#( dreams and premonitions | drabble )

[onetrueheir]

tag dump!!

[fatkish]

Hey could i ask for a Aizawa x daughter ( 5-10) who has really bad nightmares and one night has an accident, Aizawa is super sweet and jst make if fluffy 🤍🤍

Aizawa x Daughter Reader Drabble

Night Terrors and Accidents

In this, the reader has a disaster premonition quirk. Basically they foresee disasters in their sleep or when they’re unconscious. These can range from forest fires to cataclysmic events to a small earthquake or a decently damaging villain attack. For you, a child, these visions are terrifying since you don’t understand what’s happening or really, why you’re seeing these awful and scary things. This is why, you run to your dad and he’s always happy to listen (the HPSC takes the information Aizawa gives them from your dreams and they analyze it, record it and give it to heroes and it leads to lives being saved)

Aizawa has known for some time now, about you, his 7 year old daughter, having a precognition quirk and your ‘nightmares’ actually being you foreseeing future events. He doesn’t want to tell you that these are actually real events that you’re seeing as they already scare you enough, so he tells you they’re just scary dreams. Every time you come to him after having one, he asks you about them and records them. He reassures you that you’re safe and that nothing can hurt you so long as he’s here.

One night, you have a particularly bad premonition. In it, a bunch of heroes are fighting a terrifying villain who doesn’t have a face. The villain kills the heroes right in front of you. You immediately wake up and feel that the bed is wet. You run to your dad to wake him up ignoring your wet clothes. When you enter his bedroom you run up to him and start to gently shake his shoulder.

“Daddy, please, please wake up, Daddy I’m scared”

Aizawa groans as he wakes up and sits himself up in bed.

“Another dream?” He asked with his voice groggy and tired.

You nodded your head vigorously “I also wet the bed, I’m really sorry”

Aizawa got up and walked to your room as you followed him from behind.

“It’s fine sweetheart, these things happen, it’s nothing to be embarrassed or ashamed about. Now how about you go take a shower and clean up while I change your sheets? Then we can snuggle and talk about it, okay?”

You nodded and grabbed a new pair of underwear and pajamas and went to go take a quick shower. Aizawa stripped the sheets off your bed and put new ones on and placed the previous ones in the washing machine. After that he went to his room and waited for you. Once you got out and got dressed, you climbed into bed beside your dad and snuggled ip to his side with your head resting on his chest as he placed an arm around you.

“Now what was this dream about?”

[boredandwiredkitty]

Listening to old favorite songs and getting some inspiration to write again.

For the longest time ever and and still a bit now I've been into omegaverse. Found some of my favorite kinks from it. Im a little ashamed to admit. I always wanted to incorporate it into some of my own fics and have made a few but I have yet to publish any of them. Maybe I will after this one.

I also highly recommend listening to the song as you read my little drabble. You don't have to but it might help you see the headspace I went in while writing. I really wanted to explore a bit more of the feral side of wheeljack. What if you both tried to deny what you both wanted. That push and pull. It all began as one scene in my head and the song morphed it into the whole fic that you see.

This is part one since I accidentally made it too damn long of a two part story

As always Minors DNI! This is a 18+ rated fic with NSFW! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!

This fic does contain most omegaverse themes so if you're adverse to that this might not be for you.

Reader is AFAB if you're wondering.

Heavy panting and heavy footfalls were the only things you could hear over your pounding spark.

Stuck again in the same dream that you get time to time. You were always running. You weren't quite sure why. Was it to something? Was it from something? Was it both? Only the pull in your chest urged you forward. Unsure if it was fear or inclination.

Just as you were about to stop and turn to see if something was behind you the rug was pulled from under you. Abruptly feeling the sensation of falling.

You awoke with a jolt. Clutching the bed underneath you confirming your stability. You were not falling nor needing to run. Everything's fine.

Sort of.

You only got that dream periodically. Right around every time your body goes through a particular change.

The limiters were off and all hell was about to break loose.

As familiar symptoms began to creep throughout your frame trepidation mixed with it.

You couldn't calm your rapid spark as your internal temp was faintly yet steadily rising. The damn dream was always a warning. A premonition of sorts.

"Please dont" You murmured to yourself. Though it was futile. You didn't know how to stop it once it was set in motion. Especially without outside help.

But who were you going to ask? With such sensitive information no less? Was there anyone you trusted enough to ask for help from? Let alone even know HOW to help you?

It was the early hours of morning before the world seemed to wake up. Dawn had yet to break over the horizon. It wasn't much time but just enough to either find help or put enough distance between yourself and a certain other.

You weakly swung your legs over the side of the bed. Becoming even more aware of your incoming heat. You even wondered if it was coming too fast.

Did shockwave have something to do with this?

The first couple of times this happened was back in shockwaves lab. Every time you started showing noticeable signs he would quickly administer some sort of drug and it would seem to vanish without a trace.

The first time it happened you were obviously concerned and immediately went to the scientist with complaints of your new alarming symptoms. The uncomfortable warmth paired with mental fog and a strange urge that burned through your body. The urge to go looking for someone so strong it overpowered everything else. You didn't know who or what but you felt like you had to find what your body needed so desperately. A feeling like you absolutely depended on it for survival.

The unconcerned tank mech only stared at you in response with his one glaring red optic when you approached him that day. Only to turn silently and cluncked to a place in the lab to began working on something. Not bothering to utter a single word to you. Not too long after he arrived with a needle loaded up what you guessed was more energon mixed with something else due to its ever so slight opaqueness.

You squirmed and questioned how he couldn't just make it into something you could drink.

"This is more effective. Injecting it directly into your bloodstream will nullify your heat immediately."

"Heat?" You asked him incredulously as he pushed the plunger carefully.

"Yes. It seems are you are beginning your first heat cycle. No matter, I have made a temporary cure for your cycle and you shall be back to normal operation in a moment."

You winced as the fluid entered your body. You hated the invasive cold feeling of liquid forcefully entering your veins. "Will it be gone permanently?"

"No. It will only prevent symptoms this cycle. Do not worry. Your systems are still functional. You just are no longer under the affects."

"Great to hear." You stated sarcastically as he moved away to go back to his current project. He was looking at a strand of CNA next to a strand of human DNA. Probably another part of your cyberformation project.

After that every heat you had; depending on how quickly your symptoms set in; he would either give you the injection or a ingestable variation. You hated the injections but you had to admit it was much nicer that relief was almost instant. The medicine would take much longer and sometimes waiting for the symptoms to dissappear was unbearable. You would not let yourself drop to degrading levels around the emotionless logic fueled scientist. You would rather die before it got to that point.

Now you sat up in the darkness of your room back at autobot headquarters. Without shockwave or any medication to get through this.

You wanted to ask ratchet for help but you didn't know if he had anything to help you or even knew how to make it. Given your circumstances it was probably only shockwave that knew.

Ratchet knew of your technorganic body but he was still learning of all its ins and outs. It was only fairly recently that you showed him shockwaves handiwork. You were patient as he would carefully examine you and run different tests to see the extent of the cyberformation. But you doubted if he knew anything about your current predicament.

You stiffly got up. There's no harm at trying.

You walked out in the dimness of the base and found the medic looking over some files.

"Hey ratchet." You quietly called out to him careful not to startle the poor older mech.

His helm quickly turned to you noticing your weary looking frame. "What are you doing up?"

You suddenly felt bashful. "I um." You squirmed under his worried gaze. "I'm getting my heat cycle. And I'm hoping you could help me."

The flush over his face made you realize you should've been more clear. "I do not think I would be the right mech for such a task. Why don't you ask w-" He began before you cut him off from saying his name.

"Nonono! That's not what I'm saying. Can you give me some medicine to alleviate the symptoms?!" You exclaimed while waving your arms frantically in front of you.

"You want me to make a medicine?" He queried.

"Yes. That's what I meant," You confirmed back.

Ratchet stood there in deep thought for a moment. Murmuring to himself before looking back up at you.

"I'd hate to ask but what would shockwave do when this would happen? Or is this the first time?"

You shook your head. "Shockwave had different remedies. Sometimes it was an injection. Sometimes it was a medicine that I would drink. It depended on how bad the symptoms were." You told him truthfully. Hopeful he would find something.

"What exactly are your symptoms?"

Your eyes darkened. What a unpleasant question.

While you spent your time here you noticed something you never would've back at the lab. Something you would only have realized once EXPOSED to it.

The mech that plagued you. That you were injected with their energon. Repeatedly. Invading your veins to begin the cyberforming process. Their biomatter mixed with yours. How your body called out to theirs as if they were a homing beacon. You were a moth and they were the flame.

You took a deep breath. Attempting to calm your fretful spark. Trying to figure out how to tell him. "I start to feel a bit feverish." You began and ratchet nodded at you in acknowledgement. Silently urging you to keep going. "I get mental fog. My body feels a bit weaker than usual," You continued. Watching as ratchet was listening intently to every word you said.

Ratchet gazed at you probingly as you stopped listing anything else. "Is that all? Are you sure you're not having any other symptoms than that? Because if that were the case it could be something else besides a heat cycle."

You scowled. "No" you grumbled. Feeling defeated at confessing this out loud.

You raised your head to look ratchet better in the optics. "I get the most desperate and embarrassing URGE for a certain autobot."

You watched his optics widen a bit. "Who is it?"

You bit your lip as you felt a sudden tug in your spark. "Who do you think?" You snapped defensively.

Ratchet nodded in understanding. "I'll see what I can do but I cannot guarantee that I will have anything ready by the time you fully get your heat. In that case what do you want me to do?" His voice was professional. Like any medical practitioner.

"Send me away." You quickly spoke with a sweep of your arm. "Just get me out of here before something happens! I don't care where. Hell, inject me with whatever concoction you come up with! Anything to stop this heat from happening! I'll even drink the nastiest medicine you make!"

Ratchet jolted back aghast. "Are you sure that's what you want? Do you not want to try anything else?"

You nodded solemnly, "What other choice do I have? I don't want to inflict my heat on anyone else."

"Has it affected anyone before?"

You wrinkled your nose in thought. "Not that I'm aware. It never really seemed to bother shockwave. But that mech is rather stoic so it's hard to tell. Maybe the vehicons if I'm further in my heat but I'm usually isolated from most others."

Ratchet turned to start typing on his console. "That could either be because either you don't produce pheromones to attract other bots or.." He trailed off as he typed. Then looking over at the exit of the hangar. "That you affect only ONE mech. Given your symptoms that you described."

You choked on your spit and deadpanned. Currently the said mech was out on a mission. But when they come back what will happen? Will he be unaffected or completely taken over and forced into rut? Was that something you wanted to take chances on? It was getting harder to tell as clouded thoughts started to flit through your mind. Maybe it would be interesting to see if he would react. But what then?...

"If you wish to stay somewhere else after they get back I'll be sure to move you before letting them return to base."

You nodded politely. "That would be preferable thank you."

With that ratchet extended a servo to which you climbed on as he took you to his medical work station.

You tried not to put up much of a fuss as he did various scans. Typing different things on his monitor.

"Will you be adverse to me taking an energon sample?" He asked gently.

You made a face. You hated injections and getting fluids drawn. "I'd prefer if you didnt." You grumbled honestly.

"Unfortunately it would be much harder to get an accurate suppressant made if I don't get all the information that is stored in your genetic makeup."

You grimaced. Aka he needed your blood. If he didn't have it it would be as useful as taking a shot in the dark. You really wanted to avoid needles as much as possible though.

Ratchet sensed your unease. Being shockwaves captive is no joke. He didn't want to think about what that mech put you through. "Don't worry. I'll apply the techniques that nurse Darby taught me in case I ever had to help with the kids."

He then activated his holoform and brought out a small kit for drawing blood. "I'll try to make this as painless as possible."

You tried to be still and not fight ratchet so much but you couldn't help but flinch away when he brought the needle close to your arm.

"Why don't I turn on the TV so you have something to distract yourself." He asked you gently while moving the needle away.

You tried to sit up straighter. "I don't know. I'm not used to having a distraction. I don't know if it will work."

"Here." Ratchet then removed his holoform and picked you up. Placing you on the couch and turned on the TV. Setting it to a low enough volume. "Do you want to talk about anything?"

You now we're settled next to ratchets holoform again as you faced the TV on the couch they had for the kids. Some early morning cartoons were playing that you remember seeing as a kid and felt a wave of nostalgia wash over you. A sense of familiarity as you stared at the screen.

"It's kinda hard to find anything to talk about anything right now." You gave a light chuckle. "The brain fog is slowly taking over." You confessed still focused on the TV.

"Is it bad?" He asked as he carefully pierced your skin with the needle and watched you wince.

You shook your head. "Not that bad yet. But I bet it's only going to get worse."

"Probably." Ratchet agreed as he continued focusing on drawing your energon mixed blood. "But I will do my best to prevent it."

"Thank you. I appreciate it."

"You're very welcome." He told you with a smile. "How are you feeling besides the heat? Any issues with the cyberforming?"

"None that I'm aware." You stated. Glancing over to look at him for a moment. Doing your best to not look down at what was happening with your arm.

"Well while I have a sample I'll be running some tests to make sure everything is doing alright. I'll probably have June look over at your panels as well."

"Sounds good" You told him. Noticing how he was already moving to stand up. "Done already?" You asked incredulously.

"Yep. Already got enough samples for testing. You're good to go."

Samples? As in plural? You looked down at your arm and saw a little bandaid, then to his hand where he held five vials of your mixed blood.

"No way!" You whispered in astonishment. Reaching out to hold one of the warm vials in your hand. "This is so trippy." You laughed as you lifted it up to examine it closer. Trying to use the light from the TV to see through the vial.

"Wasn't too bad was it?" Ratchet asked as you handed him back the vial.

"No you did good. But I wonder if me going into heat is particularly to blame. I think I'm starting to go mentally numb to my surroundings."

"I'm going to go start running the tests. You can sit here for now. Let me know if the symptoms get worse or if you need anything."

You nodded and watched as he left. You couldn't help but wonder why you didn't feel anything with anyone else. There was no pull. No longing. No lust. Nothing. Which you were thankful for. But you felt nervous how bad it would get with HIM in proximity while you were going into heat. His lingering scent was already making you feel the warmth between your legs.

"Maybe I will ask smokescreen to take me out somewhere to keep me out of the base." You mumbled to yourself. He was a good and trusted friend. With that thought and uncomfortable feeling coiled in your gut. Like the thought of being alone with someone else repulsed you. Which made no sense since you were fine being alone with ratchet. Maybe because the scenario is different?

You couldn't make heads or tails of it. It was getting harder to think deeply. So you just relaxed as you started to watch the next show that played. Numbing your mind to everything but the screen infront of you.

As you went through different episodes the more you felt the warmth radiating from your body. Did your spark always sound this loud? What were you doing again?

You moved to stand up but then remembered you were waiting on ratchet. How much longer till he would be done? How long do normal cybertronian heats last? How long does it usually take for symptoms to get bad?

You were about to call out to him to ask when you realized he had already been calling your name.

You blinked at him. "Um, yes?" You asked stupidly.

"They are requesting to return to base. Do you want to go somewhere real quick?"

Your mind lagged. Go?... Go where? Where will you go? Making a decision felt difficult.

Your mouth fell open but no words came to mind. "I dont....." you trailed off. You couldn't think. All you could think about was how uncomfortable you felt and how your clothes felt too warm. You wanted to cool off. A cold shower sounded nice right now.

"Shower" You told him.

Ratchet looked at you incredulously. "What?.. nevermind," Ratchet sighed shaking his helm. it seemed your heat was coming on faster than expected. It was only a matter of time before you would be incoherent. He needed to find somewhere for you to stay in the meantime. but housing a technorganic in heat would be no easy feat. Considering this would be your first time fully going into heat. Who knows how your body would handle it. He wanted to keep you close by to check on you. Since it was obvious you weren't producing any pheromones that affected him. He was your physician and he wanted to help in any way he could.

He quickly picked you up and activated the ground bridge. Rushing you out to the barracks to get washed up. Maybe a hygiene ritual will help cool your symptoms. Even if for a bit. At the very least it would dampen the intensity of your pheromones for short amount of time.

He set you down. "Let me know if you need anything else. I will have Fowler be helping you." And with that he swiftly dissapeared back to the hangar.

You blinked as you just staired at the direction he went. Your mind trying to keep up. What just happened?

You shook your head and slapped your cheeks. Trying to regain your senses.

Shower. You were here to shower.

You went inside and found a stall. Pulling the curtain you stripped your clothes and hung them on the divider wall. Maybe a shower will help. You could only wish silently to yourself as you turned the knob.

Back at base ratchet arrived as everyone was stepping through the bridge. First Magnus strutted in. Looking completely unaffected followed by smokescreen who also seemed completely unaware of any potential pheromones in the air. Leaving ratchet to muse that maybe his hypothesis was right.

It was when wheeljack walked through he staggered. Seeming to be completely thrown off the moment he entered the base. With bulkhead looking over at him concerned.

"Whoa Jackie. You alright?"

The white wrecker blinked in a daze before coming to his senses. "Yeah. I'm alright."

Ratchet could only hum in thought. So he WAS right. You could only affect wheeljack. So all he had to do was keep you both separated. Since that seemed to be your wish.

Wheeljack spotted the medic seeming to be in deep though and walked over. "Whatcha working on?" He couldn't help but notice the closer he got the stronger the smell. Was it ratchet? He had to wonder and find out for himself.

"I'm just going over (name)'s charts."

He looked at the screen to see a strand of CNA mixed with DNA along with another strand of CNA next to it. "Is something wrong?" He couldn't hide the worry in his voice.

"No nothings wrong per se. Just looking over some things for her since she asked." Ratchet stated while typing on the screen before turning to the wrecker. "Why? Is something the matter?"

Wheeljack looked caught off guard again. "Nah its just..." He paused for a brief moment. Thinking of what to say. "It's nothing. Just wondering." He then looked around. "Is (name) around?"

"She just went out. She will be back later." He stated and turned back to his work. The faster he can make the suppressant the faster your symptoms will dissappear. As well as your pheromones.

Ratchet didn't even realize wheeljack was halfway out the door before he frantically called back to him. "And where do you think you're going?!"

"Just out for a moment. I'll be back." He stated without turning around. Causing poor ratchet to bristle over his flippant retort.

"I need you to stay here for the time being. The others may require backup." Ratchet snipped

"Awe c'mon doc. I just got here. Don't tell me you're going to send me out again." He complained loudly. He was desperate to see if you were the source of those enticing pheromones.

"I just might now get back here!" The medic snapped at the white mech. "And stop calling me doc!"

You were standing there just letting the water drum over you. The coolness seeping into your skin. The running water helped with the uncomfortable warmth you felt but it didn't help the thick fog your mind was swimming through or the absolute urge to go looking for the mech that your body was calling out for.

You rested your head against the cool tiles of the stall. You wanted these symptoms to go away. If only you were back at shockwaves lab. He would administer the shot without a second thought. You should've grabbed some medicine before you escaped. You figured if the scientist felt emotions he would be laughing at your predicament right now. Or maybe. This is exactly what he wanted. But why?

Subconsciously your hand had found itself between your legs. Fingers sliding inside the place that ached as your mind wondered to your wrecker. Your fingers didn't offer much but the thoughts of it being him helped. A stifled moan caught in your throat when you heard a sound outside and decided you were in there long enough. It not like you weren't in the desert right now or anything and that water was not usually something of abundance. Nor should you be entertaining such dangerous ideas.

You lamented on how the coolness quickly left your body and struggled to dry off and redress.

You left the showers to find Fowler waiting for you. "Ratchet informed me you weren't feeling right and had me look over you for the time being. Is there anything you need?"

"Something cool. Or maybe a nap." Or maybe a third that shall not be mentioned.

"Would you like me or one of the bots to take you into town to get some ice cream then?

Your eyes lit up for a second as a certain wrecker crossed your mind before you quickly dismissed that thought.

"I'm not sure." You told him truthfully.

You didn't know what you wanted. Nothing sounded appealing to you. All except for the carnal urge to find the white lancia and make him yours. To sink your teeth into him. Intertwine your body with his. To feel his spark beat against yours. But such an intimately deep and primal urge scared you. You were scared of the unknowns. You were still intigrating yourself into team prime. Slowly becoming comfortable with everyone around you. Being thrust into a situation like this was alarming.

"I'll just hang out in a different hanger and try to get some rest." You told him. All in all you didn't feel like being around anyone. Well all except one mech. But you weren't ready for that. You were starting to remember him better. Rekindle your close friendship. Such a commitment was not something to take lightly. You would do your best not to give in.

You ended up at an adjacent hangar and the others were polite enough to lend you an office to crash in. They even were kind enough to lend you a pillow. Once you seemed settled in enough on the small couch Fowler left to go back to his own office.

"If you need anything just give me a call." Fowler told you before leaving.

You hummed in acknowledgement and watched him dissappear from the doorway. Closing the door behind himself. Leaving you by yourself with your thoughts all over again.

You wanted to rest. Even with the malaise wearing down your body you wouldn't be able to relax. Not with the desire to seek out relief plaguing your hazed mind. Picking and nagging at you. But you wouldn't be caught dead pleasuring yourself in public like this.

You laid there for what felt like hours. Trying menial mental tests to keep you sane. You feared the moment you slipped up you would lose control. But as time ticked by your mental awareness shrank to next to nothing. Even your short term memory started to fail. It was getting to the point you would get up to leave. Only to stop yourself when you remembered just WHY you placed yourself into quarantine to begin with. Then found yourself pacing as you battled your own body. It felt like chains were constricting your body. Hot, heavy, and extremely uncomfortable. All with that mech on the other end tugging at you to come closer.

You didn't want to be caged up any longer. You've had enough of that back with the decepticons. The air was too stuffy. It was getting harder to breathe. You were sure soon the walls were going to start closing in on you.

You walked out to notice that the hangar was vacant. All military personnel had already left for the most part. How long were you in that office? Was it already night? There's no way. You stepped out and felt unease wash over you. It was uncomfortably quiet. You had gotten used to the hustle and bustle of hangar E. How there was at least one living being in the hangar at all times.

You left the hangar quickly. Not wanting to stay there much longer. The silence was suffocating.

What you weren't expecting was finding yourself wandering mindlessly over to the outside of hangar E. It was dark outside but like usual inside the hangar it was relatively lit. You wanted that familiarity. Something about it was calling you. Or maybe it was your instincts. It was getting harder to tell. You didn't even know what you were doing or why you were even there in the first place. Your self controll must really be slipping now.

You shook your head. You wanted to ask ratchet but thought better than to just waltz right in. You needed to go back before making a mistake. Turning to trudge back to the hangar you found yourself unable to take a single step. You would go back; Only that you had to conveniently forget which one you had actually stayed in.

Fuck.

You wanted to cry in frustration. What were you even doing? Where were you? Why were you still so freaking warm. And where was ratchet with your suppressant. "Just hurry up with the damn suppressant already!" You cried out to no one in particular. Well no one in earshot. At least that's what you thought.

The scent. Oh Primus the scent that started filtering into your nose. It made you feel weaker. it made the heat of desire burn hotter, stronger, heavier. A vice tightening with every vent. Like a starved animal. It clouded everything out of your mind. You turned around and was met with the sight of wheeljack standing just outside hangar E.

Just as you opened your mouth to say something you clamped your hand around it. No! Don't draw him closer. If you do you will lose the very shred of self control you had left.

He spotted you and began to make his way to you.

At first you stumbled towards him. Drunk off of his scent. It coaxing you sweetly while pulling you in. Calling to you. Beconing. Only for you to regain your senses enough to run.

And run you did.

To be continued...

Part two

[caveofwanderers]

Drabble: An Icy Stroll through the Greenhouse

{And while Matt and Yuugan are stuck with the illusion of the Phantom-- A key player is using his chance to clear the path ahead under everyone’s noses}

OST: Idle Hands

“I can feel the battling from here, which means I got no time to waste to clear out these magic drones.”

The first thought running through his mind was how much time he had before the fight would end... If Matt were to perish, it’d be for naught, so he’d have to hope he can handle it.

“I just gotta act fast!”

It wouldn’t be long before he’d get to work... Why was there magic security drones in a greenhouse? He didn’t know for sure, but he didn’t care either.

And that’s not even getting into the fauna and plant life. Ever seen a fire breathing venus flytrap? Or whipping thorned vines? This wasn’t expected at all, he’d have to hope he could take them out, a light hail of ice would form a shield as he’d dash in to kick the flytrap’s mouth shut. Swiftly cutting the vine with a swift kick before cutting further with a dagger.

It was relatively quick and easy, before he’d find himself getting hit from behind in the back of the head with a steel-empowered haymaker.

OST: Follower Bathed in Blood

“Skulking in the dark... How unlike you.” the source was a hulking man with his hands coated in steel. Enhancement magic by any other name. “And here I thought you were more clever than that.”

Genki would regain his footing, clutching the back of his head in his left hand.

“Don’t talk so big, Drei. We’re both traitors to Seven’s cause.” he’d soon crack his knuckles, without the plant life and drones in his way, no one was aware of this potential fight.

“Hoh? I’ll admit, he throws his weight around believing him to be my better, but you hide away rather than fight directly. You’ve got no place in the world that Sechs wishes to create.” Drei would cross his arms, before he’d try and charge forward--

“WHOA!” Genki rolls out just in time, and then a few more times after that. “You got the speed of a flaming bullet train!”

“Less gawking, more fighting!” Drei would find up another punch, which gets miraculously parried by Genki’s dagger. “You’re fragile as a lamb, waiting for the slaughter. You cannot create change like Sechs! If anyone is right to knock Samui down a peg, it is Acht and myself!”

“And then what? What is your dream?”

“A dream? Don’t make me laugh!”

“People who lack a dream, a desire to inspire the change they wish to see--” Genki quickly retaliates with a suckerpunch, before a body blow and a sweeping kick. “They have no right to get in my way!! You can’t piggyback off of Sechs’s dream, you need to make one for yourself!”

Of course, fighting Drei was like fighting a wall, he was too strong, and he couldn’t win in a head on fight. So the only course of action was to run and make a break for it. Making a wall of ice before hurrying out the other end of the greenhouse. Hearing Drei cursing his cowardice all the while before his echoing voice was a memory.

OST: Premonition

“All right, I can only hope Drei doesn’t have the smarts to bust the wall down and move on.” he’d huff as he’d walk forward. “Please, dad... Please stop Seven before these guys do. Whatever Sechs has planned that has Drei so feverishly into it, it can’t be good.

[abyssusinvo]

Dream drabbles! Send a...

@akagamiko​ asked:  ★ / for drake? fantasy au maybe??

In his dreams he flies, the sensation of wind whipping past his face almost serene and natural like he belonged to thrive in the skies. A feeling that, if he was awake, he’d know there to be something wrong with his head to take such comfort in it.

But why should he? What was wrong with slicing through the air, surging with power? He didn’t mind it in the least right now so what was making him ill at ease?

Below him the ground is a blur, trees and lake shores coming and going in a blink of an eye. Time too seems to speed up as he doesn’t recall ever coming across a single sign of life until now, suddenly so close as he seems to stop to hover above what appeared to be a bustling kingdom. Horror finally begins to dawn on him then as the atmosphere he’d been so enjoying changes swiftly. Fear is palpable in the air now as well as singes of flame spewing from where he supposes his mouth is.

ᛊᛟᛟᚾ... Soon

An ancient voice tenderly croons at him, the words becoming clear in his head even though spoken in a language long lost to the lands Drake belonged to.

ᛃᛟᛁᚾ ᛖᚢᛖᚱᛁᚦᛁᛜ ᛁᚾ ᚦᛖ ᚺᛖᚱᛏ ᛟᚠ ᚦᛖ ᚠᛚᚨᛗᛖ Join everything in the heart of the flame

Drake attempts to shake his head to clear his mind of the horrible voices encouraging destruction, only to find his head continually fixed in this vision turned nightmare.

And while he cannot see them, he knows the humans down on the ground are terrified of his presence, small shapes darting in and around buildings away from the figure looming over them in the skies. There is nothing he can do to stop what inevitably comes, not even able to close his eyes to block the horrible sight out.

Before the searing heat of blazing fire is spewed upon all those below, claws invisible to Drake seem to tenderly cradle his form. A claw tapping lightly over his heart as it traps him in it’s sinisterly comforting embrace.

ᛞᛖᛊᛏᚱᛟᛁ ᛖᚢᛖᚱᛁᚦᛁᛜ! Destroy Everything!

The kingdom below is drown in a sea of hellfire and agonized screams before he finally, finally awakens.

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Drake crashes to the floor in a flurry of sweat and thin sheets. A scream having just left his throat raw as it cuts off with his regained consciousness, something he doubted that thing would allow him to have for much longer.

There is a clatter and bang outside his door as he regains his senses, weary eyes peering over where his sword was leant against a wall only briefly before he turns to the door the innskeeper looked about ready to beat in.

“Sir? Sir Knight are you okay in there? I heard you screaming!”

Picking himself off the floor he moves to answer and open his rooms door before the hinges really come flying off, careful to veil his eyes as he does so.

“I’m fine! T’was just a very bad nightmare is all.”

And perhaps a premonition for the future he darkly adds in his own troubled thoughts.

[intangibly-here]

you, clever as always (are still dreaming)

zhongli x gn! reader

- drabble; 780 words - fluff & cuddles - slight hurt/comfort - part-dragon zhongli

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a quiet sound from across the room awakens you from your reverie. what could it be..?

[snuggles w/ half-dragon zhongli] 

title from r sound design - flos.

requested by anon.

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thump—!

abruptly, the muffled sound of a thud brings you out of your work-induced haze, pen pausing above a paper filled with ink-scrawled answers and candid proposals. with a confused mind, you set the elegant pen down (a gift from zhongli on one of your outings; it was a surprise in itself, seeing that he had remembered to bring mora at all), straightening the mundane documents and glancing first at the clock, then in the near vicinity of the sound. you’ve done enough work for today. the rest will be manageable tomorrow. 

that leaves you to focus on right now — there’s only one thing that could make a disturbance this late at night, but why..? hurriedly, you make your way over to the bed, fingers flicking against each other in worry. 

..ah.

to the expectations of your concerned premonitions, buried in the weighty layers of your blankets lays a little less than human zhongli, golden horns sprouting out of normally smoothed hair and faint brown scales speckling the face pressed against soft bedding. in the throes of a fitful sleep, zhongli shuffles restlessly, hair thrown about in a wild mess and tail splayed ruggedly across the mattress. 

“love?”

a chuffle is all you get in return to your inquiry, of which really doesn’t give you much to work with. zhongli’s heavy tail thumps irritatedly against the bedspread, as if matching the creased marks of his furrowed brows in unconsciousness. 

well, at least you know now what the thump from earlier was.

carefully from where you’re perched on the edge of the bed, you lean over his lax form and unhook a glowing horn from the clutches of a crumpled sheet. the pillow is damp when you make to shift it. the corners of your eyes droop in understanding. 

bad dream...?

unhesitatingly, you slide under the warm sheets and tuck his slightly trembling form into your chest. one hand cards into the hair between his horns, the other stroking blurry shapes into the nape of his neck. unconsciously, zhongli moves closer into your embrace, snuffling at the drifts of skin uncovered by cloth and mouthing at its warmth. 

you close your eyes and hug him tighter. 

(may your well-wishes follow him into his dreams.)

“...li..”

“..zhong..”

“..zhongli...”

“mn....”

blearily, zhongli blinks his eyes open to the gentle weight of your hand on his head. your eyes are closed, in the midst of a peaceful sleep, but your fingers continue to minutely twitch against his scalp, as if still in the soothing motions of combing through the locks of his hair. 

he turns his face to the murmur of your sleep talk, content in only listening to the way you mumble even just his name so endearingly, whether conscious or not. in return to your calls, zhongli snuggles into the crook of your neck, nuzzling under the loose line of your jaw. his tail wraps around your thigh, tufted tip curling soft ‘round the inside of your ankle and pulling you closer to the warmth under the comforter. 

zhongli’s hands slip into your own, palms interlocked and fingers intertwined, tracing patterns into your skin. deftly, the symbol for heart; he leans closer, can count the eyelashes fanning the tops of your cheeks. wondrously, the symbol for sweet; his thumb brushes over the back of your hand, rubbing circles over its expanse and smoothing over the softened ridges of curved knuckles. gently, the symbol for love; he presses a soft kiss to the corner of your mouth, then another, and another, trailing from the dip of your pursed lips to the curve of your neck, then down to the edges of your collarbones. 

from somewhere at the back of his mind, he can faintly remember an old memory resurfacing in the thick of his dream-addled sleep; now though, with you by his side and tucked into his presence, like wispy clouds melded into a pale blue sky, the bad reminiscences are but a hazy remembrance, only to be looked upon as a past event that’s scarred over — that will forever be etched into memory, but has already been healed. 

he is all too grateful for it. 

(grateful for you.)

rhythmically, the clock ticks, mimicking the tell of a rising sun that’s soon to come. of course, that’s only soon to come. tick tock. tick tock. zhongli smiles into your skin and tugs you closer, arms taking care to wrap you in a snug embrace that won’t accidentally cause you to wake up. the curtains flutter with the breeze that flows in from the partially opened window. 

for now though, he can keep you to himself for a little longer. 

just a little longer.

[nyxneon]

Gorgon - a dreamling drabble

 I’m late and early at the same time because this is tomorrow's prompt, but I was looking for inspiration. And inspiration came, in the shape of one of the new songs by the Cure, And nothing is forever. Which is very good, by the way. (I will do the previous prompt next time.... way to always do things backwards...)

Again, I didn’t want to go in this direction. I didn’t want to reference Dream’s end, but here we are. 

Also, if any Cure fans are reading this, I tried to cram as many cure lyrics references as I could, because...why not. 

Hob has been having weird dreams for a while now.

Weird is not exactly the right word for it, though. He’s been around long enough to understand the reason behind the chill he feels in his heart when he wakes up after those dreams.

Some call them omens, premonitions. He knows something is about to happen to Dream. And once again Hob is on the sidelines, unable to do anything, to help. Unable to be close to him.

This time Hob is looking into a mirror, ornate and ancient, but it’s not his own face looking back.

He can see a face, cold and unmoving like ice, gaunt and white as the shroud of a dead man. The eyes are black pools of night, but there are no more stars in them. It’s the pitch black of the sky after the end of the world.

And Dream’s wild hair is now a nest of black snakes, contorting and writhing and hissing, with shiny wet scales and gaping red mouths like arrow wounds and venomous fangs.

It’s a cruel mockery of Dream as he was in his Kingdom, a nightmare vision. But Hob is not scared.

He is just unspeakably sad.

[z-h-i-e]

Finrod. Perhaps a dream, perhaps a premonition. Did he know his exact fate? Scribbles & Drabbles 2021

[lotzzoforangezoutside]

THE LIST III

Original Series

Delayed  |  Rest  |   Surprises  |  The Mexican Coca-Cola is Much Sweeter  |  Have You Met A Stranger  |  The Unnecessity of Physical Distances  |  Silence  |  Things We Say When We’re 700 Miles Apart  |  Cheeks on Desk  |  Lunch with You  |  Sunday  |  2e-10  |  The Secret of the Sky is Not to be Revealed  |  A Fly on the Wall  |  Pink Piglet and His Baby Mama  |  With A Cherry on Top  |  The Turkey Special  |  Together We’ll Mend Your Heart  |  When the Sundog Did Not Come  |  Eight  |  Man on a Mission  |  Childish Games  |  No Other Fish  |  The Ancient Secrets of the Bee Pollen  |  The Goddess and the Scholar  |  Breakfast on the Weekends  |  Particular  |  Pink, Dancing, and Bubbly  |  Rent Day Blues  |  Salt and Sugar  |  Cigarettes Will Kill You  |  Headlong  |  Seven Pound and Six Ounces  |  Second Christmas  |  The Next Christmas  |  Occam’s Razor  |  The Answering Machine  |  Heads and Tails  |   A Month Shy of A Year  |  A Call with Chuck  |  Forgetfulness and Presbyopia  |  The Other Dream  |  The Cincinnati Chili is a Sin to Pass Up  |  Pups  |  Barnes Corners  |  True Love Happens Every Day  |  The Meanings of Thermos  |  Tuesdays With Mulder  |  Old Friend in Oxford  |  Mulder’s Chickadee  |  The Broken Pinky Loneliness  |  The Markings of a Man  |  The Master Of  |  Universes  |  The Cygnet and Dumbo  |  Marks and Scars  |  Waiting for the Ship to Come  |  The Origin of the Walkie-Talkie  |  The Excepted One  | 

AU

A Full House Thanksgiving

Emily AU: And They Were All Yellow  |  |  The Spookys  |  Skinny Noodles  |  Yucky Boys and Fickle Girls  |  Priceless  |  It  |  Spelling Bees and Sing-A-Longs  |  Letter to Santa  |  Christmas at Grandma’s  |  Minime  |  Faithful One-Hundred Percent  |  Deep Space Sparkle  |  Sympathy Pox  | Belong  |   The Year of the Fox  | 

Jacksons AU: The Boy from the Future  |  The Things Said by the Hands  | 

Cricket Universe

Ten Rules of Dating  |  Daddy’s Girl  |  First Day  |  How to Dad  |  The Tentative Trouble with Time Traveling  |  Brought to You by The LGM  |  For the Life of Pie  |  Semi-Grown  |  A Reunion  |  The Trekkie Professor  |  Premonition  |   An Experiment  |  A Late Summer  | 

Conversation in the Very Very Late at Night…. thirteen  |  fourteen  |

Short shorts & snapshots

drabbles…. tau |  upsilon | phi | chi | psi |

[prettywordsyouleft]

PWYL’s 2020 Masterlist

Just as I did last year, I’ve made this list for those who wish to look through the stories I’ve written over 2020! I’ve organised it that some things will be linked and others will take you to the group masterlist (because if I linked everything, the links wouldn’t all work).

Thank you for everyone who has supported my stories this year!

End of Year Review

SERIES (12)

Reconciliation - Jaebum (GOT7)

Down By The Lake - Daehyun / Yongguk (B.A.P) 

10 Dates - Suho (EXO)

What A Tease - GOT7 (18+)

Band Sessions - DAY6

Bloodstone - Namjoon (BTS)

MonX Hospital - Monsta X

Forsaken - Jinyoung (GOT7)

Labelling Love - Eunwoo (ASTRO)

To Be Continued - Brian (DAY6)

Idol Advent 2020 - various idols

COLLABS (6)

Guardian - with @goodnightkisseu​ + @this-song-thats-only-for-you​

Mistletoe Manor: The Epilogues - with @noona-clock​

The Writer’s Guild - with 6 other GOT7 writers (listed in collab masterlist!)

Christmas In July - with @this-song-thats-only-for-you​

Love In Four Ways - with @jackiejacks923​, @noona-clock​ + @this-song-thats-only-for-you​

Christmas Is - with 4 other writers (listed in collab masterlist!)

ONESHOTS/SCENARIOS

AB6IX (2) Masterlist HERE

Be Mine

Boys and Girls

ASTRO (2) Masterlist HERE

Worth The Break In

Mr Monday

ATEEZ (2) Masterlist HERE

Sensory Overload

Indecent

B.A.P (1) Masterlist HERE

A Bad Dream

BTS (3) Masterlist HERE

Do My Best

Just An Hour More

Forbidden Apple

CNBLUE (2) Masterlist HERE

The Book That Started It All

Jet Ski

DAY6 (8) Masterlist HERE

Friends To Lovers

How To Love

Out Of The Storm

Friday Night

The Singing Man

The Best Partner

Expensive

Thirteen Moons

EXO (5) Masterlist HERE

A Novel Idea

Bonding Session

Building Memories

Invested

Recharge

GOT7 (18) Masterlist HERE

Voice of Reason

Maybe

Fundamental

Heaven

The Devil Contained

The Catch

The Writers Guild: BamBam

Yellow Bells

Inferior

Anywhere

A Good Excuse

Thanks To You

Altered Dreams

Birthday Tears

Bag of Tricks

The Monster’s Witch

Peach and Pear

Something For You

IKON (4) Masterlist HERE

Ample View

Out of Options

Chef’s Kitchen

Chef’s Kiss

Korean Actors (3) Masterlist HERE

Working Together

Loyal

This Is Why I Married You

Monsta X (11) Masterlist HERE

Housemate Lottery

You, Idiot

Guardian: Hand-Picked

Love Standards

That’s It?

Love and War

A Little More Than Nothing

More Than A Lifetime

Infiltrate

Again

Collecting Excuses 

NCT (3) Masterlist HERE

An Opportunity

More Than Reliable

Chaos and Coffee

NU’EST (1) Masterlist HERE

Saving Ruins

SEVENTEEN  (5) Masterlist HERE

Reading Abilities

Bothered

Someone Special

Afternoon Show

After School Hours

SHINee (3) Masterlist HERE

Cooking Duties

First Impressions

Enamoured

STRAY KIDS (3) Masterlist HERE

Love Diet

Crossing Boundaries

Great Lengths

VIXX (4) Masterlist HERE

Compatible

Too Vivid

The Price of Freedom

Heart and Home

Various Artists (5) Masterlist HERE

Quickfire

Close Call

Premonitions

Ulterior Motive

Christmas Foresight

Other

Maker

Chelle Chats Drabbles: (179)

Jan - Dec 2020 Drabbles Masterlist

[hazzabeeforlou]

Hi! Can I ask when/how you started writing and how you 'worked' it? I'm re-reading pits, and it's really damn well written, and it makes me feel so many things

Hi dear! You’re so sweet, I’m glad you’re coming back to my ‘story baby’ again, that makes me smile. This will be a bit of a long answer, but I hope it inspires anyone who’s had doubts to FORGOE the doubts and just start writing.

I’ve been making up stories as long as I can remember. I used to write little poems as a five year old, and then little picture books, and then come up with outrageous adventure dress-up games. I dreamed of writing fantasy novels in my pre-teen years, and had multiple journals stuffed with half articulated stories that I just didn’t think were ‘good enough.’ I was always great at coming up with plots and twists and endings, but the actual mechanics of sitting down and writing shit out really scared the hell out of my possible (probable) adhd/executive disfunction. I wrote some really sappy and SHORT Jaina Solo fanfic and some VERY Het but Not Het marauders fan fic in late high school/college, but mostly during those years I wrote tons of songs, and plotted a long-suffering fairy book (that I nagged @metal-eye about just this past week) but I had honestly never completed a full-ass “story” until I started writing for this fandom in 2018!!! Seriously. I MEAN THAT.

I started with a drabble, you can still find it, it’s the first thing I wrote on ao3. And then I was inspired by a tumblr post about a Selkie losing it’s skin and I thought up the plot for Until You Remember and wrote the whole fic out in like TWO DAYS. (Did I mention the probable adhd.) Around this time I was coming to terms with being gay and rehashing the trauma from religion and my family and what not, and I started writing PITS as little vignettes, chapter by chapter, each inspired by a different memory. There was no plot, no organization, just a jumble of scenes from my life. It’s sounds unbelievable, but all of a sudden I had nearly 100,000 words? And I was like WTF Toni. Because that had NOT been the plan. Anywho, I spent a good deal of time editing and stringing it all together, and by some twist of fate or premonition, the pieces all fit like a puzzle, and PITS was born. I honestly thought the subject matter too dark for this fandom, so I expected two or three people to read and comment.

But a little about the ‘working’ of writing, at least for me. I suppose there’s a smidge of natural intuition involved, as I’d always been told I could write well. I read a lot, and I am a VERY visual learner, and an even better copy cat, and I honestly think that’s why I’m so ‘good’ at music/art/writing, because I can mimic the teachers that have taught me. If someone tells me to phrase a phrase musically, I’ll be like, uh, okay ATTEMPT. But if they give me an example? I’ll play it back exactly that way. So it’s the same for writing with me, if I read an author with a certain style, I’ll be writing like that author for several days. My brain is a sponge of sentence structures, and I think that’s a really helpful quirk to have. Now in college, I did a TON of writing, and had some very patient people help me learn to structure essays and shit. At my grad school (which is. Very famous but not for writing.) a professor told me ‘we’ve had Harvard people that couldn’t write as well!’ WHICH I think is more an indictment of their criteria for admission than Harvard’s writing program but anyways my POINT is that I’ve carried a lot of what I learned and observed through 8 years in academia into fan fic writing, which for me is:

-“However” never starts a sentence

-use “was/is” like the HOTTEST pepper in your salsa. Sparingly, and with much debate over if you’ll regret it later

-scan your work for constantly used words (I’ll get in a rut and keep writing “deliberate” three times in the same page) and then THESAURUS THAT SHIT

-your fic is a soup, boil out the excess broth, or it will be all water and no substance. (Seriously, longer is NOT BETTER)

-don’t tell me in each separate paragraph what your character is thinking. Think up a way to SHOW what they’re thinking and let your reader figure it out for themselves. In other words, don’t mansplain to your reader. *(I just finished a fic—not in this fandom—that could have gone from 150k to 100k just by eliminating this RIP MY EYES)

-vary your sentence structure

-read what you’ve written out loud. If your brain stumbles at speaking it, it will be awkward for your reader too

-don’t obsess about your first draft. Just get ideas from your grey matter to your white paper and let it steep for a while, I swear all the silt will settle and you’ll be able to edit clearly

-google is your friend. I don’t remember every grammatical rule from high school either ;)

Okay. I’ve rambled enough. I hope that’s helpful nony, and good luck if you’re writing!! Much love, Toni <3

[sableu3]

Another fix-it drabble

Because I can’t stop writing these apparently. This one is 1.2k

Sorry, not sorry.

There are no overt spoilers in this, by the way. Tiny, tiny hints of spoilers for S7 finale but that’s it.

Second Chances

Sometimes she gets flashes, almost like premonitions, of what could have happened. She dreams of the ground even though she’s never been but these aren’t the kind of dreams she had as a kid, they aren’t how she has always imagined the ground. These are nightmares. They are filled with people who had survived on the ground for all these years. People who speak a different language that she seems to understand, that hunt and kill the people she’s with. They drain them of blood and shoot them with arrows and set off bombs and a wave of fire engulfs them all. She wakes up in a cold sweat and thinks of oxymorons. She goes back to sleep and dreams of a boy with dark curls and freckles. She dreams of hating him, respecting him, leading with him, trusting him, loving him. She dreams of missing him for years and getting him back. She dreams of war and a new world and judgment day. She dreams of second chances.

She doesn’t know what it all means until shes dragged from her cell and told they are being sent to the ground. It knocks the breath from her lungs and she barely notices the needle being shoved into her as her mothers face fades from her vision.

When she wakes up again she’s on the drop ship and it’s a scene straight from her nightmares. She honestly thinks she’s still asleep at first but everything is so much louder, the colors brighter. She can smell the sweat and fear on the bodies around her as Wells tries to talk to her. Jaha’s face appears on the screen and the speech flashes through her mind as he begins to speak. It’s the same.

She’s in a daze, numbed by the shock that this is all real, by the time they land. She doesn’t push to the front, she doesn’t call out a warning that the air could be toxic. When the kids rush out into the open air she doesn’t worry that they are on the wrong mountain, she knows they are, but she also knows that’s a good thing. What she does is find Bellamy. He’s smiling, watching his sister when she grabs hold of his jacket. He looks down at her with no recognition on his face and his eyebrow cocked up.

“I need to talk to you.”

He looks her over and sneers, “Yea? What about, Princess?”

There is contempt in his voice but she knew there would be. He doesn’t know her yet. It doesn’t change the fact that she needs him to believe her.

“Please.”

There must be enough fear and desperation in her face because he softens slightly and lets out a sigh.

“Fine. Lead the way.”

“There’s a river this way, we can talk there.”

He frowns for a moment before he scoffs, “How could you possibly-”

She cuts him off with a sharp tug and he grunts as he is pulled forward unexpectedly. As the sounds of the rambunctious kids fade he can hear the sound of trickling water. He looks at her sharply. There hasn’t been enough time for her to wander off to find this river and come back to grab him. He knows this but there is still doubt in his eyes.

She takes a deep breath and says, “Bellamy, I need you to listen and believe me because I’m scared and I can’t do this without you.”

He frowns in confusion and she lays it all out for him. She tells him of her dreams and what happened in them, how she thought they were just nightmares until they started coming true. She tells him everything she knows about the ground and the people who live here. She tells him there are bunkers she can lead him to, to prove it. She doesn’t have time to go into a lot of detail right now though because eventually they need to go back and make sure the kids are safe.

He’s still frowning as he asks her, “Why me? Out of all the kids here, you could have told Wells or any of the others. Why tell me?”

She looks up at him and bites her bottom lip, debating a moment, “Because in my dreams we lead together. Things always went better when we were together. I’m the head, but you’re the heart. I know right now you don’t want the ark to come down because your scared of what will happen to you.” He scoffs, all bravado, but she continues talking over him, “Bellamy, you didn’t kill Jaha. He survived, and I can make sure you get pardoned. The ark is dying, they are running out of oxygen. My father wanted to tell people, that’s why he was floated. That’s why they sent us down here, to see if Earth is survivable.”

His eyes widen as if her knowledge of his actions was the final piece needed for him to fully believe her. He swallows hard and looks away and she gives him a moment. “You’re sure? He’s alive?”

“I’m sure. If things keep following like they did in my dreams, my mom manages to save him. You aren’t a monster Bellamy. You never have been and you never will be. Your mom would be so proud of you for everything you accomplish.” She reassures him.

“How?” He asks suddenly, “How did you dream all of this? How do you know all of this? You act like you know me but-” He cuts himself off, running a hand through his hair in frustration.

She frowns and looks away, “I don’t know. And I don’t know you, it’s more like I know of you. It’s weird. I’ve seen it all play out, I know we become partners, best friends. I know how much we end up loving each other because I saw it but I- I didn’t feel it. I wasn’t part of it. It was like watching a movie, you feel for the characters but you aren’t them.”

When she looks back to see if he understands he’s staring at her with wide eyes. “We loved each other?” He asks in shock.

Her mouth drops open a bit and she blushes, “I…Sorry, I shouldn’t have- I only meant-” She stutters. She hadn’t been watching her words while trying to explain and now she tries to backtrack. “Look, it doesn’t matter. That might not even turn out the same since I’m trying to change things.” She waves her hand as if brushing it off and doesn’t notice his face darken, “I don’t expect- I mean I know you might not end up feeling that way this time. Let’s just see how it goes, okay? I mean, you were a bit of a playboy in the beginning of my dreams anyway and I-”

His laugh cuts her off and she glances at him to see him smirking at her. “I think your going to have to explain these dreams in more detail, Princess. It seems you left some things out.”

She blushes and huffs out a laugh, “Yea. Look, we need to get back and start setting up camp. There is so much to do but I’ll explain more later, okay?”

He looks easy and relaxed but she can still see the tightness of responsibility in his shoulders. “Sure. I’ve already been looking out for one teenager for sixteen years, what’s 99 more?”

“At least you won’t be alone this time. We’ll look out for them together.”

The contemplative look he gives her, the softness in his eyes and smile tugging at his lips makes her think things will go much better than in her dreams.

“Together.”

[charmspoint]

I'm not afraid of spoilers, so I'm wondering what's in store for us in the next chapter of "Assigned lesbian by your best friend/biggest rival". I can guess what poor Michiru might have been thinking when Nana herself suggested that Keya go out for a while. It was clearly not their day. Although I would say that chapter 4 is my favorite among the available ones.

For this ask game

Anon who didnt want spoilers dont look!!

But honestly I just wanted ch5 to be a lil chillout chapter of them like...just hanging out like normal people with minimal stupid drama...though you know Kyouya an Nana there’s always gonna be stuff going on. But yeah, a simple bonding chapter with some goofs and Nana and Kyouya being overdramatic and Michiru being her sweet self. I’m about 1k in and Assigned lesbian chapters are usually 2k so I’m about halfway through I’m just....in a rut.......But here’s a super out of context drabble! Try to guess wtf they are doing!

“What about Annie?”

 Nana’s voice was so cold and sharp that Kyouya’s heart stopped mid beat.

 “A-Annie?”

 “Yes, Annie. She just recently learned how to talk right. What were her first words, they were papa weren’t they?” Nana smiled a sugary smile overflowing with poison, “So sweet, she loves you so much. She loves her papa, she idolizes him, I bet when she gets a little older she will want to be just like you,” her smile dropped into a cold stare of death, “It would really be such a shame if she were to lose her tongue and never say papa again.”

 Kyouya’s fingers trembled, he couldn’t look away from those eyes. He had seen those eyes countless times before, in faces of murderers and gang bosses that appeared in his dreams like premonitions of death. He thought he had accepted the fact that one day he might die from hands of a vengeful criminal but…not like this, not now, Annie had just said her first words!

 “Al…alright…I’ll do what you ask. Just please…don’t hurt my daughter.”

[hellreads]

Hehe Seokjin angst fic anon again if you still remember me. I've been searching a lot these days for some Jin angsty fic and i finally found some!! Quietus by kingsuckjin, A painter's folly by taehauntsme (these 2 fics fuck me up so hard), Stay for a while by vanaera, Edge of tomorrow by thedefinitionofbts, Tenderness by shookykookie, Expensive gifts by bxebxee, Restoration by prolixitae, Melancholy by kosmogguks. These fics have been plaguing my mind for so long

Anonymous said to hellreads: I also have some other lighter angst, more fluffy! Seven tears by minstrophywife, Strawberry roses by peekaboongi, Thaumaturge by nambewb; also some pure fluff that are just so cute: 4 am pinning by dimplemono, Pasta la vista by honeymoonjin, Whipped by syubits. That’s all, i hope you have fun reading 💖💖💖💖💖

hi there love, of course I remember you, oh that’s a lot of angsty fics, I won’t read all of this in one go that’s for sure but thank you for sharing these with me, it means a lot even if this will probably crush my heart to powder T_T 

p.s. how did you manage to find and read all of these fics? is your heart okay? did the fluff fics help save you from all the angst? (all fic links and info will be under the cut) | 🍒

Angsty Angst Seokjin Fics

❥ Quietus by @kingsuckjin​➴ Zombie!AU | Seokjin x Reader | One-Shot➴ In all other zombie stories the main character is out to kill the dead for the living or to keep yourself alive, Not in this story. In this story you will be out to kill the living to keep the dead alive. This is a story about the lengths you’d go to for someone you love. Would you risk your life and take a life for someone whos heart doesn’t even beat?

❥ A Painter’s Folly by @taehauntsme​➴ Dorian Gray!AU | Seokjin x Reader | One-Shot➴ Inspired by the classic novel “The Picture of Dorian Gray” by Oscar Wilde

❥ Stay for a While by @vanaera​➴ College!AU | Seokjin x Reader | One-Shot➴ Seokjin always finds himself begging you to stay and you, likewise, continuously tell yourself this will be the last time.

❥ Edge of Tomorrow by @thedefinitionofbts​➴ Sci-fi!AU | Seokjin x Reader | One-Shot ➴ “No matter the amount of rain that falls, what the unrelenting darkness erases, or how many times we are reverted back to the past, I’ll definitely save you.”

❥ Tenderness by @shookykookie​➴ Android/Dystopian!AU | Seokjin x Reader | One-Shot➴ Droids didn’t have feelings, did they?

❥ Expensive Gifts by @bxebxee​➴ Fake Dating!AU | Seokjin x Reader | One-Shot➴ //

❥ Restoration by @prolixitae​➴ Ex-Lovers?AU | Seokjin x Reader | One-Shot➴ It’s been ten months since you walked out on him, and tonight, you find yourself deep in a cocktail bar with that lowly question hanging over your head: “Ever wondered what it would be like if you stayed?”

❥ Melancholy by @kosmogguks​➴ Premonition?AU | Seokjin x Reader | Series➴ Jin can see how people die in his dreams. He can see where. He can see when. And now, he can see Y/n.

Light Angst with Fluff Seokjin Fics

❥ Seven Tears by @minstrophywife​➴ Selkie!AU | Seokjin x Reader | One-Shot➴ Your heart calls you to the sea, ever since your fateful encounter at the age of seven with a boy who whispers these words to you:

Seven tears into the sea,

In seven years I’ll come to thee.

The longing in your heart my dear,

Beckons me closer every year.

❥ Strawberry Roses by @peekaboongi​➴ Cupid?AU | Seokjin x Reader | One-Shot➴ When a chaotic man who claims to be a Cupid appears, your dull life is suddenly filled with laughter and strawberry roses. You’re just forgetting one important thing—magic never lasts past midnight.

↳ or, chaotic but domestic Jin trying to teach you how to make strawberries resemble roses.

Pure Fluff Seokjin Fics

❥ 4 AM Pining by @dimplemono​➴ Bakery/Co-Workers!AU | Seokjin x Reader | Drabble➴ //

❥ Pasta La Vista by @honeymoonjin​➴ Food Critic/Restaurant!AU | Seokjin x Reader | One-Shot➴ In which you, a food critic, wonders how the hell Kim Seokjin manages to stay in business considering how horrendous his food seems to be.

❥ Whipped by @syubits​➴ Bakery!AU | Seokjin x Reader | One-Shot➴ The new intern at the bakery down the street is kinda cute.

[grumpyhedgehogs]

Master List

The Umbrella Academy

wake from your sleep, the drying of your tears (today we escape) (pt. 1)

wake from your sleep, the drying of your tears (today we escape) (pt. 2)

I Think We’re (Not) Alone Now

Draw String

Artificial Harmonics

Double Stops

Home Coming

where the lonely make the lonely feel less lonely (AO3 link)

The Good Place

Seal The Deal

Enough

Far Cry 5/ Far Cry New Dawn

The Judgement of Petals (pt. 1)

Make My Noose From a Daisy Chain (pt. 2)

Lay Me to Rest in a Bed of Wildflowers (pt. 3)

the old make way (drabble)

Failures and Savoirs

Abandoned (Failures and Saviors pt. 2)

Forgotten (Failures and Saviors pt. 3)

Harry Potter

Brothers (AO3 link)

Bendy And The Ink Machine

Stop Me If You’ve Heard This One Before

These Kids These Days with Their Ink Machines

A Way Out

A Way Out of Snapchat

Batman

In Poor Taste (AO3 link)

Doctor Who

Scary

Smile

Sanders Sides

Liar, Liar

Tactile Comforts and Other Oddities

Temporary Enemies

Nameless

Comfort Food

Dreaming, pt. 2, pt.3, pt.4, pt.5, pt.6, pt. 7 (wip, ON HAITUS)

Dimension 20

to leave this all behind (halo round his head) (AO3 link)

Spirit Guardians

tangled up in your old bedsheets

and I cough up my lungs (but I leave in my heart)

Star Wars

Cosmic Waste (Updated on AO3, wip)

Hand Over Fist

only following orders

what comes next (scraps series)

those who are left behind (share the grief between them) (scraps pt. 2)

our bones are old but this tragedy is so new (scraps pt. 3)

something old, something new (scraps pt. 4)

transitive properties (scraps pt. 5)

and the world tilts upon its axis

(you taught me) the courage of stars, pt. 2, pt 3, pt. 4, (wip)

this tired old elegy

keep time with the melody (we learn to play in minor key), pt. 2

lord, consecrate this ground (if you can’t consecrate this love)

premonition

ATLA

Custody Battle (Only on Tumblr)

not to be (joo lee) (AO3 link) (pt. 1 of if hamlet from himself be ta’en away)

or (intermission) (AO3 link) (pt. 2 of hamlet)

to be (zuko) (AO3 link) (pt. 3 of hamlet)

TAZ

Whose Woods These Are (AO3 link)

Little Nightmares

static

Critical Role

skin contact

Resident Evil

Rose Colored Glasses

Warm Regards (AO3 link)

In the Garden (AO3 link, wip)

Liftoff (pt. 1 of (Failure to) Launch)

Terminology (pt. 2 of (Failure to) Launch)

Compartmentalization

AO3 Page

[dcbbw]

Masterlist

I have finally created a Masterlist with a LOT of help from someone who is now my official friend, on and off tumblr. (She may beg to differ) The list will be updated with each new fanfic entry. Thank you all for taking time to read, message, comment, reblog. I have always written for myself, but it is always nice to know others enjoy it as well. 

Tagging: @sirbeepsalot @gennesaret @simsvetements @cora-nova @carabeth @hopefulmoonobject @katedrakeohd @aworldoffandoms @custaroonie @liamxs-world @lauradowning29 @speedyoperarascalparty @thequeenofcronuts

Drake x MC 

Wine and Whiskey

The Commoner’s Wife (Drake x Riley, Liam x Riley)

The Commoner’s Wife--Homecoming  (Drake x Riley, Liam x Riley)

The Commoner’s Wife--Scalene Triangle (Drake x Riley, Liam x Riley)

The Commoner’s Wife--And Then There Were....(Drake x Riley, Liam x Riley)

The Commoner’s Wife--Stopped Clock (Drake x Riley, Liam x Riley)

One-offs and mini series  (various TRR pairings)

So.Many.WIPs (as of 8/30/19)

Together (Hana x Madeleine)

Numbers (Driam) 

Handyman (Driam) 

Bittersweet--Part 1 (Drake x Riley)

Bittersweet--Part 2 (Liam x Olivia) 

Bittersweet--Part 3 (Liam x Riley) 

Queen (to be) of Diamonds (Liam x MC x Madeleine)

One Night in Brooklyn (Liam x MC)

Bare (Liam x Maxwell)

Bones (Liam x Maxwell) 

Hearts (Liam x Maxwell) 

Secrets of Cordonia (various TRR characters and author OCs)

Secrets of Cordonia--And So It Begins (various TRR characters and author OCs)

Brown Eyes Blue (Drake x Maxwell)

Night and Day (Drake x Maxwell) 

The Not-So-Great-Cordonian Bake Off (Driam, Madeleine x Leo) 

Lunch, Interrupted (TRR/TRH crew)

Autumn in New York--The Return (Damien Nazario x Riley Brooks, Liam x Riley)

The Arrangement (Liam x Kiara)

Alternate Ending (Drake, Riley/MC, Liam)

Goodnight, Moon (Driam)

Brown Liquor (Driam)

Harsh Light of Day (Driam)

Vegas (Riley x Hana x Liam) 

First Date  (Drake x Olivia)

The Wallflowers (Maxwell x Kiara)

All Hallow’s Eve (drabble compilation)

Getting Well (Maxwell x Kiara)

Object of Affection (Liam, Olivia, Riley)

Object of Affection--Reality Bites (Liam, Riley, Olivia)

Object of Affection--Fish in the Sea (Liam, Riley, Olivia)

Gobble, Gobble (drabble compilation)

Doctor’s Visit (Anton)

Mustard Seed (Anton, Madeleine)

Fool’s Errand (Bastien, Lucretia)

Year End Inventory (WIP list as of 12/14/2019)

Happy Birthday, Queen (Liam x OC) 

Three Christmases (drabble compilation)

#SofterSideofNeville Series (it’s a hot mess soap opera)

Sunday Brunch

Sunday Brunch--Part 2

Sunday Brunch--Part 3

Sunday Brunch--Part 4A

Sunday Brunch--Part 4B

Sunday Brunch--Part 5A

Sunday Brunch--Part 5B

Sunday Brunch--Part 6A

Sunday Brunch--Part 6B

Sunday Brunch--Part 7 

Sunday Brunch--Part 8

Sunday Brunch--Part 9

Prompts/Asks

 Blabbermouth (Liam x Bertrand)

Afternoon Delight (Bertrand x Savannah)

Beer Garden (Driam)

Tea Time (Justin x Regina)

Striptease (Riam)

Playdate (Liam x MC)

In My Skin (Justin x Anton)

Slow Dance (Driam)

Studio Audience (Riam)

Unofficial (Drake x Olivia)

Lunch Date (Riam)

Weight Watchers (Riam)

Business Trip (Riam)

Pool Party (Drake x Olivia)

Salt (Riam)

Sunrise, Sunset (Liam x MC x Drake) 

Beach Party (Penelope x Kiara)

Anniversary (Driam)

Dreams (Driam)

Birthday Girl! (Lucy x Brad x Drake)

Bastien Smut Ask  (Bastien x Lucretia x Jackson)

Driam Prompt Ask

The Party’s Over (Madeleine)

Aftermath of A Breakup (Mini-series) (TRR/TRH Gang, Drake x Riley, Drake  OC, Liam x Riley) 

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter 2A

Chapter 3

#Riam (One day to be known as The Adventures of Dirty Boy and Naughty Girl)

Unprompted

Crowded House

McArgument

Making Up

Maddison

Wedding Day

The Getaway--Part 1

The Getaway--Part 2

The Getaway--Part 3

The Getaway--Part 4

Wordsmith

Undone (Liam) 

Greek Gods and Mortals (Riley)

The Briefcase

Turntables

The Newlywed Game

We

Cartwheels--Maybe

Cartwheels--Rattled

Cartwheels--Cream Cheese

Honey (Liam) 

(Un)Happy Hour

The Cordonian State Dinner

MVPs

Backstory: The Briefcase

Pink or Blue?

Dream a Little Dream

I Spy

Cream of Celery

Morning Meeting

Truth or Dare

Running Errands

Premonition

Welcome Wagon

Switching SIdes

Snow (Nonny Ask) 

Paper and Paint

Christmas in Valtoria

Liam x MC

Timing (Series,ongoing....next part coming soon)

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

Part 9

Part 10

Part 11

Part 12

Part 13

Part 14

Part 14A

Part 15