but i'll probably end up doing maybe two and then dropping it forever

high-seas-swan  asked:

Psssst! Can I come bug you with a prompt?! How about CS for #3 :)

you very well know that the answer to that is always yes, Lana. I’m super rusty so forgive me if this is all over the place ahhh

3. “Where did that cat come from?”

edit: now with a second part

In all the years he’s spent knowing Emma Swan, Killian has become accustomed to her habits and her routines, has adapted a sort of sixth sense when it comes to reading her and predicting what she’s going to say a millisecond before she says it.

Still, there are moments that she surprises him.

Moments like when they’d spent far too long untangling and putting up Christmas lights in her apartment, a little tipsy on rum, and she’d told him, for the first time, that she was glad that he was in her life.

Moments like when she’d grabbed him by the lapels of his leather jacket and kissed the living sense out of him after she’d showed up at his apartment in the middle of the night.

Moments like when he asked her not to run, and she didn’t.

Moments like– well, like finding her huddled on their couch with a black kitten in her lap, its body curled into a ball and purring a soft rhythm. He’s frozen in place suddenly, the gentleness of the whole picture making his chest feel warm.

“Oh, hey,” Emma says, a little startled, obviously not having heard him come in. Her eyes dart to the takeout bag in his hands. “You brought dinner.”

“I did,” he nods. He turns to the kitchen island and drops down the bags, unable to tear his eyes away from Emma and the small smile on her face as she scratches behind the kitten’s ears. He tries to recall if when he’d left for work this morning, whether or not there was a kitten mulling about. He’s getting old, but not old enough to forget something like that. “Where did that cat come from?”

“I found him on my way back from work, and he looked hungry.” She shrugs, and Killian feels the smile tug on the corner of his mouth. Her compassion is one thing she cannot hide from him, no matter how hard she tries.

“And since when have you been partial to felines?” he teases, sliding down next to her. He curls his fingers into the kitten’s soft fur and hears him purr louder.

“I like cats.” Killian hums disbelievingly. “I do.”

There’s a stripe of white that runs down from the kitten’s nose to the base of his stomach, and Killian grins as Emma traces it from where it begins to the tip of his chin. She does it absently, like she’s already done it a hundred times.

“You know, Liam and I had a black cat much like this one when I was younger,” he muses. It’s one of the fonder memories of his childhood, one that reminds him of the calm in between the harshness of the life he and Liam shared growing up. “His name was Jolly,” he chuckles, more to himself than anything.

The nod Emma gives him is faint. When he looks up at her, she’s got a twist to her lips he can’t quite place. “Liam might have mentioned it to me a few weeks ago,” she mutters out quickly.

It takes Killian a second, his hand hovering to a halt over the kitten’s small paw when he registers her words. He furrows his brows in confusion, but Emma must take it as disapproval because she rushes to explain herself. “I know, I probably should have asked. But, Liam said you loved your cat growing up and that he’d never seen you so happy than when you were playing with him, and I thought, you know, you should have something in your life that makes you that happy. And that, okay, maybe you don’t want a cat, because you would have gotten one yourself if you did, but–”

He stops her rambling by surging forward and pressing his lips to hers. She melts into it immediately, and he feels a swell of adoration for her that’s larger than anything he’s ever felt before.

“You got a cat for me?”

Emma gives him a nonchalant shrug of her right shoulder. “Well, he’s kind of ours, but, yeah.”

“Thank you,” he tells her seriously, so she knows how much it means to him. He kisses her once more, chastely. Against her lips, he murmurs, “But please remember, love, I do have something in my life that makes me that happy. I have you.”

She grins, and then tampers it down a few notches before saying, “Could you not one up me when I’m trying to show you how much you mean to me?”

Killian huffs out a laugh. “I will attempt to keep my displays of adoration for you to a minimum, how about that?” She hums, and he wraps an arm around her and resumes his sifting his fingers through the kitten’s fur. “Swan, honestly, you told me once you’d never have a pet because they were too much effort.”

“Look, buddy, we have the cat, we’re keeping him.” Her tone leaves no room for argument. “Besides,” she adds softly prodding the kitten enough that his eyes flutter open in response, “you two have matching eyes. And I already have to deal with you, what’s one more blue eyed guy that steals my bed space?”

Killian releases an affronted noise from the back of his throat. “Well, in that case,” he announces, “I demand that I, too, receive regular cuddling.” He releases her and stretches himself out on the couch, his head in her lap, right next to the kitten who has resumed his nap.

Emma laughs loudly, but buries her other hand in his hair, and caresses him until his eyes drift shut in contented sleep.

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Singleness of Heart- 1/?

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[Ao3]

Okay! Here’s the first chapter of that Gravity Falls Transcendence AU fic I’ve been working on! It focuses on the time period right after the Transcendence, and on the twin’s relationship with their parents.

The second chapter is written, but not edited, and won’t be posted until the third chapter is about that far along, which should still be soon :) It’s looking like this’ll be about 3 or 4 chapters, though that statement sorta has the ring of famous last words, so no guarantees :P

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(Oh, and don’t worry about that intro bible quote- this isn’t going to be a fic about children learning to obey their parents- quite the opposite, mostly. I was just looking up quotes for the title, and the context was so relevant I couldn’t help but throw it in.)

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One day I’ll figure out how this tagging thing works, one day but apparently not today.

So, I was thinking about merpeople and what animals would werewolves turn into. First I thought sharks, but I ditched that idea. Do you know that photoset of the leopard seal trying to feed the photographer? So, Derek grew up as a leopard seal (they look like regular merpeople but can turn entirely into leopard seals instead of just having the tail), he learned to hide and his family was really adamant about to never ever EVER reveal yourself to a merperson. “They are scared of our strength” his mother used to say.

One day Derek is swimming around, minding his own business, maybe munching on some penguins, and he finds a trapped merman(Stiles). His tail is injured and he is kinda stuck where he is, maybe in some sort of trench or something, and Derek feels sorry for him because he’ll probably starve before his tail is healed enough. And since the merman doesn’t seem to have any weapon with him, Derek dives into the trench to see if he can get him out, but Stiles is wiggly, okay? And he does not plan on ending as leopard seal dinner. So he moves a lot and Derek has to let him go if he doesn’t want to hurt him, which seems very easy to do because this merperson is rather thin and bony. So Derek abandons that plan, apparently this merman likes it in this trench, maybe he wants to set up his nest here? Then Derek decides to at least get him some food, so he doesn’t starve before his tail is healed.

He swims away and Stiles is confused BIG time. Like, that leopard seal did not eat him? What? And it was really gentle despite trying to uproot him? His dad can never know about this or he’s going to ground him for forever! If, of course, anyone finds him before he dies of hunger, that is. Stiles’ heart jumps a little when the leopard seal comes back, bee-lining it towards him. Okay, apparently he’s still gonna get eaten, goodbye world and thanks for all the fish and stuff.

But then the leopard seal stops, drops a penguin in his lap and Stiles is confused again and the penguin uses the confusion to hightail it out of there. But the leopard seal is fast and catches it again before it gets too far and brings it back to Stiles, who still doesn’t know what to do with the bird. After a few repeats he gathers he’s supposed to eat it, but merpeople diet is made up of fish and algae not penguins. And Stiles doesn’t think the leopard seal will understand him but he explains it anyway and oh boy, apparently these beasts are more intelligent than anyone gives them credit for, because the leopard seal takes off and comes back with some really delicious tuna.

Fast forward, Stiles’ tail heals, he says good bye to the leopard seal and swims home, abandoning the makeshift nest he created with the leopard seal’s help. Where he keeps thinking about the leopard seal who looked rather sad about his departure. He berates himself for a bit before swimming out again to the trench. Where the nest is suspiciously intact, the currents should have at least partially dissolved that by now. And then he gets ambushed by an overly cuddly leopard seal.

Okay, listen, IF this leads to biweekly hunting dates, that’s his business. Okay? Same thing if his success rate goes up, too. It’s no secret that two hunters are better than one, just look at Scott and Allison/Isaac/Kira, okay? No big deal.

(Derek really likes hunting with Stiles, it’s uncomplicated and fun. Hunting with his sisters always turns into a competition and he is so not the competitive type. Also he has discovered Stiles is awesome at scratching the hard to reach places and cuddling.)

(He hasn’t told his family about Stiles. They would just worry and probably try to scare him off. He doesn’t want Stiles to be scared of him.)

And if he somehow watches the leopard seal turn into an incredibly hot merman that’s also no one’s business but his own. As is his subsequent sexuality crisis, OKAY??? Have you seen that guy’s tail muscles??? Come on!

There might be some freaking out on both sides (there should probably be some angst here or something but I am incapable of angst so you just have to think that up on your own) which gets cleared up when Stiles notices Derek is more freaked out than he is. And there is fluff and cuddles and *whispers* kisses *scandalized gasp* and everyone’s happy and smiling and stuff.

And if they end up opening an underwater orphanage for abandoned or orphaned baby leopard seals that’s also no one else’s business. Shut up. His dad is okay with this, he even comes over to play with the pups. As does Kira.

Vortex Club Energy

Fandom: Life is Strange
Pairing: Grahamfield (Max Caulfield/Warren Graham)
Rating: Uh… T? M? It doesn’t go all the way, but there’s a sexually charged situation I guess you could call it? I’m embarrassed, don’t look at me. It might be worth mentioning that no clothing is removed.
Warnings: I’m such trash I only remembered this while making this post but Warren is under-age for the US… whoops… if that upsets you, turn back now. Also, I might have implied that alcohol is involved but that’s up to interpretation.
Words: 1,150

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anonymous asked:

I'm SO happy you want to write drabbles, because I'm dying for another Marcel/Harry&Louis-story (because I know you also love Marcel). I'll give you some numbers, but you could write literally anything with Marcel and I would love it! Here it goes: 2, 3, 5, 7, 9, 12, 23, 29, 33, 35, 39, 50. THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU <3

Okay I decided to do #4 for this, since you listed 50, which was author’s choice.  Sorry for being selfish, I hope it turned out okay! MARCEL FOREVER!!

4. “Do you…well, I mean — I could give you a massage?”

This was the third consecutive night that Louis and Marcel had stayed late at work together.  Louis was used to staying until 5:30 or 6:00 every once in a while, but with their software conversion project going live at the end of the week, they’d been stuck in Marcel’s stuffy office until 7:00 or 8:00 at night lately, powering through dinner as they worked out bugs and ironed out last minute details.  It looked like tonight they’d be staying even later than ever.    

Louis sighed.  He’d run out to get sandwiches for dinner, and he felt a pinch of concern as he stood in the doorway, watching Marcel work.  Marcel was hunched over his computer with a deeply furrowed brow, his heavily gelled hair breaking free of its forced taming and falling into his face.  Every few minutes he’d rub at his back and neck, wincing, but getting right back to typing and scrolling.    

He needs to fix that chair. Louis thought, shaking his head in frustration.  He knows he needs better lumbar support.  

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doctor!derek thing (part one)

i.

It was supposed to be really, really good. Ridiculous amounts of good. So good that Jackson would have bitched about it, because he hadn’t dared to do it himself.  Scott would have whooped and fistbumped him, and both he and Stiles would have screamed, “In your face!” at Jackson. Isaac would have just be glad his car hadn’t been damaged.  Stiles would have bragged about that vine video that had a shitload of likes. It was supposed to be superb.

Stiles groans in pain wiping his fingers through the blood on his forehead. There’s a sharp ache cursing through his body like he hadn’t just hit his head but got a full frontal from a truck too. There are black and white blotches dancing in his vision and he’s pretty sure Scott’s speaking a language that is a weird mix of English, Russian and Afrikaans. He isn’t sure. He can’t place the accent.

“Stiles, dude, you still in there?” Scott asks. His face is hovering sideways upside down above Stiles’, and he looks panicked. He’s cradling Stiles’ head in his lap, looks up to snap at Isaac to go faster. Stiles vaguely registers Isaac bitching about red traffic lights and speed limits.

“‘m peachy,” Stiles manages, holds his hand up and stares at his bloodied fingers. There’s a weird sensation bubbling inside him, adrenaline, he tells himself. Stiles reaches up and smears a red dot on the tip of Scott’s nose, laughing. “You’re Rudolph, the red-nosed reindeer.”

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ardentaislinn  asked:

I'll prompt you! person A sending postcards to the wrong address, person B sends them back (with increasingly snarky/flirtatious notes) AU (I think that's a great one for Fitzsimmons)

Finally done–the ending was giving me all kinds of trouble! Hope you like it! :D

Jemma Simmons was irritated, vexed, and extremely close to writing a strongly worded (but still polite) letter to the American postal service. They’d returned three letters to her in the past week alone, first claiming that the zip code was incorrect, then that the postage stamp had been slightly too large for its designated box, and finally just scrawled return to sender across the envelope. She’d double and triple checked the address, paid the correct postage down to the half-cent, and still…nothing. The letters had been her last resort really—she’d texted, called, emailed, contemplated sending a messenger pigeon…And still nothing from her dumb as a rock ex-boyfriend and no sign of the important prototype she’d let him borrow for a week or two.  (In her defense, she’d been looking at his biceps when he first asked her out.)

She flipped the letter over, scowling at the postmark, and paused.  There was a note on the back of the envelope, in bold, messy handwriting. Reeve no longer lives here, it read. For f**k’s sake, stop sending letters. I’m pretty sure that you’re not getting back together.  Well. That was just inaccurate.  Boyfriends were easy to find, her prototype significantly less so. (And if she had wanted to get back together with Reeve, she could have had him wrapped around her little finger in days.) Jemma grabbed an envelope and then a bigger one. The first one had her letter to Reeve, politely requesting that he return her prototype and the second one was addressed to the…grumpy recipient.  Could she technically call him that? (He could just as well be a she, of course, but the jam and toast stains, as well as one that rather resembled shaving cream, seemed to suggest otherwise.) Well, if he was going to be that rude, she could call him whatever she liked, she thought indignantly. To the grump in apartment three, she wrote. For your information, I have no interest in..

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Preference #26; "They're just girls, breaking hearts.."
  • based off the song by the 1975. i like song preferences, get over it.
  • Michael: "I said, "No! Oh give it a rest, I could persuade you. I'm not your typical, stoned 18 year old, give me a night I'll make you." You had seen him around before, his bright colored locks roaming the Uni halls, but you'd never once talked to him. That's why you were so confused when the purple headed boy approached you in the lounge. You were sitting there, curled up on one of the couches in front of the fire, scrolling through endless dash when a soft "Hi" was heard. You looked up, seeing him, a bright smile across your face. "I'm Michael." You rolled your eyes, "(Y/N)," you simply state, looking back down at the screen. "Nice to meet you," he continues standing there, just watching. "Can I help you?" you finally ask, shutting the computer closed. With all attention on him, Michael turns a light shade of red, "Oh well... I was wondering if you would like to go on a date with me?" You just looked at him for a minute, slowly shaking your head, "I don't date stoners." "Oh well thats great because I've only smoked twice, everyone just thinks I do," he chirped, the smile still on his lips, "Please (Y/N), one date. And if you don't like it, I'll leave you alone forever." You sigh, watching his green puppy dog eyes, "Alright." "Yes!" he shouts, doing a quick victory dance, forgetting where he was in excitement.
  • Luke: "They're just girls breaking hearts. Eyes bright, uptight, just girls. But she can't be what you need if she's 17. They're just girls." "They're all so stuck up," Luke rolled his eyes, sitting in the chair next to yours. You were both best friends, in your last year of high school together. He had been unsuccessful with the girls this year, and today he was being especially whiny about it. "They're girls Lucas, what do you expect," you mumble, shutting your laptop and grabbing a bag of chips from the table in front of you. "You're just too punk rock for them all," you joke, laughing quietly. "They can't handle the skinny jeans!" he jokes back, grinning like mad. You laugh again, carefully placing a chip in your mouth, "Why do you even care about going to prom? I'm not." "I thought you were going with James?" Luke asks, turning to look at you. Shit. James was someone you had made up to make Luke jealous, you had completely forgotten about the ''college boy" until now. "He got a girlfriend," you quickly cover up, "So I'm old news." "What a douche," Luke comments, bringing his lip ring between his teeth. You simply nod, eating your chips in silence. Luke finally breaks it, "Go to prom with me then?" You almost drop the bag of chips on your lap, you're so astonished by the question. "I.. Uh.." you stutter out, searching for words in your brain, "Yes."
  • Calum: "One moment I was tearing off your blouse,Now you're living in my house. What happened to just messing around?" Friend with benefits. That's what you and Calum had agreed to months ago. But now, it didn't seem like that as you carried boxes of your things into Calum's apartment. "That's the last of it," the boy says, placing a box down behind you. You nod, sitting cross legged in the floor. Your stuff was scattered everywhere, trying to find things you needed. You hadn't labled the boxes, though you probably should've. There were things hidden that Calum didn't need to see. Calum sat beside you, ripping open a box. He smirks, holding up a piece of lacy lingerie, "Do I get to see this on you then?" Like that. You roll your eyes, turning a very dark shade of red. You didn't know why you were embarrassed about it, it wasn't like Calum hadn't seen you naked before. His smirk grew as he leaned over, pressing a kiss to your lips, hard and full of passion. You two battle for dominance until he wins. You finally end up breaking the kiss, standing up from the floor. "Where are you going?" Calum asks, his eyes trailing over you as you move. You wave the lingerie in the air as you walk, "To put this baby on," you look over your shoulder, winking at him. You just happened to catch the blush across Calum's cheeks.
  • Ashton: "You just sit and get stoned with 30 year olds and you think you've made it. "Well, shouldn't you be fucking with somebody your age instead of making changes?" Wrestle to the ground, God help me now because.." "This is making it?" You ask Ashton, as he and the members of All Time Low sat in the floor, passing around a joint. Zach laughs, "Ooohhhh." Ashton rolls his eyes, looking up at you. "Shouldn't you be fucking someone your age?" Ashton and you had been fuck buddies for a while. Whenever you wanted or needed it, he was more than willing to give it. Neither of you had told anyone, well until now. All four of the other men in the room break out in a chorus of "Ooohhs" this time. "Maybe I will then," you state, turning to leave the apartment. When your at the door, hands touch your hips. Ashton turns you to face him, "I'm sorry baby, I didn't mean that. Please don't leave me." You bite you lip on a smile, "Wasn't planning on it." Ashton rolls his eyes, but grins. He knew how you teased him. He pushed you closer to the door, arms on wither side of you, "Good, because I'm going to fu-" before he can finish his sentence, Jack walks around the corner, ruining it all. ''Oh wow, hey sorry. You can like bang her or whatever, I'll be on my way," he turns back around to leave the room, making you and Ashton break out into a fit of giggles. You pull him a little closer, "Now what was that, Mr. Irwin?" you ask, innocently batting your eyelashes.