#chair's drabbles

[thechairanon]

Happy Valentine's Day!!!

@totally-average-kid @egganonman @dvdanon @themalewifeanon @berry-nonnie @thatoneblue-anon @thatstaroneanon @sparkleonanon @booitsbeloved @bookstackanon

This was such a joy to write, thank you guys so so so much! This was very fun and I'd love to do something like this again. Valentine's Day special under the cut!

This Valentine’s day was going to be an odd one this year.

For starters, there was still a poll going on. A pretty important poll with roughly one hundred votes already, but probable death for Hetch wasn’t going to stop the Anons from having a fun day.

Chair was planning to bake a cake for their friends.

There were only three problems Chair had with baking a cake.

Problem one: she could only remember two ingredients which were eggs and sugar. Problem two: they had no idea how to bake a cake.

Problem two wasn’t an issue on the most part because she had plenty of friends around to help.

This brings up problem three: those of the other entities in the Void who knew how to bake a cake typically had very skewed perceptions on cake recipes.

Oh well. Eldritch cake was better than no cake.

Chair made a messy sign asking for help baking a cake, taped it to the front side of a table and sat.

Thankfully she didn’t have to wait long.

“HEYO!” He yelled as they appeared. “Cake time! Mind handing me the powder?”

“The powder?” Chair asked. She assumed !! meant the baking soda and handed the box over to them.

“Thank you.” !! opened the box and poured it into a large bowl. “So! First we need some water, oil, eggs, and another egg…”

Chair paused as !! hesitated, probably trying to remember the next ingredient. He started to float as they thought. “How about another egg!”

Chair added the water, oil and three eggs into the bowl with the baking soda. They looked at !! for more instructions.

“Now, make sure that your hand is still tangible while making it! BUT,” !! suddenly yelled, “if some stuff isn’t mixed in correctly, then you’re going to have to… to…” !! snapped his fingers as he tried to remember the word they wanted to say. “Turn down the opacity on your hand.”

Chair stared at !!. Slowly, they looked down at her hand and willed it to have a lower opacity.

Nothing happened.

“And now,” !! continued, “the mixer! You have to speak with a firm voice or it won’t respect you!”

Chair watched !! in amazement as he began yelling at the cake mixture.

Egg wandered past Chair’s sign, paused, read the sign, then ran up to Chair.

“Oh, wait wait wait!” Egg said, “I know this! I read a bunch of cookbooks when I was alive!”

Chair moved the first bowl of cake mix over to the far end of the table so it wouldn't get in the way. !! moved with it, still continuing to yell at the batter.

“I’ll put that bowl in the oven when they’re done,” Chair told Egg.

“So! You take sugar and- like a packet of sugar,” Egg clarified, “but you take a spoon and you get a good amount. Like say, maybe around however much feels right, it’s your cake. 

Get milk, like a cup of it? And two eggs- I don’t count as one of those by the way. Just so you know. Don’t cook me.”

“I won’t,” Chair assured her.

Chair took a sugar packet, opened it and poured the contents into a new bowl. She then took milk, measured it out in a plastic cup they found and poured into the bowl with the sugar. Finally she popped two whole eggs into the bowl.

“Also flower and butter,” Egg mused, “but you can get however much of that you want, it’s not really a law. Now, what you have to do is mix ‘em all together, and heat it up, simple!”

“How long do I heat it up for?” Chair asked as they added the final ingredients. Three sticks of butter and a handful of flour went into the bowl.

“You cook it for- until it gets brown? And solid. Make sure it’s not a liquid anymore, very vitally important.” Egg started to walk away. “Then wait for it to cool down and eat it.”

“Thank you,” Chair called after their friend. They mixed the contents of the bowl with her wooden hands and popped it into the nearby oven. She turned back to !!, who was still yelling at his bowl of cake mix. “Are you okay?”

!! nodded, not breaking their yelling streak.

Dvd mrrowed as it hopped up onto the table.

“Hi, Dvd,” Chair greeted, brushing their messy hands against her pants to clean them off. “Do you have cake advice, too?”

“Ok,” Dvd started. “What you want to do is meow at your human for so long. And make sure it’s irritating. They may check your food and litter tray, but after a while they will be like ‘what the fuck do you want’ and you show them the cake mix. After that, wait ‘till everything is cooling. If it’s cupcakes, take one bite from as many as you can.”

Chair nodded as they watched Dvd trot away. “Thanks for the, uh. Good cat advice!”

They turned around and yelped in surprise when they saw Valentine standing ominously behind her.

“You,” he said. They grabbed Chair’s arms and pulled her closer to their height. “You measure everything by vibes alone. And then pour in a fuckton of heart sprinkles.”

Valentine only let go when Chair nodded. “...Oh, can the frosting be pink?”

“Uh, y-yeah. Will do, uh, Vale. I’ll get on that now.”

Chair nervously waved goodbye to the Malewife anon before going to do as he instructed.

She ‘measured with her heart’. Two handfuls of sugar, a fistful of baking soda, three eggs, and two sticks of butter went into a bowl and were mixed. A second oven appeared and Chair slid the bowl in. They placed pink frosting containers (there were three in total) on top of the oven so she wouldn’t forget when it was time to frost it.

“Are you okay still?” Chair asked !!. They received no answer.

“OH!” Berry said as it noticed Chair’s sign. “You’re going to bake a cake?! Yippee! I love baking! Uh- are they okay?”

“They’ve been doing that for the past thirty minutes. I think he’ll be okay.”

“Okay,” Berry nodded. “Um, so first thing is the wet and dry ingredients don’t get mixed at the same time. Actually, I don’t think that matters all that much, it just sounds silly. I mean, they go into the same pan anyway.”

“That’s good. I’ve been putting them in the same bowl the entire time.”

“Wait, what kind of cake are we talking about?” Berry asked. “It’s Valentine’s day, so I think red velvet is the obvious choice but that’s basically just chocolate cake with a load of red food color in it. Are you allergic to red dyes?”

Chair shrugged. “I hope not.”

“Okay, so we need flour, sugar, cocoa powder, salt, butter, eggs, vanilla, milk and baking soda. Am I missing anything? Hmm… oh yeah! Vegetable oil and the red food coloring.”

Chair scrambled to grab all the ingredients. Were cakes supposed to be this complicated? Oh, man, their other cakes didn’t have all of these ingredients in them.

“We should have everything now, I’m pretty sure,” Berry said once all the ingredients were on the table. “Just make sure the butter is room temp. The oven needs to be preheated while we’re mixing everything together, I’m pretty sure it just needs to be three-hundred sixty degrees fahrenheit. Get a bowl big enough to mix everything in.”

Chair rushed to preheat the third oven that appeared. Preheat the oven? Why would she need to preheat the oven?? Why was baking a cake so difficult???

“Okay,” Berry continued, “into the bowl goes the dry ingredients first. How much did we need again? One sec, I need to think about it. It’s been a while since I’ve baked a cake.”

As Berry thought, Chair whispered to !! “Do you need to breathe?”

!! shook their head.

"Um, I'm pretty sure it was 3 cups of flour, 2 cups of sugar, 2 tablespoons of cocoa,” Berry said, grabbing measuring equipment. “Oh, I always forget how much baking soda is needed. Or was it baking powder? What's even the difference?”

“You okay?” asked Chair.

“Huh? Sorry, um, I think like 1/4 a teaspoon of salt and 1/2 a teaspoon of baking soda?? Yeah, and then you mix it all together. Now 1/2 a cup of butter, which is just a stick, and 4 eggs need to be mixed in too. Oh! And 1 cup of vegetable oil. Once all that is mixed together, we need to add in the cup of milk and the red dye. It needs to be mixed well, so no clumps or anything."

Chair followed Berry’s instructions as closely as they could and mixed the batter together with their hands again. Unfortunately the red dye stained her wood hands and refused to wash out. “What’s next?”

"That's it for the batter, I'm pretty sure. Just gotta pour it into a greased pan and bake it for... 30 minutesss, I think? Yeah, 30 minutes sounds right." Berry waved as it walked away. “Bye, let me know when the cake is ready!”

“I will. Thanks for the help, Berry!” Chair slid the bowl into the preheated oven. “I’m sure I didn’t forget any steps.”

“GREASED PAN,” !! yelled at Chair. They then continued to yell obscenities at the original bowl of cake mix.

Chair internally face palmed. “I forgot the freaking pan. Eh, whatever. ‘M sure it’s fine.”

“What’s fine?” Blue asked. “Oh a cake, that’s easy. You put some butter and sugar in a bowl and mix them until combined, then add- shit how many eggs?”

“I’ve put as many as three eggs in a cake at a time,” Chair answered. “But what do you think?”

“Well, I don't know. Like two eggs I think. And mix and add vanilla extract but just a little or any extract really you could make it a strawberry cake if you wanted- nah nevermind chocolate is better if anything. Um, so anyway a little vanilla extract and then you add flour and milk to make the mix look like cake mix, and then you put the mix in a cake mold that is either non-stick or has a fine layer of butter and flour to prevent sticking,” Blue rambled. “You put the mold in the oven for like half an hour in I'd say like 180 degrees Celsius which in Fahrenheit is... More than 180 degrees.

“Oh and don't forget to preheat the oven!! The cake bakes faster when the oven is already warm and not just recently turned on (the amount of times I've forgotten to preheat the oven speaks for itself). So, um, yeah. That's how you make a cake.”

Chair watched as Blue quickly walked away and began to follow their instructions. They put this cake in a GREASED PAN this time, then slid it into the fourth oven.

“Now we throw it in the oven!” !! said normally, startling Chair. “I like to add a little bit of ectoplasm if we have some on hand but if not then just toss it in there!” They smiled as he threw the bowl into a fifth oven at full force. “Just yell for me when the cake is ready!”

Chair stared at !! as they walked away, then stared at the fifth oven.

“I am a chair that owns five ovens,” Chair whispered to herself.

“Ok, so… a cake… can I do that?” Dizzy asked.

“Cake number six, go on ahead! You just missed !! yelling at the first cake we mixed an hour ago.”

Dizzy nodded. “So... I think you have to mix sugar, flour, eggs... What else is there in a cake...  baking powder? OH AND CHOCOLATE!!! THAT'S IMPORTANT I THINK! Uh... oh also you add milk I think?”

Chair gathered the next set of ingredients and added them all together in a bowl.

“Then you mix... all that stuff? And then you put it in the oven for... wait what type of cake are we making?”

Chair shrugged. “Cake.”

“Uh... ok. 50 minutes in the oven? Then you get it out and you eat it!!! I think. I didn’t bake a lot pre-tapes…”

“That’s okay! Thanks for the help, Dizzy.” Chair placed the sixth cake bowl in the sixth oven. They happened to glance over at the right time and saw Sparkle walking by. “Hey, Sparkle! Do you want to help me bake a cake for Valentine's day?”

"Oh god you're asking me???” Sparkle asked. “Uh- Shit it's been a while and I usually use a book? Right- Okay. You probably need flour? A bowl first might be useful. Flour in the bowl, right. Like a good handful or two of it.”

Chair tossed two handfuls of flour into a new bowl.

“And... What else does a cake need? Oil? Like cooking oil... Is that olive oil? Uh... Just put some oil in there. A good... Second pouring of oil. And milk? Maybe? Or is the liquid just oil? Well you definitely need eggs! I think both the white and the yolk? Maybe add a few of those. And... Mix it and heat it up? You should probably ask someone else actually-"

“No, no,” Chair said as she poured another bottle of vegetable oil in the bowl, “none of us remember correctly, so you’re okay!”

“Okay, well… thanks for baking cakes for us?” Sparkle left.

Mask told Chair to throw a few fistfuls of eggs and sugar into a bowl and hope for the best.

Bookstack gave Chair two recipes.

“To do it RIGHT you need flour, milk, eggs, sugar, water, oil, baking soda, and, like, vanilla extract?? ! think???? And you kinda mix everything and pour it into a pan and cook it at three hundred degrees fahrenheit for like an hour. And put some "frosting" that is just colored sugar and whipped cream.

“To do it wrong? Easy. Use crack instead of flour. Add some spaghetti/m&ms and you’re done.”

Once Chair was certain all the cakes were done (they made sure Egg’s cake was solid with no liquids) and decorated those that involved icing. Then they laid all the cakes out on her table in a row. She decided to replace their original sign with a new one that said ‘WARNING! Drugs in the Cake in the Center. Eat at Your Own Risk’

Eldritch cakes were better than no cake.

#chair's drabbles #<- recently learned drabble means a short story comprised of exactly 100 words #drug mention #tw drugs #<- let me know if I should edit these tags

[pupkashi]

shopping at ikea w satoru would be so unimaginably fun and silly …

i can already picture him having way too much fun in the showrooms, sitting on a sofa and asking you to pass the remote, smiling when you grab him by the sleeve, apologizing to the family who were looking at the coffee table he had his feet on.

the two of you would spend way too much time in the living room area, deciding on what pieces you’d put where, staring at each other when you realized neither of you took any measurements prior to leaving home.

he’s posing in the showers, covering himself in the curtain and gasping when you look at him, “where’s the privacy in my own home?!”

he absolutely loves asking you which kitchen you’d pick, noting all your different answers and taking pictures of the things you would say you liked.

satoru would try and lay on every bed, whispering to you that the bedframe would break within hours of being constructed, making your eyes widen as you smack his chest, trying to ignore the flips your stomach was doing.

he’d try and talk you into buying everything, especially the things he was convinced he needed.

“sweetheart look! aren’t these mugs so nice? i think we should take them” already placing a pack in the cart, you immediately place them back on the shelf.

“satoru we have more than enough mugs, we had to give some to shoko because we had nowhere to put them!” he knows your right, but even so he pouts at you a bit, looking at you with wide eyes and you sigh. he’s got you.

you don’t say anything as you grab the same pack and put it in the cart silently, ignoring satoru was he giggles behind you.

he would definitely buy one of the plushies they sell, immediately falling in love with how absolutely floppy they look (he comes home with three).

the two of you stop and get some swedish meatballs before going into the actual shopping part, finally getting everything and then some, walking out with a full cart that you never intended to fill.

you realize on crucial thing as you and satoru place the items in the living room, looking around for where to put newly acquired trinkets.

satoru turns to you, and you turn to him, both of you blinking twice before smiling and speaking at the same time;

“we forgot the fucking shelves”

a/n: just another silly head canon drabble ,, i hope u guys like it !! please lmk what you guys think :3

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[maybeitsalivescribbles]

VH - The Kneeling Stuff

Supervillain smiled when Hero was brought before him, his hands tied behind his back. That wasn’t necessary, of course. The small, thin frame of his foe was already surrounded by two of his biggest guards. There was no way of escape. On his iron throne, he slightly shifted his position and only said:

“Kneel.”

He expected – perhaps even hoped – protestations and words of defiance. There was none. Hero obeyed, his eyes fixed on him. Seeing that he was doing it without reluctance, the guards took their places back from each side of the throne. Three pairs of eyes stared at the captive. There wasn’t an ounce of fear or anger in his expression. As far as Supervillain could judge, there was nothing but polite curiosity, and maybe a bit of confusion.

“I don’t get it”, the prisoner said after a while.

“What are you talking about ?”

“The kneeling stuff. I mean, I love to sit after I’ve been beaten up, thank you, but I don’t see what the big deal is. You said it like it was big deal. Is that some kind of trap ?”

“Wh-”

“I mean, I can sit in many ways. I can even be cross-legged if you enjoy it that much.”

Supervillain shrugged to hide his own perplexity.

“Is that the right time to be insolent, according to you ?”

Embarrassed, Hero fidgeted a little despite his bound hands and gave him a pleading look.

“I swear I’m not trying to. I just feel like I’m missing something. I’m new at this business, you know.”

Supervillain pinched the bridge of his nose:

“Honestly, the things you have to teach. Kneeling means you recognize your defeat and you’re offering yourself to me.”

“Offering myself ? Like a date ?”

“No, not like a date !” squeaked the villain. “Who says things like - ? Like – like a prisoner ! Or a slave, if you like. That means you’re inferior to me.”

“Because you’re higher than me ?”

“Exactly ! Finally.”

“Nope, still don’t get it.”

Hero looked at the guards by his side:

“They stand up, and they’re tall ladies. They’re way higher than you. By that logic, that should mean they’re your boss, then.”

“No ! They – they’re doing my work ! Look, making your foes kneel is traditional. It’s nice. I like it. Can we leave it at that ?”

“But the thing is, I don’t feel inferior. It’s literally the way I sit at home. So, I don’t understand why it’s so much more humiliating than sitting on a throne that looks incredibly uncomfortable.”

Aggravated, Supervillain jumped on his feet. His fingers ensnared Hero’s chin as he growled:

“Don’t worry, I can do so much worse. The torture I’m going to put you through won’t give you any doubt about that.”

“About kneeling ?”

“No – I mean yes I suppose among other things but -”

“I don’t think that will make me understand. I can suggest another way.”

Metal cracked. Hero shyly made his fingers glide over Supervillain’s wrist that still held his face:

“You should show me instead.”

Supervillain had only one second to realize that Hero’s hands were mysteriously free. His first impulse was to call his guards for help, but the two ladies didn’t seem to hear him. Staring at Hero, they didn’t move an inch. Hero smiled, revealing his long, sharp teeth:

“Kneel.”

The world shifted. Unable to resist this voice, Supervillain's legs buckled while Hero stood up, his pale face still calm and slightly curious:

“You know, maybe you were right on something. I don’t care about the position, but seeing someone squirm is nice every time. Now then.”

He tilted his head and shyly smiled at Supervillain’s livid face:

“Tell me, what’s your opinion on stepping on your foes ?”

*

Vampire Hero is now a recurring character. His job is to troll current villains. Check the Vampire Hero Masterlist or Tag for more snippets with him.

Or back to the Hero x Villain Masterlist.

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[startrekfangirl2233-writes]

Hello Star!! I saw that your requests were open and I was wondering if you will okay to write a Bradley x reader with the prompt; “please talk to me. i need to know you’re alright.” Thank you so much bby<333

A/N: Pav! Thanks for this amazing ask! You're so lovely and this prompt was dynamite. It was supposed to be a drabble and 2.7K words later, here we are! I hope you love it as much as I love you and this request! More under the cut!

AO3: Cross-posted here!

Most people mention their first boyfriend or girlfriend when they talk about falling in love for the first time. You always had a different answer. You fell in love before you even knew what romantic love was. You were nine years old when your parents moved your family across the country to San Diego. As expected of a precocious nine-year-old, you were less than enthused at the thought of leaving everything and everyone you knew what felt like a million miles away. And you’d shown that frustration by causing a fuss through every moment of the moving process, from packing your things to the long flight to San Diego. Your mom had finally had enough of you underfoot when the moving van showed up with boxes of your belongings in front of your new house.

“Sweetheart, why don’t you take your stuffed bear and play outside.” Though she was smiling, you knew the difference between a request and an order, and this was definitely an order. There was a small backyard fenced off behind your house full of long blades of overgrown grass. Curious, you took your bear, named Pooh Bear long ago, after your favorite childhood cartoon, on an exploratory adventure. After hours in a cramped, stuffy plane, the fragrant sun-warmed grass felt like heaven. The backyard was so overgrown that you had soon fashioned yourself and Mr. Pooh, your erstwhile associate, as explorers making your way through an unknown jungle. In the back corner of the yard was a large, beautiful old tree. Throughout your explorations, you soon found yourself babbling away at Pooh and settling down in the shadow of that beautiful tree. You’d talked yourself out and were waiting for the noise of the movers to fade so you could finally beg your mom for a snack when a plane landed in your lap.

“Hello? Hello!” A reedy voice had called over the fence to you. “Is there anybody there?”

“Yes! Are you missing a plane by any chance?” You shouted back.

“I am! I’m in house number 15!” The voice yelled back at you. “Can we meet in the front yard so I can get my plane back?”

“I just have to tell my mom where I’m going, and I’ll meet you right there!” You’d yelled back, excited. A friend! Hopefully, this boy would want to be your friend. 

Plane and Pooh Bear in tow, you excitedly scurry back into the house. 

“Mom! Mom!” You’re practically shrieking in your excitement.

“What?! What is it, sweetheart?” Your mother had sounded harried, her hair sticking to her forehead in the heat of an early San Diego summer. 

“A boy from next door lost his toy plane over the fence! Can I go give it back to him?” You’d wheedled, your voice pleading as you had tried your best to look as innocent as possible. “I promise we’ll be in the front yard and only in the front yard. He said he lived in number 15!”

“Alright, sweetheart. You can go to return the plane. But if you hear me calling for you, you’d better come right back. Ok?” She held your eyes until you’d nodded eagerly, your glasses sliding down your nose with each jolt of your head. Permission gained, you’d rushed out the front door, pausing perfunctorily to shove your feet into a pair of flip-flops, dodging the movers as you’d rushed helter-skelter out of the house. Pooh Bear and plane in hand, you’d skipped out to the sidewalk in front of your house. To your left, the house was obscured by the moving truck in your driveway. The house to the right, however, was labeled number 15. You knew you’d got the right house when the screen door slapped open, and a gangly tow-headed boy strides out. This must be the boy who'd lost the plane. He’s tall with dirty blonde hair and big brown eyes.

“Hi!” You introduce yourself and Mr. Pooh Bear. “I’m nine years old and just moved in next door. Here’s your plane!” You’d been grinning widely, the gaps in your teeth on full display as you peered up at the boy, carefully cradling the plane in his hands.

“I’m Bradley, Bradley Bradshaw.” He’d finally responded. “I’m eleven.”

“So you like planes?” 

“Yeah,” He’d finally smiled back at you. “I love them. My dad was in the Navy. He died when I was two years old. He used to fly in one of these every day. My Uncle Mav gave me this toy. Thanks for bringing it back.”

“Can you tell me more about it?” You’d asked carefully.

That had been the beginning of a beautiful friendship with Bradley Bradshaw. He’d been your best friend since that summer day when you were nine and he was eleven. Most of your childhood had been spent running into and out of your houses. Both of your mothers had oft joked that they’d be in-laws as soon as you grew up, as close as you were.

You’d been sixteen, and he’d been eighteen when you’d realized your feelings for Bradley were more than friendly. That summer had been the most taxing on both of you. His mom, Carole, had been increasingly sick, and he hadn’t known how to deal with the possibility of losing her. You’d spent many an afternoon sitting under the tree in your backyard, holding your best friend as he’d sobbed, still gangly but grown into his height. You’d been his support, standing at the cemetery later on that summer, propping him up as he’d laid the only family he had left to rest. You'd been the only person he'd told about Mav pulling his papers to the Naval Academy. You were the only person he’d said goodbye to a few weeks later when he decided to leave everything he'd ever known, including you.

You were roused from your sleep by pebbles clattering against your window. In the early morning light, you’d cracked open your blinds to see Bradley’s window open across from yours. You’d heaved the blinds open and scribbled on a notebook, “I’ll meet you downstairs!”. You’d snuck downstairs and met Bradley on your front lawn at his nod.

“Hey, Bradshaw. What’s going on?” You’d felt exceedingly ugly in your duck-printed pajamas, especially as Bradley was fully dressed.

“I’m leaving.”

“What?!”

“I enlisted in the Navy yesterday. I’m driving to Pensacola for my basic training, leaving right now.” 

"Is this because of Mav? When he pulled your papers?" You'd been in shock, processing the news.

"Yeah. I'm still angry, but I found another way to fly for the Navy. And this time, I will prove that I can do it." You'd seen the anger in his eyes.

When your eyes had teared up at the thought of losing him, he’d crushed you to his chest. 

“I know, Sweetheart.” He’d murmured. “I know. I’m going to miss you too.” His eyes are soft and sad in the dimness of the morning light. “I couldn’t leave without telling my best girl goodbye.”

“Bradley!” You’d sobbed in earnest, feeling your heart break for real. “I don’t want you to go!”

“I don’t want to go either. But I have to!” He’d tried so hard to convince you. “It’s the only chance I have to achieve my dreams.” 

“But I love you, Bradley!” You’d finally had enough, letting the words slip off your tongue in your grief. “Please don’t go.”

He’d cried before kissing you clumsily. “I love you too, Sweetheart. I wish I’d told you how much before now. I have to go to Florida, but I want you to promise you’ll call.”

And call you had, every night for all the years he’d been in the Navy, continuing until he’d been back in San Diego at Top Gun. That was when you’d finally taken your relationship to the next level and then gotten married a year later, just like Carole and your Mom had hoped over a decade earlier. 

Being a Navy wife was the hardest thing you thought your relationship would ever have to overcome. The constant worry for him and the length of his deployments stressed your relationship more than you’d ever seen. Or so you thought. This new mission Bradley had been pulled into as part of a special detachment scared you witless. It scared him too. You’d known him for two decades; the only time you’d seen him this frightened was before Carole died. Add to that the stress of having Maverick in his life again, and you didn’t know when you’d get your happy, sweet, golden retriever of a husband back again.

Three short weeks later, after everything had gone down, you got the bare bones of the mission details from Maverick and knew the healing process for Bradley would not be easy after what he’d been through. At first, Bradley had seemed lighter, more like the boy you’d first fallen in love with. He was reconnecting with his Uncle Mav. His physical wounds had healed in no time at all. And then the nightmares set in. Nearly every night, he’d woken you screaming for Maverick, sweating profusely, shivering, and shaking. On occasion, you’d even woken to hear him retching in the bathroom. No matter what you did, he wouldn’t open up to you. So you’d resolved to keep an eye on him. That’s why you found yourself at the Hard Deck one night with the rest of the newly named permanent Dagger Squadron. 

Bradley was his usual cheery self, outwardly, at least. But you knew him well enough to see the differences. He'd joked and bantered, drinking and trash-talking as he played pool. But when the spotlight shone on others, you could see the shadows in his eyes.

“Hey, Missus Bradshaw!” Phoenix is grinning. You smile back at your husband’s closest friend in the Navy.

“Hey, Phe.” 

“C’mere.” She tugs you to a less crowded corner where Bob sits. She gestures between them. “We’ve been meaning to talk to you. There’s something up with Rooster. He’s not himself, not since we got back. He’s quieter, and though Bagman seems to make him just as loud as he used to be, he hasn’t roused the bar into song since we returned. The piano’s gathering dust over there. Mav’s noticed, and so has Penny. We’re all getting worried about him. But he won’t talk to us. Maybe you can use your feminine wiles to get him to cough up what’s bothering him?”

They’re both gazing expectantly at you, Bob as always following Phoenix’s lead.

“I’ll see what I can do, Phe. But he doesn’t talk to me either.” You shrug, letting your worry bow your shoulders. “Do you know where he went?” 

“I saw him head out onto the beach.” It’s sweet Bob who speaks. You grin in thanks, pressing a kiss to his cheek, adjusting his glasses, then your own, and leave your drink with Phoenix before heading out to find your husband.

It’s a beautiful summer night in San Diego. The balmy ocean breeze brushes your hair from your face as you pull your sandals off and walk barefoot through the sand. Bradley’s starfished out in the sand, a little ways off. He’s humming tunelessly under his breath, and you can’t help but smile when he breaks into the chorus, “Goodness Gracious, Great Balls of Fire!”

“Hiya, Handsome,” you murmur tenderly, sitting on the still-warm sand near his head. “This isn’t where I expected to find you.”

He laughs, eyes blearily focused on your face, tone nearly hysterical as he cackles joylessly.

“You nearly didn’t find me here at all, Sweetheart.” His voice is rough. “In another world, if it weren’t for Mav, you’d be a widow with a Military flag in our house.”

“B …” Your chest aches at his words. “I know, baby. Mav told me.”

He sits up carelessly, tugging you under his arm. 

“Please talk to me. I need to know you’re alright.” You place your hand over his heart, resting your head against his broad shoulder. “I’m worried sick. You’re not eating. You’re not sleeping. You’re a shadow of yourself. And I don’t know how to help you.”  You’re sniffling now, breathing in his cologne as you sit cradled in his arms. “Please, please talk to me, Bradley.”

For a long time, all you can hear is the rush of the ocean and the faint roar of the patrons at the Hard Deck. Bradley’s a line of heat against your side as you sit in the sand.

“Sweetheart, I don’t know how to find the words.” His voice is harsh, throat working furiously as you look at him. “In the middle of that mission, with missiles flying through the air and me as their target, I thought I’d never see you again. I wanted nothing more than to see, hold, and tell you I loved you again.” 

Tears are dripping down his face, mirroring the tears leaving your eyes.

“And then I got shot down. And I knew I’d never see you again. Never see our babies be born or teach them everything they need to know. And the worst of it all, I made my peace with that. I asked Jake, Bagman, to take care of you after I was chosen before we launched. He’s exactly the kind of man you’d be happy with if not me.” He’s breathing roughly, on the edge of a panic attack, eyes staring unfocused out over the water. “And then Mav pulled his pilot shit, and I don’t know how to live anymore. I feel like Bradley Bradshaw was left in the snow that day.”

“Bradley, baby. I wouldn’t want to go through this life with anyone but you!” Your voice is thin, reedy, “I love you. And,” Your voice is wry as you continue, “while I’m sure Jake Seresin is a consummate gentleman, I think Phe would have a problem with me spending the rest of my life with him.”

You both chuckle, somewhat hysterically, sitting in the sand.

“So, where do we go from here?" He's quiet as you both sit, staring out at the waves. 

"We live, Lieutenant Bradshaw." His mustache quirks at your use of his title. "We live our life together, as we promised in our vows. You're going to get the name of the therapist Mav's been seeing and make an appointment to talk to them."

"And," You murmur as Bradley rises to his feet, drawing you up with him, "you need to kiss me. Now. Kiss me like you wanted to when you weren't sure you would ever see me again."

He's smiling now, like he was at eighteen when he'd kissed you goodbye and like he has every time he'd kissed you since. His mouth against yours is gentle, his mustache brushing softly against your upper lip as you stretch to meet him. His arms wrap around your waist as the kiss deepens. You can finally feel him relax in your arms. This is where his healing begins.

You can't help the grin on your face and voice as you walk back to the Hard Deck, looking at your husband.

"And anyhow, Mr. Bradshaw, you'll kiss me a lot in the coming months."

"Why's that?"

"You're telling me you won't kiss your pregnant wife as she grows your only child?" You're pouting at first, but that transitions to giggles as he comes to a complete stop on the wooden planks that lead from the Hard Deck to the beach.

"You're pregnant?" His voice cracks, wonder in his eyes.

"Yeah. I've been drinking soda with Bob all night. I'm about 12 weeks along. Baby Bradshaw was conceived when I met you in Hawai'i for our anniversary when you were temporarily stationed there."

You're swept into his arms again and kissed until your lips ache with the force of it. He drops you gently back onto your feet before flinging the glass doors leading into the Hard Deck open with a crash. It's late, and only a few stragglers, the Dagger Squad, Mav, and Penny, are left inside. His dramatic attention brings everyone’s eyes to the two of you. 

“WE’RE HAVING A BABY!” He roars, all the pain and fears finally off his shoulders now that he’s spoken to you. Now that he’s shared his fears with you. The bar comes back to life in barely a second. The Dagger Squad, save Phoenix, Bob, and Penny, congregates around Bradley while the other three congregate around you. You’re soon squished tight in congratulatory hugs by everyone. You grin when Bradley Bradshaw finally sits at the piano, serenading your heart home. Healing will be challenging, but not so long as your husband tells you he loves you.

I DO NOT CONSENT TO HAVE MY WORK POSTED, TRANSLATED, OR PUBLISHED ON ANY SITES OTHER THAN HERE OR ON AO3 BY ME. IF YOU SEE MY WORKS ANYWHERE OTHER THAN HERE OR AO3, THEN THEY HAVE BEEN POSTED WITHOUT MY PERMISSION AND I WILL BE WORKING TO TAKE THEM DOWN.

#star writes #top gun fanfiction #bradley bradshaw x reader #rooster x reader #bradley rooster bradshaw x reader #rooster angst #rooster fluff #bradley bradshaw angst #bradley bradshaw fluff #top gun imagine #top gun fanfic #top gun maverick fanfic #top gun maverick fanfiction #star's fic requests #girl-in-the-chairs-void #i love you so much Pav #thank you for the love #thanks for the amazing request #i hope you love this one #star can't write drabbles #this is long #way longer than expected

[fbfh]

No bc Billy is such a fucking caring protective boyfriend. Once he decides you're - for all intents and purposes - part of his pack, he will always protect you. The party, the other teens, even Hopper and Joyce (along with Max and Susan obviously) are all part of his little circle of people that he will never let anything bad happen to. Any time you're having a problem, he can tell. You've just started going straight to Billy when you have a problem because he's so quick to tell when something is wrong. You know why he's so good at picking up on miniscule changes in someone's mood and behavior, and it breaks you heart. But now, like so many other traits and defense mechanisms he's developed, he's able to use them for good, to protect you and your friends. It's not perfect, but it's a huge improvement.

One time you ran up to him, he knew something was wrong just by the way you were walking before he even saw your face, and started telling him everything, trying to hold yourself together. Whether the guys you had bumped into made fun of you or just made you uncomfortable, you know Billy won't let it slide.

"I was just trying to walk my dog, and they won't leave me alone, and-"

He puts a hand on your shoulder, and you know he has this under control.

"Those guys over there?" He asks, voice low and calculated. You nod.

"Stay here." He states, giving your dog an appreciative scratch on the head for helping to look after you. He resolves the issue out of earshot and out of your sight. You don't know the details, but the next time you see those guys, they turn and practically run the other way. When you thank him for taking such good care of you, keeping you safe, he presses a kiss to your forehead.

"'Course. I always will."

Every day that you or one of the kids or even his friends feel safe enough to come and talk to him when you're feeling vulnerable, every day someone comes to him to feel safe is another day he knows he beat the statistics, broke out of the cycle. It's more and more proof that he did it, and he can keep doing it, for you guys and for himself.

#billy hargrove #billy hargrove drabbles #billy hargrove x reader #stranger things #stranger things x reader #stranger things drabbles #billy hargrove imagine #stranger things imagine #billy hargrove deserved better #billy hargrove antis dni #drabbles #also whoever said billy will do whatever el wants no questions asked was right #all El had to say to Hopper was that Billy's dad was like papa and Hopper FLEW out of his chair to hunt down and arrest the bastard #probably planted something as an excuse #jim 'im the chief of police i can do whatever i want' hopper #hopper ABSOLUTELY took billy under his wing after that #susan and joyce are now mom friends #also this may or may not be inspired by a dream i had last night #i was walking my dog and some weird guys invaded my lawn #i was like BILLY and he just showed up beksbfjd-

[thetrashywritingwitch]

Its 11pm I'm eating leftover chips and queso for dinner and imma just... here

There was that adult nerd streamer Katsuki from @willowser who is just chills in Kaminari's streams as a friend when they play but he doesnt stream himself, no social media presence, no name, just makes snarky comments in the group discord and leaves

Well you know how u can have twitch synced with discord so discord shows when you're playing a game etc? And you just stream for fun on the rare occasion you want company but you maybe have like 50 followers and chat is mostly dead and it's always the same like three or four people cycling through your twitch chat as you play

Now, Subnautica isnt really a horror game... but it can be spooky as all fuck and it's got some good jump scares. One of which made me shit my pants when I played bc I'm an oblivious fuck trying to ignore warning signs and just scoot in the water with my little water car thing

And this sneaky fucker Bakugo has seen you reply to his comments on discord, he gets the @ pings. And he sees you're playing a spooky-ish game and on a whim searches up the game on twitch and sorts by lowest viewers.

And of fucking course your discord name is the exact same as your twitch handle. And mr. Smartass just hops into your twitch chat

"Ok sooooo we are just going to ignore the uh, roaring noises... dont like those. Unimportant. We gotta find some gold I think..."

And his twitch handle is known bc tons of people watch Kaminari's stream and see his friends names and they all follow each other on twitch despite Katsuki never streaming himself. And everyone in your chat recognizes him as he just

:find any scary fish yet?

Ofc you're distracted because how the *fuck* did he find your twitch?! The discord connection just doesnt pop into your brain as you flip between the game and not ramming your seatruck into a rock wall and the chat.

And the distraction and his presence in chat is perfectly timed with your seatruck being snatched by some giant nasty mandibles and THISBFUCKER fills your screen

Under the cut for kinda subnautica spoilers

This nasty bitch right here. Hate this fish. Anyway you fucking scream and pause the game and nearly tip over your chair bc this fishy shit shakes your dinky little submarine like a dog ripping the stuffing out of a toy.

And the chat is keysmashing and posting laughing emotes bc you arent even at your desk anymore but the mic still picks up the "jesus FUCKING CHRIST what the FUCK gooood I haaaaaaate it..."

And on Katsuki's end, he's choking on his drink and cant remember the last time he laughed so damn hard and the timing and everything. It was the perfect moment for a twitch clip to immortalize it. He knows Kaminari's humor and his stupid jokes. Knows what to expect, but the genuine jumoscare moment as your mic peaked... honestly a twitch highlight for him.

After that he tunes into your streams when he can, sometimes silently so you never know he's there. Other times he speaks up in chat to link that clip and comment on in-game happenings. But your forever embarrassed bc damn what a first impression... but the stupid fucking fish was about 2% less scary after that so long as you know he's watching

#bnha x reader #mha x reader #mha imagines #bakugou x reader #bnha drabbles #it me it was me i scr4amed at thr fucking leviathan what a NASTY BASTARD #nesrly kicked over my chair snd had a panic attack when it grabbed me thr first time #i plaued both games and jfc the reaper leviathan still scared me the most even more than ghost and shadow leviathans #nasty fish bad they have too many teethhhhhhh

[jademickian]

Galladrabbles: Sworn Enemy

This week’s @galladrabbles prompt is sponsored by @sickness-health-all-that-shit! Here’s some highschool gallavich.

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Mr. Gomez had just let him out of the disciplinary office pouting, hands in pockets, and stomping away. Ian’s been waiting behind the lockers, bag slung on one shoulder, intrigued about which menacing event Milkovich caused this time. Ian trots to him and

“Hey, Mickey!”

“Fuck off, Gallagher,” the boy replied almost immediately, not chancing a look at the instigator.

“What’s it this time?”

“None of your damn business.”

“I heard there was chair breaking in the 8A room.”

“If you don’t shut up, I’ll be in a neck-breaking mood next.”

“Chairs your sworn enemy or something?”

This guy’s unbelievable. “Yeah, and I’ll add you to the fucking list.”

#galladrabbles #jade jabbers #no chairs nor ians were harmed in the making of this drabble #im early?? who even am i #this is whatever #i just want them to banter #lyds im sorry for the erroneous tag 💀 #gallavich #ian and mickey #ian x mickey #shameless

[curator-on-ao3]

Wednesday (Quadruple) Drabble: The Lost and Found

She had been lost before.

Moving as a child from the Illyrian side of the city to the non-Illyrian side, hope for increased safety as consolation for leaving a part of her identity behind.

He had been lost before.

Refusals overridden, his would-be captors gaining control of his computer to falsify assent for a descent into fantasy, life in unreality as corrosive as the battery acid that powered his radiation-damaged heart.

Starbase records made clear Spock’s betrayal and, once Una reached Talos IV, it didn’t take long to locate Chris— his illusion screaming in pain from fire-borne punishment, his true form immobilized in his support chair.

The rage she needed to defeat Talosian mind control came easy.

In the shuttle she’d… procured… Chris declined her algorithm to match his speaking voice, choosing instead to use a computer default, no intonation of anguish or joy, no movement in his scarred face or change to his mechanized, steady respiration as he answered her questions.

“My best guess is Spock exploited that you’d be away from Starbase Eleven for a few weeks. He knew he was disobeying my orders and committing mutiny. He did it anyway.”

“If the Illyrian doctor is willing to try, I understand the risks.”

“Leave Vina behind. She made her alliances clear.”

So it’s at an Illyrian colony far from Federation arrogance or authority that his DNA unfurls and re-forms. Genetic engineering is usually performed before birth, but this is his rebirth, no longer the Christopher Pike who upheld Starfleet ideals but a Christopher Pike who is wary of a Starfleet that would tolerate a sham court martial rather than search for a greater truth.

Is Una reborn, too? Her belief in something greater than herself, in a Starfleet that could, in fact, become what she had hoped it to be in her idealistic younger years, that belief is withered, gone, replaced by allegiance to people, not an organization.

His skin is pockmarked, his voice reedy, gait unsteady. Genetic engineering isn’t a miracle cure.

Her sense of purpose has telescoped from appreciation for differences to appreciation for those who share her values.

Are they still lost?

Isn’t everyone?

But to be lost together… a shuttle course laid in toward a curious-looking cluster of stars, his hand a comfort on her shoulder, her soft hum the music of his naturally-beating heart… to be lost together… is something like being found.

•

Christopher Pike drabbles: 3, 2, 1/?

#wednesday drabble #can’t tag wednesday100 with a quad though #christopher pike #una chin riley #pikeuna #pikeone #pikeuna fanfic #pikeone fanfic #star trek strange new worlds #star trek the original series #cw upcoming rant in tags #if anyone wants to debate spock with me please first do me the favor of revisiting the menagerie with current standards of consent in mind #chris’ no no no no no no no breaks my heart #not to mention chris’ vote to have spock found guilty of mutiny for what spock was trying to do #but whoops the whole court martial was a sham #and increasing talosian control over computer systems lends doubt to chris’ last effort to communicate using his chair #to cast someone out of reality is among the cruelest things i can imagine #though it certainly tracks with 1960s views on institutionism

[roxannarambles]

drabble drabble drabble (julinemo)

Juliana wasn't sure what she expected of her first day of art class, but whatever she'd expected, this wasn't it. When their new instructor arrived, a man with a piercing yellow gaze, droopy hair and a dorky sweater-vest under his suit, he didn't begin by telling the class what they would be doing or what materials they needed for the class. Instead, he began to wax poetic about the nature of beauty. Juliana did her best to pay attention, but he was getting a bit rambly, to be honest.

"Let me ask you all something," he said mid-ramble,

"What is beauty? To you, what is beautiful?"

Juliana's gaze drifted automatically to a particular student sitting across from her: Nemona, her new neighbor, classmate, rival, and friend all rolled into one. A private little smile found its way onto Juliana's face.

"Hm, nobody wishes to speak up? I suppose I'll need to call on someone . . . ah, you, it was Juliana, wasn't it?"

Juliana jerked a little, caught off guard.

"Ah! Um! Y-yes?"

"Yes, Juliana. You looked very thoughtful just now. Tell me, what is beauty, to you?"

"It, uh, w-well . . ."

Juliana felt her hands tremble a little, uncomfortable being in the spotlight. She struggled to think of something to say.

"I-it, um, it . . . s-something that makes you feel really good inside?"

She blushed under all the stares, realizing she had to do better than that.

"I-I mean, r-really, warm a-and, light, and the feeling just fills you up inside, and you don't have any control over it, it's just there. And you know nothing can ever take it away. Like . . . like sunlight. It feels like sunlight, whenever you look at he-- uuh, it! At it! I mean, at-- at-- at something beautiful!"

There were giggles from some of her classmates and Juliana quickly slumped in her seat, hiding her head in the crook of her arms, her face reddening. Oh god oh god, nobody noticed her slip of the tongue, right?

She didn't notice the teacher had walked closer until he spoke again, his voice a little gentler than before.

"That's a beautiful answer, Juliana."

She shyly looked up at him, feeling reassured by the teacher's approval. He smiled at her kindly.

"I'm very glad that you've found something-- or someone-- that inspires you so greatly."

He then turned, addressing the rest of class,

"There is no right or wrong answer, of course, so do not fret if this is not how any of you feel-- beauty can mean different things for each of us, you see . . ."

As he paced away from her, continuing his lecture, Juliana couldn't help her gaze returning to Nemona for a moment.

She found those beautiful amber eyes on her, and Juliana buried her face in the crook of her arms again.

She was embarrassed, but she still felt light as a feather, like her chest was full of sunshine.

#trying to practice writing Really Short Stuff #I am playing thru all the classes in Naranja so I can get the teachers eventually in BB #apropos of nothing nemona looks so silly in art class because she is sitting in the Teeny Tiny chairs for toddlers #it cracks me up every time #julinemo #drabble #julinemo fanfic

[thechairanon]

"I'm getting writing ideas! I'll get back to you with something in a couple of hours" <- the voice of a mf who comes back with the product 17 hours later. But I do have it below the read more! @bookstackanon because you wanted to see :)

[Redacted] had just finished sanding the wood pieces for her new project when her doorbell rang.

She got up, brushed the wood shavings off her apron and pants, and sped over to her door to see who it was.

“(Removed)!” She exclaimed as she flung the door open. “And {Missing}! It’s so nice to see you again, it’s been too long! How are you?”

“Hey, Puppet Girl,” (Removed) said as he swooped his younger sister into a hug. “Are you still making chairs?”

“Oh, get off,” [Redacted] hissed as she wriggled out of her brother’s grasp. She brushed herself off again and turned to the other woman in the room to hug her. “Oh, how have you been?”

{Missing} smiled. “It’s nice to see you again as well. I’m excited to see what you’ve been working on! (Removed) has been too, he just won't admit it.”

“Don’t tell her that, she’ll start to think I actually like her,” (Removed) teased. “Are you excited for the family reunion?”

“Of course I’m excited. It’s the first reunion with {Missing}, and the whole family will be in my house by saturday. It’ll be nice to see everyone again.”

(Removed) ruffled [Redacted]’s hair. “Yeah, we just have to make sure Uncle --Unavailable-- doesn’t bring that freaky string puppet again. Oh, babe, did I ever tell you about how [Redacted] got her nickname?”

“Can you get out of my doorway before you tell your girlfriend about the time you traumatized me for life?” [Redacted] sighed.

“Traumatized?” {Missing} gasped. “You traumatized your sister?”>

(Removed) laughed and led his girlfriend into the living room, [Redacted] close behind them.

In the living room, {Missing} took a seat in a rocking chair, (Removed) sat on an older oak and [Removed] stood leaning in the doorway because there were no more seats left.

“Did you make this?” {Missing} asked as she settled into the cedar rocking chair. “It’s beautiful.”

[Redacted] smiled. “Aww, thank you! The rocking chairs are harder to make, so I don’t usually spend my time on them. The seat (Removed) is sitting in was made by our grandad.”

“Hello? Impatient boyfriend and older brother over here!” (Redacted) said.

“Go ahead,” [Redacted] said, inviting her brother to speak. “Tell your girlfriend about how horrible of a brother you are.”

“Alright, alright,” (Removed) rolled his eyes. “So get this, it was [Redacted]’s sixth birthday, right? Our weird uncle we only ever see for celebrations got her some creepy puppet looking thing he found at some antique shop.”

“It wasn’t a puppet, it was a marionette,” [Redacted] argued. “It had strings and joints and everything.”.

“Only someone named Puppet Girl would know the difference between a puppet and a mari- mar- whatever. The only reason he got the damn thing was because he saw it was double jointed like her.”

{Missing} cringed as she watched [Redacted] move her arms in ways they weren't supposed to go.

“Her knees are like that too,” (Removed) said. “But, uhh… yeah. [Redacted] was terrified of the thing. So I, the best big brother in the whole wide world, decided to move it next to her bed that night and make it look like it was watching her sleep. We woke up to her screaming her head off.”

“That’s horrible,” {Missing} gasped.

[Redacted] nodded. “Oh, absolutely. He told his friends the moment he could. Then his friends told their other friends, and that led to everyone I’ve ever known calling me “Puppet Girl”. The damn nickname has stuck for years. I mean, I’ve tried to get rid of it by taking up baking and solving mysteries and making chairs, but no! I get stuck with “Puppet Girl” for the rest of my life.”

“At least no one is calling you Chair Girl, right?” {Redacted} asked with a nervous giggle.

“Somehow, people just calling me “Chair” is better than Puppet Girl. And my stupid brother hasn’t made it up to me yet!”

“It’s been twenty-two years!” (Removed) objected. “And I have the perfect gift to make it up. I’ll go grab it.”

(Removed) got up and rushed out of the house. [Redacted] watched as he left.

“He doesn’t actually have a gift for me, does he?” She asked.

“No, no, he really does!” {Missing} answered. “He’s been telling me how much you love solving mysteries ever since he found them.”

“Found… what?”

{Missing} smiled. “I’ll let him tell you.”

(Removed) rushed back into the room and handed [Redacted] a cardboard box.

“I found these in the woods,” he said proudly, “thought you’d like to take a listen.”

[Redacted] sat down on the floor and lifted the lid off the box. In said box were an armful of tapes. There were… ten? Maybe fifteen? Tapes in total.

“Maybe you’ll solve a murder,” (Removed) said, grinning. “What do you think, Chair girl?”

Part 2 / Part 3

#thinking out loud #chair's drabbles #anoncinematicuniverse #This was fun to write #This takes place in 1981 and I didn't do ANY research on how people spoke back then #but shhhh

[asterkiss]

fake dating prompt 19 plz!

Fake Dating Prompts

- PETNAMES

'Come on, Snookums.'

'Don't call me that.'

'What's the matter, Snuggluffagus?'

Mabel span on her heel, casting the demon a withering glare that did nothing to remove the shit-eating grin on his face. 'That's not-' She cut herself off, biting down on her tongue. No, she couldn't engage with him. That would just spur him on. Resist, Mabel.

This was all her fault really, she was the one who provoked him with a few cheesy pet names whilst they were trapped in the guise of pretending to date. It had been funny until he'd decided to retaliate and called her "Baby Girl" whereupon Mabel had wanted to throw up. She loved pet names. Especially cheesy and sickeningly sweet ones. But when they were leaving the mouth of Bill Cipher, even Mabel found herself wanting to run for the hills.

'If you call me one more of those stupid pet names, I'm going to tell everyone the truth!' she warned. To hell with the charade. She'd put up with a bit of jail time if it meant never having to hear the words "Baby Doll" from Bill's mouth. Shudder. She might be done with pet names for good after this was over.

'Says the girl who smooches the poster under her bed and calls it "Stud Muffin".'

Wait, how did he know about? No matter. 'Blah, just quit it if you want my help! No pet names!'

Bill sighed in exaggeration. 'Fine, fine, jeez.' There was a lull of silence and Mabel relaxed but it wasn't to last. 'Does that mean I can't call ya Shooting Star, either?'

She gave him a wary glance, before deciding his question was innocent without ulterior motive. 'No, that's fine.'

'Really?'

'Well, yeah,' she replied, meeting his gaze. 'I mean, it's not like that's a pet name.'

'Isn't it?'

'Huh?'

>

Bill watched the human as she regarded him with confusion. He didn't often call humans by their names, he always used an insult or some other funny moniker instead.

Humans created their own names for pets as a sign of ownership and superiority, and he was no different.

Mabel was still regarding him, gaze wary and body tense as if prepared to strike at the slightest sense of danger. She really was like a skittish kitten. Or, no, that was wrong. Her brother may be a dog, but Mabel Pines was more than a domestic house pet. If he had to, he would equate her to a mythical creature such as a wild Pegasus or Unicorn. Something magical and beautiful on the surface with the ability to take you on a ride of adventure, but that could likewise kick you into next week with a concussion if you spooked it.

The demon offered a wry smile. 'Nothin'. Should we go? They'll be getting suspicious.'

'...I guess so. Urgh, I want this to be over with already.'

His smile widened. 'Here, have a gift on me for a job well done!'

A pause. 'What is this?'

'A saddle in your size. See, it even comes in pink and― hey, watch the face, kid!'

This particular pet might take a while to tame.

#mabill #drabble #spins around on my chair thinking of what animal mabel would be #i did have him allude her to a cat and offer her a collar #but mabel isnt a cat

[foxdrabbles]

I'd like to request some Blue Poison x Glaucus: Glaucus doesn't have the exoskeleton legs, uses a wheelchair instead. Angst or no angst, your call.

"Glau?" Blue Poison knocked on the workshop door as she pushed it open, poking her head in. "Are you in here?"

A muffled noise came from deep within the workshop. Blue Poison took a few steps farther in. "Glaucus?"

As she rounded a corner, Glaucus was picking her head off of her desk, blinking slowly as she straightened up in her chair. "Hmm? Oh, Blue. What's up?"

Blue Poison patted the plastic container she held under her arm. "You missed dinner, so I thought I would bring you some. Did you fall asleep?"

"Yeah." Glaucus yawned, stretching wide. "Thanks. We should head somewhere else to eat, though, Closure doesn't like us having food in here."

She pulled back on the joystick sticking out of her armrest, and her chair rolled slowly away from the desk, picking up speed as she rolled alongside her girlfriend towards the door.

#not really chair focused but thats what i got tonight sorry #i love these two so much #drabbles #asks #arknights #blue poison #glaucus #queued

[finvisual]

secret santa gift for @eyescllsed !!! c:

#my art #my stuff #<333 #Stoncy #stonancy #stranger things #st4 #hope you enjoy! <3 #tbh I had it done Christmas Day??? #but I really tried to make a Drabble for it with noooot a ton of luck lol #eyescllsed #Also coughs #ignore how funky lookin the chairs look please and thanks xoxo

[nohrslittleflower]

Interview [Returning]

Shoes thud loudly against the floor as the youngest princess almost sprints through the gates, only stopping to spin around and excited hop in place as she waits for the guard carrying most of her bags for her. “Come on, come on! It’s this way! Almost there!” She cheers the best she can, her own small bag swinging around and hitting her legs as she giggles, not minding the occasional impact.

She feels a little bad not helping, but it was way to heavy for her to try. She has no idea what Effie and Arthur had packed for her in those other bags, the one she’s carrying having been the only one she packed herself. With hers mostly full of books — the fun ones — and things like crafts to occupy her time with during the ride over (and to give as presents to those she knows upon her return, but that’s a secret surprise), she assumed that it must’ve just been clothes and stuff, but she doesn’t think clothes would be that heavy… eh, whatever, he’s got it.

She spins back around the most the guard is close enough for her to feel like she’s not leaving him behind, rushing up to her old door as fast as she can without risking being yelled at for running in the halls if a professor were to see her, (a practiced talent), and swinging the door open. She frowns slightly, slowing down as she enters and flings her bag softly onto the bed. She knows she took her decorations with her when she went home, but… it’s weird, seeing it so empty.

Even weirder, she notices, is how different it feels to when she arrived the first time. What had brought her there then was a hope to improve herself even further after what she had witnessed in the war, and that still hasn’t changed. It had been such a hard time on everyone Hoshidan and Nohrian alike, and even though she got plenty reassurances that she was doing a good job… What she had to contribute had always felt like too little, to her. Especially when compared to the rest of the army.

She thought the Officer’s Academy could teach her just that, something she could use to contribute in a larger way should a conflict ever arise again. Be it learning democracy to solve things in a peaceful way like she would prefer, or magic classes to improve her healing in case pacifism wasn’t an option, she was willing to do it.

It was a big change, and she had been excited, sure, she always was, but she was also… scared. That’s the main difference, she thinks. She’s plenty nervous now, of course, but then, she’d never been so far from home before, and she’d hardly been anywhere without someone coming with her. Maybe that’s why she had to go home for a little while. Return to something — and a few someones — familiar.

Sure, her siblings had still been there when she arrived, surprisingly, but even with the unexpected joy that surprise had brought, she couldn’t help how nervous she was. She was always told she was too childish, something that was a weakness of hers, some would say. She feared that would lead others to take her less seriously, and see her as a child, not as the mature and helpful figure she wanted to be for her people. Her difficulties with learning in a serious environment certainly wouldn’t have helped that, either… And probably still wouldn’t…

“…lise? Lady Elise?” The voice from the guard behind her snaps her out of her memories, blinking as she realized she was accidentally staring at the wall. “Lady Elise, I’ve finished arranging your belongings. I will be going now. Best of luck settling in.” She turns around just in time to see the guard bow, and for her to awkwardly curtsy back, trying to mimic his mannerisms.

“U-Uhm, yes. Thank you, my good sir. Um, bestest, uh… tidings be upon ye…?” Elise winces slightly as she remains bent down, holding her skirt out slightly the way she had been taught. She sighs as the guard leaves, not acknowledging her awkward attempt at formality. She doesn’t know if she’s grateful for that or not.

She straightens herself, lightly hitting her forehead in frustration as she makes her way over to a specific bag, kneeling before it to undo the fastenings of the large bag and remove it’s only contents. A painting. She feels the negative feelings melt away almost immediately as she stares at it, the faces of herself and her siblings staring back at her, all smiling. And she smiles back.

She stands, gently placing it on her bed and carefully laying a blanket over it like she was tucking it in to ensure no harm came to it while she wasn’t present. She was too short to hang it up herself, she knows that, and she knows she has to ask for help to get it up on the wall again, but she just wanted to see it. To see them. Her family. The people that always give her strength.

The reason she’s always so positive, the reason she’s always trying her best to make others happy whenever they’re at their lowest, the reason she’s always the first to offer to help, even if she probably can’t do it— it’s because of them. They are her strength.

She stares at the faces for a moment longer before covering them, to protect the paint from the sun, the way she wants to protect the real them, before dashing out of the room.

The princess practically flies down the hallway, the same way her siblings did when they had first heard of her arrival, but this time, it was her looking for them. What role she plays now, she doesn’t care. She’ll play whatever role she has to be, whatever role they need her to be. She’ll support however she can, the best she can. Just as she always has. And just as they always have for her.

#˖ ࣪ . ࿐ ♡ ˚ . Step back world! This girl is on FIRE! (IC) #˖ ࣪ . ࿐ ♡ ˚ . This is my favorite place in the whole world! Because it's where I spend time with you silly! (Interview) #//don’t usually post my interviews but originally this was supposed to be a just for funsies drabble so #//I wasn’t planning to bring her back yet but then Elise hit me with the steel chair #//i missed my blorbo tails. I missed her a lot.

[oldshrewsburyian]

February prompt: Bel/Freddie, "The Hour," plaid

Thank you/I'm so sorry, have some post-canon angst.

*

“I didn’t know they still made bath-chairs,” says Bel, feeling it to be a feeble remark. February, and they have run out of conversation.

“You should, Moneypenny. A man was murdered in one during the war.”

“Fiction,” says Bel uneasily. At first, after the incident, Freddie had seemed transparent to her. Now she is less certain of when he is serious and why.

“Fact, and here’s another.” His eyes are too large in his face, and they are very intent on her. “You’ve been wearing the same skirt for three days, and plaid doesn’t suit you.”

“That’s two facts.”

#the rayleigh bath-chair murder! deeply bizarre and disturbing #anyway #have a drabble! #freddie and bel #the hour bbc #i am not even remotely over this show

[desiderium-eden]

"As the eldest member alive, I should have the most right and experience to take care of the territory."

"You plan on quieting the citizens by turning them into lab rats? Your 'right' to succession isn't exactly so clear, Malcolm. Especially since Harborym has heirs."

"And I may not want it, but that doesn't mean I'll let you have it."

"... Now, with this Corruption going around, we can't expect to bring in the royals to handle this. So why don't we discuss this amongst ourselves? Civill-"

Dodges a chair thrown his way.

"So traditional way then."

#{Records of Our Sins} drabbles #Ashtrums: Let's have a family discussion. *brings out the steel chair* #Mikhail: Is there even going to be anything left after repairing the castle?