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#100 Word Drabble
novankenn · 9 months
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That’s it! You’re having a time-out… (100 words)
Pyrrha: But…
Jaune: Ah. No speaking. You and Nora are in time-out for the next ten minutes.
Nora: We…
Jaune: Ah. No talking either, Nora, or do you want me to add another ten minutes?
Nora and Pyrrha shake their heads while looking at the floor while seated on Jaune’s bed.
Jaune: I don't understand what is going on with you two. Flashing Ruby. Assaulting Yang, and now this? It’s like you’re trying too hard to get someone’s attention…
Pyrrha and Nora blush, hoping Jaune finally clues in.
Jaune: If you are… this is NOT the way to get it.
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writeforfandoms · 1 month
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Feeling a little silly, have a little 100 word drabble for @deadbranch challenge.
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You stared at the veritable explosion in the living room. What looked to be every skein of yarn you owned lay strewn about, most of them at least half unraveled. Needles and hooks littered the mess like shining pieces of multi-colored shrapnel. The vase had been knocked over (somehow not broken), flowers everywhere.
In the middle of the chaos stood Gaz and the dog.
Neither of you owned a dog.
"I don't want to know," you said, holding up one hand just as Gaz opened his mouth. "Just... clean it up."
Shoulders deflated, Gaz offered only a sheepish, "Yes ma'am."
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alidravana · 1 month
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100 Word Drabble
Decided to try @deadbranch's 100 word drabble for today, and apologies, cause of course the angst came out...
The ground trembled, causing Keegan to jerk upright to find himself in bed, the sheets pooled low on his hips, a warm body beside him. “You okay, Keegan?” Logan murmured, a hand reaching back in a half-hearted, yet still sleep-filled attempt to comfort his partner.     “Yeah, sorry,” Keegan mumbled, laying back down in the bed as he tried to banish the memories from his mind; of cities crumbling, the screams, and his own horror of the ground breaking directly under his feet, Ajax grabbing his hand, saving him from falling to his death.   But his heart wouldn’t let him rest.  
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talshiargirlfriend · 5 months
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Giggling to myself about this one… Drabble time
“So does this mean you and my science officer have worked out your differences?”
Trip swung around to face the captain, sloshing some beer out of his glass in the process.
“Sir?”
“Don’t sir me, Trip. I’m not asking on behalf of Starfleet. I’m just … checking in, as a concerned friend.”
“Ah, well, thanks, but you don’t need to worry. I’m fine.”
Jon set his glass down and rubbed the bridge of his nose. “You know you’re one of my best friends, Trip… but, uh, so is T’Pol.”
Trip narrowed his eyes, “Wait a minute. Is this a shovel talk?!”
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shadeysprings · 8 months
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Bored
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— Loki x F!Reader
100-word drabble
Warnings — fingers at play, noncon/dubcon undertones.
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You stop his hand when you feel it creep up your thigh underneath the table.
He digs his nails into your flesh. You hide your wince and pull your hand back, allowing him to reach further, fingers tickling your inner thigh.
“You know better than to stop me, pet.” He scolds under his breath, hand clenching against the table when he cups your sex.
“I’m sorry.”
“You’ll be forgiven once I’m sated.”
You bite your lip when you feel his digits brush against your panties, moving them to the side, suppressing a moan when he rubs slowly against your clit.
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fanfic-phoenix · 22 days
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Satine Week 2024 - Day 3: Tears
Rating: General
Word Count: 100
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Satine huddled closer to the fire, her back to both of them.
Qui-Gon was sleeping already.  Obi-Wan was deep into his meditation, apparently drawing on the Force to sense any intruders to their little camp before they could get close.  (Satine had her doubts, but she wasn’t about to say that.)
For her own part, Satine huddled herself closer to the fire, her back to both of them.  Her cloak had ripped, but she still held it tight about herself.  The rip was nothing compared to the suffering of her people.  The fate of her dead.
Satine’s breath shivered, but she held herself steady.  She would not cry.
She would not cry.
(Sorry it's late guys!!)
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turanga4 · 7 months
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Lil Baby Turanga's First Lil Remadora
@remadoramicrofics. thankfully it's very smol.
prompt: Day 7, Hundred Word Challenge.
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He shouldn’t have allowed it. He knew better than she did.
How something builds, swells, inside you, and then all of it just breaks.
I’m pregnant, she tells him. Acid bubbles in his voiceless throat.
Kingsley paces. Molly frets. Dora’s father hides in ditches. Something Remus put inside her tears her up beneath her skin.
Dora clutches her belly before the bump shows, and he knows he’s still a monster when the moon is just a shard.
But his wife understands something that he can’t
(does he know better?)
to see what’s
growing
changing
spreading
and yet love it, nonetheless.
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*Drabble*
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Sesshomaru's swords seem to have minds of their own and when it comes to one girl, their thoughts are loud enough even for him to hear.
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His swords adore her.
He realizes this when Rin begins residing in the village.
Tenseiga becomes more…awake, when he visits, actively reacting to her presence like it’s encountering an old friend. It grows alert, chatty, the sentiments heard as plainly as spoken words.
Sometimes it’s beaming with pride. “What a great idea, wasn’t it? Resurrecting her.” Sometimes it’s despairing and apologetic. “I’m sorry I couldn’t save her again.”
Occasionally, Bakusaiga even chimes in. “Do you think she remembers it’s my birthday today?”
They’ve made themselves quite clear.
While he may be their master, it’s Rin they long to serve.
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running-with-kn1ves · 2 years
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Drabble #2
"Don't worry, we still have 15 more minutes."
"Y-yes but this is supposed to be a budgetary meeting!"
The man kissed your neck, avoiding your protests as he snaked his arms around you. He nipped at your ear and pressed his chest up against your back.
"Sir please--"
Hastily he undid two buttons on your shirt-- but only two. It was enough room for him to slither his hand inside your clothing. Your boss grabbed at anything he could, daring to go lower as you squeaked. He sucked tenderly at the flesh of your shoulder, grinding hard up against you.
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A little 100 word drabble for 30+ fanfic discord
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novankenn · 1 month
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a Covenant
Weiss Schnee, Ilia Amitola, Jaune Arc...
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All have suffered the pain of heart break. Can these wounded hearts heal one another? Do they even want to?
An epiphany… and discovery
A Question
An admission? Kinda of… not really…
Really???
Denials
All that for nothing?
Guide me Senpai!
An Explanation… or the start of one…
… and it continues
Questions… and an insult?
Tension in the… broom closet?
Nope… Not doing this alone
Being Talked Around
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writeforfandoms · 1 month
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I was trying not to write for him yet... but this idea came to me in the shower and wouldn't leave. Yet another 100 word drabble for the drabble challenge hosted by @deadbranch
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"Woods. Mason." You nodded in greeting the two as they passed you in the hallway. They nodded in return, impassive but for the wink Frank threw your way.
With reputations like theirs, gossip was natural, even hidden behind folders or in private corners.
You'd overheard more than one woman wondering where those two ended up when they weren't on duty. Who was lucky enough to fall into bed with one or the other.
Your lips twitched. You didn't have to wonder.
You knew Alex would be at your door tonight.
The two of you would be quite busy until dawn.
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#45 for the drabble game, please!
From here...
#45: "You're getting a vasectomy. That's final."
My discord bot randomly selected The Little Mermaid, so without further ado, here's a modern AU take loosely inspired by that sequel I've never actually seen...
“You’re getting a vasectomy. That’s final.”
“But, Ariel…” 
“I’m not going through that again,” Ariel insisted. 
“I know your family is a bit much.”
“You’re making this about my family?”
“Um,” Eric hemmed. “Well, you seemed happy enough until that inlaw showed up at the christening.”
“She wasn’t family,” Ariel replied. “Not really.”
Eric sighed. “That’s not the point.” 
“Well, what do you suggest?”
“Can we just wait another few months and not do anything drastic? It’s not like we would have another for at least another year or two, anyway.” 
“Fine, I suppose it’s only been a few days.”
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talshiargirlfriend · 4 months
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The third time she holds in a breath with her lips parted for speech before blowing it out again wordlessly Trip finally cracks. “Ok, T’Pol, what’s bugging you?”
“I believe we are the joint subject of matchmaking efforts.”
“You noticed that too, huh?”
“Dr Phlox hasn’t been particularly subtle with his decontamination procedures or comments at the captain’s table, and we were seated together at his Denobulan New Year gathering.”
“Oh, uh,” he feels his ears turn red, “that last one was actually me.”
“Oh?” That eyebrow is going to be the death of him.
“I just … enjoy your company.”
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shadeysprings · 8 months
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Carved
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— Loki x F!Reader
100-word drabble
Warnings — implied noncon, knife play, bondage.
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Your skin burns as the bloodied knife drops on the bed, your arms straining from the binds on your wrists, and your nose flaring as you try to breathe through the gag.
“So beautiful.” Loki drones as his hand runs up the split skin, his eyes dark while he stares at the mark he’s made.
You look at him in fear, pulling once more on your restraints as your body goes rigid. Pain shoots up your spine when he presses hard against the lesion, blood smearing, tears spilling down your face as he slowly fills you with his cock.
“Mine.”
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fanfic-phoenix · 22 days
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Satine Week 2024 - Day 4: Cat
Rating: General
Word Count: 100
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"My father was allergic to cats," she lied.
“It wasn’t mine, it was my cousin’s.  I never had a pet.”
“Why not?”
Satine knelt to Korkie’s level, gazing with him at the old holo he’d pulled out.  How could she explain to him the dangers of politics, the risk of war?  How could she tell him of being sent - more than once - to Coruscant by her parents to escape assassination?  How could she explain that they could never have a lothcat, because it was a liability?  Korkie had never lived in that world; she refused to bring him into it.
“My father was allergic to cats,” she lied.
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