Drabble Batch 4 - For Everyone Else
Prompt from anamuan
please can i have any type of sherlock holmes fic. the ties that bind are always so messy. and yet.
72 words, Sherlock Holmes.
He doesn't quite understand how he got this far. He was always content with just him. Him and his violin, nothing else. But now? He spends Christmas Eve with John and Mrs. Hudson and Lestrange and Molly. And who is he anymore?
He's not sure, but a part of him--okay, most of him is glad that for once... people are around him. People who accept him. Maybe friendship isn't as annoying, after all.
Prompt from peculiaritea
I would love to see some sort of alternate ending to last night's NCIS.
220 words, Tony/Ziva.
When Tony exhales, there's a beat of silence in between them. He expects something to happen, something to break this moment, because that's what always happens. He's never had the luck of saying things at the right time. And yet...
Ziva exhales, soft, and her lips curve back into that smile. The one that she had had the entire conversation, the one he loved on her face because it was the one she only gave him--even if she didn't know it. "I did not know you thought you were out of it."
Tony laughs, presses his sunglasses against his lips. "Well, sometimes a guy needs a little verbal confirmation."
"Tony," Ziva murmurs, "we have been through too much to not be in each other's lives."
"Ah, there's that 'we' again," Tony says with a sigh. "Now is that you and me? Or is that--"
"It's us, Tony," Ziva corrects. "It's us as co-workers, partners..." She takes a breath before adding, "Friends."
Tony smiles. He smiles because it's the only thing he can do at the moment. The only safe thing. "I'm glad to hear it."
"Straight from the goat's mouth," Ziva adds.
He laughs. "Horse's." Ziva blinks. "Horse's mouth."
"Goat, horse. Whatever. They are both on four legs."
Tony laughs again, stands up and smiles down at Ziva. "Shall we go get that drink now?"
Ziva nods. "I would like that."
Prompt from boycottbananas
Sockhop! Or like one of those diners where they roller skate everywhere. That could be potentially hilarious.
909 words, Hints of Toda Erika/Ryo, Sho/Satomi, Shibasaki Kou, Naka Riisa.
Erika scoffs as she watches Satomi somehow narrowly avoid a hand reaching for her ass as she crouches down to pick up a fallen fork. Satomi straightens up again, smiles brightly, and even though Erika can't read lips, is sure that she's saying in her usual polite air that she'll be back with a clean fork. Then she turns and skates over to the counter where Erika has been cleaning a stain that doesn't exist.
"How do you manage to always do that?" Erika asks.
Satomi tilts her head. "Do what?"
"Avoid the hands coming in for a grope!" Erika hisses. As she gestures, her arm knocks into one of her fake boobs--her fake annoying too big to be even close to normal boobs.
"He wasn't going to grope me," Satomi says as she rings up her order. "He was only leaning over to grab the fork."
Erika snorts. "And your ass just happened to be along the way?"
Satomi grins. "Or I could be just really good at avoiding perverts. Whichever makes you happier, Erika-chan," she says before she skates away to attend to another table. Erika sticks her tongue out at Satomi's back.
"You should put that back in your mouth unless you're going to use it," a new voice says as he settles onto a stool. Erika rolls her eyes, automatically recognizing her daily regular.
"And you should stop killing your heart by eating here every day," Erika retorts. "But it seems neither of us know common sense." Nishikido Ryo only laughs at her as he places his suitcase by his feet. Erika pulls out her notepad, ready to take his order--except, really, she knows exactly what he's going to get. Burger, fries and beer. The only thing he ever eats there.
As if on cue, Ryo says, "Burger, fries and beer." He loosens his tie and shrugs off his jacket.
"Shocker," Erika mutters as she scribbles the order down. Ryo laughs again and starts to unbutton the ends of his sleeves, pushing them up to his elbows for easier access. And even though Erika has seen him do the same thing night after night, her cheeks start to flush. "Right," she says, hoping she doesn't sound as breathless as she feels, "I'll put this in now." He smiles at her, that same crooked smile and Erika has to practically dash into the kitchen to stop herself from turning any redder.
"I see your regular's in tonight," Satomi greets. She's sitting in the kitchen alongside their manager, Shibasaki Kou, and some new girl who seems to be shifting from side to side. Erika rolls her eyes as she gives in her order.
"Not exactly something to talk about," Erika retorts.
"It is when you blush around him," Kou says with a smirk. Erika glares at her which only makes Kou laugh a little.
"You don't see me picking on your regulars," Erika says, crossing her arms.
Satomi sighs. "Sadly none of ours are as dedicated as your Nishikido. I mean, he only comes in on your days." Erika refuses to believe this--her heart on the other hand seems to not listen to her brain.
Erika scoffs. "I would say Sakurai-kun begs to differ." Satomi only beams brightly at this which causes Erika to roll her eyes. "Ugh, this is why it is not as fun. You have such weird reactions." Satomi laughs, then stands when she hears the chime of a bell. Erika watches her go with pursed lips before turning back to Kou.
"Anyway," Kou says, "this is Naka Riisa-chan. She'll be shadowing you tonight so please teach her the ropes." Erika nods towards Riisa before narrowing her eyes.
"Wait, no fake boobs?" Erika asks, frowning.
Kou shrugs lightly. "She opted out."
Erika angles her glare at Kou. "That was an option?! I don't seem to remember being able to pick and choose."
"Oh, I didn't give an option," Kou corrects. "She just said no when I gave her the boobs."
Erika pauses; she half-contemplates taking one of her said fake-boobs and chucking it at Kou's head. The silence breaks with a chime of a bell. "This will be a conversation for next time," she snaps before moving to grab her tray.
Kou pleasantly says, "I'm looking forward to it."
Erika rolls her eyes as she heads out the kitchen onto the floor. Ryo is on his phone when she steps out, but he promptly puts it away as soon as he sees her, greeting her with a smile.
"That excited to see the burger?"
"How do you know it's not you, Erika-chan?" Ryo says with an easy smile. Erika resists from showing how pleased she is--so she just places his order in front of him and walks away.
"He's cute," Riisa says suddenly when they're on the other side of the counter. Erika quickly rears her head and Riisa blinks in surprise.
"That's Erika-chan's protective side," Satomi chimes out of nowhere. "In other words, he's hers."
Erika glares, but the door chimes distract her--which is good because Sakurai Sho walks in that very second. She laughs instead. "And this one is Satomi-chan's."
"So don't touch," Satomi sing-songs as she skates away.
Riisa blinks at them. "Is it usually this--" she looks flustered as she seemingly tries to figure out the words.
"Romantically friendly?" Erika continues. Riisa only shrugs. "Not really. Actually not at all. Mostly of the people are perverts. We just focus on the nice regulars." Riisa nods. "Well, since it's your first night--let's do something that's more involved that you can actually shadow." Riisa laughs at this with a shake of her head.
please can i have any type of sherlock holmes fic. the ties that bind are always so messy. and yet.
72 words, Sherlock Holmes.
He doesn't quite understand how he got this far. He was always content with just him. Him and his violin, nothing else. But now? He spends Christmas Eve with John and Mrs. Hudson and Lestrange and Molly. And who is he anymore?
He's not sure, but a part of him--okay, most of him is glad that for once... people are around him. People who accept him. Maybe friendship isn't as annoying, after all.
Prompt from peculiaritea
I would love to see some sort of alternate ending to last night's NCIS.
220 words, Tony/Ziva.
When Tony exhales, there's a beat of silence in between them. He expects something to happen, something to break this moment, because that's what always happens. He's never had the luck of saying things at the right time. And yet...
Ziva exhales, soft, and her lips curve back into that smile. The one that she had had the entire conversation, the one he loved on her face because it was the one she only gave him--even if she didn't know it. "I did not know you thought you were out of it."
Tony laughs, presses his sunglasses against his lips. "Well, sometimes a guy needs a little verbal confirmation."
"Tony," Ziva murmurs, "we have been through too much to not be in each other's lives."
"Ah, there's that 'we' again," Tony says with a sigh. "Now is that you and me? Or is that--"
"It's us, Tony," Ziva corrects. "It's us as co-workers, partners..." She takes a breath before adding, "Friends."
Tony smiles. He smiles because it's the only thing he can do at the moment. The only safe thing. "I'm glad to hear it."
"Straight from the goat's mouth," Ziva adds.
He laughs. "Horse's." Ziva blinks. "Horse's mouth."
"Goat, horse. Whatever. They are both on four legs."
Tony laughs again, stands up and smiles down at Ziva. "Shall we go get that drink now?"
Ziva nods. "I would like that."
Prompt from boycottbananas
Sockhop! Or like one of those diners where they roller skate everywhere. That could be potentially hilarious.
909 words, Hints of Toda Erika/Ryo, Sho/Satomi, Shibasaki Kou, Naka Riisa.
Erika scoffs as she watches Satomi somehow narrowly avoid a hand reaching for her ass as she crouches down to pick up a fallen fork. Satomi straightens up again, smiles brightly, and even though Erika can't read lips, is sure that she's saying in her usual polite air that she'll be back with a clean fork. Then she turns and skates over to the counter where Erika has been cleaning a stain that doesn't exist.
"How do you manage to always do that?" Erika asks.
Satomi tilts her head. "Do what?"
"Avoid the hands coming in for a grope!" Erika hisses. As she gestures, her arm knocks into one of her fake boobs--her fake annoying too big to be even close to normal boobs.
"He wasn't going to grope me," Satomi says as she rings up her order. "He was only leaning over to grab the fork."
Erika snorts. "And your ass just happened to be along the way?"
Satomi grins. "Or I could be just really good at avoiding perverts. Whichever makes you happier, Erika-chan," she says before she skates away to attend to another table. Erika sticks her tongue out at Satomi's back.
"You should put that back in your mouth unless you're going to use it," a new voice says as he settles onto a stool. Erika rolls her eyes, automatically recognizing her daily regular.
"And you should stop killing your heart by eating here every day," Erika retorts. "But it seems neither of us know common sense." Nishikido Ryo only laughs at her as he places his suitcase by his feet. Erika pulls out her notepad, ready to take his order--except, really, she knows exactly what he's going to get. Burger, fries and beer. The only thing he ever eats there.
As if on cue, Ryo says, "Burger, fries and beer." He loosens his tie and shrugs off his jacket.
"Shocker," Erika mutters as she scribbles the order down. Ryo laughs again and starts to unbutton the ends of his sleeves, pushing them up to his elbows for easier access. And even though Erika has seen him do the same thing night after night, her cheeks start to flush. "Right," she says, hoping she doesn't sound as breathless as she feels, "I'll put this in now." He smiles at her, that same crooked smile and Erika has to practically dash into the kitchen to stop herself from turning any redder.
"I see your regular's in tonight," Satomi greets. She's sitting in the kitchen alongside their manager, Shibasaki Kou, and some new girl who seems to be shifting from side to side. Erika rolls her eyes as she gives in her order.
"Not exactly something to talk about," Erika retorts.
"It is when you blush around him," Kou says with a smirk. Erika glares at her which only makes Kou laugh a little.
"You don't see me picking on your regulars," Erika says, crossing her arms.
Satomi sighs. "Sadly none of ours are as dedicated as your Nishikido. I mean, he only comes in on your days." Erika refuses to believe this--her heart on the other hand seems to not listen to her brain.
Erika scoffs. "I would say Sakurai-kun begs to differ." Satomi only beams brightly at this which causes Erika to roll her eyes. "Ugh, this is why it is not as fun. You have such weird reactions." Satomi laughs, then stands when she hears the chime of a bell. Erika watches her go with pursed lips before turning back to Kou.
"Anyway," Kou says, "this is Naka Riisa-chan. She'll be shadowing you tonight so please teach her the ropes." Erika nods towards Riisa before narrowing her eyes.
"Wait, no fake boobs?" Erika asks, frowning.
Kou shrugs lightly. "She opted out."
Erika angles her glare at Kou. "That was an option?! I don't seem to remember being able to pick and choose."
"Oh, I didn't give an option," Kou corrects. "She just said no when I gave her the boobs."
Erika pauses; she half-contemplates taking one of her said fake-boobs and chucking it at Kou's head. The silence breaks with a chime of a bell. "This will be a conversation for next time," she snaps before moving to grab her tray.
Kou pleasantly says, "I'm looking forward to it."
Erika rolls her eyes as she heads out the kitchen onto the floor. Ryo is on his phone when she steps out, but he promptly puts it away as soon as he sees her, greeting her with a smile.
"That excited to see the burger?"
"How do you know it's not you, Erika-chan?" Ryo says with an easy smile. Erika resists from showing how pleased she is--so she just places his order in front of him and walks away.
"He's cute," Riisa says suddenly when they're on the other side of the counter. Erika quickly rears her head and Riisa blinks in surprise.
"That's Erika-chan's protective side," Satomi chimes out of nowhere. "In other words, he's hers."
Erika glares, but the door chimes distract her--which is good because Sakurai Sho walks in that very second. She laughs instead. "And this one is Satomi-chan's."
"So don't touch," Satomi sing-songs as she skates away.
Riisa blinks at them. "Is it usually this--" she looks flustered as she seemingly tries to figure out the words.
"Romantically friendly?" Erika continues. Riisa only shrugs. "Not really. Actually not at all. Mostly of the people are perverts. We just focus on the nice regulars." Riisa nods. "Well, since it's your first night--let's do something that's more involved that you can actually shadow." Riisa laughs at this with a shake of her head.