#december drabbles

[pink-sparkly-witch]

Tequila

Summary: Tequila has a lot to answer for when Y/N wakes up naked in Dean’s bed, but once the shock wears off, she realises that maybe it’s not such a bad thing.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female Reader

Rating: Teen

Warnings: alcohol consumption, mentions of smut, angst, fluff, feelings, friends to lovers

Word Count: 1k

A/N: Another December Drabble for you all to enjoy!

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The sun streams through the motel’s threadbare curtains, rudely awakening you from a deep, drunken sleep. Your head is pounding, and there’s a ringing in your ears that comes with the vague memory of the loud music playing at the bar last night.

It’d been a hard hunt to stomach: Lamia, a child-eating demon, had decided to take up residence in Grangeville, Idaho, and once you’d blasted her ass back to hell, you and Dean really, really needed to let off a lot of steam.

Luckily, there was a dive bar next door to the motel, so neither of you had to stay sober enough to drive home, and you’d both been well and truly shit-faced. You’d hustled a small fortune playing pool; he’d sung karaoke, and there were tequila shots… lots and lots of tequila shots.

A snore from behind you made you freeze. It sounded like Dean, but that couldn’t be right. Why would you and Dean be in the same bed? Whoever it was rolled over and slid their arm over your waist, pulling you into their body. You could feel something hard poke the back of your thigh… at least he’s packing, you thought before the mystery man spoke.

“Good morning, sweetheart.” Suddenly, the whole night’s events come flooding back to you at once.

One tequila shot turned into two. Two turned to four. Four turned to six, and before you knew it, you were stumbling through the door to Dean’s room, lips attached to his, nails raking through his hair and over his scalp and neck, tongues dancing a passionate tango while your clothes flew in every direction.

Dean made love to you so deliciously good. He was sweet and gentle at times. Rough and hard when you needed it. In all the years you’d known him, this was the first time you’d ended up in his bed, yet he knew your body better than you did. 

The green-eyed hunter had known how to pleasure you better than anyone had before him. Touching places no one had ever touched before. Taking you higher than you’d ever been, making you scream his name so loud the occupant next door had banged the wall.

It’s overwhelming, and you can feel last night’s alcohol swirl dangerously in your stomach, threatening to make an appearance. You lifted the covers and glanced down. Yep, definitely naked.

Pulling the sheet tighter to your body, you cautiously turn around, your worst fear confirmed as Dean’s twinkling green orbs and cocky smirk greet you.

“Well, this changes things!” he grins, and you can’t decide if you want to punch his painfully beautiful face or kiss him.

“Oh, God!” you gasp, covering your face with your hands. “This can’t be happening.”

“Y/N?” Dean asks, concern evident in his voice. “You okay?”

“I can’t believe I did you—I mean that. I can’t believe I did that,” you mumble.

“Come on, don’t be like that! We had a great time. I got you off six times, sweetheart! That’s a personal record for me!”

Dean’s words are meant to be comforting, but they do the opposite and only embarrass you more. The urge to kiss him is gone, leaving you wanting to punch his painfully beautiful, smug face.

“Seriously, Y/N, are you okay? Did I hurt you in any way? Did you not want that to happen? Because I gotta say, you were all over me at the bar, and I get that we had a lot of tequila and were drunk, but I thought you wanted me, too?”

Now that Dean had put his cocky persona aside and the real Dean was in the room, you’d changed your mind again and wanted to kiss him.

“No, Dean. I wanted it to happen. I have for an embarrassingly long time. What I don’t want is to be just another notch on your bedpost. It’s why I’ve never given in to your very persuasive charms over the years. Because I want to be more than just one night to you. And I know that’s not what you want—”

“Woah, Y/N, slow down!” Dean shot up on the bed and turned you to face him. “Did you not hear me when I said this changes things? Do you honestly think I’d risk what we have for one night? I’ve wanted you since the day we met, and last night was the first time since we met that you’ve shown any interest in me. And sweetheart, I haven’t been shy in pulling out my best moves for you.” His words and body language are so expressive and genuine, and you know he’s not feeding you a line. He likes you and he’s wanted you for a long time. All of his flirting and come-ons were real.

“And I thought ‘this is it. I finally get to call her my girl’. Maybe I shouldn’t have followed through with it when we were drunk, but I don’t regret taking my chance with you. Please tell me you don’t regret what happened.” Dean cups your cheeks to keep your gaze on his. The pain crossing his features breaks your heart. You want to tell him you feel the same way, but it’s risky.

“Honestly, I don’t remember much from last night, just bits and pieces, but I know enough to know that if that happened, I wanted it to happen,” you say, trying to ignore the look of Dean’s disappointment at your lack of memory from the night before.

“Do you really want me?” you ask, terrified this was a tequila-induced dream.

“Since the day I met you. And if you’re interested, I’d like to see where we’d go. Together. As a couple.” For once, Dean looks incredibly shy and vulnerable, making your heart swell.

“I’d like that too, De,” you smile, giggling when he grins boyishly.

“Yeah?” he checks, and you nod.

“Yeah,” you confirm.

“Then, I think you should lay back and let me refresh your memory of last night,” Dean grins as he gently pushes you back down on the mattress and pulls your legs apart.

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[piichuu]

♡ WARM BEVERAGES - YUKI SOHMA

WARNINGS: not proofread, fluff, gn!reader

WORD COUNT: 312

DECEMBER DRABBLES

the evening is cold as you’re watching tv in the living room. there is snow falling onto the hard ground outside your shared apartment with yuki sohma and the streets are almost empty as most are staying inside during such cold weather.

“i got you your hot chocolate,” your boyfriend speaks as he enters the living room, placing the cup of beverage on the table in front of you. “you should grab a blanket too, it’s really cold and i don’t want you to get sick,” he kisses the top of your head and flashes you a sweet smile.

you nod in agreement and grab a warm blanket, putting it over both you and yuki who now sits down on the couch, wrapping arm arm around your waist. “what are they showing now?” he asks while resting his head against yours, watching as you grab the cup of hot chocolate and taking a sip of it.

“it’s a cooking show, it was the most interesting thing i could find,” you sigh while holding the warm cup in your hands. “do you want to taste the hot chocolate? why didn’t you make any for yourself?”

yuki shrugs his shoulder and places a kiss to your cheek. “i didn’t really want any, but i can have a sip,” he says, taking the cup out of your hands to put it against his lips, drinking the warm drink.

”it tastes really good. i did a good job,” he chuckles while pulling you closer, handing the cup back to you. “are you feeling warm? i could get even more blankets if you would want,”

you shake your head and lean it on his shoulder, putting the hot chocolate away for a few minutes. “i’m feeling warm, don’t worry,” you smile softly. “okay, that’s good. i just want to make sure you’re okay at all times.”

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[maglor-my-beloved]

Pets

Characters: Celebrimbor, Celegorm

Words: 197

Warnings: none

for @last-capy-hupping, hope you enjoy!

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“Dog, dog!” little Tyelperinquar cried, waving his arms excitedly.

“Yes, dog,” Tyelkormo said, scooping up his nephew. “Do you want to meet Huan, Tyelpë?”

“Dog!” Tyelperinquar repeated, no less excitedly.

Tyelkormo carried him over to Huan, who was watching them curiously.

“This is my baby nephew,” he said softly, petting Huan’s fur. “Be gentle with him, alright?”

Huan barked softly, as if to assure him it was alright, and Tyelkormo smiled.

“You can pet him,” he told Tyelperinquar, who was looking at Huan with wide eyes. “Softly, don’t tug his fur.”

Tyelperinquar reached out with his chubby little arm, a frown of concentration on his face as he very carefully stroked Huan.

“Good dog,” he said delightedly. “Soft.”

Assured that it was safe, Tyelkormo set Tyelperinquar on the ground, and he toddled towards Huan, who patiently lay down so little Tyelpë could reach him better.

“Scratch him behind the ears,” Tyelkormo advised. “He likes that.”

When Curufinwë came from the forge, he looked around with a frown. 

“Where is my son, Tyelko?”

“Shh,” Tyelkormo whispered, pointing to Huan who peacefully lay in the ground, little Tyelpë asleep on top of him, curled up in the soft fur.

#celebrimbor #celegorm #december drabbles #maglor writes

[i-did-not-mean-to]

Letters & Cards

Prompt: Letters & Cards

Characters: Maedhros & brothers

Warnings: /

Maedhros, The Tall, The Kinslayer, The Dreaded, looked up sharply as the young servant slipped into the room hesitantly.

“These have come,” they said waveringly. “Seasonal greetings…”

Unable to conceal the rare burst of unabashed joy painting his stern face a delicate pink, the Lord of Himring grabbed the missives and pressed them to his chest fitfully.

“To our brother, are your toes frozen yet?” The twins.

“Nelyo, I shall arrive soon—I hope you’ll have mulled wine at the ready.” Káno.

“I am alive. Are you?” Moryo.

“Warm greetings to a cold man!” Turko and Curvo.

Grinning, Maedhros sighed.

Here is the song that inspired this drabble. Disconnected by Jazz Morley!

Lots of love!

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[twistedwonderlandshenanigans]

December Drabbles

Prompt 29: Mistletoe Character(s): Malleus + Yuu/you (left open ended for respective Yuu's/No Kiss, you decide your own ending) ---------------------------------------------- "Child of Man, what are you doing? That does not bode well for your near future." Malleus nearly startled the pants off of you as you balanced precariously on the questionably stable chair to try and take some of the decorations you had put up for the holidays. With New Year's just around the corner, things like mistletoe and holly could come down. However, his sudden appearance and your need to acknowledge him had you turning in ways you probably shouldn't have attempted while on the furniture you were on. Thankfully, before you hit the ground, Malleus kept you safe and upright, placing you gently on the ground using his magic, before coming closer to you and somewhat disdainfully pushing the broken chair aside, repairing it in the process. "I told you. Now, care to explain why you were acting so reckless?" His smile was fond, despite his light chiding tone. You placed your hands on your hips before nodding up at the decoration you had been trying to get down, unsure if Malleus was aware of the tradition it bore. "You'd have to be a giant or have magic to get these decorations down, and unfortunately I'm not eight feet tall, nor a mage." Malleus glanced up at the decoration evading your grasp, before smirking just the smallest bit. "Mistletoe? You know, I hear there's a human tradition regarding those who stand beneath it. Would you be so kind as to refresh my memory on what it is?"

#v talks #twisted wonderland #twst #twst hcs #december drabbles #twst headcanons #twst imagines #twst yuu #twst malleus #malleus draconia #twst diasomnia #diasomnia

[mylittle-escapingdreams]

Anger. | Bucky Barnes x Fem!BPD!Reader

There it was, the anger. The burning rage that felt like passion, like hate. They felt mutually exclusive on some days, painfully so. The cold marble counter felt like icicles burning into her skin. The feeling of existence was pain. And still somehow she persisted. The tears brimming in her eyes weren’t born of any sadness. It came from her soul. Her naked feet were currently standing in a relatively cold, big, dark and empty kitchen with only the dim light of the moon shining through the window to help her see. The tiles felt similarly to the countertop she was leaning on. Nothing felt real, yet everything hurt. It wasn’t fair. It was useless and without reason. Wanting to scream so loud everyone in the world would hear. But nothing ever seemed to come out of her mouth but a wail, a sob. The conflict between those actions and thoughts, feelings and wants just clashed and clashed like the ocean on a cliffside - violent and loud. Bucky’s footsteps weren’t audible. He was wearing the socks she had given him last year for christmas. He cherished them and wore them to bed, even. When she hadn’t returned to bed he got worried, his heart aching with the thoughts of what she may have done to herself. Or if she had left him for good. The latter hurt him more, if she had relapsed it would be okay, he could help. If she was gone he would feel lost, alone. She felt like the missing piece that he always searched for. His steps, soft and quiet, came to a halt in the frame of the kitchen. “Y/N…” his voice sounded soft in her ears, pulling her back to reality for a moment, her gaze not moving from the countertop. Upon hearing his voice her tears doubled, tripled, and she caved. A sob rang through the kitchen as she fell to the floor. He was there in a moment, his metal arm and his flesh close, warm. Holding her. He realised it wasn’t relapse, it was her emotions ringing through. It was difficult to tell at times, but after so much time spent together he could read her like a book. He pulled her off the cold, clean tiles onto his lap, now sitting on the floor with her in his arms. Her sobs grew louder, her tears wetting his shirt. He didn’t care. Safe haven, is what he always has been. A place where she could let go. “It hurts-” She sobbed, and almost clawed at him as if trying to grab a hold of something as she fell. It certainly felt as if she was falling into a chasm with burning hot lava, slowly eating away at her skin as she could just watch herself deteriorate into ash, then into nothingness. He just held her and made sure she knew she was not alone. That her pain was understood and shared. There was no worse feeling than being alone and he knew that. So he would sit there, hours if it took that. “Take your time, doll. I won’t ever leave.” To him a soft spoken promise, but to her? The whole world.

#december drabbles #marvel x reader #bucky x fem!reader #bucky barnes x reader #borderline personality disorder #angst #hurt/comfort

[legowolas]

December Drabbles – Day 29

Prompt: Wishes

Chapters: 1/1

Words: 100

Fandom: Batman (Movies - Nolan)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationship: Selina Kyle/Bruce Wayne

Characters: Selina Kyle, Bruce Wayne

Additional Tags: Italy, Running Away, Drabble, Wishes

Summary:

“You’re very happy,” Bruce commented, as he joined Selina on the balcony of the hotel that they were staying in.

#I still can't believe that bruce and selina ran away to italy together 😭 #that's like. something that I would write. except it's actually canon 😩 #the dark knight rises #tdkr #nolanverse #batman #bruce wayne #selina kyle #batcat #bruce x selina #batman fanfiction #fanfiction #mine #december drabbles #dc

[pancake-breakfast]

Well, I've hit my word count for this month's writing challenge. (And that's not counting the gift fic.) Will I get through all the prompts before the end of the month? Probably not. But at this point, I'd still say it's a success.

It still got me writing, got me thinking about different worlds, genres, and characters, and got me exploring things I generally wouldn't if I were deciding what to write on my own without using a prompt list.

We'll see if I can get a few more stories in by the end of the year.

#i probably won't do a prompt list in december again #i'm just too busy for most of the month #maybe short story september? #pancake thoughts #sometimes i write stuff #december drabbles #december drabbles 2023

[propheciesanddreams]

#presentsforpadfoot Part 1

I promise I don’t keep meaning to do part 1/part 2s but I lost some writing time today and it just isn’t getting finished. Anyway, here’s the before the present buying cuteness and a little sadness and then tomorrow I’ll post the shopping and the Christmas holidays.

“That’s time. Everyone pass your parchments forward and no homework over the holiday break. You’ve all done marvellous work this semester and I cannot wait to work with you all again in January.” Remus called out to the class after a cursory glance at the clock. He’d accidentally let class run an extra three minutes but thankfully this was the last course before supper. 

The classroom erupted into babble as the students passed their tests forward. Remus walked by the front row collecting all the tests and then moved to his desk to pack the tests and his books up. A few students came up to wish him a Happy Christmas, he returned the wishes with a smile and watched the classroom empty out until only one student remained. 

He looked so much like James, it caused a pang of ache in Remus’ chest. He’d grown quite a bit over the last few months in the way that teenagers begin to resemble baby deer; limbs too long and not enough control over them. His hair was getting shaggier too, sticking up at all ends. Perhaps Remus could convince him to trim it a bit over the holidays. Harry was staring out the window as Remus walked over to him. 

“Something on your mind, Harry?” Remus smiled warmly at his godson. 

“Professor Lupin…” He began but Remus held up a hand. 

“It’s the holidays now, Haz. No need to call me Professor.” He instructed, pulling over a chair to sit down in front of where Harry was seated at his own desk. 

“Moony…” Harry smiled tentatively. “I need your help.” He admitted just as slowly as he had spoken Remus’ nickname. Remus kept the shock off his face, unsure what his godson could have in mind. He’d had a pension for getting into trouble since his first year at Hogwarts and not the good kind James had gotten himself into, but the kind where he’d nearly died multiple times. 

“I’m always here, you know that.” Remus’ expression softened even as Harry grew more nervous. 

“Idontknowwhattogetpadfootforchristmas!” He rushed out. Remus looked at him in momentary confusion before bursting into laughter. 

“Ok, take a breath, I’ve understood Padfoot and Christmas?” He inquired leaning forward warmly. 

“I don’t know what to get Padfoot for Christmas.” Harry repeated, slower this time. “Will you help me?”

“You don’t have to get him anything. He’s happy to just spend the holidays with you after all these years.” Remus attempted to reassure him though his hunch was that since Harry was the perfect mix of James and Lily this would not placate him. 

“I have to get him something.” Sure enough. 

“Ok, how about we go into Hogsmeade tomorrow and do some Christmas shopping before we floo home.” Remus reasoned, mentally calculating how to rearrange their day to allow for a shopping trip. 

“You mean it!” Harry looked up excitedly.

“Of course. How about this, I’ll meet you at Hogsmeade station so you can walk down there with Ron and Hermione and say goodbye to them and then we can continue into the village for our shopping.” It was worth rearranging their plans for the look of delight on his godson’s face. 

“Thank you thank you thank you!” Harry exclaimed, jumping up out of his seat and embracing Remus. Remus chuckled and ruffled Harry’s hair. 

“Come on now, we’d better get to supper.” He stood with an arm around Harry’s shoulders as the topic changed to plans of picking up another gift for Ron. Though Remus would have guessed that was just so Harry could go to the Quidditch store for his own reasons. 

Sometimes it was so strange to walk these halls again. Even with this being his second year back at Hogwarts, Remus still felt the metaphorical ghosts of his past around every corner. Last year his mind had been stuck so firmly on Sirius, when Remus wasn’t imagining him there, he’d actually physically see him in those awful wanted posters or discarded Prophets. This year though it was Lily and James who haunted him. 

One particularly vivid memory hit him when he rounded the corner towards Gryffindor tower from his office. Of James standing just by that tapestry fretting about what he was going to buy Lily for Christmas. His hair was a mess, all of him was really because his uniform was wrinkled and windswept. Remus tried to recall if he’d just gone flying but he didn’t remember James carrying his broom during this conversation. James had been pacing back and forth as they waited for Sirius and Peter to meet them. 

“You really think she’ll like this necklace? Maybe I need to go back to Hogsmeade. Oh! What if I get her an owl! She doesn’t have one and she’s always talking about how she wishes she didn’t have to borrow Marlene’s to write to her dad. Or a cat! She loves cats. Do you think it would be too much to buy her a cat? Is there time to go back to Hogsmeade tonight?” 

“Jamie, calm down.” Remus chuckled. “Lily has been one of my best friends for six years—“

“Not helping.” James grit through his teeth. 

“Anyway,” Remus rolled his eyes. “She doesn’t need an owl or a cat or even that necklace. Though the necklace is perfect!” He added at James’ panicked expression. “She’s going to love just spending the holidays with you. She’s so excited to meet your parents.” 

“Yeah?” 

“Yeah. Whatever you give her, it’ll be perfect.” Remus pat James’ shoulder. James sighed. 

“It’s just the last Christmas before…” Before indeed. 

“I know. Best not to think about it. Look there’s Wormy and Padfoot.” 

Remus shook himself out of the memory before he could get too sad. They all ended like that now, their childhood tainted by the war. Harry’s too now. It hurt to remember, to be in this place and live the memories again in such a visceral way. He gave the password to the portrait and fought another wave of nostalgia as he made his way across the common room and up the boy’s staircase. Thankfully Harry hadn’t been assigned to the Marauder’s old dorm. That may have been too much for Remus to handle today. He plastered on a smile now though, tonight he’d share a drink with Sirius and they’d reminisce together, now he would worry about Harry. 

He knocked twice on the door before it was opened by a very distraught looking Seamus. 

“Oh hello there Professor.” Remus didn’t miss his shocked look. 

“Everything alright, Seamus?” He inquired. 

“Erm…” He looked sheepishly. 

“He stole my jumper and won’t give it back!” A voice from deep within the dorm called out. 

“I did not steal your jumper, Dean! Besides, it looks better on me.” He muttered the last part under his breath and Remus had to bite his lip to keep from laughing. So the glances he’d caught between the two students this year were something after all. 

“Is Harry here?” He asked, leaving the boys to their own privacy and moving back to his task at hand. 

“Over here, Profess—Moony.” He corrected himself shyly. He was haphazardly chucking things into his trunk. Remus chuckled at how like James that was. 

“I just came to take your things so you don’t have to carry them around Hogsmeade but it looks like I may have come by too early.” 

“Nearly done.” Harry exclaimed. “Ron, have you seen my transfiguration book?” He called over to the redhead who looked even worse for wear than Harry was with packing. 

“Uuh, oh here!” Ron dove under his bed and retrieved a book, tossing it just past Remus’ nose. Harry caught it expertly. “Oops, sorry Professor.” 

“No harm done, Ron.” 

“There. Packed!” Harry looked up from his packed bag and handed it over to Remus. “I’ll meet you at the station?” He asked, clearly making sure they still planned to go on their shopping trip. Remus smiled warmly at the hesitation in his question. 

“Yes, see you in a few hours.” Then he turned to the room at large, “Happy Christmas, boys!” The greeting was repeated as Remus left the dorm. 

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[pink-sparkly-witch]

Girls Night

Summary: Jensen’s girlfriend comes home a bit drunk after a girls night and tries to seduce him.

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Female Reader

Warnings: Fluff, implied sexy times to come.

Words: 0.7k

A/N: I’m so proud that I set out to drabble and succeeded! 🥳 I’m a wordy bitch, so usually, when I set out to drabble, I fail epically 😅 All mistakes are my own.

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“It’s been far too long since we last did this!” you declare, slamming another empty shot glass onto the wooden table.

“I know! And we say this every time, but we shouldn’t leave it so long next time,” Fiona shivers violently at the aftertaste of the tequila.

“Well,” Robin smirks, “if y’all put hoes before bros every now and then, we’d see each other a lot more often!”

“Excuse you,” you feign outrage. “If I remember right, you,” you point your finger for good measure, “are the one who didn’t come last time so you could ‘Netflix and Chill’ with Scott. I hadn’t seen Jensen in six weeks, and I came!”

“Oh, I came, alright!” Robin grins when you and your closest friends descend into laughter.

The familiar intro of Lionel Richie’s “Dancing on the Ceiling” begins, and you and the girls quickly make your way onto the dance floor. 

You spend the rest of the night cutting your best moves, singing at the top of your lungs and drinking tequila.

Walking into the hallway with your heels in your hand, you try to be as quiet as possible. Jensen has been working hard at the brewery and had been learning a script for a movie that starts shooting next week, so you knew he was likely sleeping at this late hour.

You carefully hold onto the handrail and climb the stairs, shushing your shoes every time the heel hits the wooden rail. 

Once at the top of the stairs, you frown when you see the bedroom light still on. You walk with heavy feet towards the door, peeking your head through the gap.

“Hey, baby,” Jensen smiles as he looks up at you. “Did you have a good time?”

“It was the best! We drank and talked and danced and drank. Did I already say that part? I think I already said that part. Anyway, we danced and sang. My throat will hurt tomorrow,” you stumble over to the bathroom and drop your shoes haphazardly on the floor. “But it was worth it,” you giggle.

“I’m glad,” Jensen grins. He always says you’re adorable when you’re drunk. Always so happy and carefree.

“What are you doing still up?” you ask.

“Gotta learn this script, baby. I’ve put it off too long,” he rubs at his tired eyes and smiles wide as you leave the bathroom in your underwear. “What are you doing, sweetheart?”

You climb on the bed—surprisingly gracefully, given your drunken state—and crawl up Jensen’s body. Straddling his waist, you run your hands under his shirt and up his stomach and grin as you feel his muscles twitch under your touch.

“Been thinking about you all night, Jensen. How much I wanted to be here with you, how you make me feel. I want you so bad, baby.”

“As much as I wanna say yes, baby girl, you’re too drunk,” Jensen says as his hands slide up your thighs.

“I’m not that drunk,” you pout more than complain.

“Even so, I think it’s best we just cuddle,” Jensen soothes.

“Ugh, fine!” you huff, throwing yourself off his lap and onto the bed. “But I want your A-game tomorrow!”

“When have I ever not brought my A-game?” Jensen laughs as you pull at the bed covers and ungracefully try to get into bed.

“Uhm, when I wore that dress to the 300th episode party? You barely lasted ten seconds!” you laugh.

“Excuse me! You looked really fucking hot that night! You knew I’d been ready for you since you’d stepped out of the hotel bathroom wearing that thing! And I made it up to you!”

“Yeah, you did!” you giggle. “Alright,” you say as you finally tuck yourself under the duvet. “What about the thirty second fumble on Jared’s boat?”

“Really? You really want me to explain to you how incredibly sexy it was rubbing sun tan lotion all over you and the idea that anyone could have seen me fucking you that day?”

“Okay, I’ll give you that one too,” you yawn and lie down, shuffling into his side and twisting your legs around his. “Just promise me you’ll bring you’re A-game in the morning.”

Snuggling further into him, you lay your head on his chest and your hand on his collarbone. Jensen wraps an arm around your shoulders and pushes the script he was reading to the floor.

“I promise. Good night, baby, I love you,” he chuckles softly as the heavy breathing tells him you’ve fallen asleep.

“Not that drunk, my ass!” he whispers as he kisses your head and turns out the bedside lamp.

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[piichuu]

♡ ANNIVERSARY NIGHT - YAMADA ASAEMON SHION

WARNINGS: not proofread, fluff, gn!reader

WORD COUNT: 675

DECEMBER DRABBLES

shion will never understand how he found someone like you, and how someone like you could be with someone like him.

his love for you is bigger than the universe itself, his own words, not yours. he will always take his time to give you hugs, kiss your lips, hold your hand or do something as simple as making sure you’re okay. he will go out of his way for you and will keep doing so until his dying breath.

it doesn’t matter that he cannot see your face that he swears is the most beautiful one in the world. he will love you no matter what. moving his fingers along your face to take in your features is the only thing he needs.

so it’s no surprise that he’s prepared dinner for the two of you when you arrive home from work. there are lit candles on the kitchen table together with a large meal in the middle of it.

there are a bouquet of flowers in a vase, flowers you haven’t seen in your shared apartment before. he must have bought them recently. it is your anniversary after all.

“welcome home darling,” he speaks, walking towards you who’s started taking off your jacket. “i made dinner for you, i hope it looks good. i didn’t burn the house down at least.”

you giggle and wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him in for a hug. “it’s perfect shion, i can’t believe you pulled all of this off,” he kisses your cheek and hold you as close as he possibly can. “well, i had to do something for my sweet partner who always does so much for me already.”

he strokes your back before taking your hand and leading you into the kitchen. “i made your favorites and bought some flowers as well. i hope they’re the ones i asked for, do you think they’re pretty?” “super pretty, thank you shion. you didn’t have to do all this, though. i feel bad now.”

“well, i expect a gift at least,” he chuckles and ruffles your hair. “i’m just kidding. it’s our five year anniversary and you’ve been working so much lately, of course i had to do something. i wanted to do something.”

you smile softly and press your lips to his for a quick kiss. “you’re the best. are you finished with everything or should i help with the last bits?” he shakes his head. “no, i think i should be done by now, let’s sit by the table. i’ll take care of the dishes later.”

he leads you towards the table and pulls the chair out for you, like a true gentleman before he sits down on the opposite side of the table. shion flashes you a light smile and indicates for you start putting some food on your plate.

you do as he wants and the both of you soon begin to eat. “it tastes wonderful, shion. you’re a great cook,” you speak, watching as a light blush spreads over your boyfriend’s cheeks.

“thank you, my love. it’s just for you,” he admits, lightly kicking your foot with his own which causes you to let out a quiet giggle. “is there anything else you want to do today? are you feeling tired and want to sleep?”

you shrug your shoulders but soon open your mouth to answer. “i’m tired, but we can do something if you want. it’s not like i’m just gonna fall asleep.”

shion shakes his head. “we can do more tomorrow. if you’re tired you should sleep. we’re both free from work tomorrow either way, so let’s go to sleep after this so you can rest. you’ve worked really hard today.”

he reaches for your hand over the table. “i love you a lot, my love. i’m really happy i’ve got to spend five years with you already.”

you take his hand. “i love you too, and i really hope we’ll be together for many more years.” “we’ll be together until death and even after that, darling.”

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[maglor-my-beloved]

Bedtime Stories

Characters: Elrond, Elros, Maglor, Maedhros

Words: 295

Warnings: none

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“It’s bedtime, little Stars,” Maglor cooed softly, and the two Elflings pouted at him.

“Can’t we play a little longer?”

“I am afraid not, but if you go to bed now I will tell you a story before you sleep.”

Soon they were both in bed, wrapped in soft blankets, looking at him expectantly. Maglor tried to think of a story suitable for children, perhaps one his mother had told him when he had been young, but thinking of his mother only made him miss her, fiercely and desperately, and he had to fight back tears.

“What is the story, Atya?”

“Once… once upon a time,” Maglor began, with no idea where he was going.

“Once upon a time,” a raspy, gentle voice behind him said, “long before the rising of the sun and moon…”

“Wasn’t it very dark then?”

Maglor’s chest ached as he remembered how Nelyo used to tell bedtime stories for him and his brothers when they could not sleep, how Curvo had interrupted him with questions and how Tyelko had rolled his eyes and told him to shut up so the story could continue.

Maedhros sat on the bedside and smiled. “It was not, for the world was lit by two great Trees, one gold and one silver, that waxed and waned over the course of a day.”

“Glowing trees?”

“Yes.” Maedhros’ smile took on a sad edge. “They were beautiful. Now, while these Trees still shone, in a land across the sea there lived a young prince, as old as you are…”

Silent tears ran down Maglor’s face as he listened to the story his brother wove, and only when it was over and the children asleep did Maedhros’ voice break, and Maglor saw that his brother, too, was crying.

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[i-did-not-mean-to]

Frost & Ice

Prompt: Frost & Ice

Characters: Turgon & Idril & Finrod

Warnings: Slight suffering, very cold

Idril shivered.

Turgon stumbled, gnashing his teeth in frustration.

“Come here, princess,” Finrod cooed, willing his voice to be steady and warm despite the icy death blooming through his bones like lethal lace.

“Look at the snow,” he whispered into the numb ear of his best friend’s most precious treasure. “It reminds me of the time your father and I stole a whole bag of sugar from my mother’s kitchen. She was so wroth!”

Visibly exhausted, Idril smiled at him bravely, nevertheless. “You’re lying. He’s never been naughty!”

“Is that what he told you? I must set that record straight!”

Ah, that one might have been a little on the sad side :S

Lots of love!

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[twistedwonderlandshenanigans]

December Drabbles

Prompt 20: Feast Characters: FloRid (Floyd + Riddle) ------------------------------------------------------------- Riddle took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. He and Floyd had been working up to this. Actually, everyone had kind of been helping in their own ways. Trying to unlearn following rules had proved more than difficult, and more than one mental breakdown. He couldn't handle it. It was a little embarrassing honestly, he didn't want to be this way, but years of fear of falling short of expectation made it impossible to relax his standards. It had been Floyd's wording that had helped but things in a new perspective, a more manageable pill to swallow so to speak. Rules were only made because one person in authority was scared of the consequences if they were not followed. Sure, when he was a little kid, the only exposure to authority he'd ever really had had been from his mother. Then Floyd posed the question, if Riddle had some way of babysitting a younger version of himself, if he truly wouldn't give himself the freedom he wished he had. While breaking a few rules would be painful, giving himself one day where he didn't have to worry.....there was no way he would deny a child of that, even if it was himself. Thus a breakthrough had been made, where "small" rules were not broken, but modified to be less constricting to start. During finals week, Riddle allowed students to bring their own coffee if they had made it themselves, but he didn't have it served at their Unbirthday party - Cater had been especially appreciative of that. His grades even showed it, as the caffeine had proven to help him concentrate while studying. Ace and Deuce managed to get Riddle to stay at the table he finished his lunch at by asking for tutoring assistance - meaning Riddle was too distracted to get up by the time fifteen minutes had passed. The next Unbirthday they had, Trey had invited Che'nya - so much for not bringing a cat to a formal event, but how was Riddle supposed to turn him away?

Some rules still were strict. There were to be NO chestnut tarts at Unbirthday parties still. And flamingo caretakers still had to wear pink. Croquet must not be played after 5:00pm.

But the point was, he was he was getting better. He had grown a lot in a very short time, and the people closest to him had done a good job of acknowledging the effort that went into that, even Floyd. Especially Floyd. So when Floyd had asked if Riddle would be ok with him pushing his boundaries a bit, he had agreed, albeit hesitantly and a little nervously. Against his better judgement, he decided to leave himself in Floyd's hands, knowing full well any questions he asked would only be met with 'wait and see.'

He had waited. Now, in front of him he could see a wide spread of foods, the smell making his mouth water. He could only assume that this was what Christmas dinner looked like at everyone else's homes. Every dish prepared with love from his boyfriend, who had slid into the booth beside him. Floyd gave him the slightest nod, letting him know he could start serving himself.

Floyd watched rather disdainfully, though he tried to hide it, as his boyfriend mouthed the amount of calories he was estimating was in each serving of food he put on his plate. He watched as Riddle struggled to make a decision between two dishes, before gently taking the serving spoon from him and serving him a portion of each, likely larger than he was planning on having. As if the slightly panicked and angry look from his goldfishie wasn't enough, Floyd also took the liberty of swapping his heaping plate with Riddle's, though he had been cautious enough in plating to not let any of the different foods touch.

Riddle looked up at him, his entire face a light shade of pink, his brows downturned, but not angry, just upset and confused. A small pout formed on his lips as he glared up at Floyd a little.

"You know I can't eat this. This serving size is too much, and far exceeds my calorie count for the day- maybe even the week! If I were to consume this I'd-"

"Be just fine. Well, maybe not all of it, wouldn't want you to get a stomach ache, but if you ate until you were genuinely satisfied, you would be fine. You would actually be healthier than the plan your mother made you follow. Ignoring when you're hungry ain't healthy. Your body has just gotten used to burning what little you keep in reserves. You've been malnourished for a long time Riddle. You've been lied to for a long time, and conditioned to think that countin' every morsel is what's gonna keep you strong and well, but it ain't. I know you can't give that up right away. I'm not gonna ask you to do that. But just for today, just for right now....I'm askin' you to try eating whatever you want, and as much as you want. It's just you 'n I here, nobody else has to know. Please? Please, I just wanna see you try...." Floyd's expressions varied greatly during his rant, but by the end, his mismatched eyes pleaded with Riddle's stormy ones.

Riddle had to look away. While he knew, at this point, everything Floyd was saying was true, it didn't make it any easier to hear. He felt tears sting the corners of his eyes before he buried his face in his hands, sobbing softly.

Floyd instantly regretted asking something so big of him so soon, reaching around his shoulders to pull him into a hug. What he didn't expect was for Riddle to panic, forego the cutlery and take a fistful of food from the nearest dish and shove it in his own mouth in an almost barbaric manner. He was sniffling, fat tears rolling down his cheeks and his face a light red, but Floyd couldn't do anything but watch as Riddle went on his own rampage through the food he had prepared for him.

Eventually Riddle slowed down, letting Floyd rub his back gently as he wiped at his mouth with his sleeve, then whined slightly when he realized the mess he made on his clothing. Floyd couldn't help but chuckle a little, using some magic to clean his boyfriend off as he pulled him into his lap, nuzzling into his hair as Riddle finally finished the last bite of food he had.

Riddle gasped as he sobbed a bit, leaning into Floyd. "Thank you.....I-I've never....I d-don't know what-...." Riddle took another moment to recollect his thoughts as Floyd just rocked with him gently, tucking his hair away from his face and cleaning him off where he needed it. Riddle shivered a bit, accepted the glass of water Floyd gave him and took a few deep breaths to calm down as he relaxed against him more.

"Thank you....for doing all this for me...and making me feel safe....even if it was just for a few minutes where I could let go of all the fear I had...it was very liberating...and delicious." He laughed, strained and tired as he snuggled into Floyd more.

Floyd giggled a bit and pushed away the half eaten food to put away later as he kissed Riddle's temple.

"Anytime goldfishie....I love youuuu." He bumped his head affectionately against the redhead.

He very quietly mumbled back before he fell asleep, "I love you too,"

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[claudeng80]

jinshi/mao mao, frog :3

It’s not often that Maomao cooks. Jinshi smells it from the door and immediately knows she’s forgiven him. “What smells so good?”

She has the tiniest grill he’s ever seen, just enough for little tidbits of sizzling meat. “Would you like some?”

She holds out a piece to feed him, and he should know not to trust her compliance, after so long, but it melts all his good sense when she’s like this. 

“Delicious, what is it?”

“Frog,” she says, as cold as a mountain waterfall, and drops the bowl at his feet.

No, she hasn’t forgiven him at all.

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[legowolas]

December Drabbles – Day 31

Prompt: Fireworks

Chapters: 1/1

Words: 300

Fandom: The Little Mermaid (2023)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationship: Ariel/Eric (Disney)

Characters: Ariel (Disney), Eric (Disney)

Additional Tags: Fireworks, Weddings, Fluff, Triple Drabble

Summary:

“Here,” Eric smiled, holding the torch out to Ariel, “we can light it together.”

She took it with the sweetness of a bride accepting a bouquet of flowers, not a stick of fire.

#THE LAST DECEMBER DRABBLE 😩 #a year late but better than never 😭 #I will miss working on these prompts tbh 🤧 #but maybe next year I'll start another prompt list 👀 we'll see how it goes 😭 #anyway. more ariel and eric for the last prompt 😌 because I adore them 😭💖 #the little mermaid #the little mermaid 2023 #ariel x eric #ariel #prince eric #disney #the little mermaid fanfiction #fanfiction #mine #december drabbles