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write-out-of-time · 7 years

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They had agreed to meet at midday.

Moira arrived early, her nose pink with cold, her schoolbag half-closed over a crushed bouquet. Cars grumbled past and she stood well back from the kerb. She didn’t want to get her shoes wet.

At 12:05 she sent the first text.

I’m here!

At 12:15 she went for a walk, following the pavement up to the traffic lights at the end of the road and back again. She spread her arms to keep her balance, careful not to touch any of the cracks in the paving stones. That was how the monsters got out.

At 12:18 she sent another text.

Where are you?

By half twelve she was shivering. The bouquet in her school bag had begun to wilt, the flowers drooping over the cellophane. They were summer flowers. Carnations, and chrysanthemums. The shopkeeper had pursed his lips when he’d sold them to her.

She tried to call. It rang and rang, and went to answerphone.

She didn’t try again.

12:43.

Her stomach burned. Cold, and bitter. She sat cross-legged on the pavement and raised two fingers at the motorists who pointed and jabbered. Let the monsters come. She didn’t care.

12:51.

Another text.

I’m not going to wait for you.

It was a lie and they both knew it, but she needed the semblance of control. It told her that she was an equal player. That she hadn’t completely given up. But it was a lie, and they knew it was a lie because she stayed.

She pulled her phone out of her pocket to check the time again. 12:58. No unread messages. No missed calls. She hunched her shoulders against the wind and chewed her lip. Debating.

How much was she worth?

She got up and slung her bag over her shoulder. The paving stone rocked under her feet, but she ignored it. There were no monsters coming to get her today.

The flowers were brown.

She folded her arms over the flat taste in her mouth and started walking. It was a long way home, but she had all afternoon. She always did when they arranged to meet.

“Moira!”

Her forearm ached.

“Moira! Where are you going?”

“Leave me alone.”

A hand caught hers, sharp nails digging into her skin. “Don’t walk away from me, Moira.”

“I’ve been waiting for an hour.” Her voice was thick but she forced her chin up, forced herself to stare into the other girl’s brown eyes and ignore the snot dripping down her chin. “I’m sick of this. You didn’t even bother to text.”

“Moira -”

“It’s our anniversary!” Her voice was too shrill, too uncontrolled, and she knew she would pay for it later, but she was too angry, for once, to care.

The nails dug deeper, painful, leaving crescent-shaped bruises in her skin.

“Don’t talk to me like that.”

A hand came under her chin, turning her face left and right so that she could be inspected.

“Are you really crying over that?” The other girl laughed and raised her voice so that spit flew, but with her head held steady Moira couldn’t flinch away. “You’re pathetic.”

She felt herself crumple. Her head came down and she dropped her eyes.

“You could have called.”

Her last attempt at resistance. The other girl didn’t even reply, too busy cooing over the bouquet of flowers. They were fresh again now, alive just for the Instagram photos, to be discarded in a gutter later. It wasn’t the same magic, but nobody would know. Nobody except Moira and the other girl, and only Moira would care.

“Come on,” her girlfriend said, looping her arm through Moira’s and shaking her hair back from her face. “It’s our anniversary. I want to see what you’ve got planned for me.”

She felt it, somewhere, but her eyes didn’t even flicker. She had learnt not to show that kind of emotion. Instead she nodded and forced a smile as they walked arm-in-arm down the road. They were careful not to step on any cracks.

But they needed have bothered.

Prompt - “As he begins to raise his voice, you lower yours.”

This was a really interesting (and intense) prompt to write from, although I took a few liberties with it. This is the second 30-minute prompt I’ve done recently and I like that it gives you enough time to develop the characters but not long enough to get distracted or worry about editing.

Anyone else doing this prompt, please tag me in it! I love to see your writing.

#prompt #writing prompt #fantasy #monsters under the bed #writing #abuse #dark #gritty #relationships #oliviaballantine #love #writingblr #promptlywritingideas #my writing

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keijifairy · 3 years

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someday, someday 〃

♡ sano shinichiro

genre. fluff that turns into angst LOL, hurt/no comfort

warning. character death

author's note. happy birthday to the love of my life, shin <3 come home to me please i beg T____T

+ this is my first tokyo revengers fic bc i feel too much feelings for this man so here i am ... mourning on his bday ...

+ thank you so much for @promptlywritingideas for the dialogue prompts i used (in italics) for this <3 !!!

“Let’s get married.”

He's sat on the floor, arms propped on your lap, seeming a bit dazed — as if those words sprang out of his lips before he could process them, not tearing his eyes away from you since his siblings' heads fell on your shoulders.

Sano Shinichiro has always been one to blurt out the silliest love confessions at the most unexpected times in attempts to fluster you harder than the last (though a little more nervous and much more of a dork) — most of which you only snort at in amusement and counter back with something disgustingly sweeter to flip it around. It’s easy to say that you’ve grown used to his antics of endearment, but quite hard to hide the fact that he’ll be the death of you one day.

And this line of his is something new, something bold, and something mellow. What else could be more flustering than a sudden proposal? Because if this is his intention, then that day arrived sooner than you expected.

(A minute has gone and no cheesy pick-up line has been delivered, only the snores of the young Sanos concealing the somersaults in your chest as their brother continues to look at you as if you hung the moon and the stars.

It’s a lot more different this time, you realize.)

“I can’t promise anyone the rest of my life, and to ask anyone for theirs would be too cruel,” he glances at his siblings peacefully dreaming away in your warmth, and Shinichiro’s heart swells at the sight he’d like to keep for a very long time. “But you...”

And you’re cupping his cheek with so much affection that Shinichiro starts grinning like the lovesick boy you make him be. “I’m not going anywhere, okay? Whether we’re married or not, whether we’re even together or not, you’re stuck with me.”

“Someday,” he takes your other hand in his to brush his lips over your knuckles, and your bottom lip quivers in response. “I’ll still do it — marry you.”

“Yeah?”

“And I’ll get you one of those pretty lookin’ rings,” his whispers are longing, loving, as he fiddles with your fingers, “and you’ll look so beautiful with it. Even if you already are.”

“You better not break your promise then, Shin.”

A boyish smile and a flurry of kisses. Hushed giggles from your sides. Lighthearted teasing and flushed cheeks. He swears to his heart that he’ll never break yours. How could he? He’ll be the one to marry you, after all. Someday. Someday. He can’t wait.

But the future could only sigh, for Sano Shinichiro broke a lifelong promise not even a week later.

There’s no pretty ring on your finger, only a lasting ache in your chest. And you don’t think you’re beautiful with it. Not at all.

Someday, you’ll marry him. Someday. In another lifetime. You’ll wait. In a life where it would be forever. You’ll have to hold on for now. He’ll be with you even in the next.

#tokyo revengers #tokrev #tokyo revengers x reader #sano shinichiro #shinichiro #shinichiro x reader #tokyo revengers shinichiro #shinichiro sano #sano shinichiro x reader #tokyo revengers angst #tokyorev x reader #tokrev x reader #tokyo revengers x y/n #sano shinichiro angst #shinichiro angst #tokyo revengers fluff #tokyo revengers imagines #tokyo revengers sano shinichiro #shinichiro sano angst

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skriveting · 3 years

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OTP Questions pt. 1

Inspired by this post by @promptlywritingideas

Who's the primary protector of the two?

Who sleeps in and who is the early bird?

Who is the least patient?

Which of the two listens to old music and which one is more into the newer stuff?

Who's the first one to quit a new hobby because they're not great at it on the first try?

Who holds a grudge the longest?

Who secretly knows all the lyrics to the other's favorite songs but refuses to expose themselves?

Who's more likely to cry about a plant dying?

Which of the two is the most outspoken?

Which of the two is quick to speak and which one is quick to listen?

#tag your otp #otp tag #tag your ocs #otp things #otp ideas #otp #imagine your otp #otp questions #writblr #writeblr #writing #writing tips #character dynamics #character interaction #writing advice

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yellowmagicalgirl · 3 years

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I love you for hammerhunter

...that's not one of the prompts on the list I'm using right now but here, have a fill for a similar prompt. The fic was heavily inspired by a prompt from @promptlywritingideas

Leave a “Love Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a fluffy drabble about two (or more) characters.

"Do you remember when we got married at recess back in second grade?" Jim asked.

"How can I forget? Eli through grass all over us because he was our flower boy," Toby said. He took another bite of the cupcake he was eating. Jim had decorated them really well. Really, all of the food Jim had made for their picnic date was better than his usual average, but the cupcakes were the most intricate part. Jim had even personalized them so that one looked like the inside of a blue agate geode and the other like orange heulandite, and Toby wasn't just talking about the colors. Jim had added rock candy to the outside.

"Yeah, I remember Mrs. Nelson wasn't too happy about that."

Toby nodded in agreement and continued chewing.

"You know, I tried looking through my old second grade folder to see if I still had the ring," Jim continued, taking a bite of his own cupcake.

Toby swallowed. "Jimbo, those were still-green twigs we found on the ground that we twisted together. If Mrs. Nelson didn't make us throw them out I'm sure your mom or my Nana would've."

"Yeah," Jim said. "I know."

Toby took another bite and his teeth hit something hard. He looked at the cupcake and noticed a bit of gold shining through. Toby pulled it out, revealing a ring with a diamond surrounded by faintly glowing slivers of Heartstone.

"Since I couldn't find our old rings, I figured you'd want a nicer one. Will you marry me? For real this time?"

send me characters and a prompt

#hammerhunter #toby domzalski #jim lake jr #joby #tales of arcadia #trollhunters #eli pepperjack #even if they grew apart by high school i like the idea of the three of them being childhood friends #answered ask #anonymous #my writing #that's right i am actually capable of writing pure fluff!

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babygirl-diaz · 3 years

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How Can I Be Your Friend?

Based on this prompt by promptlywritingideas: "I can’t do this. I’m sorry. I can’t be just your friend. I tried. I wanted to do the noble thing, but now, I need to leave. For my sake.”

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"What are you doing?" Sam asked as he watched Bucky pack his stuff.

Bucky didn't reply and continued to put his things into his bag so Sam walked over to him and grabbed his Vibranium arm to turn him around. "Bucky... What's wrong? Where are you going?"

"I'm leaving," Bucky admitted.

"What?" Sam's hand dropped from his arm.

"I can’t do this. I’m sorry," Bucky sighed sitting down on the edge of the bed. "I can’t- I can't just be your friend."

Sam looked on confused but Bucky continued, "I tried. Oh, trust me I tried because I wanted to do the right thing, but now, I need to leave. For my sake. Because this is just becoming too hard."

"What?" Sam asked slowly. "What are you talking about?"

Getting up from the bed, Bucky came close to Sam and looked him right in the eyes as he said, "I love you, Sam. I've loved you for so long and it hurts so much that I can't be with you."

"Bucky..." Sam breathed out. "Why didn't you tell me that?"

"What difference would it make? You don't feel the same way."

"And what made you think that?"

Now it was Bucky's turn to look shocked. "What?" He asked.

Sam leaned in and pressed a kiss to Bucky's lips. "I do feel the same way, you dumbass," he said fondly.

Bucky stood there shell-shocked like it was the last thing he was expecting. It probably was. "I- you-" he seemed lost for words. "What?"

"Do I need to write in the sky?" Sam rolled his eyes. "I love you!"

A broad smile spread across Bucky's lips and he pulled Sam in for another kiss. And if it was a little rough and desperate, Sam didn't complain.

#SamBucky #TFATWS #drabble

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theprongspotter · 6 months

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Regulus: I haven’t told you everything.

James: I know, and I love you. You'll tell me when you're ready.

c: @promptlywritingideas

#marauders #marauders era #marauders incorrect quotes #incorrect marauders quotes #dead gay wizards from the 70s #dead gay wizards #gay dead wizards #regulus black #regulus arcturus black #james potter #james fleamont potter #james x regulus #regulus x james #james loves regulus #regulus loves james #jegulus #sunseeker #starchaser

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emotionlesshoe · 3 years

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Finn Shelby x reader - “I don’t want you to be someone else who hurts me.”

It was a nice spring afternoon; the flowers had already started to bloom and their sweet comforting smell that flooded through the soft breeze was ever so pleasant.

The sun was warming up your face delicately, passing through the branches of the apple tree, while you read your book. Your head placed on the lap of your best friend who seemed to be sleeping, his back against the trunk of the tree. Stopping your lecture, you used this moment solely to look at the young man.

Finn Shelby was certainly not a tranquil person. Therefore, seeing him that peaceful was something particularly peculiar. Although his eyes were closed, and his breathing was slow; he wasn’t really asleep. Knowing Finn like the back of your hand, you were certain his mind was flooded with deep thoughts, probably foolish ones too, though. You smiled at the thought, going back to your book, not wanting to be caught staring. Mere seconds later, Finn contentedly sighed, making you look up once more.

“What was that about?” You gently asked him, still wearing an amused smile.

“I love you.” Finn confessed, opening his eyes to gauge your reaction.

Your breath got caught up in your lungs, and your genuine smile disappeared in an instant while you jumped up. This couldn’t be happening; he didn’t just say that. Finn knew about your past; he knew that those words were like a bullet for you. Too many people have said it without even meaning it. Too many people hurt you and left you after saying those words. Those were cursed words, ones that shouldn’t be said, especially not by Finn, not by the person you cared the most about.

Finn got up quickly after you and tried to reach out, only for you to take a step back, crossing your arms you let out a low growl.

“Why would you say that?” You questioned him, clearly irritated and agitated.

“Because it’s true Y/N, I do love you!” He reiterated, only making you even more distressed.

“Stop it!” You yelled, only scaring yourself. “Stop, please. It never ends well.” You stated more calmly while still having your heart pounding in your chest. “This?” You exhaled, referring to those three words. “People hurt me. I don’t want you to be someone else who hurts me. Not you; I couldn’t handle it.” You finally stated, tears threatening to spill from your eyes.

“I don’t want to hurt you. And I’m not asking for anything. I just wanted you to know.” He declared. “I just felt like telling you because I truly mean it Y/N.” He added while slowly approaching you. “I’m not going anywhere, alright?” He declared engulfing you in a hug.

You ultimately let yourself cry, and you truly hoped that he meant every single word that he had just pronounced. You couldn’t lose him; the thought itself was unbearable.

Prompt by @promptlywritingideas

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caramelcal · 3 years

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MY 500 FOLLOWER APRIL CELEBRATION

hELLO

so if you don’t know, i hit 500 followers on tumblr (tysm my babies, i love you all <3) sO...here we are with a celebration

UPDATE: I WILL SLOWLY BE GETTING THROUGH THESE, I PROCRASTINATED TOO MUCH AND I’M STILL UNINSPIRED BUT THESE WILL COME I PROMISE!!! (are we honestly surprised???????)

These fics will be for a number of different characters (5sos, marvel, teen wolf, jatp, ginny and georgia too? etc etc) and AUs (i.e royal au, demon au, tattoo artist au, college au etc...) and if you have any ideas do not hesitate to message me!

I LOVE GETTING IDEAS FROM PEOPLE SM YOU DONT UNDERSTANDDD

anyway, i have prompts that are below the keep reading thing so if you’re interested you can have a look at em :))

1. “the worst part of all of this is that i still love you’‘ - Prompt by @screnwriter

Michael Clifford

2. “Stay here tonight.” - Prompt by @ketxnwriting

Marcus Baker

3. “You scared me!” “I scared you?” “Why are you creeping around in the dark like that?” “What do you mean, creeping? Unlike you, I live here!” - Prompt by @casualwriter

Bucky Barnes

4. "I just don't think this person's right for you, you should date someone better, someone who gets you, someone like-" "You?" - Prompt by @palettes-and-prompts

Marcus Baker

5. “Our parents are up there planning or marriage having no idea I already know, and now so do you. So listen here, because I have ground rules if you even want to try and make this work cause otherwise I’ll give you hell.” (Royal AU) , prompt by me, but inspo from @creativepromptsforwriting

Calum Hood

6. “Who are you really, ___.” - Prompt by a pinterest user (that’s where i found it anyway) if yknow who they are please tell me lol

Natasha Romanoff

7. “how do you think this ends?” - Prompt by @prompt-dealer

Peter Parker

8. “Surely no being of hell fears another” “and you surely don’t know how hell works.” - Prompt by @mellifluousoctopus

Calum Hood

9. “ “Can you show me your fangs?” Prompt by @alloveroliver vamp au ofc.

Derek Hale

10. “You never learn.” - Prompt by @whumpster-dumpster i’m thinking Gang AU

Michael Clifford

11. “I’m tired of being your secret.” - Prompt from pinterest (if someone can tell me the person that would be fab)

Luke Hemmings

12. “ "They’re cookies." - Prompt adapted by me from @greenestcoat (just so that it was speech)

Ashton Irwin

13. “Does this count as breaking and entering?”- Prompt by @floraltohru

Stiles Stilinski

14. “Listen, I just want to sleep so if you would kindly stop blasting music that’d be great.” - me, i’m thinking new neighbor/roommate au wbu guys?

Marcus Baker

15. “What did you just say?” - Prompt by @promptlywritingideas