#alternative title for this drabble

[hannahmanderr]

24 for pitch pearl. unless i sent that one already. in which case. 27 for pitch pearl.

JOKE'S ON YOU I'M PUTTING BOTH IN ONE DRABBLE

~ 24. kisses for a cover ~ 27. desperate kisses ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

"Phantom, please!"

Phantom didn't understand what was being asked of him. He was only marginally aware of someone shaking him. Vigorously. It was slightly annoying, if he was being honest.

"C'mon, you gotta get up!"

"I don't wanna." That much was true. One thing he was very aware of was his pounding head. So much so that nausea churned in his stomach and he wondered if he was about to throw up.

Could ghosts even throw up?

“God Phantom, they’re coming! Why won’t you get up?”

Well he certainly didn’t know who was coming, but it had to be urgent if Danny was being so insistent with him.

Wait, Danny?

He cracked open an eye and sure enough, he was met with the sight of the blue eyes he’d fallen for so long ago. In spite of his swimming head and blurry vision, he grinned. “That’s what she said.”

It only took an instant for Danny’s face to transform from one of worry to one of utter disappointment. “Seriously? You take a hit like that from Mom and Dad and all you can do is crack jokes?”

“Only for you, darling.” Phantom allowed his head to loll backward. Maybe he could convince Danny to take a nap with him. That sounded nice.

“Oh, nuh-uh. You are not passing out on me now.” Warm hands wrapped around his shoulders and yanked him back forward. “Not until you get out of here before they find you!”

Phantom pouted. Was that something he usually did? Probably. “I don’t wanna,” he said again. A sly smile bloomed on his face. “Not unless you gimme a kiss first.”

Danny threw his head back. “Ugh! I swear, you - no, you know what? Fine.” 

If there was one thing Phantom would never tire of, it was the feeling of Danny’s lips on his. Even now, sitting half-conscious in some random alley with a boyfriend on the edge of panic, he couldn’t get enough of it. Eager to keep kissing, he prodded Danny’s closed lips with his tongue. At least he was pretty sure he did. Maybe it was less of a prod and more of a shove. He couldn’t quite tell.

Much to his displeasure, Danny pulled away. “Are you kidding me right now? You seriously wanna - no, no! We’re not getting into this right now.” Somewhere in the back of his mind, Phantom wondered if he was supposed to be participating in this conversation. “You got your kiss, now get your tail out of here before they get here!”

New voices tickled Phantom’s ears. He tilted his head. He couldn’t quite make out what they were saying, but everything still sounded muddy, in all fairness. “Oh yeah, they’re right around the corner,” he said brightly. Really, he wasn’t sure what all the fuss was about. He just wanted to get back to kissing.

Danny groaned, and Phantom found himself drawn in by the sound. Only he got the impression that was not the kind of groan Danny was intending. 

“Okay, okay, okay,” Danny muttered to himself, clutching his head in between his hands. “Think Fenton. Think.”

“Nooo, no thinking,” Phantom whined. He pawed listlessly at Danny. “Kissing.”

He couldn’t find it in him to care about the angry glare shot his way. “I swear…”

The voices grew closer.

“Argh!” Danny threw his hands up in the air. “You so owe me for covering for you like this,” he hissed, bringing his face close into Phantom’s.

Before he could respond, Danny had once again sealed his mouth over his own, and Phantom melted instantly. See? This was so much nicer than thinking. It was about time Danny saw it his way.

“Danny?”

The incredulous cries of Jack and Maddie Fenton forced the two apart. “Gah!” Danny whirled around. “Mom! Dad! Haven’t you heard of privacy?”

“Privacy?” Jack scratched his head. “But… we’re in the alley.”

Maddie held up a weak finger. “You a-and… and him?” she asked, clearly still in disbelief. “But… I-I don’t… Danny?”

Phantom smiled widely and draped himself over Danny. “Hi!” he said, greeting the two warmly. “Your son is a reeeaallly good kisser!”

Danny buried his face in his hands. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ ~ Send me a ship and a number from this ask game and I'll write a drabble or draw a sketch!

[bat-connoisseur]

Don't usually post my poetry but I liked how this one turned out.

[kagaintheskywithdiamonds]

every night a complex but completely unwritten fanfic plays in my head and increasingly lately I've been like "you know I have this thing SO fleshed out I should write it for real. man I keep thinking of these awesome sentences, they would be such raw-ass lines. tomorrow I should actually try writing some of it"

and then I don't do that

[seventeenlovesthree]

Chapter list: [Prologue] [0] [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6]

[lovelylotusf1]

Bubblegum

There's bubblegum stuck to the desk, George notes.

It's the only free place in the front row. Someone is sitting in his usual spot. George stares at him.

Dirty blonde hair sticking out from underneath a cap. A white hoodie with bright pink letters screaming at him, matching the gum glued to George's desk. Icy blue eyes glaring right back at him. A can of Red Bull underneath fingers that are tap-tap-tapping against the metal.

George sits down, the old chair creaking underneath him like it always does in this particular lecture hall. He needs to have a chat with someone about safety regulations.

“You took my spot,” George says, trying to sound neutral and polite. But his vowels are too short and his consonants are spoken through gritted teeth. His tone makes his displeasure noticeable.

The guy rolls his eyes. “I didn't see your name on it. There's lots of space in the back.”

George can't place his accent. It's harsh and melodic at the same time.

George takes out his notebook and pens, careful to avoid placing them right on the pink gum. Where he's sitting, he is desperately lacking some space.

George tries again. “I always sit here.”

“Not my problem.”

George is about to retort when the professor starts talking. He hadn't even heard her come in.

He snaps his head back to his notebook and opens it. He carefully writes the headline “Lecture 3” and underlines it before writing the date in a neat little box in the top right corner.

The lesson continues like usual. He meticulously takes notes, asks for clarification multiple times, marks passages for when he should consult the textbook at home.

He ignores the guy next to him. Or tries to, at least. But every scratch of his neighbor's pen against paper burrows its way deep inside George's brain. Every sip of an energy drink next to him irritates George to no end.

He is thankful that he writes with a pen. If it were a pencil, it would have snapped in half not even ten minutes into the lesson, wood crumbling under the pressure of George's iron grip.

George wishes that something bad would happen. Just to have something external match his discomfort within.

He curses himself the second it happens. The professor announces group projects. Of course, the groups are determined by seating position.

George turns around, feeling a bit like a robot going through preprogrammed motions. He comes face to face with the guy who took his seat and is now offering his hand in return.

“I'm Max Verstappen. What's your name? So I can write a sign to reserve the desk for you next time.”

The pink letters on his chest seem to mock George. Pink like the bubblegum on the desk that's not his, on the desk that he had been forced to sit at.

George takes the offered hand with a smile that's frozen in place and a handshake that cuts off his circulation. “George Russell. Nice to meet you.”

[wanderingblindly]

Lestappen 45/46 pretty please

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Really had to brush off the cobwebs from the lestappen part of my brain LMAOOO but thank you for the challenge!!! Angry/jealousy/envy suits them so well!!! Link for prompts :)

Hometown Hero

Forewarning for general rancid behavior in an established “enemies with benefits” relationship

It’s like this more often than not: one of them closing the hotel door too harshly, the other stumbling over drunken feet. Who plays which role depends on the circumstances, depends on who tasted champagne and who felt the weight of their nation break their jaw on the asphalt.

Charles giggles as he leans against the entryway wall, not even bothering to take off his shoes. He closes his eyes, not needing to see to know, because he felt it — he felt Max’s grip on his forearm as they stormed through the hallways, felt the fire in his eyes from across the club.

“You’ve become pretty pathetic, huh?” Charles says, the words light on his tongue. He opens his eyes when Max grabs his shoulders, shoving him into the room. “World champion, but he cannot win in the Netherlands.” He pouts, head lolling about with the force. “So sad.”

“Too far, Charles.” Max grinds out, tossing him onto the bed. Charles giggles, falling onto the duvet with a huff before propping himself up on his elbows.

Max said worse to him, during those many years in Monaco. He said worse when Charles pinned him against the bathroom counter and fucked him in front of the mirror, he said worse when he made Charles come until he cried.

And now, having tasted Monaco’s bay with a victor’s tongue, Charles wants blood.

“Strip.” Max demands, and Charles clicks his tongue.

Lazily, indulgently, Charles lifts his foot. “Loser takes off my shoes.”

“I’m not —“

“Ah,” He tuts, watching an angry flush build on Max’s cheeks — just like when they were boys. “Did you win? The anthem, did they play it for you?”

Max says nothing, grinding his teeth.

Charles bares his in a devious smile.

It plays in his head, from a night opposite this one: “You’re the opposite of me, Charles. Never a winner.”

And so he returns the favor: “If you are not a winner, you are what, Max?”

A pause. Max bends slightly at the knee, lowering himself to the floor.

Charles hadn’t tasted first place today, but this is somehow sweeter. “Now, take off my shoes.”

At the repeated demand, Max looks up at him — their eyes lock for a moment. He looks enraged, smoldering with a fire so hot it could char bone. His eyes, icy blue, almost make Charles flinch in their intensity. But he doesn’t. Instead, he moves to press the sole of his shoe against Max’s chest — pushing against him. Hard.

“My shoe, Max.”

It moves too quickly for Charles’s inebriated brain, because Max strikes like a cobra: vicious and silent. In an instant, he grabs Charles’s ankle, tosses his leg to the side, and rises to his feet. Max looms over him, reaching to wrap his hand around Charles’s neck — to slam him back into the duvet.

“Max,” Charles tries to bite, words cut off as Max presses more of his weight into his hand. His eyes blow wide, something new crossing Max’s face.

Max hasn’t been unfamiliar to him since they were boys, hasn’t scared him as long as he’s known him.

As quick as it comes, it goes; Max flexes his hand and leans down to kiss him. It’s harsher than the force of a popped bottle, the way Max crushes into him — grasp tight, tongue almost suffocating, nips against his lips stinging.

Charles tries to fight for the upper hand, tries to push his hands against Max’s shoulders and flip them. But it’s no use, Max’s mouth and hand and weight trapping him too thoroughly.

With a victorious smile, Max swallows the choked gasp he wrings from Charles’s throat. In that moment, maybe it’s as good as champagne

[novella-november]

Novella November 2024 Announcement Post

Hate AI, but love writing challenges?

Want to take part in a global, fun project to write a Novella in one month?

Grab some friends, and take part in Novella November, by writing 1,000 words a day for the month of November, ending with a 30,000 word Novella to test and stretch your novel-writing skills!

Your goal is not perfection, but merely getting into the habit of writing a litte bit every single day :D

No website, no sign-ups -- Just a community initiative to write using only your own word!

What are the rules? Just Three so far!

#1 - No AI

#2 - No Plagiarizing

#3 - Wordcount for the month should only come from what you write during the month.

What does that mean?

Only words written during November should go towards your Wordcount for the month... but! Feel free to use your 30k words as a continuation of previous writing, or just make it the first 30k words in a longer novel!

Don't think you can write a whole entire 30k word story? Write a series of short stories that total up to 30k!

Not ready to write original works yet? Write a 30k word fanfiction that you can post after the month is over!

Share your writing experience, tips, encouragement, and questions in the #Novella November tag!

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EDIT, from the tags: Want a progress tracker? Track your progress with TrackBear!

https://trackbear.app/

Don't have a word processor? Use LibreOffice , the free and open-source alternative to Microsoft Word!

Want to organize/storyboard your Novel and don't want to pay a subscription? Try 7writer by Simon Haynes!

Want to be able to listen to your story aloud for proofreading using TTS (text to speech)? Try Balabolka!

Or, create some custom progress / Goal Cards in advance you can fill out as you reach word goals! For ideas and templates, search this blog for "goal cards" :D

Want to do a writing challenge in more than just November? Check out my ideas here for year round challenges to keep you writing consistently! Got feedback? Send it in, I'd love to see everyone's ideas!

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EDIT 2: I almost forgot to mention, if you are unable to write/type your story, you can also narrate/dictate your story to your preferred recording device!

If you're doing a Recording only and it doesn't automatically generate a transcript, it would obviously be hard to judge the word count -- but you're also working with a lot of obstacles, so I'd say if you're able to complete your story via voice recording from start to finish, you've definitely achieved the goal!

Edit #3: added the title "Novella November 2024 announcement post" to the top to make it more standard with my Ominous October and Drabble December posts (will be updating Outline October shortly) , added "Official Announcement Post 2024" to the tags so people can easily find the monthly events for 2024, and added a bit of bold to the third bullet point in the original post from September 2nd 2024 for emphasis.

[awrkive]

[TEASER] CATCH YOUR WAVE (m) — JJK.

the last thing you expected when you strolled into your new school is to become the favorite project of the 5’11” tatted-up overly enthusiastic, golden-retriever-in-human-form PE teacher, jeon jungkook. he’s all goofy grins, bad math puns, and relentless charm, while you’re busy pretending you’re immune to his antics... spoiler alert: you’re not. and that infuriates you. 

alternatively, jungkook tries to prove that opposites don’t just attract — they collide. a classic case of one plus one equals: “oh, no. i like him.”

PAIRING jeon jungkook x (female) reader

GENRE r18+ (fuff, slight angst, mature content) MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

WORD COUNT ~15k (still working around the final wc)

TEASER WORD COUNT 1.8k words

WARNINGS/MISC teachers!au, pe teacher!jk, math teacher!reader, seven!jungkook, himbo!jk, coworkers!au (works in the same school), oc gets kinda mean sometimes but jungkook likes it lmfao, extremely corny pick up lines.. he tries 💔 2000s romcoms references (sorry) warnings for this teaser: nothing major. just bad math puns delivered by himbo jungkook :')

NOTES inspired by the whole “can she gaf me💔” vibes in the seven mv (by jungkook) and ultimately the click five’s song, catch your wave (hence the title🥸 pls listen to the song for the whole vibes hehe <3). ive been wanting to write himbo jk for awhile bcs all my jks are like … smart so far so i thought wait we need to change that. gahhhh im so so freaking excited ive been thinking about writing this ever ever since i wrote that one himbo jk drabble 💃🏼

[ CYW MOODBOARD ] • [ MAIN MASTERLIST ]

RELEASE DATE 2025, JUNE xx | 01:00 AM KOREAN STANDARD TIME (GMT+9)

They say life is a balance of good and bad days, and you’re not a pessimistic person, but sometimes enough is enough. How is your week already this bad when it’s just barely started? 

Sunday morning, when you picked up your laundry from the shop, you were too late to realize that you mixed not just one but two white underwear with the colored loads. You’d blame it on the fact that they were too tiny, too flimsy for you to notice. But you know you should’ve double-checked before putting them in the machine. And now you have lost two panties. And in this economy? That shit cost a ton. 

When Monday came and the head of the Math Department informed you there was a sudden shift in your schedule for the semester, it meant that instead of teaching three Algebra classes for tenth graders, you’re also teaching pre-Algebra for eighth graders, meaning you’re gonna have to cross the long walk from the high school building to the middle school one, the latter being all the way to the left wing, completely the opposite side of the right wing where the faculty room and your initial classes are. 

Today, you’ve woken up with your WiFi not connected to the internet (something you have to talk to your landlord about when you come back home) and just two minutes ago, you realized you forgot to take your coffee order with you from the cafe across your school building, the sad garlic bread you bought along with it staring right at you without its beloved beverage pair. 

Truthfully, it might be your last straw. How the hell is this happening to you out of all people? The semester is just starting, for god’s sake, and you’re already hanging on by a thread. 

You take a deep breath on your seat before standing up from your cubicle, heading to the coffee machine by the snack bar.

You hate the coffee here. Whatever brand they keep on stocking the pantry with, it’s too naturally sweet – and you don’t like your coffee with sugar. 

But you have no choice but to make do. The cafe’s too far out and your first class starts in about twenty minutes. 

“Good morning, Ms. Math Genius – ready to crunch some numbers today?” 

As if this day couldn’t get any worse, you shut your eyes close for a moment when you hear the familiar voice. 

You stir your coffee with downturned lips.

“Only if you promise to flex those brain muscles—” You say, turning to look to the side. Much to your expectation, it’s Jeon Jungkook, leaning casually against the wall with that usual faux suave he keeps on around you – which you can’t take seriously because his big doe eyes tell you a completely different story. He’s wearing some Nike dri fit shirt, one that’s too tight around his chest and accentuates a comparatively tiny waist that you have to force your eyes upwards. But as they do, they land on the biceps that are straining against the poor material. It wasn’t lost on you though that one second after, they’re suddenly flexing. You arch your brow as you glance a look on his face. “—as much as you flex those biceps.” 

Jungkook’s lips curl into a huge grin, expecting the jab. 

“You know it!” He chuckles, running his fingers through his bangs. “I’m all about solving problems, and I’d say my favorite equation is you plus me equals a perfect start to the day.” 

You fight a loud groan from escaping your lips as soon as he says that, giving him a certain look before shaking your head and going back to your coffee. 

But you should’ve known better by now, because Jungkook – aside from being a PE teacher extraordinaire and every student’s favorite at that, Thee Football Coach, 5’11” tatted brunette with a long, fluffy hair paired with an objectively, annoyingly attractive face – is persistent. 

Most especially when it comes to annoying you. 

A few steps, and then you feel him getting closer to you. 

“Did you know that—” 

You roll your eyes. That’s it. If it’s another one of his corny math pick-up lines again you swear to god— 

“Jungkook, you don’t have to keep doing this everyda—” 

“—we’re like parallel lines?” 

“What.”

“Did you know that we’re like parallel lines?” Jungkook repeats earnestly, just like he always does. When he’s up in your personal space like this, it’s easy to get a waft of his cologne – and your annoyance could’ve been justified if he smelled like shit but somehow, even though he looks like he just got back from a run judging by his running shoes and gym bag, he still smells… okay. 

Just okay. As in, you don’t care how good he smells like or how he smells at all.

You make sure to keep that thought at the back of your head. 

“No.” You say, hoping to dismiss the conversation right there as you pick up the cup of coffee from the machine, ready to turn on your heel, but then Jungkook laughs ever so slightly and gives your arm a barely-there poke.

“Come on, entertain me a little.” 

You squint your eyes at him. He challenges your stare with a growing smile on his face. Scoffing, you roll your eyes again before you put the paper cup back on the table. With a sigh, you cross your arms and look at Jungkook. For a split second, his eyes cast downwards to your chest level but he quickly snaps out of it. 

“Okay… we’re like parallel lines… why? Because we’ll never meet?” You say in response to his little request, keeping your tone impassive. 

Jungkook’s eyes slowly widen at your words, smile slowly dropping – as if the logic of your words have ruined one of his million pick-up lines again. 

“I– no! What? I meant, we’re like, always running to each other! Side by side. Parallel lines.”

“Okay… so still never meeting?” You ask impatiently, brows furrowing. 

Jungkook mirrors your confusion. Then, he raises a hand, one finger up. “One second. I’ll fix this–” he takes his phone out from his pocket, types on it quickly, lip jutting out as he reads whatever he’s looking up, and then, “Ohh, I might have meant asymptote lines. We’re like asymptote lines.” 

Your face contorts into even deeper confusion. Holy shit, you’re not dealing with this very early on in the morning, especially not after the circumstances of the past hours.

“Asymptote lines are more depressing than parallel lines if we’re talking metaphorically.” 

Jungkook squints his eyes at you, suspicious. “Are you sure?”

“I would hope I know my lines, Jungkook. I teach them everyday.” 

He laughs again, eyes crinkling at the corners cutely, and you hate how that tugs something at your heartstrings. 

You catch yourself right at that moment.

Jeon Jungkook is not cute. You keep in mind. He’s not cute. 

Jungkook thinks you’re so cute. Gorgeous, most of all, and unbelievably so. You and your signature furrowed brows and pink pouty lips.

As usual, you have your hair up in a clean bun today, and Jungkook can smell the lace of sweet vanilla from you as he takes a step closer to get a cup for himself. 

He loves the coffee here. Whatever brand they keep stocking the pantry with, it’s sweet as fuck. Just like how Jungkook likes his caffeine dose. Kind of like you, he thinks. 

Jungkook casts a quick glance at you again, can't really help himself when you're so pretty, although he makes sure to be subtle about it.

You’re wearing another one of your pencil skirts, one that he has to avoid staring at for longer than three seconds lest his mind takes him too far – but the upper view is even more of a torture, unfortunaly for him. Because as much as you wear the same outfit every single day and it should mean that Jungkook should get used to it by now, he can never be immune to your silk long sleeves, where you keep the top three buttons open – and as much as Jungkook tries to pry his gaze away from the exposed skin down from your neck, it’s like there’s a strange force in the universe that keeps him on it. Doesn’t really help that you like crossing your arms under your chest, too, making his mind run a mile per minute at the thoughts that form inside his head when a very apparent cleavage shows—

Alright. Damn. It’s like 8 am. 

And you were saying something about lines…

“Yeah? I hope you can teach me too, I need to—” 

“Goodbye, Mr. Jeon.” You cut him off before he can even finish his sentence, taking your coffee with you as you head to the direction of your cubicle. 

The nickname makes Jungkook’s lips curl up. He probably shouldn’t smile, given that you only ever call him that when you want to cut the conversation with him short. But he can’t help it, it sounds sweet coming from your pretty lips. 

In an attempt to not look like a fool, Jungkook bites his lip as he watches your disappearing figure, your heels clicking on the floor as you walk away. Your legs look so long in that grey pencil skirt, and it really should be criminal how you look like that even when you’re just showing your back. 

In his trance, he forgets about the brewing coffee in his cup and absentmindedly takes it out while the machine is still running, the hot liquid pouring from the nozzle quickly burning the skin on his finger. 

“Oh, shit!” He hisses, jumping from the shock, almost knocking his coffee out but thankfully he manages to catch it on time, just as when another member of the faculty walks by the snack bar. 

With an awkward smile, Jungkook raises a thumbs up to Mrs. Lee. 

“Good morning, Mrs. Lee. Looking rad as always.” He cheerfully greets, and Mrs. Lee’s confusion from seeing him fumble with his cup earlier quickly turns into a coo. 

“Oh, Mr. Jeon, you charming kid. I was just gonna get my cup of coffee.” She says, walking towards his direction. 

Jungkook adjusts the strap of his gym bag to his shoulder and takes a cup for Mrs. Lee with a grin, making her smile. 

She thanks him and with a playful salute, Jungkook goes toward the general direction of his cubicle, and because the PE department and Math department are just across from each other, he walks past you, typing something on your iPad before you look around and catch his gaze.

Jungkook automatically waves, smiling brightly, but you only frown, shutting your iPad close and ignoring him.

Amused, Jungkook tries to fight off a huge grin, taking a few long strides to get to his own cubicle. 

His day is already off to a good start.

© 𝐀𝐖𝐑𝐊𝐈𝐕𝐄 2025. all rights reserved. copying, editing, reposting and/or translating any of my works are not allowed.

[crabsnpersimmons]

i realize i never posted these boys

these are my boys for my restaurant AU: "Have You Eaten?"

the basic premise is this: Y/N works a stressful job where keeping up appearances is paramount. They often treat their clients to a meal at their favourite restaurant, run by the DCA boys—the nutrition-conscious chef Sun, the sweet and friendly chef Moon, and the charming front of house Eclipse. Y/N always orders something small and light so they can focus on talking with their client and maintaining appearances—nothing too large, nothing messy, nothing indulgent. Then after the meal, they walk their client to their car and they wait for their client to leave. Secretly, Y/N is a glutton. Once their client leaves, they hurry back to the restaurant, where their true meal is hot and ready for them.

Eclipse: Welcome back, Starlight! Ready for your second course?

Moon: Do you wanna skip straight to dessert? I tried a new recipe for donuts!

Sun: No. The hour is late, you should have something simple and adequately filling before bed.

Eclipse: Or... maybe you're interested in something "off the menu?"

they're a silly bunch (:

some other notes under the cut

the title is "Have You Eaten?" which is a common greeting in multiple languages. There's something warm about being greeted with this check-in to make sure you that have taken care of your body.

the restaurant is mostly based on a Hong Kong style cafe (a cha chaan teng) but the specials change often and often branch into other types of dishes and cuisines, because the boys like to experiment with new recipes.

Eclipse does have 4 arms, but he usually hides his second pair away because he's found it disturbed customers.

they can eat as an alternative method of recharging, and they can turn off their taste buds. Sun in particular has a bad habit of eating food scraps.

the DCA's relationship with each other is... complicated? They don't exactly like each other but are forced by their code to remain within a certain distance to each other. So they begrudgingly work and live together and cause trouble for each other's lives.

despite having separate bodies, their code forces them to stay within a certain radius (1515 feet, or the approximate distance between the 2 furthest points of the Mega Pizzaplex). They wear clip-on earrings to extend the range whenever they need extra space (usually Eclipse, hence why he has so many).

Eclipse is the oldest—he was built first for the theatre. Many years later, Eclipse was moved to the daycare to entertain children. But since they were short-staffed, Sun and Moon were built using Eclipse's code to help him at the daycare.

their pizzaplex was left to ruin and the three of them got out and were picked up by an old chef, who took them in and taught them everything he knows before leaving his restaurant to them and passing away.

i would like to write something for this AU. The main story still needs some work, but I have a lot of little drabble ideas that I might write. Or maybe it will be an AU full of drabbles. That's a possibility too. Although I would like to explore stories with other y/ns, like one who is a picky eater, one who has a lot of food allergies, etc.

also head's up: innuendos. innuendos everywhere. (most of which are Eclipse's fault)

[last-words-ofashootingstar]

Baby Masterlist

❥Yandere Park Seonghwa x fem reader

❥Featuring Platonic ATEEZ x reader

♡'･ᴗ･'♡genre: yandere, hardcore angst, occasional smut

➯a/n: this is a work of fiction and does NOT represent a healthy little and caregiver relationship, or a healthy relationship of any kind. that being said, i love dark stories and i love this story from the bottom of my heart and that's probably a weird thing to say about your own stories but idc my fics are made of my blood, sweat and tears!! this one mostly tears... ENJOY !

❝you're my baby, say it to me❞ ✧ ೃ༄ ｡

♫ Baby Playlist ♫

ಠ_ಠwarning/content: stockholm syndrome, angst, forced little space, hwa is NOT mentally okay (no one is); more descriptive warnings in individual chapters. DARK CONTENT. ANGST. DEAD DOVE.

you can also find answers to asks about this series under #baby series

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CANON TIMELINE

Full chapters of Seonghwa and his Baby, listed chronologically.

Serendipity

Ptolemaea

Rapunzel

Nothing Fucks With My Baby

Medicine

Losing Dogs (originally titled "Baby")

Mess

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ALTERNATIVE TIMELINES

What If?

Nothing Fucks With My Baby: Uncooperative Baby

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NON-LINEAR

Drabbles, headcanons, and other miscellaneous goodies.

Baby-ya♡︎ (a letter from mommy hwa)

Mommy Hwa's Rules (and the subsequent punishments for breaking them...)

Baby Senses

Flowers In Your Hair

Georgia on My Mind

SHORTCAKE! (mingi focused drabbles)

LITTLE BEAR! (jongho focused drabbles)

Baby! Headcanons (for members and Hwa)

A deep dive into Baby's relationships with the members

wet and messy: mommy!hwa hard thoughts

incorrect quotes

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[clairewritesfanfics]

Invincible MASTERLIST

Route: Mark Grayson | Invincible & Variants

Multi-chaptered fics

Villain Creation System (a quick transmigration fic involving an isekai'd Reader)

Invincible Variants: Origins

No Goggles Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5 (last part)

Sinister

Mohawk

Prisoner

Omni-Mark

Branching Route: Viltrumite!Mark Grayson

Nail Reader Character Settings: Gender neutral, partial to completely blind Synopsis: He's the quiet, genius transfer that the grownups praised to high heaven, you're the chew toy for every bully in and out of school. He may have been the boy who lives next door, but he might as well have been a stranger. As far as you're concerned, you have no place in each other's life. You didn't think a cheap notebook would change that.

Milf Reader and Vil Mark

Harem Route: Standalones/One-shots

The Idea of You (working title) Reader Character Settings: AFAB, she/her Synopsis: You are a normal human, all things considered, but having the ability to see future events has doomed you to a life as the GDA's pawn. However, what begins as one uneventful day results in your whole world getting turned upside down by the echoes of a man you've only ever seen in your dreams.

Alt: The variants break the Reader out of her prison in GDA headquarters.

Drabbles/Imagines/One-shots

Rick Sanchez-level genius Reader who drags Angstrom to the wasteland where he sent the Marks

Cheating men must die

Variant!Mark Grayson who treats you way more kindly than he does everybody else

Variants encounter Invincible!Reader during the Invincible War

Variants with a chaotic evil Reader with Scarlet Witch powers

Variants react to their Reader wanting to break up with them (she's pregnant or scared that if she does have a child with them the baby will end up being forced to follow in their footsteps)

Reader gets replaced by an alternate version of themselves and the Marks find out

Main Mark and variants whose Reader gets into a motorbike accident

Variants and a childhood friend turned girlfriend that became blind before childhood was over

Doctor Strange/Herta Reader

Captured Mark (this is the variant that Angstrom interviewed and the one was captured by genderbent Cecil and Donald)

Short angst with Captured Mark

Male!Reader confesses to Mark and the variants (Main Mark, Full Mask, Maskless, Mohawk, Prisoner)

Zombie AU

Headcanons

Mark Grayson Variants as Husbands:

Emperor, Mohawk, No Goggles, Omni-Mark, Prisoner Mark

Cap Mark, Full Mask Mark, Maskless Mark, Shiesty Mark, Sinister Mark, Viltrumite Mark

Their pet names for you

If you one day you looked different, bordering on non-human, would he recognize you?

Fluff Alphabet for Mark Grayson Variants:

Mohawk

Omni-Mark

Prisoner

Harem AU

Chibi Reader

Male Lead Clichés and Tropes

Full Mask, No Goggles, Prisoner and Target as otome game male leads because why not (ver. campus life)

Main Mark and variants find out Reader draws them

Main Mark and variants find a way to prolong Reader's life but Reader does not want that

Main Mark and variants whose Reader gets up at night to draw them

Main Mark and variants with a clumsy reader

Variants with a paraplegic Reader

Variants fight a superhero Reader with shapeshifting powers

Variants with an asexual Reader

Variants with a Reader who loves to feed them

Variants (No Goggles, Prisoner, Shiesty, Sinister) with a waterbender Reader

Variants (Emperor/Target, Shiesty, Sinister, Viltrumite) who are soft only for their Reader

Main Mark and variants with a Frieren-like Reader

Music as Writing Prompts

Prisoner and Main Mark really fit Would You Fall in Love with Me Again

Happy Evil Love

Love with the Marks as told in Taylor Swift lyrics. Part 1, Part 2

Disclaimer: The images used in this post do not belong to writerclaire. They were lifted from the following sources:

Invincible flying

Alternate Invincibles

The image of Viltrumite Mark fighting is a screencap from the TV show.

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[eepyhoney]

AMNESIA [ prompt ]

alternate title: Together Again ⋆˙⟡ Caleb x f!reader ⋆˙⟡ ambiguous drabble ⋆˙⟡ angst? ⋆˙⟡ 349 words ⋆˙⟡

A mission gone wrong, a battle against a vicious wanderer lead to another near-death experience.

Only this time, your heart did stopped beating - death upon arrival at Willow Medical Center, the cold atmosphere weight heavily in the air as the doctor relayed the news to the Farspace Fleet Colonel.

Caleb would've snapped, his last strand of sanity, his anchor to reality, his homing beacon - his pipsqueak, slipping out of his reach again and into the abyssal realm of death.

Until unexpectedly your heart miraculously revived not soon after, shocking everyone into a stupor.

And Caleb? He was too relieved to care of other's disbelief as he immediately rushed to your side. Thanking whatever deity above for not taking you away from him - not after everything he did in his power to protect you.

After weeks of undergoing recovery and Caleb finally permitted to visit you, he was neither affected or surprise when you stared at him with a guarded and confused gaze in your eyes.

"Who.. are you..?"

Ah the familiar question, one Caleb had hoped not to relive ever again since their wretched childhood.

Only a brief heartache, a twinged in his heart until a particular thought cross his mind, a thought to finally bind you to him once and for all.

The thought that sent a thrill through him as Caleb easily masked his expression with a warm loving smile before taking a seat beside your hospital bed.

"Its okay.. Its okay if you forget." He spoke softly, the flowers he brought placed neatly on your lap as he gently grasp your hand. His touch careful and soothing and it did help ease a bit of the tenseness you felt around him despite the lingering confusion in your mind.

"Even if you don't remember anything. I can always say it again." A paused, a small shaky sigh as he locked eyes with you. "I'm Caleb.."

He brought your intertwined hand up close to his lips, planting a tender kiss against your skin, his eyes never leaving yours as he uttered his final words.

"And I'm your husband."

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a/n: an open prompt that /might/ turn into a fic someday but unsure. if anyone wanna write this out feel free! please tag me though bc I would love to read it 𖹭

[chiwhorei]

➽───ᴄᴜᴘɪᴅ’s ᴄʜᴏᴋᴇʜᴏʟᴅ───────────────────❥

➽───────ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛ ʟɪsᴛ | ʀᴜʟᴇs | ᴇᴠᴇɴᴛ: ᴏᴘᴇɴ───❥

Alternate title: Cupid’s Cuckold

❥ Cupid’s Chokehold: Chiwhorei’s V-Day Event is open for prompt requests 2/11/25 - 2/15/25.

I will write: Hard incest, stepcest, ddlg, age gaps, noncon, dubcon, somno, rape, abuse, kidnapping, torture, knife play, gun play, breath play, necro, piss

I will not write: Pedophilia, scat, adult x minor

❥ I will write for any of the following fandoms, however the ones in pink will be prioritized because of, ya know, brain worms

Love and Deepspace, Baulder’s Gate, ATSV (Miguel O’Hara), Hazbin Hotel, Chainsaw Man, Naruto, JJK, BNHA, Haikyuu, Fire Force, Dragon Ball, Attack on Titan, Demon Slayer, Black Clover

❥ ᴅᴏʟʟɪᴇ’s ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇs: DDLG, hard and diet incest, rape, torture, yearning and the unbearable melancholy

Let’s keep this simple, open the prompt list, pick a character, send me an ask. Minors, as always, fuck off. All event drabbles will be tagged #chiwhorei’s.chokehold

જ⁀➴ xᴏxᴏ, ᴅᴏʟʟɪᴇ

❥ ᴄʜɪᴡʜᴏʀᴇɪ.2025©️ ᴀʟʟ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ ʙᴇʟᴏɴɢs ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇ. Dᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴄᴏᴘʏ ᴏʀ ʀᴇᴘᴏsᴛ.

[whitedovebby]

A/N: Okay, I haven't written for Leon in so long, so I hope this isn't ooc 😭 it's just a cute lil drabble I thought of when I woke up this morning, so I hope you all enjoy! <3 (ps, there's no title because I'm terrible at titles, hehe).

TW: Nothing, I think? Aside from kisses alluding to more.

WC: 668 (proofread a few times over, but I'm sorry if I missed any mistakes!)

Banner made by me, floral borders made by @/sweetmelodygraphics!

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Leon sat slouched against your headboard, his hoodie slightly bunching around his shoulders when he shifted on his side to face you. The waning sunlight poured in through the windowpanes, drenching your room in a honeyed hue while Radiohead murmured from the stereo, each note blending with the fading warmth of the day.

Having finally graduated from the police academy, Leon had a little free time before his assignment to Raccoon City, and he was spending as much of that remaining time with you as possible. You were particularly upset that he hadn't been assigned to the local department, but certain mandates required newly graduated officers to do service in other designated areas for a specific period. So, you sucked it up, vowing to support him no matter what. He'd chosen Raccoon City because it was the closest alternative, after all, so you would still be able to visit him sometimes. It wouldn't be forever, either.

In the meantime, you were going to soak him up as much as you possibly could.

Your eyes trailed over his profile, his hoodie framing his neck, the edges curling at the seams like it had been washed one too many times. One of his hands fidgeted, playing with a crease in your bedsheets, but his boyish grin told you he was anything but uncomfortable with your undivided fixation.

“You're staring,” he stated, his voice light and warm as he teased you, though his cheeks pinked a little under your gaze.

“I'm allowed to stare,” you shot back, scooting closer until your knees bumped his. “You're cute like this– relaxed for once. No cop training, no pressure. Just you.”

Leon's smile faltered, but only because it softened into something more tender. “Yeah?” He mused, looking down at his fiddling hand. “Guess I'm not used to hearing that,” you scooched closer still. “Usually, it's more like ‘no slouching, Kennedy,’ or ‘fix your posture,' Kennedy.’” His laugh was airy, barely there, and his eyes crinkled at the corners, yet there was still a certain shyness about the way he reached up to rub the back of his neck.

You leaned in a little further, your fingers brushing the hem of his hoodie. “Well, I like you like this… slouched, soft... comfortable.”

Before he could respond, you tugged at the fabric, gently pulling him in until his nose brushed yours. He huffed softly, and for a second, he froze like he almost wasn't sure what to do next, despite the many months you two had already been together. Then, with a slow, tentative confidence, he tilted his head and closed the gap to kiss you.

His lips were warm and pillowy, a little uncoordinated, and the way his hand hovered uncertainly near your waist made you smile against him. He was so silly, still being so cautious every time the two of you got the slightest bit close. It was endearing, really.

Grabbing his wrist, you guided his touch to your hip, the small catch in his breath almost enough to make you laugh.

“Something funny?” He asked, speaking into your mouth. You felt the corner of his lips twitch, and yours did the same in response. Your breaths mingled momentarily, your finger twirling around one of his hoodie drawstrings.

“You,” your voice was melodic and playful. “After nearly a year, you still act like you're terrified to touch me.”

Leon pulled back a fraction, his pretty eyes searching yours, and that ridiculously gorgeous lopsided grin plastered itself across his face. With a gentle pull, he pressed his lips against yours with an assuredness that hadn’t been there before. Of course, you knew he had it in him. He had proven as much many times before.

With an almost soundless thud, you dropped back onto untidy sheets and brought Leon with you. Clothes came off and scattered on the floor like fallen confetti, and the worn plush of his hoodie turned into skin soft enough to catch a sigh–which it did.

Many, in fact.

[wickedsmille]

masterlist (of sorts)

Hey, look, I made a title that accurately and concisely reflects what this will be about! Which I rarely do with titles! (Go me uwu) But this is where any rough drafts, ideas, partial fics, drabbles and all the other stuff I don't wanna edit and polish up for ao3.

ao3

fics & drabbles

jaytim

Jason, PTSD and Tim hugs

WIP Wednesday sneaky peeky

WIP snippet where they're both totally normal about each other

another drabble where they're normal about each other no worries

vigilante personas are people too (or where the costumes are sentient) // Part 2 // Part 3

monster mash sequel snippet

chaotic Tim's alternative to therapy snippet

Dragon rider!Tim and dragon!Jason snippet

gen

Tim runs into Jaybin

de-aged!Jason and it's Tim's problem

Tim finds Jason's Costco card

social worker!Jason and street kid!Tim

Jason wonder/awe/disgust at Tim's habits: the drabble

tiny timmy turned tiny t-assassin

not fics or w/e

jaytim

bantering back and forth part 1 // bantering back and forth part 2

gen

Tim and energy drinks

Jason calls Tim cheese

only in gotham part 2

health coping mechanisms? Dick, Tim and Jason never heard of her

Tim & Steph friend supremacy

elf on a shelf but Jason flavored // elf on a shelf but Tim flavored

Tim got jokes for Jason

Jason learns a little more about Tim's childhood but funny

[screamlet]

fic masterpost: 118 daily drabbles

alright. here's everything.

AO3 SERIES HOMEPAGE

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STANDALONES

play your love songs all night long

pairing: bucktommy (unless otherwise noted) rating: mature/explicit; status: complete; word count: 6.9k tags: noted in the table of contents/drabble titles

Turns out this is exactly 50 standalone drabbles! Chapter 1 is a table of contents with an excerpt from each one. Uh. I think the rest is in the author's note up front.

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SERIES (5)

breakup/breakdown

pairing(s): bucktommy; buck x omc rating: explicit; status: complete; word count: 22k tags: future fic; cheating/infidelity (emotional and physical); second chances; endgame bucktommy

Series Summary:

Two years after they broke up, Buck and Tommy meet again. It's the second chance neither of them asked for—or wanted.

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blow up that chopper!

pairing: bucktommy rating: mature; status: complete; word count: 3.4k tags: breaking up/making up; near death experience; tommy's dad; fix-it fic; angst with a happy ending

Series Summary:

Buck reads to himself: If my grief is violent enough, perhaps he will come back to life again. It sits uncomfortably on his tongue until the sirens blare. They jump into action, but Buck freezes at the bottom of the stairs. "Mayday, mayday, mayday, companies respond to an explosion at Harbor Station."

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5 times buck and tommy tried to divorce each other and the time they finally gave up

pairing: bucktommy rating: mature; status: complete; word count: 800 words tags: breaking up (attempted)/making up; fix-it fic; 5+1 things; exes; happy ending

Series Summary:

"We can't keep doing this," Evan says quietly. "Could we not do this now? We're hurt, we're not thinking straight." "We're never thinking straight and if you turn that into a joke—" Evan doesn't finish his threat and Tommy doesn't make a joke; things are dire. They've been dire, today and for a while, but it feels different.

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tommy begins

pairing: mostly gen, a couple of tommy x omc rating: mature; status: complete; words: 1k tags: queer characters, queer themes, closeted character, homophobia (internalized and... not so much); coming out, pre-canon (pre season 1)

Series Summary:

Drabbles set during Tommy's time at the 118 and at Harbor. Featuring characters from the Begins episodes and OC's from Harbor.

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a study of medevacs in metropolitan areas

pairing: bucktommy rating: explicit; status: complete; word count: 1.2k tags: alternate universe (med student buck, medevac pilot tommy); coming out; just some cute shit okay

Series Summary:

Buck, fully insane, runs out of the elevator and towards the roaring chopper on the helipad. He wants the sound to drown out his doubt. "Are you the pilot? Kinard?" He's the brightest thing in this dingy, ancient hospital; it's even more insane to look directly at him. * Evan Buckley, second-year medical student, falls for Tommy Kinard, local hot medevac pilot.