#brainless drabble hours

[gwynbleiddyn]

"I like the jobs that go wrong," Kerros admits to Neve, between bites of fried fish.

"Why?" Neve asks, a sideways glance carrying the rest of the question - what do you get out of it?

Shrugging lightly, he leans a hip on a mooring post -- too elegant to be functional as anything other than decoration - and smacks his lips together, the taste of sea salt and brine easily caught.

"There's always the thrill in being caught, I guess, ruffling a few haughty feathers along the way is fun," he muses out loud, recalling the last job that went wrong. "But when it's all done and you're the one left standing... it makes me feel good. More capable."

There's a sharp puff of air next to him as Neve snorts, incredulous. "I know I'm married to my work, Rook, but that feels particularly self-sabotaging."

Wiggling a now-empty skewer at Neve, Kerros grins. "You'd know all about that, huh?"

He receives only a sly, knowing smile in reply. She sees right through his humour, and it's only mildly irritating. Kerros tears his eyes away from giving up the game any further, gaze landing on the inoffensive grey tide lapping at the docks instead.

"Or maybe that's just the cover story. You read between the lines better than anyone I know, Neve."

She holds her silence for a little while longer as they both watch the waters gnawing at the warped wood of the jetty beneath their feet. Rotting in the water below, if Kerros had to guess. It is a slow, insidious thing. Always something you discover too late.

"Not everybody wants their secrets spilled in print. In Dock Town, sometimes it's best I pretend I didn't see," Neve breaks the silence along with the sound of another gentle wave sinking beneath. A courteous cover. Relief starts to weed its way through the silt that has settled in his lungs, choking his breaths into unnecessary tension.

Besides him, closer now, Neve continues. "But whoever it is you're trying to impress? They'd better be worth the gods to you."

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[temis-de-leon]

He sees how you fell in love with your ex

Summary: Once more victims of their lack of prudence, the boys are cursed to experience horrible visions; that is, seeing first-hand how their lover, MC, fell in love with their ex.

Characters: present! Lucifer x gn!reader, past! gn!reader x gn!ex

Main Masterlist

C/W: the reader is said to be in college/early 20s during the memory, but no age is specified. Reader is betrothed to their tutor (not their teacher) and kisses them.

A/N: I spent four days trying to write a simple drabble for Barbatos and then I wrote this in two hours. I ain't fighting my mind anymore. Mammon was supposed to be in this one, but I think one post per character is good enough.

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Lucifer – Similar, but so different

He feels the need to wonder if he has done anything specific to deserve this punishment.

Did he grab the wrong book? Lucifer doesn’t even remember being in the library to begin with. Was he cursed, perhaps? In that case, by whom? Whether it was his brothers, that damned sorcerer or an unknown brainless demon didn’t matter to him, because the uneasy frustration wouldn’t leave his chest regardless of his reasoning.

You are there, right in front of him, but deaf to his voice and unresponsive to his touch. Your skin holds no warmth either and trying to caress it feels useless, like grabbing an ordinary leather wallet.

Unfortunately, Lucifer is old and experienced enough to realize rather quickly that what he is seeing isn’t a simple vision or an imaginary scenario. He looks at your fingernails and can’t decide anything concrete about them; are they long or short? Painted or not?

Your surroundings are also blurry, and devoid of details. While it’s obvious the setting is a library, his acute sight can’t decipher any of the titles in the bookcases and the hallways don’t seem to have an end; rays of sun enter through the window, but only the blue skies are visible; and there’s not even a librarian to make you company in such a fine day.

It is a memory; a good one, judging by the dreamy feeling and the brightness of it.

He drops his head to study you one more time and unsuccessfully tries not to scowl in a sour manner when, despite being unable to see you as clearly as he would any other day, the golden shine of a ring catches his attention.

Simple and classy in its design, the significance of it holds a heavier weight than whatever material it is made of.

His tongue clicks in disapproval, already thinking of punishments that would fit the perpetrator’s audacity. How dare they? How dare they deprive him of you? How dare they show him this?

Lucifer looked around, unsure if he wanted to see what was inevitably coming next, although whatever magic threw him there probably had that exact intention. His body was glued to the seat, useless against his inhuman strength and his powers, and, as much as he tried to avert his eyes, he could do nothing but stare at you incessantly. Was he waiting for you to raise your head and recognize him? Gasp in horror before rushing to cure him with your own magic or even the most obvious true love kiss? He didn’t know, but he was absolutely sure he wanted you to know who he was, at the very least.

Of course, that was childlike hoping.

Your hair was styled differently and your face seemed younger and more innocent, obviously ignorant of anything beyond human life. Lucifer could guess when he was based on the context, but you had never talked about this specific stage of your life enough for him to exactly pinpoint.

Somewhere in between your college years, you had been betrothed to someone and later, evidently, single again. Since you weren’t keen on divulging every piece of your ex-partner and your previous relationship without apparent reason, he tried not to dwell on the topic unless the conversation begged for it, but it wasn’t like he was extremely interested either. No need to focus on the past when you both had the present going on and, having each other, who needed anyone else?

He felt the need to reconsider.

Although it was obvious you were trying to study, you seemed to give the ring more attention than anyone would ever do in any similar situation. Your sorrowful expression was a stark contrast against the gentle ambience of the room and the softness in which you were treating the piece of jewellery, the sad eyes and the frown distorting your face.

Lucifer tried to reach you again in hopes of offering comfort, but it was like he didn’t exist to you. While he knew it was due to the situation, he couldn’t help but pout and cross his arms over his chest, as if trying to hide his aching heart. It beat frantically and pathetically, wondering why would you reject him, and no amount of reasoning would calm it down.

A set of footsteps caught your attention.

He frowned miserably as you turned around, looked at the newcomer and then returned to your initial position with a quivering lip. The other person, whom he could only assume to be your ex, twisted their face in remorse and hurried to your side, sitting and rushing to hold your hand.

A part of him wanted to break the contact and instantly take you somewhere far away from there, from whoever was that person that had you in their arms before Lucifer even had the chance to meet you, but he couldn’t move. He couldn’t do anything but watch as you looked at your ex-fiancé with hurt and a tinge of hope.

“I am so sorry, baby” they said in a whisper, even though no one else but him was around to hear the conversation. You two were close, faces mere inches away from each other, and he couldn’t do anything but watch it all. Each word cut Lucifer’s heart with the precision of a scalpel, but it was the tiny optimism in your expression what hurt the most. “I shouldn’t have talked to you that way; you didn’t deserve it. You studied, you tried, you failed and I snapped and you didn’t deserve it…”

“I wanted your support” you reminded them in a voice too small for you.

They didn’t look annoyed at the interruption, instead nodding in a humble motion.

“I know-“

“You aren’t my tutor anymore, you’re my partner”

“I know, I’m sorry”

Lucifer’s eyebrows raised in surprise.

He’d had similar conversations with you in the past where you had failed a task or hadn’t turned homework in when it was due and he had been clear in showing his disapproval, regardless of how happy you were in your relationship. Business and pleasure were separate for him and your success at RAD very clearly belonged to one of those categories. Sure, he didn’t get paid for each one of your victories; in fact, it was he who gave the reward on occasion, but ensuring the exchange program went correctly was related to his work with Lord Diavolo, not his feelings for you.

Although he enjoyed seeing you succeed very much.

“I’m very proud of you” said your ex with an honest expression, smiling before cupping your cheek to bring you closer and kiss you.

Lucifer could manage to look somewhere else for that one, but he still heard the noise. Your happy humming before another kiss.

He wondered briefly if the library had been empty in reality or if your feelings for your previous partner had made it seem as if there had been no one else but them in the room with you. Did he make you feel the same? Did he make you feel as if there was none but the two of you in the world?

Not wanting to see your delighted expression directed at another person, he looked at your fingers again, unfortunately finding theirs interlocked with yours. The shiny ring taunted him.

“You’ll get it next time; you’ll see”

“You think so?”

“I know so, baby”

And that made you laugh like a fool, which only made Lucifer’s mood worsen.

You only looked at him that way on certain occasions; mainly when he allowed them to happen or when he was too drunk to think about appearances. Sure, he loved you and he showed you so, but was that enough to make you forget about all the times he didn’t do it? Was it enough to mask his disappointed words or his arrogant behaviour? To drive your attention away from the fact that he never properly apologized for anything, even when it hurt you?

Why did you break up with this human? They clearly treated you well and you clearly loved them, so why? What made you see that someone who adored you so much wasn’t the right match for you?

There was no ring on your finger with his name on it, but you did have a pact. A pact with THE Lucifer Morningstar, which not many people had. He wasn’t lying when he said that you belonged to him.

…but did you really?

“I forgive you” you said.

A sickening feeling of hope made him immediately look at you, wishing those words were directed at him, but of course, they weren’t.

He watched as you got up and your partner helped you with your belongings, offering their arm before leading you out of the library. Lucifer wasn’t even sure if he wanted to follow, especially when you were looking at your fiancé with that much love in your eyes.

“Thank you for being here” you mumbled quietly against their lips, putting the last nail in Lucifer’s coffin.

Did you really belong to him?

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[starseungs]

of fishes and chocolate muffins. ksm.

kim seungmin x gn!reader — working the morning shift at a cafe on weekdays isn't really the best, entertainment wise. still, eavesdropping on your customers wasn't something you did on a daily basis. it just so happened that two of your regulars had something in store for you today.

GENRE/S — fluff, humor, a pinch of angst, cafe/coffee shop au, writer!seungmin (barely mentioned) • 1.2k words

WARNING/S — profanity for humor, seungmin is pretty down in the dumps for most of this, part 2 of this fic but a different y/n, mentions of unrequited love

( ✒️ ) happy birthday to @seungiepaws !! here's your request for a part 2 of universe lovie, i know i said i'll do a drabble as a gift but it ended up a little longer so you're getting a whole fic mwah <3 i hope you like it

2024 ⓒ starseungs on tumblr. do not steal, repost, or edit.

The small bell perched on top of the cafe’s entrance door chimed softly at the arrival of a new customer. Your well-rehearsed greetings immediately followed, words racing out of your lips before you could even think twice. It really didn’t matter whether you meant them or not. As long as the guest felt welcomed, then that meant you were already doing your job well.

You doubt any of them ever even acknowledged your efforts, anyway. That was just how the world worked on a normal Monday morning—everyone running on autopilot until the seemingly brainless hoard of zombies got their lethal dose of caffeine or sugar and started acting like proper functioning members of society for the rest of the day. Then, the cycle repeats.

As an “all-rounder” cafe employee (as you liked to call yourself), this was just another day in the bigger scale of the year. Not too important, nor was it a particularly boring day. That simply wasn’t possible if you were working at a cafe, or really, just working in general.

“You’re always here, dude.” An exasperated voice groans from the window booth next to the serving counter. You recognized his face right away as one of your regulars who looked like a hamster. “At this point, you need to pay this place rent.”

The man he was talking to rolled his eyes with a scoff, even though his fingers never stopped typing on his laptop’s keyboard. “I’m a paying customer. Objectively, I’m already giving them money to stay here.”

You couldn’t help but silently snort at the guy’s comeback. He wasn’t entirely wrong, after all. This cafe’s prices already took into account the amenities they could use here. So technically speaking, as long as customers bought something from the cafe’s menu, they could stay for as long as they want until the establishment closes. That’s not usually the case, though. Most people still had places to be and other things to do other than have a staycation on some random cafe seat.

Note that you said “most” instead of “all”. Of course, there were always bound to be those who, for the lack of a better description—overstayed their welcome. 

And one of them is that chestnut-haired male who was currently getting berated by his friend.

“Seungmin, seriously!” The other guy, who you finally remembered being named Jisung from his previous orders, exclaimed in concern. “You can’t just stay here all day, every day. I know you’re trying to get over your roommate, but at least make use of your rent?” Jisung almost pleads.

You really didn’t mean to eavesdrop on their conversation, as the topic seemed awfully private, but what exactly could you do from the close proximity of the counter and their booth? It’s not like you were judging the two of them. There was no harm intended, and you were sure you’d still go about your day as usual with or without this newly obtained knowledge from strangers.

Seungmin sighed. “I don’t think you want me to be cooped up in my room writing either, so what do you really want to achieve?” His hands finally parted ways from his keyboard for the first time in about an hour. “Jisung, you know being alone in the apartment is only going to remind me of how my roommate is out there with their boyfriend being all happy and enjoying life while I’m over here writing sappy fictional love stories because I don’t have one of my own.”

“Oh, but you do.” Jisung huffs. “It’s just the unrequited kind.”

“Haha, very funny.”

“Just saying,” he comments. “I’m gonna let you sulk all you want as part of your healing process, but you really shouldn’t be sacrificing yourself just for the thought of them. You deserve better, Min.”

If you could only agree out loud, then you already would’ve. Unfortunately, that meant revealing the fact that you’ve been secretly listening in to the personal conversations of your customers, and you weren’t completely sure if that was even legal for you to do so. Still, what are they going to do? Charge you for having ears?

“I don’t know,” Seungmin mutters. “I’ll manage it eventually.” And to this, Jisung only frowns.

Now, you were just as frustrated as Jisung was. Seungmin is an attractive guy—you were one hundred percent certain that he could get anyone head-over-heels for him if he wanted. And yet, here he was, a monotone mess over unrequited love? Whoever that roommate is, they had severely failed to see the vision since if that was you, best believe you weren’t letting him go just like that. 

Seungmin had honestly caught your eye ever since the moment he started going to this cafe. To put things into perspective, you were practically all smiles for the rest of the day every time he came to order something in the mornings before his daily schedule. When he started staying for whole days, it was only a matter of time before you ended up shooting your shot, even if you barely knew anything about him. Heck, the most you even knew about him was that he liked the chocolate muffins the most here!

A plate of chocolate muffin was heavily plopped down on the two men’s table, startling them due to the sudden act. They exchanged confused glances before Jisung cleared his throat to speak. “Uh—we didn’t order that.”

“It’s on the house.” You pursed your lips.

“What?” Seungmin asks, dumbfounded. You knew he was going to ask for a reason until he saw the look on your face while staring at him. His expression quickly shifted to one of mortification. “Were—were you eavesdropping on us?”

You clicked your tongue. How were you finding his reaction to that so cute? “Look, I didn’t mean to,” you explain. “See that counter? Just how far do you think my station is to your booth for me not to hear a single thing?” Seungmin only grumbles—probably to hide his embarrassment.

“Alright, sure. Whatever,” he says. “I still don’t need that muffin.”

Your eye twitched involuntarily. All of a sudden, you were already leaning on their table with narrowed eyes pointed at the laptop-facing man. “Okay, listen here, you soggy rained-on puppy.” You could have sworn you heard Jisung choke. “This is gonna sound really shitty of me, but there are plenty more fish in the sea. The same goes for your experiences in life. Trust me, you’re not even close to losing those opportunities yet. Unless you’re trying to live like a saint, that is. So grow some balls after your little pity party.”

“That was,” Seungmin exhales shakily. “Vaguely threatening. But somehow I’m not as offended as I thought I would be, so—uh, thanks?” He taps lightly on the plastic cup of his drink, looking away awkwardly.

You lifted yourself off the table and crossed your arms. “My name is Y/N. I work here every morning on the weekdays.” 

“Right,” he hums, still not glancing your way and instead facing the baked good you dropped by their tabletop. “So, is this muffin really free?”

All you let yourself give him was a nonchalant shrug. “Yeah. Just call me whenever or something. Congratulations on hooking a new fish,” you said without shame before walking away back to your station.

If you only looked back for a moment, you would’ve seen Jisung gasping for air from laughter with an incredibly red faced Seungmin blanking out as he held a serious staring contest with his muffin.

You could only hope that cheered him up a bit.

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[notsocooljess]

Double Date

finally wrote the drabble i’ve been trying to write for weeks based on this reddit post discovered by @rainymyx in this post. i had so much fun writing this!

i want to continue to add to this based on the original reddit poster’s updates, so we’ll see!

read this on ao3 here

“What can I say? College football days should always be the best days of a man’s life. Now your best days can be listening to me talk about them.”

Ugh. Katniss huffed out a puff of air as she listened to Cato speak. An hour ago, she had been so excited for this date. They were texting for the past two weeks, and their conversation was easy and funny and, most importantly, normal. Now in person, his vibe was totally different than who he portrayed himself as online. Now, he was a thirty-year-old man who wouldn’t stop talking to her about his glory days from ten years ago and the “boozing, blinkers, and babes” that came with them.

After only receiving their appetizers and a single drink, Katniss knew she couldn’t stick around. The thought of having to hear Cato talk about another frat party he attended before The Force Awakens was released was nearly enough to bring her to tears. Desperate, Katniss did what she always did in trying times like these: text Johanna.

“Katniss! Katniss! I need your help, quick!” Johanna’s voice rang through her phone not even a minute later. Her ability to sound like she was truly in agony was as impressive as always.

“Johanna!? What’s going on?” Katniss responded, hoping her acting was, for the first time in her life, passable.

“It’s the baby! I need you here now!” her childless, non-babysitting, kid-hating friend shouted before quickly hanging up.

Katniss darted her eyes to Cato’s, and his brows were knit tightly as if he were trying to to put together the pieces of the conversation that just transpired.

“I’m sorry, I’m not sure if you heard. My friend really needs me. She needs help with her… baby. I hate to cut this short, but,” she didn’t finish her sentence as she slipped on her coat. She shuffled through her bag and retrieved a twenty-dollar bill, smacking it on the table.

“Oh, yeah, it’s cool. You still wanna meet up at my place later, right? I have the best surprise waiting for you,” Cato responded while wagging his eyebrows, seemingly uncaring about her fabricated dire emergency or the quality of their date at all. This only irritated Katniss more. Her friend’s fake baby was in trouble, and all he cared about was getting laid!

“Uh… yeah, no. Definitely not. Let’s just forget about this, okay? Have the night you deserve,” Katniss practically snarled as she fled the restaurant.

Once she was in her car, she peeled out of the parking lot and quickly went around the block, looking for a place to park so she could call Johanna. She found a spot located outside of a small pub and dialed her friend.

“How was I this time? I feel like I’m really perfecting my blood-curdling shrillness. What do you say? Any pointers?” Johanna asked as soon as she answered the phone.

Katniss wanted to laugh, but now that the situation was over, she felt defeated. She actually had high hopes for this date, but she again found herself needing to bail.

At twenty-eight, Katniss finally felt ready to do things for herself. Before this, there was never the time. She was raising her sister Prim and taking care of her mother for more than a decade since her father’s passing. Now, Prim was in her second year of medical school where she received full funding for her work, and her mother has a live-in aide to help her with her daily needs. She finally did not have to spend all of her time focusing on school and work and money and bills, and without Prim nearby, she felt lonely. Her friends had convinced her to start going on dates, but after months of failed attempts, she still had nothing to show for it.

“Is it me, Jo?” she responded, “Do I just attract these weirdos?”

“Oh, shut up, brainless. You've been going on dates for a few months. Maybe if you gave yourself a little more practice when we were younger it’d be easier, but some people take years to find something that sticks. You’re hot. You’re smart. You’re caring. Maybe a little hard to swallow with the scowl, but anyone that gets to know the real you is gonna love you.”

She sighed, “Okay.”

“You wanna come over here? I was just going to watch some Dexter reruns, but there’s plenty of room on this couch for two.”

“Actually, I think I need a drink. I’ll let you know what I’m doing after.”

Katniss’s conversation with Johanna ended shortly after, and she made her way into the pub.

The pub was crowded, a symptom of it being a Friday evening in the winter, and Katniss had to shuffle past a group of freshly legal college students to make it to the bar. She wanted something simple, something just to take the edge off, and was quickly handed her rum and coke.

Eager to people-watch while she nursed her drink, Katniss scanned the crowd for an empty seat. Most of the tables seemed to be taken up by a larger group, but a single chair at a small table in the corner of the room was wonderfully vacant. Katniss closed her tab and swiftly made her way across the room.

As she approached, she stopped in her tracks. Hidden from her initial view was a man sitting on the other side of the table, somewhat hunched over with a book in his hands. Before she could backtrack and look for another open seat, he picked his head up and locked eyes with her.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I was gonna sit here but didn’t realize you were already here. I’ll just…” her voice trailed off. Katniss had a habit of not finishing her sentences when she was flustered, and after meeting the man’s gaze, she was very flustered. Not only was she not expecting someone to be sitting at the table, but now that he was looking at her, his blue eyes piercing through to her even under the pub’s dim lights, she realized he was around her age and absolutely hot. Her hands began to sweat, and her tongue started to feel like lead.

The man smiled, an endearing smile that quirked more on the left side of his face, highlighting a sole dimple on his cheek. “Don’t worry about it. You can sit here,” He replied, his eyes scanning the room. “Besides, it doesn’t look like there’ll be much room anywhere else.”

“Are you sure?” She asked, and he nodded. “Thank you so much. I promise I won’t even bother you. We don’t even have to talk or anything…” Katniss said as she placed her bag on the table and took her seat.

Katniss started scanning the other patrons of the pub to observe their activities, but her eyes frequently darted back to the man seated across from her. She gathered more bits and pieces of his appearance in the brief moments she allowed herself to study his features. He had blond, curly hair that looked intentionally tousled. His shoulders were very broad, pulling the fabric of his navy henley taut across his chest. He had freckles across the bridge of his nose, and he drummed the table with his left hand while holding the book he was reading in his right.

After a few minutes, he lifted his eyes up from his book and offered her a soft smile. “My name is Peeta, by the way.”

“Katniss,” she said, offering a shy smile of her own.

“You know, I really don’t mind talking if you want to.”

Her grin grew. “Okay, then.” She paused, unsure of where to start, but her curiosity eventually got the better of her when she asked, “Can I ask why you’re reading a book at a crowded bar on a Friday night?”

Peeta chuckled, a laugh that let Katniss know he wasn’t offended. “You waste no time getting to the deep stuff. I actually just moved into my first solo apartment, and as much as I’m happy to have my own space, the silence feels kinda deafening.”

“Ah,” she began, appraising him up and down, “so you find comfort in the chaos.”

“Yeah, I guess I do. I grew up in a house with two older brothers, and the two of them used to practice wrestling no matter where they were. In the dining room, the backyard. One time they threw each other down the stairs,” he chuckled again, “Our mom wasn’t too happy about that one.”

“You’re joking,” Katniss laughed.

“Not even a little bit, I swear. And then I lived in a house with my three friends all the way through grad school. My best friend Finnick used to play eighties pop at all hours of the day. Think, like, Donna Summer or Cyndi Lauper on full blast at three in the morning.”

“And you guys never asked him to stop?” Katniss asked, finding she wanted to know more and more about him.

At this, Peeta hit her with a dead stare, his blue eyes piercing her with a combination of humor and seriousness. “See, that is something only someone who doesn’t know Finnick would ask. If we made any attempts to get him to stop this relatively-harmless-if-not-mildly-annoying behavior, we would only trigger severely worse outcomes for us all.”

“And you said this is your best friend?” Peeta let out a boisterous laugh in reply.

While sitting with Peeta, Katniss found the guard she had put up during her date with Cato had come crashing down.

They spoke about their jobs. Katniss explained how she works as a forest ranger, but she hopes to finish school to become an environmental engineer. Peeta said that he just finished graduate school to become a doctor of architecture.

“I really liked art, but it wasn’t enough to satisfy my parents or pay the bills, so I tried to do the next best thing I could think of.”

“So you became a literal doctor? In a field that’s focused on math and design? Are you a genius?”

“Time Magazine did call me the reincarnation of Albert Einstein.”

“Hm. And to think I placed you more as a Michelangelo.”

They spoke about their families. Katniss spoke about her mom and Prim. She bragged about her sister’s accomplishment in getting a full ride to a great medical school across the country. She felt so comfortable with Peeta, she didn’t even shy away from speaking about her late father, even if it was in the briefest of terms. Peeta nodded his head as she spoke, squeezing her hand across the table when he sensed certain details were particularly hard for her to get out. Peeta, the son of bakers, grew up really close with his older brothers. His oldest brother took over the family business, and while Peeta loves baking, he enjoys it more as a hobby than a career.

This seamlessly led to them speaking about their childhoods. Katniss was mostly shy, harboring two friends, Madge and Gale, through her schooling, despite her being a star on her school’s track and archery teams. University allowed her to come out of her shell and meet friends that didn’t matter her reticent personality, like Johanna. Peeta wrestled, painted, did debate team, and wrote. He had a solid group of friends during school, but he found his lifelong friends in college.

They spoke about the little things. Their favorite colors. Favorite snacks. Movies. Shows. And their answers were so similar across all categories, they had a near total eclipse on a venn diagram of each topic. Their responses were so alike that, at one point, Katniss plastered her face with her signature scowl Peeta had not yet been acquainted with, asking him if he was being totally honest with his responses.

He raised his hands in mock surrender, “Look, that scowl is too intimidating for me to not come clean. So the truth is, I’ve been being honest this entire time.”

Before Katniss realized, nearly two hours had gone since she first sat down with Peeta. They fell into a comfortable silence, and she studied his features more in the muted light. She tried to picture what he looked like out of this setting. Hunching over a sketchbook. Cooking in his kitchen. Laughing with his friends. Cheering on his nephews at their little league games.

She studied the way the dim light caught onto the golden strands of his eyelashes, becoming mesmerized by the way they fluttered against his cheek when he blinked. She didn’t even realize she was staring until he spoke again, causing her to jump slightly.

“So what about you?” He asked, a small grin on his lips.

“What about me?”

“Well, before you asked what I’m doing at a bar alone on a Friday night. But what are you doing alone here on a Friday night so that I, a stranger, was able to take up so much of your time?”

Katniss contemplates what she should say, unsure if she should reveal her failed date with Cato. But as Peeta looked at her with sincerity in his eyes, she has the hunch that she could really trust him.

“If I’m honest, I came here because I had left a really, really bad first date,” she responded sheepishly.

Peeta cocked his left eyebrow expectantly. “How bad?”

“Well… it was so bad I made my best friend call me and say she was having an emergency with her fake baby to give me a reason to bail,” Katniss blurted out, her tone hitching at the end to make her statement sound more like a question. Like she was questioning if she really did that herself.

Both of Peeta’s eyebrows were raised, his eyes glinting with amusement, lips curling in to stop him from laughing. “You’re kidding me,” he managed to croak out.

“In my defense, he only spoke about his college football experiences, and after I started leaving to go help my friend with her fake baby, he still asked if we were having sex later!”

At this, Peeta burst out laughing, and after Katniss realized exactly what she said, she joined him. As Katniss clutched her stomach, tears leaking out of the corners of her eyes, she almost missed what Peeta said next.

“That’s why I’ve kind of given up on dating.”

“Given up?” Katniss asked, her voice airy from her recent laughter and something silly like concern that she might have been wrong about the connection she felt with him all night.

“In grad school, every date I went on just didn’t have any spark. They were just mediocre. Then, I got so busy with trying to finish my degree, I just gave up on the whole thing.” For the first time that night, Peeta responded without meeting her gaze.

She’s not sure what made her say it. Maybe it was the second rum and coke she had gotten while talking with Peeta. Maybe it was that she felt like she had nothing left to lose after her first failed date of the night. Or, maybe it was because she knew she’d majorly regret if she didn’t try to continue with the something that she felt burning between her and Peeta, but she had to say it.

“I find that hard to believe considering this is probably the closest thing I’ve had to a good date in what feels like forever.”

At this, Peeta drew his head back in what appeared to be shock. His eyes met her again, an indecipherable expression plastering his features as he searched hers. Katniss shifted in her chair, somewhat uncomfortable with his unreadable scrutiny.

Finally, Peeta’s features relaxed. and he looked Katniss right in the eye with a neutral, if not somewhat strained, expression. “Tell you what,” he began, “I have to go to the bathroom, but when I come back, I’ll ask you out for real.”

Katniss shot him a curious expression, but as Peeta began to move, it clicked. He did not stand from his seat – he wheeled back from the table, towards the back of the bar with the bathrooms. His left pant leg tied off just below the knee. Katniss understood: he wanted her to see everything about him before she agreed to go on a date with him. He was giving her an out.

At this, Katniss’s gut twisted, both with regret and butterflies. She felt somewhat bad for him, wondering if this was a move he made from being rejected for his physical condition before. Wondering how anyone could do that to anyone, let alone a guy like Peeta. But overpowering this feeling were the butterflies. He liked her. He wanted her to see all of him. He was laying his insecurities bare for her. Most importantly, he already trusted her. In mind, body, and spirit, he couldn’t be any more beautiful.

A minute later, Peeta emerged from the bathroom, a goofy grin plastered across his face to perfectly match hers.

As soon as he reached the table, the words came tumbling out of Katniss’s mouth before she could stop them.

“So, I’m free all weekend. What do you have in mind?”

[kivaember]

random ac6 coffee shop au drabble hgh

MY BRAIN IS LIKE A NOODLE FROM WORK so here's a cute brainless coffee shop au drabble

The birds were singing, insects were chirping, and there wasn't a single cloud in the summer's sky, the day warm but not unpleasantly hot, and a beautiful vista stretching out from the public car park that Rusty had parked his jeep in.

Raven took the whole thing in with a distinct feeling of dread.

"The parking's free on Sunday," Rusty chattered happily, oblivious to his boyfriend mentally compiling his will. He pulled out a rucksack from the jeep's boot and easily slung it onto his shoulders, before holding out Raven's smaller and far lighter backpack. "So we can take all the time we need for our hike."

Raven nodded wearily and accepted his backpack. It contained two 2L water bottles, his lunch, as well as a few snacks, and a waterproof jacket, despite the good weather. Rusty had been very serious when he said that no matter where they hiked to, they should always prepare for bad weather. Raven just thought he was carrying extra weight for no reason.

But he had no one to blame but himself. When Rusty had excitedly asked him last week if he wanted to go on a 'nice, easy hike' with him on Sunday, Raven had unthinkingly agreed, always happy to spend time with his boyfriend. However, as the day approached, Raven gradually realised that he and Rusty had two very different definitions of a 'hike'.

Raven thought it'd be a short, pleasant walk in the countryside, two hours tops, and it'd be mostly flat. Rusty thought a 'nice, easy hike' was stomping up the mountain just outside of southern Xylem that was 'affectionately' called The Wall, due to its sheer verticality in some parts. Of course there was a path that could be walked by anyone with functioning legs, but the hike was expected to take almost TWO HOURS to get to the SUMMIT. FOUR HOURS IN TOTAL. TO WALK UP AND DOWN. A MOUNTAIN.

Raven, who was out of breath just climbing a single flight of stairs, quietly despaired.

Rusty, the evil tempress that had lured Raven to this uniquely cruel and unusual torture, beamed at him, clearly excited for the day. Raven didn't have the heart to admit to him that he was going to hate every moment of this. He can endure this, to protect that smile. He'll... he'll climb this mountain... for Rusty.

So, weakly, he smiled back.

"I've plotted our route," Rusty said, as they began to walk towards where the public footpath began from the car park. "I made sure to pick the easiest one, so you won't have to climb up any steep parts... if you get tired, let me know, alright? If it comes to it I can carry you no problem until you catch your breath."

Rusty held out his phone, which had a satnav app already marking out their route. Raven hid a grimace when he saw the '9.56 miles remaining!' at the top of the screen.

"You've got your inhaler, right?" Rusty asked, and Raven quickly nodded at that. He actually over-prepared and brought two. "Okay, good. I know you said you're fine with exercise but... really, let me know if you get tired."

Well, Raven was pretty sure exercise didn't trigger his respiratory problems, but he'd never actually... exercised to really test that out. Did a short one hundred metre jog count as exercise? It must do, right?

He kept that question to himself, though, gripping the straps of his backpack as they left the solid comfort of tarmac and onto the dusty, rocky dirt path that led towards the mountain. While things were still flat and manageable, Raven did take a moment to look about himself, admire the scenery, that sort of thing (it might be the last thing he'll ever see, after all).

Raven had never really left Xylem before today. He'd been to a few parks, and he had a very foggy memory from when he was a child where Michigan had dragged him and Walter to the beach that one time, but he hadn't really been dumped into the middle of nature like this before. It smelled different to the city, looked different, and sounded different.

It was nice.

Enough so that he briefly forgot he was meant to be dreading this whole hike, and happily kept pace with Rusty who was kindly moderating his strides to be short and slow just for him. Raven felt a burst of affection for him, abruptly, realising that he was very lucky to have such a considerate boyfriend like Rusty, even if he was insane and liked to climb mountains in his spare time... what a weirdo (fond)...

Things changed when they started hitting The Incline.

It was gradual, gentle enough that Raven didn't notice it at first, but then it sloped upwards sharply, and within minutes Raven was sweating, panting and valiantly trying to ignore the burn in his legs.

Rusty, of course, noticed. "Uh, buddy, are you okay?"

Raven made an off-hand sign for {fine}, stubbornly glaring down the path as he took another quad-burning step.

"I mean, it's just, you're looking a bit red there-"

Another step. Oh god. This was so hard. Rusty did this for fun?!

"-and I can hear you wheezing."

But Rusty had looked forward to this all week... no, no Raven will not surrender, he won't give in! He'll succeed! He'll finish this hike!! Bolstered by deranged motivation, Raven took two more wobbling steps.

"And you're sweating buckets..."

Argh, actually, this might be too much for him. They had to have done at least a mile, right? That meant he just had to do eight miles at most. If he can think of it like that, then he can do it, right? Right?!

Desperately clinging onto this hope, Raven signed a bit haphazardly: {How far? Distance????}

"Buddy..." Rusty slowed to a stop. "We've only done three hundred metres."

Raven staggered to a halt as well and stared, dismayed.

"I mean, you can still see the carpark..."

Rusty turned and pointed, and Raven followed where his finger was indicating, seeing that, yes, indeed, the carpark was right there, well in view. Rusty's jeep sparkled under the sun, a siren call of 'you can give up now and leave~~~~'

He was so, so tempted.

Rusty's expression was both amused and rueful when he looked back at him, rubbing the back of his neck. "Uh, if you want to call it there... we can. I mean, there's a lake not too far from there. We can walk around that instead. It's fine!"

So, so, so tempted....!!!!

{No,} Raven signed stubbornly, tilting his jaw and daring Rusty to argue with him. {I said I'd hike. I'm going to the summit. With or without you.}

"..." Rusty shook his head with a bit of a laugh. "Raven..."

{Witness me,} Raven proclaimed a bit deliriously, and resumed his arduous treck up the mountain path, huffing and puffing like a beaten up car engine on its last legs.

"Raven! C'mon..."

Raven kept going.

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...for about one hundred metres, before he gave up and lied down on the ground, staring up at the blue sky with Rusty staring down at him.

{Leave me for the birds,} Raven signed solemnly, and pointed at the vulture he could see circling above. He could hear how his breaths wheezed in his struggling lungs, his heart thundering to its very limits to keep him alive for these parting words (handsigns.... whatever). {I'll return... to the circle of life...}

"Okay, I think it's inhaler time," Rusty said with some amusement, and bent down to rudely roll Raven onto his side to get into his backpack. "Hm, you should really put it somewhere more accessible... ah! Got it!"

Rusty rolled him onto his back and handed him his inhaler. Sulkily, Raven took a puff (he felt himself inch away from death's door).

"So," Rusty said, as Raven came down from his delirious, oxygen-deprived high. "Lake?"

Raven rested his inhaler against his chest. {Lake.}

[stardust-sprinkler]

Calling Shinsou by His Pro-Hero Name in Bed:

The first time you say it, he’s got you on your back on the desk in his office, his pants barely undone and your panties pulled to the side. His rhythm falters, his hips still as his perpetually sleepy eyes widen substantially.

It had never even crossed his mind, but suddenly it’s like a switch has been flipped—now it’s all he wants to hear from your sex-drunk lips.

He quickly realizes that you haven’t even registered saying it. Your eyes are hazy, a few tears trickling and smudging some of your eyeliner. Shallow breaths accompany needy whimpers as you try to roll your hips, frustrated beyond belief that he’s not moving. You practically sob out, “‘shi, why’d’ya stop?”

Christ, you look so beautiful, fucked-out and desperate for him.

He immediately resumes fucking you, but this time—he’s throwing your legs over his shoulders, gripping your thighs tightly enough to dig his nails into the supple flesh, and thrusting into you like it’s all he was made to do. His new pace speeds up past its predecessor, and he’s snarling out demands in a way he never has before.

“Say it again, princess…”

“Hi-hito..shi—”

Your broken attempts are cut off when a cry is torn from your throat. One of his hands had cracked against your ass hard enough to make you clench suddenly around him. His head tips back for a moment, a string of curse words being tossed towards the ceiling.

Then his gaze is locked on you once more, eyes heavily lidded, but somehow still blazing hot. “Nope. Try again, slut. And if you say Shinsou, I’m gonna turn your ass red.”

You let out a frantic mewl, wracking your addled brain for what else you could’ve called him… Something finally beckons to you.

“P-please, Mindjack — fuck me! Ha-arder, please!”

His eyes slam shut and he grits his teeth harshly, fighting to strengthen the tenuous grip he has on his sanity as he keeps his pace. You suddenly feel a hand squeezing the sides of your throat.

“What a smart little kitten… such a pretty slut for your hero, hm? Say it again.”

You obey eagerly, repetition your only focus, and he rewards you with a finger circling your clit. You scream yourself hoarse, sure anyone else working late hours could hear you, floors away. His nom de guerre is the only thing you can recall—everything else has drifted leagues away while he fucks you brainless.

This man doesn’t need his quirk to have complete control of you.

Asks are open! — follow for more mha hc, drabbles, & fics. AO3 crosspost: StardustSprinkler

[holdmytesseract]

How about:

"Dancing through life Skimming the surface Gliding where turf is smooth Life's more painless For the brainless Why think too hard? When it's so soothing Dancing through life No need to tough it When you can slough it off as I do Nothing matters But knowing nothing matters It's just life So keep dancing through"

Dancing Through Life" from Wicked

Kinda gives off some fun chaotic!Loki vibes for something a bit more lighthearted?

a/n: There we are... The last Lyric-Drabble... 😱 What a hell of an ride it has been! I had so much fun doing these! 🥰 I hope y'all had just as much fun reading them! Thanks to everyone who send in a request! 😁

@ijuststareatstuffhereok89 ... It's an honour for me to finish this special with your wonderful request. 🥰 I hope you like it, my friend. ☺️

Warnings: nothing? Fluff

Word Count: 868

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Based on this song:

Be Right Now

Since that day Loki just sauntered into your life, seemingly out of nowhere, everything started to feel brighter somehow. Better. Lighter. He was positively lightening up your life. Turning it from a rather boring, barren grey, into a bright and shining yellow. While the lot of the other Avengers were somewhat pissed at 'babysitting' Thor's younger, mischievous, pain-in-the-ass brother, you were delighted. The chemistry between you and him was snap just there. Never before had you clicked with somebody so quick. It was friendship at first sight. You spent a lot of time together, just hanging out, reading and pranking Thor. Of course, you would go out with him as well, showing Loki some fascinating Midgardian things like shopping centres, cinemas and amusement parks. The god learned to trust you and to open up to you. You and him were the best buddies. A friendship, deeper than the earth's core. You were certain, that this friendship was going to last forever; for eternity...

"You did what?" Loki looked at you quite a bit incredulously, blinking. "You are going to take me where?" You grinned like a Cheshire cat, clapping your hands excitedly. "To Lapland! Well... to Finland. Rovaniemi, to be precisely." Loki was still blinking. His birthday was coming up and you decided to surprise your best friend with a nice holiday. He took you to Oslo, Norway before, so you decided to take him to Finland. "A-Alright and, um, when are we leaving?" You smiled at how overwhelmed he was, taking a quick look at your watch. "Our flight goes in precisely 12 hours, so... Hurry up and pack your things!"

The moment you and his feet landed on Finnish ground, a bright smirk graced the God's lips. "Y/N... We barely left the airport and I am already enchanted by this beautiful city... Where's our hotel?" You shook your head, smiling and lacing your fingers through his. "We are not going to stay at a hotel... I got something better for us. C'mon." Without hesitation, you dragged him to the next taxi stand. The taxi drove you and him through the city, which was almost a sightseeing tour for the both of you. It was great and the snow just made everything even better.

The taxi driver drove the two of you out of the city of Rovaniemi and came to an halt on the outskirts, close to a forest. "There we are. We have to walk the rest of the way." "Walk?" "Yep. Let's go! It's getting cold!" You knew of course exactly, where you had to go; having planned this surprising trip after all.

About fifteen minutes on foot later, you reached some kind of glade, on which quite a few 'hills' stuck out of the snow... Loki's eyes widened. "Are those...?" You grinned, nodding. "Igloos, yep." "By the norns... This is... breathtakingly astonishing." You led him to one of the igloo's, knowing that it would be yours and his home for the next two weeks. "Let's go inside, shall we?" Loki nodded, visibly excited. "Yes, please." You entered the igloo together and looked around in awe. The igloo consisted of two parts. The first part was some kind of little hut with a wooden table, benches and a bathroom, of course. The second part was a round 'room', which was the bedroom. The special thing about the bedroom was, that the ceiling was a glass dome. "Wow..." Loki breathed out, stunned. "This is absolutely beautiful. Thank you for taking me to such a wonderful place." "Well... Happy Birthday, Mischief."

You spent the rest of the day packing out your stuff and getting something to eat. In the evening, when it was already dark and the stars twinkled on the Finnish night sky, alongside polar lights, you and Loki were back in the igloo. Both, you and him had seen polar lights before, in Norway, but they never failed to amaze you. It was beautiful. Soft music was echoing through the small igloo, as you and Loki laid on your separate beds, staring up in the sky through the glass, watching the beauty of nature. Suddenly, Loki jumped up from the bed, soon to be looming over you. "What?" You asked with a giggle. He stretched out his hand towards you. "May I have this dance?" You giggled again, "Seriously?" getting up, "I am dead certain. " and taking his hand. So, you both danced clumsily, freely and without a worry in the world around the igloo, laughing.

At the end of the song, Loki lifted you up and spun you around, causing you to yelp and giggle even more. You felt like flying in this moment. So light-hearted and free. Loki let you down again, but kept you in his arms, close to him. His blue eyes were literally shining, just like the smile on his face. "You're perfect..." He blurted out, a little out of breath. "You're perfect, so we're perfect together, born to be forever, dancing through life." "We are, Lokes, we are..." Just in that magic moment, both, you and Loki knew, that the bond you shared was perhaps more than just a deep friendship. Perhaps, you could call it love.

[fortheharbingers]

bewitched

♤ characters: scaramouche/gn!reader

♤ notes: suggestive content (mentions of finger sucking and grinding, implied sex) (minors dni) ; unimportant for this drabble but reader is a kitsune (it'll come into play once i add a second part)

hand reaching out to the pile of red, scaramouche grabs another fresh strarberry and holds before his face to inspect it.

peculiar little fruits, not too sweet or dull, their size just right, juicy, shining under the shimmering lights of the sun and the action of chewing them doesn't create a bother in itself. and on the plus side, they paint your lips just right, a little trail of pink flowing from the side of your mouth– and leaning in to him, closer than before, eyes lidded and mouth slightly open, it is obvious you're expecting, waiting, he almost licks his lips at the sight.

and throws the berry into his mouth with a single motion, ignoring the needy and annoyed look youre giving him.

it's scandalous, come to think of it, the balladeer, the (former) sixth harbinger of the fatui, in a small spring hidden from plain view and curious eyes by thick trees and a thicker fog, with you all over him, no less.

as if sensing the way he has described your position, your annoyed look from before turns into glares. quite a lot in number and sharp, too.

okay, so maybe you're not all over him but in his lap, maybe he is a little over you as well, so what of it? no big deal, not at all.

not when he should be worried with more pressing matters but with the way the sun lazily falls down, the taste of strawberries (and you) in his mouth, he cannot help but indulge for once.

a hex, or a curse, there is no other explanation for this– you must've done something to make way for this. yet he cannot see it himself to care. (and it feels nice, for once, to not think much, and just enjoy himself, reel in the pleasure, a world consisting of only you, and him; no annoying archons nagging at his brain, no intruders in his world, no brainless lackeys or incompetent people just dying to pester him.)

his hand reaches for another strawberry and brings it to your lips. letting his hand linger for a second too long, he watches as you nibble on his fingers, eyes never leaving his.

it feels more than nice, to have his fingers in your mouth, and yours in his, not that he would admit it. be it gently biting or getting harsher and rougher with one another. how you'll watch each other sucking on the fingers and getting a taste of themselves, or the other's, with a drunken expression painted on your faces. a premiere for the fucked out expression your faces will be morphing into in a matter of hours, or minutes. he likes it better when the fingers glisten with bodily fluids, instead of just saliva, but he'll have to make do for the time being with this.

leaning slightly back, you move your pelvis right against his crotch again, and that's when the smallest of suspicions he would have had, were this his first encounter with you, disappears into the thin air.

you move your waist once again, grinding against him just right, perhaps that was exactly what his body was waiting for for a while now, with the way he begins to harden so quickly.

he knows how it'll progress from now on, again, with your hands on his chest, maybe one hand gripping (yanking would be a better way to describe it perhaps) his hair, grinding against him in harmonic movements until you begin to reach your high, head tossed back or to a certain spot on the crook of his neck, all just for your own pleasure and nothing else's.

well, it's just a bonus in all of this that he gets to be the subject of your desires, and gets off in the process. few more days away from the distasteful thing called reality won't hurt anyone.

[this-is-krikkit]

hi!! read you're doing prompts, can you do the 9th? i feel like it's a perfect one for levihan 😂

send me a number and a ship and i'll write a drabble!

thank you for sending this prompt ! it does have undeniable levihan vibes to it 😏

Prompt 9. “You can’t banish me! This is my bed too!”

Zeke (★now edited and posted on ao3 ★)

Characters: Levi, Hange, Zeke

Tags: modern au, levihan, no zekehan or zevi i promise, i just think i'm hilarious sometimes and you guys have to deal with it hehehe, erumike mentioned, tw alcohol mention ig

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Hange gets out of the shower, puts on the clean shirt Levi had left for them in the bathroom and sneaks into the bedroom quietly. They successfully stop a yelp from escaping and only wince as they bump their toe into their bedside table, and put the miraculously unspilled glass of water they'd brought in with them on it.

They crawl under the duvet quickly, delighted to have made it here just as the hangover headache was starting to make their head throb, and frown as they realize something heavy has taken over most of their side of the bed. They reach back and click their light on, and feel their eyes widening as they take in the sight.

"What the- Levi, what's Zeke doing here?" they ask, way too loud even by their own standards.

"Fuck's sake, four-eyes," Levi moans, voice groggy and dry, "what's it look like? He's sleeping. And so am I, so shut the fuck up and turn the damn light off."

Hange bites their lip to stop themself from commenting on his bed hair or the adorably cranky look on his half asleep face, and obey his order.

Before they swiftly climb over both him and the dog, and stretch their arm far enough to turn on the light on his own bedside instead. They fully laugh when Levi whines again, swearing some more, and the Husky joins his protest with a loud howl.

"And where do I sleep, grumpy-grumps?" Hange asks, fluffing the dog's fur, who quickly calms down at the attention.

"I don't care, just get out of my bed," Levi replies, his voice all muffled from speaking into his pillow as he protects his eyes from the sting of the light.

Hange gasps in faked horror, Zeke looking up at them in concern at the sound.

"You can't banish me! This is my bed too!"

Levi groans again, and blindly feels behind him with his hand.

"Not anymore," he sighs in reflief when he finds his mark and darkness replaces the cruel artificial light. "Now it's mine and Zeke's."

"Right... and since when do you allow this- how'd you put it again- 'overactive drama queen of a hairball', to get on the sheets you love so much and shed all over them?" Hange pushes, genuinely curious.

"Since you leave me for two nights in a row to go on a weekend-long party with your brother and his brainless jock friends. And I was planning on changing the sheets later today anyway," he adds as an afterthought.

"Mike's bachelor party was fun, honey, thank you for asking," Hange replies playfully. "But I still don't understand how that has anything to do with your rules regarding the dog's sleeping-

"For your information, your four legged soulmate here wouldn't stop whining and howling at the front door until I let him come in here," he interrupts in a huff. "I don't know what he was so anxious about, but he had a really hard time sleeping without you around."

Hange's eyes have grown accustomed to the shadows by now, and they don't miss the way Levi stares at Zeke, actively avoiding to look at their own face. They should have known from the minute they came home and Levi was still in bed in the middle of the day that his insomnia had been acting up again, and it twists something in their gut to hear him confess so in his own twisted way, especially when they know he'd been working long hours the week before.

They hum and perch themself back on what little space they've got left on their side of the bed, letting one of their hands land on Levi's pillow to ruffle his hair and massage his scalp as they pet the dog's fur with the other.

"I'm sorry you didn't get to rest properly," they say softly.

Levi sighs, and his fingers link with theirs over the dog's belly.

"From the looks of you right now, I'd say you didn't either," he jokes. "Did you really have fun?"

"So much. I don't see how Erwin's going to beat that next weekend, honestly."

"Well, don't tell him that. He's so competitive he'd do the craziest shit just to try and prove you wrong."

They feel their own grin widening, and Levi chuckles when he spots it.

"Tch, four-eyes..." he warns, shaking his head in faked disapproval.

"Come on, what's the point of being one groom's sibling and the other's best friend if I don't get to mess with them a little?"

They yawn around the end of the sentence, which makes it sound way less villainous than they'd meant.

"Better get some rest while you can, then, evil mastermind," Levi scoffs, failing to hide his own reflex yawn.

Hange vaguely remembers letting out a weak laugh and pinching his nose in retaliation for his mocking tone, before falling into deep slumber.

[scaramoucheslove]

Oo hello!! I discovered your Albedo fic while on my scroll, and sheeesh 😫😫 made me feel things,,,,, but I digress, could I request how Xiao or Albedo would deal with a bratty sub?

And,, if I may,, could I be 🏵 anon? ;0

A/N: Hi, Love! Tysm for your support <33 I actually thought no one liked or even read the Albedo smut lolol. Also yes ofcc!! Hello my first anon :D also I’m gonna make this as a HC/drabble thingy hehe

also I’m so sorry if it’s shitty aaa 

How they would deal with a bratty sub (HCs)

(Xiao, Albedo)

What to expect: Rough shit, Petnames, Dacryphilia, Overstimulation, Degradation, Dumbification, facefucking, Exhibition kink pls tell me if I miss anything ^^

Smut beneath the cut

XIAO

·         Really easy to get on his nerves tbh.

·         Would definitely not tolerate your behaviour. Especially if you’ve been good.

·         “Stop. Behave.”

·         His punishments would lowkey highkey hurt </3

·         He’ll give you the rough treatment, choking, marking, overstim, you name it. Maybe even toys??

·         D E G R A D A T I O N <33 you will be hearing no praise from this man.

·         Humiliation too omgomgomg

·         DUMBIFICATIONNN AA

·         Will most likely use the name “Pet” “Doll” “Bitch” “Slut” “Whore” etc

·         And you’ll have to call him master in bed, but today we’re going to pretend that you just didn’t feel like it.

·         “Tsk, seems like my pet is misbehaving again”

·         I feel like he wouldn’t like physical roughness as much, since he’s not much of a sadist. But if he felt the need to remind you of what your position was, then he’d probably only go as far as spanking.

·         If you cry, he’ll humiliate you for it

·         “Are you crying? Where’s your act now, brat? Continue counting.”

·         Deep down, he loves lives to see you cry.

·         He’d continue to overstimulate you with his mouth, fingers, and dick until you were begging, crying, screaming, thrashing.

·         He’d mark almost every part of your body

·         He WILL choke you and bite your neck as he’s pushing himself inside of you.

·         Mans has no patience, will go ALL out on you. Who cares if his hands and tongue were too much anyways? You were the one who wanted to act like a brat.

·         “If you don’t keep that little mouth shut, I’m going to stuff your slutty mouth with my dick you whore.”

·         And if you keep pushing his buttons? He would.

·         Completely facefuck you until you’re all fucked out, crying and out of breath.

·         He loves to see himself in your throat.

·         The type to hold your nose while he shoves his dick down your throat  <3

·         Not the best at aftercare, but he still tries his best.

·         Will apologize to you even if it’s half assed, gets you cleaned up, and brews you a nice cup of tea.

·         You probably drifted off to sleep already once he brought you tea.

·         Will smile and hold you close and even though he doesn’t sleep, he would still just lie on the bed and appreciate every moment with you.

                                             “Xia- Master- ah- please” you didn’t even know what you were begging for now. For him to stop? For more? You didn’t know. What you do know is you’ve been begging for over an hour now, your voice was hoarse and tired after all your screaming. Your eyes were watery and begging for forgiveness. But alas, it went from one ear to another. The room sounded so sinful. The two of your sweaty bodies collided, your arms clinging onto his neck as he continues to pound into you. Faster. And harder. “Stop. Fucking. Shouting.” He said while he thrusts in every word. Annoyance clear in his voice. “Shut up and take it, will you?” He said before moving his arms from your hips to your neck and applying pressure. “Dumb little sluts like you don’t even deserve anything from the likes of me.” Seeing your drooled up face, he couldn’t help but say “Look at you all drooled up, doll. You look so stupid like this. Who else can fuck you stupid like I do?” “O-only you mas-ter” you managed to say. He smiled momentarily before his other hand reaches your clit to rub it as your mouth fell open. Fighting the urge to call you his good girl.

 ALBEDO

·         I’M IN MY ALBEDO FEELS PLSS

·         He’d just be like 🤨🤨.

·         Usually completely unaware and uninterested so he’d continue to do his work.

·         You have to be a real brat to really test his limits.

·         I think he wont be rough intentionally. He’s just rough without realizing he is. Even on your daily sex life.

·         OKOK NOW if you DO manage to break him somehow, here’s some of the punishments he’ll prolly do.

·         Humiliation.… degradation… bc chile… he ain’t much of a talker but SHEESH if he dirty talks it’s over. Oh but he won’t go too far. I hope..

·         He also sometimes uses you to help with his experiments.

·         Spanks, chokes, slaps, and other physical things but not too roughly, just for “research purposes.” And sometimes for punishments too if you ever got too out of hand.

·         Loves to see you tied up tbh <33 really likes to see you all helpless.

·         Gags on occasions (if he’s working on an experiment or punishment and he’s not in the mood to hear you moan or make a noise or anything)

·         Dumbification?? without him realizing it?>@>@*&^$^$% 

·         Petnames <33 plspls i beg u call him sir or master bc that’s such an ego boost for him. I mean you don’t have to but like,, why wouldn’t you.

·         Also loves the thrilling feeling of someone catching you two.

·         Toys,, sometimes.

·         Imagine being a brat in your daily life and one day he just snaps.

·         As he was doing his work, you, being the brat you are continued to test his limit. From asking him dumb questions to “accidentally” smashing/destroying his experiments.

·         He just sighed, cleared his table and said,

·         “Y/N. Come here.”

·         You would be so shocked that you froze in your spot.

·         He never really paid attention to your actions, just casually answering your questions from time to time.

·         “I said, come here.”

·         His voice was stern, but calm.

·         “Don’t make me come over there myself.”

·         You, along with your shaking legs, were slowly making your way towards him.

·         “Sit on my lap.”

·         You did as you were told. Hell you were too scared to do anything he didn’t say you could.

·         “Say, did you know the things you broke?”

·         You just shooked your head as your legs kept shaking.

·         “Since you don’t know how to keep your hands to yourself, I’m gonna force you to keep it to yourself, brat.”

·         OOP I ACCIDENTALLY WROTE IT AS A HC LMAOO IDK I’LL CONTINUE IN THE DRABBLE LMAO

.         Anyways probably kinda good with aftercare.

.         Will apologize if he’s too rough and shower you with attention. If you’re lucky enough, he’ll skip his work that day and the day after to spend a day or two to make it up to you.

                                       Albedo continues his ministrations on you. “Master- fuck slow down” you panted. Your hands tied above your head. you were sprawled on his table as Albedo continues to insert 2 fingers inside and out of you. “Oh? Were you not searching for my attention then dear?” He inserted another finger as you whimpered. “You were the one who happened to mess with my experiments, after all.” “But I-“ you didn’t manage to say anything else before he has his tongue on your clit. He had kept your legs open with a tool so you had no power against him. “Albedoo~” You whine once more which caused his other gloved hand to slap your clit. You flinched a bit, but fuck that felt good. He stopped moving his hands and said “You better be quiet before I gag that mouth of yours.” He continued to thrust three fingers in and out of you again as you rolled your eyes back and moaned. “Fuck, you look so dumb, doll. You look so pretty like this.” You heard the door knock and you immediately looked at Albedo while shaking your head. “Come in” you heard him say. A man went inside the room and stood still with some files in his hands and clearly distracted on whatever was on the paper. “Sir, we have a prob-“ Once he saw what was going on, he looked a bit terrified. “Continue. What is the problem?” Albedo asked calmly as he pumped his fingers in and out of you. They continued to talk about some things you couldn’t register because you were slowly losing your mind little by little, although the man did sound a bit flustered. By the time they were finished, Albedo just said his thanks and told him to close the door. His mouth latched onto your clit once again surprisingly fast and your mouth fell open. You were sure drool was everywhere. “I’m going to keep going until you’re all brainless and unconscious. But before I do-“ just as about you were about to reach your high, he pulled out his fingers and gave you a look. You whined at the lost of contact. “You better be ready, my love.” That was all he needed to say before you realized, you were in for one hell of a ride.

STOP OMFG I DIDN’T MEAN TO MAKE ALBEDO’S LONG I HAVENT EVEN FINISHED THE CHILDE SMUT I’M WORKING ON

[oftenderweapons]

Hard and Mellow – Hoseok

Pairing: Jung Hoseok x reader (nicknamed Giggles)

Wordcount: 1.7k

Genre: smut, established relationship

Rating: 18+

Hello everyone! Stopping by to deliver this quick drabble. It’s been a while since I wrote something because sudden inspiration struck me, so I thought I could follow the mood and this came out. 

I’m thanking the best beta reader of this whole galaxy (that I will never thank enough), @joheunsaram​​. Becoming friends has never been as easy as it is with you. Lob U. I also want to thank a very specific Silent Princess. This is all for you, baby. You’re more extraordinary than words will ever say. You’ve been through so much and I’m so proud of you. I hope this will give you a good time, and someplace you can go back to when you want to escape from the real world. I’d be honoured to call you friend. I’ll wait for you in my next life 💜💐

Do NOT open the “read more” if the following topics trigger you: Sir!Hoseok, Sub!reader, multiple orgasms, vibrator, masturbation and oral sex (female receiving), face fucking and hair pulling (male receiving), squirting, cumplay and cream pies, general messiness, cum eating, heavy breast play (slapping, gripping, squeezing, nipple pinching and tugging), exhibitionism, impregnation/breeding kink, heavy dirty talking, biting, mentions of impact play (spanking and whipping with belt), bruising, mention of blacking out.

Here is my complete masterlist!

Enjoy 💜✨

“Tell me how it feels.”

You simply arched your back and stared deep into his eyes.

“Tell me,” he repeated, curling his fingers and moving the vibrator closer to your clitoris.

“Too good.”

“Too good what?” He teased you.

“Too good, Sir.”

You were barely coherent at this point.

Five orgasms were taking their toll on you. More than that, you had also squirted with the previous two, your body and mind growing increasingly vulnerable.

The fact that he was so clearly going for the sixth, and that he could keep going after that — you knew he could and would — made you grip his hair and shove his face against your crotch.

“So naughty,” he growled with a deep laugh before getting the toy inside you, switching the vibration pattern to a pulsating one that always made you wild for him, his tongue titillating your most sensitive spot with hard, quick flicks.

You tugged at his hair naturally, planting your heels on the mattress before your hips shot up; his hands came to your breasts, gripping them hard before his fingers delivered a sharp, burning slap to your left mound.

He sucked your clit harder, his fingers pinching your nipples while the feeling of the vibrations inside you became way too much for you actually survive his assault.

“Sir, please, stop.”

He hummed and kept going, the growl so deep in his throat that it felt almost minacious.

“Oh, please. No, no, I can’t— Sir!” You screamed, letting sobs fall from your lips just as tears began rolling down the sides of your face.

With a grin in his mouth he kept going, overstimulating you until he felt your release wet his neck and chest.

Nothing pleased him more than feeling you gush for him, over and over.

You could barely believe that the same man who was obsessed with cleanliness and spotless rooms was the same one making you drench the sheets at least once a week — usually with a timing perfectly calculated with the changing of the sheets.

And there was such a deep, bone-melting pleasure in showering while barely alive and falling asleep in his arms with your body brainless, soft and clean against the fresh crisp sheets.

But tonight you were far from that.

You were far from being done.

At least, he was.

He watched your body grow entirely limp underneath him, your eyes closed, your legs shaking as they tried to close, only to surrender to his unfaltering will.

He was hungry.

He was desperate.

He was all things he’d never dared be with anyone else.

He wanted things he never thought he could have.

But now there was you, and even though he was afraid he would lose you to someone who could be reliable in ways he couldn’t, he was ready to tie you down to him in any way he could.

He felt stupid. He felt dumb and reckless and absolutely insane.

He abandoned the slightly sour and salty taste of your cunt, not before lapping at the creamy wetness coating your folds, making them part with a squelching, sticky sound.

He took the vibrator out of you and slipped it into his mouth, eating and licking and sucking at all the sweet release he’d coaxed out of you before letting it rest on the sheets — they were messed up already anyway.

He silently grabbed your ankles and dragged you all the way to the edge of the bed, your body still too tired for you to actively notice anything but the friction of the cotton burning against the bruising skin of your ass and the back of your thighs.

You barely remembered if it had been his hand or the belt — it was a remote memory. Maybe two or three hours ago.

Too much had happened to your body for you to hold on to such fickle facts.

“On your knees. Now.” His order was stark and cold, getting a piercing, squeaking whimper out of you, your legs dangling from the bed before he settled behind you, his thin and strong arms shaping you into the position he required you to be.

You were now sitting close to the edge of the bed, your legs bent underneath you as you finally found enough strength to cooperate.

With your back to his front, straddling him, you felt his throbbing cock against your core, lifting your hips just enough for him to place his tip against your entrance and slide inside once you gave in to the firm, hot fullness of him.

“Yes, my love. Ride it,” his voice came from over your shoulder, one hand coming down to your clit, already looking for one more orgasm, his other palm cupping your heavy breast, bouncing with the needy rise and fall of your hips and with your heavy breathing. Your nipples felt too delicate, too sensitive.

You cried out loudly and shamelessly once he pinched one, tugging at it before rolling it between his thumb and forefinger in a poor attempt at soothing your skin.

His breath was too cold against your sweaty skin.

He managed to bite your shoulder, sucking briefly at the curve of your neck before you felt his rough voice.

“I wish I could fuck you like this on a stage. Show everyone how good I am to you.” He slapped your breast once more before he started meeting your thrusts. “Show them how I make you cum. How I make you squirt all over me.” He bit and growled as he felt you get tighter. “I’m gonna show all of them how my sweet, delicate strawberry turns into the loveliest cumslut for this cock.”

You shook your head and cried out, imagining a thick crowd in front of you, watching in silence, waiting for your orgasm like football supporters wait for a goal, ready to cheer.

“My sweet strawberry. Bet no one can get you half as dirty…” He chuckled. “Such a  cute little fuckdoll. Aren’t you hungry for my cum? Don’t you wanna be filled up?”

You sobbed and nodded.

“Say it with your words, Giggles.”

“Sir, please,” you managed to squeal before both his hands grabbed your breasts.

“Please what?”

“I want your cum. I need your cum. I’m empty and cold without it.”

He felt pleasure grow almost too much, ready to overthrow him.

“That’s right. You’re only mine to fill up.” He tortured your nipples some more. “Aren’t you eager to be bred, like an expensive fine pet?”

“Please, gimme babies. I’m your pet. I’m only yours to be filled up, please Sir.” You felt more tears roll down your cheeks.

“That’s right. But this won’t work.” He murmured, helping you on all fours before grabbing your arms and pinning them behind your back, making your whole torso collapse onto the bed, your face meeting the spot where his cock was laying earlier as he ate you out. You could tell by the heavy scent of his sex.

“This is the right position for you to get all those babies. They’re gonna stay deep inside. Like this.” He said, driving his cock all the way inside you, humming at the increased depth and tightness.

“It would be so fun to let everyone see how we make babies, don’t you think? Almost a shame we didn’t film this.”

His giggles were evil and taunting, “I’m gonna cum. Would you like to, Giggles?”

You nodded and immediately felt his hand between your legs, touching you with expertise.

“You’ll get so round and soft. It’ll be so lovely.” Hoseok was reaching the very edge. “Everyone will know you’re getting fucked to be bred.” He bent down, closing his eyes and breathing deeper to control himself. “Being too horny when you’re ovulating, walking around the house in nothing but an oversized shirt.” He slapped your ass once, twice, three times, trying to last at least one more minute. “You’re really begging me to put a baby inside you.”

“Please, it’s all I want, please, Hoseok!”

“Such a good girl. You earned my cum so well, my sweet berry,” he managed to coo before he gave irregular, violent strokes.

“Oh, please!”

He lost himself once you squeezed him as tight as you could, forcing him to spill all his cum inside you, the hot spurts shooting against your oversensitive inner walls while his mouth opened wide, letting a few seconds go by before he actually managed to make a sound.  

He rammed inside you with animalistic force, fucking his cum deeper inside you, letting your tight cunt milk him until his balls didn’t feel heavy and uncomfortable anymore.

His sweaty forehead hit your nape, but you barely registered that. Pleasure crested and your body became numb to everything, finally giving in to exhaustion as your vision blacked out.

You didn’t know how long it had been when you managed to come back to reality; Hoseok was quiet behind you, your bodies now resting on your sides.

“Giggles,” he called gently.

You hummed and nodded.

“Are you doing okay, honey?” His voice was raw and concerned.

“I’m okay. Tired.”

He kissed your shoulder, where he could spot a bite mark darkening. “Do you need anything?”

You shook your head. On a second thought, you changed your mind. “Stay inside,” you whispered.

He did as you told him.

“I really want kids, Hobi.” Your voice was shaking and fatigued after all the heavy breathing and crying and screaming.

“We’ll have as many as you want,” he replied, drawing a line of kisses. “Whenever we’re ready.”

You nodded and scooted further back into him.

“You’ll be so beautiful, with a big round belly, glowing in happiness.” His hands caressed your body reverently. “You’ll be so sweet, breastfeeding our child on a rocking chair. And you’ll be the best at lullabies. Your voice is so nice and soothing,” he was getting emotional. “You’ll make the prettiest, gentlest of babies.”

You caught his hands in yours. “And you’ll spoil them rotten.”

“How can I say no to a mini-you?” He took in your scent, the smell of him and you and sex so deeply interwoven with every fibre of your being. “I hope they look like you.”

You tried to cuddle him as you heard him sniffle. “You’ll be the best dad in the universe.”

He gave a small laugh. “For now I’ll focus on the idea of getting all them babies inside you.”

You chuckled and wiggled your hips against him, squeezing around his half soft cock. “I second that.”

[sohin-ace]

Tumblr refreshed without my consent right as I was writing a requested drabble and lost my entire work.

I contacted them, but if it turns out this issue is not resolved and I lost my hour of hard work, I have the regret to say that I will never take requests from this website again out of saltiness.

I started writing without request, I can continue as so, I inspire my own self.

I'll finish up the ones I have now and re-write the one I lost out od sheer respect for my readers, but I lost my thin trust in you @staff , @support , whoever the fuck runs this place.

Why is auto-refresh even a thing? Cut it out, it's useless and dumb. Give me back my draft. The only time I ever wrote through Tumblr instead of my usual writing app is because my phone was down, and you still disappointed me for my first experience.

Give me my blood sweat and tears back or expect consequences, you brainless apes.

[noknockingonmydoor]

"Join Me" @emcraldsxchcrrics​

( Leave a “Join Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character giving your character an offer [be it a proposal for an alliance, asking them to join them in an activity (you can get dirty if you want), feel free to specify.] )

Even when he thinks he’s seen everything--the stupidity, and incompetence, and the lack of organisation when it’s no time or place to afford to be careless always gets to him. He’d been moved from counter to counter, made to wait long, excruciating minutes, his questions and demands brushed off by people who didn’t seem to know what fucking planet they were on.

Do people really live like this? If it weren’t infuriating, it would’ve been fascinating.

All because they misplaced his baggage, which had been by his side just half an hour ago--brought to be checked in, only to disappear, as if swallowed by a black hole of brainless idiots. The bag, which in itself might’ve been worth more than some of their salaries--God forbid he approxiomated the value of its contents, too. Only then would he be sure that the bag would not be returned.

To top it off, he’d been informed he would have to stay in the country for a few more days until the matter was resolved... as if finding a bag was nuclear fucking science. And how did they attempt to make it up to him? By offering an additional plane ticket of choice, free of charge. 

What the fuck is he gonna do with that? Shove it up his ass? Luckily, he found the self-restraint not to say it out loud... and he was about to refuse the offer, out of pure, unadulterated spite, before an idea entered his mind.

Didn’t someone he knew mention wanting to visit The Van Gogh Museum? But who was it?

Ah... Right. Obviously.

In advance, he asked for a two-way ticket from Japan to the Netherlands, and he spent another fifteen minutes wandering about, searching for signal--getting distracted only once, or twice, by a sight he thought would make a good photograph, or reference--and he finally made the call. 

Hearing Kakyoin pick up in a timely manner had a surprisingly uplifting effect on his dangerously foul mood. If there was anyone he could share the misery with in a productive way, it was this guy.

“Hey,” he uttered a simple greeting. “Are you free? Just so happens that I have a spare plane ticket for Amsterdam.”

He pinched the bridge of his nose as he spoke. He didn’t have the patience to delve into a sensible explanation--but he had a feeling Kakyoin had learnt not to expect that from him.

“Don’t ask. Do you wanna come with? The flight is tomorrow, around this time. I’ll text you everything you need.”

(Only when Kakyoin spoke some more did Rohan remember that they were in very different timezones, and that he probably woke the poor guy up... Well, oops. It’s not like he did it on purpose. He’ll get over it.)

[thehopefuldandelion]

Sleep, Unnecessary Sleep.

So uh I’m currently studying for a bio test tomorrow and decided to write a short drabble bc I haven’t written anything in awhile.

Everlark.

All characters belong to Susanne Collins.

All mistakes are mine. Enjoy:)

***

“Katniss, wake up.”

The girl of 18 lifts her head from the wooden, stained desk. She is tired. And not just the tired when you have been at school all day, but the tiredness that follows you like a thief. The kind of tired that wraps you in a warm cloak and coos you to sleep. Her face has indents most likely from the stack of papers on her desk explaining the difference between meiosis and mitosis and packed with Punnett squares.

“Katniss...get...up,” the small voice grunts as she tries to pull her sister out of the grey office chair.

“Ughhhhhhhhhhh,” Katniss groans, “Do I have too?”

She receives no reply and suspects Prim has already left the room. Sluggishly, Katniss Everdeen ambles to her cluttered room, turning on the light blindly.

After getting dressed,in sweatpants and a t-shirt(of course), she eats breakfast and pushes herself out the door. The walk to school isn’t terribly long but not having a car to drive as a senior sucks. That leaves her 2 options, the bus(ugh) or walking. “Oh well”, she thinks to herself.

***

“Brainless, did you go to hell and come back?”, her friend, Johanna, asks sarcastically.

Ignoring her, Katniss reaches her locker, in all its pukish brown glory, and reaches in to grab some books. She fells strong, muscular arms wrap around her slender frame, fingers interlocking. This makes her give off a jubilant smile.

“Hey, babe,” someone with an almost gravelly voice mumbles into her shoulder. She feels feather-like kisses on her neck making her want to moan in delight.

Katniss Everdeen, the ice queen, literally melts in his arms. She smells fresh bread and cinnamon causing her mouth to water. As she turns around, she sees those floppy blonde curls and crystal blue eyes, drawing her in.

“Good morning, beautiful,” he says.

“Hey, handsome,” she replies.

Before he says anything else she stops his lips with a kiss. He then reaches down and grabs a paper bag almost leaking oils and she immediately knows that he brought her cheese buns, her favorite. Giving him a light peck, she snatches the bag and runs through the hall, laughing emphatically as she went. Katniss reaches into the bag and pulls out a gooey cheese bun, savoring it’s taste as soon as it reaches her mouth. She was definitely in love with these buns.

He reaches her and spins her around, causing Katniss to almost drop her pastry. She taps his nose as punishment and then wraps her fingers around his.

He kisses the side of her head and then pauses before saying something. “Did you sleep well last night, Katniss?”

“No, of course Mrs. Trinkett dropped a test bomb on us yesterday,” she said with exhaustion in her voice.

“Aw, I’m sorry, love.”

“It’s ok.”

“Thanks for walking me to class.”

“Of course, Katniss. See you at lunch,” he says with a short kiss on the forehead.

***

When lunch rolls around, Katniss finds him under the oak tree. She crawls into his lap and nuzzles his neck.

“I wish I could freeze this moment forever,” he says.

“Mhmm,” Katniss replies while dozing into a sweet sleep.

An hour later, he wakes her up with a languid kiss and tells her it’s time to go to next period.

As Katniss opens her eyes, she knows that the man in front of her, her Peeta, is her soulmate. She simply can’t imagine life without him. Peeta. Even the name sounds captivating rolling off her lips. Not only did she catch up on sleep, but she was with the man she loved. The object of her desire. Her heart’s devotion.

No matter how tired she was, one thing was for certain, she was his and he was hers.

And that’s all that matters.

[michbigbagofweird]

Hello!! From the Drabble Challenge list.... 34. “He creeped me out. I’m not gonna lie.” Can’t wait to see what you some up with 😊

“He creeped me out. I’m not gonna lie.”

Meh. Not exactly happy with this, but here it is. All mistakes are mine. Sorry in advance. And sorry it ended a little abruptly 😐

—————

Johanna, Madge and Katniss were gathered at Mellark’s Bakery on Fridays for their weekly brunch and dose of girl talk. Katniss was always surprised the proprietor never kicked them out of his establishment, considering they took up the table for hours. Of course, they ate their weight in pastries while they were there, not to mention all the hot chocolates and lattes they consumed.

Katniss always ran 6 miles the day after their visit to burn off all those calories, but it was worth it. The food, atmosphere and company were what made the week at her crappy job bearable. Especially whenever she thought of seeing the owner.

Her thoughts would often wander to the baker, who made a man wearing an apron hot. She lived to see his lopsided smile, bright blue eyes, and unruly blonde curls. But it wasn’t just his hotness that piqued her interest. It was his undeniable kindness that worked its way into her heart. Of course, Jo and Madge were privy to this crush and teased her mercilessly about it.

“Earth to brainless. Were you thinking about the hot bread boy over there?” Jo asked, nodding her head towards the man, wiping the counters.

Katniss could feel the heat invade her cheeks. “I… no. I’m just tired. And you know he has a name, Jo.”

“Mhmm. We don’t believe you, but we’ll let you off the hook this time.”

“Speak for yourself, Madge. I’m going to tease her so much that her only recourse would be to ask Peeta bread out herself.”

“Come on, Jo. You know she would never,” Madge laughed, shoving Katniss slightly.

Katniss stole a glance on Peeta, checking to make sure he’s not listening.

“Can we talk about something else? He's going to hear you,” Katniss growled.

“Why don’t you tell Blondie here about that guy at the grocery store?” Jo asked.

“Oh, that guy. His name is Cray, and he works at the Food ‘n Stuff. I’m there all the time. It’s where I buy all my food and most of my stuff. He follows me around the store, hiding behind shelves and watching me.”

“Have you told the store manager?”

“No, I haven’t, Madge. I’m a bit embarrassed. I may have to after yesterday, though.”

“What happened?”

“He approached me, and asked me what kind of toilet paper I prefer. He creeped me out. I’m not gonna lie.”

“Who creeped you out, Katniss? Do I need to kick his ass?”

The three ladies looked to see a very concerned baker, standing beside their table. He was clutching his rag so fiercely that his knuckles had turned white.

“No, Peeta. It’s just a guy at the store. I should tell the manager about him.” He arched his eyebrow, skeptically. “Really. It’s fine.”

“Okay, if you’re sure...Just let me know if you need any help. Wait, I forget who I’m talking to,” he chuckled, throwing the rag to hang over his shoulder as he walked away.

“Wait. What does that mean?” Katniss asked, jumping out of her chair and following Peeta to the front counter.

“Uh, it’s just you’re...you. If your scowl doesn’t strike him down, just take your bow into the store.” Peeta winked.

Katniss flushed, and her heart picked up its beat. “How do you know about my bow?”

Peeta’s smile widened, revealing the dimple in his cheek. He leaned over the counter towards her, gliding his forearms across the surface and said in his smooth, deep drawl. “I’ve been paying attention, Katniss.”

[shirokodomo]

send a number and a pair for a drabble

@bravedfate​ has sent: “Please, just stop talking.” from inuyasha. lol.

Hakudōshi groaned, out of pure frustration, how long had he been stuck inside this place with him...? Hours probably. Stuck inside a goddamn cavern with Inuyasha. What a joy!

Why did it have to be Inuyasha of all people.

The child stuck the blade of his naginata in between two rocks, annoyed violet eyes stared at the dog half-demon.

❝ Oh I shall stop talking. ❞ he said as he crossed his arms  ❝ As soon as you stop being a brainless idiot, Inuyasha. ❞