#Drabble prompt

[taggedmemes]

GLIMPSES OF THE PAST: a headcanon / prompt collection because sometimes it's not enough to write about your muse's past and how it affects them, you just gotta write a little scene. these prompts are designed to be a little writing prompt related to your character's past, essentially!

send FORGED for a scene from my muse's past that they think made them stronger in the long run

send REMINDED for a scene from my muse's past in which they encountered something that reminded them of a difficult experience / trauma

send CONFESSED for a scene from my muse's past in which they revealed a secret about themselves to someone

send TRICKED for a scene from my muse's past in which they misled, tricked, or lied to someone

send IMPRESSED for a scene from my muse's past in which they tried to impress someone, successfully or not

send ACHIEVED for a scene from my muse's past in which they completed / achieved something they were proud of

send CHANGED for a scene from my muse's past that represented a turning point in their life

send DIFFERENT for a scene from my muse's past that they feel changed their outlook / personality / etc, for the better or worse

send CRITICAL for a scene from my muse's past in which they thought about / were reminded of something they're insecure about

send SCOLDED for a scene from my muse's past in which someone told them off, justifiably or not

send STRAINED for a scene from my muse's past in which they interact with someone they have a difficult relationship with

send SOBBED for a scene from my muse's past in which they broke down in tears

send LOST for a scene from my muse's past in which they felt lost, literally or figuratively

send BLINDSIDED for a scene from my muse's past in which they were betrayed or shocked by what someone did

send INJURED for a scene from my muse's past in which they sustained a significant injury

send AFRAID for a scene from my muse's past in which they were scared / under threat

send HELPED for a scene from my muse's past in which someone helped / saved them

send CAUGHT for a scene from my muse's past in which they were caught doing something they shouldn't

send BLUSHED for a scene from my muse's past in which they received a compliment that really got to them

send VICIOUS for a scene from my muse's past in which someone said something cruel that really got to them

send SWOONED for a scene from my muse's past in which they were infatuated with someone

send PINNED for a scene from my muse's past in which they were stuck somewhere, literally or figuratively

send GRIEVED for a scene from my muse's past in which they had recently lost someone / something

send MORTAL for a scene from my muse's past in which they had a brush with death, either themselves or someone close to them

[rp-meme-glaceon]

💤 Peek into my Character's Dreams 💤

💭 - An ordinary dream

🎀 - A dream that left them feeling happy

☔ - A dream that left them feeling upset

🌈 - A dream from their childhood

🗯️ - An ordinary nightmare

🐛 - An intense nightmare that made them wake up in a cold sweat

⚰️ - A dream/nightmare that featured someone no longer in their life

🌡️ - A fever dream

📿 - A dream your character believes is prophetic

👁️‍🗨️ - A lucid dream

🛏️ - A dream that made your character want to go back to sleep so they could continue the dream

[catchameme]

Send me a word or theme and " + drabble " and I will write a dabble / one-shot surrounding the given word.

Bonus: if you include " ft. " and a character or muse name, it will center around an interaction between the two or a group.

[kittenshift-17]

39 Sterek?

Thanks for sending this one in! I hope you like my drabble.

39. "You are such a hypocrite."

"You know, you're such a hypocrite," Stiles huffed at Derek in annoyance when he walked into his bedroom and found the werewolf in question lounging on his bed.

"How so?" Derek quirked an eyebrow without taking his eyes of the book he was reading.

"You're always at Scott about using a person - using Allison - as his anchor. And yet here you are, invading my bedroom every other night and surrounding yourself with my scent and presence. I'm onto you, sourwolf. I know you think of me as your anchor. What happened to 'People don't make good anchors'? huh???"

"What makes you think I'm using you as my anchor?" Derek asked coolly.

Stiles faltered a little.

"Uh, the invading my room all the time, seeking me out when you've been shot, generally shoving yourself into my life?" Stiles suggested.

"That's called being Pack, not an anchor," Derek argued, snapping his book closed and glaring at Stiles.

"Uh huh," Stiles huffed doubtfully as he turned back to his computer. "Sure it is."

"Anchors shouldn't be people," Derek reminded him. "It's too dangerous to rely on another person as a means of clinging to our humanity."

"Yeah, yeah, I've heard it a thousand times when you lecture Scott," Stiles rolled his eyes. "People can't be trusted; people can leave you, or betray you, or try to kill you. You're so damaged, dude."

"Don't call me dude," Derek growled, and he sounded like he was coming closer. "I'm not trying to be a dick to Scott by telling him not to use Allison as his anchor, you know?"

"Not trying, but artfully succeeding."

Stiles flinched when Derek's large hands came to rest on the tops of his shoulders, squeezing lightly.

"An anchor is supposed to help us remember our humanity," Derek reminded him, and he had his lecture-y voice on, which meant Stiles was about to be bored to tears. "It's supposed to be something we can grab hold of and cling to when the wolfish side battles for dominance and threatens to overthrow our humanity, rendering us mindless, ravenous beasts."

"I know that, Derek."

"It needs to be something consistent. Something that can ground us. Something we can hold onto to keep from losing ourselves entirely, which means it needs to be something that isn't going to break up with us and swan off with someone else the second the flush of young love begins to ebb."

"You couldn't sound more tragic if you tried, sourwolf."

"I tell Scott that he needs an anchor that isn't Allison because she's an Argent, and sooner or later, we'll see her fall in line with her family's values and ideals, which will mean she hunts werewolves. And because they're dumb teenagers, head over heels for each other in the thrall of young love, and it will fade as they grow up. They'll go to different colleges, move away, or find other people they're romantically interested in, and Allison will be fine. But Scott will be a wreck because his anchor will be gone, and he'll be no closer to having full control of his shift and his wolf than he was when he was first bitten."

Stiles sighed and tipped his head back, peering up at the ceiling before Derek hung his face over Stiles's, brow heavily furrowed like it always seemed to be.

"Scott needs to find something that makes him feel human that isn't a girl," Derek repeated.

"Like what?" Stiles asked. "Anger, like you?"

Derek flashed a little bit of fang at him before he sighed softly.

"Anger was my anchor for a long time," Derek nodded. "But that's not sustainable either. Anger is only useful for as long as a person remains angry, and I'll never heal or move forward if I cling to my anger as a means of clinging to my humanity."

Stiles raised his eyebrows.

"So... I am your anchor now?"

Derek huffed softly.

"Not you specifically," he grumbled.

"I so am," Stiles laughed.

"Your humanity is my anchor," Derek whispered. "Not specifically you, Stiles. Just your humanity. How breakable you are, how fragile compared to me."

He gave Stiles's shoulders a slightly firmer squeeze, making the joints ache just a little.

"Knowing how easy it would be to break you is what I use."

"So you think of maiming me to keep the wolf in check?" Stiles deadpanned. "Thanks, dude. I feel super safe with you right now."

Derek barked a little laugh before quickly suppressing it like he always did whenever Stiles managed to drag a smile or a laugh out of him.

"Knowing how easily I could hurt you and how much I don't want to do that is what I use as my anchor," Derek murmured. "Knowing how, even as human and breakable as you are, you still fling yourself headfirst into danger with little more than sarcasm, and your baseball bat is what helps me keep my wolf in check."

"What if... you said it's bad for Scott because he and Allison might be separated or whatever..." Stiles frowned, twisting his chair to peer up at Derek when the werewolf moved back to give him room before stepping between his knees.

"Scott and Allison aren't pack, even though they're dating," Derek shrugged.

"Meaning, what?" Stiles smirked. "We're pack, so I'm stuck with you for life?"

Derek's smile was all meanness.

"Something like that."

[scribeofmorpheus]

Egaads! Another Solavellan plot bunny has taken root in my head!

imagine a "where is my wife?!" Solas tearing his way out of the Fade prison to rescue Lavellan (extra angst points if he doesn't get to her in time)!

Rook is distraught, tired and angry, ranting: "The blight is taking over the South; Kirkwall has all but fallen; the Inquisition is scrambling without its leader--" And Solas seizes up, eyes going dark. "What has happened to the Inquisitor?" Rook is baffled that that was what Solas chose to focus on, a little rash in their line delivery: "The Inquisitor was kidnapped by Venatori forces loyal to Elgar'nan." Solas instantly shoves Rook from the mind-palace-Fade-prison and they immediately feel a quake in the Lighthouse, a booming noise ringing all around like Solas' mindblast in Trespasser!!!!!

Pls, if there's other solavellan writers out there with the time and not like 2000 wips in progess, give me your fics!!!

[broadwaybaggins]

Robby/Langdon, #70

#70, 67%

"I want to know who's responsible for this." Robby's tone was grave and not to be questioned and shaking with barely concealed rage. His face was red, bright red, and it was hard for Frank to stay focused on Robby's eyes, flashing with anger, when he was a bit worried about his attending suddenly popping a blood vessel. Or an aneurysm. Honestly, neither one would surprise him at this point. "It was me," Frank said at the same time that Santos chimed in, "I was, it was my idea." They looked at each other in surprise and Robby sucked in a breath from behind his clenched teeth. "Sounds like you need to get your story straight." "The patient was coding--" "Would have died--" "I read in the Annals--" "It was a fucking Hail Mary but it worked--" "Both of you, shut up!" Robby's harsh voice cut them both off and Frank felt a little like he was back in the principal's office. "Who's responsible for this?" "It's like...67% my fault," Frank said after a long pause. "It was my idea, after all. "67%," Robby said in disbelief. "Blame doesn't work like that, Langdon." He shrugged. "It does today. And the patient is gonna make it, so..." Robby covered his face with his hands and made a strangled sound. "Get out. Both of you, get out. 67%, Jesus fucking Christ..."

[blackstonesandtrapnest]

May I please request “having sex for the first time” prompt with Goro Akechi?

Yes absolutely my darling friend :D I hope you enjoy this!

Drabble Prompts Here!

Despite it being dark and stormy outside, the inside of your home was rather quiet. Well except for the loud moans and skin smacking that was coming from your room. The culprits were none other than you and your boyfriend Akechi.

You had moved to Japan for a new job opportunity and you decided to go to a jazz club that one of your friends recommended. It was there that you met Akechi. 

Fast forward after exchanging numbers and several dates, the detective prince was now in your bed and fucking your brains out! You didn’t expect him to be so passionate and rough but you sure weren’t complaining!

“You feel even better than I imagined. Has anyone else ever fucked you like this?” Akechi grunted as he could feel himself about to come and losing control in the process.

You were barely able to speak and you were hit with the biggest, screaming orgasm you ever had in your life, squirting all over Akechi and your bedsheets. You made one hell of a mess and it turned Akechi on! So much that he reached his own orgasm and nearly blacked out in the process!

Using what little strength he had left, Akechi rolled over onto his back so he wouldn’t crush you. His brain was nothing but static and apparently yours was too because not a single sound came from either of you except for heavy breathing. A loud thunderclap roared throughout the house and it made you chuckle. Akechi turned to you and returned your laugh before finally being able to speak.

“That was amazing.”

“You can say that again.”

“Want me to stay?”

“Please.”

“Your wish is my command princess. Sweet dreams.”

Sweet dreams indeed!

[gothgril69]

Hey hey! Can I get a 6 for the smut prompts with Levi, please? ☺️

sailor i'm finally getting to this i'm so sorry 😭

this is also for you san! @notgoodforlife both of you submitted the same prompt <3

#6: "you look so good beneath me"

He’s so beautiful, you think to yourself as he stares down at you. His eyes are warm from the dim yellow glow of your bedside lamp, and his hair frames his features as it falls down around his face. You’ve never felt so euphoric, so comfortable in your own skin as a man looks down at you.

“You look so good beneath me,” he whispers, and the hand that was stroking your hip comes up to stroke the side of your face instead, his thumb trailing across your drool covered bottom lip. All you can do is nod.

He supports himself on a forearm, his hand now dipping down to guide his cock in between your wet folds. His breathing is more labored, quiet gasps escaping him every time the tip of his cock gets caught on your clit.

You’re no better, practically writhing underneath him, and especially so when his hand abandons his cock in favor of holding your left breast, bending down to wrap his lips around your hardening nipple.

You let out a soft moan and Levi’s hand shuffles up to cover your mouth as he still supports himself with that forearm. “Gotta be quiet,” he mumbles to you. His whole body is pressed against yours, his left hand running along your side and groping your breast as he nibbles and kisses at your skin. His right arm supports him as his hand remains over your mouth, your nose clear and your wide eyes looking at him. “You trust me?” he asks. You nod. “Gonna give you my cock,” he whispers and you nod again.

He guides himself and when you feel him push in, your eyes roll back, a muffled groan sounding under his hand and from the man above you until he bottoms out. You’re grateful for how slow he went, waiting for the thick girthiness inside you to change from pain to pleasure as he remains still. He’s breathing heavily above you, his face hidden in the crook of his elbow as his thumb traces circles into your hip. Your arms circle around him, fingers digging into his broad shoulder blades as you adjust to him.

You roll your hips up to let him know you’re ready, and you lose yourself again when he finally rolls his hips into yours. His pace is consistent and slow as he starts off, but when you start meeting his thrusts you pull his hand back from your mouth.

“Harder, Levi,” you plead through a whisper.

He rewards you. Levi fucks you hard and slow into the mattress, rolling his hips so he barely leaves your pussy and presses hard into the depths of your walls. He slaps a hand back over your mouth when you cum, a whine of a moan escaping you as your eyes roll back from the euphoria coursing through you.

[silvers-smut-memes]

Send in "Too Hot For Clothes" for my muse to just start stripping on the spot because the heat is too much for them.

Feel free to add details, like where they are and what they were doing, who was with them, and remember to specify muses.

[the-badger-mole]

Prompt 47 with zutara

"No one needs to know.”

That was Katara’s mantra. So what, she had a crush on Zuko. He was the first age appropriate guy she’d been around since Jet, and he was handsome. It only made sense. It didn’t help that Suki was with them now, and she and Sokka were being so obnoxiously enamored with each other. Katara felt left out, that was all. That’s why her palms got sweaty when Zuko smiled at her. That’s why she wanted kiss him when he offered to help with chores. Nothing more. And it was a secret she would die with.

[cecropiacrown]

This may be basic but I'd die happy if Feng Xin gets to be bullied gently - like, confused as he's tugged into bed but like...not aggressively? Gentle kisses mixed with weak insults?? Who is this and where is his boyfriend??? (bottom Feng Xin is my life and I need him to be cared for oh my god) ((I haven't quite figured out WHY Mu Qing is acting this way- maybe Feng Xin has been overworked for the past couple of weeks? Reward? Who knows)

I love you for this and I so wholeheartedly agree. Bottom Feng Xin (my beloved) absolutely deserves to be taken care of. Here's a little smutty piece for ya! <3

"A-Qing?" Feng Xin questions, an amused look on his face as his boyfriend stands expectantly in front of him. Mu Qing's arms are crossed over his chest and he's tapping his foot impatiently, as if he didn't just ask—

"Yes or no, Feng Xin. Do you want to have sex or not?"

Feng Xin stifles a laugh and kicks a bit at one of the legs of the stool he's sitting on. Bizarre is the only word that comes to mind to describe this current interaction. He fixes Mu Qing with probing look, his eyebrow cocked as he tries to keep his lips from smiling.

"This is not typically how we do this," he points out, feeling a bit smug when Mu Qing's face starts to flush. His boyfriend scoffs and rolls his eyes, pointedly ignoring his quickly reddening face as he glares at Feng Xin.

"What? Must all things stay the same for you to enjoy them?"

"Well—no, but—"

"Then c'mon," Mu Qing says, cutting Feng Xin off.

He stands with one hand on his hip and offers out his other hand to Feng Xin who is still seated on his stool and at a complete loss as to what he's supposed to do with the offer. Kiss it? Is he meant to kiss it? But usually they talk about it first if they're going to do a scene, but—

"Feng Xin," Mu Qing scolds, sounding exasperated. The words leave Feng Xin leaning halfway to Mu Qing's hand, his lips puckered and poised to kiss. He stops in his tracks, looking up to Mu Qing with a slack expression as if to say what now?

"Give me your hand, you absolute idiot."

"Oh. Well, you could have just fucking said that now, couldn't you?"

"And what was it I did just now, Feng Xin? Did I not literally say that to you with my own mouth?"

"For fuck's sake, A-Qing," Feng Xin grumbles, snatching Mu Qing's hand in his own and tugging roughly just because he can. Mu Qing doesn't even budge—what a bitch.

"I meant earlier. Couldn't you have just said that in the first place?"

Mu Qing sighs heavily and rolls his eyes again, easily pulling Feng Xin to his feet even though Feng Xin purposely tries to make it harder for him by not helping.

Usually Mu Qing has plenty to say about Feng Xin and his attitude, but he stays uncharacteristically quiet as he leads Feng Xin down the hall and into their bedroom.

And then Feng Xin is being kissed.

It's heated and it's wanting but it's far from the rough and passionate treatment he's used to. He thinks he might like it. Feng Xin closes his eyes and sinks against the wall Mu Qing is pressing him into.

He parts his lips—lets Mu Qing taste him with his tongue—and groans, hips jutting off the wall in small, barely contained thrusts.

Mu Qing snakes his arms around Feng Xin's waist and tugs at the hem of his shirt. They part only long enough to get the fabric out of the way, their lips locking again as soon as the shirt makes it over Feng Xin's head.

Mu Qing's hands are a steady weight on Feng Xin's slim waist and Feng Xin lets himself be held in place, the ache of arousal throbbing between his legs so incessantly that he can't help but whine. Mu Qing nibbles on his bottom lip—sucks it into his mouth with a wet sound that drives Feng Xin insane—and slides his hands down to Feng Xin's hips.

Feng Xin grabs Mu Qing's ass and pulls him closer, tilting his head as he presses back into the kiss. Mu Qing slips his tongue back into Feng Xin's mouth, swiping it along his front teeth to toy at one of his canines and it's so distracting that Feng Xin doesn't even realize one of Mu Qing's hands has moved until it's already dipped into his pants.

Mu Qing palms Feng Xin through his boxers with a hand skilled specifically in the art of taking Feng Xin apart, and suddenly there is nothing but Mu Qing all around him.

Mu Qing holding his hip.

Mu Qing stroking his cock.

Mu Qing in his mouth and his scent in his nose and his image in his mind and then—

Mu Qing is breaking their kiss and pulling Feng Xin's pants down.

Feng Xin follows along in a daze, stepping out of the pants and doing the same thing when Mu Qing drags his boxers down immediately after.

Mu Qing leans forward from where he is crouched in front of Feng Xin and buries a feather-soft kiss right to the spot where Feng Xin's happy trail turns into his dark pubic hair.

Where is Feng Xin's bully of a boyfriend?

Who is this gentle creature who has taken his place?

"Mu Qing..?" Feng Xin asks in a quiet and hoarse whisper, not really sure where his voice has gone to.

Mu Qing stands up a bit unsteadily and leans into Feng Xin's space for support, pressing their chests together as he trails kisses along Feng Xin's sensitive neck.

"Yes, A-Xin?"

"What are—" Feng Xin clears his throat uselessly as Mu Qing sucks a mark onto his collarbone and kisses his way down to one of his nipples. He licks the chilled, pebbled skin with a firm and flat tongue, pulling pliancy from Feng Xin like it's his job to do so. He eases Feng Xin's legs apart just wide enough for him to fit his clothed knee up against his boyfriend's throbbing cock, coaxing Feng Xin to grind into him. There are not many things Feng Xin is powerless to—but one of them is most certainly Mu Qing.

Mu Qing suddenly pushes off of the wall and drags Feng Xin with him, their hands and lips still linked when the backs of Feng Xin's knees hit something soft.

Mu Qing break their kiss, pulling back just enough to remain the one thing in Feng Xin's blurry vision—like a dream.

"Sit," he murmurs, his voice husky and his eyes swimming with a desire that Feng Xin covets like joy.

And sit Feng Xin does.

It's almost funny how quickly he drops to their bed, chin tilted up to watch Mu Qing whose only offering is a smirk and a teasingly slow strip show. His shirt comes off first and he tosses it to join Feng Xin's heap of clothing on the floor.

"You're beautiful, Feng Xin," Mu Qing says, his hands expertly easing his belt buckle loose so he can work on the fly of his jeans. Feng Xin makes a wounded sound—like he's been punched in the stomach—and looks pleadingly up at Mu Qing's face.

Something flips in Mu Qing's expression and he tugs his own jeans and underwear down in one fell swoop, kicking them out of the way. Feng Xin's eyes slide down Mu Qing's form appreciatively, openly staring between his legs, always mesmerized by the sight of him. He swallows.

"What's this even about?" he manages to ask, still feeling like this entire ordeal has come out of nowhere.

Mu Qing tsks, seeming almost annoyed, and snaps his fingers in Feng Xin's line of sight. Feng Xin's eyes dart up to Mu Qing's face obediently.

For several seconds the two of them just stare at each other, eyes locked as the warmth of their intimacy blossoms between them.

"I just—" Mu Qing sighs, his brows knitting together as he thinks. When the words finally come to him, he has stepped close enough to lean down and press a kiss to Feng Xin's forehead. His hand finds its way to the back of Feng Xin's neck and he pulls back to look him deeply in the eyes.

"I want to love on you, okay? I want to—to take you apart and kiss you and make you feel good."

Feng Xin is in love with him.

Feng Xin is so fucking in love with him.

Mu Qing gets this complicated look on his face and steps back again, leaving Feng Xin bereft.

"If you don't want that—"

"I want it."

"A-Xin?"

"Please."

Mu Qing's eyes grow impossibly dark but he makes no move to come closer, which is certainly a crime against Feng Xin and one he will not be taking lightly.

Feng Xin hums in complaint and offers both his hands out to Mu Qing from where he sits naked on their bed, trying to glare but surely only managing to muster a pitiful pout.

Mu Qing smiles at him then—a small and genuine thing he wears just for Feng Xin—and all Feng Xin can think about is how in love he is.

The bed dips as Mu Qing slides a knee up onto the mattress, right between Feng Xin's spread legs. He takes just Feng Xin's fingers in his hands, squeezing them before sliding their palms together in an achingly too-gentle way that sends shivers wracking up and down Feng Xin's entire body. Mu Qing twists his wrists so that their hands line up perfectly and then he threads their fingers together and presses Feng Xin into the mattress, their joined hands sinking into the pillows just above Feng Xin's head.

Feng Xin's eyes are hazy as they go half-lidded, a moan slipping out of his throat as Mu Qing settles in against him.

"Let me take care of my boy, alright? Can you let me do that, A-Xin?"

"Yes," Feng Xin says desperately, pressing up into Mu Qing's touch with an eagerness he ought to be embarrassed of but doesn't have the brain space to even think about.

"I'm yours," he promises.

And as a reward, Feng Xin gets a kiss left like a prayer right at the top of his cupid's bow and the touch is so heart-achingly sweet it makes him dizzy.

Oh, how good it is to be loved.

"I'm all yours."

[starry-eyesanddaydreams]

Hey there! I have writers block and I'm hoping some drabble prompts can get me back to some inspiration.

Send a prompt from the list and a character, and I'll write a reader insert drabble for it.

I write for Alan Rickman, Johnny Depp or Hugh Jackman characters :)

[justauthoring]

32k drabble celebration!

i'm awful at thanking you guys for all of your amazing support so i decided to do a little drabble celebration! i hit 32 thousand followers a while ago but better late than never :)

here's how it works:

you'll choose a writing prompt from the list below (each prompt is correlated with an emoji) - some are sentence prompts, others are just writing prompts

then, choose any character of your choosing that i write for

send the emoji + your character of choice and i will respond to the ask with a 300-500 word drabble!

rules:

not all drabbles will be written (it really just depends on the volume of them i get)

i will close this once i reach a hundred or so!

if you request for a character i don't write for, the request won't be done (refer to my masterlist for who you can request for)

i will do repeat writing prompts, as long as it's a different character

you can mix writing prompts (can choose a total of three)!

writing prompts:

🩸— blood under fingernails

😈 — "sit down and shut up"

🪡 — pajama bottoms

👑 — “for you, i would do anything."

🪷 — wiping tears away

💥 — “are you hurt?"

⭐️ — stepping infront of the other to shield them

🫐 — "please never do that again."

🌼 — soulmate markings

🍄 — “your hugs are the best."

🌙 — saying 'i love you' for the first time

🌻 — "please come back to bed."

🍑 — sharing a bed for the first time

❄️ — "here, you're freezing. take my jacket."

🪐— genuine laughter

💃 — "wanna dance?"

💅🏻 — bridal carry

🐬 — "use your words."

✨ — under the stars

🫧 — "i wish i could hate you."

🌸 — gentle touches

🐚 — "you're the one avoiding me."

🦭 — good morning kisses

🍃 — "come over here and make me."

🪴 — childhood friends

🌗 — "don't hesitate, just kiss me."

⚡️ — thunderstorms

🍭 — "sweetheart."

☕️ — calloused palm against a soft cheek

🍓 — "i'm not letting you go."

🫦 — bitten lips

🐢 — "you are my home."

[broadwaybaggins]

81 + Kingdon (if you don’t mind ☺️)

#81, Pen and Paper

There's a purple Post-It on his locker when he gets to work. He's late, because Taylor had suddenly started puking her guts up on the way to daycare this morning, making Tanner start screaming and Frank had to pull over to settle them both down before taking them right back to Abby's. She's working from home today, so she's less mad than she might be about having to turn today into a PTO day, but the look she gave him as he drove away still could have peeled fucking paint from his car. Divorces fucking sucked. The purple Post-It, though, with meticulously careful handwriting that he knew well by now, makes him smile. You missed rounds, but I covered for you. Lunch at 1:15 as always? --Mel.

Frank reaches into his backpack to grab a Sharpie and scrawls a single, messy word. Yes.

[kelserlyspace]

Prompt: No One Has To Know

A Dramione Drabble

Hermione silently got up from the bed & started gathering her clothes on the floor quietly.But it seemed her effort to leave noiseless was useless.

"Going somewhere, Granger?"

She froze and took a breath before looking back. Malfoy had already awoken, he was staring at her.

Draco's elbows were propped up as he looked at her. "Leaving so soon?"

Hermione cleared her throat. "Last night was a mistake."

"Didn't feel like a mistake when you couldn't keep your hands off me." He smirked, grabbing his shirt as he got out of bed.

"I had a bit too much drink, Malfoy." She gripped her shirt tightly. "L-let's just forget it ever happened."

"Sure, blame it on a few shots of butterbeer I gave you, Granger." He scoffed, stepping closer. He smiled as he heard her breath hitched. "You wanted it to happened."

"How would you know?" She narrowed her eyes at him.

"The wonders of Placebo Effect. You felt drunk and thought all your inhibitions were down. So down," He held her chin and leaned closer. "-that you felt it's okay to kiss me."

"W-what?" Hermione blinked, so confused.

"Didn't give you any alcohol, Granger," Malfoy chuckled. "Just water with a butterbeer flavor. So, looks like you were all in on wanting to mess around with me."

She had kissed and slept with him of her own volition. Shit.

All she could do was stare at him with wide eyes.

Heat rushed to her cheeks, & she wanted to hide. She hated to admit that she had unresolved feelings for him.

She was supposed to hate him. How could she sleep with the enemy?

What would Harry or Ron think?

She gathered up her courage to say, "Malfoy, no one has to know."

She searched his eyes for confirmation but he sneered and leaned to her ear, whispering, "What makes you think I'll do whatever you say?"

Some part of her panicked. If he doesn't keep this a secret, it'll be hell for her. Her friends would disown her.

"Please, Malfoy."

"No." Malfoy's lips curled up as he leaned away to look at her.

Glaring at him, stepping back. "Would you want your friends or parents to know you had sullied yourself with a Mudblood?"

His face become serious at the word but he quickly masked it with an unaffected expression.

"As much as I loathe the idea, it's going to be pure bliss watching Potty & Weasel's faces turn red when they hear how I fucked their Golden Girl..."

She attempt to slap him but he caught her wrist & leaned to her face, "You can leave." He nods at the exit. "Door's that way."

She stared widely at the door, then at him. No way she was leaving, not without him swearing he won't tell anyone. "Well?" He raised her brows. "You waiting to be escorted out, Princess?"

"Don't tell anyone, Malfoy."

"Haven't I gave you an answer—"

"I'll do whatever u want."

His brows were raised. Clearly, he had not expected that, coming from a snob and stubborn witch like her.

He smiled. "Anything?"

"Yes. Anything. Promise me, no one can know."

He stared at her for a moment then replied. "You have my word, Granger."

A/N:

above are my Dramione black and white sketches I made all afternoon😪

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