#exactly 100 words!

[drarrypotterrenaissance]

Something Just Like This

Harry's happy right where he is. A 100-word drabble on friendship and turning down destiny in a coffeeshop AU For @harryjamespotterweek 2023, Day 4 (Friendship, Coffeeshop AU) Rated G, 100 words. Read on ao3 here

“Do you ever think what it would be like to be a famous superhero?” Ron asks. He’s been on a comic book kick lately.

It sounds pretty lonely to Harry, like too much sacrifice and pain, obligation you can’t escape from and a moral duty you never asked for.

“No,” Harry replies without hesitation. “It sounds exhausting. And superheroes only get sidekicks, not friends. I wouldn’t want to give you lot up.”

“Sap,” Ron says, but he bumps his shoulder into Harry’s anyway, and Hermione leans across their regular corner table to squeeze his hand.

“We love you too, Harry.”

[katyobsesses]

Fearless - for @gleedrabbleblog week 23

Rain pounded against the pavement - thunder rumbling, lightning flashing - and their laughter echoed through the deserted streets, creating music they couldn't help but dance to. The storm had caught them unaware, soaking through Mercedes' best dress, but she didn't care. In that moment - running, dancing, hand in hand with Sam Evans - everything melted away, all worries and fears disappeared. Finally under the cover of her front porch she shook, nerves returning as the rain soaked chill settled into her bones. But then Sam grinned down at her before pulling her in, smile meeting smile, and she felt fearless once more.

based on Fearless by Taylor Swift 💛

[aparticularbandit]

@inlovewithagathaharkness80 - you sent in the 💯 , so here are your 100 words.  :)

“Alright, loser, here’s the deal.”

You barely turn as Whitney places a hand on your shoulder, and when you do, it’s not to face her but to face Wanda, whose brows raise before she quickly glances away, carrying a paper cup of coffee and a warm chocolate chip cookie to the waiting customer.  “I don’t make deals, Whit.  Sorry.”   You shrug her hand from your shoulder and head to the breakroom with a cup of seasonal warm apple cider in your hands.

Whitney pushes the door to the breakroom so hard that it slams against the wall before swinging back.

[aceredshirt13]

the double-edged sword of old British literature is that there’s a solid chance it’ll feel gay but there’s an equally solid chance it’ll also feel racist

[maxinemaxmayfield]

For the STWG daily drabble prompt: alarm ⏰ (gen, 100 words, implied steddie)

“Eddie! Eds – wake up!” 

Steve’s voice rouses him from a deep sleep. His eyelids are too heavy for this shit. It’s gotta be the middle of the night. He rolls over begrudgingly. 

“Wha’?” he mumbles, eyes still closed. 

“It’s almost noon.” 

His eyes fly open, heaviness be damned. “But the alarm–”

“–Didn’t go off,” Steve finishes for him.

“But we were supposed to pick the kids up–”

“–An hour ago.”

“We’re dead.”

“So dead.” 

Then he hears it, getting louder, more than just the usual midday trailer park sounds he’s used to. Bicycles on gravel. Voices shouting. Bells ringing. 

Fuck.

[odetojupiter]

so, we know that abuse and victim responses to abuse are very central to aftg, but what i find interesting is how other characters respond to the victim’s reactions, especially when it comes to mourning their abuser. there’s something about kevin mourning riko, aaron mourning tilda, neil mourning mary, andrew mourning cass, thats so important to me because it really truly highlights how even when people are united through similar traumas, the differences in their situations makes it impossible to fully understand the relationship a person has to their abuser. neil, aaron, and andrew are united through the abuse, neglect, or - what the fuck is the word i’m thinking of? permit? condone? i mean, knowingly allowing it to happen and not intervening - stemming from a maternal figure. but neil can’t understand why andrew would hold on to cass for so long - he refused to let her go until aaron came into the picture. and andrew can’t understand why aaron would mourn for tilda, potentially viewing aaron’s grief as a betrayal of their promise. and they all ridicule kevin for his reactions to riko. of course, neil and andrew are also abused by riko, but they still can’t understand the complicated relationship between kevin and riko because, at the end of the day, they just weren’t there.

i mean this is primarily an observation but i really love how trauma and trauma response is depicted as nuanced, complex and overall just difficult to understand from an outsider perspective in the books. it reads as really real, and though it can be frustrating when a character doesn’t understand a different character’s response, you have to understand that their perception of said character’s response is warped by their own experience of abuse.

andrew bounced from home to home, never had stability, so obviously he held tight on to the first mother-figure that didn’t outright hurt him. his self-worth was probably low enough that he thought living with drake was a fine price to pay to keep cass.

neil only ever had his mother, and he’d willingly accept her harsh hands because he believed she was just keeping him safe from the very real dangers that were closing in on them.

aaron was dealing with an addiction, and so was his mother; he was equally dependent on her to avoid withdrawal as he was scared of her anger.

i don’t really have a point anymore but you get what i’m saying

[goodfish-bowl]

Tossed Aside

Ectoberhaunt 2024 Day 2: Robot

Danny supposed he could understand. His parents (or were they creators now?) had barely paid any sort of attention to him in life, why should it be any different now? He had never really lived up to their legacy as the genius innovators of Amity Park. To them, he was average at best and lackluster on average. So, it didn’t matter to him if he was really Danny Fenton or not, not really, because they had thrown him away all the same. It hadn’t been permissible to do that to a child but to an android? It was just fine.

Ectoberhaunt 2024 Masterpost

DP Astro-Boy AU 1

Oh boy, this AU idea popped into my head seeing the prompt for this day, and 'prompt'ly (ha) took me by the throat. Now, I don't really know much about the whole Astroboy saga, but I remember really loving the 2009 movie. I have so much already written down for this and it has me foaming at the mouth bot from the headcanons and the angst I've built in here. I'd like to do more drabbles and art for this rather than write it out, so this should be interesting.

[lazylittledragon]

do all of their songs sound the same?? yes. is that exactly why i like them??? YES.

[emlovessid]

november 29, together, 100 words unofficial jegulus microfics with @onehundredflamingos

“Regulus and I…” James says, fumbling over his words. “We’re…”

Together?

Together doesn’t feel like enough to describe them. He’s the first thing James thinks about when he wakes up, the last thing he thinks about before he goes to sleep, and every moment in between. He’s not sure that he believes soulmates are real, like in the books where they only see in black and white until they meet them. But if they did exist? Life with Regulus is technicolour.

He meets Sirius’ eyes then, knowing exactly how to explain what he’s been trying to say, “He’s my Remus.”

[greghatecrimes]

Okay. This has been in my drafts for months, and I’m finally sitting down to write it out. It’s so important (to me) that House is the one to call Chase “the prodigal son”, while Thirteen calls herself “the prodigal daughter”.

Chase would never refer to himself as House’s ‘prodigal son’. He was House’s first fellow; the relationship he’s had with House has always leaned more towards mentor/student. He looks up to House as a father figure/pseudo-god-figure by some arguments ("and by god, I of course mean you”) and oftentimes is the one ‘doing anything to prove House right’ (as pointed out by Cuddy in 4x01). At times he sees House as infallible. He lets House get under his skin; he gets sucked into House’s “vortex”, as Wilson says, along with Cameron and Foreman.

He would never be so presumptuous as to refer to himself as House’s ‘son’. that’d be kind of like calling himself Jesus. But House knows he isn’t a god ("god doesn't limp.") And House calling Chase his ‘prodigal son’, to me, is his way of saying, ‘despite all the crap I put you through, I really care about you and I’m glad you’re here. Thanks for deciding to come back.’ He’s acknowledging that no matter what happens between them, Chase will always be someone he respects and sees as one of his ducklings.

On the other hand, Thirteen has spoken to House like much more of an equal from the very beginning. She was never afraid to contradict him or argue with him. When he meddles in her personal life in You Don’t Want To Know (swabbing her water bottle and submitting her DNA for a Huntington’s test) she rightfully yells at him and enforces her boundary. She calls him an idiot over and over again in The Fix (and breaks into his apartment!) despite the fact that he’s her boss again. She even calls him a friend in Charity Case. No matter how much he tries to mess with her, she is the one person who never gets caught in his mess or blindly enables him the same way the others do, as Wilson points out when she leaves in s6. House knows that. He knows their relationship is unique. So of course he wouldn’t refer to her the same way he refers to Chase (prodigal son/prodigal daughter). He also wouldn’t go out of his way to refer to her as a ‘daughter’ because he doesn’t want her to think that he looks down on her, or sees her as lesser/on a lower level (“Yes, I think that little of you and that much of me.”)

Throughout the series, he repeatedly never puts a label on their relationship. So for Thirteen to refer to HERSELF as ‘the prodigal daughter’, she’s 1) reaffirming to House that she cares about him, the same way she did in Charity Case, and the same way House did for her when he promised to kill her in The Dig; and 2) finally acknowledging that she does see House as a father-figure/mentor, and not only a friend or an equal. Part of the shock in House’s expression after their conversation in Holding On is from her saying “and you don’t even like me that much”; but I think the rest of it is from her referring to herself as House’s prodigal daughter. She’s telling him, ‘I’ve never put up with your crap, and I won’t start now. But I care about you a lot, and you are important to me. You’re my friend, but you’re also like a father/mentor to me. Even though I’ve left to go my own way, for the rest of my life I’ll always be one of your ducklings/fellows, and I’m grateful for that.’

[bberetd]

56 with the Bros? 😎

coming right up 👩🏾‍🍳✨

the bros’ first adventure together!

56. Would you just hold still?

How could you call yourself a Mario brother?

Mario and Luigi were in hiding, preparing to time their strike against the enemy. Up until now, Luigi didn’t even know how he was still alive. He felt like he’d half-assed the entire adventure, just barely dodging attacks, getting hits, or Mario saving him at the last second. He wouldn’t even blame Mario if he was fed up by him.

This is why he leaves you at home. You’re too accident prone. You’re always endangering the both of you.

The only other adventure Luigi had been on was that unsettling mansion a while back. He tried using the same coping mechanism to calm his nerves throughout the journey — humming — but unfortunately, it only worked within the so-called comfort of a home. Instead, he was left with trembling beside Mario, clutching his head in a desperate attempt to ground himself while Mario, always so brave, looked on for danger or their target.

Stop shaking, stop whimpering, stop being a coward. Just hold still! Hold still, hold still, hold still, hold-

Luigi’s inner voice was interrupted when he felt familiar hands cover his own. Gently, those hands turned his head so their foreheads could press together. That was all it took for Luigi to settle — familiarity, warmth, solidity. After a few deep breaths, the brothers simultaneously opened their eyes, both mirroring the alertness for the current situation, but the overriding gentleness and love felt for each other.

We’ll be okay, as long as you’re with me.

They parted a few seconds later, sharing a firm nod before heading into battle.

(@silenzahra I did a Mario and Luigi!!!!!!!)

[dead-girl-tells-stories]

DP x DC Drabble

When I was younger, I used to make paper stars. I would make thousands of them. I can still remember the night my mother snuck into my room and showed me how to make them and the joy I felt when I realized I could finally touch the stars. 

Of course, Grandfather didn’t like them and burned them in front of me whenever he found them. But I didn’t stop. I made more and more. In the time between training, I was supposed to eat and sleep. I made them till my fingers were sore and it hurt to touch. I made them till I could make no more. 

I find it amazing how as a child, I longed to touch what I could not reach. But now, if I wanted to, I could hold all the stars in the universe in my grasp.

[0sbrain]

i think one of my least favorite troupes in tf2 fanfics has to be scout finds x and y are dating and freaks out/starts being openly homophobic towards them because "canon typical homophobia"

they are mercenaries. fucking contract killers. do you think anyone gives a flying fuck about homosexuality being illegal? you see, they are ok with murder and gruesome violence, HOWEVER they draw the line at two men holding hands because the words on the paper say it's a no no

he would probably tease them because, that's normal that's what friends and annoying coworkers do. and sometimes he might step on a line. but my dear friends. if scout was genuinely homophobic to any of the other mercs, im afraid he wouldn't survive the winter (irse a mimir). he would get snapped by a twig and it doesn't even have to be by the merc he was insulting. anyone in the vicinity would suplex his ass. son, we all suck dick here. get used to it

[babblingeccentric]

Kinktober 2: Threesome, Zoro x Reader x Law

Contains: threesome, exhibitionism, reader described as having a "cunt", fake reluctant law, fingering, exactly 100 words

“Well? Are you gonna?” Zoro hooks your knees over his thighs, showing off your dripping center as you moan.

Law stands still and silent on the other side of the mats. 

Zoro spreads your lower lips with his fat fingers, your slick glistening in the low emergency lighting of the submarine. You squirm and the tip of Zoro’s finger slips into you revealing a glimpse of the sweet pink inside of your cunt and Law can’t take it anymore. 

“If this has annoying consequences you’re dealing with it.” He grumbles as he kneels and slips two long tattooed fingers inside

Read about my kinktober prompts and rules for suggesting pairings here

[primal--scream]

Just a little Mike/Harvey drabble. Someone just brought up drabbles on the AO3 subreddit, and i was like, i miss writing those. So.....

Mike tries not to watch Harvey’s hands as they shuffle the cards, but it’s impossible. He knows those hands, knows what they can do, how they feel. Whether it’s the back of his neck or the small of his back, Harvey’s touch is steady, a safe harbor that Mike never knew he needed. But it’s more than that. Harvey can wring things from his body that Mike never knew existed. When they’re alone, his touch is both gentle and demanding, pushing Mike’s limits. They force Mike to let go, to surrender in a way that laid dormant waiting for Harvey.

[circus-complex]

In case you are up for a challenge,

He Xuan x Ling Wen Rarepair drabble time!

Ling Wen groaned. Why couldn’t her punishment be 100, relaxing, years in jail? Her head shot up as her door slowly creaked open.

“Who’s there?” 

“It’s just me,” a semi-familiar voice said. But when he stepped into the light her eye’s darkened.

“Why are you here?”

“To help you,” He Xuan replied, “Hua Chengzhu informed me you had been struggling with all of,” he genstured to the mountains of paperwork, “this.”

“How are you helping?”

“Believe it or not, I was a scholar before my death. Scoot over.” Ling Wen sighed, and relented. Fine, perhaps he could be of help.