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I’m dedicating this drabble to a very close friend of mine
Hope you enjoy it, my dear
You shifted your position in your bed, laying on your back and trying to find a comfortable position to fall asleep. It shouldn't be this hard to get some rest and it, in fact, wouldn’t be if it weren’t for the bright lights coming from the notebook screen. You sighed, turning to your side, pushing some of the plushies off the bed, and started to whine.
“Shoto, come on… let’s sleep, please,” you cried out, hoping to get some of your boyfriend’s attention.
“U-uh, yeah, in a minute, babe,” he spoke hurriedly, barely making eye contact before looking back at the screen, focusing on his game again. You groaned, as it was the third time you heard the same thing.
You didn’t like to be the party killer and you knew how much he liked it, but it was already past midnight and you could feel your eyes hurting from looking at those lights. How was he even bearing it being that close to the skin?
Laying on your stomach, you tried to ignore it, block the brightness and the noise with pillows and blankets. Taking a deep breath and trying to relax, but the faint sound of his fingers on the keyboard felt like a direct taunt.
“Shoto, come to bed. Now,” you muttered, giving him his last chance to make the right choice. This time, much to your surprise, it seemed like your words landed deaf on his ears. That was it.
You looked around, staring at the plushies around the bed and picking your victim without giving it much thought. Aiming carefully, you threw it at Shoto, making the plush hit him right at the head, making the boy let out a surprise gasp.
Before he could even protest, you grabbed the chair arm and pulled it, making it spin around and Shoto looked at you, with fear and confusion mixed into his look.
“Is your mic open?”
“N-no? I was playing by mysehEHE- AHAha, nohoh!”
You didn’t waste a second before shove your hands into his sides, clawing mercilessly at the spot. You dug your fingers on his lower ribs, making him throw his head back in a loud fit of laughter.
“W-why- ahAHAh, plehehease! No tihihickling, bahahabEHEhehe!” Shoto giggled, shaking his head like a madman while he tried to pry your hands off his body.
“Huh, “babe”?” You grinned, climbing your hands up to his ribs and making him almost kick you out of reflex, “That’s what you have to say after ignoring me?!”
“I’m sohohorry! Plehehease, stahAHahap,” he giggled, scrunching up his nose and closing his eyes as hard as he could, feeling his limbs going weaker from all the laughing. However, you could tell the moment where panic kicked in as soon as your hands reached his underarm.
“NOHOHOT THEHEHERE!!” He cried out, cackling as he tried to plead for your mercy.
Shoto, at that moment, hoped his body would melt into the chair just so he could move away. He was cornered, trapped since the first second you laid your hands on him and, to make things worse, it wasn’t like he could escape.
After torturing him with what he would - dramatically - call a “murder attempt”, you stopped moving your fingers, lightly tapping at the spot to keep him giggling.
“Sho~to,” you started, almost singing your words, “would you be a good boy and come to bed with me, hm?”
“Y-yehehe- AHAha, p-plehehease, no mohore!” You chuckled, seeing how much he was squirming from a single poke on his underarm.
“I didn’t quite hear you, what did you say?”
“I wihihill!! Bahahabe, plehehease!”
“That’s better,” you sighed pleased, taking your hands away and placing them on your waist as you watched him recover himself. Once everything was off, you gladly waited for him to snuggle close to you under the blankets, teasing him with a victorious grin on your cheeks.
“You are mean…” Shoto muttered, pouting as he rested his chin on top of your head.
“It’s not my fault you are so stubborn, but thankfully you are ticklish just as much,” you giggled as he whined. You hugged each other while the silence took over all the noises and, finally, you could finally have your good night of sleep.
#300 followers#milestone event#drabble event#vtuber tickling#shxtou#shonlyfans#artoftherogue#shxtou tickling#shxtou x reader#ler!reader#lee!shxtou#ticklish!shxtou#vtuber
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"Stop pretending that you’re fine! You need first aid!" with Levi obvi. You can do either one saying it 😗
drabble me up, Scotty 👉🏻👉🏻 (sorry that sounded funnier in my head I'm gonna leave now)
DRABBLE ME UP SCOTTY 💀💀
send me some drabble prompts!
First Aid | Canonverse Fluff Drabble
✧ word count ➼ < 500
✧ notes ➼ canonversef, protective!levi
Expeditions were dangerous. You knew this. Levi knew this. He regularly tried to keep you from going on them, but you were stubborn and you were another soldier in the Survey Corps, so he technically didn't have any real way of stopping you.
You felt an overwhelming need to prove him wrong and that you didn't need his protection on the battlefield. Unfortunately, that stubbornness ended up exposing you to careless mistakes and before you knew it, you were flying through the sky after getting yanked out of the air from a Titan grabbing onto your mobility gear.
Luckily, you were able to detach and adjust before you got slammed into the ground, but you still found yourself flying through the trees at speeds too fast for you to comprehend.
You felt a strong pair of arms catch you as you were flying through the sky, gradually slowing down your fall so that you didn't end up sliding against the rough terrain. When you were able to finally reorient yourself and open your eyes, you saw a pair of intense, but worried gray eyes staring back into yours.
Your entire body hurt. You were all scratched up and you felt a stinging pain in your side, accompanied by the warm, wet feeling of blood seeping through your shirt. It wasn't anything fatal, but it was bleeding quickly enough to quickly bring a worry to Levi's eyes.
"P-Put me down, Levi," you muttered. He was currently carrying you bridal-style after catching you.
He gave you a skeptical look but slowly lowered your legs so that you could stand.
However, you quickly stumbled, barely able to put weight onto your legs without your entire ribcage in addition to the wound on your side screaming in pain. Levi quickly caught you, having expected this.
"Let's get you back to base," he said quietly.
"But what about the others?" you asked, referring to the other Scouts that were working on clearing the area you were previously in.
"They're capable and more importantly: not injured. We're getting you back to base," he said sternly.
You scowled at him.
"I'm fine, Levi, I can still help-!!!"
You stumbled forward and he had to catch you again.
"Tch, quit pretending that you're fine, _____!" he scolded, getting irritated at how stubborn you were. "You need first aid."
You were breathing heavily as you felt the pain reverberating throughout your body.
"...Fine," you eventually admitted, "but this doesn't say shit about my ability to be on the battlefield."
Levi gave you a wary look.
"I wasn't going to say that it did. Is that why you've been recklessly charging into shit?"
You glanced away, frowning.
"You're such a dumbass," he said with an eye roll. "I never said you were incapable, just reckless."
He glanced at you as a slight pout formed on your face.
"Now let's get your reckless ass back to base so I can get you patched up."
#protective leviiiiiiiiii#drabble event#levi x reader#levi ackerman x reader#levi heichou x reader#captain levi x reader#levi fluff#levi#levi ackerman#levi heichou#captain levi#attack on titan#aot#shingeki no kyojin#shingeki no kyoujin#snk
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Divorce, but Rhaenyra’s still fighting for them and Alicent finally gives them another chance
full disclosure: i listened to taylor swift’s ‘dress’ while writing this
“Mrs Hightower—‘
“It’s Ms Hightower, Coleen.”
The young assistant gulps. “Yes. Of course. I’m so sorry—“
Alicent sighs. “What is it, Coleen?”
“Well,” the man - the boy, really, just a wisp over twenty one - falters, clasping his thin fingers together. He really tries, bless his heart. It can’t be easy being an assistant to them both. Not that Alicent had any say in that.
“Well?” She prompts him when it becomes clear he won’t follow up.
Coleen gulps again. “Mrs Targaryen is here for her scheduled meeting.”
Of course she is.
Alicent sighs again, glancing at the clock. “You how, technically, she is also Ms Targaryen,” she points out, unnecessarily and largely rhetorically. “Just - let her in, and you may go. I mean it, Coleen. It’s a quarter past six, why are you still here?”
“Mrs Targaryen - I mean, Ms Targaryen — she really insists on being addresses as Mrs, you know, “ Coleen babbles, his face growing more and more red with each word, and - Gods, she really needs to make it easier for the lad. At the same time, perhaps Coleen would feel more comfortable with a different manager.
“Fine,” she cuts him off just before he’s seemingly about to hyperventilate. “Please send her in.”
Coleen barely squeaks out a goodbye as he dashes out of her office. An exact minute later, the self-proclaimed Mrs Targaryen waltz in like she owns the place - which, she will, in a couple of years at most.
Alicent doesn’t even lift her head from the printed out financial reports. “I would appreciate it if you got right to it, Rhaenyra,” she says, her voice neutral. “I was hoping to finish early.”
Her ex-wife - and current headache - cocks her head to the right, looking very much like a very naughty, very self-assured puppy. “Oh? Have a hot date or something of the sorts?”
“Not that it’s any of your business since we’ve signed those papers,” Alicent retorts, finally meeting Rhaenyra’s twinkling blue eyes, “but no. The only ‘hot date’ I have is myself.”
That stupid smirk. “Speaking from personal experience,” Rhaenyra drawls, quietly, “it’s arguably the hottest date you’ll ever have.”
Alicent sighs. Again. Seems like all she does lately is fucking sigh. “Rhaenyra.”
“Alicent.”
“Is there an actual point to this charade, or are you simply exploiting another opportunity to harass me?”
At that, Rhaenyra looks actually hurt; Alicent hates how the look on her stupid handsome face makes something deep within her chest twinge with guilt.
A second passes, and it’s gone. Rhaenyra clears her throat and speaks. “I do have a work-related reason for this meeting, believe it or not. Spending time with you is just an added bonus.” Before Alicent can scoff and retort, Rhaenyra’s face grows serious. Actually serious. “I need your help.”
Despite the sincerity of Rhaenyra’s gaze, Alicent snorts. “What could I possibly help you with?”
“Financial fraud,” Rhaenyra says quietly. At Alicent’s frozen expression, she snorts. “Not committing it, obviously. But.” She glances around, which is honestly ridiculous considering thy are in a closed, very private office. “Look - I have reason to believe the Stepstones documents are… murky, at best. I need a trained eye to take a look at them.” Blue eyes search hers, earnest and serious for once. “You’re the best in the field. And, more importantly, you have my absolute trust.”
Alicent can’t hold back a scoff. “Wish I could say the same,” she mutters under her breath.
Rhaenyra hears. Judging by her tense jaw, she hates that remark. Yet, impressively, she lets it slide. “I can’t order a full-scale audit because they’ll just cover it up before it even starts. It can’t be anything official at this point. It has to be quiet. But if I’m right…” Alicent watches as Rhaenyra takes a deep, steadying breath. “That would mean enormous proceedings. Might mean actual sentences for some people. I’m barely holding Daemon back, at this point, but we’re running out of time — ”
“Gods,” Alicent interrupts her, with a roll of her eyes. “Daemon is involved?”
“I couldn’t very well take it to my father, now could I?”
“Could have been a wiser choice. Actually, let me rephrase that. Anyone but Daemon would have been a wiser choice.”
“Well. I’m taking it to you, aren’t I?”
Gods. She could never truly say no to Rhaenyra’s begging gaze. Unless your marriage was involved.
Alicent swallows, and pushes that thought back to the back of her mind. “Fine. I’ll take a look,” she half-says, half-warns as Rhaenyra’s whole face lights up. “That’s it. And if it turns out to be a fluke, you owe me.”
Blue eyes are alight with badly hidden longing. “I’ll owe you either way.”
//
Rhaenyra absolutely set this up on purpose.
“I can quite literally find out if there’s any discrepancies if you get me excel files of all this,” Alicent points out, brow arched as she takes a look at all of the paper folders currently flooding her desk. “It would take me about an hour. Most of the work would be done by my laptop.”
Her ex-wife blinks at her.
“We don’t have access to those,” she says, innocently. “If Laena tries to download them, we’ll be breaking the law, too, won’t we?”
Not really - at least not to any serious extent, Alicent doesn’t think. But it’s the sight of Rhaenyra clutching a folder in one hand and their takeout sushi in the other, suit jacket unbuttoned and tie skewed.
Don’t lie to yourself, at least. Lie to anyone but yourself, Alicent.
She sighs. “Fine. Let’s just get to it.”
//
Rhaenyra starts her old song as early as their second night together, spent hunched over historical Stepstones reports. “You were always a vision in green, you know.”
Alicent throws a chopstick her way without looking. “Do shut up, darling.”
//
She doesn’t shut up. But Alicent should’ve known. And she had, really - had known all along what she had signed up for, why she has signed up for it, even.
She just hasn’t anticipated, in all honestly, for this to blow over this spectacularly.
“I was willing to work through this!” Rhaenyra all but shouts, jaw locked and fists clenched, top buttons of her shirt undone. Angry, aggressive, attractive. “You were the one who served me papers—“
“—After two years of neglect,” Alicent hisses right back. “Two years, Rhaenyra. Two years I stood by you and watched you self-destruct with no end in sight. You’d disappear for weeks, and then come back looking half-dead. You wouldn’t listen to me no matter how I tried, and so - I stopped trying.”
For almost a minute, no one speaks. Alicent’s breath is ragged, and heavy, like it used to be back when they’d get into this. Rhaenyra is frozen, unmoving.
Then, she swallows. “I want to try,” she says, quiet and - pleading, almost. The silver of her hair is escaping her simple updo, and Alicent has to fight the urge to reach out and tuck it behind her ear. “I know - I know I was an absolute arsehole throughout this entire ordeal, but - I just,” she grins that self-deprecating grin that never failed to make Alicent want to soothe it with her lips, and really, is there even a point in fighting about this? “I can’t do this without you. Or - really, I can, but I don’t want to. You’re the only one I’ve ever really wanted. The only thing I ever truly needed was being with you.”
And really, how is a woman supposed to turn that down?
Well, quite easily, of course, if it were simply that. But it’s not. For the past year, Rhaenyra has been consistently stepping up. From rehab to finally taking the rightful reins and accepting responsibility at Viserys’s company - being a pain in Alicent’s arse in the process notwithstanding - she’s been proving herself.
And even if she hadn’t, Alicent has simply missed her wife too much to say no to this improved version of her.
//
It’s somewhere around round number three that Alicent finally figures it out.
“The contractor companies,” she all but pants as Rhaenyra slowly nuzzles her neck, revving her up for round four. It's entirely unfair just how well she knows her body. “Rhaenyra. Wait. It’s not the income versus profits. It’s in the third-party payouts.”
Rhaenyra’s sharp lips form the most textbook pout known to humankind. “Really,” she states more than asks. “You’re thinking about that now?” To further demonstrate her point, she digs her fingers into the flesh of Alicent’s naked hips under the hiked pencil skirt.
Alicent gasps. And, after a quick yet wonderfully deep and dirty kiss pressed to Rhaenyra’s pout, she pushes her ex-wife off of her.
“Oh, come on,” Rhaenyra complains, half-heartedly, but Alicent is already on her feet, back to her renewed mission.
“Hush, you,” she throws over her naked shoulder. “You’ll get to have me as many times as you’d like once we head home.”
Strong arms circle her waist while she pours over the papers with new determination.
“Home,” Rhaenyra murmurs. “I quite like the sound of that. Would you like your mushy peas now, my love?”
She presses a distracted kiss to Rhaenyra’s brow. “Yes, please. Thank you, darling.”
“Also - see? It wasn’t just a ruse to get you back.”
Alicent rolls her eyes at that, sparing her - ex? - wife an impatient glance. “As if you’d need a ruse,” she says. “I only agreed because I clearly knew where this would end up.”
“With me knuckles deep inside y—“
“Peas, please. Now.”
It’s only after another deep kiss that Rhaenyra wills herself to saunter off, a self-satisfied smirk firm on her lips. “I am deeply and irrevocably in love with you, Alicent Hightower,” she says, as they part. “Just so you know. Thought I’d make that perfectly clear.”
“Oh,” Alicent says.
“Shall I swing by your favourite chippy, too?”
“Gods,” Alicent sighs. “You really do love me.”
That stupid, lovely smirk. “I really, really do.”
By the time Rhaenyra’s back, Alicent has it all figured out. As a thank you, Rhaenyra keeps her up till sunrise.
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Zachary Ezra Rawlins sits on the steps of the New York public library, settled comfortably between Patience and Fortitude. In his lap he holds two bouquets of flowers.
The first is a dozen red roses- one for each year, plus or minus a few.
The second is a dozen stories, folded into flowers, lovingly and carefully chosen specifically for the joy they would bring their recipient upon the long-awaited unfolding.
It is 12:59, and he is getting rather impatient, though he knows his date will arrive right on schedule, as always.
Then: 1am.
Zachary looks up.
Dorian is here.
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for ur new event!! xiao saying prompt 30 + 48, gn!reader pleaseee :D thank u
hello! thanks for submitting this, sorry it took so long!! this is so short (sobs)
sorry if xiao's a little ooc, it's my first time writing him i believe!
reader is gender neutral with they/them or no pronouns used. specific physical descriptors of reader are not used! reader has a nightmare, but it's nothing graphic.
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"Xiao! Don't leave me here alon-"
"Foolish mortal. Know your place. You're hardly worthy of saying my name, let alone actually being with me."
"XIAO!"
You bolted upright in your bed, tears starting to flow down your cheeks. You covered your face with your hands as shaking sobs escaped your body, absolutely terrified of the nightmare you had just experienced. Although it was merely a dream, it felt like a sign of so much more.
"Xiao... don't leave me here," you whispered amongst your sobs, feeling his presence around you only moments after you had uttered his name.
"Why are you crying." It was more of a statement than a question, Xiao's confusion to human emotions nothing new.
"It's..." you hesitated to tell him the real reason, worried about what he would say. "Just.. nightmares."
"About what."
"You... leaving me."
He stood there in shock for a moment, trying to process what you had just said. A dream so vile had dared cross your mind? Xiao would never think about leaving you, he loved you far too much for that to happen. He stood there awkwardly, unsure of what to do as your sobs returned to shake your body. Xiao reached out a hand and patted your head. "There.. shush your crying now. You're okay."
"I just..." another sob escaped your throat. "I can't.. even thinking about it.."
He recalled reading about couples comforting each other, and sat next to you on the bed, pulling your figure into him to lay on his lap as he calmly stroked your cheek and wiped away your tears. He prayed to the archons that this was the right thing to do, voice uncharacteristically soft as he reassured you. "It's okay to cry."
Your tears gradually stopped falling, and Xiao reached for your hand and pressed a gentle kiss to your wrist, touches feeling as light as the air he wielded. "Nobody can hurt you. Not with me here."
#aethxr writes#50 follower event#xiao#xiao genshin impact#xiao x reader#gn!reader#gn reader#xiao genshin x reader#drabble#drabble event#fluff#genshin impact
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happy birthday, jess! ✨
↳ a hobi drabble event
hello, friends! this saturday, july 22nd, one of my favorite people in the whole universe has a birthday! yes, that’s right: @the-boy-meets-evil has taken another lap around the sun.
just as i did a few months ago, i am asking for your help in celebrating. because i live (and love) to torture jess, i am hereby accepting any hobi requests you may have!
as always:
please see my request guidelines page for a list of content i will not write or engage with.
otherwise, requests can be any genre, trope, idea, etc. you can be as vague or as detailed as you want!
do not send me any explicit requests if you are under the age of 18. i know there’s no way to verify this if requests are sent anonymously, but i am asking any minors to please respect my boundary on this.
i will attempt to make these true drabbles, i.e. under 1k words.
although i’d love to complete everyone’s requests, sometimes inspiration is a fickle mistress and some are easier than others. if yours does not get completed, it’s truly nothing personal, and i save all requests in my inbox in case inspiration strikes randomly.
i will accept requests through the 24th and begin posting them on that day as well. depending on how many i receive, i might be posting through the rest of the month.
two more things: 1) i encourage any and everyone to join me in celebrating jess, so i would love it if you accepted hobi requests of your own! she deserves to suffer; 2) i will also be accepting any and all hobi fic recs you may have! hobi x reader or hobi x member are both welcome—i will make a masterlist of anything that gets sent in.
[ finally, happy birthday, jess! i love you to the moon and back and am so lucky to be your friend. i hope you have the worst-best day! 💖 ]
#hoseok x reader#jhope x reader#bts x reader#bts fanfic#hoseok fanfic#bts imagines#hoseok drabble#hoseok imagine#jhope fanfic#jhope imagine#drabble event#jess's birthday event
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ᴅʀᴀʙʙʟᴇ ᴇᴠᴇɴᴛ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ
M = Mature | A = Angst | F = Fluff
WOOSAN - PROMPT #2 & #12 [M]
WOOYOUNG - PROMPT #3, #4 & #13 [M]
WOOSANHWA - PROMPT #6 [M]
MINGYU - PROMPT #3 & #11 [M]
#drabble event#smut event#ateez#ateez smut#nct#nct smut#svt#svt smut#ateez masterlist#nct masterlist#svt masterlist
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happy birthday, jewel! 💕
↳ a jin (and jeonghan) drabble event
today, one of my absolute favorite people in the world is celebrating a birthday. i'm so thankful for our friendship and what better way to celebrate another turn around the sun for my beloved @ugh-yoongi than a drabble event? (i'm hoping to inflict half as much pain on her as she does on me) so send me a request for jin (or jeonghan because we're multis at heart) here.
some guidelines:
please do not send requests if you're under 18. i know i can't verify this, but you shouldn't be here anyway!
i don't write any dark fic on the more extreme side such as: rape, noncon/dubcon, yandere, sexual assault, abuse, graphic violence, incest, etc. or any kink that's on the more extreme side
any pairing is fine, or you can leave it up to me, but it should include jin.
or, because i'm a multi at heart, you can also send jeonghan requests.
i am going to try to keep this under 1k, but inspiration is a weird thing.
requests are open until oct. 28th, but i will try to start posting them this coming week!
finally, please feel free to also accept jin requests for jewel's birthday. she's such an amazing human and i would love to see other people torture her (affectionately) along with me.
in conclusion, happy birthday to jewel! i love you a lot and i'm so thankful we became friends and we get to do stupid shit together.
drabble masterlist
you can't even say it - seokjin x gn!reader, 1.3k words, fluff
#jewel's birthday event#jin x reader#seokjin x reader#jin fanfic#jin imagine#jin x you#bts fanfic#bts imagines#seokjin imagine#jeonghan x reader#jeonghan x you#jeonghan fic#drabble event
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100+ follower event ♡
EVENT CLOSED
thank you to everyone who has participated!
i’ll aim to complete the rest of your requests this month, but keep in mind that i’m starting/still figuring out my next steps in education, so i’ll probably be quite busy and there may be delays, in which case i will let you know.
your patience and understanding is really appreciated and thank you again to those who have supported me and/or sent in a request<3
i never thought i’d actually be doing one of these, but here i am, at 100+ followers!? i was honestly quite shocked when i reached 50, but to think there’s twice as many of you now? it literally blows my mind, so thank you! i know it’s not a huge milestone but it means a lot to me and to celebrate, i’ve decided to do this request event!
this is my first time doing something like this and i don’t want to overwhelm myself, so the event will close after 10 requests and they’ll just be drabbles/short oneshots (200-800 words) — though i may be open to doing more, if i get that many and feel up to it! i’m not sure how long they’ll take me, but i’ll post updates on my progress.
below you’ll find more info and some rules about the event, so please read everything if you are interested in participating<3
reblogs are appreciated!
rules
sfw only
1 character per request and up to 2 requests per person
i prefer writing gender neutral and (relatively) ambiguous readers, so please don’t ask for specific characteristics
please refer to my general writing rules for what themes/content i do and don’t write
i’d prefer if you were following me but that’s not a requirement
i may decline your request (e.g. if it makes me uncomfortable or doesn’t abide by my rules)
if you have any questions, send me an ask!
characters
armin arlert
eren jaeger
mikasa ackerman
levi ackerman
hange zoë
genres
fluff
angst
hurt/comfort
prompts
gentle
bouquet
dawn
balcony
stereo
rain
party
dessert
moon
warmth
gift
blanket
pearls
dream
drive
teacup
garden
photograph
movie
haircut
TAKEN REQUEST SLOTS 10/10
in your request, please include a character, a genre and a prompt, AU OR trope!
you can also specify if you’d like it to be platonic or romantic and set in canon or a modern AU. if not specified, i’ll choose romantic and the setting i think fits.
examples:
hi! could i have a platonic hurt/comfort drabble for levi with the prompt ‘blanket’?
for the event, i’d like a fluffy childhood friends to lovers drabble for armin in canonverse!
can i request an angst drabble set in modern AU for eren with the ‘rain’ prompt?
for your follower event, i’d like to request a fluff drabble set in a flower shop AU with florist!hange
at the end of the event, i’ll make a mini masterlist of all the completed requests. you will also be able to find them, and any other event posts/updates, under the tag #{♡} juno’s 100+ event !!
thank you again to everyone who has followed me, reblogged, commented on and supported my writing! i’m looking forward to your requests<3
#boosts appreciated#!!!#100 followers#follower event#follower milestone#drabble requests#drabble event#request event#aot requests#x reader#aot x reader#snk x reader#aot fanfiction#snk fanfiction#{♡} juno’s 100+ event !!
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Drabble Event Bonus Day
A/N: After so much time, here it is!! The drabble for the amazing friend, and super cool tumblr user, @jettori 😸 Thank you for your friendship and support, I'll treasure it forever 🥹 And thank you for the ship we chose... you really wanted to give me a gift, huh? (Let's say that I like those characters A LOT... for reasons) Ti mando un grande abbraccio e tanti biscotti 💚🤍❤️ (I'm sending you a big hug and lots of cookies)
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"Oh please, keep up with your sassy comments and see where it gets you." Kuroo said with a fake-sweet and sassy tone to the younger guy who was helping him with the cleanup. Bokuto and Akaashi had decided to not join them for that special training session because they thought that training more before dinner was already enough.
Actually Akaashi, helped by the rest of his team, made Bokuto give up on that idea and go to bed. No one wanted to know how cranky the ace could get without resting properly...
"Is it sass, though? I'm just telling the truth here..." Tsukishima said, completely unaffected by his senpai's indirect threat. The rooster-head just chuckled to himself and went on with his cleaning tasks, keeping up the playful banter with the blond.
However at a certain point, he just decided it was enough. When the taller boy said something about him being Kenma's mom, he just knew he had to take drastic measures. He quietly approached the clueless teen and suddenly jabbed his side, which earned him a jump from his kouhai.
Tsukishima glared at him with a surprised and slightly nervous expression and he glared right back with a huge smirk. The ravenhead didn't advance any further, he just said two words. "Run. Now."
It was all the younger guy needed to sprint right away, trying to make a beeline for the exit. However, luck wasn't on his side, in fact he tripped on the net that was laying on the floor and even got an ankle stuck in one of the holes.
He cursed and tried to free himself, but his hands were shaking in nervousness and anticipation (although he'd rather die than admit it), so Kuroo easily managed to catch up to him. "Would you look at that? I don't even need to pin you down, you did everything by yourself~"
As soon as he saw ten wiggling fingers ominously coming his way, Tsukishima intensified his struggle, but it was all in vain. The rooster-head's hands went straight for his sides, spidering up and down trying to get a reaction out of him.
It was both hilarious and endearing to Kuroo how his kouhai squirmed and bit his lip to hold back his laughter, but he knew it wasn't going to last long. A giddy smile was already taking over his face and his breathing was getting heavier with every second.
Kuroo's intuition was correct, as soon as his fingertips prodded on the teen's ribs, the dam broke and a stream of giggles filled the whole room. "Kurohohoo stohoHOHOhop ihihit rihIHIHight nohow!!" The blond tried to bark orders, wirh scarce results, given his position and who he was talking to.
"Trying to tell me what to do, huh? What if I don't want to listen to you? What would you do?" He sassed while his hands were going up, painfully slowly, towards the poor teen's underarms. "NohoHOHoho not thehehere!! DoHOhon't yohou dahAHAHare!!" Tsukishima yelled instinctively.
"Not there? Hmmm... if you don't like me tickling you there on your ribs, I'm sure you won't mind me going up~" Before the taller guy could register and elaborate what was going on, an excruciatingly tingly sensation sent little electric jolts to each and every one of his nerve endings.
"PFFT- HAHAHAHAHA KUHUHUROO NAHAHAHAHAT THEHEHERE!! GOHOHOHO AHAHAWAHAHAHAY!!" He laughed so loudly that one might have thought he was being murdered. "Not the ribs, not the underarms... you should stop making demands, you're in no position to do so." Kuroo stated in a fake stern tone, laughing a little when no comeback came from his underclassman.
"Tell me, which one tickles more? This one?" The ravenhead poked quickly the center of his friend's left underarm, "Or this one?" He did the same with the right one, watching the blond go crazy. "NOHOHOHO OHOHONE SHUHUHUHUT UHUHUP!!"
"Oya oya oya? That's not nice... now I'll continue until you give me an answer and apologize... maybe this will teach you a lesson~" Hearing that, Tsukishima quickly said that his right armpit was more sensitive, even though it was a lie, they were both equally ticklish.
However, it wasn't enough for Kuroo to stop. He wanted an apology and he was determined to get it. Eventually, the taller guy gave in and yelled "IHIHI'M SOHOHORRY JUHUHUHUHUST STAHAHAHAHAHAP IHIHIT PLEHEAHAHAHSE"
"Oh, even a please? You must be serious then..." The rooster-head said while getting away from his underarms and freeing his ankles from the net, satisfied with how his plan of leaving it on the floor as a trap had turned out. Tsukishima just laid there, panting and getting in some much-welcomed oxygen.
When he finally recovered, he got up, refusing his senpai's help because he still had some pride left, and asked "How did you know about... you know what?" He found it strange how the Nekoma captain went straight for his worst spots even if he'd never tickled him.
Kuroo decided it wasn't necessary to tease his friend any more and answered directly "Yesterday I saw Yamaguchi poking your side when you refused to get up to do your stretching routine," He smirked, enjoying how Tsukishima's expression changed when realization hit him "and I decided to ask him more about this little weakness of yours. Poor boy, he was so intimidated that I didn't even need to corner him... he just told me what I wanted to know. He even tried to lie at some point, but he was like an open book. Apologize to him for me, I think I quite scared him." He concluded while he was exiting the gym.
Tsukishima left soon after. His knees were still a bit wobbly, but he was able to walk anyway. His cheeks were still slightly flushed, but his eyes were sparkling with evil. He went directly to his room, where he found Yamaguchi alone since everyone else was still chatting or having dinner.
The freckled boy greeted him with a smile, but his cheerful expression fell as soon as his gaze met the blond's one.
"Hey Yamaguchi, have you ever heard of the word 'betrayal'?"
#milestone event#drabble event#haikyuu tickle#lee!tsukishima#lee!tsukki#ler!kuroo#jett the cute meanie#it was supposed to be a drabble...#BUT IT HAS A BIT MORE THAN 1K WORDS#i just liked the pairing that much 😇
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A Drabble for @thehauntedair Drabble event
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“You’re still here”
Dorian whispers it reverently against his chest, a wish, a hope, and a prayer.
“Where else would I be?” Zachary responds in a voice thick with sleep, droopy eyes and warmth and wonder.
Dorian’s arms wind around Zachary and clutch him tighter, and Zachary moves his hand slowly across his back, holding, soothing, loving.
Zachary feels tears against his neck where Dorian’s eyes rest against him, and he strokes his hair softly, weaving his fingers through black and silver locks.
“You’re still here” he whispers again, in a soft and tender voice.
And Zachary says
“Yes.”
“Always.”
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well watch it, young bean! since nu:carnival is in your list, i'll be bold enough to ask for lee!olivine OR lee!edmond + ler!eiden duet 🤨
of course, only if you want. as a fan i'll be glad to see any fic for a common fandom to which you put your golden hands 🤲
AHHH HI
I mean, it was a pleasure to write this after you dragged me down this rabbit hole. I ended up choosing Edmond because... what's better than wrecking a pride tsundere knight? Heheh, hope you enjoy it!
“Let go of me this instant.”
“Come on, I’m not asking for much, Edmond…” Eiden pouted, a mischievous grin on his face as he leaned his face a little closer to the Vice-Captain.
“I’m not going to repeat myself, you imbecile,” the man hissed, staring at the brunette with daggers in his eyes.
“Eh… so scary,” with a gentle move, Eiden made sure he had the knight’s hands pinned on the wall above his head before he continued to talk, smiling, “is it that hard? All I asked for was a smile.”
Edmond could feel the heat of embarrassment reach his face when he heard the other talk so freely and carelessly with him. The Vice-Captain, however, simply huffled and turned his face away. “You are not worth it, you scoundrel.”
Eiden clicked his tongue, acting like he was offended. “Right, let’s do it the hard way, then,” he said, making Edmond wide his eyes in panic. The knight turned his head back to the brunette, trying to figure what was that about.
“W-what do you mea- hngh..! A-ah, what a-are you dohoing?!” Before he could process what Eiden said, he felt a couple of fingers gently stroking his side. Panic slowly kicked in as the gently tinglish feeling slowly spread across his middle. His lips began to twitch as the urge to giggle became stronger and stronger, making Edmond stutter as he battled to keep his reactions low.
“What else, silly? Tickling you,” Eiden cooed shamelessly into the knight’s ear, moving his hand down to target his hip, using his thumb to massage the spot right over the bone. He noticed how much Edmond battled his grip, but it was all with no avail.
“Pehervert! T-tahahake- ah! Take yohohou hands a-away frohohom me!!” He protested, letting out an embarrassed laugh despite his efforts.
“Oh, please, all I want is to see your smile, Edmon… it can’t be that hard, can it?” The brunette chuckled, enjoying the other’s struggle while slowly moving his fingers up, gently wiggling them over Edmond’s ribs.
The layer of white clothing, much to the knight’s demise, wasn’t exactly protecting his skin from the tickling. He could feel each and every touch, all of them sending shivers through his body and a feeling that resulted in that shy and awkward laughter.
“I bet you must look even hotter than when you are angry, hehe…” The brunette teased, moving his hand a little faster and making the other choke with another fit of giggles.
As the barrier finally began to crack, Edmond threw his head back, pressing it against the wall. “StoHOHop t-this, you ihihidiohot!”
“There it is,” Eiden muttered, pleased. Moving his hand a little higher, he started to poke the knight’s ribs and pinch the spot from time to time. “See? I told you it wasn’t that hard ~”
“LeHEHehet mehEHe gohOHoh- a-ahaha, noOHOh mohohore!!” Edmond protested, trying to ignore Eiden’s words, but ending up with a blush on his face regardless of his attempts. Finally having his demands heard, the brunette released Edmond’s wrists from his hold and ceased the tickling.
However, that didn’t make Eiden step back or run away. While the knight was catching up his breath, he stood close to him, placing his arm against the wall to give him some support while he kept Edmond cornered.
“W-what is it now?” The knight hissed, frowning as he stared at Eiden.
“Oh, it’s nothing… I was just admiring how pretty you look when you are angry, Edmond, especially when you are blushing like this.”
That comment made a shiver run down Edmond’s back and an even stronger shade of red took place in his face. “I’ll cut you to ribbons, you insufferable-”
“Alright, alright, I get it, hehe ~” Eiden giggled, pushing himself away from the wall and letting the knight move away. “See you around, Vice-Captain.”
“Don’t talk to me!!” Edmond shouted, huffing as he started to walk away and cursing Eiden in his thoughts.
#300 followers#drabble event#milestone event#tickle fic#nu carnival#nu carnival eiden#nu carnival edmond#nu carnival tickling#eiden x edmond#lee!edmond#ticklish!edmond#ler!eiden
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Hi Kat, I think this will be my first request for you ever! 😁
So for the Injury prompts I'm thinking number 6 with the dialogues 14 and 20.
Also could the reader be the one taking care of Levi after a pretty nasty expedition? Looking forward to your creation! ❤️
is it really?! :D i've also sucked at doing the actual scenario/hc requests in general so :'D listen school sucked and now im trying to pump out this fic and-
send me some injury prompts! :3
➼ prompt #6: staying the night in case they need your help, being asked to sleep on the bed instead of the couch/floor
➼ dialogue #14: "I... thought I lost you..."
➼ dialogue #20: "Don't even try to get up" || "Watch me!" *stumbles and falls on the ground*
✧ word count ➼ 800+
✧ notes ➼ canonverse, levi being stubborn, reader and levi being awkward in their relationship, not proofread
✧ warnings: mentions of injury
In a rare turn of events, you found yourself walking an injured Levi back to his apartment instead of the other way around. You were used to losing comrades after expeditions. Being in the Scouts basically meant being sentenced to death. You knew this, yet you still joined, and let yourself get attached.
You were silent as you helped a limping Levi get home. He had a close call—too close—with a thunder spear and found himself thrown several yards through the forest. He was okay, but was definitely beat up and needed stitching in the few places that did get torn up due to the shrapnel from the spear.
Now that he had gotten the stitching done, he just found himself in a lot of pain. You helped him through the door and sat him down on the couch in his living room, the silence unbroken.
"Could you look at me?" Levi asked quietly.
You slowly turned towards him at looked at him with an unamused expression.
"What the hell is that look for?" he asked, sounding offended.
You averted your gaze again, unsure of what to say.
"You haven't said a word on our way here," he spoke, his tone growing bitter. "If you're going to just ignore me, then fuck off and leave."
There was an excessive amount of hostility in his voice.
You responded by suddenly pulling him into a gentle hug, taking extra care to not move him too much so that you didn't cause him any more pain. You buried your face into the crook of his neck.
"I'm sorry, I just..."
Levi raised his hand and put it on your back to pull you in.
"Just what?" he said softly.
"I...thought I lost you..."
You pulled back from him, your eyes glistening from the tears that were threatening to build up. You were devastated when you heard the explosion and saw him get thrown through the air. You held the sides of his face as your eyes glanced at the scratches that had assaulted his face.
You gently pressed your lips against his, focusing on the feeling of his lips pressing against yours to remind yourself that he was still there in front of you.
"Stay with me tonight," he whispered.
You scoffed as you pulled away from him.
"You think I was going to leave your dumb ass on your own after you can barely walk home on your own?"
Your eyes softened as you saw a small pout form on his face at your comment.
"It's late," you said as you started to get up. "Let me grab you some stuff for the night so you can get settled in. Don't move."
"Tch," the pout on Levi's face quickly turned into a disapproving frown as he began to attempt to get up. "I'm not a fucking child."
"Don't even try to get up, Levi Ackermann," you scolded.
"Watch me," Levi grumbled as he pushed himself up before his ribcage screamed in pain and he ended up falling towards the ground.
You knew he was going to fall as soon as he got up, so you quickly ran over to catch him before he made contact with the floor and gently lowered him back onto the couch.
"For someone known to be Humanity's Strongest Soldier™, you sure do make stupid decisions sometimes."
Levi didn't respond and shot a glare in your direction.
"At this rate, I'm going to have to sleep in your room with you just to make sure you don't make any more dumb decisions."
He raised an eyebrow at you.
"Where else were you going to sleep?"
"Couch, probably."
"Like hell you are," Levi said with a scoff.
Although you and Levi had been seeing each other for a few weeks, you have yet to share a bed or even spend the night together. As a result, Levi even implying the act of sleeping in the same bed with you made your cheeks begin to heat up.
"Well," you began to speak as you tried to recover from the blush that was rapidly approaching on your face. "It seems more comfortable than the floor-"
"Are you serious?" Levi asked with an annoyed expression.
"About what?"
"Just get in bed with me, you fucking brat."
He averted his gaze and you noticed that his ears were slightly pink, which brought a subtle smile to your face.
"Don't make me say it again."
"Oh," you finally responded after a while after realizing that spending the night in Levi's bed was not a hypothetical and that he was actually asking you to.
"Tch," he said as he rolled his eyes. "You're such a pain in the ass."
"Says the one that got caught near a rogue thunder spear blast," you retorted.
"A fluke."
"Sure it was."
Levi frowned at you.
"I changed my mind. You're leaving."
He began to point at the door, but you quickly pulled him into another kiss, prompting him to lower his arm as he returned the gesture.
You pulled away and rested your forehead on his before whispering.
"Like hell I am."
#this was actually cute :3#drabble event#levi x reader#levi ackerman x reader#levi heichou x reader#captain levi x reader#levi fluff#levi#levi ackerman#levi heichou#captain levi#attack on titan#aot#shingeki no kyojin#shingeki no kyoujin#snk
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anything with gdau clexa 🙏🏼
it's an eventful end to an uneventful day. unsurprisingly, it all starts with one raven reyes and her affinity for making clarke's life as annoyingly entertaining as possible.
the current source of her entertainment pouts next to her. 'are you mad at me?'
she sighs as she starts the car. 'no, baby. i'm not mad at you. i do have to say, when you texted me saying you're being offered weed and i told you to go for it, i didn't actually expect you to listen.'
'i just - never tried,' an insanely high lexa tries to explain, even as she all but melts into the passenger seat. 'your college stories seemed fun - everything is tingly now, clarke - can we stop by burger king?'
'burger king - oh my god, raven broke you.' clarke can't help but laugh, shaking her head. 'i take it the munchies have started?'
lexa, too preoccupied with staring at her while wearing the loopiest smile in existence, fails to reply. then: 'are you mad at me?'
'no,' she says, with a chuckle, and leans over to help her wife put on the seatbelt. lexa sighs, content and enamored, and clarke has to tell herself to focus as she pulls out of the parking lot and starts driving. 'i am a little annoyed you're high and im not, though.'
'oh!' out of the corner of her eye, clarke sees lexa busily and unproductively dig through her pockets. 'raven gave me a -- here!'
at the intersection, clarke stops at the red light and stares, entirely unamused and entirely unsurprised, as lexa proudly holds up a baggie with two miraculously un-crushed joints. 'of course,' she says. 'of course she did.'
lexa blinks. 'you don't wanna?'
'i'm driving, baby,' clarke points out, with a huff.
'oh.'
'just - put those away before we get pulled over. and before you ask, i am very not mad at you and i love you very much, okay?"
lexa's new smile - loopy and dopey and still unfairly attractive - makes a blinding return. 'okay. i love you too, clarke. my clarke.'
'your clarke,' she laughs, allowing her wife to lean in for a quick nuzzle. 'also. ask me if i wanna when we get home. and it's not just about the weed, by the way.'
lexa grins all the way home.
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I Want A Kiss (Week 1): Via @asimplesweettart
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“Chaise. Croissant. Foyer.”
“Your pronunciation isn’t bad,” said Dorian, waving an encouraging hand. “Say more.”
“Hmm. Lingerie. Rendezvous. Baguette. Oh! Macaron.”
Dorian chuckled. “A sentence, love?”
“You’re asking a lot,” said Zachary, smiling with a sigh. “Oh dear, conjugations, let me see.” He curled a finger against his lip, tilted his head downward to think, and a smile flicked across his face as he looked to Dorian again. “Je… veux un bisou.”
Dorian immediately brought him close, his thumb sliding across his jaw. “Pronunciation could be better,” he whispered. “Try again.”
Zachary practiced several times. And Dorian obliged each request.
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hey <3 may i request, for your event, “it's okay. i couldn't sleep anyway” and “don't worry, i'm staying right here”, both of them said by osamu dazai (bsd) to a trans!ftm!reader (if it isn't too much trouble)? thank you, have a good day/night !!
this was adorable to write! sorry this took so long!
reader is trans ftm! mentions of dysphoria and a panic attack. i opted to have the reader use a binder with neither top or bottom surgery yet, and not yet starting hormones, like my experience. i understand this is not every trans person's experience! i just wanted to be able to connect with it better. there are mentions of overbinding!
descriptors of reader for things like race, height, etc. are not mentioned!
quick PSA: PLEASE bind safely. never bind with a binder that doesn't fit or with things like ace bandages. avoid binding for over 8 hours at a time, and don't bind while doing things like intense physical activity. if your binder is hurting you, take it off. stay safe!
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It was already late, and you couldn't sleep, the moonlight filtering in through the crack in the curtains casting an ethereal glow on your partner who seemed to be asleep. You thought he'd fallen asleep earlier. And now you felt yourself on the verge of a panic attack. The dysphoria was getting worse, and you found yourself binding almost all the time.
Your heartbeat was quickening, breaths becoming shallow as your eyes filled with tears, face buried in a pillow as to not wake Dazai up, unaware that he was already awake.
"Darling?" His voice broke the silence, him shifting around to face you, seeing the state you were in. You looked up, tears staining your face, lip almost bleeding from how much you were biting on it to keep from sobbing loudly. "Don't feel bad. It's okay. I couldn't sleep anyway."
Dazai opened his arms, welcoming you into them, and you gladly let yourself be wrapped up in his embrace as he rubbed circles into your back, gently shushing you and kissing the top of your head. "As cute as you are in my arms, these aren't the best conditions... how can we cheer you up?" He wondered out loud, a light flirty tone in his voice.
Your sobbing was starting to subside, fading into just sniffles. Dazai kissed your forehead and smiled. "There we go. That's better. Now, can you tell me what's wrong?"
"Just.. dysphoria."
"Oh, sweetheart, it's okay. You know that you're the most perfect man, right? It doesn't matter how you were born. It's how you feel. And you're my handsome, smart, amazing boyfriend." His tone was genuine, leaving his "playboy" persona behind for the moment.
"But you could have a real man-"
"You are a real man." He pressed a gentle kiss to your lips, reassuring and soft. "Don't worry, I'm staying right here."
#osamu dazai#50 follower event#aethxr writes#elf osamu#dazai bsd#drabble#drabble event#dazai x reader#trans!reader#trans ftm reader#comfort#fluff#bungou stray dogs x reader
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