#open heart drabble

[stevesgother]

i adore chalkboard hearts! could i see steve and reader explaining to abby shes gunna be a big sister 🥰

here is this for you darling <3 thank you so much for reading steve harrington x fem!reader

"Mommy?" Abbey asks as she mindlessly roots through the bathroom drawers, looking for nothing in particular, "What is this thing?"

You barely spare a glance from where you're applying your makeup in the mirror above the sink. Ever since the wedding, Abbey has made it her life's mission to never not be right next to you. 'Misdirected jealousy', your mom had told you. It didn't matter what you were doing: cooking dinner, folding laundry-- bathing, for Christ's sake-- Abbey would be there.

That's why you don't register that your daughter is holding your clean, but used nonetheless, pregnancy test. But Steve does, when he pokes his head around the door to check in on the two of you.

"Hey, you almost--oh-- Abbey don't touch that!" He says, all in one panicked breath.

You finally chance a look at what she's holding, immediately understanding Steve's reaction. Without another thought, you quickly snatch it from her innocent hands.

Abbey's still looking up at you inquisitively. She did ask you a question, after all.

"Oh, this? This is-- uhm, it's a, uhm--"

"It's a thermometer!" Steve saves.

"Then why can't I touch it?" She pushes further. You should've known better than to think she would drop it that easily.

"Steve checked my temperature with it a couple of weeks ago, so now it has all my sick germs on it." Both you and Steve make sour faces to really sell it, though you can't see his from where he's perched behind you.

"Hey, Ab," Steve prompts, "I have something really important I need your help with,"

Her ears perk instantly, "Yeah?"

"I need you to go into the kitchen and get some things out to make sandwiches while I talk to your mom, do you think you can do that for me?"

"Uh-huh!" She beams, Steve's request appealing to her newfound craving for independence.

"I don't know," Steve lilts playfully, "You sure you're up for it?"

You're forever in awe at how he manages to make the most mundane tasks feel like an impossible mission; how he turns everything into a game. You'd kill to be a fly on the wall of his classroom all day, content to watch him perfectly in his element.

"Yes! I am!" Abbey giggles as she tries to weasel by Steve where he stands blocking the doorway. He lets her think she overpowered him when his legs finally give way to her freedom from the bathroom.

Steve takes one more glance over his shoulder, "We need to tell her," he says in a hushed sort of tone.

"I know," you pinch the bridge of your nose, "It's just, what if--"

"Nothing's going to happen, sweetheart." He reassures you with two strong arms wrapped around your waist, "The doctor said the ultrasound looked great, and you're not a high-risk pregnancy. You said you had no complications with Abbey, right?"

"Right, but--"

"No 'but's I'm not gonna let anything happen to you-- either of you. You know that." Steve guides your head to nestle in the crook of his neck, enough so that you can't see that he's scared, too.

"She's going to find out eventually," he reminds you.

"You're right," you sigh.

"Per usual." You pinch his side in retaliation, making him yelp.

"Let's have lunch, then we'll tell her?" You ask, lifting you head from the safety of his chest.

"If that's what you want to do, then that's what we'll do.

--

You don't work up the courage to speak until Abbey's halfway through her PB&J, but Steve picks up the slack for you. He's perfect like that.

"Abbey, babe-- there's something Steve and I want to talk to you about," you tell her, trying to keep your tone lighthearted, but your voice still wobbles slightly with nerves.

Both of them turn to face you then, Abbey's mouth full and Steve sending you a look that says You've got it, I'm here.

God, you don't even know where to begin.

"Do you remember-- right before we had that big party where mommy and Steve got married-- when I got sick during dinner time?"

Abbey nods, idly licking jelly off of her tiny fingers; waiting for you to continue.

"Well... I thought it was just because Steve's burgers tasted yucky--" She giggles and Steve lightly kicks your foot under the table, "Really, it was because I have a baby in my belly, and the baby was making me feel sick."

You can practically see the gears turning in her head; she's certainly old enough to understand what it means to be pregnant, but maybe not quite the logistics of it yet.

Both you and Steve wait with bated breaths to see how she'll react. You're bracing for the worst, but all she asks is, "Is the baby still in there now?"

You have to stifle a laugh, not wanting her to feel silly for asking questions, "Yes, it is. That means you're gonna have a little brother or sister,"

She takes another bite of her sandwich, mostly indifferent. You don't know what you were expecting, but this nonchalance was probably the last thing.

Steve decides to take the reins for a moment, hoping to coax a little more of a reaction out of her, "How does that sound?" He asks, shaking her shoulders playfully.

"Good, but-- will we still be able to go to the park?"

Maybe you had been totally overthinking this, "Of course," you tell her, "And the baby can come, too!"

"Does the baby have to come?" She asks, just the slightest bit of whine in her tone, resting her tired head in the propped-up palm of her hand.

"Not always," Steve chimes in, "You'll still get plenty of time with us without the baby, too. We don't want you to worry about that, okay?"

She nods, "Okay," sipping her chocolate milk casually from its straw. "Can we go play on the swings after I'm done?"

"Uhm, yeah, I think we can manage that," Steve smiles at Abbey first but looks to you like 'That's it?'. You only shrug in response.

--

"Did we totally butcher that?" You ask Steve later that night from where you lay waiting for him in your shared bed.

He answers you with his toothbrush hanging haphazardly out of his mouth; making eye contact through the bathroom mirror, "No, honey-- I think kids are just like that sometimes."

You groan, "I feel like a bad mom..."

"Hey," he spits into the sink, wiping his mouth on the nearest hand towel, "None of that, okay? You're a fantastic mom."

Even from across the room, Steve can sense your slurry of racing thoughts. Ones of insecurity and worry for the future of your family-- of your daughter, whom you'd swore would always be your greatest priority.

He makes his way to the edge of the bed where you're curled in on yourself, "It's not just you anymore, love," his hands brush a stray tear you hadn't even realized has fallen.

"What if she feels like-- I don't know, what if she feels like I'm replacing her?"

"Listen to me, I promise you-- Abbey is never going to question whether or not you love her." Steve's hand moves from your face to land gently on your belly, "And neither will she,"

You breathe a teary chuckle, "You seem awfully convinced it's a girl,"

"Yeah, well-- call it father's intuition."

Hearing him refer to himself as a father sends butterflies erupting in your belly, "Thank you, Stevie."

"Hey, I'm serious. Everything's gonna work itself out, alright? Ab just needs a little time to warm up." You nod in agreement, "I'm tellin' ya, once we start getting those cute little baby pajama things-- she's gonna be pumped."

You laugh at his unsuccessful search for the word 'onesie', but you don't correct him. You know he's right, and even if he's not, you're sure now more than ever that there's not a thing in this world you can't conquer together.

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[featherdusterbelphie]

Ah, just you — yes, only you, can radiate such a gentle warmth

C/W: brief insecurity, otherwise pure fluff. title

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You were in the library studying with Solomon. Somehow, you brushed hands with him and noticed how calloused his hand was. Things happened and you were now holding one of his hands in both of yours, softly rubbing your thumbs on the knuckles and pact marks with a faint smile. Your eyes trail up to follow the marks that disappear into his sleeves.

"Your hands are calloused." You mutter absentmindedly, brain wondering about the things that must've caused them. Thinking of all the hardships that Solomon must've gone through all by himself. You're tempted to put your lips on them and give each finger a kiss, "I like them."

"And yours are very soft, I like them too."

You smile and look back down at your hands to avoid his gaze, a little self-conscious all of a sudden. You're not like him. Compared to him, you've never known hardship like this. It feels like you're looking into a person who you could've been, if your circumstances were a little different.

But Solomon doesn't care about that. He was sincere in his words, even if he didn't mean to say them out loud. All he could think about was how soft and warm your hands were against his. He'd like to feel them hold his face, or caress his skin. He can't help but think about how they'd fit perfectly with his if you intertwine them together.

He's never had something that feels so right, be so far away. He smiles at you, a light blush on his face. Asmo's words echo in his head, and he bites his cheek to stop the confession from accidentally flowing from his mouth.

dividers by @animatedglittergraphics-n-more

[whimzycle]

Hi Whimzycle! I'm a HUGE fan of your art, it makes my days brighter and I absolutely love how you draw Aster! <3 I started enjoying ROTG and the GOC saga again and I was wondering if you felt comfortable sharing your top 3 fanfics! :)

Thank you so much!

Daawwee thank you!! I appreciate it!! I used to be intimidated when it comes to drawing Bunny but lo and behold, he is the only one that I drew the most out of all the rotg cast lmao.

As for fics though...[Sweats in majority of the rotg fics I read are Jackrabbit centric]

I'll try to keep it as neutral as possible though lmao

Top 1. Prelude to Time Feelers by atimefeeler

I'm sorry I know I said I'll keep it neutral but I really can't help it. It's a really good fic, Jackrabbit notwithstanding. In my defense, the romance isn't really romancing, really they're more queer platonic that's why I like it very much. This fic is so good, genuinely. It's a reimagine of events that happen in both the book series and the movie. The fusion of both media is really well-done and it's world-building even more so! It features perspectives from Mother Nature, Bunnymund and Jack. So like, essentially, you get Mother Nature's backstory, Bunny's backstory and Jack's pov all in one chapter. It's great I love it. High tier, 10/10 fic. Though if you really aren't comfortable with the Jackrabbit part of it, it's cool. I still think you should give it a try lmao.

Top 2. My Stars and Your Valleys by ketren

This is one of the really cool ones lmao. It's a science-fiction au!!! Almost like the likes of Star Trek but it feels more like a treasure planet for me lmao (I've never seen star trek, I'm sorry I'm a degenerate lmao) One of the things that I really like about this fic is how well it incorporates elements of the movie into this fic like oh my god. Especially Jack's initial relationship with the guardians is almost like the movie and it's good, it's great I love it. Oh and the plot!! Goddamn the plot!! It's so eerie and mysterious and I love it. It keeps you interested for the entire duration of the fic, wondering what the hell is happening lmao. But oh! I most love Jack's relationship with his sister, even though it's only at the first and last chapters lmao. They're so good, I love how complex it is. It's a high tier, 10/10 fic!!! Please read it!!!!! It's so good!!!!!!!

Top 3. 188 Hugs by Icka M Chif (mischif)

Affectionate Guardians are my weakness and this fic exploits my love for it. Also, it's Jack and Bunny centric so it's a two-for two punch of things that I love. The title says it all when it comes to the plot lmao. It's essentially an exploration of Jack and Bunny's friendship through hugging lmao. It's a great fic high tier, 10/10. (Although really, any fic from this author is a 10/10) I love how it tackles the Jack is lonely for 300 years bit and the only way to dismantle that is through the power of friendship and found family. Really, the only solution to everything. And I love it, it's great, it's amazing and I feel so much joy over this fic. I really don't need to explain much lmao. This fic is just so good, I'll let it explain itself for you. So please!! Read it!!! So you can experience the immense joy I had when reading it lmao!!!!!!

Now, I know you only said my top 3, but I'm adding honorable mentions because it is a crime if I do not include any of them:

Sparks Fly by Icka M Chif (mischif)

Naughty and Nice by Icka M Chif (mischif)

Not a Guardian by Icka M Chif (mischif)

Advent, Advection by pengiesama

Selenographia, sive Lunae descriptio by pengiasama

Looming Shadows by Reidluver

Nights and Nights Again by partingxshot

When Hope Gives Way to Joy by taizi

Other Ways by Asidian

Unique by Asidian

Learning to See by emeralddawn

Mischief Managed followed by April Fools by Neyiea

Allegro Non Molto by tablrcloth

Flower Prompt: Yarrow by melissae-astron

Like a Star by Lunermoon1000

Protege by ProlixEllipsis

[whump-softie]

Whumpee’s running to exhaustion.

Escaping through the woods, tripping on everything and anything their bare feet touch. Their loud, shaky breaths are the only noise beside the occasional gunshot from behind them. They were being hunted. They couldn’t give up. They’d force their body to shreds, to keep running, if it meant escaping what was behind them.

Running tirelessly behind Whumper on their daily training sessions. Whumper is by far the superior being, and can effortlessly do, well, pretty much anything. Whumpee stumbles and hobbles behind them, dumped in sweat. Whumper is disappointed, but what are they to do? Whumpee is inferior in every way, after all.

Whumpee desperately searching through the house for a missing “safety thing.” Their favorite blanket, favorite twig, favorite speck of dust… it doesn’t matter. This is their thing, and it’s missing. There is nothing more important than finding it. Running and slamming open every door, fearless of the punishment awaiting them, Whumpee will stop at nothing.

Running towards safety. Into the arms of Caretaker. Breaking down into sobs, out of breath but so relieved they can hardly breathe anyways. Collapsing to their knees after what felt like an eternity of running, hiding, scavenging… and they finally made it. They’re safe. They’re home. 🫰

[ruenii]

my favourite binggeyuan dynamic is when post PIDW binghe is so fucking depressed but slowly gains a little bit more light the more time he spends with shen yuan in the modern world. Cue in clingy, soft spoken, but still feral Bingge with a sprinkle of abandonment issues.

and here comes shen yuan, the 1# comphet, who still has a kind but annoying heart, stubborn yet gentle, and so very very excited that he gets the protagonist as his roommate!!

he'll come to find binghe's flaws and make the former demon emperor get some much needed therapy and give him some much needed COMPLETELY PLATONIC affection!!

[cometconnector]

kids get brought up when buck’s moving in; he drops some cheeky comment of “do you think we’re ever gonna need an extra room” while they’re folding pillowcases because of COURSE he’s been thinking about it, and well, tommy kind of freezes up, because, like, he kneeew it was gonna come up, right? because Fuck!!! Evan’s so good with the kids and it’s so sweet, it really is! but tommy has put up a mental block a long long time ago of like -this is not for me and i wasn’t meant to have kids and never found someone i could remotely envision getting to that point with! sorry!

but now buck is here and he’s putting some linens in the closet and he’s got his little blue baby blanket tucked under his arm and its so threadbare but its undeniably cute and tommy’s behind him holding some neatly folded top sheets and his mouth has gone so dry because how the fuck can he tell him ‘no, i don’t think we can do this thing that i think you’re made to do, and it’s my fault’?

he waits about five seconds too long before responding and buck has turned around to see the reason behind his silence and buck just. knows

and buck is really really not the type to get instantly emotional. and really he didn’t even realize how hard he was hoping, how clear of a mental image he’d formed in his head of the two of them cooing over a crib or sitting at the table with a high chair and some cheerios and if she’d have tommy’s eyes, (because its a girl, of course, their first one, at least)-

but fuck, in an instant its snatched from him, these thousands of little moments he didn’t realize he wanted, and he knows tommy knows it too, because suddenly bucks eyes are burning and he’s biting the inside of his cheek, and tommy’s reaching a hand up to cup his cheek and pull him in to comfort him, but it just makes it all hurt worse, immediately, and the baby blanket gets smushed between their chests and buck feels something die that he didn’t even know was alive in the first place, but it hurts just the same

[creative-heart]

I'd like to request something cute 😘

I'm extremely insecure (that's why I request anonymously 🫥), especially when it comes to deserving to be loved and my body 🙄 and I'd love to read something that kinda "fits my personality".

Two ideas, love to read both but feel free to choose one.

Happy ending desperately needed! 😭😍

1. She's just a normal girl and loves Enzo (maybe they're friends or neighbors or whatever you'd like) but is afraid to tell him because she's too insecure, self doubting, overthinking, thinks she'll never be "good enough" for him because she's not like the perfect model he may be following in Instagram or the beautiful actress he was filming with... rest is up to you.

2. They're together and she believes Enzo deserves someone better... more beautiful, smarter, thinner, someone who's perfect like he is. And he reassures her that she IS perfect for him.

❤️

Awe my sweet sweet Nonnie! I feel honored that you've sent these requests my way, I'm happy to write both!

First of, I'm sorry to read you feel this way, we're all deserving of love! and I know and hope that you'll find the love you deserve soon enough! 😘😘🥰🥰

Here's the first prompt! I really hope I've made it justice and that you enjoy reading it! keep your eyes peeled for the second one! will be posted right after this one 💞💞

Drabble for prompt 2 Here

"Hot summer days"| Enzo Vogrincic

T.W: Just a whole lot of fluff with a tiny reference to something shmexy.

Word Count: 581

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Y/N and Enzo have been neighbors their whole lives, and with your moms being close friends, you’ve grown up together, spending almost every single waking moment together, practically the same time you’ve been in love with him. Specially on summers like now, when the families usually go on a beach trip together. Even with him being all famous and well known now, he always takes the time to come on these fun times.

As you sit on one of the lounge chairs by the pool reading your current romance novel, third one on this trip alone, swim cover still on -you’ve always felt insecure about your body being slightly curvier than the magazine covers say it’s on trend, not like you’re not absolutely gorgeous inside and out, your curves are all placed on the perfect places, making your body breathtaking, you’ve never believed your mom and Enzo’s when they said so-, you take your eyes off the book for a brief moment seeing the tall dark handsome man, climbing out of the pool and you can swear he’s moving in slow motion like on those perfume ads. He shakes his hair trying to get the excess water off it and makes his way over to you “Hey chiquita, you’re not gonna get in the pool? it’s so hot today” The older one says as he’s a few years older than you.

You look back up at him as you had gone back to pretending you were reading just before he looked at you “I don’t think so En, I’m good here, reading my book in the shade” you smile softly a light blush covering your cheeks, really not feeling comfortable with being in your swimsuit around him, believing he’d just laugh at you as you’re nothing like those gorgeous, tall thin models he’s been surrounded by as of late. As you’re about to go back to your book you see the cheeky devilish grin plastering across his face, same one he had when he was a boy coming up with his next mischief. 

“None of that bullshit” he puts your book down and picks you up in his arms with extreme ease walking to the pool.

“No! put me down Enzo, please!” you plead kicking your legs and taking a go at his back as you shriek being over his shoulder, holding your breath just as he jumps into the deep end of the pool. He gently puts you down from where you rest, still holding you close to his body as you can’t reach the bottom on this end of the water. Your eyes find his deep chocolate eyes and you smile softly saying quietly “You’re mean Vogrincic, you know that?” the blush a deep read staining your cheeks.

He looks down at you smiling a smile you had never seen on him before, as he leans down to join his lips to yours in a soft, long awaited kiss. You can tell by the way his lips feel on yours there’s been anticipation and longing for this moment, as he pulls you even closer to his body if that’s humanly possible, your hands wrapping around his neck. When your lungs burn for a new breath you pull away just enough as he rests his forehead against yours whispering “you look real nice all wet chiqui”, the once playful smirk much darker and promising. And then you understand, sometimes, you need to let your guard down in order to be seen.

[jerzwriter]

Housecalls

Thank you to @kyra75 for the suggestion: Ethan, Kaycee, tissues from this ask. I'm not even giving the speech about it being over 100 words anymore. lol I hope you enjoy this!

Book: Open Heart (Post-Series) Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Kaycee MacClennan) Rating: Teen Words: 530 Summary: Ethan has a mancold. (That's all you need to know. lol) A/N: Participating in @choicesoctober - partners and @choicesprompts Flufftober - forehead kiss

Kaycee grabbed her purse and took a final look at herself in the hallway mirror. Already behind schedule, her hand was nearly on the front door when Ethan called out from the bedroom. Rushing down the halls in her high heels, she was nearly out of breath when she reached him.  

“Hey!” she breathed. “You OK? You need something?”

“Yes. I needed you to wake me,” he said as he stepped out of bed. But as soon as he was on his feet, dizziness seized him, and he nearly tumbled to the floor.

“Ethan!” Kaycee yelled. “Get into bed right now! There’s no way you’re going to work today!”

“Why? I’m not... I’m not... I’m nahhhh....ahhhhh-chhhhooo.” He sneezed so loud that the sparrow perched on their windowsill took off for the heavens. But he remained adamant. “I’m not sick!”

Kaycee shook her head, arms crossed defiantly in front of her chest. “You know, when they said doctors make the worst patients, you were exactly who they had in mind.”

“But I’m not....”

Kaycee smiled smugly when he couldn’t complete his sentence. Sneezing once, then twice... they just kept coming. Walking toward him with a box of tissues, she teased.

“Yep. You’re the picture of health."

“This is ridiculous,” he complained, crawling back into bed. “I never get sick!”

“Honey, everyone gets sick sometimes. Now, you’re staying home and getting some rest today! Trust me, Edenbrook will still be standing when you return.”

“Yeah, and I can work on cases from home.”

“Really?” she asked. “Do I need to call Tobias and tell him I’m taking the day off, too... to babysit?”

“No,” Ethan sighed. “If you leave Tobias alone to run things, Edenbrook may not be standing when we return.”  

“You can’t stop yourself, even when you’re sick,” she laughed.

“Hey, if I praised Carrick’s abilities, I’d tell you to consider calling a priest for last rites.”

“Ethan, you’re an atheist,” she smirked, pulling the blankets over him.

“Do you need anything before I go?”

“A hug?”

“A hug..." she cringed. "I'd love to, but... cooties.”

“Cooties?” he asked with a raised brow.

“Yes, cooties.”

“This is what happens when I marry someone who went to Perelman instead of Hopkins,” he smiled.

“Oh really? Keep this up, and maybe your second wife will be from Hopkins. But trust me, she’d never make you as happy as me.”

“You can say that again.”

“She’d never make you as happy as me.”

“I didn’t mean literally,” he groaned.

Kaycee leaned over and placed a kiss on his forehead. “I’ll tell you what. I’ll run home on my lunch break to check in on you, OK?”

“You don’t have to...”

“No, I insist. You’re the only patient I’ll make house calls for.”

“And you know,” he winked, “if I’m feeling better....”

“Oh no!” she replied, rushing away from him. “No way, because...”

“Cooties,” they said in unison.

Ethan’s heavy eyelids began to shut, and he was already sleeping when Kaycee turned out the lights. She looked at her watch; she could just make it to work on time, but her mind was already on her break, eager to give her favorite patient a house call.

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Tagging others separately.

[stevesgother]

for the beloved chalkboard hearts au -

i've been thinking about how having steve in her & abbey's lives after being on their own for so long is such a big change for reader, esp since jeremy seemed like not a very doting partner

& that must be multiplied by 100x once steve moves in. i'd love to see something about steve moving in / becoming a part of their lives & routine, & what that experience is like for reader (like logistically & emotionally lol)

i love this little family to pieces - thank u <33 🌼

thank you sm for this ask anon and sorry it took me so long to get to it <3 you raise a great point & it was really fun exploring this specific scenario in their relationship :) chalkboard hearts au steve harrington x fem!reader

It just seemed to be one of those days. One of those days that felt never-ending, impossible; like you couldn't do anything right. Adding to your anxiety, it was a Sunday-- universally recognized as the second worst day of the week.

You were on maternity leave now with Luke only being a few weeks old, but the dread of the looming week ahead of you still made itself known on days like today.

A baby strapped tight to your chest, and a six-year-old sat rambling at the table; you stirred the boiling pot of chili on the stove in front of you. The added weight of your newborn attached to your front was beginning to make sweat bead at your hairline and under your boobs, but your son's colic prohibited you from being able to set him down for longer than ninety seconds at a time.

"Mommy can we play I Spy?" Abbey yells over the sound of abandoned cartoons playing on the television the next room over.

"Not now, babe. I have to make dinner," you tell her, flicking open the top to a container of garlic powder one-handed.

"Well please can I have some juice then?" She whined, and: "Can we play after dinner?"

"Give me one second, Ab. I'm cooking. Mommy can only do so many things at once, you know?"

You should've known there'd be trouble when you didn't hear her response, but your senses were rapidly approaching blackout levels of overload.

Luke started to fuss in his baby wrap, so you bounced to try and appease him. Just a little longer, you try to telepathically communicate to his tiny brain, your dad will be home soon.

And then you felt guilty. You felt inadequate. Shouldn't you be able to do this on your own? You raised Abbey perfectly fine-- if you didn't count all the sleepless night and the almost-check ins to the psych ward.

Lost in this train of thought, you let your guard down for only five seconds too long. Abbey had reached for the juice in the fridge, her shorter than average stature not sufficient enough to successfully take the gallon off the shelf.

The container of apple juice hit the floor with a loud crash; the top flying off on impact and causing sticky fruit juice to spray all over everything in its immediate vicinity. Including Abbey, your legs, the cabinets, and of course, the floor.

"Abigail Jane!" You shout, her expression instantaneously turning sheepish. You felt terrible before the words had even left your mouth. You knew it had been a mistake, but that knowledge didn't do anything to take away your overwhelm.

"I'm sorry, mommy..." Abbey says, mousy.

"It's fine," you sigh, "just--"

In all the commotion, you hadn't heard the front door open and shut, "Woah," Steve observes as he enters the kitchen, "what happened here?"

Abbey begins to plead, scared he won't believe her, "It was an accident I promise I was just trying to get the juice and--" she explains, all in one panicked breath.

"It's okay, baby, I see that. It would be super helpful if you could go grab a couple of towels from the bathroom, though. Could you do that?" Steve asks her, so patiently that it nearly pisses you off. You feel like he's out to make you look like a bad parent for losing your temper, even if logically you know that your husband would never do that to you.

You turn your attention back to the chili, not even acknowledging him. You know it's petty, but you're not thinking rationally right now. Hormonal from your recent birth and overstimulated from an entire day spent tending to two young children alone: your inability to ask for assistance surely not helping.

"Hey," Steve's hand meets the space between your shoulder blades. He could tell something was afoot the second he saw you, "What's the matter, honey?"

"Nothing, Steve. Just go help her with the juice."

Rarely did you use this tone with Steve, and he knew it. He was mature enough to know it hadn't had a thing to do with something he did, but he didn't appreciate it, nonetheless.

"She's getting towels, I'm not worried about that right now. I'm asking you what's wrong."

Your hands shake as you try and open the onion powder now, consequentially spilling way too much of the seasoning into the food, "Shit!"

"Alright, enough." Steve says sternly, turning the stove burner off. "Give me Luke and go take a minute."

You're momentarily taken aback by his own tone of voice, usually the ever-doting spouse; but the firmness in his voice had snapped you out of your acute rage. Perhaps that was his goal.

With tears pricking at the corners of your eyes, you lifted Luke from his cradle against your torso-- handing him off to Steve. His expression softens as he takes the baby from your arms, nodding in the direction of your bedroom.

You oblige, carefully stepping over the juice to exit the kitchen. Not that it mattered, it was already all over your legs and your pants and your feet.

Looking in the mirror, the dam finally broke. You thought you looked a trainwreck: hair frizzy and sticking out in places, a mysterious food stain on your shirt beneath your left breast, forty pounds heavier than you'd been a year ago. You can't understand how Steve could be bothered to even look at you, let alone love you.

After a few minutes of silent, self-pitying tears, Steve knocks gently on your shared bedroom door before pushing it open to reveal your splotchy, saddened face.

"Hey, baby." He says so softly that you start to weep again. Steve notices, of course, and sits beside you on the bed, wrapping you in a firm embrace.

"Where's Luke?" You sniffle.

"He's in his rocker. Sleeping." He assures you, pressing a delicate kiss to the crown of your head.

"I haven't been able to set him down all day," you sob. What was wrong with you?

"I know, sweetheart. I know." Steve coos while a strong hand rubs soothing circles into your aching back, he pulls you into his lap now. "I'm sorry I got short with you earlier. You were scarin' me, that's all."

"I'm sorry that I got short with you," you say helplessly, feeling like there's not a thing in the world you can just get right.

"'S okay, baby. Had a long day, huh?"

"Yeah," you respond meekly.

A few moments pass with your head hiding in Steve's neck and him rocking you gently where you rest on his thighs, "Can you do something for me though?" He asks quietly, scared to disrupt the calm silence that's washed over the two of you.

"Hm?"

"I need you to start letting me help you when you need it. You're not a single mom anymore, you know."

"I know," you sniff, "It's just hard sometimes. When I feel like a bad mom if I can't do it all myself."

"Stop this madness," Steve says into your hair, "you're such an amazing mom, it's absurd. Knew it since the day I met you."

You giggle. Then you blush. Then you remember: "Where's the chili?"

"It's done, very onion-y though. Kinda tastes like Shrek made it." he teases, and you crack your first smile of the day. It certainly won't be your last.

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[featherdusterbelphie]

Got my system craving for you like it's dopamine

C/W: none, only fluff! title

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"Am I really that interesting to look at?"

You can’t help but flinch, feeling your body tense up as Solomon's eyes flutter open, a gentle crinkle forming at the corners. Time seems to slow as he turns his head to gaze at you, his blue-brown eyes holding yours and leaving you breathless, your heart racing in your chest. That feeling of embarrassment squeezes at your heart as you grip the soft blanket wrapped around you.

"Sorry... I didn't mean to stare..."

He turns to you fully now, body facing you and his entire focus completely on you—as if you were whatever you said was important, that he thought you were important—your head swirling with a heady feeling. He smiles gently, and you swear the dim moonlight shining down from behind you makes him glow like he’s some deity you’d happily devote yourself to.

Solomon's gaze softens as he notices the familiar embarrassed frown beginning to form on your lips and the deepening crease between your brows—something he longs to soothe with his thumb. His voice is gentle and hushed as if this exchange is meant solely for the two of you, set apart from the thirteen other people in the room.

"Couldn't sleep?"

"Kinda..."

"Something on your mind?"

"Not particularly..." you begin, forcing yourself to look away from him lest he think you're a creep (he doesn’t; he finds it endearing enough to want you to continue). Instead, you concentrate on drawing random shapes on the futon beneath you, speaking slowly to prevent your treacherous mouth from blurting out embarrassing thoughts like, 'I kept thinking about you,' or 'Did you know I'd do anything for you if you kept looking at me like that?' What comes out instead is, "It's just... a lot happened today. I guess I'm still reeling from it all..."

It wasn't that far off, there was a lot to think about today. A lot of things happened, both good and bad, that stuck with you especially now in this quiet night. Although you won't admit what exactly you were reminiscing. That your mind has been replaying that one scene earlier—where he laughed so brightly at your joke. Or the fact that he stood before you under the fireworks show and held your hand to comfort you as you kept jumping from the loud noises. Or that he’s looking at you as tenderly as he does now.

He shuffles closer towards you, and the way that your two futons are laid out so close to each other feels like you're sharing a bed with him. He was so close that his warm hands brushed against yours, fighting the urge to reach out and grab it. But instead, he beats you to it, wrapping your hand in his slender fingers, feeling his rough palm blanket around the back of your hand as he squeezes it.

In his side, he forces his muscles to relax and forget about the urge to pull you close and feel you in his arms.

"Like?"

"Like the festival. We sold so many tickets, I think everyone and their mother was there for the fireworks show." The memory of earlier crept back at you. The time when you sold tickets to random demons of the Devildom and Solomon's group tried to challenge you to who could sell more. even though it was tiring, you didn't find it a bad experience. "...it was so fun."

"Yeah, it was very fun. Our team won though."

"We had the same goal!" You blurt out, instantly regretting it when someone immediately shushed you. You murmured an apology, giggling when you met Solomon's eyes again. "Besides, it was only off by two."

"Still counts." You try not to roll your eyes, but you can't stop the smile on your lips that he wants to capture in a photo.

"Did you enjoy the fireworks show?"

"Yeah, it was really beautiful. The colors, the shapes. I just wish it wasn't so...loud."

He squeezed your hand, and your heart skipped a beat. You felt that warmth in your chest grow as you looked up to meet his eyes again. That soft blue hue fading into brown reminds you of the beach. Of calm waters reaching towards you on the shore, and the warm sand under your feet. "Next time, I'll take you somewhere quieter. Where you can enjoy it a bit better."

Somewhere with just the two of us. Under the starry sky. Where I can hold your hand without any of the others complaining, where I can pull you close and finally tell you what I feel about you. He bit his cheek to keep himself from stumbling out and scaring you. Instead, intently watched as your face morphed from underlying annoyance and exhaustion to something a little brighter, excited.

You squeezed his hand back, smiling, "I'd like that."

You continue talking deeper into the night, murmuring about everything and nothing as you muffle giggles under your free hand, unconsciously shuffling towards each other as if drawn, until the separation between his futon and yours blurred and you ended up sharing a pillow. It was in these quiet moments that you let your eyes linger on his face as he spoke, watching the way his pupils dilate and the way his lips moved. You thought he was beautiful like this, handsome in a way that was beyond his magical charm or his almighty reputation.

To you he felt like someone you could be comfortable with. He felt like someone you could imagine having in your life. While you made him feel human again. Someone vulnerable, someone who was able to experience this fuzziness in his chest as he watched the way your eye crinkle when you laughed, the way he didn't want to let go of your hand and freeze this moment forever.

It wasn't until someone, Lucifer, told you both to go to sleep did you decide that it was time to stop. The festival hasn't ended yet and there were still a lot to do, and you wouldn't want to miss a day that you could spend with Solomon.

You yawn, unconsciously drawing closer to him until the top of your head touched his forehead. It felt warm and comforting as your breaths slowly evened out.

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[coffeeheartaddict2]

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

Who am I?

Book: Open Heart (post series)

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC Casey Ramsey

Category: fluffy angst

Rating: PG

Word count: 401

Warnings: mentions of mental health

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

Disclaimer: Characters belong to Pixelberry.

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

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

☕️☕️☕️☕️☕️☕️☕️☕️☕️☕️

Mothers Day 2025

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

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

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

“It’s Miss, Ms. Mrs

Dr.

Actually”

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

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

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

Casey kisses him sweetly.

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

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

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

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

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[storyofmychoices]

Love in the Afternoon

Pairing: Tobias Carrick x Casey MacTavish (@jerzwriter) Book: Open Heart Word Count: ~500 Rating/Warning: General/None (all the fluff)

Synopsis: Tobias and Casey enjoy an afternoon dance.

This adorable art of Casey and Tobias is by the lovely @liiyaan!

Happy birthday, Elsa! I hope this day brings you all sorts of joy and things to celebrate. I hope you enjoy this little art and drabble of your babies!

The midday sun bathed the living room in its warm embrace, casting a golden amber glow across the floor. Casey lounged on the couch, enjoying the sun's radiance after brunch with Merida and Olivia. She strained her ear, captivated by the distant sounds of Tobias humming Sammy's favorite lullaby as he settled their daughter down for her nap. Her eyes closed, a lingering smile spread softly on her lips, a satisfying hum slipping out as she sunk further into the couch's cushions.

Tobias stood in the doorway, mesmerized by how the sunlight turned his wife's blonde hair into a honeyed cascade, creating a warm and enchanting glow around her. He shook his head gently, mesmerized that this was his life. It wasn't what he had ever expected, but that was before Casey. Casey changed everything, and now, he couldn't imagine any other life.

In a few strides, he moved across the room. Gently pulling her up from the couch, he twirled Casey into an impromptu dance, the sunlight seemingly dancing along with them as its soft rays shimmered around them.

"Oof," Casey laughed as she wrapped her arms around his neck, steadying herself on her feet. "Why the sudden dance?"

"Do I need a reason to dance with my beautiful wife?" Tobias teased, his eyes glimmering with mischief and affection.

Casey raised an eyebrow, her playful smirk demanding an answer. "Spill it, Tobias. What's the occasion?"

He chuckled, holding her a bit closer. "No grand occasion. Isn't thinking my wife's beautiful reason enough?"

"You're not getting off that easy. What'd you do?" She pressed further.

Tobias shrugged, a grin playing on his lips. "Maybe I just like admiring you. And, well, maybe I just wanted to dance with you in the middle of the day because I can. No other reason."

"Admiring me, huh?" She teased, a twinkle in her eye. "Well, lucky for you, I'm not one to turn down a dance, especially when it's with my handsome husband." Her grin matched his, and she pulled him a little closer. "But I'm keeping an eye on you. If you've got a surprise up your sleeve, you better spill it."

"Well, in that case..." Tobias grinned mischievously, his arms looping around Casey as he effortlessly scooped her up from the floor. Her laughter bubbled up, blending with his, and he twirled her in the air. The sunlight held them in its embrace as their joyful sounds spread through the room. Gently, he lowered her to the ground, never breaking eye contact with her. 

Their laughter quieted as they swayed together, letting their bodies find a rhythm of their own as they enjoyed the quiet moment. The warmth of their breath tangled together as they whispered words of adoration. So much had changed once Sammy was born. Their lives were increasingly busy but moments like this reminded them that all they ever needed was right here, the love between them and the love they shared for their daughter.

[cagcdlxve]

Winter Prayer ★₊˚⊹✧˖°. Open

" I fear deeply for the worlds we live in... " she spoke quietly. Eyes scanning the horizon of snow-covered hills and the village in the distance. Early morning was when she was awake. As she watched the dawn rise over the trees, there was a sadness in her heart.

" I believe we have more power than we think to heal the world. Often I look into someone's eyes and see a whole unique life and experience... it's beautiful. " Her skirts tussled lightly in the winter wind, causing her to shiver ever so slightly. She pulled her coat tighter around her shoulders.

" They live in their world, and I pass by in mine. I could choose to grow their wounds, as much as I could choose to heal them. " She knelt in the snow, her trembling hands clasped together tightly ( the cold was intense for her, but she would choose her duty above all else ). Her wet skirts clung to her knees, the snow and mud absorbing through the cloth adding to her coldness still.

And yet as she spoke in the tongue of the forest, a prayer to those who were ill, to those in need, and those lost in a darkness without hope of escape, she endured all the same. Her voice was quiet, it was almost a song. And the longer she went on the more numb her body became ( was it just the doing of the winter wind? )

After a quiet pause, she spoke again. "If I only ever see someone's world once, I hope they have a good memory of mine. " There were many worlds she never remembered at all. What a fear it was to be forgotten by time as nothing at all.

[starry-sophrosyne]

ME WHEN MY PLAN TO WRITE AND FINISH ALL MY WEIGHT OF THE CROWN TIMESKIP DRABBLES DIDNT COME THROUGH, I STILL HAVENT OPENED THE COMMUNITY YET, AND I ONLY HAVE MORE AUS I WANT TO WRITE ABT:

[catharusustulatus]

After everything, Steve and Robin go camping. He packs the beemer to the brim with their sleeping bags, their brand new tent, the food tote, the stove and cookware they borrow from the Sinclair’s, the giant duffel Robin refuses to leave behind of “extra bits and bobs, you never know, Steve.” They take turns picking the music, Robin tapping her fingers on the dashboard as they both sing along to Cyndi Lauper, traveling forever.

They’re in the woods somewhere in Ohio, and the new summer grass is warm and soft around them as they hike, as they picnic. The air is fresh, like a cough in Steve’s lungs has cleared. He can’t stop smiling, talks Robin’s ear off about all the places he’ll take them when he’s got the money, when he’s got the trailer. “I think I’m gonna do it, Rob. I want it to be for real. We can go all the way to the coast” he tells her over the heat of the camping stove. Prepping bacon and eggs, the coffee kettle.

Robin nets a fish the second night but they release it back into the river, done with killing, they eat pancakes for dinner. They make shadow puppets in their tent to fall asleep. Robin pretends her shadow is Dustin singing NeverEnding Story and Steve laughs so hard he snorts hot chocolate out his nose. They’ve never done this before; fun outside the confines of Indiana, of passing the time post survival.

She’s transferring from Roanne County College to Northwestern in the fall, and it’s an unspoken assumption he’s coming with her. He wants to, he does, he’ll be there, but he also wants to see the ocean. He wants to feel what it’s like to be in California. Who he’ll be if no one knows him, how he got the scars, what his next move will be.

They fill their T-shirts with wild berries. Robin knew the duffel would come in handy (nature manual, binoculars, extra tissues, rope, her teddy bear). The berries are ripe and juicy, tart and trickling down their necks, a purple sticky tickle. They eat them for hours, wash clean in the river. Wash themselves clean and new.

[reginrokkr]

Tag dump repost #1

◟༺✦༻◞ when twilight mirrors the passages of time ┊queue.┊

◟༺✦༻◞ glimpses in the past of a shattered spirit ┊headcanon.┊

◟༺✦༻◞ events to be remembered in blue veins ┊addendum.┊

◟༺✦༻◞ silver twigs woven in a tapestry of memories ┊memorabilia.┊

◟༺✦༻◞ fragments of light from the roots of truth ┊reference.┊

◟༺✦༻◞ what use has the veil of falsehood? ┊ask.┊

◟༺✦༻◞ sapphire flames in their wake ┊ic.┊

◟༺✦༻◞ lament of a fallen seraph ┊thread.┊

◟༺✦༻◞ searching for a long lost fate ┊meme.┊

◟༺✦༻◞ what lays behind the mantle of faux stars ┊ooc.┊

◟༺✦༻◞ fear not the long night if malice is to fade ┊musings.┊

◟༺✦༻◞ ethereal moon dust sunken in ripples of light ┊reflection.┊

◟༺✦༻◞ moon on the sky as a trembling heart ┊aesthetic.┊

◟༺✦༻◞ requiem of the echoing depths ┊music.┊

◟༺✦༻◞ crystalline traces splattered with stardust ┊open.┊

◟༺✦༻◞ analysis within the ley lines ichor ┊study.┊

◟༺✦༻◞ chaos is hardly different to poison ┊dash comment.┊

◟༺✦༻◞ shall fair divination be imparted ┊dash game.┊

◟༺✦༻◞ trust not the gods; nor overthrow them ┊psa.┊

◟༺✦༻◞ connections of an ancient twilight sword ┊promotions.┊

◟༺✦༻◞ forgo that which is cursed by the gods ┊self promo.┊

◟༺✦༻◞ gifts to prevail into eternity ┊keepsake.┊

◟༺✦༻◞ echoes of a fallen star ┊drabble.┊

◟༺✦༻◞ nascent dreams of fading twilight ┊wishlist.┊