#george floyd drabble

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Curl around that hot cocoa, snuggle by the fire, have some cookies and dig into some bite-sized fics!!!

I thought 60 songs would be enough, but we went to 90, folks!! Thank you so much to all the wonderful writers who took up the flash fic challenge. We started off the month with some cheer and now everyone gets to reap the rewards! (also how is xmas next week???)

If you enjoy a fic, be sure to let the writer know! This was all for fun, but what makes it twice as fun is knowing that someone else enjoyed it just as much. 💙

Remember, if you haven't submitted your fic yet, that's okay! The time is up on my handing out songs, but I'll still read, reblog, and add your drabble to this list whenever you've written it.

Also, if you're looking for another challenge to keep those quick fics going, please check out @princessmisery666's Daily Mixes Challenge!

The list is sorted in alphabetical order by blog because that was easiest for me to organize.

Happy Reading!!

pretty dividers courtesy of @firefly-graphics!

@allthelostsouls

Electric Dreams w. Steve Rogers

@apocalypseornaw

Christmas Spirit w. Dean Winchester

All Alone w. Dean Winchester

@buck-star

All I Want Is You w. Bucky Barnes

Wanna Dance? w. Bucky Barnes

Merry Little Christmas w. Bucky Barnes

Helping Hand w. Bucky Barnes

Home For Christmas w. Bucky Barnes

Promises w. Bucky Barnes

Love of Christmas w. Ransom Drysdale

Marshmallow w. Ransom Drysdale

Chanukah w. Steve Rogers

Just Like a Fairytale w. Steve Rogers

@cocoamoonmalfoy

We'll Be Home w. Eivor Varinsdóttir

Mistletoe No-No w. Peter Parker

Hallelujah w. Timothée Chalamet & Zendaya

Not a Creature Was Stirring w. Timothée Chalamet

@dean-winchester-is-a-warrior

Flash Fic Christmas Snippets Masterlist w. Jensen Ackles, Dean Winchester, Soldier Boy, & Beau Arlen

@firefly-in-darkness

Please Come Home w. Bucky Barnes

A Christmas Miracle in the Making w. Bucky Barnes

@flowery-mess

Dance with me... w. Bradley Bradshaw

@foxyjwls007

Be My Baby w. Dean Winchester

Snow Globe w. Dean Winchester

@george-washingmachine73

He's stung by the bees again w. Augustine Madrigal & Louisa Madrigal

@gone-to-fight-the-fairies

Carol w. Stephen Grant

@cleighwrites

Back to December w. Choose Your Own Winchester

Christmas Tune w. Dean Winchester

The Trouble With Love Is w. Dean Winchester

Christmas Party w. Sam Winchester

Santa for Someone w. Sam Winchester

Christmas Cheer w. Jensen Ackles

@iris-xoxo-juhu

Only When It Snows w. Bucky Barnes

Tis the Damn Season w. Bucky Barnes & Steve Rogers

I'll Be Home w. Bucky Barnes & Steve Rogers

Under the Mistletoe w. Bucky Barnes & Steve Rogers

Christmas Eve w. Bucky Barnes & Steve Rogers

@kazsrm67

We'll be Cuddling (It's Beginning to Look a Lot Like Christmas) w. Beau Arlen

Red Dress w. Beau Arlen

Winter Wonderland w. Dean Winchester

Somewhere Only We Know w. Dean Winchester

Winter Cheer w. Dean Winchester

@mercurial-chuckles masterlist

Wish Come True w. Bucky Barnes

Wise Me Say! w. Steve Rogers

Unwaveringly Homebound w. Bucky Barnes & Steve Rogers

@navybrat817

First Christmas w. Steve Rogers

@phoenix-rising-starbird-one

Is Love Alive? w. Poe Dameron

Santa, Can't You Hear Me? w. Poe Dameron

Grumpy Christmas w. Bob Floyd

Hope This Feeling Never Ends w. Bradley Bradshaw

Last Christmas w. Jake Seresin & Bradley Bradshaw

Santa's Watching You w. Jake Seresin

@princessmisery666

Christmas With Dean masterlist w. Dean Winchester

@steviebbboi

Bad or Good? w. Ari Levinson

The Holidays With You w. Steve Rogers

@tarithenurse

A hunter's xmas w. Sam Winchester & Dean Winchester

Baby It's Cold Outside w. Bucky Barnes

A Time For Remembering w. Loki

Blue Xmas w. Steve Rogers

@theycallmebecca

Not A Typical Wedding w. Cole Turner

@wickedsingularity

Underneath the Tree w. Steve Rogers

@writingsoftheloser

Baby Please Come Home w. Bucky Barnes

Jing-a-Ling w. Bucky Barnes

Christmas Lights w. Loki

My Only Wish w. Steven Grant

The Most Wonderful Time w. Din Djarin & Grogu

I Am the Grinch w. Poe Dameron

Silver Bells w. Poe Dameron

@yellowcry

Flash Fiction Challenge? More Likely Than You'd Think w. Alma & Pedro Madrigal

@zepskies

Shades of Him w. Beau Arlen

Sleigh Ride w. Soldier Boy

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Captain Boomerang Fluff Drabbles [REQUESTS OPEN]

by Palus_Hiemalis Fluffy Headcanons/Drabbles With Captain Boomerang. You're a member of the ARGUS recruit medics and the Captain catches your eye. [Hngngngngn the blorbo fever has taken hold. Pray for me. Requests taken, but I might not do them at my discretion.] Words: 1867, Chapters: 3/3, Language: English Fandoms: Suicide Squad: Kill the Justice League (Video Game) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: Multi Characters: George "Digger" Harkness, Reader, Nanaue Sha'ark, Floyd Lawton, Harleen Quinzel, Hiro Okamura Relationships: George "Digger" Harkness/Reader Additional Tags: Fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Romantic Fluff, unicorn fetish alluded to, Daddy Issues, Cuddling & Snuggling, Accidental Baby Acquisition, gender neutral reader via https://ift.tt/t9ow0a7

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Heroes versus Villians October Event

Hey lovelies, throughout the month of October, I'll be posting twice a day for a hero and a Villian. Below is the list of what's going to be posted.

1st October - Neville Longbottom (Blurb) & Aemond Targaryen (Blurb) 2nd October - Podrick Payne (Blurb) & Victor Zsasz (Gotham) 3rd October - Elijah Mikealson (Drabble) & Charles Vane (Headcanon) 4th October - Steve Rogers (Love Letter) & Clay Morrow (Love Letter) 5th October - Neal "Baelfire" Cassidy (Headcanon) & Phillip Graves (Headcanon) 6th October - Alex Keller (Love Letter) & Rollo (Blurb) 7th October - Harwin Strong (Headcanon) & Ramsay Bolton (Drabble) 8th October - Bruce Wayne (Drabble) & Kraven the Hunter (Headcanon) 9th October - Aethelred (Drabble) & Tom Riddle (Blurb) 10h October - Captain James Flint (Blurb) & Niklaus Mikealson (Headcanon) 11th October - Daryl Dixon (Blurb) & Negan (Headcanon) 12th October - Viktor Krum (Blurb) & George "Digger" Harkness (Drabble) 13th October - Captain John Price (Headcanon) & Cormac McLaggen (Drabble) 14th October - David Hale (Drabble) & Gaston (Drabble) 15th October - Clint Barton (Headcanon) & Aegon II Targaryen (Drabble) 16th Drabble - Gwayne Hightower (Blurb) & Miguel Galindo (Love Letter) 17th October - Adrian Chase (Blurb) & The Joker *Heath Ledger" (Love Letter) 18th October - The Beast (Headcanon) & Vladimir Makarov (Headcanon) 19th October - Alden (Love Letter) & Ceasar Martinez (Drabble) 20th October - Stefan Salvatore (Drabble) & John Walker (Headcanon) 21st October - Johnny "Coco" Cruz (Blurb) & Ivar the Boneless (Blurb) 22nd October - August Wayne Booth (Love Letter) & Troy Otto (Blurb) 23rd October - Ragnar Lothbrok (Blurb) & Damon Salvatore (Headcanon) 24th October - Theon Greyjoy (Love Letter) & Rumplestiltskin (Love Letter) 25th October - Bucky Barnes (Headcanon) & Criston Cole (Drabble) 26th October - Rick Flag (Love Letter) & Koing (Love Letter) 27th October - Simon "Ghost" Riley (Love Letter) & Killian Jones (Drabble) 28th October - Dewey Riley (Headcanon) & Billy Loomis (Blurb) 29th October - John Dorie (Drabble) & Viserys Targaryen (Drabble) 30th October - Matthias Helvar (Love Letter) & Baron Helmut Zemo (Blurb) 31st October - Robert "Bob" Floyd (Blurb) & Stu Macher (Headcanon)

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tianshan drabble. 💞 created for Fay @nightfayre following her matched donation to Communities United Against Police Brutality. see here for more information. thank you so much to @fantasiapegasus for proofreading! 🌸 synopsis: guan shan receives an unexpected birthday present.

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‘We’ll be late,’ He Tian says, the reminder only a little impatient.

Guan Shan’s lip curls. ‘I’m not rushin’ anywhere,’ he says. ‘Not today.’

He Tian holds his hands up, like catching his fingers on a burner, and says nothing. He’d bought them both bubble tea from the café in the apartment’s lobby that morning, and now he watches Guan Shan finishing his, which is cold and sweet. Guan Shan gives it a shake. Small tapioca balls drift around at the bottom, the colour and shape of pomegranate seeds, strangely tacky on He Tian’s tongue when he accepts the proffered remnants of the cup and tips his head back. He Tian puts the empty cup on the side of the kitchen counter.

‘Now can we go?’

Guan Shan narrows his eyes. ‘You know I fuckin’ hate birthdays.’

‘I know.’

‘You know I fuckin’ hate bein’ told what to do.’

A wry smile. ‘I’m very intimate with the concept.’

‘Bein’ told what to do or me hatin’ it?’

He Tian says, ‘Yes.’ He hands Guan Shan a light jacket; the day will be warm, but the mornings are still cool, and He Tian had bought the jacket for Guan Shan’s twentieth birthday a few years ago and still admires its fit.

The café they’re going to for brunch doesn’t take bookings, but they’ve made an exception for He Tian, and Guan Shan’s mother will be meeting them there. Ordinarily, they would spend the morning fucking and He Tian would fetch a box of hot sweet bread and fresh baozi from a breakfast stall down the street. They would watch Li Ziqi on Weibo for half the day, pretending they were somewhere beautiful in Sichuan, and Guan Shan wouldn’t mind if He Tian got crumbs on the sheets.

‘We can go there,’ He Tian would say. ‘Right now—I’ll take you.’

And Guan Shan would explain, in his own way, that there was no real desire in him for it; the want was brief and insubstantial. He wanted to live Li Ziqi’s life like he wanted mushroom jiaozi instead of shrimp, a bland preference. He wouldn’t mind either way which he got.

Today, He Tian hasn’t allowed for the simple pleasure of sex and food. Today, after a year, he can offer something more. He checks his messages on his phone as they ride the elevator down to the lobby, and Qiu has sent him a thumbs-up emoji. They’re good to go. He Tian feels a little sick, and his smile feels warped on his lips when Guan Shan catches his eye in the ceiling mirror.

‘What?’ Guan Shan murmurs. They’re alone in the elevator, but the need to lower their voices is instinctive. ‘You look funny.’

‘I’m just happy,’ He Tian says. ‘It’s your birthday.’

Guan Shan looks away. ‘Fuckin’ weirdo,’ he mutters, but the corner of his mouth is tight, like he’s holding in a smile.

‘You’re not excited to see your mother?’

‘We see her every week for dinner.’

He Tian shrugs. The elevator dings; the doors slide open. They walk out into the complex’s underground car park, and He Tian’s black sports car bleeps as he raises the keys. It doesn’t fit his emaciated salary of being a nightclub bartender, but the car is an element of He Tian’s family wealth to which Guan Shan doesn’t object.

Guan Shan argued once that it defeated the point of the underprivileged image He Tian has been working on cultivating since his father struck him off—which is true, in a fashion—but money still leaks from somewhere, and He Tian wears the marks of it like an oil stain.

They get in the car, and He Tian pulls out from the car park and into the bright mid-morning air, busy with gnats and birds and the muted twang of far-off city construction work. A blackbird flits across the windshield, and He Tian is careful as he eases onto the street.

‘So,’ he says, ‘if you could have anything—’

‘Have we gotta do this every fuckin’ year?’

‘—anything, Mo Guan Shan, what would it be?’

Guan Shan sighs. ‘A pony. Buy me a fuckin’ pony.’

‘Where would we keep it?’ He Tian asks, laughing.

‘I dunno. Where do the rich fuckers in this city keep them?’

‘In stables out of the city.’ Grimacing, He Tian adds: ‘They go riding on weekends, but hire an ostler for most of the year.’

Guan Shan’s expression is comical. ‘Tell me you haven’t.’

He Tian laughs again. ‘I haven’t, I swear. I only know ‘cause friends of the family used to have horses. Still do, I suppose. It’s the kind of thing you never leave, right?’

‘Like working for the mob?’

There’s a collective pause, and then He Tian says, ‘Wow, you really do hate birthdays.’

He catches Guan Shan wince, a token of regret. He hasn’t lashed out in a while, and they don’t talk about He Tian’s family—or its business—unless they can help it. Usually, it’s He Tian remarking on some old pastime he had to endure on his father’s orders. On even rarer occasions, Guan Shan mentions it when he's indulging in a particularly foul mood and their disparate upbringings become a tool only to set them further apart.

They drive for ten minutes in silence, and Guan Shan chews on a hangnail and flicks through radio channels before switching the system off entirely.

‘You know why I hate them,’ Guan Shan says. And then: ‘Sorry.’

He Tian knows. It was only revealed to him on a night out for Guan Shan’s eighteenth birthday. Guan Shan had been drunk, and cried in the taxi on the way back to his mother’s apartment, then threw up onto the pavement with his head hanging out the doorway after the driver stopped the car.

The story went like this: it had been his birthday when his father was arrested for fraud and associated gang activity; his parents had planned to close up early and make him a cake together in the kitchens, which they’d eat slice after slice until they felt sick. Instead, police had swarmed into the restaurant in riot gear, and Guan Shan had hidden under a table in a cleaning cupboard, memorising the labels on bottles of bleach until he had a headache from the chemical fumes and a uniformed woman with a face visor pulled him out by the wrist. He’d been five, and didn’t see his mother for four days. After everything, she’d known nothing.

‘Seriously,’ He Tian says. ‘Tell me what you want.’

‘Brunch with you and my ma.’ He Tian doesn’t look at him; he sounds frustrated. ‘I’m not gonna say I want him there ‘cause he’s not gonna be there.’

He Tian checks his mirrors. ‘Guan Shan—’

‘Yeah, yeah. Don’t wish for things you’re never gonna get. I’ve learnt my lesson, whatever.’

‘Actually, sweetheart, I was going to say we’re here.’

Guan Shan blinks. Gravel crunches beneath the tyres as He Tian eases the car into a parking space in the city hall’s car park. He pushes the pedal for the parking brake, and the engine turns off automatically. Obviously, they’re not at the café.

‘I don’t understand,’ says Guan Shan, and then he looks at He Tian. ‘I swear to fuckin’ god, if there are marriage papers waitin’ in there…���

He Tian laughs loudly, startled. The thought hadn’t occurred to him, but now he wishes it had. ‘No,’ he says. ‘Not today.’

Guan Shan glowers at him, and He Tian opens his car door. ‘Come on,’ he says, nodding his head. ‘Quick detour.’

He can hear Guan Shan muttering in furious debate with himself as he unbuckles his seatbelt and gets out the car, slamming the door a little too hard. His grip is white-knuckled in He Tian’s hand when he reaches his side, and He Tian smooths his thumb across Guan Shan’s knuckles.

‘You’re sweating,’ He Tian says.

‘I don’t like surprises,’ Guan Shan grinds out, then swipes at the sheen on his forehead with the sleeve of his jacket. ‘What the fuck are we here for?’

‘I told you—’

‘That was bullshit.’ Guan Shan only looks ahead, approaching the steps with a vague grimace of contempt. A woman and man stand at the entrance in bullet proof vests, cradling guns in their arms. ‘Sorry, but it’s bullshit.’

He Tian shrugs. He flashes a badge to the officials standing at the main entrance, and says, ‘Magistrates’ hearing.’

They’re allowed in.

‘What the fuck,’ he hears Guan Shan whisper, and then pulls him through when the officials step aside, wearing sunglasses and looks that are equal in severity. Inside, the glossy hallways are cool, and He Tian becomes aware of the swiftness of his own pulse, a staccato metronome. Guan Shan looks sharply at him as they head towards a part of the building that is marked out by signs on polished chrome stands that read ‘Magistrates’ Court & Legal Offices’. Everyone they pass wears a suit; the click of women’s heels on the marble tiled flooring is loud.

Eventually, they walk through a final hallway and out into a brightly lit atrium. Mid-morning sun filters down like they’re in a church, and it makes Qiu’s hair look bright and see-through.

‘The hell is he doin’ here?’ Guan Shan asks, voice wavering with nerves. ‘He Tian—’

‘It’s alright,’ He Tian soothes. ‘Trust me.’

He Tian nods at Qiu, who is standing before a huge set of closed wooden doors with metal rivets studded down each side. Briefly, He Tian entertains the possibility that Qiu is the gatekeeper to some celestial doorway, and he squeezes Guan Shan’s hand tighter.

‘They’ve just made the ruling,’ says Qiu. ‘It’ll only take a minute.’

He Tian nods.

As a three, they stand in silence. It is the silence of men who know that something is about to happen, but don’t know exactly what. Beside He Tian, Guan Shan is shaking. He Tian has lost some of the sensation in his hand, and his pulse aches at his wrist. When he glances at Guan Shan, he can see a bead of sweat run from the crop of red hair at his temple, and down the soft slope of his ear.

Please don’t throw up, He Tian wants to say, jokingly, but then he thinks that might trigger it.

Eventually, there’s sound behind the doors, like the scraping of chairs, and a man’s voice. The three of them stand to one side as they eventually open, and a strange breath of air flows from the room, cool and hot all at once. Inside, the courtroom is disappointingly small, and there are only a handful of people: a jury, the judge, the necessary legal representatives, and a man in a suit that might once have fitted him.

He can take the jacket off, He Tian thinks, and roll up the sleeves. It’ll do for brunch.

‘Oh, you fuck,’ Guan Shan says, the words an exhale. He’s not looking at He Tian. Really, the words could be directed at anyone. There’s a bubble of hysteria welling in He Tian’s throat, and he’s not sure if he wants to laugh or cry. He does nothing, and lets Guan Shan’s hand fall from his.

‘We got him a lawyer,’ he tells Guan Shan, standing at his shoulder, speaking quietly. ‘A better one. They won the appeal.’

Guan Shan nods, but He Tian knows he’s only half listening. His mouth has fallen open. There’s a taut line between his brows where they’ve drawn together and made a ridge. He looks like he’s in pain, and He Tian supposes he probably is. How many years has he looked at his father behind a grate, or smeared glass? Fifteen? Sixteen? He Tian knows it’s more.

He watches the moment Mr Mo’s gaze meets his son’s. There’s fear there—shame, too. Mr Mo’s lawyer whispers something in his client’s ear, pats a hand to his shoulder, then walks from the hall with his briefcase and a courteous nod in He Tian’s direction. His job is done; in an hour, he’ll send an invoice. Alone, the space between them some unchartered territory, Guan Shan takes an uncertain step forward.

Like a child, He Tian thinks.

After a moment, Guan Shan takes another, and another. He’s started crying. When they’re only a foot apart, he and his father stare at each other. It lasts a few seconds, until they both smile at the startled realisation: they’re the same height. Staying where he is, He Tian watches the embrace; he can’t hear the words that follow. Their mouths move the same; their eyes are deceivingly soft. He Tian presses down his envy. He catches the words birthday and red. Mr Mo’s hands gesture to Guan Shan’s hair, appraise his clothes with pride and something like fear.

He Tian waits a few minutes before he begins to move forward. He expects Qiu to hold him back, but Qiu doesn’t. Up close, the similarities between them are unnerving.

‘Dad, this is He Tian,’ Guan Shan says when He Tian reaches his side. He Tian doesn’t touch him, but he wants to.

‘I know,’ says Mr Mo, his voice gravelly with disuse and too many cigarettes. ‘We’ve already met.’

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a donation drabble request for the lovely @agapaic. thank you so much again, Bethan <3 your support means everything to me.

and thank you to Zack @i-got-these-words for beta’ing! a blessing you are.

prompt: Guan Shan (China’s biggest movie star) and He Tian (his head bodyguard) in the car on the way to an awards ceremony.

tianshan, 2600 words, rated T

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“Have everything?”

“Yeah.”

At He Tian’s tilted look, Guan Shan has no choice but to humor him. He pats himself down in one last rundown: wallet, lanyard, phone. His speech is crumpled up in his pocket, nearly forgotten, and his manager had gone ahead to the car with his suit jacket thirty minutes prior.

Appease the crowd, she explained when he asked why. Fans love seeing you when you’re not put together. Gives it more flavor, the unkempt look.

And he had rolled his eyes but couldn’t stop her from bouncing out the door with the hanger, telling him to hurry up or they’d be late. Since then, the hair and makeup staff have packed up and slipped out the back door of the hotel — but now, the last two in the suite, Guan Shan scowls as He Tian refuses to move from in front of him.

“What?”

“Are you sure you have everything?” He Tian asks again, pointed.

Guan Shan frowns; tries not to notice how well He Tian’s suit sits on his broad shoulders, dark blue cashmere bringing out the slate-colored tint to his eyes. Guan Shan had it custom-made for him, but he didn’t realize it would be this fucking flashy. He should’ve known better.

“What’s your problem?” Guan Shan asks, stubbornly maintaining eye contact.

“We don’t have time to fight our way back to the room if you leave anything behind. Not like last time.” He Tian one-ups him. “Do you have the speech?”

“Yes, I have the fuckin’ speech.”

“Show it to me.”

Guan Shan gives him a look, jaw set. He reaches into his pocket. “I don’t know why you have to be so goddamn—“

A pause. He knows without looking that He Tian is wearing that god-awful smirk as Guan Shan’s hand comes up empty.

“Shut the fuck up,” Guan Shan mutters even as He Tian says nothing. He turns on his heel to grab the piece of paper lying innocuously on the nightstand, scowling.

Speech actually in hand this time, Guan Shan refuses to look at him as he stomps out the door He Tian holds open for him.

“We’re on our way down,” He Tian reports into his earpiece, following. His smile is amused. “Clear the lobby.”

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blurbs/drabbles:

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-> How Bradley Proposes ✿

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robert “bob” floyd ✈️

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-> Alone with Bob *✿>> Bob is a reserved guy. He's fairly shy in public, but once he's alone with you? Oh prepare for the best night of your life. Readers call sign is Bee 🐝 part 2 (coming soon)

-> That One Night ✿* >> You & Bob finally stop being idiots. You realize the love you both have for each other after Y/N went on a date with another man.

-> Passenger Door ✿ >> bob was raised by his lovely mother, and is ever the gentleman, always.

-> After the Bar *✿ >> Bob usually can keep it in his pants when you’re around, until this one night after the bar.

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-> Drunk Flirting ✿>> Hangman and his friends break out into song.

-> How many?* >> You’ve always faked every single orgasm and Hangman takes it as a challenge. Later Hangman is counting all of your orgasms during sex. (coming soon)

outer range:

rhett abbott

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-> baby blue ✩>> rhett meets, then loses the love of his life in a matter of days. Based on George Strait’s song, Baby Blue.

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most recent work: come and get 'em

newer fics are at the bottom of the list!

drabbles

study date - kiyoomi hates chemistry and you really aren’t helping the situation.

wisdom teeth removal - kiyoomi gets his wisdom teeth removed and wants nothing more than to be with you.

bathing together - you and sakusa share a romantic bath, prepared by him, yet, something isn't quite right.

wash day (at night) - there's a warm intimacy that comes with doing your hair. reader is written to be a person of color. poc!reader

untitled 001 - sorting through my emotions due to the unjust murder of george floyd.

sakusa thinks you're pregnant - a series of misunderstandings leads sakusa to believe you to be pregnant. surprise! you're not!

meet my parents - sakusa wants you to meet his parents, but doesn't know how to ask.

sakusa asks you out - sakusa wants to be your boyfriend (and it’s about time he asked).

bootycalls - kiyoomi’s had a hard day, but he knows how to make it better. some cuddles, some banter, use of the L word. reader is accused of witchcraft, but it’s all in good fun.

taking care of a drunk reader - y/n is talking to a stranger about her sex life and kiyoomi is on damage control. it’s an uphill battle to finally tuck her into bed. give this man a break, please.

interruptions - sakusa’s daughter hijacks the post-game interview, but nobody seems to mind. gosh, she’s such a daddy’s girl.

warm - you're stuck indoors with kiyoomi during a blizzard; luck is truly on his side. suggestive but not explicit.

insecurity - insecurity is not something that finds sakusa easily, but god does it hit like a bitch once it does.

trespassing - reader takes a rich!sakusa to stargaze in the middle of nowhere. mutual pining but both you and sakusa are too dumb to notice. friends to almost lovers.

drunk!sakusa - late night talks over the phone that reveal a bit more than they should.

domestic series - a peak into life with sakusa. 01 // 02 // 03 // 04 //

different kinds of kisses - there’s a million different ways to kiss someone; a million silent ways to tell someone you love them. 01 //

the five love languages - collection drabbles showcasing the five love languages with a very soft, very playful, (and mildly horny) sakusa kiyoomi. 01 // 02 //

seasons with my lover! - a love that grows through every season. 01 //

greek mythology au! sakusa x reader - sakusa wants to be your hero.

six inch heels - giving sakusa a lap dance and-- was the room always this hot?

come and get 'em - sakusa hates when your dates come to an end, so if you want your keys, you better some and get 'em.

headcannons:

01 // 02 // 03

virgin no more! series (on hold)

*sakusa's first blowjob - sakusa wants to take the next step in your relationship. who are you to deny him of such a request?

*eat up, kiyoomi! - sakusa learns to give head for the first time. good thing you're there to help him out.

tiktok trends! series

showing off your nails (ft. sakusa's dick)

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Mobile Masterlist ***(updated 11/15)

Allright! The MASTERLIST. The MASTERLIST for tumblr, the MASTERLIST chosen especially to organize my work for tumblr, tumblr’s MASTERLIST. That MASTERLIST?

Here it is, kids!

NSFW ALPHABET MASTERLIST

Dick Winters

Everything Will Break: part one, part two

Hiding From the War We Claim to Fight For: part one, part two, part three, part four***

Band of Brothers Greetings

 Lewis Nixon

I’ve Yet To Taste, You’ve Yet To Indulge (Allow Me To Remedy Both) ***

Band of Brothers Greetings

Our First Defeat: part one***, part two, part two and a half, part three***, part four, part five

Carwood Lipton 

On Days Like This: part one, part two, part three***, part four, part five

Nothing Dulls Your Foolish Shine***

Band of Brothers Greetings

 Lynn “Buck” Compton

You Are Mine, I Am Yours***

Band of Brothers Greetings

Drabble***

Untitled Buck smut/angst

 Denver “Bull” Randleman

Touch Me With Your Hands Until I’m Yours***

I Pity The Grave That Tries To Keep Me From You

There’s A Reason It’s Called Liquid Courage

Band of Brothers Greetings

 Eugene “Doc” Roe

Never Be Sorry, Not For This: part one***, part two***

You’re All I’ve Ever Wanted, All I Want to Know: part one***, part two***

Band of Brothers Greetings

 Joe Liebgott

Darling I’m Just Not Okay: part one***, part two, part three, part four

You Calm The Storm, You Give Me Rest***

Untitled Bill x Reader x Lieb smut

Untitled Chuck x Reader x Lieb smut (part of the Eyes Will Lead Me Back Home-verse)

You’ve Been Sad (I’ve Been Lonely)

Boys Who Speak With Silver Luck*** (unofficial sequel to above fic)

Caught In Your Riptide, Can’t Let You Know: part one***, part two

Band of Brothers Greetings

 Ron Speirs

Ignorance Is Blitzed: part one, part two, part three, part four, part five, part six, part seven***

It’s Not About Dibs

Forgiveness Is Divine

A Rare Night of Peace

What We Want and What We Can Have: part one, part two

I Wish I could Leave This Alone... (guest starring role)***

Drabble***

Band Of Brothers Greetings p2

 Johnny Martin

If You Need It, Then I Need It***

Untitled Johnny smut

Band Of Brothers Greetings p2

 George Luz

Untitled Luz smut

Drinking Up This Sweet Decadence*** 

Band Of Brothers Greetings p2

 Edward “Babe” Heffron

I Wish I Could Leave This Alone (I Know How Much You Want Me To)***

Untitled Babe smut

Band of Brothers Greetings

 Bill Guarnere

Inherent Risks of Loving A Wild Man: part one, part two***

Untitled Bill x Reader x Lieb smut

Band Of Brothers Greetings p2

 Don Malarkey

Lay Your Hands Upon My Chest (and Call It Home) 

I Know I’m Guilty (It’s Not Your Fault)***

Band Of Brothers Greetings p3

 Darrell “Shifty” Powers

Untitled Shifty angst

Untitled Shifty smut

drabble***

Band Of Brothers Greetings p3

 Joe Toye:

You Can Just Stay (Under This Weight)

Knees Known to Go Weak When You Pull Me In***

NSFW Alphabet***

 Harry Welsh

My Ruin is Heaven Sent and Battle Tested***

 Chuck Grant

The Splendor of These Exploding Skies (Yet All I See Is You)***

Untitled Chuck x Reader x Lieb smut (part of the Eyes Will Lead Me Back Home-verse)

Drabble***

 Floyd Talbert

Your Eyes Will Lead Me Back Home***

Into My Body, You Just Fold***

[itsfeckinwimdy]

Autumn Drabbles Masterlist

A collection of drabbles and short fics for different pairings based on stuff to do with autumn.

Will be updated once/twice a week throughout September/October.

Click to head back to Navigation

Last Updated: 10/10/2022

5/8 complete. - yes this originally said 14, yes I keep changing my mind.

1 ― Walking Through A Corn Maze

⇥ The Corinthian x Reader (they/them)

➵ Word Count: 436 words

➵ Warnings: n/a? Being chased/hunted down but it's consensual-

➵ Published: 13/09/2022

[Read Here]

2 ― Visiting A Pumpkin Patch

⇥ Morpheus x Reader (she/her)

➵ Word Count: 509 words

➵ Warnings: a dream that becomes a nightmare if that counts?

➵ Published: 17/09/2022

[Read Here]

3 ― Carving Pumpkins

⇥ The Corinthian x Reader (they/them)

➵ Word Count: 550 words

➵ Warnings: Implied murder, implied/referenced torture, kidnapping.

➵ Published: 20/09/2022

[Read Here]

4 ― Standing by a bonfire

⇥ George Russell x Reader (she/her)

➵ Word Count: 489 words

➵ Warnings: a bonfire.

➵ Published: 01/10/2022

[Read Here]

5 ― Cuddling To Keep Warm

⇥ Robert 'Bob' Floyd x Reader (she/her)

➵ Word Count: 0.4k

➵ Warnings: n/a

➵ Published: 08/10/2022

[Read Here]

6 ― Watching horror movies

⇥ TBA

➵ Word Count: n/a

➵ Warnings: n/a

➵ Published: TBA

[Read Here]

7 ― Wearing Big Sweaters (that probably belong to someone else)

⇥ TBA (n/a)

➵ Word Count: n/a

➵ Warnings: n/a

➵ Published: TBA

[Read Here]

8 ― Handing Out Candy To Trick-Or-Treaters

⇥ TBA (n/a)

➵ Word Count: n/a

➵ Warnings: n/a

➵ Published: TBA

[Read Here]

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ChangesWithLuv - Official Post

In light of recent events that have occurred throughout the U.S., us admins at ficswithluv who created this blog to spread love between content creators wanted to use that same power and spread our love by supporting Black Lives Matter Movement. We stand in solidarity with all of those affected by police brutality and ingrained racism not just in America but worldwide. 

ChangesWithLuv is a project where content creators have teamed up and offered their services in writing fics, designing banners, drawing fanart, and many other types of art. Similar to commissions, we ask that you donate to one of the charities or NGOs we support and apply here. The list of products and prices are under the read more, as well as the links to donate.

Once you send in your request, we’ll put it on a server of all the content creators taking part, so that it can be picked up and made by one of them. Their work will be tagged with #changeswithluv, so keep an eye out!

We understand that not everybody is in a financial position to donate, which is why the FWL admins collectively have donated $100 ourselves. The admins of Suga Network have also donated $60 to support the cause. On a first come, first served basis, you can submit a request for up to $5 of content (again, list below) using the admin relief fund. This is only for people who really can not afford to donate themselves, please be kind and. honest. It will support 20 people each commissioning something worth $5.

Additionally, we ask that if you’re unable to donate, that you take advantage of some of the resources we have below that you can use for free that support the movement. 

We will be doing this for the month of June at least, and we ask for your support in this together with us. 

If you are a creator wanting to offer your services, please fill out this form. We highly encourage anyone who wishes to support to check out the list of things we offer and, if you can make any of these, to sign up and help out.

Below the read more is the list of products and prices, links to donate, and other resources that anyone can use to make a change:

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A list of petitions to sign and advice on how to sign them.

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Helpful information for protestors

An excellent resource on systemic racism, anti-blackness and white privilege

A YouTube video which shows black creators and plays music from black artists. This video is filled with ads, all the revenue of which will be donated in support of BLM. If you can’t afford to donate yourself, use this as a way of donating. Don’t skip ads and stream like you would a MV (advice in the comments on how to effectively stream it)

An article on things you can do to help enact racial justice.

A twitter thread on misinformation currently being spread so you can make sure you aren’t believing any factually incorrect news/advice.

A google drive with resources from Black History Month

As said above, the admins donated $100 to fund 20 commissions. The screenshots are below. We chose to donate to Miss Majors’ medical care and retirement fund. In case you don’t know, here is some information:

As a Black, formerly incarcerated transgender elder, mother, and grandmother, Miss Major has paved the way for us to be who and where we are today. She is a veteran of the historic Stonewall Rebellion and a survivor of Attica State Prison, a former sex worker, a human rights activist, and simply “Mama” to many in her community. At the center of her activism from the 1960’s to today is her fierce advocacy for her girls, trans women of color who have survived police brutality and incarceration.

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Requests Opened! (Kingdom Edition)

Aka shameless plugs for our talented kings

Hey hello wassup! Still writing my Jaehyun fic but decided to open requests solely for groups/members participating in MNET’s survival show Kingdom: Legendary War

Requests opened for:

Drabbles

Headcanons

Brief Oneshots (~800-1k words)

Text Scenarios

Reactions

Ships (send me ur horoscope sign & ONLY three fun facts about ur personality & I’ll ship you with a member! can be group specific or not, up to you // 2 max)

Groups:

BTOB

Ikon

SF9

Stray Kids

The Boyz

Ateez

Requests open until the end of the show!

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Main Masterlist

Request

Watch Kingdom Clips!

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Disclaimer: Safe for multis and/or stans of individual groups. Let’s be supportive and friendly at the same time! (^o^)/

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ALSO please NO SPOILERS ㅠㅠ

I usually finish up my journalism assignments before I watch the ep over the weekend agshdk. I beg you.

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A/N: Requests are now closed since Kingdom has officially come to an end! Thank you for participating in this fun, new request format :D

[ao3feed-harleyquinn]

Captain Boomerang Fluff Drabbles [REQUESTS OPEN]

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/t9ow0a7 by Palus_Hiemalis Fluffy Headcanons/Drabbles With Captain Boomerang. You're a member of the ARGUS recruit medics and the Captain catches your eye. [Hngngngngn the blorbo fever has taken hold. Pray for me. Requests taken, but I might not do them at my discretion.] Words: 1867, Chapters: 3/3, Language: English Fandoms: Suicide Squad: Kill the Justice League (Video Game) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: Multi Characters: George "Digger" Harkness, Reader, Nanaue Sha'ark, Floyd Lawton, Harleen Quinzel, Hiro Okamura Relationships: George "Digger" Harkness/Reader Additional Tags: Fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Romantic Fluff, unicorn fetish alluded to, Daddy Issues, Cuddling & Snuggling, Accidental Baby Acquisition, gender neutral reader read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/t9ow0a7

[chatalyst]

Black Lives Matter - How you can help

Hey everyone! For the past couple of days, I have been signing petitions and speaking out on my other social media platforms to bring awareness to the murder of George Floyd, Breonna Taylor, and the black lives matter movement. I have been compiling a list of places to donate for the past couple of days, as this is the one social media platform where I have the most reach.

Tumblr was the social media site that allowed me my first glimpse into social justice, and I have been granted the privilege of surrounding myself with people that are active in the uplifting of minority stories and experiences. As someone with a platform, I am obligated to speak up and raise awareness in any way that I can.

As of right now, I am unable to donate or protest in person. My form of protesting is signing petitions, but I would like to do more. To do so, I will be offerring my services for anyone who signs petitions, donates, or protests.

For every 25 petitions signed OR For every $5 donation to an organization OR For every day you protest, you may choose ONE (1) of the following:

Limit of 3 entries per person.

a 500-1.7k word Drabble for a ship of your choosing. You may choose the prompt, au, and rating. (Please note that if I have not seen the show/movie/read the book it may take me a while to get to your prompt, however, I will get to it. Length of the fic will vary. I will not write incest, pedophilia, cheating, sexual assault. Basically, if it’s a warning beyond Major Character Death on Ao3, I will not write it.) you can find examples of my writing here.

A bust sketch in my drawing style of any character you want. For every donation you do, I will allow you to add a character up to three donations. If you make more than 2 donations, I can send it to you through the mail if you request it, as I draw traditionally. (Please note that I will not draw furry art as I am not familiar with the style. I will not draw anything that I wouldn’t write.) you can find examples of my drawing style here.

A 30 second-1 minute piano and singing cover of any song you’d like, in the style of a “siren”. You can find examples of my singing here.

PLEASE NOTE: You will need to provide proof in order for me to begin. You may send me the completed screen of the 25 petitions you have signed/the donations so it doesn’t reveal personal information. Please message me if you are protesting so I can tell you the steps for proof. Limit of 3 entries per person.

Due to my messaging system on tumblr being unreliable, you can send proof to my discord (@chatalyst) and my email (chatalyst.donations@gmail.com) .

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Links:

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Master Docs to petitions, donations, information, and places to protest:

Twitter threads of petitions to sign demanding justice for black victims of police brutality. (Please do not donate to change.org after signing a petition. They are a private corporation and none of the funds will go to the organizations/petitions listed)

Twitter threads of places to donate:

Here are organizations dedicated to action against police brutality and helping black voices be heard

This is not a comprehensive list, and so long as you provide proof of the businesses you’ve donated to or the petitions you’ve signed and the protests you’ve attended, I will allow it. Please message me if you have ANY questions, and please feel free to spread this post.

[agapaic]

tianshan drabble. 💞 on behalf of an anonymous donation to the BLMUK organisation, this was created (with permission) for Eylül @eed752. if you would like to donate to an organisation supporting black lives in return for a drabble, please see here for more information. 🌸

tags: chef!guan shan, media exec! he tian, reality TV. tw: non-consensual kissing

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‘I don’t need your fuckin’ help,’ Guan Shan says, teeth gritted. ‘I didn’t ask for it.’

On the other side of the resaurant’s foyer, Zhengxi lowers the camera. He’s familiar with Guan Shan’s belligerence, and he knows when to stop rolling without waiting for anyone’s call. He turns to He Tian, who’s already making his way over to Guan Shan while he rolls up the cuffs on his shirt sleeves. His smile is tight.

‘Do you want to say that off camera, hm?’ he says quietly, when he’s only a few feet away. There’s something sharp beneath his words that makes Guan Shan’s spine straighten. ‘Stop being a prima donna because you don’t want to follow my suggestions. You and I both know you couldn’t do this without the show.’

Guan Shan looks away. This. His father’s old restaurant had been an empty husk until he bought it, the inside like walking into a warzone. There was graffitti on the walls, smashed crockery covering the floor, burst pipes in the bathrooms and kitchen, some scene from an apocalypse movie. 

The PAP had done nothing with it since they seized the property fifteen years ago; when it came to auction, Guan Shan bought it without thinking, emptying the savings he’d been stockpiling from his job as a waiter. He’d planned to give half to his mom and pay off her mortgage.

He doesn’t have the money to rennovate now, or to repair. He barely has the strength not to revisit the memory of the raid each time he walks through the restaurant doors, bile burning his throat, nausea rolling through him as if he’s at sea. Sometimes, it feels like it, the earth unsteady beneath his feet, his surroundings beginning to spin, a high-pitched ringing starting to keen in his ears—

‘Hey,’ He Tian says, brows drawn in. ‘Hey, did you hear me?’

Guan Shan mumbles something, and his expression must throw He Tian enough because he calls out for a break in the shooting. The crew lower their cameras and mic booms—Take five! someone shouts—and a caterers rolls out a trolley with cans of soft drinks and snacks. 

Guan Shan doesn’t go to it; nor does he collapse into the fold-up chair that has his name printed across the back. Instead, He Tian grips him by the elbow and steers him, not ungently, out of the main restaurant and towards the kitchen.

It’s a building site still, most everything covered in sheets of plastic and a dusty layer of concrete residue. They’ll start filming this part of the show in a couple of weeks, and use a demo kitchen for now while they work on the recipes for the menu. It’s the nature of the show—Overhaul, it’s called, building someone’s business quite literally from the ground up. 

You couldn’t do this without the show, He Tian had said. He’s right. Guan Shan couldn’t have afforded anything on the scale that He Tian is giving him. That’s the whole point of this fucking venture. The furniture, the esteemed clientelle, a Shanghai-based HR agency to find the staff. Some chef from SHIC will help him with the menu, and his contract promises the review of a Black Pearl critic who will visit a year after opening. The restaurant will be a success, by default of He Tian’s purview. He’ll allow nothing else to damage his name.

When the kitchen doors swing to a close behind them, He Tian releases Guan Shan and leans against an old counter with his arms folded. He’s frowning. In here, with the dust and the absence of windows, Guan Shan finds it difficult to breathe. He rubs at his chest, easing a pressure that refuses to dissipate. He’s trying to imagine himself running this place one day, cooking in here, where his father used to—and he fails. 

‘You asked for my help,’ says He Tian, slowly. ‘You went to Jian Yi, who came to me. You signed the contract. You agreed to this.’

‘I know what I fuckin’ agreed to,’ Guan Shan mutters.

He Tian is unimpressed, and Guan Shan realises he hasn’t brought him away from the eyes of the crew because he pities him. He’s just making an attempt not to air any dirty laundry. He’s being professional. 

He says, ‘Then you can stop with the chip on your shoulder and stop being a bitch to the rest of the crew. They’re not your enemy. Neither am I.’

‘I’m not—’

‘If you want sympathy, then play it up. Start crying. I don’t give a damn—the audience will love it.’ He Tian stares at him flatly. ‘Maybe at the end we can have a father-son reunion—’

‘Don’t you fuckin’ dare,’ Guan Shan growls. The thought sickens him. Already, he knows that his father might see this in the papers, or have access to the show on the prison’s communal TV’s. Guan Shan hasn’t told him. He hasn’t visited in over a year. By the time the show airs, He Tian’s name will be emblazoned in lights; it wasn’t written in the contract, but the restaurant will become He Tian’s has much as it has ever belonged to the Mos. 

‘You’re in the entertainment business, Mo Guan Shan,’ He Tian reminds him coldly. ‘You should take what you can get and don’t stop.’

‘Is that what you’ve done?’ Guan Shan sneers.

‘Isn’t it obvious? Look at me.’

Guan Shan is looking. He’s spent two months looking, and he could spend even longer doing so, if only for the fact that he doesn’t want to. His preocuppation with the looks of a pretentious media executive worth millions is really fucking unfortunate. He hates himself for it. 

Granted, sometimes things are good. Sometimes they joke with each other and have moments off-camera that make Guan Shan’s spine tingle. Sometimes he thinks He Tian’s hand touches him when it shouldn’t, and sometimes Guan Shan’s eyes linger longer when they shouldn’t, too. There have been no sordid, insidious rumours staining He Tian’s name as with other media execs in the industry, but that means nothing. He Tian has the money and charm to keep it quiet. Probably, He Tian plays this game with all his entreupeneurs. Probably, Guan Shan is being fucking stupid. He hates himself for that, too.

‘I don’t wanna be like you,’ Guan Shan tells him eventually. ‘You look at people like they’re ratings.’

‘Spare me,’ He Tian remarks dryly. ‘If you had enough of a moral backbone you wouldn’t be using me at all for this. You would’ve worked and worked until you had what it took to make this place work.’ He smiles, almost tenderly. ‘And even then it wouldn’t be enough.’

‘Fuck you.’

‘No, fuck you, Mo Guan Shan. You’re going to be whatever the camera makes tries to make you.’

‘You mean what you make—’

‘Shut up. Do you want to be the arrogant, angry chef with an overruling passion for food? The kid from a broken home with too-high dreams of running a business? Is this all some grand venture to repair your paternal relationship? Or maybe something else entirely. You have the opportunity of a life time. If I were you, I’d think about taking it.’

Guan Shan opens his mouth to argue, and He Tian swears—in frustration, in anger, in bemused disbelief that Guan Shan still won’t back down from the fight when he knows he’s lost. The outcome was pre-determined, and Guan Shan’s still wincing at new bruises and spitting blood onto the tarpaulin of the derelict kitchen. 

He can only stare as He Tian marches forward, and he only thinks to take a step back when He Tian is a few feet from him— In front of him now—  Grabbing his shoulders with two hands—

He Tian’s kissing him. 

He Tian doesn’t wait for Guan Shan’s too-slow reaction. He takes what he wants, pillaging the intimacy, tongue forcing itself between Guan Shan’s lips—and lets him go. Immediately after, He Tian staggers back slightly, narrowly avoiding the fist that swings in his direction. 

Guan Shan heaves. He doesn’t have the energy to try a second time. ‘You—’

‘There,’ He Tian says thickly. ‘File for harrassment. Put my name down in the mud and rebuild yourself from the ashes.’

‘You fuckin’... You...’ Words fail him. His head is reeling.

He Tian lifts his hand as if to wipe his mouth with the back of his hand, but his fingertips linger on his lips. His face is slightly flushed. 

‘I’m giving you power over me.’ 

He says it like an apology.

‘I’d never win,’ Guan Shan chokes out. ‘Me against you in court? I’m nothin’.’

‘I’d agree with your story. If nothing else, I’ll pay out a settlement fee and you can do this whole thing yourself.’

Guan Shan shakes his head. His mouth feels bruised. The worst part is that he’d imagined this before. Different. Better. He’d wanted it. No, the worst part is that he wants it still.

‘Still dirty money,’ he whispers.

‘It doesn’t have to be,’ says He Tian. Guan Shan realises he sounds a little shocked—as if he hadn’t had control over his actions. As if he hadn’t expected its consequences. Guan Shan realises: He Tian hadn’t done this with the others. ‘Make your choice, Mo Guan Shan. You can quit, you can file a claim—or we can carry on and get this thing finished.’

‘Shit,’ Guan Shan breathes, dragging a shaking hand over his face. ‘How the fuck am I gonna just... carry on after you...’

He looks to He Tian, expecting some cool answer, something stemmed from exploitative experience, but He Tian only grimaces and says, ‘The same way I’ll have to.’

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🌸 in the footsteps of @nightfayre’s wonderful initiative, i’m filling any drabble requests following a donation to causes in support of black lives. please read here if you would like more information! ✨

[boizandgurlzinthehouse]

♡ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ♡ (under edit consistently)

link that can help: fandoms i write for

— 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐮𝐬 𝐬𝐧𝐨𝐰 (𝐓𝐁𝐎𝐒𝐀𝐒) 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐰𝐞 𝐝𝐨 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞.

prologue. part 1 part 2 part 3

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— 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬 (𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑 𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐱 𝐤-𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐚)

𝐆𝐔𝐍-𝐖𝐎𝐎

MESSED WITH THE WRONG B*TCH (multi-part) part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5 part 6

𝐇𝐘𝐄𝐎𝐍-𝐉𝐔

SHE'S MY BEST FRIEND, SHE'S A REAL BAD B*TCH

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— 𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝

𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐘𝐀 𝐒𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐎

meeting him again

𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐀 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐎

meeting him again

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— 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐚 𝟏

𝐌𝐀𝐗 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐍

jimmy, you sneaky bastard

accidental crashes and accidental confessions part 2

your love is sunlight part 2

i want to look into her eyes.

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— 𝐦å𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧

𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐀𝐍𝐎:

damiano with a gilfriends who’s the complete opposite of him

pleasure, little treasure (warning: slight intoxication)

cold hands, warm hearts (warning: cursing, arguing, bad family –or just mommy issues?)

𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐒:

slight morning smut (warning: slight smut obv)

𝐕𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐀:

nothing yet

𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍:

sharing clothes

braids and bucks (warnings: smut)

𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒:

what they look for in a relationship

girlfriend only sleeps in panties

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— 𝐓𝐎𝐌 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃

being internet-friends with tom -pt. i. -pt. ii.

going on a late-night road trip with tom 

drabble #1

relationship memes #2

edgy!tom holland would include…

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— 𝐘𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐃 (𝐀𝐊𝐀 𝐃𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐂 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐍)

taking care of sick!dominic

dominic takes care of you when you’re sick

dom in the 90s would include...

relationship memes #1 #2

daddy’s bratty girl (nsfw)

cuddling with dominic

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— 𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊

no sleep (sister!reader)

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— 𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐒

what they like the most about you - (dick winters, lewis nixon, eugene roe, ronald speirs, joe liebgott, daniel webster, george luz)

what they like the most about you (babe heffron, johnny martin, carwood lipton, bill guarnere, floyd talbert)

what they’re like with a plus size!reader 

when someone other flirts with you (dick winters, lewis nixon, ronald speris, eugene roe, joe libegott, george luz, carwood lipton, johnny martin, babe heffron, bill guarnere, joe toye, floyd talbert)

memes 

they find out your self-harm 

standing up for you (group!platonic!)

𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒

dating richard while working at the secret society

𝐄𝐔𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐄

a lazy day with eugene 

i promise (oneshot)

𝐋𝐄𝐖𝐈𝐒 𝐍𝐈𝐗𝐎𝐍

what a shame (it’s fluff)

𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐅𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐍

pda with babe heffron 

𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐃 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐈𝐑𝐒

fire in my soul 

𝐉𝐎𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐁𝐆𝐎𝐓𝐓

obsessed with your body

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— 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐄𝐍

𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐘

reactions (sfw)

𝐑𝐎𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐀𝐘𝐋𝐎𝐑

reactions (sfw)

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— 𝐈𝐓 (𝟐𝟎𝟏𝟕-𝟐𝟎𝟏𝟗)

𝐖𝐘𝐀𝐓𝐓 𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐅𝐅 / 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐋𝐄𝐘 𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐒

wyatt oleff fluff alphabet

stanley uris fluff alphabet

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— 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒

𝐌𝐀𝐗 𝐌𝐀𝐘𝐅𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐃

being billy’s younger sister and helping max (platonic!)

𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐕𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐓𝐎𝐍

having a power and dating steve

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— 𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒

𝐋𝐎𝐊𝐈

soft moments with loki 

you’re not the girl i know 

𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐄𝐑

being loki’s daughter and dating peter parker

↳ drabble #1

𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐓𝐑𝐎 𝐌𝐀𝐗𝐈𝐌𝐎𝐅𝐅

i’m gonna say i love you, am i not? 

saving pietro’s life with your love and some cookies (that’s a hard ass title awr)

𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐂.

going on a girly day-out with natasha and wanda (platonic!)

dating a maladaptive dreamer!reader (pietro, loki, bucky , t’challa, stephen strange)

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— 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐇É𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐓

my angel (pure fluff)

timothée helps you with your anxiety 

tutoring each other (just fluff) 

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— 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒 (𝟏𝟗𝟖𝟑)

𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐒

darry rescues you from your abusing relationship