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celestialwrites · 3 months

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fluffy romance dialogue prompts ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

@celestialwrites for more!

♡ “please stop before i fall in love with you!”

♡ “you are my home too, you know?”

♡ “stop being so pretty, it hurts.”

♡ “you need help.” “no, i need you.”

♡ “what’s your problem?” “you, apparently.”

♡ “you are beautiful, my jaw was on the floor the first time i saw you, just thought you should know that.”

♡ “the guy looks at you like you hold the galaxy in the palm of your hand and you think he doesn’t love you?”

♡ “i am yours just as much as you are mine.”

♡ “you want me to shout from the rooftops? because damn it, (nickname) i will.”

♡ “do you like me?” “something like that..”

♡ “ah, so you’re like my book boyfriend now, huh?” “what on earth is a book boyfriend?”

♡ “i’m not going to sit here and pretend like you don’t own my heart, like i haven’t been yours since the moment i saw you.”

♡ “you and me?” “always.”

♡ “i can’t stand you.” “weird way to propose but the answer is yes.”

♡ “read to me.” [how to make a bookworm fall in love with you 101]

♡ “i don’t deserve you.” “yes, you do.”

♡ “i know you better than you know yourself.”

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urfriendlywriter · 11 months

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"i want to save this relationship, please." prompts :

(feel free to use <3 req by @thyme-in-a-bubble. god the 15th, 17th, 20th, 22nd, 24th???? has me crying. @urfriendlywriter )

ignoring one another

"i think we need some time apart.."

"this won't work, [name]."

"i can't go a minute without you, babe, please don't do this to me.."

trying to talk it out but it always ending up in an argument

"you are going to let a misunderstanding destroy us?"

"is it so easy for you to assume than to listen to me for goddamn once??"

"please, talk with me. how else are we going to solve this..."

getting into fights but becoming physically much clingier

"how could you point your finger at me so easily ??"

not being able to talk it out, but still showing physical affection - taking your hand in theirs, massaging you in silence, hugging, cuddling.

or - watching them walk out the room to sleep alone

^ "it has now come to this huh?" and them turning back, regret and sadness in their eyes, "what do you want me to do then?"

trying to be a better person always

"bury my heart deeper, love. If that's what you're trying--it's working." with a painful smile. or tears in their eyes.

telling each other how much you cherish one another

2 am and they're at your doorstep, crying, as they say, "i don't want to go to sleep-with this hanging between us, im so so sorry."

"lets take turns ranting, shall we? we don't want this to burden us."

"you didn't hear one word i said, did you?"

"trust me." "oh, im trying to, so hard rn."

"you think i came all the way here to fight with you? No, [name], i wanna talk this out, over a cup of tea, too. relax. breathe and talk. aint no way we're stressing ourselves out." with a few clicks of the tongue. CUS THIS? green flag.

"when have you ever cared?" ouch.

"i didn't know you felt all that.. I'm sorry."

"what.. are we now?" OK THE ANGST IF ITS WRITTEN RIGHT??? INSANE

the glances either starts to glint with hatred. or love that's beyond reach.

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whumblr · 2 months

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Whump prompt #64

"That's my mark on them," Whumper purred as Caretaker stared at the scar on Whumpee's shoulder. "They're mine. And you're not taking them anywhere."

"Oh yeah?" Caretaker snapped back. Blazing eyes found Whumpee's, who looked away in shame. But Caretaker wouldn't have it. He grabbed their face, both hands, looked them deep in the eyes.

And he kissed them full on the mouth.

Whumpee sputtered, utterly confused, embarrassed even, a hand shakily reaching up to touch over their lips as Caretaker pulled away. They stumbled lightly, but an arm snagged around theirs and pulled them against Caretaker.

"That's my mark on them," Caretaker snarled. "I can easily plant one right over yours. And they're coming home. With me!"

#bonus if remains of lipstick show or fierce hickeys #bonusbonus if whumper taught whumpee caretaker wouldn't want them anymore #whump #whump prompt #caretaker #feral caretaker #confused whumpee #intimate whumper #h/c #fluffy angst?#flogging and snogging #protective caretaker #possessive whumper #my prompts #my writing

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thepromptswhisperer · 8 months

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Reunion Prompts

“I’m—“, you start, and they shake their head and walk away, “… sorry.”

Panic and (try to) hide behind something/someone.

“I’m afraid I’ll wake up and realize this was just a dream.”

“I missed you.”

Long hug that expresses everything you can’t say out loud.

“Are you a hologram? A ghost maybe?”

“Please don’t leave me again.”

Barricade yourself in the bathroom/etc.

“I don’t want to see you.”

You can’t tear your eyes away from them.

“I’m happier now.”

“Didn’t expect to see you again.”

Withdraw your hand/etc. quickly after a(n accidental) touch.

“I told you I’d find my way back to you.” / “I promised you I would come back.”

“Don’t act like nothing happened.”

Make your peace and then say goodbye forever.

“Could we pretend that nothing ever happened/we never separated/etc.? Just for tonight?”

“Of course this is when/how I see you again.”

“You look…”

“I’m only doing this/here for B.”

Count down the minutes/etc. until you’re home/etc. and can finally let out all your emotions.

“Good to see you again.”

“You have no right to get jealous! Not after all this time. Not after you left me/etc.”

“Look what the cat dragged in.”

Having dreamt of this opportunity, you know exactly what you want to tell them. (Or, well, you knew.)

“I feel like we/I traveled through time. Any second now, a time portal will open, suck us/me in and spit us/me out into reality.”

“You’re seeing A too, right? This is not just…?”

“I’ve missed your hugs/smell/sarcasm/etc.”

Pretend to not care about them being here. Yet, it is all you can think about and focus on.

“Don’t think I forgot that you still owe me that dinner/etc. you promised me three years ago/etc.”

“We can’t go back to how we were.”

Don’t feel anything upon seeing them again.

“Why did you come?”

Afraid to your close eyes. Afraid that they’ll slip away in that very second and leave your life forever.

You are rooted to the spot.

“Leave (me alone).”

“I thought about you a lot.”

“Do you ever think about what could have been?”

Notice that they are still wearing a piece of jewelry/etc. you gifted them back then.

“You hurt me.”

“If I would have wanted to see them/you again, I would have found a way.”

“Why did you do that? (Why did you break up with me?)”

“Did you really mean what you said back then?”

“Someone pinch me. I think I’m dreaming.”

Hear them say your name again after all this time.

“I’m sorry. I know you said you didn’t want to see them/me again, but…”

Pretend to be happy about where you are in life.

“I don’t even recognize you anymore.”

“I’m sorry. (I was an idiot back then for letting you go.)”

The reunion doesn’t go as you thought/hoped it would.

“I’m sorry. Do I know you?”

Leaves/Slams door shut upon seeing you.

“I want to believe so badly that I can trust you. But I can’t. Not after…”

“Oh my god. I had forgotten about that.”

They have replaced you, and all you can do is watch.

“Did you know they/I were/was going to be here?”

“It’s too late. You’re too late.”

Search for similarities to the person you once knew.

“Did your voice always sound like that?”

Edge your way closer to them without realizing.

“You chose this. You wanted this.”

“I’m still in love with you.”

#writing prompts #writing inspiration #reunion prompts #angst prompts #fluffy prompts #dialogue prompts #writing ideas #prompt list

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rocksama24 · 1 year

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Did you know that when someone was about to be beheaded, their hair was cut short so that the blade could sever their head from the body without any interruptions?

#me seeing all the nice and fluffy fanarts #hmm... it needs more angst #Kazuha #kaedehara kazuha #genshin impact #Genshin #genshin kazuha #angst #art prompt #digital art #myart #doodle #sketch #Fanart #fandom #art on tumblr

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iersei · 1 year

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Day 29: Love

the love was there. i promise. it was there.

it didn’t change anything.

it didn’t save anyone.

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Marcy March Prompts

#amphibia #marcy wu #king andrias #marchy2023 #tossing my art into the void #lmao you can give me an easy fluffy prompt but you can’t keep me from making angst instead

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romanoffsbish · 1 year

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A Prompt List

Feel free to pick and choose from the list for your own stories, as well as send in requests (view my masterlist for who I write for) with whatever prompts if you please, 🥰

Angst/Fluff/Smut prompts listed. (18+)

Bonus points if you take the assigned genre and flip it 🤔😏

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Angst

“Are you serious?” / “I never wanted this!”

“This was never real, was it?” / “I was just a warm body for those cold winter nights…”

“You are vile…” / “I can’t believe I ever believed someone like you could love me.”

“Nothing good ever lasts.” / “Goodbye.”

“I love you.” / “It’s not enough this time.”

“Please, don’t leave me, we can fix this.” /“You left me first, I’m just finishing the job.”

“I love you Y/N.” / “Why do people only say that to me when they’ve wronged me? Am I not deserving of the guiltless love? Like the ones I see in fairytales, where they get swept away smiling, and not where I curl up to weep in my bed for another damn night.”

“I’m sorry.” / “For what exactly? Breaking my trust, and in turn my fragile heart? Or do you only mean that you got caught?”

“I can’t even look at you anymore.” / “Please…” / “This is the end for us.”

“I can’t live without you, I won’t survive.” / “Then I guess I’ll be back for your funeral.”

Fluff

“There’s nobody else I’d ever love like this.”

“Everything I do is for you—my beloved.”

*while stargazing* “If I could, I’d rearrange the stars for you, have them map out your face, because a beauty like yours should transcend the bounds of Earth my darling.”

“I can’t believe that the world had infinite chances to find me a soulmate, and I lucked out and hit the absolute jackpot with you.”

“Did you know that a kiss is worth a thousand words?” / “You should kiss me.”

“You’re the most gorgeous person here.” / “I’d never lie to you darling, god, I wish you could see you the way I do” / “Perfect.”

“Call them —, the worst they could do is say no to you, and trust me, they won’t…” / “They said yes!!!”

“I’ve loved you since the first time I ever laid my eyes on you.” / “Well damn, why’s it taken you so long to make a move then?”

“I can’t believe my cat/dog loves you more than it’s ever loved me.” / “Actually, on second thought it makes sense, you’re far too lovable to even question it; *pets name* you have good taste.”

“I will never tire of watching you sleeping next to me, you’re just so peaceful, and I get to celebrate that you’re all mine.”

Smut

“Careful what you wish for baby, because I’m nothing if not generous…”

“Where should I sit?” / “The couch works just fine, but if you prefer comfort, my face works far better my darling.”

“I’m not letting you go until you’ve either drenched the sheets, or passed out.”

“Fuck me like you mean it —, let everybody know I’m yours before I no longer am.”

“Aww, did my precious little dove think I’d just let that little stunt go?” / “I was hoping so.” / “You’re sadly mistaken toots, now prepare yourself for a long night full of passion, and if you’re lucky—pain.”

“Mommy isn’t very pleased with the outfit you chose to wear tonight, you made those fools think they stood a chance.” / “Maybe they did.” / *incredulous laughter* “Is that right baby? I go on one week long business trip and you just forget who you belong to? Don’t worry sweetheart, I’ll remind you.”

“Stay still, or I’ll have you warming daddy’s cock all night long.” / “That’s a good girl.”

“I-I can’t take anymore, please.” / “You can take it, and you’ll do it graciously, one more complaint and I’ll edge you all month.”

“Kiss me, please.” / “Is that all you want baby, is for me to kiss you?” / “N-no, I also want you to fuck me senseless, but a kiss sounded far more romantic.”

“If you don’t fuck me, I’ll be doing it myself!” / “I’m coming!” / “No, I am!”

#angst prompt #angst prompts #angsty prompts #writing prompt #writing prompts #fluff prompt #fluff prompts #fluffy prompts #smut prompts #smutty prompts

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captainmera · 8 months

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i would really like it if you perhaps drew the scene from chapter 9 of the golden brother where hunter tries to run away in the backyard, its my favorite. (i beg of thee) (you dont have to if you dont want to/are too busy tho!)

This ask has been in my inbox for awhile and I don't have the time to finish it atm, but I will eventually (maybe) But have it in it's unfinished stage:

You like angst, don't you anon?

∠( ᐛ 」∠)＿ <-[says this asshole who wrote it]

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yonemurishiroku · 3 months

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Another fic of Jason deitifying Nico in his head! ✨🎊🎉🎉🥳🥳 Why, you ask? Because I'm obsessed, that's why.

Anyway Happy Lunar New Year!! Enjoy the frivolous 2,7k words I wrote in the middle of my sickness for the Prompt: Injury.

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depressedgaywriting · 1 year

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CW: swearing, suggestive

Hero felt themselves being tugged backwards into a side room by the collar of their shirt, stumbling back before they could register what was happening. The door slammed, locking with a loud click, and Hero looked up to meet the eyes of Villain.

They opened their mouth to speak, but they found themselves pressed against the wall before they could say a word. "Villain-" Their voice came out breathy and light.

"I've missed you." Villain said softly, their lips inches from Hero's own. "You've been gone too long."

"I broke my arm!" Hero protested quietly. "It's barely been even a few months-"

"Too. Fucking. Long." they said harshly, pressing closer to Hero.

"Villain-"

They pressed their lips against Hero's and Hero practically melted against them. They had missed the other too. They weren't sure how long Villain held them there, pressed so tight to the wall that they couldn't move even if they wanted to.

#not a prompt #hero x villain #writing #angst #fiction #my writing #villain x hero #fantasy #enemies to lovers #idk #fluffy #fluff #kissing #heroes and villains

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celestialwrites · 6 months

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"i'm hilarious."

"you're traumatized."

"there's a difference?"

#my hundredth post <3 #writers on tumblr #writers of tumblr #writing prompts #dialogue prompt #funny prompts #fluff prompts #romance prompts #prompts #fluffy prompts #fluffy romance #angst prompt #domestic fluff #creative writing #creative prompts #writing prompt #writing

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urfriendlywriter · 1 year

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gestures between rivals who are forced to get close:

(feel free to use! @urfriendlywriter ! tag me when yall write, IMPORTANTLY THE 2nd, 4th, 5th and 7th,, they are OJDJANAJA)

living together because the situation requires so

and walking in while they're dressing up. but oh god are they gorgeous? they catch your eyes so you say something mean and make your way out.

"don't tell me you fell in love with my oh-so-awesome personality :)" "I'd rather fall, hit my head and die ~.~"

accidental touching!!!!

awfully messing up when they're close, so they gently take the work from you, a smile lighting up their face, "let me do this for you, honey."

a breathless "if i spend one more minute this close to you, i think I'll go insane"

walking in on you changing, so they help you with your dress, evidently blushing, "this is very professional of me to do so, got it?" and you giggle, "got it."

smallest of compliments goes a long way when they say it.

when they not know how to accept a compliment from you! they're either smiling gently or flustered as fuck °\\°

sharing food, important the first and the last bites.

when they notice small things, like the smudge in the corner of your lips, and wiping it themselves

getting hurt and you see their heart break in their eyes as they drop their head down to your shoulders to hug you

"goddamn, [name], you didn't have to get yourself hurt" "i don't feel okay with letting you get hurt either."

silent nights where you both work on your own things separately

^ and the silence is surprisingly comfortable ?

"HOLY FU- [NAME], YOUR FUCKING UNDERWEAR IS LYING ON MY BED??"

the annoying things they do start to seem a little adorable

"You're smiling." "what? so now i can't smile?" "ARE YOU IN LOVE WITH ME?"

"i don't think you're that bad.. you'd make a good roomie :)" "*judges so hard*"

looking out for the other comes naturally

being vulnerable after a mission, and feeling very exhausted, and they take an effort to help you get comfy

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adiraargent · 1 month

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Who told you I was broken? - Jasper Rowle

warnings: angst, fluff

The Forbidden Forest loomed ahead, its ancient trees casting long shadows in the fading light of dusk. You found yourself drawn to its edge, the tranquil solitude of the woods offering a refuge from the chaos of the world. But even amidst the quiet beauty of nature, your mind remained consumed by thoughts of Jasper Rowle.

The memory of your conversation with him weighed heavily on your heart, his words echoing in your mind like a haunting refrain. "Why do you think that you need to fix me?" he had asked, his voice laced with frustration and hurt. "Who told you I was broken?"

The questions had left you reeling, the realization dawning upon you that perhaps you had overstepped your bounds. Who were you to assume that you could fix him, that your love could mend the broken pieces of his soul? Lost in your thoughts, you found yourself wandering deeper into the forest, the soft crunch of leaves beneath your feet the only sound breaking the silence.

As you walked, the memory of Jasper's troubled expression plagued you, his pain etched into the lines of his face like a map of the trials he had endured. You had thought that you were helping him, that your love could heal the wounds that he carried deep within him. But now, you couldn't help but wonder if your efforts had only served to push him further away.

Lost in your thoughts, you failed to notice the sound of crunching leaves following after you. "Love," he called out after you, quickening his pace to catch up to you. You turned around quickly at the sound of his voice, your face contorting into a look of surprise

"J?"

"Why do you think that you need to fix me?" he whispered, the words escaping his lips before he could stop them.

"I'm sorry..." you whispered softly, wishing you could go back and redo it all, scared that you had messed up one of the few good things you had going for you. "I shouldn't have said all that, I shouldn't have tried to fix you, or even think that you needed fixing."

Jasper's expression softened at your words, a flicker of understanding passing between you. "I know I got upset and lashed out when you called me broken," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "But that doesn't mean I'm not."

You reached out, your fingers trembling as they brushed against his cheek, a silent gesture of solidarity and understanding. In that moment, you realized that you didn't need to fix him, that you couldn't erase the pain that he carried within him. But you could stand by his side, offer him your love and support as he navigated the darkness that threatened to consume him.

And as you stood together in the heart of the Forbidden Forest, surrounded by the ancient trees and the gentle rustle of leaves, you knew that no matter what trials may lie ahead, you would face them together. Hand in hand, you would brave the darkness, bound by a love that could withstand even the deepest shadows.

"I adore you," he murmured softly, leaning into your palm. He grabbed your other hand, caressing it gently with his thumb before bringing it up to his mouth and planting a soft kiss on the skin of your hand.

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player1064 · 2 months

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“It’s still just as hard to return to his own bed afterwards as it had been four years ago” has RUINED me.. pls expand on them getting together omgggg

(in reference to my drabble from the other day)

me writing parts of the wife-Gary saga where they're in a committed relationship: fun. silly. these two idiots are so insufferable and drive everyone crazy w how in love they are.

me writing parts of the wife-Gary saga BEFORE they're in a committed relationship: they are so fucking tragic. and the REASON they are so fucking tragic is bc they are stupid. and repressed. and don't know how to have normal human conversations with each other.

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June, 2016.

“God, Carragher, ‘re you stalkin’ me? How is it that you’re always here after the shit games?”

“Calm down, lad, it’s only happened twice and I know you’ve had a lot more shit games than that. ‘Sides, ‘salmost like talkin’ about football is my job.”

“They should fuckin’ fire you, then,” Gary mutters.

Jamie raises a hand to his chest with an over-dramatic gasp. “But then we’d both be out a job. Think of the children, Gaz, how’re we gonna provide for them?”

Gary chuckles, but it comes out weak and bitter, shooting down any hopes Jamie has of lightening the mood.

He looks bad, is the thing. He looks really, really bad. Each month of the last six seems to have aged him an extra year, he’s pale and unkempt and he’s gained weight since Jamie had last seen him. And he’s looking at Jamie like – like he’d rather be looking at anyone else. Like he doesn’t trust him.

“That was cruel, Jamie, what you wrote,” he says flatly.

It’s my job, Jamie could argue, the articles get more clicks if I’m mean.

Instead, he looks Gary in the eye and says “I know. But someone had to say it.”

Gary rubs a hand over his jaw, huffs a sigh. “D’you not remember what it was like?” he asks, squinting at Jamie. “To wear the badge. I mean, I know it weren’t the same as Liverpool, for you. Weren’t the same as United for me, to be fair. But you must remember. End of the day, they’re just boys. We were too, all them years ago.”

“Gary, they played like shit,” Jamie says, gentle as he can. It doesn’t even occur to him to lie, to tell some meaningless platitude about how they tried their best. It was fucking Iceland.

“Yeah,” Gary says. “Yeah, I know.”

*

All Jamie wants is to say something mean, to tease Gary and make him laugh and for everything to just go back to fucking normal, for him to have seen Gary more than twice in the last six months. For those two meetings to have been after some fucking wins, instead of –

They sit side by side in the hotel bar, drinking in silence and staring blankly ahead.

Feels a lot like Barcelona.

“Ha,” Gary replies when he tells him this. “Fucking Spain.”

Jamie, who has never known Spain to do anything but take, raises his glass to that. “Fuckin’ Spain.”

Gary turns his head to look at him, makes a little high-pitched humming noise before shaking his head and staring down at the counter top instead.

“What?”

“Nothin’,” he says quickly. “’s stupid.”

Not like Jamie’s got anything better to do than sit and wait for Gary to get over himself, so that’s exactly what he does.

Eventually, Gary starts up again, voice unsteady. “I always wondered, um. If Spain was as shit for you as it was for me.”

“Well I never lost 7-0, lad, so I’m gonna go with no,” Jamie jokes, even though he knows that’s not what Gary means.

Because what he knows Gary means is –

“I mean Madrid, James. I guess – I’ve been thinkin’ a lot, obviously, about Spain. And how before all this –” he waves a hand vaguely in the air. “—before all this, Spain was just – it was only ever Madrid, tha’s all it meant to me. And I always wondered, ever since – d’you remember 2004? I always remember gettin’ to training camp, that year, an’ I saw you ‘n him, and I thought, I mean – I wondered, if maybe it was the same. For you, as it was for me. I remember thinkin’ that.”

2004 was… What springs to mind, when Jamie thinks of 2004, when he thinks of Gary Neville in 2004, is how much he fucking hated him. He remembers watching him at England camps, watching him with Beckham and wondering how the fuck they were able to carry on like nothing had changed, when it was taking all of Jamie’s energy to be civil to his oldest friend.

“I think…” he says carefully, ever so slightly terrified that he’s read this all wrong. “I think it was, yeah. I think it was the same.”

Gary breathes a sigh of relief.

He looks back at Jamie, unblinking, and asks quietly “what about Valencia?”

“What about it?”

“Was’at the same, for you. As Madrid. ‘Cause it felt – not the same, I s’pose, but – similar. Similar enough. For me.”

Jamie takes him in, the dark circles under his eyes, the hunched shoulders. The way he’s nervously biting his lip. Jamie takes it all in, and he thinks fucking Spain, and he thinks fucking Iceland.

“What’re you asking me, Gary?”

“Come up to my room with me?”

*

“Jamie,” Gary says breathlessly, eyes wide, as Jamie grinds their hips together like they’re a pair of fucking teenagers, “Jamie, Jamie, Jamie.”

“Christ, Gary,” Jamie huffs. Except it comes out softer than he’d meant it to. Christ, Gary. He splays one hand over Gary’s bare chest, scraping his fingernails over the pale skin. “You really don’t ever shut up, do ya?”

Gary flushes, brings a hand up to cover his mouth. Jamie grabs hold of his wrist and tugs it away.

“No, I didn’t mean –” he starts, painfully aware of what a fucking fool he’s about to make of himself. “I didn’t mean stop. ‘s nice. ‘s always nice, t’hear you dronin’ on.”

“Oh fuck you, Carra,” Gary says, but there’s a new twinkle in his eye. His blush has toned down to a delicious shade of pink, which makes Jamie want to do stupid things, like lean down and kiss him on the cheek, or say to him –

No. That can’t be what this is.

He smirks instead, says “think I’d rather fuck you,” delights in the way Gary’s grip on his arse tightens.

“Maybe next time, James, go easy on an old man.”

“Bit full of ourselves, are we? Thinkin’ I’ll be wantin’ a repeat performance?”

“More thinkin’ you’ll be wantin’ a rematch, ‘cause so far you’re a shit fuckin’ lay.”

“Am I fuck.”

*

The problem, when you really think about it, isn’t Jamie at all. He’s lying on his side, propped up with his elbow, and he’s watching Gary smile dozily at him.

The problem isn’t Gary, either. Or maybe it is, maybe the fact that he’s not the problem is causing a whole new set of problems, but Jamie can’t slow down his racing mind enough to deal with that right now.

No, the problem is fucking Spain, it's Valencia, it's Madrid, it’s David Beckham and it’s Michael Owen. The problem is this hotel in France, and it’s Iceland, and it’s Roy Hodgson, and it’s fifty years of hurt. The problem is about an hour’s drive down the M62, the problem is lying across from him, fingers lightly tracing the scars on his stomach, and the problem is saying “think I could love you, y’know,” as easily as you might say ‘it’s going to rain today’, or ‘Manchester United will never win the league again’.

And the problem, the real problem, is that Jamie can’t say it back. The problem is he’s never been able to say it, not to anyone.

So fine, maybe Jamie’s the problem.

He leans forward and brushes his lips against Gary’s, feels his pleased little hum, feels him try pull Jamie closer.

Jamie pulls away, slips out of the bed. He keeps his back to Gary when he says “I’ll see you at work when new season starts, then, yeah?”

“Oh,” he hears Gary say, voice small. “Oh, right. Yeah, I’ll – yeah.”

Jamie pulls his clothes back on and walks out the door. He’s got a flight to catch soon, anyways.

#also me in general: I love writing silly fluffy stuff I love writing humour #but then me: sees an opportunity to write angst and loses my MIND #thank yooouuu for the prompt!!#carraville #drabbles #yeah mickey's still on my mind btw. clearly.#wife gary saga

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fallingforel · 8 months

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Hey!! What’s up? I was wondering if you could do number 3 on the prompt list with Alex Turner but can you make it like a hurt/comfort thing where maybe they get into some sort of fight? I don’t wanna be too specific because I hate taking away creative freedom but I would love you forever🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🥰

CW:MENTIONS OF SICK.

A/N I am so so so sorry that it has taken me more than a month to get to my requests but i have been super super busy with everything just taking some time out for myself but im back and carrying on with everything while dealing with writers block for arabella ahagaha anyway for those wanting to request... prompt list is here. on with the showwww

PROMPT 3: "I need you"

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"ALEX. GO AWAY. I DON'T FEEL WELL. I DON'T NEED YOU HERE. LOOKING AFTER ME LIKE SOME TINY TODDLER BA-" I shouted from inside the bathroom door, which was cut off by emptying the contents of my stomach into the toilet bowl.

"darling I just want to be here for you. help you."

"yeah well not right now. I don't need you getting sick just before you have to leave for tour tomorrow. I can't let you risk it. If you want to help go stay at a hotel so you don't get infected with whatever I've got going on right now"

"okay. okay. I'm going right now. call me if you need anything. promise"

"I promise Alex. go. I don't need you here."

an hour had passed when I had finally gotten up from the bathroom floor. finally emptying all that I could from my stomach.

"knock knock. I'm coming in." Natalie. my best friend had announced herself.

"ugh. not you as well. Nat I'm fine. I don't need everyone babysitting me. I've dealt with sickness on my own before I don't need everyone looking after me I'm not a child"

"oh wow. I was only coming to say hello. but I've clearly hit a nerve. what's going on nobody mentioned you were sick. in that case stay clear of me I've got a shoot in 3 days. I do not have time to get sick"

"cheers nat. Thanks for looking after me."

"geez with the mood swings. you weren't wanting me to babysit you a few moments ago now you want me to look after you. What's wrong with you anyway"

"well, I've got sore boobs, metallic taste in my mouth all the time, I'm throwing up all the time I'm also tired all the fucking time. I just want this bug to pass so I can go back to happy healthy Y/n"

"Y/n babe when did you last have your period. 2 months ago why???" it took me a moment to realise it. and soon I gasped. "OMG! no I cant be this has come at the worst time I cant be. I'm on the pill and we used a condom"

"not always effective babe."

"okay okay. lets not rush into anything. Can you go pick up a pregnancy test."

"no need. I've got one in my bag for emergencies"

"err... I'm not gonna question that right now, we'll circle back to that one later. but okay I'll go take that right now. you stay here."

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After waiting what felt like an age but in reality only three minutes I flipped the test over.

POSITIVE 3+ WEEKS

"fucking great. just at the worst time." I whispered to myself.

"Y/n is everything okay in there."

"yeah. I need to be on my own. I'm sorry"

"don't even mention it babe. I'll see myself out now. Want me to lock the door"

"nah leave it open. shut it obviously but don't lock it"

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I knew I needed to tell Alex. tell him I was sorry before he left and about the baby that was growing inside me at the minute.

The phone rang once twice three times before he finally picked up.

"Y/n babe is everything okay."

"I need you. so bad" I cried down the phone to him

"I'm coming right now sweetheart. do you need anything?" he asked.

"Just a hug"

"okay okay. I'm on my way. Be five minutes top darling"

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and he really wasn't lying when he said he'd be no longer than 5 minutes because I heard the door go no longer than 3 minutes after I ended the phone call.

"Y/n darling?" he called

"upstairs Alex" I said my voice wavering.

he burst the bathroom door open. and I started sobbing jumping into his arms wrapping my arms round his torso. the both of us swaying from the impact a bit. but we soon stopped and Alex's arms soon wrapped round meeting at my waist. Alex walks the two of us to our shared bedroom sitting us down on the bed.

"woah darling what's this what's got you in such a tizzy?" he asks.

"I'm sorry." I mumble into his shoulder.

"sorry for what sweetheart?"

"sorry for shouting at you. sorry for accusing you for babying us. sorry for the news I'm about to put on you."

"There's no need to apologise for that darling you did nothing wrong." It takes him a moment for him to realise my last statement from my previous statement.

"Y/n what news what are you going on about? You are really freaking me out honey."

"Stay here" I pull myself out of his arms, and walk to the bathroom where the pregnancy test lay on top of the toilet.

"This is the news." I say walking back into the bedroom sitting on the bed next to him and pass him the pregnancy test that lay in my hand.

"You mean- You mean we're going to be parents?"

"Not if you don't want to be."

"Not if I dont? Darling of course I want to be a parent. Do you want to be?"

"of course I do its just-"

"it's just what?"

"Its just. Is now even the right time to become preganant especially when you leave for tour tomorrow. What about in 9 months time? What about when I become too fat to walk anywhere."

"That won't happen sweetheart. because you aren't gonna become fat. You'll have a baby in your tummy. Our baby. And as for the tour. You'll come with me, we can sort out something. we're doing the asia america and australia first and then in 4 months we'll be in the UK and your joining me for every single leg sweetheart the tour wont effect your pregnancy, we'll be home before babys here and there'll still be time for nesting getting baby ready and everything else."

"okay. thank you Alex. for calming my worries. We're going to be parents." I say pulling him into a hug.

"Damn right we are."

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9 months later.

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I d̶o̶n̶'̶t want to | {ShinoGiyuu}

Theme: Fluffy angst?

Note: Prompt—"I can't fall in love with you. I don't want all the pain that comes with it." I love angst prompts- This one fit Giyuu well sooo

Manga spoilers kinda 🤩

and i think yk what that means~

Giyuu was in love. For the first time in so many years. And he couldn't seem to get himself out of this stupid thing. Whenever he saw her, his eyes would light up and butterflies lit up his chest, beating his heart faster than it should be. He tried suppressing it, tried everything.

He tried writing out everything annoying about her, everything he hated, but he kept drawing blank after writing the first word, not knowing anything about her that was negative or bad.

He tried ignoring her but he found himself constantly wandering back to her, gazing at butterflies because they reminded him of her.

He tried convincing himself that love was a waste of time, it wouldn't help. He made himself think about everything that could go wrong but his mind wandered back to the fact that he loved her—he loved her too much to care.

It was hard.

He wanted her. Too much.

But he couldn't have her. He didn't want... to endanger her. He didn't want anything bad to happen to her.

So all he could do was try—try—to not gain her love back. He wanted it so badly but he couldn't bring himself to do it. If he couldn't fall out of love, might as well make sure she didn't love him.

So he ignored her. Acted cold, uncaring. Even went out of his way to talk to every other Hashira except her. Even Sanemi.

But... she kept coming back. She was persistent.

Her smile was curious and asking, wondering why he wouldn't talk to her. She would ask him questions, pester her day after day, not caring that he wouldn't talk back to her. Because he never told her to leave. Even if he acted like this, he'd never once told her to leave.

He didn't want to. He couldn't make himself shout at her, or say anything mean. So he stayed quiet.

And yet she persisted. She didn't stop. Never did.

He loved that about her. He wished he didn't.

And one day... one day, she told him something. Something that made him freeze up, his mind drawing blank, scared. No, not scared. But his heart raced and his face flushed and he turned to look at her, actually, physically acknowledge her.

"What?"

She smiled. "I like you." She said it so simply but to his ears it was a melody, a song. She spoke like an angel, her smile and her eyes and her... everything. It was angelic.

He didn't know what to say. He stared at her for a long time, trying to think of something.

But then she turned, humming to herself, and skipped off. She didn't seem disappointed by his lack of response.

Perhaps his appearence had been obvious that he repricated her feelings.

And he was left there, by himself, staring in wonder at the girl he loved so dearly. The one who had just told him that she loved him.

He found himself falling deeper in love.

When she spoke to him, he would give her a slight smile or a nod. Would respond to her questions with a short assent or a shake of the head. He wanted her to be happy. He didn't want her to think he liked her, though she probably guessed. So he didn't speak. He only... acknowledged her.

Which seemed to be enough for her for she began talking a lot more, eating lunch with him when she could and taking her time to give him things, small gifts.

He began giving some back, feeling almost guilty if he didn't.

They wrote letters.

He kept his short and careful, not wanting her to think anything of them. Hoping she wouldn't mind if he didn't write anything so elaborate or exciting as her own.

It was something he began looking forward to.

She noticed.

She asked him, one day, something. Something that made him freeze so similarly to that one day but in a way that wasn't quite so wonderful.

"Do you like me?"

He couldn't say yes. He couldn't nod. If he did, she was bound to die. Everyone he got close to died. Because of him. He was always so incapable of helping. Saving.

Somehow, he saved people's lives. Everyone's lives except the people that mattered most to him.

He just stared at her. And for a long moment, he didn't know what to do.

She looked confused, not able to read his expression.

And then she left.

She looked disappointed. Her posture wasn't the lively one it had been the other day.

It was almost sad, confused.

She stopped seeing him as much.

She began eating with him less and less. Her gifts were less thought out and she just handed them to him with a short, "Hello" and then a "goodbye."

Her letters drew shorter and shorter until they were only a few sentences.

He didn't know what to do. He'd fucked up somehow and he didn't know what the hell he had to do.

He tried talking to her more.

His letters were filled with apologies, his gifts were flowers and chocolates suddenly, little notes of 'I'm so sorry,' again and again and again.

When he got hurt, Aoi was put to the task of helping him.

She never did it anymore. Her previous smiles and laughter and talk weren't given to him anymore. He would try to offer them back to her but his attempts probably seemed pitiful compared to how wonderful she'd been. She still was. But not to him anymore.

He would catch her smiling as she spoke to someone else. But as soon as her eyes landed on him, her whole expression seemed to melt away. She would suddenly look weary, tired. As if she didn't know what to do.

He felt like as she always looked around him too.

And then something happened.

Something that made him realize that he should've told her. Should've explained everything.

He stood above her grave.

It was raining; fitting to his mood. At least it hid his tears.

He stared at the stone with her name etched in it, looking stupid and horrible compared to her lovely smiles, her beautiful looks.

But they were all gone. All of what was left of them were in his memories, replayed over and over, each day getting dimmer and dimmer with age.

He placed the flowers he'd brought down. Wisteria. Purple like her eyes. Representing the flowers she'd constantly use when she'd been alive.

And then roses. Red like the love he'd felt for her, red like the danger that flashed before her a moment before her death. Representing the flowers he'd given to her as he'd tried to get her to talk to him again.

He stared at the plants. They were dead too. He'd cut them off of their original bushes and now they were dead. Because of him.

He sank to a crouch in front of her gravestone, his eyes fluttering close.

"I'm so sorry," he whispered, the words he'd spoken and written and begged of her to understand for weeks before her death. "I'm so sorry, Shinobu."

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Anyone notice how I didn't use their names at all except in the very first word and very last?<3

If you did then wow bc I was half way through writing this when I realized I'd not used either of their names throughout most of it-

I loved writing this :0

dk why LMFAO

i rarely write ShinoGiyuu so

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