#sco drabble

[scopop08]

I am a full believer in Scarian being in toxic obsessive love with each other during the life series and then being completely normal platonic friends on hermitcraft.

Desperately kissing on the ground of Monopoly mountain, sand coating their clothes, scratching and biting and doing anything to leave a mark on each other, to feel whole. The fire burning inside them being all consuming and driving them to insanity.

And then they see each other back on Hermitcraft afterwards and it's just like. "Hey dude! I'm gonna need some coral." "Oh for sure, check the double chest next on your right."

#they both remember what happened but as soon as they get back to hermitcraft they're just like #''man that was wild. anyway gonna go work on my base see you in a week or two'' #it's like a work obligation to be desperately in love and devoted to eachother above all else and then they just clock out at the end #hermitcraft #trafficlife #hermitshipping #trafficshipping #scarian #desert duo #gtws #goodtimeswithscar #grian #sco drabble #sco good posts

[earthtooz]

fluff, apologising and making up after a 'fight' kind of drabble bc i miss suna <3

suna rintarou shows up to your university on the third day of the silent treatment.

the sight is a surprise, to say the least. your pro-volleyball player boyfriend standing outside your faculty’s building with his hands in his pockets, blending in with baggy jeans, a hoodie, and a cap. he looks the part of a university student, but you could never be fooled, not when he's 6'3 with an equally admirable stature from exercising.

amongst the crowd of outflowing students, the dark-haired spots you, olive eyes widening upon seeing you. he pushes himself onto two feet before walking over to where you stay rooted, dodging the students who just came out of the same lecture.

“hi,” suna greets, stopping just a few feet away from you. the sight of his lopsided smile is enough to get your heart racing again. you've missed him so much.

regardless, you cross your arms to keep up an angry front, not wanting to give in to his charms just yet no matter how good he may he at using them. 

“what are you doing here?” you ask bluntly, betraying the butterflies in your stomach.

his expression doesn’t falter at your iciness. “not happy to see me?”

you are happy to see him, very much so, especially when he has taken the initiative of literally showing up at your campus and waiting for your classes to be over to see you. he must be tired from practice as well and you know too well that mondays were never kind to him. 

so the fact that suna came all this way for you makes you feel a little special. 

he’s even wearing some of that cologne that you really like and unless it’s for special occasions, you know that your boyfriend is never bothered enough to wear any fragrance. he is so sly that you could kiss him.

“not particularly, suna.” you say in response, lying through your teeth.

suna clutches his chest like he’s been shot, making a gasp of offence at your statement. “babe, after i came all the way to campus? i thought i’d never want to come back here but i made some exceptions for the love of my life and this is what i get in return?” 

“suck it up, i guess.”

“-and who on earth is suna? never heard of him. can’t believe you’ve already forgotten my name after three days, i’m losing sight of reality, babe hold me, i might faint.”

“whatever,” you chuckle a little at his antics, eyes softening with a certain fondness that suna doesn’t miss. his lips twitch upwards at the sight of it.

this is his chance to win you back. he throws his line in in hopes of catching you hook and sinker. 

“let’s go to dinner tonight,” he offers, recovering from his previously downed position, voice contrastingly soft and gentle to smoothen his proposal. 

“what, so you can stand me up again?” you quip, instantly slicing the atmosphere to turn tense as the line snaps in half.

suna’s grin falls, morphing into a guilty frown. “c’mon pretty, that’s mean. you know how sorry i am, i didn’t mean to forget about our plans.”

you huff, letting your arms fall back to your sides. “i know, i know, but you standing me up just stung. it was frustrating because i made time for us that i could have used to study with instead,” you confess. “you know how stressed i’ve been with finals.”

the athlete stuffs his hands into his pockets awkwardly. “but i’m trying to make up for it.” 

“i know and i appreciate it, but now’s not a good time. i’m sorry but i can’t go to dinner tonight or any time soon, i have a bunch of practice tests to do that i can’t keep putting off.”

“then can i come over?” asks suna, a hopeful lilt to his voice.

“and watch me study? do you really want that?”

“i just want to be with you, i can order us takeout or something- on me.”

“guess i’m just irresistible, huh?”

“duh, do you know how much i suffered during the weekend? missed you so much, practically died from boredom.”

“oh so i’m just another person for you to bother? is that how it is?” you ask, unable to contain your smile. 

the dark-haired scoffs. “c’mon babes, you know you’re better than that. you’re the only person i can bother.”

“oh fuck off,” you whack his shoulder teasingly. “also for your information, you’re not coming between me and my education.”

“ambitious people are a turn-on,” he mutters with a shrug before pulling you in to kiss your cheek.

“ew get off me, freak,” you joke whilst shoving him, not rough enough to actually create distance but suna still stands his ground from the force. his hand goes to hold your other cheek as he smothers you with over-exaggerated affection. 

you laugh in his hold, holding on to his wrists for balance. “suna!” you yelp when he pushes too much weight onto you, causing the two of you to stumble sideways. “actually get off me.”

“can’t. won’t. don’t want to. this is what you get for not responding to me all weekend- what does  a man need to do to get a text back from the love of his life?” 

“easy. be a man.” you step out of his grasp with a satisfied smirk, beginning to walk away from your boyfriend who stares at you with his mouth hung open in disbelief. inevitably, suna runs up to you.

and as he encases you with his arms in the middle of the empty gardens of your university faculty, you know that the two of you will be okay. even if suna is the bane of your existence, there is no one else for you like him. 

© EARTHTOOZ 2023, do not steal, translate, repost my fics and do not recommend my fics onto any other site.

#still on break lol #been writing a lot of silent treatment fics... apologies #suna x reader #haikyuu x reader #suna rintarou x reader #suna rintaro x reader #rintarou suna x reader #hq x reader #suna rintarou fluff #suna fluff #suna rintarou x reader fic #suna rintarou x reader imagine

[callsign-relic]

YAYY! i caught your requesting time :D♡

If it's not too much i'd like to request IDW Pharma (gotta love crazy doc) first contact au with female human reader where she gets caught and he goes to study perhaps every little detail on the human physiology since she is such a interesting lil creature. You know like how the little hair on her arms stand when frightened or how the human pupils adjust to light every milisecond and details in humans in general like that. <3

Also could be a little horror-themed for the human reader since halloween is near :]❤️ you can write it in anything like a story or drabble or headcanons any you feel like writing since i'm not really sure about the differences sorry! :(

Thank you so so much for letting me request <333❤️❤️❤️

Hi!!! I’m so happy to write this for you! Thank you for being my first Pharma request, it was fun to learn how to write this evil man >:) also I must say, your art is beautiful, I love it so much!!! I’m honored to have received a request from you <3

Lowkey might write a sequel for this myself honestly HAGSHAHA

Warnings: Suggestive (towards the end, otherwise SFW), First Contact AU, Fem!Human!Reader

“Now, what have we here…?”

The warmth and humidity of his breath washes over you with every incomprehensible word as you dangle before the doctor’s face, his forefinger and thumb clinging to the scruff of your shirt as a grin you could only describe as sinister spreads across his faceplate.

“A little pest, it seems, has scurried its way out of its burrow. A human,” he hums, pulling closer towards his face. “Never understood the appeal of these fleshy little organics. But, seeing as I have the opportunity…”

Your world suddenly shakes, and Pharma shifts his fingers from above you to curl in from behind, pulling you up from a dangle and into a loose fist. You can hear the sound of his joint hydraulics as his blue digits curl around you protectively, but as you’re brought down to his chest, he doesn’t seem to make note of how the natural sway of his walk throws you about. You have to cling to his curled fingers to maintain some semblance of balance, and even then, his fingers twitch and shift at your touch, making the ride all the more unstable.

Eventually, Pharma crosses the room, and you arrive at a medical slab that is all too large for your tiny body. He places you down at the head— well, he might as well have thrown you— and he turns his back to you to face a rolling table resting the side.

Now that he was looking away, this was your chance. Despite the pains that stung all over, you scramble to your feet, whipping your head around to try and see if there was some way out of here.

The medical slab was like a football field of cool grey stainless steel, maybe even bigger, that much is clear from how long it took you to walk from the center of the top to the edge of the side. You could see the bot-sized door at the end of the room, but unless the physical sensors would pick up your human body, that might as well have been another wall. Your best bet was to look on the ground, maybe you could find some crack in the wall or in the floor you could squeeze yourself into—

“Ah, ah, ah.”

A sudden weight forces itself onto your shoulders from behind, and you’re pushed face forwards onto the slab. Sucking air in through your teeth, you manage to turn your head, and all you can see is the massive length of Pharma’s arm as he pins you down with a fingertip pressing down on either of your shoulders.

“When did I say you could get up?”

The weight of his fingers suddenly releases itself, but you don’t have a moment to breathe before his fingers move down to your foot, pinching them once again and lifting you till you’re upside down. You quickly tug down at your shirt, but as the world moves around you in a nauseating blur, you can barely manage to keep your eyes open as the medic carries you back to the center, as if you were light as a feather.

“Pesky little thing,” you hear above you with a scoff.

You’re flipped onto your back, but before you can make another move to get up, another pressure lands upon you— on your chest, this time. A cool metal rod, made of the same steel as the slab you laid upon, if you had to assume. The weight isn’t enough to crush your lungs, thankfully, but you certainly do have trouble getting enough air in.

“Just to get you still,” Pharma assures you, and then he leans down from high above to where his face is just about all you can see. The blue light of his optics almost stings your eyes, but there’s not really much else you can look.

“Hm… its pupils react to light in a strange way.” As he goes on, he pulls his head away for just a moment, and you squint as your eyes have to adjust to the overhead light. Then, his face covers the light once more, lowering towards you again. “Dilation, it appears. Interesting…”

You gasp as a sudden coldness shocks your arm, and you look to the side to see Pharma’s fingertip pressed against your forearm. The cold touch of his metal contracted to the warmth of his breath causes you to shiver— and your hair sticks on end as goosebumps spread across your body.

At this, the mech’s eyes widen. “Now, what’s this…?” Slowly, he drags his finger up the length of your arm, feeling each and every one of the little bumps across it. “What could this be a reaction of? A defense mechanism, perhaps? Hm, not that it does anything…”

There’s another flash of blue as the bot pulls his hand away. “Is this sensation only localized in your arms? Or, does the rest of your epidermis share this… reaction?” You eye the medics fingers carefully, watching as they shift down from your arm all the way to your navel. Pharma grabs at end of your shirt, threatening to pull it up and away with ease.

Your heart races as your eyes blow open, and thanks to the sudden rush of adrenaline running through you, you manage to lift your legs high enough to kick his digits away.

“Ack!” The bot hisses, pulling away from you instantly. The weight of the rod upon your chest is lifted for a moment, and you do your best to bring yourself up again— only to be pushed down all the same.

Another scoff echoes from above you, “Fine then, if you want to be so testy. I can explore other parts of you…”

And even though you can’t understand the words emerging from his intake, based on the way a smirk cracks up the side of his faceplate as he runs a finger down your body before it stops at your waist, you have a feeling you’re in for a much longer observation than you wanted.

#relic writes #Transformers first contact AU #tf first contact AU #first contact AU #Transformers #Transformers x reader #MTMTE #mtmte x reader #reader insert #lost light #lost light x reader #pharma #pharma transformers #transformers pharma #tf pharma #pharma mtmte #MTMTE pharma #pharma x reader

[sunlightandsuffering]

Late as fuck Mikasa birthday drabble that I don't love lol ! I always miss my enemies AU, they're honestly hilarious. Mikasa breaking his arm and wanting to sign his cast will never not be iconic to me ! ALSO MIGHT MAKE THEM FIANCE'S, I DID HERE, MIGHT AS WELL RIGHT! “Nice gun.” It sounds like a bad pickup line, a shitty attempt to get into her pants, and well, it totally is, but the guy lingering around her Uncle’s bar also isn’t wrong. “Thanks,” she comments casually, trailing a finger over the condensation on her glass, “It was a gift.” 

At this, the guy snorts, an eyebrow raised almost into his hairline, “Someone got you a baby pink Glock as a gift?” 

Mikasa shrugs innocently, tucking the very poorly concealed weapon further into the waistband of her jeans, she’d just come back from intimidating a rival gang member, okay? She’d needed it, she doesn’t just carry her gun around with her like a monster, it’s not even loaded, it's solely for intimidating purposes. Plus, she looks very pretty waving it around while Connie and Reiner stand menacingly behind her, where’s the fun in being a mob princess if she can’t play a little? But the story of how she got her pink Glock is one that she looks upon perhaps a little too fondly, even more so when she catches Eren’s eye over her would-be suitor’s head, a little smirk on his face that he can’t hide, having heard their whole discussion. 

She doesn’t know if she should be embarrassed that he’s heard, or say fuck it and drag him to the back room all over again like she did when she was gifted the gun in the first place. 

2 Years Ago 

“So you’re not even going to wish me a happy birthday?” Mikasa asks somewhat petulantly, trying not to let the whine creep into her voice, not to show just how perturbed she is that he’s the only one so far who hasn’t wished her a happy birthday. For fuck’s sake, Connie, his number two had sent her a giant stuffed teddy bear, and she can barely get a happy birthday from him, her supposed fiancé? Eren barks out a disbelieving laugh, “Mikasa you broke my arm last month, I just got out of the cast, which, by the way, still fucking hurts–” “You had it coming to you.” “I had to learn how to shoot with my left hand!” 

Mikasa scoffs, “You love being ambidextrous, I haven’t heard you shut up about it since.” “Because it’s fucking cool! But that’s beside the point, we’re in a gang Mikasa, I get shot at semi-regularly, and you didn’t even apologize!” At this, Mikasa shoots him a glare, “I did so.” “When?” Eren snaps and Mikasa studiously looks away, “I helped you out a few times.” 

Eren balks at her, his mouth hanging open, and she thinks rather smugly that for once in his life he actually looks a little stupid, rather than the unfairly good-looking visage she’s used to. 

“You demanded to sign my cast and threatened to break my other arm,” Eren tells her glibly and Mikasa frowns, her brow furrowing up in a way her mother would scold her for, yelling about forehead wrinkles and botox. “That’s not what I’m talking about,” Mikasa snarks back, before lowering her voice to a whisper, “I’m talking about after.”

Eren arches a perfectly shaped eyebrow, a wicked smirk crossing his lips, those eyes gleaming in delight as he recalls that particular night, “Oh that.” 

“Yes,” Mikasa hisses, “That.”

That had been Mikasa jerking Eren off in the backroom, out of the goodness of her heart of course, because he might be ambidextrous now, but he hadn’t been then, and well, who was she to refuse him? That would just be cruel, and really why use his non-dominant arm when both of hers were readily available… and her mouth too, that had also been very available to him. 

“Well that,” Eren smiles fondly, his eyes glazing over a bit as he thinks about it, a small affectionate smile gracing his lips, “That was just good business Miki, payback for breaking my arm in the first place.” She smacks his now healed broken arm, vibrating with fury, “That was me helping you out, you asshole!” Eren scoffs, his smile morphing into a pout, “It wasn’t I had to practically beg–” “As you should!” Mikasa huffs and Eren growls in irritation at being interrupted, “Mikasa!” 

“You’re not even going to wish me a happy birthday?” She finishes sadly, a hint of genuine sadness creeping into her tone, she does have feelings, and he is supposed to be her fiancé. "After all i've done for you." Eren groans, “Oh my god.” Mikasa sniffles, just a little, not allowing the tears to fall, her head turned away, she’d always thought they had this very charming back and forth, that when they finally wed it wouldn’t be so bad, that maybe, just maybe they could fall in love and all the sexual chemistry they had would be put to good use. 

Her lower lip quivers just a little and Eren sighs deeply beside her, an arm hooking around her neck and dragging her towards him, “You’re such a fucking brat.” “I am not!” She protests, but she is silenced with a rough kiss to her lips, and as usual, he tastes like good whisky and a hint of mint, familiar. She melts into him, her hands finding the soft strands of hair gathered at the nape of his neck, digging into the silky whisps. Eren grunts as she tries to climb into his lap, because fuck it, this can be her birthday present. But to her dismay, Eren keeps her firmly planted in her spot next to him, his arm weighing heavy around her shoulders and his other hand buried firmly between her thighs, teasing her whilst at the same time keeping her in place. 

She pulls back questioningly, her lips swollen, silver eyes catching on soft reverent green ones, “Eren what are you–” “Happy Birthday,” he mumbles and before Mikasa can say another word he’s pulling a gun from the waist band of his jeans and she’s shocked to see it’s not his own, it’s definitely not his own. It’s bright pink, almost candy coloured, like a barbie and Mikasa gasps as he places it in her lap. It’s slightly bejewelled around the handle, and if it was anyone else, it would be the gaudiest thing she’s ever received, she’d fucking hate it. But Eren knows her far too well, probably better than he should if she’s being honest, and Mikasa squeals as she snatches it from his grasp. It’s impractical and ridiculous, and the silliest things she’s ever received, but she absolutely loves it. What says mob princess more than a pink fucking gun? 

“I love it,” she tells him seriously and Eren lets out an audible exhale, “Good, because that shit was embarrassing to ask about, do you know Jean almost laughed me out of the arms room?” Mikasa laughs in delight, checking him with her shoulder lightly before she cuddles in, enamoured with her gift, fingers trailing excitedly over the Swarovski crystals embedded in the handle, just before the grip so as not to be uncomfortable to hold. “If you lose it you’re not getting another one,” Eren tells her firmly and she leans up in a rush to press a kiss to his cheek in thanks. “Thanks,” she tells him softly, her other hand slipping down to lace their fingers together, she’s not often this affectionate, this loving with her rival turned husband-to-be.

But really, it’s Eren, he deserves a reward for this.

“Happy birthday,” he winks and Mikasa laughs, setting the gun on the table, “You were totally just afraid to give it to me weren’t you, that’s why you haven’t talked to me all day?” Eren scowls, “Why do you have to ruin everything, I was not!” 

“You totally were, I bet you’ve been agonizing over when to give it to me all day.” “I wasn’t,” He insists, and Mikasa cackles deviously, “You so were.” 

“Whatever, we’re even now, Ackerman.” She laughs in delight, pressing another kiss to his cheek, they are so not even, they are never even and that’s just how she likes it. “Don’t make me break your other arm, Yeager.” “At least it won’t be my dick this time, Ackerman.” She presses her lips together to hide her smile, “Now I know you’re not upset about that.” “Still pisses me off that I’m not the first one you broke,” Eren mumbles grumpily, and she buries her face in his shoulder because she can’t wipe the fucking smile off her face, he’d been so damn pouty about that. 

“I can break it again,” she breathes huskily against his neck, and he hums contemplatively. 

“I’d like to see you try.” 

“Back room, ten minutes.”

#enemies to enemies #enemies au #E to E AU #lys's drabbles #this is lys's crackhead hours

[sunnydaleherald]

The Sunnydale Herald Newsletter, Tuesday, August 2

RILEY: I was wrong about Oz. I *was* being a bigot. BUFFY: No you weren't. You were thrown. You found out that Willow was in... kind of an unconventional relationship, and it gave you a momentary wiggins. It happens. RILEY: Still... I was in a totally black and white space, people versus monsters, and it ain't like that... especially when it comes to love. BUFFY: I have to tell you some stuff... about my past. And it's not all stuff that you're gonna like. RILEY: You can tell me anything. BUFFY: I think so. (Smiles) I think I can.

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[tsarisfanfiction]

‘Sorry I’m protective over the things I love’ with Scott and Alan for the Drabble challenge? XD with some Alan whump and caretaker Scott, please? //gives you puppy eyes// XD

Save Him

Fandom: Thunderbirds Rating: Teen Genre: Hurt/Comfort/Angst Characters: Scott, Alan

Alan whump... and caretaker Scott...?  Something there looks a little backwards to me, I’ll be honest - my muse is very confused by what’s going on here and is standing on its head trying to work it out - but I’ll see what I can do with it.

(Muse: no hurt Scott??? Hurt Alan but Scott fine??? Error.  Does not compute.  System failure in 5...4...3...2...1)

Uhh... maybe don’t expect an intact caretaker?

Drabble Challenge: 1-150 (feel free to specify a fandom/character).   Alternatively, I’m still doing: Send me ✨ and a character/ship for a songfic drabble or Random Question Prompts.

“ALAN!” Scott screamed, his brother’s name being replaced with a wordless sound of outrage, as the blue and red figure toppled down, off of the scaffolding and heading for the ground far too far below them.

Alan had armour in his uniform, one of the insistences Scott had put in place if he was going to start going out on rescues, but that wouldn’t save him from that fall.

He didn’t even know if it had saved him from the bullet.

While his brain froze in horror, his hands were moving, snagging on the grapple that had been out of reach a moment earlier and firing it at the falling figure.  Alan didn’t catch it, but it still caught him, coiling around Scott’s baby brother and stopping his fall.

His shoulder killed.  So did his wrist, his fingers, his arm, but Scott wasn’t letting go.  Not now, not ever.

Sarcastic applause drew his attention back to the man responsible.

“Well done,” the Hood - unfamiliar face, but who else could it be - said.  The tone was nothing but patronising.  “Dislocating your own arm to free it and catch the dead weight.”

Scott snarled.

“But tell me, how long can you hold on?  Your brother’s entire weight, supported only by a dislocated shoulder.”  Blue eyes - the same shade as Alan’s, the bastard - glittered with something he could only call malice.  “You’re still stuck.  Sooner or later, you’ll drop him, and the rest of your brothers are the other side of the planet.”  A twisted grin.  “I’ll enjoy this.”

He turned on his heel and left, dropping the gun to the floor in the process.  It was still smoking.

Scott swallowed.  Loath as he was to admit it, the Hood had summed up his situation well; stuck on his knees with one arm trapped in a mess of girders and the other dislocated, he couldn’t go anywhere.  Below him, Alan hung like a ragdoll.  The cable wasn’t long enough to let out slowly to lower him to the ground, but his arm was already trembling with the strain.

If you can’t go down, go up.

He couldn’t set Alan down, but could he?

No time for second thoughts.  Alan needed to be set down.  Alan also no doubt needed medical attention, and Scott had seconds, not minutes, to do something about the situation.

A groan slipped out from between gritted teeth as he flicked the switch to retract the cable, the high-tensile material slithering back into its pack as Alan was drawn back up, towards him.  For the most part, it was the simple - but not easy - case of keeping his grip and letting the grapple to all the work.  It was only the last part, one-handedly lifting Alan until he could drag him back onto the scaffolding, that poised the challenge.

The strain was intense.  The pain was even more so.  But Scott was stubborn as all hell when it came to his little brothers, and whatever further damage he inflicted on his arm was more than worth it as he finally, finally, got Alan securely on the metal holding them both up.

“Alan?” he rasped, pain weakening his voice.

"Sc-ott-y?”  Quiet.  Too quiet.  Almost too quiet to hear at all.

Scott dropped his grapple, hearing it clatter against the scaffolding, and tugged his brother closer.  One arm was still trapped, but Scott only needed one - even if it was dislocated and being moved by sheer willpower alone - to reach the red, red hole in his brother’s uniform.

The bullet had punctured straight through the armour.  It had hit low - an indicator that Alan had not been the target (because he hadn’t been, a nasty voice hissed in the back of his mind.  You were) - and Scott really, really hoped it had missed anything vital.

“Why?” he demanded, fumbling one-handed for his trauma kit and shaking everything out until he had enough gauze and bandage to press against the wound.  Alan’s scream was almost silent.

“So-rry,” he ground out, fighting the pain because he was just as stubborn as the rest of them.  “I’m p-pro-tect-ive of t-the things i-I love.”

“Alan-” Scott started, but his stupid, brave little brother wasn’t done.

“A-and I l-love you, Sco-tty.”

I love you, too, but he couldn’t say the words out loud.  The idea of saying them here, now, felt final.  Like if he said them, Alan would think he could leave him.

Scott couldn’t let that happen.

“Okay,” he said instead, trying to keep his voice steady but it wobbled and there was something warm and wet on his cheeks, salt in his mouth.  “No more talking.  Save your strength, Allie.  I’ll get us out of here.”

How, he didn’t know.  One arm trapped, one dislocated, and a brother with a bullet in him - or through him, he didn’t know; he didn’t have the strength to turn Alan to check for an exit wound - and both of them far too high above the ground.

But he would, because Alan had saved him and now he was going to save Alan.

#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds are go fanfiction #tsari writes fanfiction #scott tracy #alan tracy #the hood #drabbles #ak47stylegirl #thunderwhump #thunderangst #behind the scenes

[stoopsbookstore]

Vegas, Baby!

Jeonghan X Male!Reader Drabble

This is my first time writing MaleXMale, so please tell me if anything crossed a line, any sort of constructive criticism is welcomed as long as it's respectful.

A shock to Y/N's friends' systems, he patted his friends on the back as they stared at the hotel, decorated floor to floor in rainbow decor, celebrating the month of Pride. The festivities of those who identify as LGBTQIA+ still in full swing for another 24 hours and Y/N plans to make the best of it with his friends.

"Is it always like this during Pride?," Y/N's friend, Velerie, asked, "it's so flamboyant. It doesn't seem like you, Y/N, you're always so quiet and never the type to go to Vegas on a whim."

Velerie was right. Y/N was the straight A good boy who never stepped out of line, who never rocked the boat and kept to himself. It was Luna, his childhood friend who suggested the idea of an impromptu road trip.

"This could be gayer, you know?" Y/N joked, watching all the couples and singles proudly show their affections without any judgmental looks, "hey, I forgot something in the car, I'll be right back. Go ahead and check in."

Just as Y/N's friends were walking into the hotel to check in as he was running back to grab something, another group had arrived, struggling to get their bags out of the stuffed van. A short male was trying his hardest to get some luggage, pulling at the bag crammed into the vehicle.

"Woozi, you just need to work out more. Maybe if you weren't in the recording stud-" a taller male grabbed the bag with a yank hard enough to hit Y/N in the abdomen, causing Y/N to gasp in pain and the other two boys to look on in concern.

"Shit! Jeonghan! What did you do?! Are you okay, man?" Woozi offered his hand to help Y/N as Jeonghan was looking for the words to say, "sorry about that. Jeonghan's not the type to wack innocent people with bags."

"No, it's okay," Y/N stood up with the help of Woozi, "I probably should've paid attention. Just getting here?"

Woozi slapped Jeonghan's shoulder, trying to earn a response. When no such response came, Woozi spoke up once more.

"Uh, oh yeah! We just came from a rehearsal for a show tonight."

"Oh, a show?" Y/N looked at the two boys, "what kind?"

"We're singers!" Jeonghan blurted out, stumbling on his words, "I'm Jeonghan and this is Jihoon! Why don't you come?! I'm sure we can sco-"

"Y/N!" Luna ran up behind the boy, "we're all checked in and good to go. Who are these handsome gentlemen?"

"This is Jeonghan and Jihoon! They want us to go to their show tonight."

Jeonghan looked up and down at Luna, "yeah. We should be able to give you guys some backstage passes. Is there anymore of you we should know about?"

"Two more, Velerie and Reed. Are you sure that's okay?"

Luna clung to Y/N's arm, "a concert?! That would be amazing! Look at you, Y/N. Breaking out of that shell. Only took a fuckton of years."

Woozi looked through the bags and spotted a few badges, sporting the Seventeen logo as well as a random member. Jeonghan grabbed the passes, looking for specific pass.

"Here," Jeonghan flung a pass out, hurriedly giving to Y/N, "I'd like for you to have mine."

Luna squealed, gaining an annoyed look from Jeonghan, "we'll definitely be there! Come on Y/N, let's go get settled in."

"It was nice meeting you!" Y/N yelled at the duo as they continued to help the other members unpack the girl.

"Woo-"

"Don't say it. I know what you're about to s-"

"What am I ab-"

"Oh, he was cute, but I think he's already taken, oh oh oh," Woozi mocked Jeonghan as he cringed in annoyance.

"I hate when you're right."

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After the concert, after the guys got all cleaned up from the sweat and drinks they threw, the thirteen boys decided to meet with Y/N and his friends.

Drinks were flowing, everyone was talking and dancing. Jeonghan walked over to Y/N, who was awkwardly sitting in a booth, next to a couple making out.

"Hey, why don't you come out and dance? Look, you've barely had a sip of your drink!" Jeonghan yelled over the music.

"This is actually my second! And I'm not the type to normally do this! Luna thought it would've been a good idea to come to Vegas for my first Pride as an open man!"

"Wait?! You mean you're not dating Luna?"

Y/N pointed to the pair behind them that have been trying to suck off their faces off for the past hour. Luna flipped her hair, revealing she had been making out with Mingyu, Jeonghan shocked.

"She's my best friend! We did have a thing when we were like 14, but that's what helped me realize who I am!"

Jeonghan sat in silence, the music pounding as Luna and Mingyu went to the dance floor and Y/N sat, stirring his drink with the straw and eating the bar peanuts on the table.

"Honestly I can't imagine my life without you even though I've only known you for a maximum of an hour, there's a Chapel down the street, let's go."

Y/N took a sip as Jeonghan confessed, the liquid spraying out as Y/N went bug-eyed.

"Jeonghan, that's just the alcohol talking."

"No, no, I'm being serious! You're handsome, you're funny, I haven't been able to get my mind off of you since we met earlier, and I can tell by the way you treat your friends, you're an amazing person! Let's go, let's go!"

"I hope you realize, more often than not, weddings in Vegas aren't actually legal."

"That's fine. As long as I can spend some time with you, I'm good."

Y/N contemplated, thinking back to Luna telling him he needed to get out there and stop being so quiet. Y/N stood up, grabbed Jeonghan's wrist and pulling him closer.

"Who do you want as the minster? Elvis or the Devil?"

#jeonghan #yoon jeonghan #seventeen #seventeen au #seventeen drabbles #seventeen scenarios #seventeen imagines #seventeen requests #male reader #my writings

[crollalanzaa]

1, 6, 10 (how about the beat of a drum and uncovered by death for both 6 and 10 lol)

Thank you. 

1) Gahhhh, I hate this question because I can never answer properly. If I have to choose, then it’s probably Zephyrus (my iwaoi) because I like the structure of it and it was something that I worked on. But I’m also incredibly fond of Veils (a James.Lily fic) High (because it was the first long multi-chaptered I finished), Uncovered by Death (because I managed to write a freaking murder mystery!) and then Cake or Break (daisuga) because I loved writing it so very much and it got a great reception. 

The Beat of a Drum

6)  Which scenes did you cut, and which were added in.I don’t make plans so nothing was actually added as such, although the whole thing did spiral somewhat.  I did cut a whole substory where I was thinking about having teenage Saeko as having a crush on Akiteru and Keishin thinking it was the guy she’d gone out with and ‘jealousy’ etc, but it had the potential to spiral too much and I’m pleased I didn’t do that. It was going to be made explicitly clear that Keishin’s dad was having an affair. It would have been a whole subplot, and he was going to have a kid (I think.) These were all a little muddled in my head, and might, possibly, turn up in other stories, but I think the fact his parents were dissatisfied was enough for the plot.

10) What are some facts readers may not know about TBoaDUm, I’d had the idea for around a month or two when I saw the potential for Saeko and Keishin to be a couple. Keishin reminded me in his smoky haze, of the old film noir movies I used to watch with my Dad, so that’s where the idea for the Bogart and Bacall thing came from.About a day after I started writing, Lauren Bacall died, and I was really anxious about posting. But actually no one said anything, and I’m not sure she was on their radar, so it was all good.Someone cosplayed my Saeko with her pink lollipops. Uncovered by Death (Scorpius/Lily Murder Mystery)

6) Which scenes did you cut, and which were added in?Um ... I’m trying to remember, but I feel sure that there was going to be a denoument scene between the murderer [redacted], Scorpius and Lily, set at the flat above Weasley’s Wizarding Wheezes, but I cut that and set it at Hogwarts instead... which makes a lot more sense. It was only after Id started writing (and posting) that I did proper research of wand wood and made the victim’s wand what it was. I needed something that was strongly loyal to its owner. Also the scene at the victim’s funeral and someone’s speech was added. I’d also written another story while writing this featuring Zach Smith, which is why he featured more heavily in this story than originally planned. And Draco kind of took over because he’s such a scene stealer. Ditto Daphne. 

10) What are some facts readers may not know about UbDThe initial idea for this was an OF set at my former college, but I wanted to try it out first in fanfic form. As HP was the only fandom I was into, I then used all the magical elements I could think of, rendering it useless for OF. It did prove to me that I could write a murder story though.One of my betas was a big Scugo shipper and I had to keep an eye on her ‘edits’ as she’d leave notes about how Hugo was watching Scorpius (thanks Nat)The previous story in this series (High) was written originally a 500 word drabble, written for a prompt. I was also quite anti the assumed canon of Sco/Rose. (I don’t dislike the ship at all, but hated the way everyone said that was going to be a ship. I mean, knowing how JK writes now, that probably would happen, but I hated the automatic pairing when they’re eleven fricking years old! I think this story had the longest search for a title ever, although I can’t remember what any of my other options were. Looking at it now, I can’t imagine it being called anything else. 

Thanks again!

#leeleetaichou

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Not feeling good and can't organize my thoughts well so i might write something for this later cause I'm thinking about it so hard but.

Tango proudly showing Jimmy Decked Out, and Jimmy being in absolute awe of how incredible it is. Having a little "And you said you weren't a builder, huh" moment as Tango leads him through the catacombs, making Jimmy listen to all of the sound effects and showing him the redstone so proudly even though Jimmy has no idea what it is in the slightest. He's just happy to sit back and listen as his soulmate goes on about something he cares so much for, watching how a sharp smile breaks across Tango's face after showing each new thingamajig redstoneinator and how the dungeon master attempts to hide the way his cheeks flush every time Jimmy stands a little too close and leans over him to compliment his work.

#it didnt happen on empires and if we don't get ranchers together this time itll be the end for me #gave myself a fever from being so stressed about school and I get to think about them as a treat #Jimmy would totally use his height to his advantage now that he's back to normal #innocuously leaning over Tango to see whatever he was working on #and pretending he doesn't notice the great dungeon master blushing and stuttering as he makes wild hand movements to explain the redstone #contrary to popular belief Jimmy knows exactly what he's doing and is quite confident with it #he knows his way around short (tempered) men with blue hair #anyway thats all i got i think im insane #hermitcraft #hc x empires #tangotek #solidaritygaming #jimmy solidarity #empires smp #trafficshipping #team rancher #sco drabble #sco good posts

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There's enough grumbo unrequited love stories on Grian's part, but what about Mumbo?

Why can't it be Grian finally breaking the silence between the two to tell Mumbo that he's flying back to his base for more blocks, taking off with a friendly smile and a rocket blast, thinking nothing of it. And Mumbo killsalot Jumbo, watching him with an innate desperation to take every detail in. Absorbing the way he rolls up his sleeves, stretches his wings, and how the sunlight paints his face in gold as he turns his head back to shoot the redstoner a toothy grin before launching into the sky. Watching as Grian shrinks into the distance, unable to tear his eyes away from where he once was, wringing his hands and adjusting his tie over and over, hearing nothing but his own heartbeat pounding in his ears. Mumbo shaking his head to snap himself out of it, and finally understanding what the tight feeling in his chest has been the last few days they've been working on the project together.

Mumbo realizing he's got it bad, face flushed, pacing around in circles going "Oh, oh gosh. My- uh, oh my word. God. Oh." Trying to process everything enough to calm down and act normal enough when Grian returns with the rest of the deepslate in just a few minutes.

I'm just thinking about how everyone characterizes Grian as the "uwu what if he doesn't love me???" character when it's obviously mumbo "I'll keep all my emotions right here and one day I'll die" jumbo

#grumbo #not even a drabble just like an idea #grian #mumbo jumbo #hermitcraft #hermitshipping #hermitblr #sco drabble

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So sick thinking about the hermits getting ready to leave Empires. I know they've been there a while and have to go home but. Man.

Jimmy's rancher never came home.

Even when he built their house back for him with his bare hands, saying I want you to be here. I want you to be mine like you were. I love you like I did the day I lost you. I want to share my empire, something that means everything to me, with you.

Tango is never coming back.

#something about how Tango moved on after as the deep frost citidel dungeon master #and how jimmy stayed a rancher #of course Jimmy would want to cling on to Tango and the past. How often are people so kind to him as Tango was? #and Tango stays in Gobland. #god im so ill #the ranchers mean everything to me and i kept waiting to get them together and now the hermits are going home and i just might die #Tangotek #solidaritygaming #jimmy solidarity #solidaritek #team rancher #hermitcraft #empires smp #sco writing?? tag #sco txt #sco drabble

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Something about Ren being Bdubs' Scar, and Bdubs being Ren's Martyn. They aren't what each other want but they're all each other have.

Something about them sitting in the main hall of the crastle, Ren on his netherite encrusted throne overlayed with a visage of a different, brighter ore and a mayoral sash, Bdubs shaking the thought out of his head with a longing expression plastered on his face, and still putting his hand on the arm of the throne for Ren to take.

Something about the way that Ren looks at him, and how it deepens when Bdubs says "My liege, are you alright?" but taking the hand the other had offered anyway.

Something about how they hold each other without really looking, both hoping that when they finally make eye contact it's the hand of someone else.

#maybe im just gay idk #I'm just thinking about how they've been in this excat same place before #someones gotta stop putting these guys in situations #hermitcraft #hermitblr #rendog #bdouble0 #bdubs #king ren #hermitshipping #a little bit of hermitshipping as a treat #no happiness though #sco drabble

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Grian stumbling into Disney land absolutely white girl wasted after a 'resist assist' with Doc, and Scar, knight of the king's court, having to deal with the repercussions

Do you see my vision

#I imagine Doc had Grian and the soup group together after a successful crastle infiltration and had 'a few' drinks in celebration #Grian is a lightweight because of his size #being buff and strong as hell does not counteract the fact he is like 5'5 and 130 pounds #Scar finds him and is just like 'alright im doing this now' #and has to deal with a Grian who will not stop bragging about how good at resisting he is and telling him all his plans #hermitcraft #goodtimeswithscar #gtws #grian #docm77 #desert duo #scarian #/p or /r it doesn't matter i just thought the idea was funny #sco txt #sco drabble #(?)

[scopop08]

Started vault hunters, and I was inspired by @theminecraftbee to write out some vault logs to keep me playing! (Because I am so lost. I have no idea what to do in the slightest) (if you don't want to be tagged just let me know!)

Buckle in for the back half of completely unexplained oc/persona lore. I'm writing it as if it's an audio log so I'm going to try and style it like auto-generated captions!

The littlest bit of context: This Scopop (5C0) is a robot built to imitate the actual Scopop, who died a couple hundred years prior to this audio log. Due to an accident, 5C0 recently reactivated and found himself server hopping with increasingly large gaps in his memory and a sense of dread about his identity he can't seem to shake

SERVER LOG - ENTRY 0001

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MODEL 5C0 - REBOOT INITIATED

MODEM CONNECTION SEARCH INITIATED:

| MODEM IS DISCONNECTED. PREPARING TO PROCESS MULTIPLE RESTART ATTEMPTS |

MODEM DISCONNECT - MODEM DISCONNECT - MODEM DISCONNECT - MODEM DISCONNECT - MODEM CONNECTION FOUND. PREPARING TO CONNECT.

deBug.Log("Connection Found! Preparing To Enter Server!");

CONNECTED - PRIMARY MOBILITY=> BEGIN ACTIVATION - SECONDARY MOBILITY=> BEGIN ACTIVATION - OPTICAL UNITS => BEGIN ACTIVATION - INTERNAL TEMPERATURE SELF REGULATION=> BEGIN ACTIVATION - PROCESSING AND MEMORY STORAGE => BEGIN ACTIVATION

CODE REALIGNMENT COMPLETED, ALL ACTIVATION SEQUENCES PROCESSED

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SERVER LOG - ENTRY 0002

0002

00:00 ●──────────────── 4:34

⇆ ◁ㅤㅤ❚❚ㅤㅤ▷

( THE FOLLOWING IS TRANSCRIBED FROM AUDIO RECORDING "0002" WITHIN THE PLAYER-SERVER-LOG SYSTEM )

Okay... Uh, do I know how... Yeah... (Shuffling) And there we go! We are recording! Here I am, your wonderful host, and this... Is the server!

Oh.

We aren't recording video. Awesome. Okay. Uh. Remember to edit this part out later. Actually I'm just going to... Yeah I'm gonna stop it and try again. Give me a sec.

...

We're back up! Okay, log entry número uno. Okay. Uh... Sorry, I'm trying to think of what I want to, I don't know, log.

Oh! It seems like before I got access- well, technically- the server was just recording my activation sequences. That was actually número uno. I'll try and wipe it later since there's about a billion pages of shit. You know, new server, code realignment and all that. First time doing it as- first time in a while I've server hopped, but feelings still the same I think. Nothing like the warm welcome of passing out and falling flat on your face at spawn. And, uh, speaking of the server, I have approximately zero idea where I am! That's a good thing to note. Absolutely no clue. Nothing except the book at spawn tells me where I got dumped, and even that's just a server name. 'Vault Hunters'. Or a pack name? It doesn't seem like a server, really. I think I'm completely alone.

Lots of new stuff here. Biomes, animals... Ores mostly. Almost made me have another system shutdown because I couldn't turn it back to manual when it was freaking out. Got pockets full of it now, and a nice little house going. Nothing with the mods. I don't know if I could deal with any of that stuff. (laughter) ... (Sigh) The only thing I'm missing is a roof, because I can't find enough copper. Admin knows you need help when you're getting drenched and the thing you're desperately wishing for is copper.

...This, uh, server seems to have completely rewired- Changed my code from the last one, though, so I do have to find things to eat. Er- yeah. Not so bad, I've already started up a wheat farm, and there's tons of sheep around here. Something about that last bit feels weird, but everything feels weird and if I knew why I would've already fixed it. Not like I know much of anything at this point.

(Sharp exhale) Okay, uh, no more melodramatics. I'm already talking to myself in an empty house, let's not make it any worse. I'm... gonna start digging though my chests. Get a basic inventory of everything I've got, and type it under this if I think anything seems important. Also a goal- Try and download some info about this server so I'm not completely in the dark. Before that, though, I have to fix my interface from when that creeper blew right the fuck up in my face. Respawn didn't want to fix that one. I guess because it's more of a mechanical or aesthetic problem than a functional one. But it still sucks. I had to loot my own corpse, by the way. Which was awesome. Glad this server lets you see your own dead body on the ground and makes you pick up your stuff from it. Not existential crisis inducing at all. But yeah- back on track.

Here's my list of goals. Uno, sort my stuff, find what I think is important. Dos, read the book I got at spawn over a couple more times. Doesn't help because it's more like a glossary than anything but maybe it'll finally get through my thick skull. (Metallic clang) (sharp inhale). Right. Uh. Tres, fix my interface and download the crafting recipes at least. Give me some idea of what's happening here.

(Shuffling) (Chair briefly drawing across the floor)

Alright. Goodnight Chicago, thank you for tuning in to the podcast. I'll catch you next episode. And next episode is when anything important happens or I figure something out. And Chicago is me in the future listening to this. Hi me. Anyway. Ending it now. Goodb-

( END OF TRANSCRIPT )

USER INPUT:

List of important things: dimensional crystal (o smth close to that i forgot), 2 dias. Nothing else seems important. Check back later. i keep finding vases in the caves n they might have smth cool

( PLAYER-SERVER-LOG 0002 END )

I'll get into actual vault hunters stuff in the next one, I just wanted to have fun with this one, setting it up and seeing how I would want to write it!

#honestly this is just for me to get back into writing stuff in an easy way and fun style #i know its long- i promise no one who sees this is required to read it #also sorry if the writing style is really weird #im trying to make it seem more like a transcribed audio log than a journal #it might work and it might not ill change it later if I dont like it #sco drabble

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Little Soldier by The Crane Wives is such a treebark coded song, and i will be elaborating.

On the broken backs of all the words we spared

Like little soldiers in the trenches

It was a march we made towards ruin and despair

But we held hands all the while

Holding everything they wanted to say to spare the other, carrying on despite everything, hand in hand, leading themselves to their own destruction. The literal war they were in, holding on to the slim and fast fading hope of victory and steadying eachother through.

I swear that I loved you

Oaths sworn to the other, taking that trust and love and looking on it in retrospect, saying "I'm sorry. I knew we couldn't win. I know everything I said and did. I swear that I loved you then despite what happened."

Beneath the table you would offer up my bones

And all the dogs would lick your fingers

This applies more to Ren, offering himself up to the Red King, letting the flames and hunger consume him as the Red King's influence tore through Ren's original intent and kindness. Being worn down completely.

And I dragged you through every room inside our home

But you still held me at night

What Ren put Martyn through the entire time, having to behead the person closest to you, watching as every bit of who you once loved is stripped away by the fear and violence he had created. Staying by his side through it all. Being a loyal hand to the crown that is consuming everything you stood for, seeing your ideals slip away right before your eyes. No matter what Ren put Martyn through, Martyn couldn't leave him, he was in too deep. It's his home too.

I swear that you loved me

Martyn seeing the Red king destroy Ren, steadying himself in his cause with the memory of what Dogwarts was when it was just Renchanting. Reminiscing on the nights they spent together in that terribly cold basement, the look in Ren's eyes as he promised Martyn that they wouldn't only survive, but win. How the dog's face lit up as he talked about enchanting, how his smile softened as he looked at him. Ren loved Martyn, Martyn swears it. No matter what was happening at the end, how much of Ren was left. He loved Martyn.

We didn't give up, we wouldn't dare surrender

It was an honest loss

Self explanatory, they fought their hardest until their last moments, protecting their home. (Protecting the person that was their home). Dying at their own alter, hearts and teeth laid bare.

Now the aftermath will ring with songs you've sung

All of our words sent home in boxes

The battle of Dogwarts, the mark the two left, would signal the very beginning of the end. Nothing would last much longer after, directly responsible for the outcome of the series, even though they wouldn't live to see it.

I fought with tooth and nail before the flag had flown

But you were already gone

Martyn was fighting for Ren and by Ren's side since the very beginning when he stumbled across Renchanting. In tandem, the Ren that began third life with Martyn was gone before the final battle of Dogwarts, before the flag had even been made, much less flown. Martyn fought for his king until his final moments, if there were no weapons we wouldn't have hesitated to stake his life in a battle of bare fists to protect Ren. Ren who, by that point, was long gone, hollowed out by the fury of the Red King and used as a vessel for blind violence. Martyn could've looked Ren in the eyes as they both bled out on the alter and instead of any recognition that his partner was laid there, dying before him, he would've seen the eyes of a wild animal. Terrified and furious, ready to chew it's own limbs off before it surrended to death.

I'll swear that I loved you

Both of them justifying the outcome to themselves as they fall through the void of death before moving on to whatever would come next. They'll swear that it all happened because of the love that they held for each other. Ren never would have summoned a war god and let it tear out everything that he stood for until he was an empty shell if he didn't think it would protect Martyn. He was sacrificing himself in the hope that the act would allow them to win, Martyn to live. Martyn only stayed once everything started to fall apart because of his love for Ren. Because he was desperately clinging onto the fond memories of before the real war started.

They have to swear that it all happened because they loved each other, because if they didn't, all of it would be meaningless. Everything they put the other through had to have happened out of love, because otherwise it would've been out of cruelty, a mutually assured destruction.

#Ren and Martyn weren't a good relationship. they gave everything they had and watched as it consumed them from the inside #love couldn't take hold in a world specifically designed for war #they could swear everything happened because they loved each other #because otherwise there would be no explanation for the senseless violence and cruelty #okay I'm done i need to be dead #these gayasses are fucking taking me out like two years after the series even happened because i can't stop having thoughts #anyway. i hope you all enjoy because i did not. #treebark #Rendog #red king #martyn inthelittlewood #inthelittlewood #3rd life smp #third life #trafficlife #trafficshipping #<- i have 0 plausible deniability it 100% was #sco txt #sco drabble #(?)

[scopop08]

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