#drabble anthology

[gleefulpoppet]

Drabble Anthology Part Two (Chapters 24-36) by Gleefulpoppet • 1300 Words •Released 09/29/2024

A collection of drabbles (many never published on Tumblr) that I wrote for the now-defunct @gleedrabbleblog challenge. They're finally together all in one place on AO3, and I'm filling in the words I skipped the first time. Each drabble is exactly 100 words and can stand on its own.

You can read it on AO3 [here]. The new drabbles start with Chapter 24. You can always let me know if there's one you'd like as a longer one-shot or story.

[gojoest]

would you guys be interested in a cute papatoru series 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹

[imgondeletedis]

hey guys so

who would be interested if i wrote a mini-series Benedict bridgerton x reader, like a dark multi-shot, might or might not be inspired by fortnight by Taylor Swift because in my opinion one of the complex songs on this album, you've got to trust the process, I MIGHT GET A LOT OF BLACK LASH BUT ALRIGHT I am kinda proud of it, gonna include a slight cheating warning. So who wants to be on the taglist?

Gif not mine obviously.

Will also post on ao3 if someone's actually interested hehehe

[xiaosonlybeloved]

Book Request!

🪶 Wanderer

📝 5, 9

🪴 Fern Bookmark

🌸 Flowery Scent

Request sent anonymously.

Lonely Nights

Librarian's note:- I know I'm terribly late, but here you go...

Book info:- Books- ->5- Can you give me another chance? -> 9- Your love means so much more to me than you imagine.

Starring:-Scaramouche (Modern AU setting) Bookmark:- gn!reader, flowery scent:- hurt/comfort

Warning:- Scara ignoring you and treating you badly, kissing

event masterlist

 “And have you ever considered that I might not want to spend time with you? That I might want you out of my hair?”

~◊~

This night was the same as the last, and the one before, and more. Your boyfriend arrived silently in the dead of night, grabbing the cold meal you’d prepared for him hours ago and reheating it. He ignored the questions you sent his way, about how his day had been, where had he been, why was he so late, and the like. Naturally, this made you irritated. Scaramouche had been coming home very late these past few months, you barely saw him throughout the day. And when you did see him, he either gave you the cold shoulder or responded with short, clipped sentences. At this point, you felt less like his girlfriend, and more like a stranger or a servant; he only ever talked to you when he wanted something done. And this night, you’d finally had enough.

“Scaramouche.” He stopped whatever he was doing for a moment, then continued with it, looking at you over his shoulder with a raised eyebrow. This time, your tone was different- firm and assertive. ”What is it now?” He drawled out disinterestedly. “I’m tired of this.” You said bluntly, bitterly. “I’m tired of waiting for you to come back in the dead of night. I’m tired of seeing you once or twice in the entire day. I’m tired of you constantly ignoring me. I’m tired of this relationship. I’m tired of us, Scaramouche.”

The indigo haired male merely looked annoyed. “Ugh, what’s this all about, [Y/N]? Come on, I’m sleepy, I’ve been out the entire day. I have better things to do than this.” He said dismissively. “That’s exactly what I’m saying!” You snapped. “You said it yourself, you’ve been out the entire day. You barely spend any time with me. Do you even consider me as your girlfriend anymore? Hell, you spend more time with that traveller Lumine than you do with me!” Now you were angry, your voice raised even more.

“And have you ever considered that I might not want to spend time with you? That I might want you out of here? That I might enjoy Lumine’s company more than yours?” The words were out of Scaramouche’s mouth before he could think about it, his ice cold gaze turning to look at you.

And he knew he’d messed up real bad when he saw your face.

The angry expression dropped from your face, replaced by a look of utter shock and disbelief. You sucked in a shallow breath as you both stared at each other. There was an indefinable emotion in Scaramouche’s irises as he looked at you. He wanted to take back his words, but his pride prevented him from doing so.

A heartbeat passed. And then another. And another. You were the one who broke the staring contest, the surprise changing into an emotionless expression. “Alright. I can see where I’m not wanted.” You said in a freezing tone as he briskly walked past him into your once- shared bedroom. Not even five minutes later, you reappear with two duffel bags in your hands. You’d managed to haphazardly stuff most of your important belongings into them. You came out to find Scara sitting relaxedly on the couch, eating the meal. The one you’d prepared.

He sat up straight when he saw your luggage in tow. “What are you-” “We’re over, Scaramouche.” You said coldly and firmly. He stood up angrily. “You can’t just do-” “I can damn well do what I want. There’s no ‘us’ anymore. Goodbye.” You cut him again roughly, promptly walking out the door, shutting it behind you. Scaramouche made no effort to stop you, he just stared at you as if expecting you to say that it was a joke.

It wasn’t. The chilly night wind instantly hit you as you stepped outside. A tear ran down your cheek as you debated what to do next. You weren’t going back, that much was certain. There was still traffic on the road, despite the time. You walked some distance to a nearby park and sat down on the swing, pulling out your phone to message your friend group.

‘Lukewarm idiots’

Y/N_real ik its late but is anyone awake?

Haitham Go to sleep, Y/N.

Y/N_real look whos talking anyways thats exactly why im here need a place to crash tonight till i sort things out

Haitham I see. I’m not letting you anywhere near him from now on. Sorry, I’m not home tonight…

Y/N_real thats fine np

Nilou<3 why are yall awake? oh I agree with haitham

Jokemaster Send me your location. I’ll come pick you up You can stay with me tonight.

Y/N_real Omg TYSM CYNO

Jokemaster And tomorrow ill go murder sc*r*

~Kaveh~ HELP Same ngl

Haitham Count me in too, Ill be back tomorrow

Nilou Me too! How dare he do something like this to my precious N/N???

Y/N_real GUYS DONT I was the one who walked out on him T.T Anyways -insert location-

Jokemaster omw 

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You were grateful for your friends, you really were. God knows what you’d do without them. Within minutes, a sleek black car came speeding towards the park, and the white haired male that was Cyno stuck his head out the window, motioning you to get in, which you did without hesitation. The moment you closed the car door, Cyno immediately said, “I’ll freaking kill him, I swear.” “Cyno NO- actually you know what, I dont care anymore. Do what you want. I’ve had enough.” Cyno scowled. “Finally you broke up with that a**hole. It’s about time. He never deserved you anyways.” There was silence for a bit, which you broke with, “Cyno, thank you so much. I really owe you one.” “No, you dont. Not at all. If you want, consider this as compensation for giving me that limited time, exclusive TCG cardback.”

The moment Cyno opened the door to his spacious apartment flat, you instantly get tackled. “Hey-ow-HEY!” You exclaimed, making out the faces of Nilou and Kaveh, hugging the life out of you. “Welcome back, N/N.”

In their endeavours to cheer you up, you all binge-watched a bunch of Netflix series the entire night with a gigantic stock of snacks. (It worked.)

***********

Meanwhile Scaramouche was just sitting quietly, staring at the door. The fact that you’d actually left hadn’t sunk in yet. He kept expecting you to open the door, apologising for having walked out on him. How hypocritical. He should be the one apologising.

He was awake that entire night. Only when the first rays of dawn filtered through the curtains did he realize that you weren’t coming back.

His mind was blank the entire day, as he gently shut the door behind him. Even his ‘acquaintances’ seemed to notice that he was out of it that day. Heck, he didn’t even pay as much attention to Lumine as he usually did. He came home early that night.

When he opened the door, he just stood there for a good minute, as if expecting something. He slowly realized that it was Y/N he was waiting for. He had grown too accustomed to Y/N badgering him with annoying questions about his day, then smile and say that dinner was ready. He worked on autopilot as he headed towards the kitchen, just to find that there was no plate of delicious homemade food waiting for him.

You wouldn’t ever be waiting for him at home with your boundless love ever again.

********

Over the next few days, your absence made itself blaringly known to Scaramouche. Takeout boxes littered the floor. He stopped going out as much. Everything reminded him of you. How the shade of that tree used to be your favourite hangout spot. How you loved those stray kittens. How that restaurant was your favourite. How that couple blissfully sitting in candlelight was once you and him.

When did things start to go wrong, he wondered. When did he start leaving you on read, not show up to dates, and ignore you. When and why did he start growing distant? Why on earth did he push away the only one who’d loved and understood him like no other? Now he was left all alone, longing desperately for a single glimpse of you.

He opened the last chat thread between you and him, bitter memories resurfacing. It read:-

‘Y/N <33’

Scara: Y/N Scara: I’m so sorry Scara: I really didn’t mean that, I swear. It just slipped out in the heat of the moment.  Scara: Shit, I know you’re really mad at me, but goddamn I swear I didn’t ever mean to say that. I know I haven’t been treating you well recently.  Scara: But please, can you give me another chance? Scara: Your love means so much more to me than you can imagine.

{read}

Y/N <33 : No. Y/N <33 : You really hurt me, Scara…

 {Y/N <33 has blocked you.}

**********

Months had passed after the breakup and Scaramouche couldn’t bear it. Regret and guilt drowned him every day; not a moment went by without him cursing himself out for having said those two damned sentences that made you snap. You too had left him like everyone else, but this time, it was completely his own fault

He missed you. He missed you so much that he wanted to go to your doorstep and beg for you to return, if only he could find you. But the stars weren’t aligned in his favour. They never were.

You didn’t miss him. You got over him. Your beautiful shared memories were something that only brought you sadness now, at what couldve been. But you knew that something like this was inevitable to happen. After all, this is Scaramouche we’re talking about.

You’d been rooming with Kaveh and Alhaitham these past few months. And you were happy with it. I mean, the liveliness (of Kaveh and Alhaitham screaming at each other at the top of their lungs) was quite a welcome change.

*********

4 years had passed since, and Scaramouche still hadn’t seen you. He was barely holding on. For the sake of his sanity, he tried going out with others. To try to forget you. But it never worked. Because Scara knew that you were the one for him.

It was a starry night. Scaramouche idly walked past a restaurant to clear out his thoughts. It used to be your favourite restaurant, he thought wistfully.

And then he froze.

4 years. It had been four years since he’d last seen you. Evidently it wasn’t long enough for him to forget you. Because you were standing right there.

He couldn’t move; he couldn’t breathe.

He thought he’d be ecstatic when he saw you. Then why did he feel like he wanted to fall on his knees and scream his lungs out?

Because an unfamiliar man was one one knee before you, holding your hand delicately, gently slipping a ring onto your finger. 

You were happy, content. He could clearly see your joy on your face. And it stung, because you’d never worn such a beautiful expression on your face when you’d been with him. Not even once.

He saw the two of you embrace tightly, before kissing each other deeply. He turned away; this scene was too painful to watch.

He was too late. He wasn’t enough anymore. Actually, he’d never been enough. You were always the one for him, yet he wasn’t ever the one for you.

Hope you liked it! Requests are still open till 30th july :)

[raccoonfallsharder]

‧₊˚ ⋅♡ ࣪ ִֶָ☾. Autopilot Systems Check ‧₊˚ ⋅☽ ࣪ ִֶָ♡.

fluff | no use of y/n | gn reader | oneshot | word count: 1,406.

reader wakes up in the middle of the night and rocket is nowhere to be found. drabbly.

reader x rocket soft fluff & domestica. MCU-based, post-Endgame i guess. @rebel-21 said a thing and i thought about it all morning so now it is a little <1500 word ficlet (unbetaed & unbothered - be prepared for typos & messiness). it is pure soft fluff for your sunday afternoon. some romantic undertones.

When you wake in the middle of the sleep rotation, the Bowie is quiet. The flight engines murmur their little lullabies, and everything in your bunk is layered with soft ink-purple shadows, pinned at the floorboards by tiny gold security lights shivering like fireflies. The engines are purring, but there are no accompanying purrs from Rocket. You wait in the stillness, listening. You would know if he was here, even if - unlikely though it might be - he wasn’t pressed against you in some way. After all, you can pick him out of a crowd by the thrum of his heartbeat alone. Blindfolded, you think you can find him in a Praxius IX windstorm, just by the sound of his breathing. He had been working on something with the fuel injectors earlier. And a shifting mechanism for the shields. Dreaming up a more intuitive thruster steering system. Something with the atmospheric barrier, too, and the air re-filtration chambers. He’d been making repairs, all day, and you’ve missed him. The sarcastic cracks and slanted glances. The smirks and snickers. The lingering touches: sometimes when no-one is looking, and other times almost defiantly, as if to say to anyone in the room: yeah, I belong to ‘em. And they belong to me. And we touch each other all the time and we’re very frickin’ intimate an’ affectionate. You gotta problem with that?

read more on ao3. anthology masterlist | main masterlist

[wooedbywonu]

Que Será, Será : A Seventeen Anthology [Masterlist]

Welcome to Que será, será! This anthology attempts to let you foresee how life unfolded for the school boys, teenage dirtbags, and working stiffs. Take the stage and enjoy how fate orchestrated the future for thirteen men.

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Seungcheol

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Jeonghan

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Joshua

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Jun

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Soonyoung

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Wonwoo

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Woozi

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Minghao

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Mingyu

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Seokmin

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Seungkwan

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Vernon

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Dino

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Hi! So first of all, I've been planning to post this since last year. Originally, I was about to write something for/about Joshua BUT this anthology popped on my mind after posting one of my works.

Secondly, I wasn't really confident about my works, my writing style and especially how the anthology would go. I felt like everything I do is mediocre and would never satisfy anyone who would see it. However, after giving it much thought, I remembered the reason why I was writing. I began to post my works not for the possibilty of gaining numbers of readers but for myself. I wanted to express every thought and emotions I pu into my works. So if ever you're seeing this, that only means I had the courage to share it with you guys (aka. I gave myself some love haha)

Thirdly, I get busy a lot during school days. I'm afraid I won't be able to update as much as I want to and for that cause, I might also lose momentum and comepletely forget abouut the story line.

Lastly, i still don't know how to use this site well. I'm still learning about writing and posting in this platform and I've been reading a lot of literary pieces in hopes of improving so that I can tell stories without seeming like I'm trying hard to narrate or tell something.

If you've come this far, thank you so much! I really appreciate it. Even though I wrote earlier that the main reason i'm writing is for myself, I still hope you'll look forward to this as much as I am. :)

All the love, L <3

[hauntedcheesecakewizard]

Zain Othman House of Ashes AU

I got inspired to write this short drabble by @ywix and their Zain AU.

The five were running from a hoard of vampires that were screeching and screaming as they closed in.

Zain was panting heavily as he dashed close behind, but a vampire cut him off.

"[Nononono!]" Zain yells in his native tongue as he dashes the other way, trying to avoid the alien creatures.

The other four finally make it to safety, but Jason scans for the young boy. His heart drops as he relizes that Zain is gone.

"Where the fuck is Zain?" Jason whispers to himself, looking out to the rubble and caves for any sign of the young soldier.

"Zain! Come in, buddy. Can you hear me?" Jason asks into his mic.

"Jason... they're everywhere... I can't get out..." Zain whispers, looking around from his cover. Zain can feel his blood pumping and sweat dripping from his entire body.

Silence falls over the mic, causing Zain to tear up. "Jason... fuck, I'm scared... I don't want to die..." he says quietly, his voice wavering as tears fall onto the ground he's laying on.

"And you won't. You're one of us now, and marines don't leave their own behind."

"Jason... if I don't make it out... tell my dad, I'm so sorry..." Zain says with a broken voice. "I'm sorry for fighting with him. For not getting into university. I'm sorry for stealing... I'm sorry for being such an awful son!" Zain sobs, his face now soaked in tears.

"Zain. Listen to me. You are not dying here, you hear me?" Jason says sternly. "When we get outta here, we'll buy you a big ass birthday cake, okay?"

Zain nods and sniffles. "Yeah... yeah, okay."

"I'm coming, kid. We're getting you home."

[kotaromita]

↕ ✓ ? bisexual memory that may or may nto have ahppened?

Toya and Kohane both looked serious (in their own meek way) as Kotaro entered WEEKEND GARAGE. "W-Welcome," Kohane said, looking at him expectantly.

"Hi," Kotaro replied tentatively. It was rather obvious something out of the ordinary was going on, but, well, when wasn't Vivid BAD SQUAD doing something like that? Seeing the same expectant expressions on Akito and An's faces, Kotaro sighs and slouches. "Why is this happening to me when I just happened to pass by?" he grumbles.

Beaming with positivity, An says, "Well, you're free, aren't you?" He can't exactly argue against that.

Knowing exactly how to get his way with Kotaro, Akito adds, "You're the only person we can ask. Please play the customer role, just for a while."

'You're the only person we can ask.' Kotaro's pride swells and he can't help but blush. "If...If you say so, then it can't be helped."

"Thank you! Um..." An says, blanking on his name. Akito just smiles at him blankly, watching his frustration flare.

"It's Kotaro Mita!" So, despite their manipulation tactics followed by treating him like a nobody, Kotaro sits down and plays customer for Kohane and Toya.

"Um...here's the water you ordered...!" Kohane says, bringing a glass of icy water to the table Kotaro is seated at. Her hands are trembling, making the ice clink against the glass.

Kotaro smiles at her reassuringly. "Thanks."

As she goes to place the water on the table, the shaking of her hands causes her to tip the glass over, spilling it. She flails around like a fish out of water. "Ah! S-Sorry, Oh no! My apologies..." She's so adorable it makes up for her partner having forgotten Kotaro's name. "Oh, uh...uh...I should wipe it off first um...um..." Kohane stammers, eyes sweeping the room for napkins.

"Kohane, calm down!" An shouts, even a little surprised at just how nervous Kohane is managing to get over this. They only had an audience of one, right now, after all.

Toya swoops in to give Kohane a chance to calm her nerves, wiping away the spill. He exudes class and poise despite the fact they're just in WEEKEND GARAGE. "My apologies. Did the water get on you, dear customer? I'll bring a new water for you immediately," Toya says. Kotaro feels a bit flustered himself at that. He knows he's just playing a role, but being treated with such regard makes him feel more like he's at a host club than a cafe.

"Y...Yes..." he stutters, caught up in the way Toya seems to sparkle this close.

"May I take your orders?" he says seriously. His face is as neutral as ever.

"I see..." Kotaro murmurs to himself. 'Let's do this one...given how his face is so stiff.' With a big grin of his own, Kotaro orders, "One smile!" 'Nice one, me!' he praises himself in his head. Toya would probably look even cuter if he was smiling.

"We don't sell such things," Toya corrects sternly. 'So serious!'

"No, no, I said that on purpose to make your expression more loose!" Kotaro explains, disappointed. He shouldn't have expected much differently, though. Maybe it'd work on Kohane?

"Is that so? It's not on the menu, so..." Toya says, perturbed. For a moment he discusses with Akito on how to improve his waiting service. When they stop, Toya seems incredibly focused, almost menacingly so. 'Huh? The atmosphere changed?'

Abruptly, Toya performs what can only be described as free-style acrobatics over to Kotaro before once again asking with a flashy grin, "Your order?" 'Eh...?' Kotaro can't even appreciate the nice, albeit forced, expression on Toya's face, too flabbergasted by the fact Toya just did a fucking flip in front of him while indoors. It was kind of awesome? But also, wasn't Toya unathletic? Did gymnastics not count?

Vivid BAD SQUAD continue to discuss methods of improving their customer service. Toya smiles, not forced, and Kotaro can't help but passively think 'Sheesh, it's pretty unfair that he's got talent and a pretty face.'

At An's advice of "Just see the customers as snakes!" Kohane approaches Kotaro again. Kohane smiles at him sweetly and it makes his heart skip a beat. It feels like the tension she felt the first time went away. Good. "Um..."

"Ah...yes?" Kotaro says, acknowledging her. Now he's the one who's stiff.

Suddenly, Kohane leans closer, expression fond. "Would you like to order the usual mouse? Or maybe you'd like two, given how you're such a glutton?" Everyone reacts with the appropriate level of shock both at Kohane's tone and the fact she just asked if he wanted to order mice to eat. If it weren't for that, Kotaro would surely be caught up in the way Kohane looked at him with such a handsome expression and said he was a glutton, affectionately teasing, if not for the...the mice thing.

Kotaro ends up leaving not soon after, bidding then farewell with a "see you later" before walking outside and away. He can hear the four cheerfully agree upon returning to practice. 'Do your best, everyone,' Kotaro silently wishes for them. Clearly Toya and Kohane weren't yet ready for that sort of work.

It was nice, though. Now he had yet another memory with Vivid BAD SQUAD, and finally one that wasn't about music. He admired and revered each and every one of them. It would be nice if eventually they could see him as a friend, more than just an acquaintance or ally. At the very least he got to see some interesting new sides to Kohane and Toya.

[chenfordswopez]

30 Zenmasters

August 1, 2023; 5:30 PM

Jackie was sitting near the window sill with her hot cocoa. For these past few days, she had been wondering if she had gotten too old to work. She’d been having back aches, her hairs were turning grey, and now she was going to be a soon to be grandmother.

She snapped out of it when she saw her husband walking in on the phone. “Alright man. Let’s burn it down.” Hyde hung up, shaking his head. “Man, it’s like the government is trying to fuck with us. First, an iPhone X and now an iPhone 35.” He stopped when seeing Jackie looking out the window.

“Doll?” Hyde called in concern. Jackie didn’t answer and continued to look out the window. Hyde shook his head, “Beulah?” Jackie still didn’t answer, making Hyde even more concerned. He sat next to Jackie, patting her on the shoulder. “What’s going on?” Jackie turned to Hyde, completely tear stricken. She leapt into his arms, letting out her tears. Hyde stroked her hair, burying his face in her neck. “My hair is gross and grey and I have dirty wrinkles all over me. Why is this happening?”

“That is what happens when you’re in your sixties Jackie.” Hyde teased. Jackie looked up, not amused in the slightest. “I’m serious Steven. I can’t do anything anymore. My back’s been feeling like shit, I couldn’t ever remember what I was doing at the salon and ended up cutting part of a client’s head. And now our baby is going to have a baby and I’m going to be a fucking grandma. What next? Am I going to find out that I’ve been having a secret grandchild all this time and that she’s having a baby?”

Hyde shook his head, “Jackie, how…never mind.” He kissed her head, “Man, things are gonna be fine. You’re Jackie Burkhart-Hyde. Besides, you won’t be going through this alone. You’ve got me.” Jackie smiled and held on tighter. Maybe getting older wasn’t the worst. Because she had Steven. And that was enough.

Edit: now on AO3

[ironverseocs]

Kinsley Thawne -> a flash oc fanfiction

Kinsley remembers why she likes Saturn so much. [#Father-Daughter Relationship, Comfort, Drabble]

Read on AO3.

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[gleefulpoppet]

Drabble Anthology by Gleefulpoppet 23 Chapters • 2300 Words A collection of drabbles (many never published on Tumblr) that I wrote for the now-defunct @gleedrabbleblog challenge. They're finally together all in one place on AO3, and I'm filling in the words I skipped the first time. Each drabble is exactly 100 words and can stand on its own. (Also, includes some artwork and one-shots for existing works.)

You can read it on AO3 [here].

[badwolf87sworld]

I have one entry in this. These are drabbles. Themed One hundred word short stories.

[peonyblossom]

For the prompt thing 12 for Harry x Noah

thank you nonny i loved this even tho it turned out really angsty

rooftop on a windy night

Book: It Lives In The Woods Pairing: Harry x Noah Word Count: 532

“How did you find this?” Harry asked as he followed Noah up the ladder in the back of the library. They had spent the whole afternoon in the library seeing if they could find any information on Redfield. All their other friends had other obligations or early curfews, so it had just been Harry and Noah. The library was going to close in an hour and their brains were fried, so Noah had suggested a small field trip. He’d led Harry to the back of the building, sneaking them into a room marked “employee only.” Not that it was difficult, the door wasn’t even locked.

As Harry emerged on the roof of the building, Noah held out his hand to help him up. Harry smiled as he took it.

“I worked here the last two summers,” Noah finally answered.

“Really?” Harry asked, feeling the cool autumn breeze blow through his hair, a few pieces sticking to his face. As he ran a hand through his hair, he continued, “I always got more of a diner-worker vibe from you than a librarian.”

“Yeah, well, I didn’t really care much what job I had as long as it got me out of the house.” Noah sat down on the roof, looking out into the woods behind the library. “And making money was nice.” 

Harry sat down next to him, the wind once again blowing his hair into his face. As soon as he managed to get it all out of his face, the wind just blew again.

“Turn around,” Noah said.

“What?”

“Just turn around.”

Harry turned until his back was facing Noah, when Noah put his hands on Harry’s shoulders to stop him. Noah gently combed one of his hands through Harry’s hair. “Is this okay?”

“Yeah. Um, what are you doing though?”

“I’m getting your hair out of your face.” Noah divided Harry’s hair into the sections he needed to make a french braid.

“Oh. You know how to braid hair?”

“I used to braid Jane’s hair when we were little. Dad didn’t know how, Mom wasn’t really around enough too, and Jane’s arms got tired when she did it herself.” 

“Are you doing a french braid?” Harry asked as he felt Noah’s hands dance through his hair. “Isn’t that kind of complicated?”

“A little, I guess. Not really once you get the hang of it though. Jane really liked french braids. But she always insisted on having a fishtail braid when we went swimming. Said it made her feel like a mermaid. I was getting really good at those when she…” Noah trailed off as he finished braiding Harry’s hair and tied it off with the ponytail he kept on his wrist. “Anyway, it’s not great ’cause I’m a little out of practice, but it should keep your hair out of your face.” Noah blushed as he looked away from Harry, who had turned back around to face him. 

“Thanks, Noah.” Harry looked down and saw Noah’s hand resting in between them on the roof. He slowly moved his own hand to cover Noah’s. But instead of acknowledging it, they both just looked out into the dark woods ahead of them.

[raccoonfallsharder]

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miscellaneous one-shots belonging (and collections of oneshots). does not contain Domestic Scenes, Window, or borealis oneshots. DOES contain:

adorations ❤︎‬❤︎‬

Autopilot Systems Check ✮

blue daisies (and other growing things) [for 🦉] ✮

fistful of sunlight [for @starriidreams] ✮✩

overheard on the bowie ❤︎‬❤︎‬

practice ✩

tomorrow ✩

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adorations 𖥔 ݁˖⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ 18+ only | no use of y/n | f!reader | oneshot | word count: 4,518. ❤︎❤︎ you have a habit of complimenting rocket. he decides to give you plenty of reasons to keep doing so. aka rocket has a praise kink and no-one can convince me otherwise. mcu-based smut with feeeeelings. set sometime shortly after volume two. dirty talk, (light) biting, (light) degradation, use of slut as a term of endearment. fast-burn enemies-to-lovers & angst with a happy/hopeful ending. praise kink, obviously.

‧₊˚ ⋅♡ ࣪ ִֶָ☾. Autopilot Systems Check‧₊˚ ⋅☽ ࣪ ִֶָ♡. smut-free | no use of y/n | gn reader | oneshot | word count: 1406. ✮ reader wakes up in the middle of the night and rocket is nowhere to be found. reader x rocket soft fluff & domestica. mcu-based, post-endgame i guess. drabble based on this post/inadvertent prompt.

blue daises (and other growing things) angst/comfort; fluff | gn!reader | no use of y/n | oneshot | 6,158 words. rocket notices things. specifically: opportunities to make money, opportunities to get hurt, how much ammo is left in any given firearm, and how lonesome you look. for 🦉, with love.

⋆⁺₊⋆ ☀︎ ⋆⁺₊⋆ fistful of sunlight ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☀︎ ⋆⁺₊⋆ domestic fluff | no use of y/n | oc!reader | oneshot | word count: 3,832. ✮✩ for @starriidreams, based on their original character, jazper. ♡ after a surprising day of work at the knowhere clinic, princess jazper returns to their home with rocket, only to find that the captain of knowhere has been working on a little surprise of his own.

WARNINGS: brief description of surgical procedure in sceond paragraph only. rocket says damn/dammit a lot; reader is referred to as princess 2x (because reader is literally a princess). some limited physical description of reader (most notably, having gold palms/fingerpads/facial markings and an adorable lil toothgap). i've never written for someone else's oc like this before so i hope i do them justice ๐·°(⋟﹏⋞)°·๐

･:*𑁍✧˚₊ overheard on the bowie 18+ only MDNI | no use of y/n | f!reader | oneshot | word count: 12,973. ❤︎❤︎ rocket laments building the bowie with such thin walls between bunks. ie, you haven’t been able to get off in a while, and your neighbor knows it. WARNING for absolutely plotless smut. pining, angst, far too much sexual frustration. fingering, spanking and pussy slapping, begging, cunnilingus, praise/degradation, crying, overstim. variations on "slut" and "brat" (affectionate), pet names like "sweetheart," "princess," etc. i scaled back the number of orgasms but it's still a pretty unlikely number for an average humie. i apologize for my sins

ᯓ⋆｡°✩ practice spice | no use of y/n | gn reader | oneshot | word count: 1,684. ✩ you're not quite as good as rocket when it comes to braiding. luckily, he's a kind and benevolent soul who just wants to give you the chance to improve. brave nonnie asked, do you have any headcanons for Eidos Rocket with an S/O? and the answer is too many and also why am i like this. WARNINGS for general suggestiveness, lil bit of pining. eidos-rocket is a bossy little shit and calls you buttercup x2.

tomorrow ⋆｡˚ ☁︎ ˚｡⋆ 18+ only | no use of y/n | f!reader | oneshot | word count: 2,441. ✩ you had a long day at work. rocket decides to comfort you.  no real smut (this was a failed kinktober 2023 fic) but some explicit references to sex acts. unhealthy coping mechanisms. WARNING for discussion of death & implications of completed suicide. no graphic descriptions, just a lot of… sad. if you are in pain, please know that there are people who want to support you. here is @trans-axolotl’s alternatives to harmful crisis lines for US support services that do not engage police, and/or which explicitly avoid engaging police whenever possible. 

warm compress ☾.༊·˚⋆⭒ fluff | no use of y/n | gn reader | oneshot | word count: 3,432. ✮ you've taken care of rocket when he's been hurt in the past. when he comes to visit you and finds you tired, in pain, and less-than-receptive to company, he decides to return the favor. can be read platonically or romantically. WARNING: reader is experiencing abdominal pain attributed to hormonal/ovulation cycle. reader cries at one point.

[warrenbenedetto]

"As an A.I. Language Model" published in Programmed Hearts

My dark sci-fi drabble As an A.I. Language Model has been published in the Programmed Hearts anthology by Shacklebound Books. As an A.I. language model, I am unable to easily summarize this story without spoiling it.

[hauntedcheesecakewizard]

What if Salim has abandonment issues since his wife left?

I imagine him being really clingy with any romantic partners, doing anything he can to keep them happy so they don't leave him.

He constantly wants to ask if there going to stay, but he doesn't want to be to pushy.

He always has his hand on the people he cares about, even platoniclly. He just wants them to stay with him.

Zain leaving made Salim so scared, but he kept it to himself so Zain could be independent. Didn't stop the panic attacks, though.

Salim eventually learns to let go of what happened, but that doesn't mean there aren't any claw marks left behind.