#1200 followers request event

[restlessmaknae]

words that started you & me // hanbin

After a particularly nasty injury and a year abroad, you go back to dancing, but it turns out that it’s still too difficult for you to trust someone else, even if it’s Sung Hanbin out of all people.

➳ Characters: dancer!Hanbin x dancer!female reader/you

➳ Genre: dance partners au, hurt/comfort

➳ Words: 2.5k

➳ Warning: mentions of injuries (sprained ankle, broken ribs, back injuries, blue and purple marks), period pain, hint at parental pressure, reader having flashbacks to her injury, reader's previous dance partner was a jerk

➳ A/N: This story was requested in my 1200 followers request event by the lovely @kukkurookkoo. Hope you enjoy it with all its angst! 💖

You still have time to request in the event, so check out the masterpost if you're interested *-*

You had always thought that injuries showed how excellent of a dancer you were. You had worn those blue and purple patches dotting your skin as a badge of honor, a testament to your hard work, to the many hours you put into practise, to the many falls you had taken and even more you were about to take.

You had always thought that you were invincible, an unbreakable diamond placed inside a metallic glass, strong and durable through and through. You had kept dancing even through muscle pain, period cramps and being sick. You had told yourself that this was the only way you could make it and cement yourself as the perfect dancer, the perfect performer and the perfect daughter.

Until your sickly twisted illusion had shattered into tiny pieces, and you had fallen into the darkness alongside your perfectly curated confidence and long-withstanding trust for dancing.

You were cautious when you met Sung Hanbin, but you were cautious with everything since your injury. Even though you wanted to start again on your own, not with a partner, it didn’t end well, so to hold you back from destroying yourself even further, your old dance teacher suggested joining one of her peers’ academy. You weren’t about to go back to the same one you used to attend, not when you could run into your previous dance partner any time, and see how fine he was when he had destroyed the one thing that you had worked so hard for.

So there you were, meeting your new dance partner for the first time who was said to be an ace, a boy who could defy gravity and push the boundaries of dancing with his excellent sense of rhythm and body control. One would think that he didn’t need a partner to shine if he was so good at what he was doing, but the teacher who paired you two up said that it was because he wanted to challenge himself given that he hadn’t danced with anyone before.

“Hello!” Sung Hanbin entered the practise room with ease and with the confidence of a boy who had been attending that exact same academy ever since he had started dancing. Compared to him, you must have looked out of place, masked anxiety laced with fear under that neutral expression of yours, but you held your chin up high nevertheless.

“Hello!” You greeted him back, eyeing him for a good five seconds when he walked up to you to properly introduce himself. Despite his reputation, there was nothing off-standish about him; he had worn-out sweatpants, sports shoes that had probably seen better days and an oversized white tee on, but it was the way he moved that told tales about the dancer he was. Elegant, fully in control of his every move yet relaxed limbs that were more defined than others his age.

“My name is Sung Hanbin. Nice to meet you. Please, take care of me,” he said it so eloquently, so perfectly as if he had been practising these lines over and over again, and bowed at a perfect angle out of respect. You wondered what the teacher had told him about you to act this way or whether he was generally this polite.

Either way, you shook off your questions and introduced yourself, reciprocating his gesture. He wore this genuine, relaxed smile that made you feel even more out of place than before. There was something about the way he looked so composed, so put together when you constantly felt like crumbling at the passing of a gentle breeze ever since you had come back from abroad.

He either didn’t notice your stoic expression or he thought that you were merely shy around strangers because he started talking about how excited he was to dance with you, and what kind of styles he had done before. Then, he asked about your side, and you were glad that the dance teacher came in at that moment because you weren’t sure that you could chat so easily about dancing. He might have been your new dance partner, but you weren’t ready to trust him.

The class went better than expected. The teacher probably took it into consideration that you had an on-and-off history with dancing in the past year because you didn’t start with a difficult choreography. The moves were loose, well stretched out to the rhythm of the song, and the first part didn’t involve any close interaction with Hanbin, only a part where you were standing in front of him and did the same moves in the opposite direction.

You monitored the two of you in the front mirror, and you could tell that the difference between you two were obvious, the way his muscles were ready to dance any given second and the way you were still a bit stiff, still just getting into it. Hanbin didn’t comment on it though, instead, he turned to you when the class was over and raised his hands for a high-five.

“We were good, weren’t we?” He flashed you a wide smile that not even the drops of sweat rolling down his cheeks could wash away.

You looked at him, trying with a smile, but you couldn’t get any words out, and maybe that was what pushed the boy to ask:

“Did I do something wrong?”

The way he asked was so sincere, so earnest, you had to look away to not see the genuine worry in his eyes because you didn’t deserve it. Besides, there was no use getting used to someone’s worry when they could hurt you anytime and not even apologise for it.

“Nope. It’s not you, it’s me,” you let him know before gathering your stuff and leaving him behind in the practise room.

Going back to dancing after taking time off due to your injury was like meeting an old friend: you were expecting to feel the same thrill, reminiscence about the good times together, but instead, all you felt was fear and anxiety over what could go wrong and how you could have messed it up so bad.

The only thing that helped you through this transition was Hanbin. At first, you were suspicious of him because he seemed too kind, too gentle, too positive, but after a while, you realised that was just who he was, and he wasn’t playing a part. Unlike you who had to put on your best act each and every time to not crumble like a sand castle swept away by the waves of the sea.

You were actually starting to feel more comfortable around him, something that you had not seen coming with your tendency to keep a distance from people since the injury, but then, the dance teacher decided to put a part into the choreography where you were supposed to spin out of Hanbin’s arms.

At first, you thought that you were fine. It had been a year since you had done that move, it was okay. It was supposed to be okay. There were no stairs around you after all, you weren’t even on a stage but in a practise room, and it was Hanbin beside you, not your previous dance partner. Yet, the flashbacks of that day, of that performance, of your injury came crashing down on you, and instead of spinning out of his arms, your legs stayed cemented into the ground, your left hand holding onto his right hand, your eyes closing in the meantime.

You heard your erratic heartbeat pulsating in your ears, making your head spin, your chest heaping up and down in a panicked manner. Your whole body froze in time, in the memory, in the past version of you, the one before you had gone through the worst year of your life. You were waiting for the crush, the excruciating pain in your leg, in your side, in your back. The needle-like feeling of the ache setting in, and the numbness that took hold of you afterwards.

You were waiting for all of it, and yet… none came. Instead, you heard Hanbin’s voice faintly, and both him and your dance teacher were around you when you dared to open your eyes. You didn’t even hear what they were saying, you merely held onto Hanbin’s hand while croaking out:

“Can we take a break… please?”

Your own voice sounded distant, unfamiliar, but as you broke through the remains of the flashback and heard your own words, the rest of the haunting feeling slowly faded away, and you heard your teacher’s answer clearly:

“Let’s finish class early today, and next time, we can talk about how to proceed with this part. Alright?” She suggested, her voice taking on a more gentle tone. She knew about your injury, so she must have sensed that you acted this way because of the flashbacks.

You bobbed your head, and once she was out of sight and you were sure that you stood on the ground firmly, you let go of Hanbin’s hand. The boy hesitated only for a short moment before he asked:

“What’s wrong? Is there anything I can do?”

You shook your head. No, nothing. No one could do anything to help this situation but you yourself, and you knew this, but still it was so difficult, and Hanbin… he deserved to know at least why you were acting this way. Even if you couldn’t word it, even if he couldn’t help it, you pulled your phone out of your bag and showed him the video of that performance.

“You aren’t standing in the centre,” Hanbin noticed right away, and you just hummed in agreement.

Before you had your dry rehearsal, your dance partner had been texting his girlfriend when you had been instructed about the position of the cameras and the lights and which sticker plastered onto the ground you should stand behind. He had done the dance routine with you, but when the time had come for the actual performance, he had chosen the wrong sticker though you had told him that he had been wrong.

“I’m never wrong. I’ve been dancing for longer than you have,” he had told you off and though you couldn’t have seen his expression in the dark because the lights had been off between the performances, you had a feeling that he had been furious. Thinking that it might not be that big of a problem, you had positioned yourself taking his starting position into consideration, not your rehearsed one.

Hanbin let out an exasperated gasp when the audience in the video did the same. You had been spinning out of your partner’s arms full speed even though you had whispered to him to hold on, but he had let go. Instead of saving both of you from falling down the stairs at the edge of the stage, he had foolishly let you go, letting you stumble down the flight of stairs in your high heels and thin, skin-tight dress. You had a severely sprained ankle alongside a broken rib and back injury. You had immediately cried out from the pain, and you saw Hanbin wince when he heard your voice through the recording.

The video came to an end right then and there, and there it was, the reason behind your step back from dancing, the reason you could only have theoretical classes during your exchange program for uni because you couldn’t actually teach a dance lesson when you were advised by doctors not to. The thing is, you could have chosen to go back on the year abroad opportunity, but you had been so sick of everyone treating you with pity, knowing that you had been the girl who had fallen down the stairs that you had chosen to go away. To run away.

If only coming back wouldn't hurt so bad…

“I’m so sorry. I can’t even comprehend how it must have felt, and…”

“It’s okay,” you cut him off, pocketing your phone. You had watched that video over and over again, so much that it felt like it had become a part of your identity. Ironically so, the last year had more or less taken dancing away from you, but it had given you this memory, something that now you carried with you wherever you went.

You saw the exact moment Hanbin’s calm expression changed, how it shifted into rage and frustration – so unlike him – that you embraced the storm before it even hit.

“It’s not okay. He shouldn’t have let go when he had seen the edge of the stage, he shouldn’t even have stood to the side in the beginning. What’s more, he should have reached after you, did anything, literally anything to help you break your fall, but he just stood there!”

You had screamed these sentences at the top of your lungs over and over again, but had never heard it from anyone, much less someone as gentle and composed as Hanbin. It surprised you so much that you found your facade slipping, cracking, breaking with each of his enraged words, your tears accompanying the downfall.

“You’re right. It’s not okay. It’s never been okay,” you admitted through the curtain of your tears, your voice breaking by the end.

Hanbin immediately closed the distance between you two, and put his arms around your fragile frame, shining some light onto the darkness, empathy onto the hurt, as he let you cry the tears you had been suppressing ever since you had come back to Seoul.

Time had seemed to stop when you had come back to Seoul after your year abroad. However, the more you let yourself break through the shield that the past had built around you, the more you realised that time didn’t stop, rather, it was you who made time stop by being stuck in the past memories.

Hanbin helped you make new ones, and by allowing him to guide you through your new dance journey, you began to trust him. Not just with the choreography, but with your past and your vulnerabilities. It wasn’t easy, but he was there to hold you, to be someone you could hold onto, and he was patient even when you momentarily built walls around you and your feelings.

Beside him, you realised that injuries were not an accomplishment, rather, something you should tend to as soon as possible, and let them heal even if it took time – the same applied for both physical and emotional injuries. Beside him, you weren’t terrified of falling because he held you steady and strong, his care for you just as unwavering as his support while dancing.

For the first time in a long time, you were willing to put your past behind you and start anew – in the moment, in the present, in the company of Hanbin.

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[puriette-archived]

[id: cozy's 1200 event. end id]

hello && welcome to my 1200 followers event! i will try to keep this as simple and as easy to understand as i can! this event will go on for 5 days, and all uu have to do is coin something! there will be 10 prompts in total, 2 for each day && uu can decide if uu wanna do just one of them, or both, or a combination of the two! the even will start on the first of june to give everyone time to make flags/etc/get ready for it! on the 6th of june, i will take everyone's usernames && add them to a wheel && spin to get a winner! this person will be able to request anything anytime && they will always have priority over others!

here are the prompts for each day:

day 1 (june 1st): cozyness and/or platonic attraction day 2 (june 2nd): derealization and/or bakery day 3 (june 3rd): tulips and/or picnic day 4 (june 4th): romantic attraction and/or tea party day 5 (june 5th): paranoia and/or pastels

uu are free to do whatever uu'd like with this! make flags, make edits, make graphics, anything uu'd want to! pls tag ur posts with #puriette1200 && tag me so i can see && add uu to the wheel <3 feel free to ask any questions

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[hannahmcne]

Look Up

One of the best moments of Ben’s life happens outside the Auradon West Central library, off 1200 South, beside the black SUV he and his new wife have driven there to meet Evie, Jay, and Carlos. There’s an animal rescue event happening on the main road, with vendors and street stalls set up.

Carlos is volunteering with a local rescue shelter, partly because it will look good on his resume for Vet school. Dizzy is selling items from Evie’s Four Hearts. And Jay is wearing his tourney outfit, signing autographs in exchange for donations to the shelter. Ben and Mal are… mostly wandering… but occasionally also signing autographs. Mal gets a henna tattoo from someone from Agrabah, supporting both their work and the shelter organising the event. Ben tours the art, finds a few things for birthdays and Christmases, and enjoys being in the crisp late-September weather.

After the event, the eight – Dizzy, Doug, and Jane end up joining them – wander into the library to pick up some requests from Belle. Some of the books are on hold. Others they wander for.

Exiting the library with about three pounds of books each, Mal pauses only a second, then says, “Race you to drive.” She’s gone before he can blink, but his feet begin moving before he can command them to.

They sprint to the SUV and Ben, though he gains considerably, is one second too late. Mal cheers, puts the books on the hood of the car, and jumps with her arms outstretched. Victory is a fleeting taste for her in their footraces. His fairy is not gifted in the length of legs department.

Ben mocks disappointment as he digs in his pocket for the key fob. She is smirking as he drops it into her outstretched hand. She’s laughing and smiling.

And Ben gets an idea.

He follows her to the driver’s seat, making as if he’s going to open the door for her, but in reality, he’s scheming.

See, his mouth is level with the top of the car. He’s able to see clear over the black plastic mounts on the top of the car and to the other side. Mal is eye level with the middle of the window. More than a head shorter.

Mal unlocks the car. He takes the handle with his right hand.

His left hand he plants on the top of the door. When he pulls the handle, the door stays closed.

Mal’s victorious smile vanishes. “I thought I unlocked it,” she says uncertainly, clicking the open button on the fob again. The car lights flash.

Ben pulls the handle again. “It’s not opening,” he says, doing his best to sound confused.

Mal moves to take the handle and he moves his hand. She tugs. The door pushes against Ben’s left hand, but does not open. Mal tries the fob again.

Jay, Carlos, and Jane walk by to their car and pause to see what’s going on. “You okay?” Jay calls.

“We can’t get the door open!” Mal calls. She still has not looked up yet. Instinct doesn’t direct her to do that. She forgets she is short.

The three – Carlos, Jay, and Jane – hurry over to help. Ben keeps his expression neutral. Evie, Doug, and Dizzy come around from the front, so he and Mal have three friends on either side.

He doesn’t expect his Auradon friends to figure out what he’s doing right away. But his Isle friends…

Evie is tall. Jay is tall. Carlos is… getting there. And all three of them examine the situation and he sees the moment when their eyes all flit upwards to the door. Carlos tilts his head like a confused puppy. Jay covers his mouth with his hand. Surprisingly, Doug gets it before Evie and he can hear him whisper to her behind his back.

Carlos pulls his phone out of his pocket and begins filming, looking as if he’s just googling for help.

Mal looks down at the fob in her hands, locks the car, and then unlocks it again. While she is distracted, Ben gestures to the people in the direction of the camera firmly, brings his finger to his lips, and then makes a motion like a knife across his throat. “Don’t you tell her!” he mouths.

This clues Jane into the fact that something is going on and she moves to stifle a gasp behind her hand. It comes out a squeak. Ben sends her a severe look, then wipes his expression back to neutral before Mal looks up.

Mal is more confused still. “Do the other doors work?” she asks.

“Let’s check,” Ben says. She moves to the passenger side and he slides his hand over to block that one as well. She tries the handle. The door does not open. They go to the other side. Jane has to walk away because she’s gasping for air trying not to laugh. Ben is positive she’s going to give him away. Mal still has not looked up.

“We can’t break a window!” she says. “How are we supposed to get home?”

“It was working just fine on the way here,” Ben says, as if he is not the problem. “Here, let me see the fob.”

He hands it to her, takes his hand off the door, and locks it discreetly. Just once, so it doesn’t beep. She pulls at the handle. Jay very nearly loses his composure and walks back towards his own car quickly. Ben tries the handle. Same response.

Ben clicks a button on the fob and a physical key snaps out of the handle. He puts his hand back on the top of the door as he twists it in the slot in the door. The door unlocks, but doesn’t open when he pulls the handle. Mal is examining the little light in the window. “It looks like it’s unlocking,” she says, sounding somewhat desperate. The heat beats down on Ben’s neck.

He cannot believe he’s getting away with this. It’s been over seven minutes now.

Mal finally sighs and pulls out her phone. “What are you doing?” he asks.

“I’m calling Lumiere,” she admits. “We need to get back somehow, right? And we’ll need a tow for the car or a locksmith or something.”

Ben pulls his phone out of his pocket and hits the speed dial button for Lumiere on his phone. Evie creeps up behind him and snoops over his shoulder as he quickly texts, “Ignore Mal.”

Then, in the precious few seconds while Mal is finding his contact, he writes, “I’m teasing her.”

Lumiere reads the message – probably in the instant Mal begins dialling him. Ben slips his phone back into his pocket nonchalantly. This is great. Like pretending he was under a love spell back in High School.

“Hi, Lumiere,” Mal says. “We kinda have a situation… we can’t get the car door open. Yeah. Ben’s here – he tried too. Can you send someone? Thanks.”

She sighs as she turns the phone off. “Well, okay then.”

“It’ll be okay,” Ben says, noticing Carlos is very close to breaking behind Mal. “At least we have people we can call.”

“Yeah,” she agrees.

Carlos looks to the sky in exasperation. Ben pinches his lips, but he’s cracking now too. “Mal, darling?” he asks, fighting to keep the laugh out of his tone.

“Hmm?”

“Look up.”

Her eyebrows knit together and she does – straight at the sky. He takes her chin and directs her to view where his hand is still clamped over the car door’s frame. It takes her about 27 milliseconds, and her mouth falls open. Doug and Dizzy can’t hold back anymore. They begin to laugh, and so does Ben. The look on Mal’s face is more than shocked. She looks scandalised. Betrayed.

“Have you had your hand there the whole time?” she demands, face going bright pink.

Jane and Jay and Carlos begin laughing and Mal turns, hopefully giving Carlos the best expression to go on film since the camera was invented. He is falling over, trying to keep the camera straight when he’s laughing hard enough to double-over. Ben bends straight over at the waist for a second. He has tears in his eyes.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Mal demands of her friends. “You’re my friend, not his!”

“Ben threatened to ‘off-with-our-heads’,” Jay says, cheekily.

“Plus it was funny,” Carlos said.

“Really funny.”

Ben laughs and opens the door for his sulking wife. She glares and stomps her foot and then gets into the car.

“There’s the video, Ben,” Carlos says, before Ben can request it is sent to him. “Drive safe!”

[the-blind-assassin-12]

It Pours From Your Eyes

1200 Words for 1200 followers #3

A/N: Hi friends! Welcome to the 12-A-Palooza! This event is my way of saying thank you for sticking with me. Your support and kindness toward me and my writing is out of this world and I’m grateful for every last one of you! Moving right along with number three, and I'm not going to lie - this one hurt to write. I hope you'll forgive me.

Warnings: character death, language, 1200 words of angst.

Requested by: @something-tofightfor Song: Hardest of Hearts Character Choice: Rachael unwisely left it up to me, so I went with the most painful best option. Joel Miller. (Thank you for sending this in and please forgive me for what you're about to read. I promise I'll make it better with #4 💚)

Summary: Some things don't need to be said. Until they do.

They didn’t say it. Not one time in all those years. 

That word was a curse and they both knew it. The quickest way to lose something was to love it, and neither of them could take another loss that cut so deeply. So when they felt it on the tips of their tongues they gritted their teeth to keep it from escaping. They stuffed it back inside their chests to let it calcify in their hearts. And then they moved on to the next task. 

What they had was enough. It was everything. Solid. Safe. Sure. They took what they needed from each other, gave what they had willingly. It worked. They worked. And they didn’t want to throw a fucking wrench into the only thing that held either of them together. So even at their weakest moments they never said anything more than “I want you” or “I need you” or “Come here”. 

There were some things that were impossible to curtail, though. The tilt of Tess’ chin to catch the dust-filled sunlight dancing in Joel’s hair. The way Joel’s labor-roughened fingers landed so softly against her bruised, swollen skin. There was nothing they could do about what poured from their eyes when they looked at each other. They couldn’t change the fact that when they touched, it spread like fire. Like an infection. 

They didn’t say it. But they felt it. They knew it was there and they let it stay. As long as it stayed silent. 

What else would it be called if it wasn’t love? What else could they name the thing that grew between them like vines twining through the rungs of one another’s ribs? How else could they justify the things they’d done - and would still do - for each other? The rage and fear and panic they felt in waves when the other was in danger or at risk or hurt - what was that if it wasn’t love?

The way Tess snapped at him to just take the win for once because she wanted to see what hope looked like on his face. How he recoiled from her when she stepped toward him at the State House because he couldn’t conceive a world where the woman in front of him would become his enemy.  

Even without saying it, the curse found them. 

All the nights spent clutching onto one another, holding so tightly their arms ached, pressed so closely no words could breathe between them, all those hours in the dark without admitting the truth had been in vain. Every time they bit it back, every time they stuffed it down had been for nothing. The bitter taste of unspoken I love yous, the layers of brick they laid around their hearts - they did nothing to soften the blow when their luck ran out. 

And it had to, eventually. Luck wasn’t sustainable. It was more rickety than a couple boards balanced between buildings. They knew that. 

What they couldn’t have known until it happened, was that it didn’t just fail to soften the blow, withholding those four letters. It made the impact hit harder.

Oops, right? 

So she did what could. What she knew how to do. What they knew how to do. She loved him the way she always had in those last moments - hard and sharp and right to the quick - and then she went on to her next task.  

The defiant shake of his head and the rust in his throat as he delivered a barrage of no almost made her cave. Watching Joel Miller and all his strength be crushed under the weight of the thing they openly ignored as it continued to grow unwieldy had almost done in the last of her resolve. Almost. 

“I never ask you for anything. Not to feel the way I felt -”

“No.” This one softer, more choked. Less fight. Almost an admission, but old habits weren’t easily broken. The word stayed on his tongue as he let out another “no.”

“Shut the fuck up, because I don’t have time.” 

It was a cruel thing to say. But what could she have said that wasn’t? I love you? I always have, right from the start? How was that any less cruel? To let the only time he would hear it be that one - with death so hot on their heels they could feel its breath on their necks? No. If she hadn’t let him hear it back in their dingy kitchen, if she hadn’t said it to him while he took her apart in their bed, if she never mumbled it as she collapsed onto the mattress beside him or pressed it with a kiss against his bearded cheek before he left for a work shift, she sure as fuck wasn’t about to make him suffer through hearing it now. 

She saw everything going on in his eyes. She saw him doing the math, assessing the damage, processing the loss. She saw the protest and the panic and the anger and - oh, fuck - the sorrow. He was already hurting enough. She spared him as much as she could. 

“Joel.” 

His eyes, all wear and tear and soft leather, locked on hers and Tess took her chance to drink him in one last time. Old scars and creased skin and lips she knew so well. Broad shoulders and strong arms and the body she’d shared her own with. The man that would have to learn to live without her, as he’d already had to do with everyone else in his life. It was the hardest thing Tess had ever done, keeping that word on her tongue until the end, but she did it. For him. Instead, she went with what he needed to hear instead of what she hoped he already knew. 

“Save who you can save.” 

There was a silent conversation then, as the horde came thundering towards them and the seconds sprinted away from them. 

I want to save you. 

I know. But you can’t. I’m so sorry. 

I lo-

I know. I’ve always known. 

And that had to be enough. 

When he took the girl’s hand and dragged her kicking and screaming from the building, Tess knew it wasn’t nearly enough. But it had to be. She watched them disappear around the corner, hands shaking and breaths coming fast and ragged from the creep of the Cordyceps and the anticipation of the unknown. She watched the empty space where they vanished until the door on the other side of the room broke like a dam, a flood of snarls and snapping jaws spilling inside. 

And then she said it - when there was no chance he’d hear it, no chance those words would leave a dark mark on his heart and ruin them for his future, no chance he might turn back and throw himself into the fray to go out alongside her. Her voice was barely audible above the rush of running, growling monsters. But she said it, opened her mouth and let it leap out, tasted it, even if it was only a whisper. 

“I love you, Joel.” 

With the flick of her lighter she finished it. She saved him. 

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[ikeromantic]

Happy (almost 2024). I'd like to request Sariel, eggnog, and party.

Oooooh I like this one. I hope you enjoy! Approx. 1200 words of Sariel to warm your heart. IkePri New Years Event story!

Sariel stood at the fringes, half hidden in shadows. Just as he preferred. He was here to watch and arrange, not to have a good time. His purpose here was to ensure no diplomatic incident and to gather intel. People let themselves go at a party. Alcohol and music were great to loosen the lips of even the most determined schemer. 

Nokto was working his skills with the ladies, while Jin and Leon chatted up the noblemen and merchants. Chevalier held court over a collection of traditionalists, and even Yves had a small entourage of primarily foreign dignitaries in conversation. Things were going well. Almost too well.

His gaze narrowed as he searched the party for the one face he hoped not to see. But there he was. Face half-hidden behind a party mask. The hell cat. His smile said something was planned. Perhaps already in motion. Sariel did another quick check of the room, but saw nothing out of place. 

He hurried toward the servant’s entrance, already armed with the beginnings of a plan. The disturbance must be located and neutralized before - “Emma?”

She was already there, handing out orders to the serving staff and palace guard. “It could look like anything,” she told them. “An envelope. A small cloth sachet. A bag. If you see something like that out of place, immediately - carefully - remove it.”

Sariel couldn’t help but smile as she handled the crisis with grace. And much the same as he might have. Giving orders as if she were born to it. Thinking through what she knew of the hellcat’s tactics. He leaned close and whispered, “I’m so proud of you.”

Emma hadn’t realized he was there and nearly jumped at the sudden, soft voice. But she managed to restrain her surprise to a slight squeak as she spun. “Sariel! Oh my goodness. You really - you shouldn’t sneak up on people!”

He grinned at her expression, caught between amusement and offense. “Many have told me this, and yet my habit remains.” 

She laughed and gave him a little kiss on the cheek. “My beloved devil. I should probably just get used to surprises.”

“As should I. I didn’t realize you were keeping tabs on things tonight.” 

“I didn’t plan to, but when I saw Clavis slip in, I knew something was about to go down.” Emma gave a slight shrug. “A minister is never off duty, right?”

Sariel nodded. “Correct. I overheard your orders. Very well done.”

She grinned. “I did learn from the best.” 

“You are an excellent pupil.” He pulled her into a hug. On duty or not, he wanted to hold her, even if just for a moment. She leaned into him with a happy sigh, and for a moment, they just stood like that. 

Then, from the balcony, there was a muted boom followed by coughing. Sariel and Emma sprang apart and rushed toward the sound. 

Cyran stepped in from the balcony, a look of apology on his face. “Err, sorry everyone. Nothing to worry about. I just dropped something.” The poor man was covered head to toe in ashy blue powder. 

Sariel quickly tossed a coat over him and escorted him from the hall. Emma followed close behind. Once out of earshot, Sariel stopped and turned to the soldier. “What was that?”

“Nothing to worry about. I just dropped a little something off the balcony.” Cyran cleared his throat. “Hopefully it was one of a kind . . .”

“Yes,” Emma and Sariel said at the same time, earning them an amused look. “What else does Prince Clavis have planned,” Sariel continued.

The soldier shrugged. “Who says the prince had anything to do with this? I’m just a little clumsy.”

Sariel frowned. “You know, you don’t have to cover for him. If you agree to testify -”

“Gonna stop you right there. I’m clumsy, and I guarantee there’s no proof Prince Clavis had anything to do with anything. Now. If you don’t mind, I’d like to get this blue stuff off.”

Emma gave a nod. Sariel would have kept questioning the soldier longer, but she was probably right. They wouldn’t get more from him. Cyran was very loyal for reasons Sariel felt he would never understand. Clavis was a menace. “Fine. Go get cleaned up. You best hope you’re right about there being no proof. Because I’d lock the hellcat up in a heartbeat.”

Cyran just grinned and ambled off, leaving a little trail of blue dust in his wake. 

“Do you think that’s the end of it,” Emma asked when they were alone again.

“Doubtful. There wasn’t enough of that blue dust to do more than annoy the -” Sariel’s response was cut short as a series of muted booms echoed down the hall from the ballroom. A moment later, merchants and nobles began to scream. They rushed from the room, dusted in blue. And behind them, Clavis’ laughter rang out as wild as the hellcat himself.

Sariel and Emma ran to the room, but it was far too late. Leon and Jin were coated with the stuff, and Yves was barely recognizable. Chevalier’s pristine white cape was cerulean now, and his icy gaze stared out of blued skin. Clavis wasn’t untouched, but he didn’t seem to care. He had only a moment to enjoy the prank though, as Chevalier reached for his sword. 

Clavis, still cackling, darted from the room with his brother in hot pursuit. The other princes followed, though whether to punish Clavis or stop Chevalier was unclear. 

Emma looked around the room, aghast. “I can’t believe it. Look.” She pointed up. “He attached them to the chandeliers. They probably burst when the packets warmed enough.”

Sariel nodded. There was no one left now in the ballroom. Just them and the blue-dusted remains of the decorations. The servants would come later for clean-up, and tomorrow he would have his hands full with smoothing over this debacle. But right now . . . his amethyst gaze landed on Emma. 

She was dressed for the party, her gown of silk and lace clung to her most fetchingly. And with the party technically over, they were as off-duty as a minister could get. “What are you thinking about,” she asked. “You have that dangerous smile on your face.”

He held out a hand to her, and felt a little thrill of joy when she took it without question. Then he began to lead her in a formal waltz, as if music still played. Emma knew the steps well by now, and moved gracefully with him as if she too could hear the music in his mind. She laughed softly and rested her head on his shoulder.

The blue dust stirred in the air around them, a strange and magic haze that sparkled where the light hit it. Sariel felt as if, for a moment, there was only he and Emma in the world. As if this moment was everything, with his lover in his arms. He spun her and then caught her, pulling her close.

“Have I told you that I love you,” he asked, his gaze locked with hers. 

“Hmmmm . . . have you? I’d need to check my files for a confession . . .” She smiled up at him, happiness etched in every line of her.

Sariel nodded. “I see. Then -” He brushed his lips to hers in a featherlight kiss. “I love you. You are an amazing woman.” 

Her cheeks heated at his words, or perhaps it was the look in his eyes. “I love you too.” 

“I know.”

[incorrect-ikevamp-quotes]

do you think leonardo or comte is older? i can’t remember it being specified but i’m not sure. i mean we have leonardo’s age but how old is comte??? i haven’t played comte’s route so idk if cybird mentioned it or made one up but his real historical birthday/place was pretty much unknown i think??? thoughts?

I always thought Comte was the older of the two? But to be honest I was never sure if that was just my bias talking or it was actually the case. So naturally, because I am So Normal, I did a little digging through all the stories I've read up to this point to see if there were any concrete indicators. The most promising lead I was able to find was from the "Tell Me Your Story" collection event.

Meta under the cut, since I was left unsupervised and it got long:

The contents that are most pertinent to what I have to say are as follows:

In this story, Comte speaks a little bit about his childhood because MC found him playing the violin. He talks about how he originally trained as a young boy on an instrument called "a rebec." Mind you, Comte says that he still has the first one he ever bought--he remembers because he acquired it the day he was told he would stop aging forever. In due course he takes it out to show her--and later plays for her, at her request.

Now, looking at all the facts. The violin was said to be introduced between 1540 and 1560, roughly speaking (I'm not a historian, this is all based on rudimentary research). This doesn't tell us too much though, as Comte does say the instrument he trained on and first purchased was much older. Many sources show the rebec dating back as early as the 10th century (meaning anywhere from 900-1000) in Spanish courts, a supposed mashup of the Arabic rebab and the Eastern European lira. The clearest written records (the few that exist) begin from the early 12th century and on, though it was at the height of its popularity towards the 15th/16th century.

Aside from the fact that that's fuckin crazy, that would place Comte as being born anywhere from 900-1100 (1200-1500 at the very latest). Now I know what you may be thinking. How the hell does that narrow anything down, Minnie?

Given the cultural implications surrounding the rebec's emergence, the context actually does allow certain tentative conclusions to be drawn. I've seen indications that musical talent with a rebec was considered a big deal as an indicator of wealth/higher status in the earlier years of that time frame. Taking Comte's childhood into account--that he was raised to effuse aristocratic breeding and poise--I think that makes it highly unlikely he was learning when it was most associated with street performers (during the latter portion of my posited time frame). Everything about Comte's family pretty much screams old money (aka wealth they were born into, not curated during the rise of the mercantile class trying to be posers), so I really can't see them raising their son to play commoner music.

Another very telling bit lies in the phrasing of how he found the instrument: "he discovered the old rebec among other goods from a foreign trader." Remember that in the latter end of the time frame, it was so commonplace it could probably be found among local vendors/craftsmen--there would be no need for them to be imported from foreigners. I imagine his family only had access to the instruments in accordance with their social standing; naturally the rich would have their connections, but not just anybody would have the money or means to get their hands on one.

If my beginner's dive isn't too far off the mark, that would make Comte anywhere between approximately 400-1000 years old. I get this hunch that he's probably somewhere in the middle, I just don't know where exactly. I wish I had a better estimation since that's a pretty huge range, but considering the lifespan of the rebec it's hard to tell.

The only great anachronism in all this is the existence of Comte's pocket watch which was gifted to him by his tutor (I believe that's what she was, I know it was one of the human people in his house when he was young). The first pocket watch is said to have been created in Germany in 1510 (and shortly after distributed in Italy), but honestly it feels a bit out of place compared to all of the other evidence available to us. If that's the case, then Comte could have been born in the 1490s (since he received it when he was like 12, somewhere around there). Honestly I do feel the game suggests that he's older than that, so there's some dissonance there. But I leave that up to personal interpretation, since I'm not 100% sure about it either.

Lowkey, I feel like they might have gone so hard with the timepiece imagery for Comte that they forgot the historical practicalities attached to them, so that's half the reason I don't know what to do with this information. I get that vibe of like something something rich people cop out, unless purebloods have weirdly long childhoods--

Leonardo I don't have as many receipts because I'm just a poor Comte stan trying to live (his collection stories are pain), but if we go by the indication that his in-game life loosely follows the historical figure and simply continues on with his faked death, that means he was likely born somewhere around 1452. I can't remember super clearly, but for whatever reason my only memory of age indicators for Leonardo was around 400 or so (which tracks with that interpretation). That would actually make him potentially younger than Comte, younger than I initially anticipated. Or, if Comte was born on the latter end of my estimations, they are at the very least close in age.

Also please don't hesitate to let me know if I'm missing any receipts on Leonardo, I have only one brain cell and she is trying so hard, my friends

As to the place of Comte's birth I haven't the slightest clue about that. It's pretty obvious he's of European ancestry, but as to where he was born/raised exactly, it's difficult to tell. Given all the talk of the rebec there's a decent likelihood he originates from the Mediterranean area/Southern Europe, as it is an Arabic instrument by origin that was adapted into something new by Spain. (This could mean he was born anywhere between France, Spain, Italy, or even the countries a little further up or closer to the Middle East.)

I considered Northern Europe/England, but honestly the evidence doesn't really seem to lean in that direction. Comte mentioned that he once lived in England and made friends there, but the way he talks about makes it sound like he was a visitor/traveler, not a native. And frankly, Comte isn't insufferable enough to be English lmao, he has a conscience. There is actually some tentative evidence for Irish descent, as the vampy mind persuasion/compulsion is termed "geas" in the game, which is a word that stems from Irish gaelic/folklore. The only reason I don't think there's a real connection is that there's no further evidence tying Comte to Ireland; and I don't think the etymology necessarily guarantees ancestry (though there is something to be said about the Irish gothic and vampiric origins).

Admittedly it feels like the game makes his nationality vague on purpose, and I think this has a two-part intention. The first is that historically he was shrouded in a great deal of mystery, so it only makes sense they would be reluctant to name a singular place. The second is that--and I don't remember where the screenshot is, I saw it a while ago--the game describes him as belonging to no one place (that he belonged to all and none). Keeping his character construction in mind, I feel like this aligns with his general theme of contradiction. He's a greater vampire who prefers to keep company among humans, he's a powerful being with a fragile/sensitive heart, he has strong convictions but hesitates constantly, he's able to blend in almost everywhere he goes but never truly feels like he belongs. It would only make sense, narratively speaking, to keep with that motif/trend.

Also quick aside, because I can't help the music nerd in me. Rebecs are bitchin?????? Holy shit slay. Fun fact: they appear to have been primarily used for festivities, played for dancing. That gives a whole new impression to the fact that he bought one the moment he found out he would never age any further. I guess I just think about how that's a pretty joyous purpose for the music (beyond the pedigree aspect). That he clung to this specific artifact as a way to remind himself of his connection to humanity, that it was about people gathering and enjoying each other's company (and yet at the same time, all the political games that come with such leisure)...what a reflection of who he is today. I think it's fascinating how much people are at the heart of his personal motivations and feelings, considering how easy it is for purebloods to become lone wolves (power and secrecy would lend itself to that.) Instead, Comte chooses to hide in plain sight and actively works to stay engaged in the times and among the population. Then again, if I were hundreds of years old I would probably also beg for a distraction from the encroaching madness so like ajkhslgfkjhfslakjh it's very sweet but also mood...

In short:

Thank you for the ask, lovely!! 💛💛💛💛 I hope this answers your question? I love any excuse to talk about my one and only 👀💍

[fuckyeahdindjarin]

Fuck Yeah Drabbles

Welcome to my collection of drabbles, listed by character. Most are requests from milestone celebration events. Please read tags and warnings listed under each drabble before reading.

DIETER BRAVO

Dieter Bravo x library AU

Dieter Bravo x roommates AU

Grays x Consent AU drabble: Dieter Bravo

FRANKIE MORALES

Frankie Morales x soulmates AU

Frankie Morales x stripper AU

Grays drabble: Break it in

JACK DANIELS

Jack Daniels x tattoo parlour AU

Jack Daniels x pirate AU

Grays AU drabble: Jack Daniels

Palomino drabble: Real

Palomino drabble: Cowgirl Aesthetics

JAVIER PEÑA

Grays AU drabble: Javier Peña

JOEL MILLER

Joel Miller x college neighbour AU

MISC.

Full lists of drabbles including other Pedro boys are included in the original follower milestone masterlists:

1200 sleepover

2222 sleepover

MAIN MASTERLIST

[lab1rynth]

𝑳𝑨𝑺𝑻 𝑪𝑨𝑳𝑳 𝑭𝑶𝑹 𝑴𝑶𝑹𝑨𝑳𝑺. . .

✱⁎∗✤ 𝟏𝟎𝟎𝟎 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭 ܍✤∗⁎✱ MINOR DNI, HOMOPHOBES/TRANSPHOBES DNI this is only for followers and anons of this blog [DONT LIKE? DONT INTERACT.]

THIS IS ONLY UNTIL I HIT 1200 FOLLOWERS

𝙁𝙄𝙏 𝙁𝙊𝙍 𝘼 𝙔𝘼𝙉𝘿𝙀𝙍𝙀

A shipping event

give me details of yourself, looks, personality, etc.

you may also give details of an OC!

I will pair you with one of the Yanderes I've written depending on the information you've given me!

there will be short head canons with you and the yandere I ship you with.

you only get one yandere ship for this event!

𝑳𝑶𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑺 𝑳𝑬𝑻𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺

Request a yandere

I will write a short love letter towards you from the yandere

you may also request an event like Valentines day, Christmas, Your birthday and I will include that into the note

I will write to you in their handwriting as well!

you may ask for an OC x Yandere note

you get at least 3 requests for Lovers Letters!

. . . 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐊

[scotianostra]

On 24th April, 1633, a regiment of 1200 men was raised by Sir John Hepburn which ultimately became the Royal Scots.

Charles I issued a Royal Warrant in 1633 for Sir John Hepburn to raise a Scottish Regiment to serve in France as Garde Écossaise; the bodyguard of King Louis XIII and the Regiment went on to serve during the Thirty Years War , losing three Colonels in various actions in 38 years.

Due to the Royal Warrant the Regiment remained part of the British standing Army and could be recalled to Britain at any time Itemained in France during the turmoil of the civil war and was not recalled until 1661, following Oliver Cromwell’s death in 1658 and the abdication of his son as Lord Protector in 1659.

After the first elections in 20 years, Parliament was reformed and proclaimed Charles II as King and invited him to return to England from exile in 1660. In 1661 the Regiment was finally recalled to plug the gap between the disbandment of the Cromwell’s New Model Army and the creation of a Regular Army, in which the Regiment became the model for all other units.

The Royal Scots Museum is situated in Edinburgh Castle.The Museum is a private one and is financially dependent on voluntary contributions.

The story of the Regiment is explained in chronological order on pictorial wall panels supported by maps, display cases, tableaux and dioramas. The medal collection is too large to be openly displayed and therefore only a selection is on view. The remainder is mounted in drawers which can be opened on request. Also to be seen are collections of silver, sets of drums and old colours. Other interesting features of the Museum are the descriptions given of contemporary life in the Army and the overhead panels which show significant national and world events of the relevant period.

The Royal Scots were merged with other Scottish regiments in 2006 to form the Royal Regiment of Scotland..

[in-my-feels-probably]

Hi!!! congrats for 1200 followers! So last time I couldn’t take part in your event, congrats for your 1000 followers as well btw, but I’d like to participate again this time! Obviously only answer this if you’re okay with me participating again! I’d like to request a matchup for Bridgerton (even someone from Queen Charlotte is fine if you think they suit me better) <3

I’ll send my description again!

my pronouns are she/her and I’m asexual biromantic so any gender is fine. I’m an ESFJ and a Gemini. I have green eyes and brown hair, I have a mullet with blue strands. I dress with vintage/fairy grunge clothes. I wear lots of rings and love to exchange them with others.

I’m the mom friend of the group, always there for everyone and my friends say that I’m really good at comforting people. I’m also calm and responsible, I usually am the one that takes care of other people. I’m very optimistic, I always try to see the good in everything and I often put other’s needs before my own. I love making others laugh to lighten the situation. I don’t like when people tell me what to do and I’m not afraid to stand up for myself or for someone else. I also dislike when someone is too serious and really can’t take a joke as I tend to use humor as my coping mechanism.

All my friends tell me I’m very smart, I get very good grades and I do well in school. I also try to help my friends with study and school as much as possible. I’m also very ambitious, I always try to achieve my goals.

My love languages are, receiving, physical touch and words of affirmation and giving, quality time and words of affirmation.

I absolutely love listening to music, it helps me relax and I really like reading. I also love watching horror movies even though it’s impossible to scare me. I also play Dungeons and Dragons with my friends anytime I can. also, I absolutely love musicals and I’m definitely a theatre kid.

I really hope I did this right, have a great day :)

hi!

thank you for participating, nice to see you again :)

since you have no gender preference, i’ll tell you who i ship you with out of both the boys and the girls, and then do the full thing with who i think you’re better suited for.

i ship you with eloise and king george!

i’m gonna go with george for this, i hope that’s alright with you.

i think he’d be drawn to you visually. you’d strike him as interesting, and when he got to know you, he’d fall completely. you’d be very inviting. he needs someone calm and positive, someone caring and loving. everyone needs a mom friend, and he certainly wouldn’t turn one down. he needs someone to make him laugh and smile when he’s having a rough day—or a few rough days. you’d be like charlotte. able to stand up for him and make him feel safe when he needed you to be stronger than him. but he’d also never let you feel undervalued, and he would always make sure you were doing alright too. i think he’s got a way about him that makes him easy to open up to. you’d know you could tell him anything, and he’d know you could always work things out together.

i think george would enjoy a little bit of academic rivalry with you, or rivalry in general. he’s very well educated, especially in the sciences, and i think he enjoys being a knowledgeable person. he’d appreciate someone who could match his level of banter and intellect, and hed love a challenge. i do think overall, though, he’d appreciate a curious mind. he’d love that you were interested in learning new things, and your ambition would make him proud. if you showed any interest in his interests, he’d love that even more.

i think touch is a very special thing to george. they can be so innocent and pure. a comfort, and nothing more. his tremors would make him a bit nervous to initiate touch, though, and if you cleared his mind of any doubt by taking his hand like nothing was wrong, he’d consider it a very special thing between the two of you. i think another love language of his is words of affirmation. praise goes far with him, and he’d know that it goes far with you too. quality time is probably his third. he would like being alone with you and doing simple things. talking, fleeting touches, going for walks around the garden. hed look forward to those times when he didn’t have to worry about his duties as king and he could just be with you.

the best part of his day would be seeing you after a long day. he’d take you for a walk around the gardens, his hand in yours. he’d smile when he could fill you fiddling with one of the rings on his fingers.

“what did you do today, love? get any more of that book read?”

“i finished it,” you’d smile, making him grin.

“we’re going to need a bigger library at the rate you’re reading,” he’d tease, squeezing your hand. “did you enjoy it?”

you’d nod, gushing to him about the ending. he’d grin, seeing how excited you got talking about the characters and the story.

“i knew you’d like it.”

you’d raise a brow. “and why is that?”

“because i read it first. i had to make sure you weren’t wasting your time on something that wasn’t any good.”

you’d feel your heart flutter at his thoughtfulness, pressing yourself closer to his side. “what about you? what did you do today?”

“nothing worth talking about.”

you’d look up at him, slowing your pace. “are you sure? i’m here to listen.”

he’d smile down at you, shaking his head. “i’m sure, love. i’m having far more fun talking about you.”

—

thank you again for participating! i hope you liked this :)

[tiashads]

Attracting, Recruiting, and Finding Models for an OnlyFans Agency

In this article, we will discuss how we managed to attract new models to an OF agency at $129 each.

Project Features:

An Australian OnlyFans agency that needed Asian-looking models with conversational English skills. The main criteria were: girls aged 18-26, with a cute appearance, and most importantly - petite. To quote the client: "The smaller, the better" 😂

Goals:

The cost per application should not exceed $5.

Sign at least 6 contracts with models.

The total contract cost should not exceed $400 (including our services and expenses, not just the advertising budget).

Funnel:

Creatives

We decided to test two launch options: in the girls' native languages with a note about conversational English proficiency and directly in English. What do you think worked better? We also felt that creatives in English would perform better and result in fewer junk applications from girls who don't speak English. Still, it turned out otherwise - either Asian girls are so responsible and proper, or it's just luck, but we didn't notice any difference in applications. The percentage of non-targeted applications was roughly the same in both cases, so we left it as it was.

We always create unique creatives for each project, experimenting with design and formats, as you never know what will show the best results.

Lead Form

There's nothing more convenient than a quick application form where we only ask for the girl's name and Telegram handle / WhatsApp number. In this project, there was no need to use a lead form with conditional logic, as there were no specific criteria to immediately filter out non-targeted applications. We could have included a question about conversational English, but girls evaluate their English differently, and some tend to underestimate themselves, so we decided not to risk it.

Why didn't we direct the girls straight to chat with the client? It's simple! We've been working in the adult industry for years and have long noticed that girls don't like to initiate contact. Maybe it's just us, but the conversion rate drops significantly, so there's nothing better than a lead form.

To ensure applications instantly reach the client, we use the Apix-Drive service.

Application Processing

We usually offer our managers' services for processing applications with extensive experience in the adult industry, but the client immediately stated that no one could handle it better than him. The client took full control of application processing and did a great job! To manage the flow of applications, we paused the ads on Mondays and Tuesdays, meaning the ads ran only 5 days a week.

Results:

Spent: $1817.23

Leads received: 624

Cost per lead: $2.91

Contracts signed: 14

Cost per model: $129 from the advertising budget

Four out of the fourteen girls have an existing OF account, here's some information about them and their earnings:

Verified, up to $100 per month.

Verified, not earning.

Averaging $500 per month, 40 paying fans - duo content.

Averaging $1000-1200 per month, 30k followers on TikTok, 4k on Instagram; requested 35%.

Also, one of the girls who signed the contract has a total of 300k followers across her social media.

Conclusions:

Throughout our collaboration, the client kept us updated on all events and provided detailed feedback on leads. We still work with him but in a different direction -> finding chatters.

All the set goals were achieved and even exceeded, as we managed to find two models who are already making money from their OF content.

Do You Want to Attract Models to Your Escort/Webcam/OnlyFans Agency?

If you need a reliable team with extensive experience in the 18+ niche or want to consult with us, contact us!

Get in touch with me:

Telegram

WhatsApp

If you have another 18+ business that's hard to advertise on Facebook, don't hesitate to reach out us, we work with that too.

[restlessmaknae]

1200 followers request event

Celebrating 1200 followers is a big thing for me. I started sharing my stories on Tumblr 8 years ago, and I’ve never thought that I would reach this many people. It may seem like a small amount of followers to some big blogs, but to me, it means the world that so many of you are interested in my blog and my stories.

As a token of appreciation, I would like to repay you for your love and support in the form of a request event. Since I usually don’t take requests, this is an excellent opportunity for you to do so!

The masterlist to the already requested stories can be found HERE.

NOTES

I’ll close the requests after receiving 10 requests or by 28th February - whichever comes first

I plan on writing stories less than 5k for this event, but I might exceed it at times if inspiration hits unexpectedly (for my last request event, I said the same and wrote a story with almost 20k words… oops)

I plan on posting these stories by 31st August at the latest because I have a full-time job and I might not have a lot of time to write at times, but if for any reason, I can’t fulfill this, I will let you know. Also, I usually indicate in my pinned post which story I’m working on, so you can also check that for updates or simply shoot me a message.

I will combine all the requests into a masterlist as soon as they start coming in, so you know that I’ve received your message.

These stories might be familiar if you’ve recently filled out my taglist form, so don’t worry if you feel like you’re interested in more than just one story! If you’ve indicated in the form that you would be interested in the said band’s stories, you will be tagged nevertheless.

HOW CAN I REQUEST?

Simply send me an ask with your chosen story from the list below.

Please, note that anons can’t request a story since anons can’t be tagged.

HOW MANY STORIES CAN I REQUEST?

To make it fair for everyone, one person can only request one story.

WHAT IF TWO PEOPLE REQUEST THE SAME STORY?

I will try to update the masterlist of the requested stories as soon as I can, but if two users request the same story, they will both be tagged when the story is published.

WHAT CAN I CHOOSE FROM?

As voted by you in a previous poll of mine, you can request a story from a list of already planned stories of mine.

Below, you will find the stories with the idol, au, genres, pairing and summary listed in alphabetical order.

A.C.E

✧ YUCHAN :: spiderman au :: fluff, comedy

Spiderman!Yuchan x nurse!female reader/you

On Halloween, a semi-blooded guy in a Spiderman costume throws himself into the hospital ward you're working at and little do you know, the friendly neighbourhood Spiderman is actually him.

BOYNEXTDOOR

✧ TAESAN :: parallel worlds au, star-crossed lovers, dreamwalking :: mystery

Taesan x female reader/you

Reality becomes distorted when Taesan meets you in real life after meeting you in his dreams only.

✧ SUNGHO :: frozen au :: fluff, comedy

ice harvester!Sungho x princess!female reader/you

When your sister suddenly leaves the palace, you’re set on bringing her back. Even if it means you have to team up with an ice harvester who’s constantly questioning your life (and relationship) choices.

✧ RIWOO :: royalty au, magical kingdoms au :: fluff

prince!Riwoo x baker!female reader/you (Earth Kingdom)

There was one thing that could sweep Riwoo off his feet: dessert. When he meets you, he realises that there might be something else that can sweep him off his feet…

CIX

✧ BX :: fluff, slice of life

delivery man!BX x female reader/you

In which the food delivery guy shows up at your door at 11:59 on New Year’s Eve, and ultimately becomes the one you spend the first minutes of the new year with.

CRAVITY

✧ SERIM :: university au :: fluff, comedy

uni student!Serim x uni student!female reader/you

You think that you managed to hit it off with Serim at Allen’s party, but he goes MIA the next day, and you’re left wondering if you’re destined to have awful experiences with guys.

ENHYPEN

✧ JAKE :: disneyland au :: fluff, comedy

Disneyland employee!Jake x visitor!female reader/you

Jake dressed up as Flynn Rider rizzing you up at Disneyland.

✧ JAKE :: royalty au, kingdom au, star-crossed lovers :: fantasy, angst

medic!Jake x princess!female reader/you

You’ve known Jake ever since you were kids as his father was the medic at the palace. Your affection towards him only grows as you grow older, but princesses can’t always have what they want.

NCT

✧ KUN :: mythology au, star-crossed lovers :: fluff, comedy, angst

chef!Kun x goddess!female reader/you

When you start popping up in Kun’s life, trying to set him up with every possible woman in his vicinity, Kun thinks that you’re a joke. Until the truth comes to light, and he realises that the only woman he loves but shouldn’t is you; an ancestor to a literal Greek God.

✧ TEN :: domestic, established relationship :: fluff, slice of life

boyfriend!Ten x female reader/you

In which Ten is an artist, and his biggest inspiration is you.

✧ XIAOJUN :: guardian angel au, star-crossed lovers :: fantasy, fluff, comedy, angst

guardian angel!Xiaojun x female reader/you

Sworn to protect you whatever it takes, Xiaojun finds himself falling for you along the way, ultimately putting your life in danger.

THE BOYZ

✧ HYUNJAE :: magical kingdom au, magical school au :: rivals to lovers

wizard!Hyunjae x wizard!female reader/you

If you thought that being in the same competition with Hyunjae to get into the prestigious wizardry school was bad enough, you’re dead wrong. Actually studying in the same school afterwards is even worse.

TXT

✧ YEONJUN :: magical kingdom au, royalty au :: fluff

royal tutor!Yeonjun x female!princess reader

Since your parents didn’t let you participate in the annual contest to get into the prestigious wizardry school, you’re set on not listening to the tutor who will teach you how to tame your magic. That is until you actually meet your new tutor, Choi Yeonjun.

ZEROBASEONE

✧ HANBIN (SIDE READER X HAO) :: dystopian :: angst

Hanbin x female reader/you

In a world where you’re assigned a partner for life by the government, you probably shouldn’t wonder why you feel something towards another boy. Zhang Hao seems like everything you could ask for, so why… why can’t you like him the way you like Hanbin?

If you have more questions, don’t hesitate to ask me!

Otherwise, enjoy the event and request to your heart’s content! 🥰

[sleepingdeath-light]

to celebrate reaching 1.2k followers and simultaneously help myself keep active in regards to general creative writing - specifically, as one could guess, in regards to fanfic - i decided to open up a more easily organised event that you all can participate in!

if you send in a request, i will write a short imagine for you featuring your character(s) and kink of choice. these will be in the second person (you/yours/yourself) and will vary in length anywhere between a few hundred and over a thousand words per piece.

if you have any questions about this event, feel free to ask and i will get back to you as soon as i can!

here’s what i need from you if you’d like to send in a request for kink bingo:

one kink from the grid below

one or two characters from my available fandoms

the gender of the reader insert - including any relevant anatomy (e.g. being amab/afab or being pre/post either main gender affirming surgery if trans)

who will be receiving the requested act (either the reader or characters)

confirmation that you’re 18 or over (either in the request itself, if on anon, or in a pm/in your bio if you’re not on anon)

and here’s your selection (transcription under the cut):

row one

bondage

corruption kink

intoxicated sex

thigh riding

creampie

row two

body worship

public sex

pegging

deep throating

size kink

row three

face sitting

somnophilia

breath play / choking

gun play

overstimulation

row four

temperature play

degradation

blow job

reward

punishment

row five

ddlg

voyeurism

hand job

free use

consensual non-consent

[the-blind-assassin-12]

Strong Enough To Stand

1200 words for 1200 followers #5

A/N: Hi friends! Welcome to the 12-A-Palooza! This event is my way of saying thank you for sticking with me. Your support and kindness toward me and my writing is out of this world and I’m grateful for every last one of you! This one sort of follows one of the other requests that I got for Joel for this event called It Pours From Your Eyes, but it can also be read as stand alone. 

Warnings: loss, mention of character death, Joel Miller’s big sad eyes

Requested by: @senorabond​ Song: Heavy In Your Arms Character Choice: Joel Miller - thank you so much for sending this in! This song is such a good choice for Joel, and I hope you like the direction that I took it in! 

Summary: It’s a difficult day for Joel, and though you don’t know the details of why, you try to be there for him the best way that you can. Joel realizes that he doesn’t have to repeat his regrets - so he doesn’t. 

Joel cleared the gravel from his throat as soon as the stream came into view. 

He hadn’t spoken since that morning, the two of you wordlessly breaking down your camp. For most of the day there had been nothing but your horses’ hooves on the hard ground to break the silence. It was nearing sundown when he finally spoke your name, voice creaking with disuse. 

That’s not all it is. 

You’d known to expect this when you woke up that morning - even though you’d done so with his arms around you, holding you against his chest. You’d known to expect it because you’d seen him like this before. 

Today means something. 

It was an annual occurrence, one of those horrible anniversaries that everyone had. A ritual of remembrance that did nothing to lessen the load he carried, but that he needed to do anyway. 

You’d been assigned to a patrol with him shortly after he and Ellie showed up when you witnessed it the first time. He’d asked you to wait with the horses while he filled the canteens at the stream. You hardly knew him then, but the look in his eyes was all you needed to know that he was really asking for a moment to himself. Your canteen was still full, but you handed it to him with a nod, turning to give him privacy. You hadn’t meant to, but when you turned back around at the sound of his footsteps approaching again, you’d noticed a small stack of rocks near the water’s edge. 

Joel was a stranger to you then. You knew next to nothing about him, only that he was Tommy Miller’s brother. But you knew why people built memorials. Why they carved names into trees, spoke to the wind, left notes where no one would find them. You wanted to know who the stone pyramid was for, what that person meant to him. But you knew better than to ask. 

You were certain that was why he had chosen to slowly trust you. 

The following year, when he was assigned to another patrol around the same time, Joel requested you as his partner. Again as you’d neared the stream a few miles outside of town, he suggested that you stick with the horses so he could refill your water supply. Though you purposely kept your eyes averted that time, the sound of rocks knocking together reached your ears.

But still, you said nothing when Joel returned. 

The two of you were friends by then. More than friends, some nights. The trust and comfort you found in each other had grown, not taking down walls entirely, but opening doors from time to time. You’d brought him into your bed. He’d taken you into his arms. But there were still lines that you didn’t cross - wouldn’t cross, unless Joel did first. 

With the passing of another year, you felt him coming closer to those lines than he ever had before. And fuck, you were ready. You were ready to see the rest of him, the parts he hadn’t shown you yet, ready to take half the weight from his heart even if it was enough to sink yours. 

You were ready to love him. 

But right now there was something that you knew he had to do. Even if you still didn’t know the reason behind it. 

It’s important to him. That’s what matters. 

Clicking your tongue, you stopped your horse next to Joel’s, climbing down as he did the same. When he looked up, your eyes locked with his and even though you knew what to expect, seeing the raw ache in them nearly knocked the breath from your lungs. You wanted to wrap your arms around him, lace your fingers together behind his neck and show him that you were there, right there with him. 

You didn’t, though. Instead, you handed him your canteen before he could ask for it. You resisted the urge to lean forward and kiss the patch of skin that showed through his beard, let your lips linger there like a punctuation point. Like they did when you shared sheets in the dark. “I’ll stay with the horses, Joel.” 

Something new flashed in his eyes then, something different from what you’d come to expect from this ritual. The roughened pads of his fingers grazed your knuckles as he took the canteen from you, and you watched the bob of his Adam’s apple as he swallowed the heaviness that had stolen his words. He held your gaze for a few seconds longer, almost as though he was waiting for something. 

But then he nodded, turning with a sniff and heading for the water.

–  –  –

Joel’s hand plunged beneath the water, grasping for the flat rock that lay at the bottom. It would make for a solid base. Pulling it out, he set it on the bank, a ragged sigh pushing its way through his lips. 

Three years. 

He chose another stone, squeezing it tightly before stacking it atop the first. 

Goddamnit I miss you, Tess. 

The next rock that caught his eye was partially embedded in the muck. He worked his fingertips under it to pull it free, adding it to the pile. It was hefty and broad, strong enough to stand up to wind and weather. Strong enough to last. 

Like we were. 

He was almost certain that she knew how he felt about her. But almost wasn’t good enough. He knew that, now. 

I’m sorry I never said it. I should have. 

He topped the memorial with a smooth, white-gray oval shaped stone. 

I should have told you that I loved you. 

Joel looked down at the cairn letting a fat tear drop onto it. A slight breeze blew over his damp cheeks and he closed his eyes, remembering her last words to him. 

“Save who you can save.”

Your face joined hers behind his eyelids then, and the thought that had been playing on repeat since he woke that morning echoed in his brain again. He shivered, despite the warm summer air. 

I have to tell her. Tonight.  

He’d waited too long to tell Tess. He didn’t want the first time that he said aloud that he loved you to be to a pile of rocks. 

–  –  –  

You made it to the safehouse just before nightfall, Joel’s silence continuing after his return with the canteens. It lasted through your meal. You figured that he wouldn’t break it until the next day. 

But then, with his arms around you, just like they were that morning, he did.

 “I wanna tell you about today.” His lips landed behind your ear. “I wanna tell you about everything. But I have to say something first. Somethin’ that scares the hell out of me but - ”  He sighed. “Something I should have said to you a long time ago.” 

You held your breath for a few seconds, your heart smashing at your ribs.

“I love you.”

His words dropped directly into your heart, solid and sure and strong. 

You didn’t know when the tears started, but they were there when you lay your arm over his, squeezing back. “I love you, too, Joel.” 

I always will. 

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[ro-is-struggling]

Masterlist

Here’s a list with all my works. 

Here are the request rules and this is the list of characters I write for

Last updated: 12/24/24

English is not my first language!

600 FOLLOWERS CELEBRATION MASTERLIST

Marvel

~Bucky Barnes

NIGHTMARES 

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Summary: Bucky is a free man. Free from Hydra and all that they put inside his mind. But that doesn’t mean he’s free from the past. It haunts him in his sleep and everytime he closes his eyes. Luckily he found someone who’s willing to put up with him.

Word count: 4600

Warnings: mentions of nightmares, insecurity, trauma and ptsd, hurt/comfort, mutual pining, angst. Bucky doesn’t think he’s worthy of love. Reader has mental powers. Starts out kinda sad but it ends up being really cute and fluffy in my opinion.

INCOMPLETE

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: When your relationship started to have problems you and Bucky agreed that the best thing to do would be to break up. At the time it had sounded like the only option you had left. But now, several months later, Bucky was beginning to wonder if he had done the right thing because the pain in his heart and the emptiness in his chest only seemed to grow with each passing day.

Word count: 2600+

Warnings: angst (with happy ending), one kinda intense kiss scene, fluff

TENSION

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Bucky has been acting distant and you can’t help but think it’s your fault.

Word count: 1700

Warnings: angst (with happy ending), Bucky is a little harsh on reader, mentions of past trauma (reader’s parents had a shitty toxic relationship)

ENEMIES

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Summary: You and Bucky don’t get along. He hates you from the moment he found out you used to work for Hydra and has no problem showing it. Until one day after an accident on a mission he discovers the truth about your past and realizes that you two aren’t so different after all.

Word count: 5000

Warnings: angst, hurt/comfort, enemies to friends, Bucky and Steve are mean to the reader, mentions of past trauma (the reader was experimented on and tortured by Hydra kinda like Bucky), reader has powers that allow her to transfer people’s wounds on her own body and heal them using her own vital force, fluff (Bucky it’s a sweetheart in the end)

JEALOUSY

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Summary: An undercover mission in Madripoor of all places leads to rivalry, jealousy and unexpected confessions of love.

Word count: 6700

Warnings: takes place on the events of episode 3 o tfatws, mutual pining, jealousy, Zemo being a little shit, brief mention of reader’s backstory (she worked for a thief and smuggler named Fiona before joining the avengers), reader fake-flirts with Zemo, Bucky and the reader fight and it ends in light smut (just some kisses and over the clothes stuff), fluff

BETWEEN US

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Rogers!Fem!Reader

Summary: Zemo contacts you after escaping from prison because he wants you to help him stop the Power Broker. You thought he was crazy for thinking you would be willing to join him, but when he brought up the fact that it was a dangerous mission you had no choice but to accept his offer. You hated Zemo, but you weren’t willing to lose Bucky. He was the last family you had left.

Word count: 9400

Warnings: established relationship (Bucky and reader are married), angst, reader lies to Bucky, Zemo being a little shit and getting in everybody’s heads, Bucky’s insecurities, ends in fluff. Also reader is Steve’s younger sister and a super soldier

DANCE WITH SOMEBODY

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Summary: Bucky dances with you for the first time in 70 years

Word count: 1200

Warnings: pure fluff, mentions of the reader having some kind of healing power, set somewhere after caws so bucky is in control of his body but is having trouble remembering his past

UNDERCOVER TRILOGY MASTERLIST

Summary: Your first mission with the Avengers proves to be more difficult than you expected when you discover you have to go undercover with none other than Bucky Barnes. Spending so much time together posing as an engaged couple leads to the development of feelings that you fear will change your relationship forever.

Series Warnings: slow burn, mutual pining, fake dating, forced proximity (only one bed trope), mentions of the reader being insecure about her body, probably overuse of pet names (doll). Smut, praise kink, body worship, dirty talk, oral sex (f receiving), p in v sex, aftercare

ROAD TRIP

Pairings: platonic!Bucky Barnes x Reader, platonic!Steve Rogers x Reader, platonic!Sam Wilson x Reader

Summary: you annoy the shit out of Steve, Sam and Bucky—especially Bucky—during a long road trip.

Word count: 3400

Warnings: crack fic, humor, sharing beds, kinda fluffy

LOSE MYSELF

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Summary: Bucky can’t help but fall in love with his new neighbor even though every fiber of his beings tells him to stay away from her.

Word count: 4200

Warnings: song fic, fem reader, written from Bucky’s point of view, angst, mentions of insecurities and trauma (from Bucky’s side), mutual pining kinda, Bucky being a total simp for the reader, fluff

NEW LOVE

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader, past Matt Murdock x Female Reader

Summary: after a long day at work all you want to do is curl up on the couch with Bucky and forget about the existence of the outside world. But things get complicated when the past catches up with you, knocking on your door and asking for your help.

Word count: 6600

Warnigs: mentions of the reader being a nurse, jealousy, talks of insecurities, mentions of blood, reader being afraid to love again, angst with a happy ending

BEING HOMESICK AND WATCHING THE WORLD CUP WITH THE AVENGERS HEADCANONS

Pairings: platonical Avengers x Reader, Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Bucky senses that something is wrong with you but you don’t seem ready to talk about it. After watching you closely for a while he discovers that your sadness comes from missing your home country and decides to do something to cheer you up. One day you mention to him how excited you are about the World Cup and that gives Bucky the idea of throwing you a surprise party to watch the last game of the event together. In the midst of the tensions of the game, emotions surface and your feelings for Bucky are exposed in the most unexpected way.

Word count: 6600 total, 3700 (part 1) 2900 (part 2)

UNTITLED SHY!BUCKY X READER

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Summary: lately I can’t stop thinking about Bucky being shy around a girl he likes. The idea of such a tall, strong, imposing man turning into a nervous mess who can’t even look you in the eye drives me crazy. It’s the duality of the toughness of his exterior contrasting against the softness and tenderness of his interior that leaves me screaming, crying and throwing up. So I’m gonna write about it!

Word count: 2400 (This was supposed to be a drabble… ooops)

Warnings: a little angsty but with happy ending

TOUCH

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Summary: Bucky was not a fan of physical contact, that was something you knew about him even before you started dating him. What you didn’t know was how incredibly touch starved he was. That is until one lazy Sunday afternoon, when you take your relationship to the next level.

Word count: 4300

Warnings: SMUT MINORS DNI, porn with feelings, dry humping, overstimulation, kinda sub!bucky x gentle dom!reader, touch starved bucky, a little angst (it’s bucky duh), fluff

BREAKFAST IS SERVED

Pairing: Stucky x Female!Reader

Summary: Bucky decides to have you for breakfast. When Steve interrupts you, he asks him to join in and the both of them feast on you  {Part 2 of Let Me Help}

Word count: 7800

Warnings: SMUT MINORS DNI, Porn without plot (like there’s literally no plot, just filth), dom!Bucky (trust me, it’s a warning), fingering, edging, oral sex (f & m receiving), penetrative sex, dirty talk, slight degradation/name calling (slut), cum play kinda, praise kink, overstimulation, threesome, fluff at the end. No real Stucky action, just them having their fun with the reader ;) (although Bucky kinda fucks them both in a way👀)

SELF CARE

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader (it can pass as gender neutral I think?)

Summary: Bucky always seemed interested in your skin care routine, so when one day he arrives tired and drained from a mission, you take the opportunity to show him the importance and benefits of self-care.

Word count: 2200

Warnings: established relationship, brief mention to Bucky’s past trauma, a fuck ton of fluff, my little knowledge of skin care lol

DARK SIDE OF ME

Pairing: Stripper!Bucky Barnes x Innocent!Fem!Reader

Summary: The plan you and your friends had come up with to celebrate your 21st birthday was simple: go to as many bars as you could in one night and stay out of the hospital. You weren’t a big fan of it, but everyone had done it and now it was your turn. However, things went off the rails quickly and you ended up being dragged to Heroes, a superhero-themed strip club. You thought it was a bad idea, until you met the cold, piercing blue eyes of the Winter Soldier and simply couldn’t look away.

Or the one when reader gets her first lap dance

Word count: 4400

Warnings: stripper AU, stripper!bucky x innocent!reader, suggestive tones, lap dance (I tried really hard), no actual smut, alcohol consumption, reader giving in to peer pressure, fem reader

~Matt Murdock

GIVE ME LOVE

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Reader

Summary: You and Matt have a complicated relationship. You swore you would never see him again. But you were weak and one night, fueled by alcohol, you decided to call him.

Word count: 1400

Warnings: light/implied smut (there’s some kissing and touching but nothing too heavy) so I’ll ask minors to not interact with this

YOU RUINED ME

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Female Reader

Summary: on a cold rainy night Y/N accidentally ends up standing in front of her ex-boyfriend’s house and remembers with sadness the last time she walked through those doors.

Word count: 3800

Warnings: fem reader, emotional infidelity (Matt is still in love with Elektra), breakup, unrequired love (the reader is still in love with Matt, but he has feelings for Elektra). It’s pure sadness with no happy ending

THE HELL WE BOTH MADE FOR EACH OTHER

Pairing: Matt murdock x Female Reader

Summary: You love Matt with all your heart, but you can no longer put up with the risks of his double life.

Word count: 2000

Warnings: ANGST like so much fucking angst, there is no happy ending only tears. Also I wrote this with a fem!reader in mind but I don’t think there is any direct mention to the reader’s gender, so keep that in mind!

~Peter Parker

FRIENDLY NEIGHBORHOOD SPIDER-MAN

Pairing: TASM!Peter Parker x Female Reader

Summary: Spider-Man was doing his night patrol when he heard the sobs of a lonely woman sitting on the sidewalk under the rain. He went over to help her, unaware that by doing so he was also helping himself.

Or the one where two lonely souls find comfort in each other.

Word count: 17000 (okay, hear me out! the story is split into parts so you can close it and come back later and you won’t miss anything)

Warnings: this is inspired by some of Peter 3 lines in No Way Home (about how he stopped pulling his punches) so there’s a lot of sadness over Gwen’s death, hurt/comfort, Peter being a flirty bastard, the reader doesn’t know Spider-Man’s identity for the most part, mentions of blood and injuries, Peter being scared of feelings, the reader getting attacked in the streets (but it’s very quick and nothing happens)

ANXIETY

Pairing: TASM!Peter Parker x Reader (I wrote this with Andrew’s Peter Parker in mind because I’m in my Andrew Garfield era but you can imagine the other Spideys if you want, it’s not too specific)

Summary: Peter comforts you after you had a bad day.

Word count: 1200

Warnings: mentions of anxiety and insecurities (nothing too graphic), Peter being a loving supportive boyfriend. I think that’s all but if I missed anything let me know!

OCEAN EYES

Pairing: TASM!Peter Parker x Reader.

Summary: Peter is captivated by your blue eyes.

Word count: 1200

Warnings: reader has blue eyes, fluff

~Steve Rogers 

WOMAN LIKE ME

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Female Reader

Summary: You had the biggest crush on Steve, but you thought you were too different to work as a couple. Although that didn’t mean you couldn’t have a little fun with him.

Or the one where Steve is shy and you love to tease him.

Word count: 3000

Warnings: shy!steve (he’s so adorable omg), mutual pining, fluff but like a lot of it

ROAD TRIP

Pairings: platonic!Bucky Barnes x Reader, platonic!Steve Rogers x Reader, platonic!Sam Wilson x Reader

Summary: you annoy the shit out of Steve, Sam and Bucky—especially Bucky—during a long road trip.

Word count: 3400

Warnings: crack fic, humor, sharing beds, kinda fluffy

NASTY NAUGHTY BOY

Pairing: Shy!Steve Rogers x Female!Reader

Summary: An undercover mission puts you and Steve in a compromising position that will change your relationship forever.

Word count: 11300

Warnings: Set somewhere after Avengers 1. Shy!Steve, mutual pining, SMUT MINORS DNI, porn with a little plot (not really), dom/sub dynamics (kinda), dom!reader, sub!steve, oral sex (female receiving), p in v sex, unprotected sex, praise kink, hair pulling, pet names (baby, bad/good boy)

LET ME HELP

Pairing: Pre-Serum!Steve Rogers x Female Reader, Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Word count:  2900

Warnings:  Set in the 40s (just cause I imagined this with pre-serum steve), SMUT MINORS DNI, inexperienced!steve x softdom!reader, somnophilia kinda so dubcon maybe? (Steve is asleep and the reader rubs against him), handjob, dirty talk, pet names (baby, good boy), there’s literally no plot just smut ;)

BREAKFAST IS SERVED

Pairing: Stucky x Female!Reader

Summary: Bucky decides to have you for breakfast. When Steve interrupts you, he asks him to join in and the both of them feast on you {Part 2 of Let Me Help}

Word count: 7800

Warnings: SMUT MINORS DNI, Porn without plot (like there’s literally no plot, just filth), dom!Bucky (trust me, it’s a warning), fingering, edging, oral sex (f & m receiving), penetrative sex, dirty talk, slight degradation/name calling (slut), cum play kinda, praise kink, overstimulation, threesome, fluff at the end. No real Stucky action, just them having their fun with the reader ;) (although Bucky kinda fucks them both in a way👀)

~Stephen Strange

EXISTENTIAL CRISIS

Pairing: Platonic!Stephen Strange x gn!Reader

Summary: After Wong sent you and Stephen to investigate the multiverse you begin to worry about the idea that there are thousands of versions of you. Unluckily for Stephen, he is the one who has to endure your existential crisis.

Word count: 1700

Warnings: this is kind of a crack fic so humor, Stephen being annoyed by the reader, chaotic and dumb gn!reader (I think I didn’t use any pronouns or anything like that but if I did let me know so I can change that!), a supernatural reference (if you get it you get a virtual cookie)

~Johnny Storm

FIREPROOF SERIES MASTERLIST

Pairing: Johnny Storm x Female Reader

Series Summary: you and Johnny weren’t supposed to get along. You were the exact opposite of each other. While he was loud and outgoing, you were quiet and introverted. He loved to be the center of attention and you actively made efforts not to be. He had made a name for himself as one of the biggest players on campus while you stood out for your academic achievements. You hated guys like Johnny, and he had no reason to associate with people like you since you rarely shared spaces. And yet, against all odds, you were able to forge a solid friendship. In fact it was the contrast that made the two of you work so well. You called out his bullshit and he pointed out yours. You were a good influence on each other, no one could deny that. It was a perfect relationship, you knew all the bad things about each other and still chose one another….But what happens when romantic feelings start to flourish?This series is a collection of one shots that will give you a glimpse inside Johnny and y/n’s complicated relationship.

Series Warnings: slow burn, friends to lovers, mutual pining, a bit of angst, fluff, lots of cliches (like seriously, I was kinda playing the game of how many cliches can I put in the same story? lol) 2000s teen flick/ rom com coded (so I guess it’s a bit cheesy? read at your own risk!)

DCU

~Clark Kent

IN SICKNESS AND IN HEALTH

Pairing: Clark Kent x Female Reader

Summary: You’re terrified that your boyfriend Clark —the local superhero and most perfect man on the planet— will see you sick, so you forbid him to visit you while you have a cold. However, when he shows up at your door saying he misses you, he proves that your insecurities were unwarranted.

Word count: 2200

Warnings: fluff, established relationship, reader being a little insecure, hurt/comfort kinda

BREAKFAST IN BED

Pairing: Clark Kent x Female Reader

Summary: Being married to a superhero was bound to have some tough times, you knew that well when you accepted Clark’s marriage proposal. However, the last few months were becoming too difficult for you as he was having trouble balancing his daily life and his responsibilities as Superman. Intentional or not, he was neglecting you and you were getting tired of waking up alone every morning. But just when you thought you couldn’t take it anymore, Clark surprises you with breakfast in bed and a talk that reminds you why you love him so much.

Word count: 1800

Warnings: a little angst, but mostly fluff

Harry Potter

~James Potter

HAPPILY

Pairing: James Potter x Slytherin!Reader

Summary: Overwhelmed by people’s negative opinions, you begin to think that your relationship with James has no future. However, when you try to break up with him, James reminds you what really matters: your love and happiness.

Word count: 1700

Warnings: a little angst, reader feeling unsure about her relationship with James, mentions of the marauders being not so great to reader (but nothing too bad). It’s mostly fluff (like really fluffy, James is a sweetheart in this)

OOPS

Pairing: James Potter x Female Reader

Summary: You’ve had a crush on James since the first time you saw him but never said anything for fear of being rejected. Until one day you accidentally overheard a conversation between the marauders that changed everything.

Word count: 2700

Warnings: fluff, mutual pining, James is kinda shy on this one, reader has a flirty personality or at least I tried to make her be that way,

DATING JAMES POTTER HEADCANONS 

Pariring: James Potter x Female Reader

Summary: a little look into your relationship with James

Word count: 1100

Warnings: fluff, mutual pining, friends to lovers

JUST TO BE CLOSE TO YOU

Pairing: James Potter x Fem!Ravenclaw!Reader

Summary: You tend to James’ wounds after a particularly difficult Quidditch match.

Word count: 1100

Warnings: hurt/comfort, fluff, intense kisses, implied smut. Also I described james’ eyes color as blue because in my head he’s Aaron Taylor-Johnson

~Remus Lupin

ALWAYS

Pairing: Remus Lupin x Female Reader {marauders era}

Summary:  After discovering that he is in love with his best friend, Remus does what he does best: run away. Blinded by fear of rejection for his condition, he decides it’s best to push Y/N away before she can hurt him. It’s what he’s done all his life to protect himself from people’s judgment. But after seeing the pain and confusion in the young girl’s eyes Remus begins to wonder if it was really a good idea.

Word count: 5000

Warnings: mentions to insecurities, Remus is afraid of the reader’s reaction to his lycanthropy so he pushes her away and is kinda mean at one pont, angst, hurt/comort, fluff

Stranger Things

~Billy Hargrove

BILLY X DRAMA QUEEN!READER HEADCANONS

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Fem!Drama queen!reader

~Eddie Munson

HAIRCUT

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: Bored with your looks, you made the impulsive decision to cut your hair yourself in your bathroom at home. When the job is done you’re not so sure you like the end result. But lucky for you, Eddie is there to assure you that you look beautiful.

Word count: 790

Warnings: none, it’s just fluff

~Steve Harrington

STAY

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Fem!Henderson!Reader

Summary:  After discovering the truth about the Upside Down, Y/N Henderson joins his little brother in the final battle to close the portal and save Hawkins. In doing so, she finds herself teaming up with none other than Steve Harrington of all people and discovers a side of him she didn’t know he had. In the chaos of the battle he brings her comfort and makes her feel safe. That’s why when everything ends she doesn’t want to leave his side. So she does what everyone would do in her situation: invite him to spend the night at her place even though they are not friends.

Word count:  4700

Warnings:  nothing I think, it’s just fluff, like really really fluffy. Steve is a sweetheart and comforts Y/N when she’s scared after everything she went through. They share a bed, do I need to say more?

THROUGH THE DARK

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Female!Reader

Summary: Steve gets attacked by Vecna but your voice guides him through the dark.

Word count: 2300

Warnings: SEASON 4 SPOILERS, angst, hurt/comfort, my take on Steve fears/insecurities, fluff

The 100

~Bellamy Blake

JUST FRIENDS

Pairing: Bellamy Blake x Female Reader

Summary: Trapped in space, alone and heartbroken, Bellamy and Y/N find solace in each other. As time passes, feelings begin to flutter between them. The only problem is that everyone seems to notice but them.

Word count: 4000

Warnings: set sometime between season 4 and season 5 (yk when Bellamy and the rest are on space), friends to lovers, mutual pining, hurt/comfort, fluff so much fluff, a little angst (Bellamy and the reader miss their friends on earth)

The Witcher

~Geralt of Rivia

THE PRINCESS AND THE WOLF Part 1

Pairing: Geralt of Rivia x Female Reader

Summary: A look inside the complicated love story between the runaway princess and the lone wolf that saved her

Word count: 5000

Warnings: slow burn, fluff, angst, mutual pining, really bittersweet, heavy narration and not much dialogue, female reader (use of she/her pronouns//reader is a princess), mentions of blood and injuries (reader heals Geralt’s wounds)

THE PRINCESS AND THE WOLF Part 2

Pairing: Geralt of Rivia x Female Reader

Summary: All she wanted was to show Geralt that she could be part of his world, that it was worth putting in the effort to build a future together. He was her true home, the person she belonged to, the one who gave her life purpose, and all she wanted was to share the rest of her life with him. But things were not so simple and the differences that separated them were far too many.

Word count: 15.500

Warnings: fem!reader, slow burn, fluff, a bit of jealousy and sexual tension, banter, mentions of blood and canon typical violence, angst at the end, my poor knowledge of the saga probably

THE PRINCESS AND THE WOLF Part 3

Pairing: Geralt of Rivia x Female Reader

Summary: Geralt returns to see his princess once again. Only this time he is not alone and after a year without communication he does not know if he will still be welcome.

Word count: 21.800

Warnings: slow burn, grumpy x sunshine (or more like grumpy x disney princess lol), miscommunication, angst, hurt/comfort, fluff, mutual pining, me trying to write domestic stuff, mentions of past trauma (for both Ciri and the protagonist/reader), Geralt Ciri and reader being a family, canon typical violence, my attempt at creating an original monster, some very long dialogues

SECRET ENCOUNTERS

Pairing: Geralt of Rivia x Female Reader

Summary: They know it’s wrong, but they can’t deny the desire and lust that overcomes them every time they are together.

Word count: 3900

Warnings: SMUT MINORS DNI, porn with a little bit of plot (not really), fingering, penetrative sex, mirror sex, rough sex, size kink, belly bulge, breeding kink, dirty talk, mentions of cheating (reader is engaged), fem reader (she’s a princess)

THE BALLAD OF ORPHEUS AND EURYDICE

Pairing: Geralt of Rivia x Fem!Nymph!Reader

Summary: Life was good when Geralt was by her side. They were in love and happy… Until they weren’t and she was left alone once again. After spending so much time under his protection, she had forgotten how dangerous the world was for creatures like her. Sad and heartbroken, she was unable to defend herself when the men came for her. Now locked up far away from her forest, she only hoped that her loved protector would come to her rescue.

Word count: 12.700 (it’s a long one)

Warnings: angst (with happy ending), major character death, reader gets imprisoned by a evil dude (I don’t know how to tag this lol but I think it’s important to mention that she’s forced to serve him), fluff (it’s not all sad, I promise), forest nymph!reader

THE CHASE

Pairing: Geralt of Rivia x Female!Reader

Summary: Geralt always tried to keep the wolf inside him caged in order to control his animalistic impulses, but with you that didn’t seem to be required at all

Word count: 3300

Warnings: SMUT MINORS DNI! Porn without plot, public sex (technically since they’re in the woods), rough sex, penetrative sex, fear play? (not really, but Geralt does chase the reader through the woods so maybe? adding it just in case!), scent play, size kink, breeding kink, dirty talk, biting (like there’s so much it’s a warning in this fic), fingering, possessiveness, a little fluff at the end, fem!reader

SAFER IN HIS ARMS

Pairing: Geralt of Rivia x Female!Reader

Summary: Since you were little you always dreamed of meeting a noble and brave knight, falling in love and marrying him to rule your kingdom together until the end of your days. But as you looked around at the men that had come to the banquet to ask for your hand in marriage, it was clear that those dreams were nothing more than a fantasy. Or at least that’s what you thought until fate crossed your path with Geralt of Rivia. The witcher, with his hard expression and cold stare, was the last person anyone would describe as warm or chivalrous. But not you. From the moment you met him, you saw nothing but kindness in his eyes. And when he managed to rescue you from the hands of bandits, you knew that maybe there was still some hope that your fantasy could come true —just maybe not in the way you had always imagined.

Word count: 13500 (not even sorry)

Warnings: hurt/comfort, angst, mentions of sexual assault (nothing happens but if it’s triggering for you I wouldn’t read it), protective!geralt, SMUT MINORS DNI, virgin!reader, inexperienced!reader, loss of virginity (not accurate this is just porn!), dirty talk, oral sex (f receiving), penetrative sex, creampie, aftercare, fluff

Criminal Minds

~Spencer Reid

SLOW HANDS

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female Reader

Summary: Spencer gets tired of pretending he doesn’t notice the way you look at his hands, so when you show up at his hotel room late at night he decides to ask you about it.

Word count: 6800

Warnings: SMUT MINORS DNI, porn without plot, hand kink, size kink kinda?, praise kink, Dom/sub dynamics (gentle dom Spencer x sub reader), dirty talk, pet names (good girl, baby, dirty little girl, slut), fingering, overstimulation, penetrative sex, choking, slight dacryphilia, a little fluff at the end, female reader, kinda rushed ending

FOR YOUR EYES ONLY

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader

Summary: The three times you and Spencer managed to keep your relationship a secret and the one time you got caught.

Word count: 11700

Warnings: Garcia!Reader (but the reader’s race/ethnicity is not specified, she could be adopted idk), mutual pining, love confessions, reader being a little insecure at one point, suggestive tones, implied smut, possible 14x01 spoilers, canon typical violence, angst with happy ending, fluff

EARN IT

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader

Summary: While Spencer was away on a case, you had no better idea than to send him spicy pictures of yourself as a way to encourage him to work harder to get home fast. You ignored his warnings and orders to stop and now that he was back home it was time to face the consequences of acting like a spoiled brat.

Word count: 3300

Warnings: SMUT MINORS DNI, porn without plot, established relationship, dom!spencer, sexting, masturbation, bondage, dirty talk, cum eating, deprivation of touch used as punishment (if that makes sense? idk it’s just porn)

[madphantom]

Anyway the year is coming to its end and it was probably the most bewildering year of my life so here's a summary of some of the more random events

The year began with finally being able to reach my best friend who had ghosted me a few weeks prior, asking why she left and getting told I was too boring for her.

Desperate for human interaction I went to a lecture on feminism in a bar, started talking to the organizers because I had never attended events they'd hosted before, traded numbers and now we're best friends and I'm part of their organization and we're planning weekend trips together.

Also I got an issue of a feminist magazine at said lecture and was amazed by it, and recently I wrote an article for it myself after the girl running it personally requested it.

I graduated school with an average of 2.3 which is insanely good, considering I didn't study the slightest bit for my finals and didn't do my homework in three years.

I went to a graduation party, met a guy I seemingly grooved with and we ended up drinking an entire bottle of white wine and making out on the town square as the entire crowd cheered for us. That evening we went to a club together, started dancing and talking and then I found out he was transphobic and ended the relationship the next day.

I saw MCR live and I was in the third row and Mikey Way winked at me, and that's like one of my biggest flexes now.

I went to pride in our neighbouring town. Then I went to pride in our town a few weeks later and made out with a very attractive trans guy and a very pretty lesbian, both of which I lost touch with. Luke, if you're out there and you're single again, I'm still available.

I went to a fun fair with a guy I'd briefly met at pride and all his friends which I'd never seen before and at some point that evening I was driven to my hometown in the back of a black van with tinted windows belonging to a guy I didn't know and basically just hoped I wouldn't get murdered later.

I went to an antifascist summer camp for three days, got a crash course in krav maga and tried to defend the camp with a rock when I thought we were being attacked (it was fine, they were just fireworks in the valley)

I went on a cross country train trip with a guy that I later found out was a serial rapist, and miraculously nothing happened to me.

I went to the first party in my life that lasted all night, a very hot band member with immaculate eyeliner danced with me and bought me a drink and at some point in the morning like four of us were sitting in an empty bar eating breakfast, drinking Berliner Luft and watching the sunrise.

I held my first ever self written speech at a protest.

I started bartending at a communist bar, which has the worst reputation in the entire city and is known and feared as Incredibly Shady™

I enrolled in university and started studying film and media.

I got wasted and randomly decided it would be fun to be a board member of the university film club so I texted the current board leader that I volunteer and now I'm a board member of the university film club despite being in my first semester and completely inexperienced.

I got drugged at the Christmas market.

I confessed a crush on someone, got rejected and miraculously we stayed friends instead of never speaking to each other again.

I spontaneously performed a vent poem about my crush as a punk song at a jam and now I'm being offered to be the frontman of a band by multiple people.

I became Tumblr famous with a Goncharov movie and my follower count rose from 1200 to over 6000 within a month.