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[satancopilotsmytardis]

Drabble-A-Thon Prompt #7

Pairing: Shigadabi

Rating: General

Prompt: Freestyle!

Contents: Coffee Shop AU, Still villains, still quirks, excessive consumption of caffeine oh my fucking god.

Dabi’s day job is working at the local bakery and coffee shop. It’s not a great job and he can honestly say that he gets more abuse and feels like his safety is in more danger there than he does as an arsonist for hire at night. But whatever. It’s a job that requires him to be there starting at three-thirty in the morning to prep for the opening at six, with him arriving with maybe one other person to make sure their beans are ground fresh and all of their in-house pastries have been made and set out in the display case.

When the doors open at six thirty on the dot, there are always the regulars that he knows who come in and order the same thing each day, sometimes only differentiating their order by including something to eat if they know they’ll be working through lunch, or increasing the size of their drink if they know it’s going to be a long day. Those customers aren’t so bad. He knows their routines and is able to have set up the machines so that he can be certain their orders will come fast. The problem customers tend to start between seven and eight, when people who don’t normally come in stop by because they weren’t able to get coffee at home or at their regular place for whatever reason, and start to confuse them with a chain store. They aren’t one of those, and if he has to tell one more person that the owner doesn’t let them make seasonal drinks, then he’s going to burn down this place with himself inside. Those people tend to hold up the line, get rude with him, and generally cause him more annoyance than he usually wants to deal with. Still, by the last hour and a half of his shift, they’ve gone through the morning rush and he’s mostly just serving stragglers and making sure things are prepared and neat for the afternoon rush before he gets to leave and go to sleep. 

It’s a surprise when he gets a new regular and the kind of regular that he is. He appears out of nowhere one morning, asking for a double shot of espresso as soon as they open. It’s not a complicated drink, but what sticks out to him immediately is that he doesn’t say ‘to-go’ automatically like new customers tend to do. And he doesn’t want it to-go. He has it in one of their espresso cups and goes over to one of the three booths they have in the shop, taking a laptop out of his backpack and plugging it in, drinking his coffee while he taps away at it. He was the first one in the shop that day, and Dabi got distracted by his usual flow of work, so he’d all but forgotten about him. It’s not until he’s getting ready to leave that he really notices that he’s still in the corner. There’s no rule about loitering, and no one else has wanted the booth so far. The morning shift doesn’t usually get all that many people sitting down to take their coffee leisurely or work unless it’s the weekend, so he’ll leave it to the afternoon shift to kick him out if they need to. 

By the fourth day of him showing up at six-thirty on the dot, Dabi realizes that he’s going to be a regular. He always gets a double shot of espresso as soon as he comes in, and he always drops a thousand yen note into the tip jar, so Dabi doesn’t have a complaint to make about him going over and monopolizing the corner booth for the rest of his shift. But he does pay him more attention when, after about a week of coming in, he starts to get back up, returning the cup to him when there’s a lull in activity, and getting another double. He takes the fresh coffee back to his table and goes back to work on his laptop. During a particularly slow day, Dabi spends a few minutes watching him as he waits for the next wave of customers.

He’s probably twenty, probably has a quirk that’s centered on his hands because he wears gloves with one finger left exposed, and he could really use some chapstick. A good night’s sleep would probably do him a world of good too, because his skin is as pale as his long white hair that he wears loose around his face in messy waves. It mostly covers his face, but he’s seen ruby-bright eyes looking back at him whenever he orders his drink, his voice low and raspy like he smokes more than Dabi does but he doesn’t ever smell like smoke. 

He doesn’t think he’s going to say anything to him. Lots of his co-workers talk to the regulars, trying to make this place feel ‘homier’. They’re a little independent place, having a loyal base is the only way that they stay in business. But Dabi’s scars already make people weary of him. As long as he’s polite and doesn’t fuck up their orders, he hasn’t ever had a customer complain about him, and even though he still gets shit from some impatient pricks who don’t understand that they can’t make coffee brew any faster than the laws of physics allow, he doesn’t get nearly the amount of vitriol that other baristas do. He probably wouldn’t have ever said anything to him except his script for taking orders, but then one day the guy comes back for two rounds of additional espresso. That’s six shots in less than six hours. Dabi doesn’t know how he can just sit there and type with such calm, measured focus. His heart would be beating out of his chest, he would be sweating from that much caffeine. He thinks that maybe it’s a one-off thing. 

But it’s not. 

It’s like, now that he knows that he can get away with it, he’s eager to get his fix, because the next day he comes back to get the second round of shots barely an hour after he’s finished with the first. He holds that pattern for a couple of days, before he ups it to eight. He’s not going to overdose on caffeine in their booth with eight, and each time he comes up he puts another thousand yen into the tip jar so Dabi doesn’t cut him off, but holy fucking shit. He waits until the store is empty and then he selects three pastries, a blueberry scone, a cheese danish, and a plain croissant, and then goes over to his booth, setting the plate down by his laptop. 

The guy blinks and then looks up at him. “I didn’t order any food.” 

“I know, but I figured that if you have something in your stomach besides coffee, your heart might not explode.” 

“I can go–” 

“You don’t have to leave.” Dabi sits down across from him. It’s just the two of them in the shop right now, and he can keep an eye on the door from here. “Your money’s still good as long as you don’t die.” 

The guy hesitates for a second, but then he replies, “I think it’s still good if I do die too, it’s just a matter of if you want to rob my corpse before you call an ambulance to have my body taken away.” 

Dabi snorts. “I guess that’s true. Pastries are on the house if you tell me why you’re trying to drink yourself to death with stimulants before you’re thirty.” 

He considers him, and then reaches and picks up the croissant. “This is me cutting back on caffeine.” He admits. “I was drinking five or six energy drinks a day. Eight shots of your espresso is two-hundred milligrams less than I was drinking before. I checked all of the places around here, and this place had the best brew for me to use to try and lower my dosage.” 

“What kind of work do you do that you needed six energy drinks a day to deal with it?” 

“Not my job. I’ve had insomnia since I was five, I barely get three hours of sleep a week. Started drinking the caffeine to feel less like death warmed over when I was fifteen, and it’s definitely not been good for me. I’m hoping that I can get down to four shots a day, but I’m sure you’ve noticed that I’m not doing as well as I wanted to.” 

“I can cut you off after two if you want.” He offers, “But you might be better off trying to stretch out your intake to make it feel like you’re having more even though you’re not. I can make you Americanos with a double shot instead, there’s more liquid in it, it might help your stomach at least feel like you’re getting an energy drink’s worth of fluid, even though the caffeine isn’t as intense.” 

He has red eyes on him for a second after that and Dabi reaches for the blueberry scone and brings it to nibble on the corner, just to hide that he’s surprised with himself for offering in the first place. 

“Okay. Thanks. I’m Shigaraki Tomura, by the way.” 

“Dabi.” Shigaraki doesn’t offer a hand, and he takes that as confirmation that his quirk has something to do with his hands. “So are you actually working over here?” 

“Sometimes. Most of the time I’m just playing games. My apartment is being renovated right now, so I can’t be there until sundown and then I’m just going back to not sleep for the rest of the night. I’d rather be out and around other people if that’s the case.” 

“Yeah? What do you get up to when you leave? Because we close at seven.” 

“I would be happy to show you if you’re that interested, Dabi.” 

It takes him a second to realize that this guy– Shigaraki Tomura– just asked him out. He doesn’t think he’s ever been asked out in his life. He didn’t think he ever would be, given the way he looks. “Are you asking me out?” 

“Only if that doesn’t make you uncomfortable. I know it's a faux pas since you’re working, and if you’re not interested I can go.” 

Dabi isn’t sure he’s ever been interested because he’s never been given the opportunity. But well… he has no idea how many ‘normal’ life experiences he’s going to have before he figures out how to burn his father alive. He can certainly stand to give this one a try. “Not uncomfortable, just surprised. Sure, but I’ve gotta be back here at three-thirty in the morning, so you can’t keep me out past midnight. Three and a half hours of sleep is my minimum per day, not per week.” 

“I think I can work with that.” He smiles as he says it and Dabi sees a harried-looking business man coming toward the doors. 

“Enjoy the pastries and try not to vibrate out of your skin. If you’re serious about this, I’ll meet you here at eight?” 

“Sounds good.” 

Dabi goes back over to the counter and is ready for the next rush of customers, and when he looks up again, he finds that Tomura has already left. He goes over to retrieve the plate from the pastries, and finds another thousand yen tip, and a note scrawled on a napkin that has the other man’s phone number, in case something comes up. Dabi really hopes that his heart doesn’t decide to give out because of the caffeine today, because he’s kind of… actually looking forward to seeing him again tonight. 

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[zepskies]

Wanderlust

Pairing: Soldier Boy (Ben) x F. Reader

Summary: Your wandering hands are keeping Ben up at night.

AN: My nightly daydreams led me to Soldier Boy this time. 😂

I was imagining the Break Me Down-verse for this one (shortly after Checkerboard), but it can also be general Soldier Boy x Reader.

Word Count: 650

Tags/Warnings: 18+ only to be safe. Fluff, innuendo, Sleepy Ben, implied smut.

You traced down his back with light, trailing fingers.

Lying next to him in bed, with scraps of moonlight filtering through the closed blinds in the window as your only guide, your mind was still drifting even though you should’ve been sleeping.

You couldn’t help yourself.  

You drew invisible patterns across his bare skin. Ben was warm, always warm, even though the AC was making the room almost frigid. You knew it was the ever-present radiator in his chest that made him your own personal heater.

You propped your head up better with an elbow on your pillow as you laid on your side. You then let your hand drift over every dip of muscle between his shoulders, every small freckle you knew just from memory, then down and down his spine.

You flirted with the idea of inching down the sheets, where his bare ass would greet you. From there, you supposed you'd decide what wandering direction your hand took next.

“If you don’t go to sleep,” his deep voice rumbled, “I’m gonna wake up and fuck you again.”

You bit your lip against a giggle, but you didn’t quite succeed.

“It sounds like you’re already awake,” you remarked.

Ben grumbled incoherently in response. He was tired, you knew. He’d just come back from a week-long mission with Butcher and Co. for Supe Affairs. Hence the long night you two spent catching up.

If you were honest, you were still tingling between your legs. Your thighs and ass were a little sore too. Likely they’d be sporting a few fingerprints tomorrow.

You didn't mind it so much though. You two now had a safe word for that kind of thing.

You smirked, sifting your fingers through his hair. It was getting long again. Maybe you’d trim it for him tomorrow, since you both had the weekend off.  

Your hand meandered down the back of his neck, just to begin dragging your nails up and down the slope of his back.

“What does that feel like to you?” you asked curiously. You often wondered how much his invulnerability affected the way he felt things, especially the way you touched him.

“Like a tease,” he muttered.

You applied some more pressure with your nails. Not the way you’d scored his back about an hour ago, when he’d had his sinful mouth all over your body, but enough to be more than a tease. Enough that it would’ve left an angry, red trail on your own “fragile” human skin.

Still, you weren’t able to leave any marks on him. Just a faint whiteness of pressure against his skin that soon returned to normal when you moved your hand away.

“How about that?” you asked.

“Like you’re playing with fucking fire,” Ben said, though you heard the smirk in his voice. “Go to sleep.”

You smiled too.

“We'll pick this up in the morning,” he made sure to add, though he was already halfway back to slumber, from the sound of it.

“Oh, I’m sure,” you said, laughing lightly. You leaned over and pressed a soft kiss against his shoulder. “G���night, babe.”

“Mhmm,” he responded.

He groaned deep in his throat and turned over onto his back. Your smile remained as your body tensed in anticipation, but all he did was slide an arm under your waist and curl you towards him, trapping you against his chest. His hand splayed against your lower back, heavy and warm.

His lips brushed your hair away from your forehead and lingered there. He closed his eyes and let out a deep exhale. You did the same, relaxing against him. Your hand came to rest against the steady thrum of his heart.

Moments like this with him still managed to surprise you…but admittedly, less and less the longer you lived and shared together.

A girl could get used to it though.

AN: Lol should she have pressed her luck? Let me know what you think of this one! 😉💚

Keep Reading in the BMD-verse:

Next we have a little hurt/comfort drabble, A Simple Touch:

Summary: Annie still has reservations about Ben, and you dating him for that matter…until she sees it.

▶️ Next Story: A Simple Touch

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[rizlowwritessortof]

Take a Shot

Written for @artyandink 's Jensen-a-thon event!

Let's face it, his henley looks good on both of you...

Pairing: Dean x F. Reader

Word Count: 935

Warnings: Nothing but a little good old-fashioned sexual tension, no smut, but Dean being Dean is a warning in itself 🔥🔥🔥 (Dividers by the absolutely lovely Daisy @firefly-graphics )

The tile floor is cool on your bare feet as you walk down the hall, your mind focused on the banana pudding left in the fridge from earlier tonight. If you can’t fall asleep, you might as well eat, right?

It’s kind of nice in the bunker when everyone else is in bed, only the dim light from the night lights that are always on in all the common rooms, the quiet hum of some mysterious machinery in the background, whatever it is that keeps the power on in this place. You shiver a little, the air cool on your legs. Why bother with pants when nobody else is around, anyway?

You’re halfway through the library on your way to the kitchen when Dean’s voice makes you nearly jump out of your skin, your heart pounding hard as you whirl around to face him. He’s standing across the room, a crystal tumbler of amber liquid in hand, his eyes shadowed in the half-dark. “Is that my shirt?”

“Damn it, Dean, you scared the living shit out of me!” you scold, your hand on your chest, trying to keep your heart from pounding its way free. “Why are you up? I thought you went to bed a couple of hours ago!”

An amused smile curves his lips. “Backatcha, sweetheart.”

“Well – I – I couldn’t go to sleep. So I wanted a snack.”

“Yeah, well, same here, and I wanted a drink. Mystery solved.” It’s slowly dawning on you that you’re half-dressed, and you feel the blush move up your neck, your cheeks warming as he stares you down. “You never answered me. Is that my shirt?”

You’re wearing a cream-colored henley that you may or may not have stolen – borrowed – when you were doing laundry last weekend. It’s so soft, and so big (because it’s his) and comfy, and yes, if you were being honest, you like wearing it because it belongs to him. It’s been against his skin. And you would deny that even under threat of torture.

“Yes, okay, I borrowed your shirt. And just for your information, I wouldn’t have come out here like this if I knew you were lurking around.”

“I’m not lurking. And just for your information, I don’t mind you coming out here like that.” In fact, he’s thoroughly enjoying the way his shirt looks on you. It’s soft, and it’s clinging just right to show every detail of the curves beneath – not to mention your perky nipples. No, he doesn’t really mind at all.

You can see his eyes sparkle even in the poor lighting, and you hope he can’t see your blush from where he’s standing. “Well, stop staring.” You turn your back and flounce from the room, heading to the kitchen and hoping with everything in you that the henley is covering your ass. You brush your hand back there, relieved that it is – barely – and walk resolutely to the fridge. Seriously, what the hell is he doing up, anyway?

You take the container and toss the lid into the sink, grabbing a spoon from the nearby drawer, and lean against the counter, taking a spoonful of the creamy treat and closing your eyes as it hits your tongue. So good. Totally worth a little embarrassment.

“So, you gonna share, or what?” You jump, startled again glaring up at him as he approaches.

“For fuck’s sake, Dean, could you wear a bell or something?” A thoroughly devilish grin flashes for a second, but he manages to rein it in quickly. You scoop another spoonful of the pudding, but he takes your hand in his and steers it up towards his mouth. You watch as he takes it in, those sinful lips closing around it and his eyes blinking slowly as he savors it with a soft hum. You feel your legs wobble a little, and things are clenching that should not be clenching just from watching someone eat banana pudding.

“That’s good.” He lets go of your hand, and after a couple of seconds you actually remember to take it back. You force your eyes down, but now the view is his shoulders and chest underneath another henley from his collection, this one a midnight blue, and he’s wearing sweats and his feet are bare. And you are hopelessly screwed. “Thought you were hungry,” he teases as you stand there with the empty spoon in the air, trying to remember how to breathe.

“I am – I was,” you stammer.

“Then why aren’t you eating?” He laughs softly at your defiant frown.

“Because you’re distracting me.”

“You started it.” You stare up at him, your eyes wide.

“Since when do you get distracted by me? You barely even notice me.”

“Shows how much you know.” You still stare at him skeptically, and he gnaws a bit at that plush lower lip before he continues. “Every night I walk by your door and I picture in my head what you might be wearing to bed. Some nights… well, let’s just say I really wanna open that door.”

You set the container of pudding and the spoon on the counter beside you, never taking your eyes off him. “Then why haven’t you?”

He shrugs. “I don’t know. Maybe I’m afraid you’ll tell me to get lost.”

You’re starting to smile now. “You know what they say, you miss 100% of the shots you don’t take.”

Dean steps up close, his hand moving to stroke over your shoulder and down, curling his fingers around your arm as he leans in, his voice rumbling in your ear. “Oh, sweetheart – I don’t miss.”

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[lockwood-fic-recs]

my favourite kind of fever

by anything_thats_rock_and_roll on ao3

Rating: G | Category: Multi | Relationship: Lockwood/Lucy/George

Lucy has been trying to ignore it – they’ve all been trying to ignore it – but it’s beyond a losing battle. The truth is rapidly becoming undeniable: this bed is too fucking small for three people.

[basil-the-scorned]

DaTension

Part of Basil's Decemeber Drabbles/WIP-A-Thon!

AN:It came in my mind, and I'm keeping it short. It alludes heavily toward the 10 year New Day celebration.

When Breeze turned on his camera and saw the ice greeting him instead of his voice, he had a good guess as to why. Swiss was on the other side, eyes looking towards Chugs as he says hello to Breeze. That made two.

By the time Creed joined, the soft loading lounge music was playing and Breeze was silently counting down. He gives off a small wave, actually smiling. "Um…this is a good time to pop in?"

"Great time actually." Even Swiss's eyes widen at Chug's growl.

Breeze cleared his throat, trying to cut through tension that greeted him right out the gate. "So, what game we playing tonight boys?" His mind was praying that of all days, they didn't say the one game he knows would implode everything. And yet minutes later, the four of them were waiting in front of the yellow loading screen, one of them silently waiting for someone to bring it up.

And it was Adam, with his hood up and hair spilling out, that finally broke the tension by saying a clipped 'sorry' before his screen disappeared. Creed stopped whatever story he was getting into, his brows shooting up a bit.

"What was that all about?"

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Chugs doesn't get angry like the rest of them, who would yell scream and curse out loud at a failed play. His was more silent, but would only wash over him for a few minutes. In the ring was a different story, but Chugs liked to keep anything to do with wrestling away from the gaming side of things.

Monday affected all of that. He nearly forgot about the stream and for once, he wasn't looking forward to it. But he thought if he pushed passed what he saw for one more day, he could just play the games like always.

But echos of 'you're a burden' filled his mind the more he saw Woods laughing, talking like nothing happened. It made that anger build until he knew if he asked anything, he would explode right then. He could get just as nasty, just as cold as Woods did.

Instead, he just clicked on the X near his name and left the chat, his leg knocking into the desk with every bounce. Adam's eyes closed, trying to take a calming breath despite the yell that wanted to take over. He only got two in before he finally gave into his anger with a clenched growl. His throat was sore, his chest was still swirling with warmth and he didn't feel any better.

The tones of his phone didn't help either, and he picked it up with no true desire to talk to anyone. When he saw Breeze and Claudio's names on the other side though, he bit his tongue before slowly swiping up.

"Don't even say you're fine." Any excuse he was going to say deflated out of him with another groan. Leave it to Breeze to cut through his defense.

[krkchk]

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[honey-crypt]

spicy ask here but can i request a drabble of elliot and farmer about to go down on each other and farmer reveals to elliot that’s he’s their first time (i’ve been obsessed with your work, i always love reading your posts and i love your disability pride month works, ty for making me feel seen :D)

a/n: so sorry that this took forever! between being in anti-horny writing mode and getting sick, i couldn't complete this in a timely fashion (>,<);; but i hope you enjoy this, nonetheless! (and tysm for the praise towards my disability pride month write a thon hehe)

wc: 595

warnings: nsfw, farmer's a virgin, gender neutral farmer (too many uses of the word 'hole'), sweet sappy love making, elliott's a good partner, safe sex, aftercare

summary: you confess to elliott that you're a virgin and he tries to give you the best first time possible

★ virginial bliss - elliott x farmer ★

Elliott hovered over your nude body, his freckled cheeks dusted red from the summer heat and the passion of the night's early foreplay. You looked simply divine, sweat clinging to your supple skin and your pupils as wide as saucers. His cock lined up against your lubed up hole, the mushroom tip leaking with pre-cum and eager to feel your warmth.

"Ellie..." you mewled to the writer. He focused on your face, appreciating every aspect from your eyes to your lips, as he responded, "Yes, my love?"

"I need to tell you something," you answered. Elliott pushed himself off of you and sat on his knees, "Oh! Is everything alright, dear?" he wouldn't proceed without your consent, waiting for your word like an obedient pup. You too sat up and wrapped your arms around Elliott, pulling back down on you, "Ellie..." you hummed, "This is a little embarrassing but..." you leaned into his ear, hot breath tickling his skin, "I'm a virgin."

"You are?" the redhead seemed stunned. How could someone as beautiful, as amazing, as sweet as you be a virgin? Nonetheless, he whispered back, "Do not fret, my love. I'll do my best to ensure that your first time is lovely as can be."

"You treat me so well, Elliott," you pressed a kiss to his neck, "I'm so happy that you're gonna be my first time."

"Of course," he resumed his position, tip of his cock pointing at your hole, "I'll go as slow as possible, please let me know if you need me to stop, alright?"

"Alright," you replied, holding onto Elliott's arms. Your nails dug into his skin, as he pushed himself inside of your warm hole, the foreign sensation of being full down in your hole made you mewl like a pathetic little kitten.

"Doing okay?" asked Elliott, pausing his entry. He was only half way in and already, you were melting from his cock, "Yes!" you exclaimed, "Keep going!"

Elliott obeyed and pushed the remainder of his cock inside, earning a choked moan from you. Tears swelled up in the corners of your eyes, but Elliott quickly wiped them away, "Let's take a moment, you will adjust soon enough."

You clung to Elliott, holding on tight until the pain in your hole morphed into unfamiliar pleasure. Your skin was on fire, your heart was pounding, and Yoba did you need to be fucked.

"Ellie!" you cried out to the redhead, "Please, please move!"

"Absolutely, my dear," he began to thrust, the sensation turning your mind to goo. All you could think about was Elliott, as he made love to you in that farmhouse bed. Elliott peppered kisses on your chest and neck while he thrusted into your hole, his mind consumed with thoughts of you.

It felt like an eternity before Elliott climaxed, trapping you in a vice with his toned arms while he shot ropes of cum into the condom. You soon followed him in climax, your body convulsing while you rode your orgasm. After a moment of rest, Elliott pulled out of your hole and discarded the condom, leaving the bedroom and returning with a wet towel from the bathroom.

"You did so good," purred Elliott, as he wiped any fluids off of you and kissed your face, "You did so very good."

"Elliott..." you pulled him into an embrace after he cleaned you up, "I love you," you confessed. Elliott's cheeks reddened at your 'I love you' and muttered back, "I love you, too," as the two of you drifted off to a sweet slumber.

[hotcheetohatredwastaken]

Celebration: 88,978 Words in One Day!

Just yesterday, a few other LU writers and I, Hot Cheeto Hatred, hosted our first ever monthly (hopefully) Write-a-thon! This event ran on June 4 from 12 am EST to 12 am EST, with one goal in mind---write as many productive words within that day as humanly possible. Words included in the final marathon count ranged from storyboarding, fic writing, editing, answering comments, journalling and homework---basically, any words that furthered yourself, the writing community at large, or your stories. We utilized either the Discord Sprint bot or self-reporting to collect the numbers at the end. Everyone involved gave it their all, with most of them being present for most if not all of the run time as they were able, and I'm so proud of their dedication towards their craft. Anyways, here's the final breakdown of the numbers below, as well as the awards and titles earned by each participant, as decided by the discord server (and myself at random).

Now onto the awards:

I am pleased to report that @not-freyja (Freyja above) won the "Writer of All Time" Award, pulling ahead with 20,565 of our total words. What an accomplishment! Freyja participated from dawn to well, dawn, and they absolutely deserve all praise and awe.

I'm giving myself, @hotcheetohatred (Cheeto), the award "Writer of Some Time," as I fell behind our lovely Freyja by a mere few hundred words fifteen minutes before the clock struck midnight. Next time, Freyja, next time...

The "Actually A Writer" award goes to @marcusdoodlesalot (Marcus), who, despite the name, DOES actually write, not just draw! Who would have thought. Not Freyja, that's for sure.

The "Early Bird" award goes to @lerikwrites (Lerik), who solely sprinted in the wee hours of the morning (my time, at least). Terrible. Good job.

"Star Commentor" goes to @elle-rosewater (Eliot), because I stole most of her words for the count from my own comment section in the BDOR Prologues. We love you, Eliot :3 Can't wait to see you next month.

"Cheerleader" goes to @la-sera, who gave us much encouragement throughout the day. I stole your 19 words from you saying you were excited to read Estelian's work. Hope that's okay, because I really wanted to include you---you provided a lot, even if you didn't write with us this time <3.

@whumpitywhumpitywhumpity (Dowsemaxxer) earns "Spirit-ed Storyboarder" for all of his lovely, informative talk on Spirit and just what makes him so great as a rather underappreciated LU boy.

Two awards next! "Chief Editor" and "Most Student" both go to @unexpectedstormy (Stormy) for faer work on getting. stuff. done. Fae did a steady amount of work, so proud.

"Editor (of Word Count) in Chief" goes to @tashacee (Tash), who, at reporting time, was scrounging up 100 and 200 word bits like spare change while I desperately tried to do math. I love you, never change.

The title of "Specter" goes to @somer-writes (Somer), who logged in very few sprints, but participated with the rest of us and pulled up at the end with a whole 7.5K words and a bunch of fics to post at the end, with a lot of it being Ghost AU! He's amazing.

The award "Better Late than Never" goes to our resident artist and recently turned fic-writer @estelian-01 (Este), who joined only in the last half of the marathon but managed to pull a whole 4K! Pictures might be worth a thousand words, but Este wrote a couple more anyway.

@across-violet-skies (Riv) gets the title "Mover and Shaker (of Blorbos)" for managing to participate and get quite the hefty wordcount only a DAY after moving. They're a trooper, that's for sure.

@anime-obsessed (Vio/Nene) earns the award "Most Old School" for writing with pen and paper for most of the day. Please go rest your wrist after all of that.

The award "Head in the Clouds" goes to my bestie and beloved beta reader @needfantasticstories (Skip), who spent the day listening to music and writing Skyloft drabbles. I am nervous/excited to see if those drabbles turned out fluffy as a Loftwing, or perhaps into something more angsty.

@noorahqar (Qar), my lovely fragile Victorian wife, earns the title "Chatty." You know why. But you were there nearly all of the run time, and so engaging and encouraging throughout---a blessing to us all. And even then, you managed to pull so many words. I'm impressed.

And finally, @rosehipandroots / @rosetintedtears (Rose) receives the titles "ndskanefnre" (self chosen) and "Birthday Santa." The first was borne of panic of being asked to choose a title---the second of her relentless effort to get her birthday fics done. Great job.

I'd like to thank everyone that I tagged for participating in the write-a-thon, and thank all of you for helping me draft this post as well. If I messed up any word counts or details or pronouns, you want to request a title/award change, or I missed someone, please DM and let me know! The next Write-a-thon will be held on July 1 from 12am to 12am GMT, and we'll be trying to beat our record. Can't wait to see all of you then!

[romanarose]

Puzzle Pieces Drabbles: part 2

Ben Miller x Fem!Reader

Fic Summary: You're dating Tom, a whirlwind romance that came at a low point in your life. Within months, you live with him and he's not as nice as he was in the begining. Tom does things that upset you, Benny finds a way to make it better.

Chapter Summary: Tom won't come look at your tomatoes. Based on a tumblr post I cant find.

Warnings: IDK what to call this but it's def shitty behavior throughout. Will progressively get worse during the series but let's start with this. Drinking. Someone not appriciating your excitment.

A/N: This will be a short series of comfort drabbles where Tom does something shitty and Ben makes it better. No smut. I'm at a low point rn and just want softness.

This is my submission for Triple Frontier Write-a-Thon !!! come join in the fun and follow @triplefrontier-anniversary to find more fics!!!

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“TOM!!!!!” You scramble up from your garden patch to where you were tending to your plants, standing to see Tom and Ben drinking on the porch.

Tom turns, looking worried. “What? What happened?!”

“My tomato’s bloomed!!!” You say with a wide grin, giddy with excitement.

He relaxes. “Oh my god. Is that it? Woman, you scared the shit out of me.” He went back to his grilling.

Your shoulder slump a little. “Sorry… I was just excited…” You point to your garden. “It’s just… the tomatoes!!!” Ben is watching curiously, but he doesn’t say anything.

Tom flips a burger. “Uh huh. That’s nice honey.”

Ben asks a question now. “The tomatoes?”

Muttering, Tom explains with a wave of his hand. “She was trying to get the tomatoes to grow forever.”

“So will you please come see them?” You try to get him to come over, but he just looks over the railing.

“Uh-huh, they look great.” 

Your hands drop to your side. “Tom, you can’t even see them.”

“They look… so cool” Is he… laughing? He’s laughing at you. You don’t turn to look at Ben, you couldn’t bear to see him laughing at you too. So, you simply go back to your garden, tending to the weeds, trying to immerse yourself in the classical music you heard helps plants grow. You don’t even hear him walk up to you at the garden bed.

“Oh!” Your startle when Benny kneels down next to you, getting in the dirt with you.

“Shit, sorry.” Ben chuckles, his floppy dirty blonde hair falling in his eyes. You wonder if he ever had an emo phase. “I wanted to see the tomatoes”

You roll your eyes but laugh. “You don’t want to see my tiny green tomatoes.”

He is completely sincere, blue eyes shining in the summer sun as he smiles. He has a pretty smile. “I do, actually.” You ignore the flutter in your chest.

So, you show them to him, Benny sounding very impressed as he looks. He tells you how his therapist wanted him to try getting plants to have something to take care of, briefly mentioning that he feels like he was always the one being cared for. He chuckles when he says ‘guess I’m not responsible enough to keep a succulent alive’, but you can feel the truth behind his words. You offer to help him if he wants to try again. Benny lights up at that.

You want to know what he’s in therapy for, why he feels like he’s not responsible enough for a plant, you want to know so much more about him… but you don’t ask. Ben isn’t your boyfriend, Tom is. You loved Tom, you were going to marry Tom. Ben… Ben was just a nice bonus, right?

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Remember, if they dont care about the things you care about, they arent the one!!! someon will care <3

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[satancopilotsmytardis]

Drabble-a-thon Queue

Number of prompts in queue: 1

Prompt being worked on: 21

[sunnydaleherald]

The Sunnydale Herald Newsletter, Sunday, April 20th

WESLEY: We'll look downstairs, but remember, if you find the vampire, it is a vicious animal. Just try to draw it in toward us. Don't worry. We'll win this day, I assure you. FRED: I'm ready. I'm OK. Be cooler if we could score some weed, though.

~~Spin the Bottle~~

[Drabbles & Short Fiction]

Take me to Heaven by Kittenwritings (Angel/Spike/Fred, Explicit)

The Letter by Cosmic__Cowgirl (Buffy/Giles, OC, Explicit)

Incorrect quotes: Spike and you are getting married????!?! by desicat-writer (Buffy/Spike, Xander, worksafe)

[Chaptered Fiction]

The Right Swipe - a bonus deleted scene by DancingAngel0013 (Buffy/Giles, Explicit)

I Love You (and The Horizon Hides You in Vain) - Chapter 7 by ConcernedReader (Buffy & Dawn, Buffy/Spike, BtVS s5 ensemble, canon ships, M)

Once Bound - Chapter 11 by spikes_guy (Spike, Angel, Wesley, Fred, Gunn, OCs, M)

Blood Moon - Chapter 31 by anonymous author (Teen Wolf crossover, Drusilla, Dracula, Cordelia, Wesley, Gunn, Lindsey, Scoobies, T)

Chasing the Light - Chapter 6 by CloudSeeker (Angel/Lindsey, Explicit)

Catch a Falling Star - Chapter 5 by HMaxMarius (Wildbow's Parahumans Series crossover, Dawn, T)

This Saturday (and Every Subsequent Saturday for All of Eternity), Ch. 8 by Maxine Eden (Buffy/Spike, R)

spike and the stakes, Ch. 16-18 by jewelram (Buffy/Spike, PG-13)

Animal I Have Become, Ch. 1 by Melme1325 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

Older and Far More Normal, Ch. 6 by Tikiriaaa (Buffy/Spike, R)

Irony, Ch. 1 by Lmrln (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

I'll Return to You Somehow, Ch. 1 by Penny1880 (Buffy/Spike, R)

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Meme: omg Lorne hi!!! by amberkendslacy (worksafe)

Jenny and Giles/Jenny screenshots captioned by anothersideblogwithoutagoodname (some NSFW text)

Captioned screenshots: buffy + going through it by anothersideblogwithoutagoodname (worksafe)

Gifset: Buffy Summers Hair Appreciation — Season Two by clarkgriffon (Buffy, worksafe)

moodboard: greyaro they/thon/she demigirl tara maclay by courtillyy (worksafe)

moodboard: wesley wyndam pryce by courtillyy (worksafe)

Michelle T. by feliciano6277 (worksafe)

A Buffy/Spike painting by frenchublog (worksafe)

Wesley/Lilah manips by giocchan94 (worksafe)

Buffy/Spike screenshots captioned by ofteaandsparrows (some sexual references)

BtVS screenshots captioned by ofteaandsparrows (Spike/Drusilla, Buffy, Scoobies, Darla, worksafe)

Artwork: Happy 420 to Fred!! by ikissedblackphillip (drugs)

[Reviews & Recaps]

my final thoughts on BTVS after finishing it by blush-and-books

What is Angel's [the series, not the character] best season? by Btvs fan, NotASlayer

What are your 'skippable' episodes - why. They don't have to be bad episodes. by DeepBlueJoy

Review: 'Angel' is one of the greatest TV series of all time - The Sumter Item

[Recs & In Search Of]

Comedy show "Buffy Revamped" (currently in Australia) recced by deird1

Fic rec: Buffy/Faith story "is it chill that you're in my head?" by chasingfictions recced by amandayetagain

Fic rec: White Wedding by Ashmaenas recced by spangel-fanwork-marathon

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Willow didn't dig buffy's body up because then she'd have to accept buffy was dead by duckwnoeyes

the fact that faith lied to giles about who killed allan is so tragic and twisted... by balalaijka

one of my favorite little details about spike's character is how he treated drusilla. by roryfrommybabysittersavampire

Re: what changed your mind about Bangel?! by yesitsterriblysimple

Dawn's Scooby gang by AndHerSymbols, Stoney

Mayor should have been the endgame villain by bratpack1 (0)

I need him [Spike] Shanshu’d! by ceecee1909

This is the scene that broke me [Buffy talking to April] by chickenlover46

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Spike and Beck.(comic spoilers) by ceecee1909

Is Gunn the Angel character most similar to Buffy? by jogaforacont

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[jensensgotyoudean]

Ok I’ll say this: drabbles are too damned short 🥵

Take a Shot

Written for @artyandink 's Jensen-a-thon event!

Let's face it, his henley looks good on both of you...

Pairing: Dean x F. Reader

Word Count: 935

Warnings: Nothing but a little good old-fashioned sexual tension, no smut, but Dean being Dean is a warning in itself 🔥🔥🔥 (Dividers by the absolutely lovely Daisy @firefly-graphics )

The tile floor is cool on your bare feet as you walk down the hall, your mind focused on the banana pudding left in the fridge from earlier tonight. If you can’t fall asleep, you might as well eat, right?

It’s kind of nice in the bunker when everyone else is in bed, only the dim light from the night lights that are always on in all the common rooms, the quiet hum of some mysterious machinery in the background, whatever it is that keeps the power on in this place. You shiver a little, the air cool on your legs. Why bother with pants when nobody else is around, anyway?

You’re halfway through the library on your way to the kitchen when Dean’s voice makes you nearly jump out of your skin, your heart pounding hard as you whirl around to face him. He’s standing across the room, a crystal tumbler of amber liquid in hand, his eyes shadowed in the half-dark. “Is that my shirt?”

“Damn it, Dean, you scared the living shit out of me!” you scold, your hand on your chest, trying to keep your heart from pounding its way free. “Why are you up? I thought you went to bed a couple of hours ago!”

An amused smile curves his lips. “Backatcha, sweetheart.”

“Well – I – I couldn’t go to sleep. So I wanted a snack.”

“Yeah, well, same here, and I wanted a drink. Mystery solved.” It’s slowly dawning on you that you’re half-dressed, and you feel the blush move up your neck, your cheeks warming as he stares you down. “You never answered me. Is that my shirt?”

You’re wearing a cream-colored henley that you may or may not have stolen – borrowed – when you were doing laundry last weekend. It’s so soft, and so big (because it’s his) and comfy, and yes, if you were being honest, you like wearing it because it belongs to him. It’s been against his skin. And you would deny that even under threat of torture.

“Yes, okay, I borrowed your shirt. And just for your information, I wouldn’t have come out here like this if I knew you were lurking around.”

“I’m not lurking. And just for your information, I don’t mind you coming out here like that.” In fact, he’s thoroughly enjoying the way his shirt looks on you. It’s soft, and it’s clinging just right to show every detail of the curves beneath – not to mention your perky nipples. No, he doesn’t really mind at all.

You can see his eyes sparkle even in the poor lighting, and you hope he can’t see your blush from where he’s standing. “Well, stop staring.” You turn your back and flounce from the room, heading to the kitchen and hoping with everything in you that the henley is covering your ass. You brush your hand back there, relieved that it is – barely – and walk resolutely to the fridge. Seriously, what the hell is he doing up, anyway?

You take the container and toss the lid into the sink, grabbing a spoon from the nearby drawer, and lean against the counter, taking a spoonful of the creamy treat and closing your eyes as it hits your tongue. So good. Totally worth a little embarrassment.

“So, you gonna share, or what?” You jump, startled again glaring up at him as he approaches.

“For fuck’s sake, Dean, could you wear a bell or something?” A thoroughly devilish grin flashes for a second, but he manages to rein it in quickly. You scoop another spoonful of the pudding, but he takes your hand in his and steers it up towards his mouth. You watch as he takes it in, those sinful lips closing around it and his eyes blinking slowly as he savors it with a soft hum. You feel your legs wobble a little, and things are clenching that should not be clenching just from watching someone eat banana pudding.

“That’s good.” He lets go of your hand, and after a couple of seconds you actually remember to take it back. You force your eyes down, but now the view is his shoulders and chest underneath another henley from his collection, this one a midnight blue, and he’s wearing sweats and his feet are bare. And you are hopelessly screwed. “Thought you were hungry,” he teases as you stand there with the empty spoon in the air, trying to remember how to breathe.

“I am – I was,” you stammer.

“Then why aren’t you eating?” He laughs softly at your defiant frown.

“Because you’re distracting me.”

“You started it.” You stare up at him, your eyes wide.

“Since when do you get distracted by me? You barely even notice me.”

“Shows how much you know.” You still stare at him skeptically, and he gnaws a bit at that plush lower lip before he continues. “Every night I walk by your door and I picture in my head what you might be wearing to bed. Some nights… well, let’s just say I really wanna open that door.”

You set the container of pudding and the spoon on the counter beside you, never taking your eyes off him. “Then why haven’t you?”

He shrugs. “I don’t know. Maybe I’m afraid you’ll tell me to get lost.”

You’re starting to smile now. “You know what they say, you miss 100% of the shots you don’t take.”

Dean steps up close, his hand moving to stroke over your shoulder and down, curling his fingers around your arm as he leans in, his voice rumbling in your ear. “Oh, sweetheart – I don’t miss.”

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[basil-the-scorned]

Basil's Drabble Decemeber/New Year WIP-A-Thon

2024 was one of the most creative years writing wise I've ever had. As of typing this, I have almost 30K words on Ao3 from this year alone. This took up a lot of my personal editing time, as I've only done 10 fancams this year.

That being said, I have so much drabbles and undone stories that it's not funny, either due to personal stuff or, and a common theme this year especially, storylines wrecking all of the story. So I've decided to see if I can expand on half of these things before the year is out.

THUS, THE DRABBLE DECEMBER/WIP-A-THON!!

[schokoleibniz]

I participated in this!!! The fics will all stay anonymous until July 19th, so you have plenty of time to guess who wrote what 🤭

[dont-f-with-moogles]

hello 💫 drunk bestie ✨

prompt:

"you should see the other guy" (/girl/person/titan/whatever)

ship: soukoku or levihan

and i'll leave the vibe up to you (though i'd be partial to some angst bc you're so good at it, but really whatever you feel like). can't wait to see what you come up with! 😘

A Crack of Thunder Characters: Dazai & Chuuya Soukoking; Sigma (Meursault sillies!)

A blurred cacophony of sounds reached Sigma’s ears before he could distinguish the source… there were voices arguing - remotely - obscured as though their enraged tones were reaching him underwater. Then, a distant crack of thunder…

Sigma’s head fell forward; he was caught between sleep and wakefulness. His tongue lay parched and heavy. As he attempted to move it, he took the coating off the roof of his mouth.

“Mmm…” he managed groggily, opening an aching eyelid. The effort was akin to rousing himself from what felt like a month’s worth of sleep. When Sigma finally did open his eyes, a small, white-walled room swam before him. And, standing in front of him was a man of a rather small stature with a shock of red hair beneath his black, pillbox hat.

“…tho… finally awake, theeping beauty?”

“Uh… sorry?” Sigma managed. The man let out a little huff of irritation.

“I thaid are you awake now-” Chuuya shook his head. “…know what? Never mind. We need to thake a leg…”

“…we need to what?” Sigma tilted his head, his white and lilac hair drifting over his hunched shoulder as he processed this unexpected interaction. “If… if you don’t mind me saying, your pronunciation is a little…”

“Thut it,” Chuuya seethed at him. “Think I don’t know that, you walking thcoop of ithe cream?”

Chuuya tried to still the trembling of his fists. Sensing a need to divert the conversation, Sigma decided to change tack.

“Is Dazai-”

“Thon of a bitch,” came Chuuya’s retort; his immediate response to the mention of his old partner’s name had become as instinctive as breathing. In answer to Sigma’s questioning gaze, Chuuya lifted his top lip with a gloved finger.

“Bathard thaid he had a quick way to get my fangth out…” he growled, “…uthed a motherfuckin wrench.”

Sigma inched closer, appalled to see the gap where Chuuya’s incisor had once been.

“Oh shit… I… I’m sure he was just trying to help…” the former casino manager fumbled, “…does it hurt?”

His new companion scowled.

“Yeah right. You thould thee the other guy.”

Wobbling as he climbed to his feet, Sigma peered over Chuuya’s shoulder. A pool of dark blood was spreading rapidly across the floor and, lying with his head submerged in it was…

“Dazai!” Sigma cried, turning his widened eyes to the man’s ex partner. Chuuya uttered a derisive snort.

“…tho what if I thot him in the head?” He laid a gloved hand upon his hip. “You think that wath wrong?”

Sigma, who had pressed his trembling fingers over his mouth, slowly began to lower them. He couldn’t believe that someone could speak so casually about such a brutal act of violence against an ally. Unless…

“Wait… you’re the gravity manipulator aren’t you?”

The casino manager’s legs gave way beneath him, forcing him to sink down on his seat once more. He heaved a great sigh as his shoulders relaxed…

“…thank God. You must’ve stopped the bullet before it went through his skull, right?” he laughed shakily. Chuuya glanced back at Dazai’s body, lying prostrate on the ground, before he quickly looked away.

“Uh… thure I did…”

A dark smile crossed Chuuya’s face, revealing the gap in his teeth once more.

Bonus:

“Anyway, at leathe he died doing what he loved…” Chuuya pronounced with feigned solemnity as he stowed his gun away.

“W-what?” Sigma gasped, appalled.

Chuuya shrugged.

“Dying.”

👉 Drunk Drabbles?

[v1smokewife]

I need a lil bit of help.

I’m working on a 12 days of Christmas drabble-thon for Zosan but I ideally wanna start that now. Similar to the Kinktober collection, a different smut drabble per day but I wanna theme it a bit more towards AUs.

So in short, what aus do you guys like? Or would like to see? ABO and mermen are definitely included but I’m interested in other ideas and suggestions.