#j ramble drabbles

[heymrspatel]

ian’s feeling a little self conscious and mickeys just straight up loving on his husband and telling him how sexy and fine he looks!

ohohooo boy you've hit me right in the chest with this one... ok, let's see!

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ian's having one of those days. those days that don't happen super often anymore, but they do happen. waking up feeling physically heavy, groggy, slow. the harsh lighting in the bathroom making him notice those extra soft bits on his body, where he used to be taught and lean. he looks down, where his tummy sticks out above the band of his boxers, sighs.

eyes back up, he brushes his teeth, gazes at his reflection, and acknowledges that this is a fleeting feeling - because nowadays he looks at himself and sees it. happiness and health and comfort in his settled life. he loves it. he's sturdy, strong, beefy. he's soft, holdable, grounding. he sees it, he knows, mickey reminds him.

he sees it, washes his toothbrush, wipes at his face, takes a final look. he knows, but it's just one of those days. he turns off the judgmental fluorescents and pads back into the bedroom towards his....

my god... there, face bathed in soft light and gorgeous, mickey. he's shifted in the ten or so minutes ian's been gone. sprawled out and entirely tangled in the comforter. left hand sticking out and clutching ian's pillow - like he was searching, wanting, grasping - coming up empty. he's awake now. ian moves, the floors creak, mickey's eyes zero in on him.

"do you know how fucking cold it is in this room?... why the fuck are you up this early?" and ian's quiet, suddenly realizing he came to a stop in front of their full length mirror. a glance at himself, back at mickey. maybe he doesn't have to be up yet, it's saturday. maybe he can spare lounging around a bit more. glance and back. he should get under there, mickey said he's cold. glance, back. he doesn't move, rooted in place. "...come back under here and get on me!" glance...

"babyface... c'mere"

he moves. mickey rolling away, untangling, giving him his space in bed back... immediately shifting back and attaching himself to him. "always leaving me here in the mornings... can't stick around for me? hmm?" the drama of it all making ian chuckle and press his lips to mickey's forehead. he feels mickey's hands wander around his chest and down to his belly, making him draw in a breath and stiffen. he sees mickey's eyes squint and his nose scrunch in the process. a small tut escaping his lips. here it comes.

"got myself a human heater... warm and soft. teddy bear mother fucker." and that's a new one! "you gotta stop leaving me here every morning. you're like one of them weighted blankets you're always going on about... hmmph... comfy." he nuzzles into ian's chest, wrapping tighter around him, and breathing so deeply. smiling. "smell so good... i think i get why you're always sniffin'." giving quick cute pecks along his collar bone. "so many freckles. all over. this one here is my favorite." he moves to the hollow of his neck. giving it a little lick.

and ian can't help but giggle really. because his husband is so in tune, because he always knows when something is up, because his licks are tickling him!

mickey pulls until he's securely pinned under ian. "my big guy. cover me just right" his hands begin their familiar dance. over ian's strong shoulders, down the muscles of his back, lightly scratching back up. "you threw me around so good last night. was fucking airborne at one point."

oh. these giggly kisses are some of ian's favorites!

"you gave it to me so good and hard, made me grab on to all of you, huh?" his hands are everywhere, covering ian's body with love. "so sexy. do you know how good you feel and look when you're overpowering me like that?" the complete contrast of his statement and his soft lips making ian all fuzzy and warm.

"so good. so soft. so strong. so hard." a mantra. each declaration punctuated with the sweetest kisses. his hands wandering, grabbing, pressing ian's weight down. soft little moans making an appearance.

and god if ian doesn't feel like he's floating! high, on a cloud. sustained by mickey's touches, his sounds, his scent. his words, his words, his words. breaking through and helping him see and remember what he already knows. because today is one of those days, yes, and it'll take more than this to claw his way fully out... but he's being uplifted and loved and touched in the right ways. in the ways that wiggle in and help chip at that wall and appears in times like these.

he sees his strong arms framing mickey's head, how his size and weight are making him feel. he knows he's good, he's healthy, he feels his heart pumping strong and full of love in his chest. it'll take more than this, but this helps. every part of this helping, chipping away.

he breathes, he kisses, mickey moans...

he sees, he knows, mickey reminds him...

#you struck a chord clearly ladskjf hit close to home... i almost instantly knew what i wanted to say but took forever #bc i feel inadequate and imposter-ish when writing but here i am... rambling. why is this so long? bye. #is the grammar shit? is there a typo? is this dumb? i pretend i do not see #tw body image #shameless #gallavich #ian x mickey #anon #asks #j ramble drabbles

[cerise-on-top]

Could I ask for some fluff of a Hank x Reader x 2BDamned? If that's okay, please!

Hello! Of course you can! Here you go!

Poly 2BHank x Reader Fluff

I would say that the both of them are rather busy people, so you won’t be spending too much time together. It’s not like they can make too much time for each other either, though. However, they’ll try. It’s fairly risky for everyone involved, especially for you. If you’re not part of S.Q. then you’ll likely become the target of some attack if you’re seen with Doc. If you’re seen with Hank, if people can tell you’re affiliated with him, then they’ll attack you as well. So really, you’ll be at a disadvantage either way. However, it’s not like either of them feel like going out too much with you. Yes, Hank will want to get some hot dogs with you at some point since he does like those, but after a mission he’s usually torn as a rag and just wants to sleep. Doc is well aware of the dangers he poses towards your wellbeing, so he actively chooses to not go out with you too much either. However, that doesn’t mean that the three of you can’t be lovey dovey at home. It’s very rare to see Hank and Doc cuddle properly with each other, but it happens. Neither of them are touchy people, but sometimes you just desire the touch of a loved one, so you might catch Hank sitting on the floor next to Doc from time to time, his head in his lap. Hank could fall asleep like this too, actually, but he wants to protect you and Doc, so he usually doesn’t. Doc sometimes has a hand on Hank’s shoulder and gently rubs it to show he’s there for him, but he needs his other hand to go through files. If you join Hank on his endeavours, cuddling up to Doc yourself, then the grunt will sigh in feign annoyance and get away from his work for some time to give the two of you some attention. You can get him to settle down for the night like this as well, but he will only begrudgingly do so. 2B may not be the cuddliest person out there, and neither is Hank, but he does enjoy some physical touch from time to time. You will likely switch it up when it comes to cuddling. While you may be the little spoon now, chances are you’ll be the big spoon next time. 2B and Hank are versatile like that. While Hank may prefer holding someone as he falls asleep, if he’s not headed to bed then he can go either way.

Although it’s rare for Hank to show his softer side, he will do so for you and Doc only. Sometimes he’ll come back from a mission, bloody and almost entirely disassembled, holding a few flowers he found. Maybe even a nice scarf or a cool weapon. Despite being a very confident grunt, he knows he can easily protect you, he does believe that you having a weapon yourself would help you with defending yourself. Sometimes he’ll get you a nice katana, one like he has. Other times you can expect a rocket launcher or chainsaw from him as well. His metaphorical tail starts wagging whenever either you or Doc accept his gifts and thank him. He did a good job on this one, you will be safe and sound from here on out. Give him a nice pat, either on his arm or head, and he’ll happily grunt away. Doc pats Hank from time to time and Hank absolutely loves it. However, only you and Doc are allowed to do that, anyone else will be dealt with immediately. Hank definitely doesn’t mind being treated like a dog from time to time. If he’s in a good mood you can call him a good boy and put his face in your hands, he eats that right up. Be enthusiastic about it as well and he’ll lightly headbutt you. Don’t get mad at him for doing so, he doesn’t know what to do with these positive emotions, so he goes straight for gentle violence again.

Going on dates with the two of them mostly consists of something simple. Doc usually suggests Burger Gil’s since no one cares that Hank is there. People are there for the food, not to get mauled by Hank, so they usually leave you alone. Sometimes the three of you go to take a look at the red sun on a cliff as well, though, and reminisce about the better times. Hank still remembers the greenery that used to be in Nevada. He doesn’t remember it well since he doesn’t miss it in the slightest, but he’s lived a good chunk of his life surrounded by plants. Doc barely remembers them, but he still thinks back on them fondly. While neither of the two of them may be sentimental people, they do like discussing the past. There’s always something new to be learned about each other. There’s this unspoken trust between the three of you, so you know each other better than anyone else. For example, you know that Hank likes being picked up, even if he’s far too tall and heavy for that these days. Sometimes you pretend to try and pick him up just to make him feel good. One fact you’ve learned about Doc is that he sometimes, when you and Hank are asleep, likes to hold one hand of each of you. Sometimes he can’t sleep well, or at all, so he opts to spend that time resting from time to time. He won’t particularly go all out in holding you since he doesn’t wanna risk waking you, you’re both extremely tired, after all, but he does like holding your hands, sometimes playing with your fingers as well. He denies this, but you both know it happens. Sometimes Hank makes fun of Doc for it in his usual demeanour, but he secretly loves it. Hank’s favourite activity aside from killing and maiming is helping you and Doc out with whatever you need, even if it’s just holding the wrench. Doc loves showing you his creations. While he knows you likely won’t understand a word he’s saying, he explains them to you anyway. Besides, if he’s made a mistake thinking it over, then he’s more likely to find it while talking. Besides, he gets to spend time with you, what else could he possibly want?

#madness combat #madness combat x reader #hank j wimbleton #hank j wimbleton x reader #2bdamned #madness combat doc #2bdamned x reader #doc x reader #this got surprisingly long sorry about that. I was just in a writing groove it seems #really tired again today but hey tomorrow is Thursday for me and on Friday I'm gonna take a nap #it's been fun writing for Madcom again but I really gotta replay the game. I haven't had the time to do that just yet #between work and writing and other mandatory things I barely have time for anything at all these days #I barely get an hour for myself per day these day unfortunately. but oh well. writing can be fun #I just wish I had more ideas of my own on what to write. I had an idea today but I'm not sure if I should write it #well I don't have much to say. but I think I'm gonna write Hank differently from how I used to #I still have a few requests I wrote back then that I never posted plus another drabble about white Hank in my drafts #it's finished but I haven't gotten around to posting it since I'm not satisfied with it at all. writer's curse I suppose #I think I'm gonna cut my rambles short this time. have a nice day anon. and anyone else reading this too

[purpledisastertwin900]

we need your help

My twin and I are fighting about two names

One of us thinks Emerson is better

The other thinks Marshall is better

I won’t tell you who thinks what name is better, but I need you guys to vote on this poll and tell us

Please vote, and please vote correctly bc I must destroy my twin @disastertwins9000

#radio rambles #random drabbles #polls #Emerson #Marshall #vote and Reblog or you hate both of us /j

[jessamine-rose]

*cries in revisions* ૮(˶╥︿╥)ა

#istg angel capitano will be the death of me #i am finally revising the incoherent mess that is my rough draft and *sobs* #j-just one more set of hcs + drabble…… #god i cannot wait to see my mutuals’ reactions when they read this xD #yandere! angel! capitano……what kind of crimes will he commit ^o^ #jessamine rambles

[mad-c1oud]

ao3 is down so I will be posting all 140k words from my fics here to tumblr! It will not be annoying or difficult to sort though at all! have fun!

#/j #though I am writing rn #I wish I had a drabble to hold you guys over with #mad ramblings

[soft--dragon]

Something I want but will probably never get is a scene in The Bad Batch of Crosshair and Omega having a tender/soft moment together. None of the other boys are around, it's just the grouchy older brother and sunshine little sister being able to hang out together and nothing goes wrong.

Small drabble idea below :)

The scene I've envisioned is Crosshair fresh outta the Empire and back with his brothers, but he doesn't feel like he belongs there, or that he hasn't earnt a place back with them after what he chose. He's sitting on the stairs of the Havoc Marauder in the evening, toothpick in his fingers and listening to a song on the radio beside him. Omega finds him like that, alone, so horribly cut off from the warmth inside the ship and away from his batch mates.

She takes a seat next to him and he tries not to flinch at her sudden presence, but it's obvious he's still quite high strung after his experience with the empire. She gently coaxes him into conversation, ranging from topics that could be his favourite colour or the best shot he's ever had with his rifle. Slowly but surely, he starts to unravel and open himself a bit more to her, letting the child goad him into some playful banter

The evening goes along, the light from the Havoc Marauder casting the pair in a warm glow. Omega, having run out of questions, lets the silence settle comfortably between them, the radio being the only noise besides the gentle murmurs of the other Batchers talking inside the ship.

A soft song comes on the radio and Omega recognizes it, it was one of Echo's favourites to sing when he thought no one else could hear him. She slowly turns it up and stands from her spot to offer her hand to her big brother, a silent request to dance. Crosshair lifts a brow skeptically but after a moment of internal debate and an unwavering staring contest, he lets her pull him up and onto the grass at the base of the stairs. She treats him like glass as she gently places her hand on his side and holds his hand carefully in hers, smiling up at Crosshair when he rests his free hand on her shoulder. Slowly, they start to move in a circle, not much coordination or plan in their steps, but staying within the rhythm of the music nonetheless.

The longer they dance together, Crosshair's tense posture unwinds further, and he slumps a bit, letting out a slow breath. It's the first time his brow has lost its furrow since he got back, and Omega is relieved to see his face without the tension. Feeling brave, she risks saying something that might make Crosshair clam up. "I'm glad you're here," she whispers, earnest and trusting. "It's nice."

Crosshair doesn't respond for a while, absorbing the quiet admittance in his own time. After a minute, he hums lowly, his eyes on the skyline to avoid meeting Omega's concerned, innocent eyes. He hesitates then mutters, "It isn't the worst, I suppose."

Omega's eyes light up, a beaming smile on her face. Crosshair gets no warning. She lets go of his hand and side to embrace his middle, hugging him tightly and still swaying on the spot to the music. Crosshair stares down at her for a long while, then scoffs and rests his arms over her shoulders.

"Womp rat," he grumbles, pretending there isn't a fond slant to his eyes and a small quirk of his lips.

"Grouch," Omega says back softly, affection evident in her tone.

They slowly spin in circles to the song, Omega hugging her big brother to reassure herself that he's really here, and Crosshair keeps his eyes on the sky so he doesn't have to deal with the swelling emotion building inside of him.

For the first time in what felt like years, he feels safe.

Will something like this ever happen? Highly unlikely, I know Mr Dave Filoni and I know he's more likely to stomp on our hearts and throw salt in the wound. I truly hope Crosshair gets something akin to this though, god knows he needs it. The trope of characters slow dancing together and being vulnerable holds a very special place in my heart, and I low-key want Crosshair to have a moment like that

Also, the song I was listening to while envisioning this was 'Apocalypse' by Cigarettes After Sex, it's really a beautiful song, and it makes me emotional every time I hear it :)

Also, feel like I should add that despite some of the lyrics in the song, this idea is all entirely platonic and shouldn't be taken romantically please and thank you <3

#dragon speaks #the bad batch #the bad batch rambles #drabble #i have got so many ideas #dave. i am respectfully asking you to let me write the fluff scenes of tbb #/j #the bad batch writing #crosshair #omega

[vamossainz55]

opening reqs temporarily…

feel free to req from this prompt list <3

#if nobody sends in a req no u didnt see this #all the love <3 #i j need some drabble inspo to write again #muah muah #nik rambles

[lovelyhan]

mandatory public i love rj post i felt like i was in the trenches the whole time i was off

#💬 kai rambles #can you go through separation anxiety without actually meeting your friend irl /j #i lovw you i hope u like the latest inflection point drabble

[darling-dont-scream]

Even if Lud hadn’t really admired J from afar before his streaming career, I’m sure it wouldn’t take long for Lud to take a liking to J’s down to earthiness that he presents and the creativity that Lud mentions everytime.

I propose that once they’ve collabed (maybe this is a canon divergence from irl timeline?) (so maybe skoold then after dollhouse he really sees J shine) he’d start to understand the silliness, perp the horror even, the horror being the charisma J brings from just being himself, sticking around to watch the occasional stream, just to prep the horror more.

Lud is a great showman, he’ll never let J know how nervous he gets or what effect the compact man has over him

#jlud #jlvds #drabble #ramble #j #lud

[heymrspatel]

(kid cudi voice) now look at this

AH-!

i am having such a strong reaction to this!! like that's the same lil guy! that's our guy! and i love him so damn much and he's my favorite silly billy and he's sweet and kind and loving and dopey and beautiful and strong and brave and courageous and the biggest brightest shining light!!!

that's our guy! and he was so so little and then he was not and he's still wearing the same clothes and i bet this was a hand-me-down to begin with and i bet it's so soft and comforting now. and he still latches on to it.

and the time passes. and he keeps going back to this shirt.

he grew up in it, he fell in love in it, his heart got broken in it, he met the love of his life at the docks in it. the cycle repeating itself and he still had this shirt. until things quieted down. he got married. they moved out. he settled into his life and his body and his threadbare beige shirt with the little buttons.

and now mickey wears it. he sticks his little hands out. sleeve paws for ian to giggle over. he's endeared by it.

his shirt that stuck around.

#what the fuck happened to me here... #i dont even know what i fucking said. i just saw these two pictures and i went blind #ray you're actually the biggest brightest shining light 💙🩵 #whatthebodygraspsnot #asks #j ramble drabbles #gallavich

[youraveragemii]

WAITIN PATIENTLY . i sits i waits

#am i a cookie ... or a robot? || rambles #yall can do like little drabble sentences or whatever in the replies idm im just testin out new lil names and seein if i like them #eteled/henry will definitely still be my name its my brand /j #.. /hj

[purpledisastertwin900]

Give me your sona 🔫

diona….diona please……how will I feed my family 😭

The only thing I have is this picrew lmao. I have other picrews I liked, if you want you can pick from one of those

#I’m not an artist so I haven’t the talent to make an actual sona 😭 #someone drew me a trollsona which was hype #but not a main sona #radio rambles #random drabbles #answered asks #be careful with my sona she has anxiety /j

[whats-a-reading]

I was tagged by @hardboiledteacozy, so thanks jay! I love these things, they’re fun. Even if I’m almost always too lazy to tag people.

Rules: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have wips.

...oh lord I have too many wips, so I’ll probably narrow this down to ‘I intended to finish it for posting at one point/there is at least a snippet in the doc’

Alright, I’m sorting these per fandom

Dishonor on Ozai’s Cow [listen, if anyone who read that thing is still lurking here on this blog, I’ll get the arc 2 summary up probably by december]

Benevolent Assimilation

failure, failure, failure (fly into the depths)

Timey wimey torture fic

I will rise like the ashes from a building as it burns

settle down, tear it down

h-why [file title, not fic title; fic title: The Light Fixture is About To Fall Off]

my boy builds coffins

titans win AU you horrid twitchy fingers

there’s a mean storm comin’

the apotheosis doc

AA fic (title pending

aroace franziska set up

untitled baroryuu you don’t even have a premise

if life ain’t just a joke, then why are we laughing

in the line

I wish I were there, with death at my heels

testing [fic title is actually “I’ll await that trumpet’s wail”]

Also yes, I did not close the parenthesis for “AA fic (title pending”... I guess I forgot.

Bonus: there’s an abandoned third installment of the Raft AU titled “I’m in Hot Water” [also all... 2 and a half... installments of that AU are in the same doc]

If you’ve reached this far and you have WIPs, consider yourself tagged by me

#tag game #j rambles #I really should get something done... and this doesn't even count the thing I'm working on that's private/not for posting... that's another #...wip #yes #...I'm just glad the no duel au was a bunch of drabbles... thank god I actually managed to finish a wip #well I've finished a few... but yeah #all of this shit in 2 years wow okay

[parthenosvenus]

oomfs who hate to see what i’ve become (read: steddie enjoyer) should be thankful that i have no time to write, or they’d see me fall even deeper

#text #if i started writing steddie drabbles dani would just stop talking to me /j #ramblings

[flowerbeds-and-fairywings]

l.es mis selfshippers what are we going to do for the barricade days ( @lovinglittlecrow @squips-ship )

#i mean i'm on the barricade with f.erre i dunno what you guys are doing /j #though i'd lowkey be up for writing drabbles or doing an art trade or honestly just rambling to each other lmao #i want to be more active on here and also !! b.arricade days !!!

[bkghq]

i'll make a nav as soon as 'm done postin' all of my drafts ! ! pls bare w me until then >:(((

#[ ♱ ] — rambles n tea #i know it can b hard when there is no sense of order >_< #i will get 2 it soon ! ! ! <3 #there r j so many fics n drabbles n smaus i need to repost kinda tiring #but ! ! ! 'm finally happy