working my way through prompts

anonymous asked:

right, but what about whiskey/tango coming out to dex b/c they think he's queer and will support them and dex having his internal sexuality panic right then and there

Dex dropped his backpack beside the couch with a thud. He was normally more careful with it, but he’d been awake for the past 27 hours with no sleep, he’d only barely met the deadline for his Gender Studies essay, and Professor Rezendes had decided to hold back his class. For an extra 20 minutes. 

The only thing that Dex wanted to do was fall into a short coma, but sometime around 3 a.m. Tango had texted him asking if they could talk. And his 3 a.m. self thought that it would be an excellent idea. 2 p.m. Dex, however, was at the level of sleep deprivation that put him dangerously close to either homicide or insanity.

Still, he did love the tadpoles.

“What did you guys want to talk with me about again?” He asked, grabbing a stray snickerdoodle from the plate on the coffee table, actually looking towards the Tadpoles for the first time and-

Okay. So he had at least half of an idea about why Tango wanted to talk. 

They were sprawled out on the couch, Tango tucked into Whiskey’s side. Dex can’t say that he’d never suspected anything (Tango was about as close as you could get to being an open book), but he’d always thought it was one-sided. Given the lovestruck way that Whiskey was watching Tango right now, apparently not. 

Tango squinted expectantly at him. “Is it not super obvi-” 

“We’re dating.” Whiskey interrupted, side-eyeing Tango, who looked back at his boyfriend with a ‘no shit, Sherlock’ expression.

He’d totally called it, but Dex still stared blankly at them for a moment, processing the fact that the two freshman he and Nursey had practically adopted had somehow fallen in love, that he was watching his children grow up (damn he felt like Bitty), before his face split into a smile. 

“Congrats, dudes,” He said, flopping down across from them in an empty arm chair, before taking a slightly more serious tone. “Also, like, thanks for trusting me with this moment.” 

Whiskey snorted. “Bitty said the exact same thing.”

“Shitty taught us well,” Dex shrugged. “Speaking of, um, I should probably know who you’re out to, so I don’t accidentally say something to someone that you guys aren’t comfortable with.” 

“Just you and Bitty,” Tango answered cheerfully. “We don’t know when we’ll be ready to tell the others, but we felt like we could tell you two.” 

Ha, he thought, so the Tadpoles trusted me more than Nursey. Nursey can suck my ass they think I’m more- wait what?

“That’s totally cool and I respect that,” Dex asked, “But like, why not Nursey?” 

Tango fidgeted a little with the sleeve of Whiskey’s shirt. “Well, we weren’t sure if he’d be totally, um, chill, with us dating. And like, also, you know…” 

He did not know, and it must have shown on his face. 

Whiskey rolled his eyes. “Also, you know, Nursey’s not queer. We figured it would just be easier to come out to you and Bitty for now.”

Dex’s entire world seemed to shift on its axis.

“I’m not gay,” he snorted incredulously. “Like, I’m glad that you guys felt comfortable enough to come out to me, but why would you even think that?”

Tango looked quizzically at him. Whiskey raised a single, well-manicured, judgmental eyebrow. None of them spoke.

“Are you sure?” Tango asked at length, still obviously doubtful. “Are you sure you’re not at least a little gay?”

“Um, yeah?” Dex said. “I’m pretty sure I would’ve noticed if I was into dudes by now.” 

“But what about your crush on Chris Pine?” Tango asked.

“And your sexuality rants in the dining hall?” Whiskey added.

“And how you always get onto the Lax-douches for saying no homo?” 

Dex’s brain almost short-circuited from a combination of exhaustion and shock. It almost felt like he was being fucking interrogated or something. He took a slow deep inhale before he started explaining. 

“First off, I wouldn’t say I’m gay for Chris Pine. He’s cute, but, like, even if I were gay I don’t think I’d be into him. He’s twice my age. And I rant about gender and sexuality stuff because Shitty made me promise to ‘keep the tradition alive’ when he left for Harvard and said that he trusted me, as, and I quote, ‘the angriest, most passionate motherfucker on the team’ to carry on his legacy. It’s the same reason I get onto the Lax Bros. Fuck those dudes.” 

The silence was somewhere between awkward and understanding. Dex could practically see the way the gears were turning in Tango’s head. His thoughts must’ve settled after a second or two though, because Tango’s 1000-volt smile returned. 

“Sorry for assuming, Dex,” He said. “We should’ve known better. It was nice of you to take it in stride, though. I knew we could count on you.” 

Dex smiled back, exhausted and relieved, but still glad that Tango and Whiskey felt comfortable around him. “No problem dude, we all jump to conclusions sometimes. You wouldn’t believe some of the stuff Nursey used to think about me.” 

Tango’s eyes widened comically, “No! Really? What did he-” 

A buzzer went off in the kitchen, piercing and annoying. Tango’s nose wrinkled and Dex almost flinched at its sound. 

“Give me a second, I told Bitty I wouldn’t let his pie burn.” Tango said, disentangling himself from his boyfriend. Whiskey watched him leave, his eyes following his boyfriend all the way to the kitchen, but as soon as the door shut his eyes were on Dex. 

“Are you fucking with me? With the gay thing?” 

Dex was halfway between laughing and pounding his head on the table. 

“I already told you guys that I’m not gay. Jesus, calm down.” 

Whiskey leaned forward. “Then why are you always looking at Nursey like you want to fuck him senseless, move into the suburbs, and then adopt ten kids with him?” 

He scoffed, “I don’t-” 

It was like several things clicked at once. 

“I’m not into Nursey,” Dex rebutted with no actual force at all.

Whiskey raised both well-manicured, judgmental eyebrows at him this time.

“I’m not. I’m not into Nursey. I would’ve noticed or, like…” Dex trailed off as shock set in. 

Whiskey leaned back, nodding slightly. 

“Oh,” Dex said quietly. “Fuck.” 

Whiskey only hummed in solidarity. Distantly, Dex could hear Tango knock something over in the kitchen. Or maybe several somethings. 

Whiskey sighed. “I’m going to go help him, but you-” he said with a pointed look- “should probably go get some sleep. You look like you’re about to pass out or something.” 

Dex shook himself into being awake and functional enough to process that. “Yeah, sounds good.” 

He grabbed his bag off of the floor, but Whiskey grabbed his shoulder before he could leave. 

He almost looked like he had no idea what to say. “Dude, honestly just chill. You can figure everything out when you don’t look like death. I probably- shit, we probably shouldn’t have gone all Spanish Inquisition on you when you look like death. No offense or anything. Also Bitty’s gone for the weekend, so you might as well crash in his room.” 

Dex sighed, practically sobbing at the thought of getting some sleep and just not thinking about how in love he was with his best friend anything. “Yeah, I get you. I’ll just.. go crash there now.”

Whiskey let go of him gently, as if he was afraid he would tip over. 

“Cool.” He said, then looked over his shoulder towards the kitchen. “I gotta go help with whatever that was.” 

Dex nodded, already halfway in the hallway. He wanted to sleep so bad, but he couldn’t stop thinking about Nursey

God, he was so fucked.

Cherry Pie

prompted by @lenbarrys: allenbert + 16 from the autumn prompt meme (pie)  [read on ao3]

“I need you to come over.”

Julian sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. If he had a penny for every time Barry Allen has said those words to him, he’d be the richest man on earth.

Not that it’s all that tedious spending time with Barry, now that they’ve managed to work out their feelings for each other, but still. Doesn’t Barry have other people he can ask? He glares at the phone, before placing it back over his ear.

“Just because we’re dating now doesn’t mean that you can call on me for every single drama you have, Allen. I don’t have that kind of free time.”

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anonymous asked:

au where angels go to confession

spem in alium

“I do hold regular hours for Reconciliation,” Daniel said, tugging at his collar with a free hand. (It had been bothering him all afternoon–vestments might hide that extra five pounds, but the clerical collar was much less forgiving.) “Mondays and Fridays at 5:30, it says so on our website. You don’t have to interrupt my gardening.”

“I know,” the angel said, and Daniel could hear the shifting of its wings as it found a comfortable place on the grass. “But I prefer this to the confessional.”

Daniel reached down and yanking out a weedy tangle from the flowerbed, tossing it onto the steadily-growing pile. “I’m not even sure I can hear your confession, you know. I was commissioned to absolve the frailty of men, not…”

“So you said last time. And the time before.”

Daniel sighed heavily and sat back on the grass, wiping his hands on his pants. The angel was sitting half a yard away, sifting a handful of dirt through its fingers idly. At his gaze, it straightened up, puffing out the wings around its face. The tongue of flame over its forehead sputtered, then flared brighter–in a strange way, it reminded Daniel of a woman fidgeting with her hair.

Daniel bit back a smile. “So?” he said. “Let’s hear it.”

The angel’s lipless mouth twisted in displeasure, and the bright coils around its arms roiled. “’Let’s hear it’? Is that how you begin all your confessions?”

“Well, you didn’t like ‘in the name of the Father,’ so I thought I’d try something different this time.”

The angel watched the last of the dirt slip through its fingers, then looked up at him. Its eyes were dark and deep as space, starless and cold. “There is a woman who tends a small garden behind my building. As she passed me in the hall, I blessed her knees to keep them from aching–that she might enjoy the sunshine and not think of how her daughter had not called this week.”

Daniel bit back a smile. “I see. And you feel such an action is in need of forgiveness?”

The bands of light around the angel’s arms were undulating slowly, like waves. “My orders are not to interfere with my Father’s creation.”

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truth or dare?

I’ve been trying to work my way through the pile of prompts in my inbox, but honestly it’s rough because I end up writing 2k+ words each time and it gets out of control fast. Anyways, here’s one for an anon who asked for “zimbits - truth or dare”!

summary: After playing a round of Truth or Dare with the boys at the Haus, Jack and Bitty start playing a private game of their own. (this is not smutty, don’t get your hopes up! it’s all fluff!)

          “Jaaaack,” Bitty slurred his name, well and truly drunk. “You can’t just pick truth every time. That’s so boring.”

           “He’s right, Jack,” Ransom agreed seriously from across the circle. “Plus, it’s in the rules that you can only choose truth twice in row before you must pick dare for your next turn.”

           “I don’t remember there being so many rules to this game,” Jack said. He frowned at Ransom and Holster who exchanged glances with each other and then grinned in unison at Jack. “Sounds to me like you’re making it up.”

           Bitty giggled and pushed Jack lightly on the shoulder. It was the most contact they’d had all night and Jack wanted badly to kiss him. He had almost immediately been sucked into the group when he’d arrived a few hours earlier and hadn’t had a real moment alone with Bitty yet. Bitty raised a single eyebrow at him and then smiled, obviously reading his thoughts.

           “Alright, fine. Dare then, Bits,” Jack said, returning his smile.

           “Excellent,” Bitty said, rubbing his hands together in anticipation.

           “Get him good, Bitty,” Holster encouraged, pointing at Bitty meaningfully. Bitty nodded and turned to Jack, smirking.

           That’s how it started.

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wredny-uparciuch  asked:

I'm mean and sarcastic little creature so I chose number 32 :) It looks interesting heh heh :) Will you write something with Prompto maybe? <3

This got a longer than I’d intended but it was fun to write.  Four of you asked for 32 so I hope you like this!  This doesn’t have any particular pairing but has a little dash of flirty Gladio.  Sorry I couldn’t bring major Prompto to this one, I just couldn’t be mean to that little ray of sunshine!

As an update - I’m still working my way through 5-word-prompts and will be dotting them in between the other things I want to write.  Apologies in advance if you’re waiting a while!  This week: the second of the unwritten rules series (hopefully!) and the first chapter of my main fic (preview/sneak peek here, if you want to check it out).

I’ll be spending my week actively trying to forget that Valentine’s Day exists SO here’s hoping I’ll be productive!


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“Noct, I’m not your pillow,” you shrugged your shoulders to wake up Prince Sleepyhead, “Wake up.”  The journey had started with high hopes and a sense of excitement, the boys were full of the novelty of being outside of the wall.  You weren’t from Insomnia and you’d seen plenty of Lucis from the battlefield, your enlistment in the Glaive had ensured that.  Your latest assignment, however, was a lot less thrilling than the usual infiltration or extraction missions - you were accompanying Noctis, an extra guard on his trip toward Altissia.  “Don’t make me elbow you in the ribs,” you laughed softly, all formalities had been left back in Insomnia with everyone figuring that it’d be a long ass journey if all you ever did was address Noctis by his titles, “If you wanted a pillow you should have brought one.”  You guessed you’d give in eventually, you’d have to, but for now you could afford to have a little fun.  “We’re not even an hour out of the city, you can’t possibly be needing to nap already.  Come on!”  

“Forget it, (Y/N), Gladio chuckled from your other side, “If he’s on your shoulder, he’s out and don’t bother trying to wake him, he could sleep through a tornado.”  You sighed and accepted your fate; a Glaive on pillow duty.  “Although, for the record, I don’t mind being your pillow if you decide you wanna nap,” he threw a wink in your direction, “Just clearing that up.”

“Really, Gladio?” you laughed, “That’s the best you can do?”  You nudged him playfully, “Now you’ve said it you can’t take it back.  You might live to regret saying it one day.” The car jolted a little but still Noctis didn’t wake.  “You weren’t kidding,” you shook your head in disbelief as the car jolted again and still, Noct didn’t register anything happening, “How does he do it?  It’s so warm out, too, I’d have no chance sleeping in heat like this.”

“Could always lose a few layers,” Gladio suggested, a mischievous glint in his eyes, “Might help.”  He was nothing if not persistent.  You’d had three days of his comments before you’d all left the city and while you often liked to fire something back at him, it’d be a long trip if you didn’t, this time you didn’t get a chance.

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Pairing: Percival Graves x Reader
Prompt: @scarletraine requested 38 “You fainted…straight into my arms. You know, if you wanted my attention you didn’t have to go to such extremes.” and 27 “I’m Pregnant.”
Wordcount: 1,450
Warnings: nope, though I think Graves himself should come with a warning.

A/N: Yeah I feel like this is kinda rubbish, idk but I’m sorry. I should’ve been revising but instead I am trash so I wrote this. Also thank you to everyone else who has sent me prompts/requests. I am working my way through them (slowly) but my exams start on monday so I may need a week off. But after this next week I will be back with a vengeance

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Fic: Misinterpretation

Josh has some feelings. Donna is way off the mark. For the prompt “Wait a minute. Are you jealous?” as requested a horribly long time ago by pillnerforpawnee. Rated G.

Also on AO3.

‘It’s not like there are many women just wandering around the office that you’d want to date.’

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So Crowned - a bagginshield fic, ~1.8k

For @killaidanturner who prompted “Thorin and Bilbo practicing the coronation”. I went sliiightly off the prompt, but there are definitely crowns and it’s definitely fluffy and full of happy stuff and kisses :) Thanks for the prompt Alaina, hope ya’ll like this, and Merry Christmas!! <3 

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Couples meme - Hannigram (!!! On Ice) 4C

Here you go @fragile-teacup! I haven’t forgotten about all these prompts, I’m just slowly working my way through them and getting distracted by other shiny things along the way <_<’’

Here’s the original meme 

And here’s the ones I’ve done already!

Mini Fics

Sorry I haven’t posted a mini fic in a while but I’m still slowly working my way through prompts!

Prompt: Duvet

Amy woke up shivering.

Her toes curled inwards and she held her hands in tight fists at her cheek in an attempt to keep warm.

Bringing her legs up to her chest and into the foetal position, Amy slowly opened one eye.

Sleeping peacefully opposite her was her boyfriend.

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For anon: Could you maybe write one where clarke and lexa are not a couple yet but clarke offers lexa a back massage after a long day of fighting and lexa has never gotten one so lexa is all flustered cause she can’t help herself for making noises and enjoying it and clarke teases her about it.

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“I worked my way up through the ranks for weeks- months- hell, even years. Yet you come in and suddenly you’re ahead of me?”

“Stay calm. They’re just trying to rile you up.”

“I know I didn’t listen when I should have. Sorry.”

“I want you to leave my sight. I can’t stand looking at you right now.”

“Insincere apologies don’t get you anywhere.”

“The only unflattering thing about you is your personality.”

Harry- He throws you a party and your ex shows up to ruin it.

A/N: I’m exactly happy with this but I hope you like it anyway! I am working my way through prompts now but feel free to still send them in and i will get them done as fast as possible. 

“Harry where are you taking me?” you asked with a grin as you continued to let Harry lead you by the hand through a series of halls in an otherwise seemingly empty building. “Just wait Love” Harry told you with a returned smile. “But Harry you know that patience is not one of my strong points” you whined. “Oh I know” Harry said with a smirk, “but I promise that you will not need patience for much longer.” “Oh well thank god for that!” you exclaimed dramatically making both of you laugh. “Here you go” Harry finally said gesturing grandly to a blank door. “Wow thanks so much for the door Harry, this may just be the best present I have ever received for a birthday” you said sarcastically. “Why do I love you again,” Harry sighed “open the door Y/N” he concluded. You giggled while reaching out to push open the door, immediately you were met with the cry of “surprise” from all of your friends, you quickly realised were in the room. “Did you do all of this?” you gasped looking to Harry. “It’s not every day your girlfriend turns 22” Harry said with a grin, making you laugh, playfully hitting him in the arm. You were swiftly pulled away by your friends and spent the next few hours making your way through all of the people, catching up with some friends that you hadn’t heard from in quite some time. You had just finished a conversation with one of your old school friends when you felt a hand close around your arm and pull you to the side. You turned around and came face to face with the harsh dark eyes of your ex-boyfriend, “it seems you forgot to invite me to this little party of yours” he growled at you. “What do you want Y/E/B/N?” you asked bluntly, trying to keep up a strong façade. “I want you to stop walking around like your something special because your boyfriend is in a ‘little band.’ Everyone knows that you are just a wannabe, a bitch and most of all a slut. I don’t how you have managed to trick all these people but that’s all you will ever be a worthless slut” he spat at you, causing you to take a step back as he pushed his chest forward. You stood looking up at him with nothing to say, his words hurt as much as you wished they didn’t and you could already feel the tears starting to prick at the edges of your eyes. Just as he was about to speak again, he was interrupted by another harsh voice, “alright I think that’s enough from you” they said and you looked up from the ground to see Liam and Louis walked towards your ex both of their eyes flashing with anger. “And what gives you two the right” your ex asked, now turning towards them. You took this opportunity to turn on your heel and run away from the forming crowd, tears running down your face, just as you heard Harry’s voice join the commotion, demanding that your ex remove himself from the party.  You ran towards the nearest corner and sunk into a chair, the tears now streaming heavily down your face and shaking your body. “Hey, hey Y/N” a soft voice interrupted your sobs as a soft hand landed on your shoulder and a warm body sunk onto the seat beside you. “Don’t let him get to you, none of what he said is true” Harry comforted, pulling you  into his side, where you curled into his chest drenching his shirt with tears. “Love you need to calm down, forget about him, you are beautiful and amazing and most importantly, I love you,” Harry told you in a calm voice and slowly his words started to calm you. “Alright now?” He asked gently, earning a small nod from you. “Good because we have one more surprise for you!” he said with a huge smile. You looked at him confused but let him lead you to the front of the room where he left you to take a seat while he ran off. Not a moment later him and all the rest of the One Direction boys were standing in front of you smiling. “Thank you all for coming tonight for my lovely girlfriend Y/N’s birthday,  I have one more present for her now” he said flashing you a grin, “her favourite song 18.” A huge smile lit your face as Harry started to sing, “I got a heart, and I got a soul, believe me I will use them both. We made a start, be it a false one, I know baby, I don’t want to feel alone.” When the chorus came around you couldn’t help but smile as Harry looked straight at you while singing, “I have loved you since we were 18, long before we both thought the same thing. To be loved and to be in love, all I could do is say that these arms were made for holding you, I wanna love like you made me feel, when we were 18.” The lyrics made you remember all the wonderful parts of your relationship and successfully banished any thoughts of your ex from your mind and Harry looked relieved when he saw the smile return to your face.

A/N: Hope you liked it, please let me know :)