#prompt drabble collection

[slippinmickeys]

Not a prompt, just something I've been playing with forever and actually had a few minutes last night to sit with it.

The plum-colored hollows under her eyes—even from twenty feet away—even through a window—practically took him out at the knees. 

He has to psyche himself up to walk into the room, something he has never had to do outside an autopsy bay. Usually, if she’s in a room, it’s where he wants to be, too. 

He’d hovered in the hallway, waiting for her mother and brother to leave, and strolls in with a smile and a positivity so forced it borders on hysterical. 

He can tell right away she doesn’t buy it. 

“What say the doctors?” he asks, taking her cold hand in his own, trailing tubes like an untied shoe. He’s careful not to bump her IV port. 

“No improvement,” she says, and he can tell she’s holding back tears. 

“We’ll it’s not—“

“Mulder,” she says, a warning. A plea. 

Something tight forms behind his ribs. 

“I’ve asked Father McCue to come administer last rites.”

All his muscles suddenly tense, and he feels as though if he weren’t doing his absolute best to remain as unaffected as possible, he might hyperextend into the spastic U of a tetanus patient. 

“It’s too early,” he says, and he knows it’s the wrong thing when she closes her eyes and rests them, her face looking ever so slightly pained. 

He squeezes her hand. “May I wait with you?” he asks, his voice very compact and small. 

She nods and they sit quietly. So quietly that eventually a nurse slips an arm into the cracked door and dims the lights. 

His thoughts cast off into the cosmos, rippling through space time in search of the crossroads where an atheist and Catholic might meet when all is said and all is done. 

He watches her as she drifts into a light sleep, the cannula in her nose flaring with vapor at every exhale. 

Eventually there is a soft knock on the door and Mulder turns to see her priest. The man smiles at him kindly, but Mulder doesn’t return it. Her god is angry and vengeful. Her god is unfeeling and cruel. 

“Scully,” he says gently, lifting her knuckles to his mouth again, pressing warmth into the dry, papery skin.

Scully rolls to face him, the Vermeer arc of her aristocratic cheek lined in shadow.  

Father McCue comes into the room. Speaks. 

“Would you like to stay and say a prayer with us?” The man asks Mulder politely. “I think Dana might like that.”

Anger washes over him. Anger at cancer and Scully and her god. Anger at this priest sent to speak over her soul, to shuttle it along as if it wasn’t already anchored to his. 

There are worlds she hasn’t seen yet. Stories she hasn’t told. 

It’s a crime what’s happening to her. 

It’s an atrocity. 

It’s a sin. 

“You want to know what I think?” He rises to his feet, ignores the priest. Speaks directly to her. “I think God should be asking you for mercy,” he says, bringing her knuckles to his lips before pulling away. Before dropping her hand. “I think God should be asking for your forgiveness.”

She looks at him, her face in shock. 

“I don’t think you should grant it.”

He turns from her and silently slips out of the room.

[amethystarachnid]

Omg thanks so much for opening the requests again!!💛 (and sorry for dumping my long ass requests girl😭) How have you been?

please give us an innocent & shy y/n and flirty-drunk-jealous tony drabble pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee TQ!

SHY READER & FLIRTY TONY STARK - a Drabble

(you'll find the others drunk/jealous in this post but scroll down, I wanted to try something new and divided it in parts)

Tony Stark notices you the moment you step into the lab—mostly because you trip over your own feet. Smooth.

“New intern or did Fury finally send a spy who isn’t obvious?” He grins, leaning against his desk. You turn red. Mission: Speak. Failed.

You mutter something about coffee runs. He tilts his head. “Uh-uh. Try again, Casper. Louder, for the people in the back.”

“I—I’m here to—to assist,” you squeak. Tony gasps, clutching his arc reactor. “A shy scientist? Illegal. I’m calling SHIELD.”

He nicknames you “Bambi” after you bolt out of the room the first time he winks. (”Like the deer. All wide-eyed and skittish. Adorable.”)

He “accidentally” sends DUM-E to bring you tools—every five minutes. You swear the bot winks at you. (Traitor.)

“Friday, play Careless Whisper,” Tony announces when you drop a wrench. You groan. “I hate it here.” He grins. “No, you don’t.” (…Damn it.)

One day, you snap. “If you’re this annoying, how does anyone like you?” Tony beams. “There’s the fire! Knew it was in there.”

You sigh. He winks. This might be a problem. (…Or the start of something very fun.)

SHY READER & DRUNK TONY STARK

Tony stumbles into the penthouse, tie loose, cheeks flushed. You blink from the couch. Oh no.

“There’s my favorite person,” he slurs, pointing dramatically. “You. Yes, you. The cute one. With the face.”

You sigh. “How much did you drink?” He gasps, offended. “Rude. I’m perfectly sober.” (He is not.)

He flops onto the couch, head in your lap. “You’re so soft. Like a… a cloud. A shy, blushing cloud.” You cover your face. Why me.

“Tony, you’re heavy—” “And you’re beautiful,” he interrupts, poking your nose. “Boop.”

He tries to whisper but it’s loud. “Hey. Hey. Wanna know a secret? I like you. Like, like like.” You groan. “We’re dating.”

“Exactly,” he says, as if this is groundbreaking. “Best decision ever. High five.” (He misses your hand entirely.)

You try to get up. He whines, clinging to your arm. “Nooo, don’t leave. What if I wither without you?” (Drama queen.)

“You need water,” you mutter. He grins. “I need you.” Pause. “…But water’s cool too, I guess.”

SHY READER & JEALOUS TONY STARK

You’re laughing at something Steve said—just Steve, harmless, platonic Steve—but Tony’s grip on his drink tightens. Uh-oh.

“Wow, Rogers. You really needed her to explain the WiFi password?” Tony’s grin is sharp. “Or were you just fishing for conversation?”

Steve blinks. You kick Tony under the table. He fake-gasps. “Violence? From you? I’m wounded.” (He’s smirking.)

When Bucky dares to hug you, Tony loses it. “Barnes. Hands to yourself or I’m donating that arm to science.”

“Why are you texting Steve?” Tony demands. “He asked for cookie recipes.” “…Captain America bakes now?”

You’re late. Tony paces. “Maybe she’s with Bruce—he’s all ‘calm’ and ‘listens’—ugh.” (Bruce, from the couch: “I’m right here.”)

A paparazzi photo surfaces of you smiling at Thor. Tony prints it out, circles it in red. “Explain.” “He told a joke.” “I tell jokes!”

You catch him Googling “how to be more charming than Norse gods”. (Spoiler: He already is.)

Finally, you kiss his pout away. “Relax. You’re the only Stark I want.” He smirks. “Better be.” (Mission: Secure the Girl—complete.)

[generalsdiary]

you brought your partner a flower bouquet. it isn’t something they often receive, and you felt a desire to change that. being a solemn, thoughtful person after thanking you they said;

“yes… it is sad that I’ll have to watch them die.” “they started dying the moment they were picked. kind of like humans, from the age of 25 their bodies officially begin to die.” upon hearing your words they look back at you, sharing a knowing look. “that is too short. I…” they clench their jaw for a moment. “humans have too short of a life span. we- I will find a way” soft, whispered words flowing between you two like a breeze on an early spring morning.

depending on the context behind their words, that perhaps brought you joy, that your loved one would go above and beyond to have as much time as possible with you. or it filled you with fear, knowing their history with such ways of life manipulation.

“no matter how much time we have, we will be alright. I cherish every moment I get with you. and once I’m gone-“

“please don’t say that.” their voice fell to a broken whisper. noticing the change in their body language, you moved closer, cupping their face, and matching their quiet tone you said, “let’s stay in the present. I’m right here, living and breathing. focus on me, on my heart,” you take their hand and place their palm on your chest. “on how it beats for you. for us.”

Dan Heng, Jingliu, Blade, Dan Feng, Neuvillette, Xiao, Wanderer, Scaramouche, Capitano

divider cr: @saradika

[whump-until-wretched]

“I will do anything,” Caretaker pleaded from their knees. “Just – don’t hurt him. He’s not your enemy. I am.”

Whumper narrowed his eyes, considering, but did not let go of Whumpee, whom he had pinned against the wall, his hand wrapped around the throat of the defenseless boy, who didn’t have enough life in him to put up a fight anymore. “What do you have to offer?”

“What do you want?” Caretaker stared at Whumper. “My life? My freedom? Let him go and whatever it is you want from me, I will give you without a fight.”

“I want you to suffer,” Whumper spat, fingers tightening around half-conscious Whumpee’s neck. Whumpee’s breaths were becoming more shallow and raspy, and Whumper grinned toothily at the pure panic and desperation on Caretaker’s face. “And what would be a better way to make that happen than through him?”

[dxdiiag]

I am incapable on focusing on one idea bc why am I writing a ‘Dean gets roofied’ fic rn

[lifeinacartoon]

Agents of Snow

Christmas Drabble 3/25

The wind screamed through the mountain pass, snow blasting against Clint’s face as he trudged forward. His bow, useless in the storm, was strapped across his back, and every step felt heavier as the snow piled up around them.

“Are you sure we’re even moving?” Natasha shouted over the wind, her voice muffled by the thick scarf wrapped around her face.

“Moving, yeah,” Clint called back, squinting through the whiteout. “In the right direction? No idea.”

Her exasperated sigh was lost to the storm, but before Clint could offer a sarcastic apology, a dark shape loomed ahead.

“Cabin!” he yelled, relief surging through him.

Natasha squinted, then nodded, quickening her pace. They reached the small, weather-beaten structure in minutes, but their relief was short-lived. Snow had piled up against the door, almost burying it.

“Great,” Natasha muttered, yanking her gloves tighter. “Guess we’re digging.”

Clint dropped to his knees, his gloved hands plunging into the packed snow. It was hard work, the icy wind biting at any exposed skin as they scooped away handfuls of snow. Natasha worked beside him, her breaths coming in sharp bursts of white mist.

The door groaned under Clint’s first shove, refusing to budge. “Stuck,” he grunted, leaning his shoulder into it.

Natasha narrowed her eyes, crouching beside him. “Move.” She pressed her hands against the wood, bracing herself. “Together?”

“On three,” Clint said. “One, two—”

“Three!”

They shoved, the door creaking violently as the snow began to give way. With a final heave, it burst open, sending both of them stumbling into the cabin, Natasha landing on top of Clint in an undignified heap.

“Well, that was graceful,” Clint said, his voice muffled against the floorboards.

“Shut up,” Natasha muttered, rolling off him and sitting up. She shoved the door closed, barricading it with an old chair they found nearby. “At least it’s warmer in here.”

The cabin was dark and cold, but it was shelter. Clint dug through his pack, pulling out a flare. “Romantic lighting, anyone?”

Natasha snorted, taking it from him and igniting it in the tiny stone fireplace. The glow flickered to life, and while it wasn’t much, it was enough to chase the worst of the cold away.

They huddled under a shared emergency blanket, their backs against the wall. “Well,” Natasha said dryly, “Merry Christmas.”

Clint chuckled, shaking his head. “Merry Christmas, Nat. Next time, I’m picking the holiday spot.”

“Yeah,” she murmured, resting her head against his shoulder. “Somewhere warm.”

The storm raged on outside, but inside, they found a flicker of warmth—and hope.

[westernlarch]

100 Words - Cycles (Femshep)

Today's word: breathe

“Breathe”, her father had told her. “And don’t let them find you.” Those had been his last words. The words she’d heard before he kissed her on the forehead and shut the cupboard door, her world gone dark forever. Years later, the air is thick with dust. It coats her lungs—a slurry of ash and contaminants, remnants of the heart of the galaxy. All she can do in the dark is breathe. All you need to do is breathe, she repeats. Suddenly, a burst of voices breaks through the ruins. A painful sliver of light. The door has opened.

More of my ME drabbles can be found here

[she-who-the-river-could-not-hold]

trepverter [a Lumax ficlet]

trepverter - a witty response or comeback you think of only after it's too late to use [from this prompt list] Lucas Sinclair POV, Lumax-focused | tags: canonverse, season two | wc: 440

When you’re friends with nerds, it’s pretty tricky to always feel like you’re the smartest one in the room. And for the most part, Lucas doesn’t mind. 

Mike is the best DM because of how smart he is and his ability to both come up with every little detail, but also remember them. Dustin’s interests have only become wackier as his interest in science evolves, but his ability to memorize facts is genuinely impressive. And Will, while the quietest, is smart in a lot of ways that the others need. 

Lucas likes to think that he’s the most traditionally booksmart of the gang. He’s the logical one, the overall knowledge. He can keep up with his parents and their friends, teachers love him in class. 

But holy shit, no one makes him second guess himself like Max fucking Mayfield. 

It feels like every conversation ends with him a half-step behind, whether it’s a joke about something in general or (usually) about him. Maybe it’s the glint of mischief in her eyes that distracts him. Or maybe it’s that, as he’s stumbling over his thoughts and words, she always has this sort of challenging smirk on her face.

Inevitably, halfway through his next class, Lucas will suddenly think of a comeback. Something funny or intelligent that proves that he can keep up with her.

They never really come to fruition. 

Because by then she’s moved on, or they’ve moved on, or they’re literally chasing after some stupid creature that Dustin definitely lied to them about. 

And so he’s left in this cycle of thinking up witty conversation points and then tripping all over himself the second he’s around her again. 

But somehow Lucas never quite feels self-conscious about it. Because he also can’t stop being amazed how whip smart Max is. How funny she is and how much she seems to enjoy challenging him. But right around when he figures out the butterflies in his stomach definitely mean more than just normal nerves, he finds that maybe she doesn’t always need him to be quick on the draw with a comeback.

Because when the time comes, when the night sky stretches over them and he’s able to temporarily forget that they’re hiding out from a bunch of hungry Demogorgons, Lucas is able to say something else. He’s able to say the right thing. The things that Max needed to hear, judging how her usually smirk melts into an open and vulnerable smile. 

And maybe based on how tightly they end up holding hands in the aftermath of it all, she seems willing to wait as long as needed to hear what else he can say.   

[kmomof4]

Self-Promo Sunday

For today’s SPS, I thought I’d feature my prompts and drabbles collection after a murderous mood sent me back to it about a week ago. There’s a little bit of everything in this collection - smut, sweet domestic moments, daddy Killian, some extremely justified beat downs of Neal and Walsh, whumped Killian, a short fic featuring our favorite couple with a splash of OQ… that’s all I can think of off the top of my head… If you haven’t read them, I hope you do and let me know what you think, and if you have, perhaps it’s time for a reread!! 10 unrelated chapters (except 2) with a total of 11,600 words.

On ao3

Tagging the usuals. Please let me know if you’d like to be added or removed.

@jrob64 @winterbaby89 @hollyethecurious @the-darkdragonfly @jennjenn615

@donteattheappleshook @undercaffinatednightmare @pirateherokillian @cocohook38 @qualitycoffeethings

@booksteaandtoomuchtv @superchocovian @motherkatereloyshipper @snowbellewells @pirateprincessofpizza

@djlbg @lfh1226-linda @xarandomdreamx @tiganasummertree @bluewildcatfanatic

@anmylica @laianely @resident-of-storybrooke @exhaustedpirate @gingerchangeling

@caught-in-the-filter @ultraluckycatnd @stahlop @darkshadow7 @fleurdepetite

@captainswan-kellie @soniccat @beckettj @teamhook @whimsicallyenchantedrose

@thisonesatellite @jonesfandomfanatic @elfiola @zaharadessert @ilovemesomekillianjones

@mie779 @kymbersmith-90 @suwya @veryverynotgoodwrites

[fanwork-exchange-promos]

Collecting prompts for a X-Men unconventional pairings Fic Meme/Drabble-a-Thon

Posted by: flareonfury UC_XMEN FIC MEME > PROMPTS NEEDED Event Info: Help is needed for uc_xmen new fic meme/drabble-a-thon for X-Men unconventional ships. So in the style of the various fic memes and oxoniensis' Porn Battles - comment with prompts & I'll post a masterlist by July 6th. That gives us about two weeks for prompts and then a free-for-all to grab the prompts and start writing. Important Dates: Collecting Prompts until July 6, 2025, which is when a new post with all the prompts will be organized and viewable for anyone to grab and start writing! No time limit after that! Notes/Other Key Info: PROMPT AS MUCH OR AS LITTLE AS YOU WISH! THE MORE THE MERRIER! You want a full sentence or song title or whatever go ahead, or you can just do simple one or two worded prompts. If you have more than one prompt for a pairing, please separate by a comma (such as Cyclops/Rogue - bed, kiss, butterfly kisses) Comment as many times as you want, or just edit your comments before July 6th. I'll make a Masterpost for all the prompts that day and start the challenge then. If it happens where no one comments, I'll try to make up my own list up with various pairings, not just everything I ship. comments via The Fandom Calendar https://ift.tt/O5IrmW7

[operationmorewhitecollar]

October Drabble

Here we are in a new month, new quarter, new season, so we definitely need a new drabble prompt! (Or, a double drabble prompt, if you're feeling particularly wordy!)

This time, we're waiting to see what you can do with the word 'fair.' You're always so creative, we're sure to see lots of fun entries!

And, as mentioned a couple of months ago, we'll be wrapping up this particular adventure at the end of the year, so this marks the beginning of our final quarter of drabble prompts. So if you've been waiting to join in the fun, you're running out of time!

[mackerel-haru]

[drabble fic ! ] — haruka nanase centric drabbles, with romantic or platonic focuses on different characters: each chapter follows haru/xyz

[sinsofnivan]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀your idols and you. ♡

SUMMARY: just a bunch of saja boys NSFW prompts && drabbles. <3

PAIRINGS: SAJA BOYS/you, JINU/you, ABBY/you, ROMANCE/you, BABY/you, MYSTERY/you.

A/N: I KNOW I HAVE OTHER PROMPTS TO WRITE BUT AAAA I JUST LOVE THEM SO MUCH. <3

the meanest. ♡

the one who’ll make you plead, make you cry from being edged for too long. slap your cunt when you cum against his wishes, but mocks you for cumming too quickly. will break you. degradation galore.

BABY, MYSTERY.

the nastiest. ♡

spit, public play; maybe make his members watch while he fucks you in full nelson. has a collection of you at your most depraved: a picture from above while you suck him off, his cock coated in your mess, the bulge of your throat when he has your head hanging from the edge of the bed.

MYSTERY, BABY.

the most obsessive—err, possessive. ♡

has you covered in his bites. loves to make you scream his name, remind you who you belong to. adores how you smell jus’ like him when you leave his room. will literally scare off other men that dared to look at your direction.

oh, and jerks off to your panties.

all of them tbh. | JINU, ABBY, MYSTERY.

the sweetest. ♡

puts you first. will have you cumming five times before he can even take his clothes off. takes his sweet, sweet time in ruining you. will talk you through it while he’s riding out your sixth orgasm with skilled, circular rolls of his hips.

ROMANCE. duh. who else.

the biggest . . 👀 ( with visual, please be advised! )

ABBY — do i even need to explain? 9 - 11 inches. he's big. thick and fucking veiny. #CE7788. manscapes. has heavy, fat balls that's 'nuff to smother you, probably. will bulge from your tummy. has a sensitive tip, too. certified cervix breaker.

JINU — 8 - 9 inches. so fuckin' girthy you can barely make your fingertips touch together. has a prominent vein that runs down his shaft whenever he's hard, especially when he's pent up. bruiser. #F1A5AA. trimmed, always has a happy trail. a little curved.

MYSTERY — 8 inches. pretty smooth with a bulbous tip. leaks a lot of pre. a lot. a little on the hairy side. he adores seeing your nose buried in those darker tufts. has sensitive balls. #E9A6B2.

ROMANCE — 8 inches. the prettiest dick eveeeeer. he prefers manscaping but if you ever asked him to, yk, be a little hairier, he'll definitely grow it out for you. maybe leaning towards the left. #B56182. plump balls. lighter at the shaft, pinker at the head. has some purplish veins running down along it when he's pent up.

BABY — 7 - 8 inches. trimmed. has a fat fucking tip. #CD9F8F. smooth, but will occasionally have some veins peeking through. not as girthy, but the length compensates. don't be fooled—BABY 100% knows how to use it. he has sensitive balls, too.

most likely to break the bed. ♡

ABBY. i don’t need to explain.

most likely to ruin you for anyone else.

will have you crawling back to him. metaphorically, literally—it doesn’t really matter. you’ll come back for more.

MYSTERY, JINU, ROMANCE, BABY, ABBY.

most likely to fuck you stupid. ♡

they'll have you sobbing, shaking while every drag of his cock's making you writhe. cradles your head while he's deep, deep in you in a mean mating press. jus' can't stop fuckin' you because your cunt's too good, your expressions just make his cock throb every time. 

MYSTERY, BABY, ABBY, JINU, ROMANCE.

most blessedcursed with stamina. ♡

ABBY, JINU.

praise enthusiasts. ♡

JINU, ROMANCE, ABBY.

degradation enthusiasts. ♡

MYSTERY, BABY, JINU, ABBY.

loves seeing you beneath him - ♡ missionary, mating press, etc.

ROMANCE, JINU, ABBY, MYSTERY, BABY.

loves having you on top of him - ♡ cowgirl/reverse cowgirl, lotus, straddling his lap, etc.

ROMANCE, ABBY, JINU, BABY, MYSTERY.

orally fixated. ♡

ROMANCE, JINU.

will manhandle you. ♡

ABBY, JINU.

who cums the most?

ABBY, ROMANCE, JINU, MYSTERY, BABY.

teases the most.

all of them. | JINU, ABBY, ROMANCE, BABY, MYSTERY.

"mine,"

JINU's teeth sink into your skin. he can smell your arousal, smell that cunt. he's practically salivating, tongue nursing the harsh bites he'd bestow on your soft skin. patterned dexterity aids in wrapping your legs around his waist as he sheathes into you for the nth time tonight.

"only i can see you like this. you're so pretty. my pretty human,"

── ⟢ ・⸝⸝ ──

a thick bicep locks around your neck, squishing your cheeks in the process. your whimpers are more ragged, breathy, while ABBY's rutting into you from behind; hips slamming into you harshly again and again and again. "i love your fucking cunt. look at you, slutty girl. all you've done is—," his words are punctuated by a savage, punishing slam, and ABBY keeps himself sheathed, still.

"—cream all over my dick. are you sure you won't pass out— ♡ ?"

── ⟢ ・⸝⸝ ──

moans are too audible in your room, alongside loud, obscene squelching that were none other than MYSTERY's fingers pumping in and out of soaked pussy. trembles visibly run through your frail, human body as he curves his fingers up, against that spot. you were so close. so, so close, but he slides his fingers too quickly, and your hips are chasing the air.

"ah-ah-ah. not yet, my pretty slut."

── ⟢ ・⸝⸝ ──

fingers card through his soft locks, legs closing in on his head as his tongue flicks against your clit. the sting doesn't seem to bother ROMANCE, though, only digging into his favourite meal as he runs a long stripe of his tongue from your creamy slit up to your pillowy mons. "you taste so good, my love," he whispered, placing kisses on it.

"i don't wanna stop . . i love you, love tasting you . . "

── ⟢ ・⸝⸝ ──

"n, no, do—!"

the bed creaks under your weight as you squirmed, legs kicking 'n back arching as BABY pinched your sensitive clit. "i told you not to cum. who let you cum, sweetheart? you're so cute, it's pathetic." smack! oh, fuck, the way your cunt twitches against the smack of his palm. fuck . . "s, sorry, 'm sorry . . " you hiccuped, looking at him with red, teary eyes. there was an attempt to close your legs, but a firm hand ensnares your knee; a warning guised in a thumb rubbing your puffy clit.

"i don't think so."

end,

[motherofsephy]

🪑🧔🏾‍♂️🌹 Here are the next three prompts I completed for the PokeVillaintines event. I’ll try to be better at posting these each day here. You can follow the fics at ao3 if you want the fics as I post them. I’m not good with advertising my work.

[rafesangelita]

♡ when rafe accidentally snaps on bambi!reader

warnings: a little bit of crying, hurt + comfort

a/n: thank you so much to the anon who sent in this link <3 this little drabble is inspired by it!! i might open up req’s soon because even though i have prompt ideas already, lately i’ve just felt uninspired to write them out..

“are you almost ready?!” rafe called out from the front door, his truck keys hanging from his fingers. you didn’t respond, instead you panicked once you realized you weren’t even close to finishing your makeup. “oh, god..” you whimpered, scrambling to your feet to try and put a quick outfit together while you patted in your blush.

at your lack of response, rafe cursed under his breath before slamming the door shut and making his way to your room. “are you fucking serious?” you jumped when you heard his voice, your head shooting in his direction as you stood there, dumbfounded. your hair rollers were still wrapped tightly in your hair, your robe hanging haphazardly off your shoulders. it was needless to say you looked far from being ready.

“son of a bitch—” rafe’s eyebrows knitted together as he pinched the bridge of his nose, a frustrated sigh falling from his lips. he was already irritated upon arriving to your place. rafe had spent all afternoon arguing with ward over some ‘cameron development’ stuff, he had deadlines he already accepted he wasn’t going to be able to meet, it was like a thousand degrees outside and to top it all off; he was hungry.

“we’re just getting something to eat, bambi. you could honestly just leave the house like this.” rafe grumbled, already moving to get ahold of your elbow and drag you out. “what?! no— ray, can you please just give me ten minutes? all i have to do is put on some clothes and finish my makeup real quick. i’ll even take my rollers out in the truck, okay?” rafe studied you for a moment, his nostrils flaring as he let out a deep breath.

“fine,” he nodded, “i’m gonna go turn the ac on in the truck, then. please try to make this fast.” you muttered an ‘okay..’ before spinning around and taking a seat at your vanity. you worked as quickly as you could, only getting as far as putting on some lip liner and lipgloss before you heard a honk outside. curling your lashes hastily, you wasted no time in slipping on a dress you hadn’t worn in a while.

grabbing your purse on the way out, you skipped down the stone walkway just in time for rafe to roll his window down. “do you have everything? your phone?” you paused. your phone was on your bed last time you saw it. “uhm, i’ll be right back..” you apologized when you saw the scowl on rafe’s face. your boyfriend shook his head when you tripped, nearly sending yourself on the ground as you rushed to go back inside. setting your purse down on the couch, you grabbed your phone and walked back out, your chest rising and falling as you tried to remain calm and collected.

“did you lock the door?” oh, you could just cry right now. “no..” you winced, walking up to the truck so rafe could give you his key. “my, god, what the hell is going on today? it’s like everyone is trying to piss me off.” you ignored his words, quicky making your way to the front door so you could lock it shut. it wasn’t until you were halfway down the driveway when you realized your purse wasn’t on your shoulder. “wait, i forgot one more thing—” that was it. you had definitely pushed rafe past his limits now.

rafe snapped, the vein in his forehead bulging out of his skin as he shouted. “holy shit, just get in the fucking truck!” he waved his hands in the air as if you couldn’t see him standing right in front of you, his volume alone making you jolt. you stared blankly at him, your chest caving in on itself as rafe blinked, both of you sharing a knowing look. rafe watched your face morph as your chin wobbled and your eyes welled up with tears.

“i’m sorry—” he exhaled, instantly wrapping his arms around you, “i’m so sorry, baby, i won’t do that again.” you sniffled, letting him embrace you. it took you having to cry to make rafe realize he’d been acting like an asshole since he got here. “you know that scares me!” you cried, the velcrow of your rollers tickling his neck. “i know, i know,” he cradled your head, pressing kisses along your cheek, “here, we’ll just order something instead, yeah? we don’t have to go anywhere.” he turned off the truck, guiding you inside by the small of your back.