#word drabble

[snootlestheangel]

I'm so tired all the time.

But maybe one day, I'll rest and when I wake, it will all be better.

Until then, my only question is

Will you take me as I am?

[argentangelhelps]

FREE THE GIRLS : SLUTTY GIRL SUMMER RP STARTERS

starter prompts from episode 14 of the free the girls podcast! (some have been edited for clarity and roleplay-ability)

trigger warnings : sexual/suggestive topics, swearing, drinking/alcohol

“flashed my tits quite a lot, promoted my only fans.” “oh yeah, i definitely have a snap video of you flashing your tits.” “i only waited in line for 5 hours to get coffee that i could have made better myself” “you don’t need a fucking pet!” “they’re fucking jerks.” “even after two shots of tequila, i was still fucking nervous” “alright, let’s get the sex toys out.” “i’m just gonna put this out here, it’s a game changer.” “if you’re fucking somebody who is open to it and wants to do it also then just do it.” “just fucking do it.” “i just wanna have a fucking fun time and look hot doing it.” “who wants to wear clothes?” “look hot, feel hot, and go have a good ass time.” “i feel like i have hot girl winters too.” “making eyes always works.” “if you’re interested in someone, just fucking go for it.” “i’m eventually gonna have to get out of this comfort zone of being too shy and not saying anything.” “what college do you go to? what’s your major?” “hey, would you wanna work out together sometime?” “they were good, never didn’t like the sex. they were great.” “when it comes to this stuff, if you’re gonna fuck around with a guy, don’t get invested.” “this is hot girl summer. don’t fall in love.” “don’t simp unless he’s simping for you.” “some of my best memories have been made under the influence of alcohol.” “go to a fuckin park or something.” “that was a hot girl year.” “you were not ugly. you were just more lawyer-ish.” “fuck this shit, i’m gonna fuck the world.” “not saying i fucked the world.” “he actually wanted you at first.” “i already know you, fuck off.” “long story short, i start fucking this [ guy/girl/person ]” “so that was the first guy that said ‘sit on my face’.” “he was one of those people where like, no offense to him, sex was good, but i look back on like ‘where was i?” “he had already been fucking you over so i knew it was gonna go so bad.” “i was being like a little dick whipped bitch.” “where the fuck are you going you dumb fuck?” “oh my god, he’s pretending he’s not there. fuck my life.” “i got home and then i cried.” “i only like really fucked around with two people.” “we fucked against the island of his friend’s kitchen.” “i can say i got fucked against an island and we fucked on the kitchen floor.” “what happens in summer, stays in summer.” “i was definetly like a little bit sad, like all the time.” “every summer we’ve gotten better looking.” “where did we get the shorts from that were that short?” “do what the fuck you want. have fun, make memories.” “have a sexy summer, with some sexy fuckin guys.” “where do these hotter guys stay? where do they reside? cause i don’t see them during the day?” “there’s also like panty spray.” “like on your lips?” “like obviously there’s a time and place to say or do certain things . . .” “i knew if i did it, i would never be totally happy.” “feels like a dream.” “we’re constantly evolving.” “if you fuckin put on your cowgirl hat and ride that dick like you’re a fuckin pro cowgirl rider people won’t even question it.” “i’m still probably just as shy as when i first started having sex.” “funny little thing, this one person i was with said that when we were having sex my eyes rolled back into my head like i was possessed.” “we’ll always be connected together, but we’re still our own people.” “we got it for our butt cause we worked so hard to grow our butt.” “that’s what you tell people?” “i might get jesus written on my neck next.” “this is like super dark, but if my body were to be discovered even if i didn’t have id on me they’d know who i was because of my tattoos.” “to each their fuckin own!”

[coffee-randomness]

Jaime Reyes & Twirl?

Word count: 130 full of fluff

Brown overflowing with joy, he holds your hand in a gentle motion, making you spin around. Light dances in the fabric of your dress as you go, and there is nothing Jaime wants to do more than stare at the way your lips curl up in a smile.

Music slowly pulls the both of you closer, laughter bubbling in your chest with every turn and, when you’re already breathless and drawing calm patterns in the back of his head, Jaime takes a step forward.

A kiss so unexpected and soft that makes your heart stop for the second it last. And then Jaime is twirling you around again, back pressed to his chest, avoiding your curious gaze and pretending the tips of his ears aren’t as red.

[soranihimawari]

A stroke of luck

Here is a short story I wrote instead of a drabble. Please be kind (it’s been a while since I wrote in 1st person):

taglist: @kaidasen, @m0nstergeneration20xx, @oikawaandkuroostan, @smolbludandelions

Notes: a different hc/mini-hc will happen about natsu and “ono-sama” on a different date later in the summer. 

this takes place a little after the first loss to seijoh and the tokyo training art is a few weeks away. a practice match is set up with nekoma due to takeda and ukai’s swift thinking.

Begin here ::points down::

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“Oi! Natsu-chan! Wait for me!” I called out to the younger of the Hinata siblings as she scurried off around the corner. I received a text from her mother asking if I could babysit tonight since her son had evening club practice and since my house wasn’t too far from theirs, I humbly agreed. Afterall, I loved little Natsu. Her energy was quite like her brother’s. However, this is not a story about Shoyo’s antics with the club. Today was going to be a “princess day,” as dubbed by Natsu when she came to visit the Karasuno campus. I had explained to her on our walk over that I had left my lunch box behind in my last class, which was photoprahy. The darkroom was located close to the gym where the boy’s volleyball club was in the middle of practice. I literally turned around for one second in the darkroom when I noticed that Natsu had wondered off.

I didn’t really panic though when I heard her voice cry out, “Niii-chaaaaan!” 

Oh shit. I came jogging up to the corridor and I thought I was going to lay my eyes on a teary eyed Natsu. I tried to think of viable excuses as to what Hinata’s mother, yet although I believe she would of expected something of the sort to happen eventually because as they say, “the apples don’t fall far from the tree.”

Thankfully that wasn’t the case, but I observed that Takeda-sensei was looking in my general direction along with the other coach. My lunch box was still in my hands when I heard Natsu call my name since the boys were also not alone that day. There was another club with them today. Unmistakably clad in the colors of red, white, and black; then deja vu threw my memory back a bit since Hinata mentioned he made a new friend. The battle of trash heap was real and apparently the visiting team today was from Nekoma. Upon closer inspection of the kanji and western alphabet on the side of their track jackets strewn across several of the bleachers, at least that was what I had deduced.

“Natsu-chan? What are you doing here? Wait,” Natsu was scooped up by her brother, who was in a state of confused surprise. “Was I supposed to pick you up today?”

Natsu just giggled and babbled on with sounds of delight of seeing her brother and his team again mid-practice.

“Hinata-kun... Umm... W-Who’s this?” 

I heard one of the managers say. She was an adorable blonde first year as well. I recognized her because although I may have been in my third year, I noticed her around campus with Shizumi-san. Shizumi-san and I shared a class or two this year, so it honestly didn’t surprise me to see them all there and now both teams surrounded the sunshine children. I was eerily quiet, witnessing this interaction was for more appealing than retrieving my bento successfully.

“I’m Hinata Natsu!” she was so eager when she smiled. Her tiny thumb jutted outward as she pointed to her puffed out chest. 

I walked toward the group with my hand behind my neck while I glanced at Daichi and the rooster haired boy who towered slightly over him. Judging that they were side by side and didn’t really notice my arrival, they were startled when my cleared my throat with a smirk curing my upper lip higher.

“Fearless this one, that’s for sure,” I said. My voice had a joking tone. As soon as my voice broke through the huddle of volleyball players, I laughed nervously before bowing apologetically, hiding my lunch box behind my back. 

“Ono-sama!” Natsu exclaimed with a wave. 

“Sorry for the interruption,” I stated as soon as I stood up. “I left my lunch bento in the darkroom earlier today and I was supposed to be watching over Natsu today Sho-kun. I guess she heard the game going on here and wandered in.” 

Natsu was placed on the ground with a soft thud of her shoes before she took a hold of my hand. I brushed my long hair behind my ear glancing at the captains. Takeda-sensei told me it was ok since Natsu was a family member, since life tends to throw curveballs literally; and all was forgiven. Even Nekoma’s coach was chuckling since the score was still in the single digits of the second set. Apparently, the old man appreciated seeing just how close the bonds of siblings can play in shaping the mindsets of any athlete. 

Now that all eyes and the excitement of this cute distraction took place, I felt Natsu squeeze my hand gently. She usually does this when she felt inadverntly shy around new people. I guess having Nekoma here for a practice match really sunk in. 

“You’re gorgeous,” I heard one of the Nekoma players say. The voice belonged to the rooster haired boy. He was bold, but I saw the looks what I would assume his vice captain with a pudding styled hair gave him (slightly to severely annoyed). I noticed how he eyed me too after the fact Natsu greeted me formally. My instinct was to not give into such comments about my physical appearance as much, but it’d be foolish of me to not humour myself (and those present).

“Ono-sama! He’s really prince-like. Say something!” Natsu whispered loudly. Earning her a quirked brow from me as well as a few amused looks from the crows on my side. Upon further inspection, I was able to read the room. The boys were itching to go back to practice, especially the first years. I winked at Natsu and brought a finger to my lips.

“We’re supposed to be princesses today little one,” I said, chuckling letting the others know the game Natsu was wanting to play, hence my formal name. 

“Woah, she even laughs prettily,” I heard him whisper. 

“Kuroo, you’re embarrassing us,” his cohort with pudding hair said.

“Back off, she’s ours!” Noya exclaimed. Tanaka nodded. Those two jumped in the space between myself at the captain of the visiting team. Daichi shot his underclassmen a glare which froze those two in their place.

“Well, we ought to go now, Natsu. Seems like your brother and his friends have a score to settle,” I stated in a matter of fact tone. “Oh, and Kuroo, was it?” I walked straight toward his team after giving Natsu my lunch bento to hold.

“Y-yeah?”

“Ever wonder what it’s like to witness a murder, kitty cat?” My voice was menacing at best, but my eyes had a mischievous glint in them. “Because I believe you will one day. I look forward to seeing an official match. Until then, see you.”

He backed up a little bit. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the foreboding shadows of the crows’ behind me. They were a lot stronger together than they were apart (one of my classmates asked me to come along to one of their games in Sendai city a few weeks ago and I recall saying this to her). Anyways, that didn’t stop me from walking back toward Daichi and Koushi before pressing a kiss for luck on both of their cheeks which caused them to briefly short circuit. 

“Good luck boys,” there was a smile in my voice amidst the hollering of their teammates. “Come along Natsu, we can’t reschedule the tea party with the royal guards again.”

A few steps were taken before I felt a tug on my sleeve. Natsu and I were almost at the front side gate of Karasuno when her curiosity got the better of her: 

“O-ok Ono! Wait, what’s a ‘murder’?” 

[imitationicarus]

Word Drabble

Random Word Generated: Lantern

Muse Selected: Doflamingo

The Family knew to leave Doflamingo alone. He was still fuming over the loss of the Ope Ope no Mi. Buffalo and Baby 5 didn’t even have to pester their elders; they knew. Dellinger toddled to and fro but never called the young master’s name; he knew. Jora glanced nervously between him and Gladius, whose coffee began to chill from his inability to touch it; they knew. Diamante and Trebol were discussing quietly between themselves, never loud enough to stir Doflamingo even though they were seated outside. Even Pica remained silent, wondering if the pitch of his voice could carry to the window of the room the master was in; they knew, too.

They knew because when Doffy left the lantern off, someone was bound to be killed if they walked into the room.

Plenty of children had already made the same mistake.

[argentangelhelps]

CHEERS BROTHER : EPISODE 15 RP STARTERS

starter prompts from episode 15 of the cheers brother podcast! (some have been edited for clarity and roleplay-ability)

trigger warnings : swearing, drinking/alcohol, mentions of drug use

“we’re in funky town!” “i will pay you to stay here!” “this is kinda depressing but okay.” “she sent me money for a flight.” “what a homie” “was it a crazy experience?”
“i think the plane just did a flip.” “i love turbulence, is that weird?” “i love roller coasters so its like the same thing, right?” “that’s a good coping mechanism.” “i’m waiting to face god.” “what am i gonna say to god right now.” “you think about that, i think about being at six flags.” “my two personality traits in one.” “i wanna be on a fucking toy story plane.” “you’re a fuckin trooper.” “i can’t think of one other person i’d get a middle seat for.” “there you go, baby.” “i’m clearly not ready to accept that i’m back here.” “the last place i want to be right now, is la.” “look at us all drinking!” “anyway, i’m drinking alcohol” “long distance, cheers!” “i can’t believe you’re taking a shot.” “i almost lost my life of the first one.” “what is that look you’re giving me?” “my hair is looking crusty these days.” “hey girl, i know our appointment’s at eleven, but could you come in at nine?” “i can’t fucking build a beat.” “come into my stu, let’s do some shit!” “9 am is creeping up.” “damn it was that bad.” “okay, one sheep, two sheep.” “it was in my stomach?” “i’m just so nervous, bro!” “you’re gonna be on the spot for a hot second.” “you have a cool job that people wanna hear about, i get it.” “a lot of people text me from high school, and i just don’t respond.” “i can’t dude, i can’t.” “she texted the other day and asked for money.” “it was eight years since i texted her number.” “i don’t know what i was more confused over, that you played soccer or that she asked you for money.” “he’s just a sweetheart. he’s misunderstood.” “not to be rude, but who are you?” “who are you and why are you here?” “he got straight to the point and i respect that.” “he’s like a sweet little teenage heart throb and he’s so humble and precious.” “i’m laying in my bed in the dark listening to my airpods.” “that spiraled real fast.” “did you respond?” “no, i blocked her.” “i was laying there counting sheep.” “like my stomach was pulsating, like there was a heart in my stomach.” “that rhymed bro.” “and then i woke up today at twelve thirty!” “i sprung out of bed like a spring chicken!” “oh bitch uh uh.” “i called five other bitches.” “oh you’re going on a road trip now.” “because i’m so traumatized from missing this morning, i’m pulling an all nighter.” “really bitch? how did you miss that?” “it’s a brand new day, get the fuck up!” “i went to school with a deaf girl and she has a bed that shakes.” “it’s this fuckin robot!” “my neighbors would hate me for that.” “it’s like kinda large so it would cause a ruckus.” “i was envisioning like a person robot.” “it just barks? that would be sick!” “i like think i’m happy with my life, but then she just spews things.” “i’ve invested a lot of money in this piece of paper.” “i pretty much got fired.” “ive met like a lot of cool people.” “were you like blackout?” “i was definitely drunk.” “it sounds so dramatic that a social media event put me in therapy.” “so is doctor phil in person like dead inside.” “i didn’t touch him because like pandemic, but like i wanted to.” “it’s gonna be something that’s like completely off the rails.” “so it’s like a cult?” “it’s in the middle of fucking nowhere.” “the only bad thing was that they put me in some questionable outfit choices.” “look at me on national television in skinny jeans.” “every time i go there, i rethink my whole life.” “i took shrooms while i was out there.” “i’m like scared to push my limits on that stuff.” “i haven’t been wanting [ muse name ] to do psychedelics, but . . .” “what is it? there’s like a performance right?” “let’s get a fucking coconut bra and shake our ass.” “it’s hot girl summer, baby.” “we were all sleeping in bunk bed and we almost burned the house down.” “after my experience, you to are on your own.” “either way nothing was gonna go well for me.” “fuckin david dobrik ass, filming our drama.” “we almost like invited boys over from tinder.” “it was a great outfit, i’ll give her that.” “full circle moment, baby!” “love you guys, imma go get drunk now.”

[coffee-randomness]

Bart Allen & Slide

Word count: 154

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Bart watches you gently sliding away from him and, for once, it feels like he’s stuck in one spot, standing still. The weight of the feelings that start in his chest and end on the tips of his hands as you let go nailing him down.

“Not so fast when you’re standing over ice now, hmm?” You say, not bothering to hide your amusement when he helplessly clings to your hand, a soft blush coloring his cheeks.

He doesn’t say anything, but his face twists in the most offended expression you’ve seen him make and he pushes back and away from you.

Soon, Bart is a blurry mess of waddling arms and confused faces and when it looks like he’s about to fall for the seventh time, you make a point to slide past him and hold his waist, keeping him in place.

“Totally not crash,” he whispers, defeated.

[coffee-randomness]

Tim + calm

Note: Was going to make something pretty about him wanting to make Gotham a relatively calm/safe place again after Jay’s dead but 🤷🏽‍♀️🤷🏽‍♀️ Guess self indulgence won! Hope this is ok.

Word count: 136

Tagging: @speedypan @insideoflit @smolwithpurpletols

Between the loud blaring sirens and the sea of people pushing by, mixed and disorganized voices that echo through the city, Tim finds your hand.

His fingers brush against yours, intertwining, and as your palms press together, his thumb traces the back of your hand and all of Gotham seems to be quiet for a moment.

Tim stares forward and you look down, your shoes moving in sync.

Some lady with a giant purse hits you as she walks by and Tim mumbles a curse word in your ear, your shoulders bumping.

There’s a faint pink in his cheeks and you hold on to his hand a little tighter, a little closer. And despite the hassle of the city, you lose yourselves on each other, time becoming a blurry moment of emotion and shared secrets.