#/this was supposed to be a starter and it turned into a drabble

[themanagerisavampirex]

As far as Nani was concerned, there was nothing to worry about tonight. Lilo's birthday had passed a few days ago, they had spent the day together being besties, doing nice birthday things, generally having a great time. There was no indication, at all, whatsoever, that Lilo might have wanted to do something a little... bigger or that she was planning anything.

With that out of the way, things had gone back to the regular humdrum. Nani had left Lilo alone for the evening, which Lilo had said she was totally fine with. She and Stephen were maybe just going to sit and watch some movies, eat some cheese and crackers (a lot of cheese and crackers by the looks of the fridge...) and then Nani would be back later when they had probably fallen asleep.

That's what Nani thought.

That's what Nani assumed.

But you know what they say about making assumptions.

Her suspicions were raised when she got to the bottom of the road, downhill from her house; there was a distinct bassline carried over the night air, the first evidence that something was amiss (and very, very loud). The second thing of note was that there were way too many people walking up and down said hill. The closer she got, the more she hoped that they wouldn't make the final left turn toward her driveway and... they did.

A scene of horror unfolded before her very eyes as she pulled her car to the edge of the drive. There were cabbages!?!?! lining the driveway. (Honestly, that was the realest horror of the night. Who the fuck bought so many cabbages? Was this a deliberate attack? Did someone know about Nani's hatred for green veg?) It took Nani no time at all to realise what was going on.

And she was livid.

White hot rage flashed through her knuckles, up her arms, burned her ears.

First thing on the agenda was getting absolutely everyone out of her fucking house!

Then, oh, then, she would deal with Lilo.

[notasweetnightingale]

It was 2am. How the hell was it already 2am? How the hell was it only 2am? Deziree should have been asleep at least 4 hours ago! Beauty sleep was a highly valued commodity when you could no longer afford Botox and the 111SKIN Celestial Black Diamond Eye Cream. Why wasn't she sleeping?!?!

Ah, that's right. She couldn't. Her stupid brain would not shut the fuck up. Every time she closed her eyes, something else reminded her of another something else, and another, and another, until her whole brain was very, very, very loud and oh-- were those tears?

The 111SKIN Celestial Black Diamond Eye Cream couldn't even save you from those. Not from the tears, or the necklace, or the kiss, or Charlotte La Bouff, or that other blonde, or--or-- Maybe she should dye her hair? Go Kardashian blonde or something. Oh my God, but the box dye! Ew! God, her life was so over!!

What would her mom say? Did it matter what mom would say? Eugh, of course it matter. It had been so long, and still, as ever, Deziree did not know who she was without mom's heavy stare and marked words.

She was basically a failure, if mom could call her something. All that practise to get a man, get money, have status, and here she was barely making her car payments and hung up on a no-name boy who was (at least in Deziree's eyes) interested in everyone and anyone. God forbid mom finds out about the buttons...

The truth was, despite her personal failings, she couldn't stop thinking about stupid Travis Montgomery in amongst how absolutely desperate she was to just fall asleep.

She couldn't help but think about that kiss, hidden beneath a dark veil in the corner of a party, or the necklace that was stuffed in a box at the back of a drawer. She couldn't help but think about the coffee, or the car ride, or... Anastasia puking in the back of said car. Ew! Way to ruin the moment again, Stas!

Deziree could only hope there wasn't another phone call to go pick her sister up tonight, because tiredness and driving wasn't a good combo, even if she could use someone's shoulder to cry on. She sure as shit wasn't going to wake up Ella at this hour.

It was 2am and Deziree was exhausted. She was hysterical. She was delirious okay?! Deziree did the unthinkable.

She picked up her phone, found his name, and hit record on what was only supposed to be a short, to the point voice note. "Hey, this is--"

Sniff.

"--This is gonna sound really stupid, but, like, um, do you remember that, uh, that one time that you came by to pick me up because Stas was a riot and you were like hey, anytime, no problem bestie? And there was coffee and you saw my-- nevermind! Not that point. The point is-- I don't know what the point is. The point is! That-- Look, I know it's like 3am and you're probably sleeping or off, I don't know, like making out with someone or fixing a car or something but I can't stop-- I can't-- I can't sleep."

Just enough pause for a deep inhale.

"I can't sleep and it's driving me nuts and I don't even know what I'm saying or why I'm even making this voice note or-- no. No, I do. You said if I needed you I should call you and... I know this isn't technically a call but..."

And an exhale.

"But if you're awake, I wouldn't mind..."

And thus, the voice note went on for a further 3 minutes, becoming no clearer as time went on.

Whoosh.

Turns out, holding your thumb on the record button for 5 minutes is quite tiring and... whoosh! The message sent the moment her too-tired finger was released.

Gasp.

The post-send clarity was a bit too real...

Oh no! Oh no, no, no! That wasn't supposed to send! Shit!! Shit, shit, shit, delete, delete, please del-- It's fine, he's not online! It's fine, this is-- wait-- he's online, why is he online?! Why is he online at 3 in the morning?! Deleeeeete!!

Deziree's heart-rate spiked well above safe levels when the read receipt lit up blue. The only thing she could possibly do was send another voice note to make it absolutely clear that he should not listen to the first voice note! (He'd seen it, she couldn't delete it yet. Then he'd know something was wrong!!)

"DON'T LISTEN TO THAT LAST MESSAGE IT WASN'T SUPPOSED TO SEND IT WAS ACTUALLY AN ACCIDENTAL RECORDING AND IT'S NOT IMPORTANT!!!"

And another.

"You can just ignore it. Seriously! Everything is actually fine. Go back to sleep or fixing your car or whatever, just pretend you didn't even see anything. Bye! Goodnight! Fu--"

If her life wasn't already over, it certainly was now...

@but-theylovehim

[mysticalmallard]

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As I sat at the dimly lit bar, I could feel the weight of the world settling on my shoulders. The loud chatter and clinking of glasses did little to ease the tension. Suddenly, a soft voice broke through the noise.

"Excuse me."

I turned to see her standing there, a small smile playing on her lips. She seemed out of place in this rough-around-the-edges crowd.

Her eyes met mine, and I was struck by the warmth in them. It was like a breath of fresh air in a stuffy room.

"Can I join you?" she asked, gesturing to the empty barstool beside me.

I shrugged, trying to maintain my usual demeanor. "Suppose so."

She sat down gracefully, her slender frame contrasting with the worn out stool. We were a study in opposites - me, rough and tough, her soft and delicate.

We sat in silence for awhile , the tension between us undeniable. I tried to focus on my drink, but my eyes kept wandering to her delicate features and the way the light played off her skin.

Finally, she broke the silence. "You don't strike me as the chatty type."

I chuckled. "What makes you say that?"

She smiled, an air of playfulness in her eyes. "Just an observation. You seem like the strong, silent type. Not one for idle chatter. But for some reason, im attracted to you. And i was wondering how much longer we need to sit here in silence before you give me your number?"

I chuckled again, surprised by her forwardness. Most women were intimidated by my size and demeanor, but she seemed unfazed. If anything, she seemed more intrigued.

"Is that right?" I said, trying to maintain my cool. "And why should I give you my number?"

She leaned in a little closer, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Because I asked nicely. And because i can tell you're intrigued too."

I raised an eyebrow, not denying her statement. I was attracted to her, there was no denying it. But I wasn't one to let a woman take control. "What makes you think I'm intrigued?"

"The way you keep looking at me, for starters." She said, her voice soft but confident. "And the fact that you haven't told me to leave yet."

I couldn't help but laugh at her observation. She had a point. I had been sneaking glances at her since she sat down, unable to keep my eyes off her.

"Maybe I'm just being polite." I teased, a smirk on my face.

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[undreaming-fanfiction]

This is a very belated birthday drabble for the wonderful @unclewaynemunson, your Pat a Mat AU is ready, Anna! I hope you enjoy the ridiculousness just as much as I have.

One would think that once all of the Upside Down bullshit is done, Vecna buried, all of them alive, healed and with enough hush money from the government to last a lifetime, that Steve Harrington and Nancy Wheeler would settle down, find some quiet comfort in their potential careers and each other. There would be pleasant dinners, quiet conversations and peace they haven't known for a while.

One would think that. But that one wouldn't probably be familiar with their romantic partners, Eddie Munson and Robin Buckley.

See, Steve and Nancy come from picture perfect households. Eddie and Robin don't. So where Steve and Nancy have a certain sense of what should be done and how it should be done, Eddie and Robin have a) enthusiasm, b) creativity, and c) terrifying amounts of energy.

Which is probably why Steve and Nancy are here, sitting on a picnic blanket with a bottle of wine between them and two first aid kits ready. They are watching Robin and Eddie who took to gardening and are now doing their absolute best to uplift their garden to new aesthetic heights.

That's a lie. This isn't gardening, this is an Indiana plant massacre with garden shears.

"So now you cut off the top and it will bear the perfect resemblance to our beloved dingus!" announces Robin and slices off way too much of the bush. The poor thing looks almost dead.

Nancy leans towards Steve and whisper-asks why the two decided to create a bush statue of Steve between the two gates leading to their houses, but Steve doesn't have an answer. He just downs his glass of wine and watches the tragedy unfold.

It's always like this. Robin and Eddie come up with a home improvement project, get very creative and then Nancy drives them to the hospital while Steve and Wayne clean up their mess. It's lucky Nancy and Steve love them do much.

When a new half-secluded neighborhood was built in Hawkins, the four of them thought it was perfect. Two small and adjacent houses, two gardens that they could connect by tearing down the fence. No one to judge them for being in same-sex relationships, no one to stare into their windows. The expectation was that Steve would spend lots of time with Robin, the two taking turns using their single shared brain cell, but instead, they got...this.

In the last year, Eddie and Robin's project list included, but wasn't limited to:

A theoretically wonderful invention of an alarm clock that would open the window once it started ringing, letting in fresh air and sunlight. Nancy and Steve weren't sure how it was supposed to work, the two inventors kept their progress a secret, but they saw the results, a broken window, a wall clock the size of the ones found in a train station, three broken broom handles and a ball of tangled wire.

An automated lawn mower. That one nearly worked. Nearly. Eddie tied the mower to a stake in the ground and Robin taped the starter so it moved on its own - a bit too well. The stake was no match for the mighty mowster (coined by Eddie) and the four of them ended up chasing the runaway machine throughout their street.

An effortless pancake flipper. It didn't matter how many times Steve repeated that he doesn't mind cooking, likes it in fact, Eddie wanted his boyfriend to be able to get comfortable and to sleep in because his Stevie deserved all the comfort and perfection he could get. Steve only learned about this experiment when he came home to a pan tied to a drill, spinning and splashing batter everywhere. Robin and Eddie were blindly walking around the kitchen walls, batter in their eyes and muttered reassurances that the pancake menace would have to run out of batter. Eventually.

Back to the present and half bottle of wine in, Eddie and Robin finally understand that no matter how much they cut, they're not getting Steve's likeness out of the suffering bush. Nancy and Steve exchange a well-practiced look, sensing a dip in the manic energy of their beloved partners. They slowly lure them in, Steve with cold beer and Nancy with a fancy cocktail that Steve pre-mixed. Among cut branches, dead leaves and quiet that wasn't fooling anyone, Nancy kisses Robin's cheek and says she's really sorry their plan didn't work out.

"Oh don't worry, Nance," Robin smiles and there's something unsettling about the look she shoots at Eddie. "We have a plan B."

The next morning, Wayne visits them and is stopped in his tracks by a...thing. Probably...originally, once upon a time, it must have been a bush. The bush now looks like all of Indiana's herbivores stopped by and munched it into an approximately human-like shape. Not very distinct, but there's no room for questioning as there's a huge Steve head with a Scoops Ahoy hat taped over the upper part of the bush.

Half a year ago, Wayne would have been concerned. Now he's just mildly amused.

He makes his way to the Munson-Harrington house and gets a cup of coffee from Steve while Eddie's gentle snoring echoes from the bedroom. "So..." he says, "No loss of blood or limbs this time?"

And Steve, bless his heart, only snorts and pours himself the rest of the kettle. "That's what makes the thing outside almost bearable. It's so ugly but they were so happy when they managed to get the tape right, I just...I can't take it down."

Wayne nods, sipping from his mug. He too would do almost anything to keep his nephew happy.

But if he happens to accidentally knock into the bush, entangle himself in the tape and has to destroy the Steve Bushington in the process...it's definitely just an accident.

[browneyesandhair]

Hi. If up for writing a drabble/mini fic, here’s my idea=

Jily Drabble/prompt starter:

*Her arms wrapped around his neck, dragging up to claim his lips. *

Hi! 1 - Thank you for the prompt! 2 - I've been heads down with coordinating the Tomione Smut Fest and I'm just coming up for air lol. 3 - It’s been a minute since I dipped my toe into Jily. 4 - it’s October so I tried to add in a little pseudo-spookiness.

Prompt: *Her arms wrapped around his neck, dragging up to claim his lips. *

The air was chilly. Marlene and Black as bait wasn’t working. The two had gone through all the stages of physical affection in the ghost’s prime hunting ground.

Holding hands as they walked through the forest, pausing to hug each other and rub their noses together - Potter had snorted at the sight - and even making out against a tree. Nothing. The malignant ghost wasn’t biting. Lily and James were flying near the tree tops to keep a sight line but be hidden.

As Black led Marlene closer to where the last couple died, Lily felt a shiver run down her spine. She looked over at Potter his eyes met hers in confusion. She tilted her head to the ground and began flying lower until it was safe to dismount.

The hairs on her arm stood at attention, and Lily breathed out a cold fog. The ghost was near. But it wasn’t Black and Marlene it wanted. It wanted her and Potter. Setting her broom against a tree, Lily stepped in close and searched his eyes for any hesitation.

His hands settled on her hips and he pulled her toward another tree. As her back hit the bark, her arms wrapped around his neck, dragging up to claim his lips.

It wasn’t supposed to mean anything. Marlene would have caught on pretty quickly and backtracked to where they were.

There was a pained grunt from behind them. But all Lily could focus on was how soft his lips were. She fell into the kiss with him. The chill in the air was lost as she was surrounded by the warmth of his arms on either side of her.

The sounds of a struggle in the background faded away. Lily initiated the kiss and she was the one to deepen it. She kissed him. Lily kissed Potter. Analyst Evans kissed Hunter Potter.

Her hand rose from the back of his neck to card through his hair. Potter groaned into their kiss. He was constantly running his fingers through it, now was her turn.

“Evans! We’ve got it! I could use James’ help over here!” A voice pierced the bubble around them. Yet, Lily didn’t want to pull away from his enticing lips.

“Oi, Lily! Kiss him later let him help Black!” Marlene’s voice did the trick. Lily left her eyes closed for a second after they pulled away. James’ heat was gone from her from one moment to the next. The sound of a pained grunt forced her eyes open.

Black was wrestling the remains of the malignant ghost towards the fire Marlene was building and conjuring more kindling to keep it alight. Potter was hurrying across the wood clearing to help his best friend.

Something was wrong. She couldn’t pinpoint it yet but her senses were screaming at her. The ghost had been focused on young lovers after it had been tragically separated from its partner. She didn’t know why it hadn’t focused on the actual couple of their group - Black and Marlene had been together since Hogwarts instead it fixated on her and Potter, why?

While her team handled the ghost’s remains, Lily’s eyes darted over the clearing. Movement out of the corner of her eye had her hitting the deck just in time. An axe flew through the air to thunk in the tree bark she had previously been leaning against.

Looking up, Lily saw a second ghost hovering between her and the rest of her team.

It’s glowing eyes were locked on a single target: her.

[scorned-woman]

Drabble / Old Starter

“I know things are tough right now, when John and all.” More so everyone in camp is aware of it. They’re always fighting. Dutch does his best to keep the camp calm but in all honesty he just minds his own business. He’ll put on music or just pay no mind and read a book. Arthur is more of the one to keep things calm. He taught him right. He does the bidding and Dutch holds the fort. Nothing happens unless he approves of it and he’s taking notice that Arthur’s slipping. This task here? Sure he’d have Arthur go, check around Saint Denis but where’s Arthur? Galivanting somewhere without giving Dutch a word of what or why. That boy be unhinged. 

“I think it’s best that you get away for a while, so Hosea said he’d watch the boy.” His demeanor is soft, collected. He knew his next words would set her off, but he’d win her over either way. “You’ll be going into Saint Denis to find information, a score perhaps. Lenny was kind enough to grab Micah and you some clothes to change into..”

She cut him off quickly. Turning to look at him. “I am not doing this with Micah. Find someone else.” Tilly’s too young, Karen’s a drunk and Mary-Beth well… “You are gunna do this because I’m asking nicely. I ain’t got no one else who can deal with Micah, like you can.”

She extends her arm, throwing her hand out in the direction of Mrs. Grimshaw as if serving her a plate of food. “What about Grimshaw? She knows her way, don’t she? She ain’t got nothing to risk.” Already her tone gave the idea that Micah could kill her and honestly he could. True he’ll show some sort of interest but she knows the type he is. He’ll act all sweet then he’ll turn around and stab you in the back.

“Abigail��” Dutch doesn’t answer her. Instead he watches her cross her arms over her chest. “What I’m sayin’ is no, Dutch.” She’s a hard rock to push but he wouldn’t give up and he wouldn’t raise his voice. He wants to be seen as a father, someone they can all rely on, even if Arthur is doing different. Per Micah’s whispers. 

“Do it for me. This is all I ask. I haven’t asked anything from you the whole time we’ve been here. You’ve been nothing but great to this camp and to these people. All I ask is a few hours, just information. I’ve already informed Micah to behave.” If he didn’t behave, then Bill may have something to do. Just a light beating. The question is? Would Dutch allow it since Micah’s been more of a right hand than Arthur?

She hates everything about this. If only John was around enough to stop this little plan of Dutch’s. He could see her thinking about it and she gave a nod. It’s not vocal but it’s enough to seal the deal. A smile comes across his features. He leans inwards to her. “I promise you, one wrong thing he does..” Dutch coaxing the situation. He knew Abigail would tell him if Micah did wrong and especially her wrong.

Arms uncross and she looks for her son who’s hanging out with Hosea already. Bending down on one knee she takes him by the hand to take his attention from a few rocks and stones. “Jack, I gotta go do a little errand. You be good to Hosea. Make sure he doesn’t do anything he’s not supposed to and that he eats all his veggies, alright?” Jack, wanting to play more and not be spoken to by his mother, turns to her finally. “Okay, mama.” She stands once more and looks to Hosea who’s sitting on a wooden crate. “Don’t you worry, Abigail. Jack and I will be fine.” Reassuring. Not that she worried about Hosea’s words or actions. That was the thing she knew would be fine, it was being with this rat of a man for hours- being the main problem.

Walking back to her tent, Lenny comes forth with a dress resting across his arms. “Here you go, Abigail. Good luck.” Good luck indeed. She would rather be with Lenny than Micah. She didn’t care what people would say to that. He’s come a long way since Horseshoe but either way, it’s too late. She takes the dress and hangs it over her arm. Moving into the tent, she closes it behind her only to get dressed. 

It’s almost a ballgown, the way it flows on her. A muted blue as if the Lord took a piece from the sky and gave it to her. She had shoes that didn’t match but at least they would be covered thanks to its length. Her hair, she’d pull it out of the bun and brush it the best she could. Took her longer to get ready. Pulling a bunch of strands and moving it behind her head to form a braid. The usual look she has when she goes to sleep.

She didn’t want to leave the tent. To be honest it took her a bit to even think about leaving it. “Damn you John Marston.” She whispers to herself. Turning she makes her way out of the tent only to see Dutch smiling at her. “Beautiful.” She tries to smile at him but it’s soon leaving her lips only to see Micah. “Let’s get this over with.”

[manyothermusingsofmine]

Late Night Dishes || Drabble

Fandom: Xmen

Warnings: None

Wordcount: 1861

Summary: Only do things that risk messing up your sleeping schedule when you have the luxury of fixing it later or sleeping in. Or y'know, just go to bed at a proper time. Or don't. I'm not your parent.

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The clock at his bedside seemed to have been mocking him for the last hour or so, minutes slowly ticking by as sleep avoided the blue mutant all together. With a sigh, Kurt decided it was probably better to just get up for a spell instead of lying there desperate for sleep to take a hold.

Roaming the stairways and corridors of the mansion, he halted when he saw light coming from the crack in between the kitchen door and the ground; curiosity immediately asking who else was stalking about this late in the night... or early in the morning, depending on who you asked. Surely that called for a little investigation, so he went to look who it was.

"Miranda?"

"Oh. Hi, Kurt. Can't sleep either?"

Golden eyes looked at her up and down, noticing the bright green rubber gloves and the water in the sink as he did. That certainly raised a few questions, with one being the most important.

"Uh... why are you washing dishes at two in the morning?"

She smirked, setting the plate she had been cleaning away on a drying rack as she went on to the next plate.

"Well, the rule is that you clean whatever you use after 10 pm, so that's what started it. But, honestly, it’s also one of the few ways this here introvert can get some time to herself without use of my powers. So I figured I’d just clean everything."

He wondered if that was supposed to be a hint that his presence wasn't appreciated. He watched to see if there was anything else that gave the same hint; "... I can leave, if you want?"

She turned to him, her body language and expression softening at his offer. It came from kindness, out of an understanding that sometimes she really needed just a moment to herself.

"Nah, you can stay. For some reason, you don't drain my social battery as bad as the others. And I already had a moment to recharge."

"Who drains your battery so much that your only refuge is the dishes this early in the morning?" Kurt asked with a soft laugh, grabbing himself something to drink from the fridge while he was there, "want any help with those dishes?"

"No, thank you. Gambit, for starters; exhausting to be around, I swear."

"Honestly, I can never tell if whatever is going on between the two of you is just a joke or genuine animosity."

"Eh, it's pushing buttons in a friendly banter kind of way. People around here have even started calling it a sibling thing. And I guess it is, because there are a lot of unspoken, unwritten rules to it. There's things that I consider off limits to poke him about, and I hope he respects me enough to leave certain subjects on my part unmentioned."

Kurt just listened, his tail slowly swishing back and forth as he enjoyed the sound of her voice and the conversation they were having; it gave him more opportunities to get to know her. And he really did want to get to know her better; she intrigued him in a way he had never quite felt before with anyone else at the mansion.

"I guess that tracks; but with Rogue our conversations look a lot different. Do you have any of your own?"

"Siblings? Nope; I was a one and done deal; probably for the better too. Can you imagine if my parents had to deal with more of me? But in that regard, I guess I’m turning Remy into the older brother I always wanted. ... Don't tell him that, he'll never let me live it down,” Kurt couldn't stop himself from laughing a little at the face she pulled, before she turned back around to do some more of the dishes as she had taken a small break to just talk, “either way, I like him most when he sits still and shuts up for once- when he just idly shuffles that card deck of his in a way that has me convinced he's not allowed in a ten mile radius of Vegas. It's nice ambient noise, if anything."

"Hm: most people would say they like his charm the most about him."

"I'm not most people. I understand fully why it works on other people, but whenever he tries to turn that on me I feel like he's about to pull up a hidden video camera and tell me that it was all a prank. He's not- I know he's not being insincere; and yet I'm just not buying what he's trying to sell."

"... Huh," Kurt muttered, tilting his head a little as she turned back around while drying one of the remaining glasses, "it usually works like a charm."

Miranda shrugged, setting the glass aside as a little smirk curled around her lips, "Considering I'm as white as a slice of wonder bread you'd think some "Cajun Spice' would set me ablaze, but apparently not. Good for him to have Shadow wrapped around his finger, and vice versa, but I'm good without, thanks."

"Awh, now don't tell him that, you'll hurt his feelings. 'Ah, petite, must you wound Gambit so?'" Kurt mimicked Remy's voice to the best of his ability, placing a hand over his heart as if he got shot; only for the both of them to start laughing.

"We really shouldn't bully him when he's not here to defend himself, but he makes it so easy, huh? Also never thought I'd hear French in a German accent, but good job."

"Cajun French."

"Same thing, different flavoring."

Kurt just watched her for a bit, as she continued on what she was doing. There was something incredibly peaceful about this late night conversation with her, the silence of the mansion aside from the noises that indicated it's age a pleasant background to their talk. Even in the glow of the white kitchen lights and somewhat sleep deprived, she looked lovely. The gentle wave of her wine colored hair gave it volume, the way she carried herself as if she always knew where she was going, even the way she shifted her weight from one hip to the other; he couldn’t help but be captivated by the image of her. He shook off the thought, trying to not spin the conversation that way, though he made a note to himself to one day ask if that was her real hair color or not. 

"Oh; I also wanted to ask; what's with the gloves?"

"I'd rather toss myself back in front of a fucking Sentinel than deal with the feeling of wet food in a sink."

"Please don't. Ach, meine Freundin, it's no wonder Gambit is at the very least fascinated by you; you're such a walking contradiction. Polite, but drops f-bombs like it's nobody's business. Friendly, but fierce. Down for shenanigans and hijinks, but not so much flirty tomfoolery. Introverted, and somehow incredibly chatty when one on one in conversation." Dramatic and yet far more sensitive than she let on, but he decided to not add that to the list. The list of things that totally only had Gambit interested in figuring out what exactly she was all about. Truth be told, Gambit had made some notions here and there that Drifting wasn’t easy to get a read on; but it wasn’t him who really wanted to know everything that went on in that mind as deep as an ocean.    "I do appreciate your efforts to keep religious swearing out of your vocabulary. At least, around me."

"Seems rude not to."

"Mh. Anyway, I think sleep is finally starting to drag at me. Now, I have the luxury of sleeping in tomorrow; I don't know if you do as well. Try to not stay down here too long?"

"Eh, tomorrow is tomorrow me's problem. I'll regret it in the morning, probably but I'm almost done. Good night."

Miranda watched as he left, a slight smile still on her lips as he vanished into the corridor. No matter what, at the very least she had to admit to herself that Kurt was easy to talk to, and she appreciated that immensely. He didn’t seem to mind when her brain went on a tangent about something, and for once it made her feel like she wasn’t judged for how many thoughts actually bounced around in her mind.

She also should've heeded his warning, because morning came far too soon with how late she actually went to bed. Head on the same kitchen table that had been the scene of a late-night conversation, she barely reacted as Remy addressed her by name. The only indication that she had actually heard him was that she lifted her head up just enough to look at him

"Rough night?"

"That truly is a way of putting I saw it turn four am before my brain finally decided that sleep is nice, actually," Miranda responded, with Gambit making a soft noise as a 'yikes'

"Four hours of sleep ain't enough to have a day on, petite. Good thing for you that your schedule is relaxed today, so get some rest in between."

"Yes, dad," the tone of her voice as dry as it always was, she pushed herself back up and worried about her breakfast instead, with Gambit rolling his eyes a little- whether at her commentary, her choice of breakfast or most likely both she didn’t really care that much.

"I'm just saying. Oh, since you're here, Gambit won't be able to make it to our training session tomorrow at 11. Otherwise occupied."

"Geeh, I wonder by what. Or who. Anyway, neat, training day off."

"Ah, Gambit feared that would be your take away. Non, petite; you are still training. Took it upon myself to arrange another trainer for you, you shouldn't be skipping this early in the sessions."

Why did the idea of another to teach her sound so incredibly ominous coming from the deep voice of the Cajun? Green eyes shot his way, trying to get a read on what he meant.

".... Who the hell did you talk into taking over for you?"

"Funny you mention hell. Why, our dear friend Monsieur Wagner. And Gambit didn't talk him into anything; he volunteered."

If looks could kill, he would've been dead. And if looks could spell things out, this one was spelling out "oh, you bitch'

"Liar. Anyway. Great. Wonderful. In other words; you want me dead."

"What makes you say that, mon ami?"

"You're setting me up with a master swordsman; I am going, to die."

"Gambit's leaving you," he corrected, "in the capable hands of a skilled fighter and teacher. He's not going to kill you, might do something about that horrendous footwork of yours though. Either way it'll do you good, and you might actually learn a new thing or two about him."

"When I die in there, I'm going to haunt you first."

"Will you lighten up, Drifting? Look, just show up; that's all Gambit's asking of ya," and with that he ruffled her hair, laughing as she hit his hand away, "and try not to get too distracted, will ya?"

"Oh, fuck off."

[anxiousfanchild]

Annie and the Blue Fairy.

(*・ｘ・)ノ~~~♪

A/N: this is a quick drabble written on my phone. This is also little more than 100 words because I loved the idea and I accidently upset anon. :sob: I really didn't know how to end this, so I made it kinda silly at the end!

Requested by: Anon!

Warnings: N/A

Pairing: N/A

Annie was growing more and more frustrated. This thing- a fairy by the looks of it, was antagonizing her none stop! Asking her questions left and right, while she was just trying to cool down after a work out. Annie, with a huff, finally turn towards the creature.

"What?! What could you possibly want?" She finally spats out, hands thrown into the air in defeat. The fairy, who had a striking resemblance to someone Annie thought she knew, chuckled.

"Not much! I simply want to know about your childhood. Your education level to be more exact." She hums, wand tapping her tinted blue chin. "I also know when you're lying. So don't try to pull a fast one on me."

"Fine, ask your question.” Another chin tap and the Fairy smirks.

"Well, for starters, where did you go to school?"

Annie, taken aback, frowns. "I didn't attend school.”

The fairy chuckles and twitches her wand, causing Annie's nose to tingle, before a pulling sensation causes Annie to cross her eyes.

A gasp leaves her lips as her nose grows, a simple inch. "What the hell?!" Annie squeals, hands reaching for her nose.

"I said I know when you're lying!" The fairy trills.

"But I didn't go to school! My father found it pointless!”

Another twitch, another pull, and another inch was added to Annie's nose.

Annie, now more pissed off than confused, glares. “How exactly are you determining when I am lying?” She practically spats.

The fairy, on the other hand, was tracing her wand down the bridge of Annie's nose, a dreamy look plastered to her face.

“Just educated guesses. Which, I suppose you know nothing of, being uneducated.” the fairy teases.

Annie swats at the creature and her nose grows another inch. Then another. It was steadily growing while the fairy flicks her wand, a notepad appearing. She starts to take frantic notes, while the blonde grasps at her face, trying to get her nose growth to slow down.

“My nose! Fix it!” Annie shrills, nails scratching at her nose.

“Well, it's not quite a nose at this point, right?” The fairy giggles, taking another note.

“Then what do you suppose it's called?!”

“It's approximately twelve inches… its a foot!”

Annie, in another fit of anger, reaches to smack at the creature again. The fairy simply giggles, dodges, and poofs away, leaving poor Annie with a much too large nose, and a new found insecurity.

[ciaossu-imagines]

I SAW IT ON THE SCREEN - A BANDOU DRABBLE COLLECTION

Author's Note of sorts - I promise the next ficlet in Shouhei's collection will be coming next week, but I wanted to get out the next drabble collection starter in this series I'm doing for the high school delinquent!HOMRA AU! I hope you'll all enjoy the beginning of Bandou and y/n's story! - additional side note for a special someone: I got wayyyyy too self-indulgent and Bandou's y/n turned out nothing like she was supposed to but I hope it won't disappoint!

They always said high school was hell…

And honestly, you couldn’t agree more. Hell, you’d take it a large step further. School period had always been hell. You’d been the fat, weird kid since kindergarten so was it any wonder you’d become the frequent target of bullies, both in school and at home from your sisters? It didn’t help that back then you’d been unable to hide how sensitive you were, how much the words and the taunts and the fists had hurt you. How you’d been so unaware that all the tears and the reactions you’d given them only spurred them on.

But you’d learned, hadn’t you? You’d learned how to keep a straight face, how to put up the walls and hide behind a big, brash front? How to act like nothing ever bothered you, pushing all the pain and insecurities down tight into a little box you stored at the back of your mind.

And you put all that you had learned into practice now as you returned from the smoking area and approached your locker, planning to quickly grab your books and head to your next class, only to find the locker spray painted once again. Third fucking time this year…God, did people really have nothing better to do? You knew the school didn’t really take things like this too seriously, from your past dealings with them but hadn’t that sweet student council guy you’d hooked up with last year said that the student council did take things like this seriously and that this kind of behaviour wouldn’t be tolerated? You knew the student council was kept busy with those HOMRA punks…after all, weren’t those guys daily shenanigans and clashes with…well, everyone, always the talk of the school? While you didn’t really have many friends or a group of people you routinely hung out with, you still heard the stories and the gossip, especially since the supposed ‘hard-core gang members’ frequented the smoking area as well. Still, though you kept a poker face as you approached your locker, your stomach felt sick and your body too hot and you wished, though you knew it was pointless, that Enomoto’s words had been true when he’d promised you so earnestly that the student council would stop the bullying you faced.

Didn’t really surprise you though, his words being false. Weren’t all guys? Enomoto had gotten what he wanted from you and then, just when you’d been thinking he was different from the rest, he started avoiding you in the hallways, his friends almost glaring at you. Fucking men…all the same, you thought, your lip curling as you stopped in front of your locker, reading the huge words written on it.

‘FAT HOR’

Fuck, the illiterates can’t even spell the word whore right, was all you could think. You could hear the loud, masculine laughter right by your back, just a bit away, could feel the eyes on you. You only rolled your eyes, keeping your back straight, your head high, putting on a completely unaffected air as you spun your combination and yanked open the locker…

Only to be hit in the face with a cascade of something falling from your locker. Condoms, you realized quickly. They’d filled your locker with condoms. They’d even taken the time to unwrap them all, you thought, reaching up to pull a couple from your hair. These jackasses really did have no life to speak of, you thought, your eyes darting to the group of guys whose laughter and jeers had only gotten louder now, doing your best to keep your composure. Thank god their braincells hadn’t thought to use the condoms at least. Your back stiffened just a little as you noticed Hitoshi in the middle of the group, laughing the hardest. You really shouldn’t be surprised by the soccer star’s actions. You’d always known he was kind of a jackass. If only all his friends, sitting there laughing and saying such horrible things about you with him knew that how much he’d been Snapchatting and texting you over the past two weeks, sending you messages where he told you how beautiful you were, sending you nudes, practically begging you to just give him a chance. And gave him a chance you had, because in the end, even if you’d known how it would turn out, the chance to feel beautiful, to feel wanted, to feel good enough had just been too much to resist. You’d given him the chance in the back seat of his brand new Range Rover. If only his friend’s knew about how he’d called you gorgeous, told you how he’d never known anyone like you, how he thought he might be in love with you, how he hadn’t been able to keep his hands off you.

You still had his nudes on your phone and for a brief minute, you allowed yourself the fantasy of letting all the school know about his shortcomings, with all the visual proof of them. But only for a brief moment. You’d never do it. For one thing, you’d never stoop to their level and for another…well, you knew what public humiliation felt like. You knew what it felt like to be a laughingstock, to be the butt of people’s jokes. You couldn’t live with yourself if you caused someone else to experience that pain, your own moral compass and the soft hard you tried so hard to hide just wouldn’t let you.

What it would let you do though, as you grabbed your textbook from your locker quickly, slamming the door shut and brushing off any stray condoms, was flip them off with a big grin, just to let them know how ‘unbothered’ you were as you sailed on by them, head still held high, though you walked a bit quicker than normal, eager to get away from the scene. You tried not to think of how long it was going to take you to clean all those condoms out from your locker, how long it would take the janitor to clean your locker free of the graffiti this time, as you hurried along to your next class. You tried simply to focus on getting where you were going and to occupy your thoughts with the class ahead. You’d really been enjoying this computer science class, after all, even if it was a lot harder than you had thought it would be, and Mrs. Koyashi had mentioned that you guys would be starting a large project today that you were honestly kind of excited for.

You settled into your seat and tried to put everything out of your mind as the rest of the students settled in, ignoring any snickers or rude comments sent your way. It didn’t really work well though and you found yourself kind of only half listening to Mr. Koyashi as he explained the project, especially after he explained it would be a partnered project where both partners would be responsible for designing and coding an alternate to the school’s current website. You hated partnered projects with passion. You always ended up with the worst partners, who left you with all the work, and it always turned into a fight to get them to do what you needed them too or they ended up being assholes, even if they did do their work…you began sending up prays to whatever gods might actually exist to just grant you a decent partner this time.

Your ears perked up as Mr. Koyashi called your name, breath held as you waited to see if your prayers had been answered.

“And Miss y/n, your partner will be Mr. Saburouta.”

Saburouta?? The name sounded vaguely familiar in your memory, though you definitely could not put a face to the name or figure out where exactly you knew it from, though you tried really hard. You knew you knew it, but you were definitely drawing a blank.

Mr. Koyashi finished assigning the last pair of partners and, clapping his hands loudly for everyone’s attention, gave the orders to find your partner and begin brainstorming. You had no problems with brainstorming, ideas already flying through your mind, but damn if that huge blank was still there. You figured the best way to handle it was to let everyone else gather with their partners and see who was left. As two by two, groups drifted to the tables at the back, your eyes swept the room until it was only just you and one other student left at the desk. A light-coloured hoodie covered a head that was face down in a pair of jacket covered arms, the figure not moving.

Well, this had to be him. You swore he kind of looked familiar too, though your mind still wasn’t quite making connections yet. Since he didn’t seem to be eager to get up, you decided to make your way over to him.

Was he…no, he couldn’t be? But the soft snores you heard as you approached left it abundantly clear. This jackass was sleeping!!

“Mr. Koyashi!” you called out to the teacher. “My partner seems to be asleep. Can I get a new one?”

He glanced up at you, then down at the boy in the desk and then, much to your surprise, hastily averted his gaze back down to the papers on his desk as if he hadn’t heard you, completely ignoring your question. What?? Your mouth hung open a bit, completely thrown off. Mr. Koyashi was normally your favourite teacher, and you did not at all understand what was going on. A particular long snore reached your ears, and you turned back to the sleeping guy. Guess you were stuck with this jackass, and it was up to you to make the best of it. You knew just how to deal with this.

Reaching over to the desk on your right, you grabbed a thick computer manual and, raising it high, brought it down with a resounding smack on the desk, right in front of his arms. He startled awake, shooting up and looking around with a completely lost expression. His sunglasses were askew, the baseball hat he wore under the hoodie tilted too far up and you had a split second to think how goddamn cute this guy was before the horror dawned on you.

Now you knew why the name had sounded familiar. Right in front of you, your new project partner, sat Saburouta Bandou, part of HOMRA’s little gang of delinquents. You’d heard all the rumours, including the one that said that they killed someone and burned their body in the old junkyard, and all of a sudden Mr. Koyashi’s reaction made complete sense. You remembered being in the hallway last year when he’d tried breaking up a fight between that Yata kid from HOMRA and that gloomy, emo-seeming kid from the student council whose name you could never (like, seriously, would it kill that guy to smile?) and had ended up catching the wrong end of Yata’s bat. Poor man had been absent from school for at least two weeks after, something you mostly remembered because the substitute they’d gotten had ended up causing quite the scandal with another HOMRA member. No wonder Mr. Koyashi didn’t want to mess with Bandou, being a part of HOMRA.

Bandou’s eyes suddenly met yours over the tops of his sunglasses as you stood frozen in place both from shock and fear. Oh shit, oh no, what had you gone and done?!

“Hey, you’re pretty cute,” he mumbled, smiling up at you for a second.

You stopped breathing, body stiffening up as you waited for the ‘for a fat girl’ that almost always followed that sentence. But it never came. He simply fixed up his glasses and his hat and yawned, stretching before fixing you with that gaze again.

“So…what class is this?”

What.

The.

Fuck…

About fifty percent of whatever fear you were feeling disappeared, replaced by a sense of disbelief and the very loud thought that this guy was a complete and utter moron.

“It’s computer science. I’m your partner for the project and we’re supposed to be brainstorming,” you dead-panned, your tone betraying your thoughts very, very clearly if the expression on your face wasn’t already advertising it plenty.

Bandou nodded for at least a good minute before his eyes widened and, with a speed that you weren’t expecting, he was up off the chair and grabbing his bookbag, already two desks ahead of you by the time you realized what was happening.

“Where are you’re going?” you said, hurrying forward to tug at his shoulders. You could already feel the first stirrings of anger settling in. This jerk did not think he was going to leave you fully responsible for this just because he was a part of HOMRA!

“Gotta go. Promised Chitose I’d meet him during this class. You got this project shit, right? It’s too easy and boring for me anyway,” he said, shrugging your hand off and swinging himself out the door, but not before he turned and smiled at you and gave you a finger gun.

Any fear left disappeared under the huge surge of anger you suddenly felt. Who the hell did this jackass think he was? No way was he getting out of it this easy!!! And what kind of dork still used finger guns!?! You were not about to let him get away with this, no sirree.

“Oh no you don’t! Get back here you asshole, dammit!!” you yelled, already sprinting after him.

Back in the classroom, Mr. Koyashi just sighed and marked the both of you as absent. He seriously was not getting paid well enough to deal with this kind of shit.

[nothingunrealistic]

taylor mason, 32. underneath

32. underneath

“How come I don’t have one?”

“One what?” Lane asks Pununzio, as Taylor settles into the seat at the end of the row. “Dick?”

“If it’s balls,” Gibbs adds, “you’re supposed to have two.” Taylor looks around the auditorium to check again that yes, this seat is the last one left, and the only alternative to sitting with the other interns is standing in the back.

“You all have cards.” Pununzio gestures to the rectangles of black cardstock on the table in front of Gibbs, Lane, Willard, and the rest of the row beyond them. There’s one at Taylor’s place, too, but Pununzio’s is empty. “I should have one.”

“Look on the floor,” Willard says, unmoved from his phone.

“There’s nothing there,” Pununzio insists. “I checked.” Taylor surveys the lower rows; their lines of black cards seem to have gaps too, though it’s hard to tell for sure through the packed seats. “Can’t someone give me one?”

“No, go find your own,” Gibbs says, grinning.

“Come on!”

“You don’t know what they’re for,” Taylor says. “There may be a reason you don’t have one.”

All four interns stare at them, and Pununzio opens his mouth to speak just as Wags bellows “Hush up in the fucking peanut gallery!”, silencing the chatter in the auditorium. Axe steps forward, backlit by the projection screen.

“Millions of years ago,” he begins, “a meteor hit the Earth and brought on an ice age.”

He continues on about the K-T extinction, analogizing the current existential threats facing the hedge fund industry to the Chicxulub asteroid. No one dares to even whisper while he speaks, and every eye — nearly — is on him. Taylor can feel Pununzio glaring at them still, like their newly issued ID bracelet — not heavy, but unfamiliar enough to chafe.

“In the great expanse of time, we are already dead,” Axe says, and Taylor almost misses the very slight sound of paper sliding against plastic as Pununzio steals their card from underneath their nose.

The smugness radiating off him is unbearable. Taylor breathes in, breathes out, slow and deliberate. Two weeks. That’s all they have left to endure before they can leave this place and its people. Retain the knowledge, shed the rest.

The projection screen switches from the Axe Cap logo to a reflection of the auditorium, and Axe orders everyone with a card to hold it in front of their face. Taylor has a clear view of the sea of black rectangles, and of the few other bare faces — including Mafee, a few rows down from them, looking around anxiously.

“If this room represents all the hedge funds in business,” Axe says, “the uncovered faces are the only ones left in eighteen months’ time.”

Pununzio drops his — Taylor’s — card. “What?”

“Freakin’ idiot,” Lane whispers. Gibbs fist bumps her, both of them stifling giggles.

“That’s not fair.” Pununzio turns on Taylor. “You tricked me,” he hisses, though it comes out less venomous than whiny.

“No,” Taylor says lowly, underscored by Axe chiding Mafee about this being a “random fucking exercise!” down front. “No one tricked you but yourself.”

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I keep writing @headstrongblake short stories disguised as drabbles/starters and I'm so sorry lol [ king arthur verse - all kids ]

Something was different today. She could feel it, and she knew Octavia and Mbege both felt it too when she woke at the sound of the clanging bell and instantly sought out their eyes. Something in the air was different, and when the kids were herded out of the sleeping quarters, it was clear why. 

In all the time they’d been here, the Roman Army hadn’t ever visited. They were in training, they were told that all day, every day for the last four years. They were nothing, not yet, but if they survived the training they’d be warriors, a piece of Rome’s vast army. The older kids that picked up quickly, like Nick, or who had prior training like Octavia’s Styxx, they had already been allowed to work on specialities, to hone their skills in a way lesser trained or younger conscripts weren’t capable of yet. The rest of them just learned how to survive under the worst of conditions, learned to set aside hunger and exhaustion and pain and keep picking up a sword and keep swinging it. Bonds were the only thing keeping most of the kids alive. Those that didn’t find reasons to keep going quickly succumbed to the exhaustion and despair that seeped into every crevice of the isolated training facility.

Fox was the only one of her age group that had survived this far. 

When the kids lined up and it was announced that the kids were to be divided into smaller contingents for their final months of training, her hand immediately reached out to find Mbege’s. Chaos erupted as soldiers divided up the kids, some going quietly, some going loudly, some refusing to go at all. Bonds were all they had. Each other was all they had. They had no guarantee of food, or warmth, or shelter, or even life from day to day, but they had each other. 

She was called to one group, Mbege to a second and she looked to the others she’d grown to trust- Octavia was being led away from Louis, who was raging from where he was trapped behind the arms of a Roman soldier, Styxx was quietly conversing with yet another soldier, and Nick’s eyes were cataloguing everyone as a soldier went down his line, waiting to see where he too would be sent. She hadn’t moved, and a soldier came over to grab Mbege by the shoulder and shove him in the direction Octavia had been led, but Fox was close on his heels, chasing after him and twisted her fingers desperately in his shirt. “ No, no we can’t- can we go together? ” 

The soldier laughed, but his attention was distracted at a cry of fury from Louis’ direction as he took out the knee of the soldier holding him, quickly throwing his head back to slam into the soldier’s face. Get your hands off her- Octavia! The soldier with Mbege and Fox stalked away, drawing his sword and giving Fox a chance to bury herself against Mbege’s chest, pleading with him to let her stay with him. 

Mbege’s hands grasped her shoulders. He’d seen Nick be pointed in the direction that Fox was supposed to go, and desperately caught the other boy’s eyes, pleading silently for him to come over and get Fox. He pulled her away from his chest and held her by her shoulders as Nick trotted over. “ Listen to me- I’ll be okay, and so will you. Nick’s with you, he’ll watch out for you, and I’ll watch out for Octavia. But you have to stop- you’re going to get yourself hurt if you refuse. ” He looked up again, away from her tearstained face, sighing at the sight of Styxx holding Louis back and trying to reason with the soldiers for the younger boy’s life, and back down to Fox, pushing back toward Nick. “ Go with Nick, you’ll be okay. ” he repeats, looking up at the blue-eyed boy. take care of her? His expression asks. 

Once Fox is safely held in place by Nick, Mebge turns and walks his way to where Octavia is standing, deliberately not reacting to the scene her best friend and sometimes more is causing. “ Styxx’ll quiet him down. ” He reassures as he settles at her side. A quick glance ensures there aren’t any army eyes on them at the moment, and he leans in to bump her shoulder with his in an almost playful manner. “ Guess it’s just you and me now, huh? ” 

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⛸ + 🔁 : my muse to take yours ice skating. Ven. (reversed)

"Isn't it early?"

Not that it stopped people from decorating months in advance for Halloween. Temperatures have begun to fall to a crisp but was it really enough to bring out the skating rink?

Families of all sizes stand in line with excitement. Some of the children bundled given how strong the air continued to blast in the makeshift building. Had she not known better, one would've assumed it was on the brink of snowing outside.

"You know," Elbows lay on the edge as she took a breath; the ache in her legs returning now that the adrenaline had stopped. "I never pinned you as the skating type." Frankly outside of his 'ventures' and cooking, there is still a lot about Ven she didn't know. Did the man even have a hobby outside of tormenting others?

Now that she thought about it, when was the last time she bothered to do something like this? Ice skating had been a favorite of hers and yet she couldn't remember her last visit. Heck, the way her muscles screamed for a break were more than enough to indicate she was out of practice.

"Ugh, I can't take it anymore." Fingers pull the zipper free. A sliver of relief breathed out as she slid closer to the exit, more than ready to throw this thing to the side. Now to just find a spot to leave it and --

"Slow down!"

Small curls bounce as the small girl rushes near only to lose her footing when blades strike the thick rubber of the floormats. The stranger's voice cuts through her thoughts but on instinct, Lucia catches her. Any second later and who knows what sort of harm the young girl would have suffered if she landed anywhere near her skates.

"Didn't anyone tell you not to run?"

"Sorry about that, miss." His attention shifts over his shoulder to wave -- probably to a family member or significant other.

"No harm, no foul."

"Yeah, tell me about it." Tall stature lowers to near the child's eye level. There is no semblance she can see but maybe ... a niece? Step child or something of the like? "Now, go return the skates. We're late for the party ... unless you don't want to go anymore?"

A loud gasp fell from the girl's lips before she turned tail to the counter. Unfortunately for him, her little 'almost' accident long forgotten in light of, god forbid, missing whatever party she was looking forward to.

'Well that's one way of getting a child to listen.'

"Traffic shouldn't be too bad ..." Eyes dart down to his watch as mumbled words fall. Most likely to keep track of time now that the young girl was making quick work of undoing her laces with help of ... her mother? Sister? The woman seemed rather young but who knows nowadays --

"Careful out there." The words come quickly before she could register them. Not that she particularly cared as he departed to return to his family or whatever they were. Oh well, back to more important things: taking this damn jacket off!

Better yet, something cold to soothe her parched throat.

"Hey Ven!" Might as well ask if he wanted something from the little stand.

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"So?" Warm air strike them as soon as the door is held open. As ever, Nina happily licking away at her lollipop and her newly tucked in card to cash in for whatever prize she wanted once they made it back. She supposed it was kind of them to give her parents a break ...

"Didn't seem too worried." Lights of the vehicle come to life with a press of a button. No direction required as Nina hopped into the backseat and strapped herself.

-- Good. Less for him to deal with.

"And the twerp's injury can't be that bad if he's out skating." Let alone Lucia agreeing to a public place after his 'accident'.

"Want me to pay him a visit?"

"Not yet." Engine roars to life. A final glimpse thrown back to the building where his sister and whatever the hell he is, were spending their afternoon. "... but I'm tempted to have a few words with him myself."

|| @arcxnumvitae ||

[ua-monoma]

... Being back was strange.

Somehow, he thought, he must have convinced himself that it had all been a bad dream. None of it what ever happened, at the bar or otherwise, ever felt real... It all happened to someone that wasn't him, a different version of him, someone... darker. Someone accepted.

The thought made him guilty in an instant. Of course, he knew his rightful place. He knew who he was... but he also knew that what he had just done... what he had just partaken in... That wasn't the work of a hero. Only the scum of the earth would hurt his friends like he kept doing, time and time again.

So, here he was, back among them. After frowning at his surroundings, he had asked Kurogiri for a moment to get reacquainted, and to be alone... And, as always, Kurogiri had done his best to grant his wishes. Finally left to his own devices, he let out a sigh as he leaned against the counter of the bar, wondering if he'd have the time to sneak a drink before they finally talked. He could probably sneak it before someone else happened to cross his path...

[babblydrabbly]

Hihihohi! May I request “My clothes look better on you than they do on me.” with Rooster and his silly Hawaiian shirts? :ismine: uwu. Thank you, bb! ❤️

bradley "rooster" bradshaw x f!reader - smut - 600 words - warnings: touching. kissing. food mention.

My first top gun drabble ♡♡♡ Yayay! I know this prompt is supposed to be the morning after in bed but hear me out.

Brad catches the sound of the stereo in your kitchen blasting loudly as he approaches.

He slides the glass door to your little beach house open before shaking the sand and salt off from his morning swim, pausing there in the door frame.

The corner of his mouth ticks up at the sound of ABBA filling the house. And the sight of you, dancing in place, as you chop up something at the kitchen counter. Even with your back to the pilot, there's no mistaking the large shirt loosely hanging off your body as you sway and bob to the upbeat tempo. Brad chuckles and closes the door behind himself. He lets its slam firmly into place to let you know he's there.

You glance over your shoulder. "Just in time."

"What do you have for us today, chef?" Brad makes his way to the stereo first to turn the music down before saddling up behind you. You feel a large pair of hands rest over your hips comfortably- over the soft fabric of his worn button up shirt. His palms follow your hips as you continue to sway.

You suck the juice of something off your thumb and you catch the way the action catches his attention. You press back against him and crane your neck expectantly. Brad steals the taste of something herbal and rich from your lips in a swift kiss. Your pilot, on the other hand, tastes of salt and sunscreen- just like his warm, golden skin always does.

"Caprese eggs benedict with a side of roasted rosemary potatoes. How's that sound?"

The man whistles, glancing around the spotless kitchen. "How the hell do you get all that done in a couple of hours, huh?"

You shrug. Placing your smaller hands over his, you slide them both up your hips. "You've had your years of training, I've had mine."

Brad's smirk disappears, replaced by a look of quiet realization as you guide his touch up higher- slipping them over the bare skin of your breasts. You had dawned his shirt and only his shirt all morning while he was out. Brad's eyes flick up to meet yours already staring at him knowingly. He gives each breast a firm squeeze before surging to capture your waiting lips.

"Hungry?" You tease. Brad gives you a moment to turn around before scooping you up by the back of your thighs. You wrap your legs around his thick waist on instinct, your hands pulling his face toward you for another searing kiss. He groans when your bare core presses against the thin layer of his swim shorts.

Brad seats you on the counter and you laugh lightly as you push the plates way just in time. Your breath turns into a gasp, however, as the pilot pushes the fabric off your shoulders and exposes you completely. Brad ducks his head and wraps his lips around one of your breasts. You squeeze your thighs as his tongue flicks over the hardening nipple between his teeth. A moan tumbles out of you when you feel a sharp nip.

He draws up again with a roll of his hips. One of his hands presses into the small of your back, pinning your wet heat to the bulge you're seated against. Bradley's eyes flick over you- your neck, your chest- his brown eyes blown.

"Shit. My clothes look better on you than they do on me."

You grin, reaching between you. You pull the drawstring on his shorts loose and slip two fingers into the elastic, tugging Brad toward your again.

"Then lets take these off and see how I look in them after too hm."

morning after starters

[rp-meme-glaceon]

Isekai-ed!

Send a symbol and I will write a scenario, headcanon, drabble, or starter where my muse has been sent to another world!

🏰- Fantasy World. This place runs on magic and is home to fantastic creatures such as dragons and sentient slime

⚙️- Distant Future. A time where technology beyond our wildest imagination exists and trips into the stars are normal

📱- Today. A world that’s very similar to the one we are living in now…

🏺- The Past. A world only heard about in textbooks and stories. Chances are you won’t have much access to technology… good luck getting home!

☄️- World Beyond the Stars. You are trapped in a completely alien world. Except, in this case, I suppose you’re the alien here…!

⚗️- Alchemy World. This place might be similar to the Fantasy World or Today, except alchemy never really went away and is widely used for many reasons!

🐾- Animal World. This world is populated by anthropomorphic animals of all shapes and sizes living in a society similar to ours! A human might look out of their element here.

🍪- Sweets World. Everything here is made of sweet candies and tasty fruit. The ocean flows with soda and milk. Even the inhabitants are made of sugar! Please try to not eat them!

🐁- Creature World. Similar to Today or The Distant Future. However, everyone is dependent on personal magical creatures to get by. Some even battle with them! Upon entry, you get one for free! How generous

🧨- Battle Royale World. The inhabitants of this world are extremely aggressive and hellbent on killing you on sight! Guns, traps, and other weapons lie about, everyone is competing to be the last survivor! But what happens after that…?!

🧟- Apocalypse World. Everything has fallen apart. What remains of the dwindling population are constantly threatened with extinction by something very dangerous!

🪞- Mirror World. This place looks very similar to what you’re used to, except everyone you know is… different. Good people have gone bad, and the bad have turned a new leaf!

🌃- Ruffian World. Everywhere is a sprawling city. Graffiti, stray animals, and a foul stench are ever present here. It might be hard to find an honest soul, if there was one to begin with.

🌲- Wilderness World. Everywhere is an endless forest, host to many biomes and animals- both friendly or deadly. You might find a camp somewhere, if you’re lucky.

⁉️- Amnesia World. Everyone who comes here forgets who they are, no exceptions.

🍱- Cooking World. Everyone is obsessed with cooking and baking. And they’re extremely competitive about it, too.

🏢- Department Store World. Everything here looks like a regular old department store, or shopping mall, or supermarket, what have you. But there’s no exits. You’re trapped in a Capitalist hell…

🐊- Florida World. You have been banished to Florida for your crimes. You have one objective: Survive.

🦘- Australia World. You made it out of Florida World, didn’t you? Congratulations! You’ve advanced to Australia World! Objective: Survive.

🎃- Spooky World. Despite its frightening inhabitants, dreary atmosphere, and way WAY too many cemeteries, everyone here just wants to pull innocent pranks and have fun!

🎄- Gift World. This serene world is covered in a blanket of fresh snow at all times. Lit by glittering multicolored lights at night, the people here care only about gratitude and family. Might be hard if you’re a complete stranger, but everyone here is super nice! … right?

🌪- FREE SPACE. Make your own world!!