#inspiring dialogue i guess

[caressthosecheekbones]

"Why are you so wet?" "Bro, I'm in love with you." Taylor furrowed his brows and tried to keep a sopping Nick from falling forward into his chest again. "What? That doesn't even make sense. Nicky, what the fuck?" Nick tried to open his eyes as the gravity of what he'd just said sank into the depth of his alcoholically challenged consciousness. "I -umm..." he held himself upright with both hands against Taylor's broad chest, his clouded gaze zeroing in on the beauty mark on the man's left tit, which peeked through the wide open gap of his half unbuttoned shirt. "thirsty." was all he had to say in his defence. Hoarsely. Taylor sighed, poking his cheek, "Okay, "Mate", let's get you some water." He chuckled. "Freak." With one arm slung around his friend's shoulders, they continued their slow journey down the wet side walk. After a few minutes of silence in which Nick tried to calculate the odds of Taylor not remembering his verbal malfunction the next day, he almost jumped at the quiet words that fit so well into the calm, dark night surrounding them. "I love you too, ok." Nick's broad smile, the toothy one, directed at his feet to avoid stumbling into another puddle, wouldn't leave his face for the next hour at least.

sorry, this is it... for now(?)

inpired by this post.

[me-writes-prompts]

-: "When are we really going to make things final?” Situationship prompts:-

(People who do these things, leave them. Right now. Lmao, tag me :)

By @me-writes-prompts

“Is this what we do now? Making out and then never talking about it? Great!”

“I thought you wanted more than this. More than what we have right now.”

“It’s like I’m the only one holding on to whatever we have going on, and it’s making me go crazy.”

“You never text me first, why?”

“I asked you if you wanted to go out on a date, but you never responded.”

“Look, I am literally head over heels for you, but here you are, indifferent to everything that I’m feeling.”

“I want to save us, why don’t you understand? Why won’t you try to hold on to us like I am?”

“Is this it? Is this what you wanted? 2 weeks of texting and flirting with me like it was nothing and then friend-zoning me?”

“I cannot believe you. I cannot believe how you are so not into me, but you act like you are.”

“You know what? I’m done with this. I’m done with you, I’m done with us. I can’t do it anymore.”

“That was bullshit back there, you looked at me like I hung the stars for you and now you’re saying that we can’t work out? My day couldn’t get any better.” :)

“Interesting, isn’t it? How you were blushing just from my words two days ago, and now? You don’t even smile at me when you look at me. It fucking hurts.”

[lunarin64art]

That feeling when he can't stand to see you that way, no matter what you do, no matter what you say😩😭💔

[akwardsilince]

Person A: "I'm not a child. I don't need a caretaker."

Person B: "I have heard you say, verbatim, 'ah, I forgot to sleep'. You're no child; you're worse."

[capn-twitchery]

twitch please mr fires just got blasted by the forbidden magic alphabet can you have some sympathy

(context: i haven't stopped thinking about this ingame thing still. what kind of fucking duo is this)

[lattuce]

shoutout to media with only one female character that’s just a vessel for a sexual assault and/or pregnancy plot line with very little or no characterization beyond that

[youchangedmedestiel]

I have 5 different fic ideas writing down in my phone memo. They all came to me in the space of a week.

I think I'm cursed with ideas and no time to explore them.

[sailing-through-hawkins]

of strangers and chasers

✧ written for 'charm' ✧ word count: 548 ✧ rated: T ✧ cw: none ✧ tags: cowboy au, wandering newcomers stobin ✧ @steddiemicrofic ⁠(⁠*⁠˘⁠︶⁠˘⁠*⁠)⁠.⁠｡⁠*✧

It's a crowded night at the saloon, but Steve enjoys the company.

He watches Robin laugh with the pretty redhead, Victoria ("But you can call me Vickie," she shyly said to Robin as she led her to a table), her nose scrunching up sweetly. They sit together in their own little world and he thinks, maybe this town is the one for them.

"Thought you said y'all weren't like that."

Steve turns to smile at the bartender and her amused expression. "We aren't," he says simply.

"That mean you free for the night, stranger?"

"'Fraid he's got plans, Abigail," a new voice says as a hand grasps Steve's shoulder. "Plans we should be gettin’ to, eh?”

Abigail rolls her eyes as Steve turns to face Eddie, going back to serving the other customers at the bar. Eddie still has his hat on, the material coated in sprinkles of leaves and thorns.

Steve has to hold back a laugh. “Had fun?”

“You tricked me.” Eddie squints, leaning into Steve’s space. “Why?”

Steve shrugs, hiding back a smirk. “Just wanted some time with the townsfolk, y’know, without any breathin’ goin’ down my neck.”

"Oh, I know. Been watchin' you charm the whole saloon at this point."

"Charm - I was just talking to them -"

"You don't just talk to people, darlin'," Eddie murmurs, pooling into Steve's space, crowding him against the wall. "You listen. You make these folks feel like they're the only person in the whole world, lookin' with those pretty eyes, smilin' that little smile. You don't do nothin', just be and tha's all they need to hope you'll take their hand tonight."

"Getting possessive there, Munson," Steve leans his head against the wall, letting the lowlight warm the stretch of his throat. Eddie's eyes flash dangerously but he doesn't move. "Anyone would think you had somethin' to claim here."

"Somethin'...someone," mutters Eddie as he stares down at Steve's neck.

Steve snickers as he pushes himself off the wall, smoothly pressing their chests together. He stares into Eddie's eyes with heavy lids, breathing in the air he exhales. They stand like that for a moment.

“Should keep you in the murkiest cell we got for that nasty trick you pulled,” Eddie says under his breath, eyes unblinking as they gaze through Steve. “For a week, maybe two.”

He smirks again, reaching up and picking a single, small rosebud that was stuck on the brim of Eddie’s hat, the thorns too small to prick through skin. He holds it up between them and says, “C’mon, deputy. Ain’t I good man deservin’ of another chance to prove my worth?”

Eddie stares at the rosebud as Steve settles it into the folds of his neckerchief, cheeks glowing pink under the dim lighting. “Prove your worth,” he manages to choke out a strained laugh. “It’ll take more than one night to do that, stranger.”

“Good thing I’ve got so much time then, huh?” Steve chuckles when Eddie’s eyes shoot up to stare at his in shock.

“Yer – stayin’? I thought –“

“We ain’t in a rush.” Steve pats Eddie’s neckerchief down. “Besides, you’re the one who wanted to lock me up. Or was that just hyperbole?”

“No sir,” Eddie fumbles. "I mean -"

Oh, Steve does enjoy the company indeed.

[maybeitsalivescribbles]

Random Hero x Villain prompts: stairs

(The game: this site gives me a random word and I turn it into H/V prompts. You’re welcome to play, to add your own or to use them to write a snippet, just tag me or something if you do.)

The word is: stairs

Villain’s evil lair is a tower. If an unwanted guest tries to climb the stairs, the steps disappear and the intruder glides down - or falls to their death.

Hero is trapped in Villain’s prison. Bound and blindfolded, all they can do is hear Villain’s steps getting closer and closer as they climb down the stairs.

Hero is trapped in Villain’s prison. Bound and blindfolded, all they can do is hear steps getting closer and closer as someone climb down the stairs. However, this time they hear their team's voices.

Hero has the power to conjure up stairs wherever they want. Sure, it’s not as impressive as flying or jumping very high, but it has its perks.

For Superhero, villains are not a problem. No, their real nemesis is the agency’s stairs, because they use a wheelchair or a cane.

“I will never join your side!” “Really? I’ll have you know we have accommodations for all kind of disabilities in our evil lair, including elevators. You’ll never have to use the stairs again.” “...I’m listening.”

A small hero/villain can finally look Superhero/Supervillain in the eye thanks to the stairs. Or they loom over them from the top for the first time, like a monarch from their throne.

Buddies with a big height difference can finally hug with their heads on the same level.

The oracle that has predicted a catastrophic event must be contacted ASAP. Unfortunately, Hero has hundreds of steps to climb before reaching their room.

Villain/Hero got injured during a fight. It’s up to their henchman/sidekick to carry them through the stairs.

Detective is infiltrating the evil lair and is hiding behind the steps, praying they won’t get caught.

Hero discovers that a so-called hero works with Villain, but the mole catches them snooping around. “Oops! Sorry Hero, I can’t let you get away now that you know.” Hero gets thrown off the stairs. Everyone thinks it’s an accident.

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[narwhalandchill]

every day i wake up have another fucking Realization about ajax and the shit he says and i just. Holds head in hands

WHAT DO YOU MEAN HE SAID THIS IN 1.1 WHAT DOES HE KNOWWWW

like childe Literally said skirk never elaborated on the narwhal thing to his face At All nvm explicitly bring up its origins as a cosmos traveling entity so its like. Either he lied (which would be funny as fuck im ngl) or Literally just . got the completely coincidental urge to call out the phrase "celestial voyager" at . his elemental attack recreation of the creature that just Happens to indeed be A celestial voyager . just Somehow. like how wildly convenient of you to identify that element specifically there with 100% accuracy ajax care to fucking Elaborate on the source of that inspiration there . Thanks xx

(i want this man dead irl)

[theprofessionalpromptmaker]

Person A: I wouldn’t have so many original characters if it weren’t for you! Person B: I’m sorry my creative dick is so fertile and keeps knocking you up with fictional children~ Person A: …Dude. Person B: …I’m sorry, I forgot we weren’t alone. Person C: -sipping their straw loudly- Person D: …And they were ‘co-writers’… Person C: Oh my god, they were co-writers.

[galactic-rhea]

Anyways, I think I'm going to write a follow up for that Leia & Vader oneshot, if I find the time and headspace 🤸‍♂️

[funnyincorrectmcu]

Andrew!Peter: Again we meet, Peter. Tom!Peter: This is true, Peter. Tobey!Peter: *raises an eyebrow*

[pettyprompts]

“Everyone I’ve ever loved like that has left scars on my body. I don’t know if it’s worth it.”

[girlonthelasttrain]

I defeated the elite four with a team that was at level 43 LMAO the power of knowing which moves do what... playing Gen I pokemon games is truly just having to check Bulbapedia for every little thing because the game is so coy about giving essential information to the player! like the game shows you a pokemon's stats numbers but doesn't outright tell you if a specific move is physical or special so you can't actually do much with the information provided by the stats. Unless you check Bulbapedia.

Gen I is really such a spartan, 90s portable game... even Gen II incorporated so many quality of life improvements in comparison, I remember playing Gold and feeling like I was living in luxury in comparison to Red and Blue

[too-young-to-fall-in-love]

Just Like Me

summary:

From the convenient timing to his inability to stop talking about Paris, talk of their relationship is inevitable. Still, the chasm between them remains. While Napoleon hopes to cross it, he knows he’s only good for making things worse.

Or, the ending events of Amor Magnus Doctor Est - Chapter Five, but from Napoleon’s perspective.

notes:

After reading Amor Magnus Doctor Est for the umpteenth time, I started thinking about how Napoleon would react to the events towards the end of chapter 5.

If you haven’t read the fic, PLEASE DO SO!! I PROMISE you will not regret it (although it may take over your entire life and influence your trip to Chicago, but that’s probably something that only happens to yours truly). However, you don’t have to read the original fic to understand this standalone.

excerpt:

The bitter cold runs its sharp tendrils up his spine and he can’t hold back a slight shiver. Even faced with Illya’s so-called inhuman warmth, it’s a force to be reckoned with. He knows he should move; that they either need to continue this walk or he needs to duck out. At the same time, nothing could convince him to move from this moment.

As if to root him to said moment, Illya’s arm wraps gently around his shoulders, pulling him minutely closer. He blames it on instinct, the way he immediately slides his arm behind Illya’s waist and leans closer. Illya is warm, he notes, his presence soothing and achingly familiar even if they’ve never shared a moment quite like this. He finds himself hoping it will last forever. A voice in his head is quick to retort that he doesn’t deserve it, though it sounds close enough to Victoria’s voice that he steadfastly ignores it.

“You really are warm, Peril,” he murmurs, blaming the sudden looseness of his tongue on the pitch blackness of the night sky and the way it seems to absorb his words, or perhaps the alcohol that really had no impact on him. He’s terrified, though, of the real reason: he feels safe here.

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inspired by Amor Magnus Doctor Est by @cha-melodius