#drabble game

[shirleycarlton]

100 word game

Thanks for the tag @lisbeth-kk and @totallysilvergirl!

Rules: Share a story that's 100 words or less.

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Sherlock, standing near the window: “Oh, hello, buddy.”

John, looking up from his newspaper, frowning: “Who are you talking to?”

Sherlock, ignoring John: “You’ve got a lovely little house there!”

John, frown deepening: “Are you deducing a prospective client? You can see what kind of house they have now, from the wrinkles in their sleeves or something?”

Sherlock, continuing to coo at the invisible addressee: “Oh, look at how smooth you are!”

“Seriously, Sherlock, what in the name of god are you on about?”

“It’s a snail, John. A beautiful specimen right in central London, slithering up our window pane.”

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Yay, I managed to write *100 words exactly* this time!

I love how little exercises like this one often manage to get me back into writing after long hiatuses. (In fact, it was a similar exercise - write a fic of exactly 1895 words - that got me into fic writing to begin with, back in 2013!!)

Tagging some of you who might like to give this a try too. No pressure, though!

@blogstandbygo @hubblegleeflower @alexaprilgarden @otter-von-bismarck @stellacartography @a-victorian-girl @shiplocks-of-love @lisbeth-kk @totallysilvergirl @mydogwatson @fluffbyday-smutbynight @amindamazed @vulgarweed @addictedstilltheaddict @ohlooktheresabee @pagimag @johnlockheartor @justanobsessedpan @inevitably-johnlocked @iamjohnlocked4life @calaisreno @raina-at

[mediumgayitalian]

Drabble challenge #99

99. "How could you forget your son's birthday?"

"How could you forget your son's birthday?"

"Will, oh my gods."

Bright blue eyes flash with mischief -- that, at least, he will never be able to control -- but Will wrangles the rest of his face, keeping the furrowed brows, the trembling little pout.

"He's your blood," Will insists, sniffling a little for dramatic effect. "And you have cast him aside!"

Nico stares at the stupid little jar, cradled more gently in Will's hands than Nico was cradled last week, with a stab wound ("Stop getting injured doing stupid shit and I will be gentler when I heal you." "This is a violation of the HIPAA --"). He sighs.

"Will. Put my appendix away. I hate that you still have that."

"You said I could keep it!"

"I did," Nico says fondly, exasperated. He flicks Will's forehead and snaps his hand back before his freak of a boyfriend can bite him. "You weirdo."

[yiiiiiiiikes25]

interior

i shouldn’t be rewarding this behavior

INT. GRIMMAULD KITCHEN—NIGHT—SAMHAIN: A grand and rough-hewn kitchen table overflows with paper detritus: mail, curled yellow scrolls, takeaway coffee cups, grease-splotched chicken shop combo boxes. From a chair, HARRY POTTER (mid 40s, bedraggled, Master of Death) smokes a cigarette and twists a glowing Rubik’s cube sort of object without looking; by the hob, with each flick of the cube, a shuddering green-white figure cycles through haircuts, scowls, ages, robes and running shorts and elegant wingtips. Harry settles on a tall twunky buzzcut in a very good suit and squeezes the cube to bring the figure to full, breathing color. DRACO MALFOY (late 20s, resentful) grimaces and wipes a smudge from the hob’s steel dial, then clicks a button on his watch.

DRACO

Eighteen minutes of resurrection. This one again? Fifth year in a row. Are you lazy or are you a pervert?

Harry stares, impassive, then stands and crosses to nearly nose at Draco’s pulse, which flutters like that of any man in his prime. They don’t touch; Harry doesn’t bother with more than a rasp.

HARRY

Still doesn’t smell like you.

Draco is still, other than the slow close of his eyes. After a long moment:

DRACO

Nut up and draw the sigil, Potter, we’ve work to do. Seventeen minutes and fifteen seconds.

[namfinessed]

drabble game (dialogue prompt. 9)

prompt - "i just want you." for kim namjoon (1.4k wc)

requested by @travelgurrl

drabble masterlist masterlist prompt list!

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namjoon was a decorated writer, producer, celebrity, in every way, his life was as set as it could be but namjoon couldn't love, he couldn't love properly, he couldn't love the way the movies make it seem so easy, he loves but he loves in his way.

he feels the burn of your stare, his earphones press his head in, his laptop screen flashes on his face but namjoon types away, works away, and refuses to look at the tears in your eyes.

"so, you're okay with this?" he ignores the tug in his chest, he nods at the bags you've lined up near the door, this is for the better, this is for the best.

"you should go," he whispers and you let out a shaky sigh, "are you going to let everyone in your life go?"

"no, but i'm letting you go," he doesn't turn to you, namjoon doesn't dare to look at you because if he does, he would be begging on his knees for you to never leave.

so, he only watches from his periphery when you purse your lips, he only watches when you kiss his temple, when you whisper goodbye, and namjoon gets up from his seat when you're gone.

this was it.

the end.

the beginning.

the- whatever the fuck it was.

he's done the right thing.

you deserve a gentle love, you deserve a love that feels like a hug, not like a choke, and he knows that even if he tries, he can never be that.

he was going to let you go and he was going to respect you walking away.

"hello?" namjoon answers his loud phone mindlessly, "um- so, this is awkward but i left my sunglasses in the guest room, can you bring it up to my hotel later tonight?"

namjoon almost laughs at himself, he was preparing himself for a lifetime without your voice and face but he would be seeing you in a couple hours.

"of course."

and the call ends, namjoon's heart grows giddy.

he's let you go but he's always going to want to see your face.

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when the time nears, namjoon walks into his guest room, it was a modest room, nothing too special, nothing too big but comfortable.

he sighs when the pillows you've forced him to buy over the years, decorate the bed, he also sighs at the wallpaper you chose and oh, there it is, the lamp you chose.

he guesses that the room was maybe a bit more special than he'd believed, the only evidence left in his life that you were present in it.

he will change everything later.

and as he digs through the closet, he finds your lipstick at the corner, he grabs it too, then your moisturiser, he rolls his eyes as he collects each and everything you've left behind.

each item fills him with grief, he grips them tighter than he should, he's not ashamed to admit that he sniffed a hoodie you stuffed in there.

namjoon isn't a loser, he is just a pathetic mess sometimes, he can't help it, even the genius of the music industry had his moments.

but he reminded himself, you would always want more than what he could give and he would always hate himself for it so, he soldiers on, he takes everything into covers, texts you for your hotel and gets into a cab without letting another thought enter his mind.

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walking up to your hotel room felt daunting, a task he couldn't finish and simply come back from, a moment that would bury him further into the hatred he held for himself.

he debates in front of your room.

he could leave.

tell you that he would deliver it through some service.

he could never see you again.

make this easier for him.

but his feet weren't on the same page, they stayed glued onto the carpet which suddenly felt like hot stones and he shakes his head.

this was for you.

and he would do anything for you, even hate and throw himself away.

so, he rings the bell, there was no going back.

and you open, as if you were waiting by the door, he sucks in a breath and forces a smile onto his face.

you only stare back at him and his feet shift, "got your glasses," he waves the box in his hand, "and a bunch of other things," he laughs awkwardly, lifting the other packet in his hands and you pull the door open with no words.

namjoon clears his throat and his fingers itch on the side of his body but he can't touch you, he can't satiate the itch, he can't ignore it so he walks into the room, leaving his mind out of it.

"nice room," he says, then curses himself for being so weird, you nod at him and he places your belongings on top of your bed.

you walk over to the packets and start looking through them, namjoon looks away when your chin starts shaking.

"why?"

he looks at you, eyebrows pinching, "hm?"

"why are you doing this to me?" you turn around with bloodshot eyes and namjoon looks away once again from the misery swimming in them.

"fucking look at me, namjoon!" he shakes his head, staring instead at the fading wallpaper of the room and he's yanked forward by your hands on the collar of his shirt.

he still looks down, his body burns where you touch him but he doesn't let his eyes meet yours.

namjoon thinks he knows what comes next.

a slap.

a curse.

a pain he might never recover from.

so, he waits for his world to crumble again, to crash again, he waits for the trainwreck balancing his life.

but you drop your arms, only to wrap them around his torso, pressing yourself against his body in a desperate way and namjoon is stunned to silence.

and your tears fall, he feels them on his t-shirt, then on his skin and he blinks back his own watery eyes.

"why are you doing this, namjoon?" he doesn't say a word.

"do you hate me that much?"

the question gives him whiplash.

"what?"

"you have to hate me if you let me go this way," and he chokes.

"i could never hate you, y/n, you know that, please don't-"

"then, why are you doing this?" you whisper and your voice is so fragile, so delicate, so much like breaking glass and he sighs.

"please tell me and then let me go, i deserve to know, namjoon, you know that too."

he bites his lip and wraps his hanging arms over your body, his spine shivers when he finally lets himself hold you.

"i can't be everything you deserve," namjoon sighs out, his voice already breaking, and his heart tears open from his chest to tell you, "i'll always fall short, i'll always hold you back from what you deserve, y-you deserve a love that isn't so hard, a love that doesn't require so many sacrfices, i can never give you what you deserve."

your arms weaken around him and he accepts his reality.

you would finally see what he's been seeing since he's fallen for you.

"i don't want an easy love." you stare straight at him and he shakes his head, "you're only saying that now-"

"let me finish," and namjoon shuts up.

"i don't want an easy love, i don't want a love that doesn't need sacrifice," you suck in a breath, "i just want you,"' namjoon's feet sway, "i just want you and whatever love comes with you."

namjoon wants to believe it.

he wants to believe that someone could love him like that.

but.

"you don't mean that," he shakes his head again and you cup your palm onto his mouth, "you're not a mind reader, namjoon, you don't know everything, do you love me?" your eyes shine with unshed tears and he points at the hand covering his face.

you sheepishly remove it, "i do."

"i do too, do you want me in your life?"

"i'll always do." his stomach bottoms as the reality of a life without you flashes in his eyes.

he doesn't like that life.

"great, now help me pack this stuff, we have to go back home," you wipe your tears away and namjoon stays stuck on the carpet which was soft now, which was a cloud now.

at the other end of the hotel room, namjoon's hand falls on yours as you lock it and you look at him.

he looks back.

"i love you, i really do."

and his eyes on yours melts you, "me too, let's go home."

maybe namjoon would take time to fully accept your love, but for tonight, for now, he will let himself be loved.

[grossdyke]

bartylus and 35

thank you!!!

— bartylus, filthy

Barty likes him best like this, Regulus knows. He likes it when Regulus has a boyfriend, likes knowing that it doesn’t matter. Regulus’ dating life is foreplay at this point, a game.

Regulus would be lying if he said he didn’t like it, too. It makes Barty feral, desperate for him like a dog. Regulus can’t be blamed for taking advantage, for wanting to be wanted.

Regulus is typically an only in the bedroom type of bloke, kind of a prude. He doesn’t do PDA, gets pissy when his boyfriends tries to kiss him in public.

He’s currently on his knees in a dingy bathroom stall, in a bar he normally wouldn’t put his foot in. Barty stole his phone, told him his boyfriend keeps calling.

”Does he know how fucking filthy you are, huh?” he says, ”maybe i’ll pick up and tell him.”

[gayferrari]

21 + chewie pls <3

omegaverse AU

Charles gulps down the whole drink, for courage.

“Here’s the thing. I don’t want to have a baby—not now, anyway. But it’s in my contract that I… try.” He looks Lewis in the eye. “I told John I choose you.”

He prays that Lewis will understand. If he gets pregnant now, there’s no guarantee he’ll get his seat back at the end of it. But if he doesn’t even try…

“To be clear. Are you asking me to lie to Ferrari?”

Charles waves it away. “Oh, no. We’ll be trying for a baby. We will be trying very hard.”

[ninzied]

oceans

single sentence drabble sunday monday

Henry’s body moves above him like the tide— cresting and falling while their hips come together, while sound and breath break apart in between them, while their kisses do the same; and Henry is soft in that dip of his waist where Alex’s hands were always fated to go, but he’s hard other places, as is the way of oceans and tides— and he is there, and he is everywhere, Alex pulling them skin-to-skin, seeing nothing but blue, breathing nothing but Henry, basking in the gold morning glow of his hair as another cloud parts from Henry’s palace bedroom window.

thank you for the tags @kiwiana-writes @onthewaytosomewhere and @porcelainmortal

and thank you for the sunday tags @cha-melodius @wordsofhoneydew @eusuntgratie @indestructibleheart! also taking the open tag from @rmd-writes (thank you for this drabble game, i loved it a lot)

tagging: @anchoredarchangel @anincompletelist @blueeyedgrlwrites @carrythesky @celeritas2997

@cricketnationrise @firenati0n @garglyswoof @getmehighonmagic @hgejfmw-hgejhsf

@maxbegone @myheartalivewrites @piratefalls @sparklepocalypse @stereopticons

@theprinceandagcd (and all my other sunday friends above if you haven’t done this and would like to!)

[queenofhearts7378]

Reunion 🥺👉👈

(This is probably not what you're expecting, but the idea hit me and now I'm rolling with it)

Randy was currently napping on Adrien's couch. That, in itself, was nothing special. He napped on his couch all the time.

The same way he napped on Howard's couch, and Danny's beanbags, and Jake's futon. He napped in all of his friend's houses whenever he could.

Naps with your friends were nice.

But this was the first time in a month anybody had been able to get over to Adrien's. Even their video chats with him had been sparse, Adrien only checking in once a week to prove he was still alive, and looking more and more frazzled each time.

And while the rest of them understood, it kinda sucked hanging on the sidelines.

But things had started calming down on Adrien's end, meaning he was looking less like he was about to cry at any given moment, so Randy had taken the initiative to pop over and hang out for a while.

Aka, he was napping until Adrien got back from whatever it was that models actually do after school. 

He was woken from his nap by the sound of the door quietly shutting. There was silence for a moment, before some quiet steps accompanied by the soft jangle of some bracelets started walking towards the other side of the room.

Randy frowned as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes. Adrien wasn't one to be quiet in his room, usually throwing himself onto the nearest flat surface with a dramatic groan and whining to his kwami. He talked to himself and Plagg to fill the silence all the time. It was one of the reasons Randy, Jake, and Danny found every excuse to come over.

He heard the person sneak across the carpet, over to where Adrien's desk was. Randy was still laying down on the couch, hidden from view, but he sat up when he heard papers rustling and some drawers being opened. Was Adrien being robbed right now? Was that what was happening?

He watched the girl for a moment, only her back visible from where she was digging through one of the desk drawers.

If his friend was being robbed by a weird fangirl, he should probably intervene right?

“Um?”

The girl jumped about a foot in the air, whirling to see Randy staring at her from behind the couch. Talk about getting caught with your hand in the cookie jar.

She blinked at him for a minute before loudly exclaiming, “Oh! I didn't know Adrien had….a friend over!”

Man, talk about sus. Could she sound any more sketchy?

“He invited me for a sleepover.” Randy lied. Not that he'd be opposed to a sleepover. He was a ninja, he could sneak out before any staff caught him.

It was just….something about her sent all his alarm bells ringing. He wasn't always the best judge of character, but this girl?

She giggled, twirling her hair like she wasn't just caught rifling through a desk. “And does Gabriel know you're here?” She said, putting a weird emphasis on his name.

“Uh, yeah?” Randy said in his best ‘duh’ voice. “I came through the front door.”

Also a lie. While Randy was one of the few friends that could actually get permission to be over (thank you rich parents), he tended to just sneak in and out anyways. It was just so much easier.

Randy climbed up to perch on the back of the couch. Her face twitched as she gave him a once over, staring at his shirt and gripping her phone so tightly that Randy was pretty sure the case started to crack.

She was reminding him of MacAntfee. And any comparison to that fake, lying, power-hungry poser was not a good sign.

They were interrupted by Adrien coming into the room, and collapsing against the door, groaning loudly as his bags slid off his shoulders.

“Rough day Kitten?” Randy asked.

Adrien startled at his voice, before grinning brightly and rushing over to hug his friend. “Randy!”

Randy laughed, “Missed you too!”

And of course their reunion was immediately ruined by the creepy maybe-thief fangirl.

“Adrien!”

He tensed in Randy's arms, before visibly putting on his Model Face and turning to the intruder. Randy grabbed his wrist in silent support.

“Lila. What are you doing here?”

She giggled again, sashaying closer to them. “Ohhh, my tinnitus was acting up so Ms. Bustier sent me home early! I needed the notes from our last class and since we're so close I thought I could borrow them from you!”

Adrien grimaced, “I missed the last few classes of the day because of a shoot. Nino is sending me the notes. You would've had better luck asking Max or Alya.”

She smirked, “I'll be sure to do that. But aren't you gonna introduce me to your friend? I wasn't aware you were allowed company over?”

Oh Randy had a terrible idea.

Randy threw on a bright grin, “I'm Randy! Adrien's boyfriend.”

Dead silence. Although Randy was pretty sure he could hear Plagg quietly snickering from Adrien's pockets.

Lila had a gobsmacked look on her face, and while Adrien was very clearly confused, he just nodded and smiled. “Yeah. My boyfriend. Randy. From America.”

He walked over to a sputtering Lila and started herding her towards the door. “Anyways we were gonna hang out so nice to see you, please stay out of my room, I'll see you at school, bye!”

He shoved the door shut before hitting his head on it with a solid ‘thunk’. Plagg flew out of his shirt, cackling.

Adrien looked back at his sheepish friend. “My boyfriend? Really?”

Randy threw his arms up in that air, “She was so sketchy! I panicked!”

Adrien started laughing. “Danny is gonna be so mad he missed his chance.”

“He can have a turn later.”

He just shook his head, throwing his bag towards his desk,not really caring about the small mess he made as it spilled out. “I'm going to have to call Nino now and tell him we're fake dating.”

Randy winked, “Remember rule one of the fake dating trope! You absolutely, under no circumstances, are allowed to fall in love with me.”

Adrien pushed his face back till he flopped back over the couch with a yelp. “Yeah no worries about that.”

“Rude!”

[pepperycar]

Hey there! Since you're taking asks for the emoji writer game, how about 🩸 for the brothers? 🥰

Patching up a wound 🩸

@silenzahra when you’re ready.

Mario should’ve been home by now.

Luigi was getting worried, Peach had asked Mario to scout out part of the mushroom forest so that the Toads could build a new path making easier access to their (soon to be visiting) SarrasahLand allies. Luigi and Mario both knew Bowser had escaped recently but Mario assured him that he’d be fine. He promised he would have a mushroom on hand just in case and Peach’s guards were in the town area 24/7.

Luigi still didn’t like that it was gone past midnight and still no sign of Mario’s return. Luigi knew he wouldn’t be able to sleep so he just kept himself occupied for the time being. He cleaned the house (twice) made their beds, sorted their stuff, moved a few leftover boxes from their move, made himself a cup of tea, then finally sat on the couch to play some Animal crossing on their GameCube, Luigi was always better at puzzle/rpg games than Mario’s platformers and fighting games.

The sun was rising when he heard the door finally knock. He sprung to his feet getting a bit dizzy from how tired he was, threw down his controller and ran for the door. Luigi gasped. He was surprised and shocked to see Peach, Toad and Mario at the door with Mario looking a tired, sorry state, his face covered in cuts and bruises, a black eye and some ripped, dirty clothes. Peach was holding Mario over her shoulder, Toad on his right letting him use his big mushroom head for support. Before Luigi could speak, Peach spoke up. “I know it’s early Luigi but- Mario asked us to drop him off here. He said he left his house key with you.” Peach waited as she saw Luigi processing all of this. Like she and Toad could read his mind, they both answered “he’s okay.”

“He-he’s alright” Peach continued “He- He refuses to get medical attention from the castle’s hospital wing and keeps assuring us that he’s fine!” “He uh, kept asking for us to bring him straight here. Said he really needed to see you?” Toad added. Luigi seemed to snap out of his thoughts as he quickly straightened and ushered the three of them in. “Y- yeah okay.. come on in and make yourselves comfortable..” Luigi offered. Peach set Mario down on the couch and Toad helped pull his legs up onto the foot rest.

Luigi went to make them tea but Peach stopped him. “It’s nice of you to offer Luigi.. but me and Toad have a meeting to attend to at the Castle I’m afraid.” “And I’ve got an angry Koopa King to guard!” Toad added with a smirk as he whipped out his frying pan like a weapon. Luigi turned to look at Toad. “You guys caught him?!” Luigi asked hopefully. “Yes we did! All thanks to Mario and the Princess!” He smiled. Peach smiled too. “It was Mario who did all the real work.”

Luigi opened the door for them. After peach told him to come up to the castle right away in case they needed anything, Luigi nodded, waved goodbye and as soon as the door was fully closed he bolted to Mario’s side. He finally let out an annoyed groan as he took Mario’s hand in his. “Any new villagers?” Mario asked with a scoff. Luigi looked up confused only to remember his game of Animal Crossing was still on. He rolled his eyes, grabbed the remote and turned the tv off before giving Mario’s hand a hard squeeze. Mario groaned from the pain. “Did that hurt?” Asked Luigi. YES!” Mario yelled. His voice sounding tired and his eyes appearing more droopy. “Good!” Luigi yelled back. “I need you to focus and take this seriously!”

Luigi left through the kitchen and came back with a bowl of water, first aid kit, Clean pyjamas and a green cloth. He put the bowl to the side before wringing out the cloth and removing Mario’s hat to start cleaning off the dirt and cuts on his face. Mario hissed in pain and Luigi did his best to ignore it. “I’m Sorry it hurts but you did this to yourself, you let this happen!” He said like an annoyed parent. “It’s fine, Lu. I’m okay..” Mario said nearly slurring his words together from how tired he was. Luigi sighed before helping Mario pull off his shirt. He hissed in sympathy when he saw a claw gash across his middle, with smaller cuts littered all over his torso, his chest looked bruised and each breath he took seemed to take effort.

Luigi didn’t realise he’d started crying until he felt Mario cup his cheek and thumb away his tears. Luigi tried to ignore it and helped Mario put his pyjama top on. He was cleaning out the dirt, puss and cuts on his legs when Mario finally spoke again. “Weegee?” Luigi ignored him and shook the pyjama bottoms to signal to Mario to put his legs through. Mario pulled up the pants, wincing in pain slightly as he sat back down. He saw Luigi staring into space. “Luigi.” He said more firmly. “Lu.” That did it. Luigi finally looked up, he looked like he was fighting tears and he took quick huffy breaths while trying not to make eye contact.

“You could have died..” Luigi muttered.

“What?”

“You could have DIED!!” Luigi snapped. “This isn’t a game Mario! Why didn’t you go to the castle?! Or the hospital or-or somewhere closer than me?! You know healthcare is free here right? Why did you come to me?!”

“A. Because no one can do it better than you Lu, and you know how to comfort me and won’t judge me for hurting-“

“But they wouldn’t judge-“ Luigi tried to interrupt. “And B!” Mario said loudly before continuing “I wanted to make sure you were okay.” Luigi looked up confused, only to be more confused as he felt Mario trap him in a desperate hug. “When.. I was helping the Princess and Toad fight Bowser.. I was ready to pass out afterwards because everything hurt so badly. I could trust that Peach and Toad could get me help in time. But then Bowser said-“ he then started crying, a little, then full on sobbing, pressing his face into Luigi’s shoulder and sniffling.

“Bow-Bowser said that.. that he had planned for this, so when I got home I’d have a nasty surprise. That while he distracted me.. he’d sent Kamek to h-hurt you! I didn’t want to believe him but.. the thought that you could be hurt or-or worse! That you could be-“ he didn’t allow himself to finish that sentence, instead he lowered his head and pressed his ear to Luigi’s chest, hearing the now accelerated heartbeat. After a few beats, Mario calmed down enough to continue. “I had to know that you were okay, I just had to see you as soon as possible because I knew I wouldn’t be able to rest until a saw that he was lying..”

Luigi went to speak but Mario continued. “I know you’re fully capable of looking after yourself but.. I just-I just can’t help but worry.. I couldn’t help but think you got hurt again or-or died-“ he shuddered and snuggled closer. “Because I went off to play hero again! I know I’m in pain, probably got a few bruised ribs.” He scoffed, though it didn’t sound like a real laugh. “But honestly Lu? Knowing I could potentially loose you? All from just ONE of my reckless actions and decisions.. hurt me inside way more then ANY broken bone or scar could give me.. I was so scared Lu, I really was. I know now that you’re fine, you’re safe. But I still don’t think I can let myself sleep yet.. just stay with me a few more minutes? Please?”

Luigi sighed. He couldn’t argue with Mario, not after that. He’d have a long talk with him later but for now, he’d let it slide, just this once. Not saying anything, he scooped up Mario bridal style before bringing him to their bedroom and getting under the covers with him. Mario snuggled closer to his chest and Luigi started running his fingers through his hair. Now Mario looked relaxed, his eyelids getting droopy, but before he nodded off he said “you’re great at patching me up after a fight.. But I don’t think you’d be able to patch up this old wound.” He said pointing to his heart. “I don’t think I’d ever recover if my heart got broken from loosing you Lu.. the strongest bandage, tape or super glue wouldn’t be able to hold it together, let alone fix it.. I love you Lu.. and I need you..”

Luigi let out a sigh before giving Mario. A grateful but sad smile. He rested his head on Mario’s while gently rubbing his back and whispering “I love you too Mario. You’re the hero I needed but didn’t deserve..” he kissed the crown of his head and finally let himself relax. He felt Mario snuggle closer and squeezed him tighter as Luigi let himself drift off to sleep.

“G’night Mario.. we’ll talk about this in the morning.”

@vulpixfairy1985 @bberetd @peaches2217 @itsavee4117 @roscolate @rainbogen @pianokantzart and anyone else who might be interested!

[novashelby]

DRABBLE GAME: FEMALE ADDITION

It's that time again for another drabble game. :) you just send or comment a variation of the below, and I will write a drabble.

First: pick a letter A-I

Second: Smut, angst, fluff

Third: 1, 2, or 3

Lastly: Red, orange, green, blue

I wanna write some lesbian drabbles.

[prismatica-the-strange]

Can I pleeeease get som domestic asks/drabble prompts for Athos, Amélia, and Celine?

Either father/daughter, mother/daughter, or all three of them?

I'm genuinely so in love and obsessed with him and need asks!

[yiiiiiiiikes25]

drarry: lipstick

In the end it was Pansy's fault. Or the fault of Pansy's fourth martini, after which she'd misjudged her exit bisou and smeared a stripe of Chanel Rouge Coco under Draco's cheekbone. Harry, dumb and jubilant with the holiday, had reached a thumb and said "Oy, Malfoy, you've--"

Nowhere to hide, after that--Draco'd caught his wrist but leaned with animal thoughtlessness into his outstretched palm, had given the game away before he'd realized it was afoot. An armslength away, then less, Harry started to grin.

[pars-ley]

Hi all, I would really appreciate it if you would send me an Ateez request pretty please 🥹 (thank you to @anyamaris and @sanjoongie for helping with this)

Rules:

- This is strictly for Ateez members only, as I would like to fill up my masterlist.

- Send me an ask or message with one member, one troupe/au and one prompt.

- Prompts can be chosen out of smut, angst or fluff, I will not combine these.

- I will only write each prompt once. As they get chosen I will cross them off. If I get any duplicates I will message you asking you to choose another prompt.

- If you ask for a smut prompt there will be smut in it, same with angst and fluff.

- If you have an ageless blog I will not write a request asking for a smut prompt.

- All requests must be for member x f.reader

Members:

- Hongjoong

- Seonghwa

- Wooyoung

- San

- Yeosang

- Mingi

- Yunho

- Junho

Troupes/au’s:

- Single dad

- Enemies to lovers

- Best friends to lovers

- Office

- Neighbours

- Personal assistant (member or reader)

- Idol

- Rockstar

- Mafia

- Ex-boyfriend

- Blind date

- Uni Professor

Smut prompts:

1. I love it when you beg, but have you been good enough, baby? Do you deserve it?

2. No, I want to hear it, tell me I'm better than him, tell me how good I make you feel.

3. Good girl, you're taking all of me so well, stay just like that.

4. Yea, you like that? You like me fucking you like I hate you?

5. Did I say you could touch me? Baby, you need to learn patience.

6. I can't take it anymore, I have to have you. Now.

7. You have no idea how long I've waited for this, you feel so good.

8. One more for me baby, come on, I've got you.

9. Let me show you what you mean to me, and you'll never want anyone else.

10. Turn around. Bad girls need to be punished.

Angst prompts:

12. I'm sick of waiting for you to decide what you want, I'm done.

11. Is it him or me? You need to make a choice.

13. Do you have any idea what you've put me through? No, of course you don't.

14. How could I have told you? You haven't been around!

15. You can't even admit to yourself how you feel, let alone tell me.

16. If you walk out of that door, I promise you, we're over.

17. Say that again, go on, I dare you.

18. If you think you can get what you want just like that, think again.

Fluff prompts:

19. I would do anything for you to look at me like that everyday.

20. I promise to be all you need and more for as long as you want me.

21. For as long as I live, you will always be the one I want.

22. How about we start over, because I'd really like to take you out on a date?

23. Tell me again? I need to hear it to make sure it's real.

24. From the moment we met I knew…I knew you were the one for me.

[grossdyke]

bella/whoever you like + crave?

it’s quillkiller summer so…. <3 (thank you!!!)

— quillkiller, crave

Bella watches Rita and she wants. She’s not supposed to want things. It never ends well, the Andy-shaped void a constant reminder. She’s a Black, the eldest daughter. Not heir, though, because she’s a girl. Despite being the oldest. Bella knows duty and was never taught to want, so she doesn’t know how to in moderation.

Rita wears a skirt and Bella feels like she’s suffocating, gaze lingering on delicate legs she wants wrapped around her neck. Rita licks her lips and Bella wants to bite them until they bleed. Wants the taste of blood against her tongue. Bella was never taught how to want, so she only knows how to crave.

[gayferrari]

20 + chewie pretty please :)

The way you flirt is shameful

On Thursday, after media, Silvia takes him aside with that look she always gets when she’s anticipating doing a whole lot of extra work.

“Charles. Listen. Could you tone it down a bit?”

Charles gives her the eyes. “Tone down what?”

It doesn’t work on Silvia, naturally. She just sighs. “The way you boys flirt is shameful. Try not to do it on camera, at least.”

Honestly, Charles didn’t mean anything by it. Just some fun to get through the drag of fanzones and interviews. But if Silvia had to come warn him off…

“Are you saying it is working?”

[croszukis]

sid/nick, rly do anything with it but i was thinking about them bumping into each other in mtl during the summer........

(okay this kinda failed the drabble assignment but it IS exactly 500 words at least)

Nick’s checked his hair and straightened his shirt too many times to count by the time he’s arrived in his rideshare. His teeth kept worrying his lower lip, completely erasing the lip balm he swiped on before leaving, making all his preparation worthless. But Nick sucks in a deep breath and forces himself to step through the door instead of hesitating outside of it. The door leading to a gay bar.

It’s his first ever time and as he steps into the dimly lit interior, already fairly packed with people on this random Friday night in June, Nick wonders if this was a mistake. He should’ve done this in some other city, maybe even somewhere abroad. But someone had told him it’d be chill, even in Montreal, that’s just how gay bars worked. You didn’t go and blab about who you saw there. 

It’s easier once Nick’s just another body in the crowd, guys bumping into him but clearly not paying any attention to him specifically, as he makes his way towards the bar. He collides with yet another body, but Nick can’t help notice how solid this one feels. He glances up, curious to see the face on this guy, and he almost recoils back in surprise when he recognizes them. 

“Sid?” 

Yeah, that’s definitely Sidney Crosby who smiles unabashedly back at him with a shrug. “Hey, Nick.” 

“What are you doing here?” He asks, his mouth fumbling over the words. 

“Same as you, I think.” Nick feels the heated weight of his gaze on him, nowhere else to look but at each other’s faces since they’re the same exact height. 

Nick bites his lip again, probably on the way to making them bleed. “I meant in Montreal, actually.” 

He sees Sid’s chuckle more than he can hear it, “Oh, I’m always here at some point during the summer.” 

Nick’s quiet for a moment, unsure of what to do with that information. That Sid apparently spent time in his city during the summer and spent it in gay bars. A gay bar that Nick happened to be in currently. 

Sid leans in closer, like he’s unsure if Nick had heard him before and is now making sure this isn’t lost to the pounding bass of the music. “Do you stay in the city for your summers too?” 

He’s close enough for Nick to catch a whiff of his spicy cologne, something he has never smelled while they were taking a face-off against each other. His throat is tight but his voice is steady when he chokes out, “Yeah, yeah, I’m here.” 

Sid’s smile is wide now, spreading across his face and showing all of his teeth, “Alright, good to know.” 

Nick wonders if he’s delusional or paranoid, or both, and making those words bigger than they are. But Sid reaches out, his hand sneaking to rest on Nick’s waist so a finger can brush the waistband of his pants and Nick doesn’t think this is an illusion at all.