalls]

three princes walk into a bar

Books: Crimes of Passion, The Royal Romance, Rules of Engagement

Pairing: M!Trystan Thorne, Liam Rys, Leo Rys

Rating: Teen

Word count: 1200+

Summary: Liam has been roped into fixing Trystan's public image. Leo? Leo is just along for the ride.

A/N: This is the seventh chapter of the Round Robin 2024 saga, hosted by @choicesprompts.

Over the rim of his martini glass, Trystan examined the two men watching him. 

"You two trying to get into comedy or something? Three princes walk into a bar?"

"I'm a king," Liam corrected.

"I've had to deal with a lot of bullshit this week, Drakovia," Leo shot back, hunched over his own glass. "Don't test me."

"I'm just trying to understand why the two of you sought me out here, Cordonia One and Two. Aren't you," he pointed at Leo, "one of us degenerates in need of a PR miracle? And you," turning to Liam, "a little busy ruling a country?"

Leo downed his whiskey like a shot of tequila. Appalled, Trystan shook his head. "It ought to be a crime to treat a fine blend like that."

"Believe me, if you'd had the week I had," he glared at Liam, "you'd want to gulp down a good whiskey too." 

"Which brings us to why I'm here," Liam added. "I've been assigned as your partner."

"You're fucking with me. How the hell does a king get roped into playing PR consultant in a reality show?"

"Hypothetically, a king gets a desperate call from an old friend after your original partner quit."

"I see Bertrand is not above a guilt trip. Good for him. But what makes you think I want your help?"

Liam leaned closer. "Let's be honest here, Trystan. Your public image is a mess. At this point, short of solving a murder, I'm your only option."

"I'll take the murder. Got any dead bodies handy?"

"Afraid not. And no offense, but I really don't see you as a detective. You're too scatterbrained for that."

"Ouch." Trystan sipped from his martini. "Enlighten me, then, Coach. How do you plan to make an honest man out of me?"

Liam took Trystan's wrist and pushed it down. "First of all, you put that drink down. According to a cursory Google search, there are barely any pictures of you from the past three years, minimum, where you're not holding a drink."

"You're calling me an alcoholic?"

"Considering I haven't seen you in almost eight years, I have no idea. But you certainly look like one, and that’s what matters."

"Ohh, appearance makes reality. Is that a royal saying? I always thought it was a Queen Viktoria saying." 

"It's a rational person saying. The next step is making you look like you have other thoughts besides who you're going to screw next." He made a face. "Maybe Leo could take some pointers there."

"Hey, you're not my partner, I'm just along for the ride. Besides, may I remind you, I'm happily married."

"I'm aware, and I also know you're faithful to Katie. But if you keep acting like you did before you were married, the public will think it's not a big leap from getting wasted and puking on bushes to cheating on your wife."

Trystan exchanged a commiserating look with Leo. "Was he always like this?"

"Unfortunately."

"Pity."

"Back to you," Liam continued unaffected. “You were exiled almost eight years ago, and it doesn't look like you'll be welcomed back into the fold any time soon. We both know you didn't have anything to do with Countess Juliana's death..."

Trystan drank again. "Do we?" He asked softly. 

"Right. I know you didn't have anything to do with Countess Juliana's death." He jerked a thumb in Leo's direction. "So does he."

"You're a lot of things, Drakovia," Leo agreed. "But a murderer isn't one of them."

"Too bad everyone else disagrees."

"Indeed. But you're still a prince, your actions still reflect on your country, and it's only a matter of time before King Maksim and Queen Viktoria tighten the leash."

Trystan sighed and ran a hand over his jaw. His stubble contributed to the general air of dissipation that enveloped him like a mist.

"If you want to keep your comfortable life," Liam continued. "You'll make sure to go from 'drunken waste of space'..."

"Christ, Rys. Why don't you tell me how you really feel."

"... to 'proper gentleman.'" 

"Proper gentleman? Seriously?"

"He can't help it," Leo put in. "Put a man on a throne long enough, he'll start to sound like an etiquette manual. Then again," he turned to his brother. "I'm not sure you weren't born this way."

"Carry on like this, brother dearest, and I'll make sure your partner swaps places with Olivia. She finished with Carrera early anyway, I'm sure she could fit you in."

Leo grimaced. "As I was saying, Liam makes excellent points."

"Coward." Trystan gestured to the waitress. "Bring me another one, will you, darling?"

Liam pinched the bridge of his nose. "Did anything I said in the past twenty minutes get through?"

"Maybe? I vaguely recall something about proper." He laughed when Liam dropped his head into his hands. "Relax, Your Majesty. I'll be on my best behavior all week."

"By whose standards?"

"There goes my loophole." Trystan sighed. "Look, I couldn't care less about my public image, but I'm not in any rush to face my mother's wrath. Besides, you're quite frankly pitiful right now. Saying no would make me feel like I was kicking a puppy. A sweet, annoying puppy."

Leo slapped a hand on the table. “Thank you! That's what he reminds me of! A thirty plus year old mystery, solved in a single night. Maybe you really should be a detective.”

Liam looked heavenward when Trystan and Leo laughed and clinked glasses. Praying for patience, no doubt. "Not quite what I was going for, but I'll take it."

"So what's the plan, oh wise one? We've already covered my drinking.”

“We’re going over the basics.”

“How to Be a Productive Member of Society 101?”

“Exactly. And as your partner…”

Trystan sighed. “Can we come up with a different word? I don't really do partners.”

“As your mentor…”

“Partner it is.”

“... It's my responsibility to make you look squeaky clean for the cameras.”

Leo groaned. “Liam, no. I'll grant you that he needs to improve his reputation, but squeaky clean won't do. People will start theorizing that he died and was replaced with a clone. Or a very elaborate AI video.”

“You might be right. What do you propose instead?”

“He leans into the role of loveable rogue. He works hard, he plays hard. He's aware of his privilege and doesn't take it for granted.”

Liam turned to face his brother. “That's rather good. Why the hell haven’t you been doing that?”

A shadow passed over Leo’s face, but he grinned. “Wouldn’t you like to know? But you’re not my partner, thank God. So let’s focus on our exiled prince here.”

Trystan blew out a breath. “Look, I’d like to get out of this island sooner rather than later. Can we get this over with?”

“Surprisingly, Leo makes a good point. Too big a change wouldn’t feel authentic. You still need to come across as you, just…”

“An upgraded version?”

“Exactly. So.” He pulled out a leather-bound notebook and a fountain pen. “We begin.”

Three hours later, Trystan had a headache, Liam was inching ever closer to a migraine, and Leo… Well, Leo had his face buried in another drink. But the sense of satisfaction permeated the air.

“There’s hope for you yet, Thorne,” Liam said delightedly. “Two more days or so and you’ll be ready for the cameras.”

“Oh joy.”

“But.” He planted his hands on the table and leaned forward. “If you screw this up, I’ll personally make sure that your next partner isn’t as nice as me.”

Trystan laughed. “Fear not, young Jedi. No offense, but I’m done with partners. Never again.”

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[bakuliwrites]

Day One- Gale of Waterdeep

500 Follower Event, 30 Day Writing Prompts Prompt: Relic, Tender, Petrichor, Gale (BG3) Pairing: Gale x Reader Tags: Fluff, Kisses, Cuddling, Slightly Suggestive, Gale Route Spoilers, BG3 Spoilers Word Count: 741

Gale’s dark eyes sweep languidly across the page, no doubt committing to memory the poetic verses written within. You watch from the doorway, comfortably warm in the threshold between cozy library and chilly balcony, a mug of tea slowly cooling in your hands. It brings joy to your heart to see Gale this relaxed. He’s reclined in a loveseat, dressed in his usual soft sleeping clothes and donning a pair of new slippers. The book he’s absorbed in is tome-like in appearance: leather-bound, some sort of ancient relic etched in gold leaf on the cover, a hefty clasp hanging loosely on the edges. You smile to yourself as Gale cautiously turns an onion-skin page, brows furrowed in concentration as he scans the next verse. 

With a small sigh, you lean against the doorframe, looking out to the churning sea beyond. There is something deeply nourishing about your days in Waterdeep. Perhaps it’s the way light rushes across the surface of the sea on clear days, sun glinting brilliantly in the sky, seagulls calling out to one another on the drifting ocean breeze. Maybe it’s the twinkling stars mirrored on the water at night, waves crashing gently to shore and the world silent as can be. It could be the hustle and bustle of the town around you, the familiar sounds of a peaceful life you’d almost forgotten in your adventuring days. Or perhaps it’s the unwavering gentility, the steadfast adoration of the wizard before you. 

Gale catches you staring, the corners of his eyes crinkling with delight at the sight of you. 

“Care to join me?” his voice breaks through your silent musing, eyes softening when you meet his gaze, “Books are always better with company.” 

“Of course,” you return, for how could you refuse such an invitation? You abandon your mug on the coffee table, shivering when a gust of wind brushes through the balcony. With it comes a pleasant whiff of petrichor and brine, a scent you’ll probably forever associate this tranquil afternoon with. 

“Darling, you’re freezing,” Gale worries, shifting in his spot to give you room to lay next to him. The loveseat is hardly big enough for two, but all the more reason to cuddle, you think to yourself. And that was most certainly Gale’s plan, for as soon as you sit down, he draws you into his warm embrace. He’s quick to take one of your freezing hands in his, drawing it to his lips and pressing a tender kiss to your knuckles. He warms it with his breath before sneaking in another kiss to your palm.

“Better?” he ventures, a gentle beam breaking through the gloomy grey of the afternoon. 

“Much,” you softly chuckle, letting your forehead rest against his. This moment is suspended in time, the balcony suddenly a realm of its own. Beyond the soft sound of Gale’s exhales, you can hear a drizzle of rain pitter-pattering on the rooftop, droplets bouncing off the railing and landing in tiny ripples on the water’s surface below. Gale holds your hand to his chest, his other arm drawing you close. Beneath your fingertips is the velvety texture of his shirt, the gentle thrum of his heart. This is nourishment in its purest form: Gale Dekarios, his love silently enveloping you, body and soul. 

You angle yourself to better reach his lips, pressing a tender kiss to them, lingering for a long while. Gale’s tongue softly traces the part in your lips as your fingers tangle in his hair. He moves to press tiny kiss after kiss against your cheeks, eyelids, and jawline. 

“Hmmm,” you hum, when he dips to give some much needed attention to your neck, “You can keep reading if you’d like. I don’t want to interrupt you.”

Gale’s book is long abandoned somewhere on the loveseat. You suspect he might be sitting on it, far too engrossed in you to pay attention to the tome digging into his leg. 

A small chuckle reverberates through Gale’s chest when you inadvertently gasp, his lips ghosting down to your collarbone.

“You’ve well and thoroughly distracted me, my darling,” he admits, “I’d much rather you be the subject of my studies this dreary afternoon.”

“Then you are easily distractible,” you return with an impish smirk. Gale quirks an eyebrow at you.

“Or is it that you and your irresistible charm are incredibly distracting?” he teasingly returns, laughing as he pulls you closer and lays his lips to yours once again.

A/N: I adore Gale. Honestly, I adore all of the companions in BG3. And many of the NPC's haha. I want to write more for him, so maybe a fic in the future? Time permitting, of course. Thank you for reading! Up next in this event will be Portia Devorak from The Arcana!

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[loverofgenya]

３０ ｄａｙｓ ｏｆ Ｐｒｉｄｅ!

Day 4 ; Sanemi Shinazugawa x M!Reader (By @meowzfordayz)

Hihi! :D For your 30 days of Pride event... how about Male!Reader x Sanemi on a lil bubble tea date? <333 Thanks so much for hosting such a meaningful and loving event!

Sanemi could only grumble, glaring at the drink in his lovers hold. He watched as they easily slurped up the drink, not choking on the tapioca balls.

"How do you not choke on thsoe things!" He questioned with annoyance clear in his voice, his own boba sitting on the table untouched. "Theyre a hazard to society!"

Snorting, [Name] rolled his eyes and set his drink down. "Theyre not a hazard to society Nemi. You just dont know how to properly drink it"

"THERE ISNT A PROPER WAY TO DRINK A DRINK! IT DOESNT MAKE SENSE!"

The people around the little cafe the two of them sat in stared, some frightened at the angry looking male.

Huffing in amuesment at his annoyed state, [Name] rolled his eyes. "Just because yo choked on the tapioca balls doesnt mean you have to throw a fit about the drink"

A tick mark could only appear on Sanemis forehead. "I am NOT throwing a fit, [NAME]!"

"Yes you are, you big baby"

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[floralbuckleyswrites]

A Helping Hand

♡ Pairing: Buck/Reader ♡ Genre: Fluff ♡ Word Count: 1,101 ♡ Warnings: None ♡ Summary: When Buck needs some help with Jee-Yun he calls you over. ♡ Note: This is for a 30 day writing challenge I am doing. Day: 2 Parenting & Day 3: Everyone knows but them.

There were not many people you would get out of bed for in the middle of the night, especially after a ten hour shift, but Evan Buckley was one of them. So, when he had called at a quarter past two and begged for help, there was no choice but to leave your warm bed and oblige. Which was why you were currently standing in front of his apartment door, still in your pajamas, tired as hell.

“Uh, hey, Buck?” you said knocking, “it’s me.”

It took a few minutes, but he answered the door, his blue eyes frantic with distress and worry. When Buck had called you, he hadn’t explained why, but as your eyes landed on the crying baby clutched in his arms, you immediately understood.

“Oh thank god you’re here, please come in,” he rushed out, stepping to the side so you could come in.

“Is everything okay with Jee?” You asked, wincing a bit from the loudness.

Buck only sighed, walking past you to go sit down on the couch. He rocked her back and forth gently in his arms, clearly trying to comfort her and get her to calm down.

“She’s been crying non-stop since Maddie and Chimney dropped her off this morning. They'll be out of town for a few days getting some alone time. This is the first time I’ve had her overnight and I guess she’s just not used to it,” he explained over her crying. 

“I see and you called me over here because…?”

“Because I know she’s only met you once or twice, but she did so well with you each time. I just thought it might calm her down to see you and if not, maybe I just needed to see you.” Buck admitted, avoiding your gaze.

“Oh,” you mouthed, trying to process what he had just said.

You and Buck were just close friends and had been for a long time now, but you would be lying if you didn’t have feelings for him. How could you not? He was an amazing guy, impressive firefighter, and all around hunk. The two of you had been tight ever since you joined the 118, which was why you were willing to be here right now. 

Now, you had no idea how Buck felt about you, but sometimes the things he said gave you hope that he just might have feelings. What did he mean by he needed to see you? Why not call Hen or Eddie? They both had kids and could help with the situation. 

Pushing that thought aside, you walked over to him and Jee-Yun. What Buck said was true, each time you had seen her, she had taken to you well. All babies tended to, but it was really just because you knew how to handle them. As the oldest sibling in a single parent household, you had lots of experience raising your younger siblings.

“Let me see her,” you said softly, reaching out your hands. 

Buck gave her to you without hesitation, relief on his face as she easily went into your waiting arms.

“Come here mija, you’re going to be just fine,” you murmured, cradling Jee-Yun closely to you as you began pacing around the living room. 

She slowly started to relax a bit, her cries turning into low whimpers. You started to sing a soft melody to her like your mother used to and after a while she was drifting off to a sound sleep.

Buck watched in surprise and relief, thankful that you had been able to do what he hadn’t been all day. He knew he had made the right choice by calling you over here.

“Where can I lay her down?” you whispered, once you were sure she was ready.

Buck motioned for you to follow him, getting up and leading you into his bedroom where the crib was set up for her.

You laid her down gently, careful not to wake her up as you got her situated and covered her small body with her soft pink blanket. Then you and Buck hurried out, shutting the door quietly so as not to disturb her.

The two of you waited by the door for a moment to see if Jee-Yun would start fussing. Once a minute or two had passed and she was still quiet, you knew she would be down for awhile.

“You are a lifesaver, thank you so much,” Buck said, heading back into the living room with you following after. “If you hadn’t come, she would definitely still be crying.”

“No problem, you know I’d do anything for you,” you said easily. 

It was the truth, you hadn’t known what he needed help with before coming over and that hadn’t mattered. 

“Maybe you could let me do something for you to show my appreciation.” Buck suggested as he turned to you, looking directly in your eyes, a cheeky smile on his face.

You blinked curiously, tilting your head to the side. “Like what?”

“Let me take you out on a date this Saturday night? Maddie and Chimney will be back by then.” He said easily, as if his words weren’t causing your heart to beat faster.

Were you dreaming right now? There was no way Evan Buckley was asking you out on a date. Surely not.

“W…Why would you wanna do that?” You managed to get out after a moment.

“Isn’t it obvious? Maddie’s always telling me how obvious it is. I like you, Y/N. I have for a few months now. I’ve been putting off confessing because after my last relationship I’m a bit nervous,” he admitted with a sigh,” but I guess there’s something about dealing with a crying baby all day that gives you courage.”

You both laughed at that, the slight awkwardness in the air a little lighter.

Shit. A late night confession from Buck was the last thing you expected when you came over here, but you weren’t going to complain at all. Quite the opposite. 

“Um, well, yes. I’d love to go out on a date with you, Buck. If it helps, Chimney always says my feelings are obvious too.” 

Buck looked pleasantly surprised at that. “Really? Well I guess we were the last ones to know.”

“I guess so,” you said shaking your head, “well I should probably go ahead and head out. Call me if you need any more help with her, okay?”

“I will. Thanks again Y/N.”

“Anytime.”

With that you left, the promise of Saturday lingering in the air causing you to smile the entire way home.

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[sev-on-kamino]

30 Days of Blossoming Romance (2)

Day 2: Eye contact across a crowded room (prompt list here)

Cody x femJedi!reader

warnings: Minors DNI just to be safe, this takes place in the space between exchanging confessions of feelings but before things escalate, so it’s suggestive from both points of view, but clothes stay on, and imaginations wander a little

Word count: 990

You only ever tolerated briefings for Cody. You could listen to him talk about anything for hours on end, but your attention span only lasted long enough to accommodate him. Even Obi Wan’s pleasant, almost melodic cadence couldn’t keep your mind from wandering towards Cody.

You found yourself searching for his Force signature whenever you meditated, and you could find it easily now. You were a moon tidally locked to his planet, and you knew it was wrong, but it felt so natural. As easy as breathing.

It had started as a comforting friendship. You were in a new space separated from your Master for the first time since passing the trials, and you were still finding your way. Master Plo knew you needed space from Wolffe as the two of you cared for each other but in the most antagonistic way possible. The constant bickering over who was being the most reckless, who needed the most supervision, who was responsible for whom. Even Plo’s endless well of patience was running low, so he’d contacted Obi Wan to see if some time with the 212th would be possible.

Cody had been the first one to make you feel like you were safe, and had a true place there. Greeting you in the hangar, as you arrived, giving you a tour despite your protests that he needn’t waste time showing you around, and making sure you ate something before showing you to your quarters.

Somewhere amidst the battles where you kept each other safe, the shared meals, the sheer ease of each other’s company, it had gone from friendship to the precipice of something much deeper and far more intimate than either of you were allowed.

You did your best to conceal your feelings. To lock them in the safest part of your heart, but when you were close your Force signature reached for his just as surely as his reached for yours. More importantly during these long, and frequently dull briefings you couldn’t keep your eyes off of him. That was much harder to explain, and Obi Wan’s visiting protégé had been so pleased to let you know you weren’t as subtle as you thought.

The pair of you were sparring surrounded by an eager gathering of troopers, members of your 212th, and Anakin’s 501st. Hand to hand only. No weapons. No Force. Despite his reach and strength, you were keeping pace with him out of sheer will. You owed it to your men.

“You’re pretty good. You probably could’ve taken me down by now, if you weren’t daydreaming about Cody,” Anakin had teased when the pair of you were close enough that he couldn’t be overheard before dancing back out of your reach.

“Kriff you, Skywalker,” you’d snapped, catching him off guard mid-laugh at your outburst, and Force pushing him into the rack of sparring weapons.

The satisfaction had been brief, as he’d retaliated, and things had escalated to the point where Obi Wan had to separate the pair of you. Impressed that you’d put Skywalker on his ass, Waxer had dubbed you Sucker Punch, and the rest of the 212th had run with it happily.

Even Cody had started calling you that, which had made your face burn with embarrassment until he said he quite liked the nickname. Fitting since you’d earned it because of him.

It had pushed you closer to him, made you whisper words of affection in a moment of weakness. A reunion, after you’d spent hours fearing for his safety. Cody had returned your affection, grasping your hand as you cried quietly in the med bay. The first of many invisible threads tying you to one another.

Stuck in yet another riveting briefing, your mind wandered to him, your eyes roaming over his form until you met his regal gaze. There were no less than 20 people crowded into the room, and you could have sworn they’d all disappeared into thin air.

Cody could never resent you, but you made these briefings nearly impossible to get through. Your presence in any space commanded his attention, and he couldn’t deny you. Even now with a full room, that held both his general and his vod, he only saw you.

He held your attention with his, lifting his chin slightly, which made you instinctively lower yours. His eyebrow lifted, and a smirk pulled at his lips. He resisted the urge to shift his weight, at this surprising display of submissiveness. The commander took a deep breath that could have been passed off as being done with this lengthy briefing, but it was a sigh of frustration that he couldn’t lead you straight to his room to show you how your submission would be rewarded.

You tilted your head to one side, as though you were actually paying attention, your hand lifting as if to play with your earring. On its way down, Cody realized your true intention. Your finger tips lightly grazed down the side of the column of your throat, as you bit your lip for a brief moment.

Curious as to what was possible in a room full of people, Cody pretended to absently brush his fingers over his chest plate, lifting his brows towards you. You followed suit, finger tips slipping lower, and dancing over your heart, brushing innocently over the swell of your breasts, as your hand returned to your side and you took a deep breath to center yourself.

This was a heady reminder that no lines had been crossed. He had yet to feel the press of your body against his. He could only imagine how soft your lips were. Only in his fantasies had he mapped out every inch of you.

But the groundwork was laid, and as your eyes locked onto one another across the briefing room, he knew that when the opportunity presented itself, the pair of you would walk over that imaginary line hand in hand.

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[dean-winchester-is-a-warrior]

First Time for Everything

Summary: Y/N has waited a long time for her first kiss, has she just been waiting for Dean all this time?

Warnings/Explicit 18+: Not much. Kissing. Some dirty thoughts and a burgeoning thigh riding kink, but mostly all fluff. Bit of show level violence. 

Pairings: Dean Winchester x Y/N

Word Count: 2,164

A/N: So, I’ve decided to do all 30 of these writing prompts. I may miss a day here and there, but I’m going to try to do one a day, and I will be completing all 30 no matter what.  They won’t always be in order.  But I did start with the first one on the list: Write about a first kiss.

Hope you enjoy! I will be putting together a Masterlist for all 30 prompts and adding it to my main Masterlist.

Both beautiful text dividers, both below and at the bottom, were created by @talesmaniac89.

Y/N stared at the head that rolled a little further away from her as a strong wind kicked up.  The face was still handsome, even if it was a bit waxy looking now.

She felt Dean walk up beside her, but didn’t turn to him.  It was too mortifying. Her first date in many, many months, the date Dean had teased her about mercilessly, the guy he’d called Tad even though his name was Ethan because, as Dean put it, he looked like a douchebag frat boy, the guy she’d said yes to even though she tended to agree with Dean’s assessment...had been a vamp, and if it wasn’t for Dean coming to her rescue, her throat would have been ripped out for sure.

The two of them stood there in silence for a few minutes just staring at the downed body and severed head.  Finally Dean cleared his throat and spoke a little awkwardly.  

“You okay?”

Y/N sighed.  “Peachy.” She said, borrowing one of Dean’s expressions.  She could tell he was about to try for more conversation, so she just rolled up her sleeves and walked toward the Impala to pull out the tarp she knew would be in the trunk. 

“Let’s just clean him up.”

They worked together silently to get the body and head into the trunk so they could take it somewhere far away from this secluded parking lot and burn it.

Y/N slammed the trunk and leaned back against it, pushing her hands into her pockets. Dean copied her posture, but folded his arms across his chest. After a second he spoke.

“Seriously, kid, you okay?”

Y/N shook her head.  “I mean...I guess.  It was only our first date, so it wasn’t like I was expecting a marriage proposal or anything, but - I definitely didn’t think there would be a beheading.” She paused for a beat. “At least, not before the second date.”

She dropped her chin to her chest. “Man, do I know how to pick ‘em!”

Dean bumped her with his shoulder. “Hey, you couldn’t have known.”

She tilted her head back and looked up at the stars.  “How do you do it?” She asked quietly. 

He looked at her quizzically.  “Do what?”

“Live -” she cut herself off to swallow hard against the tears she felt forming. When she had control, she started again.  “Live in this world, knowing every new person you meet could be something evil, that there might be a monster lurking around every corner.”

She looked at Dean, waiting for his answer, hoping it would be some piece of magical advice to get her through this new life she’d been living for just over a year. 

But he just shook his head.  “I don’t know, kid.  It’s just...always been my life.  I don’t know anything else.”

That made Y/N want to cry all over again, so she didn’t respond.  She just hugged her arms around her middle trying to ward off the late night chill. 

Dean pulled his jacket off and dropped it around her shoulders.

“Thank you.” She said shyly, trying not to lean into the collar and sniff.  God, he always smelled so good.  She pulled the lapels of the jacket tight around her and gave thanks for Dean’s warmth that lingered in the creases of the denim jacket.  

As she snuggled further into the jacket a thought occurred to her and she turned a puzzled expression towards Dean.

“Hey...um...how did you know to come?”

“Hmm?” Dean questioned.

“Well, I didn’t tell you where we were going, so how did you know we were going to be here?  How did you know to just show up here?”

“Oh, uh...” Dean’s face showed a slight panic.  “Uh, I was...it was just hunter’s intuition, I guess.”

Y/N shook her head in disbelief.  “Wow.  For someone who regularly has to lie in his job, you are a terrible liar.”

Dean rolled his eyes.

“Were you following me?” Y/N asked, trying to decide if she was offended or not.

“What?” Dean asked, his tone far too offended.  “Of course not.”

Y/N scoffed.

“I wasn’t following you!” Dean insisted.  “I was following him!”

“What? Why?” 

“Cause he was a douche!” Dean said angrily.  “And he was...handsy!”

“Handsy?”  Y/N asked, her normally smooth brow creased in confusion.

“Yes!” Dean said loudly. “When you introduced us, I watched him and he couldn’t keep his fucking hands off you the whole time.”

Y/N scanned her memory.  “Dean you talked with him for like ten minutes, and he had his hand on my waist.”

Dean threw his arms wide.  “Exactly.  Handsy.”

Y/N stared at Dean’s face, trying to decipher if what she was picking up from him was just wishful thinking, or...was he actually jealous?

Y/N had been crushing on Dean all year.  She didn’t think that was odd, he was the sexiest, most beautiful man she’d ever known. But she’d always assumed he didn’t look at her like that, like a woman - more like a bratty little kid, he’d taken under his wing. 

But now...

I don’t know, she thought, he sure seems jealous.

“Look,” Dean continued in a would-be normal tone, “there was just something about him that I didn’t like, and you are a very...young, naïve...trusting kid, and I wanted to make sure you didn’t get hurt okay?”

When Y/N continued to stare up at him he pushed away from the trunk.  “Okay, we gotta go take care of this corpse.  So, let’s go.”

He walked toward the driver’s side door, and Y/N followed.  “Dean, can I ask you for something?”

The hunter turned back toward her and Y/N tried not to visibly sigh as she was once again looking up into his remarkably beautiful face.  

Dean shrugged.  “Sure.  What do you need?”

Y/N walked closer to him, and Dean backed up until he was pressed up against the car door and there was less than two inches of air between them.

“Would you kiss me?”

Dean’s eyes flared wide for a second and it was almost comical.  As she’d been training with him over the last year, she’d seen Dean take down monsters with not much more than a forward lunge and a hard swing. So the fact that she could make panic flare, just by getting close to him, made her smile.

“What are you talking about?” He asked.

“Well,” Y/N backed up an inch and ducked her head.  “It’s embarrassing to admit, but...I’ve never been kissed.”

Dean’s eyes were definitely bulging now and he let out a bark of laughter. “What?  No way!”

Y/N bit her lip and tried to stop the embarrassed blush that spread across her cheeks.  “I know it’s pathetic for a twenty-one year old woman to have never been kissed - even saying it out loud makes me feel like a bad Drew Barrymore movie!”

She shook her head and looked at the ground.  “But, please don’t laugh at me.”

Dean’s tone was contrite.  “No, kid I’m sorry, I wasn’t...I mean, I’m not laughing at you and it’s not pathetic.  It’s just...”

He waved a hand that encompassed her whole body.  “I mean, how?”

She blushed more at the compliment.  “Well, I told you how I grew up - in the church.  Kissing boys wasn’t exactly encouraged.  And then, even after I left the church, left home, the timing just never seemed right, and since I started in this hunter life, the moment has seemed even less likely to appear.”

She shook her head and looked to the stars.  “Then tonight, I thought...this could be it.”  She paused and slapped both hands to her face, covering it and muffling her words.  “Then his fangs popped out and it kinda killed the mood.”

“Yeah, I bet.” Dean said, his voice quiet.

Y/N took her hands away from her face and moved towards him again.  He crushed himself further back against the car. 

“But Y/N, you don’t want your first kiss to be with me.”

Y/N reached her fingertips up to rest against his lips.  “I don’t?” She said breathlessly.  “Because I’ve been having dreams about this mouth for over a year.”

Dean’s breath became slightly heavier against her fingers. He reached up to take hold of her wrist and pulled her hand away.  “Y/N. I am too old for you.  By a lot.  It isn’t right.”

Y/N scowled and shook her head.  “Says who?”

Dean gave a slightly bitter laugh.  “Everyone.” He ran his free hand through his hair.  “I am two decades older than you. I could literally be your father.”

“Actually, my father is a year younger than you.” Y/N said unhelpfully.

Dean dropped his head to stare at the ground, mumbling. “For fuck’s sake...”

Y/N waved her hand dismissively.  “Look, my point is that age is nothing but a number once two people are fully grown, consenting adults.”

Dean lifted his head and shot her a sarcastic smirk.  “Yeah, well, one of us is barely a consenting adult.”

“But I am a grown woman.” Y/N protested.  “And with everything that’s happened to me in the last year, I feel like I’ve aged a lifetime.  And through all of it, all the fear and the trauma and the heartbreak, you’ve been there, Dean. You’ve taken care of me and helped me grow and helped me try to feel at home in this new insane reality I’m living in.”

She moved closer once again, lifting her free hand to his chest.  “So, who cares about anything else.”

She looked up at him; her eyes drifted to his lips and she began to rise up on tiptoe towards the plump, succulent pillows.

But Dean pulled back.  “I care.” He said quietly.  “I don’t want...I’m not right for you, sweetheart.”

Y/N dropped back down from her tiptoes and pulled her hand off his chest. “I’m sorry.” She said, face reddening quickly. “I’m...shit, I’m sorry. I’m putting you in an awkward position.”

She laughed, nervous and embarrassed.  She shrugged and nodded, awkward and hurt. “Okay, well we should...” She waved her hand toward the trunk and let out a slightly manic laugh.  “We should really go bury my date, I guess.” 

She ducked her head again and moved to walk around the front of the car to the passenger’s side.  But before she could get very far, Dean yanked her back by the wrist he still held and spun her so she was pressed up against the hood, trapped there by the weight of Dean’s hips pressed against her. 

Before she could do more than gasp, Dean had hold of her cheeks and was pressing warm lips against hers, sucking on both her lips in turn. He pulled back slightly and let his open mouth caress hers, breathing softly into her like he was breathing life into her veins.

Then slowly he let his tongue slide against hers, moving into her mouth gently, conquering her fully as he tilted his head and pressed himself into her, ravaging her mouth thoroughly.

Dean’s kiss was so much more than Y/N had ever imagined a kiss would be.

She’d imagined it many times, over the years and always thought that, if the kiss was a good one, she might feel lightheaded, and she did.  She clung to Dean’s shoulders in an attempt to keep the world straight. 

She’d also thought that she might feel those butterflies in her stomach, like the ones she felt anytime Dean got close enough to brush against her. And her stomach was indeed alive with dancing butterflies.

What she had not expected was the way the rest of her body reacted. She hadn’t expected her core muscles to clench around nothing or to have to fight the urge to grind down against the thick thigh that was pressed between her legs.  She hadn’t expected to want to rub against Dean like a dog in heat.

She hadn’t expected a simple kiss to make her long for so much more.

Dean pulled back again, allowing them each to catch their breath.  He began to place kisses along her jaw and she moaned, at which point Dean ripped himself away from her and standing three feet back, pushed both hands through his short hair.

“Fuck.” He said like a prayer. “I’m sorry, Y/N.  I shouldn’t have done that.  I’m sorry.”

Y/N shook her head, still breathless and reeling. “I’m not. That kiss made me incredibly glad that I saved my first kiss for a very good kisser. And it got me thinking...”

Dean licked his lips, his breathing still slightly uneven, as he bit into his bottom lip. “About?” 

Y/N smiled, shy but mischievous. “About how many other firsts I can share with you.”

Dean groaned deeply and reached Y/N in one stride. One hand slipped into her hair and the other snaked around her waist, pressing her closer.

“Fuck it.” He breathed against her lips. “I’m gonna go to hell for this, but it won’t be my first time.”

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[zyrafowe-sny]

a circle's round

a one hundred word Nimona drabble based on the @angstober Day 30 prompt "Full Circle"

She searches his face for a hint of his ancestor. 

The eyes are different. The blond came from a bottle. But underneath his makeup, there’s the slightest hint of freckles. There’s something in his expressions, the way he moves. And of course, there’s the inescapable “Woo!”

Different enough that it’s clear he’s his own person. 

Similar enough that it hurts.

“I knew Gloreth,” she tells him one day when they’re alone, and his eyes do a reasonable impression of Ballister’s. “Before she attacked me, she was my friend.”

She knows that smile. “I guess we’re doing things the opposite way.” 

If you enjoyed this little drabble, please feel free to kudo/comment on AO3 and/or reblog.

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[emeralddoeadeer]

31 Prompts for 31 Days

@jilytoberfest is back! Happy October

A collection of drabbles

30. 🎶Is time erasing what we have, Are we waiting for the end of nothing 🎶 - Waiting for the end by Lark

Lily sees the moment it happens.

His body turned to cast a shield over an elderly couple holding their shopping to their chest, he doesn’t even see the looming shadow in the corner.

A flash of violet, his knees hit the ground, his body follows.

Arms wrap around her waist, holding her back.

She doesn’t recognise her own voice, hearing it from a distance, screaming her throat raw. “JAMES!”

Hope comes and goes in waves, as they live in silence, waiting, always waiting.

When he wakes, she breathes.

He didn’t fade away.

"Lil, it's ok."

Nothing is lost, this time.

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[lowlights]

okay as someone who has never actually been on an irl date before could we please get ''i've never really… been on a date before.'' with marcus pike!!!!! <3 i feel like he'd be really really sweet and kind about it

Hi bby! Here is some sweetness for us all. Marcus is the PERFECT choice for this. Thank you for this lovely prompt!

The Not-First Date

Marcus Pike x f!reader ; ~1k words ; SO fluffy. A little bit of language and doubt.

**

Office parties are the worst. 

Especially when you’re the new girl. 

You clutch your drink to your chest and try not to look awkward as you lean against the back wall in your cute yellow dress. You picked it for the little embroidered daisies along the bottom of the skirt and the fact that it has pockets. You had only worked at the FBI for about three weeks, happily settling in to your new desk job. You were friendly and talkative with people that you got to know, but for the most part you kept to yourself in new social situations.

Like this one. You knew you needed to make an appearance but you kept checking your phone to see if a socially-acceptable amount of time had passed so that you could leave. It hadn’t. 

You sigh and look down at your feet. 

“These things are so boring, aren’t they?” A voice startles you, and you turn to see the handsome Agent Pike lean against the wall next beside you, crossing his arms and looking out at the room. 

“Um, it’s not bad,” you offer half-heartedly. He chuckles, seeing right through your lie. You think his smile might make you melt into a puddle where you stand. 

“I’m Marcus Pike, Art Crimes division.” The introduction is unnecessary, you know exactly who he is. You’ve seen him around the building and heard people talk about the whip-smart agent. How is he so devastatingly charming, and so quickly? You wish you had even half of the confidence and ease he demonstrates daily. 

You give him your name and the department where you’re working. He makes a funny joke about your boss’ excessive plant collection, and you find yourself immediately more at ease than you’ve been all night. The conversation progresses easily and you both slowly turn your bodies towards each other as you talk over the next hour, until you’re both facing each other with your shoulders leaned against the wall. 

“Need a refill?” he asks, pointing to your lemonade that you’ve been nursing all night. 

“What I really need is some food. What kind of party is this without food?” you wonder out loud. 

“Mostly people just drink at these things. But hey, I know a good spot around the corner that’s open late. Do you want to get out of here and grab a bite?” he asks hopefully. 

Your mind goes into full panic mode, and it must read all over your face. 

Marcus’ face falls. “Oh, it’s ok. It’s fine. We can stay. Or- or I can just leave you alone. I’ve taken up way too much of your time. I’m so sorr-”

You interrupt his rambling. “No, it’s totally fine. I-I would like that. I need to see where the locals eat, I’m new in town and haven’t eaten out anywhere yet.” 

He grins and grabs your empty glass, setting it down with his lukewarm beer. A quick three-block walk lands you at a diner where time has seemingly stood still, black and white tiled floor and all. Marcus beelines for a booth in the back, and you just know that this is his regular spot. 

Marcus orders a Rueben sandwich, and you miss the way his lips quirk into a smile when you order pancakes. The conversation is so easy, both of you feeling like you can really open up with each other. Marcus alludes to past relationships, you change the topic so that you don’t have to talk about that. An hour and a half later, your plates long cleared and stale coffees refilled twice, you both know that it’s time to say goodbye. But neither of you want to leave, afraid to burst the bubble of these last few perfect hours. 

You speak up first. “I hate to say it, but I should probably catch a Lyft home. I don’t usually do the Metro this late at night, I don’t know the stops that well.” You fiddle with the daisies on your dress under the table, feeling your heart sink that the evening has to come to a close. 

Marcus shakes his head. “No way, they’ll charge you an arm and a leg. I can drive you home,” he says, motioning for the check. 

Your brain goes into panic mode. Does he think something is going to happen now? Shit, you shoudn’t have flirted with him like that. He probably thinks you owe him something now. Oh god, he’s paying the check. Maybe you can slip him a twenty dollar bill and call it even. 

Marcus is keenly observent, the job demands it, but you have no poker face whatsoever. He can tell you’re freaking out. 

He hands over his credit card to the waitress and considers you. “Listen, I’m sorry. I’m not suggesting anything at all, I just want to make sure you get home safe. I have a…history of moving a little too quickly with women that I like and I’m trying to be better.” 

Women that he likes…Oh my god. 

The words you’ve been holding inside for the past hour just tumble out of your mouth, much to your complete horror. “Marcus, it’s okay. Really. I’m just a little awkward about this all. I’ve never really…been on a date before. Not that this is a date or anything. I’m sorry. Ignore me.” You feel your face heat up and wish that you could teleport out of this diner to literally any other spot in the universe. 

He reaches across the table and rests his hand on yours. “You’re not awkward. You’ve been the best part of my evening. Hell, of my whole week. What if…this was a first date. Then it’s out of the way, nothing more to worry about. Then maybe next week we could go on a second date? If you want?” 

You smile at him. “Yeah. I want.”

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[thosehallowedhalls]

The Taco Constant

Book: Open Heart

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey, Tobias Carrick

Rating: Teen

Category: Angsty Fluff

Word count: 669

Summary: Ethan is struggling after almost losing Casey. And Tobias, well, he didn't save her life just to have Ethan keel over instead.

A/N: Day seven of my 30 days of drabbles. Prompts from @jerzwriter (Ethan, Tobias, Tacos) and @ladylamrian (“Well, would you look at that? You’re not entirely stupid after all.)

Ethan rests his elbows on the desk, his head in his hands. He wishes he had something pressing to do, something to drive his attention and keep his focus on the things he can control. But right now, with Edenbrook all but silent around him, only the muted sounds of the on-call staff moving quietly through the halls, there’s nothing left for him to do but think. And thinking is a dangerous game. If he lets himself think, he’ll come back to one terrifying actuality.

He almost lost her.

His mind, usually so good at facing the bare truths, at grasping even the most complicated of concepts with ease, can’t wrap his mind around this one simple fact. Casey was almost lost.

A movement catches his eye, and he looks up in time to see Tobias walk up to the Diagnostics office. He gives the door a perfunctory knock before striding in, making Ethan jump to his feet.

“Has something happened? Is Casey…?”

“Valentine is fine. As is Aveiro, from the looks of it,” he says pointedly.

A rare blush creeps onto Ethan’s cheeks. Embarrassment and shame battle it out within him. He’s barely given Rafael a thought in the past few hours. “Right, of course. I only meant…”

“I know what you meant. Your girl is fine.”

“She’s not…” He clears his throat. “She’s not my girl.”

Tobias snorts. “How long have we known each other, Ethan? Your poker face doesn’t work on me.” He tilts his head. “Actually, I think your poker face is broken. Better work on that before HR catches on to the fact that Valentine is more than a resident to you.”

“What are you doing here, Carrick?”

“Careful, Ramsey, or I’ll start to think you’re not happy to see me.”

“Well, would you look at that? You’re not entirely stupid after all.”

“That’s the best insult you can come up with? You really are losing your edge.” He peers at his old friend quizzically. “Although I suppose it’s to be expected when you look like something that’s been recently scraped off the pavement. When’s the last time you slept?”

When was the last time he slept? “Yesterday.” Probably.

“And when’s the last time you ate?”

“… Yesterday.”

“Yeah, that won’t work. I didn’t swoop in to singlehandedly save Valentine’s life for you to keel over before you could have your sappy reunion.”

“Is that how you remember it?”

Tobias waves off the sardonic tone. “I mean, your team assisted, certainly. But in the interests of keeping you alive long enough to reunite you with your resident, I brought you something.”

“What do you…” His eyes fall on the takeaway container that somehow escaped his attention until now. “Are those…?”

“Tacos? Of course. The one constant of midterms, finals, and other stressful times of yore.”

Ethan’s throat closes up. Memories of all-nighters, laughter, and friendship wash over him in a bittersweet wave. “You didn’t have to do this.”

“Sure I did. If you die now, I’ll never get the chance to one-up you again. People are so terribly quick to idolize the deceased, after all.”

His lips twitch. “One-up me? You always did have an optimistic streak.”

“Only one way to find out, isn’t there?”

“Wait,” Ethan says when Tobias turns to leave. “You should… you should have one.”

A smile breaks out on Tobias’ face. “Ethan Ramsey, as I live and breathe. Are you asking me to share a meal with you?”

Ethan rolls his eyes. “No, I’m offering you sustenance before you drop dead on the floor. You look as tired as you seem to think I am.”

“Same difference.” Tobias pulls out the chair across from Ethan’s. “But hell, I’ve never been one to say no to tacos.”

Ethan reaches for one before pausing, his hand freezing in mid-air. He looks up, directly into Tobias’ eyes. “Thank you. For the tacos and for…”

He can’t finish the sentence. He doesn’t need to. Tobias just smiles. “Any time, buddy.”

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[bakuliwrites]

Day Three- Muriel of the Kokhuri

500 Follower Event, 30 Day Writing Prompts Prompt: Silk, Glacial, Citrus, Muriel (The Arcana) Pairing: Muriel x Reader Tags: Fluff, Snuggling, Kisses, Inanna! Word Count: 800

Wind cuts through your body, icy and sharp, chilling the very marrow in your bones. Not even the heavy coat wrapped around your shoulders is enough to combat the almost glacial Vesuvian winter. It’s unusual to be getting this much snow and ice, but a passing storm has practically turned the city into a kingdom of ice. The cobblestone is slick with frost, slippery and more dangerous with each passing moment. Vesuvia moves at a snail’s pace, its citizens cautious as they slide along the narrow passageways and tiptoe carefully through particularly slippery alleys. Icicles hang from awnings, crystalline and wicked as daggers. Occasionally, as you pass by, one will fall and shatter to the ground beneath, sending shards of ice in every direction. Tiny icebergs float down the canals, and some of the smaller ones have nearly frozen over entirely.

You are grateful once you reach the powdery snow beyond the city streets. At least you won’t have to worry about slipping, though part of you is nervous about falling into an embankment and getting stuck. Luckily, you know this area like the back of your hand and manage to traverse it quite well, trudging slowly through the thick layer of snow and into the dark forest. It’s deathly quiet, save a few somber colored birds that flit from barren branch to barren branch, chirping a greeting at you as you shuffle by. Another violent gust of wind nearly knocks you to the ground beneath, but you manage to steady yourself on a gnarled tree. The tip of your nose is frozen, your breath releasing in clouds of fog. What you wouldn’t give for a cozy blanket and a crackling fire right about now. 

It’s then that you spot a large figure lumbering towards you out of the swirling snow. A lantern swings at their side, pools of warm light wavering with each step they make. Out darts a small wolf from behind one of the nearby trees, yipping joyously at the sight of you, snuffling your outstretched hands as you reach to pet her. 

“Inanna!” you exclaim, burying your frozen fingers in her warm fur, soft as silk. Her tongue lolls out to the side, happy whines escaping her throat. After a moment, she wags her tail enthusiastically, beckoning you to follow, before darting back towards the not-so-mysterious figure. A grateful smile tugs at the corners of your lips as you abandon the tree that steadied you and dart towards your rescuers. 

Muriel catches you up in his embrace, holding your shivering form close and warming you in an instant. 

“You’re freezing,” his low voice rumbles in your ear. When you glance up to meet his gaze, his brows are knit with worry. 

“Not with you here, I’m not,” you mumble against him, burying yourself in his chest. He lets out a small chuckle before gently nudging you and taking your hand in his. Inanna prances eagerly beside you, sending up bits of fluffy snow into the air and leaving perhaps some of the cutest paw prints in her wake. You chit-chat quietly with Muriel about your day at the shop and the perils of this unusually frozen Vesuvian winter. You worry about the forest, about the animals that call this woodland home. 

“Spring will come soon enough,” Muriel mutters, a soft, knowing smile reaching his eyes when he looks to you, “And then the forest will bloom again.”

He gives your hand a small, reassuring squeeze. With this, the two of you fall silent for a bit, enjoying the tranquility of the winter wonderland surrounding you. It’s not long until you reach Muriel’s hut. Smoke pours from the chimney and a welcome blast of warm air greets you as soon as you open the door. It smells of citrus, bright and inviting, two cups of lemon tea waiting for you and your beloved by the fire. Muriel takes your cloak from you, hanging it up to dry and gives you a moment to strip yourself of your icy, soaking clothes. 

Once you’re situated, Muriel guides you to the furs before the fire, snuggling close and pressing a tender kiss to your lips. This frozen Vesuvian winter is no match for Muriel’s gentility and warmth. 

“Welcome home,” he murmurs, wrapping his arms around you. You hum as he draws you in, warming you to your very core. No amount of chill or ice could penetrate the comfort of this home. Inanna cuddles up to the two of you, slumbering peacefully as you and Muriel enjoy some invigorating honey-lemon tea and lay kiss after kiss to one another’s lips. You arrived home just in time, heavy snowfall pummeling Vesuvia almost as soon as you settled in for the night. But you are unconcerned, safely wrapped up in Muriel’s embrace.

A/N: I always get wordy with Muriel and I'm not entirely sure why. Don't get me wrong, I adore him. I'm just surprised that of all the M6, Muriel is the one I get the most wordy with when it comes to headcanons and mini-fics, haha. Also, I seem to have a common theme in the first fic and this fic, and that theme is being cold. I think I must be channeling how cold I am right now, lol. Thank you for reading! Up next will be Prince Sidon from The Legend of Zelda! As a note, not all of these fics will be Character x Reader. Many of them will be, but they might also be Character x Character, or simply have no pairing :) I'm just letting the prompts take me where they may.

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[loverofgenya]

３０ ｄａｙｓ ｏｆ Ｐｒｉｄｅ!

Day 1 ; Rengoku Kyojuro x Gn!Reader (By Anon)

Hi, this is a request for the pride event. My request is Rengoku Kyojoru and GN Reader (they are dating each other and live together) in their kitchen making shrimp tempura for their picnic date! During the process of making shrimp tempura, Rengoku puts flour on GN Reader’s face and then a flour fight happens. After the flour fight, they finish making the shrimp tempuras and cuddle together on the couch. ^•^

The grin on Kyojuro's face was one seen often by you. One of pure mischief and chaoticness. Backing up just a bit, you could only watch as the male gripped a handful of flour. His arm raised, as if tempting you to run.

"Kyo...Dont you dare" You stated slowly, ffet shuffling as you got ready to run.

The male only chuckled evilly, and chucked the fllour. A screech left your mouth as you strugged to get out of the way -- your hands going up to cover your face. Flour coated your hair, face, and arms -- your mouth open in shock.

"Kyojuro!" You screamed in surprise.

The male only laughed loudly. With a huff, you gripped some of the flour from your own bowl -- and chucked it at the male. His laughs only got louder as a fight started.

Flour, eggs, and more were thrown around the kitchen. Cabnets wehre opened and pots where used as shields, spoons beig used as catapolts for the eggs and flour.

The fight went on for who knows how long, the kitchen covered in eveything that was used in the cooking. The couple could only clean up the kitchen with snickers and laughs -- barely able to finish the shrimp tempuras.

srry for the dealy in writings for the events! I am dealing with some shit and writing does help :3 but becuase of said shit i havent been able to get on lolz

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Fight To Get Back To You

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♡ Pairing: Eddie/Reader ♡ Genre: General ♡ Word Count: 620 ♡ Warnings: mentions of deaths related to forest fire ♡ Note: This is for a 30 day writing challenge I am doing to get me inspired about writing again. They'll mostly all be tiny drabbles. This is Day 1: Emotional Reunion.

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It was nearly three in the morning in the city of Los Angeles. You should be asleep as you have an early shift tomorrow, but you haven't been able to sleep a wink. Instead you were up, pacing around your living room as you waited for your boyfriend, Eddie to walk through the door. He had been gone for a week, having left with the 118 to go assist with a massive forest fire that was raging down south.

This wasn’t the first time he had left to go assist another state with a fire, but you had been watching the news about it and there had been multiple casualties. You couldn’t help but worry that with each day gone, he, himself might become one of them. Christopher had been worried too, yet surprisingly calm about the situation. You assumed he had simply adjusted to dealing with all the worrying about his father. Eddie had been a firefighter for many years, but the two of you had only been together for half a year.

Your relationship was going amazingly, though. The two of you having found a love in each other that was very special. Christopher had accepted you, too – and together the three of you had become a budding family. This was why you were staying with Christopher while Eddie was gone; something you were very thankful for as he truly made you feel everything would be okay.

Eddie had called this afternoon to let you know the 118 would be in late tonight, but was on their way back. He had told you not to wait up, that he would wake you when he got in, but you couldn’t help it. You needed to see the man you loved after worrying about him being out there in that massive fire every single day for the past week. 

But, as the hours ticked on and on without him returning, the sleepier you were getting. You were about to give up and crawl into bed, when you heard the familiar sound of the front door unlocking. 

You looked over in surprise as Eddie walked through the front door quietly, still in his uniform and carrying a duffle bag. He looked exhausted, his shoulders hunched and his eyes downcast. It took him a moment before he even noticed that you were there.

“Baby, what are you doing up?” Eddie asked, eyebrows furrowed. “Is everything alright?” 

You didn’t say a word, only moving towards him and embracing him in a tight hug. 

“You’re home. I’m just so glad you came home to us,” you whispered.

“Mi amor, of course I came back. I told you I would,” he replied, wrapping his arms around you in return. “Have you been worrying? You're shaking like a leaf.”

“I’ve just been so scared, I saw other firefighters getting lost in the blaze and I just kept thinking that could be you and… I just couldn’t bear that.”

“Shh, shh, baby, I’m here now and I love you,” he whispered before placing a gentle kiss atop your head. “I will always fight to come back to you and Christopher. Always.”

“You promise?” you whispered, head pressed to his broad chest as he rubbed his hand up and down your back soothingly.

Ever so gently, he brought his thumb up to your chin, prompting you to look him directly in the eyes, “I promise you, darling. Now, how about we get to bed? I want to be up in the morning to make breakfast for Chris before school.”

“Okay,’ you said with a smile, feeling reassured and happy at the thought of the three of you being together again. “I love you.”

“And I love you.”

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Michael toed off his boots as he came into the house, hung his hat on the hook, and stumbled down the hall to the living room. Alex was sitting at the near end of the couch and Michael didn’t hesitate to fling himself down so he was lying with his head in his husband’s lap.

“Long day?” Alex asked, already pushing his fingers through Michael’s curls.

“Uh-huh,” he agreed without elaborating. Between the exhaustion and soothing motion of Alex’s hand, his eyes were already slipping closed.

“Go ahead and sleep, Michael,” Alex murmured. “I don’t have anywhere else to be.”

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30 Days of Blossoming Romance (5)

Day 5: Admiring them from afar (prompt list here)

Fives x afab!reader

warnings: none unless you count the dangerous levels of dehydration from being so darn thirsty for Fives 😅

Author’s note: I didn’t even bother with the random generator because it’s day 5, and there’s no way I could resist writing about Fives. I’m weak, ok? Might fuck around and do a part 2 for when they leave the bar 👀

Word count: 903

You had played it cool for as long as possible because Fives was cool. Effortlessly so. But playing it cool had grown difficult the more you let your feelings for him take root. You didn’t want to be aloof or vague. You didn’t want the chase. You wanted to be with him, wanted to be his.

So you’d made your move, laid your cards on the table. Games were fun, but you were done playing. Fives had grown quite serious with you, and for the first time you saw the strength and conviction of an ARC trooper shining through. He didn’t want to play either. He didn’t want there to be a question about where his head was, or where his heart was. Both were hopelessly focused on you.

You sipped your drink, tucked into your booth at 79’s with the other nat born medics and officers, who had ventured out to blow off steam. There was a debate going on between your friends about which trooper was the most attractive. Normally, you’d be in the middle of that conversation, but why debate when the obvious winner, himself, was at the bar, ordering a round for his table?

“Paging Dr. Daydreamer!” One of your friends said waving a hand in front of your face.

“What? What’d I miss?” You asked tearing your eyes away from Fives.

“We were asking who you think is hotter between Commander Cody and Commander Wolffe?”

“Oh, I hadn’t really thought about it. Wolffe’s kinda intimidating,” You said, taking another sip of your drink.

“Ah, and by intimidating you mean he’s not Fives.” It wasn’t a question. That was the flaw in every man. Clone or not.

A chorus of ‘oohs’ raced around the table. Your friends were well aware of your feelings for the ARC trooper, and couldn’t resist teasing you just a little.

“Oh hush!” you fussed, turning to look at Fives as he passed out shots to his brothers. “It’s not my fault. I mean look at him.”

Your friends followed your gaze, and softened a bit. They liked seeing you so smitten, and Fives was easily one of the best troopers to work with.

“And think about it,” you continued, “he’s as kind as he is gorgeous. He just ticks all the boxes and then some.”

You smiled as you watched him, holding court and telling some elaborate story. The way his eyes sparkled, as he gesticulated wildly, no doubt describing a fireball of some sort was captivating. And that damn smile. He could light up any room he walked into with that heart stealing grin of his.

“I can’t believe you’re actually sitting with us, and not draped over him right now,” one of your fellow medics teased.

“I don’t get to see you guys that often anymore,” you said turning to face them, before adding with a cheeky grin, “And I’ll be leaving with him.”

“There it is!” one of the communications officers cheered, downing the rest of their drink.

You looked over to his table one more time, happy to see him laughing and having fun. He looked up and met your eyes, a softer smile. Just for you.

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Fives was a flirt. This was a known fact just like stars being hot, and space being cold. He didn’t have to turn the charm on, because it was baked right into his personality. With you though, it was so much more than that.

He’d been drawn to you the first time you’d patched him up, mid firefight, eyes bright, gentle yet confident. An actual angel, dodging blaster fire like it was nothing. After that, he’d made every excuse in the galaxy to see you, hoping to charm you into his arms.

The ARC trooper had whipped out his best lines, and your reactions only encouraged him. Your shy giggles when he’d call you beautiful, the vulnerability in your eyes when you had to look up at him because he was so close, and the way you said his name like he was a God. He was so weak for you. He wanted you to be his in every way.

So when you’d made the first move. Laid your feelings bare for him, he’d felt the weight of what was possible with you settling comfortingly around his shoulders. You were trusting him with your precious heart, and he’d be damned if he made you regret it. Finally he could look at you, and know you were his.

And look at you he did. All the time. Every chance he got. Even now, despite the fact that you’d both agreed to meet up at the end of the night, he kept stealing glances at your table. You were stunning as always, wearing a white crop top, and a blue mini skirt. Always sporting his colors.

You were so gorgeous when you laughed, sipping at your drink with a happy little shake of your shoulders. How could he resist?

Mine, all mine, he thought before one of the troopers commanded his attention and requested he tell the story of his latest brush with death. He could give his brothers his attention for now. They deserved it too of course. He’d have all night to focus on you after all.

He snuck in one more look pleased to find you were giving him your attention. He smiled softly, feeling like the luckiest man in the galaxy.

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The Sacrifice

Summary: I swear, if you could see him, you'd get it.

Warnings/Explicit 18+: None. Pure fluff, except for the painful torture of a Chevy Sonic.

Pairings: Dean Winchester x Y/N

Word Count: 757

A/N: So, I’ve decided to do all 30 of these writing prompts. I may miss a day here and there, but I’m going to try to do one a day, and I will be completing all 30 no matter what.  They won’t always be in order.  This fic will be for the prompt: Write about finding a new hobby.

I will be putting together a Masterlist for all 30 prompts and adding it to my main Masterlist.

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I have a new hobby. It's an expensive one and it's become pretty time consuming. My newest hobby is finding new and different ways to wreck my car.

My first breakdown was legitimate. Something died in my transmission, apparently. So, on a friend's recommendation, I brought it down to Singer Auto. She swore up and down that I was going to absolutely love the service I'd get there.

She said it with a hint of a hidden, knowing smile, and I was curious what it was all about. So I brought in my little Chevy hatchback, and the minute I met my mechanic, I got it.

His name is Dean and sweet holy Jesus is that man gorgeous. It defies logic for someone to be that incredibly beautiful, especially covered in grease and dressed in a ratty grey t-shirt, and dark blue coveralls with the arms tied around his waist.

The description doesn't exactly scream GQ, but trust me when I say this man should be on the cover of everything!

GQ? Yes.

Vogue? Yes.

Better Homes and Gardens? Sure.

Car and Driver? Yep - logical.

Playgirl?

...?

...?

...?

Excuse me, I'm gonna need a moment.

I mean, I know they don't even publish Playgirl anymore, but I swear they'd put it back into circulation if Dean said he'd pose!

But I digress.

My point is that after that first meeting with him - after shaking his big, warm, callused hand - after hearing him speak in his deep, delicious, honey-warm voice - I knew I absolutely had to see him again.

So, two days later I opened my hood, ripped out some wires and brought it back in. A week later I was back with two flat tires.

The other day I brought it in for an oil change. When Dean pointed out that they'd done an oil change as a matter of routine, the first time I brought it in, I insisted they do another anyway.

"Can never be too careful!" I'd squeaked at him. To which he'd nodded and smiled slightly, eyeing me like I might have a screw loose.

So, it's really stupid that I'm sitting in front of the garage again. I'm going to tell Dean that I hear a knocking sound. If he can't find the cause right away, he may need to keep it overnight which would give me reason to return tomorrow.

I climb out of my car but instead of going into the front reception area, I sneak in through the open garage door hoping I'll have the chance to see Dean actually working on a car. Maybe his t-shirt will be clinging to him, muscles straining as he lifts something heavy.

Maybe he'll be sweating.

But as I walk around the shelving unit full of spare parts, I hear the older mechanic speaking to Dean in a gruff voice.

"For God's sake, boy, ask her out. She obviously likes you, at least enough to keep trashing her car."

Dean runs a grubby hand down his face, depositing streaks of grease across his wrinkled brow.

"I don't know, Bobby. I mean, she's pretty classy; she told me what she does for a living? And I swear I had to go home and google it, and I still couldn't explain it to you!"

"Well, all I'm telling you is, I don't want to see that pretty little Sonic go through anymore trauma. I think - "

Bobby cuts himself off as he spots me by the shelves.

He clears his throat, gestures towards me, and then shoves Dean in my direction.

My face is beet red as Dean approaches. He's rubbing one hand across the back of his neck, a shy smile appearing on his beautiful face.

Good. God. It would be more merciful if he'd just kill me quick.

As he reaches me, I decide to pretend I haven't heard anything, so I wave my hand toward my car. "There's a...a knoc-"

"Can I take you to dinner?" Dean interrupts me, deciding to go the direct route. He's smiling, but I can see the uncertainty in his emerald eyes and it's ridiculously adorable.

I feel like leaping into the air and screaming like a game show contestant who just won a million bucks. But I settle for beaming up at him and clapping my hands a couple times.

"Yes, I would love that."

Dean's uncertainty melts away and his smile becomes wide and teasing.

"K, awesome. But let's take my car. Yours seems to have a lot of problems."

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