03 April 2015 @ 10:24 pm
Drabble meme {alternativo}!  

Che non è come il drabble meme che sta sempre aperto, peraltro. Questo qui è diverso e mi ispira e insomma, se volete lasciarmi roba lasciatemela XD
Rubato alla [livejournal.com profile] h_mushroom!

Regole del gioco: commentate lasciandomi un fandom, una ship e uno dei numeri in lista qua sotto. Cercherò di scrivere una drabble e di farlo con tutto il mio amore. Per ship, fandom e tutto il resto, chiedete/proponete e vi saprò dire \o/ (però sappiate che recentemente ho venduto l'anima a Free! se non lo sapevate già, e l'altro fandom e ship sulla quale mi sento abbastanza sicura è Agents of SHIELD, la ship sarebbe la Skyeward. Però boh, provate, al massimo vi dico che non seguo/non so scrivere sul fandom che volete XD ndManu)
Rubate se volete rubare, ovviamente ♥

  1. "Come over here and make me."

  2. "Have you lost your damn mind!?”

  3. "Please, don’t leave."

  4. "Do you…well…I mean…I could give you a massage?"

  5. "Wait a minute. Are you jealous?"

  6. "Is there a reason you’re naked in my bed?

  7. "I almost lost you."

  8. "Wanna bet?"

  9. "Don’t you ever do that again!"

  10. "Teach me how to play?"

  11. "Don’t you dare throw that snowba-, goddammit!"

  12. "I think we need to talk."

  13. "Kiss me."

  14. "Hey, I’m with you, okay? Always."

  15. "So, I found this waterfall…"

  16. "It could be worse."

  17. "Looks like we’ll be trapped for a while…"

  18. "This is without a doubt the stupidest plan you’ve ever had. Of course I’m in."

  19. "The paint’s supposed to go where?”

  20. "You need to wake up because I can’t do this without you."

  21. "We’re in the middle of a thunderstorm and you wanna stop and feel the rain?"

  22. "I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice."

  23. "Just once."

  24. "You’re the only one I trust to do this."

  25. "I can’t believe you talked me into this."

  26. "I got you a present."

  27. "I’m pregnant."

  28. "Marry me?"

  29. "I thought you were dead."

  30. "It’s not what it looks like…"

  31. "You lied to me."

  32. "I think I’m in love with you and I’m terrified."

  33. "Please don’t do this."

  34. "If you keep looking at me like that we won’t make it to a bed."

  35. "You heard me. Take. It. Off."

  36. "I wish I could hate you."

  37. "Wanna dance?"

  38. "You fainted…straight into my arms. You know, if you wanted my attention you didn’t have to go to such extremes."

  39. "Hey! I was gonna eat that!"

  40. "Have I entered an alternate universe or did you really just crack a smile for me?"

  41. "You did all of this for me?"

  42. "I swear it was an accident."

  43. "YOU DID WHAT?!"

  44. "If you die, I’m gonna kill you."

  45. "Tell me a secret."

  46. "Hey, have you seen the..? Oh.”

  47. "No one needs to know."

  48. "Boo."

  49. "Well this is awkward…"

  50. Writer’s preference

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[identity profile] h-mushroom.livejournal.com on April 4th, 2015 04:19 pm (UTC)
Okay, devo XD
Free!, Nagisa/Rei: 21, 24, 49
[identity profile] manubibi.livejournal.com on April 4th, 2015 06:38 pm (UTC)
RICEVUTO \O/ grazie, e arrivano! <3
[identity profile] manubibi.livejournal.com on April 10th, 2015 11:47 am (UTC)
Non mi ero dimenticata! \o\ le ho solo scritte tutte e tre senza riempirti di commenti XD il primo e il terzo prompt mi hanno ispirata, il secondo come vedi non molto... "XD anyway eccole qui :3

21. "We’re in the middle of a thunderstorm and you wanna stop and feel the rain?"
508 parole


Sometimes Rei has lots of problems understanding, not to mention sharing the same space with his best friend. Which is alright, it is natural. Two human beings cannot ever understand each other completely, no matter the easiness with which they communicate, no matter the clarity of each other’s actions and their meanings to one another after having shared a lot of time together.
But in circumstances like these, he really wishes he could disconnect his own brain and wire it with this tiny blond’s holding his hand. Because there are hundreds of reasons why they should not be out picking flowers in the middle of rain, wind that could lift them both and make them actually fly, and possibly the end of the world too. But Nagisa does not seem to be shaken by any of it, he seems to be enjoying himself and the rain splashing his face while crouching in the middle of his big garden, like a crazy person.
“Nagisa-kun, I know I shouldn’t be asking you to do something reasonable…” he begins, gathering his patience and reason. “But you’re going to get ill! Let’s get in!”
“No, it’s alright, Rei-chan! I can feel the rain, I wanna feel the rain!” The blond replies, with a wide smile. “You go inside if you want!”
“Listen, Nagisa-kun, we’re in the middle of a thunderstorm, it’s not healthy to just stand there only to feel the rain and pick daisies!” Rei scolds him, stepping closer to pick him up and drag him inside.
“No, wait… just let me out here a minute,” Nagisa replies, with a gentler voice despite the howling around him, to which Rei frowns, not really understanding what is going on in that head of his.
“Why?” He asks, curious after all, even though wind is slapping him in the face and he has had to remove his glasses as he stopped trying to wipe them dry.
“Water reminds me of Haru-chan,” the other replies, shaking standing up. Haruka left months ago, with Makoto, and Rei understands the other must be missing their friends. He sighs, wrapping his arms around the smaller, and guiding him inside.
“We’re going to skype them, okay?” He replies once he shuts the door behind them.
Nagisa smiles, nodding, and the action makes a lot of water drop on the ground. He giggles, and shakes his head like he was a dog, filling his surroundings with raindrops.
And Rei sighs, rubbing his eyelids. Why did he fall in love with such an illogical creature? He drags Nagisa to the bathroom, pulling him inside with himself. If anything, they are home after walking the entire time with their bags above their heads because someone forgot both their umbrellas.
Nagisa giggles, while getting undressed slowly, teasingly, his skin glistening humid for the rain after he takes off his tops. And Rei figures out Nagisa must have had another reason to stay outside and get drenched.
He sighs, only to smirk right after, walking inside the shower box with his little devil.


[identity profile] manubibi.livejournal.com on April 10th, 2015 11:47 am (UTC)
24. “You’re the only one I trust to do this."

Nagisa has learnt not to trust humans. After all, he had loved so many with all his heart, trusted them to love him as much as he cherished them, and he had been loved back for a while. But in his experience, there is an expiration date on love, every single time. There is a limit to how many heartbeats one could dedicate to a person.
With puppies like him, it was different. Some were friendly, others were less than. But they all looked out for each other, and they all cared for him.
So why is he slowly starting to open up again to a human? This one looks so formal, but so… kind. Nagisa doesn’t understand love, and why he seems to respond so well to it. He is just so afraid of getting torn away from it again. He is just so afraid of finding himself left alone on a deserted street, under the rain, whining at the moon for an explanation.
But still, he also realizes that each day brings with itself new smiles, new petting and new love from this strange boy. It brings him clean fur, a kind hand caressing his cheek, a warm and soft bed and pillow to sleep on. Nagisa seems to understand the tongue of love again, despite having been betrayed for no reason.
Maybe Rei is different, he tells himself. Maybe Rei can truly cure him from his broken heart. Maybe some words are all he needs to be alright again.
Maybe this is the right person, the one only for him, the one who would always rescue him from his sad times, the one who could teach him trust once more, and not break him this time.
Maybe Rei, the human, the boy with glasses who seems to juggle his time really well between him and studying, he is the one and only chance he has left to be pure and happy again. Maybe he’s not like that girl who left him alone, maybe he is different like, he knows, humans are from one another.
Maybe he can be the sole one left to teach him affection again, because Nagisa has given chances, and this is the last one.


[identity profile] manubibi.livejournal.com on April 10th, 2015 11:48 am (UTC)
49. “Well this is awkward…”

Well, he should have seen it coming. Rei accepted to live together with Nagisa in Tokyo - obviously the blond refused to separate, too scared of being lonely, and him, being moved almost to tears by seeing his boyfriend crying at the mere idea of living separated. At first, he thought they would have a place for each of them, and privacy. But then Nagisa also talked him into sharing a flat. “We’re going to split the rent! And I mean, I’ll probably spend a lot of time texting you, so we’d probably spare money instead of spending it on messages! And look at this flat, it’s got super-fast wi-fi! And the price is not bad either!”
So in the end, he gave it a chance. After all, they have always worked well sharing the same space… and if it makes Nagisa happy then it’s worth trying, a part of his brain thought, mocking him. After all, pretty much everybody knows Rei is wrapped around Nagisa’s finger.
But there is a limit to everything.
He scrunches his nose, confused, while opening the door to the room they share, and finding Nagisa with a skimpy black skirt, a white puffy shirt, a thin black tie and light grey, long socks, with a pretty pair of bunny ears on his head. The blond blushes violently, going all rigid. “Oh, crap…” he murmurs, clenching his fists. “Well, uh… this is a bit awkward. Do you like it?” He asks, twirling around nervously and making the edges of the skirt lift a little, elegantly. Under them, the megane gets a glance of Nagisa’s panties, which are also blatantly for girls.
“I wanted to, um, keep this aside for having a bit of fun, also I thought it was cute…” Nagisa starts explaining. “I had to lie and say I had a girlfriend and she sent me to buy stuff for her.”
But Rei hears nothing of it, he just cannot take his eyes off the slender figure of his boyfriend and the cheeky, fun way he made himself look both cute and provocative. In his mind, he was planning an afternoon of hard work and study, but now he is pretty sure he would only think of chemical formulas with bunny ears and tiny, cute underwear teasing his most illogical side.
Thus, he pushes the thought away, and approaches the other boy as he’s turned, grabbing his hips, and kissing the tip of his nose. Nagisa leans forward, making their bodies adapt to one another, and smirks like the little teasing devil he is.
“We can have fun now, Nagisa-kun. Even though technically I had planned at least five hours of study and five minutes of pause and the entire afternoon on the books again…” He starts, looking up as he touches his chin. But a kiss on his neck distracts him again.
“We can be quick,” Nagisa purrs, grabbing one of his hands and guiding it on his thigh and up, letting it disappear under his skirt. “And we don’t even need to get naked. I mean, it took me half an hour to put all this stuff on, so I think I’ll be going around home wearing all of it.”
Knowing Nagisa, Rei has no doubts about that.
[identity profile] kuma-cla.livejournal.com on April 5th, 2015 08:55 pm (UTC)
Nagisa/Rei + 6
Skye/Ward + 47
[identity profile] manubibi.livejournal.com on April 5th, 2015 09:18 pm (UTC)
*segna* alrighty! <3
[identity profile] manubibi.livejournal.com on July 5th, 2015 07:31 pm (UTC)
*sweats* meglio tardi che mai... no? "XD

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"They don't need to know."
They don't need to know you're in bed with the enemy, Daisy. They don't need to know that since that one time when you saw him in the same team with Coulson for a moment, you have started to rethink everything you believe in, all the things you did to him, all the words you could have said and all the questions you never thought were important but now you know it: they were.
They don't need to know he is the only thing that still makes you shake. With anger, with pure and unadulterated hatred, and with so much fire you can hear your blood boil and your bones seem to snap like burning wood in a bonfire.
They don't need to know that right now you are questioning everything that led you here, at the end of your world and the beginning of it, in the arms of a man - you realize it now - you never really knew, and yet he was always there, a step before you, leading the way for all the phoenixes inside of you to rise and burn, rage, explode. You ran after him all this time and you never even considered the idea.
They don't need to know about his words around you to protect and cherish you like he always wished he could do. They don't need to know about his fingers insinuating in your most intimate place, with a delicateness that you did not think was possible of him. And yet they move slowly, they make you agonize for more and beg, they make you pulse while something vibrates incessantly in your chest. It's your heart, and it always knew even though your mind says it is not right.
Coulson doesn't need to know. May doesn't need to know. Against a cold hard wall of steel in their own lair, right where it all started, he whispers your name like a soft prayer, he begs and prays for you to understand, to see the despair lying at the bottom of the dark, damaged well inside of him.
He looks at you just for one moment, before kneeling in front of you. You're a goddess in his mind and in his heart. You're a powerful deity who came down from the sky to turn this world to ruin. It's already crumbling, as Grant, the once perfect knight and now hated, broken antagonist of your story, goes down on his knees, his hands palming your forms with reverence and so much obsession you might call it creepy if you were in your right mind, but you are not.
His mouth draws invisible circles and he is there, between your thighs, bringing you down and taking you high where you do not need any air, because what is breathing for when every cell of your body says you want more of him and you can tremble and let it all crumble to dust?


There is no future for you two. And as you finally drag yourself down and feel his presence again still lapping even though you already came, you look straight into his eyes, and lean your forehead against his as, naked from the waist down, you curl up against him, you look for protection. He would give it to you, he would fight the world and drill a nest for you to live in, into the very core of the planet if necessary, but it just cannot be. You cannot save him, and you cannot give yourself permission to believe in him. He has to do that on his own, although now you understand nobody even gave him a chance. You didn't, you can't.
The last person who did, died in the most grotesquely ironic way. But still, his lips whisper sweet nothings at you, as your breaths mingle, become one.
"No one has to know," you repeat with your voice broken, just like everything else in this world.

Edited 2015-07-05 07:47 pm (UTC)
[identity profile] manubibi.livejournal.com on July 5th, 2015 08:18 pm (UTC)
aaaahhhh frick, scusami, ho messo la Skyeward un livello più giù in questo thread, son proprio cogliona """"XD
btw bon, facciamo che per i reigisa ti scrivo una drabblina, ne?

--- che fa schifo, perché non sono abituata a scrivere in prima persona né a scrivere dal pov di Rei però ci volevo provare T_T

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I remember a time when the carefully built grid inside of which I could carefully, perfectly analyze reality around me, through my own very senses, that grid had a way to let me measure with round numbers and flawless accuracy the rooms, the objects, the concepts even, surrounding me. My reality was so simple, then.
And yet, since I met him, it keeps on failing. There must be a fundamental error in my once perfectly oiled machinery, there must be a flaw in my trails of thought any one time they end up focusing on him. Oh, he is such a tricky mystery. He is out of every norm, he is impossible to foresee, he is my Heisenberg's Indeterminism's Principle. I cannot seem to be able to measure the speed at which his odd ideas translate from his brain to the ever-changing expressions on his face, and I am absolutely incapable of determining what position he occupies in the field of my vision. Lesser forms of literature would call my interest in him, the way my heart seems to accelerate its heart beats, they would call it love. I am contrary to the concept, it is highly illogical, and yet this person's existence proved to me some things are illogical by nature, or their behavior escapes any form of knowledge we currently have.

After this premise, I realize, once again, my measurements of the world have failed. It seems to be an habit of his to challenge my ideas of what is real and what is not. This time, though, he has definitely stepped above and beyond the line not only of logic and normal behavior, but decency as well! This is unacceptable. The way I am staring at his light skin shine under the Sun's warm light waves, the way my brain scrambles for help, it is simply ridiculous.
Ridiculous!
The way his voice sounds when he calls me, in a disgusting, beautifully tempting tone, it enrages me and excites me in equal parts.
"Nagisa-kun," I manage to babble, like a complete idiot, after clenching my jaws back into place and fixing my glasses on my nose. "Why are you naked? Actually, why are you naked on my bed?"
Is it modeling? Is it a joke? Is it just Nagisa's weird brand of silliness?
And why am I touching him? Why am I touching his hair, shivering, and then leaning on top of him...?
"Get dressed, please," I manage to breathe out with a less-than-authoritative tone, and yet he seems to listen. He does not tease. He does not protest. He just turns his gaze down from me, with a pouty expression taking his seemingly eternal smile's place. He complies, without embarrassment, but I do suspect he is showing his hips and back and legs and... sexual organs, to me.

I am attracted to him. I realize it from the way I notice just how beautiful his blond curls are when they bounce around as he shakes his head, how fit and lean his body is, how easy it is for me to memorize the way his lips curve when he smiles. My perfect grid for reference means nothing here. He is the electron I cannot analyze, but I will keep on trying. I will taste his lips, run across town ten and ten times more to make sure he is alright, question my feelings, face them, and act to keep the balance in me. To keep my balance, right now, I have to catch him before he goes away, and hold him against my chest.
He smells of strawberries and chlorine, and I smile with how soft his hair is through my fingers.
I am happy to verify that after a surprised squeak, Nagisa-kun seems to approve of this action of mine.
"So are you horny now, Rei-chan?" He chirps, and then giggles at the surely delicious shades of red my cheeks must have taken.
"It's not funny, Nagisa-kun."
"It kind of is, though," he retorts, cheeky.
This small electron orbiting around my life sure does challenge me in more ways than one.