#bex's drabbles

[babyboywilson]

dean thinks cas likes him… he’s pretty sure… he thinks so anyway…. but he wasn’t going to be the one to make a move on a freakin’ angel. he’d let cas make the first move if that was something cas wanted. but days turned into weeks and months and then years with no attempts from cas to pursue dean. so dean buried his feelings. it was probably just his own unrequited desires reflecting back at him. he could live with pining and yearning.

it wasn’t until late one night, the two of them researching in the bunker library together with glasses of scotch next to each of their hands, that cas said something.

cas looked up at dean, darted his gaze down to the tomb in front of him, and looked back up at dean again. the flickering movement made dean glance up, and he locked eyes with cas; raising an eyebrow to silently ask cas what was up.

“we should get married,” cas said.

dean grinned.

yes. cas definitely liked him.

[bexsld]

I’m gonna go finish all the Gelphie prompts I gave myself in 2017.

I’ve got like 40 dumb dialogue prompts I found on pinterest in a word document.

I wish I was kidding.

[datarevived]

--  Ⅸ : ғᴀᴜʟᴛ

" I need you to say something. "

Her breath was shaky in the demand, with fist clenched tightly at her sides & the strain along her jaw nearly numbing in the moment. Feeling as if she was being cramped into a box two sizes too small, with shoulders weighing that of a hundred boulders & her knees wanting to buckle at the first given chance.

But she would not give him that satisfaction. She had cried her tears enough. And she was not taking abandonment as an answer so easily.

The Awoken stood mere steps away from the man in question, his back reflecting the pallid whites of his armor against the one faded lamp in the ship's corridor. The soft hums of the engine echoing off the interiors, as the breathing of the pipes popping in and out of condensation, ever rarely mimicking that of a water droplet hitting the floors.

Deafening, yet silent all the same. She would not be sated until it was his voice that thundered. The pull of leather rips gently into the ambiance as her grip twitched in vigor.

" . . .I know I'm not the best Hunter on the record. I know, that ever since I jabbed myself into your problems, that you've held this... animosity towards me. That you've never seen me as an equal. "

There was no point in playing gullible, yet admitting it to the air still ached.

" I know that you pride yourself on your strength. Your strategy. HELL, even your ability to have kept US of all people in line, even through the shit we put you through. That you've been through it all, you'd say. That you've been here so terribly, dreadfully, long. "

Warlords, they called him. The Knights, he called them.

She takes a single step forward, the heel of her boot scraping the grounds with a rumble, " And I have learned SO much from you. The BOTH of you! I wouldn't BE here, if it wasn't for BOTH of you! " Her voice beginning to crack, that all too familiar heat resting upon her cheeks in a painful fury.

To what right did she have to be a n g r y?

" He was terrified of you," a tremble, followed by hesitance. Her lip quivers, " -- but none the less he stayed by you because I asked him to." a pause. " I begged him, to give you a chance. That it was my stupid idea. "

Furrowed brows begin to ache in their crest, as for a brief moment the taste of copper stains her tongue at bitten lip.

" And truly, if you were ever so against it - you had every opportunity, every chance, every moment of any day, to have left us. "

A shift in the air, but it is not provoked by her own movements this time. The scratch of metal pauldron twitch 'pon Titan shoulders. A nerve, but this was never a secret to neither of them.

" You stayed. You came back. " Embers dying from her voice now, it bleeds with a certain plea. Cyan vision turned blurry from the wetness of her cheeks. " So why now. Why distant yourself now? . . . Please. Just, say something. "

Silence.

The Hunter's chest felt as if it was about to cave. The mind no longer concerned on the pace of her breath, for the noise it might bring may very well over-empower any words he had to offer.

" A moral obligation. "

The written blue across the mans' back twists as he turns, directing an over-cast face in the Awoken's direction; the sound of his armor ripping a tune long enough for her to inhale.

" I spend a LIFE TIME picking up the pieces of my brethren, bringing each of them the closure they deserve be it life or death, and just when I'm about to finish that line of function - what is it, that I find two delinquents upon my ship? "

His voice rains with bitter spice, like a cobra fanning its' hood.

" I sought you upon my mission because I was commanded to bring back that of which was on my ship leaving, " a growl, with one step forward. " I remained present because I did not trust what the Traveler had considered NEW LIGHT to be any more than a liability in a War we could not LOSE.

" I taught, because I had hoped to some decency enough between the TWO OF YOU, I could turn my head without the awful itching that you didn't need to be baby-sat. That you would sprout your wings & hold your OWN, " another step, followed by the faint tension in the air that typically rode with a steady current. The hair upon both of their necks stands, yet his jaw is beginning to meet a similar ache from the clenching of grit teeth. " But time, and time again, neither of you could prove you had any thicker skin than a boar in a ruin. "

His steps proceed heavy-footed, the Hunter soon retracting her one step forward. Heart racing like a kicking rabbit, but she would not falter. Not this time.

" Then here I am, gifted with yet another burden to bear, because he couldn't get past the ideology that everyone deserves a chance. -- An unworldly wander to who started that. "

" That's not fair -- " she chokes, but it comes as a bark.

" Oh, we want to speak about what's not fair, " through bared teeth, another step is forward & an electric blue forming within his grasp. The shocking sparks of Arc licking off his gauntlets like a flame. " How it's not fair that I turn my back not even two seconds, the two of you and your disappearing act -- "

Hes' closed the distance, despite she taking two steps back. His height towering that of her own, causing her neck to crane upwards with doe-like gaze. Trapped against the hatch of the ship, she's been in this position before. A nervous whimper as she feels the static from her hair and clothing attract. She was good as dead.

" . . .I should have left you two on Io. "

Emerald gaze narrows as his arms restrain at his sides. The Titan being close enough for her to witness the movement of his own chest, a heavy breath causing the plate to move inward and out. Had it not been for the protection of his gloves, surely, nails would have reached to bone in his palm.

" Mayhaps then, I could have gotten away without the knowledge of another innocent falling on my hands. "

She's perplexed at first, a swarm of mixed signals as she stares hard towards the other. His expression reading the same stoicness she had grown the last couple of years with, but something about his words were off. The lick of venom or coating of pride -- their inflections lacking.

To what right did he... have to be angry?

Another set of tears, this time quiet in contrast as her eyes remain fixated on the Titan. She had cried her tears, but never considered how he mourned - not those of his past, nor his present. Had he mourned them? Ever? She cannot recall.

Empathy.

She's convinced that the streams down her cheeks are no longer hers. His face remaining cold, though his physical shakiness saying differently.

" I. . "

Please say something.

" I. . . I really, "

Please don't leave me.

" -- I'm sorry . "

. . .Is met with a snarl. The charge in his hands slowly coming to a spark, discharging in the clenching of fist. A sigh. He had always been the non-verbal type. A snap of the heel as he turns away, pacing back down the corridor and towards the main bay. Leaving the Hunter in her quiet as her knees finally give way to the crucial ' thud ' of steel. The air in her lungs finally breathed in with a choked sob, hands risen to cover her mouth.

I can't lose you too.

[lilbardrhi]

Call Of Duty Masterlist

Mini Series

Country Roads Pairing(s): Kyle "Gaz" Garrick x Original Female Character; Simon "Ghost" Riley x Original Female Character; Johnny "Soap" MacTavish x Original Female Character; John Price x Original Female Character; coming soon...? Content Warnings: Omegaverse; Werewolves; Old West AU; Historical inaccuracies Author's Note: Still finding "ingredients" for the "meal", but we're getting there!

Simon "Ghost" Riley

Protectors AU: Part One | Part Two Pairing: Ghost x Reader/You Content Warnings: None Author's Note: I'm pretty sure this is going nowhere lol

"Broken", Not Stupid Masterlist Pairing(s): alpha!Simon "Ghost" Riley x unusual omega!OC (13) Content Warnings: Omegaverse; dark themes; cult/cult-like situations; heavily traumatized OC

No Mercy Masterlist Pairing(s): Simon "Ghost" Riley x US military member!OC (Bex) Content Warnings: dark themes; sexual assault/rape committed by a romantic partner (past event); miscarriage (past event); mental & emotional abuse committed by family members

Headcanons: Too Sweet (NSFW)

Johnny "Soap" MacTavish

Beach Town AU: Inspo | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 Pairing: Soap x OC (Fiona) Content Warnings: Angst Lite; Fluff; miscommunication; Simon Riley being bad at feelings Author's Note: Struggling to finish up the last part (Part 3), but I'll get there lol

Headcanons: Volume (NSFW) | Hair (NSFW)

General Headcanon Things

Hidden Musical Talents: 1 Pairings: None Content Warnings: None Author's Note: It's just a bunch of goofy things lol

Love Languages: 1 Pairings: None Content Warnings: None Author's Note: Just my thoughts on various CoD characters' Love Languages.

Breakfast: 141 Pairings: None Content Warnings: None Author's Note: What I think 141 would eat for breakfast (if they had time lol).

Drabbles

141 Karaoke feat. Reader Parings: None Content Warnings: None Author's Note: Just a silly, goofy time~

Overdid It Pairings: König x Reader/You Content Warnings: Fluff Author's Note: Just König being a gentle giant and taking care of you <3

[riddles-n-games]

TIG Drabble #6-Libby and Xander

He didn't hear the soft humming when he entered. His mind was on autopilot as his feet trudged the usual path straight for the sweets cupboard. Open the cupboard, take the jar, set the jar down, open it, retrieve a cookie, serotonin boost. That was the sole focus of this mission.

"Xander?" A quiet voice broke through his tunnel vision and he turned around to find a concerned Libby. Busted. Realizing he was holding the cookie jar, he placed it on the nearby counter and looked down, rubbing the back of his neck that had conveniently started throbbing painfully. How ironic that he felt like the literal kid getting caught with his hand in the forbidden cookie jar despite the rule having expired years ago.

"Oh, hi, Libby. I didn't think anyone was here."

A soft smile appeared. "Just me. Testing out a new batch for the food truck. We have a fundraiser again this weekend."

He nodded in acknowledgment, still looking down. "Well, I'm just gonna grab a cookie and I'll be out of your hair. I don't want to disturb you."

"Oh no, you're not interrupting. In fact, I have a batch ready and I need a taste-tester. Want one?"

"Sure." He placed the cookie jar back in its usual spot and then slowly shuffled towards Libby. In her hand on a small plate was a glorious slice of perfection in dessert form. The icing was a berry purple in a gorgeous swirl with blueberries on top and tiny sugar flowers all over. In the actual cupcake, there were dark patches, indicating it a fruit flavor. Blueberry or blackberry, he guessed.

"I apologize it's not a scone but it is still blueberry-flavored."

"'S ok." He took the peace offering and sat on one of the tall chairs on the other side of the counter. She joined him with her own. They ate in silence. As Xander took his last bite, he finally made a remark. "It's good. Did you make the sugar flowers?"

She nodded. "Do you want water?" He shook his head until he started coughing. Libby stood up and filled a glass, sliding it across the table towards him and he grabbed it, downing it in slow gulps. She kept standing until he stopped. "Good now?" He nodded.

Taking a seat again, she slowly trailed her hand and put it over his. "What's wrong? You seem down today." He pursed his lips and looked ahead but didn't move her hand. She slid her fingers into the gaps between his and gently squeezed his palm before he suddenly returned it, gripping unusually tight.

"You want to talk about what's bothering you? I won't force it if you don't want to." He sighed deeply and turned slightly her way but kept his eyes concentrated on their hands. Where to begin?

A few moments went by before he spoke. "I, uhm..."

He inhaled sharply. "Honestly? It's kind of dumb how it started. In robotics this morning, one of my new experiments kept malfunctioning. I spent two hours trying to fix it only for the whole thing to fall apart at the last possible second. Some part came very loose, it was this close to just straight up blowing up."

Libby nodded as he paused, looking to her before he continued. He shot her a grateful smile, small but there.

"In physics, Bex was shaken. She said her mom had another meltdown. Got really loose-lipped after..." He gave her another look. They both knew what that meant. Rebecca dealt with it and brought the aftermath with her but Xander was always there for her. He was her rock in many ways and she was supportive of him too, but some days, it was too much. "I did what I could to help but," his voice lowered, "I fear one day it won't be enough. She's still levelheaded for all she went through but I worry she'll spiral. A-And..."

"And?"

"It's a lot to deal with. I love her and I know she returns the favor when I need it but sometimes I wonder if I won't be able to deal with it mentally myself. That scares me. That I'll let her down and me in the process because I couldn't hold myself together anymore. I am good at carrying other people's burdens but not my own and I think that one day, my own problems will catch up to me when she might need me. I-" Xander cut off, eyes wide at what he just said.

Libby brought her free hand to his back and rubbed it up and down, hoping it soothed him. "Hey now. You're a good friend. Anyone who knows you that well knows that. You're always there to help us when we're down but that doesn't mean we can always expect you to be in a good place either. "

"I know just-"

"No buts. Xan, we're lucky to have you in our lives. Especially Rebecca. I don't think she would be mad if you couldn't handle it for once. You've been with her your whole life and she knows when you're hurting like you do with her. I'm pretty sure she'd be more concerned that you didn't find someone to help you rather than just dumping thoughtlessly without noticing your state first."

He sighed deeply and rubbed his temple. There was nothing more that he wanted to hear and to believe than that. "I hope so."

"I know so. You know, I think this is a conversation you've needed to have a long time ago but you've been avoiding it. Why don't you talk to her about it?"

"Because-" What if she thinks I think of her as a burden and feels like she's been using me and thinks this friendship was fake all along? What if she thinks I'm weak for not dealing with my problems first?

The fear may not been voiced but it was enough. Libby knew what he wanted to say. She smiled sadly. "I get that you're scared of what she might think but I believe she'll be much more understanding than you give her credit for. Promise me you'll at least try."

He exhaled shakily and nodded. "Ok."

"Trust me, you're one of the bravest people I know and I also know that if you talk to Rebecca, she'll be thankful for it. Both of you will be." Libby was right. His fears were irrational and it was likely all for naught. Rebecca was his best friend and she stuck by him through so much as well, why wouldn't she be able to understand his feelings all of a sudden? This would give them clarity and a new profoundness to their friendship. Maybe even a safety net if the line blurred too much.

"And Xan?"

"Mmm?"

"You can always come to me and I will do as much as I can. I'm here if you need: whatever, whenever. You don't always to have to rely on just your brothers." He considered that. She was right about that too. It wasn't just the four of them anymore and with the addition of Avery and Libby, their family had grown. Home was a little bit fuller now and oh how he was thankful for it. But that one thing she said...

"Did Nash tell you that? 'Cause that sounds like something he would say."

"Maybe." She winked.

"Figured. He's been hanging around you a lot."

"No comment on that. But let's not make this about me. My focus right now is on you and your needs. You clearly still have a lot left to say and let go of." He couldn't deny that so he continued to recall the rest of his day until the thing that was heaving him down the most.

"-left for my locker, I went to Dr. Gallagher to get a prize I received for a prior competition. As I waited for her to get it, some students that were there, I don't even know why I started listening but I was picking up on bits of their conversation. It sounded like they were talking about feeling sorry for someone, about their parents being absent. That was... That was until I heard Skye's name."

He had to stop and steady his breaths. He knew this part was coming but panic was catching in his throat and he wasn't sure if it was going to take his ability to think. But Libby wasn't about to let that happen. She cupped his cheek, refocusing him to the feel of her warm, soft palm. "It's okay, Xan. Just breath." If that wasn't enough to make his heart swell, the feeling of her lips pressing against his forehead made him cling to her comfort that much more. They stayed that way for a moment.

"I... I'm good now."

"You sure?"

"Yeah." Only then did he realize he was slumped against her and part of him still didn't want to leave the little bubble of peace but he had to get it out. Xander was well aware of how things could eat at him when he was alone and drove him into a crash-and-burn cycle of inventing. It made him feel like Jameson at times. So he pushed forward.

"Th-The girls, they... they were talking about her arrest and how it must be hard to deal with having a parent as a criminal. With my grandfather gone and no father in the house, it must be hard having no real parental guidance. What a shame that all my efforts can't be celebrated with proper loving parents around."

The fresh sting of tears pricked at his eyes but he continued, "The teacher came back and heard what they were saying so she told them to leave. She apologized and said they had no right to talk about that but I mean, they seemed sympathetic, not mocking. Dr. G gave me the prize and told me if I wanted to talk about anything, I can come to her. But when I looked at her, all I saw was the pity. I couldn't say anything, I was too stunned to say anything so I just walked away. That's the end of it."

"Oh sweetheart, I'm sorry that you had to hear that."

"It's true though, isn't it? I mean, my mother is in jail, my grandfather is dead, and I don't..." he gulped, "I don't have a dad." That one probably hurt the most to say.

The one parent he had showed a much more monstrous side that he hadn't believed existed. He acknowledged Skye's manipulativeness but the depravity of her actions since Avery's arrival was enough for a true crime documentary. He missed his grandfather dearly, that ache paired with his mother's betrayal had become a sore spot which he tried to avoid. His brothers had tried shielding him from the worst of it but even they couldn't keep the news away forever. And how much he yearned to have a father in his life, not just an older brother who tried to step in as one.

His father may know of his existence but he didn't even know of his identity. For all he knew, his father could have been dead by now. A broken family, some dead, some gone, some unknown, he practically felt like orphan was an acceptable term at that point.

"Xander..."

"Libby, I might as well be called an orphan." Her eyes widened. "Let's not lie. Skye isn't much of a mother no matter how much I lie to myself. Aunt Zara keeps a distance and Nan is Nan. I appreciate that but I've longed for a normal family so long, is that too much to ask? For so long it's felt like it's been just me and my brothers. Without our grandfather around, it's just us four. That's it." His voice got small and he felt like it too. The tears were flowing freely now. There, those were all his fears put out into the open.

Libby cupped his cheeks gently. "You're so brave to admit that. I'm proud of you. But Xander, it's not just you and them anymore, ok? You have me and Avery now too. I'm here and if you'd like to think of me as your big sister, I will gladly be that for you. You're part of my family." He looked at her.

"Really? You think that about me?"

She nodded reassuringly. "I've considered you my little brother for a long time now." Maybe it was the way she said it, how soft her voice was or just the fact she cared, but a sob broke through. "Thank you."

"You're welcome. Now come here." He gladly accepted her warm hug. Quite literally, he melted into the embrace as he buried his nose into her shoulder. Her shirt smelled of coconuts, baking ingredients, and Nash's teakwood candles. Home.

"I'm here for you." He believed her. He held her tighter.

Xander dreamed of many things. Having a dad, a functioning family, a room of an infinite supply of blueberry scones. But he didn't have to dream of an elder sister. He had that for real.

A/N: Hey I know this was longer than a regular drabble but I felt it deserved to be as long as it is because the words just kept coming and that felt like the right thing to do to give this story the depth it needed. Funny thing is I realized that four of the five I already posted are actually pretty sad/angsty with the content they tackle and only the one I posted before this is actually light-hearted. Trust me, I don't plan to only post these kinds and there will be more fun ones to come. Anyways, thanks for reading as always and I'll see you in the next one.

[bisexual-horror-fan]

Bex my beloved!! 🥰 Sooo jazzed to see you’re doing lil Valentine’s Day drabbles, it’s such a cuteass idea and makes me excited for the holiday! Since I loved how you wrote him in that one fic of yours, I gotta ask for my sweetheart Gabriel May. But I leave what exactly you write up to you! Whatever you feel like, whatever you’re in the mood to write or think feels most fitting for him. I trust you! Thank you, love you, and Happy Valentine’s Day!! 💞💞💞

Ace yesss! Alright it has been TOO long since I have written Gabriel May, so this was super fun to tackle, I hope you like the direction I decided to take it! GN! Reader, no warnings required.

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You don’t really care about Valentine’s one way or the other, it might as well just be any other day to you, so you treat it as such. You get up, take your time doing your morning routine, get dressed, have breakfast, when you are done eating you realize your garbage is full, so you make a move to take it out, you carry it to the front door, shoes are slipped on, and the door is opened one step out and your foot crunches on something. Looking down and see a strange brown paper wrapped package sitting on your welcome mat.

Placing the bag down and to the side you crouch, picking up the package you open up the paper and realize it is a bouquet of flowers, but not just one flower, it is several, no two the same in fact, it is a menagerie. Somehow it works, with all the different colours and textures, it should be discordant and a mess, however, it is not, it is gorgeous and fragrant.

You recognize some of the flowers, a tulip, a daffodil, a pink rose, and others you don’t totally know but are stunning, the colours shift across the bundle, from white to yellow to orange to red to pink then purple, with a smattering of green decorative leaves giving it a cohesiveness and structure. You turn it in your hands, pulling the rest of the protective outside paper off, there is another smaller wrapper around the stems, making holding it more comfortable while also providing additional decoration, the shiny paper is white and dotted with hearts from red to soft baby pinks. While inspecting the flowers you notice a card in the middle of the petals, and you carefully reach two fingers in, it closes on the corner, and you pull it free, seeing your name on the outside envelope. 

Your eyebrows rise, and you stand up, you turn and close the door, garbage forgotten, attention taken totally by this mysterious delivery and even more curious note hidden in the flowers. Shoes kicked off, you walk into the kitchen, you place the flowers down on the counter and open the envelope, you pull out the folded note and begin reading the messy scrawl. 

“You don’t know me, not yet, but I know you. I have had my eye on you for a while and I know more than you think anyone does about you, like I know that you have today off, I know that you don’t have strong feelings for this holiday, and I also know that you don’t have a favourite flower, hence this gift. I hope this simple gesture, can show you that someone is paying attention, that someone cares, can wake you up in some way and also, maybe help you start to narrow down your favourite flower. Not everything, but a few things, hold deeper meaning than you might initially think. Happy Valentine's Day. - XO.” 

It isn’t signed by anyone in particular, you don’t recognize the handwriting, but fuck, it is impossibly sweet. You smile to yourself as you set the letter aside and pick up the bouquet. You bring it to your face and inhale deeply, it smells phenomenal. Setting it down again to get a vase to put these in some water. Your mind pours over what that note said, you can't let it go, you think that there is in fact a deeper meaning to this gift.

Soon enough you are on the couch, the flowers arranged so pretty on the coffee table and your laptop open, searching until you found out not only what each flower was, but what they meant. Honestly a good start to the day, you wonder if you would ever meet this supposed secret admirer.

[coffeeheartaddict2]

Here's a potential little prompt for Casey! Use as you see fit, or delete if you don't see fit! lol :)

Who am I?

Book: Open Heart (post series)

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC Casey Ramsey

Category: fluffy angst

Rating: PG

Word count: 401

Warnings: mentions of mental health

Summary: Casey is due to have baby Hudson in about six weeks and she is already starting to feel some of the loss of identity that occurs when a child is born. As a pre baby Mother’s Day present, Ethan tries to ease some of Casey’s concerns

Disclaimer: Characters belong to Pixelberry.

Author’s note: thank you to @jerzwriter for not only sending me this prompt but for also hosting a Mother’s Day event for which this is a submission for.

The identity change that happens when we welcome a young one and the changes around that are real and it affects people differently.

☕️☕️☕️☕️☕️☕️☕️☕️☕️☕️

Mothers Day 2025

It was six weeks until they were due to meet baby Hudson. The pregnancy was a wanted surprise and thankfully, aside from some morning sickness, the pregnancy had been relatively trouble free. Casey had clearance to work up until 36 weeks gestation. Casey had already begun handing over some of her duties to Aurora Emery, who was going to be the team leader whilst she was on leave. Tobias was also helping out where he could also.

Despite everything going well, Casey could not help but start to feel the gravity of the changes that baby Hudson was going to bring to their lives, especially hers. It was humbling that she soon there was going to be this tiny human who will be completely dependant on her. She was looking forward to being a mum but the thoughts of the loss of identity that came with that were starting to haunt her. Despite reassurances from her friends, the team, Harper and Ethan, she could not help but feel that who she was now, Dr Casey Ramsey would be lost.

Ethan was already at a lost with what to say or do, at least without coming off as condescending. So he got to searching. Even though Hudson was not born yet, he still wanted to do something, to celebrate the upcoming milestone for them. He was looking at coffee mugs, he did not know fully why, they both had several anyway but one caught his eye.

“It’s Miss, Ms. Mrs

Dr.

Actually”

Written on the side. He ordered it thinking that it would be a cute and useful reminder that she will always be Dr Casey Ramsey.

Mother’s Day came and Ethan made her breakfast. He brought it to her in bed. He then gave her the box with the mug inside. Casey opened it, having no idea what it was and she the mug, chuckled and then hugged Ethan.

“No one can take away the title of Doctor, not even our son. You will soon be a mother but you will never stop being a Doctor.” Says Ethan.

Casey kisses him sweetly.

“Thank you Ethan, I am sure I will need reminding of this but thank you.”

They spent a lazy morning in bed before heading out to lunch and both were excited that this time next year they would have someone else to celebrate Mother’s Day with.

Authors note: hooray I was able to keep it to Drabble length for the Mother’s Day Drabble event.

Casey did need to be reminded several times in the first year of Hudson’s life that she was still a doctor, not just a mum.

Tagging: @jerzwriter @jamespotterthefirst @genevievemd @cariantha @potionsprefect @liaromancewriter @bex-la-get @crazy-loca-blog @a-crepusculo @alj4890 @zealouscanonindeer @youlookappropriate @tessa-liam @schnitzelbutterfingers @binny1985 @lucy-268 @openheartfanfics @choicesficwriterscreations

[trollbreak]

Things I want so badly to do tonight

Start a series of drabbles off a story I just started baking

Continue the mycelium story

Remake sprites for buddy

Make sprites for rabbit and Ethann and Neyeon and

Draw Bex and Bex

Make sprites for bex and bex

Tbh just write w those two in general to give yall their vibe

Write with lavish and aurrel

Possibly write remnis losing their shit and nya having to calm them down

Points at aurrel. That man needs the Horrors Directly. Third times the charm <3

Gestures at teal mushroom lady. She’s gotta exist and be a freak

Think abt junie holding people close and soso gentle after the Horrors

Draw poison lady that’s friends with piercings dude. From the clowns

Also draw him more people shaped. Sir what’s ur face shaped like pls

Uhhh accompanying arts for many writes I wanna do

What I’m Gonna do tonight

Go climb into bed bc I’m sleepy <3 tucks me in

[writing-for-life]

The Self-Love, Sex, and Pursuit of the Helm Novels: A Tragicomedy in Three Movements

Part 1~~By the Sea, I Mean in the Dreaming: A Comedy Prelude, where crack ships find their way into Dream’s Library, and absolutely everyone is left stranded.

People, I’ve done it, and I’m scared. This… erm… short trilogy has been sitting in my drafts for ages, and the unhinged Muhulhu post has finally kicked my arse into editing part 1. So here it is without further ado: fourth-wall-breaking madness, secrets about Merv and Matthew you never wanted to know, and the unholy beginning of that relationship (titles inspired by “The Love, Sex, and Pursuit of Happiness Novels” by Steven Paul Leiva).

Here’s a little excerpt, link to full story on Ao3.

And next when it’s edited: Part 2~~Bully For You (Is it sarcastic, or an expression of praise, or something else entirely? Who will ever know…): An Unhinged Interlude, where the Lord of Dreams loses his bearings (no, not those ones), and even Desire needs a stiff drink.

I am tagging the Muhulhu inception crew, but I will need to start with the founding members of the cult: @so-i-grudgingly-joined-this-site for indulging my silly ask that kicked this whole thing off, @marlowe-zara who also gave us her deep psychological insight from the get-go and @roguelov who created the first bit of fanart for this monster (and said fanart gets hinted at in the fic—Murphy is desperately trying to figure out which way up to hold that thing to make sense of it. He is a bit slow sometimes).

Further honourable mentions: @tickldpnk8 (whom we have to thank for the HelmLord) , @ginoeh , @rriavian , @4typercent , @windsweptinred , @throwingbread , @tryan-a-bex (for the best drabble ever—now you’ll understand what I wrote about the similar premise, and Lucienne indeed needs a raise 🤣), @zzoomacroom

I also dare to tag @safeuphigh because you know my more serious stuff, and this is definitely not that, and a writer who takes herself too seriously is not a serious writer. Or something like that 🤣

And @rey-jake-therapist because you always get tagged, and just because I can 😜

New weirdos and Muhulhu enjoyers are warmly welcome in our midst!

[luvcrs]

closed. @soft-drabbles

lucy had been on cloud nine for days. bexley finally moving in with her had solidified their future in a way she couldn't even imagine. of course, she never had any doubts in the first place but it was still very surreal. they had slowly rebuilt their relationship over the last year, and this was their home now, not just hers. a solid foundation for them to continue building their future together. for the longest time, that was a fantasy that had was so far out of reach. but she knew dwelling on the past never did good for anyone, so all lucy could do was smile as she placed her hands over her girlfriend's eyes and led her out of the bedroom. "okay, i know i've been acting sketchy all day but i promise it's for a good reason." a laugh escaped her lips. she'd left work early to come home and ensure she had enough time to set everything up for their surprise date night. candles spread across the room, the lights dimmed creating a relaxed, but romantic atmosphere. there was wine and lasagna set up at the dining table for them as well. once they were in the dining room, lucy slowly lowered her hands to her sides, feeling giddy despite how often they did these types of things. now it just had a whole new meaning to it in her eyes. "go ahead and open them. now bex."

[babyboywilson]

“you ruined my life,” dean hissed, kicking at the stone pillar he’d placed carefully into the ground just a day prior.

“you absolute asshole. do you hear me? you ruined my life, cas. and I hate you.” he kicked the stone again, ankle throbbing with the force of the collision, and it creaked backwards in the soil; threatening to topple over and break.

the movement was enough to break the anger, and dean sank to the ground, his fingers tracing over the letters in cas’ name that he’d spent weeks hand carving into the stone.

“you ruined my life. I’ll never find someone like you ever again. do you know that? do you not get it, cas?”

a sob broke free, and then another. words choked out through a thick veil of anguish. “I’ll never love anyone again. it was always you, cas. always will be.”

he let his fingers linger over the words under cas’ name. his final goodbye.

I love you, too.

[legacyshenanigans]

To: Bex

From: Wolfy

I demanded fluffy fics after what you put us through!!!!!

(please may we have fluffy drabbles, thank you<3)

I can definitely do some fluffy things later, I need it too 😩🤣

I need Murder Hubby and Rominis.

And I might make some cute wholesome HL lads audio's, think we all need a calm night tonight. 😅💚

[ofviolentdeathmuses]

name: Rebecca “Bex” Dower

what: Werewolf, bitten

age: Appears mid to late 20’s

birthday: October 13

occupation: Helps bitten shifter adjust

location: Tennessee/Kentucky border

faceclaim: Sophie Turner

status: Single Verse

relationship: With Darius

parents: Deceased

siblings: Deceased

kids: Sparrow

Rebecca survived a violent attack when she was eleven years old, leaving her emotionally scarred and also a werewolf. Had a nurse not noticed the signs with her fever and healing, she would not have survived.

She lacked real control of what she is for a long time and her biggest fear is that she will hurt someone the way she was hurt or worse. She is meek, easily frightened, and suffers from ptsd. Any sort of violence will make her panic or shut down.

It took years of patience for her to get to a more stable point and she does her best to help others like her

Other Info Threads Face Drabble

[coffeeheartaddict2]

Simple Things

Book: Open Heart (post series)

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x Casey Ramsey

Word count: 528

Category: fluff

Rating: General

Warnings: None

Summary: It is international coffee day and Ethan and Casey celebrate it by enjoying some Kona back home in Boston.

Disclaimer: characters belong to Pixelberry

Authors note: International Coffee day came and went so it is a little late but I could not let my coffee snobs not celebrate.

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It was a normal Sunday morning. Ethan was not one for celebrating what he called made up holidays but he was willing to make this one exception. International Coffee Day. He and Casey both loved a great coffee and had bonded over this many times, Derry’s being one of their favourite

spots but today was their day off and Ethan thought they would celebrate it at home and he thought that the best way to celebrate was to celebrate with some of the Kona he had recently purchased and had shipped to Boston.

It was a mild morning so he set up the balcony for a breakfast. Casey awoke, not at all surprised to see the other half of the bed empty but was surprised to see the balcony set up. She got up, put on a dressing gown and joined her husband. He smiled and kissed her gently.

“Happy International Coffee Day sweetheart.”

“Thank you Ethan, this is beautiful.”

Casey sits down and bites into her croissant. Ethan appears with the coffee. Casey takes the cup and starts to drink. Straight away she knows it is Kona and smiles.

“Where did you get the Kona? even Bryce has not being back for awhile.” Asks Casey.

“I ordered it online and got it shipped. It has been too long since we had some.

“It is has been too long, the stash you got lasted us well.”

“The only thing that would make this better is if we were in Hawaii.” Said Ethan, wistfully.

“That was an enjoyable morning. An enjoyable trip really.”

“Especially the after wedding activities.”

“That is always enjoyable Ethan.”

“I know but since it was after the discussion we had, I know you did not tell me until the morning after that you were willing to move in but the other matters discussed and I was buoyed.”

“It was a pleasant surprise when you did propose.”

Ethan smiles. “Proposing was something that was on my mind on and off since I told you that I loved you, in fact if I had a ring already in Hawaii I would have done so there.”

Casey raised her eye brow in surprise.

“You wanted to propose for that long?”

“Yes, but I always had the end of your residency as the end goal really.”

“Well if you knew you loved me when you were in the Amazon then I suppose it does make sense.”

“I do regret waiting as long as I did to admit that to you but it all worked out in the end..”

“I love you Ethan” says Casey and then she takes another sip of Kona.

They enjoyed their breakfast, but they also enjoyed each others company and most importantly, the coffee.

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Authors note: A short and sweet Drabble to celebrate International coffee day.

Tagging: @jerzwriter @jamespotterthefirst @genevievemd @cariantha @youlookappropriate @trappedinfanfiction @alj4890 @potionsprefect @liaromancewriter @a-crepusculo @bex-la-get @crazy-loca-blog @socalwriterbee @schnitzelbutterfingers @binny1985

@choicesficwriterscreations @openheartfanfics

If I am missing anyone or you wish to be added or removed please reach out to me via DM

[cheolhub]

Listen, my sarbaby, my favorite fic of yours (that I have read so far) is honestly that little jun drabble (switch!jun). Like it lives in my head rent free. I wish that junhui would vacate the premises, but here he lives (aka I've reread that thing so many times that it's embarrassing)

ilyyyyyy 😘💜

p.s. I can't wait for that seokmin fic... 😉

BEX!! I FORGOT I WROTE THAT LFBSHDB IM GLAD U LIKE THAT MINI JUN PEICE HAHAH i love u ><

and heheh im not all the way done with it but im still so grateful for ur help on it <3 i hope u like it when i do post it!!

[hwanghyunjinenthusiast]

So I have only read like 3 total rj fics atp (and trust me I WILL be reading more when time allows) BUT ATM my favorite rj fic is: the recent seokmin fic you did and in the a.m. (jaehyun 😵‍💫😵‍💫)

-💜 @/baeksbyunny

Bex, hi!! Your reblogs are always so fun to read and, I have the one you left for my Yeonjun drabble queued up. Thank you for always being so kind and expressive. It always makes me smile at my screen like an idiot kkhgfhjk.

So, what you're all telling me is that I should write more for DK ✍️🏾 (RIP Elv). I did have a fun time writing the Jaehyun one and, I do have a handful of ideas for him I'd like to get to.

Let me know which one of my fics is your favourite~