#If anyone wants to hop in on the tag pls feel free to do it!

[dumbkatsu]

tag 9 people you’d like to get to know better!

Thnks for the tag @crimsonrainseekingflower and for the procrastination excuse :P <3

Three ships: hmmmm maybe junmei (Jun Wu and Mei Niangqin) rn I'm really into codywan (Obi wan kenobi and Comander Cody of the 212th) bcs of this fic aand zhongchi (Zhongli and Childe) bcs it's a classic

First ever ship: Dayum idk I'ts been so long since I've started fandom stuff but I'd have to say fourtris (Tobia Eaton (Four) And Beatrice Prior)

Last song: Gone from blake rose. Like ITS SAD BUT ITS A BOP. also listening to berves from dpr ian and out of touch from daryl hall and John oates (which imo is a totally obi wan song)

Last movie: A Year End Medley! I wanted to watch it before the new years but I couldn't. It was so cute though!

Currently reading: Twisted Games and MY LORD is it good. I'm a sucker for the bodyguard trope. I'm also trying to finish the Illiad by homer and also Scum villain self saving system by Mo Xiang Tong Xiu!

Currently watching: i’m about to start s2 of The bad batch and I'm also rewatching some episodes of the Mandalorian that I really liked. Also starting Titans and Daredevil.

Currently consuming: wateeeerrrr hydration for a thirsty person is key!!

Currently craving: A cheeseburger or a kit kat mcflurry

@luukeskywalker

[z-v06instance]

" NO ONE HOME, BUT THE VOID IS LOUD " a z-v06 (pressure, roblox) ask blog

you've been in blacksite long enough to confidently say you know how this place works. you learn more and more with every painful retry of the same mission: gather the crystal. so, yes, you can confidently say you understand this place, that you know how each of the creatures that lurk the halls of blacksite function. or so you think, for in front of you sits an open locker. you've seen these lockers, infested and plagued by that sickly darkness that you can feel the gaze of lingering on you. it preys upon the ones who are more idiotic than others; the ones who see its eyes and still run to it for safety. you've seen this before - you've seen all of this before. you've looked the void in the eyes, and it has felt like death. yet here you are, looking the open locker in the eyes, waiting for the suction cups of those octopus-like tentacles to latch onto you and pull you in. yet it does not try to grab you. it does not try to harm you. it simply watches you. for the first time you call out to the void. the void answers back.

for your first visit to this blog, it is recommended that you look under the cut. please note: currently this blog is on an indefinite hiatus. i apologise.

" THE VOID BREAKS US, THEN RESHAPES US. " the following sections are ooc ;; dividers by @/saradika

📼 ⎯ hey hey heyy welcome to my lil rp askblog :3 this is like. my first askblog in 5-6 years im rusty as fuck n barely remember shit. 🎬 ⎯ im the mun, itris, but haley works too! after seeing all the pressure askblogs pop up i decided to be a so called "free thinker" and make one myself. 📼 ⎯ how old am i? what's my main? what are my pronouns? what are you, a cop? i'm not tellin' you that! (all jokes aside, i only feel comfortable answerin one of these: just use it/its or ey/em!) 🎬 ⎯ considering there's like jack shit regarding the lore of the void-mass puddles (afaik), a lot of this blog will be headcanon heavy! (..mun is also neurodivergant and that may slip through so mun is sorry if it does. muse is not intended to be neurodivergant) 📼 ⎯ english is not my first language and i have dislexia so. im so sorry if shit i say doesn't make sense or my spelling is wackers 🙏 i also make up words sometimes without realising it. i am so sorry 🎬 ⎯ i dont usually use tonetags, so ask me if you need me to clarify my tone! 📼 ⎯ aaalright i think this is enough rambling. ya think it's time for us to hop onto the actual muse info?

" PLEASE, PULL ME FROM THE VOID. " this section is about the askblog. it includes muse info, rules, and anything i think is neceserry.

* buckle in, this section may be long. as if this entire thing wasnt already longer than i intended...

BLOG INFO

🌌 ⎯ this blog will contain profanity and mentions of canon typical death/violence. other possibly triggering topics may come up along the way, so please, view this blog with caution. feel free to ask me to tag things. 🔮 ⎯ please, and i mean PLEASE, no sexual stuff (i know why some of you people like tentacles). mun isnt interested in rp-ing that. the only exception are sexual jokes as long as they don't go too far. threaten to fuck the void's mom if you want! (i am not going to question how you'd be able to do that) 🌌 ⎯ ANY interaction is fine by me! feel free to interact as any muse, whether that be an oc, another pressure character, or someone from a whole other fandom! 🔮 ⎯ feel free to claim any anons and ill make a special tag for you (if you aren't on anon ill give you one too)! i may forget to tag some posts tho so if i ever do just. lemme know LMFAO 😭 🌌 ⎯ if im uncomfortable with an ask, ill delete it. but honestly there's not really much that im against. 'nd also lemme know if i ever do somethin that makes ya uncomfortable too!! 🔮 ⎯ unless stated otherwise, anyone who sends an ask will be treated as an expendable ! :3 actually on the topic of asks pls make it clear if ur ask is towards me and not the z-v06 instance otherwise ill answer ic 😭 🌌 ⎯ im alright w/ m!a's i fucking LOVE m!a's 👍 🔮 ⎯ if i randomly stop posting one day assume the void got me.

MUSE INFO [written ic, but not as the z-v06 instance]

🔮 ⎯ this instance of z-v06 answers to anything you use to refer to it. it has no sense of identity, therefore does not have a name or pronouns. it is up to you to call it whatever you'd like. though, i'm not sure if it has the ability to care. ...note to self, see if the verbal z-v06 instance is capable of emotions and feelings. 🌌 ⎯ fascinating.. the instance you've stumbled upon appears to be showing no signs of hostility. though, i'm sure that, just like the rest of the monsters that roam blacksite, if you provoke it, it may become more violent. 🔮 ⎯ it seems to be capable of remembering things you tell it. perhaps it can remember faces too.. 🌌 ⎯ not much else can be said. i suppose you'll have to interact with it in order to find out more about it.

TAGS

( OOC )⠀ ⠀||⠀ MUN HALEY ( ANON )⠀ ⠀||⠀ UNNAMED (^ the "unnamed" will be replaced by the anon name if there is one provided) ( BLOG )⠀ ⠀||⠀ [INSERT WHATEVER BLOG NAME HERE] ( IC )⠀ ⠀||⠀ WITHIN THE VOID WE ARE UNDONE ( ASK ANSWERED )⠀ ⠀||⠀ THE VOID ANSWERS BACK

tws will be tagged as 'tw [triggering thing]'

i prolly forgot some tag ideas or whatever the word is tbh so expect this to be edited 👍

LAST EDITED: 17TH SEPTEMBER 2024

[kyopmi]

Hiii!! I wanna say that your post are so pleasing to to look!! But..

i just want to ask how so you get or make(?)

Your post so cute?? Like the fonts?? The little lines of cute moving things??? How to do you get those??

hi anon ! tysm !! i'll try my best to explain the methods i use under the cut

for fonts i go to a font generator website like this one or this one, and then i just copy the text with the font i want and paste it onto a tumblr post!

to add custom colors to text, first i’ll make a new post and add everything i want on it first (be it texts, pictures, etc.) then save as draft. then i’ll edit the draft and change the text editor on desktop to html. you can do this from the setting button on the top right corner of the post.

(personally i prefer using the legacy editor for html just because it's easier to use)

and you'll see this format on the post editor

next, you can add <span style="color:#(COLOR CODE)"> (your text) </span> and it should look like this

for an easier alternative, this website also has a html text generator that you can use to plan out your posts. just type out whatever you want, edit the format to your liking (bold, italics, blockquote, colours, etc.) and copy the html codes generated into your tumblr post editor!

you can click on "preview" to see if it worked (the text should appear in the color you chose in the preview), and if it's already to your liking you can go ahead and save or post it.

to make gradient-colored text, you can follow the same steps above for making colored text, but instead of adding the tag, you'll have to go to a website that will generate a color code for each character. a better, more detailed tutorial that i use is from this post !

and lastly, the moving lines you see are gifs! to add them, you can download them from the internet (on tumblr, you can search for "dividers", "(color) dividers", etc, and filter the results to show gifs. you can then download them, and add them onto your posts like you would add regular pictures (given the proper credits/permission from the creators, of course)

i hope this helps anon! if you have any more questions feel free to send another ask/dm my way and i'll try my best to help out!!

also if anyone wants to hop in with other alternative methods or tips, pls feel free to do so

[writemywaytoyourheart]

Aim For The Heart | Chapter 1: At First Sight

Pairing: hitman!jk x female reader

Genre: E2L, romance, angst, drama

WC: 4.5k

Warnings for this chapter: alcohol consumption, language, stalking kind of? I think that's all lol. Pls let me know if there is anything else I should put.

tag list; @teresaisla @hopekookies @moonchild1 @barbellastyles98 @ggukkieland @mwitsmejk @yukiehyukie

summary; Jeon Jungkook is an infamous hitman, known for his inability to fail at whatever job is thrown his way. At least, up until now. Y/n, a kind-hearted and full of life teacher, is his newest target. Jeon isn't sure who would put a hit on this seemingly innocent girl, but fortunately, that isn't his problem. All he has to do is pull the trigger. 

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A bright smile graces your features as you tuck the little star-shaped peanut butter and jelly sandwiches into a tiny container, just barely getting two of them to fit as you squish them down a tad bit in order to get the lid clipped on.

Then you grab a little tangerine and a cheese stick to drop into your lunch bag along with the sandwiches, counting the number of items aloud to yourself as they make themselves at home and then you zip it all up.

"Th-There we go!" You lift your lunch for the day in triumph.

Your phone startles you when it starts to ring, then you grapple in your purse to find it. You pull it out and answer right before the last ring.

"Hello?"

"Hey, girl! Are you ready to go? I'm downstairs." The voice of your best friend comes through the phone and you look at the clock on your microwave. You stare at the little black screen, confused as to why the time isn't showing up before remembering that you were never able to figure out how to display the clock when you bought the microwave three years ago. So, you hold your phone out to look at the time.

6:32

"Oh geez! I didn't r-realize the time. I'll be d-down in a minute, k?" You say, earning a lighthearted laugh from the girl on the other end.

"Take your time, hun. I'm not in any rush."

You thank her quickly and hang up, then you run to your room to grab your favorite pink cardigan and throw it on over your white shirt. As you're hurrying out and grabbing your lunch, you stumble and knock your knee into an open lower cabinet that you had forgotten to close the previous night after pulling a pan from it to make dinner.

"Ouch!" You hiss in pain and rub the sore spot, although it does nothing to ease the ache. Then you grab your purse and run outside, almost forgetting to lock the door. But you remember just in time and clumsily lock it before rushing down the stairs leading to the parking lot of your apartment complex.

Your best friend, Mina, is laughing. You can see her through the windshield as she waves to you. Lifting a hand to wave back, you don't realize in time that your arms are full. You drop your lunchbox and have to crouch to get it again, only taking up even more of your time.

But Mina finds it hilarious and tells you so as soon as you slide into the car and fumble with your seatbelt to get it buckled.

"Honestly, ___. I can't believe you're still single. If I wasn't straight as a board, I'd be head over heels for you and all your shenanigans." She states in a matter-of-fact tone as she pulls out of the parking spot.

A blush creeps up your neck and you try to laugh it off, "D-Don't be silly." You whisper, turning your gaze outside to look at the fluffy white clouds decorating the sky beautifully. You smile and lean your forehead against the glass as you imagine lying on a soft cloud, just drifting in the air.

"If you c-could go anywhere at all, where would y-you go?" You ask Mina suddenly, turning to her. Her eyes are focused on the road but she bites her lip in thought at your question. "Mm, probably Italy. What about you?" She's used to your sudden questions and ramblings, so she smiles when you start to go off.

"I'd wanna go up in the c-clouds. I wanna sit on one and maybe even see a r-rainbow up close! I wonder if I could slide down the rainbow..." Your brows furrow in deep thought. "Or would I f-fall?" You turn to her again and she glances over to see your signature puppy dog eyes that you use when you are either confused, upset, or want something.

Mina turns back to the road, a tiny ache in her heart that she hides with a bright smile, "Girl, you would ride that rainbow straight down into a pot of gold!"

"Really?" Your eyes widen and you feel your heart lift at the image.

She nods and you giggle happily, "You can come w-with me, Mina." You say confidently, your gaze turning back to the sky. "We can sleep in the clouds and slide down rainbows for the rest of f-forever."

"Sounds like a deal."

By the time Mina pulls up to the school, you've discussed everything you'd do up in the clouds and what you'd eat when you're hungry (stardust, you've decided, is the best meal anyone could eat.)

You unbuckle and gather your things. Then you remember something and turn back to Mina, "Oh yeah. W-When are you leaving on your business trip?" You ask a tinge of sadness in your voice.

"This weekend," Mina says solemnly. "I'm sorry I won't be able to drive you for a while. I'll be gone for a month this time."

That makes your heart sting but you manage a small smile, "D-Don't worry about me. I can walk! I'm gonna m-miss you though."

"I'll miss you too, buttercup. We'll hang out this Friday night before I leave the next day. How about that?" Mina asks kindly.

You nod enthusiastically and she smiles, "Ok, get your butt in there before you're late! The bell rings in half an hour and you can't be late on a Monday." She urges you and you nod, hopping out of the car and thanking her again for the ride, reassuring her that you'll walk home from work today.

You blow her a kiss and she laughs as you turn and hurry into the school.

You're all set up only a few minutes before the kids are supposed to arrive, so you go onto Pinterest and look through your fairytale boards, feeling a little spark of joy in your chest.

A couple of minutes later, the kids start streaming through the door, greeting you with the same amount of enthusiasm as you greet them. Your kiddos love you so much that all the other teachers are jealous and they let you know it every day. Of course, you have the sweetest kindergarteners and they're always the best for you.

"Hello, Teacher! Good morning Miss ___! Teacher, look at my new haircut!"

"Hi, Jina! Hello M-Minhhyuk! Kun, your new haircut l-looks so good!" All the kids have bright smiles on their faces by the time they've settled in their seats.

You always start the day off by getting everyone to stand and do a few stretches, then you sing the nursery rhymes you learned yesterday and start learning a new one. You honestly have as much fun as the kids during the school day.

"Ok, l-little ducklings, have a seat!" You get their attention and they immediately oblige. Next, is the alphabet that you guys have been working on since the beginning of the year. Every little one sings it perfectly all the way through and you give them a round of applause and they each get a little punch in their reward cards.

The rest of the day goes by smoothly, with only one temper tantrum thrown and that was resolved quickly.

It's nearing the end of the school day and the kids are all playing during their free time. You're sitting with Ae-Cha, a small and fairly quiet girl, playing with colorful blocks; the both of you competing to see who can build the highest tower. You've learned that she responds well to playing games when there isn't too much talking involved.

You're constantly glancing around the room to make sure everyone is safe and playing nicely and you're always pleased. They've all improved so much since the beginning of school back in September. It's June now and they've all learned their alphabet and how to play nicely with their new friends, along with so many other things. They've really made you so proud this year. You can even hear them reciting the alphabet and nursery rhymes to each other as they play.

Your heart warms at the sound of tiny voices filling the room as they sing. Then you glance at the clock and realize the bell will be ringing in a few minutes. So, you declare Ae-Cha the winner with her foot-high tower of blocks and she beams proudly. Then, you get up and clap three times, "One, two, th-three! Eyes on me!" You singsong, then smile when the kids immediately respond by clapping twice and shouting "One, two! Eyes on you!"

"G-Great attention today, everyone! Alright, the bell will ring soon. Who can tell me w-what that means? What are we doing n-now?" A few little hands go up and you point to the little boy that raised his first, "Yes, Joon Woo?"

"We...Uhm...time to clean up toys...Uhm..." You smile to encourage him and he finishes cutely, "Time uh, to clean up our toys and pack bags."

"Yes! Thank you, Joon Woo. It is t-time for us to clean up and make sure our bags are packed up and ready for h-home!"

The kids start to pick up their toys as you put on the cleaning song that you play every day for them. You all sing along until the room is all tidied and their bags are packed with their homework papers.

You always give them little mazes to do for homework to get their little brains to learn to concentrate, along with instructions on what to draw to show the class the next day. Today, their homework is an extremely easy maze, a coloring page with the alphabet and instructions to draw themselves doing their favorite activity. The kids always love drawing pictures and sharing them with the class and it's a good ice breaker for the shy ones at the beginning of the day.

You always have less and easier homework for the kids on Mondays and Fridays, it just seems fair to you that way. You also feel like it's good for kids to express themselves and be able to share what they like and dislike. You've found drawing helps with communication and creativity for the kids in your class.

The sound of the bell ringing makes a few of you jump, then you hurry to the door. "Alright, ducklings! T-Time to line up!" A few of the kids make quacking sounds as they line up, giggling and talking to their friends.

You smile and open up the door, holding it as the kids walk out in a straight line, some of them still quacking like little ducks.

You lead the kids to the front of the school and make sure they get into the correct line for the bus if they take it. You wave goodbye to them as the kids that take the bus climb on and they run to a window to wave back to you.

The rest of the kids that are left are soon picked up by their parents or siblings. You wave to Ae-Cha, the last student to be picked up. She smiles shyly and waves back before hurrying after her big sister.

After that, you go back to your classroom and finish a few things before packing up to go home. As you're leaving your classroom, you run into one of the other teachers coming from his own room.

"Oh, h-hello Mr. B-Baek!" You bow, missing the ugly sneer on his face as you smile brightly at him. He pushes his glasses further up his nose as he scrutinizes you with his beady little eyes. "You don't belong here, Miss ___." He snaps.

You look at him in confusion, "I-I'm sorry, I don't understand."

"I've waited the entire school year to say this to you. But now that we are nearing the end, I think you should know that you have no business being a teacher at this school. You ought to make the right decision to discontinue your work here." Mr. Baek watches your face fall with a sick sense of satisfaction.

"B-But, why?" You ask, still not understanding.

"First of all, you're inexperienced. You just got out of college last year, am I right?"

You nod uncertainly.

"You're still a child. Why should a twenty-two-year-old girl come marching in here and take a spot that should have been given to someone with more experience? And especially someone like you." He glares at you before turning on his heel and walking away briskly.

Someone like me? What does he mean by that?

You watch after him, feeling a tiny pinch in your chest. You aren't sure what he means, but whatever he's talking about, it sounds like he believes you shouldn't have become a teacher at all. At this school or another. You'll have to ask Mina later because you really have no idea where his rant came from.

Is there something wrong with you becoming a teacher?

You shake your head and laugh it off, "He's probably just had a bad day." You tell yourself as you make your way out of the school.

As you walk home, you sing quietly along with the song in your headphones, a little skip to your step.

You never notice the dark figure across the street, his eyes trained on your every move.

One day earlier...

Jungkook groans as he tosses and turns in bed, searching for his phone to turn the alarm off. He finally finds it and hits dismiss, tossing the phone back down and rubbing his eyes with a tired yawn.

After another minute he sits up and looks out the window, frowning at the sun seeping in and pooling across his floor in a golden river. He stares at a small bird that lands on his windowsill until it flies away.

Jungkook yawns again and reaches up to rub his eyes for the second time. After a few minutes, he's finally able to drag himself out of bed and into the shower. He almost falls asleep again in there, but he manages to make it out after half an hour.

With a towel wrapped around his waist, he makes his way to the kitchen and grabs a bottle of soju that's sitting on his tiny dining table to take a small swig from, finishing off what he'd left last night after his third bottle right before he passed out in bed.

He sighs and grabs a bagel, searching for the cream cheese he swears he saw in his fridge last night. A small smile appears on his lips when he finds it. He snatches it and makes sloppy work of spreading it on his bagel before tossing the leftover trash onto his counter and plopping onto the couch, snarfing down the first half of his bagel in thirty seconds.

Jungkook sighs through his nose as he tiredly chews his breakfast, then he glances down and sees the file he'd left open on his coffee table last night. He swallows the bite he has in his mouth and leans forward to read over it.

Y/L/N Y/N...

Why is that name so familiar?

He shakes his head and flips the file closed, then he leans back on the couch, wanting to spend his Sunday relaxing before he has to get to work on this case. He isn't going to think about it again until tonight.

Jungkook settles down and lays his head on the back of the couch, closing his eyes and breathing deeply.

He won't think about it.

Jungkook lays there for a minute, then he opens his eyes and lifts his head, glaring at the closed file on the little table.

He grunts in annoyance and drops the other half of his bagel onto the table, grabbing the file angrily and sitting back again. He opens it and starts to reread everything he's read many times since Friday. There's just something that has felt off since he met with Mr. Ling, but he can't put his finger on what it is.

Jungkook squints at the name he's read a thousand times.

Y/L/N...Y/N...

"Ugh." He rolls his eyes, frustrated at not being able to remember where he's heard that name before. Then he looks at the occupation.

Teacher at Sunshine Kindergarten.

His brows furrow again, much like they have each time he's read this. He's never had a hit on a teacher before, let alone a Kindergarten teacher. That's such an odd target...

Most of his targets in the past have been sleazy business owners, rapists, leaders of gangs that have terrorized neighborhoods for years, even other hitmen. He's never had a problem with those jobs, but there's something about this one that's telling him to be careful.

Maybe it's because he knows nothing about his client, except for the large sum of money he must have due to the pay he's been promised. Other clients of his were more than happy to explain why they wanted him to do what he does. They never paid him until after the job was done, either.

That leads Jungkook to believe that this guy (or girl) is desperate for his services, convincing him to do it with payment before and after. Almost as if Jungkook would refuse after he found out who the target was...

Jungkook flips the page and scrutinizes the picture of the target.

She's very simple looking, Jungkook thinks. The girl in the picture is wearing a white flowy skirt with a blue blouse that covers her whole arms and white chunky tennis shoes. Her hair is in a low ponytail and it seems like she has headphones in as she walks down the street. There's a tiny smile on her face as if she's thinking about something that makes her happy.

Jungkook doesn't find her particularly beautiful, but she isn't ugly either. She's just very...

Simple...

Jungkook shakes his head, his eyes going over the photo and the girl's smile one more time. Maybe she's a double agent? Or a part of the mafia disguising herself as a school teacher?

He can't figure it out.

It doesn't matter much though, the job seems simple enough and the pay is more than he's ever gotten. After looking through everything once more, Jungkook closes the file and grabs his bagel, quickly eating it before getting up to get dressed for the day.

That night, Jungkook lays out his outfit for the next day.

It's all black, but not suspicious-looking. After all these years, he's been able to design the perfect outfits to avoid attention being drawn to him and simple enough so that no one would think much of him if he were to catch anyone's attention.

It might seem simple, but he prides himself on being able to get each part of his job perfectly designed for each case he gets.

Heaven knows it's taken him years to accomplish.

After he's gotten that all figured out, he walks over to his closet and pulls out a small safe. Setting it on the bed, he swiftly unlocks it and looks inside. He pulls out a few things, examining each of them before he sets them one by one onto his bed. Once he's got the items all laid out, he steps back to look it all over.

"I should wait to decide..." Jungkook mumbles to himself. After a minute of staring at everything, he nods and gathers it all up, carefully putting it back into the safe and locking it tightly. Then he brings it back to his closet and shoves it into the darkest corner where it lives.

That can wait.

He pulls his phone out and checks the time.

11:45

"Damn it," Jungkook mutters. He had wanted to get some sleep earlier tonight since he would have to be awake early tomorrow.

He changes into some shorts, then he yanks his shirt off and immediately climbs into bed, not even bothering to shower or brush his teeth. He really couldn't care less with how tired he is. And he hasn't even started yet.

His alarm blares at an ungodly hour as Jungkook groans loudly, resisting the temptation to chuck his phone across the room.

"I hate Mondays." He mutters angrily, setting his phone back on the nightstand far from gracefully.

He miserably drags himself out of bed and into the shower, going through his morning motions almost like a robot. His brain isn't fully awake and it's just on autopilot right now.

An hour later, he's just finishing his coffee, his eyes no longer squinting in exhaustion. Jungkook unceremoniously drops his coffee cup into the sink, promising himself he'll clean it up later, then he sighs as he grabs his black boots, walking to the couch to sit and pull them on. After he's done lacing them up, he grabs the file he's been avoiding like the plague since yesterday morning.

He mutters to himself, looking at the name on the page.  

"I know that name."

Then he smacks his forehead to get himself to focus again. He stands up and folds the page with the girl's information and then her picture and tucks them into the inside pocket of his black jacket.

Time to get to work.

Jungkook spots the girl almost instantly, the second she steps out of a black car. He glances at the driver, but can only see a person with shoulder length black hair waving. The girl from the picture has a bunch of things in her arms as she blows a kiss to the short-haired driver.

Jungkook has been here since six-thirty in the morning and just as he was beginning to think she called in sick for work, he's finally gotten a chance to see this girl in person. She looks exactly as he remembers from her picture...plain.

She's even wearing the same white skirt and chunky tennis shoes, although this time she has a different top. Her hair is in a high ponytail this time.

"Well, ___. Nice to meet you." Jungkook mutters, watching closely.

After a moment, the black car drives away as the girl scurries into the school, tripping on the last step before straightening herself out again, then disappearing from his sight.

Huh.

Jungkook stares at the door for another minute, then he makes his way to the stores nearby, knowing he's gonna have to wait until the girl leaves. School for the young kids typically gets out at around three-thirty. So, he'll have to be back here around then.

He's definitely going to need to find something to do to kill time.

Jungkook heaves a sigh of relief when he hears the school bell finally ring.

He hurries from the clothes store he was browsing and down the street a block until he's almost across the street from the school. He finds a good spot where he can sift through some newspapers at a little stand and still have an eye on the school.

After a minute, he sees a long line of tiny children coming out from the school. The girl is with them and smiling brightly. Jungkook thinks he can hear some of the kids quacking like ducks. He tries not to look puzzled as he goes back to talking to the person working the paper stand. Jungkook makes small talk with the old man, still keeping an eye on the girl across the street as she waves to each child that leaves.

If she's some mafia boss disguised as a kindergarten teacher, she's one hell of a good actress.

"Do you have a girlfriend?" The old man inquires curiously.

Jungkook laughs softly and shakes his head, "No. I've been so busy with my work I never got the chance to date."

The man nods knowingly. They chat a bit more and Jungkook finds himself trying to balance talking to the man and watching the girl.

"Well, did you want to buy a paper for the day?"

Jungkook turns his gaze back to the old man and nods, "Yes. Two, please. My neighbor would probably enjoy one as well."

The old man laughs and nods, taking the money Jungkook hands him and giving him two papers, "What a kind young man you are. Someday you'll find a lovely young lady, don't you worry, son. You will realize that work is important, but love is even more so."

Jungkook just laughs and thanks the man, then he opens the paper as he slowly starts walking, pretending to read.

He stops at a bench and sits down to wait. The girl went back into the school a few minutes ago, hopefully, she won't be in there long.

Luck seems to be with him today, because, after only about five minutes, Jungkook sees a familiar white skirt flowing as she skips down the steps of the school.

He folds his paper carefully, tucking it into his back pocket. The girl puts little earbuds in and immediately starts to mouth the words of whatever song she's listening to. Jungkook tugs his black baseball cap down a little more as he follows on the other side of the street.

The girl has a bag decorated with cupcakes and cookies that bounces up and down as she dances a little.

What is she, twelve?

Jungkook watches in confusion as the girl stops to pet a dog, giggling when the puppy licks her hand. She straightens up, then after another minute, she seems to get distracted by something else.

Jungkook looks carefully and notices she's picked up a flower that was laying on the ground, seemingly trampled on. She gently holds it in her hands as she continues on her way. It goes on like this for the next fifteen minutes, the girl waving to people and smiling almost the whole way.

By the time she is walking up the steps to her apartment, Jungkook is dying to just get back home. That must have been the longest most annoying walk he's ever taken while tracking someone. The girl had stopped over twenty times, distracted by something else each time, he's sure of it.

Just to be sure, Jungkook lingers around the apartment building a little longer, but when it seems apparent that the girl is going to be staying there, he finally heads home.

Geez, Jungkook thinks in annoyance as he climbs the stairs that lead to his own apartment. His head is spinning with so many questions while he unlocks his door and yanks his boots off with a groan.

But when he plops down onto his bed in his tiny studio apartment, he just stares at the ceiling, his mind suddenly blank apart from one question.

Who in the hell would put a hit on this girl?

Copyright © @writemywaytoyourheart 2021

Next

a/n: I hope you guys are liking the setup so far, thank you for all the positive reactions from the prologue!

[lawscorazon]

𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒

you must be 18+ to interact with my content. minors and ageless/blank blogs will be blocked on site.

with that being said do not interact with me if you’re still in high school. it makes me very uncomfortable.

DO NOT RECOMMEND MY WORK OUTSIDE OF TUMBLR. i am in the process of updating my work on ao3. i would prefer you share it from there. if you’d don’t see the piece you’re looking for just message me or leave a comment and i’ll be happy to put it up there for you.

my pronouns page is linked in pinned post. pls view it to understand how best to refer to me and what pet names i am most comfortable with.

basic dni criteria. if you’re racist, misogynistic, transphobic, homophobic, xenophobic, etc. you are not welcome here. block me actually. this blog is a welcoming space for all BIPOC and TLGBQ+ folk.

do not come to me with any rumors or gossip or allegations. i dont not care. pls leave me alone. any bullshit sent to my inbox will be deleted and you will be blocked.

i am very flirty so if that makes you uncomfortable pls let me know!!

in general if i may say something that offends you, i encourage you to speak to me about it. it is never my intention to offend anyone but i will always take responsibility when i do.

i love interacting with people so pls feel free to hop in my inbox to chat or tag me in games or anything like that! i’m also open to anons and you can find the taken ones below. pls refrain from trauma dumping or venting without my consent. it can be jarring to read. make sure to add cw warnings for even triggering contents.

pls refrain from using playful rudeness unless we are good mutuals. i don’t like being called a bitch/slut etc by literal strangers

if i’m ever missing a tag on my fics just let me know and i’ll add them! i understand how it feels to be triggered by content you didn’t intend to see but some tags completely go over my head!

also if you wanna break the mutual please just block me. i cannot take a hint and i’ll probably refollow.

𝐃𝐎’𝐬/𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐓’𝐬

𝐈 𝐃𝐎…

…write nsfw (canon 18+) and most nsfw scenarios

…write for any gender and pronouns. i label them as the following…

afab+gn!reader

amab+gn!reader

fem!reader

male!reader

transfem!reader

transmasc!reader

gn!reader

… write for multiple fandoms. rn it’s jjk and one piece. maybe i’ll add more in the future.

𝐈 𝐃𝐎𝐍’𝐓…

…take requests anymore, but suggestions and thirsts are always welcome.

…age up characters. i only write canon 18+ and that goes for sfw and nsfw.

…reblog content that features aged up minors either. so if i comment on a post with multiple characters and don’t reblog that’s why! i support your writing but i just don’t want that kind of content on my blog.

…write noncon, furries, minors/age play, hard incest, piss/scat/vomit, suicide/self harm

𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎…

tagging system.

character list.

taken anons: 💋 🧸 sanji 🫶 ❤️‍🩹

[michaelwithab]

i have been in the mood to write, so if anyone would like to indulge me, please read further! i strictly rp on discord & prefer to use tupperbox for replies, and if this isn't something you're familiar with, i'll be happy to teach you! it's honestly super easy to get the hang of <3 aside from that, seeing as i'm 27, i'm only comfortable writing with muns 22+ & playing muses 22+, typically leaning towards 25+ if possible. i lovelovelove to do quick fire threads, but also don't mind the occasional multi-para response ( bonus points if we send each other musings / songs / headcanons related to our ship in between ). it really helps keep my muse alive to know my partner is giving as much as they're receiving, so please be someone who actively engages in plotting rather than agreeing with everything i have to say & not adding things to further the plot yourself. i'm here to have a good time for possibly a long time, and if you're wanting a dedicated rp partner, then you're in the right spot!

below are my most wanted plots + faceclaims i'd love to play:

faceclaims: gong yoo, nathan stewart-jarrett, kedar williams-stirling, tati gabrielle, zoe kravitz, avan jogia, alex wolff, natasha liu bordizzo, choi minho, bright vachirawit, ryan destiny, dev patel, alejandro speitzer, aron piper, rami malek, brianne tju, sophia taylor ali, justice smith, alfonso herrera, bahar sahin, adeline rudolph, christina nadin, and i'm running out of brain cells so pls look here for more!

some plots:

ii. would love to do a multi-muse centered around a small town, but make it small town gothic. think being in a convenience store at midnight, or swings swinging with no one on them, or smiling neighbors who always greet you and never blink and always offers dinner but never says what they're cooking when asked, or WELCOME TO ( STATE ) signs but you keep driving & never see a THANKS FOR VISITING sign that tells you you have left the state. and just general creepy vibes like in this post!

i. [death tw] idk, but i've been itching to play an older muse who has abruptly become the legal guardian of a 7 year old after their parents ( my muse's sibling ) passes away in an accident. your muse can be a next door neighbor, third grade teacher, etc who notices my muse is in way over their head & is in need of some guidance as they raise their niece / nephew / nibling, while also grieving the loss of a family member. i'm leaning toward my muse being male, but i'm open to m / f / nb as opposites!

iii. love a good sports related plot ( especially if the sport is soccer or swimming ). they can be teammates or from rival teams, and i'm open to all genders for this!

iv. again, i'm blanking LOL so please feel free to peruse here for more plot ideas!! but i'm also down to look through your own wanted plots tag, as well as combining a couple plots together to give an idea more depth! and yeah!! hmu or like this post & i'll hop into your dms, then we can get this show on the road <3

[stealthily]

Not to jump onto ur tags but shdhdjjf to me at least as well it doesn’t come across like louis has rlly. Spoken to someone about his self hatred? He’s so shocked at the idea of clementine believing in him and seeing him as someone of value and it’s like ;-; even the way he speaks of his parents, it rlly rings to me like he feels like he deserved what he got in coming here :(((

@clouiis  omg please feel free to hop in at any time sfkdsjfk i’m literally always down to cry about TWDG some more!!

But yeah I absolutely agree, it doesn’t feel like Louis has ever seriously talked to someone before about the way he feels about himself, and that in itself probably is tied to his self-worth issues. :(     It seems like he’s accepted that his role in the group is to be the lighthearted guy who plays piano and cracks jokes, and the moment he allows himself to feel anything negative, it’s not long before he hates himself for doing so.

The saddest thing is, I don’t even know if Louis REALIZES it’s self-hatred.  When he makes a self-deprecating comment, it’s almost like he’s just stating facts.  His tone of voice and choice of words never really come across as “I feel like i’m a fuck-up sometimes” but rather just: “i’m the resident fuck-up here”

I often think about how the other kids kept making comments about Louis being a slacker, but how much of that “laziness” do you think ties into him being so afraid to mess things up?  Like, look at the scene right before they board the raiders’ boat.  He’s freaking out because people are depending on him and if something happens he ‘doesn’t know if he can live with it’  and  “All it would take is one little screw-up. And I screw up ALL the time.”   

They live in a world where a single slip-up could cost a friend’s life, and Louis doesn’t have the confidence in himself to trust that he won’t fail somehow.   So of course he wouldn’t be actively trying to pick up duties around Ericson’s.   Outside of providing jokes and piano (which get made fun of anyway, but that’s okay, because at least he’s made them laugh, and that’s what he thinks he’s good for)  it’s clear he thinks he’s more of a burden to the group than an asset.

(*also i want to clarify I’m not trying to say I think the other kids making comments about him are mean or malicious at all!!  i just think that everything Louis hears about himself only further cements in his mind that he’s not good enough)

Clementine can spend all her free time getting to know and romancing Louis and he still cannot fathom that you’d choose to save him.  (He wouldn’t have picked himself.  He doesn’t know anyone that would.)

What kills me about that line too is, if you save Violet, she says the whole  “under all that, he really cares about people, and he doesn’t just feel it, he says it.  he’ll tell you every goddamn day how much you mean to him.  shit, he’ll probably sing about it.”

The fact he loves others with his whole chest, and yet has such low self-worth that he can’t even imagine any of his friends choosing to save his life???  pls i’m begging someone come give this boy some affection 

God and then the parents thing.  Like you said in your post, even while telling the story, Louis still feels so guilty about it, he speaks about what he did with anger and disgust at himself.  And yes, breaking up his parents’ marriage was uhh Not Great.   But also he was T E N years old.  “You get to be happy, or you get to be rich. You don’t get to be both.”  Louis justifies that his dad was just trying to teach him a dumb lesson, but honestly, what kind of lesson is that? Teaching a literal young child that the most important thing in life is money??  That you can’t be happy?  Also, what’s the implication of that, since his dad is filthy rich, does that mean he isn’t happy with the life he’s made with his wife and kid right there?  (I’m sorry I know this is a long tangent but that always has really rubbed me the wrong way fdsjksk like no, Louis bb, your father was not in the right to try and teach you that)

Really, every single time Clementine says something like “you’re too important to me”  or  “I wouldn’t have asked you to come with if i didn’t believe in you” Louis just looks at her in such disbelief that it’s heartbreaking.  

BUT ALSO on a slightly brighter note-- how fucking significant is the ending where Clementine is sending him out to check on that survivor caravan--  and how it means that Louis is finally starting to believe in himself enough to take on that sort of responsibility (or at the very least, he’s believing in Clementine’s faith in him, until he can feel it for himself.)

[defloey]

get to know me tag game

thank you for the tag @taemin-jaemin

tagging: @cxsmicmyeon, @royal-aeris, @sehyix, @jageun-ai, @kai-sukidesu and anyone else who wants to do it too, you're welcome to say i tagged you. alternatively feel free to ignore! no pressure, just something if you're bored :)

what day is your birthday? exactly 1 week after sehun's, 19th april 94

what's your favorite color? red

what's your lucky number? 2? it's just the number i like idk if it's lucky

do you have any pets? yas, a dog - cudi

how tall are you? 152cm

how many pairs of shoes do you own? too many and i wear a grand total of 3 on rotation. no i will not cull through my shoes any time soon, or ever.

favorite song? oh god i have too many. for the sake of it, chanyeol's minimal warm

favorite movie? no specific favourite but probably something disney. lilo & stitch, big hero 6 or beauty & the beast

what would be your ideal partner? park chanyeol duh

do you want children? yes, but no more pls lol

have you gotten in trouble with the law? yes?

bath or shower? bath

what color socks are you wearing? blue & white striped

favorite type of music? r&b, hip hop, acoustic

how many pillows do you sleep with? 3

what position do you sleep in? fetal position or on my stomach lol

what you don't like when you're sleeping? being woken up

what do you have for breakfast? toast & eggs 

have you ever tried archery? yes, high school phys ed 

favorite fruit? peach

favorite swear word? fuck? lol

do you have any scars? do acne scars count

are you a good liar? not sure?? probably not

what's your personality type? infp-t

what's your favorite type of girl? i don't have a favourite type? i just like certain people and they're all different lol

innie or outie? innie

left or right handed? right handed

favorite food? pizza or pasta lmao, most asian cuisine?

favorite foreign food? ..

are you clean or messy? i live in an organised mess, you decide

most used phrase? "lmao" "lol"

how long does it take for you to get ready? i can take anywhere from 10 minutes to 1 hour

do you talk to yourself? yes

do you sing to yourself? too often

are you a good singer? probably not

biggest fear? i don't know anymore, i still don't like clowns lol

are you a gossip? only with certain people?

do you like long or short hair? i used to like short but it's actually more annoying lol, keep it long

favorite school subject? free periods

extrovert or introvert? introverted but extroverted with the right people

what makes you nervous? too many things

who was your first real crush? i don't remember. ethan from lizzie mcguire?! LOL. the himbo love is real

how many piercings do you have? 2, standard ear lobes

how fast can you run?

what color is your hair? a very dark brown

what color are your eyes? a very dark brown

what makes you angry? too many things. injustices, immorality, ignorance, hurt someone i love and i will throw hands

do you like your own name? no opinion tbh

do you want a boy or girl as a child? i have both and there are good/bad about both. but why does it matter lol you could get the same things from any gender

what are your strengths? what is this..a job interview?

what are your weaknesses? again, job interview?

what's the color of your bedspread? white and grey

color of your room? black, white and grey. lots of variety i know

[liankuea]

tagged by @gunsatthaphan thank you, doreen~ 💜

1. why did you choose your url? i started this blog because of why r u and zaintsee so it was only right to name it after them 😌

2. any sideblogs?  if you have them name them and why you have them. this blog is actually one of my sides and my second side is @ziontdaily which is a fansite for zion.t, one of my absolute favorite khip-hop/r&b artists

3. how long have you been on tumblr? since 2015

4. do you have a queue tag? yep! #love queue you love 

5. why did you start your blog in the first place? why r u had me by the throat so I wanted a dedicated space to scream about it lol

6. why did you choose your icon/pfp? it’s one of my favorite scenes from why r u and saint looks absolutely adorable. look at his cheeks 🥺

7. why did you choose your header?  i don’t have one 😅

8. what‘s your post with the most notes? this one~  still one of my favorite gif requests. while we’re on the subject, feel free to drop any of your requests in my inbox i lack the motivation to gif atm and it would really help out  🙏🏾

9. how many mutuals do you have? last time i checked, i had 17 on this blog 🤗💕  i just wish tumblr had a more efficient way of checking 😒

10. how many followers do you have? 1725 as of today 😭💕 

11. how many people do you follow? 624

12. have you ever made a shitpost? nope. shitposting requires a level of skill and finesse, both of which i don’t possess 😂

13. how often do you use tumblr each day? 4-5 hour on a good day 

14. did you have a fight/argument with another blog once? nope, the fam on this blog is pretty chill. the most i’ve had is a passionate discussion lol

15. how do you feel about ‘you need to reblog this‘ posts? i’ve never gotten one

16. do you like tag games? yes! though my reply game has been lacking as of late 😅

17. do you like ask games? absolutely! so pls send them my way~

18. which of your mutuals do you think is tumblr famous? definitely @gunsatthaphan @negrowhat and @musicdramalove i see you guys everywhere lol

19. do you have a crush on a mutual? romantically? no platonically? yes, but i’m a socially anxious introvert™ so i just love you all from afar 💕

20. tags? i’m tagging @sarawatism  @chiyala @musicdramalove @teh-ohaew  ​ @kuraioshiro @ohmuqueen @kaszbrekker @negrowhat @soulmatelines @isawing @absolutebl @brightwin @obsiditae @marksorntast @flawed-isnteveryone @furiousglitterdonut @thehuns-bubble-tea @lcveislove @kaonoppakao @phapundao and anyone else who would like to do it! 

[gooberjay]

THE FREE-LANCER, T’SAAVI VANISS

The Basics ––– – Full name: T’saavi Vaniss Race: Seeker of the Sun Miqo’te (Condor Tribe - T) Gender: Female Sexuality: Pansexual Age: 24 Nameday: 12th Sun of the Fourth Umbral Moon

Physical Appearance ––– – Hair: Black with golden streaks Eyes: Heterochromatic - one yellow/one red (caused by dragon’s blood) Height: 5'7" Build: Lean/Muscular Distinguishing Marks: Slight scars across her left cheek and nose. The singular red eye, which seems to glow faintly, and glows brighter when channeling her Dragon Sight. Common Accessories: Typically wears black clothing, form-fitting with gold jewelry, but rarely is ever out of armor.

Personal ––– – Profession: Dragoon, Free-Lancer, Skilled Smith, and Ocean Fisher. Hobbies: Storytelling, boozing, dueling, traveling, and fishing Languages: Common Eorzean, Seeker Tribe Dialects, some Pirates’ Cant, and some conversational Ishgardian. Residence: The Mists, Limsa Lominsa Birthplace: At sea, some miles off the coast of Limsa. Religion: Not terribly religious, but The Twelve and Seeker Tribe faiths  Patron Deity: Azeyma, The Warden

Relationships ––– - Children: None. Parents: Her mother, R’hurana Vaniss, who heads the Vaniss Fishery, and her father, T’vaniss Nunh, who died at the hands of his eldest son and brother to T’saavi. Siblings: T’saava, her older sister, and T’vanze, her older brother. The latter died at the hands of T’saavi in an act of revenge for her father. Other Relatives: R’haja Taiga, her distant Hingan cousin, and T’vordras Tia, her uncle and Ala Mhigan Resistance Fighter. She is also a ward of House DiLouvre of Ishgard, formerly under the tutelage of Lord Thiobert DiLouvre before his death at the hands at Ashardalon, one of Nidhogg’s dark brood, and now headed by Lady Renee DiLouvre. Pets: Less a pet and more of an occasional companion, a Moogle of the Churning Mists by the name of Puerco. Also occasionally accompanied by a dragonling named Fleur. 

Traits ––– - Extroverted / In Between / Introverted Disorganized / In Between / Organized Close Minded / In Between / Open Minded Calm / In Between / Anxious Disagreeable / In Between / Agreeable Cautious / In Between / Reckless Patient / In Between /  Impatient Outspoken / In Between / Reserved Leader / In Between / Follower Empathetic / In Between / Apathetic Optimistic / In Between / Pessimistic Traditional / In Between / Modern Hard-working / In Between / Lazy Cultured / In Between / Uncultured Loyal / In Between / Disloyal Faithful / In Between / Unfaithful

Additional information ––– – Smoking Habit:  never / sometimes / frequently / to excess Drugs:  never / sometimes / frequently / to excess Alcohol: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess

RP Hooks ––– –

► Limsa Lominsa and The Maelstrom: T’saavi’s home - for better and worse - and where both the embrace of family and the shadow of obligation lie. She briefly served with the Maelstrom during the battles against Garlemald in the liberation of Ala Mhigo and Doma. She did -not- particularly enjoy it, however, feeling tied down to strict military roles (even if she was a leading captain!) and having to fight in vicious battles such as the Ghimlyt Dark. Still, she is loyal to the sails and seas of Limsa, and holds Merlwyb in high regard and respect, even if she finds her overbearing and demanding at times. You may know her from her Maelstrom service, or perhaps know of the Vaniss Fishery, and the tragedy that befell it mere weeks before the Seventh Umbral Calamity...

► The Wailing Barracks: Where here journey began, amidst the Twelveswood in Old Gridania. If you were - or are - an aspiring lancer, you may come across her in occasional visits, and if you’re learning, she may even provide you a helpful tip or two! Granted, one of those tips might be the tip of her lance in a lopsided spar... ► Ishgard and the Dragoons: The pinnacle of her journey, where T’saavi the Lancer became T’saavi, the Dragoon, under the tutelage of Lord Thiobert DiLouvre of Ishgard. She will often visit the snow-driven lands of Coerthas to reflect on her journey - perhaps an odd choice for a Seeker of the Sun - and catch up with the DiLouvre family, now led by Thiobert’s wife, Renee, while their young son eventually grows into the role. You may know of her brief service to Ishgard in the waning days of the Dragonsong War, or perhaps know of House DiLouvre and their personal war with one of Nidhogg’s brood, the wicked Ashardalon... ► Adventuring and “Free-Lancing”: Having trouble with some ferocious creatures or scheming ne’er-do-wells? Need to hire a good blade? Why not hire a lance! A free-lance, if you will! Better yet, if you’re tackling a tall task and need someone to swoop in at the last second to hog the glory, T’saavi just might be your Dragoon... ► “Magitek? The Seven Hells is that?”: T’saavi is slowly becoming more technology literate...slowly. If you’re a magitek engineer of any note, you might have a curious miqo’te asking about how most anything works... ► The Odd-Jobs of Ul’dah: Before she became a Free-Lancer, she freelanced around Ul’dah to buy passage to Gridania and start her adventuring proper. You might have seen this enterprising miqo’te - with longer hair at the time - going about and doing odd work for merchants, monetarists, and mercenaries alike!

► A Foodie of Eorzea: T’saavi has recently taken to a new adventure: bar-hopping and perusing new restaurants in search of good meals and better company across Eorzea. If you run a cafe, bar, restaurant, or other eatery establishments, then T’saavi wants a seat at your table and a look at your menu!

Contact/OOC Information  ––– –

Chill 21+ player with occasional workdays (reduced a bit due to current pandemic shenanigans) and who bounces between FFXIV and WoW, among other games.

I’m looking to meet: Most anybody, really. Fellow dragoons/lancers are a plus, as well as anyone with a thirst for adventure and a good cup of ale!

What I want to write: Okay with most themes, ranging from benign to mature, and especially into adventure/spelunking, socializing, and taking on powerful foes to test her skills and might! Worth noting: T’saavi is pretty friendly once you get to know her, but she can be all business on the battlefield, and that might be both a good and bad thing. Good in that she is reliable and a strong ally in a tough fight. Bad in that she’s a lone wolf a lot of the time, and will try to direct the flow of battle, even against the strategies of others. She’s not afraid to butt heads, but generally, is both serviceable and somewhat loyal to a cause.

(( prompt borrowed from @avablackstone and also tagging @mooglemeet and @crystalxivrp! Am a former Mateus RPer on Goblin to hang out with my RL friends in their FC. ))

(( ADDENDUM: I meant to post this to @tsaavivaniss aaaaaaa fug pls visit and follow that page for future T’saavi blurbs ))

[crushzone]

🎬 About Me

Original art of me and my fictional hubby, Ukai Keishin, by @achieve-the-sun​, posted with permission. 💕 

Hi there!

My name is Nin and I am the founder of Crushzone Cinema Theater. 📽 🍿 

🎬 THE BASICS

Age: 23

Birthday: December 24th

Pronoun: She/her

Education: Graduated with a dual degree in Film and Global History

Occupation: Is currently a film freelancer in the camera department, who desperately needs money to pay rent every month lol.

Likes: 

- The sound of rain tapping on my window

- Watching my plants rise and droop to the moving sun

- Cooking and experimenting with different cuisines; Japanese, Thai and Chinese are some of my favorites.

- Giving my husband and my cat their head rubs every night.

- Drawing, painting, and photography. (Here’s some of my works!)

- The feeling of accomplishment after you’ve gone through SO much for a project with your peers. To work on your own movie or short film, and finally seeing it done, is such a rewarding experience.

- To eat my Mac and Cheese with ketchup, nutritional yeast, and steamed broccoli. (Fight me lol. 🦖 )

- Eating chips with chopsticks.

- Medjool dates with a spoonful of crunchy peanut butter 😋 

-Wearing oversized clothes, especially hoodies.

- Sitting at my reading nook, with my cat next to me on the chair.

Dislikes: 

- The buzzing sound bees make when they fly.

- Slipping on my own chunk of hair on the ground; I have a lot of hair and I shed a lot.

- The heat, I may be from Thailand, but I am very much done with the blaring heat. One second I’ll look real cute with my face all done up, but the moment I step out, it’s already melting from my face.

- Going to sleep; there’s SO much more I could be doing right now!

- When my bangs desperately need a trim and is poking my eyes.

- Poor lighting, doesn’t matter if it is real life, just light it like you’re IN a film!! It’s so much more dramatic that way! (For real, come to my house, every corner is lit with some sort of a look/mood 😏)

- Loud noises; when people are yelling all the time, or something is loud, I get nervous when I can’t hear my own thoughts.

- People with bad attitude, a temper, or is just kind of mean in general. There is absolutely no excuse for you to be that way, and nothing productive comes out of it. Nuh-uh.

🎬 FUN FACTS

My parents hired a piano teacher when I was in elementary school, but because I didn’t enjoy her company (for some reason), I refused to absorb information. Little did I know, it would backfire me and would have absolutely no effect to her pay.

I’m that kid who always has 4 spare pencils and 5 erasers to lend out to my peers.

Will serenade to my cat every morning and night, so if you are ever my roommate, I apologize for my horrible singings.

Performed as a cave and pot in my high school production, and lemme tell ya, it is more difficult than it sounds.

Has no problem doing laundry in the morning, but the moment the sun falls, I will be too afraid to go down into my basement to do it. Some may say that it is an excuse for me to put laundry off for the next day, but I always tell my husband that there’s a “Babadook” in there. 👀

One time I stepped on a millipede, and I cried for 2 days because I felt really bad for it.

I’m actually VERY shy most of the times, so if you see me laughing a lot like a hyena, then it’s likely that it’s just me being awkward. OR I may just be having a good time, who knows.

I’m awful around kids, I am SO awkward and will stiff up like a rock (if you see me doing that, pls come safe me). One time this kid asked me why I laugh so much, so I simply just laughed some more while backing out of the room slowly. 🤦‍♀️ 

🎬 SOME FUN QUESTIONS!

What is something you wish you were gifted at doing?

I wish I could sing. My husband is a musician, and it looks like he’s having so much fun. There’s just something so freeing about it, as if it’s another language that takes time to become fluent in, but when you are, it’s so captivating and expressive. I don’t think I’m an awful singer, but is just too incredibly shy to sing in front of others. 

What is the first movie you remember seeing in theater?

It may had been Disney’s Dinosaur (2000), not sure. All I remember was that there were a bunch of dinosaurs on screen, may had even been 3D with those glasses.

At one point, a tiger jumped at the screen, and I started crying. My mom and brother wanted to finish the movie, so my dad had to sit outside with me, until it was over. It was chill tho, my dad was teaching me different dinosaur names. 👶 🦖 🦕 

What is the first thing you do when you get home?

Pants off, baby!! I don’t usually wear a bra, but if do, then I guess it’s bra’s off first. Then I instantly hop into my plaid boxer shorts hehee. 🤭 

What has been the hardest thing for you to face or learn?

That people go through different stages of their life at different paces, and that is totally okay. When I was younger, I would always overwork, and as a result, I don’t really have a lot of time for myself. I did that, mostly, because I wanted to get a head start at everything, especially at my career. Now that I am 23-24, and had just graduated from Class of 2019, I’ve been getting film gigs since I was a sophomore, and is now a full time freelancer. 

Yet, I was not satisfied, because I got to work with a 21 y/o in a position that was under her, and it made me feel momentarily incompetent; like I wasn’t doing well enough. But it will never be enough if that’s the mindset; I never considered that she skipped university and went straight into film, so circumstances were entirely different.

Meanwhile, there’s someone 10+ years older than me who is struggling to get the work I’d get, and that is okay too. What I should’ve done is feel happy for her, and use that to motivate myself to improve.  As long as I never give up, and continue to do my best with a good attitude, everything will be just fine.

If you could give your younger self any advice what would it be?

That it’s okay to take a break sometimes, live life a little, and cherish all the happiness, sadness, heartbreak, and struggles that you are going through right now. Every tear will make you stronger, and genuine every smile will eventually pull you through. 

Time goes by very quickly, and every stage in your life is a part of you, so make sure you remember how you get to where you are well.

Do you see the glass as half empty or half full?

Half full, just grateful that there’s any liquid in the glass at all, and is excited to acquire more with all the space I’ve got on top, ya know? 🤷‍♀️ 

What is the strangest thing you believed as a child?

That if you whistle at night, the ghosts will come find you. Or if you play hide and seek at night, then you’ve opened up some kind of portal that the ghosts will kidnap you away from this dimension forever.

Tbh, I think my grandma was just sick of me trying to learn how to whistle when I was in elementary school and of me running around the house at night, so she made these omen up lol.

What time do you usually get up in the morning?

Used to wake up at 13:00-14:00 all the time, but since I married an early bird, I’ve been up at 6:30-7:00 lately.

What time is your usual bed time?

Heeheee 1:00-2:00 in the morning, oops.

How has your birth order/characteristics of siblings affected you?

I have the loveliest older brother in the world, he’s 4 years older, and is very smart, diligent, athletic, and funny. Me being the only daughter, my parents are incredibly protective, so they’d always have my brother do everything for me. 

It was a relief when I was younger, but as I enter high school, it became a little frustrating; I felt like I was living under his shadows and can never be considered independent. They’d also spend a lot more time training with him cuz he’s a national competitive swimmer.

Because of that, I had a lot of time to myself, so I experimented with my own interests and grew in my own way. As I’ve grown, I can definitely say that it’s made me a lot more independent and introverted haha. I absolutely dislike depending on anyone (Will be my last resort), but it’s also nice to know that whenever either of us fall, we’ll always have each other’s back.

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Hi! Im not sure if you are taking prompts, but if not pls just ignore this (I LOVE YOUR STUFF ANYWAY UR GREAT ❤️❤️❤️) What about a PrisonInmate!Tony, PrisonInmate!Steve and PrisonInmate!Bucky all trying to get their hands on freshly employed Officer!Peter who was just trying to do his job. Smut? Shenanigans? Lots of good/bad/cheesy flirting? Anything would make me so happy!!!

Hope this works for what you wanted. I had a lot of fun, feel free to hop in my inbox and let me know if you’re satisfied. I tried working Steve in but :( still not very good at writing him. Bucky is a stretch for me, too. Did what I could though! Especially considering I scrapped what I had, wrote this in 10 hours, and didn’t even glance it over skskskks sorry for errors.

Warnings: some violence, smut, drugs. 7.5k. Peter is 22!

Read here on AO3!

-

The first time Tony meets Officer Parker, Tony is shackled at the waist and ankles to eleven other inmates from Lincoln Correctional Facility. He reaches up with bound wrists to scrub at his facial hair hoping that he isn’t as scruffy as he feels, eyeing the bright-eyed, bushy-tailed little twink who would be driving them twenty minutes to a nearby park There they would be giving restitution to society by picking up plastic soda bottles, cigarette butts, and used condoms from under the dugout benches at the baseball diamond. Thinking of the millions of dollars he stole from his father’s company (plenty of which was still offshore and safe), Tony figures that a week of this and his debt will be repaid. He and society can call it even.

“He’s green,” Bucky mutters from beside him. He tracks the younger man’s pale eyes to Officer Twink. “No question about it.”

“Hey Fury,” Tony says when the black officer goes by, doing a head count. He motions with his bound hands to Parker. “I didn’t know it was bring-your-white-child-to-work-day. Are his legs long enough to reach the pedals in the van? Does he have his permit? Where did you leave his Hot Wheels battery-powered jeep? Will we all fit in the back, because—”

“Pushing your luck,” mutters Steve from Tony’s other side, goody-fucking-two-shoes that he is.

Fury stops walking, actually doubles back to stand in front of him. “You want me to drag you out of line, Stark? You can spend the rest of your day inside washing dishes. Or in solitary, if you feel like being an asshole like usual. Don’t fucking test me,” Fury says. He’s a real hard-ass. Tony likes him well enough.

Beyond them, Officer Parker is blushing to beat the band having heard Tony’s criticism of him. “I’m twenty-two,” he mutters, and Tony nearly groans. Beside him, Bucky does groan. This kid is so, so fucking green. What kind of dummy correctional officer just spills personal information in front of convicted felons?

The harder inmates are going to eat him alive.

If Tony doesn’t eat him first.

“Twenty-two huh? When’s your birthday, sweetheart?” Tony calls. “I’ll drop a postcard in the mail for you—"

He hears the slide of chrome on leather as Fury draws his baton. Tony has just enough time to be thankful it’s not his taser before it is jabbing him in the chest. With his feet and wrists shackled, he has no real way to keep himself upright. He ends up sprawled ass first in the dirt. Steve and Bucky have to adjust to avoid falling themselves and likely taking the whole line down with them.

“Did you just threaten Officer Parker, Stark?” Fury asks, bending over him.

Tony squints up against the sun. “If my heartfelt affection is threatening, then—”

“One more word and you’re spending the week on D Block.” D Block is solitary confinement, and if there is anything more painful to Tony, he doesn’t know what it is. Being alone with his thoughts, no one there to fill the silence, walls so thick he can’t even hear the shouts from other inmates around him—it’s enough to drive him to the edge. He folds.

“Parker,” Fury barks. “Give me your keys. Stark isn’t coming on the field trip.”

“How else am I going to repay society?” Tony asks, holding up his wrists so Fury can unchain him out of the line. Fury doesn’t dignify him with an answer, and it’s probably for the best. Words tend to pour out of Tony’s mouth without thought even at the best of times. And he really isn’t looking for spending the first week of Officer Parker’s employment up on D Block getting his trays through the slot in the door.

While Fury undoes the locks with practiced ease, Parker stands back practically wringing his hands. He looks distraught, downright upset to be honest. When he catches Tony looking, the kid turns red and looks away. God. Fucking adorable.

Tony glances up at Bucky who is looking straight ahead with the smuggest fucking smirk. He winks at Parker and the kid literally has to turn away, probably before he has a stroke, because Bucky is a good-looking guy. And he’s going to spend the entire week, eight hours a day picking up trash while being supervised by Officer Twink.

“You lucky bastard,” Tony says to him.

-

“Bucky’s probably got him bent on all fours in one of the dugout’s right now,” Tony mutters unhappily around an unlit cigarette. They aren’t supposed to smoke inside—it’s against the rules, actually, not just frowned upon—but in times of anxiety, he likes the familiarity of it between his lips. He picks up his dealt cards from the table and glances at them: a straight. Not bad.

“Should have kept your mouth shut,” Toomes says from across the table. His joy at Tony’s dismay is poorly disguised behind his own hand. “That’d be you, right now. Picking up trash in Manhattan. The highlight of your day getting your dick sucked in a dugout littered with caramel corn and old wads of chewing gum. God, how the mighty fall.”

“Could be you right now, too,” Tony offers genially. “But those domestic violence charges mean you don’t even get the chance to go on field trips, huh?”

“Not to mention,” Rhodes says from beside him, a dark-skinned man with a generally unhappy face, and serious disposition. He was one of the only people on the block that Tony genuinely trusted—that sort of trust was hard earned. They’d even exchanged addresses so they could communicate after one or the other gets processed out. “No guard would risk their job for a suck job with you, Toomes.”

“Brutal,” Tony says, holding out his hand to shake Rhodes’s. “True, but absolutely brutal.”

“Thanks,” Rhodey says dryly. “Is someone going to call, or what?”

Toomes ends up storming off, leaving his hand flat on the table. When Tony flips it over, he only had one pair. Unfortunate bastard.

“He’s going to give you problems, Tony,” Rhodey says. His dark eyes are still tracking Toomes who is sulking across the floor back to his cell, where he stands in the doorway, scanning the room. “He’s not showing you respect, and he’s not meshing well with the block. It’s going to come to a head soon.”

“Is this foreshadowing?” Tony asks lazily.

Rhodey just stares.

-

Tony is dozing in his cell when a large form takes up the doorway. He slits his eyes open to see Bucky there, fresh from a shower with his jumpsuit half-undone and tied around his waist. The white wifebeater he wears shows off his arms, including the gnarly scars on his left shoulder from his last tour overseas. It clings to skin that is still a little wet, and Tony licks his lips.

“Hey snowflake,” he says, voice raspy. “Come to rub it in?”

Bucky sits cross-legged on the floor, back against the concrete wall. “His name is Peter. He graduated from the academy last May. This is his first job—if you don’t count the food joint he worked at as a kid. And his birthday is August tenth.”

Tony scoffs. “What, you didn’t get his social security number too? I’m disappointed. And I don’t believe you.”

Bucky holds up a scarred hand, solemn. “Swear on my tags.”

“How the hell could you have found out so much about the kid in a handful of hours? With Fury marching around no less.”

The smile that slides over Bucky’s face is so fucking handsome. Downright sensual. “Fury didn’t come. He was just there for headcount. It was Coulson escorting us with the kid. He spent the whole time sitting in the van with the AC and radio on, chainsmoking. You’re going to shit yourself, Tony. This kid is so fucking sincere and sweet—” Bucky throws his voice into what must be a poor impression of Peter’s trembling voice. “—thanks Mister Barnes, you’ve been so friendly. I’m glad my first day was spent with you.”

“Aww fuck. Goddamnit. Son of a bitch.”

Bucky laughs. “Don’t worry, you’re going to get your chance. He told me today was just to break him in. Tomorrow? He’s on the block. And don’t worry, I put in a good word for you. My friend Tony, I said, he’s one of the most solid guys I know. Arrogant as fuck, but a sweetheart underneath the ten different layers of ego and narcicism.”

Tony’s eyes shut. His hands come together in a prayer position over his chest. “Oh thank you, sweet Jesus.”

“Thank me,” Bucky says, wiggling his eyebrows.

In the back of the cell is a curtain that can be drawn shut while an inmate uses the facilities. It’s where most sex happens during the daytime, when anyone is liable to walk by and glance into a cell. Tony jerks a thumb at it. “You want to see what lies behind curtain number one, Buck?”

“Sure. I’m feeling lucky.”

-

Showers open at dawn, and Tony is one of the first inmates there. He takes extra time soaping himself up in the lukewarm water. By the time trays are brought in, he is dressed with his hair combed. The tank top he wears is white as is required for all clothes that aren’t jumpsuits, and it looks good against his tanned skin. Tony looks fucking good for his age—which is somewhere past thirty and before fifty, thanks, don’t worry about it.

He’s halfway through a tray of biscuits and gravy with more-than-decent hash-browns when Officer Parker comes in, the door of the block screeching open. He’s escorted again by Coulson. They tend to keep senior officers with green ones, because it’s so easy for the new guys to fall prey to inmates, whether by manipulation, intimidation, or sheer manpower. Tony has seen it happen. Tony has caused it, himself. He didn’t end up as the top guy in the block by shaking hands and kissing ass.

Coulson points out things around the block: the cells (obvious), the showers, the cameras. Tony isn’t close enough to hear what’s being said, but he can imagine. Guards come in every hour during the day and every two hours at night to stroll around the block peaking into cells. Even when they aren’t a physical presence on the floor, they are always watching behind the cameras. That will be Peter’s job today: walking the floor. Every sixty minutes, he’ll walk right by Tony in his cute little dress blues. They look too clingy to be at all efficient, especially on Peter’s lithe little form, narrow hips barely able to support the holster on his waist.

Peter turns around and Tony gets a nice glimpse of his ass—God, he wants to bite it.

Bucky looks less enthusiastic today, hair pulled back into a wet bun, dark circles under his eyes. They’d slept in the same bunk last night, but when he’d awoken in the morning, Bucky had been gone. Nightmares, probably. “Now who’s the lucky bastard?” he mumbles around his fork.

Tony. Tony is the lucky bastard.

When Coulson and Peter go by, Tony calls out, face wearing a winning smile. “Good morning, officers.”

“Good morning,” Peter says sweetly. When he notices that it is Tony who spoke, his eyes double in size. Obviously, Tony has already made an impression. He plants his chin on his palm, elbow resting on the table, and lets his eyes rove over the green boy. Unashamed is his middle name.

“Inmate number one to watch out for, Parker,” Coulson says. But Tony thinks there’s a little affection underneath the vacant expression. Maybe it’s just wishful thinking.

“I’m hurt, Phil,” Tony says. “Really hurt.”

“Stark is here for fraud, and he’s a master manipulator.”

“That’s better—stroke my ego, Phil. I love it. Go on.”

Coulson looks unimpressed. “Give him a wide berth.”

Peter nods obediently. His eyes trail over to Bucky and he lights up, squinting with a smile liable to outshine the sun. “Good morning Bucky! How are you?”

Coulson looks liable to have a fucking stroke. Lips twitching, Bucky salutes. “Doing great, sweet thing, how about yourself?”

“Can’t complain,” Peter says, blushing prettily.

Coulson ends up having to drag him off. Tony can’t imagine the dressing down he’s going to be receiving once they’re in private. Actually, he can, and it’s an image he cherishes. It wouldn’t hurt for the sweet kid to have some sense knocked into him by the other guards—before one of the inmates knocks it into him for them. The thought makes Tony’s fist clench around his fork. If anybody is knocking anything into Peter, it will be him. And Bucky. Preferably at the same time.

“You can hold him down,” Tony says lowly to Bucky across the table. “I’d like to see your thick arms wrapped around him. He looks like a squirmer, so sensitive. You can keep him still with nowhere to go, sitting on your cock, and I’ll suck him off. I bet he cries.”

“Shut up,” Bucky says, eyes half-lidded. He makes a stabbing motion with his plastic fork. “Or I’ll end up in the bathroom at the park beating off.”

“I like the thought of that.”

“Yeah, well I don’t.”

-

The next time Peter comes around, he is alone. Tony, Toomes, and some of the other guys are sitting around the table playing poker.

“Afternoon gentlemen,” Peter says cordially. Tony is immediately smitten—the kid is trying so hard to be a Big Boy. It’s so fucking endearing. All Tony wants to do is drag the kid by the belt to the nearest cell and suck him off.

“Afternoon, handsome,” Tony says.

“I hope there’s no gambling going on,” Peter says, his arms cross across his chest. Jesus, his arms are skinny but fucking built, muscles straining beneath the cuffs of his shirt. There’s strength there. He’s reminded suddenly that this kid did pass the academy, so he does have some training under his belt.

“Gambling is against the rules, officer,” Tony says brightly. He takes the cigarette from behind his ear, hands desperate for something to do, and tucks it between his lips. “Do we look like rule breakers to you?”

Peter shakes the hand of each man around the table. Tony would have to be blind not to see the looks he’s garnering: incredulity, attraction, calculation. Toomes looks like he’s about to cream his jumpsuit when his rough hand wraps around Peter’s soft, tiny one. The look he shoots Tony is smug.

“Do I get a handshake, Officer?” Tony asks sweetly as the kid is trying to make his escape.

He looks at Tony’s hand like it is a trap. Tony softens.

“I’m sorry if I came on too strong before,” he says gently. “I just want to say, Welcome to LCF.”

Peter takes his hand. It is just as soft and smooth as it looks, but the grip is strong and firm, and Tony feels irrational pride—look at this little boy standing up to him, so fucking fearless. He makes sure to keep the handshake simple and wholesome, even though it hurts to let go. Judging by the look on Peter’s face, he agrees.

“Thanks, Mr. Stark,” the kid breaths and fuck. That goes right to his cock.

“You’re quite welcome,” he purrs.

-

The guards work 2-2-3’s, predictably. That means that Peter will have two day shifts, two days off, three night shifts, two days off, two day shifts, three days off, so on and so forth. The next two days with no Peter to look forward to and Bucky spending the 9 to 5 picking up trash are some of the dullest he’s ever had. Rhodey is the only consolation. They spend a lot of their time watching television together or playing chess.

And nights are spent with Bucky. They take turns topping, pressing each other into the mattress and muttering a litany of dirty prose in each other’s ears. Peter makes a lot of appearances in their repertoire, and some of the best orgasms Tony’s had in ages come from imagining him walking into his cell someday to find Bucky sucking off Officer Parker, or the other way around.

Sometimes, Tony has to go behind the curtain in his cell and pretend he’s taking a shit, when in reality he is jerking off to the thought. Popping a boner during poker isn’t exactly welcome.

The night shifts aren’t ideal. From 6 pm to 6 am, Peter will come in to walk the floor, shining light into cells to make sure everything is up to code. There isn’t as much time for conversation, but Tony figures he’ll be happy to spend the night awake in his buck just for the glimpses of Peter he’ll get. God, he’s fucking worked up over this kid. Mr. Stark, he called him. Jesus.

When Peter comes in at six, it is to general greeting suffused with catcalls. His face turns red as a tomato, but he smiles, looking pleased by the comradery.

“Hey doll,” Bucky says when he strolls by. Trays came in a few minutes prior, so they are eating. Salisbury steak tonight, disgusting—but the gravy isn’t half bad. Peter waves, coming over.

“Hi Mr. Barnes. Hi Mr. Stark.”

“It’s Tony, sweetheart,” Tony says. “Even Coulson calls us by our first names. You can do it too.”

“T-Tony,” Peter stutters.

“Say it again,” Tony purrs. “You need to get your practice in now.”

Bucky kicks him under the table. “You’re going to give him an aneurysm. Sorry Pete—Tony is a bit of a horn dog. He’s what the kids call thirsty.”

Peter laughs, hiding his smile behind his hand. “Yeah, I could have guessed. Is he like this with everybody?”

Tony goes to open his mouth, but is stopped by the increased pressure on the arch of his foot by Bucky’s boot under the table. When he glances over, Bucky looks earnest, serious. He puts a scarred hand over his heart. “No sir. Swear on my service tags. You’ve got us all smitten.”

Peter melts. He bites his lip, casting Tony a shy but warm glance. “I—you guys are so nice. I better get back to—yeah—”

They both watch Peter’s ass as he walks away.

“You smooth motherfucker. I need to start taking a page out of your book,” Tony mutters. He rubs his ankle softly against Bucky’s. It’s the most affection they’re willing to give each other out on the floor. Affection is weakness here, and as the guy who runs the floor, Tony knows he has a big target on his chest. He’d rather not make it any bigger. For him, or for Bucky.

-

It’s nearing ten PM. Lights go out at 9:30, and while not everyone is asleep, the raucous gatherings are contained to individual cells.

Like Tony’s. He is biting his knuckles, panting as Bucky sucks him off. They’ve spent the last hour cuddling in the bunk, running their hands over each other, muttering dirty things between them. He’s been hard for the better part of that hour, and it’s only now that Bucky has shown mercy on him, tugging him up to sit on the edge of the bunk, knees spread wide. He rucks up Tony’s wifebeater over his abs and chest to rub a thumb at one of his nipples, causing his cock to jump.

“Let’s give a show, baby, huh?” Bucky whispers before swallowing him down. Tony jolts, barely managing to cut off the groan that builds up in his throat.

Bucky gives head with enthusiasm and without shame, probably because he looks so fucking hot without his inhibitions, and he knows it. Eyes closed like Tony’s cock is the tastiest thing he’s ever had in his mouth, Bucky drools and chokes himself, sometimes pressing Tony’s cock up so that he can mouth at the older man’s balls, taking them into his mouth one at a time.

Tony holds off his orgasm for as long as he can. He loves this, loves how aroused Bucky gets from sucking cock, whining around it, one hand reaching between his own legs to jerk himself off.

Then comes the light. It blinds Tony whose eyes are accustomed to the darkness. He gasps, jerking backwards in horror at being caught, but Bucky’s hands grab his hips and wrench him forwards, taking him deeper.

There comes a gasp, high and effeminate.

Peter.

The flashlight fumbles and clicks off, but Tony doesn’t hear the footsteps move away. His eyes readjust to the darkness, and he sees Peter’s form standing in the doorway, one hand up to press against his mouth.

Bucky chokes himself, swallowing around the head of Tony’s cock, and something about being watched—being watched by Peter—has Tony gasping, fisting Bucky’s long hair and fucking into his throat as he cums. He barely manages to keep his eyes open through the pleasure, because now he can just make out the dim form of features on Peter’s face, eyes half-closed, and knuckles clutched between his teeth.

He likes what he sees.

“Jesus, baby,” Tony whispers, stroking Bucky’s hair. The man stands up, pants slung to his ankles, fisting his naked cock furiously. The low cots mean that when he cums with a groan, he stripes Tony’s chest with it, and he loves it, fucking loves marking and being marked by Bucky. “You wanted to give Peter a show, huh?”

The sound Peter makes is tortured. He turns and nearly sprints away, perfunctorily walking down the rest of the cells, glancing in to make sure no one is smoking or hoarding blankets or any other thing.

They sit side by side on the bunk, panting.

“All part of the plan, handsome,” Bucky mutters, pressing a tender kiss to Tony’s forehead.

-

“Petey came to my cell last night,” Toomes says the next day. The guard on duty is in Tony’s palm, so Tony smokes unabashedly and without fear of repercussions, flicking his ash in a neat pile next to him, because littering isn’t cool.

He isn’t sure what his facial expression says, but he hopes its as stony and unbelieving as he feels. “Good for you, Toomes. Did you finally get that suck job you wanted?”

The other man scoffs, waving away Tony’s accusations. “He’s too skittish for that. But he saw me reading. Frankenstein. Did you know he’s a big reader, Tony?”

Tony didn’t know. He tries not to let it show how rankled it makes him, that there is any part of Peter that this vulture has picked off before Tony or Bucky.

“Maybe you can start a book club,” Tony suggests.

Beside him, Rhodey snorts into his cards.

-

“He’s full of shit, Tony. You know that,” Bucky soothes. He’s sitting on Tony’s cot, freshly showered, watching Tony pace, cigarette clutched between his lips. The younger man is getting a tan from his time spent out in the sun picking up trash. For a fair skinned, fair eyed man, he tans surprisingly well. Tony certainly appreciates the aesthetic.

“He’s not. Not about this, at least,” Tony mutters. “Peter waved to him tonight at dinner when you were getting your tray. I didn’t think it was possible for anyone to look at Toomes with a pleasant expression. I can’t unsee it.”

“You poor thing,” Bucky says, sounding not at all sympathetic. “Look, the kid’s worked here for three days. This is his fourth fucking shift. Seduction takes time. You always do this—if something you want doesn’t fall into your lap right away, you get mopey. Where’s the Tony you always talk about, the one who had patience, who worked hard to reap rewards?”

“Worked real hard to reap my dad’s money, you’ve got that right,” Tony mutters. “You suck at pep talks, snowflake.”

Bucky rolls his eyes. “Then how about I just console you?”

Tony takes the cigarette from his mouth and points it at him. “Now you’re talking.”

-

It’s nearing two in the morning. Peter has been by a handful of times, face red when he glances into their cell. Bucky and Tony jerked each other off hours ago—shame he missed it—and have spent the rest of the evening sitting on the cot talking. Bucky does push-ups. Tony admires the view.

“I’m out of smokes,” Bucky says. He means pot—Tony doesn’t partake, but on night when Bucky does, sleeps easier and wakes more rested. “I need more papers.”

“I got ‘em baby.”

“Thanks, Tony.”

Tony can get anything into prison. It’s about greasing the guards—and he makes sure to know which ones squeak and which ones don’t. Then he keeps them well, well lubricated. Whenever someone needs something (matches, drugs, porn, other contraband), Tony is the guy who gets it. But he’s not dumb enough to be the guy who keeps it. That’s on the straw men Tony keeps around the block. One houses the rolling papers. Another has the pot. There’s a cellphone in the cell beside Tony. And if there are shakedowns with guards Tony doesn’t have under his thumb, those men agree to take the fall, and Tony agrees to make it up to them.

It’s late and dark, most people actually asleep now. Tony feels his way down to the cells to the guy who’s housing the papers for joints. The guy snores to wake the dead, but Tony doesn’t care, letting himself in and going to the designated location.

It’s on his way back that he hears the noise.

Voices.

He’d ignore them—some guys will stay up all night talking—but one of those voices is too high.

It’s panicked, too.

Breathing heavier, he takes care to muffle his steps. He isn’t wearing shoes, and that makes him vulnerable in a fight, but he’s held his own in worse situations. The element of surprise will be instrumental in coming out on top—if he needs to. Keeping his breaths quiet, he follows the sounds to the showers, empty but still smelling damp and faintly of soap.

It’s definitely Peter’s voice.

There are windows here that let in the moonlight. Tony stands in the shadow of the doorway, watching and listening.

“Come on, Adrian, quit—”

“You come on, Petey. I’ll make it good for you. It’s got to be tough, being around all the men on the block, being flirted with all the time. Gets a kid hot and bothered I bet, huh? You’re a hot little thing. I saw the way you looked at me last night. I’m here for you, honey. You can use me—”

“I don’t want to. I could lose my job.”

“I’ll take it to the grave, Pete, I swear.”

Peter is pressed against the tiled wall between two showerheads. Adrian is pinning him there with his body, and the size difference is drastic. Peter is so fucking tiny and frail looking, eyes huge and frightened, hands clenching and unclenching even though he has a fucking weapon, come on Pete, pull your baton, your taser, your fucking gun—

Adrian’s hand drifts from where it’s caressing Peter’s jaw. It presses against his chest, fingering the buttons down Peter’s dress blues, and then palms the young man’s cock.

Tony sees red. He wishes he had the shiv he keeps hidden on the floor, but there’s no time to search for it in the dark, and he can make do without it anyway. Get Adrian down and then pull Peter’s baton, beat Toomes again and again and again until the man eats his meals through a straw or not at all.

“I said no, Toomes.” Peter grabs the man’s wrist and twists it expertly. With a strength Tony didn’t know could be contained in such a tiny form, he switches their positions to press Toomes’s face into the wall, grinding it against the tiles. The man struggles but Peter is holding strong, lithe little muscles bulging as he kicks the man’s legs apart so he can’t get proper leverage to push him away. Then he grabs his cuffs, and in a heartbeat, the larger man is subdued. “I tried to be nice, didn’t I? No means no, asshole.”

He wrenches Toomes away from the wall and they both turn to see Tony standing there. They all look at each other, mouths open. Then Tony lifts his hands and brings them together softly, a standing ovation.

“I’m not going to lie,” he says breathlessly. “I’m a little hard right now.”

Peter scowls. “Not now, Tony. Go press the button to let the other guards know I need help.”

“No can do, sweet thing. But it looks like you’ve got it covered for yourself.”

Peter does, frog marching Toomes across the floor and out of the Block. Tony watches it all with an incredulous expression. And a chub. Even after they’re gone, he stands on the quiet, dark floor, pondering what he’s seen. When Bucky puts a hand on his shoulder, Tony nearly jumps out of his own skin.

“What happened?” he asks. “Was that Peter I heard?”

“Oh Buck. You won’t believe this yarn I’m going to spin you.”

-

Toomes doesn’t return to the block. More than likely, he is shifted to another block with more violent offenders. They tend to group inmates based on the charges against them and their charge history. Tony wonders what exactly he’ll be charged with now. Attempted assault of a police officer? It sounds delicious. Whatever the punishment, it will be too good for him.

Bucky is torn up. Coming home from war has left him sensitive to certain aggressions, and he often feels things too keenly. Takes things too personally. “No means no,” he says, voice thick, faced press into Tony’s neck as he holds him. “Why don’t people listen? No means no.”

“We know that. They know that too. They just don’t care, baby. We’ll see Pete tomorrow and find out how he’s doing.”

Bucky lifts his head. His eyes are cloudy and distant “Tell me again how he roughed up Toomes.”

“With pleasure,” Tony purrs. “He’s so goddamn petite, but his hiding some serious muscles under that uniform. God, it had me worked up, the way he knocked Toomes’s legs apart. The snap of the cuffs. When we get out of here, snowflake, we need to invest in a pair of those.”

Bucky snorts, but he looks pleased.

Part of Tony worried that Peter wouldn’t come in for his shift. He wouldn’t blame the kid; he’d almost been assaulted on the job. The guards had it tough. If it wasn’t sexual harassment, it was physical intimidation—the latter of which Tony himself had been guilty of. But he shouldn’t have underestimated their boy.

“Good evening, gentlemen,” Peter says shyly. He’s got his hands on his narrow hips, but Tony knows that those fingers are long enough to wrap all the way around a man’s wrist, wrenching it back.

“How are you?” Bucky asks when Peter comes by.

Peter smiles, soft and gentle. “I’m okay, Bucky. How are you?”

“Better, now that I’ve seen your handsome face.”

Peter blushes, so susceptible to Bucky’s lines. Then he turns his eyes to Tony, and they grow colder. He barely nods recognition before strutting away. Tony can’t even appreciate the way the tight pants hug his ass, because he’s too busy with his mouth agape, jerking a thumb at the boy’s back and asking Bucky, “What did I do?”

-

That night they are waiting up for Peter the first time he makes his rounds. They decide to sit on the floor so as to be as non-threatening as possible (Peter went through a fucking ordeal yesterday, and they aren’t looking to add to his stress), Tony with his back against the edge of the cot and Bucky propped up against the wall, one foot flat on the floor and the other tickling Tony’s thighs. Yes, the bunks are that small.

As soon as Peter’s light shines in, Bucky calls for him gently.

Carefully, he steps into the room, shining the light towards the ceiling to cast a glow over all of them. His face is somber, but he smiles.

“Hey Bucky. What do you need?”

Bucky doesn’t beat around the bush. “We want to know if you’re really okay. Tony told me about Toomes. That guy’s a fucking piece of work. Hope some guys up on B Block crack his skull in—won’t be no skin off society’s nose.”

Peter shakes his head. “That’s not a good way to talk. That’s not justice. I’m doing fine—Toomes wasn’t hard to subdue.”

“You handled him like a pro,” Tony adds.

Peter’s look frosts over. “Like a police officer, yes. No thanks to you.”

Tony groans. “Is that why you’re mad at me? Because I wouldn’t go press the button for you, baby?”

“Don’t call me that. And yes. I thought we were—” Peter doesn’t finish. He blushes, obviously knowing how silly that sentence sounds: a CO being friends with an inmate. But it cuts Tony all the same, and Bucky’s look across the room is murderous.

“You didn’t try to get help? What the fuck, Tony.” His foot lashes out and catches Tony in the shin, and fuck that stings!

“I’m not a snitch,” Tony snaps.

“Look, I’ll leave you both to this—”

“I was going to handle it if Peter couldn’t—I was going to kill that son of a bitch. That’s how things work in here, you know that Bucky. This isn’t the military. There’s no honor or morals. There’s just rules, and the number one rule is no snitching. If there’s a problem, we handle it this way.”

Peter swallows. “Tony—you can’t just say that. I can’t—I’ve got to tell somebody that you said that, I think.”

“This place doesn’t have honor, but we do,” Bucky growls. “Or at least, I thought you did.”

“You know I’d have killed for him,” Tony says through his teeth. “Just like how I’d kill for you—”

“Would you fucking stop it?” Peter hisses. It’s like a bucket of cold water dumped over them to hear him curse. His grip has gone white on his flashlight he’s so tense, lips pressed into a thin, furious line. “Why are you two doing this? Is it—is this just to, to fuck with me? I don’t get it, I—”

All the anger seeps out of him. He looks lost, tortured. Both of the angry men in front of him soften. What is it about this boy that melts them like wax under flame? Bucky shuffles up onto his knees, looking with his long hair like some knight from an old medieval story, begging for forgiveness of his fair lady.

“Pete, we didn’t mean to come on so strong. Please—will you sit for a bit?”

Peter glances back at the floor. It is dark and mostly quiet, some laughter coming from a cell further down the line. “I shouldn’t,” he says. “I need to do my job.”

“We won’t keep you here, if you want to leave. We aren’t like Toomes. But if you’re willing, we’d like to talk. Work this out.”

Looking torn, Peter sits. Tony and Bucky flank him, but the boy doesn’t look threatened in the slightest, just hunches himself over to rest his elbows on his knees. “Okay. Go ahead and talk,” he says.

“Bucky and I are together.”

Peter snorts. “I got that when I saw him sucking you off.”

Tony blinks. “Oh. Well that happens in here every now and again—some men will do anything in here for company, even if they don’t really swing that way on the outside. But Bucky and I—we’re pretty in love.”

“Yeah,” says Bucky. “He’s dumb. But I love him.”

Peter laughs a little. “Okay. Yeah. So you two are together.”

“We’re polyamorous,” Tony admits. “That means we have a lot of love to give and aren’t unopposed to giving it to multiple people at once. Bucky here, he’s got a boyfriend down the line, Steve—you know Steve?”

“I know Mr. Rogers. He seems nice.”

“He’s real nice,” Bucky smirks. “Our point here is that up until now, we’ve had passing flings with other people, but we’ve never shared anyone. We’ve never wanted to share anyone—until you. And now it’s like our stupidity has squared itself, because we both are falling over ourselves to try to attract you.”

He’s glad he’s letting Bucky take the lead. Tony might have a way with words, but Bucky absolutely has tact and softness that Tony can’t muster up in his wildest dreams. Peter is sitting between them looking red-faced but thoughtful. “So, what? You guys both want to date me?”

“We can’t exactly set up a table with a cloth and wine and dine you, princess,” Tony says. He tries to stay soft and honest, because his mother always used to say that honesty is the best policy. Peter looks like the kind of kid who would appreciate that. “As unfortunate as that is. I’ve got five months left on my sentence, and Bucky has almost double that. And as—what is it Bucky? Thirsty?—as thirsty as we both are, we understand that you wouldn’t want to put your job in jeopardy.”

Peter looks relieved by their admission. “I don’t really know how I feel, to be honest. You’re both—wow, you’re both really hot. Duh. But I don’t know you. Maybe I could get to know you? A little at a time? And once you’re out Tony, if I’m not seeing anyone, we could go out? There’s…” Peter swallows. “There’s definitely chemistry here.”

“Yeah, kid, I feel that,” Tony says.

“We don’t want to pressure you,” Bucky emphasizes, shooting Tony a look overhead that says keep it in your pants. They’ve been seeing each other in here long enough to have reached the telepathic portion of their relationship, thanks. “You’re already promising more than we could have hoped for. And we really appreciate you sitting down and talking things out with us. That’s never easy, doll.”

The younger man blushes prettily, shrugging. He stands. “I really should get back to work.”

“Okay, kid. Whatever you need to do,” Tony agrees. He shifts, hard in his sweatpants, the proximity to his lover and his maybe, possibly, someday lover has sweat beading at the nape of his neck and his imagination running wild. Peter’s eyes track his movements and then fall to his lap.

He licks his lips.

Honest to god.

“I—wait for me. Just—” Peter disappears, flashlight bobbing as he continues down the line. They can hear him popping his head in to a cell further down and telling the guys to please be respectful of the other inmates, thanks!

“Buck,” Tony groans. They smash together with no finesse, both of them stressed and horny from their confrontation with Peter. They taste like mint toothpaste they used before lights out, and Tony licks into the younger man’s mouth unabashedly, sucking on his tongue, licking at his teeth. “God, I need you,” he whispers.

“Take me,” Bucky urges. “Come on, baby. Take me.”

They shed clothes like they’re on fire. Tony folds Bucky’s legs up—for a large guy, he’s surprisingly nimble—and lowers his mouth to Bucky’s ass, licking a hot stripe over his hole and to his balls. He hears the hiss above him, the groan muffled by a fist in his mouth. Not for the first time, Tony hates prison. He hates that they have to be quiet, that they can’t let themselves go and love each other properly, just hushed romps like this in the middle of the night.

“What do you think he meant?” Bucky pants, fingers clenching on Tony’s hair. “Wait for me?”

There is a whispered groan from the doorway. They both turn to see Peter there, leaning against the bars, eyes heavy. “I meant wait, but I get it. God, I get it. You’re both so, wow, god.”

“He’s eloquent,” Tony says. They shift on instinct, turning so as to give Peter a better view. He turns off his flashlight and it takes time for their eyes to adjust to the darkness. Peter stands with his back to the wall, hands clasped behind his back like he’s in handcuffs.

“I can’t—I can’t do anything,” Peter pants. “But I could watch. If you wanted me to.”

“Do you want to?” Bucky asks.

“God yes,” Peter breaths, voice high. One hand palms at his crotch. His uniform has him blending in to the darkness, but they can guess what he’s doing, and fuck that turns Tony on, like there’s fire in his blood. He goes back to eating Bucky’s ass, pressing a thumb against the rim to hold him open so he can slip his tongue inside.

“Jesus, Tony,” Bucky says. “Fuck me. Just fuck me, come on.”

Tony is in full agreement. It’s too much; they’re all too worked up. The sounds from Bucky, the sounds from Peter, the taste of his lover in his mouth—his cock feels fit to burst as he pulls it from his sweats. He doesn’t dare pump it for fear of blowing his load right away. God this isn’t going to be the best performance to share with their new love, but he hopes that Peter can forgive him if he comes off as a three-pump-chump.

He presses in slow. Bucky is still soft and pliant from their fucking the night before, and there’s no discomfort on his lover’s face even when he bottoms out. Bucky’s legs wrap around him and he urges Tony forward with his heels and voice: “Come on, baby. Fuck me. Give it to me. Put on a show.”

Tony knows just how Bucky likes it. There’s no holding back, just the brutal thrusting of his hips that has Bucky giving off choked noises, one hand pressed firmly over his mouth and the other scrabbling at the sheet on the cot. It only takes a moment for Tony to glance over and see Peter, hand flashing in the darkness as he jerks his own cock through his dress blues, and Tony is mounting the crest, balls contracting, stomach tensing.

Bucky blows first, untouched. Tony barely gets a fist around him when he realizes what’s happening, pumping furiously to help his lover through it. Then he is there himself, grip maybe too tight around Bucky’s cock, hips snapping desperately while he blows his load. It feels like it lasts forever. Was over so, so quick.

Even when they’re done, panting, sandwiched together, they hear Peter: breathy little whines from across the room. He stops jerking himself off when they stop lazily and lovingly grinding their hips together, but it’s obvious by the unconscious swaying of his hips that he didn’t cum.

“Take care of him,” Bucky mutters, pressing a kiss to Tony’s sweaty temple. “Get on your knees for him.”

“Yes,” Tony gasps. His cock slips free of Bucky, still tingling pleasantly. He walks on his knees the few feet it takes to be at Peter’s feet, staring up at his tortured expression.

“I can’t,” Peter gasps. “I can’t do anything. That’d be wrong—”

“Then don’t do anything, Officer,” Tony purrs. He reaches a hand up and rubs at Peter’s cock. The kid keens softly, thrusting his hips out even as he grips uselessly at the wall. He’s desperate for relief, desperate to get away. Tony bats his eyes, though no one can see in the dark. “Let me do the work, sir. Please?”

Peter swallows hard. He nods frantically, and that’s all Tony needs to undo Peter’s belt, wrench down his dress slacks and boxers. He doesn’t even get a good look at the kid’s cock, just swallows him down. It’s a nice mouthful, and he has to work to get the last inch or so, taking the head just into his throat. “I’m—I don’t want to hurt you,” Peter gasps.

Tony swallows.

Peter cums. Tony barely manages to pull back, desperate to taste him on his tongue. One hand comes up to work at Peter’s twitching cock, the other cradling his balls to help prolong his pleasure. The kid sounds like he’s never cum before in his life, hands gripping at the concrete wall, giving tiny aborted thrusts, mouth open and panting.

“Thank you, Officer,” Tony says, voice a little distorted from deep-throating. Peter slumps down the wall, knees shaking, until they’re kneeling across from each other. Tony can’t help it, he laughs a little. “You didn’t need to be worried about hurting me, baby. That wasn’t my first blowjob.”

It’s Peter’s turn to chuckle. “I did have good reason to be worried.” He cuts himself off, like there was more he was going to say, but stopped himself.

“What is it, doll?” Bucky asks. He’s lounging on the bed, watching them with lazy, sated eyes. He’s so fucking handsome, Tony crawls across the floor to kiss him and press the last of Peter’s cum into his mouth. The other man moans appreciatively.

“It’s kind of a crazy story,” Peter admits.

“We know a thing or two about crazy,” Tony says. “Try us.”

Peter’s clenches his hands together tightly. “It’s weird, actually. It has to do with a spider.”

Bucky and Tony share a glance, equal parts confused and amused. Tony settles in, leaning his head to rest on the cot beside Bucky. “Go on then,” he says. “We’re listening.”

-

Tag list: @crown-filth

[angel-bazethiel]

AAAA hello @vadeofspades thanks for tagging me in a tag game. i filled it last night but forgot to post it and i got distracted aight ✊🥴

name/nickname: baze

gender: non-binary :^)

star sign: taurus sun, virgo moon, libra rising

height: *sighs* 155 cm

time: as i was typing this, it's 1:33 AM. now i as i post, it's 2:45 PM

birthday: april 25 heh

favorite bands: fall out boy, burnout syndromes, spyair, muni-muni, ben&ben

favorite solo artists: sleeping at last, panic! at the disco

song stuck in my head: uhh the Liyue background music of genshin impact LMAO even in my dreams, i can hear it sksskjsjssj

last movie: the truman show

last show: uhhh do stageplays count? it's a "show" right? hahahahuhu in that case, it's the 7th haisute (tokyo match). can't remember the last tv show i've watched heh. i think it was american gods??????

when did i create this blog: 2014 LMAO. this blog has been through a lot.

what do i post: mostly just reblogs. i sometimes share some of my own fan content or just some musings idk

last thing i googled: i don't google. pls use duckduckgo thank. the last thing i searched for was "how to root android version 10"

other blogs: none

do i get asks: hmm not really

why did i choose this url: long story short, it was supposed to be a character from an angels-and-demons-urban-fantasy novel i planned to write when i was young and unafraid. also, my last url sucked so i changed it

following: 900+ last time i checked? i'm a collector okay?? eyyy

followers: i'd rather not say ;^)

average hours of sleep: 3-5

lucky number: right now? i feel like it's 20 HAHAHA (bc i got Hu Tao in just 20 rolls while my frens have spent more than 50 now but still no Hu Tao and now everyone hates me and I AM LOVING IT)

instruments: i used to play drums and piano but eh

what am i wearing: a we bare bears PJs hehehehe

dream job: oh how i wish to just become a professional gamer now 😩 i also used to want to become an astronaut but idk

dream trip: japan. i really want to country hop around asia and europe tbh. outer space.

favorite food: pork adobo hnnnn

favorite song: oras by muni-muni

last book read: oh no. idk man hhhhh

three fictional universes you’d like to live in: anything that's urban fantasy tbh hhhh (riordanverse? the magicians? artemis fowl?) and genshin impact! (really. for a free game, its world is surprisingly so fleshed out hhhhh). yeah.

tagging: anyone who wants to do it i guess

[electricloue]

10 music recommendations you’ve been listening to recently

I was tagged by @softboylwt thank you darling ✨

COIN - they’ve indie pop/rock songs with 80′s vibes, their three albums are amazing, in particular i love the last one. 

Green Day - im a big fan sorryyy we all know them but just in case if you haven’t listen their last album “Father of all” you must do it :)

Ruel - okay, this guy has the most beautiful voice!! (some people think he is the twin of Shawn Mendes lol it’s not...) much poppy music and i recommend go to yt to start listening because his videos are incredible. 

Zepet - this one is from Argentina (my country), he sings in english and has an alternative style so pretty... yeah

The Zombies - thanks @ harry for adding them in the playlist for zane. A while ago I had a phase where I only listened old music like The Beatles, Abba, Prince so... the zombies with their wonderful lyrics just catch me.

JOJI - all know who he is or...? if your answer is no, he was a youtuber and now is the best singer in this planet (i love him so much) and i don’t know who to define his music... is like a mix of r&b, hip-hop and pop (?

Greyson Chance - my baby boo, he deserves more fans so go to love him! His second album Portraits has a lot of catchy stuff, my favourite song is white roses, go listen pls!

All Time Low - we know who they are but his last album is my favourite in this quarentine, so they deserved to be mentioned.

Red Hearse - i don’t know so much about the members but is a project from jack antonoff, who co-produced for lorde, taylor, lana and the soundtrack of love, simon so... is really good and the album of this band is something like experimental pop 

Wrabel - more pop sorry!! the lyrics in his songs just wow... he can make me cry

Tags: @toenialls @ot5core @littlelittlelarrie and anyone who wants to do it (as always feel free to ignore this)

[90sbokuto]

ー “ rules ”

ー intro

please understand that this is just a hobby of mine and i have every right to deny a request ! 

feel free to send things to my askbox!! i’m always down to talk to anyone about ANYTHING so pls, don’t hesitate 

i reply to thirsts under the tag 🍒.thirsts ( all tags here )

thirsts are ALWAYS welcome as requests and in my askbox 

i’m getting ready to move so please be patient if i don’t have time to write an imagine or request !! i promise i’ll try my hardest to get back to you! 

i mostly post saturdays and tuesdays!

please don’t repost my stuff or copy and paste , i work really hard on it and it is authentic :,)

ー requests

for headcanons or one-shots ! 

- include the character(s) you’d like 

- if you want a gender specific req please tell me , otherwise it will be [ insert person here x fem!reader ]

- specify which one you’d like

- please be specific!

- i’ll do 3-4 characters in one headcanon !! 

- i am beginning to write nsfw ! feel free to req it!

for pairings/matchups !

- little heads up! my friends and i do matchups on @seasonedshoto​ so if these reqs are closed, feel free to hop over there and send in one! 

- send in a description of yourself

- please specify which anime , if i don’t know i’ll just pair you with a character that i think suits you best

- please specify your sexuality (this is a safe space for everyone !) 

- (if you choose a mha pairing) please be specific about whether you’d want to be with a pro-hero, villain or student

- please include your age , so i do not pair you with someone that’s not legal 

- if you need a template , here are some things to include 

          what you look like ( this doesn’t necessarily have effect of who you end up , i take in consideration the other things mostly ! )

          what you look for in a partner

          personality

          interests 

          hobbies

          fun facts

- any warnings (e.g. trigger warnings or nsfw content) will be put before a fic. I will add a keep reading link as well! (check my no-no box for more)

ー what i write

    - fluff

    - smut (be warned that i will roast you if you ask for endeavor smut, stg, i will)

    - imagines

    - prompts

    - headcanons

    - one shots

    - drabbles

    - scenarios

    - songfics !!

ー who i write

 basically anyone besides

- endeavor

- mineta

ー i will not write 

    - ddlg

   - underage characters

    - racism

    - noncon

    - scat/piss

    - eating disorders

    - mental illness

    - anything i don’t generally relate to, (e.g. foreign!reader or latinx!reader)

thanks for reading and have fun !!

updated : december 20 , 2020

[count-lucios-bitch]

Rowan, the lil babe, has gone on what they are calling a "spooktastic adventure" and will not be returning to Vesuvia until two weeks after Halloween ends. Their journey began yesterday (they haven't technically left vesuvia yet, they wanted to wander the forest for a day before heading to the docks and sailing to foreign places). They plan to send Lucio a letter every day. Here is today's letter.

They're fairly embarrassed by their handwriting and tried very hard to keep it neat please be nice to them.

They will also be sending photos of their adventures, as soon as they actually head out. The boat leaves tomorrow night, and they said that anyone who wants to come along is welcome to join them.

They are jokingly calling their daily letters "letters to Lucio" which, for some reason, they find hysterical.

They are very very excited for the adventure that awaits them, and the new friends they could possibly make on the journey.

(Yo if anyone's apprentices want to hop into this be my guest. It's basically just writing daily letters to your apprentice's LI and drawing some pictures of them doing fun things in different places, sometimes doing the things with other apprentices. If you do end up joining in, pls tag me in your posts and add the tag "spooktastic adventures" so that I can find it because I want to read them! All of these posts (of mine) will have the same tag, plus "letters to Lucio" and "rowan's trip" if you ever want to see them.)

(Feel free to send asks directed at Rowan, I will answer them in character. They would love to tell you about their spooky adventures around the world)