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[itsmuffiiee]

Hello world.. I’ve been stuffed in the stuff pile for weeks now.. (That room has some really bad reception)

Explored a fair bit but I have to ask, who has been boofin it in this room to cause the clouds??

What does Hijinx and Mischiefs room look like? ::o

Hell. This is the underworld.

[btsmosphere]

milestone drabble game!!

Hi everyone!! It’s drabble time! I am so so happy to announce we reached 800 followers recently and I couldn’t be more grateful. welcome to all the new people and a huge hug to those of you who have stuck around a while, it means the world to have you here💜

I really wanted to say thank you by getting some more stuff posted for you guys, so the drabble game was resurrected! I have several things in the works, but they are all slightly longer fics that are taking me a while to write so in the meantime, please enjoy my offering of drabbles! let’s get into it:

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1. Read the whole post 2. Pick a member (or members for mxm) 3. Pick no more than two prompts 4. Send me an ask with your request!

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Additional:

~Please specify pronouns if you are requesting member x reader ~I am also very happy to accept mxm or platonic, but please clarify this in your request ~I would prefer you to be following to make a request as this is a follower celebration event, but I can’t stop you if not¯\_(ツ)_/¯ ~If possible, please submit your request off anon so you will be notified when I post your drabble ~If there are any other details you would like, such as an au or plot details, please include this in your request too (or feel free to let me decide!) ~Lastly, if you have made a request, I would appreciate it if you reblog and/or comment on the finished product to let me know what you think!

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1. ...why do you want to murder someone? 2. I will lose every shit I have left 3. ice cream is not a food group 4. can’t you create a distraction? 5. your silence is very loudly telling me that I’m right 6. no discipline. only desperation. and fries. 7. we do have an abundance of knives 8. no no it’s totally legal 9. stop oggling and eat 10. I’ve never been in possession of these “braincells” 11. I just think the gods are petty enough to use that excuse 12. the temptation is too much and I am too weak 13. there was no flirting 14. someone better invent this 15. can I seduce you into doing it? 16. I have never seen anyone be this level of clothed 17. and to that I say Jared, 19 18. please keep your hearts in your chests 19. I say burn down the house 20. shake the fish? 21. I promise I won’t stab you 22. wow I really am a grandma 23. she wants a gateway to hell 24. what is a suspicious but not illegal way to come into a large sum of money? 25. the sexy protects him 26. come hide in my suitcase then 27. we can’t send you memes from jail 28. I don’t have enough words for this 29. OUR BRAINCELLS ARE MISSING 30. I use very, very legal means 31. it one hundred percent, probably, was 32. I shouldn’t have said the word coffin 33. this conversation went for a ride 34. how do you human 35. I have no fighting skills but I can use the heck out of a frying pan 36. this sounds illegal I’m outta here 37. I’d rather hide in my room 38. just, please, don’t unalive anyone, okay? 39. CUDDLE PILE

(please note any prompt with specific pronouns involved can be altered!)

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~Smut (suggestive stuff is okay though) ~Children/pregnancy ~Self harm/suicide ~Yandere/abusive bts

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[softlychris]

JAR OF HEARTS

Pairing(s): Chan & Everyone Word Count: 1733 Rating: Everyone Genre/AU: non au, hurt/comfort  Warnings: Nightmares

Summary: It doesn’t matter what day it is in the year, you can still wake up feeling like there is an ache deep within your bones that just won’t go away.

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Notes: Here is my fic for Chan's birthday! its not as long as i would have liked it but it is what it is. Also, i didn’t intend for it to be so angsty in the beginning but lmao here we are.

Chan’s dreams have always been..odd to say the lease.

When he was a child he would dream of incredible journeys as he would read in the multiple volumes of manga he owns. Sometimes his dreams would be more abstract, showing fantastical creatures that he thought off while daydreaming in class that day or just full of feelings. Colors and warmth.

As he got older, the various types of dreams he had lessened a little but never went away. They also changed as he understood the world better and experience more of what life had to offer. Sadly, that made it easier for the dreams to turn darker, to the point where he found himself shooting away with quick breaths.

Still, he likes his dreams even if they were a bit hard to handle sometimes.

Like tonight.

Tonight, he dreams of his mother’s voice through a cell phone, her face a shadow he hasn’t seen in months. He dreams of the backs of fellow trainees he would never see again.

The loneliness of an empty dorm.

The dream takes a turn, the door of the dorm opened as his members (his brothers by any other meaning) step inside. For a moment its warm, the dim lights of his own hopelessness igniting again. He finally gets a chance on stage.

Then Minho and Felix are dragged out the door by a force unseen, their eyes drowned in tears. Chan can only watch, his body frozen in place across the room. Suddenly, Felix is replaced by BamBam, then Yuchan, the number of people going on like its endless.

All the people who left him behind, even if they never meant to. His heart beats loudly in his ears, his own failures and loneliness choking him.

“-an?”

He looks up from his own shaking hands and around the room. Its empty again but this si the first time he has heard a voice.

“Chris?”

The tone is deeper than his own, a slight rasp to the voice. A brief image of sharp features and munchlaxes grazes over his eyes.

Changbin?

His eyes snap open to the younger staring down at him from the side of the bed.

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Changbin has shared a room with Chan long enough to know that he snores quietly in his sleep and really likes to cuddle. Not that that last point means anything (not like he lays with the other on nights where he is feeling a bit out of sorts of course not ) but it is something he’s noticed.

He also knows that Chan tends to dream, and his dreams are a little bit crazy sometimes. Still, he is also willing to sit on his bed while the older tells him fo whatever fantastical tale or odd creature he imagined while he sleeps. Sometimes Changbin wishes he had the kind of imagination Chan had.

Of course, there were times were Chan own imagination attack him in his sleep. It was never very violent but Changbin could hear when the other would wake up from a bad dream and sometimes he would try to comfort the older or just let him go back to sleep on his own if it wasn’t so bad.

He feels bad that Chan has a bad dream the night before his birthday. They had just gotten back from Indonesia a couple days beforehand and everyone ( while loving the convention and seeing more stays ) really missed their own beds. They all deserved a good sleep, Chan especially with his less than healthy sleep habits.

So Changbin can’t help but let out a soft sigh when he hears whimpering sound from the leader’s bed next to his. The older’s bad dream rarely went into nightmare worthy but they were always heartbreaking when it did happen. He sits up in bed and walks over to his leader’s side, hoping to wake him up before it got worse. That would be such a bad way to start a birthday.

Chan has his eyes closed tight and his jaw is tight with his clenched teeth. Changbin sets a hesitant hand on his shoulder and shakes him slightly. “Chan?”

There is is no response at first, he tries to call out his name again before trying something else. Though Chan is fine with his Korean Name, sometimes he just likes how the other call him Chris, a glimpse of home if you will.

“Chris?”

That’s what does it as Chan’s eyes snapped open, Changbin moves his arm away just in cause but finds that the older doesn’t move much. He takes a moment to let Chan get his breathing back under control before the older is sitting up in bed with a small groan.

“I'm Sorry,” Chan says once he realizes what happened “Did i wake you?”

Changbin looks tot he clock beside Chan’s bed and shakes his head with a smile.

“Nah, I just wanted to be the first one to wish you a Happy Birthday.”

Chan gave him a bewildered look before turned to look at the clock. The digital red numbers said 12:03, officially making it October 3rd.

“Oh. Thank You.” Chan answers, his voice still not sounding quite as chipper as it normally is.

“Chan? You Ok?”

“I mean-”

The door to their room barged open scaring both the boys as Jisung came in followed by the others, cake in hand. Jisung’s mouth was open to start singing before he caught the somber look on Chan’s face.

The leader didn’t seem in the mood for festivities at the moment so the candles on the cake were quickly blown out before Jisung sets the cake down on the bedside table.

“Chris? What’s Wrong?” Felix asks from behind Jisung.

Chan sighs. They made an agreement not to keep their feelings hidden from each other, especially after he almost collapsed a few months ago because he was too stubborn to tell the others about it. He knew he could trust them, even if they didn’t fully understand it.

“I...Thank you for coming to wish me Happy Birthday.” He says first, getting the easy words out of the way before continuing “I just don’t feel so great right now, i had a bad dream that kind of got to me. I hope this doesn’t ruin anything.”

Right now Chan just wants to lay down again (though he isn't sure if he wants to sleep, risk being drowned in his own bad memories)

Woojin steps out from the side of the little group, coming to squat down in front of Chan. He grazes his fingers over Chan’s knuckles in a soothing motion before gripping his fingers.

“That’s ok. Thank you for tell us the truth. Do you want us to go?” He asks just a softly as his actions.

Chan thinks about it and realizes that the others leaving would just make him feel vulnerable than he already was. He shook his head.

Woojin looks around the room a minute before standing up to wisper something to Changbin that  Cha couldn’t hear. Changbin listens for a moment before nodding in agreement and sending a small smile to Chan.

“Changbin is gonna stay with you for a bit. We’ll see you both in the living room in like..20 minutes ok?”

The others look confused at the oldest before he waves them off in a way that says he will explain to them later. Chan also wants to ask what is going on but decides to just trust Woojin and nods again.

“Cool. see you in a bit!”

And with that Woojin drags the rest out of the room and its quiet again. Chan sighs and Changbin just leads his body on top of Chan as a way of comfort.

Chan drifts off in a daze for those 20 minutes before Changbin his motioning for him to get up. It takes some effort to actually get out of bed and throw on a pair of sweats over his boxers before heading out into the living room.

He lets out a little gasp at what greets him.

The living room has been transformed into what could only be called as a giant Pillow fort. Blankets and various pillowed are laid out on the floor and the couch is pushed a little off to the side to give them more room but a variety of chairs are situated near the edged of the room to hold the larger blanket that acts as the room of it all in place. He can help but form a small smile despite his still lackluster mood.

Jeongin’s head pops out of one of the corners of the Fort before motioning the two inside. Changbin smiles to Chan before grabbing his hand and dragging him around the room to the “entrance” of the fort and crawling inside.

Chan follows him in and it greeted with his members lays out on the massive pile of blacks and pillows. There are some snacks also laying about as Hyunjin stuffs his face with some honey crackers.

The leader looks to his members and feels his mood lift just slightly, enough to earn another smile to them.

“Snuggle Pile?” Jisung asks him with a grin.

Chan nods “Snuggle Pile.”

There is alot of rearranging after that, some complain about feet being pressed into ribs and elbows into necks before they all get comfortable. Chan is in the middle of this pile, Minho as his back and Seungmin curled up to this chest. The others all rest for him as best they can. His heart starts to warm from the cold depths of his dreams isolation.

Its all quiet for a while before Felix starts off singing happy birthday, the deep timbre of his voice soft in the dark of the night.

The others soon join in, their collective harmonies soothing Chan into a more restful sleep.

His dream does come back, but this time there is no force to take his family away, but the door opens to a burst of color that thrums through his skin and bone. The Dorm bleeds away to a brightly light stage. He looks to either side of him to see his Members and the music of his hard work starts to sound around him.

He opens his mouth and sings with a smile that almost hurts his cheek. Its a pain he can live with.

[dani-ellie03]

Fic: Wednesday’s Child (19/?)

Title: Wednesday’s Child Summary: The next time Emma Swan wanted magical help, she was on her own. Because now they were stuck with a pint-sized savior who clearly had an attitude problem and a terrified but pretending not to be pre-pirate. Spoilers: If you’re current, we’re good. Rating/Warning: PG-13, mostly for safety. Family angst/fluff, as per usual. Disclaimer: Once Upon a Time and its characters were created by Eddy Kitsis and Adam Horowitz and are owned by ABC. I’m just borrowing them but I’ll put them back when I’m finished! Author’s Note: Shoutout to @fezfanatic and @stark-park, for reasons. ;) Also,  please have your toothbrush handy because wow, this is sugary. Oops? O:)

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Tagging @shealivedarnit (If anyone else wants to be tagged, let me know!)

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Since Killian and Henry were having fun playing Super Mario Kart and Emma was perfectly content cuddled up between her parents with her baby brother on her lap, Snow saw no reason to break up the little party. A tiny voice that seemed to come from the elementary school teacher side of her tried to insist that the children should not have been spending so much time in front of the television. However, the bright grin on Killian's face and the amusement and pride in Emma's eyes as she watched Killian start to actually give Henry a run for his money silenced that voice. Besides, if this truly was the children's last night as children, they should spend it doing something they enjoyed.

"You could race, too, if you want, Emma," Charming reminded her after a long beat of silence. "You don't have to stay up here with us and Neal."

"Nah, that's okay. I like watching the boys race." She looked up at Charming somewhat shyly. "And I like sitting up here with you guys and Neal."

Snow's heart practically lifted straight out of her chest. The amount of progress they'd made with their little girl in such a short time was nothing short of a miracle. Could Emma have somehow unconsciously understood that she belonged here? That she was finally with people who loved her with all they had? The day before and even this morning, she kept saying they were different. She must have felt the effects of their love and attention, the love and attention she'd craved her entire life and had never received.

"We like sitting up here with you, too, kiddo," Charming assured her with a touched smile. Then he swiped the tip of his index finger down her nose, making her giggle.

Seven o'clock came far too soon for Snow's tastes. A large part of her wished she could stay on the couch with her husband and babies until morning but the more responsible part of her knew that if Neal was to go down without a fight, she needed to start him on his bedtime routine now. "All right, little prince, it's night-night time," she murmured as she extended her arms to take the baby from his sister's lap.

Neal let out a rather displeased whine, drawing surprised looks from the rest of the family. The baby's insistence startled the boys so much that both their pixelated racers fell off the track.

Well, then. There went trying to get him down without a fight. Having so many people to play with didn't help; the poor baby clearly didn't want to miss any of the fun.

That being said, it was indeed his bedtime so Snow lifted him off Emma's lap despite his fussing. "Shh, you'll see everyone in the morning. Everyone say good night."

"Good night!" came the chorus of soothing voices, all attempting to calm the baby.

As Snow headed out of the room with Neal on her hip, he stretched his hand out to Emma. At once, big sister responded to her baby brother's call, pushing herself from the sofa and sidling up to Snow. "I could help you get him in his crib for the night, if that's okay."

It was more than okay. In fact, it was the most perfect thing Snow could imagine. "Of course it's okay, sweetheart. Thank you very much."

"Yes, and while you two settle the little guy," Charming added as he stood up as well, "Henry, Killian, and I can clean up down here and get everything set up for movie night. We can pop the popcorn and pile the bed with blankets so we'll be good to go once the little prince is down."

Snow sent her wonderful husband a bright smile. Splitting the tasks would certainly help a great deal. "That works for me," she agreed, her smile growing when Emma nodded beside her.

"Works for us, too," Henry said after exchanging a glance with Killian and receiving a nod in response to his silent question.

"I just have one question," Killian spoke up.

"What is it?" Charming asked.

"What's a movie?"

They all exchanged an amused grin. "Something you've got to see to believe," Emma chuckled.

With the family's plans now settled, Snow carried Neal up the stairs with Emma one step ahead of her. As soon as Neal realized that Emma was coming, too, he'd stopped fussing. That didn't mean, however, that he was suddenly happy that bedtime had rolled around. The second his crib came into view, he started to whine again.

Snow jiggled him in her arms in an effort to settle him but before any words of comfort could come out of her mouth, Emma addressed her baby brother. "It's okay, Neal. We're going to change you into your PJs and read a story and it's going to be so much fun." Belatedly, she looked up at Snow to make sure she'd gotten the baby's bedtime routine correct.

"That's exactly right, Neal," Snow replied with a wink to her little girl, who let out a soft breath of relief. "We're going to have a ball."

For such a young child, Emma was a fantastic help getting Neal ready for bed. She picked out a pair of pajamas for him and brought over a fresh diaper and the container of wipes without Snow having to ask her. While Snow changed Neal, Emma crouched in front of the little bookshelf to pick out a book to read. Somehow, Snow wasn't surprised when Emma finally decided on Goodnight Moon.

"You do more than just play with the babies at your group homes, don't you," she said softly.

It wasn't a question but Emma nodded anyway. "I don't have to do the bedtime stuff at the good homes but some of the bad ones … I try to take care of the babies and the little kids. Nobody should just be put in bed and left in the dark but especially not the little kids."

A telltale tickling rose in the back of Snow's throat and she coughed to ease it. No, she was not going to cry. She was not going to imagine her little girl – her sweet, wonderful little girl – alone in the dark. She was not going to imagine her little girl with no one to comfort her after she awoke crying from a nightmare. She was not going to imagine her little girl putting herself to bed and feeling utterly alone.

Instead, she focused on the little girl in front of her, the girl who, at ten years old, tried so hard to make sure no other child felt as alone as she had felt. "You're an amazing little girl, Emma Swan."

A teary-eyed Emma ran up to her mother and threw her arms around her waist. In an instant, Snow dropped to her knees so she could properly hug her little girl while also holding her baby boy. "I'm so glad I'm here," Emma whispered into her ear.

"I'm so glad you're here, too, sweetheart. We all are."

Neal chose that exact moment to let out a happy babble, making both mother and daughter laugh. "See?" Snow teased, sniffling back the tears of joy. "Neal agrees."

Emma held the hug a beat longer and then pulled away, wiping her eyes. "All right, squirt, I get it. Now let's read a bedtime story, huh?"

After settling the baby in his crib, Snow eased down on the rocking chair with Emma at her feet. She read Goodnight Moon to both her babies while once again thinking that this was how it should have been all their lives.

It took one and a half runs through Goodnight Moon for Neal to finally close his eyes. After Snow let her voice trail off, she and Emma waited a couple of minutes before pushing themselves to their feet. "Good night, little prince," Snow whispered before pressing a kiss to her fingertips, which she then ghosted across her baby boy's little forehead.

"Good night, squirt," Emma added, her voice the same whisper as Snow's. "See you in the morning."

Snow switched on the baby monitor, picked up the receiver, and walked her little girl out of the room, leaving the door open a crack.

By the time she and Emma entered the master bedroom, the boys had gotten everything ready. On the dresser sat two large bowls of freshly made popcorn gleaming with melted butter. They'd poured glasses of water for everyone, the better to quench the thirst created by the salty popcorn. The bed was piled with some of the blankets used in the fort, which Charming assured her had been dismantled and the rest of linens used in its construction put away.

"I'm bummed about that, by the way," Killian interjected, using a word Henry had clearly taught him and making the adults chuckle.

Wilby had even settled on one of the blankets while patiently awaiting Emma's return. The only things left to do were choose a movie and get comfortable.

The movie choice mostly came down to Emma. Henry was fine with whatever the kids wanted and Killian obviously didn't know any of them. When Emma seemed to have trouble deciding between Mary Poppins and Honey, I Shrunk the Kids, Charming told her to pick both of them.

"Both? Really?"

The excitement on her little face melted her parents' shared heart. "Of course, kiddo," Charming assured her. "I think a movie night this big calls for more than one movie, don't you?"

"I definitely do," she grinned.

"I still don't know what a movie is," Killian reminded everyone. He'd slid Honey, I Shrunk the Kids from Emma's hand and read the synopsis on the back of the sleeve. "I take it it's a story of some kind?"

"It's kind of like a play," Snow explained. Hopefully her own experiences in both worlds would help her to explain the concept of a motion picture to a little boy from the Enchanted Forest. "It's a story being acted out by real people but they're not going to be right in front of us like they would be at a play. They're going to be on the television."

The poor boy still looked a little confused but he nodded anyway. "Thank you."

Something told Snow that the boy would have many more questions before the night was over, especially once they got to "Jolly Holiday" in Mary Poppins.

With the movies chosen and Honey, I Shrunk the Kids in the VCR, the family all piled onto the bed. Snow and Charming climbed under the covers and were surprised when both Emma and Killian settled on top of the covers in between them. Hiding a grin, Henry handed each child a blanket, a pillow to prop up against the headboard with the adults, and a bowl of popcorn before lying down the long way at their feet. After everyone had settled, Wilby made himself comfortable in the empty space between the children's feet and Henry's back.

Thank heavens she and Charming had sprung for the king bed!

As the movie started, Snow made a point of watching Killian out of the corner of her eye. The sheer wonder on the boy's face struck her as utterly adorable. It was clear he was bursting with questions, not only about the mechanics of how the movie was playing on the television but also all the technology in the movie (outdated though it now may have been) but he was also drawn in by the story and didn't want to break the flow by asking his questions.

He finally broke his self-imposed silence with a gasp when the titular kids shrank. "I understand that this is just a story and those people are simply portraying the characters in the story but how did the people who made the story make the actors that little?"

Henry turned around and gave him a comforting smile. "They're not really little. It's a trick. They built really big pieces of furniture and other really big things to make the kids look really little. Kind of like how if Neal held something, it would look really big but if you held the same thing, it would look smaller."

"Perspective," the boy nodded. "It looks so real, though."

"That's what makes it a trick."

Emma didn't say a word but tucked herself further into Snow's side. A touched Snow wrapped her arm around Emma's shoulders and the bright smile that lit the little girl's face indicated how pleased she was with this entire evening.

Once again, everyone settled down and the rest of the movie played in silence. Towards the end, Snow felt more than saw poor Emma fighting a losing battle with sleep. Smiling, she tightened her arm around her little girl's shoulders, inviting her to snuggle even closer. Her little girl did so and finally let herself relax.

When the movie was over, Snow turned her head to ask the rest of the family if they wanted to put in Mary Poppins only to realize that she'd lost Killian and Charming, too. Even Wilby was out like a light.

Henry must have expected conversation to kick up as the credits rolled because he turned around at the absence of voices. The grin that split his face warmed Snow's already full heart. "I guess one movie was enough."

"Yes, I guess so," Snow chuckled.

Henry slid off the bed, stopped the tape, hit rewind, and switched off the television. After gathering the empty glasses, he slipped the popcorn bowls off the children's laps. "Do you want me to help you move them?"

Snow's heart skipped a beat. No, she didn't want Henry to help her move them. She didn't want to move them at all. If this was the last night she had with them, she wanted them as close as possible, Emma's bed hog tendencies and all. "No, thank you," she said with a smile. "They can stay right here tonight."

Henry returned her smile and nodded in understanding. Once he'd packed up the detritus of movie night, he leaned in for a good night kiss. "Night, Gramma."

"Good night, Henry," she said, dropping a soft kiss on his cheek. "See you in the morning. Thank you for cleaning up tonight and for being so wonderful about their little accident the past couple of days."

"You're welcome. They're really fun and I'm glad we can help them while they're little."

Gods, Snow had the best family.

And now it was time to tuck the rest of that family in. She slid the pillows behind Emma and Killian flat, made sure the blankets were properly covering them, and then ensured Charming was snug and warm as well. Starting with Charming, she gave each of her sleeping family members a good night kiss. "Good night, my darlings. I love you."

And maybe it was just her imagination but she could have sworn all three of her family members smiled in their sleep, giving her their own unconscious good nights.

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Chapter Twenty