#drabble friday

[morosemagick]

Hey!

Hope you're ok???

An idea for an Aethelstan x Osbert angst prompt(s):

11 “are you ashamed of me?”

39 “is your image really more important than us?”

No pressure if you don't want to!

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Are you asking if I'm okay cause all I do is write angst or because I oooze of neverending existential dread?

Because answer is no, I'm never okay LMAO.

Thank you for this tho, i love writing these morons 😭💜

"Why do you do this?"

"Do what?"

"Make everything about you!"

Osbert stops stomping away and turns around to confront Aethelstan. He's tired and covered in dried blood split from fighting the three assassins who tried to take his life, but rather than go straight to the ale house to celebrate he follows Osbert to the buhr after the youngest Uhtredsson had announced he would not celebrate Aethelstan's victory with the others. He does not like constantly feeling like he's fighting with Osbert over nothing.

He cannot tell if they're growing up or growing apart anymore.

It's driving him mad.

"Nothing is ever about me," Osbert scoffs as he walks back towards Aethelstan, "You've made that very clear-"

"I thought you would be proud of me, I defended myself-"

"You got lucky-"

"What does that matter?! I am alive and I proved myself today," Aethelstan tries to explain as he closes the distance between the two of them, Osbert all but a simple touch away now, "Why can't you just be proud?" Osbert doesn't reply, his eyes glancing down, "Are you ashamed of us?"

"What? No-"

"Do you not..." Aethelstan licks his lips as he speaks lowly, "Do you not love me anymore?"

Osbert stares Aethelstan in the eye for a few moments and then scoffs, "You would ask me that? Truly?"

"You treat me as if I've wronged you, but I haven't," Aethelstan shakes his head, taking one step away, "Whatever grief you may have with your father, I am not a part of it-"

"Must you always bring him up?!"

Osbert groans and starts to walk away again, Aethelstan chasing him to his room as he goes, "I would not feel the need to, if you did not always use him as your excuse to cast your anger towards me!" Aethelstan huffs; angry, and though he cannot see Osbert's face he knows the other man is angry too, "Is your father's image of you really more important than us?"

Osbert stops moving, hovering in a corner as he shakes his head. Aethelstan takes a deep breath, waiting for a reaction, but when none comes he scoffs.

"I do not love you because you are the Son of Uhtred, you know," Aethelstan sighs with a shake of his, turning to leave as he heads for the door. He pulls it open, and turns around one last time to say, "I love you because you are Osbert."

Not giving Osbert a chance to reply, Aethelstan slams the door behind him and goes to the alehouse to celebrate his victory without him.

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[bluebellhairpin]

You asked for requests, dear? 😊 How about Poe exclaiming to reader “why didn’t you tell me I’m in love with you?!” bc he’s a silly oblivious-saurus 🦖 Only if you want to write it! 🧡

Simply because it’s Friday, and it’s a drabble, I’m gonna pop this in a ‘Drabble Friday’ thingo. (Also, I know I can always count on you to give me something to do @writefightandflightclub! You’re amazing like that.) - Nemo

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Hold to That

“Why didn’t you tell me I’m in love with you?!”

You froze, sliding out from under the ship you were working on and looked up at the rather flustered-looking Commander.

“Pardon me?” You sat up, wiping your hands on your pants with a grin. 

“I’m in love with you, and you didn’t tell me.” Poe was now standing above you, his hands on his hips and he looked down at you with a pout. You couldn't help but let out a quick laugh, before getting scolded. "Don't laugh, this is serious!" 

"Sorry Poe, it's just - how am I supposed to know you love me?" You asked, then froze for a second. His words finally sank in. "You love me?" 

Your voice was quiet against the silent hanger, and nothing broke it except Poe’s bright, golden boy smile. 

“Yeah.” he said, “Guess we both didn’t know then, huh?” 

You hummed, standing as Poe moved back to give you some space. “I guess you’re right.” You smiled, reaching over to tap his chest with your wrench. 

He sidled up to you, side-stepping the tool as if he’d done it a million times before.

“So, I mean I’ve been trying to for a while - not that I knew why - oh maker, I’m sorry-”

“Poe just,” you laughed, holding a hand steady on his shoulder to gain his attention, “Just breathe. Collect your thoughts for once. Then speak.” Poe practically froze. 

It was like he was a computer needing to freeze in order to catch up with itself. It almost made you burst into laughter again. You stopped yourself for Poe’s sake, even if he would’ve taken it with a grain of salt.

“I want to kiss you. Only if you want.” he said, finally starting up his motions again.

“Well,” you said, sliding your hand up from his shoulder to the back of his head. He leaned straight into your touch, “I love you too.” 

His eyes sparked at that, and he wrapped an arm around your waist.

“Oh? That’s convenient.” he said, pulling you flush against his chest. 

“Mhmm, very.” You pecked his cheek, managing to both set a wide grin on Poe’s face, and making his cheeks a rather endearing shade of red. “But you’ll have to catch me for another kiss!” You said, squirming out of his hold and dashing away into the depths of the hanger.

“I’m holding you to that!”

[uncomfortable-writers]

Rammy (Ramsay x Reader)

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Fandom: Game of Thrones

Character: Ramsay Bolton

Persona: Female

Word Count: 330

Request: What about a Ramasy Bolton imagine where reader has a special nickname for him? Something stupid like Ramram or Rammy, maybe? Cyte and fluffy though, where he starts to get agitated by it? Please? (°^°♡♡

A/N - For @amazingcarrotsanddasterdlypears <3

He thought it was a one off, just something you’d soon get over so he wasn’t too bothered by it. You’d called him worse in your time together, he’d reason with himself, (although he did feel a little bit of an irking every time you’d tease him). 

It was when you were walking together around the Dreadfort grounds, your arms linked through his much bigger, stronger one. Ramsay kept one hand on your arm at all times in an act of possessiveness, he subconsciously tightened his grip when the eye’s of passerby's would linger on you. You didn’t mind, you thought it was funny.

“Something wrong...Rammy?”. 

Ramsay’s jaw clenched as soon as the nickname left your lips. He could already feel the stares of the surrounding populace smirking, suppressing their laughs. Ramsay loved you dearly but he couldn’t have you demeaning his authority like that.

“What have I told you about that?”, he snapped viciously dropping your arm, the air became cold and it wasn’t because of the North’s biting winds. You looked up at him as his blue eyes stared daggers back down at you, “I shouldn’t call you that”, you fluttered your eyelashes and put on your best puppy eyes, you even added “My Lord”, as an extra suck up. It was working as you saw his eyes soften although the rest of him stayed intimidating. “Exactly, which is why if you keep using it I will have to punish you”, Ramsay announced incredibly loud, making sure everyone heard. It seemed to do the trick as the surrounding people went back to their daily tasks.

You quickly reached out for his arm, rushing back to his side again. Ramsay let you do it though, quickly he restarted his walk around the Dreadfort again.

As you were walking you waited until Ramsay stopped to inspect a market stall; you started to lean up to his ear, mischief written across your features, “I’ll await my punishment in our bedroom, Rammy”. 

[abovethesmokestacks]

"She/He still loves you." with Lassie

Unexpected

They turn up one after another; weres rejected from the rival pack. Lassie’s not sure what to do at first, but in the end, he can’t deny them. Packless weres are vulnerable, and these have suffered enough. He tries not to think about it too much, because it makes his blood boil, his chest erupting in snarls far from the pleasant rumblings that he’s usually prone to.

The rival Alpha, the one who cowed his former mate, has rejected these poor souls. Male omegas. Weak betas. One day, another Alpha shows up, showing signs of being badly beaten. Perceived as too much of a threat, she was ambushed, asked to fall in line and given the beating of her life to set an example. 

His own pack is naturally suspicious of the influx of omegas, especially once news spread which pack they all come from. Lassie’s elders beg him to be cautious. The display at the pack meeting all those months ago, the challenge issued, it could be a trap, the first wave of an invasion. 

Surely, Alpha, you must- 

Please, be sensible, sir-

Just consider the possibility-

And yeah, he does. For a second. And then he remembers the look on these dispossessed people’s faces. They did not come here on the orders of their Alpha. They came here to get away from him. So he assuages his elders, he tries his best to integrate his new pack members, he takes care of the two human girls he has promised to protect. 

“Alpha?”

He’s visiting the pack, leaving the girls with the vampire. In light of the influx of new pack members, he tries to turn up more often. Things have been going well, some of the new omegas have found mates. The alpha seeking him out now is still settling in, trying to find her place, but she’s determined to make it work. Her face is still a little bruised, and she looks... concerned as she approaches him?

“Mind if I join you?” she asks, nodding to the spot next to him.

Lassie nods his assent, watching intently as the other alpha hurries over. For a while they don’t talk, and Lassie makes it a point to stay quiet.

“I heard about you, you know.”

There it is.

“After the meeting. Things got... tense. I-”

“You don’t have to say anything,” Lassie speaks, keeping his voice calm.

Weres are ingrained with a certain loyalty to their pack, to their alpha. Even though she isn’t part of her old pack, talking of private business can still be uncomfortable.

“No, it’s- I... want to. You should know.”

That certainly gets his attention, and he turns fully to face her. “Know what?”

“Your- The alpha’s mate. She- she-” The other alpha squeezes her eyes shut, swallowing before she continues. “People have told me what happened between you. The... pups. How she left you.”

He forces himself not to betray how much it still stings to speak of his former mate.

“And?”

“I know how this will sound, but I swear I have not betrayed you, Alpha, but I met with one of the Betas from my old pack. He- Please, just let me finish!” Her voice turned frantic at the sight of Lassie’s face darkening, his jaw clenching. “He reached out to me with a message.”

“Really? What message?”

He thinks he’s prepared. This is it, the official challenge, the arrow of war. He can feel the anger swell in him already, the preparation for a fight. He thinks he’s prepared, and then-

“She still loves you.”

[bluebellhairpin]

making out w poe in the x wing :)

I’ve never made-out before, this is a foreign concept to me. - Nemo

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It was a tight fit. Probably one of the tightest you’d been in in a while. At least this time it was for a rather enjoyable reason - unlike a mere forty-eight hours ago when you were being shot at. 

Poe’s lips were as fervent as ever, moving against yours like he was trying to imprint the feeling to his. He was almost too eager to get somewhere secluded in the beginning, and now he was very clearly showing it. He trailed his mouth all the way down your neck, nipping a sucking just enough to get those lovely mewls and gasps to rise out of you. 

He was absolutely intoxicating, and he knew it.

His hands couldn’t find an exact spot to rest either, so they kept wandering between your sides, hips and thighs. He was always like that - unable to keep his hands to himself - and now he had a chance to touch you in somewhat privacy he wasn’t exactly holding back. 

His X-Wing probably wasn’t the best place, especially since it was still in the hanger, but you were both far too enamoured with each other and your touch to really worry about that. 

Despite Poe’s quick nature whenever he kissed you - or when you strug such kisses together into something more - he was always so kind, loving. 

He always asked before he did something. 

In different ways, obviously. Sometimes he’d give you a look, speaking with his eyes in such a way it took your breath away. Other time’s he’d brush his fingers somewhere - even when wanting to simply hold your hand - to gauge and get some reaction out of you, then go off that. 

Your favourite time was when he’d ask you. His voice was heavenly, and hearing him ask to kiss you, to touch you there, or to if you wanted this - that was something else all together. 

Sure, the space you were in was small, but in here you could feel Poe everywhere - his heat was all around, he was so close you couldn’t smell anything but him, and you just knew he felt the exact same about you.

He wouldn’t kiss you like this if he didn’t.

[bluebellhairpin]

I’m in a Poe mood - and in celebration of me finally getting my act together and planning to watch ‘Rise of Skywalker’ tonight - I’m offering a challenge.

Send me in prompts for Poe (Could be a sentence starter, a headcanon, a thought you have about Poe, etc.) and I’ll write a lil drabble thing for him based on what you send in. 

Drabble Friday Guys! Letssss goooooo! -Nemo

[uncomfortable-writers]

Lift (Steve x Reader)

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Fandom: Marvel

Character: Steve Rogers

Persona: Female

Word Count: 272

Drabble Request: How about a drabble concerning Steve Rogers x a tiny (5'4"-) SO ? :0c sfw and/or n sfw is good uwu

A/N - For rroguebones, sorry it’s late. I relate to the struggles of being small since I’m only 5′4″ myself <3 

Steve knew first hand the struggles of being short and small, after all there was a time when he was only 5′4″.

The Captain entered the kitchen looking for you, he just caught the last part of a conversation between you and Tony: “I’ll get you a step ladder for Christmas”, Iron Man joked as he made his way to his lab. Steve smiled at you watching as you leaned on your tippy toes to try to reach the top shelf, he walked over and nonchalantly grabbed the jar of coffee as well as the jar of hot chocolate which you were trying to reach. “Thank you Steve”, you hugged his middle section, barely reaching his pectoral muscles. He wrapped an arm around you, (which looked more like a tree trunk in comparison with your small body), “Anytime my love”.

“Ugh, it’s freezing in here”, you whined unwrapping yourself to saunter over to the table where you’d left your hoodie. Putting it on it instantly dwarfed your frame, it dangled down to your knees looking much more like a dress than a top.

Steve raised an eyebrow, he crossed his arms over his chest with a soft smirk, “Isn’t that mine?”, a warm feeling blossomed in his heart. “Of course it is”, you answered with a tone that made it sound obvious, you struggled to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear because the sleeves completely swallowed your hands. You walked back to him, Steve reached out and pulled your hips to him, Huh”, he spoke, he helped to move the hair out of your face, “Looks better on you anyway”.

[uncomfortable-writers]

I Can’t (Carol x Reader)

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Fandom: Marvel

Character: Carol Danvers

Persona: Female

Word Count: 194

Drabble Request: Could I please ask for a prompt with Carol Danvers and this “I didn’t know you could cook.” “Oh, trust me I can’t.”? Thank you

A/N - For @kjs-s <3

The nap you were taking was disturbed by loud banging noises which you tried so hard to ignore, but with each metallic clang sleep escaped you even more. Soon you’d had enough and reach out to where Carol should’ve been sleeping next to you on the sofa; instead you were greeted with an empty spot holding only her warmth that she’d left behind.

Begrudgingly you forced your sleepy limbs to carry you to the source of the noise. There stood Carol, looking confused at the oven, your tiredness was evident in your tone, “What trouble are you causing now?”.

She tilted her head to look at you and then back to the appliance, “Dang it, I was gonna surprise you and wake you up with dinner”. Going over to her you wrapped your arms around her hips, placing your head on her shoulder you yawned, “Well you should’ve been more quiet then”, chuckling you added, “Anyway I didn’t know you could cook”. As Carol giggled at your words, her hands reached out to fiddle with the buttons on the oven, “Oh trust me, (Y/N), I can’t. Now can you help me work the thing?”.