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The path isn’t a straight line; it’s a spiral. You continually come back to things you thought you understood and see deeper truths.
Barry H. Gillespie
RANDOM DIALOGUE IDEAS #17
Feel free to use any of these dialogue ideas in your writing. Be creative with the context!
"there's something I need to tell you"
"hold me"
"I'll meet you there"
"I've seen this before"
"you can't do that"
"I don't feel that way about you"
"I'm not sure about this"
"it looks great"
"I'll introduce you"
"let's try again"
"I don't like it"
"I want to show you something"
"that wasn't part of the plan"
"I don't know where it is"
"you're better than that"
"there's nothing to worry about"
"I would never do that to you"
"this is important to me"
"I was joking"
"tell me the truth"
Loving the Same
Severus Snape x Fem! Reader
Tags: Reader feels insecure. Anxiety. Miscommunication (kind of).
Word Count: 2.0k+
“I’m sorry…I can’t ever be her.”
The room was quiet.
There was only the occasional sound of Severus turning the page of his book every few moments or so. He was pretty mellow when he was winding down for the evening. His dark, charcoal hair was unkempt, which was fine considering that he would be going to bed before too long.
He had a good book in his hands, he was in a warm bed, and most importantly you were there with him. He was perfectly content.
But your mind was hard at work.
You were particularly quiet tonight, laying against his chest with his arm hooked around you so his hand could creep back to allow him to hold his chosen reading for the evening. Both of you were nestled into the soft mattress, wrapped up in the dark sheets and enjoying each other’s company.
Reeeemastered <3
Familiarity
Simon “Ghost” Riley x Fem! Reader
Tags: Nightmares. Panic.
Word Count: < 1,000
“Just stay right here.”
Ghost stirred awake, a quick and sharp inhale of air entering his lungs when his eyes snapped open.
It took him a moment to identify where he was. He had to re-familiarize himself with his surroundings before recognizing that he was in his bedroom, safe and sound from the outside world and the horrors that plagued his dreams.
His body relaxed when he comprehended this. A long, burdened sigh sounding from his chest that felt tight and weighted with false-alarm panic.
Double-Sided
John Price x Fem! “Peach” Reader
Tags: Angst. Momma Peach and Poppa Price fight in front of the kids.
Word Count: 4.8k
“I would’ve if you had let me.”
She had been at it for hours.
She had a side stitch from standing for so long and the splitting pain in her head was only getting worse with each passing moment. The stress and tension of the room didn’t help, but there was no way she was giving in.
She could do this all day, but it was beginning to take a toll on her.
Her brain felt like it was swimming in circles. The same movements repeated in her hand gestures and leg motions, and the same threats and words of venom spit from her mouth as she tried to break the man sitting in the middle of the room.
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What fanfic writers say vs what they mean. Btw.
I don't know if you write these stuff but
How about you're sick and severus have to take the baby or babies to the class for day?
If you're not okay with it,It's okay
(Sorry if this hard to understand,English is not my first Language)
Hope you're having a lovely day,thank you💕
A/N: Drabbles are closed, but this request made it in juuuust before I closed requests.
The joyful squeal of a baby caused a break in the silence of the classroom. Every head snapped up, staring at Severus as if they had just seen a ghost. Severus’ free hand came to the baby’s back, rubbing sweet circles to encourage his child to settle down to let the students work.
Not that any of them were actually focused on their work. They were too distracted by the babbling infant in their professor’s arms. To say that the students were surprised to walk into class to see Severus bouncing a baby on his knee was an understatement. Most of them didn’t even know that he had a personal life, let alone a child. They were avoiding asking questions, and they were trying not to stare too much.
Nobody looks good in their darkest hours. But it’s those hours that make us what we are.
Karen Marie Moning (via quotemadness)
“Well, the rain had stopped but the pain was still there.”
— Charles Bukowski
Beyond the Mask
Simon “Ghost” Riley x Fem! “Gecko” Reader
Tags: Minor injuries. Brief references of child abuse. Maskless Ghost.
Word Count: 5.5k
“You’re special to me.”
It wasn’t the first time that you had asked.
Every once in a while, you would make the same request to Ghost. It was a request that he always took with ease and understanding of your curiosity. It was a seemingly simple ask, but mutually understood that it was much more important than it seemed.
“Can you please take off the mask?”
But it was a request that he politely declined every time.
“No, love.”
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show, don’t tell:
anticipation - bouncing legs - darting eyes - breathing deeply - useless / mindless tasks - eyes on the clock - checking and re-checking
frustration - grumbling - heavy footsteps - hot flush - narrowed eyes - pointing fingers - pacing / stomping
sadness - eyes filling up with tears - blinking quickly - hiccuped breaths - face turned away - red / burning cheeks - short sentences with gulps
happiness - smiling / cheeks hurting - animated - chest hurts from laughing - rapid movements - eye contact - quick speaking
boredom - complaining - sighing - grumbling - pacing - leg bouncing - picking at nails
fear - quick heartbeat - shaking / clammy hands - pinching self - tuck away - closing eyes - clenched hands
disappointment - no eye contact - hard swallow - clenched hands - tears, occasionally - mhm-hmm
tiredness - spacing out - eyes closing - nodding head absently - long sighs - no eye contact - grim smile
confidence - prolonged eye contact - appreciates instead of apologizing - active listening - shoulders back - micro reactions
Call Signs
Simon “Ghost” Riley x Fem! Reader (Ft. John “Soap” MacTavish)
Warnings: Gunshot wound. Blood loss. Injury. Mentions of death.
Word Count: 4.6k
A/N: So I’m not totally sure how accurate some of this is. Also, I’m not sure if parts of this are canon? Read with caution LOL. Primary blog is @allixiler, so note that any replies from that account means that it’s me! Can’t make replies from a side blog SMH.
“Stay where you are. I’m on my way.”
Military call signs. Clever, crafty, and specific to the person they’re associated with.
There was one main, golden rule when it came to call signs: don’t complain about your own call sign, or else they’ll give you something worse.
Yours wasn’t exactly one that you were thrilled with in the beginning. It wasn’t as badass as you would’ve liked. If you had been given the opportunity to choose, you would’ve chosen something a little more…tough. But once the name stuck, you were stuck with it. You didn’t dare let even a single word of distaste fall from your mouth. If anybody caught wind of you complaining about it, they’d give you something to really complain about.
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Little Boots
Arthur Morgan x Fem! Reader
Warnings: Profanity. Emetophobia. Mentions of sex. Pregnancy. Tokophobia.
A/N: This is a part 2 to this one-shot, which was an unofficial part 2 to this one. So read this one first and then this one. Also, there may be some medical inaccuracies because I will be the first to admit that I do not know how pregnancy worked in the 1800s. Shoutout to Google for assisting me the best that it could….NOW TAKE THIS ONE-SHOT, YOU GREEDY BASTARDS!!!!
Word Count: 5.8k
“You’re going to be fine, sweetheart. You’re going to have your baby very soon,”
Something was different. Something had most definitely changed.
To be completely honest, you didn’t notice that something was off right away. It had been a gradual process, and one that had crept up on you until it smacked you in the face. The fatigue had been the first thing that you had noticed. It wasn’t unusual for you to be tired. You lived a rough lifestyle, and one that often took a toll on your energy levels. However, the heightened sense of drowsiness was new, and something that you noted as peculiar. While it was strange, it didn’t faze you much. It didn’t put much of a damper on your day, so you shrugged it off with ease.
It wasn’t until several weeks passed that you realized that something wasn’t normal. The fatigue had worsened and you were suddenly experiencing occurrences that were not the usual for you. Arthur had been the first to notice that you had been rather irritable. For someone who was usually so patient and so level headed, you had been acting awfully short tempered.
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Loud Mouth
Arthur Morgan x Fem! Reader (ft. Sean MacGuire)
Warnings: None.
Word Count: 2.5k
“We’ll put your intuition to the test tomorrow. For now, we should all get some sleep.”
“Hey. Hey, [L/N].” Sean bubbled, trying to get your attention.
You looked up from the hole in Arthur’s bedroll that you were trying to sew a patch of cloth onto, your eyes meeting the grin of the ever so eager Sean MacGuire. You, Sean, and Arthur were sitting around a fire, taking a load off from a long day of travel. Arthur was sitting against the base of a tree not too far from where your makeshift camp was set up, his hat over his face as he attempted to get a little rest before fully turning in for the night. He had handed his bedroll over to you when he realized that there was a hole in it, since Arthur’s sewing skills were less than polished.
“Yeah?” You replied, letting him know that you were listening.
“Whatcha think?” The overly talkative red-head inquired, tapping his foot on the ground of the Earth below him as he always did when he was jittery.
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wait omg reader is pregnant and poly!husband!marauders feel the babys first kick for the first time and they are all super emotional
Sirius Black x Remus Lupin x James Potter x Fem! Reader
Warnings: Pregnancy.
Word Count: 933
A/N: I just made this a short one-shot!
“Oh, angel, I’m so excited.”
“What the hell was that?” Sirius sat up abruptly, eyes snapping open with surprise.
“Hm?” You stirred awake from the nap that he had just woken you up from.
“I don’t know what just happened, but I just got hit in the face!” Sirius squealed, his line of sight set on your pregnancy risen belly.
Based on the way he was acting, you would’ve thought that someone had just seen an alien or someone had told him the centaurs weren’t actually real. The sudden commotion alerted Remus from the kitchen, where he had been preparing dinner for the evening. He wiped the flour from his hands with a red and white striped dish towel, one of his eyebrows quirked as to what Sirius was on about. Remus removed the gold band from his left hand to clean it of any remnants of the white powder.
Don’t waste the rest of your time here worrying about other people—unless it affects the common good. It will keep you from doing anything useful. You’ll be too preoccupied with what so-and-so is doing, and why, and what they’re saying, and what they’re thinking, and what they’re up to, and all the other things that throw you off and keep you from focusing on your own mind.
Marcus Aurelius (via quotemadness)