#prompt 79

[writersisland]

“What are you doing? We can still win!”

“At what cost? Look around! How many more must die before you are satisfied? How many more children won’t return to their parents, left behind in unmarked graves?”

“But… We have to…”

“We have to do what is right. We’re not avenging anyone by leading our people into their death for our personal vendetta.”

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prompt #79

"Don't you know that the first rule of being kidnapped is to shut your mouth?"

"Don't you know that the first rule of kidnapping is to make sure that the person you kidnapped stays quiet, because they're probably using talking as a distraction?"

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Prompt 79

“You know how you like, have that evil laugh thing going on?”

A nod.

“Yeah, stop doing that. It’s terrible.”

[writingmyanxietyaway]

Remembering you | El Professor

Requested by anon:  Hi! Prompts 31, 39 and 79 with El Professor? Love ya Xx

Word count: 1k

Warning: angst, heartbreak, crying, memory loss

Note: not my gif!

This broke my heart in way too many ways omg.. I hope you like it, darling! Much love, Mer xx

#39 - “I’m sorry, but… I don’t remember you.”

#79 -  “Why are you whispering?”

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It all happened in a split second. One minute you were happily laughing at Sergio because he had ice cream all over his nose, the next you were bleeding on the ground. The loud screams of Sergio and people around you were dulled. You were numb.

‘If there was one thing I could never live without, it’s you. Please don’t leave me,’ a voice from your left whispered. You gently opened your eyes, but the bright light blinded you. You lifted your hand up, feeling some kind of weight lift off it, and covered the lights.

‘Why are you whispering?’ you asked. Your voice came out groggy and you felt the exact same. You head was pounding and as soon as you lifted your head you felt a sharp pain right above your ear.

‘Y/N? Oh my god I thought you’d died. I was so scared and there was so much blood. I’ve been here for so long, they’ve even offered me a bed next to you.’ A man next to you rambled on and on. You turned your head to look at him and saw him smiling through his tears. His eyes were bright red of all the crying he’d problably had done and his hair was a mess. He wore grey sweatpants and an old sweatshirt, stained with what looked like to be coffee. He reached over to you, but moved away. His smile was quickly replaced with a frown.

‘Y/N, darling?’ he asked. You shook your head and pressed the red button of the hospital bed. Soon enough a nurse came running in.

‘Oh thank goodness you’re awake! That’s the best news we’ve gotten this week. How are you feeling, lovely?’ she asked you while she checked your stats.

‘Like someone blew my head off to be frank..’ you said, ‘I’m sorry, but... I don’t remember you.’ 

The woman sighed softly while the still unknown man next to you broke down. 

‘Honey, that’s your husband.’ She placed the paperwork in the holder next to the bed. ‘I’ll let you two have some privacy. If you need anything, just ring the bell.’ She placed her hand softly on the man’s shoulder and left.

‘Are you really..?’ you dared to ask. The way this man was just collapsing right in front of you broke your heart, but you had absolutely no idea who he was. You were not trying to be rude or cruel, but it just didn’t seem right. You? Married? You would always laugh at those two words put together in a sentence, let alone actually getting married at your age.

‘Yeah..’ he whispered, ‘We had just gotten back from our honeymoon in Cuba.’ He looked up to you and you couldn’t help but feel sorry for him.

‘I do indeed love Cuba..’ you tried to joke, which luckily got him to chuckle as well. ‘May I ask what happened? If that’s too painful for you, I can just ask the nurse later..’ you whispered, swallowing the lump in your throat.

‘No, it’s fine. We were in Havana when someone opened fire. They started shooting around and you got hit. You got shot once in your head and once right under your collarbone. God, I should have protected you. We weren’t even married for a month and I already couldn’t keep my promises to you.’ He held his head in his hands and sobbed loudly. Your eyes darted away to your fingers, where you suddenly say the shiny wedding ring.

‘I’m sorry. I’m really trying to remember, well.. anything.’ you spoke to him. He looked up and smiled softly. You pointed to his hands, ‘May I?’ He nodded and took his hands in yours. They felt warm and soft.

‘It’s okay.. They warned me that this might happen, but I never expected it to be this hard. You really don’t remember anything? Not your birthday? Not when we first met?’

‘No, sorry.. The last thing I remember is our dog dying. And yet something tells me that everything after that.. is just.. not something I’d ever want to forget.’

‘Even with a bullet in your head you haven’t changed at all.’

‘Yeah, well, I try my best,’ you chuckled. His crying had stopped by now, but you could still see the sadness in them. ‘Old me did a really good job finding a cute husband, though.’

You both laughed at your joke, but a sharp pain in your head cut the laughter short. The man jumped up and held your face. It was the perfect opportunity to scan his features. Just like before his eyes were red and swollen, his bags were so big they could fall to the floor and the wrinkles around his eyes seemed to suit him perfectly. You couldn’t tell what it was, but something about him felt familiar. Whether it was his face or his behavoir, you didn’t know.

What you did next suprised both of you. You leaned up and placed a kiss on his lips. The kiss lasted a few seconds, before he pulled away.

‘We really shouldn’t be doing this, Y/N.. You’re not yourself. I-I can’t do this.. It would be taking advantage of you and I’m not like that,’ he said, sitting back down, but still holding your hand.

‘Then please, try to bring the old me back. I know I might not remember you at all, but clearly the old me fell for you. Hell, I even married you and that’s something I never saw myself doing. I don’t know what it is, but something makes me feel safe around you.’

You saw him think about it for a while, until a small smile played on his lips.

‘Well then, I’m Sergio Marquina, lovely to meet you.’

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Prompt #79

A: *singing* The hills are alive with the sound of silence.

B: I don't think that's how the song goes, honey.

A: Shut up, I'm freestyling!

[kittiegirl1616]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Free! Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Nanase Haruka/Yamazaki Sousuke Characters: Nanase Haruka, Yamazaki Sousuke, Hazuki Nagisa, Ryuugazaki Rei Additional Tags: Tumblr Prompts, Begging, Size Kink, Alternate Universe - College/University, Clubbing, Grinding, Dirty Dancing, Kissing, Boys Kissing, getting over heartbreak, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Size Queen Nanase Haruka, Top Yamazaki Sousuke, Bottom Nanase Haruka, Slutty Nanase Haruka, Daddy Kink, prompt 6, prompt 79 Series: Part 23 of Tumblr Prompts Summary:

Trying to get over his heartbreak, Haru and Nagisa go to a club to pick up some guys. What Haru finds will leave him ruined for any other man.

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Wrote this for @unholy-vengeance!  Hope you enjoy this and that the rest of y’all enjoy this as well!  Please let me know what you think!  Comments and kudos are very welcome!

[wonderful-prompts]

Prompt #79

They clutched at their head, trying to will the pain away. But the screams didn’t stop echoing in their mind.

[knightedwriter]

Prompt 79

“We have to keep our voices down,” the protagonist said. “They can hear us.”

“Who?” their friend whispered.

“The narrator.”