Let Time Pass ⏳ (What Really Happend At The End /srs )

"𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙮 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙤𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩…" 𝙛𝙡𝙪𝙛𝙛 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙩𝙨

fluff was highly requested in my last poll, so here you go :) | tag me if you use any | if yall want more prompts like this, jus drop an ask nd ill respond as soon as possible :)

𝙎𝘾𝙀𝙉𝙀𝙎:

Eyes lightning up as soon as your significant other enters a room

Comparing hand sizes as an excuse to hold hands

Losing themselves in each others eyes as they hold a conversation

Forehead kisses

Cheek kisses

HAND KISSES>>>>

Constantly smiling or giggling when your partner is around

Playing with the other's hair as they rest their head in your lap

Staring at them from across the room with loving eyes

Looking at your partner like they're all you could ever want

Smiling against your partner's lips as you kiss

Tight hugs that feel warm and full of love

Asking the other about their day

Embraces from behind where the other person nuzzles their nose into your neck

Wanting to spend each second with each other, soaking in the feel of each other's presence

𝘿𝙄𝘼𝙇𝙊𝙂𝙐𝙀:

"Stay with me tonight. please."

"Can we cuddle?"

"I'll keep you warm."

"Kiss me."

"You're my favorite person."

"You feel like home."

"Do you know how much I love you?"

"You're all I think about."

"You're absolutely perfect in my eyes."

"No one could compare to you."

"Let me hold your hand."

"I love being with you."

"You're so cute, you know that?"

"You feel so warm."

"I don't ever want to let go of you."

"I'd do anything for you."

"Don't go anywhere I can't follow."

"I'll follow you to the ends of the earth."

"You're my everything."

"I like how good your hand looks in mine."

Being subtle

Here are some prompts for your subtle characters doing little things that are almost unnoticeable, almost.

Tag/mention me if ya'll use it! wanna see what you've done with these dialogues I can equally support!

Standing behind you to shield you from the scorching heat of the sun, you don't notice until later on.

Holding/leaning on the elevator door while waiting for you, and the other people.

Sidewalk rule, They'll subtly walk in front of you to walk on the edge/outside part of the sidewalk, and you'll have no choice but walk beside them.

Holding onto the corner of the table while you bend down to get something that has fallen off.

Closing the blinds/lights or dimming the lights when the other shows sensitivity over the light.

Swatting off those bugs flying over you at night.

Walking behind them in an alley or dark place.

Blocking your behind with their hand/body when you are wearing something short or stained behind.

Holding the door open for you.

Wearing that small trinket you like.

Blocking/Catching anything unsuspecting flying your way while you're distracted.

Pulling you aside from an incoming force preventing you from colliding with said force.

Standing behind you and staring off any onlooking creep in the club.

Pulling you down to avoid bumping your head from the wall/low ceiling.

Steadying you before you trip.

Pulling your shirt down when you're stretching.

Adjusting your socks from sliding down when your legs are over theirs.

Hair ruffling/head pats.

Moving your mug away from the corner because you placed it down without looking at it.

Cleaning up your glasses after they try it on.

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steve and robin having a crush on the same girl <3 robin convincing steve to ask her out so she can live through him and he’s more than willing to try, when they go out, he picks the girl up and then drops robin off, letting them talk before going on a date, giving robin a wink before he pulls out of her driveway, and the next morning at work, steve gives robin every detail of the date, answers all her questions, and tells her about how the girl said that robin was “really funny” and how they should all hang out together sometime, which almost made robin’s heart explode

can i kiss you?

bradley “rooster” bradshaw x f!reader

lines are meant to be crossed, kissing you is one of them

bradley bradshaw may have been considered a charmer, or even a player to some, but he always had respect for women. it had been ingrained in his mind by his mom that women were to be respected. they weren’t objects or toys. they weren’t required to stay home and be a house wife and wait on their husbands hand and foot. carole preached that women had voices that ought to be heard- they were strong, beautiful, and they were human. 

that’s why bradley did not wanna mess this up. the day he met you he thought you were the most beautiful, headstrong woman he had ever laid eyes on. you challenged him. you were confident, but not cocky. quiet, but not necessarily reserved or shy. involved without being overbearing. intuitive and smart without rubbing it into people’s face. you balanced out the aviator perfectly. and bradley was obsessed. like would kiss the ground you walked on obsessed. 

you had only been on two dates because of his busy schedule, but he swore no one had ever made him feel the you did. you made his chest tight and his heart stutter, his blush crawl and his knees weak. you had him wrapped around your finger. and he loved it. he loved falling in love with you. but he hated how much you used it to your advantage even if it wasn’t on purpose. 

like right now. 

you’re on your third date. rooster planned the first two. you were planning the next. you chose your place since rooster had just gotten back from an intense mission and figured he needed rest. you’re sitting next to him on the couch, a glass of bourbon between your fingers (rooster almost fell to his knees when he saw your collection). your’re sitting criss-crossed applesauce, knees pressing lightly into his thigh. his thumb rubs gentle circles on your bare skin as he talks about the mission details that he’s allowed to share. he’s somewhere in between telling a story about coyote and getting to fly an F-14. you were listening, but you were also allowing yourself to admire the pilot. 

he’s a little more tan- a noticeable stubble lining his jaw. you’re used to his mustache and clean shaven look, but the five o’clock shadow suits him. the bruise on his orbital (the one he got in a scuff with hangman) is almost gone, just an annoying pink. his eyes hold that childlike glint you admire so much, which causes you cock your head to the side, that soft smile adorning your face. 

your gaze causes rooster to stutter in his story, his heart rate quickening. you raise an eyebrow. “you okay?”

he opens his mouth to respond. pauses. puts down his glass. and then asks, “can i kiss you?”

you smile softly. “i don’t think you have to ask, roos.”

he leans in, taking your glass and setting it down next to his own. “no?”

“no,” you utter back, giving in as he tugs you onto his lap. you throw one leg over both of his, fingers dancing along the base of his neck.

his gaze falls to your lips and back up again. “good.”

you open your mouth to respond, but rooster is quick to cut you off by capturing your lips with his. they’re soft and taste of your eight-year aged bourbon. he kisses you until he can’t anymore and when he pulls away, you’re both having to catch your breath.

“roos,” you say breathless, nose brushing against his.

he hums, kissing you again, not as long this time but it’s just as breathtaking. he can’t think clearly, mind clouded by your touch.

“please stop asking to kiss me and just do it.”

he dips his head down to press hot kisses to the smooth skin of your neck. your eyes flutter shut as his lips graze your ear. “you giving me orders?”

you cup his jaw to kiss him again. “you gotta problem with that lieutenant?”

he offers you that small smirk. “not at all, captain.”

He watched him die twice 😭😭💔

~ THEY'RE MARRIED ~ MARRIED LIFE PROMPTS

requested by: anonymous

Feel free to use and reblog!

Setting/scenario:

more non-verbal than verbal communication

being the most endearing spouse, even though they're not the 'marriage type'

needing the other's presence, even if they're each doing their own thing, but they have to be with each other

having a shorthand for everything

fussing over the other

being able to predict the other's moves

being able to predict the other's words

having the same conversation in a certain situation all the time

sharing responsibilities

teasing the other just because they can

always arguing about the same things

being a chill couple when there are others around, but getting touchy/freaky behind closed doors

feeling like they're missing a limb when they're alone

playing with their wedding band when they're thinking about the other

always considering what the other would think if they would be there Dialogue:

"I didn't sign up for this."

"Why did I know you would do that?"

"You know what I'll say."

"Who else should I annoy if not my wife/husband/spouse?!"

"Come back! I'm not ready to get up yet. So you aren't either."

"One more kiss, please!"

"Oh honey, come here!"

*staring at their sleepy partner* "How are you so adorable?" *barely able to open their eyes* "I've never looked nastier."

"You can't escape. You're bound to me for life!"

"... You were right." "Say that again!"

"Did you miss me?"

"Not that gain! I can't believe we're discussing this again!"

"Is that my shirt?"

"Don't worry, I'll be there."

"I'm home, sweetheart!"

List of “looking at someone and thinking…” prompts

God, I’m so fucking in love with you.

God, I hate you so much.

How the hell am I supposed to kill you?

If only they’d look at me like they look at [name].

Now how the fuck do I murder them and make it look like an accident?

Can I please punch them in the face?

The power couple we could be if they’d fucking love me back.

They’re going to ruin me…

I’m… Gonna marry them one day.

I love them. So much. 

I think they have shit stuck in their teeth, but how do I point it out without being rude? Shit. 

Ugh, not them again.

Can they just leave? For fuck’s sake—

Oh shit, they look so good. What the hell?

Can they please fuck me, oh my God—

They look like shit.

Man, are they alright? They look like they’re going through something.

Act like you give a shit about them and what they have to say… No, don’t make that fucking face, you bumbling fool— Shit. 

Don’t laugh. Oh God, please don’t laugh. Don’t get yourself into more trouble than you already have—

…Oh. 

could you please write a jenna Ortega x fem!singer!reader where reader is in the hospital (nothing serious she just fainted) and r has the heartbeat monitor to monitor her heartbeat and maybe like when jenna walks in to see reader she does something like hug reader or kiss her on the cheek or accidentally get really close to her face etc and it makes readers heartbeat quicken and the heartbeat monitor basically calls r out on her crush on jenna

iron deficiency

a/n: this was fun to write hope you enjoy ❤️

warnings: none just fluff

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iron deficiency is what the doctors told you when you came round nothing serious, but they still wanted to monitor you till you got your tablets, you’d passed out in the middle of a busy restaurant and your dreading opening your phone you love your fans but sometimes they could be slightly overzealous.

there’s a commotion outside your room as jenna your best friend, and long time crush comes barrelling through the doors “y/n! y/n are you alright? i saw that you got taken away in an ambulance what happened” her voice is shrill worry evident in her expression, you smile “hey jen im ok i just passed out, doctors said it’s low iron” she stares “just passed out, you make that seem like it’s nothing” she huffs and sits in the plastic chair behind you “im glad your ok love” the heart monitor spikes

shit.

a smirk overtakes her face “you feeling ok, love, your hearts beating a little fast there” your expression morphs into one of horror as the beeping speeds up “uh yeah i just have a high resting” you both know it’s a blatant lie “oh so it’s not me? here i was getting exited” the smirk still hasn’t left her face “don’t get ahead of yourself ortega” she stands “yeah?” stepping closer and leaning forward till you can feel her warm breath on your face.

your breath hitches, heart monitor beeping furiously she hums “very high resting, baby” your heart almost leaps out your throat at the nickname but before you can respond her lips are on yours, you sigh into the kiss pulling her closer, you’re interrupted by a nurse rushing in “oh well i think im gonna take your heart monitor away, we got a code red” jenna laughs as you hide your face in your hands in embarrassment.

relax bro ain’t no one taking it from you

matt is so ‘sweet best friend who secretly jerks off to your pictures’ coded hmmmmm