#triple drabble

[starryeyedjanai]

Steve's sprawled out on the couch with Eddie on top of him when the phone rings.

This is the first time they’ve had time for this in a week, so he’s not surprised when Eddie leans back to say, “Let it ring.”

He trails kisses down Steve's neck and Steve relaxes back into the couch—the loud sound of the phone ringing had made his muscles tense.

Eddie sucks a mark on his neck as he grinds their hips together, the sound of the phone becoming background noise again.

Steve shivers when Eddie runs his teeth over his pulse point.

The phone stops ringing and the answering machine starts going, playing the recorded, “You’ve reached the Harrington’s. Sorry we couldn't make it to the phone,” message out loud.

Eddie’s mouth catches Steve's in a bruising kiss right before the caller’s voice rings out shrill over the line.

“Steve, it’s happening. If you’re home, get to the hospital now,” Robin’s voice says and then the answering machine clicks off.

Fuck. They’ve been waiting for this phone call for over a week.

They immediately spring apart and Eddie hauls him up by the hand. He throws Steve his shirt and Steve pulls it over his head quickly.

“Fuck,” he says. “Robin’s going to make fun of me for the rest of our lives for missing the call that my nephew is being born.”

Eddie’s pulling his pants on with an amused expression. He laughs and says, “You think I’m gonna let you forget? You’ve been wound up about this for over a week now. Baby Buckley has incredible timing.”

Steve glares at him. “Yeah, yeah. The one time I try to let loose for ten minutes to be with my boyfriend is the time that Chrissy goes into labor.”

Incredible timing, indeed.

#stwgdailyprompt #steddie #stranger things #steddie drabble #drabble #triple drabble #janai.doc #prompt: missing an important phone call

[outtoshatter]

Casual

For @twistedamusement

They both agreed they could—wanted to—keep it casual. It became almost a game to see who could stay the most casual, no matter what they did, what they felt. Derek casually sealed their first kiss. Stiles casually pulled him into bed the first time. Breathing hard, staring at the ceiling with stars in his eyes, Derek asked, "Wanna do that again?" Casually, of course. Stiles rolled on top of him and playfully bit at his chest. "You up for it, big guy?" Days and nights and weeks later, Stiles casually cooked dinner for them both, and Derek made breakfast. Spare toothbrushes were added to each bathroom without fanfare. Early one morning, still pleasantly buzzing from the night before, Derek crept to the kitchen, digging in the bag he'd left on the counter. Stiles was still asleep, arm flung across the bed onto Derek's side. Derek set the key casually in his upturned palm, then quietly dressed for work. His phone was silent all day. When he returned home, there were sneakers by the door, three hoodies in the coat closet, and a note on the fridge: Went to get dinner -S He smiled. Stiles moved his things in and a year later, casually sent Derek listing for bigger places, closer to both of their jobs. They found a larger house, one with a yard and a reading nook for Derek and an office space for Stiles. "I love you," Derek said, casually of course. Stiles kissed him, hands at his waist, nearly sweeping him off his feet. "I love you, too." Just as casual. Six months, hundreds of boxed and gallons of paint later, Derek woke to the scent of bacon and waffles wafting into the room from downstairs. A black velvet box sat casually on his chest.

Also on ao3 🔒

#sterek #triple drabble #teen wolf #derek hale #stiles stilinski #teen wolf ficlet #fluff #gia writes

[polutrope]

The night his father rides out over Anfauglith, Fingon does not sleep. He stands upon the parapet of Barad Eithel’s highest watchtower. It is a clear night of icy starlight — but to the North all is dark. 

The Eagle appears suddenly, like a blue brushstroke against the blushing dawn. All through the slow sunrise Fingon’s heart hangs upon the brink of hope and despair. Could Manwë’s pity bless them twice? 

He teeters towards despair on the Eagle’s return journey, for it is somber and without urgency. Still, Fingon waits. He waits until the ends of his nails are scraped away from clinging to the stone walls.

The Eagle wheels down into the jagged bowl of the Echoriath. 

Fingon forestalls the onslaught of grief with denials, clinging, clinging. Say not that he is gone. Say not that the Noldor have lost their King. The Eagle rises again!

“Thorondor!” Fingon cries, knowing he can be no other.

Once the Lord of Eagles bore Fingon hither. Against reason Fingon hopes to see his father where once Thorondor accepted the burden of another Fingon loves.

But Thorondor’s back is bare. Fingon chokes, nearly collapses onto the stone — but his eyes catch on a flash of light beneath the Eagle’s great body. He hauls himself to standing. 

Thorondor lands upon the tower’s roof, huge and majestic. In his talons he holds Fingolfin’s sword. Ringil, glittering through ropes of thick black blood. 

The Eagle offers no words of explanation or consolation. He lets the sword fall gently at Fingon’s feet, and that is enough. Fingon knows: Fingolfin has fallen, but not in vain. 

Reverential, grieving, Fingon bends to pick it up. As he stands, his cheeks are streaked with the salt trails of his tears, blown back by the beat of the Eagle’s wings. 

#fingon #fingolfin #thorondor #ringil #triple drabble #my fic #no but Fingon deserves a bit of Fingolfin too

[dallianceangel]

𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜 🛁🍻

Here’s a triple drabble for you all, I love me some soft Happy😍

🛁 comments, likes and reblogs are highly appreciated 🛁

“Missed me, handsome?” you ask Happy, leaning against the doorframe, still in your nurse’s uniform.

“Always,” Happy whispers with a smile, the sight of you in your uniform immediately turning him on.

Closing the door behind you, Happy can barely keep his composure as he watches you slowly strip to your underwear, his eyes darting to the hickeys he left on your breasts a few days ago. Guiding you into the adjoining bathroom, your boyfriend greets you with a desperate kiss.

“Fuck, baby, I’ve missed you.”

You can’t help smiling. “I’ve missed you, so much.”

Rock music starts playing in the distance, a sure sign that another rowdy clubhouse party has just begun. Normally, you’d show your face before retreating to Happy’s dorm a few hours later, but tonight you’re both in no mood to party.

“Lavender or Jasmine?” Happy asks you, holding up two bottles of bubble bath liquid, hoping a bubble bath will help you recover from your difficult shift.

“Jasmine, please.”

While you step outside to grab a bottle of beer from the small fridge in the corner of his room, Happy works on drawing the most romantic bubble bath you have ever seen. Lighting some soy wax candles, dimming the lights, putting on some romantic music, making sure the water is the exact temperature that you like, he’s gone all out for you. “Come on in, darlin’!”

Removing your underwear and grabbing another beer from the fridge, you join your boyfriend in the bathtub, completely in awe of what he’s done for you. “This is perfect, baby, thank you.”

He reaches out to hold your hand. “Think they’ll miss us?”

“They are probably too drunk to notice we’re not there.”

Happy chuckles, clinking his beer bottle against yours, signalling the start of your romantic evening together.

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[infiniteeight8]

maybe some ironstrange with sleep deprived Stephen😭I’ve been sleep deprived lately so this feels fitting hahah. Thank you!!

I hope you’ve managed to get some sleep since you sent this prompt! Being sleep deprived sucks. Which makes you wonder why its so hard to get to bed on time…

Anyway! Allow Stephen to suffer on your behalf. 😀

-

When Tony stepped into the Sanctum, he found Stephen standing in the lobby, looking faintly confused. There were dark circles under his eyes, and he was swaying slightly; the Cloak might have been holding him up.

“You look like death warmed over, doc,” Tony said. “When was the last time you slept?”

Stephen abruptly focused, looking alarmed. “No sleep!” 

Tony crossed the foyer and took Stephen by the arm, leading him towards the sitting room. “I’m pretty sure sleeping is actually a requirement of life, no matter how much I wish it wasn’t.”

Stephen groaned and rubbed his eyes. “No. I mean, yes. It is a requirement. But I can’t sleep yet. I’ve been fighting an entity in the Nightmare Realm. If I sleep, I go right back to the battle. I need to stay awake to replenish my energy.”

Tony diverted away from the couch he’d been aiming for and walked Stephen in a circle instead. “Staying awake to replenish energy. That’s a new one.”

“Mystical energy and physical energy are different,” Stephen muttered. He leaned into Tony. “Please don’t let me fall asleep.”

“Sure thing, Gandalf,” Tony said. Not the kind of help he thought he’d be giving, but Stephen always did manage to surprise him. It was one of his favorite things about the man. “I can walk you around, but I have a feeling we’re going to need more than that.”

“Talk,” Stephen suggested. “I like listening to you talk.”

“Not gonna lie, I feel like that falls into the category of things you wouldn't tell me if your brain was working properly,” Tony said.

Stephen groaned. “I know. But I’d still rather have you here than anyone else.”

Tony smiled, warmth blooming in his chest. “I’m never going to let you forget any of this.”

#IronStrange #triple drabble

[airas-story]

since you asked for prompts: ironstrange within a winged!universe?

Stephen stared at the picture of Tony from before Afghanistan. He looked majestic with his dark wings flared behind him. Tony was only a few inches shorter than Stephen, but without wings he’d always felt… smaller.

Stephen traced the outline of the wings. The feathers would have been soft, well cared for. Tony would have had quality wing-care product.

Would Tony have let Stephen touch? Let him preen those golden-brown feathers with all the intimacy that required?

Tony had never touched Stephen’s wings. Stephen longed for it but didn’t know how to ask.

“Looking at my golden age?” 

Stephen startled at Tony’s voice. He flinched back from the computer screen and turned. Tony leaned against the doorframe, watching him. 

Tony’s eyes were the same color as the wings in the picture, rich brown with undertones of gold. Beautiful.

“Sorry. I…” didn’t have a good excuse.

“It’s fine,” Tony said. “I get that I’m a rarity.”

It was no excuse. Stephen had worked in a hospital, he’d had exposure to those who had, for one reason or another, lost their wings. He knew how painful a subject it could be. After his accident there had been concern that his own wings would need amputation. They’d healed, but even now Stephen’s left wing hurt with too much exertion. The cloak had kept him in the air more than once when the pain got bad.

“Do you miss them?” The question slipped out without permission.

“Sometimes.” Tony tapped the arc reactor. “I don’t let it keep me down.” It made light of the situation, but it had been a sensitive question. Tony’s gaze ran over Stephen’s tucked wings. Understanding flickered in his eyes. “You have beautiful wings, Stephen. They could use a good preen, though.”

Stephen’s heart jumped at the implied offer. 

“Please.”

#triple drabble #ironstrange #stephen strange #tony stark #prompt fill #fic

[cephalog0d]

Batkid Drabble - "Hide"

Only Dick’s excellent reflexes saved his smoothie from going all over his front when Tim came sprinting around the corner and collided with him.

“Whoa, where’s the fire?”

“Shit, sorry, uh, I need to hide,” Tim said rapidly, glancing around like there was a good spot in the mostly empty corridor.

“Tim!” Jason’s voice shouted after him.

“I got you,” Dick said with a grin. Without giving Tim a chance to respond, he flung his hoodie around Tim, zipped it up, and turned back to face the direction Jason was coming from.

“Dick!” Tim squawked, trying to wriggle free from where he was pinned up against his brother’s back.

“Shh,” Dick said. He leaned one shoulder against the wall and waited.

A couple of seconds later, Jason came storming around the corner, scowling heavily.

“Hey, have you seen-” He stopped as he actually looked at Dick, with his weird-fitting hoodie and extra feet.

“Are you fucking kidding me.”

“Seen what?” Dick gave him his very best look of wide-eyed clueless innocence and took an especially loud slurp of his drink.

“You know what? No. I’m not doing this.” Jason waved a hand vaguely in Dick (and Tim’s) direction to indicate what “this” was.

“Doing what, Jay?” Dick asked sweetly.

“Nope.” Jason turned to walk away. “You’re both idiots. I have shit to do. But don’t think I’m going to just let this go, Drake!”

“I cannot believe that actually worked,” Tim said when he was gone, his voice muffled by fabric. Dick obligingly unzipped his hoodie to free his little brother, his smile going much sharper and less innocent.

“Jason’s tolerance for obfuscating nonsense is shockingly low. Now,” Dick slung an arm around Tim’s shoulder, “what did you do to annoy him and how can I help make it worse?”

((Cross-posted to AO3))

#fictober23 #fanfiction #batfam #prompt no. 2 - don't worry i got you #triple drabble #this is extremely silly but i'm having A Week and i needed something extremely silly #dick grayson is a troll #dick grayson #tim drake #jason todd #batboys #ceph writes things #i had to take my cat to the vet unexpectedly and he spent the whole time hiding in my nightwing hoodie and i got inspired #(and needed a distraction from anxiety spiraling) #(and i really enjoy writing Dick leaning hard into his Ditz Grayson persona specifically to annoy his siblings)

[jedi-order-apologist]

A Small Piece to Pass On

Obi-Wan keeps a journal, and hopes that he will not be the only one to read it. Written for Fandom Empire Prompt Tables 2024 - Prompt: "to write" and StarWars100 - Prompt: "Book"

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Writing by hand was not quite a lost art. On Coruscant, there wasn’t much use for it, but a Jedi’s duties took them far and wide, to many planets with many customs, so it was a skill they all learned and practiced.

Obi-Wan had never imagined the extent that he would end up using it, however. Certainly, a holocron would have suited his purposes better in many ways. But a mad hermit’s journal might be overlooked. A holocron might too, but not by the more dangerous agents of the Empire.

So he wrote.

He wrote of his day, of the things he was experiencing on Tatooine. He wrote of the people he saw and spoke to – fewer in number than he was once accustomed to, but no less in character. He wrote of his hopes for the future, for the days when the Empire would be a distant memory.

But above all else, he wrote of the Jedi. He wrote everything he could think of, from their tenets that he could recite from heart, to in-depth training routines, to anecdotes from his own childhood, to descriptions of the Archives or the Room of a Thousand Fountains. He keenly felt his lack of ability to encompass it all, how small a part of his people he could capture in this little book. He could describe everything he remembered, but knew that words could never compare to living it. And there was so much that he didn’t know, or only knew in passing, that he couldn’t hope to even begin to describe.

But something was better than nothing, and there were so few Jedi left that if anything of their history was to survive, Obi-Wan had to write.

And trust that one day, Luke, and other Jedi to come, would read it.

#obi-wan kenobi #peppermint writes star wars fic #triple drabble

[cilil]

It comes in Threes

✍ Prompt: Throuple + veni vidi vici | Arien/Eönwë/Melkor x Mairon ✍ Synopsis: On Almaren, Mairon finds various lovers; in his hubris, he wants them all. ✍ Warnings: Mairon is a little shit ✍ Triple drabble ✍ SWG archive

The first time Mairon acquires a lover, it is purely by happenstance. 

It is Arien who seeks him out, who comes to him when he is by himself and makes the effort to get to know him. 

He is the only fire spirit left beside her, and she desperately craves a companion who understands her, Mairon knows. But he too grows fond of her — her grace, her pride, her temper, her nature that is so similar to his own. 

And it's a comfortable position to be in, to be sought after by one of Almaren's most admired and desirable Maiar.

Eönwë has been watching them, both him and Arien. Mairon has long since seen his longing glances and observed his attempts to be near either of them, visiting Vána's meadows and Aulë's forges to talk to them under some pretence. 

His attention, too, is flattering, much like Arien's, as he's the chief of the Maiar and renowned for his strength in battle. 

Arien thinks of him as a cute little toy. Mairon agrees. They decide together that they want him. 

Eönwë is overjoyed when they embrace him, having expected rejection; yet now he's a part of the love he desired. 

Melkor has little consideration for Mairon's Maiarin lovers and thinks himself the victor of any competition before it has even begun. 

At first Mairon is irate and rejects him, but later he begrudgingly sees a strange wisdom in his stance. For would he not be a fool to trade a Vala for a few Maiar, lovers he so easily acquired no less? 

To become Melkor's would be effortless, Mairon thinks, but to claim him on his own terms would be a challenge. 

The willful Vala has his own plans, but in his hubris, he wants him for his collection still. 

Thanks for reading! ♡

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[septic-skele]

“Can we talk later, brother?” Blue suggests. It stings more than it should when he doesn’t even glance in Papyrus’ direction. His laugh at the mountains of paperwork around him, however, is even more painful, high-pitched, desperate in a way he never should be. “I’m afraid I sorely underestimated how much paperwork the queen left behind—but the paperwork underestimates me! I really am incredibly busy conquering it!”

“Too busy for me?” Papyrus tuts softly, knowing it’s a low blow, but it does the job. Blue flinches almost imperceptibly, eyelights tearing instantly away from the lists and reports and—

Stars, his gaze has never looked so wide and wan and lost. You’d never notice it unless you were Papyrus, Muffet or Alphys—because no matter how many friends he has among the townsfolk, how many of them really know anything of him behind the uplifting grin?

“No. No, Papy, never,” he assures, lying through his smiling teeth, forcing himself up from the desk on his last legs to welcome him into a hug. Because he thinks he has to, because he lives to serve. Service is his duty. Duty gives him purpose. Purpose gives it all meaning. Meaning is a light at the end of this terribly lonely tunnel. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to imply anything of the sort. I always have time for you. I’ll make time! I…I’m the King, after all. I operate by no one’s schedule but my own now! Heh…”

Papyrus hums something vaguely like agreement, keeps his breathing slow and steady and his grip tight. Maybe if he holds on long enough, if he makes enough time, Blue will slip. Maybe he’ll relent, crumple or cry or (dare he even think it?) finally sleep and Papyrus can take care of him for once.

#undertale #underswap #sans #papyrus #swap sans #swap papyrus #neutral route #king sans #fanfiction #ficlet #triple drabble #angst #brotherly love #blue's always making time for everyone but himself #:(

[twobirdsflytogether]

Had a silly shower thought so i shall share (the thought is actually just the last sentence)

Lil triple drabble below

qJaiden has accepted death. Really she has, as she watches the timer click down. Seeing the sunset in the horizon, closing her eyes. Accepting. As an intense wave of heat blows against her and it all goes blank and silent. Hearing the faint sound that she knows is her kids. But also talking? A distorted voice of someone familiar and one very unfamiliar. Silence overtakes her again.

Startling awake in the vibrant purple room, the ominous music quieter than it use to. Looking around so confused. Its the chaos entity room under Cellbit's castle, but it's been warped.

How'd she get there? What the hell happened?

Clear evidence of an earthquake from the changes of the room. She stands and calls out

"hey! Anyone here? What happened? How am I here?" Pausing and quietly "....Jacob? ...You there bud?"

Suddenly the music gets louder, and the room seemingly glows. A flash of a familiar form appears, Lady luck has shown themself. Another flash, an odd swirl of color, and an entity appears, an unknown state of matter then can be described as a liquid flame forms by lady luck.

"Jaiden! Been awhile." Jacob says folding his multiple sets of wings.

The flame like creature also says something, but she can't understand.

Tilting her head, "..I thought I died? How am I here? Jacob did you twist my luck our something???"

He laughs, fluttering his wings a bit "Well, I couldnt let my best friend and loyal devotee die now could I? No. But I didnt do it alone. It appears you've devoted yourself to another deity?"

The flame grumbles

"Entity? Whatever. Point is. We both brought you back, we worked surprisingly well together to get you"

Jaiden nods along, but tilts her head again. "How?"

Such a simple question

The flame thing and Jacob gravitate closer together, their voices seemingly merging

"you see. Chaos and Luck arent all that different"

Edit;

alternative sentence.

"Luck is just another form of chaos after all"

#q!jaiden #qsmp jaiden #ordem paranormal stuff #ladyluck!Jacob #triple drabble #fuck you qJaiden is alive #and I will think of a million ways to have her be alive still #twobirdsflytogether post

[hecula-propaganda]

@the-crow-binary

~

“I trust you that you will be able to take down the Belmont.”

“I’m capable, my Lord.”

Which didn’t mean Hector had any intention of doing so. The path he had traced on his maps should take him in the opposite direction, to give the hunter a wide berth.

It’s not cowardice. It is the primal will to live.

The feeble voice in his mind could only crushed by the weight of the guilt that paralyzes him on the spot, kneeling right at his Lord’s feet.

Hector dares not lift his head, for he knows that his brittle resolve to save himself would shatter at the sight of the man who gave him shelter and warmth.

He used me. I refuse to be his tool! I deserve better than that!

And it was Lord Dracula himself who taught him his own worth, so Hector was only being a good student.

There was a time where there was no room in his heart for spite against his savior.

Moved not by reason, but by a spark ignited in his chest, Hector clasped his Lord’s hand like many times before, and planted a long kiss on that cold skin, until the chill seeped in his lips.

The kiss of Judah.

“Oh, Hector,” and he didn’t need to look at the vampire: his smile, that poisonous smile that had him ensnared for years, was audible. “You will never change.”

He bit back a smile.

“Forgive me, my Lord,” Hector replied, and stood up, gaze fixated on his own bloody hands, “but I believe I did already. I can only thank you for the man I have become.”

To Lord Dracula, he owed his most sincere gratitude, for raising him to become the kind of man that can decide for himself to seek life.

#castlevania #triple drabble #hecula #hecula writing #:)

[midwinterspringwrites]

dark was the way (still that voice inside my head)

Rated T | Darklina

She'd known he'd be able and willing to help her, when no one else was.

A triple drabble for @scrapbirdy for Fragments of Sun and Shadow.

Moodboard by me.

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#my fic #shadow and bone #darklina fanfic #shadow and bone fanfic #darklina #aleksander morozova #alina starkov #triple drabble #aleksander x alina #alina x darkling

[anisaanisa]

Kagome’s time between worlds. Drabble collection for @inukag-week 2023 ☆ Chapter 3/7 – Safe: Kagome has a nightmare. Tags: Night Terrors / Emotional Hurt /Comfort Word Count: 300 (Triple Drabble) 《 Previous〡Next 》

The scream torn from her during the throes of sleep woke the whole house.

“Kagome!” Her door burst open, and her mother appeared, startled and ashen, followed closely by her brother and grandfather crowding the doorway.

She fought for breath while her name echoed cruelly, shaky knuckles catching the alarm clock as she searched for the table lamp that stayed lit from sundown to sunrise. She gripped its metal stem like a vice; it was cool, solid.

Tangible.

The bed dipped as she pulled the lamp closer, focusing on the light fracturing through the glass, and the sting prickling her fingers. A hand touched her knee, and she turned watery eyes towards her mother.

Her voice cracked when she asked, “Was it even real?”

“Oh, Kagome.” She reached out, engulfing her. “Of course it was. Of course, it was.” Soft hands brushed away the hair sticking to her face. The floorboards creaked while her brother and grandfather retreated, and her mother told her their story.

There was a girl. The day she was born, her mother knew she was destined for wonderful, terrifying, and unbelievably great things. There was a well. A monster unlike anything in this world had dragged her down it, centuries back in time. And there was a boy. He’d been pinned to the tree outside her window, where it bore his scar to this day.

Kagome loosened her grip, letting go of the lamp to return the embrace anchoring her. Knee-jerk fright perpetuated her towards the comfort of her family, and they’d adapted to her return with unwavering certainty.

Yet in her dreams, she sought someone else, and on nights like this, it was one truth that she clung to: the demons haunting her in the modern world needed a much rougher, and impossibly stronger hand.

Fin

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#Limerence #kagome #kagome higurashi #inuyasha x kagome #inukag week 2023 #inukag week #inuyasha #inuyasha fanfiction #triple drabble #anisaanisaff

[starbula]

maybe we make a deal

prompt: free day rating: T for @starbulaweek, day 7

The Guardians were on Contraxia, tracking some valuable information for their latest mission. Nebula was working a target, but she was getting frustrated. Peter’s eyes had not left her in hours and he kept popping in on her radio comm with "helpful" comments. 

Her target was an idiot, but even they were going to notice something soon enough. She needed to shut this down before it got out of hand. 

Excusing herself to the restroom, Nebula jumped on comms. “Peter, get your ass over to my location now.” 

Nebula watched as Peter made his way to her. As soon as he was within reach, she grabbed his arm and hauled him into a nearby closet. 

“What’s the matter with you?” She was trying to keep her emotions in check. “Are you trying to blow this entire mission?”

“The target is a scumbag.” Peter huffed. 

“No shit. If you haven’t noticed, we’re on Contraxia. This whole place is crawling with scumbags.”

“Yeah, but the others aren’t manhandling you.” Peter countered.

Nebula was starting to realize what was going on. She glared at Peter, “You do not need to protect me. I’m fully capable of handling this.” 

“I know that, but-” 

Nebula cut him off. “But nothing. You don’t get to act like this just because we’re dating.” 

Pete’s voice softened, “I know I don’t, but I can’t stand the thought of you getting hurt.”

Nebula sighed and placed her hand on his cheek. “Peter, I can’t promise you that I’m never going to get hurt, but I need to be able to do my job.” 

She rubbed her thumb over his cheek. “Can I trust that you’ll leave me alone out there to do my job. A job that I’m very good at?”

Peter leaned in for a kiss, “Yes, ma’am.

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#starbula week 2023 #starbula #quebula #nebula x peter quill #peter quill x nebula #nebula x peter #peter x nebula #mystarbulastuff #triple drabble

[infiniteeight8]

Tony and Stephen prompt, can we get Tony getting frustrated at something?

Tony barged into the penthouse scowling. It was hard to barge into a place with nothing but automated sliding doors, but Tony managed.

Rhodey, waiting on the couch for what had become their usual post-mortem, held up a tumbler of whiskey even as he sipped his own. Tony grabbed it, yanked off his tie with the other hand, and tossed the liquor back in one swallow.

Rhodey winced. “Date go that badly?”

“No,” Tony snarled. “It was wonderful. The restaurant was perfect. Stephen looked amazing. I looked amazing. We got so caught up in talking we went through two coffees after dessert.”

“But…?” 

Tony stalked over to the bar to refill his glass. “When we said goodnight, he told me I was a good friend. How can anyone be this oblivious? How?!?”

Rhodey groaned even as Tony flopped down onto the couch. “Tony, have you tried telling him that these are dates, not meals?”

“Sure I did!” Tony managed to sip the whiskey this time. “This time I even said, ‘Great, it’s a date!’ after he agreed.”

“Have you tried telling him in a way that can’t be mistaken for a flippant confirmation of plans?” Rhodey said dryly. “Maybe by referencing, oh, I don’t know, your feelings?”

Tony scowled. “He’s smart. I shouldn’t have to be… obvious.”

For ‘obvious’, read ‘vulnerable’, Rhodey thinks. For awhile there, he’d thought that Strange was playing oblivious on purpose in order to force Tony to open up. Communication was important in relationships, after all. But no, according to Wong he really was just clueless. The temptation to step in and sort everything out for them was strong, but, well, the both of them needed a kick in the head when it came to expressing themselves. They might as well give it to each other.

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