#donation drabble

[yanderedrabbles]

Donated blood yesterday and it's got me thinking of a very unethical yandere blood bank volunteer.

Thinking about how a good deed can so easily turn into the worst decision of your life.

A guy who seems sweet at first, around your age. When you're filling out the forms, your friends keep ribbing you about how handsome he is, how he seems just your type.

A yandere who takes his time finding your vein, one hand loosely clasped around your wrist while he taps at your inner elbow. Looking up at you through his lashes, going on about what nice veins you have, and that he hates to jab such a sweet looking girl.

A yandere who pokes you a lot harder than he has to, just to hear you hiss. Just to see your brows scrunch up.

"It's okay. It only hurts for a second. You're taking it like a champ."

You smile at him and try to ignore the needle throbbing in your arm.

A yandere who tells your friends he needs privacy, that it's against policy to have people standing around. Who lies straight through his teeth to get you alone.

A guy who draws almost twice the legal limit of blood. Until you're pale and just about passed out.

Who's quick to wrap an arm around your waist when you stand. Who laughs just a little when you stumble - as cute as a kitten learning to walk.

Who leads you towards the back of the donation centre with his lips brushing your hair.

"It's a bad reaction. We need to get you checked out at the hospital," he says, even though that's almost never been standard procedure.

Who bundles you into his car and can't help but coo at how dazed you look. Such a silly thing, so weak and helpless.

A yandere who tosses his latex gloves and blood bank ID out the window as he speeds out of town. No one is ever going to find you, not with how careful he is.

You have to be careful, when you're working with needles all day. Guess you could say the habit bled over into the rest of his life.

When you finally come to, he's quick to tell you exactly how dangerous it is to lose that much blood. How you're just too frail to have donated in the first place, and how he's so sorry he didn't realise it earlier.

He ignores you when you ask where you are or what happened to your friends. Says that your recovery hinges on managing stress and that those are stress inducing questions. His voice perfectly professional the entire time, like he doesn't have you locked away in the middle of nowhere.

And anyway, you should feel lucky. Patients don't usually have such personalised care during recovery. You're lucky he's around to make sure you bounce back properly.

And if he keeps you locked away on an isolated tract of land? If he spends every morning cozied up between your thighs? Well, it's just good for your low iron.

[zephyrchama]

Lucifer looked overly pleased. He turned the present in his hand over for the fifth time with an incredibly smug, self-assured smirk on his face.

"This is for me, is it?" It was neither his birthday nor a holiday. He had been quite surprised when you burst into his office and laid the decorative bundle on his desk. It was taped poorly and the wrapping paper was a recycled brown paper bag, yet the simple fact that you were thinking about him made his pride swell to dangerous levels.

"Yes," you told him. "Please make good use of it. Please."

With an arrogant little "heh," he opened the gift. Inside was a long length of thick rope, freshly purchased from a hardware store that morning. It was sturdy and a little coarse. It looked like it was made for boating purposes.

"What is this?" Lucifer examined it by tugging at the ends until it was taut. He looked ready to whip the next person to walk into his office. "Is this your way of asking to spend more time with me? I always thought you were more of a silk ribbon perso-"

"No!" You interrupted his detailed speculation by slamming a hand on the corner of the desk. It stung a little. Of course Lucifer would misunderstand your intentions, but that was exactly why you had to clear things up. "I need you to stop tying Mammon up with the ethernet cord."

Lucifer raised an eyebrow. You didn't like the way he was gliding his gloved thumb over the rope.

"You leave him tied up for hours," you continued, "and the WiFi stops working. I have to go to the observatory when that happens and stand by the windows and wave my D.D.D. around for data to work. So, Lucifer. Please? Won't you use this instead?"

You put your hand on top of his in a bold power play. Maybe he would feel your sincerity. Combined with big puppy eyes and a little head tilt, you felt this plan had a 65% chance of working.

[weoris]

Hello dears! I am asking you to support my campaign to help me reach my goal. I am now in bad need your support to help me stay alive and safe. Gaza is a very dangerous place either on the level of livelihood or on the level of souls. I need your monetary support to enable me to get the basic needs for my family till Rafah crossing point reopens to move my family to safety and peace. Please help a family be alive through your small donations or througn your shares to others. Thank you so Much for your stand beside people in need.

free Palestine

help Raneen’s family by donating to their gofundme ( https://gofund.me/a4be45a0 ) and sharing their story.

they’ve been displaced from their homes, which are now in ruins. their hometowns are now destroyed and they’re still fighting.

click daily, visit more gofundme websites and donations, share their story, do what you can to save the people of Palestine.

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[mugloversonly]

Christmas Day

Written for: @steddiemas prompt: TOYS, SURPRISE @steddieholidaydrabbles prompt: HOT CHOCOLATE, STOCKING, CHRISTMAS WC: 429 Rating: G CW: NA Summary: Amelia opens her gifts, Eddie gets a big surprise AO3

Steve hands Eddie a mug of hot chocolate as he sits next to his husband. Amelia was surrounded by toys, opening box after box. She may be a little spoiled; to be fair, they told all their friends she never had Christmas before finding out why so everyone went a little over board.

But that was okay, Steve and Eddie saved their gifts for the eight days of Hanukkah. By the time she got through her gifts, it was lunch time, Eddie made her favorite, Mac and Cheese with bread crumbs sprinkled on top. They had a full holiday dinner planned over at the Hoppers’ so they didn’t want to get too complicated with it. After that, it was Amelia’s nap time and time for the men to exchange gifts.

They exchanged stockings, not bothering to take turns. Steve tipped his over and found a handful of candies, trinkets, and a new watch. He opened the box and gasped in shock.

“Eds! You found it?” He exclaimed. When they went shopping last month the shop had been out of this one. Eddie must have found the time to go back to get it. He looked over, confused by Eddie’s lack of answer. He understood when the shine of tears dripped down his face. He held a framed copy of an ultrasound.

“Stevie? What is this?” He asked softly.

“Chrissy said it worked.” Eddie gasped as he looked at his husband. “Turn it over.” Steve smiled. Eddie shakily flipped the frame to see a second ultrasound on the other side.

“Twins?” Eddie asked softly.

“Close. One from Robin and one from Chrissy.” Steve smiled. It was the perfect outcome. They’d have two new babies.

“Oh, holy shit!” Eddie cried out and jumped onto Steve’s lap. Steve thankfully anticipated the move and was ready to hold his husband. “Why didn’t you say anything?!” Eddie exclaimed.

“I wanted it to be a surprise.” Steve laughed. Eddie pulled back and kissed him fiercely.

“Consider me surprised! This is the best Christmas ever!” Eddie said. But then he froze. “But what about Amelia?”

“What about her?” Steve asked.

“I don’t want her to feel like we love her any less, since there will be two babies in the house. That are biologically ours. Like...she’s our real daughter, I just don’t want her to be sad.” Eddie began to fret. The little crease between his eyes was getting deeper and deeper.

“She won’t be. And if she is, we’ll make sure she knows we don’t love her any less.” Steve said.

“Promise?” Eddie asked.

“Promise.”

tags

@katyawriteswhump

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[remtrack]

hello everyone!

i'd like to announce that i'm closing my drabble requests temporarily. for now, i'll only be opening drabble requests for those who are donating to this gaza fundraiser. just send me a proof of your donation and i'll prioritize your request. there are many other incredible authors who are participating in this as well!

please do consider donating, even a dollar counts! help spread the word around too 🍉

[lilac-hecox]

Another donation to Gaza and another flash fic this time for @yestomexicansalsa who requested Ian and Amanda! I ran with the idea of her audition and a sort of semi crush at first sight!

Amanda/Ian -Amandian - Audition

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Ian considers himself a professional. While he’s still getting used to the position of being the person in charge and making decisions, being a leader, he likes to think he is respectful to those who work for him and those he meets. He would never hire based off of just looks and especially because of someone he’s attracted to. He’s not that kind of boss. He doesn’t want Smosh to be that kind of company. All that being said. They call the name of the next audition to be a cast member on Smosh, and in walks a gorgeous woman. The kind of gorgeous that Ian notices right away.

She’s tall, very tall, even in flats. Her hair is long and dark, and her eyes are smoky, but bright as she smiles at Ian, and Kiana, and Sarah at the table.

“Hi, I’m Amanda Lehan-Canto,” The woman says, her voice rich as she meets their eyes.

Ian tries to school his face into something normal so he doesn’t come off as a freak upon their first meeting and scare Amanda out of here.

“Nice to meet you,” Sarah says sweetly, “We have some scenes we want to toss you and we just want to see you improve a little bit.”

Amanda nods, tucks a strand of dark hair behind her ear and she doesn’t look scared at all, instead, she looks ready, energized by the idea of a challenge, of showing off her skills. Sarah gives Amanda a scenario where she’s a PTA mom getting in an argument with another mom during a meeting.

“Ian, care to be the other mom?” Sarah asks.

Ian nods and then he’s opposite her and he’s used to comedy and improv, but he still feels rusty, still feels like he doesn’t really belong here anymore because he did improv with Anthony and now Anthony is gone, and Ian is here, and he wants to be funny and follow Amanda’s lead.

Turns out. She’s hilarious. Amanda is quick on her feet, and she comes with an improv comedy pedigree. Anything Sarah, or Kiana, or even Ian tosses at her, Amanda is able to find the humor and mold the scene to fit around her, her acting breathing life into the scenario.

Ian finds himself laughing. When’s the last time he even really laughed like this?

They pitch Amanda another sketch. She and Ian are two baristas working the counter at a coffee shop. Amanda puts on a voice and sinks into a character quickly, leading the scene and having Ian playing follow-up.

In their scene there is an angry customer and a boss who is wanting to fire Amanda’s character. Her eyes sparkle as she glances at Ian.

“You can’t fire me! I’m pregnant! Ian and I are having a baby!” Amanda says.

Sarah, acting as the boss, says, “Prove it,” through giggles.

Amanda looks between Sarah and then Ian and then her hand seeks out the collar of Ian’s sweater and she tugs him close, close enough to highlight their height difference. Close enough he can smell her perfume. Close enough that her hair brushes his cheek as she dips down to meet him and with zero fear or hesitation, she presses a kiss to his mouth.

Sarah hoots and claps and Ian is lost in the warm and innocent press of Amanda’s mouth against his. She doesn’t know him. He doesn’t know her, but he feels a spark zing up his spine. She’s fearless in a way that reminds him of when he was a teenager in Sacramento.

The kiss breaks and Amanda grins, squeezes his shoulder as Sarah and Kiana clap.

“I hope that wasn’t crossing a line?” she asks, her voice gentle as her eyes bashfully search Ian’s.

It takes all of Ian’s brain power to shake his head, to form coherent words.

“No, it was good, it was funny,” he stresses, “You don’t hold back, huh?”

“Anything for the joke,” Amanda says, as her hands fall away from Ian’s shoulders.

Ian would never admit it, but he misses the warmth of her touch as soon as it leaves him. He can taste her faint on his lips, a new sensation worming through his brain, mapping itself to him.

“Do you write too?” Ian asks.

For a moment, it’s as if the conversation is just them, and Sarah and Kiana don’t exist. Amanda’s eyes brighten and she smiles even wider.

“I do. I love to write.”

Ian looks at Sarah and Kiana, and his mind was long since made up, long before the kiss, and based on her skills, how funny she is. The kiss was a part of a bit, and nothing Ian will hold as an indication that hiring her means she’ll kiss him again, but he would be a fool to not hire Amanda, to not bring her on the team.

“I think you’d be a great fit,” Ian says.

“Really?” Amanda asks excitedly.

Sarah and Kiana are nodding.

“We have a few more auditions, but it’s safe to say we would love to bring you on board,” Sarah is saying.

Amanda smiles and then she hugs Ian before she slips away and her warmth is gone, and she goes and hugs Sarah and then Kiana. Ian watches her and he smiles, feels sure of his decision, feels like Smosh needs Amanda.

[acrylicqueen]

Hi guys!

I started a GoFundMe to help pay for my medical bills after my gallbladder removal surgery. Since I lost my job because of my inability to work, I've been struggling financially and mentally ever since this started back in February. I could use whatever help I can get, be it donations or simply sharing this post. 

Thank you so much! <3

[lovebugism]

in two days i will have been writing on here for one whole year. crazy how time isn't real

[the-mechanica]

Question

SO I know everyone is going through a rough spot, but my buddy who is a dad of 4 ND kids with one immune compromised (one from a previous relationship, one from his wife's previous relationship and two they had together) has a gofundme for his wife's kidney transplant. I have no money, so instead:

Any ship, any rating within a fandom I know: Apex Legends Dragon Age (all) Mass Effect (all) Final Fantasy 6 - 15 (not 14 or 16) Mind you, this is NOT ME ASKING PAYMENT FOR FANFIC. This is me offering you the gift of one drabble per donation to the gofundme. While donations in general would be welcome, I'm not providing the link to the gofundme until I can gauge interest for privacy reasons. If you can't you can't and I understand, thank you!

[bitter-post-millennial]

Hello, I hope my message finds you well Can you help me amplify my desperate plea to survive? I wish everyone who can support my family with $5, $10 or any amount they can donate or at least reblog My pinned blog 🙏🏻

My family needs you and depends on you to survive 🍉🍉

My pinned blog link

Thanks a lot 🌹🌹

New one. No idea if this one is better or not so be aware of that before donating if you can.

[caramelcreations]

Hey everyone! My name's Flynn and I'm making this post to ask for some help. I'm currently a college student working part-time and I'm running low on funds. I need to buy groceries soon, but most importantly some litter and food for my cat! The kofi can be found here and the paypal found here. Photos of my cat Misty can be found below the cut :)!!

I'm offering out drabble commissions as a service for any donation 5 USD or over! Drabbles are basically 100-300 word stories, very short hence the name drabble or micro. If you just want to donate with no compensation that's also okay but please specify that somewhere in your donation! If you can't donate please share this around. reblogs do a lot!

Update: Adding onto this to please ask for you to check out the reblogged version here with more information.

If you are interested in a larger commission I also do those here.

[yagirlkeira]

Save Mohammed ….

Hello, Please Help Me – My Son May Die at Any Moment. Donate or at Least Share This Appeal. I am in desperate need of your help. My son’s life is hanging by a thread, and he may not survive without urgent medical treatment. Time is running out, and we are facing a critical situation. I am asking for your generosity to help us save him – either through a donation or by sharing this urgent plea with others.

I beg you, kiss your feet, to help my son. My son may die at any moment

Donate now:👇👇 gofundme.com

gaza #free_palestine #Save_Mohammed #genocide

https://gofund.me/305028dd

Go donate !!!

[halinski]

Fundraiser by Cassy Fleming : Support Cassandra's Furry Friends

My friend is trying to help out some strays and could use some financial support. She's one of the kindest and most warm-hearted people I know, whom I met while I abroad and who's still there for me over 6 years later and half a globe away! She has house cats of her own and is trying to help some additional darlings 🙏

If you could share this around that would be great!! ❤❤

[urne-buriall]

Dreamy Drabble Prompt: Adventure

It was between them and the family adventure park, and on Dean to convince the financer, Rich, to fund the money-sink of a blind horse rescue.

After a tour of the farm they clustered around the kitchen table. Dean paged through budgets, blueprints of new outbuildings, program plans for some small revenue. Cas' knee knocked against Dean's to stop it bouncing.

Rich sat back, looking around with long consideration, then pinned his eyes on Dean and Cas.

"You're together," he said. So flat and plain that Dean struggled to respond.

Rich took out his chequebook. "My Dave just loves horses."

prompts :: spirit of the west

[savage-rhi]

✨🍵IT'S KO-FI TIME🍵✨

Throughout the coming weeks I will be giving my KoFi page updates and will begin utilizing the shop, commissions, and donation functions. I'll also start posting more on there once I reach a flow.

Tumblr will remain as my home base. I'm not leaving at all! I'd like to use Kofi as another creative outlet so I can invest more into creating and selling my work, and offer more options for followers that are primarily here for my writing.

I hope ya'll check it out and consider giving a follow! 💙

[maangoes]

https://www.tumblr.com/talanassar/751405591087513600/donate-to-help-my-sister-to-evacuate-for-life

‏I am Tala Nassar, currently in Rafah. We miraculously survived the attack, but my father is still missing. Please help us. Your donation might be our hope for survival.❤️🙏

of course. hey y'all, donate to tala's fundraiser if you can!! tumblr user nabulsi has chatted with them personally to verify it's legitimate, and i did a little search engine vetting myself.

they are extremely far from their goal, any small amounts help!! share if you can't donate.