“Here’s another for you, love of my life,” Arin smiled, piling another present on top of your unopened one you already had.
You laughed and set both presents aside, “I’d say I’m shocked there’s more but I saw the amount of bags you were trying to smuggle past me after you went out shopping. But why don’t you open something?” You looked around and spotted the gift you had been anxious to give him for the past few weeks. “Here.”
He took the gift but he set it aside and passed you another present, “Oh, come on. I can open things later.”
“So can I and I have been all morning. It’s your turn,” you urge. “I think you’ll like it. Well, I hope you will. Come on, open it.”
Arin sighed and eyed the pile of presents next to you. You shoved them a little further away and that was enough to get him to take the present back into his lap and he started tugging at the paper.
You chewed your lip as you watched him slowly open the box. A hand unconsciously slipped to your stomach, though as soon as you realized what you did you dropped your hand not wanting to give him any hints.
You watched as he smiled then laughed as he saw the sweater you had gotten him, “Oh, this is good.”
“It is?” you asked hope, swelling in your chest.
“Oh, yeah,” he snorted and held the “#1 Dad” sweater up. He even took a minute to put it on. You were beaming at this point. “Dan is going to get a kick out of this. I’m so wearing this on the next power hour.”
Your smile fell a little as you could tell he thought his gift was a joke. Luckily, you had planned for this. You took the top box of the stack Arin had given you and you opened it. Arin gave a curious look as he realized the gift wasn’t something he bought. It was something you had asked one of your close friends to make because you knew your husband all too well.
You slipped the shirt on and gave Arin a big grin.
“Proof I had sex with Arin Hanson,” he cocked his head a little as his eyes trailed to the arrows pointing at your stomach.
“It gets funnier with time,” you casually mentioned.
A light seemed to go off as he looked from the shirt to the sweater he had on and back. “Is it going to be funnier because you’re going to have a baby bump?” he asked in an excited rush.
You nodded as you started to tear up slightly, “We made a baby, baby.”
Arin shoved presents out of the way so he could tackle you into a hug. You giggled as he kissed all over your face before moving down to your stomach.
“Hey, little one,” he started as he rested his head on your stomach, “It’s your daddy. I just found out you existed and I already love you.”
SO. Yeah. I haven’t updated much since late last year / early this year for many reasons. One such being a number of mental health issues, of which I am currently hospitalised for.
SO - a practice of trying to do a pleasurable activity is something I hope to do by writing, because I used to love it so much and then that switched. I’m happy to give it a try now though, because I want to attempt to try and like and enjoy it again.
So prompt me. Please!
And please, please don’t be upset at me for not doing the prompts I currently have in my inbox - I’m sure those with depression understand my struggle.
Much love,
Amanda
(READER INSERT FIC REQUESTS ONLY!)
I apologise! First family stuff, then my anxiety ramping up over the holidays, and now (and for the next three years) full-time Uni!
Anyways, if you’re okay with an unreliable posting schedule (because hah, I love you guys but I’m at uni for my dream career) then just keep sending me requests for the following: one-shots, flashfics, and tsf’s. Please remember that sometimes prompts for certain things (eg. oneshots) might not work for me and become something else (eg. a tsf), and other times it’ll work so well and something (eg. a tsf) will become something more (eg. a oneshot).
Now, whilst I’m fiddling with the look of the blog, keep sending me your requests. I’ll get to them one day, I promise!
So full time uni is taking up my time from now on, but do you guys have any suggestions for things I could do quickly on the mobile app that aren't necessarily creative writing?
A quick peek at the planning of a new Danny x Reader story.
> Cue Danny having no idea what to do, and saying to Arin at some point “Do you remember how this whole thing started? You asked me about ‘the one that got away’. God, she wasn’t the one that got away - she was the love of my life, and I just abandoned her! I left her in Paris, expecting to talk again when she got back to the States, but-” hiccup, “But I was just selfish, and cruel. God, what have I done Arin? She doesn’t even want to be friends with me!”
Please, please please, keep in mind that this is the planning stage of a story. This preview, whilst likely to happen in the story, might not happen.
How about some Ross x female!reader fluff? I really love your writing btw
Thank you lovely! Sorry it’s taken me so long to get to this, but as I’ve said before: I write for me, and when the inspiration strikes is when it’ll be done (whenever that me). Thanks for waiting! :)
Found the following prompt on @otpprompts and just had to do it. If you like any of their prompts, feel free to send it in.
Imagine your OTP in an amusement park, where person A challenges B to take a ride with them on a divecoaster. Person B, however, even though frightened by height, accept the challenge and, during the ride (maybe during the jump) says something like: “If i survive to this, you’ll have to marry me.” If A accept B’s proposal is up to you.
“Sure Ross, I promise that I’ll marry you – but only if you actually go on this ride with me. No backing out last minute.”
You beamed at Ross, happy that he finally agreed to go on what he called ‘the most terrifying ride in the world’. Sure you had to promise you would marry him, but promising to spend the rest of your life with him, even if it was in jest, made your heart pound and your stomach fill with hundreds of butterflies. The fact that you knew Ross was just joking to assuage his nerves, made your own nerves that’d come from his statement lessen. One day, you promised yourself, one day you’d have your dream wedding with this man – even if you had to be the one to propose.
One thrilling, blood-pumping, heart-racing, dive coaster ride later and you were stumbling through the exit of the rides area, laughing at Ross’ terrified look and hair that looked like it had been struck by lightning, and was now pointing in several different directions. You snapped a picture of him, in all his sullen-faced and electrified-hair glory, immediately intending to post it to your own Instagram account, with the caption ‘Woops, guess I have to marry him now.’ However, just as you were about to post the image, you were stopped by Ross’ hand on your shoulder. Your smile dampened, shoulders sagged and your laughter died away.
“Oh, sorry.” Your hand holding your phone dropped slightly, “I guess I shouldn’t post that. I can, uh, delete the photo as well, if you’d like?”
For a moment there was just silence, Ross didn’t respond and you said no more. You went to delete the post, and then the photo, when you were yet again stopped by Ross’ hand on your shoulder.
“I didn’t even get to propose properly!” he beamed, “And besides, wouldn’t you at least like to have the ring before you post a picture?”
However I will stop at 10. No more, no less. If you want to be shipped with one of the Grumps or Mark then send your details in quick! Details I need are: Age, Description of Appearance, Description of Personality, and anything else you feel like adding! Say as much as you want, but make it fit in one 'ask' only!!
