#boy meets world drabbles

[fbfh]

thinking about the most fucking sensual tension filled possible dancing with Shawn Hunter at a party.... some 90s rnb song plays in the background and he’s making eyes at you because of course he is, only you're making eyes right back at him. you're dancing real close to each other before you know it, and you're both well aware that it's not just dancing. anyone who looks at you can tell you're fighting the urge not to rip each others clothes off. it's quickly followed by an intense, desperate makeout session in a closet. the way he kisses you, the way he touches you tells you how long he's been wanting to do this.

"We shouldn't be doing this..." you mutter into his mouth. you're Topanga's best friend, he's Cory's best friend, you shouldn't sneak around your friends like this. the rest of the sentance hangs unspoken in the nonexistant space between you, but the feeling of your hands on his skin, in his hair, on his cheek has him throwing caution to the wind.

"I don't care," he moans into your mouth, pulling you closer. he pushes his tongue into your mouth and his hands slide under your clothes, and honestly you don't care either. you're sure you can deal with whatever concequences this leads to when you get to them, but for now, you'll indulge yourselves and get dizzy off each other's touch while the party rages on in the next room.

[iridescentis]

I know it's hard to believe that Jack and Eric would go 15 years without talking and it would be lovely to imagine them getting together during their college years while the show is still running but honestly

I love the idea of them finding each other 15 years later - adults with fully developed lives, dealing with big issues they both buried for years, dealing with the fact that it's so easy for them to just slot back into place after all that time, because it feels raw and real in contrast with a lot of the idealism of the show

Having such a strong relationship be torn apart then built back up as adults is such a real experience, and I think they both deserve something that takes work and isn't easy, because both of them have been handed a lot, and it would be a really interesting to explore that alongside the canon timeline

[finalgirlfae]

Angel, Shawn Hunter

i was asked: Hii can you do a Shawn Hunter smut with a lot of praise kink sub reader and soft dom Shawn :)) <33 maybe it starts out with cockwarming <33

pairings: shawnxblack!reader

season: six

pronouns used: you, your, yours

warnings: smut, reader has female anatomy, cockwarming, praise kink, soft!dom shawn, subby reader, reader has an oral fixation, oral m!receiving, ball sucking (lol)

smut below the cut :)

“just be quiet and wait until i finish this, kay? can do you that for me?” shawn asked, shifting a bit under you making you moan out a little. he was editing a paper for his class and here you were, sat on his thighs as your warm pussy drooled around his cock. you hated when he made you wait. “yes,” you replied, a but begrudgingly.

shawn looked up at you, pressing a kiss to your collarbone. “good girl.”

you whined out again and gripped his shoulders. “please..” dragging out the e, you rotated your hips. shawn choked back a moan. his hands move from the keyboard and gripped your waist, not even looking up at you. “y/n.. relax.”

you gave a sigh, waiting a few more minutes before deciding you had enough. you gripped his shoulder tightly, rotating your hips a little until a moan erupted from his throat. you smiled down at your boyfriend, moving hair from his pretty face before pressing a kiss on the bridge of his nose. he loved kisses.

you pushed yourself up, sliding off of shawn’s lap and under the table. his fingers stopped typing as he watched you push his legs apart, wrapping a manicured hand around his cock before beginning to pump it slightly. he groaned at the feeling of your hand around him, thumb running over the slit. “y/n” he moaned, he spread his legs further and his hands went down to your face, cupping it gently.

he didn’t have to say anything because you already knew he wanted. you stroked his dick once more before opening your mouth, sticking your tongue out and sliding it in. he shut his eyes at the feeling of your tongue on his dick. hollowing your cheeks, you began to move your head back and forth. shawn let out a breathy moan which made you even wetter if possible. your hands slid on to his thighs as you massaged them.

the breathy groans that fell from his throat was all the encouragement you needed to keep going, the feeling of his thugs clenching made you know you were doing a good job.

you slid your mouth off shawn’s wet dick before wrapping a hand around it and stroking him. spit drooled down his shaft and on to his balls. shawn watched as you stuck your tongue out again, beginning to suck on them gently.

“jesus fuck..”

he basked in the blissful feeling of your tongue before gently grabbing your face and pinching your cheeks. “i want you to ride me, you think you can do that for me baby. hm? be a good girl?”

you nodded, letting go of his dick and allowing shawn’s strong arms to pull you up on to his lap. you sat your legs on the outside of his thighs, gripping his shoulders before slowly lowering yourself on to him.

the moans you and shawn let out were sinful. you sunk down further on to his cock, squeezing your eyes shut out of pleasure.

“you feel so good, angel.” shawn muttered as his hands found your hips. he sunk his fingers into your flesh, beginning to move you up and down like his own personal flashlight. shawn twitched at the feeling of your wetness coating his balls and thighs.

“you’re so wet oh my god.” he moaned, tightening his grip on you. you only let out a moan, too lost in the feeling of his tip brushing against your g-spot and sending tingles and shivers all throughout your body.

you began to rotate your hips in a circular pattern before stopping to grind your hips back and forth. you opened your eyes to see shawn smirking at you.

“are you enjoying yourself?” shawn asked rhetorically, moving one hand off your hip to spank your ass. you nodded, shutting your eyes again and grinding harder.

“words.” he demanded. shawn delivered another spank to your ass causing you to let out a whine.

“i’m gonna cum,” was all you could manage to mewl out in your state. he looked at you before shaking his head no, and you knew you couldn’t cum without his permission.

“please!” you whined, gripping just shoulders and bouncing on him.

“wait.”

against shawn’s demands you rolled your hips again, closing your eyes as the knot building up in your stomach began to loosen as you came on his dick.

you heard shawn sick his teeth which instantly made you feel bad.

“i told you no.” shawn spoke, hand slapping your ass again but this time much harder. it began to sting.

“i’m sorry.”

“no you’re not.” shawn gripped your hips again, standing from the chair and making you yelp as he walked across the room before tossing you on to his bed.

“you’re not sorry.” shawn said, taking your legs and using them to pull you to the end of the bed. he put on of your legs over his shoulder, sliding into again and beginning to thrust. you already came so it was easy for him to fuck into you at a quick pace. the look on his face was pure bliss as he felt you squeeze around him.

“fuck, do that again.” shawn groaned, he pressed a kiss to your lips as a way to let you know he went mad at you for coming. a way t let you know you’re still his good girl.

you contracted that muscle, squeezing yourself in his dick again.

“fuck, you’re so good to me.” shawn moaned. he leaned forward, stretching your leg so now it was by your head and he could fuck deeper into you.

you were on another planet right now. the feeling of him pounding into you, the look of admiration he held on his face and how good his hands felt roaming your body and playing with your boobs.

shawn moved his hand to your leg that was currently hung over his shoulder. he kissed your ankle gently, grinding himself on to you so you could feel his pelvic bone rub roughly against your clit.

you squeezed him again, holding his unoccupied hand with yours and locking your fingers together.

“i’m gonna fucking cum.” shawn groaned, tossing his head back and giving your hand a squeeze.

you whimpered in response, using the opportunity to pull him down into a kiss. shawn complied, tenderly kissing you as his thrust began to speed up. each movement he did had you moaning into his mouth, the stinging feeling of pleasure and pain from the stretch made you moan louder as you both came again, together this time. shawn slowed down his thrust before pulling out and looking at you.

he watched the way your chest heaved up and down and admired how good you looked, dow eyed and fucked out.

“you did so good for me baby.” shawn spoke softly, pressing another kiss to your lips. “let’s get you cleaned up.”

his arms picked you up bridal style as he walked over to the bathroom of the dorm, running the warm water and beginning to make a bath for you. he never let go of your hand.

•••

omg this was so bad

ignore typos🤭

i need to ride shawn hunter.

[cowboysandpilots]

Selling Your Childhood for a Guitar.

(This is based on a Boy Meets World episode because I've been rewatching and I forgot how much I love them. ❤️)

One thing that Eddie has always been good at is getting in trouble. He couldn't sit still and couldn't keep himself from talking back to teachers or cops or... anyone really. It wasn't just when he was a teenager, either.

It's not like he tries to mess stuff up; it's just that he doesn't always think things through. Like, when he was eleven, Eddie tried to make some extra money to buy his very first guitar. It would just be a cheap acoustic, but Eddie knew it would be a good starter, and at least he could learn to play with Jeff and Gareth. He asked the neighbour in the trailer just across from theirs if they had any jobs Eddie could do for a little extra cash. Luckily for him, they said they had these new, well, new to them, wooden shutters that could use a fresh coat of paint. Eddie started right away; he had his eyes on a secondhand acoustic that would run up about $100; it was still a lot for an 11-year-old kid, but Eddie had always been determined; he even borrows Wayne's paint sprayer so he can get it done faster.

He sets each of the shutters up against the trailer and gets to work, spraying each of them as evenly as he can, even going the extra mile to add two coats more coats. The neighbour comes out to inspect Eddie's work once he's all done, and Wayne makes his way out of their trailer just a few moments later.

After the neighbour is done inspecting the shutters, he smiles down at Eddie. "Well, Mr. Munson, I must confess, I'm pleasantly surprised. Your first foray into the workforce is a rousing success. You completed your task ahead of schedule, and with a modicum of skill."

Eddie makes a face as the man starts counting out his money. He doesn't understand half the words the old guy says, and Eddie thinks he uses way too many big words to be living here, but Wayne saves him from saying anything that might get his money taken back by walking out with a smile.

"Kid did okay, huh?"

Eddie grins proudly up at his uncle with the money clutched in a tight fist. "Three coats, like you said…and they don't even stick or anything. See, Wayne, this work stuff is a piece of cake. Nothing to it. I may just start up my own business."

Wayne must admit that he's pretty proud of his boy for all that he did; it's short-lived, however, when he pulls the shutters one by one away from the trailer and sees that the paint has gone through them and striped their home a sickly green colour.

"Well, got to go. First band practice is gonna be starting, starting real soon. Gotta go. See ya." He starts to walk away, but Wayne turns and holds onto the back of his shirt, gently pulling him back. Eddie looks a little sheepish. "I'm not getting that guitar today, am I?"

It takes Eddie days of painting, and he's still not done covering the mess he made. He's never been more tired or missed out on more fun in his entire eleven years, and he doesn't stop himself from falling back into the grass with an overexaggerated groan. He stays like that until Wayne makes his way out to check on him.

"What's going on, son?"

"Overworked, stress-related injury." Eddie sighs dramatically, and Wayne has to hold back his chuckle as he helps the boy up. "Shutter marks still showed after one coat. Had to borrow from Jeff's allowance to buy paint for a second coat. I worked two days, painted sixteen shutters and a trailer. Know how much money I made? I owe eight bucks." He sighs, utterly defeated.

Wayne rustles the kid's buzzcut and smiles. "Welcome to adulthood, kid. Now, why don't you go play with your friends?"

"I can't. I never made enough for that guitar."

Wayne just smiles again and dips into the trailer before coming back out, holding a child guitar by the neck, watching the way Eddie's eyes light up. It was the exact one he had wanted from the shop. "I bet you can still make it with a few hours before dinner if you run."

Eddie immediately reaches for the guitar but then catches a glimpse at their ruined trailer again. "Isn't it my responsibility to fix the trailer? I wrecked it."

Wayne's face softens. "I think your first responsibility is to stay eleven years old as long as you can."

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(Hi, I'm glad you made it here. I would really appreciate it if you could hit reblog and maybe think about supporting me on Kofi? It would mean a lot. Thanks for reading 🥰)

[oceangirl24]

Shades of Love: A Shondrey Collection

Family is what you make it and with whom you make it.

A collection of drabbles, double drabbles, and slice of life moments with the family they found.

I resisted this for a long time but eventually was enabled to join these color prompts by the wonderful @mikaharuka and @udaberriwrites .

The name Shondrey (Shawn, Jon, and Audrey) comes from @mrsmungus who gave this little family their name. She was also the one to coin Jondrey (Jon and Audrey's ship name). This is quite an honor for me as she writes another favorite family of mine Tiva (Tony DiNozzo/Ziva David) and Tivali (Tony, Ziva, Tali).

Many thanks to my friends for making these possible.

Read on:

AO3 FFN

[abcmuushroom]

Table of Contents

A quick guide of how to find things in this blog

I've grouped them by category (in bold), then put the tags I use in italics, and put a quick explanation of what you'll find in that tag in this blog

Titanic stuff

titanic drabbles: mostly true, 100 or 200 words each, about people (mostly the crew) on the Titanic

titanic tweets: mostly fiction, a "what if the Titanic crew had Twitter" sort of thing

titanic art: reblogs of other people's amazing Titanic art

titanic: all things Titanic, including reblogs and miscellaneous Titanic-related posts

other

boy meets world: posts from my boy meets world phase

history: posts, mostly reblogs but some original, about history (excluding the Titanic)

art: reblogs of art or about art, often with a side of history

literature: for, ah, posts about literature

linguistics: for posts about language (notably distinct from the above)

quotes: for. for quotes

I hope you enjoy your stay

[doctorbrown]

DOCTOBER '23 ⸺ 「 5 / 31 * ALARM CLOCK 」

November 7, 1955

01:23

Emmett didn't have the heart to wake the boy when he finally passed out, face-down on his living room couch and still fully clothed, shoes and all. He was only gone about twenty minutes—twenty-two, to be precise, according to the small collection of clocks hanging on the wall—to make up one of the unused and neglected guest rooms. He had more space than he knew what to do with, and the kid very well couldn't be sleeping on the couch for an entire week while he was temporarily displaced in this time due to the actions of his future self.

How could I have been so reckless as to send a kid through time alone?

So he left him there, hovering awkwardly over the boy for a moment before finally fetching a spare blanket from the closet and draping it over the exhausted time-traveller.

Marty's small collection of future gadgets were still on the chair where he left them, and it took all of Emmett's willpower not to start examining the strange items in greater detail, from the portable television studio to the device that looked like an odd transistor radio. You'll find out in time, he mentally chides himself, but the kid is still asleep and his curiosity is a powerful thing, so the next thing he knows, the radio is in his hands, much lighter than he imagined it would be.

He takes it with him into the kitchen, where he's set up multiple papers to begin his plans to modify the time machine. Normally, he would retreat to the garage to work on his project, as the environment there was far more conducive to the creative process, but he had reservations about leaving Marty alone in the house; what if the kid woke up, panicked, thinking this was all some horrible nightmare?

With so little time and the kid's very existence on the line, he sets to work, leaving the miniature radio on the table, which was now popped open, where a strange thin film canister labelled Van Halen, whatever that was, rested inside.

08:37

When he goes to check up on Marty again, a few hours later, the only difference between then and now was the position Marty was in on the couch and how tangled up in the blanket he had gotten himself. He looked just as sound asleep as he did when he first knocked out, and Emmett chuckles to himself—when was the last time he slept? He had serious doubts the kid would be awake any time before noon. Copernicus trots over, tail wagging, eager to check on their new houseguest.

❝Copernicus!❞ Emmett whispers as he puts his front paws on the couch, ❝Leave Marty be! He's had a hell of a day; let him sleep in unbothered. You can say hello when he wakes up.❞

Copernicus looks back between his master and his new friend, as if weighing out the amount of trouble he would get in for disobeying. Marty is new, exciting, and friendly, but—

❝Come on, boy! Let's get a start on breakfast.❞

Emmett sets the coffeepot on the stove with enough for two—does Marty drink coffee?—and fetches Copernicus' food bowl from the floor, yawning into the sleeve of his robe. This was not his first all-nighter and, if the existence of the time vehicle is anything to go off of, it will not be his last, either. He still has no real understanding of how the machine works beyond knowing that it does, and even if it will save him what will likely be years of struggle—thirty years, if he is to believe Marty's departure date is the very first test of the machine—he can't allow himself to break established history by obtaining future knowledge.

He sighs as the smell of coffee permeates the kitchen and promptly fills Copernicus' bowl with his favourite dry food.

Before he can set the bowl back down, a shout and the sound of something heavy hitting the floor causes Emmett to jump, sending dry kibble flying across the kitchen. He drops the bowl on the ground and hurries over to find Marty no longer on the couch, but on the floor, hair askew and wide-eyed and still hopelessly tangled in the blanket.

Copernicus is sitting on Marty's chest, tail wagging, and Emmett's eyes go wide.

❝H-Hey Doc. Copernicus kinda—❞

❝Copernicus!❞ Emmett chides, crossing the length of the room to pick up the dog and set him down on the floor. ❝What did I say about letting Marty sleep?❞

❝It's fine, Doc, really, I just wasn't expecting him to start licking my face, that's all.❞

Emmett kneels down as Marty starts to struggle against the blanket, brows furrowed as if to ask, may I? Marty nods, and he works on extricating the boy from his fabric prison. ❝Nonsense; you were exhausted, you need to sleep. I might have tried to wake you up when breakfast was finished, but that wasn't going to be for some time.❞

[midnightfanatics]

Chapters: 5/? Fandom: Boy Meets World Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Shawn Hunter/Topanga Lawrence-Matthews Characters: Shawn Hunter, Topanga Lawrence-Matthews, mentions of cory matthews Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, missing moments - canon divergence, Pining, high school era, Drabble Collection, Implied Cory/Topanga breakup, Jealousy, third wheel vibes Summary:

A Shawn Hunter/Topanga Lawrence drabble collection.

[winterlovesong1]

denim stars and inked hearts (I can see forever with you)

Summary: A Shawn/Angela drabble collection

Chapter One: direction

Chapter Summary: Missing moment from pre 6x17, post 6x15. Angela calls Shawn while he’s out on the road.

-/-

Last night was one of those five-minute conversations, the ones that fled too fast and pulled too taught at this idea home that seemed to have been strung within his chest. But he hadn’t found what he was looking for yet. That sign of revelatory bliss still yet to come. And so, he dismisses the feeling once again and thinks maybe when he reached Baltimore there’s be an epiphany waiting for him there.

Read the rest here

[aimmyarrowshigh]

"raven" for Cory/Shawn/Topanga and "night" for Riley/Maya/Lucas?

10. Raven @ AO3

Unfortunately, "night" has already been filled, but feel free to request a different prompt! :)

Request your own drabble with the pairing of your choice from this prompt list!

[saintels]

✮ ┆dessert. ethan landry

— addicted to your taste, ethan desperately needs to fix his sweet tooth. drabble

warnings female reader, cunnilingus, semi-public, oral (female recieving), use of ‘cunt’ 426 words

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YOU HAD DRAWN BLOOD. Your bottom lip swelled and pulsed under the stress of the white bone, surfacing blotches of red underneath your glassy Fenty lipgloss.

Your parents were beyond thrilled when you announced the news that you were bringing home a boy for the holidays, let alone the personification of a puppy dog.

Regardless of his excitement to meet your family, staying in your parent’s house came with its downsides. Going home for the holidays meant spending time with your family. Spending time with your family meant no privacy and no privacy meant less time Ethan could spend with his face stuffed in your cunt just as he was at that very moment.

He could not be deeper if he tried, nose nudging your swollen clit as his tongue lapped at your soaked walls.

Dress bunched above your belly button and your leg hiked over his shoulder, Ethan knelt on the bathroom floor as you gripped the marble basin of your Aunt’s guest bathroom.

You laced your fingers through his messy curls, not a single care in the world if the ring on your finger that he bought you for your birthday got tangled as your nails scratched at his scalp and gripped his hair in a bunch.

The accidental tug of his locks elicited the rumble of a moan from his throat, the sound’s vibrations tickling your centre.

“Fuck,” your hips jerk forward to grind against his mouth, his smooth tongue flicking your clit and dragging it in between his lips.

Staring at the clock on the wall, you winced. 9:22pm. You knew for a fact desert was brought out seven minutes ago.

“Ethan,” you whisper, voice husky, “we need to go- fuck!”.

Ethan never meets your gaze, too focused on the sweet taste of your juices on his tastebuds. His favourite dessert.

You became dizzy at the squelch of his long fingers sliding into your hole, coaxing you closer to your orgasm. With one final stroke of his tongue flattened on your cunt, you gush on his mouth. He looks up at you; full lips coated with a thick layer of the silky, sweet substance.

As he stands, your white dress drops to its normal position above your knees.

A florid blush paints his soft cheeks, his nose nudging yours as he kisses your lips gently.

“Do you not understand what the word ‘behave’ means?”

Your scolding has his face hiding in your neck, kissing over the gold ‘E’ pendant that hangs in the cove of your décolletage.

“ i’m sorry,” he mumbles, hands on your waist, “was sick of waiting for dessert.”

© lvrlina 2023 — do not copy, repost or translate my work onto any other platforms without my permission.

[fbfh]

i NEED more shawn fics i love the way you write for him 😭😭 i was wondering if u could do a shawn x hispanic!reader?

LSKJLSK THANK YOU BABES!!!! shawn is an underrated heartthrob tbh. listen, one thing about shawn hunter is that he deeply craves a sense of acceptance and belonging. if he falls for you and finds out you're from a big hispanic family that are warm and stable and accepting????? he is going to latch onto you even harder. he was avoiding meeting your family because he knows how the whole meet the parents thing usually goes, but when he finally shows up to have dinner with your folks and he's greeted with a hug?? he's thrown for such a loop. he's already so in love with you it borders on goofy, he has zero brain cells when he thinks about you or sees you, you make him short circuit. then he finds out your family is just as amazing as you are?? it feels to good to be true. you now have a date to any and all family functions, and no matter how many you go to it still feels strange that everyone's happy to see him. he loves it so much when you teach him words and phrases in spanish, if he's taking spanish as an elective that year he suddenly starts doing really well at it. it's the only class he has a good grade in, and it matters to him because you matter to him. if he's not taking spanish, he will be next year. you notice the change when little bits of spanish start popping up in his poetry or when he catches bits and pieces of conversations he missed before. once he gets exposed to spanish music???? oh my god he's going to be asking you for mixtape after mixtape of your favorites. and god he loves them. he loves you. you're everywhere, in his photography, his poetry, his dreams. you are literally his dream come true. he's never actually wanted to marry anyone before, but the idea of marrying you, marrying into such an amazing family actually sounds really nice. he starts asking you to marry him, proposing as a joke, but it's not really a joke anymore. it'll be a while before you realize that he's serious, that he's been serious about it the whole time, and if that's not heartpounding and very on brand and in character for him, I don't know what is.

[toruslvt]

ִֶָ yours to keep ↪ part three of mafia boss sukuna.

⋆ fluff ‹3, mention of pregnancy symptoms, reader has hyperemesis gravidarum ( heavy morning sickness, dehydration and dizziness ). this part is basically a collection of pieces ( drabbles ) from Sukuna and reader’s relationship. i can't possibly write a long fic sjdhhdh help.

I'm considering finishing the au here 🙆‍♀️ but do let me know in the comments if you think Sukuna is girl or boy's dad ^^

saying your first encounter was a coincidence is a fact, saying the ones that came after were under the same circumstances, it's nothing but a lie.

the gifts didn’t stop, nor the secret rendezvous with Sukuna’s bribing either the employees or bosses of each establishment you went to, although the man was more than eager to show off the world you’re with him now, he had to be cautious in case your daddy wished to stir some drama and forbid you to meet up with the pink haired. to Sukuna, your only daddy should be himself.

the bouquets of multiple flowers remained the same, —although most were yellow pansies. but a fresh set was always placed on your bedside table, still holding tightly onto Sukuna’s scent in each petal.

I’ll send a driver for you.

is what Sukuna had texted you that day, and in other situations you could have been thrilled, jumping around to find a suiting outfit for the occasion, although most of them ended up on his bedroom floor.

not today, i’m not feeling well.

you replied, and perhaps, you actually believed you’ll have a free day, well, for Sukuna that was text read as “please come and heal me”

I’m outside.

luckily your father was barely at home, so sneaking out was not an issue, only greeted by your bodyguard’s subtle nod, knowing better than to mess with your no-yet-boyfriend.

“what’s wrong, princess?” is the first thing Sukuna asks, a worried look on his face, one that no one besides you have seen on his usual cold facade, although his voice and hands are warm, gently tilting your chin to meet the red of his irises. “shall I call a doctor?” he suggests, arm around your waist to guide you into the black tinted car.

you shake your head, propping it on Sukuna’s broad shoulder, “it’s fine, probably something I ate” you mumble, eyelashes fluttering close at the sensation of your lover’s hand sliding down your back and settling on your belly, followed by a kiss on your forehead, “will feel better soon”

the car’s movements are enough to lull you to sleep, briefly hearing Sukuna humming against your hair, not quite content with that reply, but it will do for now.

A rebellion or loss of a very fruitful drug selling zone in the city could have made Sukuna worry, or at least that’s what his guards could have said, although none of those have happened and neither have any of his men seen the pink haired in such distress, pacing around the large, luxury filled room while his trust worthy doctor checked on you.

why did you lie? why did you say you’ll feel better when you haven’t? but he can’t get mad at you, not when you look so fragile and soft, laying under his expensive silk sheets.

“Sukuna, please stop, I told you i’m fine!” you half chuckle, heart warming at the sight of him all worried, head snapping back to meet your gaze with a scowl.

“you are not fine,” he huffs, sliding a hand through his face and slicking his hair back in a nervous manner you’ve come to notice. then a second later he’s crawling next to you, holding your hand tightly, shifting between you and the doctor drawing a bit of blood from your stretched out arm, by the look in his eyes you knew he was about to snap and tell the doctor to hurry up.

“it’s just a little dizziness,” you shrug.

and he groans, “...be quiet”

“when do you want to get married?”

you gasp, muffled words due to Sukuna’s arms around your head, keeping you against his half buttoned black shirt covered chest, “what?”

a low rumble under your cheek proves Sukuna laughed, deep and melodic, “you’re carrying my babies, of course you’ll marry me” he murmurs, more than a suggestion is a fact, one that you’re not truly against. as soon as the results were in, your now self called fiance sported the widest grin you’ve ever seen, a spark that wasn’t there before shining brightly on those eyes you’ve come to adore, “unless you don’t want to...” he trails off, mockingly hurt.

“i do...” you mumble back, gripping on the back of his shirt, “it’s just that... it won’t be easy” of course it won’t, not with your dad.

during the time you’ve met Sukuna, one thing was always permanent, and it was that cocky, self confident smirk of his, plastered on his face even though the situation didn’t require, it didn’t falter in the slightest, not even at the sight of your father grabbing a very expensive vase and tossing it in Sukuna’s direction, luckily the pink haired man easily dodged it, and the sound of broken ceramic echoed in the back.

“dad!” you yelp, placing yourself between your lover and your progenitor, “stop it!”

truly you knew it was a terrible idea, the suggestion of talking with your father on your own was not even considered by the pink haired, barely a week after your pregnancy discovery and he was more than eager to share the news, diamond ring shining on your finger, one that Sukuna promised to replace by a real engagement ring after settling things up, he, of course, didn’t mention the fact that said ring was hidden at the back of his closet.

“anyone! it could have been anyone in the world but you chose him?” your father yells, hurt dripping from his voice with a short stumble back, “what did I do to deserve this?”

you really considered that him and Sukuna would be wonderful friends, considering their love to exaggerate and play the victim’s role. “and he even got you pregnant!” he sobs loudly, face hidden behind his ring covered hands.

a quiet huff can be heard from your back, where your boyfriend stands.

“i love her,” Sukuna speaks, not before rising his brow and eyes rolling at the pointed look you gave him, “this doesn’t mean we’ll make peace, but I love your daughter, and i’ll marry her whether you like it or not.”

wondering what were the odds of two people dying at the same time, in the same spot, due to your father’s face going paler and his men having to hold him back to stop a murder attempt on Sukuna.

much against his good will, his princess deserved to be happy, even if it was with the devil himself.

Sukuna is not a man to regret his actions, following the ideal of “whatever, it’s done now” although now, his whole resolve is crumbling.

was it really a good idea to get you pregnant? the idea crossed his mind, guilt tugging on his chest as he knelt besides you, gently rubbing your back and holding your hair as you threw up for the fifth time, swallowing the urge to apologize for the nth time, he gently guides you up to wash your teeth and back to bed, his chest working as a pillow under your tired body, barely six weeks in.

“i’m sorry,” he finally speaks, tenderly rubbing your back, helping you ease the ache and nausea that crawled up your throat, “this is my fault” voice filled with concern and rage towards himself.

you barely shake your head, nuzzling on his toned chest, “t’s not your fault” you croak, “i’ll get better soon, just two or three months left”

yet the attempt to calm Sukuna’s racing heart and mind was not enough, the guilt still crawling up his chest and setting in his throat, fighting back the urge to let out a broken sound.

“i love you” he mutters instead, resting his cheek on the top of your head, hand rubbing your waist softly, “my strong, brave angel, after the baby is born i’ll give you the best wedding you could ask for” it’s a soft sigh, “... but we won’t have more babies”

you chuckle, wholeheartedly, weird how watching his beloved go through such discomfort can erase the breeding kink from someone.

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[solaireverie]

f1 | i'd be the man

summary: [ drabbles ] you're the formula one driver and he's your wag. (aka the toto wolff-ification of the fast car boys)

warnings: mentions of racism and sexism

author's note: i had so much fun coming up with non-f1 jobs 😂 i'm convinced that most of the boys would still be obsessed with f1. considering doing this for other drivers, drop some suggestions? 👀

→ CHARLES LECLERC

Charles is a fashion designer who works for one of your sponsors. You find his designs slightly... peculiar and aren't afraid to tell him. Determined to prove you wrong about his vision, Charles volunteers to be your primary point of contact for your partnership with the fashion house.

Your meetings are contentious in the beginning, neither of you understanding the other. You leave each consultation with a throbbing migraine and a barely suppressed urge to throw something at Charles. If only he weren't so damned stubborn. (At the same time, you know that his passion for his craft is half of why you even deign to meet with him.)

A grudging respect forms between you after months of friction and endless banter about what exactly you want your sponsorship to look like. If hard-pressed, you might even call it a friendship.

Charles has been a Formula 1 fan since childhood and is secretly a fan of yours. You find out after you meet him for a design meeting after a rough race and he suddenly goes on a rant about how the driver who took you out was being ridiculous and how you deserved better. You're completely charmed and interrupt him by asking him out on a date.

He's the absolute best boyfriend that you could ever ask for, following you to all the European races and supporting you from Monaco when he can't make it. Charles delights in being able to provide a bit of stability for you in your hectic life. He puts up photos of your race wins in his studio and proudly tells all of his clients about his girlfriend and her achievements.

(You still won't listen to his fashion advice, though.)

→ MAX VERSTAPPEN

Max runs the cat shelter that you adopt your cat from. You notice how cute he is the first time you meet him but you're too shy to make a move — besides, Max cherishes his quiet life and you don't know how open he would be to associating with a public figure like a Formula 1 driver. Still, he's funny and kind and you somehow keep talking.

It starts out innocuously, just pictures and updates about your new cat (because Max cares about all of the cats that he's ever taken care of, even the ones that have been adopted into good homes) and occasional behind-the-scenes updates when you find out that Max likes Formula 1.

Without realizing it, Max becomes one of your closest friends. He catsits for you when you're out of the country for races, picks you up from the airport after international races, and cheerfully beats you at sim racing whenever you have the opportunity to game together.

Max realizes that you're basically dating around a year into your friendship. You sleep at his place, in his bed, more often than not. Sassy likes you more than she likes him. You have his coffee order memorized and he knows your parents. (Your mother adores him and constantly encourages you to make a move.)

He's patient, however, and waits for you to realize your own feelings as well. Dating comes as naturally for you as your friendship did. Although Max doesn't always enjoy the media scrutiny that comes with dating a Formula 1 driver, he takes full advantage of the attention to defend you at any given chance.

In fact, you've been asked multiple times by your team principal to get your boyfriend to calm down before he offends another driver, but you wouldn't change Max for the world.

→ LANDO NORRIS

Lando is a Twitch streamer with a decent following who specializes in gaming, especially e-motorsports. He gets the chance to visit your team's garage when he wins a e-sport tournament. He's an unabashed simp fan and immediately makes a fool of himself when he meets you, but you find it adorable.

(Lando swears up and down to anyone who'll listen that he didn't mean to blush and accidentally propose on the spot.)

You cheekily tell him to take you out on a date first and he surprisingly gets his act together and actually follows through. Lando is incredibly kind and clumsily charming despite his awkward exterior. You can tell that he genuinely likes spending time with you and wants to hear what you have to say.

Lando switches to Youtube and vlogging when your relationship stabilizes so he can spend more time with you. His fans — and yours — love catching glimpses of his elusive Formula 1 driver girlfriend in his videos. It's a running joke among his fans that Lando is your sugar baby, which Lando finds extremely funny and shamelessly accepts.

Eventually, both of you realize that you've found the love of your life and you start thinking about marriage. You propose to each other at the same time, on the vacation that you each planned for the other, while your mutual friends who knew about both sides die of laughter from the sidelines.

Lando insists on taking your name as well and declares that he's now officially your trophy husband.

("Get it? You get trophies from your job, which brought us together, so technically I'm a trophy now too?" "Yes, Lando, I understand double entendres perfectly well." "Ooooh French, fancy!")

→ LEWIS HAMILTON

You meet Lewis in your childhood. He karts at the same track as you and you bond over the shared experience of being "other" from the other drivers. No one ever bets on either of you to be fast, to win, so you bet on each other. Lewis supports you with his entire being, even when he chooses to leave racing to chase other dreams. You dreamed of reaching Formula 1 together but Lewis, in this world, is happy cheering from the paddock.

Everyone around you is convinced that you're dating Lewis, who has become a highly successful model and philanthropist. Who else would would take time out of their insanely busy life to follow you around the world? The closeness between you doesn't help either — Lewis acts like your partner more often than not.

Despite appearances, however, Lewis is just your best friend, and it stays that way until a PR disaster with your respective relationships calls for extensive damage control. The best distraction that your media teams can come up with is that you fake-date each other: what better to appease the masses with than the ever-beloved tale of childhood friends to lovers?

The fake relationship changes something in your previously stable friendship. Suddenly, you can't stop seeing Lewis in a different light and you find yourself wishing that the romance was real. You're terrified of losing one of the most important people in your life, so you keep quiet about your true feelings for months as things calm down.

Eventually, your manager gives the all-clear to end the ruse and you end up scrambling for a reason to maintain it. By that time, Lewis has caught on to you. He stops by one night with a bottle of wine and your favorite movie. As the credits play, he leans over and kisses you softly — the first time he's kissed you out of the eye of the public.

You're lost for words and he quietly assures you that no matter what happens if you pursue a real relationship, he'll always be your Lewis.

Ten years later, happily married with a couple of championships under your belt, you couldn't be happier that you had chosen to say "hi" to the boy at the karting track.

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[bluehourbucky]

My Mom Thinks You're Hot

pairing: beefy!bucky x singlemom!reader

summary: your son tries to set you up with an avenger in a grocery store

a/n: short drabble bc why not

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Getting groceries might not be fun for most families but for you and your 6 year old son it's almost as fun as going to the park.

The store that you visit has small cart for kids which your son loves to push, making him feel like a big boy. It's absolutely adorable and you take a picture of him every time. You don't know how you got lucky that your son loves grocery shopping as most kids find it either boring or too stimulating which is completely normal.

"Mommy look it's Avengers cereal!"

As any other kid his age, he's obsessed with The Avengers.

"Yes it is and it's very cool but we already have cereal at home." his face falls and puts the cereal box back.

"Can we get it next time?"

"Of course honey." you chuckle when you see him do a little victory dance.

You were slowly but surely making your way through the grocery list, slowly because your son decided to stop in front every single Avengers food.

Now for your favourite.

Ice Cream.

You turn your head quickly when you hear your son squeal.

"MOMMY THE AVENGERS! CAPTAIN AMERICA! AND BUCKY!" He whisper yells

you look over to where he's pointing and it's true there stand Sam Willson and James Buchanan Barnes.

"Can we please say hi." he holds your hand and gives you his best puppy eyes. You give in since it's not every day you get to meet heroes.

"Hi! You're really cool!"

Two men look down at the 6 year old boy and smile.

"Hey champ,what's your name?" Captain America asks and crouches down to his eye level.

"That's such a cool name!"

"Thank you my mom chose it!" you immediately blush when both men look at you.

"Hi. We just wanted to say hi and uh thank you for saving the world and all that." you avoid looking at James Bucky Barnes because you might have a huge crush on him. Ever since you were a teen and studied for history you thought he was very handsome.

"All part of the job ma'am." Sam salutes you and you smile a little, he's the perfect Captain America.

"I have so many questions!"

"Honey, they are very busy we can't keep them all day. How about just one question for each of them? That's of course if you're okay with that." You look at two heroes,who reply with a nod

"Alright you heard your mom, what do you have."

He thinks so hard and finally asks.

"What's the name of your bird!?" Bucky bursts out laughing, that's not what he thought the boy would ask Sam. Your heart might have done a flip at the sound,you try to hide your face by looking at the floor.

"His name is Redwing."

"Well that's pretty boring why doesn't he have a cool name." At this the three of you laugh.

Sam looks mildly offended.

"What do you have for me?" Bucky asks and whatever he thought the boy would ask it certainly was not this.

"Mr Bucky sir - Do you have a girlfriend or boyfriend or partner? My mom thinks you're hot."

You immediately pull your son into you and cover his mouth. Bucky blushes deeply and so do you.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry. We have to go right now." You're so embarrassed that you leave your full cart and go straight for the exit pulling your son by the arm.

"But he didn't answer the question." your son whines.

"We don't need to know that. That's a personal question you don't ask people!"

"Uh I don't mind answering that question." Buckys voice says and you stop in your tracks, you turn around but still avoid the eye contact.

"Really you don't have to!"

"I want to. And I'd like to ask a personal question too if that's okay with you of course?"

Your knees almost give out when you manage to make eye contact.

"No, I do not have a significant other. And I don't know how this works at this day and age, but I'd like to ask for your number,doll."

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some years later

"Thank you for coming guest's that I know and don't know. My mom is getting married to my dad! You should all be thanking me because I made that happen!"

You look at your now husband and smile.

Maybe it's not the way you thought you'd meet the love of your life but sure is a story your guests and son find very entertaining.

[oceangirl24]

Shades of Love: Amber Skies

I previously mentioned a new collection of drabbles and microfics called Shade of Love: A Shondrey Collection. Since these are super short, I'll be posting them in full here a few days after they've been live on AO3 and FFN.

Once again, many thanks to @mikaharuka and @udaberriwrites for enabling me to do this.

Amber Skies

Amber: Joy, security, energy, positivity, warmth, boldness, vitality.

“…the inclusions of insects, while of great interest to scientists, add little value to jewelry.”

Shawn slept on the lab table.

“…has a perfectly preserved mosquito in it.”

Shawn slept.

“Shawnie! Hey, Shawn!”

He lifted his head at Cory’s call.

“Look! I’ve never seen a color like it.”

Curious, he joined his friends at the front of the lab.

He stared at the insect suspended in a glob of fiery honey.

He had seen that color many times before.

A platinum blond walked his way. The sway of her hips matched the swing of her hair.   

When she reached him, she made sure her milky tresses grazed his arm.  

Jon declined her offer.   

He preferred fire.    

She was ice. 

 “How much longer?”

“We pick her up tomorrow.”

“It’s boring when she’s gone.”

“It’d help if you didn’t mope the entire time.”

Jon and Shawn sat beside each other on the rooftop of the apartment.

The sun disappeared in the distance, setting the sky on fire as it went.

Vibrant orange and yellow, a hint of brown. No red, no purples, no blues.

It was a color they had seen many times before and they couldn’t wait for her to return.

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