#Very Temping to write a Drabble about that

[imarson404]

you know what no I’m not gonna ignore the scene in the death note jdrama episode 10 where just before he kills himself Soichiro tells light that the pain hes feeling now is the weight of a human life and Light says

‘If this pain is real… then I can’t forgive criminals.’

LIGHT. You have felt that pain since episode 1. You couldnt forgive yourself and tried to end it all after only 2 deaths. Maybe you got used to the feeling of carrying hundreds of corpses on your shoulders but your heart didn’t forget. Was there a part of you that could never forgive yourself? is there still a part of him that wants to die?

that thinks he deserves it?

if there wasn’t then, one cements itself now and can’t ever let go, even as he tells himself that sacrifices are necessary to save the world. I wonder, if he had achieved his unreachable goal, would it be inconceivable to think that he would turn it on himself?

as Ryuk said in episode one of the anime ‘then he’d be the only bad person left’

I don’t think jdrama light would have left himself. I don’t think he could forgive himself. I mean, he said it himself. That pain is real, and he can’t forgive criminals.

[theunholybastard]

Hi! This is my first time sending a request for anything 😅 but I was wondering if you could maybe write about the era 5 ghouls/ghoulettes comforting the reader while they're on their period? Basically, it's just comfort/fluff. My favorite is Phantom and I feel like he'd be such a sweetheart 🥹

Hi, lovely! 👋 I'd be honored to take your first request! I didn't know how exactly you wanted me to write it, so I just went with some little headcanon blurbs. Lmk if you want me to rewrite a drabble/full length fic of any specific character/s and I'll get to that when I have the time. <3 Enjoy!

Era 5 Ghouls/Ghoulettes Period Comfort Headcanons

(CW - Brief mentions of period sex/blood kink for Swiss and Sodo/Dewdrop)

Phantom:

He's a little confused, but he's got the spirit.

His knowledge on the human body, especially the female anatomy, is limited, so he's not entirely sure how to help you. He is however, a great listener, and is always willing to do whatever you ask of him to make you feel better, no hesitation.

Building off of him being a great listener, he's also more than down to just listen to you complain. Whatever you choose to talk about, period-related or not, he is sat, intently listening to every word.

He's a very curious ghoul - he wants to hear about your feelings, he wants to know what's making you feel the way you feel, and how to make it better.

Food is his love-language. Always ready to pick up whatever food you're craving at the moment, at any time. Wake him up at 2 A.M and say you want ice cream? He's immediately out the door to get ice cream. (and picking up some cookie dough for himself, too.)

Three words: Food, Movies, Cuddles. Snacking with you, bodies intertwined, while watching your favorite movies, is his own personal Heaven. (ok maybe Heaven isn't the right word but ykwim)

He's a messy eater, so make sure not to let him eat in your bed. Other than that, you're in good hands.

Rain:

If you like physical affection, you're in luck, because Rain is the unofficial King of Cuddles™️

Babies you, but not in the belittling way.

Yes, he knows you can get out of bed and do things yourself, but why would you so much as lift a finger when you have him to pamper you?

Sings to you and plays guitar for you

If you're ever feeling self-conscious during this time, he will do anything and everything in his power to make you feel beautiful

Compliments you any chance he can get, brushes your hair for you, has skincare nights with you (loves floral-scented face masks and those cucumber eye masks)

He makes sure you are very well taken care of

Mountain:

Also babies you, but unlike Rain, it does feel a little belittling. He means well, though.

Freaks out over you just getting out of bed to use the bathroom. Insists he carries you because you're "too weak and fragile to do anything in this state."

You're pretty much bedridden for a week, sorry.

Prepares healthy meals for you, loves hearing you compliment his cooking.

Insists that nature is the best medicine. Opens the windows to get you some fresh air. Will gladly go on walks with you if you manage to convince him you're fine and perfectly capable of movement.

Picks you fresh flowers

Plays with your hair to help you fall asleep

Sodo/Dewdrop:

Also doesn't really know how to help you.

Just kinda treats you like normal, unless youre having pains

Offers you painkillers, but if you'd rather not take medicine, he'll rub your stomach, your back, whatever area is bothering you.

Lucky for you, he's got the body temp of a furnace. He's your own personal heating pad.

Also suggests orgasms help reduce cramping. Doesn't push it, but he makes sure you know he doesn't mind parting the red sea

Swiss:

Oh Lord. This man. Is so horny.

Obviously he doesn't press if sex isn't something you're interested in during this time. He'll find other ways to comfort you. Though sex is his favorite way to do it.

LOVES giving massages. He'll lay down one of those hydrophobic blankets so you can free bleed while he gives you a full-body massage he might get hard

Very touchy. Cannot keep his hands off you. Constant cuddling.

Builds you a little nest of pillows, blankets, stuffed animals, anything soft and comforting to you that he can find. You basically live in a blanket fort for like a week.

You can talk to him about anything period-related. Don't bother sparing the gruesome details, TMI does not exist with him. Nothing you could say would shock him.

Cirrus:

Princess treatment, 24/7.

Fawns over you when you're having cramps, not leaving your side until you feel better.

Tells you silly stories or gossip to distract you from your cramps. Anything to get a smile out of you. Shes the ultimate yapper gf (except for maybe Aurora)

Self care nights! Bubble baths, painting each others nails, doing each others makeup, braiding each others hair (or you could just braid hers if your hair is too short)

Whispers words of affirmation in your ear as you sleep in hopes it will make you subconsciously feel better

Cumulus:

Tells you she will personally fight God for giving you a period. Mainly just to make you laugh. But she would if she could.

If Rain is the Cuddle King, then consider her the Cuddle Queen™️

So soft. So comfy. You are in for some GODLY naps.

Cooks for you and insists on feeding you herself (she's been tempted to go "here comes the airplaaane!" but she doesn't want to risk pissing you off)

Cleans up your space for you so a dirty environment doesn't cause you additional stress. Will scold you like a disappointed mother if you try to take over the work.

Sings you to sleep

Makes sure you have a comfy place to relax and a nice full belly at all times

Aurora:

Shes really not as helpful as she thinks she is, but she tries.

Shes a very energetic ghoulette, so if your idea of comfort during this time is doing as little physical activity as possible, she's gonna be a bit out of her element.

Offers to go on a run together, swearing it's the best distraction for if you have cramps.

But if you'd rather stay in bed, she will oblige. She does love cuddles. Shes very touchy.

She uses your period as an excuse to buy a shit load of candy. She ends up getting a stomach ache because she ate most of it and now you have to comfort her. At least she's cute though

Gets excited if your cycles are synced up because that means you two can free-bleed together

Brings home little trinkets for you like a crow

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[wonysugar]

perfect | lily morrow

synopsis : nmixx are on tour, thailand at the moment! lily and her girlfriend, y/n, decide to swim in the hotel room’s pool while the other members are out. y/n felt self-conscious about her own body in swimwear so the aussie helps her like her body a little bit more<3

pairing : idol!lily × idol!femreader

genres : idol au, smut with little bit of plot i guess! they fuck in a pool is that genre-ish enough for you, drabble kinda?

tags : pool sex, fluffy smut, praise, body worship, kinda temp play, they just really love each other! kisses, nipple sucking, fingering etc you get it

warnings : reader has self-esteem and body image issues!!

word count : 1.2k

a/n : hai so i got this idea while swimming in a pool and i was like “wait it’s a vision..” PLUS i wanted to write smth more on the fluffy side and what better way to do that than to write about lily? :]

it was a long week for both you and your girlfriend of 4 months, lily, getting so caught up in promotions and schedules that you guys barely had any time for yourselves.

that is, until a few weeks later.

nmixx were on tour, and you were all currently in thailand. today, the members were outside visiting the country before you all had to go practice for the concert. you and lily, however, wanted to take some time for yourselves to breathe and relax indoors.

your hotel room had a pool, which your girlfriend really wanted to swim in with you for some reason. so, to make her happy, here you were, putting on your swimsuit and getting ready to join her. then, as you were about to leave, you looked at yourself in the mirror, and you remembered. god, you really didn’t like wearing swimsuits, they showed everything. it’s not because they’re too revealing or anything like that, it’s more so a you problem. you didn’t like your body in regular clothes, let alone in a swimsuit.

you left the room, visibly ashamed of your own anatomy, then joined a cheerful lily outside, who seemed to already be in the water, patiently waiting for you.

“hey baby! ” she happily exclaimed, “the water’s warm, you can come in.”

you slowly put your feet in, fearful of getting too cold. you tried not to seem too uncomfortable in front of her, you didn’t wanna make her worry or blame herself for you being like this. but, despite only dating you for a short while, she could already read you like a book, and could tell something was wrong.

“you okay babe?” she asks, concerned. you could only nod, a fake reassuring smile plastered on your face. you weren’t okay. you didn’t want her to see you like this. part of the reason why you were scared to have sex with her in the first place was because of your own body, you didn’t like it at all, and she probably wouldn’t either.

she noticed that you seemed stiff when getting your feet into the pool, she also noticed throughout your relationship that you weren’t exactly the most confident person around, so, she very quickly connected the dots.

“y/n, what’s wrong, tell me.”

you sigh, “it’s nothing, lily, don’t worry about it.” you really didn’t like lying to her, but you also didn’t like worrying her either.

“y/n.” she said, persistent. she usually wouldn’t insist on you sharing your thoughts immediately, but this was a reoccurring issue. she didn’t want you to feel like this anymore. she thought you were beautiful, gorgeous even, and she wanted so badly to make you see yourself the way she sees you. it broke her heart watching you be so hard on yourself all the time for no apparent reason. she wanted to help, slowly but surely, she wanted to.

you sighed, you needed to tell her. it was just so hard to admit something like that, especially to your girlfriend. you want to be the confident girl she’s probably always wanted, but you can’t. you’re not good enough.

you dangle your feet in the water as you reminisce, “it’s the swimsuit.” you pause, “i don’t like it. at all. i don’t like the way i look in it. fuck i just.. i just don’t like the way i look in general.” you confessed, “you deserve so much better, there’s so many other pretty idols out there. why me?”

in response, she scoffed, your question seeming absolutely ridiculous to her. “why you? well y/n, because you were a great friend to me since predebut, but turns out i saw you as more than that. i wanted to be with you, i liked you a lot. plus, how could i not? you’re super pretty, funny, nice! plus you’re like, super talented so that’s that..”

she continued going on this whole rant about what she likes about you, and you could only state and listen. could someone ever like you the way she does? was she lying just to make you feel better?

then, as if she guessed your uncertainty, she took your hand and slowly guided you into the water, pushing you in gently with her. as soon as your whole body was in the water, she pulled you in closer and took your lips in hers. feeling you up with her hands, taking in every single one of your curves.

“everything about you is perfect, y/n. don’t ever say otherwise.”

“your mouth,” she pulled away from the kiss and slowly went further down, “your jaw,” placing soft kisses on you, “your neck,” you squirmed under her as her hands were still roaming your body, she continued kissing you all over, eventually landing on your bikini-clothed chest, “fuck your tits,”

“it’s all so perfect.” she muttered against your skin, you felt heat rise to your cheeks as she embraced you, her hands gently working their way up to your bikini top’s strap, desperately trying to undo it.

once she did, she set it aside and wasted no time, immediately giving very wanted attention to your nipples, already hard from the temperature of the cold pool. she sucked on them lightly, licking around them and looking up at you while she does so. her other hand playing with the other nipple, pinching it slightly.

“fuck l-lily..” you put your hand over your mouth in attempt to cover the sounds. you didn’t want to be loud, you might ruin the mood with your noises. much to your surprise, though, she quickly grabbed your wrist and pushed your hand back down.

“let me hear you, baby. let me hear how good you feel.” she tells you, teeth slightly grazing against your nipples, making you shiver. all of this, everything she was saying, it made you throb, and she could definitely feel it on the leg she had pressed in between your thighs.

it didn’t take long for her to pull away from your tits and go behind you, focusing on pulling the rest of your swimsuit down, spreading your pussy open with her fingers and exposing your pulsating clit to the cold water.

slowly rubbing circles on it, she kisses and licks your neck as you whimper oh so needily for her, trying your hardest to keep quiet, both the temperature and the sensations making you shiver. you whine, “baby, it’s cold.” as she slowly inserts a finger inside of you, humming against your neck, “you can take it darling, i know you can.”

your noises then getting progressively louder overtime as she inserted two other fingers inside your dripping cunt, hitting all the right spots, making you gasp and moan as she pumped them in and out. mumbling an almost inaudible “fuck you sound so beautiful y/n-” against your shoulder as she fingered you.

after a while, your girlfriend felt you getting closer to your climax, you clenching around her digits gave her that impression. she immediately started speeding up, still embracing you from behind as you moaned out her name. “are you gonna cum for me, baby?”

“y-yes lily - fuckfuckfuck - i am.”

“that’s it y/n, cum all over my fingers.” those words were the thing that made you lose it. you threw your head back, moaning as you rode the wave of your orgasm, lily gently caressing your sides, praising you as you heavily huffed, coming down from your high.

“i love you, y/n.” she whispered against your ear, leaving kisses on your cheek as she grinned like an idiot, making you giggle.

“i love you too lily.” you said back, holding onto her dearly.

for once, you didn’t feel guilt when she held you like this.

[unemployedstonerlizard]

--korrasami as parents drabble--

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TW: Mentions of miscarriage, dead parents, body dismorphia, and slight depression. But only slightly! Nothings too bad.

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☆ So this au I'm thinking of is based after a fanfic where Asami got Korra pregnant in the spirit realm, after adoption and sperms donations failed. I'll link it if I can find it, very well written so I highly recommend!

☆ Korra could not be prouder to be a mom. Sure, Asami is gentle and motherly, but Korra is a whole other level of mother. Constantly talking about how great they'll be when they grow up, making a big deal out of everything they do.

"Asami! Asami Senna just threw her toy!"

"...okay?"

"'Sami she threw it so far! She's gonna be so strong!"

☆ In the southern water tibe, they usually name their children after an influential family member in their life. Korra named their daughter after her mother, Senna, and Asami named their son after her mother Yasuko.

☆ They definitely live in the southern water tribe in their first few years, trying to give them a steady upbringing and keeping them away from the prying eyes of the press. Korra and Asami share a room with the babies, all wrapped up in Sabre Tooth Moose Lion furs.

☆ When Korra was deemed pregnant, she wrote a letter to all of the nations leaders, explaining that if they needed assistance with the spirits to contact her. But if there was a political affair or an international struggle to "fucking deal with it themselves". (Asami had to apologize for her verbiage a week later.)

☆ Asami runs things at Sato Industry from home, finalizing and shipping documents and instructions to the people below her. I imagine she's curled in a chair, baby in her lap and her scribbling away on the papers, trying not to get ink on Senna's head.

☆ Since Senna and Yasuko are identical, Korra has a hard time figuring out who is who. Asami seems to be the only person who knows which is which, and Korra has to take a minute.

☆ Korras snuggling game has only intensified with being a mom. She'll use her firebending to heat up her body temp and hold the babies to her chest, all three of them sleeping soundly, such a cute sight for Asami.

☆ Korra almost immediately started working out after giving birth, feeling a little dysphoric seeing her once chiseled body now plump and stretched. Asami has to talk her into loving it, letting her know she's still as strong as she's always been.

☆ Shell kiss up the soft tummy, caressing the stretchmarks under her fingertips. Korras muscular arms wrapped around the pale body on top of her, sighing as the kisses left butterfly's in her stomach.

"Sorry, 'Sami...I'm trying to get them back."

"Hmm? Get what back love?"

"My abs. I knew you liked them."

Asami would coo, leaving another kiss. "Baby, you'll always be perfect to me. You gave birth to our two miracle children. I love you so much, with or without abs."

☆ When the twins sleep, Korra sometimes watches them from above the crib, watching their little chests rising and falling. She gets scared to touch them while their sleeping, and her mind goes to hazy, unpleasant thoughts at the former attempts and her past. She wonders if she'll be a good mom.

☆ Asami wishes she could show her parents their grandchildren, watching Tonraq and Senna play with the babies makes her heart shatter, so much so sometimes she has to leave the room. Being a mother brings her closer to Asamis own, and will wrote letters down in her journal to her mother about the twins.

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This is my first time writing a drabble, I'm not sure how much is too much or too little. Any advice/feedback/comment is welcome!

Also I cannot find that fic for the life of me, I think the author deleted it </3

@whatifitookalilnap

[rogerswifesblog]

Kinktober- Breeding kink

Hi! The next Drabble for my kinktober! This time with Andy Barber from ‘Better than boys’:) I’m not completely confident with this Drabble, I feel like I’m not very good at writing about breeding kink but I hope you like it anyway! Reblogs and especially feedback would be very appreciated!

Thank you @jamneuromain for helping me with this<3

[this Drabble is also a part of the series ‘Better than boys’]

Pairing: boyfriends!dad!Andy Barber x reader

Summary: it’s the first time you allow Andy to fuck you without a condom and he…enjoys it more than you’d expect.

Warnings: BREEDING KINK, creampie, p in v, daddy kink, mommy kink in a way?

You knew you had forgotten to buy something all the way while driving home, but you couldn’t remember what it was. That’s why you always made a grocery list. Not this time.

And the moment you remembered what you had forgotten about was with Andy’s fingers, deep in your cunt pushing against your G-spot, with your legs trembling around his head. “Condoms?”, he asked while sitting up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, before grabbing his cock and stroking himself slowly. His chest covered in a thin layer of sweat.

Fuck.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

You forgot to buy condoms.

And Andy had reminded you just before leaving the house.

Fuck.

You looked at him sheepishly, apologetic even, making him sigh quietly while his hand movement slowed down. “You forgot them”, he whined, sitting back on his heels, still holding his hard cock, the tip closer to the color purple than red and glistening with pre-cum.

Biting your bottom lip you slowly sat up, pulling Andy by the neck closer to you. It pained you to see him so turned on and yet holding back, since you’ve never done it without condoms. Andy was the one who insisted on using them.

Even when you asked him a couple of times to just do it without.

“Andy….come on, it’s fine”, you whispered, slowly straddling his lap, pressing yourself against him. Your body flush to him. “Fuck me. I want to feel it. I want to feel you…I want you to fill me”, you whispered filthy in his ear, wrapping your legs around him, while his hand grabbed onto your butt so you wouldn’t slide down from his lap.

He shook his head slowly, but you noticed how he was fighting with himself. Andy wanted to take you. Mark you. He wanted it, so badly.

“We shouldn’t-“ “Don’t make me beg for it, daddy”, you bit his bottom lip, gently licking along his ear, well knowing he wouldn’t be able to resist you now. Sometimes you felt bad for playing with him like that but…it also turned you on.

Andy purred in pleasure, before throwing you back onto the bed, immediately flipping you onto your stomach before pulling your hips up, a slap onto your ass made you moan in pleasure. Everything happened so fast and within seconds you felt Andy’s whole length split your pussy in half.

“Fuck, you feel so good”, he moaned, immediately pounding your cunt without giving you time to adjust to him.

And he could tell you loved it by the way you gasped and Drooled into the pillow. A dark chuckle escaped his lips while he buried one of his hand in your hair, pulling your head back a bit harsher. “You know, it’s really not nice of you to temp daddy like that…do you really want to be punished? You’re lucky I couldn’t wait to fuck your tight cunt, otherwise I’d spank your ass till I’d be bruised”, Andy moaned in your neck, before pushing your head back into the pillow, holding your neck for leverage.

His thrusts became quicker and sloppier, as he felt himself pretty close already. He hadn’t fucked anyone without a condom since…he couldn’t remember. He even forgot how good it felt. It wasn’t even that big of a difference…but it was different.

“Fuck-I’m gonna fill your pretty pussy with my cum. Fill you up till you’ll be leaking for days”, he moaned, pulling out only to flip you once again onto your back before immediately thrusting back into you, this time pounding harsher than before.

His cock was rubbing against your overstimulated g-spot all the time, making you whine his name as you grabbed his arm tightly. Your head felt dizzy from all the panting. Your legs shaking around his hips as he buried his cock deeper.

“M’ Gonna have you all round from my cum. Maybe even get you pregnant and make a pretty little mommy out of you, huh? Would you like that? Carry my child. Have them all know what we did. How I fucked you every night, making you all swollen and round”, he mumbled under his breath.

Even though you listened to his words, you weren’t sure if he realized what he was saying. Andy grabbed your breast, squeezing as he watched then bounce from the force of his movements. “Your tits would be so full with milk, so heavy and big. Just like your belly-fuck-fuck, I’m gonna fill you so good”, he moaned, leaning down to kiss you passionately, his tongue exploring your mouth.

He let go of your breasts, his hand then sliding down to your core, rubbing your swollen clit. “Come for me Sweetheart, I wanna feel you squeeze my cock.” Andy thrusted deep into you when he felt his own orgasm approach in the same time as yours flooded over you, making you gasp his name quietly, your legs tightening around his waist.

Andy moaned into your neck, nibbling at your skin and marking you with small hickeys.

His seed was filling your pussy and leaking around his cock, as he still moved his hips in slow trusts, both of you moaning into each other's mouths as he leaned down to kiss you.

“My pretty baby. Gonna have you round and pregnant, for everyone to know how filthy you can be for daddy”, he mumbled, licking over your earlobe. “Gonna make you a mommy.”

You could feel a smile creeping onto your lips at the thought. Maybe it was the post orgasm bliss, or maybe you just realized you’d be ready to think about having a family on your own.

Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed this one shot! If so, some feedback would be very appreciated and motivating to write more☺️

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[slobber-teeth]

hiiii

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[stealingyourbones]

I offer you this smiling funky lil guy my dog found in exchange for the next DPxDC AU that you think of

!!!!!

Ookokokok

I saw your username and my brain stuck on the word ‘frost’ and settin a ten minute timer to write something off the top of the dome here we go:

Mk so the Talons in the Court of Owls get put into a like ‘body shut off until next mission cryosleep’ sort of deal when exposed to batshit insane levels of cold.

Bats are about to be overrun by Talons when suddenly the temperature starts to drop very rapidly. Talons start to slow. The Bats are somehow protected from the cold from some means that they do not know.

Within seconds, the temp drop just… stops.

A blinding flash of green/blue light around the Talons make the Bats avert their eyes.

When the light dissipates, they see every single Talon frozen in this strange prismatic ice.

“You guys ok?”

Their attention snaps away from their frozen foes. The voice echoes eerily through out the structure surrounding them. The source impossible to locate.

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Andddddddd…. Ten minutes are up! Hope u enjoy this little Drabble prompt thing homie :D

[ggukkieland]

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No Harm List @crazy4myself​​ - JJK | 93.5k+ | Mafia AU, Gang AU, Slow Burn | A, F [10/?]

Normal Kind of Love @/yoontaethings - JJK | 2.5k+ | Actor AU, Exes AU, Enemies to Lovers | A (so far) [1/?]

Open When @iluv-hobi​​ - JJK | drabble series, 2.6k | idol au, established relationship, epistolary | F ~ [2/?]

Picture Perfect @cosmoguk​​ - JJK | 5k+ | parents AU, exes AU (divorced) | A, F | [1/?]

Sleepyhead series @jkstompers​​ - JJK  | 18.2k+ | College AU, Seatmates AU, Crush AU (lol is there such a thing) | F, S

Sleepyhead - “you fall asleep during class next to the uni heart throb jeon jungkook, will you fall in love as well?” 1.8wc

Just to Study - “your seat partner asks if you’re free after class, just to study.” 7.4wc

Passing Notes - “a year of crushing and jungkook’s finally asked you out on a proper date.” 9k wc

Supermodel @koogalore​​ - JJK | 10K+ | Exes AU, infidelity AU, Jungkook is a jerk, Curvy!Reader, talks of body image | S, A [3/?]

The Realm @nottodayjjk​​ - JJK | 3.5k+ | Mystery, Fantasy, OC wakes up in a dark place not knowing where she is, afterlife feels | A [3/?]

The Weeping @themfchase​​ - JJK | 6k+ | Medieval, Dystopian, War, Fantasy AU, Romance, angels/demons | A [1/?]

Wasteland @iridescentjin​ - JJK | 4.5k+ | Sci-Fi AU, Post-Apocalyptic AU, isolation | A (so far) [1/?]

Your Love’s the Only Hoax I Believe In @sparklingchim​​ - JJK | 12.7k+ | College AU, Fuckboy AU, FWB AU, Tutor AU, Unrequited Love | A, S [2/3]

🌹 Yoongi

Birthday Girl @btsarmy9593​​ - MYG | 22K+ | one night stand AU, Noona AU, Professor!Reader, Post Grad AU | F, S [5/?]

Daechwita @/jinings (temp deact) - MYG | 20k+ | servant!yoongi - king!yoongi, princess!reader, period drama, Historical AU | All that Yoongi knows is that King Park must be killed- he just didn’t plan falling in love with his daughter along the way. | A, F, eventual S [2/?]

Silent Dreams @starlightauroras-writes​​ - MYG | 5.7k+ | Best Friend AU, sleeptalking OC while dreaming dirty thoughts about her best friend | S, F [1/?]

🌹 Multi/OT7

Holy Trinity @koyalov​​ - JJK x KTH x PJM | 9k+ | FWB AU, infidelity AU (other woman), Rockstar AU, Band AU, Bestfriend!Jungkook, FWB with other maknaes (yes it’s complicated) | A, S  [1/?]

Playmates @scribblemetae​ - OT7 | 22.6k+ | Idol AU, Sex Worker AU, Strangers to Lovers | S [2/?]

Roses @heejinnien​ - OT7 | 12.7k+ | Crime AU, Mystery, Horror, OC becomes target of the unsub | A [4/?]

by Author

Foxymoxy [AO3] - (JJK)  been following this author since last year (A Sea of Indigo, Hybrid AU) and her fics are amazing. Currently subscribed to these three (out of four) fics which get updated weekly:  🌷

Meadow (Wolf, Shifter AU, Arranged Marriage)

Amended (Arranged Marriage, Fake Marriage, Police Office AU, Childhood Friends, Enemies to Lovers)

Lowlander (Fantasy AU, Enemies to Lovers, Fighter Jungkook)

@jimlingss​ Drabbles 2021

Three Peas in a Pod || Fluff || Namjoon || Single Dad!AU 🌷

Suspended, Seduced, Surprised! || Fluff || Jungkook || E2L

Lotus Blooms in Mud || Angst || Jimin || Historical!AU

Buttering Up || Fluff || Yoongi || Chef!AU

The Office Trip to Pound Town || Smut, Fluff || Taehyung 🌷

Snow White and the Park Ranger || Fluff || Seokjin 🌷

Humdrum Amore || Fluff || Hoseok 🌷

Awaken Again || Angst, Fluff || Namjoon || Sci-Fi!AU 🌷

The Soulmate Gift || Angst, Fluff || Yoongi || Soulmate!AU

Floof’s Tail || Fluff || Jimin || Hybrid!AU 🌷

Take What Isn’t Mine || Smut, Angst || Jungkook

Crocodile Tears || Fluff || Hoseok || Pirate!AU 🌷

🥕[Completed Fics/Series]

Namjoon

Little Red @/bloomsuga - one shot | 22.5k | Werewolf AU, got lost in the woods, inspired by Little Red Riding Hood | S, F, A

Pheromones @rmnamjoons​​ - one shot | 17.5k | Spaceship Captain!Namjoon, Botanist!Reader, Sci Fi AU, Pining | S, F, A 🌷

Stuttering @moonlightchildz​​ - one shot | 11.6k | Tutor AU, Underground Rapper, College AU, Secret Identity | F, S  🌷

There’s a Fly in My Soup @sahmfanficbts​​ - drabble | 1.8k | Cafe Owner x Customer!Namjoon, Cafe AU, Strangers to Lovers, Crack  | F, A (in form of one very stressed OC) 🌷

You’ve Got a Friend in Me @wwilloww​​ - one shot | 3k | Bestfriend AU, Roommate AU, interesting idea to reduce stress levels | S 🌷

Seokjin

All I Ever Wanted @hayjeon​ - one shot | 10k | Teacher AU, Enemies to Lovers AU | F, S 🌷

Voicemail @joonary​​ - one shot | 7k | College Podcast AU, Friends to Lovers, Pining, Bestfriend AU | F (💕fluffy day reblog)  🌷

What Made Us Feel Human @joonsgalaxy​​ - drabble | 2.3k | Neighbor AU, thought neighbor’s noise is due to sex but it’s something else, Crack | F 🌷

Yoongi

Accidents @jungxk​​ - drabble 2.4k | Dad AU, Comedy | F (💕fluffy day reblog)🌷

Are You Still With Him @/joonsgalaxy - drabble | 1.7k | Roommate AU, Producer AU, Friends to Lovers, secret pining, use of song lyrics in the fic | F (I really love how it made use of different song lyrics in the story) 🌷

Avec Mes Souvenirs @palpitate-hyperventilate - one shot | 3.5k | Nikita!AU, Assassin AU, Trainer Yoongi | A

Dad Yoongi + Pawful Experience by obiwrites (through reblogs of her old posts) - drabble | 2.1k | Husband AU, Dad AU, presence of Holly and one resistant Yoongi | F (ugh this is the cutest) 🌷

Earn It @sugasbabiie​​ - one shot | 5k | College AU, Professor AU, PWP,  PLOT TWIST! | S, A 🌷

Hidden Stars @jungblue - series [5/5] | 37.3k | Idol AU, Love Triangle, some reference to infidelity | A, F, S  (a reblog of old faves) 🌷

In Character @kookingtae​​ - one shot | 5.7k | Pornstar AU, “actor au where yoongi plays a burglar who breaks into your house and has his way with you.” | S 🌷

Listen Closely @avveh​​ - one shot | 12.2k | Office AU, Coworker AU, accidently received a recording of Yoongi 🌶🥵💦 | S (reblog) 🌷

Love Language @gukslut​​ - one shot | 5.3k | Established Relationship, use of the Love Language concept | A, S, F (reblog) 🌷

Overstayed Welcome @kaep-jjjang - one shot | 7k | secret crush on yoongi, yoongi to the rescue when a one night stand won’t leave, friends to lovers | S

Selfish @write-this-way-please - two shot [2/2, sort of discontinued] | 3.8k | Coffee Shop AU, kinda hated each other, then a bit of surprise by end of Part 1 | Part 2 feat Namjoon | S, A

Slip @kinglykook​​ - one shot | 5.2k | Roommate AU, Enemies (kinda), OC slipped | S (a rediscovered fic 🤩) 🌷

Tsundere @dovechim​​ - one shot | 11.2k | College AU, Resident Advisor | S, A (a reblog) 🌷

Hoseok

To The Beat of My Heart @jeonggukingdom​​​​ - one shot | 7.2k | Dancer AU, use of mirror 🥵💦| S, pwp 🌷

Written on Our Veins @army-author​​​ - two shot [2/2] | 33.2k | Soulmate AU (💕heart day reblog) 🌷

This is Not a Love Story @sincerelyourfangirl - one shot | 8.7k | breakup au, infidelity, but happy ending for OC | A 🌷

Jimin

Cordially Jimin @kpopfanfictrash​ - one shot | 6.1k | Office AU, Epistolary (through correspondence), Humor | F (💕fluffy day reblog) 🌷

Saturday Mornings @craztextae​ ​ - drabble | 2.2k | Pining AU, Strangers to Lovers(?), Plot Twist! | S 🌷

Girls Like You [Don’t] Run Around with Guys Like Me @ktheist​ - one shot | 4k | popular!reader x shy!jimin, Rich Kids AU, FWB AU, College AU, ends as CEO (PJM) and Racer (OC) | A, F

Taehyung

A Letter in Roses @artaefact​​  - one shot | 8k | Husband AU, CEO AU, appearance of Yeontan | F, implied S

A Timely Malfunction @/joonsgalaxy - drabble | 2.9k | time travel, friends to lovers, prompt:  “What? No, I never said that.” | F

College FWB Drabble + PDA + Miscomm @yukheii - drabble | FWB AU, College AU | F (seriously this is super cute) 🌷

Handsy @jinned​​​ - one shot | 3.7k | Roommate AU, Bestfriend AU, Childhood Friends AU, Pining | taehyung helps her during time of need | S, F 🌷

Hold Still @/joonsgalaxy - drabble | 2.1k | CEO AU, use of flashlight 🙈 | S, pwp ( I’ll Never look at flashlights 🔦 the same way again)

Not Even Close @lovetrivia​​ - drabble | a powerful 600 wc | enemies to lovers, college au, hookups | S, pwp, A 🌷

Of Mages and Swords @masterninjacow​​ - one shot | 40k | Fantasy AU, King Arthur AU, Royalty AU, Action, Romance | A, F 🌷 #holygrailfic

Potent But Not Real @whatifyoulivelikethat​ - one shot | 5k | Assassin AU, Office Worker Taehyung | S, A

Talk Slow @writtenwhalien​​ - one shot | 6.4k | brother’s best friend, Exes AU, never have I ever game | A, S, F

The Temp @jkeuphoriadreamland​​ - one shot | 8.2k | Enemies to Lover, CEO AU, Taehyung has arranged marriage with someone else (headed for divorce) | S, F 🌷

Jungkook

gets a separate post due to too many fic reblogs 😬 (see link below for PART 2)

I love to read so feel free to recommend a fic posted: 2021 March 24 link to other reading lists  | Mar Part 2

[vnyverse]

I go by vyny online (not my real name), am 18, attending uni, so no promises or anything on regular updates.

What I write: shirt smut drabbles, sfw and nsfw drabbles for idols 18 and above in international age. GGs only

Kinks I’m not writing/ unfamiliar with:

noncon/dubcon, incest/stepcest , watersports, a/b/o dynamics, scat, Member x member

Kinks I’m okay with writing: somnophilia, bondage, temp play, role play, dacryphilia

Ofc I’m not very learned on kinks so you can try sending in anything else not on the lists.

Again, minors and men please dni

I’m always here to talk and give out my opinion on what anyone is going through so don’t hesitate sending lil updates about life :)

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mine — hell lore

today’s prompt is literal hell, so i thought i’d talk about how hell is in my demon series! i’m so smart :) /s

demons — not all demons are born in hell, but some are. there is one main difference between hell-born demons (demons who were born in hell) and sinners (dead humans who ended up in hell due to their sins): their horns. hell-born demons have them, sinners don’t! other than that there are no physical differences. they have the same lifespan of about 5,000 years and everything :)

travel between realms — both angels and demons can live on earth in human disguises. most of them do. mine, the series, takes place in the human world! but demons can’t visit heaven and angels can’t visit hell, it’s an instant death for anyone who tries.

heat — hell is hot. we know this. but how hot? in my lore, demons have an average body temp of about 70°C (158°F), and hell’s average temp is about 50°C (122°F). there are hotter and cooler areas of hell. the hottest district is about 120°C (248°F), and the coolest is 25°C (77°F), which is considered unbelievably cold.

the war — that is a very ominous title, but basically: demons and angels had a massive war thousands of years ago. the demons started it and lost, and the demon race as a whole was punished for it. that punishment is that an angel’s touch is painful to demons, causing burns and rashes. knives and bullets coated in an angel’s blood are some of the only sure fire ways to kill a demon.

me after posting series lore when i can’t think of any drabble ideas or just don’t wanna write /hj /pos (also @augustwritingchallenge)

general taglist: @whumpsday

[newhorizonsxiv]

Branded on Her Heart

*Pre-drabble context: During the time this was originally written, Lyneth belonged to an RP group with an odd manifestation of a sort of Echo which caused them to share dreams. Some of these dreams were written to be very dream like. Some were just standard backstory drabbles that people could experience as vivid dreams. Mostly this was a convenient way to allow people to experience the writing of other members in character if they wished to and react to the information they learned there. So all the bits of this drabble that talk about it as a dream you, the reader, are having can be ignored now but I like the flow they give the story so they’ve stayed in.*

The chill of a desert night snaps this dream into focus.

A ragged group of children shiver at the edge of a flickering pool of torchlight, the smallest trying to hide behind the legs of the lone male who stands with ears pressed back and tail thrashing. Lyneth studies him from her perch on an overhanging rock; dark hair, brown skin, the glint of gold from his eyes as the light hits them. He's not much older than she.

"Please.." the boy says through parched and cracked lips, ".. I'll go, but let the others stay. They will work for their share. They can.." He sways on his feet, dry tongue sticking to the roof of his mouth, choking off words.

Lyneth looks to her sire, towering over the strangers. Those hard eyes are hidden in shadow, no reading his emotions or intentions. She feels Lhathus shift on the rock beside her, sees his grip on their perch tighten, knuckles white with tension. There is a general murmuring and shuffling of feet amongst the huntresses until J'khal Nuhn raises his hand, stilling and silencing the crowd.

"You will all stay." The tone brooks no argument though his gaze, when he steps into the torchlight around the huddled children, is soft and kind. Lyneth feels a sudden surge of jealousy that she is ashamed of the moment it rises. She watches the Nuhn kneel to fill a cup with water from the spring. The boy tenses, but remains still, those striking eyes awash with confusion, doubt, and now.. the tiniest flicker of hope.

When Khal hands him the cup he hesitates only a moment before taking it, mouthing thanks as he takes no water for himself but passes it immediately to the child beside him. A single sip is taken before the cup is passed on and it is empty by the time it returns to his hands again. As the cup is silently returned to Khal’s hand, the barest edge of a smile tugs at the Nuhn's lips. "What is your name, boy?"

On the ledge, Lyneth mouths the name along with him. A hiss, a breath, a hum at the close. Sweet on her tongue. Branded on her heart.

"Shihan."

"You should have left that one to the wilds, Khal. Too strong. Too handsome. A threat in waiting." J'haiaja's hiss cuts across the dream, rippling it into darkness.

"How many malms to the mountains, Haiaja?" J'khal Nuhn answers evenly. "And all those little ones still living? I'll take my doom smiling if it leaves the tribe in such hands."

Light and heat hit together. Too much of both. Blinding on the dunes.

Shihan stands with his arms folded. He is older now. Wearing a hunter's leathers and an expression of seething scorn.

"You left your post. Left the flank exposed."

"And won the game," Lyneth shoots back smoothly, quite pleased with herself, facing the withering heat of Shihan's anger with a grin.

"By ignoring the entire strategy we agreed upon," the Tia's voice pitches upwards, anger crackling around the edges of his usual tight control. "If their scouts had come along the western hill-"

"But they didn't. And Lyneth and I got their flag. And we won." Lhathus' retort is delivered with sing-song lightness, only making that anger in Shihan's eyes flash hotter.

"You charged in blind. You ignored the plan. Your recklessness could have-"

"Your plan had a hundred different little ways it could have gone wrong," Lyneth waves his argument away flippantly. "Ours only had the one."

Shihan rubs at his temples. "Yes. That is precisely my point. A single gaping wound will kill much faster than-"

"Who decided you were in charge of everything anyway, Q'shihan?" Lhathus puts heavy emphasis on the Key in front of the name, an appellation Shihan had long since dropped in favor of his adopted tribe's Jah. The reminder of Shihan's outsider status and the tribe he'd lost seems to hit him like a punch to the gut and he falls silent, expression confused and hurt for a flash before his lips tighten to thin white lines of rage.

Lyneth is mid-step to place herself between the two when J'khal Nuhn's voice booms across the sands and spins the whole gathering into focused attention. The Nuhn has finished pairing the losing team. They trail behind him two by two save for the eldest among them, the defeated team leader, Dhaen. She hangs to the back alone, shooting a scowl at the Tia whose blade caught her by surprise and took her out of the match before she'd scored a single kill. Lhathus winks, earning a sharp look from the Nuhn.

"We have watched you this day," Khal begins, gesturing to the council of elder huntresses lined up on the hill overlooking the games. "Each one of you have strengths to offer to the tribe. Each one of you have weaknesses that will drag you down without another's strength to act as balance. From this day you will have that balance. A counter to your weakness, an imbalance your strength will steady. Acting together, you cannot fall." His eyes sweep across the line of tense, expectant youth before settling on his youngest daughter. "Lyneth," he says softly.

She steps forward, trying to control the nervous thrashing of her tail. This moment is solemn. Sacred. The partner he chooses for her will be her constant companion. They will hunt together, train together, learn to act as one without thought. She casts a single glance back at her brother. Pairing a Tia with a huntress was not unheard of if they were siblings. And they had won the day as a duo, after all. The wish flutters in her chest through the squirming eternity before Khal's gaze drops from her and moves to... "Shihan."

Lyneth clamps her lips tight around a cry of protest only to find it escaping from Lhathus instead. "What? No! We won! He just stood there.." The Nuhn's steely gaze snaps onto his son and drives him to stammering silence.

"You won on luck," Khal says, turning to direct the words at Lyneth, leaving the reprimanded Tia to seethe. "Luck runs out. But.." and here his eyes lift to Shihan. "Even the best of plans will fail if you cannot act on unforeseen opportunities. Strategy." A nod at the Tia. "And improvisation." A smile for his daughter. "Joined as one, you will be a force to fear. Insurmountable."

Darkness.

"Azeyma's arse... just abdicate in his bloody favor already."

"Dhaen.." The Nuhn's voice sounds more tired than angry. "With Lhathus."

And light.

"Stop rushing ahead!" Shihan snaps irritably for what must be the tenth time this bell. "You’re going to startle any game before we reach it."

"Right," Lyneth shoots back testily. "My rushing will do that. Your shouting will be blameless, I'm sure."

Shihan glares at her. "This isn't a race, it's a hunt. You don't get a prize for beating me to the prey. Not that we've even seen any.."

Lyneth spins on her heel, causing Shihan to stumble back onto his rump to avoid colliding with her. "And that's my fault as well, of course! Like everything apparently is. Because one of your brilliant, perfect plans could never be wrong. The spring that was here last season didn't dry up and leave animals no reason to come here. No no. Lyneth is just making too much noise!"

"Well, now she certainly is," Shihan says drily as he hauls himself back to his feet, too absorbed in dusting himself off to notice the slight shifting of sand beneath them, the low but steadily building rumble.

Lyneth misses neither, nor the likely cause of both. She moves without thinking, hurling herself at the insufferable Tia, knocking him back to the ground and clear of the fountain of sand that erupts from the spot he'd been standing and the ring of horrible teeth filling the hole beneath it.

The worm is massive. A roaring column of chitin and undulating muscle surging out of the sand. The one clear shot at the soft underbelly is lost in the scramble back to her feet and Lyneth stares at the thing in horror as that hideous head swings in her direction, following the movement. The armor is far too thick for arrows to pierce, but she tries anyway, aiming for the softer bits around that gnashing maw. The bolt bounces off a tooth and she hisses a curse under her breath, readying herself for the charge she both knows is coming and that she will not be quick enough to avoid.

It doesn't come. Shihan's shoulder bag, still loaded down with three days worth of camping kit, hits the side of the worm's head and turns it sharply to the side, intent on new prey. The dark-haired Tia readies his spear. It won't be enough. Not from that angle. Lyneth has seen other huntresses lose a spear in the maw of a worm, and the arm holding it soon after. There's no time for a warning but she spots something as the worm turns, a gap in its segmented armor, just behind the head, opened for the instant of the turn. Yes. That will do.

She casts the bow aside and draws the skinning knife from the sheath in her boot before breaking into a sprint. She hits the worm at a run, dragging the small blade down the exposed flesh between chitin and jaw. She strikes nothing vital and contact with one of those snapping mandibles jerks the weapon from her grip almost instantly. But it's enough. The beast swings its head around again to this new, closer and more immediately annoying morsel and opens that gap for Shihan's spear.

Lyneth dives clear of the flailing worm as it falls, though a shooting pain above her knee warns that she didn't clear those thrashing leg hooks quite quickly enough. Her own leg will take no weight when she tries to roll back to her feet, so she stays on the ground staring at the impossible bulk of the dead worm and hearing nothing but her own pulse racing in her ears. Shihan calls her name three times before she notices and turns to find him pale and shaking, sinking to the sand at her side.

"Warden's Grace.." he whispers. "What if I had missed?"

"But you didn't," she replies, voice squeaking and shaky as the tension high abates. "And we won."

Shihan shakes his head with a breathless laugh. "Insurmountable..."

A helpless round of hysterical giggling meets the word, the hunters leaning on each other's shoulders through the laughter and the tears that follow it and the silence that comes after both.

"Insurmountable," Lyneth whispers. "Partner."

Stars overhead. The smell of campfire smoke.

"Am I imagining things, Shihan or does the moon look closer tonight than it was last eve?"

"If you think I'm going to stay awake to chatter at you through your watch, Lyneth you're going to be very disappointed."

The smoke becomes choking, caustic, and filled with the sounds of desperate combat.

Lyneth feels Shihan's back tense against hers and her feet start to move, matching his turn, keeping them back to back even as she looses one arrow and draws another. The bolt strikes the amalj'aa warrior in the shoulder but does not slow his charge. She takes a spinning side-step of her own and Shihan moves with her, spear at the ready to gut the enemy as he falls upon them and her second arrow lodges in the beastman's throat. The Amalj'aa are falling back. As the victory shouts of the tribe rise up around them, she meets her hunting partner's amber eyes and laughs and laughs.

The image swirls into warm darkness. A mouth presses hesitantly against yours, hot breath as Shihan whispers, "You are so lovely..." The taste of his tongue as it parts your lips. The dream stretches taut and snaps, tumbling the dreamer into waking.. or into another dream.

[owo-shenanigans]

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Hall of Fame (Current fav post): Hajime, Ibuki, Korekiyo x Ultimate Love Interest Reader

Mukuro Ikusaba sprite art created by https://shinjiroaragaki.tumblr.com/ ! Go give them a visit because their sprites are honestly great.

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Unless otherwise specified, I most often write in the non-despair au.

When writing for Peko or Fuyuhiko, the other will likely show up because Peko is his bodyguard. I’m not saying it’s a poly relationship but like. That will be a thing lmao

Feel free to specify personality or Ultimate in your request, even if it’s not related to the main request.

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Danganronpa Blacklist ;

Teruteru Hanamura

Miu Iruma

Hiyoko, Himiko, or Ryoma in a romantic way- they just feel too much like children to me.

Izuru Kamakura (I don't know his personality at all, and I don't feel confident in writing him.)

Gonta Gokuhara

I won't say don't send in stupid Ultimates because that's very restrictive and I like thinking of how exactly it works, but also don't request Ultimate Hope I will fucking bite you

Angie's religion- Atua is named after a real cultures God, or their name for gods, and I don't feel comfortable writing about it at the moment. I will write for Angie, I just won't write anything that centers on her religion.

Pregame for V3 - as there are no canonical personalities, I don't feel like coming up with them.

Any of the UDG characters (though I will be playing the game soon!)

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SHIPS I WON'T WRITE -

Any Kokichi ships except for Oumatsu just because he's such an asshole to everyone after chapter one she's the only one he's not horrible to

Tenko x men - y'all know why.

Makoto x Mukuro

Sonia x Kazuichi

Sonia x Gundham

Overall, I probably won't write a drabble or ficlet unless I love the ship, but I am willing to write headcanons for them.

[sofia-gothicquirks]

DAY THREE : CROWN + Boots, Lizzie and Nerissa

(Years after, Boots finds the crown she was wearing during "Marks of Secret" again. )

Thanks to @oneunexpected for her drabble on Lizzie and Nerissa some weeks ago that inspired me to write more about their friendship and weird girl solidarity :) .

Read on Ao3

Hey folks! Here's the last chapter I am going to publish those next few days ( as I am on vacations I will publish the last 4 ones when I come back.) @tucweek

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On the Underland princesses

Margaret finds the crown in one of the family’s drawers that day, as she waits for dinner in the old room she used to share with her grandma and her sister. It is worn and colourless, its scent from a childhood long forgotten. When she was not sixteen-year old Maggie, waiting to go to the second year of high school, dating a girl for the first time, jumbling between homework, and aiding her family’s with the continuously disastrous financial situation.

But that crown. It is also not a pretty thing; she could even tell by its look that it had belonged to one of those big toy shops where her family would sometimes buy her cheap plastic disguises on special occasions, when she was younger. When she was just Boots.

“You were a Princess,” someone whispers, in a voice frail and soft. “And so was I.”

Maggie’s head jerks up toward her room’s entry. The young woman standing at the fence of the door, steady but timid, is someone she loves dearly. No older than twenty-two, Lizzie looks self-assured and dead-serious but it is the slight tremor of her hands that tell Maggie memories of another time are resurging in her sister’s mind. The Underland.

She doesn’t remember nor does she understand it well. But she knows it has left its horrors on them all.

“We were princesses and heroines, weren’t we? We still are,” she smiles, inviting her sister to join her in the cracked bed she is sitting on. “The very best of them, it seems.”

Maggie doesn’t remember all, but she remembers that for all the  nightmares it gives her family, there are still some fond memories of that place, that time in their lives. And so, she feels less guilty to admit she actually enjoys hearing about it. Striving to catch images of Temp, and Ares and her brother’s younger smile.

She yelps when Lizzie’s hands come striking her messy dark curls in an attempt to soothe her. “Are you actually nervous about next year, little bean?”

Maggie knows they both obviously are, in their own different ways. But she only blushes a little when she answers, “Not much. You are doing super great at Uni since you’re the most intelligent girl ever, Gregor’s coming visit soon and I have Daniella to help me at school. It’s all great. “

Her sister scoffs. “You’re a big girl,” she says and then her eyes flash to the crown Maggie’s still clutching in her hands. There is a special kind of melancholy in her expression when she utters, “Do you still remember Nerissa?”

It is out of conversation, but Maggie is used to it with her sister. “Not much,” she says. “Not at all.”

Lizzie’s smile saddens a little. “She was a princess too. And a friend of mine. She felt out of place where she was, but she loved her tiny family very much.”

That princess must have understood Lizzie more than most then, Maggie thinks. She clings to the little ugly crown. It holds so many, such unbelievable and fond memories. She knows, that princess from a very far-away country must have touched it at least once, when they all were down there. Sheer excitement and wonder run through it and unto her veins as Lizzie keeps telling her story.

“And once she told me something that I never forgot. It is my last memory of her,” Lizzie continues, taking the crown from Maggie’s hands with a gentle touch. “I was terrified of leaving the Underland and all the people I met there, but I wanted to get home so very hard too.”

Maggie does not dare to breathe for a moment. “I know,” she whispers on her sister’s ear then. “I know.”

She feels Lizzie small hand going through her hair again, asserting the petite crown high in her head. She goes to the door then, with a kiss on the cheek before Maggie even remembers how to breathe again.

This might have been the single most personal instant she has shared with her sister in years.

“She told me to remember how unique we were. How special,” Lizzie says as she leaves. “How even if people thought the two of us weak, we were so courageous for being ourselves each day. She told me to walk like the royalty I was.”

Maggie winks, a hand keeping the crown from falling. “I figure you are certain next year will go great then?”

“How could I not ? We have survived worse. I am the proud sister of the cockroaches’ princess after all. “

And they both are laughing when Maggie throws a pillow back at Lizzie, and at the dinner table when they share funny looks, uncaring of their parents inquisitive eyes.

That plastic crown studded with fake jewels ; it was not just an old thing from a childhood she was nostalgic of. It was a scarred broken thing, but a surviving one. And it was still okay.

Like Margaret and her family were, and would be.

[sincerelyreidburke]

OC taddy masterpost!!!!!

Are you, as I am, struggling to cope with the end? Do you feel like shedding a tear? Are you going to miss omgcp so much?…………..

Yeah, me too.

BUT.

*Danny Devito voice* Can I offer you some tadpoles in this trying time?

From the studio that brought you love finds you and its expanded universe (aka myself and @hockeysometimes shouting at each other via text)………………. it’s time for the OC Class of 2021 tadpoles I promised I’d tell you about the other day!!!!

(By popular demand.)

FIRST UP!

Sebastián “Nando” Hernandez

Position: Defense

Jersey number: 43

Hometown: Tempe, Arizona

So the other day, I wrote this drabble from Nando’s point of view, because I just wanted an excuse to write some soft nurseydex shit involving one of the taddies. Nando is my sweet child and I would die for him. All of this started because hockeysometimes and I were talking about the frogs’ senior year and I was like, you know, there should be a baby gay freshman when Nursey and Dex are seniors, and then they love and cherish him like their child.

Thus: Nando. A good boy, and a soft one, even though he’s like 6′3 and a tank. He lives with his mama and his two little sisters, and they’re his whole entire world. He and Whiskey also definitely know each other, because I feel like it’s hard not to when you’re close in age and both play hockey in such a non-hockey-fixated area. (I know we don’t technically have confirmation that Whiskey lives in the Phoenix metro area, but stay with me.)

Nando is soft in that he wears his emotions on his sleeve, because he grew up in a family environment that fostered healthy emotional processing. (What a concept!) But he’s also very much a frat bro. He will get turned the fuck up at kegsters because he feels like having a good time. I would say Nando Patrol, but Nando doesn’t even really disappear; he’ll throw down his awful dance moves and questionable singing right in plain sight. Where Nursey will climb on the roof, Nando will just shout into a megaphone.

Nando is also gay, and at first he has a little trouble reconciling that with the fact that he’s about to play college hockey. Even though he’s been following Samwell in the news, and has been so inspired by Bitty and the legacy of LGBT athleticism at the school (that’s definitely one of the main reasons he chose Samwell in the first place), he has that fear because it’s been with him in hockey all his life. It quickly dissolves once he arrives to campus and realizes what a welcoming environment he’s gotten himself into. He and Tango get on like wildfire.

He studies sociology, gets quickly addicted to Annie’s, and calls his mama every day. Nursey wants to adopt him.

NEXT!

Remy “Touille” Tremblay

Position: Center

Jersey number: 20

Hometown: Quebec City, Quebec

First, of all, YES. That nickname comes from exactly the place you think it does. Pronounced “too-ie”. It happens like this:

(First night of preseason, in the bungalow. Mid-Frog pile.)

Nursey: I can’t believe we have a freshman named Remy.

Chowder: Like from Ratatouille!

Nursey: ............ We should call him Ratatouille.

Dex: No.

Chowder: YEAH!

Dex: Absolutely not.

Chowder: But Deeeeeexxxx, Ratatouille is a swawesome nickname!

Dex: No, it’s not. If I showed up at college and my teammates immediately started calling me Ratatouille, I would transfer immediately.

Nursey: Chyeah, because you’re lame.

Dex: We are not calling him Ratatouille.

Nursey: Boooo. You suck.

Chowder: C’mon, Dex! It’ll be fun!

Dex: No.

Nursey: We should put it up to a vote.

Dex: You can’t do that.

Nursey: Who says?

Dex: The bylaws.

Nursey: There’s no bylaw that says that.

Dex: Well, I’m making one. I’m invoking my captain’s privileges.

Nursey: Well, I’m rescinding my vote for your captaincy.

Chowder: Impeach Dex 2k17.

Dex: I hate both of you.

Chowder: :O

Chowder: :(((

Dex: Sorry, Chowder. I meant mostly Derek.

Chowder: :D

Nursey: 😘

Dex: >:(

Nursey:

Chowder:

Dex:

Chowder: What about Touille for short?

Nursey: (Huge celly.) YES! C, you’re a genius.

Chowder: I’m texting the group chat.

Dex: Jesus Christ, this poor freshman.

So there we have it. This poor child. I don’t accept constructive criticism and neither do Nursey and Chowder.

Touille is French-Canadian as fuck. That is the first thing you need to know. He definitely lives in a super old, nice townhouse in Old Quebec. His dad owns a tourist-trap crêperie where Touille works in the summers, and his mom is a nurse at the local hospital. He’s an only child, but his mémé, his maternal grandmother, lives with them, and Touille spends a good deal of time with her. She’s definitely like ninety years old, and speaks no English.

He scores a lot, and he’s smallish— not Bitty small, but his playing is definitely more about skill than physicality. He doesn’t brood, but he judges you in French. He’s never exactly a grouch, but he isn’t a morning person, so if you try to talk to him at morning practice it’s unlikely that you’re getting through to him.

And while he’s not exactly shy, but he’s more on the introverted side as far as frat bros go. He definitely did a year or so of juniors before college. He came to America school to play ice sport and also to have a good time. He definitely wheels a lot of girls, because they fall for his accent and also want to steal his varsity jacket.

(He never lets them.)

He majors in history, and could definitely go on to play professionally, like all good prodigal French-Canadian children. I’m realizing as I’m writing this that I’m sort of making him sound like a discount Jack, but please understand that a.) he doesn’t come from a hockey empire, b.) he doesn’t come from money at all, and c.) he doesn’t stuggle with any kind of mental illness. He just wants to hang out with his mémé, score goals, and learn about the French Revolution.

And last up!

Ben “Rhodey” Shaley

Position: Goal

Jersey number: 6

Hometown: Providence, Rhode Island

Ben’s nickname is Rhodey because he literally makes being from Rhode Island into a personality trait. You laugh, but this is a real thing. Hockeysometimes said he’s like Chowder with the Sharks, but with the Falcs, so I feel like that’s all you really need to know about Rhodey. (I jest. I’ll say more.) At some point during his SMH career, he definitely gets to meet a handful of the Falcs, and possibly passes out.

As a goalie, Rhodey is precious by default, but he’s also... a frat bro, and that’s dangerous. He and Nando are roommates their freshman year, and probably also in the years following, and the two of them at kegsters can get unhinged. Rhodey can and will dance with enough drinks in his system, and it’s bad. The playing of the Cha Cha Slide is permanently banned at Haus kegsters because of a particularly heinous incident in November of Rhodey and Nando’s freshman year.

Rhodey has always wanted to go to Samwell, because he grew up playing youth hockey in the area and therefore going to clinics there, and also because he has an uncle who’s a hockey alumnus. He comes from a big family— not Poindexter big, mind you, but he probably has about four siblings, including a younger brother who also plays hockey and a sister who comes to Samwell to play on the women’s team.

He and Nando are roommates and also best friends. He’s significantly more unhinged than Chowder but just as goalie-ish. He will fight, especially if someone is like, hey, man, Rhode Island is small and also sucks!!!!! Chowder feels the need to protect him. Also, he definitely gets Chowder’s dibs.

(Wait, that would be so soft, please picture Ford getting the dibs to the bungalow because Dex knows she covets that space, and then Rhodey gets Chowder’s and Nando gets Nursey’s and they’re hallmates and why am I crying in the club right now?)

As a freshman, Rhodey enters undeclared, but he ends up declaring a major in architecture. He’s probably going to live in Providence all his life, and he’s damn proud of it, thank you very much.

[pineapplesperhaps]

Oh shoot my internet was out most of the day today so I couldn’t check the tag for the drabbles you’ve already written! How about 30, 38, and 60 :D

Sorry this took so long!

So, I’m pretty sure I came up with this idea before 2x08 came out so that’s why,,,,, well you’ll see. I’ll probably write a second one with this prompt number eventually.

Also I’m low key obsessed with the main idea of this fic so I might make it a series in its own right.

Sorry if none of what I’m saying makes sense but hopefully it’ll make sense by the end of the ficlet lol.

38. “I like your laugh.”

Des gouttes de sang sur mon tablier. 

Bass rumbled through Kimiko’s body, travelling from the small speaker, through the table to where she rested her head on her crossed arms. She was completely still, save for her eyes which followed every movement of the creature in front of her.

The chameleon’s movements were slow. Calculated. Cautious. Bringing one two-toed hand over the other, he was making his way across the branch. 

Asami didn’t live in a cage or a tank. The thought of putting him in one had never even crossed Kimiko’s mind. Instead, he lived in an elaborate but comfortable collection of branches that were housed on a wooden table that Frenchie had made “fall-proof, even for cette curieuse petite créature.”

Asami reached his tiny green hand out towards the next branch that he had set his sights on - the one that hovered directly above the little speaker.

Frenchie’s music continued to play at a low volume.

Le temps c’est de l’argent, mets d’la coke dans ton sabiler.

The rough voices of French rappers had become familiar to Kimiko by now. The sounds that were once very foreign were now comforting. She thought Asami seemed to like the music too.

The reptile rocked back and forth ever so slightly as he made his next steps. Kimiko fancied his rocking was nearly in time with the beat of the song.

She let her cheek rest directly on the table, still looking up at the blue-green animal.

“Do you like your dad’s music?” she signed.

Asami’s round eyes moved to glance at the door.

“I’m back, Mon Coeur!”

Kimiko lifted her head and greeted Serge with a smile.

He set down two paper bags before shrugging off his green coat. 

“I brought Thai for us,”

He picked the bags back up and pressed a kiss to the top of Kimiko’s head before sitting down next to her. 

“And hornworms, for le petit.”

Kimiko took one bag from his hand as he began to empty the contents from the other.

“You spoil him.” Kimiko signed, shaking her head but unable to hide her smile.

“I suppose I do.” he mused as he held the worm in front of the chameleon.

He let out a small chuckle at the sight of Asami darting out his long tongue, somehow both speedy and cautious at the same time. 

When he was done eating his treat, Asami reached out and put his two little clawed “fingers” around Frenchie’s thumb.

“Would you look at that, Mon Coeur!” Serge said in amazement, a grin spreading across his face. “Petit Asami loves me!”

He laughed in delight, still gazing at the little creature.

Kimiko smiled too, although she wasn’t looking at her pet.

Few things ever made her happier than seeing the way Serge got caught up in the slightest things. She adored this joyful, almost innocent side of him - this side of him that only she ever got to see. She adored the way he laughed when only it was only the two of them together like this. She had never heard another sound as sweet and full of life as his laugh. There was nothing like it in the world.

Every day, she thought it was impossible for her to fall even more in love with him. And every day he proved her wrong.

She kissed his cheek, and he finally turned his attention away from Asami.

He looked surprised, although he hadn’t stopped smiling.

He opened his mouth to say something, but before he could, she kissed him again.

“I like your laugh.” she signed.

[tinabean37]

Hey! How are you? Is it ok if I made a request from the Disney prompt list? If it's possible, I'd love for you to make a drabble combining 7 (Mike Wazowsky) and 29 (Merida). If not, pick your favourite and let the muse run free. Oh, BTW, I love 'My Superman', any plans on keep running that one? Thank you so much in advance! All the love!

I got two similar requests, so I combined this one with:

And yes, I am planning on continuing “My Superman”, I am working on some requests before I get back to my WIPs. I am so glad you like the story. I will do my best to get the next chapter out soon. :) 

I hope you guys like this drabble. Feedback is always appreciated!

You can request your own prompt if you like too. The list is here.

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The Thief

Napoleon Solo x reader (This is my first time writing for Napoleon Solo, and I definitely had fun with it!)

Warnings: None that I can think of. Maybe some slight sexual harassment. 

The soft clink of the ice in your glass was drowned out by the voices of all the party guests surrounding you. Scanning around the crowd, you let out an excited gasp as you spotted your target across the room. You began to make your way over to the short, stocky man, swinging your hips to exaggerate your flirty ruse. When you got close, you sped up and feigned tripping on your heels, bumping into him, and spilling your drink on his coat. He spun towards you, with an angry look in his eye until he took you in. Just as you thought. You wore this skin-hugging violet dress on purpose. You knew how you looked in it, and how other men looked at you.

“Oh, sir; please forgive me. Too much champagne.” You lilted, batting your eyelashes at him like a schoolgirl. That was all it took for him to be smitten. “Please, let me help clean this up.” You didn’t wait for him to respond before you had a rag in hand, helping him dry the champagne off his suit. You actually heard him let out a soft moan while your hands were on him. What a creep. 

“Not a problem dear. How many other chances would I get to have a beautiful woman put her hands on me.” He gave you an almost predatory look, which made your skin crawl. When your lips curled into a smile, he mistook it, thinking it was meant for him. But, in fact, it was because your expertly sly fingers found what you were looking for unnoticed, tucked into his suit pocket. The key to the room where the auction items were kept. Before he could try to leach on to you, you gracefully excused yourself, feeling his eyes on you the whole time.

You quietly made your way out of the main room, so not to draw too much attention to yourself. You stealthily made your way down the hallway towards the door you knew held the item you were looking for. Once there, you looked around one more time to make sure there wasn’t anyone who would see you, as you used the key you apprehended from the greasy man upstairs. You darted inside and quietly closed the door. 

You scanned all the items on the tables and shelves. What you were looking for wasn't very large. Easy enough for you to carry out, concealed in your bag. What you didn't know, however, was that you weren't alone in that room. Well trained eyes watched you from a shadowed corner. Quiet as he could, he silently made his way over to you, asking a question directly in your ear. 

“So, what are we looking for?” he asked casually. Unable to stop yourself, you let out a muffled scream as you quickly put your hand over your mouth. How had this man gotten the drop on you? You turned quickly to face him and were met with the bluest eyes you had ever seen. His dark curls were slicked back, and he held the ghost of a smile on his perfect lips. If you weren’t so aggravated with him for scaring you and interrupting your mission, you would have relished in having someone like him so close. 

“I’m sorry, can I help you with something?” you snapped. 

“You look simply stunning in that dress. That color looks lovely with your eyes.” was his response. 

“Alright, if you won’t answer that question, how about this one. Who are you?” 

“Your perfume is quite intoxicating. L’Air du Temps, is it not?” Frustrated, you steadied yourself to tell this rude, but handsome, stranger to take a hike. However, you stopped when you noticed the priceless antique jewelry box that you came for sitting on a shelf, just a few feet from you. You didn’t even make it 2 steps towards the shelf when you were quickly pulled back and turned around by the stranger's rough grip on your arm. Your hand snapped up to slap him for his rough treatment of you, but he grabbed your other arm to stop the assault. You took a deep breath, and you laid into him. 

“What the hell are you doing? Who the hell are you? The longer we are in this room the higher the chance we get caught. You are going to ruin everything.” You spat. His piercing blue eyes were aggravatingly calm as he listened to your stream. 

“Miss y/l/n, this much anger will leave wrinkles on that beautiful face, and we can’t have that.” Your eyes widened first in shock, then narrowed in frustration. You did not like being a step behind. You told him as much. 

“Well, it seems like I am at a disadvantage. You appear to know me, but I have no idea who you are.”

“Oh, I know a great deal about you. Your name is y/f/n y/l/n. You were born in Hamburg, Germany to Military parents, and moved to France when you were in your teens. That is when you began your life of crime, starting small with shoplifting, then working your way up the line. Cars, artwork, and then priceless antiquities. Which I am guessing is why you are here tonight. Am I close?” You did your best to hide your shock. 

“So I see you’ve done your homework. I’m impressed, but I still don’t know who you are.”

“Former fellow tradesman turned opportunist. Napoleon Solo.” He said with almost a bow. Of course, you had heard of him. He was famous, or infamous. You weren’t quite sure yet. 

“Well well, Mr. Solo. You are quite the legend.”

“Legends are lessons, they ring with truth.” He replied with a cocky smile. 

“Yes, well, it was lovely to meet you, but I am here on business, and it is none of yours.” You turned on your heel and started back towards the shelf. Yet, once again, you were roughly grabbed and dragged back into the dark corner you had just vacated. Almost in reflex, your hand snapped up again, ready to strike when Napoleon once again grabbed it midair. 

“Please stop trying to slap me. I am also here on business. My team and I have intel that within one of these items, is hidden some sensitive information about our government that would be very dangerous in the wrong hands if you get my drift.”

“So, it’s true then. You have become a turncoat. Joined the Feds. Out to stop those you helped create. Very poor form.” You shot him a mocking frown, and he almost chuckled. 

“Sure, let's go with that. However, I meant what I said. I’m not sure what you think you are going to walk away with here, but please, leave this to me.” You thought about what he had told you for a moment. You had your eye on that jewelry box. The rumor was it once belonged to the royal family. You couldn’t let that slip through your fingers.

“Mr. Solo, I truly appreciate the situation you are in, but, I can’t find it in me to care.” You said just as smug as he did. Before he could grab you again, you sped to the shelf and grabbed the box. 

“Put that thing back where it came from or so help me!” His voice was stern, but before you could think, the door handle began to shake. Someone was coming in. Without hesitation, Napoleon took the three large strides to you, grabbed you close to him, and closed your lips in a kiss. At first, you wanted to push him away, what did he think he was doing? But then it hit you. This would be your cover as to why you were in here. So you went along with it. And the longer you held your ruse, the more you let yourself enjoy it. 

His lips moved expertly against yours. Your mouths molded together like a perfect masterpiece. Your arms moved to wrap around his neck, bringing him closer as his arms circled tighter around your waist. Lost in the moment you let yourself forget that this was just to keep up appearances, and you started to enjoy it. You traced his bottom lip with your tongue, his lips parting to meet your exploration with his own. The smell of this man was nothing compared to the taste of him. You could taste the brandy still, and it almost was as intoxicating as if you drank it yourself. But all too soon, the moment was gone when the men who were at the door saw the two of you. 

“Hey, you two can’t be in here.” You froze when you realized it was the greasy man from the other room that reprimanded both of you. Napoleon started this charade, you left it up to him to talk us out of it. You played the bashful woman, hiding your face in his shirt.

“Oh please, pardon us. We were just looking for a little...privacy.” He looked down at you and winked teasingly. You played along automatically because that impish look made you blush. “The door was unlocked so we let ourselves in. We couldn’t pass up the privacy and the dark if you know what I mean?” The two men that caught you shared a knowing look and offhand comment between the two of them. 

“I can understand that. A woman like that on your arm, I’d look for the darkest most private place myself.” It wasn’t just the statement made you really uncomfortable, it was the look and smile that accompanied it. You guessed Napoleon picked up on it as well because you felt him tense under your grip. His arm wrapped tighter around your waist, molding you as close as he could to him.

“Yes, well, please excuse us, we will find someplace else to continue this.” He led you both out of the room, making sure he was standing between you and the men in the doorway. Once you were out of the room, he kept walking you out of the building and into the parking lot. You tried to turn back around more than once, your job not yet done, but he wouldn’t release the grip he had on you. When you were far enough away from the building, you squirmed out of his grasp.

“What the hell are you doing? I need to go back there. I didn’t get what I came for?”

“You are not going back. I didn’t like the look of that guy. Plus…” Napoleon reached into his suit coat and took out the exact jewelry box you had come for. Your eyes went wide, and instinctively, you reached out for the item.

“You got it? Amazing. Let me have it, and I will be on my way.” He held tight to the box not giving you what you wanted.

“I can’t do that. Your target and my target have turned out to be the same.” Confused, you watched him open the box carefully. It looked empty, but Napoleon was a pro. He knew better. He placed the box down on the hood of his sleek black car and pulled out a small Swiss Army knife from his other coat pocket. When you finally realized his intention with his new tool, it was too late. Using the small sharp blade, he cut a small slit in the lining on the inside top of the box. He dug his fingers inside and pulled out a small yellowed envelope. You couldn't believe all the trouble you just went through to get to the box tonight was just rendered useless by this indelicate oaf. 

“You have got to be kidding me. That box was going to fetch me millions. Now I have nothing. What am I supposed to do now?”

“You don’t have ‘nothing’. You shared the company and a truly amazing kiss, might I add, with Napoleon Solo himself.” You looked at him to see if he was serious, and he flashed you a million-watt smile that made you blush and smile back. “I’d say you had a pretty good night.” You blew out a breath and shrugged. What else do you have to do now? You closed the gap between the two of you and met his lips in another kiss. Who knows, maybe this could end up in a lucrative partnership. All you knew was, kissing Napoleon was the best consolation prize you’d ever received.