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quirkle2 · 3 months

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who wants zombie au writing. don't answer that ur getting it anyway (1.6k words)

His shoes knock against the old flooring of the house, wood creaking under rubber soles that slide over the woodgrain. He drags them a bit, lifts his limbs up no more than he strictly has to, and they lead him to the nearest sittable surface.

The couch is old and dusty and has likely gone untouched for months, much like everything else nowadays, so he watches the thin cloud of dust billow off the cushions largely with disinterest. He collapses into the fabric heavily, feels the whole thing scoot back an inch and hit the wall behind him. The sound echoes, carried by lifeless rooms, while he unceremoniously drops his backpack to the floor by his feet.

The breath he lets out is slow and methodical and born of pent up muscles, aimed at the ceiling where he rests his neck against the back of the couch and relaxes every limb one by one. It’s a process he forces himself through, if only to rid the constant ache beneath his skin.

Slow, sweeping footsteps meander around the room in front of him, and Ritsu angles his gaze down from his craned back position to look at his brother. He wanders, like he so often does—seemingly aimless, but there’s something procedural about it that he’s convinced he just hasn’t figured out yet.

Shigeo’s empty eyes crawl along the hearth of the fireplace, explosions of ash sprayed out across the red brick. His head tilts up to trace his attention around the angular lines of the television, hung on the wall and screen grey with dust. He flits back and forth between the roundness of the bricked mantle and the sharp edges of the screen, like he’s taking notes.

Shigeo paws the television. Four lines of muck are cleared. The zombie blinks, paws at it again with dusty, curious fingers. Ritsu watches him make a mess of the television screen in silence, blinking tiredly.

He almost closes his eyes, but he fights against the urge and moves his fingers down his lap to reach for his bag. His middle hooks around the loop at the top and he lugs it up and into his lap, where he unzips it and peers into the shadowy contents.

Ritsu fishes out the water bottles. He finds the one with the messy R scribbled along the cap in sharpie and takes a big swig of it. It’s warm going down, constantly insulated in a bag of old, sweaty clothes. He feels like he can taste the odor in it, but it clears the grain in his throat from stomping all over dirt roads today, so he’s still grateful.

He holds out the one labeled S to Shigeo. “Thirsty?”

Shigeo looks at him from where he’s crouched down to the floor now, inspecting the soot along the hearth. Unfortunately, he sees handprints in the black already, and when his brother reaches a hand out to take it, his palm is covered in soot.

He lets him have his fun and settles his own bottle back in the mess of tangled clothes and rolls of bandages. Ritsu rakes his fingers through their stock with no real purpose—he knows exactly what’s in here, and none of it is useful.

They’d been searching all day; Ritsu doesn’t really know how far they’d walked, but it had to be a lot of miles. In and out of stores, up and down empty houses, weaving between warehouses—they didn’t really stop for a break. Not when Ritsu can hear Shigeo’s stomach from here and he himself has shaking hands. They can’t afford a break.

Nothing, though. Not a single goddamn thing worth taking. A settlement must have come through here long ago and swept the highway. They’re in the countryside, where houses are spaced out acres from each other and there’s entire cow pastures between properties. And yet every house they’d seen and entered provided nothing.

Ritsu stares into the negative space in his bag where there should be supplies. His stomach cramps and if he smells another whiff of that godawful sweaty, bloody sweatshirt he still carries, he’s going to throw up bile.

He leans away from the open pouch, eyes wandering to his brother who draws… something into the soot of the hearth. His water bottle sits on the floor, abandoned and still unscrewed. Ritsu leans forward with great effort and a grunt, leaning over his bag to grab at the top of it.

It takes him two tries to get Shigeo’s attention, and one more for an answer on where the cap is. It’s then placed in his palm, covered in soot and also saliva. Ritsu swallows down the nausea that rolls up his throat and wipes it off with his frankly already disgusting sleeve, and screws it back on.

He leans back again, succumbing to the urge to let his eyes rest, and he listens to the very subtle swipe of his brother’s hands across brick. There’s birds outside, chirping, and even though it’s still very much a common occurrence, Ritsu cannot help but feel nostalgic about it.

If he ignores the awful hum of silence, and the distinct lack of an electric thrum throughout the walls, and the fact that this is a stranger’s couch and not his, he can almost imagine normalcy. He can almost say this feels like those quiet moments after school, when he settles on the couch and scrolls through his phone in a house that only holds him and his brother because their parents simply aren’t home yet.

He can almost hear the creak of wood from Shigeo walking around his room upstairs. He can almost tap his fingers on the couch cushions to the pattern of his brother making his way down the steps. He can almost hear the fridge opening, and the sound of milk being poured into glass.

Almost. But Ritsu listens to sharp silence instead, and he tries not to think too hard.

He drifts for a while, feels himself truly sink into the couch and let the cushions claim him, and he thinks about nothings because if he doesn’t, then he’ll lose it. He carefully sifts through the nothingness of his mind, through the passing thoughts that have no bearing, and he focuses on that, on the lack of substance. His head is too full of things that have too much substance.

He misses boredom. He tells himself he misses boredom—the complete insubstantiality of it—because if he lets himself think of what he really misses, it’ll drive him insane.

The cushions move, and Ritsu peels his eyes open and lets himself get pulled from liminal mindspace. The cotton in his head recedes, and he blinks, and then he’s swiveling his head to look at his brother who sits in the cushion right next to him.

His hands and the cuffs of his hoodie are smothered in black. Shigeo sits hunched, gaze still wandering even when there’s not much decoration in this house to look at. He studies the off-white walls, the chips in the paint, the holes drilled in where there maybe used to be photos hung.

Ritsu gazes at him quietly, chest instinctively rising and falling to match his brother’s rhythm. He watches the expansion there, under his hoodie, in the subtlety of the folds and the way they warp over the movement. It’s slightly quicker than what he’s used to, but Ritsu knows his brother’s heart rate is much slower. He’s felt it before. He’s listened to it before, with his ear against a chest.

Ritsu’s attention moves to his eyes, and the heavy bags underneath them, and the paleness of his pupils and the ghostlight of him underneath that. He stares into them, looks for stray, familiar thoughts that might enter his head. Looks for old memories that might shine through in the form of recognition when he sees furniture layouts, and candy wrappers, and ads for soda.

Ritsu looks for it all the time, that glint of familiarity. And he finds it, sometimes. And really, he thinks that’s keeping him going more than food ever will.

Shigeo turns his head, and looks at him. Sometimes, when his brother looks at him, there’s not much there. No substance, no anything. And Ritsu finds it a bit evil that he craves silence in his own head, and yet noise in Shigeo’s, and often times it is the other way around.

His brother looks at him now, though, with that comforting recognition. That growth of the pupils, that softening of the hard edges of his face where unknown stressors have gotten to him. Ritsu wonders what zombies get stressed out. He figures it’s the same deal with humans, considering they’re largely alike.

Ritsu wonders if Shigeo knows he’s sick. He wishes he could ask him. He wishes for a lot of things. Silence in his own head is one of them.

Ritsu swivels his head away and stares at the ceiling, if only to force the thoughts to pause. He studies the popcorn ridges above them, traces the peaks with his gaze. It calms him, gives him something to focus on. He looks for patterns in the shadows they make.

Shigeo shifts next to him. And then he shimmies down, settles into the cushions, and plops his head right down on Ritsu’s shoulder.

Static roars in his mind and his heart stammers. Ritsu swallows the lump in his throat but that just makes it bigger, so he clamps his mouth shut and breathes carefully through his nose.

The tears cut through the grime on his face. He plops his own head down against his brother’s, and lives in the noise.

#qkwrites #zombie au #hi <3 #why am i nervous to share this . jayshut up #just to be clear this isn't going to be a full fic #i don't ? believe in my ability to write a Good zombie apocalypse story #at least one in a novel-like layout yaknow #partly bc i know i'll struggle w the logistics and consistency #but also bc i haven't seen a whole lot of zombie media before #i've never watched the walking dead i've never seen any of the popular zombie movies or shows #i think i watched zombieland 2 once ... the one with woody harrelson and thatone guy #uhm. he looks a bit like michael cera but he's Not michael cera. im not crazy he Does resemble him #jesse eisenberg there it is #but that's.the extent of my experience with zombie things #so i!!! wouldn't know if im just making overdone cliche shit #i prolly already am.this concept is prolly old news. i wouldn't know i don't fucking watch zombie stuff VGEAIYVA #idk.my confidence for this isn't there so im not makin it a fic even tho i kinda want to #but i do still wanna write them. so any zombie au writing will be in little micro-scenes like this <3 #some of em might be bigger than others idk yet. we'll see #i Thought i could call this a drabble. but then i learned that drabbles are literally supposed to be exactly 100 words #this is . notthat GVIYEAGVA #ritsu kageyama #mp100 ritsu #mp100 shigeo #mp100 mob #shigeo kageyama #i feel bad putting this in the main tags but.i mean it Does pertain ....#not the mp100 tag tho . iwon't do that to u

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eccentricmya · 1 month

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The Fated One

Amrod wonders if this is what his name had foretold.

Umbarto.

The first kinslaying eldar.

He hadn't meant to. But he'd been the one standing on the edge of the pier, closest to the boats they'd been trying to claim for themselves. The one too eager to prove himself to their father that when the arguments between their factions had escalated, he'd spat one too many insults at the Teleri blocking his way himself. It was inevitable that a few of those hit their mark—for if in nothing else, Amrod took after Fëanor in this, his creativity with barbs. Thus it was highly probable that a Teleri sailor would lose his temper, Amrod had been counting on it, to provoke them into offence. But that which Amrod had not calculated, yet Fate did, was the presence of a drawn sword in their tight corner.

'It is for intimidation', Fëanor had told them, more a general commanding his soldiers than a father assuring his sons. 'Our swords will do half the negotiating for us.'

Amrod, never fond of bandying words when fists would do with his brothers, had decided to let his naked blade do most of the talking—a sentiment shared by the brother who had taught him hunting. Yet it turned out that their swords held even lesser sway than reminders of friendship over the Teleri. Until.

Until a silver-haired sailor, outraged at Amrod's audacious mouth, had charged at the Fëanorion, intending to throw him over the low railing of the pier and into the sea. Amrod, surprised, had brought his hand up to block him, forgetting the unsheathed sword in his hand (much like he had forgotten his name).

It had ended with blood twisting into rivulets down the nameless Teler's throat, staining Amrod's hand. He had watched it drip onto his clothes, down his sleeve—the pattern too deliberate to his disbelieving eyes. 'Kinslayer' it painted.

Kinslayer.

No. That is the Teleri shouting. Condemning him for drawing first blood.

More voices join in the cacophony of chaos, Noldorin voices.

Amrod looks up. They have moved far beyond first blood now. He's not the only kinslayer anymore.

The noise of the clashes around him blend into one never-ending choked-off gasp of the dying. Or maybe that's the last breath of the Teler lying at his feet echoing in his ears.

It never returns to their bloody corner, the fight. So Amrod is left standing guard over the body of the only kin he would ever slay. This he knows. For the prophecy of his name has been fulfilled.

Fated he is no more.

Hated he would remain forever more.

Umbarto—the first kinslayer.

#the tense change is intended #amrod #ambarussa #umbrato #silm fic #my writing #i was supposed to write a 100 word drabble lmao #silmarillion

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wtfuckevenknows · 1 year

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I’d love to see #45 and #4 for the kisses prompt please! For #4, I’d really love if it was T.K. kissing Carlos somewhere where it hurts, a little injured Carlos and sweet, loving T.K. 🥰

Hiii :) Thanks for the prompts! I've done 4 already, you can find it here. Had a hard time coming up with an angry kiss, thanks @paperstorm & @noxsoulmate for brainstorming with me!!!

45: a kiss out of anger

The firetruck was pulling into the bay and Mateo saw Carlos first, announcing his being there with a whooping “Ay, Carlos.” They all looked over to where Carlos was leaning against a support beam, arms crossed and it was Judd who whistled, saying he looked angry and Paul commenting, “Looks like you’re in the dog house, TK.”

They all jumped out of the firetruck once it was parked, TK letting everyone go before him, not ready to face Carlos. He’d never seen Carlos angry before, and he didn't know what Carlos would do or say.

When Alex used to be angry, TK didn't want to be anywhere near him.

The others had quickly made their way up the stairs to head into the showers but TK was slowly stepping closer to Carlos, greeting him with a meekly, “Hi babe,” to butter him up. He didn’t get a reply.

Once he was close enough, Carlos pulled him closer by the belt loops before wrapping one hand around his neck and pulling him in for a hard and passionate kiss. Definitely not the reaction TK was expecting.

“You looked angry. I thought you’d read me the riot act, not kiss me like that.”

“Oh, believe me, I am angry. How can you be so reckless and put your life on the line like that?! But I’m also really fucking turned on by how competent my dual certified boyfriend is.”

Carlos gave him another angry kiss, before letting him go. “Come to my place after your shift.” It didn't sound like a request, rather like a command. TK gulped, replying with a soft “okay” before watching Carlos walk out of the fire house.

You can find the other prompt fills here or on ao3.

Send me a Ship and a Number and I will Write a Kiss

#another coda would you look at that?!#also again more than 200 words even though I told Noxy it's not supposed be more than that but we've established me being wordy already #its a wonder I managed two actual 100 word drabbles at all #thanks for the prompt!#me? writing? what a concept #kiss prompts #tarlos fic #911 lone star fic

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manofmanymons · 8 months

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Huh

Only 67% of my Survive fics are Kaito-centric

I thought it would be way more than that

...unless you count every chapter of the drabble collection as its own thing

#also I would like to state here and now #i KNOW that a drabble is technically supposed to be an exactly 100 word story #but are you gonna look me in the eyes and say it HASN'T been used as shorthand for a short story for years now #cuz you'd be a liar

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gallawitchxx · 2 years

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i feel very sensitive about 4x11 okay?! so much so that besides this drabble, I also wrote this little number for kinktober last year. but more importantly, our beloved @energievie wrote this fic about mickey's long hair & how much ian fucking loves it & you should absolutely read it too!

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day 17: hair pulling for kinktober 2022 by @gallavichthings

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Red curls tangle between blood-stained fingers, catching slightly before releasing again, and Ian whines around Mickey’s dick.

He’s never touched Ian like this before, not really. Maybe once or twice in the heat of some hurried moment, but not when they had the time. Definitely not when it couldn’t be blamed on desperate grasps while on the verge of release.

But this is different. Tender, almost. And why shouldn’t it be?

They’re together now.

I want everybody here to know, I’m fucking gay.

Tattooed knuckles make a fist against his skull, tugging sharply, and Ian gets back to giving thanks.

#some more angst from me?#more likely than you'd think apparently #tomorrow will be lighter #& also canon compliant #well... depending on how you define canon i suppose #ANYWAY SEE YOU THEN #day 17 #catch up by clicking this tag ->#dirty drabbles #all drabbles all 100 words all experimental #no plans just fun 🖤👻#shameless #shameless fanfiction #gallavich kinktober 2022 #kinktober 2022 #ian x mickey #bee writes 🐝 ✍🏼

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praetorqueenreyna · 1 year

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Tamcien 25 for the writing prompt if you feel up to it :>

(send me a pair and a number and I'll write a drabble)

@goforth-ladymidnight I feel like we all have the same brain and know that this a tamcien prompt, haha!

25. “I can’t believe you talked me into this.”

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Lucien dubiously peered over the edge of the cliff, mentally calculating the odds of this being a plot by Tamlin to kill him. They were at the top of a waterfall, which thundered down what seemed to be hundreds of feet before ending in a pool. The air sparkled with the spray from the falls, and the spring sunlight danced through the water, creating a prism of rainbows. It would be gorgeous, if Lucien weren’t filled with terror.

“Start on that rock jutting out there, and make sure to push yourself away from the cliff. Otherwise, you might hit it on the way down,” Tamlin was rattling off instructions like they were going horseback riding and not about to jump to their probable deaths. “And try to land feet first, unless you’re really confident in your diving form.”

“I can’t believe you talked me into this,” Lucien grumbled, clinging to Tamlin’s arm so tightly his knuckles were turning white. “Why are you trying to kill me?”

Tamlin chuckled, which only confirmed Lucien’s new theory that the High Lord was insane. “It’ll be fine, I used to jump off this cliff all the time when I was a kid.” He worked Lucien’s hand out of its claw-like grip on his forearm and intertwined their fingers. “Do you trust me?”

Cauldron damn him, for looking at Lucien with those big earnest eyes and that stupid smile that made Lucien weak in the knees. Because of course he trusted Tamlin. He trusted Tamlin more than anyone else he had met in his several centuries of life.

“Alright.” Before he could change his mind, Lucien stepped onto the rock that Tamlin had indicated. He stared resolutely ahead, refusing to look down, as Tamlin shouted for him to jump. Pushing away from the rock with all his might, Lucien found himself plummeting downward. His mouth opened to scream, but the rushing wind ripped the sound away before he could even vocalize it. Over the sound of the wind and the falling water, he could hear Tamlin whooping with glee.

Seconds later, they sank into the freezing cold lake at the bottom of the waterfall. They surfaced together and Tamlin was practically glowing. He laughed and shook his head, sending a sheet of water flying out from his long hair. High on adrenaline and the shock of being alive, Lucien began to laugh too.

#asks #ask game #fanfic #acotar #tamcien #tamlin #lucien #lucien vanserra #THEY SHARE A SINGLE BRAIN CELL #also I know drabbles are supposed to be 100 words but I CANNOT BE SHORT #I'M SORRY

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trashburgersblair · 2 months

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guess who forgot posting was a thing you could do.

anyway, mechs fanfic upon thee, tags under cut

Summery:

A collection of drabbles, all centered around Raphaella.

They all take place in the same timeline, but you can read them separately or skip around and still have everything make sense

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Choose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: Other

Characters: Raphaella la Cognizi, The Mechanisms Ensemble

Additional Tags: Drabble Collection, 100-ish words per chapter, No beta we die like the mechanisms, chapter specific content warnings provided, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, dttm spoilers for the first chapter, She/They Pronouns for Raphaella, She/Xe/He Pronouns for Ivy, Angst and Fluff, depends on the chapter

#i will die on the hill that drabbles are supposed to be 100 words #(/j)#the mechanisms #the mechs #the mechanisms fanfic #raphaella la cognizi #my writing

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breannacasey · 1 year

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Maya And Carina - Happiness - 7) “Hey! I may be a dumbass but I’m your dumbass!”

Here, a better version of how things could've played out after that Halloween call. ao3

“You climbed up an unstable ferris wheel to see better to help your team find and rescue people?”

Maya lied on the couch with Carina at her side, putting ice on her ankle.

“Yes, and it worked.”

“Glad to hear, but you slipped and hurt your ankle. That’s a… what’s the word… dumb bottom move.”

“Hey! I may be a dumbass but I’m your dumbass!”

“That you are, Maya. And for the next few weeks, you will be mine and only mine.”

“Maybe you could try to sound a little less happy about it?”

“Less happy that I get my wife home and safe for a while? I can’t do that.”

“Alright, then what am I supposed to do while you’re gonna be working and delivering babies far from me?”

“Think about me?”

Carina leaned down to kiss the laugh off her wife, she loved seeing her happy, it made her irresistible. Maya pulled her closer until they were on top of each other. She might be injured and unable to walk, but it wouldn’t stop her from doing other fun things with the gorgeous love of her life.

#marina #station 19 #my fanfic #asks #capitano marina #i know drabbles are supposed to be 100 words exactly but i meant more like generally something short

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bubblesthemonsterartist · 1 year

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Hakuouki - iba / chizuru - dumb hours? ✨

idk if this is dumb hours, but you need some 🍋 on your little dingy or you're gonna get scurvy 🤣

Hair shimmers like opal, slick and plastered to each muscle of her back as she moves on him.

The demon inside is a smug bastard.

It’s shameful to have her this way, wrapped around him, bouncing up and down with her little gasps. And yet—

Her moan vibrates off the wall when a nail nicks the delicate skin of her throat, she squeezes blindingly hard around his cock when that devils hand snakes around, grips her horn, wrenches her back so he can feast.

But it’s a human touch that makes her fall apart.

It’s “Hachiro!” that she cries out.

#bubbleswrites #hakuouki #hakouki #ibachi #iba x chizuru #drabble #100 word challenge #lemon #finally i get an excuse to utilize that demon hand the way it was supposed to be

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dreamlandxrunaway · 10 months

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Update! Was told to leave off using my computer and phone as much as I can... which is.... a lot..... and which mostly applies to my phone! My wrist is fine... just.... a different health issue I need to take care of, which I'm already taking some steps towards dealing with...

What does that mean for 1CDAT or anything else? Well, I definitely can't do as much as I wanted to, since there is other stuff that need my attention, and I'll need to focus most of my energy on that! As well as me just not really wanting to write about winter in the middle of the summer hahaha

In conclusion(????): 1CDAT on a hiatus until October (as much as I wish it ended sooner,,, i just won't have the time for the double written parts.. as they probably won't be short... we are about to enter the last arc(?) of the story soon); I'm gonna be accepting drabble / short one shots and time stamps requests the next two weeks (more or less) - as long as I'm comfortable with actually writing them (aka probably not taking any explicit explicit requests until I post a smut fic os on my own); following that last one, might post something that's unrelated to my ongoing smau... wanted it to be another smau but since I'm not really allowed to use my phone as much... it might be an OS or something of sorts hehe

For the requests thing, will post the (possible) requirements some time during this weekend :))

#lilith.txt #1cdat #update!#will probably add all of the updates to 1cdat masterlist some other time...#im screaming into the void but thats all right...#feels bad for the ppl who just discovered the story tho hahaha #at least i updated the links when i did so the masterlist is actually functional LOL #but yeah... will be taking skz requests starting tomorrow (?) and start working on them next week heh #wont take on too many projects btw! just what i can hahahahahaha #also just found out drabbles are supposed to be only 100 words #how interesting hahahaha

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imhereformr · 2 years

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June 2: eating | introduction | amusement park

Bloom’s diary, December 12th 2021, 2:37 am.

Dear Diary,

What a day! I’m so tired; I feel like I could sleep for a million years. It was so worth it though.

We went to the Magix’s Wonderland amusement park for my birthday and, let me say, no Earth amusement park will ever compare. It was… WOW!!!!! The entrance was like something out of a fairy tale with its thick curtains that open when you walk up to them and its starlit passageway. STARLIT! Like they took actual stars from the night and stuck them to the ceiling. And the food! Oh, the food! Every single stand we passed made me salivate. It smelled so freaking good and not getting to try everything made me sad. Guess that’s a good reason to go back hahaha

It was Stella’s idea to go. Apparently, a month ago, I had mentioned that I hadn’t been to an amusement park since I was like 10 and it just came to her. She’s so brilliant like that. It’s like she knows just what everyone would like for their birthday.

We started off by doing the biggest roller coaster – Musa’s idea, of course. Poor Tecna was so scared. I guess roller coasters aren’t very popular on Zenith, so she’d never been on one. Timmy held her hand really tight the whole ride and Tecna screamed her head off. I never knew she had lungs like that. Musa, Riven and Brandon had a real good laugh at her screaming her head off. And speaking of Musa and Riven… they were SO cute! She won one of those rigged arcade games and he was so proud. He picked her up and spun her around in celebration, and both of them were laughing so much. Most of the time we were walking around, he had his arm around her shoulder, and she was absolutely beaming. I bet she’s still on cloud 9 from it now.

And Sky was the sweetest, obviously. He won me one of those giant stuffed animals. It made me feel like I was in a movie or a music video or something. We split from the group for a bit and sat in this cute little garden having ice cream. He gave me a new set of coloured pencils that are self-sharpening for my birthday. How cool is that?! I’ll never have to hunt for a sharpener again. The magical universe will never cease to amaze me.

Griselda gave us some grief for sneaking onto campus after curfew, and we’ll have to go see her in her office tomorrow morning, but I don’t really care. I’m still reeling from such a great day. It’s way past my usual bedtime and I should be in bed, but I don’t know how I’m going to sleep. Maybe cuddling with the stuffy Sky won me will help 😊

Goodnight diary!

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gimmethatagustd · 4 months

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gang shit | knj

Your daughter's classmate has a really hot dad. Apparently, you're his arch-nemesis.

○ Pairing: Dilf!Namjoon x Single Parent!Reader

○ Rating: Sfw

○ Genre: Kidfic, strangers/romantic interest, an attempt at humor

○ 1 / 100 Drabble Challenge (Single Parent)

○ Word Count: 1204

○ Warnings: Shockingly none!! aside from my terrible sense of humor, jokes about Crime!!, and also Namjoon's dimples

○ Notes: Inspired by this tweet. I hope you enjoy the first drabble of my 100 Drabble Challenge I'm doing with @sailoryooons - Please check out Hali's drabbles throughout 2024, too! Happy New Year, besties! ✨

○ Post Date: January 1, 2024

○ Masterlist | Send me ur thots

○ What was Jai listening to? GOAT - Number_i

“I don’t make the rules to this gang shit. I just play my role.”

Your eyebrows shoot up, and you cock your head to the side in disbelief. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me.” Namjoon adjusts his black baseball cap. His bicep bulges out of his short sleeve when he lifts his arm.

You’re too old to be thirsting for a man like this. In all honesty, you’ve been acting childish all day – literally. It’s the last day of school before summer break, and your daughter’s preschool teacher invited parents to an end-of-the-year celebration. Having the privilege of working a hybrid schedule means it’s relatively easy for you to swing by the school with primary-colored cupcakes in hand. They’re the disgusting ones kids love that’ll stain their fingers and mouths bright blue. Oh, to be a four-year-old. So easy to please.

Unlike little Yuna’s father, who has a stick shoved up his ass, and for what?

“What are you even talking about?” you ask with your arms crossed against your chest.

You’d said literally five words to the guy, intending to start a pleasant conversation while the kids ran around the playground and the other parents mingled at the picnic tables outside.

“Hi, I’m Y/N, Brooklyn’s parent.”

Apparently, that was offensive.

Namjoon’s sharp eyes drag up and down your body, and you try not to let his heavy gaze affect you – and fail when you feel your stomach dip.

“Brooklyn said Yuna dresses weird,” Namjoon finally says with a pout that shouldn’t look so cute on a grown-ass man.

“Did she?”

“Are you calling Yuna a liar?”

“No!” This man is so volatile. “I’m just surprised, that’s all. We’ve been practicing using kind words, but, well, you know how kids are…”

Namjoon doesn’t look convinced.

You feel antsy under his gaze, unsure what to say or do. Are you supposed to apologize? Maybe that’s the mature thing to do. You’re still new to this whole “I’m suddenly responsible for an entire human being even though I barely even know how to take care of myself” thing. It’s a little bit unbelievable, actually!

“I’m sorry for Brooklyn’s judgmental behavior. What kind of weird-, what kind of clothes-” you stumble through what you already know is a shit apology, “Which one is Yuna?”

“That’s her.” Namjoon nods in Yuna’s direction.

You look across the playground to the swing set, where a little girl is lying on the swing on her stomach and spinning around with her arms and legs hanging limp. She’s wearing her hair in asymmetrical pigtails, one higher on her head than the other. Her sneakers are mismatched, as are her colorful knee-high socks. Her pants are polka-dotted, her shirt striped, and she’s got a bright purple cape tied around her neck.

“She’s adorable,” you say softly.

“She’s weird as shit.”

Your mouth hangs open when Namjoon shrugs.

“What? She’s my kid; I’m allowed to say that.”

“Fair enough,” you concede with a smile, “So, we got beef now?”

“Yup.”

Namjoon crosses his arms against his chest to match your stance. You tell yourself it’s very inappropriate to be eyeing your new enemy’s boobs when you’re in the middle of a showdown.

“I’m not gonna lie, I don’t think I’m down for going to war for Brooklyn. Usually, I just like to blame her bad behavior on her dad,” you say with a barking laugh. You cover your mouth with your hand when you snort. “Sorry, that was inappropriate.”

“You’re good,” Namjoon finally cracks a smile, and, wow, it’s breathtaking. His eyes crinkle at the corners, his teeth are big and bright, and he has dimples… “Yuna’s mother doesn’t let her dress how she likes, so when I have her, I let her do what she wants. Self-expression is important, y’know?”

You nod because he’s right. Kids should be kids.

“Plus, I like being the fun parent.”

“Right! Who wants the parent with all the stupid rules?” You perk up, taking a step closer because now you’re partners in crime rather than enemies. Maybe. You’ll work on it. He’s too cute not to get up to some parental crime with—gang members, not rivals.

“Not cool parents like us,” Namjoon lightly elbows you.

“Yeah, they can’t ride with our gang.”

Namjoon makes a face the moment the words come out of your mouth. He bites both lips, rolling them in and hollowing his cheeks, eyebrows raised.

“What? What!” you gasp, knowing when you’re being made fun of, even if it’s in silence.

“Don’t ever say anything like that ever again.”

With a huff, you give him a tiny punch to the arm and tell yourself that it isn’t because you want to feel how tight his muscles are.

“You’re the one who–”

“HEY! NO HITTING!”

Groaning, you throw your head back as a tiny blur of pink collides with your body. Brooklyn tugs on the hem of your shirt, repeatedly chanting, “Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey,” until you crouch to meet her at her level. Taking her little hands in yours, you hold them to your lips to give her knuckles a quick peck.

“You’re right, I shouldn’t have done that to Mr. Kim,” you admit, “I should apologize, shouldn’t I?”

Brooklyn nods, and the bulbous beaded hair ties at the end of her pigtail braids swing like a deadly game of tetherball.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Kim,” you say as you look up at Namjoon. He taps his finger against his chin in mock thought, and you can’t help but think that you’ll actually punch him if he fucks up this teaching moment by pretending not to accept your apology.

“I forgive you,” he says with another grin that makes you feel like a silly teenager.

“Y’know, Brooklyn, Mr. Kim told me something about you and Yuna…” Brooklyn immediately ducks her chin to her chest. No one has ever looked guiltier. “It’s not very nice to talk about how people look, love. I think you should apologize to Yuna, don’t you agree?”

It takes very little convincing for Brooklyn to run off toward the swings. She flops on her stomach in the swing beside Yuna, and then, after a bit of talking, both girls spin around.

“If Brooklyn throws up from doing that, it’s your fault,” you mutter to Namjoon.

“Real aggressive coming from someone who just physically attacked me.”

“Okay, Mr. Gang Shit,” you quip back, catching Namjoon’s widening grin out of the corner of your eye.

“Listen,” Namjoon touches your elbow, his fingers lingering just long enough for you to give him your attention. Heat spreads along your forearm and makes your fingers tingle. “I don’t really accept either of your apologies. You might need to try a little harder to get me to forgive you.”

“Oh.” You feel your stomach twist.

“Might want to start with getting dinner with me, and then we can see where it goes?”

Oh.

“I mean, if you think it wouldn’t hurt my street cred being seen with the likes of you, then, yeah.”

Namjoon grabs his baseball cap bill and pulls it down until his hat covers his face. “Don’t make me rescind this offer because I’ll do it.”

“Yeah, yeah, we’ll see how it goes.”

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The Death Eater Drabbles:

Untie me

Mattheo, Theodore, Enzo, Draco and Blaise

A certain death eater ends up being your prisoner and he is being a bit difficult.

Warning: suggestiveness

A/N: Apparently drabbles are supposed to be exact 100 words long, so let’s call this the drabble+ version because you get extra words for free. Yey!

Also, like technically I wrote a part 2, but I don’t really like it cause it’s a tiny bit angsty and feels boring. But then again, I’m pretty sure there’s a braincell working on part 3. So I really have no idea where this is going. But for now this is just a short fun thingy on its own.

I added part 2: Cuts and bruised egos

The war against Voldemort and his deatheaters was lasting longer than expected. Somehow you had ended up in charge of the top secret safehouse of the order of the phoenix. Only a select few members knew about it. It was a place of refuge in case of emergency, you had permanency there in case of medical emergencies and to study books to find out more about horcruxes.

You were brewing wiggenweld potions to be prepared for the next wounded person that might be brought in. Then suddenly you heard a lot of noise and grabbed your wand, pointing it towards the door. Thankfully you heard Harry say the password and the door swung open revealing the golden trio and someone else whose head was covered.

The mystery person struggled as Ron and Harry dragged them inside. It was then that you noticed their hands were tied behind their back. Hermoine saw your confused and worried expression. “Don’t worry I enchanted the ropes. It’s safe.” The mystery person snorted at Hermoine’s words. You nodded but that wasn’t on your mind at all. “Who is it?” You asked with urgency. Ron pushed the person into the guest room and pulled off the bag covering the mystery person’s face.

Your eyes widen.

“Mattheo Riddle.”

It takes a moment before you proces what Hermoine said and what you’re seeing, but it is true. The golden trio managed to capture the dark lord’s son. “Look (y/n), we gotta leave now. You have to watch him. But be careful. You can’t trust him.” You stare at Harry as he gives you your orders. You would much rather have an explanation. However there seems to be no time for that, because they’re already at the front door again. “Be safe.” You whisper and the three grimace before shutting the door.

You turn around and make your way to the guest room where, believe it or not, Mattheo Riddle is still standing with his hands tied behind his back. His face is bloody, clothes dirty and hair messy. Clearly he didn’t go down without a fight. But, apparently he wasn’t slapped around enough since his arrogant smirk was still ever present. “Aren’t you going to untie me?” He asks like you were being a little slow. You frown. “No. Of course not. I’m not stupid.” You say, annoyed with his attitude. He smiles wickedly and licks his lip taking a small step towards you. “So, does that mean you’re going to feed me? And wash me?” You’re baffled and your mouth falls open for a moment. “Looking forward to it, love.” Mattheo adds taking another step in your direction. You huff and turn around, closing the door behind you. Oh dear, this is going to be something.

“Theodore Nott.”

You turn to the trio with a questioning look. “Long story.” Is all Ron says. “We need to leave now.” Harry announces. Hermoine grabs you while Harry and Ron leave the room. “Be careful. He’s a death eater. You can’t trust him.” You nod and watch as she hurries to follow her friends. When you hear the front door close you turn to your prisoner. Some of the cuts on his face still bleed, but what is utmost worrying is the bloodstain on his shirt indicating he might have a serious injury. Theo just gives you a smug half smile that makes you feel like he’s in charge. “Mind helping me out?” Theo asks as he turns his head as a way of motioning to his tied hands.

You raise your eyebrows at his ridiculous question. “Oh yes. And shall I also offer you my wand.” You return sarcastically. He huffs like you're being childish and difficult. He takes a seat at the end of the bed and you turn around heading to the door to get rid of his demeaning presence. “Are you going to hold my dick when I have to pee then? Because in that case I might make some extra suggestions. I bet you’re real handy.” His grin shows how much he enjoys playing with you. You throw him a dirty look, but decide to leave it at that and close the door. He’s clearly not that hurt. I’m sure he can bleed for a little longer.

“Enzo Berkshire”

You frown confused. All his friends are death eaters but Enzo as well, that’s a bit surprising. “He attacked us.” Harry explained seeing as you were clearly surprised. “This is a big misunderstanding. I’m a peace negotiator.” Enzo quipped, taking a pleading step towards you. Ron pushes him back immediately. “The bloody worst one ever.” Hermoine shifts her gaze from Enzo to you. “Don’t believe a word he says and make sure he doesn’t escape.” With a dumbfounded expression you watch the trio leave. Zero explanation. It’s always the same with them.

As soon as Enzo hears the front door close he walks towards you. “This is all a big mistake. I’m innocent.” His sudden closeness startles you. For your own safety you have to assume the worst, that he just like his friends serves Voldemort. He ignores the fear in your eyes and pushes on. “(Y/n), please untie me. You can trust me.” You take a step back and shake your head. “Not happening, Enzo.” His face gets desperate as he continues pleading. “But what if I get an ich? Or other things?” He raises his eyebrows suggestively. “Will you come help me?” Not really realizing how dirty Enzo’s suggestion was, you nonchalantly answer: “Sure Enzo.”.

He’s a little surprised by your answer but he isn’t going to let the opportunity pass by. “I guess in that case I’m most definitely a dangerous man, you can never let me escape.” He winks at you and it is only then that you realize what you agreed to. His cheeky smile gets brighter as he sees your face fall when the realization hits you. “No. Whatever you’re thinking Enzo, no.” With that you quickly exit the room with a tomato red face. Great! I’m in charge of a horny death eater, just my luck.

“Draco Malfoy.”

All your curiosity was instantly replaced by annoyance. “You brought Malfoy here. What a blessing.” The words leave your mouth with a thick layer of sarcasm. Draco completely ignores you. “You will pay for this, Potter.” Harry looks at you and smiles while wiggling his eyebrows. “Have fun babysitting him. I would say be careful that he doesn’t escape, but I’m pretty sure the death eaters will bring him back.” A faint laugh escapes you and you walk the trio back to the front door to say your goodbyes.

When you turn around Draco is standing in the doorway of the guest room, now a prison room. “Fucking untie me.” Malfoy demands with venom in his voice. You push against his chest and make him take a few steps back into his new room. “Since you asked so nicely: no.” You answer with fake kindness. “Who do you think you are?” He snaps taking a step towards you. Though you’re slightly intimidated now that he’s towering over you, you manage to keep your cool. “Pretty sure I’m the one in charge here.” Draco huffs, but before he starts snapping again you push his side. He winces in pain and takes a step back.

Just as you thought, the dirt on his shirt indicates a bad fall on his side, probably some painful bruises. “How about you calm down and I will come back later to check your injuries.” He narrows his eyes at you in frustration. “You won’t untie me and now you’re planning on undressing me. Sounds like a bad date.” You roll your eyes and leave the room. A bad date is an understatement.

“Blaise Zabini.”

A small gasp escapes you as you make eye contact with the man under the hood. “You brought Zabini here?” You ask, not ready to process what your eyes are seeing. “We kinda stumbled into him. He was difficult to catch but having one less deatheater on the streets was well worth the work.” Harry explained. You scan over Blaise’s face, immediately noticing several bruises. When he looks up to you, you quickly look away. “Keep your distance. He’s no good.” Hermoine says as the trio leaves the room. Ron pats you on the shoulder as a way of wishing you luck. You watch your friends close the front door as you lean against the doorframe of the guest room.

You turn to Blaise and offer him an awkward smile. He’s the first one to break the silence. “I’m going to be honest. Normally I would find this all very kinky but right now I would really appreciate it if you untie me.” You roll your eyes at his playful tone. “How about: no. And I suggest you keep quiet or I'll tape your mouth shut.” Blaise looks frustrated with your lack of cooperation for a moment, but then his smirk returns. “Even kinkier. This should be fun.” You regret saying anything. “Nothing kinky is going to happen, since I’m leaving.” Blaise is annoyed that you don’t entertain him and go along with his joke. However as he watches you leave he panics. “Hey, I was being serious! You can’t leave me all tied up.” You ignore his frustrated voice and close the door. Seven years at Hogwarts and now I’m stuck with him again. Absolutely lovely.

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