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cerezzzita · 1 year
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— aesthetic words to fill up your vocabulary ♡
✦ if you're tired of using the same repetitive words to describe feelings or actions on your writing, here are some aesthetic words that are not frequently used to help you evolve your vocabulary better and also maybe help you with creative titles <3
ABENDROT: the color of the sky while the sun is setting.
ABIENCE: the strong urge to avoid someone or something.
ACHROOUS: colourless.
AEQUOREAL: marine, oceanic.
AESTHETE: someone with deep sensitivity to the beauty of art or nature.
ALIFEROUS: having wings.
AMITY: warmth and heartfelt friendliness in a friendship; mutual understanding and a peaceful relationship.
AMORIST: someone who is in love; someone who writes about love.
AMBROSIAL: fragrant, delicious.
ANTHOMANIA: great love for flowers.
AQUAPHILE: someone who is an enthusiast of all things related to the water.
ARENOCOLOUS: living or burrowing in sand.
ASPERSE: change falsely or with malicious intent; attack the good name and reputation of someone.
ASTERISM: agroup of stars; a constellation; a cluster of stars.
ATTAR: essential oil or perfume obtained from flowers.
AUREATE: golden or gilded; brilliant, splendid.
AURICOMUS: with golden or yellow colored foliage.
AVIOTHIC: the strong desire to be up in the air or to fly.
BALTER: to dance artlessly, without particular grace and/or skill but usually with enjoyment.
BATHIC: pertaining to depths, especially of sea.
BELAMOUR: the one who is loved; a beloved person.
BELLICOSTIC: aggressive, belligerent, warlike.
BENEFICENCE: the quality of being kind or helpful or generous.
BERCEUSE: a quiet song intended to lull a child to sleep.
BLÁFAR: indicating the freshness and beauties of youth or health; attractive and possessing charm.
BRONTIDE: the low rumble of a distant thunder.
BURBLE: to speak in an excited manner.
CAELITIS: the divinities who dwell within the celestial planes.
CATHARSIS: the release of emotional tension, especially through kinds of art or music.
CELERITOUS: swift, speedy, fast.
CERAUNOPHILIA: loving thunder and lightning and finding them intensely beautiful.
CHEVELURE: the nebulous tail of a comet.
CINGULOMANIA: a strong desire to hold a person in your arms.
COCCINEOUS: bright red; scarlet.
COCKAIGNE: an imaginary land of luxury and idleness.
CONSTELLATE: to eluster; to compel by stellar influence.
COSMOGYRAL: whirling around the universe.
CORDOLIUM: heartache; heartfelt sorrow.
CORUSCATE: to reflect brillantly, to sparkle.
CRAMOISY: of a crimson color.
CREATURELY: a person who is controlled by others and is used to perform unpleasant or dishonest tasks for someone else.
CRYSTALLOMANIA: an obsession with crystals and other crystalline objects.
CHRYSALISM: the amnotic tranquility of being indoors during a thunderstorm.
CLINQUANT: glittering with gold and silver.
CLYSMIC: cleaning, washing.
CUPIDITY: greed for money or possessions.
CYANEOUS: a sky-blue color.
CYNOSURE: guiding star; a object of common interest.
DARKLING: of or related to darkness.
DÉCLASSÉ: having fallen in social status.
DEIFORM: god-like or divine in nature.
DEMERSAL: that lives near the bottom or a body of water.
DESIDERIUM: an ardent longing, as for something lost.
DISPITEOUS: cruel and without mercy.
DOUX: sweet, soft, mild, gentle.
DRACONTINE: belonging to a dragon.
DYSANIA: the state of finding it hard to get out of bed in the morning.
ECCEDENTESIAST: someone who fakes a smile.
EFFLORESCENCE: a period or state of blooming, blossoming.
ELEGY: a poem of serious reflection, typically a lament for the dead.
ELEUTHEROPHILIST: someone who advocates free love.
ELYSIAN: beautiful or creative, divinely inspired; peaceful and perfect.
EMACITY: desire or fondness for buying things.
EMPYREAL: pertaining to the sky; celestial.
EPHIALTES: a nightmare; the demon Incubus that supposedly causes a nightmare.
EPICARICACY: the joy that results from others misfortune.
EREMOPHOBIA: the deep fear of stillness, solitude, or deserted places.
ETHEREAL: extremely delicate, light, not of this world.
EUMOIRIETY: happiness due to state of innocence and purity.
FLORENTIS: abounding in flowers; being in bloom and adorned with plentiful flowers.
FREICEADAN: guard, garrison, watch, sentinal.
FULMINATE: cause to explode violently and with loud noise.
FURCIFEROUS: brat; rascally, scandalous.
GLOAMING: twilight, dusk.
GRAME: anger, wrath, scorn; sorrow, grief, misery.
HALCYON: calm and peaceful; happy, prosperous.
HELLION: a rowdy or mischievous person.
HELIOPHILIA: desire to stay in the sun; love of sunlight.
HEAVENIZE: to render like heaven or fit for heaven, to purify and make a holy place or a person.
HENOTIC: promoting harmony or peace.
HIRAETH: a homesickness for a home you can't return to, or that never was.
HOLILY: belonging to or derived from or associated with a divine power.
HYPNAGOGIC: the state immediately before falling asleep.
IGNICOLIST: a worshiper of fire.
ILLECEBROUS: attractive and alluring.
IMPLUVIOUS: soaked with rain.
INCANDESCENCE: light produced by high temperatures.
INCALESCENCE: the property of being warming.
INCENDIARY: designed for the purpose of causing a fire, likely to cause anger or violence.
INEFFABLE: too great or extreme to be expressed or described in words.
INSOUCIANT: free from worry, concern or anxiety.
IRENIC: aiming or aimed at peace, promoting peace.
IRIDESCENT: producing a display of rainbow-like colors.
INVIDIARE: to envy.
ISOLOPHILIA: a strong preference and affection for solitude.
KALOPSIA: the delusion of things being more beautiful than they really are.
KALON: beauty that is more than skin deep.
LACONIC: expressing much in a few words.
LACUNA: a blank space; a missing part.
LATIBULE: a hiding place, a place of safety and comfort.
LAMBENT: to glow or flicker softly. Luminous, light or brilliant.
LIMERENCE: the state of being infatuated with another person.
LONGANIMITY: still suffering while planning revenge.
LOUCHE: disreputable; morally dubious.
LUCELENCE: the state of being fine and beautiful; shining, brilliant.
LUCIFORM: resembling light in appearance; having, in some respects; the nature of qualities of light.
LUMINESCENCE: light produced by chemical, electrical or physiological means.
MALTALENT: the negative emotions of wanting injury or harm to befall someone; a hostile behavior or attitude towards someone considered an enemy.
MARMORIS: the shining surface of the ocean.
MAZARINE: a dark blue color; rich blue or reddish-blue color.
MELIORISM: the belief that the world gets better; the belief that humans can improve the world.
MÉLOMANIE: an excessive and abnormal love and deep attraction to music and melody.
MERCURIAL: subject to sudden or unpredictable changes.
MESMERIC: appealing; drawing attention.
MORDACIOUS: biting or given to biting; biting or sharp in manner; caustic; capable of wounding.
MORPHEAN: of or relating to Morpheus, to dreams, or to sleep.
MOXIE: courage, nerve, determination.
NEBULOCHAOTIC: a state of being hazy and confused.
NEFARIOUS: wicked, villainous, despicable.
NEMESISM: frustration, anger or aggression directed inward, toward oneself and one's way of living.
NERITIC: pertaining to shallow coastal waters.
NOETIC: of or associated with or requiring the use of mind.
NOIRCEUR: the state of being pitch black in color; a state of lacking illumination.
NUBIVAGANT: wandering in the air, moving through the air.
NUMINOUS: spiritual or supernatural; surpassing comprehension or understanding; mysterious.
ONEIRODYNIA: restless, disturbed sleep, characterized by nightmares and sleepwalking.
OPHIOMORMOUS: snake-like.
ORPHIC: mysterious and entrancing, beyond ordinary understanding.
PAVONINE: characteristic of a peacock; resembling the tail of a peacock; as in colors; iridescent.
PETRICHOR: the scent of rain on dry earth.
POIESIS: creation; creative power or ability.
PORPHYROUS: purple; of purple hue.
PLAXONDRY: the mix of introspective nostalgia, sadness, and calmness felt when listening vaporwave and its related genres.
PRATE: to talk excessively and pointlessly.
PROCELLOUS: tempestuous, stormy.
QUIDDITY: the essence of something.
QUIXOTIC: extravagantly chivalrous or romantic; visionary, impractical or impracticable.
RANTIPOLE: a wild, reckless young person; to be wild and reckless.
REDAMANCY: the act of loving the one who loves you; a love returned in full.
REDOLENT: having a strong distinctive fragrance; serving to bring to mind.
REMEANT: coming back, returning.
RESPLENDENT: having brilliant or glowing appearance; dazzling and impressive in appearance through being richly colorful or sumptuous.
REVERIE: a state of being pleasantly lost in one's thoughts; a daydream.
RODOMEL: juice of roses mixed with honey.
ROSEATE: rose-like; overly optimistic.
RUTILANT: glowing or glittering with red or gold light.
SANGUINEOUS: accompanied by bloodshed.
SASHAY: to strut or move about in an ostentatious or conspicuous manner.
SCIAMACHY: a battle against imaginary enemies; fighting your shadow.
SEQUACIOUS: lacking independence of originality of thought.
SERAPHIC: beautiful and pure; having a sweet nature befitting an angel or a cherub; of or relating to an angel of the first order.
SERENDIPITY: finding something good without looking for it.
SKINT: having little or no money avaliable.
SOLIVAGANT: someone who wanders or travels the world alone; a solitary adventurer.
SOMNIATE: to dream, to make sleepy.
SORTIGER: delivering prophecies of the future; having the qualities of being oracular.
STELLIFEROUS: having or abonding with stars.
STELLIFY: to transform from an earthly body into a celestial body; to place in the sky as such.
SUCCIDUOUS: ready to fall, falling.
SPUME: a white mass of bubbles or froth on the top of a wave.
SYNODIC: relating to or involving the conjunction of stars, planets or other celestial objects.
TARANTISM: the uncontrollable urge to dance.
TEMENOS: a sacred circle where no one can be oneself without fear.
THANATOPHOBIA: fear of death.
TYYNEYS: the state of peacefulness; absent of worry or fear, being composed and at ease.
ULTRAMARINE: beyond the sea; greenish-blue color.
VELLEITY: a wish or inclination not strong enough to lead to action.
VENERATION: a profound emotion inspired by a deity.
VESPERTINE: in or of the evening; setting at the same time as, or just after, the sun.
VERDANT: with plants and flowers in abundance.
VERMEIL: a liquid composition applied to a gilded surface to give luster to the gold.
VERTICORDIOUS: to turn the heart from evil.
VIOLESCENT: tending toward violet color.
VORFREUDE: the joyful anticipation that comes from imagining future pleasures.
WANDERLUST: a strong desire to travel and explore the world.
WHIST: to hush or silence; to still, to become still.
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rosewritingprompts · 9 months
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30 angsty dialogue prompts
"Why don't you ever listen to me?"
"I fucked up."
"They told me you left."
"I'm sorry I'm not who you thought I was."
"Where did you go?"
"Don't touch me."
"They're lying to you."
"Are you hurt?"
"I don't know where we are."
"Why are you still here?"
"Don't listen to them."
"Look at me."
"Why would you say that?"
"I'm not going to hurt you."
"You heard that?"
"I didn't mean it."
"This can only end one way."
"You look like hell." "I feel like it."
"You don't remember me?"
"I don't know who you are anymore."
"This isn't what it looks like."
"Do you trust me?" "I don't know."
"Just a little longer."
"Swear it to me."
"This isn't right."
"I don't know how much longer I can do this."
"I can't protect you."
"I can't believe I didn't see that coming."
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry."
"You can't tell anyone."
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soft prompts to make you yearn
resting your head gently on their shoulder
them running their fingers through your hair
them gently tilting your chin
and looking into your eyes
so that your eyes lock in a deep gaze
placing a soft kiss on their forehead
interlocking your fingers while holding hands
back hugs back hugs back hugs
embracing them from a sudden hug from behind
and whispering in their ears, “i love you,”
soft kisses on both cheeks and tip of the nose.
cupping your face in their hands and them telling you, “you. you are the one i love.”
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madame-fear · 20 days
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˗ˏˋ 𝐅𝐋𝐔𝐅𝐅 + 𝐒𝐌𝐔𝐓 | 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 𝐏𝐓. 𝟐 ˎˊ˗
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ೀ amira speaks! : part two of my fluff + smut prompt lists for requests, check them out here! requests are currently closed. remember to specify who says what to who when requesting! 彡 last updated : 08/03/2024 — ♡
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116. (character) is talking to someone about you. they try to hide how they feel about you, but it’s quite obvious. “I like them a normal amount.” character says, “we get along, we’re just friends.” “and you’re a friend... who stares at them smiling to yourself like an idiot?” “shut up, you know nothing.”
117. lazy morning kisses and cuddles.
118. “so wet already? I barely even touched you. You must be quite needy.” (smut)
119. “Can I touch you over here?” (smut)
120. “Do you like it like this? Or should I go slower?” (smut)
121. “You’re blushing, that’s cute.” “Shut up, stupid.” (specify who says this to who)
122. “Can I please hold your hand?”
123. “You’ll have to beg for that.” (smut, specify scenario if possible)
124. “Please, if you could stay with me for the night, I would be grateful. I need you.”
125. (character)’s friends discreetly playing matchmaking by placing both of you in places where you can be alone together. You’re both oblivious to your mutual pining, so at one point they force (character) to ask you out for once and for all.
126. “They gave us... One bed?” “Don’t pretend you don’t like it.” (could end in smut, or simply fluffy teasing)
127. “I think I might be dying... These may be my last words.” “It’s a small fever. If you don’t quit whining, the only thing killing you today will be my bare hands around your neck.”
128. “Touch yourself for me.” (smut)
129. “Your breasts are cold. Can I warm them with my hands?” “No.” “Pleeeeeeaseeeeee?” “Fine, but stop staring at my with those sad puppy eyes.” (smut)
130. Pillowfighting with (character). (Character) is better at it than you, but when you complain about it, they let you win because they genuinely feel bad.
131. Drunken love confessions to you.
132. Same as 131, but with you being drunk and confessing your love to (character).
133. “Don’t you like being all marked by me? Look at you, everyone will know you’re mine.” (smut)
134. “Someone might see us!” “Isn’t that the fun of it, love?” (smut)
135. “You are one pretty little whore. My pretty little whore.” (smut)
136. (character) gently removing your hands from your very flustered face after you give each other your first kiss, finding them smiling to themselves at how adorable you are.
137. “Who hurt you? I’ll get my revenge on them.”
138. “I could warm you up... From the inside.” (smut)
139. character introduces you to someone. “this is my girlfriend/wife!” (specify). you turn to them in confusion, becoming flustered. “yeah... your girlfriend/wife.”
140. “Stop stealing the blankets!” “Gods you’re so oblivious- I want you to come closer and cuddle me to seek warmth!”
141. “Why should I look up at the stars, when you have a whole constellation in your pretty eyes?” (so cheesy, woops)
142. “How come you were in love with me all this time?!” “I THOUGHT I HAD BEEN OBVIOUS ENOUGH ALREADY!”
143. “Look elsewhere, and I stop.” (smut)
144. “You have such a pretty, delicate little mouth. You surely take my cock so well.” (smut)
145. (character) lifting you from the floor, taking you in their arms, and happily swriling you around the place after not seeing each other for quite some time.
146. “We should film this.” (smut)
147. “Go fuck yourself.” “Only if you watch.” (could be smut or not, specify!)
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streets-crimes · 1 year
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☆ Smut [-ing] Prompts ☆
[feel free to use & reblog]
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- these prompts are 18+ and include sexual themes, please be warned
☆ { going } down on them in the backseat of a car
☆ { putting } a hand over their mouth to be quiet
☆ { overstimulating } them til they’re begging
☆ { telling } them how good [or bad] they are
☆ { calling } them late at night to come over
☆ { licking } their neck to make them gasp
☆ { whispering } encouragement to them
☆ { crying } because of how good it feels
☆ { holding } their shoulders for stability
☆ { kissing } the marks you left on them
☆ { tying } them down as a punishment
☆ { interlacing } your fingers during it
☆ { trying } a new position with them
☆ { grinding } down against their lap
☆ { slapping } them on [insert place]
☆ { taking } care of them afterwards
☆ { laughing } mid way through
☆ { waking } them up with oral
☆ { pulling } their hair
☆ { riding } them
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oleworldblues · 1 year
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Ghost with an SO with a mask as well but they are less serious about it? Like… they take their mask off to eat in public but don’t like to show their face too much so they wear it when it won’t get in the way. It annoys ghost a little because there is tinted glass covering their eyes and he find it hard to see if they are paying attention to him or not. Some how their mask gets broken and suddenly ghost feels their eyes on him all the time and constantly catches them staring.
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I kind of combined these two asks (am I allowed to do that?)
Simon 'Ghost' Riley X Shy!F Reader Words: 1.9k Warnings: canon-typical violence
“Captain, with all due respect,” says Ghost,” this is a waste of my time.”
“With all due respect, Simon, this is an order.” Captain Price takes a puff of his cigar. “She won’t slow you down.” “Then why give me this assignment at all?”
“Her combat skills are damn fine. She needs a mentor. You did such a fine job with Soap, yeah? What's one more?”
“Fuckin—,” he gives up. He really can’t fight his captain. “Where is she?”
“Behind you,” says Price, holding out his hand. There is no way someone snuck in here without him realizing it.
“Ghost,” Price says, “meet ‘Sunshine’.”
You’re standing in the corner hiding in the shadows. Were you always there? Or did you show up during this conversation? Either option isn’t ideal. Ghost is not a man that allows people to get the drop on him. You’re wearing all black fatigues, a black gaiter over your mouth, and a pair of aviator sunglasses.
“Nice to see you again,” Price tips his hat to you. You nod in response. Ghost nods back. Price pats Ghost on the shoulder. “Maybe you can teach her to lighten up.” He never asked if your callsign is ‘Sunshine’ because of the sunglasses or your sunny disposition.
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Captain Price thinks he’s fucking hilarious, pairing up the two people that wear masks. Johnny got quite the kick out of it; couldn’t stop laughing for quite awhile. Ghost thought maybe, just maybe having someone else with a mask meant a mutual understanding of privacy. 
If more than one person is committed to something like a mask people just assume it’s a team gimmick.
Of course that’s not how you operated.
Ghost thought the two of you would grab dinner from the mess and make your way to privacy to eat. Instead you sat down at a table, pulled down the mask, and took off your glasses. Soap let out a laugh. Everyone in the 141 was convinced you’d be just like Ghost.
“See? Most people take off the masks sometimes,” Soap ribs. You didn’t join in the chatter; only looking down at your food and staying quiet. 
You were always extremely quiet. Ghost started to get a kick out of how often you snuck up on Soap or Gaz.
“Steamin’ Jesus!” Soap jumps to the side. “How come she never gets you?”
“Some of us are just observant, Soap.” The truth is, he makes an effort to keep track of you at all times. You snuck up on him once and he won’t let it happen a second time. Even if you were on his team now, that could always change. Ghost doesn’t get caught off guard. That meant spending a good amount of time observing you and your mannerisms, learning your quirks.
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“We’ve got a truck incoming,” orders Ghost over the radio.
“Copy that,” you reply and zoom in on your sniper scope. “Four armed personnel, but no sight of the second target.”
“Keep an eye on it.”
“Roger.” It’s been several hours laying in the snow waiting for an arms deal to begin. You and Ghost found separate scouting spots in view of the determined location. Now all they had to do was wait quietly. And, wait you did.
“It’s quite rude, innit?” You emphasize the British slang. 
“You takin’ the piss, Sunshine?” Ghost asks. After weeks of stilted silence you finally started to open up. The thing is, it is only over comms. You make light banter and joke during isolated missions; the moment you were in person you zipped up tight and hardly spoke.
“Maybe, L.t.” You Reply, “I’m just saying, Tygrys is being rude. He’s at least 2 hours late to this deal. What do you think his deal is?”
“Maybe he never had the goods to begin with. Or, he’s waiting for an opening to kill the other party. Gets to keep the guns and the money.”
“That’s what I’d do.”
“You plannin’ on changing careers, Sunshine?”
“It would be a horizontal move.”
You hear it, a boot scuffing against the ground. The hair on the back of your neck stands straight up. Someone is slowly approaching your position. They aren’t walking right to you, it must be a patrol. Either way, you can . You slowly reach for your silenced SMG for close combat. Does he work for the arms dealer or the buyer?
You take deep, even breaths to remain calm. He’s stepping closer. You can’t even warn Ghost without giving your location away. He gets closer. Something shifts in the bushes near you and it draws his attention. That critter was a traitor and that man realized you were hiding nearby.
“Oh, shit!”
You turn over and aim down the sights of your SMG.
“Contact!” You push down on the trigger and the unsuspecting man jitters as every bullet rips through his body. He goes down quickly without much noise and you bolt up to inspect the corpse.
“Sunshine, give me a sit-rep,” Ghost orders over the radio. You’re hands are digging into the pockets 
“Ghost, there are people scouting the area. I took one down, might be others.”
“Rog, I’ll circle back to you.”
“It’s either the buyer’s men or Tygrys. I’m checking—"
You feel the fabric around your neck tighten and pull against your throat.
“You fucking bitch.” Another man wearing the same uniform pulls you back as he chokes you. “You’re coming with me!” The fabric stretches, but when it’s pulled taut enough it starts to choke you. Your hands desperately grasp for a knife, anything, to cut yourself free. 
When the blade starts to cut the cloth the man’s leverage works against him. He was pulling back so much to try and choke you. Without that resistance he falls back on his ass and loses his grip on you.
You fall forward and clutch your neck. You’re struggling to breathe. You’re dizzy and can’t hear that enemy approaching again. 
“You bitch!” He yells before grabbing your hair and pulling your hair back. He slams your face against a nearby tree. You cry out in pain. He repeats it for good measure. A white flash of pain blurs your vision and you hear your glasses break from the impact.
The man pulls you up by your and proceeds to drag you across the ground. When your vision finally clears, you reach up and scratch at his arm. 
“Fuck y—”
His words die off. His grip loosens and you fall back on to the ground. You turn your head to look at him and see a hole coming out of the back of his skull. 
“Gotcha, Sunshine.” You hear his voice over the radio. “I’m heading to your position. We’re falling back. The deal fell through.”
“Hard copy,” you say as you pick yourself up from the ground. Your voice is shaky and you look around desperately for anything to cover your face. The lenses of your glasses are cracked to pieces and the gaiter is ripped in two. There isn’t enough fabric to comfortably tie it around your face.
Shit.
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“She’s shaken, but not injured. We can be back at base in two days.” Ghost updates Captain Price over a video call. “She’s hardly talking. As usual.”
“It’s odd. I thought she’d open up by now,” Price remarks.
“What are you on about?”
“She was practically bouncing off the walls, well her version of that, when I told her she was going to be working with you.” Ghost didn’t mention that you were actually opening up, just in private and only when he wasn’t actually nearby. In person you shut yourself down. At first, he assumed it was his demeanor; it keeps most people at bay.
Without the mask, without a filter, your emotions were plain as day. You tried to cover your face with a scarf, but it kept falling down your nose. You gave up and tossed it aside. You were biting your lip as your eyes darted around everywhere. Worry was painted across your entire face. Were you always this expressive behind those glasses?
During the trip back you kept staring at him. Whenever he looked back your eyes darted away. He would hold out his hand to help stand you up or carry something heavy for you. You would turn your face away and stammer something incomprehensible. 
You weren’t nervous. It was almost like you had a crush on him.
After that thought crossed his mind he couldn't stop thinking about it. Have you always been staring at him like this? Your head was usually pointed towards him. Now he’s picturing if you were admiring him the whole time. When you didn’t wear the mask there were always other people around. You would have something to focus on or other people were drawing attention. You also never looked at him when the mask was off.
You finally arrive on base and sprint to your room. Ghost sees you at the debrief with your face covered again and a different pair of sunglasses. He pushes his previous thoughts out of his mind and focuses on his job.
When it’s back to business things are different. He notices your head is turned in his direction and he tilts to look right at you. Despite your covered face, you dart your head away. You must be staring.
He continues to test his theory, he quickly turns his head when he can tell your staring. He starts sneaking up behind you and starts to enjoy the stilted jolt that shoots across your body. He’s not one to toy with someone, especially a co-worker, but there’s an almost playful enjoyment he hasn’t felt in years. 
Ghost called you a burden before he was introduced to you. Now he realizes he’s quite fond of you. He hasn’t felt like that in a long time. He wants to test this bond between the two of you. He knows you will never make a move. So, it must be up to him.
Weeks later he realizes he has an opportunity.
Their mission is out in a desert. After a long day of recon the two of you are sitting outside on a bench drinking up as much water your bodies will take. It’s too dark to wear your sunglasses. Your gaiter is pulled down and his mask is pulled up to his nose.
He peeks in your direction and can tell you're watching him. This is the first time he’s shown you part of his face. You are really staring at him and he ignores it. He’s feeling cheeky and even lets some water spill from his lips. He feels it drip down the column of his throat. He would give anything to see your reaction.
When he pulls the bottle away from his lips, his eyes move to scan your face. Like always, you dart your gaze away from him and look down at your feet. He smirks as he reaches and gently holds your jaw. Your eyes open wide and you try to pull away from his grasp.
He stops you by holding your chin a bit tighter. Not too tight, he doesn’t want to scare you away. When you finally seem to relax, he pulls you to look directly at him.
“Eyes on me, Sunshine.” He looks down into your wide eyes. He sees your throat bob as you swallow and your cheeks get pink.
“Yes, sir.”
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l-michalska-writer · 11 months
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Last words prompts
I know you loved me.
You can let me go now.
I'm ready to meet the stars.
I always loved you.
It doesn't hurt anymore.
Avenge me.
I never told you, but I was falling in love.
It hurts so much...
I can't hold onto much longer...
I'm not ready, I don't want to go.
Tell him I loved him.
I regret nothing.
I wouldn't change anything.
I would make everything differently, you know?
We didn't stand a chance either way...
Tell him it wasn't his fault.
We could be great together.
Tell her I knew.
Save my family.
Tell him I knew he loved me.
I wanted to have kids with you...
I hope I won't be the last one you'll ever love.
Promise me, you'll be happy. Don't be bitter and lonely. Promise me, you'll have a family.
Someone had to sacrifice yourself... I'm glad it didn't have to be you.
It's not your fault.
I'll wait for you on the other side, I promise.
I wanted to marry you....
Tell him I don't regret anything.
Say goodbye to my mom from me.
Can you forgive me?
I wanted to watch them grow up...
Can you stay with me?
Please, tell my mom I died peacefully.
Tell him it's not his fault.
I loved you.
Don't you let my death be for nothing.
I wouldn't make it either way.
At least I died defending my loved ones.
Don't let them win.
I don't want my death to be for nothing. Make my sacrifice mean something, please.
I wish we had more time together.
I'm not gonna make it home, do I?
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belatedbday69 · 1 year
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more otp dialogue prompts <3
as a follow up to this post
1. “Okay, maybe I have a crush on you! So what?” 
2. “It’s not like this with them.”
3. “Tell me to leave and I’ll never bother you again.”
4. “This doesn’t change anything between us.”
5.  “Just take me home.”
6. “I appreciate the effort but this is all wrong.” 
7. “I don’t want anyone else.”
8. “What could you possibly be this stressed about?” 
9. “You haven’t changed at all.” 
10. “I never want to be without you again.”  
11. “You tricked me.”
12. “You can’t tell anyone. Seriously. Even them.”
13. "You want me, don't you?"
14. “If you do that one more time I don’t think I’ll be able to control myself.” 
15. “I can’t believe you remembered.” 
16. “You won’t believe me.” “Try me.” 
17. “I don’t want to have this conversation again.”
18. “You shouldn’t be here.” 
19. “I think about you all the time.”
20. “Why do you insist on misunderstanding me?”
21. “Then take me with you.”
22. “I think I missed you more than you missed me.” 
23. “I thought I’d lost you.”
24. “Don’t say that to me. That’s not fair.”
25. “Well, since you asked nicely...Sure."
26. “You used to have feelings for me. Admit it.”
27. “So you don’t regret it at all?” 
28. “I’m not ready to let you go.” 
29. “Don’t lie to me. I was there.” 
30. “Leave me alone.” “Is that really what you want?” 
31. “I’ll be there as soon as possible.” 
32. "I can't hide it anymore. I have to tell you how I feel."
33. “I don’t want them. I want you.”
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hawksredfeather · 6 months
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✧・゚  Prompt List ・゚✧
Open to suggestions!
Smut list - 01 - "I'm gonna put that mouth of yours to good use." - 02 - "Keep your hands away or I'll fucking tie them behind your back." - 03 - "So good for me... look how much you came." - 04 - "Please, cum inside me, I wanna be filled." - 04 ½ - "Let me come in you, please. I wanna fill you up." - 05 - "You wanted this. You can take it." - 06 - "Keep your eyes on me." - 07 - "Swallow." - 08 - "Open your mouth for me." - 09 - "Look at the mess you're making." - 10 - "Suck on it. Come on." - 11 - "Such a good little pup, aren't you?" - 12 - "You'll get to cum when I decide it." - 13 - "Let me mark you. Show everyone who you belong to." - 14 - "I-It's too much-" "You're doing so good for me." - 15 - "Look at yourself, all fucked out. Pathetic." - 16 - "Look at what you do to me." - 17 - "I'll take you just like I deserve." - 17 ½ - "Please take me. Take all of me." - 18 - "No one could make you feel as good as I do." - 19 - "You talk too much. We need to put that mouth to use for something better." - 20 - "Beg for it." - 21 - "What, your [partner]? No, they don't need to know about this. You can keep a secret, can't you?" - 22 - "I bet I don't even have to touch you to have you cum." - 23 - "Is that gonna fit?" "I'll make it fit." - 24 - "Use your words, sweetheart." - 25 - "Doesn't that feel so good, baby?" - 26 - "I'll make you forget all about him/her/them." - 27 - "This cock ain't going to suck itself." - 28 - "This is why I get off to you every night by myself." - 29 - "Looks like someone missed me." - 30 - "Hurry your ass up and sit on my fucking face." - 31 - 'Keep your eyes on me." - 32 - "Is this what you wanted, angel?" - 33 - "What's the matter? Can't form a sentence?" - 34 - "Use your words." - 35 - "Don't stop even if I beg you to." - 36 - "You have no idea how much I think of this." - 37 - "You've never looked prettier than with my cum on your face." - 38 - "Look at you... you think you're in control." - 39 - "So desperate for me. Sad." - 40 - "Get on your knees before I force you down myself."
Fluff list - 01 - "I'm not leaving you. Ever." - 02 - "We're not just dating, we're married." - 03 - "Just breathe with me, okay?" "Okay." - 04 - "Can I kiss you?" - 05 - "Five more minutes please, I don't wanna leave you." - 06 - "I realized why I couldn't stand you; I can't stop loving you and it's making me crazy." - 07 - "Get some rest, you work too hard." - 08 - "You deserve the world." - 09 - "Your hair is soft." - 10 - "You're safe here with me." - 11 - "It's you. It's always going to be you." - 12 - "You're not like them. You're better, you always have been and you always will be." - 13 - "Marry me." - 14 - "How about we face it together?" - 15 - "Whatever happens; I'll be here." - 16 - "Why?" "Because I love you." - 17 - "I just don't want you getting hurt." - 18 - "I have something to do!" "Blow them off and stay here with me all day." - 19 - "Oh, so you're jealous?" "I'm not jealous!" - 20 - "Oh, so you're jealous?" "Yeah, obviously." - 21 - "Dance with me?" - 22 - "You're my home." - 23 - "When I'm with you, everything else goes away." - 24 - "You made me not afraid of love." - 25 - "Thank you." "For what?" "Just thank you." - 26 - "I just need to know that you're safe." - 27 - "I can't stay away from you, I tried but I can't." - 28 - "Wanna get drunk together?" - 29 - "Is this a date?" - 30 - "Are those my clothes?" - 31 - "You're the reason I keep going." - 32 - "They don't deserve you." - 33 - "You're worth the wait." - 34 - "It's us against the world." - 35 - "Eyes up here, idiot." - 36 - "I'm yours. I'll always be yours." - 37 - "Time will take care of it." - 38 - "Are you hurt?!" - 39 - "We'll fix things. We always do." - 40 - "One more kiss."
Angst list - 01 - "I'm sorry. I'll never be good enough for you." - 02 - "You deserve to be taken care of in a way I could never." - 03 - "What changed?" "I don't feel the same way I did anymore." - 04 - "I don't feel the same way for you as you do for me." - 05 - "I cheated on you." - 06 - "I think this ― us ― was a mistake." - 07 - "It's just a one-time thing." - 08 - "Please don't go." - 09 - "I'm too scared to die, not yet, please." - 10 - "I love you, and that's why I'm letting you go." - 11 - "Oh my god.. You love somebody else." - 12 - "It probably doesn't mean anything to you, but I love you." - 13 - "I can be there when you need me!" "But I did, and you weren't." - 14 - "Leave." - 15 - "I can't forgive you." - 16 - "Don't make me choose." - 16 ½ - "I'll pick them every time. And I can't have you hate me for it." - 17 - "I don't have a choice." - 18 - "Why does this sound like goodbye?" "Because it is." - 19 - "You said forever." - 20 - "How long have you been lying to me?" - 21 - "Did you ever love me?" - 22 - "Do you feel loved by me?" - 23 - "Why do you keep me a secret? Why are we hiding?" - 23 ½ - "Are you embarrassed of me?" - 24 - "One last time. Please." - 25 - "Are you afraid of me?" - 26 - "You know we can't keep doing this." "Doing what?" "Running away from the issue." - 27 - "Was I not enough for you?" - 28 - "You don't remember me?" - 29 - "You don't get to call me that anymore." - 30 - "It wasn't supposed to end like this." - 31 - "Is that all I mean to you?" - 32 - "So what you're saying is, I'm not worth it?" - 33 - "Will it ever stop hurting?" "No. You just gotta make room for it." - 34 - "It's better this way." - 35 - "I get it. You can leave. It's what they all do anyway." - 36 - "You're just like the others." - 37 - "You don't mean that." "I do." - 38 - "But why would you do it to me?" - 39 - "So this is the end?" - 40 - "After everything, this is all you can come up with?"
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raiurune · 2 years
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50 more or less fluffy/romantic prompt sentences & dialogue ideas
🌺 Feel free to use this prompt list however you like if you're interested! But please tag/ credit me or reblog this post, i would love to see what you creatout of one (or more) of these prompts! And of course im going to reblog your creation as well <3
🌺 You can also use these prompts or from the other list i will post in the future if you want to request a Reader x One shot from me! (Please keep the rules in mind)
🌺 Have fun!
“You are way to cute.”
“I like it when your face is all red.”
“You're shivering... do you want my pullover/Hoodie/Jacket?”
“Can I hold your hand?”
“I had a really bad day.” “Oh... is there something I can do to make your day better?” “Yeah. Lets cuddle.”
“You're purring like a cat”
“I'm sorry.” “For what?” “For loving you.”
“I'm not ready to give up, not yet.”
“Stop looking at me like that or I'm gonna kiss you.”
“I'm pretty sure about my feelings.”
“Shit, you- you are beautiful.”
“I know this will sound very cliche but... how about we cuddle for warmth?”
“You don't need to be shy. If you want to touch me than do it.”
“Stop running away from your feelings.”
“But... I never kissed somebody before.” “...I can show you how it works.”
“Prove it.”
“Ten times. You can kiss me ten times and not one time more.”
“Its a three step-plan. First I'm gonna hold your hand, then I'm gonna kiss you and the last step is... making love to you.”
“I'm patient. I can wait for you.”
“I loved you since I can think, and I will continue to love you till the last time I will be able to think.”
“Fuck it, I love you!”
“We are not friends any more, are we?” “No. We aren't. But... i think we are more.”
“...Did you just kiss me?” “Yup.”
“Stop doing this to me!” “Huh? I'm not doing anything?!” “Stop lying! You're making me all fuzzy inside!”
“Can I just keep you?” “It doesn't work that way.”
“Your hair looks soft.”
“By the way...” “Hm?” “I'm gonna kiss you now. If you don't want to, just punch me.”
“Wait- are you making a hickey!?”
“Is this... a hickey?” “Oh- uhm, its just a bug bite...?”
“I'm gonna kick his/her ass If he isn't confessing to you soon.” “Please don't.”
“I don't want some random person. I want you.”
“If I followed you home, would you keep me?” “... We are living together.”
“Are you religious? Because you are the answer to all my prayers.” “Did you- Did you just use a pick up line on me?” “Yes. Did it work?”
“Lets go on a date.”
“I wanna cook for you, everyday till the end of our time.”
“Give me a chance.” “A chance for what?” “A chance to prove you that I can make you happy.”
“Phew, its really warm in here.” “Nah, you're just to hot for this room.”
“I freaking love you!” “...You're drunk.” “I knooow!”
“I hate you!” “Wrong. You love me.”
“Oh. Its suprisingly nice to hug you.”
“I never really understood all the talk about love, but I think I start to understand it now.”
“Loving you is like drinking Coffee with sugar. Bittersweet and yet addicting.”
“You're to cute to share. I think I'm going to kidnap you.”
“I'm cold... can you warm me up?”
“Everytime I touch you, it feels like a personal challenge to stop again.”
“Once you agree to date me there is no backing down, capiche?”
“I've got no time for dating... but I think I can make an exception for you. Just for you.”
“I'll marry you right on the spot if I could.” “...We're not even together.”
“That's dangerous... You could die.” “If I die, I die with you, hopefully many years apart from now.” “Promise?”
“Hey.” “Mh?” “Lets go on a date.”
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strayfics · 1 year
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FRIENDS TO LOVERS WLW PROMPTS
Prompts between two girl friends that can feel so intimate that you might be only a breath away from becoming girlfriends.
Coming out, discussing questions and concerns about your sexuality, trying not to confess
A long, close hug where you can clearly feel the outline of her body against yours
Having a sleepover, sleeping in the same bed, cuddling
Comforting each other crying, brushing away teardrops with your fingers, trying not to kiss all of them away instead
Giving compliments, making the other blush, teasing with double meanings
Casual touches when one is naturally touchy and the other is touch starved
Taking a bath or a shower together
Getting drenched in the rain, helping each other out of sticky wet clothes, toweling each other dry
Choosing outfits for an occasion together and changing in front of each other, staring but trying not to make it obvious
Buying underwear together, trying to keep the intrusive images at bay
Doing each other’s hair, light tugs and pulls, light touches brushing against the skin of your neck, trying not to let out a noise or a tremble
Making each other’s makeup, trying not to stare too much and willing your hands not to tremble when touching each other
Getting matching items / giving a gift, and trying to keep the possessive thoughts at bay when seeing the other wear it
Feeding each other from hand to mouth, lips and tongue touching fingers
Indirect kiss: sharing food, a cup, a bottle, trying not to overthink too much
Taking pictures of each other, marveling at each other’s beauty and charms
Sitting in each other’s lap
Holding hands, playing with each other’s fingers
Tickle fights that end up with you two on top of each other, looking into each other’s eyes, limbs tangled, faces red, breaths heavy
Dancing or singing along to a love song, the lyrics resonating a bit too much to ignore
Playing the pocky game
Arguing because one of you was so worried and immediately making up because you can’t stand to see the other upset
Sharing a first kiss together because one of you (or both of you) feel inexperienced and want to try with a comfortable friend first
Sharing a first time together because one of you (or both of you) feel inexperienced and want to try with a comfortable friend first
Send your own ideas!!
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hayatheauthor · 4 months
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Arab/Desi Writing Prompts Part 5
Hear me out-
We've all seen those soulmate tattoo writing prompts where their soulmate's name appears as a tattoo on their wrist/they have a matching symbol tattoo on their wrist.
BUT what if this was Desi?
We already have a huge tradition about hiding your partner's name in your mehndi and they have to find it before the night ends. So what if we combined this tradition with the soulmate trope?
Even better- what if it was enemies to lovers? Scenario inspo:
The once joyful female protagonist stares at her wrist in horror as she realises the name forming in her mehndi pattern was that of her enemy.
She feels horrified and knows she has to hide her hand for the rest of the night, because if he sees it, they're bound for life (this also stems from our actual tradition, which states you're meant to be together if he finds his name).
The night is almost over and she is convinced she can leave the function hall and forget all about the name on her wrist, but suddenly someone catches her wrist, tugging on it and pulling her along with them.
She's ready to scream out and protest, but that's before she realises her assailant is none other than her enemy. Who is staring at his name with wide eyes.
A mere stare from him makes his name darker than the rest of her mehndi, sealing their fate.
(Protagonist name) was now bound to spend the rest of her life with (antagonist). The very man she was sworn to kill.
Extra points:
His name could be written in Hindi/Urdu depending on your characters' ethnicities.
You can also do this with Arab characters, but instead of mehndi you'd have to use henna, which is what they call mehndi.
You don't have to follow the 'plot' I created above. Maybe she finds out the name is of someone who is supposed to be dead. Maybe she thought the name would be her bf's but it's actually his brother's/best friend's/her ex.
Maybe it's HER best friend. Sapphic writing prompt 👀
You could either have the mehndi manifest on their hands at a certain age or have it happen at a certain date.
Prompt Masterlist
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soft prompts for one-sided pining
staring at them for a long time
observing their little details 
having their every little thing memorised 
treasuring every little moment with them
and when your eyes meet it might be just a normal thing to them but to you it means the whole world
accidental touches that make your day
going out of your way to be near them
“hey, i didn’t know you’re into sports,” you friends say as you enrol your name in the sports club where you know he’s going to be there but you spend hours in room alone with no physical activity all day long 
digging in their interests so that you have common topics to talk about
when you see something’s bothering them, secretly trying to make it solve
taking care of them in the shadows
knowing that they would never love you back and yet not stopping to pour out your love for them
because their smiles make your day
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selineram3421 · 1 year
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HC 12 where Alastor got into a fight with Vox, who managed to get wires around his throat and microphone, breaking his ways to talk. Reader finds out and helps make sure he isn't bored while recovering? (Plus some assurances about not being weak despite the temporary loss)
Ok, I hope you don't mind me using this as the next part of the Dream demon reader stories. Nightmare
HC 12: "Can you talk?"
Radio Silence
Platonic: Alastor & Reader Oneshot
Wanring! ⚠
⚠ blood, descriptive injuries, cussing, Jeffery Dahmer mention ⚠
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"Good evening! I'm Katie Killjoy.", a blonde skinny demon introduces herself as soon as the cameras start rolling, now on air.
"And I'm Tom Trench!", a smaller demon with a gas mask says. "A brawl between two overlords has occurred at the T.V. studio. The Radio Demon Alastor and one of the Three V's, Vox!"
Pictures appear on the screen of the mentioned demons. A glitched out picture of Alastor and a clear high definition one for Vox.
Katie's smile widens. "That's right! These two overlords have had it out for each other since their first meeting! Getting into multiple battles!", she says and grabs her cup of coffee.
Tom flinches as the cup moves. "Haha!", he laughs nervously and pulls on the collar of his shirt. "They've been fighting for over a few hours now. Tearing up the streets and causing chaos!"
Footage of the fight is shown on screen, there's debris and bodies littering the ground. The two overlords are ways away but still visible for the viewers. There's tendrils and wires destroying everything in its way.
"No one knows what the reason for this fight was, but who cares!? We're getting views!", Katie says.
Something is flung towards the camera and the feed goes out, turning the screen into static.
"Looks like we'll have to check in later with our copter camera!", Tom declares.
"Up next, It's Dahm Good with Jeffery! Showing us what body parts will give you the proper nutrients!", Katie shoves Tom to the side, sending him flying. "All that and more after the break!", she finishes, throwing her mug at Tom.
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"You tacky piece of shit!", Alastor growls, using a tendril to hurl a large piece of debris at Vox.
Earlier, before the fight had started, the red dressed demon had begun breaking the studio building and wanted to do it live. So he summoned his cane, placing it just behind him to broadcast and possibly record for you to listen later. However Vox quickly put a stop to that by summoning up wires to toss whatever he could to injure his rival, breaking the microphone in the process.
"Tacky!?", Vox shouts offended, barely dodging the piece of cement. "At least I don't look like something in a antique store!"
"Antiques are treasured.", he hisses, opening up a portal behind the t.v. demon. "Not like some shitty television that can be tossed out."
Alastor's smile widens as a tendril comes up and latches on his rival's arm from the portal, yanking him back.
Vox's screen cracks on the ground, a corner breaking off completely.
Music to the Radio Demon's ears as the arm twists, breaking in half revealing wires, metal, and sparks.
"Two can play that game!", Vox shouts, sending wires to shoot towards Alastor.
He's able to dodge most of them, but a small one manages to wrap around his neck, tightening as it sends a surge of electricity.
The T.V. demon's screen flickers. Vox scowls as he feels himself start to shut down.
With one last effort, he has the wire around his rival's neck send another shock, worse than the one before.
Blood gushes out of Alastor's mouth. He chuckles, his voice distorted with heavy radio static as he disappears through the shadows.
Leaving Vox lying on the ground with a cracked screen and a twisted arm.
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You were sitting at the bar after waking up from a long nap, sipping the drink you had with a silly straw and kicking your feet like a kid. Husk had a little t.v. at the corner of the bar, made to stay out of Vox's range.
"Ah fuck.", the cat demon grumbles as the news takes over his show.
"We are back to take a look at the Overlord battle! It seems like it finished not too long ago! The Radio Demon is nowhere to be seen but Vox is still in the area.", the skinny blonde says with a sickeningly wide smile. "We'll get more details soon! Our next story-!"
Husk changes the channel with a huff. "Annoying bitch.", he grumbles.
"Fight? Since when?", you ask and look at Husk confused.
"Don't look at me, I don't know shit.", he says and opens a bottle of booze.
Feeling worried, you decide to pay a visit to Alastor's radio tower in the colony.
"Alastor?", you call out once entering the building, walking up the stairs to get to his recording room.
After looking around, you find that its empty and take a moment to think of where else your friend could be.
The basement?
With a shrug, you start going down stairs and go through the back door that leads to the hallway. You hear a familiar sound and go down the hall, opening the basement door. Making your way down some more stairs and over to the sounds of crackling static.
"Al?", you call out.
There's a flash of red to your left. Looking over, you see Alastor holding his neck and kneeling on the floor, almost gasping for breath.
"Oh shit, Al!", you run over and slide on your knees to get to him. "What happened?", you ask now in front of him.
There's blood dripping from his mouth, his eyes still radio dials.
"Can you talk?", you ask, carefully placing your hand on his cheek to wipe away some blood splatter.
He tries to speak, but grumbling static cuts through and he coughs up blood.
You quickly shush him. "Let's get you cleaned up."
Dragging a tall cannibalistic demon to his room was not what you had planned today but you could make an acception. His eyes slowly go back to normal, now looking exhausted.
"Upsy-daisy", you say as you lift him up a bit and place him on the couch.
Al? Can you hear me? You ask, trying to talk in the head space.
Its mostly for long distance communication but it works well for any situation, something you both agreed upon when going over the details of the deal.
He doesn't respond, instead turning his head away from you. You feel him block you out, very much like closing the door in your face.
"Fine, you don't have to talk that way. How about your microphone, hm? I'm sure he'll speak to me.", you ask, placing your hands on your hips.
Alastor cringes, his smile forced. With a wave of his hand, the microphone appears.
In half.
"......", you're in shock like surprised pikachu as you hold the poor broken cane. "What the fuck!? How-! Wha-", you look down at Mic's closed eye and back at Alastor.
He still won't look at you.
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You've been taking care of him for a while now.
Making him food easy to eat, taking over most of the weird chores, and playing music in the recording room to make it seem like all was fine.
Fixing Mic was a little tricky but you got it after a good two weeks. The cane soon took the radio broadcasting from your hands.
Alastor...was still upset, he hadn't tried to speak to you through your shared mind link or Mic.
You were done and you were going to kick that damn "door" down. Sitting down across from him at the end of his bed, you cross your arms and look right at him laying in bed.
Friendship therapy bitch! You broke down the door.
He turned his head to look at you in surprise, as if he didn't think you'd be able to do that.
I've spent years disassociating in my head, it should not be a surprise. You wear a straight face.
Get out. He sighs and looks away.
No, you need to talk to me and I'm not leaving until you do. You frown.
I have nothing to tell you. He furrows his brows.
Bullshit. You huff.
What do you want me to say? Alastor turns to look at you. I failed to get rid of that scum? That I couldn't rip him to shreds because losing my voice was worse than anything else? That I'm too weak because of backing out for that reason!?
"You are not weak.", you say out loud. "Your voice is part of your power and its completely understandable why you left."
He rolls his eyes and looks away from you again.
Your frown deepens. "Vox hasn't made any appearances since that fight."
Alastor perks up at that, looking at you with interest.
"Oh, now you listen?", you let a smile slip. "He hasn't shown up in any talk show's, at clubs..", you begin to laugh and cover your mouth.
He starts to smile genuinely.
"When 666 news asked for an interview, you could easily tell it was a prerecorded voice to answer questions...pfft! You could hear Velvette and Valentino fighting over which buttons were the right ones to press! Hahahaha!", you laugh loudly, not being able to contain it for much longer.
His shoulders shake as he silently laughs along with you.
Thank you.
"No problem.", you say after finishing your last fit of giggles. "Just remember that I will kick that door down again if you don't talk to me when you clearly need to."
Noted.
Your friend could be an idiot sometimes, but you're an idiot too. So, whatever.
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The title is perfect✨ Mwuah💋
~Seline, the person.
From the prompt-list: ✨here✨
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An extra bit that's not in the story, just for fun:
Warning: suggestive
"So you're like his nurse?", Angel asks with a raised brow.
You were currently making soup, the easiest thing Alastor could eat with how badly his throat is damaged.
"Does that mean you wear the skimpy nurse outfit and do check ups?", the spider demon winks at the last part.
"Angel!", you gasp out, face flushed. "No! Bad!", you scold and whack him with a spoon.
"Ow! Hey!", he flinches away.
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streets-crimes · 1 year
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☯︎ Hurt/Comfort Prompts ☯︎
[feel free to use & reblog]
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- dialogue -
☯︎ “I love you.”
☯︎ “don’t let go”
☯︎ “I can’t lose you.”
☯︎ “how’d you find me?”
☯︎ “I got you, don’t worry”
☯︎ “I’ll always wait for you”
☯︎ “I have to keep you safe”
☯︎ “I knew you’d come for me”
☯︎ “I’ll take care of it, don’t worry”
☯︎ “just- just hold me for a second”
☯︎ “I thought I’d never see you again”
☯︎ “I know it hurts, we’re almost done”
☯︎ “you’re the most important thing to me”
☯︎ “I trust you more than anyone in the world”
☯︎ “you don’t understand, I will do anything to protect you”
- actions -
☯︎ character A washing character B’s wounds tenderly after a fight
☯︎ character A clinging to character B in the aftermath of a serious event
☯︎ character A cooking character B’s favorite meal after a tough day
☯︎ character B carrying character A out of a dangerous situation
☯︎ character B yelling character A’s name while they’re hurt
☯︎ character B mending character A’s clothes after they get torn
☯︎ sharing a kiss after not seeing each other for a long period of time
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oleworldblues · 1 year
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Maybe the reader is drunk and compares hands with soap and ghost and then cuddles and says how much they love them. But the boys think the reader forgets but they remember everything and try to act normal about it.
Oh god, I am so sorry. The angst just kind of pulled me under with this one. If this isn't at all what you had in mind, anon, let me know. Again, sorry.
Ghost X Soap X GN!Reader Rating: Teen Warnings: Alcohol, Canon-typical Violence, ANGST (sorry) Words: 1.8k
You were shell shocked, shaken, or in other words: a disaster. Ghost and Soap had to drag you to the safehouse, away from your mistake.
“Sometimes actions have consequences,” Ghost said before. It was Al-Mazrah when they failed to capture Hassan. That was him teaching Soap a lesson: making the wrong call that time meant losing a target.
This time you made the wrong call, you thought protecting the civilians would lead to less casualties. If you pursued the target, innocent would be left vulnerable. Instead, because of your presence, they became a target. 
“It happened,” Ghost grabs your shoulder and shakes some sense into you. “Don’t let it happen again.” His voice is rough, but there is something borderline compassionate too. He's made a mistake like this before.
It will No matter who you save or the thanks you get, the sounds of innocents dying by your call will always echo in your ear. You’re staring into his endless gaze until he shakes you again.
“Copy?”
“Hard copy, L.t,” you reply. Your voice is shaky, but you can begin to stand on your own two feet. Soap guides you to the bathroom.
“Evac will be here in 12 hours. Clean yerself up, mate,” he says before leaving you alone.
There is only cold water, but it wakes you from your delirium. You’re grateful that the mirror is broken. You can only see fragments of how awful you must look right now. You taste sand between your teeth and feel it in every crevice of your body. You douse yourself with cold water to feel a semblance of being clean. 
You leave the bathroom and see the two of them standing close to each other in the kitchen. It’s one of the more intimate moments you have witnessed, even though they are hardly touching. Soap quickly steps away from Ghost. You wave it off, you do not care that they are together.
In fact, you are insanely jealous. You want what they have: another person that wholeheartedly understands you and what this job does to you. You’ve tried to make things work before. Acting on a meet-cute while on leave. One-night stands that lead to morning conversations. Anything for a personal connection.
No matter what, they end in heartbreak. The danger, stress, secrecy, and more could tear apart even the strongest of bonds. You only see fleeting moments of what Soap and Ghost share. Most nights it makes your heart ache; on your worst nights you become green with envy.
You move to what used to be a living room. You give them space and yourself time to wallow in self-doubt. You plop down on the couch and hang your head.
Then the cushions shift and you realize Soap is sitting next to you. Before you can scoot to the side, Ghost flanks you and sits on the other. You’re sandwiched between them. When you try to stand, Ghost sits you back down and hands you a glass.
“The last people here had some sense,” remarks Ghost. He lifts up an almost full bottle of liquor. Something dark amber.
“It’s cheap shite, but it’ll get the job done,” says Soap before raising his glass.
“Cheers to that, mate.” Ghost raises his too. You follow and together all of you take a drink.
********
You welcome feeling numb. It’s not helpful in the long run, but it’s what you need right now. A drink or two in and you feel tipsy. You’re smiling and laughing, you do not care that this feeling is fleeting and hollow.
Ghost gets off the couch to grab some MREs to put together some kind of meal. You lean against Soap to give Ghost room to stand. Soap puts his hand on your leg to steady you. It’s warm, it almost feels searing because of your feelings.
Without thinking you grab Soap’s wrist. He flinches but doesn’t pull back. You hold up his hand and place your palm against his. His fingers are rough with callouses because he wears fingerless gloves. You’re entranced with this man. Somehow after everything he’s seen he can still see the best in people.
When Ghost came back he didn’t stop you. Soap didn’t pull away either.
“You should eat,” Ghost suggests. Moments later you let go and silently dig into the meager meal. The air seems tense, but Soap tries to console you as you attempt to keep food down. The booze is helping, the burn from that liquor covers the taste of whatever passes for food in one of these.
They are indulging your foolishness. You’re a sloppy drunk desperate for a connection, so they are humoring you. That’s all this is. You can’t read into it.
But knowing that doesn’t stop you.
You feel safe. You let yourself go. Tears swell in your eyes and you have a good, messy cry. You can hardly breathe and there is probably snot running down your nose. They both don’t leave your side. You feel safe. It’s a moment you desperately need and you know it will never leave this safehouse. 
Soap pats your back while Ghost seems to be actively avoiding touching you. 
“It’s ok—”
“Give ‘em time, Johnny.”
When this moment replays in your head, you wonder if either of them had or needed to have a moment like this. After your sobs taper off you feel a bit better. The pain and guilt here given time to boil over and dissipate.
You will still be haunted by this day. There will be times you lay awake at night remembering those screams. You will never ben the same after this. But, you were given time and space to grieve.
For that you will be forever grateful. That's not something most soldiers have.
You are snapped out of your thoughts when Soap wipes the tears off your cheeks. He's too touching, too kind. It must have been how he got Ghost to open up. He probably beat against him like a wave pummels a rocky shore.
Ghost is understanding, albeit in a much different way. Soap seems to have a need to fill the silence with soothing words or conversation. Ghost has an instinct when moments need quiet contemplation. In public, where there relationship is tightly held secret, sometimes Soap will be bouncing off the walls until Ghost places a hand on his thigh. It's a miniscule gesture that calms the man instantly.
They compliment each other.
You get choked up thinking about how you'll never find your other half. You flinch when Soap pulls you against his chest. He's so warm against your back and it makes your face feel even hotter.
You look up startled at Ghost. You are terrified he's going to kill you on the spot. Instead he only has an imperviable look in his eyes. He's not mad. God, he's maybe even approving.
Are you such a mess that he's allowing you this kindness? Do you need to be completely broken for him to give you a shred of kindness?
Since Ghost seems like he's not going to murder you on sight you sink into Soap's arms. You being to tremble. His kindness is threatening to drown you. Soap mistakes it as you beginning to cry again so he squeezes tighter.
Then you feel it: a pressure on your thigh. Soap's arms are still around you, so it couldn't be him. It must be—
You open your eyes and see Ghost's hand on your thigh. Somehow that simple touch is more overwhelming, more searing that the entirety of Soap's embrace.
It's too much. You're getting too comfortable between these two men. It's getting too easy to picture something like this outside of this safehouse. You're starting to imagine impossible fanstasies where you could be a part of the magic these two men share.
You rip Soap's arms off of you and lean forward to pour yourself another drink. You down it and nearly choke as your throat burns. Your inhibitions are long gone. The regret and pain come out front and center. 
“I love you both so much.” It bursts out of your throat, rough and desperate.
“Aye. There, there—”
“I hate you too!” you blurt out. “For so long, I’ve been watching. I can’t stand it most days! So fucking lucky." you sob as you clutch the sides of your face, glass still in one hand.
“We know, mate,” replies Ghost.
“No one will ever love me. Will they?” Ghost tries to pry the glass out of your fingers. You throw back the rest of your drink before Soap or Ghost can stop you. You hardly remember the rest of the night.
You barely remember needing to be dragged to a shitty cot in another room. Your arms are slung over each of their shoulders.
“Simon, What do we do?”
“They’re piss drunk, Johnny. They won’t remember a thing in the morning.”
“Yeah, but. What if—”
"Then we'll deal with it."
********
Your eyes sting as light bleeds in through a crack in a window. When you open them your head throbs. Why are you asleep on a cot? Where are you? You groan loudly.
“Someone’s awake, Johnny.” That voice, it’s Ghost.
“Up and at’em, sunshine!” That’s Soap. He’s so loud, you want to beat his head in. Soap helps you up and you see Ghost in the other room communicating about the LZ for the evac. 
On your way to the bathroom, you kick a bottle with your feet. You bend down to pick it up and realize it’s a whiskey bottle. You press your other hand against your temple and remember getting shitfaced last night.
“Is something the matter, sergeant?” Soap is worried. The night flashes before your eyes. The drinking, touching, crying, and fuck the confession. You try to suppress your panicked breathing. You confessed way too much, to both of them. How are you supposed to look them in the eyes?
“They won’t remember a thing in the morning.”
It’s better if you act like nothing happened. You don’t want to risk ruining your friendship with these men.
“Fuck, we were drinking?” You laugh it off and toss the bottle into the trash. “I should have warned you I can’t handle my liquor,” Soap relaxes. Good, it’s better if they move on too.  For the trip back you try not to notice that Soap’s hands linger on your shoulders longer than they used to. Ghost checks in on you a bit more. It’s probably because you are hungover. They might not even remember what you said either.
After the debrief, Price asks you to stay behind. Ghost clears the room quickly. Soap lingers by the door until Price shoos him and Ghost drags him away.
“I heard you took the incident pretty hard.” Price leans against his desk and crosses his arms. “Let me know if you ever need to talk about it.”
“It’s ok, captain.” You smile to yourself. “I have two amazing friends that helped me.” Price nods in understanding. Friends. That is what they are and it’s what they will remain. It has to. You’re not going to let your feelings ruin what they have.
Even if it breaks your heart further in the process.
(A/N: I tried to leave it open ended. Soap still seemed pretty concerned didn't he? Eh? Eh? Maybe this isn't the end of the tale. You can give yourself a happy ending.)
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