#601 words

[justasuicidecase]

A Man, A Mess And Mario Kart

I hope you enjoy a little bodyguard!Sneeg x celebrity!Jschlatt. Also, thanks for 100 followers! I don’t know why, but I guess you guys enjoy my writing about the gremlins..? Anyway, here’s a little SMPlive fanfic for you guys!

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Nerves shot through his veins as he stood outside his new boss’s office. Mr. Schlatt was a celebrity that rarely spoke with anyone, so he couldn’t talk with anyone about the man and what he’s like in person. Sneeg drew in a deep breath and let it out after a moment. He reached his hand out and opened the door, revealing the exact opposite of what he imagined his employer’s office to look like. Instead of the well-kept, elegant office he pictured Schlatt’s office to be, a messy room greeted Sneeg instead. Various delivery containers littered any surface they could invade. Dirty clothes, a mix of causal t-shirts and formal blazers, scattered along the floor. Though, under the mess of clothes and old containers, he could see the true beauty of this apartment. This place must have cost a fortune, Sneeg thought as he scanned the room. “Hey, you the new guard?” a groggy voice asked from inside the house. Sneeg’s body tensed as his eyes searched for its source. Someone sat up on the couch, his long hair messy. “Uh, yeah,” he stuttered. The man stretched his arms above his head then stood up. Rich brown eyes closed as he yawned, giving him enough time to inspect his employer. A loose grey t-shirt and matching sweatpants hung off his lean build. The artificial glow from the TV spread over his tan skin. His long black hair and trimmed beards framed his face perfectly. Before Sneeg could examine him further, Schlatt opened his eyes. Schlatt asked in a conversational tone, “So, what’s your name?” He straightened his spine and folded his arms in front of him, one hand in front of the other. “My name is Sneeg. I am your personal bodyguard while you are under threat, sir.” Schlatt rolled his eyes and waved him off, “Cut the shit, Sneeg. We both know I’m not in any real danger.” He walked towards the kitchen. The sound of the refrigerator door opening and closing snapped him out of his confusion. “What do you mean you’re ‘not in any real danger’? You’ve received too many death threats to count. You are in major danger.” Schlatt walked to the couch and set the cappuccino in his hand on the coffee table. Replacing the canned coffee, he picked up a controller. After a moment of silence, Schlatt finally cocked his head towards the statue in his living room. “You wanna play some Mario Kart?” Sneeg slowly shook his head. A wide smile and bright eyes overtook his features as the celebrity’s guard stepped towards him. The man threw him a different controller which he almost dropped. They exchanged few words as they played, a casual joke or tease broke the air of concentration. The rising sun caught Sneeg’s eye accompanied by a new wave of exhaustion. He mentally cursed himself, “We gotta get some sleep.” Schlatt hummed in agreement. Before Sneeg could get Schlatt to his own bed, his boss laid his head on his shoulder, eyes closed and breathing lightly. He let the man sleep on his shoulder as Sneeg shut off the game system. Too tired to transport his boss’s sleeping body to his own bed, Sneeg leaned back on the sofa. Body fully relaxed, he felt his eyes drift shut. On the verge of sleep, he felt Schlatt shift closer to him, now hugging his arm. The two finally fell asleep, knowing in a few hours they would have to wake and attend Schlatt’s meeting.

[ask-reed-detroit]

One word drabble: snow -raakx

// many more soft!reed900 feels here… I have a feeling yall are gonna love this one :’) man i was grinning the entire time i was writing this,,

601 words!

Snow

Today was the day. Gavin closed his eyes and took a deep breath, letting it back out shakily. Slipping his hand into his pocket for what was probably the hundredth time today already, he brushed a finger over the ring nestled deep inside. He’d been planning this for weeks. It could not go wrong.

He heard a soft knock on the door and immediately drew his hand back out from his pocket as Nines opened it. “Are you ready?” he asked, approaching Gavin and taking his hands in his own. “You seem nervous. Is something wrong?”Damn androids, always able to see through him. Gavin shook his head.“I’m fine. Let’s go,” he disregarded, not wanting Nines to catch onto what he was planning.

“I still don’t understand why you wanted to do so much for my activation day… I told you, I would be perfectly fine with just staying home, like we usually-” Nines was cut off when Gavin’s lips met with his.“Shut up and just enjoy it?” He, almost questioned, once he pulled away. Nines grinned, willing to take the request. Gavin had brought Nines to a beach. It was layered with snow, it being November, but it wasn’t freezing cold. There were even a few other people there; some children nearby running around and playing in the snow, a couple walking in the distance, a group of guys building something in the snow that looked suspiciously like a dick. How romantic. He chuckled a little.

Gavin took Nines’ hand in his and lead him down onto the sand, the two of them walking side by side contentedly. He kept his other hand in his pocket, clutched around the ring, waiting for the right moment. They talked about nothing in particular, spans of comfortable silence between conversations. Every second that passed just increased Gavin’s nerves, and eventually he couldn’t stand it any longer.

He stopped, taking a deep breath and slipping his hand out of Nines’. The android turned to see him looking down at the floor, a blush across his cheeks. Or was that just the cold?

“Uuh, Nines, I- I really love you, and I-” Gavin couldn’t seem to get the words out, feeling like his throat was closing up. What should he say?

Fuck it.

He knelt down in the snow before the android, pulling the ring from his pocket.

“Nines, will you marry me?”

There was a beat of silence as Nines stared the ring Gavin held before him. He’d preconstructed this moment hundreds of times before, wondering how it would happen - if at all - whether it would be him or Gavin, whether it would be awkward or romantic.

“Gavin, I- Yes!” He finally spoke. He dived into Gavin’s arms, the two tumbling down into the snow that layered everything surrounding them. Gavin let out a laugh of relief, happiness, whatever it was, his eyes filled with tears- He couldn’t process anything, he was too overwhelmed with euphoria. Nines lifted himself up from Gavin, looking into his face, kissing every part of it possible. This just made Gavin laugh more, trying to pull himself away.

Eventually, Nines clambered off of him and stood up, Gavin following. He slipped the ring onto his boyfriend’s - no, his fiancé’s - finger.

Despite all Nines’ preconstructions, Gavin still managed to catch him off guard. Which was actually something he loved about the man - his unpredictability. It kept his life exciting. And he would be more than willing to spend the rest of his life with this unpredictable, beautifully imperfect human. Much more than willing.

[olive-the-queen-blog]

I Wish You'd Hold Me When I Turn My Back

As soon as her body hit the mattress, she knew she’d not get up again unless it was necessary. She stared at the ceiling wondering when sleep would come, but found that when she closed her eyes, all she could see was him walking away. It made her sick to her stomach, which at this point was the only emotion she could actually comprehend. Multiple times she’d emptied her stomach until there was nothing left but a dry heave that left her throat sore. Diana sat with her, pressing a cool washcloth to her forehead in an effort to calm her. But when she’d brought up food Olivia could only push it off of the table. Hungry was not an emotion she felt right now. When Diana left Olivia stayed wide awake. Sleep refused to take her, refused to let her free of the nightmare she was currently living in.

Breathe, breathe, breathe. She gave herself this command over and over again, praying her lungs wouldn’t collapse with the extra strength it took to simply continue breathing. Closing her eyes she prayed for sleep to find her, to release her. But all she found behind closed eyelids was his face, his hands, his voice, everything flooded her, every sense she had was fixed on something about him. And then came round two of nausea. Her stomach clenching, trying to force out something that wasn’t there. Maybe she would get lucky and pass out. But as she’d already learned, luck was not her friend right now. Vaguely she noticed someone place a glass of water on the bedside table, but she couldn’t make out who it was from behind the curtain. She considered thanking them, but her mouth refused to form words anymore.

Days passed, but sleep never came, nor did the hunger she knew she should feel. Various people tried bringing food, but finally gave up, leaving only cups of water which she did keep down. The only time she left her bed was to use the bathroom. She couldn’t even will her body to dance, it was as if everything had been sucked away and she was now just an empty shell of a person, barely alive anymore. A week had passed and she’d not uttered a single word. People finally stopped trying to talk to her at all, hoping she’d come out of all of this on her own soon. But that didn’t stop them from talking beside her bed to each other. She was sure they all assumed she was out, or couldn’t hear. But thin curtains didn’t hide voices.

“No man, I haven’t heard from him at all. I keep hearing rumors, but you know how people are.” Even though Philip was doing his best to keep his voice hushed as he talk to Cuilen, it wasn’t working.

“So we’ve got broken girl over here and no sign of Theo. What the hell happened between them?”

“I don’t know, she won’t talk. All I know is that they broke up.”

At those words Olivia was done listening. She closed her ears off to them, but things were set in motion now. The world was coming into focus, and it was sharp and painful to her dulled senses. It was strange, but she knew what she wanted to do. What she needed to do. She needed to see him, to make sure he was okay at least. And she had to promise herself she wouldn’t linger, wouldn’t waste time. She was just checking on him, that was it. Olivia realized with a jolt that she was waking up.