#it's like drabble x4

[rosieblogstuff]

19 for the drabble ask

Helloooooo! Thank you SO much for this prompt from like 2 months ago. I promise this did NOT fall behind a file cabinet or get eaten in the dryer, it's seriously been a 75% complete drabble for the last 2 months just w.a.i.t.i.n.g for me to actually figure out how to end it. Which I finally did, by writing another 75% so now it's so long I can't even call it a flash, let alone a drabble. 😅 WHOOPSIE.

Prompt #19 was "Tell me where you are, I'll come get you" and I got this one twice, so I decided I'd write two different drabbles and post them together. This one is drabble #2.

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After all the time Mac spent learning to tolerate the heat in Afghanistan, it only made sense to jog in the afternoon in Los Angeles instead of in the morning temperatures. If he went out in the mild morning, it would feel like he was taking the easy way out and avoiding dealing with the heat. 

He did let himself take the easier jogging path, which was lower and wider than the hilly routes he usually picked. It had more shade but wasn’t too crowded. The civilians—no, not civilians. He wasn’t in the army anymore. The other residents of LA were not as interested in pushing themselves as hard as Mac. 

Three weeks back stateside and he still wasn’t used to the home he’d longed for while he was in the sandbox. He knew he needed more time to get reaccustomed, but knowing it and believing it weren’t the same thing. Los Angeles never truly had been his home-–just a place he occasionally visited with Harry. It might have made more sense to go back to Mission City, but Mission City felt a long time ago, and he wasn’t ready to dredge up the memories it held.

He was three-quarters of the way through his planned route, on a detour down a wide sidewalk between the park and the park access road, when a hot, dusty breeze hit him just wrong and suddenly he wasn’t jogging under on a manicured jogging path winding under the dusty brow hills of Los Angeles, but back there: in Afghanistan, sweltering in the hot, dry wind the swept across the desert steppes.

Suddenly the noise from off to his left hadn’t been a car but the echo of a gunshot. His pace stumbled and he flung himself down, skinning palms and knees when his bare skin hit sun-baked cement. The hills behind him were no longer the grayish-green of LA summer, good for jogging, but the brown-toned sides of the ridge out east of the FOB, riddled with caves, specked with sharp eyes and ready trigger fingers. The perfect spot for an ambush.

He was an easy target: a prone form on the ground, nowhere near cover. The spindly young trees to his left offered no hope of safety, but there had been a cement-block building not far ahead of him. Palms stinging, he stumbled to his feet and half-ran, half-dove toward it, and made himself small against a fold in the wall.

It had been just like this the first time their convoy drove through the wadi under those ridges. Hot and dry, and everything smelling of dust and sweat until the peace shattered in a moment and it began to smell of gunpowder and death. 

It didn’t feel like very long ago. It felt like yesterday, this morning, now. 

He needed Jack.

He reached up to his shoulder for his walkie talkie but his hand landed against cotton. He grabbed at it, his fingers rubbing against his collarbone instead of the stiff rough straps of his vest. 

Because he was in LA.

LA, not Afghanistan. Home, where it was supposed to be safe.

Slowly he moved his hand to his pocket and found the slick, unfamiliar weight of the new phone he’d gotten just a couple weeks back. He had to hold it in two hands and it still took three tries to dial Jack’s number. He was shaking so much he could hardly hold the phone to his ear. He curled forward over himself, bracing his elbows against his thighs. He wanted to curl back into a ball, but the back of his neck prickled unpleasantly. Instinct demanded that he maintain line of sight to the open field and wide path. He needed to see anyone who tried to approach. He needed—

“—Mac? Mac, you all right?”

He hadn’t heard Jack answer, suddenly he was just there in Mac’s ear. Mac tried to reply, but he was breathing too fast and too hard, out of breath from the two miles he’d run before the wind and a noise in the distance triggered something in him, sending his heart racing and adrenaline rushing through him.

“I—” The words choked in his throat. He gasped, clutching the phone like it was his only lifeline.

“Mac? Tell me where you are.” He heard rustling over the line, something thumping as Jack moved around. “I’ll come get you.”

“I went for a jog,” Mac managed. “But I just— I c-can’t—”

“Hey, it’s okay.” Jack’s tone turned soothing. “Slow down your breathing. Slow deep breaths, remember? I’m going to count for you, you just focus on breathing.”

“Uh huh,” Mac managed. On the line, Jack’s counting almost covered the sound of keys jangling, but doesn’t disguise the sound of a door slamming shut. But Jack kept talking, kept counting, his voice calm and steady. Just like all those times in the sandbox when Mac needed an anchor.

He heard footsteps and Jack’s car door before Jack asked again: “Tell me where you are. I’m assuming you must be close to your place, so I’m headin’ that way now, but in a couple minutes I’m gonna need more detail.”

Mac nodded, which Jack couldn’t hear, but after two more slow breaths, he raised his head and looked around. He was on the shady side of a building that was probably restrooms, with a view of the sparse grass and part of the children’s play area. He could see a dozen people toward the play area. Just average people, going about their day oblivious to him. Oblivious to all the dangers that could be lurking around them: a car bomb in the parking lot, a sniper on the ridges that overlook the park... 

He shuddered and squeezed his eyes shut again. “Griffith Park,” he says. “Swings and a restroom.” He takes a deep breath, and describes his location more precisely.

“Yeah, yeah, that’s good,” Jack told him over the sound of a blinker. “You just stay right there, keep talking to me, got it?”

“Yeah,” Mac managed.

He spotted Jack’s car before Jack saw him. Jack didn’t  bother to pull into the parking lot, just pulled a tight u-turn and stopped his car half on the edge of the road. A moment later he was loping across the grass toward Mac. Mac lowered the phone and pushed himself up straighter, suddenly aware that he was covered in drying sweat and playground bark, and crouched in the shadow of a playground restroom.

Jack crouched down in front of Mac, evaluating him with soft eyes that didn’t hold any recrimination. “I’ll take ya home,” he said, offering a hand.

“No.” Mac’s response was immediate. “No, can we go to your place? I don’t-–” he paused, taking a deep breath. He didn’t even know exactly where Jack was living. Inviting himself over was an enormous thing to ask, but he couldn’t go to his own house. “Bozer’s there. At home.” Bozer had been trying, but he hadn’t been where Mac and Jack had been, or seen what they’d seen. He wouldn’t understand how an innocent park turned into a nightmare in Mac’s fucked-up head.

Jack didn’t even hesitate. “Yeah, sure, wherever you want.” 

Jack’s proffered hand wiggled, prompting Mac to grab it. He rose on legs that felt like rubber. His entire body was still humming with the aftereffects of panic. “Thanks, Jack.”

“Any time, brother,” Jack said. His car keys jingled in his hand. “Any time.”

[fanaticsnail]

How They Kiss

Masterlist Here

Word count: 200+ x4

Synopsis: four very different kisses with your favourite one piece characters. Small drabbles for four different scenarios.

Notes: I needed to write some kisses. Just some sweet kisses with our favourites. I adore writing kisses. There needs to be more kisses. This is me procrastinating. Art link

Apprehensive Tag List: @sordidmusings @feral-artistry @i-am-vita @since-im-already-here @writingmysanity @gingernut1314 @mfreedomstuff @carrotsunshine @vespidphoenix

Aggressive Passion

Zoro, Kid, Killer, Doflamingo, Buggy, Crocodile, Luffy, Roger, Garp, Arlong, Lucci, Nami, Alvida, Ikkaku

Hands heaped in bunches clutch behind your head, fistfuls of your hair scrunched firmly against your scalp. Each moment you attempt to pull away and gasp for air, they're back on you and holding you firmly while their lips latch themselves desperately against your own.

All raw, all passion, all encumbering; consuming all of who and what you are and forging their claim upon you by the brutality of their embrace. Should you struggle to flee from their vice-like grip, desperately in need of a reprieve; their relentless tongue enters your mouth and captures your essence while simultaneously molding themselves into you.

When a small amount reprieve is granted; their lips find your jaw, your chin, your neck, and your shoulders. Wandering fingers scrape and claw at your back as your body is held at ransom to their vivacious lust. They have to claim you, they have to showcase their ownership of all that you are, they have to demonstrate to all surrounds that you are theirs and theirs alone.

Their lips write threats on your skin, and their raspy, lustful voice growls between bites, licks, and kisses.

“Mine,” their voice growls in a predatory rumble, their intentions not only convincing you, but themselves, “All mine.”

Silent Romance

Mihawk, Beckman, Rosinante Corazon, Rayleigh, Law, Shanks, Marco, Aokiji Kuzon, Robin, Vivi, Boa Hancock

Eyes glazed before shrouded beneath their fluttering eyelids, their lips caress yours with more words than lips could ever speak. A whisper calls to you, beckons you in as they rotate their chin to deepen their tantric oscillation.

Their hands wander up to cradle your flesh, gently raking the brush of their fingertips over your exposed skin before dipping beneath your shirt to seek out your body heat. Soft calls of their unspoken plea to open yourself up to a little more, they pull away from your lips to brush their nose and nuzzle their forehead against your own.

Your eyes flutter open, noticing their eyelids are partially cracked and gazing at you with longing. Their bruised lips softly upturn, their squinted smile showcased in the corner of their eyes. Anchoring yourself against them, you reignite their desire by pressing your lips once more to theirs.

As they part their lips, you feel the furrow of their brow in deep concentration, wrapped up in sharing the small carving of their personal bliss painted against you. It was portraiture, mapping your lips with their own and tasting the brushstrokes within each small change in momentum.

They whisper a call of your name, as their lips hover over yours. Their eyes hold more emotion than their words could ever speak.

Desperate Longing

Sanji, Ace, Shachi, Penguin, Helmeppo

The final lunge towards you held you captivated and in awe. Hands gripped at your waist, hips stapled your body between the hard surface of the cool floor, and the warmth of their body caging you beneath them.

Their warm tongue darted out to dominate and consume your own, breathy pants and whimpered whispers pleading a chant of, “More. Please more.”

Your hands reach up to caress their cheeks, hovering over the subtle dips and grooves you have mapped from memory. As they groaned through their struggle to claim more of your flavor over their palate, you met their desperation with only reciprocated passion.

Tugging at their hair has them whine against your lips. A strangulated groan followed by a roll of their eyes in bliss as you rolled them beneath your body with expert skill. Placing your hands beside their head and dipping down, you pressed an equally overemphatic kiss against their bruised lips.

Breath stolen from their lungs, heart beating with anxious rapidity, and hands wandering and roaming over your body; you bit, licked, caressed and sucked on their lips, jaw and neck as they cried out for you.

“Please,” they sniffed a soft sob, gasping their plea with the call of your name, “Please, I need more. Let me have more.”

Nervous Uncertainty

Usopp, Koby, Katakuri, Sabo, Franky, Hongo, Uni, Jimbei, Bartolomeo

A soft quiver in the corner of their lips, their brows elevated into a peaked triangle centralized to their forehead. Your eyes were darting between theirs, watching them wordlessly begin leaning in towards you.

Stuttering in their momentum, they hover their staggering lips over your own and their breath brushes against your skin. What felt like an eternity to them, they waited the turn of your cheek to reject their advance.

Your lips draw up into a broad smile, your eyelashes flutter as you lean in to take that final plunge and meet their lips. A shocked gasp is pulled from their throat, your smile only making their nerves spark with more intensity.

A hum of surprise fled from their lips the moment you parted your mouth to brush your tongue against theirs. Caressing their cheek, you support and guide them to make bolder movements. When their right hand finds your left, they interlace their fingers within your own while drawing their left hand to your hips.

What started with a steady and unsure stagger quickly sprung to more deliberate and intentional movements. They deepen the kiss with an angle of their chin, the brush of their nose and several open presses of their lips on yours.

“I don't do this often,” their voice quivers out their hushed confession, “But I want to keep doing this with you.”

[vvynia]

smut ramble: ellie reading your body

pairing: e. williams x reader

genre: smut + fluff

word count: 440

warnings: language that explicitly denotes reader as afab, this is literally smut so reader's discretion is advised for that alone and MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, mention of past erotic choking but overall very vanilla

author’s note: i was straight up in the middle of reading another fic writer’s smut and got a burst of inspiration, then i wrote this. yay !! also, as a black woman, i usually write for black readers but reader’s race doesn’t make a monumental impact in this little drabble x4, so go crazy !! also, these dividers are by @cafekitsune ! the goat.

just had the most random (not really, i’ve been thinking about this for the last week and a half actually) thought of how tender ellie is with you; how, when she has you naked under the heat of her eyes, spread open for her in the most testimonal manner, she presses her center to your’s with the utmost care; how she slots her body against your’s just right. skin to skin, breaths in sync. that harmony always comes to an end, however, when she begins to circle her hips. her goal is to catch your clit with her’s just how you both like.

you’re sopping wet and, goodness, she can hear so vivdly the way her essence mingles with yours—lovingly, carnally, desperately. the slick of you two is hightened by the silence and stillness of the room. after all, not much moves on the acres of a farm in the middle of jackson county, wyoming just hours before sunrise (except the two women occupying the house, of course).

the aura around you two buzzes, and as she grows more needy for her release, ellie’s grunts and pants waltz with your whines. her gait is getting you a little too worked up for her liking, however. she sees the signs: tremoring thighs, thready inhales, lost hands begging for a place to squeeze and tug for refuge.

these make her slow just enough to turn your cries indignant. you lift your eyelids so you can glare your annoyance into her, but ellie’s already caught you in her gaze.

she husks, “keep ‘em open, baby.” she leans further into you to put a calloused hand on your cheek and a soft kiss upon your lips. “you gotta keep ‘em open if you wanna cum harder, remember?”

you do remember.

you remember the first time ellie made you squirt. it was when she’d wrapped her hand into a near-fist around your throat and forced you to give her your undivided attention as she fucked her strap into you at a pace so brutal, you had bambi legs afterward.

though, like i said, ellie williams is gentle today. she realigns your focus by gradually finding the pace she’d kept before your burst of excitement. she splays her hand across your hip, smooches the plush of your calf, and manages to never lose your eyes the entire time.

a cracked moan and a yelp later, you cum unbidden.

the moral of the story lies here: ellie speaks the language of your body as though she’s been studying linguistics for the entirety of her life. to such extent and farther, that is how much she loves you.

@picklesarenice69 - girl, i know this isn’t what you’ve been asking me to tag you in, but i wrote something and i thought you might appreciate it 😂

[kaixserzz]

i looked into the mirror today and i was like GODDAMN my eyebags are HORRIBLE holy shit 😭😭made me think about zandik so here :3 kinda sucks but i just needed to prep myself b4 i write smth longer and get through this state of mind 💀💀

dottore drabble x4 "eyebags"

during your days back at the akademiya, it was not uncommon for scholars and students alike to have sleepless nights for the sake of their own projects and research.

zandik was especially no exception, despite his research usually having nothing to do with the akademiya.

it was always you who would remind him to sleep, so he wouldn't pass out in the middle of writing on his desk or start stumbling as he walks. you seemed to care for his body more than he did himself.

but he'd listen to you anyway, no matter how much he thinks it would be a hindrance to his progress if he dared to sleep, take a break, or even eat. you always seem to manage to convince him into doing things you want (for his own good).

it's not like he could think straight in such a vulnerable state.

so zandik was surprised to see you passed out on the living room floor, with papers messily splayed all over the coffee table, and dirty plates with leftover food on the couch.

if it was him in the scene, you probably would've scolded him for messing up the living room and sleeping there, but as of late, zandik noticed that you've been way too busy. but he hasn't seen you pull all-nighters unless there were exams, or you were nearing a due date.

zandik took it upon himself to investigate, peering into the numerous papers laid on the wooden table and ultimately found out that some of these papers weren't even yours, or were a group project.

he clicked his tongue in annoyance.

without waking you, zandik picked up all the papers and organized them as neatly as possible, resisting the urge to rip them apart. it was your work after all, despite the papers having someone else's name in them. then, he cleaned the dishes you'd left from your midnight snacks.

when you groaned and started blinking blearily awake, zandik gently pushed you back onto the couch, mumbling something about sleeping more.

and when you refused, he glared at you with a huff. "sometimes, your kindness could be such a curse," he remarks as he watched you shakily sit up, yawning, "you look horrible."

ignoring his comment as you stretched your body, noticing the clean living room. you gave a knowing smile to zandik, to which he just scoffed at.

you almost flinched at the sudden touch of his hands on your face, cupping your cheeks soothingly as he stared into your eyes. the fog of sleepiness hasn't been fully cleared from your mind, and you find yourself melting in his hands, sighing blissfully.

his thumbs pressed on the flesh beneath your eyes, and his right eye twitched. "you have big eyebags."

at that, you let out a noise, offended at his words, as you quickly sobered up from your sleepy state and glared halfheartedly at him. your hands found themselves on his face and lightly pinched his cheeks.

"like you're one to talk!" you pouted at him, "you're the one sleeping 2 hours everyday if i don't tell you to sleep!"

"i do not care much of what you do," he quickly lied, and you rolled your eyes, "but i will not stand for your idiocy to do everything yourself." zandik hissed, not noticing how his brewing anger made him dig his nails onto your jawline.

but it wasn't painful, considering how gentle he was whenever he holds you. though, you could tell he was genuinely upset. why were you letting others take advantage of you? he hates it, and you know he will do something about it sooner or later.

your chest felt warm knowing that he cares so much about you.

so you just sighed and grabbed him by his arms, before falling back onto the couch.

zandik yelps as he lands onto your body, and before he could process what you did, you had your arms wrapped around his torso, successfully trapping him. "what are you doing?" he glares at you again, elbows on the both sides of your head, propping himself upwards to not crush you.

"let's sleep a bit more," you cooed, pulling him to you, using all his strength to deny his squirming. you let him lay atop your body, arms refusing to let him go.

zandik flushed at the closeness, struggling to think coherently as your hot breath fanned against his neck. he felt the hairs on his arms stand when you spoke against his skin.

"we're both tired, so let's sleep,"

zandik scowled, but he let himself be comfortable against your body. he couldn't help but breathe in your scent as he buried his face in your chest, slowly growing content in this position. the feeling of your hand rubbing his head in all the right places is slowly lulling him to sleep once more.

"...fine," he relented with a grumble, "just this once, only because you're an idiot who needs a teddy bear to sleep."

you laughed lightly, before kissing him on the cheek. "thanks for looking out for me,"

"whatever..."

ugh, how is he going to sleep when you make his heart pound crazily against his ribcage?

- ̥۪͙۪˚┊❛❛ If you like this a lot, consider reblogging! I'll appreciate it very very much! Don't repost and/or translate my work anywhere. ❜❜ ┊˚ ̥۪͙۪◌

[samanthahirr]

Mystery May

I'm puzzling out the next round of clues in @mi6-cafe's mystery of the missing Aston Martin challenge! This 4x drabble tackles four clues in one go.

CLUES #3, #4, #5, #6

The quartermaster raised concerns about a case of champagne inexplicably delivered to his branch. An investigation quickly determined that a case had gone missing from the executive canteen, and soon pinpointed an unsigned delivery order sending it to Q Branch for reasons unknown. While the deliveryman has been cleared of wrongdoing, questions remain. Who is behind the fraudulent delivery order? And is it related to the missing Aston Martin?

DRABBLE x4

Q drops the security cable in frustration. Cleanly severed by a razor-sharp blade, not one of the tools common to the mechanics garage. No blade, no fingerprints, no footprints, the CCTV cameras conveniently down while the system reset…no evidence left behind but a cut cable that previously secured the Aston Martin in her bay, and a cheeky toy miniature of the car in its place. Far too tidy by half. His stomach sinks as he's unable to rule out his own staff playing some role in this theft. Troubled, he returns to the main lab and is greeted by the inapposite sound of a cork popping. What appears to be the entire day shift is gathered in the room, pouring bottles of bubbly into paper cups and toasting like it's bloody New Year's Eve. "What the hell's going on here?" Q demands. Some of the frivolity in the room abates, but not all. R steps forward, full cup in hand, and says with pink cheeks, "These just got dropped off, Sir," gesturing to a metal tub of champagne bottles on ice. "Where'd they come from? Who sent them?" She shrugs. "There wasn't a note. I assumed they were to celebrate meeting our productivity goals for the second quarter in a row." At Q's unimpressed stare, she adds, "You did say last week you planned to arrange a team celebration." Blast, he'd completely forgotten that promise. "So I did. In that case, as you were." He grabs an empty bottle on his way to his office, where he shuts the door for privacy. The uncorked bottle from his mini-fridge joins the empty on his desk, a certain double-0's 'gift' after the last Aston Martin disappeared. If James Bond weren't currently tied up in Shanghai, Q would have called him the likeliest suspect for both the theft and the unexplained champagne shipment. Suddenly paranoid, Q wakes his laptop to verify the real-time SmartBlood data on 007.  Minhang, thank god. But that still leaves one hell of a coincidence in front of him. Q glares at the matching labels on the bottles before putting the sealed bottle away and the empty in the bin. He moves to stand at the one-way glass looking onto the main floor and wonders who among his staff is the intended recipient of this latest 'thank you' gift. And why there's enough to share with the whole shift….

[jackiehicks]

hi!

i haven’t done this in a LOOOONG time. i used to write on here under the url imaginesxyou when i was like 13, but i miss writing and shipping and general tumblr shitposting so bad. i figured i’d do a little introduction to let you guys get to know me, and i’ve put my fandom list here too so you guys know what stuff i might write for!!

so i’m jackie. i’m 20 years old and based in the uk. i’m queer and genderfluid (any pronouns) so i’m happy to write any lgbtq+ requests you guys have. i’m an apprentice travel agent at the moment, and a lot of my time is eaten up by work. however i’ll try and pop on here and answer some of your requests when i can!! my hobbies generally include writing, watching tv and movies, and singing! i sing at my local open mic night and i really love it. i listen to all kinds of music, but i perform strictly 60’s music at the moment. i’m hoping to branch out into 70s and 80s stuff too when i have time. i’m also autistic and my hyperfixations can change quite often, so i’ll likely close some fandoms on my list depending on what i’m fixated on at the time. I’ll also probably add stuff on too as time goes on!

i’ll be writing little drabbles and self inserts (i’m a sucker for all that y/n shit), but also ships! this was a big thing that i did back in the day and the people seemed to love it. you guys probably don’t need it but here’s a quick rundown on how to request!

SELF INSERTS:

just pop a fandom and character into my ask box and a description of what sort of thing you’re looking for - it can be as long or as short of a description as you want! i’ll do my best with the given material. there are some things i probably won’t write but i can’t think enough to have a list of those here. if your ask includes something i’m not comfortable writing i’ll just reply and let you know.

SHIPS:

similar process - pop a fandom and a description of yourself into the ask box, and once again it can be as brief or as detailed as you see fit. try to include stuff like looks, personality, interests, gender and sexual preference, etc.

as it currently stands, here’s my fandom list that you can request from! requests will be open for all fandoms to kickstart the blog a little. it’s split into movies, tv shows, and music!

TV SHOWS:

high school musical: the musical: the series (current hyperfixation)

grease: rise of the pink ladies

community

sex education

stranger things

ted lasso

mech x4

kickin it

heartstopper

julie and the phantoms

my babysitter’s a vampire

MOVIES:

disney’s zombies

harry potter (but not in a way that supports jk rowling obvs)

ferris bueller’s day off

young guns 2 (specifically the sequel)

sky high

the mighty ducks

newsies

dead poets society

undrafted

lord of the rings

top gun

everybody wants some!!

star trek (2009-2016)

the breakfast club

narnia

x-men

bottoms

metal lords

star wars (probably just the movies at the moment, i’m a little behind on the shows)

disney’s descendants

MUSIC:

the monkees

the hollies

the beatles

the byrds

wham

nct dream (the only kpop group on here - sorry!)

backstreet boys

the doors

tokio hotel

the jimi hendrix experience

pink floyd

don broco

queen

and that’s my introduction done!! requests are officially open! thank you guys so much, this is gonna be so much fun.

for the first time, this is jackie signing off!

[ilycorisradiata]

four

ಌ four: tartaglia (x4) x masc!reader

ಌ theme: tartaglia wanting clones to spar with, but now he's having to fight them for his share of you

ಌ cw: implied masc reader (if pt. 2 then yes very much masc!reader), suggestive but nothing too out there idk, no pronouns used for reader<3, this started off as a funny haha idea but now my brain has gone into the gutter, pt. 2? hehe?, cross-posted on ao3

ಌ wc: 1k

ಌ notes: hi hi hello !! please take this drabble i've had in my notes for a while as i am far too busy atm to find the time to finish off bigger projects :(( this was originally a crack fic type thing but... yeah haha... have a good day<3

How you got to this point was absolutely beyond you. Before you stood four different Tartaglia’s, not really understanding why there was suddenly four of him but knowing that there was only one person that could have made this possible. They had a slight leaning in different personalities, but you could tell right off the bat who the original was, and he was trying to shut the others up at one point. Sighs would come like shockwaves to you, never really seeing the man frustrated over his own selves like this. Pinching his nose bridge, eyebrows knitted so closely together, and shaking his head at his failed attempts of controlling the situation.

One confessed his ‘undying love’ for you, how he’s loved you from afar until now, that this feeling sprouted from the moment he’d seen you and how his eyes would only ever follow after you. How he’d die for you, protect you, do anything for your approval, etcetera. The second had some crude words to say to you, telling you what he’d do to you and what type of situation he’d love to see you in, one of them specifically being with all of the clones. Third was shy; bashful. Whenever you looked at him, his ears would go red and he’d turn away from you, and if anything, it made you want to tease that one in particular. These were all a part of Childe’s feelings, something you’re very lucky to witness, and so you numbered them mentally to keep in check of things.

The original one looked pissed, everything about him had just been exposed and the clones weren’t listening to him for one minute. So, he stood in the middle of it all, blocking the clones from you in defiance to the two confessions, not really worried about the one taking sneaky looks only to look away once he had gotten caught staring by you both.

“Would you stop this? I got Dottore to clone me so that I could fight myself, find my own weaknesses by watching for my own moves… Not so you can go talking about things that I’ve been keeping to myself! My comrade shouldn’t have to hear this−”

“Okay, and? It’s your fault, and the fact you were warned about us not being an exact replica of yourself and there was a good 65% chance of us splitting into certain personalities of yours… You still took that risk. Anyway, Y/N, let’s leave! We should run away together, I’m the better clone out of us AND the one that isn’t chicken to admit his feelings for you!” One had proclaimed, extending a hand to you almost dauntingly.

“Can you shut the fuck up? Christ, Y/N isn’t interested in that. We should go ourselves, comrade, there’s much to do and there’s so much I’ve yet to do to you. He wants to spar so bad, but I’m not interested in seeing blood, I’m interested in seeing you in my be−”

“You… You guys are pushing too hard!” Three was quick to speak up to interrupt the remainder of Two’s sentence, and in a way you were glad he had, any slight movement or reaction could have gotten you whisked away by a very strange version of Tartaglia.

Childe was getting irritated with thing 1, 2, and 3, and you could see it in his face clear as day. It was as if a cloud enshrouded you all, with him being so close to snapping, to getting rid of them in a way he probably knows won’t work but would probably satiate the bubbling anger. You weren’t sure how to diffuse the heat of the bickering between them, so you took his hand into yours. He didn’t even turn around at this, only squeezing your hand that he’s thinking of something, he’ll fix this mess somehow.

“Hey! Who said you could hold hands?!” It felt like your eardrums could pop if One had said this any louder, not really realising that the original could probably raise his voice just as loud. Two looked at him in disbelief.

“What are you, a child?”

“That’s our codename dingbat, we should at least live up to it, no?” One wasn’t taking the sarcasm from Two,

“This is so much worse than I thought this would be. I wish Dottore gave more warning in how annoying it is to meet certain parts of yourself from this type of perspective.” He squeezed your hand, moving backwards so that you could slowly put distance between yourselves and the clones, hoping you could run at some point.

“Shall we just share? I think it would be interesting…” Three had suggested, voice growing quieter when the others stopped to listen to him.

“What the fuck are you insinuating?” Folding his arms, Two was willing to listen but thought it was weird Three would bring up such a thing. All eyes were now on Three, but his eyes were darting everywhere but your face, his cheeks still burning up and around his face.

“Hmmm… He has a point.”

“The only point I’m seeing right now is that you guys want us all to jump our comrade here.”

You felt like a lamb. Trapped and surrounded by a pack of hungry wolves that are ready to just gobble you right up, Childe had a strange glint in his eye after thinking about what the third clone was suggesting to them all… That simply ‘sharing’ you would be much easier, as if you were some toy. Did it excite you? Maybe. But how would it work with 5 people? You knew what position you were being egged into, but how could 4 people ‘share’ you? They circled you, trapping you in the middle and Childe was in front of you, hands wandering around your waist. One was quick to pull your face towards him to the right, Two following closely behind by getting behind you, his arms ducking under armpits and his hands spreading as he felt up your chest. Three had finally mustered up some courage, holding your hand whilst his other danced up your left arm. All of them made you feel overwhelmingly hot, it felt like you were burning wherever they touched.

“Don’t worry, comrade, we’ll take such good care of you.”

[seoafin]

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the most twisted curse (of them all)

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I could fall asleep or stare in your eyes (you're right by my side)

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Valentines Day Compilation (2021) ➤ (shoko ieiri, geto suguru, gojo satoru, haibara & nanami )

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[untitled fic tbw]

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[gizkasparadise]

1 & 17?

lol anon why would you ask me these together

1. If you’re an author, how many WIPs do you currently have? (Be honest!)

sob im going to have to subcategory this. multi-chapter that’s still ongoing/i have not quitthe furyhunting the bulli loved rome moresatellitesthe hitchcut out in little stars

fic that is being drafted in my gDocs and will one day be postedgendrya Naked and Afraid AUhawke/anders On The Run oneshotjon/ygritte and brienne/jaime soulmate oneshots

drabble prompts to be filled soon(ish)fury outtakes x4brienne x ygritte x2

17. Describe a fic that is still in the ‘ideas’ stage.

the only one i really have/that i’ve been sitting on has got the working title "Get in the Van AU.” it’s a canon divergent fic, where ned legit quits being the hand after he and robert disagree about assassinating daenerys, and leaves king’s landing. 

after finding out about The Seed is Strong, he takes Gendry and Barra with him to be Proof, and he sends a raven to stannis telling him to Meet Somewhere (probably dragonstone idk yet) so they can discuss cersei’s treason and Next Steps

sort of like a

“what if ned became king in the north & gendry lives at winterfell”

thing

[rahleeyah]

Today's theme is drabbles, and while this is like a drabble x4 it's one of my favorites and I wanted to share it again. I will try to post something new (and actually a drabble) after work.

War Stories

@it-is-bugs here's a little thing I wrote in 20 minutes at work. 400 words.

She's got her war stories, too. Her scars don't show, not the way Lucien's do when he lashes out at a society dinner, when he pulls his shirt over his head and the faded red spiderweb of grief that winds across his back taunts her from beneath his vest. Her scars don't show but she runs her fingertips across them in the darkness, the memories playing like a film reel in her mind. She can feel the horror and the hunger, the grief like a physical ache. She remembers very well the day her heart was torn from her chest and she looks at Mattie, sometimes, and thinks I love her, I do, but God help me she's spoiled, these children we raised will never know what we sacrificed, so they can do as they please and that's a blessing, a mercy, she knows it is, but sometimes she feels as if the world has marched on, and left her and all the others like her far behind. 

She's got her war stories, like the day she lost her girl, fought a battle only a woman can fight, a battle only a woman can lose. Like the day Christopher left and she fell to her knees in the dirt; she'd fought like hell to make him see that she loved him, that she needed him, that if he left she'd crumble into nothing, and she'd lost that fight, too. War stories, like the nights she went to bed hungry, the lies she told her children, the way she fought to keep her chin up when she pawned her mother's silver. That battle she won; the war took her home, her man, her youth, but it never took her dignity. 

War stories, like how her body trembles when she throws Lucien's arm over her shoulder and half drags him to bed, knowing there's ghosts in his head that look like hers but bloodier. She wants to ask him about it, sometimes. She wants to ask him, sometimes, about the tremor in his hands and the haunted look in his eyes, about the photographs that never see the light of day and the scars across his back. 

That's what old soldiers do, isn't it? She thinks sometimes. Sit around and share war stories. 

They didn't fight the same battles but they share the same war, and sometimes she thinks they ought to tell their stories. 

[fazbear-security]

Home Away [A Drabble]

The werewolf held no love for the 4’x4’ cage he’d been imprisoned in for countless months, but at least its small size had made guarding its corners manageable.

By comparison, the room Professor Nye had so graciously loaned to him was….huge.

Michael had paced the perimeter of the room several times only a few minutes after the professor had bade him goodnight, nervously eyeing the wide bay windows and high ceilings. He fidgeted with the bandages wrapped around his hands, and tried to step gingerly on feet that were just as injured. He should have been resting, like he’d told Professor Nye he would…he was exhausted, and that plush, quilt-covered bed called to him like a godsend….

But this all felt too good to be true.

Out of the blue, he’d been rescued. Whisked away from horrid conditions and daily torture by one terrifying and one strikingly handsome men who took the strange and the supernatural in one long, easy stride. His wounds had been tended to. He’d been given a place to stay, and actual food to eat. It was more than he could ever hope for.

There had to be a catch to this, right?

What would he be expected to do? Act as a servant? A slave? A pet? He would do anything to stay free of the hell he’d been living in, but at least the smugglers had been straightforward about their intentions….

Michael ceased his pacing and gnawed anxiously on the side of his hand. He could feel a transformation creeping at the edges of his bones, but that’s where it remained - seemed his wolf was just as exhausted as he was. After agonizing on the spot for nearly ten minutes, Michael tugged off the sheets and blankets and pillows of the bed, and piled them all in one corner of the room to make a warm, cozy nest on the floor.

The young man settled there, feeling just a little bit of his fear fading away with two walls at his back, a bookcase to his side, and a clear view of the door. He pulled one of the quilts up over his head, completing the makeshift ‘cave’, and tried to close his eyes.

Sleep was probably not going to happen, but he’d told Professor Nye that he’d rest. He didn’t want to come out a liar…

[kaixserzz]

✧﹕💫｡♡・MASTERLIST.IL DOTTORE.2ND OF FATUI HARBINGERS

୨ IL DOTTORE ୧

❥ Loyal Knight [Dottore]; Part 1 - Part 2 ♡ Boyfriend texts! ♡ Modern!Au

╰❥ DRABBLES

❥ x1 "gossip" ♡ x2 "habits" ♡ x3 "favorites" ♡ x4 "eyebags" ♡ x5 "luv u, luv u 2" ♡

╰❥ SERIES

❥ Just Like Me. ♡

୨ OTHER CHARACTERS ୧

୨ CHILDE ୧

❥ Together ♡

୨ PANTALONE ୧

❥ With you by my side ♡

୨ WANDERER ୧

❥ Preparing!

╰❥ DRABBLES

❥ x1 "reminiscent" ♡