prompt for anon

anonymous asked:

"Soulmates who can feel each other's (read: emotional) pain" for nurseydex? If you could make it more nursey-centric that'd be great, but if u don't that's still fine 👍

Thanks for the prompts! Hope you like

Dex was in the kitchen when it felt like the floor fell out from under him.

The bowl of batter in his hands clattered to the counter. “Holy – holy fuck,” he gasped. Everything in him ached. There was a pressure in his head. His chest felt like it was about to cave in. He closed his eyes, overwhelmed, and gripped the edge of the counter to keep from falling to the floor. He had no idea what had caused this pain, when moments before he’d been perfectly content. He hung his head and scrunched his face and now, along with the hurt, he was angry, angry that something, someone, had made Nursey feel this way. He had nowhere to direct the anger. It hurt so much. It ripped out of him in a wordless yell as he slammed a fist to the surface in front of him.

“S- sorry, Tango,” he gritted out, eyes still screwed shut.

Tango stood next to him. He held his hands in front of him, like he wanted to touch Dex but was afraid. He looked worried. “What’s wrong? Do you know what’s wrong?”

Dex picked his head up and turned to Tango. “No.” He wiped at his cheeks. They were wet. He didn’t know when he’d started crying. “But I’ll find out.”

Dex really was sorry. He hadn’t meant to scare Tango. It was just – the pain was so much, too much for him to hide. He climbed the stairs to the attic, trying to muffle his sobs.

The attic door was closed. Dex knocked lightly. This pain was not his. Just because he felt it didn’t mean he could intrude where he wasn’t wanted.

He heard a muffled “come in,” and pushed the door open slowly. Nursey was on the bottom bunk, wrapped in blankets and curled on his side, facing the wall.

Dex projected his hurt outward. His breath rasped through him, and tears gushed down his face, and each exhale was a soft moan. Nursey’s pain was directed inward. He was still and silent, his breathing calm. Dex would have thought he was asleep.

Dex walked across the room, taking his shoes off as he went. He pulled back the covers and pressed himself to Nursey’s back. He clutched at his middle and shoved his face into his shoulder blade. He pressed his cries into the soft fabric of Nursey’s hoodie.

A few minutes passed, then Nursey turned over and nuzzled his face into Dex’s neck. The pain ebbed slightly. Tears continued to stream from Dex’s eyes, but he was silent. “What – what’s wrong? What happened?” he stuttered between uneven breaths. He stroked a hand through Nursey’s hair.

Nursey heaved a sigh. His breath tickled over Dex’s collar bone. “I’m gonna sound like an asshole.”

Another wave of pain. “Never,” Dex sobbed.

“And I’m even more of an asshole, because you have to deal with it too. This is shitty. You shouldn’t have to feel like shit just because I do.”

Nursey felt things strongly. That was something Dex loved about him.

He pushed at Nursey’s shoulders so he could look him in the eye. Dex could see the sadness there. “Nurse. There is no wrong reason to feel like this.” He wiped a palm over his eyes, the better to see his boyfriend, his soulmate. “This isn’t some, some inconvenience. You matter, and what you feel matters. And I want to do whatever I can to help.”

Nursey bit his lip, and his eyes turned glassy. “You were in the library today?”

“Of course.” Nursey knew he’d been in the library. They’d been studying together when Chowder had rushed up, bursting with excitement. He’d hauled Dex up out of his chair, jumping as he shouted about how he’d gotten into grad school, he’d applied to Berkeley, and they’d accepted him, and he was going to grad school. Dex was grinning, his smile splitting his face, when Chowder turned and did the same to Nursey. They all jumped and hugged and shouted until a librarian asked them to leave.

“Chowder – of course I’m happy for Chowder.” Nursey paused, struggling to figure out what he wanted to say. He took a deep breath, let it out. “I just – it’s scary. Everyone’s leaving. Jack, Shitty, Lardo, Rans and Holster, Bitty – they’re all gone. And now we’re gonna graduate. Chowder’s leaving. It might take you longer, but you’re gonna leave, too. And you’ll all forget about me.” He choked the last part out, his voice breaking. He ducked his head back into Dex’s neck. His neck felt wet, because now Nursey had started to cry.

They held each other as sadness ripped through them both. The sun went down, and the room was thrown into darkness. Eventually the sadness ran its course and left in its wake numbness and silence.

“I won’t leave,” Dex whispered.

“I know,” Nursey mumbled into Dex’s skin.

“Not just because we’re dating. Chowder won’t leave, and no one will forget you. We mean too much to each other.” He paused. He thought. “You mean too much to us,” Dex amended.

“I know.”

“Do you?”

“Yeah,” Nursey sighed. “Sometimes I just forget.”

“That’s alright.” Dex kissed Nursey’s forehead. “I’ll remind you.”  

anonymous asked:

Could you write something about Ezekiel struggling to figure out what to get Jake for their anniversary? Maybe recruiting Eve or Flynn for advice?

Sorry for the delay, anon! So I decided since you didn’t specify what kind of anniversary, I thought I’d have fun with this prompt and do something I haven’t read before;) Also, this story wrote itself. Warning: a ton of fluff ahead!

Ezekiel paced while his mind ran a million miles an hour. He wasn’t sure if the others noticed or not, but it was their anniversary. Not just any anniversary, but THE anniversary; the most important anniversary. It was the day they all met. Or more specifically, the day that Ezekiel Jones met Jacob Stone. Ezekiel got gifts for the others, things he knew they liked, but he hit a brick wall when it came to the mysterious cowboy. He had to find the perfect gift, one that was special and memorable, and he was lost.
“Are you okay?” Ezekiel jumped, turning to face the guardian that appeared behind him.
“Yes!” The response was in a much higher pitch than he wanted.
“Really? Because it kind of looks like you are nervous.”
“Me? Nervous? Ha!”
Eve gave him a look. “Is this about the anniversary?”
“What? No!” Eve gave him a few seconds. “Okay, maybe it is.”
“Uh huh. It’s Stone, isn’t it?” She smirked.
Ezekiel slumped his shoulders. “What do you give a guy that has everything he wants right here?” The thief motioned around the Library.
Eve gave him a soft smile. “You give him a memory.”
Ezekiel froze, and he blinked before grinning wide. “Of course! Thanks Eve!” He turned and ran out of the Annex.
“Boys.” Eve shook her head. She turned at the sound of voices coming from the hallway. Flynn and Stone turned the corner, deep in conversation, which the later ended as they entered the room. Jacob blushed and thanked Flynn before leaving the room.
Flynn watched the man go with a puzzled expression, but shook it off and turned to Eve with a bright smile.
“Let me guess, he asked about Ezekiel?” Eve questioned.
Flynn nodded. “Yes. Something about an anniversary?” He left the sentence hanging for her to explain.
“The first day they met.” Eve supplied with a genuine smile.
“Ah.” Flynn nodded in understanding. “Well we have our own plans tonight.” He grinned at her.
Eve rolled her eyes and led him out of the Annex.
Jacob walked into the room to see them leave. He smiled fondly at their retreating backs.
Ezekiel rushed his way in the Annex, nearly running into Jacob from behind. His arms were full of blankets.
Jacob started and turned around.
“What are you doing?”
Ezekiel peaked his head from around the mound of cloth. He looked a little sheepish, but mixed with his sly grin it was hard to tell.
“Nothing. But if I were doing something I would tell you not to have plans for tonight.”
Jacob blinked as Ezekiel moved past him. He recovered fast enough to respond before Ezekiel left the room.
“And if I were to tell you not to worry about dinner?” He called back, reveling in making the young man stumble a bit as he processed the words.
“Then I’d hypothetically say it’s a date.” Jacob smiled at the response.
A few hours passed in the Annex, everyone gone except two of the six occupants.
Ezekiel stood in front of the back door, waiting for Jacob, and apparently, supper.
Jacob walked around the corner, a broad smile on his face as he held-wait-was that a pizza box?
Ezekiel felt his jaw drop.
Jacob’s smile morphed into a smirk. “I got your favorite. Is it too cheesy?”
Ezekiel snapped out of his shock with a noise that sounded like a mixture between a snort and a groan.
Jacob laughed.
“Come on, pun master. There’s something I want to show you.” Ezekiel opened the doors to reveal a dark grassy area, cold air seeping in, and motioned for him to go on.
Jacob followed the thief’s instructions, his eyes lifting to see stars shining above him. Then he noticed the rest of the area.
It was the where they found the crown of King Arthur.
Ezekiel spoke from beside him as a blanket was wrapped around his shoulders.
“Pretty great, right?” Ezekiel motioned over to a pallet on the ground; layers of blankets that would keep them warm as they stared at the stars.
Jacob exhaled slowly and a soft smile came to his face.
“Yeah it is.”

anonymous asked:

Capricia? ✎ Love Letter - Dish a portion of a love letter your muse would write.


You’re an insufferable, obnoxious dolyak with an ego so large that I’m continually amazed you can fit through even those ridiculously oversized doors in Hawkesbury. 

And if you flirt with the florist again, I’m decapitating that little slut. 


anonymous asked:

Sam and Shiro, homesick?

“We’ll get back there someday, Takashi,” Sam says, quietly. stars through the observatory window are entirely different from any constellation Shiro recognizes; little out here in the dead of night speaks of home. “We’ve gone through too much not to.”

(Send me a prompt and I’ll write a three-sentence ficlet!)

Stuck (Faraday)

Requested by anon

Prompts: “I love you, you know that right?” + “I’m coming to get you, stay there.” + “Are you seriously stuck right now?” “Don’t just stand there! Help me!” 

    “You’ll fit through the window easier than the rest of us,” Vasquez said, and you frowned.

    “Yeah, but Billy or Goody could probably fit almost as easily, and neither of them is gonna be stuck sleeping in the same room as him afterward,” you protested.

    “But he’s more likely to listen to you, if you end up in a confrontation,” Sam said.

    “Even you?” you said, betrayed. “I thought you were staying out of this.”

    He shrugged. “It’s a worthy cause.”

    “Yeah, you’re right,” you grudgingly admitted. You had come across a small town in which no kind of liquor was sold or drunk, and the seven of you had decided to take the opportunity to try to dry Faraday out. You all knew, however, that the chances of him not having some kind of alcohol stowed away in the room he, you, Vasquez, and Red Harvest were sharing in the boarding house, were very small, hence why you were to sneak in and search for it. “Remind me why I can’t just take it away while he’s sleeping?” you asked.

    “He’s a light sleeper,” Sam said. “He’d wake up.”

    “All right.” You pushed back your chair from the table and stood.

    “Good luck!” Vasquez said and you nodded.

    “Thanks, Vas.”

    With that you walked out of the saloon, taking a back route to the boarding house since you knew Faraday, Goody, Billy, Jack, and Red Harvest were sitting on the front porch, and you didn’t want to be spotted by them, even though they were all aware of the plan except for Faraday. You’d intentionally gotten a ground-floor room for this purpose, and you pushed up the pane of the unlatched window, pushing your head and shoulders through, and sticking out your arms to either side to anchor yourself as you tried to lever your bottom half inside, dearly hoping there was no one in the street behind you as your skirt seemed to be flapping uselessly in the wind and goodness knew what it was still managing to cover.

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I remember how
I used to stare 
at you
while you would
peacefully rest
on the left side 
of our little bed.
I used to trace 
your figure
with my finger
until your
rhythmic breathing
would sing me
a lullaby and
put me to sleep.

But tonight,
it’s just me on 
this little bed 
and there’s no one
to fill the silence
with a mellifluous

there’s no one
to peacefully
stare at, and 
I have been
fidgeting and
changing sides.

the dark seems darker
and the stars aren’t
shining that bright.
Even the moon
seems dull today
and can’t help
with my fright.

I’m on my own
and there’s no one
at my side
to help me put
my mind at rest
and face this
restless night.

—  Tonight, Shikha Singh

Your otp are both secret agents. What a calamity. 

  • Who whispers the Mission Impossible theme tune on an actual mission, who shoots them a look of upmost disbelief. 
  • Who is the new recruit who always manages to do something wrong, who rolls their eyes but helps them in secret, never taking any of the credit.
  • When your otp have children, who tells them stories of all the missions they went on, who interrupts with “then I swooped in and saved the day!”. Bonus: “thats not what happened, don’t listen to them” “ummm yes it–” “you were unconscious literally the whole time.” “…you make a good point”
  • When your otp, who aren’t together, end up trapped in a very small space together (air vent etc) who suggestively wiggles their eyebrows, who repeatedly bashes their head against the wall and cant believe their bad luck. 
  • Who’s the brains, who’s the muscle. OT3 bonus: “Wait what does that make me?” “you’re… well, you’re you.”
  • Who makes funny faces behind their boss when their next mission is being explained, who is trying really damn hard not to laugh.
  • Who takes their job very seriously and seldom shows any emotion let alone smiles, who’s the joker and makes it their mission to entertain them. 

Requested by: anon. 

anonymous asked:

Could you please write a story thing about Remus getting asked out by someone other than Sirius and Sirius doesn't hear Remus say 'no' so he gets upset? (LOTS of Wolfstar please.) Thank you!

Yess! I love this so so much!

- Sirius couldn’t stop smiling all week.

- Lately, he and Remus had started to get much closer. 

- They would sit close together on the couch in the commons

- They would casually throw their arms around each other

- They’d share secret looks with each other from across the room

- They’d touch each other innocently in between and during classes

- They’d kiss each others cheeks in greeting

- They shared a bed once or twice

- And Remus even trusted him and felt comfortable enough to wear only a t-shirt and boxers to bed with no binder when they did share!

- It was only a matter of time before they were officially boyfriend’s and Sirius would get to call him his Moony out loud (instead of just in his head and to Prongs in secret).

- It was dinner time on a Wednesday

- Sirius had a skip in his step all the way down to the Great Hall because he knew that once he was there, he’d see his lovely Moony.

- He pushed open the giant doors and made his way down to his usual seat

- However, when he got there, some Ravenclaw was sat there, fawning all over his Remus

- And Remus was blushing!

- He was smiling bashfully, tucking a curl of hair behind his ear, hanging on to ever word this prick - (most likely, though to be fair, Sirius didn’t know who he even was) - had to say.

- He only ever did that when he felt some form of affection for the person who was flirting with him.

- Sirius should know; Remus only ever did that for him!

- Sirius was positively vibrating when he reached them. 

- He turned to glare at Prongs and Wormtail sat on the other side of the bench

- James was set with a permanent scowl aimed at the Ravenclaw

- He wanted Sirius and Remus to get together almost as much as Sirius did!

- (But not quite as much)

- He was a hopeless Romantic and wanted nothing more than his best mates to be happy together

- Peter was staring with a very perplexed look at Remus and the Ravenclaw

- He then turned to look at Sirius, back at the Ravenclaw, then to Remus, then to James to ask him what the heck was even going on.

- “I thought Remus and Sirius were together?” He whispered under his breath to James who shook his head lightly, still staring a hole into the side of the Ravenclaw’s head

- “Not yet.” He mumbled back.

- Sirius stood near the two clearly flirting when Remus looked up at him with a bright smile saved only for Sirius.

- “Pads! There you are!” He grinned and scooted down the table, making space between him and the Ravenclaw and patted the bench.

- The Ravenclaw looked a little put out which only made Sirius revel in Remus’ attention.

- He went to sit in-between the two of them when the Ravenclaw quickly scooted up close to Remus, forcing Sirius to sit on his other side between him and Marlene.

- Sirius scowled and sat with a huff.

- Marlene, who was watching the exchange with an annoyed look herself, patted his shoulder sympathetically 

- “So, Remus,” the Ravenclaw purred, turning his back to Sirius to block him out of the conversation.

- Sirius was glaring at them, catching Remus’ eye over the Ravenclaw’s shoulder every now and then.

- Remus smiled sweetly at him making Sirius’ breath catch in his throat.

- Maybe Remus only has eyes for me?

- He smiled back with a wink, making Remus blush prettily.

- “What do you say about going Hogsmeade with me this Saturday?” The Ravenclaw asked, stroking his hand up and down Remus’ toned arm.

- Remus’ smile fell off his face as his eyes snapped back from Sirius to the Ravenclaw and back, his mouth hanging open slightly.

- “I mean as a date, by the way. Just so we’re clear. I really like you Remus.” He smiled charmingly.

- “O-oh.” He stuttered.

- Sirius was staring at Remus with sadness and a little anger in his eyes.

- He was gripping his knife and fork tightly, despite the fact he had no food on his plate.

- “I’m … I’m flattered, Chris …” Remus turned to face the table where his dinner sat neglected.

- Sirius dropped his cutlery and stood up abruptly.

- The Ravenclaw turned to give him a funny look for disturbing them.

- “Sirius?” Remus pleaded, but Sirius had already started walking back down toward the doors and out of the Great Hall.

- So much for his good mood.

- So much for nearly becoming Remus’ boyfriend.

- So much for Moony becoming his.

- Sirius was out the front doors of the castle and halfway to the Black Lake before Remus caught up with him.

- “S-Sirius! W-Wait!” He called out, sprinting as fast as he could.

- Sirius stopped and turned him.

- A few tears escaped and fallen down his cheeks as he was running which he quickly wiped away before Remus saw.

- Remus caught up and doubled over, taking deep breaths.

- “Why-Why’d you … you run off?” He panted, resting his hands on his knees.

- Sirius scoffed and folded his arms.

- “I didn’t want to sit and witness the atrocity of that dick asking you out.”

- What he meant was I didn’t want to hear you say yes.

- Remus shook his head with a small smile.

- “My, it sound’s like someone is a little jealous,” he teased, gently poking Sirius’ side.

- He flinched away.

- “So what if I am?” He growled and turned away with a pout.

- Remus’ playful smile fell from his face and was replaced by bewilderment.

- “Pads?” He whispered, taking ahold of Sirius’ shoulder and turning him back to face him.

- Sirius looked small and timid when he turned back, making Remus melt.

- “A-Are you? Are you jealous?” He asked.

- Sirius bit his lip and looked down at his shoes with a little shrug.

- “But … why?” Remus furrowed his eyebrows with confusion.

- “Why am I jealous? Really Remus?” Sirius mocked.

- Remus titled his head in a very Padfoot-like manner.

- “I-I thought … something was happening between us.” His voice broke as his feelings poured out.

- “We’ve been getting closer lately, my stomach flips everytime we’re together, and you have that secret smile saved only for me, and you brighten my day, and I think I love you, and you always play with my hair and you-”

- “You love me?” Remus repeated, breaking Sirius off midflow.

- Sirius gaped with wide eyes.

- He didn’t realise he let that slip

- He bit his lip and nodded quickly.

- The smile that adorned Remus’ face after he confirmed it made Sirius knees buckle

- He wrapped one arm around Sirius waist, and held his cheek tenderly with his other hand.

- Sirius sighed with content as he rested his hands on Remus’ chest and leant his head into the warmth of his hand.

- “But …but then that Ravenclaw came along and told you he liked you and asked you out and you said yes-”

- “No I didn’t.” Remus stared at Sirius with a bemused, affectionate look.

- Sirius looked at him as if he grew two heads.

- “Yes? You did. I heard you said yes!” Sirius attempted to reason but Remus just chuckled and shook his head.

- “You didn’t say yes?”

- Remus softly smiled, running his hand through Sirius hair and shook his head again.

- “But … but you were blushing! And you tucked one of your curls behind your ear, I saw you!” Sirius accused.

- “The blush was from embarrassment, you should of heard the chat up lines he used!” He joked with a shudder.

- “And the hair tucking thing, that was me trying to hide how cringe worthy it was. It was just a tick. I wasn’t - swoooning

- He dramatically slapped the back of his hand that was running through Sirius’ hair to his forehead and feigned falling backwards.

- Sirius started giggling and wrapped his arms around Remus’ waist to stop him from falling

- “Is that so?” Sirius bit his lip with anticipation

- Remus smiled and lifted himself back up to stare at Sirius.

- “You see, I think I’m in love with someone.” He breathed, tucking a strand of Sirius’ hair behind his ear, watching his eyes flutter shut. 

- “No, that’s a lie. I know I am definitely in love with someone.”

- He tightened his grip around Sirius’ waist and stroked his hair.

- “He has black hair, the most amazing eyes, a Qudditch body approved by Charles Atlas himself! He’s one of my best friends, and I’d very much like to kiss him.”

- Sirius playfully furrowed his eyebrows at Remus

- “I’m going to kill Prongs”

- He pulled out of Remus’ embrace and dramatically stomped toward the castle

- Remus caught him by his hand. 

- He spun him around and pulled him back to him with a sparkle in his eyes.

- Sirius threw his head back with a bark of laughter

- “I meant you, you berk!” He chuckled, pulling Sirius even closer.

- Sirius beamed at him, wrapping his arms loosely around his neck.

- “Oh, well thats good to know. It’d be super awkward if this was unrequited.” He toothily grinned, resting his head against Remus’

- “Very awkward, indeed,” Remus agreed, returning the smile.

- They both couldn’t stop grinning and staring at each other stood underneath the stars.

- “Remus?” 

- They both frown at the intrusion and pulled back slightly to glare at the Ravenclaw.

- “You kind of ran off without giving me an answer.” He stated, oblivious to the way they were stood.

- Remus pulled a face at him.

- “I’m sorry, Chris. As flattered as I am, I don’t think my boyfriend would really appreciate it.” 

- Sirius’ grimace fell and was replaced with wide eyed happiness.

- “Really?” He whispered to him.

- Remus turned back with a shy smile.

- “I mean, if you’d have me?” Remus nervously bit his lip.

- “Always!” Sirius pounced, wrapping his arms tightly around Remus’ neck for a bear hug.

- Remus chuckled, holding him just as tight with an even wider smile.

- “Oh, right …” Chris awkwardly swayed on the spot. “Well, if you change your mind …”

- “He won’t. Now, go away.” Sirius shooed him, making Remus chuckle into his neck.

- Chris angrily frowned and stomped back inside the castle.

- “Bastard won’t take a hint.” Sirius tutted.

- Remus kissed his neck making Sirius shiver and forget all about that dumb Ravenclaw.

- “So, boyfriend?” Sirius seductively whispered. 

- “Yes, boyfriend?” Remus winked.

- “Do I get a proper kiss?” He nuzzled his nose against Remus’.

- “Oh, I think I could do that.” He grinned, pressing his lips softly against Sirius’.

- “WOOO!” 

- They both pulled away to see rose petals were floating down from the sky above them.

- They turned around with a puzzled look to see James and Peter stood there watching.

- James had his hands clenched together and held against his chest, grinning maniacally

- Peter had his wand out pointed above their heads and conjuring the confetti.

- “You guuuuuuys!” James cooed.

- “Okay, reign it in, Potter.” Sirius smirked, wrapping his arm tightly around Remus.

- “I’m just so happy!” He cheered, wiping a fake (they think) tear from his eye.

- “We’ve been waiting for this day this since, like, third year!” Peter chimed in, just as happy as James.

- Remus blushed with a shy laugh.

- “I just have one request.” James gave them a pointed finger. “No shagging in my bed.”

- Sirius’ eyes bulged out of his head.

- He didn’t even know if Remus would want that, let alone being made to feel uncomfortable about it.

- “James!” He scolded.

- “Don’t worry, Prongs,” Remus nudged Sirius ribs playfully, “we won’t want to ruin the mood being surrounded by your wretched stench.”

- Sirius howled with laughter, quickly joined by Peter.

- James pretended to look offended, but couldn’t help the few chuckles that escaped.

- “Come on, they’ve got chocolate cake for pudding!” Peter beamed, turning to walk back to the castle with James close on his heels.

- Remus slipped his hand into Sirius with a love sick smile.

- Sirius stared at their adjoining hands.

- Biting his lip bashfully, he leant up to kiss Remus cheek and pulled him along.

- “So, My Moony. If you’re a good boy, I might feed you some chocolate cake.” He winked.

- “Never thought you’d want a good boy, Black.” Remus huskily whisper into his ear, with a little nip on his lobe.

- Sirius shivered with pleasure, his eyes rolling in the back of his head.

- “Last one there has to kiss a Grindylow.” He teased, letting go of Sirius’ hand and racing back to the castle.

- “Cheat!” He feigned a gasp, and took off after his Moony with a bright smile that couldn’t be wiped away if he tried.

I loved writing this! Thank you for the prompt!

Best Friends #2

Your OTP are best friends but don’t seem to realise that they’re in love. Fools. 

  • Who calls the other “babe” and “my love”, who interprets it as nothing more than a platonic nickname
  • Who always claims they “will never find the one” who sigh defeatedly but brings them wine and baknkets and LOTS of tissues anyway.
  • Who writes a diary/journal in which they confess their feelings for their bestie, who gets a little tipsy and reads it accidentally-onpurpose.
  • Who goes on a multitude of dates, none of them successful, who tries to be sincerely disappointed for them but can’t stand the thought that they might not be together forever. ( “not that we are together in that way but you know”)
  • Who worries that they are too clingy as a friend so goes out to give them space, who thinks they like going out alone so stays at home, a little lonely to be honest.
  • Who always walks up to their best friend, enveloping them in their arms just for a moment, who replies with “again? already?” but not-so-secretly loves their cuddles.

For: anon. Slightly different but kind of similar to this original post.

Be Careful What You Wish For (Ask Meme)

Offer my muse something they want, a superpower, a temporary ability, etc. BUT, you have to tell them what the catch is (a downside to the power or something they have to pay/do in return). See if they accept or reject your offer. Anon or not anon, up to you.

anonymous asked:

Could you maybe do a drabble where Roy & Kori show up and give Artemis & Bizarro a 'How to Care For Your Red Hood' list of instructions? I'm pretty sure rule #1 on the list is 'When in doubt, call Alfred at ###-###-####.'. I can just see Kori, completely seriously, telling Arty Jay prefers stuffed bunnies to teddy bears for sleeping, or something equally embarrassing, lol!

Do I even remember how to drabble? Let’s see. 


Jason took one look at his couch and shook his head. “No.”

Artemis and Kory looked up from the list Kory held in her hands. Artemis smirked at him.

Kory smiled. “Jason, it’s good to see you. I was just taking Artemis through the list.”

“I hate the list,” Jason replied wearily. “You know I hate the list.”

“It’s necessary.” Kory cleared her throat and pointed to the next item. “Eight hours of sleep a night is ideal. Too little and he becomes injury-prone. Too much makes him cranky.”

“Kory, please.”

Her smile widened. “Hush, Jason.”

The front door slammed and Roy and Bizarro came into the living room.

“Jaybird!” Roy flung an arm over his shoulders, exchanging grins with Bizarro. “This guy is so handy! We just upgraded your security system.”

Jason opened his mouth, but was distracted by Kory pulling a teddy bear out from behind her with a flourish.

“And this is Teddy.” She held it out to Artemis. “He is Jason’s most prized possession. He won’t blow up a safe house if Teddy is present.”

“I’ve never seen that thing before in my life.” Jason scowled. “You’re lying.”

“It’s a cute bear,” Artemis told him, lips twitching.

Jason took a deep breath.

“Can share shelf with Pup Pup,” Bizarro added.

“Nope.” Jason shook his head and turned to leave. “I’m done with all of you.”

anonymous asked:

Writing prompt: People assumed that Megan carried the sword to earn her keep, to defend herself from the monsters of the night and cut out the tongues that scorned her name. But no one knew that it was a blunt sword, one she had never killed with before.

(BTW, I do do prompts! I’ve gotten a lot of them so it may take me a couple of days :) Thanks for sending this one in anon!)

“I never wanted to become a legend,” Megan says gloomily, staring at the sheathed sword on her knees.

Across the campfire, the mountain troll snorts. “Don’t flatter yourself. You’re a horror story, not a legend.”

Megan isn’t sure she wants to be hearing that from a mountain troll, particularly not one who had been trying to sneak up and eat her only twenty minutes before. She doesn’t answer, staring at the way the firelight flickers over the metal scabbard, sending long, deep shadows into the engravings along it.

“If you’re going to kill me,” the mountain troll says, “hurry up and do it. Sun’s coming up and I’d rather go by that sword than a bit of sunlight.” The troll looks anxiously to the horizon, hands twisting in the ropes binding it to the pine tree behind it.

Megan, feeling dangerous, picks her sword up with both hands, one on the scabbard, one on the hilt. The troll’s beady eyes fix on it, the breath seeming to still in their lungs. Slowly, Megan drew her sword just one inch. Then two.

“The Sword of a Thousand Souls,” the mountain troll breathes. The troll stares for another beat and then laughs without humor. “They said you could feel the pressure of your kills from across a field.” It swallows. “They were right.”

So even this one can’t tell a blunt sword from a live one.

Megan sheathes her sword with force, the metal singing a protest, and stands. She doesn’t know what she expected. To be caught? To be freed of this reputation? To be understood?


She can’t look down at the troll, the troll being taller than her even while sitting, but she tries. “You’re a disappointment,” she says coldly. “Maybe the sun will think differently.” She turns sharply on her heel and clicks her fingers. With a hiss, the fire goes out.

“Wait,” the troll says with alarm. “Wait! You can’t leave me here! Behead me, stab me, take my heart, anything. I don’t want to burn!”

Megan scoops up her bag, purses her lips, and keeps walking.

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