drabble to tide you guys over

anonymous asked:

The reader eloping with the Gladio and the chocobros as best men? Maybe her parents didn't want them married?

This is so cuuuuuuuute omg. I hope this is okay, I think it’s a little rushed but I hope you enjoy in any case. Just a small drabble to tide you guys over, maybe I’ll revisit this idea some day. ❤⃛ヾ(๑❛ ▿ ◠๑ )

“Where are we going?” Prompto whined from the back seat. “And how come I can’t drive shotgun?”

“Pipe down,” Gladio ordered from behind the wheel, shooting him an irate glance in the rearview mirror. You gently patted his arm from the seat beside him, a small smile on your face. You and Gladio had told your friends that you wanted to take them on a small road trip, but didn’t tell them where you were going. You loaded them up in the back of the Regalia, and started off down the road.

“I must admit,” Ignis chimed in from the back seat. “I’m rather curious as to our destination. We seem to be heading south—what business could the two of you possibly have south of the Crown City?”

“Just enjoy the ride, Iggy,” you replied coyly, turning to wink at him. “You’ll see soon enough.”

The drive was long, and the sun beat down from the sky. But Prompto kept asking where you were going and if you were there yet, and Gladio kept barking at him that you were getting close.

Eventually, the Regalia pulled into the parking lot and Gladio stopped the car.

Noctis peered around, and saw nothing but ocean, a blue horizon for as far as the eye could see. “Are we in Galdin Quay?”

“Galdin Quay?” Prompto repeated. “What are we doing here?”

“Fishing trip?” Noctis asked, his voice carrying a hopeful tone.

“No,” you answered, stepping out of the car and pulling out a duffel bag from the trunk. You looked over at Gladio, whose face was rosy as he bit back a smile. “Gladdy and I are getting married.”

Noctis and Prompto almost fell out of the car, while Ignis gracefully exited on the other side.

“You’re getting WHAT?”

“Fill them in, would you, hon?” you rose to your tip toes to give Gladio a peck on the lips. “I’m going to check into our rooms.”

He nodded and swatted your ass as you walked away, earning a yelp and a playful glare as you headed towards the reception desk. Gladio turned to see his three friends staring impatiently at him, demanding an explanation.

“Well?” Prompto asked, tapping his foot against the ground with his arms folded over his chest. “When were you gonna tell us, Big Guy?”

Gladio scratched at the back of his head. “We didn’t want to make a big deal of it,” he admitted. “You know how her parents are. They don’t really approve of our relationship.”

“Have they ever offered you an explanation as to why, aside from the fact that your profession keeps you tied to the Crown?” Ignis inquired, his hands on his hips.

Gladio shook his head. “No. I think maybe they just don’t like me. Can’t say that us eloping is going to do me any favours, but…” he sighed, looking off at where you were. “I love her. And I want to spend the rest of my life with her.”

Noctis punched Gladio on the bicep, and then recoiled, shaking out his hand. Gladio snorted. “I’m happy for you, Gladio,” he said once he recovered. “I remember when you met her. You told me and the guys that you wanted to marry her right then and there.”

Gladio shrugged. “That hasn’t changed. Clearly.”

“Come,” Ignis led his friends in the direction of the hotel. “I think it’s best that we get the groom ready for his own wedding.”

The sun was starting to set at the end of the dock as Gladio stood there next to the pastor, waiting for you to arrive. He’d changed into white pants and a white button-down shirt, opting to actually wear it properly this time. His friends stood alongside him in a row, and Prompto had his camera at the ready.

Small white twinkle lights lined the railings of the dock, and little candles were on each side, creating an aisle that led to the groom.

When Gladio saw you, his jaw slowly dropped.

You were dressed in a simple white gown, spaghetti-strapped and flowing around your frame, your hair curled neatly over one shoulder. You wore a bird-cage veil that was pinned to the side of your head, and in your hand you held a bouquet of light pink gladioli.

You smiled when you reached him, and could have sworn you saw tears in his eyes. Ignis took the flowers from you and you gripped onto Gladio’s hands, which were clammy and shaking. You were sure that yours were the same.

The pastor made his speech. He turned to Gladio, and he turned to you. He had you repeat each other’s names, and then Gladio pulled the rings out of his pocket. He put yours on your finger, whispering his vows in your ear with a trembling voice. You put the ring on his, trying to get the words out past the tears pricking the corners of your eyes and the tightness of your throat.

Finally, you heard the words. “You may kiss the bride.”

Gladio wasted no time, pulling you against him and pressing his lips against yours. He dipped you down low as your arms came to wrap around his neck. The guys cheered and Prompto snapped away with his camera, blubbering at how romantic it was.

“I love you,” Gladio whispered into your ear. “Until my dying breath, I love you.”

You looked up at your new husband and smiled so wide that your cheeks hurt, never wanting the moment to end. You rose to your toes and kissed him again as the sun dipped below the horizon, signalling the start of your new life together.

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Assassin!Yixing X Bodyguard!Reader

Genre: Action, angst, mystery

Warnings: Blood, violence, death, language

Word Count: 1,033

The blood… it was everywhere

Your eyes felt like cinderblocks: Dry. Heavy. Unmoving.

The blood; was it yours?

As you tried to move your body, you were met with a painful realization: you were laying in a pool of blood, and, as you tried to gather any scrap of information about your surroundings, you found yourself to be utterly immobile. You collected every fiber of your willpower to pry your eyes open just long enough to scan your approximate area. Your breathing quickened and you fidgeted in panic once you saw something vertically, fatally lodged in your abdomen.


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Masterlist [06/04/17]

Here’s an updated mobile masterlist to tide you guys over until I write again. xx


  1. John imagine - “Leave her alone.”
  2. Malcolm drabble - you’re his sister
  3. Trip imagine - de-con talks
  4. Malcolm drabble - PDA
  5. John imagine - jefferies tube acoustics
  6. John drabble - “Did you enjoy yourself last night?”
  7. John drabble - “For some reason, I’m attracted to you.”
  8. Dating John would include…
  9. Malcolm drabble - “Stop talking about the past, I could be dead in a matter of hours… make me up a future.”
  10. Being friends with Trip would include…
  11. John drabble - “Go then, leave! See if I care!”
  12. Malcom drabble - “Oh my god! You’re in love with them!”
  13. Trip imagine - you’re shy
  14. John drabble - “I thought you were dead.”
  15. Malcolm imagine - you’re taken hostage
  16. Trip imagine - sleepless nights
  17. Malcolm drabble - “You make me feel like I’m not good enough.”
  18. John drabble - “That’s almost exactly the opposite of what I meant.”
  19. Being Trip’s twin would include…
  20. Malcolm drabble - “Go then, leave! See if I care!”
  21. John drabble - dress shopping
  22. John imagine - pillow fights
  23. Trip being your boss would include…
  24. Cheering John up would include…

New Movies:

  1. Being Bones’ younger sister would include…
  2. Bones drabble - “Have you lost your damn mind?!”
  3. Being Jim’s twin would include…
  4. Jim drabble - “I can’t explain right now, but I need you to trust me.”
  5. Jim drabble - “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were trying to seduce me.”
  6. Bones drabble - “I’m going to take care of you, okay?”
  7. Bones drabble - “Were you ever going to tell me?”


  1. Falling in love with Data would include…
  2. Dating Data would include…
  3. Data drabble - “Is there a special reason as to why you’re wearing my shirt?”
  4. Data drabble - you tell Tasha and Deanna about your crush
  5. Worf drabble - “You did this for me?”
  6. Data imagine - pet names
  7. Data drabble - “You never told me you had a fucking twin.”
  8. Jean-Luc flirting with you would include…
  9. Q loving you would include…
  10. Being friends with Worf would include…
  11. Jean-Luc imagine - he realizes he loves you
  12. Data drabble - “When I picture myself happy … it’s with you.”
  13. Will imagine - midnight visits
  14. Will being a father figure to you would include…
  15. Data drabble - he protects you


  1. B'Elanna imagine - best friends
  2. Going on a date with the Doctor would include…
  3. Tom imagine - date night
  4. Janeway drabble - “You’ve only heard his side of the story. You never asked for mine.”
  5. Doctor drabble - “I love you, you asshole.”
  6. Harry drabble - “I thought you were dead.”
  7. Being friends with Tom and Harry would include…
  8. Chakotay imagine - near death confessions
  9. Icheb imagine - you’re shy
  10. Being Harry’s twin would include…
  11. Being shy around the doctor would include…
  12. Doctor imagine - “You did this for me?”
  13. Being Icheb’s friend would include…
  14. The doctor being jealous would include…
  15. Tom imagine - kidnapped
Evak Drabble: Prompt-- Keys

Hey Everyone! I am currently in between packing and flying and getting myself back together for a new semester at school tomorrow- so I hope this will tide you over until I’m back settled in New York and back to full length drabble making.


Monday 09:13

Isak: hey guys I was thinking

Eskild: about cleaning the kitchen? because that is the only thinking that should come out of you

Isak: i’ll clean it up when I get home

but nah I mean I was thinking that even is here a lot and sometimes he comes when I’m not home

Noora: are you breaking up with him?

Isak: wtf no? I just want to get him a key to the place

Eskild: ohhhhhhhhh

Noora: ahhhhhhhhhh

Isak; yeah…. so…. I kinda need your permission for that.

Eskild: i mean will this increase the number of nights I have to play the lion king soundtrack to tune you two kinky fucks out?

Isak: no it will not

Noora: another person in the apartment?

Isak: pleasepleaseplease

Linn: its 9am???


Isak: is it cool with you, Linn, that i get Even a key to the apartment.

Linn: yeah. I like even. he’s nice

Isak: ayyyyyee. Eskild and Noora?

Noora: will he make us breakfast?

Isak: maybe

Eskild: well i’m in. there’s nothing more I want than to accidently walk in on Even in the shower. The boy is packing.

Isak: for fuck’s sake man.

Noora: yeah I’m good with it

anonymous asked:

F + Alistair and Julius pwease :3

Whooo, drabbles again. I like doing these a lot, it’s great fun. I hope you guys enjoy them too. I suppose it tides you over until I can get fics out.

F - upset stomach


Alistair heaved into the toilet bowl, groaning miserably, his hands around his tummy. He brought up a stream of brownish vomit, coughing and gasping. Julius sat behind him. He was rubbing Alistair’s back and holding his hair, but he looked more amused than concerned.

“Maybe next time you hang out with Toby and he challenges you to an eating contest, you’ll say no,” he said, shaking his head fondly. Alistair spat into the soiled water. He was a mess, his face white, his lips still stained with chocolatey vomit, but there was a triumphant glint in his eyes.

“I - urrp - I won. I never beat him at drinking contests. But I - ulp - I ate a ton more chocolate than he could manage,” he rasped, then had to quickly duck back over the toilet as he heaved again. Julius rolled his eyes.

“Yes, I can see that. But now you’ve just given yourself an upset stomach, silly. Do you think you’re almost done?”

Alistair shrugged. “I don’t know. I can’t taste anything but fucking chocolate.”

Julius smiled. “Look, you’ll be more comfortable in the living room. You can curl up on the sofa with a blanket and a bucket, okay?” he said gently. Alistair nodded. He opened his eyes wide, trying to look imploring.

“Can you rub my stomach..?”

Julius rolled his eyes. “No! You’re the one who joined in the eating contest, don’t complain, you did this to yourself!”

Alistair pouted at him. “But…my tummy hurts…”

Julius paused, already wavering. “Fine, come here…”

Happy First Anniversary!

Hey everyone, how are you today?  Doing good?  Well-rested?  Hydrated?  Ready for a fun little announcement?   Well hold on to your hats, because here we go!

Today is the very first birthday of incorrectknb!  We’ve been posting bad puns and sick burns of fictional characters since exactly a year ago today!  I know, it’s amazing that we actually made it this far.  This blog has honestly exceeded all of our expectations, so we’re taking the rest of the week to celebrate it and to celebrate everyone who’s helped us make this possible: all of you!

We’ll be starting with a little throwback.  For the rest of today, and going on into Thursday (and maybe even Friday), we’re going to be reblogging some of our favorite quotes from the past year between the new ones posted by the queue!  Some of them might be really popular and some of them might be ones we thought didn’t get enough appreciation the first time around, but I promise that they’re all pretty damn great.

Next, as you might have noticed, we’ve received a lot of fanart here in the past.  However (miraculously) we’ve never actually crossed the narcissistic border of making fanart for ourselves.  Well, no more!  To show our appreciation for everything you’ve all done for us, we’re finally going to make some things for you!  Dani (the main mod) will be showing off her incredibly mediocre art skills for the very first time and drawing a couple of quotes for you!  To suggest a drawing of specific quote from her directly, message her on her personal blog here.  She’ll only be doing 3 or 4 pictures (art is hard!) but suggestions are always welcome!

Meanwhile, Doc (who actually knows most of the funny tags by now) - to make up for having all the fine motor control of a raging bull - will be taking fic requests!  Message him at his inbox here (so he can actually see it) with the quote you’d like to see turned into a drabble!  He’ll pick 2 or 3 favorites and post them as he completes them on Thursday or Friday.  As a disciplinary and time saving measure, all stories will be kept to 800 words or less.

Finally, you!  Everyone who’s ever followed us or submitted quotes!  We’re going to post a great big proper THANK YOU post this weekend, but to tide you over until then: Thank you all so much for supporting us and helping this blog get where it is today!  As mods, we really don’t do much because of all the hard work you guys put in by finding quotes and making fanart and generally being amazing to us!  Our experiences in this fandom have been so great and we can directly pin that on the quality of the fans, so thank you!