#okay technically it's a drabble-and-a-half...

[oacest]

body swap drabble? body swap drabble?

[jakesimfromstatefarm]

──── TELL ME WHAT YOU WANT . ↳ one shot // also part of the no doubt series !

✎ᝰ .ᐟ aka jake has been your boyfriend in his heart for months—he just needs to hear you say it.

── sim jaeyun x f!reader ౨ৎ 1.4k ⌗ fluff, jake is vulnerable, this one is longer than the other parts but it's a MONUMENTAL STEP in their relationship :')

↳ IMPORTANT NOTE .ᐟ ── this is part of my no doubt series ─ a sequel series of short drabbles that take place after the events of my fic no doubt, and show jake & reader's relationship throughout their first year together (& how jake wins her trust & love back hehe) ── THIS CAN BE READ AS A ONE-SHOT, however, there will be some easter eggs if you've read no doubt before!

↳ addie's ✉ .ᐟ ── everyone's favorite couple is OFFICIALLY a couple now,,,bc in case anyone didn’t noticed, i never actually established if they were officially official or not..whoops. but i think that's also kinda the entire premise of their relationship as of now─jake wanting to give y/n as much time as she needs to be ready and him proving that he's willing to wait however long it takes for her :')

“But…this doesn’t mean everything’s fine. We need to talk. We need to figure out where we stand, and where we go from there.”

Jake remembers your words.

Clear as day. Burned into his memory. His life mantra.

And since then, he’s had one and only one promise on repeat inside his head:

That he’ll do whatever it takes.

Whatever it takes to deserve you again.

To deserve being with you.

To deserve loving you, out loud—without holding back this time.

And if that meant patience—if that meant doing it all on your terms—then okay.

He’ll wait.

For you?

Yeah. He’ll wait forever if he has to.

Because it’s not up to him. It can’t be.

Everything’s in your hands now.

He’s in your hands.

So Jake follows your lead.

And at first, it was easy. To just…let things be.

To just keep this—whatever this is.

To keep staying by your side, unwavering, like some stupidly devoted golden retriever boyfriend who’s, technically, not a boyfriend but definitely does your dishes and rubs your back and makes out with you on the couch like he does.

To keep letting you steal his hoodies and never ask for them back. To keep ordering drinks for you at cafes because he knows you hate talking to cashiers.

To keep coming home to you, as if your place was his own.

To keep kissing you goodnight and good morning like you belong to him, even though he’s never actually asked.

To keep pretending he’s fine.

Completely. Totally. Definitely fine.

Fine with being in this maybe-kinda-sorta relationship.

Fine with never keeping any of his hoodies if it means he gets to keep you.

Fine with giving you his whole heart without knowing if he’ll ever get yours back.

Because he gets it. He really does.

You need time. You need space. You need to heal.

Because of him. 

So Jake—Jake doesn’t push.

Because if there’s one thing he has never doubted—

It’s that he wants you.

So he waits.

And waits.

Until—

“…You’re thinking out loud again,” you say suddenly, snapping him out of his spiraling thoughts.

Jake blinks, caught red-handed.

He turns to look at you, and for half a second—he forgets what he was stressing about.

Because you’re sitting on the hood of his car, legs dangling, your knees brushing his, swallowed up in one of his old hoodies. Your skin glows warm under the melting summer sky, orange and gold pouring all across you, highlighting the slope of your nose, your cheekbones, the way you tilt your head back and let the light hit you.

And you’re just. So. You.

Soft and comfortable and beautiful and his.

Jake clears this throat, rubbing the back of his neck, “Yeah?”

You hum, leaning back on your hands, your gaze going back toward the sunset, "Yeah.”

A beat of silence.

Then—

Jake inhales sharply, “Y/N.”

You turn to him, curious. “Jake.”

And god, he almost chickens out right then and there.

Because you’re so close, and all you did was simply say his name and he wants to crumble.

He’s in so, so deep.

And that’s how he knows he needs to do this.

“What…exactly are we?”

Jake’s voice comes out small—more so than he intended, as if afraid for the answer.

You blink, caught off guard.

Your expression shifts just slightly.

And Jake sees it—the tiny hitch in your breath, the way you blink one, two, three times.

And then panic floods his chest, because—

Oh god, he just ruined everything.

He shouldn’t have said anything.

He told himself he’d wait. That he wouldn’t push. That this—whatever this is—would unfold whenever you were ready.

But you?

You’re not surprised, per say.

You weren’t not expecting this conversation.

It’s been lingering in the air between you and Jake for a while now—soft and subtle.

Lingering in the way he holds you during movie nights, in the way he always brings you ‘and yet’ flowers (an inside joke you both refuse to explain to anyone else). In the way he stays over every night just a little longer than the last, in the way one of your drawers turned into a Jake drawer.

In the way he looks at you like he’s already in love.

And you noticed it.

You’ve known.

You’ve felt it, too.

But still.

Your heart tightens at his words.

Finally, you open your mouth, but before anything can come out—

“I mean, I—I don’t know, I was just thinking, you know, and I just..,” Jake rambles, brows furrowing, lips forming a worried, endearing, pout. “I know we act like—like this, and I really, really like where we are right now. But I—”

He exhales sharply. Runs a hand through his hair.

“I don’t want to assume anything without asking. Like, ever. And there’s no pressure, seriously. If you still want to take things slow, or just—keep doing what we’re doing, I’m fine with that. More than fine. It’s just—”

Your chest tightens.

Jake’s fully facing you now, eyes searching, voice lower—softer, vulnerable, “I just don’t know where we stand, I guess.”

He swallows hard. His entire body feels like it’s on fire, every nerve going haywire.

You glance away, your hands curling into your sleeves as if trying to ground yourself.

And then—you finally look back at him.

“…Do you?” You murmur. One of your hands reaches for his, thumb brushing over his knuckles. “Do you want to know?”

Jake’s breath catches.

Because you’re looking at him now, all hesitant and soft and wide-eyed, and maybe just a little hopeful.

And nervous—in the same way he is.

Like you’re waiting for him to say the thing you’ve both been dancing around for months.

And he doesn’t even hesitate. Doesn’t even doubt it.

“Of course I do,” Jake says, voice low and certain. The words spill out like truth. Like instinct.

“I want to be with you,” he continues, voice unwavering, leaning in slightly. “I want to call you my girlfriend. I want to show up to dumb parties with you and watch everyone realize I’m the luckiest guy there. I want to buy you snacks you’ll forget to eat and make reservations at fancy restaurants we’re going to be late to.”

You blink, lip parting slightly at his words. Your brain is short-circuiting—you don’t even think you’re breathing anymore.

And Jake must’ve noticed your reaction, because the corner of his mouth twitches, like he’s trying not to smile. But his voice remains steady, “But most importantly, I just want you to be happy with whatever we decide. So if you need time, or if you don’t—”

“Yes.”

Jake freezes.

A blink.

“What?”

You swallow, ignoring the way your face is burning, “I mean—yes. I want that too. The parties and snacks and reservations. All of it.”

For a solid business second, Jake just stares at you. Like he almost doesn’t believe you. Like his brain is making this up out of sheer desperation.

But he takes one look at you—the way you’re looking at him all soft and sure—and he breaks.

Into the biggest grin of all time.

He grabs both your hands, clutching them close to him, looking at you like you just handed him the universe, “You’re being serious? Like, for real, for real?”

You raise a brow. 

“You don’t believe me? I must be doing a terrible job if you really thought I didn’t like you this whole time,” you giggle, the air around you immediately shifting into something lighter, something that feels like forever. “Of course, I do, Jake.” 

Jake softens instantly. His smile turns a little crooked, a little shy, “Well, yeah, I knew that. I just…I don’t know, I just wanted to hear you say it, you know?”

“You’re ridiculous,” you roll your eyes, nudging his shoulder lightly—but he tugs you closer, one arm winding easily around your waist while the other links your fingers together, his thumb immediately stroking the back of your hand.

And it’s so easy. So natural. Like you’ve been his forever.

“And you’re my girlfriend now,” he says, absolutely wanting to tattoo it on his forehead for the world to see.

You giggle to yourself, a little breathless now as you rest your head against his chest, “Mmhm. I’m your girlfriend, Sim Jaeyun. Officially.”

“Holy shit,” he groans from above you. “You’re gonna have to say that, like, five more times.”

“Oh my god,” you mutter into his hoodie, but you’re smiling.

“You’re mine,” Jake places a soft kiss into your hair, his words muffled against you, “Mine, mine, mine.”

You’re beaming under his hold, your heart full.

You tilt your head up, catching his gaze again—eyes full of wonder, like he still can’t believe you’re real.

“I’m yours, Jake. Completely.”

But that’s just the thing.

You were always his.

He just needed to know that he was yours, too.

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[vylosinbound]

Hey again!! Hope you're having a great day/night<33

I got an idea that's been on my mind for a while :):)

(If that's okay with you, can you write it as a drabble? Or short fic?)

What about the demon brothers as well as the side characters if possible are invited to Female!MC's House in the human world to have a sleepover! and one of them found her baby pictures (most probably it's be mammon lol) + she got videos on her laptop or smth when she was also baby/toddler maybe one at the beach, one wearing an onesie, yk I think it'd be soo adorable ☺️☺️

Thank you sm in advance<3<3

Hey hey!

Thank you so much for dropping by again, I couldn’t stop smiling while writing it. Since it turned out way longer than expected, I’m starting with the brothers first!

But don’t worry, part two is absolutely on the way with the side characters. Hope you enjoy!

When demons meet baby photos:

The brothers' first time seeing baby MC

Part one

Characters: Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub and Belphegor.

Genre: Fluff / Humor / Slice of life / Female!MC

During a sleepover at MC’s childhood home in the human world, the demon brothers stumble upon a folder of baby pictures and home videos. Chaos, teasing, and unexpected softness ensue as each of them reacts differently to seeing MC in her tiniest, purest form.

LUCIFER

Lucifer was setting the kitchen table in MC's house when his D.D.D. pinged with an image from Mammon. At first, he ignored it, he had no time for his brothers' usual nonsense. But Mammon sent a second message.

“YO. This is gold. Click it, Lucifer. Trust me.”

He sighed, adjusting his gloves as he picked up the device. The screen lit up. A baby. No, MC. In an oversized red hoodie, crawling across a plush rug, eyes wide and focused, their tiny fists clutching a plastic toy phone. Their cheeks were flushed, and their expression? Pure determination, like they were on a mission only they understood.

Lucifer blinked. For a moment, silence. Then a quiet huff of amusement escaped him. “...Of course,” he murmured. “So even back then, you were stubborn.”

The next image loaded without prompt: MC sleeping in a sunbeam on a pillow that dwarfed them, hugging a small plush sheep. The peacefulness in their face, the innocence of it, it tugged at something buried deep in Lucifer’s chest.

He downloaded it. Quietly. Without comment.

Later that evening, as he sat on the living room couch, MC noticed that he himself was looking at his screen with a subtle smile, he didn’t flinch.

“Sentimental? Me?” He raised an eyebrow. “It’s only for leverage, obviously. You never know when you’ll need to win an argument.” But the next time you accidentally left your D.D.D. unattended, you noticed a new album.

“MC – Protected.”

Password locked.

MAMMON

Mammon had no business being in your room. Technically. But hey, it wasn’t snooping if he was just checking you hadn’t left your wallet around, right?

What he didn’t expect was the little flash drive sticking halfway out from under your pillow. Of course, he took it. Plugged it right into his own D.D.D. because privacy laws are a myth.

And then he screamed.

The video started with MC, tiny, maybe a year and a half, waddling through a garden in a dinosaur onesie. They tripped over a tulip. Fell flat. Then popped back up with a triumphant “RAWR!” that could barely be heard over their own giggles.

Mammon clutched his chest like he was dying.

“WHAT THE HELL?! WHY’RE YOU SO—SO—?!”

He didn’t finish the sentence. Just shoved open the common room door, D.D.D. held high. “EVERYONE SHUT UP AND LOOK AT THIS. THIS IS AN EMERGENCY.”

Mammon proceeded to show them every single file on the flash drive, laughing, crying, yelling about your “genius” choices in toddler hats. He watched the video where you tried to eat spaghetti with your hands twelve times.

When you caught him later, cheeks flushed, misty-eyed and muttering “Yer still my lil’ menace… can’t believe you were this smol,” you asked if he was okay. He made the video his lock screen. He denies it to this day.

LEVIATHAN

Levi was deep into a raid when the image flashed across his screen.

Mammon: “bet you’ve NEVER seen anything this cute”

He groaned. “I’m literally tanking, you normie!”

But he clicked it anyway.

What greeted him was a photo of MC, around three years old, standing in front of a kiddie pool. Their hair was soaked. Their tiny hand held a plastic sea serpent. Glitter clung to their cheeks. They were grinning, one front tooth missing.

Levi dropped his controller.

“WH—WHA—!!” he stuttered, practically falling out of his chair. He began pacing, flailing wildly. “How is this real?! Were you born to be anime?!”

An hour later, his room was covered in digital printouts of the photo, lovingly framed with titles like “MC-chan: Episode Zero” and “Glitter Level: MAX”. He made an entire moodboard. He created a digital shrine.

When you visited later and asked why his screen was cycling baby photos of you like a magical girl intro sequence, he looked away, cheeks red.

“I-It’s for inspiration. Yeah. Totally. Inspiration…” He never stopped using “Glitter Pool MC” as his loading screen background.

SATAN

Satan had always found human homes oddly comforting, cluttered, warm, full of little forgotten stories.

He wandered the hallway of MC’s childhood house with a quiet curiosity, fingertips brushing the spines of old storybooks stacked on shelves and photographs hung slightly askew. Then he found it: a small wicker box labeled “MC’s Early Years.”

He opened it.

Inside, nestled between soft baby booties and crayon drawings, was a faded photo. Baby MC, no older than two, sitting in a pile of open books, one upside-down in their lap, pointing at the pictures with furrowed brows as if trying to decode a great mystery.

He sat down, entranced. Another photo showed them with a paper crown, surrounded by stuffed animals, mid-speech, commanding an imaginary kingdom. Satan’s lips curled into a genuine smile. “You’ve always had a flair for drama, haven’t you?”

He spent the next hour quietly exploring the box like a sacred archive. One video, in particular, made him pause: toddler MC babbling animatedly to a cat while holding a board book, pretending to read aloud. "You were trying to teach it to read," he whispered.

Later that night, he returned to the box. Not for research. Just to sit beside it on the carpet and smile at the soft evidence that even then, you were chaotic, curious, and lovable.

When you found him there and asked what he was doing, he looked up, surprisingly honest. “You were... adorable. But more than that, you were you, even then.”

He didn’t need blackmail. He was just quietly enchanted.

ASMODEUS

Asmo’s shriek could’ve cracked glass.

“I CAN’T—I CAN’T—YOU WERE SO. TINY.”

He clutched the framed photo to his chest like it was holy. “Look at this baby! Look at that SKIN! That perfect plump cheek! The pose! The accessories!”

You winced. “Asmo, that was literally a Halloween costume. I was a turnip.”

“A STYLISH turnip, darling! You were ahead of your time!” Asmodeus dragged you to your childhood bedroom, dug through boxes, and uncovered a glittery plastic tiara and a rainbow feather boa. He gasped.

“You WORE this?! Oh we are recreating this. Right. Now.”

You spent the next hour wrapped in childhood clothes while Asmo snapped dozens of photos, cooing and giggling.

But then he found a video, baby MC dancing in front of a mirror, clapping and spinning, cheeks red, singing nonsense songs to themselves.

He fell silent. “…You were glowing.”

He didn't speak for a while after that. He just watched the video on repeat, hand over his heart, eyes misty. “Even then,” he murmured later, when you caught him in your room watching it again, “you knew how to make someone fall for you.”

He uploaded a filtered baby pic to Devilgram, just your hand clutching a tiny rattle, captioned: “Even before you knew what beauty was, you were it.” He added a heart emoji. Then made it his lock screen.

BEELZEBUB

Beel followed the scent of something sweet and comforting into the kitchen, only to find MC’s father offering him a slice of homemade banana bread and a seat at the table.

“MC used to love helping with this,” their dad said fondly. “Though... most of it ended up on the floor.”

Beel took a bite, and froze. Memory hit like a wave. The flavor was warm and familiar. He didn’t understand how, until the father chuckled and pulled out a photo album from the counter drawer.

He opened to a page: baby MC in a high chair, covered head to toe in banana batter, proudly holding a spoon like a trophy. Beel smiled. “You still make that face when you eat something you like,” he said quietly.

He looked through every page slowly, reverently. Photos of toddler MC chasing bubbles in the yard. Of them hugging their baby sibling. Of them asleep on the couch, surrounded by cookie crumbs.

When you came in and found him still at the table, he looked up with a half-eaten slice of bread in one hand and a photo in the other. “I think I want to learn to make this with you,” he said. “So we can bake... and make new memories.”

You gave him the photo of baby-you with the spoon. He keeps it tucked into the back of his protein bar drawer.

BELPHEGOR

Belphie hadn’t moved in half an hour. He was lying across your childhood bed, nose buried in one of your old plush blankets, a cow-patterned stuffed animal tucked under his chin. The room was dim and cozy, just the way he liked it.

But then he noticed something sticking out from under the pillow.

A polaroid.

You, barely more than a baby, sprawled in a crib with the same stuffed cow, mouth open, drooling on the pillow, one leg dangling dramatically over the edge. He snorted. “So dramatic even in your sleep, huh?”

He wandered out to the hallway where the others were watching videos. You were no older than three, curled up in a laundry basket full of towels, fast asleep, snoring softly. "That’s adorable,” he said. “...And accurate.” Later, you found him curled up under the same childhood blanket, watching a looped video of baby-you napping in increasingly weird places, inside a dog bed, halfway off a beanbag, under the kitchen table.

He pulled you down beside him, wrapped the blanket around you both. “You still do that,” he mumbled sleepily. “Fall asleep wherever I am.” His voice was barely audible as he closed his eyes.

“I think I liked you even back then... and I didn’t even know it.”

[wendichester]

⋆˚꩜｡ long legs,

summary. it could be just another regular day at the bunker--laundry, research. except you're surprised by something of true evil nature: not a demon, not a ghost; no, much worse--a spider.

pairing. sam winchester x reader genre. fluff

wordcount. 473

notes / warnings. spiders, reader has aranchnophobia, one spider was harmed in the making of this drable RIP also mild language because of course

You were just trying to do laundry.

Just one normal, human thing in a bunker full of cursed books, ancient weapons, and half-eaten takeout boxes with ominous stains. You even managed to fold half your shirts before the hellspawn revealed itself.

A spider.

No. Not just any spider.

A daddy long legs. Dangling from the goddamn ceiling vent like it owned the place.

You froze. Heart stopping. Blood pressure skyrocketing. A whole meltdown already queued up in your throat.

“Nope. Nope, nope, nope.”

You backed away like it had a knife and bad intentions, tripping over your own laundry basket and barely catching yourself on the washer.

And then—like some guardian angel summoned by sheer panic—Sam appeared in the doorway, eyebrows pinched, book still in hand.

“You okay?” he asked, scanning the room like he expected demons.

You pointed.

He followed your gaze upward. Saw the gangly little nightmare twitching above the dryer.

He blinked. “Seriously?”

“I swear to God, Sam,” you hissed, backing up another step, “if you say ‘it’s just a spider’, I will set your laptop on fire.”

His mouth twitched. “Okay. Not saying that.”

“Thank you.”

With a sigh that somehow managed to be 80% amusement and 20% ‘this again?’, he closed the book and stepped fully into the laundry room.

“Want me to just take it outside?”

“I want it launched into the sun.”

He chuckled under his breath, grabbed a tissue from the counter, and went for it like it was nothing. Meanwhile, you stood ten feet away, arms crossed, half hiding behind the dryer like a Victorian woman about to faint.

He reached up.

Snagged it in one smooth motion.

Didn’t even flinch.

You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding.

Sam tossed the tissue in the trash, then turned back to you like it was the most mundane task in the world.

“There. No interdimensional spider portals. You’re safe.”

You blinked at him. “I swear, you could kill a wendigo with your bare hands and I wouldn’t be as grateful as I am right now.”

He laughed. And it lit up his whole face—dimples, scrunched nose, the whole package.

“Good to know where I stand,” he teased, leaning against the doorframe now, casual and smug.

You scowled playfully. “Some of us weren’t built for giant-legged horror.”

“You know they’re not technically spiders, right?”

“Sam.”

“Right, sorry. Not helping.”

You picked up your laundry basket, sighing. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”

He raised a brow. “You think I’m cute?”

You walked past him, cheeks burning, and tossed over your shoulder, “I said lucky, Winchester. Don’t push it.”

But he was still smiling when you walked away.

And you were still smiling twenty minutes later, folding laundry with zero arachnid threats, safe in the knowledge that you had a 6'4 spider assassin on speed dial.

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congrats on 1.5k followers!!!! I looooveee your work!!!! Can I maybe request something:

Drabble, fem!reader, Seungmin, Felix and I.N, and first kiss!!

Pls don’t feel forced to do it, it’s up to you!!

congrats again, love

have a great day (or night)🫶🏾🫶🏾

-C💕

sorry, English is not my first language :)

1.5k Followers Event | like all at once?

pairing: Felix x Seungmin x Jeongin x fem!reader

genre: fluff

warnings: ambiguous relationship happenings, MxM

event masterlist: #1.5kStarsForYaya

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It starts because Felix says something dumb… Not unusual

“Do you think four people could kiss at the same time?” he muses, upside down on the couch with his legs dangling over the back and his freckles on full display. “Like… all at once?”

Seungmin, from the floor with his head in your lap, snorts. “That’s not how mouths work, Lix.”

Jeongin, sitting criss-cross on the rug while trying to braid your hair for the third time, pauses. “I mean. Technically…”

You tilt your head. “...Technically?”

Cue the dangerous glint in Felix’s eyes. “Let’s try it,” he grins, flipping over and nearly knocking a lamp over with his foot.

“I was joking-” Jeongin starts, but you’re already laughing and leaning forward, curiosity getting the better of you.

“You scared?” you tease.

Seungmin narrows his eyes. “You try to kiss three people at once without headbutting someone.”

“Fine,” you say, and somehow that’s how the four of you end up in a weird half-circle on the couch: knees knocking together, hearts racing, none of you really knowing where your lips are supposed to go.

“Okay,” Jeongin says, trying to sound casual. “So like… count of three?”

Felix wiggles closer, face flushed and giddy. “I’m aiming for your cheek, Minnie.”

“I swear if you get my nose-”

“One-” Jeongin says.

“Wait!”

“Two-”

“I forgot where I’m going-”

“THREE!”

You all lean in.

It’s chaos.

Someone’s forehead knocks into someone’s chin. A nose gets smushed. You think you kiss the corner of Jeongin’s mouth while Felix plants one square on Seungmin’s lips, who sounds outraged.

“Ow! Wait- was that your mouth?”

“Who just kissed my eyebrow?!”

“Sorry! I panicked!”

Felix is giggling so hard he nearly falls backwards off the couch. Seungmin’s covering his face, muttering about “never trusting any of you again,” but his ears are bright red. Jeongin looks dazed.

You blink. “Did we… did anyone actually kiss?”

Felix wipes a tear from his eye and grins. “I definitely kissed Seungmin.”

“You WHAT?”

Seungmin tries to tackle him, but it ends up in a tangle of limbs, and you collapse into Jeongin’s arms, both of you breathless with laughter.

After the chaos settles into soft giggles and flushed cheeks, you’re all still squished together, tangled in warmth and shy smiles.

“I think that counts,” Jeongin says eventually, voice soft now.

“Yeah?” you ask, watching how his fingers brush yours.

Felix grins. “I’m counting it.”

Seungmin huffs, but he’s not pulling away. “I hate all of you.”

“Liar,” you say, leaning your head on his shoulder.

He hums.It was weird and clumsy and all over the place. But it's very them in a way. It's kind of perfect anyway.

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✿ ꕀ hello!!! welcome to my 6k celly! first off, i just want to thank everyone who has ever interacted with me or my work, and and hit that follow button because something i made meant enough to you, it seriously means the world. i remember first starting off my blog with my nhl fics, where we would all just fangirl over adam fantilli and luke hughes. it was an unhinged time, and if you told me that i'd be reaching 6k ever, let alone almost two years out, i'd laugh in your face. seriously. 1k, let alone 6k, seemed so impossible and now that i'm here, it leaves a weird feeling between nostalgia and pure joy.

i don't wanna pull the random influencer "i wouldnt be here without yall" bs cause i'm not like that, but i have to cause thats the only other way i'd be able to convey my gratitude for every single one of you, whether you're here because of hockey, basketball, or joe burrow, i love you sooooo much!

and i'd also like to encourage anyone who's ever thought of starting a writing blog (or any kind of blog) to DO IT! like i said, creating such a friendly and kind community so impossible to me in the beginning, but now here i am! its such a rewarding feeling! and if anyone ever wants to and if anyone ever wants to take that leap, just do it!!! seriously!!! make the blog. post the fic. talk about the unhinged sports crush you think no one else will get (spoiler: someone absolutely will). i promise it’s not as scary as it feels at first, and there’s room for everyone here — whether you're writing 10k word epics or just screaming in the tags. if you ever need someone in your corner, consider me there, aggressively cheering you on like a hockey mom in the stands with a cowbell 🫶

CLOSED!!!!!

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more unique ones . . .

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soft hands. sleepy kisses. "you left this in my car"

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ice cream line in the summer. half-court shot challenge. mutual friends with beef

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short, atmospheric and slightly deranged if needed

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petty? jealous? secretly self-destructive but charming? let’s unpack

✿ ꕀ FICS I WILL BE POSTING

★ day one with DEVIN BOOKER ★

includes: angsty off-season routines.

summary: you’ve been with devin for a while now. long enough that off-season means slipping into shared routines: grocery runs, gym days, lazy movie nights. but lately something’s been off — his distance, your deflection, tension thick enough to crack. neither of you say it out loud but the silence is starting to sting.

★ day two with LUKA DONCIC / CRASH OUT COUPLE ★

includes: toddler chaos, parenting teamwork (barely) & retired hothead energy

summary: you and luka were never supposed to be the blueprint. you are both fan favorites — technical fouls, postgame quotes, highlight reel meltdowns. that’s how it started. a mutual respect forged in chaos. now? you’ve got a toddler who won’t wear shoes, sunscreen in your eye and a suitcase full of tiny swimsuits that no one’s wearing. it’s your first real vacation as a family and it’s… a lot. she screams over juice flavors. luka forgets the stroller. you both fall asleep at 7:30.

but when your daughter belly-laughs at the waves and luka wraps his arms around you from behind with that “we’re doing it” smile, you realize this was never about being perfect.

★ day three with PAIGE BUECKERS ★

includes: wnba chaos & "i don’t know how to be soft out there but i’m trying for you"

summary: dating paige means learning to share her — with fans, cameras, the league. you’re used to being in the background: her pregame text, her airport pickup, the face she looks for in the crowd. but when she finally has a bad game — one that leaves her jaw tight and chest guarded, you’re the one she lets fall apart.

and maybe that’s what love is: not fixing it, just holding her together until she can breathe again

★ day four with JUJU WATKINS ★

includes: public vs private selves & forehead kisses before shootaround

summary: you and juju have been solid since last spring — late-night drives, gym dates, matching hoodies kind of solid. but the season’s about to start and she’s got something to prove. suddenly she’s sharper, snappier, locking herself in the film room and brushing off your touch. it’s not about you. you know that. but when she finally sits next to you on the bleachers, hands shaking a little, you don’t say "i told you so."

★ day five with JOE BURROW ★

includes: off-day domesticity & farmer’s market joe

summary: it’s his first real day off in weeks and all he wants to do is spend it with you. no press. no cameras. just overpriced fruit and holding your hand in public like it doesn’t mean something. you trail through the market with a smoothie in one hand and his hoodie in the other, watching him pretend he’s not overly invested in picking the right sourdough.

thank you again for 6k!!!!! i hope you guys enjoy!!!

tagging some mutuals:

@wanderlusturous @v6quewrlds @snoopyhughes @emilysprentisss @wbb4l @softburrow

[miguelhugger2099]

What a Man!

Summary: Your past experiences with other men had left you with scars. Scars that show in your lovely relationship with Miguel. Art by AndalusiaLu on twt <<Prev

Miguel x GN!Reader, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Drabble

It had been quite a few months since your relationship with Miguel had blossomed into something beautiful and real. He really was different from everyone else and you couldn’t be luckier. Miguel would often disagree, he thought he was the lucky one to end up with someone like you. Kind, intelligent and headstrong as well as so loving. You were the prettiest package to him. You tried your very best not to screw things up. You don’t know what you’d do if you said something or did something to make Miguel not want you anymore. So you remained diligent, making sure that Miguel was happy with you and that he stayed happy. Despite your best efforts to hide the ugly side of you, it managed to creep in the more you were with Miguel. It became harder to hide, slipping through the cracks of the facade you kept up. It started with him arriving home late. Miguel at some point had asked you to live with him, which you declined and eventually settled on visiting and having sleepovers at his place as a compromise. It was still technically early in the relationship. At first when he would come home late, you’d be worried sick wondering if this was good for his health or if he’d get home safely when he’s so tired. Miguel would trug through the door and you’d be at his side as soon as you heard the click. His tired eyes brightened seeing you, wrapping his arms around your waist and trying not to rest his entire body weight on you. “I’m sorry I kept you waiting.” He murmured in your hair, one arm around your waist and the other going around your shoulders. He breathed in the smell of your shampoo and lotion, his body nearly melting on top of you. You returned his hug with a tight squeeze, the worry in your heart subsiding and replaced with a warm feeling. “It’s okay. I wanted to stay up to see you.” You snuggled closer to his shoulder, his cologne gone after a hard day's work and only leaving a lingering smell along with his natural scent. “No, no, that’s not right. I don’t want you to get big ugly giant eyebags like me. You’re too gorgeous.” Miguel lifts his head up and stares down at you, sleepiness evident in his eyes but his will to see and feel you are stronger. You smile softly and reach up to cup his cheek which he leans into. “I think your eyebags add character.” You giggle and he chuckles along with you. “Really. I don’t mind.”

Miguel’s hands go down to squeeze your hips. “Well I mind. You deserve proper rest. C’mere, off to bed. I’ll join you in a bit.” He takes your hand in his larger one and leads you to his bedroom. What was once very plain and sleek now had little trinkets of your things around like your hairbrush, your favorite candles and a half empty water bottle. Hell, even a new blanket Miguel had bought you along with some extra clothes and pajamas. You practically lived here. After Miguel had washed up in the shower, he joined you in bed, collecting you in his arms and running his hands up and down your back. He asked you about your day, what you had done, what you bought with his credit card–none, you told him– and any other things he might’ve missed when he was off at work. While you listed things off, Miguel listened with an attentive small smile. He focused on the way your lips moved, how your eyes looked up at the walls in thought and how your hands played with his chest hairs. Before falling asleep, he promised one thing. “I’ll do my best to come back home to you.” To your demise, Miguel continued to come home late. Each time he'd come home late he would apologize in any way possible. In kisses, extra cuddling time even when he’s exhausted and showering you in gifts. None of it was enough when he was gone most days and you only got maybe an hour with him before falling asleep. He was one of the top geneticists in his field, most likely number one. He was bound to be busy and needed everywhere. He can’t help it, you told yourself. It’s a taxing job. He’s not doing this on purpose. So why does it leave a sour taste in your mouth? Why does it bother you so much?

You grew anxious. Why couldn’t he just ask for more days off? Why is he so busy? What was the point of him finding a partner when he’s just too occupied from his job? You began to feel alone. His kisses started to feel weak, cuddling time was cut short and the gifts meant nothing after each apology. You tried pushing those thoughts aside. You were acting spoiled. Miguel basically threw his money and love at you and you’re taking it for granted. How selfish can you be? He’d be furious to know you’re using him like this–taking his gifts and whining about it. What if he’s lying? What if the job is just an excuse? Was there someone else? Is that why he’s going to bed faster? A few pecks on the lips before he passes out? Oh, how could you think that of him? He’s been nothing but burned out and trying his best. What would he do if he knew what you were thinking? He can’t. He won’t. So you do what you know best: you shut down. Your inner emotions conflicted with one another. One berating you and the other trying to convince you. You sucked up all your spilling emotions when Miguel came home late again. You met him at the door like always but this time a little slower, more hesitant.

Miguel drops his bag by the door like usual, taking off his coat and placing it down on a chair seat before looking at you. Like always, his eyes brighten up and he brings you in his arms for a hug. He feels himself recharge with you in his embrace but you just feel uncomfortable. The weight of your thoughts and feelings rest heavy in your chest and you slowly wrap your arms around him, resting your head on his chest and hoping to feel some comfort again. “I’ve missed you so much.” You hear Miguel mumble. “I know I keep saying this but I’m really sorry for coming home so late these days. You know I’d rather be here than anywhere else.” “Yeah. I’m sure you do.” You mumble bluntly before slipping out of his arms. Miguel feels his heart drop and confusion overshadow his exhaustion. He watches your back afterwards and there’s nothing he hates more than seeing you walking away from him. “What’s that supposed to mean?” He chases after you, walking behind you as you walk into the kitchen to grab a glass of water. “Nothing.” You sigh and it’s quiet between you two except for the tap water running and filling your glass. Miguel’s eyebrows furrow. He can feel something’s wrong with you but he doesn’t know what. Did someone say something to you? “What’s wrong? Did you have a bad day at work?” He crosses his arms and leans back on the counter next to you. He notices how you purposefully look away from him, settling on just sipping from your cup. “No.” “Did someone say something to you?” “No.” “Did I do something?” “No.” You said more quickly this time. “Then can you tell me what’s wrong?” Miguel reaches out his arm to try and turn your cheek to face him but you shrug off his touch.

“I said nothing, Miguel.” You feel yourself grow irritated. You wanted to spill but you knew it would only lead to bad things. You didn’t want to start an argument and have it spiral into more arguments that would inevitably ruin your relationship. You take a few steps away from him until you hear Miguel call your name sternly. You pause in your tracks and for a moment, there’s fear. Is he going to yell? Miguel had never yelled at you but you’ve been yelled at before when being…difficult like this. You felt your heart start picking up speed and you held onto your glass tightly. You hear him call your name again, softly this time, but you still hear it as yelling. Miguel touches your arm and you quickly flinch, turning around and taking a step back. You look up at him, an apology about to drop from your lips. “I’m sor–” Your breath hitches. “Did I do something wrong?” He repeats again. Oh, he noticed your tone. “No, I’m–I’m sorry.” Miguel’s eyes soften, a knowing look as he tilts his head and says your name gently, coaxing the truth out of you. “Talk to me, cariño.” He whispers, now both heads coming up to cup your cheeks. You don’t know what to do. It was a risk to talk about what was bothering you, even as small as him coming home late, but it meant a lot to you. You miss him. You take the risk with a shake of your hands. “I…You come home late,” You start off slowly and he waits patiently. “It’s too much for me. Well… maybe not too much, I know how hard you work but it–” You take a deep breath. “It’s not enough. I miss you. I want to see you for more than just a couple hours in the morning and at night. I just want you to be here and I’m sorry if that sounds clingy of me, but it’s how I feel.” You feel your chest tighten up and look down, unable to meet his eyes and failing to see his face crumble. Miguel takes the glass from your hands and places it beside you on the counter. “C’mere.” He whispers, bringing you in a hug again. “And you promised me so it just feels extra bad, y’know? I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” You bury yourself in his arms. Miguel shushed you. “Don’t apologize. I should be the one apologizing.” “But you did–you have–” “And yet here we are. I made you cry.” You didn’t notice the way your tone got more nasally or how you hiccuped and sniffled–all of your tears getting soaked up by his collared shirt. “Are you mad?” You ask. Miguel pulls away to wipe away your tear stained cheeks.

“Jesus, no I’m not mad. How could I be mad at you?” You sniffle when his thumb swipes across your cheekbone. “Sweetheart, why didn’t you tell me this earlier?” You shrugged. “You promised and I just…I dunno. I felt like it wasn’t my place to tell you to work less just because I felt lonely.” You try to look away but Miguel doesn’t let you. “I don’t know any other way to tell you this but you are equally as important as my job–maybe even more. You never mentioned that this was bothering you. I could’ve asked for less hours.” “I didn’t want you to get mad at me or think I’m spoiled.” “Baby, it’s my job to spoil you.” Miguel smiles and playfully pinches your cheeks, making you mutter a small ‘ow’ and grin. “I’ve just been taking so much time because everyone there looks at me for answers and advice and other bullshit so they make me oversee everything. But if you want me home, then I’ll come home. Just say the word and I’ll do anything you ask of me.” His tone is soft, as soft as it can be with his deep voice. “That’s a lot of power.” You joke. “It’s yours. I’m yours.” He leans his forehead on yours. “So you’re not mad?” “Not even a little.” “And you’re gonna be coming home earlier?” “Starting tomorrow.” Your smile widens. “Are you sure this is okay? I don’t want you doing things just because I said so.” Your smiles wavers and you slide your arms around his neck. Miguel leans down to pepper kisses along your cheeks, wanting to see you smile more. “Trust me, this is more than okay. A gift even! A couple less hours of work to spend time with the most beautiful, stunning, outstanding, and amazing person in the entire world.” With each compliment, he leaves a giant kiss to your cheeks, forehead, nose and even your chin.

The next day, Miguel comes home way earlier than usual, just when the sun is setting. With more energy than before, he picks you up in his arms and lifts you off the ground after dropping his things to the floor. He runs to the bedroom with you in a fit of laughter, the sound making his heart drum against his chest. He jumps in bed with you, his weight nearly crushing you but you still laugh anyway. “Stop! No outside clothes on the bed!” Miguel smothers you with his lips. “We can clean the sheets later. Let me finally spend time with you.”

[emmiesoverthemoon]

could do better

pairing: han jisung x reader tags: drabble. fluff. autistic reader. part of the emmieverse drabble special—see here

“okay—but like, technically, if you deep-fried it, it would count as a dessert,” your coworker says, waving a half-empty syrup bottle in the air like it holds the secrets of the universe.

you blink.

you squint.

your brain does that soft clicking sound it makes when it’s buffering.

jisung watches you from across the espresso machine, eyes shining like he’s waiting for the punchline to land.

it does not.

yet.

your coworker moves on to stacking cups. jisung sighs dramatically.

“hanquokka could do better,” he mutters, under his breath, pouting like a child who did not get chosen for foursquare.

you shoot him a look, confused. “...what?”

“nothing,” he says quickly. “just, you know. some mascots are funnier than others. some of them have elite timing. some of them don’t make people wait five to seven business minutes for the joke to land—”

you gasp, hand shooting up to smack his arm, just as your brain finally delivers the joke. "deep-fried—because—oh my god, it was about the banana bread—wait—"

you wheeze.

you are laughing now, too loud, too late, shoulders curling in like you are trying to contain it and failing miserably. jisung looks victorious. smug. a little too smug.

“it took you long enough!” he says. “you’re lucky you’re cute.”

you try to swat him again but miss, mid-giggle. he dodges you with a grin.

“oi—” your manager’s voice cuts through the front counter like a knife. “some of us are trying to run a business. unless one of you wants to mop the floor again, i suggest you cut the flirting and get back to work.”

jisung shrinks like a scolded puppy. you both immediately start pretending to care deeply about wiping things.

“worth it,” he whispers a minute later, just loud enough for you to hear.

you snort, but say nothing.

hanquokka wins again.

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[syndrossi]

Clearly, my obsession with Resonant has reached problematic proportions. I have written you a fic of a fic!drabble that was originally going to be something short and cute because Rhaegar having a bad hair day was hilarious to me, but somehow it turned into an angsty disaster instead. 😅

Alas, here you go:

"It's not that bad," Jon says, though the doubt in his voice is unlikely to leave his brother with much confidence that he's telling the truth. Jace knows, because he would never have believed it if Luke had told him his hair looked okay while sounding like that.

As expected, Rhaegar twists around in his seat, mouth turned down at the corners, and a fierce glare in his eyes. Jon takes a half-step back and quickly adds, "I'm sure Dae... Father can fix it."

It being the state of Rhaegar's hair. There'd been an... accident while playing, and... well. Jace thinks that things like this are why Father insists on keeping his and Luke's hair short, even when Mother talks about having them grow their hair out instead of keeping it "manageable".

"No," Rhaegar says, and there's something in his voice that Jace has never heard from him before. "I can fix it."

Rhaegar has long hair like Aegon and Aemond and Uncle Daemon, but even though it's straight and silky like theirs (like Jace's mother's hair, and grandmother's, but not like his father's), apparently it's still capable of tangling like curly hair.

Tangling a lot even. To the point where Jace isn't sure if the braid Rhaegar had had it in earlier is technically still there or not. He thinks the red ribbon Rhaegar had used for it is gone, at least. Rhaegar's been brushing his fingers through the tangles, but keeps catching on snares and clumps of hair that look like they might be part of a bird's nest, hissing as he goes.

His eyes are rimmed red, Jace thinks. It must hurt a lot.

Jon had tried to help by finding the worst of the tangles, and trying to tug the hairs loose, only for Rhaegar to yelp and pull away. Then Jon started looking upset too, and Jace's tummy twisted at seeing both his new cousins unhappy.

Luke tugs on Jace's shirt and he looks over at his own little brother, who looks worried too. Luke whispers at him, "Should we get Father?" probably because Father is the best when it comes to fixing hair.

Jace looks at their cousins again, at Jon's helpless expression, and at the way Rhaegar is, Jace thinks, maybe, trying not to cry. (He has to try not to cry sometimes too. It's awful, the way everything gets hot and stuffy and like you can't breathe. If that's how Rhaegar feels...)

Jace nods at Luke, and together they walk the few steps they need to get past the private rooms' entryway and tell the kingsguard standing by the door, "We need our Father, please," only for Rhaegar to jump up, almost knocking over his chair and startling both them and the knight.

"No!" Rhaegar says, and then he clenches his fists. "It's okay. Everything's fine. I don't need help."

Maybe he thinks he's going to get in trouble for playing and messing up his hair? Or even that Jace's father will tell Uncle Daemon on them. Suddenly, Jace remembers that they did get in trouble last time because Father told Uncle Daemon they were playing with swords when they weren't supposed to be.

The knight, perhaps sensing that Rhaegar's not being entirely truthful, hesitates in answering while looking carefully at all four of them, and it must be just enough to be the last straw for Rhaegar, because he does something Jace has never seen him do before.

He starts crying.

And they're not quiet tears, but instead they're loud and angry and almost sound painful. Rhaegar pushes off his cheeks with quick, rough palms, like he can make them stop if he presses his hands to his eyes hard enough. He's making choking sounds, and he's sucking air in through his nose, and Jace thinks he's getting even more upset now, maybe because he is crying, which doesn't seem fair. How can you stop crying if you're crying because you're upset that you're crying?

Jon grabs him in a hug, almost knocking Rhaegar backward from the abrupt force of it, and Jace isn't sure if he should go hug Rhaegar too, or if that'd make Rhaegar cry more, or... Rhaegar shoves his face into Jon's shoulder, the crying growing noises muffled as he trembles and shakes.

Luke, still little in a way that Jace and Rhaegar and Jon aren't, tugs at his shirt again, and when Jace looks at him, his eyes are wet, and his bottom lip is quivering. He looks just a moment away from letting out a sob of his own.

Jace would pick him up the way Mother and Father do when Luke cries, except he's too heavy. Instead, he grabs Luke's hand and looks expectantly at the kingsguard knight, whose staring at them all with wide eyes.

"My father, Ser," Jace says again, reminding him, and after the knight jumps into action, he tugs Luke out of the room with him. He doesn't want Luke's inevitable crying to make things worse.

(Jace will find out, much later, after Father and Mother and Uncle Daemon all rush in and Jace and Luke are ushered back to their own apartments, that Rhaegar wasn't really upset about his hair being tangled at all. His mother says that sometimes, if you hold all your big emotions in for too long, they can come out all at once because of something little, like a tangle in your hair, and Jon and Rhaegar have had a lot of big emotions over the past few moons.

Jace is glad when Mother lets him and Luke climb into her bed and stay with her that night. Guiltily, he thinks he's extra, extra glad that she's back from Dragonstone now, kissing his face and running her fingers through his hair in that way that always makes him feel sleepy, singing him and Luke to sleep, even though Rhaegar was crying because his Mother will never come back ever.

Jace doesn't know what he'd do if he lost his mother, but he thinks that he'd probably cry too. As he falls asleep, Mother's voice singing softly next to him getting quieter and quieter, he thinks that if they ask, maybe he wouldn't mind sharing sometimes.)

Oh! Oh, Jaaaace, what an absolute sweetheart. What a great choice for a POV character. (One of my favorite POV principles: choose the character with the least context for the situation.)

His little reflections on how awful it feels when you want to cry but shouldn't breaks my heart because that's the burden of being heir after Rhaenyra. There are times at court where he's not allowed to cry, and that he has to learn this so young... 😭 (The pre-Summerhall!Rhaegar parallels!)

I shouldn't laugh at poor Jon utterly failing at convincing Rhaegar the situation isn't too bad. He knows a hair disaster when he sees one, and alas so does Rhaegar.

And Jace wishing he could pick up Luke to mimic how his parents would comfort him. 😭 And awww, Laenor being the one he believes in for fixing bad hair days!

How much do I love him taking command of the situation to have the Kingsguard send for Laenor? He gets both big brother points and eventual-crown-prince points for that!

And noooo, Rhaenyra's explanation of what happens when you bottle things up, my heart! And Jace noticing how much Jon and Rhaegar hold back. HE IS THE SWEETEST AND MOST OBSERVANT.

And Rhaenyra comforting them, oh. 😭 And Jace understanding that that's why Rhaegar is sad sometimes. (I wonder if he thinks that Jon also misses their mother but is trying to be a good older brother for Rhaegar and hides it.) And basking in those kisses and gestures of comfort all the more--and even being willing to share that comfort. My heart is in tiny shredded pieces.

I am so tempted to write the Daemon companion piece to this, which would be a fic of a fic of a fic. 😂

(Let's not forget poor Jon in all of this, knowing that it's not the hair, the hair is the straw that broke the camel's back. I feel like he must be so relieved when Daemon ultimately comes running, and proud of Jace for taking the initiative so that he didn't have to directly go against Rhaegar's wishes.)

What a treat to read, thank you thank you thank you for sharing it! ❤️❤️❤️ Also, you have me feeling so cruel for leaving the three little Velaryon kiddos alone during the uproar at the castle right now. They are going to be getting the biggest of cuddles from Rhaenyra when she's back. (How awful must she be feeling to be stuck at Dragonstone, away from her babies? We'll find out around ch40, I suppose!)

[lalacliffthorne]

okay, so, I kinda hadn't planned on doing this; I hadn't even thought about it - whoops 🙈 there was literally just a before and after Azriel and Reader started dating in my head lol

but since so many of you asked and since it would be criminal not to - let's think about it ;)

the one where they stop being idiots 💞

okay, so I see a few ways of how this could go

let's look at two

as hinted in all the before-drabbles --

there have been moments

like

moments

like when either of you stares at the other for too long

or lingers in a hug

or the two of you are somehow always near each other

you get the gist

so we got all those lil moments

piling up, until technically, even an idiot should see that you really like Azriel

and that Azriel -

well, is down very, very bad

which, of course, means you have no clue

okay, so you kinda do

it's hard to ignore the tingling feeling in your belly

and that rising feeling in your chest whenever Azriel just looks at you

but you're very good at pushing that away

bc -

it's not that serious, right?

and even if you catch Azriel staring at you and he never looks away, just gets that twinkle in his eyes

and he always seems to linger a little too long when he's close, helping you with your jacket or brushing away a lash stuck on your cheek

and his gaze flickers down to what you swear is your lips -

there's really no way he actually likes you like that.

let alone feels his breath hitch every time you're close or gets that plummeting feeling in his chest when you as much as brush him

and even if there's some kind of attraction

there's no way that he has fallen for you just the same way you have quietly, creepingly and incredibly hard - fallen for him

...

yeah

since you are friends and living with a bunch of busy bodies

it doesn't take too long until at least one of them gets tired of watching the two of you be, frankly, idiots

maybe it's Rhys

over his not-so-subtle-hints and mischievous smirks, just turning towards you one evening in the kitchen

"alright, love - please tell me you're actually clueless and simply don't see that Az is down ridiculously bad for you?"

or maybe it's Mor

accidentally, literally blurting it out at brunch

something along the lines of "oh, yeah; of course he remembered, he remembers everything, plus he's completely in love with you, so -"

before growing still and becoming more wide-eyed than you have ever seen her

or maybe it's Cassian

after one drink too many, throwing an arm over your shoulder and raising his brows as he rumbles: "look, sweets, I love you. but if I have to watch Az stare longingly at you for another day, I'll lock the two of you in the pantry until you confess that you're completely in love with each other and make out. so, please, put the man out of his misery."

let's face it

it's probably all of them

bc they're just so over seeing Az pine after you and you pine after Az

and if you two would just talk about this -

anyway

you could've waved off one of them with a weak giggle and a "you're seeing things"

but three of your best friends -

who all know Azriel better than anyone else does -

two actually around both of you on a daily basis -

yeah, that's kinda hard to ignore

so suddenly, you start to notice everything

like everything

which makes your heart go into absolute overdrive whenever Azriel just looks at you

suddenly, you can't help but notice every little detail of him

and how he's acting around you

and how he's just insanely, annoyingly beautiful

and it does very strange things to your sanity

because suddenly, there's this tiny little voice in the back of your head that's whispering what if

and bc you can't be around Azriel without feeling heat wash into your cheeks and your breath becoming shaky and heart tumbling -

it's a bit of a mess.

and you really should say something

because it's getting increasingly, ridiculously difficult to keep yourself from leaning up and kissing him whenever he stares at you for too long, that half-crease in his cheek -

but you chicken out every time

and you kinda have a reason for that!

bc you love these boys

and what if something goes wrong and the others are wrong after all and you are wrong and he doesn't actually like you

bc then you would mess things up and you can't risk that and -

yeah

it really is a bit of a mess

well, until

that fateful almost-kiss

(pls don't kill me for the edging)

you're pretty sure it was an almost-kiss

like, 80 %

you turn it over enough in your head to be mostly sure Azriel wasn't just - about to wipe cake of your cheek or smth

just like you turn over the rest of the night you spent in your room with him

curled up on your bed, watching movies

ending with you falling asleep with your head on his chest

bc again

you're about 80 % sure you caught him staring at your lips at least twice

which means -

now

you are really screwed.

bc damn that thing messes with your head

I mean sure

the whole does he feel that tingling attraction too or am I seeing things-problem sorta went out of the window

but still

what if it was just a moment-thing?

or if maybe he doesn't like like you and it's all just physical attraction?

what if it isn't but it still doesn't work out bc at some point Azriel realises that you are actually not chill like he is and instead a lil ball of nerves and quirks??

what.

if.

you're basically quietly stewing in your own thoughts that are slowly getting out of control

and you just get more and more panicked, spinning in circles

until -

you lose it

it's probably a moment when the two of you are alone

maybe you're in the kitchen, responsible for making dinner for a change

and the silence is, at least for you, for once not calm like it always is with Azriel

instead, it feels like the air is buzzing and your heart does weird maneuvers and everytime you just get into close vicinity to Az, you feel like you're about to burst

and somewhere between chopping vegetables and putting cuttlery onto the table

you suddenly end up crowded against the counter

with Azriel towering over you, impossibly close

and he stills when he realises, in the middle of taking plates out of the cabinet, his eyes piercing yours

and your heart is racing because you can feel him

and because it feels like his gaze is pinning you to the spot

and because he's so close

and maybe Az sees something in the way you're staring up at him, wide-eyed and panicked

maybe he even feels the way your breath suddenly flutters

or how your heart is pounding painfully against your ribs

but Azriel slowly, carefully puts down the plate in his hand, placing it on the counter behind you

not once looking away

and then his lips curve a little and you're pretty sure the world lurches at the sight

it always feels like just looking at him causes a knife to twist under your ribs because he's just so damn beautiful

but right now, he looks fucking heavenly

the warm kitchen lights throwing shadows under his jaw, making his cheekbones look even sharper

that barely there crease in his cheek as his gaze slowly drag over your face

and he's tall and all broad shoulders and piercing eyes

and he looks at you the way he did before the almost-kiss

and suddenly

you just cannot keep it in any longer

"So, Mor said you're in love with me?"

The second you blurt out the words, you feel your eyes widen.

Well shit.

Azriel blinks, his lips parting; like maybe, for once, he has not forseen this turn of events.

You wouldn't blame him. You're currently wondering whether looking at him for too long has made your brain short-circuit.

"I mean -" You stare up at him, heat rising into your cheeks while your heart is pounding against your ribs. "I - okay, I didn't mean to say that, I, uhm, I just - thought about that thing that happened the other day; well, almost happened, and uh -" Your voice is actually shaking a bit now and sounds a little like you're about to faint, and that's not that far off, because shit -

"l mean, uhm -" Your throat finally gives up like it has decided to shut you up before you can make things worse.

And that's when you realise Azriel is still staring at you.

Only suddenly his iris looks like molten gold, and his gaze is a little feverish as it darts over your face, deep and heated and like he's trying to drink you in as his lips slowly curve upwards.

"Remind me to get her back for this."

His deep voice sends tingles down your spine, because you have never heard it this low and hoarse before, and it takes you a moment until the meaning of the mumbled words reaches you.

Your lips part, and suddenly, your heart feels like it's trying to escape your chest.

"Get her back for what?" Your whisper is so breathless, you almost swallow it.

There are creases in Azriel's cheek that make your knees feel like jello as he stares down at you, something feverish and heated in his eyes when he mumbles hoarsely: "For telling you before I could."

Your breath catches in your throat, and your heart does one huge jump. Then it stills.

"What?" Your voice sounds so breathy, you're not sure Azriel even heard it, at least until scarred fingers slip under your chin, a thumb softly brushing over your cheek as his eyes narrow a little, the crease in his cheek deepening.

"You think I was this close to kissing you just for shits and giggles?" Azriel would sound dry if there wasn't that slight edge to his hoarse voice, if his eyes weren't flickering over your face feverishly and carefully, almost anxiously. You think you can feel his breath hitch and stutter when your nose almost brushes his, and suddenly you realise he's gotten really close, close enough that you can feel his breath on your lips and his scent making your head swim.

"No?", you somehow manage to whisper, your voice almost breaking.

Azriel makes a noise at the back of his throat, deep and a little desperate; his nose nudges yours, and as a shiver runs up your spine and your breath stills in your throat, he mumbles "No." and dips his head to kiss you.

And you're pretty sure the world just stops.

Becomes so quiet you can hear your heart rising in a wild flutter, the way your breath shudders as you exhale in slow motion, and the quiet sound Azriel makes deep in his chest as his hands slide to the back of your neck.

And then he's kissing you. And his lips are warm and soft and pressing onto yours more feverishly with the second, and your hands rise to slide up his waist, hold onto him, and suddenly, you're not even close to being close enough.

Your legs are shaking when you move, push closer, until your chest is pressing into Azriel's, and he makes another soft noise before slipping his fingers into your hair; his body moving yours backwards until he's crowding you against the counter and you feel the cabinets press against your legs. Then Azriel deepens the kiss, his lips parting yours, and suddenly, you feel like starlight.

and with that

pretty much every question just vanishes.

erased by the way Azriel is kissing you, deep and feverish and desperate, like you're oxygen and he's been underwater for years

dinner's completely forgotten as you move through the kitchen, hips bumping against the counters and the table until you end up on the couch

Azriel's hands gripping your waist as you straddle him, your fingers buried in his hair as your bodies mold into each other and Az begins to figure out the 100 different ways to kiss you

and somewhere in the back of your brain

the part that isn't completely consumed by the way his chest is pressing into yours and scent is filling your lungs and body melts into yours

you wonder how a)

you ever made it without kissing him

without feeling his warm skin beneath your fingers and the taste of his lips and the way his hands slip under your shirt and press you closer

without hearing the tiny sounds he makes, deep and a little breathless as he's kissing you and you're kissing him back

and b)

how you're supposed to stop

bc now that you know what kissing Azriel feels like

you're really not sure how long you'll be able to go for without it.

(he does actually tell you the thing he's gonna give Mor shit for spilling for for the next decade

mumbled against your lips

and you're not sure how your heart doesn't give out with how far it leaps

but somehow, you manage to whisper those three words back

and Azriel makes a noise that causes your breath to tumble, bc it sounds like he doesn't quite believe it

and so you mumble it a few more times, until he kisses the words from your lips and you kiss them back onto his and neither of you can breathe)

of course there's the other option as well

the one where Azriel just can't help himself anymore

the one where you're sitting next to him in a quiet corner of the library or on the couch or in the passenger's seat of Rhys' car

and you're focused on something; your laptop, a book, your phone

and you have that slightly distant look on your face, your brows crunching

and even tho you're wearing a hoodie he's pretty sure belongs to Cassian, because it's massive on you, and your hair looks a lil wild

he feels like he's about to burst

because you're just too fucking beautiful

and he already missed his first shot bc of that fucking honking car

and it's getting hard to breathe and he really just can't take it anymore

and bc of that

he reaches over and slides his hand under your jaw, gently pulling it up and towards him

and for a moment, you're really confused, because does he want to show you something or -

and then he leans over

and suddenly

your head's empty

bc he's so close that you can see the flecks of gold in his eyes and the shadows of a few freckles scattered over his nose and how long his lashes are and -

his scent washes over you, and your breath gets violently caught in your throat the same moment Azriel stills, barely an inch away

you can feel his breath on your skin and the warmth of him and how your heart is suddenly pounding against your ribs

and Azriel swears he will remember that moment until the day he dies

because you look like you've forgotten how to breathe

and you're staring at him in a way that makes every sense of doubt he had ever had about himself trickle away until there's nothing left but that harsh pulsing feeling in his chest

and he swears to himself he's gonna tell you he's hopelessly, utterly in love with you like a complete idiot

that he has been falling since the day you waltzed into the lives of him and his best friends

and how instead of crashing, the way you beam at him has given him wings

and a bunch of other stuff that won't even come close to describing how you make his heart beat out of his chest and breath hitch and whole being settle

but right now, he needs to kiss you

because he's been an absolute idiot for waiting this long

and he feels like if he waits just a second longer, he's gonna explode into a million pieces

and so

his heart pounding against his ribs and his breath getting stuck in his throat

he dips his head and kisses you

and then, just for a while, he forgets about anything and everything that's not you

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[heeliopheelia]

"i've missed you" (heeseung x reader)

genre: light angst, fluff word count: 1.3k requested by @probably-too-obssessed ♡

warnings: mentions of a break up, exes to lovers, crying

a/n: was the plan in my head perfect: yes. do i like the execution:... okay, ik this ain't technically a drabble but bear with me!! but anyways, we're officialy more than half done with the 1k event yayy!!

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Wiping the sleep out of your eyes, you make your way past the living room to answer the door. Knowing that only the closest people to you know the code to your apartment block's stairway, you can't help but worry as you approach the knocking on your door at such early hour. Has something happened? Did someone get hu-?

Suddenly more awake than a second before, you gape at ex-boyfriend in shock. Wide eyes scan his face, his brows slightly furrowed as he chews on his bottom lip, fingers twitching by his thighs. And you can't help but notice that he looks... the same. Yes, a little more mature now compared to the few years ago, features more defined than before but that's still most definitely Heeseung. Your Heeseung.

"What are you doing here?" You ask quietly, feet rooted into the floor as cold winter air sweeps from the stairway and engulfs your thinly-clothed body. You try to pretend that this sudden coolness is the cause of the shiver that runs down your spine but at the same time you know well that it's all because of Heeseung's relentless eyes placed on you.

"Hi," he breathes out and feels his heart coming up to his throat. Fuck, you're even prettier than he remembered. He clears his throat. "Can I come in?"

Somehow you muster the courage to nod your head and move back to open the door wider for him. As he sets his foot in your apartment, an instant wave of nostalgia and longing fills his heart to the brim and for the first time in three years Heeseung doesn't feel this void that's been constantly eating him from the inside. And it's all after spending only a minute with you again.

"I've missed you," he blurts out without wasting any more time, watching as your shoulders visibly tense. He takes a step closer and then one more, moving to stand right in front of you. "I'm sorry it took me so long to say it."

Pressing your lips together, you hide the trembling of your fingers by clenching them on the fabric of the shirt you've been sleeping in. His shirt which only now you seem to realize to be wearing and so does Heeseung as his eyes soften. And it makes him hope that maybe you too, after all this time, still keep a place in your heart for him.

Your heart pounds in your chest.

"You–," you stutter out, head full of running thoughts. Why is he here now? What's caused him to go against his manager and contract and show up at your door at 5 am? "Heeseung, where is this all coming from?"

"Ever since the night I broke up with you, there hasn't been a day without you on my mind." You can clearly see the distress and pain marring his soft features. "I'm sorry I fucked up, I never should've ended things with you back then."

And yes, you've missed him too. Yes, you've thought about him way too much for someone who's supposed to be over the relationship for at least two years now. But it's Heeseung after all. How does one simply move on from him?

But you keep a brave face and decide to be the more reasonable one out the two of you for once in your entire life. "There's nothing to apologize for, don't be ridiculous"

He scoffs, running his hand through his thick hair from frustration. "I was selfish. I dropped you for fame–"

"You left me for your dreams, Heeseung," you interrupt him with a scolding look. "And you did the right thing. I'd never want to be the one holding you back. Stop being so self-critical."

His eyes soften and he breathes out, all the tension leaving his body. "You could never hold me back, YN. I hate that only now I realized that you were the only thing that's kept me grounded. I'm no one without you."

Your heart stutters when his hands reach out and envelop your slightly trembling ones. "I don't know, Hee. There's just... There's so much happening right now, I can't think straight."

"I still love you." His words knock all the air out of your lungs and you swear you're falling. "After all this time, there's never been anyone else but you, love. I'd drop everything in an instant if you asked me to give my all to you right now. Everything loses its value when you're not there with me, I've learnt it the hard way."

"I–"

Your quiet stumbling gets cut off by his hands suddenly loosing their grip on yours. You watch as realization tinted with fear slowly creeps up on his beautiful face. All of sudden, Heeseung feels all of his muscles tensing as his heart drops down his chest, heavy and aching.

Already dreading your answer, he asks. "Do you... Do you have someone?"

"N-No!" You stutter out quickly, hands suddenly gaining a mind of their own as they desperately clutch on his again, heart wrenching as you already miss his touch even though he hasn't even fully pulled away. "I couldn't. Not after you."

"Then give us another try," he breathes out, chest feeling almost fifty pounds lighter at your quiet confession. His fingers quickly intertwine with yours as he pulls you closer with one tug. Your heart stalls when he leans down and starts kissing away the tears that you haven't even noticed started dropping down your cheeks. "All I want is you, YN. And there will never be anyone but you for me."

His lips trail down your cheeks, peppering kisses all over your jawline and chin and before you can even blink, your mouths are moving together in despair. The kiss is soaked and dripping with longing and love as you both pour all of the emotions from deep within into it. Even when your lips start to slightly burn from the saltiness of your tears and Heeseung's harsh sucks, you never even think of pulling away just for a second. It's only your muffled sob that makes the two of you part.

"I missed you so much," you cry out, trembling hand coming up to cover the bottom of your wet face. It doesn't take long for him to gently pull it away and bring it closer to him, pressing his warm lips to your knuckles. You sniffle, only to feel more tears following down your cheeks. "I've watched your every single performance, you know?" You chuckle shortly trough the sobs. The smile you sent him is wobbly and teary but so full of love it makes Heeseung feel the happiest he's been for the past couple years. "I'm so proud of you."

Your words impact him harder than he would ever admit, so before you can get the glimpse of his own eyes becoming glistening, he pulls you by your face and kisses you again, swallowing each one of your sobs and whimpers. Your hands tightly cling onto his hoodie as you find yourself becoming putty underneath his touch again. His slim fingers brush away the hair that got stuck onto your teary face, his caresses so gentle you can't help but feel your legs buckling slightly, so taking two steps backwards, you pull him on the couch along with you.

"I love you too," you whisper somewhere in between your ceasing cries and his kisses.

At that, Heeseung pulls himself up on his elbows to take in your pretty face. The face that he couldn't erase from his mind for all these years. The face that kept him awake every night until he passed out from exhaustion. The face that he loves more than anything else in this world.

And damn him if he ever found anything else that brought him as close to heaven as the sight of your swollen lips parted with a smile, blush spread over your cheeks as your eyes fill up with sparkles, looking at him as if he's collected all the stars from the sky and gave them to you. And fuck, if you really ever asked him to give you the entire moon itself, he knows that he would somehow find a way to make it happen. Because he would do absolutely anything and everything to make you happy. Even if it meant giving up his entire career – he will not make the same mistake twice and lose you again, now knowing that nothing is worth of the pain that being without you has put him through.

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[august-anon]

Okay so the Kon hc also became a Drabble….

But I can’t help it lol. All the lonely Kon fics just make me soooo emo. He deserves to have a big family full of (sometime evil) siblings and love 😭

- Moody

Kon didn’t grow up with siblings, he was bestowed one much later in his life, which was great. He and Jon got along swimmingly for the most part, and when they didn’t Kon was older, so he was usually able to deem himself correct.

When they both took an interest in Wayne family members… they weren’t exactly expecting to be integrated in as honorary siblings. But now. Looking up at Dick and Jason, who were standing in front of him and Tim on the couch, arms folded, glaring down, he felt like he had two older brothers.

It was a little terrifying, even if he did know they couldn’t technically hurt him.

That didn’t seem to bother them. Tim shot Conner a look that read ‘I’m so sorry for what’s about to happen.’ And then Kon was tackled off the couch.

Jason was pinning him down. Curious what the plan was here, Kon let him. What could he really do, other than stick his spit covered finger in Conner’s ear again? Which was disgusting, but virtually harmless. Though Jason had been threatened with bodily harm the last time he’d attempted it.

Then Conner heard Tim’s cackle peirce his ears, shrill and desperate, turning he could see Dick holding him down to the couch, fingers tapering into Tim’s sides while he tried to curl in on himself.

Kon felt his grin at Tim’s expense slip away when Jason’s hand started squeezing his own ribcage.

“Hehehey!” Kon started squirming, he was too afraid he was going to launch Jason to use his power while he was cackling so hard. “Gehehet off!” He threw his head back. He managed to free his hands and grab Jason wrists to stop his prodding.

“Not funny!” Conner glared up at him.

Jason smirked. “Then why were you laughing, Superdork?” Kon could tell he was itching for his hands back, this was not good.

Jason, and subsequently Dick having something on him was down right dangerous. Especially this.

“Boys?” Bruce raised an eyebrow walking by the living room. Jason used the distraction to get his hands back and he immediately shoved one into Kon’s armpit, the other started squeezing his hip bone.

His reaction was instant, a shrill yelp followed by unadulterated laughter.

Kon was surprised they could hear anything over his shouting. “Hey B!” Dick grinned from where he still had Tim pinned under him.

“What’s up, old man?” Jason barely looked up.

“Um, Kon are you alright?” Bruce clarified.

“NOHOHOHO! G-gehehet- hihihim ohohoff!“ he crumpled when Jason’s hand started pinching at the soft skin of his upper ribs

“He’s fine!” His second eldest son didn’t even glance up.

“Jaylad.” Bruce leveled him. Then turned his gaze to his eldest. “Dick. This is not how we treat guests.”

“But B! He’s not a g-“

“Yes he is. He’s Tim’s guest. So release him, before he decides to cut you in half for his troubles.” Bruce grabbed a hold of the back of Jason’s shirt and yanked him upwards.

He sent his two oldest out of the room to leave Tim and Conner to their studying, and Tim seemed to act like this was a fairly regular occurrence.

Maybe next time Tim could come to Metropolis instead.

KON DESERVES LOVE i havent read a lot of kon-centric fics but i just adore his vibes honestly so i have to agree ksjdfhd

Moody this was ADORABLE skjdfhdf Dick and Jason seeing Kon and going "is anyone going to brother that?" and didnt wait for an answer lol.

Kon and Tim getting attacked by the brothers at the same time is SO funny theyre like "hm. Tim has his probably-boyfriend over. Time to interrupt and tickle the snot outta both of them" dskfhsdf and then Bruce having to make them stop lol

This is so cute i'm dying, i love them all so much skdjfdf

[cxrlgrxmxs]

Ꮺ. fresh faced — carl grimes

note — this is the lead up to the "conversation" the reader has with the group, aka. my pinned post. a tiny little drabble, but i had to start somewhere before getting into the good bits. which means technically it's not reader x carl but it's part of the lead up to it sooooooo ┐(´～｀)┌

ps — this was rewritten, and the original post will not be saved cuz I hated it!

It's not often you're guarding the gate. You're not trusted with a gun, though you really don't blame Deanna for banning them from you. Your vision was bad before the world ended, enough blows to the head made your depth perception pretty horrible at a distance. Ammo couldn't be spared.

But you're happy to have something new to do. Can prove you're not just some kid. So you're station with Nicholas, one of the peoples who'd been a bit weary of letting new people in, even though your group was small.

So when the gate pulled back to reveal a dozen or so people behind it, you found your gaze snapping to him. He was openly staring, mouth slack. You tried your hardest not to laugh as Eric limped by, gaze flicking back to the new group.

One of the guy picks up a dead possum by the tail, a crossbow bolt sticking through its body. You didn't even notice that he shot it, hate that being behind these walls have filled your senses.

"Brough dinner," his accent is distinct, southern. If that's where the group was when it all started, they're a long way from home.

"It's okay," Aaron says, gesturing to them with a hand, "come on in guys."

The group comes in slowly, eyes scanning the area for what you can only assume is danger. You remember doing the same. You hope none of them pull a knife to one of your throats, like Kat did when Jenna had gone in for a handshake. They don't look malnourished like you guys did, they'd surely be able to put up a fight.

As the group turns to watch the gate close behind them, you take the moment to take each of them in. That's your intent, at least, until your gaze meets the little girl being held by who you assume to be her father. Her wide eyed curiosity has a smile tugging on your lips despite yourself, quickly lifting your hand to give her a quick, finger wiggled hello before letting your hand drop back to your side.

"Before we take this any further, we need you guys to turn over your weapons," Nicholas starts, "To stay, you hand them over."

"We don't know if we want to stay," the man holding the baby says, stepping forward. Aaron doesn't move, but Nicholas takes a half a step back.

"It's - it's fine, Nicholas," Arron says.

"If we were gonna use them, we'd have started already," His voice is also southern.

"Let them talk to Deanna first."

The large man in the back, with bright ginger hair and mutton chops you've only seen in movies, asked who Deanna is.

"She knows everything you'd want to know about this place. Rick, why don't you start?"

The man holding the baby, Rick, looks back at his group, but leans back to see past them. You follow his gaze to a roamer coming up the road. Probably followed the sound of their engines from miles away. You can't help but wander how many more will turn up for the rest of the day. Not like it'll be your problem, but these people don't hold the same fears you do. Haven't seen what you have.

All he says is one word, Sasha, and a woman in the back turns, shooting it dead with only one shot. The gate slides closed, hiding its body from view.

Arron moves to lead them to Deanna's, but stops when he seems to notice you for the first time.

"Fawn, you should come with us. Keep them company." You know there's no use arguing against him. He's part of the two person army intent on making you and your group, plus Enid, fit in better with everyone here. To be more social. You think it's a waste of time, but know you'd have better luck arguing with a roamer.

"Not my name," you grumble, but follow him anyways. The group is quiet, they don't ask any more questions, just follow with their eyes scanning their surroundings.

You're left outside with them when Aaron takes Rick inside. They all turn to look at you, and you have to fight the urge to turn tail and run.

Deanna better appreciate what you're about to do...

[cupcakewebkinz]

Surprise party!

✷ Shelly's birthday is today (in the drabble), so Vee and Shanon went off to surprise her with a birthday party! Yay! ✸

✶ Caretaker Shanon au is mine! ✶

✱ @soupiestzilla I'm sorry I hurt the sweetest girl ever for like... An hour in fic time but she gets really happy in the end so don't kill me please- ✱

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Shanon slammed the alarm clock's snooze button yet again, not wanting to get up yet, even though she knew she had to. It was Shelly's birthday after all- even if they don't really know how old she technically is, considering she was made based off an ageless cartoon fossil character, she deserved a fun birthday. Shanon groaned as she sat up in bed, rubbing her eyes before looking around the room. For once, her intuition was right, Vee was in the room with her. The robot just sat perched on the end of the bed, watching, waiting, tail a motion blur behind her. Shanon has never seen that robot so excited before... It was oddly adorable.

"Mornin' Vee... I'll get ready and then we'll start getting everything ready for the party... And maybe a coffee or two..." Shanon tiredly said as she slipped out of bed, though she paused at the adorable beeps she got afterwards. She turned and looked at Vee, who now had ">w<" on her screen, being so excited she probably had no idea she was making such an adorable face. Shanon just smiled at that, then went to her walk in closet and shut herself in. Then came out a minute later in one of her many dinosaur printed hawaiian shirts, jeans and some sandals. She then went into her bathroom and quickly brushed out her hair, brushed her teeth, then went back out and walked right over to her nightstand. She just grabbed her fuzzy red t-rex purse and put the crossbody strap on before adjusting it, then finally picked up the excited little robot, who stared up at her with a cat-like smile on her face and the largest green eyes one could only imagine seeing. Adorable. Her daughter has such an adorable wife.

"I'm just going to assume you're ready to go, silly." She softly told the robot, who just nodded rapidly, so Shanon quietly snuck out of the house with her. She left a note on the table beside Shelly's waffles, explaining that she needed to do some shopping and she'd be home before she knew it, so she hoped that worked. In reality, her, Sam, Vee and Veronica were all going to Shelly's favorite park to host a public party for her, as Shanon knew she'd absolutely love it.

Shelly though, she was clueless, and when she woke up and saw the note, she was a little devastated.

Okay, a lot devastated, she was crying as she ate her breakfast, then went and flopped on the couch and sobbed and screamed into it for a good while. She didn't understand why she was left by herself, she always went with them when they went shopping together, so this was a huge punch to the gut. Fortunately for her, she wasn't alone for too long, as a familiar knock on the door was heard after an hour and a half crying and screaming session. She rushed over and opened it quickly, and there was Sprout, holding a box, looking concerned.

"Woah Shelly are you okay..?" Was his immediate response to seeing her all sniffly and trembling in her pajamas.

"I don't know where my mom and wife are..." Shelly very quietly replied, making Sprout look thoughtful for a moment, then he looked like he suddenly remembered something before nodding and patting her head softly.

"They had to go find a new charger for Vee with Veronica, they didn't forget your birthday, I promise. Sam probably is off making you the best birthday cake you'd ever imagine right now actually!" He reassured, hoping he wasn't caught in his lie. He knew exactly what they were doing, he was actually part of their plan, their distraction, the one who kept Shelly away from everything. She thankfully seemed to believe him as she just opened the door for him and nodded.

"I heard Sam was the one who always made the cakes in the bakery... I've always loved the chocolate cupcakes from there. I didn't get them often though, I didn't want people thinking I was fat on top of being that one "really weird dinosaur girl" ya know?" Shelly said as Sprout walked in, and once the door was closed, the two sat on the couch together. Sprout just nodded with a smile.

"Oh yeah, Sam made those, you also had nothing to worry about- Glisten would eat SO many donuts for breakfast every single morning, I highly doubt anyone would've cared if you had any cupcakes. Speaking of- I made you some last night!" Sprout explained, passing her the box of baked goods. Shelly gently took it and opened it, being in awe at the dinosaur themed chocolate cupcakes in the box. There were six of them, all decorated with handmade fondant dinosaurs on top of the perfect chocolate frosting swirls. Shelly teared up again as she looked at Sprout, sniffling.

"They're perfect, thank you so much." She quietly thanked him, getting a shrug and a smile from the berry.

"Far from perfect, but I'm really glad you like how they look! Go ahead and have one, they're all yours!" He said cheerfully, but she just closed the box gently and put it on the coffee table instead, going and hugging Sprout and snuggling up against him instead of trying one of the cupcakes.

"Later... My tummy hurts a little." She replied softly, so Sprout nodded as he pulled her close, petting her head softly as they cuddled. It was oddly comfortable, though it probably helped that they had been close for years, even if one was definitely a lesbian and the other was very much a gay man- it was really cozy. Shelly just made it cozier with a blanket, a pastel patchwork quilt, a not too warm but not too cold blanket. Sprout sighed comfortably, then turned on the TV and just relaxed with the fossil as they watched Jurrasic Park, Shelly quickly getting invested just to tell him all the errors in the dinosaurs. Sprout just listened, happy he was distracting her well enough to keep her from getting suspicious - and from crying and thinking everyone abandoned her.

At the park, chaos had broken loose. Vee was having zoomies again... Though fortunately, Veronica had taken her away from the party area so nothing was destroyed. Well, that shouldn't have been, she had torn up the packaging they had to throw out and made it much easier to fit it all in the park's garbage cans lol

Sam was setting up the buffet, Shanon quietly stringing up the last dinosaur balloon, everything seemed almost perfect. Veronica soon came back over and sat down at a table with a sigh, brushing her hair off her shoulder before she grabbed her coffee and sipped it through the straw.

"Vee tiring you out again girl?" Shanon asked when she noticed the other had came back over, and Veronica just nodded with a sigh, setting her iced coffee back down.

"Oh definitely, I have no clue how Shelly keeps up with her, she was bouncing off the trees like they were bounce houses." Veronica stated with a tired sigh, making the two other handlers burst out laughing.

"I believe that one, she is so crazy sometimes." Shanon said after a good laugh, though the trio went quiet when Vee returned, still shaking with excitement, but calm enough to actually be somewhat normal as she just speedwalked right past them and checked every thing out. Though she soon grabbed a bag of dinosaur shaped glitter and was throwing it on the tables, yelling "NEEDS MORE GLITTERRRR" as she did so, making Veronica sigh as she looked at Shanon.

"We are so lucky she's acting like herself, even though, I do wonder how in the world they're both adults sometimes. Also that glitter is the biodegradable stuff I told you about, right?" Veronica asked, and Shanon nodded, not even flinching when she too had dinosaur shaped glitter throw on her by the very hyperactive robot.

"I swear that girl has untreated ADHD and endless whimsy... And yes I always buy the biodegradable glitter now that I know where it is. Oh and edible glitter, that's on the cake though." Shanon said, getting a nod in understanding in reply. Veronica was safe from the glitter. Sam, however, was not, as they soon were being chased by the robot demanding to put glitter on them. Veronica and Shanon just watched, then looked at each other.

"Should we text Sprout and tell him everything is set up before Sam gets murdered by dinosaur glitter?"

"Yeah most likely... I'm not saving them by the way, I get glitterbombed at least five times a day at my house now." Shanon replied as she pulled out her phone, ignoring the surprised look Veronica gave her. For a moment anyways, after she sent a text to Sprout, she looked over at the other. She then gave Veronica a quick kiss on the cheek, then got up, ignoring the fact that she had made the other blush hard.

"Vee leave them alone, Shelly's on her way." Shanon demanded gently, and Vee listened, going right back over to Shanon with a goofy grin on her face and the bag of glitter tight in one hand, a small box in the other.

"WIFE?!"

"Yes, she's coming, go hide so you can surprise her silly." Shanon gently told Vee, watching as the chaos entity of a robot zoomed off to do just that. Sam sighed as they went and sat back down in their chair, relieved to no longer be hunted down by the glitter hungry toon.

"Shanon you work miracles, how do you get her to listen so well?" Sam asked, getting a shrug from the dinosaur themed lady coated in dinosaur shaped glitter.

"Patience, love and care. And a lot of glitter... Lots of sleepless nights too, it's all worth it though. Her and Shelly definitely are worth it all... I just wish I knew where Delilah lived so we could have a nice chat about things." She replied as she dusted the glitter off, then went and hid under one of the tables so Vee wasn't the only one surprising Shelly. Even though it wasn't supposed to be that kind of surprise party... If it kept Vee tamed, it worked with Shanon. Veronica just looked over at her, then at Sam, who was checking their phone, then just slowly slipped under the table with Shanon. Might as well join in the chaos, eh?

It took about five minutes, but eventually the two had came, Shelly now in a flowing rainbow dress with one of Vee's sunhats- a white hat with rainbow flowers and a matching rainbow bow- on and was chatting to him casually.

"So I was like, Vee you can do whatever, ya know? Shanon doesn't care. So that's how Vee started walking dogs every Sunday."

"I never would've thought Vee would be the one to befriend the neighbors before you did, Shells. You're super outgoing!"

"Vee really really likes dogs." Shelly stated, though she paused at the gazebo the decorations were up in. Sprout just stood at her side, also looking at everything in awe, not having seen any of it himself either. Though before either of them could comment, Vee suddenly jumped out and threw glitter at Shelly, making the fossil burst out laughing.

"SURPRISE WE THREW A PARTY FOR YOU BECAUSE YOU'RE THE MOST PERFECT THING EVER AND I LOVE YOUUUU!" Vee yelled way too loudly to be intentional, immediately hugging her beautiful wife tight afterwards, shaking intensely from pure excitement and joy. Shelly hugged her right back, laughing hysterically at all of this, obviously not expecting it.

"Oh my god, Vee, you really did this for me?" Shelly asked once she had calmed down enough to, though she immediately snorted and started laughing again when Vee looked at her with this goofy asf grin on her face and eyes wider than ever thought possible.

"I begged Shanon to, I begged, you deserved it." Vee simply explained, then proceeded to smother her fossil wife's face in kisses and soft reminders that she's loved, her tail now a slight motion blur of green and black. Shelly continued to laugh happily as she was smothered in love, her own tail wagging quickly, completely oblivious to the trio of handlers that were now sitting around the table again and waiting for the love fest to end. If it ever did.

"Uhm... Yeah I don't think Vee's calming down any time soon guys." Sprout called out after watching this for a few minutes, getting tired sighs from the handlers, all three feeling a little defeated. Though once the love fest had ended, the party actually begun, and boy did Shelly have a great time. They played games, had all of Shelly's favorite foods, she got spoiled with presents and lots of visitors from the town just coming over to say hi and celebrate a little with the toons. Though the highlight of it all wasn't the cake, or the presents, or even the games.

Shelly was the happiest about the fact she was surrounded by the people she loved the most on her special day.

Though she did absolutely cry at Vee's gift, which was a silver heart locket with one empty side and one side that had a photo of all the mains together back at Gardenview, before anything happened, all posing together and making silly faces at the camera. The other side wasn't empty for long though- as once the day was over and they all were about to leave, Shelly took a photo for that side. The handlers and the toons all posing together, making funny faces at the camera, all coated in that rainbow dinosaur shaped glitter that Vee wouldn't stop throwing around all day. That picture- the perfect example of her new family- was what went into her locket. A little reminder that she's always loved. A reminder that she's never going to be forgotten ever again.

A perfect gift.

[shouyuus]

rain hi hello!! ive been thinking about ways to improve and the technicalities of writing lately, things like how to better incorporate symbols or poetry or that kinda thing—and i was wondering if you have any more advice or writing tips?? all of it's so helpful you're a genius 💚💚💚

pluuutoooooooo hi my darling!!!! <3 how're u!!! and yeS! u kno i can ramble about writing forever hahaha hm okay so -- i think in terms of symbolism, there are a few things you can do:

first, figure out what kind of symbolism resonates with you. right like figure out what you like first -- for me personally, it's star/sky/space stuff as well as like storm/ocean/ships stuff most of the time

and then from there, try (???) to have like one or two overarching "imagery" thingies within a single fic/drabble (or just within the scene you're writing) -- ie, for one of the vi fics im working on right now, reader is studying to be an astrophysicist, so i can kind of lean into the astronomy metaphors about space and time and fun sciency stuff bc it's technically how she would see the world right?

and to that point, don't force it -- try to sit back and think about how you yourself see the world -- there's poetry all around you, if only you'd stay still enough to hear it. is it the way the sunlight reflects off the water of the sea? how it looks kind of like gold or silver that you can't quite touch? or maybe how a city from way up high on a plane looks kind of like scattered stars, or like tiny tributaries all feeding towards a center lake or stream?

intake -- intake the things you want to create. i've said it before and i'll keep saying it as long as people don't get tired of hearing me yammer about it -- read poetry! listen to slam poems! read them and listen to your favorites over and over again until those words become your own. i can't tell you how many times i've listened to rudy francisco's love poem medley or sarah kay and phil kaye's "when love arrives" or any number of favorites that i have! it brings me joy and also inspires me to be a better, more vivid writer

pay attention to your verbs -- yes, i know this is a pretty specific one, but there's a piece of writing advice that's goes something like "one good verb will outdo a hundred okay adjectives" and like all writing advice, take this with a grain of salt bc adjectives are GREAT lol but for instance, "said loudly" and "shouted" have very different vibes, in the same way that "shouted" and "screamed" have different vibes -- but "shouted" and "screamed" are much more visceral (or so it feels like to me), so pay attention to the verbs that your favorite writers use, and also to the motion of everyday things -- what does your heartbeat feel like when it's beating really fast? is it a murmur? a flutter? a thundering?

don't be afraid to intake knowledge. and by this i mean, be a nerd!!!! be a nerd about the things you like! read that entire wiki page on the weird niche thing, and then let your passion for it show! i wouldn't be able to write half the metaphors i do about space if i hadn't like... gone through a weird astrophysics phase and read up on like QUARKS or like STRING THEORY -- so whatever it is that you're passionate about, whatever interest, no matter how niche -- lean into it! and then make that the centerpoint of your imagery and watch how your writing blooms!

deconstruct imagery that you like from your favorite writers -- when i read novels by my fav authors, i will fucking highlight like my life depends on it LMFAO no joke like:

THREE HUNDRED AND FIFTY highlights for a book that was LITERALLY only 356 pages. i effectively had 1 highlight for every single page of the book lol -- and then i'd scroll through all my highlights and be like cool these are all the sentences i liked -- why did i like them? and how can i incorporate that structure into my own writing?

don't be too hard on yourself! try to have fun with it -- if you're writing an au about a pirate ship, then lean into the ocean metaphors, if you're writing an au about a bartender, then think about cocktails and alcohol metaphors! let the characters and the story and the settings help inform the symbolism that you use and you'll be golden!! <3

[kairiscorner]

(reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)

dang it i just got another little drabble

a late call on a stormy night with miggy.

imagine calling miguel in the middle of the night when it's raining, when you should be asleep, when you should be catching up on all the nights you should've been resting when instead all you've done was stay up and carry the multiverse on your shoulders along with him.

you know you should be sleeping, you know your body would thank you so damn much right now for falling asleep, maybe for days on end and just think of nothing. but you're not. you're wide awake because of the thunder clapping in the distance, the flashes of lightning that strike through the sky and evoke for your eyelids to fly open and forget your need to sleep.

rainy nights are wonderful to listen to, but stormy nights are the pits.

you sighed as you rubbed your eyes with your palms, wishing that the overwhelming sounds and sights would vanish as soon as they came; but unfortunately, the weather gave no sign of relenting, and you gave no sign of wanting to sleep any time soon.

you sat up in your bed, feeling like absolute crap since it's been days since your last full cycle of sleep. you ran on nothing but energy bars, instant coffee, and general workaholism. you sighed as you got up and checked your phone for the latest weather forecast, trying to distract yourself from the rain pouring outside your window and from the roaring of thunder outside.

you looked through your messages, nothing new there. but as soon as you were about to close your phone to try and regain some motivation to sleep, you received a notification from your colleague, miguel o'hara. you grumbled as you opened the conversation, hoping with all your might that he wouldn't unreasonably summon you to HQ to handle some technical problems yet again.

as soon as you opened the conversation, all you were greeted with was a singular, "are you up right now?"

you blinked in confusion, but you felt obliged to reply. "ye, wsp?" you messaged. you weren't scared of casually messaging miguel like that, unliked everyone else, you were the only one he had more casual talks with, someone he actually found comfort and fun in talking to, which was incredibly rare for the man since all he thought of was the fate of the multiverse or something.

"can we talk? like, right now." he messaged back. "but arent we talking rn" you were in the middle of typing, when all of a sudden, the screen changed from your messages with him to the screen of a call from him coming on your phone. you nearly jumped at the abrupt transition, but you bore it anyway. you clicked the accept button on the call, and you saw your own face being lit up solely by the blue light being emitted from your phone on your screen, and his end being... just his ceiling.

"uh, did you call me, or did a ghost do it for you?" you joked. "ay, mierda, sorry." miguel said hastily as he soon picked up the phone, and in a flash, you went from looking up at his boring, beige ceiling, to suddenly seeing his sculpted, tanned face; seeing up close his left hazelnut brown eye and a furrowed eyebrow. "guess i accidentally clicked the call button, sorry." he cleared up as he angled the camera to his face properly, a sign he didn't want to end the call right then and there.

you smiled as you saw him. "looking good, o'hara, for a half-asleep mess of a man." you remarked, to which he rolled his eyes, unamused. "haha, thanks." he said as he cracked a small smile as he looked away from the camera for a second. "did you get any sleep?" you asked as the thunder clapped yet again in the distance, causing you to shake a little.

he shook his head. "got too much to think about to sleep." he admitted as he looked at your shaken figure. "you okay?" he asked as he heard the rumbling of the thunder in the distance. "oh, i suppose not." he muttered as he looked at you, who got back into bed and curled up under the covers.

miguel looked at you with some form of sympathy in his eyes. "do you... want me to, oh nevermind." he put down his suggestion as he turned away, about to head back into bed himself and end the call. "to what?" you pressed him as he was about to drop the call. his finger hovered over the end call button, but he soon pulled it back and looked at you for a few seconds before he continued his thought. "would you like me to... talk to you for the night?" he suggested as he looked at you, your eyes looking back at his own, which made him look away for a little to compose himself.

"i, um... i know how much you hate the sound of thunder and the sudden flashes of lightning, i hate them, too." he admitted as he looked away from you still, trying to get to the point of what he was trying to tell you. "and, um... the way i get through them when it rains that bad here is by talking to lyla, but i remembered you don't have anyone like her, so... here i am, talking to you right now, and, uh... yeah." he mumbled.

you slowly smiled at each and every word he uttered, it made you feel like you weren't alone that night, even if you two were worlds apart, and living alone in your own homes. you nodded. "how charming." you said with a slight chuckle as you set up your phone directly across from your face as you snuggled up in your bed as the rain kept pouring and hammering down your windows and roof. "talk to me." you told him in a gentle voice as he looked at you finally and chuckled himself.

"alright..." he began as he initiated some small talk with you, which, as the long hours of the night went on, became long-winded conversations you two had almost all the time when you two were together in person. you two laughed, smiled, frowned a little, and comforted each other as the rain got louder at times, as the thunder clapped, and as the lightning striked.

"i'm so glad..." you trailed off as you yawned and miguel smiled a little seeing your yawning face. "...you were the one i could talk to tonight." you admitted to him with a grin on your face. "hey, same here." he said as he looked into your eyes from across the screen. you two didn't end the call there, however, you two kept talking to each other for a longer while throughout the night; seeming as though the night was the only time you two were truly active, truly yourselves.

the morning came not long after, and you woke up, having only remembered a few bits of the conversations you had late at night. it was pretty fuzzy, seeing as how you were sleep deprived for a week and could barely sleep due to the damned storm. you sighed as you sat up in bed, content with having at least a few hours of unbothered rest.

but soon, you jolted up in your bed to hear a guttural snore next to you. you looked around you, of course no one else was next to you physically, your bed was too small for it, plus you lived alone. then who was...? you turned around and found your phone, barely hanging on to its last percentage of battery, with miguel's sleeping face on there; him snoring loudly all the while as he mumbled your name in his sleep.

you chuckled. "good morning, miggy." you greeted him, to which miguel found himself waking up to. "hang on, i wanna talk to y... oh." he said in a groggy voice as he saw your face on his screen, with bed head and a sweet smile. "shit, how long's this been on?" he asked with a chuckle. "probably for hours." you pointed out.

he sat up in bed and turned to look at your face in the screen. "you look... pretty." he remarked as he brought his phone closer to his face. "so do you." you said in a sleepy voice. "can we, um... do what we did last night every night?" he asked in a sleepy, yet hopeful voice. "if you're up for it." you teased. "i'm always up for seeing you the moment i sleep to the moment i wake up." he admitted with a sma blush on his face. "always." he repeated as his face disappeared from your screen, with a black screen replacing him in his wake. you sighed but smiled as well, knowing you'd see him today.

"guess i'm grateful for the thunder and lightning at least once in my life."

a/n: I LOVE HIM SOSOSOSOOSOSSOSOOSO MUCH

tags !! @thecoolerdor @miguelswifey04 @luvstarrstruck