#send me a ship and a number and I’ll write a kiss

[thyme-in-a-bubble]

let’s go to a greek island because three men are in love with us and celebrate 5k

thank you all so so so much for 5000 followers! that is a super crazy number. like, wow. thank you all so much for being here, for reading my silly little stories and for always being so kind. I am unbelievably grateful for you all. this time will be a tiny bit different. not only will I hold a regular, fun celebration (this time in a mamma mia theme because why not? it's summer, it's fun) but I also just so happen to finish writing a story that I've been actively working on since january and thought that since I put so much love and time into it, it seemed fitting to share it as a part of this amazing celebration. here is a little schedule of when I'll be posting them, they are long and one hell of a read, I really hope you all like them ♡

friday (14/07) at 18:00 (CEST) - the murder at evergreen university

sunday (16/07) at 18:00 (CEST) - sour summer (an evergreen prequel)

this celebration will run from now till the 16 of july. anyone can participate and you can send in as many asks as you’d like, there is no limit.

if you need some prompts as Inspo for the request options, then try and click around on my sideblog @prompt-heaven where I keep a bunch of prompt lists very organised.

navigation | masterlist | request guidelines

fernando - games! (cast your mutuals, fuck marry kill, would you rather…)

lay all your love on me - tell me a random fact about yourself and I’ll say who I ship you with!

super trouper - i’ll give you an abba song that has your vibe!

angel eyes - send me a sfw request!

kisses of fire - send me a nsfw request!

when I kissed the teacher - request a moodboard! (it can be for a character, a prompt, word, name, colour or ask me to make one that fits the vibe of your blog) 

moots: @ddejavvu @oncasette @fightingdragonswithwho @angelulls @fxllfaiiry @prettyboyeddiemunson @cosmal @creelteeth @spencersfunkysocks @reidslovely @happyheidi @wonderlandhatter @spideyheart @appocalipse @skullrock @starlit-moonlight @chvoswxtch @lone-nyctophile @autumneverleigh @lanadelreyscokewhor3 @bruisedboys @midniteluv @solarluvs @ghostlyfleur @bcyhoods @vhagarlovebot @bradshawed @mystcldydrms @songs4themoon @katyswrites @strrawberrryjam @inkluvs

#5k celebration #milestone celebration #lea’s writing #steve harrington x reader #eddie munson x reader #peter parker x reader #frank castle x reader #bucky barnes x reader #matt murdock x reader #joel miller x reader #miguel o'hara x reader #din djarin x reader #steve rogers x reader #james potter x reader #sirius black x reader #remus lupin x reader #spencer reid x reader #the mandalorian x reader #curtis everett x reader #ransom drysdale x reader #ari levinson x reader #lloyd hansen x reader #frank adler x reader #jake jensen x reader #rafe cameron x reader #the darkling x reader

[raayllum]

"Don't leave" Rayllum <3

Plus send me a number with a ship and i’ll write it (accepted ships are tdp canon ships + rarepairs (claudiez, sopreli, corvus/terry, sorvus)

He gets nightmares on the way to the Starscraper.

Callum won't say so, but Rayla knows. She's taken to always waiting at night to hear his soft adorable little snores before she lets herself drift off, too, and with every night that passes since they've left the castle, it takes longer and longer for him to fall asleep. He wakes up close to noon with bags under his eyes, blankets tangled up along legs from thrashing in the night.

The first time she wakes him up, he whimpers and pushes her away, and won't—for the first time—accept her comfort. It hurts more than any cold shoulder ever did upon her return.

The second time, his eyes are wild, staring like they don't recognize her at first. Then the terror fades, warmth amid the clammy quality to his skin seeping back into his eyes, even if he still shies away from her touch and twice as much from her words.

"It's nothing you can help with," he mumbles regarding the hell in his head.

Her heart squeezes painfully. Something she can't protect him from.

Maybe that's why he never lets her comfort him back to sleep, lie with him on the mattress, nor hold his hand to ward off the monsters that hurt him so. He doesn't want her close, and she can't understand why, but... Rayla is the last person to question wanting space or to demand closeness.

She doesn't tell him that she lies awake on her mattress after each terror, watching over him while he sleeps, because that's something she can do.

It's their last night in the creaking boat before they reach the shoreline. Before it will just be a long, snowy trek to the Starscraper.

Tonight, when he thrashes, she shakes him away as her name escapes her lips, his desperate cry twisting her heart painfully, and when his eyes fly open, they look at her with only teary-eyed relief. "Rayla—"

"It's okay." She kneels by the side of the bed, taking his face in her hands. Brushing away his tears best she can. "We're okay."

His breathing slowly calms, helped by a few small sky incantations, before he removes her hands from his cheeks and they fall to her sides again. She wants to hold him. She wants to help him. But if he—

"Do you want to talk about it?" she offers, even as she has her suspicions: Aaravos, a puppetmaster. And whatever Finnegrin had done to him on that cursed ship. Not for the first time, she wishes she could kill Aaravos herself, just to put him at ease; that Finnegrin being in the belly of a sea leviathan was enough to calm the roiling storms in her best friend's mind.

He shakes his head. "No."

She straightens, pursing her lips, turning to leave—because ever since coming back, she still can't quite stay, because the world is still in danger, and because it will take more time for the distance he's enforced to dwindle and that's fine, really, it is—

He snags her wrist. "Wait," Callum croaks, and Rayla turns back around. Waiting. Watching. His thumb strokes over the place her binding used to rest. "Don't leave."

She inhales sharply,

Believe me, I want to go down there with you... You've got to stay with me... Really, that's it, just — goodbye? You're going to stay here and die out of... But would it be alright, maybe, if I stay?

He's never asked before. Not like this.

She steps closer. "Callum—"

"I want you to stay," he states, looking up at her. A beat. "Please."

Rayla crawls into the bed beside him and wraps him up in her arms. He settles, forehead pressed to her neck—faintly listening to her heart, she thinks, as she holds him tight.

If he wants her to... if he wants her, then—

Rayla kisses his forehead. "I'll never leave again," she promises.

She'll keep it this time.

#rayllum #requests #my fic #fic #ficlet #s6 #post season five #arc 2 #tdp #the dragon prince #if/when callum asks HER to actually stay. i will Cry #pining!rayla #constantly chasing after you #motif wise anyway #technically

[cheolhub]

UR INVITED 2 CHEOLHUB'S 1ST BDAY BASH!

ABOUT THE EVENT ☾⋆｡𖦹 °✩

HELLOOOOO! ok first of all, no one comment on my header (unless ur complimenting it 😊), i dropped my art minor after 3 months bc i lack artistic skill and i’ve made it very clear here. NEXT, it’s not MY birthday but cheolhub will officially be a YEAR old on the 26th of august & i wanted to celebrate with a lil sleepover event :> i've had so many ups and downs while running this blog and have almost abandoned it more times than i can count, so i just want to say CHEERS to cheolhub (aka sar aka me) for making it this far <3 i am eternally grateful for every kind message, every piece of feedback, and everyone who has been supporting me and my silly lil blog. i love u guys sm and would’ve been long gone without you T^T <3 i hope you'll join the celebration!! -3- and if this flops, you’ll never hear from me again /j /j /j

i knowww it’s early, but i start uni classes again next week (my last semester, yay 😻) and i wanna have time to do an event T-T

SLEEPOVER DATES ☾⋆｡𖦹 °✩

this event runs for about two weeks! from sunday, august 13th to sunday, august 27th. any asks sent after august 27th will be deleted!

please note that i’ll still be working on asks (if i have any left) even after the event is closed.

EVENTS ☾⋆｡𖦹 °✩

！★﹕ᶻ﹐LET'S EAT﹒

☆︎ who's hungry? 👹🍽 request a short (less than 1k) drabble and you shall receive. i will be writing the first 5-10 requests due to my busy uni schedule :3 — choose a prompt (or two) from this prompt list + a member from seventeen, txt or the boyz! [closed] (ik the list isnt numbered, so just copy + paste ur preferred prompt(s) ><)

★︎ mtl for seventeen and txt! [open]

☆︎ hard hours for any group i write for! [refer to my guidelines to see who i write for] [open]

！★﹕ᶻ﹐ TIME 4 SELF CARE﹒[open]

★︎ let's do the things that make us happy! what makes us happier than being delusional and horny? you guessed it! being shipped with a hottie 😻 — this is the SHIP GAME + i’ll give you a silly little trope to kickstart ur epic romance

☆︎ OR opt for a personalized moodboards or playlists based off the vibes you give off! (mutuals can get both a moodboard and playlist if they’d like bc i would diy for all of u -3- just say u want both so i know<3333)

note: anonymous senders, please send me a few bits of info like your mbti, ult group and/or bias (does not have to be a group i stan!), star sign (big three if you know it), favorite color, etc. basically anything you want to share + one of the options above. mutuals can ask for any of the above, but providing info is totally optional!!

！★﹕ᶻ﹐WANNA PLAY A GAME?﹒[open]

☆︎ q&a!

ask me anything! favorite movie, how i got into writing, what i do when i’m not writing, why i only ult leaders etc. but please nothing too personal!

★︎ my opinions on literally ANYTHING!

☆︎ ask me for fic recs or give me fic recs!

★︎ fuck, marry, kiss (not kill bc i do not condone violence… not on here at least /lh)

☆︎ would you rather

note: you can send as many of these as you’d like :p i like answering them <3

RULES ☾⋆｡𖦹 °✩

everything for this event will be tagged under #[ birthday bash ! ] you can block the tag to avoid seeing the posts!

please make sure to get your ask in within the time frame (aug 13th-27th)

minors, please please please do not interact!

be respectful and patient! — the drabbles, mtls & hard hours may take longer for me to get through, but i’ll try my absolute hardest to get them done in a timely manner <3

when sending an ask, be sure to mention the event so i can differentiate between those and my regular asks :)

have fun! ⭐️⭐️

#[ birthday bash ! ] #vernon and the cat r literally twins #send an ask 🤬 (non-threatening)

[cissyenthusiast010155]

Requests & Prompt-List

Requests are closed…

Send in a request on my blog page by clicking the ask button. I love scenario ideas, specific kink or ship ideas, and you can always send a specific prompt number of mine (which are below)! You can also request a specific phrase or wording (like a prompt I don’t have)! Feel free to combine more than one if your feeling extra spicy...

I don’t feel comfortable writing AMAB Male!Readers.

Fandoms I will write for:

ʰᵃʳʳʸ ᵖᵒᵗᵗᵉʳ, ᵐᵃʳᵛᵉˡ, ᶜʳⁱᵐⁱⁿᵃˡ ᵐⁱⁿᵈˢ, ᵍᵒᵒᵈ ᵒᵐᵉⁿˢ, ˢʰᵉʳˡᵒᶜᵏ ʰᵒˡᵐᵉˢ ⁾ᵃⁿʸ ᵛᵃʳⁱᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ⁾, ⁿᵉᵗᶠˡⁱˣ’ˢ ʷᵉᵈⁿᵉˢᵈᵃʸ, ˢᵗᵃʳ ʷᵃʳˢ, ᵗʰᵉ ˢᶜʰᵒᵒˡ ᶠᵒʳ ᵍᵒᵒᵈ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵉᵛⁱˡ, ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵃⁿᵈᵐᵃⁿ, ᵍᵘⁿᵖᵒʷᵈᵉʳ ᵐⁱˡᵏˢʰᵃᵏᵉ, ᵗᵒᵖ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ˡᵃᵏᵉ, ᵍᵃᵐᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰʳᵒⁿᵉˢ, ᵐⁱˢˢ ᵖᵉʳᵉᵍʳⁱⁿᵉ’ˢ ʰᵒᵐᵉ ᶠᵒʳ ᵖᵉᶜᵘˡⁱᵃʳ ᶜʰⁱˡᵈʳᵉⁿ, ᵖᵉᵃᵏʸ ᵇˡⁱⁿᵈᵉʳˢ, ᶠᵃˢᵗ ᵃⁿᵈ ᶠᵘʳⁱᵒᵘˢ, ᵐᵃᵐᵐᵃ ᵐⁱᵃ, ᵃᵇᵇᵒᵗᵗ ᵉˡᵉᵐᵉⁿᵗᵃʳʸ, ʳᵉˢⁱᵈᵉⁿᵗ ᵉᵛⁱˡ, ᵏⁱˡˡⁱⁿᵍ ᵉᵛᵉ, ᵃⁿᵃᵗᵒᵐʸ ᵒᶠ ᵃ ˢᶜᵃⁿᵈᵃˡ, ᵗʰᵉ ᵍⁱˡᵈᵉᵈ ᵃᵍᵉ, ᵈᵉᵃᵈ ᵖᵒᵉᵗˢ ˢᵒᶜⁱᵉᵗʸ, ⁹¹¹, ᵐᵃᵈᵃᵐ ˢᵉᶜʳᵉᵗᵃʳʸ, ᵛⁱᶜᵗᵒʳⁱᵒᵘˢ, ᵏⁿⁱᵛᵉˢ ᵒᵘᵗ, ᵗʰᵉ ᵒˡᵈ ᵍᵘᵃʳᵈ, ᵗʰᵉ ʲᵘʳᵃˢˢⁱᶜ ˢᵃᵍᵃ, ᵒᶜᵉᵃⁿ’ˢ ⁸, ᵈᵒⁿ’ᵗ ˡᵒᵒᵏ ᵘᵖ, ˡᵃʷ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵒʳᵈᵉʳ ˢᵖᵉᶜⁱᵃˡ ᵛⁱᶜᵗⁱᵐˢ ᵘⁿⁱᵗ, ᶜʳᵘᵉˡˡᵃ, ᵗʰᵉ ᵍᵒᵒᵈ ʷⁱᶠᵉ, ᵗʰᵉ ᵍᵒᵒᵈ ᶠⁱᵍʰᵗ, ᶠˡᵘˣ ᵍᵒᵘʳᵐᵉᵗ, ᵗʰᵉ ᵇᵉᵉᵏᵉᵉᵖᵉʳ, stranger things, doctor who, homeland, ᵃⁿᵈ ᵐᵒʳᵉ.

Don’t be afraid to make a request, just ask (;

Mommy...Masterlist          

“You think you can top me?” 

“Be a good girl and tie yourself to the bed posts”

“I mean did I expect the prank to go that direction? No. But did it turn out even better that way...? Abso-fucking-lutely.”

One bed troupe

“Shut up and kiss me already”

“My eyes are up here...”

“I didn’t know you were into that...”

“Fuck you.” “That’s what I’m trying to do...”

“Don’t be such a tease”

“Well... I didn’t expect that...”

“What the shit?!”

“Oh my... I’m... uh... speechless..”

“Oh. Ohhhhh.” *intensely blushes*

“They’re wayyy to old for you!!” 

“I don’t care. I... I love them/you”

Sex pollen troupe

“Don’t make me ask again”

“Count.”

“I swear to god I’ll fuck the brattyness out of you till you can’t walk…”

“Then why are you such a constant asshole?!”

“You know what, fuck it.”

“Stop doing that.”

“Like my name that much, do you…? Moan it then… Moan my name, [insert pet-name]…”

Forbidden romance/love troupe

“I dare you to kiss/snog the person you’d want to fuck the most in this group.”

“What do you want?”

“Darling… you sound sinfully delicious…”

“I swear to god, if you don’t let up right now.”

“Try me.”

“Fuck off” “What, on you?”

“What’s the dirtiest thought you’ve had about them/me?”

Enemies to lovers troupe

“Don’t do that... Let me see you.”

“Is that what’s been bothering you? Oh my, well I’m sure we can fix that.”

“Fuck. You did not just do that.”

“I’d fuck you.”

Best Friend’s Mom troupe

“I never thought someone would like my [...]”

“Kiss my ass. I’m not kidding, get down and fucking kiss my ass.”

“Right here? Really?...”

“It’s all gonna be alright, my love.”

“I fucking hate you! I fucking hate that I love you!”

“Kneel.”

“That’s right, grind down on me…”

“I’d die for you.”

“Wanna bet on it?”

“You did not just cum...”

“Watch your mouth...”

“You look so good when you beg...”

A/B/O verse (omegaverse troupe)

“Why not right here on the counter?”

“Fuck… Mommy! … Oh my, I’m so sorry, it just… slipped out…?”

“Shit, right there Daddy, please!! … Uhh… I… I didn’t mean that…!”

“You can call me Mommy/Daddy if you want too…”

“No… please god… not here… your killing me…”

“Beg me. Go on…”

“Quick. Kiss me.”

“I dare you to kiss the prettiest girl in the room on the lips.”

“You… find this attractive?”

“You broke the rules…”

“I won’t stop loving you…”

“I might do something I’ll regret…”

“I’m… I’m afraid I might hurt/break you…”

“You want me to step on you…?”

“I thought the prettiest thing about you was your laugh; I was wrong, it’s your moans…”

#prompt list #prompt-list #fanfiction prompts #masterlist #criminal minds fanfiction #harry potter fanfiction #marvel fanfiction #mcu fanfiction #criminal minds smut #harry potter smut #marvel smut #mcu smut #good omens smut #good omens fanfiction #sherlock holmes smut #sherlock holmes fanfiction #wednesday netflix fanfiction #wednesday netflix #wednesday netflix headcanon #wednesday netflix smut #larissa weems #larissa weems fanfic #larissa weems headcanon #the school for good and evil fanfiction #school for good and evil fanfic #the school for good and evil smut #school for good and evil smut #the sandman fanfic #the sandman fanfiction

[jdeanmorgan]

39. Because time has run out, for buddie pretty please if it sparks joy 💖

this one was just angsty enough to let me focus, so here you go bestie. (i'm sorry in advance)

It wasn’t supposed to happen like this. Buck was supposed to take his time, find the perfect moment to tell Eddie just how much he loves him. How much he’s in love with him. They’ve both been single for months now, ever since Eddie got dumped by Marisol, since Buck dumped Natalia. They were supposed to have more time. He presses his hand against his wound, closing his eyes at the sticky feeling of blood on his fingers. Eddie still hasn’t noticed, too busy shielding Christopher with his body. Who takes people hostage at a grocery store at 2 PM on a Sunday? Buck tries his best to act normal, to act like he isn’t bleeding out from a gunshot wound, a stray bullet aimed at nothing in particular. The hostage taker just wanted to scare them, of that Buck is sure. He doesn’t sound a day over eighteen. Buck leans against the shelf, but he does it too heavily. Eddie turns towards him, his eyes mapping out every inch of Buck’s body in the matter of a second. His eyes catch on Buck’s bloody hand, and a whimper is punched out of him. He lets go of Christopher, seemingly without realising, and rushes to Buck’s side, his hand finding Buck’s bullet wound. “Buck!” Christopher’s voice is shrill, full of fear. He’s leaning heavily on his crutches as he stares down at them. Buck doesn’t know how this happened, how he got down to the floor, but he doesn’t like the woozy feeling of blood loss rushing through his head. He lifts a bloody hand. “It’s okay, Chris.” “You’re not fucking okay.” Eddie exclaims, frantically trying to put pressure on the wound. He turns towards Christopher, ignoring the Ski-Masked man standing a few feet away from them, gun pointed right at Eddie. “Chris, get a first aid kit.” The man moves to aim his gun at Chris. “Don’t even think about it.” “What are you gonna do?” Chris questions defiantly. “Shoot a disabled kid?” The man sighs, aims the gun on Eddie. “If he does anything, I’ll shoot your husband again.” Buck can’t help the breathless chuckle from escaping. Even the man who shot him can see how much he loves Eddie, how much they belong together. It comes out more as a wheeze. He lifts his hand to Eddie’s cheek, running his thumb over his cheek. “It’s okay.” “It’s not okay.” Eddie’s voice is steely with his stress. “Just hang on, okay? Stay with me.” “I thought we had more time.” Buck coughs, the bitter taste of iron flooding his taste buds, something wet crawling its way out of his mouth. Eddie sobs, and Buck shakes his head as best as he can, ignoring the blatant dizziness the action brings. “Don’t cry, Baby.” “Don’t.” Eddie shakes his head. He takes the first aid kit from Chris, immediately tearing it open and getting the gauze. He lifts Buck’s shirt, disinfects the wound as best as he can. Buck tries his best not to make a noise, but the pain is too much. He groans, keeping his eyes away from Christopher. He can’t bear to see the pain on the kid’s face. Eddie presses the gauze against the wound. “Don’t you dare give me a deathbed confession.” Buck can’t help it. He smiles, his eyes stinging. He uses the last of his strength to lift himself up on his elbows. He drags Eddie forward, resting their foreheads together. “You have to let me.” “I don’t-“ Buck shushes him. He presses their lips together, the kiss weak, but it’s everything. Eddie kisses him back, then pushes him gently to lay on his back. “I’m not letting you die.” “I’m sorry.” Buck can already see black spots in his vision. He knows what this feeling is. He’s going to pass out, and he might not wake up. He looks at Chris, even though he told himself he wouldn’t, and he gives him a smile. “I love you, kid.” The last thing he hears before he passes out is Christopher’s sobbing, and Eddie begging him to stay awake.

Send me a Ship and a Number and I will Write a Kiss

#my fics

[cerealmonster15]

For the date ideas post, may I slip a note under your door that says Idikei? K bye! 🏃‍♀️

HELLO. this ended up being way longer than i planned initially JFKDLSJKLF sorry it took forever but also THANK YOU for the suggestion i LOVE IDIKEI i'm so glad i had reason to make myself sit and write for them!

This was written as a prompt from this post! I asked for someone to suggest a ship, and I would randomly draw numbers for the rest of the categories. I pulled:

Date type: Wedding date

Date idea: Getting ice cream[x] and strolling through a park

How the date is going: Super romantic

I may have taken some liberties with the prompts LOL but the overall vibe is there.

[Ao3 Link]

Title: Blue Raspberry Mango

Word Count: 5,224

Rating: G

Summary: Idia absolutely cannot show up to Azul's wedding while he's still single. Can you IMAGINE the obnoxious gloating he'd have to endure? Good thing his best buddy Cater Diamond is willing to help him avoid such a perilous fate!

“Oh my god, Trey,” Cater sighed between bites of risotto, “No one does it like you! I miss your cooking SO much!”

“Cater, don’t talk with your mouth full,” Riddle chided from across the table, but smiled nonetheless. “I suppose that means you’ll just have to come visit us more often, doesn’t it?”

“You know our door is always open for you,” Trey agreed.

“Provided you call first,” Riddle added. “It’s good manners.”

Cater laughed. He was glad his job in photography allowed him to travel around and ultimately landed him in the Queendom of Roses for most of his work. He’d never expected that he’d see so much of his old friends after graduation  and yet… Here he was, years later, sitting at the dinner table with two of his best friends in the entire world.

“Ooh, speaking of getting together for some mingle time,” Cater said, a grin spreading wide across his face as he spoke. “Did you guys get the invite to Jamil and Azul’s wedding!?”

“We did.” Trey stood for a moment to step into the living room, returning shortly with a familiar card that he placed on the table. “Riddle already sent our RSVP, of course. You’re going too, I assume?”

“So punctual!” Cater winked at Riddle, then nodded. “And OBVI. Cay-Cay’s not about to miss a once in a lifetime event like this! Idia says Azul’s inviting practically everyone from our NRC days. Something about wanting to ‘flaunt his happy marriage to everyone that doubted him,’ or something like that. You know how Azul loves his theatrics.”

“Ugh, yes,” Riddle scrunched up his nose, “I’m sure Azul will love reminding me - again - how he and Jamil managed to schedule a wedding before Trey and I have.”

Trey chuckled, pressing a kiss to the top of Riddle’s head on his way back into the kitchen to retrieve dessert. “You know it’s not a competition.”

“It is to Azul, and he certainly believes he’s winning,” Riddle sighed, but then turned his focus back to Cater. “And how is Idia doing? I imagine you’re one of the few that he willingly keeps in contact with from NRC these days, yes?”

Cater nodded, a sense of pride filling in his chest at the acknowledgement that Cater was, in fact, one of the rare people Idia spent time talking with. On PURPOSE, even! “I sure am! He’s chill doin’ his thing over at S.T.Y.X. with Ortho. He still games with Lils on the ‘reg, and I think he and Azul do these, like, speedy flash matches on Chess.com? I don’t know if they even talk to each other. I think they just like the thrill of trying to digitally kill each other or whatever.”

Still, gaming and asserting dominance over virtual board games was practically the social pinnacle when it came to Idia Shroud.

Riddle raised a curious eyebrow. “Chess… Dot com…?”

Cater already had his phone out. “I’ll send you the link, and I'll get Idia and Azul’s usernames for you. I bet they’ll be thrilled to have a fresh opponent.” 

He pulled his phone out, despite Riddle’s unspoken no texting at the dinner table rule, and sent a quick text to Idia.

Cater: heyyy whats ur chess.com username or w/e + also azuls

To which Idia replied almost instantly, as he tended to do with Cater whenever he wasn’t physically too busy to multitask.

Idia: no way ur actually signing up for chess.com unprompted. whats it for

Idia: also ew why azul lol

Cater huffed a small laugh through his nose at the incoming messages while he sent the website link to Riddle, and then swapped back to Idia’s messages.

Cater: lol u know me so well bestie ~ it’s for riddle!

Cater: cmooooon u know u and azul would have fun doin one of those speedster rounds with him lol

Idia: they’re called bullet rounds 😑 w/e ya i’ll txt u the info

Idia: or yknow. he could wait to get it at the wedding. 👀👀👀

Cater gasped out loud, followed by a squeak of delight, causing both Trey and Riddle to look at him curiously.

“Whatever’s happening on your phone must be very interesting,” Trey said, “because you haven’t even glanced at the plate in front of you.”

There was, in fact, a new plate in front of Cater. A plate with a beautifully sliced, dark chocolate tart, topped with fresh strawberries and raspberries. A compromise, of course, as Trey trained himself in the art of locating more semisweet desserts back at NRC, so Cater wouldn’t feel completely shut out when it was time to bring dessert to the table. 

A subtle reminder to Cater that he was very loved by his dear friend.

“Aw, sorry Trey!” Cater set his phone down and took a bite of the tart. Perfectly balanced flavors, as always. “I just got excited! Sounds like Idia’s able to make it to Azul’s wedding after all. We weren’t sure ‘cause of his schedule, but I guess he managed to clear things up in time!”

“That’s good,” Riddle said, a light smirk forming across his face, “because I think we all know Azul would never let Idia hear the end of it if he failed to show.”

Cater’s phone lit up again, another text from Idia displayed for all to see.

Idia: ummmm ahem nows the part where u ask me if i cleared my schedule so i could go ( which ya i did) so that i can smoothly lead in2 asking u for a favor

Idia: cmon cay stay on the ball 🙄 

Riddle sighed. “Why don’t you just call him? There’s no use pretending you aren’t distracted by his texts going off every few seconds. It’s faster.”

Cater COULD argue that he and Idia weren’t exactly ‘callers’ so much as ‘texters’ or ‘video chatting in the privacy of their own homes while multitasking on six other activities’, but… He figured it was best not to start a disagreement with Riddle of all people.

After about three rings, Idia answered. “I-it’s not such a big favor that you needed to call me…” he sheepishly mumbled into the receiver.

Cater smiled. Idia was always so shy in the first few seconds of a call, planned or not. “Yeah, yeah, but I don’t wanna bug Riddle and Trey with my constant text notifs-”

“You know how to put your phone on silent.”

“Idiaaa…” Cater pouted, and though Idia couldn’t see his face, he could definitely hear it in Cater’s tone. “Just tell me what’s up?”

Idia exhaled a long, drawn out, dramatic sigh, before responding. “‘Kay, fine, whatever. Basically, I need you to LARP as my player 2 at Azul’s wedding. Y’know, secret stealth mission style.”

A long pause.

“...Huh?” Cater eloquently replied. “Um, what?”

“Uuughhh, this is why I didn't wanna have to explain out looouuud,” Idia groaned. “Listen. You know Azul. I know Azul. The dude invented the concept of being an insufferable, smug little bitch.”

That last comment pulled a full laugh out of Cater. “OMG, Idia, if that’s the kind of stuff you say about your besties, I’d hate to hear you tell me about your enemies!”

As if Cater hadn’t heard endless gamer rants time and time again about randos online that Idia felt personally wronged and slighted by. He knew exactly how cutting and fired up Idia could get, so by comparison, Idia was being gentle with Azul.

“LOL, Azul’s no bestie - but N-E-Way, circling back to the prime objective… Um…” Idia’s voice grew quieter as he cleared his throat. “What I’m saying is… There’s a 100% chance Azul’s gonna rub his stupid new marriage in my face, like, ‘Ohh, Idia, still single, are you? Wow, what’s that like? Can’t relate, Jamil and I are sooo happy in our stupid normie marriage, here come look at my ring did you see my ring-’ like, DUH I saw the stupid ring! He only emailed me a billion pictures of it!”

EMAIL?! Cater bit back a laugh. That was so on-brand for Azul.

“So, uh, anyway…” Idia resumed his mumbly, more reminiscent of NRC days tone of voice. “I wanna… Lie. W-With you.”

WHA-

“N-N-Not like, physically!” Idia quickly followed up before Cater could interject. “I mean, like, deceit! Lies and slander but without the slander! I want you to pretend to be my wedding date!”

“Your… Your wedding date?” Cater repeated, earning a couple of curious glances from Trey and Riddle. “Wait, what? You want me to pretend to be your date just so Azul doesn’t think you’re single?”

Trey raised an eyebrow. Riddle furrowed his brows together with a frown.

Cater pretended not to see.

“Exactly!” Idia responded with a sigh of relief that Cater was still following. “If he thinks I have a new b-boyfriend, he’ll have slightly less reason to be annoying towards me specifically! And it has to be believable anyway, right? You’re one of the few people I still talk to post-grad, so…”

It also didn’t hurt that Cater would be high up in Idia’s top 10 list of prettiest guys to ever graduate from NRC. And NO, it didn’t matter who the other nine on that list were, thank you very much.

“Well, for one, I’m totes flattered,” Cater said. “But, d’you think we’d be able to pull something like that off?”

“Cater!” Riddle interrupted. “You cannot seriously be considering-!”

“Shh,” Trey softly interrupted Riddle’s interruption. “Let’s see where they go with it, first.”

Riddle relented with a pout, leaning into Trey’s shoulder and watching Cater closely.

Idia huffed into the receiver. “What, because the Riddle Police is gonna expose us before we even try?”

“Aw, nooo, Riddle can keep a secret! Right, Riddle?” Cater covered the phone with his hand and offered Riddle and Trey his best, sweetest, pleading smile - complete with as much eyelash fluttering he could muster on the spot. A classic Cater Diamond move.

Riddle and Trey both sighed at the all-too familiar sight. 

“Cater,” Trey said, “You can’t weasel your way out of every situation with a cute face.”

“Ooh, is that a challenge?” Cater winked, then dissolved into giggles as Riddle crossed his arms and continued to pout at him.

“I don’t exactly feel right about you two lying for such frivolous reasons, but… I can’t say I don’t fully… Understand.” After all, having graduated alongside Azul, Riddle just might understand better than anyone why they might feel tempted to go about such a way to avoid Azul’s smug tendencies. “Just don’t expect Trey or me to carry any outlandish stories for either of you!”

“Yay!” Cater cheered, uncovering the receiver and speaking back into the phone. “No biggie, Idia. We’re all good over here!”

“Wait, so you’re in, then!?” Idia asked. He hadn’t really expected this to go so well, but he figured if anyone would be willing to hear him out, it would be Cater. He was always down for a fun shenanigan, after all, but still… “I kinda thought I’d have to do a little more convincing, TBH. I even wrote a speech-”

“Lemme hear it anyway!”

“No!” Idia shouted. “You already agreed, so no take-backs!”

Cater giggled. “Hehe, alright, alright! Let’s do a vid call when I get home later, and we can start planning our coordinated outfits!”

–

The wedding itself was beautiful, obviously. Cater and Idia wondered just how much bickering likely went on behind the scenes for Jamil and Azul to find a compromise between Azul’s need for an extravagant, flashy-yet-tasteful, show-off wedding, and Jamil perhaps wanting something more lowkey and humble.

Or, perhaps they truly both wanted to show off to their former classmates, as the wedding ultimately ended up very ‘cammable, as Cater made sure to tell Idia every five minutes. 

“God, did you see these centerpiece flowers?” Cater giggled between sips of champagne as he clutched Idia’s arm and tugged him over to a nearby table. He nearly spilled the glass on his shirt trying to pull his phone out of his pocket, and was saved only by Idia reaching over to pluck the champagne flute from his hand and finish drinking it himself. 

“Heh, failed your dex saving throw,” Idia grinned. “And yeah, I saw those same flowers when you pointed them out ten minutes ago.”

“Uh, ‘scuse me for getting excited about all the photo ops, babe.”

Idia rolled his eyes at the obvious teasing, but a few giggles spilled from his mouth all the same. Surely it was due to the champagne that he felt so lighthearted and giddy, despite being trapped at such a bustling social event.

“Well, well…” The familiar voice of Azul Ashengrotto called out from behind the pair as he and Jamil - arm in arm, much like Idia and Cater - approached. “It would seem that your message wasn’t full of baseless fabrications just to try and distract me from our active chess match after all, hmm?”

Cater couldn’t hold back from openly, loudly laughing. “Wait- Idia, did you for realsies RSVP to their wedding over Chess.com?!”

“Yes, he did,” Jamil sighed. 

“Oh, don’t act like it didn’t make you laugh too, my dear.” Azul patted Jamil on the arm, to which Jamil responded with a snort and roll of his eyes. 

“That being said,'' Azul continued, “I really couldn’t believe it until I saw it for myself in person. You two really did end up together after all, then?'' His piercing gaze shifted from Idia to Cater, and then back to Idia with a growing, devilish grin. “Your cute little high school crush never faded after all these years?”

Idia gasped. Oh, he should've known this was the route Azul would take the second he didn’t have a chance to gloat about Idia being single. Of course Azul wouldn’t forget about the forbidden knowledge he collected back in the olden days of NRC. An elephant - or in this case, an octopus - never forgets! And this particular octopus still had that stupid, smug grin on his face that Idia was so hoping to avoid.

But, there truly was no avoiding smugness when Azul Ashengrotto was involved; both Idia and Cater were fools if they thought they could prove otherwise.

And speaking of Cater, his gasp was even louder than Idia’s. “OMG. A crush!? You had a crush on me when we were in school?”

Idia instinctively reached for the hood that he was not wearing. Curse these fancy wedding clothes and their stupid, hoodless collars… “U-um! So what if I did?!”

“You never told me!” Cater huffed with the PUFFIEST cheeks he could muster. Trey and Riddle could say what they want, but his cute pouts were his most powerful weapon! … After his unique magic, probably.

“The poor thing thought you were dating Trey for the longest time,” Azul interjected, clearly pleased with the direction this conversation had gone. Idia’s flustered look of betrayal was more than satisfying.

“Wh-!? I literally TOLD YOU when Trey started dating Riddle!” 

“Okay, well, I thought you three had some sort of secret polycule hidden route thing going on in your IRL VN of a life!” Idia huffed, crossing his arms in what was probably a more adorably huffy look than he intended. 

“Oh? What’s the matter?” Azul asked, his smarmy grin not faltering in the slightest. “You’re together now, are you not? No need to be so embarrassed… Right?”

Oh. So that’s how it was. Azul was a doubter and a HATER, huh?

“Ugh,” Idia grumbled. “Anyone would get embarrassed when you go aggro-mode like that with forbidden lore of the past!” He reached for Cater’s hand as he spoke, and gripped it firmly in defiance of Azul’s stupid smug face. 

“Um, yeah, totes!” Cater returned his friendly, dazzling smile to his face. “Besides, I think it’s cute. Look how far we’ve come!”

“Maybe your wedding will be next, then.” Jamil said, a tiny smirk tugging on his lips as Idia once again failed to hide his jittery reaction. 

“Oh, please,” Cater laughed. “I think Riddle might actually kill me if we cut ahead of him and Trey.”

“Oh, yes, of course,” Azul chuckled. “And how long have those two been engaged, again?”

“UUGGHHH,” Cater groaned with every ounce of drama he could muster. “Don’t rush them! You KNOW Riddle isn’t gonna cut a single corner when it comes to having the perfect wedding!”

“Well, I’d say we managed to do so quite efficiently,” Azul said, not even pretending to be humble. “I couldn’t afford to waste time, after all. I wanted to marry the love of my life as soon as possi-”

“God, you’re so cringe, Azul,” Idia interrupted, crinkling his nose at Azul’s shameless, sappy proclamations of love for his partner while he and Cater were still standing RIGHT THERE! 

Cater decided that perhaps this was his and Idia’s cue to escape the conversation. “Um! Y’know what, Idia?” He said, starting to tug Idia in the opposite direction. “I totally feel inspired by their lovey-dovey vibes. Let’s go dance!”

“Wh-!” Idia’s protests dissolved in his throat as Cater swiftly pulled him through the crowd and back to the dance floor. Idia, of course, complained, but when Cater asked him if he’d rather dance together or go back and continue talking to Azul, the protests quickly stopped.

And so they danced - Cater led Idia through a range of more traditional dances that Riddle taught him over the years, and plenty of modern dance trends that Cater practiced through watching hours of viral Magicam videos. Idia, though nervous at first, soon forgot his fear of prying eyes as he and Cater got lost in the moment together. Cater wasn’t the only one with dances to teach, after all! Idia made sure to show Cater just how much he learned through all his hours of watching idol group music videos.

Perhaps their dancing strayed a bit from the theme of the actual music playing, but that didn’t matter to them. Idia and Cater had fun off to the side in their little pocket of the dance floor together, occasionally joined by a former classmate now and then, or pausing to make conversation. It really WAS  an NRC reunion, intentional or not.

And it was exciting! Exciting… And really, really draining.

“...Idi-BB,” Cater sighed, draping an arm around Idia’s shoulders and leaning against him with a few exhausted pants. “I’m, like, so spent from all our hardcore grooving. Y’’wanna go outside for some fresh air and a sensory break?”

“Yes,” Idia wheezed, nodding with equally exhausted enthusiasm. 

The two promptly fled the scene, getting themselves out of the crowded venue and across the street to a quiet little park that was decorated with seasonal lights and flowers.

“Azul and Jamil really know how to pick a location,” Cater murmured as he and Idia walked under an arch of twinkling lights and found their way to a bench. “Even the nearby lots are top-tier photogenic. It looks like there’s even some kind of night market going on at this park.”

“Just what we need,” Idia complained, “MORE activities.”

“Hey, c’mon, at least over here we don’t have the obligation to talk to anyone. No familiar faces at a random market! And besides…” Cater pointed towards one of the trucks with pretty lights and colorful signage. “That one looks like it’s selling ice cream!”

“You don’t even like ice cream!”

“But you do…” Cater mumbled, and then grinned. “Plus, ice cream from vendors always looks super pretty. So, like, you get a sweet treat, and I get sweet pics! It’s a win-win, really.” 

“Do you ever take a day off your photographer brain?”

“Absolutely not. The ‘cam life was simply my calling, as my professional website can show you. I still can’t believe Azul didn’t even ask to hire me for wedding photos, TBH.”

“You wouldn’t’ve wanted to,” Idia said, slowly standing up and inching over to the ice cream truck-slash-booth. “Azul would have crazy annoying standards and requests, and would no doubt try and squeeze out a ‘friends and family’ discount from you.”

“Ugh, totes,” Cater shook his head, walking alongside Idia towards the truck “I’d rather take it easy and enjoy the event as a guest, anyway. Much more fun!”

He paused for a moment, peering at the menu. “Looks like they've got some flavors based on the Great Seven - Ooh, OMG, you should get that one!” 

Idia looked at the menu item Cater pointed at and read it aloud. “...King of the Underworld Cone: Mango and Habanero Sorbet, topped with blue raspberry syrup and chili-lime flakes, and served in a blue raspberry cone.”

“I love a good mango-chili combo! And the colors are perfectly coordinated to match our hair. You’ve gotta get it so we can take a cute selfie under the lights!”

Idia sighed, but pulled out his wallet as Cater ordered it for him. It DID sound pretty good, so he wasn’t going to fight it. He allowed Cater to hold the cone and pull him back over to the bench, pull him in close, and finally snap the photo before he finally got to try the ice cream.

“Jeeze, you seriously haven’t let up on the selfie-taking all evening,” Idia said between licks. “It really is like we’re back at school.” He held the cone out to Cater, tilting his head and silently offering him a taste.

“Aw, c’mon!” Cater paused, eyeing the ice cream suspiciously for a movement before lowering his head and giving it a tiny, curious lick. “...Ooo, spicy! That’s not bad.” He smiled, then turned back to his phone to text Idia the photo. “And anyway, I’ve def let up on the selfies these days, especially since I take pics for a living now.” Cater supplemented his statement with yet another pout. “Besides, today was a special occasion! Like, hello? It’s a WEDDING, and there were a ton of people I haven’t seen in years!”

Cater reached over to boop Idia on the tip of his nose. “Like you, mister! You live so far away and with such a complex job, I haven’t seen you in, like, LITERALLY forever…” He sighed, dropping his head onto Idia’s shoulder.

It was a warm and familiar sensation to the both of them. Near the end of their time at NRC, the two spent many a late night in Idia’s room binge watching anime or pop idol music videos together, which almost always ended with Cater laying half asleep propped against Idia’s side. The first three dozen times it happened, it would send Idia into a silent, internal freak out spiral, but through the exposure therapy of Cater’s consistent sleepiness, he eventually not only grew used to the feeling, but started to yearn for it on nights he watched shows alone.

“...Tell Riddle and Trey to hurry up on their wedding planning, then,” Idia mumbled into his ice cream. “If I know about it early enough, it’d be easier to fit into my busy boss-lord schedule.”

Cater’s ears perked up. “Oh? Would you really go to their wedding?! I know you weren’t as close to Riddle and Trey as you are with Azul … But then again, I guess you have been playing those online chess matches with Riddle ever since we signed him up.”

“Never doubt a warrior’s bond over a chess board,” Idia snickered. “A-And, uh, yeah. I’d go, but… Only ‘cause I know we’d get to see each other again, or whatever… O-Ortho would probably want to go, anyway, so… Might as well.”

“Aww!” Cater picked his head up to beam at Idia, eyes shining with delight. “You better promise! ‘Cause I WILL be there, and I’ll be on official photographer duty, so you should start planning your perfect outfit now. There’s no hiding from this professional shutterbug!”

“Wha-?” Idia scrunched his eyebrows together in confusion. “Weren’t you just saying you were glad you didn’t have to put up with Azul’s picky perfectionism and just wanted to enjoy being a guest? You don’t seriously think Riddle Rosehearts would be any less difficult a client than Azul, do you?”

Cater laughed. “Oh, don’t worry, Idia. you’re forgetting one very crucial detail!”

“...What’s that?”

“Riddle is my bestie, and I love him.”

Idia burst out laughing, quickly covering his mouth to avoid spewing blue and orange droplets everywhere. “The power of friendship is gonna save you from Teapot Tyrant meltdowns?”

“Hey!” Cater protested. “I’ll have you know that Riddle is MUCH more mellow these days-”

“Heh. You should see the chat logs from our last chess match.”

“Oh my god,” Cater rolled his eyes. “ANYWAY, I’ll have you know I’m the perfect person for the role. Trey and I stood by Riddle’s side for two years running Heartslabyul and herding underclassmen around. Riddle trusted my aesthetic eye when it came to setting up tea parties, and I earned that role, thank you very much! I’m a trained professional in both photography AND Riddle de-escalation tactics.”

Idia laughed again as Cater dropped his head back down onto his shoulder. Really, he couldn’t argue with that logic. After Trey, Cater really was the only other person from their school days that knew how to handle the ins and outs of a Riddle Rosehearts tantrum.

Still, a lot had changed over the years…

“...Did you really have a crush on me when we were in school?”

Idia nearly choked on the half-crunched cone that he just shoved into his mouth. “WH- GHK- CATER!” 

Cater quickly sat up again and started patting Idia on the back while he coughed up blue chunks. “OMG- Don’t you dare die on me before giving me an answer!”

A few more coughs and wheezes, a rough swallow of ice cream remains, and then Idia finally spoke again. “...Ugh... Hey, what’s with the sneak attack!? Don’t you think I took enough psychic damage when Azul brought that up earlier?!”

“No!” Cater huffed. “Because you never even told me! Why’d I have to find out from AZUL?”

“B-B-Because…” Idia stammered, “Why would- I told you I thought you were dating Trey and kind of also Riddle back then! And there was also that one time you came over to hang out after you’d been to a party in Pomefiore, and you told me you kissed Rook Hunt!”

Cater gasped. “OMG, I can’t believe you remember that. I almost don’t remember that!”

“Of course I remember!” Idia took his turn to pout, now that the ice cream cone was finally finished and no longer a hazard to his theatrics. “I had a huge crush on you! OBVIOUSLY I’m gonna sit and agonize endlessly over every little detail you told me about your love life - and also my own headcanons to your love life, apparently. You were my super hot best friend and I was the school shut-in!”

Cater gasped. “You thought I was hot?”

“I still think  you’re hot!” Idia shouted, and then slammed his hands over his mouth as his eyes blew wide open and the tips of his hair flushed into a bright shade of pink, flaming wisps dancing wildly around his face.

Cater stared silently back at Idia with equally wide eyes as silence filled the air between them.

Idia promptly spent the next ten seconds planning out how he could escape and have Ortho help him fake his own death, only to be interrupted by Cater speaking again.

“...It’s kinda like the universe is playing a trick on us, don’tcha think?” 

When Idia’s only response was more panicked stares, Cater continued. “Um, like… Neither of us was really ever the type to seriously ask someone out, y’know? So we were both just… Sitting on our feelings.”

Idia finally managed to find his voice again as he squeaked out a reply. “Wh-?! Both? ‘O-our’ feelings?! You never-!”

“Ugh, Idia, please,” Cater grabbed Idia by the shoulders and turned him so they were facing each other. “I fell asleep on your shoulder WAY more times than I’ve ever gotten sleepy hanging out with Trey, and he and I were roomies for two years straight!”

“...How many times did you fall asleep on Tr-”

“NOT important! Just- Listen…” Cater closed his eyes for a moment and took a deep breath. He slid his hands down from Idia’s shoulders to his hands, then opened his eyes and looked at Idia very seriously. “...I… Also still think you’re hot.”

“Wh- Don’t make fun of me!” Idia shrieked, his face now matching the color of the tips of his hair as he attempted - unsuccessfully - to wiggle his way out of Cater’s grasp.

“Sorry, sorry, I couldn’t help it!” Cater giggled, tugging Idia closer. “But I'm not making fun, I swear! You really are still a Grade-A hottie after all these years!”

Idia paused his squirming to glance sideways at Cater. “..Enough to kiss me instead of Rook at a party?”

Cater gasped in shock, and it was Idia’s turn to laugh. 

“IDIA! You’re so much bolder these days, jeeze….” A sly grin spread across Cater’s face, and he leaned closer. “But, y’know… We ARE at a wedding party, and Rook is one of the guests.

Idia went quiet again, freezing in place as he watched Cater’s face move closer.

“Totes within kissable range if we went back, I guess… But I kinda don’t wanna get on Vil and Leona’s bad side, y’know?”

He leaned in closer, and hoped Idia couldn’t hear the anxious hammering of his heart against his chest.

“And… You’re a lot closer… And a lot cuter, TBH…”

Cater paused, averting his eyes to the side. Waiting. 

The offer was on the table, and it was up to Idia what happened next. The following five seconds stretched across what felt like eons to them both as Idia focused all his energy on trying not to literally pass out on the bench and take Cater down with him, or get overwhelmed by the possibility that if he DID kiss Cater, Cater might immediately throw up all over him and run away screaming. Really, it wasn’t that he didn’t WANT to kiss Cater, but what if he died? What if they both died!?

Well, they didn’t die. The agonizing seconds passed, but Idia decided that if he DID die, he’d rather go out knowing what Cater Diamond’s lips felt like against his, even if just one time. 

The kiss itself was quick, but had the weight of ten thousand hammers crashing into their walls of repressed feelings built up over several years.

Idia pulled back first, watching Cater cautiously for any signs of nausea.

But, Cater smiled at him, a nervous giggle bubbling from his lips. “That was-”

“BIG BROTHER? CATER DIAMOND? WHERE ARE YOU!?” Ortho Shroud’s shouted out in the distance from the direction of the wedding venue.

Oh, shit. How long had they been hiding out at that park, again?

“We… We should probably… Go back…” Idia mumbled.

“Y-yeah…” Cater slowly backed off of Idia, face flushed, but had not let go of his hands. “We… We should talk tonight, yeah?”

Idia wordlessly nodded, clutching Cater’s hands like his life depended on it.They headed back towards the wedding venue, hand-in-hand, both ignoring the internal dread from within at the growing realization that they both, somehow, had Azul Ashengrotto to thank for this.

#twisted wonderland #twst #idikei #cater diamond #idia shroud #cereal writes #extrasweetcoffee #as always go to the ao3 for more tags / my bonus blabbering in the notes LOL

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Monica/morse for 21 “on a piece of insecurity”? 🥰🥰💕

‘Dev? My darling?’

A shard of light slips under the bathroom door as Monica pushes it open. The children have all been put to bed, the strains of Taneyev’s Piano Quintet in G Major rising and falling through the radio that sits on the little bedside table. Morse sighs, staring back at his reflection in the shadowed light. An older man stares back at him, thin and worn with worry lines creasing his forehead, wrinkles carving into his cheeks. Grey curls catch at his temples, crowsfeet caught against his eyes.

The birthday things have been cleared away, the banner that the children had made still strung up in the kitchen.

The dark eyes that he loves so much shimmer with tears as she blinks back at him, reaching to stroke his cheek.

‘What’s the matter?’

Gently, she cups his face in her hands, stroking the line from cheek to jaw. Her hand closes over his fingers, tracing the line of his wedding band.

On instinct, he tugs at his cuffs, hoping that she hasn’t seen.

Monica sighs softly, her fingers catching against his shirt.

Memories seem to swirl between them then, caught in the soft bathroom light.

Memories of sitting with her in the maternity ward cradling Tansy and Joy, the softness of her smile telling him that everything would be all right.

He sighs, the span of the years stretching out before them.

‘Monica -Darling, are you- Are you sure that you wouldn’t want someone younger?’

For a moment, she is quiet, her hands resting over his heart. A quirk of a small, sad smile pulls at the corners of her lips.

‘Dev. Darling. You’ve given me four wonderful children. You’ve taught me so much. I wouldn’t change any of it for the world, my love. Any of it.’

He sighs softly, thinking back to being eighteen and lying on Cyril and Gwen’s kitchen floor, hoping that if the end came, it would come quickly. Remembers the agony of standing in the bathroom, watching the blood from his wrists swirl in a mess of rusted iron against the sink.

‘And you’re not old!’

She reaches up and strokes back a stray curl out of his eyes, kissing him gently.

‘You’re just short of forty five. There’s plenty of time left for us yet.’

He exhales slowly, wishing that he could share her hope.

Remembers Dorothea holding him, pressing the scarf that his Mam had given her before her deployment to Korea- against his wrists, willing him back to her.

Remembers waiting for her at Axminster Station, a moonlit walk down to the Cobb, listening to the crash of the waves against the sea wall. It had been a rare free evening out of the confines of rehab and the feeling of freedom had been both exhilarating and terrifying at the same time,

Remembers the sound of his name in her mouth- soft and sweet and hesitant.

‘Dev? My darling?’

‘It’s been so long since you- Since anyone called me that,’ he had murmured back.

‘I’ll call you Dev every day for as long as you like,’ she had replied. Had gently squeezed his hand. He had sighed, had looked out over the sea towards the headland, a speck of bobbling light signalling a fishing boat far out on the inky gleam of the horizon.

‘I don’t deserve you,’ he had replied, feeling the salt sharp slap of the sea against his skin. ‘You- You’ve been so strong through all of this whilst I’ve just fallen apart. I’m sorry, Mon. I’m so sorry.’

‘You gave so much of your strength away,’ she had replied just as quietly, a slight wobble caught in her voice as she had squeezed his hand. ‘There wasn’t any left for me or the children.’

‘I suppose I just- I never expected to get old.’

She is quiet, her hands shivering slightly as she chews her lip, considering him.

‘What- What do you mean?’

He swallows thickly, feeling the words catch in his throat.

‘I- I always assumed and- And maybe sometimes I intended- to be dead by forty. I never thought that I’d- I never thought that I could get this far.’

‘Oh, my love.’

Gently, Monica draws him close, her fingers catching under his cuffs, resting over his scars. The kiss is soft and full of memories. Of standing under the sparkle of fireworks on that Bonfire Night, of the births of each of their children, his tired, proud, beautiful wife resting in his arms.

Of her holding him through his darkest moments, his compass, leading him home.

‘I love every part of you, my darling,’ she murmurs now, breaking through his thoughts.

‘Even the parts that you think are too broken to show. I promise.’

Send me a Ship and a Number and I will Write a Kiss

#phoenixflames12 does memes #q + a #mine #writing #fanfiction #itv endeavour #endeavour morse #monica hicks #thoughts? #the askbox/dms are open!

[rmd-writes]

How about tarlos and 30 for the “Send me a Ship and a Number and I will Write a Kiss” thing :)

I’ve assigned each kiss prompt I received a number and am using a random number generator to choose which prompt to write because I got quite a few from you all! As a reminder, I’m trying to keep these to around 200 words and I’m going to try and do at least one per day til they’re all done. If you’ve sent me a prompt, I promise I’ll get to it!

thanks for this prompt! I got a little in my feels with it 💖

a kiss for comfort

TK curls onto his side and stares at the wall until his vision blurs. He can hear the sounds of Carlos in the kitchen: the click of two mugs being set down on the counter, the refrigerator door being opened and closed, the sizzle of something hitting a hot frying pan – probably Carlos making eggs for breakfast.

He rolls over and buries his face in Carlos’ pillow. He should get up, he knows that. He’s got a shift this morning too. But he just feels … grey, muted.

“Babe?” Carlos calls softly as he comes into their bedroom later. “Are you getting up?”

“I should,” TK mumbles into the pillow.

The mattress sinks a little as Carlos sits beside him and strokes his hair. “You don’t have to. You can call in, Tommy will understand. I can call in sick too and we can just stay here or on the couch and watch movies and order in Chinese.”

He rolls onto his back so he can see Carlos, only to find his husband staring down at him with so much love and concern shining in his eyes that TK closes his against the force of it.

“It’s been five years, why do I still feel like this?”

Carlos moves again and this time TK feels the comforter being lifted as Carlos slides underneath it, settling on top of TK with his elbows braced on either side of his head. He presses a soft kiss to TK’s forehead.

“Grief isn’t linear, sweetheart. And she’s your mother. Of course you miss her.”

“I really do,” TK admits and a tear slips out of the corner of his eye. Carlos wipes it away gently with his thumb.

“What do you need?”

He tilts his head up a little, sliding an arm around Carlos’ waist. “Just you.”

“You’ve got me,” Carlos murmurs before kissing TK gently. His lips are warm and soft, the feeling of them lingering against his own sending a pleasant hum through his body. “Do we need to stay home today? Or do you want to stay home alone?”

“I’ll go to work,” TK decides. “Better to stay busy. Might try and call Enzo and Jonah later when he’s home from school.”

“Okay,” Carlos says easily. “You should eat first though, I’m making breakfast burritos.”

TK holds onto Carlos when he tries to get up. “In a minute.”

Carlos doesn’t resist, dropping himself down back onto TK, burying his face in TK’s neck and TK lets the familiar, steadying weight of his husband ground him as he steels himself to face the day.

Later, he knows Carlos will text Nancy and TK will spend the day at work surrounded by his family, all ready to catch him if he stumbles. Later, TK will talk to Jonah and read his favourite book to him over FaceTime with silly voices. Later, they’ll order all of his mom’s favourite foods and eat them with his dad and laugh and probably cry over their favourite memories of her. Later, Carlos will hold TK and help him forget his grief with the sweet slide of his lips, the slide of his tongue and a well-practiced touch when TK asks him to.

But for now, TK spools in the tendrils of love that Carlos is covering him with, drawing strength from him and reminding himself that despite the way his heart aches for his mother, he feels wholly and completely loved.

And she’d be so happy to know that.

(find all of my kiss prompts here or read them on ao3)

#so kiss me #tarlos #tarlos fic #911 lone star fic #rmd writes #rmd writes: ls snippet

[quillandink333]

29. …as a promise. for your fairytale au!

Tysm for the req it means so much!! Hope you enjoy it ^^

Ask game

Prince Yoongi and Fae Emily, his childlike acquaintance from a mystical world only ever mentioned in nursery rhymes, were sitting side by side in the heart of a grassy clearing in the woods surrounding the castle. They were using a toppled column of a quaint old stone henge as a makeshift writing surface for their conversation.

“For instance, one might consider our agreement to meet here every three days a kind of promise.” She watched the tip of his charcoal dance gracefully across the parchment with wide eyes as he read the words aloud for her while writing them.

He offered her the charcoal and she eagerly received it. “I think I understand,” she scrawled just beneath what he’d written. “So will you promise not to tell anyone in your kingdom about,” her hand paused in careful thought, “me borrowing things without permission?”

Word Count: 516

She was met with a silent chuckle from her tutor, his shoulders bouncing to make up for its inaudibility. “Of course. I promise.” Setting down the writing utensil on the ancient stone slab, he chastely pressed his lips to her temple in a careless gesture.

Scrambling to pick up the charcoal again, she asked, “What you just did. What was that?”

He couldn’t help but look at her with mirth in his gaze as he replied, “’Tis called a kiss,” articulating the word clearly for her.

“Kiss…” she echoed in her typical soft-spoken tone, mirroring his mouth movements as close as she could. Then she smiled and wrote back, “I like it.”

Being an extradimensional creature of eternal isolation, Emily was largely unfamiliar with the ways and world of humanity. What little she knew, she’d learned from her vast collection of books and other written materials. These she’d long been ‘borrowing’ from unsuspecting travellers who drew near the faerie circle (through which she had access to the mortal realm, if only from within its borders). It was for this reason, the prince had discovered, that she only knew how to communicate through written language.

Ever since he himself had stepped foot into her circle by happenstance one day, not only had he been helping her learn to speak little by little, but he’d also begun teaching her how to read musical notation. After incidentally stealing his book of compositions that same day, she’d been overcome with curiosity about this elegant script she’d never seen before.

“Very well, then I promise not to borrow anything else from you without your permission,” she vowed in turn.

What the charming fairie did next took him by surprise. Lacking any other context for his tender gesture, she leaned over and pressed her own lips to his cheek in precisely the same manner as he had.

Both his cheeks had quickly taken on a rosy tint by the time she drew away. He should have thought this through. She’d only just started to grasp the concept of promises, and now he’d mislead her into thinking it customary to seal them with a kiss.

Well, perhaps he could allow this innocent misjudgment to stand for a little while yet.

#my writing #ask game #send me a ship and a number and I’ll write a kiss #blackheartbiohazards #yoonquill 🐈🪶 #fairytale au #proship selfship #proselfship #proship please interact

[a-little-unsteddie]

60+ Prompts for 500 Followers!

500 followers! Insane! Thank you so much! I’ve compiled 60 very self-indulgent prompts to celebrate!

Send as many numbers as you want, make sure to specify if the prompt has multiple options below it, which option you want! (i.e. 8c for “We have a problem.” / “No, you have a problem.”) Also! Include the pairing and vibe (angst/fluff/etc).

pairings i’ll write: steve/eddie, steve/jonathan, steve/argyle, steve&robin, robin/chrissy, robin/nancy, robin/vickie, p much any platonic ship <3

edit: i will work on these as i can! probably tomorrow night :)

prompt list below the cut :)

20 dialogue prompts

1. “We should compare hand sizes.”

2. “Easy, you’re alright, I got you.”

3. “So, how’d that work out for you?”

4. “It’s not fair.”

5. “I expected more.”

6. “I must be in heaven.”

7. “I must be in hell.”

8. “We have a problem.”

a. “Let me guess. You caused it?”

b. “It’s 7:30am.”

c. “No, you have a problem.”

d. “Of course we have a problem. Why wouldn’t we have a problem?”

9. “You’re staring.”

10. “Excuse me, I have to go make a scene.”

11. “I’m gonna need therapy after this.”

12. “I’ve never seen you that angry.”

13. “I thought that if I acted like it didn’t matter, then it wouldn’t.”

14. “Let me take care of things for once, okay?”

15. “Do you wanna get some fresh air?”

16. “I can’t pretend anymore.”

17. “You’re my person.”

18. “Why would you do that?”

a. “As if I could do anything else.”

b. “It was fun.”

c. “You were standing right there!”

d. “It was a dare.”

19. “That was supposed to be a secret!”

20. “And just who do you think you are?”

20 tropes

21. enemies to lovers/friends

22. strangers to lovers/friends

23. whump

a. illness

b. stress/anxiety

c. injury

d. other (specify if you want)

24. fake dating

25. only one bed

26. memory loss

27. magical au (specify if you have smth in mind)

28. nerd/jock

29. forced proximity

30. time loop

31. modern au (specify if you have smth in mind)

32. hanahaki disease

33. miscommunication

34. mutual pining

35. monster au

a. vampire

b. werewolf

c. cryptid (specify if you want)

d. other (specify if you want)

36. mafia au

37. famous au (specify otherwise i’ll go hogwild and self indulge :b)

38. animal transformation

39. superhero au

40. canon-divergence/alternate canon

a. eddie joins s3

b. different first meeting

c. numbered!character (007/010)

d. other (specify please)

20 moments

41. first kiss

42. first meeting

43. last kiss

44. coming out

45. feelings realization

46. lost scenes

a. rv conversations

b. forest scene conversations

c. other (specify please)

47. break up

48. sharing a secret

49. love confessions

50. oh. oh.

51. sharing clothes

52. game night

53. first time holding hands

54. movie night

55. rewrite scenes

a. boathouse

b. finding eddie at skull rock

c. other (specify please)

56. surprise party

57. gift giving

58. comfort after a nightmare

59. morning after

60. accidental kiss

#i am unnecessarily anxious about this #500 followers is wild to me #idk where y’all came from #but i love you all #thank you so much for the support #hope this is fun! #500 follower prompt list #steddie #stonathan #stargyle #platonic stobin #stobin #buckingham #ronance #rockie #steve x eddie #steve x jonathan #steve x argyle #steve & robin #robin x nancy #robin x chrissy #robin x vickie #steve harrington #eddie munson #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #chrissy cunningham #prompt list

[h8ani]

Updated Rules List

With my new updated list I’m going to be listing all the requests I’ll be accepting, what fandoms I write for and how you should go about requesting them :)

But also if you are an ageless/blank blog or a minor please do not request me, thank you.

I also wrote both nsfw & sfw content, I also label it on my writings I post. I don’t shy away from anything really so if you’re unsure just send me a message and I’ll clarify if I do!

Things I’ll write for: yandere, noncon/dubcon, fluff, angst, smut, age gap, stepcest, professor/student, sensei/student, spanking, choking, slapping, torture, abuse, female x male, drug use, use of sex toys, abusive relationships, issues with eating, etc type shit

Things I won’t write for: anal, piss/shit play, boy x boy, girl x girl (I’m not super comfortable in my writing yet to write for same sex couples yet I hope you guys understand!)

Fandoms I write for:

Attack on Titan - Levi Ackerman, Eren Yeager, Zeke Yeager, Armin Arlert, Reiner Braun, Bertholdt Hoover, Erwin Smith, Jean Kirstein, Connie Springer, Porco Galliard

Hunter x Hunter - Chrollo, Feitan, Shalnark, Kurapika, Leorio, Hisoka, Ging, Illumi, Wing, Kite, Pokkle

Naruto - Naruto Uzumaki, Sasuke Uchiha, Itachi Uchiha, Obito Uchiha, Shisui Uchiha, Kakashi Hatake, Minato Namikaze, Shikamaru Nara, Gaara, Neji Hyuga, Kiba Inuzuka, Deidara, Sasori, Pain/Yahiko, Iruka Umino, Shino Aburame, Hidan, Kankuro, Sai, Genma Shiranui, Izumo Kamizuki, Kotetsu Hagane, Hayate Gekko

Tokyo Revengers - Takemichi Hanagaki, Manjiro Sano, Chifuyu Matsuno, Shuji Hanma, Takashi Mitsuya, Kazutora Hanemiya, Tetta Kisaki, Atsushi Sendo, Nahoya Kawata, Souya Kawata, Ken Ryuguji, Shinichiro Sano, Ran Haitani, Rindou Haitani, Naoto Tachibana, Izana Kurokawa, Inui Seishu

Tokyo Ghoul - Ken Kaneki, Hideyoshi Nagachika, Uta, Ayato Kirishima, Nishio Nishiki, Koutarou Amon

Ouran Highschool Host Club - Kyoya Ootori, Tamaki Suoh, Takashi Morinozuka, Hitachiin Hikaru, Hitachiin Kaoru,

Prompt Requests/Writing Requests in general:

I will usually have a link of the prompts to request from, from the original post.

If you’d like to request something I wrote just state what content you’d like and who the character is/member he is

I default by writing in fem! reader pov so please state if you’d like gn! reader

Reaction Requests:

State the type of reaction you’d like (example: reaction of them kissing you mid argument)

For any anime reactions just state the anime, boys you’d like the reaction for but please try to keep the number of characters under 10 unless it’s like konoha 11

Selca Ships:

I will do these for both kpop & anime

Send in a max of 3 selfies of yourself

Request a max if 3 animes/kpop groups

You can mix and match if you’d like

Please no filters obstructing what you look like I will just delete it

I will do private ships as well just state that when submitting the ships

Poly Ships:

Max of 2-3 animes/groups

You can mix and match

Request If you’d like these to be private

This ship is me just shipping you with two characters of said anime requested or 2 members of a kpop group

Kink Ships:

Send in a kink along with a kpop group or anime

I’ll say who I think the kinks go with

Aesthetic Moodboards:

Request who you’d like the moodboard for (example: bestfriend mikey sano, date night jungkook, etc)

I’m okay with nsfw moodboards too

#rules #updated list #credit for border goes to benkeibear #navigation

[raayllum]

27 for rayllum pls

Send me a number with a ship and i’ll write it (accepted ships are tdp canon ships + rarepairs (claudiez, sorpeli, corvus/terry, sorvus)

27. i'm going to carry you, okay?

It'd been a while since they'd been stranded out in the wilderness together entirely, their brief stint with the corrupted Banther notwithstanding, even if this time felt... different.

Maybe it was the two years apart, and the last time they'd travelled Xadia together, properly to return Zym, felt like lifetimes ago. Maybe it was because they'd usually been blessed with good weather, and now they were limping up the side of a mountain in the rain (again).

Only this time, Callum bore the brunt of Rayla's weight rather than the other way around.

"Careful," he murmured, guiding her away from the uneven side of the ledge.

She squeezed his shoulder in thanks, even as she scowled with irritability. "I can walk on my own."

"Not in this weather." He was drawing on both his arcanums' affinity for water (the irony was not lost on either of them, he was sure) to keep his face steady in the mud, and it felt like it was barely making a dent.

Part of it was the way Rayla's likely sprained ankle—why would she take that blow for him? Well, he knew why—dragged along the ground, the other being the fact that it was hard to see. The Celestial elves, unhappy that they'd stolen the Corona of the Heavens and the Nova Blade, hunting them down didn't help matters either.

Finally, hedging his weight, Callum gripped her waist and made a decision. "I'm going to carry you, okay?"

"What? Callum—"

But he scooped her up, only straining a little as he got her settled against her chest and made sure the mud wouldn't make him slip. "We'll move faster this way," he said, glancing at her. Her face was pink and close to his when the lightning flashed. "And you shouldn't be putting weight on your ankle."

She seemed to war with herself, momentarily, before she sighed and rested her head on his shoulder, surrendering. "Okay." She swallowed. "Thank you."

He chanced a kiss to her forehead and then started back up the mountain, glad when she wrapped her arms around her neck to help keep her secure.

He laid her down in the first cave they found, then used some of his spare kindling and a fulminus to get a fire going. Then he took a spare blanket out of his bag and draped it over her shoulders, her hair damp and their cloaks set to dry on the other side of the fire.

"Thank you," she repeated, fingers curling into the fabric as she gazed at him.

He nodded, thinking of that day on the Nexus when she'd cried over the egg, and he'd decided he couldn't let her carry that burden alone—her grief, her guilt, or even herself.

He took her hand and squeezed it. "Always."

#rayllum #requests #ficlet #my fic #fic #s6 #post season five #arc 2 #thanks for asking #anonymous #supportive callum

[officialgleamstar]

7 with swiftli for the kiss prompt? <3

Send me a Ship and a Number and I will Write a Kiss: 7. …to shut them up.

ao3 link

Lincoln and Taylor didn’t particularly argue, but when they did, it was always about the most inane shit.

“I just think anyone who likes vanilla ice cream should be, like, shot.”

Lincoln took a long slow breath. “Well, I like vanilla.”

“Yeah. And you should be shot for it.”

“Do you two, uh, wanna finish your order?” They both turned at the soft voice of Normal’s father cutting in, his tone hovering somewhere between amusement and pure exhaustion. He had both elbows on the counter, slumped with the silly Swallows Ice Cream hat he wore sitting askew on his head. He shifted his gaze between the two of them as they spoke like a mildly entertaining tennis match, head propped on one hand. “Lincoln’s getting vanilla. What can I get you, Taylor?”

“You can’t order me around, Sparrow,” Taylor shot back as if he was being cornered. Lincoln could feel the headache coming on and he rubbed the bridge of his nose.

“Mr. Swallows-Oak-Garcia.”

“I am not calling you that.”

“You don’t have to,” Normal’s dad backed down, waving a hand, and Taylor’s brow furrowed. Taylor in an argumentative mood was never an easy problem to face and Lincoln squeezed his fingers tighter. It didn’t do much to help the annoyance prickling under his own skin. “Can I get your order? We have a new flavor-“

“I don’t want to hear about your new flavor.”

“Taylor,” Lincoln cut in, exasperated, and his friend turned back to him with a pout. “Shut up and order.”

“You can’t tell me what to do eith-!”

Moving more on instinct than any sense of logic, Lincoln ducked his head and grabbed Taylor by the back of his. He pulled him in so that their lips pressed together, not quick crashing together but sudden enough that Taylor let out an odd squeak of surprise. Before Lincoln could even process what he had done, his friend relaxed into the kiss, Taylor’s hands landing on his chest then moving to his arms before finally settling on his shoulders in an awkward unsure shuffle. Lincoln kept his grip steady on the back of Taylor’s head even as he pulled away, feeling the choppy ends of his hair. Taylor was staring at him with wide eyes, face bright red, and Lincoln bit his lower lip as it dawned on him what he had just done.

“Well. Uh. Anyways,” Normal’s dad cut in and they both startled, jolting apart from each other. He was staring at them with an odd look of familiarity, the exhaustion from before clearly about to win out as he shuffled backward. “I’ll just start making Lincoln’s cone while you two… sort that out. Bye.”

He turned and shoved open the door to the kitchen, letting it swing shut behind him with a bang, and Taylor burst out into slightly hysterical laughter. Lincoln buried his head in his hands.

#dndads #swiftli #my writing #ask #cookies over yonder #went back and forth on if i wanna put these up on ao3 but yeah i do #this one made me giggle ^-^ i knoowwww kissing to shut people up is Bad but ITS FUNNY IN FICTION. IT MAKES ME GIGGLE. #'an odd look of familiarity' does refer to a canon event . would love to see if anyone can tell which one XD

[shipskicksandgiggles]

dialogue prompts

for those who don't know, my life is bonkers and I cope by making prompt lists out of the more bizarre things I say/people say to me/I hear by being in proximity of equally weird people. send a number with a character/ship/dynamic of your choosing and I'll do what I can

“So I may have accidentally recruited your ex to help me move.” “I’m so sorry, was he awful?”

“How’s living next to a construction site?” “I prefer the sound of people playing pool.” “That bad, huh?”

“You’re the main character!” “Stop saying I’m the main character, I have been the snarky, comic relief my whole life and I’m not stopping now.”

“I can’t quit my job, I can’t quit my job-” “What happened?” “Some guy wanted to talk to me about his prostate.” “Don’t you work at a library?”

“So because I’m me, I made a spreadsheet about it.” “You’re incredible.”

“You signed me up for a job interview?” “Yeah.”

“You’re not going to believe what he said.” “I find that hard to believe, try me.”

“I accidentally gave you so many traits.” “Hey, I had autism first.”

“I let you kiss me one time-” “It has been more than one time.”

“Were you here for the male model thing?” “No?”

“Have fun!” “Kill me.” “Or just don’t kill anyone I guess.”

“If you call Latin a dead language one more time I’m going to throw myself across this desk at you.”

“I’m going to ask you a question and you’re going to feel attacked.” “Fine.” “Why does it have to be that way?”

“I just took a quiz for fun and accidentally did geometry by hand.” “Nerd.”

“I’d wear shorts.” “It’s snowing.”

“You have a very expressive face.” “I don’t like that you noticed that.”

“When do you leave?” “In like an hour, why?” “Can you build things?” “Yes, but I repeat, why?”

“So here I am, sitting and talking about amputations-” “I have absolutely no idea where this is going, but I love it.”

“Did the raccoon get into the attic again?”

“It’s 8:30 in the morning on a Saturday, something better actually be on fire.” 

“Is a potato a vegetable?” 

“Everything you do is calculated.” “You make me sound like a robot.”

“I’m so sorry, I’m going to be late.” “Everything okay?” “Yeah, no, I’m fine, I just may have broken my foot and I need to go to urgent care.” “That is… the opposite of fine.”

“Don’t question why I know how to pop the screen out of a window.” “Our fucking door won’t open, as long as we can get outside, I don’t care.”

“So Thursday was a bad day for you then?”

“You used to be buff.” “I thought you were going to say something entirely different, but I guess we’re going this way then.”

“How are you not freaking out right now?” “I’ve been living with this for months now dude, this is just entertainment for me.”

“I was elected most responsible at summer camp when I was five.” “Some things never change.”

“I had a chemistry teacher in high school who could write with both hands at the same time. She needed an exorcism.”

“The age of the child you hit with your car determines the number of points you get.”

“How’d the meeting go?” “I think I came out as gay to the entire board.” “What the fuck.”

“This is probably the only dick pic I’ll ever get and that’s okay.”

“Oh my god, I out-autismed the whole group chat.”

“No more kisses until you stop apologizing for being human.” “That’s not fair, you know that’ll work on me.”

“I can feel my bones.” “That’s not ideal”

“You dumb bitch.” “It worked, didn’t it?”

“Good news, you've just unlocked my niche special interest that I can and will talk for at least ten minutes straight about. Are you ready to learn?”

“You know what I’m talking about, you do not have the moral high ground.”

“I’m going to be so real with you, I literally hate this. Like this sucks.”

“I don’t think you understand that this is the greatest news I’ve ever been given. Like genuinely, this is the happiest I’ve been in weeks.”

“Good to know you would have died very early in the Middle Ages.”

“Is that a mosquito bite? Dude, it’s March.”

“You know you’re going to have a good day when the maintenance guy says ‘well that’s different’.”

“Yeah, I don’t know, the last time I cried I think it was December.” “It’s April?” “Hey, the time before that it was July, so.”

“No wait, turn up the music. Never mind, I thought it was the Law and Order theme.” “Do you think I have the Law and Order theme on a CD in my car?”

“Please don’t assault my boyfriend.” 

“Would you like a new best friend? Because I think I found your new best friend.”

“Guess who had a baby.” “No.” 

“What is the purpose of nipple rings?” “Decoration.” “Like a Christmas tree!”

“I honestly don’t know how to be a person anymore. Please don’t contact me for 3-5 business days while I sort that out.”

#ellis writes #prompts #writing prompts #dialogue prompts #send asks #if I can remember the context for half of these it will be a miracle

[wondrouswendy]

Send me a Ship and a Number and I will Write a Kiss - 25. …as a ‘yes’. for Trench/Darling

“Do you think we could… go together? I know we’re not out-out as a couple, but I…” 

Something about the intensity in Trench’s eyes makes Darling trail off. His heart skips in his chest as Trench steps closer, his gaze fixated upon him. 

Without needing to say a word, he cups Casper’s chin and tilts his head. His thumb strokes his bottom lip and grazes his beard. 

Then his lips are moving against his. The whole world narrows to Zachariah Trench and his unspoken answer. A simple kiss to ease all worries, all doubts. Darling’s body relaxes, the relief so palpable. He smiles so hard his face hurts—he won’t be alone this time. 

 “Just tell me the date and time and I’ll be there.” 

Darling didn’t think his heart could soar any higher through the clouds, but now it’s broken the atmosphere.

#control #control 2019 #control remedy #zachariah trench #casper darling #trench x darling #this may be the shortest thing I've ever posted but that was the point of these sorts of prompts #short sweet and to the point #gets the job done as they say

[bifuriouswaterbender]

Hey there! May i ask for a greatwise drabble with the #98 song?

Send me a ship (or fandom) and a number between 1 & 101, and I’ll use my Spotify Wrapped as fic inspo

98- If You Have My Voodoo Doll, Give Me A Hug by Loveless (which I used as very loose inspiration because I'm tired of writing sad things for these two lol)

Will bit his lip and looked down at the ground. “I guess I’m just used to fading into the background. Easier to ignore that way.”

He didn’t want to bring up his Zombie Boy title. Surely Gareth had heard it before. That two years’ difference between them was in some ways a blessing because it meant Gareth hadn’t been around to see the worst of it in middle school. But it also meant he didn’t understand most of it either.

“Hey,” Gareth said, his voice low and soothing. As his hand came up to brush at Will’s hair, the younger boy closed his eyes with a sigh. “You don’t have to fade with me. With any of us. You know Hellfire has your back”

Will nodded. When Gareth’s forehead brushed against his own, Will leaned forward. He always felt steadier with his boyfriend around.

“I’ll never quite be able to turn my mind off,” Will admitted. “All my doubts? They overwhelm me sometimes.”

“That’s okay.” He pressed a kiss to Will’s cheek. “When you get in too deep, I’ll pull you back out.”

Will wanted to believe him. “You may not always be able to.”

“Then I’ll burn down everything else trying.”

Will shivered, opening his eyes to lock gazes with Gareth. He looked so serious, so convicted.

“People have raised hell on your behalf so many times, Will.” He didn’t even know the half of it. “I wasn’t around to, but I will if I need to. I’ll do it as often as I need to keep you here by my side and make you happy. You deserve the world. I want to give it to you.”

Ducking his head, Will let it drop onto Gareth’s shoulder. He took a deep breath. Sometimes he wondered if the Upside Down had permanently altered his sense of smell. Right now that didn’t matter. He was surrounded by Gareth.

As his boyfriend’s arms came up around him, Will hummed. “I think I’d do just about anything if you told me to.”

“That’s my line,” Gareth teased. He slowly rocked Will back and forth.

“Do you think we could have kept this up if I’d had to go back to California?” Will asked. He knew it was a sudden change in conversation, but he’d been thinking about it a lot lately. About the way distance had strained El and Mike. About whether he would have had the voice to carry over that distance.

Gareth chuckled. “It probably would have been hard, but I would have written so many songs for you.”

Will shivered, then blushed because he knew Gareth had felt it. “Yeah?”

“Yeah. I’m rubbish at guitar. I usually stick to drums. But I would have borrowed Eddie’s acoustic so often. Written lyrics to send to you. Recorded what I could and send that to you anyway.”

“Maybe I should have gone then,” Will teased. “I could have gotten songs out of the deal.”

Gareth made a small noise of protest. “Not funny. Besides, you’re getting a song or two anyway.”

Will pulled back to stare at him. “Wait, what? Really?”

Gareth smiled as he nodded, looking much shyer than he had previously. “Eddie won’t let me hear the end of it. I asked him for help. I had decent lyrics but no sense of melody or how to build the chords for it.”

“Eddie helped you write a song for me,” Will repeated, delight welling up in his chest. “That’s so sweet.”

“I was hoping for dramatic or romantic.” Gareth looked so grumpy that Will couldn’t resist leaning in to kiss his cheek. They’d kissed for real a few times, but Will was shy about it. And Gareth always gave him the time and space he needed.

“It is romantic,” Will agreed. “And rather dramatic. I can’t wait to hear it. No one tell my friends or they’ll all be insulted, but I have the best boyfriend ever.”

Gareth laughed, and good, that was Will’s goal. “I will not tell your friends that you have a better boyfriend than any of their girlfriends,” he promised and leaned in to press a kiss to Will’s nose. “I might tell them I do, though. Builds character.”

Will shifted to the side, leaving one arm looped around Gareth’s waist. “Yeah? Normally I’m not a fan of bragging, but I feel like this could be an exception.”

“You always are,” Gareth promised. “You always are.”

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