#littleandroidwrites

[ashdroiidwrites]

KIT -> DOUGGIE: [ text; ] this is a terrible idea

[kits dick;] this is a terrible idea

[douggie;] youre not the first person to think hooking up with me was a terrible idea lol but, yknow, fuck it? [unsent]

[douggie;] youre gonna have to be a bit more specific bro 

[douggie;] o lol do u mean us hooking up?

[douggie;] because that implies theres a ‘this’

[douggie;] as in it’s ongoing

[douggie;] if it was such a bad idea you wouldnt be thinkin about doing it again right lol

[douggie;] lowkey kinda wanna tell u to get fucked because im sick of people acting like im some kind of fucking problem in [unsent]

[douggie;] well if u think its such a terrible idea then just leave me tf alone lmao im not responsible for everyones fucked up shit [unsent]

[douggie;] terrible idea, hot asf reality tho. think about it ;))))))

[ashdroiidwrites]

Vintage Tit - SEND ME A "REALIZE" AND I'LL WRITE A DRABBLE ABOUT ONE CHARACTER REALIZING THEY LOVE THE OTHER

His motor home reeks of cigarettes and sweat, but it isn’t offensive to my senses. Maybe because it’s him. I crinkle my nose at the idea that someone could smell so good despite a summer’s night in bed without a shower. There’s a scent of stale beer too, but that’s my shirt and jeans. He knocked my glass pushing me back against the wall and now it’s fermenting on his floor.

I turn to face him, and I’m taken briefly by the sprawling pose he’s taken on the bed, limbs dominating more space than they need, a hand tucked under his head, another holding a smoke to his lips. I think stupidly of paintings of gods, where nymphs feed them grapes. His blue eyes meet mine coolly.

“You smell fucking horrible,” I tell him, and he smiles lazily, blowing smoke in a thin stream toward me. Every movement of his body is a fucking striptease, even when he’s naked. “Go have a shower.”

“You could always lick me clean, sweetheart,” he suggests, his voice a satiated rumble. I’ve never met someone with so much libido, or, more accurately, someone with such cheek. I find myself laughing, and see his grin widen. He reaches out his hand and I take the smoke from it, placing it in my mouth right before he twists his hand in my hair and pulls my head back. I almost separate my teeth and burn the damn place down when he bites down on my neck lightly.

“There’s no fucking way you’re going another round, Stotsky,” I manage as he shifts his position, moving himself so his chest presses against my shoulder blades, a hand still in my hair, the other trailing from hip to chest. I close my eyes, taking everything in. The unbelievable heat of him, his scent, the alarming coolness of his tongue on my nape. Suddenly he’s laughing steamy air into my collar.

“I think you’re right, for once,” he concedes, but pulls me closer anyway. “I’m fucking tired.”

I crush the smoke out on the abandoned can of beer on the floor and turn my head, bumping my forehead on his chin. I can feel my smile; it’s a pleasant ache. I’ve never experienced so much involuntary laughter in my life.

“So,” I start, contorting my body to glance back, and he accommodates; leaning back so I can look him in the eye. I get distracted by his lips instead. “You’re saying I wore you out? You saying I won?”

He breathes a laugh. “Won what, McCarthy? You and your fucking games,” he says. His hand locks on my jaw and pulls me in, smothering my mouth with his. When he lets go, his whole body relaxes. Somehow I am now on his chest, his arm tucked under my neck. I can’t tell if this was deliberate on his part -- but it’s an oddly affectionate position I’m willing to accept. “But I’ll give you this. You do fucking wear me out.”

I find myself frowning, an odd thudding within my chest at his words, his tone. I’m reminded all to suddenly of the temporary sanctuary this camper van is, and what awaits outside; lying, falseness, the odd coldness of his demeanor. Suddenly he’s laughing.

“Oh, lighten up, pretty boy,” he croons, his hand rubbing my arm, his lips in my hair. “You’re so easy to tease. Can give it but can’t take it, huh.”

My muscles loosen themselves underneath his touch. I feel my cheeks heat up, caught out in an odd moment of panic. Why does he make me like this? So nervous and on edge. I swallow the discomfort down deep.

“I seem to recall me doing a far bit of giving and taking, actually,” I reply, and he laughs, his genuine laugh that makes the hairs on my neck stand up. My reactions to his every gesture are physical in a way I don’t understand.

“Fair,” he says. His voice is thick with the need for sleep. I consider sticking to my position, to keep his body close to mine, but the web of sweat forming between us is too much. Hesitantly, I roll over, away from him. I close my eyes like I might have any chance at sleep, and listen to the rolling waves of his breathing. He snores lightly and it reminds me of my dog. That somehow makes me smile too. There’s always something within his actions that reminds me of a piece of home. My sides still hurt from that fight we had the other weekend in the graveyard, though his lip kept splitting, so I suppose we could call it even. I’d been trying not to think about it; about how Flip probably slept where I was now most nights, about Jane and Jackson’s stirring but more importantly, the strain of secrecy. I wished more than anything I didn’t care anymore. There was that greedy piece of me that thought, who really cares if everyone knew? But his stupid voice trails in with argument. ‘They’re my fucking family. They can’t know this about me.’

If there was one thing we agreed on, it was that family comes first. That’s what really matters. I can’t say I haven’t lied to mine for their benefit either. I understand, even if I wish I didn’t.

Behind me Kit sighs, and his hand reaches over my torso. He pulls me closer, tightly to his chest, and sighs into my neck. He’s fast asleep. Every part of my chest aches suddenly. I’m making things up in my fucking head, but I indulge myself for a moment; it was like he felt my tension, and was pulling me closer. Comforting me. Fuck.

I think I’m falling in love with you.

I’m losing track of how many times I’ve thought it. But I’ve thought it drunk, and fuck, I’d love anyone drunk. But the words align tonight with the pulse in my throat, with his hand on my chest. Each pounding of my heart sounds like Home, him, home.

All the laughter, the pushing and pulling, the physical and mental demand of him, it’s overwhelming, it’s too much to handle. He’s the space between each thought, the deepest craving. God, I love him.

I think I love him, I correct myself, as if it makes any kind of damn difference.

All this resistance has me so fucking tired. I lean back into him and try to picture a place where this made a single bit of fucking sense.

[marebcrrows]

jael hc: their son tells her that he doesn't like pizza. she actually has to leave for a couple of hours to calm down

“remus what the fuck i thought i raised him right, that’s it. we gotta throw the whole kid out” 

[yateshq]

wouldn’t it be crazy if I dropped Darcy like a week ago and wanted to pick him up again,,, hahah,,, UNLESS 👀 NO SKKS BUT I just wanted to hit you guys up first to see if that was okay before I reapply?? as it turns out I am Managing My Workload like a Champ

OF COURSE YOU WOULD BE WELCOME BACK! Yates says Darcy rights!

[galacticbois]

Drabbles In Space: for Essy

@littleandroidwrites

“Wait, Then! Wait up! You’re going too fast!”

A child with blackthorn hair and dirt-stained skin smirked as he turned, shouting, “The sunrise will not wait for you, Li! Get a move on! Let’s go!” Calloused fingers gripped onto hanging scraps of metal, and toes were peeking out of shoes that stepped onto wobbling platforms. “We’re so close, I could taste it! I could smell it! I could--”

“--are you mistaking this wretched stench of junk for dawn? Is this what dawn smells like to you, Thenry? Garbage?” The statement was voiced by a boy noticeably younger, and blatantly tired from their excursion.

“Adventure, Elias; the unknown. You think it’s gonna be peaches and daisies?”

“What are you talking about? We see this everyday.. Why is today different?”

“‘Cos we’re going somewhere. Just trust me. C’mon.”

And so the children hurried, and climbed towers of loose boxes and other debris. They were among robot parts, and crates; literal dumpsters and wooden planks. Their ascend ended at least four stories high on a slab of rock threatening to fall, all because a boy said, ‘Just trust me.’

At the top, Thenry finally exclaimed, “Yes!”

“What?” Elias heaved, placing his hands on his knees as he caught his breath. “Are we here?”

“Yes! Look at it! Look at the sun! This is it! This is it!”

While he appreciated his friend’s enthusiasm, Elias subtly cocked his head in confusion. His eyebrows furrowed as he gazed ahead, but then it softened at the sight of the sun peeking its way over the hills of odds and ends. The mountains of waste turned into a silhouette, getting lost in the gold and shine of the light; the reds, orange, and yellows. He couldn’t help but take a seat, dangling his legs over the edge as he glanced up at the one who led him there. He was untamed and ridiculous; grand and absurd, but.. his best friend.

“So, what’s the occasion?”

“We’re going to make a pact.”

“What?”

“We’re going to be great,” Thenry began, taking a seat, himself. As he spoke, his eyes flickered like amber, revealing just a glimpse of the wonders that went on his head. He was a boy that was always faraway; always there, but never here. For him, the gears never ceased to turn, and at that moment, it was as though hours of thought finally culminated a plan that would change their future.

“I’m going to tell you everything, but promise me something first..”

The hesitancy was out of character, but Elias slowly nodded.

“Anything. What is it?”

“Promise me.. we’ll always be friends. For the rest of our lives. You and me. This can only work with you and me.”

As the sun gleamed down upon them, they clapped their hands and affirmed their promise with a shake.

“I promise.”

And it was then, did Thenry avert his gaze from the sunrise to the gun that was pointed to his head. His heart was pounding, and he felt faint, but didn’t dare let it show. Everything he had ever wanted was gone -- success, fame, and fortune. He wasn’t great; he wasn’t happy.

He had nothing but a bullet waiting for him at the end of a barrel.

His world had come tumbling down just moments after he thought he reached the top.

“At least it’s a nice sunrise,” he mused, looking over Elias’s shoulder, desperate to calm his nerves for what was about to happen next. The memory of their time together came to him in waves, much like the roaring oceans of his home. They were harsh; they crashed into him with a fury that caused him to feel weak in his chest. Did I fail him, too?

Why did I fail you, too?

And you, he thought of Jonas, a man whom he whisked away with the promise of ‘adventure’ -- he always promising adventure. And you, he thought of Emery, a brother whom he never was there for; whom he never knew existed up until five years ago. Where did the time go?

And you, he looked at her.. expression initially apologetic, but gradually transforming into peace.

I deserve this.

He saluted.

I have nothing.

He mouthed, ‘I love you.’

I’m sorry.

The gunshot sounded.

[thomas-zane]

littleandroidwrites

  it’s my birthday ! i’m 20 now ! i just keep...

OMG HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABE!!!!!!!!!!!! a.) i didn’t know you were a year younger than me step into my arms grandchild b.) HAD NO IDEA OUR BDAYS WERE SO CLOSE TOGETHER anyway hope you have a wonderful fantastic perfect year!!!!!!! <3

thank you bb !! ;v;  when is your bday ??

[littleoblivionswrites]

ISRA > RILEY ( text ) : i’m sorry about all the inappropriate shoe throwing.

( text ) : i’m sorry about all the inappropriate shoe throwing.

Riley → Isra (sunflower emoji): sorry isn’t going to get my red heels back :(Riley → Isra (sunflower emoji): listen i’m mad as heck ross cheated on rachel 2 but i live on the FOURTH FLOOR Riley → Isra (sunflower emoji): what if they fell on a person OR A DOG????? :(((( Riley → Isra (sunflower emoji): you’re cleaning my room or else i’m not buying any more donuts. ever.

[littleoblivionswrites]

GIOVANNI > BRIAR ( text ) : why can’t burritos get me drunk? GIOVANNI > DREW ( text ) : i need to stop drunkenly getting naked. i’m losing all my party clothes.

( text ) : why can’t burritos get me drunk?

Briar → Gio (middlefinger emoji):✔ read at 2:03 AM Briar → Gio (middlefinger emoji): Why can’t you ask me a question that doesn’t make you look like an ass? Briar → Gio (middlefinger emoji): Also grossBriar → Gio (middlefinger emoji): Also let’s get drunkBriar → Gio (middlefinger emoji): Sans burritos you animal

( text ) : i need to stop drunkenly getting naked. i’m losing all my party clothes.

Drew → Giovanni: UmDrew → Giovanni: You know most of your clothes are in my room, right?Drew → Giovanni: Is this a cry for help? Do you need any clothes rn??