#fi Drabble

[onsunnyside]

https://twitter.com/aesth_erotic/status/1591581608930263040?s=46&t=-bmeIbSIeguVL6YTkwXBKw

i feel like this is very much giving FI ari

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this is a spoiler for the fic 😳 smash or pass aftermath: (check the FI masterlist for the drabbles !! this is a continuation of movie night and while Ari is away)

Your cheeks go hot when he pulls your panties up and the wet cotton clings to your folds. It hurts a bit, but in a good way—the best way.

"Look how pretty you are, duck." He grunts, slowly dragging his cock along your clothed slit, trails of pre cum staining the soft blue. "Prettiest cunt I've ever seen."

"Th-Thank you..." Your eyes flutter shut as the fat tip nudges your swollen clit, "ah! Right there, that—that spot, please!"

"You know, the other guys wouldn't be as nice as me." Ari yanks the gusset to the side and spits down, his thick saliva lands on your petals, dribbling down to your tight hole. "But you must know that already, huh? You let Lloyd touch you here."

Your bottom lip wobbles, "I'm sorry, I-uh! We were watchin' videos and he—"

"Yeah, yeah, he told me." Ari hisses, "he showed you a few dirty videos," some step-siblings shit, the filthiest he could find, nasty words and scenarios, and messy creampies and facials. "And you liked them, duck. Didn't you?"

You gulp, staring up at him through teary eyes, "He said he wouldn't tell you."

Oh, dummy, dummy duck. "Don't you know not to believe a word that comes outta his mouth?"

AND IF I WERE TO SAY... THE FIRST CHAPTER IS PRACTICALLY DONE 🌚 AND SITTING IN MY GOOGLE DOCS... but we should finish Flamingo King before jumping into another au 🫡🫡

[the-cosmic-creature]

i think star trek will stay with me forever.

it has injected me with a permanent joy and whimsy and helped me unlearn shame/cringe culture. most importantly, it makes me see the good in humanity.

star trek has affected me in ways i never knew media could affect me. it keeps me optimistic about humanity’s future, and inspires me to do what is right no matter what. star trek makes me unashamed to be myself, however nerdy or silly I may be.

star trek is so important to me and i have a feeling it always will be.

[lemoncrushh]

My Home

Summary: You and Harry visit his family, but you have to stay in Gemma's room.

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1382

A/N: Another blurb from my 2016 collection. This was a request I believe. If reading about Harry's family is not your thing, pass on this one. It's really cute though.

Dinner was delicious. You adored Harry's family. You'd met them all before, but this was the first time he'd taken you to his mother's home for the weekend. You sat next to him at the table, Gemma across from you. The conversation had been light and amusing, and you felt his hand grab yours under the table, squeezing it gently.

"Another slice, dear?" Anne asked you, reaching for the cake she'd made.

"No, thank you," you shook your head, placing your free hand over your belly. "I'm completely stuffed. Everything was wonderful."

Anne smiled at you as she rose from her chair, taking her and Robin's plates.

"Oh let me help you, Mum," said Gemma.

"Me too," you voiced, pushing your chair back and standing.

You felt Harry's grip on your hand, so you looked down at him. He beamed up at you, making you melt. Releasing your hand from his, you patted his shoulder, dragging your fingers across his back as you took his plate and followed Anne and Gemma to the kitchen.

"So how is everything with you, Y/N?" Gemma asked when you set the dishes on the counter.

"Good!" you smiled with a nod. "Everything's great."

"You had a birthday not too long ago, correct?" inquired Anne.

"I did, it was nice," you blushed. "Harry took me to dinner and gave me this ring."

You nervously lifted your hand in a loose fist so the other two women could see the blue stone.

"That's lovely!" exclaimed Anne.

"I saw that when you came in," Gemma smirked. "I was wondering about that. My brother did a good job."

You felt your face get warmer as you swallowed, hugging your hand to your chest. Anne moved to grab the leftover food, but Gemma stopped her.

"Mum, you cooked all this. Let us clean up," she insisted.

Anne threw up her hands. "Who am I to argue?"

You grinned at her as she left the kitchen, headed to the living room. Then you turned on the faucet and started rinsing dishes, handing them to Gemma to place in the dishwasher.

"I'm glad it's going so well with you two," she said to you. "You make a cute couple."

"Thanks," you beamed.

"It's great to see my little brother so in love."

Your eyes about popped out of your head.

"What?" you asked incredulously.

Gemma glared at you. "You mean he hasn't said the L word yet?"

You blinked and shook your head. Harry was affectionate. He was attentive and caring. He was everything you ever wanted, if you were being honest. But neither of you had confessed love yet.

"Wow, I'm surprised," remarked Gemma. "It's so obvious."

You wanted to ask her what she meant or how she knew, but you were embarrassed. Biting your lip, you rinsed off the final plate, handing it to her.

"Don't worry," she leaned over and whispered. "He will."

Butterflies took up residence in your stomach for the rest of the evening. You sat next to Harry on the sofa while Anne poured wine for everyone. You watched the crackle of the fire as the glow bounced around the room. Harry placed his hand on your leg as he sipped his wine, occasionally eyeing you and sending chills throughout your body despite the warmth from the fire as well as the wine.

Finally after a pleasant conversation, Anne and Robin rose from their chairs, announcing their retirement for the evening. You stood as well, embracing them and saying goodnight.

"Gemma will show you to your room once you're ready for bed," Anne explained, kissing you on the cheek.

The three of you stayed up for at least another hour until Harry caught you yawning.

"Ready for bed?" he whispered in your ear, his breath tickling you.

You nodded, giving him a quick peck on the lips. You took Harry's outstretched hand and followed him and Gemma up the stairs. Harry frowned when you reached the landing and Gemma walked into one of the bedrooms with your suitcase.

"What are you doing?" he inquired, setting his own suitcase down.

"What do you mean?" asked Gemma as she stood in the doorway.

"That's your room."

"Yeah? So?" she shrugged.

"She's not staying with you," Harry argued.

Gemma chuckled, putting her hands on her hips. "And why not, little brother?"

Harry grimaced. "I hate it when you call me that in that condescending tone."

"This room has the extra bed, Harry," she stated. "Yours has one."

"I'm an adult," Harry raised his brows, making you stifle a giggle.

"But it's still Mum's house."

Looking up at Harry, you shrugged and followed Gemma to her room where your suitcase sat on one of the beds. You could hear him sigh and groan behind you in the doorway. You unzipped your suitcase, pulling out your pajamas and bag of toiletries. You turned for the hall, Harry blocking the way. His arms were crossed over his chest and his bottom lip stuck out.

"It's just for the weekend, Harry," you whispered, giving him a kiss on the cheek.

"I wanted you to stay with me," he pouted.

Your face lit up. "You're so cute." You kissed him on the nose. "It'll be alright. I promise. Now show me the way to the bathroom."

Finally letting you pass, Harry pointed across the hall where you went to change and brush your teeth. You could hear voices on the other side of the door, no doubt Harry and Gemma arguing about your sleeping arrangements. When you returned to Gemma's room, Harry was gone and Gemma was turning down the bed.

"You didn't have to do that," you told her.

"I know," she grinned at you, the same smile you often received from her brother. "Just want to make you feel comfortable."

"Thank you," you said shyly, dropping your dirty clothes next to your suitcase which now sat on the floor beside the bed.

"Harry wanted you to come say goodnight before you went to sleep," she gestured to the wall that was shared by his room.

You chuckled. "I'm sure he did."

Harry didn't see you at first as you stood in the doorway, admiring him as he sat on the bed and removed one of his boots.

"Hi there," you muttered.

He gazed up at you, reaching for his other boot.

"Hey," he said.

"Everything okay?" you asked, stepping further into the room.

He blinked. "No."

You couldn't help but laugh as you shut the door behind you and stood at the foot of the bed.

"Harry, I don't think it would be wise to sleep with you in your mother's house."

He rolled his eyes. "I'm not talking about sex, Y/N. I just wanted to be with you. To hold you."

You felt your own bottom lip protrude then. "That's sweet."

Harry held his hands out to take yours, his thumbs running across the backs of them as he looked up at you.

"This was the first time I was bringing you home. To my family home. And you're like my new home now and I love you..."

You gasped then at his last three words. It didn't go unnoticed as Harry glared at you.

"You do?"

A smile slowly spread across his face like he was proud of what he'd just admitted.

"Yeah," he declared softly. "I'm in love with you, Y/N."

"Harry..." you breathed, sitting on the bed next to him. In one quick motion, you wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him passionately.

"I'm in love with you, too," you murmured against his mouth.

You stayed in Harry's room for a long time, talking, cuddling and kissing, until you were yawning every two seconds and could barely keep your eyes open. After saying your twentieth goodnight, you returned next door to Gemma's room. It appeared she was already asleep in her bed, but she'd left the lamp on between you. With a sigh, you crawled under the covers and reached over to turn out the light.

"He said it, didn't he?" you heard her ask in the darkness.

"What?" you asked, surprised.

"He said he loves you," said Gemma.

You rolled over onto your back, smiling at the ceiling.

"Yes, he did."

"Told you."

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In which Tyrus and Astarion try something new in the bedroom. Explicit/18+.

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It took time, drawing out from Astarion what else he thought about alone. After their first few successful ventures back into sexual intimacy, Tyrus expected him to be excited about trying whatever else he’d been imagining—but Astarion seemed firm on sticking with what worked, when they did occasionally indulge.

That was, until one occasion after they’d already unclothed, when Astarion held Tyrus’s hands with both of his as his lips traveled down Tyrus’s neck. At first they just interlaced fingers, palms pressed together the same way the rest of their limbs and torsos were. But then the pressure increased. 

Astarion was pinning his wrists into the mattress, Tyrus realized.

Before he had time to process the feeling, Astarion’s lips paused. “Does this feel alright?” he whispered in a low, rough voice against Tyrus’s skin, before raising his head. “Holding you . . . down, like this?” His eyes were wide and dilated with arousal, and yet half-hidden by a concerned, furrowed brow.

Tyrus didn’t answer right away—though neither did he pull from Astarion’s grip. He squeezed Astarion’s hands in reassurance while he tried to assess his body, this position, and what, if anything, was happening in his head.

“It feels impractical, I suppose, if you still want to be using your hand for the rest of it,” he nodded down in the direction of Astarion’s erection.

Astarion’s worry faded into amused exasperation. “I’m restraining you, Tyrus. Please be serious.”

“I am,” Tyrus protested, even if he understood what Astarion was truly asking. He wiggled his wrists in Astarion’s grip—then shrugged. “I seem to be fine. Though, I don’t understand: why do it?” 

Even in the midst of asking, Tyrus watched how Astarion’s eyes slid away, his shoulders hunching up and his hands pulling out of Tyrus’s. Embarrassed about the answer—no, ashamed, Tyrus quickly gauged.

He managed to catch one of Astarion’s hands before it went far, at least. Then gave it a quick squeeze, pulling Astarion’s arm forward while he propped himself up on one elbow. 

“I don’t have to understand,” Tyrus corrected himself, before pressing a small kiss against the other man’s knuckles and then moving their hands back to the previous position. “If it’s something you wanted to try, I don’t think I’ll mind.”

Astarion blew out a breath. “You’re right that it’s a bit impractical to do for long, love, especially with just my hands,” he sighed around a small half-smile.

Tyrus did feel something then—a small swoop in his belly. Uncertainty, at the thought of something besides Astarion’s hands.

He was a mage of great power, well capable of defending himself, free of a master’s influence, and currently alone with the person he trusted most in this entire world. Still, the thought of allowing rope or worse, cuffs around his wrists, in a sexual context no less, after the experiences of his first winter ball . . .

If he did ever try such a thing willingly, Tyrus already knew he would feel more vulnerable than he ever could with a thousand Dark Justiciars at his back.

He blinked, realizing Astarion was watching his reaction with sharp, inquisitive eyes. Tyrus had no idea what expression had taken over his face, but tried now to give a reassuring smile. “You could . . . hold them with one hand?” he offered, moving Astarion’s hand then to meet both of his own in between them. 

Astarion’s pale face colored, ever-so-slightly, and Tyrus felt some satisfaction knowing it was thanks to him twice over. “Well. Perhaps the delicate shape of those wrists are good for something besides fancy spellcasting,” Astarion said—very careful in starting to wrap his forefinger and thumb around Tyrus’s wrists, despite the flippancy of his tone.

It didn’t mean much to Tyrus, at first, as Astarion used his free hand to spread more oil on his erection and then in the intimate crease of Tyrus’s inner legs. It was the same as what they’d done the last two times before, save he was left to watch and stay pliant while Astarion slung Tyrus’s legs over his free arm, then slot his cock into the tight seam of Tyrus’s thighs.

Then Astarion moved Tyrus’s captured wrists up, past his chest and face—holding them down into the pillow just above Tyrus’s head.

Tyrus felt another swoop in his belly as Astarion went back to kissing at his neck and nipping his earlobe, holding him so securely and confined while his hips moved. This time the feeling was harder to define: still uncertainty, but something more complicated, too.

Strangely, it was easier to just focus on tactile sensation instead—Tyrus was only half-hard at the moment, but whenever the head of Astarion’s cock rubbed just so against the slippery oiled skin behind his balls, he could feel arousal tightening in his groin. This time even more so, considering Tyrus could do nothing with himself at the moment but lie there and feel.

Astarion’s words were his only distraction, though they fueled Tyrus’s arousal in a different way; murmuring things like, “I have all of you now, don’t I?” and “Taking it so beautifully, darling,” and “All mine,” as he began moving faster.

Tyrus hadn’t bothered having an orgasm since their last night before Cazador’s death. Now he could feel his body building up to something like one, with the combination of feeling Astarion so enthusiastic and aroused above him, the perineum massage from Astarion’s cock spreading a deep, pulsing pleasure within him, and the inability to do anything but take it with his hands pinned above him.

“Astarion,” Tyrus gasped after a few minutes, though he was too overwhelmed to say more. To even translate what he was feeling into words and needs, even as he felt tears pricking the corners of his eyes.

Astarion quickly came to a stop. “Too much?” he murmured in Tyrus’s ear, the ring of his fingers loosening around Tyrus’s wrists.

Tyrus shook his head. “Just . . . just, so much,” he sighed, before instinctively making what little movement he still could: undulating his hips against Astarion’s cock snug between them. 

Astarion sucked in a hitched breath at the feeling. “Gods, you’ll be the death of me,” he half-groaned, half-laughed, before holding Tyrus tight and moving his hips again.

It was a deeper, slower build up than Tyrus was used to, his cock leaking over and over despite the fact it hadn't grown full mast. All of this felt so contradictory—being so helpless, yet so entirely taken care of. And when the pleasure did come to a peak, it was all-consuming and yet left him just as aroused as before.

“Astarion, please,” Tyrus begged after that point in a high, breathless voice, still unsure what he was asking for. “Please, please.”

Clarification apparently wasn’t needed. A dark fire lit up in Astarion’s eyes at Tyrus’s words—he thrust sharp and fast, eased further by the mess Tyrus had made, then let out a desperate moan as he found his own release.

He barely had to do more than touch Tyrus’s leaking erection, afterward, before Tyrus joined for an uncanny second time.

This time, Tyrus did feel his body come down from it, though his mind was left both a bit floaty and confused. Nowhere close to the overwhelm and devastation of his first few experiences with sex—though maybe it would have descended into that, if not for how carefully Astarion treated him once it was over. 

After cleaning their bodies quickly with Prestidigitation, he slowly released Tyrus’s wrists, bringing them up to massage and kiss one by one. “You did so well, love,” he murmured while smoothing Tyrus’s hair, pressing his lips to the corners of Tyrus's drying eyes, positioning Tyrus's legs more comfortably when Tyrus didn’t have the frame of mind to do it for himself.

Next, Astarion used the same spell to warm the huge, knitted blanket Cynda had given them and cocooned it around the both of them, pulling Tyrus at last into his arms. Stroking a hand up and down Tyrus’s spine, kissing the crown of his head, before whispering, “Thank you.”

Tyrus’s thoughts had slowly, gently cleared through the process—and though his mind still felt a bit tender after such a strangely intense experience, he also felt a wonderful, blossoming warmth in his chest, more lovely than any of the previous sensations combined.

“I trust you,” he said back in a soft voice, smiling when Astarion’s arms squeezed around him just a bit tighter in response.

-

Later, he leaned back and said, “So . . . you like hearing me say, ‘Please,’ hm?” 

He couldn’t help but giggle when Astarion only huffed, buried his face abashedly in Tyrus’s hair, and made no answer.

[injuries-in-dust]

Username: Hugh Mann

Question: Human enrichment.

Hello fellow humans. I am also a human who has recently acquired new human friends through legitimate means that do not need to be reported to the galactic planetary authorities.

My new human friends and I are having fun travelling in my ship vehicle across the galaxy world. They enjoy their enclosure rooms own areas of the vehicle but are also given the ability to move about the ship vehicle as they like now the quarantine is complete.

However the journey between systems cities can be quite long in some places even at hyperspeeds using highways, and my human friends can become quite frustrated being stuck within the confines of the ship vehicle for these lengths of time.

They call it boredom which I am told I know is a perfectly normal human reaction to a lack of stimulation.

What nice and normal human enrichment activities can you suggest that I and my fellow humans can engage in for their our collective mental health and wellbeing?

Preferable activities which can keep them busy for long periods of time.

Please hurry. They are growing curious to see how the engines work.

[laurasimonsdaughter]

The interplanetary vessel was small and simplistic compared to those intended to jump between solar systems. It made the journey strangely restful, even the control room was quiet, without even a single beep from the radar.

Until it wasn't.

“THREAT ASSESSMENT: YELLOW”

The navigator scrambled upright in their chair as the captain slammed the alert button on her console. “What—”

“THREAT ASSESSMENT: ORANGE”

“Status report,” the captain demanded, tapping the ship’s security system to no avail. “What’s going on, Ship?”

“THREAT ASSESSMENT: ORANGE”

Beside them the radar gave a sudden beep.

“What in the depths is that?” the navigator snapped, staring at the monitor.

The captain had swiveled in her chair, checking the ship’s security monitor by force of habit before shifting her focus to the report produced by the radar. She froze. “That’s a ship.”

“It can’t be! There isn’t a single flight scheduled here, and any emergency travel would have signaled ahead.”

“Well, that’s the signature of a medium sized interplanetary vessel,” the captain bit back. “And I’m getting no—”

“CALCULATING COURSE CORRECTION”

The ship jerked and several warning lights gave a startled flash as the navigator let out a cry of surprise and reached for the manual override.

“Leave it!” the captain ordered.

“It’s trying to change our course!”

“Let it!”

The navigator stood by, staring in bewilderment as the captain pulled up the ship’s new route on the main monitor. It was only a slight correction, a minute diversion. Away from the unidentified object still pinging on their radar, that seemed almost to be taking a parallel course.

“They say there was a crew that had to evacuate and abandon their transport on a journey like this, some fifty years ago,” the captain said suddenly. “Their ship got caught in the debris around Utein’s libration point."

The navigator bristled. “We’re well out of the way of L4! There’s no chance—”

“I’m sure they thought so too.”

The navigator gaped at the captain, who was sitting with her hands resting beside the controls, letting the ship’s autopilot do as it pleased. It had sped up, and seemed to be signalling into empty space.

“You’re not seriously suggesting we’re dealing with a ghost ship,” they protested, angrily tapping another button. “None of my instruments are picking up anything.”

Around them the pressure of acceleration waned again, their ship once more confident in its course.

“COURSE CORRECTED”

 “Well,” the captain said mildly, looking at the vast expanse of space before her. “Whatever it was, I don’t think it was here for us.”

On the radar, with a last, faint blip, the unidentified vessel disappeared.

“THREAT ASSESSMENT: GREEN”

[iglooracing]

ohhhhh bless you for offering a seb/reader!

of course! i love me some seb reader hehe

———

there’s a gentle breeze blowing through the garden and it ruffles through the bee-friendly plants seb has been planting all morning.

he’s been so focused as he carefully digs through the dirt and strategically places each flower, his tongue sticking out between his lips in concentration.

your coffee has been going cold as you sit on the porch and watch him go through the motions, his biceps flexing and the muscles of his shoulders shifting as he digs is as mesmerizing as the breeze flowing through the garden.

a stronger gust comes and blows seb’s curls around and he runs a hand through his hair to push him back - you feel your stomach flip at the unconscious movement as it reveals his sharp jaw flecked with dirt.

he watch him as he stands up and stretches, his t-shirt riding up to reveal his v-line and stomach, still toned even without the racing workout regimen.

he’s gorgeous as he walks towards you and you’re so focused on the way he looks you don’t realize he’s been talking to you.

“did you hear me?” he asks as he runs a hand through his curls again.

he’s so so gorgeous.

“hmm?” you ask as you not-so-subtly check him out.

seb smirks and puts his hands on his hips, the motion of your eyes definitely not unnoticed.

“i asked if you had seen my headband,” he repeats.

“why?” you ask, finally pulling your focus to meet his eyes.

“because i think it makes me look sexy,” seb deadpans.

that truly snaps you out of your seb daze and you snort a laugh. “please don’t ruin this with that headband,” you say as you gesture at seb with your hand.

seb’s brow furrows and he crosses his arms over his chest. “what do you mean? i thought you liked them?” he asks with an exaggerated pout.

“i’d like to burn them,” you quip back.

“i could just get a haircut,” seb retorts with a smirk.

“no no no,” your eyes widen and you reach out to him.

he laughs and drops his arms back to his sides as he walks up to stand in front of you, just out of reach. he knows you love the curls.

“get down here,” you say with a pout.

“give me back all my head bands you’ve been hiding since march,” he replies.

you roll your eyes and fist your hand into his t-shirt to pull him down for a kiss. he goes down willingly.

“is that a yes?” he murmurs, both of your lips inches apart.

“shut up and kiss me like you mean it and maybe you’ll find one on your bedroom nightstand later,” you whisper back.

he laughs as you pull him in for a kiss, your hands tangled in his messy curls.

[yandereworlds]

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[yandereunsolved]

﹒⪩⪨﹒Yandere Fi ﹒⪩⪨﹒

"Master, I don't understand why you are feeling the Hylian emotion of sadness."

"They're dead!"

"They were your enemy. They wished you dead and much worse than that. Why are your eyes creating perspiration? I fear this is another emotion I am unfamiliar with."

I surely thought killing them would have brought my master happiness. If only I was able to feel the other emotions. I am stuck with this one. The one they call love. It isn't how my previous masters described it to me. Perhaps I must brush up on my knowledge of feelings. It may be different due to the fact that I am a sword spirit.

"Fi, are you even listening?"

I missed my masters orders. I must stop getting lost within my thoughts. It's just so hard around them. Why is it so hard?

"My apologies."

"I was trying to say that I am worried about you. You seem more distant and skittish around me. Did I do something to offend you? Am I unworthy of your presence?"

"It is I who is unworthy of you. You have unlocked something within my spirit."

It would be best to keep the rest from them, at least until I am sure that they reciprocate this feeling I have. Their heart rate has sped up, and they are showing signs of distress. My calculations tell me that if I were to confess my love for them and tell them everything I have done, there is a ninety-eight percent rejection rate. I wouldn't be able to handle it.

I cannot be discarded by them.

Any foe I would slay in battle with their mighty hand. I have to lower the chances of rejection before confessing to them. I must truly learn all about them. What a gift the goddesses have given me after years of service to their chosen one. I have been chosen to be their one.

[wonbokkies]

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[bumblebeeig]

i need venture to be real NOW so we can info dump about our special interests with eachother.

i have a NEEEED to rant to them about how genuinely horrifying all tomorrows is and how much i love i have no mouth and i must scream

i wanna cuddle with them while they rant to me about different historical figures they’ve been researching and about all the neat artifacts they have and all the cool facts and things ab them,,,

just. GUUHHHH WHY ARE THEY FICTIONAL ITS NOT FAIRRRRR

[onsunnyside]

HAMMMMM ok sunsun how abput step bro ari and his pervy fratbros after the night they ignore naive reader and after bucky finds out and she went to ari’s bed i want to know what happened in the morning so badddddd🫣🫣🫣🫣🫠🫠🫠🫠😭😭😭😭

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you want to know huh 😼: [party drabble | morning after drabble] consider this a snippet bc it’ll be in the fic !!

A heavy sigh sounds through the room when Steve enters, his head is hung low and and he’s holding his sketchbook.

“She’s ignoring you too?”

“Yup.” He answers short, joining the rest of the dejected frat boys. He flips open to the empty page, the blank white just waiting for your body to be drawn with graphite. “She promised to be my model too.”

“Well that was before you brushed her off like she was nothing.”

“If I brushed her off, all of you did too.”

Their conversation is cut short when you walk into the living room, clad in one of Ari’s comfiest sweaters and your feet tucked into those cute slippers.

“Hey, duck! You wanna take a ride on my motorcycle today? We can go get ice cream.” Curtis greets happily, or desperately.

“What if we take a walk to the park? We can feed the ducks, I know you love that.” Steve is still sore from when you first ignored him, but he wants to keep trying until you at least look at him.

“Baby, c’mere.” Another voice speaks up.

You tuck your hands into your pockets and step over their long legs to get to the other, older frat boy in the love seat. You flash him a sweet smile and sit in his lap, “yes, Andy?”

The brunet smirks, grateful he had to skip the party last night. Currently, Steve and Curtis are the only ones on your grudge list. He heard you make up with Ari earlier this morning—the whole house must’ve heard too.

“What are your plans today?” He rubs your hip.

“Nothin’… I was gonna go to my dorm for a bit. Maybe hang out with Bucky!”

Your words are followed by two deep grunts.

“You’re going to leave?” Curtis asks, his frown only deepening when you don’t answer. “Ducky.” He tries again.

Andy’s touch trails up to your cheek, lightly pinching the flesh. “You don’t wanna talk to them, sweet baby?”

You shake your head, hiding away in the crook of his neck. You can feel their gazes burning through your skull.

“That’s okay—”

“No it isn’t!”

“You have me and Lloyd, and your big brother to keep you company today, tomorrow, however long you need.”

Steve and Curtis grit their teeth, seconds away from prying you out of Andy’s big hands. It was unfair enough that they have to share you with each other, now that slim timeframe was nonexistent because of some sorority whores.

They weren’t you, no one was like you.

“How about we go out for dinner? You, me, Lloyd and Ari. Get out of the house, maybe see a movie later too?” Andy says loud enough for the other guys to hear.

“Can Bucky come too?” You ask quietly, shivering as his fingers rub the back of your neck. “I-I, uh… he’s really nice to me…”

Those grunts again.

“Of course, duck. Not like we need the space in the car for anyone else.”

me thinks… reader has a little crush on Bucky 🫡 am I smelling a rivalry between him and stepbro!ari 😳😳

[seiya-starsniper]

for the angst prompt!! "why does this feel like goodbye?"

im laying my heart down for you to trample on it

Vi I hope you like weird sci-fi vibes because this is what my brain wanted to write today 😅

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“You need to leave before this whole place explodes!” Hob yells, gesturing frantically towards the cargo bay where the escape pods are located. “Now, Dream!”

“I’m not leaving without you!” Dream yells back, frustrated. “We’re a team! Partners don’t leave each other behind.” 

Hob barks out a laugh. “Better late than never, I guess,” he says grinning like his birthday has come early. “You know I’m the only one with the self-destruct codes. And there’s still people on the ship. They need someone to help them escape safely. I’ll catch up later once everything’s ready.”

“Hob, don’t lie to me,” Dream warns. He may not be as familiar as Hob with the ship’s mechanics, but even he knows the distance between the control panel and the cargo bay is too far to outrun the self-destruct timer. It was built as a last resort and the person who sets it off is meant to go down with the ship.  

“I’ve always got a trick or two up my sleeve, Dream,” Hob replies, giving him his signature wink. “I’ll find my own way off the ship before it explodes.”

Dream doesn’t believe him. He’s known Hob too long to recognize the false bravado behind that smile. Hob doesn’t have a plan.

“If you truly have a plan to escape,” Dream growls, stepping closer to Hob, “then why does this feel like goodbye?”

The sad smile he receives from Hob nearly knocks Dream off his feet.

“I never could fool you, not really,” Hob says. “ You’re right. There’s no guarantee that I’ll make it off the ship in time. But I’m going to do my damnest to try, and I need you to trust me, okay?” 

Dream wants to yell, wants to scream that this is a terrible idea. Wants to drag Hob off the ship with him, the consequences be damned. 

Instead, he wraps his arms around Hob and pulls him into a kiss.

Despite the circumstances, they don’t rush as their lips brush and Hob’s tongue eventually slips into his. Dream groans as their bodies press together, and by the time they pull apart, they’re both breathing heavily. 

Dream levels Hob with a serious stare. 

“Promise me you’ll escape. Swear it.” Dream demands.

“Holy shit,” Hob breathes. “I - yes. I’ll find my way back to you. I promise. Keep your communicator on. That’s how I’ll find you.”

Dream steals one more kiss, then dashes off to go gather the last of the crew to escape. 

The ship explodes fifteen minutes after their escape pod launches. 

Dream clutches tightly at his communicator, hoping against all odds, and waits.

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Dream’s communicator has been silent for 26 months.

Specifically it has been 26 months, 10 days, 8 hours and 45 minutes since he fled the explosion of The Leviathan, a ship whose crew had been overrun by enemy forces. Dream managed to escape with the last of their team, but Hob…

Dream refuses to give up hope. He’s been separated from Hob for long stretches of time before (but never this long). Hob is resourceful, they’ve survived so many near-death experiences together, survived a literal planet explosion together with nothing but hope and Hob’s stubborn refusal to die.

So Dream waits. Hob said…he promised he would come back to Dream. They’d kissed on it. Dream’s lips still tingle when the memory washes over him.

Dream sighs when his stomach begins to grumble, and he places the device down on the nightstand, and walks out of his room to eat with his crew in the mess hall. 

In the darkness of the room, there is a crackle of static, and the communicator screen lights up.

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All of these would be queer btw, because I'm queer

Oh also the "(other)" option is basically just me asking for writing prompts if you don't like the ones I proposed, and the "(These all suck)" is basically just the "(I just wanna see the results)" option lol

(btw the second one was meant to say "monsterfucker human" singular not plural)

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Winter Reunion

"Seongho! Where did you run off too?" Umma asked, immediately handing him a basket full of scraps to take out to the compost bin. His brain was taken off-guard by the change in language, and lethargic from only hearing English at the base.

It's that time of month again: happy January, various employees of the month !! This month's drabble features Trigger and his brother visiting home in the winter. A little angst, a little family slice of life, and my favourite character to feature in anything, a compost bin !1 I'm a compost person now. I want worms 🪱🪱

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