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cinna-rose · 5 months

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Here's more to this idea I had earlier-

Imagine that Baxter goes back to Golden Grove - and decides to bring a romanced!MC with him. They meet with Qiu and decide to catch up and talk about their lives, introductions, etc.

"It's nice to see one of Baxter's old friends here," MC smiled, "Even though I knew him for a shorter time, it's good to know there are more people that know about his monochrome hair…"

As soon as the words left MC's mouth, Baxter stiffened and slowly turned to them. Meanwhile, Qiu had a confused expression. "What monochrome hair?" Qiu asked, confused and curious to know what MC was talking about.

After a second to process Qiu's confusion - MC realizes that Baxter's old friends didn't see him with his monochrome hair.

So, the MC has two choices: they can keep quiet about it or try to tease Baxter through his old appearance in front of one of his old friends.

If they go the teasing route, I can imagine the MC having a photo of Baxter with the monochrome hair and trying to show Qiu. And Baxter trying to stop MC by hiding the photo from Qiu's eyes out of embarrassment.

#our life #baxter ward #olba mc #qiu lin #baxter x mc #olba #olnf #my drabbles #idk if this counts as a drabble or not #I just like the idea of Baxter Ward flustered #baxter ward my beloved

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taintedcigs · 7 months

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i know some ppl hate it but i love 'stevie' SOO much. and i know he'd just blush the cutest pink when you called him stevie... squirming in his place by how much your little nickname turns him on... because he loves to hear you whine 'stevieeee!!!' whenever he teases you, just by a slap on your ass, or when his hand lands on your thigh whenever he's driving, a harsh grip on your inner thigh slowly travelling up, or when he 'accidentally' presses your ass against his bulge when hugging you from behind, OR OR when his hand wanders to your panties while the two of you are out to dinner with friends.

he loves the way that nickname leaves your glossy lips whenever you're trashing beneath him, begging him to fuck you faster, deeper. wanting nothing more than to be filled to the brim. he loves the way you utter it in such a lewd way while giving him those doe-eyes, begging for him to fuck your throat, he loves the filthy smile you give him as you say it. but he especially loves sliding his cock down your throat, hearing your muffled 'stevie' while you beg for him to cum down your throat. and he loves it even more, once the two of you are fucked out, laying next to each other, and you whisper, 'i love you, stevie' he gives you a sloppy kiss on your forehead, arms securely wrapping around your waist, bodies tied to each other.

'love you more, angel,' he murmurs into your hair, he's your stevie, and you're his angel.

#steve harrington blurbs #idk this is stuupid #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington drabbles #steve harrington smut #does this count? i think it should

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motleyfam · 2 years

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Tim hardly ever wears seatbelts.

It’s not a conscious choice at this point really, he just never got into the habit. When he outgrew his last car seat at age five, his parents didn’t bother getting him a booster and just let him sit in the normal seat, so the belt always felt like it was cutting into his neck and he hated it. He put up a big fuss about it once on the way to some important event, and his parents just huffed, “Fine, don’t wear it then. Fly out the window for all I care” and that was that. They never forced him again.

He just so rarely has to wear one that it slips his mind. Buses don’t have seatbelts. Motorcycles don’t have seatbelts. The Batmobile has them, but they’re rarely used due to the necessity for split-second drop ins and getaways.

It’s not until he’s 17 and driving with Jason somewhere that he finally gets called out on it. Not only called out, but told in a no nonsense sort of way “This car ain’t moving till I hear a fucking click. What, did they stop showing ‘Red Asphalt’ in drivers ed while I was dead??”

(They do still show it. Tim just slept through that class)

#Jason Todd is a mother hen whether he admits it or not #and he’s appalled Bruce hasn’t noticed this quirk in his kid for so long #mostly because in the beginning Bruce wasn’t paying enough attention to Tim #and then once he was Tim was old enough to drive himself places #idk if this counts as a drabble #more like just a headcanon that spun off too far #but I don’t have an actual fic behind it #Tim Drake #child neglect cw #tim drake headcanon #drabble

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love-marimo · 1 year

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just a kaveh drabble bc my head is so full of him…

(kaveh stops by reader's house after the whole event of interdarshan championship and laments and then they share a sweet and spicy moment~)

"Congratulations." You set your cup of tea on the table to greet Kaveh as he enters your home. He sighs as you take off his red shawl, setting it by the edge of the sofa.

"For someone who seldom leaves the house, you always seem to know everything." He says, placing a kiss on your cheek. He sits down and makes himself comfortable, you also do the same after fetching your cup of tea.

"My place isn't that far from the contest proper. It got crowded pretty easily and everyone was speaking your name in conversation." You smile, rubbing circles on his hands.

Kaveh runs his hand through his hair, brows furrowed. Time and time again he seemed to have so much on his mind.

"What's the matter? Are you not happy about it? With the prize, you can finally move out of Alhaitham's place." You ask.

"I donated it. I also destroyed the diadem because of its curse. I just… ah… sometimes I wish my thoughts don't plague my mind all the time. I wonder if the diadem didn't exist… if there was another trophy for the Interdarshan Championship… maybe things would be different… maybe… my father would still be alive…" He says, resting his head on your shoulder.

The cold summer night's breeze comforted the both of you as you cradled each other in your arms.

"You did your best. At least, in a way, your father can rest easy now. I'm sure he's proud of you." You reply, stroking his hair.

"I… know that. I feel quite relieved that I have people who I can turn to and celebrate with regardless, and that includes you. But still… I guess I'm still dwelling on it."

You turn to look at him and find him with teary eyes and quivering lips.

"Kaveh…" You wipe a stray tear and kiss the corner of his eye.

With bated breath, he finds your lips and kisses them, seeking your comfort and ardor. You kiss back as your hands travel all over his body, seating yourself on his lap.

He pulls back to kiss and suck on the crook of your neck, and you grind yourself on his clothed erection, whispering sweet nothings to his ear, doing all that you can to lull his tears.

"It's okay sweetheart. I'm here for you. I will always be." You hush him in his broken cries for your name.

You position yourself in between his thighs and you unbutton his pants. Kissing the tip, you lick a line on his shaft. He bites the back of his hand, suppressing a moan.

"D-do we really- ah- have to do this?" He asks as you start to suck him off.

"It's okay. Let me take care of you." You reply, giving him a reassuring smile before you resume your ministrations.

Lewd sounds and his saccharine moans echoed in your living room. Kaveh cries in overwhelm, in comfort and relief to have you by his side. He wonders where his loneliness would take him if he had no one, but his thoughts soon fade away as pleasure takes over, his eyes filled with haze and his lips chanting your name over and over again, in gratitude and admiration.

"I- I'm close…!" He whines, and you slow down, letting his load fill your mouth as you swallow every last drop of his cum.

You stand up to sit on him again, cockwarming him as he tastes himself on your lips. He kisses you all over, his soft voice telling you that he loves you again and again.

His cheeks are flushed and there are still stray tears, but you seem to have fulfilled your mission successfully as he smiles at you with lidded eyes.

"I love you. You're the sweetest thing that has ever happened to me."

Kissing his tear stained cheek, again, you reply.

"I know, darling, I know."

ー Lolita

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puppetmaster13u · 1 month

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Tagged by @call-me-strega Rules of the challenge are: In a new post, show the last line you wrote or drew, then tag as many people as there are words Which, I'll be honest, I don't particularly enjoy doing that much tagging of people, makes me feel like I'm spamming so I'll do less, hope that's okay :> @radiance1 @golden-buddle @phoenixcatch7 @hdgnj @f4nd0m-fun @mkarchin713 (Hope that's enough)

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“Oh fuck me,” Bruce muttered under his breath when he blinked the spots from his vision. If this woman tried to sacrifice the baby in her arms he’s going to start a riot.

#tag game #my writing #demon batfam #fuck ur bullshit (found familys ur monsters) project #snippet #drabble #writing wip #idk what it counts as lol #batman #batman au #bruce wayne #demon batfam au #cryptid batman #I wonder which child it is #yes this is the one where he gets them all as babies #last thing you wrote #or whatever it's called #Spoiler: it's baby Jason

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flowersforlaila · 2 years

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Queen Consort Alicent cleaning Warrior Queen Rhaenyra’s battle wounds can be something so personal—

Like Rhaenyra’s laughing because she got a very minor, totally-not-at-all-consequential stab wound; and Alicent’s going through seven different stages of panic because There’s a Hole in Her Wife’s Stomach.

Alicent’s fussing, Nyra’s wincing her way through laughter, and they’re both just so fondly exasperated with one another.

Alicent has her lips tightly pressed against her mouth, painstakingly cleaning Rhaenyra’s bloody wound so as to not cause her any further harm. She’s so focused she doesn’t notice the way Rhaenyra’s laughter slows into a soft quietude. A serenity swelling in the battle-worn Queen’s chest, adoration marking her features as clear as day. The high of dragon riding, the drum of a fight, the rush of blood that she cherishes at a grip of her sword all pale in comparison to the surge of emotion she feels at Alicent’s touch. The ministrations of her unrelenting love and care absorbed in full are enough to make Rhaenyra drop her sword and never pick it up again. She thinks herself mad, she knows herself in love.

She stills Alicent’s tender, steady hands. Cupping her love’s hands in her own scared palms, the hardened tissues of a dragon rider, she feels along the lines of abrasive skin she’s grown accustomed to recognize as Alicent’s. Permanent calluses from years of weaving, writing, and anxiety seamed into the tips of her fingers and the heart of her palm. Rhaenyra traces them as she’s done a thousands times before, gently, adoringly, mindlessly. She could trace them in her sleep, she knows this. She touches them to her lips and holds them there, speaking a love into them she doesn’t think she can articulate in words. Alicent gasps, a soft sound that disrupts the quietude of their shared room and Rhaenyra knows Alicent understands.

There are bandages loosely hugging Rhaenyra’s torso. Alicent is seated in-front of her with a inquisitive look in her eyes; to which Rhaenyra returns a blessed smile.

“Thank you,” she says, lilac eyes fixed on Alicent, “For taking care of me.”

It’s so unvaryingly sincere Alicent doesn’t know what to do with herself, hands still clutched in Rhaenyra’s palms. She bites the inside of her lip, so as to stop a completely idiotic smile from emerging onto her reddening face. She doesn’t think herself successful from the way Rhaenyra’s smile twitches into a full grin. Ten years as her Queen Consort and Rhaenyra persists to blindside her at the most inconspicuous moments, wholly by just being herself. Her lovely, lovely self.

Taking a moment to collect herself, Alicent smoothly detaches herself from the Targaryen’s grip and resumes mending her stupid wife’s utterly careless injuries, clipping out, “You’re very welcome. Faith knows I’m seldom afforded all the proper acknowledgment for all my ever-so valiant efforts.”

Rhaenyra takes to laughter then, the softness still presiding in her eyes, and consequently, is met with a sharp pain effected by an ever-bruised torso. Wincing, she doesn’t miss the way Alicent’s lips turn up, cheeks still a delicate red, as she continues to tend to her lover’s wounds.

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qphiltits · 4 months

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any pissa thought?

i know it’s not a drabble idea but i just want to know 🥺

-rosebrush

God... I have so many thoughts about them, I truly do. One of my first q.smp ships ever and I still adore them

I want Phil to worship Missa. Missa doesn't feel like he deserves it, Phil is too perfect, too lovely for someone as lowly as him, but that's why he wants to. He wants to show Missa what he's worth, how much he loves him.

He would eat Missa out like a starving man, and he would edge him not to be cruel but because he wants to hear Missa ask for what he needs. Not to mention he tastes so good, he feels he could stay between his thighs forever. And fingering him is something else, the way his back arches off the bed, his little noises and mutters in Spanish

He fucks Missa, of course, because he's so fucking hard he can't stand it and Missa is a mess below him. He keeps thanking Phil, and Phil kisses him to shut him up.

He tells him he's gonna knock him up, gonna cum deep inside him so he can never doubt how much he's loved, because the reminder will be with him.

Missa's eyes roll back and he grasps at Phil's wings and he desperately hopes his seed takes because Phil is right, if he's pregnant he can't doubt his worth, he wants it, he selfishly wants to keep Phil and for the whole island to know what they'd done.

Of course breeding is most effective when they do it repeatedly, just to make sure, and every time Phil takes his time to map out Missa's body with his lips and tongue

#💌.asks #🪽.txt #🪽.drabbles #Idk if this counts but tagging it anyway ahdkdjd #🐦‍⬛/🦴

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player1064 · 3 months

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Carraville drabble idea, if you like! Present day. Gary has a really tough day, Salford and United lose, maybe he's got personal issues with his marriage, or maybe he's divorced and outed by the press or something. It's suppossed to be his birthday weekend or something but he has a totally shit day(s). Jamie notices and give him a little present or something and it's like the brightest little spot of sunshine in Gary's day. Either pre-Carraville or they are already carrying on. (NO PRESSURE just had this little plot bunny hopping around in my head!)

ASTONISHINGLY I've finally managed to write an actual short drabble length drabble rather than a full on 1k+ word fic.... love love love the idea of Jamie being in tune with Gary's moods and trying to cheer him up he WOULD do that. he'd probably do a terrible job at it but he Would try....

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There’s a knock at Gary’s hotel room door, to which he responds by pulling a pillow over his head and ignoring it.

Except then there’s another knock, and another, and Gary is left with no choice but to call out “leave me alone, Carragher,” because there’s no-one else it could feasibly be.

Naturally, Jamie doesn’t listen, and the knocks continue. He starts drumming out annoying little patterns, until eventually Gary is forced to get up off the bed and stomp over to the door, pulling it open with a glare.

“Jesus, took you long enough,” greets Jamie with a grin. “Was worried the food were gonna get cold.”

Gary squints at him. “What food?”

“The food I text you about an hour ago,” says Jamie, holding up a large paper bag. “Got us a cheeky nandos. You gonna let us in, then, or will I have to eat out here in the hall?”

“Y’could fuck off to your own room,” Gary grumbles, but he steps back to let Jamie in. “Sorry I didn’t see your text. Turned my phone off, for obvious reasons.”

Jamie goes straight for the bed and immediately makes himself comfortable, sitting up against the headboard without even bothering to take his shoes off. He turns on the TV for background noise and starts unpacking the bag, putting the little boxes into two piles.

“You’re so dramatic, Gary, honestly,” he says absent-mindedly, “nobody cares if your shit teams lost their fixtures, there’s still months left in season.”

“’Cause you’ll be such a delight when your lot lose the league cup tomorrow, won’t you?” Gary replies, but he reluctantly goes to sit down on the other side of the bed.

“Oh fuck off, I’m always a delight.”

They sit and eat their food in a semi-comfortable silence, interrupted occasionally by Jamie talking at whatever rubbish is on the TV (usually with his mouth full). His dirty shoes stay resting up on the clean white sheets, and Gary almost forgets to care. He also almost forgets that he was meant to be moping.

Almost.

“You don’t need to coddle me, y’know,” he says quietly, staring down at a spot on the duvet rather than trying to face Jamie. “I mean, obviously thank you for the food, but I don’t – you’re right, ‘s not the end of the world that both my shit teams lost.”

“I know,” Jamie says, reaching out to lightly bump Gary’s knee with his fist. “I were gonna do this anyway, I’ve been craving a nandos all week. An’ I always find it weird, when we’re in the same hotel but don’t talk to each other ‘til work the next day. United losing earlier is just an unexpected bonus, like.”

“Ha,” Gary says flatly, but manages to will himself to look back up at Jamie.

Jamie’s got his lips pursed, watching Gary carefully. When Gary meets his eyes, though, his whole face splits into a beaming smile. “Well, lad, since y’don’t need me to coddle you, I s’pose you won’t be wanting the dairy milk I bought, will you?”

There’s something a bit warm and buzzy building up in his chest. He does what he always does when that happens, and ignores it.

“Gimme it,” he says, reaching across to try grab the chocolate out of Jamie’s hands. “Not like you’re gonna eat it, are you, you vain fuck.”

#thank you sara for the prompttttt!!!#idk if takeaway and chocolate bars count as a present. though if someone brought ME a nandos and a chocolate I'd propose on the spot tbh #carraville #drabbles

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esha-isboogara · 2 years

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we own the night

i’m kind of on a tokyo ghoul kick rn soooo😩 do people even consume content for that anymore ??excuse the cringe

uta aka the king of aftercare

☆mentions of smut

bright rays of sunlight warmed your face as your eyes fluttered open to greet the day. your skin felt warm against the cool sheets giving you a great sensation. two large arms were wrapped around your waist giving you a sense of security.

This. This was one of the small moments you lived for.

you gazed upon your significant others resting face. You couldn’t help but admire how peaceful he looked in his slumber. his breath was ragged but that didn’t subtract from his beauty. those piercings glinted in light making him look almost angelic

his eyes shot open suddenly and his red pupils met yours.

“well good morning darling girl”. he muttered,pulling you closer to him if even possible “i’m surprised you’re up so early after all the shit we did last night. i would have thought you’d be passed all day”.

he wasn’t wrong. your legs were in immense pain. if you had been able to walk you would have left the bed ages ago to get breakfast started. all the places he nipped at hurt like hell as well.

“i just missed you so much i had to wake up extra early”. you giggled , laying you head on his bare chest.

he glanced at the bed side clock. “it’s 12pm”.

you shrugged off his statement. “extra early just like i said”.

uta laughed and placed his hand on your back, rubbing gentle circles. it was always so good to hear him laugh- it meant he was relaxed.

“i guess we should get up and shower huh”? he asked ,cupping your face in his hands so he could see your pretty face.

you nodded. “you’ll have to carry me though..and you have to get bandaids for all these marks”.

“oh you know i will. you’re my sweet girl i’d never make you do anything on your own”.

it was safe to say you were properly in love with this man.

#AHHHH #writing fluff is so hard :(#idk how y’all do it #it’s the effort that counts though #plus i miss seeing tokyo ghoul stuff on my dash #tokyo ghoul #tokyo ghoul x reader #tokyo ghoul fluff #uta x reader #uta tokyo ghoul #my emo baby #anime x reader #anime fluff #anime writing #drabble #blurb #fluffy blurb #fluffy drabble #esha writes

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maskyartist · 4 months

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ANYONE ASK FOR FERAL AU FANFIC?

NO?

TOO BAD UR GETTIN IT ANYWAYS! :D

#Masky found the writing pen #trolls dreamworks #trolls clay #trolls viva #trolls cliva #they’re together in the fic it’s not the focus but it counts #trolls Brozone #feral putt putts AU #drabble #i don’t usually do writing but idk I like this one #it’s got an energy

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fourphoenixfeathers · 1 year

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Commando Ingo Treyn reporting. My pod has landed safely. Any survivors, please respond.

Commando Ingo Treyn reporting, requesting backup from any able survivors. The indigenous species are hostile and I am running out of supplies. Please respond.

Ingo Treyn. I'm injured. I don't know how long I can hold them off. Hard to do with half the firepower. Someone please respond.

Ingo Treyn. No one is coming, are they?

Emmet I'm sorry. It was just supposed to be a simple delivery run. Quick jump to Procyon and back, get paid, take a vacation while you recover. I shouldn't have left you. We would have found a way, we always did. Now I'm dying on some damn backwater. I'm sorry. I love you.

Transmissions from a survivor of the UES Contact Light crash. Commando Treyn ceased transmission 34 hours after the incident and was not found. Presumed dead.

Engineer Emmet Treyn has requested to be placed on the crew of the UES Safe Travels. Request approved. Close supervision by superiors highly recommended.

[Art for this entry] [Next]

#submas #risk of rain 2 #ror2 #fic #heehoo writing go brrrrr #does this count as a drabble #idk #i thought to myself why Ingo would be on the Contact Light without emmet #and i decided emmet was ill and ingo needed to keep working #ironic that contact light was originally supposed to go to procyon instead of petrichor v considering my other au concerning procyon #rae writes

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whumpshaped · 7 months

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"im not rly writing im just doing drabbles :/"

the drabbles

#first is from my previous blog #second is this blog #third is the one i started recently that has all my drabbles from november bc i wanted to make it easier to count for nano lol #all that to say idk guys i think it adds up #so if u think its nothing when u write a 700 word drabble #im here to tell u it is Something #irlshaped

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bones-of-a-rabbit · 2 years

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A Robot Can’t Make Irrational Decisions

or at least, they shouldn’t

A short something based on my readerbot AU, where, you guessed it, the reader is a spruced up version of a staff bot that gained sentience and whom Moon, while infected with the virus, finds interesting enough to torment every night.

CW for: mentions of dismemberment, implied character death. Angst with no fluff, no resolution.

FNaF:SB Moondrop/Reader short drabble

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You ran through the back halls of the complex, circuits crackling as you tried to push yourself to move faster. All in vain, of course, you weren't built to be anything spectacular- only ever to fix. And, apparently, be fixed.

The security animatronic was only four strides behind you now. Much closer and he would leap the last sliver of distance to pounce upon you like a cat with a mouse.

You turned a corner and ahead, glowing eerily cold in the dark, was the maintenance center- and the protective cylinder. An idea crackled through your processors like lightning. You raced into the cylinder without hesitating, skidding to a halt at one of the keyboard mainframes inside. On the farthest left side of the keyboard was a large switch, trapped under a heavy protective glass.

(EMERGENCY MANUAL LOCK AND RELEASE.)

The small red light beside the switch indicated that it was inaccessible. You slammed a hand on the keys, jarring the machine to life, and immediately slammed through as many gates and passwords as your higher clearance protocols knew. You glanced back.

He was at the end of the hallway, head cocked entirely to one side. Watching you. The instant your eyes met, he started to move.

(EMPLOYEE NUMBER NOT RECOGNIZED. ACCESS DENIED.)

Your servos were running faster than they ever should have, making every movement quiver just slightly. You punched the keys again and again, racing through password after password, through every access code and employee serial number you knew. You glanced up.

He had picked up to a run, that horrible grin only now visible in the dim light swallowing the hallway behind him.

You were rattling now and if you'd had a mouth with which to scream, you would have just then, in frustration and fear and desperation. You were so, so, so close, and you only had seconds to lose, and still you were stuck behind this one, single roadblock, as though you'd gotten this far for nothing,

(ACCESS APPROVED.)

You nearly froze, inner systems buffering for fractions of a second before you threw the glass case open. You gripped the lever with both hands, heaving against it, but it was stuck solid, as immobile as concrete. You were shaking all over now, stupidly glancing back once again.

He was going to tear you apart.

You threw all of your weight against the lever. It creaked.

Moon could practically feel his fingers digging into your back, ripping the flimsy metal open and pulling your wires out by the handfuls. He was so close, so close- he leapt, hands outstretched-

The switch flipped with a deafening THUNK, and the cylinder doors rushed shut.

CRACK

thumf

You stayed completely still, half convinced you'd been too late. Finally, you lifted your head, daring one more glance at the doorway.

The doors had closed the majority of the way, only a few inches apart- Moon caught between them, splayed across the floor. He was twitching, fingers leaving occasional gouges in the floor- trapped, but unharmed.

You stared down at him, circuits still crackling and scorching from the fear and the chase. He let out a warbled gargle and his legs started trying to find purchase on the floor, shuffling awkwardly.

Your hands were still on the switch. You gripped it tighter.

You heaved.

thunk

The doors slid open. Moon fell onto his stomach, disoriented. You pushed.

THUNK

CRACK

Moon let out a loud groan and started to thrash.

You heaved the switch back.

thunk

You pushed it with all your weight.

THUNK

CRICK

His voice box made a staticky fizzle.

thunk

THUNK

CRCKK

thunk

THUNK

CRRACK

thunk

THUNK

CRUNCH

Moon’s high pitched shriek was cut off short. Finally, the two doors connected snugly. Moon was silent, sprawled across the floor, half in and half out of the protective cylinder. You backed away. Your back hit the wall and you slid down to sit against the glass.

He wouldn't be hurting you tonight. You were full of terror anyway.

Neither of you moved all night.

#fnaf x reader #fnaf au #fanfic drabble #fanfic short #fnaf moon x reader #angst #content warning #character death #readerbot #readerbot au #repairbot au #repairbot reader au #moondrop x reader #does this count as dark? idk #dark fic #i wrote this instead of sleeping #and now it’s six am #hahaaaa I’m intelligent #qeued post

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good-beanswrites · 10 months

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Hello!! If you're still taking requests for that drabble game, might I request either Strength with Kotoko + Mikoto or Weak with Amane + Futa? It's fine if you aren't doing it anymore, of course

I've been in this fanbase since trial one and out of all the things I've read, your writing is probably amongst my favorite! (Even if I haven't finished going through it all yet...) I hope you have a splendid day! <3

!!!!! You are so kind waaahh this completely made my day, thank you ;---; I'm so glad you're enjoying omg ✨And thanks for these, they were really cool and fitting combos!! I tried to do a dual-perspective of Kotoko and Mikoto's pre-T2 fight, and I posted the one for Weak below.

Strength can manifest in a variety of ways, not just physically. Kotoko had a strong determination, for example. Mikoto had a powerful way with people. She showed solid self control and willpower. He held to strict deadlines and routines. She maintained a sharp intelligence. He upheld an unshakeable resolve.

Also, they were both ridiculously physically strong.

The pair came to this realization around the same time. They’d gotten a taste of the others’ power when clashing in the interrogation room, but it had begun suddenly and ended just as quickly. This time was different. They stood in the center of the panopticon, with the echoing space to themselves. As Kotoko swung a punch toward Mikoto, and he caught her against his forearms, they had a moment to gauge the other’s muscle.

Kotoko stared into his eyes, which had a different sort of awareness to them now. He’s more coordinated, she thought, he must not be the same one I faced before. He’s leaning on the strength in his arms -- he’s not using his legs to their fullest potential. It doesn’t matter, given the raw force of his blows. Has he trained for fights, or just built his muscles in general?

Mikoto stared into her eyes, returning her fiery gaze. Fuck, this lady’s strong.

She wound up again. He retaliated quickly. She shoved his back into the guard’s tower. He sidestepped her next attack.

He didn’t really care why his fellow prisoner had come charging at him swinging, but she made sure he knew.

“The warden may not be able to administer punishments,” she said in between timed breaths, “so they entrusted me with that responsibility. This is justice, for the lives you’ve taken. You won’t be able to hurt anyone else.”

He broke into harsh laughter. “You’re one crazy motherfucker! You’re the only person hurting anyone.” He tried to grab her, but she slipped from his arms. His eyes narrowed, laughter dying away with unsettling speed. “But there’s no way in hell I’m letting you hurt me.”

Kotoko was struck by the way he said it. Her voice had shaken with the very same determination when putting herself between an innocent citizen and some creep. It was how she felt now, trying to keep his violent hands away from the other prisoners. There were children here, weak and scared. Es themself was just a child, and had already suffered his violence. She refused to let this villain cause any more pain. “I’m doing what needs to be done. You’re nothing but a murderous monster.” She swung her fist.

Mikoto caught her by the wrist, forcing her to look at the blood caked in her hand. He didn’t know whose it was, but it wasn't either of theirs. “You’re the fucking monster!” He shoved her backwards. “And I’m gonna kill you for it…!”

He didn’t know how she could think she was the hero in this whole situation. He was the one protecting someone else.

Neither held back. Mikoto wheezed as her boots connected. Kotoko cringed as Mikoto landed a solid hit on her face. There was some shouting from the hallway. Their resolves hardened. Mikoto wasn’t going to let anyone else threaten him. Kotoko wasn’t going to let him threaten anyone else. They were strong, they reminded themselves. They had to end this now.

The two charged at one another. A moment before they were set to collide, they both cried out in pain. Blinding white light flooded the dark panopticon. They clutched their eyes, stumbling away from one another. A figure shoved through, planting himself between them.

“Stop this, both of you!” It was Kazui.

“Get outta my way,” Mikoto growled.

“This is not your concern,” Kotoko said, blinking in the light.

The spotlight in the guard’s tower had been switched on, pointed directly at them. Kazui remained in place. “That’s enough. Look at yourselves, for god’s sake!”

Under the harsh light, they now saw the sort of state they were in. Mikoto’s uniform had torn in new places, blood seeping through. He could taste some in his mouth, too. Kotoko’s face was cut. Her leg ached. They stood covered in bruises, panting.

“Go back to your cells,” Kazui commanded. “We’ll sort this out in the morning.”

Kotoko squared her shoulders. “There’s nothing to sort out. He’s a murderer. I won’t lose to him.”

“This bitch tried to kill me. I’m not letting her get away with it.”

“I don’t care.” Kazui said simply. “Call it a draw. You’ll both tear yourselves apart if you keep going.”

They continued staring at one another as if their gaze alone could take them to the ground, but neither moved to fight.

Mikoto felt a pang of guilt. Lost in adrenaline, he didn’t realize how banged up he was. He thought of how much pain he’d experience in the upcoming days. The whole point was to save himself from harm.

Kotoko cursed Kazui for interrupting her. As one of the forgiven, he was supposed to be on her side. Even if he wasn’t honorable enough to see her as an ally, she’d have to be the bigger person. She wouldn’t threaten him.

Neither was happy about conceding, but couldn't think of a better option given their end goals.

Kazui remained between them as they stalked off to their respective cells.

“A temporary draw,” Kotoko muttered to Mikoto. She flashed a grin that felt more like an animal baring its teeth.

He returned the smile. “You won't be so lucky next time.”

#milgram #kotoko yuzuhira #mikoto kayano #kazui is there too #uhhh sorry if you meant bonding between them -- this just ended up flowing really well 😭#honestly though in my mind they both are secretly impressed with the others strength #like they werent expecting them to be so powerful but their glad at least their opponent is a worthy one #i suppose its leaning into the trikoto theory but kotoko specifically comments on mikoto being a bad fighter in his interrogation #so itd make sense if it were a third alter that could actually give her a challenge #im not much of an action writer but i always wondered how their fight ended in a draw #neither are the type to just back down and call it a tie #and logically kotoko would have knocked mikoto out so hed switch back -- but i would count that as her win ya know?#so i had to think about how each of their own goals might stop them #it was yuno in the guards tower btw -- though idk why it was just left unlocked asdfdsfd #AHH thank you so much :'))) that made me so happy waaahh #ive been having a blast with these and its so fun to know others are liking them too!#i hope you enjoyed :D #and hmm maybe once ive done mug's requests in a day or two ill try my hand at a gentler one between them...#drabbles

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hmerus · 1 year

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THE DEATH OF A QUEEN.

summary; sidra deactivated, and her mutuals as well as now-widowed husband go to her funeral

SIDRA had been someone who was compassionate, kind, even, she was always there for others when they needed it the most, preferring to take care of others than herself, she was selfless and an amazing friend.

and now she's gone, a lifeless corpse in her stead.

her friends had been informed of the woman's death during the late hours of the night, with duchess nora being the first person who had found out from sidra's husband, jeremy agrece, and then everyone else quickly found out from the duchess of their dear friend's death, all of them struck by sorrow of losing a dear friend, ally, and sibling. later on the day, the same person who first found out of sidra's death had prepared her funeral, none other than duchess nora, sidra's twin and practically best friend, with the late woman's widow helping to cover the funds of his late wife's funeral.

the first to arrive were aurelia and her boyfriend, and then came along jaqueline alongside with brook and rose, and then came along everybody else, a glum look on everyone's faces, only saying their greetings and condolences towards the relatives of sidra's, worried glances occasionally aimed at the recently-widowed blue haired man who had been uncharacteristically quiet the entire funeral, seemingly lost in thought.

practically everyone was uncharacteristically quiet, even those who were known to be loud and chaotic were silent, almost lost in thought, the only ones who did speak were trying to comfort others or saying their speech about sidra.

she had been loved, by both her friends and husband, but now she's gone, and only time will tell when the scar of her death will be healed.

sidra xxxx-2023.

#THIS IS A BLURB/DRABBLE!!! IDK IF THIS COUNTS AS OFFENSIVE AND I WILL DELETE THIS POST IF IT'S ACTUALLY OFFENSIVE.#yeah there's no comfort in this. so. um. suffer with me.

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oldphone-whodis · 2 years

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c Purpled and c Technoblade interacting would be so funny though

And it could be reasoned out very well!

So Purpled and Techno know each other to a small degree already. Purpled obviously knows of Techno because of his infamy on the server.

But Purpled ALSO KNOWS TECHNO THROUGH SQUID KID

Yes. Purpled and Squid Kid are friends. And we know of the Potato War between Techno and Squid Kid

So what if

Techno vaguely recognizes Purpled from somewhere but he can't place where.

So Purpled has done his ADHD thing where he's just jumping to conclusions. So Purpled thinks Techno knows and is just giving them a chance for a fresh start or something.

And then, the kid just offhandedly mentions Squid Kid

And Techno just goes REELING because wtf???

Techno didn't exactly forget Squid Kid. That would mean forgetting a whole war and his epic win. Being Number One in Potatoes is glorifying for him!

But he wouldn't say he thinks of Squid Kid at all. He's not really an important guy in his day-to-day life now.

This random guy he knows sort of through Tommy and Ranboo and Dream too! This guy knows Squid Kid???

And they're apparently friends? And Purpled didn't even consider telling Techno that???

Purpled just says, "I thought you knew."

And Techno is embarrassed and also kind of mad. Was he supposed to have known that? Was that a whole thing? Some unspoken message.

So Techno lets Purpled know that NO HE DIDN'T KNOW. WHAT??

Purpled just shrugs. He is honestly not very bothered by that. He does find the misunderstanding funny though.

#purpled #technoblade #dsmp #mcyt #does this count as a drabble or?#idk the smaller writing terms have always confused me

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