Awesome Galaxy's Drabble Thread!

[Galaxy]

Okay, sooo I'm pretty new here, and I know I'm not technically part of the group yet, but I've been working on this list of drabbles that's floating around, and I've got a few...

Actually, more than a few. I've barely done anything but write drabbles these past few days, but I digress. I'm gonna try hard to post every couple days or so, and I really hope you like these. <3

But at any rate, moving on. Most of these are F/M, but I do have some M/M as well. I prefer M/M, but I kinda suck at writing it. Anyway, before each drabble, I'll try to explain what you need to know about it to understand it, because all of these are based off of my novels. I'm hella lame, but whatever.

"Similarities" is based on my novel "Phineas Grymm", about a group of wizards in 1896 Paris who are in a bitter war again Alchemists. Here we have Phineas Grymm (British) and his best friend Banachek (German, obviously). They're both straight (as Bana is married to Magenta, and Phineas is married to the unmentioned Eloise), but have always kinda felt something there between each other, though they never really mention it. Even though they bicker, they really do love each other, even if they aren't IN love.

"Mask" is based on the same novel, though it only involves Phineas and his previously mentioned wife Eloise. They're crashing an Alchemist masquerade. Alchs, as they call them, are basically robots. They're born human, but have constant adjustments as they grow. (Yeah, the book is Steampunk---kinda crazy. ) But all Alchs have eyes that are basically green headlights that turn red when angry, and a metallic smile that can only be turned upside down. BUT ANYWAY! Moving on, haha.

And "Tattoo" is...oozing with cheese. XD I'm sorry, I must have been high on fluff when I wrote it. All you really have to know about Cooper and Cynthia is that they're pretty serious and usually emotionless, but they love each other to death. Cooper doesn't really have allergies, but he's a generally sneezy person. That's just how he was programmed (they aren't robots, but their brains were just rewired to meet the expectations of a man named Rexford. Perhaps more on him later...)

And I didn't describe my character because I want you all to imagine them as you want. Don't you just hate when you get into reading something and you realize that the author's picture of them isn't your type, and it kinda ruins it? Well, I don't want anyone to feel that way, so picture my boys as you like! <3

Prompt: #66- Similarities

Word Count: 305

Characters: Phineas, Banachek (M/M…kinda)

“Don’t either of you move,” Magenta called from the kitchen. “The soup is nearly done.”

Phineas and Banachek glanced sleepily at one another from separate ends of the couch. Even though the two would appear completely separate people---Phineas a pessimistic Englishman with a more than generous nose, and Banachek, a good humored German--- these two men shared everything. A home, a business, schemes and ideas…and a nasty cold.

“I’ll never forgive you for this, Bana,” Phineas croaked, taking a handkerchief from the pile in between them., “You gave me this blasted bloody cold…”

Banachek frowned, scratching at his reddening nose. “Nein, ,nein, it was you who had it first.”

“That’s a lie.”

“Nien.”

Phineas was preparing for one of their usual arguments when an intense tickle ran through his sinuses. At the precise same moment that Banachek scrunched up his nose and squinted.

“Ich hassen du,” Bana uttered, scrubbing at the pink appendage and glaring at his best friend. “I hate you.”

Phineas sniffed casually, eyes swelling with desperately sneezy tears. “Not nearly as much as I you, old bean. After you.”

”N-Nein, Phineas, after yuhh…you.”

“No, No, I ih…ih…insist.”

”As do I.”

“Just SNEEZE already!” Magenta shouted from the other room. But before she had even finished the sentence, both of her roommates had given into the tickle in their noses. Unfortunately, they were facing one another…

A loud and uncontrollable “Hursch-hoo!” exploded from Phineas, while a much less forceful “Ihh-ischoo!” came from Banachek as the two men sneezed on one another. They blinked and snuffled wearily.

“Gesundheit.”

”Bless you, good boy.”

And they shared in a simultaneously thick sniffle just as Magenta emerged from the kitchen with two piping hot bowls of soup. “Earnestly, if you two grow any more similar, I won’t be able to tell you apart,” she sighed.

~~~~~

Prompt: #66- Mask

Word count:367

Characters: Phineas, Eloise

I glanced around warily at all of the Alchs around me. Even though their metallic eyes were hidden beneath masks, I still felt the chill that their gazes always left. Where was Phineas? I couldn’t tell which of these hundreds of beings were him. What an idiotic idea, infiltrating an Alchemist masquerade! If I called out his name, then the Alchs would know that the infamous---and deeply hated--- Phineas Grymm was among them, and they wouldn’t hesitate in killing the both of us. I was just about to head home in hopes that he would have returned as well when I heard a vicious

“Hatch-Shuh!”

Indeed, that was Phineas. He was the only man I knew that wouldn’t make a single effort to stifle his sneezes when in the presence of others. I followed the direction of the sound and, just as suspected, fond Phineas leaned against a wall, rubbing furiously at his nose from beneath his mask. It has a very long and beaky nose, fittingly enough.

Coming from behind him, I gently placed my hand on the small of his back. “Bless you, Mr. Grymm.”

He gasped, and at first I was under the impression that I had startled him, but Phineas hurriedly pulled the crook of his elbow to his face and released four rapid sneezes.

“Hetchngh! Ehh-ktcchsh! Ih-Isshtchxxuh! Ugh…Uh-Uhhtshcsshoo!” He sniffled crossly once the fit was over and looked at me. Even from beneath the mask, I could tell his eyes were watery. “Eloise, we’ve to go. Ibbediately.”

I couldn’t contain a light laugh at his congested tone, making him scowl. “Allergies, love?”

Phineas nodded, rummaging around in his pocket, presumably for a handkerchief. “Good lord, Alchs wear too buch colo…o-ohhh, Lord…Uh-Uhhtshch!” He shot forward, capturing the sneeze in a cupped hand. His eyes grew wide, and my husband made no effort to remove the hand from his face. “Bloody hell…”

I took my own handkerchief from my pocket and offered it to him. With a weak “Thadk you…”, Phineas took it and quickly blew his nose. When he was done, I kissed his cheek gently and took his hand (the one he didn’t sneeze in) in mine.

“Let’s go home, darling.”

~~~~~~~

Prompt: #89---Tattoo

Word Count: 352

Characters: Cooper, Cynthia (M/F)

“H-Hold on,” Cooper gasped hurriedly, motioning for the tattoo artist to take the needle off of his arm. He twisted away and brought the crook of his elbow to his twitching nose. “Eshch-shoo! Hetchngh! Ihh-Ihktchsh!” He sneezed rapidly, shoulders quivering with each powerful jerk.

“Bless you,” Cynthia said, a faint smile on her face.

Cooper swiped at his twitchy nose with a wrist and looked at his girlfriend, who was right next to him, getting a matching tattoo. At least, he THOUGHT it was going to be matching. “What’re you smiling for? You never smile.”

She hesitated a moment before responding in her usual monotone. “Tell me, what does your tattoo say?”

Cooper cocked an eyebrow. “A heart with your name in it. That’s what we agreed on.” He narrowed his eyes. “Why? What does yours say?”

With yet another rare grin, Cynthia turned around to reveal her freshly tattooed arm.

It was a heart, but rather than Cooper’s name in the middle was the word “Sneezy” in big, fancy letters.

Cooper gaped at the tattoo for a long moment before croaking “…Sneezy? What…but…WHY?”

Cynthia tilted her head to the side and thought for a moment. “No offense, but it’s so unoriginal getting a tattoo of your lover’s name. So I picked an adjective that describes you. You are the sneeziest person I’ve ever met, after all.”

Cooper groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Gee, thanks.”

”It’s not a bad thing,” Cynthia said, tapping Cooper’s nose with a long index finger. The pressure caused a tickle in his sinuses, and he scrunched up his nose to chase it off, making Cynthia’s lips twitch. “I know you hate it, but it makes you special. I love you as you are. More than the world.” She removed her finger from the tip of his nose and kissed it instead.

Cooper blinked at her, unable to think of what to say next. He opened his mouth to return the sentiment, but was interrupted by the sobbing of the tattoo artist.

”That’s beautiful, man,” he cried, making Cynthia and Cooper exchange their usual skeptical gaze.

~~~~~

Well, thanks for reading, and I'll try to update within the next few days. I loves you all!

[Ciuty80]

hello, welcome to the greatest forum

and thank you for these cute drabbles!!

keep them coming

[curliecatlover]

That last line on the last one make me laugh.

Love them.

Oh and by the way, just because you're not validated doesn't make you not part of this forum.

Validation takes time, but don't worry your still a member of the awesome crowd. And with those drabbles I'm glad to have you aboard!

[obsessed]

We've got a new drabbler? woo!

I enjoyed these. (:

tattoo was so funny and cute aha

[Scion]

Aww, these are all adorable! And I looooooooooove the way you spell sneezes!

[Galaxy]

hello, welcome to the greatest forum

and thank you for these cute drabbles!!

keep them coming

Thanks for reading, and the welcome! I'm totally in love with this place already, especially since everyone's so creative and nice.

That last line on the last one make me laugh.

Love them.

Oh and by the way, just because you're not validated doesn't make you not part of this forum.

Validation takes time, but don't worry your still a member of the awesome crowd. And with those drabbles I'm glad to have you aboard!

Ohh, yay! Thanks, for a while I was convinced that "Validating" members were basically the freshman of the high school that is the SFF.

We've got a new drabbler? woo!

I enjoyed these. (:

tattoo was so funny and cute aha

Haha, thank you!

Yes, I <3 this whole drabble challenge, it's so fun to write and to read the drabbles of others.

Aww, these are all adorable! And I looooooooooove the way you spell sneezes!

Thanks so much! That makes me happy, because I absolutely LOVE everything you write! I'm entirely obsessed with Living in Sin especially. I know, I'm a fiction stalker, but that's okay. XD

Ohhh, but thanks so much for the awesome comments! You all make my heart super happy. <3 I'll probably post more tomorrow or the day after. Once again, thank you so bad for reading! Luffs~~

[Tarkus]

Gotta go with the majority on this one! They are soooooo cute! Keep em' comin'!

And welcome to the forum! Have fun reading and writing and enjoying all this glorious site has to offer!

[27jj]

Aww, I really like these:) I think Similarities is my favorite out of this batch, I loved the stubborn buildup and them sneezing at the same time

[Galaxy]

Thank you all so much for reading and reviewing! It really means a lot to me. I have a new batch of drabbles!

Okay, Blanket and Lullaby is based on 'Tactical Midnights', which is the same novel that Cynthia and Cooper come from. Basically, it's about a group of assassins (Cooper, Cynthia, Lucy, Dante, and Kitty), who--unknown to them---have been completely rewired by the company's (Tactics, is what it's called) leader, Rexford. He's a genius who has created pills (called the Reassignment Pill), that can completely change a person's appearance and personality and traits, and can alter their memories, which is what he used on our group here. Lucy is the leader of this particular group (called Third Place). She's not exactly with Dante, but they sleep together a lot, and Lucy IS with Rexford...or so she thinks. O.O. Dante isn't usually this needy, just when he's loopy on cold meds. And Rexford...I'm not gonna lie, I love Rexford to bits, but don't believe his act! He's a douche. He programmed the Reassignment Pill so that whoever takes it will see him as insanely sexy and gorgeous, but once they take The Cure (later created by super smarty-pants Cooper), they see he...well...isn't so good looking. But Lucy still lurvs him...until he tries to kill her, but that's another story altogether. << But, yes, Lullaby not only means that Rexford is cheating on Lucy, but he's MARRIED. Le gasp!

And Chocolate is based on Phineas Grymm, but t his was back when Bana and Phineas were just getting started with their business, and Bana had a bit of a drinking problem.

BUT ANYWAY. I'll stop raving.

~~

Prompt: #53- Blanket

Word Count: 311

Characters: Dante, Lucy

Rexford sent a text at 1:37 in the morning, just as I was about to explode from anxiety. Come outside, was his text, and I was all too eager to comply, as usual. Carefully, I untangled myself from Dante’s arms and slowly began to inch out of bed. Just in time, too. Dante’s nasty cold was causing him to snore congestedly, which pissed the hell out of me, even though it was barely even audible.

“Ngn…Lucy?” Dante groaned with a thick sniffle, groping blindly for me. When he grabbed my waist and pulled me back, I couldn’t resist an eye-roll.

“Dante, let go,” I growled, trying to pry him off.

“No,” was his simple response. “Where you goin’?”

“Nowhere.”

”Don’t goooo,” he moaned. “You’re wa-warm…uh…” My body shuddered right along with his as he released two sleepy sneezes into my shoulder. “Htchx-uh! Uhhh…Uh-ishoo!”

Ohhh, I would have punched him square in the jaw if I didn’t have to hurry up and meet Rexford.

“Get off!” I nearly shouted, shoving him off and getting out of bed in a hurry.

“Lucy, please,” Dante croaked miserably. “It’s cold.”

”Use a damn blanket.”

”I don’t want a blanket,” he responded, blinking up at me with bleary green eyes. “I want Lucy.”

This made me stop and look back down at Dante, who seemed to be feeling absolutely terrible. Even though he was loopy with NyQuil, and annoyingly sniffly, and repulsively sneezy, I couldn’t deny the fact that I cared about Dante. More than Rexford? Who the hell knows…

“C’mere,” I uttered, getting back in bed. Dante didn’t hesitate in snuggling up close to me, sniffling repeatedly.

“I love you, Lucy,” he said warmly, voice altered by the congestion.

I couldn’t resist a small smile. “Love you too, Dante.” And he drifted back to sleep in a matter of moments, our foreheads pressed together.

Rexford could wait until tomorrow night.

~~

Prompt: #77--Lullaby

Word Count: 308

Characters: Rexford, Lucy

“I don’t think I’m up for this tonight, Lucy. I’m not feeling my best.”

I looked away from the mirror to Rexford, who was spread out on the bed with a hand over his eyes. His eyes and nose had been noticeably drippy, but I had passed this off as allergies. “Are you sick?” I asked, sitting on the edge of the king sized bed, placing a hand on his bare chest.

Rexford opened his mouth to respond, but his words were stunted by quivering nostrils and hitching gasps which made my hand move right along with his rapidly expanding and retracting chest. “Ih-Ehhkshch-hoo!” His body shook powerfully with the force of the uncovered sneeze. He removed the hand from his face and smiled apologetically at me. “Sorry.”

“Ohh, Rex, you look awful,” I cooed, cuddling up close to him. “Is there anything I can do to make you feel better?”

”Mmm, yeah,” he said with a delightfully crooked grin. “My mom used to sing my lullabies when I felt bad…”

There wasn’t a lick of hesitation on my part. “Hush little baby, don’t say a---“

”Lucy, I was kidding,” Rexford said hurriedly, rubbing at his poor pink nostrils.

“I know you were, but I’m not,” was my response before beginning to run my fingers through his light brown hair. “Hush little baby…”

It didn’t take long for his eyes to close and breathing to regulate. Rex sniffled congestedly just before passing out, and he continued to sniffle in sleep.

So much for the big, bad-ass assassin, I thought absently as I picked up a warm looking blanket that was bunched up in the corner. I was about to drape it over Rex’s sleeping form, but when I shook the blanket out…a pair of lacy pink panties fell out.

I don’t wear lacy panties.

~~~

Prompt: #37 – Chocolate

Word Count: 332

Characters: Banacheck, Phineas

“Bana, have you been drinking again?” Phineas demanded upon seeing his best friend curled up in a tight ball on the couch.

”…Nein.”

Good lord. Banachek only spoke in German when he was trying to prove a point, or when he was drunk. “Banachek, damn it, you said you were done with the bloody whiskey!”

Bana might have answered him, but Phineas hadn’t any idea, as he began to mumble rapidly in German.

Phineas sighed. “Hold on. I’ll be back,” he said, hurrying to the kitchen. The only thing that could sober Banachek up was chocolate, and a great amount of it. Once a few blocks of chocolate were piled onto a small saucer, Phineas returned to the parlor, only to find his best friend in the exact same position, blonde hair hiding his unfocused right eye. The twenty-year-old knelt down beside the couch, so he and Banachek were mere inches apart. “Come on, eat this. I know you think drinking is the only answer, Bana, but you really must…Just what, may I ask, are you doing?”

While Banachek’s expression remained stoic, the nostrils of his tiny nose seemed to be doing some sort of dance. “Bewegen,” he hissed, breaths beginning to come in shorter bouts.

“Bana, use English, if you please.”

”Bewegen, bewegen, Ich h-haben zu nie…n-niesse-ehh—“

Phineas didn’t realize what was coming until Banachek had already shot forward with a careless, but powerful “K’tssht!” right smack dab in his friend’s face. As Phineas gaped in horror and disgust, Banachek gave one delicate sniff before snatching the chocolate off of the plate and swallowing the lot of it in a few gulps, barely bothering to chew. “Segnen mich…” he yawned before falling into an intoxicated sleep.

With an irritated growl, Phineas wiped the wetness from his face and pulled a light blanket up to his friend’s chin. “It’s as if I’m your damn wife…” he grumbled, heading into the kitchen to dispose of every source of alcohol in the cupboards.

~~~

Now, I'm not going to pretend I know German, because I totally don't. I looked up Bana's sentences in an English-German dictionary. I'mma make a list of what Bana said real quick:

Bewegen: Move

Ich haben zu niessen: I have to sneeze

Segnen mich: Bless me

Now, I may very well have made grammatical errors, but I'll cross that bridge when I come to it. Haha, but once again, thank you guys so much for reading, and I hope you enjoy these. <3

Galaxy Out~~~

[obsessed]

Blanket was so cute <3 and cliffyyy from Lullaby! I'm enjoying these

[Ciuty80]

“Bana, have you been drinking again?” Phineas demanded upon seeing his best friend curled up in a tight ball on the couch.

”…Nein.”

Good lord. Banachek only spoke in German when he was trying to prove a point, or when he was drunk. “Banachek, damn it, you said you were done with the bloody whiskey!”

Bana might have answered him, but Phineas hadn’t any idea, as he began to mumble rapidly in German.

Phineas sighed. “Hold on. I’ll be back,” he said, hurrying to the kitchen. The only thing that could sober Banachek up was chocolate, and a great amount of it. Once a few blocks of chocolate were piled onto a small saucer, Phineas returned to the parlor, only to find his best friend in the exact same position, blonde hair hiding his unfocused right eye. The twenty-year-old knelt down beside the couch, so he and Banachek were mere inches apart. “Come on, eat this. I know you think drinking is the only answer, Bana, but you really must…Just what, may I ask, are you doing?”

While Banachek’s expression remained stoic, the nostrils of his tiny nose seemed to be doing some sort of dance. “Bewegen,” he hissed, breaths beginning to come in shorter bouts.

“Bana, use English, if you please.”

”Bewegen, bewegen, Ich h-haben zu nie…n-niesse-ehh—“

Phineas didn’t realize what was coming until Banachek had already shot forward with a careless, but powerful “K’tssht!” right smack dab in his friend’s face. As Phineas gaped in horror and disgust, Banachek gave one delicate sniff before snatching the chocolate off of the plate and swallowing the lot of it in a few gulps, barely bothering to chew. “Segnen mich…” he yawned before falling into an intoxicated sleep.

With an irritated growl, Phineas wiped the wetness from his face and pulled a light blanket up to his friend’s chin. “It’s as if I’m your damn wife…” he grumbled, heading into the kitchen to dispose of every source of alcohol in the cupboards.

~~~

Now, I'm not going to pretend I know German, because I totally don't. I looked up Bana's sentences in an English-German dictionary. I'mma make a list of what Bana said real quick:

Bewegen: Move

Ich haben zu niessen: I have to sneeze

Segnen mich: Bless me

Now, I may very well have made grammatical errors, but I'll cross that bridge when I come to it. Haha, but once again, thank you guys so much for reading, and I hope you enjoy these. <3

Galaxy Out~~~

that was funny, my mothertongue is german, but i don´t want to be an i-know-it-better-dude, so i ignored the german words and just think this drabbles was REALLY cute! :laugh:

please more

[Scion]

Cooooool. I love your imagination lol. You write really well, and your characters are all very interesting and unique and whatnot.

[SweaterWeather]

AAAAWWW! I am SO loving all of these drabbles!! Especially Phineas and Banachek!! They just together like..............................like....................................................

Peanut butter and chocolate!!! But I love all of the characters, they have so much personality!!

[Galaxy]

Catmuffinz---Thank you so much! I'm having a grand time here! ^^

27jaredjensen--- Thaaank you! I love writing for Bana and Phineas. Thanks!

obsessed--- Thank you! Blanket's my favorite so far. >w<

Ciuty80---Haha, I'm sorry that I'm terrible at stringing together German words! I have nooo idea what the grammar rules are or anything. I'm glad you liked it!

Scion---Haha, thanks, I like my imagination too. It's a strange, but delightful place to live in. Thank you so much!

Grey on a Sunday--- I've never heard then compared to chocolate and peanut butter before, but I love it! Thank you!

Alrighty! New drabbles! I'll try to keep their descriptions shorter than normal. Haha, but Bike is based on Secrets of the Galaxy, about a boy named Erikson who, after ten years of being confined to his house, finally is released and goes to school. He's book smart, but is extremely naive to the ways of people his age, so a strange classmate of his who calls herself Galaxy (yes, she's the inspiration for my username. ) takes it upon herself and her group of misfits (ex-gang banger Shawna, silent lesbian Phoebe, 11-year-old prodigy Melody, transgender Ava, and British transfer student Cassidy who dates Phoebe for a while) to show hm the ways of the world. Woo! Kept it kind of short! lol.

Btw, Galaxy's a potty mouth.

Prompt: #61- Bike

Word Count: 561

Characters: Erikson, Galaxy

“I’m not so sure about this…” Erikson mumbled worriedly, examining the safety of his best friends’ bike. “Riding in the basket seems dangerous.”

Galaxy snorted. “You’ll be fine, pansy-ass. Just stay still and hold on tight, okay? I’m not going to let you fall.”

He looked back and forth between Galaxy and the bicycle of doom. With a shaky exhale, he hopped in the basket as Galaxy mounted the bike. “Hold on,” she ordered, and he was in no hurry to disobey. “We’re gonna go downhill, so there’s no stopping until we reach Shawna’s house. Are you gonna be okay?”

”Yeah…” he responded with zero confidence, and Galaxy took off.

About five minutes into the ride, Erikson was finally beginning to relax, little by little, until he felt a tingle in the back of his nose, which made a whole new sort of panic shoot through him.

“G-Galaxy, stop,” he said hastily, twitching his nose to try and be rid of the tickle. It didn’t do a lick of good.

She scoffed in annoyance. “Er, if you’re still scared, I’m seriously going to-“

”No, no, I’ve guh…gotta-“

He couldn’t finish the warning in time to beat the budding irritation. He managed to place a hand in front of his face to catch the uncomfortably wet “Huchshoo!” before clamping his hands back onto the side of the basket.

The sudden sneeze made Galaxy jump, making the bike swerve, and nearly hit a mailbox. “Shit, Erikson, don’t DO that!”

“I can’t!” he exclaimed, crinkling his rebellious nose. “You stop the bike! I-I’ve gotta—“He once again brought a wobbly hand to his nose again and released two more unruly sneezes. “Hih-Itzshhu! Ehhtshchsh!”

‘Don’t let go of the basket!” Galaxy yelled, struggling to keep the bike straight.

“M-My dad always told me to cover my nose when I sne—“

“FUC YOUR STUPID DAD!” she shrieked, pedaling faster, hoping to reach the bottom of the hill soon. “And don’t you DARE fucking sneeze aga—“

A lot of things happened at once. A car turned the corner, nearly colliding with the bicycle. Galaxy screamed and swerved quickly, only to have Erikson rock the bike with another forceful “Hurtch-shoo!” and send then both crashing into a parked car. They were thrown to the sidewalk, relatively unharmed, but incredibly startled. That couldn’t be said for the bike and car, though. The car had a fist-sized dent, but the bike looked so much worse.

Erikson and Galaxy simply lay on the ground, surprised and out of breath. The silence was only broken by Erikson’s final “Hetchngh!”, which made Galaxy burst out laughing.

“That was insane!” she chortled, turning to her friend. “You okay?”

Erikson smiled sheepishly, rubbing at his tickling nose. “Yeah, I guess I’m just allergic to something out here.” He sat up and looked at the dented bike. “I’m really sorry about that, Galaxy…”

Galaxy placed a comforting hand of Erikson’s shoulder, trying to stop laughing. “Don’t worry, okay? It’s just a bike. We’re both okay, and that’s all that matters.” Noticing the awkwardly intimate moment, she punched him playfully in the shoulder. “Sneezypants.”

Erikson blushed deeper. “Thanks, Galaxy. You’re really-“

”What the hell happened to my car!?”

The two friends turned to find an enraged man hurrying towards them.

”Oh, shit, run!” Galaxy shouted in panic, and Erikson was all too eager to comply.

~~~~~

This one's based off of a novel that currently has no name (though I'm leaning towards 'Happyness'). It's about a race of fairies who, after making a deal with a Wiccan cult hundreds of years ago, become the "Happyness" of miserable humans. This is about Marlow, who watched her mom kill herself at age five, and her clumsy, kind-hearted and flightless fairy named Raphael. Marlow, while generally nice, is a very jealous person, especially when the fairy princess Twila decides she wants to marry Raphael...

Prompt: #25- Mistake

Word Count: 421

Characters: Raphael, Marlow

“H’ktchoo! Ih-Ikshoo! Oh, I-I’m sorry, Marlow, did I wake you?”

“Nope, I was already up,” I lied drowsily, blinking at Raphael, who was sitting on the other side of the tent, sniffling sadly. “You coming down with something, hon?”

“Oh, no,” he murmured, rubbing at his drippy eyes. “C-Crying just makes me..eeh..Ihh-ishoo!” Sniffle. “Sneeze.”

This got me wide awake. I picked my Happyness up in my hands and met his eyes. “Phael, why’re you crying?”

He looked down and twiddled his thumbs. “I-I’m not…I’m just…” He sighed and jumped forward to hug me. “Marlow, do you think this is a mistake? Me marrying Princess Twila?”

Derr, I’ve been saying that all along! I felt like saying, but instead asked “Well, do you think it’s a mistake?”

Raphael nodded and burst into (even more) hysterical tears. He sobbed into my shirt. “I-I don’t w-wanna marry her! I wanna s-s-stay with you, and get m-married when I’m in love, a-and…and…Eshchshoo!” He sniffled thickly and grimaced at the wet spot he left on my shirt. “S-Sorry.”

“Ohhh, Phael,” I cooed, cradling him close to me. “She can’t force you to marry her. I don’t care if Twila is the damn princess. She won’t take you away from me unless you want to go.”

“B-B-But my parents are so p-poor. They need me to marry her,” he hiccuped, holding onto me for dear life.

I frowned, gently rubbing Phael’s tiny back, which was shaking with frantic gasps. “You’re such a sweetheart, Raphael. I know you’re concerned about your parents, but you’ve got to think about yourself now. It would be a mistake to go against your heart. Now, is your heart here in Daybreak Hallow, where…” Where you don’t fit in. Where no one likes you. Where you’re an outcast due to your inability to fly…”Where you don’t have your best friend, or back in Denver, with…me?”

There wasn’t an ounce of hesitation on his part. “With y-you…ohh…Ntsschiew! Hii’stchuu! Ugh..” he groaned, clamping a hand over his tiny nose. “Barlow, do you have a--?”

He needn’t finish the sentence. I took the sleeve of my jacket and gingerly wiped at his nose. “Get some sleep, Phael. We’ll deal with this in the morning.”

The tearful Happyness jumped up to curl up in the groove of my collarbone. “I love you, Marlow,” he sniffled sleepily. “I don’t…I don’t wanna leave you…”

Damn straight you don’t. No fairy bitch is gonna take my baby away from me, I thought before fading into sleep along with Raphael.

~~~~~~~~~~~

This is one of my personal favorites. <3 It's about Milo and Demetri, who have been best friends since age four. Now they're in their last year of college, and have begun to realize that they don't view each other the same way anymore...

Prompt: #12- Sin

Word Count: 402

Characters: Milo, Demetri

“Wooo-hoo,” Demetri sighed contently, stretching out in his bed. “That was AWESOME.”

“We are such sinners,” Milo uttered, searching all around Demetri’s room for his missing shirt. “My mom would flip out of she ever knew about this…”

“Your mom won’t ever find out, Nervous Nellie,” Demetri reassured Milo, giving his tiny butt a hard smack. Milo gasped and turned bright red.

“Damn it, Demetri,” Milo snapped, running fingers through his messy dark hair. “Can’t you grow up for five freaking se---oh.” He paused long enough to give his nose a good rubbing. Demetri quirked an eyebrow at his best friend (wait. Were they more than that now?), whose unfocused gaze and fluttering nostrils gave him a strange---and delightful--- feeling.

“Mmm, Milo,” Demetri said with a seductive smile. “Aim over here.”

Milo’s frown deepened, a look of concentration on his face. “You’re s-suhh…sick in the he--- heh---“ Trying his hardest to keep his soar back straight, Milo released six quick, wet sneezes that left a visible mist on the hardwood floor which, oddly enough, turned Demetri on even more.

“Hii’stchhu! Uhh-tshchsh! Hut-shoo! O-Oh by Go—Hihh-Tshchsh! Ittchx-uhh! Ushchsh-uHH!” Once all the sneezes were out, Milo sucked in a gasp of much needed air and, unable to locate any nearby tissues, wiped his runny nose with a bare forearm.

“Ohhh, crap, Miles, that was hot,” Demetri said with a playful laugh.

“Shut up,” Milo ordered stuffily, adjusting his askew glasses.

“Your nose looks all sad,” came the silky reply.

Milo nodded, clearing his soar throat. “I think I’m coming down with something…” he said, though it came out more like ‘I thigk I’b cobidg dowd with sobethidg’.

“Poor baby,” purred the other boy, taking Milo’s cold hand. “Wanna come do some more sinning? You’ll feel better.”

The congested guitarist was preparing a snarky remark when he noticed just how truly awful he felt; His throat, head, and sinuses especially. So he just sank onto the bed in defeat. After a moment of contemplating, Milo finally responded. “Do you think we could just…lay here for a bit?” he asked with a weak sniffle.

Demetri nearly gagged when he noticed how rapidly his heart was melting. He pulled his boyfriend (wait, was that what they were now?) close and kissed his warm forehead. “You mean cuddle? We can cuddle all you want, Milo. There’ll be plenty of time for sinning when you feel better.”

~~~ Sooo, yes, I hope y'all enjoy these, and once again, thanks SO much for reading! <3

[Scion]

I looooooooooove you! These are sooooooo good! And your writing is amazing! And ohmygod how have you written so many novels you crazy girl? And amazingly unique and interesting ones at that! I mean, holy crap, I could barely write ten words when I was your age lmao. SERIOUSLY how are you so good? I kinda want to steal your imagination! I'm trying to plan out my latest novel, and I'm just...stuck. I've never written a mysery before, and I'm trying to throw in a light supernatural flare that doesn't really overshadow the whole story and yeah this is so irrelevent but seriously how long does it take you to come up with these ideas?????

OH ALSO do you just write for fun or do you want to get published?? Because I feel like all books are the same nowadays and yours are just...not! OKAY I PROMISE I'll shut up now. I'm just so obsessed with your writing.

[Ciuty80]

OHHHH wow these three drabbles where WONDERFUL, especially the last one

please, please more!!!!!!

[SweaterWeather]

Well, I kinda can't think right now because of these fics. So much humor/cuddling/love/everything else that makes me happy lol

The tearful Happyness jumped up to curl up in the groove of my collarbone. “I love you, Marlow,” he sniffled sleepily. “I don’t…I don’t wanna leave you…”

Damn straight you don’t. No fairy bitch is gonna take my baby away from me, I thought before fading into sleep along with Raphael.

This part had me ROTFL dude!

This is one of my personal favorites. <3 It's about Milo and Demetri, who have been best friends since age four. Now they're in their last year of college, and have begun to realize that they don't view each other the same way anymore...

Prompt: #12- Sin

Word Count: 402

Characters: Milo, Demetri

“Wooo-hoo,” Demetri sighed contently, stretching out in his bed. “That was AWESOME.”

“We are such sinners,” Milo uttered, searching all around Demetri’s room for his missing shirt. “My mom would flip out of she ever knew about this…”

“Your mom won’t ever find out, Nervous Nellie,” Demetri reassured Milo, giving his tiny butt a hard smack. Milo gasped and turned bright red.

“Damn it, Demetri,” Milo snapped, running fingers through his messy dark hair. “Can’t you grow up for five freaking se---oh.” He paused long enough to give his nose a good rubbing. Demetri quirked an eyebrow at his best friend (wait. Were they more than that now?), whose unfocused gaze and fluttering nostrils gave him a strange---and delightful--- feeling.

“Mmm, Milo,” Demetri said with a seductive smile. “Aim over here.”

Milo’s frown deepened, a look of concentration on his face. “You’re s-suhh…sick in the he--- heh---“ Trying his hardest to keep his soar back straight, Milo released six quick, wet sneezes that left a visible mist on the hardwood floor which, oddly enough, turned Demetri on even more.

“Hii’stchhu! Uhh-tshchsh! Hut-shoo! O-Oh by Go—Hihh-Tshchsh! Ittchx-uhh! Ushchsh-uHH!” Once all the sneezes were out, Milo sucked in a gasp of much needed air and, unable to locate any nearby tissues, wiped his runny nose with a bare forearm.

“Ohhh, crap, Miles, that was hot,” Demetri said with a playful laugh.

“Shut up,” Milo ordered stuffily, adjusting his askew glasses.

“Your nose looks all sad,” came the silky reply.

Milo nodded, clearing his soar throat. “I think I’m coming down with something…” he said, though it came out more like ‘I thigk I’b cobidg dowd with sobethidg’.

“Poor baby,” purred the other boy, taking Milo’s cold hand. “Wanna come do some more sinning? You’ll feel better.”

The congested guitarist was preparing a snarky remark when he noticed just how truly awful he felt; His throat, head, and sinuses especially. So he just sank onto the bed in defeat. After a moment of contemplating, Milo finally responded. “Do you think we could just…lay here for a bit?” he asked with a weak sniffle.

Demetri nearly gagged when he noticed how rapidly his heart was melting. He pulled his boyfriend (wait, was that what they were now?) close and kissed his warm forehead. “You mean cuddle? We can cuddle all you want, Milo. There’ll be plenty of time for sinning when you feel better.”

~~~ Sooo, yes, I hope y'all enjoy these, and once again, thanks SO much for reading! <3

Can....can I have forever to love and to hold until the end of time borrow Milo?? PWEASE??? *Sad kitten eyes*

[Butch]

Awesome Galaxy - These are wonderful. I'm thrilled that you've joined and look forward to reading more.

[obsessed]

Mmmmmm <3

Time to reread I suppose;)

[Galaxy]

I looooooooooove you! These are sooooooo good! And your writing is amazing! And ohmygod how have you written so many novels you crazy girl? And amazingly unique and interesting ones at that! I mean, holy crap, I could barely write ten words when I was your age lmao. SERIOUSLY how are you so good? I kinda want to steal your imagination! I'm trying to plan out my latest novel, and I'm just...stuck. I've never written a mysery before, and I'm trying to throw in a light supernatural flare that doesn't really overshadow the whole story and yeah this is so irrelevent but seriously how long does it take you to come up with these ideas?????

OH ALSO do you just write for fun or do you want to get published?? Because I feel like all books are the same nowadays and yours are just...not! OKAY I PROMISE I'll shut up now. I'm just so obsessed with your writing.

Thank you SO much. You have no idea how much this made my day! Truth be told, I actually only get all this madness done because I rarely do schoolwork when I'm supposed to. All I ever do is write. Been that way for a while. I've missed many a game at recess because I've spent my time writing...

And I've been writing since I was around seven...of course they were total crap around that time, but for a few years, I was a part of this Writer's Club at my local library, and they helped me to improve writings...and as for the ideas, I can't really give an explanation. I just think "What would be an ideal book for me to read?" and then I just...write it. I know that sounds stupid, but it's true. The general concept doesn't take long to think of, but as I write, I just think "ohhh, this would be fun" or something. Like, originally, Phineas Grymm was based in California in 2007 about exorsists. Then it was about Canadian shape shifters...and now it's about wizards in Victorian Paris. My mind just hops anywhere and everywhere.

And yes, I definitely want to get published. But I want to go all-out with my book, which can be quite expensive, so I've decided to get another career before I attempt publishing. I'm currently saving up to go to film school in New York, so hopefully that works out. Once again, thank you so very much! That made me feel so happy. ^^ And I'm totally obsessed with your writing, too! Which reminds me, I have to go review Puppy Love...

OHHHH wow these three drabbles where WONDERFUL, especially the last one

please, please more!!!!!!

Haha, thank you so much! I'm glad you liked it!

This part had me ROTFL dude!

Can....can I have forever to love and to hold until the end of time borrow Milo?? PWEASE??? *Sad kitten eyes*

Hahaha, I'm glad you liked it! Marlow's got that kind of mentality that everyone's a bitch except her. I really like writing for her, though. And sure, we can split Milo. We can divide up time during allergy and cold season.

Awesome Galaxy - These are wonderful. I'm thrilled that you've joined and look forward to reading more.

Thank you! I'm thrilled to be here too, it's such a marv place. <3

Mmmmmm <3

Time to reread I suppose;)

Haha, your "Mmmmm" made me smile so big. I'm glad you liked them!

But, yes, thank you all so much for reading and reviewing! I've gotten such a boost in confidence since joining this place.

[curliecatlover]

Love these drabbles. I agree with everyone here, your an excellent writer!

[Galaxy]

Love these drabbles. I agree with everyone here, your an excellent writer!

Thank you so much! I'm glad you like them.

Huzzah, I've baked up a fresh batch o' drabbles! Annoying is my shortest drabble yet, even though it is pretty long, drabblewise. Lucy generally has a short temper with everyone, so she's not just hating on Coop.

Prompt: #59--- Annoying

Characters: Cooper, Cynthia, Lucy

Word Count: 196

“Ehh…H-Hih…”

”You gotta sneeze, hon?”

I’ll cut your fucking face off if you sneeze one more---

“Ehh-Ktchsh!”

DAMN IT.

“Somone's been sneezing a lot,” Cynthia said with a rare smile, not even noticing me fuming in the back seat. She placed a hand on his shoulder. "You okay?"

Cooper sniffed, rubbing at his eyes. “Ugh, yeah, I just still feel s-suhh…sneezy.”

WHAT THE HELL ELSE IS NEW!?

I whipped out my cell phone and texted Cynthia immediately. How can you stand all that sneezing? It’s SO DAMN ANNOYING!

Upon receiving my text, Cynthia spun around in her seat to glare at me before texting back.

Cooper sneezes a lot. Deal with it.

How the hell can YOU even deal with it?

Because it’s Cooper. I love his little quirks.

Even his annoying as hell sneezing?

I don’t mind it in the slightest.

You’re crazy.

Nope. I’m just in love.

And with that final text, Cynthia snapped her phone shut and took Cooper’s hand in her own. He smiled sheepishly, and they stared into each others eyes in a way that made me want to vomit. But even so, I had to admit; They did look totally, insanely, ANNOYINGLY in love.

~~~~~

This drabble is Tactical Midnights as well, with a character that has previously gone unmentioned. This is Richard, and he's basically been the parental figure of Lucy, Cooper, Dante, Cynthia and Kitty for the past nine years, along with his wife Pam. Even though they're both in their mid-thirties, I kind of like to think of them as having a Cosmo and Wanda type of relationship, just because she pretty much wears the pants in the marriage and he's...kind of an idiot. I find his stupidity endearing, though. And even though Lucy gets testy with him, she's the only one in the house who will refer to him as her father. And it turns out in the end he IS her father...o.o

Prompt: #6- Squint

Characters: Richard, Lucy

Word Count: 394

“Is there anything I can do to help, Lucy?”

I glanced away from the vegetables I was chopping up to find Richard lingering nervously by the kitchen door. Rich was an accident waiting to happen in the kitchen. I knew this well. But I didn’t want to hurt the man who had raised me for the past nine years, so I gave him a simple task. “Sure, can you coat the chicken with pepper?” I asked, motioning to the pan of poultry on the table.

Richard grinned, obviously glad that someone wasn’t kicking him out of the kitchen. “I’m on it!” He said excitedly, hurrying to the table. I smiled at his eagerness before turning back to the veggies, only to have him pipe back up a moment later. “Um, Lucy, the pepper isn’t coming out,” he said.

“Shake it hard,” I told him without looking away from the tomato I was slicing.

“Oh, okay…”

For a few seconds, I heard him fiddling with the pepper shaker. Then there was a ‘booof’ sound, and a gasp from Richard. I spun around in a panic to find a cloud of pepper surrounding the table. Rich looked confused for a moment before a dazed look crossed his face. His nostrils flared, and he squinted…

Oh, shit. He always squints when he needs to…

“Rich, wait!” I gasped, but then realized I had no reason to fear for the sanitation of the chicken. He cupped both hands over his nose and mouth before hunching over with three sizable sneezes. “Ehh-Ktchoo! Ittshiew! Hih…Hihhtshoo!” Richard straightened his back and cleared his throat. “Whew. ‘Scuse me,” he smiled with a large sniff.

I sighed, relieved that he hadn’t sprayed the chicken. “Bless you.”

“Thanks,” he responded before---to my horror--- reaching down to grab a piece of poultry.

“WAIT!” I shouted, and just in time; Rich’s hands were nearly upon the chicken. “Uhhh, Rich, I need you to run to the store and get some…bagels.”

He nodded. “Sure thing, Lucy. Just as soon as I’m done with this-“

”We need bagels NOW!” I said hurriedly, taking his arm and pulling him from the table. “Please? Dad?”

Aha! I had him. Rich couldn't say no to me when I called him Dad. He smiled sweetly and took his jacket from the back of the chair. “Oh, okay. Be back in a bit.” And to my joy, he left the kitchen immediately.

And he wonders why we don’t let him cook!

~~~~~~~~

Okay, so there's gonna be a bit of a series. Every third drabble is going to be summing up the general romantic plot in "Macey Matlock's Fetish Frenzy". It's about this senior in high school named Macey who's got a sneeze fetish (Wonder where I got that plot from! ). Anyway, after her secret is mocked by her nemesis Dana, Macey starts up a blog called "Macey's Fetish Frenzy", which is just her going on about how fetishists should accept themselves, how they're special, yadda yadda. A popstar named Shannon King stumbles upon the website and comes out about her foot fetish, drawing much attention to Macey's blog. After a few years, she gets pretty famous, as internet celebrities go. But while she's still in high school, she gets a boyfriend named Wesley, and loved him to bits, only to find that he's got a sneeze fetish too...And this causes complications.

Prompt: #88---Hypocrite

Word Count: 401

Characters: Wesley, Macey

I’m such a damn hypocrite, was the only thing I could think of as he slowly twisted the tissue up tightly. “Are you sure you don’t mind doing this?” I asked Wes nervously and guiltily.

“’Course not,” he replied with that genuinely sweet smile that I had fallen in love with. “You know I love doing this.”

Don’t remind me, I nearly said. I hated that Wes had the fetish as well. That’s why I wanted to get some sweet inducing out of him before I had to dump him. I know, it’s terrible to break up with him for harboring the same fetish I had, but…I wasn’t willing to give into his fetishy needs, unlike how he was all too eager to give into mine.

Without further adieu, Wesley inserted the tissue into his unsuspecting nostril, making my stomach do a delightful flip-flop. And making my heart ache at the thought of never being able to experience this again.

“Oh, t-there we go,” he said with a quivering smile. I nearly vomited up joy from how sexy he looked in that moment. Seeing my awestruck expression, Wesley’s smile only doubled in size. “You li—hih…like?”

”So much,” I breathed inaudibly, a shudder running down my spine.

“Good, because it’s almost…a-almost…”

I examined his desperately watery eyes and twitchy nose close enough to know that the sneeze was nearly upon us. Wanting just one last thrill, I plucked a fresh tissue from the nearby box and held it to Wesley’s spastic nostrils.

He blinked at me, breaths coming in shorter and quicker gasps. “Macey…I…I lo—uhh--Hurtchshoo! Tschsh-uhh! Iyy’shoo! Ihh…h-huh, Oh God,” he panted desperately before freeing the final sneeze; A violent release of wetness that left the thin tissue entirely soaked through. “Ihhi-schOO! O-Oh crap…” he muttered stuffily, sniffling rapidly. He met my eyes and smiled wearily, eyes bleary from the sneezes. “I love you, Macey.” Wes pushed the tissue away and leaned forward to kiss me, but I quickly stopped him, making him frown. “What’s wrong? Did you not like it?”

”N-No, I loved it, it’s just…” I couldn’t even look him in the eye. Just looking at that sweet face and cherry red nose and deliciously sneezy expression made me realize painfully that I had to let him go. Now. I couldn’t lie to his face anymore.

Just don’t let him know it’s because you’re a hypocrite.

“Wesley, we have to talk.”

So, jes, that is my latest insallment, and I hope you all enjoyed it. <3

[obsessed]

I AM IN LOVE WITH THE NAME WESLEY.

omg

<3

PS. I enjoy these drabbles! I was freaking over the whole Wesley thing so I forget to mention that lil fact, ahah.

[Scion]

I DID! I SO love your drabbles. You are amazing and your writing is flawless and I love you ohmygod! And I'm glad you're looking to get published! You so deserve it and with your mind...yeah, the writing world needs you! Anyway, lovelovelove these. And it's adorable how Cynthia is so sweet to Cooper, and what she said about loving all his little quirks, awwwwwww. Lovelovelove!

[Butch]

Awesome Galaxy - Stupendous job! Looking forward to more.