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jokerislandgirl32 · 5 months

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New Beginnings: A Wild Violet One Shot

Okay so I’m super behind in the game, but I wanted to complete at least a couple pieces for the Drabblecember challenge, and even though it’s the 29th of December, I decided to go ahead and share this piece with you all. It became more of a one shot than a Drabble, I hope that it okay! It is a very important piece to me because it signifies a very special moment in the relationship between my f/o Zach and s/i Violet. And this is the first fanfic piece I’ve posted in forever, so yeah! I can write again!

The prompt I am using for this piece is Day 1: Winter Weather.

Word Count: 1,662

Rating: Teen and Up

Warnings: Mentions of loss of child, mentions of pregnancy, morning sickness, light angst, one mild curse word, kissing/makeout session, a few suggestive comments (but nothing explicit/nsfw). If any of this triggers you please do not read! I don’t want to hurt anyone!

Placing the story below a cut, there is a second part, so I may update this post/link it at another time! Enjoy!

Selfship Taglist (let me know if you’d like to be added or removed 😊):

@snailchans-imaginarium @crunch-crunch-eat-a-bunch @changingcore @bitchywitchheart @stoatsapphic @3qu1us-main @kittycatkissez @benreillyswife @creativegenius22 @genderqueer-bithing @serenitytodd1234 @mailiow @celestetheseaunicorn

POV: This takes place during the Under Frozen Pond Episode, so here are some Zach screenshots from said episode 🥰!

The cold weather of the winter season enveloped me as I lay in the snow. I wore my husband’s scarf and trench coat, my own gray gloves, and a lilac hat that once belonged to my mother. I looked up to the bright blue sky, and breathed deeply, closing my eyes as I exhaled.

I’d run away from Zach after we’d had an argument about my recent health concerns. Zach was bound and determined to keep me confined to the plane until we returned to the city for me to see my doctor, but I was tired of being cooped up all day.

To be fair he’d gotten his way most days for nearly two weeks because I’d been too sick to even leave our bedroom, but today I’d felt well enough to join him while he surveyed the location for the Annual Villain’s Meeting.

As Zach was wrapping his former winter coat and scarf around me my hopes of breaking free from my confinement to enjoy the cold weather were crushed when I’d gotten sick to my stomach yet again. I narrowly avoided becoming sick all over his shiny winter boots, and Zach grimaced and gagged for a few minutes until my sick spell subsided. He composed himself after I’d come up for air from the trash can he’d ordered Tan to bring to me while Cro cleaned up the mess.

Zach pulled a box of mints out of his pocket and emptied a few in my palm, something he’d started doing nearly two weeks before when I’d first started getting sick, “We’re going to have to get you to the doctor, Vi, you should’ve been over the virus by now, I was over it after a day….this isn’t normal.”

“I know,” I whispered, itching to tell him my suspicions, but I just couldn’t face it, not yet, not after what had happened in July.

I opened my eyes, looking to the sky again, wondering if she was looking down on me with those green eyes so like her father’s, the red hair like her grandmother’s, and my face with the freckles Zach and I both had during childhood.

If she was here things would’ve been very different…but I knew it was best not to dwell on that, it would just depress me again. I tried to focus on the positive: she was now our guardian angel. And if what I suspected was happening, I knew we needed her protection now more than ever.

Zach’s shrill voice met my ears as he called out my name. I lifted my head up far enough to see him slipping and sliding his way toward me over the ice. I laughed and sat up, not wanting to miss the opportunity to see him fall flat on his ass. It reminded me so much of when we’d gone skating the first time a couple years before. I’d never skated in my life and Zach had very little experience himself so it was quite a comical sight.

While he wobbled his way toward me, his curses becoming louder by the second, I thought how much I’d like to go skating with him right then, but I knew with what was happening to me that it probably was not the safest option.

Zach finally reached me, and I flopped back down on the snow, exhausted from my uncontrollable laughter. Zach loomed over me, his legs spread so that my legs were between his, if I’d reached up and pulled him down it would have been a very compromising position.

Zach didn’t seem to notice because he was so absorbed in his own anger, he planted his hands on his hips and took the opportunity to yell at me, “what’s so funny?”

“You trying to walk on the ice, you’re as graceful as a hippopotamus,” I laughed, trying to catch my breath and wiping tears from my eyes.

“I am far more graceful than a hippo platter mouth or whatever,” he hissed, not amused by my comments. Zach turned away and walked in the direction of the plane motioning for me to follow him, “come on and get up, it’s freezing out here…”

I sat up with the full intention of following him, but a wave of nausea stopped me in my tracks. I slowly lowered my head back to the ground taking calming breaths, Zach had turned back to yell at me, “VIO…Vi?”

“I need a minute,” I whispered, covering my mouth with my hand.

Zach crunched his way back over to me through the snow and sat down beside me, his brows knitted in concern, “are you okay?”

I shook my head and he took my free hand in his, wrapping our gloved fingers tightly together, he laid down on his back beside me and we held hands, looking at each other silently until I was able to speak again.

“I’m fine,” I whispered, smiling weakly at him.

Zach lifted his head, and pulled his hand free of mine, “no you’re not, we have to get you to the doctor and find out what’s going on, Violet…I’ll call Donita and Gourmand and we’ll reschedule….”

“No, Zach…” I whined, I covered my face with my hands to hide the tears that threatened to escape, “I’m fine…I’m just sick is all, it’s because, well…Zach…I think we’re pre…”

I pulled my hands away and looked at his face, etched with confusion and curiosity, I couldn’t tell him here, not yet…I had to be sure…so I quickly changed the conversation, “do you remember when we first went ice skating a couple years ago?”

Zach’s face went slack for a minute, and his eyes widened, he lowered his head to the snow again, staring at the sky in confusion before he looked back at me, “uhhh, yeah?”

I quickly covered my near omission, “I think we’re perfectly happy like we were then…yes we’ve had sickness come our way, but we’re not going to let that stop us from being happy and doing what we need to do, right? We’ll just get up and try again after falling down, we can’t let this sickness stop us from enjoying our day…”

Zach’s face contorted with bewilderment again, “so…uhhh, you wanna go skating?”

I giggled, pulling his gloved hand into mine and kissing the top of his hand, “No, that’s not what I meant…even if I wanted to I can’t, but no, no, no…Zach, that’s not my point, my point is, we can’t let me being sick ruin our day, I’m just a little sick that’s all, after today I’ll get a doctors appointment, and we’ll take it from there…one step at a time.”

Zach, nodded his head slowly, still looking unsettled by our situation and conversation, “okay…then….”

I released his hand and grinned, waving my arms around me in the snow, “that’s settled!”

Zach snickered, “are you making a snow angel?”

I stopped moving my arms and glanced to either side of me, I hadn’t done it intentionally, but I indeed had a pair of snow angel wings started, “I guess so…wanna join me?”

“Join you?” Zach scoffed, moving to stand up, he rolled his eyes, “it’s childish, frivolous…”

I resumed waving my arms and moving my legs to complete the angel, “it’s fun…one of my favorite cold weather activities…”

Zach huffed and grabbed my hand, plopping into the snow beside me, he reluctantly started making his own snow angel, “this is humiliating…if Donita and Gourmand see us…”

“They’ll think it’s cute,” I giggled, and I sat up long enough to give him a peck on the cheek.

I peered out of the corner of my eyes and snickered as a blush crept across his pale features that were already tinted red from the cold, “oh no you don’t,” he hissed, moving from beside me to straddling me within seconds.

I could not stop giggling as Zach’s flustered face hovered inches from mine, his hands on either side of my head, “think you can just tease me and get away with it, do ya?”

“N-no!” I gasped between laughs, Zach smirked and closed the space between us, kissing me. My giggles subsided as he deepened the kiss, I reached my hands up and grasped either side of his face, pulling his face closer to me, earning a moan from him, “minx,” he mumbled against my lips. He then trailed his lips across mine and from my nose to my chin. He gave me one quick kiss on my nose and sighed. I opened my eyes and saw him looking at me.

“What did I ever do to deserve you?” He whispered, a grin spreading across his face, he shook his head and stood up, “come on, let’s get you back to the plane, laying in this cold weather can’t be good for you.”

I relented and sat up, I held my hands to him and he helped me to my feet, I bounced slightly as I stood up, earning a laugh from Zach, “always enthusiastic…”

Zach released my hands and offered his arm to me, I giggled and wrapped my arms around his bicep, “such a gentleman,” I teased.

He smirked, “I try.”

We started walking back to the plane, and I abruptly stopped. I untangled myself from Zach’s arm and walked back to our snow angels, Zach called out, “what’s wrong?”

I stood in front of the snow angels and whispered a quiet prayer, “please protect this one,” I placed my hands into the middle of my snow angel, fanned out to look somewhat like a butterfly, I felt a tear trickling from my eye, and I brushed it away.

I quickly rejoined Zach who’d raised an eyebrow at me, “was that for Alexandria?”

“Maybe,” I whispered, biting my lip, Zach continued giving me an awkward stare, but he wrapped his arm around my waist, resting his hand on my stomach, unknowingly answering his own question with the simple yet touching gesture.

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canon-can-fight-me · 5 months

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Drabblecember Day 6: Wrapping Gifts

Word Count: 525 words

Pairing: Kaiyo x Vincent

Summary: Vincent watches Kaiyo wrap Christmas gifts.

Notes: Brief mention of a scar. Vincent remembers a traumatic event from the past, but it’s not talked about in detail. Also Eugene is Vincent’s personal assistant.

“What are you doing?”

Kaiyo glanced up, elbow deep in a box of bows. She gestured to the surrounding wrapping paper with a jut of the chin.

“You’ll never guess.”

Vincent rolled his eyes.

“I’m aware you’re wrapping gifts. What I meant to ask is ‘why’?”

“I’m trying to get a head start. Last year I waited until Christmas Eve for some godforsaken reason, and nearly fell asleep at Christmas dinner.”

Vincent kneeled down next to her, eyeing what appeared to be a chew toy wrapped in glossy peppermint printed paper.

“For Esteban, I assume?”

Kaiyo put a finger to her lips.

“You better keep it a secret.” She teased.

“I’m sure I can manage. Although I have a feeling the shape will clue him in. My princeling is rather smart.”

She replied with a snort.

He watched her at work, working the paper with careful hands.

“You know, cherie…you could have told me you needed to wrap gifts. Eugene does mine every year, I’m sure he wouldn’t mind wrapping yours as well.”

“Oh yeah? Who wraps his gift then?”

“I find it uneccessary to wrap a Christmas bonus check.”

“Okay, fair,” she sighed, “But you mean to tell me you never wrap any gifts ever? It’s fun! You should try it.”

He was about to protest, to list one of the many other pressing matters he had to attend to, but Kaiyo shoved a box in his hands with an excited smile.

“This one’s for Kenji. Go ahead and choose a wrapping paper. I trust your judgement.”

She returned her attention to starting on another gift while Vincent eyed the almost comically large wrapping paper collection before him. He pulled out a tube of gaudy red paper peppered with reindeer. It wasn’t to his taste, but that probably meant it would be a shoe in with Kenji. He carefully placed the gift over the paper laid out on the floor before the realization hit him. Kaiyo eyed him.

“Are you trying to wrap it like, telepathically or something?” Her cheeky grin switched to an expression of shock.

“…You don’t know how to wrap a present, do you?”

He scoffed.

“Of course I know how. It’s just…been a long time. At least a decade. The last time I did was when I spent Christmas with—“ He froze, hand darting to his arm, absentmindedly rubbing a scar with his thumb.

Slowly, Kaiyo reached out with a hand, head tilted in an attempt to ask for permission. He slipped his hand in hers, clearly not wanting to elaborate on the memory.

“Umm…” she hesistantly gestured to Kenji’s gift. “Maybe you could watch me wrap Kenji’s present, and then try it yourself?”

He swallowed, filing away the memory, then turned to her, grounding himself with the touch of her hands. Warm and familiar. She gave him a gentle smile, bringing him back to the present.

“Yes…” he finally said. “That would be acceptable.”

“Good!” Kaiyo reached over him to slide the reindeer paper toward her, giving a chuckle as she noticed the paper he chose.

“By the way, nice choice of paper.”

“I’d say it was inspired.”

#rina writes 🖊️#drabblecember 2023 #drabblecember2023 #[r]: most competent traitor 🖤#ok.to.rb

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mydictionary-yume · 5 months

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Drabblecember Day 5: Sharing Stories

Word count: 325

Taglist: @make-my-dream, @thechavanator

“What are all those?” Lu asked, eyeing the stack of books Sakuya had brought back with him to her place.

“We’re doing a new show soon, so I wanted to do some role study! Apparently, it’s gonna be based on a European Christmas, so I wanna be sure I get everything right,” he replied cheerfully, taking a seat on the couch.

“Cool! You mind if I hang out here while you do?”

“Of course not, c’mere.”

At his request, Lu joined him on the couch, lying her head in his lap as he cracked open one of the books, beginning to read aloud.

His tone was even and relaxed, yet at the same time light and energetic. He kept his voice low, making sure only Lu could hear his murmurs of random facts, stories, and his own little interjections about what he thought was interesting or noteworthy.

As he spoke, Sakuya lazily caressed Lu’s hair, weaving his fingers through her thick tresses as he scratched here and carded there, finding himself unable to let go. It was a rare opportunity, and who was he to not take advantage of it? It didn’t matter that it may have been absent-mindedly, it was a nice feeling to let their roles switch once in a while, to give her some comfort after the stress he knew she was struggling with.

It was the perfect remedy for the exhaustion she felt, Lu decided, closing her eyes as she savored the moment, every bit of it feeling just right, like she was home. Before she knew it, her breathing slowed, growing deeper and slipping further and further from consciousness with each one.

“Lu?”

It was too late. She was far gone in the realm of sleep, finally allowing herself to rest. Sakuya smiled, running his fingers through her hair one last time before leaning down to place a soft kiss to her forehead.

“Good night, then. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

#so uh. didn’t go as planned.#read the new event story and felt like it was perfect + I am so insanely tired and need this so self indulgent hehe :3c #this is also. rly short? like way shorter than usual?#I’d go more ham if I wasn’t using all my brain power for everything else tho skdjnf #yume time #acting angels #yume fics #lc’s fics #drabblecember 2023 #drabblecember

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lake-archive · 5 months

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Drabblecember Day 31 - Happy New Year

Prompt List - Fling Posse Selfship / Yumeship Masterlist

Fandom: Hypnosis Mic

Characters: Ramuda Amemura, Gentaro Yumeno, Dice Arisugawa, Ann Wolff (OC)

Pairing: Fling Posse x Ann

Words: 500

The suggestion came out of nowhere but it was nothing any of the other three were opposed to in the end. “How about we watch the first sunrise of the year together?” had been Ramuda's suggestion. Everyone else had agreed quickly on this. It sounded like a good idea. Well, Ann only reluctantly. After all, this was a little… Early. But he seemed to insist and thus they refused to turn him down. They had to force themself outside somehow, even if they had to stay up until then. Wouldn't be the first all nighter they would have to pull.

And yet, it seemed to have been worth it in the end. After all, when was their chance to witness a sunrise? Honestly, very rare. So the sight of the sun lifting itself up slowly was almost fascinating, special even. How it managed to brighten up the entire city of Shibuya which had been dark not too long ago. Though it was not all too colorful just yet but give it a bit more time and that time would also come. Though it was already very bright. And none of them said a single word for the first few moments.

Who knew a sunrise could be so fascinating? The first of the year too… Was that why it was so special? Hmm… No, not really. It wasn't that. Honestly, one could look to the side and they might know why, given who was standing right next to them, all three of them. Even if they were a handful each, every single one of them in their own right. Each of them can give another some trouble for their own reasons. One can be overbearing, the next lies too much and the last is somewhat simple minded. A very troublesome trio.

Yet each of them always managed to make them feel at ease. Ramuda with his smile. One might not know it or see it at first but even Ann found it admirable that he managed to smile through it, stay positive. Despite all the hardships he faced. Who could pull it off? Ramuda could. Gentaro… Honestly, not even Ann could figure him out and yet he helped them more than they might want to admit. As for Dice… He was troublesome, that's for sure, but it was always fun with him around. And everyone needs a bit of fun sometimes.

All of them were special in their own way, even if they had not known the three for long. They felt close, in one way or another. And they had rarely if ever felt this way before. The trio of Ramuda, Gentaro and Dice… Fling Posse. Then again, this all was more than just a moment. It was going to last, or so they hoped. Then again, this already lasted right into the new year… So hopefully, maybe, perhaps… Can this last longer? Maybe forever? But for now… “Happy new year” and for many more happy new years to come.

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muse-writes · 5 months

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Drabblecember 2023 day 21: A walk down memory lane

Pairing: Goro Akechi (Persona 5) x Dizzy (my s/i)

Akechi and Dizzy sat together, holding hands as they watched the sun set over the cityscape. They were on the roof of a big building, talking. "Remember how we met?" Dizzy asked quietly. Akechi chuckled. "How could I forget? It's a shame we met under such sad circumstances, though…" "And then it seemed like we just kept running into each other…" Dizzy added. Akechi nodded. "It was like the universe was trying to tell us something." Dizzy laughed, "Well, I'm glad she was. Otherwise I wouldn't have you, my little pookie bear." Akechi blushed at the nickname, hiding his face a little. "I love you too, Diz."

(pssst: @eternally-smitten wooo! catching up a little!)

#drabblecember 2023

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superherokisser · 6 months

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posting this before i chicken out…. but uhmmm here’s a drabblecember 2023 thing. it’s day 1 and the prompt is cold weather but also it is my son’s birthday so. ALSO WHY IS IT SPCAED LIKE YAHT….anyways good night sorry

“it is freezing….why did it have to be so cold on my birthdayyy.” gregory complained as he jumped up to sit on the counter, kicking his legs back and forth.

“i think the weather is fine. you are just complaining.” damian responded.

he was standing with his arms clasped together behind his back.

ponyboy and johnny just stood their awkwardly, their hands brushing together.

gregory flipped off damian, “of course you think this weather is fine. sammy, do you like this weather?”

before sammy could answer, their dad, terrence, and their other dad, darry, came back in with two boxes.

“alright guys, i have some winter clothes if you really want to go outside but darry has some board games too.” terrence explained, looking gregory.

gregory jumped down from the counter and proudly said; “we’re going outside.”

damian rolled his eyes and muttered affectionately, “how predictable.”

“is everyone okay with that?” terrence asked as darry put down the two boxes on the table and started getting out the winter stuff.

gregory nodded eagerly, damian barely nodded, ponyboy and johnny said yes, and sammy nodded also.

terrence helped darry sort out everyone’s winter stuff.

“now you all make sure to put on all these layers. especially you ponyboy and johnny.” darry said, leaning against the table.

“why us specifically??” ponyboy asked.

“you’re gonna stay up to see the sunset.” darry stated.

“well i guess that is true..” johnny agreed.

“you caught us. it’ll be real pretty though.”

“i’m sure it will.” darry smiled.

terrence distributed everyone’s gear- darry ran to go get the sleds as ponyboy and gregory said they wanted to sled- and waved as the kids went outside in the cold.

it was snowing hard and the sun was shining, making their eyes hurt. there was a woods right next to their house but if you walked down a bit there was a giant hill that everyone liked to sled on.

the kids may have gotten lost on the way there. only because gregory forgot where he was going because he was chatting with sammy. damian had to lead them all to the right hill.

but we’ll have to wait until they come back to see if they had fun.

#it is so late and i need to edit this😭#terrence rambles #drabblecember 2023

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frankmillerturnonyourlocation · 5 months

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Drabblecember 8: Sharing Snacks

(ooops okay so i started out ahead. totally intended to keep up my lead during the week, but alas– day job. Here's day 8!!)

Word count: 100

Universe: Detective Pikachu

"Fuck off," he said, "get your own."

Movie nights were awkward at first, in that sweet new-friendship way–– too-tense shoulders and hiccuping on polite laughter. No such troubles now. No such politeness. "You're holding the whole goddamn popcorn tin, dipshit!"

Harry was behind on reports and Lucy was on her third "omw soon!!" text, so–– then there were two.

“Fine. We'll use bowls." Tim stood. "Pikachu, don't let her stick her gross little hands in there while I'm gone."

"Gross?"

"I know you don't wash those gloves."

Em watched Tim go.

Sparks danced across Pikachu's cheeks. Em retracted her hand.

#gumshoe goodman #drabblecember 2023 #drabblecember #writing #drabble

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scoutsimpsupreme · 5 months

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❣ Drabblecember 2023 - Baking Together ❣

Elisa looked at the shelves of recipe books, fingers gliding across each spine. She never knew Scout's mom had such a large collection. Her hand landed on a book that looked well loved. She pulled it out and started thumbing through the pages.

Suddenly, two lanky arms wrapped around her waist.

"Hiya toots," Jeremy cooed, "whatcha doin there?"

"Dear god! Jeremy don't sneak up on me like that!" She fumbled with the book, flipping back to the holiday section. "I'm just looking for something to bake," she said leaning back into his chest. Though Elisa knew the basics of baking she definitely couldn't do it without a guide.

"Oh I know a good one." Jeremy looked over her shoulder and skipped to a dog eared page. "Ma always made these for Christmas parties," he said pointing at an illustration of gingerbread in various festive shapes.

"Gingerbread would be rather fitting. Plus the decorating does sound fun..." Elisa hummed for a second considering the thought.

Scout swiftly snatched the book out of her hands. "Guess that's what we're doing then."

He rummaged through the cabinets of the kitchen while Elisa looked for some bowls and baking utensils. They made quick work of baking the cookies, chatting away through every step.

They cleaned up their workspace and prepared for the "best part" in Scout's words.

Jeremy mixed a rainbow of frostings and set out a wide display of toppings. Mini gumdrops, chocolate chips, sprinkles, and an array of other sweets.

He turned to Elisa with a cocky grin.

"Watch how a pro does it babe."

He picked out the best looking gingerbread man and carefully crafted away. A few minutes later and he held up his creation.

"Tada," Scout gestured to his finished cookie with his other hand, "impressive I know." His face was full of obvious pride.

Elisa looked closer at the cookie. The frosting was a bit droopy since Scout couldn't wait for the cookies to cool, but she could still see that it was decorated to look like her.

"Aw, Jerm..." She took the cookie, her cheeks glowing a bright shade of pink. "This is the cutest thing ever!"

She peppered his face with kisses and admired mini cookie her. She always loved Jeremy's creativity.

"It's nothin baby," He chuckled and kissed her on the forehead.

They decorated the rest of the cookies, giggling and making a huge mess. When everything was finished, they were left with a platter of gingerbread cookies full of love and the pleasant memory of baking together.

#nurse writes #drabblecember 2023 #i wrote this at 4 am #no i will not fix the mistakes im lazy 👍#also first time writing something like this so pls be real nicey #self ship stuff

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mydictionary-yume · 5 months

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Drabblecember Day 24 + 25: Big Get Together + Gift Exchange

Word Count: 1218

Taglist: @make-my-dream @thechavanator @dango-daydreams

Lu softly smiled to herself, gazing over the Mankai dorm’s common room, at all the commotion over the annual Christmas party. It was always an event to remember, at least according to Sakuya, along with a few of her friends outside the company, several of which were also attending for their first time, some for a repeat year. The chatter of the members turned to mush in her ear as she took a sip of her drink, taking a gander at all the attendees.

There were the members of the company, that was a given, she thought as she watched Masumi vying for Izumi’s attention, only for him to notice Lu staring, giving her a nasty scowl. She smirked, gesturing for him to get back to what would be a fruitless endeavor for him. Tsuzuru groaned, taking Masumi’s shoulder to attempt to lead him to grab more snacks, apologizing to their director as he did so.

Looking to the kitchen, she spotted Banri and Juza bickering as usual, this time over whether or not Juza really had enough gingerbread. Isa was at Banri’s side, tugging at his sleeve as she begged him to calm down, telling him it really was up to Juza when he had enough. Hahn only chuckled from where she sat next to Juza, taking his hand as he took another bite, making sure to give Banri a firm scowl before turning back to his partner as they planted a kiss to his cheek.

Lu had to laugh a little at the scene, grateful she wasn’t the one Banri was at the throat of tonight, though she did feel a little sorry for their poor partners.

A quick glance to one of the corners of the room led her to find Free, Taichi, and Azuma talking softly about something or another. Taichi was constantly rubbing her back, making sure she wasn’t overwhelmed by the noise or people at any point, and Azuma kept his voice low as well. It was a peaceful sight, Lu thought, and Free was lucky to be cared for so deeply, especially during this season.

It was a lovely party, and it was a nice feeling to be surrounded by family and friends so closely like this. That was, except for the fact that something was missing. There was one place she kept finding herself drifting to, and for good reason.

Sakuya sat by the window, staring out into the dark courtyard. He had briefly mentioned hoping for a white Christmas to her the day before, but she didn’t expect him to be that invested in attempting to get it to snow, even if his method was to simply sit and stare.

Lu stood to approach him, placing a hand on his back.

“You think staring out there’s gonna make it snow?” She asked, startling him.

“Oh! I mean, you never know, right?” He replied with a nervous giggle.

Lu could only sigh. She set her drink down, dragging her fingers down his arms to find his hands, taking them gently.

“Are you okay? You’ve been kinda quiet,” she noted. Sakuya simply shook his head.

“I’m okay. It’s just… it’s nice. It’s loud and chaotic, but it’s kinda calming,” he responded, a soft smile gracing his features. Lu breathed a sigh of relief.

“Thank god, I was worried you were drowning again,” she joked, letting go of his hands to give him a teasing shove. “Oh, by the way, is it fine if I give you my gift now? I doubt I’ll stick around after the party, and there’s only a few more hours left of Christmas.”

Sakuya’s eyes widened in surprise.

“Now?”

“I can stay after if you want, though, it’s fine-“

“No, it’s great! Just let me get yours, okay? Meet me in the courtyard,” he punctuated his request with a peck to her cheek. Lu grinned.

“Gotcha.”

Sakuya waved to Lu as he exited his room, a small, but exquisitely wrapped, present in his hands. She returned the gesture as he sat on the bench next to her.

“Do you wanna go first or should I?” Lu asked, looking to his gift, then back to hers.

“You should go first! Mine’s, uh, kinda special,” Sakuya replied hesitantly.

“Okay. Then, here!”

She held out her gift to him, a small box wrapped in paper lined with hearts, topped with an adhesive bow. He took the gift graciously, carefully tearing into the paper, being as gentle as possible.

What he revealed was a silver necklace, with a dog tag pendant. He brought the tag into his palm, taking a closer look as to what was engraved on it.

On one side, it was his name. On the other, Lu’s. Each was followed by a small heart beneath the name, and Sakuya felt his cheeks heat up at the amount of effort she must have gone through to do all of that for him.

“I tried to get it in a style you might like so you could use it often!” Lu blurted. “Is it okay? Was I close?”

Sakuya hesitated, looking back to the pendant, before tackling Lu into a hug.

“I guess I have my answer!” She said with a giggle.

“It’s perfect,” he murmured into her.

“It’s not much! Kinda pricey, but really, it’s the least I could do! I love you, Saku!”

“I love you too,” he repeated, releasing his hold. “My turn, I guess.”

Sakuya held out his gift to her, displaying the hard work he had put into just the wrapping. Lu took it gently, casually tearing into the paper. What awaited her was a sight to behold. She opened the box, only to gasp at what greeted her.

She was met with a silver ring, engraved with a pink gemstone. Lu stared at her boyfriend, jaw slack. He bashfully scooted slightly closer to her.

“It’s a promise ring,” he started, taking the ring from its box. “I figured that once everything settles down with Mankai, maybe we can too. If you’re up to it, I mean,” he added.

He took her hand, treating it as if it were the most delicate thing on the planet, and slowly slipped the ring on her finger. Lu watched him with careful attention, her breath catching in her lungs.

“I love you,” Sakuya repeated once more, placing a gentle kiss to her knuckle, just like that first day.

Lu couldn’t believe this was happening. She gasped, only to plunge into his arms, stealing his lips for her own. He jumped, but settled into the kiss, allowing it to last as long as they could let it. When they released, it was with a small murmur from Lu.

“I love you too. I’ll stay. I promise.”

“Good.”

Lu sat up properly, raising her head to stare at the sky. She smiled excitedly.

“Saku,” she whispered. “Look.”

He complied, and gasped a little.

“It’s snowing,” he breathed.

“Looks like you got that white Christmas you wanted. Wait, can I change my gift? Can we pretend like this was also my gift?”

“Sure. Maybe it was,” Sakuya replied with a chuckle, scooting closer to Lu to watch the falling snow.

Lu grinned, planting a kiss to the top of his head.

“Oh, I almost forgot. Merry Christmas, Saku.”

“Merry Christmas, Lu.”

#I SQUEALED SO MUCH WRITING THIS #I wasn’t gonna write on Christmas so I just mashed the two prompts together tehepero #yume time #acting angels #yume fics #lc’s fics #drabblecember 2023 #drabblecember #a3! yume

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Drabblecember Day 28 - Doing Chores Together

Prompt List - Fling Posse Selfship / Yumeship Masterlist

Fandom: Hypnosis Mic

Characters: Dice Arisugawa, Ann Wolff (OC)

Pairing: Diceann

Words: 600

Staying over had its price yet it was not something Dice was unused to. He had crashed enough at this place to know the rules. ‘You either contribute or you go back onto the streets’, that was the basic rule Eli held in high regard when it came to letting anyone inside his four walls and make them stay for a longer period of time. And, well, Dice has been staying for longer than a day, even if he was living on and off at this point. So when asked to help out a little he couldn't exactly say no.

Not like he was going to anyway, especially not after having witnessed the chaos Ann had caused when trying to use just one household object. Dice felt inclined to help out, especially them, and make sure it did not get worse than it already was at this point in time. In fact, this might take longer than he had expected… Apparently cleaning was that big of a deal! Well, not like he never did it but… Back then— Ah, who cares? Unnecessary details and he would rather not remember it anyway. He can do it too if he really tries!

And thus Dice had been busy in the living room for some time. Scrubbing the floor was a task of its own but hey, he got through no problem at all! And he would have but the next thing he heard was some sudden noises from the room next door, stuff falling down from a shelf and then even the shelf itself. It made him jump up from one moment to the next, though not after while mumbling: “Not again…”, then hurrying over to the room next door. He didn’t even need to ask what had happened, he saw it.

A shelf fell over and Ann stood next to it, visibly shocked. The books were all over the floor and the floor itself was full of dust now. Next thing they did was trying to pick up the books first yet dropped them out of shock here and there again, always trying to pick them back up. “Don’t get dirty now…” They mumbled, almost desperate. It was a funny sight maybe yet when thinking what Eli would say when getting home maybe it would not be that funny… Plus they couldn’t be stuck doing the cleaning all day long now.

Ann was clumsy, that was no secret, and this was proven yet again. So, beside having been busy elsewhere he moved up to them and picked up some of the book once next to them. It had surprised them and they turned their face in one swoop. “Dice? Weren’t you–” They were about to ask yet he interrupted them quickly. “Yeah, but you need the help, don’t ya?” They were only blinking for a moment before trying to deny it. “Wha— No! I—” Yet one look to the shelf said it all, silencing even them. Thus, they pouted a little.

“Okay, maybe a little…” They admitted, even if quietly. He only was able to chuckle at this. It was progress, they admitted it at least, something they usually did not do. “Still, you don’t have to—” “Ey, I wanna be somewhere later and not stuck here. Just see it that way, will ya?” He interrupted, which was not entirely false. Anything but being stuck cleaning until midnight. “Ah… There’s no winning this, is there?” They sighed, clearly not wanting to give in and yet they had to, having no choice left but to accept it. “Thanks…” – “No need to bud!”

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Drabblecember Day 9: A Walk Outside

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Pairing: Hasumi Keito × Miyasato Miyuki

• Warnings: None (That I know of, other than canon x oc I guess?)

• Contents include: childhood friends kinda, mutual pining, "It's going to be Christmas soon, Keito" .

•Note: a late start but Im gonna do the rest of drabblecember for writing sample purposes!

• Don't steal my writing please 😐👍

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1: 37 a.m.

Being UNDEAD's producer meant one core thing - Night Shoots. Lots of them.

What a life, right? Only months before had Miyuki spent her nights hidden away and up late after the infrequent shift helping out at her family's shrine - Finally she gets a night shift job, and her internal systems decide she was supposed to be asleep approximately three hours ago. Is this a prank? Was she getting old? Is this what it means to be a "normal" adult?

'Gross.' she thinks, shuddering at the concept.

Case and point, she was exhausted.

Returning from an egregiously long and tiring shoot, Miyuki sees UNDEAD off once they arrive at the ES Building. Usually anyone else who's even awake at this hour would only be seen at the dorms, but out wandering about in the cold, was none other than Keito Hasumi.

Wait, what the hell was he doing out here?

Ye gods it was embarrassing. They've known each other for years, but upon catching sight of him Miyuki frantically attempts to find somewhere out of sight. By the time she finds one though, it's too late. Now in an awkward confrontation mid-sidewalk, they lock eyes. Neither one of them moving an inch until -

"Uh, w-what are you doing out this late?"

" I could ask you the same. "

They stood in deadlock, tension as thick as it was cold outside that night. Fidgeting with the trim of her scarf, Miyuki answers her estranged childhood friend

“Work ran late tonight, so…” She trails off, following up with

“You?”

“I wasn’t able to sleep, so I thought I’d catch some air" Keito responds plainly, in a bold attempt to mask nerves of his own.

"Right…" Miyuki nods, averting her gaze.

Further dread sets in as she weighs the options before her. She was either stuck walking home in the middle of the night by herself, or stuck facing someone she wasn't quite sure what to call anymore.

Panicking internally about how in god's name she could POSSIBLY save herself from this dilemma now, she's brought back to earth by Keito asking

"Were you…planning on walking home by yourself at this hour?"

"Er…kinda? Don't really have any other options…" Miyuki answers sheepishly

Keito sighs, head already in his hand

" W-What?" She asks, baffled

Keito simply shakes his head and replies

"How…Incorrigible. You've worked yourself enough today, at least let me help you this once."

"Seriously? You don't have to, really! I-" She stammers

"I insist."

Defeated, Miyuki sighs and accepts his offer, beginning the cold journey home in an awkward yet peaceful silence.

They walk the empty streets side by side, lit by lamp posts and the occasional series of holiday decor. Mesmerized by the quiet scene, Miyuki doesn't notice an uneven sidewalk ahead until she's already tripping over it. Not quite falling over, she's caught by Keito's hand grabbing her own, and warned about "being more careful" as one might expect coming from him. They finally reach the Miyasato shrine, but only upon arrival do either of them realize they never actually stopped holding hands after that. Maybe it just felt safer that way? More comfortable?

Regardless, now flushed at the possible ideas and implications in both of their minds, they part ways with sheepish goodnights. Hit with another wave of exhaustion, Miyuki flops herself amongst the pile of plushies and pillows on her bed. She mashes her face into a pillow and grumbles to herself, cheeks still flushed

"God, I've got to get over this…"

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#posted early by accident but gonna be so real cant be bothered to fix it #♡ ° | fresh from the oven #♡ ° | ship: keimiyu #♡ ° | drabblecember 2023

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muse-writes · 5 months

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Drabblecember 2023 day 20: Listening to (holiday) music

Pairing: Aubrey (Omori) x Dianthe (my s/i)

Ahh the holidays. Where the same three songs play on repeat. People get together and exchange gifts and food. Everywhere is filled with joy and whimsy. Aubrey was in the supermarket with her girlfriend, Dianthe, trying to ignore "All I Want for Christmas is You" playing for the billionth time. Though, she WAS listening to Dianthe singing along, and watching her do a little jig. She smiled softly as Dianthe shimmied to the shelf, grabbing the ingredients she needed for a bread bowl for the gathering her and Aubrey's friends were having on Christmas. Dianthe carefully set the stuff in the cart, and got Aubrey to do a spin. Oh what fun!

(pssst: @eternally-smitten sorry this one's late! yesterday was rough D:)

#drabblecember 2023

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nimue-hidden-lake · 5 months

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New Year's Party at home

it's just dinner with parents and my boyfriends

And hey, Ritsu mochi is here too!

See you when 2024 arrives here!

As for my New Year Resolutions:

Post more Ritsu Sakuma in 2024

Post more Romani Archaman in 2024

Keep Fling Posse in my brain

KEEP WRITING!

Wait a minute...

#Oh god Roman and I have an anniversary coming up in right on New Year's day!#I need to think of something special asap! NOW!#Only 2 hours of 2023 left over here by the way... AH SHIT DRABBLECEMBER I'LL GET TO IT ASAP!#new year's eve #dinner #tw food #cw food #tw alcohol #cw alcohol #f/o community #fictional other community #f/o merch #romantic f/o #Sleepy Vampire #Lollipop Love #Sweet Words #Hit The Jackpot #irl photo

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Baking Together

WC: 920

Fandom: Call of Duty Modern Warfare Remakes

Verse: Side Sessions

Pairing: Still General; Focuses on Johnny and Mhari

This is a Selfship AU piece, even if still not at the shipping point. DNI is Proshipper, or if you are against self shipping in general (in case this breaks containment to general fandom). As usual, let me know if you want to be tagged in future works.

She wasn’t sure how she and Johnny got to that point. It felt like one minute, he was confirming her name(“It’s actually pronounced ‘Vah-Ree’ isn’t it?” “Honestly, thank fuck you realized that I just gave up on correcting people”) and then the next they were shoulder to shoulder mixing things.

It had to be longer than a minute though. They had to talk about family recipies (“Nah, we’re making my ma’s Clooties-“ “No way, my Gram’s is the best in the world”), order them, and then wait for them to get to Price’s house in the middle of butt-fuck nowhere (“It’s not that bad Johnny-Boy, where one of my sisters is from it’s an hour and a half drive to the hospital.” “I didn’t realize Canada was a fucking backwater country.” “The Prairies might be.”) and then set everything up in a kitchen that was clearly designed for a single man as opposed to people cooking enough for four spec ops soldiers and a chubby scientist.

But what they did know was that their shoulder was at Johnny’s bicep, and that they were glaring at him as he worked on the chocolate for the Millionaire’s Short Cake.

“Don’t fucking eat it.” He did so anyway, giving a shocked noise at how hot the chocolate was as it was only halfway melted. “For fucks sake, Johnny-“

Her accent had shifted back into the Scottish that her Ma taught her, brought out by the past hour and a bit only talking to Johnny. He didn’t say a thing as it shifted from Canadian soft to full Scottish lilt, and by the time she realized it was too late to reset without him knowing she knew. It was just one of those stupid things that she wasn’t going to give up until asked to.

And he didn’t seem intent on asking.

“You gotta melt it down, then pour out onto the pan- “ The one with a low layer of shortcake on the bottom, and a now cooling layer of caramel- with proper fucking golden syrup- on top. The one she stuffed into the freezer with a prayer that when it was time to take out it didn’t fall to the floor. “Then you eat what’s left in the bowl.”

It was simple logic. Every kid knew that.

“Nah, I’was the kid who ate all the dough before it was cooked.” He looked away from his prize to grin at her as if it was some grand secret. As if out of the field he wasn’t the most impatient one on the team. “Grams stopped havin’ me help her cook and bake.”

“It tastes better-“ She didn’t touch many of the Task Force without warning. Or any of them, really, without permission or warning. But the sheer familiarity of the situation made her bolder. Bold enough to try push him with her shoulder, nudging him away from the chocolate he would devour before it was done- “when you know that there’s also gonna be baked treats afterwards.”

But Johnny was SAS, and while ‘stacked like flapjacks’ -her sisters words, not hers- she wasn’t strong. All she managed to do was get half stuck between him and the stove before having to wiggle herself back out.

Johnny was not helpful, and seemed only more intent to trap her between him and the stove.

“Counter argument- there’s chocolate in front of me.” He pointed at the makeshift double boiler- just a pot of water boiling with a metal bowl on top- with the plastic spatula as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “Oh, we should add some crushed nuts to this.”

“Is anyone allergic?”

“Ha-“ He made it sound as if she asked a joke. She didn’t, but let it roll off of her anyway. “The closest thing is Ghost’ll joke he’s allergic to chocolate. Y’know, as he tries to hide his stash.”

“Ghost has a chocolate stash?”

With him distracted, she was able to push him gently away from the now melted chocolate- pouring it over the Millionaire’s Shortbread.

“Ghost has a sweets stash in general.” Her eyes caught movement behind Johnny’s head. But considering that this could become the funniest thing all day? She kept quiet about it. “Worst kept secret in the 141. Everyone’s taken a th-“

“You’ve taken from my sweet drawer?”

The way that Johnny jumped out of his skin was worth the thirty seconds of keeping her mouth shut. His skin got red in embarrassment, and he had to put a hand over his chest to calm himself down. For good and dramatic measure, he leaned over onto one of the counters like an old man.

“Jesus Christ- Make some noise when you get up, LT.” Ghost and the others had been taking naps. Price and Kyle because they were sick. Ghost? Probably just an excuse to ignore her and Johnny. “Y’re lucky I didn’t have a knife.”

“You wouldn’t have hit me.” There was an earnestness to his tone that raised her interest. Was he just being cocky, or was it trust in Johnny? “Besides, you two are loud.”

“Oh, sorry.” She watched as Kyle and John came shuffling in, looking closer to the dead they fought than their usual selves. “We didn’t mean to wake you.”

“You didn’t.” It was honestly a little infuriating that even bleary eyed and stuffed up, Kyle could still give a dazzling smile. Or Mhari was weak Whichever. “It’s tea time, woke up on our own.”

“Fucking English!”

#drabblecember 2023 #self ship community #self ship writing #charlies writing #side sessions #yes i am still doing this #no i will not be consistant with posting

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