#random drabbles

Then people notice how much Zoey and Rumi hold hands, how Zoey clings to Rumi at times and start spinning that there is a love triangle.

Media outlets are desperate to get a comment from Mira about the betrayal, asking if she is heartbroken etc.

Mira gives no comment out of spite of the media being so nosey which only further escalates things.

It's only when Zoey is verbally attacked on stream for breaking up Rumira that Rumi steps in and telling them all off.

✎ᝰ subby!needy!bf!dave x reader

sitting on dave’s lap, while he reads a marvel comic, you facing him and give him quick kisses all over his face.

“I can’t focus babe..” he murmurs out as his breath sounds heavier than before. “Oh, should I get off then?” you suggested as you start hoping off him, he quickly wraps his large hands around your hips and holds you by your hips as he looks up at you. When you sit back down on his lap and move around to get comfortable again, you feel something poke under you.

It felt very rough and felt like it slipped through your panties—rubbing off on you— wrong day to wear a mini golf skirt.

“What’s this?” You ask, looking down to his shaft. “Are you-?”

“No, no! Not like that, its just im-“ he stutters out trying to find the right words without sounding weird about it, “Hard?” You question him as you tilt your head to the side. You loved teasing him, watching the way his cheeks turned a darker shade of pink each time you even so much as breathe.

God you made him harder, if it was even possible since his cock felt like a brick when massaged it through his clothed pants.

“Shit!”

“Would you mind waiting for me outside? I’ll be quick…promise.” He nervously asked, giving you a awkward smile. “Can..i help you?” You ask him, clearly giving him a hint that you would if he was comfortable with it. He body stiffens when you say that and opens his mouth ready to say something just to close it.

“You don’t think I’d do a good job?” You question, messing around with him while you slowly rock you hips. He quickly shakes his head side to side and puts his hands up in defense. “No! Of course not baby it’s just-” he hesitated “would you even want to? I don’t want to make you feel like you have to just cause your my girlfriend.”

You don’t say anything as you pull him in by the back of his neck for a kiss as you start rocking your hips back and forth a little harder than before. He places his hands on waist, hands trembling, and pulls you in closer leaving no space between you both. You rock your hips deeper now, “god! I’ll cum inside my pants if you keep this up, sweetheart…fuck!” He cries out while gripping onto the plush parts of your thighs for support.

He can’t hold back any longer, not even realizing what he was doing when he pulls off your crop top over your head and and clips off your bra. You do the same with his oversized t-shirt and zip down his pants.

You pull out his cock from his breifs now on your knees kissing his tip, kitten licking it while keeping eye contact with him the entire time. “Don’t tease me…” he whimpers, breaking the eye contact by looking down at your hands wrapping themselves around his tip, looking like he’s ready to cry.

“My poor baby boy, why didn’t you just tell me how mad your cock was? I could have helped you hours ago.” You coo while you play with his balls, grabbing at them as he lets out a loud groan, rolling his eyes to the back of his head.

“Momma, please! h-hurts so bad…” he starts taking off his glasses from fog in his glasses, not being able to see anything.

You stop your movements and lightly pull at him, “put them back on.” You scold him, giving him a warning look. “B-but I can’t see, I just wanna watch you, please baby..” he whines out as he pleads out a cry. You just shake you head and wait for him, your mouth ready to be used. “Okay! Okay! Just don’t stop!” He exclaimed, just wanting for you to not stop, almost reaching his climax, while you go back to going faster than before. “Good boy. So good for me, aren’t you?” You smile looking up at him while kissing at his tip. He nods rapidly while he watches you make him feel so so good.

“This is this stuff you get when you behave and do as your told.”

“Cumming…i-im cumming!” He moans out, thrusting his hips forwards trying to find more friction to your hands. You feel a warm seed pop inside your agape mouth as you look up at his tired body, sticking out your tongue full of his seed.

He half-smiles as he watches you swallow it all and stick your tounge out again. You straddle him and give a kiss on the lips making him taste himself. You pull away, him following you with his lips.

Martin doesn't resist when Jon guides him inside, gently nudges him to sit on the edge of the mattress. He doesn't even comment when Jon crouches down to unlace Martin's shoes, he just watches, looks at Jon on his knees in front of him like that, can't find it in himself to stop him even if it doesn't feel right.

There's a lumpy sofa in the living room that Jon is likely planning to sleep on, and the old Martin would never have let that stand, would have offered to take the uncomfortable option himself before Jon could even think of doing so, would have argued- but that was before. Now, even the thought of protesting feels exhausting, and if Jon were to retreat to the other room, he'd finally get to be alone for a bit and-

Martin flinches.

It's not the prospect of loneliness that scares him. It's that something about getting to be alone sound good, comfortable, that a part of him wants that, even if the rest of him recoils at the thought.

"Stay with me?" Martin says quietly, his voice small yet still too loud in the darkness.

Jon looks at him, eyes wide as he nods.

"Yeah", Jon says, softly, so softly. And he looks relieved, like he'd hoped Martin would ask because he hadn't dared to himself, and it soothes some of that churning shame inside him that says Jon shouldn't need to take care of him like this, that they'd both be better off alone.

Alone.

Jon shuffles into the bed beside him, the mattress dipping just barely under his light weight, and they lie there in silence, only the sound of their breathing between them.

Martin reaches out, carefully inching forward, searching, searching, until his finger just so brushes against Jon's hand under the blanket, and it's not much, but Jon's skin is warm, and it's alive, and real, and Martin has been cold and alone for so long.

He doesn't move, just lets the tip of his finger rest against Jon's, and it's okay, he's okay like this, for now.

Until Jon sighs shakily, and his hand vanishes, leaving Martin only a second to panic before it returns, Jon's warm hand settling on top of his, Jon's fingers slotting easily into the empty spaces between Martin's own.

There are so many empty spaces inside him now. Imagining Jon there to fill them is both shameful bliss and wretched pain.

Jon's hand tightens around his ever so slightly, then lies still.

Tears sting in his eyes. Martin squeezes them shut, pressing his face into the pillow and taking an unsteady breath.

Jon's hand is an unmoving weight keeping him tethered to the ground, still so warm as his pillow grows wet with silent, freezing tears.

They don't speak.

Me: *talking about random stuff.*

Him: I want to lick your voice.

Me: That is such a Tzeentch thing to say

Him: That it is.

"I thought you were a zombie!" A startled Sherry says to a very groggy Claire who just wants her coffee and hasn't had a chance to put on make-up yet. Claire mumbles something intelligible and then glares at Leon when she hears him stifle a laugh. In retaliation she steals one of his shirts to wear for the day.

They attempt to cook breakfast but, after the smoke clears, the three of them walk to a nearby restaurant. Someone compliments Claire on how well-behaved her "little sister" is.

they gradually get better (kinda)

Connor: we successfully robbed a diamond.

Travis: im so impressed

Malcolm: I'm not bailing you out

Luke, sneaking through Olympus to steal the lightning bolt: YOU SEE NOTHING FATHER, YOU. SEE. NOTHINGGGGGAH.

Leo: i dont need help, i need support

Piper: and I've got the scaffolding!

Jason: NO

Michael: Will's back is the straightest thing about him

Lee: Michael, you can't criticise, you hypocrite

Michael: have you seen him do a bridge?

Drew, talking about Lou Ellen: sometimes at night I sit there and scroll through her reposts

Mitchell: I'm aware. I heard you cackling from next door

Percy, sticking a carbonara pot on his foot: I should wear that as a shoe...

Annabeth: YOU OWN SNEAKERS??

Katie, after eating pineapple: Well, that was dehumanising.

Castor: You look like an otter.

Pollux - attempts a hair flip: I know, it's my charm

Austin, holding a pair of pyjama shorts: I cannot wear this, because Kayla will pants me, because she is hungry with vengeance.

Will: Sorry, what- I changed my mind, I don't want to know.

Nyssa: tell him hes the raisin you're looking for to put in your potato salad

Jake: I asked for relationship advice, the fuck?

Chris: I was genuinely worried that he'd come over, hold us at gunpoint and tell us to empty our pockets and all we'd be able to give him is fucking jelly babies

Clarisse: I left you for two minutes.

Malcolm: go outside and get some air!

Annabeth, on a work spree: what air? We have air in here!

Hazel: you do realise you're hopeless, right?

Nico, in a pining mood: he even twerks casually.

Hazel: I'M SORRY-

Lacy: You can't buy stuff from a charity shop, it's only for the charitable.

Drew: I'm charitable! - walks in

Lacy, when she walks back out: your card got declined

Drew: fuck off

Castor: you have such a low sense of self esteem