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justsomegdude · 5 months

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Prisoner!Negan x Gn!Reader

Prompt: “Right now, I don’t know if I want to kiss you, or shove you off a bridge.” // “Can I pick?”

Warning: Negan.

A/N: I don’t know if you guys actually like these silly things I come up with, but i’m trying to get used to writing so i’m starting small so i can get comfy with writing actual one shots and stories! (my posting patterns will be all over the place as i haven’t gotten used to writing yet!)

You had visited Negan, You were in charge of handing him his meals. Throughout the time of you doing so, you had gotten closer to him. He still annoyed you to the end though.

You and Negan were mostly comfortable with each other, you’ve told each other a lot about your life before the apocalypse. While you were there when he was against your community, it almost felt like you befriended him, understood him.

“Hi Negan!” You enter the room holding a tray with his meal, a wide smile spread across your face. You now stood in front of the bars of his cell.

“Hey, Doll.” He replied, standing up and walking towards the bars to stand in front of you. He looked down at the food, a slight smile tugging at his lips, he seems happy with the meal you brought him. “Can’t believe you still bother to feed me.”

You looked up at him and shifted your weight to your opposite foot. “It’s not a bother.. I actually enjoy it. sometimes.” You went over to unlock his cell, You’re meant to cuff him, but after so long you trust he won’t do anything dumb. You still don’t trust him as a person though. Handing him his food and locking it back up.

“Sometimes? Only sometimes?” He snickered as he took the food with pride and set the tray down on his cot, ignoring it as he walked back up to the bars. His right hand went to hold the bar in front of him, leaning over you the best he can.

“Yes sometimes, you’re only okay some days.” You look up at him, the smile on your face still present. “Somedays I can tolerate you, other days I wanna rip your vocal cords out, most days I want to murder you.” Your smile widened as you obviously joked.

He let out yet another laugh. “Damn doll, you’re kinky.” He looked down upon you, his tongue moving to lick over his lower lip, looking down at your own lips. His body weight shifted forward, closer to the bars. “What about right now?” He asked.

Your glance looked down to his lips for a split second before it heads back to his eyes. “Right now, I don’t know if I want to kiss you, or shove you off a bridge.” You spoke and set your hand on your hip, tilting your head a little.

“Can I pick?” He asked and bit his lip right after, you knew exactly what he wanted to pick. His behavior making it extremely clear. “Because if I were to pick, I’d want a kiss.”

You rolled your eyes. “You’d like that too much though.” You lick your lips and looked up at him with half-lidded eyes. Flirting was common between the both of you, most conversations included it.

He bit the inside of his cheek when you licked your lips. “I would.. but don’t you want to make ol’Negan happy?” His eyes fixated on your lips still as he spoke.

You leaned up and gave him a kiss on the cheek, he didn’t specify where, and you just felt like teasing him. You smiled and put your hands in your pockets.

“You little shit.” He huffed a laughed and looked at his feet, he was touch-starved and you knew that. So teasing him was so much more fun. He looked up at you with one eye squinted, a scrunched up face showed to you. He liked it, and he didn’t, just as you’d hope.

“Hope you enjoy your weekly affection.” Teasing more. It was wrong to feel this way about him, especially from what’s he’s done, but it honestly felt nice.

“I’d enjoy more affection..” He looked down at his feet again, almost like he was embarrassed about yearning for love. You brought your hand up and rested it over his hand, that was still on the bars. He smiled as you had done this, moving his hand to hold yours, holding each others hands after no longer resting them on the bars.

You shared a smile and a knowing glance. He made you feel happy, and you made him feel happy too.

#negan x male reader #negan x reader #negan smith x reader #jeffrey dean morgan #twd negan #negan #the walking dead negan #negan smith #negan x female reader #neganxgnreader #jdm #jdmorgan #drabble #writing prompt #dialogue prompt

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me-writes-prompts · 10 months

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“I’m sick but at least I have you”:))))

(soft, soft, soft. I am soft. All of these are lovely, tag me!)

By @me-writes-prompts

Kissing them on their head while they are sleeping

Making them warm soup

Watching their favorite movie together

Singing them a lullaby

Checking their temperature repeatedly to ensure they are okay.

"Are you sure you're okay? We can to go the hospital." "I'm sure I'm very okay."

"You're hot." "I know, love. But this is not the time." "I'm talking about your temperature omg!!!"

"You look cute, all bundled in the blankets." "Hehe, yeah." *coughs*

"Sorry, what did you say?" "I said, do you need water?" "NO, I said I don't need a doctor. God, so persistent, you are." (lmaoo, this is so random but I'm gonna keep it :)

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whumpberry-cookie · 1 year

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(W:) "I bled through my clothes and sheets you freshly washed. I'm so sorry..."

(C:) "Oh, just put them in the washing mashine. Did you patch up your wounds or need some help with that?"

(W:) ".....aren't you angry?"

(C:) "I don't- exactly unders- You want me to get mad at you for bleeding?"

(W:) "Not that I want it. But that's not a normal reaction"

(C:) "I'm kinda scared to ask what in your understanding is a normal reaction"

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#whump #whumpee #whump prompt #whump dialogue #caretaker #aftermath whump #whump aftermath #aftercare whump #writing aftercare #writing #recovery whump #conditioned whumpee #implied dv #whump idea #whumpblr #whump drabble #tha fact that whumpee is able to straoghtforward admit it only shows that they trust caretaker already a lot

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whumblr · 5 months

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can you write a prompt for an intimate whumper x whumpee? 😭

"Sshh, it's okay, loved one, it's okay. I know you don't like being touched. That's fine. I don't mind. You're allowed to feel that way. You know, I might even prefer it that way. What you're not allowed to do, however, is pull away from me."

#whump #non con touching #possessive whumper #intimate whumper #whump prompt #whump drabble #have a smol dialogue prompt #creepy whumper #my writing #my prompts

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pensandprompts · 1 year

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50 Prompts About Devotion

“For you, I would do anything.”

“If it were anyone else, I wouldn’t even think about it.”

“I would follow you to the ends of the earth. I would follow you off of them.”

“I’ll give you anything. I’ll give you everything. All you have to do is ask.”

“If soulmates were real, I would want you to be mine.”

“I don’t believe in soulmates, but if I did I know you would be mine.”

“You know, I think I believe in soulmates. How else could I have wound up with someone as perfect as you?”

“We’ve been through everything together.”

“I’m not backing out now.”

“We’re ride or die, remember?”

“I’ve already died once. I would do it a thousand times over again to keep you safe.”

“If you’re going down, I’m going with you.”

“I’ll be here forever. For as long as you’ll have me.”

“I’m not letting go.”

“I’ll find you.”

“We’re a package deal.”

“If you insult them, you insult me.”

“I’m the only one allowed to say that about them.”

“I could pick you out from a room full of thousands of people.”

“Every day that we’re apart, I think of you.”

“I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“You’ve saved me so many times; it’s only right that I return the favor.”

“I always have time for you.”

“Did you seriously drop everything just to come here?”

“I would die for you. I would kill for you. I would live for you.”

“I’ll always come back.”

“You are my home.”

“Of course.”

“I got you your favorite.”

“I saved this for you.”

“I set your favorite show to record, while you were gone.”

“I haven’t watched any of it without you.”

“It’s our song!”

“This reminded me of you.”

“You can have the last one.”

“You could put a knife to my throat and I wouldn’t flinch.”

“If you killed me, my last words would be ‘I love you.’”

“Of course I would switch sides with you.”

“I know that, whatever reason you have, I’ll stick with you.”

“I made this for you.”

“I knew you would be there. You always are.”

“I know you.”

“You always come here when you’re upset.”

“I’ll be here when you need me. I’ll be here when you don’t.”

“You can’t get rid of me that easily.”

“I don’t care about what they think, I care about you.”

“I would give up anything to see you again.”

“They’ll find me, they always do.”

“The only reason I haven’t done that is because they asked me not to.”

“I know, I know, I’m stuck with you. I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

#prompt list #prompts #writing prompts #dialogue prompts #drabble prompts

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mixsethaddams · 9 months

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“I’m going to have so much fun with you.”

This really got away from me. Roughly 2220 words. Pre-relationship/implied getting together Steve/Eddie fluff, Steve’s bad parents briefly mentioned.

Steve was always around when people were having fun.

He was a permanent fixture in the background at trips to the arcade, days at the quarry, trips to the city. Steve was always there. The kids would practically be chanting his name on the drive home from whatever excursion they all went on, grateful that he was there to let them have all the fun they wanted. Nancy and Robin would each link one of his arms and stroll along, chattering quickly about their newest favourite movie or the amazing song they heard on the radio before he untangled himself and let them walk together. Jon and Argyle would laugh softly between themselves and call him “super Steve”, trying to ruffle his hair before he slipped away to let them enjoy their haze in peace.

No one ever noticed that Steve wasn’t having any fun. His shoulders were locked in a stiff line. His smile never quite reached his eyes. Stephen Harrington Senior’s words echoed across his memory every time he felt himself on the cusp of laughing a little too loud.

“Don’t make such a fool of yourself, laughing and like an idiot! Get it together and act like a real man. Sit up straight, stay serious,”

Steve had stopped asking for birthday parties after that year.

He loved seeing his friends losing themselves into a fit of hysterics. Loved watching their faces turn red as breathless laughs bubbled out of them. It made him want to lose himself in the moment right there with them, but he could never quite shake off the thought of what if Dad finds out?

But no one noticed.

Well, at least until Eddie Munson started paying attention.

Steve found it harder to hang back and linger on the sidelines whenever Eddie was around. He’d always find himself being dragged right up beside the rest of the group, unable to fade off to the edge of everyone’s peripheral vision. His skin itched every time but purposely removing himself after it happened would be obvious. Steve didn’t want to explain to his friends that he was too embarrassed to enjoy himself because his mommy and daddy might think it was in poor taste.

Still, Eddie saw.

Eddie would grab his elbow and pull him off to the side if Steve’s inability to hold a real smile started to creep up on him. Close enough to everyone else to not raise suspicion, far enough away that the hairs on the back of Steve’s neck laid flat again. It was a loose routine that turned rinse-and-repeat of Eddie pulling Steve right into the middle of the action, and then taking him back out again. Anyone else and Steve might have fought back. He might have demanded it stop, say it made him uncomfortable, he might have even picked up his car keys and gone home.

Steve couldn’t put into words exactly why he let Eddie do it, but the feeling that rolled through his stomach when Eddie would pat him on the shoulder and say Loosen Up, You Might Like It kept him from pushing back.

Steve pulled up at Eddie’s trailer at nine sharp, ready to bring the Hellfire gang home after a long session. Usually he would hear them from outside, loudly rambling about spells and dice and classes and all manner of things. Tonight though, Steve heard nothing when he knocked on the door.

“Hey Stevie,” said Eddie, swinging the door open.

“Where, uh, where is everyone?” asked Steve with a furrowed brow, looking behind Eddie and into a very empty living space.

“Cancelled the game,” Eddie shrugged, grabbing his jacket off the back of the door. “Come on, let’s go,”

Steve found himself being pushed backwards down the steps, mouth open in annoyed confusion.

“Cancelled? What?” he protested. “Why didn’t they tell me? I could have made plans, Ed-“

“Steve?” interrupted Eddie, a smile pulling at his lips. “Shut the fuck up, ‘kay?”

Steve made a noise as if to talk back but Eddie just waved a finger in front of his face before gesturing for him to follow.

They didn’t speak during the short walk to the back half of the trailer park but it wasn’t exactly quiet. A local football team had won a game earlier in the evening and the residents were either celebrating wins or drowning sorrows of a loss. Steve loved the buzz of the community in Forest Hills, even if it reminded him how suffocating life in Loch Nora was. Sometimes he let his mind wander and created a fantasy life, where he drove back here after a days work and Eddie greeted him at the door with a smile and a kiss.

Eddie led Steve just beyond the homes that littered the park and to a small clearing just off the path.

“Alright, alright, alright!” exclaimed Eddie, clapping his hands and gesturing to what was laid out on the ground in front of them. “You wanna be blue or red?”

In the dim light of the summer evening, Steve realised he was looking at of a game of cornhole, set up and ready to go.

“Too late,” said Eddie quickly, snatching a red beanbag from the grass. “I’m red, snooze you lose,”

Eddie tossed his ammo at the board, hitting the centre hole and just barely brushing the edge. Steve wondered why he was never scouted for basketball in highschool. It was a great shot.

“Oh yeah!” yelled Eddie, lifting his knees high as he ran a small victory lap around Steve. “Beat that, Harrington!”

Steve glanced back at the closest trailers, wondering if Eddie’s shouting was disturbing then. He was still unsure why exactly he was playing a game instead of driving people home, but when no one opened a door to tell them to pipe down, he scooped up a blue beanbag and aimed.

“Uh, yeah, ok…” he mumbled, lining up the shot.

It went in with ease, not even touching the sides.

“Beat it,” said Steve with a shrug.

Eddie balked and spun around dramatically, putting his hands in his hair. He stopped abruptly mid turn, legs still crossed around themselves, and glared at Steve.

“You’re not celebrating,” said Eddie. It wasn’t a question.

“Oh, I, yeah,” stuttered Steve before punching the air. “Got it, alrightttt,”

“That was terrible,” groaned Eddie, shaking his head and going to retrieve the beanbags.

They played a few more rounds before Steve asked again why he was here.

“You’re telling me driving a bunch of kids back home would be more fun that this?” teased Eddie.

“No! No, sorry, thats…” Steve sighed. “I just don’t know what’s going on, you know? This wasn’t exactly what I thought my night was going to look like,”

“And what was it going to look like?” asked Eddie.

Like a microwave dinner and bed before ten. Like lying awake until the sun came up wondering if Eddie was sleeping or up all night drawing. Like wishing he was doing exactly this.

“I don’t know,” lied Steve.

“You’re not enjoying it?” asked Eddie, firing another beanbag right into the target. “Fuck yeah! I’m on god damn fire tonight,”

Steve looked around again, expecting to see people glaring at the from their windows.

“I am, I am,” said Steve quickly. “Just don’t want your neighbours to come yell at us for the noise, that’s all,”

Steve tried to smile but it felt like more of a grimace.

“Yeah,” said Eddie with a heavy sigh, taking Steve’s beanbag and throwing that too. “Figured that was it,”

“Hey, that was mine,” started Steve. “Wait, you…what?”

“You don’t make a lot of noise, Steve,” said Eddie. “I can see it fucking bursting out of you sometimes but you keep it all wrapped up in there,”

Eddie tapped Steve’s chest.

“Thought for a while you didn’t feel included,” continued Eddie, swinging his arms as he retrieved the beanbags once more. “But then, that wasn’t it either so…”

“So?” asked Steve, folding his arms and feeling slightly defensive.

“So I remembered what Wayne told me once about the street you live on,” explained Eddie. “Said no matter how many times he fixed a car on someone’s driveway, spent a day nailing tiles to a roof… He never once heard a kid playing,”

“That’s not true!” Steve said automatically.

But it was. Children were to be seen and not heard and if you couldn’t play quietly then you couldn’t play at all. Steve read a lot of books in his childhood until he learned to be quiet.

Eddie hummed and lined up another shot, holding the blue beanbag up to thrown.

“I’m the blue one,” Steve told him.

“What?”

“You’re red,” said Steve.

“Sorry, can’t hear you,” shrugged Eddie, throwing the blue bag.

Steve let out an involuntary noise of indignation before clapping a hand over his mouth. It was louder than any noise he’d made in months.

“Oh?” asked Eddie, smiling wide. “Was there something you needed to say?”

“You threw my bag!” said Steve in a stage whisper, checking around again to make sure he hadn’t disturbed the neighbours.

“You’ll have to speak up!” yelled Eddie, holding a hand to his ear.

“Eddie, I’m not-“ Steve scrunched his face up and kissed his teeth. “I don’t know why it bothers you so much. I’m quiet, okay, that’s it, that’s all,”

“Oh, it doesn’t bother me,” said Eddie easily. “But the way it bothers you is kind of difficult to watch,”

Eddie turned to face away from the target and threw the red beanbag over his shoulder, missing the hole in spectacular fashion.

“Ha!” The laugh was out of Steve’s mouth before he could stop it and he cringed again.

“Steve, look, listen, okay?” said Eddie, coming to stand in front of Steve. “Listen to what’s happening around you,”

Steve could hear football fans still partying. Dogs barking. Children screeching at the park’s nearby playground while their parents called for them to come in from the dark.

Eddie put his hands on Steve’s biceps and shook him gently.

“Life is loud sometimes,” Eddie told him earnestly, squeezing his arms. “This place is loud. The world is loud. You are allowed to be loud, sweetheart,”

Steve’s heart skipped at the nickname.

“I don’t think I am,” said Steve softly. The moonlight lit up Eddie’s eyes as he watched Steve closely.

“Have I ever lied to you?” asked Eddie.

“Yes,” answered Steve.

“In a way that mattered,” said Eddie, rolling his eyes. “The kids will ready to leave in ten minutes doesn’t count. What I mean is… Okay, so put it this way,” Eddie voice fell to a soft murmer. “I’m telling you, promising you, that you can make as much noise as you want. And no matter what anybody else in the entire world might think or say, I’ll be right there beside you, being even louder. Because you need to know that it’s okay to make noise and be heard, Steve,”

Steve was struck by Eddie’s sincerity. Part of him wanted to laugh at the implication of them being loud together and he could tell Eddie did too, but he was too caught up in realising how close Eddie had gotten while he spoke. The toes of their sneakers were pressed together and Steve could smell the last cigarette on his breath. The softness of his voice in contrast to the promise of noise, making it sound like almost a secret between them.

“You will?” whispered Steve.

Eddie moved back and went to stand by the target. He threw the beanbags to Steve and pointed down to the bullseye.

“How many points do you want for a direct hit?” asked Eddie loudly.

“Uh…fifty?” said Steve, unsure of the sudden change of subject.

“Can’t hear you,” called Eddie, louder again.

Steve felt a laugh start to rumble in his chest as he caught up to what Eddie was doing. He looked at Eddie, waiting with raised eyebrows for a response, and fought the urge to dampen it.

“Fifty!” said Steve, forcing his volume up.

Eddie’s smile grew.

“One more time?” he said, even louder now.

Steve let the laugh out.

“I said seventy five!” yelled Steve, throwing his beanbag.

It sailed through the hole dead-on. Steve rolled his head around on shoulders and closed his eyes, before throwing his arms up and whooping. He spun around and laughed up towards the sky.

“Are you sure you said seventy five?” teased Eddie as he came back to Steve’s side.

“How do you know I didn’t say a hundred?” countered Steve playfully.

The laughter between them died down slowly, leaving them watching each others faces with leftover soft smiles. Eddie put a hand on Steve’s shoulder, right at the juncture his neck.

“It’s fun, right?” asked Eddie gently, his thumb stroking along the bare skin at the edge of Steve’s t shirt.

Steve leaned into the touch, the tips of his fingers buzzing to reach out and touch Eddie right back.

“Fun, yeah,” repeated Steve, grabbing the bottom of Eddie’s jacket and just holding it.

Eddie held up the remaining beanbag in his hand.

“Wanna do it again?” he asked, shaking the bag. “Keep this fun train rolling?”

Steve smiled.

“I’m going to have so much fun with you,” said Steve. “I can tell,”

#seth writes #steddie #steddie fic #steve x eddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #eddie stranger things #steve stranger things #writing prompt #dialogue prompt #this was supposed to be a short drabble #really lost the run of myself here

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strawwing · 7 months

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[PROMPT LIST]

feel free to use this!

"I like the way your hand fits in mine."

"You have something in your hair, umm... Do you want me to get it out?"

"It's nice that your voice was the first thing I heard today."

"You can call me whenever you want... Even if you don't have a reason to."

"I'm bad at texting first, so I always end up hoping you will."

"Wait, don't pull away... Not yet."

"I've been trying to get ready for like an hour and a half, because I know you're going to look so good and I need to try and match up.

"Would it be too cliche if we matched clothes a little?"

"First second I saw you and I couldn't get over how beautiful you were."

"I wanted to say "I love you" for the first time without stuttering, but that failed."

"You can't leave without letting me hug you first."

"Your lips are really warm."

"I can't get over how a few months ago I wanted to learn your name and now you're having breakfast with me in my sweater."

"No, mom, don't tell her I said that about her!"

"My friends get so annoyed by how much I talk about how sometimes."

"Wow, I didn't think you could make me smile this big."

"You don't need to leave so soon."

"You look so comfy, and cuddle-able."

"Quit smiling at me, I can't stop messing up my sentences when you look at me like that."

"You're hiding under the blanket because you're blushing?"

"You make me so happy."

"Don't give me that face. How am I supposed to say no to that?"

"You made these cupcakes for me?"

"Let's share my coat, since you're so cold."

"How do you always manage to look so captivating?"

"Would you mind if I kissed you?"

"I know I've kissed you like, ten times, but just like another ten, please."

"You're the perfect height for me to rest my chin on your head.

"I would've had breakfast ready, but you were sleeping on my arm, and I didn't want to wake you."

"Is it cold outside or are you just blushing?"

"I'm so in love with her, I don't know what to do."

"I remember practicing how to ask you out to the mirror."

"Oh god, if you only knew the things I'd do for you.

"I will boop your nose as many times as I like, thank you very much!"

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newtabfics · 5 months

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Number 1 with Astarion please OH MY GOSH IT'S PERFECT

NO BUT FOR REAL. IT WAS MADE FOR HIM

"Friends?" Astarion asked, almost aghast at her words as he approached. "Oh no you don't."

Tav's heart thumped as she backed against the wall. The inn around them still buzzed with life as the others were still celebrating in the tavern below.

And Astarion? Astarion trapped her against the wall with more heat in his eyes than she'd seen since the night of the tiefling party. But this time? This time the mask was gone. There wasn't a game to play.

There was just them in her room.

"Friends," He whispered, leaning into her ear. "Don't know what you taste like."

Tav licked her lips nervously. "Astarion...I don't want to push you."

"Don't you get it, Darling," He almost snarled, smirking when he saw her shiver in response. "You're the only thing I've ever wanted. I need to fuck you until you can't think of anything but me."

He gripped her face gently. "But say the word and I'm gone," He assured her as his lips brushed against hers. "What do you say, my dear?" He smirked a little as he watched her eyes darken with need. "Nod."

It was like a little joke now, it seemed. Tav met his eyes as she nodded once before his lips were on hers.

#tavstarion #astarion x tav #ask me stuff #ask request #drabble #spicy dialogue prompt list #ask game #bg3 astarion #astarion smut #bg3 astarion smut #bg3 astarion spoilers

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authorangelita · 8 months

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For the drabbles: "Talk to me."

Thank you for the ask! This one took me a little time because I got stuck on what book Mac would be reading, lol. And then it got a little longer and a little longer.

Mac couldn't sleep despite the late hour. He rubbed his eyes and then turned the page in the book he was reading. It was a dog-eared copy of Timeline and was usually an excellent distraction from his life. Tonight, it wasn't working. He hadn't heard from Jack in almost two weeks. A bad feeling was building in his gut as each hour went by without so much as a text or, hell, an email.

Putting the book aside, Mac stood and started to jog in place. Then, he did 50 push-ups, and then 50 sit-ups. He repeated the whole routine a few times until he was dripping with sweat and out of breath, but he wasn't tired.

A quick, hot shower also did nothing to make him sleepy. He was considering the benefits of warm milk or hot chocolate when Jack's ringtone startled him.

"Hello? Jack?"

"Hey, man." Jack's voice was warm and steady. Mac didn't realize how much he missed it until now.

"Haven't heard from you in a while." Mac flopped on his bed. "Everything okay?"

"Sorry about that," Jack grunted, and Mac imagined that he too was settling into a chair or maybe his own bed. "It's all good. We had to go radio silent, working a lead."

Mac bit his lip to keep from asking about it. Jack had been very clear that he would not discuss Kovacs under any circumstances. It was for Mac's, and the rest of the team's, safety.

"Talk to me, hoss. Are you okay?"

A lump jumped into Mac's throat, and he had to work to keep his emotions in check. "I was worried," he finally murmured.

He heard the rasp of Jack's hand rubbing his stubbled chin or cheek. It was familiar, something he'd heard over comms as far back as the sandbox. "I'm sorry. I'll try to get word out to you faster next time."

Mac's heart sank at the words 'next time'. "We, uh, we miss you around here."

"I'll be back as soon as I can." Jack sounded defeated, much different than when he'd first spoken on the call. Mac felt like shit for ruining his friend's mood. "That's all I can promise."

"I know. I didn't mean to... I'm glad you called."

Jack cleared his throat. "I miss you too, Mac. Every damn day." There was a pause and a soft curse. "Oh, hey, it's late there, isn't it?"

Mac rolled onto his side to look at the nightstand clock. "Almost 3:30."

"You should get some sleep."

"Tell me a story."

"Aren't you a little old for a bedtime story?" Jack teased.

Mac adopted his Jack-voice to say, "Never too old for that, hoss."

Jack laughed, a real guffaw that was probably going to get him in trouble with his other team. "Okay, okay, let's see. Have I told you about the time I took a header off my horse into my mama's sunflower patch? It all started with a bet..."

Mac's eyelids grew heavy as Jack told his tale. He vaguely heard Jack bid him good night before he dozed off.

(Note: Timeline by Michael Crichton is one of my favorite books, and I think that Mac would enjoy the science, the history, and the fiction aspects of it.)

#drabble dialogue prompts #macgyver 2016 #nativestarwrites asks #mac and jack and a long distance friendship #very much not a drabble

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urfriendlywriter · 5 months

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prompts that has me lying on a highway:

(feel free to use <3 10, 15, 20 are my favs omds. yall tag me when u writeeee I'd love to read :))

"I'm glad you were strong, love."

"i notice the little efforts you make for me.. and i just want you to know i appreciate it." whos cutting onions

SMILING during a kissss >>>>>

the gaze that softens as soon as it lands on you.

hand holding, twirling in their arms, slow dancing > <

telling a joke just to see them laugh

"love.. isn't a word enough to express what i feel for you."

"you were my bestfriend, before you were anything else, love." <333

hugging. especially if they're not much of a hugger, but they keep hugging you because you feel down. (this is my bestfriend aaah ilovehersm :( )

"tell me what you want, baby." in the deepest, nearly inaudible murmur AAAAH

when they always feed you their last bite

"give me a hug."

"i can't even act mad at you, love."

flirty BANTERS!!!!

"I'll come over there and make you shut up then." "you can try."

"i love you." "say it again."

caressing one's cheek (the one in the face.)

running into each other's arms after barely surviving

enemies but one is admitting, confessing and crying to the another after almost losing them!!!!!

collecting your injured lover,

^ "don't you dare die on me, [full fckn name]." "i won't, my love, i want to live for you... with you. for a long time." they strain but their smile after makes you cry.

"this is so wrong," "if so, then stop me, love," "you tempt me, [name]-" cue a KISSSSS "-and you drive me insane."

being curled up together on the bed, their face buried in your chest.

"i like how you did ____ today/that day."

forehead kisses. cheek kisses, knuckle kisses.

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miakate-writes · 7 months

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writing prompts 🫧

[a/n: if you use any of my prompts pls make sure to tag me if you post them, i would love to read your interpretations of them. also, if you have any requests/suggestions for prompt lists feel free to put them in my asks box and i will get to them asap. if you enjoy my content then i urge you to follow me on social media (my links can be found here) pls]

domestic romance prompts

best friends to lovers prompts

angst prompts

touch starved comfort prompts

touch starved trauma comfort prompts

roommates to lovers prompts

grumpy x sunshine prompts

protective/possessive prompts

enemies to lovers prompts

enemies to friends/lovers prompts

friends with benefits prompts

idiots to lovers prompts

academic rivals to lovers prompts

romance dialogue prompts

new year's eve/day romance prompts

friends to lovers prompts

"slut!" by taylor swift inspired prompts

roommates to lovers prompts

period comfort prompts

pining x unreciprocated prompts

forbidden romance prompts

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justsomegdude · 5 months

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Prisoner!Negan x Gn!Reader

Prompt: “This can’t get any worse, can it?” // “Sure it can, just give me a minute.”

A/N: I am IN LOVE with prisoner Negan, I try to keep my best to keep gender out of my posts, in case there is males(like myself), or another gender identity wanting to read. Maybe when i get used to writing i’ll make actual one shots (maybe multi chapters) but until then i’m sticking to prompt quotes. Enjoy, send feedback, and ideas you might want me to write!

(stay tuned for the next few days because i may or may be trying to write a one shot!)

You were the one responsible for checking in, and giving food, to Negan. You got it by being one of the calmest in stressful situations. Ever since you’ve known Negan, he’s always been a thorn on a rose stem. Annoying you any chance he can get. Although never knowing exactly why he loves doing it so much.

“Hey Negan, Got your food.” You say as you enter the room where his cell was. Bringing the food you always served, a sandwich. Although he never seems pleased with what food you give him.

“What’s in the menu today?” He didn’t look towards you, just laying in his cot with his stare at the ceiling. Sometime you feel like you should pity this man, but then you remember what he’s done and that thought quickly went away.

“Like usual, a sandwich.” You spoke, holding out the sandwich, but it seems he has no interest in taking it. It upset you when he got like this, like he was trying to starve himself to death. Rick gave you this position to make sure he stays alive, but if he doesn’t eat you failed Rick.

“One of the kids here would love that more than I would, sweetheart.” His grin back, as he sat up on his cot. Still, he isn’t fully getting up to take it. You can’t force him to eat it, but you have to try.

“Negan, just take the sandwich.” You glare at him, hoping your, now, position of power over him will make him listen. Still no sign he’s getting up.

“This can’t get any worse, can it?” He sighed, his gaze went from you to the floor. Again you wanted to pity him, but you just can’t.

“Sure it can, just give me a minute.” The corners of your mouth tugging into a smirk, as you grab your pocket knife. No, you weren’t actually going to do anything, but maybe it will give him a reason to eat.

“God, Darlin’.. Don’t be such a turn on.” It almost sounded like he groaned out the pet name. He finally stood up with that atrocious remark. Smirking the entire way when he grabbed the sandwich from you and returned back to his cot. “Might make me want to live.”

Your eyes closed partly, squinting at him. “You think you’d want to live.. because ‘i’m a turn on’?” You let out a short huff and put your pocket knife away. “You know how stupid that sounds?”

His eyes glanced back up to you, speaking in between slow bites of his food. “Not as stupid as my thoughts, Darlin’. Especially when you’re in them.” He bit his lip, looking you up and down. You almost felt exposed, even when you didn’t specifically do anything.

“Negan, watch your mouth.” You spoke with clear irritation, you almost have a feeling of endearment, if it weren’t for who you were talking to. “and your eyes.”

He let out a chuckle, leaning back in his cot. “My eyes wonder. What can I say, they’re attracted by beauty.” He either found you attractive, and was attempting at flirting, or he was just trying to annoy you.

“I wish I wasn’t messing around when I pulled my knife out.” Your hand found their way to your pockets.

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