#📕 drabble

[scarlettriot]

FaceTime

This might become something more later, but for now, I'll just give you guys this little morsel for consideration ♡

&& a super big thanks to @meggsngrits & @medusashima for listening to me ramble about this. I ♥︎ you guys!

♥︎ Dating Pro Hero Red Riot in secret because you work at the same agency where there are very strict rules about dating. ((Like how the co-owner of the agency isn’t supposed to be in a relationship with one of the heroes he employs…))

♥︎ It was just supposed to be a one night stand. But one night turned into multiple nights a week. Turned into drinks after work and dinner on days off.

♥︎ It's flirty looks across conference tables, gentle hands checking each other out after a fight, and sparring matches that typically end with your back pressed up against a tiled wall of a locker room shower.

♥︎ But still, none of your colleagues knew. Except Bakugou because that man figured out you two had a thing for each other before you knew yourself.

♥︎ The two of you got really good at hiding it. Of course, it helps that Kirishima is friendly with just about everyone, so no one really questions it when they catch him tossing you a couple extra smiles here and there. Or when he stops by to lean against the edge of your desk when he's got a mountain of paperwork he should be doing.

♥︎ But, today, you had patrol without him. Today you came back with cuts and bruises and a sour expression that makes his heart ache.

♥︎ He wants to hug you, hold you close, but he simply can't. Not here. So, he does the next best thing.

♥︎ "Wanna FaceTime later?"

♥︎ You don't get a call when you leave the office though. Instead, there's a knock on your door not ten minutes after you arrive home with Kirishima standing on the other side.

♥︎ "Still want FaceTime?" He asks with a sweet smile as he undies the tie around his neck, just to double-check with you. The second you nod your head, he's scooping you up and bringing you over to the sofa.

♥︎ Your pants are pulled down in the blink of an eye, and he's setting you down right on his face. His tongue quickly diving between your folds while your fingers tug on his hair.

♥︎ And he hasn't even taken his shoes off yet.

♥︎ His hands clamp down on your thighs, pulling you down making sure you’re not trying to do any of that hovering shit. He helps you grind against his tongue, and smirks when your little hand reaches back trying to find his cock.

♥︎ Gods, he loves FaceTime with you.

[oh-katsuki]

im listening to that fucking charlie puth song “i don’t think that i like her” because there is the INKLING idea of a fic / art there that i literally cannot put into words and it’s gonna make me blow up so here’s my best attempt.... 

tsukishima who is absolutely JADED about dating. not in a like... weird way... but just because he’s always hated it when people get close to him just because they think he’s handsome. hates when people behave that way.. feels like he’s being used. n to make things worse, when he does decide to give it a try... it never works and they always end up breaking things off right when kei starts to catch feelings. 

so when he starts liking you first... it drives him absolutely crazy. i mean... you haven’t even confessed to him (yet)... what’s he doing tying himself up in knots over you?? really... it’s the first time he’s liked someone this way and it makes him antsy... makes his chest hurt... makes him feel like his skin is crawling in a way that he (alarmingly) doesn’t hate. 

but see... he’s got this nasty little complex. kei doesn’t want to be close.. he doesn’t want to feel this way. hates how he gets red in the face.. how he feels like he has to clutch his chest whenever he thinks about something you did that was particularly cute. makes him gasp for air. it’s childish, really. a childish aversion to feelings and dating stemming from his middle and high school years. nothing extreme, but enough to be considered a complex.

yamaguchi, of course, figures out that kei likes you immediately. he knows his friend like the back of his hand, so it doesn’t take long for him to confront kei and wrench the embarrassing admittance from his grimy hands. 

in kei’s defense... it’s pretty hard not to like you. you’re friendly and upbeat, rarely ever gloomy and when you are, you get this earnest expression on your face that makes him want to fix all of your problems for you. you’re genuine, or at least you come across that way. kei and his complex know better. kei’s seen all of the tricks (he thinks). sure, maybe his ego is a little big for the bag it’s in, but kei likes to think he’s got it all figured out, feelings aside. 

“i don’t think i like them anymore,” kei admits one warm spring afternoon in yamaguchi’s dorm. 

the heat in the room that day is almost stifling and even the open window doesn’t help. for some reason, humidity creeps into the air early and kei adjusts the collar of his shirt. 

“oh?” yamaguchi spins in his desk chair. “what makes you say that?” 

“i’m over it,” he lies (unbeknownst to himself). “it’s all the same anyway. they’re just playing with me.” 

“you know,” yamaguchi laughs, “for someone who’s hardly ever had what could be considered a girlfriend, you sure are jaded.” 

kei shrugs his shoulders, avoiding sitting up to keep yamaguchi from seeing the pink covering his cheeks. 

“so what?” 

“so maybe don’t be like that,” yamaguchi rolls his eyes, not that kei can see it, but he knows that he does. 

“like what? practical? proactive?” 

“paranoid,” yamaguchi says. 

“whatever, i’m serious,” kei says, “i don’t like them anymore.” 

“right,” yamaguchi says, “i don’t believe you.” 

“you don’t have to,” kei scoffs, “but it’s true” 

course, kei knows somewhere deep down that he’s lying. of course he is, usually he doesn’t give so much as a word to yamaguchi about these things, let alone announcing to the world that he “doesn’t like you anymore”, but what else can he do? so kei and his complex convince himself that there’s no feelings. 

course that all flies out of the window when you come up to him in the library and kei once again has to resist clutching his chest like he’s having a massive heart attack. he “doesn’t like you anymore”, but you send his world candy-colored anyway. 

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Great Expectations 1

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Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as noncon/dubcon, power imbalance, age gap, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: Professor Holmes' class is your most difficult, but he's about to make it even more challenging.

Characters: Sherlock Holmes (modern AU)

Note: It was a drabble then it weren't.

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You're not certain. Not at first. But when are you ever confident in anything?

Yet you're assured by the dark curls and vibrant eyes, the slanted brows never devoid of judgment. More than anything, it's his posture that confirms his identity. Professor Holmes is staunch and indomitable even as he browses shelves of antique style pens; crystal, wood, and brass. He considers each as he would every word of a term paper. 

You're doubt turns to what to do next. Do you say hello? Or pretend you don't see him? Would he know either way? You're fairly convinced he can't pick you out of the lecture hall. 

So you do what you do best and fade into the scenery. You trail along the shelves and dip around the other side, putting your attention to the spools of thread, organized in a perfect spectrum of hues. As you mindlessly touch the thread, your mind wanders back around the row.

You would never expect to see the professor there, though honestly, you've never thought of him outside the classroom. You avoid that as much as you can, you stress enough over his unattainable standards. His is the only class which has you below an A. 

You contemplate the silver twine. You've been looking for the very thing and yet the price is much above your budget. All that for some shine? 

You move on, turning around to the balls of wool and needles arranged from thinnest to thickest. Your ears are pricked by the familiar timbre. The professor's voice carries as easily as in the lecture hall. You try not to listen but you can't help the instinctive decipher of each syllable. 

"Are these genuine silver?" He asks, presumably of a passing associate.  

"Um, I'm not sure, sir," the squeaky adolescent reply is met with an impatient sigh. "I work in the back." 

"Work in the back doing what? Sorting stock? Do you not know what you put on the shelves?" Professor Holmes' disapproval is unmistakable.  

His tone make you want to run. It is the same detest wrought into the feedback scribbled in the margins of your assignments. If it isn't perfect, it's not acceptable. 

You should go. You don't have the money to waste on hobbies you don't have time for. Nor do you relish an encounter with the very man responsible for your lack of free time. 

You make sure to walk toward the far end of the aisle and avoid any possible sighting. The very thing you meant to distract yourself chases you from your procrastination. Two days before your paper is due, and you've not even touched the readings due for that week's class discussion. 

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You’re barely awake as you claim a seat in the melancholic lecture hall. The coeds are silent, only yawning between slurping from paper cups, or slumping dangerously over the narrow armrests. There’s a dour commiseration in the air; a sort of resignation. 

Papers are handed in and yet the outcome is almost assured; Professor Holmes will surely find at least a dozen reasons to dock marks. Sometimes it seems even the font can draw his ire. Yet, there is more to be done. He will expect a lively discussion before that three-hour block is done and if he doesn’t get it, you will all sweat for it. 

You flutter through your notebook. Unlike your other courses, the paper is crinkled and the writing is erratic. Each week sees you with at least another twenty pages added to the reading list. You don’t understand how anyone can keep up with it all; the work alone is as much as all your other classes combined. 

You jump in your seat as his even-keeled voice rolls through the air. He hardly has to project as his baritone fills the large room. You look up and fumble for your pen. Professor Holmes doesn’t permit devices. The last person caught merely looking at their phone was dropped from the course. 

You chew the end of the pen as he begins his introduction, but not without a sharp remark about your midterm papers. It’s as if he’s already made up his mind that you’ve all failed. There’s no bell curve in this class, just an impossible mountain. 

“To make it simple,” his accent lilts off his tongue, “I’ve decided we will do things a bit differently this week. I will have you sort yourself into groups and each will discuss an assigned article. At the end, we will reconvene and you will nominate a member to present your conclusions. You may use our usual guiding questions for these purposes.” 

You nod and furrow your brow thoughtfully. The idea of splitting into groups is daunting on its own. It’s one thing to put your hand up amid the wide sea of your peers but it’s another to parse yourself down into a smaller group amid strangers. Despite weeks of sitting side-by-side, you don’t really know anyone. They all seemed to have made friends before that and made no effort to find any more. 

“Well, off you go,” Holmes flicks his fingers, “you’ve two minutes to arrange yourselves. I’m no kindergarten teacher, certainly you can figure it out.” 

There’s a low murmur then a lull before anyone moves. You hear the chatter that connects the smaller pairings to each other; aren’t you in my econ class? Oh, you were at the Delta party? You gather your notebook and stand, searching for an in. 

“Um,” you approach the nearest cluster of bodies, “room for one more?” 

It’s as if you’re invisible. You wince and clear your throat. Before you can try again, a deeper ahem comes from behind you. You crane to see over your shoulder. Professor Holmes stands at the end of the row, one brow arched as he crosses his arms. His old-fashioned vest strains as his chest bulges against the buttons. 

“Eh, she’s in need of a group. Have some manners.” 

You’re surprised by his intervention, but grateful. You try to smile but it’s probably more of a pathetic simper, “thank you, professor.” You nod and turn back to the other students. 

“Uh, sorry, yeah, can I tag along?” You ask. 

They shrug, none of them daring to ignore Professor Holmes. You sit at the edge of the group, heat speckling up your back in embarrassment. The others as good as ignore you as they go back to complaining about their papers. 

“I didn’t sleep,” a blond you think is named Ethan mutters, “fucker had me tearing out my hair.” 

“Yeah, I was supposed to go to a Barbie party but I need this class,” a pretty redhead rolls her eyes. 

There’s at least ten other students circled between three rows. You glance around at the others as they bow and chatter in kind. You shuffle your notebook in your lap and lean in, trying to seem involved. 

“Right then, you,” Holmes points to your group, “take Jones et al,” he moves his finger towards the next group, “Halloway,” he continues down the list of readings as silence pervades the space.  

It isn’t until he bids you to start that anyone dares speak again. The professor paces at the front of the room, hands in his pockets, as his longs stride take him from one end to the other. As you watch him, he seems to sense it, and his blue eyes meet your own. He hardly reacts before he puts his attention back to his repetitive route. 

“Alright, so Jones et al,” you redirect your attention as your peers continue their griping over lost sleep and shitty coffee. “So uh, we should go over main arguments first--” 

“Didn’t read it,” Ethan scoffs and two girls giggle. 

“I don’t know how that tight ass thinks we have all day for the stuffy bullshit,” another guy snorts. “Some of us get laid.” 

You blanch and chew your lip. You look around and receive only agitation and indifference. 

“Since you’re such a smarty pants, why don’t you do the presentation, huh?” The redhead chirps, “you always have so much to say.” 

You frown. You only put in what you need to get a decent mark. You’re hoping the discussion grade can save you from your disastrous first assignment. Besides, aren’t you all facing the same foe? Shouldn’t you be allies? 

“Well, we should talk about the article a bit. Did anyone else read it?” You insist. 

You don’t get an answer, only scoffs and sneers. Shoot. You look down at your notebook and shrink into yourself. It’s just like high school. You’re the one building the diorama by yourself until midnight. You’re the one doing all the talking in the class debate. 

You scribble notes in the margins as the other garble on about some party and the new cafe opening up at the Student Centre. You keep a hand on your neck as the heat builds under your skin. You should’ve just stayed on your own, not that you have much of a choice. None of them even want to acknowledge you. 

Professor Holmes calls time and you pop your head up, catching your glasses before they can bounce off your nose. You fix them as the lecture hall hushes and you all twist and turn to see the professor. He walks up the centre aisle and points to the group in the very back. 

“You, come on,” he demands. 

There’s crinkling of paper and scratchy coughs. A guy in a polo sweater stands with a cluster of lined paper in hand. He reads out with fractured syllables as if he can’t make out the writing. Professor Holmes sighs and you glance over at his scowl. He’s not impressed. 

“Right, and beyond the obvious, what were your final reflections? Did you have a single thought about the author’s narrative on the consequences of the railway on colonized communities?” He pauses and waits, tapping his clefted chin. Silence. “Mm, absolutely compelling,” he remarks dryly. 

You gulp as your group fidgets. Holmes jabs a finger at another group, calling out a student by name, “thank you for volunteering.” 

The woman with the buzzcut stands, looking nervous as she peers around her group members. She sways and wets her lips, playing with the ring around her lower lip. She laughs nervously before she begins, pausing and umming and ahhing. 

“Enough rambling,” Holmes shakes his head and turns toward your group. Your eyes go wide as the rest peek over at you. You rise as the professor stands just at the end of the rows. “Ethan, you seemed to be doing most of the talking, let’s hear it.” 

Ethan grimaces and sends you a look. He shakes his head. You shrug. You don’t know what to do. You offer your notebook and Holmes clucks. 

“I’m sure he can do it himself, he’s a big boy,” Holmes insists, “let’s hear your take on Jones et al. They have some rather interesting arguments about the cultural significance of the Silk Road, did they not?” 

Ethan exhales and stands, a tick in his jaw as he faces the professor. You chew your cheek as he stutters, “well, what we were talking about was that... er, the Silk Road... um...” 

“Yes, yes, you made some rather intriguing arguments about the Gammas, didn’t you? And how you have so many important things to do, eh? Well, Ethan, if you can’t keep up, you don’t have to bluster,” Holmes reproaches, “your boasting does suggest incompetence over importance.” 

Ethan chokes. There’s a low titter of laughter from further back as the rest of your group stares at their hands. You hug your note book and lower your head as well. 

“Come on, then,” Holmes wags his fingers and calls your name, “stand up. Let’s hear something coherent.” 

“Oh, uh,” you lift your chin as Ethan falls into his chair with a snarl. You get up and focus on your notebook. You swallow tightly before you get your vision to clear, “typically when we think of the, er, Silk Road, er, we fixate on, uh, on uh, on the movement of goods such as dyes and, and, and rice...” you can’t help your stuttering. You just know the professor will have your throat next, “but Jones et all argue that, ummmm, um, the movement of peoples and contact between various cultures is just as... as important--” 

“Ah, yes, someone has done their work,” Holmes proclaims with a clap. 

“All of you. One thousand words on your groups assigned article by the end of the week. You may drop them off at my office.” 

“What?” Several students burst out in shock. 

“It is an individual effort, yes? Not a group project. You have until Friday at 6pm.” 

“Professor,” a woman whines from the back. 

“Would you like a thousand more words?” He turns to face the lecture hall completely, “no, alright then. I can be generous. You may go early so that you can catch up on your readings.” 

He smirks and tilts his head smugly. He spins on his heel and strides down the low steps to the front podium. You glance down at your notebook and slowly flip the cover. 

“Fucking browner,” Ethan growls. 

[devilevlls]

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[scuderiasundays]

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[naddy-and-stuff]

My Ikemen Villain OC: Vera

So like... She is technically my second IkeVil OC, but I've thought of her backstory more than my first (who is Harrison's muse). So she's out first.

My girl's got the hots for Nica Schwartz.

More below the cut.

This is Vera and here are some facts about her:

📕She is an illegitimate daughter of a nobleman and a governess from a different noble family. Vera grew up with her mother and step-father and never met her biological father. In her opinion, it wasn't necessary to meet her biological father. She knew of him, but is not really interested in knowing him.

📕Her mother raised her to be a proper lady, intending to introduce her to high society when she came of age. This did not come to pass as Vera was put into the care of her nanny and tutors as soon as her mother and step-father had children of their own.

📕Vera was taught that ladies needed to be prim and proper, otherwise they would not be attractive or desireable. To this extent she was extensively tutored in good manners and proper etiquette. She was also taught to read and do maths, though she was far fonder of the former. Eventually, she found solace in fairy tales and came to the conclusion that she would only be attractive and desireable if she were to be like the princesses in the books she read.

📕This has caused her to look at the world through lens that were entirely dependent on fairy tales. Vera would perceive and view reality as though she were in a fairy tale. She believes that someday a prince would come and be attracted to her; desire her, even. To this end, she perfects her smile in the morning when she wakes up, takes extra care in grooming and dressing herself, and she randomly braids locks of her hair to make her memorable. So that her prince wouldn't need to look too hard for her.

📕She was granted her inheritance when she came of age. It became clear that she was not entirely welcome in her mother's new family so she packed and left. With her inheritance, she set up a book shop where she sold all sorts of books and reading materials. Eventually it became a library of sorts; Vera dedicated a place where her patrons could sit, read, and drink tea.

📕Fun fact: she once drank an excessive amount of alcohol at a social function and thoroughly embarrassed her tutor and mother when she openly flirted with a betrothed man. Vera believes that this was also one of the reasons why she was subtly sent out of the family. When she recounts it, she merely chuckles, saying that it was a lapse in judgment. The man she had flirted with hardly looked like a prince.

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Will post my two drabbles about her and maybe make a directory of her and my other OC.

I used this picrew for her cause I cannot draw:

[faggotbeloved]

🖤⚰️🕰️ INTRO / NAVIGATION 🫀🕸️🍷

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📕 VOLUME 1: ABOUT ME / DNI

My name is Remy, I am an autistic 23 year old trans man. [He/Him] I write for AMAB male reader primarily, but will write FTM male reader or GN / genital nonspecific reader upon request or on a whim. I typically write MLM, but will sometimes write WLM (MReader). I do write yandere and smut, and for that reason all of my work is 18+, and though I am aware that I can't police minors on what content they consume, I still will block any blogs I find out are minors.

As for DNI, I do not want fem-aligned people interacting because this is a male-centered work and I cannot guarantee that my writing is not being fetishized in a way I'm uncomfortable with. I do not want minors interacting in any way because I do write sexual content. I do not want proshippers interacting with me because I find the majority of them use it for immoral things such as blatant pedophillia or incest. That, along with basic criteria (Zionists, homophobes, transphobes, racists, et cetera) wraps up my DNI.

I am aware I write morally gray ships, but I write to enjoy the psychological aspect and not to romanticize harming children. I don't particularly care what label that gives me.

📗 VOLUME 2: WORKS AND RULES

Rules:

As of right now, most of my completed works are in the form of drabbles and can be located by digging through my reblogs on my main account, @faggotboulevard, though soon I may link them here.

Rules for requests are simple; I write for the yandere trope, am open to most kinks, but I will not write pedophillia, incest, rape (even cnc), uncomfortable age gaps, feces or emeto, etc.

I will write for prompts requesting specific features, such as a certain race or body type or mental illness, but I have a limited scope in these and am very open to constructive criticism of me misinterpreting something. I write smut, fluff, angst, and anything in between.

I write dominant male or dominant ftm smut with male, ftm, or sparingly female characters. If you want to request a kink and a character I can do that, but I prefer more in-depth requests. I'm a tiny blog, so I'll reply to everything, including non-prompt asks.

Works:

* Once this is large enough, I'll do a character-by-character masterlist.

Parting Is Such Sweet Sorrow, Says [(the Dog) to {the Stag] (to the Raven)} | Hannibal Lecter x Will Graham x M!Reader.

Cold Metal Biting Soft Flesh | Yandere Curly x Captain!M!Reader.

📘 VOLUME 3: FANDOMS

*R! and P! are shorthand for romantic and platonic.

• My own OCs

• Mouthwashing (R!Curly, R!Anya, R!Daisuke, R!Swansea)

• Marvel (R!All; Most characters but I'm very much not caught up)

• DC (R!All; 2022 Riddler (♡), generic Batman, generic Superman, etc. I don't know the difference between any of the Robins, sorry :P)

• Hannibal NBC (R!Hannibal, R!Will, R!Bedelia, R!Matthew, R!Francis.)

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𝕾𝖉𝖛 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙

Request status: OPEN

((Please refer to the 👉ask box👈for what I can and am willing to write before sending in requests)

R a t i n g

❤️Normal 💗Suggestive

💄Smut 🌷Fluff 🖤Angsty

♧ Drabble ♧

♤ Headcanon ♤

♡ Scenario ♡

♢ Fic ♢

S e p a r a t e    C h a r a c t e r     M a s t e r l i s t

Harvey 🩺 Elliott ✒️ Shane 🐥 Sebastian 🐸 Sam 🎸 Alex 🏈

Leah 🎨 Emily 💎 Maru 🔧 Abigail 🎮 Penny 📕 Haley 🌻

L A T E S T

💄Riding the absolute shit out of your man🏈 ♡

[scarlettriot]

I don’t have finer points worked out yet, but I needed to share anyway.

Imagine you and Kiri go on this extensive vacation as friends. You’re both single and want to travel but don’t wanna go alone, so, together it is. But after some fun events and thrilling adventures in brand new places, he gets a little too caught up in the moment and kisses you.

He’s worried he’s ruined everything but you assure him it’s more than okay. Kissing him back and he feels a little better about it.

Weeks pass and you two hold hands, steal kisses, and have even had a steamy make out or two but nothing more. Both too worried that’ll cross some friendship line (even though both of you are already so far past the point of just friends—you just won’t admit it yet).

But, one night you’re someplace warm and tropical, in this outdoor club with him and you both have plenty of liquid courage surging through your bodies. You’re on the dance floor, grinding up against him. He’s got his white linen shirt open and it looks so damn good against his sun kissed skin you can’t help but run your hands all over him.

He’s just a man though, and he can only handle so much. When he reaches his limit, he grabs you by the hips and yanks you flush against him. His heated words across your neck make you freeze for a moment. “I know we’re just supposed to be friends, but if you keep dancin’ on me like this, I’m gonna fuck you like you’re mine.”

When your brain processes exactly what he said, you respond by pushing your ass harder against him, against his incredibly stiff cock that you alone caused. Your arms loop up and around his neck to keep him close. “Oh really? Well, why don’t you prove it, big guy?”

I’m just saying… there’s no way we would even make it back to the hotel room…

[oh-katsuki]

cw: satosugu angst <3 they make me miserable i love them. 

satoru lives with the regret. he lives with the guilt. it’s heavy on the back of his tongue, weighing him down and coating the syllables he speaks with a rounded, sorrow-laden lead. 

he can’t talk about it. satoru can’t bring himself to. whatever there is to say, feel, or think, he’ll do alone. no one has to know about his lost last spring of youth. 

it feels like a privilege to know. in the quiet moments, satoru relishes in the privilege of loving suguru. he, for a moment, forgets the sorrow and the things he wishes he could change, and tries to feel the brief moments of happiness as if they were unfolding in front of him. 

he remembers the sea. satoru remembers his wind-swept hair and the feel of salt on his scalp. he can recall the sticky feel of his skin and the coarse brush of suguru’s hair against his cheek. the end of the day, sitting at a table with shoko and suguru. getou, painted orange by the sunset, leaning to the side and resting his head onto satoru’s shoulder. satoru can feel his dark hair against his cheek and neck, thick and over-saturated with salt. 

he can feel the red sun, vibrant in its slow streak across the sky as it kisses the horizon line over a startlingly calm sea. maybe he’s imagining its tranquility. maybe satoru is embellishing the story to make it a little sweeter, to make the medicine that is nostalgia go down easier. maybe he imagined the way suguru’s eyes fluttered closed and the way his lopsided grin took over the crest of his cheek. there is a chance, that in actuality, none of this happened at all. satoru, in his twisted, grief-ridden mind, thinks that that may be a possibility as well.

perhaps, after that day at the beach, they went home separately and in the middle of the day, returning home in printed shirts to empty bedrooms where they waited out the sunset in their respective rooms. still, it’s not hard to imagine that maybe it was real. satoru and suguru did everything together, after all.

when the sweetness has faded and the sun has set on his memories, satoru returns to the present. he returns to the stale apartment he lives in and the perpetually blood-stained hands which he calls his own. there’s no sound, no summer heat sticking to his skin and sending him feverish, no suguru at his doorstep where he might have been had things been different.   

satoru lives with the regret. the regret of not knowing, the regret of not noticing, the regret of being too wrapped up in what it meant to be the strongest—plural—that he never considered the singular. satoru often thinks about the plurality he’d convinced himself of. two only in body. the rest, he’d though, was shared. 

satoru knows that his own romanticism can’t undo what’s been done, nor can he take back his hesitance to broach the subject of their emotional distance back then. he reminds himself, as if he could ever forget, that plural has become singular and that the suguru of before can only exist in the red-painted sunset of his most precious memories. satoru can only find him there, where salt and summer heat sticks to his skin like glue and the sea reflects the sun like a golden gilded mirror. 

[slashingdisneypasta]

I'm looking for the hades one and ratigan hehe

Here are the Hades ones I could find/thought were worth mentioning:

🔥 Hades x Mortal!Indentured!Reader || Drabble 🔥Hades x Indentured!Fem!Reader || Oneshot 🔥Perv!Hades x AccidentalFlirt!Reader || Drabble 🔥Hades x AFAB!Reader || Drabble (Smut) 🔥Begging!Hades x Mad!Reader || Excerpt 🔥Cruel!Hades x Reader || Drabble 🔥Sad!Hades x Deceased!Reader || Excerpt 🔥Patient!Hades x Stubourn!Goodguy!Reader || Drabble

And the Ratigan ones I could find! ^^ :

📕Professor Ratigan x Reader || Smexcerpt 📕Professor Ratigan x Inexperienced!Reader || Smexcerpt

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

One Thing Leads to Another

Sequel to One is the Loneliest Number, One on One, One Little Thing, Only One I See

Warnings: none, Professor Steve (that’s a warning in itself)

Dunno if I’ll be doing an exhaustive drabble series but there’s at least this. Let me know if you’re enjoying it or not and any thoughts you have. Love you!

You sit among the room of sleepy students, trying to appear relatively conscious as you sip from your porcelain travel mug; the paint fading, a chip out of the base. It’s old and worn but you like the flowers painted on the side. You suppress a yawn as a man who introduced himself as Professor Barnes stands at the front impatiently. The same professor who was at the cafe with Rogers.

He huffs and shuffles the stack of papers, “I apologise, my colleague is usually not late,” he begins as he hands out neatly stapled booklets, “I know most of you want to be out of here as soon as possible.”

He goes up and down the rows, laying out the paper before each coed. You recognise a few from your lectures but not all. A motley group hopeful for a few extra bucks.

“After we go through the training, it’ll be about a week before we place you as a TA. It’ll be up to you to meet with your professor in preparation for next term.”

“Sorry,” a body rushes into the room and up the middle aisle, “sorry, I… got caught up.”

“Bout time, Rogers,” Barnes says dully, “we were just getting started.”

You watch Professor Rogers walk to the front, taking a booklet from Barnes as he passes. He turns and his eyes skim the front page before he looks up at the room. You give him a small smile and the tension leaves his face. You notice the stubble along his chin, almost mistaking it for a shadow as he’s rarely anything but tidy and clean-shaven.

“Mm,” Barnes joins him at the front. “I’m Professor Barnes, this is Professor Rogers, I’m certain we know a few of you already but let’s start with a quick ice breaker…”

You go through the usual awkward introductions; name, an interesting fact, and why you chose to become a TA. Everyone skirted around the most obvious, the money. You’re all just a bunch of stingy college students.

“Alright,” Barnes yawns and takes his large travel mug from the podium, “over to you, golden boy.”

Rogers flips the front page and looks around, his gaze settling on you. Maybe a nervous habit, you find he tends to focus on one spot during his lectures too. You couldn’t imagine having to present in front of so many but that’s exactly what you were here for. To be in his shoes next semester.

“Right, let’s go over the basics…” he begins.

📕

“I didn’t know you were doing TA work,” Steve approaches as you slide the empty mug into the side pocket of your bag, “that’s exciting.”

“Really? Exciting?” You wonder, “I guess, but… I’m just trying to get by.”

Students quickly swipe up their belongings and head for the door. Professor Barnes is on his phone, voice low, all you here is “...sunshine”. You assume he’s speaking to his wife or someone special.

“It’ll look good on your resume,” Steve offers, drawing your attention back, “so, you already wasted half your Saturday, got plans for the rest? Another party?”

You shake your head as you slip your bag off the table. There’s a clunk as the side pocket hits the top of the next chair and your mug pops out. You gasp and step back as the porcelain shatters on the floor.

“Oh, f–” you stop yourself from swearing, overly aware of his presence, “dang, I’m… so clumsy.”

“Oh no,” he comes around as you bend to pick up the pieces. He helps you, examining a few of the painted shards, “that was a nice cup.”

“I guess, it was old,” you mutter, trying not to betray your disappointment. At the same time, you’re still a bit confused. About him. About that text. He hasn’t messaged since but it’s all a bit strange. “Not a big deal. With those big TA bucks, I’ll get an even nicer one.”

“Hey, let me get this,” he says as gathers up the glass, “you don’t wanna cut your hands.”

“It’s fine, I can–” your insistence is interrupted by a sudden strike of pain along your finger. You drop the chunk of glass and open your hand, showing the blood dripping out., “shoot. I— god, I’m so stupid.”

“Hey, it’s fine,” he catches your hand, “here, there’s tissue at the front.”

He tugs on you, not unkindly, and you stand. Almost as if he doesn’t realise the awkwardness, he drags you to the front table and swipes out several sheets of kleenex and wraps them around your finger.

“Making a mess, Rogers,” Barnes doesn’t look up from his phone.

“Got it handled, Buck,” he returns smoothly, “go on, I know you’re rearin’ to get outta here.”

“Can’t leave my girl hangin’,” Barnes strides around the podium, “have a good one, Rogers.”

You crane around to watch him go. He was so set on his path and whoever he was texting, he didn’t even notice you. And you didn’t notice the room was empty.

“I got a first aid kit in my office—”

“It’s fine,” you wiggle your hand in his but he clings to you, “there’s sanitizer here, I’ll use that and clean up when I get home.”

“I’m sorry about your cup,” he looks down at his hand, smeared with streaks of your blood and releases you.

“Really, it’s fine. Not your fault… I, uh, thanks, for helping but I–”

“I’ll let the custodian know,” he interjects, “no point both of us getting sliced up.”

“Right, well, I should go…” You sway and look behind you, “I got homework to catch up on and, uh, Inez was talking about a movie night.”

“Did I do something?” He asks, his voice laced with uncertainty.

“N-no,” you give a tiny chuckle, “no, it’s just… I’m being honest. It’s midterms and I’m kinda behind.”

“You sure,” his brow wrinkles, bringing out the lines in his forehead and the creases around his eyes, “if I did, you can tell me.”

“Mmm,” you force a smile. You don’t want to make it worse. You won’t mention the texts, “oh, did you add me to that group? I downloaded the app but I can’t seem to figure it out.”

“Yeah, I… I thought I did, I’ll have to double check,” he frames his hip and rubs his cheek, “but don’t let me keep you. Go, study, have movie night. I’ll probably do some of the same, you know? Got any recommendations? Uh, for movies?”

You shrug and slowly turn away. You go back to the desk and grab your bag. You face him again as he gathers up the extra booklets, his thumb flicking the corners. Is it nerves or impatience.

“There’s a new horror movie on Netflix. It’s by that director that did the one about the sewers,” you say, “sorry, I’m so bad with names.”

“I’ll have to look for it,” he says. 

He waits for a response but you don’t know what else to say or how to redirect and get out of there. The longer you stay, alone with him, the thicker the air grows. 

He suddenly peeks at his watch, “crap, you know what, I forgot. I have a friend–” he tucks the papers under his arm, “long way across the city. I’ll, er…” he heads for the door, “I’ll see you in class.”

You trail after him, a few steps back as you enter the hallway. He’s almost halfway to the corner as you’re still by the door. You’re put off by his sudden urgency but relieved he’s gone. You can’t take anymore strange interactions. It’s making you overthink every single word. Or maybe it’s just Inez putting throughts in your head.

[courtney-deserved-better]

Alejandro and Gwen 😬📕❤️👍👭

just posted the drabble for this prompt!

[sonder-paradise]

— 𝐁𝐥𝐮𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐜𝐤 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐣𝐞𝐜𝐭

"The story begins with Japan's elimination from the 2018 FIFA World Cup, which prompts the Japanese Football Union to start a program scouting high school players. Their coach intends to “destroy Japanese loser football” by introducing a radical new training regimen: isolate 300 young strikers in a prison-like institution called “Blue Lock” and put them through rigorous training aimed at creating “the world's greatest egotist striker.”

— 𝐋𝐞𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐝

📕 - Oneshots

📗 - Drabbles/Imagines

📘 - Headcanons

📙- SMAUs

— 𝐈𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢 𝐘𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢

Calling Them Cute 📗

Casual Chats 📙

— 𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐚 𝐌𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮

Calling Them Cute 📗

Casual Chats II 📙

— 𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐢 𝐇𝐲𝐨𝐦𝐚

Calling Them Cute 📗

Casual Chats II📙

— 𝐍𝐚𝐠𝐢 𝐒𝐞𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐨

Calling Them Cute 📗

Casual Chats 📙

Casual Chats II 📙

— 𝐑𝐞𝐨 𝐌𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐠𝐞

Calling Them Cute 📗

Casual Chats 📙

Casual Chats II 📙

— 𝐈𝐭𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐑𝐢𝐧

Casual Chats 📙

Casual Chats II 📙

— 𝐈𝐭𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐒𝐚𝐞

Casual Chats 📙

[melodygatesauthor]

Sorted from Newest (top) to Oldest (bottom)

(Reader is f! unless otherwise indicated)

Fluff Content marked with 💘

NSFW Content marked with 🌶️

Marc-centric 📗 Steven-centric 📘 Jake-centric 📕 All Equal 📚

One-Shots/Drabbles/Headcanons

You Should've Told Me 💘📘 - AO3 - TUMBLR

Steven is helping you with your homework and you start dozing. He's worried you're annoyed with him, but you convince him otherwise.

Requested by: @minigirl87 Word Count: 851

Save Us 🌶️📚 - AO3 - TUMBLR

Two months after Marc broke up with you, you get a late night call from Steven that has you worried and rushing to help them. It's hard to face them again after things went wrong, but Marc is going to try and make it up to you.

Word Count: 9,848

Cherry Pie 🌶️📘 - AO3 - TUMBLR

It's Valentine's Day. You and Steven have been dating for a little while, and decide to take things a step further tonight. Neither of you expect this to be the night that Steven discovers a kink he has, and neither of you expect it to go this far. Part 13/28 of the 2023 February Fuck and Fluff Challenge

Cowritten by: @welcometostayingawake Word Count: 3,174

The Moon Boys and Periods 💘📚 - AO3 - TUMBLR

Headcanons of the first period the Moon Boys experience with their SO.

Requested by: @welcometostayingawake Word Count: 1,138

The Moon Boys and Feet🌶️📚 - TUMBLR EXCLUSIVE

Headcanons about the moon boys developing a foot fetish. - Anon request

Requested by: Anonymous Word Count: 992

Taking the Moon Boys Dancing🌶️📚 - AO3 - TUMBLR

Headcanons about taking the Moon Boys dancing and how they would react when you ask them to go.

Word Count: 631

Coming Out to the Moon Boys 💘📚 - TUMBLR EXCLUSIVE

Headcanons about coming out to each of the Moon Boys and how they would react.

Requested by: Anonymous Word Count: 644

Short Series

Fool Me Twice 💘📚 - AO3 - TUMBLR

You are a tour guide, and he’s a gift shoppist. Steven Grant stood you up on your first date. Now it’s Valentine’s Day, and he has come back after being gone for three days. You may find it within yourself to forgive him, but what happens when you discover the reason he stood you up in the first place? Part 10/28 of the 2023 February Fuck and Fluff Challenge Parts 1/?

Word Count: 3,452

The OJ Problem (Moon Boys X f!Reader)🌶️📕 📚- AO3 - TUMBLR

You wake up on Valentine’s Day and you’re sick. It’s Marc’s day, and he’s not giving it up, but caring for you has proven to be emotionally challenging. Part 9/28 of the 2023 February Fuck and Fluff Challenge Parts 1/?

Word Count: 3,989

How Unexpected🌶️📘 - AO3 - TUMBLR

You are on your second date with Steven and things went so well that you suggested going back to his place after dinner. Things are normal until you notice that he has an ankle chain attached to the post at the foot of his bed. Parts 2/3 - PART 1 - PART 2 - PART 3 (Coming Soon)

Word Count: 5,081

Longfics/Chaptered Fics

A Bit Dodgy 🌶️📚 - Series Masterlist - AO3 LINK

Edited by: @welcometostayingawake

Doctor Steven Grant accepted a job as a professor at a prestigious college in New England. While you're on your way to your first history class in your second semester of your junior year, you run into an attractive English man at the coffee shop. The two of you hit it off, and since you're both headed in the same direction upon leaving, you decide to walk together. You're both excited to have met someone you have clear chemistry with right off the bat until...you realize that you both were headed to the same building, and that he's your new history professor.

When you discover that there's even more to this man than meets the eye, things get even more complicated than you could've imagined. Loving one man who's almost twice your age in a place where your relationship is forbidden is hard enough, nevermind three.

Mood Boards - Book Cover

[myprincejinnie]

skz tumblr fic recs!!

-separated by member and then genre-

if it has more than one genre like mafia and soulmate au then i will put it in the section that i think it leans more towards, but most will have summaries and warnings as well so it will be easy to figure out (hopefully lol). the genre is more au based and not like friends to lovers and stuff bc most aus have those genres as well and it is hard to separate. if it doesn't have an au it is prob in others. this list looks kind of scuffed bare w it pls. i really just made this to keep track of my fav fics so i can reread them. + some of them i haven't read in a while. and others i didn't add bc they are either on hold or it is pretty obvious that they are never going to be finished )); find other group and fandom lists here. i took all these pictures (except lee knows) at the maniac seattle concert and i love them ((:

📕 - one shot/head cannon/short

📚 - series

🔃 - ongoing

✅️ - completed

🔞 - smut + not going to put all warnings for the type of smut going on in each so make sure to read warnings on the og post jic

LEE KNOW

___friends to lovers___

Second Lead Syndrome by theirbbygirl 📕

Summary: y/n and minho have been friends for more than 2 years now, but suddenly she begins to see herself as the mere second lead in minho’s story. will she be the rare second lead who gets her own happy ending? >> Warnings & Tags: angst, fluff, comedy, female reader insert, some crying, and themes of unrequited love

___university au___

Invisible thread by astraystayyh 📚✅️

Summary: your studies were your lifeline for as long as you can remember. what happens when minho comes into your life and rips it away from you? >> Warnings & Tags: university au, academic rivals to lovers (rivals not enemies because they respect each other), slow burn, fluff, angst, reader has a very bad relationship with her mother, insecurities, talk about murder but as a joke, mention of alcohol, reader has she/her pronouns.

___drabbles (kind of)___

SKZ... GIVING HIM A FOREHEAD KISS by seungisms 📕

Summary: none. >> Warnings & Tags: hardcore fluff and minho being soft.

HYUNJIN

___soulmate au___

Lucky Ducky by strayskidsscribbles 📕

Summary: none. >> Warnings & Tags: soulmate au, drabble.

BANG CHAN

___soulmate au___

Human Canvas by kamino-ink 📕

Summary: you were six years old when you got an inkling of what kind of person your soulmate is; they would draw little doodles on their arms all day, and you would draw back. But as an adult, its as if you two are at war with each other, with them covering your right arm with tattoos and you occasionally painting on your left arm for the fun of it. >> Warnings & Tags: soulmate!au, fluff, wee angst.

IN

___drabbles___

Insecurity drabble by chaestats 📕

Summary: ask: "hey 💗 do you think you can write a Jeongin insecurity drabble? Where fem!reader is chubby and is quite insecure of that? TYSM!!" >> Warnings & Tags: suggestive at the end.

i swear i have read some for the others i just cant find them. will add more as i read ((:

LAST UPDATED/ADDED ON: 9.28.2023