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‘realize’ for the word ask thingy!! -galaxy
I see this and I raise you:
Doll!Reader helping Ken realize that horses exist in Barbieland
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"You weren't kidding..we really did have horses here all along.."
"Glad you finally realized that, Ken." With a small chuckle, you turned back to your horse, taking the pink plastic brush to her mane as you gently combed through the fluff.
"There you go, girlie...how do you keep getting these knots, hm?" You cooed, to which she snorted in reply, seeming content.
All the while, Ken couldn't stop staring at you both in awe, still trying to process what he was seeing before his very eyes.
A horse in Barbieland.
If only he knew they existed here, too, before he decided to take over everything and reinvented patriarchy.
The one time you decided to come into town....was when this seemingly perfect paradise was rapidly transformed into "Kendom", where the Kens took over the dreamhouses and attempted to rewrite the entire constitution.
They attempted to brainwash you as they did other Barbies into servitude, but since you weren't a Barbie yourself...it didn't really work.
Yet Ken, aka Beach Ken who went to the Real World with Stereotypical Barbie and returned as a completely different person, tried convincing you to stick around, showing off all the horse-themed stuff he had.
Despite you being a doll literally centered around equine care, he kept talking over you, spouting nothing but inaccurate horse facts and firmly believing he knew more than you.
As far as he was aware..horses only existed in the Real World, where men rode them and owned them and were the ultimate symbols of manhood.
When he made a jab at your job and refused to believe it's your actual profession, you snapped and nearly ripped his horseshoe chain necklace off of him, embarrassing him in front of all the other Kens, before you called out to your horse.
His jaw dropped as he saw her appear out of nowhere, and you mounted her and glared at him, mockingly asking if he still believed they're only from the Real World. Then you galloped all the way back home, refusing to hear his response.
You haven't returned since, and he struggled to maintain his image as a manly and "cool" leader after that revelation was dropped on him like an anvil.
After all was said and done, and Barbieland was restored to its former glory, Ken decided to go look for you. After realizing that patriarchy didn't make him happy, he wanted to make amends (and see your horses, but mostly make amends) and admit that scorning your job was shitty.
He kept rehearsing what he was going to say during the long walk to your home....but ended up faltering at your doorstep, becoming an anxious wreck until you let him in.
You weren't inclined to, at first, although seeing as he no longer wore that stupid mink coat and instead had a tie-dye hoodie that said "I Am Kenough", you figured he finally had some sense knocked into him.
Plus, the fact that he walked all this way was surprising..until you remembered Kens didn't drive cars or use bikes.
Even so, it's obvious that he genuinely wanted to make things right.
So both of you talked for a while, with him concluding that he felt stressed and unsure of what to do with his life now that Barbie's out of the picture.
He felt like he didn't belong anywhere near her dreamhouse, and he wasn't ready to go back to the Real World anytime soon. He just felt...stuck.
You didn't have too many words to comfort him with, given you've never been there and you've never dealt with the complex human emotions he just started experiencing himself.
But you did know how to cheer him up.
So you took him outside to one of the fenced arenas at your ranch, whistling for your horse, and she came trotting over.
Ken was awestruck, watching you tend to the gentle creature as you finished brushing her mane. He stepped closer to the fence, unsure of what to do or what to say...or even if he was allowed to be this close.
However you could see the look in his eyes, and the hesitancy in his body language, and ultimately relented.
You couldn't stay mad at him for eternity.
"You can pet her if you wanna."
He blinked in surprise, before looking at your horse again and cautiously reaching out to her face. For a moment she stared at him, and the abrupt snort made him flinch away.
"I-I...don't think she likes me.." He frowned.
"It's okay, Ken. She only acts like that 'cuz you're reaching for her mouth and don't have any food. Here. Let me help."
You took his hand, ignoring the way he stared at you with a growing blush on his face while you guided him. But eventually his focus shifted back to the horse as he felt soft fur beneath his fingertips, eyes widening as he looked to see his hand resting just above her nose.
Her ears flicked to the side, though besides that..she didn't react in any hostile way.
He was in childlike amazement, gently petting her and brushing his fingers through her mane. And you stepped back, allowing the two to bond, before noticing the tears welling up in his eyes.
"Are you alright?"
"Y-Yeah...this is just awesome. She's nothing like the ones on those stupid TVs we had."
"Nope. They can't compare to her." You chuckled, leaning against one of the posts with a warm smile. "She's the real deal."
#clanask#galaxy anon#barbie movie x reader#barbie x reader#ken x reader#ryan gosling ken#one word prompt
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one word prompt: kiss
This turned into a Landoscar teasing flirting kiss moment (which is really me living through Lando panicking internally about Oscar's recent bulk-up) so heres that:
Word count: 1386
No warnings!
cross posting on ao3 as well since it turned out a bit longer than i thought it would!
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Lando was finding it hard to contain himself in this very moment.
Because apparently, while Lando was off galavanting through the streets of country after country throughout the winter break, someone had evidently chained Oscar to a benchpress, because…
…well, he’s huge.
But that is not supposed to be something Lando has feelings about. At least not these kinds of feelings. It wasn’t about having feelings about a man, no, but the fact that it’s Oscar.
Like, Oscar, Oscar.
The same Oscar who he’d watched whine to Kim about every single workout last season. Who’s neck gained inches only because he had to. The Oscar who didnt really seem to be the type to bulk up at all, seemed satisfied with just having the amount he needed for racing.
And the current width of his back is definitely not needed for racing.
And don't even get Lando started on his arms.
Let’s just say that there was a reason he sat down while they were chatting on the trackside earlier today.
Overall, Oscar was bigger, and Lando was into it.
He always had been, deep down, into Oscar, blame a guy, but this is a whole new level of just… wow.
As they sit in the little lounge in hospitality, which is unusually empty since it's only testing days, Lando is decidedly attempting to avoid looking at Oscar's body as much as possible. Because he can still see how much bigger Oscar looks through the hoodie he's wearing, for fucks sake.
"-But uh, yeah, overall, pretty boring break. Stayed at home for the time I wasn't in London for anything McLaren."
"-and evidently hit the gym." Lando adds, because apparently he can't keep his big fat mouth shut. He's internally kicking himself for being so dumb while Oscar lets out a breath of a laugh.
"I guess a bit, yeah, not much else to do." Oscar sums up. "At least there isn't when you don't travel to like six different places."
Lando lets out a snorted 'ha', before continuing.
"Well I found the time to keep up what I had but like, I'm shocked you can fit in the car with your wings right now, mate."
"Yeah? You checking me out, Norris?" Oscar raised a brow, teasingly.
And that was another change that Lando couldn't get past. The newfound confidence. Oscar has come far from the scared and shy little rookie Lando met a year ago at this point. This Oscar was confident and comfortable, and cheeky as hell.
"Don't get too full of yourself, Piastri," Lando replies, mockingly.
"I'd think you'd like it with your track record." Oscar comments, immediately following it with something Lando doesn't catch before he cuts him off.
"-What's that supposed to mean?!" Lando asks, voice pitching up in defense.
"I mean like," Oscar moves his hands around infront of himself like he's trying to find the answer in the air there, "I've seen Carlos before."
"I never should've told you about that." Lando groans, "Shut up."
That being Lando's embarrassing crush on his former teammate during their time together at McLaren, which he only admitted drunk and by omission once in a conversation about all of Lando's previous teammates.
"Nah mate, you can be into that all you want." Oscar puts his hands up like he's admitting defeat, "You liking the 'he could throw me around' look is not an issue with me."
Lando scoffs, "I did not say it like that."
"I'm pretty sure you said it exactly like that," Oscar defends, sitting up a bit straighter before learning into Lando's space, "if I remember correctly."
"Well, fine. Whatever." Lando stutters out, trying to ignore the fact that Oscar's movement meant his hoodie is now stretch taut around the width of his shoulders and chest. Lando can feel the flush of heat going over his face while he averted his gaze again, "When you're too wide to fit in the car when you're hot, don't come crying to me."
"Oh my god," Oscar laughs into the space between them, "Lando, do you, like it?"
"What? No- Shut up!" Lando stutters out. "I'm gonna go to my drivers room if you keep being an arse."
"Oh my god, you totally do, this is incredible." Oscar laughs, and Lando goes brighter red as he propels himself up off the couch. From behind him he hears the call of "No, Lando- Come back!"
"I will not tolerate this slander!" Lando jokes, flipping the bird at the air behind him as he walked towards him drivers room. Maybe Jon is around to work out the knot that Lando just created in his back.
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Lando did his best for the rest of the day to stick to his side of the garage, actual testing needed to get done, and he wasn't going to distract himself any more today, thank you very much.
So when he walked back to his drivers room to change and head back to his hotel, he was too exhausted to worry when his door didn't shut completely, a small sliver of space left where he could see into the hallway. To where Oscar's door also stood ajar across from him.
One second Lando was sitting down to tie his shoes, well, then he checked and got enveloped in his phone, distracting himself for he's not sure how long, and the next second he was letting out a squawk when he saw the peek of Oscar pulling his shirt off and revealing the pale expanse of his pecs and abs, freckles evident dotting the skin even from this far away.
"Are you an exhibitionist or something, mate?!" Lando shrieks, "Close your door!"
Oscar jumps, which makes all of the muscles that are now on obnoxious display tense, which is not helpful in the slightest for Lando's problem, and put's his hand on his chest like he's had the wind knocked out of himself.
"Jesus Christ, I didn't know anyone was here," He defends, walking toward's Lando's room to push the door open wider, "Why didn't you leave with everyone else?"
"I don't know, I just didn't!" Lando's voice continues to come out shrill, "Jesus mate, are you George? Go put a shirt on."
Oscar doesn't say anything in return, just stands in the doorway and laughs, deeply. "God, you can't even look at me. Lando! It's okay! I don't care or anything, you know."
"No, Oscar- Just, go!" Lando lets his eyes trail to meet Oscar's, and not look at anything else, fearing the consequences.
"Look down mate." Oscar raises his brows, challenging him. Lando shakes his head, aggressively. "Maybe I just want an objective opinion, man to man."
"You're evil, you know that?" Lando threatens.
"Come on mate, don't make me come over there." Oscar threatens in return.
Lando continued to avert his gaze, and Oscar does follow through, coming closer to Lando, pulling him up to stand from the couch. At that, Lando puts his hands up in front of himself to attempt to balance, immediately hitting Oscar's warm skin as a consequence. He finally looks down to see what he's done, and sees nothing but sweeping shadows and toned skin, everywhere. He stutters out an attempt at a sentence, his hands sliding down towards his sides, just lightly grazing the skin of Oscar's stomach as he does, before he looks back up into his teammates eyes.
"So?" Oscar asks, a teasing brow lifted at Lando.
And Lando smashes their mouths together before he can stop himself, his hands coming up to cradle the sides of Oscar's face. The other boy meets his force with matched vigor, pushing further into Lando's space so their fronts are pressed together.
When they break apart, the usual pink of Oscar's mouth is a bit more flushed than before, and Lando can see a slight pull of blood from where he may have caught Oscar's lip a bit too tightly between his teeth. Oscar does nothing but look at him, chuckle a bit, and turn around, Lando's eyes sweeping the expanses of the revealed skin, trying to commit it to memory before it disappeared.
"I'll take that as a positive, then." Oscar jokes, pointing a finger into the air infront of himself, before slipping back into his room and shutting the door fully.
#f1#formula 1#lando norris#oscar piastri#fanfic#writing#my writing#landoscar#twinklaren#mctwinks#op81#ln4#writing prompt#one word prompt#prompt fill
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Moon for the one word short story ask <3
Thanks Em 🖤🖤🖤
Moon
Gif by @loveisalwaystheanswer
He’s seen you leave your home at nights and return just before dawn. Never dressed in anything save your coat and nightgown and you return without a hair out of place nor sign you ever left.
It is a full moon tonight;you’ll be going out as you always do and this time Tommy will let his curiosity get the better of him.
He follows you silent as a shadow, a few times he has to hide before you notice him behind you, but you follow her to the Cut, to a hidden little place between the old trees and hiding something.
You are alone, you begin to sing, no, chant, and dance to its strange rhythm.
There are pebbles and other things marking something on the ground that you are careful not to step over as you begin to undress in the light of the full moon.
He should stop, leave before whatever demon you sing to comes, but he doesn’t. Tommy’s weakness was always strange beautiful women and you are no different.
“Will you watch or do you wish to join me, Mr. Shelby?” you ask meeting his eye despite his hiding.
He silently accepts the invitation and you offer him something from a flask you had in your coat pocket. He drinks it expecting whiskey, but instead he finds a strange brew that has him stripping out of his clothes and joining you in the dance while chanting the same words you do.
The baby the two of you conceived that full moon isn’t born human.
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November One Word Writing Prompts:
Shallows
Foretold
Gold
Icicle
Offering
Bonfire
Elderberry
Glory
River
Monument
Toadstool
Padlock
Beast
Weaving
Spy
Falling
Saviour
Cobbled
Honouring
Bleach
Fern
Hidden
Bladesmith
Distorted
Stained-Glass
Sacrifice
Rook
Messenger
Forage
Bells
#writing#writeblr community#writing prompt#writeblr#fantasy prompts#prompt#writing prompts#creative writing#prompts#story prompts#inspiration#writing inspiration#november#november writing prompt#november writing prompts#one word prompt#prompt list
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Infected
"No," Harry shouted, cradling his injured arm close to his chest like Draco was the most unreasonable brute to ever live, like Draco was the one who had hurt him in the first place.
"Harry-" he started.
But Harry shook his head, stepping around their kitchen table, keeping the table between them. "No!" he repeated, "you're going to hurt me."
"For fuck's sake," he sighed. "You've brought this on yourself."
His husband's bottom lip protruded, wobbling precariously, "It's not my fault," he whined.
And it was ridiculous just how hard it was for Draco to resist the urge to give in and just give Harry whatever he wanted when he pouted like that. "Harry, I told you not-"
"It's not my fault!" he interrupted.
"It literally is!" Draco argued, taking counter measures to try to catch the other man.
He shook his head, darting out of Draco's reach and moving into their living room, putting the couch between them this time.
"Harry. I told you to leave the next door neighbor's new dog alone. I told you that he is an asshole and that he was going to tear into you."
"But it's not my fault!"
Draco rolled his eyes and put his hands on his hips, "You literally walked up to the fence and reached over it for him!"
"It's not my fault that he is so bloody adorable!" Harry whined. "What was I supposed to do? Just let it continue looking so cute without touching it?"
"Yes," Draco said reasonably, "as a matter of fact."
"I can't," he pouted.
Draco rolled his eyes, "Well, now you have to deal with the consequences," he said, waggling a potion at him. "We need to get this on your arm so that you don't get an infection."
"But it hurts," he whined.
"Harry," he said, ignoring the way his pouting made Draco's gut twist uncomfortably, "it will only hurt for a minute, then it will be better. It's probably hurt more in the time you've put it off than it will just having the wound healed."
His husband slumped, looking defeated.
"Come here," he cajoled, sitting down on the couch and waiting.
After one more second of indecision, Harry made his way over and plopped down next to him.
He held out a hand and Harry gingerly placed his forearm, wound up, in his palm. "That looks like it hurts," Draco said sympathetically.
Harry nodded.
"Okay," he murmured, tapping lightly with his wand to numb the area slightly before pouring the potion on the wounds. He watched as the wounds knit themselves together, Harry wincing and hissing his way through the healing process. Then once the wounds were closed, he cast a spell to clean his arm. "There," he said lightly, "good as new."
Harry pouted at him.
With a little laugh, he brought Harry's forearm to his lips and pressed a kiss to where the skin had healed. "And a kiss to make it better."
"Thanks," he mumbled a little shy, even after all this time together.
He leaned in and pressed a kiss to his temple, "I love you, you know."
"I love you too. Thanks for fixing me up."
Draco smiled at him, "My pleasure, love. Happy to keep you safe," he added softly because it was true. Getting to love and take care of Harry was the great joy of his life. And it was something that he happily did until the day he died.
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#love#soft#fluff#silly#husbands#healer draco#cw for mild injury#drarry#100 drarry drabbles in 100 days#one word prompt#ewe
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send me a one-word prompt and a ship and I'll write you a lil oneshot and post it on ao3, how's that? feed me
#*nacho libre voice* is for fun#ask prompt#writing prompt#ship prompt#fic author#oneshot prompt#one word prompt#free to use friendos#timepetals#hellcheer#phineas and ferb#phinabella#or even something I HAVEN'T written for before?#elevenrose#tenrose#ninerose#lanejess#gilmore girls#listen you can think of other ones I'm just listing the ones I've written for in the past#jelsa#that's one of them. jelsa my beloveds#alvinette#oh boy am I 12 again? alvinette!!#don't tempt me#send me any ship you know I mutually like? I mean. peep my tumblr banner to see favorites of mine
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"Precious"
One Word Prompt-Closed (Jinx's POV)
TW:Murder-Suicide, talk of death, Jinx expressing positive views about dying
Ekko's eyes trialed from me to the pin of the chomper around my finger.
This was the only way things could go back to how they used to. The damage we have done to each other over the years could never be fixed.
This way we could be free of our past and be happy
I didn't stick it onto him. He has the choice to stay or leave me like everyone always does.
Vi had abandoned us.
She left me on that night of the canery and she left him for dead to take care of her beloved demon.
Yet he didn't move or try to run away. His eyes clouded with tears until it was raining on my face.
When everyone else was gone it was only us. We grew up to resent and despise each other. We both went our separate ways and he loathed me for not following him.
For the first time in seven years;
His tender, brown eyes stared into mine with something I always longed for. A treasure that I could only have in my memories brought to reality.
He was looking at me like I was precious.
It's what I missed from him. It was all I ever wanted and I had to die to receive it.
I swallowed the bitter taste of the blood I wanted to cough up to prevent it from ruining everything.
When we were kids, I could confide in him and he was a shoulder to cry on when my siblings overwhelmed me. He was the boy I discreetly gazed at as he looked over his blueprints.
He encouraged me and believed in my inventions just like Vi did. In return, I drew hearts over our initials and drew us holding hands and kissing in my diary.
The sweet, pretty boy had become a strong and most beautiful man at twenty. The sad, pitiful little girl had transformed into a sadistic, terrifying woman at eighteen.
I'm not afraid of death. We all die eventually, so there's no point of fearing the inevitable.
But I rather die by my grenade than have my ex-childhood friend I still cared for kill me.
He cradled the back of my head, he lowered himself on top of me until he whispered in my ear, "I love you."
My eyes widened and I temporarily stopped breathing. A great tremor took over me as I began to sob.
The questions I wanted to ask had gotten caught in my throat:
Why?
For how long?
What's the matter with you?
How could you possibly love me after everything we did to each other?
Who do you love? Powder or Jinx?
I didn't want to stew over the last question.
This was going to be our last moment together and it was perfect. It was everything I ever dreamed of.
It's only us now.
It's all we need.
We'll be together again. We'll be able to finally be happy in the afterlife.
I craved so badly to kiss him. To finally experience what his mouth would feel like over mine. I wanted to caress his face and run my fingers through his dreadlocks.
But we didn't have any time. The chomping had gotten louder and we only had seconds left.
Instead, I wrapped my arms around him tightly, my hand clutched in his hair. "I love you too,"
A flash of a pink cloud blinded me. The blast from the explosion covered our bodies in searing heat.
#timebomb#ekkojinx#ekko arcane#jinx arcane#arcane#my writing#one word prompt#prompt request#I FINALLY FINISHED THIS!!!#this idea is the most recent one. I made a full fledge fic out of this and another prompt😭#The one I WAS doing I k8nda lost interest in to do this one instead#ask#samelie4
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Jeans 👖
#one word prompt #Chenford one shot
REMEMBER: a one word prompt gets you a Chenford one-shot.
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“Don’t do it! Dad - do not do it! You DO NOT want to go in there right now. She’s kind of having a break down.” Tim stared down at his 16 year old daughter Diana, crossing his arms and widening his stance to match hers.
His baby girl who used to host tea parties with the neighbors’ dogs and her chinchillas, who used to rest her head on his shoulder when he read her bed time stories and explained the world to her, who now stood a few inches taller than her mom, with her thick wavy blond hair and her mom’s chocolate eyes brimming with mirth and laughter behind her, well his really, most intimidating TO scowl. She was gorgeous and kind and stubborn and cranky and if the rumors supplied by her younger brother were to be believed, she was secretly dating Angela’s son Mateo and she was by far, the most popular girl in school.
Diana was blocking his entrance into his and Lucy’s bedroom suite.
“I am not having a break-down!” came Lucy’s muted and slightly muffled voice from somewhere inside their bedroom.
“You know I can just pick you up and move you out of the way, right?”
“Oh really? Pff. Maybe when I was 7 and small for my age, you could grab me by my ankles and hold me upside down while telling me I was turning into a bat! I’m not gonna fall for that now!”
Tim looked down at her bare ankles and purple toenails as if considering doing that again. His back yelling at him internally to please, do not do that again.
Diana laughingly yelled back into the room, “he’s breaking through my defenses Mom! You might want to put some clothes on!”
Tim’s heart had started bursting at her laughter, because it was musical and happy like her mom and his mom, but then his eyes got big, and turned black with desire at the thought of Lucy unclothed less than 50 feet away.
Diana watched the shift in her Dad. Watching him shine love and affection down on her before shifting to something, deep, and feral, and fierce. She really enjoyed watching her Dad love her Mom. Yeah sure the PDA was over the top sometimes, but her parents without words had shown their kids that, deep, all-consuming love, affection and respect were possible and attainable. And worth it.
Then, with cat-like reflexes, Tim reaches forward and steps into a hug with Diana, wrapping his long arms around her, holding her close. Then before she could sink into the hug, he blows a raspberry on her neck and tickles her on her sides having effectively boxed her in with little wiggle room. Diana shrieks with laughter and instead of fighting like usual, tries the reflexive dead weight trick Aunt Nyla had shown her last week, sliding effortlessly out of his grasp to the ground before crab-crawling away and popping up again. “I’m immune to your tricks old man!”
Tim nods and points back at her with a huge grin while silently thanking both Angels and Nyla for suggesting the self-defense classes for Diana.
He then turns and enters his sanctuary - the part of the house where he feels the most at peace and at home because Lucy is here. Even after all these years, she makes his heart pound, his pulse race, and drives him crazy with desire. She’s his home in this building - their home.
“Luce - where are you love?”
“In here and yeah, I kind of am having a break-down.”
Tim pivots and heads to their walk in-closet to find Lucy sprawled on the floor in a navy blue t-shirt bra and boy short panties, one arm covering her eyes, and what looks like every pair of jeans they own strewn around her. She had been looking for something jeans related but now lay on the floor quietly crying.
Tim quickly lies down beside her and kisses her clavicle, right below where his very first Valentines Day gift still hangs around her neck. He’s given her quite a lot of jewelry over the years, but this simple gold circle on its delicate gold chain is worn almost every day since she got them.
“Honey, what’s with the jeans explosion? Aren’t you supposed to be at some garden party somewhere?”
“Yes, TJ’s school fundraiser garden party. I was there, wearing my favorite sunflower dress the one I always wear on Mother’s Day. But I was sent home for not wearing the ‘approved attire’ - jeans, a white top and a stupid garden hat covered in flowers. Apparently, I looked better than the hostess so she sent me home to change. That group clearly is still living in junior high. Ugh. It’s not my fault she’s a mean, angry, fat cow, that only fits into elastic-waisted jeans.”
“So then I get home, come up here and angrily start putting on jeans. And none of them fit! Not even my default safety jeans. The last time this happened I was pregnant with TJ. So I called the doctor to find out if that was even possible and she said no, it’s more likely due to the beginning of menopause. Then I started spiraling, thinking I’m turning into a blob who can only wear elastic wasted jeans. I understood Marjorie’s anger and then the tears came and they won’t stop. Your sexy wife is turning into a blob!”
Tim grabs Lucy and rolls them so she is laying on top of him, her head resting on his chest, and wraps his arms around her while kissing her temple. He holds her to him, lightly stroking her back, letting her cry it out. Over the years, they’ve mastered reading each other and silently communicating the kind of love and support needed in any situation. Right now Lucy needs quiet comfort.
When her breathing finally evens out and her tears stop flowing, Tim kisses her temple and says, “What did your Mom look like at your age? Your grandmothers? I don’t think I’ve ever seen elastic-waisted pants on any female in your family going back generations. Your DNA - your genes- are not programmed that way.
Which kind of is a bummer for me, because belt free, zipper free jeans? Hell yeah! A faster, easier way to get you naked? Sign. Me. Up! Why haven’t you been wearing those from the get go?
By now that’s hours, days, possibly weeks of extra naked time we missed out on because your jeans didn’t have an elastic waist band. I’m gonna sue for restitution - money, so I can take my honey on a multi-month, around-the-world-trip! A naked-time world tour, if you will.”
“You are ridiculous.”
“What I am, is stupidly, madly, deeply and completely head-over-heels in love with you. You could lose all your limbs and be a head and torso in a box and I would still be in love with you.”
“Oh god. We never should have watched that awful movie. A ‘Boxing Helena’ reference is not making me feel more attractive.”
“Ooh, but you know what will? My sex-on-a-stick husband romancing me tonight, on our back deck with candles, and fresh flowers, and something yummy on the grill. You can wear your khaki shorts and one of your snap shirts, and I can wear my sunflower dress. And you can unwrap me later.”
Tim immediately sits them both up, leans forward and kisses her silly. He is getting lucky tonight! (Well, really, he’d been lucky for a very long time).
“Diana! Grab your brothers and go to the Evers compound for the rest of the weekend- your mom and I need some time alone!”
#chenford#tim bradford#lucy chen#the rookie#tim x lucy#one word prompt#jeans#one word prompt = chenford one shot#andrea writes#i'm in chenford withdrawal#things that are awesome
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Castle for the short story ask
So sorry for taking my time em , i had too many ideas running around for it
Castle
Modern!teen rhaenicent
Gif by @dyingroses
They are both here for a tour of the Red Keep. Their school wanted them to write an essay about it, and as usual, Rhae Arryn partners with her.
Why wouldn’t she? They are best friends.
“Do you think they liked each other?” Rhae looks at the tapestry depicting King Viserys I with his family. His first wife is depicted in it besides their daughter, Rhaenyra, and her children from her two marriages and his second wife, Alicent, is on his other side with her four children.
Even the artist behind it couldn’t hide Alicent Hightower's youth. She is the same age as Rhaenyra Targaryen, just as Ali Redwyne is the same age as Rhae Arryn.
“Maybe they did before the king married her.” Ali answered, feeling unnerved by the resemblance they had with the women in the tapestries.
“No, that type of like, like like like each other.” The blonde specifies, and Ali finds herself blushing.
Leave it to Rhae to claim all ladies from before their time were secretly gay just because they are. Not that they were girlfriends or anything. They were gay just not for each other.
“I doubt they’d ever say that even if it did ---” Ali is interrupted by spur of the moment kiss from the girl beside her.
The red-haired girl kissed her back, and for a second, they’re school uniform changes to old timey dresses and the castle from the over lit museum to how it had been in the reign of Viserys I.
“Did you see that?” Ali asks when they break apart and return to the modern world.
“Do you want to see it again?”
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ANOTHER ONE WORD PROMPT but this one is SHORT and kinda SAD idk.
content warning is lister contemplating why he's currently lying in a ditch bleeding out and what he did to piss the sky off. only 554 words. I think this legit took ten minutes.
ty @thediamondarcher for the word!!
Sky
He can’t see the sky.
He’s lying partially on his side, and he can’t see the sky.
He doubts that even if he wasn’t stuck in this position, in the freezing cold river as the pain slowly seeps through past the edge of alchol, he'd be able to see the sky anyway. It’s so dark. It’s almost pitch black, and the heavy rain and thick trees above him do nothing to aid his vision.
Sometimes, without any prompting or accompanying message, his mum will send him photos of the sky back home. Rose dusks, cerise dawns, cerulean days. Anything she thought pretty enough to maybe improve her estranged son's day. Anything to remind him that she existed. Anything to catch his attention. Anything to say, please, please respond to this. As always, his only response was the money he sent every month.
When he was younger, around 5 or 6, he remembers going to see his dad in Glasgow. He had stayed for three weeks, and on the final night, he had snuck out to the small back garden. He and his mum didn’t have a garden. At the time, they didn’t even have their own flat. All they had was a spare room at his maternal grandparents flat. He had just wanted to see the stars from a garden he might be able to call home.
He could see the sky that night. But he couldn’t see stars. He knew as he grew up that it was the light pollution. Glasgow was much bigger than Chatham, after all. At the time, however, he thought it was the sky's punishment for him not going to bed at the time he was supposed to. punishing him for wanting more than it could provide. punishing him for being so bad.
He wasn’t sure what this was punishment for. There were too many faults to pin only one to this. Was it for assaulting Jimmy in that bathroom? for leaking that god-forsaken picture of Jimmy and Rowan? Maybe distancing himself from his mum. Maybe this was the sky punishing him again. It had punished him for sneaking out with no stars, and it had now punished him for leaving by taking away the sky entirely. His eyes close, and he pictures the sunset and how it would rise over Kent in the winter mornings as he walked to school.
When he wakes up next, he still can’t see the sky. But what he can see is the blurry outline of Jimmy Kaga-Ricci. He’s crying, maybe. He thinks he can feel Jimmy shake from where his head rests in his lap. Or maybe it's himself. The river is getting colder, but Jimmy provides phantom heat. The sky may have left him, but Jimmy had not. That girl is with him. Angel. an angel sent from the sky. They’re arguing about taking the knife out. He doesn’t know what knife they’re talking about. He closes his eyes and imagines the dusk falling over London from their flat window.
The final time he wakes up, he’s in a hospital bed. He’s loopy; he can’t think straight, but he doesn’t feel any pain. Rowan and Jimmy are asleep on chairs next to his bed, and the curtains are open.
Lister watches the sun rise and thanks it for ending his punishment.
#i was born for this#iwbft#alice oseman#osemanverse#lister bird#jimmy kaga ricci#rowan omondi#one word prompt
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thank you so much lovely! I wrote this back in April when you sent the ask and then promptly forgot about it, so sorry!
397 words, read here on AO3
He noticed it the first time they meet, how quick she was to blush. A shy duck of her head as her cheeks warmed at a joke he told. He flirts, and she flushes, brushing him off with a quiet smile and a roll of her eyes.
He started tallying the times he made her blush after a while, then turned it into a challenge: how many times could he get her cheeks to redden as she sat across from him in their office, how many times could he make her swallow thickly and clear her throat as she stood over an open corpse? How many times could he catch her turning her head away and trying to stifle a grin?
He starts trying to make her laugh, too. In meetings, he enjoys watching out of the corner of his eye as she reads the notes he slips her and has to cover a snort with a cough. Counts how many times he can get her to bark out a laugh as they’re driving along never-ending highways. Catalogues all the times he’s gotten her to chuckle into her coffee as they’ve worked their way through what seems like every small-town diner in the country.
The first blush when she’s returned, a sardonic smile at the stupid tape he bought her, had him blooming with pride, his chest swelling with hope as he shuffles out to leave her with her family, and he doubles down on his determination to coax her little reactions of delight from her.
The first blush after her remission has him falling to his knees, swearing fealty to her god in the dark solitude of his apartment, promising with child-like relief that he’ll never do anything bad again if only he doesn’t ever have to watch her fade into hospital sheets again.
But it’s years later, when he has her sprawled in his bed with her skin glistening with sweat, that he truly comes to appreciate that rosy glow, the blush that creeps down her cheeks to her neck, floods across her chest as she gasps, arcing beneath his ministrations. The ruddiness that’s bloomed along her cheekbones as wisps of hair cling to her, and her mewls as she comes down, a vital reminder that she’s here, and she’s with him, and she’s everything, everything that he’s ever wanted, ever needed, ever wished for.
Tagging @today-in-fic
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Pick a randomized prompt
What it says on the tin. I need the motivation. I have general ideas for all of these but can't bring myself to write and need the extra nudge.
Note that these are not pairings. Just the focus characters.
Repair, Saphira and Glenwing
Replacement, Brom
Scars, Arya and Islanzadí
Boundary, Brom and Eragon
Agility, OG Elf Squad (Arya, Fäolin and Glenwing)
Killer, Arya and Fäolin
Treasure, Brom and Murtagh
Blanket, Eragon
Lost, Glenwing
Sober, Brom and anyone listed (Eragon, Arya, Oromis, Glaedr, Islanzadí, Glenwing)
Colorful, Eragon and Glenwing
#inheritance cycle#eragon#the cyclists#the inheritance cycle#modern inheritance#ket's modern inheritance cycle#mic prompts#one word prompt#one word prompts#random prompt#prompts
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Soup
You sat on the sofa, rubber water on your head and a blanket over you. If you weren't so sick and your head wasn't pounding, you would laugh at the way Sans paced back and forth, and told him not to worry.
"what were you thinking, running in the rain like that?? ya know you could've just called me an' i'd picked ya up, right?"
It was unusual to see him so agitated with worry.
"N... nuh," you tried to explain, "I didn't think I'd get sick... it was just a short run... I'm not a kid,"
"but ya got cold for too long." He looks away when something dings in the distance. Sans leaves the room for a moment and comes with a bowl of soup. He pushes it in front of you.
You didn't really feel like eating anything at the moment, so you just shuffle under the blanket. He sighs, sitting next to you.
"ya gotta take care of yourself better, sweetheart..." He murmurs, taking the initiative to feed you.
It always tastes better when he was the one who fed you. Of course it also helped when he put his arm around you and pulled your head into his chest. You don't remember when, but you remember falling asleep as he nuzzled into your hair.
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elevenrose friends rejoice; I just got four more elevenrose prompts. prepare for a veritable fanfic buffet
#prepare for a dessert cart to be wheeled in your general direction#I keep thinking there's no room left on each shelf but then I see a spot for yet another dish someone has just handed me#leave room for dessert my friends#elevenrose#doctor who#fanfic#fic writing#one-word ship prompt#one word prompt#one word ship prompt#eleventh doctor#rose tyler#dw#doverstar writes#fic update
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One word promt: Falling
Something goes wrong during some risky behavior. Tenzin struggles for his life.
#Anonymous#one word prompt#one shot#Tenzin#it's not very good#it's like a crude sketch of somethibg much more beautiful in my mind#i'm just not capable to giving it justice
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