#less than 500 words

[addictedtopepsi]

Immortal!Male!Reader x Cole Cassidy (third person)

cw: passing mention of an explosion and reader getting hurt

I mean what's better? Getting to see Overwatch in action or getting saved by the Cole Cassidy?

Y/N would never admit it, but he was obsessed with Cassidy. For as long as he could remember, that cowboy was all that he could think about.

Who cares if he just almost got killed, Cole Cassidy was standing right in front of him! His back was, anyways. Y/N was on the ground, his back against a wall from the initial, but small explosion. Y/N had been the lone victim in this crime.

"Everything alright?" Cassidy asked, turning to look at Y/N, he looked like an angel the way the setting sun backlit him, Y/N violently nodded, unable to mutter a single word.

"Are you sure?" Cassidy asked, getting closer, "yeah!" Y/N replied, panicking a little, trying to scramble back, but being unable to. "you do know you've got shrapnel lodged in your shin, right?" Cassidy then asked, crouching next to Y/N.

"Huh?" was all Y/N could mutter as his brows furrowed, his eyes trailing down from Cassidy's eyes to his own shin.

Lo and behold, there was a large chunk of metal lodged in his shin.

"Huh." Y/N hummed. He had lived a few lifetimes and this one was the first time he'd actually gotten severely hurt. He could tell Cassidy was freaking out slightly, "hey," Cassidy said, catching Y/N's attention, "what about you keep your eyes on me?" he said, that was pretty much code for 'that is way too serious for me to help, i'm going to distract you until help can arrive'.

"Okay..?" Y/N hummed, but not really doing what Cassidy had asked him to, and directly looking at the wound once more. "hey," Cassidy said, bringing his finger beneath YN/'s chin and pushing it up, "are you gonna listen to me?" he asked in a joking manner.

Y/N could swear he was as red as a tomato from the gesture, "Mercy's on her way, just try to keep your eyes on me 'kay?" he said as he removed his hand, taking off his hat and placing it on Y/N's head, "so, kid, how old are you?" Cassidy asked, keeping his mind occupied.

Y/N didn't really know how to answer that, by literal years he was around 126, but saying that would make Cassidy question him, "26." Y/N replied, removing the 100 from his age, it seemed the best choice.

Cassidy chuckled "so not really a kid anymore, huh?" he joked, Y/N chuckled "you could say that," he said, "but i'm still a kid at heart," he continued, "yeah i get you on that, i feel like a kid myself sometimes" Cassidy replied, turning slightly as Mercy got there.

[fridayiaminlove]

Just need sleep, together if possible

Pairing: Bucky x reader (can be platonic or not) (descriptions of the reader: has a foot, a hand and is able to speak)

Summary: Bucky wants sleep and his body needs it. He doesn't want to be alone though.

Warnings: warmth, sleeping with someone on the same bed (non sexually), slight insecurity on Bucky's side

Word count: 350- 400 ish?

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You heard the click of the door opening and immediately knew who was there. Keeping your eyes shut and breathing even, you wait, wait for his next move.

You meant it when you told Bucky he can come to your room to sleep, to talk or just for silent company whenever he wants.

His brooding closed off personality is a great front but you know he doesn't like his cold, dark room, doesn't like sleeping on the floor or his bed and after the first time he slept in your room because of a nightmare, you told him he's always welcomed. Since then you always leave space on one side of the bed . No one likes being lonely

You also know if you woke up and told him to come in he'd just be embarassed and make some excuse to go back, so you remain there, still as possible.

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Bucky was overthinking this he knew that. He knew you were serious about him sleeping in your room, still ofcourse he felt like an invader.

But god he wanted to sleep, his floor is rock and his bed a marshmallow, his mind doesn't allow him to sleep on either of those.

You though, are very comfortable- your bed he means. It's warm, he likes it- he likes you, And right now he likes sleep.

He creeps inside, slowly closing the door behind him, trying not to wake your sleeping form, facing away from him. He lies down in the empty space beside you, you always seem to sleep in a corner.

'What now' his mind wonders staring at the ceiling uncomfortably still. 'God this is a bad idea'

He starts to get up. You turn. He stares. You don't.

Lifting your body slightly, you pull the sheets over him ultimately stopping him from going back. Bucky studies you, so close to his vibranium arm now.

Before lying back down you raise the sheets with your foot and throw them over his feet.

Safe.

He watches you lie back down and close your hand around his, pressing your forehead to his bicep "I am here okay, whenever" you whisper before moving back to your side.

Warmth. The sheets are warm.

Comfort. His shoulders drop

Relief. He's glad he came.

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A/n: just a short blurb I wrote at 2am. Constructive criticism is needed. Help. All mistakes are mine.

[starrynightsky15]

I posted another fanfic.

summary(sorta):

You've grown so much.

You were just a young girl looking for a fantasy romance.

Now, you're a hero.

How does that feel?

[the-hopeless-fanboy]

And I can’t let you go~ Batjokes drabble

Joker's nails press into the hard leather of Batman's boot, tightly gripping his feet and cape. He was breathing heavily. He was hurt and bloody, they both were. Joker couldn’t even lift his head up to look at anything but the bat's boots and his own blood mixing with the rainwater and seeping into the concrete.

Batman stared down at the clown clinging to him.

His fingers continued to dig into Batman's boots as if holding on for dear life. It was as if Joker's very existence depended on clinging to Batman. Like the Dark Knight was his lifeline. The blood on him and the ragged breaths escaping his lips revealed the physical toll their intense battle had taken on him. Every labored breath was a reminder of the pain, yet he found solace in the proximity of his bat.

The sight was both unsettling and poignant. Going on far too long. Everything they had done brought them to this moment, where Joker, in his weakened state, found solace in clinging to the very person he had just been trying to kill. It was a paradoxical display of dependence and defiance as if Joker's survival hinged on his ability to hold on to Batman.

His grip was leaving imprints on the Bat’s boots. The weight of their history seemed to bear down on them, the culmination of countless battles and encounters. Usually, when the fight was over, that was the end of it. The Bat would cart him off to Arkham or hand him off to the police.

This may have been the first quiet moment they had together like this. The only sound was Joker’s ragged breathing and the rain.

The air was heavy with the tension between them. There was this unspoken understanding, the only reason Batman hesitated to kick the clown off. Joker's grip on Batman was not just physical, but emotional. It was as if he clung to the Dark Knight to anchor him here with him. It was a desperate grasp at stability, a fragile thread that kept them both from spiraling.

And so there they were, locked in this macabre embrace, the hero and the villain bound together by the fragile threads of their damaged minds and damaged bodies. Joker's grip was unyielding as if he couldn't bear to let go.

And the bat let him.

[elitheaceofalltrades]

Zinnia Cottage - Excerpt (323 words)

The gentle sounds of nature filled the air as the sunset on Picari. The birds played their final chords before the cicadas would start their section of Gaia's melody. The wind rustled the leaves and the brook babbled away as their accompaniment.

Rowan leaned against the open doorframe, caught up in the splendour. The view of the blend of oranges, pinks and purples from the hilltop was always astounding. It took your breath away no matter how many times you saw it. A flock of sparrows flew past, probably heading to the trees to rest. They were symbols of perseverance, community, and hard work here and reminded Rowan of the occupants of Zinnia Cottage.

Glancing inside showed Ainsley sprawled on the recliner, book fallen shut in his lap. Adair & Sinclair sat facing each other on the couch, signing away rapidly. They were having another pun competition if the giggling Monroe was anything to go by. Cheyenne was puttering about in the kitchen, a light hum heard under the pots and pans. The overturned board and scattered pieces by the entry were the only signs of Cedar and Cassidy. Rowan decided not to wonder if they were fighting or causing mischief; it was 50/50 either way.

Turning back to outside, Rowan felt a little teary and a bit breathless. This time not because of the view but from fondness and the awe of the domesticity. The eight of them had overcome adversity, loss and betrayal and survived. They'd made a new home, made a new family, chosen each other over and over and over again. If someone said 3 years ago that they'd end up in this town, with these people, none of them would have believed it. Now, with everything that has happened in that time, all Rowan can do is bask in it. The view, the peace and the promise of dinner, laughter and joy to come.

It felt warm.

~Eli

Ace of All Trades, Pro at None😆

Buy me a coffee

[mhoganmell]

Safe Now

My theater teacher circles the auditorium, checking and locking each door as he passes it. He never checks the doors. Something is happening. Something bad. We carry on reading Shakespeare.

The class doesn’t seem to notice the doors being checked, but I do. The teacher exits stage left, towards the doors we usually come into for class.

Two administrators replaced him at the front of the auditorium. Students begin to pay attention. 


“Meghan, We need you in the office.” 


“Okay?” I question, and begin to stand up.


“Bring your things.”


“Why?”


“Grab them and grab them quickly. Please.” 


I shove my book in my backpack, rip the zipper shut, and follow the two administrators out the stage doors. Singing isn’t coming from the choir room. Laughter isn't coming from the gym. The cafeteria is empty.


“What’s happening?” I ask. 


“Your grandmother is in the office. We’re sending you home. It’s for your own safety.” 


“My own… What do you mean ‘my own safety?’”


“We’ll let your grandmother explain.”


“But it’s my dad's night to pick me up. 


“Right now we need to get you out, but she’ll explain”


I follow them silently through the deserted halls and up to the office. They open the doors and send me in. 


“We’ve got her. Bringing her out now.” Multiple police officers stand in the lobby with my grammy. Grammy grabs me, and we walk as fast as we can out to the car. She pulls out of the parking space before I can even get my seatbelt clicked. 


“Why is there an unmarked following us?”


“They’ll escort us out of the neighborhood. Then I’ll take you to our house until your mom gets off.”


“What’s happening? Isn’t Dad supposed to pick me up today?”


“You never have to see him again. It’s over. It’s all over.” 


I feel the weight of a thousand bricks lift off of my shoulders. Whatever he’s done this time was just stupid enough. Just big enough. I never have to go there again. He’s messed up. It’s all over. Twelve years of abuse. Over just like that. I never have to go there again. 


“What happened?”


“He sent a fax to the school. And your guardian ad litem. He wanted to sit you down at school and have a conversation with both of you. He said he wanted to talk to you but something seemed off. Off enough for the school to call your mom, but she was too far away. They called your guardian ad litem too. He skimmed it. They agreed that it sounded like a threat. We don’t know what he was going to do, but we knew it wasn't going to be good, and we needed to get you out before he got there.” I sit in silence for a moment. “But you’re safe now. I promise.”


[crustaceousfaggot]

So I've spent a lot of time in the notes of the Cecil vs. Reigen poll. And I've made some observations.

[steddieas-shegoes]

Okay totally ignore this if it's not in your comfort zone I know it's not everyone's cup of tea <3

Steddie at a party. They're constantly teasing each other all night till it builds up all to much and they are so desperate and touchy. Like they don't even care about the other people in the room they're just desperately grinding on each other on the couch till they get off. Need me some needy and careless steddie for this sleep deprived brain.

It is wellll within my comfort zone but this is probably gonna take way more than just the little Drabble/blurb thing can handle

I’m almost certain one of my followers could do a short little thing with this better than I can

Gonna tag a few people who might (no pressure obviously) or if they know someone who might be able to!

@wynnyfryd @scoops-stevie @flowercrowngods @delta-piscium @legitcookie @sidekick-hero

[s0fter-sin]

i can’t believe how proud i am of my ghost judgement of solomon ficlet and now it’s up on ao3!

[solradguy]

Do you think one could attain decent-ish ability to read Japanese just by studying kanji? Specifically asking because the kanji learnin' service "wanikani" is the single Japanese resource that works best with my brain, but then there are separate resources for grammar and vocab and and and.....

You will get REAAAALLLLLYYY far knowing only the kanji but you're going to have to know hiragana and katakana at some point too. Tofugu, the company that did Wanikani, has two mnemonics-based guides for the kana that are basically Wanikani Lite. They're how I learned the kana and I swear by them.

Here's hiragana: https://www.tofugu.com/japanese/learn-hiragana/

And katakana: https://www.tofugu.com/japanese/learn-katakana/

Hiragana are especially vital to learning kanji; you won't be able to use 99% of Japanese-English dictionaries without them. BUT they're pretty easy and the rules for using them are consistent. You won't have to remember any irregular exceptions for any of them.

I haven't tried it yet, but I've heard really good things about the Crystal Hunters manga series as a fun/low stress way to learning Japanese vocab and grammar. It eases the reader into new concepts and then repeats them throughout the chapter so you remember them. There are free vocab and study guides/lists for each chapter too. Might be worth checking out once you get some kanji and the kana under your belt? The first book is also free.

Official site: https://crystalhuntersmanga.com/

Good luck!!

[benjhawkins]

me clenching my teeth, thats not what 'easter egg' means

[eightspringdays]

I think as I grow older, I become less interested in meta and fandom analyses, and I just want to read people smooching and being in love. my brain is too occupied with irl shit, I just want to be silly I don't want to THINK

[ripplestitchskein]

I've been binge reading your Helluva Boss and Stolitz posts for a while now and I love how mature and nuanced your takes are. I've run into a good deal too many Stolitz antis on Twitter who won't give Stolas and Blitzo's relationship a chance to improve later, despite the show clearly trying to do just that. I'm especially tired of people saying that their relationship is one-sided. And even when actual evidence is put out there that Blitzo actually does like Stolas back, they say it doesn't count because those hints are less than 5 second long small details rather than being spoonfed to them. Just argued with one of them on Twitter like an hour ago and that's exactly what they said. And they accused ME of not paying attention because in their mind, Stolitz was built up from sexual assault, and they think Blitzo's line in Western Energy "He can get hurt?" is somehow out of character which confused the hell out of me, and they kept insisting that Blitzo had "zero interest" in Stolas no matter what.

Thank you so much!! I do try my best to be as rational and logical as possible so I’m glad it’s coming through, not to say I don’t have emotionally based reactions or bias but in my meta analysis I try to set my personal feelings about the text presented aside and just talk about what it could potentially mean based on recurring elements, themes, and deliberate choices made throughout not just in individual scenes.

LooLoo Land is a perfect example, there are some moments in that episode I heavily dislike (Blitzø shoving the dolls down his pants, the “as long as she washes it” convo, and Stolas being sexually inappropriate in front of his kid) so I do understand some of the criticism. It was also episode two and being a creative myself I know firsthand that things like that happen. You put in things early, for a joke, a laugh, to highlight personalities and they don’t necessarily come across the way you intended or jive with where the story ends up. Which is why a lot of my analysis takes in the entirety of what we have so far, the recurring stuff, not just individual moments or one off lines.

I’ve always maintained that it’s crucial to remember that creators are not perfect beings who are getting their story from on high fully formed, they make mistakes, they get inspired and take things in a different direction as things develop, they can contradict themselves over time. It happens.

It’s also a cartoon so it’s limited in how much it can even do, how expressive the characters can be, how much time they have to explore and the medium absolutely comes into play when analyzing it. Art has always been and will always be subjective, and unless the creator flat out contradicts something it’s largely left to interpretation, but that interpretation cannot be based on one scene, or one episode, or a one off bit of dialogue or a single expression either.

I always encourage not wasting your time arguing with people who are still serving up early content talking points or who dont have media literacy as a learned skilled. I know it’s super hard, I’m guilty of it myself. I was so close to going off on a “Stella and Stolas are mutually abusive” take last night you have no idea. It was more the dude was just being deliberately obtuse to the point I stopped myself and was like “they have to be trolling, no way someone believes this”. You can’t change their minds, they obviously don’t want to engage with the material from a place of good faith, and it just bums you out at the end of it.

A lot of them are really young too I find, which may be part of the disparity. I’m 38 so I have a lot of different experiences to draw from they haven’t had yet. I’ve been a fandom girl since I was a kid, I’ve always been a shipper and I also create things so my perspective is further down the line and with lived experience some people don’t have yet. I’m reminded of this daily, my oldest son is 18 and we have many conversations where I’m reminded about how much you learn as you grow older and the assumptions you make as a younger person. This is not to say that younger people can’t think critically but it is a skill and it improves over time like any other.

I also encourage people to think of what is being said and why. There is a lot of hate for VivziePop as a person. My understanding is she said some things early on and created a hate base that is going to deliberately misinterpret just to validate their initial assumptions about her motive and character. With popular things there is always a small subset that hate a show because of its popularity too, I don’t think because they are jealous like some speculate but because they didn’t personally enjoy it and don’t like feeling like they are missing something, so they take it in a “it must be the children who are wrong” Principal Skinner approach. They can’t see why people love it so those people must be ignoring what they didn’t like about it and they must tell them.

Sometimes people like another ship or another character more, and their ship might involve one half of yours, or they don’t feel their character is getting the same focus and attention because of yours. So instead of just letting everyone enjoy their own things it’s now a competition, a source of resentment and they must make that everyone else’s problem.

And I’ve talked about the fascistic purity culture that seems to encroach into fiction spaces as well that is also at heavily play. Any time a character does anything that is vaguely “toxic”, “problematic” they are immediately painted with the SA brush, the creator is promoting it and the fans are enabling it and are somehow directly responsible for it existing in the world. You can’t do anything about them except enjoy what you like, look at it critically within your own personal comfort level, and as always, my favorite thing to say “kill the cop in your head.” Not just with fiction but everything.

I’m glad my analysis is being enjoyed, and I super appreciate your feedback on it. Come to my inbox anytime and we’ll enjoy the ride together!

[aria0fgold]

Flufftober day 1 prompt: Lost pet meet cute

Characters: Cressida, Elyanore, and Diana

Cressida sat on a bench, her hand fiddled with the helm of her blouse as her other gently pets the head of an auburn husky laying beside her. She's not really her dog.

Cressida was taking a leisurely afternoon walk by the park when a dog ran by her legs, fast enough to make her stumble forward, and had she not been nearby a lamppost to hold onto, would've fallen face first in the pavement.

That dog turned out to be named Diana, she still had her leash attached to her collar. Now, Cressida wasn't good with both large animals and phone calls, but she mustered up the courage to do both for the sake of returning the dog to her owner. Thankfully, Diana was smart and kind, and just as thankfully, the phone call went smoother than expected.

So now here they are, sitting on the bench by the park while waiting for Diana's owner to get there. They seemed out of breath when Cressida called, so she wouldn't mind if they took a little longer by resting a bit.

She looked at the street while swaying her legs to and fro, scanning the people passing by just in case one of them is Diana's owner.

One minute passed and then two, finally, Cressida's gaze landed on a woman. She wore a simple yet beautiful dress that matched her perfectly, adorning her already beautiful appearance. She looked absolutely gorgeous with the setting sun shining behind her, like an angel that descended or a goddess that came down to earth. It was such an ethereal sight, Cressida hadn't yet realized herself already holding her breath.

The woman walked closer to them, it was only then when Cressida's brain finally continued to work again.

Wait… is that… Diana's owner?

Cressida can feel her face heat up the closer the woman got.

“Excuse me.” She spoke, tucking a loose strand of her red hair behind her ear, her ponytail seemed to have loosen and yet despite having a slightly messy appearance, the woman still looked as beautiful as ever, “You're the one that called me, yes?”

“Y-yes…” Cressida squeaked out, clutching the helm of her blouse tighter, as if her life depended on it.

The woman smiled at her, it was the most gorgeous smile Cressida had ever seen, “Thank you so much for finding her! I was starting to get so worried.” She sighed before turning to Diana and playfully poked her nose, “You naughty naughty girl! Why did you run off like that? I was just fixing your leash.”

Diana whimpered and started making small howls, as if she were making her own excuses, all while Cressida tries her best to not melt on the spot, she started to think of anything else other than the beautiful lady beside her.

“What would my brother think if he knew about this?” The woman spoke in a seemingly contemplative and sad tone as Diana's howls increased in volume, “He'd be so sad and disappointed!”

Diana's whimper increased in volume then too.

Cressida turned her gaze to the other side, focusing intensely on the lamppost nearby instead, she can feel her heartbeat calm down enough.

Phew… I'm calm again…

Unfortunately, that calm didn't stay long.

“Thank you again.” The woman turned to her, causing Cressida to jump a little.

“Ah! N-n… N-no… No p-problem!” She managed to answer, she can feel the heat rushing to her face as her heart began to beat fast again.

“May I ask for you name? If it's alright with you, of course.” She took Diana's leash now, placing it on her wrist all while holding it too, she seems to be holding it much securely now.

“O-oh… It's… It's Cressida…”

Calm down, my heart!!!

“Cressida…” The woman spoke so softly and slowly it made Cressida's heart skip a beat at the sound of her name spoken like that, “What a fitting name for one as cute as you!”

The gears in her brain that had went into overdrive froze then.

“If you don't mind, may I also save your number?”

“P… p-pardon???” It feels as though her brain stopped working entirely.

“I'd like to thank you properly, so it would be great to have something I can contact you on. It doesn't sit right with me to just say thank you after the trouble you've been to.”

Cressida put her hands in front of her, flailing it slightly as she attempts to explain herself what with her brain currently processing everything so slowly as it had yet to recover from the previous hit she took, being called cute by a woman this pretty proves to be quite deadly, “It's okay! It's really okay! I-it wasn't a bother at all! I was just walking around anyway so it's really okay!”

“Hmm, well, if you're really sure!” She paused, seemingly thinking about something, “It still doesn't feel right for me to not give you something. Will money be—”

“No!” Cressida immediately cut her off, “It's reaaally okay! You don't have to give me anything, really!”

Otherwise I'd be the one next that'd feel too bad!

The woman pouted a bit, her green eyes glistening in the darkening sky as she looked at Cressida with puppy dog eyes.

Even her pouting face is so beautiful… In fact, why is she looking at me with such puppy dog eyes! This is unfair!

The more Cressida spends time with her, the more her adoration for such a pretty face turns into a slight frustration at the very fact that such a person exists who is not only gorgeous in many ways, but just as cute.

“F-fine!” Cressida caved in, “How about… your name? And…” She trailed off as she took a glance at her, the woman's eyes widened momentarily while she waited patiently for what Cressida wanted to say, truth be told, she doesn't know what else to add, but just in case the woman is still unsatisfied with that, perhaps Cressida can take something low in value like…

“Your hair tie…”

That should be fine, right?

The woman smiled then, she giggled softly. Making Cressida want to scream.

Everything is so pretty, and beautiful, and gorgeous with her and now she's just so cute too?! This is unfair! Everything is so unfair!!!

…Maybe I should've said yes when she asked to save my number…

“Right, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Elyanore, you can just call me Ely though.” She moved to take off the hair tie barely holding her ponytail together, it was a simple purple hair tie, with a singular small pearl as its decoration, Ely combed through her hair with her hands to fix it a bit before handing Cressida the hair tie.

It was a wrong move on Cressida's part, because now, with Ely's hair down, she looked far more mesmerizing. She wanted to cry then.

Why did I ask for her hair tie of all things…

Cressida reluctantly took it, her fingers lightly brushing on Ely's hand, it was surprisingly rough. In fact, having looked at her hand now, there were callouses on it.

“It's from sword training.” Ely answered, she must've noticed Cressida staring.

“Sword training?”

“I like swords! It's just exciting handling different kinds!”

“Can I save your number, after all?” Cressida blurted out before her brain can even catch up to process what she was about to say. It took a solid 3 seconds of silence when she finally realized it.

Cressida gasped loudly, she flailed her arms in front of her while trying desperately to explain herself, “I! I mean! That wasn't! It! I! What I meant to say was!”

Ely let out a small laugh, “As long as I get to save yours too!”

Cressida weakly nodded as she looked away, far too embarrassed to meet Ely's gaze, “O-okay…”

Diana loudly barked then, as if having reached her limit of waiting. Her barks were accompanied with a series of falling and rising howls, like she was saying several complaints for being forced to wait that long.

“Hehe, I got it girl.” Ely bent down a bit to pet her head, Diana moved away though, seemingly pouting, “Hmm… Ookay, I won't tell my brother about what happened today.”

It was only then when Diana happily placed her head on Ely's palm, making a slightly long howl to show her happiness at that.

Cressida couldn't help but laugh at the sight of them.

“Well then, we'll be taking our leave. It was nice meeting you, Cressida!” Ely did a curt bow reminiscent of a knight's, before waving Cressida goodbye.

“I-it was nice meeting you too… And take care!” Cressida waved back in a rather shy manner and when the two were out of view, she bent down to scream into her hands.

[sinofwriting]

Space - Sonny Quinn

Words: 804 Prompt: Rumor

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“Ya know, I heard a rumor about you.” She startles at the familiar texan drawl, lifting her eyes from the bar top. “And what was that?” Sonny grins down at her, taking her looking at him as permission to sit with her. “Well, that would be telling, wouldn’t it?” She makes a humming noise, eyes already back on the bar top. He frowns at how despondent she was and he can’t help but lightly nudge her. Wondering what's going on in her pretty little head.

“You alright?” She nods. “I’m okay, Sonny.” He snorts, “and why do I not believe you?” “I’m not in the mood. Just a bad day, that’s all. Go drink with one of the guys. I think Valerie will show up sometime tonight.” The name Valerie makes something itch in the back of his brain, but he ignores it. “I’m fine right here.”

He expects quiet acceptance, a huff of exasperation, another urging for him to go away. He doesn’t expect the way her lips thin as they press together, the jerky way she stands and grabs her purse, managing to leave the bar before he can get up.

He quickly follows after her, concern festering inside of him. This wasn’t like her, none of this was like. The staring despondently at the bar, not telling him in the first place she was going to the bulkhead, the reminder of apparently a girl coming around for him. None of those things fit with the woman he’d known for nearly five years.

Sonny manages to catch up to her quickly, not realizing exactly what he’s doing or how it looks as he stands behind her as she fumbles with her car keys and he puts a hand on the driver’s door, preventing her from opening it even if her hands manage to stop shaking.

“What’s going on?” Her hand shakes a bit more and his jaw twitches. With his other hand, he wraps it around her arm, turning her to face him and his heart drops to his feet at the tears in her eyes. “What’s going on?” He repeats, voice more gentle. She shakes her head, “nothing. I’m fine.” “You’re crying.” “It’s nothing, Sonny. I just need to go home.” “C’mon, what’s going on?” “Sonny,” and the concern that had been sitting heavy in his gut turns to dread. Nothing good came out of anyone saying his name like that and he releases her arm, stumbling back from her.

“What did I do?” He doesn’t even recognize his own voice, only knows it belongs to him, because the words feel like broken glass in his throat and spilling onto his tongue.

He doesn’t notice the way her posture changes, the heartbreak that flashes across her face, as he tries to figure what he did, how he fucked up. It was a matter of time, he’d always known that, but nothing was coming to mind.

A soft hand gently resting on his arm for a second draws him out of his mind and then there’s two hands cupping his face and he wants to pull away. Those soft, gentle hands of hers shouldn’t be on him. Shouldn’t be anywhere near him, not when he’s fucked up.

“You listen to me, Sonny Quinn and you listen good. You haven’t done a damn thing.” Her voice is so firm, that he can’t think to protest, not when he’s looking into those pretty eyes of hers, nearly losing himself in them. “I just,” she pauses, taking a breath, eyes closing before they open and he can see her steeling herself. “I like you. And I’m not dealing with it all that well, right now. So I just need some space and time and then I’ll be back, right by your side.”

She starts to take a step back, hands moving down to rest on his shoulders, when she’s stopped, his hands landing on her hips and gripping them with a vice-like grip.

“And if I don’t want you to take some space?” She can feel her heart beating faster than she thinks it ever has. “I want a relationship, Sonny. I don’t want to just fall into bed. Could you give me that?” “Yes.” The instant and serious reply sends her reeling. “I wouldn’t know what the fuck I’m doing, but yes. I’ll take you on a date everyday for the rest of our goddamn lives if you want.” She can’t help but laugh at the utter seriousness in his voice. “How about once a week when you’re home we have a day or just a night where it’s just us. A lot more doable than a date everyday.” He smiles at her. “If that’s what the lady wants.” “It absolutely is.” And before he can say anything else, she’s pressing their lips together.

[gofordrakgo]

Tuesday

@legendary-guest had a brilliant idea about Drakken using tools from his lab when cooking or eating and I immediately had to write this! Go check out her corresponding artwork when you're done reading!

Midnight Writes: #1

Unrelated but happy 100th drakgo fic to me!

“It was a Tuesday and I had made my normal chicken lo mein and I couldn’t find any chopsticks, so I grabbed two of my screwdrivers, and used those instead. After a few bites, I felt a little strange. Hot, and shaky. Sure I was getting the flu I called… Samuels, I think, was my primary henchman at the time…? And had him shut down my takeover-the-world plans for the week. Nobody needs sick henchmen, trust me! They’re a pathetic breed. 

Samuels and some other henchmen stole my plans and attempted to enact them without me, to take the world for themselves. That’s how I learned about Kim Possible, but that’s a story for a different day. Well, actually, you already know that story, don’t you? It was you Samuels defected to.

Anyhow, I went to take a shower since I’d gotten so feverish I was sweating and I noticed my fingertips were turning blue! I kept turning the water hotter trying to warm them up, which was peculiar because other than feeling like I was sick I didn’t feel particularly cold. 

After giving myself mild burns in the shower I recalled being six and getting food poisoning! My mother really shouldn’t be allowed near pork chops…. Well, I’d gotten so sick then that I kept having hallucinations. I never could handle the sensation of bugs crawling on my skin again after that! I chalked it up to the same thing. I’d been rushing, and likely undercooked the chicken!

It took forty-eight or so hours for me to sleep off the food poisoning, and when I finally was stable enough I realized I had turned blue. But, well, it completed the look. It was a shame, too. It made my old red labcoats look delightfully menacing, though I know you know that, with how fast you stole the color after I switched. But Shego came along and was adamant that she didn’t want us walking around looking like ‘rejected elves trying to steal Christmas’ so blue it was! Good thing I look stunning in all colors, right, Dementor?

I don’t know what I put in that lo mein…. I probably swapped the salt with something from the lab again.

Can you believe Shego tries to say it was because I used those screwdrivers to eat? ‘You were working with radioactive explosives that very day!’ 

Psh! She thinks I didn’t sterilize them before eating with them! Ha! Everyone knows fire cleans everything.  

But yes, that’s the story! I turned blue from food poisoning.”