He knows he’s being mostly irrational about it. He knows Simon is a careful driver, always sticking to the speed limits, staying off his phone, paying attention to the traffic.
Yet no amount of reassuring will make Wille feel better when Simon picks up the keys. Not the state of the art safety features, not Simon telling him it’ll be fine and Wille has nothing to worry about.
Because Simon can’t promise that. Maybe there’ll be black ice, or a drunk driver. And then another call that makes Wille’s world come crashing down.
Drabble for week 21 of the weekly drabble challenge that malinowaj started💜
| 100 words | Prompt: City | R: Gen |
“I never wanna leave this city.”
Wille threw himself down on the bed next to Simon, jostling his grip on the phone.
“Hmm.. ok.. we might though, but not before we have tried this,” He flipped his screen so it was in Wille’s face. “This place has just opened and has awesome reviews. And look-”
Simon smushed his cheek against Wille’s so they both could see the screen. “See all this pretty food?”
“So- pretty-,” Wille turned, kissing Simon as he talked.
“Mm… not sure you looked properly.”
“I so did. We could have drinks, no one recognizes me here.”
Last week's drabble event winner has given us permission to post their drabble!
Last week's prompt was: "Show me then."
FYI: in order to avoid fandom bias in the winner vote, characters can't named. This is why participants use "Character A" etc. instead.
If you like the drabble, you can check out more of their work on Ao3. Their account there is called rahchan.
Enjoy the drabble!
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Character A had good vibes for today.
This was the day - the day everything would be different. He knew it!
He looked over to Character B and smiled. "You know B, there is something I need to show you!" His smile grew bigger.
Yes he saw the impassive look on B's face, but he won't let that drag him down.
"Show me then."
A waited a few seconds and then produced a key. A saw that the little gears in B's brain clocked together, rearranged themselves and worked. A small smile formed on B's face and A felt a pleasant warmth in his chest
One of the prompts voted for in the polls was a character study from the piggy tattoo:
I am born! I began my infancy as flash art on a wall in Swagman’s Needlepoint, but now I live on the best host: Roadhog! Is there a more fitting name for the body I now inhabit? Unlikely. I think I’ll like my time here. His outie belly button even gives three dimensions to my nose! How lovely and cute!
Day 10
I… I have seen such unspeakable horrors. I know, Dear Diary that you expect a fat joke about how much this man consumes, but remember! I dwell upon his belly! Feeding him only makes me stronger and bigger! Bow before me! No, I speak of the atrocities Roadhog delivers unto those that stand against him. That being said, there is a certain level of ironic humor in my cute porcine visage paired with such wanton death and destruction.
Day 25
Roadhog has such a love for pigs. His motorcycle, The Hog; his Wasteland name, Roadhog; his NO PORK patch; even his gun holster is shaped like a pig, complete with a cute pink piggy button. His love for his ham hearted brethren is like nothing I have ever seen before - its rivaled only by his secret love for Pachimari. Given their round shape, I understand this infatuation. Maybe he isn’t just a brute at heart and was merely forced to give up his love for cute things to be ruthless.
Day 156
Who invited this beanpole to travel with us? What kind of name is Junkrat anyhow? Everyone is “Junk-something” here. Junkaroo, Junklizard, Trashdingo, Scrapkoala, the list goes on. At least Roadhog has personality and flair.
Day 202
It has been twenty days since my last bath and without sounding cliche, I would take a mud bath at this point. My poor little snoot is getting sunburnt. That crazy stick of a man is leading us farther and farther into the desert and I don’t think he has an off button. I wish Roadhog would cover my ears so I wouldn’t have to hear him prattle on. Thankfully his shitty tattoo has stayed silent. He just makes eyes at me. As if a piggy like myself would conversate with such a poor design.
Day 212
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He loves us. The stick ma- Jamie-Junkrat, he loves us. At night, when we camp he talks to me when he thinks Roadhog’s asleep. It’s actually quite charming how much he idolizes Roadhog, not that I could blame Junkrat; the man is a prime specimen. He’s taken to booping Roadhog’s belly button / my snoot and it’s admittedly cute and I don’t much mind the affection. I’ll endeavor to glare less at his own ink.
Jamie sipped his glass of cider, eyes wandering around the room. Nol was hosting this year’s New Years party, and while it wasn’t huge, it was fun. Some of his cousins from Rio Gardena had come to hang, and so had a few of their other friends from school. Jamie didn’t mind a small hang out, but the current crowd was exhausting. He sighed into his cup.
“Hey.”
Jamie jumped, turning to face Nol. “Hey.”
“How are you holding up?”
“I’m okay, I think, just a little tired.”
Nol nodded, and Jamie could see his eyes soften. Nol’s facial expressions never fully changed, but if you knew him well enough, you could tell. “If you want, you can hide in my room for a while. It’s quieter up there.”
“Oh, no, it’s okay-”
“Jamie.”
Jamie pressed his lips together. There was never any point in arguing with Nol; there was a really good chance he was going to win. “Fine. But only for a bit. If anyone needs me, they can come get me.” He gave his friend a brief hug before disappearing up the stairs. He would just rest in Nol’s room for a minute, then rejoin the party downstairs. No big deal. Thankfully, his friends understood. He saw Nol’s room, his named painted in fancy script on the door, and he pushed it open, freezing when he saw there was someone already in the room.
Turtle looked up from the bed. “Hey, Jamie!”
“Hi, Turtle. What are you doing in here?”
“Got bored of the party and asked Nol if I could sit in here for a bit. Come join me.” he patted the bed, and Jamie hesitated before closing the door and sitting down. The TV was on, playing some movie he didn’t know the name of.
Turtle nudged him gently. “Too much noise?”
“A little. I didn’t sleep well last night either.”
“You should have stayed home!”
“No way. I love hanging with you guys.” Jamie yawned, and Turtle shook his head, shoving him down onto the bed.
“Take a quick nap. I’ll wake you up before the countdown. You look exhausted.”
Jamie wanted to argue, but he was tired. Maybe that’s why Nol was so insistent on him going upstairs. Yawning once more, Jamie put his glasses on the bedside table before closing his eyes. “Thanks, Turtle.”
“No problem. Sleep easy.”
Jamie chuckled to himself before succumbing to sleep.
“Hey, Jamie. Wake up!”
Jamie sighed, waking slowly. His head was resting on something soft and warm and… moving? Eyes flying open, he sat up, looking down at Turtle.
“Nice nap?”
“Oh my God!” Jamie covered his face. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t drool on you, did I?”
Turtle laughed, sitting up. “Nah, it’s fine. Come on, they’re going to start the countdown soon!”
Jamie grabbed his glasses, putting them on before jumping up. The left the room heading back down to the party, just as wild as when Jamie left it. Their group - Nol, Joey, Maria, and Julia - sat at the dining room table, playing a card game. Julia saw them first, waving them over.
“Hey guys! Jamie, you look a lot better.”
Jamie smiled at them, rubbing his eyes. She gave him a quick hug before going back to the game. Maria, however, stared at him.
“You’re blushing.” She said, and Jamie made a choked sound. The rest of the group looked up.
“He’s just embarrassed about falling asleep on me. No big deal.” Turtle said, and Jamie thought he would die on the spot. Thankfully, one of Nol’s cousins called for everyone to gather around the TV. They all rushed over, sitting wherever they could find a spot. Jamie was squeezed in between Julia and Turtle. They counted down with the TV, growing louder and louder as they grew closer to the new year.
“3… 2… 1! Happy New Year!”
Party poppers went off. Someone threw confetti in the air. Maria pulled Julia into a kiss, and Nol did the same with Joey. Jamie gasped when Turtle put his hands on his shoulders, pressing a kiss to his forehead. He pulled back, grinning. “Happy New Year!” Turtle cried.
Jamie gave a tiny smile, face warm. “Happy New Year.”
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episode five
weekly drabble - trainee relationships
503 words
Though Hana is friendly towards most of the trainees she encounters, both within the idol project setting and outside of it, she actually has few trainee friends. Before the competition, she would have probably counted Mirae as her only true friend who is also a trainee. Within her own company, she isn’t particularly close with anyone, and anyone she had been more friendly with has either left or graduated into Eternity. Her and Mirae had met somewhat on accident some time before the competition, and their friendship has solidified further through living together and discovering uncommon similarities in their families’ backgrounds, despite being in the competition setting that is Idol Project. Through the competition, though, she feels that she has met some people who she likes enough to want to befriend properly - both Sean and also Raekyung (who she knew to a degree beforehand) are people she’d immediately felt comfortable with, and could see them becoming good friends in future. She also had taken a liking towards Taeha, and would like to get to know both her and Myungji (about whom she feels confused how they have rarely interacted, given her friendship with the girl’s sister) better outside of the show.
Really, there are few trainees she dislikes - just because she doesn’t form many deep friendships doesn’t mean she automatically dislikes everyone, and Hana has enjoyed the company of almost all the trainees she has encountered so far. However, there are a few she is wary of. Hana would be happy if she never saw nor heard of Chanmi again for the rest of her career, for after having to deal with her ego and unpleasantness up close and personal for two weeks in a row she decided then and there that she had had enough of the girl for the foreseeable future. Mercedes, too, though the girl has done nothing to Hana personally, is someone Hana has developed mixed feelings about. The girl presents a nice front to Hana, but Hana knows she has been unpleasant to Taeha, who Hana views as a sweetheart and during the younger’s time in the competition had felt somewhat protective over her, so Hana can’t help but look upon Mercedes with a degree of distrust.
Mercedes also happens to be the person who Hana sees as her biggest rivals - within Idol Project, at least. They are in different companies, so once the show is over, Hana will hold no feelings of rivalry toward the other girl, but in the competition so far it has been she and Mercedes that have been next to each other in the ranking every week, no matter where they sit on the scoreboard. Hana views Mercedes as the one she has to beat, or rather stay on top of, to achieve her dream of getting into the group, so although she is civil with and will work together with Mercedes when asked, internally she is measuring herself against the other girl and upping her performance where she can.
Summary: The Doctor and Rose discuss just how romantic it is to watch someone sleep.
Notes: This is my response to the @timepetalsprompts drabble prompt ‘watching someone sleep.’ It’s pure nonsense and utterly silly. Hope you like it anyway!
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The Doctor gawked at the movie in disbelief. “Humans find this romantic?”
Rose shrugged. “S’pose. Personally, I think ’s a bit weird.”
He turned to face her, eyes wide. “But he’s watching her sleep, Rose.”
“I can see that, Doctor.”
“But why?” he demanded. “Why is he doing that?”
She rolled her eyes. “Well, I dunno, do I? ‘S not something I’ve ever wanted to do.”
“Yeah…S’pose not.” Then, evidently unable to help himself, he burst out, “But why, Rose, why? There has to be a reason. What mystery puts this in the romantic arsenal, then?”
Rose rolled her eyes again.
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The next morning….
Rose drifted into wakefulness, reluctantly opening her eyes- and looked right into a pair of unblinking brown eyes.
An inch away from her face.
Out of reflex, she screamed and jerked back, before her sleepy brain caught up. Brown eyes?
“Doctor, what the hell?” she demanded, rubbing her eyes.
“I was watching you while you slept, to see what that bloke was on about.” He frowned. “I still don’t see anything romantic about it. You’re dull when you sleep.”
“Oi!” She growled, feeling sleepy and irritated.
“And your nose looks funny when you sleep. Sort of scrunch-y uppy.”
