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Imagine hobie with a virgin reader but she's just so touchy, always giving hot and sloppy makeout seshes, sucks dick like a champ but is an actual virgin (never p in v) that most of the time has no clue what she's doing but if it works it works
She wears comfortably revealing shit, is vulgar and doesn't care about talking abt sex, shamelessly stares if Hobie is wearing sweats or is shirtless, but once Hobie and her get far enough-
"You're a virgin? Doll, I don' mind but that comes a bit of a shock" He teases with a grin before leaning down and whispering into her ear, "don' worry, I'll make this perfect for you."
then Hobie learns that shes really into rough shit or or is always cock drunk 💀
ahhh anon🫣
i can’t even add anything else to this, what you’ve written sums it up: it’s perfect.
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Go the Fuck to Sleep
Julie was just drifting off to sleep when the voice directly behind her said, "What time is our session in the studio tomorrow?"
"Seven baby." She whispered.
"Ok," Reggie squeezed her around the waist and snuggled back into her neck.
It was quiet for all of thirty seconds.
"We need to put pickles on the grocery list."
Julie giggled as Luke groaned from the other side of Reggie. "Babe I love you but please go the fuck to sleep."
"Sorry, Sorry," She felt Reggie lean back and smooch Luke loudly before he settled behind her again.
She was almost asleep when Reggie's quiet voice pulled her back from the brink again.
"It's just that..."
"Reggie…" Luke whined.
Julie sighed and turned around in Reggie's arms looking for his eyes in the dim light from the moon shining through the curtains. She could just make his features out, blinking at her owlishly and biting his bottom lip.
"Did we not tire you out enough mi corazon?" She placed one hand on his chest as she stroked his cheek with the other.
She watched him closely as he lowered his eyes and his blush warmed the palm of her hand.
"No..." He started to shake his head then stopped and sputtered. "I mean yes." He nodded and giggled. "You both..." He sighed as Luke chuckle behind him. "I'm good."
"Then what's wrong Reg?" Luke mumbled softly against the back of Reggie's neck.
"It's just…” He sighed.
“I love the weight of Luke against my back and his breath on my neck as he falls asleep,” he said pressing back against their boyfriend.
“And you…” He pulled her tighter against his chest. “You’re like the best stuffy ever.”
She giggled in his arms as Reggie flexed the hands spanning her back. “You’re soft in all the right places and you smell so good.”
“I just love being between you both so much I don't wanna sleep through it."
“Oh baby...” She cooed as both she and Luke hugged Reggie between them.
Just because they were in the same band and lived in the same house didn't mean they always had the same schedule. More often than not lately they'd been going to bed at different hours or crashing in the home studio wherever they managed to fall.
Tonight had been the first time in over a week they'd been together.
As they all relaxed their group hug Julie leaned back enough to give Reggie a soft kiss on the lips. "I promise we'll try to go to bed together more often.”
She leaned up to look at Luke who winked at her and nodded reading her mind like he often did. “You can even have middle dibs if you want for the rest of the month if you promise to, as our boyfriend so delicately put it, go the fuck to sleep.”
All three of them shook with giggles again.
"Really?" Reggie breathed out. “Every night? All month?”
"Yeah,” She grinned as he smiled at her excitedly. “I don't always like the middle because you two end up on top of me and… I love you both but you're heavy."
The guys laughed.
"And I like being in the middle for snuggles but I get so hot with both of you around me all night," Luke said around a yawn.
“Then it’s settled.” Julie reached over and stroked Luke’s arm. He reached over Reggie and pulled her leg up over Reggie’s hip leaving his hand on her thigh.
“Yep, settled,” Luke mumbled. “No more talking… sleeping now.”
Julie gave Reggie’s jaw a kiss as she tucked her head under his chin and settled her nose against his neck breathing him in immediately feeling drowsy again.
She felt him press his lips gently against the top of her head as she finally drifted off to the quiet sounds of both of her loves following her into dreamland.
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Finding Giggly Gogy
from this prompt list, from my lil angel baby puppy knight @awkwardtickleetoo 🥺 (ask here!). thank you for the prompt, this was so cute and fun to bang out (and torture you with) in like 2 hours bc im insane :3
prompt 1 - “i really want to tk you right now” / prompt 12 - “why are you holding back! laugh!”
(lee!George / ler!Dream : 1.5K words)
As the evening sun poured through the living room windows, George held his hand in front of his eyes, squinting and readjusting until the sun was no longer blinding him. He slumped back into the pillows he had placed under his head, having been laying on the couch for around an hour now after finishing up with dinner. Dream was sitting beside him with George’s legs draped over his thighs, a hand resting on the brunette’s shin while the other arm was over the back of the couch, leaning into it. Sapnap had left the two after eating, having prior plans to do a sponsored stream with Karl and a few other friends, leaving them to find their own entertainment.
They had spent their time with the tv on, some random show playing simply for background noise as they scrolled through Tiktok, every now and again showing each other funny ones that had popped up on their feeds. After a little while though Dream felt George beginning to fidget, sensing that the older boy was getting bored. Which in his experience was never a good thing. He locked his phone before placing it on the couch cushions next to him, turning his head to catch the end of George’s stretch.
His hands were above his head, his eyes closed and his leg muscles flexed slightly as he let out a contented sigh, melting back into the couch as his muscles relaxed. Dream’s attention was caught by a flash of pale skin, a tiny sliver of lower tummy exposed from George’s arms being raised. The blonde smiled, letting out a huff of air through his nose while he thought about the possible reactions he’d get if he traced a nail over it. The elder opened his eyes, his arms still above his head as he smiled up at Dream in slight confusion.
“What are you-”
“I really want to tickle you right now.”
“Wh- no?!” George’s arms immediately lowered, crossing over his torso as his hands covered what they could, yanking his shirt back down. “Why?!”
“You just look so….tickleable?” Dream raised an eyebrow as he spoke, the corners of his mouth turning up at the word choice. George scoffed, leaning up on his elbows and trying to pull his legs off of Dream’s lap.
“That’s not even a word! Wh- Why?!” The elder exclaimed in surprise as he felt a grip on both of his ankles, pulling them back to lay against the couch and forcing George’s thighs to lay back over Dream’s. “Whahat are you doing?! L-Let mehehe go!” He fell back onto the couch as he used his hands to grab at Dream’s, trying and failing to pull them away from his ankles. He squealed, covering his mouth with his hands when he felt the swipe of a finger over the arch of his left foot. The hands climbed up his calves and to his knees, squeezing the sides of it twice and causing George to let out a startled gasp.
“Why would I do that when I could have a squirming, giggly Gogy in my lap?” The words made George’s cheeks slowly heat up, his hands now moving from covering just his mouth to covering his whole face. Dream took this opportunity to move his hands up slowly, kneading gently into the muscles above George’s knees and smiling when he heard another muffled squeal from behind his hands.
“Nnh!” George whined behind his hands, still refusing to move them as Dream continued his pinches and prods on his sensitive inner thighs. Dream used his thumb and middle finger to knead little circles on the inner and outer thigh at the same time, giggling as George bucked up with yet another squeal. But no matter how many times his fingers traveled up and down the thighs, George didn’t let out any laughter. This was odd, considering George normally loses his mind at any type of tickles he receives. Dream rolled his eyes at the stubbornness of the boy next to him, smirking when he realized what he was doing.
“What’s going on? I have a squirmy Gogy, but it seems I’m lacking a giggly Gogy! Let’s change that, shall we?”
George lowered his hands at that, panicking with his eyes wide as he watched Dream wiggle his fingers over his torso. The brunette reached his arms up, attempting to grab onto Dream’s wrists again, but squeaked when the hands dodged out of his path and began poking softly up and down the right side of George’s ribs. As quickly as he lowered them, George’s hands were back over his face, a shaky groan seeping through his fingers as Dream continued the gentle assault on his ribs.
“Why are you holding back? Laugh, you little idiot!” George whined at that, shaking his head quickly as his blush quickly spread from his cheeks to his ears, turning them bright red and letting Dream know his teases were getting to him.
“Come on, where’s my pretty boy? Why is he hiding the giggles from me, huh?” Another long whine from George was all Dream needed to tell him that the older boy was on the brink of breaking, smirking as he moved one hand from George’s ribs down to his thighs again.
“Alright, Georgie. You’ve left me no choice.” Dream faked a disappointed sigh before pinching his right hand over George’s bottom ribs, while his left hand squeezed quickly into his inner upper thigh. The blonde was smiling, breaking into his own giggles as he watched George squirm like a fish out of water, kicking his legs pathetically against the couch and twisting his torso back and forth to try to move away from Dream’s pinches.
“Mhmhm!! Nhn!”
Slowly but surely, more squeaks and squeals came from behind the barrier George had made with his hands, until eventually it all exploded out when Dream hit a particularly sensitive spot on the back of George’s ribs. The elder tried his hardest to keep his laughter in, squeezing his eyes shut and biting his lip as hard as he could, but it was no use. He was simply too ticklish. George couldn’t help the hyena-sounding cackles that poured from him, finally letting it all out and quickly grabbing for Dream’s hands once again.
“There he is! Finally, giggly Gogy has been found!” The pun was not lost on George, who would’ve rolled his eyes if he wasn’t drowning in his own laughter.
“Okahay okay! P-Plehehease! Dreheheam!” George pleaded, giving Dream his best teary puppy dog eyes to try and persuade the younger boy to stop. It would seem luck was on George’s side as not even a minute later, the tickling came to a stop, now replaced with soothing rubs from Dream’s palms to help calm the ghost tickles. George allowed himself to ride out the giggles, closing his eyes again and throwing an arm over his face that was still glowing bright pink.
“Wh-What was thahat for?!” He questioned the blonde as he finally got his breathing regulated, leaning back up on his elbows as he waited for Dream’s reply.
“I was bored, you were bored. I saw you were squirmy and I just had to do it! Plus, you’re adorable when you’re tickled.” Dream explained, laughing when George rolled his eyes. He poked into the older boy’s ribs twice more, making the smaller boy break out into panicked giggles as he pulled his legs back over and up into his chest, finally able to break free from the tickly trap Dream had him in.
“That’s not even a real reason!” George complained, trying his best to sound annoyed through the huge grin that he couldn’t quite shake, the ghost tickles still bubbling in his tummy at the thought of what he just went through.
“To be fair, I was going to stop, but you decided to be stubborn and hold your giggles back from me,” Dream shrugged, picking up his phone from off of the couch before unlocking it, now scrolling through his twitter feed. “Consider this a learning experience! Next time just laugh for me, okay kitten?”
The nickname had George blushing up to his ears once more, letting out one last scoff as he sat up the right way on the couch, his feet barely touching the ground as he leaned back into the couch next to Dream, shoulders brushing together as he did.
And if a few minutes later Dream finds himself with a lap full of the brunette’s torso, no one can blame him when he decides to tickle the life out of him; this time making sure George doesn’t have any chance of holding in his laughter. In fact, just because he was robbed of prior giggles, Dream decides to make him scream. Just because he can.
#lee!george#ler!dream#hehehehe#i loved writing this so much it was very fast for once#when i asked cal if he thought it was ready#he said#and i quote#'yes i need other people to see ur crimes'#what a cry baby amirite :3#anyways#i love dnf#i love lee george#i love ler dream#i love cal#i love this prompt#i just love this entire thing as a whole#thank u for coming to my rant enjoy#mushie fics#mcyt tickle#my stuff
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Platonic Henry and Helen, mundane au?
Hello and thanks so much! 🥰 Another three sentences + scene inspired by them, because I love this one. I'll get to the next one tomorrow.
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He had always wondered why he had been chosen by the Doc, out of all the children that she possibly could have taken in, considering that he was no where near the easiest one to love, the easiest one to raise.
There was only her in his memory--he had no memory of anyone loving him before her, before the brief male figures that had disappeared all too soon, before the little sister that didn't know any better than to love him like a biological brother when he hadn't earned it.
He was all of ten years old when he blurted out the question to her, trying not to cry because he was certain he was a pity case and nothing more, all of ten years old when she told him and broke and healed his heart and held him while he did cry.
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Henry was quiet as he looked at the Doc as she ran her hand though her hair with a sigh, tapping her pen against the edge of the kitchen table.
It was late, but she had allowed him to stay up with her when he hadn't been able to sleep and Henry found comfort in that.
His baby sister, Ashley, had been put to bed a few hours earlier, the little girl still blissfully sleeping upstairs as the Doc went through papers she wouldn't tell him about and stressed.
Henry knew that he was part of the problem. He had been young, maybe four years old, when she had taken him in.
He had been a wild, almost feral child, left to fend for himself before he could remember, was behind developmentally in things like reading and writing. He had needed speech therapists for years and still needed tutors for school. He just added to the bills, which were probably what she was sorting through right now.
Henry felt immensely guilty for that, considering that the Doc was a single parent, carrying the burden of both of them alone.
Sometimes he was still afraid that she would come to her senses and give him back.
He was an expense she didn't need, he was trouble at school when he didn't try to be, he wasn't a child she had given birth to.
Henry still couldn't figure out why she had adopted him and then decided to have a baby on top of that, right when her husband left her.
Giving him back, because things were only getting harder, made sense, and Henry's stomach squirmed badly as he stared at the table, swallowing hard.
It was why he didn't call her mom. His first mom had clearly decided that he wasn't worth it and he was just waiting, in the back of his mind, for this one to come to her senses and do the same thing.
She liked taking care of strays and the hard cases and he was probably just one of those. She passed them all off eventually and that was a thought that haunted Henry on bad nights, just like tonight.
"Why?" he blurted out, looking at her.
The Doc looked up, eyes wide in her pale face, above dark circles.
"Why what, darling?"
"Why do you want me?"
Her lips parted in shock and she stared at him, as if she had never even considered the reason before, which made Henry's throat tighten.
He told himself not to cry.
"Because I love you."
"You didn't love me when you picked me. You didn't know me. You could have picked any kid. A kid that was less of a pain."
She set her pen down and held his gaze. He looked away.
"Henry--"
"Please, Doc." he whispered.
"I found you, darling." she said softly. "When you were out there, alone and lost."
He looked back up, because she had never told him this. He didn't remember when he had been found, not really. Those early years were lost to him.
"You did?"
"Yes. I....I did fully intend to allow someone else, someone more qualified, take you in."
That made Henry's throat tighten even more. She had intended to from the beginning. The mystery now was why she hadn't yet.
"Why didn't you?"
Her lips twitched and she closed her eyes briefly, making Henry realize with a jolt that she was trying not to cry herself.
"Because you clung to me. Because you trusted me. After you held on to me, after I looked into your eyes, I couldn't let you go. I fell in love with you that day, Henry, and I've loved you every day since."
Henry stared at her and then, to his mortification, burst into tears like he had been struggling not to do.
He was ten. He was too old to be crying in front of anyone, but Henry couldn't stop himself.
The doc got up and walked around the table, wrapping her arms around him tightly and pulling him close, pressing her cheek against the top of his head.
Henry could feel her own tears and just clung to her, unable to fully express how much fear those words took away, how much the confirmation meant to him.
"I love you, my darling. I'll never stop. Never." she whispered into his hair.
"I love you too."
#i love this prompt#misscrazyfangirl321#henry foss#helen magnus#sanctuary#thanks for the ask!#fanfiction#my fanfiction
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I liked @cold-neon-ocean's post about giving your favorite characters mild physical ailments so here are mine for General Iroh:
He needs reading glasses starting in his early 20s. He can read without them but will get a headache if he goes on too long, which between his work and his personal interests he often does. This turns into needing actual glasses somewhere around age 50.
Iroh is a very light sleeper. He's trained himself to be able to fall asleep in all kinds of conditions but if there's too much noise or movement he's up. In unfamiliar places this can make him chronically tired and prone to headaches.
He's susceptible to bacterial infections. Iroh nearly died from a puncture wound that went septic early in his United Forces career and has learned to be extra careful when he's injured. It's why you see his arm in a bandage in S1 even after Korra heals it. Iroh has learned that he can't be too careful with open wounds, especially while in unsanitary conditions. That said, aside from complications from injuries he's rarely sick and is a total bitch of a patient when he is.
Overall, Iroh is very healthy and a model of physical fitness. By far his biggest ailments are mental. Iroh suffers from mild depression and anxiety and has since he was a young teen. Boredom is a big trigger - he can't seem to sit still and if he isn't able to move or fidget for long periods it weighs on him. One of the big reasons Iroh is both very fit and in the military is that he finds that structure, purpose, a never-ending to-do list, fresh sea air, and plenty of strenuous exercise help a lot with his condition, as do various tricks he learns such as counting and breathing when stressed. It's a lifelong struggle for him.
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Realised I havent posted this yet (AND I JUST- _JUST_ REALISED I COMPLETELY FORGOT TEDDYS TATTOOS-)
Saw this on pinterest while outside with my parents and I felt the need to draw this-- I didnt have that much time tho so no lineart 🥲
Idk I love them
#teddy lobo#renfield 2023#renfield movie#robert montague renfield#tedfield#r.m. renfield#digital art#art#artwork#teddy#Lobo#I love this prompt#teddy thinks he looks badass#he does#ben schwartz#nicholas hoult#my otp#otp
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Whump Prompt #1122
Submitted by Anon - thanks!
Character A feels responsible for having caused a tragedy that has involved all of humanity.
Character B in love with A, finds a way to fix it but it costs him his own life. B dies in A's arms, leaving him alone and in despair at having lost the only person who trusted and loved him.
#MMMHMMMMM#Ovid who?#this is a greek tragedy waiting to happen#and i am here for it#death#tw: death#self sacrifice#self sacrifice for someones happiness#imagine killing yourself so the one you love can feel guilt free#but it only makes it worse...#like#their image is saved#and so is the world#but they'll never find love again#i love this prompt#whump#writing#prompts#emotional whump
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🖤 barber!mickey & (not so) shaggy!ian 🖤
here's the 36th installment for this week's @galladrabbles prompt: universe by @sickness-health-all-that-shit
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Ian finds the sentiment shocking. From the moment he walked into the shop, Mickey has been nothing but put-together. Professional, precise, and placid.
A little hard to read too, but Ian thinks the fact that he didn’t laugh in his face at the idea of a date is a good sign.
But nervous? There isn't a single universe in which Ian Gallagher thinks Mickey Milkovich might be nervous.
The implications churn in his gut like ocean waves under the fierce force of heavy storm winds. Turbulent and blue-gray—a perfect match for the eyes currently dodging his gaze.
#remember the poetry of chapter 1? ugh trying to get back there lol#i love this prompt#i love imagining them in every universe#& then within those universes having them imagine other ones#just like a big neverending loop of universes#(kind of like real life? but that might be too weighty for a wednesday)#((like thanks brain. i'm literally just trying to vibe.))#ANYWAY#someday they'll make it to the taco truck#shameless#galladrabbles#barber!mickey my sweet#shaggy!ian my pet#shameless fanfiction#ian x mickey
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💋 prompt: in which you have to keep quiet/try not to get caught with gardener Din.....pretty pls 🙏
Ohhhhh, Flora. I'm fanning myself. Whatever you wish.
Gardener!Din x f!reader. Takes place well into their secret relationship. SMUT. Leaving it at that.
It's the middle of the day. You never do that in the middle of the day. It was supposed to be a quiet afternoon reading in the back garden, a bit of time away from the family before dinner.
He wasn't supposed to be there.
"Din, oh heavens above. Like that. Just like that, please." He's thrusting into you so gently, biting down on your earlobe. His hand cradles the back of your head to keep it from hitting the tree as he pushes inside of you repeatedly. The other is gripping your hip, helping to keep your skirts up enough for him to gain access.
"So soft. So soft. Will never get enough of this," he pants against you, his hips angling in a way that makes you cry out.
"Oh, god, Din! So big...so big inside me," you wail with a loud moan, gripping the back of his shirt with both hands. He immediately brings his hand up to cover your mouth but doesn't stop thrusting in and out of you.
"Sweetheart, you have to be quiet. They'll hear us. Please, I...please," he begs, removing his hand and covering your mouth with his lips instead. He swallows every moan you let out, including the one where you practically scream into his mouth as you climax. He's right behind you, coming with a growl as he fucks every bit of his spend into you. He rests his head against yours as you both catch your breath, and he gives your rosy, kiss-bruised lips a feather-light smooch before pulling out of you and tucking himself back in his pants. You adjust your skirts down.
Din reaches over and pulls something from your hair. "Bark," he explains with a little smirk. He pulls his jacket back on, one arm at a time, and sighs.
You can feel it. He doesn't want to go. You don't want him to leave either, but someone will be along soon to look for you.
You tug on his jacket. "When will I see you again?"
"Soon," he promises, before disappearing around the tree.
Life goes on as normal, and you might have thought you dreamed it during an afternoon nap in the grass if it wasn't for his cum dripping out of you the rest of the day.
#listen I don't know#lol#I love this prompt#thank you!!#gardener!din#din x f!reader#the language of flowers drabble#sleepover saturday
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Don’t mind if I do @underworldqueen13 ~
Retirement had certainly been a welcome step in Kanan’s life. After the fall of the empire and the lack of need for his skills, he could no sit back, relax, and enjoy a comfortable life.
Well… it’s seems perhaps a bit *too* comfortable.
Kanan had grown fat.
Massively fat.
Now living a sedentary life where his only exercise was getting his ass off the couch to go to the kitchen had taken it’s toll on the once fit and toned Jedi. It really grew apparent just how out of control his gluttony had gotten when he reached the 400 pound mark. Kanan was struggling to join the to clasps on his belt when it really hit him how obese he’d gotten. A large doughy belly now adorned his midsection. His thighs now jiggled when he walked- sorry, waddled to his meals. His once chiseled jaw like was now home to a second chin covered by his beard.
It didn’t stop there.
After 500 pounds, Kanan just excepted that this was his life now. At 600, it was now very obvious then man actively enjoyed his growing frame. Now taking up most of his couch, Kanan patted his ample belly and let out a belch, having just finished a large meal. Taking the time to suck the sauce of his fingers, he chuckled.
“Damn… if my younger self could see me now haha~” He licked his lips and felt his face go flush ad he began to play with his fat.
“Karabast… I’m morbidly curious what another hundred pounds’ll do to me…” Kanan murmured softly to himself as a large, stupid grin began to spread on the man’s face.
It seemed retirement had been much better for Kanan than he had first thought… and it would only get better from there.
#ficlit#fat kanan#chubby kanan#kanan jarrus#drabble#star wars rebels#weight gain#heheheheheheheh#I love this prompt
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Galladrabbles - Prompt: PROPHECY entry #2
As I said, I love this prompt ahah @crossmydna thank you so, so much! Because not only it’s AU time, but it’s also soulbond time and I have stressed you all enough with the thing that it’s my favorite genre XDDD
So, here’s my 2nd entry for the @galladrabbles prompt: PROPHECY
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When the moonlight hits the Sun-stone right at its core
Dig the cradle and give live to the only one you adore
Ian arrived to Stonehenge and dug with his own hands, desperate but faithful.
When he felt a hand grabbing him, he helped his soulmate emerging from the ground.
Mickey took his first breathe directly from Ian’s lips. Then he opened his hand: a small parchment. A new prophecy had born with him.
From Michalis and Iohannis, to Mikhailo and Ivan, they kept finding each other.
“My love.”
“It’s Ian in this life.”
“It will always be my love.”
#i love this prompt#sorry another rhyme#but prophecy inspires rhymes ahahah#omg i want to write them all now#i might do a 3rd entry ahahah#galladrabbles#my writing#100 words#gallavich
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365 Days of Writing Prompts: Day 204
Adjective: Halting
Noun: Bow
Definitions for those who need/want them:
Halting: slow and hesitant, especially through lack of confidence, or faltering
Bow: a knot tied with two loops and two loose ends, used especially for tying shoelaces and decorative ribbons; a decorative ribbon tied in a bow; a weapon for shooting arrows, typically made of a curved piece of wood whose ends are joined by a taut string; a bowman; a long, partially curved rod with horsehair stretched along its length, used for playing the violin and other stringed instruments; a single passage of a bow over the strings of a violin or other stringed instrument; a curved stroke forming part of a letter (e.g. b, p); a metal ring forming the handle of a key or pair of scissors; (North American) a side piece or lens frame of a pair of glasses; an act of bending the head or upper body as a sign of respect or greeting; the front end of a ship
#i love this prompt#it seems pretty simple and not like something that would necessarily be up my alley based on appearance#but this reminds me of a short story i wrote in high school titled 'with all righteousness'#and i would LOVE to write about based on it or about something similar#so im super excited!#im actually so caught up in excitement that i forgot to do my little diary entry thing at the beginning#but my gf and i made earl grey lavender lemon cookies and potato mochi (respectively) and they all turned out amazing#we havent been able to cook much lately so it was nice to be able to spend an evening cooking together#and the food being delicious is a major plus#thanks for reading#writing#writer#creative writing#writing prompt#writeblr#trying to be a writeblr at least#*to write a poem based on (geez i really did get too excited huh)
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Learning so much about his friends.
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Heyo! ♥
So for the husband, one night stand, best friend thing: Diavolo, Nanami, Artem >:3
Oh nooooo, my three husbands :((((((
It was surprisingly easy to decide but I don't feel good about it haha
One night stand will have to be Diavolo. I love him with all my heart, but he's been so secretive in the lessons that I don't know he'd be good best friend material. And being the prince, marrying would be a whole other issue to deal with. He will always be my friend of course, he's a sweetheart and he's silly, but it's best to nip the passion in the bud with a one night stand.
I'd choose Nanami to be my best friend. Now he is more husband material, but he does live a dangerous life (is still grieving everything that happened in canon), and his work does come first. Not that I blame him for it, he saves lives, but it would be a lonely marriage if he stayed a sorcerer. Also, he'd provide the best, honest advice.
Artem.... I must marry Artem. He's extremely work oriented when you first meet but he gets so much better, doing his awkward best to relax and let loose a little. He's so damn in love, I think choosing anything else will break his heart lol. He's a great provider and very caring, and he makes me melt ❤
Thank youuuuu Venus 💜
Anyone else, feel free to send an ask with 3 characters (pretty much anything) for husband, one night stand, best friend!
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I just read a silly (but very cute) book called Night Shift and it’s about a girl who is a bookworm and works the night shift at her college’s library. One night, in comes the basketball team’s mvp asking for help with choosing a poem to analyze for one of his classes. Romance ensues. Anyways! Who fits this description?? Doesn’t have to be m/f, can be any combo you want :)
- mina
WAIT THAT DOES SOUND CUTE AND SILLY, like that's some old school romantic AU stuff 😭
okay here's some ships (it'll be librarian/athlete)
Mina/Momo
Seohyun/Hyoyeon
Kyungsoo/J.Seph
Jongho/Yunho
Jungkook/Yoongi
Kun/Lucas
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