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Writing Prompt #10

“I thought I was deep, but then I heard someone like that and I realized I was just in the fish tank upside down.”

To Love and To Cherish

All of the things that I want to say Just aren’t coming out right I’m tripping on words You got my head spinning - You and Me [Lifehouse] Fandom: Overwatch (Pre-Fall) | Angela / Gabriel

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“We’ll never have what they have, you know.” Angela glanced up at Gabriel. Her fingers, which had been idly tracing the scars on his chest, stilled. He wasn’t looking at her; instead, his hands were folded behind his head while he stared up at the ceiling as if it held the answers to the universe. “What who has?” She asked, once it was obvious he wasn’t planning to elaborate - as if, without any context, she could contribute to the conversation. “Gérard and Amélie,” he sighed. Understanding flooded Angela. While she wasn’t exactly certain where the conversation was going, she knew where it stemmed from. After all, the wedding had just been earlier today; the dress she’d worn to it was in a heap on the floor in the other room, forgotten after Gabriel had stripped her some time ago. “I know that,” Angela agreed, moving so that she was sitting up in the bed with her back pressed to the headboard. Absently, she reached one hand behind her to shift a pillow so that she was more comfortable as she looked down at his face. “And that doesn’t bother you?” He turned to look up at her; his eyes were stormy with emotion and she couldn’t tell what he was thinking - not exactly unusual, but frustrating all the same. “No?” Unsure of how he wanted her to respond, her definitive answer had become a question. Was it supposed to bother her? She’d never considered it - not seriously, anyway - before. Her life, even before Overwatch, hadn’t exactly been conducive to such things. “It doesn’t?” His voice took on a tone of disbelief as he shifted, propping himself up on one side. “It doesn’t bother you that I’ll never get down on one knee and propose? That you won’t wear a wedding ring or take my name?” Angela pulled her knees up to her bare chest, suddenly self-conscious and uncomfortable. “I—” Her shoulders hunched and she tilted her head, just enough that her hair fell in a curtain between them, shielding her face from his view in an attempt to hide at least some of her discomfort and uncertainty. She tried her best not to lie to him, so she couldn’t tell him that it bothered her. It did bother her that it didn’t bother her - that it bothered him - which only added to her discomfort. Was it weird that she had never considered marriage, not even after all this time with Gabriel? “I’m sorry?” She whispered instead, because what else could she do? Angela couldn’t change how she felt: marriage just wasn’t that important to her. That wasn’t to say Gabriel wasn’t important to her - no, there wasn’t much she wouldn’t do for him; a ring wouldn’t change that. She wrapped her arms around her knees, hugging them close as she glanced away from the man in her bed. “Dammit,” Gabriel sighed. Angela tensed as the bed shifted with his movements, but she didn’t look at him to determine what he was doing. “Come here.” He pulled her rigid body into an awkward embrace that she refused to relax into. “Mi corazon, I’m sorry,” he murmured, shifting so that his chin was resting on her shoulder. “I shouldn’t have said it like that.” He sighed. “I’m saying it all wrong.” “What are you trying to say, then?” Angela whispered. She was mollified that he took the time to think about his words, to properly express whatever this was instead of jumping down her throat again. “I’m trying to say that you deserve better than what I can offer you,” he confessed eventually. His arms tightened, holding her in place so that she couldn’t turn to look at him. “You deserve someone that can give you flowers or take you out to dinner - not this sneaking around that we do.” Angela scoffed. “What makes you think I want that?” Honestly. While the sentiment was sweet, it was like he had forgotten who he was speaking to. “Since when do I even want to eat dinner?” Considering that time of day was when her best work was accomplished, a dinner date would be close to a nightmare. “You’re missing the point.” He retorted. “You deserve to be with someone you can be seen with. You don’t deserve this,” Gabriel’s hand lifted, waving in an absent gesture that she assumed was meant to encompass their relationship. “Do you—” Angela hesitated, taking a breath before trying again. “Do you… not want this? To be with me?” She was so tense her body was trembling, her chest heavy as she tried to remember how to breathe; this was not how she had pictured this evening going. “What?” Gabriel demanded after a moment of stunned silence. “Angela, that’s not what I’m saying at all!” And just like that, her tension melted away and she could breathe again; she could work with this - whatever this was. This time, when she pulled against his hands, he let her turn so that they could both look at each other. “Then why are you trying to convince me to leave?” The words were shaky with the remnants of her stress, but she couldn’t find it in herself to care. “Because it’s true - you do deserve better than this, Angela.” His fingers reached out to stroke her cheek gently, and she smiled. “It doesn’t matter what I ‘deserve’,” Angela told him gently. “Because I don’t want that; I want you.” His eyes lit up as he leaned down to kiss her.

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“Hey, Gabriel?” Angela set her pen aside as she glanced towards her communicator. Gabriel had returned to Rome the day after Gérard’s wedding over a week ago; while they hadn’t seen each other since, they often spoke on their communicators - either verbally or through text. Usually it was late in the evening, like it was now. “Yeah? What’s up?” Angela shifted uncomfortably, grateful that he couldn’t see her. She’d been thinking about this ever since his outburst in their bed; like a sore tooth, she couldn’t stop poking at it. Angela had never considered marriage - not until he had brought it up. They’d never discussed such things before then and, considering their respective positions, Angela had assumed they never would. It was just something that was; they could be together, but the rest of the world couldn’t know. It was too dangerous. But, after that night, she had allowed herself to wonder what it would be like. To wonder how it would feel to be openly together, to be seen on Gabriel’s arm. To wonder what it would be like to arrive together at events instead of separately and, for all appearances, alone. Angela had allowed herself, for only a moment, to be jealous of Amélie and Gérard’s happiness. Had let herself wish that she would wear a beautiful gown and walk down the aisle. Had let herself want to be the kind of woman who would do those things - or that she was with the kind of man that could do those things. Then, the moment had passed. It was a nice daydream - an idea that might have become reality if they held different positions - but that was all it was: a dream, and not even one she wanted, not really, even after a week of consideration. “I was wondering…” Angela paused, mustering up her courage. She’d been trying to build up the nerve to bring up this topic for the last few days. Before she could change her mind, she forced the words out in a rush. “I was wondering if you wanted to get married?” Gabriel made a choked sound of surprise, and she could imagine what his face looked like: wide eyed, mouth slightly open, staring at the communicator since she wasn’t there for him to gape at instead. Now that it was out, her doubts surged again. Would he read too much into it? That he needed to worry about her wanting a ring or a dress? Or, worse, would he say no? It wasn’t that she wanted to get married - it didn’t matter either way to her, because she would love him whether they were married or not - but it would still hurt if he said no. “Ang— what?” He stammered, shocked. “You know we can’t.” And she did know that - if they couldn’t even date openly they could never marry. There could be no paperwork, could be no rings or other tangible proof of their relationship. The texts and the calls were pushing it as it were; anyone that managed to break the security - which, in fairness, was quite strong – could potentially find their conversations - or, worse, the footage of him entering her rooms in Zürich - and piece everything together. “Yes,” Angela agreed, forcing herself to speak instead of allowing herself to lose her nerve and change the topic - or just disconnect the call. “I know we can’t, but — well, I just—” She sighed, exasperated with herself. “If we could, would you want to?” “Of course I want to marry you,” Gabriel insisted indignantly, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. “If I didn’t have so many enemies - if it weren’t too dangerous - I would marry you in a heartbeat.” It made her smile despite herself. After a moment, Gabriel broke the silence with the question she expected. “Would you marry me?” He asked, intense in a way that made her heart pound. “If you asked me, I would say yes,” Angela told him - because, if that were what he wanted, she would marry him. In a different life, Angela knew that she would happily wear his ring, because she loved him. “Well, you don’t have to sound so excited about it,” Gabriel said dryly, causing her to laugh. “I don’t need a ring to prove I love you,” Angela assured him. “But I would wear one, if it was what you wanted.”

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"i dont have a speech prepared and i'm not going down on one knee"

Literature Prompt #1, Jeff VanderMeer’s Annihilation

“We all live in a kind of continuous dream,” I told him. “When we wake, it is because something, some event, some pinprick even, disturbs the edges of what we’ve taken as reality.”― Jeff VanderMeer, Annihilation

Write about an event which disturbs your protagonist’s idea of reality. What happens? Do they change or hold on to the illusion? Or do they go mad?

Literature Prompt #2, A Canticle for Leibowitz

“The trouble with being a priest was that you eventually had to take the advice you gave to others.” ― Walter M. Miller Jr., A Canticle for Leibowitz

What’s a piece of advice that your character gives others but has a hard time following?

Quote Prompt

“You walk back into my life after three years with enough new scars to make a plastic surgeon drool, enough money to fund three drug cartels, and an inexplicable sense of inner peace that I didn’t think you would ever be able to achieve over a hundred lifetimes. Obviously I’m going to have questions.”

🍒 Prompt List (Pt.)

Olá! Aqui está minha lista de proposta de escrita. Sinta-se livre para pedir algo usando-as, apenas lembre-se de informar: O que é seu pedido (react/oneshot/headcanon...) Grupo, membro, gênero do pedido (fluff/soft/suggestive/smut...)

↬ Angst { 🌧️۫˖}

» "Nunca houve um nós"

» "Amor é um escolha, não uma necessidade..."

» "Eles perguntaram sobre você"

»"Eu estava bem sem você"

» "Pare de agir como se não tivesse levado tudo de mim"

» "Você não pode ficar?" "..." "Por mim?" ...

» "Pare de afastar todo mundo! Para de me afastar"

» "Você tá me machucando!"

» "Algum dia para de doer?" "Não, você só se acostuma"

» "Você algum dia ia me contar?"

» "Estou cansad. Cansad. das suas desculpas. Cansad. das suas mentiras. Cansad. de você!"

» "Suas desculpas não fazem doer menos"

» "Eu não acho que ainda te amo"

»"Você me quebrou, e eu não acho que tenha um jeito de arrumar"

» "Me deixa! Você sempre foi o melhor nisso de qualquer jeito..."

» "Eu the amo! Não, e você nunca amou. E nós dois sabemos disso."

»"Desculpe se não sou o que você queria!"

» "Dói?" "Eu vou sobreviver" "Nao foi isso que eu perguntei"

↬ Fluff {🌤ི}

» "Você cheira muito bem"

» "Voce é mais que isso pra mim...sempre foi"

» "Eu acho que você está bêbad." "E eu acho você bonit."

» "Me beija logo!"

» "Tudo o que eu sei, é que sou mais feliz com você"

» "É magia!" Não, é você."

» "Eu quero que você seja a primeira coisa que eu vejo de manhã"

» "Não se preocupe, eu vou cuidar de você"

»"Eu esqueci o quão bonito é o seu sorriso"

» "Você parece melhor nas minhas roupas do que eu"

» "Essa é a minha camisa?" "Não, essa é a nossa camisa"

» "Eu não quis dizer isso, mas é, eu te amo"

» "Alguém ja te disse que seus olhos brilham a luz da lua?

» "Essa vista não é de tirar o fôlego? "A vista é boa, você é de tirar o fôlego"

» "Você é a única pessoa que eu penso em dividir meus pensamentos, meus sonhos, futuro, café e vinho" "Wow! Eu sou tão importante assim?" "Você é tão importante assim".

» "Eu não acreditava em alma gêmea até conhecer você"

» "Tudo bem, mas você me deve um beijo"

↬ suggestive /smut {🌹}

» "Eu nunca quis tanto que alguém me fodesse"

» "Você é mais que o caso de uma noite"

» "Gosta do que vê?"

» "Você está gostos. e eu estou tentando não te beijar/foder até você perder até você os sentidos"

» "Você tem certeza? Uma vez que nós começarmos, eu posso ser capaz de parar"

» "Me obrigue"

» "O que? Isso é bom?"

»"Se nós formos pegos, eu vou colocar a culpa em você"

» "Eu realmente quero te beijar agora."

» "Você nunca vai me levar pra cama. Nunca." "Quem disse que precisa ser na cama?"

» "Eu sei que el. parece ser só pirulitos e arco íris, mas por trás das portas é só látex e chicotes"

» "Não me importa o que você faz, só me fode"

» "Eu imagino o que seu/sua (xxx) faria se visse o que nós estamos fazendo agora"

» "O que está fazendo?" "Eu vou jantar" "mas não tem nada pra comer" "Bem, não tinha nada pra comer na cozinha até você chegar"

» "Esse foi o som mais lindo que eu já ouvi"

» "Agora todos saberão que você é minha"

» "Batom fica bom em você"

🍒 Prompt List (Pt.)

Hi! Here's my writing proposal list. Feel free to order something using them, just remember to inform: What is your order (react/oneshot/headcanon...) Group, member, genre of order (fluff/soft/suggestive/smut...)

↬ Angst { 🌧️۫˖}

» " There never was an us"

» "Love it's a choice not a necessity..."

» "They asked about you"

» "I was doing fine without you"

» " Stop acting like you didn't take all of me"

» "Can't you stay?" "..." "For me?" ...

» "Stop pushing everyone away! Stop pushing me away!"

» "You are hurting me!"

» "It will ever stop hurting?" "No, you just get used to it"

» "Were you ever going to tell me?"

» "I'm done. I'm done with your 'sorry's', I'm done with your lies. I'm done with you!"

» "You're apologies it won't make it hurt less"

» "I don't think I love you anymore"

» "You broke me, and I don't think it have a way to fix it"

» "Leave me! You always bebbeeen

» "I love you!" "No, and you never did. And both of us know about it"

»"I'm sorry if I'm not what you wanted"

» "Does it hurt?" "I will survive." "That's not what I asked."

↬ Fluff {🌤ི}

» "You smell really nice"

» "You are more than that for me... you've always been."

» "I think you're drunk" "and I thing you're beautiful"

» "Just kiss me already!"

» "All I know, is that I'm much happier when I'm with you"

» "It's magic!" "No, it's you."

» "I want you to be the first thing I see in the morning."

» "Don't worry, I will take care of you."

»“i’d forgotten how stunning your smile is.”

» “you look better in my clothes than i do.”

»"Is that my shirt?" "No, tthatthats

» “i didn’t mean to say that but yeah, i love you.”

» “has anyone told you that your eyes sparkle in the moonlight?”

» "Isn't the view breathtaking?" "The view it's fine, you are breathtaking"

» "You are the it one I'm interested in sharing, my thoughts, my dreams, future, coffee and wine" "Wow! I'm that important?" "You are that important."

» "I didn't believe in soulmates until I met you."

» "Fine, but you owe me a kiss."

↬ suggestive /smut {🌹}

» "I’ve never wanted anyone to fuck me this badly."

» "You’re more than just a one night stand."

» "Like what you see?"

» "You look hot and i’m trying not to kiss/fuck you senseless right now."

» "Are you sure? Once we start, i might not be able to stop."

» "Make me."

» "What? Does that feel good?"

» "If we get caught i’m blaming you."

» "I really want to kiss you right now."

» "You’re not taking me to bed. Ever." "Who said it had to be on the bed?"

» I know they may seem like lollipops and rainbows but i bet behind closed doors it's all latex and whips.

» I don’t care what you do,  just fuck me.

» I wonder what your (xxxx) would do if they knew what you were doing right now.

» "What are you doing?" "I'm going to eat dinner" "but there's nothing to eat..." "Well there wasn’t a single thing to eat in the kitchen until you walked in."

» “that was the prettiest sound i’ve ever heard.”

» “now everyone’s going to know you’re mine.”

» “lipstick’s a good look on you.”

I miss you

Prompt:“I know its been months since we broke up but I just found one of your old sweatshirts in my wardrobe and its making me miss you.”

Pairing:Cordelia x Wilhelmina

Word count: 1092

Warnings: a bit swearing otherwise none

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She new that this was risky and probably absolutely stupid, but she didn’t know what else to do. It was all her fault, she was aware of that. And she was also aware of the fact that Cordelia probably already moved on and had someone knew by now. 

But there was this hope inside of there. This hope she never knew she even had. She wasn’t a person to hope, but she also always thought she wasn’t a person to fall in love with someone, still she did exactly that. And since it happened, the only thing that this love brought to her was hurt. Hurt in any way possible. 

She had been sitting in her car in front of the academy for the past thirty minutes but she couldn’t bring herself to go out there and talk to Cordelia. But wasn’t that exactly why she came in the first place? After a good fifteen minutes more she opened the door of her car and started walking to the big white front doors of the place that ones brought her joy and felt like home to her.

She gently knocked on the door and waited. It was probably just a few seconds but to her it felt like eternity. Suddenly she found herself looking in Cordelia’s eyes. The women who taught her how to love. The women who, for the first time in her life made her feel at peace. Until she fucked it all up.

“How can I help you?” She looked at her like she was a stranger, like they never met each other. Like they didn’t now they’re darkest secrets. Still Cordelia walked away and left the door open. Implying she could follow. And she did that, knowing not to bother closing the door. It would do that itself, or rather through Cordelia’s powers. 

She followed Cordelia up the stairs and into her office. With her cane it was hard keeping up with her so she didn’t answer the question until they were in her office. 

“I know its been months since we broke up but I just found one of your old sweatshirts in my wardrobe and its making me miss you.” Cordelia slowly looked at her.

“Bold of you to come here and say something like that to me, you are the one that broke up with me, remember?”

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Cordelia entered their shared bedroom and looked at her in confusion.

“Why are you packing? Where do you go? Not one of your business-trips again, cause I-,” she couldn’t go on cause she was cut off.

“No, not a business-trip. I’m leaving, I’m breaking up with you.” Cordelia looked at her in disbelief. That must be a joke, they were happy. She had no reason to break up with her. 

“You’re joking, aren’t you? This is insane, why would you break up with me?”

“Do I look like I’m joking to you, I’m fully serious.” Cordelia felt a tear fall down her cheek while she looked at her closing the suitcase.

“But, I love you.” She looked up, sarcastically chuckling.

“Stop pretending, no you don’t.” And with that she grabbed her things and left. What she didn’t see was Cordelia breaking down in the middle of the room and crying her eyes out. 

What she didn’t know was that Cordelia didn’t smile for nearly two weeks after that. It was Madison of all people who cracked the first smile out of her after everything that happened. And even though she smiled again it was rarer than normally. She wasn’t the same as before. 

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“I know that, but not because I stopped loving you.” It was out. She didn’t plan on saying it. It made her weak and pathetic. Crawling back to Cordelia, telling her that she misses and still loves her. But it caught Cordelia’s attention.

“What? If not, then what was the reason? You never told me, you just left.” Cordelia was hurt. It was obvious even to her. 

“I thought you would leave me one way or another and if I just left you before you had the chance to, it would hurt less.” Cordelia didn’t know what to say. Didn’t she know that she was her world?

“Are you insane? Why would I leave you?”

“Because I’m disgusting and pathetic. The way I stand her admitting everything to you, I can’t even live on my own without missing you everyday. I’m holding onto something I could never have. You are so beautiful, intelligent, funny and attractive. Everybody loves you. While I’m ugly and disgusting, no one loves me. They all just make fun of me. It’s been like that my whole life. Not even my own parents loved me. But you know what? I deserve it. Look at me. I can’t walk without a fucking cane.” 

Cordelia was shocked. She thought she knew the other woman, knew what she felt like, knew that she loved her. But she knew nothing. She felt so guilty for never having doubted her happiness. Or having asked her how she really felt.

“That’s not true. I love you. And don’t even start arguing with me. Because I do and nothing you say can change that. You’re stuck with me. You made my life better. You brought joy to it. And the girls were quite fond of you too. And why would you ever think that you are disgusting or ugly?”

“Have you seen my back?” Cordelia stepped forward and whipped her tears away.

“To be precise, no i haven’t. Because you just wouldn’t let me.” Cordelia slowly stepped behind her. She laid a hand on her shoulder and gently started to open her shirt. Cordelia could feel her tense up under the touch but she didn’t protest so she didn’t stop. 

When she had unzipped the shirt she pulled it down a little. Cordelia heard the other woman sniff quietly.

“You see what I mean now?” Cordelia gently placed a kiss on the other woman’s upper back and zipped the shirt up again.

“No, I don’t,” she turned her around, “you are beautiful. You disability or your back or your cane don’t change that. You will always be the most stunning and beautiful woman to me. I love you, Wilhemina Venable.” Cordelia took Wilhemina’s face between her hands and gently placed a kiss on her lips. She could feel that her lips were wet because of the tears she cried. Still it was the best feeling to be reunited with the woman she loved and thought she lost.