#winter weekend drabbles

[bakugotrashpanda]

Bakugou x Reader

“I know we said no gifts,” your voice interrupts Bakugou while he packs. 

“And I mean it. No gifts.”

“You have to accept this one.” There’s something in your voice. Defiance.

“Or what?”

“Or I give it to Kirishima.” Oh hell no.

He holds out a hand. You give him a small duffle.

He doesn’t say anything as he opens it. “It’s a winter hiking emergency kit. I want you to be safe while you’re up there.” Even though he’s one of the Top 15 Heroes in the country, you still worry.

He pulls you close. “I love you too.”

Masterlist

#bnha drabble #bakugou #bakugou x reader #winter weekend drabbles #writing

[gumycandyyy]

Heyo I'm here to request that Male Reader x Winter King you wanted-

Anyways, can you write for a male Reader that used to be Simon and Betty's friend before the crown and the Mushroom War, who randomly shows up in the Land of Ooo? As in, Simon thought that they had died a long time ago, alongside Betty, but the Reader had survived through some odd means and got reunited with him?

Lol, if that's too much, then I'm sorry. It could be a fic or Headcanons, whichever you prefer!

⠂"ʏᴏᴜ'ᴠᴇ ɢᴏᴛᴛᴇɴ ᴏʟᴅ."⠐

⠂"ᴡᴇ ʙᴏᴛʜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ."⠐

AHJFHJGSKHA HOW DID YOU KNOW I WANTED TO WRITE ABOUT SIMON?? I LOVE THIS WET CAT.

Winter King actually isn't this one, because I wanted to focus on Fionna and Cake ver. Simon

Male reader

Platonic/Romantic (I'm leaving it ambiguous, because I mean, c'mon. It's Simon.)

Type: Headcanons (With a drabble and oneshot mixed in)

Summary: An old friend shows up after a bunch of time-related shenanigans, and is finally ready to settle back down in Ooo. Though this sudden happening is quite a shock to Simon.

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-You used to be an old family friend of Betty's, and met Simon through her.

-Y'all were really close, and they invited you over for dinner every other weekend.

-But one day, you just...

-Vanished.

-Everyone thought you were kidnapped, and Simon and Betty were heartbroken.

-However...

-Through some odd means, you were kept alive for a thousand years.

-It all started one weird day when you bought a little doodad from a garage sale.

-the next thing you knew, you were in a big yellow cube with a pink wall guy.

-Apparently the little thing you bought was an item from another universe, and it was janking up Ooo.

-Aaaaand technically you just committed a serious crime by purchasing the little thing.

-And whether intentional or not, you now had to go on trial for this little accident. You tried to explain what happened, but you were found guilty.

-You were sentenced to a thousand years in some donked up time jail.

-Apparently, you wouldn't age in there, and a thousand years would pass on Ooo before you were set free.

-It was the worst thing that could've ever happened to you.

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-The time jail kept you from losing your sanity, and a thousand years later, you were released.

-You were teleported back to Ooo, which looked quite different than how you remembered it.

-It felt like an eternity since you've seen rolling green hills and a clear blue sky. An eternity since you've breathed familiar air.

-You heard something, about a hundred yards from you.

-You approached the loud noises to see some buff dude with a sick beard and robotic arm beating up some one-eyed monster.

-He punched the creature, and it was sent flying towards you.

-You ducked, and the dude noticed you.

"Ah, sorry man! Didn't see you there!"

-You assured him it was nothing.

"You're not from around here, are you?"

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You shook your head, then blinked confusedly. Well, technically you were. It had just been 1000 years. You tried to get your story straight, then told the guy.

"Woah, so does that mean you're technically a time traveler?"

You shrugged. Time travel hadn't been proven yet, has it? You weren't sure. You asked the guy his name, so you didn't have to refer to him as just 'the guy.'

"Oh, yeah. Name's Finn. Good ol' Finn the H."

"The H.?"

"Y'know, the Human?"

But you were human too. With all due respect, you asked him about his strange surname.

"Oh, uh.. My real last name is Mertens, but I like 'the Human' better. It's only recently other humans have started living in Ooo. So I'm kinda seen as 'that one human' y'know?"

You nodded, trying to make sense of what he said. what had happened that caused humans to leave Ooo? How was that even possible?

The two of you talked for a short while, and you learned a little bit about Ooo. You were used to knowing a lot, but you barely even recognized this place.

"Oh, you're from the 20th century, right?"

You nodded.

"I've got a friend from then, maybe you'd like to meet him? He's one cool dude."

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-You agreed politely, wondering if this 20th century man would help you adjust to life in whatever century this was. What century was this anyway? 30-something?

-Finn ended up taking you to a scrappy little bar filled with people that looked to be made out of candy.

"Anything you'd like to order?"

"Nothing for me, Dirt Beer Guy. Maybe he'd like one, but we're just waiting for-"

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"Simon?"

You stared in disbelief at the face of your old friend, who looked at you with the same expression. He was carrying something under his arm, but he dropped it in shock.

"No way, you know him? That's awesome!"

Simon slowly walked up to you, as if afraid you'd disappear at any second. Tears welled up in the both of your eyes, and you had to suppress breaking down right there. It hadn't occurred to you that this 20th century man could've been Simon, but now that you were seeing him, you realized you subconsciously wished it would be him.

He spoke your name softly, not much more than a whisper, as if anything louder would cause reality to shatter, or one of you to wake up from a dream.

"You... You're really here, aren't you?"

You nodded softly, not daring to say a word. Tears spilled out of your eyes, and Finn looked slightly confused.

"Do you guys, uh.... Wanna step out for a minute?"

You agreed, still quietly, saying it would probably be better to not make a scene. Finn gave you a thumbs up and shooed you out, saying he'd wait for you when you got back inside.

You stepped out of the little bar with Simon, realizing it got dark out while you were inside.

"So..."

"How about we take a walk?"

You nodded, falling into step with Simon as you walked into a nice little forest. The small stream rushing by provided ambient noise.

"How are you here..?"

Simon asked, with an air of disbelief. He blinked, wiping his glasses and rubbing his eyes. As if you'd disappear once he'd open them. You explained what happened, and suddenly gasped.

"If you're here, that means Betty must be here too, right? Where is she?"

Simon sighed, bringing his arms up to hold himself.

"She's..."

"She's not."

You decided not to pry, but you couldn't help but notice the sinking feeling in your gut. She was one of your best friends, and she was gone. But she was Simon's fiancee. It must have hit him harder, whatever happened to her. You'd ask later, when the emotional turmoil between the two of you wasn't so fresh.

You walked in peaceful silence between the two of you, listening to the sounds of the stream, or chirping crickets.

You took that time to study Simon, how his appearance changed, and things that stayed the same.

Same fashion sense,

same goofy circle glasses,

even the same walk you remember.

There was a white streak in his hair now.

Wrinkles on his face.

Something about him just seemed so...

Sad.

"You've gotten old."

Simon smiled, though it seemed bitter.

"We both have."

"I missed you, Simon. Not a day went by that I didn't think of you, Betty, or any of our other friends."

Simon stopped walking, and you copied. He seemed as if he was about to cry again. To be honest, you were too. Talking about all of this while looking him in the face didn't fare well for your emotional state.

He took off his glasses, wiping at his eyes. Simon smiled bitterly through it though. He seemed to be so lonely. You wondered where he lived now.

". . ."

He wiped his eyes again, then looked straight at you with an unwavering gaze.

"You have no idea how much we missed you. Even years after you disappeared, we still looked. Even when the police failed, we still-"

He inhaled sharply, breath shaking. He turned his head away, as if ashamed of his emotions.

You placed your hand on his shoulder, trying to provide comfort. Simon suddenly wrapped his arms around you, pressing his face into your shoulder. You returned the embrace, holding onto him just as tightly.

Simon's breath shook, and you softly rubbed his back. You had no idea what he's gone through, and you were genuinely unsure whether you were helping or not.

"Simon..?"

His grip on you loosened, and he looked up at you.

You said nothing else, but you gently rested your forehead on his. He sniffed, then took a deep breath. Your hands fell to his waist, while his rested on your shoulders. Simon closed his eyes, cherishing this small bit of comfort.

After a few moments, Simon pulled away, bringing his fist up to his mouth and clearing his throat.

"W- well, today was certainly... Eventful."

You laughed softly, agreeing with his remark. The two of you walked back to the little bar, realizing you'd gotten farther from it than you thought you did.

Simon cleared his throat yet again, once you reached the outside of the bar.

"Yeah, Simon?"

He thought for a moment, then spoke.

". . .Thank you."

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Thanks for reading! I absolutely loved writing this, and Simon needs a hug.

Your complimentary artwork ^^

reblog for a beginner writer?

#no beta we die like Jake #simon petrikov x reader #fionna and cake #fionna and cake x reader #pre fionna and cake events #simon petrikov #simon petrikov is a wet cat #fandom #brainrot #finn the human #adventure time #simon needs a hug #fanfiction #selfshipping community #simon petrikov x male reader

[vetteltea]

Carlos Sainz and Hot Cocoa and Warm Hands [no warnings]

Day 5 of the Vetteltea Advent Calendar

Note: There’s nobody I’d ever want to dedicate a Carlos Drabble to more than his actual WAG, @silverstonesainz. Dani, not only are you such a creative, kind, beautiful and talented creator, you’re also one of the greatest friends I could ever ask for. I could not be more thankful that we crossed paths and that our stupid love of Spanish men brought us together. I love you so much, sweetpea. 

It’s blistering cold in central Madrid, something you hadn’t witnessed since moving to the city with your boyfriend. 

It wasn’t entirely your fault for not climbatising; after all, three days after settling into his home, the two of you had been whisked away to Las Vegas and Abu Dhabi, your body so overwhelmed from the Jet Lag that you had done nothing but sleep and watch with wide eyes as Carlos drove the SF-23 to the absolute best of his ability. 

‘Only one more race,’ you had reminded him, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek when he had clambered out of the car, wanting nothing more than for this season to be over. He was fairly certain the entire team felt the same. Every team felt the same, if you took away Red Bull.

No, what Carlos was excited for was to take a step away from the track, the bright lights and shades of red he was dressed in each weekend. The man had actually passed on the farewell party in Abu Dhabi; he had already said his farewells to the drivers and wanted to get back on the plane and take you home. After all, this would be the first time you could be together in your new home for more than three days. 

The man would have been content to leave his suitcase in the walkway, lift you into his toned arms and bury the two of you underneath the blankets on his bed, silent from the outside world. However, as the days move by, Christmas begins to draw close enough for the two of you to put up decorations, bake cookies and watch movies. He’s never been this domesticated, not with any of his other girlfriends. He didn’t feel comfortable; Carlos has always been seen as a strong male, built with golf, gym and driving. 

And yet…with you, he could relax. He could smile as you wiped flour on his tanned cheek, kissing you whilst another Hallmark movie played from the television system. Carlos remembered his father’s gruff voice, insisting that when he found the right woman, everything would change. Now, as his fingers laced with yours, dressed in his long winter jacket that you had insisted went well with your outfit, he finally understood.

The two of you had left your blissful home and Piñon for long enough to meet his family in the city. It wasn’t your first time meeting the Sainz’s, but Blanca had recently taken a new position in the city, whilst his mother had insisted they needed a reunion now you had moved in with her son. 

Of course, you were all too excited to see them, unlacing your fingers from your boyfriend and dashing over to be scooped into the warm arms of your (one day,) Mother, Father and Sister’s in law, kisses pressed to your rosy cheeks and stories spread whilst you linked arms with Ana. Carlos stepped in line with his father, the elder man patting his son on the back. 

“Ha sido bueno desde que se mudó aquí, ¿no?” He asks if everything has worked out since you had moved in; the grin on Carlos’ face answers the question. 

“Perfecto.” He answers, springing into a spiral of how each moment, something as simple as waking up or making the bed was now romanticized, simply because you were there to share the moment with him. 

Eventually, the group of you stop by the central grand-stand, traditional Christmas Music being played to everybody in the city. Your boyfriend takes the moment to slip an arm around your shoulder, his taller frame pulling you into his chest and a soft kiss pressed against your temple, beaming at having you in his touch. His brows tighten when he laces his fingers back into his palm, pulling away as if he had been violently shocked. 

You’re confused, watching him mumble to both of his sisters, his mother, before tapping his father on the shoulder, the two Sainz men stepping away from the group. Curiosity willed you to keep your eyes trained, until Reyes cooed in delight, drawing your attention back to the stage as a group of children stepped on, ready to sing carols to the festive crowd. 

The performance has you in such a trance that you don’t recognise your boyfriend’s return until you feel a hand on your lower back, turning in his touch, eyes widening when you see the deep red takeaway cup, filled with a rich, dark chocolate liquid. Your heart softens as he hands you the cup, seeing each of the women had been given an identical cup, letting the warmth spread across your fingers as you take a sip.

It’s heavenly; you’re almost certain you’ll be dragging the poor boy back into the city at any given moment simply so you could try this drink again. He wouldn’t mind, he would happily replay this moment in his mind for an eternity, so long as it was always with you. 

The cup is lifted to his own lips, your own eyebrows raising as you wordlessly offer him a sip of the drink. Ana and Blanca are intensely focused on the interaction, their younger brother taking a sip of the drink and beaming at you, passing the hot drink between one another until the cup is empty. 

“Are your hands a little warmer now, Cariño?” He’s concerned; although there’s a delight in being here with you, he doesn't want you to get too cold. Before you can answer his question, he simply takes your two hands into his own, cupping them in his larger palms and pulling them upwards to his lips, leaving soft kisses against your skin. 

“You’re so cheesy.” You tease, taking delight in how he laughs like a schoolchild, pulling you into his chest and pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head. 

“Only for you.” 

#Carlos Sainz #CS55 #Carlos Sainz x Reader #Carlos Sainz Imagine #Carlos Sainz One Shot #Carlos Sainz x You #Reader Insert #F1 #Formula 1 #F1 x Reader #Carlos Sainz Blurb #Carlos Sainz x Y/N

[verstappen-cult]

MAX VERSTAPPEN ★ MASTERLIST

╰► CONTENT:

[ BACK TO MAIN MASTERLIST ]

here you’ll find the links to all my max works! excluding the ones in the f1 grid masterlist. you can find one-shots, blurbs, drabbles and series. masterlist constantly being updated.

01. BLURBS & DRABBLES

SPENDING WINTER BREAK IN ST. BARTS

waking up by the sea with the sun coming though the window and the warm the body of your boyfriend by your side, is one of your favorite feelings in the world.

MORNINGS WITH MAX

waking up early and staying in bed for as long as your kids will allow you is what you always do; with max’s arms wrapped around your body, holding you tightly against his chest.

MAKING YOUR RELATIONSHIP WITH MAX PUBLIC

“i just want everyone to know i’m dating you. that i get to wake up every morning next to you, that i come home to you.”

PROMPT DRABBLES #1

When they wrap their hand around your waist protectively because it's just an instinct by now.

PROMP DRABBLES #2

sender comforts receiver in the aftermath of a nightmare.

HAVING AN ARGUMENT

the aftermath of an argument with max.

YOU ARE MAX’S WEAKNESS

max is head over heels in love with you. he actually turns into a whole different person when you’re around.

MAX REFUSES TO ACKNOWLEDGE HE’S SICK

five times max refieres to acknowledge he’s sick + one time he — finally — does.

BACK TO THE PADDOCK

you’re back at the paddock, this time holding the hand of your daughter and a secret. however, things aren’t so easy.

GETTING INTO AN ACCIDENT

after having a fight with your boyfriend you decide to take his car and leave.

CLINGY MAX

max won’t leave your side after you couldn’t be with him the last weekend in australia.

NECK KISSES

you love kissing and biting max’s neck.

PETNAMES

max is an avid petname user.

02. ONE-SHOTS

PINING IN ANTICIPATION

Neither you nor Max know how it started but it made you feel better and that was enough for him.

LOVE STORY (smau)

Going out on dates with Max means taking a lot of pictures to share them on Instagram. Max has never complained, in fact, he's more than happy to show the world just how much he enjoys every single one of those dates.

GORGEOUS (smau)

Two of the most successful people in the world start dating.

SWEET LIKE VANILLA

You send Max some ice cream from your brother’s company.

03. MOODBOARDS

HAPPY FAMILY LIFE WITH HUSBAND!MAX

chaotic mornings with the kids waking you up by jumping on the bed. baking together and ending up with a flour fight. long and calm walks…

ROADTRIP WITH THE BOYS

listening to a bunch of different music because everyone has different taste. bickering, so much bickering. camping by the sea. max not letting anyone drive but him…

04. SERIES

LOADING. . .

© VERSTAPPEN-CULT ⎯ do not repost, translate, plagiarise or claim any of my works as your own.

#navigation. #max verstappen x reader #max verstappen fluff #max verstappen imagine

[readychilledwine]

The Extra Mile

Summary - Rhysand has never failed to surprise you for your birthday, and he's not going to start now.

A/N - enjoy this drabble before the big bang tomorrow 💜 baby daddy and I are spending the day together and giving into ALL of my cravings today 🥹🥹🥹 ps peep the inspiration dress at the end of the drabble. I DROOLED.

You stretched, feeling over to your mate's side of the bed and pouting when you felt it was empty. You were used to him having to leave early in the mornings, but typically he woke you up for a quick kiss goodbye or a fast round of morning sex before slipping out from the covers and taking care of his duties.

But today was special, and he normally didn't do anything besides worship you on your birthday. You sighed, chalking it up to this being the first year you two could celebrate since he left for the mountain, since Feyre had been made, and the war with Hybern, maybe between all of that, he had forgotten.

You sat up, wrapping the satin sheets around your body and went to walk to the closet, only for a tendril of darkness to grab your wrist and pull you to the bathroom instead. "Did your master send you?" It seemed to nod, gently guiding you to a warm bubble bath. A bottle of wine sat near the edge, waiting for you to pop the cork along with a tray filled with grapes, cheeses, and a note in Rhysand's graceful scrollwork.

You smiled as the darkness swirled your naked body before disappearing with an almost kiss-like feeling on your cheek and temple. You leaned against the wall of the tub, opening the letter. You looked over to the side where the dress he mentioned in it was hanging. It was, of course, a beautiful piece made by his mother. It was, shockingly, a deep crimson red velvet gown with long sleeves, it had a rounded neckline and you could see what appeared to be chains and gems adorning what appeared to be an open back.

You heard the door open and another wine glass appeared. "Well, hello y/n darling." You smiled to Rhys, leaning your head against the tub and instantly moved so he could join you. "How was training?"

He sighed, stripping himself of his leather bottoms in an almost slow teasing manner. "Gwyn disarmed Azriel, Nesta beat Cassian in a hand on hand spar, Emerie let me teach her a new archery tip and trick to help her with drawback and aim. I'm very proud of them." You smiled at his sparkling eyes. "Emerie especially. You should be very proud of her."

"I am every day. Thank you for bringing her here." He nodded, getting in behind you and pulling you into his arms. "What's the plan for today?"

Rhysand poured you both a glass of wine, handing you yours and taking his. "Well, since this is the first year your birthday has been calm in years, I thought maybe we should enjoy a day shopping in Winter." He smirked behind his hand as you seemed to almost begin to glow in anticipation. "Then we will have dinner with Kal and Viv, because your sister asked if I would share you this year." The water began to splash lightly as your shoulders danced. "Then," he drawled out, "Kal has kindly volunteered to let us enjoy the weekend in your family's cabin, just us. No work. No worries. Perhaps, no clothing."

That was the final queue, you quickly turned yourself in his arms, hugging him tightly. "Does that sound good, darling? I know it isn't an extravagant party like Beron forces Lady Autumn to endure."

You nodded, eyes watering slightly, "It's perfect, Rhys. Just absolutely perfectly."

Isn't. This. Stunning?

#acotar #acotar x reader #rhys x reader #rhysand x reader #rhys x you #rhysand x you #rhysand x y/n #rhys x y/n

[buckrecs]

Clingy / Drunk Bucky Fic Rec

I binge read clingy & drunk bucky oneshots till 2am and now that i’m conscious i’m gonna make a list.

Clingy by @sleepypanda27

Steve and Sam bring home drunk Bucky, the reader takes care of him. It’s fluffy.

Crazy In Love by @/sleepypanda27

Bucky is in love and he doesn't care what others think about it

In Your Arms by @writemarvelousthings

goes to bed early because they're tired, but soon after comes back out of the bedroom to get their partner because they don't want to be in bed alone.

Sober Thoughts by @tropicalcap

James Barnes doesn’t get drunk, until he does.

Maybe Later by @lovelybarnes

"marry me" "maybe later"

You’re way too drunk by @storiesnobodyreads

reader goes out with friends and gets a little too drunk. She calls Bucky, her boyfriend, who is overprotective and comes over to the club.

Drunk by @lifeasadorkwithnolife

You took Bucky out to a bar, seeing how you two were getting back from a tiring mission with HYDRA, and Bucky needed to loosen up.

Pudge by @buckyalpine

Bucky being absolutely adorable.

Cheeky by @/buckyalpine

Bucky Barnes does not back down from a dare.

you know what rhymes with drunk? sex by @seventven

bucky comes home drunk after a night out with sam. 

Drunk Words are Sober Truths by @bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky

Bucky gets a little inebriated at a party and his loose lips let his secret slip.

Once Upon A Good Time by @shamevillain

Bucky wants attention so he’s going to use your biggest weakness to get it.

Drunk Buck Running Amuck by @coffee-with-bucky

Bucky is drunk and absolutely giddy with affection and you don’t know whether to thank or kill Thor

morning by @lovelybarnes

person a won’t let person b out of bed by cuddling them + person a peppering kisses all over person b’s face

Guess What’s On Your Mind by @tellmealovestory

Are you drunk?

You’re not going to work by @winter-soldier-vibes

Bucky comes back from a long mission so excited to see you. Little does he know, you have a full schedule that day. At least, you planned to. No way is he going to wait any longer. 

Drabble by @pellucid-constellations

Fluff with drunk Bucky

Waking Up in Vegas by @wxntersoldiers

a weekend in sin city can change everything. 

fuck it by @mellowswriting

Thanks to a little Asgardian liquor, Bucky gets drunk for the first time in almost eighty years. He’s more than willing to engage in a little drunken shenanigans with you. 

I Think I Wanna Marry You by @likeahorribledream

During an after party at the Tower, you’re introduced to a new side of your best friend: Drunk Bucky. And Drunk Bucky has it bad for you. Really, really bad.

drunk off you by @cunaeparker

asgardian liquor comes in clutch, sam’s a cockblock, and tony’s parties have a tendency to get spicy.

Gone with the mead by @writingsoftheloser

There’s a limbo between confessing one’s feelings and the use of ‘I love you’ that’s filled with amazing, strange and sometimes insecure things. Or the one where Bucky Barnes underestimated Asgardian mead.

Guy’s Night by @teamcap4bucky

You used to think that Hydra missions were your worst nightmare. Then the boys started having “Guys Night,” and you realized just how wrong you were. Nothing ever good comes from this night...or does it?

drunken proposals by @bluehourbucky

too much alcohol leads to proposals

Imagine by @imamotherfuckingstar-lord

Imagine Bucky being drunk.

Day Off by @softlyspector

Bucky really wants to take a nap with the reader, but she just wants to read. (Bucky is a giant dog who needs a lot of attention)

#bucky barnes fic rec #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x f!reader #winter soldier x reader #bucky barnes oneshot #clingy!bucky #needy!bucky #drunk!bucky

[look-at-the-soul]

Hey not sure if your requests are open as I’ve had an idea based on this picture. The reader could be having an extremely stressful day and tommy comes home to find her looking out their bedroom window and he gives her a cuddle knowing it always calms her down. Or you can do whatever

Hello Chloe! Thank you so so much for sending in this beautiful photo! I hope you enjoy this (is longer than a drabble but shorter than a one shot) ☺️

🎉 I wrote this little piece to celebrate my dear Aimee @dandelionprints 100 followers congratulations darling!! You probably have more now, I’m just so glad that I found your blog here, thank you for the beautiful stories you share!

Close your eyes, make a wish

Modern Tommy Shelby x reader

This is pure fluff 🥰

Taking off the jacket of his suit, Tommy discarded it over the bed, his eyes roaming across the bedroom finding you looking outside, leaning on the window frame. His eyes stopped for a moment in the dandelion he bought for one of your anniversaries.

It was beautifully captured in a resin crystal ball, the smile you gave him when you opened his present was priceless.

In silence, he wrapped his arms around your midsection, earning a little jump of surprise to feel him suddenly.

“Is everything alright?” He asked. His breath fanning over the skin of your neck.

“Yes… it’s just a bit overwhelming with the wedding, the guest list and I don’t have a dress yet.”

His lips stopped kissing your neck, a smile replacing.

“But why are you so worried, darling?” You found his eyes looking at you in the window reflection. “I’d still marry you if you show up wearing a potato sack.”

That made you chuckle before turning around in his arms. “I know you would.”

“Then it’s all set.” Tommy winked squeezing his hands on your hips slightly while you shook your head. “No? Fair enough… as I can’t and won’t be doing the wedding planner’s job, my only suggestion is forget about the wedding for one day, Charlie’s coming tomorrow to spend the weekend with us, so why don’t we have some fun?”

“Oh! You know how to?” You joked earning an eye roll from your fiancé.

“What kind of fun?”

“Family fun, I don’t know you’re the creative one from us.” He added playfully bumping his nose with yours before pulling you to the en-suite bathroom.

****

“Hi Y/N!” Charlie shouted you from the door, a big smile decorating his face as he saw you waiting in the queue.

You waved at him and immediately felt his positive energy bring you back to life, all other worries melted away.

But his teacher made you go through a hard time when she mentioned they didn’t get a call to notify that Tommy wouldn’t pick up Charlie from school. As if they were friends.

“Is alright, Y/N and my Dad had a sleepover and-” But you covered his mouth before Charlie could continue with his explanation, while a soft blush covered your cheeks.

“I understand, let me call my fiancé.” You stated taking out your phone, flashing your engagement ring at the teacher. Your Tommy asked last minute if you could pick up his son from school.

A few minutes later, you were giving Charlie a little speech of how important safety was, and how only Grace, Tommy and sometimes you were the only ones allowed to pick him up. Kids could get tricked so easily, get taken away in a blink, besides taking care of Tommy’s son was a huge responsibility.

But Charlie, being a kid, he quickly changed the topic.

“Y/N...”

“Yes sweetheart?”

“Can we make a water balloons war for my birthday?”

“But it will be in winter, it’s going to be cold...”

“Oh.” Charlie looked down, his happy bubble was deflated.

“Unless...”

Anthony, Tommy’s new driver looked at you through the review mirror, he suddenly felt concerned. “Mr. Shelby instructed to drive you straight home.”

“We’ll be quick, I promise.”

“If I get in trouble...”

“Don’t worry Anthony, I will tell Dad it was Y/N’s idea.”

“Hey!” You protested, but then went on to tell Anthony to stop at the shopping mall. You only needed a few things.

After all Tommy asked you to think of something fun, didn’t he?

***

“Mr. Shelby, you got back earlier.” Frances frowned, but took his suit jacket from his hands.

Frowning back, Tommy stopped to look at her. “Y/N texted me, said something important came up.”

“Oh...”

Squinting his eyes at her, Tommy tilted his head confused. Why was Frances acting like that?

In a reflection, he moved his hand to the holster, to take his gun.

“You might want me to keep that one away and use this instead.” Frances explained, offering him a piece of paper and a plastic gun.

But before he could react, Tommy got a shot of water straight in the back of his head.

Time seemed to stop right there. Frances was holding her breath.

Slowly, Tommy turned around to find you pointing your water gun at him.

Even Charlie stopped laughing.

His eyes were covered by his Raybans, but you had an idea of the dead look he was giving you.

“Pum pum!” You imitated the sound of a gun. But as a mischievous smile appeared on his face, you added: “Shit... run Charlie!”

Frances was worried about the decorations, terrified of a flower vase falling to the floor, but felt more relieved when you and Charlie took the water war outside.

Tommy was used to guns, all kinds. Apart from horses, he had a massive collection of weapons, yet he had never used a water gun.

“Charlie get down!” You advised, shooting Tommy again, failing this time.

Tommy laughed, a deep and contagious sound that took him by surprise.

Charlie rolled over the grass in a very dramatic motion, as if with that Tommy wouldn’t point his weapon and shoot Charlie straight in the forehead.

“Hey that's not fair, he’s only a child!” You scolded him coming from behind a tree.

But it was a mistake, because Tommy took the chance to shoot you straight at breasts-level. Now you had two wet circles that made your bra visible.

Making a face and giving him a dead stare, you asked him; “Are you kidding me?”

“You are the one who came up with the idea, love.” Tommy winked at you and for the first time in a very long time, you noticed he was having fun.

“Yes you need to relax.” Splash. “Urgently.” Splash.

In response you shot him straight in the face.

Taking his handkerchief from his pocket, Tommy stared into your eyes intensely.

“You know you’re going to pay for this later right?”

Biting your lower lip, you nodded. Excitement running to the spot between your legs.

Heart beating fast, happiness pouring, deep laughs was all could be seen right there in that moment. Even Cyril joined the outside fun at some point, but soon he preferred a quiet time and went to rest under a tree.

“All against Charlie!” You shouted directing the water gun to Charlie’s back.

The kid squealed in delight and ran off to hide behind his father’s car.

Tommy stared at the scene before him, how did he become so damn lucky?

Charlie would spend the entire weekend with the two of you, so you would be able to enjoy some time together, and with you hanging around, Charlie surely would be having a good time granted.

After calling for a truce because he was really tired, so the three of you went to sit on the picnic blanket Frances set up thinking Mr. Shelby would want some rest, she really thought of everything; setting a jar of cold lemonade, sandwiches and some cookies. She knew listening to Mr. Shelby laugh was one of those very rare moments that doesn’t happen everyday, so she thought of prolonging it as much as possible.

As spring started to blossom, the flowers around Arrow House got impossibly gorgeous, the clean fresh air from the country house combined to the incredible weather relaxed her.

You needed this, after so many days planning, worrying, you couldn’t take it anymore.

“I don’t know how you will be able to make me move from here.” Tommy joked too content resting his head on your lap.

“We can camp out!” Charlie proposed.

“I can get a snake bite here.” You made a terrified face to Charlie.

The kid chuckled, dimples showing just like his father’s. “There are no snakes around Y/N and if they are, Dad can defend you.”

You chuckled. Starting to run your fingers through Tommy’s hair, the longer parts at the top anyways.

Opening one of his eyes, Tommy found a dandelion right next to his body. Taking it into his hand carefully he placed it in front of your face.

“Make a wish.” Tommy requested.

“Do you remember?” Your face was full of surprise.

“Of course I do, that’s how I got you to accept be my woman. I wished for it.”

Closing your eyes momentarily, you remembered the afternoon when Tommy asked you to be his girlfriend, he showed a dandelion and said he made a wish, he wanted to get to spend the rest of his days with you.

“Should we make a wish?” Tommy proposed.

Wrapping a hand around the one in which he was holding the dandelion, you and Tommy blew watching the small piece flying away.

“Charlie I want to ask you something really important.”

That caught the Shelby’s attention. Both father and son looked at you intensely.

“You know how I don’t have anyone to walk me down the aisle… would you like to give me away to your father?” You tried to fight the lump that had created in your throat.

Tommy held his breath, he didn’t expect it, but deep down he knew how much it would mean to you.

As seconds passed by, Charlie’s smile grew bigger until he threw himself into your arms squealing a loud yes!

“This is the bestest day ever!” Charlie beamed, wrapping his arms around each other, bringing their heads together. “Do I get to wear a tux just like Dad?”

But he couldn’t wait for a answer and immediately took off running telling Cyril what you just asked him.

You looked at Tommy touched by his son’s words.

Knowing that Charlie was a happy kid was all your fiancé wanted.

“Can I ask what your wish was?” You asked resting your head on his shoulder.

“This.”

***

A/N ☺️ thank you for reading! I hope you liked it 💕

Master list

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[thedroneranger]

Daggers on Draught: Open Bar 🍻

Daggers and your requested drink combos! Shoutout to @gretagerwigsmuse @roosterforme @sylviebell and @beyondthesefourwalls for inspiring Open Bar 🥂

The bar is CLOSED. Drink up the OG Daggers on Draught, Drinking Drabbles and Craft Edition.

Also follow @love-in-light as she crafts cocktails based on this series!

Amelia

• Cherry Limeade (na) | Cherry Crush

Bob

• Angry Orchard | Apple of Your Eye • Aperol Spritz | Buon Compleanno • Arnold Palmer | Homegrown • Moscato | Fall for You • Old Fashioned | Bobby After Dark • Peroni (0.0%) | Love Language • Pina Colada | Beach Bob • Pink Lady | Pretty in Pink • Screwdriver | Breakfast & Bob • Stella Artois | Gift of One-liners • White Sangria | Happy as a Clam

Coyote

• Aviation | Laissez Le Bon Temps Rouler • Prosecco | Coyote Casanova • Cabernet Sauvignon | Uncorked Coyote • Margarita | Hot Up in This Joint • Sazerac | Good Libations

Cyclone

• Brooklyn | Checkmate • Gin & Tonic | Everything is Blue • Sazerac | Night Moves • White Russian | Heart of a Cyclone

Fanboy

• Bellini | No. 1 Fan • Bramble | I Feel the Need • Cayman Jack | Later, Gator • Hurricane | The Night is Calling • Moscato d’Asti | Shining So Bright • Pacifico | California Sunshine

Hangman

• Angry Orchard | Cider House Rules • Body Shots | Licked It • Captain Morgan | Adventure is Out There • Gin & Tonic | Gin & Jake • High Noon | Let's Go Girls • Jack & Coke | Save A Horse • Jack Daniels | Gentleman Jake • Margarita | Drinking in a Winter Wonderland • Maker's Mark | Marksman • Mimosa | Yuletide Greetings • Mint Julep | Cashmere, Cologne & Hot Sunshine • Paper Plane | It's Not the Plane • Pina Colada | Ride the (Heat)Wave • Ranch Water | Ranch Hand • Sex on the Beach | Cake by the Ocean • Tia Maria | Nigthtcap • Tequila Shots | Tequila Little Time • Whiskey Sour | Bon Voyage

Hondo

• Mojito | Minted

Iceman

• Bourbon | Puff, Puff, Pour • Vesper | GoldenEye • Belvedere | On Ice • Whiskey Sour | Old Friend

Maverick

• Boulevardier | Twice as Nice • Tom Collins | Old Time's Sake

Payback

• Midori Sour | Solo Session • Paper Plane | Wingman

Penny

• Bloody Mary | Hair of the Dog • Martini | Shaken Not Stirred • Mimosa | Sail Away

Phoenix

• Bahama Mama | Golden Afternoon • Bellini | So Classic • Fuzzy Navel | Poolside Peach • Long Drink | Now Imagine Her Holding a Long Drink • Merlot | Raise You Like a Phoenix • Phoenix | Grit & Glam • Shirley Temple (na) | Tastes So Good • The Last Word | What's the Password?

Rooster

• Blanton's | Giddy Up • Captain Morgan | Captain n' Cock • Champagne | Too Much is Just Right • George Dickel | Too Young to Know • Gin & Tonic | Ain't Leavin' 'til Six in the Mornin' • High Noon | High Noonster • Kamikaze Shot | Stateside • Long Drink | Long Day, Long Drink • Malibu | Just Beach • BB™rita | Salt and a Buffett Song • Margarita (strawberry) | Pourin' All Weekend • Margarita (spicy) | Sweet Heat • Tito’s and Lemonade | I've Got Sunshine • Bellini | Bellinis in Bed • Pina Colada | If You Like Rooster Coladas • Ranch Water | Take Me Home Country Road • Wild Turkey | Cold Turkey

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[bakugotrashpanda]

Dabi x Reader

Dabi frowns at the small, light-blue treats nestled in their box. They should be in a nice home with loving family to eat them, not him.

“You stole wagashi?” your voice breaks his concentration. The rice flour confection mocks him. It won’t bring back happiness and will taste of disappointment.

“Family tradition,” he scowls. You nod in understanding – he knows you’ll never comprehend his past.

“Hang on.” You leave and five minutes later return with a small cup. Placing it in front of him, emerald green tea steams. “It’s not the same… but it might help.”

He smiles. “It does.”

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#bnha drabbles #dabi #dabi x reader #winter weekend drabbles #writing

[whateverwhyamievenhere]

little lestappen drabble

Hii, so I usually don't post on here, but you know it, it's winter break and the brain rot is brain rotting, so I've started to write a drabble. It's inspired by some of my favorite moments of Charles and Max that can't seem to leave my mind. This is nowhere near anything but a draft, though I thought some of you might enjoy this. Please be so kind and let me know if you like it or what could be improved. Also if anyone has any ideas where this could go plot-wise hmu, because I suck at drawing up plots beforehand. Have a great day/night wherever you are. L <3

The sun peaks right through the tips of his hair. Strands flying, highlights glistening in the golden light. One last lap they said, one more push, till he got to feel the light of the setting sun blind his eyes. He's in Texas, finished his quail lap, scrambled out of the car, and all he searched for was the blue of his eyes.

Like ocean, like storm. Crashing on a shore, there will always be a twist in Charles gut when Max meets his eyes. Inevitably drawn to each other, dancing around each other, desire mistaken for distaste. Green clashing into blue, in a haze of moments Charles is being ripped right out of the calming sun. Media Duty, take pictures, smile, be nice and orderly. Most importantly, get along. Get along with Max. These are direct orders because everyone seems to think they hate each other. Charles thinks they may did once upon a time. Now he’s not quite sure what to make of it all. ____________________________________________________ “Charlie I’ve got some space for you” the words echo in Charles' head, did Max just call him Charlie, normally only Alex or maybe Lando does so rarely. Why in the world of why's does it make feel Charlie all giddy? What does Max think that he's allowed to call him Charlie? Isn’t that reserved for his closer friends? Does Max think they are friends? Sure, he's been acting as such ever since Austin, but what exactly changed? Why aren’t the forcibly nice, why does it seem like Max enjoys his company more than he used to?  And why does he immediately comply and squeeze through to Max, standing at the other side of the room? Brush of shoulders, hands clasping each other, slight shove where his back dips in. Broad smile, teeth on full display, eyes crinkling. Max is flashing him his most Maxie smile there is. Sue him if Max can call him Charlie, at least he can call him Maxie in his mind. Maybe one day he will be allowed to say it out loud, just like Daniel is.  “I thought you’d suffocate over there.” “Yeah, well I’m glad, I didn’t. Any news from Daniel, his party still standing for tonight?” “Do you really think we’d be in Vegas and Daniel would let it slip though his fingers to start the weekend of sober? He’s going to be the death of us!” “Ah no, I think we will manage quite well, you think?” At that, Max slings an arm around Charlies shoulder, slightly shakes his head in dismissal, smirks to himself and moves them after the rest of their friends that were just mingling mere seconds before. Max is leading them towards the press conference that Charles entirely forgot about once he heard Max claim “Charlie” his. ____________________________________________________

#charles leclerc #max verstappen #lestappen gate 2023 #lestappen #fanfic #f1 #f1 drabble #formula 1

[shujilovedive]

Haitani x Reader Drabble 1

Cw: seeing both the Haitanis at once. Ran squeezes your stomach in affection,

Includes: Kanto Manji Ran x Reader, Kantou Manji Rindou x Reader

Description: Visiting your two favorite boys in the cold of winter, seeking affection and warmth. Rindou gets a bit jealous of his older brother. Ran's mean to you at first.

Notes: This was originally gonna be smut but I decided I didn't want to write smut involving both the brothers this time as it made me a little uncomfortable.

Visiting younger 21 and 22 year old Ran in their shared apartment. Being able to have Rindou open the door for you, glasses sitting perfectly on the bridge of his nose as he looks at you, slightly covered in snow due to the weather. He lets you slip past him into the house, his hand coming up to brush the top of your hood and pull it down slightly as he shuts the door. It’s so cold, your hands and nose are freezing, face flushed red. “It’s so cold.” You pout and lift your hands, trying to touch Rindou’s face and hands to your frozen skin. He bats them away, face twisting into a look of distaste as he tries to avoid the cold shock. “Don’t touch me- you’re too cold.”

You give him a harsh glare, trying to wrap your bundled up arms around the grumpy twenty-one year old but he, avoiding your embrace with ease, slides past you. “I’m in a game, go annoy my brother. Ya?”. Your mouth dropped open as he rounded the corner and disappeared. Rindou wasn’t always so cruel but he had a sharp tongue on him, even so, You were still unsatisfied by his lack of care for your cold body temperature. You had wanted him to help warm you up but the older Haitani was just as good and if in the right mood, probably more willing.

You kicked your boots against the welcome mat before tugging them off your legs and padding down the hall towards the door farthest from the entrance. You barely hesitated after knocking once before opening the door, eyes landing on Ran’s lean figure curled up on his makeshift sofa at the foot of his bed, watching the glowing screen in front of him. His eyebrow raised in response to the door opening, temper ready to flare depending on who was disrupting his show and why.

When he realized it was you, his hands lazily searched for the remote, pausing the program without looking away from you, a lazy smile gracing his lips. “Nice, I could use some agreeable company.” He patted the spot next to him, beckoning youtoo his side.

Ran wasn’t always fond of company and when he was, he was usually at the end of a long weekend, holed up in his room alone, social meter finally refilled. You felt lucky to have caught him in such a cheery mood, at least in reaction to your appearance and not his brothers. You shut his door and hastily made your way towards his make shift sofa, dropping into a crawl and closing the final bit of distance between the two of you, welcoming the way he opened his arms out for you.

He was a bit harder to hug then usual due to your fluffy coat but you weren't gonna pause to pull it off, instead cherishing the way he wrapped his arms around your bulky torso and pressed his cheek to yours.

He flinched in reaction to your freezing skin, half dropping you out of his embrace and bringing one hand up to your cheeks. “Aren’t you chilly. C’mere. Take that coat off.” He reached behind him and began to tear the comforter off his already unmade bed as you struggled to squirm out of your jacket.

Once it was off, you allowed him to wrap the huge comforter around the two of you, immediately feeling the relief that his body heat and the blanket brought to your shivering form. Your body was already angled to curl up into his, his arm finding it’s way around you and pulling you into him. “You ever seen this show?” He asked, his voice close to your ear as he picked up the remote with his other hand. Making you shiver as his breathe bounced off your ear. “It’s kind of a stupid drama, but the acting is pretty funny and their are a lot of twists.” He muttered in your ear after unpausing the show.

He was right, the acting was hilarious and utterly horrible. You couldn’t help the giggles that left your lips in response to the ridged lines and horrible queues. Ran’s lips were almost always upturned in a amused smile, shifting every-once in awhile and letting his hand stroke your upper arm affectionately. Despite the horrible acting, the drama was quite entertaining, even if you had to ask a few questions. You tried to keep them minimal though, knowing Ran was the type to get irritated pretty easy. But as long as his thumb kept gently rubbing into your skin, you assumed you were in the clear.

It only took a few minutes for your positions to change, Ran wrapping his arms around your waist and dragging you up onto his lap, head resting on top of yours. You didn’t focus too hard on the show, more interested in the way his hands slid under your shirt and touched your stomachs and sides, sometimes gentle touches like a butterfly and other times pinching softly at your skin. You hated that even small touches like this had a effect on you, but you had been fairly touch starved before meeting the Haitanis deep in the night.

You remember just how scared of them you had been, walking home alone after your car battery died and none of your friends answered your calls or texts. You had failed to bring your warm winter coat that night, not considering that you'd need to leave your car or warmth of a building for long. You were practically ready to run when Rindou grabbed your arm, face lighting up in embarrassment and flushed panic as you began to scream for some kind of help.

"Hay, calm down! You just dropped your phone!", His words coming out in a rush as he lifted up his hands to show you the semi cracked phone that had fallen from your pockets. Ran was standing a few feet away with his hands in his pockets, having wanted to just take your phone and see if they could unlock or sell it off but his little brother had insisted on being a good samaritan for once.

Maybe it was the the combination of fear that this semi traumatic night had caused you and the dismay of realizing your phone and car were now damaged, but you suddenly couldn't stop the overwhelming emotion from flooding out of you. Hands flying to your face to cover your eyes. Rindou's face only darked out of more embarrassment and panick as you began to sob, eyes shutting tightly as tears ran down your cheeks.

"Why are you crying- I didn't mean to freak you out, holy shit. I'm sorry." He lifted his hands and tried to calm you down, his words jumbled and unable to calm the flood of tears streaming down your cheeks. He glanced back at his brother who was still looking semi bored, motioning towards you with pleading eyes. He had never been as good with people as his older brother had and he was hoping Ran's charm could soothe you into shutting up.

Ran stared at his younger brother then back at your shivering and sobbing form, eyes rolling up into his skull for a moment before approaching you. His hands found your shoulders in a loose hold as he bent over slightly to meet your height.

"It's okay, you must be freezing, huh?", His voice was smooth and comforting, your eyes peaking open from under your hands to look at him with blurred vision. He began to pull off his coat, leaving him in a long sleeved black shirt. His arms moved around you as he wrapped the heavy fabric around your trembling shoulders before removing his scarf as well and wrapping it around your neck. He couldn't stop the slight smile that twitched on his face, his jacket and scarf making you look bulky yet tiny.

Your hands began slid away from your face, moving to cling at the fabric and bring it tightly around you, his scent suddenly filling your nostrils. Expensive cologne mixed with the slight smell of iron floated around your nose, but compared to the salty and heavy scent of the dark street, you welcomed it.

"Must've had a rough night for you to be so shaken up, why are you out here all alone?" He questioned gently, tilting his head slightly. Rindou couldn't help but feel slightly jealous with the way his older brother has so easily soothed you, face still a light red due to the cold and embarrassment. His glasses fogging up in the harsh weather.

You sniffled and tried to swallow your emotions, tears stuck to your lashes and slowly forming into ice. You opened your mouth to speak, words sticking in your throat and ruining any response you had. Suddenly Ran lifted his hands, thumbs softly brushing away the tears on your skin and lashes, forcing you to close your eyes. "We don't need those tears to freeze over. Take your time."

You once again attempted to speak, this time your words successfully coming out to answer the tall man's question. "My car battery- it failed and I couldn't contact anyone. Then I got scared and my phones cracked-." Words spilled out of your lips, motioning towards the phone that still dangled in Rindou's hand.

Ran frowned a bit, looking genuine despite his little care for the situation. Even Rindou couldn't tell if it was real or not.

"Well then, what should we do...". Ran trailed off before glitching as his younger brother spoke up.

"We don't live far from here- you could come back with us. The snow's picking up and we could offer you somewhere to stay for the night." His words were semi rushed and even he felt stupid and regretted his overly kind offer. This wasn't usually like him and Ran looked back at him with a slightly irritated gaze, not wanting to have to take care of you for any longer than necessary.

You ended up hesitantly accepting the offer and staying at their shitty apartment, despite knowing you shouldn't go home with strangers. But part of you trusted the younger Haitani, his demeanor giving you no reason to fear him.

That night you had slept comfortably in Rindou's bed as he stayed out on the couch in the living room. He received a bitter talking to from Ran, who told him that he wasn't going to help him in babysitting you while listening to Rindou try and reason and fathom why he had even invited you back with them. Maybe he was going soft.

After that, Rindou had taken you home the next day when the snow lightened up. He once again found himself doing the unlikely and accepting the offer of giving you his phone number before awkwardly shuffling away from your front door. Your presence became slowly common in the Haitani's apartment despite Ran's initial complaints. You slowly realized that the older Haitani wasn't always the sweet and charming and that it was more of an act in the end. You had never feared someone more than him, you thought. When you accidentally woke him up or ate something of his. He'd look down at you, jaw twitching, mouth opening as if to speak before his lips tightened into a bitter line. "Thank you, It's not as if I wanted to get a good night sleep."

In opposition to him, Rindou turned out to be hot headed on the outside but soft on the inside. He managed to control his temper around you, not being able to find it in himself to be mad at you.

Over time, Ran seemed to adjust to your presence and even slowly warm up to you. He found joy in making fun of you or teasing you, leaving you sputtering or trying to throw insults back at him. He could imagine you as a small angry cat, hair bristling in response to his words but unable to do anything in response. Yet you somehow always managed to get him back in the form of bothering him, opening the door to his bedroom at night and crawling under his covers to find him. His jaw would clench in annoyance as you pulled him away from the sleep he so desired before turning to allow you to snuggle up in his form. "You're so annoying." He grunted, allowing you to squirm and find a comfortable position in his chest.

When you weren't seeking Ran's affection, you were showing your own to the younger Haitani who seemed just as touched starved as you used to be. He tensed under your hands and complained but never stopped you, deep down enjoying the comfort you provided him. For once, he felt equally appreciated as his brother. He found himself jealous at some points but you had a way of noticing and including him in every way. Despite how traumatic that night had been, slowly it became a dear memory to you, the night you had met the two most important people in your life.

Ran seemed to be enjoying the sweet alone time he was getting with you on his stupid makeshift cough, as you giggled at the stupid drama being played on the screen. But tensed up as he heard footsteps moving down the hall and approaching the door. "Should have locked it." He muttered as the door opened without a single knock, the younger Haitani looking into the room and frowning at the two of you all cuddled up. "Warm yet?" He said bitterly, earning a scrutinizing look from you, "You are the one who told me not to bother you and said I was too cold. " You mocked him, sending a grumpy frown onto his lips as he let himself in.

Ran groaned slightly, holding you tightly in his lap. "Get out of my room, runt." He spoke casually as if Rindou was under him, yet still earning a glare from you. "Hay, don't speak to him like that." Ran ignored your scolding, face blank as he stared at the screen, any amusement having faded from his lips. Despite your mocking of Rindou, you were now reaching towards him as he shut the door and approached the couch, sitting down and allowing space between him and his brother so that you could fight your way out of Ran's hold. Who decided it wasn't worth the effort and allowed you to crawl off his lap and throw your arms around his younger brother, beginning to pepper his cheeks with soft kisses. "My sweet boy." You cooed, Ran snickering slightly at your gushy affection towards his brother.

Rindou frowned, face flushing a red color due to your babying of him and his brother having a front row seat to it. "Don't call me that." He muttered, trying to push your face away, yet not putting much strength into his attempt. You placed a few more kisses on his cheeks and his nose before pulling away and smiling. "Look." You motioned, pulling Ran's attention away from the screen and holding Rindou's gaze. "I have both of my favorite boys."

#ran haitani #ran x reader #rindou x reader #rindou haitani #tokyo revengers #tokyo manji gang #tokyo revengers x reader #haitani brothers #x reader #fanfic #tokyo revengers fanfic #ran #rindou

[sweater-daddiesdumbdork]

Evening Quiet

A Curtis x Honey Drabble.

1.5k What makes a house a home? The people.

Warnings- mention of sexual activity.

Life Is Short So Make It Sweet Masterlist

Yes you were glad to be home. 

Vacationing was always nice, getting away to see someplace new was always exciting. Florida proved to be just what was needed to battle the winter chill with its sandy beaches and endless amounts of sunshine that for you and Curtis seemed a blessing. 

After battling the freezing ice and snow of Duluth, Florida’s weather seemed like summertime to the two of you. 

There were nights of firepit and beers in the backyard, lazing around on a yacht that Frank was currently working on, some shopping to be had, and the food, you were greatly missing the taco truck right about now. 

But all that said, you were glad to be home. Right now home wasn’t your third-floor apartment in downtown Duluth. It was curled up on Curtis' couch, watching a television documentary about a haunted house in Pennsylvania where the ghost team started talking about the history associated with the residence. Outside, big heavy flakes slammed against the window like they were trying to escape the cold too, but the clear glass on the picture window was keeping you and Curtis safe. 

Wrapped around your legs was the afghan off the back of the couch, Curtis’s hand was resting on the curve of your waist, his fingertips lightly grazing the bit of skin peeping from your pajamas you had spent most of the day wearing and nearby the small wood stove he used for the first floor chill was popping once in a while as the wood provided them with sleep inducing warmth. 

Your head was laid down on his thigh, the very motion of his fingers and the warmth under the blanket making your eyes slip close once in a while in complete blissful calm. 

It was settling in the way that this felt like where you were supposed to be at the end of your day. You didn’t even realize that the simple motion of letting your eyes close and give in to that feeling would make your breathing grow heavier and you completely lost track of the show. 

Curtis noticed though, because that last bit of tension seeped from you and finally you let yourself sink into his lap. He could feel the warmth of your breath’s sink into the fabric of his black jeans while sleep seemed to sneak up on you. 

He couldn’t resist letting his fingers slip further down, without any intentions other than to rub at your hip, the soothing sensation making you stretch a bit in a moan at the comforting touch he provided. His gaze stayed on the tv for the most part, being interested in the findings and history of the old homestead that actually reminded him of his own home. 

He wondered where his house's ghosts were wandering around tonight. He had heard a few creaks earlier on the stairs, which might be from the cold snapping the house's old bones outside, but it was easier to let himself think it was Wilford and Lillian appreciating what he was doing with their loved home. 

It certainly has all come back to life since you came into the picture. His weekends no longer consisted of him all alone, but you were there with your endless amounts of sewing projects and script rewrites for your drama club, working on your next science-themed project for your classroom, the scattering of your books from the living room to the upstairs nightstand where you never seemed to bring them home to finish reading and he never mentioned it simply because he liked to read them too before going to sleep. His little Honey had some erotic reading tastes that he fully intended to use on you. 

Like the recent chapter, he read the other night while you were back at your apartment gave a very detailed description of using paints in foreplay. He chuckled softly to himself imagining the painting the two of you would make, hung up for no one to know. 

His amusement with his thoughts must have woken you, cause you stirred just a bit, shifting to roll to your back and look up at him, blinking sleepily at him for a moment. “What’s funny?” 

“Oh, just thinking about how good you would look covered in paint while I was having my way with you.” Curtis said matter of factly while watching the ending of the show with his eyes half shut like he was also starting to fall asleep. 

You blinked at him a moment while his gaze drifted almost lazily down to where you were laid on his lap, the crinkle in the corner of his eyes giving away his amusement at the way your face heated up. Your brows twisted for a moment in thought as you clearly recalled reading something very similar. “Did you read my book?” 

A grin cracked on his face with a suggestive arch of his brows that said he clearly did and you gasped when he swooped down to steal a kiss from you. “Honey, you want me to kiss and tell?” 

You gave a teasing little snort as you went cross eyed staring up at him. “They are for educational purposes.” 

Curtis straightened back to a sit, his fingers dancing along your neck and massaging into your hair at the base of your scalp, it felt so good that you let yourself get slightly distracted by it. “Oh I know you are getting quite the education from it. I can’t wait to reap the benefits.” 

You again felt your face heating up, knowing exactly what things he read in your books. All the kinky little smut fests that had supposed plot lines leading up to all of them. Your hands covered your face with a groan, peeking up between your fingers. “You weren’t supposed to learn my dirty secret.” 

Curtis clicked the tv off, his features turning thoughtful at your words. “Why is that, were they something you didn’t want me to see Honey?” 

“No, no, I don’t care. I’m just shocked you even took an interest in my pile.” You gave a little shrug while giving a yawn and cuddling in closer, enjoying the quiet of the wood crackling in the nearby stove and the snow gently hitting on the glass. “But…” You went a bit quiet, trying to sort through the masquerade of feelings it brought up in you that Curtis wasn’t making some snide remark about your ‘porn’. If anything, he seemed to enjoy it if he was mentally filing away scenes from it. Curtis as usual was patient, not rushing you to spit out what you were trying to say. “I like that you saw them and you’re okay with them?” 

Curtis already knew what was on your mind, you had questioned him a few times about things that he honestly never would have thought about. That your ex was such a controlling asshole to you that you still worried about him actually being mad if you did something you thought he wouldn’t care for. His features softened towards you. “Honey, I am always going to be okay with whatever you choose to read and want you to. You don’t ever have to hide them from me. It’s like the toys, I encourage it.” 

Any apprehension seemed to melt away when you got that confirmation from him, moving to ease yourself up. Curtis's arms shot up in a stretch while giving a yawn. “But tonight, I’m crashing early so no smut reading for me. Gotta do snow cleanup before leaving for the yard in the morning.” 

Your hand reached out for his, helping him off the couch. “Meet you upstairs?” 

“Go on up, I'm just gonna tend this fire and make sure the house is closed up for the night.” He tugged you in close for a second to steal a kiss and then released you towards the stairs. 

As you started up the old creaky stairs, with the various pieces of artwork and old photographs of his family hanging along the hallway leading towards Curtis’s bedroom, your pile of sewing materials piled on the bottom step amid some of Curtis's clothes that needed patching, to the kitchen where you could hear Curtis opening the cupboard above the stove that held all your teas and honey, out of the corner of your eye you saw the cover of one of your books on the coffee table your boyfriend takes sneak peeks at as well as his reading glasses perched atop of the cover, this old house with its stories that you were starting to become a part of and the man who would follow right behind you because he always tried to do what he said he was going to do, these things were starting to feel like home more then that drafty old apartment you had crashed landed in after you restart your life to get away from your ex. 

This was becoming where your heart belonged.

#curtis and plus!sized reader #curtis and honey #life is short so make it sweet #curtis x reader #curtis x plus sized reader #curtis and reader #curtis everett au #snowpiercer au #chris evans characters #soft fluff #curtis everett fluff #amber writes #sweater writes

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me, my boyfriend, and my 37 plushies - lifeweaver [p. niran]

summary; ah yes, me, my s/o and their 37 named plushies...

genre/extra tags; one shot/drabble(?), fluff, slight comedy, lifeweaver is a plant dad, reader is a plushie parent, silly things ensue ig

[gender neutral! reader]

word count; 326

a/n; haven't played ow in few, stopped playing a little bit before when the eldritch horror bp released and i havent looked back. so sorry that this was late. hope you enjoy

it wasn't hard to believe that you loved something so sweet and plush. your friends knew you love for all things cute, soft, and everything in between. and a plushie was the best example of cute, soft and everything you loved. well, mostly everything...

"niran."

"y/n."

"hear me out, niran. i need this." you hold your phone up to him, the screen bright and shining as it shows a plushie you have not obtained yet.

"what about your other little guys?" niran vaguely gestures to the pile of plush animals and inanimate objects all cuddled up in a corner of the bed.

"but look at 'em!" you almost push the phone closer into his face but he stops by holding your wrist gently with a tired grin. "it's so cute!" the plushie of your favorite animal remains on the screen as niran gives you a look. "it even comes with a matching blanket. a matching blanket, niran!" you swipe to the right, briefly glancing at the screen to make sure you're swiping correctly.

"my love, you have so many plushies and blankets that we would be hotter than the sun in winter."

"please niran. it's not that bad." you huffed. "i don't get mad at you and your sun room garden when you add another plant to the collection."

"that's different."

"is it, niran?"

you two have a stare off before you kiss him softly, putting him out of his stare.

"last one for this month, i promise." you tried to convince though you both were sure that you would want to buy another one before the end of the month.

he takes in a breath for a moment before letting out a heavy sigh. he's caving in.

"fine."

he caved in.

"i love you so much, niran. you know that? i'll even care for your plants this weekend."

"i love you too but i don't think you and my plants get along well."

"hey!"

#overwatch 2 #overwatch x reader #lifeweaver x reader #overwatch lifeweaver x reader #lifeweaver ow #overwatch lifeweaver #overwatch 2 x reader

[jungwonie-bae]

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ A love story between us ♪。·*. (teaser)

Sunghoon x fem!reader , reader is working in high school, reader is referred as she

genre- fluff, love at first sight trope, strangers to lovers,

word count- 0.7k 【705 words】 (real one maybe 5-6k words)

warnings- (this is not really a warning, but the season is winter) I’m so sorry, but more grammatical errors 😭

a/n- this is a little drabble for you guys yay and it might take a while

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7:02 am.

Today was the weekend, and the cafe was quiet. You’ve already cleaned and wiped all the tables, and started the coffee machines. Today was going to be another busy day. The cafe always opens at 7:30 sharp, so you had enough time to grab the new stack of cups, and get the register ready.

your only coworker, beomgyu, always came a bit late, but got to work right away. The bell rings as he walks in, and the two of you greet one another.

As you put on your apron, you scroll on your phone to play a calming playlist on Spotify. Beomgyu puts his apron on, and opens the window for the early morning breeze to flow through.

As the bell chimes, your boss walks in. He greets the both of you, and walks into his office. You run to the door, and turn the sign, the red ink “closed” written, was now turned into “open.”

You then go back into your place as the cashier. A few minutes later, your regular customers come in.

they are quick to go, ordering and paying quickly as well.

A bit later, a group of 3 guys walk in, chatting with one another happily. While they are ordering drinks, you feel someone’s gaze as you get their orders down. You look up, and- you feel like you’ve just seen the prettiest person in your life. Time seems to slow down.

you stare at him for a few seconds, before snapping out of it to tell beomgyu their orders. Turning back to them, (the person who is ordering for the group,) you almost forgot their name.

“and what’s your name?” You ask politely.

“sunghoon, s-u-n-g-h-o-o-n,” he says, the last part of the sentence a bit mumbled. You nod, and type his name down to print onto the sticker on the cup.

you smile at him, “your order is going to be ready in a few minutes. Is this a to go, or are you staying in?”

he looks over at his friends, and they all say their staying. You nod, and they go sit down. You smile to yourself, and hurriedly make their drinks. You put a little extra love into sunghoon’s, and cap it.

beomgyu finishes the other half of the drinks. “Order for sunghoon!” You shout. He comes up to you, and grabs the drinks quickly. While he brings it over to his table, his friends tease him about something. He smiles at their antics.

Heeseung whispers, “someone has a little crush. Let’s come back here tomorrow~” Jake nods at him, and grins. Sunghoon doesn’t notice the two.

meanwhile, you were busy hoping he will come back.

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The next day, you see the familiar face once again. But today, he was alone. The name you learned from him yesterday, sunghoon, was pretty awkward trying to order his drink.

you can see he is shy, because he’s hiding his face into his scarf. Cute, you think. His order is a to-go, much to your disappointment. You make his drink as you and beomgyu switch places, now beomgyu being the cashier.

you call out sunghoons name, but this time, you write your number onto his cup. You draw a little smiley face next to your digits, and smile to yourself. I hope he texts me, you smile.

—

as sunghoon grabs his cup, he smiles at you, but stops in his tracks on his way out. She wrote her number. Wait.. she wrote her number!?! He stops himself from squealing since he was already grinning like an idiot. He was definitely going to text you later.

He hurried home to his dorm, and immediately told his friends. “See, I knew she was into you!” Jake playfully punched sunghoons arm, while wrapping his other around his shoulders.

sunghoon grins, but his smile drops soon after. “But.. how do I start the conversation..? I don’t have any experience in this..”

Jake slowly turns his head and looks at the sulking male beside him. “Are you for real..?” Sunghoon nods. “Dude! You’re an absolute loser for this! How have you not had any girlfriends with that face of yours?!?”

Sunghoon doesn’t know what to do. Will jake help him?

#sunghoon #enhypen fluff #enhypen imagines #enhypen #enha #enhypen sunghoon #park sunghoon #enhypen x reader #sunghoon x reader #sunghoon fluff #sunghoon imagines #sunghoon x you #sunghoon x y/n #enhypen jake #enhypen heeseung #engene #enhypen park sunghoon

[thisapplepielife]

✨ Fic Writing Review 2023 ✨

Thanks so much for the tags @thefreakandthehair, @wynnyfryd @penny00dreadful & @cranberrymoons! (I just waited until I was done posting on AO3 for the year.)

Words and Fics

395,176 words posted on ao3, plus another 62kish for my Steddie NaNo project that hasn't been finished/posted yet. Plus any Tumblr drabbles and other random WIPs I didn't post on AO3.

22 fics published

1 multi-chapter fic finished (Tuesday's Gone With the Wind)

1 series completed (Wildflowers...and All the Rest, 15 parts)

1 drabble collection done (Steddie Holiday Drabbles, 30 parts)

5 one-shots (Let the Boy Be Merry, Yours for the Weekend, King Steve, If You Only Believe & Permanent 99.)

If my sloppy math is right, that is a 132% increase on words posted in 2023 compared to 2022. (I don't predict I'll beat it in 2024. Tuesday's and Wildflowers were a lot of words, lol.)

Top 10 Fics by Kudos

Tuesday's Gone With the Wind

Let the Boy Be Merry

Yours for the Weekend

If You Only Believe

King Steve

Collection: Steddie Holiday Drabbles

You Don't Know How It Feels

Permanent 99

Wildflowers

Wake Up Time 

Fandom fic events I participated in during 2023

@steddiemicrofic

@steddieholidaydrabbles

@steddiemas

Upcoming Events and Projects for 2024

Spicy Six Winter Fanworks Challenge (Office Party Prompt)

Untitled (But Not Really) Steddie NaNo Project

Corroded Coffin Fanworks Challenge (Stay tuned!)

Maybe, Maybe...Maybe? (Digging Around in the WIP Junk Drawer)

Fic w/the Steddie-Coded Title

Here You Come Again

Reach Out and Touch Someone

Making Circles

Come As You Are

Rules & Tags below the cut!

Rules: Feel free to show whatever stats you have. Only want to show Ao3 stats? Rock on. Want to include some quantitative info instead of stats? Please do this. Want to change how yours is presented? Absolutely do that. Would rather eat glass than do this? Please don’t eat glass but don’t feel like you have to do this either.

Anyone else who wants to do this and hasn't, please do! I just waited until the end of the year, so I'm sure I'm pulling up the rear and late to the party. (What else is new?)

#fic writing review 2023 #tag games #ao3 writer #stranger things #steddie fic thoughts

[xfancyuu]

Hi lovely

I would love a “good dad aegon” something whatever you’ll like!

~ come into my _world, won't let you down. [aegon targaryen ii]

i hope you don’t mind i wrote this in both canon!verse and modern!verse. i've rly spoiled you nic, going on fanon aegon vibes and those vibes are purely me changing aegon's actions and i think you vibe with that too. pls lmk if you liked it, both are more drabble vibes! reader is afab w she/her pronouns with no appearance indicators as per but your kids have purple eyes so that's cool.

[canon(fanon)!aegon]

The marriage between yourself and Prince Aegon had made you somewhat recoil at the prospect, you had known of his reputation, even in the Iron Islands, but your father had all but dragged you down the aisle to a man who most likely wouldn't care about you or your future children.

Ten months after you had been wed, you'd given birth to your first child, a son who had been born in the winter, you were sure Aegon would not be present in either yours or your child's life, leaving the raising of him to be dealt with Septa's and the like. It had surprised you to see the Prince take on such an active role. Perhaps he like you was not happy about the match but also viewed your child the same way you did — your own. At first, you had wondered how he'd react when the child had almost all of your features except his eye colour, he had got the purple eyes you so deeply adored.

It hadn't crossed your mind that Aegon would have sought out your child, especially so late into the night — you had assumed the man would have been drunk, he drank so much you often feared for him, though the seven-month-old babe was content as far as you could see, he was babbling to his father and while you felt as though you were being intrusive on such a tender father-son moment it had warmed your heart.

Aegon's voice was low and soft as he rocked the babe, your heart had fluttered as you watched on, not wanting to disturb the serene moment. Though it seemed you hadn't been as stealthy as you intended, as Aegon had looked up at you, most likely expecting a wet-nurse or someone from the council coming to disturb him.

He hadn't expected to find you or the nervousness that had possessed him, "would you like me to leave?" he'd asked as he switched from High Valyrian to the common tongue.

"Do you want to leave? Do you want me to leave?" You had asked, still standing in the doorway, ready to leave if Aegon chose to not have you within his presence.

"Both of those questions will get the same response from me — everything is easier when I'm in his presence." Aegon responded, alleviating your worries.

You hadn't spoken, instead you sat down on one of the chairs near the fire, it was wonderful seeing Aegon dote on your child, talking to him in interchanging High Valyrian and Westrosi, you doubted you would be believed if you had told another soul of his attitude towards both you and your child. Perhaps it was in the moments of sober clarity that he realised his need to be loved and for his family to care about him, but you rarely saw him drunk — that theory had felt unfounded.

Whether Aegon would continue to act this way or he would act as though his reputation deemed him to you wouldn't know, all you could hope is that your son had never found out the words spoken in hushed whispers about Aegon. You knew for certain you were happy in this moment of tranquillity, with the only sounds going through your head being the background noise of fire and your husband speaking. It had drifted you off into a slumber, content with life.

[modern!aegon]

Long gone were the days when Aegon slept in on a weekend — his children wouldn't let him. Trading in the late night drives in his golden Toyota Supra he had named Sunfyre going at speeds which should have ended less favourably than they did for Saturday picnics in the park with his wife and children.

The prospect of being happy with his current life was a strange thought process to Aegon, he wasn't particularly monogamous in his youth and children weren't high on his priority list but looking at his children enjoying themselves — even if it was technology based which you complained about one too many times, he wouldn't have had it any other way.

"Earth to Aegon." Your hand was in front of his face, trying to gain his attention, "Did you listen to a word I just said?"

"Something about champagne and peaches?" Aegon had guessed, though with the look you threw him, he was certain he was wrong. "Nothing of the sort, then?"

"Not even close." You laughed, taking a bite of the strawberry within your hand, "I said I enjoy doing this with you... even if you don't pay attention to me." Your teasing of him had brought a smile to his lips,

"You're gonna be the death of me, y/n." Aegon couldn't complain about the topic for long, as soon as he finished his sentence, you had shoved a strawberry into his mouth.

"If you do choose to die, please do so quietly." With that, you had run off to chase your youngest child while Aegon watched on. His life trajectory had never been to what he has now. He couldn't imagine loving somebody more than himself, to actually genuinely care for somebody, but having two sons had changed him.

It was these type of moments that he appreciated the most, between the picnics, the mini-golf adventures in which his kids would decide to attack each other with golf clubs, the slow moments where you'd watch movies, and they'd be in awe, when his children decided to annoy Aemond and Alys' children which reminded him so much of his own youth. His favourite moment had happened when he was on holiday. It was sunset and you and your kids were passed out, it had made him realise how much he truly enjoyed the life he lived, how his children were so well cared for and how much he vowed himself to never be like his own father, the one who allowed the favouritism to almost destroy his family.

He was more than terrified he'd end up like his own father. The hatred he felt inside towards him and his indifference and noticeable absence within his life. With the way Aegon was from his personality to his addictions and vices, he had shocked himself with how present and in the moment he had lived his life. He was shocked at how much he wanted to be involved in with his children's lives, at how much joy and positivity they could bring to him, at how effortless they were to be around. He knew it wouldn't last forever, but he would cherish it while he could — even if that meant staring after his wife and youngest son were tumbling in the grass and all that could be heard from his older son were the sounds from whatever game he was playing.

hope u enjoyed this nic and i hope i gave you what you were looking for! crossposted on ao3 under the name hedonism!

#aegon targaryen #aegon x reader #aegon targaryen x reader #prince aegon #aegon ii targaryen #aegon ii x reader #aegon ii fic #hotd aegon #hotd x reader #hotd imagine #asoiaf x reader #asoiaf imagine #modern!aegon #c; req #kinda character studied aegon for the modern au ver lmao #fanon!aegon #100% not canon