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A.U.gust 2023 | DAY SIXTEEN — Soulmates
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“You really don’t see it?” Ian says, his voice rising with desperation.
Lip shakes his head. “There’s nothing there, Ian.”
Except that there is! A thin, red string loops around Ian’s left hand ring finger; the end of which trails out the back door of 2119 N Wallace, and disappears into the night.
“Don’t wait up.”
He barely registers Lip’s warnings, his heart racing like a hunter gaining on its prey. Ian’s heard of this before, knows what awaits him on the other end, but—no fucking way…
Mickey Milkovich stands on his porch, wrapped in disbelief and red thread.
#i love a soulmate story!!!!!!!!!#a.u.gust 2023#day sixteen#soulmates#shameless#shameless fanfiction#ian x mickey#bee writes 🐝 ✍🏼
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Day Sixteen - Thunderstorm
Word Count: 452
Warnings: VERY SOFT Dave - that's the only warning?! 👀
Notes: Originally I thought of Jack Daniels getting caught out in a thunderstorm on a mission, but he'd have gear for that. I think... I wanted to do something else for Dave. Our former government employee (I'm not silly enough to say what the man does, I like living thanks,) has even more of a tender side than we thought. 🥰
Main Masterlist / March Spring Prompts 2024 / Writing Challenge
The forecast for this week didn’t mention rain at all this week. Today’s picnic with the girls went fine too, not a cloud in the sky. Dave was looking forward to catching up on organizing some files while you were sleeping in the king size bed across from him. He liked to watch you sleep after tucking the girls in and keeping an eye on them as they settled in, Alice always snuggled the white teddy bear she’d gotten two years ago on the girls first outing with you to the mall. Simple, he wasn’t sure how they’d react to their father being with someone other than their mother, his ex-wife. They took to you like white on rice and always asked about you, when they could see you again and what they were up to. It made the decision to marry you that much simpler.
The first crack of thunder made Dave flinch, a rare feat. He peered over to you, still, your chest rising and falling as you lay comfortably on your side. You’d curled slightly as you’d been talking to him prior to drifting off. It was known to few that Dave… was not fond of thunderstorms. He didn’t like the sudden booming sounds or flashes of lighting. He didn’t see one outside of the window, only the drops of rain hitting the glass. The rain would lull him to sleep and the thunder would wake him, frustrated at the cycle until he slept out of exhaustion or the storm had passed.
Another rumble with a burst of lightning following it closely told Dave that the storm had grown even closer. His papers soundly hit the night table as he stood and crossed the room to the bed. He removed his t-shirt and sweatpants, leaving them on the floor for now. He’d get to them in the morning. Peeling the covers back, he slipped into the bed beside you, his chest pressed against your back with a soft kiss placed to your neck.
A clap of thunder had Dave’s arms curl around your torso, pulling your closer to him, his chin was tucked itself over your shoulder, the night would be extended for York but he may still find sleep yet. His palm rose to your chest as he felt it rise and fall, counting your breaths until he reached the fifties and everything was lost to darkness save for your warmth. His safe harbor in any storm, Dave could stay asleep like this until the morning, maybe even late if time allowed. A partner as a source of serenity had eluded him until he met you and he would never let go as long as he had you.
#pedro pascal characters#fanfiction#pedro pascal#pedro pascal fanfiction#dave york x reader#Dave york#dave york fanfiction#day sixteen#thunderstorm#Nerdie fic#March#spring prompts
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Eddie Month Day Sixteen & Seventeen
Prompts: Library/Curious & Tolkien/Intelligent
Eddie shifts in the ratty old armchair in the corner of the library, one leg scrunched up against the back of the chair, the other dangling over the arm and flips the page of his well loved copy of The Fellowship of the Ring. He should probably be studying right now, midterms starting tomorrow and all, instead of reading a book he practically knows by heart. But it finally feels like fall outside after a frankly disrespectfully hot early October, and it’s raining and the library smells like old paper and dust and– he got a little distracted when he saw his favorite chair by the window was open. Told himself he’d just read a chapter or two to kick off this year’s reread, and then he’d focus on studying. He should have known better, honestly. He’s already six chapters in when he realizes he’s no longer alone in his corner.
He glances up to see quite possibly the prettiest man he’s ever seen in his life, perched in the chair across from him, glasses slipped down on his nose as he mouths along to the book he’s reading and takes notes. Eddie hadn’t even heard him sit down. Has no idea how long they’ve been coexisting in their own little worlds. But now that Eddie knows he’s there he can’t focus on the words on his page. Keeps finding himself peeking over the top of his book, enamored by the handsome stranger.
His eyes flick over to him again, this time catching on their eyes, already staring back at him. Eddie quickly averts his eyes, his face flushing with color from being caught staring. He shifts further down in his seat, hiding behind his book but he can feel the guy still looking over at him. He tries to ignore it, rereads the same paragraph at least five times, and is just about to give up and head back to his dorm when he hears the guy clear his throat and glances over again.
Eddie just stares at him as he waves and then holds his hand out in offering.
“Uh–Hi.” He lets his hand drop when Eddie doesn’t make a move to shake it. “I’m Steve. You’re uh– You’re Eddie, right?”
Eddie’s eyes go wide and his mouth pops open in shock as he tries to catch up to the fact that this stunningly beautiful human before him apparently knows his name. Eddie shakes his head, sending his curls flying around him and sets his book down on his stomach.
“Oh–uh. Yeah I’m–Eddie. Eddie. That’s– Hi.” He scrambles to sit up, disentangling himself from the absolute pile he’d managed to arrange himself in and sticks his hand out to Steve, trying to make up for being an absolute idiot when he offered his own.
Steve’s face breaks into a wide smirk and he reaches over to shake Eddie’s hand before leaning back into his own space. “You’re in my English class, I think.”
Eddie tries to rack his brain and remember ever seeing this person before in his life. Because surely he would remember a face like that. But, if he’s being honest, he usually gets to that class late, sneaks into the back row, and promptly falls asleep. He mostly picked it because he knew he’d already read most of the books on the syllabus and figured it’d be an easy A.
Steve huffs out a laugh and shrugs. “Don’t recognize me? I usually sit a row ahead of you.”
Eddie shakes his head again and chuckles. “That class is usually my mid-afternoon nap, man. Sorry.”
Steve smiles and his eyes flick to the book in Eddie’s hand. He points to it, his brows raised. “Don’t remember Tolkien being on the reading list.”
Eddie’s mouth pulls into a cocky grin. “You a fantasy guy?”
Steve shrugs. “Not particularly. One of my friends is a big fan though.”
Eddie hums in response, bouncing the book against his knee. “I read them every year. They’re my favorite.”
Steve’s eyes widen. “I couldn’t even make it through them once. You read them every year?”
Eddie blushes and he shrugs. “I like to read.”
Steve chuckles. “Just…not for class?”
Eddie wags his finger in Steve’s direction, a menacing laugh escaping his lips. “I’ll have you know that a solid B in that class right now.”
Steve laughs and holds his hand up in defense. “My mistake.” Their eyes meet again and Steve clears his throat. “I was uh– about to take a much needed coffee break. You uh– want to join me?”
Eddie’s heart slams into his throat and he fumbles with his book and drops it so he has to lean over the arm of the chair to get it from the floor. “Oh– yeah that– sure. I could go for some coffee.”
Steve is clearly trying not to laugh at him as he stands with a sly smirk on his face and starts putting his things back in his bag. “Great. Maybe you can convince me to give those another shot.” He nods to the book Eddie is shoving into his backpack.
Eddie pulls his backpack onto his shoulder and nods. “Deal.” He makes a sweeping gesture in front of him and bows a little. “After you, good Sir.” Steve snorts out a laugh and rolls his eyes but takes a few steps before looking back over his shoulder, making sure Eddie is following. Eddie follows, feeling like he’s floating in the clouds, beyond grateful that he let himself get absorbed into his favorite world again. Like a little bit of its magic helped lead him to this. Getting coffee with a pretty boy he never would have thought would even look in his direction.
@eddiemonth
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DannyMay 2023. Day Sixteen
"Fangs"
Ao3
DPxDC
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Red Hood climbed down from his motorbyke with Phantom in tow; both boys were giggling meanly after tonight’s victory.
His second son took off his helmet, and showed his wide, menacing grin.
Batman did a double take then, and felt only a small pang of jealously he would bury deep down and deny ever having. Ever.
“Nigma’s gonna think twice next time he prepares one of his shitty escape rooms of death.” Jason said, and there was almost a physical bite to his words with the way his lips curled and showed his sharp, pointed fangs, to match Danny’s own.
#Danny Phantom#DannyMay 2023#DannyMay2023#dannymay#DPxDC#Danny Phantom Crossover#Jason Peter Todd#Red Hood#Halfa Jason Todd#ghostly-scrypts#Danny Fenton#Bruce Wayne#Batman#day sixteen#fangs#drabble
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Angstpril Day 16
Cry For Help
Spoiler: This is an excerpt from an unnamed fanfic
Kix shows up at the door only minutes later, looking breathless like he ran most of the way and radiating an obvious level of anxiety and uncertainty he’s radiating.
“Kix? Did something happen?” Anakin inquires.
“I saw Fives,” he explains, breathlessly.
What?
“Where?” Rex demands.
“Is he alright?” Anakin asks. Well, as alright as he can be if he has potentially permanent brain damage. He still doesn’t want to think about that part of it.
“I don’t know,” Kix replies, frowning, “But I ran into him at the clone bar. He was there to give me a message. He wants you two to meet him at these coordinates so he can explain what happened and he’s requesting that you come alone.” He shows them coordinates – it’s somewhere in Coruscant’s underworld. Not a place Anakin’s familiar with, but he knows it’s a good area to hide.
Why does this feel like an exact repeat of what happened with Ahsoka?
All he can do is desperately hope it’s not going to have a similar ending. It’s still hard to fathom that she’s gone, the last moments of their conversation before she walked away replaying on repeat through his mind, even if he knows it’s probably better for her if she is away. The war was always hard on her. But he doesn’t even know where she is out there, or if she’s down in the underworld right now struggling to survive.
But he needs to think about Fives right now, much as Ahsoka’s absence is a constant ache inside of all of them.
“We’re going immediately,” Anakin decides, standing.
Rex nods, moving for the door. “Why doesn’t he just turn himself in?”
“He said what he’s involved in goes all the way to the top and what he has to say will never get to you if he doesn’t talk to you directly,” Kix replies.
Anxiety twists inside of him. That… He doesn’t know what that means, if there’s something to that or if he’s just delusional.Should he tell the investigator about this? Fives did ask them to come alone, though, and Anakin trusts there’s a reason for that, even if he’s cautious. There has to be something of Fives still in there. He’s asking to explain. Anakin’s not going to get other people involved until he can talk to him first.
#star wars#star wars fanfiction#fanfiction#angnstpril#angstpril 2024#angstpril day sixteen#angstipril day 16#day 16#day sixteen#anakin skywalker#anakin#fives#anakin and fives#captain rex#anakin and rex#kix#anakin and kix#angst#family
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Fluffbruary - Day 16 (glasses)
Sixteen day of @fluffbruary, using the prompt "glasses"
Read on AO3
French version
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"You need glasses."
"Of course I don't!"
"Don't be ridiculous John. You have to concentrate to read the paper, and your migraines are getting worse."
John sighed but said nothing. He knew Sherlock was right, but for over forty years he had known how to live without glasses and he had no desire to change that now. But the next day, when his headache returned after spending only twenty minutes on his computer squinting to try to see every word he wrote while complaining about the font size, he decided to make an appointment.
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"You are presbyopic." Said the ophthalmologist. John suspected as much, but hearing it from the professional dismissed all his hopes. And doing nothing would only make things worse.
So he thanked her and left with his prescription, heading for the nearest optician. He wasn't even surprised to see Sherlock waiting for him outside the shop.
"There's no point in asking how you knew I was coming here."
Sherlock grinned proudly. "You want to do this as fast as possible, I just look at the optician nearest the eye doctor."
John rolled his eyes but Sherlock could see his lips curl. He knows that John likes to have his opinion on his style of dress, otherwise he'll be in an ugly jumper and faded jeans every day.
Of course, Sherlock made life difficult for their advisor. He criticises his choices, that it doesn't match his face shape, that the colour doesn't go with his skin tone, that the shape doesn't match his style. John sees the optician slowly losing patience so he asks him to let them choose in their corner. He accepts with a big smile and runs off to the woman and child who have just arrived.
Sherlock chooses the glasses and John tries them on. If he has the misfortune to say he likes a pair that Sherlock puts back on, he gets the "don't be stupid, John" look. Anyway, he says it to get out of here as quickly as possible. He's this close to picking up a random pair when Sherlock puts glasses on his nose and leaves them on for over two seconds.
"Well?" John nervously asks at Sherlock's scrutinizing look.
As an answer, Sherlock pushed him towards the nearest mirror.
They are simple, the black frame, a square with a rounded edge. They fit him perfectly, making him look more... mature. Not old. He finds himself attractive.
Sherlock seems to think the same as he doesn't let go of his gaze in the mirror, his hands still on his shoulders.
"Let's go pay." John says simply.
Sherlock nodded briskly and grabbed his glasses to take him to their counselor. Quickly they finish the paperwork and leave with the pair of glasses ready in its case. He can see the relief in the counsellor's eyes as they leave the shop.
They waited until they were in the taxi before Sherlock took the box from his hands and gently placed the glasses on his nose. John's vision changed drastically, not realising how much his vision had changed. It would be hypocritical to say that Sherlock looks even more magnificent with the glasses on, and yet...
They arrived in Baker Street without a word and Mrs. Hudson came out when she heard them.
"John! It suits you so well!"
"Thank you, Mrs. H."
"I know one who will be jealous." Said the old lady mischievously. "You'll turn some heads." She laughed as Sherlock grunted before heading upstairs to their flat.
John thanked their landlady one last time before following his detective. No sooner had he entered the room than he was slammed against the wall, Sherlock attacking his lips mercilessly. He could only let himself respond to Sherlock's hungry lips.
"I hated waiting." Says Sherlock against his lips.
"I know."
Hands removed his coat before he was pulled towards the bedroom. John kept Sherlock glued to him as he grabbed his white shirt and pulled it off his trousers before unbuttoning it. He felt Sherlock sigh with pleasure in their kiss as he began to explore his chest with his hands. He didn't have time to go any further as he was pushed onto the bed. Sherlock climbed on top of him, his knees planted on either side of his hips and began to undress him.
"You keep them on." He said with a nod towards his glasses.
John could only nod and pull him to kiss him again and again.
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Dragon Elves Day 16: Pumpkin/Squash
A day late - I was so tired yesterday that I hard crashed asleep for bit. Tried to draw while tired wasn't working, so I decided to finish it later.
#sketch#ink#art#illustration#october#october prompt#prompt#oc#original artwork#original character#day 16#day sixteen#pumpkin
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@eddtober Day 16 - AU
Wanted to show some love to my pony AU <3
(Don't tag as ship)
Background by Suramii on deviantArt
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https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poetrymagazine/poems/58588/ghazal-for-white-hen-pantry
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Everything is so sad. I don’t know if it’s because I’m turning sixteen or I’m feeling overwhelmed by things around me but lately I’ve been feeling very sad. This sadness, idk how to explain it but it just never leaves. It’s like I’ve learnt to live with in it without questioning it. I’m so fucking lost in this cycle of waking up getting ready go to school study eat study go to sleep. My life has always been like that and I’m so desperate to get away from this terrifying cycle. I see no path ahead of me. I have given up on all my happiness and childhood. I’m turning sixteen soon and this world suddenly seems so strange and sad. Nothing makes sense to my brain. I’m trying so hard to get over this strange and uncomfortable feeling of grief and pain but nothing seems to work. It’s so difficult to stay awake and do my things. It is so difficult to exist. And there are so many things that I want to do and accomplish in this life but right now everything seems impossible. I do not want to give up but pathetically I feel like it’s the only way I can put myself at peace. I’ve struggled throughout my entire life, having to figure out what’s right and what’s wrong and what I’m supposed to do. I failed myself in this life.
- Words I would never be able to tell anyone #1 (via everytimeilookatyou)
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day sixteen
#kievnauchfilm#киевнаучфильм#december art challenge#art#day sixteen#Dr. Aibolit#Доктор Айболит#One - eyed#Одноглазый#Barmaley#Бармалей#art challenge
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Ectoberhaunt 2023. Day Sixteen
"Death Echo"
Ao3
Warning: Gallows humour. Mentioned death.
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“I think we should buy a new house and close down the basement.” Maddie said at supper.
“Is the afterimage of our son’s horrific death haunting you again, Mads?” Her husband asked.
“Mhm.”
“Can you pass me the butter, please?” Said son asked.
His mother did, giving him a sweet smile as well.
#Danny Phantom#ectoberhaunt23#day sixteen#death echo#ghostly-scrypts#Jack Fenton#Maddie Fenton#Danny Fenton#death mention tw
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Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars: The Bad Batch (Cartoon)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Hunter & Wrecker (Star Wars: The Bad Batch), Hunter & Omega (Star Wars: The Bad Batch)
Characters: Clone Trooper Hunter (Star Wars), Clone Trooper Wrecker (Star Wars), Omega (Star Wars: The Bad Batch) (minor)
Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Whump, Angst, Ambiguous/Open Ending, Canon Compliant, Missing Scene, Wrecker Needs a Hug (Star Wars: The Bad Batch), Protective Wrecker (Star Wars: The Bad Batch), Protective Hunter (Star Wars: The Bad Batch), Hunter Needs A Hug (Star Wars: The Bad Batch), Tired Hunter (Star Wars: The Bad Batch), someone just let him sleep, Febuwhump, Febuwhump 2024, Prompt: Came Back Wrong, Family
Summary:
They all might have survived Bracca, but it still feels as though something died there. And now, they have to pick themselves up in the aftermath, when there's some things Hunter knows none of them can forget.
Read on:
https://www.wattpad.com/1422940823-the-bad-batch-one-shot-collection-febuwhump-day
https://www.fanfiction.net/s/14328203/1/Febuwhump-Day-Sixteen-Came-Back-Wrong
#star wars#star wars fanfiction#fanfiction#febuwhump#febuwhump 2024#febuwhump day sixteen#febuwhump day 16#day 16#day sixteen#the bad batch#hunter#wrecker#omega#hunter and wrecker#hunter and omega#angst#hurt/comfort#family#bad batch#came back wrong
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Merry December 2022 - Day 16
Day 16 of Merry December
Prompt: Star
Fandom: Hawaii 5-0
Pairing: Steve McGarrett x OFC (Arya)
Words: 710
T.W.: N/A
Summary: My shining star.
The day had come. The day to finally decorate the tree. Steve couldn’t wait to start, his excitement making Arya giggle and smile big. She knew how important this was to him, but she never thought he would be this excited. It was sweet to see Super Seal, as Danny calls him, act like an oversized and on a sugar high child.
Steve had already brought the boxes with the decorations to the living room couch and Arya was looking for the lights. Giving them to him, he quickly wrapped them around the tree and left the plug near the socket. Now, the fun part.
Arya gave him some tinsel and took some for herself. She saw him place it very strategically around the tree, while she just went with what looked good to her. The more tinsel she gave Steve, the higher his concentration in making sure it looked perfect. Once the tinsel was over, they both took a step back and, embracing each other, watched their work so far.
Arya then decided that he could have all the fun of putting up the ornaments. It was more fun for her to just watch him. Giving him the first two ornaments, she saw him place them perfectly spaced out from each other. Looking back at her with a grin, he pulled her close and kissed her. She kissed him back and placed another two ornaments in his hands. His smile was as big as the sun.
Arya could feel herself falling even more in love with Steve by the second. He looked so happy just by decorating a tree, that it was impossible not to feel just as happy. She saw Steve finish up the last of the ornaments and knew that it was time for the main attraction.
Arya had found the perfect tree topper for them, in a little store filled with rustic things, and when she saw it, she knew it was perfect for them. Giving him a kiss, she excused herself and went to her bag to retrieve it. It was in a metal box and Arya was now feeling nervous. “What if he doesn’t like it?”, she thought, her anxiety through the roof.
Placing the box in Steve’s hands, Arya gave him a smile, a kiss and a nod for him to open it. Steve opened the lid of the box and looked inside and his eyes went wide. Inside was a metal made, American flag painted, star topper for their tree. Steve looked at Arya and she explained why she thought it was perfect for them. Not only represented him as a military man but also his patriotism and all the people that he had lost in the name of our country and for her, it reminded her of him but of her grandfather as well, a veteran of the Marine Corps.
Steve put the box down on the coffee table and wrapped his arms around her waist, kissing her passionately. She was right, that was the perfect topper for them. Breaking the kiss, he picked the box back up, taking the star off of it and giving it to Arya. She gave him a confused look. That’s when he told her that he wanted her to place the topper. She tried refusing, but he insisted. Arya had no choice but to place the topper.
Grabbing her by her waist, Steve easily lifted her until she had the top of the tree at her reach. He saw her placing it very delicately and then brought her back down. There was only one thing left to do. Steve crouched behind the tree and plugged in the lights, making the tree come to life. Both took a step back and admired their work. It looked beautiful and the star at the top just made it look even better.
Steve put an arm around her shoulders and turned her to him, thanking her for everything she had been doing for him. Arya kissed his lips sweetly and whispered “Everything for my man.”, winking at him. He chuckled, but he knew that she meant it. The same way he would do everything for her. She was his girl and he was sure that she would always be.
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goretober day 16: scissors! my friends toko and jack. murder is fine if it’s a monokuma, obviously
#danganronpa#danganronpa ultra despair girls#dr udg#ultra despair girls#toko fukawa#genocide jack#genocider shou#how do you tag her#goretober#goretober 2022#day sixteen
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