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Imagine helping Marc through a panic attack.

this may be set in an au where marc isn’t such a firmly closed book. or maybe he just really trusts you enough to let you see him like this. yeah, that sounds cute. that must be it! warnings: grief, panic and anxiety, nightmares, DID, ptsd, angst. what else did you expect? requested by: the amazing @wife-of-marc-and-steven! when i saw this prompt for marc i literally let out a humongous YES because why hadn’t i thought of it already? perfect picking, you lil genius. thank you so much! <3 written by: archie

this is inspired by @yournewwriter‘s gentle prompts: helping through panic/anxiety attacks.

He shot up in bed, a wretched gasp tearing from his throat. He heaved for breath, legs not even realising the scramble they gave as he fought his way out of his nightmare, barely aware of you shooting to sit upright beside him in the darkness.

It was too dark. It let his visions loom, ones that he wasn’t even sure were accurate, his little brother’s face swimming in his mind.

May eighteenth was always the hardest.

This year he’d tried to push it from his mind, pretend like he hadn’t even noticed when the week rolled around, even though he’d noticed how tentative you were, how delicate you were in speaking to him.

It made him want to try his best for you. It didn’t sit well in his soul to try and forget his brother’s birthday, as if he was denying his existence entirely— but nothing else had ever worked, and he knew it upset you to see him like that every year, how he’d cut out to Steven for a full few days to avoid it all.

Ignoring it was the only thing left for him to try, and he’d do it for you.

But all of that was useless when he stared into the darkness, tugging at the collar of his shirt to fight for more air, unaware of the breathless sobs that tore his soul apart.

It was horrid to see, and there was nothing you could do. Your gentle words fell on deaf ears, lost against the volume of his cries, your desperate hands rubbing at his back and thigh. But it had the opposite effect you’d hoped for. His sobs grew into loud, pained cries that filled the room, squirming to get away from your touch.

This wasn’t okay. He was stuck in it.

You jolted to slam on the nightlight, the soft yellow glow spilling across the side of his creased, pained face. His brows tugged together and eyes creased, mouth caught in a open frown, a dribble of spit hanging over his lip. He was out of control.

“Marc, hey,” you called, “Hey, hey. Come back to me.” You shifted to settle between his knees, delicate fingertips touching to his cheeks before cupping them. Your thumbs brushed over his cheekbones in what you hoped were soothing rhythms, hushing and whispering. “Open your eyes, my darling… Open your eyes.”

His face stayed scrunched, pained yelps spilling out amongst breathless whimpers. He was such a state, red and blotchy with the pressure of his stress, cheeks shining with the uncontrollable fall of tears. A stab to your chest would hurt less.

“Please, Marc, look at me?” You brushed along his lashes to ease the tears away, hoping that if he’d just open his eyes, just see you in the dim light and the love in your eyes, it might just help him calm… but it was all lost on him. “I’m here, baby. Come back to me.” It was so hard to keep your own tears out of your voice, and it trembled with the weight.

You were frantic now. You shifted in closer, an arm around his shoulders to draw him into a gentle hold, placing your soft, sniffling kisses to his temple amongst your whispers, hoping that at least that would get through. “Breathe, darling. Breathe.”

It wasn’t working. His hands stayed gripped in the sheets, rooted into place, into his struggles, his cries taking free roam of the night. He shook in your hold, entirely blocked off, worked into such a state that he’d surely pass out-

He stopped.

Cut off like a scream with death, a harsh silence filled the room. Deafening.

Calm arms looped around your waist.

“At this hour? You really have an appetite, sweetheart.”

Your heart shattered. Steven.

You pulled away and bit back a sniffle, hands resting light on his shoulders.

Steven peered up at you with that charming smile, despite the blotchiness of his cheeks and the red in his eyes. He had no idea what was going on, no idea that he’d even had a brother.

But he knew you, and for now that would do.

His eyes grew concerned as he registered your tears in the low light, and an adoring sleeve dabbed to your cheeks. “Are you alright, darling? What happened- a nightmare?”

You let out a soft sniffle, yet an almost-chuckle rode out on it as he wiped your nose, not even a moment of hesitation on his part.

He loved you so entirely, with every version of him, and you didn’t want to worry him. He’d cut out to Steven to avoid all this, and you weren’t going to confuse him on top of it all.

“Yeah, just a nightmare, but I’m okay.”

“Not to worry, I’m here. Yeah? I’ll hold you while you get some kip.” He was so earnest. So lovely, looking after you like it was you that needed the comfort. Those big brown eyes shone up at you, that familiar endearing quirk to his lips. His face was calming down, taking his natural tone once again, his cheeks drying, losing any remnants of his episode.

Yet, you were exhausted. You gave a nod and placed a soft kiss between his brows before settling by his side once again, watching as he reached over for his glass of water. He took some long gulps and muttered to himself in that English accent, “Might be getting sick, I got a sore throat for some reason.”

“Mm,” you hummed, trying to hide how dejected you were. You loved Steven, of course. But his presence told you that Marc couldn’t cope, that all the work he’d been putting into handling his struggles hadn’t paid off.

Perhaps someday, you hoped as you settled into Steven��s arms and closed your eyes, readying yourself for the next few days with him. Perhaps someday, Marc would be alright.

#marc spector x reader #steven grant x reader #marc spector imagine #steven grant imagine #moon knight x reader #moon knight imagine #oscar isaac imagine #oscar isaac x reader #marc spector #steven grant #moon knight #oscar isaac #marvel headcanon #written by archie #gentle prompts

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seaside-writings · 5 months

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Prompt #1,220

"You're my last bit of light,"

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do-it-for-the-fandom · 5 months

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14. Gentle prompt. “Your hands are freezing.”

This prompt painted a very specific picture in my mind that I just don't think I've quite portrayed here... but I just can't quite figure out what about this drabble just isn't 'right'.

Season 5.

She let herself in with her key. He had gifted it to her not long after they started dating but, given that they were always together, she'd never had reason to use it.

But she had been determined to finish up her paperwork before heading home for the night and - seeing as he could barely keep his eyes open while sitting in his chair by her desk - she had insisted he go home and try to get some sleep. It had been a long few days, and she promised that she wouldn't be too far behind him.

Two hours later she was tiptoeing through the darkness of his home, eager to be able to curl up beside him and drift off to sleep in the warmth of his arms.

She pulled his dresser drawer open slowly - careful not to make too much noise - and pulled a sweater from the very back of the drawer. She couldn't see which one she'd pulled out but she knew he wouldn't mind; even if he hadn't made such an effort in the past to tell her how much he loved the sight of her in his clothes, she could always tell by the way he couldn't help but stare, the way his eyes darkened as he got lost in whatever thoughts occupied his mind.

She dropped her clothes in a pile beside the dresser to deal with in the morning and slipped the sweater over her head.

"Don't cover up," Castle mumbled, still half asleep. "Was enjoying the show."

"It's almost pitch-black in here," Beckett whispered as she slowly made her way toward the bed. "How can you enjoy what you can barely even see?"

Castle pulled the sheets back for her and she crawled into bed with him.

"I think you underestimate the allure of a sexy silhouette undressing," he explained.

In the darkness he found her face, pressed his palm to her cheek and guided her toward him for a short but sweet kiss. He gasped - no, shrieked! - when she slipped her hands under his shirt.

"Your hands are freezing!" he complained as he grabbed her wrists and pulled her hands from his sides.

She tried not to laugh but when he squirmed away from her touch, she couldn't help it.

"I'm sorry," she insisted in between infectious little giggles.

"Yeah, sounds like it," he grumbled as he released one of her wrists and reached to tickle her side.

"Castle!" she squawked as her body jerked away from him and her giggles turned to bursts of deep, hearty laughter as she flailed about under the attack of his fingers at her ribs.

She pushed off of the mattress, onto her knees and crawled to the end of the bed but he wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her back against him.

"No, I'll stop," he promised through his breathless laughter. He leant back against the pillows, bringing her with him, and pressed a kiss to her temple. "I'm done, I promise."

She turned in his arms, cuddled into his chest. "Happy now that you got your revenge?"

"Mm-hmm," he hummed. He fixed up the bedding, tucked the sheets around them both and pulled the duvet up to cover her shoulders before settling in closing his eyes. "Very happy."

Slowly, she inched her hands closer to the hem of his shirt but - although he couldn't quite stop his abs from twitching when she slipped them under the material - he didn't say or do anything to try to stop her. He appreciated his new role of human heater, cherished the fact that his was the bed she chose to crawl into on the cold winter nights.

"Goodnight, my love," he whispered as he began to drift off to sleep again.

"Goodnight," she whispered back. "Love you."

#castle #caskett #kate beckett #kate beckett x richard castle #richard castle #castle fanfiction #my drabbles #anon prompt #gentle prompts

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hebuiltfive · 3 months

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30 gentle prompts

13: "Lean on me."

John

Hellooooo! Thank you for the ask! This one fought me hard so I hope it reads okay and that it (kind of) fits the prompt!

(#13: Lean On Me from 30 Gentle Prompts)

Poolside

The pastels of dawn finally broke and gave way to the rising sun. Warm golden rays were cast down onto the island and, in the distance, above the crashing of the waves below, distinctive chatter of seabirds filled the morning air.

Having been so used to the silent solitude of orbit, by the cacophony of singing birds had woken John up early than usual.

Not that he was complaining. One of the only things he missed about being earth-side was being one with nature.

For a while, John remained laying in bed. With his eyelids closed, he listened to the symphony that was being played beyond his window in contentment. He could have stayed there all day but he eventually grew restless and pulled himself out from under his sheets.

So used to suiting up at a moment’s notice for his work, it took John very little time to get ready for the day. He was dressed and presentable within minutes. Before he left the solitude of his room, he grabbed one of his cameras; if he was up this early, he might as well take the opportunity to shoot some shots.

He traipsed down to the kitchen, being as quiet as his stumbling legs would allow him to be so he wouldn’t wake the rest of his family. A couple of his brothers, he knew, would already have been awake, but the rest of the household deserved all the rest they could get. It had been a difficult week readjusting Dad back into life back on Earth. The break they had requested from the GDF — or rather had asserted the organisation was going to be taking — had been desperately needed.

John’s idea had been to grab a quick morning snack before heading out onto the peaks but, as he entered the kitchen and noticed the small figure sitting alone on the edge of the pool, John’s plan quickly changed.

He abandoned the idea of breakfast and stepped out onto the cool concrete of the patio. If the sun hadn’t yet risen and the darkness of night had still been reigning supreme, John might have mistaken him for Gordon. But, as the golden rays shone down onto Alan, they made him look like the kid he still barely was.

John quietly stood beside him. “Are you normally up this early?”

Alan, who had his pyjama bottoms rolled up to his knees so his feet could be dipped into the pool, gently shook his head. “Couldn’t sleep.”

Many-a-time had John struggled to wake Alan up, even during one of his naps in the middle of the day. When the kid was out, he was out, so the easy confession made John’s instincts kick in.

Alan not being able to sleep wasn’t normal.

Worried, but determined not to show it, John casually sat himself down beside Alan. His jean cuffs were rolled up to match his little brother’s so he too could dip his feet into the pool.

“Jesus, Alan! This water is freezing!”

“Sun hasn’t warmed it up yet.”

“That’s why the pool has a heating system, you know?”

Alan shrugged. “Seemed like a waste to put it on if it was just my feet in there. It’s okay, they’ve got used to the temperature now.”

Pulling himself back up to stand, John huffed. He didn’t want to calculate how long that meant Alan had been out there. He walked over to the controls, set the pool heater to a sensible temperature, and then made his way back to his brother. When he sat himself back down, he crossed his legs and avoided touching the pool until the water had warmed up.

“What kept you awake?”

Again, Alan shrugged. “Dunno.”

“Nightmares?” John carefully probed. It wouldn’t have been the first time Alan had suffered from night terrors.

To his initial relief, Alan shook his head. His lack of a further verbal response, however, had John still worrying.

Trust me, he thought to himself. Let me in, Allie.

He cast a glance over. Sometimes it was easy to forget how young Alan was. Their work with International Rescue had all of them pulling crazy stunts and impossible feats, and Alan made it all look so easy. Sometimes they were all guilty of forgetting that Alan was still technically just a kid. Recently graduating high school didn’t change any of that over-night.

John’s eyes narrowed. “You’re not worrying about college, are you?”

He had thought the idea had been ridiculous to even suggest. This was Alan he was talking to. The kid would not only get the best pick of schools but he was also incredibly capable of doing anything he set his mind to.

The way Alan froze at his question, however, seemed to suggest that John had accidentally hit the nail on the head.

“Really? You know you have nothing to worry about there.” John continued, but when his brother still didn’t give him an answer, he coaxed, “Alan, come on. Talk to me. What’s going on in that mind of yours?”

For a moment, John wasn’t sure whether Alan was going to say anything ever again. His blue eyes were fixed on a lone canary coloured float that was drifting at the far end of the pool.

“Nothing’s going— My mind isn’t— I’m just…” Alan sighed deeply, squeezing his eyes tightly shut. “I don’t know.”

“That’s useful.”

John’s dry sarcasm was unusually welcomed by his younger brother, who cracked a small smile.

“Is it about choosing the college? Or the major? Or about making friends? Because, you do know that you will excel at all of that, regardless of anything that’s thrown in your way, right?”

Alan’s head shook. “No. No, it’s none of that.”

“Then what is it? Surely nothing is worse than those things. Are you worried about living away from home? Or—”

“It’s Dad.”

John stopped mid-sentence and watched as his brother inhaled sharply.

“Dad?”

Alan’s fingers picked nervously at the hem of his pyjama shirt. A thread that had come loose was in danger of being completely pulled out. “Well, not Dad himself… It’s my… I don’t know. Maybe it is…”

Without checking the temperature, John dangled his legs over the edge of the pool once again so he could more easily shuffle closer to his younger brother. He was thankful the water had begun to heat up nicely so his feet didn’t freeze this time around. John placed his camera down beside him and gently took Alan’s hands in his in a feeble attempt to save the pyjama top from further destruction.

“Having Dad home is great, that’s not what I’m trying to say, by the way.” Alan quickly blurted out. “But, up until now, he was always, like, a figment of my imagination. He wasn’t real. There was no-one that I needed to impress, you know? I mean, other than Scott but… Scotty’s different. Dad’s… Dad.”

“Alan, you don’t need to worry about impressing him.”

“You don’t get it.”

“As the middle child of four impressive brothers, I think I do.” John attempted a soft smile, but Alan didn’t seem to notice.

“Try being the youngest of four impressive brothers.” He sighed again. “That’s not the point, though. Dad being back… I always dreamed of that day, no matter how impossible it seemed, and now that it’s happened and it’s real… I don’t know. Living up to whatever it is he’s hoped for us is kind of… scary?”

John wrapped an arm around Alan’s shoulders, but his brother remained as stiff as a rod. Softly, he attempted to pull him closer, but Alan shook him off.

He stood up, splashing John as his feet snapped out of the water with haste. “I’m fine.”

“Don’t pick up bad habits from Scott.”

“But I am, okay? I don’t need to be hugged or coddled, I just need to… I just need to grow up.”

The assertion had John stumped for a moment. Whilst Alan had been the youngest of them all, never had he shows signs of immaturity when it mattered. In some ways, John grieved the fact that Alan was never able to experience a normal childhood as he and his two older brothers had done. Even Gordon had received a semblance of normality before they’d all uprooted and moved to the island. Alan had been “grown up” for a far longer amount of time than he should have been.

“Don’t say that.”

“What, the truth?”

“Alan…”

With less speed than his brother, John lifted his feet from the pool and stood himself up too.

“What if I’m not good enough, Johnny?” Alan’s voice broke, his face contorted to try and keep the tears at bay. “What if I’m a disappointment to Dad?”

“You’re not going to be.”

“You don’t know that!”

“Yeah, I do. You want to know why?”

Alan seemed unsure as to whether he should have allowed John to continue. He fidgeted, swaying from one leg to the other as his fingers pulled at that single thread of his shirt once again.

John didn’t wait for Alan to offer up an answer. He knew that an answer wasn’t going to be in the cards. “I know because of all the things I’ve seen you do, Alan. You say that you’re worried you won’t impress Dad but you impress us all every single day.”

He took a pause, allowing Alan a chance to try and negate that comment. When he didn’t, John stepped towards him and placed his hands on his shoulders. Alan’s watery eyes lifted to meet John’s.

“You’re already an amazing person, Alan, regardless of what Dad thinks, though I know he thinks it too.”

“How?”

“When we were in the Oort Cloud, I was co-piloting with Virgil and we had Dad onboard. You were flying ahead in Three and Dad was watching you pilot that craft with such awe, Alan. He asked us who taught you to fly like that. We told him you were a natural and he looked so proud of you, Allie. You don’t need to worry about proving yourself to him. That’s not something you’ve ever needed to be worried about.”

Alan crumbled at that. He fell forward and into John’s arms. The outburst was no doubt at least partly due to the fact that none of them had yet taken the time that week to fully process the fact that Dad was home. If John thought too hard about it, about what Alan had just confessed and what he’d said in response, he might have risked becoming overwhelmed too. No longer did they have to come up with imaginary what-ifs when it came to their father. Anything they wondered about, they could now confirm with a simple conversation and that… That was going to take some getting used to again.

Alan sobbed into John’s shirt, but John just held him. Their conjoined shadow began to show on the rocks behind them as the sun rose higher and higher in the sky.

“It’s okay, Allie. I’ve got you. You’re okay.”

“Sorry… ‘m sorry…”

John pulled him in tighter. “You don’t need to be sorry.”

“But you shouldn’t… need… I’m fine.”

His lips dared a smile. “I know, but I am and it’s alright. It’s always alright.”

Alan broke away and roughly wiped his cheeks with the back on his hand. “You were busy.”

“I wasn’t.”

He followed Alan’s gaze as it trailed over to the abandoned camera still sitting by the poolside.

“I was just going to take some photos of the sunrise.” John clarified.

“And I ruined that.”

“Hey, no. No, you didn’t.”

“Yeah, I did.” Alan hiccuped through a sniffle. “You had to become my emotional support again.”

“You know that I’m always willing to be that, Alan. You know you can lean on me whenever you need to, no matter what, okay?”

“But your photos!”

“I can still take some.”

John observed the sky quickly, squinting as the warm sunlight bathed the pool in morning light, and then glanced back at Alan. “You can join me if you like? That way we can talk more, if you wanted?”

Alan pondered the question for a moment before offering a small nod. “Let me grab some shoes.”

#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds fanfiction #five fics #prompt tag #gentle prompts #five answers #janetm74

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downton-bridgerton · 2 years

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For the gentle love prompts 48. for Cobert, please <3

#48. hugs of delight

Gentle Love Prompts

Robert Crawley was driving on the way to the Downton Hospital. Since all of his children are busy and he is left in taking care of two of his grandchildren, George and Caroline...

...he decided to take them along with him to surprise Cora while she's still at work

As they arrived, he carefully parked his bike before helping the children hop off the car

"Hello, Doctor Clarkson!!" George and Caroline greeted happily, as they saw the doctor by the Hospital entrance

"Master George, Miss Caroline!" the Doctor smiled before seeing their grandfather "Lord Grantham! What a surprise!"

"Sorry if we startled you," Robert chuckles as he shook hands with him "but the children and I have just come here to bring something for Cora. Is she busy?"

"Not at all, milord. The Ladyship's in her office, perhaps doing her papers" Clarkson replied

"Even better!" Robert beamed "We'll see to her now. And maybe we might head home altogether, if we stayed any longer"

"Duly noted, milord"

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Cora Crawley was busy finishing the last of her papers when she heard the door of her office open

"Doctor Clarkson, we'll have the meeting tomorrow morning at 10 latest. We wouldn't want to tire our delegates in the afternoon, as they do have other hospitals to go to"

"Duly noted, Lady Grantham"

She then stops in writing her papers as soon as she heard a rather familiar voice. She looks up from her papers, and was in shock at who she saw

"Robert?!"

Her husband smiled sweetly as he stood by the doorway "Hello darling" he said

She quickly got up on her feet and rushes to hug him as she giggled in delight, surprising Robert in process

"Oh my goodness! What are you doing here at this hour?" she inquired excitedly, making him chuckle

"Well, it is quite obvious that I have to come to visit you" he replied, earning a slap in the arm

"I can see that, but shouldn't you still be at home with George and Caroline?"

"Well, actually–"

"Granny!!"

Cora gasped as she saw her two grandchildren running down the hall with open arms. She then knelt down to their height, and hugs them close to her

"We have something for you, Granny!" George said, holding up a small box "We made it earlier during teatime!"

"Did you, really?"

"Donk help!" Caroline giggled, to which Robert nodded in agreement

"What is it, then?" Cora inquires

"Why don't you open it? To see if you...would still like them, somehow" her husband replied, making her laugh softly

With the help of her grandchildren, they open the box to see three small cupcakes inside. Each one of them had different flavors, but all of them have a chocolate icing and syrup drizzle on top

"Oh my goodness!" Cora smiles happily "Did you really made all of these? And just now?"

"We a little bit of help from Mrs. Patmore and Daisy's help, we did manage to...not burn down the kitchen, to say the least"

"Thank you so much for these! Although, have you already had some?"

"Not yet" Robert replied, "We really just made those just for you"

"Can we have some Granny? Please??" the children pleaded to their grandmother

Cora chuckles softly, and nods "Alright, then. have one each" she said. George and Caroline then carefully chose their cupcakes, with George helping his little sister to retrieve hers from the box

"Do you want this one?" Cora said as she took the last cupcake from the box

Robert shook his head, and smiles "You can have it. It's your cupcakes, after all"

She then smiles back at him, before taking a bite out of the cupcake...which was, and she too, was surprised...the most delicious cupcake she ever tasted

"This is really delicious!" she told him, and offers it to him once again "You have to try it for yourself!"

Robert quickly glances at the children, and once he saw them still distracted with their cupcakes, he suddenly pulls Cora close for a kiss. She was surprised at first, but she slowly kisses him back and held him closer

He then slowly pulls away, leaving some icing and crumbs on his lips. He slowly licks his lips, and nods in agreement as he faces her again

"They're quite delicious, indeed"

#sorry this took forever!#i hope you still like this!#cora crawley #robert crawley #cobert #downton abbey #gentle prompts #bella-caecilia #mutuals #*my drabbles and writing #my post

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youneedsomeprompts · 3 months

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~ SUBTLE LOVE ~ WRITING PROMPTS

requested by: anonymous request: hi!! idk if this has been req before but do u have prompts for subtle love? it will take some time for u to realise that their actions are somth u do out of love. thank u!

Feel free to use and reblog!

Part 1 (kinda): ~ GENTLE LOVE ~ PROMPTS

listening attentively when the other is talking

taking the other into consideration whenever making a decision

smiling at the other to encourage them

taking over the other's tasks to disburden them

the last thing they're thinking about before falling asleep is always the other

sitting back and staying quiet to leave the stage for the other

giving the other their space, knowing they need it

enjoying the sound of the other's voice

distracting the other when they see they're distressed and close to freaking out

trying to learn every way to put a smile on the other's face

experiencing this strange feeling in their chest when the other comes to them for support and a word of kindness

"You can call me. Day or night. I'm there for you."

enjoying the most basic time spent together just sitting next to each other, each doing their own

hyping the other up

being their biggest cheerleader

checking up on the other regularly when they know they're not feeling their best

thinking about the other at the most random times

'Oh, this coffee has such nice latte art! I wonder if [person B] would like it.'

'Oh, there's a new movie showing in the cinema about an ice skater. [Person B] once did ice skating. Would they like this movie? Or are they even better at ice skating than the ones in the movie? I'm sure they're the best ice skater!'

stopping themselves from messaging the other too often

sharing their food with the other

always making another coffee/tea when they're making one for themselves because sharing is caring

smiling by instinct when they see the other

^ breaking into a grin and being unable to stop it

sending the other little notes of encouragement to show that they're thinking of them

"You're doing just fine. I know you've got this."

promising to catch up, even when there is no time at the moment, they're making sure it doesn't go under

"Wanna talk about it later? I will make time."

making the other a priority

giving their honest opinion when it's asked

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dont-be-gentle-please · 4 months

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Whumpee being paraded for everybody to see.

Bloody, beaten, weak, and limping whumpee dragged around by a collar or leash. They are so weak they can't even attempt to escape.

Pretty, beautiful, pampered whumpee. Dainty, starved, drugged and kept on whumper's lap with the shiniest, heaviest jewelry and thinest, most revealing clothes.

Killing machine whumpee, weapon strapped to their hip but eyes full of tears and flinching at whumper's scowls and frowns. Whumper's hand through their hair, throwing them on the floor in front of their team and whumpee turning limp under their touch, accepting each blow.

#don't be gentle please #dont-be-gentle-please #whump prompts #whump thoughts #pet whump #humiliation whump #beaten whumpee

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girlwithherheadinthestars · 2 months

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father figure prompts pt. 1 (cw: daddy issues)

"why did you think i'd be mad at you? of course i'm not mad at you. it's just one broken cup. there are seven hundred other cups."

"you're okay. i promise you're okay."

"it's not your fault. it's not your fault."

(of MC's birth father) "did he hurt you again? going to beat him up one of these days i swear to god. come, let's get ice cream."

"you seem in dire need of cookies."

"oh, honey, come here." (hugging) "it's okay to be vulnerable, okay?"

"are you doing okay?"

"don't say you're sorry, please, you didn't even do anything."

"can't sleep?"

"are you sick? no, no, you're staying home. i'll make you soup and put on a disney movie you're not going anywhere like that."

"have you eaten?"

"i love you as much as my children, and no one hurts my children."

"nightmares?"

"you don't have to do anything, just rest. please."

"you're going to hurt yourself. take a break."

part. 2

#writeblr #writing #writing prompts #dialogue prompts #writing dialogue #writing prompt #prompts #writing ideas #dialogue prompt #character dialogue #dialogue ideas #prompt list #father figure #found family #comfort #little things #gentle

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whumper-cars · 2 months

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A Whumpee who is so touch starved that they start crying from relief when Caretaker combs a gentle hand through their hair. The first hug sends them bawling.

Feel free to add onto any of my prompts!

#wyrm writes a thing!#whump #whump prompt #writing prompt #touch starved whumpee #gentle caretaker #soft whump #whumpee #caretaker

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hyprmemes · 2 years

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gentleness action prompts edit/interpret sender/receiver roles as you see fit

breathe - muse a holds muse b closely to help them wind down after a stressful day/event

stop - muse a holds muse b back from walking back out into the fray

melt - muse a holds muse b’s face gently, drawing circles into their cheeks with their thumbs

acceptance - muse a kisses muse b’s forehead and lingers

redemption - muse a holds muse b’s face together and rests their forehead against them

home - muse a pulls muse b closer until muse b’s face rests in the crook of muse a’s neck

finale - muse a wraps themself around muse b to keep them from harm

classics - muse a tends to muse b’s wounds with more care than necessary

honesty - muse a wipes muse b’s tears away from under their eyes

recovery - muse a rubs muse b’s back repeatedly to help work tension out their body

anxiety - muse a intertwines their fingers with muse b’s to ground themself

repose - muse a languidly slips into muse b’s arms while muse b is lying somewhere

subtlety - muse a gently brushes their hand over folds and wrinkles on muse b’s clothing

intimacy - muse a braids/brushes/works knots out of muse b’s hair

domesticity - muse a rests chin on muse b’s shoulder to read/see what they’re holding

second-nature - muse a runs their hand through muse b’s hair who’s leaning into them from behind

casual - muse a slinks their arms around muse b’s to sit closer

wounded - muse a sways muse b and themself back and forth as a soothing mechanism

care-taking - muse a rubs muse b’s arms repeatedly to get some warm into them

excuses - muse a brushes their thumb lightly against muse b’s rub some dirt/dust/etc away

courting - muse a rests one hand on muse b’s back and holds out the other for muse b to hold to help them climb up/down something

simplicity - muse a playfully runs their finger along the bridge of muse b’s nose in one swift motion

#gentle memes #action prompts #rp prompts #ask memes #rp memes #writing prompts #ask prompts #ask games #inbox memes #inbox prompts #soft memes

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the-broken-pen · 5 months

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“Oh my god—“

“Not quite, love” The antagonist smirked. “If you ask nicely, however, I may be inclined to play along.”

“You’re—“

“A villain, yes.”

The protagonist tried to stop their hands from shaking as the antagonist looked them up and down.

“Why are you in my neighborhood bodega?” The protagonist said finally, and the villain quirked a brow.

“Even famous people need to eat,” the antagonist tucked their hands into their exquisitely tailored suit.

The bag of chips in the protagonists grip crinkled, and the villain inspected them.

“Not the healthiest choice.”

They gave an unamused laugh. “The cheapest.”

The antagonist’s eyes ran over their face, as if taking in their slightly gaunt cheeks.

“Heroism doesn’t pay well, it seems.”

The protagonist looked them up and down.

“Villainy does, it seems.”

At that, the antagonist chuckled, eyes glimmering like they had finally found something to peak their interest.

Behind them, the check out counter beeped and spit out a receipt, which the antagonist promptly crumpled and threw away.

“I’ll be watching,” they said with a nonchalance that did not match the threat of stalking, and disappeared out the sliding doors.

The protagonist stood in front of the machine, slightly awe struck and slightly afraid, until a clerk sidled up to them.

“Old friend?” The clerk asked.

The protagonist glanced over at them, then back towards the door.

“Not quite,” they answered.

They paid for their chips and left, hands pink with cold by the time they got to their apartment.

Attached to their door was an cream colored envelope full of money, and a note in elegant handwriting that simply said “Buy yourself more groceries. Your fridge is a tragedy.”

The protagonist never quite got rid of the antagonist after that.

#writing #writing community #creative writing #snippet #heroes and villains #fic writing #ficlet #writing prompt #writblr #protagonist #villain #writers #original writing #gentle #soft #no bad things #protagonist x villain #y’all are going feral for this one oh my god

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archieimagines · 1 year

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Imagine asking Steven out to dinner.

warnings: a little bit pre-nsfw? requested by: two anons. this is two prompt requests rolled into one! thank you for requesting <3 written by: archie

this is inspired by @yournewwriter‘s gentle prompts: shy person initiating the kiss, one small kiss before fully devouring the other person.

“How many Bastets have we got, Steven?”

“Uh, let me check.”

Inventory sucked ass, but it sucked much less with Steven.

He’d make the time fly by with his keen chatter about the Ancient Egyptian deities and pyramids, the difference between Northern and Southern pharaohs. As engaging as his lessons were while you beeped barcodes, you couldn’t stop thinking that there were better ways to spend a Thursday night with your crush.

Beep. Beep.

Hands busy with tallying the pyramid paperweights, you watched him rummage amongst the deity plushies. He was so focused, murmuring numbers to himself as he shifted cat goddesses from one haphazard pile to another.

“Steven?”

“Fourteen, fifteen…”

“Steven.”

“One second, I- Sixteen?” He paused with a cat in hand, staring at his pile. “Nah, I already coun-“

“Do you want to grab dinner after this?”

He dropped the cat.

“I-I’m gonna call that fifteen, I, you what? Dinner?” His face took on that familiar, gorgeously endearing smile. A little embarrassed, a little disbelieving, even. But massively sweet. “You and me?”

You grinned, nodding as you beeped the pyramids through. “Yeah. You’re vegan, right?”

“You remembered.”

“Of course. I’ve been waiting for you to ask me out for weeks.”

He drew up a blank. He’d wanted to ask you out, for sure, and he kind of imagined that if he weren’t quite so Steven, he’d have done it long ago. A deep down version of him definitely wanted to, and if he had the balls to, he’d have let that take over. But unfortunately for himself, he was Steven, and the deep down version of himself that had the courage to ask you out was just that: very deep down.

He sort of wanted to kick himself for not making a stab for it sooner, but also… Gosh, what a relief.

“So…?”

“Oh, oh yeah. Yes, dinner. Yes, tonight.”

“Great, so after this? Perfect.” You shot him a grin, loading the tallied pyramids back into the store box. “I know a cute little place with a whole vegan menu, and it’s not far from here.”

“Perfect. Yeah that’s- that’s brilliant. Yeah.”

He couldn’t help but be annoyed with himself.

That was so easy. He’d been struggling with how to ask you out for the longest time, but you did it just like that. No fuss, no drama. And he knew that he didn’t need to be the one to initiate everything - his masculinity wasn’t so fragile that he had to prove himself - but he really felt that somewhere inside of him was a courageous man, just cheering himself on to get things going. He’d always seemed to bumble through everything, a bit clumsy- but he didn’t even need to be.

Your simple request inspired him, and he couldn’t help the grin on his face or the buzz in his fingertips as he picked up the stuffed kitten goddess.

“Fifteen, did you say?”

“Yeah, but I think I miscounted. One minute.” He bent once more, organising the toys into piles, counting them up and putting them back in the box. He then lifted and dropped it onto the table beside you, sparing a glance to the inventory sheet. “Sixteen. Here,” he pointed to a line on the checklist.

He watched as you made the notes you needed to, scribbling numbers, making amendments, but not focused. He was in his mind, fighting off the nerves that grew inside.

He’d already decided he wanted to kiss you.

But when?

The longer he waited, the harder it was. Should he just go for it when you look up? Is that creepy? No, maybe he’s already stood too close. That’s probably what’s creepy.

He heaved a sigh, pushing his own words from his mind.

A lock of your hair fell forwards as you leant over the checklist, and his fingers came to life even without thought.

Instinctively, he reached out to tuck that hair back.

So far, so good. More of that.

“Hey,” he called softly, pushing his shyness to take a backseat.

“Mn?” You didn’t look up.

Again, he silenced his inhibitions and just went for it.

Delicate fingertips reached to take your jaw, and your brow quirked as Steven guided you to meet his eye. There was a different look to his face. Still soft, still so gentle… But there was a sheepish determination there. “Can I- just?”

He cut himself off by leaning in to catch your lips with his.

Short and sweet, almost clumsy.

But your heart leapt, even with that tiniest, softest touch.

He pulled away instantly, bashful and pink in the cheeks. “Oh gosh,” he laughed, unable to meet your gaze for long. He glanced around, between the paper, the Bastet deities, your eyes and your lips. “Oh gosh, I’m sorry about that. What came over me? That was a bit- Let me count these agai-“

He stopped when a soft laugh met his ears. Before he really knew it, your fingers gripped into the front of his shirt and he was tugged closer with a little pull.

Your eyes shone up at him, drinking in the sight of his flushed ears and neck, and you knew all he needed was a nudge.

“Kiss me, Steven.”

Something snapped within him. His lips pressed on yours with a deep vigour, his head tilted aside to fit perfectly against you. His mind instantly soothed with the feeling of your kiss, taking your waist to guide you against the table, letting the heat inside him take over.

Your arms fell over his shoulders, a hand curving to let your fingers work into those curls, your chest swelled with affection, utterly elated to have him like this, to hold him as close as you want. It’d been so long, and finally, he’d done it.

The kiss eventually slowed to a halt, but he stayed close as his breath came in soft huffs, eyes dark and dazed, and you were sure you’d look just the same.

But it wasn’t for long. Something had awoken in him.

He snatched you into another kiss, sighing through his nose as his fingers wound into your own hair this time, drinking your affection like a man in a desert.

Dinner would surely be interesting tonight. If you ever got there.

#steven grant imagine #steven grant x reader #moon knight x reader #oscar isaac x reader #moon knight imagine #steven grant #moon knight #oscar isaac #oscar isaac imagine #gentle prompts #written by archie #marvel

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seaside-writings · 2 months

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Prompt #1,238

"This is an absolute mess,"

"No, it's not. Keep going,"

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do-it-for-the-fandom · 5 months

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Number 2 or 23 from the Gentle Prompts list, please.

Gentle Prompt 23 - "Can you just hold me?"

Season 7, after the elopement.

For the first time in two months he woke up alone.

He opened his eyes to darkness, not her warm, honey-gold eyes. Heard the distance sound of waves crashing against the shore, not her soothing reassurances. Felt cold sheets instead of the warmth of her body beside him.

"Kate?" he called into the darkness as he craned his neck and searched for any sign of his wife.

He pulled himself from bed, followed the soft glow of light emanating from the staircase to the kitchen.

"Beckett?" he called out to her again, but still there was no answer.

Following nothing more than a gut feeling, he slid open the patio door and stepped outside into the cool November air. He spotted her silhouette in the distance, looking out over the moonlit ocean.

He approached her slowly, careful not to startle her. He saw the slight tilt of her head as she looked over her shoulder, but she did nothing to acknowledge his presence. For a brief moment he considered that maybe he had done something wrong. Or worse, that she regretted their spontaneous decision to elope. But as he stepped up behind her and placed his hands on her hips, she leant back against the wall of his chest, melted into the warmth of his embrace and he knew that whatever thoughts were occupying her mind weren't about him. He pressed a kiss to her temple.

"Penny for your thoughts?" he asked after a few moments of silence.

If she didn't want to talk he wouldn't push it but there would always be a part of him that wanted to help her, to right whatever might be wrong, to fix whatever might be broken.

"I thought that I had come to terms with it," she admitted as she stared out at the rippling water. "The fact that my mom would never-"

Her voice broke as emotion rushed to the surface. She inhaled deeply, exhaled slowly.

"Today was so perfect, Castle." She turned to face her husband, framed his face with the delicate touch of her fingertips and locked her lips to his in a sweet but sorrow-filled kiss.

He could taste the salted moisture that had streamed so freely from her eyes it had tainted her lips and stained her cheeks.

She placed her hands on his chest, toyed with the fabric of his sleep shirt. "I don't want you to think that I'm not happy or that today wasn't wonderful-"

"I don't," he assured her. "It's okay to be sad, Kate."

She hung her head low as more tears slipped from behind closed eyelids but Rick smoothed his thumb across her cheek, collecting the tears as quickly as they fell.

"I just miss her," she sighed.

"I know you do."

Kate looked over her shoulder, back out to the water.

"Is there anything I can do?" Rick asked.

"No." She shook her head but offered a small, sincere smile that told him just being there was enough. "Can you just... hold me?"

He smiled. "Of course."

She snaked her arms around his waist, huddled herself into the warmth of his body and pressed her cheek to his chest. He enveloped her in his arms and held her tight.

They stayed exactly as they were until the warm, golden glow of the impending sunrise could be seen over the horizon.

#castle fanfiction #anon prompt #gentle prompts #kate beckett #caskett #castle #richard castle #kate beckett x richard castle #my drabbles

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hebuiltfive · 3 months

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Hellooo!

How about our boy Scotty and #22?

Hellooo! Thank you for the ask! My words were not wording, so I hope this is okay and makes sense (I did read it back, but I don't think my brain is firing properly). Also I wasn't sure how to end it so apologies for the sudden finish! We're travelling back in time for some Wee!Tracys for this one!

(#22: You've Got Something On Your Face from 30 Gentle Prompts)

Pie

Time-keeping was a skill that little Scott was very proud of having. The watch Jeff had bought him for his recently passed ninth birthday had been a cherished present and Scott had worn it with every outfit, even when the bright blue of the watch didn’t exactly match the attire chosen. He didn’t care. It helped him keep track of time which, as he often pointed out to his younger siblings, was a very important thing to do.

Hence why Scott became irate this morning.

Before bed, he had asked his father all the necessary questions regarding how long it would take to drive out to the track and what time would be best for him to set his alarm. Jeff had helped him navigate the itinerary before tucking him in for the night and wrestling with Lucille over Scott not needing to be so organised at the tender age of nine. Scott had heard part of their conversation, but their words had soon drowned out as sleep claimed him.

When he had woken in the morning, he was on time and raring to go. His bag had been packed the night before so all he had to worry about was getting ready to leave, but that was when it all went wrong.

He strolled downstairs, his bag grasped excitedly in his hand, prepared to see his father waiting to drive him over to the club… Only Jeff wasn’t in the living room. He wasn’t on the front porch and, when Scott traipsed through to the kitchen, he noticed he wasn’t there either.

Virgil was sat at the table. In one hand, he held a spoon that was dripping with milk and cereal. In the other, he held an orange coloured crayon, which currently held more of his attention. When Scott entered, Virgil’s head lifted.

“Dad had to go over to Grandpa’s. Something had happened.”

Scott’s heart sunk. “What? What happened?”

“Nothing bad!” Virgil quickly amended at the look of dread on his older brother’s face. “Grandpa said it was urgent though, and Dad said he would have been back by now.”

Scott slammed his bag onto the table before lifting himself into one of the dining chairs with a huff.

Virgil steadied his bowl of breakfast with a tut. “Careful! You’ll ruin my homework!”

“What are you working on?” Scott asked, peering over the box of cereal to try and make out what Virgil had been colouring. Being on the opposite side of the table, it took Scott a minute to decipher the picture. “Is that a pigeon?”

“No! We’re studying regional birds. This is the titmouse.” He held up the orange colour proudly. “He has some orange around his sides!”

“Orange is boring. You should colour it blue.”

“It wouldn’t be accurate.”

“So? It would look cooler.”

Virgil rolled his eyes, throwing over another sheet of paper towards Scott. It landed upside down but, when Scott flipped it over, he noticed an already completed picture.

“That’s a bluejay.” Virgil explained as Scott’s eyes widened.

“I’ve seen these! There were some in one of the parks when me and Dad visited Wichita last month.”

“You can keep it.”

Scott’s eyes tore away from the perfectly coloured in picture — honestly, Virgil had a real talent for his art projects — to glance back at his brother. “What about your homework?”

“I only needed to do one, but I got inspired so I did them all. You can keep that one.”

Before he could utter his thanks aloud, Lucille walked into the kitchen with John trailing behind her. When she caught sight of Scott, he expression saddened. “Scott, honey, I’m so sorry but you might have to join the afternoon class today. Your dad did say he’d be back by now but…”

“It’s alright. Virgil coloured me in a bird.” Scott held up the picture for his mother to see.

“That’s lovely, sweetie.” She smiled fondly and then ruffled his hair. “Now, breakfast?”

Scott frowned. “But what if dad gets home when I’m eating?”

“You shouldn’t really start the day without breakfast, Scot. What about some cereal, like Virgil? Or I could make you some pancakes if you’d prefer.”

A dull thud and then the cries of a toddler came from the next room. Lucille ran out to check on Gordon before she noticed Scott’s grimace at her suggestions.

“Mommy is right, Scotty.” Virgil said, as John clambered up onto one of the chairs to join his older brothers. “Food is good.”

Scott rolled his eyes. He wasn’t particularly hungry and he hadn’t planned on having anything before his first day of training. Though he wouldn’t admit it to any of them, he had been feeling anxious all night. His sports teacher had signed him up for the track club after claiming he saw potential in Scott, and Scott had been excited to start ever since he’d agreed to give the club a go, but now the day had approached, he was nothing but nervous. Eating was the last thing on his mind.

“I’m not hungry.”

“Just have something small.” Virgil offered his bowl. “You can have the rest of mine, if you’d like?”

Scott shook his head. Cereal, especially the kind that was now soggy from being left in the milk too long, was the least appealing option. He jumped off the chair and scoured the kitchen. Both Virgil and John watched him curiously as he opened cupboards and debated between boxes and tins. Eventually, during his perusal of the refrigerator, he caught sight of the remainder of Mom’s freshly made apple pie and his eye brightened.

He took the pie from the shelf and placed it on the counter. Once he retrieved a clean plate from one of the cupboards, Scott carefully sliced himself a piece. He was acutely aware of his two brothers staring at him. Smugly, he returned the rest of the pie to the fridge and then took his seat at the table again.

“That isn’t breakfast!” Virgil claimed as Scott began to tuck into the pie.

“Mom said I had to eat. This is what I want to eat.”

“But it isn’t healthy!”

Scott’s eyes flitted from Virgil’s horrified expression to John’s curious gaze. He shrugged. “It tastes good though.”

“Mommy said pie is for the puds.” John frowned, finally understanding what his older brother had chosen to do and deciding to show he was unhappy about it. “Not morning time!”

Another couple of bites of pie were taken and Scott rolled his eyes. “It’s fine, Johnny. Mom won’t know. I’ll eat it really fast, look!”

But John had already jumped down from the table and had left the kitchen.

Unfazed, Scott continued to eat at a hurried pace. Whilst he technically didn’t do anything wrong by helping himself to the apple pie, he didn’t fancy having to explain his choices to Lucille and so wanted to be rid of any evidence before she returned.

“Ew, Scott, slow down! You’re getting crumbs everywhere!”

“Stop bein’ such a baby, ‘Gil.” He involuntary spat more crumbs everywhere, causing Virgil to cover his colouring to avoid the sheet getting tainted.

It took Scott no less than a few minutes to finish the plate. He grinned widely. “See? Nothing to worry about!”

Virgil clamped a hand over his mouth as the front door to the ranch clicked open and Jeff’s voice boomed through to them.

“Scotty? Ready to go?”

With furrowed brows of confusion at his younger brother’s obvious amusement, Scott hopped off the dining chair. The pie sat heavy in his stomach as he jumped, the nervousness beginning to set back in again, but he pushed it aside.

Just as Scott was about to run through to greet Jeff, Lucille appeared from the next room. She stopped him with a gentle hand on his shoulder. “Slow down. You’ll cause an accident— Oh, Scotty.”

There was a glint of amusement in her eyes that matched Virgil’s quiet giggles.

Scott frowned. “What?”

“What have I told you about leaving those pies for pudding, not for breakfast?”

His cheeks warmed. “I didn’t…”

“No? So why is your little face covered in the red sauce and crumbs?”

His mother’s fingers carefully wiped at the corners of his mouth as she asked him her question. There was no accusatory tone, only soft delight.

Scott batted her fingers away. How embarrassing! “Mom! Stop! It’s fine! I’m already late!”

Behind him, Virgil was finding it hard to contain his chuckles.

Scott offered him a glare, finally realising what his younger brother had found so funny. “You didn’t even tell me!”

“You would have found out eventually! That’s what happens when you eat something you’re not supposed to, Scotty.”

“Boys.” Jeff stood behind his wife in the doorway. “No fighting.”

“We wasn’t fighting.” Virgil clarified, his smile still large and beaming despite his inaccurate phrasing.

“We were about to.” Scott mumbled before being ushered out of the kitchen by Lucille.

Jeff took Scott’s shoulders to direct him through to the porch. “Come on, let’s get you going. We can make it for the afternoon class and… Scott, why are your clothes covered in pie crumbs?”

#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds fanfiction #five fics #prompt tag #gentle prompts #five answers #idontknowreallywhy

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