Hiiii, I don’t know if you’re still doing the lestappen prompts but how about the second one?
2. “Please?” “Those eyes won’t work on me this time.”
Ask, and you shall receive, my sweet. ❤️
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2. "Please?" "Those eyes won't work on me this time."
"Please?" Charles asks again, looking up at Max from beneath those ridiculously long, full eyelashes.
His green eyes are shining in the gleam of the fluorescent lights above their heads.
"No," Max says, looking away from Charles and glaring at the man standing next to him instead.
He knew this had been a bad idea. Had known it the second Charles spotted the sign of the animal shelter. Had known it the moment Charles had convinced him to go inside, 'just to have a look, Max, I promise'. Felt it in his gut as Charles had spotted the three-legged shiba inu puppy with the big, brown eyes and gasped. Started regretting every life decision that had lead him to this point as the shelter worker had opened the door to let Charles into the pen.
The puppy had climbed into Charles' lap the instant the Monégasque had sat down on the floor, and now there were two pairs of puppy eyes looking up at him.
Only one set of them belongs to an actual puppy.
"Please?"
"Those eyes won't work on me this time," Max tells him with a huff, crossing his arms across his chest.
"But Max, look at him," Charles insists, as if that's the issue here. As if Max hasn't seen the puppy and isn't aware of how cute he is.
Max is aware, thank you very much.
"Charles, we can't adopt a puppy. The cats would hate it. The puppy would hate it," he points out.
The shelter worker decides to pipe up at that.
"Actually, this one has lived with cats before and he loved it."
Max glares at him again, and the man promptly stops talking.
"Max, please."
"No."
Charles sticks his bottom lip out in a pout. He looks ridiculous and Max kind of hates him.
"Pretty please?"
"We're not getting the damn puppy, Charles. End of story."
It's the end of the discussion, and Max feels confident that he's managed to get through to Charles this time.
Until Charles' bottom lip fucking wobbles, and Max is desperately trying to understand how this has become his life.
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Charles names him Emilian, and Jimmy and Sassy fucking adore him.
Would you write a short one where whumper fancies whumpee and wants to keep them for themselves, but there is just the matter of the whumpee’s gf/bf.. inlcuding threats please?
"You again..." Whumper scowled when Caretaker stepped in between him and Whumpee. "I thought I told you, my love," he tried to speak to Whumpee, "I wanted to meet with you. Alone."
"Like hell," Caretaker spat, holding an arm back to keep Whumpee behind him.
Whumper barely saw two wide eyes staring back at him, looking over Caretaker's shoulder. Those beautiful, big brown eyes, completely fixed on him – as they should – and threatening to spill tears. He mellowed at the sight of it, shoulders relaxing and his head tilting softly to the side, allowing himself a soft, fond sigh.
But he also didn't like what he saw. The cowering was delicious, yes, but covered by that pesky Caretaker, blocking his view. His prey. Who was clinging to him like he was the centre of their world. The only thing he saw now was a trembling hand, finding Caretaker's and squeezing it tight.
His face crinkled lightly in disgust.
"I would spare you the hurt," he sneered in response, "of him giving you up. Because he will, either to save his own skin, or because he's tired of you."
“Yeah, keep dreaming, freak,” Caretaker snarled.
But Whumpee pulled at their partner’s arm in warning and whimpered softly at the threat. The most beautiful sound, in a gorgeous voice that sent shivers over Whumper’s spine.
"My darling, I could give you the world," he shifted gears and almost spoke in a whisper. "Everything you’ve dreamed of. Travel, jewelry, yachts, a private beach..."
"Could?" Caretaker interrupted again. "At what cost, hm?"
"I would worship you. I would take care of your every need, every want. Let you bask in the warm sand, let all your troubles melt away and be swept off by the waves of our paradise. You would have no more worries. It would just be us."
He took a step closer and Caretaker merely pressed his partner closer against him, shielding them. "All I ask in return," he said, extending an open hand, "would be the same devotion."
Caretaker scoffed at that but he ignored it.
"You can have everything you want."
Whumpee gulped and glanced up at Caretaker. "I want Caretaker," they said in the smallest voice. "Nothing else."
Whumper's face fell. "I could rip you from his lifeless arms, you know that, right?" he snarled, all devotion and tenderness in his voice sucked away by a sudden quiet rage. His open hand clenched into a fist and he pointed a single finger at the pair.
"But I won't. But don't mistake me, you should reconsider. You should make the right choice. Before one day, you wake up in bed, the sheets sticky and heavy with red around you and your precious Caretaker next to you, dead."
He backed away slowly, reluctantly, keeping his eyes on them.
"And you'll have no one and nowhere left to go."
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🤩- What's your current most prominent hyperfixation?
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You seen ice age 4 where the sirens lure in the characters by pretending they're someone they love? And how the mammoth realizes it's not his family when his wife says he's always right and she'd never say that? What would be the sentence that'd make your OTPs realize it's a siren and not the real thing? :OO
Oh, my God. I LOVE that idea! I hope others will do the same with their OTPs 😂
Let's see...
Odette would realize it's not the real Thrax when the siren says:
"I love you."
Because Thrax doesn't say that so directly. She can count on one hand how many times he's said those three words, not just to her, but in his entire LIFE. He shows it, doesn't tell it.
Thrax would realize it's not the real Odette when the siren says:
"Tell me I'm beautiful." or "You make me feel beautiful."
Odette knows she's beautiful and hates that particular compliment because men in her life have often treated her as beautiful decoration and nothing else.
To everyone who has sent me a request for a prompt list, I promise you I am working on them! And I’m so, so sorry that it’s taking me forever to do them!
I don’t know why but every time I sit down to work on them I instantly get writer’s block, and it sucks.
How Daniel/ Lando would react to intimidating Dads and brothers of their girlfriends 😳 like meeting them for the first time, being pulled aside and having the whole “if you hurt her…” kind of talk
Daniel :
Daniel knew you had a big family, but well you told him that you had 3 overprotectives brothers and dad, at first he joked about it, but you could sense that inside he was a bit worried.
For him you were the love of his life and it was important for him because your family was everything to you and he wanted to have a nice relationship with them.
When it was finally the day to meet your family, Daniel was his usual goofy self to hide a little it of his anxiety during the ride to your family hosue.
During the whole lunch Daniel stay quiet, testing the vibe, letting you catch you with your father and your brothers, they were more muscular and tall than you had imagined and he was quite intimidated by them.
By the end of the lunch he as feeling a little bit more himself, trying to makes some jokes that made everyone laugh.
He thought he was okay when the brothers suggest to go do some dirt bike only between men in the afternoon. He was happy because he loved dirt bike and finally had something to bond over than you of course.
What Daniel didn't know is that everyone in your family had accept him and already loved him in your family because he was making happy and feeling safe, that's all that was mattering to them, but they still had a little plan to tease you and scared you a little bit.
They ride bikes in the wild forest until they arrive at an hill where they all stop.
It was quiet and they were all enjoying the view in silence before your dad decide to take Daniel on the side and talk to him privately.
" If you better not ever hurt my baby girl Ricciardo, you saw us I bet you know we can crush you "
That where Daniel face turn white, your dad was right, they could literally end him by how impossive they are.
The brothers came to the discussions acting all serious and scary a bit before the younger one was the first to break character and laugh.
" Dude you should see your face right now, don't worry you are good, we like you ... You a little small but you are good brother. "
They were all goofy around and lighting teasing him as they head home
" But yeah for real, dude if you hurt my sister, we will find you and we will kill you, nahhhh kidding, wait ... am I ? "
That was the second brother and from now on Daniel was sure accept in your family but in the back of his head he always kept this phrase in mind even if he don't have any intention to leave you EVER !
Lando :
Lando grew up in a big family, he was a little brother, but he was as well a big brothers to his two sisters, so when you told him that you had 3 big brothers and that they were overprotective with you, he understand totally and was repecting it very much.
Of course he was anxious and intimidated by them when he first meet them, but they somehow bond over the fact that your brother were strangely trusting him quickly from the fact he was as well a big brother and was like that with his little sisters.
Sometimes though, your dad and your borthers were teasing him, scaring him a bt, it wasn't mean or anything but just to remind him that no matter how they loved him they will find him if he make you suffer.
In the end Lando was confortable with them and end up being friends and even going out and do golf or others stuff together.
They spend so much time together sometimes that you were ending up being jealous of their relationship
You weren't worried because you wanted to have your life with Lando and was happy for everyone to be in such a good relationship, but sometimes you wanted your boyfriend only for yourself.
They had inside jokes and special things between all of them and even if when they were serious Lando was a little bit mistrusful and always on the lookout, they always had a great relationship and you were so glad for it !
How about the prompt “Please stop rolling your shirt sleeves up, it’s terribly distracting” with Mazlek?
Rami had a hidden talent only a small iota of people knew about. While he was a talented actor, that was hardly hidden. He could play the piano fairly well, though he considered that to be more of a learned skill than a talent. What most people didn’t know was that he had a small studio to himself, one covered in bed sheets over the floor, the smell of wood and canvas heavy the air, displays of acrylic and watercolor all over the room in pops of color that seemed to jump out to each person who was lucky enough to be let inside beyond the closed door. It was here that Rami only let in people he trusted, let them see a side of him so very few people were allowed, and for good reason. He didn’t need this part of him exploited, be found out to the press and constantly hounded about this. This was private, a secret that was just for him. As much as he loved acting, as it fed his soul, it also drained him in more ways he liked to admit. This was where he came to rejuvenate.
Rami could paint.
He enjoyed the process, enjoyed that it was something that forced him to take his time, something he couldn’t rush. Painting forced his brain to slow down, take in the fact that each new creation was something that had to be done in steps, a methodical process that stemmed from patience and consistency. It cleared his head and he loved knowing that each new blank canvas was a new opportunity. It wasn’t uncommon to find him in the space, dressed in a ratty t-shirt and old college sweatpants, painting knives in hand, working a new canvas while three other ones that were ongoing works in progress were off to the side. Music was a constant companion, having different playlists to get his head in the zone and stay there while he worked, which added to the overall feeling.
He was humming along to Queens of the Stone Age when Sami poked his head in. “Hey, Ram?” And he whistled when he spotted one of the canvases off to the side. “Wow. Is there anything you’re bad at?”
“Instagram, as we all know.”
“You’re not awful at it, you just hate it.”
“It creeps me out.”
“You’re so weird.”
“So we’ve established, but being weird has gotten me this far.” Rami grinned and reached for one of the face towels he used as a paint rag. “Can I help you?”
Sami was still admiring the unfinished painting. “It’s beautiful.” He looked up. “Yeah, Joe is on his way up.”
Rami nodded his thanks, glancing at the painting Sami was enamored with. “Thanks...I’m not sure what it’ll be yet, though I have an idea. Some of them are so clear in my head and others are less so.”
“How do you know when you’re finished?”
“I don’t. Some of them are forever works in progress.”
Sami hummed. “That’s a fitting metaphor for a lot of things, isn’t it? Well, if you do ever decide this one is finished, let me know. I’d love to see it.”
Rami beamed. “Course.”
Sami clapped his shoulder. “I’ll leave you be, won’t want to mess up your sanctuary for too long.” He shot Rami a teasing grin, who laughed.
“Oh shut up.”
Sami grinned again before he slipped out, and Rami could hear him greeting Joe with a friendly “sup, Mazzello?” And he smiled. He loved that his twin and boyfriend got along. He wouldn’t have known what to do if Sami hadn’t approved of Joe.
“Hey, you” Joe smiled, stepping inside and closing the door. He wrapped his arms around Rami’s waist, kissing him lightly. “How’s it going in here?”
“Great, better now,” Rami smiled. “Missed you.”
“I missed you too,” Joe said, taking a seat on the spare chair in the room, one of the few that wasn’t covered in paintings. “Whatcha working on?”
“There was a smile in Rami’s voice as he turned back to work. “I hope so.”
Joe sat back and watched as Rami started up again, taking in his boyfriend. He loved seeing Rami like this, knowing how he truly was one of the few who got to do so. He was dressed in normal clothes today, trousers and a button down shirt, rather than the usual old sweats, sleeves rolled up at his elbows and Joe sighed.
Rami didn’t turn around. “What is it?”
Joe sighed again, a long suffering expression on his face. “Can you please stop rolling your sleeves up like that? It’s terribly distracting.”
Rami grinned slyly. “Oh, is it?”
“Yes.”
“I’m sorry for your pain,” Rami said dryly.
“You should be. Do you have any idea how hard it is to focus on anything with you looking like that?”
Rami looked down at what he was wearing in amusement. “Good to know you think I look good in a stained apron.”
“You look good in anything, you know that. Especially with your rolled up sleeves. What happened to the oversized shirts and sweatpants?”
Rami shrugged. “Didn’t feel like changing today, I had an interview earlier.” He looked back at Joe over his shoulder, smirking. “Why, should I change? Would you prefer I went shirtless?”
Joe’s mouth went dry as the image of Rami painting, shirtless with his muscles on full display entered his mind. “Yes. Change of plans, please, please do that.” Rami laughed, a sound filled with mirth. “I won’t have to be distracted by your forearms if I’m distracted by your whole torso instead.”
“If I took my shirt off, you wouldn’t let me work,” Rami said in amusement, dipping the knife in the burgundy paint. “You can deal with my forearms and rolled up sleeves for the time being.”
“Babe,” Joe whined, and Rami rolled his eyes. “I would let you work! It would just be a..different kind of work.” He grinned when Rami burst out laughing, now smearing the paint in even strokes on the canvas. “C’mon, what do you say you take a break?”
Rami sighed, it was his turn to have a long suffering expression on his face. “Why did I let you in here?”
“Because you love me.”
Rami beamed and softened. “I do.”
“And because you love me, you’ll take a break?” Joe extended his hand out for Rami to take and Rami watched him before he sighed and slipped out of the apron, putting the painting supplies down before straddling Joe’s lap.
“You’re incorrigible.”
“Yet we’ve established you love me.” Joe kissed him then, pulling Rami close before he stopped to unbutton Rami’s shirt, making quick work of it and helping Rami slip out of it. He ran his hands over Rami’s shoulders, feeling the muscles there before moving further down to Rami’s biceps. “Yeah, this was a bad idea.”
“And whose fault is that?”
“Clearly yours for being so damn attractive.”
Rami blushed. “Your idea though, claiming I was distracting you. We’ve always known you’ve had poor judgement.”
“Rude,” Joe said without any heat behind it, and he kissed Rami again, molding the kiss into some more until they were making out, soft moans against each other’s lips. “And you are distracting me now...but I like this outcome much more.”
“Me too,” Rami murmured, and he kissed Joe again, languid and sweet. “I am glad you’re here. Even if you don’t let me work.”
Joe chuckled. “You are working, it’s just a different creative license.”
Rami snorted. “Oh is that so?”
“Yes, completely” Joe quipped. “Wouldn’t your other talents to go to waste, you know. I’m only looking out for your well-being.” And he grinned when Rami started giggling again, leaning his head on Joe’s shoulder, and Joe played with his curls, tugging gently.
“I can’t believe you.”
“You can. You signed for this after all.”
“I did! That’s true.”
“Because you love me.”
Rami sat up, staring at Joe with a soft expression. “I do.”
Joe leaned in for another kiss. “I know this was a joke but one of these days I really do want to see you paint shirtless. It would be so hot.”
Rami smirked. “Noted. That’s for another day, though. What were you saying about looking out for my other talents?”
Joe kisses him fiercely. “We can’t lose those. That would be a travesty.”
“Certainly so. Painting can wait, I suppose.”
“It better,” Joe pulled him more firmly into his lap. “Because I have other plans now.”
“Before you do,” Sami suddenly interrupted, seemingly appearing out of nowhere, an exasperated look on his face. “Learn to close the fucking door, will you? I don’t need to be eating and seeing you two sucking each other’s faces off while I do. Good god. Did you not eat lunch?” And he left as abruptly as he came, closing the door as he did, but not before he peeked in again. “Also, dont fuck with all those paint fumes around. That’s a bad call, and I know you two aren’t that stupid.”
He left again and Rami laughed in mortification, burying his face in Joe’s chest as he called out, “sorry Sami!”
“No, you’re not!”
“I’m really not,” Joe said in amusement.
Rami swatted his shoulder. “Joe!”
Joe giggled. “It’s your fault. You and your rolled up sleeves and those damn sexy forearms.”
Rami kissed him. “Next time I’m doing it on purpose. And you’ll be left to suffer with it.”
