#finished prompt

[nocek]

Ok it took forever but I think I'm done! I'm pretty proud of the reflections :3

the top part ughhh... For something so simple I struggled so hard before going I. Full circle and deciding that actually simpler looks probably better and whole thing would be too busy witch characters and all the reflections in the bottom part lol

Lineart is here

[yuri-on-ice-action]

Nonsexual nudity victuuri fanart by cremezin_ on Twitter for @okidokiokami. Full NSFW image can be found over on Twitter.

[otomiyaa]

🎉💕 Congratulations my friend for 1K!!!!! ☺️

I really adore your inconsequential behavior on tumblr. 🤭 Thank you so much for writing, even if you said/planned otherwise, thx for writing tiny and bigger masterpieces and for this 1K event.

I discovered a specific name on your list ^^ and I would love to read something from spy x family, written by you. 😍 May I ask for:

Loid Forger (lee or switch)

Romantic

34. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

Congratulations again, you’re awesome!!! 🎉💕

Thank you deariee! I just posted it, would've loved him to be a switch but ended up choosing lee Loid 🤭

[krystelovesanime]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

For @fotibrit

I hope you like it! I changed up some things from the prompt that was given, hope that's alright! 

[bassomega]

(assuming newly deserter/switched faction starscream) After a lost battle, unable to return to the base until contact with the Ark is re-established, starscream denies an injury while taking op to safety.

ngl anon I wasn't sure if I understood this one correctly, but I tried so I hope you meant fluff and kisses and ss safeguarding his husband bcs that's exactly what this is and hating both factions equally

on another note, congrats! you marked the last prompt man! whack

[felicityollies]

Olicity Fall Prompt

Trouvaille Chapter Two:  Person A is a customer who is obsessed with the way Person B, a barista at a local coffee shop, makes their pumpkin spiced latte every morning. 

Prompt from: @olicitytropes

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/23856472/chapters/65364484

[mattie-writes-nonprofit]

She didn’t know how they got away. It was almost by magic. And, luckily, her brother didn’t get much farther than a mile, so she caught up quickly and started to keep him at a steady run.

But once the sun was set, she let them both catch a breath. However, with that came the questions.

“Lil, what happened? Why are you all bloody? And why did we have to run?” Tristan asked, in rapid succession. “I’m-I’m scared.”

With the last bit, she couldn’t just leave him with nothing. She pulled him into a hug, trying to not get any blood on him. “It was... It was wolves. Bounty hunters. The people from the field.”

“...Did they hurt you?” he asked quietly, his voice almost a whisper.

She held him even tighter. “Not-not much, kiddo. I’ll be alright.”

“So... why did we have to run?”

Lilith sighed, resting her head on his. “Because they’re dangerous. If they catch us, we’re going to get separated and I don’t want that to happen.”

He quieted down and she wasn’t about to tell him what would really happen. They would be killed very, very slowly in place of their parents. Because of the crimes that their parents had committed. 

And she wouldn’t let Tristan go through that. If it happened to her, fine, but him? She would kill every person on the planet before that.

But, for tonight, they slept.

And once morning came, Lilith opened her eyes to see a wolf sitting in front of her. That woke her up faster than anything. She stalled on waking her brother up because of that.

“Why are you here?" she asked, her voice a hoarse whisper.

The wolf looked surprised that she was talking. "Oh, uh, I just want to talk. I swear. Sorry about my sister, by the way."

"I don't care. I don't want you near me or my brother. You're a bounty hunter."

He nodded, tapping his legs with his fingers. "I, uh, don't want to be one, if that helps."

"It doesn't."

"Look, uh... I don't know your name, it's a family thing and... I looked into why the council wants you two and... I think it's unfair." He sighed and smacked his head gently. "What I am trying to say is, I want to help you."

Lilith sat up to block the view of her sleeping brother. "And I want you to leave us alone. I'm going to guess neither is happening."

“If you don’t want me to help, fine.” He put his hands up. “But I will get my sister to leave you be.”

She was just suspicious now. “Why?”

“Didn’t I just say I want to help?”

She gave him a look before her gaze snapped to the side. She shook her brother awake and he was already grabbing things as soon as he sat up. However, right before they ran off, she turned to the wolf. “If you find us again... I’ll consider it.”

But after that, they were gone.

[cigarettesandharringrove]

Can I get uh,,,, provoked with a dash of aren't we a thing, then why are you flirting :0

Oh gosh yes, I need this. Lets get this roller coaster goinggg because im a sucker for jealous steve!

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Steve wanted to blame Nancy for taking him to Jocelyn K’s house party, because Jocelyn was on the cheer squad (popular in the school) and Steve knew she had a thing for bad boys which explained why Steve wasn’t invited since being demoted from Keg King to Babysitter. But Jocelyn definitely had an obvious thing for not just any kind of bad boys, no, more specifically a bad boy with unruly blond locks and tantalizing sapphire eyes, Billy Hargrove.

And Steve couldn’t really blame her, Billy was something else entirely. Most people considered Billy a selfish, prideful jackass, and they weren’t wrong to some extent but there was a lot of sides to Billy. Sides that Steve got to find out in secret, like Billy liking camping and swimming in lakes, making fires, and hiking–he always has a morning cigarettes at the lake shore at the crack of dawn alone. But Steve would bring him coffee and they’d watch the sun rise together. 

But right now, Steve watches from across the living room Jocelyn playing with her long brown hair, giggling extra loud to make sure the whole party knew that she was hitting on Billy ‘bad boy’ Hargrove.

Steve’s gut burned, watching Billy talk to her with no apprehension and a cigarette between his lips; the mixture of alcohol and jealousy was making him shake the red solo cup in his hand. Because despite how much time they spent during spring break together, they still acted like strangers at house parties in Hawkins.

 Then, Billy’s eyes swept the room, finally landing on Steve’s, of course Billy’s gaze would make Steve’s feet stay rooted to where he stood, he always got stupidly choked up with Billy’s intense eyes. He watches Billy put out his smoke and take a swig of beer, there’s a playful smirk on his lips as his eyes trail back to Jocelyn. And Steve is seeing red as Billy leans down to let Jocelyn whisper in his ear, and the smile grows on Billy’s face–no, no, no, her arms were wrapping around his bicep and it all felt wrong as Billy let her.  

The burning sensation travels up to Steve’s throat and he’s fuming. What. The. Fuck.  

Before she can take Billy and lead them into some random room in the house, Steve weaves through the crowd towards them with tunnel vision. Once he got his hand on Billy’s arm, he could see the entertained grin that danced across the teen’s smug face.

“Harrington, I’m busy here.” Billy teases, making it seem like he cared about Jocelyn. Steve knew better than that, because he knew Billy didn’t have eyes for anyone at this party but him. 

“We need to talk now, Billy,” Steve slurred out, shooting Jocelyn a warning look of ‘don’t try me right now’.

Steve could blame the obnoxious amount of alcohol he had consumed, or the brooding jealousy that made him want to punch Billy for looking at anyone but him. Steve knew it was unfair, but fuck if he didn’t feel hurt seeing Billy smile down at Jocelyn and the intrusive thought of him sleeping with her–no, Steve wasn’t okay with that no matter what state his mind was in. 

It didn’t take long for them to find an empty room and locking it behind them, “Alright, Harrington, what is it?” Billy took a seat on the edge of the bed as he observed Steve pace the room. 

Steve finally managed to stop himself from pacing and stood in front of Billy, both setting their drinks down as they soaked in each other. 

“Isn’t it obvious?” Steve retorts in the same insincere manner that Billy did. “Or do I have to spell it out for you, Billy?” 

Billy rolled his eyes, “You’re mad about that chick from downstairs?” 

Steve felt his cheeks burn and his throat tighten, he wanted to slap Billy right then and there. Their eyes meet as Steve shudders out, “What are we, Billy?” it came out like word vomit, and right now, Steve kind of wished it had just been vomit because it would be easier to clean that mess up than this emotional one.

 Billy’s brows raised, a sudden realization sweeping over him, “… Steve…” 

“I want to know, aren’t we a thing? Since spring…, or did you do all this just to mess with my head?” Steve managed in a low, broken voice. He wanted to be angry at Billy but all he felt was a pain in his chest. 

“I’m not trying to mess with your head, Steve…” Billy grabs Steve’s hand, pulling him between his legs as he stares up at Steve with a particular look of earnest. 

“Then why did you flirt with her?” Steve looked away, down at the floor, somehow feeling ashamed that he was this invested in Billy when they hadn’t even made things official.  

“She was flirting with me but I told her I only got my eyes on one person,” Billy slowly reaches his hand up to cup Steve’s face and firmly guide the older teen to look at him. “And that’s you, Pretty Boy.” 

“Don’t lie to me, you smiled at her,” Steve retorts bashfully, suddenly feeling self-aware that he was pretty drunk and getting lost in Billy’s eyes. 

“Because she was asking me to introduce her to Tommy,” Billy shakes his head and grins, “you know, you’re hot when you get jealous, Pretty Boy.” 

Before Steve can manage anymore words he’s roughly shoved into a kiss that makes him see fireworks as he closes his eyes. God, he wanted it, no, needed Billy on him now. The feverish pressure of Billy’s persistent lips makes Steve moan, inviting Billy to deepen the kiss; tongues hotly mingling and a mixture of cigarettes and alcohol flood their senses. 

When they finally pull apart, Steve whispers against Billy’s lips, “Mine.” and Billy nods his head with a smile. “Yeah, feelings mutual, Pretty Boy.” 

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 This was so much fun to write!If you wanna send me anons, or prompt requests, feel free to! This one was from this post!