#filled prompt

[kanthonyprompts]

Hello!

I filled prompt #140 from @harnitbee. I hope did this right!

Here is a link to the one-shot on AO3.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/76603901

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Thanks for sharing!

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[beatleskinkmeme]

Hi I filled the prompt: https:// www.tumblr.com/beatleskinkmeme/ 690328261815828480/bottom-john-for-christ-sake-there-is-enough?source= share

(make sure to take out the spaces to look at the link)

My fic: https:// archiveofourown .org/works/ 72519016

Prompt: BOTTOM JOHN FOR CHRIST SAKE!!!! THERE IS ENOUGH BOTTOM PAUL, AND SOMEONE DO A MANLY PAUL ONE I'M TIRED OF FEMININE PAUL, ALL HE DID WAS HAVE EYELASHES

Fic:Rabbit Heart

[yourheartonfire]

Reporter finds out that their city's hero is corrupt, and they make it their goal to expose them to the public. Somehow they fall in love. (Can go plucky reporter who openly confronts Hero, or cautious reporter who knows a corrupt hero is dangerous, so they get close under false pretenses to find evidence.)

Prompt courtesy of @thepenultimateword

"Wait. No. What is...?" The reporter's throat had gone dry as sand. They slapped the composition book shut, thrust it back into the gold paper wrappings. But it was too late. Afterimages of dates and names and dizzyingly high sums danced before their eyes - all in the hero's own neat handwriting.

"It's the proof you wanted, darling," the hero said, a dreamy smile on their lips as they gazed at the reporter through the candlesticks. "All the money I've been extorting from our city's villains in exchange for turning a blind eye to their wrongdoing. Happy one year anniversary."

The reporter stared from the hero's face back down to the gift, so beautifully wrapped. They had gotten the hero designer sunglasses. "You knew," they said. It was meant to be a question but... no. This was not a surprise. Somewhere over the past year, this had become an inevitability. "You knew I was..."

"Investigating me? Seducing me?" The hero chuckled and rose. The reporter managed to quash their flinch as the hero picked up the reporter's empty plate, then their own. "Darling, I spend my life foiling schemes. Yes, of course I knew."

The reporter sat, flooded in an adrenaline rush so strong they wondered if they were having a heart attack. The door to the hero's penthouse apartment was forty feet behind their back. Their fingers itched to grab that notebook and run - but some survival instinct kept them frozen to their chair as the hero prowled the dishes off to the kitchen.

"So," the reporter said evenly. "You've just been... toying with me, this whole time?"

"Toying with you," the hero purred, returning to cock a hip against the table and give the reporter that half-feral smile they had only ever seen behind closed doors. God help them, the reporter felt themselves blush. "Yes. That's a good word. You decided you'd try to seduce your way into my confidence, to uncover my secrets. So..." The hero traced a finger along the reporter's temple, teasing a lock of hair out to run between their fingers. "...I set out to seduce you back. And you win."

The reporter blinked. "What."

"You win." The hero gave a fond little tug to their hair and then let go. "I've fallen in love with you. So."

"You cant love me! I'm here to expose you!" The reporter scrambled backwards, clutching the notebook to their chest as if the hero hadn't just handed it to them, literally gift wrapped. "You've been blackmailing villains!"

The hero shrugged without a blush of shame. "Only those who would have bought their way out of the justice system anyway. Why shouldn't I cut out the middleman and use their money for crime-fighting?"

"Crime-fighting? You're lining your pockets!" The reporter waved a hand wildly at their luxury surroundings as they backed away. "The food, the clothes, the whole lifestyle!"

"And I'm the last hero of my generation still standing," the hero said, calm and steady as they paced forward. "You think that's a coincidence? Or you think it's because you and I both know sometimes doing the right thing means bending a few rules along the way?"

The reporter stopped dead again. "What are you talking about?"

The hero's hand closed on the reporter's wrist and - yanked was too harsh a word. It was a pull and a spin, like the sun dragging a meteorite into its gravity well and suddenly the reporter was wrapped up in the hero's arms. In their lover's arms, their back pressed to the hero's chest.

"This," the hero hummed into the protagonist's ear, swaying them both to the soft music trickling from the hidden sound system. "A year of lies and blurred lines and compromises to get your story. Hardly the stuff of journalistic ethics seminars. What would your friends and colleagues say?"

"So it's blackmail," the reporter whispered.

"If that's what you want. We could destroy each other. Or..." The hero's mouth pressed to the sensitive spot on the reporter's neck. They almost melted. "Or we could see what happens next, with all our cards on the table."

"You can't be serious." The reporter jerked away. The hero let them go. "You want to keep dating?"

"Of course. You're gorgeous, clever, a little reckless, and you have that flexible morality thing. It's like you were made for me. Like we were made for each other." The hero gave them a once-over so blatant the reporter blushed again. But they didn't move to corner the reporter. "Go home, think about it. Take the notebook."

"You won't chase me?" the reporter said before they could stop themselves.

The hero's grin widened. "How about I give you a head start?"

The reporter fled to the sound of the hero's laughter rattling in their chest.

[romanticgumchewer]

my whole life loving you | rhett abbott x oc

Summary: "we always used to have sleepovers as children, why would it be weird now?" aka what if they were childhood best friends to lovers? huh? what then? (wc: 3393)

Requested: YES by @saltynametag

Warnings: childhood best friends to lovers trope, idiots in love, a sex joke involving doggy bedsheets, and SUPER suggestive at the end there + a cliffhanger on where that situation goes

✎……uh...if ya want me to finish out what happens at the end there just lmk...

✎……MASTERLIST || NEXT INSTALLMENT

It is a truth universally acknowledged that children of ranchers stuck together. Even if one of those ranchers specialized in cattle and the other in horses. 

Tessa Abernathy and Rhett Abbott were no exception to this truth. They met when they were just four years old, their fathers having brought them along to the local tractor supply to pick up a few things for their respective ranches. Both Royal Abbott and Nathan Abernathy set their kids down for only a second to look at something. But then the little tots were gone. Nowhere to be seen in the large store. They were only missing for about five minutes — neither of their fathers were even all that worried. Royal and Nathan wandered up on the two of them standing side by side on an overturned bird feeder box, looking at the baby ducks under the heated lamp.

The two of them were inseparable after that. Pre-school and kindergarten, elementary to middle school — their friendship even lasted throughout high school, when some childhood friendships were most tested. Kept together through their love of the rodeo and each other. Weekends spent at one or the other’s houses, when they weren’t traveling with the rodeo team. Pictures up in their bedrooms of shared bathtubs when they were still little, pillow forts with Nintendo 64 controllers in hand, vacations one or the other tagged along on, and dances where neither of them could think of someone else to go with. Neither of them could imagine a world where the other wasn’t in their life. It seemed impossible, when they had spent nearly their entire lives knowing and caring for and teasing one another.

Everyone expected, their parents included, that they would get together eventually. That they would finally realize that they loved each other as more than friends, bite the bullet, and start dating. But it never happened. High school came and went and the subject was never broached or even brought up once — even amongst their other friends.

Even though they both, at the time, secretly harbored crushes on the other. Little fleeting things they hoped would just go away with time. Because they were best friends. Had known each other forever. They couldn’t possibly be a couple. They would drive each other mad. Or at worst, it would ruin their friendship forever. And neither of them wanted to take that risk. So the crushes went away with time, and friends they remained.

The children of ranchers stuck together like glue.

Rhett had just finished helping Tessa move into her new place. A little cottage on her parents’ property that was entirely hers to do with whatever she wanted. Her own place after living at home for twenty-three years. She didn’t think it was that special. She was still living on her parents’ land and even renting from her parents, but Rhett thought she was lucky. She was out of the house, with her own space but still some responsibility. He would kill just to have one of the lofts in a barn to himself. But he was happy for her, even if he was a little jealous.

It was late by the time he pulled out of her driveway, the sun dipped low below the horizon and the moon hanging high in the sky. If they were younger, he would have just stayed the night. Not caring or even thinking about the implications of it. But now he was older. Now, he understood that Tessa was a woman, in every sense of the word. With soft curves and pink lips and zero inhibitions about being as close to him as possible. Now, he knew what all that could mean — what it meant to stay the night with a woman like that. 

And he knew Tessa didn’t want that from him. Never has, and never would.

Even if that twisted up something inside him he refused to understand.

But, he was about halfway home when his phone started to ring with a call from her. A picture of her sitting on top of her horse grinning ear to ear back at him greeting him as he picked his phone up from the cupholder.

“Hey, sunshine, I forget somethin’?” he questioned, small smile on his face as he answered her call.

“Um, no…” Tessa answered, voice sounding small and a little afraid.

Rhett sat up straighter as he drove, prepared to pull over or turn around at any second. “Wha’s wrong?”

“S’nothing,” she replied instantly, but when he didn’t say anything back she sighed and went on. “I jus’ feel weird bein’ here alone, s’all.”

His shoulders relaxed, his grip on the wheel loosened. He should have known she would react like this to her first night alone. Tessa might have been on the quieter side, but she was a creature of the den. She liked when there were people around, noise and comfort. Knowing that she wasn’t alone. But there she was, all alone in a little two bedroom cottage for the first time in her life.

“Y’r parents’re righ’down the road,” he said lightly, even as he pulled over into the shoulder and made sure no one was coming up or down the dark road.

He knew what she was going to ask before she even had to say it. 

“I know, but —” There was a pause as she sighed, Rhett could practically see her in his mind’s eye standing there with the phone pressed to her ear, bottom lip caught strong between her teeth. “Can you stay the night? Jus’this first night. Please?”

“M’already turned around. Be there in ten,” he said, pulling back out onto the road. “I better get extra pay f’r this.”

Her laugh, soft and gentle through the phone, was like music to him. “How ‘bout I have hot chocolate ready when ya get here?”

“Yeah, that’ll work. N’breakfast in the mornin’?”

“Yes, n’breakfast in the mornin’, ya bottomless pit,” she laughed again.

“Wait, you even have eggs?”

“Yeah.” He heard the fridge open in the background. “Ma insisted we stock up the fridge n’cabinets before we moved any’a my stuff in.”

They stayed on the phone and talked until Rhett pulled back into her driveway. He didn’t need to ask to know that she wanted him to stay on the line until he got there. He just knew.

He didn’t even knock before he came inside. Just pushed open the door and took off his shoes, greeted by the smells of hot chocolate and Tessa humming under her breath as she stirred the pot it was in. Always from scratch, never from a packet with her. She smiled over her shoulder at him as he approached, pushing his hair back from his face with a returning grin.

It felt…Domestic in some way. Her standing in the kitchen, him coming home to her, the house all to themselves. Rhett wasn’t the type to imagine things often, save for a ride he was minutes from undertaking. But he could just picture coming up behind her and wrapping her up in his arms. Pressing kisses into her neck just to make her laugh. Making her sway to the song that wasn’t playing but they both heard. Coming home to her every day for the rest of his life.  It felt so real, so effortless for him to do. For them to do. As he approached, he nearly did just what he imagined. His arms instinctively reached for her. It swelled up something inside him that, again, he refused to understand. He refused to acknowledge as he got down the mugs he put away only hours before instead of living out his fantasy.

“Thank you, f’r comin’,” Tessa said quietly as she ladeled out the steaming beverage into each of their mugs.

Rhett shrugged with a lopsided smile. “Y’called.”

They drank their hot chocolate in relative silence. She didn’t have all her furniture yet, so they had to squeeze together on an oversized armchair and watch some crime show on her laptop. She leaned her head on his chest, their legs tangled together as they somehow managed to sit comfortably, and again there was that feeling. That fantasy bubbling up in Rhett’s mind. His heart. His gut. How he could so easily put his arm around her and press his lips to her head. How some part of him wanted to end every day just like this. With her by his side. How he could just so, so easily pull her into his lap and kiss her like he’s always wanted. 

Like he’s always wanted? Rhett fidgeted with his empty mug, completely lost on the plot of the show in front of him. Has he always wanted to kiss her? Love her as more than a friend?

Has he been in love with her his entire life and has only just now realized it?

A kind of heat he wasn’t familiar with flooded his chest as the idea dawned on him. As the answer hit him with the force of a raging bull. Because of course he’s spent his entire life loving her. What else was he supposed to do? It’s almost what he was made for. To love Tessa Abernathy. The girl who ran away to look at ducklings with him. The girl who encouraged him to follow his dreams of becoming a bull rider in the first place. The girl who took care of him when he broke his ankle and his arm at the same time. The girl who forced him to go to prom. The girl who had spent her whole life loving him, too.

When the episode was finished and both of their mugs were emptied, Tessa disappeared to wash them out and put them in the sink. Then she came back to where he was still leaned back and spread legged in the chair with a sleepy smile.

“Y’ready f’r bed?” she asked.

He blinked up at her for a second. Could nearly picture her reaching out a hand, ready to drag him to their shared room where they could hide under the blankets from the world. But she wasn’t doing that. She was just looking at him with that tired smile and her hands messing with the hem of her shirt.

“Yeah,” he finally sighed as he pulled himself from the armchair. “Got any clothes f’r me?”

“You sleep in y’r boxers,” she pointed out, even as she led him back to her room, the bigger one on the right side of the hall.

She only had a full bed and a box spring for now. Little by little she would buy all the furniture she needed for the place, make it her own. Earlier in the day, Rhett thought her excitement about her own place and having her own furniture was endearing. Maybe even cute. But now he couldn’t stop thinking about going with her to test out bed frames and couches, moving it all in his truck and getting thanked for a job well done with a few kisses. Rhett shook his head as he followed her into the sparse room, pushing a hand through his hair again. 

He needed to get his head on straight. Tessa was just a friend. His best friend. Always had. Always would be. 

And there was that twisting in his chest again. Sharp and brutal as a knife.

How could he spend his whole life loving her and be just her friend?

“S’cold,” he explained simply, “N’it’ll be even colder out on that armchair.” 

She looked over at him with a furrowed brow as she opened one of her boxes of clothes. “M’not makin’ you sleep on that thing.”

“Where’m I sleepin’ then? The floor?”

“In here — on the bed — with me,” she said it simply, like it didn’t crush something in his chest.

“Tess…” He tried to think of what to say, how to excuse himself from having to share a bed with her when it was all he wanted to do.

“Oh, com’on. We used t’do it all the time as kids,” she argued, not finding what she was looking for in the first box and opening another.

“Yeah, cause we were kids.”

“S’not like this’s any different.”

Her words felt final, like there was nothing more he could say that would make her change her mind. And Rhett didn’t know if he wanted to make her change her mind. So instead, he stood there and stared at the bed they would soon be sharing. Just like when they were kids. No big deal.

After a minute of digging through a few boxes, Tessa presented him with an old pair of his sweatpants and a t-shirt from the high school rodeo team. Also his. He narrowed his eyes at her as he took the proffered clothes she had clearly stolen at one point or another. But she just rolled her eyes — he couldn’t tell if the blush on her cheeks was him imagining things again or not.

Again, they got ready for bed in silence. Moving around each other like they had been doing it for years. Tessa offered the spare toothbrush she had for when she needed to change out her own. But all the while, something was building and twisting and knotting itself in Rhett’s gut. Anticipation? Worry? Guilt? Desire? He didn’t know and he wasn’t sure if he wanted to. 

He just wanted to get through what was bound to be a sleepless night in the same bed as his best friend. Just so she didn’t feel alone. Just so she felt comfortable and safe. God, he would do anything to make her feel that way. Even if it left him uncomfortable and wanting.

Even if it made their little world crumble down around them.

“Y’re in Montana nex’week right? Big rodeo up there?” she questioned as she pulled back the covers, an extra on her side so she wouldn’t get cold.

“Yeah,” Rhett replied, pushing back his hair again. “Migh’even’ave a chance t’win big.”

“Maybe I could…Go with ya r’somethin’,” she spoke bashfully, sitting down by her pillow.

He gave her a look. “Thought y’had that big girl job now — they just gonna let ya have a week off?”

“S’all remote work. Imputin’ numbers and balancin’ books — borin’ but it pays. I could, I don’know, work at the hotel durin’ the day when I have to n’then be there at the rodeo at night.” 

“Could be fun,” he said with a shrug and a smile. “Like the good ole days.”

“C’n even sneak down t’the pool past closin’, if ya really wanna relive those days,” she chuckled lightly, picking at the sheets.

“If’s the good ole days we’re both drunk on straight vodka, which, honestly…” Rhett groaned as he laid down on his side of the bed. “The memory of makes me wanna hurl.” 

“Yeah, might be too old f’r that bit now.” 

They both laughed at that. It was true, they were getting older. Tessa got a degree and was working a full time job now. They still probably drank and partied too much, but they hardly ever stayed out past midnight anymore. Pretty soon they would be sipping wine or IPAs at dinner and not staying out past nine. The idea, despite Rhett not regretting a single thing about how he lived his life save for still living at home, sounded nice to him. If he was sipping wine and IPAs at dinner with her. If he was calling it a night and curling up on the couch to watch TV with her.

He wanted to do anything and everything with her.

But then he noticed her sheets.

“Hol’on, y’still have these sheets?” he asked incredulously as he pulled part of the fitted sheet up to a point, looking up at her with a smile and a raised brow.

“Back off, I still like these,” she replied, cheeks pink as she shoved at his shoulder.

They were green and fleece, which were both fine, especially now that it was getting colder out. Rhett’s only complaint, and really his only tease, was that they were covered in little cartoon dogs. And he remembered them being on her bed when she was twelve. That was over a decade ago and she still had them on her bed. Rhett grinned at her again as he worked on straightening out the wrinkle he had made.

“I don’know how I feel abou’sleepin’ on ten year ol’ doggy sheets,” he prodded.

“Jus’do it doggy style then,” she replied.

Then went red in the face, shifting her blue eyes over at him with her lips pressed into a thin line. They both knew what she said. They both knew what she meant and also what it sounded like. And usually, Rhett would have just gone on teasing her. Disipated the tension by pointing out what she just said and bringing it up for the next several days. But he just couldn’t. Not when it felt like there something lodged in his throat and he was just now noticing her warm thigh pressed up against his own.

Not when his imagination, suddenly so active, was showing him images of Tessa, his best friend he’s known since he was four, on her hands and knees for him. Her skin bare and sweating, a forming bite mark on her ass, her back arched, and whining high in her throat for him to come closer. Just to come closer. Looking back over her shoulder at him, so much like she did in the kitchen, only now her eyes were glazed over and she was begging him to be inside her. Filling her. Loving her. 

Rhett coughed awkwardly as he pulled the covers up over his lap. 

“Well, good night,” Tessa offered quickly, voice high-pitched and her cheeks still bright red as she turned off the cheap lamp on the floor beside the bed.

Then she flopped down onto the bed beside him, blankets yanked up to her shoulders as she curled up on her side. Facing away from him. And he tried his best to just lay back on his pillow and go to sleep. He really did. But how could he when his mind wouldn’t stop and the object of all his desires was laying right next to him? When he couldn’t stop thinking about kissing her and kissing her and kissing her and kissing her? When he could feel the heat coming off of her skin and she was so close he could nearly touch her? There was no way he was making it through this sleepless night now. Not when all of it, his desire and his love and his years of longing, were bubbling just beneath the surface of his skin. Like a pot about to boil over on the stove.

Before he even knew what he was doing, he was rolled over onto his side and tugging at her arm. She rolled over to face him without any fight, just a sigh like she knew this was coming. 

“Look, I get it what I said was dumb —”

“Sunshine, I — I can’t do this,” he muttered out as he looked at her face in the blue light of darkness.

She just looked at him confused. “Do what?”

He didn’t know how to say it. Didn’t know how to articulate anything that was on his mind or on his heart. His mouth opened and shut a few times, trying to find the words that would speak it all into existence. But it just wouldn’t come. He couldn’t force it, even if he tried. It was all blank save for the pulsing need between his legs. His need for her. That really had been there all along. Even when he didn’t know it. 

So instead, he reached out for her and blindly took her hand beneath the covers. The furrow between her brows seemed to deepen as he dragged her hand across the small distance between them. But her mouth popped open and her chest heaved when he pressed the palm of her hand against the bulge in his sweats.

“R-Rhett…” she whispered, voice wavering and unreadable.

“F-Fuck, please, sunshine,” he breathed back, pushing further into her hand, further into her space. “I-I can’t anymore, please. Need you. Need you.”

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[legolasghosty]

"doing an activity you’re both terrible at, for a good old laugh" for willex for the date prompts? 👀

I'm so sorry this took so long... But here ya go! Hope you like it!

It started, as so many things do, with a joke. 

Reggie had asked Alex about how his date with Willie had gone the night before, and Alex had told him about poofing up to Portland to see the tour cast of Frozen. He and Willie had been watching clips of Let It Go on YouTube and it had been driving them both crazy that they couldn't figure out how they did her dress transformation. So naturally, they went backstage and watched the whole process.

It had been an amazing evening, and Willie had pressed a soft kiss to his lips outside the studio before heading back to the now safe and improved HGC. 

But when Reggie heard about it, he laughed and made a joke about how the two of them could never seem to go on 'normal' dates.

Alex knew his best friend hadn't been trying to be mean, or even really thinking about the words, but they’d stuck in his head. Which was why a list of top date ideas was open on the laptop Julie had set up for him and the other guys. Willie deserved the best the afterlife had to offer, and Alex wanted to make all of the sweet, cheesy date dreams that ever existed come true for his lovely partner. But the issue with the list was that most of the things listed were either boring or just wouldn’t work logically for them, either as people or as a pair of ghosts. 

“Try out a new restaurant?” It wasn’t like they could make themselves visible and tangible for long enough to make that work.

“Sit down for a nice cup of coffee?” Dull and very overdone. Plus, now that Dante and Fuego had taken over running the HGC following Caleb’s downfall, the two of them had nice drinks all the time.

“Go to the beach?” They did that all the time, either just the two of them or with the rest of their friends.

“Throw a casino night?”

Alex groaned and shut the laptop. The two of them had more than enough of gambling after Willie accidentally signed their soul away, almost 35 years ago. He set his laptop on the coffee table and leaned back against the couch. This was hopeless. And pointless. It wasn’t like the two of them weren’t having fun on their dates. Alex was pretty sure he would enjoy pretty much anything as long as he was doing it with Willie.

As if the thought had summoned his boyfriend, the air in front of Alex rippled as Willie poofed in.

“Hey Lex, what’s up?” the skater asked cheerfully.

Alex returned the bright smile and grabbed Willie’s hand to yank them down onto the couch with him. “Not much,” he answered once Willie was curled into his side. “Trying to figure out what ‘normal’ people do on dates.”

Willie stared at him for a moment, then laughed. “I mean, who needs normal when you’re dead and gay?” he joked. Then his tone got a bit more serious. “I love our time together, Alex. It doesn’t matter what we’re doing as long as I’m with you.”

Alex felt his cheeks flush at Willie’s repetition of his earlier thought. He leaned in and kissed Willie gently, reveling in the warmth of their lips. 

Then Willie pulled back, a mischievous grin on his face. “So, can I see the normal people date research?”

Alex chuckled and grabbed the laptop with one hand, keeping the other arm wrapped securely around Willie’s shoulders. It took a second to get it turned on and pull up the list, but soon they were huddled together over the list, laughing.

“I don’t think campfires are legal this time of year in the city…” Alex pointed out when they got to number 10.

“If we wanted to look at antiques, we could just go hang out at the HGC for a while,” Willie joked, looking at idea 17. “Caleb left behind all kinds of weird stuff when he got banished.”

“We’re too ace for reading steamy romance novels to really do much,” Alex mused at 21. 

“No, we’re just too sarcastic,” Willie teased, poking Alex in the side.

“Who needs an open house to explore other people’s houses?” Willie mused a few minutes later when they hit number 28.

“We can’t do bar trivia, we’re both underaged,” Alex said in regard to number 40. Willie opened his mouth to protest, but Alex just smirked and stole a kiss instead.

“I skate all the time,” Willie laughed at number 50. “I’d probably be flying in circles around you on the ice rink.”

“Have you never been?” Alex asked, caught off guard. Ice skating seemed like something Willie would love.

“Never had a reason to,” Willie responded with a shrug. “So who knows, maybe you’re a secret figure skater and you’ll be doing fancy jumps over my head or something.”

“Hardly,” Alex chuckled. “I’ve never been either.”

“Okay, it’s decided!” Willie exclaimed, pushing themselves up off the couch and grabbing Alex’s hands. “We’re going ice skating.”

“Right now?” Alex asked, setting the laptop to the side as Willie pulled him to his feet.

“Yeah why not?” Willie responded, grinning. “You’re free till dinner right?”

Alex glanced around the studio. Luke was visiting his parents and Julie and Reggie had gone to one of Carlos’s baseball games, so there wasn’t anyone to make him stay. “Yeah, let’s go,” he decided, lacing his fingers through Willie’s.

The world spun for a moment as Willie poofed them to a large mall. “I think they have a rink here,” they explained as the two of them wandered inside.

It took them a while to find the booth of skate rentals, but once they made it in, it was fairly easy to find skates that fit. Thank God for sizing charts all over the place.

“These already hurt my ankles,” Alex chuckled as he stood up.

“Well that’s just cause-” Willie started, then broke off as he almost fell into Alex. “Woah, okay, this doesn’t feel stable,” they stated, holding Alex’s arm for support.

“Agreed,” Alex muttered, wobbling a bit on his own skates. “Maybe it’ll be better once we’re on the ice?”

“Here’s to hoping,” Willie answered, carefully stepping forward toward the open gate. 

It was, in fact, not better on the ice. Alex was pretty sure his feet had been attached to little motors going opposite directions. They kept sliding away from each other and making him almost fall.

“How is this so hard?” he complained, gripping the wall.

“I don’t know,” Willie groaned, trying to slide forward without his feet slipping out from under him.

Alex kept a hand firmly on the wall, but managed to glance over his shoulder at his partner. Willie’s cheeks were a bit flushed from the cool air of the rink and their hair fell loose and free around their shoulders, framing his face. Even while wobbling like a baby giraffe just discovering its legs, he was beautiful.

“See something you like?” Willie smirked, catching him staring. 

“Just my boyfriend,” Alex shot back, grinning at the way their face turned red at the term. They were more of a flirt than he was, but Alex still knew just how to fluster him.

“Shut up.” Willie moved forward, trying to shove Alex, but suddenly their feet slipped out from under them.

He yelped as he fell, grabbing at Alex’s arm in an attempt to steady himself but just pulling both of them down to the cold ice instead. Alex banged his elbow painfully against the ice, wincing as he sat up.

“Wow, this is what I get for being sweet,” Alex said sarcastically, though he couldn’t quite keep his smile down. Sue him, he liked doing things with his partner, even if said things sent tingles through his arm from a jolted funny bone.

“Should teach you to leave the flirting to me,” Willie joked. They tried to get a foot under them to get back up, but it immediately slid away from their body on the slick ice. “Why is this so hard?” he demanded.

“I have no idea,” Alex laughed. He managed to scoot over to the wall, hoping that something to hold onto would help him get up, but his feet just refused to stay still. “I figured you’d be good at this, even if I wasn’t,” he admitted. “You’re the skater boy.”

“I was guessing you’d kill this,” Willie responded a bit sheepishly. “You have way more actual dance training. I just worked with Caleb for forever. Figure skating is basically dancing, right?”

“But like… with ten pound weights attached to your feet apparently,” Alex agreed. “How in the world do they do all those fancy jumps and stuff like this?”

Willie shrugged, clueless, then joined him by the wall. “Maybe if we help each other, we can get up?” they suggested. “Like I’ll use my feet to keep your feet in place, and then you can give me a hand up?”

Alex nodded, shifting to try and get his feet under him again. It took them a few tries, but eventually they were able to stumble back onto the narrow blades of their skates. They resumed their slow circle of the rink, now clinging to the wall even tighter.

“How do you move forward without using the wall?” Alex asked a few minutes later as he tried and failed to get any momentum outside of using his hands to push off.

“I think you kinda lean forward?” Willie responded uncertainly. “That’s what the cool people in the middle are doing at least… I think.”

Alex turned to watch the more advanced skaters doing spins and leaps in the center of the rink. They did seem to be leaning forward a lot. He turned back to the wall, trying to lean forward like they were doing.

“Hey, I think I’m getting it!” he exclaimed, finding a rhythm and sliding along near the wall. Maybe he could do this. Maybe he could even let go of the wall for-

“Oof,” he huffed as he fell onto the ice. He glanced up at Willie sheepishly. “I fell,” he said, though that was probably really obvious.

“Hey, you were really going there for a second though,” Willie chuckled, keeping his death grip on the wall with one hand as he offered the other to Alex to help him up.

And so it continued, with them beginning to settle into the motion and then falling down again and again. By the time the alarms beeped to clear the ice for resurfacing, they were both worn out and banged up and their fingers and toes were frozen solid. But they were both laughing, and they clung to each other’s hands as they stumbled to a bench to remove their skates.

“Let’s never do that again,” Alex said decisively as he pulled his aching feet from the hard plastic of the skates.

“Agreed,” Willie answered, sitting crisscrossed on the bench and shivering. “I’d like to keep my reputation as a cool skater person.”

Alex stood and grabbed both sets of skates, his damp socks feeling strange on the weird plastic of the floor. He poofed over to the skate rental booth and found the places they’d snagged the shoes from to return them. When he got back to his partner, they’d grabbed their real shoes and were lacing up their beat up Vans. Alex dropped down beside him and tugged on his own sneakers.

“You know what today needs?” Willie said suddenly, sitting up. Alex looked up, eyebrows raised in question. “Hot chocolate,” Willie stated. “Nice warm drinks to warm the ice formed in our souls by our defeat in this massive place of ice and… spending too much money?”

Alex stared at him for a second, then burst out laughing. Willie joined him after a second, leaning on Alex’s shoulder as they giggled. “You’re so right,” Alex said once they had their breath back. He pushed himself to his feet and held out a hand to his boyfriend. “Shall we head back to the Molinas’ then?”

“After you, hotdog,” Willie answered, taking Alex’s hand and standing.

They poofed back to the Molina house, glad to find the kitchen empty of humans or ghosts. Alex grabbed the milk out of the fridge while Willie found the cocoa powder and the sugar. They mixed the ingredients together in a small glass pitcher, then placed it in the microwave to heat up.

“I’m still kinda cold,” Willie mused as they waited, leaning back against the counter. He shot a smirk at Alex. “Think you could help me?”

“Hmmm, I think there’s some blankets in the living room,” Alex teased, even as he moved into Willie’s space, pressing him back against the counter. “That could do the trick nicely I think.”

“Well me having blankets wouldn’t help you though,” Willie countered, hands snaking around Alex’s neck. They brushed a finger against the sensitive skin under Alex’s ear, making him shiver. “See, you’re cold,” they smirked.

“Maybe we just need to turn up the thermostat,” Alex returned, leaning in closer, his mouth only inches from Willie’s.

“Then Julie would get mad,” Willie pointed out. 

Alex could feel his words against his skin. Eh, he could give in this time. He leaned in the rest of the way and pressed his lips against Willie’s. Willie sighed as he pulled Alex closer, fingers tangling in his hair as they kissed. Alex relaxed into Willie as he deepened the kiss, letting them chase away the last of the lingering chill from the ice rink. 

Just then, the microwave beeped, telling them the cocoa was done. Alex pulled back a little reluctantly, not bothering to remove one hand from Willie’s hip as he reached over to pull the pitcher out onto the counter. Willie turned around to grab two mugs from the cabinet, leaning back against Alex’s chest as he set them on the countertop as if unwilling to lose the contact. Alex snaked his arms around Willie’s waist to pour the cocoa, not wanting to let go of his partner.

“You know, I might not mind going ice skating again if it ends like this,” Alex commented softly as they settled on the couch with their steaming mugs.

Willie snuggled into his side and threw one leg over his lap. “But see, we could just… skip all the falling and shivering and bruises and start at this part instead,” they proposed, grinning.

“You make a good point,” Alex laughed, setting his mug down to guide them into another kiss.

Yeah, it had started as a joke, but Alex thought it had turned out pretty well.

[wyattjohnston]

Can you write please “Is that my shirt?” and “You’re getting on my nerves.” with Freddie Andersen? Fluff/sexy related? 😘❤

“You’re getting on my nerves,” Freddie said, his eyes not even leaving the television.

You rolled your eyes and sat back down on the cushion beside him with your arms crossed. You knew you were getting on his nerves, had been doing it purposefully, because he hadn’t paid you any attention since the game started. It wasn’t even an important game—just a regular, mid-season, out of conference game.

It wasn’t often that you got this way, most of the time you were right there watching the game with him. Sometimes, sometimes, you needed a little extra bit of attention.

You stood up and left the room, rolling your eyes again when you glanced over your shoulder to see that Freddie hadn’t even blinked. If he wasn’t going to pay you the attention that you need you had ways to get him to notice you.

Hanging up in the closet were his jerseys. It was dirty pool to pull one off its hanger—one of his, specifically, and not one of yours. It was even dirty to drop it onto the bed and strip naked before you pulled it over your head. He would know exactly what you’d done because when you left the living room your pyjama pants had been long and exhaustingly bright.

Despite wanting to saunter and play it up, you were calm and casual as you stepped back into the room. You pulled a hand across his shoulders when you walked behind the couch. Waiting for a stoppage in play before your next move was paramount so you stayed behind him, your hand gently on his shoulder as you waited.

The stoppage came, finally, and you made your way back to your seat on the couch, making sure to go the long way and walk in front of him.

“What’s got you so invested, huh?”

“They need—uh, hello,” he said, changing thoughts midsentence. His eyes grew three sizes, his hand reached out seemingly of its own accord to touch the hem of the jersey. “Is that mine?”

You smirked at him, did a quick spin so he got a good view of his name across your back. “You’re going to pay attention to me now?”

“I can probably do that,” he said, tugging at the hem of the jersey again to get you to step closer.

You shrieked in surprise when his hands met your waist and he pulled you swiftly into his lap. The kisses he pressed to your neck were heated and despite the dizziness that was taking over your mind, you were able to reach out blindly for the remote control so you could switch off the television and finally have all of Freddie’s attention.

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Thank you for your manners. I hope this is what you were after :)

[hottubraccoon]

Tumblr prompt “Do it I dare you"

“Do it I dare you.” Caleb smirks wickedly, innocently swinging his legs out of time over the edge of the cliff. Joey scoffs in response and leans back to look out at the midday sky.

“It's way too high up, I'd get myself killed.”

Caleb tuts, “It's like, ten metres buddy. Into *water*. Unless you plan on belly flopping…” He tried to raise one eyebrow to mock his friend but ends up with a stunned look on his face. Joey smothers a laugh at the expression.

“Just cannonball it. You'll be fine! Camilla told me that she’s done it.”

“Camilla lies to you because she knows you’re gullible,” Joey retorts, his voice wavering at the end when he peers over the edge of the cliff curiously. Caleb doesn’t notice and gasps, clutching at his chest dramatically.

“She wouldn’t! She’s my friend!”

“And *my* friend is trying to make me jump off a cliff. I think both of us would benefit from making new ones.” Caleb laughs with his whole body then, head thrown back and shoulders shaking.

“Fine.” Caleb says when he’s collected himself again. Then he stands and makes a show of stretching his arms above his head. “I’ll go first.” He takes long steps backwards until his back hits the next cliff face behind them, winks at Joey, and bolts forward. He jumps at the last second and shouts some nonsense that’s lost into the wind as he falls.

Joey’s heart jumps and he scrambles forward on his hands and knees, the tiny stones on the hiking trail cutting into his palms as he goes. He holds his breath as he stares over the edge to see a large white dot in the waves appear, then Caleb’s head comes up and Joey sighs. The boy’s warm brown skin shines in the sun, and he waves his arms and tries to shout something again, but again, it was lost. Joey’s relief escapes him in a sudden laugh, until he’s bent over cackling at the sea below him.

*Alright, my turn*, he thinks as he stands and tugs off his hoodie, plain tee and shoes. He steps back to the cliff face like Caleb did and blows a stray blonde hair out of his eyes as he steels himself.

Joey’s momentum carries him much further out than he’d expected from a short run. There’s a dizzying moment in the air where he feels like he’s just hanging in the cold air like a big blonde cloud that will be swept away by the force of the wind. Then he’s falling. He cries out, his shout echoing against the cliffs, until he’s swallowed by the sea and flailing uselessly.

Caleb is there. Well, his hand is, and he pulls the bigger boy up to the surface. Joey sucks in huge gasping breaths, and his hands shake as he lets go of Caleb’s hand and pushes his fringe out of his face. Caleb is grinning wide enough to hurt his cheeks and in a moment that’s very unlike the young boy, he stays quiet.

The smile is infectious though, or at least the adrenaline of the jump has gotten to Joey’s mind, because he grins back just as wide and his blue eyes sparkle in the sunlight.