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narukoibito · 1 year
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Please: The first time A is drunk (before they begin to date B) They absent-mindedly confess
Apologies for the late response! I ended up writing over 1.5k for this prompt. Hope that makes up for the delay. 💛
When the Morning Comes
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Summary: Harry has a little too much to drink.
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The cheers from the crowd were deafening as Ginny climbed up the stairs toward the center stage. All the lights were blinding, but she could imagine her family in the crowd, her mum wiping her eyes and her brothers cheering. Her heart clamored in her chest as she approached Gwenog Jones and her razor-sharp grin.
Ginny’s eyes slid to the Rookie of the Year award in Gwenog’s outstretched hands, pride pulsing through her veins. She was just about to touch the gleaming trophy when the cheers melted into shouts as Ron leapt onto the stage, a crazed look in his eyes. He slapped the award out of Gwenog’s hands as he shouted incoherently.
“What are you doing?” she cried.
Instead of answering, Ron lurked toward her. The crazed look in his eyes made her jerk backwards only to realize she was falling. 
Ginny jolted with a gasp.The shouting continued to ring in her ears as she stared up into the darkness. It took a moment to realize she had not only been dreaming, but also that the sounds were, in fact, real. 
What in Merlin’s beard was Ron doing?
Pickles, Demelza’s cat, mewed mournfully as Ginny rose from the bed. She should have known that her first opportunity to escape from the Burrow to cat sit for Demelza, Ron would find a way to ruin it. Months living at home–all she had wanted was one weekend. One. Pulling on her robe, swearing in a way that would undoubtedly make the twins proud, she tramped down the stairs. 
“Ginny!” Ron bellowed.
Her Saturday was not off to the best start. 
The incessant banging stopped when she swung the door open. Choice curse words on the tip of her tongue, she stilled, taking in the scene. Her eyes slid to her brother. "What did you do?"
"Me? What did I do?" Ron spluttered, indignant as he sagged under Harry's weight, his best mate's arm hanging over his shoulder. 
From where he had his face pressed into Ron’s side, Harry erupted into giggles. The way his wire glasses were awkwardly pushed against his face couldn't possibly be comfortable, but you wouldn't know based on his wide grin.
Ginny gave Ron a pointed look. “Why did you show up here?”
Ron grimaced. 
“Hermione warned you not to try them, didn’t she?” Ginny asked in a flat voice. 
Harry seemed to perk up, looking around as if trying to locate where her voice came from. When his eyes landed on her, he lit up. “Gin!”
In no way did her stomach flutter at his childish excitement. That would be ridiculous because she was long over Harry Potter—had been since fourth year. So the fact that he was stupidly happy to see her did not add to his charm.
“Ron, it’s Ginny!” Harry moved toward her and promptly tripped. 
She lurched forward, but Ron yelped and caught Harry before he fell on his face. 
Ron grunted. “Help?"
If it weren’t for Harry potentially hurting himself, she would likely have left Ron to clean up his mess. Instead, she took Harry’s other arm, the two of them stumbling as Harry dragged his feet.
His proximity was completely fine. Not a problem in the least. She was only feeling flushed because of carrying half his weight. It had nothing to do with the arm looped over her shoulder, his side pressed right up against hers, or how Harry's face was close enough to her face that she could smell the alcohol on his breath.
Obviously, the sparks in her stomach were from irritation.
Or so she told herself.
"Why is Harry in such a state when you're fine?" she muttered as they trudged through the family room.
"George had these new magical cocktails he wanted us to try. I’m fine, but Harry seems a bit worse for wear. Giggly and affectionate."
“Ginnyyyy.” Harry seemed amused by her name and giggled, his voice tickling her ear. She shuddered, goosebumps erupting where the ghost of his breath had brushed against her skin.
This was fine.
He tilted toward ever so forward, close enough that if he moved closer his lips just might brush against her neck. 
 Absolutely fine.
“I love you.”
Ginny’s heart stopped. 
“Don’t worry,” Ron said, not sounding the least perturbed by his best mate’s sudden declaration, and blissfully unaware of how hard Ginny was willing her heartbeat to beat again. “He seems quite keen on telling everyone that, don’t you, Harry?”
“Ron! Ron!" Harry turned toward him with urgency. "You're my best mate, Ron. You and Hermione—everything you’ve done for me—I love you…I lovvvve...”
“Yes, yes, mate.” Ron patted Harry’s back. "Don't forget about the gallon you owe me."
"Fleecing him in this state?" Ginny rolled her eyes.
"Is Hermione here? I love Hermione too...not like that though, Ronnnnnn, Ron Ron, Ron-Won, Won-Won!" Harry dissolved into singing.
"He's going to be in a world of pain tomorrow." Ron shook his head. 
“Might deserve it,” Ginny muttered. For nearly giving her a heart attack. 
“He’s been a bit brooding lately. More so than usual,” Ron said. He seemed struck by a sudden thought. “Maybe I can help.”
He unhooked Harry's arm and deposited said arm on Ginny's other shoulder. She tottered backwards as Harry naturally leaned further onto her.
"Wait—what are you—"
"I’mma make him a sobering potion!”
“Ron—you git!" She buckled under the additional weight. "Don’t—”
But Ron was already bounding off to the kitchen. “I’m his best friend! He’s suffered enough, don’t you reckon?”
Merlin, that cocktail must have some sort of delayed reaction.
“This isn’t my kitchen!” she tried to remind him. The only response was a disconcertingly loud clang.
Fuck, Demenza would kill her if Ron made a mess. Say goodbye to any chance of a repeat weekend escape. Ginny started toward his direction, but Harry didn’t seem interested in letting her go. With Ron no longer holding him up, he had taken to draping himself over her.
"Ginnnnny," Harry said again in a way that made her chest tighten. He now had her head awkwardly tucked under his chin. "You're short.”
She glared daggers at his chest. "You're lucky you're drunk."
She felt him hum in agreement or pleasure or both. “It’s nice.”
"Maybe for you. Come on, you big loaf." Ginny dragged him forward, staggering left and right under his weight. Their lumbering journey was punctured by his giggles.
She meant to ease him onto the couch, but his leg caught hers and they both tumbled onto the couch in a mess of limbs. “Oof!”
Her head spun for a moment before she realized they were tangled together. The blood rushed to her face.
Ginny was not thinking of his weight over her, pinning her against the bed–couch, against the couch.
It helped that his elbow was digging into her side. 
“Harry,” she complained.
He peered down at her through his crooked glasses. His cheeks were flushed a rosy hue, stretched by a stupid smile. There was always something about him that made her insides go soft, and the way he was looking at her did nothing to help.
Seeing him so disarmed was dangerous.
"I, I suppose I should go help Ron before he poisons you." She shifted, but Harry held onto her. 
"Nooooo!"
Merlin, for someone so inebriated, he sure had a tight grip.
"Don't go," he pleaded in such a petulant way that she couldn't help but laugh.
"Fine, fine," she acquiesced, settling back. 
Damn that residual weakness for him. She had gotten over him ages ago. They’d become friends, close friends during the latter Hogwarts years, and even were now, several months since she finished her schooling. All the recent get-togethers were fine. Friendly. She’d be lying if she hadn’t missed him.
He let out a long, seemingly satisfied sigh before pressing his nose against the crook of her neck. Her heart drummed against her chest, but thankfully he was too gone to notice.
Was he—was he sniffing her?
"Harry?" Her voice hitched slightly.
"You smell like Ginny flowers.”
“What are Ginny flowers?”
He frowned. “That’s what I want to know. They smell good, like summer. Like sunshine, and Quidditch, and…Ginny.”
"I’ll take that as a compliment.”.
"I love them," Harry murmured into her skin. “I love…I love you.”
She closed her eyes. God, was he trying to kill her?
"Yes, yes." Ginny sighed, patting his messy mop of hair in defeat.
It was really nice that he included her in his list of "loved" ones. It was great that he thought so highly of her, that they were now such good friends. She knew she should be happy, and she was, truly. She was perfectly happy with their friendship.
Except. Except this was Harry.
Unable to help herself, she leaned into his embrace, a nostalgic longing swelling inside her. At least there was no way he would remember this.
He had gone quiet long enough that she had wondered if he had drifted off when he murmured something against her.
"What was that?"
"I love you," he whispered again. It was pitiful how much her heart responded to the words.
"Harry." She started pulling away in self-preservation. She wasn’t sure how much more she could take.
"I mean it," Harry breathed. Eyes heavy-lidded, he looked at her with such seeming yearning she forgot how to breathe. "I fancy you, Ginny. I love you love you."
Her heart was wildly tumbling out of her chest.
Harry fancied her? He was actually in love with her?
"You what? Since when?"
“Since stupid Dean,” he said, glowering at the name.
“Dean? Since then? All this time? Why didn’t you say anything?”
He groaned, dropping his head back against her shoulder. "Well, there was the whole Voldemort thing, an’ now you’re too 'mazing..."
Ginny couldn’t even begin to process this.
"Can't work up the nerve to tell you. Thought maybe I'd get a drink and do it tonight..."
He didn't seem to realize he was actually confessing because he curled up against her in apparent contentment.
"That's why you got sloshed?"
"Mmmmm."
"How'd that go for you?" 
"Eh, still scary," he said, his face scrunching up. "What if you say no?"
She was over Harry. 
Wasn’t she?
"What if I don't?" Her fingers gently threaded through his hair. 
"It'd be too good to be true,” he murmured, his voice tinged with wonder. A shiver ran through her.
"Harry?”
“Mmm?” He grew softer with sleep.
“Promise me you'll try?"
"Ok, but only because it's you..." He yawned and burrowed in closer. "Maybe… t'morrow..."
Ginny smiled into his hair.
Well, maybe tomorrow won’t be so bad after all.
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cheesyotpprompts · 1 year
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an OTP where Person A has always had trouble sleeping… Until they meet Person B, and can only fall asleep with B next to them 🥲
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dragon-master-kai · 1 month
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novelbear · 2 months
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loads of snuggles and hugs - comfortable displays of intimacy 🧸
prompt list by @novelbear
hand holding. hand holding everywhere.
sitting on the other's lap
^ the one being sat on having their arms snugly wrapped around the other's waist
eye contact at all times. even in small conversations. it says so much.
back hugs and everything in between
^ i'm talking the chin resting on the shoulder. trailing kisses from said shoulder allll the way to the back of their neck.
feeding them.
having those deep conversations together (whether it's personal or discussing future plans for eachother)
sniffing their hair and complimenting the scent of their shampoo
one being slumped against the other on a sofa, comfortably having the other's arm around their shoulder.
washing their hair for them
taking off their makeup when they're too tired
showering together
having a hand on their thigh or simply holding the other's hand while driving
massages after a long day
sharing a blanket. snuggled up together.
kissing something off of their face
sharing a drink, spoon, or food in general,
gently wiping tears from the other's face
leaving a peck on the corner of one's mouth.
caressing their cheek with their thumb (i would sob)
one getting something in their eye and the other trying to help by blowing it out (hands on the cheek and everything)
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promptsh20 · 4 months
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@promptsh20 brings you:
“Can we just stay like this?” A deep cuddling prompt list.
Digging at each others clothing in search of skin to feel even closer.
Tracing scars and pressing into beauty/birth marks.
Quietly waiting for their breathing to sync.
The silent agreement to only speak in whispers and murmurs.
“I’m sorry, I’m probably suffocating you.” “No, I don’t mind. If I do happen to suffocate, just know I died happy.”
Pecks and nose grazes over all areas of exposed skin.
“Do you want to cuddle?” “Yes, a million times yes.”
The small inkling of panic that the other may leave when they shift positions and then the relief when that’s all it was.
Falling in and out of sleep holding each other and admiring the other while they sleep.
“I needed this.”
Shared excitement over the prospect of a cuddle session after a long day.
One throwing their limbs over the other and the other holding them in place.
“I don’t really want to get up. I’m so comfortable right now.”
Rubbing gentle circles over the other’s back/lower back.
“Is this okay?”
Resting their head on the other’s chest and feeling completely relaxed by their heartbeat.
“I look forward to this everyday.”
Holding and cradling their face to study it, perhaps noticing something new. Something else to love.
“It’s that time already?”
Neither moving for hours, unless it’s to give the other a kiss or to move closer.
“Do you want me to hold you closer?” “No that’s not it, ugh—I just want to curl up inside you. Is that weird?”
Setting up or prepping a place together for cuddling purposes .
“Cuddling has never felt like this. I honestly feel like I’m melting into a puddle and my brain is mush. Or is it just this way with you?”
Heavily doting on each other, feeling lucky seeing the other vulnerable like this, even just knowing them like this.
“I’m sorry, I can’t do anything that’s going to take away from the cuddling.”
Helping each other find a comfortable cuddling position, it doesn’t take very long.
If by any means the other has to get up, a series releasing and detangling ensues.
“Oh my god, your such a cuddle bug.”
Being so wrap up in one another they forget about important bodily functions for example, hunger.
“Ah, there you go. Safe and sound, hm?”
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urfriendlywriter · 1 year
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affectionate things that makes me fall in love:
(tag me when yall writeee, feel free to use <3 @urfriendlywriter )
hugs. warm hugs.
when they accidentally fall asleep in your arms
just looking at each other fondly :(
holding hands !!
giving head or shoulder massages
when they're so patient, and understanding with you
cuddling and eventually falling asleep
when they're always giggling at your behavior
when it's hard for them to contain a smile, so they grin so wide it lights up your world >>>
the kindest "i hate you" followed by a contagious laugh
shifting glances all around the room when they get caught staring at you
the hand behind their nape, when they're embarrassed
they have never raised their voice around you, always talks softly
"I'm eternally yours, sweetheart" ^~^
when they lie on your lap
feeding you their cooking and hoping you'll like it
cheek kisses (can i pls evaporate)
adorable big eyes that widens a little when they listen to your rant keenly
the corners of their lips turning up before showing the most beautiful smile
the way their hair looks in the morning :')
when they play with your hair
gets shy or easily amused around you
says random "i love you"s throughout the day
the way their eyes crinkle when they smile
back hugsssssss
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pookie-and-cereal · 10 months
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Hurt/Comfort Dialogue
Some of these are found all over tumblr. And my apologies for not posting.
"Hey- no, no. It’s okay, cry it all out. I’m here for you"
"I’ll stay by your side for the whole time" "Promise?" "Of course darling, Promise"
"When’s the last time you actually slept?"
"Just breathe, it’ll be over soon"
"Everything will feel that it’s not okay, but— don’t forget, you’re not alone this time"
"I’m sorry—" "No, don’t be sorry. It’s not your fault"
"I’m here, and will be by your side"
"You can’t hide that fever from me"
"You’re safe now"
"Calm down, you’re burning up"
"I’m open for hugs, whenever you need them!"
"I know it hurts, but just hold on a little longer!"
"Let me take care of you this time"
"Stop pretending that you’re fine! You need first aid!"
"You’ve always been there for me, now, it’s my turn to be there for you"
"Why?" "Because you mean the world to me,"
"Listen to me! Fuck what they think! Because you are perfect! You hear me?"
"You’re not useless"
"Take these meds, they’ll help"
"I’m not leaving, okay?"
“Don’t pretend you’re okay. Please, don’t lie to me, because I know you’re not okay!"
Prompts
Making them warm soup, and taking care of them, as if they were glass
Asking them every two minutes if they need something
Holding their hand once the pain becomes unbearable
After a long day they’re burnt out, and finds their partner making dinner for them both
Treating to their partner/friend’s wounds
Giving them meds for the pain
Refusing to leave because you can see past them, and knowing they’re sick
Pretending to be fine after a small incident, and their partner/friend asks them what’s wrong, which flips the switch and they can’t stop crying. And eventually tell their partner/friend about it
Going out to buy their favourite snacks
Giving the other hugs
Not letting go of the others hand
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delusionisaplace · 8 months
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𝙨𝙤𝙛𝙩 𝙙𝙤𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙩𝙨
just some ideas i had | tag me if you use any | if yall want more prompts like this, jus drop an ask nd ill respond as soon as possible :)
B noticing that A is uncomfortable while they’re out, so they take A’s hand in theirs and say: “Don’t be worried. I’m right here.”
“Baby, come here.”
“Give me your hand.”
B giving A commands like “do this” or “go there” in a gentle, but firm voice.
B pointing at the ground before / gesturing for A to come over.
“Ask me for what you want.”
“I’ll do anything for you.”
“Let me show you how.”
B always wanting to be by A’s side, no matter what they’re doing.
“Don’t hurt yourself—be more careful.”
“Can I do it for you?”
“You’re mine and mine only.”
B always needing A to be within an arm’s reach.
“Where are you?”
B pulling A into their lap so they can nuzzle their nose into A’s neck.
B giving A kisses for no reason other aside from the fact they can and they want to.
“Did you eat yet?”
“Don’t let anyone look at you like that.”
“Come cuddle with me.”
B putting their hand on A’s thigh while they drive.
“I only care about you.”
Lifting A’s chin up and saying: “Look at me.”
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djoooosstuff · 1 year
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~GENTLE PROMPTS~
tickling you from the back before actually hugging you
knuckles brushing against each other and person a getting shy
hesitant glances at each other in a crowd
person a helping person b through panic/anxiety attacks
one small kiss before fully devouring the other person
THE SHY PERSON A INITIATING THE FIRST KISS ADJKSF
person a contemplating on whether to send person b a text
HOLDING HANDS UNDER THE TABLE
gentle ear rubs because person b knows person a loves them
knees touching intentionally and person a getting shy
person b complementing person a IN PUBLIC
PLAYING WITH EACH OTHERS HAIR
person a shyly playing with person b's rings while cuddling
small "shh' im here" when someone else is crying
FOREHEAD KISSES FOREHEAD KISSES FOREHEAD KISSES
pressing your foreheads together after a kiss
TRACING PERSON B'S TATTOOS kill me kill me now
holding hands while walking in a friend group
unintentionally caressing each other
SAYING I LOVE YOU BEFORE LEAVING TO WORK?? GIVE ME
acting foolish around each other
random flirty texts or hOrNy texts too
person b trying to cook person a's fav dish
DRUNK DANCING
lazy kisses that dont even count as kisses but you could live in that moment forever because LOVE
person a trying to keep person b still for a picture
MOVING PERSON A BY THEIR WAIST bye
person b winking at person a in public whILE A GETS ALL FLUSTERED
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dumplingsjinson · 8 months
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Hi! I don't know if you've done this already but will you do dialogue prompts for close friends who start having feelings for each other? Thanks!
List of “so like… I’ve got the feels for you. now what?” prompts 
“This song reminds me of you.” “…It’s a love song.” “Yeah, exactly.” 
“I think I might need to be hospitalised for possible heart abnormalities, or possibly cardiac arrest.” “What, why? Are you okay? You look okay���” “No, because my heart keeps beating the fuck out of my chest when I’m around you and I don’t know what kind of disease I’ve come down with and frankly, I’m really scared.” 
“You’re looking a lil’ different these days.” “Different how?” “I don’t know, I just… You look less shitty?” “…Wow. Thanks a bunch, that’s greatly appreciated.” “No, I didn’t mean it that way, damn it— I’m not the best with dishing out compliments.”
“Is it just me or are things a little awkward between us lately?” “What do you mean, nothing’s awkward between us. Like, at all! We’re, like, super cool buddies. What could be awkward about that?” “Everything about that was awkward.” 
“Is it weird that I’ve been wanting to hold your hand lately or…?”
“Someone’s been slipping notes into my locker and they’re so, so sweet and I wish I knew who has been doing this.” “Oh, yeah? That’s… That’s very nice of them.” “Their handwriting’s a little suspicious, though. Familiar, you know? They look kind of like yours.” “…Oh. Well, uh… That can’t be.”
“Who do you like?” “…You know them very well.” “Usually that’s not a very good sign but with you? That’s… That’s a great sign. Is it me?” 
“You asshole, you’ve stolen something of mine. What the hell? Who gave you the permission? The audacity.” “What did I steal?” “My heart, dumbass.” 
“You know, on second thoughts… I… We could be pretty good together, I think. I don’t know. I could be wrong. Or I could be so fucking right that we end up getting married and I whisk you away into the sunset and to our foreverland. The choice is yours.” 
“Okay, fuck, I’m not flirting for fun. This isn’t me being friendly, either. I’m flirting for real. I’m flirting to get cuffed. And frankly, I want to be cuffed by you.” “…Oh.”
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narukoibito · 1 year
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Prompt 15!!!!!!! (That might have been a touch too enthusiastic)
Too enthusiastic? Never!
Prompt 15: Stargazing together. A is actually smart and points out constellations, B just points up at the sky every so often and says, "That one looks like a penis" or something along those lines
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"What's the name of the ziggy one?"
"Cassiopeia," Ginny said immediately, tracking it on her star chart.
"Well done," Harry said, impressed. He grinned, leaning over to watch her write. His presence beside her made her warm and soft inside despite the occasional brisk evening wind up in the Astronomy tower. "How do you remember all of these?"
"Not all of us just putz around with our studies," she teased, knowing it would just make him smile. "That one's easy. It reminds me of you, actually."
"Oh?" He looked at her, curiosity shining in his eyes.
"If you tilt your head, it looks a bit like a lightening." She used to wistfully looking at the sky, seeing things that reminded her of him when her crush was all-consuming.
"Think about me, do you?" he teased.
Always.
"Careful," she warned. "You'll give me another reason for Cassiopeia to remind me of you."
"What's that?"
"Your hubris."
Harry let out a puff of laughter. She grinned.
"Fitting, Potter. I bet you think all the stars are about you," Ginny mimicked Snape's waspish drawl. He laughed hard.
Harry leaned back, smiling up at the night sky. She glanced at him out of the corner of her eye, an old habit even though now she could look at him without pretending that she wasn't. He always seemed to be smiling these days, his posture relaxed and at ease. Her heart skipped at the thought that maybe she had a little bit to do with that.
He pointed up at the sky. "That one looks like a penis."
She burst out laughing. "You're supposed to be helping revise!"
"Who came up with that bright idea?"
Ginny snorted. He grinned back cheekily.
"Hermione'll have your hide if you make me fail my exams," she reminded him.
"Nah," he said, his shoulder brushing against hers. "You're too smart for that." He tapped on her parchment. "What is the name of the penis constellation?"
"Gemini."
They fell into rhythm, taking turns guessing first or trying to make each other laugh. ("Blegh, Draco." "Looks like a sperm." "Or micropenis.")
"And that one...er," Ginny paused. They hand landed on a big cluster of stars that was incredibly familiar, but the name seemed to elude her.
"Orion," Harry said.
"Yes," she said, glancing at him in surprise, but his gaze remained focused at the night sky. The humor in his face had faded to something more somber, even a little lost.
She bit her lip and scooted closer, which seemed to draw him out of his brief reverie. He gave her small smile before averting his gaze, suddenly seeming interested in her star chart.
"What about Orion?" she asked, her voice light as she wrote down the name.
Harry hummed. For a moment, she didn't think he would say go on. "Orion. That was Sirius's dad's name."
Ginny scrunched up her nose. "Purebloods and their need to immortalize themselves with such names."
He laughed, humorless. "Yes."
She squinted up at the sky. When she found what she was looking for, she pointed with her quill. "There."
He followed where she indicated. He turned to her, his smile soft. The blue light from the stars above glinted against his wire-rim glasses. "Yeah."
His green eyes flickered down to her lips, his hand covering hers.
"Do you...think you've done enough revising?" he breathed.
Ginny smiled and leaned in, her heart warm and full. "I thought you'd never ask."
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cheesyotpprompts · 1 year
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“I'll choose you. No matter how hard it is. No matter what people say. Every time, I'll choose you.”
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im-not-projecting · 1 year
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how your otp can show affection (they don’t like physical & verbal affection)
feel free to use! tag me if you do ^^
leaves a ’good morning’ sticky note on the fridge every morning.
places a blanket when they fall asleep on the couch.
carries them to bed after they fall asleep. 
won’t show it but always listen to their rants.
looks at them every time they enter the room.
lets them borrow clothes without a word.
quietly assists them with their hobbies.
uses “<3” when texting them (RARELY but still).
pours their drink into their favourite mug.
ALWAYS their number #1 fan (remembers the small things).
gets their favourite snack every time they go grocery shopping.
makes their day easier (does chores they don’t like).
makes stupid puns/jokes.
sends them a “did you get home safe?” text.
remembers how they take their fav drink/dish.
no im not projecting. yes, no 🧍🏻 capitalisation.
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novelbear · 2 months
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Character A sees character B in a suit and has a small gay crisis over it? Perhaps? Love your prompts and all that you do!!
haha yes i can! and thank you <3
reactions to seeing them all dolled up 👔
"oh. oh my god."
"we need to go out more."
"woah."
"why have you never worn this out before? you look amazing..."
"you could stop staring now." "oh no, absolutely not."
"wait, where are you going?"
"you, hold on, since when did you, i didn't know you'd look..." "can you finish a sentence, please?" "how do you expect me to think when you look like this?"
"you're quiet. do i look bad?" "no. no, god, no. you left me speechless. in a good way, of course."
"why are you looking at me like that? should i fix something?" "no, you look perfect."
"i've never seen you blush so much. i can't look that good."
"you're staring at me. like a lot." "i am so sorry, we should go. come on."
"wow. just...wow."
"i don't know, i was thinking i should wear the other-" "no! this.. this um, you look great. trust me. this is fine."
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promptsh20 · 3 months
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@promptsh20 brings you:
“I’m not arguing with a sick person, I am staying. So deal with it sweetheart.” Caring for Sick partner prompt list.
Calling their parents, friends or relatives for any advice they may have on caring for their sick partner with their note app open or a pen and paper at the ready.
Pressing a hand to their sick partner’s forehead or neck then watching for their reaction, determining if they have a cold or fever based on whatever their partner feels is the temperature of their hand. 
“Can you please move that there?” “Yeah, is this better?” “Yes, thank you so much.”
Every time their sick partner thanks them, warmth spreads throughout their body. It makes them happy to know that their sick partner appreciates their efforts in trying to nurse them back to health.
Still holding and kissing their partner despite them being sick because a fever, cold or stomach flu etc. is something they’ll risk rather than having their partner believe that their something to be avoided.
Spoon feeding their sick partner. They just can’t possibly miss the opportunity.
Their sick partner worrying about things they have to do or get done and them easing their mind by offering to do it all.
“I feel horrible.” “I know sweetheart, I know.”
Their sick partner feeling embarrassed doing things like having their nose run or throwing up because they feel gross or weak in front of them and they find it so ridiculous, because if their doing well, nothing else matters.
“And I can’t think—wait why are you laughing?” “Because you’re half asleep and won’t remember this conversation later. But please, continue.” “Oh. Well, okay.”
Leaving the bedroom door open a crack if they have to step out. They’d hate it if their sick partner felt shut out or trapped in there. Unless their sick partner requests it closed, it’s left like that.
“Is it okay if I come in?” “I’d love that, come here.”
Binge watching shows and movies in bed all day and then discussing because that’s the only thing their sick partner is really able to do. it’s the best thing ever.
Overturning the house in search of the thermometer, finding it and ignoring the amusement in their sick partners eyes as they breathlessly take their temperature, because they know if they look, they’ll both lose it.
“I made it, is it…” “It’s nice, I like it babe, really.” “Wow, okay. Okay, good. I’m glad it’s good.”
Eating the same things or something similar to their sick partner so they feel supported.
Once aware their partner is sick, that’s the only thing on their mind while they’re away. Occasionally they’ll call their sick partner to check-in or ask them if they’d like anything while their out, trying to be productive with their thoughts, but ultimately? They’d just like to go home and be with them.
They’ve always felt protective of their partner but now that they’re sick, it’s increased tenfold.
“I wish we could’ve went.” “Hey, will go when you’re better, okay? How does that sound?” “It sounds amazing.”
Looking up their sick partner’s symptoms online then mentally bracing themselves in case a common cold situation escalates to a hospital visit, you know, a crazy curve ball like that.
“I’m being a real baby, aren’t I?” “You’re only noticing now that you’re sick? Kidding.” “Oh, as soon as I’m better, you’re gonna get it.”
Enjoying the way their sick partner’s head perks up or turns when they hear them approaching, like they couldn’t wait for them to get back from wherever they’ve gone.
“Stay with me?” “Of course, I’ll stay as long as you’d like.”
Moving whatever they’re doing into the room their sick partner is in so they can still be together. 
Making their sick partner laugh at how they linger around them. They’re bored without their partner, everything’s dull and uneventful without them.
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urfriendlywriter · 1 year
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gestures that gets me on my knees.
(feel free to use<3 the kisses ones are.. im- i-... yall better tag when u write these or else check under ur bed before sleep! :) )
lingering with your lips open, touching, but not kissing, and this one glance at their eyes and you say fuck it and pull at their collar to kiss them
heavily breathing after a kiss (damn ittitit)
gulping when they get a little too close
and not knowing how to talk or exist after they finish kissing you like they've been needing that kiss for a lifetime!!!
loosing your mind when they tilt your chin to look you in the eye
pulling them by their belt to kiss them>>
lazy kisses in the morning, that starts with a grunt as they pull you closer to them as you try to get up and lazily placing kisses all over face and ends with a hoarse whisper from them asking you to stay. fucjfuck
their mouth at your ear, whispering!!!
"give me a chance. to prove what i can make you feel." (ohmykgodks)
when they kiss you, hard, gripping, shaking breaths, fists in each other's clothes, against a wall, but they stop. and smirk, "you want that, love? i want cuddles though." and their grin is too wide, stupid and cocky and beautiful.
you're holding on by a thread and they sort of grin against your lips, mumbling, "just lose control, love."
that glance at your body with their eyes subtly widening, almost gulping as they take in your attire. fuck.
the lips are hot, soft, settling, nibbling and gasping, pulling onto each other for more and when you stop, they have their eyes closed, heavily exhaling, hair ruffled, and they look like the prettiest mess ever.
holding your hands above your head as they kiss you
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