#dal fics

[hongyangi]

somnolent | jacob bae

⤷ bf!jacob, gn!reader, fluff, implied established relationship

it's already late at night and your computer is still on, multiple tabs open and keyboard clicking. you were planning to pull an all-nighter so you can finish your work earlier than the deadline. coffee on hand, eyes fixed on the screen, you sip your coffee and set the mug aside. ideas are abundant in your brain right now so you didn't wanna waste more time. besides, you might forget them if you procrastinate. you would hate it if you'd be late on the deadline or if your plans won't be done as scheduled. you were already stressed at having too much work at the same duration so it's best to get them done as soon as you can.

feeling productive, you were so focused on your work that you haven't given much attention to your boyfriend beside you. jacob rests his head on your shoulder, still considerate to not distract you by not being too close. yet, he sighed several times. it's even louder than he anticipated but you still did not bat an eye. he pouts. hoping for any slight attention, or maybe a conversation starter, he slides his arm around your waist and moved a little closer. when he fails to get your attention, he calls, "baby..." in a slightly groggy voice. you hummed a small "hm?" but eyes still shifting from the screen to the keyboard.

he sighed, face somewhat closer to your neck so you felt his breath fan on the side of your cheek, neck, and to your ear. instinctively, you tilt your head enabling him to press his lips on the crook of your neck quite accidentally. chills invaded your body making you blush, "jacob?" you turned to him. feeling a sense of victory, he smiled smugly at you and took the chance to peck on your lips. the blush became worse for what he just did and you only giggled to him,

hoping you could stop the giddy feeling he just bestowed on you, you turned back to your computer screen, but now barely able to focus. "is this needed too soon?" he asks, brows furrowed in frustration. "in three weeks, but i have few parts left so i want it done sooner." you explained in response while typing. jacob sighs, "you can continue tomorrow-" he pauses, "no, later. or yeah, maybe tomorrow. you should rest all day today. look at the time!" he protests when he realizes the time. you stop midway, eyes darting at the date and time of your computer.

oh, shoot. you abruptly turn to jacob who's still pouting beside you. you felt sorry for making him wait until almost four in the morning so you can go to bed together. "you've been waiting that long?" your eyes widen at him. the disbelief was evident in his expression but still managed to tease you, "well, i'm glad you're aware." jacob shrugs.

"okay, hold on a minute. i'll just finish this-" you saved the file and were about to add a little edit for it but you didn't notice that jacob has already sat on the bed beside your work table and he cuts your sentence by pulling your swivel in his direction. he also easily yanks you up from your seat by the waist and plops down on the bed with you on top of him.

you were surprised by his antics. nevertheless, it still made you feel warm and thrilled. the position enabled you to feel his heartbeat against your own and it made both of you silent for a moment, albeit never awkward. you looked at him fondly under you. one hand on the small of your back, and one fixing the stray hair that falls on your face. jacob stares at you just as affectionately and gives you a soft smile, "you worked hard today," he says in an almost whisper, his palm resting on your cheek while his thumb caresses your face softly. "you always give your best at everything you do, y/n, and i'm proud of you..." jacob pats your back gently, "but i hope you're not too disappointed when you can't do something you like. it's alright to take it slow, okay? you should allow yourself to rest too."

his words of encouragement soften your heart and you wish you could replay this moment as many times as you can. you could feel your eyes become teary as you take his words to your heart, but you manage to conceal them as you bury your face in the crook of his neck. but jacob knows. you won't realize you're tired and overworked until he tells you to rest. you even thought that he knows you better than yourself. those were words you need to hear at least once when you're having a hard time, and he never fails to reassure you. you have a companion. you have a source of strength. "thank you..." you managed to say. jacob hugged you tightly and hums, "i love you." you returned it to him as you close your eyes and your body at ease.

after a few seconds before you could let the sleepiness control you, you lift your head again and blinks at him, "are we sleeping like this?" you ask perplexed. jacob was as confused as you are but he chuckles and holds your frame carefully, gently laying you down beside him. your head rested on his arm and his face was just above yours. you looked up at him, who was supposed to give you a forehead kiss but his lips touched the tip of your nose instead. jacob was slightly surprised as he opens his eyes, but his smile grew and proceeded to kiss your lips instead. "is this comfortable for you?" he asked and with no words left to protest at him, you nod, hiding your gleeful smile when you drape your arm on his waist and snuggles close to his chest where you could hear his heart beating.

"sleep well, my love." you softly whisper and lay quiet in his embrace, somnolent after the busy day. you hope you can wake up at the sight of him beside you once again. you feel a warm hand patting your back as you fell asleep.

"sleep well, my dearest."

[imasradiantasthesun]

as a christmas gift my lovely boyfriend @dscodarkness commissioned the amazing @kald-dal-art to draw Gale and Madge in their interview outfits from my fic holding bright and i'm absolutely in love with it!!!!!

[maliciousalice]

[nientedal]

[axewchao]

A redraw of something I made all the way back in 2018.

After coming across a weird puppy in the woods, Dogamy and Dogaressa have taken said puppy into their care as they continue their hunt for the human that's apparently come out of the Ruins.

Don't worry, weird puppy, you're safe with these two! owo)b

[divinemissem13]

30 Days of Prodigy, day 4: Coffee

Or: 5 times Dal R'El tasted coffee

The first time Dal R’El tasted coffee, it was an accident. During his brief stint as Admiral Janeway, her ship’s doctor had ordered him to drink it and he tried to keep his cool, he really did. But the stuff was disgusting - even more disgusting than anything they used to pass off as food on Tars Lamora. So he spit it out, all over the bridge of the USS Dauntless. 

***

The second time Dal tasted coffee was definitely not his fault. He was just settling back into his own body when he caught the taste of something familiar…

“Ok,” he demanded between gulps of replicated root beer, “who let her drink coffee in my body?”

“She said it helps her think,” Gwyn offered with a shrug. 

“What’s so bad about it? Our Janeway drinks it all the time!” Rok-Tahk chimed in. 

“It’s awful - it tastes like sour rotten vegetables and I am banning it from this ship!”

“Yes, Captain,” Zero said in a tone that made it clear they would be rolling their eyes, if they had any. 

***

The third time Dal tasted coffee, he did so in secret. He kept thinking about how Admiral Janeway said it helped her think, and how her doctor had ordered him to drink it, and how even Hologram Janeway often had a cup in her hand. He began to wonder if all good captains drink coffee and if so, he’d better learn to like it. 

And maybe if he was prepared for it, it wouldn’t be so bad. 

So he waited until the rest of the crew was asleep and then he snuck into the mess hall. He ordered a coffee from the replicator, pinched his nose shut, and took a tentative sip. 

Nope. Still disgusting he thought as he finished wiping up the coffee he had reflexively spat all over the bulkhead. 

***

The fourth time, Dal had become determined to conquer his vile enemy. He had never been one to give up and he wouldn’t start now! 

The next night, he snuck to the mess hall again. His mantra, as he approached the replicator, was “Real Captains don’t spit out their coffee. Real Captains don’t spit out their coffee.”

Dal spit out his coffee. 

Feeling defeated, he sunk into the nearest chair and covered his face with his hands. How would his crew ever respect him if he couldn’t do something as simple as swallowing a sip of coffee? 

“I thought that stuff was banned on this ship.”

“Janeway!” Dal exclaimed as he jumped to his feet and began fumbling for an answer.  “I, uh, I didn’t - I thought -“

“I just want to be a good captain,” he wailed. “And all good captains drink coffee! Admiral Janeway, you, even Captain Chakotay has a mug in that holo-recording!” He hurled himself back into the chair and flung his head down on the nearest table. Though his arms covered his face, it was clear that he was trying very hard not to cry. 

Janeway studied her young captain for a moment and decided not to correct this assumption when he was so distressed. Instead she chose a different tactic. 

“Chakotay always ruined his coffee with too much cream and sugar,” she said with an amused shake of her head. 

Dal looked up at her, suddenly hopeful. “You mean, I’m allowed to add stuff??”

***

The fifth time Dal tasted coffee, it was loaded up with milk, sugar, and even chocolate syrup. It was a pale tan color, rather than the deep dark brown he was accustomed to and it smelled of sweetness, with only a faint hint of sour vegetables - and only if you knew to look for it. 

This time, Dal did not spit out the coffee. 

Maybe, he thought, I might be a good captain after all. 

[emozionidinchiostro]

Akosmia io ti idolatro

[squid-princess-teach-swallow]

Excuse Me, This Is My Room

Series: None, this is a one-shot.

Book and Settings: Dracula: A Love Story AU

Pairing: DaLS MC Mavis Burnell × Leo Nolan

Summary: After a long tiring plane ride, Mavis just wants to go to her hotel room and get some rest. But things don't go as planned.....

A/N: This fic is an alternate meet-cute between MC and Leo, completely inspired by this wonderful edit by @robintora and the convo that ensued further with my fellow swallows in the rc server - thanks sm y'all! This also happens to be my first RC fic, so I hope y'all like it 💖✨

You can also read this fic on AO3 here.

Disclaimer: All the characters belong to Your Story Interactive. I'm just borrowing them for the story.

Mavis hauled along her luggage as she climbed the stairs. Of course, of all the times the elevator could malfunction, it had to be today, she thought to herself, annoyed. The plane ride was too long for someone like Mavis, who hated staying still for extended periods of time. She heaved a sigh of relief when she finally reached the 7th floor. She dragged her luggage behind her, searching for room 722.

"Ah, there it is!" Mavis exclaimed as she found her room but in her excitement, she dropped her room key. She picked it up, opened the door, and entered the room.

Finally! She dropped her bags near the door and was about to crash on the bed when she realised how sweaty she was. Nope, shower first, nap later. She went towards the bathroom and just as she was about to pull the doorknob, the door swung open.

Mavis jumped back in surprise. A naked guy walked out of the bathroom. Well, almost naked; he had a towel wrapped around his waist. She studied him from head to toe. Fiery red hair, bright green eyes, sharp nose, full lips. Her breath hitched as her gaze settled on his broad shoulders and toned torso, which was dusted with freckles. Damn, he really works out, huh? Just as her eyes wandered lower, she heard a "A-hem". She looked up to see the guy grinning at her with an amused smile. "My eyes are up here, you know."

Mavis reddened. Wow, did I really ogle at a guy I just met? A guy who broke into my room, nonetheless. She shook her head and levelled a glare at him, "What the hell are you doing in my room, mister?"

He looked at her incredulously. "Excuse me? That's my line. What are you doing in my room?"

"Your room? This is my room! This is room number 722, isn't it?"

He shot her a smug look. "Actually, this is room 721. You've got the wrong room."

Mavis sighed exasperatedly. "You've got to be kidding me. I saw the number plate on the door before I entered, and it cleared said 722."

"Really? Maybe you should get your eyes checked. I've been staying in this room for a few days now, and it's definitely not room 722."

Mavis was getting annoyed now. She pulled the guy along with her until they reached the door, and she pointed out to the number plate on the door. "See, this is room-" Her words trailed off as she saw the number '721' printed clearly on the plate. She dropped his hand and sighed defeatedly. You're such a humongous idiot, Mavis! She reddened. Turning to face the guy, she smiled sheepishly and said, "I'm so sorry, mr, uh,"

"Leo. Leo Nolan."

"Oh. I'm sorry, Leo. I should've been more careful. I must have mixed up the rooms when I dropped the keys."

Leo scratched his chin thoughtfully. "Speaking of which, how did your keys open my room?"

"Oh, I didn't think of that! Maybe the keys are similar."

She walked to her actual room, and inserted the key, but the door didn't budge. "What the hell?" She muttered as she tried to unlock the door.

"Let me. '' Leo took the key from her and tried his hand but the door didn't open at all.

"Oh god, I totally cannot climb down seven floors once more with all this luggage!" She said as she cursed herself internally for being such a heavy packer.

"What about the elevator?" Leo suggested.

"It doesn't work!"

"What about the one on the other side of the floor?"

"There's another one?"

"...yeah?"

"Of course there is, ugh." She sighed exasperatedly and started dragging her suitcase in the direction of the other elevator.

"Wait a minute, I'll come along too!"

Mavis spun around and looked at him suspiciously. "Why do you have to come?"

"Uhhh, because your key somehow is able to open my room? I don't want anyone breaking and entering, you know."

"Fine then. Come along."

Leo smirked. "Do you expect me to come down like this?" He gestured to his naked chest.

Mavis bit her lip and tried not to let her eyes wander. "Ugh, go change quickly. I don't have all day."

Leo disappeared back into his room and came out a few minutes later, wearing a white t-shirt, green jacket and dark pants. "Okay, let's go." He looked down at her suitcase. "That looks really heavy! Do you want any help with that?"

Mavis wasn't sure if he was planning to run off with her stuff or if he was being genuine. "Uh, no thanks, I can do it myself."

"You look very tired. Let me help. I promise I won't run away with it," He said, like he can read her mind.

Mavis looked at him sheepishly. "Okay. Thank you." She handed the suitcase to him and they walked towards the elevator and reached the reception.

Mavis caught the receptionist's attention. "Excuse me?"

"Yes ma'am, how can I help you?"

"The keys which you gave me don't open my room, but they work on the neighbouring room. I think you've given me the wrong keys."

The receptionist searched on the keys board for a while before pulling out a different set of keys and offering them to Mavis. "I'm so sorry, ma'am, I mixed up the keys. I gave you the other room's spare key by accident."

Mavis gave the receptionist a look. "That's what happens when you're too busy chatting away on the phone while you're dealing with a customer."

The receptionist looked down. "I'm sorry ma'am, it won't happen again."

Mavis' expression softened a bit. "It's okay, just be more attentive next time," she said before walking off. She turned to Leo and dangling her keys in front of him, she gave him a smirk. "Now you won't have to worry about me breaking into your room."

Leo smirked back at her. "Well, I'm glad that's sorted out." They got into the elevator and reached their rooms but neither of them were eager to go inside.

Mavis spoke up. "I know we got off on the wrong foot, but it's been nice talking to you, Leo."

Leo gave her a crooked grin. "I wish I could say the same, but I don't even know your name."

Mavis giggled. "I guess that's fair. I'm Mavis Burnell." She held out her hand. "Pleasure to meet you, Leo."

Leo smiled and shook her hand. His hand was rough and callous, but warm and comforting at the same time. "Pleasure is all mine, Mavis. You have a pretty name."

Mavis blushed. "Thank you."

Both of them kept looking at each other but then they heard a piercing "Meow!" from Leo's room.

They both snapped out of it.

"Uhhh, what was that sound?"

Leo sighed ruefully and shook his head, still smiling. "That would be Nosferatu, my cat. I guess he's hungry."

"Oh! Then I won't keep you. I guess I'll see you around?" She said hesitantly.

"I hope so. See you around."

They reluctantly entered their respective rooms, but they couldn't get the other out of their mind.

[commandermeg]

"Nobody gets to pick their family, but when you're made in a lab, things get weird." - Nick Valentine, Fallout 4

[hongyangi]

jacob bae | must be love on the brain

genre: fluff, suggestive, established relationship

notes: not proofread and it's the first time I'm writing here so bear with me ><

special mention @sungbeam because i couldn't get this song outta my head ever since you sent that ask lol not complaining tho <3

you have not even changed from your ballroom outfit yet when someone rang the doorbell. however, you were not even slightly annoyed— heck, didn't even think twice to run by the door because all you could ever think of whoever is blasting the doorbell late at night was jacob. you missed him so much this week and although he promised to come watch your competition, you couldn't have time to reunite after. he had an urgent schedule before the event ended. that's why all you could catch for him was his message saying that he'll see you later.

even so, you couldn't forget how he looked at you when you caught a glimpse of him from the audience. he was sitting at the front, watching you intently. it was a fleeting moment but the way he immediately smiled when the two of you saw each other— you dancing with your partner on stage, and jacob only looking at you. the knowing looks and the faint smile you gave each other was enough to satisfy your heart that was longing for him. it was enough to know that his support for you has never wavered even between busy schedules.

so the moment you opened your door, your heart beats as if having a marathon. you were aching to hug him and cling onto him. yet, you only gave a soft smile and let him in. "hey..." you smiled and stared at his eyes who gave the same look as you.

"hey, hun..." jacob smiled in return.

but there was also goosebumps and butterflies from the way he stares back at you. scanning you from your expressions— the glitter in your eyes because you missed him so much, the slight quiver on your lips because you couldn't figure out what to say to him first, and the way your hands wanted to reach out for him. the comfortable silence giving more tension.

jacob reached out for the doorknob behind him, realizing late that you haven't even locked the door yet. upon locking it, he held your hand to pull you onto him and his other hand rested on your hip to catch you gently, "i missed you..." he whispered with a low voice as he leaned in, "... so much." and in another fleeting moment, his lips touched yours. gently, softly, heartbreakingly sweet but not enough to appease how much you wanted to hear his voice and to have his touch after a long week.

it was unfair that you couldn't even speak when he said he missed you as he claimed your lips. so you made sure that he'd know you felt the same.

your arms draped over his shoulders as you kissed, feet stepping backwards trying to balance yourself so you wouldn't fall but he catches you by the back of your hip. the kiss was gentle but deep. palms resting on your hip until he slowly caressed his girlfriend's small frame and and finds your waist so he could lightly carry you and pin you against the wall. you catch your breath as the kiss becomes deeper then he ghosted your lips to place soft pecks on your cheek and on the crook of your neck. then he breaks from the kiss and looks at you, "but i hate the way he was touching you before i could." he suddenly pouted that you found too cute not to giggle, even when he was being stern. jacob's arms now locking you in between.

you laughed heartily, "but it was just for the competition." it must be about your dance partner, you thought. you cupped his cheeks to make him pout more then gave him small pecks all over his gorgeous face. his hands caressed the back of yours. the enjoyment of seeing his jealous expression is evident on your teasing smile. maybe because he usually stays silent or just humorously laughs it off whenever someone was being linked to you. swear you could take stolen shots right now and use it as black mail when needed, or just whenever you feel playful.

"i know," jacob sighed, "but i missed you so much the whole damn week and i want you all to myself." his voice even more stern, eyes staring at your lips as he waits for your reaction. maybe the last line was your breaking point.

you missed him too. it is even an understatement with this situation. missing all of his little antics, when he smells your hair before hugging you from the back. when he rubs circles your back when you've been on your laptop working the whole day. when he gives you his shirt after your practice. when he carries you downstairs because you're too lazy to get up. or when he would tuck your stray hair behind your ear when you turn to him on the bed. jacob being able to see you comfortably sleeping beside him with the warm sunlight outside the window, its rays of gold shining on your pretty face giving his heart a tiny squeeze.

while you were on that stage, he was already thinking of taking you to a date somewhere quiet and comfortable. so you could talk about what you have missed about each other when you were not together. but plans couldn't go as he thought when he was called to their office for something urgent. and even now when he thought the two of you could take a late night walk but here he is, pinning you against the wall because he couldn't get enough of how pretty you look in that dress. "oh, cobi." it must have been really exhausting for you not seeing him personally on a long week.

"when have I not become all yours?" you stated in a soft voice. one palm resting on his nape and the other playing with his hair.

and just so you know, you were giving him the same look he saw when you were dancing. "that's a dangerous thing to say, my lady." jacob chuckled as he gives you a kiss on the forehead, he pulled you onto him again. he leaned in just as close to have the tip of his nose graze on yours, "all when I'm holding you like this." he taunted, giving your waist a light squeeze.

the two of you giggled, your hearts feeling warmth upon seeing and hearing each other's laugh. "let's make up for those times we couldn't visit each other, shouldn't we?" you suggested. it did not even take long for him to agree. he knows it's the permission you're granting him. add the fact that he just really wants to be with you all night.

you laughed heartily again when he carries you in bridal style to your bedroom. "I'd love that." he smiled cheekily and you smacked him on the chest playfully.

jacob really knows all the ways to your heart. that even when you couldn't meet for a long time, you'd find all traces of him running on your thoughts. he leaves the comfort you couldn't find from anyone else.

"i love you." he whispers as he leaves love bites on the crook of your neck once you lay down your shared bed, and you say it back sending him butterflies.

it really must be love. and tonight he's proving you how much he loves you again, and how much pining and yearning could not equate to what you have now.

[angelsdean]

if i actually knew anything abt horses and horse racing i would have written the deancas Wildfire AU like. yesterday. that show was my shit as a 12 yr old dean is the ex-con sent to work on the singer-harvelle horse farm and ends up becoming the surprising star jockey that will save the struggling farm. he forms a special bond with Impala aka Baby his beloved horse<3 cas is the rich boy with a heart of gold from the neighboring competing horse farm. temporary tiny love triangle between jo dean and cas before jo ends up in an enemies to lovers with rich girl pretty princess anna<3 anyways they save the farm, cas defies his family for dean, they get married and the horse is part of the wedding 

[nientedal]

Good time of day friends - at long last, Scare Away the Dark is finished! The epilogue has finally been posted. Featuring Minion being Anxious, Roxanne being Tired, Wired, and Well-Connected, and Megamind being a cuddle-hungry goth peacock badly in need of a fidget toy.

So, you know. The usual :D

[buginateacup]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Megamind (2010) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Megamind/Roxanne Ritchi Characters: Megamind (Megamind), Minion (Megamind), Roxanne Ritchi Additional Tags: Pre-Relationship, Pre-Canon, Christmas Eve, Mistletoe, the beginnings of Megamind's crush, Roxanne in a slinky dress, the author has never experienced a white christmas so everything is stolen from movies, villainous but gentlemanly cape sharing, Bug's first bit of Megamind fic ever written, who would have thought we'd come this far? Summary:

Christmas is in the air in Metro City, and despite all evidence to the contrary, even villains can have moments of goodwill.

[divinemissem13]

Crackfic alert! 🚨

Please enjoy this ridiculousness that occupied my entire weekend. Sorry/ not sorry 🤷‍♀️

Usually taking the pins out relieved her aching head somewhat, but not today. Not for the last few days, actually, she realized. Kathryn studied herself in the bathroom mirror as she released the last few locks of hair from containment. Her eyes were a bit sunken, but she hadn’t been sleeping well lately. Maybe the Doctor was right and she should take a day off. She really hadn’t felt like herself lately. The persistent low level nausea, the headache hovering but never quite making the attack, disrupted sleeping patterns - if it were in any way possible, she might think she was pregnant. But short of immaculate conception, it surely wasn’t that. 

[thirteenis-myluckynumber]

Y'all that scene with Septentrion before Noe's bath... I uh I might have to write a fic that extends it if no one else will. Would anyone read it?