#prompties

[manwholovescabins]

Number 4 for the two aces!

4. kiss to the side of the head

When Dani goes down, Jamie immediately stops caring about the match they're in the middle of and starts running towards him.

When he reaches him, he zeroes in on his knee—his bad knee, he notices—which is visibly hurt, the skin scratched with drops of blood surfacing. He kneels at Dani's side and grabs the back of his head, tuning out every sound that isn't his boyfriend, who is wincing as he holds the sides of his leg.

"Dani," he whispers as Sam kneels by Dani's other side.

"Hey," Sam says in a similar tone, "are you very hurt?"

Dani shakes his head (as much as he can as Jamie is still holding it, at least) and answers, "No. I can play."

"You're sure?" Jamie asks, eyes searching Dani's.

Dani's pained frown unravels as he looks at him and is replaced by a smug grin instead.

"I'm Dani fucking Rojas," he says in a tone that thrills Jamie so much that his grip on Dani instinctively tightens. "Of course I am sure."

"Fuck yeah you are, muchacho," Jamie proudly replies, then presses a lingering kiss to the side of Dani's head before he lets him go.

[manwholovescabins]

number 18 for the two aces please and thank u 🤲🏼

thank you my beloved samda, i hope you like it!

18. putting a blanket on them

In his few months of being Jamie’s friend, Dani has easily figured out that Jamie doesn’t like to be home. Not because he wants to be out, mingling or partying or anything one might expect from Jamie Tartt; he seems to love staying in, watching a movie and eating take out, he just doesn’t seem to like doing it at his own place, or maybe he just doesn’t like being alone.

(Or maybe it’s a bit of both. After all, the one time they went to Jamie’s instead of Dani’s, Dani was almost shocked at how bare it was, how lifeless in comparison to the man who inhabits it, who seems to contain infinities.)

Fortunately, Dani loves company and he especially loves Jamie’s company, so he has no problem having Jamie over almost every day after training, to the point that they barely ask each other anymore and instead just start walking to Dani’s together as soon as they’ve changed.

As weeks pass, Jamie stays over longer and longer; he stays over until it’s dark outside, until both his and Dani’s eyelids become heavy, and for the last few days, Dani has been spending the last hour or so of their time together overthinking whether he should ask him to stay the night.

Every time, before he can gather enough courage to do so, Jamie stands up and says he should leave. (Every time, Dani wants to fight him on it, but he doesn’t.)

Tonight, though, that moment doesn’t come. Not when the movie they’re watching ends, not when they have nothing more to say to each other, both too tired to think of anything they haven’t already said, not when Dani starts to yawn every few minutes and the time when Jamie would usually leave has come and gone.

This time, when Dani looks up at Jamie, finally feeling bold enough to ask, he finds that he’s drifted off to sleep, or at least he’s almost there, eyes closed and lips curved in a peaceful smile.

Dani smiles and stands up, careful to be as quiet as possible, and grabs the blanket that he always keeps draped over the back of his couch. He doesn’t stop himself from looking at Jamie for a moment after he places the blanket over him; just as he’s about to look away, Jamie shifts and his eyelids flutter—they don’t fully open, but Dani feels his soft, sleepy gaze on him.

“Dani,” Jamie mumbles.

“It’s okay,” Dani whispers, helpless against the urge to tuck a runaway strand of hair behind Jamie’s ear. “Stay.”

Jamie hums, already halfway back to sleep, and shifts into a more comfortable position. He closes his eyes again and Dani allows himself to lean down and press a featherlight kiss to the top of his head.

[manwholovescabins]

Two Aces. 28. Go.

28. pressing their foreheads together

If Jamie could really have it all, as tabloids often like to say he does, he would kiss Dani senseless right on the pitch and loudly declare his undying love for the man who just won them the match.

Unfortunately, neither one of them can actually have it all, at least not yet, and those things can only be done in secret.

Still, he runs to Dani like it's the only thing he knows how to do, and Dani runs towards him like they're magnets hopelessly pulling each other in, like trying to resist that pull would be foolish and fruitless.

When they meet in the middle, Jamie grabs the back of Dani's head and fights every single one of his urges not pull him into a kiss. Instead, he presses his forehead to Dani's, closes his eyes and whispers something for only them to hear—for now, this will do.

[manwholovescabins]

i would also like an order of number 7 for two aces if u would b so kind!! 🫶🏼

you can have whatever you want forever!

7. guiding them with a hand on the small of their back

Months later, Dani will realize that it's probably not completely normal to remember the first time that his friend touched him outside of training or a game. Months later, he will recognize it as one of many signs of the fact that he's been in love with Jamie at least since the moment he saw him put an arm around Sam and toast to him, tape on his shirt and hope in his eyes.

Right now, though, he doesn't realize any of that yet. Right now, he barely registers the way his heart skips and his breath catches when Jamie puts a hand on the small of his back as they follow the other players into a club to celebrate a win.

He turns to Jamie and he must have a visible question in his eyes, because Jamie smiles tentatively at him and, pointing down at the ground, says, "Step."

"Oh," Dani smiles gratefully; he actually hadn't noticed the small step and definitely would've tripped over it without Jamie's help.

"Gracias, Jamie," he says as he steps over it.

"De nada, muchacho," Jamie replies softly. He keeps his hand on Dani for a few minutes longer than he needs to.

[manwholovescabins]

i have a challenge for you! 25 with jan maas/richard

aight bitch don't ever doubt me!! <3

25. sharing an umbrella

When Jan steps out of Nelson Road and sees Richard standing in front of his car, absolutely drenched under the pouring rain, he can't help the laugh that escapes him.

"You look like a wet puppy," he says when Richard turns towards him with an affronted look, and makes his way towards him covered by the umbrella that he, as the sensible man he is, brings with him every day.

"That is a very rude thing to say to someone in a crisis," Richard says.

"I said puppy," Jan points out. "Puppies are cute."

"Still rude," Richard says with a shrug, averting his gaze to look back towards the car, where his keys are laying abandoned on top of the driver's seat.

"Locked your keys in the car?" Jan asks and Richard nods miserably.

"And of course, it is fucking raining," Richard groans, gesturing to the sky like this was a personal attack.

"I'll walk with you," Jan calmly offers with a small smile, moving his umbrella so that it's protecting them both from the rain.

"It's out of your way," Richard points out.

"And that's alright," Jan shrugs. "If you stop trying to fight the clouds."

Richard finally grants him a small smile and says, "I'll do my best."

[manwholovescabins]

larryrama number 4 pleek 🤲🏼

anything for you my sweet sammy!

4. kiss to the side of the head

Larry is used to feeling exhaustion so powerful that he can picture it coursing through his veins; he's used to feeling tiredness in every cell of his body, like it's trying to tear him apart from the inside until he can't hold himself up anymore.

What he's not used to, though, is having someone to catch him—especially not in his room, not in this place that was never meant for anyone but him to step inside of, especially not when his bandages are off, a sight that no one but him was ever meant to see.

And yet, when his legs fail him, as if their last dozen missions and almost-apocalypses just caught up on him, strong arms momentarily made of lead easily hold him up.

"Thanks," Larry mumbles, the embarrassment audible in his voice. "Uh, sorry."

Rama smiles and shakes his head, though Larry can't see him, his eyes fixed forward like he's afraid of being seen by Rama in such a vulnerable state.

"You're alright," he whispers. He presses a kiss to the side of Larry's head like it's nothing, like he doesn't even need to think about it, like it's completely normal for his lips to touch burnt skin and offer the sort of comfort that Larry has never dreamed he might get.

"I got you," he adds, and Larry can't help but believe him.

[angstgods]

Decay

The air in their little cottage was still and serene. Nothing stirred in the dead of night. A mountainous ball of fur snored peacefully on the couch, coddling a hairless cat that appreciated the warmth of her friend. In the first two bedrooms down the hall, Stella was sprawled out on her bed and Akari nodded off over a book she was trying to finish.

Now rapidly approaching adolescence, the girls were more beautiful than ever. Akari had grown out of her fear of scissors and now wore her hair close-cropped pixie that brought out her eyes and opened up her face. Stella stubbornly kept hers long and blonde, even after Yuri had cut his to welcome a more certain foothold into adulthood– despite reservations concerning all the commentary he’d get about supposedly following Victor’s timeline yet again. Stella spent a lot of time in the city with him, having taken up bass guitar and the occasional photoshoot. She’d broken through Otabek’s tough exterior and often followed him to work on the weekends, pestering him on when he’d pop the question.

Yuuri, asleep in his bed, dreamed of when the girls were still babies and depended on him for everything. Now they didn’t need him as much. It was a sign of good parenting, but still… he missed them. He was getting older. He’d officially retired from competitive skating with Victor at his side. The world wished him good luck on his next endeavour and would miss him dearly. Yuri gave a small impromptu speech during the press conference about how much Yuuri had changed his life for the better, and he would miss his most worthy opponent on the ice. But teaching classes at the rink he owned was quaint and wholesome. He made a real difference in the lives of neighborhood children. When Victor wasn’t busy managing Yuri, and those free days rapidly increased with number after Otabek moved in, he would help with showcases and give the kids something to strive for.

Speaking of, where was Victor?

It was cold in the bed alone. Curled up into a ball, Yuuri shivered and pawed at the blankets beside him. His eyes peeled open just a little to see a vague sliver of light coming from the bathroom. Or was it, without his glasses Yuuri couldn’t tell left from right. Halfway through going back to sleep, a muffled heaving sound caught his attention. He thought he might’ve imagined it, but he heard it again moments later. He searched for his glasses when the heaving turned into breathless coughing and spitting. Yuuri jumped out of bed and rushed into the bathroom.

Hugging the toilet, Victor flushed the contents of his stomach with a trembling hand, but not fast enough for Yuuri not to see a worrying amount of blood swirling down the drain. He’d be surprised if there was even any food to mix with it, he hadn’t seen Victor eat all day yesterday. Mortified, Yuuri advanced but froze midstep when Victor’s hand flew out to stop him. He was short of breath, sweating, and exhausted, but still he smiled warmly.

“I think that’s the last of it,” he joked halfheartedly, his voice was hoarse. A small clearing of his throat turned into uncontrollable coughing. Yuuri hid his mouth behind his hands. “It’s– okay, Yuuri. I just– I swallowed a fly–” He spit more blood into the basin of the toilet, his expression souring to guilt knowing that Yuuri was watching. “It’s okay… I’m okay.” Victor moved to stand, groaning low in his throat as pain rattled through his bones. He broke a grimace with an innocent smile, laughing to himself. “The older I get the more of those sounds leave my body, I wish I knew why–”

“Stop it!” Yuuri suddenly barked, scaring himself. Victor stopped smiling, leaning heavily against the wall. Yuuri looked all around the room with panic in his eyes as he decided what to do. “Uh… Okay, get in the car.” Victor wasn’t following him. Whirling around, Yuuri wordlessly begged him to come with. “You are not okay, Victor. You need to see a doctor.”

Victor scowled, “no I don’t.” He detested going to the doctors, especially after Yuri’s spill all those years ago and the day they discovered Akari’s bee allergy. Yuuri had always assumed it stemmed from the loss of his parents, but there was more to it. “I’m just a little fluey. I’ll be okay in less than a week.” Victor insisted. “Let’s just go back to–”

“You think I don’t know?”

Victor froze. “...Who told you?” he asked lowly, anger simmering deep in his chest, but he was caught off guard more than anything.

“Victor,” Yuuri softened with a defeated shake of his head, “I’m your biggest fan. When you cut your hair, I had a feeling…” With a stressed sigh, he rubbed at watering eyes, and all Victor wanted was to put him at ease but it was so hard to move. His joints locked painfully when he tried to stand a little straighter, never mind cross the room. “You can’t breathe, you barely eat. It hurts you to even get out of bed in the morning. I see it, it’s everything he said to look for.” Yuuri choked, skewing his glasses to clear out his eyes. “You need a doctor…”

[angstgods]

You do NOT have to but can you maybe consider writing some angsty Saramila/Salami after Bell Toll?💞 I am in LOVE with your writing!! (Also maybe have an internet crush on you but whOOP IGNORE THAT) But you're doing amazing &keep up your good work b😊😊

SOMEONE HAS AN INTERNET CRUSH ON ME? ON THIS DAY?! 

y’know what yeah, i can maybe bang out something quick for you as like a prompt or something (: it probably wont be thaaaaat long unless the gods really enjoy it or the idea is good. i know i havent made this official yet (cuz i suck) but prompties are free and full on fics can be commissioned for a few bucks, havent decided yet. it’ll be cheap, i know mosta yall are kids and students and stuff.