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Angstpril 2024 | Day 27 | Prompt 27: Panicked

Bad Things Happen Bingo Prompt: Paralyzed by Fear

Rated: G | Words: 446 | Summary: Crosshair struggles as they approach the facility on Tantiss. | Character Focus: Crosshair, Hunter, Wrecker

“...with me, Cross, breathe with me,” Hunter’s voice is saying.

“I can’t, I can’t,” Crosshair chokes out, “I can’t go back, Hunter, please…”

Hunter pulls back a moment and takes off his helmet, allowing Crosshair to see his face. “Listen to me,” he says, reaching out and catching Crosshair’s trembling hand. He holds it tight, and it hurts, the way Crosshair’s knuckles grind together in Hunter’s grip. “I’m not going to let them take you. You will not be their prisoner again.”

“You don’t know that,” Crosshair whispers, “You can’t promise that. We promised Omega…”

“I know,” Hunter breathes. He leans forward, presses his forehead against Crosshair’s. “I know. But I will give my life before I let them take any of you again. That I can promise you.”

Crosshair doesn’t like that promise. He doesn’t want that promise. “Don’t say that,” he growls, though the quaking panic rattling his lungs makes it come out like a broken sob. Maybe it is.

But Hunter doesn’t retract the promise as he pulls away, still gripping Crosshair’s hand.

“Sarge,” Wrecker says, standing over them, watching for patrols while Crosshair falls apart. “We gotta…” he doesn’t finish the sentence, doesn’t need to.

We gotta go. We gotta go into the facility. We gotta find our sister. We gotta…we gotta…gotta…gotta…

Crosshair hates the whining sound he makes as another wave of panic crashes over him. I can’t. I can’t do this. Please, please don’t make me do this. Hunter…please…

Crosshair realizes he’s been verbalizing the thoughts of his tortured mind, letting them escape his lips like blood from a seeping wound, when Hunter replies to the spiral of anxiety.

“Our chances are better together, Crosshair,” Hunter says, gentle firmness and calm. “We need you. Omega needs you.” And Hunter continues to exaggerate steady breaths, wordlessly inviting Crosshair to follow the pattern. He tries, pulling quavering breaths and shuddering exhales. Weak, weak, weak, weak…

“Cross,” Wrecker says, “You know we got your back, right?”

Crosshair manages to lift his head, look up into the familiar, expressionless visor of his biggest brother. He can’t trust his voice, so he simply nods, short and tight.

Wrecker tips his head. “You can trust us,” he offers, and then adds, carefully, “and we trust you. You got our backs too, yeah?”

Crosshair’s throat constricts, but this time it isn’t the panic or anxiety that makes it hard to breathe. He forces another steady breath. And another. And another.

They trust him. They’re counting on him. His brothers. His sister.

“Yeah,” he finally answers when he can trust his voice not to fracture on the syllable.

He has to do this.

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incorrectmarvelquotesss · 1 month

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— flufftober (day 17) —

Warnings: fluff

Prompt: Outdoor Event

Pairing: College!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

@flufftober || flufftober masterlist

With the sun glaring down at the players and spectators, beads of sweat dripped down the back of your necks. Most people fanned themselves with hats while most players had wet their hair with ice-cold water. Some spectators had gone out and bought umbrellas to shade themselves from the harsh heat rays. Others had grabbed extra water bottles to keep cool.

“Bucky’s up next to bat,” Natasha said, pointing towards the dugout where he was standing with his helmet on and bat in his hand.

You grinned when you looked over and caught his gaze, blushing when he sent you a wink and smirk that told you exactly what he was thinking of. You adjusted your tank top that you wore under the jersey that Bucky had made specifically for you. With his last name stamped on the top, his number dead smack centre, and the words his girl at the bottom, there was no other jersey like it.

“And now Barnes, number 17, comes to swing. Now, as well as he bats, I think we can all agree that he’s got the best arm in the nation for pitching.”

The commentators introduced Bucky and Bucky ran towards the home plate, waving a bit as the pitcher let Bucky get comfortable.

Then Bucky placed the tip of his bat on the ground, swirling it around a bit.

“What is Barnes doing? Seems like he’s writing something before he swings. Can we get a zoom on that?”

The camera zoomed into the two letters he had etched into the gravel with a little heart next to it.

They were your initials.

The crowd gasped and then the camera cut to you for a moment before switching to Bucky, who was caught sending you a quick sheepish smile.

“Ah, the initials of his girl. Well, this is just so sweet. Boys take notes. Barnes is putting all of us to shame.”

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writing-promptsss · 10 days

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Prompt #27

"If I would lose him my whole world would crumble at my feet. The places we used to visit, the roads we used to walk on together, the music we used to listen to, the movies we watched together, the games we played, and countless other memories are intertwined with his presence. I could never look at those activities the same, a piece of him would remain in every activity we used to do together. It is a blessing to love, but sometimes it feels like a curse."

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promptsbytaurie · 6 months

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prompt #27

“Aaaaand there she goes. Goddammit.”

#prompt 27 #writing prompt #dialogue prompt

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cadrenebula · 7 months

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Prompt #27: Sole

It was just another day for this small portion of the Troupe. Just Ely, Fen, Aryn, and Ronove in Ely's apartment. Just relaxing and enjoying each other's company. Well mostly relaxing.

"Well, it's o-fish-ial," Ely crows from where she's curled into the corner of her sofa, the fire crackling merrily in the hearth. The rain beats down on the window panes and the troupe group had gathered in Ely's apartment to exist quietly with one another. "Fangs, you're formally a fin-tastic fish father." She looks smug.

Fen, reading a book on the other sofa, sighs fondly.

Aryn is groaning from where he sits near Fen drinking a cup of tea. "Seems a bit fishy to me."

"You betta believe it." Ronove smirks as he messes with his fishing kit he'd bought recently. It was better then the basic one he had started with. An his new friend was planning to teach him to make food for his fishy friends. "I dislike anchovies though, they're a little fishy."

"Maybe think about tackling jellyfish next?" Ely hums thoughtfully, "We wouldn't want them to get jelly!" She pauses at beat and then adds, seriously, "And some of them are bioluminescent, which might be pretty at night. We do like sparkly things here."

"Perch-ance," Fen pipes up, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth as he stares, stubbornly, at his book, "would it have krill-ed you to not start a pun war Darling?"

"Excuse you! I have no ink-ling of what you mean Fen! My puns are ex-squid-ite." Ely pouts at him.

"It's de-beta-bowl how skilled her puns are tonight." Aryn smirked as he sipped at his tea. "She takes every oppor-tuna-ty she can get."

"Needs more e-fish-ency. I'm going to need a minute to mullet over." Ronove was doing his best not to crack up laughing as he closed the fishing kit.

"Wow! Re-puffed by my own family. I sea how it is…" Ely pouts theatrically. "It would be shell-fish of me not to share in my gill-orious puns." She sniffs, "It's not my fault you two are all crabby."

"I'm not crabby at all. I'm scaling back on my puns for your sake. Some of your puns can be rather a-trout-cious." Aryn giggles as he makes sure he doesn't spill his tea.

"Don’t try to gill-t trip me." Ronove snorts as he grins with fangs on display. "Maybe you just need some more vitamin sea, Ely."

Ely makes a deeply offended noise, "I can't believe you're trouting my talent! The of-fin-se! I've obviously got you hooked on fishy puns now."

"Now, now. You're just trying to take advantage of every oppor-tuna-ty." Aryn waves a hand in a comforting motion towards Ely. "We can't help that it's just very catchy."

"I think she's the jelly one that we're catching on just for the halibut." Ronove smirks as he thinks. He was definitely feeling like this was something he would have done in his mortal life. Just having fun with puns. "I'll just throw her some hooks so she can stop floundering."

Ely glares at them, "You two think you're so so-fish-ticated, huh? I'll make you feel my wrasse, wait and sea, just when you least expect it."

"These puns are kraken me up," Fen says, absolutely deadpan, "The conversation is a bit lost at sea but at least you're pretty con-fin-dent in your improvisation skrills. Very oar-ganized too."

"Oh dear… She might be the sole survivor at this rate. We're sunk." Aryn laughs merrily. "If we live, we're going to need a minute to mullet over."

"We're not royally scrod yet. This is not the last craw. No surrender!" Ronove thrusts a fist into the air comically. "We'll snapper out of it before long. Because we're not fin-ished yet!"

"How gill-ant of you." Ely sniffs, "You're krill-ly a dab hand at this." A impish smile steals over her lips, "I guess you're just full of carp, huh?"

Aryn was glad he'd set his cup down. He couldn't resist laughing hard now. Waving a white handkerchief in the air as he laid there laughing. Clearly he was calling it quits.

"Oh, for heavens hake! He's drowning now. He's such a Paci-fish-t he couldn't handle it anymore. Done in by the squidding around we're doing. Should we have mercy on him or make him walk the plankton?" Ronove reaches over to poke Aryn's side as the viera is too busy laughing.

"Hmmmm…" Ely taps her chin thoughtfully, "I think we should be ab-sole-lutely sure he's really schooled, you know? We're piranha roll now and we should make sure he's not just playing koi. Make sure he's not throwing us a red herring."

"I think we've reached the fin-ale." Ronove smirking at Aryn laying there holding his sides. "He definitely seems fin-ished. And I think I've clownfished enough that I'm running out of puns myself. I'm out of practice."

Ely pouts, "I see how it is! Now that I've mussel-ed up and you two can no longer bubble-team me you've decided to shrimp out…"

Ronove chuckles and shrugs. "You win this round? I'll prepare better for the next round and then we'll see what you're aboat."

Ely sighs and tips side ways, like a maiden in a Thorne Period novel, "I guesssssss."

"You three are ab-sole-lutely hilarious." Fen hums, lips quirking in amusement, "I had a whale of a time, though I thought I might have to coral you a few times, but you stayed octo-mistic about your abilities and powered through to the fin-ish. I'm very proud of you."

Ronove snorts before sticking his tongue out at Ely and Fen both. "Apparently Fen just had to fin-ish us off. Hook, line, and sinker. I think I need more tea now."

#FFxivWrite 2023 #FFxivWrite #Prompt 27 #Prompt Sole #Please enjoy the Fish Pun War #Or suffer it lol #Whichever :D #About Ronove #About Aryn #Ely helped me with this one since I am terrible at coming up with THIS many puns #The Blue Moon Troupe #What happens when the four of them are bored and trapped inside cause of rain #Friend decided to help my lousy night with amusing fish pun shenanigans #Cause my neck is giving me a killer headache atm

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thenicestthingiveseen · 1 year

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prompt 27: fast

everybody lives au/muggle au/cw: cursing [80 words]

written for @hinnymicrofic

James Potter regretted showing his son the movie “Ferris Bueller's Day Off” because when he picked him and his girlfriend up from the police station and asked him how he could possibly get into this much trouble on a school day, all the little shit did was smirk and say, “life moves pretty fast. If you don’t stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.”

Ginny at least had the decency to pretend to be embarrassed.

#hinny microfic #but make it james pov #does that count?#muggle au #everybody lives #an ode to john hughes #hinny #microfic #prompt 27 #80 words

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my-lovely-writing · 2 years

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"Look at you, you're so sweet," Hero cooed, hugging the furball to their chest and swirling around like an idiot.

"Ugh," thought the villain in dog form, "I'm getting a headache." Admittedly, hero was kinda cute though.

#prompt 27 #puppies #dogs #shapeshifting #hero #villain #hero x villain #writing #writing prompt #prompt #look at it #no tw #humor #funny

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multifandom-disaster · 1 year

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Prompt #27

To the poor soul of a villain that decided to kidnap the hero's baby. No for an angry hero, no no no, for their spouse that as a former villain is not afraid of anything you may do to them. So please give the baby back!

#prompt #writing prompts #writing #dialogue prompt #writeblr #writing ideas #not a quote #prompt 27 #hero x villain #hero x vigilante

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perfectpaperbluebirds · 7 months

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Sicktember #27

Prompt: Uncooperative Patient

Fandom/OCs: Wagon Train OCs (Dan and Ella)

Words: 1240

Sicknario inspo: Flu season sicknario E from this post.

Author’s comments/background: Ready their first story here. Another set of OCs that I thought would only ever have one story. And yet another doctor OC lol. ( I don’t have a problem, really…) I don’t write “bad” patients very often (and I should probably change that) but there’s no better candidate for a bad patient than a doctor. So have some sick, tired, self-sacrificing Dan and caring Ella.

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It was the time of year when Ella hardly saw her husband. As the town physician, Dan was often gone all hours of the day, seeing to one ailing patient after another. It was part and parcel of the job he loved, and after all, this was why they moved west, so that he could continue to serve and treat people in the way he knew best. But the time of year when the crisp freshness of fall was grabbed away by the icy fingers of winter–the end of harvest season and the beginning of the long, miserable months of snow–was very trying for Ella and the children. Half the townspeople were either falling sick with fever or influenza or pneumonia and the other half were injuring themselves somehow or other as they prepared their barns and houses for winter, and all of them running their poor doctor ragged. This year the influenza was awful, and had already taken three poor souls, two old folks and a tiny baby. Dan was haggard and careworn, and Ella hardly less so for worry over him and everyone else.

One memorable day, Dan staggered in the door just as Ella was putting luncheon on the table for the children. He had come in the night before long after she went to bed and left before she woke, so she'd hardly seen him in two days. She greeted him warmly as the children squealed in excitement at the rare treat of having their Pa home at midday. Dan collapsed into a chair with a yawn. Ella served him a plate, getting a good look at him as she did. His color was awful; he was nearly gray with fatigue, the shocking circles under his eyes standing out in sharp relief. His nose was red, perhaps from the cold air, and the beginning of a beard was beginning to show across his chin and cheeks. He always neglected to shave when he was exhausted, not wanting to risk cutting himself with his shaking hands. She reminded herself to offer to do it for him when he had a moment of peace.

She carded her fingers through the hair around his ear, pressing a kiss to his head. He sighed in pleasure, but as his eyes flickered to hers, his attention was distracted by her visibly swollen wrist. He caught the wrist gently, pressing his fingers over it in an exploratory way. When she made a sound of pain, he gave her a questioning look.

"I tripped over a root in the yard and my wrist caught my weight when I fell. It's nothing to worry about."

"It's not broken. But why didn't you tell me? I can wrap it for you," he said, his voice husky and tired.

"You don't need to fuss over me," she said firmly. You've got enough to be going on with."

He kissed the hand below the injured wrist. "You and the children will always be my first concern. Anything you need comes before the rest of it."

"But you're so tired," she blurted out. "My needs are second to yours now. I wouldn't add anything else to your plate."

"Look at my plate, Mama!" crowed little John, and Ella's attention was diverted for the rest of the meal. Dan ate quickly and silently, aside from a husky dry cough that further worried his wife, and he seemed in danger of falling asleep at any moment. Ella also noted, though he tried hard to hide it, that he trembled with every movement. She didn't mention this right away though, wanting to wait until she could give him her full attention. Once the children were finished and cleaned up and she had shooed them away to play, she turned to her husband, but he had already stood and was pulling on his coat, making ready to go out again.

"Can't you stay and rest a while longer?" Ella begged. "Listen to the wind, there's a storm brewing. And you've hardly been home in days."

Dan shook his head. "I can't, lovely. I've got half a dozen folks to check in on yet. Long as there's nothing new, I'll hopefully be home before night."

Ella would have protested more, but it wasn't needed. As Dan turned to the door, a visible wave of dizziness overtook him. His knees buckled, and Ella watched him start to fall as if in slow motion. With speed she didn't know she had, she rushed to him and caught him before he hit the ground outright. Her injured wrist screamed in pain, but Dan suffered no harm as he crumpled into her, and at last she felt the scorching heat under his skin as his cheek met her neck. Her heart fluttered with anxiety, but she tried to keep calm.

She called for her oldest two children, and the three of them maneuvered Dan into the bedroom and into bed. The tall man was floppy and uncoordinated, but he tried to assure them that he was fine all the while. He let himself be put to bed, seemingly unable to do otherwise. Fearing the children would take ill too, Ella shooed them away again as soon as Dan was more or less settled while she went about trying to make him more comfortable, removing his boots and coat and tending to him with cold rags. He seemed to lose consciousness for a time while she worked to bring the fever down.

Some time later, he regained awareness. "Ella?" he mumbled.

"I'm here," she reassured him.

"What will I do?" he moaned. "I must go see my patients. They need me."

"I will send the children down the road to fetch Sarah and Samuel Gardner," Ella said firmly, having been thinking about it. "That pair has dogged your steps since they could walk, and with Sam in town again this winter to help his father on the farm, the timing is perfect. They can stitch wounds and give linseed oil and quinine and all the rest, and you can instruct them as needed from here until you're well. It seems you've picked up the influenza yourself unless I miss my guess, or something else just as nasty, and I won't see you get any worse under my watch."

Daniel nodded, cowed, or was simply too exhausted to argue. "Fetch the twins here to me, then, quickly," he coughed. "Before the fever pulls me under again."

This was done, and the young adults, eager and serious, received their instructions, then hurried away again with an urgency that seemed to ease Daniel's mind.

"They'll do well, never fear," Ella said confidently, watching them go. Then she turned to meet her husband's eyes. "And now you can rest and get well yourself. I'll not stand for you being uncooperative and trying to sneak away. Your mind must be on your own health now."

Dan nodded wearily. "As you say. I'm under your care." His eyes flickered open wider. "Though I'd still like to wrap your wrist if you'll allow me. I know I pulled it again when you had to catch me. I heard you gasp."

Ella smiled. He knew her too well, and was still taking care of her from his sickbed. "As long as you let me give you a shave. That stubble itches like the devil I'm sure."

A fever-hazed smile brightened his face for a moment. "It's a bargain," he agreed.

#sicktember 2023 #skt 2023 #prompt 27 #wagon train ocs

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kay-elle-cee · 2 years

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Jilytober prompt 27: "I did not wear the right footwear for this."

Thank you for the prompts, @jilytoberfest!

Casting a smile to anyone she passes, Lily quickly weaves her way through the crowd of wedding guests to the nearest exit, working overtime to keep her breathing steady and tears held back behind her stinging eyes.

It's not even that it was a particularly hurtful comment—she hears much worse things much more often—but the words, superficial as they might seem, carry so much weight that she feels positively bowled over by the crushing realization that her relationship with her sister is essentially over.

Maybe she was foolish for holding out hope. After all, she had been deliberately excluded from the wedding party. Petunia had pointedly chosen the wedding date for mid-October with the hope that Lily wouldn't be able to leave school (and was subsequently thwarted by Hogwarts' autumn break). Without their parents there to rein Petunia in, Lily doubts she would've been let into the church or reception at all.

Pushing through a side door of the reception hall, she finds herself in a well-manicured, if small, garden. The light of the party inside spills out in patches through the gossamer window coverings, a low conversational hum and muted melodies from the band offering her something other than silence in the near-darkness.

Furiously wiping away the tears that are now breaking free in her solitude, Lily crumbles into a ball with her back against the cold stone of the building, midnight blue dress pooling around her.

She shouldn't be this upset over a few words, but there was something about feeling like a pariah on your sister's wedding day that just stung, unbearably.

She had tried, really she had, to be perfect for Petunia. For today.

The sound of footsteps pulls her out of her spiral and she instinctively grabs for her wand only to remember she left it at home. Any nervousness racing through her body is instantly replaced with a mixture of confusion and relief as the owner of the footsteps round the corner.

Messy black hair. Glasses. A surprisingly sharp Muggle suit.

She feels her brows knit together as James quickens his pace to her, kneeling down beside her. "What are you doing here?"

"This isn't weird, right?" He asks nervously, his eyes scanning hers for a hint of what's caused her such distress. "You mentioned the address a few times and I know how your sister is so I just thought—"

"You'd wedding crash?" The corner of her lip tugs up and she's amazed at how something as simple as his presence can make her feel less miserable.

"I'd wedding observe," he corrects, trying for his own smile (and failing). "Or rather, I'd Lily observe. In case you need backup." She lets out a sad chuckle and reaches out her hand for his. Taking it, he stands and pulls her up to follow, asking gently, "Do you need backup?"

The softness, the care, in his voice triggers Lily's tears again and she shakes her head at his immediate concern. "I'm fine, really. It's stupid. It's just a stupid, emotional night."

James steps towards her and pulls her into his chest, wrapping his arms around her in a way that calms her nerves but still ushers forth more tears.

"Of course it's an emotional night," he reassures. Her arms snake around his waist and she's clinging to him for all that life's worth and is struck by how he feels the most like home at an event full of her family. James places a kiss atop her head. "What can I do to help?"

Lily shakes her head and steps back, looking at up him. "You've done enough by just being here. Thank you." It's with her whole heart she says these last two words, staring up into the eyes of the man that makes her feel appreciated and adored.

He gives her a lopsided smile in response and pulls her towards him, one hand on her hip and the other in his, and starts swaying them to the faint music from the band inside. They do this for a bit, Lily's heart at risk of bursting, filled to the brim with something more than affection for her boyfriend. She rests her head on his chest and feels the warmth of his breath by her ear. "By the way, you look gorgeous."

Her stomach flutters, and a smile, shy and grateful, appears on her lips. "Yeah, well," she takes a breath, "apparently I did not wear the right footwear for this." A sad laugh escapes as she looks up at him and gestures to the party inside with a nod of her head. At James' confused look, she elaborates. "Petunia claims I selfishly wore heels to upstage her. That because I'm taller than her with these shoes on, I've pulled the focus from her, and my selfishness is forever immortalized in her wedding photos."

"You don't need tall shoes to pull focus, Lil." His words come out as a murmur as he gazes down at her, adoration mixed with pain swimming in his eyes. His fingers dance at her side. "I'm sorry she said that to you."

"I tried." Lily shrugs and loops her arm around his neck and James pulls her in a little closer, all the while still swaying to the muffled music. "I really tried. But it's just not going to happen. I don't think Petunia and I will ever have that relationship again." A deep breath, exhaling all the expectations she's been holding for herself. "And I just need to accept that."

James doesn't say anything, but gently twirls her before they regain their closer position. Lily's head falls to his chest again and she hears the beating of his heart, smells that cedarwood and tobacco smell that's so James, and her nerves sing. Her fingers lift to play with the hairs at the base of his neck.

"Thank you again for coming. For knowing me enough to know I might need someone. Might need you." Lily can hear the rush of blood in her ears, she can feel her nerves fizzing in her body and only hopes her lungs will let her fill them with oxygen as she opens her mouth again.

"I love you."

In the aftermath of the words, her nerves fizz, the blood pounds, but her breathing stops.

James goes still, their swaying halted. He brings his hands to cup her face, gently tilting it up so she's looking at him. He's wonderstruck by her words, and his eyes are alight and shimmering, warm and full of promise.

"I love you too, Lily. God, do I love you."

He bends down and kisses her, and she knows. She knows James is her family now, where her heart lies, and she's the same for him.

Other Jilytober drabbles here.

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angrypaperearthquake-tbbb-main · 1 year

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Hi girl!! Congrats on 200+ followers 🥳💕

I'd like to participate in your challenge please ☺️

May I please have a: Yun x Reader, romantic, trying to hide an injury from him? But OBVIOUSLY you can't hide no wound from him hehehe 💕

Thank you 😊

Hello darling!

Thank you so much for participating in the 200 Followers Drabble Prompt Challenge event!

And what a challenge, indeed 😳 I've never written character x reader before 😅 However, I thought I would give it a try, since this is a "challenge" event and it would totally take me out of my comfort zone. @kyanma137 is going to have to tell me how I did, since she is the expert at character x reader 🥰

I hope you like it 💚

Title: A Forkful Fandom: Yona of the Dawn/Akatsuki no Yona Characters: Yun x Fem!Reader Prompt: #27 - Trying to hide your injury from them, but failing miserably Word Count: 100

“Where do you think you’re going?” Yun suspiciously asks as you try to sneak out of the room. “No where,” you respond quickly while fumbling to put your shirt on. “You’re hiding something aren’t you?” Yun asks as he folds his arms. “Me? Hiding something? No, of course not,” you answer nervously. “Then what’s that under your shirt? He asks while pointing a finger. You stiffen and mumble out an answer. “Sorry, I couldn’t hear you.” “I got stabbed,” you reluctantly answer with a sigh. “By who?” Yun asks with narrow eyes. “A fork,” you plainly answer. “Specifically Kija’s fork.”

Oh, look at me, defaulting to dialogue 🙄 I swear, I can't write anything that doesn't include dialogue. I hope you like it though 😶 I know you put romantic, and I tried to allude to them being in a relationship, but this hilarious idea came to me and I couldn't stop laughing 😂 I hope you weren't looking for something more angsty... Sorry if you were 😅

Again, thanks for participating!!! 💚

All completed drabbles will be posted on my A03 account.

#200 followers event #200 followers drabble prompt challenge #drabble prompt challenge #prompt 27 #trying to hide your injury from them but failing miserably #yun #yun x fem!reader #drabble #fic #fanfic #fanfiction #yona of the dawn #akatsuki no yona #akayona

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digthewriter · 2 years

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liquid luck drabble & art challenge | prompt # 27 (Mumford & Sons - White Blank Page and “Resolution”.) | @liquidluckdrabblechallenge

#drarry #drarry art #drarry fanart #harry/draco #draco/harry #community: liquid luck drabble and art challenge #prompt 27 #year: 2022 #artist: digthewriter

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froms8nsashes · 7 months

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the sketch i found from deviantart by Iki-Fujisaka

(i just did a google search of cross legged references even though i ended up not using it like reference sort of??)

#yangust 2023 #yangust in october #prompt 27 #day 27 #yansona #yhs #yandere high school #yhs oc #her name is ridley #she's Geode's testube daughter #Tartuis' sister #if sam and coolment can have cat/bunny ears then fuck yeah wolf ears #the fit is smth i wear #but the shirt says CIA las vegas although i'd love a shirt that says 'This is My Hooman shirt'#i have zero art experience #im more of a writer i swear

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chocoblep · 7 months

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#27: The Commission

Shev had stopped at the Armourer’s Guild to repair a boot that he’d managed to mangle the last time he’d gone out on a job. As he spoke to the armorsmith who would be handling this job, he nodded along with the assessment, and then smiled.

“Y’know, m’husband made a comment when I tried on some plate earlier this moon that I cut a nice figure in full armor. I’m wonderin’, since mine is old an’ frankly beyond repair, what it’d be t’commission a new suit. I’ve been itchin’ t’pick up th’old sword an’ board again.” Shev watched the light behind the armorsmith’s eyes glow.

“As it happens, I’m just starting to build my portfolio of work, so if you wanted a full set done for you, I’d be happy to do it for a bit of a discount in exchange for a review once you’ve used it for a bit.” The Roegadyn turned the spiked leather boot upside down to take a look at the tread, clucking his tongue. “I’ve never seen a boot this torn up before, by the by. Didn’t know you could do this to it without losing your foot.”

“Yeah, trust me to figure tha’ one out,” Shev murmured, which got him a laugh.

“Well, I’ll consider it a badge of honor if you can put my armor through its paces and still come out of it unharmed. That’s what it’s for, after all.”

“Aye. Y’got any examples ‘a yer plate? I’d be keen t’see ‘em.”

As the armorsmith showed Shev the show pieces he had, Shev watched him move, talk, and emote when he answered questions. At the end of that presentation, Shev ended up commissioning him for the set, and as he came through the front door of his home, he grinned. Anzhi was going to shit himself when he saw it. He promised himself that he’d not hint at a new set of armor, and would just wear it home one day to surprise him.

#FFxivWrite2023 #FFxivWrite #Story #A'shev Mhalikh #Prompt 27 #Sole

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lire-casander · 1 year

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#27 kissing to make them stop talking

kissing to make them stop talking original prompt list here

Carlos loves TK more than he's ever loved someone. He loves his fiancé with his whole heart, quirks and all. But that doesn't mean he doesn't want to strangle TK when he barrels into the loft, talking a mile a second, while Carlos is trying to focus on the textbook he's got in front of himself.

It's a secret he's been keeping for a while now. He doesn't know when he'll feel confident enough to share it with someone else, even with TK — deep inside, Carlos guesses he's not ready to open up about this until he actually makes up his mind. Detective Washington's words still ring in his ears, the faith she had in his abilities is still mind-blowing. But Carlos had been truthful when he'd said that he became a police officer to help his community; patrolling the streets is his way to prevent bad things from happening. However, Detective Washington was right — there's more he could be doing if he'd tackle the problems from the source and get the criminals out of the streets for good. That's why he's reading the textbook Detective Washington has given him, but it's proving to be really difficult when TK enters his personal space babbling about what he's done with his Uncle Bob on his day off.

Carlos barely has time to close the book and try to hide it behind his back on the chair before TK sits down across from the table.

"—and guess what, Carlos? Uncle Bob has promised to bring my cousins next time he comes. And he's invited us to California. Maybe we could go after the wedding, you know? I can't believe I have an extended family now! Now I feel like I can—what's that?" TK interrupts his tirade, cocking his head to the side with a curious look in his green eyes. He points at Carlos’ back. "What are you hiding there?"

"Nothing," Carlos lies. It doesn't sound convincing, not even to his own ears.

"You're a terrible liar, Carlos Reyes," TK laughs. He stands up and walks around the table until he's standing in front of Carlos, who moves along and manages to drop the book to the floor.

He covers the sound with the scratching of the chair against the floor as he stands up as well and places his hands on TK’s cheeks. "That's why I'm not lying to you," he insists. "We said no more lies, right?"

"We did," TK convenes. "But you're hiding something." He tries to watch over Carlos’ shoulder, but Carlos’ broader frame prevents him from seeing much. To stop TK from snooping any further, Carlos kicks his foot backwards under the chair and connects with the book, sending it — hopefully — underneath the couch. “Carlos, what’s going on?”

“Nothing, babe,” Carlos insists, cupping TK’s face and dropping a kiss on his lips.

The movement turns from chaste to hotter in a matter of seconds, rendering TK speechless. Carlos hopes it’s enough to get TK’s attention from investigating his activities prior to TK’s arrival back home, but he’s aware that the distraction will work only so much. He knows he needs to tell TK the truth, but he’s still unsure about whether or not this is the future he wants for himself. Carlos doesn’t think for one second that TK won’t support him — if anything, TK will encourage him to explore this new aspect of his professional life. It’s Carlos who’s not ready to take that step with his fiancé right now.

He has time, he tells himself as he kisses TK some more. There’s always plenty of time.

#lire's 40 to the 40s #prompt 27 #prompt 27: kissing to make them stop talking #tarlos #tk strand/carlos reyes #carlos reyes/tk strand #spoilers to s04e15 #911ls #911 ls #911 lone star

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cadrenebula · 2 years

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Prompt #27: Hail

Adelena grimaced down at the book on her bed. Inside might be answers. Might not. But it was what the captain had given her when she’d gone knocking. Asking questions about her father. She’d figured if anyone had known who he mother had been with, it would be the captain. Her mother and the captain had been close.

She’d not found what she wanted to do with her recently gained free time. So she’d begun to wonder about the truth of where she came from. No, that wasn’t exactly right. She knew she was a Siren and had been born into the life. Her mother had been a Siren since before she was born. But that left her to wonder who her father had been and where he’d come from.

Mother never had the natural magical talent that she did. So that meant it had to be from her father. But rarely did any of the mothers among the Sirens talk about the ones that sired their children. Her mother hadn’t been the exception in this.

But the Sirens didn’t have nearly as much work right now with current happenings. Some had already taken up other jobs in the downtime. But Adel hadn’t found anything that called to her. Not for a lack of trying either. What was she if not a Sanguine Siren? Who was she?

Grimacing down at the book that was her mother’s private journal, left in the care of the captain. What answers lay within it? Did she really want to know the truth of what sort of man her father was? Invade her mother’s private thoughts written down?

She’d told Keten before she didn’t give a damn who the man had been who helped sire her. For the most part she still didn’t give a damn. Should just ignore the journal and find something else to do. But some part of her? Wanted to know. If for no other reason than to spit on him.

With a deep breath that is let out in a sigh, Adelena opened the journal and began to read. Akir the otter came up to snuggle in her lap as she scoured over the pages.

#FFxivWrite2022 #FFxivWrite #Prompt 27 #Prompt Hail #About Adelena #Time for Adel to start looking into who daddy was #Since it's him that she gets her magical talents from #An most of her looks #Decided to keep mom a highlander but played with her overall look some #Her looks are a mix of mom an dad but mostly dad for sure

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