#the flash drabble

[whyiwrite]

"Playing hero again? How many times do I have to tell you that I don't need saving?"

[musikat18]

Fluff L with Harry please

“Harry?”

You poked your head into the lab and sighed heavily when you saw your boyfriend slumped over on a desk.

“Harry, it’s pushing midnight, you don’t have to go back to Earth-2, but you can’t stay here all night! It’s not healthy! I sent you, like, twenty texts! Did you even--”

You noticed his phone was laying open on the table beside him and grumbled some expletives when you noticed ALL your messages were unopened on the lock screen. But then, you noticed something even better--

The lock screen behind it was a photo of you, him, and Jesse from last New Year’s, all beaming (even Harry, a little) and dotted with glitter.

You smirked a little and asked, “Am I your lock screen?”

That seemed to wake Harry up, because he made a snuffling noise, flew out of the chair, and grabbed his phone back while readjusting his glasses.

“You weren’t supposed to see that,” he said bluntly. “It’s my phone. I put whatever I want on it. I’m an adult. I can do what I want. It doesn’t matter. What’s it to you?”

You just smiled proudly, “Nothing. Time to go home, grumpy-pants.”

(Dumbass Drabbles For Quarantine!)

[tvimagines221b]

Caitlin Snow Drabble

Caitlin Snow let out a sigh as she walked out of the medical bay. You had been severely injured by a meta human who could control metal. A peice a metal had hit you in the chest. Luckily, you had rapid regenerative capabilities, she had removed the peice of metal and stabilized you. The rest of Team Flash looked over at her as she walked out. “Is Y/N okay?” Iris asked, as she crossed her arms over her chest. Caitlin nods.

“He/She will be okay. If it wasn’t for his/her regenerative capabilities, he/she would be dead.” Caitlin replied. Everyone nodded. Caitlin knew KillerFrost had felt just a little bit of guilt because she couldn’t save Y/N in time. Caitlin could feel that guilt too. She wasn’t able to warn KillerFrost in time.

Nora could see the guilt on Caitlin’s face. She took a step forward, fidgeting with her hands. “Caitlin, this isn’t your fault. And this isn’t KillerFrosts fault.” She smiled assuringly.

[theflashfics]

Drabble Prompts

Here I’ve compiled a list of sentences and prompts for short little drabbles. When sending these in please no more than three (3) prompts per message, along with no more than two (2) characters (female and male) from The Flash. Can be NSFW, fluffy, or otherwise. Hope you enjoy!

Take the long way around.

Can you shut up for five minutes, please?

He’s been gone for quite a while.

I can’t see anything.

I heard a noise.

Scary movies are for chumps.

The floor is lava.

Where’s my food?

I’m an artist.

I didn’t know you spoke French.

Can I be of assistance?

Get out of the way before I murder you.

I think you forgot who wears the pants in this relationship.

You’re breaking my heart, babe.

Cry me a river, build a bridge, get over it.

It’s just rain, you aren’t gonna melt!

If I trip over one more of your shoes, I’m throwing them all away.

I’m stuck! Help me!

I swear, I’m not scared.

What do you think a cupholder is for?

You know when your phone buzzes, it means I’m trying to talk to you, right?

Are you familiar with the concept of personal space?

I thought you didn’t like cats?

I’ll just tell your mom on you.

What kind of… dream?

What colour do you like better?

Am I your husband or your taxi service?

Take notes, sweetheart.

This is where you impress me, right?

Pick up lines only work when I’m drunk.

If that makes me a child, so be it.

I could beat you up, you know that right?

Would it kill you to help people?

I bet you can’t go 24 hours without cussing.

But, I said I love you.

Is it just me or is cold as hell in here?

Just sleep with one eye open, that’s all I’m saying.

Take off your shirt.

Way to go, kiddo.

I found the candles, we’ll be alright.

We could get struck by lightning, but you want to kiss in the rain.

You’re never this quiet, what’s wrong?

…or we could make out….

Is cuddling an option?

I warned you. He warned you. Your freaking mom warned you.

Sit still, for the love of all that is Holy.

I’m afraid.

Can you just leave me alone?

We’re not ‘fine’.

Are you really taking his side right now?

I like proving you wrong.

Girls can’t drive, plain and simple.

I think you need stitches.

Must be a coincidence.

Can you be romantic for once?

This is your fault, by the way.

Nothing bad is going to happen, baby, I promise.

Excuse me for falling in love with you.

I knew you’d be mad.

If you die, I’m going to kill you.

You’ve never smoked anything in your life.

You gave me a black eye.

Sorry I’m protective over the things I love.

That SOOO classifies as a date.

No backsies.

You’re an idiot. I married an idiot.

I never liked it, I lied.

Are you trying to flirt? Because, you’re embarrassing yourself.

I’m sorry, but that was adorable.

You don’t hate me, quit lying to yourself.

You hear that? That’s the sound of my awesomeness.

Actually, I couldn’t care less.

I’m glad you’re mine.

You passed out for like an hour.

Delete it. Now.

You’re a jerk.

Are you high?

No, you’re MY bitch.

Spare change for the poor and lonely.

Step aside and watch a pro.

You’re the one who left it laying around.

I’m a lucky girl. I’ll admit that.

Teach me how to play?

Well, you’re a prick.

Good, I hope you feel bad.

That’s not what you said last night.

I have reasons. You wouldn’t get it.

Take a cold shower.

You don’t mean that.

Did you enjoy yourself last night?

You know what happens when you assume things.

Oh, what a shocker, you have an excuse.

Be serious for two minutes, please.

Pillows are over-rated.

Are we lost or do you know where we are?

We started with one and now we have seven. You have no chill.

This can be our dirty little secret.

Play with my hair and maybe I’ll consider forgiving you.

Prove it.

Come say that to my face.

[risingoftime]

A NIGHT TO REMEMBER ⟡ HOBIE BROWN

Hobie hadn’t realized that he butt-dialled your number while fantasizing about how it would feel to fuck you. In the midst of it all, he realizes that he might have an audience.

a/n: cause i can’t get him out of my head₊˚ෆˎˊ˗ 18+

part i | part ii

Hobie’s life had been in a constant state of unrest. If he wasn't fulfilling his duties as Spiderman, he was practicing and performing with his band Spider-Slayers. It had been a late night, and the only thing that brought him to peace was you. He found himself thinking about you more than he would like to admit. He had tried his best to keep his distance, knowing all too well what happens when people get entangled with him. But Hobie couldn't stop envisioning your sultry voice and soft lips. He wondered how your perfect frame would look bent over, pussy exposed all for him. Hobie was curious about how you would sound while getting fucked, if you moaned or whimpered when cumming and if he could make you do both. Shifting in his bed, Hobie became increasingly aware of his growing erection.

His dick throbbed at the thought of you and was already hard in his boxers. Hobie had never felt a desire as strong as he had for you. His hand releases his boner from the constricting fabric, already sensitive with need. Hobie wrapped his hand around his dick, pumping himself vigorously at the thought of fucking you. His precum acts as a lubricant while he imagines how your pussy would feel taking him in. Oh, the things that he would do. Hobie’s hips made languid movements, keeping pace with each thrust into his hand.

“Oh fucking hell, you feel so good.” His lips remained parted, letting out a breathy moan. Hobie visualized his cock deep inside you, your pussy taking it all too well and milking every last drop of Hobie’s cum. “Just like that,” he gasped. His toes began to curl from the image of your eyes rolling back and begging him not to stop. You're so beautiful it pains him to slow his palms from bobbing up and down his thick length.

Hobie’s hips begin to stutter, and his core tightens as he grows closer to orgasm. His free hand grips the sheets as Hobie’s body tenses at the tingling feeling that erupts. Opening his eyes slightly, Hobie watches as his dick jerks with each cum shot, soiling his boxers and rubbing the creamy white liquid against his skin. The noises from the friction between his hand and dick make wet slapping sounds. Hobie’s breath hitched as his body trembled at the mercy of the thought of cumming inside of you.

Once he could get ahold of himself, he washed his hands and cleaned the mess he had made. Hobie hadn’t realized how slowly time has passed when fantasizing about you. Looking around his room briefly, he could not locate his phone. He heard a lewd voice coming out from the sheets on his bed. Throwing the fabric around, Hobie found his phone had called your number by mistake. Your heavy sighs and whimpers ricochet through the phone speakers like a sweet melody to Hobie. It was evident what you were doing on the other side of the call. His dick was already pulsating and hardening. Unable to remain quiet for long, Hobie cleared his throat.

“Hello, love.”

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[writings-of-a-british-fangirl]

Barry Allen x Reader [PROMPT #13: “i think i’m in love.”]

Pairing: Barry Allen x Reader Prompt: #13: “i think i’m in love.”  Mood/Emotion: fluffy + with a tiny bit of angst Requested By: @whisperingshade22

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Barry had been very skittish around you lately, and while you realised that it probably wasn’t your fault -that there was something else going on too- you couldn’t help but feel a little offended. You and Barry had always been close, and the fact he felt he couldn’t talk to you about whatever was going on kind of hurt. Logically, you knew Barry would tell you when he was ready; it didn’t stop you from being concerned, though...

       “Do you think Barry’s ignoring me?” ask Cisco and Caitlin, your arms folded loosely and your gaze looking at them intently, “Be honest.”

       “I don’t think he’s doing it to be mean...” Cisco trailed off.

       “So Barry is ignoring me,” you sighed.

       Cisco and Caitlin were sympathetically looking at you, trying to think of anything to say to you to make you feel better. They knew the real reason why Barry was ‘ignoring’ you- but it wasn’t their place to say.

       Barry, who was just walking back from lunch, froze when he heard his name. On your lips. You sound sad, which in turn makes him sad. As he listened to you more, he realised that he was the reason why you were so upset. Damn. His plan to get rid of his obvious crush on you had backfired- and now he felt even more terrible.

      “Do you think I should talk to him?” you murmur, “I.. I don’t want to talk to him if he doesn’t want me around anymore.”

      “Go talk to him,” Caitlin encouraged, “You’re too close of friends to have it be like this.”

      “You’re right. Thanks, Caitlin. I’ll go find him.”

      You walked out of the lab and turned a corner and came face to face with Barry. You’d found him sooner than you’d intended. Initially, you’d were going to plan what you were going to say to him on your quest to find him. But, you’d found him. And, had nothing to say.

     “Barry-”

    “-Can I say something first?” he asked, and you nodded, “I don’t hate you. I never had. You’re practically my best friend, and you’re always here for me. I.. I didn’t want to ignore you or make you feel awful. But, I did and I’m sorry.”

     “I forgive you, Barry- but I want to know why.”

     “I think I’m in love. With you. And, I was terrified,” Barry confessed, “I didn’t want to scare you off-”

     “-I love you too.”

     You kissed him, and he kissed back.

     “You dork.”

[officialheroesofolympus]

800 FOLLOWERS CELEBRATION!!🌸

Heyyy y’all! As you have seen from an earlier post, I reached 800+ followers yesterday (which I still cannot believe) and I’d just like to give a little something to all of y’all.

I’ll be writing short drabbles about characters. Just send in an ask about a character, what you want me to write about them and I’ll do it! For example, I could write a Peter Parker x reader about vines or an interaction between Loki and Thor.

I might not be able to write some drabbles if they’re about characters I have never read or watched but I will try my best to do some research about them or watch the movie/read the book which they’re in.

Love to every single one of y’all💖,

HeroesOfOlympus

(Rules and guidelines: NO smut, NO incest, NO romantic pairing between a character below 18 with another character above 18.)

Thank you especially to these sunshines that have made my time on Tumblr so enjoyable!! You should definitely check them out🌻: @erikarvroom @creativeheartgemini @tomholland-s @thefanficfaerie @whirlybirbs @wot-an-idiot @jinlinli

[nuttynutcycle]

"Professor,” the student thrust up their hand, “Why can’t we utilize the heroes as makeshift police? It worked in Europe.”

 “Europe has a different political and geographical space,” the professor scribbled on the whiteboard. “And better pay for its teachers. Who can tell me anything about Venetian law enforcement?”

Several hands waved in the crowded lecture hall. The professor pointed at random.

“Venice utilizes water-based heroes. They use the canals and ocean to have an advantage over lawbreakers and are held in line through their enforcement collars.”

The student sounded like they were reading out of a textbook. “Excellent answer. Now,” the professor clapped their hands, “Could that work here?”

The same student beamed at the compliment. “Absolutely not. We have no cities based on canals or built on evenly distributed rivers to give water-based heroes an advantage. And sir,” the student continued, stifling a laugh. “Can you imagine trying to put a bracelet on an American hero? The government would never make it past congress.”

Chuckles half-heartedly rippled across the auditorium. Many students pretended they were listening or taking notes while Instagram reflected in their glasses.

“Wrong.”

The professor frowned at the interruption. “In this class, we raise our hand and explain our reasoning.” He turned toward the owner of the voice, a boy in a denim jacket in the back of the room. “Care to elaborate?”

 “They already have them.”

The professor pushed his glasses up his nose, a trickle of curiosity rising against his better judgment. He reached over to his computer and paused the lecture recording. “Do you have evidence to support this theory?”

The boy looked up from his computer and shrugged. “Does anyone here think our illustrious government would let a group of highly powerful individuals run around untethered?”

The auditorium quieted. A few hands raised in a sea of hundreds, before slowly lowering. 

The professor had to admit, that was a good point. Still... “Most heroes don’t comprehend the notion of modesty. Trust me, there’s nowhere to hide a bracelet that the cameras wouldn’t see.”

“What about MagniBoy?” One student asked. “That costume covers everything except-“

“Unfortunately for MagniBoy,” The professor interrupted before the lecture became decidedly less PG. “There was an incident last year. We now know for sure that there is absolutely no possible place for a bracelet.”

Several students nodded, some in disgust and others with smiles.

“It’s not on their bodies.” The boy in the denim spoke again. “American heroes are controlled as soon as they join a force, but they just don’t realize it.”

This was quickly verging into Reddit board theories. The professor felt a headache coming on. “Let’s not get off track- “

“Where is it then?” Another student asked.

“Did they swallow it?”

“Why wouldn’t anyone say anything about it?”

The professor sat down in his chair and prepared for the ride. If the class wanted to waste precious exam review time with theories, their loss.

“Twenty years ago, the government started investigating bracelets and mood alteration. Two years later they stopped due to public protests.” The boy smiled bitterly. “We love our heroes, and we love our rights even more. Three years after that, our heroes were injected with a tracker ‘for safety’.”

“Those trackers were removed when a hero retired.” The professor interrupted with a gentle smile. “If what you’re saying is true, retirees would notice a significant difference in mood.” Several students nodded in agreement.

The boy looked at him in near pity. “Sir, do you know what the original bracelets were made of?”

The professor remembered. His back straightened.

“Nanotech.” The boy savoured the word, savoured his captive audience. “Bit backwards, isn’t it? They found that heroes were more likely to have more health defects with the experimental tech, so they changed it to computerized ones. But,” he tapped his chin, “What if our generous government decided to inject their puppets with this same nanotechnology. What would happen?” The boy tilted his head innocently. “On a completely different note, how many heroes die from radiation poisoning? Illness? Cancer?”

The auditorium was silent.

“There used to be hero-turned-vigilantes or villains. Where did they all go?” The boy was picking up speed. 

No one was on Instagram anymore; all eyes were on him. 

“And isn’t it interesting that fifteen years ago, the cases of heroes breaking the law dropped by 80%? As did the destruction of vital buildings?”

“Oh,” another student whispered.

“They have thousands of powered people, sacrificing their lives without realizing it. Heroes sign away their personality, their life, their future.” The boy choked on a laugh. “When was the last time a hero made it to 60?”

“Young man,” the professor found his voice, “That’s enough.”

The boy’s gaze sharpened on the professor. “Sir, you were a hero before teaching. What do you think?”

[winchester-with-wings]

Your Little Secret (Barry Allen drabble)

Old Anon message to my flash blog @sexy-speedster:  I wonder how Barry would react to a girlfriend who has lightning bolt on her shoulder or somewhere a little more intimate (it doesn't have to look like his emblem but it could be)

Word Count: less than 500

Barry Allen x Reader

Mobile Masterlist / Ko-Fi (anything helps to pay the bills <3)

“You should get a snowflake tattoo, Caitlin,” Cisco chortles, joking around and earning a disapproving glare from his best friend.

“Absolutely not. Besides, if I was getting a tattoo, i know what it would be and where and no, I’m not going to tell you guys.”

“Well that’s no fun,” Cisco frowns.

“What about you, Y/N? Do you have any tattoos,” Barry asks you around a mouth full of Chinese food. Everyone is gathered around in the Cortex eating food during one of those rare and quiet moments before another Flash emergency.

Everyone notices your blushing. You’ve had the tattoo for long enough that you should be better at hiding your reactions by now.

“Ohh girl, what is it? show us!” Cisco eggs you on.

“Yeah! I bet it’s cute!” Iris agrees. The two of you have discussed art and artistic tattoos in the past.

“I mean...I think it is but...I can’t...show you…”

“It is cute,” Julian mumbles while looking down at his lo mein. Everyone looks at Julian in shock while you at the same time swat at him.

“Wait what?! He’s seen it! Now you have to show us!”

“I only saw it by accident.” Julian blushes and looks down.

“Yeah...Julian doesn’t know how to knock,” you grumble as you stand. You adjust your t-shirt while preparing to tug on your sweatpants.

You glance at the ceiling while you bare your hip bone. You know precisely how much skin you have to show and you even have to move the strap of your underwear. It’s placed perfectly so that any bathing suit besides a string bikini should cover it.

Iris and Barry gasp. Caitlin giggles. Cisco’s mouth forms a perfect O and he pretends to cover his mouth his with fist.

“Noooo….no way!”

“Is...is that a lightning bolt?”

“Maybe…” you say as you cover it back up and plop down in your seat, pretending like it never happened.

“You were a Flash groupie, weren’t you? Before moving to the city and joining our team…” Barry is blushing but also smirking at you. He pretends like he’s flattered but really his ego is growing by the second.

“No!” you deny it. “I got it before you even became the Flash! I just...I like Harry Potter okay? I was obsessed with it in high school. Gawd! It’s not always about you, Barry!” You sink deeper into your seat, sulking. In reality, the tattoo is actually quite fresh. Only a few weeks old.

Out of the corner of your eye, you look at Julian--the man who had just recently loaned you his entire set of the infamous books.

He winks.

I’ll tag people later...

[hells-plaid-angel]

In theory, if Cas ever did realise he was in love with Dean pre-deal with The Empty and actually decided to shoot his shot, I’d imagine a string of hilarity and miscommunication would ensue. There’s no way Cas would try to flirt with Dean if he thought it’d be received badly, but every now and again, Dean gives him just enough hope he thinks maybe it’s possible Dean likes him back. 

Say Cas shows up unexpectedly and Dean’s doing their movie night alone since Cas was away,  on some plot-relevant side quest. Cas arrives back unannounced because it’s movie night and what he’s doing can wait a day. Dean’s too thick to realise Cas has come back for him, and royally puts his foot in his mouth by asking why Cas is there, making the angel feel like he shouldn’t be because the course of true love never did run smoothly and when given the opportunity Dean will screw himself over when it comes to affection. 

Cas isn’t sure where they stand and wonders if he should stay and watch the film or leave. After awkwardly standing beside Dean’s armchair, watching the screen for longer than what would be deemed socially acceptable, Dean lets out a huff and says, ‘Just sit down,’ meaning, of course, for Cas to sit beside him in what Dean’s deemed ‘Cas armchair’. Cas takes Dean’s words literally and plonks down on the arm of Dean’s chair, smacking their shoulders together and settling in. 

The thing is, Dean lets him. He might grumble, but he doesn’t get Cas to move. He’s had a long night, having also returned from a hunt hours before and he’s beat. Before Cas knows it, Dean’s face is smooshed up against his shoulder and he’s open-mouthed snoring. Cas still thinks he’s the most beautiful human he’s ever seen and is in awe because Dean’s being vulnerable with him. He knows the man has trouble sleeping, plagued by dreams of Hell and hunts. Cas knows Dean doesn’t sleep with just anyone, even when he has casual sex, he rarely stays long after the act, so Cas looks down at the sleeping man and for the first time he thinks, ‘maybe’. Maybe Dean likes him back. He has no idea what to do with that possibility. He sits there quietly for the rest of the night because Dean’s an angry sleeper (like a bear) and Cas isn’t going to wake him up. 

He decides to tread lightly and toy with the idea of trying to flirt with Dean, without overtly flirting with Dean. He has no idea how to do this. After all his years on earth, there are still a lot of things that confuse him. While he and Dean are on a hunt sometime later, they pull over to a gas station. When Dean’s paying Cas mindlessly flips through the magazine stumbling on some shitty Cosmopolitan article about romance and flirting. They mention one way to show you are interested in someone is by showing curiosity in their likes and dislikes. 

So for the rest of the journey, Cas becomes almost insufferable with questions. He knows Dean’s top 13 favourite Led Zeppelin songs, but is Led Zeppelin Dean’s favourite band? What are Dean’s top 13 favourite bands? What is Dean’s favourite number? Does he have a favourite colour? Why is that his favourite colour? He rattles off questions for the entirety of their 14-hour trip cross country and Dean is confused as hell but decides to humour Cas because he does love talking about bands and movies, plus it’s not like anyone’s ever taken so much of an interest in him. 

Sometime towards the end of the trip, Dean realises he has no clue what Cas’ favourite anything is- do angels even have favourites? Wasn’t that meant to be the whole thing  about angels? All men are created equal and all that. Still, Dean asks. For the most part, Cas doesn’t have answers. He’s not sure who his favourite band is, though he can hesitantly say a few songs he likes better than others. It’s like they discover his favourite things together, unearthing them. Cas says with conviction his favourite colour is green and when Dean asks why he simply says, ‘Because it reminds me of you,’ and moves on. Dean goes silent for a long time after that but Cas is still left thinking that maybe Dean could love him. After all, he showed interest in Cas’ likes and dislikes as the magazine suggested. 

Something Cas learned from Dean’s movies was that humans showed affection through nicknames, strange terms of endearment that reminded them of sugary foods or woodland animals. Dean reminded Cas of neither, so he was unsure what kind of word to use to show his affection. Dean shortened his name. Perhaps this was his way of using a term of endearment, maybe Cas had missed some sign and should have given Dean a nickname of his own.  In the end, he settles for something in his mother tongue, because he’s better at expressing himself in Enochian. 

He uses a word for Dean which is both very intense and oddly specific, something that translates roughly to ‘Evergreen lover, formed of star ash’. Like a golden retriever, after having the stilted cacophony of consonants and vowels thrown in his direction for long enough Dean simply shrugs his shoulders and answers to the name. I’m talking a name that trembles like a sub-bass and causes stray dogs to howl and Dean just looks up of a morning from his bowl of Fruit Loops and goes, ‘oh yeah that’s me. Mornin’ Sunshine’. Bonus points if others around him know exactly what the name means, other angels, demons, maybe even Sam when he gets curious and looks through the bunker’s archives for an Enochian Dictionary. 

After all this, Cas is no closer to working out if Dean harbours affection towards him or not. So after some exasperated brainstorming, Cas decides to meet Dean where he’s at and attempts to express affection the way he knows Dean does. He cooks Dean’s breakfast and makes his coffee every morning because Dean expresses his love through security, caring for others and he especially loves food. It should be noted the bacon is burnt, the egg is raw and the coffee tastes like dishwater, but each morning Dean gives Cas a goofy, lopsided grin and thanks him. He’s grateful, Cas realises but he still has no idea if Dean’s in love with him. 

With his one last-ditch effort, Cas decides to try physical touch. Dean’s a tactile creature. He loves touch. So Cas tries to give it to him. He rests his hand on his shoulder or his side as he walks past Dean. If they are parting ways Cas pulls Dean into a hug. He’s stunned at first, but he lets it happen and even gets used to it after a while, so Cas gets more brazen. He wraps his foot around Dean’s ankle when they sit together at the map table. He pushes his palm into Dean’s when they’re sitting alone in their armchairs for movie night and that’s what finally pushes Dean over the edge. 

“Look man, I know you’re not human and you don’t get how stuff works but you can’t do junk like that. It’ll give people the wrong idea,” Dean would warn because his self-loathing, self-deprecating, still very closeted self would never in a million years dare to let himself think Cas knows what he’s doing.

“And what is the wrong idea?” Cas would ask. 

“You know, dude. That you like me. More than a friend like me,” Dean would explain and Cas would give him the most world-wearied, withering look and  sigh, “That is very much the idea I’ve been trying to get across,” He’d explain. 

And Dean would need about an hour for his brain to stop short-circuiting, long enough for him to reply, 

“Oh.” 

[justagirlinafandomworld]

I'm Driving

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Song Prompt from Unclaimed Love Songs: No One Else on Earth by Wynonna

Word Count: 146

Warnings: just a lil' manhandling 👀

“How did you get to me?” It came out as a growl as you rolled your eyes to the ceiling. He was getting his way in this disagreement, which meant that you were losing. And yet you found yourself not really caring.

Dean cracked a smile and as he passed behind you to head for the door, he leaned in close to murmur in your ear:

“I’m just that good, sweetheart.”

He gave your ass a firm slap and openly laughed at the startled sound that left you.

“Guys,” Sam started, only for the objection to die on his lips. Because you had already proceeded to wrap your arms around Dean’s waist, a vain attempt to retrieve your keys. Dean whipped his hand in the air, sidestepped and wound up with his back slammed into the wall of the hallway and you pressed up against him.

[whyiwrite]

“Stop it! Please!” Barry lunges forward. “I’ll do anything you want! Please don’t hurt them!”

Savitar smiles, leaning forward to caress your face. “Oh darling, I’m not going to hurt them.” They press something cold and hard into the Flash’s open palm. “You are.”

[musikat18]

Soulmate AU with Harry?

“Nope,” Harry shook his head, looking at the line of barely glowing golden coding on his arm and the matching line on your screen. “No. Uh uh. That’s not possible. That doesn’t count.”

“Typing is writing, Harry,” you frowned. “And can you not be so grumpy about it? That’s me you’re talking about.”

“I- It’s not you, obviously,” he fiddled with his glasses. “You’re wonderful. I just-- the logistics of that. You’re not from my Earth. I’m not from yours. You’re not even writing with ink when you write code, so I have no idea how that counts as--”

You rolled your eyes and pulled him down towards you for a kiss.

“We’re soulmates, Harry. Isn’t that enough?”

A little half smile tugged at his lips.

“Try that again. I want to be sure.”

(Dumbass AU Drabble Day!)

[prismuffin]

One-shot or drabble of Barry Allen (The flash) dating a male forensic psychologist?

Barry is a forensic scientist, so I just think it would cute for two dorks being together.

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A/n: GRAH I LOVE FORENSICS- THATS THE FIELD IM AIMING FOR SO THIS REQUEST>>>>

No cause you both are adorable little geeks -- I'm gonna write this like it's an ask ok? So-

Barry Allen with a male!forensic psychologist!reader (drabble)

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Barry walked around the office with a smile on his face as he searched for you, knowing you'd probably be in one of the many small briefing rooms. His hunch was correct as he noticed your familiar form hunched over the table with files scattered around. The door was open, but he knocked on it anyway before entering, noticing how your head immediately snapped in the direction of the noise. Your tired eyes lit up as you recognized his face, "Hey baby." Barry's smile widened at the sound of the familiar nickname. "Hey, I brought you some tea." He walked closer to you, placing the cup on the table while being mindful of the mound of papers that were scattered about. You turned in your office chair watching as he took place in between your legs. Leaning down, he cupped your face in his hand and pecked your lips before caressing your skin. "How's my handsome man doing?" He asked and you sighed, leaning into his hand as you collected your thoughts. "This case, it's pretty..heavy..." You frowned and Barry mimicked your expression. "I know, that's why I came to check up on you." Though it was pretty unprofessional, he sat down in your lap, turning his body so that he could still face you. Now both hands caressed your face, smoothing your frown out a bit. You gave him a pity smile, "sorry, family annihilator cases are always kind of hard for me." Your smile grew at the peck that was placed on your temple. "It's ok babe- they can get pretty graphic and that's why I have to check up on you sometimes and make sure you're ok." You let out a nose laugh, looking in Barry's eyes you grabbed one of his hands from off of your face, pressing a sweet kiss to it. "Thank you," "ahh it's nothing".

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Recom Quaritch x reader-insert drabble | 236 words??

Quaritch would agree, if someone said he was a man who learned through his hands. Touch was one of his strongest senses. If he could touch it, it was something real and he could figure it out.

When he first awoke as a recom soldier—and calmed down enough to be aware of what was going on—one of the first things he had done was touch his incisors. He felt the strength of them, the sharp point that was rather impressive. And when he was on the SeaDragon the first thing he had done was touch. Everything. The railings, the walls, the subs, and the explosive tipped harpoon.

And now, as the wide pad of his thumb brushed against your lips he realized just how much he touched. How much he wanted to touch you. You were so small compared to him, so soft. His thumb pressed a little harder against the plush flesh of your lips, and his breath stalled in his lungs. For a moment he wanted to reach for his AAS-R02, feeling as though he couldn’t breath.

And then you exhaled, your warm breath fanned over his face. When he glanced away from your lips, he caught your gaze.

He had another realization. He liked to touch dangerous things.

And from the look he saw reflected back at him, he recognized he was touching one of the most deadly things he had ever encountered.

[anonymousdandelion]

I missed the last few weeks of @flashfictionfridayofficial, unfortunately, but here is a quick drabble for today's prompt.

GNU Terry Pratchett.

“So he just… asked you to keep the hat for him? In the bookshop?”

Aziraphale nods. “And so of course I said yes, sir, it would be my great honor. What else was I going to say, after all, to someone like him?”

Crowley shrugs.

“I have all his books. Several copies. And it was an odd request, but… but he must have had his reasons.”

“Must’ve.”

“And I thought, surely, he’d come back to get it soon.”

Crowley doesn’t say anything.

“But it’s been here… a long time, now. By human standards, at least.”

Crowley sighs.

So does Aziraphale.