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dudefrommywesterns · 4 months

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Ship: Mike x Dude

Words: 600

Description: Mike can't sleep.

Drabblecember day 22: trying to stay up late.

Mike couldn’t sleep a wink. They’d tried everything. Warm milk, tea, dimming the lights, moving around. Nothing helped. Usually on nights like this, they’d slip into Dude’s room across the hall and slip into his arms. Unfortunately, he wasn’t back from his night patrol with Chance. Something was holding him up. They sighed, and pulled the covers off.

Another walk around the hotel. Another attempt at sleep.

Footsteps. They sounded like Dude’s.

A sigh. Now, Mike was sure it was Dude.

He took off his hat and ruffled his curls on the way up.

“What’re you doin’ up?” he asked when he saw them.

Mike shrugged. “Can’t sleep.”

Dude opened his door and gestured inside. “Come on, we’ll cuddle and you’ll be out like a light.”

Mike doubted it, but they followed him inside anyway. He kept sighing, and rubbing his face. He almost yawned every few minutes, but always caught himself before he did. His eyes looked more closed than usual.

“Long day?” Mike asked.

Dude began to untie his tie. “We found somethin’ suspicious and followed it. It was only a fox.”

“Not much happens in this little town.”

Dude shook his head. “Not unless you make the wrong people mad.” He rubbed his face again, and worked on unbuttoning the rest of his shirt.

“You might pass out where you stand.”

“I won’t.”

Mike chuckled. “I’ll catch you if you do.”

Dude shrugged off his shirt and tossed it aside. Mike never could stop themselves from admiring his tanned skin. At some point in Mike’s spaced out state, Dude had finished undressing and made his way toward them. He waved his hand in front of their face.

“Are you sleepin’ with your eyes open?” he asked, teasingly.

“Might be, you look like a dream,” Mike quipped in an attempt at a flirty tone.

He chuckled, and slid into bed beside them. He pulled them in and held them there, burying his face in their neck.

“Hmm. I missed you.”

“You saw me this morning.”

He kissed the back of their neck gently. “Mmm, well, it’s been a long day.”

He was mumbling sleepily, and Mike knew he wouldn’t be awake much longer.

“Dude?”

He made a sleepy grumble in reply.

“Stay up with me?”

His eyes fluttered open, and he asked, “Why?”

“I’m not tired.”

He nuzzled into their neck. “I‘m tired.”

Mike turned in Dude’s grasp. They poked his nose, causing him to open his eyes again.

“Talk to me? Please?”

“What” — He yawned — “What about?”

“Anything.”

“Mmm, it’s gonna be Christmas soon.”

“That it is.”

“You’re gonna fatten me up with cookies, aren’t you?”

Defensively, Mike said, “Hey, I’m only making the cookies. If you eat all of them, that’s on you.”

“Don’t make ‘em too good.”

“Sorry, Consuelo’s helping me. These will be the best damn cookies you ever had.”

The room was silent for a moment.

“Dude?”

Mike poked his nose again.

“Dude?”

Nothing.

Mike tried to kiss him awake, to no avail. They sighed. They tried to get out of bed, to take yet another walk.

When they tried, Dude pulled them back in his sleep, and held them tightly. He breathed against their neck, tickling the skin.

“Hey,” they said, poking him. “Let me go. Let me out.”

His eyes fluttered open, then closed. He sleepily mumbled, “No. Mine.”

They squirmed around, hoping to break loose. No such luck.

They chuckled to themselves, and let him sleep, tucked into their chest. They wrestled an arm free to pet his head.

“Goodnight,” they whispered.

It would be a while before sleep caught up with Mike.

#i want to know my boy by his footsteps alone #we're soulmates...#typewriter dings #dude #self ship #self shipping community #drabblecember2023

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little-miss-selfships · 5 months

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Drabblecember day 2 - baking together

Characters: planky and mile/ena

@bioexorcizm

Planky and mileena where on the couch looks bored.

"Uh what do you wanna do lovely?" Mileena asked while looking bored. "Maybe we can go for a walk." Planky responded. "Nah It's too cold out there and besides we would freeze out butts off the whole time." Planky nodded in agreement. "Yeah your right." Suddenly she got a idea that she probably would not refuse. "Ooo I know what about making Christmas cookies!" Mileena perked up and smiled. "Yes what an excellent idea!" Both planky and mileena went to the kicken and started baking. After the baking they both had one cookie each. Then mileena had an idea. "Hey planky why don't we give some out to Fujin and the others." Planky perked up "Yes let's go!!"

Ok to reblog (divider credit)

#drabblecember #drabblecember2023 #self shipping community #planky writes stuff #bite my way into the heart 🗡️💖

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canon-can-fight-me · 4 months

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Drabblecember Day 9: A Walk Outside

Okay listen. Is it like ten days after the ninth? Yes. But I was too busy to write that day and this prompt was really cute so I wanted to post something for it 🥺

875 words

Pairing: Kai3po (pre-dating)

He was so tired.

While promised that the event wouldn’t go on for long, and that he was sure to be an invaluable asset to the mission, Threepio served little purpose that night other than to be his former master’s coatrack. Granted, he was told to be on standby, should his services be needed, but at this point it appeared whatever Anakin and Obi Wan assumed was going to happen at the gala was nothing to warrant the lightsabers securely stashed away. The night had drone on for long enough, and while no verbal or physical labor had been required of him, he felt exhaustion coupled with utter loneliness. Standing still for hours, let alone with no one eager to use him for the one thing he was good for, was upsetting. That is, until his attention was brought to a flash of scarlet, in the form of a shiny red dress. The owner of said dress a familiar, not completely unwelcome sight.

“Well, don’t you clean up nicely.”

He turned to see Kaiyo grinning, gesturing to the bowtie Anakin had fastened to him earlier that evening. It had gone a tad crooked at this point.

“Thank you…you look quite radiant yourself.”

“I know,” she teased, darting her head around before facing him again. “Did you come by yourself, or is your date just in the restroom?”

He mimicked a scoff. “I do not have a “date”. Master Anakin asked me to accompany him and Obi Wan here for a mission, supposedly…although I’m unsure why my presence is even necessary at this point.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t say that.” She jerked her head towards his shoulder, suit jacket draped over.

“I believe that further proves my point.” He said.

“Well…if you’re not too occupied, maybe you could join me outside for a walk?” She sighed dramatically. “It’s so stuffy in here, not even the food is worth staying for. You’d think with how wealthy the owners are they’d at least have a decent menu.”

“A-As lovely as that sounds, I must remain here. What if I’m needed?”

“I’m sorry, how long have you been standing here doing absolutely nothing? Two hours?”

“…Three.“

“Oh, you poor thing.” She took hold of his arm, tugging him towards the exit. “Let’s get you some fresh air.”

“I must remind you, that as a droid I do not require ‘fresh air’.”

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He hadn’t protested much. Keyword much, though he knew realistically Kaiyo saw through his protests and was aware he was grateful for an excuse to take a break. While unaccustomed to the chilly night air, he slowly started to prefer it to the stuffiness of the ballroom.

“Soooo, what’s this mission about, exactly?”

“I can’t tell you that! It would go against my protocol to reveal such information.”

Her eyes narrowed ever so slightly.

“They didn’t tell you much of anything, did they?”

“Well—“ he began to protest, “I—um, of course they did…”

Kaiyo gave a small laugh, her suspicions all but confirmed.

Heat ran through his faceplate, and he glanced away.

“L-Let’s not talk about that. I’m rather curious to know what you’re doing here.”

She shrugged.

“You have your mission, I have mine. Let’s just say I wasn’t able to gather the intel I was looking for.” She pressed her lips together, hoping he wouldn’t question further. He wasn’t always adept at picking up cues, but he had someone grown to recognize her tells. One of which, he noticed, was what he understood was the natural human response to the cold: shivering. He could tell she was trying to power through it, slightly increasing her pace, and he wondered why she didn’t simply suggest going back inside.

“Kaiyo…” he began.

She paused, turning back to face him, eyes widening when she realized that she had outpaced him by quite a few feet in an attempt to generate heat.

“Oh, sorry! Am I walking too fast?”

“Well yes, but—“ she hurried back to his side as he spoke, “I was going to point out that you seem cold.”

Her cheeks flushed slightly. “It’s pretty chilly…”

Wordlessly, Threepio slowly slid Anakin’s suit jacket off his shoulder, gently placing it around Kaiyo’s shoulders.

“Oh!” Kaiyo glanced up at him, further burying herself in the jacket. “Are you sure Anakin won’t mind?”

“I’m sure if he needed it, he would have asked for it back by now,” Threepio explained. Kaiyo nodded, a small smile gracing her face. Threepio forced himself to look away.

She had no business looking so cute.

He thought if he just avoided looking at her, focused his gaze on the grass, the sky, anything else, that the rush of energy through his circuits would subside. That is, until she seemingly read his mind and decided to make it worse.

Granted, while she could technically read some minds (a perk of her mastery of the Force), he thanked the maker that such a trick didn’t work on droids.

But as she reached to adjust his bowtie, patting it down slightly with a satisfied smile that made him feel like his circuits were melting, he wasn’t so sure.

All he knew is that he was pleased that he had decided to walk with her that evening.

#rina writes 🖊️#drabblecember #drabblecember2023 #ok.to.rb #listen. I love the ‘drapes jacket over shoulders’ trope so I HAD to write it #even if it means stealing anakin’s jacket for the greater good

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lieutenantselnia · 5 months

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Drabblecember Day 7 - Stuck Inside

pairing: Davy Jones x Selena Finley

word count: 1 764

summary: The Flying Dutchman's ability to sail underwater has helped the crew in many precarious situations, but it is always something frightening for new crew members when they experience it for the first time. Selena is no exception, but luckily she has someone to look out for her.

tags: a bit of everyday life aboard the Dutchman, just a little bit of worldbuilding too I guess (both in terms of self-shipping and general universe lore), early relationship stage, Davy and Selena are both awkward about expressing their feelings, Maccus doing his best to be a wingman

warnings: Mentions of drowning/almost drowning I guess? I kept it pretty light and didn't really go into detail, plus it isn't an actual threat in this story, but if you're extremely terrified of the sea, being stuck underwater, or drowning just a heads-up.

author's note: First of all I'm not entirely sure whether I'm happy with this or not ahhh, on one hand I think it's cute and I'm so happy I got to explore a little bit of the universe lore too, but on the other hand I'm not sure if I always knew where I was going with this😅 For example in this particular instance I wasn't sure whether I wanted it to be set before or when they're already a couple, decided to go with the latter one eventually, but they're in kind of an early relationship stage. They feel already comfortable with showing affection or touching each other when they're alone, the issue is just that they're both shy to initiate it^^" I decided to take my own spin on this prompt since I felt this idea would be perfect for Davy, however, I might have gone a bit off track and made the set-up very long before getting to the actual point. I'm so glad I was finally able to write for Davy though, I love him but he's probably also the f/o where I'm the most self-conscious about mischaracterising or misinterpreting him and writing him in a completely wrong way, and sometimes I almost feel intimidated about approaching a story with him ._. Lastly, trying to write an accent in a language that's not your native one certainly is ... an experience.

The storm made its presence known long before it actually arrived. Dark clouds were gathering at the horizon, overshadowing the light of the day, and the air had an unsettling feeling about itself.

Selena stood at the railing, watching as the sunlight faded more and more. A slight nervousness was growing within her chest; it was the first storm she would witness while being aboard the Flying Dutchman. The first ever since that horrifying night, when the winds were furious and the waves were raging, and an unexpectedly strong surge of water just yanked her from the deck of the Diligence to pull her down into the dark, cold water. Selena was sure she would have drowned that night, hadn't the cursed ship found her and picked her up, soaking wet and freezing. The life aboard the Dutchman wasn't an easy one, but it was a life at least.

A rough push from behind snapped her back from her thoughts. She felt a clawed hand on her shoulder and turned around to find Maccus.

"C'mon. The captain wants ta keep an eye on ya when we're going down. Can't have ya get lost at sea another time, hah."

"Down?" Selena frowned as she followed him across the deck. She knew of the Dutchman's ability to dive underwater and resurface without any damage on neither ship nor crew, but in the weeks she had been here, she had never had to experience it herself. Until now.

"Would ye rather want to sail right through the storm?" Maccus turned his head to grin at her, showing multiple rows of razor-sharp teeth. "'Cause I doubt that, givin' yer seafaring skills. Trust me, it’ll be easier sailing below."

Selena scrunched her nose. She knew he was probably right, but that still didn't make her nervousness go away. "It might be better than a storm, but it doesn't sound like the most pleasant thing either. It's just something new to me, that's all."

"That's why the captain 'imself is gonna have a watch over ye", Maccus said in a smug voice. He gestured Selena to follow him, leading her to the captain's quarters. Other crew members were running across the deck, even though the Dutchman didn't need a lot of preparation before going below the surface, they wanted to be sure that nothing would go wrong.

Davy Jones opened the door to his quarters upon Maccus’ knocking, his gaze darting between the hammerhead shark and Selena.

"I brought ya the lassie. Figured she better not be on the open deck during her first dive."

The captain's gaze softened in a barely noticeable way, and he stepped aside to let Selena in, before turning his attention to Maccus again. "Order tah men ta start going down. They shall not veer off th' course, sail straight away undah tha storm."

"Aye, cap'n!" Maccus returned to the way he came from, and Selena could just hear him start to yell orders before Davy closed the cabin door.

"Is the first dive frightening?", she asked. Davy seemed to think for a moment before he responded. "Tha new sailors always dread it. It certainly be an … unsettling experience for those once mortals. Many of them say it feels unusual or unpleasant, but most of them adjust in a short time. I’ve been doin’ it fer so long, I … cannae remember what it was like in tha beginning."

His eyes became a little clouded as the memory seemed to pain him. Selena didn’t say a word, but reached out to gently take Davy’s right hand, squeezing it lightly. His tentacle-like index finger responded immediately to the action, wrapping around her hand as if it wanted to make sure she didn’t let go. Davy gave her a thankful look, before leading her to one of the windows. His beard tentacles were writhing calmly around his shoulders, and his whole demeanour had softened slightly, like every time they were alone.

"Yah might feel like ye're drowning when we’re going underwater, but it will pass, alright? Ye're bound ta the Dutchman now. She will not be leavin' ya behind."” His gaze became a little more tender, and he leaned a little closer. “I will not be leavin’ ya behind”, he muttered.

All of a sudden, Selena felt a slight jolt going through the hull of the ship, before the floor underneath her feet started to tilt. Instinctively she grabbed Davy’s sleeve with her free hand, while holding onto him a little tighter with the other one. He pulled her closer towards him, just enough so he could wrap his crab claw around her back, securing her where she was standing so she wouldn’t fall over on the uneven ground.

“Maccus must’ve given the signal.” Selena was a little annoyed about how nervous she sounded. But even though Davy assured her that she would be able to get through the dive like every other crew member, the thought of experiencing another time what it felt like to almost drown made her stomach turn, and she took a deep breath to calm the feeling. She felt how Davy started to rub her hand with his thumb in a soothing motion.

“We will stay inside here for this time. It be calmer and there are less things for ya ta worry about than on tha open deck. I think Maccus made a fine decision there.”

“Maccus?” Selena tilted her head. “So he didn’t bring me here on your command?”

Davy shook his head slightly, and a little snort, almost like a chuckle, escaped him. “Nay, he didn’t. But he seems ta keep an eye on ya. He be a proper first mate.”

In the meantime, water had started to seep in, coming through every opening in the ship’s hull and filling up the insides. It was already washing around their feet, and the level rose quickly. On top of everything, Selena also felt a biting cold creeping up her ankles now, and pressed herself closer to Davy.

“It will be alright, Selena.” His gaze caught hers, bright blue eyes captivating her. “Remember, ya will survive this. Even when we’re underwater, breathe. Ye’re bound ta the Dutchman now, and bound ta the sea.”

The water had already risen to Selena’s knees now, and it couldn’t be stopped in its way. She flinched as the cold waves reached her stomach, then her chest, her chin. A few moments later, she and Davy were both completely underwater, the entire room was filled. The Flying Dutchman had completely submerged beneath the stormy sea.

Selena had instinctively closed her eyes and pressed her face into Davy’s beard when it happened. She stayed in this position until she felt something soft gently caressing her cheek. She slowly opened her eyes again, finding that it was one of Davy’s beard tentacles. He looked at her with a tender gaze, his arms wrapped around her a little tighter now.

The first thing that Selena noticed about their surroundings was how clear she could see everything. She remembered how she tried to “dive” in her bathtub as a child, and how blurry it had always been, but this now felt only marginally worse compared to her eyesight above the surface. Apparently, this was one of the positive effects of being bound to a cursed ship. She could see the details on the wooden planks that the ship was made of, and the small barnacles on Davy’s clothes. The captain himself offered an unexpectedly amusing sight in this situation. Unlike usually, his tentacles were not pulled down by gravity now, and were floating more freely, although he seemed to control them enough that they weren’t going all over the place but kept their beard-like shape. He even had used two of them to keep his hat in place.

She had initially held in her breath, as this was an instinct that was hard to suppress, but now Selena felt her chest getting tighter. Davy seemed to notice that she began to struggle, he let go of her with his right hand and brought it to her cheek instead, brushing over her lips with his thumb as if to encourage her to take a breath. Hesitantly, Selena let go of the last bits of air in her lungs, before she had no other choice than to suck in the water that was the only thing surrounding her.

The first breath was unpleasant, even painful, like something heavy pressing on her chest from both in- and outside, along with a burning sensation as her body took in the water where air should belong. Selena contorted her face, but after a few moments, the feeling started to fade again. She tried to take a few more deep breaths, adjusting to this new feeling, and to her relief it seemed that Davy and Maccus told her the truth and it was merely a matter of getting used to it.

When she looked up to Davy again, Selena received the honour of witnessing one of his rare genuine smiles. She couldn’t help to note how natural he looked in this environment, as if he belonged here. She opened her mouth, attempting to saying something, but only a string of barely understandable sounds came out. Davy’s smile turned into more of a grin, and he shook his head, as if to tell her, ‘No talking’. Instead, he leaned forwards to wrap his arms around her and pull her into him, resting his cheek against her forehead. She could feel that he was proud of her, as well as relieved that she took the whole experience so well.

Selena felt how some of Davy’s tentacles started to play with her hair - it was something they seemed to attempt at every opportunity given, whether Davy wanted it or not -, and now she felt a smile forming on her own lips as well. She lifted a hand, caressing a few of them with her fingers, and shifted her body a little to make herself more comfortable in Davy’s embrace. She didn’t know how long the Dutchman intended to stay underwater, or how long it would take to leave the storm behind them, but for now, Selena felt calm and content, far more than she would have expected before all this. She looked out the window, into the vast sea that was far quieter than what she was used to from it, and something that Davy said came up in her mind again, putting a tender smile on her lips. ‘I will not be leavin’ ya behind.’

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end note: I just want to quickly mention that the whole "the Dutchman crew can breathe underwater" thing was not something I came up with. I in fact I once even read a somewhat similar scene in an ancient Davy x oc fanfic here on livejournal (The Isa Chronicles by cazcatharsis in case the link doesn't work, I'm not sure anymore in which chapter though and this website kind of of hell to navigate). I was a bit worried about copying too much, however I dare to say the the general idea is not something that can be copyrighted by a single person, I'm pretty sure there were and are discussions and different headcanons about how the crew is dealing with going underwater. It seems reasonable that their bodies have to adjust in some way, so they would be able to either hold their breath for a much longer time than regular humans or just straight up breathe underwater. As most of them are inspired by fish rather than for example whales, I decided to go with the second option. I'm not sure if I will stick with anything just like I wrote it here, as this whole story is continuously developing and just in its starting phase. I tried to also generally adapt the situation to the context of my storyline, so I figure it shouldn't be an issue?

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bitty-bytes · 5 months

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Drabblecember 2023 Day #1 - Cold Weather

Ship: Sho Minamimoto (The World Ends With You) + Haruka (OC)

Word Count: 238

Summary: Sho gets bribed by sweet stuff. What else is new.

Minamimoto sneezed as he retracted a bit into his clothes. “What’s wrong, Sho?” Haruka asked as she looked to her side. He side eyed her. “It’s zeta cold. How‘re you not freezing out here?”

“Well, I grew up pretty up north… I’m used to it honestly.” With this, she gave a cheeky grin. “Interesting how you hate the cold, Mr. Perfect.”

“...Shut up.” Minamimoto muttered grumpily. It’s not often he’s in a great mood, but the cold really did seem to be making him grouchier than usual. “...I know what’ll cheer you up. I heard that the cafe you like so much has a new option for their pancakes… A huge stack with cream, sugar, and butter on every layer.”

Minamimoto’s eyes lit up a bit, as he tried to avert his gaze to not make it obvious. With how he acts, most wouldn’t expect it. However, he did indeed have quite a sweet tooth, especially when baked goods are involved. It was hard for him to turn down anything of that nature. “Well, how ‘bout it? I’m sure it’s warm in there too.”

“...I suppose it’s not out of the equation.”

“I thought not. Let’s go check it out!” With this, Haruka took his hand and began to lead him along.

Now that she wasn’t looking, Minamimoto chanced a smile and blushed as he looked at their held hands. She wasn’t bad. She wasn’t bad at all.

#drabblecember2023 #self shipping #oc x canon #f/o: minamimoto

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justanordinaryficwriter · 4 months

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@eternally-smitten and @bioexorcizm

Drabblecember day 20: Listening to holiday music-the one where Jadeite experiences Christmas songs for the first time

"Ugh. What is that horrible noise?" Jadeite didn't understand human traditions. From decorating a dead plant, to worshipping an old man in red suit who, if what Mari told him is true, breaks into people's houses to leave presents. Humans were odd creatures.

"Oh! You mean Christmas music? Yeah it can be annoying." They were taking a walk through the snowy streets when Jadeite suddenly stopped.

"It is awful. How do you live with it?"

"Hm. I guess I'm just used to it. And some of them are fun."

"Fun?"

"Yes! Like 'Shake up Christmas.' Not my style of music, but it is fun. I appreciate the effort."

Jadeite sighed.

"Mari you know I love you, but sometimes you really make me question my loyalty to you."

"C'mon Jadeite, don't be such a Grinch."

"What's a Grinch?"

#self shipping community #drabblecember2023 #🌙#my writing

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eternally-smitten · 4 months

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Drabblecember - Hot Coffee

pairing: Natalie x Herbert West

summary: Natalie makes Herbert a hot cup of coffee while he's working

word count: 584

author's note: I told myself I would stay consistent with this event and did I? No I'm a week late now LOL. Better late than never I guess!

banner credit: mewryn

Herbert had hidden himself away in the basement to work yet again. This was normal for him, though. Even in days when he invited Natalie over for company.

“Company” was not a word that he was used to, so more often than not, he left Natalie alone upstairs or with Daniel while he studied.

While he did this, Herbert often neglected himself and others. On multiple occasions, he had forgotten to eat or grab himself a glass of water. Lately, he's been down there so often that six hours could pass him by and he wouldn't even notice. He was that passionate and focused on his work.

And Natalie, as supportive as she could be with his interests, worried about him slightly. She never wanted to nag or lecture him but she was also concerned with whether he was taking care of himself or not. So, whenever she was over, she would just silently do things for him and not bring attention to it.

It started small, like her simply bringing snacks over and setting them on the table in the kitchen. Then, she would get a bowl or a plate for said snacks and sneak down into the basement to set it on the steps. Later, she would start making full meals for them and leaving them right by him all while being careful not to interfere with whatever he was doing. It seemed to work although Natalie never knew if he noticed them or not.

Once again, today was no different. Not knowing what else to do, Natalie fixed herself a drink but paused. She wondered if Herbert had anything to drink since he ran down to his little lair. So, she grabbed an extra mug and fixed him a cup of coffee in the way he liked it best. Then, she carefully opened the door to the basement and traveled down into the darkness.

“Hey,” Her voice was soft so that she didn't startle him.

He turned back in his seat and acknowledged her with a nod, “Hmm? What?”

She placed the hot mug next to him and gestured towards it, “It's for you. Coffee. I figured you could use it.”

“Oh, thanks.” He said flatly before taking a slow sip of it.

Natalie gave him a small smile before turning to leave him be like she usually did but Herbert reached out and gently grabbed her arm.

“You don't need to go just yet. I'm not shooing you away.”

“Oh, alright.” She couldn't hide the smile that was slowly forming. He didn't know just how much she missed him when he was this involved in his experiments.

“Thank you for the coffee.” Herbert said, turning back to his notes, “And all the other little items you leave for me. Your efforts are appreciated greatly.”

“I'm glad.” Natalie peeked over at his notes out of curiosity, “I just wanted to make sure you were taken care of.”

He hummed at that, “Guess I don't have to worry about that thanks to you.”

Natalie stayed for a little while longer to have a short conversation with Herbert. It was nice to be able to talk to him while he was in his workspace. In her head, she made a mini mental list of the next few items she would go out of her way to buy just to make sure he had something to snack on whenever he did this again. Who knew a simple cup of coffee could matter so much?

#my stuff ♡#🫀꒦꒷alive again꒷꒦🧪#self ship fanfiction #ok to rb!#drabblecember2023

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bioexorcizm · 5 months

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drabblecember day #10 - sleeping in

ship: dewey/maverick

word count: 721

summary: dewey's always been a pain in the ass to wake up.

Maverick was always an early riser. It never mattered how late he'd been out, how long he'd stayed after his shift to help close up, he'd always be up bright and, unfortunately, early. Whether this was to his benefit, or if it was a detriment to his health, he didn't know.

When his eyes opened, it took him a moment to realize that he hadn't woken moments after falling asleep -- rather, it took him another to remember where he'd fallen asleep last night.

He rubs his face before turning to peek through the mass of sheets, blankets, blinds, and blackout curtains that covered the few windows at the head of Dewey’s bed. The small alcove that was his room was a nightmare, Maverick realizes, through no help of his own; All he can recall after the show the previous night was Dewey driving them home, and he himself being so tired he barely made it to the bed before passing out on top of the comforter.

One he was tucked under, meaning…

“Dew, what time is it?”

He receives but a grumble of a response, the other rolling over to bury his face in the pillow.

“Dewey,” Maverick whines, hoisting himself onto his elbows in search of an exit from the cocoon of covers around him.

This time, no response. Maverick sighs. He was always a pain in the ass to wake.

The bed, smaller than it probably should have been for two fully-grown people and barely held up by no less than a ten year old boxspring, was surrounded by crates of vinyls and CDs, clothes strewn about, and, as Maverick’s sight finally adjusts to the dark, a familiar couple of guitar cases, and more than a few empty energy drink cans.

“Your room is a fuckin’ mess, Dew,” he finally frees himself, moving closer and finally onto the back of the other man. His hands manage to find the edge of the sheet, pulling it back enough to expose the bare shoulders of his boyfriend, still facedown in the pillow and seemingly still completely unaware of the weight that had just rolled onto him. Maverick presses gently at the base of Dewey’s neck, then outwards, thumbs padding at his shoulders and kneading the muscles in-between. It was a trick he'd learned fairly shortly after they'd begun dating -- a sure way to wake the other pleasantly, rather than leaving him as the annoyed, whining and tired complainant he normally was.

“Dewey,” Maverick calls again, the sweetly gentle timbre of his voice contrasted with the bored, almost impatient expression he wore.

“What, Mav?” his voice was muffled, rough with sleep.

“Wake up.”

“No,” he replies just as sternly, though as he turns his head to the side Maverick sees the grin he wears, “Massage feels good though. I won't complain about that.”

“You never do.”

“I never will,” he manages to maneuver himself underneath Maverick’s hips until he's finally right-side up, hands locking behind Maverick’s thighs, holding the bartender in place as he rests atop his boyfriend's abdomen, “It's a nice wake-up call. Not that I’m waking up, though. And neither are you.”

“Dew, it's probably getting late already, and --”

“And you played one hell of a show last night. I think you deserve the rest. You still got more bags under those eyes than I think even I could carry to the car in one trip.”

“You hate making more than one trip to the car…”

“I know,” he emphasizes, “So lay back down. It's still early. Sleep in a little.”

Maverick hesitates. His internal alarm had gone off, and for him, there was no snooze button. It was doubtful that he'd even fall back asleep at this point. But still, the warming touch of the covers and, well quite frankly, the stupid fucking way Dewey was looking at him prevented him from saying no in that second.

“Fine.”

Before he could move, he was tugged down, shoved back under the sheets, and made into Dewey’s own personal teddy bear.

“Perfect, cause I wasn't about to let you up just yet anyways. Bed gets too cold once you're gone. And I for one am all for some R and R after a good show.”

“You didn't even play last night --”

“Yeah, but watchin’ you up there makes me tired too.”

#.writing #.dewey #drabblecember2023 #: | how did this get so long #its bc i have this dumb idea that mav can wake up dew without him being a crabass and i wanted to write it. i GUESS .!!!!!!

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bobmckenzie · 5 months

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sleeping in -> drabblecember day 10

word count: 1246 blurb: Caitie sleeps in late and doesn't have time to get all dolled up for her date with Louis, who so far has only seen her as her stage persona

Caitie woke up to sunlight streaming through the frosted window of her bedroom. Rolling over onto her side, she snuggled into her pillow, the fog of an already forgotten dream lifting as her thoughts shifted to her plans for the day. Her eyes fluttered open, and a sleepy smile spread on her face as she watched the light snowfall outside.

Another band practice tonight… Gotta get some groceries… Breakfast date with Louis… Breakfast date with Louis!

She shot upright, grabbing the alarm clock sitting on her bedside table. The numbers 8:30 flashed back at her almost mockingly, causing her to swear and throw off the covers, cringing as her bare feet met the cold wooden floor—if the shock of getting up so late didn’t wake her up, that definitely did.

She rushed to the bathroom, starting to brush her teeth before heading back to her mess of a closet to pick out something to wear. She’d meant to do it last night, but was so worn out that she decided to save it for the morning and set her alarm a little earlier. Some good that did—she’d hit snooze and promised herself five more minutes, which had turned into forty-five.

She silently prayed Louis would be late as she flicked through hanger after hanger, but already knew him better than that. He’d be there right on time at eight-forty, she had no doubt.

There was no time to turn into Star, which so far, was all he knew her as. They’d met when she was dressed up for a gig with the Galactic Chicks, all big hair, a full face of makeup, and flashy clothes. She'd made sure to look like nothing less in front of him since.

Not finding any inspiration for an outfit that would impress him, she groaned and headed back to the bathroom to wash her face and finish up in there, then heading to her vanity to do a quick swipe of color on her lips. There was no time for more makeup, let alone to tease or style her hair—all she could do was brush it and thank god that it was a good hair day.

Even so, as she paused to study her reflection, she felt any inkling of optimism leave her body. Her “Star” clothes wouldn’t match with her looking like this. She looked… well, she looked like Caitie.

The buzz of the doorbell made her jump, and she rushed through the small apartment to look through the peephole—sure enough, Louis was standing there, cute as ever in his trench coat, a navy turtleneck peeking out from the collar. And… oh, god. Her heart fluttered—he was holding flowers. He bought her flowers, and she looked like… like… her.

He rang the bell again and she panicked. “Just a minute!” she called, hurrying back to her room and shedding her pajamas, putting on whatever looked warm and went together well enough—a thin white turtleneck under a chunky blue sweater, her favorite pair of jeans and a thick pair of socks. Still, when she ran back over to the door, she hesitated.

Maybe she should feign sickness. Tell him she was contagious, that she was dreadfully ill and—

“Star?” His voice was a little muffled through the door. “You okay in there? I don’t mind waiting inside, if you’re still getting ready.”

“Um—No,” she decided, even though she was tempted to take him up on the offer. It was now or never—he had to see what was underneath the facade of Star at some point. “I’m ready. One sec.” She slipped into her boots and, taking a deep breath, put on a nervous smile and opened the door. “Hi. Sorry about that.”

God, he was cute. He was staring up at her with those sparkly blue eyes and a flush on his face from the cold. Holding the bouquet against his chest, he stepped forward with a smile and leaned up to kiss her cheek. His eyes trailed over her as he pulled away. “Gee, you look real pretty today.”

She couldn’t help flinching, as if the words were a slap. Not believing for a second he could mean it, the words came off as sarcasm despite how genuine his voice was. The band’s manager, Gwen, was constantly saying things like that to her, always making quips.

Caitie’d expected him to maybe not be as doting on their date, to probably stop calling her from then on. She never expected Louis to say something so… mean. “That…” She steadied her wavering voice, not sure if she was more angry or devastated. “That’s not funny, Louis.”

His brows furrowed as he lowered the flowers. “Well… why would it be?”

She paused, taking in the confused concern on his face, her emotions doing a one-eighty as she realized he might have actually been sincere. “You’re not being sarcastic?”

His eyes were like saucers behind his glasses. “No! I—Did I sound sarcastic? I didn't mean to! You look real beautiful today, honest.”

She swallowed over the lump in her throat, though now she wanted to cry from relief. “Really?” She couldn't help smiling at his eager, earnest nodding, warmth blooming in her chest. “I, um, woke up late. So I didn't have time to like… become Star. Just me,” she laughed nervously, shrugging, “Just… Caitie.”

“Caitie,” he repeated the name with a fond smile, learning it. “I thought maybe Star wasn't your real name, but I didn't want to ask, on account of, well, y'know, maybe you'd be offended if it was. Oh!” He held out the pink and purple tulips. “These are for you. I don’t know what your favorite kind is, but, I… I thought you might like the color of these ones, ‘cause your hair.” His eyes went wide again and he retracted the flowers a bit. “Unless you're allergic! Gee, I should’ve asked—”

She couldn’t help laughing, their hands brushing as she took them gently from him. “I’m not. They’re beautiful, Louis, thank you. Let me just get them in some water before we leave, okay?” She motioned with her head, laughing a little more when he stayed in the doorway. “You can come in.”

“You’ve got a nice place,” he complimented as he looked over the space, following her to the little kitchen right by the door. “Good location, too, ‘cause you can get a place here cheaper than the buildings closer to the park, but it’s really not that far away. You’ve still got a great view,” he pointed out, walking around the counter to gesture to the windows overlooking Manhattan.

“I‘m pretty fond of it. Deanna did most of the decorating,” Caitie admitted, getting down a pale green vase from the top of the fridge and filling it with water as she continued, “She’s got a really good eye for that stuff. Makes sense for an art major, I guess.” She turned off the sink and looked up, freezing in place when she saw how he was staring at her. “What?”

Louis shrugged, smiling. “Nothin’ —you, just, uh… I guess, uh, I’m kinda surprised, is all. I mean, I didn’t know I could find you any prettier than I already did. But now… now I do, so…”

She couldn’t fight a smile, knew she was blushing even as she leaned over the sink to cup his face and plant a kiss on his mouth. Never had she been so happy to have ignored her alarm.

#OOPSIES i'm late and posting this at almost midnight LOL #i need to practice writing louis more!! it's harder than I anticipated bc of his tendency to ramble klkjdsfdk #but i hope i captured it decently!! :')#drabblecember2023 #self shipping #self shipping community #self ship writing #caitiewrites #louistag

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dudefrommywesterns · 4 months

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Ship: Mike x Dude

Words: 760

Description: Drabblecember Day 21: A walk down memory lane.

Dude waited downstairs for Mike, who was running late for their date. He leaned against the railing, still confused why he was asked to wait down here in the first place. He’d seen all of his partner there was to see. He wasn’t sure where they were going either. They’d been vague with the details. He sighed and looked up the stairs. What was holding them up?

When they did come down, Dude was rendered speechless. He had expected to see Mike as he’d come to know them, with their boyish clothes and bare face. He was faced with his partner in a skirt, a skirt he hadn’t seen in a long time.

“I think,” Mike said, “I think I was wearing this when we met, remember?”

They swished their neutral toned skirt, and gave them a smile with their lips they’d painted red, like they used to.

“I remember,” he said. “You worked at the bar.”

“I was new in town. I was lucky Carlos gave me a job.”

“I was a casual drinker then,” Dude continued. “I came in to ask for a whiskey. I had a long day.”

Mike playfully tugged at Dude’s collar, “You never did button your shirts all the way. And it wasn’t summer then either.”

Dude grinned. “You like it. You probably liked it then, too.”

“I never said I didn’t.”

“Why are you dressed like that anyway?” he asked.

Mike smiled and pulled their guns out of the pockets of their skirts. “We’re going shooting.”

“I think we both had a lot of practice.”

Mike smiled mischievously. “I think I’m better than you now.”

He laughed. “Is that right?”

“Uh huh. I bet I can shoot farther and faster.”

“Sounds like a challenge. What are we shootin’?”

“Bottles, of course,” they replied. “Like we used to.”

“Aw, that’s too easy.”

“Let’s spare the birds.”

Dude readjusted his hat, and they walked outside of town, to the cactus they liked to practice by. Mike had set up the bottles at some point.

“Alright. We see who’s faster first,” Dude suggested. “On the count of 3?”

Mike nodded.

Dude started, “One.”

Mike chimed in, “Two.”

“Three.”

Dude pulled his guns from their holster and shot three bottles down before Mike had gotten a proper grip on their guns. He twirled them in his hands and put them back in his pockets. Mike got the last two, but only because their boyfriend let them.

“Still too slow, honey,” he said, amused.

“I’m faster than Stumpy,” Mike said, “And I’m gaining on Colorado.”

“Gainin’ on Colorado, huh?”

“Yeah!” Mike said. They weren’t being completely honest. Their shoulders sagged, “Oh, I can’t help it if I’m a little slow!”

Dude smiled. “You’re doing okay. I’ve got a lot more practice than you. That’s all.”

Mike frowned. “I thought I’d be better. I wanted to impress you. I’ve been shooting a gun for 3 years and I’m still too slow.”

“Hey, you are better. You couldn’t shoot anything when we met. You hit those bottles! Both of ‘em. Pretty quick, too.”

Mike smiled. “Thanks. I bet you can still shoot farther, huh?”

Dude shrugged. “We’ll see.”

Mike set up a few bottles as far as they thought their short guns might reach. Dude went first. He focused on one of the bottles on the left, took a moment to aim, then shot. It hit.

“Not bad,” Dude said. “Would’ve been harder if it had been moving.”

Mike squinted, and tried to aim. “Hmm. I don’t think I can even see that far!”

Dude chuckled. “You might wanna get some glasses.”

They hit the bottle, but it took longer for them to aim than it had taken Dude.

“Hey! I got it!” Mike yelled happily.

He nodded, “You did.”

When they slipped their guns back into their skirt, he pulled them close and kissed them on the side of the head.

“I’m impressed,” he said into their ear.

“You’re just saying that.”

“No, I’m proud of you. But honestly, honey, I’m always proud of you.”

Mike snuggled into his side. “We should come back next year, and compare again. But I’m wearing my regular clothes next time.”

“Hm. You wanna know a secret? I like you better when you look like a…well, a boy, I guess.”

Mike chuckled, “Yeah?”

He grinned at them and said lightheartedly, “Don’t go around tellin’ anybody that.”

“You’re with a crossdresser,” Mike said. “Everybody already knows there’s something queer about you.”

“I don’t mind.”

“You better not,” Mike said into his neck.

He kissed the top of their head. “I don’t.”

#typewriter dings #dude #self ship #self shipping community #drabblecember2023

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little-miss-selfships · 5 months

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Drabblecember day 1 - cold weather

Characters: sephi/roth and planky

@bioexorcizm

It was finally snowing out in nibelheim with a very windy cold breeze. Sephiroth woke up first and looked at the window and sighed. "Planky is not going to like this." Seph waited for her to wake up and stretch. Planky woke up and yawned before stretching her arms. "Morning sephy what are you smiling about?" Sephiroth give her a smug look. " Why don't you take a look outside the window." Planky then looked at the window. "Oh for fucks sakes.." Sephiroth chuckled while giving her a kiss on the forehead. "Let's make some hot chocolate that lift your spirits a bit ok love." Planky nodded and held sephs hand and made their way into the kitchen.

Ok to reblog (divider credit)

#drabblecember #drabblecember2023 #self shipping community #planky writes stuff #rulers of the planet 🌎🌌

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lovingyoutohellandback · 5 months

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@eternally-smitten and @bioexorcizm Drabblecember day 4: Learning traditions-the one where Sasha teaches Blitzø how to make rum balls

"-And then you just roll the dough around your palms a bit until you get a nice, little rum ball."

"Like this?"

"Yeah!"

These days Blitzø's apartment was way more tidier and colorful than it ever was before, in part due to Sasha's enthusiasm for the holidays, but also because these were their first holidays as a married couple, so Blitzø wanted to make them as special as possible.

So here they were, making rum balls. Sasha insisted on them, saying it was a tradition in her family. Blitzø didn't know much about holiday traditions. His own family didn't have them, though his late mother tried her hardest to make their holidays special every year. So when Sasha insisted on making them together, he couldn't say no.

"And now that you've done that, you roll them around in coconut powder, like this!" She showed him how, and he followed suit. It was easy enough, thought Blitzø, before accidentally pressing too hard and squashing the little ball flat.

"Shit! I'm so sorry, Sasha."

"It's okay! Theres more than enough dough. Try again." Encouraged him Sasha.

He tried to do as she showed him to: a clump of dough, roll it around your palms till you get a ball, then roll the ball around in coconut powder.

"I did it!" And in his palm, was a small, misshapen thing covered in coconut.

"It's perfect! Good job, honey!" Sasha then kissed him on the cheek, as a reward for a job well done.

Blitzø didn't appreciate holidays enough before, but with Sasha at his side, he just might start to.

#late again #but I really like this one #self shipping community #drabblecember2023

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canon-can-fight-me · 5 months

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Drabblecember Day 6: Wrapping Gifts

Word Count: 525 words

Pairing: Kaiyo x Vincent

Summary: Vincent watches Kaiyo wrap Christmas gifts.

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

“What are you doing?”

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

“You’ll never guess.”

Vincent rolled his eyes.

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

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

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

“For Esteban, I assume?”

Kaiyo put a finger to her lips.

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

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

She replied with a snort.

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

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

“Oh yeah? Who wraps his gift then?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He scoffed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“By the way, nice choice of paper.”

“I’d say it was inspired.”

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

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