write a drabble about our characters under the subject of wedlock
It was what was always meant to happen. He was meant to be standing there in his black tux, more anxious than he ever thought possible, waiting for his bride to walk down the isle. When the music started and everyone rose, he thought he was going to hurl from the excitement.
After what felt like forever, he could finally see her - and there she was, Angus Broadmoor, walking towards him in a wedding dress. This is actually happening. He didn’t know what he expected from himself, but as soon as he saw her, he couldn’t hold it together. She was just so beautiful, and he was moments away from becoming her husband. Everything was finally so real.
"Stop you’re gonna make me cry,” she said, when she finally made it to him, her voice cracking in the process. “Let’s do this thing.”
Hours later, the now married couple were high from the excitement of it all. “I’m just glad we got through it all, without you killing Nathan.”
She shot Blaze a look for the comment, both knowing what for. After a minute, she started randomly grinning like an idiot, thinking about the day they had. “I love you, Blaze.”
"I love you too, Mrs. Cadwell.”
My character getting their feelings about yours in the open
The boisterous voices filling the Great Hall were barely noticable as Courtney found herself staring at him again. When she caught herself she quickly shook her head and looked away. The looks she was getting from the girls she was sitting with was enough of a push for her. “This is ridiculous.” She started to rise from her table, but made sure to shoot the nosy bitches at the table a look. “If you’ll excuse me.” And with that, she started struting over to the Ravenclaw table with one thing on her mind. Coulson.
He was busy enjoying the food in front of him, having not eaten all day, when he noticed Courtney rising from her table. There was a part of him that hoped she would come over to him but he decided she was probably just heading back to her room. Or not. He noticed her looking at him and walking towards the table, reacting by rising from where he was sitting.
When he acknowledged her, Courtney motioned for him to meet her outside the Great Hall. He didn’t bother finishing the rest of his food and followed her out the doors. She was facing the opposite way for a while, with her arms crossed and her back towards him, before she turned around quickly and kissed him.
"No, wait. It’s my turn." With a sigh and a pause, she continued." I can’t stop thinking about you. It’s like, even with all the shit I’ve been through, nothing drives me more insane than this. Than you. And I’m okay with that now.”
Standing there dumbfounded, for a moment, Coulson just leaned forward and closed the space between their lips.
my character gets drunk with yours
The two Broadmoors had retreated back to Colton’s room while the rest of the family was hooting and hollering about some damned Quidditch game.
A certain distaste hung in the air as they drank from their bottles, sitting in an uninterrupted silence until Dorian spoke up. “They sound ridiculous.”
"I’ll drink to that,” Colton responded back immediately with a grin. After another moment of sitting there listening to the fools downstairs, he piped up again - only this time, his cousin did as well. As if planned, the two both spoke in unison. “Fuck Quidditch.”
With one look at each other the two bursted into a laughing fit, the promise of bearable future Broadmoor gatherings hanging in the air.
At the end of the night, when everyone had just about everyone had drank themselves silly and were feeling the toll of the night, Dorian turned to the tall and scruffy guy. “Hey Colt, let’s make this a thing from now on, yeah?”
"You’ve got it, man."
i randomly got inspiration for drabbles so i’m trying to knock some of those out and slowly realizing that i cannot write anything without being wordy as fuck and aren’t drabbles supposed to be like 100 words or s/t because this is like 300 i cant win
Haha, well I would I could drink to the same but alas my fair maiden has vanished behind the walls, nowhere to be found, [he glances around eerily.] Naw, but really that Ancient Runes professor of yours is really something, damn.
You sure? She’s probably just busy with work for her classes for the week. Huh, well, if we’re being honest, that cousin of yours is quite the piece of work herself.
im gonna do the thing too so send me shit while i go get something from le kitchen
Good, glad to hear. So Angus isn’t poking you with twenty foot poles anymore? Eh, I’ve seen better days, but nothing a cold glass of something spiked can’t fix.
Not anymore, no - she’s actually willing to be in the same room as me and everything. Now that’s something that I could definitely drink to.
I literally bathe myself in lotion everyday; so how the ACTUAL FUCK is my skin still this dry? Damn you, Scotland.
Hang in there, November. I’m sure you’ll make it through this somehow.
Hey, speak of the devil. How’s it going, champion?
Eh. It’s going alright, I guess. At least I’m not walking around with a runny nose and a splitting headache anymore. That was just rough, I don’t care what anyone says. How about you, big guy?