#randomdrabble

[failedloading]

My skin turns pitch black as my nails grow long and my fingers turn into long, sharp claws; sending energy flooding through my body while transforming. As I walk around my target, leaving a misting trail behind me, he watches me, our eyes lock. My vision blurs slightly while red invades the sclera, and black invades my irises. My hair flows in the wind while circling my victim; in a swift movement, I'm standing behind him.

My target is wearing a bright red hoodie with dark blue jeans, his shoes are sneakers. From his clothing, there isn't much he can hide, he would barely be able to hide a gun in the big pocket of his hoodie. His heartbeat is increasing rapidly, it's evident that he's nervous, his eyes are scanning the surrounding area; looking for any way to escape.

"You chose the game, why do you look scared?" I smirk while leaning over his shoulder, staring out the alleyway beside him.

[emeticize]

Indulge Me

I want her to burp.

Her face is lightly twisted, discomfort making her voice strained as she excuses herself. When she thinks you’re not looking, she’ll try to discreetly rub her churning tummy.

As she lets out burp after burp

Uncontrollably, becoming more frequent as time passes

Until suddenly—

A poorly-muffled belch gets stuck—

Midway—

And is followed with a choked gasp, or a

“I—I feel like—“

And a gush of whatever is upsetting her tummy to come pouring out, out, out—

[imasadcinnamonroll]

allure

Beauty is such a fickle thing, isn't it?

You could have people telling you that your smile is like the sun after a week of rain; or that your eyes are so big and beautiful, they put stars to shame; or maybe that your body makes even Aphrodite jealous - yet you can't bring yourself to see it.

It's like everyone is looking at a completely different person than the one staring you back in the mirror.

Sure, sometimes it cracks and for one moment ... you can glimpse the person everyone else sees.

Then, you're stuck looking at the same person you've always seen.

The girl whose hair is way too messy. The girl with too many pimples. The girl that needs to lose weight. The girl who eyes squint too much when she smiles. The girl whose face is completely round and undefined. The girl who doesn't feel pretty without make-up, but who feels fake with make-up on. The girl who - no matter how much she wants to - cannot see the gorgeous woman standing before her.

You look to others, hiding behind the distorted glass of their own, admiring and wishing you could look like that.

Yet, little do you know that they feel the same.

The girl you envy for her flat stomach envies your curves. The girl you envy for her sharp features envies your friendly face. The girl you envy for her impeccable hair envies your wild curls. The girl you envy for her cute dimples wishes they would disappear. The girl you envy for her confidence in her own beauty is cowering behind her facade of mascara and concealer, just like you.

We are all wearing these glasses that hide us from ourselves. No matter what others say about you, we can't see through these warped lenses long even to see that they are not mistaken, we are.

Surely there is something seriously wrong with us if no matter how many people compliment us, we continue to see flawed reflections - only glimpsing the real us through the cracks of reality.

Or are we destined to always put up a false bravado?

[mysteriouslover1516]

The Tables have Turned

What happens one day when a normal visit with Barry Allen turns into a confession?

y/n= your name

l/n= your last name

Jitters rings with the typical sound of a crowded coffee shop: voices ringing, coffee beans being ground, the fresh smell of baked pastries, not to mention the pleasant smell of java in general.

"Okay there, Barry?" You look at your best friend quizzically, taking in his rapidly tapping foot.

Barry looks at you with a small smile, "Huh? What do you mean?"

"Your foot," you point out. "Nerves?"

"You could say that," Barry admits in a sheepish tone.

You sit yourself down in front of him, taking a sip of your pumpkin spice latte. "Tell me more."

"Nothing to tell," Barry shrugs you off.

"Maybe it's just a side effect of being struck by lightning," you laugh.

Your ears perk up as you hear a random stranger mention the word "Flash". You fold your hands professionally on the table in front of you. "Mr. Barry Allen, what is your opinion on this new phenomenon called The Flash? Hero or menace? Protagonist or antagonist? Or perhaps a vigilante maybe?"

Barry laughs at your reporter voice, taking on his own formal voice. "Well, Ms. l/n. I find the Flash a seemingly controversial topic for many civilians. Some say he's a mutant, perhaps a normal human being caught and tortured by evil scientists. Others say it's a hoax, some sort of well done CGI in use. But me personally, I think he's a real man. Some sort of meta-human, that's for sure."

"But Mr. Allen, a meta-human in itself is defined as a human with super powers, practically the same thing as a mutant." You smile, slyly.

"Whatever he is," Barry rolls his eyes. "He has certainly preserved the city, especially from all these other meta-humans appearing."

"Very true," you say, dropping your reporter voice. "I find him interesting, in fact I wouldn't mind writing a blog about him, one in which I could record all the sightings of him."

"Iris is doing something of that nature," Barry nods. "She has a lot of viewers."

"Well shucks," you laugh. "Guess I'm once again too late."

"What do you mean once again?" Barry furrows his eyebrows.

"Oh you know, she always had some of the highest grades in school. Killed it in the creative writing classes, reporting classes, literally any class that dealt with writing. And now she once again beat me, not only in snatching a job in the news world, but in starting a blog that is sure to interest every civilian in Central City."

"Hey, you know a key essential part that she lacks in her blog?" Barry sips his coffee.

"What's that?" You say, skeptical.

"She only writes about the Flash, not about the other meta-human sightings. Not about the antagonists or villains of modern life, that's a side door still open for grabs."

You nod thoughtfully, "That's true, Barry. Good idea, I'll beat her yet!"

"You guys could collab together even, send your readers to each other's websites. It'll help you both gain more readers and therefore more views." Barry suggests.

"Oh joy, working with Iris West." You say sarcastically. "Don't get me wrong, Barry. Talented writer? Yes. A person worth befriending and collaborating with? I think not." 

Barry chuckles slightly, "You guys never did like each other, did you? Why is that, y/n?"

"Conflict of interests?" You shrug.

"That's not what I see." Barry leans over the table more, "I see it as too similar of interests, always trying to outdo one another. Always trying to show who's superior, who's the better writer. A typical girl fight." "I beg to differ," you refute.

"I thought you guys would outgrow it once we all graduated from school, got occupations, started life as adults; seems I was wrong."

"Hey, I'm happy where I'm at." You defend, "Like I may not be writing as much as I wanted to, not writing articles like Ms. Iris West over there,  but I still do what I love. I help other aspiring journalists, writers become better. I edit their work, critique it, push them to reach their full potential."

"I can't argue with that, but I still say you two are jealous of each other." Barry says simply.

"Why would she be jealous of me?" You scoff.

"Why wouldn't she be?" Barry counters, "Probably for the same reason you're jealous of her." "I'm not jealous."

"Convincing," Barry smirks.

"I don't know," you say, irritably. "Sounds to me like you already have a guess, so why not share your observations?"

"You were jealous of her once you figured out I liked her, now the tables have turned."

"Wait a minute, how-" Your eyes widen as you comprehend the last part, "What do you mean the tables turned?"

Barry's brown eyes meet yours, "I like you, y/n."

You laugh, "You're joking, right?"

"Iris and I don't meet as often, we've lost the bond we had. After she rejected me, I started to see things in a different light. It just took me awhile to realize what I saw, I saw a future, a future with you."

"So you admit I still am second best," you shake your head angrily. "It took her rejection to realize that you maybe found me attractive, that I could be part of your future."

"That's not what I'm saying," Barry sighs. "You're not making it easy, y/n. I like you, I see something different in you, something that Iris lacks. You have a pure heart, a sweet kindness in your whole being, you're amazingly funny, you're literally beautiful in every way."

By now your anger had been calmed by Barry's soft words. "You actually like me?"

"Yes," Barry laughs. "You're beautiful, gorgeous even. The way you laugh, it's adorable. The way the corner of your eyes crinkle as you smile, the way a simple blush rises to your cheeks every time someone compliments you. The way you cock your eyebrows when you decide to get cocky and show some attitude, it's honestly heart-melting."

You blush at his words, and stare hard at the table in front of you.

"See? You're even doing it right now, blushing madly. You make it hard for a guy not to fall for you."

"Could say the same thing about you," you finally say. "You make girls blush without realizing it, make girls go weak at the knees for your chivalry, charm girls with your good looks and humor, not to mention those dimples you possess." "Awww, y/n." Barry laughs, however you notice how red his cheeks have gotten.

"Kiss me?" you ask with a small smirk.

Barry leans over the table, his cologne filling your nostrils at the closeness between you two.

Your eyes close involuntarily as you feel his lips meet yours, it wasn't a needy or lust-filled kiss, more of a gentle one. "Mmmmm," you say as he pulls away.

"Like it?" Barry struggles to maintain his calm voice.

"Let's do that more often," you giggle and shyly tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear.

"Bet," Barry laughs as his lips meet yours once more.

[supposedlysecretlysapphic]

Duet

Muffled piano notes drift through the midnight air, and Vi blinks. Her arm reaches out, only to find cold sheets. A lurch shifts in her stomach, and she claws out of the blanket. Moonlight dances through the window, playing over the patch which still holds the imprint of Caitlyn’s body. Bleary-eyed, Vi stumbles to her feet. She almost trips on the threads of the floor map, cursing when she stubs a toe against a stray pin. Eventually she barges opens Caitlyn’s door, and the music soars. The delicate notes soothe Vi, the throb in her toe forgotten. Curious, she follows her ears, her barefoot steps matching the tempo of the music. The door to the music room is ajar. Vi pokes it open, and her breath catches.

Caitlyn sits at the piano. The warmth of an oil lantern bathes her shoulders, her fingers flying over the black and white keys. There’s sheet music in front of her, but her eyes are closed. Her head bobs, lost in the rhythm, a song she must have played many times to know so intimately. Vi taps her finger against her bicep, resisting the urge to hum along. She’s heard Caitlyn play before, but this is something else. There’s no hesitation, no stumbling; a perfect flow. The melody climbs, about to reach its crescendo. And suddenly it stops. Caitlyn huffs, blowing a strand of loose hair out of her face. Her hands still, and she stares at the sheet music. Her eyebrows crease, yet this isn’t the frustration of a perfectionist.

Something’s missing. “And when it was just getting good.” Vi siddles into the room, putting her arm around Caitlyn. “Did I distract you?”

“No.” Caitlyn doesn’t turn around, but she does lean into Vi’s touch.

Vi strokes her shoulder. “So why’d you stop?”

“I reached the end.” Caitlyn reaches for the piano lid, but Vi catches her wrist.

“I don’t know, Cupcake. Still sounds...unfinished to me.”

Caitlyn falls quiet. She plucks the sheet music, offering it to Vi. Vi takes it, squinting. She recognises some of the notation- thanks to Claggor’s teaching after he fixed up an old saxaphone- but this looks far messier and more complicated.

“It’s a duet,” Caitlyn explains. “It was one of the first songs I played with Mother.” She runs her fingers across the keys. “I was...awful. Mother refused to play it again until I got better. So I practiced and practiced, but time always eluded us. I kept telling myself ‘there’s always tomorrow’. And now...”

Her voice trails off.

Vi sucks in a breath.

“I’m sorry.” Vi lets her fingers trail down Caitlyn’s arm. “Still sounds beautiful to me.”

Caitlyn catches Vi’s palm with her own, squeezing.

“Thank you.”

“You know...” Vi rubs the back of her neck. “Why don’t you teach me the other part?”

Caitlyn quirks a brow. “You want to learn how to play?”

Vi flashes a lop sided smile. “Sure. You know I’m a fast learner.”

Caitlyn smiles back. Before she can respond, a long yawn grips her.

“Perhaps tomorrow.” She closes the piano lid.

“It’s a date.” Vi winks, kissing Caitlyn’s temple. “Now come back to bed.”

Caitlyn doesn’t protest, allowing Vi to lead her back to her room.

[yuki-262]

Aftermath

    What was left?

    They had been through everything together. Through hell and back again. They had survived the destruction of their home, and through all the events that led up to the massacre in Altissia, following the disastrous summoning of Leviathan. Each of them had lost something, and bore scars of their ordeals, having suffered individually and as a group. They had survived the everlasting night, the daemons, the end of their world as they knew it. They had brought back the light… and everything that passed, they had done it all together.

    They had always been there for each other, surviving against all odds.

    Now, their group was one short. Now, they had lost one of their own. And not just one of them. They had lost their King.

    They had lost Noctis, and this time, he wasn’t going to just appear out of the blue again. This time, he wasn’t coming back. He was gone.

    His absence was like a looming shadow, more of a presence than if Noctis had been there with them. It was in the hollow feeling that settled in their chests; the guilt, the shame, the ‘what ifs’ that all remained kept within and unspoken.

    And yet, none of them gave in to the despair that clawed at their hearts and seared their souls. They continued onwards, as they always had before. Their King had sacrificed himself for this world, had given his life to bring back the dawn.

    Noctis Lucis Caelum, the eternal King and Bringer of the Dawn. Everyone knew his name and his story, sang praises and wrote of his trials and successes, of how wonderful he had been. And that was all that remained of him now. Memories of a man whose very destiny had been to die before his time, cleaning up the mess the Astrals had let happen eons before he’d been brought into existence.

    He would always be remembered, cherished, loved. His legacy would live on, by the words and deeds of those he held most dear, the three who had seen his journey through, to the bitter end.

    And he would continue to watch over them. Unseen, unheard. An invisible presence that appeared whenever they went to visit his grave. Noctis would place a hand on their shoulder, would tell them how much he missed them, how grateful he was to them, and how he was okay. Each of the men would leave feeling just the little bit lighter, as if some of their ache and sorrow was taken from them, allowing them more air to breathe and more light to guide their way.

    And when the time came for each of them to leave the mortal world behind, long after they had brought back the sun and helped rebuild their ruined world, they would find that they wouldn’t be alone.

    Noctis was there, waiting with a bright smile and a glitter to his azure eyes. Leaning against the Regalia, arms crossed over his chest, he opened his mouth to speak.

    “Kept me waiting long enough. Man, am I glad to see you. Things just - aren’t the same without you guys. You’ve done well. I’m sorry I left you to clean up the mess, but it’s done. And now… well, this old girl’s got one last burst to her. What do you say? One last ride?”

    And if there were tears, who was to fault any of them? Piling into the Reglia was like taking a step into the past. Ignis was at the wheel, sight returned and made whole after he had left his body behind. Prompto settled into the front, Gladio behind him as Noctis hopped over the top and slid jumped into the backseat, settling behind Ignis.

    The Reglaia gave a purr as Ignis tapped the gas, the noise familiar and welcoming. The sun beat down on them from above, the road before them stretching to the horizon.  Noctis smiled wide as he let loose a laugh. Three pairs of eyes glanced in his direction, and he shook his head, smile still playing on his lips.

    “What can I say? You guys are the best.”

[laidbacksupernatural]

Writer’s Block

It’s nothing to be toyed with

Whatever is there can be gone in an instant

The easiest words flow without thinking

It’s the dialect that rolls off the tongue

As simple as blinking

It’s very simple you’d think

To put your thoughts on paper

But when the mind moves, it moves like a train

Swift, fast, unstoppable, demolishing everything in its way

As you try to hold on to that simplistic line of perfection

Thoughts are still moving causing distraction

Still, clinging to that phase, it could make or break the song

Somehow you can only remember a couple of words that belong

As the pen reaches the paper

Here you go this is it

With the stroke of a letter, it just fades into mist

[denua-j]

“Don’t you want to try Hermione? Don’t you care at all?” Harry clung to her desperately not caring for the violent wind that threatens to push them over the edge.

“Ron is dying” Hermione said hoarsely “We can’t do this to him. We’ve lost our chances years ago Harry,”

[promptisao3feed]

All In My Head

read it on the AO3 at http://bit.ly/2Pht3y9

by Randomdrabbles (StoryAnonGuy33)

"So, are you saying I should sing him a song?" Noctis asked flatly, "Well, I suppose that's one way to look at it. What gave you that idea?" Lunafreya chuckled.

 Or where Noctis wakes up back in high school or in high school for the first time? On top of that why the clowns? Why the songs?

Words: 6377, Chapters: 1/2, Language: English

Fandoms: Final Fantasy XV

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Noctis Lucis Caelum, Prompto Argentum, Ignis Scientia, Gladiolus Amicitia, Regis Lucis Caelum CXIII, Monica Elshett, Iris Amicitia, Lunafreya Nox Fleuret, OC - Character

Relationships: Prompto Argentum/Noctis Lucis Caelum

Additional Tags: Fluff, Humor, Semi Angst, Mutual Pining, Romance, Dates, Alternate Universe - High School, Confusion, Romantic Fluff, Brotherhood Au I guess?

read it on the AO3 at http://bit.ly/2Pht3y9

[kwontigre]

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https://kwontigre.tumblr.com/post/637277802437263360/ghosted

https://kwontigre.tumblr.com/post/637277814575529985/randomdrabbles

https://kwontigre.tumblr.com/post/637277829782994944/fanfiction

https://kwontigre.tumblr.com/post/637277844846804992/one-tweet

[ffxvficrec]

by Randomdrabbles (StoryAnonGuy33)

Prompto decides to try out for the school play. At the same time, both Noctis and Prompto are working on an English project. Noctis can't shake this weird feeling he gets from Promptos' partner. Why does he make Noctis so angry?

Or they one where both Noctis and Prompto are starting to realize they may be more than just friends. That and Noctis may have an issue with jealously.

Words: 5992, Chapters: 1/7, Language: English

Fandoms: Final Fantasy XV

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Noctis Lucis Caelum, Prompto Argentum, Ignis Scientia, Gladiolus Amicitia, OC - Character, Multiple OC, Lunafreya Nox Fleuret

Relationships: Prompto Argentum/Noctis Lucis Caelum

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - High School, Friends to Lovers, Mutual Pining, Hurt/Comfort, School Play, Dates, Misunderstandings, not too au, probably like Brotherhood type Au, Fluff, Jealousy, gay fluff

[ao3feed-ladynoir]

Somebody Else

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2mvo3aN

by randomdrabbles

When Chat Noir asks Ladybug if they could date. Ladybug lets him down, none too gently. Heart crushed, Adrien decides to do what she asks and try and find someone else.

Words: 610, Chapters: 2/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Miraculous Ladybug

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M

Characters: Adrien Agreste, Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Tikki (Miraculous Ladybug), Plagg (Miraculous Ladybug), Alya Césaire, Nino Lahiffe, Chat Noir (Miraculous Ladybug), Ladybug (Miraculous Ladybug)

Relationships: Adrien Agreste/Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Chat Noir/Ladybug

Additional Tags: Angst, i'm sorry in advance, especially the first chapter., Marinette likes Adrien, Marinette didn't like chat

March 11, 2017 at 07:56AM read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2mvo3aN

[supposedlysecretlysapphic]

Scars

Lightning cracks across the midnight sky. Vi flinches. Though she's in the warmth of Caitlyn's room, she stands by the window, her hand curled around her shoulder. The sinews and bone are as charged as the air outside, keeping her from sleep.

It shouldn't hurt, now. Not after seven years. But whenever the pressure fronts roll in, when quiet clouds burst into rumbling rain, that dull ache would start to gnaw. A starving dog grating its teeth, desperate to spill the marrow inside.

A permanent reminder of what happened that night.

The low groan of thunder echoes, shortly answered by Caitlyn's own grumble. Her hands find empty sheets, and her eyes open. It doesn't take long for them to find Vi, and her brow creases.

Wordlessly she rises, joining Vi's side. Vi rubs her shoulder, and Caitlyn rests her hand over inked skin.

"It's hurting again?"

Vi nods.

"Always does when it rains." She watches the pelt of droplets, set ablaze by the distant glow of the Hexgate. "Least I could always tell the weather when they put me in solitary."

Caitlyn slides her other arm around Vi. Her cheek nestles against Vi's neck, ruffling her hair. Her elegant fingers start to massage Vi's shoulder, and Vi leans into her. It takes the edge off barbed fangs, eliciting a sigh of relief.

"How are you so good at that?"

"I have a knack for striking my targets dead-on," Caitlyn answers. "Or, as someone decided to put it, I'm an alright shot."

Vi snorts.

"You'll never let me live that down, will you?"

"Probably not." Caitlyn smiles into Vi's hair. "But you can't say it's not coming in handy, hmm?"

Vi plants her palm over Caitlyn's fingers.

"Was pretty handy back then, too." She turns, softly kissing Caitlyn's temple.

A sly grin creeps across Caitlyn's lips.

"Still haven't learned to say thank you, either."

A playful elbow grazes her ribs.

"Maybe we'll get there one day," Vi teases. "If you ask nicely enough."

A sweet caress of lips dances up her neck.

"Oh, but I have a far better idea..."

[apsci-wheatley-blog]

Subsection Libra-2 had been cut off years ago after a breakout by a particularly vicious piece of botany. The older, withered mushrooms still stood, twisted and yellowed, out of the dessicated mouths of bodies on the floor. Their successors glowed a deceptively bright blue from the walls of the room, dripping and slowly jostling each other for space.

One spot of blue shone brighter than the others. It narrowed in contemplation.

That was definitely a core transfer machine up ahead. Some of the more lively mushrooms were nudging at the dried blood on the chair. All he had to do was pop in there, hit the button and he'd be home free again, wouldn't he? E-easy!

With a faint squelch, he moved from behind the wall and the mushrooms and carefully inched forward on the rusted rail. His optic shone brightly as

tsskch

The string holding the coffee-cups up snapped as the management rail moved through it, causing them to crash to the floor. And then everything happened at once.

The door at the end of the room slid open. The humans-people holding magnets on sticks and defiblirators charged through, yelling with a bone-deep hatred.

Wheatley picked that moment to run, screaming.

The taser clipped him in the side, causing him to twitch and spark frenetically on his mad dash to somewhere else. Latching onto the first rail up he found like a drowning man to a lifeboat he climbed and climbed and climbed until the voices had stopped. A spasm rocked through his shell. So I got the bloody twitch back.

The thing wasn't even bloody working, w-was it, was just a bloody chair with a smashed screen they'll have done that, those blokes, t-those sodding blokes, and-and ANOTHER thing where were you gonna put yourself d-don't even know where the body is...

Objectively and obviously, it had been a terrible idea. But it had seemed like a good one at the time.

...he needed to get back to his body. As soon as possible.

[denua-j]

“Our lives ended when yours begun” Hermione sobbed “There is no way Lucius, you have to let me go”

[promptisao3feed]

Gladin Quay Vacay

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by Randomdrabbles (StoryAnonGuy33)

"So what do you want to do tomorrow?" Noctis asked, "I'm not sure, we could go swimming. That'd be fun" Prompto said, Noctis nodding lightly. "Lay in the sun together" he added, Prompto liking the way he said together. "I'd like that, maybe we could build a sandcastle" Prompto laughed. "Every prince needs a castle right Noct?" he joked, nudging Noctis a bit. "You got me there Prom" Noctis laughed.

Or where the four friends enjoy an impromptu beach vacation. Will these days off help Prompto and Noctis act on their feelings?

Words: 12728, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Final Fantasy XV

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Noctis Lucis Caelum, Prompto Argentum, Ignis Scientia, Gladiolus Amicitia, Coctura Arlund, OC - Character

Relationships: Prompto Argentum/Noctis Lucis Caelum

Additional Tags: Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Action, Misunderstandings, Comedy, in game AU, Day At The Beach, short vacation, Fireworks, Romance on the beach, beach au, i guess, gotta love that fluff lol, Confusion

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