#otp drabble

[miakate-writes]

Turn the record over [roommates to lovers drabble]

[hiiii! due to the love on this post, i decided to write a drabble for the characters mentioned in those prompts and i literally love them so much. enjoy <3]

“it’s so late, why aren’t they home yet?”

Character A rolled over to check their phone.

11:00PM.

it really wasn’t that late, and Character B had really only been gone for three hours.

“this is so unfair.” they complained as they opened up the messages app.

A: i miss you :(

B: miss you too, sweetheart. is everything ok? x

A sighed out loud. they hated taking their partner away from a night out with friends, but needs must.

A: everything’s fine, how much longer will you be gone for? :/

B: not sure, it’s pretty boring tbh x

A saw the opportunity.

A: it’s not boring here… pretty exciting actually

B: you little shit. on my way home, babe x

mission? accomplished.

cuddles? imminent.

twenty minutes passed before A heard B’s key in the door.

“A?” B’s voice softly rang through their shared apartment.

their footsteps creaked towards the bedroom door. the door to the room that once belonged to only B, that now belonged to both of them. they opened the door to find A swaddled in a blanket and soft music playing from the record player in the corner.

B walked to the record player and turned the record over before moving to the bed. they kicked off their shoes and removed their jacket.

“were you lonely, sweetheart?” they cooed in A’s ear, pulling them closer and climbing under the covers.

A mumbled “can’t sleep without you here,” in response.

it didn’t take long for A to be softly snoring in B’s arms. B preferred it here to that stupid party anyway.

[sorry it’s kinda short, i really hope you enjoyed it and i’m excited to write more for them :) pls follow me on tiktok and instagram @/miakate.writes <3 if you have any requests just submit them into my asks box!]

[urfriendlywriter]

what will your character do..

(reblog and brainstorm, lovelies! u can also write drabbles with theseee )

if they're met face to face with their plot, with no warning?

if they're stressed?

if they're happy? who will they want to share it with?

if they're sad? will they go to anyone for comfort? if yes, who?

if they're forced into a life of death situation?

if they're being threatened?

if they're kissed by their ex?

if they're confessed to by someone who they had no clue liked them? (given, they're single or not)

if their lover betrays them?

if they're coughing up blood out of the blue?

if there's a strange presence in the room, and it feels ominous?

if they discovered a dead body?

^ if the dead body is their best friend? (great question to start and develop a plot)

if their enemy is at their doorstep, bruised and injured?

if they had to share a bed with someone they don't particularly hate? ahem

if they had to be fed by someone they didn't like/their crush?

if their partner-to-be? enemy? pulls them into a secluded and shushes them? (their bodies pressing and all that!!)

when asked to choose between their family and their lover? (given the circumstances of ur story)

when kissed on their head by their enemy after a near death experience?

if they're dancing with a stranger, and the stranger says 'stop dancing, sweetheart and you'll hunted. do u wanna die?' ?

if they find out the food that served to them has glass dust on it? (who is it served by?)

when being pulled into a hug when they most need it by someone they least expect?

when they have to hold someone they loved at a gun point? why would it even occur?

when they have to choose between their own life and their lover's?

when they've to give up something (of great importance to the character) to save their lover?

[loveisanimaginarydagger3000]

Phrases/Actions that make me drop to my knees, ready to submit.

All 18+ Prompts- Please tag me if you use any cause I wanna read filth :)

“That’s it, fuck, that’s a good girl/boy.”

“You’re mine.”

“Is this ok?” As they stare up at you from in between your legs. (Consent is so fucking hot and important)

“Do that again- Shit, just like that, right there.”

Ghosting their lips against yours before pulling back with a smug smirk, making you chase them desperately.

Dragging one of their nails down the side of your neck and then middle of your chest.

“Please mark me, I want everyone to know I’m yours.”

“Spread your legs baby, that’s it… Wider.”

When they murmur pure filth into your ear while they’re touching you.

Fucking someone so good that they struggle to kiss you back.

Hands desperately clutching at one another, gasping into each other’s mouths as if you were starved of one another.

“On your knees.” While their fingers thread through your hair, guiding you onto the floor.

Smirking into a kiss/against your skin when you whimper at their touch.

“My little slut to ruin.”

Interlocking your fingers above your head while making out passionately.

Pulling them closer by the collar of their shirt or their belt.

“I’m yours. Only yours.”

“You’re in no position to tease baby, remember that.”

Soft, lazy kisses and innocent touches that turn bolder and more sinful as you just can’t resist each other.

“This is wrong.” “So wrong.” While continuing to pull at each others clothes, mind fogged with nothing but lust and arousal.

Want a Part 2?

[scealaiscoite]

⋆˚࿔ build-a-fic 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

➴ chose a line of dialogue, an emotion and a setting (a number, letter, + a creature), and write/request to your heart’s content!

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ a piece of dialogue

꒰ 1 ꒱ “i can’t fucking believe this.”

꒰ 2 ꒱ “what they said back there. is it true?”

꒰ 3 ꒱ “it’s not safe here anymore- we need to leave. now!”

꒰ 4 ꒱ “you know how much i care about you.”

꒰ 5 ꒱ “they’re never going to hurt you again.”

꒰ 6 ꒱ “here, let’s get you warmed up.”

꒰ 7 ꒱ “i didn’t do it. please, you have to believe me!”

꒰ 8 ꒱ “i’m taking you home, and that’s that.”

꒰ 9 ꒱ “do you trust me?”

꒰ 10 ꒱ “i can’t sleep either. mind if i join you?”

꒰ 11 ꒱ “you’re not your worst mistake.”

꒰ 12 ꒱ “try and eat, if you can. it’ll make you feel better.”

꒰ 13 ꒱ “i say this with all the love in my heart, but you look like shit.”

꒰ 14 ꒱ “they’re going to surround us. we need to get ready.”

꒰ 15 ꒱ “i need you to leave.”

꒰ 16 ꒱ “we can’t be seen together like this. not anymore.”

꒰ 17 ꒱ “it’s dangerous. i need you to know that before you agree.”

꒰ 18 ꒱ “it’s just one night- surely sharing a bed for that long won’t kill us.”

꒰ 19 ꒱ “it’s getting dark, we should think about heading back.”

꒰ 20 ꒱ “what have i told you about coming here?!”

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ an emotion

꒰ A ꒱ disdain

꒰ B ꒱ grief

꒰ C ꒱ ecstasy

꒰ D ꒱ disbelief

꒰ E ꒱ anxiety

꒰ F ꒱ contentment

꒰ G ꒱ drunkenness

꒰ H ꒱ enjoyment

꒰ I ꒱ confusion

꒰ J ꒱ fear

꒰ K ꒱ hunger

꒰ L ꒱ relief

꒰ M ꒱ distrust

꒰ N ꒱ fondness

꒰ O ꒱ delight

꒰ P ꒱ hurt

꒰ Q ꒱ love

꒰ R ꒱ sickness

꒰ S ꒱ exhaustion

꒰ T ꒱ betrayal

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ a setting

꒰ 𓆉 ꒱ the corner bed in a hospital ward

꒰ 𓅨 ꒱ a spare bedroom

꒰ 𓆣 ꒱ an alleyway behind a dive bar

꒰ 𓃰 ꒱ a mountainside shrouded in fog

꒰ 𓃗 ꒱ a skeevy motel just off the highway

꒰ 𓃱 ꒱ a barren industrial plant in the middle of nowhere

꒰ 𓃟 ꒱ the lush, indulgent foyer of a member’s only club

꒰ 𓆟 ꒱ the war room of a military blacksite

꒰ 𓆈 ꒱ the produce aisle of a 24/7 supermarket

꒰ 𓅫 ꒱ the bedside of someone who doesn’t want you there

꒰ 𓅟 ꒱ the walk-in fridge of a failing restaurant

꒰ 𓃵 ꒱ a rickety old barn’s hayloft

꒰ 𓃓 ꒱ at work, far later than you should be

꒰ 𓆌 ꒱ a stranger’s bed at dawn

꒰ 𓆏 ꒱ an airplane hanger

꒰ 𓅭 ꒱ a medical bay that stinks of antiseptic and fear

꒰ 𓆗 ꒱ the kitchen of a derelict house

꒰ 𓃢 ꒱ the dressing room of a luxury department store

꒰ 𓆧 ꒱ the place where grassy plains meet desert dunes

꒰ 𓃔 ꒱ a beach at low tide

[angelilacs]

love? love. ˎˊ˗

⭑ waking them up with breakfast.

⭑ cooking and the other person hugging them from behind randomly.

⭑ ironing their laundry;

⭑ “what are you doing?” “ironing?” “since when do you do that?” “since you told me you don’t enjoy it.”

⭑ reading a book with one of them in the other’s lap, a few minutes into it they start kissing down their neck.

⭑ they come back from work and find their partner crying so they both sit on the floor until they stop— they end up sleeping on the bean bags.

⭑ waiting for them to come home in lingerie that you just recently bought in their favourite color.

⭑ they find a photo album of their best moments in their partner’s underwear drawer.

⭑ coming home from a long day at work to a homemade dinner (salmon and lemon garlic orzo).

⭑ showering alone before their partner knocks on the door to join them with a speaker.

⭑ one of them breaking an expensive wine glass and panicking before their partner reassures their worries away.

⭑ “baby, what’s wrong? it’s just glass.” “i’m so so sorry.” “stop, the important thing is that you’re okay.”

⭑ “can’t believe i get to wake up next to you.”

⭑ “i want to have a family with you—” “what?” “i want to see a mini us running around, wanna see you handle them and then when you get tired i get to watch you sleep with them in my arms.” “it’s not that easy—” “but i get to do it with you.”

based on this ask !

[littlewhispersofsolitude]

OTP Prompts: Relationship Progression

Buying/renting out their first house together.

Having their first serious argument/fight.

Having sex for the first time.

Rescuing/adopting their first pet.

Introducing each other to their parents.

Drinking from the same bottle/cup/etc.

Using pet names.

Getting undressed in front of each other.

Updating their social media relationship status'.

Changing to a joint bank account.

Discussing things that set themselves up to be hurt and trusting that the other won't take advantage of it.

Getting engaged/married.

Using each others' phones without supervision.

Making a joint purchase together.

Caring for the others' nieces/nephews/grandchildren/children, with or without them.

Laughing at something embarrassing to the other person and knowing it's not going to offend/upset them.

Having their first sleepover.

Going on their first roadtrip/vacation.

Opening up about something personal.

Saying "I love you" for the first time.

Discussions of kinks that they're embarrassed/self-conscious of.

[the-bar-sinister]

Nonsexual acts of Intimacy- the sequel - Select from the following and send a pairing

I : Holding hands under the table, or otherwise hidden from view II : Brushing their hair III : Offering them their jacket in the cold/rain IV : Comforting them after a shock V : Listening to their heartbeat VI : Wiping away their tears VII : Kissing their hand VIII : Stargazing/Cloud watching together IX : Listening to the same piece of music X : Coaxing them to eat or drink something  XI : Trading affectionate insults XII : Tucking their hair behind their ear XIII : Holding on to each other in a crowd XIV : Helping them dress or undress XV : Watching them sleep XVI : Singing them a lullaby XVII : Comforting them after a nightmare XVIII : Stroking their cheek XIX : Pressing their foreheads together XX : Falling asleep in their lap XXI : Preparing a meal together XXII : Sharing the same cigarette or drink XXIII : Tucking them in to bed

[throwmethroughawindow]

you couldn’t help but wrap your arms around Sanji’s waist while he was washing dishes, pressing your face against his shirt and breathing in the citrusy smell of lime with a hint of basil and a little bit of an earthy spice… cumin maybe? All you knew was that he smelled good and that’s all that matters

“Hello my love,” Sanjis voice was like warm honey, sending your heart into a frenzy as you pressed closer while pepper kisses along his back “Are you okay? Anything I can do for you?”

“Mmm,” you pondered a bit squeezing his waist tighter as he spun around to face you, drying his hands on a dish towel with a raised eyebrow “I could go for about… 2 kisses right now”

before you could even think about what you said, his warm lips had enveloped yours; the taste of smoke and something sweet… pomegranate on them. Sanji’s hands tossed the dish towel to the side so he could place on hand on your waist pulling you closer so he could continue to press kisses on your lips as his other hand slid down to cup your ass.

letting out a squeak of surprise at his bold move, you pull away from his flurry of kisses (much to Sanji’s protest) as you gave him a stern look.

“I love you SO much-“

“I love you so much more Angel. My heart bleeds for you and I would give you anything in this world to make you happy.” He pressed another kiss to your forehead as you let out a huff but can’t help smiling.

“I love you too Sweet Boy, but I do have to bring up something.” You furrow your eyebrows as he looks at you like you hung all the stars and planets in the solar system.

“Anything!” his eyes looked like crescent moons from how big he was smiling

“Did you eat my chocolate pomegranate candies?”

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Wrote this for my fav @terarria-sunflower 🩷 love u sm and I love you and Sanji together🥹🥹🥹🥹🩷🩷🩷

[baenakinskywalker]

say yes, run away now

rating: t

words: 849

a/n: first up in my quick feysand drabble(ish) series! here's a take on ACOMAF right after rhys and mor rescue feyre from the spring court — i'm playing fast and loose with canon to build in a marriage of convenience. first paragraph comes directly from ACOMAF!

for @popjunkie42, even though i did not answer your actual prompt at all. saving it to come back to later!

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. ✧・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

“As your presence here isn’t part of our monthly requirement, you are under no obligation to go back.” Rhysand rubbed at his temple. “Unless you wish to.”

I felt sick. Unless I wished to. As if any of that mattered to the male who had just locked me in his house, even when he knew what it would do to me. He knew. “He’ll come for me.”

Rhysand stood from the low couch opposite me. “And if he does, we’ll be prepared. We’ll even come for him first, if you like.” He smiled, but there was no warmth behind it. Nothing but thinly veiled rage leaking from his skin like smoke under a door. Only destruction on the other side. My teeth chattered despite the warm air in the mountaintop palace. 

There was a steaming mug in front of me, the scent of sweet spice inviting me to take a slow sip. I felt Rhysand’s eyes on me as I drank, saw the way his posture relaxed as I drained the cup. I hadn’t felt thirsty until the cup was pressed to my lips. I set the mug down, and a thought occurred to me that sent my heart into my throat. 

“Your shields are holding, Feyre darling,” Rhysand said. “But I can tell there’s something you’re not sharing. Tell me, please.”

I swallowed hard, wishing I had another mug. Maybe something stronger. “If I had married Tamlin, would you have called in our bargain?”

Rhysand clenched his jaw, eyes going a darker shade of violet — near black. “What are you asking me?” “If I had married him…would you have been allowed? I mean, could you have taken me?”

Something dangerous glimmered in those eyes. “It would have been difficult. There are…” He paused, tilting his head. “The same protocols that made it so Mor had to take you from Spring would have hampered me calling in our bargain if you were married to Tamlin, yes.” 

So even in Prythian, a female needed marriage to have any semblance of autonomy. Not so different from life below the Wall. It made my next move crystal clear. “So if I were married, Tamlin would find it…difficult to collect me.” Rhysand growled, a purely animal sound. “Feyre, I swear to you that you are safe in the Night Court. We have our own sentries — my own generals and spies — who will ensure that he doesn’t cross into this land.”

I shook my head. “It’s not enough. It won’t be enough — you know it.” My voice grew frantic. I had to convince him. “You know what he’s willing to do,” I said. 

Across from me, Rhysand paled. Then he took a deep, steadying breath, inky black like a starless night sky rolling off of him in waves, and sat beside me. “So what exactly is your plan?”

“Marry me.”

“What?” Rhysand went completely still. “You have no idea what you’re asking.” His eyes were wide, like that moment when he said goodbye to me Under the Mountain, after I had been brought back by the High Lords. 

I bit my lip. “If you marry me, I can stay here. I’ll be protected.” 

“I’ll protect you anyway.”

“But if I’m your wife — ”

“By the Cauldron. You’re serious.” He looked pained. 

“I understand that it’s not ideal.” I pictured it: Becoming Rhysand’s wife, Lady of the Night Court. In name only, just for my safety. “It could be a small affair, just us and a high priestess.” I shuddered on the last word, remembering Ianthe. 

Rhysand pinched the bridge of his nose. “You want us to marry so that Tamlin will have no further claim to you.”

I nodded, palms going slick. He could easily refuse, and then what would I do? “You hate it,” I said softly. 

A long silence stretched between us. His eyes closed, and he slumped a little. I waited for the rejection, for him to politely extricate himself from the situation. Then he looked up, violet eyes meeting mine, flecks of stars circling his pupils. “I hate that it could actually work,” Rhysand groaned. 

My heart pounded faster in my chest. “So you’ll do it?” If this worked, if it kept Tamlin from capturing me and forcing me back into the Spring Court, I’d be safe. Free. For once in my life.

Apart from being tied to the High Lord of the Night Court. 

“Feyre,” Rhysand started, taking my tattooed hand in his, “if this is really what you want — if you understand what this means…what you’re giving up, then yes. I’ll do everything in my power to keep you safe. Even this.”

My eyes were drawn to his hand curled around mine. “I do.”

Beside me, a dry laugh. “You’re getting ahead of yourself.”

I exhaled, feeling a weight lift from my shoulders. There was so much still to cover — my powers being most important, given the destruction in Tamlin’s manor — but so long as I didn’t have to go back, I could chip away at it all. Slowly, and with Rhysand’s help.

Together…for better or worse.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. ✧・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

[dayas]

Prompt 27: "I’m pregnant." Fiyeraba

Maybe post-canon where either Elphaba got pregnant during ALAYM or after she transforms him back into a human 🤔

Anon! Oh my goodness, this is so scandalocious!

Let me see what I can do 🙏🏽

Drabble Prompts

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She remembered it all. She remembered his hands roaming over her, pulling her closer against his bare body. Her name falling from his lips like a star in the sky, over and over. His name leaving hers in higher pitches, her nails digging into his back. She remembered thinking that nothing else mattered, as long as she was his and he was hers. For one single night, she was reckless.

For one single night, she was wicked.

It was a mistake she shouldn’t have repeated.

After she managed to return Fiyero to his original form, Elphaba was overcome. They spent another night together, entangled, so close she was certain to part with him would mean death for them both.

A few weeks later, she was spilling the contents of her breakfast out onto the ground, pure fear coursing through her veins. She’d never been prone to vomiting, even as a child, even under cases of extreme duress or sadness. She wracked her brain, trying to think of what could have possibly brought this on. It hit her a moment later, and her hands flew to her stomach. She calculated, considering the timing, the lack of a particular covering or separation, and the fact that she had never expelled her favorite breakfast before.

Great Oz.

How was she supposed to tell him? They were in no way prepared to be parents, she couldn’t fathom having a child now. Not when there was still so much to be done in Oz.

She had considered it once, briefly, what a family of her own would look like. Someone little, half of her and half of him. The wanting had burned through her so fiercely that she’d buried it under every single emotion she had. One day, perhaps. But not like this.

Elphaba set off, finding Fiyero in their room.

“I need to tell you something.”

Immediately, he stopped what he was doing.

“What is it?” Fiyero said softly, approaching her. Elphaba claimed his hand, threading her fingers through his. She gave it a single, hard squeeze.

“You know you can tell me anything, right?”

Fiyero’s murmur was accompanied by his free hand cupping her cheek. Elphaba closed her eyes, sighing, “I know.”

She took the hand that was holding his, pressed it gently against her stomach, and told him.

“I’m pregnant.”

She opened her eyes after, watching Fiyero’s face shift as he processed the news. He was quiet for a few seconds. Then, he brought her hand up to his lips and kissed it.

“What do you want to do?”

She leaned her head into his chest, wrapping her arms tightly around his middle. He held her, his cheek resting against the top of her head.

“I don’t know. I don’t think I want this right now. I do want a family with you, eventually, but I just don’t think that this is the right time.”

It hurt, as all things seemed too lately.

Fiyero took her face in his hands.

“We have time, Elphaba.”

“We do?”

Her voice cracked. He nodded.

“We do. So when we’re both ready for it, we can consider adding on to you and me. We should discuss it first, though, at length.”

“I completely agree.”

She leaned forward, kissing him quickly.

“When did you become so sensible?”

Fiyero smiled against her lips.

“I learned from studying you, of course.”

He dropped another kiss against her neck.

“You do realize this means we’ll have to be more careful.”

Elphaba’s chuckle was sharp — he’d startled it out of her. She exhaled, running her fingers through his hair to calm herself.

“I think we can manage that.”

[juliannatrevizo]

Gally - Maze Runner Imagine

1.1K words.

"It's a girl.." A chorus of panicked voices began to speak over each other. A few sounded like they were shushing others but it didn't seem to work.

"Hey, what's in her hand?" A voice piped up, surprisingly louder than the others. A feather light touch was felt on her palm, but she was unable to react.

"She's the last one ever.." A boy read out loud. Multiple voices began talking over one another yet again at his statement.

"Clint, Jeff, take her to your station and get her a bed."

"Got it."

As the girl's consciousness slowly began surfacing, she felt a warm compression placed on her forehead.

Where am I...?

Her eyes slowly fluttered open. Her face lightly scrunches up as she squints against the bright light seeping in through the dusty slats of the med hut she was in. A young male suddenly peeks over her with a cloth, making her shove him away as she jolted up.

"Stay the hell away!" She demanded, her voice wavering from being unused. Her slightly widened eyes glanced around her surroundings in panic.

"Woah, calm down!" The kid tried to reassure her, his hands held out in front of him in a way to try and calm her down before he angled his head towards the opening of the hut, his voice ringing out as his gaze never strayed from her. "Gally! Get over here!"

"Where am I?" Her breathing began to get ragged and uneven while subtly making her way towards the opening with clenched fists. A few tense, silent moments pass as the kid didn't answer.

"Answer me dammit!" She shouted. The kids eyes were wide with uncertainty and slight fear just before another guy had burst into the room, glancing at the guy before looking at her.

"You need to calm down, now." He said gruffly, his hardened expression held authority as he spoke.

"No, you need to tell me where I am and who the hell you people are." She said angrily before quickly grabbing a small, stray log near the corner she was standing at. She gripped the small log tightly as she glared at the two of them.

It wasn't the best choice of a weapon but she'll be damned if she didn't fight her way out of here without one.

"Okay, okay. This is Clint, he's been looking after you, and I'm Gally." The guy said with his hands raised slightly. "Now drop the wood and calm down."

She didn't respond right away, instead continuing her glare as she registered his words. Her eyes glanced between the two of them while slightly adjusting her grip on the makeshift weapon.

"Drop it, now!" Gally suddenly shouted while taking a threatening step towards her. She immediately swung the log at him, but he was quick to dodge it before ripping it out of her hands.

"I told you to calm down." Gally grumbled angrily, taking another step towards her. "Look, I didn't want it to come this far."

Gally's hand reaches out to grasp her arm but she harshly slaps his hand away before he could touch her. He tried once more with an angry sneer but she reached before her mind could even register what she was doing. Her hand clenched into a tight first before throwing a hard punch to his jaw, making him stumble back in pain.

Her eyes widened as his gaze snaps to her, his eyes dark with fury as his face lightly scrunched up. A red splotch had already begun forming where her first made contact on his skin. She suddenly bolted out of the hut, his hands barely missing her shirt.

"Don't touch me!" She spat angrily while pushing herself to run faster as his heavy footsteps were right behind her. His arms suddenly circled around her upper body, holding her biceps against her ribs. She jabbed her elbow in his stomach, making him grunt in pain.

"Stop struggling and just calm down!" Gally strained to speak as he tried to keep her from wriggling out of his grip. The chaotic scene had caught the attention of the other boys.

She digs her fingers into his arms while twisting her body to the side a bit, hooking her leg behind his knee before thrusting herself forward and pulling his arm along with the force. Gally sprung forward, landing onto his side with a loud groan. She slowly backed away from him with a defensive stance as everyone began nearing the two of them, watching with cautious eyes.

Her fists clench together from the fear that bubbled up in the pit of her stomach, slowly creeping up her spine as she watched a few people help Gally to his feet.

"Shit, shit, shit." She repeatedly muttered under her breath as they began surrounding her. She whips her head around, her eyes quickly glancing around in hopes of finding any sort of way out. Just then, two guys came jogging out from between huge ivy covered walls before making their way over to the group.

"Greenie.. Can you please just calm down? I promise no one here is going to hurt you." A blonde headed boy spoke from behind her. Her eyes watched him closely as she tried to keep her composure.

Her breath quietly hitches as a loud rumbling starts up in the distance, emitting from the two concrete walls that slowly began closing shut. "Wh- Where am I?"

She glanced around the group of surrounding males before looking back towards the walls. A few of the boys turn towards the closing maze then back to her with a slight shake of her head. An idea suddenly popped into her mind as she noticed she still had a bit of time to make it before the large concrete walls were fully closed.

"Don't even think about it greenie." Her heart dropped to her stomach as the walls slammed shut. Her hope immediately vanishes as angry tears begin brimming her eyes but she quickly blinks them away before anyone could notice.

"well damn." She mumbled to herself before sighing in defeat, while relaxing her tense shoulders and unclenching her fists. A few of the surrounding boys let out a breath they were holding before walking away when a darker boy gave them a curt nod.

"Look, I know you're scared. We all are when we wake up in the box." Her face hardens at his words before glancing around at the remaining people standing there, her eyes landing on the one she punched.

She took a deep breath, regaining her composure and gathering her pride before making her way over towards him. She watched as he tensed up, his arms falling to his sides with clenched fists.

"I reacted badly in that situation, but I am not sorry for hurting you." She held her head up high while stretching her hand out to him. "I'll make a truce though."

Gally watched her for a few moments, his gaze falling to her outstretched hand before clasping his hand with hers.

"That's gonna be a nasty bruise." She chuckled jokingly while gesturing towards the red splotch on his jaw. Gally simply shook his head with a small smile before walking away with the others.

"Alright greenie, let's give you a proper tour shall we? My name's Alby, by the way." She only smiled in response as he began explaining about the place they call home. She subtly glanced over her shoulder to Gally, finding him already looking at her. She gives him a half smile, to which he responds with the same action.

"Hey, attention back to the tour greenie. You'll be able to socialize later, okay?" Alby chuckled after noticing her attention had been elsewhere, playfully snapping his fingers at her.

"Sorry." She crossed her arms over her chest with an embarrassed smile while giving Alby her full attention.

[miakate-writes]

hey loves! i rlly wanna write some drabbles just to get some writing practice in... any requests?? (pop them in my asks pls!) <3

[urfriendlywriter]

specific tropes in romance that always heal something in me that it never broke

like, forehead kisses, soft love confessions, peppering kisses all over the lover's face. promises that are kept, hands those are held with a gentle love, and hugs that engulf the heart too.

or when they rest their head on your chest, or lean on you for support.

"your tears kill me," kinda thing. or when a sunshine character finally cries and bawls their entire life's hurt out into their comfort grumpy character (plus point, if the grump feels guilty thinking if they had done something to trigger this emotional outburst)

communication. no matter hard the topic is, how big your differences are.

listening to the other person yap

admiring their facial features and seeing not just the outer structure but the person that they really are.

them getting angry on ur behalf

cradling each other in hugs basically

feeling emotional walls break when you're with that one person particularly

gentle communication. yearning to do more for your lover (!!!!)

affectionate smiles and eyes crinkling with a smile that's directed specially at you.

finding their laugh contagious.

the feeling of being accepted, despite flaws and all

silent domestic acts like being in the kitchen together, dressing up together, them drying ur hair while u sit between their legs

occasionally stolen kisses

or one deep kiss that just lights your world and fulfills your soul and heart.

sleepily nuzzling into each other!!

reaching for each other despite being asleep, with mumbled endearments and whispers of need!!!

laughter coming easily by their side, like happiness is just another day to day thing (this can also be about self love. when u truly love urself and prioritize your own rights and cherish the fact that you're you. happiness becomes beautiful even in solitude)

their fingers buried deep in yo- OOPS.?! :)

[dusty-star-prompts]

Classic Smutty Scenarios I can't get Enough Of [18+]

✧ - Childhood friends A and B finally reunite years later in a bar. Through a long night of drinking and reminiscing, both are feeling... an unexpected attraction for the other? A grabs their coat to leave. "I'll uh.. I'll walk you home?" B pipes up.

✧ - A is sexually inexperienced, but is curious to learn. They half-jokingly ask their friend, B, for a lesson in sexytimes. A feels their heart jolt when B actually agrees.

✧ - A and B are friends with benefits, casual hookups with no strings attached. Things take a confusing and chaotic turn when A kisses B during one of their sessions, a line they agreed to never cross.

✧ - A, a natural sub, gets unexpectedly dominant during sex one night. B is taken aback, but can't deny how good it feels with A on top. It's a sexy power struggle!

✧ - A and B are roommates. B, the stoic silent type, unexpectedly comes into heat one day. They lose all their cool as they are reduced to a needy mess of pheromones. A considers lending a hand.

✧ - A and B are separated for a while. While calling one evening, B starts talking dirty. A can't help but touch themselves to B's voice.

✧ - Sex with B is rough and rowdy. A's boundaries are tested. They struggle to know where to draw the line - but the intensity is intoxicating. Before long, A can think of nothing else.

✧ - A and B, friends since childhood, did some "experimenting" as teenagers. Now adults, their encounters go far beyond their hormonal fumblings of the past. They decide to show each other what they've learned.

[scealaiscoite]

⋆˚࿔ prompt sets of three 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

write a piece featuring - in any capacity you can think of - all three things depicted in the given prompt!

¹⁾ a polka-dot bikini, a throw blanket and a pint glass

²⁾ a sliotar, a flat tire and a thunderstorm

³⁾ a teakettle, a fresh bruise and rosewater

⁴⁾ a chipped enamel bathtub, a blue sweater and basil leaves

⁵⁾ howling gale winds, an inflatable paddling pool and an oil lamp

⁶⁾ a fresh buzzcut, pink bubblegum and rolling tobacco

⁷⁾ gas station bandaids, a cellophane-wrapped bouquet and muddy footprints

⁸⁾ a lipstick print, skinned knees and stained-glass windows

⁹⁾ a busted streetlight, green olives and a teak countertop

¹⁰⁾ gun oil, red lace and an old armchair

¹¹⁾ a fresh tattoo, a sacristy, and guilt

¹²⁾ a corner booth, sweet patchouli and a wallet

¹³⁾ donuts, orange juice and a jail cell

¹⁴⁾ a cold red bull, shaking hands and broken traffic lights

¹⁵⁾ new graves, a busted headlight and silver rings

¹⁶⁾ handcuffs, brightly coloured building blocks and fir trees

¹⁷⁾ a shortwave radio, takeout containers and a bare lightbulb

¹⁸⁾ broken windows, waist-high grasses and lit matches

¹⁹⁾ orange segments, divorce papers and a front porch

²⁰⁾ horror movies, steaming showers and cold bedsheets

²¹⁾ brazilian lemonade, a split lip and daisy chains

²²⁾ a red convertible, a priest’s collar and dogtags

²³⁾ a corner office, parking tickets and greyhound races

²⁴⁾ bitten lips, army fatigues, and coca-cola

²⁵⁾ old wives’ tales, creaky stairs and cherry lipgloss

²⁶⁾ smooth whiskey, greying hair and warm hands

²⁷⁾ hospital food, full moons and a reconciliation

²⁸⁾ exes, candy wrappers and a twin bed

²⁹⁾ a rural motel, a pocket knife and iodine

³⁰⁾ a dirty martini, a dressing gown and blood under fingernails

³¹⁾ slept-in braids, a lamplit office and an explosion

³²⁾ blueberry pancakes, a restraining order and the taste of rum off someone’s lips

³³⁾ farmers’ market peaches, burnt coffee and houseplants

³⁴⁾ a late text, faded jeans and lightning strikes

³⁶⁾ desert air, zinnias and chocolates

³⁷⁾ an old truck, freshly turned earth and a tv dinner

³⁸⁾ wedding rings, wildfire and wrought iron gates

³⁹⁾ a hostage situation, evergreen trees and a pierced tongue

⁴⁰⁾ unripe strawberries, bitter wine and a kitchen table

⁴¹⁾ a head laid down in a lap, green tea and a break news announcement

⁴²⁾ a fire alarm, a flower-patterened apron and an ajar kitchen window

⁴³⁾ a jar of jam, two shots of vodka and a stack of car manuals

⁴⁴⁾ techno music at 4am, knitted jumpers and a broken watch

⁴⁵⁾ a green silk scarf, a pan of burnt food and the trunk of a car

⁴⁶⁾ bound hands, a crescent moon and laughter

⁴⁷⁾ a winter coat, a heatwave and fresh mangos

⁴⁸⁾ a thrift store sofa, a highrise apartment building and creaking floorboards

⁴⁹⁾ missing teeth, a house half covered in ivy and cheap beer

⁵⁰⁾ undeveloped camera film, stomach kisses and cigarette smoke

[we-r-loonies]

OKAY SO IMAGINE.

sirius has dragged regulus to a club, against his will. it's practically a hostage situation. and then, sirius ditches him to dance, yelling something indecipherable in his ear.

regulus is by the bar, sipping a fruity cocktail and rolling his eyes when people attempt to hit on him.

"baby black in a club? i really have seen everything now," james crows, sitting beside him and ordering a vodka coke.

"oh, piss off, potter."

james doesn't, and laughs. regulus seriously considers shoving the man off of his stool.

he drains his drink too quickly, without wincing, "come dance with me, baby black,"

"i dont dance,"

before he can protest further, james' fingers are intertwined with his own and hes being pulled into the thrum of grinding, drunk bodies.

james moves easily to the rhythm of the music, shaking his hips and flailing around. regulus finds himself smiling, purely because james is an idiot.

not because james' t-shirt is cropped just high enough to flaunt a glittering stud in his belly button. not because his smile is wide, and brighter than a million suns. not because the man has weirdly soft hands, and those hands are now resting on regulus' waist as if they were built to fit there.

IMAGINE!!!