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noahsresources · 10 months
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sweet tooth (2021 netflix series): s1e2 "sorry about all the dead people" sentence prompts
part 2 of the series!! reminder that these prompts are not spoiler-free, and may contain potential content warnings for apocalyptic settings, child abuse, drug usage, killing, and death. feel free to change pronouns and/or descriptor words to fit your needs! EVEN MORE SWEET TOOTH PROMPTS
❝ he never listens to me. ❞
❝ it doesn't show mercy, and it is here, and it is now. ❞
❝ everybody left, huh? ❞
❝ are you ready to be free? ❞
❝ fate was bringing all our stories together. ❞
❝ how long are you gonna follow me? ❞
❝ sorry you missed it. oh, well. have a great life. ❞
❝ your jokes aren't very funny. ❞
❝ i'm not alone, i got you. ❞
❝ i said stay put, as in don't leave. ❞
❝ i'll be quiet, i promise. ❞
❝ you're creepy as hell back there. ❞
❝ guys like me aren't good for kids like you. ❞
❝ i'm going to bed. ❞
❝ i don't give a shit, as long as you're gone in the morning. ❞
❝ oh, no. not my food. ❞
❝ i tried some, but they were gross. and they made me feel funny. ❞
❝ you can have my share too! ❞
❝ i get angry when i don't have food. ❞
❝ maybe we can go in together? ❞
❝ leave my head alone! you can't have it! ❞
❝ you get many visitors? ❞
❝ i don't know why people still believe that. ❞
❝ don't get him started. ❞
❝ i'm sorry. i'm afraid i don't know her. ❞
❝ i tried to tell him, she ain't out there, but he's stubborn as hell. ❞
❝ do you bite? ❞
❝ i forget i have them sometimes. ❞
❝ are you who i think you are? ❞
❝ try not to think about it. ❞
❝ you're lucky you made it. ❞
❝ what do you want from us? ❞
❝ we don't want any trouble. ❞
❝ not sure i've met a sorer loser. ❞
❝ i hate it when you call me that. ❞
❝ can you at least bring me back some french fries? ❞
❝ busy as usual tonight? ❞
❝ you know what i went through. ❞
❝ i wouldn't be asking you if i had any other choice. ❞
❝ i've had to do a lot of things i'm not proud of. ❞
❝ you're acting like this is a bad thing. ❞
❝ it goes against everything that we believe in. ❞
❝ we don't want your money. ❞
❝ what are you doing with him? ❞
❝ you're one of them, aren't you? ❞
❝ he believes whatever the hell he wants. ❞
❝ he's better off here than out there. ❞
❝ you're weird. super weird. ❞
❝ what's it like having a mom? ❞
❝ we liked music almost as much as you, apparently. ❞
❝ i couldn't sleep either. ❞
❝ we're not here for you or your family. ❞
❝ come here, little freak. ❞
❝ we'll always find you. ❞
❝ you're doing what you have to, to survive. ❞
❝ sorry about all the dead people. ❞
❝ i can do it on my own. ❞
❝ don't push it. ❞
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evilminji · 4 months
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"DO BETTER!" Says Now Televised Fanboy
He, Dash Baxter is a Phan-Stan!! It's kinda his thing. See, he's a fancy ass talk show host now. Married Paulie, moved out of Amity, actually DID something with his life. His parents? Did not approve. Long n short of it? He got kicked out.
Paulie's parents were PISSED.
Retaliated by giving him all the help he needed getting EVERY scholarship he qualified for. He went to a really nice college. Missed his girlfriend like mad. But she was off in Metropolis, terrifying weaker men. Conquering the fashion scene.
And SOMEHOW? Thanks to that long talk he had with Phantom (*incoherent fanboy gibbering noises* SO COOL!) he's worked to be... more of a LEADER, you know? Less of an asshole. Cause he's popular. People copy him. He can't be an asshole.
So, somehow, when he's punching out some try-hard that thinks he's hot shit for bullying a Nerd? He and the nerd get talking, right? Cause the guy got his glasses completely fucked up. And it's what Phantom would do.
But GET THIS? Guy's never HEARD of Phantom! Is super curious, cause he runs a small time Hero's show on the web. And, Dude? Is it your LUCKY DAY! Cause you just met THE number 1 fan of Phantom, hands down!! He makes his VERY spirited case, about why Phantom is THE best Hero to ever have lived. And this guy?
Entranced.
In AWE.
Just straight up BEGS him to join his show. Cause apparently? He was BORN for it. Which? Yeah. He HAS been giving speechs to the team for YEARS now. And Talking at fan meet ups. Leading fan meet ups. Hosting parties... actually, now that he thinks about it? He DOES do a lot of public speaking? Huh.
But still, he's about to say "no", when?
Dude mentions? He'll get to talk about Phantom.
SOLD!
It. Blows. Up. Absolutely EVERYONE is in love with his pretty face, hot bod, and STRONG opinions. But they ALSO have no idea who Phantom is! Paulie! This is CRIMINAL! Horrifying! What is going ON!?
Some bullshit information black out, apparently. At least according to her... friendly Nemesis? The Goth Dweeb. Who's engaged, apparently? So good for her. Unsurprisingly, it's too the OTHER Dweebs, but still. Bout time she started planning to drag them to a court house. She's the only one with any spine in that group! If she waited for THEM to propose?
Not even as Ghosts, man.
They'd get distracted by shiny nerd shit and whimp out.
Still... a world where NO ONE knows how Awesome, Phantom is? Not on HIS watch!
So he works it in. To every segment. It becomes "his thing". Oh? Super man saved a kitten from a tree? Cute. Well PHANTOM saved a bus full of Ghost Puppies from a shady, rouge, Goverment agency. Do BETTER, Superman!
The Flash, who is a cheap knock-off and stole his name, took down an Ice Villian? Adorable! PHANTOM stopped a Rouge WINTER SPIRIT with the help of YETI WARRIORS then assisted in giving FREE medical care for anyone who needed it! Here's a picture of him making GHOST ICE SNOWMEN for small children! Do BETTER, Knock-off!
What's THAT you say? Wonder Woman fought a GOD in down town paris?
Excellent work Wonder Woman. Flawless as always. But YOU, god-boy, are a disappointment! All that power! And WHAT do you use it for? Are you even supposed to BE here?? PHANTOM uses his power to HELP people! Is awesome and knows TONS of better gods! You're just salty you didn't make the cut!
DO BETTER!
And obviously? No one believes him. There's no record of this "Phantom" guy. The pictures look fantastical and vaguely glitchy/glowy. Not quite right. They GOTTA be photo shopped. Manipulated somehow. But? As a shtick? A fake "perfect Superhero" is kinda funny and unique.
And it's one hell of Fake Hero!
A Dead Champion? Who fights gods and monsters? Rouge agencies? Sassy and tragic? With a mysterious past? Pretty cool! There's even an Offical Comic from some guy that went to the same high-school as Baxter!
Of course, as Baxter get more and more popular? The "meme" hero, Phantom, get more well known? People get more interested in where Dash grew up. You know, just a bored Google. Maybe see if the hero was based off a local legend or something. But... huh...
The Town website?
Weirdly? Sanitized.
Like... like aggressively sanitized. All smooth edges and no details. Very "move along, citizen". Ha ha... it's part of the joke right? They get it! They'll just look up local restaurants or som-....
Wait...
Hey, guuuuys?
Are you finding ANYTHING?
And! Nothing. And I do mean NOTHING! Triggers the "oh? Secrets???" Instincts of a Hacker, like finding a hard blank wall of "KEEP OUT". Especially when it's somewhere it rightfully shouldn't BE.
All it would take? Is ONE person, of decent skills and an account on Certain Forums, getting bored enough to Google the Dude On The TV(TM)? For the GIW's lil walls to come crashing down. Because yeah, you can stop ONE hacker. Even two. Probably five or six.
But how about thousands?
Hundreds of thousands?
From every time zone. Competing. Just to see what you HAVE and don't want them to see. Maybe they do something with it, maybe they don't. But fuck it, you're being RUDE and now they're CURIOUS. And THEN? Oh. Oh holy shit.
Not a meme.
Very real.
Not a joke.
The walls come crumbling down, down, down. Ripped apart by hundreds of hands. Emails sent to every sort of agency. The JLU line inundated with emergency tips. Not a joke. Not A Joke. Holy Shit, IT WASN'T A JOKE!
Phantom is REAL!
And there, on TV, stands the Man. The signal FINALLY breaching containment. Fighting off the invading God of the week. Built like statue, hair like an aurora borealis of white fire held almost delicately in place by a CROWN of ice, a suit made of void and starlight. Inhuman. Beyond human.
Here to help.
A laugh that crackles like ice and the snap of winter, rolls through the air like coming storms, rich and somehow warm. A smile that bares teeth, yet turns so KIND when he looks upon humanity, as though we are precious and worth fighting for. A living star.
A... a once living star.
And in the center of it all? Wearing his BESPOKE, custome made, Number 1 Phan full body outfit? That's right. Dash Baxter. Ha! You fuckers doubted him! Behold his blorbo and WEEP, ya fuckin casuals! The BESTEST of boys! The FINEST of Heros! Superman? Could NEVER.
And now? The weather!
@babbling-babull @nerdpoe @the-witchhunter @ailithnight @hypewinter @hdgnj @mutable-manifestation
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shegoesbyjoy · 1 year
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this but with kim and communist harry
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junewild · 8 months
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every new make some noise episode gives me a new favorite make some noise clip of all time.
make some noise, season 2, “the wicked switch of the west.”
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nerdpoe · 3 months
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Clark needs to get into the alien spaceship that's attacking Metropolis. Kara, Jon, and Kon are all busy helping civilians. There's a force field around the ship that's stopping him. Then an RV launches itself off of the building next to him and straight into the spaceship.
Jack and Maddie had been heading through Metropolis to Gotham to attend a tech expo. Danny and Jazz were left home, and they were getting daily updates from Jazz.
Then aliens started attacking Metropolis.
And, well, clearly none of these people know defensive driving. The GAV is more than equipped to punch a hole through that forcefield, they can tell from the readings they're getting.
So...why not lend a helping hand?
Anyways that's how the Drs Fenton ended up on the Justice League roster as resident Mad Scientists.
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ailithnight · 1 month
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DPxDC Prompt #8
Danny was practicing shapeshifting with Amorpho when he felt the tug of a summoning and heard the distant words drifting into his mind.
Normally Danny would just ignore it. Or if it seems like this was a group that needed some sense scared into them, he'd shift into his Horror form and terrify them into never pulling this shit again. But then he heard them mention live sacrifices, and Danny just had to step in before that happened. So he let the summoning pull him on through, briefly forgetting he was shapeshifted into a... less than ideal form.
Danny lands in the circle right on top of one of the intended sacrifices, a group of people in weird outfits and, is that guy green? Irrelevant. Immediately Danny on knows something is very wrong. His powers feel muted and far away. His form suddenly feels, locked somehow.
He casts his gaze across the summoning circle and, to his horror, recognizes the binding ritual. These cultists wanted to bind and seal him in one of these mortal's bodies after they were sacrificed. But they fucked up the spell. Or maybe Danny fucked it up by coming in too soon? Irrelevant again.
What matters is the spell went sideways. Instead of locking Danny into one of the sacrifice's bodies, it locked him into his own form while pulling most of his abilities just out of reach. Now he's here. In the shape of- He's stuck as-
"Dude, is that a pigeon? Did the Ghost King, like, send you to voicemail?"
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saturncodedstarlette · 3 months
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[Lucifer getting ready for Y/N’s visiting]
Lucifer, twirls : How do I look?
Charlie : Like a widower in mourning?
Lucifer : Perfect. They’ll know I’m available!
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dumplingsjinson · 3 months
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List of “things to say in place of a bittersweet goodbye” prompts
“Thanks for everything. Truly.”
“I’m… Going to miss you.”
“I don’t think I’m ever going to forget you.”
“I’ll always hold a piece of you with me where ever I go.” 
“I guess it wasn’t the right time, was it?”
“You’ve changed me for the better. And I will never, ever forget that.”
“You’ll always be important to me.” 
“I don’t want to say goodbye, so I’m going to say… See you later. Maybe.” 
“I don’t regret anything that’s happened between us.”
“It will always be you.”
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nightprompts · 11 months
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&. 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.
( dialogue prompts taken from the second season of hulu's the bear, created by christopher storer. feel free to edit and change as you seem fit. )
❛ you ever think about purpose? ❜
❛ i love you, but i do not have time for this, alright? ❜
❛ i have time for this. ❜
❛ you know what the fuck you're doing. you love this shit. it's fun for you. i don't have that. ❜
❛ i'm afraid one day, i'm gonna wake up and you guys are all just gonna just drop this ass. ❜
❛ if this shit is not fun for you, what the fuck is fun for you? ❜
❛ i'm not making the same mistakes i made last time. ❜
❛ what kind of insurance coverage do we have for people falling through the fucking wall? ❜
❛ sometimes, i look like february. ❜
❛ you want a sprite? you look kinda green. ❜
❛ can i ask you something and you can tell me to fuck off if you want? ❜
❛ chef, that's way too much acid. ❜
❛ you, uh, making a sundae? ❜
❛ that actually sounds delicious. ❜
❛ because you're the bear and i remember you. ❜
❛ i love taking care of you. and i always will. you know that? ❜
❛ i'm glad i came 'cause i get to eat this. ❜
❛ i gotta come up with three really great desserts. you got any ideas? ❜
❛ you ever made ice cream before, chef? want to? ❜
❛ it kind of tastes like a, um... minty snickers bar. ❜
❛ so how long you been a cook? ❜
❛ how’d you get good at this? ❜
❛ you can spend all the time in the world in here, but if you don't spend enough time out there... you know? ❜
❛ speaking of dead brothers, do you wanna go to a party? ❜
❛ it looks so pretty on you. you should keep it. ❜
❛ what's going on with you? i know there's something. just tell me. ❜
❛ what are you talking about, i don't give a fuck? why would you say that to me? i give like a huge fuck. ❜
❛ you're not by yourself, alright? i'm right here with you. ❜
❛ did you just throw a fork at me? ❜
❛ i think time spent doing this is time well spent. ❜
❛ never too late to start over. ❜
❛ i just want you to know... that this is really nice. ❜
❛ i'm thinking you're very, very beautiful. ❜
❛ we just don't say hello anymore? ❜
❛ you're wearing a suit? ❜
❛ uh, yeah, i wear suits now. ❜
❛ i'm sorry if i took anything out on you and if I treated you like shit. ❜
❛ i actually do think that we could fit good together. ❜
❛ i could be good at things that you don't really wanna do. and you're obviously really great at a whole bunch of stuff that I don't know how to do, you know? ❜
❛ i'm wearing a suit 'cause it makes me feel better about myself. ❜
❛ i know that you're trying. i see that you're trying. ❜
❛ you just came from a funeral? ❜
�� yeah, a funeral of all my enemies. ❜
❛ you want me to make you some coffee? ❜
❛ i just need your focus like you need mine. ❜
❛ you good? ❜
❛ what's your relationship with your mom like? ❜
❛ alright, chef, i need you to salt that like a sidewalk. ❜
❛ looks gorgeous, chef. ❜
❛ i haven't eaten yet. ❜
❛ oh, let me make you something. ❜
❛ yeah, i can make you an omelet. ❜
❛ that wasn't like an ask out or anything, was it? ❜
❛  i'm looking really good. i 'm thinking you should start calling me chef. ❜
❛ well, i'mma keep calling you jagoff, 'cause that's what you like. ❜
❛ you deserve my full focus. ❜
❛ i guess i'm scared that i don't have what it takes to not fuck this up. ❜
❛ you're not gonna fuck it up. ❜
❛ i fuck things up all the time, like, every day. ❜
❛ you could do this without me. ❜
❛ i couldn't do it without you. i wouldn't even wanna to do it without you. ❜
❛ you make me better at this. ❜
❛ you still love to cook, right? ❜
❛ how's the wine? ❜
❛ yo. we're low on forks, chef. ❜
❛ okay, let's start firing some caviar, please. ❜
❛ i was just gonna say how special and cool and great this place is and how i'm the most proud of you ever. ❜
❛ i really appreciate you being so patient with me. ❜
❛ do i have time to go outside and scream "fuck"? ❜
❛ just don't tell them you saw me, 'cause this is embarrassing. ❜
❛ i love them so much. i don't know how to show it. ❜
❛ i don't know how to say i'm sorry. ❜
❛ i need you to say it's okay. ❜
❛ you are being so fucking weird, man. ❜
❛ i'm stuck in a goddamn refrigerator on the opening night of my fucking restaurant. ❜
❛ i failed you guys and it's not gonna happen again. ❜
❛ maybe i'm just not built for this. ❜
❛ because no amount of good is worth how terrible this feels. ❜
❛ i'm really sorry you feel that way. ❜
❛ would you shut the fuck up and get me the fuck outta here, please? ❜
❛ i don't understand why you can't just let something good happen for once in your fucking life? ❜
❛ you wanna talk to me about my fucking kid? at least i got a kid. ❜
❛ where were you when i fucking put your brother in the ground, you selfish piece of shit? ❜
❛ i fucking love you! ❜
❛ you fucking need me. ❜
❛ i just had this sudden urge to tell you that i've always had this, like, massive crush on you. ❜
❛ i love you, chef. ❜
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acourtoffeyandfables · 8 months
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Those first three prompts tho...
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noahsresources · 9 months
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sweet tooth (2021 netflix series): s1e4 "secret sauce" sentence prompts
part 4 of the series!! reminder that these prompts are not spoiler-free, and may contain potential content warnings for apocalyptic settings, child abuse, killing, and death. feel free to change pronouns and/or descriptor words to fit your needs! EVEN MORE SWEET TOOTH PROMPTS
❝ give the order. ❞
❝ game on. ❞
❝ we're not gonna hurt you. ❞
❝ we've been here too long. we need to move. ❞
❝ i've been trying to get rid of him for days. ❞
❝ you're supposed to be asleep, and you're not supposed to be listening to this. ❞
❝ i smell smoke. ❞
❝ what is this place? ❞
❝ no one does anything here without my permission. ❞
❝ i don't want you to die. ❞
❝ now, you ready to go to the best place on earth? ❞
❝ why are they all staring? ❞
❝ don't worry, they won't be so weird in a second. ❞
❝ do you like candy? ❞
❝ we all wish we could be like you. ❞
❝ most people are dumb. ❞
❝ do you know how to drive? ❞
❝ do i need to remind you who's in charge? ❞
❝ what a fitting name for your mom. ❞
❝ let's keep this a secret between you and me, okay? ❞
❝ is it like this here all the time? ❞
❝ can i ask you something? ❞
❝ i've been alone before. ❞
❝ when i lost my family, i was alone too. ❞
❝ i just wanted a friend. ❞
❝ do you want to know the truth? ❞
❝ thought you could use a pick-me-up. ❞
❝ we've already been over this. ❞
❝ i hate that you have to do this for me, that you've always had to sacrifice something in order to take care of me. ❞
❝ she drank a little too much. ❞
❝ no, please, it sounds like i walked in on an intriguing conversation. ❞
❝ let's agree to disagree. ❞
❝ we're all still alive, aren't we? ❞
❝ do i need to take your radio privileges away? ❞
❝ i think it needed more salt. ❞
❝ can we keep him? ❞
❝ what did they do to you? ❞
❝ let us go now, and i might let some of you live when i get free. ❞
❝ why didn't you tell me? ❞
❝ we had to choose a team, either kill or be killed. ❞
❝ you still are broken. ❞
❝ you've hurt people too. ❞
❝ he might now be very good at it, but ... at least he tried. ❞
❝ you need to get out of here while you can. ❞
❝ no! don't kill him! no! ❞
❝ this man is a monster and he deserves to die. ❞
❝ please don't hurt my friend. ❞
❝ i think we overstayed our welcome. ❞
❝ let's get the hell out of here! ❞
❝ we're looking for family from the moment we're born. ❞
❝ sometimes we do things for family that we never thought we could. ❞
❝ you've been acting suspicious for weeks. ❞
❝ i have something that can maybe help all of us. ❞
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laundrybiscuits · 1 year
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Eddie’s doing some dumb trick with a couple of wooden spoons, clever hands making them move through the air in improbable ways, and Steve’s about to bite his whisk in half. 
He’d thought for sure that Eddie would be going home the first week; Edward Munson, 29, bartender/musician from Brighton with mismatched tattoos and wild hair, seemed like exactly the kind of pretentious asshole who would flame out early with some ill-advised hipster experimentation. If Steve (28, social worker from Indiana, USA) had been a complete asshole, he’d have said that Eddie didn’t have the fundamentals. That he was all sizzle, no steak. 
It’s a good thing Steve’s not a complete asshole, because Eddie’s been blowing the technicals out of the water so consistently it’s actually pretty fucking embarrassing. His signatures and showstoppers are making a very respectable showing too, except for the time he tried to incorporate some fresh pandan extract and fucked up the liquid ratio, leaving him with a dripping mess that Mary’d declined to even try. 
Afterwards, Steve had seen him leaning against a tree and struggling to light a cigarette. Steve went over for no particular reason, flicking on his lighter and holding it out like a peace offering. Eddie looked at him warily, but bent over the offered flame. 
“Can’t believe I made it through this one,” Eddie said after a moment, white smoke curling out of his mouth.
“Yeah, I feel like that every week.” Steve leaned against the tree next to Eddie. It was a big tree, the kind that’s probably been growing in this field since before England was even England. 
“Nah, but—c’mon, you know what I mean.”
“You had some bad luck with your showstopper. Happens to the best of us, man. Your signature hand pies looked sick as hell.” Steve’s own hand pies had turned out pretty well, so he was feeling generous. It had only been the third week; plenty of time for Steve to snag Star Baker, though even by that point, Steve had been getting the creeping feeling that he was being a little too American about the whole thing. Everyone else seemed to think competitiveness was some kind of deadly sin. It was—actually kind of nice, to get the same kind of nerves he’d always gotten before high school basketball games, but know that he wasn’t really fighting against anyone except himself in the tent.
Anyway, the very next week, Eddie had done some kind of kickass gothic castle with a shiny chocolate dragon and gotten Star Baker for the second time. Steve had clapped him on the back, appropriately manly. Eddie had pulled Steve into a real hug, arms tight around Steve’s shoulders and his whole lean body pressed up close and warm. It had only lasted a moment, and then Eddie had bounded over to Mel and Sue, both of whom he’s been thoroughly charming since the get-go. 
Steve thinks that when this season—or, uh, series—airs, no matter where Eddie places, the entire country is going to be just as charmed. Eddie’s going to get whatever kind of cookbook deal or streaming show he wants. Sponsors will take one look at that handsome face and charismatic grin, and a whole world of possibilities is going to open up for Eddie. 
Steve’s not in it for any of that, of course. He’s here kind of by accident, because Robin pushed him to apply, and it’s a goddamn miracle he’s been holding his own. Hell, it’s a miracle he’s in this country at all. When Robin had started looking at the Cambridge MPhil program in linguistics, she’d said wouldn’t it be great if and he’d snorted, yeah right, like I could ever get whatever job I’d need to move to another freaking country, but then—well. Things had happened the way they’d happened, and now Robin’s almost finished with her degree and Steve is taking time off from the London charity he works at in order to be on Bake Off. 
He’s told all this to the cameras, plus the stuff about how baking started as a way for him to connect with the kids he used to babysit in Indiana, blah blah blah. He thinks it’s probably too boring for them to air, but he gets that they have to try to get a story anyway. 
Eddie Munson, on the other hand, is probably going to be featured in all the series promos. Steve is rabidly curious about what Eddie’s story is, but he hasn’t worked up the nerve to just ask. It should be the easiest thing in the world. They’ve got kind of a camaraderie going, the two of them; a bit of a bromance, as Mel’s put it more than once. 
It’s true they get along pretty well, and the cameras have been picking up on it: on the way Eddie’ll wander over to Steve’s bench like a stray cat whenever they get some downtime, how they wind up horsing around sometimes, working off leftover adrenaline from the frantic rush of caramelization or whatever. There’s the time Eddie had hopped up on a stool to deliver some kind of speech from Macbeth, of all things, and overbalanced right onto Steve, who had barely managed to keep them both from careening into a stand mixer. Sue had patted Eddie on the shoulder and said, “Well, boys, that’ll be going in the episode for sure.”
They both get along with the other contestants just fine, of course, but they’re two guys of about the same age with no wife and kids waiting at home. It’s only natural that they’re gravitating together, becoming something like friends, Steve figures. It’s pretty great that he’s getting at least one real friend out of this whole thing.
It would be even greater if Steve could stop thinking about Eddie’s hands in decidedly non-friendly ways. With all the paperwork he’s signed, he can’t even complain to Robin about how Eddie looks with his sleeves pushed up to show off the tattoos on his forearms, kneading dough and grunting a little under his breath with effort. Steve had almost forgotten to pre-heat his oven that day. 
Two benches away, Eddie fumbles the spoons he’s been juggling with a clatter, and he bursts out laughing, glancing over at Steve like Steve’s in on the joke. Steve grins back, heart twanging painfully in his chest, and thinks: well, fuck. Guess this is happening.
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emmcarstairs · 23 days
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Could you do 5 for Cooper and Lucy? ❤️❤️
5. "Eyes on me. C'mon, keep your eyes on me."
The radscorpion had attacked out of nowhere.
One moment they were walking in the Mojave desert, the sun licking the skin at the nape of their necks, the next he heard a scream and turned to see a stinger in Vaultie's leg.
Getting rid of the pest was no biggie for him, really. With a flick of his hand, he pulled the trigger, and the scorpion was buried in the sand. The problem was, he watched as the girl's knees gave out and she fell right after.
Fuckin’ smoothskins.
He cradled her on his lap, while rummaging her backpack for the antivenom. Her face was pale, as he gently tilted her chin up with one rough hand, tipping out the medicine onto her tongue.
He decidedly wasn't panicking until her eyes glazed over.
“Eyes on me,” he patted her cheeks. “C'mon, sweetheart, keep those pretty eyes on me.”
He briefly wondered if he'd miss her if she died right there. What was another death in the grand scheme of that wretched world?
“Don't you die on me, Lucy,” he absent-mindedly tucked a sweaty strand of hair behind her ear.
Her eyelids fluttered open and the weight on his chest eased a little. She stilled, looking up at him, eyes half-closed.
“You're handsome,” she muttered under her breath.
Some long-forgotten old-world part of him perked up at her words. He smirked at the sentiment.
“Now, sweetie, we promised to be honest with each other, eh?”
(send me a prompt for a vaultghoul/ghoulcy drabble.)
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tanglepelt · 1 year
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Dp x dc idea 35
Amity park is a town with an info blackout. They are fed lies regarding the government, the Giw is just apart of the scheme.
When the fentons open the portal. There is fear that citizens will try to leave hence the GIW. They are there to make it seem like they have outside help.
Vlad is fully aware of it. He doesn’t care all he wants is Maddie. The Fenton parents are also aware. They don’t care they just want to hunt ghost. No one expected the Fentons to succeed.
The group planned on doing something with amity. Not to sure what. Something nefarious.
One day Danny overhears this. Him not having the brain cell for the day. Hides in the random persons trunk and leaves amity behind. Literally didn’t tell anyone. Just went for it.
Thus enters a world with hero’s. Dudes shell shocked.
He gets caught up in a fight between a villain and hero actually on accident. Ends up panicking and knocks out said villain.
Hence how he meets a hero and finds out humans are a lot more squishy then ghost. He wasn’t even using his ghostly strength.
He gets help for amity. And whatever the scheme is gets stopped.
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evnnkinard · 3 days
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a tiny prompt: bucktommy + first morning/breakfast together ✨
buck wakes up slowly. opens his eyes, shuts them. takes a moment, awareness filtering into his brain in soft, hazy fragments; feels the sleep warm pillow under his cheek, first. the chill settling on his torso from where he's pushed the duvet down to his hips in the night. feels the warm, solid body of his boyfriend next to him. the line of heat down his arm, his side, his thigh, from where they're pressed closely together, still, telling him that they haven't moved an inch from each other, despite a whole night having had the chance to separate them in their sleep.
he opens his eyes, blinks, forcing the sleep from them, helpless against the soft smile already forming on his lips. rolls his head to the side. has to take another moment. tommy's still gone to the world, face already turned towards buck, slack and beautiful in his sleep. his hair's a mess of curls on his head, product having loosened and freed them in the night and his crows feet have smoothened out, only traces of the deep, happy lines that they are in the day. his lips are slightly parted, soft huffs of air escaping. buck wants to bottle the sound; wants to bottle every sound. hopes he gets to hear it again and again and again.
decides, a little desperately, that looking's not enough, that he wants- needs to touch. so he does, shifts closer. turns onto his side and presses his body into tommy's, rests his head in that safe place where tommy's shoulder meets his neck and gently throws a leg over tommy's own. doesn't want to wake tommy up, but can't help but want to touch more, still. trails his fingertips down tommy's chest, his side, carefully, so carefully, over his scars and then across his stomach, comes to a stop just below his belly button and then brings his hand back up, again. repeats. repeats. repeats.
he gets lost in the movement. lets his mind wander, landing gently on the previous night. thinks about how he'd cooked tommy dinner and how tommy had refused to let him wash up afterwards. how they'd slow danced in the kitchen, smiling and giggling and trading kisses. thinks about how he hadn't wanted tommy to leave at the end of the night, how tommy hadn't wanted to go, either. how easy it was to fall into bed together. thinks about how they'd kissed, then, unhurried and soft. touched, but hadn't had sex. how tommy had still wanted to hold him, be close to him anyway. how he'd stayed anyway.
he feels tommy shift beneath him, feels his breath change, humming contently as buck trails his fingers back up to his chest. stops there. presses his hand down, palm flat against his chest. feels his heart beating, strong and steady. thinks, fleetingly, that he'd carve out his own to keep it that way. and then there's a kiss being dropped onto the top of his head, a soft, sleep rumpled, "morning, evan," murmured into his curls.
buck tilts his face up, leaves a kiss, and then another, against tommy's jaw, murmurs his own, soft, "mm, morning," and then moves his hand from tommy's chest to cup his face. leans up as tommy leans down and catches his mouth in a kiss. feels his whole body sigh as their lips meet. swallows tommy's pleased moan. leaves a last peck against his lips as he pulls away, breathless. says, eventually, even though it's the last thing he wants to do, "we should get up. shower. get breakfast."
"mmm, yeah. not yet. wanna kiss you some more first."
and then suddenly, he's being flipped. can't help the embarrasing sound that escapes him as he's manuerved, expertly, onto his back again, tommy's weight pressing down onto him, hands caging in his head on either side. feels his face heating, blush quickly travelling down to his neck, his chest. stutters, "f-fuck. okay, that was hot," and reaches out, settles one hand against the back of tommy's neck, places the other back against his cheek. thinks, privately, about how he's going to have to ask tommy to do that again, sometime.
tommy laughs, smiles down at him, mischievous. lets his eyes roam, over buck's own, down to his lips and then back up again. he dips his head, purposely misses buck's mouth. kisses his nose, instead, his cheek, his jaw, trailing kisses down to his neck. buck's breath hitches in his chest, likes the way tommy's morning stubble scratches gently against his skin. and then tommy's making his way back up, and finally, finally, kissing his mouth. asks for permission with his tongue, swallows buck's happy little sounds as he grants it. kisses him and kisses him until they both have to come up for air, panting into each other's mouths. only gives buck a moment before he's sealing the gap, kissing him again, and again, and again.
they don't make it down for breakfast for a while.
send me a bucktommy prompt and i'll write you a little something <3
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cursedzucchini · 11 months
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Danny working as a batburger employee.
And now I know that ain't the most original thing on this website, but consider;
When Danny comes into contact with food, it gains sentience.
I mean imagine the jokerized fries coming alive trying to kill each other, bc there can be only one, before seeing the real joker and immediately forming a team to take that bitch down.
Or the poison ivy salad (I think) combining their powers together to try and kill whoever bought them.
Or the batburger hiding in the shadows.
Or like literally anything you can think of.
Just Danny, tired employee, trying to convince ppl to buy normal fries, bc if he gotta deal w the joker version one more fucking time he's burning this whole place down.
Or just trying to convince the food to stay on the plate. (And stabbing it to place if necessary)
So I'm not sure if anyone thought of this, but this is my vision ✋✨✨✨✨🤚
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