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prompt #2

"You're not the person I texted for a whole year."

"Well, sorry to disappoint, but I am."

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prompt #3

"You turned him into a frog!"

"... Can we make sure he doesn't turn into a prince again? He actually looks better like this, more amicable, don't you think?"

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prompt #2

"You're not the person I texted for a whole year."

"Well, sorry to disappoint, but I am."

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“babygirl” unironically got a little laugh out of me

“Babygirl. Sit with me.”

“Do you love me?”

“You think I don’t?”

“It’s not that.”

“Then what is it baby?”

“Why do you love me?”

“There’s not a thing I don’t love. Except when you overthink things and it makes you question whether I love you.”

"and what's your favorite thing about him?"

She smiled "Kisses."

"Kiss?"

"His favorite thing about me is the bridge of my nose. And he took care of his favorite thing by kissing on the bridge of my nose everytime we say bye. I adore this thing about him the most." She blushed.

Reblog with your specific ship tropes/dynamics.

Person A buying horror movie tickets so that when Person B sees the movie they get scared and latch onto Person A but Person A ends up being scared instead. Quite a mystery of Pereon B knew all along and went with it.

ALTERNATIVELY,

Person A's plan backfires and now both of them are scared shitless allowing for more shenanigans, and or post movie cuddling because both can't sleep.

I want a story about a king whose son is prophesied to kill him so the king is like “whatever what am I supposed to do, kill my own kid wtf is wrong with you” so he just raises him as normal, doesn’t even tell him about the prophecy, and instead of some convoluted twist of events that leads to the king’s murder the son grows up and when the king is very old and dying and in excruciating pain the kid is just like alright I'mma put him out of his misery.

red string of fate AU with your F/O(s), but the string is an unusual dark deep red because your F/O is a villain, and their hands are soaked with blood. taking it a step even further, maybe the string itself is dripping blood.

We need a Cabin in the Woods-esque meta horror movie about a small Hallmark Christmas movie town. Some one from that small town is visiting and she's confused as hell - she grew up in this dumphole, last time she was there it was a mess of poverty and drug use and crumbling infrastructure. She moved away to the city as soon as she could, but it's only been a few short years since she visited. Now? Every house has a perfect white picket fence, is decorated elaborately for Christmas, every family is smiling and cheerful, everyone is employed but specifically at cute little small shops that the protagonist didn't think can possibly be sustainable. Like, really, a whole store just for scented pinecones? And yet, Debbie who sells those pinecones has a four-bedroom house and her kids are all wearing the latest fashions. The town square has gone from a quiet half-empty tiny collection of buildings and is now a bustling and beautifully decorated sight to behold. Anyway the whole damn thing is some kind of holiday curse and the protagonist has to solve the mystery while avoiding the hunky man who exclusively sells reindeer-shaped cookies

Have to say Montu, Fought in some corrupted woods, wanted to be immortalized throughout history and slayed a god to do it. bro always chose violence whenever it was an option.

Which oc is a chronic forgetter?

You are in a meeting with God where everyone is discussing about how there is no good left in the world as hell is where everyone is going. As the person who keeps account of everyone’s karmas, you realise you haven’t been keeping record of the good being done in the world.

little intimate things that leave me breathless

feel free to use these as prompts

you're talking on the phone and your lover quietly comes up behind you, wraps their arms around you, and starts gently kissing your neck. you begin to lose focus on your phone call as you concentrate on not making any noise.

your crush gently touching you on the arm or putting their hand on your shoulder as you two have a conversation.

having a piece of hair brushed off your face as you're reading or looking down.

looking at your crush or lover only to find them already looking at you and when you make eye contact, they smile at you.

holding hands while having sex and/or making out.

"i'm so proud of you."

being asked "are you sure?" (there's nothing sexier than consent)

you and your lover sitting next to each other at a table and they rest their hand on your thigh, gently rubbing their thumb back and forth.

your lover playing with your hair or vice versa.

telling a stupid joke and hearing your crush laugh.

helping your lover fix their tie or zip up their dress. or, you two helping each other undress.

telling your partner how stressed out you are and they are simply just listening before opening their arms and holding you until you feel better.

"i love you."

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

Forced Proximity Tropes Megalist

Locations:

Elevator

Small back seat

Closet

Under an umbrella

Behind a small counter

Under a bed

Behind a couch

Small hot air balloon basket

Plane seats

Ledge

Telephone booth

Crawl space

Jail cell

Sleeping Bag

Bathroom Stall

Hidden Passage

Two-person swing

Small perch in a tree

Igloo

Pillow Fort

Kayak or canoe

Situations:

Sharing a blanket or coat for warmth.

Riding the same horse

Riding the same motorcycle

One teaching the other how to do something from behind them, like guiding their arms to help aim a gun, or play the guitar,

Leaning over to help the other with homework

Helping the other with some form of apparel (tie, necklace, etc,)

Having to help support the other while they walk due to an injury.

Tending to the other's injuries.

Things that happen:

Feeling the other's breath against them, especially the back of their neck.

The foreign feeling of the other brushing their skin.

Noticing the heat radiating from the other.

Feeling the others breathing, or even their pulse against them.

Noticing with a start how cold the other is.

The other's hair tickles.

They realize just how much they like being close to the other

Noticing for the first time small details about the other, like freckles, detailed eye colours, etc.

Feeling how muscular the other is.

Suddenly locking eyes.

Abruptly stopping what they are doing upon realizing how close the other is.

Feeling the other's movements

Unconsciously getting closer to the other without realizing it: the other notices.

are you trying to kill me

prompt #43: with a twist!

Write a fight scene, with a twist: no dialogue allowed! Think facial expressions, body language, other things in the space and main character you can describe.

My heart.....

prompt of maybe shawn and grant talking about their hopes of finding their fellow friends 🤔

I can definitely try this! 😄 (also I decided that for this prompt, they don’t know if Sammy made it or not.)

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Thoughts of friends crossed their minds more than once since the apocalypse started. Originally, Shawn and Grant had been part of a survivor group led by Joey.. but then a sudden zombie attack caused them to get separated from the rest of the group. There was no way of telling if anyone else had made it. They hoped with all their heart that the rest of the survivors made it to safety.

“I-I hope Wally and Sammy are okay..” Grant said as he tried to get a signal on his phone. He hadn’t been able to call anyone since this all started. Mostly because of no signal or the person they tried to call had no signal.

“I’m sure they’re fine. Sammy’s going to make sure Wally stays out of trouble. They look out for each other. No matter how many times Sammy tries to deny it.” Shawn was cleaning a hunting knife that he found yesterday in a store for camping supplies. It had been used more than once to stab through the skulls of the dead.

“O-Okay.. what about Norman and Wendy? Do you think they’ll be fine too?” It was difficult not to worry about those two. Norman was smart, but Wendy was just a little girl. An easy meal for the infected. Shawn had tried to contact Norman a few days ago but the call wouldn’t go through.

“Norman is smart.. he probably just can’t get any cell reception on his phone like us. They’re fine.. he’d do anything to protect his sister.” Deep down, Shawn wasn’t really sure. There had been times where he and Grant had been able to get a signal on their phones. So shouldn’t Norman have been able to call at some point too?

“Y-You’re probably right..” The younger man was still worried, but he didn’t want to press this any further. There was no doubt that Shawn was hurting too even though he tried to hide it. Not knowing where everyone was scaring them both.

So far only Lacie and Henry had been able to get back to them on things. They called Shawn, instead of him calling them. Although that was a few days ago. Every time he tried to call back it would end in failure. Lacie was staying with Bertram and they apparently had found a rather good place to hide. Unfortunately that was the last they heard from them. As for Henry.. he and a friend happened to be heading back into town to surprise everyone at the studio when the outbreak started, and just like with Lacie and Bertram, that was the last they had heard from him.

“Grant. I think that’s enough worrying for now okay? Why don’t you go get cleaned up. I’m pretty sure the shower in this place works. I’ll be fine.” Usually the best things to do in times of worry, was to focus on something else, and currently they both needed a shower.

“Y-You sure? I-I don’t mind helping you keep watch..” Grant insisted. Wanting to be of some help to his friend. Shawn couldn’t be strong all the time. Grant knew that.

“No no. It’s fine really. I’m good. You just focus on getting cleaned up. I’ll go after. We’re both a mess..” He smiled, patting Grant’s back like he always did to cheer him up.

“A-Alright.. j-just let me know if you need help..” The young man then left for for the bathroom. Still, he knew what he saw. The sadness behind Shawn’s smile. He had to be just as worried, if not more than Grant. He wished that he could comfort Shawn in return.

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Okay! I’m so glad I managed to finish another prompt! Sorry if it isn’t very good though! I kept getting a little distracted. Plus I’m a little sleepy. I didn’t sleep so well last night. But I’m glad I got to do this! I really hope you like the story! Sorry again if it isn’t good though. I tried my best. 😅😅😆😆

oh good lord this is actually heartbreaking

For the Zombie Apocalypse AU, maybe Grant and Shawn encountering zombified coworkers?

Ooooooooh! Yes. Mwahahahaha. 😆😆

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Out of anyone they had to run into. Why did it have to be Sammy? Shawn and Grant were looking for supplies in an abandoned convenience store. Only trying to grab things like water, food, anything else that could be useful. When they stumbled upon Sammy. Well.. Sammy’s corpse. Why was he there? They had no idea. All that mattered was that he was, and they needed to get out before he spotted them.

They could hear his moaning from the other side of the small store. The two men hiding behind the counter where the cash register was. Grant almost screamed when he saw their former friend. Shawn had to cover his mouth with his hand to stop him. His other hand clutching his shotgun.

Making noise was a risk. From what the two men had observed, the infected seemed to have terrible eyesight. Although they made up for that with enhanced hearing. In order to get out of this building safely, Shawn and Grant needed to make a little noise as possible.

Sammy Lawrence shuffled around between the aisles. His clothes and face covered in blood. Most-likely having fed before coming in here. The rest of his appearance just as unsightly. Pale, almost blue skin. Veins visible and dark. Covering his body, stopping at his face. Glowing yellow eyes dripping with black blood. It hurt to see a friend reduced to something like this.. but there was nothing to be done for him.

“W-We can’t l-leave him like that..” Grant whispered after Shawn removes his habd, trying desperately not to cry. He wanted to so badly. It just wasn’t fair. Why did this have to happen?

“We don’t have a choice.. I’m sorry. Right now we have to focus on escaping..” Shawn patted his friend’s shoulder. It was the only thing he could do to comfort him at the moment.

Thankfully Sammy didn’t hear their conversation. He was preoccupied with one of the little toys in the store. He accidentally stepped on a squeaky toy. The sound attracting his attention. Looking around wildly. Letting out a confused gurgle. Not realizing it had come from something he stepped on, he started searching around for the noise.

It was at this moment that Shawn had an idea.

“Grant.. I’m going to throw something to the end of the room. The sound should grab his attention. Then we need to get out of here quick.. I’ll go on three.” There was a ring of keys on the counter that someone must’ve left there during the chaos of the outbreak. He grabbed them.

“O-Okay.. please be careful.” Grant said in a small worried voice. He sat close to Shawn as he got ready to launch the keys to the other side of the room.

“One.”

Sammy was still prowling the aisles.

“Two.”

He paused at the chocolate candy section. It almost looked like he was trying to read something.

“Three.”

With one swift movement the keys flung to the back of the room. Scattering to the ground loudly. Earning an alerted growl from Sammy. Accidentally knocking over a few things for sale in the process of pursuing the sound.

‘Thank god..’ The two men silently thought as they crept out from the behind the counter and towards the door. Finally getting out of the store. Leaving Sammy’s undead corpse behind.

Hopefully they wouldn’t encounter anymore zombies on the way home.

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That was fun! Wow I’m tired though. It’s 1:17 AM. But doing a prompt was worth it! Sorry if it’s not very good though lol, I’m just very tired, but I had a lot of fun! I really hope you liked it! 😄😄

I hope I can do more prompts tomorrow! 😄😄

Aw heck yes! The suspense! The narration builds it up so well!

Also fight me because Norman is precious! This is the Norman I prefer!

Hi! I finally got a small idea for a prompt! In a story you wrote for a prompt, you mentioned how Shawn and Grant had gotten a call from their friends before. Maybe you could write about them hearing from a friend? If not, that's okay!

I’ll try my best to make this one good! 😄

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It was midnight when Shawn finally got an answer from one of his friends. One he had been especially worried about since the apocalypse had started. They weren’t close friends, but that didn’t matter much. A friend is still a friend.

The message was from Norman. Replying to Shawn and Grant’s worried voicemails. Hearing that boy’s voice filled him with relief. Thank god he was still alive. Grant was still asleep, so the man went into another room to play the voicemail Norman had sent back.

‘Hey Shawn, hey Grant.. Wendy and I are okay. We’ve been hiding out in a motel near the studio. Wendy’s asleep right now. She doesn’t know I’m on the phone. I’m sure if she did, she’d come running to talk to you guys.. but it’s probably for the best that she’s sleeping. I don’t want her to hear this..’ There was a long pause. Shawn had chills running down his spine the moment he started to fear where this message would go.

‘I.. I’ve been bit. It was while I was exploring the motel. I needed to make sure it was safe for Wendy.. apparently it wasn’t. One of the rooms had a zombie in it. It must’ve spotted me before I spotted it, because by the time I managed to shoot it had already bit my arm.’ Shawn almost dropped his phone. No that isn’t possible. There’s just no way. This has to be some kind of sick joke. He couldn’t have been bitten. The boy was just kidding. Right?Norman had a little sister to take care of. He couldn’t get bit! Wendy would be all alone!

‘It happened an hour ago.. and I’m not sure how much time I have. Wendy was scared.. but I told her I was fine. I just didn’t want her to worry.. but now I’m not sure what to do. We only have each other. I have to be there for her. W-What will happen to her if I’m gone?’ Norman’s voice grew shakier as he spoke through the voicemail. On the brink of sobbing.

‘S-Shawn? G-Grant? I-If I turn.. will you please take care of Wendy? I-If I can’t be there for her anymore.. I at least want to take comfort in k-knowing that she’ll be safe..’ Tears started running down Shawn’s face as he listened carefully.

‘J-Just please.. promise me that you both will do this.. It would mean so much to me..’ There was another pause. Smaller this time, there was the sound of someone yawning in the background. ‘I-I have to go.. Wendy’s waking up. Please.. remember what I said.’

His voicemail ended with a beep. Leaving Shawn staring at his phone with tears streaming down his face, and trying desperately not to sob. Norman had been bit.. and so far no one has been able to find a cure.

Shawn knew what he had to do. He dialed back Norman’s number. Promising to look after Wendy if Norman starts to turn. They wouldn’t let that little girl be alone, and Norman deserved to have some kind of peace in knowing that his sister would still be alive after he passes.. but still. It hurt so much.

A friend was going to lose his life.

“W-What do I tell Grant?” The man whispered. Curling in on himself and crying into his knees in the darkness of the Safehouse.

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Hey! Sorry if I made this too sad! I was trying to come up with what to write, and I was planning on doing maybe a silly-ish light-hearted thing with Henry, but then this idea came into my head. Also sorry if this isn’t good either! I’m just sleepy! I had a lot of fun writing this though, and thank you so much for the prompt! Sorry again for being tired though! Hopefully tomorrow I won’t be so sleepy! 😅

Despite all of the chaos in apocalypse, some of the trace of the old world is still there.

Man I love this, so far my favorite, these two have gone through much Lord knows what happened to them but thank God they found this store to take a rest and take the break they deserve

For the prompt, maybe Grant and Shawn finding some small goody, like a candy bar or something. Just a small comfort they took for granted

This is going to be sweet! 😄 (Lol pun 😆)

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There weren’t many positives about living in a zombie apocalypse. Generally because of the constant fighting to survive, and running from place to place. Although, if there had to be one good thing that came from this it would be that everything is pretty much free.

Grant naturally was against taking things from the countless abandoned stores that he and Shawn came across at first, but eventually Shawn helped him to understand that sometimes stealing was necessary. They did however, decide that stealing from other survivors was a no-go. Taking things from abandoned shops is one thing, but stealing from other survivors is another.

“S-Shawn! Look what I found!” The two men had been exploring an old drugstore, in search of medicine, bandages, toothpaste, things like that. When Grant had discovered the candy section. Shawn laughed softly and walked over to his friend to check it out.

Sure enough, the aisle was filled with different types of candy. Sour gummies, chocolate bars, caramel sweets, cookies, even chip bags, several flavours of pop, marshmallows, basically the choices seemed endless. The former-toymaker smiled warmly. He couldn’t help but be reminded of Henry. That boy always loved candy. Hopefully he was safe.. wherever he was.

“S-Should we take some with us?” Grant asked. Even he was smiling a little. Seeing that made Shawn happy. The poor kid hardly smiled anymore.

“Sure. Grab as much as you want kiddo.” The older man nodded. Letting his friend start putting candy into his bag. In only a few minutes the backpack was then filled to the brim with sugary sweets.

It was a small fortune that they had discovered.. and yet Shawn could see how much this meant to Grant. He wasn’t obsessed with candy like Henry was, but still, he could see the look of hope in his friend’s eyes. Even just the smallest or positives meant the world to the boy.

“T-Thanks Shawn..” The young man said as he quietly ate some cookies and chocolate. They were so lucky to have found this drug store. It had all the supplies they had been needing, and the discovery of candy made this trip all the more sweeter.

“You’re welcome buddy.” Shawn ruffled Grant’s hair before getting up to sample some candy himself. There were so many to choose.

Maybe their luck was starting to finally turn around for the better.

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Hey! I really hope you like this story! I tried my very best to make it good! Sorry if it isn’t that great though. I had a lot of fun writing this one! It was a really nice and sweet prompt! Thank you so much for sending it! 😄😄

I live how the snow's ability to confuse zombies, yeah Winter can be really be useful against the zombies it can slow them down

Are first I expected to zombies will attack him but nope they did something better..... by shoving the snow in their mouth like him and oh my gosh yes! Winter is beautiful!

Yo Sammy! You can use the zombies to clean the raod from snow!

Prompt: snow zombies

Snow zombies. This is going to be fun. 😆😆

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It was cold. Colder than usual.

For the dead this was strange. They were naturally cold beings.. but this was too much. Many zombies were outside when the snowing had started, and many survivors had taken to watching the undead react in confusion to the bizarre weather through binoculars. They couldn’t deny that it was pretty entertaining.

Sammy groaned. He didn’t like this. Being cold felt natural to him, but this is beyond freezing. Strange white things fluttered down from the clouds. Landing in his hair and on his face when he stared up at them. What were these things? They made him shiver more than usual and they seemed to be everywhere.

Several zombies nearby were huddling up together in a group. Trudging through the whiteness together trying to search for a meal. Sammy’s instincts instructed him to join the small band of wandering undead. During the walk he spotted what appeared to be some infected children, poking and prodding at the snow. Seeming just as bewildered about the strange white powder as he was.

Feeling his curiosity grow, he crouched down to try and touch the whiteness. His hand came back freezing and covered in the stuff. He groaned uncomfortably at the sensation and wiped his hand on his bloodstained clothes.

So touching it might not be the best idea.. what about eating it? It didn’t have a smell, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t food right? Maybe he’d have just a small taste. Scooping a pile up with his already frozen hands and shoving it into his mouth.

Nope. Too cold!

The former music-director spat it out. Way too cold. Definitely not food. That was a disappointment.. he was so hungry and he hasn’t seen even a single survivor today. It was almost like the food was hiding from him and the others..

There was a confused gurgle close by and Sammy turned to see that the zombies he had been traveling with had witnessed him try to eat the snow. They watched him curiously.

Apparently whatever he did, seemed to interest the rest of the undead. A few moaned questioningly while another few copied what he did. Shoving a small pile of snow into their mouths before spitting it out after realizing it wasn’t food.

Suddenly the rest of the dead started doing it too. Even the little undead children nearby started trying to eat cold, fluffy, white stuff that fell from the sky. What had he started? Sammy barely knew what any of this stuff was anyway.

Soon after everyone had finished trying the snow, they soon went back to whatever it was they were doing before. Huddling together and shuffling around searching for survivors. While Sammy continued to watch the mysterious white specks gently rain down. It may have been unpleasantly cold.. but for some reason Sammy found them to be pretty. Deciding to stay outside a little longer so he could watch them fall.

It almost seemed familiar.. had he seen these white things somewhere before?

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Hey! Thanks for sending me this prompt! It was fun to do! Sorry if it isn’t very good though! I kept getting distracted by the TV in my room. Sorry about that! I tried my best to make this good! I hope you like it! 😅