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[seaside-writings]

Prompt #787

"They're getting more powerful by the day; we have to stop them!"

"Is that even an option anymore?"

[museeofmoon]

*me after writing 1 dialogue for my oc*: enough work for today~

[bokutosbiceps-abandoned]

How abooouut “Can I paint your nails?” For Akutagawa? Thanks!

oh my god. this is gonna be so hard. it’s gonna take all of my wits to write this. you’ve ruined me anon. (nvm i know who you are now you little) this is gonna be more humorous than cute so prepare for semi OC aku :3

- Pocky

ps. i have never painted my own nails/had my nails painted so i dont know how this works

under the cut for length :3

Akutagawa

Akutagawa watched with furrowed eyebrows and a small downturn of his lips as you struggled to paint your toenails. It was his first day off in a while, and instead of spending time with him, like he’d secretly hoped, you’d busied yourself with this insignificant task. He sighed deeply, trying to catch your attention, but all you did was grumble.

“Ryuu, if you’re bored you can leave. Don’t be such a baby.” You turned back to struggling with your toenails and the bottle of colorful chemicals. Akutagawa rolled his eyes. He tried to come up with more ways to catch your attention.

Food was one option, but he was a terrible cook and ordering food would take too long. Sex was also a very tempting option, but one that had been used earlier in the morning. He fiddled with a ruffle on his shirt as he raked his brain for any other possible distractions, pushing away the distasteful thought that kept popping up.

You could offer to paint her nails. A tiny voice inside his head nagged. Akutagawa wouldn’t even know where to begin on that task. It seemed tedious and unnecessary and just altogether wasteful of time and effort.

C'mon, just do it. She’d be so surprised that you offered. The voice continued to push him until Akutagawa grabbed the armrests on either side of his chair, forced himself to stand up, and stride over to where you seated on the couch with your foot propped up on the coffee table. Akutagawa held back a grumble of disdain at your foot on the coffee table; had you even known where your foot had been?

Nonetheless, he slowly sat down on the couch beside you, eyes fleeting from your face to your brushstrokes on your toenails. He cleared his throat, which did nothing for him and sent him into a coughing frenzy; you eyed him curiously as he regained composure of his throat and settled back into the awkward silence. It was only awkward because you knew Akutagawa and you knew when he was turning something over in his mind.

“What’s going on, Ryuu?” You sighed, turning back to your toes. You’d only managed to get two done, two out of ten, but you were counting on it taking the whole day since you, too, had the day off.

“I’d like to make an offer…solely because I’m feeling gracious and somewhat neglected at this particular moment.”

“Neglected? What?” You asked incredulously. A small smile tried to curl its way onto your face but you used all the self-control in your body to not laugh at your poor boyfriend.

“You’re occupied with…that. And since it seems like you’re struggling…can I paint your nails for you?” Akutagawa asked with a slight blush on his face; his eyes were cast to the side and his hands were balled up in tight fists on his lap. You still used everything you had in you to keep yourself from laughing. He was just too adorable sometimes.

“Sure. But you’re gonna have to relax first.” You turned toward him so that your foot was resting on his thigh and handed him a paper towel. He took it tentatively, eyeing the small brush dipped in your favorite color that you were about to hand to him.

“Now, you just do small strokes…not the long strokes you usually do for calligraphy. Imagine that you’re doing really tiny calligraphy.” You instructed him. He held the nail polish bottle in one hand and the brush in the other, looking helplessly between them; he held the bottle up to his nose and stifled a cough–there were too many chemicals in that bottle for his lungs to handle.

Akutagawa got to work on your toes, trying to be as careful as he could to not get the paint on your skin. You both assumed that since he had long fingers and steady hands and a good head for concentration, he’d be pretty good at this. But after one toenail, nail polish was oozing down your toe and he couldn’t control his coughing fits as the smell of the chemicals got stronger and overbearing.

Akutagawa wanted to persevere, but between the smell, the sticky sensation of the polish that occasionally got on his own hands, and your stifled giggles, he couldn’t take it anymore. He shoved the bottle and the brush at you and stood up, knocking your foot off of his thigh.

“This is too hard! I’m going for a walk!” Akutagawa announced angrily, grabbing his sunglasses and heading out the door, shutting it behind him with a loud bang.

You giggled to yourself as you cleaned up your toenails and the small mess he’d made.

So this is what happens when he tries to be nice.

[panicrising]

prompt #3

“I’ve come to the harsh conclusion I was never meant to fight on my own. After all the wars I’ve fought and the guns I’ve fired, I can’t seem to sleep without having her next to me.”

[lily-mj-fae]

People should be mind readers and send me prompts for the ideas in my head so I have an excuse to write them instead of working on chapters xD

Snamione, Severus/Evelyn (my oc), Huna....Any situation, any ideas.

Just saying....

While I work on a chapter....

My box is just waiting for you xD

[panicrising]

prompt #1

“Your hands, they’re the meanest things to have ever touched my skin.”

[phanfic]

Prompt: any steampunk themed fic

[wtfmurphy]

can you do a ziall mini-fic where they are arguing and then very fluffy? x

Zayn felt lonely the last few days. Niall didn't pay any attention to him, and they where in a relationship. That was not how it should be, right? It hurted him Niall didn't want to spent time with him.

They had a day off, but Zayn didn't had anything to do. He just hung around in the tourbus, just doing things with the boys. Until Niall decided he wanted to go out.

Louis and Harry where at the club already, and Niall was bored and wanted to go too. 'Zayn, Liam, are you guys going with me?' he said happily. Zayn was on his phone, texting his family, but frozed.

'Yeah, I'm going, I guess,' Liam said, before hurrying to his own "room" to change.

'What about you, Zayn?' Niall asked. Zayn slowly looked up to Niall. He looked so innocent, and it was making him mad.

'Oh, go with Liam,' Zayn responsed. He was amazed by himself at how angry he sounded, but he meant it.

'Where are you talking about?' Niall frowning.

'Like you don't know that by yourself! You have been avoiding me for a fucking week, Niall, you didn't even talked to me, and now you are asking me to go to some night club with you? Shut the fuck up,' Zayn spitted. Niall looked shocked and just stared at Zayn.

'But - I didn't realize that-'

'Well, then I just - I just-' Now that all the anger was out of Zayn, he felt how painful this was. He looked at Niall and felt that a tear escaping of the corner of his eye.

'Zayn, don't cry!' Niall said, hurrying over to Zayn. He wiped away the tear with his thumb. 'I love you, I really do! Don't worry about that!'

'I just felt like you thought I was boring, or something like that,' Zayn said honestly.

'You are amazing, and you're not boring at all. I'll try to spend more time with you, okay?' A little smile appeared on Zayn's face.

'You better do.' Niall laughed and pressed his lips against Zayn's.

'I love you.'

'I love you too.'

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This was crap, but lol, thanks for the prompt :D