70 Taunting Enemies Prompts

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in which: rin's not happy with your decision to sleep on the couch.

warnings: cliché lol, 1.1k, hurt/comfort, gn!reader, unedited + ooc!rin towards the end, a lot of metaphors but hey one cliché leads to another.

a/n: this is practice for me to a) get back into writing and b) remind u guys that i am still writing luls, enjoy!! reblogs r vv appreciated, but this quality is actually so ass.

“are you sure you want to sleep out here tonight?” rin’s voice asks from the hallway entrance, slight concern laced in his tone as he watches your backside set up on the couch, fidgeting with the pillows and blankets.

“yeah, i’m positive,” you answer, not turning around to look at him; something rin frowns at. 

“oh…” he mutters, leaning awkwardly on the wall as he scours his brain to try and find something to say. “really?”

“yes, really.”

“won’t you be uncomfortable?”

“i’ll be fine. it’s not that bad here.”

“if you’re sure.”

silence cuts the conversation with a cold knife, leaving the two of you in the suffocating quiet, one that stops rin from instigating further conversation despite how badly he wanted to continue. because if he shuts up then that means he has to leave, but he doesn’t want to leave you alone. he wants you to come to bed so the two of you can sleep peacefully together and not (what feels like) eons apart where he can’t hold you.

“are you going to go to bed? it’s getting late,” you ask, no hint of hostility at all in your tone as you shuffle under the covers, disappearing from rin’s view completely. 

he bites the inside of his cheek, disheartened at your eagerness to see him go. “oh, right. goodnight.”

he lingers for a second longer, waiting for a ‘goodnight’ back, or even better, an ‘i love you’, but neither comes and rin feels his chest contract. 

rin didn’t mean for the argument to escalate, he didn’t mean to sharpen his words and pierce you with them, he didn’t mean to hurt you to the point that you didn’t want to sleep beside him.

as he slowly makes his way to your shared bedroom, your absence on your side of the bed hits him even harder. it’s cold. it’s empty. it’s void. rin loathes it.

you’re not faring much better, replaying the argument in your head over and over again as the small, coffee table lamp illuminates the room with a warm yellow. each replay of the memory just twists the knife further and causes a new batch of tears to wet your eyes. 

you hate this. you hate feeling weary around rin, you hate feeling like you need to walk on egg shells around him from now on, you hate feeling like he doesn’t value you the same way you do with him, you hate these new revelations coming to your brain as you reflect on your relationship-

“you’re still awake?” a voice comes from the hallway.

leaning up onto your elbows, you blink in shock at the new figure making itself known. thanks to the lamp, you can see rin from where he stands, and you can see the confusion in his eyes.

“uh… yeah,” you say.

“why are you still up?”

“i was thinking. why are you still up?”

“i…” rin hesitates for a second, “i wanted to check up on you.”

your heart flutters at his shy confession. “i’m fine, thank you.”

“you sure?”

“yeah.”

“why, are you not fine?”

no, he’s not. he wants you to come back to bed, he wants you to reassure him that the two of you will still be okay, he wants you.

“no,” lies rin. “i’m okay.”

the soccer player regrets his words instantly. 

“that’s good. i’m gonna sleep now and you should too, you have a big day tomorrow.”

but rin can’t sleep. not without you beside him because otherwise, the bed is too vacant and too chilly and reminds him of the life he used to live too much.

and he’s scared that he’ll have to go back to living like that if you’re not there beside him, petrified that you’ll leave in the middle of the night because you’ve realised that he doesn’t deserve someone as good as you. 

instead of confessing that, the dark-haired merely sighs, the words lodging themselves in his throat. “okay. i’m off.”

you reach over to turn off the lamp, engulfing the room in darkness with a single click. “goodnight, rin.”

“i love you,” rin confesses, but it’s too quiet and too breathy for you to hear, so there’s no response. he hopes you know.

so, he retreats back into the barren wasteland that is your shared bedroom. he misses you. he reaches over to your side in hopes of being to feel some remnants of comfort.

30 minutes later, rin wakes again after weaving in and out of consciousness and he’s sick of it. it’s 1:10am and he only has five hours until he needs to get up. decisively, he throws the cover off of him and makes his way to the living room, intent on this trip being his last one. 

it’s dark in the living room and rin can’t find it in him to turn on a light and disturb your slumber, so after adjusting to the dark and mindlessly patting around, he eventually threads his arms underneath you. he lifts you up so effortlessly, driven by determination and love as he walks to familiar path back to your shared bedroom.

he settles you down gently and the last thing rin remembers before drifting off is the warming feeling of content as he pulls you into his arms. 

the following morning, you rouse to the sound of a blaring alarm; the one rin always uses because otherwise gentle alarms won’t coax him successfully. your lover shuffles beside you, shutting the clock off with a groan before wrapping an arm around you again, pulling you into his warmth.

wait.

you raise yourself up onto your elbows, dazed and confused. weren’t you meant to be on the couch?

“don’t go,” rin murmurs, snaking his arm up to wrap your shoulders instead, gently guiding you down to the mattress, “sleep.”

“how did i get here?” you ask and rin stiffens before pulling you in to his chest. “rin, i’m being serious.”

“you were always here.”

“don’t lie to me.”

“i’m not lying, so let’s sleep.”

you’re sick of his shit. “itoshi rin, i swear to-”

“i carried you back here, now shut up. i only have 10 minutes before i have to get up and get ready.” 

“i think i’ll go back to the couch, actually,” you say jokingly.

“not funny.”

“i think it’s plenty funny.”

he frowns, wrapping himself around you even tighter. you don’t hug him back, but you’re here and that’s all that matters to rin. you didn’t leave like he thought you would. 

“i’m sorry,” he whispers, “for last night. i didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“it’s okay, rin, we can talk about it later.” 

“we’re okay right?” 

“of course.”

“you… you won’t leave. right?”

“i would never. why would you think i would?” 

“just being stupid, i guess.”

“better you than me.”

he huffs, letting the conversation die to silence.

you speak up again, “i love you.” 

rin feels a weight lift off his shoulders. he can breathe again.

“i love you more.” 

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COMPLIMENT IDEAS #2

Here’s some more compliment based dialogue to use in your writing: 

“I love that color on you”

“You make me feel at home”

“I’ve never seen eyes the same color as yours”

“You look so cute when you laugh”

“Has anyone ever told you you have really nice hands?”

“I’m not going if you’re not going, it wouldn’t be fun without you”

“How is your skin always so soft?”

“Whoa I didn’t know you could sing”

“You have a great sense of humor”

“I thought you said you can’t dance?”

“I appreciate you”

“Your breath smells really good”

“I’m so lucky to have you”

“You always have great ideas”

“I trust your opinion”

“I would never doubt you”

“You’re so clever”

“I’m rooting for you”

“You always know exactly what to say”

“I feel like I’ve known you forever”

you tell them hoshi

A dream unrealised

Summary: Alhaitham always imagined a future with you in it. Word Count: 0.3k Warnings: major character death, angst, female reader, pregnancy A/N: I dunno why it is that whenever i get stressed and my heart does the badum-badumps i like writing angst :<< Here's a little drabble based off a thought I had a few weeks ago about the after hours couple. Can be read as a standalone. To clarify that this is NOT a continuation of after hours! It's just an au of that couple! Don't worry they are safe they are happy this is just a what if

Alhaitham was not one for baseless dreams, but when it's confirmed that you're pregnant, he dreams. He imagines countless beautiful scenarios he could build, a million or more memories he wanted, and would, share with you.

Alhaitham thinks - and feels - many things. When he sees the home that you and he have made, his chest warms with pride and adoration. This is where you'd spend the rest of your life with him. This is where he'd devote his entirety to you.

Building a family here is not half bad, if he might say so himself. His mind conjures images of you and him and a bundle of joy in the nursery he built. He imagines future nights spent pacifying a fussy baby, the countless diaper changes, the disrupted sleep; but there's no dread that settles deep in his bones, only anticipation. Navigating a new world is worth it because it's with you.

Early on, he already imagines early mornings with a tot attached to his hip, helping him make pancakes to surprise you in bed. In the springs to come, the tiny hand of his tot would hold onto a similarly sized stalk of flowers as they toddle next to him, on their way to surprise you at work. His mornings will be spent preparing them for school with you, bumbling around as he tries his best to get his child's pigtails right. Nights will be accompanied by the vast stories he's accumulated since birth, all while tucking his child in, with you.

You, you, you.

You had his heart in your palms, his mind wrapped around your finger. You consume his thoughts. You were his everything.

Alhaitham is a capable man scholar husband father who thinks of every possible outcome before it happens.

He just didn't think he'd be sixteen all over again, sitting in the cold living room with papers for funeral preparations sprawled across the table.

a/n: i had no idea how to name this it got SO long like?? i swear originally it was just like 6 lines in total i wasnt even going to tag it under the main tag... then i got carried away LMAO ok enjoy! i will go back to my assignments now

Extra:

His newborn cries in nursery. Alhaitham rises to his feet.

As he picks up his crying daughter, it seems like she, too, grieves for a touch that neither of them could ever experience again. The weight of the world is heavy on his shoulders.

a/n: ok im gone fr now byebye i study

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!!nagi swears that kissing you before practice or a match gives him good luck!!<3<33

✩ ˛˚ . NAGI SEISHIRO ; — it seems the teams way to get nagi motivated has its drawbacks.

warnings: sfw! no warnings just nagi being the sweetest :3 note: hi nonnie!!! i decided to just write this lil thing cause i thought it was super cute so i hope u like it sob!!!

for the most part, it was beneficial when the team decided to start inviting you to their morning practice — as a means to motivate nagi, noticing that the usual sleepy, slacker of a striker seemed to have a little more motivation whenever he’d look over and see you in the stands.

but now.. actually getting him to come onto the pitch to play was a whole other problem entirely.

“hey, nagi! get on the field, jeez.. we’re still a goal behind, ultra genius.” you hear reo call from behind you, huffing when your boyfriend infront of you doesnt even seem to give him a second thought as he waves him off from over his shoulder. you think it’s amusing though, the pleading look his bestfriend gives you like he’s begging you to help him out.

nagi on the other hand, is currently leaning over the barrier at the stands — shooting you a starry-eyed look from under his messy bangs. his gloved hands fidget with the hem of your t-shirt and you feel them twitch tighter around the fabric every few moments, like an adorable little attempt to pull you closer as he sends you a pout.

“this is a pain, ‘ts in the way.” your boyfriend breathes as his longer limbs shift and fidget over the metal fence against him he’s referring to — surprisingly enough managing to support his weight as he leans against it, probably finding standing too bothersome given how long they’ve been practicing already.

but you give nagi an inch as you take a step closer, just enough to let his hands graze along your hips as he lets his head lean forward and rest on your chest. “you’re needed on the field, sei.” you try to reason as you push his snowy bangs away from his gaze, letting you take in the pretty, drowsy expression on his face when he blinks slowly up at you.

“eh, don’t wanna. wanna stay here.” another slow drawl and his fingers are squeezing at your skin, feeling him nuzzle deeper into your chest as he leans even further into you — making the barrier squeak slightly under his weight. you’re not sure it’s quite built to balance lazy 190cm strikers.

“but i wanna see you score more goals. we can get lemon tea before we go home.” it’s tempting, especially when you say it in that pretty little voice you know he loves. so you feel nagi’s head twist against you before he’s sending you a cute little look, cheek smooshed against you as he huffs.

“i’m sleepy though, i wanna have a bath and play video games with you instead. ‘ts no fair.”

“i’ll give you a kiss for every goal you score.” it’s quick, your reply — it doesn’t give him a moment to consider it because you know it’s a bargain he can’t pass up. only a few simple things could get nagi seishiro motivated and your kisses were right up there next to video games and well— that’s it.

“wan’ them now. need ‘em for a power up.” it’s hard to say no to him when he’s giving you that look, it’s sleepy and doe-eyed and there’s a soft glow that swims in the deep colour of his eyes that makes you smile before you’re scratching your hand through his hair. it makes your boyfriend shudder and he pulls you closer before you’re reminded of the time limit when reo sends you a wave followed by a grumpier sort of look.

“three goals for three kisses.” your words are rushed but they make nagi stand to full height just as quickly despite the way his arms remain around you — head leaning into the press of your palm when it cups his cheek.

“yay.” it’s soft, spoken under his breath when you push his hair from his features to peck him once on the lips, followed by another before he’s meeting you quickly for the last — urging it to be a little deeper than the other two as he pulls you into him. you hear him hum and you decide to give him a little extra motivation when you swipe your tongue between his lips, hearing a sweet whimper sound from him before he’s parting them for more — but just as quickly as it deepens, you pull away to grin.

“hey, why’d you pull away. wasn’t done yet.” nagi’s words are whinier now but there’s a soft flush on the tips of his ears and you think it’s cute just how easy it was to get him drowsy on kisses.

“it was just for good luck. three goals, sei. then you’ll get more!” you let your fingers scratch through his messy hair again as he groans, followed by a quick thumbs up to reo from over his shoulder before you’re pushing him lightly. he sways before he turns and you laugh at the next pout he sends you as his arms fall to sway by his side — his eyes still on you even as he makes his way back towards the team, although there’s something darker in his gaze now.

“eh, i guess. but it’s so bothersome, three goals is too easy.”

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LULLABY

about a late night konbini run with nagi makes him reflect on how much he loves you

ft. nagi + f!reader

you’d done the impossible: lure nagi seishiro out of bed.

the sound of your text notifications wakes him, and he blearily reads over your requests for him to take you to the konbini down the street, dotted with doe-eyed emojis. getting up in the middle of the night was such a pain, but so was being without you. when you greet him outside with a sweet smile, wearing the hoodie he left at your house last weekend, he thinks that getting up was worth it.

the sleeves are long enough to nearly cover your fingers, cuffs rubbing against his skin as you hold his hand, swinging your arms lazily in between your two bodies. the buzz of cicadas and the scuff of his shoes against the sidewalk as he drags his feet are the only sounds until you let out a little yawn.

“are you sleepy?” he glances at you as you bump into his body, head resting against his arm.

“mhm,” you nuzzle closer into the fabric of his shirt. “you’re rubbing off on me.”

he wouldn’t mind that. he imagines what it would be like to fall asleep next to you in the familiar comfort of his room, and how your hair might look when you first wake up. would you let him kiss you awake, or would he have to brush his teeth first?

“what are you thinking about?” you look up at him, arm threading around his own.

“you.” he says, always so honest. something flutters in his stomach when you give him that smile he loves so much, leaning up to kiss his cheek. he uses the position to pull you closer to his side, letting you lead him through the sliding glass doors of the store.

nagi trails behind you as you grab a bottle of his favorite lemon tea, following you to the back of the store. he rests his chin on top of your head as you decide what you want, hands slipping into the pockets of your hoodie to hug you closer to his chest. the lights hurt his eyes, lingering sleepiness only encouraging them to fall closed.

even when you wiggle out of his grasp to go to the register, he keeps himself comfortable, hand sneaking into yours and leaning against your side. he doesn’t mind the cashier’s lingering gaze when he nuzzles into your hair, stuck to your side as you leave the store.

“wanna eat here? walking’s such a bother.” he squeezes your hand. he isn’t ready for you to leave him yet. you hum a reply, sitting down on the edge of the sidewalk.

he lets out a sigh as he sits down next to you, close enough for his thigh to brush yours. he pulls his phone out of his pocket, opening up his game as you grab half of your fruit sando from its plastic wrapper, whipped cream and strawberries between soft, squishy bread. he opens his mouth, and you hold it up for him to take a bite.

you take yours next, looking around as you chew. a stray, fuzzy dandelion catches your eye, and you pluck it from the crevices of the concrete, holding it up next to his face.

“it looks like you!” you smile, ruffling his hair.

he blinks at it from the corner of his eye, trying not to shiver when your fingers skim his cheeks as you tuck the stem behind his ear, leaning your head against his shoulder.

the soft breeze caressing his skin and your warm, comforting presence is like a personal lullaby, gently weighing down his eyes and guiding him closer to sleep.

he looks down at you and thinks he couldn’t have been met with a prettier sight. your long eyelashes flutter against your cheeks, squished cutely from where they rest against his shoulder. the light from the store’s sign glows against your skin, and he can smell your sweet shampoo from how close you are. your flyaways tickle his neck, and he itches to smooth them down with his fingers.

you’ve been in the opposite position so many times before, and he wonders if your heart beats just as fast as his is right now when he’s the one laying on you. maybe one day, he’d get to see you like this in the golden light of morning, shining through his blinds, rather than in the dim moonlight, with concrete digging into his ass uncomfortably.

he blinks when his phone vibrates; he was so distracted by you, he died. he swipes the game closed to rest his head on top of yours, intertwining his fingers with your own, pulling them onto his lap.

maybe he can convince you to spend the night with him and finally get the answers to all of his questions. 

he sighs as he thinks of how much of a pain it’s going to be to walk home, even more sleepy now than he was before. you hold up the last bite of your sandwich to his mouth, and his lips brush against your fingertips as he takes it.

he whines when your warm body leaves his side to stand up. contact with you was addicting; he couldn’t get enough, and if he could, he’d never be without it. you start to gather your wrappers, looking at him expectantly when he doesn’t move. 

“carry me?” he raises his arms to you. “it’s only fair. you made me come all the way out here.” 

“did you forget you’re 190 centimeters, sei?” you grab one of the large hands outstretched to you to pull him up, his body practically limp as you help him to his feet. as soon as he’s standing, he drapes his entire body across yours, hands cradling your waist.

“seishiro,” you whine out his full name, and he hides his face in your neck. “nagi.” he kisses below your ear, nose grazing your jaw.

“i don’t know who that is,” he mumbles, and he feels the goosebumps raise on your skin against his lips. “only know sei.”

“sei,” you reach up to rub his head. your tone drips in sugary sweetness, and he laps every word up. “please get off of me so we can walk home?”

“don’t wanna.”

you sigh, hand falling out of his hair. “fine. guess i won’t be able to sleep over then. we’ll be stuck here all night.”

you feel the drag of his eyelashes against your neck as he opens his eyes. “really?”

when he straightens his back, he’s met with your pretty smile, just for him, and he knows it’s the last thing he wants to see before he falls asleep tonight, and the first thing he wants to see when he wakes up tomorrow.

he slides his hand into yours once more, energy renewed as he pulls you toward his apartment. he slips your intertwined fingers into his pocket, warming you up as the nighttime chill covers the two of you. his eyes are lidded, limbs heavy, but he pushes forward. the walk home wouldn’t be too bothersome if he had you with him, especially if at the end, he’d be snuggled next to you in bed.

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Angst/fluff Prompt List

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“I love you, please don’t go.”

“Stay here tonight.”

“Please don’t walk out of that door.”

“I thought things were going great.”

“Don’t you love me?”

“You make every day worth living.”

“I’ll keep you warm.”

“I’m never letting you go.”

“You meant too much to me.”

“I won’t let you.”

“How could you ask me that?”

“Don’t you trust me?”

“I won’t let anyone hurt you, you’re safe with me.”

“You look amazing tonight.”

“Shouldn’t you be with him/her?”

“I’ve got you.”

“I can’t sleep, can I stay here?”

“It’s late.  Shouldn’t you be asleep?”

“How are you feeling today?”

“You look amazing tonight.”

“We’ll figure this out.”

“This isn’t goodbye.”

“What’s cookin’ good lookin’?”

“Wanna go grab a drink?”

“What the hell were you thinking?!”

“Here, let me help you.”

“Kiss me.”

“I care about you.”

“You could have warned me!”

“That was unexpected.”

“You haven’t lost me.”

“Why are you doing this?”

“Don’t cry.”

“Please don’t do this.”

“You make me feel safe.”

“You’ve shown me what love can feel like.”

“Thank you, for everything.”

“All I wanted was for you to be happy.”

“I can’t do this on my own.”

“I wasn’t lying when I said that I loved you.”

“Don’t be afraid.”

“You’re always on my mind.”

“You have no idea how much I want you right now.”

“You’ve always felt like home.”

“I can’t imagine this world without you.”

“Dance with me.”

“Trust me.”

“Why are you crying?”

“Who hurt you?”

“Nothing is wrong with you.”

“You make me feel alive.”

“I wouldn’t change a thing about you.”

“Who cares about what they think?”

“Let’s go.”

“I’m not going anywhere.”

“Tell me what’s wrong.”

“You’ve always got me.”

“I’ve waited for this moment for a long time.”

“Is this okay?”

“You look like you could use a hug.”

“Did you need something?”

“Do you have a ride home?”

“I am home.”

“What happened back there?”

“That’s not gonna happen.”

“Why me?”

“I’m right where I belong.”

“Fine.”

“What do you want me to say?”

“After everything we’ve been through, you still don’t think that I love you?”

“You’ve been drinking tonight, haven’t you?”

“You need sleep.”

“Excuse me?”

“What are you doing?”

“What did you expect?”

“You’re not alone.”

“We’re meant for each other.”

“You’re worth it.”

“I don’t care what anyone else thinks.”

“I’ve always been honest with you.”

“It’s cold, you should take my jacket.”

“Just breathe, okay?”

“When I’m with you, I’m happy.”

“Going somewhere?”

“Don’t lie to me.”

“Don’t be scared, I’m right here.”

“You’re so adorable.”

“I’m better, now that you’re here.”

“I could never forget you.”

“Forget it.”

“That’s in the past.”

“You make me happy.”

“You’re more than that.”

“I won’t lose you too.”

“Come cuddle.”

“Can’t you stay a little longer?”

“It’s not that easy.”

“I’ve had enough.”

“I fell in love with you, not them.”

“You’re the only one I wanna wake up next to.”

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friendly reminders:

• stop obsessing over people who don’t put any effort into your relationship (platonic, non platonic, whatever)

• if the “love of your life” is happy with somebody else, be happy that they’re happy and move on

• stop comparing yourself to people who are so bland, you are astronomical

• don’t say shit about other people that you 1) wouldn’t say in front of a large audience and 2) wouldn’t want said about you

• “friends” that tell you you’re annoying or weird, don’t talk to you about your general interests, and leave you out of shit are not your friends

• if you can only gossip with somebody, they are also not your friend. also, why you out here gossiping? get a hobby. gossip is only best in small portions. if you just blabbing ‘bout Stacy and her 10 boyfriends all the time, that just makes you dull

• don’t get hung up on bad grades, bad people, and bad shit. you have approx. 80 years on this planet to do something great before it’s all over. don’t waste your time being down. go pet a dog, hug your friends, have some hot chocolate, and scream your favourite songs

angsty romance prompts :

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"was all this just a joke to you?"

reaching out to them, but finding them happy in the presence of somebody else, and thinking, maybe you're the only one suffering

"Why didn't you.. tell me?" "I-I.. I t-tried-"

"i don't want to get my hopes up, thinking that we'll ever be together someday..."

"None of that mattered to me. You hear me? None of it mattered, when all I saw was--- you." they pause, wiping a tear furiously. "Nothing mattered to me, but you."

"Please don't cry"

"are you crying?"

"shh , it's fine now, my love."

"stay. please"

"why don't you come here for a sec, love?" you look at them, who is shamelessly smiling with their arms open. you laugh through your tears, "you're so annoying."

"Stop telling me you're okay."

"tonight is all about you."

"magically, i feel fine when I'm with you."

"let's talk about how you've been, love."

"i just want to see you."

"i missed you." engulfing them in a bear hug. the night so quiet and the sky as clear as the crystals, slightly sniffing tears back cause it finally--feels like home.