#gendistic42

Of course I’ve got Newsies writers I can recommend.

@wide-eyed--wonderer is my writing buddy and alllll of her writing prompts are amazing!!! And she’s such a great hype person! She’s one of the reasons I’ve been writing so many prompts lately!

@somedayonbroadway their Boy Meets World AU is absolutely amazing. Also, I read “For You” during my first week of being in the fandom and it WRECKED me!!! Also, The Call is epic - I have never been so on edge while reading a fic!

@cutesiewoojin her Blink Loves Ducks tag makes me so incredibly happy when it pops up on my dash. She has pushed me to start writing Blush and I love her for it. She’s the other reason I’ve been writing so many prompts lately!

@thatsmycigarbutyoucanborrowit the Coffe Shop AU is a favorite and I dream of finding my future husband in a coffee shop due to this fic!! Also they’re going to be writing a NCIS fic that I’m SUPER excited for!!

@agentsnickers Near Miss AU is all I’ll say .... I am currently rereading it and I can never get enough of how they write Spot & Race as well as Davey & Jack. It’s a favorite!

@timetogoslumming Camp Mountain Ridge series is brilliant and I wish I had written it!! I binged it in a weekend and I just am over the moon head over heels in love with it. I’m currently reading their farmer’s market AU and it’s so good!

@jewishdavidjacobs Keeping Promises is one I just recently read and holy crap! Jack and the gang are FBI agents and it’s so good!!

@gendistic42 I never knew I needed IkeShot in my life until I read their prompts!!! Such an unlikely couple but I think that’s why I love it!!

@imperfectapollo their fix Of Snow & Saviours kills me in the best way! It’s a War AU but so well written and I get excited when it’s updated.

Still messy, still them, still taking requests <3

20: things you said that I wasn’t meant to hear

Ship: redfinch Word Count: 500 Warnings: none :3 i might do a longer part 2/continuation of this if yall want it/if i have time and energy :3

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Albert wasn’t one to eavesdrop, he thought better of himself than to do anything like that, so he definitely didn’t mean to overhear the conversation between Finch and Spot. Standing just outside the kitchen where the two other men were talking in low voices to each other, Albert hovered around the doorframe, caught almost off guard by the words he’d just heard. Leaning his head against the cold wooden slats on the edge of the door, he chewed gently on his bottom lip as he listened in.

“I dunno, Spot,” Finch said, hunched over the dining room table, head framed between his hands. “d’ya think he’ll agree?”

“O’ course!” Spot replied in a slightly-too-loud voice, Finch shushing him gently as he glanced around for any sign of Albert, “What makes ya think he won’t?”

“I dunno.” Finch shrugged, flopping his head onto the table, muffling his voice slightly. “What if he doesn’t like me like that?” Though he couldn’t see him from his spot in the doorway, Albert could practically feel the deadpanned stare Spot fixed Finch with.

“You’ve been datin’ for seven and a half years, I have the tiniest feeling that just maybe he likes you like that.” Finch groaned, propping his head back up, and Albert squeezed his eyes shut in pure glee feeling his cheeks burn with a cheerful glow as his boyfriend played with the small, velvet ring box in his hand. Trying not to bounce with excitement, Albert slapped his hands over his mouth as he practically vibrated with joy, throwing his head back, but freezing slightly as he bumped slightly into the wall. The house was quiet for a few minutes, and Albert felt his heart hammering in his throat as he waited with bated breath, the silence ringing loudly.

“…But what if he’s not ready?” came Finch’s voice after a second, quieter than last time. 

“I’m convinced ya blind.” Muttered Spot. “Literally every time in the last few months marriage has brought up, Al looks over to ya with the most adorin’, hopeful look I’ve ever seen. Kinda makes me wanna throw up if I’m bein’ honest.” Albert heard a small playful yelp as Finch smacked his arm lightly with a snicker. He peered around the corner again, taking another glance at the ring box, feeling his giddiness rise. “So, ya got a date picked?” Spot said, nudging Finch with his elbow. 

“Uh, yeah I-” Albert pulled his head around the corner and blocked his ears. He felt bad enough he’d overheard the majority of the conversation, there was no way he was going to spoil the rest of it for himself. He skipped a few paces down the hallway, away from the kitchen and the discussion happening in there. 

He wasn’t one to eavesdrop, but the excitement-fuelled adrenaline rush he got from that conversation was enough to make Albert feel like he was walking on air for the rest of his life, and he didn’t regret it one bit.

favourite AU ideas for them? honestly? i like a god modern au! here’s so much you can do with that lol! either that or fantasy au bc fantasy is a comfort genre for me :3

what’s a meme/quote that reminds you of them?

(definitely not bc of the mutual pining fic im writing nooo)

what’s your favourite headcanon? that Elmer bakes really well/frequently and Buttons loves watching him (and eating whatever he’s made :3)

There’s some cussing and mentions of drinking in this part!

It was a late night out with friends. So late that Jack and Kat had crashed in their guest room and were currently slowly dragging themselves across the room to sit at the dining room table. Spot, who was the designated DD, grinned happily at them. “Good morning.”

“Shuddup Conlon.” Jack grumbled, as he pushed the bottle of aspirin across the table. Kat shot him a grateful look before accepting it from him.

“Where’s your better half?” She asked, shaking a couple of pills out, handing two to Jack and keeping two for herself.

Spot took a sip of coffee, shaking his head at the two. “Pssst I’m the better half. But he’s still asleep, snoring blissfully away in la la land. Would you two like a cup of coffee?”

They both groaned before nodding. He got them each a cup, sitting it on the table before grabbing the sugar and creamer and joining them back at the table.

Watching them fix their cups, he sighed happily at the smell of the coffee before taking another sip. He heard the bedroom door open, a jingle of a collar before seeing his husband and puppy slip out into the living room.

Bella, their four year old Border Collie, rushed over to greet their company as Race yawned loudly before heading to the kitchen.

Spot watched him run a hand through his hair before opening the pantry door.

“Please, for the sake of everything holy, don’t mix your redbull with your coffee.” Spot called, just as Race’s hand moved to grab the drink.

Looking over his shoulder, Race pouted, hand still on the drink. “You’re no fun.”

“I’ve lived through it once. I don’t want a repeat performance.” Spot took another sip. “Besides, I don’t want a trip to the emergency room today.”

“Is that how you broke your leg the last time?” Kat asked, raising her eyebrow.

Sighing, Race paused before nodding. He grabbed a mug, filled it with coffee before joining them at the table. “Why do you always have to be so logical, Spottie? Ruinin’ all my fun!”

“Aww I’m sorry Racetrack.” Spot pouted, watching him pour an insane amount of sugar and cream into his cup. “I’ll make it up to you.”

Race’s face lit up as Kat gave hima look. “Not while we are here.”

“So hurry it up guys.” Race gave them an innocent face as Jack shook his head.

“How are you not seven feet under? You drank more than the rest of us.” Jack looked at his brother in disbelief.

Race grinned, leaning over to kiss Spot good morning. “He forced three glasses of water in me before I went to bed. Plus I had a glass of water in between drinks. I’ve learned my lesson.”

“All those college days leave awful memories for you?” Kat sipped at her coffee, sighing in bliss as it started to work.

Race nodded. “I didn’t want to be dead today. Besides we got family dinner and you know how momma is.”

Jack groaned, as his head hit the table. “Shit, shit, double shit. I forgot about family dinner. Why didn't any of you remind me?”

“We had a discussion about it before we went out last night.” Spot shrugged. “Thought it might’ve stuck somewhere in that brain of yours.”

Slowly raising his middle finger, Jack gave his brother-in-law a glare. “Well obviously it didn’t stick, Captain Obvious.”

“You know what they say?” Race asked, raising an eyebrow.

Jack looked at him. “Who’s they that they always talk about?”

“You’re way too sassy for being hung over, Kelly.” Race spat back, taking a sip of his coffee. “I don’t know who they are. They say, “don’t do the crime if you can’t do the time.”

Jack let his head hit the table with a thud as Kat giggled. “Quit being so dramatic, Jack. We’ll go home, you get a shower and lay on the couch until we have to go to momma’s. You’ll be fine, you big baby.”

Finishing his cup of coffee, Spot got another one, loving the feeling of family around their kitchen table. Lacing his fingers with Race’s he enjoyed sitting there talking about whatever randomness Race and Jack would throw at each other.