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yuesya · 3 days
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Also, since Kinji is such an addict with playing Pachinko (gambling machine), I wonder when he would tempt Shiki and Hoshi to gamble to. Also, how good do you think that Shiki would do if she ends up playing Pachinko or any other gambling related games (the kinds you would find in a casino or any games that you can place money into the pot as a reward like Mahjong). I bet with Shiki's stockpile of money from her missions, it should not be a problem for her to play high stake gambling games.
Kinji:
Kinji, ignoring Choki looming in the background: Hey Shiki, can I get a loan? We can split my earnings-
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jasminesfury · 6 months
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messy chaotic ‘we’re terrible for each other but can’t keep our hands off each other’ prompts
oh hello i am in fact alive
“do you ever actually think before speaking? like is your brain capable of processing a thought??” “yeah, it’s just immune to idiotic ones”
“take that back” “prove me wrong” (or; a cliché ‘make me’)
being in some sort of intense slightly pointless staring match (after an argument, preferably) and just saying “oh fuck it who cares” and pulling their neck down to kiss them
“do you the sex would be boring if we didn’t argue before it every time?” “i mean, we could always argue during”
^or, alt: doing it once when you’re not arguing instead kinda tipsy but not drunk, and it’s all giggles and laughter and sweet nothings and the next morning being like “oh fuck i actually like them”
“why does everything with you have to be so difficult!?” “it’s fun getting you all riled up”
“oh, if i had known that’s all it would take for you to shut up i would’ve done this ages ag-“ “only finish that sentence if you have a death wish”
“you’re doing it wrong” “jesus, would you just relax” “no because i’m wasting my tim- oh, oh my god-” the other character smirking, “don’t look so smug” “i think i’ve earned the right, now just trust me, okay? believe it or not, i want to make you feel good”
“so you’ll finally stop being an asshole and just sign the document?” “keep doing this and i’ll sell you my house”
getting jealous and the other character pretending that it’s unreasonable, but secretly character A is the only one they feel a spark with. the only one they feel excited to be around
“we should probably stop this” “yeah” … “we’re not going to though, right?” “oh absolutely not”
“nope no nada, no using sex to get me to do things you want, it’s not going to work anymore”
“you really are a fucking asshole aren’t you?” “yes, i believe that’s what’s on my resume”
“i hate you” “i know” “and that won’t change” “i know” “and you’re still okay with this?” no “yes”
“imagine a universe where we didn’t hate each other, that would be so-“ “boring?” “yeah! like imagine not bickering over tiny things, that’s no fun”
“she says we bicker like an old married couple”
talking with a friend; “you shouldn’t go there” “i know” “and you shouldn’t sleep with them” “i know” “it’s a bad idea” “i know” “well. will you?” “..yeah”
“i know we’re terrible for each other but every time i look at them it’s just like my brain flies out the window and my hormones take over”
“we’re broken up, it’s just two friends going out for drinks, okay?” ending up in one’s bed, but alright
“did you sleep together?” “noooo, i just-“ “tripped on a stone and accidentally dailed his number which magically led to you two meeting at a pub and you just magically teleported to your bedroom without your clothes on? yeah, thought so”
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writersloveroe · 10 months
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one bed trope dialogue prompts
♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎
•”wait- there’s seriously only one bed?”
•”no i insist, stay in bed with me,”
•”i didn’t mean to end up so close to you that night we were sharing the bed,”
•”it was so awkward- i woke up and we were cuddling like a couple,”
•”i hope you don’t snore,”
•”can you come a little closer? it’s cold in here,”
•”you know your head was resting on my shoulder as you slept right?”
•”you’re a cute sleeper,”
•”i know this is a bit weird, but can you hold me?”
•”stop hogging the covers!”
•”you kicked me seven times while sleeping,”
•”can you talk to me? i can’t sleep,”
•”there must’ve been some mistake there should be two beds,”
•”sharing a bed with you isn’t the worse thing that could happen, right?”
•”i’ll sleep on the couch- fine, i’ll sleep with you on the bed,”
•”you have cute bedhead,”
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echoingalaxies · 10 months
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Two characters dressing up for a night out, maybe:
"If anybody can look at this and still think I'm straight, that's on them. I've done everything I can."
"If anybody can look at this and still be straight after that... well, it's their loss."
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bunnyswritings · 1 year
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Protective prompts where Person A is protective of person B ahhh plssss <33
Of course!! I hope you like these, let me know what you think!!
Some otp prompts where one is protective over the other
Scenarios
A tugging on B's hand and switching places when walking down the sidewalk because they don't want B walking next to the busy traffic.
A standing guard outside B's office as they take a short nap during lunch break so as to make sure nobody interrupts B's much needed rest.
A not letting B do any household chores after they find out that they're expecting. In fact, A doesn't let B lift a finger around the house nor at work, revealing A's lesser known domesticated side.
A giving B a lift home after their date, and insisting on walking B right to their doorstep before leaving.
^ with A tightly hugging B goodbye, not wanting to let go until B reminds them that they have an early morning at work the next day.
A reminding the waiter a second (or third) time of B's food allergies at a group gathering, and A getting teased by their friends for being over-protective and smitten with B.
A and B are out on a date, only to run into B's toxic ex. A immediately holds B's hand under the table, and whispers a quick 'I'm here, I love you' into their ear just because they know it'll reassure them.
A holding B's hand while sleeping after B had gotten physically hurt just so that they will be woken up if B tries to get out of bed or needs to get something.
Dialogue
"Get behind me, A, right now—" "No, b... but—" "Please, I can't afford to lose you,"
"I'll be right here whether you need me or not, I'm not going anywhere without you again,"
"What do you mean by why I got into a fight with them?" "I can take care of myself, you know—" "Yes, and so what? That doesn't change the fact that I promised myself I'd protect you no matter what,"
"What did you just say?" "B, please, not now..." "No, I'm not letting anyone walk over you like that. A is the most beautiful, intelligent and kind person I've met in my entire life, and I definitely am not the only one who thinks that way,"
"You have me now, A. I'm sorry that I wasn't before... but I'm here now. You have me now, and forever,"
"Why did you do that, A? Now you're hurt because of me," "There's no why," A sighs, wincing as B cleans their wound, "when it comes to you, there's no why, A. I'd do it again in a heartbeat,"
"Promise me you'll call?" "Of course," "Even three seconds is enough... I'll just need to know that you're okay—" "And I will be okay, because I know you'll be rooting for me no matter what,"
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Random Prompt n°35
A: "You can't do that!"
B, smirking: "Do not speak on behalf of nonexistent laws, darling."
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inafieldofdaisies · 4 months
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WIP Whenever (since I'm way late for a Wednesday check-in)
Popping in with a new OC reveal this week, mwah. Meet Sébastien as he runs headfirst, or shall I say falls, into trouble.
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"And above all, keep your feet and legs together.", the faint droning of the instructor rang in the background as Sébastien regarded the picturesque scenery below him through the opening of the small plane, "You listenin'?" He let out a chuckle before sending a smile the man's way, same one he would offer his father's investors anytime he'd be forced to sit into a meeting with them and pretend he knew all about running their family business. "Of course, m-", he racked his brain, trying to remember a name, first or last, anything, at the end coming up empty, "my dear newfound friend." The bored look he received as a reply wasn't promising, but he wasn't there to impress anyone, rather than seconds away from plummeting down from 10 000 feet up, if luck had it, gracefully and without a hitch. "You sighed the waiver.", the man muttered under his breath before continuing, "From your demeanor, I take it you're not worried?" "No.", Sébastien lied as he braced against the side of the plane, completely suited up, wondering if the truth would stop him from his most recent adrenaline seeking spontaneous trip. His forged license ensured him passage, a seat on the plane, almost making him forget he had to also act the part, doubting money would slay the person in front of him with how much weight he put on the rules even before take-off.
"Good.", a mumble sounded from the front, followed by a wave from their pilot aimed at the instructor. "-clearance.", he strained his ears, trying to catch whatever the two were hunkered down and whispering about. "Okay. Showtime, Mr. King.", it took him a lot of willpower to not instinctively correct the fake name he had given upon meeting the man and signing a stack of documents before his dive. His father would always talk about how much pride he had to have in the Gallagher-Kerring name, the legacy it carried, same one that gave people a pause and made it super easy for him to be tracked down. "I thought we weren't due for a couple of more minutes?", checking his watch was close to impossible, with all the gear he had on, but eventually he managed to confirm his suspicion. The scenery wasn't of much help location wise with the fields and various small structures scattered between winding roads signaling, he could have been anywhere over Montana. The body of water they passed reminded him he wasn't exactly listening to that part of the lecture. Just aim for anything that's not water. Easy. "Time flies.", was all the instructor offered before bracing his hands on his hips, "Usually we would need the equipment back by Friday, or else you lose the deposit, but seeing how you have your own and didn't request retrieval…" "That won't be an issue?" The plan was to skydive, land near Missoula, maybe hitchhike there if he felt extra adventurous. Everything he wore was practically brand new, purchased after he had stormed the closest specialized store he could find the moment he had left the most recent gathering Frank Gallagher-Kerring had bestowed upon him. The bright yellow and black piece covering his lean body wasn't exactly his first choice, but he was assured it was the best and most expensive one they had.
"Yeah. Any further questions, Mr. King?" "No. Thank you.", he paired the words with another grin while wishing for the man to already stop talking. With a final clearance and another quick whisper session with the pilot, Sébastien found himself threading air, all his instincts screaming at him he would die. Instead of listening to the pesky voice, he focused on his surroundings and how the small dots that were in reality trees and other buildings became large, closer as he spread his limbs face-to-earth to avoid spinning out and actually making true on that fear. "I'm alive!", he screamed on top of his lungs, absorbing as much of the giddy sensation as he could. There always came a time during whatever dangerous endeavor he partook where his mind would seem so much clearer, though usually he had others with him, drowning out the tranquility. "3000 feet.", the altimeter attached to his helmet announced, kicking him back into action as he recalled his instructor's word about the moment he needed to open his parachute. His right hand grasped the rip-cord while his left came to rest across his waist. A sudden jolt followed as the canopy unfolded, making his breath hitch. He pushed through the shock as a satisfied smile spead over his features. "Piece of cake.", he muttered while his eyes zeroed on a white shape speeding down one of the roads he could see from his position. He had no idea how much time passed where he descended towards the clearing he believed was good enough for a landing with the alternative of ending up in one of the trees nearby, slightly worrying him.
Then he felt it, trying to convince himself the adrenaline was playing tricks on him - something flying past him as smaller forms that looked almost like ants came into view. Whatever calm had taken over his body left him at once when the whoosh happened again, followed by another. A stinging sensation registered in his arm as he gripped his parachute risers tighter. His gaze widened in horror at the tear in his suit as another bullet flew past and missed him. The multiple holes marrying the previously intact material of the bright yellow and black canopy only fueled it. "No fucking waaaaay.", he let out a string of curses as panic swooped in together with the realization he was being shot at. That the shapes that previously looked like ants were people with guns and coming in closer as he descended down. In his attempts to avoid getting killed by something that had nothing to do with his questionable choices, he focused on the road next to the clearing, hoping the maniacs would let out if he landed outside of what he assumed was their private property they were so dead set on defending from an innocent skydiver. Their angry yells mixed until they were indistinguishable as he began plummeting down faster thanks to his parachute being turned into swiss cheese. The wind worked in his favor somewhat, granting him a lead on his pursuers. More bullets flew, all missing him by mere chance, making him glad whoever those men were they certainly had worse aim than him at his very first shooting lesson his father had dragged him to when he was but 10.
"Come on. Come on, baby.", he chanted as his luck ran out and his hopeful descent turned nightmarish, faster, out of control. It was becoming clear making it to the safety of the road wasn't in the cards for him when his trajectory shifted dramatically despite him trying his hardest to keep steady. "FUCCK.", ripped out of his throat as he calculated his chances of making it over the tree line separating the fields from the road. No way. It was going to take a miracle. All he could do was close his eyes while his elbows locked together to instinctively protect his face from the incoming collusion. A part of him wondered if he should pray, if anything would even consider saving him with his track record of mayhem. "I wanna live. I'd donate all my money if I have to.", spilled out as a promise, thought he meant just the first part, letting go of his usual lifestyle felt impossible, out of the question. It's all he had and considered deserving off after surviving being raised by a Gallagher-Kerring. Sébastien had no idea how his landing actually unfolded as he kept his eyes shut, chanting reassurances under his breath, all he knew was that one second he was facing certain death, the next he felt his parachute hook onto something. "What the-", he could still hear faint shouts behind him, as his harness pulled at his body, feet dangling uselessly midair instead of touching the ground below, "I'm alive? Fuck. Gotta move." His hands shook as he grasped at the buckles, willing for his fingers to cooperate and undo them before whatever advantage he had on his attackers would vanish entirely.
"It's not that high. Nope.", he lied to himself, feeling idiotic for fearing such small drop after having literally dove out from a plane and risked his life for thrills. He held his breath as the final straps keeping him suspended gave way and gravity brought him down, his not so graceful but loosened stance softening his fall to a degree. With racing heart he relaxed into the grass beneath him, his victory becoming shortlived as he looked up and met a pair of angry eyes, then his gaze lowered, stopping at the rifle cluthed in the bloody grip of the unkept man looming above him. "Friendly, kind sir.", he whispered and shimmied back until his helmet made contact with something solid. It's just a big stone. Yeah. Not a leg connected to a person. It's what went through his mind despite suspecting reality was different and granted, when his head twisted to glance at what he had run into in his attempt to retreat, another just as equally furious seeming man greeted him by sneering his way. He would have bet a good chunk of money they were brothers, with the one behind him looking like he had been eating his vegetables and then some. "Fried-", a hand pulled him to his feet like he weighted nothing and made the word die before it formed fully, especially with how the longhaired Berserker wanna-be was holding onto his helmet, making him wonder if his grip would squish his head if nothing stood in its path. The fact he was taller than Sébastien didn't help, either. "We should call this in. Otis, get me Brother John on the line.", the shorter brother barked an order, attention shifting past the two. And then there were three?
His captor let out a low grunt, "We should, Bo… but he said he is to not be bothered today. Under any circumstance." "With the exception of anything related to the Deputy.", a third voice presumably belonging to Otis added, or at least it's what he hoped - that he wasn't about to be surrounded by a whole gang of trigger happy locals that took trespassing way too seriously. I wasn't even touching the ground. His hand inched up to his face, aiming for the clasp under his chin while Bo rubbed his dark beard, contemplating their options. "This Sinner fell from the sky.", he pointed his rifle at Sébastien, making him hold his breath in anticipation of the worst, "What if this is part of the Father's prophecy? A sign?" Sinner? Father? WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING? Did I travel back in time? Sébastien forced a laugh, "It's called skydiving, have you people not heard of it? You know, plane, jumping, freefalling, then parachuting the rest of the-" The Berserker shook him in warning, its threatening tone not halting his concealed efforts at freeing himself, "SHUT UP." "Sorry. Just-" "I said shut your mouth, Sinner before you become an Angel.", the sentence was uttered through gritted teeth, before the man addressed his shorter look-alike, "Or the Sinners are sending in reinforcements, airdropping them, hoping we'd be caught off guard." Like I have a chance at taking you all out. I've been hitting the gym, but not that HARD. "Call this in, Otis. Brother John would like to know.", Bo concluded with a nod.
The second the command was spoken out loud, the clasp securing the helmet to Sébastien's head came undone. Before any of the three men could blink, he was making a run for it, discarding the piece of equipment as years of running track in highschool came back to him, but instead of running to impress his father, he was running for his life. "GRAB HIM.", the scream Bo released pushed him to speed up, his calves and whole body really aching from the fall while his eyes remained glued ahead, knowing glancing back would do him no good. Only add to his raising panic, feeding a different level of adrenaline. With the rustling behind him signaling the nearing recapture, he vaulted the fence that stood between him and freedom, leaping onto the road and almost getting ran over by a white truck in the process. His hands rose up as to shield him as Sébastien saw his life flash before him for a second time that day before whoever was behind the wheel hit the breaks hard, forcing the vehicle to an abrupt stop inches away from him. "I'M CROSSING HERE, YOU FUCKING IDIOT.", he yelled and hit the truck's hood for good measure, and he would have been embarrassed by how high pitched the words were, if he wasn't absolutely furious. I'm a Gallagher-Kerring. His brain didn't even fully register the strange cross painted on the vehicle or how it matched the one on his pursuers' sweaters. "Get down.", a deep voice responded before a shot rang out and he ducked without a second thought, scrambling towards the side of the truck as bullets began flying. A rumbling noise sounded from the treeline, followed by a red light exploding in the sky. A flare.
Sébastien watched in horror, suspecting more trouble was headed his way when the gunfire died down as fast as it had started. "Hey.", a door slammed shut, making him move further away from the passenger's side of the truck while the same voice from before added, "You alive, jaywalker?" Boots crunched against the gravel as he rounded the front of the vehicle, his determined approach and the fact he was armed activating Sébastien's fight or flight instincts. "Stay back.", he hollered as a blond man, who couldn't have been older than him, came into view. "Easy now.", a laughter escaped him when he shoved his gun in the waistband of his jeans, his palm circled his own face then pointed at him, "Did you fall into a bush?" "No." "Got caught in the cattle fence as little ducky was crossing the road? Where's your mama?", Sébastien eyed his outstretched arm with suspicious before reluctantly grabbing it so he can help him up. He shook of the man's hold, putting safe distance between them as he braced for another attack. "Skydiving into a tree.", he muttered under his breath and a realization dawned on him, "YOU- YOU- DUCKY?" The stranger shrugged as he regarded him from head to toe before swiveling on his heel, "Yellow. Duck. Wasn't me who picked that outfit, chief. Would you rather me call you baby chick? That was option B. Felt too on the nose."
His anger rose back to the surface as the man climbed back into his truck and he spun to stare at him through the rolled down window, "You have no idea who you're talking to!" All he got initially was a slow, unimpressed blink, "Do tell, your Majesty?", he tapped his watch, an old looking thing, "But make it quick." "I-", his mouth snapped shut. A smirk came over the man across him, "Well? You shy? I'd start first, name's Calahan. Calahan Hartley. Your turn." "Sébastien Theodore Phoenix Sawyer Thatcher Landon Nicholas Gallagher-Kerring.", his full name spilled out, making him feel like he was at the front of his class, confusing everyone and then himself by the reaction it always got out of people. Blond eyebrows twisted in confusion before Calahan released a chuckle, the usual of recognition upon speaking the Gallagher-Kerring name nowhere in sight, "Wait. Are you actually for real?" "It's my name." "Jesus. Your parents hate you or something, bud?", he leaned back into his seat, giving him a first look at the bodies laying on the road a few feet away from them, the pools of blood making him woozy. In turn, Hartley seemed completely at ease, like he hadn't just taken out three men and potentially saved his life. Sébastien frowned, "No." Silence took over before Calahan cleared his throat and nodded at the passenger's side, "You need a ride?" "I will pass." "Be my guest, your Majesty, just a friendly word of advice… that red flare? Means more of those fuckers are coming as reinforcements and I ain't sticking around to play your bodyguard, I'm on a tight schedule. When they roll up, just say you're ready for your Cleansing and praise the Father."
"You're not one of them?" "Hell no." A sigh left Sébastien before his fingers lowered to the door handle, "They shot at me." "Their usual modus operandi with all of us locals. Where?" He pulled at his sleeve until the place where one of the bullets had grazed his upper arm peeked through, crimson marrying the yellow material. "Have seen worse, far worse." "Are you serious?" Mischief shone in his eyes, "You're gonna live, bud, I promise, giving ya the word of a Hope County Deputy. Last chance, are you hitching a ride with me or going for a Peggie pick-up? John is going to have a field day with ya." As he said that, he stepped on the gas enough for the vehicle to inch forward, clearly enjoying the precicament Sébastien had found himself in and how riled up he got at his words. "Who's John?", he asked as he settled into the passenger seat. "It's a long story, short one is: someone you don't want to mess with. How about you start tellin' me how you ended up here and why these three were chasing you?" "It's a long story.", Sébastien parrotted back, finding himself unable to shake off the bitereness at the man's previous comments. "Cheer up, your Majesty. I should be sulking at you for almost denting my truck, after the hassle it was to steal." "I have a name. And you stole a truck?" Calahan rolled his eyes, "Among other things. So, what should I call you for short because I ain't reciting that long-ass name back to you…"
His hands crossed over his chest as Calahan put the truck into drive, "Nothing." "Rubber ducky it is, then." "Maurizio's fine.", he grumbled, causing the Deputy to laugh again. So happy to be providing entertainment for you. "That wasn't even among the names you listed, chief. I think." "It's what friends call me." "Uh-oh, did I get upgraded to a friend?" "Absolutely not." "Ouch.", Calahan rubbed his chest, "Hurts almost as a bullet. You part of a dynasty?" "Something like that. Why were they shooting at me?" "Cult took over after we tried to arrest their leader, has the whole county on lockdown and communications cut off, hence why I was askin' how you got here." "What, I don't look like a local?" He snorted, "Do I start with your outfit, posh accent, or long name that won't fit on a name tag?" "I'm regretting my choice to hitchhike already." "Hey, no offense. You asked. Plus, you need to flag me down first, not jump out in the middle of the road like you're trying to trap me into paying you damages." Sébastien ignored the apology, "How do I get to Missoula?" "You listening to anything I just said? Or did you hit your head as you fell down? Lockdown." Denial seeped into his system at the fact he was stranded in the wrong place, "I need a ride to Missoula." "Can't do."
"I will pay you.", he patted the inside pocket of his suit, the wad of cash he carried around for emergencies giving him a sense of comfort. "As tempting as that sounds, we're in a middle of a holy war, so I can't be your personal driver." "I need to make a call then. You got a cell?" He had left his own behind, knowing his father would immediately track him down otherwise, now he kind of wished he would have left a trail to follow. Certainly, would have solved his 'stuck in the middle of a hostile conflict' problem promptly. Calahan groaned, "You truly ain't listening." The truck drove past a sign announcing they're entering 'Fall's End.', and his attention drifted off again, forcing his reluctant driver to call out his nickname. "What?" "I asked if you're fine making a quick stop on the way to the doctor's. I know you have to get that fatal wound treated ASAP." "Stop where?" Various structures lined the road on both sides, some burned down, others appearing like they had housed a face-off or two. "Here.", the vehicle rolled to a stop in front of a relatively spared building, the neon sign of a woman in just her bikini and a set of wings drawing his gaze. "A bar? It's barely past noon." He had no idea why he had even muttered that, considering he himself had participated in far worse activities in his lifetime, ones that often created a media storm Frank Gallagher-Kerring paid a fortune to bury. "You can stay in the car, posh boy. I won't be long."
Calahan didn't wait for his reply, quickly exiting the car without sparing him a look as he strutted inside the bar. "Fuck this.", Sébastien slammed the door with way too much force, contemplating if he should try to track down a working phone line, no matter how much he dreaded crawling back to his father that soon. This is hardly a proper rebellion. At the end, he dragged himself towards the bar, the bell's jiggle cutting off whatever conversation Calahan was having with a woman and by the knowing look she gave him, he was most likely the subject of it. "Mary May, this is…", Hartley paused, expecting he would just introduce himself, then turned around to shoot him a glance, "Humor me. I saved your life." "Sébastien Gallagher-Kerring." "Hilarious. You forgot like 20 names." "Whatcha drinking?", the blonde nodded his way. "Organic tea?" Before he knew it, she was placing a quick kiss against Calahan's cheek before backing away with an annoyed expression, "I hate you, you know that, Rookie?" "The feeling of being right.", he sighed and locked his hands at the nape of his neck, leaning back in the chair he was occupying. "Sorry, I'm lost.", Sébastien uttered out as he slid into the seat next to his. "You're in a bar in Montana.", Mary May began and placed an empty glass in front of him, "Closest you'd get to me making you tea, even at lunch is serving you lukewarm water with some of my spit in it. Organic." Calahan leaned in, whispering loudly, "Also known as blatant disrespect. Which I would advise against." "Damn right. You order liquor.", she chimed in as she poured him a drink, "With how pale you are, it might even do you some good."
"Man went through his first Peggie encounter, Angel." "And then Zorro got to his face and bold choice of outfit, too?" It was the second time someone had commented on his face, making him wonder if he wanted to see the damage done by his landing while his hand ran across his clean-shaven cheek. "Skydiving." At the same moment Calahan said, "Maurizio hugged a tree… and it hugged him back." "No wonder he asked for organic tea." "He is also in the room.", Sébastien retorted back before he brought the glass to his lips, hoping the alcohol look make his situation seem less hopeless, or at least take care of the constant dull pain in his arm. The bell chimed behind him, and while he ignored the sound, choosing to wallow in his bad luck, Hartley spun around in his seat and let out a low whistle directed at whoever had arrived. "Chief! Come meet a noble." "Noble?", there was humor in the newcomer's voice as he slapped his back and leaned against the bar. Sébastien could feel him staring and he reluctantly lifted his gaze, meeting a pair of friendly blue eyes. "See this face, ducky? You see someone like him but covered in tattoos and rambling about sin and the Power of Yes,", Calahan waves his hand towards the man's face like he was giving a lesson, "you run the other way. Preferably not in front of my truck." "Very funny, Cal.", the dark haired man grumbled out, before reaching his arm across him for a handshake, "Leslie Parish. Don't mind him. I look nothing like John." "Still in denial." "Sébastien Gallagher-Kerring." "Well, now that you two are acquainted, Les, do you feel like givin' me a hand and taking this one to the doc? Peggies gave him a boo-boo." After blowing a kiss to Mary May Calahan jumped out of his chair, pushing the door open just as Leslie finally realized he was being entrusted to take care of a complete stranger, "Should I expect trouble?" He smirked at the question, "From me or him? Both debatable."
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peachieprompts · 7 months
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Dialogue Prompt #274
“Don’t you have any morals?”
“Honestly? No, not really.”
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wh3nturtlesfly · 1 year
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Short Prompt #7
“Shh, don’t cry,” Villain carded a hand through Hero’s hair, yanking sharply when they tried to pull away. “It makes me feel bad, and you’re the last person I would ever wish to pity.”
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cherrie0707 · 1 year
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May God have mercy on us this time.
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mikhardwheat · 1 year
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Byler, (modern?) au where Will and Mike are not friends, but each other's hallway crushes
Dustin: remember that guy?
Will: what guy?
Dustin: the one you like? from the Math class?
Dustin: the one you draw in your sketchbook all the ti-
Will: okay, stop, I get it
Will: so?
Dustin: he applied to join the DnD club
Will: did he now?
Dustin: this dude is a nerd, I'm telling you
Dustin: also, his friend? Lucas from the basketball team? The hottest person to ever walk on the Earth??
Dustin: he applied too, at the same time!
Will: fascinating.
Dustin: do you think his girlfriend will apply too?
El, appearing out of nowhere: apply where?
Dustin: jeez, El, where did you come from
Will: summoned by the mention of a redhead
El: it wasn't-
El: why did you even bring her up
Dustin: Lucas and that one dude Will is hopelessly in love with are going to play DnD this Saturday with us
Will: since when I'm "hopelessly in love"?
El: oh, the one who's portrait he painted the other day?
Dustin: portrait?
Dustin: dude, you're down bad
Dustin: was it big?
El, nodding: half my size
Dustin: damn.
El: isn't his name Mike?
Mike: whose name is Mike?
El: the guy Will has a crush on
Dustin:
Will:
Mike:
El: oh, hi
Dustin: yikes
Mike: hi?..
Mike: sorry to interrupt, I wanted to ask if there's a dress-code for the campaign
Dustin, confused: dress-code?..
Will: he's asking if we're playing in costumes
Dustin: ah
Dustin: no, not this week
Dustin: but we do that sometimes, mostly during the holidays
El, pointing at her watch: we're running late
Dustin: are we?
El: yes, we have Chemistry together, it's in 2 minutes
Dustin:
Dustin: fuck
Dustin, to them both: bye guys!
Dustin, to Will: see ya later!
They quickly walk away.
Mike: so...
Mike: um...
Will: is Max going too?
Mike: what?
Will: your friend's girlfriend? is she joining the campaign too?
Mike: hell no.
Mike: why?
Will: El was dreaming about holding hands with her since the last Summer break
Mike: and you are telling me that because..?
Will: fair exchange
Mike: I'm not sure I follow
Will: my crush on you?
Mike: "Mike" is a pretty common name, why would I-
Will: I know you overhead more than the last sentence, come on
Will: I saw you standing there and waiting for the right time to say something
Just to be clear: Will noticed Mike when he replied "did he now?" to Dustin.
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yuesya · 23 days
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Pre-Shibuya where Kenjaku had meant to deal with Shiki preemptively only to lose almost all of his special-grade pawns in one fell swoop. Like.
Shit. That didn’t go as plan. Definitely not according to keikaku.
Kenjaku, standing in the utterly destroyed landscape by his lonesome: ... I don't know if I should be upset that all the Special Grade curses are gone, including the one that can freely transfigure humans, or happy that Gojo Shiki is also gone.
Kenjaku: (Doing mental gymnastics and rapidly recalculating.)
Uraume, dropping in late on the scene: So does this mean you'll focus on freeing Lord Sukuna as the main goal now?
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jasminesfury · 10 months
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(physical) romantic gestures that make me weak,
this got a lil suggestive but it’s,,alright i’m projecting | tag me <3
softly kissing that place between their neck & shoulder
burying your head in the crook of their neck
soft kisses along their jaw
making circles with your thumb along their palm
twirling them clumsily and laughing
using your thumb to swipe slowly across their lower lip
outlining the marks (that you made on them) with your fingers
kissing hipbones i repeat kissing hipbones
intertwining your legs absentmindedly
legs being held apart by their hands
nibbling on their ear gently
slight pressure below their stomach, fingers gently outlining their waist
kissing their knuckles
tugging on their hair lightly (or not lightly)
swirling your tongue down their jaw
forehead kisses also cute sometimes
pulling you by the waist this has to be one of the best things ever
kissing you against a wall/door, legs intertwined around their waist
^ being lifted in that position away
hands around your neck, hands around their waist
them holding your sides for better support
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idlyfretting · 10 months
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Dialogue Tag!
Prompt: share a section of dialogue that we like from our own work! It can be funny, sad, ridiculous, mysterious, plot-centric or just characters shooting the breeze…anything! And it can be from a WIP or a posted fic! It can be short or long! Let’s celebrate our beloveds having a chat.
Tagged by @steddierthings (Thank you! <3)
This is from he was turned to steel. I'm a big fan of writing arguments (clearly) but this was significantly more antagonistic than anything I'd done before. This was also the most dialogue I'd written where most of the conversations had more than two people. I guess it should have been obvious, but keeping track of what everyone is saying, what they actually mean when they're saying it, and also what they're leaving out (or being cut off from continuing) is pretty difficult.
But anyway, here's Steve being a snarky, blood-soaked teenager who hasn't slept in three days.
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“You are going to leave.” Steve stepped forward again, forcing Hawthorne back. “If you don’t, if you make me drag you out of here, it’ll be in pieces.”
Hawthorne shot him a disbelieving look. “Is that a threat?”
“No one would care enough to do anything about it. Your father hates you, would sell you out in a second if it meant advancing his political career. Your mother’s been doped up on oxy since you were in high school. Kelly is only going to marry you because of the family money, which isn’t even yours because like hell would the mayor leave you in his will. He restricted access to the family accounts as soon as you got back, right? And you’ve been living off your mom’s credit cards?” Steve took another step, forcing the other man back again. “You are nothing. To me, to everyone here, to everyone you know. I’ve already spent too much energy on you tonight, more than you’re worth. So you’re going to walk out of here, get in your truck, and go the fuck home. Otherwise, your fiancé will have to find a new dumbass to start cheating on.”
Robin’s mouth dropped open, and she saw Jonathan’s and his long-haired friend’s do the same. She heard Will choke back a quiet laugh behind her. Joyce’s eyes were wide and her lips were pressed together tightly, like she was trying to control her expression. Hopper looked uncomfortable, and made to step forward again. Nancy held him back.
Hawthorne was furious. He opened his mouth a few times, but nothing came out. Robin didn’t think the shakiness she saw in him was all anger. One of his buddies tugged on his arm, motioning toward the door. He glanced once at Steve before looking away quickly, nearly flinching.
“Come on, man. They’re not worth it.”
“He can’t just fucking say that shit to me, and think he can get away–”
“I know, but come on.” He gave Hawthorne another yank, leaning close to whisper in his ear. Robin couldn’t hear what he said, but Steve clearly could.
He laughed mockingly, tossing his head back in a loud guffaw. “You can kiss that baseball scholarship goodbye if I see your face in here again, James. Bit hard to pitch with an inverted elbow.”
It was quiet again for a few seconds before Murray piped up. “That’s called hyperextension.” Joyce elbowed him hard in the gut.
Steve didn’t turn. He kept his eyes fixed on James. “I didn’t mean hyperextended. I meant inverted.”
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echoingalaxies · 9 months
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"I'm sorry," Character A said in a small voice, standing on B's doorstep. "I didn't know where else to go -"
B shook their head. "No wonder. Maybe if you stopped sabotaging all of your relationships you wouldn't have that problem."
"Please..." A started, but was cut off by the door slamming on their face, leaving them alone in the dark.
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imfinereallyy · 1 year
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“You know, I’m not really worried about who’s screwing who in the middle of the zombie apocalypse. Kinda seems irrelevant in retrospect.” Steve says as they both watch the sun rise over the quarry.
“Kinda sucks that it would take fighting in an apocalypse together for you to be okay with me being gay, Harrington.” Eddie pushes some rocks over the edge, not making eye contact.
“Jesus, no. That’s not what I'm saying. It's just like— I see all these people I care about going through the world's most awful shit, and I can’t help but think if they could just find a little bit of happiness in all of this, then it shouldn’t matter where it comes from. As long as we aren’t hurting anybody, who cares? I don’t think—No. I know that even if the world weren’t ending, I would always end up here.” Steve leans his head on his knee and gazes at Eddie’s face. Although Steve had only gotten to really know him over the past six months, it seemed like Eddie had aged years.
It isn’t that Eddie looked old or wrinkly. It is just that Eddie provides this atmosphere of knowing too much for too long. He seemed tired. Strange because Steve doesn’t think he’s seen anyone more beautiful.
“What? Always end up in a fenced-off Hawkins waiting for your inevitable doom next the town freak?”
Steve resists correcting Eddie’s dig at himself; he knows after all this time it won’t do any good. “No, not that. We all know out of all of us, Dustin would have seen this coming.”
Eddie laughs, “You got that right.”
Steve picks at his worn combat boots, the leather mixing with the dirt. “I think that something would have to lead me to understand that. It was inevitable for me to learn. That happiness, no matter how it comes to us, shouldn’t be taken for granted. There is so much pain in this world, and it’s so easy to do that, to cause pain. To hurt. To hate. It's hard to love, even harder to find happiness in that. I think people don’t choose who they love, but they might choose who they hate. I'm not sure I'm making a whole lot of sense. Robin tells me I just say what I think, and that I don't think before I say.”
Eddie hums, “Yea, but I like it. It's honest. Doesn't have to make sense, to be honest.”
Steve smiles, “I guess what I’m saying is. I always needed this. In every version of every universe, in order to be happy.��
Eddie finally turns his head towards Steve. It isn’t a snap of the neck like he expects. No, it’s a slow, careful turn, as if Eddie is wading through water. Is so sure and practiced in a place he wouldn’t normally be. “To be happy? You mean—you mean you couldn’t be happy unless you understood your friends? Like me?”
“Sure, maybe that too.”
“Too?” Eddie swallows, eyes never leaving Steve’s.
“Think I wouldn’t ever been happy, not understanding these parts of myself. Never would have known anything other than hate. Because it was just easier.”
Eddie scoots closer and dares to ask, “Never learned to love?”
Steve slides himself across the damp morning dew on the grass. He breaks eye contact first but brushes Eddie’s pinky. “Yea, never would have learned to love.”
Eddie looks forwards but claps their hands together, closing the remaining distance between them. The orange glow of dawn seeps into baby blue; Eddie rests his head on Steve's shoulders and sighs contently.
Steve gently kisses the top of Eddie’s head. “The end of the world doesn’t seem too bad when you have someone to share it with.”
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