The idea of Ingo sneaking off to his brothers side at night is eating me up. Its so cute. But honestly its probably Emmet who insisted they share the bed. Hes the more impulsive one from what i understand. Im guessing his impulsiveness is what really gets this au off the ground. I just find the idea so cute of one of them not being able to sleep without seeing the other is safe.
~prompts
I think it’s especially Emmet who starts it. (As opposed to Ingo.) Especially after having a nightmare of Ingo being taken or disappearing again.
He probably starts the habit of bringing Ingo to his bed, so he can Know that ingo is there and that he’s safe.
Hi, I wanted to know if it’s okay to use past tense of any word for the April prompt list? Like say, you use the word “reward”, would it be fine if I were to use “rewarded”. Or is it only the words listed that can be used?
Absolutely! The prompts can be changed to any tense you like. They’re just there to inspire, there’s no rigid guideline 😊
I've noticed you've done stories about Danny and the parents walking in on loubbie. Do you think you could do one where the met team walks in on them and finds out their dating?
I’ve done a couple with the team! Check out these below:
Not realizing they’re holding hands until team notices:
Team walks in on Debbie using the strap:
Debbie and Lou forget about movie night with the girls:
But since most are just catching them in the act and not being surprised they’re together, will make sure this one is centered around them finding out they’re dating!!
“Lou, stop it,” Debbie giggled, swatting the blonde away as she attempted to kiss Debbie’s neck once more. “The girls will be here soon and they still don’t know.”
“Well, now that the job is done, maybe—“
“You know how far we are from the finish line,” Debbie sighed. “Have to get everyone on board with Daphne. There’s Frazier. And Becker. And fencing all the diamonds. The heist is over, but the job isn’t really done.”
“But,” Lou offered in protest. “Everyone’s main task is complete and it all went well. I don’t see the harm in letting them in on this little fact. Or just being our full selves and seeing who picks up on it.”
“Oh, our full selves?” Debbie quipped. “So you’ll just greet them, buck naked except for the strap I presume?”
“And my rings and necklaces, honey,” Lou smirked. “Can’t forget those.”
“That will certainly send a message.”
“One that says, do not disturb, I have five plus years of fucking my girlfriend to make up for,” Lou winked. “Fiancée, rather.”
Debbie flinched at the mention of her sentence. As much as things were back to the partners’ version of “normal”, that was the one thing they could never make up for. Never get back. Time.
“Hey, hey, where’d you go?” Lou whispered, sitting them down on the edge of the bed.
“It’s just all that time wasted. If things had been different, if I had stayed then...”
“You can’t blame yourself,” Lou frowned. “We run in a risky line of work. It could’ve been either of us. Any job. Any person. You know that I’ve forgiven you, but you have to learn to forgive yourself, honey.”
“I know,” Debbie nodded.
“Easier said than done, I know,” Lou smiled sadly, bouncing her sobriety chip off her thumb and letting it land in the opposite hand to flash at Debbie before pocketing it once more. “I know what you need, love. Come with me.” Lou offered her hand out and Debbie took it, confused.
She followed Lou down the steps, unashamed as she watched the sway of her ass in the burgundy suit she loved so much. Debbie watched her partner with deep concentration and love as she carefully selected a record and laid it gently on the turntable, placing the needle down with the softest of touches as the sound crinkled before music filled the loft.
The blonde, still holding Debbie’s hand, led them into the kitchen, and then the fridge, reaching in for various ingredients, humming along to the music.
“Pancakes?” Lou offered, ducking back into the fridge to pull out the carton of eggs.
Debbie’s hands found her hips and gripped them tight.
“Pancakes,” Debbie repeated. But both women knew that tone suggested anything but.
Lou turned around slowly, Debbie’s hands switching as she went from hips to locked around Lou’s shoulders.
“Honey?” Debbie asked innocently, scanning the counter of ingredients. “We have any whipped cream?”
“Yeah, of course,” Lou hummed, reaching over to grab it. The blonde held it only for a second before the expert hands of the Ocean had the can firmly in her grip.
“I changed my mind,” Debbie whispered. “There’s something else I want to eat.”
“Debs,” Lou groaned with half-warning, half-lust.
But the blonde didn’t object as Debbie shimmied the blazer off her arms and tossed it on the floor, fingers moving to the buttons of Lou’s vest and snapping them open, the cold kitchen air hitting Lou’s chest and making her shiver. The brunette loosened the australian’s tie and used her teeth to remove it from Lou’s neck as she watched in awe, leaving Lou in a red bra that popped like blood red ink on parchment against her ivory skin.
Debbie pushed her towards the prep counter, leaning her against it as she massaged through the fabric of the bra, Lou letting out a light hiss at the sensation. Debbie’s other hand slid into her slacks, searching for Lou’s underwear and smirking when she found it and a wet patch already forming on the cotton.
“Not enough,” Lou whispered, before leaning in to kiss Debbie, her hands finding the buttons of Debbie’s white blouse, groaning as she unveiled the black lace waiting for her underneath.
The brunette got the red bra unclasped and let it fall, teeth and tongue exploring Lou’s breasts as she nodded with satisfaction, now able to fully feel the Ocean without fabric in the way. The Australian used her fingers to pinch Debbie’s nipples through the lace, rolling them against the fabric as Debbie gasped around one of Lou’s nipples.
Debbie pushed Lou further back on the table, who groaned at her loss of contact with her partner, but was distracted by the sound of a lid popping and sudden cold on her breasts, looking down in surprise, eyes dark with lust, as Debbie lunged forward to lick and suck the whipped cream she’d squirted onto Lou up with her sharp tongue, moaning as she went. Only stopping to whisper to Lou how good she tasted and looked. Lou was in heaven, her hips starting to grind at the air as her panties grew soaked, still masked by her pants.
“Debbie, please,” Lou panted, the brunette’s teeth dangerously poised around her nipple, ready to strike.
“You want me on my knees for you, baby?” Debbie whispered against Lou’s skin, goosebumps rippling across her breasts.
“Fuck, yes,” Lou nodded, reaching out a hand to find Debbie’s as the brunette disappeared behind the table, taking Lou’s pants down with her. Lou felt a swipe across the fabric of her underwear a moment later and groaned at the feeling.
Lou sucked in a breath as the Ocean pulled down her underwear and licked a long stripe along her core making her hips buck into Debbie’s mouth. Debbie kept one hand closed over Lou’s, now intertwining their fingers and the other dug into one of the blonde’s milky white thighs.
Debbie’s eyes danced as she took in Lou’s glistening heat, deliriously turned on and excited to keep tasting her. She dove back in with a vengeance, the blonde letting out a sharp gasp as Debbie’s tongue dipped into her deep and then dragged along, teasing her with the tip as it circled her clit.
She couldn’t keep her hips down, too sensitive after having already come twice this morning in bed, and now this. The Ocean’s tongue should have been deemed as illegal as her pickpocketing. And soon enough, Lou was moaning and panting out Debbie’s, her hips thrusting of their own accord as Debbie tasted her and then when she couldn’t take it anymore, so ready to fall over the edge she could cry, Debbie let out a wicked, sultry whisper of “Come hard for me, daddy,” and Lou’s hand practically broke Debbie’s as she gripped it hard, spilling over the edge with a cry of Debbie’s name.
Debbie was surprised at how fast Lou sat up, tugging the Ocean to her feet desperately with a growl of “need you right now” before kissing her feverishly, ring-laden hands grabbing at Debbie’s hair and neck as she pulled at Debbie’s lip with her teeth.
“What do you need, baby?” Debbie asked, pulling back for a moment.
“You,” Lou panted. “Need to taste you. Get on my face.”
Debbie moaned into their next kiss at the request and Lou reluctantly let Debbie pull away again to take off her black slacks and lace underwear, joining Lou’s clothes on the floor. Their hands found each other again, fingers locking, as Lou helped guide Debbie onto the table and over her hips before Debbie waited, above Lou’s lips, her hips swaying excitedly.
“Deb, please,” Lou moaned, mouth watering now that she could clearly see Debbie’s evident arousal right above her, her own mouth salivating.
Debbie lowered herself against Lou’s mouth and Lou moved their joined hands to Debbie’s hips to support her as she started to lap at the brunette, Debbie moaning out obscenely, her hips jarring around wildly as Lou moaned back at her reaction, the vibrations from the sound only making Debbie moan deeper and circle her hips more, grinding down into Lou’s mouth at the sensation.
“Fuck, Lou. You feel so good,” Debbie panted, Lou’s tongue working her with a vengeance now.
Lou lifted Debbie up slightly for a moment, two fingers coming forward to find Debbie’s folds and run fingers through them experimentally for a moment before she plunged them deep inside, tugging Debbie’s hips back down and focusing her tongue on Debbie’s clit, her fingers pumping into her core, spreading heat and wetness, Debbie throwing her head back as she groaned with pleasure, mumbling about how good Lou was for her and how good her fingers felt.
“Fuck, fuck. Right there, baby. Lou, right there,” Debbie practically screamed.
Lou could feel Debbie’s walls pulsing around her fingers, her clit twitching against Lou’s tongue. She moved her lips away for a moment to kiss at the bottom of Debbie’s thighs and demanded, “Come for me, honey. Come all over daddy’s face.”
And Debbie came hard, her thighs squeezing against Lou’s head in a way that made the blonde dizzy as Debbie yelled Lou’s name and a string of curse words and then collapsed backwards onto Lou’s stomach, her ass sliding back to sit against Lou’s chest; Lou’s grip moving to the Ocean’s ankles as they both laid on the table panting and trying to catch their breath.
There was a long, slow clap through what they had thought was the empty loft and the two partners turned to face into the living room, noticing.
“Quite the performance, ladies,” Tammy called, still clapping.
“Please tell me this is a thing,” Amita squeaked, covering her eyes. “Because the two of you would be so great together.”
“They been fuckin’ this whole time, I’m sure,” Nine laughed. “Jus’ the first time we seen it.”
“Man, you really know how to make a girl scream, Miller,” Constance laughed.
Rose had apparently taken to the couch and was trying to make herself invisible.
“If you don’t mind,” Debbie cleared her throat. “We have some celebrating and heist plans to wrap up if you’ll give us a minute to make ourselves decent?”
“Dare I ask how long you’ve all been standing over there?” Lou groaned, one of her hands smacking against her forehead.
“Oh,” Tammy laughed snidely. “Just the one orgasm. I presume we missed yours, then? Maybe a position swap too. We’re terribly sorry. We can probably stick around for the evening viewing if there’s something we missed.”
Debbie sat up slightly, poking into Lou’s ribs by the sound of the blonde’s groan. Debbie’s hair moved in front of Lou’s breasts in a poor attempt to somewhat cover them both.
“If you must know,” Debbie sighed. “We’re...together. Lou and I are dating.”
“No way!” Constance yelled. “Fuck yeah! Mom and dad are really mom and dad.”
“Tol’ you,” Nine smirked.
“Er, right,” Rose finally spoke. “So it’s more than this then?” She asked, gesturing to their bodies which the group gathered to be as evident as she would be about mentioning sex.
“They love each other,” Tammy rolled her eyes. “They just have a very physical and inconvenient way of showing it. For all the watches you two steal I swear...”
“It’s not the first time Tammy has walked in on us because we had plans,” Debbie admitted sheepishly.
“But this is real?” Amita confirmed. “Like not just hooking up? You two—“
“I mean technically,” Lou laughed. “We’re sort of engaged?”
“What?” Tammy screeched.
“We wanted to go all in this time,” Debbie shrugged. “We’ve always known we wanted to spend our lives together. We just were too stubborn to admit how in love with each other we were.”
“Where’s the ring?” Amita quipped, looking for hands.
“There isn’t one yet,” Lou laughed. “Don’t worry. We were planning to come to you whenever you all found out about us. I mean—this is far from how we planned to tell you.”
“What’d Debbie propose in the middle of sex?”
Tammy rolled her eyes.
“Lou, actually,” Debbie smirked, eyes glittering.
“Right, well as much fun as this has been to discover. Congratulations, by the way. Perhaps we should keep ourselves out of this and let the two get dressed so we can properly celebrate?” Rose offered.
“Here,” Tammy sighed, picking up what clothing she could find with pinched fingers like it was covered in something disgusting before throwing the articles at them. “I am really happy for you two idiots, by the way.” She smiled.
“Thanks, Tam.”
And a few hours later, the team seemed to have forgotten, or at least was respectful about Lou and Debbie’s kitchen rendezvous. No evidence left, but Lou’s blazer sleeves that kept falling and a tie askew and Debbie’s blouse that was missing several buttons as the two now openly picked out a record to play together, flirting with their eyes between kisses.
The evening returning to normal, even after the surprise arrival of Daphne and the announcement of John Frazier and insurance fraud needing to be on their radar. All was pizza and beer and fine until:
“Um, I’m sorry,” Daphne laughed with glee. “Did someone leave a red bra on the kitchen floor?”
“You weren’t the only one Lou and Debbie asked to come tonight,” Constance snorted.
So the question remains — do I do more Aiden? Or Henry? Or Nicholas? Hmmm.... I don’t know. Let’s see what happens!
(Forgive me, I’ve had bourbon.)
Cw: training, conditioning, manipulation of a minor. Facility 004, Rhys Snow, BBU warning.
He needed a nap. Really badly. But he wasn’t going to sign that stupid piece of paper. Never ever ever. He knew what they were going to make him and he wasn’t going to become one. The “pre-mades” worked for wealthy assholes up on Central Park West or out in the Hamptons, and he wasn’t about to agree to doing some rich lady’s laundry for the rest of his natural born life.
No fucking way.
They’d kept him awake for three days, Aiden thought as he laid on the cot in the white room. But joke’s on them. He and Sten had dared each other to pull all-nighters that one time last year, and Aiden had won.
Aiden smiled to himself. Dad was so pissed at him for that. Mom just kept him home from school and made him sleep.
He sniffed, suddenly hit by a bolt of sadness. His mom could fix this. She could fix anything.
But she didn’t know where he was. No one did.
The door opened and Aiden didn’t move. He knew who it was without having to look — that jackass in the crisp uniform who thought he was hot shit because he had shiny boots or whatever. Rhys Snow, pronounced like that one actress.
Aiden giggled to himself.
“What’s so funny, James?” Rhys Snow crouched down next to the cot, his eyes flickering dangerously.
Aiden flopped onto his back, laughing harder. “Your name sounds like Reese’s Cups. Reese’s piecees.”
He dissolved into laughter, the handler glaring daggers at him. He grabbed the laughing boy by the jaw and squeezed. “Watch yourself, James. We specialize here and we aren’t patient. We get what we want and someday, I’ll be so far up your ass you won’t know what hit you. Got that?”
Aiden just laughed harder. He needed a nap, and now peanut butter.
for your bingo card - how about fitzdaisy + 'oh no we went on a date and got stuck in the rain, now we're huddled underneath cover and laughing'
Sadly, last night I filled ‘rain’ with a lot more angsty take. It’s here if you are still interested. But fear not, because ‘movie night’ is coming soon, and it’s going to be all about laughter and fluff!
Yeah, Yamask Ingo was an idea I had been playing around with before I hit on the Transfer Error AU. I had started a one-shot on it and did a single doodle for it (that I later decided I wanted to revise but never got around to that). I didn't have any plans to make a full au for the idea, but I did still want to do something for it.
I honestly wanna jump back to that one at some point and just- finish the one-shot I had started for it.
It was a pretty simple premise, instead of going back thanks to divine intervention (or a magic item) he passed away while still in Hisui. But, while he was dying, he couldn't let go of the fact that he never got his memories back or find out who the man that shared his face was. So he didn't let go.
Fast forward to the modern-day, Emmet is contacted by an archeologist (through Elesa and Lenora) and asked to come to Sinnoh to look at something they found there. And, once he's there, he hears about an out-of-place Unovan Yamask up on Mt Cornet. And he decides to catch it and help bring it back home.
He gets something more once he finds it though.
I stumbled around the start of it for getting Emmet to Sinnoh and Having him meet the Archeologists, but I basically have everything else for it done.
I'm honestly super tempted to just post it as-is despite it not being finished just so I can say I finally have it done.
Hey idk how you feel about Jasmine but if you never need a person you are welcome to her lol. I hate her so much. Idk if people have seen but my blog is 100% fair game for anyone to use (as long as its not a copy and paste we are better than that) though i know you wouldnt do that.
~prompts. Idk i guess i like talking about her. Also been meaning to say if you dont like anything i have said on the au dm me ok i will change stuff in a heartbeat. This is your child!!! And honestly i love your takes xD
Alright, I’ll keep that in mind! Always good to have someone you can get away with just flat out hating in your back pocket for a story.
And you’re good! I’m mostly just... Playing around and vibing with my version, so there’s no hard feelings for you creating your own.
