#august drabbles

[alboinz]

7. "well. this went horribly wrong." - this screams 2019 rookies. to me

you're right, it's so them

“Well. This went horribly wrong,” George says.

“How so?” Lando asks, a dazed smile on his face. “I had a great time.”

“Lando, I’m having a crisis.”

Lando can see George’s naked chest rising in tandem with his shallow breath, and when Lando shuffles closer to him on the bed, George’s throat moves as he swallows nervously.

“George. It’s fine. It doesn’t have to mean anything. You know, we can just move on—”

“He can’t.” Alex’s voice pipes up from behind Lando. George groans again, while Lando outright purrs as he feels Alex’s wandering hands on his body.

“This wasn’t supposed to happen!” George whispers erratically, referring to the three of them and their naked bodies in a queen-sized bed. “I was supposed to flirt with that guy at the bar and—and—ah, fucking—”

“I’m quite sure that guy was straight,” Alex interrupts.

George throws a giggling Lando a seething death stare, which would perhaps scare Lando if he didn’t know what faces George makes when he comes, and that he likes to kiss more than getting head, and that he’s quite ticklish at the crook of his neck. Lando kisses that spot on George’s neck right now and when it makes George shiver, Lando bites him gently, as a treat.

“Stop biting me, you gremlin.”

“Oh, are we biting? D’you wanna go again?” Alex joins in. Lando can feel his warm body behind him, Alex’s lips working their way up his spine, which makes Lando shiver as well. Turns out they’ve learned a lot about each other the last twelve hours.

“I do not wanna go again, I am having a crisis!”

“I know the cure for that,” Lando grins and kisses George, playful and demanding, hoping that George will sink down into the mattress and finally relax for a moment.

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AUGUST MASTERLIST

AUGUST MASTERLIST - ONE SHOT - DRABBLES

PART I

PART II

PART III

ONE SHOT - Thanksgiving

Drabble #1 - Nat's bithday

Drabble #2 - Popcorn

Drabble #3 - Dreams

Drabble #4 - A proposal

Drabble #5 - Dreams II

Drabble #6 - Crush

Drabble #7 - Nat

Drabble #8 - Dreams III

Drabble #9 - Wanda

Drabble #10 - Wanda and Natasha

Drabble #11 - You and Wanda

Drabble #12 - Natasha

[lullabieswrappedinlies]

August Drabble #7

Requested by @jackburtonsays​. Requests closed. 

Shit. What am I even doing here?

When you had received the invitation to your ex-fiance’s father’s birthday party, you assumed it was a mistake. You gathered up your courage and made the awkward phone call to his mother, to let her know her assistant had left you on the usual guest list. 

“Not a mistake at all, dear. We would love to see you. Josh might have been stupid enough to break up with you but the rest of us are not.”

That broke the ice, a little. You told her you would be there, picked out an outfit that was modest but would make your ex (hopefully) drool at the very sight of you, and drove over on the given day. Your hopes of showing Josh how well you were doing without him were dashed when you saw the model-beautiful woman on his arm -- and the huge diamond that had once graced your left ring finger now on hers.

So, you avoided them as best you could, mingling with the other guests and catching up with the rest of his family. Eventually, though, running into him and his new fiancee couldn’t be stopped; they were making their way towards you and you had nowhere to run or hide without making even more of a fool of yourself. 

“Y/N, it’s been a while,” Josh grinned, an arm tight around her waist. “How’ve you been? What’s new? This is Erica, my new fiancee.”

New fiancee. The words dripped with every desire to know you were jealous, hurt -- anything to know he had gotten the better of you. You opened your mouth to lie, but before you could, someone put an arm around your shoulders and pulled you to his side, kissing your temple. 

“Hey, I’m so sorry -- bartender was a talker,” the man said, handing you a beer. “What did I miss?”

“Uh, sweetie, this is Josh and his fiancee, Erica.”

The man smiled and extended his hand. “Dr. Jack Ryan. Nice to meet both of you.”

Jack handled everything. He was constantly holding your hand, keeping an arm around you -- laying claim to you in one way or another. He came up with a perfectly feasible story for how the two of you met, on the spot. The lie was easy and effortless. When Josh and Erica finally walked away, you and Jack turned to each other. 

“Thanks for that,” you smiled. “I almost want to ask if you’ve done that before.”

Jack smirked. “Well, I was watching you since you walked in, to be honest. I may or may not have asked around about you, and then I saw the look on your face when he was walking toward you.”

You nodded. “Ah. I don’t know if I should be more creeped out and worried, or grateful and flattered.”

“You already said thank you, so,” Jack shrugged, teasing you. 

With a chuckled you nodded. “Grateful and flattered it is. So, Dr. Ryan. What do I owe you for saving me?”

He pressed his lips together, considering every centimeter of your face, it seemed, before he answered. 

“How about we get the hell out of here and you let me take you dinner?”

Biting your lip, you feigned thinking it over. In truth, you’d been hoping he would ask you out from the moment he had first kissed your temple. So, you nodded and leaned into him. 

“Get me outta here, Jack,” you smiled. 

Smiling and taking your hand, Jack led you out to his car, promising to bring you back for yours later on. 

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#8 for norrussell!

our boys <3

“How do you become accidentally married?” Alex looks at both of them in turn. Lando wonders if he’s shaking his head as well, like a combo move from a video game.

“Well, you see, when two people love each other very much…” Lando starts.

“Oh, shut it, will you?” Alex interrupts. “George? What do you have to say for yourself?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Lando grumbles.

“I was drunk, your honour.” George is lying on the sofa, eyes closed, hand resting on his forehead as if that could ease his headache. “And we were in Vegas. These things happen in Vegas.”

Lando shuffles over to the sofa and sits down next to George’s feet. He looks at him, long body stretched out on the hotel sofa, there’s some glitter on his cheek from last night. Lando giggles softly. “Oh my god,” he whispers. “We got married… I have to call my mum.”

[alboinz]

ally <33 wait can i request more than once? wanna see number 12 for drabbles with a liiiiiittle bit of angst, any pairing of your chooice!

have some slightly (?) angsty norbon they're gonna be okay i swear omg

“Sometimes, I don’t know why I put up with you.”

Lando misses the serious tone in Alex’s voice.

“Because you love me,” he singsongs while giving it a little twirl. He spins away from Alex, eyes closed, feels the air through his fingers, and when he comes to a stop, ends up where he began, he opens his eyes and sees the somber look on Alex’s face. He stops breathing, for a second, which feels like an eternity. “Alex?” he hesitates.

Alex only sighs and turns away from Lando, there’s no playfulness in his movements. It feels like a rejection, a cold shoulder, and Lando’s heart beats hard, his lungs aching for air.

“What—Alex, you’re not...I mean, what, I—”

“I think I need a break,” Alex stops his rambling. “It’s just too much, Lando. I need a breather. Some distance.”

“I—what do you mean, too much?”

“I don’t know, ok? I’m just tired.”

“Oh.” Lando scrambles for purchase, for a solution. “I can sleep in the guest room tonight?” he suggests, despite that being the last thing he wants. He never sleeps well without Alex – he’s gotten used to his body next to his in the darkness.

Alex sighs, braces himself, because he knows it’s going to hurt and despite it all, he never wants to hurt Lando. “I think I might go back to my place.”

“Oh.”

His place. The flat he still owns, which is still registered as his residence, despite Alex not spending more than an hour there for the last six months. He’s moved in with Lando, all but on paper, and Lando knows there isn’t even a made-up bed in the flat for Alex.

“Okay,” Lando says, at a loss for words. “For how long?”

“I don’t know, Lando. I’ll let you know.”

Lando stays in the living room, sitting quietly on the sofa, staring blindly ahead, seeing nothing, as Alex packs a small overnight bag. He hears the zipper of the bag and shuts his eyes. He doesn’t want to say goodbye. The finality of it would kick him while he’s already down for the count. Lando tries to picture Alex’s walking around the flat, but he jumps a bit when he feels a hand softly on his shoulder and then Alex’s lips, gently kissing his head. Lando sniffles, but they both stay quiet. When the door shuts behind Alex, the silence wraps around Lando like ice.

[alboinz]

42 for 2019 rookies

they are too cute

“Smells suspicious…” George murmurs as they enter the flat.

“What?” Lando sniffs in the air. “I can’t smell anything.”

“Exactly.” George moves further along the hallway. “Alex?” He keeps his voice low, just in case there’s an intruder.

“Maybe he went out,” Lando suggests.

“He didn’t,” George says.

“Why are you so sure?”

“Cause he was supposed to cook dinner for when we got back.”

“Maybe we were missing something and he had to go to the shop.”

“Something’s wrong.” George drops his bag and walks into the flat proper.

“George, calm down.”

“Lando, I’m tired and I’m starving and I can’t smell dinner cooking and I’m—”

They both stop in their tracks when they reach the living room. The curtains are closed, not letting in any of the setting sun, the telly is shuffling high quality photos and the blue light from the screen casts a shadow on Alex’s sleeping face. The kitten is wrapped gently in his arms.

“Oh,” George sighs softly at the sight.

“You can’t fault him for not making dinner, now, can you?” Lando chuckles and grabs his phone to order in. “I want spring rolls.”

[lullabieswrappedinlies]

August Drabble #1

The decor was simple but perfect. The finger foods were arranged in a beautiful, inviting spread. The guest list was short but all of the people John wanted to see on his birthday. 

“I can’t believe you pulled this off on such short notice!” he exclaimed. “Y/N, this is ... wow. I’m amazed. I feel very loved.”

He put an arm around your shoulders and pulled you against him, kissing your hair. You grinned and lifted your chin for an actual kiss. John had no problem obliging you. 

“Yes, well, I could conquer the world if I set my mind to it,” you sighed. “Lucky for you, I lack motivation.”

John laughed and kissed you again. “I have no doubts, babe. Let’s go mingle with these guests and later on, I can show you how thankful and amazed I truly am.”

[lullabieswrappedinlies]

August Drabble #2

He remembered the day she left vividly. Hell, he could still hear the slam of the door every time her pretty face floated through his mind. She had left when Jack was in the middle of recovering from the helicopter crash. He was bitter and angry and, truth be told, he had pushed her away. 

Maybe the never-fading memories were why it was such a shock to Jack when he spotted her standing in Greer’s office one quiet afternoon. Her expression was all professionalism, but Jack could still see the hint of a smile that always seemed to grace her lips; like she knew a secret, like she had something to tell the world but wouldn’t tell. 

He knocked lightly on the door before poking his head in. Y/N turned around to see him and the hint of a smile disappeared. She appeared to be just as shocked as Jack felt. 

“Good timing,” Greer said, standing from the desk and putting a folder under his arm. “Dr. Ryan, this is Y/N Y/L/N. She’ll be working alongside you, picking up some of the extra cases coming in.”

Jack nodded. “Cleaning up my messes. That’s nothing new, huh?”

Sensing the awkward moment, Greer excused himself to take the file ... elsewhere. He closed the door quietly behind him, leaving Jack and Y/N to themselves. 

“It’s been a while,” she said, crossing her arms over her chest and glancing at the floor. “How’ve you been, Jack?”

He couldn’t help but feel a little angry, though he had pushed her to leave. “A while, yeah. Almost four years.”

Y/N nodded. “Yeah. That’s a while.”

“Well, as you can see, I’m doing all right. Working here, just helped take down a terrorist. Not the same bearded, angry man I was when you left.”

“Not bearded, but still angry,” Y/N returned, swallowing the lump in her throat. “You know why I left. You didn’t want me anymore. I wanted to help you and you ... you wanted to drown. I couldn’t watch that happen.”

Jack scoffed. “Be that as it may, you let me push you away. If we were stronger --”

“Don’t,” she warned. Tears brimmed in her eyes. “We were stronger. Together. But when I was the only one holding us up, it wasn’t enough for you.”

Jack shook his head and shrugged. “Guess it doesn’t matter now anyway, huh? We’ve both clearly moved on. I don’t need you to hold me up anymore. So let’s just get that straight right now. Hash it out and be done. This is going to be a working thing and nothing else, Y/N.”

“Great. Just great. Especially since you seem so fine without me.” 

Her arms dropped then and she pushed past Jack, out of the office, before she was even a step past him, Jack knew was he was going to hear next: the slamming of the door behind her as she left.