#new drabble

[spn-fanfic-reblog-writes]

Tuesday— Post A Drabble

Word Count: 266

Characters: Alpha Dean Winchester, Alpha Sam Winchester, Omega Winchester Little Sister Reader, background characters

Warning: Omegaverse, description of injuries and violence, secondary gender sexism

Summary: Little sister comes back to the motel injured and has a “come to Jesus” conversation with her older brothers.

A/N: banner credit goes to @winchesterfields67

Opening the motel door with a grin on your split lip seeing Dean watching TV and Sam reading. You close the door and take off your jacket, heading over to the bathroom which makes you walk right in front of the ever-observant protector Dean who notices your brushed knuckles and busted lip. He grabs your wrist and looks panicked. “What the fuck?”

“You should see the other three alpha assholes,” you grin, the forming bruise on your left cheek becoming noticeable.

Sam stands up and walks over to you. Now they’re both examining you, their eyes hard and flashing red.

“Who did this?” Growls Dean.

You smirk. “Just hustled some pool and the assholes didn’t want to pay, so things go rough. Got the money and they’re going to jail for assaulting an omega.” You cackle.

Sam looks at you so confused. “What did you do with my little sister?”

“She fights monsters and saves the world for a living,” you grump at him. Turning to Dean, “What? Did you think I’d stay all innocent forever? You’re six years older than me Dean and Sam’s only two. Get over it. I’m an adult and if I wanna scrap, I’m gonna scrap.” You yank your wrist from Dean, rolling your eyes. “Welcome to me, assholes.” You walk into the bathroom. “Get over it.” Slamming the door, making sure they understand the finality of the argument.

Being the Winchester little sister is such a pain with so many overprotective men. Maybe I should leave before then and just do my own shit? You think to yourself and wonder.

[imtotallynotthere]

Pavia hates it. He hates being forced to fight even if the rush of it is exhilarating. More specifically, he hates "dying." Many times, he's fought and been dealt a fatal blow. During that time, it's almost like fainting. He sees the blow coming but can't do anything about it as it hits him only for him to wake up back on the main screen. The "home screen" he sometimes hears it being called.

It's almost like he misses a part of his memory. Like a chunk was taken out and not given back. He knows that’s not the case, as he quite honestly died, but he can’t help himself from feeling that way.

Against the odds, he doesn't hate the player. He can see they're just clueless he's self-aware. He knows they wouldn't be making him do it against his will if they knew. He can hear whenever they panic when he's low, muttering about how they wish they had put a healer on the team and had enough luck to get a good one from a "banner." He's talked to others, ones who are aware. Granted, he can only talk to them once the player is off the game, and it isn't too many.

The player holds the tendency to stick only to one team. Something they seem to have experience doing by the way they talk about some game called "Honkai Star Rail."

The system he's trapped by doesn't allow him to stray far from his preprogrammed lines. He can change them up only slightly. Where his lines, though different, are so similar that they're barely noticeable. He hates that, but at least he holds some sort of control.

Saying the lines over and over again is something he holds large hatred for. It has become tiring, but he can’t do anything against the system. He's talked to X a few times about it, and X has said that even he doesn't know what to do, but he's working on it.

He wonders what X is doing because he hasn't seen him in a while.

Maybe he'll be able to talk to the player, maybe not. Whatever's the case, he'll keep trying. He's stubborn just as they are, and he'll keep pushing because the player is not clueless. He's taken notice of their brows furrowing when his morning line is different and when his battle lines sound more annoyed.

They'll find out in one way or another.

[tiva2023vibes]

Comfort Tiva Drabble

“Just close your eyes, I will still be here when you open them”

As the moonlight flooded in from his bedroom window, Tony couldn’t help but drink in all of Ziva’s features. The curve of her nose, the scoop of her neck, the splash of freckles that dripped down her chest. She looked so peaceful sleeping next to him. When her guard was down she looked so innocent, free of the emotional baggage gathered from growing up a Mossad assassin. He loved that she let him see this side of her. 

Reaching out, Tony lightly traced the scar running across her left bicep. During a case a handful of years ago she had single handedly taken out three drug dealers, but had not initially seen the fourth wielding a knife. When he aimed the blade directly at her heart, Ziva reacted - but not soon enough. The knife whizzed by, slicing her in the arm before sticking in the wall behind her. Tony had arrived in time to see the man standing above her, ready to deliver the final blow as her blood pooled around them. While he had been so scared at the time, he couldn’t help but smile now. Helping her with her recovery was what had set their relationship in motion.

At his touch Ziva’s eyes fluttered open, panicked at first before softening when she realized where she was. That she was safe. Several years ago he would have been on his back with her hands around his throat for that, but the healing powers of time and companionship had started to relieve her of her traumas. She had come a long way from the woman who slept with one eye open and never let anyone get too close. Sure, she was still cautious. But Ziva trusted Tony to her core and allowed herself the comforts she had been denied for so long. She could now sleep without fear of attack. 

Tony moved his hand to cradle her face, the pad of his thumb moving back and forth against her soft lips. He could feel the warmth of her even breaths as she fought off sleep.

“Good morning, my early worm.” Ziva whispered, capturing his hand in hers. Tony smiled, both at her words and her action. Her grasp of the English language had grown over the years, but from time to time an erroneous idiom still slipped out.

“Bird, Ziva. The early bird gets the worm.” To this she shrugged, stretching her limbs still stiff from sleep. Ziva smiled at him, turning with her stretch to nestle in close. She rested her head on Tony’s shoulder, breathing in his scent. He could see the moment Ziva realized what day it was as her smile fell. Comforting arms snaked around her warm body and held on tight. Tony knew how hard this anniversary was for her and all he wanted to do was keep Ziva close and never let go. 

They stayed intertwined like this for a while, neither wanting to shatter the moment. Tony was the one to move first, pressing a kiss to Ziva’s temple. He could only hope she felt how loved she was. With a sigh, Ziva tucked her head under his chin as she listened for the beat of his heart through his chest. Some days hearing that steady rhythm was the only thing that kept her grounded when she began to feel overwhelmed. There were so many things Tony wanted to say to her, but now was not the time. She needed her rest now more than ever. Hoping to drift off back to sleep, he spoke into her hair.

“I know what this day means to you, but let’s not jump on it quite yet. Just close your eyes, I will still be here when you open them.” Tony could feel Ziva start to relax, her body melting into his side. His left hand began to wander, only stopping to sprawl across the rapidly growing curve of Ziva’s abdomen. 

[i05wook]

new drabble, new group… do we post it today???

do i post a zb1 drabble tonight??

Yes

No

So I can see the answers 🧋

Voting ended onSep 8, 2023

[peachybun-bun]

new with a pegging kink

Chanhee whines out your name pressing his face into the pillow as you ease the strap on into him slowly. One hand on his hip the other on his thigh as you tilt your head watching him carefully listening to his soft moans. The sounds of his pleasure causing you to let out a moan of your own as you run your nails along his soft skin.

"Does that feel good baby boy?" Chanhee lets out a whining moan as he turns his head to the side to be able to look back at you pushing his hips back towards you letting you know it was okay to keep going.

[cece33]

Sunday Morning

Summary: A Sunday morning with Peter. That’s all

Words: 161

Notes: This isn’t a story, I guess its a drabble... idk, I just wrote something in my journal and then was inspired to write about Andrew.... since my love for him has resurfaced.... I hope you guys like it even a little bit. Im open to constructive criticism :)

 The warmth of the sun pouring in from the outside wakes you. Opening your eyes you are met with the blinding light of the sun shinning in your face.

Peter wraps his arm around you, pulling you close. He snuggles his face into your neck, inhaling your scent and pressing a kiss onto your neck. “Good morning baby” He would say into your ear, you manage you turn and face him. His brown curls all over the place, “Good morning” you say, he pulls you closer. “Do you know how stunning you look right now?” He asks staring at you. 

“Peter, I look a mess.” You say. He leans forward and places a gentle kiss on your forehead. “A beautiful mess.” He says before kissing your lips softly. “What a backhanded complement.” You say attempting to move away. Peter laughs “I thought that sounded romantic” He sends you a cute smile and you can’t help but laugh “maybe a little romantic.”

[multiwendi]

[03:15 p.m]

Y/N was sitting in her office and her phone started ringing. It was Sangyeon. It was weird because his group had a rehearse, she knew it because she had a boyfriend there. 

"Sangyeon, I can't talk now. I am at work. Call you called later?" 

"I DON'T CARE! YOU MUST COME NOW!" 

"Calm down' You're scaring me!"

"Chanhee fall during our dance practicing and now he has something with his leg. He's in the hospital now." 

"I'm on my way. Which hospital he is?" 

"The one near our company." 

"Thanks for telling me. Bye."

Y/N quickly packed her things and ran out of the office. 

She ran from her work to the hospital. She couldn't catch her breath. She saw Sangyeon with Changmin standing outside of the room. 

"Y/N, you're here," Changmin smiled at her.

"Is he okay?" she exhaled heavily.

"Doctor said that he has a sprained ankle. He needs to rest a few weeks," Sangyeon said to her. 

"Thank God," she leaned against Changmin, who stood closer to her. After a while, the doctor came out of the room. 

"I treated Mr. Choi's ankle and gave him the orthosis he would have for 3 weeks. Next week I'd like him to see him on the check-up," the doctor said to them and walked away. Y/N knocked on the door and she didn't even wait for an answer and went inside.

"You small... ugh... you scared me! I have to end up early at work because of you!" Y/N ran to the bed where he was sitting with innocent small on his face. 

"You can go back to work if work is more important than your hurt boyfriend," he fake cried. 

"Don't overact. Today I am going to take care of you but tomorrow I need to go to work," she calmed down a little bit. 

"You look so cute when you are mad," he chuckled.

"Do you want to go to the dorm or to my apartment?" Y/N asked him.

"I'd like to spend time with you when I am not busy now," Chanhee answered her with a big smile. 

[pocket-scenarios]

Box Of Chocolates - New

(Admin: Mitzy)

“Do you want to split this box of chocolates with me?” Chanhee asks throwing himself down onto the floor next to you.

“Why do you have a box of chocolates?” You inquire taking the box that he is holding out to you.

“A girl gave them to me, I can’t eat them all,” he says with a shrug.

“This girl just confessed to you and you’re here, giving away the chocolates she gave you,” you scold he laughs leaning against the table behind him.

“I don’t even know her, I think I’ve met her three times,” Chanhee says knitting his eyebrows together in thought. 

You shake your head at your friend taking a chocolate from the box holding it towards him. He takes the chocolate from you popping it in his mouth. You let out a sigh eating one of them yourself sitting the box between the two of you.

“You shouldn’t have taken it.”

“I told her I liked you,” he mutters causing you to choke on the chocolate in your mouth.

“Dude,” you say with a laugh hitting your chest, “even though I know you don’t mean it, don’t tie me in your drama.”

Chanhee laughs pushing some of his hair away from his face: “You can have those as an apology since I did that without asking first.”

You close the box hitting him in the head with it before slumping back against the floor.