Unfortunately, my amigos, we managed to come up with 100 prompts. Here’s part 1:
You’re a ghost haunting your own funeral. You see that nobody showed up.
What are these strangers doing in your house? You’re confused and angry, it’s been a week and it seems like they’re not leaving, they’re not even paying attention to you. You’re the ghost haunting your house without knowing it.
A single man and dog run the Iditarod only to show up with the medicine for his daughter too late. This is his story.
You fight for a noble cause. You complete all the necessary steps. You reach the top of the world doing good deeds to improve peoples lives. It’s your first day of retirement and you watch your hard work comes undone before your eyes.
“You can’t understand how it is to feel this worthless. I just want it all to go away! I want it all to STOP!”
Despite everything they did, everything they went through. It was made clear that their attempts were pointless, as they were too late to save them.
The only thing left for you to do was to leave forever
You didn’t visit your parent figure in hospital the day before they passed away because you wanted to finish your homework. Less than 24 hours later, you get a message from your sibling. “They passed away this morning.”
No matter how hard you try, they just laugh at you. You are a joke, a game, you don’t matter. You’ve had enough.
“Robert, you can’t just leave! There are fifty kids waiting for you! You promised you’d get us out alive. You told them so!” “No, darling, I promised I’d get us out alive. Us, being me and my 500 grand. Thanks for your help, by the way. Sorry about the boiled alive thing. Chao!”
Why did you leave me? It’s been 15 years. Why did you leave? I can’t just accept the fact that you showed up on my doorstep expecting an apology. I have a family now. And I can’t let you pull me into your problems.
Your school, company, or organisation has required you to go to therapy for a potentially traumatic incident. This is the session when you decide to tell the story of becoming estranged from your last living relative.
You can only watch the live news helplessly as, thousands of miles away, an tsunami happens in the country your best friend happens to be visiting
“My head is full of you but my arms are empty.”
Best Friends Forever", we used to say. But now we aren’t even talking anymore. When I see them anywhere, another person is by their side, a new best friend. And I, I am all alone.
Person A shares something that no one knew about them and it is very personal and then they get outcasted by their family and person B is the only one to support them as they cry.
The fire was pretty, swirling in shades of blue and green and purple, if you could ignore the fact it was destroying the planet.
A crying child in the hospital bed looks to you for answers. She wants to know where her mommy is. You have no answer.
“I cannot take it anymore, Sam. You don’t tell me anything, you’ve been disappearing for hours, you have phone calls you don’t want me to hear, and now you forgot our anniversary. I’m done being patient. I have packed my things, you can keep the car and the house. Goodbye.” A small box fell out of his fingers, and a ring with a diamond shining merrily on the band rolled away, as the phone stopped playing out the voicemail.
You unlock your phone, and, ignoring the shaking of your hand, answer the call. “Hey” you say, not even trying to compress the wound, too far gone as you already are, “no, i’m fine. I’ll be with you in a minute or two…”
I knew it would be there, I saved for this special occasion. It was my deserved reward after a shitty day and it was gone. The cupcake was gone.
it was finally summer, his favorite season. He sat up in his bed and told you all about what he did last year. He rode his bike everywhere, he played so many games with his friends, he swam in the town park pool… you were the doctor, and you had come in to bring his parents out of the room to talk to them about how the cancer had spread unexpectedly.
You’ve just had an unpleasant lunch with your family and one of your siblings has just told you that you’ve been horrible the entire meal. What now?
Your mom starts crying
you walk down the street and you see a familiar face. Your heart starts beating faster and you speed up, because Gosh, you haven’t seen them in the longest time, but then as you are about to reach them and scream their name, you suddenly stop because remember that it can’t be them because you’re now on the other side of the world, and you left the person you love far away….
It’s your grandfather’ funeral. The place is packed, he was loved by so many. Then, a small child puts a cup of coffee by his ashes.. (“Have this grandpa, it’s time to wake up”)
The person you love has to be killed in order to save other people. Their death guarantees the others’ safety and it is the right thing to do, and they want to do it, but you have to kill them. So you do.
you have the power to bring back the dead. You quickly realize that this comes with draw-backs since certain parts of them stay dead. someone close to you had an accident and this is the most difficult decision of your life.
the smallest coffins are the heaviest.
Her answer is to gently cup your face with trembling hands. Her smile is gentle and so, so sad. Her breathy whisper reaches your ears, “because love is watching someone die,” and shatters your world.
It had always been her. From the first day you saw her, you knew that she was the one, the one you wanted to spend your entire life with. Day by day, that future became a little more solid, a little more opaque. Until you watched it shrivel, collapse and die when strangers pulled a frail, familiar body out of the wreck.
you wake up to silence, except for the sound of quiet sobbing and a set of packed suitcases in the hall.
“I’m going to… take a nap… just for a minute. I’ll be… right back.” He lies down just where he sat. “Could you… hold my hand?”, he asks of her. She moves carefully around the table, as not to disrupt the game that they will certainly continue. He rests his head on her knees. “Are you there?”, he asks. “Yes, I’m here.” He holds her hand tighter. “Are you there?”, he asks, slowly his voice getting quieter and weaker….
You and your family were in a car crash. You think you’ve survived but in the hospital you found you’ve died and you watch your parents, your SO, your children and your friends mourn. You don’t leave earth. You remain there watching over your loved ones, but when they die, they don’t join you. You are by yourself forever.
Driving home, you hit something. Getting out, you realize it’s your pet who went missing a few months ago
Using the word ‘almost’ is the most melancholic way to describe an upsetting moment. She almost got there in time. He almost caught her. She almost told her. They almost made it.
You realise animals no longer acknowledge your existence. They can’t seem to see or hear you. Your best friend is your dog.
“I’ll never be perfect in my parents’ eyes no matter what I do.”
When you were 7, you were kidnapped when for 15 years. At the age of 22, you are finally rescued. Write about your time held in captivity and what it was like when you were saved.
Time and time again, the prompt guy refuses my Danny DeVito suggestions
“You’re the worst teacher I ever had, but I don’t want you to leave, because you were also the best, in a way.”
after always feeling like you were never wanted around, someone decided to tell you how you felt is exactly right. and now you have a fire in your heart you’ve decided to do something about it.
He was supposed to protect me. Instead he became the one I needed protection from.
“We’ll be finally be able to be together. Just one more year. Then we can finally be happy.” That was the last thing you said to your lover before going back off to war. Now you find yourself in an empty house, holding one last letter addressed to you and the memories of a lifetime of unfulfilled promises.
I’m not sure which was worse: keeping it a secret for so many years, or the look on my mom’s face when I told her.
you moved in a new town a few months ago. One of your friend tells you that he heard your best friend say “There’s no point staying in touch, we won’t see each other ever again.”
“I’m sorry sir, but we’re all out of chicken nuggets.”
You are a stray dog. Your master lost you 3 years ago. You go on an epic and heart-filled journey to find your master, not knowing that they are already dead.
It was the first time your parents said the word proud in relation to you, but you could just feel that was nothing more than a backhanded compliment. It only made you feel terrible.
After five years, they were finally back together. But time had torn them apart and as much as they tried, they were unable to love each other again.
The dark and dreary realisation finally hit you: You’re the one in the coffin. This is your funeral. All these people are upset and crying over you.
The war had been ravaging the country for years. You fought for your country, you shed your blood, you did your part. And yet a mistake is going to be your undoing. Write your last letter before your execution to a daughter you will never come back to.
Your siblings played a game with you, it was called “Who can ignore you the most”. But it’s okay, you knew they love you, because there was still food on the table, and bedtime was still shared in the same room. It’s been years, you’re in the worst time of your life now, and you feel the need to reach out for help. You hope the game is over by now.
You’ve been messaging someone online for years now, chatting with them about this and that every so often. They stopped logging on a month ago. You have no way of knowing if they’re okay, and can only watch and wait for a reply.
You read a late familiar’s diary from decades ago. You knew nothing about them before this moment.Their insight in life is what you need to solve your problems, and your insight could have helped save their life.
“I am so tired.” She whispered to him, inches away from jumping of that bridge.
Every time your father leaves for work, you wonder if he’s going to die. You make sure to say “i love you” every day before he goes, but one day you forget…
you’re the last member of your species, your culture, your language. Scientists are around you, waiting for every bit that you can share, for them to document. They don’t care about you. Although you’re surrounded by people, you’re alone.
your idol, a vegetarian, was forcefully fed a hotdog
Write about the small and big sacrifices mothers make for their children.
You are trapped in a “coma” can hear everything around you, including friends and family coming to say goodbye before your life-support is taken away due to lack of insurance. They can’t prove you aren’t brain dead. You can’t say goodbye back.
“The monsters won’t come and hurt me will they daddy?” “As long as I’m around,” he said, giving you a goodnight kiss. “No one will ever hurt you.” “You’ll come home right? Promise?” “I Promise.” But he failed to keep his promise. He never came home and the monsters got you after all.
Tell the story of someone who goes about daily life, well, tries to anyway. It’s hard for them because they had severe depression. Tell of their struggles and trials. But also tell of their successes.
For Sale: Baby Shoes. Never worn.
you’re the last person in the world and you just lost hope for finding anyone else
You went on a great quest with your friends. You slayed monsters together, fended off enemies, and overcame all challenges that came your way. However, your friends perished at the final boss. You’ve just defeated him, and the reality is sinking in.
You are the new Death. The torch has been passed down to you for reasons you don’t know. It is now your job to take the lives of those whose time is up, old or young. Are you prepared to do it? And why were you chosen?
You have become immortal through a game that destroyed your universe. You and and your friends recreated the universe. You remember, they do not. The big bad from the game haunts your dreams.
You wake up and smell something burning. You think someone is making breakfast. You get up to see your house is on fire and you’re the only survivor.
As the crowd around you cheers for your brother’s assassin, you hold him in your arms as you watch his life fade. He was the most hated man in the world, a brutal dictator, a tyrant worse than your father ever was. He was the very kind of man who you hated yourself. Yet you’re crying, looking down upon his smiling face as he watches the crowd and his killer in his final moments, because in the end this was what he promised you. He promised to make a world where no one would have to fight anymore, where there can be peace. And now that the most hated man is dead, there can be.
After a long fulfilling life, you find yourself in the past, at the lowest point of your life. Your family is gone, your friends don’t know who you are, and you’re left with nothing. What do you do?
there’s no pizza in the fridge
You love children and plan to have some one day, until you find out at a doctors appointment that you are infertile…
It’s the effort that counts but it’s the result that’s remembered. Write a story about someone who spent years devoted to their passion but their efforts remain unrecognised, unappreciated because they were ultimately unsuccessful, even after death.
“…you never really loved me, did you.” and the silence said it all
you are a dog going into the vet. You have no idea why your owner is crying. You have no idea that it’s your last visit.
Your parents just told you that they’re getting a divorce.
Your best friend/SO has wronged the gods and has 24 hours to live. You can trade your life for theirs by putting your essence by the mercy of the gods. What do you do?
he spat angrily as he raised what remained of his son “I NEVER LOVED YOU”
write a story where you build up to one character’s death. In the end, that character survives, but another character dies instead.
You are a time traveler, but you never knew it. The only time you successfully did it was when you were a baby, and you’ve grown up a long time away from your original life. One day, you find a shrine… Dedicated to you, by your original family.
You sat across from them at the table, and realized that you had both run out of things to say to each other.
Write a story about an adventurous character who somehow survives all the trouble they get into. These are the memories of an old person, as they remember what they did, with a week of less left before their last breath.
Everyone else had moved on further. You have missed your opportunity to move along with them, and you are the only one left behind in the gray lands. All because of your most annoying habit
“But I rescued you from-” “You killed the dragon! You killed my best friend!”
When you were little, you lost your parents in a house fire. Now, you’ve found out that you have the power to control fire, and are starting to suspect that the fire that killed your parents wasn’t a cooking accident after all..
You spent the past 10 minutes walking back and forth from the lobby to the dance floor in search of them, worrying your ass off. They finally decide to come out and they curse at you for ruining their night.
It was horrible, a pain unbearable to you, the feeling of your soulmate breaking down. The person you once loved, now shattered and scarred from trauma. The worst of part of it, you were helpless. All you could do was sit and watch, but you’d get your revenge. On Death himself.
Your maths teacher gives you a school detention despite the fact that you are 110% innocent of everything you’ve been accused of. You are forced to stare at a wall for half an hour in silence to think about ‘what you’ve done.’ What happens now?
You confess to your parents about your depression and suicidal thoughts, but they just shrug it off as you being over dramatic. Months later and the sight of your parents still hurts you deep inside, because they never understood you.
You’re in love with your coworker, who’s married and has two kids. He’s quitting job today. He tells you that he loves you.
You’re in a room full of onions.
You’re just about to start your period and you’ve been craving Chinese food all week. You finally get said Chinese food, get home, pull it out of the bag and drop it. You start scream-crying, and your family runs into the room to check on you. What happens next?
Your daughter has been bullied ever since she’s started school due to the fact that you aren’t the richest of families in a pretty nice neighborhood. When she begs you to buy her a doll everybody likes, you know you won’t be able to afford it.
You hide in your room and clutch a pillow, listening to the abusive language your family members through at each other. You hear your youngest sibling being physically abused again, and his screams echo throughout the house.
“We found cancerous tissue. I’m sorry.” “What a way to start my first day of college.” (comment: this actually happened to me, I was diagnosed with cancer my first day of college)
An old man is on his death bed, riddled with dementia. Volunteering for the elderly with no family left, you visit, but he mistakes you for son or daughter.
I looked in the mirror and realized who was staring back. It was someone I wasn’t content with.
Write a story through the perspective of an abused cat on their 9th life.
Tell a story about a person who never appears in photographs because they were always behind the camera, looking wistfully at everyone’s smiling faces. It is only after they’re long gone that someone finally notices. Old memories are brought up.
bismuth is the biggest fountain of wasted potential in all of su.
she’s a viewpoint on the war who isn’t caught up in idolising and mourning rose quartz. even in just the special she had, she told us so much about rose that pearl, garnet etc had just never said. imagine how different steven’s character arc could have been if he’d had bismuth there to talk to about this stuff.
her design. like, that is honestly one of the most unique character designs on tv right now. freaking RAINBOW DREADLOCKS! that’s just so cool.
bismuth meeting peridot and lapis. i mean bismuth and lapis is HUGE because of how lapis got poofed, and then the shared experience of being trapped for 6000 years by people you trusted. on the flip side, bismuth and peridot are fellow tech-orientated rebels, imagine what they could get up to together!
(”wait. you called yellow diamond WHAT?” “a clod.” “to her face?!” “well, over the official diamond communication line…” “you used the official diamond line?! peridot, listen, that is one of the coolest things i have ever heard.” “i know, i’m pretty great.”)
bismuth and amethyst! bismuth is so huge on the “you can be anyone you want to be” thing, and you can see how that would affect amethyst. like, look at what happened in the special - bismuth didn’t even question amethyst’s size, she just said that it was nice to have another quartz around and was impressed by amethyst’s whip. there is so much potential for such a great friendship to be struck up there.
(like. if we’re not going to go the ame/dot route, thanks zuke, then amethyst/bismuth? hello? it’s right there?)
FUSIONS. give me a caring, thoughtful and powerful garnet/bismuth. give me an elegant engineer pearl/bismuth. give me a flexible, scrappy amethyst/bismuth. give me a conflicted but ultimately heroic steven/bismuth. give me a total macgyver level genius peridot/bismuth. lapis/bismuth we can probably skip though. maybe in a few hundred years when lapis is feeling better, but maybe never.
bismuth meets connie. they both think the other is awesome. bismuth makes connie her own sword. connie is so happy. she introduces bismuth to the fantasy and sci-fi genres in return.
(”that’s ridiculous! he’s a dog AND a copter, you can’t ask him to just be one!” “i know! the military-industrial complex is so corrupt, using individuals as pawns in the pursuit of endlessly escalating conflict without a thought for the effects on those people!” “EXACTLY! connie, you’re saying what we’re all thinking!”)
bismuth and greg would be… interesting. i’m not sure i have the words for it rn? but yeah. really interesting.
bismuth and the corrupted gems, oh my god! how would she feel, seeing her friends and foes alike turned into mindless monsters, knowing that for thousands of years the cgs have been trying to save them to no avail?
bismuth vs jasper. the two big buff warrior ladies duking it out for what they believe in, becoming worthy opponents.
A Cresswell-Tangled crossover! I started this thing over a year ago, but it wasn’t working out so I stopped and was like I can always get back to it later, knowing that that would probably not happen lol. I still had the unfinished piece in my drafts, so every time I went to drafts it was there glaring at me. And now I finally finished it because the shipweeks gave me a reason to pick it back up :p I finished most of the line-art last time, but I had to redraw a lot because it’s been over a year and I’ve improved since then, and obviously something wasn’t working out before. That I was able to make it work this time means I actually learned things last year, which feels good :) Anyway! Today’s shipweek theme was ‘lights’ and this thing accidentally fits because of the lyrics, so I waited till today to post it.
It’s been about a week of driving on the road, and Stiles gets to his place and drops his things off. The rest of his stuff will be delivered in about another week.
Stiles stands in the stillness of his tiny apartment and closes his eyes, takes in the quiet, a quiet he hasn’t heard and felt in a long time, when his phone dings.
Stiles opens his eyes, sees it’s text from Scott asking if he made it by the time he said he would. Stiles answered he made it, and then shuts his phone down, and proceeds to lay down on all the blankets he brought with him - his bed won’t be there for a few more days, at least - and sleep.
It’s night when he wakes up, and the street lights are shining into his apartment where he lay in the almost bare living room. Stiles turns on his phone, and this time his heart skips a beat - and Stiles doesn’t quite know why - when he sees the text he’d been expecting from Derek:
Have you made it? Do you want to meet up?
It was sent an hour ago. Stiles replies back, saying he did and he would, but since it’s night time, they could meet tomorrow?
But Derek replies back a few minutes later that he wouldn’t might meeting up that night. It’s only 7PM, and so Stiles agrees and they agree to meet at a coffee shop a few blocks from where Stiles lives - Derek has been living in D.C. for a few months now, and ever since Stiles told Derek where he would be living, Derek made a point to get to know the area around it. Stiles found that oddly sweet, but he would never tell Derek that.
Stiles’ heart is beating wildly as he leaves, locking his door behind him. He hasn’t seen Derek in over a year now. They’ve talked over the year, actually they’d talked quite a lot in the past few months, especially, but Stiles hadn’t been face to face with Derek in well over a year.
Stiles feels and equal measure of excitement and nerves. He feels almost jumpy as he heads down the stairs in his apartment building, and then out into the warm summer night D.C. air.
He texts Derek that he’s on his way, and Derek texts back that he’s already there, waiting outside.
Stiles gulps and licks his lips, and walks faster, pocketing his phone.
Stiles is away from the only home he’s known for 18 years. But he feels oddly free. He misses Scott, his dad, everyone like crazy, but he also feels less…heavy. Less like he was drowning. Stiles still looked around him surreptitiously, not able to shake off the habit from almost two and a half years of danger and destruction happening to and around him, but the air is quiet, people barely spare him a glance.
It feels wonderful.
Stiles is able to breathe.
He couldn’t remember the last time he felt this relaxed.
When he rounds the corner to the coffee shop, he freezes, his inhale sharp when he sees Derek standing outside, and then it feels like his heart trips over itself when Derek hears him and turns towards him, and they lock eyes.
Derek looks good. He looks as relaxed as Stiles felt. Derek was still in the tight jeans that Stiles remembered him wearing all the time (and damn, they always made Stiles stare a little longer than he should have) but his shirt looked soft and comfortable, and it was a light purple color that made Derek look absolutely…amazing.
And he wasn’t wearing his signature leather jacket. He wasn’t standing with his arms over his chest. They were at his sides, just hanging, relaxed. He also wasn’t scowling. He was grinning. At Stiles.
And Stiles found himself grinning back. He let out a shocked laugh, and then he was walking fast toward Derek, who started walking toward him too.
Stiles sped up the last ten or so feet, and then Stiles was practically jumping into Derek’s awaiting arms, and Derek gave a small “oof” as if Stiles, fragile human that he was, was able to knock the breath out of Derek.
“Sorry,” Stiles murmured.
But he felt Derek shake his head and wrap Stiles up firmly in his arms, and Stiles breathed out softly, tightening his arms around Derek’s shoulders and resting his cheek against Derek’s.
“I missed you,” Stiles whispered, surprised he let that slip out. But he did nothing to take the words back.
“I missed you, too,” Derek said, and Stiles shivered. He and Derek had mostly texted over the past year, and the last time they had talked on the phone had been months ago. Stiles had missed his soft, beautiful voice. It was like honey to Stiles’ ears.
Two and a half years. That’s how long Stiles had basically lived in hell.
But now….now, Stiles was getting out of it. With Derek, who actually picked Stiles up enough that Stiles was then on his tippy toes, somehow bringing Stiles closer in his arms, and Stiles huffed out a laugh.
“Shh, just enjoy it,” Derek murmured.
“Can’t imagine the Derek I knew saying that,” Stiles whispered. Even at the end, before Derek left, when he was in such a good place, he hadn’t quite been like this. So happy. So relaxed. So ready to hug someone. And hug them closely, for that matter.
“Yeah, well…some time away helps,” Derek murmured, and Stiles felt his heart beating faster when he felt Derek brush his lips lightly against Stiles’ neck.
“Good thing I’m getting some time away, then,” Stiles murmured. And then after a long moment, “with you,” Stiles said.
He felt Derek inhale sharply, and then the arms around him tighten. But it didn’t feel restrictive. It felt amazingly comforting. Stiles felt warm, safe. Relaxed. And maybe even a little bit happy.
“I’m glad you’re getting time away, too. With me.”
Stiles smiled, buried his smile against Derek’s shoulder, and then decided to hold on to Derek just a little longer.
Request: I wanted to ask for an imagine. So the reader and Jeff are a couple and they are at the prom and in a dance the things got a bit hot so they go to Tony’s car. And you are a really good friend with tony so when they finish tony knocked the window of the car telling her he has to take her home. Please i’d love you a lot if you write something with this 😍. Thanks anyway ☺️
Warnings: Smut, swearing
“Mom I’m about to leave! Tony is almost here” I pick up my gold clutch and start to head for the door.
“Wait! wait! wait!” I hear my mom running down the stairs and I try to hold in my giggles. She comes running down with her camera.
“Where is Jeff? is he still coming?”
“Yes mom, he’s walking over here now, which why I need to go”. She walks over to me and fix my curled hair and smooths out my dress.
“You look gorgeous hunny. I want to wait for him to come so I can pictures.”
“Moooom” I whine. Leave it to her to be totally embarrassing. She loves Jeff. We have been dating for over a year now and the minute she met him, she thought of him as her child. She practically begs him to come over and even cooks for him. As she’s in the middle of taking pictures of me, the doorbell rings.
“That’s my sweetie Jeffy!” my mom says as she jogs to the door. I shake my head at her sudden change in sweetness. She swings open the door and crushes him in a hug.
“Hi Ms.y/l/n. These are for you.” As I look over her shoulder, I see Jeff give my mother a bouquet of peony flowers. This is exactly why she loves him. I wouldn’t be surprised if she loves him more than me.
“Oh my goodness! how sweet, Thank you Jeffrey, I’m going to go put these in a vase.” As she speeds off I shake my head and laugh. I look back at him and see him holding another bouquet of flowers, but its stunning red roses. My favorite.
“And these” he says as he pecks my lip, “Are for you my lady”. I grab the flowers and can’t hold in my smile.
“Why thank you sir.” I say as I kiss him again. I put the flowers down on the table beside the stairs and look back at him, taking in his attire. He looked amazing, although I’m not surprised. He’s the only guy that I feel can pull off a white top tuxedo. I noticed that he’s doing the same to me, taking in my outfit.
“Wow” he says with his mouth parted. I look down thinking something is wrong with my dress.
“What?” I say looking down. “Nothing, you just look beautiful.” I smile again, pushing my hair behind my ear. Even after a year with Jeff, he never fails to still make me feel special. After about 10 minutes, my mom comes jogging back in with her camera. She was probably in a daze with her flowers.
“Okay you too, pictures then you can leave.” We spend the next 5 minutes taking different pictures together and my mom even sheds a few tears. After a bit, I finally get a text from Tony.
Hey y/n/n I’m outside
“Okay mom, Tony is outside, we have to go” I say, looping my arm through Jeff’s.
“Okay, okay have fun you too. Not too much fun now.” Jeff glances at me from the corner of his eye and I blush.
“Of course mom, we know” I grab my bag again as we walk out the door and skip down the stairs to Tony’s car.
“Be safe love you! Hi Tony hunny!” My mom calls out. I scream a quick ‘love you too’ as me and Jeff get into his car.
“Hey y/m/n, I’ll get her home safe!” He gets into the car and turns on his loud indie music that he loves. Jeff got into the front seat while I sit in the back. Tony drives off as we all make small talk, laughing together like we always do.
“Is Ryan going to be there?” I ask over the music.
“Yeah, we are doing the music together and hopefully squeeze in a dance.”
“Nice man” Jeff says, “If you guys don’t dance, I’ll grab you guys by the hand and force you.” I laugh at my boyfriends comment. He loves meddling in other peoples love life. That’s probably why we are so good together, he genuinely loves happy relationships.
“Let’s get ready to fuck the night up!” Tony screams.
As we all walk inside, the music is blasting and there are a bunch of people dancing and grinding against each other. With my hand in Jeff’s, we walk through the crowd, chatting with different people here and there.
“Jeff! Y/n! Tony!” We look and see Jessica, Justin and Monty waving us over to the center of the dance floor. we waltz over to them and I laugh at how wasted Jessica is almost getting, dry humping against a very happy Justin.
“I’m glad you guys came!” she screams. We all talk and laugh over the music and just have a good time bumping and dumb dancing to every song. Tony taps our shoulders and talks over the music.
“Guys I’m going to go up there with Ryan to help my boy out. You dudes have fun!”
“Ada boy Tony! Go have fun!” Jeff laughs. Tony playful rolls his eyes and disappears into the crowd. We all continue dancing and laughing at a now drunk Jessica. Jeff slides his hands on my waist and whispers in my ear.
“Do you want a drink babe?”
“Yeah I’ll go with you.” He grabs my hand as we head over to the food table.
“Jeff man, there is vodka in the left punch!” Justin yells over the music. Jeff turns his head back to look at him, “Nah I’m fine, but thanks”.
We get to the table and Jeff pours us some punch from the right. He seems to be looking around the gym a lot looking for something, but I already knew it was someone.
“Babe, Clay is sitting on the bleachers over there” I point. He looks at the direction of my finger and smiles at me.
“What I would do without you, I’ll be right back baby”. He pecks my lips and walks over to sit next to Clay. They talk for a few minutes and I can’t help but smile. Jeff is such a sweet person, and I love him so much for it. I continue to drink my punch as I look around at the people dancing. Soon a slow song comes on and I see Clay walking towards Hannah, and Jeff smiling at me from the bleachers, heading my way. He grabs my hand and pulls me towards the dance floor. He puts his hands on my waist, while I wrap my arms around his neck, swaying slowly.
“Is your job done?” I smile at him, “Yup, for now. Now I can focus on my beautiful girlfriend.”
I lay my head his shoulder, closing my eyes as I smell in his cologne. As we continue to slow dance, Jeff’s slides his hands down to my butt. He lightly squeezes and I look up at him.
“Jeff babe, what are you doing?” I ask slowly, looking around so no one sees him grabbing my ass in public.
“Hmm?” he hums. He starts kissing my neck and pushing me closer to him.
“Jeff” I whisper, “stop babe, before people see.” He ignores me and starting sucking my sweet spot, not caring that people would see my soon to form hickey. I bite my lip, wanting to tell him to stop, but can’t. He’s turning me on and he knows it. I open my eyes and see people occupied with their date, either dancing or sucking their face off. Still sucking another part of my neck, Jeff is now full on squeezing my ass, pulling me into him. He stops and go straight to my mouth kissing me softly. I put my hand to his face, lightly moaning into his mouth. I can tell Jeff is forgetting we are in public once his hand goes to the back of my dress, tugging on my zipper. I move his hands and break our kiss.
“Jeff, we are still in school” I laugh, softly panting. As I look at him, his eyes are filled with love and more importantly, lust. He grabs my waist and leans his lips against my ear.
“Then lets not be” he says deeply. I look up at him and bite my lip, nodding my head. He smirks and grabs my hand walking towards Tony up in the music area. As we walk, I noticed how wet Jeff as gotten me already just from giving me a hickey and feel hot from him not caring that we are around a bunch of students and teachers. As we get to Tony, Jeff whispers something in his ear. Tony laughs shaking his head and then reach into his pocket grabbing his keys. He hands him his keys, saying something back, earning a laugh from Jeff. As we walk towards the exit I look back at Tony smiling at us.
“What did Tony say to you?” I ask as we walk outside.
“He said don’t stain his seats” he laughs. I flush from the embarrassment that Tony knows what we are about to do. We walk to his car, feeling the thick tension in the air around us. We clearly both can’t wait to rip each other clothes off and it’s exciting me. When Jeff unlocks the back door, he doesn’t even waste time. He pulls us in and locks the door behind us, starting back to kissing my neck.
“Since I say you in this dress, I wanted nothing than to rip it off of you” he says in his husky voice. I moan at his words and climb on top of him.
“Not this one” I say smirking, “You already ripped my other dress.” He bites his lip to hold in his laugh.
“I said I was sorry baby.”
“I am too.”
“About wha-” before he can finish, I grab his shirt and pop all his buttons, revealing his hard abs in front of me. His mouth drops open as he looks at his now ripped shirt.
“Babe!” he yells as I smile innocently and start sucking his neck. He leans his head back and grab my waist. I’m glad I chose to wear a thin pair of thongs, feeling him get hard under me. He unzips my dress and I wiggle out of it, getting up to take it fully off. I am now only left in just my thong, now feeling conscious that someone could see me. We are parked behind the school away from other cars and houses, but I’m still nervous. He looks up and down at my exposed body and I can’t help but love the way he was looking at me.
“Fuck, your so sexy y/n”. I pull his ripped shirt and jacket off of him and go back to kissing. He wraps his arms around my torso as he deepens the kiss, kissing me hungrily. I palm his member through our body, making him moan as he bucks his hips into my hand, wanting to feel more. I unzip his pants and pull them down to his ankles. He breaks our kiss, and wraps his lips around one of my breast, making me lean my head back against the head rest of the drivers seat. I hump against his hard member, making me even more wet against our friction. I moan at our movement as Jeff moves my hips faster against him.
“Fuck, babe your killing me” he grunts. I smirk at him as I pull his member from his boxers and pump him with my hands. He throws his head back and starts breathing hard. He starts to buck himself into my hand, moaning my name.
“Fuck y/n, that feels good”. I go faster, looking at him almost come undone with my fingers. As I continue, Jeff pulls my underwear to the side, rubbing his finger against my clit. As I speed my hand on his dick, Jeff starts to rub harder against my core. I throw my head back again, grinding my hips onto his fingers.
“Fuck Jeff!” I moan, biting my lip. Both of us are a moaning mess as we pick up our pace. A wave of heat rush to my core and I stop pumping him once I feel him twitch in my hand.
“Baby, I can’t wait anymore” He kisses me, as he grabs a condom from the arm rest of Tony’s car. I stop kissing him to start laughing.
“Why does Tony have those in his car” I laugh, “Cause he’s not dumb” Jeff laughs back. He slides on the condom and positions himself at my entrance, waiting for me to go from there. I grab his member from under me and pull my underwear to the side, slowly sliding onto him, moaning at the feeling.
“Fuck” I moan, as I sit on him fully. I slowly start to circle around him, to get use to the feeling. He groans against me and starts to bounce me up and down. I move his hand away, shaking my head.
“I got this babe, relax.” He puts his hand up to surrender and puts his hand to his side. I put my arm around his neck and start to slowly ride him, teasing him.
“Baby, please” he breaths out, with his eyes closed. I pull closer into him and pick up my pace, bouncing hard against him. He moans louder as I start pounding on him.
“Fuck baby! I need to touch you” He goes to my legs and lightly lifts them as he lowers himself in the seat. He roughly starts thrusting into me as I wrap my legs around him. I try not to scream so no one can here, but fuck he’s making it hard.
“Jeff! my god!” I loudly moan, my arms wrapped around his neck. He picks up his pace, his nails digging into my thighs.
“Babe, I-I’m abo-” I feel Jeff twitch inside of me as his thrust got sloppier. I start to feel myself tighten and I moan louder.
“Yes! babe, I can’t!” I yell. Jeff pounds into me full speed as we both ride out our high. I slide off of him as he pulls back up his boxers. Still latched onto him, I see how all the windows in the car is fogged up. Both panting, I lay my head on his shoulder, closing my eyes.
“I love you baby” he says, rubbing my back.
“I love you too” I say sleepily.
It seems like we have been laying here for hours before we hear a knock on the window.
“Shit!” I cursed as I jump off of Jeff, pulling my dress back on, trying to zipper it back up while Jeff laughs at me. He throws on his shirt and jacket, waits till my dress is back on, then rubs the fogged up window, seeing the back of Tony.
“Are you guys clothes on?” he asks, still not looking at us. Jeff rolls the window down laughing.
“Yes you big baby” he laughs.
“Good, cause I promised y/m/n that I will have her home safe and if she’s split on half, that’s not saf-”
“Ew okay Tony just get in the car!” I yell, not wanting to be embarrassed anymore. He laughs and gets in the drivers side, getting the keys back from Jeff. As he starts the car, he starts to loudly sniff.
“Do you guys mind opening the windows, it smells like sex in her-”
“Oh my gosh Tony!” I yell, covering my face flushing. Jeff finds this all so hilarious, laughing his ass off at all of this. For the rest of the ride, Tony keeps looking in his mirror at us, trying to hold in his laugh.
“So did you guys have fun tonight?”
“Yeah, but my favorite part was the ride” he says looking at my red face.
It’s the wonderful @victuurificrec aka Hailey’s birthday today! She does an incredible amount for the fandom and if you don’t know her blog, I suggest you definitely check it out asap. She puts a huge amount of effort into everything that she does and she’s been an incredible supporter of my fic for a long time. So to say thank you and Happy Birthday to Hailey, here’s a little birthday themed Viktuuri ficlet to show my appreciation.
Happy Birthday! xx
“So, you’re telling me that all this panic is just because you can’t decide what to get Viktor
for his birthday?” Phichit asked disbelievingly.
Yuuri groaned, resting his head in his free hand as he
clutched his phone with the other. It was stupid, he knew. Calling Phichit in a
panic after almost a full week of constant worrying and doubt over something
that Viktor probably wouldn’t even care much about but he couldn’t help
“I’ve been living with him for a year Phichit. We’ve been
together for even longer. Last year he told me he didn’t really celebrate much
but this year it’s different. We’ve been together too long for me to not give
him something, I just don’t know what.”
Requested. (This was a little bit difficult for me….hope it’s up to par D:)
Song or Quote : Love is unselfishly choosing for another’s highest good. Who: Peter Parker
Peter sulked behind Tony who led them to an old diner that miraculously was still standing after everything the city had been through. He was dreading what was going to be said to him once they finally sat down. Peter had messed up, bad. Tony ordered a black coffee and a cherry turnover while Peter just stuck to a chocolate milk. He didn’t even want anything but Tony insisted he get something. The silence was painful and seemed like it was never going to end.
After some time of watching Tony eat his turnover, Peter finally decided to break the painful quiet. “Look, Mr. Stark, I just, I need, I want to apologize for not being on my A game tonight.”
Tony chewed for a minute, staring at the teenager before swallowing and deciding to respond back. “Mind telling me why I almost got my head ripped off and your body almost getting torn in half? This isn’t some game, kid. It’s real life and real life means real danger and real danger means broken bones and dead bodies. When I bring you along to these kinds of things, I bring you because I need you. Just because I’m Iron-man doesn’t mean I can do everything which is something you will never hear me say again.”
Peter bit his lip, shaking his head. Trying to find the words to justify why his mind was not where it was supposed to be. Stuttering and tripping over his words, he bowed his head and mumbled, “I’m sorry, Mr. Stark. I, it’s, I, my-”
“-just stop.” Tony sighed, running a hand over his face, he inhaled deeply. This was a kid sitting in front of him, just a kid. A kid that was fortunate to have these abilities and unfortunate at the same time because he was stuck with them. Looking at Peter, he asked calmly, “Where was your mind at, kid? Why weren’t you focused?”
Peter refused to meet Tony’s gaze, he didn’t want to admit why he had been spacing out. Because, he knew that lives were at stake but the guilt of cancelling his date with [Y/N] for the fourth time in a row was eating away at him. He desperately tried to keep his crime fighting life as Spider-Man and [Y/N] separate. He didn’t want to put that burden on her, constantly being worried whether or not he was going to make it home or not. It wasn’t fair to cause stress when he could just avoid it and keep his Spider-Man life private.
Sipping on his coffee, Tony sternly spoke. “If we’re going to be working together, we’ve got to be honest with one another.”
Again Peter didn’t respond, he just didn’t know how.
“What was so damn important in that brain of yours that made you forget about your life for one split second?”
Peter toyed with his hands, shrugging his shoulders, getting frustrated with himself. “I don’t know, Mr. Stark. I just, I spaced. I know this is important and that I should always stay focused but, I just, I-”
“-Peter, listen to me, and you listen good. I see potential in you, please for the love of god don’t make me regret my decision.”
Peter frowned, looking down in his lap, he toyed with his fingers again. “I’m seeing this girl, [Y/N], Mr. Stark. I have been for awhile now and I kept it a secret because I don’t know, I want to keep my personal life for just me. And I don’t want to drag her into this life because well, she doesn’t need to be apart of it.” Looking up at Tony, Peter sighed. “I’m still a kid and I want to do kid things like go to school, see her in the hall and think to myself, ‘wow, she’s so beautiful,’ and then meet up with her at the lockers and talk about how her day has been going. Go on dates, have awkward moments on those said dates, struggle to find the words to say when I find out that I love her.” Peter ran both hands through his hair, “Tonight was the fourth night in a row that I’ve cancelled on her and I’m just afraid that she’ll leave me and I don’t want that because when I’m with her, I feel good. I feel great, actually. I feel normal, I feel like just a normal kid and it’s an escape from this double life I’m living-which don’t get me wrong, Mr. Stark, this life is nice too because I feel like I’m making a difference in this world but sometimes I just need a getaway and [Y/N] is my getaway. Wait…what are you doing?”
Tony mumbled under his breath, “I may have bit off more than I can chew.” His focus was completely focused on his watch, his fingers were hovering over a holographic keyboard as he toyed with it. In seconds [Y/N] social media profile was hovering in the air, “Is this? This is the girl you’re seeing?” Tony seemed impressed, “She’s cute.” He looked up in time to find Peter’s horrified stare, ignoring it, he skimmed through her pictures and interests. “Very cute, aw, well isn’t this sweet. Is that the Statue of Liberty? It is, isn’t it. Hm, let’s see ‘Peter took me to see Lady Liberty today!’ Oh come on, man. You took her to see the Statue of Liberty for a date?”
Still stunned that Tony had [Y/N]’s social in his hands, he swallowed. “Uh, yeah, she, uh, she’s always wanted to go and I thought, you know, I should, wait why are we talking about this right now?” He wanted to get off the topic of [Y/N]. There was a reason why he kept her from Tony despite knowing that he could easily get onto it.
Waving his hand over the floating images, they vanished. Toying with the keyboard some more, another image popped up over his wrist. Swiping the images, he nodded in approval. “She’s a smart girl. All A’s and lookie here, she’s in three AP classes. How old are you again? How does she have the time for this and you? These are some impressive scores, probably the highest in your grade I take it. Let’s just see, oh look, she does with you being right behind her.” Waving his hand again to make them disappear, Tony leaned forward. “Okay, look, I get why you’re head over heels, puppy dog in love with her. She’s a cute, smart, very smart girl.”
“Did you? Did you just hack into my school’s grading system to look at her grades?”
Waggling his finger, Tony narrowed his eyes. “Ah, no changing the subject and really? You have to ask? I’m Tony Stark, I could get into this rinky dink diner’s security system and shut it down.” Clearing his throat, “Listen to me, kid. Love is unselfishly choosing for another’s highest good. You put your life at risk tonight because you were too busy worrying about her. But you know what, I get that, I get you want to protect her from this double life thing your living. I get it. But what you don’t understand is that keeping her from this, is only making it worse for you and her.”
"I can’t just tell her I’m Spider-Man! She’ll freak out and if she freaks out, I’ll freak out. Her and Aunt May are very similar in their freaking out episodes. I have to keep it a secret.”
“You know, I’ve heard girls date men that resemble and remind them of their fathers but I’ve never heard boys dating girls that remind them of their really attractive aunts.”
Peter narrowed his eyes, “I never said [Y/N] reminds me of Aunt May, I just said they freak out the same. But yes to some degree, I guess you could say they have similar qualities-but that’s besides the point! I am not telling her I’m Spider-Man.”
Tony rolled his eyes, sighing dramatically. “When you have someone that means this much to you, you want to protect them and only them. I’ve been there, kid. You want to make the world a better place for them but the thing is, is when you step foot into that suit. It’s not just about them, it’s about everyone. You have a responsibility to save as many people as you can. And when you’re all in love and what not, you lose sight of that responsibility. Prime example was tonight when we almost died.”
“So I just what? Break up with her and suffer? Because I don’t think I can do that, Mr. Stark. If anything, it’ll make my concentration worse.”
“I’m not saying that. What I am saying is you have a responsibility to save as many lives as you can without losing your own. You’re young, you’ll find other [Y/N]’s, if not better ones.”
Peter squinted his eyes, shaking his head. “No, I won’t. There’s no one like [Y/N]. No one.”
Tony half nodded, understanding the firm point the teenager had. Sighing, he rubbed his forehead, “This job isn’t easy and you’ve got a long way to go before these instincts start to feel like second nature.” Glancing out the window, his eyes caught sight of a familiar face among a crowd of kids about to step foot into the diner. “Word of advice, Parker? You should tell her what you’ve been up to. Because one thing I will say is that despite my distaste for love, that kind of girl is not the kind of girl you let slip away from your fingers over something so irritatingly silly as not telling her who you are and what you do.” Throwing down some money, he stood up and winked at Peter before saying, “Because a few years from now, I may scout her to work for me and that’d be so unbelievably awkward to work with her after you were an idiot in not telling her.”
“Wait, where are you going?”
“Out the door to my lavish expensive penthouse where I can take a wonderful lavender bath.”
Peter spun around, frozen in place to find [Y/N] standing behind him. Struggling to stand up, his knees banged the underside of the table before scrambling out of the booth. [Y/N]?! What, what are you doing here?”
Raising a brow, she eyed Tony suspiciously, “I could ask you the same thing…”
Tony smiled, “You must be [Y/N], Peter has told me so much about you. Sorry about having him cancel on your date but I really needed to finish up some finishing details on his entry for the September Foundation.”
“At a run down diner?” She asked, not really believing in his lie.
“You know what, you, my sweet girl, are a lot smarter than I had been told.” Moving around her, he headed for the door. “Peter will telling you everything you need to know.” Winking before leaving the door, he chuckled to himself as he left Peter looking frantic and nervous.
[Y/N] crossed her arms, “Peter, what is going on? I thought you said Aunt May wouldn’t let you go out tonight. And why the hell was Tony Stark in this diner with you? And, the September Foundation? What is he talking about?”
Sighing, he reached for her hand, “We need to have a long talk about all of those questions but not here.”
Bellamy and Clarke have always been at the center of this show. It has always been the story of — on some level — Clarke and her relationship to Bellamy. And whether they were going to survive or not depended on how well those two human beings worked together — whether romantic or otherwise. (x)
AHH okay could you do an imagine where the reader hasn’t been getting much sleep recently due to nightmares about the whole jason blossom situation and one day she calls her best friend jughead over to study with her but later falls asleep on him only to wake up hours later and find him asleep cuddled up against her and just AGGGh fluff
(I changed it a bit….I hope you don’t mind…sorry that it’s so short, but I made it as fluffy)
You woke with a jolt, sitting straight up in bed. You felt your heart beating fast in your chest and you looked around your room, struggling to calm down. You turned and saw the clock on your nightstand read 3am. You groaned, rubbing the bridge of your nose to relieve the pressure. Ever since the summer, sleep didn’t come easy to you. When you were lucky enough to fall asleep at a reasonable hour, your dreams tormented you with images of a murder. A faceless and deadly, the murder would chase you around your childhood home of Riverdale. Most of the time, you were spared from your nightmares because sleep would evade you.
Tonight was no different; you were brutally awoken due to a nightmare and couldn’t go back to sleep. You reached for your phone on your nightstand, turning it on and squinting at the brightness. You opened your messages and texted the only person you trusted.
You : Jughead? Are you awake? Jughead : Always, what’s up? You : Can you come over, please? Jughead : Be there in ten.
You smiled at your phone screen. Jughead had been your rock for the past few years. Especially now with the the Jason Blossom case up in the air. You helped him out with his novel a lot, which could be attributing to your lack of sleep; but that didn’t matter, because you just wanted to spend time with him. Time spent with Jughead Jones made the world seem a little less crazy.
You crept down stairs to wait for Jughead to arrive and found yourself seated on the couch under a cozy blanket. You didn’t dare turn on any electronics in the fear of waking your family members up, so you sat quietly until you heard a series of three knocks on the door. You carefully unlatched the door and opened it, revealing a very tired looking Jughead. He walked inside, sliding off his shoes as you closed the door. You turned and suppressed a laugh at the sight; Jughead was wearing a grossly oversized sweater and fleece pajama bottoms, complete with brightly striped socks. “I could just leave,” he whispered but your shook your head fiercely. “I can’t sleep, I had another nightmare.” Jughead’s face fell at your words and so did yours. You told him about your nightmares during the first week of school. He offered to stop talking about the murder with you, but you weren’t going to let your fears get in the way of helping him with his novel. One night, while you were studying for a big test, your sleep-deprived self fell asleep leaning against Jughead. Instead of leaving, he stayed with you as you slept, hoping that his presence would keep the nightmares at bay; and it worked. Since then, Jughead offered to come over whenever you couldn’t sleep, but you being you, you never took him up on his offer. Until now of course.
Summary:Based off of this ask. You’re a teacher at Grayson’s daughter’s kindergarten and it’s Mother’s Day. Word Count: 4,463 Warnings: Actual daddy!Gray. Daddy kink (if you squint). A/N: I swear, I received this ask 3 weeks ago and it’s still stuck on my mind. So I hope you like this, leave feedback if you want to!! This turned out to be longer than intended, yikes xx
The first time you saw Grayson Dolan was when his daughter, Penelope fell off a swing during recess and scraped her knee. She’d cried as you stroked her hair, pointing at her bloody knee while telling you of how she’d tried to stand up on the swing, her foot slipping in process which had caused her to fall off. It wasn’t that bad. In fact, it was a small scrape but it still made your heart squeeze in your chest when you looked over her tear-stained face, her hand squeezed into a small fist as she rubbed her eye.
You’d taken her to your own classroom, calling her father in the process. His voice had sounded deep and it kind of shocked you for a moment. It had been two months since the term had started and Penelope had been brought to kindergarten by her Aunt Cameron. You’d been so curious as to why her father was never around, but Penelope had explained how her father was working early hours and he never had time to take her to preschool; which, you never frowned over that because there were plenty of parents who worked their butts off, having a relative or even a nanny drop their children off in your classroom.
Summary: It’s like every single Alpha on the planet won’t rest until they’ve confessed their eternal wish for you to mother their children, and it’s getting old. Luckily, that’s a problem Bucky might be able to fix.
When you were in the army, you decided that you would never, ever chose an Alpha as a mate. You were surrounded by the worst kind day in day out - and, sure, when you moved companies nobody knew you were an omega thanks to the suppressants, but that just meant they felt like they could say all their shitty opinions about omegas in front of you as if you wouldn’t be offended.
In your opinion, 99% of Alphas were pigs and had zero respect for you no matter how successful you were, or how many suppressants you took. The past few weeks, however, have made you seriously reconsider that percentile.
74. “It’s been 10 years how do you still look so good?”
High school reunions are suppose to be an event where kids who were awkward in high school get to show off how successful they are. Stiles had spent most of high school looking forward to the fact that he would eventually be successful and he could rub it in everyone’s face.
He had gone off to school in D.C., gotten recruited by the the FBI and the CIA, and eventually joined up with the CIA. He spent the ages of 22 to 26 working undercover ops overseas.
It wasn’t a job he could brag about though. Most of his work was top secret, need to know only.
His dad thought he was working for a bank that had him stationed in England. It was a great job, he loved it even if he did miss his dad.
When he was 27 he was involved in a hostage situation in Tunisia. When he got out the CIA decided that he could stay stateside for awhile. He was excited until he realized that meant he would be able to go to his high school reunion.
“Come on Stiles, you haven’t been home in years,” Scott said, “Not since my wedding.”
“I know buddy,” Stiles said, running a hand over his face as he tried to think of an excuse, “But we have a huge uh, thing at work. I can’t get out of the office.”
“Stiles come on!” Scott whined, “I heard that Derek Hale will be at the reunion.”
“Hard pass,” Stiles said, looking over his shoulder. It was habit at this point, making sure he had every exit covered.
“Don’t you want to meet your goddaughter,” Scott said, pulling out the big guns to get Stiles back to Beacon Hills.
“Fine,” Stiles said after a moment, “I mean I have to clear it with my boss, but yeah fine.”
He could hear the smile in Scott’s voice, “Awesome! I’ll tell your dad.”
I’m back from Annecy, it was a great week, I met a lot of people and I’ve seen a lot of great movies and short films :) I’m sad it’s already over … Waiting for next year ! I’m on summer break now too, and we’re working really hard with the Terra Fuji Team for Japan expo ;) stay stunned and go take a peek on our tumblr here ;)
Now I’ll post some researchs, backgrounds and gifs of my film I did last month ✨☀️✨it’s a story of a young girl moving to Los angeles and losing sight of her family …
Modern AU with nothing special going on, no aliens, no magic space lions, nada.
Shiro works as a social worker and helps out at a private institution for orphans that aren’t good fits for regular foster homes. Keith is a kid whose parents died when he was young and he was sent to his next of kin. Spoiler: They’re awful. They get a call from a concerned neighbor and it turns out Keith had been severely neglected to the point where he’s mostly nonverbal, and Shiro’s workplace takes custody of him.
Shiro was the first one on the scene and he was the one who coaxed Keith out of the house, he made sure to speak softly and tell him that he was safe and, when he figured out that Keith couldn’t or wouldn’t speak, made sure to ask yes or no questions that he could nod or shake his head to. Because he didn’t even have a change of clothes, Shiro gave Keith his jacket and let him keep it and now Keith just latches onto him instantly.
When the light bulb in
his bathroom went out minutes after he moved into his new apartment, it was just
another inconvenience in the long list of problems that had been accumulating
since Andrew was born. He had never been given a break before and he didn’t
expect to be given one now. If it were anything other than the bathroom, he wouldn’t
bother with it, but there was no window or other light source and he’d had enough
experience using bathrooms in the dark as a teenager to ever want to do it
So he left the boxes, which
had been rooted through for essentials like cigarettes and the coffee machine
and then left haphazardly across the floor, and stuffed his keys and wallet
into his pocket for a trip to the dollar store down the street.
He forwent taking the stairs
in favour of the elevator. His apartment was on the fifth floor of a
seven-storey complex, chosen for a small balcony with a thick cement railing overlooking
a dog park. It was by design, although perhaps not one Bee would approve of;
she had expressed concern over the amount of time he had spent on the roof
during his last years at Palmetto and suggested that he might be fixating. It
didn’t matter that that was his intention, she said, that he was waiting for the
harrowing drop to the ground to hold the same trickle of fear it once did; he
should be working on healthy behaviours now so that when he did start feeling
things again, he would have a routine set up. Bee had always been more
optimistic than Andrew.
When the elevator
doors slid open into the light of the atrium, he barely had time for his eyes
to adjust before a flash of red and the smell of sweat assaulted him. He
reacted with the instincts he’d picked up from seven years of Exy and shoved
his shoulder into whoever it was, pushing back hard enough to send them crashing
to the floor below.