Drabble game - uhh ALL OF THEM but specifically #83, "Stay there. I'm coming to get you." Silverflint.
HEY PAL REMEMBER HOW YOU SENT THIS TO ME FOUR MONTHS AGO AND I’M ONLY DOING IT NOW BECAUSE I’M AN IDIOT
so yeah. everyone who has forgotten by now that they sent me one of these, be prepared to suddenly get a notification like “wtf is this” over the next…..i don’t even fucking know. i don’t know.
i also got an anonymous prompt with just the number and listen, friend, i don’t even know where the original list is so i have no idea what your prompt was but if someone sees the list flying around, let me know.
so many of these prompts were also more aligned to a modern AU but i’m not capable of doing a regular modern AU so here it is, the first 1920s gangster AU no one (or, like, four people, retroactively) asked for
although this is more like Black Sails: Prohibition-Era Gay Chicken AU
#83, “Stay there. I’m coming to get you.”
Flint lights a cigarette. The metal clink of his lighter flicking shut is the only sound trickling across the Atlantic City Boardwalk. Other than the crush of waves, of course. Everything glows a hazy orange in the steam of the summer air. Fuck, it’s hot, even with the breeze pushing off the sea. It’s barely a breeze, really, the waves twitching only as much as an accomplished sinner in church. They’re moving, sure, but they aren’t exactly calling attention to themselves.
He sticks the cigarette in his mouth and takes off his jacket, throwing it over the railing. He smokes with his lips pursed, rolling up his sleeves, never taking his eyes off the horizon. He’d get a good breeze if he was on a boat, even in this fucking July swelter. He lets loose the top button his waistcoat, then takes off his hat to wipe at his brow with his forearm. The only way to get a good goddamn breeze is at sea.
Hey, you ever check Heather Duke's Facebook?
Ugh, I know. Awful.
"Hitting Cheesecake Factory again. So amped!" And then the symbol that means "wink". Why the wink? Is there something we're supposed to be in on? Is she not going there? Is she NOT amped? And who cares if she is, you know? Dick.
I’m starting to work out some of my feelings on the musical and why it bothers me, and one of my conclusions is the depiction of the Heathers themselves. All of them, but especially Heather Duke, have their depth ripped from them. Analysis below the cut.
Request Prompt: Can you please do an imagine where reader is Lydia in twd. Chandler and reader have kiss/sex scene and then Chandler choose reader over Brianna. Something smut in the end if you don’t mind Lots of love <3 -Anon
Pairing: Chandler Riggs x Reader
A/N: Sorry for the late update on this but now that I’m free I’ve started back writing. So here it is.
I stared at the script as a slight blush appeared on my cheeks. Lydia gets to sleep with Carl. I have to be naked with Chandler. I grabbed my water bottle and dashed my face with droplets of water as I took deep breaths. I mean I was close friends with Chandler since we’ve been through so many seasons together but this is icing on the cake. I heard my phone buzz and I looked to see a message from Chandler.
Chan😊- Cool ill be there around 4 or 5. But IgottagoBrianaishere. SeeyalaterLydia.
I sighed as I looked around my room. Its a mess in here. As I cleaned I couldn’t help but think, what will Briana think of the script? She doesn’t seem to be fond of me. As a matter of fact she hates my guts. I chuckled to myself before I got a phone call from Chandler.
“Hey Chan. I’m cleaning up now the house was a mess.”, I said.
“Chandler won’t be coming over because he’s going to be with me for tonight.”, a familiar voice replied.
“Were just going over a script. What exactly do you think we’d do?”, I asked.
“I know your true intentions. You’re just trying to take him from me.”, Brianna sneered.
“Brianna!”, Chandler’s voice boomed in the background.
“Bye.”, she said sweetly hanging up the phone.
“Bitch.”, I mumbled continuing to clean my place.
After a while I popped some popcorn deciding to watch a movie. My phone rang as I got up to get a drink and I saw Chandler’s name appear. I sighed before answering the phone with a irritated voice.
“Yes?”, I asked.
“Hey I’m still coming over tonight. Brianna is spazzing out again.”, he told me.
“Look if it strains your relationship don’t bother.”, I said.
“What does that mean?”, he asked.
“I don’t think your girlfriend like the fact were hanging out.”, I told him and he sighed.
“I’m coming over right now.”, he stated before he hung up.
I attempted to call him back but he wouldn’t answer. I sighed before tossing my phone on the couch to snuggle in my blanket continuing my movie. After awhile I heard the doorbell ring. I shook my head knowing it was Chandler as I opened the door to confirm my hunch.
“Chan you shouldn’t be here.”, I told him.
“We have a script to go over remember.”, he stated in walking past me.
“Chandler.”, I whined.
“I’m not listening.”, he called back.
I sighed knowing I’m not going to get to him so I just went along with going over the script. I came to a sudden stop when I read the next few lines. Carl and Lydia have sex. Actually SEX. I didn’t get this far into the comics.
“Something wrong?”, he asked.
“Do they actually do this or is it just for ratings?”, I questioned.
“Yeah. Gosh do you not read the comics?”, He shook his head.
“Um we don’t have to continue. Why don’t we save that for another time.”, I said and Chandler chuckled.
“You’re not shy are you?”, he asked with a smirk.
“What?? No.”, I shook my head.
“Have you ever had sex before?”, he asked.
“No.”, I sighed defeated.
“Want me to show you?”, he asked crawling over to me.
“But what about Bri? You know how I feel about cheating.”, I stated backing away.
“Its not cheating if you’re single.”, he retorted advancing towards me.
I blushed as I continue to back up only to lose my balance and fall on my back. He crawled over me and brought his lips down on kiss me. He pulled away with a smirk and I gulped.
“I was supposed to say that.”, I stated and he kissed me again.
My hand ran up his shirt letting my nails scratch his back. He groaned before sitting up on his knees to take his shirt off. His lips crashed into mine again as my legs wrapped around his waist. I rubbed myself against him as I unbuttoned my shirt tossing it across the room. He pulled away to leave soft kisses on my neck while I undid my bra.
“Fuck Y/N.”, he groaned and I blushed.
We striped the rest of our clothing before he rolled the condom on and positioned himself on top of me. He pulled the blanket over his shoulders before sliding into me. I shut my eyes as I bit my lip. It hurt but it was tolerable. He brushed some hair out of my face smiling down at me.
“Are you okay?”, he asked and I nodded.
He pecked my lips before pulling put slowly and pushing back in until he got so rhythm. I moaned softly while my fingers ran through his hair.
“Oh god Chan.”, I moaned and he bit down softly into my exposed neck.
He picked up his pace and my breathing quickened. I wrapped my arms around his neck as he stared down at me. I kept my eyes closed before he rubbed his thumb on my cheek as he went faster.
“Y/N.”, he moaned my name as I made hickeys on his neck.
I felt my a jolt run up my spine as he rubbed circles around my clit. I arched my back as I came on his length. After a few more strokes he came and fell next to me.
“I love you.”, he whispered wrapping an arms around me.
“Carl doesn’t say that.”, I giggled and he chuckled.