#drabble december 2023

[pancake-breakfast]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: SK8 the Infinity (Anime) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Nanjo Kojiro | Joe & Sakurayashiki Kaoru | Cherry Blossom Characters: Nanjo Kojiro | Joe, Sakurayashiki Kaoru | Cherry Blossom, Kyan Reki, Hasegawa Langa, Higa Hiromi | Shadow Additional Tags: Fluff, reference to blood, Is Joe Flirting or Is He Just Like That, He's Just Like That, And Also Flirting Probably, House Party, No Gorillas Were Harmed in the Making of this Fanfic, Canon Compliant, Canon Universe, They are Morons All of Them Series: Part 5 of Drabble December 2023 Summary:

“Hey, Pinkie.” Kojiro flashed Kaoru a shit-eating grin before pushing past him and practically waltzing into the place. “Need to use your place for a bit.”

“What? What's wrong with your place?”

“Can't find the remote,” said Kojiro. “A man has needs, and this man has a game to watch.”

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Joe crashes Cherry's house. He says he's missing his remote and needs to watch the game, but Cherry suspects something, especially when even more uninvited guests show up.

A short story for Drabble December Prompt 5: The Remote's Gone

[ahsokathegray]

Cold noses. Rosy cheeks. Warm hearts.

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Amongst branches devoid of color, a jumble of green leaves rustled above them. Bearing white berries instead of red.

The hands that rubbed themselves together for warmth finally felt clammy, and not because of her diligent work to maintain sense of feeling. Rex took one of them in his own and she could feel his eyes on her — his visible breath ghosting across her lekku.

Ahsoka tucked her bottom lip between her teeth as she looked up to meet his gaze.

It was well below freezing but his eyes had never been so warm. She couldn’t tell if they were twinkling on their own or if it was due to the holiday lights surrounding them.

He was no longer at his full height — weight shifted onto one leg and leaning ever forwards, ever into her orbit. Rex revolved around her and Ahsoka around him. He silently begged for permission to invade her space. But an invasion it was not.

She stood on her tip toes and welcomed it.

[kydrogendragon]

Dec 14 - Naughty

(Ao3 Link) (Masterlist Link)

Morpheus had been acting… strange. As of late. Hob almost wondered if he was coming down with something. They have been out in the cold more often lately. And it did all seem to start after they’d gotten their Christmas tree. But whenever Hob would ask him, he said he was fine. No fever (he’d made Morpheus take his temp, just to be sure), no chills, no nothing. So whatever was going on with him, it wasn’t because he was ill.

It did make Hob wonder, though, what was causing his friend to act so strange. He wondered if it was something he had done because for the past two weeks, it’s like he’s been avoiding him. Hob would plop down on the couch next to Morpheus, getting ready for their Friday movie nights, like they had for the past two months. Then, Morpheus would get up, either grabbing a drink or a snack, but rather than sitting back down where he had, he’d go sit in one of the armchairs instead.

It hurt. And it wasn’t just movie nights either. He sat across from Hob for meals, rather than beside him. Or he’d go eat in his room. Whenever he’d reach out to give his friend a hug, Morpheus would duck out or shy away. He used to always accept them.

Had he felt obligated, before? Did he finally realize that he would always be welcome here and no longer had to try and please him by being close to him? Not that Hob ever wanted him to feel that way, regardless. Wherever he was, Morpheus would always be welcome, in whatever capacity he wished. Now Hob just worries his friend felt… forced. It made his stomach twist.

Morpheus is in his room. Hob knocks, gently rapping his knuckles against the wood. There’s shuffling behind the door before it’s opened. Morpheus looks flushed again. Maybe this is just his body in the winter?

“Hey,” Hob greets, stepping back away from the threshold. He didn’t want Morpheus to feel uncomfortable again. “Mind if we talk for a sec?” The flush in his friend’s cheeks all but vanished. He nods, stiffly, and walks back into his room, sitting on the edge of his bed. Hob takes a breath and follows in.

Morpheus sits, his hands holding tightly onto his knees. Christ, he looks like he’s a second away from bolting. It stabs Hob right through the heart. He had done this. The worst part is he doesn’t know what exactly he’s done. Hob knows he’s carried a torch for his friend for the longest of times, and that flame only grew when he became human, but he’d thought he’d done a good job at keeping the line between friend and crush separate.

Apparently not.

He hesitates, debating if he ought to take a seat or remain standing. He’s not sure what was better. He decides, in the end, to sit, but at the very bottom end of the bed.

“Listen… I’m sorry, Morpheus. I really, really am.” He sighs and rests his forearms on his knees. “I didn’t mean to make this awkward or, or make you feel uncomfortable. That’s the last thing I’d ever want. So, whatever it is I’ve done, tell me. Please. So I can try and fix it. I’ll swear I’ll never do it again.”

He feels Morpheus’s gaze on him. He’s silent for a while.

“You... are apologizing.”

“Yeah,” Hob says, turning to his friend, his face pulled tight in regret. “Sorry it took so long. Didn’t realize till today.”

“I do not understand.”

“Why am I apologizing?”

“Yes.”

Hob blinks, suddenly wondering if he’s drastically misread the situation.

“I… You’d been dodging me. Thought I did something to make you not feel safe around me.”

Morpheus laughs and the weight on Hob’s shoulders begins to fade. Not completely, but some.

“It is not you who ought to be apologizing, but I.” Morpheus closes his eyes and sighs, his shoulders falling in the way Hob has learned to recognize means Morpheus thinks he’s going to say something that has dire consequences. “I have, as of late, been thinking of you as the object of my desires, especially those of a carnal nature. I had verified that it was not due to my siblings interference, and so I have accepted that it is just… me. And my doings. And so I apologize, Hob Gadling. You are my dearest friend and deserve better.”

It takes Hob a good few minutes to process everything he just said. But then it hits him like a truck.

“Are…” He pauses, squinting at Morpheus, because he’s not sure if he’ll be able to recover if he also misunderstood what he just said. “Are you saying that you… fantasized… about me?”

His friend flushes and nods, not looking at Hob, but rather the wall across the bed. And here Hob thought he’d been too forward, somehow. Turns out he needed to be the opposite.

“How long has that been going on?”

“For a fortnight hence.”

“Two weeks.”

“Yes.”

“You’ve been jacking it to me for two weeks?”

Morpheus’s face scrunches at the verbiage and Hob smiles.

“Yes. Since you seem so keen to mock me with such crude terms.” Hob scoots closer, feeling emboldened by the confession.

“Yeah? Would it please you to know you’ve been the subject of my fantasies for the past, oh, four hundred some years?”

He can feel the wind from how quickly Morpheus whips his head to face him. His beautiful blue eyes are wide and dart across his face.

“Truly?”

“Yup.” Hob says, popping the ‘P’. “So really, what I’m hearing is, I should be apologizing for not noticing and taking care of you earlier?”

Morpheus’s eyes darken. His tongue darts out, wetting his lips and Hob can’t help but follow the motion.

“Perhaps,” he muses, leaning forward into Hob’s space. “And how might you pay for your actions?”

Hob chuckles and leans in as well. Their lips are just centimeters apart. He can feel Morpheus’s hot breath on his skin and he shutters.

“I can think of a few things.” He slides down, off the bed, and onto his knees. He shuffles so he’s positioned right in between Morpheus’s legs. His friend turns his feet in, closing Hob in with a smile. Then Hob has a thought.

“Wait,” he says, resting his hands on Morpheus’s knees. “Two weeks ago. Is that why you were acting so weird in the car ride home?”

Morpheus looks to the side, raising his chin in a defiant manner. “Perhaps.”

“Okay,” Hob laughs, shaking his head fondly. “I have to know, though, what was it about buying pre-cut trees in the Tesco parking lot that really did it for you?”

Morpheus sighs and looks down at Hob from the corner of his eye. “It was not the trees, Hob Gadling.” He chides, still somehow managing to sound regal, despite their situation. “It was the show of strength and prowess at your ability to provide.” He clears his throat. “Also, you looked quite fine from my angle whilst you were securing the tree in place.”

“It’s cause those jeans made my arse look good, wasn’t it.”

“Perhaps.”

Hob hums and climbs up out of his kneeling position. He slots his arms between Morpheus’s arms and his body, trapping him between the bed.

“Well, those jeans are in the wash, unfortunately, but I can show off that strength of mine again for you.” Hob winks before he hauls Morpheus’s body up and over his shoulder. His hips dig into Hob’s shoulder, his legs dangle in front. Hob places one hand on the backs of his knees to keep him steady and gives him a firm spank on the arse. Morpheus squeals.

“Hob Gadling,” Morpheus growls without any heat behind it.

“Yes dear?” He replies in a sing-song tune.

“If you do not carry me to your bed and fuck me proper, I will not forgive you for this.” Well, if he had to worry about not being hard enough (he didn’t), that command did the trick.

“Your wish is my command.”

[quinloki]

Penguin - Kisses

Reader style - Afab she/her Time slot - Business Hours (technically, whew!) Client Name - (⌐■_■) Anonymous! CW: Kissing. I mean, KISSING, kissing.

You’d asked on a whim, the words coming out of your mouth before your brain was able to stop them. The embarrassment that filled the air between the two of you was heavy quickly.

Shachi had choked on his drink, Penguin’s face had gone an incredible shade of red. He pulled his newsies cap lower for a moment, before clearing his throat.

“I’m not against it, Miss.” He says, confidence finding its way back into his voice and actions slowly. He raises his head a little as he moves closer to you. “It was just such an abrupt request.”

You swallow, the weight of your words sinking into the rest of you as Penguin’s fingers slipped between yours. You could feel the pace of your heart beat quicken, and you were positive he could too, as astute as he was.

“It… was, wasn’t it?” You agree nervously, letting your fingers slip between his, shifting just a little closer. Embarrassment or not you weren’t going to let the opportunity pass. “But since… you’re okay with it, I’d really appreciate it.”

“Well, there’s a few kinds,” Penguin points out, leaning in close enough that you can see the bright color of his eyes even shaded by the cap. “Am I working my way up to it, or just-.” His free hand comes up, finger under your chin, tilting it up a little. “Diving right in?”

“Wuh-work-working up to it.” You stammer, suddenly feeling a little out of your league.

Penguin was always so sweet, and sure he could be a goofball - especially when Shachi was around - but you had expected his response to be different. To be flustered, and unsure. That he’d laugh it off or say it was one of the addons of the club that he didn’t do. Or, no offense of course, didn’t want to do with you.

He uses the single finger under your chin to guide you, tilting his head a little as his lips brush against yours. The gentle action is warm and soft, fleeting for what you want, your own hunger pulling a quiet gasp from your lips as he leans back a little and smiles.

“More?” He hums and leans before you can answer kissing you softly. It’s more than the light brush of lips he started with, a little heat and weight behind it, a moment’s pause before he leans back again.

“More.” You murmur, lips barely moving, eyes shifting from his down to his lips.

He leans in again, finger under your chin shifting until his hand is caressing your face. His tongue slips along his lips before meeting yours. Warm, wet, pressed heavy against your own lips, soft hum in his chest vibrating against your lips.

When he leans back again you can feel your heart racing, you breathe in deep, the heat between you both leaving you dizzy. It wasn’t that you couldn’t breathe, but rather you forgot to even do so. Despite the rush, and the pleasure of it, your greed gets the better of you.

“More.” You say, clearly this time. Heatedly. Demanding.

Begging.

Penguin grabs your head in his hands, leaning forward swiftly, and kissing you deeply. His lips press against yours so hotly that it’s almost crushing. He shifts your face, giving you the smallest chance for a breath, before his tongue licks across your lips and pushes into your mouth. In some way you feel like you gave him permission, but at the same time you feel like you’re being herded.

Controlled like a shoal of fish at the mercy of a creature far more in control than you.

Penguin’s tongue dances in your mouth, teasing and testing, stealing sense from you and leaving pleasure in its wake. Your desire for more is fully sated before he leans back again, leaving you to pant slightly, hazy eyes trying to find the beautiful bright color of his eyes that you’d seen before.

A toothy grin crosses his face, pleased with the job he’s done.

“I need you to kiss me like that.” Shachi says, and your daze shatters into near mortified clarity.

You’d forgotten he was there.

[legowolas]

December Drabbles – Day 31

Prompt: Fireworks

Chapters: 1/1

Words: 300

Fandom: The Little Mermaid (2023)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationship: Ariel/Eric (Disney)

Characters: Ariel (Disney), Eric (Disney)

Additional Tags: Fireworks, Weddings, Fluff, Triple Drabble

Summary:

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

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

[averbaldumpingground]

Poetry Prompt: "I am not cruel, just truthful— / The eye of a little god, four cornered." (From Mirror by Sylvia Plath)

The worst of it had never been the lies. They stayed, of course, as mocking, vicious whispers.

The worst had been his face, when he had seen her. Temptation in his smile, the galaxies she knew he could have promised.

But it was honest, in a way, the words he could have breathed into her neck. The bruises that his fingers could have left her.

And just like lies, the truth, when left to fester, rots. It poisons all her memories anew.

So when the rain beats down, she sits and thinks.

How easy it had been to turn away.

[purlturtle]

YOTP 2023 - December - forgiveness

January, with an explanation | February | March | April | May | June | July | August | September | October | November

“But Myka, what-!?” Helena broke off and looked away. “Apologies. Up on my cross, I’m afraid.”

It had become a helpful shorthand. “You caught yourself,” Myka pointed out.

“So I did.” Helena took a deep breath. “Abigail’s teachings.”

“And your implementation.” Myka nudged Helena’s shoulder with hers. “You down off it now?”

“Mostly.” Helena leaned into Myka. “Thank you. Definitely something I want to leave in the old year.”

Myka hugged her close. “Working on your resolutions this early?” 

“Every day.”

Myka hummed. “Me too.” She had crosses of her own, after all.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

The End!

(on AO3)

[heysolikeummyeahyaknow]

This year was dog shit. This year has absolutely kicked my ass

First of all I spent the threshold of midnight New Years last year throwing up violently. Told my best friend I loved her like a ring loves a gem while also implying she’s autistic and then passed tf out.

Iv been off birth control to see how I am without it. My natural hormones suck shit and my adhd meds didn’t work while I was off the birth control.

I moved back in with my parents this year. Not the worst thing in the world but also not great either. Like hey the rental markets fucked so this is the best and cheapest option but it’s so loud and confronting my thoughts and demons just got harder with four other people around.

Both my sister and my bestie got romantic interests this year and iv been feeling a bit lonely and left behind. Iv been chasing this guy all year but he doesn’t seem to be interested in me but flirts outrageously with me maybe once every two months.

Because of that iv been struggling with rejection sensitivity dysphoria a lot this year. I have made the rude discovery that I hate myself yet again. And for some reason I think that convincing other people to love me is easier than just loving myself. Like I have so much love in my body and I just wish that I had someone to give it to (obviously I don’t deserve it). But Im working on it now. Like 2022 I was peak villain era and Just damn what a relapse.

The other thing is that I was meant to be signed off in my apprenticeship in June but because of my meds not working for half the year I fell behind in my quality of work and six months later I am still there, not being paid super and stressing tf out most days.

All that said this year has a happy ending. Im still working on some not great coping mechanisms and negative mental patterns. I’m gonna invest more time and energy into loving myself and loving being myself. Im on depo provera again and I’m doing a lot better at work. I really wanna get out and travel this year and do something different.

[yanderefics-recs]

Yandere/Dark! Cheaters Recs

for the readers who loves angst, groveling, and some spice like me <3

as of December 2023

The Unsaid Vow by @laughing-with-god (patreon/tumblr) (ongoing)

Remarks: you are married to Jungkook and you have a kid together. You suspect him of cheating however and when you try to leave he gets triggered

A Bird In A Gilded Cage by JUNMAK0 (ao3) (finished)

Remarks: your soulmate, Ushijima, has trust issues due to your past life and was initially not excited to meet you. Still, you grow to be in love but trouble ensues. (just when you think ushijima is healing he swerves around to the other side)

Yandere!Cheater hcs by @hyerinrose

brief sypnosis: a fun oc by hyeinrose

Hoax by @moonlitinks (tumblr) (ongoing)

Remarks: you're in an arranged marriage with ari levinson who has some prejudice about you and is repulsed by you (this one gets pretty dark in the beginning but lightens up as it progresses)

When you found out they cheated on you (hyung line) and (maknae line) by @wildestdreamsblog

Remarks: title is pretty self explanatory

When you tried to move on from them (hyung line) and (maknae line) by @wildestdreamsblog

brief sypnosis: a continuation of "when you found out they cheated on you" (groveling ensues 😈)

Yandere!Hero x Reincarnated!Reader by @bunny-yan

Remarks: the hero and reader are childhood lovers but it's not a cute story wherein they get to be together after the hero's job. The angst reoccurs in lifetimes (the concept of this one is pretty unique so i rlly recommend giving it a read :>)

Where did you go?, pt 2 by @ishouldbeinh0rnyjail

Remarks: gojo satoru got caught cheating by you and went insane trying to get you back (this one was delicious)

Fuckboy! Maknae line trying to convince you to stay by @yandere-society

Remarks: fun drabble! these men are toxic and assholes but it's kinda hot and they say they love you so... 😝

Man In The Mirror, pt 2 by Momo-chan (Quotev)

Remarks: another very unique concept! It's about you being in a loveless arranged marriage but you meet another you in a mirror that leads to a parallel universe

Superbia by alissabex (wattpad) (oneshot)

Remarks: good lord this one is memorable! Every now and then i come back to that oneshot. It's pretty long too so pretty satisfying!

Til Death Do Us Part by ASumOfWords (ao3) (oneshot)

Remarks: THIS ONE HITS EVERY FUCKING SPOT IM NOT KIDDING!!! I was in a particularly darker mood for this one sooooo yeah. Dark!Aemond hides his grief of losing his wife (aka you leaving his ass) underneath his anger. Lowkey wish there'd be more of his feelings in the piece but the author does pretty well with leaving it to the imagination

[kithtaehyung]

drabble: first one pairing: 3tan!yoongi x reader(f) rating/genre: pg ; fluff ; three tangerines au note: uhh. surprise and happy holidays LOL. based on this ig reel sent in the discord multiple times, this little slice is gonna kickstart the "3tan does sm" mini series! basically this little ongoing collection will have all the drabbles/requests based on social media things y'all send in. if it inspires me, i'll make a drabble or something out of it hehehe. enjoy! warnings: nothing big. just 3tan yoongi lol links: three tangerines mlist ; masterlist drop date: december 28, 2023, 7:07pm est word count: 1.1k

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In the middle of winter, you decide that tonight is the perfect time to try something new. 

Which leaves Yoongi confused as hell because this attempt requires him to be outside in the freeze, when the two of you were just bundled up in blankets and watching a movie minutes ago. 

But he can scold your lack of attention span and tendency to watch videos during long movies later. 

“What am I doing?” 

Placing him on one spot of the sidewalk just outside his apartment, you urge, “Just, hold on. Stay right there.” 

“Huh?” 

Giggling, you give no other instructions, instead rushing forward to bring your phone to a nearby bench. When you set it down to see what the camera catches, you determine that you look fine enough, so you tell Yoongi—who is simply standing there and still looking devastatingly handsome—what you wanna do. “Okay, pull up the video I sent you.” 

“Shouldn’t we go back inside?” 

“Yes, yes, after this.” 

When you walk up, he pulls up the link, and you both watch as people run to their partners and rush them out of frame, spinning them around or chasing them away. 

Ever consistent, Yoongi is both unfazed and wondering what goes on. “What’s the goal of this again?” 

Shrugging, you’re just happy he’s not tugging you back indoors yet. “I don’t really know, but. I just wanna see how you do it.” 

“Mm…” He looks one more time, cementing his answer with the way he smushes his lips. “Fine.” 

“You’ll do it?” 

“Uh huh. But this is just for you.” 

Right. Because of course this can't be seen anywhere else. Your smile is rueful with a tinge of holiday hope, “I know.” 

And Yoongi’s expression carries the same weight. 

Maybe one day this conversation will be a lot different. Just like the way your quick stay at his place while your brother is at a work dinner will prove a lot longer of a night. One day. 

Maybe.

Cheering yourself up, you practically bounce back to where the bench is, slipping a bit with a tiny “whoops” before reaching out to press record. Backing up onto the sidewalk, you throw up peace signs, poses, do a few different filler moves until Yoongi does his part. 

But nothing happens. 

And no one appears by your side. 

So you turn to see if he actually left but goddamn it is he recording you? “What the!” 

Yoongi just laughs as you kick your head back in laughter, and stops holding his phone up. “So cute.” 

Damn it, he can’t give you this fluttering feeling while being annoying! “Focus!” 

Groaning, you turn your recording off and then back on again, repeating some of the same things for the camera and shuffling a little in place to warm up. Because it is freezing and this idea could have waited another season or two. 

And when you look to the side after a pause, Yoongi is recording again. 

You bend forward to shield from the chill, your yell echoing throughout the small little courtyard, “Yoongi!” Does he have to keep grinning like that? There’s no time for prolonging this even more! “I cannot with you right now.” 

After another attractive huff of amusement, he keeps going, “I can’t help it! You’re being adorable.” 

Well. At least Yoongi’s having his fun. If anything, he’s stalling because he doesn’t wanna do whatever challenge this is. So you can drop it. “Ugh… Never mind, we can go inside.” 

After grabbing your phone, you walk up to him again before he stops you. And you think it’s because you were about to slip once more, but his low tone gets you to see his face under those locks. 

“Nah, we can do it.” When you give him a pouting frown, his teeth shine. “Serious!” 

Easily placated, you’re back to grinning. “Okay, for real this time! It’s cold!” 

“I know! You didn’t even let me get my beanie!” 

Laughing out your guilt, you warn him over your shoulder, “If you run into me, you better not knock me over.” 

“I won’t, doll.” 

“Okay!” Placing your phone down for hopefully the last time, you hit record, seeing yourself sigh before gingerly walking back to the sidewalk. 

In hindsight, maybe it wasn’t the best idea to try and get Yoongi to do this. It’s colder than hell’s deepest frost at this point, and some snow is still falling from darkened skies. 

But all the little reactions in the videos looked too cute, and you are genuinely curious to see what he’s gonna do. So even through your poses, you brace yourself. Is he gonna run in for a hug? Is he gonna rush you off with a big warm embrace? 

…Is he really not gonna do anything?

Feeling a little bad, you drop the cute poses and turn. 

Only to feel him right at your side, gathering you with a soft, strong arm and leading you down the sidewalk. 

Well, damn.

The gesture is so him that, for a second, you genuinely think that he saw something and led you out of harm’s way on instinct. But as you look around, you don’t see anyone else in the wintry courtyard besides the two of you. 

“What’s wrong?” 

Your vision flicks away from the lighted trees dotting the area. “Oh, nothing, I was just…” 

“Wanna run it back? If we do let’s go somewhere else. It’s icy right there.” 

Blinking, you see his eyes full of pure curiosity and attentiveness. 

And suddenly you wanna go back inside for a completely different reason other than warmth. 

“That felt perfect,” you whisper, eyes lowering to his ever inviting lips. “Lemme check it.” 

Leaving his cozy side, you go back and retrieve your chilly phone, stopping the recording that you are relieved you successfully started. Both you and Yoongi watch as you play the full thing, and after he leads you out of frame, your jaw drops. 

“Oh, my god. This beats all the ones I’ve seen.” 

“Really?” 

“Damn… Now I’m actually sad I can’t post this.” When you laugh, it’s not all joyful. Turning to him, you pretend to be mad. “Why are you so cool?” 

Huffing small, Yoongi looks up and around you before giving your cheek a kiss, and your knees weaken at how tender it is. “Send it to me,” he murmurs. 

“You want it, too?” 

“Mm.” 

“Okay.” 

“Just a little longer, babe.” He gives you another peck on your very cold nose. Then both cheeks. And your forehead. 

All while you’re out in the open where anyone could witness. 

Just his willingness to amuse you was already perfect. Yoongi didn’t need to do any of that, and he certainly didn’t need to be so charming with his stylistic choice. But he did it all anyway while freezing his pretty ass off.

And his next words make your chest yearn to stay with him—for every holiday season and silly trend that comes around. 

“Then this’ll be the first one of us we post.”

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fin. :)

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🌨️ what do we feel! i needed this little drabble :')) 🌨️

a/n: did i mean for this to be a full blown drabble? no! was this the video that bo originally sent me that i flailed over? no! but it's the reel i saw and apparently had been sent in the server multiple times. so here we are with a surprise hahaha.

enjoy your holidays, everyone! and if you have anything social media related that 3tan reminds you of - or you can see the 3tan crew doing - send them in and maybe i'll get inspired again. :D this didn't take me long at all and i wanted to do it, so no worries about extra work!

a/n 2: 3tan12 is going strong alongside the holiday fics! should be posting teasers and taglists for those, too. very very excited for all of them mwahaha

🌨️ links: three tangerines mlist ; masterlist

[miumura]

( 🗒️ ) — ADVENT CALENDAR ‘23?!

[ 🎥 ] — open something a little special each day before christmas day … who wouldn’t love these gifts?

unlock a new drabble/fic by soph everyday in december before christmas!

[ 💬 ] — happy early december!! as the weather is starting to get colder, i decided to write a 2023 kpop winter masterlist ! there are many reasons as why i have decided to do this — 1. 2023 is coming to an end 2. i hit 2K+ followers 3. and bc it has officially been a year of hanniluvi (since oct 30 2022), so this is my big present for you all! thank you guys so much for all this love on this account, and i hope you love these little fics you get daily very soon 🫶 + get little spoilers of the titles n everything 👀 !!

POSTING SCHEDULE — starting from dec. 1st to dec. 25 . NO FIXATED TIME POSTS ; I POST WHENEVER I CAN!

STATUS : COMPLETED ; REMAINING DAYS —> 2024 ?!?!

“ stay in the middle, like you a little ”

[ ★ ] DAY ONE — lovers’ tv [ jungwon ]

[ ☆ ] DAY TWO — hot choco girl [ hanbin ]

[ ★ ] DAY THREE — his beige sweater [ jake ]

[ ☆ ] DAY FOUR — you’re my star [ eric ]

[ ★ ] DAY FIVE — love easily crumbles [ taehyun ]

[ ☆ ] DAY SIX — ugly christmas sweaters [ beomgyu ]

[ ★ ] DAY SEVEN — come on! [ jaehyun ]

[ ☆ ] DAY EIGHT — this is how it feels [ sunghoon ]

[ ★ ] DAY NINE — blurry hearts [ niki ]

[ ☆ ] DAY TEN — warmth for two [ nicholas ]

[ ★ ] DAY ELEVEN — winter without you [ yeonjun ]

[ ☆ ] DAY TWELVE — you’re blushing? [ changmin ]

[ ☆ ] DAY THIRTEEN — not our last goodbye. [ k ]

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[pancake-breakfast]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Manga), 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Anime) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Getou Suguru/Gojo Satoru, Getou Suguru & Gojo Satoru Characters: Gojo Satoru, Getou Suguru Additional Tags: Ambiguous Relationships, can be read as romantic or platonic, Fluff, High School, Teenage Getou Suguru, Teenage Gojo Satoru, Gojo Satoru is a Little Shit, Gojo Satoru Being an Idiot, They're both idiots tbh, Showing Off, Everything is Beautiful and Nothing Hurts, Best Friends, Friendship, Epic Friendship, Sneaking Out, Canon Compliant, Canon Universe Series: Part 15 of Drabble December 2023 Summary:

If they got caught again, all punishments aside, it would probably ruin their outings for good. Suguru, goody two-shoes that he was, had always been a bit hesitant over these late-night excursions. If they got in real trouble, he would probably scrap their secret adventures altogether. After the last time, he’d been persistent about them not sneaking out for weeks. Which meant whatever he had in store for this night had to be good.

Satoru and Suguru plan to sneak out of their dorm after curfew so Suguru can show off an interesting souvenir he picked up on his most recent solo mission.

A short story for Drabble December Prompt 18: Until Midnight

[kydrogendragon]

Dec 29 - Moonlight

(Ao3 Link) (Masterpost Link)

Morpheus has been awake for hours. It’s still dark out as he lies in Hob’s bed, listening to the gentle breathing of his friend beside him. Moonlight filters through the blinds, illuminating the familiar room with a soft glow.

It has been just over a week since Morpheus arrived at Hob’s flat, following in is sister’s footsteps. The overwhelming sensation of… everything. Of light, of sound, of touch, it was so much. It took many days and nights to simply feel comfortable enough in this new human body to just exist. Hob has treated him well, through all the struggles. He has been patient and kind. More so that Morpheus deserved. It is more than he will ever be able to repay.

And now he lies in his bed, sharing it while the one Hob ordered the first day he arrived ships. It is the second night he has lain here and recalled more than just pain and sensations he did not know what to do with. Morpheus did not sleep the previous night. He knows, from Hob’s recollection, that he slept at various times the days before, but he had not dreamed yet. His body had still been recovering from being made and lived in that his mind had not the energy to spare to travel to the Dreaming. But last night, he could have. And that is why he did not sleep. It is why he does not sleep tonight, as well.

He sighs, gently, and slowly works his way out of the thick duvet and plants his bare feet on the hardwood floor. He turns, watching Hob. His friend sniffs and shuffles in his sleep, but remains deep in the embrace of the Dreaming.

Morpheus makes his way to the living room, clothed in a borrowed pair of Hob’s joggers and an old t-shirt, and stands there for a moment. The moonlight is brighter here, unblocked by the thin wood panels of the bedroom blinds, here is filters in untouched. The moon’s cool light coats the living room in a white haze. It is almost dreamlike.

He moves towards the large window adjacent to the fire escape and opens it. The air outside is cool, but not too much so. Morpheus clambers out of the window and onto the chilly metal platform. His movements are awkward and unsure. He hates it. But he makes it out of the window and into a seated position, back pressed against the edge of the wall and stares up at the night sky.

There is much he was unprepared for in this new life. Having such a limited body that he cannot control as he would like was the first hurdle, and one he had no doubts would be a continuous one. Then, there was the matter of eating and cleaning this form. Another continuous struggle, but one he is slowly beginning to enjoy as Hob shows him the wonders of food as a human. He had not cared for it much before. Now, he feels otherwise.

The thing he was most unprepared for, however, was dreaming. The irony is not lost on him. He was Dream for his entire life. For eons, ever since his own inception. And now he fears it.

There is a knock on the window and Morpheus turns to see Hob’s face. He smiles, though his brows are pulled close. “Wondered where you ran off to. My snoring really so bad?”

Morpheus shakes his head and turns his gaze back towards the night. “You did not snore. I simply. Could not sleep.”

Hob hums and turns away, but he is not gone long. When he returns, one of the many large couch blankets are in his arms and he’s climbing through the window himself. He is much more agile about it than Morpheus was. Hob sits down at his side and drapes the fluffy fabric over his shoulders.

“There, much better, I imagine. It’s chilly out. How have you not frozen to the metal yet?” Hob jokes, settling in so their shoulders touch.

“Perhaps that is why I am still out here.”

Hob laughs. It is a hearty thing, full of joy and warmth. Morpheus, typically, does not laugh much, however he is finding himself softening to the idea each time his friend laughs.

“I knew you had a sense of humor in you, deep down,” Hob chuckles. They sit together in silence for a moment. It is nice, calming. The roaring in Morpheus’s mind was quieting. It had been so loud for so long, he had not even realized it was there.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Hob asks a time later. Morpheus is unsure. To voice his concerns would mean baring them to the world. It would mean the chance that he would be looked up on and deemed foolish for his anxieties. But he needs only show himself to Hob. His friend, who has already seen him at such lows he could not fathom before, would surely only look upon him with kindness, would he not?

Morpheus opens his mouth and speaks. “I am… afraid.” Hob turns to him, eyes pinched in concern.

“Afraid of what?”

Morpheus takes a breath. “Of dreaming.”

Hob’s face softens. His arm moves to curl around his shoulders, pulling Morpheus closer into his warmth. He follows without resistance. Resting his head on Hob’s shoulder, he continues. “I am afraid of how I will react once I reach the Dreaming. How my old subject would act or feel. If they would shun me. Torture me, perhaps, for the cruelties I enforced upon them during my reign.

“Maybe even more so, I am afraid that when I close my eyes I will find myself unwelcome to the Dreaming. That Daniel will have revoked my invitation to my old home as punishment for the burden I had given him while he was still so young. I fear that I will be barred from ever again knowing the soft grasses of Fiddler’s Green or the gardens of the castle. I fear that I will never get to experience that which I have helped guide countless dreamer towards.”

Hob gives him a gentle squeeze as he talks. “Well, the only way to know is if you try sleeping. And if you don’t, these human bodies of ours are excellent at forcing us to do things when we least expect, especially the longer we put it off. So unless you feel like finding out while you’re passed out in a bowl of cereal, I suggest you try and get some shut eye.” Morpheus smiles at that.

Hob tilts his head, pressing it against Morpheus’s own. “Besides, I’ll be there right by your side if you need me. I’m not going anywhere.”

“Very well,” he whispers into the night. They stay there a few moments longer before a strong shiver runs through Hob. His friends sighs and moves to his feet, rubbing his hands together as he does.

“Christ it’s cold out. I think it’s about time for me to head back in. Are you joining?” He asks, holding out one hand to Morpheus. He stares at it for a moment before replying.

“I will soon.” He says, a ghost of a smile on his lips. “But go. I will be there shortly.”

Hob smiles back and pulls the edges of the blanket around Morpheus’s form closer together. “Alright then, I’ll see you soon.” Morpheus watches him clamber back inside and pads his way back down the hall to the bedroom.

He sighs and tilts his head up, staring back up at the moon, feeling a bit lighter than he had before.

[quinloki]

Eustass Kid - Pleasure/Passion (+Killer)

Reader style - afab she/her (no pronouns used) Time slot - After hours Client Name - @thegrandlinesimp CW: No dialogue, double penetration, fingering, oral given

The dance between you, Kid, and Killer was something a little more rushed than languid and a little less rushed than harried. The three of you moved easily between yourselves, kisses and hands slipping over bodies that shivered in pleasure, and burned with desire.

Kid and Killer worked well together, freeing buttons, belts, and zippers with ease and care. Whether they used their fingers, or their teeth. Kid unhooking your bra with a single motion was a surprise no matter how many times it happened, and more so when Killer was on his knees, teeth tugging at the thin panties that separated you from him.

Kid’s hands steadied you as Killer pulled the last of your clothes away, and once everything was set aside, there was far more passion to be had. Your surrender is absolute as the two move you in all the ways they please, lips and teeth leaving lipstick marks and soft teeth marks against your skin. There’s naught for you to do but let your fingers trail along muscled bodies when you can reach them, letting pleasing gasps and notes of pleasure tumble from your lips.

You were almost nothing more than a toy that dispensed sweet treats for them at their prodding, but simultaneously you were far more than that. Giving over yourself so completely was a sign of your trust in them, to treat you as something far more precious than a simple toy.

You were something nearly divine, to be worshiped with the most specific of care.

Killer murmured wordless prayers into your pussy, tongue pushing in deep as his lips teases your clit and his hands steadying you, as Kid worked behind you. One alabaster painted hand held you in place by your neck, his lips reciting soft praises into your ear as his other hand slowly and carefully worked your ass open.

Both urged you to cum for them, your body wet and trembling from the disquisition they drove into your very soul. In return you sang an evensong for them, voice reaching a heavens in which only the three of you resided.

There were no words of love, false or otherwise, for the connection between the three of you was something that seemed different. Something set aside from the phrases and expectations of the world outside the room where you feasted upon one another. Something that was both too complex and too simplistic for labels, and so you left those sort of words unsaid.

Laying against Killer’s chest as he laid down on the soft pillow-piled floor, he and Kid moved you with care and ease. Both of their thick, stiff cocks pushing into your wet and waiting holes at the same time. Four arms holding you firmly in place as they fill you up and stretch you. Carefully. Slowly. Soft words of praise as the sensations drown you from your loins to your eyes, shivering fingers carving your overwhelming pleasure into otherwise flawless skin.

Your legs move of their own accord as impossibly large, impossibly hard, nearly desperate beasts rut deep inside you. Gentle praising words mix with moans and grunts, hissing breaths against your skin, teeth and lips suck harder and sink deeper than before, leaving longer-lasting marks of devotion upon your body.

Your second song is a sweet mess of drool and sweat, hands gripping your skin more firmly, to keep you from slipping free from your perfect position. Effort and need squelch between your legs as tithes from your devoted leak down your legs.

The night is long, and mass is never brief, thus after reassurances are confirmed, your exultations begin again.

One Piece Host Club AU drabble event runs through December 2023

[legowolas]

December Drabbles – Day 28

Prompt: Snowman

Chapters: 1/1

Words: 200

Fandom: The Little Mermaid (2023)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Ariel/Eric (Disney)

Characters: Ariel (Disney), Eric (Disney)

Additional Tags: Snowmen, Snow, Honeymoon, Fluff, Double Drabble

Summary:

The first time that Ariel saw snow was on her honeymoon with Eric.

[criesinliess]

━DECEMBER 2023; susan's recs

DIVERGENT

━━PETER HAYES

drabble @slashingdisneypasta

HARRY POTTER

━━MATTHEO RIDDLE

hide and seek @writingsbychlo

━━THEODORE NOTT

sick of the silence @iloveinej

like snow on the beach @lizthewriter

━━GEORGE WEASLEY

spontaneous @georgie-weasley

THE GRISHAVERSE

━━KAZ BREKKER

labyrinth @auroravictorium

homesick, but not for home @heliads

OUTER BANKS

━━RAFE CAMERON

don’t fall for monsters @cleoluvrr

just not home @rafeandonlyrafe

a place we could escape sometime @↑

LOCKWOOD & CO

━━ANTHONY LOCKWOOD

"he is half of my soul, as the poets say" @wenigstenshabeichesversucht

ONE PIECE

━━ZORO

idiots in love @undersero

━━SANJI

it’s just business @snippychicke

AVATAR: WAY OF WATER

━━NETEYAM

warm hands @loaksky

by the grace [make no mistake]; part2 @↑

my love @↑

all mine @↑

how do i make you love me @lanasblood

just neteyam @↑

━━LO’AK

in full bloom @loaksky

STRANGER THINGS

━━STEVE HARRINGTON

angsty teens @stveharringtn

maybe this christmas time @headkiss

MARVEL

━━STEVE ROGERS

your warmth is my salvation @iloveinej

something’s wrong with the morning @↑

PERCY JACKSON AND THE OLYMPIANS

━━LUKE CASTELLAN

i hate you @chaussetteblanche