#even though his nickname. is blondie.

[crows-of-buckets]

Anders doodle that I could have put more effort into but I got lazy :P

Anyways this specifically is meant to take place after he patches up Hawke after the Arishok fight. I was writing it last night and went "hm I should draw that"

Bonus, shitty sketch I did at 2am when I had this idea and the writing segment that inspired it. It's so funny I talk about my writing a lot but I never share it cause it scares me lmao

[jpnriikicore]

── oh, my good looking boy

paring paul aron x fem!reader, word count 596, genre fluff, ( masterlist )

the morning sun peeked through the sheer curtains casting an angelic haze in your shared hotel room. the mishaps of forgetting that the balcony door is open letting the curtains dance in the light breeze. children’s laughter as they kick around a ball in a fun-hearted game just across the street.

hair sprawled across the pillowcase. your elbow digging into the plush mattress underneath you propping yourself up. you took the chance to admire your boyfriend something that you don’t get the chance to do often. normally, either you're rushing or he’s rushing not getting a mellow moment. even at times, the other side of the bed is empty and cold when you don’t share hotel rooms or he doesn’t sneak into your hotel room late at night. usually, in the paddock, it’s fleeting glances and very minimal grazes. by this point, you’ve memorized every single part of his features even with the short amount of time that you have to do so.

he lays on his back with his arms underneath his pillow. his blond hair unruly and disheveled. he gained the new nickname "blondie" after a few dates and refuses to reference him as another thing else. your nail lightly grazing on his skin connecting the light freckles that scattered across his back.

you raised your body sitting on the edge of the bed. your fingers fiddling with the buttons to slowly unbutton his shirt that you wore to bed last night to discard to take a shower and get ready for your spontaneous plans.

behind you, the blond shifts underneath the sheets. a frown appears on his lips as he feels disappointed that you're not cuddled up right beside him. normally, when he wakes up your pressed right against him almost entirely on top of him even though you’ve fallen asleep on your respectful side on the bed. his eyes fluttered open attempting to adjust to the sunlight beaming in. though he couldn’t see your face. he is only visible to your unruly hair and his oversized shirt slipping off your shoulders he found you incredibly pretty.

his gaze held so much love and fondness that it would terrify someone who wasn’t sure that he was the one but to you. you knew he was one when they first met eight years ago whilst karting around italy that he was the one that you wanted to marry. now, you never put any thought into your perfect wedding until the first time you saw him smile with sun-kissed skin and rosy cheeks.

you aren’t fond of the tan lines on your arms and thighs, but he was. you got offered a solution by him yesterday morning of just basking in the sun naked on the balcony, but you talked yourself out of that. you always sweet-talked yourself out of situations. you were particularly good at that and though it was quite annoying at times. it’s a quality that he loves.

oh, how he missed so dearly how your freckles adorned your sun-kissed skin that scattered across your slight reddened cheeks due to spending time on the boat more recently during his short period of a break. he missed adoring them in the colder months.

he lifted on his elbow gently moving your hair to the side to press a kiss on the back of your neck which was already littered with love marks from last night's activities that you had a slim chance of actually covering. he pulled you back into his warm arms and underneath the sheets once again.

© JPNRIIKICORE, 2024

[tboybuck]

the charming of steve goddamned harrington, as told by jeff

written for @steddiemicrofic prompt: ‘charm’ | wc: 548 | rated: g | cw: none, outsider pov

to say that jeff has known eddie all their lives would not be an exaggeration or an overstatement. one of jeff's earliest memories is his fifth birthday party- a cookout with his parents and his sister and the boy who lived in the house across the street.

he didn't even know eddie's name at the time, he just remembers the way the boy, a year or two older than himself, had pressed a finger to his mouth in a shh kind of gesture as he tore off chunks of his blackened hot dog to feed to the ancient yellow lab curled up under the picnic table in the back yard.

and now, more than a decade later, jeff is still watching in awe as eddie quietly slips treats to the object of his affection. except this time the treats aren't blackened hot dog bits- they're smiles. and the object of eddie's affection isn't a geriatric yellow labrador anymore- it's ex king of hawkins high steve goddamned harrington.

and the thing is... steve is reciprocating. he's smiling back, his face a little pink at the edges. he's laughing at all of eddie's bad jokes- actually laughing, too, like he’s charmed by him

these two idiots are gone on each other, and jeff doesn't even think they realize it. they definitely don't realize whatever feelings they're nursing are being reciprocated; if they did jeff's sure he would have heard about it before now. he and eddie don't hide things from each other and they never really have.

whatever this is, it must be new. maybe they're sneaking around together, getting their bearings before telling their friends. maybe they're both just crushing and skirting around the elephant in the room. jeff sincerely hopes it's the former; he's not sure how much moping and pining he can take from eddie before he's just gonna have to snap and lock them in a closet together until they come strolling out covered in hickeys.

gareth and grant are noticing the tension between eddie and steve tonight too. grant's good at subtlety, but gareth wears his suspicion in the hard set to his mouth and the crease between his brows. after what happened with jason during spring break, gareth's hackles are up around anyone that's not one of theirs, and with good reason. steve, though... jeff's got an inkling that steve might be more like them than he lets on.

so maybe steve is more of a blondie guy than a black sabbath guy. so what? eddie will see to that soon enough. jeff is absolutely certain of it.

jeff has known eddie all his life. this tension with steve is absolutely going to snap eventually, and jeff cannot wait to tell his best friend that he's seen it coming. he can't wait to tease him for all these lovesick gazes and those lingering touches and the bad jokes and the absolutely outrageous nicknames (big boy, ed? c'mon, man.).

until then, jeff is so content to just watch this unfold. he's taking notes. maybe someday, when the world gets its shit together, he can stand up as eddie's best man and rib him about this in front of all their family and friends.

eddie deserves that almost as much as he deserves steve goddamned harrington.

[thefandomdirtymind]

Shiny offering

OPLA - Vinsmoke Sanji

Sanji Series - NSFW The small favor

A/N IMPORTANT: I am the little weirdo who's like crows and though that a pirate with a crow would be really cool. So, I'm really sorry if you're scare of bird, but I hope you will find the story funny because I have a lot of fun with it and my new obsession for this man.

* English is not my first language, I tried really hard to correct myself but, I hope you will excuse me if some mistakes are still there.  

If you enjoy my story please let me know.

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Sanji never had a particular interest in birds. At least not living ones. Once featherless, beheaded and ready to be cooked. He, of course, has a lot of thoughts and recipes about how to prepare them, each idea more delicious than the other. 

But, as the Crow expanded his wings and flew above him for the fifth time that day. He started to wonder if the black bird meat would taste more like chicken and then, be better in a rotisserie kind of dish, or would it be surprisingly more delicate, like the duck. 

A mystery he would probably never know even if he could. Or if he did, not with this precise bird. Because, even if the blond never had a thought about the feathered animal, he has a lot of interest in you and, as irritating as it is, your crow seems to dislike him as much as Zoro does. 

He didn’t attack him directly of course, you would never let this happen. 

Yet, if Sanji is too close to you when you're all on the deck or if you share a moment alone with the cook. The damn winged dinosaur never missed a beat stealing his, lite or not, cigarette that was in his hand or between his lips.

The bird has often even tried to take his ring, but, to this day, never succeeded. However his favorite target was his blonde hair. Golden straw that he could pick few at the time between his beck before flying away as quickly as he could. 

Everytime, as you tried without success to not laugh. Biting your lips in that charming way he liked so much. You assure him that Deimos didn’t really hate him, he was  just a little bit too protective or attracted to the shiny thing on his person. Like humans he needs time to adjust to new people. 

“ I understand Madam, but I don’t see stealing Zoro shinny earring neither and that be a show I would love to see “ He once replied, trying to repress the bitterness in his tone, massaging the sore spot on his head where Deimos had took three of his hair.

“Well, Zoro didn’t have hair similar to pretty rays of sunshine, that’s for sure and I honestly don’t know, they seem to already be best buddy that kinda funny “ You said, your gaze fixed on the strange duo that was Zoro and your pet, napping in a hammock between two Tangerine trees. 

“ That because they have something in common, they both hate me that’s why” 

“ You know, Crows love to collect things who shine and offer them to their partner or their favorite human. Once a crow trusts you, he or his children never forget you, they have a memory that they extend to their children for generations and they will always return to you. It’s amazing”  

“ Then Madam it seem that I will be hate for generation “       

It has been almost five months now that you were a member of the crew and the relentless animal didn’t stop. Although, Sanji couldn’t forget that conversation that you had about those damn birds offering shining things to the person they affectionate. The way you smiled, the gleam in your eyes as if you were sharing that fun fact like if it was a romantic story. Even if it was an anodin moment, he couldn’t forget how perfect you were. Relax, your arm crossed on the railing of the upper deck in the soft light of the morning. 

It wasn’t a secret that the blondie fell for you at the minute that he saw you. He had tried to flirt as much as he could, challenged your taste buds by making you his best dishes and even switched his generic “Madam” for a warmer nickname “ mon coeur”. A sweet name he uses, usually as often as he calls himself the Best Cook of the East blue. 

“ Mon coeur, do you want a kind of food in particular for supper ?” 

“ Be careful Mon coeur, the tea is hot” 

“ You see Mon coeur, one day I will see the All Blue and I will explore it with you ”  

But, nothing had seemed to enlighten your comprehension about his intention. Of course, a more direct approach would give him an immediate answer, still, like in his cooking, Sanji liked a more slow and progressive approche.

It was when thinking about his next move that the strange event occurred.

Busy in the kitchen, peeling potatoes for his famous beef stew, the man suddenly heard a metallic noise, like a utensil falling on the floor. As a chef, it wasn't uncommon, but since he was alone in the room and all his instruments were in front of him, it was indeed, really strange. It was only after his gaze had scanned the room that he finally saw it. 

Perched on the side of the table, under the open window, the dark bird, a spoon in his beck, was watching the floor where a solitary fork was laying.

“ Oh no sir, this place is my domain you will not ruin it, get out” He exclaimed, not without thinking of how ridiculous he must look, talking at this bird like if he was a rude client of the Baratie.

For answer, Deimos only croak once, jumps between two potatoes just in front of him, turns his onyx head on the side and then, under the blue glare of the men, drops the polished spoon. 

The eating tool in itself wasn’t really special, unless the fact that it had been lost two weeks ago, along the fallen fork of course.   

“ Oh so now you steal my utensil. My hair and my smoke wasn’t enough ?” Sanji sighs before reaching for the discarded silver instrument. 

For answer, the crow slowly approached his head to the metallic object and started to admire his own smaller reflection before taking his fly, exiting the kitchen.

Coming back after less than five minutes later, this time with a shimmering shell and one of Nami small hair clips. Same as the spoon, he gently drops them in front of the blonde man, tilling his head, like he is waiting for something.

Like said before, Sanji never had a soft spot for birds, but he had a fond memory of that conversation with you about the way they express their affection. So, little by little, as he watched one by one the glittery, polish, shimmery stuff your crow just bought him, two realizations struck him. First, the damn feathers dinosaur has finally taken a liking for him and second he finally knew how to show you how dear you are in his eyes. 

“ Well, I almost regret now that I imagine you many times in my oven. I admit that you don't seem that bad alive now…thank you” Sanji smiled, putting the stew on the stove, letting it cook and before starting collecting the item for his new plan.   

It was only a long time after dinner that he could put his said plan in action. With a little help from his now winged friend.

As the Going Merry was lazily crossing the water, Sanji was still again in the kitchen, preparing diverse elements. To citrus marinade for supper the next day, to dry leaf for future recipes.  

Nevertheless, he was ready when the flap of the wing followed by footsteps could be heard near his area.  

Deimos was the first to enter the kitchen, taking his now usual place in the left corner of the kitchen island, your bracelet still on his beck. Close by a few steps, you enter at his pursuit, stopping only when you seen the strange show that was the gorgeous chef ,slowly busy pressing a lemon and your large pet, sharing the same space without apparent bickering.

“ Hi Sanji, sorry to barge in there like that. Deimos feels apparently playful today, he stole my bracelet. But look at you both, you finally bound as I can see” You joyfully said, taking a seat in front of the kitchen island. 

“ Hello Mon coeur, well as you can see we came to an arrangement if I can call it that. " Sanji replied, pulling an almond from his pocket and giving it to the bird as he rescued your bracelet “ But I’m grateful that he bring you here now, I also had something for you, a special dessert”  

Turning his back from you for a minute, missing the long glance you give to his perfect ass in his tailored pants, you smile. You weren't stupid, in fact, you were particularly smart. Even if you didn’t understand why Usopp had taken a habit of joking about the fact that you seem blind to love. 

You had noticed the blonde chef the first day on this boat and since then, had developpe what Nami had called a “crush” on him. What’s not love about him ? You like the way he calls you Mon coeur making yours fluster, the way his smile reaches his eyes every time he talks about food and of course the fact that he was always so kind with you. But never you would push those thoughts on him, no, it seems that all his love was for food and as long as you live you will respect that.

The first thing you saw after the blondie had put the bowl in front of you was the beauty of the presentation. Served in a plain white bowl, a delicate pale lilac ice cream was piled, decorated with colorful berries that automatically make your mouth water.

However it wasn’t the berries who’s most caught your eyes. Coating there the side of a raspberry, there in a few pieces the side of the cold cream, there floating lazily like if it were on a river, small gold flakes was highlighting the sweet, giving it the allure of a masterpiece. 

“ Homemade lavender ice cream with berries assorted with flakes of edible gold “ Sanji proudly present, your favorite smile on his lips. “ I had the idea when we were talking about crows and their habit of giving their partner or…favorite person…shiny things” He lied. Never would he admit to you that your bird, trying to fancy him, gave him the idea.  Never on his chef corpse.

“ Sanji, that’s almost too beautiful to eat. The colors, the sweet smell , the…glittery gold” You admiratively said, your joy suddenly catching up with the realization of what he had just said. 

You were his favorite person. 

Lifting at the same time your gaze and the spoon, you take a small amount of the ice cream and taste his declaration of love. 

Just like him it was amazing. Sweet, refreshing and addictive. 

“ So...is that to your liking ? “ He inquired after a small moment, unsure if you taken your time to enjoy the dessert or trying to find a delicate way to put him down. 

“ It’s the best thing I ever tasted, here take a bite “ You offer, lifting the silverware at the level of his mouth. 

Taking your offering, your gaze lock on each other, you both couldn’t repress your smile as he let slip the head of the spoon out of his mouth. 

“ Definitely one of my be…” He couldn’t finish. 

His tie caught on your fist, his torso inclined and supported by his strong arms above the kitchen island. Your cold lips had suddenly crashed against his, taking him off guard and at the same time his breath away. 

Sanji, still ,quickly catch up. Adjusting his position to support the back of your head with one of his hands. He slightly brushes his tongues against your sugary lips, savoring them like a peculiar delicacy. But, as your tongue met, exploring and dancing against each other in a french ritual. He became more and more greedy of your lips, throwing away his usual self control at the first hearing of your panting breath. 

Still trapped in the warm embrace of his lips, enjoying the contrast of his warm tongue against your ice cream cold one, you suddenly heard a groan pronounced by none of you. 

“ Great, now the waiter will stop looking like a love sick puppy. But did you really have to expose us to that ?”

Breaking the kiss, you gave a glance at the door where Zoro, his arm crossed on his chest, was rolling his eyes, clearly already done with both of you. 

Biting your lips of embarrassment you still couldn’t prevented, neither Sanji at it seem, to smile. 

“ Nevermind. Come on black chicken “ He calls your bird, who, now used to it ,goes perch himself on one of his shoulders. Before quitting the doorframe to disappear into the ship “ I have to clean my blade and I know they are not clean enough until you watch your reflection in it. “ 

Laughing at the incongruous friendship of the Swordsman and your pet. You returned your attention to Sanji, another tea spoon of ice cream in his hand.

“I’m sorry” You apologize, still laughing. 

“ No need to be embarrassed Mon coeur “ He smile, regaining as it seem, his composure

“ No, I mean, now I don’t know what I prefer between the dessert or your kisses “ 

Taken aback, Sanji slowly smiles, deposing a small kiss on your lips. 

“ Then why not enjoy them both together…I will gladly supply it every time you ask for it”

Smiling you then proceeded to enjoy the delicious cold dessert and the body warm contrast for the rest of the day and more.  

Bonus : 

Not that Sanji was ashamed to tell you, no. But, even after a year after the event of the offering silverware et other shiny knick-knacks.

He still had, hide behind a pile of pots, the many items brought to him, along the years, by Deimos. Because, even after all this, he was still the reason why you were finally in his arms at night and yes, he had to admit it, he had kind of come to like it, that damn bird. 

[tenjikyu]

𝘮𝘦𝘥𝘥𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 - 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘵𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘤.

౨ৎ ⋆｡˚ comedy, fluff and all things happy! reader and baji are twins and basically fight over chifuyu (who 100% has a fat crush on you)

❤︎ growing up, you and your twin brother keisuke shared almost everything.

❤︎ birthdays, bedrooms, toys and even friend groups! you and baji were inseparable and jumped at the chance to help eachother out when either of you needed it.

❤︎ so you’d never expect that the first thing they argued over would be a boy by the name of chifuyu matsuno.

❤︎ the day keisuke came home with the blonde in tow, you were out sick with a flu. you were peacefully chilling on the lounge, watching a movie when he barged in and asked his mother where the yakisoba was in the fridge.

❤︎ chifuyu had seen you around school already, despite it only being your first week there. you were popular almost instantly, girls and guys alike drawn to your eccentric aura and personality.

❤︎ chifuyu couldn’t deny the fact he wanted to get to know you better. he saw how you acted gently with the elderly and scolded any young kids tormenting others. he thought you were cool.

❤︎ so imagine his surprise when he saw you bundled up on the couch of his most respected.

❤︎ you FREAKED, to put it gently.

❤︎ you looked like total shit! you were nasally and in your stinky pjs that you had been sick in for the past 2 days! all the while in front of one of the most influential kids in the SCHOOL.

❤︎ chifuyu noticed your stiffened posture, and quickly offered you a gentle wave before going to follow keisuke.

❤︎ and from that day onward, blondie (your loving nickname for him) was a semi permanent addition to your household.

❤︎ he would come over almost everyday, greeting you and making conversation often. you would talk back, laugh and joke about baji together (well, it’s mostly you making fun of your brother, him throwing shit at you whilst chifuyu awkwardly giggles to himself).

❤︎ but, after almost 2 months of only really talking to him through your brother, you began to crave seeing him more often.

❤︎ why? you had no idea. all you knew is you started missing him more often, joking to keisuke about forcing him to stay the night in hopes he actually would.

❤︎ in the end though, he’d always return to his apartment a few floors down, insisting it’s no trouble making it back home.

❤︎ so, as any baji descendant would, you decided you’d take him by force.

❤︎ the weekend arrived, keisuke and chifuyu met up to go to the mall together, and once they made it you striked.

❤︎ you charged AND I MEAN CHARGED at chifuyu, scaring the SHIT outta the both of them, taking his hand and swiftly running away from your screaming brother. giggling loudly, you waved behind you in a mocking manner.

“H-HUH? (Y/N)?” chifuyu stammered out, holding onto your hand tightly and running with you despite not having a clue what was going on. you only laughed at him, making his cheeks flush ever so lightly

as the two of you continued, you could head the abrasive running behind the two of you.

“(Y/N) WHAT THE FUCK?? GIVE ME BACK MY VICE CAPTIN YOU SHITHEAD” you could hear baji screaming behind you two. in a fit, you yelled back:

“FUCK NO KEISUKE! MATSUNO IS MINE FOR THE DAY! LEARN TO SHARE ASSHOLE.” before laughing to yourself once more.

chifuyu flushed when you said he was yours for the day. he honestly didn’t expect you to be this intrested in hanging out with him. he honestly thought you only hung around him because your brother brought him everywhere.

alas, he keeps running with you, the both of you making quick turns before eventually taking refuge in a pet shop, watching keisuke run in the complete wrong direction.

❤︎ and so, as promised, you and chifuyu spent the entire day shopping around the massive mall. you went into store after store, trying on different outfits together before realising you’re both WAY to poor to afford the cute matching ¥11,000 shirts with a cool dragon design on it.

❤︎ you scoffed your faces with fast food in the massive food court, laughing and joking to eachother the entire time.

❤︎ you blabbed on about your childhood and growing up with your twin brother, talking about how much you really admired him and thought we was badass. chifuyu snickered before you promptly threatened him into not speaking a word of it all.

❤︎ of course, keisuke never gave up on finding you, so it was a massive game of cat and mouse around the mall before the both of you decided you’d had enough, heading back to the apartment complex.

❤︎ before you left, BECAUSE YOU AREN’T CRUEL, you let your brother catch up to the both of you, enduring his yelling the entire time home. he walked in front of the both of you, whining about the day you had ‘ruined’ for him and his partner, however you tuned him out completely.

❤︎ you only focused on how chifuyu hadn’t let your hand go the entire walk back to your units.

❤︎ making it back, the sun was finally falling. this time, you begged the boy into staying the night. of course, the blonde is a huge suck up to you and thus, the night ended with the three of you lying on keisuke’s bedroom floor, scoffing your faces and watching old VHS films.

❤︎ you fell asleep that night, leaning against his bed. you had keisuke on your left, his head on your shoulder as he snored loudly. chifuyu was on your right, his whole body against you with your arm wrapped around his schuldners, keeping him close to your chest.

❤︎ as you listened to the soft and noisy snores of your two most treasured people, you eventually succumbed to slumber of your own.

❤︎ maybe you can convince chifuyu to stay over once more, and maybe next time it could just be the two of you.

bonus:

❤︎ when the tree of you woke up, you found that keisuke had moved up to his bed at some point while you were OH MY GOD-

❤︎ face to face with the blonde (who wasn’t awake yet), you had him curled into your embrace with a blanket thrown over the top of you.

❤︎ yeah, waking up was pretty fuckin awkward.

[wordssricochet]

💬 — Hello !! Just the usual reminders, I am still learning. Please do not expect my work to be perfect, English is not my first language. That is all, thank you.

⚠ — rejection, bullying, draco being stupid, hurtful words, mischaracterization of Blaise Zabini (I guess, we had to do it for the plot)

📝 — ♡ (fluff) + ☣︎ (angst)

#⃣ — 1270 words

📹 — based on the movie "Flipped" (one of my comfort movies)

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Flipped | D. M |

by wordssricochet™

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Growing up as a troublemaker kid, you were always rejected for affection. Thus, anyone who would even look at your way would be bombarded with your attention and affection.

And that anyone, fortunately —for you— is Draco Malfoy.

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"Heart eyes again, yeah, Y/N? " Fred Weasley —your best friend's brother who is also your best friend— elbows you.

"I honestly don't get what you see in that blondie, " George adds, "I mean, he's.. good looking and all, but his personality? Askaban! "

You simply just roll your eyes at the twins, focusing your attention again on Draco. Or Dray-Dray, as you nicknamed him (He never liked it, and would glance at you with a disgusted look. You loved his face though.)

A few minutes passed by and the boy and his gang of Slytherin friends leave for their classes. Now, you were left wondering about what Draco's type is. It just suddenly came up in your mind! But what is his type? Is it like you? Or is his type those pureblood girls that bullies first years? Hopefully not, hopefully not Pansy Parkinson.

"I wonder if his type is even closer to me.. you know, a fun but serious girl? " You questioned yourself.

"Oy, don't flatter yourself, Y/N. Since when were you serious? " Ron snickers, followed by Hermione hitting his arms.

"But seriously, Y/N, why him? I mean, there's Cedric-", " Too old for me" You interrupted Hermione.

"Okay.. what about Longbottom? He's a nice guy. " She gives you a warm look.

You almost wanted to cackle at Hermione's suggestion, "Seriously, Hermione? Neville is the complete opposite of Dray-Dray. "

"And that's exactly why I wanted you to give him a try, plus, the Yule Ball is in 2 weeks already, " She plastered a smirk on her face, "Let's be real, Y/N, You have no chance with Malfoy.

"I'm aware.. but still! " You insist.

Hermione gave a long sigh, "Do what you want then. But remember, I warned you! " She glances at you with a worried look.

"I'll be fine. "

Your classes for today ended and you went straight to Fred and George.

"Okay.. How do I look? " You fixed your hair. You put a clip on it and put the remaining hair behind your ears.

"Stunning", " Gorgeous" , the twins replied at the same time.

"You got this, Y/N! Plus, if ever that Malfoy prick rejects you, I'll go with you at the Yule Ball. " George says with a reassuring smile.

"Now, off you go! " Fred says, as he gives your back a soft tap.

"Dray- Draco, can we talk? " You ask while fiddling your fingers. It's been at least 5 years since you guys last talked, since his father found out about your friendship.

Draco and his friends glanced at each other, a smirk coming up on all their faces.

"Sure, what is it that you want to talk about? "

"Can we please talk in private? "

".. fine. "

"So, what is it? " Draco started, looking down at your rather smaller figure.

"Um, look, I've been meaning to tell you this since we were kids, " You gave a short inhale,

"Malfoy, I really like you. You were the first person to ever look at me like I'm a normal person, and not some nuisance to society. I've liked you since the day that I met you, the day that we met by the sea shore when you were taking a rest because of all the moving houses thing going on. I really appreciate your kindness toward me.. Well, towards me in the past. I hope that we can be friends again, or even more than that. So Dray-Dray, will you please go to Yule Ball with me? " You let out a long exhale as you said all those words in a span of 30 seconds.

"How pathetic can you be, Y/L/N? " He lets out a chuckle, "For Merlin's sake, are you even capable of being embarrassed? You're honestly the most annoying person I've ever known in my whole life! Since the day that.. "

You couldn't even hear what Draco was saying anymore, you just stood there, your ears ringing. Your vision started to blur. Your body can't physically move at this moment, like you've been paralyzed. After what seemed like an eternity (which is just 3 minutes for Draco), you finally gained consciousness.

"- I feel disgusted and offended that you can even think about being with me, hell, being friends with m-" You cut him off by saying sorry and ran away, just like you did when all those kids from your childhood bullied you.

It all started coming back to you, and you hated Draco for being the reason why.

You headed straight back to your house's common room and straight to your dorm. You ignored all your housemates asking if you were okay.

You flopped on your bed, head onto the pillow. You started letting all your emotions drain you.

These past few days, you started ignoring Draco more and more. You flooded yourself with academics and friends, specifically George Weasley.

You never stare at him in classes anymore, not even in the Great Hall. You started avoiding him at all costs. You couldn't even handle being in the same hallway as him. It makes you teary eyed whenever you remember the things he said to you.

Of course, Draco Malfoy had noticed the drastic change in your demeanor, too. He no longer had this Gryffindor stalking him around. He no longer had this girl that would send him chocolate frogs whenever she goes to Hogsmeade.

He should be glad, that's what Pansy tells him.

"Well, well, well, congratulations, Malfoy. You no longer had an obsessive stalker that would smell your hair whenever she's beside you in charms class! " Blaise Zabini chuckles, as he claps his hands together.

"Mission successful, I guess, huh? " Theodore Nott added.

Draco stayed silent, not answering any remarks, not looking at anyone.

"Anyway, Draco, would you mind going to the Yule Ball with me? " Pansy asks with hope in her eyes.

Meanwhile, Draco was dying inside at the faint mention of the Yule Ball. He remembered what he had said, and what he had lost.

Draco suddenly stood up from the couch of the common room and left the room before anyone could even ask what's going on.

"'m going to make things right, " Draco muttered to himself as he looks for you. Little did he know that Blaise was following him.

"Dude! Malfoy! Wait up! " Zabini yells as he grabs his best friend's arm, "What the bloody hell do you think you're doing? Pansy Parkinson, the finest Slytherin, just asked you if you wanted to go the ball with her. And you're here, bailing? Completely ignoring her? " Blaise yells, trying to put some sense into his friend.

"I already have someone I'm going with. "

"Who? Astoria Greengrass? Merula Synde?"

"None of those, idiot! "

"Who then? Y/N Y/L/N?"

Draco went silent at the mere mention of your name. Blaise looked discombobulated.

"What the hell, man? You're bailing Pansy Parkinson for Y/N Y/L/N? Are you insane?! "

"I don't know anymore, Zabini! I-I don't know what I'm feeling! "

"Are you really that bloody stupid, mate? You rejected her! Countless of times! We even laughed at her silly love letters together with Nott! "

"They were not silly, Zabini, you just.. don't understand. "

"Oh, I don't understand, alright! You hate her, Y/N, since the first year! "

"That's the thing, Zabini, I don't think I hate her now. "

"You've gone mental, man! I'm telling you! Have you flipped?! "

"Trust me, Blaise, I have no idea. "

💬 — hi !! OM GOSH, idk how to end this!! but i'm thinking either angst or fluff.. i still haven't planned. although, i finally found the perfect schedule when dropping fics (not like anyone cares); sundays in philippine time. anyway! i MIGHT make a masterlist now (with 2 fics in them lmao)

Sincerely, March.

[astonmartingf]

REAL LIFE RELATIONS — BREAKING NEWS

mick schumacher x reader x liam lawson

series summary— the world of motorsports is vast, yet it is also very limiting. like an intricate web of relationships, connections can get you everywhere, and underneath the pinnacle of motorsports are the secrets waiting to be unfolded.

OPENING — SCARY AS HELL BUT I LOVE THE THRILL OF IT

drama seems to follow you around— after a long time of hiding the paddock puts the pieces together about your true identity.

warnings: mommy and daddy issues, toxic family dynamics, there's a bit of mystery going around so there's that

masterlist ★ next

If you had to choose between going to a family dinner with your forsaken father and stepmother of the decade or jump out the window from your apartment, hop in a hot blondie's motorcycle and run away for the rest of the evening, you'd choose none and hide in your friend's apartment.

Your reason? The family dinner is a farce you didn't have time to deal with, while the motorcycle sounds promising, said hot blondie gets attached too quickly for your own liking. And you didn't like to get tied down.

Why is it that you're so bent on "running away"?

Simple.

If given the chance to annoy your deadbeat of a father and overbearing stepmother, would you do it? You would.

And that's where hot blondie comes into the equation— he's just convenient. Especially when you learned to wrap him all over your fingers. Yuki would be disappointed in you, both at the fact that he knows how much you'd rather stay up holed in his crib, and how you're manipulating hot blondie.

If you're so hell bent on not going, why not just go with hot blondie? The predicament you're in is— you're already stuck in the family dinner.

Stopping the urge to roll your eyes, you watch them make small talk about their day. Your father is watching your stepmother with honey dripping his eyes, further reminding you of the hot blondie's invitation.

A "get out of jail for free" card he says. This wasn't your personal cell, rather it felt like a personal hell. There are a hundred other things you'd rather do, in fact you'd rather babysit your step siblings and connect with them, but no— insisting that you come with them and catch up.

Catch up?

What is this dodgeball? Because that would be fairly entertaining, you chuckle imagining yourself throwing it in between them to catch. There's no need to catch up, not with the guards they hired to keep you in check.

A headache they said, you don't mind your father calling you nicknames knowing he has given up on you decades ago. If only your stepmother would stop being so relentless in building back your relationship with your father.

Some things aren't worth fixing— your relationship with him is one of them.

Your eyes wander around the restaurant, watching people come and go under the windy London weather. The glint of a familiar helmet caught the corner of your eyes.

A few feet away from the window of the restaurant, you see hot blondie's motorcycle lights blink, calling your attention, lulling you away from your meal. You'd give it to him though, his persistence beginning to change the train of thoughts in your head. Smirking to yourself, you halt in playing with your food, taking a few bites planning the next steps to your escape.

Placing your fork down, you wipe your mouth using the napkin. "Excuse me, I'll use the powder room for a moment."

Your father grunts, nodding his head towards the bathroom, you smile courteously fighting the urge to do anything that could trigger your father's outbursts.

You weren't tiptoeing around him per say, it's more that you'd rather keep him calm and at peace in public knowing very well that your next action might burst a vessel in his frontal lobe.

Reapplying your lipstick, you clean the edges adding finishing touches before making a beeline to the back door, to meet hot blondie where he'll be waiting and save her escape the jail that is disguised–

"Going somewhere?" The voice of your stepmother causes you to freeze. Shit. She's learning much more quickly than your father.

Slowly turning around you and putting another facade in front of her, as much as you tried to hate your stepmother, she cared for you if not more than your father ever did. But caring is not enough, not at least for you. It's not an excuse to let your father continue doing what he does the best.

If comparison is a thief of joy— then they're both thieving the joy out of you. Your father for his usual antics, and for your stepmother, whose presence only reminded you of what you'll never have.

Your silence throws your stepmother off, surely by now you'd have spoken a string of curses towards her. But this time you're silent, you learned the hard way.

In a series of unfortunate events the universe keeps shoving at you, you end up causing a scene in a restaurant, which ends up with you getting grounded. One that wasn't even your fault to begin with, but your father is not a man of reason, not that he was ever a man to you. All you could see was a weak man, with a bruised ego, who is a deadbeat of a father to you.

And it hurts more seeing him playing family with your stepmother and step-siblings knowing fully well you'll never get the same affection from him. He often looked at you like scum on his feet, the lowest of lows. Which is why you knew that you couldn't act in front of your stepmother like that, not when she's the only thing holding your family together— or at least she's trying.

"You don't have to say anything. I saw his motorcycle move to the back of the restaurant, is that how you've been leaving events and galas without us?"

You raise your brow at her statement, clearly avoiding conversation. One thing you like about your stepmother is her astute perception, at some point you found yourself enjoying her company more than your father's.

But she doesn't have to know that, and your stepmother knows her boundaries, if she wanted to keep this relationship civil, she'd walk away without saying a word.

"I'll talk to your father about it, you're free to go."

You turn your heels walking away from her, scoffing— she always has to be the hero, the good guy, and because she lets you leave, you owe her one.

Grabbing the helmet presented in front of you the moment you open the back door, you slide into the back of the hot blondie's motorcycle. Arms around his waist, you close your eyes, the sounds of the engine revving up accompanied by the goosebumps glittering around you as the cold London weather lingers atop your skin.

Relish in the moment, you keep your eyes closed, pressing your body closer to his for warmth, as your bodies cut through the wind. It was your escape.

He was your escape.

"Feeling better?" The blonde asks, grabbing the helmet from your hands as you settle in a park near the river. The weather is not as cold as you thought in comparison back to when you were in the motorcycle.

"I know you don't want to hear this, but-" You roll your eyes, scoffing at his words. One thing or another at least you know you don't have to hide in front of him, not that you are being truthful to him as well, but blondie doesn't need to know anything. As long as he's catching up on the important bits and pieces, there are still lines they don't cross.

Lines that you won't let him cross.

"Then don't. If I wanted to talk to him I could've chosen to stay in that damn dinner, but guess what I'm here with you aren't I? Or is this interrogation a part of the "get out of jail for free " card?"

The blonde male raises his hands in surrender, dropping his jacket on your legs before situating himself next to you.

"Don't you think it's better for you to stay in the restaurant."

Flabbergasted, you turn around raising your brows. "I mean look at you in that fancy outfit, it's probably 8 degrees out here, isn't it much warmer there? And with food, sure the company isn't as lovely as you want to be..."

Your eyes squint, watching him intently, "For someone so adamant about me leaving the restaurant you keep saying contradicting things. Is this a test? I want to be here, I think I am capable of choosing what I want to do blondie."

Shaking his head, he chuckles at the mention of the nickname you coined a few years back. "You've got to stop calling me that."

"It stuck around with you, I'll never stop calling you blondie."

A sigh escapes your lips, thinking back on your memories together. Life was easier then, young, naive, full of life, and free from the sins that follow the controversy of your family.

Not that anyone else knew, they worked hard to keep it out of the news, now they're just whispers, fragments of the reality. Even to you, it's all a mystery.

Somehow they couldn't keep you away from the paddock, despite all the talk and hearsay about what actually happened you chose to stay and that's all because of blondie.

You're a ghost from the past— each day as you live, a piece of you slowly gets taken away. Forced to hide away from the world you didn't choose to live in.

"Heavy thoughts there... come back down?" You blink, facing the blonde beside you, your stomach growling.

"Let's go eat somewhere before you drop me off."

In an instant, the blonde stands up wiping his hands clean before hoisting you up from the grass.

"You want fries?"

Your eyes dilate, nodding your head excitedly grabbing on eof the helmets, putting it on the blonde males pushing him to start the motorcycle.

"And tacos." You mumble under the helmet causing the blonde to laugh at your antics.

"And tacos, here we go."

His voice infecting yours illiciting a laugh from your lips. He has that effect on you.

Which is why you'd never let him cross that line, what you have with each other— no one can take. Not even your father.

Which is someone you'll have to deal with once you get home, hopefully stepmother dearest has done her best to placate his anger. You didn't want to deal with any more bullshit as is.

But a funny thing about being under the scrutiny of the spotlight is that no matter how hard you try and hide, someone is always lingering around, poking and prodding, waiting for you to fuck up and shit yourself.

amgf ★ superstars @woozarts @minkyungseokie @iienstein @eugene-emt-roe

[1025flora]

skz as your best friend who is (not so) secretly in love with you

genre fluff , humor pairing ot8 skz x !femreader warnings not proofread

chan

"oh yeah yn is my best friend actually"

literally obsessed.

tries to hide the delulu (not good at it)

tells you about every single project he's working on

honestly just get married already???

most people think you're actually dating...

became your friend because he thought you were pretty, but stayed your friend because of a thousand other reasons

definitely takes notes for you when you're out

lots of dimple smiles when you do literally anything???

minho

quiet in public, but the world time yapping champion when its just you two

will say the most cruel and slanderous thing while looking at you with the most loving eyes

texts random bad selfies with no context

gags and scoffs when people suggest you two as an item, but on the inside he's eeking

"send me that pic of you from earlier"

you may or may not be the only person on his private story

attends every single event you're involved in, no matter how inconvenient it would be for him

soonie, doongie, and dori adore you

changbin

buddy (romantic)

thinks about you every second of his day

"hey look what i made!!"

needs everybody to know that you are his best friend

"she even asked me for the time..." *fist pump*

doesn't pressure you to go to the gym with him but he reeeaaaallyyyyyy wants you to

"do u hate me" texts in the middle of the night

swings his legs when you guys call

waits for you outside your classes so you can walk in between periods together

wants to be nonchalant and cool and mysterious about you SO BAD but he fails

hyunjin

ouh this man is delulu!!!

has your future lives planned out in a pinterest board

sketches you in class

"hey babe" when you are BOTH single

late night grocery store runs for no reason... he just likes how you look at night

"i forgot my wallet🥺" typa man

fully convinced you do not and will not love him romantically

a textbook hopeless romantic

will wait for you outside in any weather. coldfront, heatwave, rain, shine, that man is THERE

all the nicknames... like definitely calls you "blondie" if you're blonde

jisung

so nervous around you even though you two are best friends???

writes songs for you all the time, terrified to show you

one day wishes to sing every single one to you

"good morning!" "how was your day pook?!" "good night <3" every. single. day. never misses

prefers to just stay in and talk with you, about anything

"bbama misses youuuu" whenever you aren't at his house

you do make him flustered most of the time

a couple playlists made just for you tucked in his spotify library

wants to call you all the couple names but afraid you'll hate it

talks about you with the guys (they are SICK of it)

his thoughts towards you are just the lyrics of gorgeous by taylor swift

felix

tells you absolutely EVERYTHING

5 paragraph essay about his day every night

and yes expects the exact same from you...

you text on discord (sorry)

makes treats just for you in secret

in any setting that you aren't in, he calls you his

makes video memos for you when you're gone and secretly hopes you'll do the same

his sisters tease him daily about how he talks about you, but he doesn't care

wants everybody but you to know he loves you

his second favorite color is your favorite color

seungmin

all of the confidence and sly in his attitude vanishes as soon as you walk into the room

your personal butler

holds your hand just 'cause

"this would look so good on you"

you two share headphones everywhere

head on your shoulder, chin on your shoulder, oh and definitely elbow on your shoulder

matches his jewelry to yours

at karaoke, he points and sings at you for the love songs, but you usually think he's joking

will love you unconditionally forever, even if you never feel the same

jeongin

"but you looked hot...? why are you changing"

weirdly confident around you, like his attitude changes when you walk into the room

loves to do your makeup, and vice versa

he jokes so much that you think he's sarcastically in love, little do you know it's all from the heart

brings you coffee every morning at school/work

"this song reminded me of you"

makes sure your outfits coordinate

pays for EVERYTHING

you are his princess!!!!! in every sense of the word!!!

a/n omg first post here..... hope u guys like it 🙏 reblog or like if you read puhlease

[jubburb]

》 "MENTAL WORKOUTS AT 4:00 A.M."

• @jubburb

ask: none.

synopsis: quizzing your boyfriend at the ripe hour of 4 am about genshin

a/n: idk but this kinda feels more like a fic where i'm shipping myself with albedo, bc I put all the answers to the questions as my answers irl. So if you don't have the same answers as me, just imagine your own answers in place of that, pls ♡

warnings: ooc albedo (probably), sweet bf albedo cuz I can write albedo however I fartin want, pretty short fic, not proofread (mistakes are definitely there, I'll proofread it tmr, prob)

notes: albedo is :, you are :

You watched depressingly as your earbuds die right in front of you, ultimately stopping your music and leaving you sad with the loud ringing of silence.

So now, with nothing else to do, you pull up Discord on your phone and immediately search for your boyfriend's username on the Messages bar.

Once you find it, you click on it and notice that he's online.. at 4 in the morning. But that's the least of your worries. He's texted you at the ungodly hours of 12 A.M a couple of nights ago anyway.

-

[3:59 A.M.]

: Albedo r u awake

: Albedo albedo albedo albedooo

: Albedo I can see that you're online.

: ANSWERRRR MEEEEE

You start intensely spamming your boyfriend, before he finally answers.

: Yes? What's the matter? Shouldn't you be asleep right now? We have school today, Y/N.

You smile softly, getting more comfortable in the cold duvet of your bed before typing again, the pads of your fingers tapping against the screen.

: I could ask u the same thing albedo

: why aren't you sleeping

You question, even though his answer would probably be along the lines of "Doing an experiment."

: I'm quite busy. Though I asked questions first. Why aren't you asleep?

: i just couldn't fall asleep ig

: what are u busy doing?

: I'm awake finishing my art project. What are you doing?

: well I WASS listening to music, cuz that usually helps me fall asleep but my earbuds died so..

: Oh, how unfortunate.

: that sounds sarcastic.

: you're so rude albedo.

: Im sorry. Will a picture of Redo make it better?

You click on the image attachment Albedo sent. It was a picture of his cat, Redo, curled up in a circle right next to him, his little white paws holding onto his fluffy black tail.

: yes, it made everything better.

: That's good. Now, I should probably focus on the project, so expect my answers to be a bit late.

: kk, I'll leave u alone for a bit and scroll on tiktok.

Albedo just responded with a little thumbs up emoji, and you smile softly at that.

You exit out of Discord and scroll through all the random apps before you find Tiktok, and then you spend a couple of minutes mindlessly scrolling on your for you page, before you stumble across one of your mutuals doing a cute trend on their boyfriend.

The trend was pretty simple. It was just quizzing your boyfriend or girlfriend to see how well they knew them by asking them questions revolving around their favorite games.

You quickly exit out of Tiktok, finding the little blue app called Discord again, and started texting your beloved blondie once again.

: ohh albedooooo~

True to his words, Albedo took a couple more minutes to respond, but he did in the end.

: Yes, my petal?

You smile again, your cheeks a slight tinge of light pink at the nickname and start typing again.

: what is my favorite genshin element?

: Hm? Why are you asking? Well, either way, it's Geo, obviously.

: what's my favorite character from each region?

: You have me doing a mental workout this early in the morning.. Your favorite Mondstadt character is Diluc, in Liyue it's Zhongli, for Inazuma it's Raiden Shogun and for Sumeru it's Collei, for Fontaine it's Neuvillette, and for Natlan it's Xilonen.

: who's my favorite archon?

: Simple, Morax.

: what's my favorite elemental reaction?

: Freeze, because you like immobolizing your enemies and being able to beat them easily.

: who am I saving up for?

: Mm. You always impulse spend your primogems on every banner, but you always talk about how much you want Raiden Shogun C2, Itto, and Xilonen.

: Can I go back to my art project now?

: no. how many primos do I have saved up for these characters?

: 176. You better hope that luck comes your way and you get the character you want with a simple one pull.

: how much mora do I have?

: Last time I was on your account.. you had about 3 million, so unless that number has changed, my answer is 3 million mora. Which you could double if you actually agreed to do the Ley Lines with me.

: mkayy mkayy I have a couple more questions.

: And by a couple do you mean you'll keep asking me questions until it's time to get ready for school?

: no, seriously, I'm running out of questions to ask.

: Ah. Continue then.

: who do I hate most in genshin?

: This one is easy. Dottore. You despise that man with every bone in your body, I'm sure. You'd want to punch him through a wall, right? I won't blame you. He's a despicable human being.

: youre so right. what BP level am I on?

: Level 6, you completely ignore it, unless it gives you Fates.

: and finallyyy would you take care of my account if I died?

: Oh, definitely. I would treat it like a precious artifact. But I hope to the Archons that wouldn't ever have to be the case.

: awh, I love you 'bedo.

: I love you too, my petal. May I continue working on my project now?

: yes yes yes u can, I'll sleep for like 4 more hours before I have to start getting ready for school..

: Alright, sweet dreams, my love.

: sweet dreams, bedoo~

[4:26 A.M.]

With that, you simply exit out of Discord, feeling excited that your boyfriend cares enough to know everything about you and to keep what you tell him stored away in his noggin.

You plug your phone into the charger, and your head hits the cold pillow with a nice and relaxing thud, before drifting off into dreamland for a couple hours more, dreaming of your a familiar blonde braided Dragonspinian.

- signed by c

[sunflowerrosewood]

Take a Bullet For You ~ Mafia! Bucky Barnes

Author's Note: Since my other account @cheekyredwillow got deleted. I am adding some of my favorite fanfictions to this account and revamping this one with new ones. I hope to make an actual list of fandoms I am still a fan of! NO requests for the time being.

On to the one shot! This is a mafia alternative universe

You just moved into the New York area to open your coffee shop under your apartment. You knew it was insane to move into an area where one of the roughest mafia gangs resided. The big mafia leader was named James Barnes nicknamed Bucky the Sniper. You knew all of this but continued to move in and set up shop. You didn’t think he was near. 

While you were moving in, Bucky was watching from across the street with his right hand man, Steve. From what he gathered was that you were just a coffee shop owner but he still was intrigued you picked a shitty neighborhood. You seemed confident even though most of your customers would be his mafia. 

“Why are we watching her?” Steve asked. “She’s not important to what we need done.”

“She’s interesting.” Bucky said. 

“Oh no! Don’t get all lovey dovey on me. She wouldn’t walk two seconds in our direction.” Steve snapped.

You continued to set shop up so you could open in the next few days. You opened the shop two days later and a bulky gruff man was your customer. You figured you’d see sketchy people but not the head of the mafia game. He was wearing all black. Combat boots, leather jacket, tighter jeans. 

“Good morning. How may I help you?” You asked, feeling a bit of nervousness settling in. 

“Just a cup of black coffee with a spoonful of sugar ma’am.” He said as he put a $20 on the counter. 

“Okay let me get your change.”

“Wait. Just keep it. You’re new, arntcha?” The guy said. 

“Just moved in a few days ago. I’m Y/n. You must be Bucky the Sniper?” You said putting two and two together.

“You’re not scared?” He asked. 

“At first. But you haven’t done anything to make me think worse of you.” You mentioned before pouring his cup of coffee. 

“You’re definitely different. Not in a bad way of course.” Bucky said nonchalantly before taking his cup to leave. “I’ll be around Y/n.”

You watched Bucky leave the coffee shop. You knew from this moment that nothing would be the same. You did not think you’d meet the mafia leader so soon but c’est la vie I guess. 

But you did not know that you had infiltrated Bucky’s head. For some reason he couldn’t get your e/c eyes filled with wonder. He couldn’t help it. Something about you attracted him. He would tell the rest of the mafia to protect you. 

You wouldn’t notice this in the week. An opposing mafia team tried to kidnap you but before they could even act, Bucky’s mafia members got rid of them. What did make you question is a guy asked for your number at the shop within the same week and never called back. But Bucky was always your first and last customer. 

It had been a week since this and it was a Thursday night. You were closing up shop when Bucky came in groaning. 

“Oh Bucky, I was wondering when y- what happened to you?” You yelled as you heard a few more gunshots. 

A blonde haired guy and a dark skinned guy came in. They were panting. The blondie looked at you. 

“Do you know first aid?” He asked. 

“I d-do.” You stuttered. 

“Then get to work.” He snapped. 

“Steve, quit scar-scaring her.  Just focus on protecting us.” Bucky coughed. 

“Bucky is right. She knows what to do. That other mafia will be here shortly.” The dark skinned guy snapped. 

“Sam, have any of the others called?” Steve asked. 

You quickly ran to the back to grab the first aid kit. As you ran back, Steve and Sam were outside with a few others. Gunshots rang out as you sat by Bucky’s side. 

“I need to remove your shirt.” You said softly. 

“Already undressing me sweetheart.” Bucky drawled out but took off his shirt. 

“Oh shut it.” You snapped but chuckled a bit. 

“Good. Keep that smile. I’ll be okay with you.” Bucky said as he placed his hand on your thigh. “After this, we are going to finally have that date.” 

“Wh-what?!” You exclaimed before washing his wound. 

“Don’t tell me you didn’t notice my affections.” Bucky teased as you pulled the bullet out that was lodged into his side. “Warn me next time!”

“How about not throwing surprises out?” You said as you grabbed the disinfectant. “Okay this will sting.” 

Bucky hissed for a minute as you continued to clean. The gunshots slowed down and finally stopped. You helped Bucky sit up as Steve and Sam came back in. 

“We told the others to go home. Do you want us to stay?” Steve asked. 

“I’ll be better shortly. I still have to discuss some things with Y/n.” Bucky said as Sam cackled. 

“Are you going to quit acting like a lovesick puppy?” Sam cackled. “Hell that bullet was suppose to hit her but you got in the way.”

“What?” You exclaimed. 

“I guess that’s our cue to leave.” Steve said as he was pushing Sam out the door. 

“So when were you going to tell me that?” You questioned as Bucky shakily stood up. He laughed softly as you saw a warm blush appear on his face. 

“I guess I should explain that.” Bucky said. “I was trying not to fall for you. But when I did, the other mafias saw you as a toy or token to me.”

“So you just decided to take the bullet?” 

“Aren’t we forgetting the whole “taking you on a date”? I would take any bullet for you to be safe. I have fallen for you.” Bucky explained as your face flushed with heat. 

Bucky pulled you into his arms and kissed your cheek. You smiled at him and squeezed his neck for a hug.

“After you heal, you can take me on that date anytime.” You said as you felt him squeeze back. 

You felt Bucky chuckle against the hold. You two broke the hug and Bucky began to leave. You felt a piece of paper in your back pocket. It was his number but before you could say anything, Bucky had left. 

[justtwotired]

Whispers of the night - Lloyd Garmadon x reader

Part 1 - previous - next

Your POV:

Finally I wasn’t grounded anymore, and then my friends just could not hang out, now if that isn’t unfair, I don’t know what is.

The only option I had, was a specific blondie in my contact.

You

Blondie

Can you hang out?

I’m bored

01.34 pm Seen

You

Blondie?

Hellooo

01.37 pm seen

You

Are you ignoring me :(

01.45 pm delivered

You

Lloyd?

01.55 pm delivered

I waited for ten more minutes, feeling rather upset that he was just ignoring me like that. When I looked back at me phone, he had read the messages and hadn’t replied, though he was still online.

You

Are you upset with me?

Did I do something wrong?

02.07 pm seen

You

Guess I’ll go to the library by myself:/

02.09 pm delivered

Half an hour later, I was sat at the table in the library, nose deep in a true crime book that had recently come out.

I think about an hour past when I heard a message come in on my phone. I picked it up and opened the message.

Blondie

Hey, sorry for not messaging back!

Send 03.27

I started typing on the keyboard before deleting my message and putting my phone back on the table, trying to focus on my book as my phone kept delivering messages.

After three minutes I couldn’t help but open them.

Blondie

You still wanna hang out?

N/n?

Sent 03.28 pm

Blondie

I saw you type?

Sent 03.29 pm

Blondie

Are you mad at me?):

Sent 03.30 pm

Blondie

I can see that you’re online

Hellooo

I’m sorryyy

just now

I put my phone back on the table with a small huff and was about to turn back to my book when my phone rang.

I rushed to grab it in the silent library and quickly looked at the screen.

Incoming call from Blondie…

I hung up and put it back down on the table, melting away because of the stares people gave me after that rude interruption of the silence.

My phone started to get messages again and I turned the sound off, not feeling like replying, still being mad.

Twenty minutes later, curiosity got the best of me and I took my phone in my hands.

Three missed calls from Blondie

8 unread messages

With a sigh I opened the messages and took a look.

Blondie

Y/n? I’m sorryy, can you pick up?

Sent 03.33 pm

Blondie

Are you mad at me?

I promise I will explain myself :(

N/nnn

Sent 03.35 pm

Blondie

Fuck that, I’m calling you again

Sent 03.37 pm

Blondie

For fucks sake.

Alright, library you said right?

I’m heading there right now.

Sent 03.41 pm

The last message was about ten minutes ago, he could be here any moment…

He wouldn’t really come right? No he wouldn’t, he didn’t even answer my messages and I dodn’t need to hear his stupid excused anyway.

I continued reading my book and about five minutes in, I completely forgot about the message he had sent me about stopping by.

Well, guess what? I was dead wrong. He was not bluffing when he said he’d show up.

Suddenly, someone sat down next to me and I looked up to be met with a pair of green eyes. I narrowed mine and turned back to my book.

“Awe, come on, N/n, I’m sorry,” he said lowering his head slightly to try and continue our eye contact.

I didn’t reply and turned a page, not looking at him as I started to read on.

“Hey, don’t be like this, just let me explain,” he pouted trying to take my hand in his but I recoiled, making me look him in the eyes.

He gave me a light hearted smile. And I scowled at him, making the smile disappear slightly. “Darling, please listen to me,” he said and I could feel my heart start to beat faster at the nickname, though I tried not to let him notice.

He did try to bite back a smirk, so I think he somehow saw trough my poker-face.

I sighed and gave him a look that said ‘explain’ and he quickly took the chance.

“So, I was at work, and my phone just laid on a table, and then you messaged me and I opened it, but then I had to do something else and my phone was marking your messages as seen’ until it fell out, and when I was about to reply something else happened so I had to walk away again and then I kind of forgot you messaged me,” he said and I was contemplating on answering.

“Where do you work?” I asked and he seemed surprised before quickly answering. “Oh uhh, there’s a Dojo not far away from here, I teach the kids sometimes.” He said and I bit my lip for a moment contemplating his answer.

He saw my hesitation and lit up for a moment. “I’ll buy you some chocolate,” he said and a smile creeped onto my face.

“Forgiven,” I said and he grinned triumphantly.

Lloyd POV

When I got home from my mission, I had casually tossed my phone on my bed and taken a shower.

Only when I laid on my bed to chill for a moment, was when I noticed the unread messages.

Shit, I had completely ignored Y/n while on my mission. I had meant to answer her messages, but Pixel, who was guiding me trough the building, was not amused.

“Lloyd, I would prefer it if you put your phone away, you can text your girlfriend after the mission.” She had said and I had heard Jay and Cole laughing in the background.

I quickly answered her texts, which she ignored, making me feel bad, she was definitely mad at me.

When she didn’t answer my calls either, I texted her one last time and headed towards the library.

When I arrived, I spotted her reading a book at a table. She didn’t notice me yet, so I sat next to her, making her look up at me.

When she saw me, her face hardened slightly and she looked back at her book, turning a page as her eyes scanned the page.

“Awe come on, N/n, I’m sorry,” I pouted slightly and lowered my head to meet her eyes, but she avoided me.

“Hey, don’t be like this, just let me explain,” I tried to take her hand but she pulled away from me, it did force her to look at me, even though it was with a scowl, making my smile falter slightly.

“Darling, please listen to me,” I said and I then heard her heart start to beat faster, making the ghost of a grin appear on my face.

Even though I loved calling her that, maybe I should leave the nicknames to the green ninja.

She proceeded to give me a look that told me to explain so I did- sort if, I lied, but not completely, because I didn’t leave her on read on purpose after all.

I had made up a fake excuse on my way here, so that was not a problem. She did catch me of guard when she asked me where I worked though, so I quickly made up a lie.

Dareth wouldn’t mind if I said I worked at his Mojo Dojo, I suppose.

She bit her lip, contemplating on forgiving me, but after promising her some chocolate, I was quickly forgiven, making relief float trough my body.

After she finally finished the chapter of her book, I took her to get some chocolate and then we headed to the park.

“The grass is wet,” I said as she sat down under the tree that was slowly loosing its leaves.

“Awe, is little Lloyd scared for some wet grass?” She pouted at me mockingly and I rolled my eyes. “Are you really going to act like that?” I asked as she took a bite of the chocolate bar she had chosen.

When she had chosen it, I couldn’t help finding her cute as she headed for the cash register like a giddy pinguïn who just caught a fish.

“Well, if you’re going to be scared about damp grassing then yes, I am.” She said and I chuckled and sat down.

She offered me some chocolate with a smile and declined. “It’s all yours,” I said, tempted to add a princess, but deciding that maybe, to not create suspicion, I should not call her the same things as the green ninja.

We leaned against the tree, and while she ate her chocolate, she pointed out people, she told me what she’d name them and why, she made up a life story about them and my smile grew as she rambled on.

“Hey! Lloyd!” We both looked up at someone shouting my name. I saw Nya approach us and I narrowed my eyes slightly as she gave me a innocent smile.

She had definitely used my tracker to find me and meet Y/n.

“Hey, Nya,” I said and she looked at the girl next to me, who looked at her with her lips slightly agape.

“Holy shit,” she said. “It’s you!” She stood up with a giddy smile, making Nya and me both look surprised.

“You went to Ninjago High like- two years ago right? Your Nya Smith?” She asked and Nya nodded with a small smile.

“Me and my friends love you so much!” Y/n jumped up and down in excitement. “Like, when we where in our first year, you flipped off Mr. Taylor and we became like- obsessed!” She said and Nya laughed.

“I remember that! I did get a weeks worth of detention though,” she shrugged and Y/n waved her hand slightly. “Well, it was worth it right?” She asked and Nya nodded with a grin.

“You where the one that fought that kid- Brown was it? Last week, right?” She asked making Y/n nod excitedly.

“Yes! He did deserve it though,” she quickly added and at that point, I was just completely ignored as the two girls got into an excited conversation with each other.

Suddenly Nya’s phone beeped and we exchanged looks as she looked at her screen. “Well, it looks like I have to get going, I’ll see you another time, right?” She asked making Y/n nod. “Definitely, Lloyd can text you my number,” she said.

“My friends will be so jealous when I say I met, and talked to you!” She added making Nya laugh. “I’ll have to meet them aswel sometime, then,” she said before waving and leaving the two of us be.

“I feel left out,” I said and she laughed at me before sitting back down and leaning her head on my shoulder, making my blush ever so slightly.

Your POV

Lloyd suggested we get some pizza and I excitedly agreed, sending a quick text in the family group chat that I was eating out and I’d be home late.

“Alright, so I’m going to ask you a very important question, alright?” Lloyd started and I looked up at him with a small hum. “Pineapple on pizza, yes or no?” He asked and I shrugged.

“Well I couldn’t give two flying fucks if someone would like pineapple on their pizza, everyone is always complaining and for what? I mean, if you like it, that’s fine, enjoy, you don’t like it? Then don’t eat it and be done with it.” I said and he grinned approvingly.

“Amazing,” he said making em chuckle. “Jay, Cole and Kai always get mad when I say I like pineapple on pizza.” He said and I rolled my eyes.

“Jay, Cole and Kai need to grow the fuck up.” I said and he laughed. “And you? Do you like pineapple on pizza?” He asked and I chuckled.

“No idea, I never tried it,” I said and he looked a bit offended. “Why not?” He asked. “I’m allergic to pineapple,” I said and his eyebrows rose.

“Are you sure? You think it’s because of the weird feeling it gives your tongue? Because that has e very logical explanation!” He said and I laughed.

“No, I know the pineapple also eats you as you eat it,” I said with a grin, “but I don’t think it’s supposed to cut off your airway,” I said and he let out an amused chuckle. “No I don’t thinks it’s supposed to do that.”

In the restaurant, we had our food and after a long discussion, we decided on splitting the bill.

As we where gathering our stuff two elderly woman walked past and smiled at us “you two are such a cute couple,” one of them said and we both blushed.

“O-oh, no, we are just friends,” I quickly said and the other frowned. “Are you sure?” She asked confused and Lloyd chuckled. “Pretty sure, yes,” he said and the two women exchanged look.

“Such a bummer, you would make an amazing couple.” The first one said before they made their leave.

Me and Lloyd exchanged an awkward glance before I quickly looked down and started rummage trough my bag as if looking for something, fishing my phone out as excuse and looking at imaginary messages.

“Shall we leave, then?” He asked and I smiled at him and gave a small nod. We left the restaurant and walked trough the cold night streets.

Lloyds phone buzzed and he looked at the screen, his face falling as he read a message. “Seems like I need to get going,” he said to me making me pout. “Are you leaving me behind?” I asked and he gave me a soft smile.

“Don’t you look at me like that, I’ll see you somewhere else this week,” he promised before waving his phone around. “Just text me!” He said before winking and leaving me in the street.

Seems like I’ll be heading to my favourite roof.

I walked the other way, slowly walking further into the city to find the shop that had closed about two years ago, no one ever opened something new after.

I climbed the wall and sat crossed legged on the flat roof, looking up at the sky. Sadly the stars weren’t visible because of the clouds, I hoped it wouldn’t rain again…

I took my headphones out of my bag and connected them to my phone, blasting my playlist on repeat.

After about an hour my phone buzzed and l looked at the screen to see a message from my dad, a new one following soon after.

I opened it and my stomach fell.

Father dears

Y/n, where are you?

We need you to come home now, something happened.

You

Dad? What’s going on, is everything alright?

Father dears

Where are you?

You

Maplestreet, why?

Father dears

I’m sending the driver now

Stay where you are

You

Dad what’s going on?

Father dears

I’ll explain when your home, keep your guard up and protect yourself whatever it takes.

You

Dad, you’re scaring me

Father dears

It’ll be fine sweetie, the driver should be there in ten.

I climbed of the roof of the building and soon enough our driver arrived. I entered the car and he looked around before speeding away.

“Henry, what’s going on?” I asked and he looked at me trough the rearvieuw mirror. “Your father has not enclosed much information, I only have orders to get you home as fast as possible madam.” He said.

When we were home I got out of the car and was lead to the door by both of our security guards.

At the door I was met with my parents who pulled me into their arms.

“What’s going on?” I demanded to know. “We got a letter today.” My father handed me a small piece of paper

Dear Mr and Miss L/n

Any idea where your eldest daughter is right at this moment? Probably not, we do, we have eyes everywhere at all times.

Consider this a threat, do anything out of line and she will pay the prize.

Kind regards, A

“What the hell? What do the mean ‘do anything out of line’? Why are they so vague?” I asked and my father shrugged while tears ran down my mother’s cheeks.

“We don’t know who this is or what they want, but we need you to stay here for the time being, Henry will drive you to school every day and Malcolm will be somewhere in the school building at all times, being your personal bodyguard for the time being” My dad said and I shook my head.

“Hey! That’s not fair, I don’t need security, I can protect myself!” I argued and my father just shook his head. “We can’t take any risks. I already contacted the police, they will stop by tomorrow and confiscate the letter.” He said and I sighed and put my hands on my head.

“This is insane,” I said in disbelief and my father laid his hands on my shoulders. “It’ll be fine, Sweetie, I’ll take bigger security measures somewhere this week.”

I was then send upstairs to head to bed, I could hear my parents talk downstairs, mum was still crying…

I laid awake for almost the whole night.

Who sent the letter? What did they want? What would they do to me? What did my father mean with bigger security measures?

How did my day went from having fun with my crush- I mean, friend, to being threatened and having a security guard outside of my bedroom door?

[foxydivaxx]

Gossip Girl AU Zoro

-He is the very reason that Gossip Girl exists in the first place. Yes you heard that right. That infamous blog started when Zoro became the It Boy and tabloid darling.

-Any story involving Zoro gets a lot of clicks. The other person that rivals Zoro is Sanji ironically because Sanji too was a regular fixture though at the time, he was known as Sexy Blondie before GG started calling him S officially as they did not know who he was but he was that sexy Atlanta kid that everyone wanted to date or fuck

-Zoro and Sanji ironically found out about each other via Gossip Girl and social media. The moment people found out they were following each other prior to their official meeting, there was a huge internet meltdown as many were already shipping them before they finally hooked up

-Both of them exchanged secret lewd DMS with each other and even exchanged numbers and would call each other and that led to some phone sex. When they finally met in Atlanta the rest became history

-What was the incident in particular that led to Gossip Girl's popularity you might ask? The day he and Griffith had sex at the bar during a wedding. That was so scandalous and led to the servers crashing as everyone wanted to read about that story.

-Prior to that, the story that made front page news and led to Gossip Girl's creation was that day Zoro went partying in Ibiza with Sukuna. These boys snuck off without their parents' knowledge and partied up a storm. The actual truth is that Zoro actually lost his virginity on that day and engaged in an orgy and he was so young at the time.

-Zoro's wild antics back then were so legendary that many wonder how he is still alive

-Since that time, he developed a playboy lifestyle that he continued to retain until Sanji came into his life

-When Zoro and Sanji hooked up, millions were fascinated by the Royal Couple as everyone wanted to know more about Sanji considering how famous his mum is

-One of Zoro's nicknames is the Demon King of Pheromones (Mackenyu was recently called that on a Japanese TV show xD so it fits Zoro too) because of his sex appeal and his good looks that drive people nuts

-Another nickname for him is Homme Fatale because of his looks again

-Zoro used to get irritated by the constant media attention and obsession with him. In recent years, though, he has learned how to use it to his advantage and enjoys seducing everyone and causing meltdowns

-He does not show off his ass as much as Sanji but when he does, instant shut down

-He smokes a lot

[abbatoirablaze]

Welcome To The Dollhouse, Steve's Side Piece, Bucky's Aggravation

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings:  homosexual relationship (m/m), gay relationship, implied protected sex, talk of male masturbation.

“I just don’t get why he has to always be around!” Blondie said angrily as she batted her eyes at Steve, “I know that you two like to…have time together, and I put up with that.  But this is just becoming too much!  He’s cutting into my time with you and I don’t like it!”

Steve’s jaw tensed as he looked at the woman who stood in front of him, leaning into the door frame as though she was something far more innocent than she actually was. 

Bucky’s own jaw twitched as he laid on Steve’s bed, only covered by the sheets.  He propped himself up and gave her a fake smile when she looked over Steve’s shoulder and saw him sprawled out, the used condom hanging halfway out of the bin next to the bed. 

She sneered, “really, Steve?”

“What I choose to do when I’m not with you is none of your concern, Blondie.”

Her nose twitched, “you’re here!  At the dollhouse.  And I know that he saw Dolly earlier…so you two are jus-“

“Wanna join, Blondie?” Bucky taunted, “I’ll let Stevie here go to town on you, and I’ll go to town on him…I have to warn you though…round one was wild enough…round two might get…aggressive.  Stevie really gets riled up when I go to town on that tight ass of his.  He might not be able to control himself around us…might just trade you in for more time with me period.”

Blondie squirmed, the fact that she was uncomfortable about the idea of the two of them together obvious.  Steve looked over his shoulder at Bucky, and gave him a look, “Buck…come on punk.  Don’t go acting up like that!  I am nice enough to Dolly.  Be nice to my girl…yeah?”  

“What…I know the rules,” Bucky chuckled, getting a little more obnoxious.  He let the sheets fall away from himself as he stood from the bed and sauntered over to Steve and Blondie.  His arms wrapped low around Steve’s waist as he nibbled on his ear.  Blondie shifted even more uncomfortably, seeing Bucky’s hardened length gently probing Steve’s firm ass, “I share you with a girl of your choosing, just as you do the same for me.  You can’t stand Dolly, but I’m a team player.  I’m willing to let your girl in if she wants to interrupt on our time.  Let you have your turn on top when Dolly wanted to have fun with both of us…at least my girl understands that she won’t be able to break us up and attempts to be with both of us.”

“You two are always together, Bucky!”

“It’s Sergeant Barnes, Blondie!” Bucky said firmly as he shot her a glare, “we’re not on any sort of level of familiarity where you can call me that name.”

“Coming from the guy who’s dick I just saw two seconds ago.”

“Seeing it and having it inside of you are two different things.” He growled, “only two people in that house have the familiarity with me to be using my nickname and you’re not one of them.”

“Buck-“

“I doubt it could satisfy me,” she taunted, “I’m a-“

“Subway tunnel,” Bucky growled, cutting her off, “yeah, I kind of guessed that.  Maybe that’s why Steve prefers time with me than with you!  You know…even after a little time with Dolly he was willing to go down on her and plug her up…I’ll always find you annoying beyond all existence.”

“BUCK!” Steve said firmly, his eyes shooting over his shoulder to look at Bucky, “that’s enough!”

“Yeah, Buck.  That’s enough!” Blondie taunted.

Steve’s eyes shot back to hers just as quick, “that’s enough from the both of you!  Buck…Blondie is right, we do spend a lot of time together.  I know you checked in with Dolly, but maybe you should check on the rest of the house.  See if any of the girls need anything!  Blondie…I-I need to talk to you, so give Buck five minutes to get dressed, and then we can-“

“You’re not breaking up with me, are you?” she asked quickly, cutting the super soldier off, “I know that Barnes dropped Dolly officially so that another guy could sponsor her after the three of you were together, but-“

“We’ll talk about it alone, Blondie,” Steve sighed, “give me a few minutes to throw some clothes on too, okay?”

Before she could respond, Steve had shut the door in her face and had turned to his partner, “that wasn’t nice.”

“She’s a cunt.”

“For the time being, she’s still my sponsee!” Steve reminded Bucky as he wrapped his arms around his waist.  Bucky pulled Steve close to himself, making their lips connect.  Steve sighed, his eyes fluttering shut as he allowed himself to get lost in Bucky’s kiss. 

“Break up with her,” Bucky said softly as he broke the kiss just a moment later.  Steve eyed his partner down as Bucky walked back towards the bed, coaxing his lover to join him, “we can find a girl for both of us…one that we both like.  I dropped Dolly because you don’t like her!  And you were willing to fuck her for christ sakes.”

“You’re still fucking her!”

“Not exclusively,” Bucky said firmly.  He motioned for Steve to come forward, and the younger man sighed, allowing himself to get pulled back onto the bed.  He moaned when Bucky reached forward, stroking his cock.  Bucky’s lips ghosted over Steve’s and he shuddered, “I know you got your eye on a girl…we can take her on the shopping trip with us tomorrow…”

“Buck-“

“I’ll let you be on top this time,” he urged as he laid back and started guiding Steve gently between his cheeks and over his puckered ring of muscle, “Tell me you’ll think about it…I know you’ve been watching her for a while…you think you’re being sneaky, but you’re not.  I’ve seen you watching her, Stevie.  I know that you are not letting anyone sponsor her because they’ve started asking me for the rights to her…we can’t let the regulars she has keep asking us to sponsor her and deny giving a reason…”

“Buck-“

“Just say yes, Stevie,” Bucky purred against Steve’s ear as he began to nibble on it yet again.  Steve moaned, his hips instinctively grinding against his boyfriend’s ass, “I know you want to.  Picture it. The three of us.  Me.  You.  Bunny.  All making love together in our bed.  We’re both wildly attracted to her.  And the rest of the girls in the house love her.  They treat her like the house mom even though she’s on the younger side of the girls.  They respect her even without us making her part of our lives…think about it.  She could complete us, Steve!”

“Flip over,” the younger super soldier growled huskily.  Bucky’s eyes met Steve’s and he smiled, knowing that he was going to win the argument, “damn it, Buck…I said flip over…now!”

Bucky gave a playful yelp when Steve maneuvered him, flipping him onto his stomach in such a manner that it actually caught Bucky off guard.  He yelped again when Steve slapped his ass.

“STEVE!”

“Shut up, punk.  You want me to consider it…want me to dump Blondie…this is my price,” Steve growled playfully.  Bucky looked over his shoulder and Steve caught his lips with his own.  This time it was Bucky’s turn to melt into Steve.  When Steve broke the kiss this time he was smiling at Bucky, “I’m going to wreck you tonight, Barnes.”

“What happened to five minutes?” Bucky teased.

Steve growled at him as he ran his large hands over Bucky’s firm cheeks.  His cerulean eyes met Bucky’s near silver blue ones, “she can wait…we’re planning for our future!”

“Then she’s going to hear one hell of a show!” Bucky grinned as Steve reached over him to the bedside table to grab a condom. 

“Stop being such a brat…I’m giving you exactly what you want,” Steve teased, “I’m fucking you, and pissing her off in the process!”

“You wouldn’t love me nearly as much if I ever stopped being a brat,” Bucky taunted.  Steve unwrapped the condom and slid it over his length, before slapping it on his partner’s ass.  Bucky playfully wiggled his behind at his best friend before giving him a serious look, “I’m serious though, punk…tomorrow…we approach her…”

Steve stopped his ministrations and looked at Bucky, “you’re serious about this…aren’t you?  Really serious?”

“We both want her, Steve…and I’m done pretending that we don’t!” Bucky admitted softly, “she could bring us closer together.”

Steve nodded and sighed, “I don’t want to scare her off though…being with the both of us is a big ask.  One that we’ve never asked another girl.”

“Steve…”

Steve sighed, “ you win, Buck.  Tomorrow…you approach her!  If she’s open to the idea, we can both talk about it with her.”

“Good!” Bucky said victoriously, his mind already going back to the former task at hand, “now fuck me so hard that little cunt standing outside your door gets the message to fuck off!  You don’t belong to her anymore…it’s me and Bunny!”

“You haven’t even approached her yet, Buck…”

“I always get what I want, Steve…you know that!”

“Trust me, I know!” he groaned as he lined himself up with Bucky once more, “but just for the ultimatum, I’m not using any lube!”

“Jokes on you,” Bucky smirked, “I took the last of the cum that was on my length and scissored myself open with it while you went to answer the door…I’m good to go, Steve!”

“Good…because at this rate, I can go all day!”

[sidthedollface2]

Third Love

Ch 1 La Dama

Pairing: Eddie x Mexican Female Reader

Word count: 3.7k

Summary: Eddie tries to win over your affection and use you in hopes of getting signed to your dads record company. There's just one problem. Your situationship and a heartbreaking past that threatens to expose the darker side of you.

CW: MDNI 18+ Nightmares, mental illness, smut (p in v, bjs) Modern au Eddie, fuckboy Eddie. Spanish words. Reader with other man (not cheating). I gave you a cute lil nickname cuz youre a sweetie. 🍑

Prologue

"What's her name?" Eddie asked, flipping through his phone, swiping right on the dating app he was currently in, not once looking up at his bandmate. "They call her Peach." Gareth voiced sitting down on the chair next to Eddie, nervously picking the skin around his nails. "Does she have a fat ass?" Eddie questioned, eyebrow arched with a dimpled grin, now swiping left. Shaking his head Gareth continued. "I don't know man, Her uh.. her dads in the business though." Eddie smirked as he looked up from his phone. A sly smile graced his face, thinking of all the ways he could weasel his way into your social circle and finally get the band a record deal. "Don't even think about it Ed, she's not like that. And neither are you, especially after New York." Eddie scoffed and stared at the man before him, eyes burning a hole through Gareth's forehead. Eddie had a reputation for being a bad boy, always getting into trouble or being at the wrong place at the wrong time. He had an even worse reputation with women. After he broke off things with Becky he'd use women any chance he got and not even gracing them with a call back.

Maybe he was still bitter for what had transpired between them but to Eddie right now a hole was a hole. "What's that supposed to mean asshole?" Gareth huffed, and kicked his feet up on the coffee table, twisting the copper cap off his beer. "Look man, I know how it goes. I get your still pissed about she who shall not be named, but you can't just fuck everything that moves." It was true. Eddie had gotten the routine down to a T. Saturday nights He'd play his Warlock with all the passion and desire one would when trying to make it big. Large strong hands flying swifty over the neck of his sweetheart, Strong fingers holding his pick and gliding over the strings for each chord played beautifully and to perfection. His hair thrashed back and forth as he bounced and swayed feeling the music and energy of the crowd. He'd then scan the front row and pick his favorite out of the screaming groupies. He didn't have a preference on what they looked like or how they acted "the sluttier the better" he had once told Gareth. He knew the minute he was done with them he'd never call or see them again.

One wide smile and wink from Eddie was all it took for the busty blonde to follow him backstage. Within 5 min he'd have her bent over in the back of his van. Hands grabbing the plush of blondies backside while he thrusted deep within her. Every forceful thrust resulting in muffled moans and cries from the slut beneath him. Once he was done he'd toss them their clothes and shoo them on their merry way. He never gave out his number and tossed every number that was given to him. He wasn't looking for a relationship, he just wanted to get his dick wet on the daily. "Yeah, well those girls are sluts, what makes Peach so different?" Gareth stood up from the couch and paced the living room throwing his arms up in frustration. "Have you even been listening to me?!! Her dad is CEO of Twisted Records in Los Angeles! Thats what makes her different! She has connections!! Real fucking connections." Gareth stopped in front of Eddie and looked at him like something else was on his mind. "Go one spit it out" waving a hand in front of Gareth signaling him to continue. "My buddy Nick is having a party and she's gonna be there. We gotta go man. That's our way in." Eddie thought the name sounded familiar. Rubbing the stubble on his chin he stood up and walked to the cupboards, reaching for his salted pretzels and popping a few into his awaiting mouth. "Are you talking about Nick from Glass House? Holy shit are they trying to get signed too?" Taking a sip of his beer Gareth nodded his head in confirmation." Yeah apparently the lead singer Sebastian has the same idea we do." Eddie scoffed at this information, both boys acknowledged that if Glass House was also trying to get signed they needed to act fast.

Eddie intended to sweep you off your feet before Sebastian could even try. He hoped that by Saturday Night he'd have you so cock drunk you wouldn't be able to stay away from him therefore being a shoe in with your dad and landing him and the rest of Corroded Coffin a record deal. Little did Eddie know that getting you to fall for him was going to be much harder than he thought, considering it had been less than a year since your attack.

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By the time you were released from the hospital all your belongings from your childhood home had been moved into a smaller, more secluded area with 24/7 security and advanced motion sensors in place. It was your decision to continue working, trying to busy the chaos that took place in your mind. Your dad had told you it wasn't necessary and he only wanted you to heal and get the medical help you desperately needed.

Currently your mental state was hanging by a thread as the events from that tragic night often played in your mind. Your mother brought you into this world and you held her tightly to your chest as she took her final breaths. The heartache and pain are sometimes unbearable, but you find solace in knowing you said your goodbyes. She didn't pass alone and for that you're grateful, the wounds caused by her death scab over, only to rip back open at any given time.

Sleep wasn't enjoyable like it once was, leaving too much stillness only brought the pain from the inside to the outside. You can't remember if the screams from your nightmares were hers or your own but you find yourself locked in your bathroom, hugging yourself tightly, rocking back and forth with your tear stained face pressed against your knees."You didn't show me how to live without you. I. I. Miss you so much. I can't do this. I can still see your face. I needed more time." Hiccuping sobs escape your trembling lips, saddened words spoken to the cold tile of your bathroom floor where the only form of comfort felt were your own arms tightly wrapped around your shins.

"Mija estás bien?" The knock at the door startles you, the worried voice of your dad has you blinking back tears.

"It's me, I'm coming in." He announces, as the handle turns and his large frame fills the space in the bathroom. His eyes are wet, clearly terrified at the state his daughter is in. Not used to giving comfort when needed he breaks that cultural norm and envelopes your trembling body in a tight hug that only loving fathers know how to give. "No puedes vivir con este dolor hija, dame lo a mí." Your dad cried on that floor with you, begging to release all your pain onto him, he was strong enough to carry it for the both of you. Sleep came easily that night, and soon enough you found that rest became better with someone else.

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Friday

Being the VP of A&R your work consists of mostly networking, which usually means attending live music events. Concerts, open mics, festivals, and private music industry events. Something you were able to do in the comfort of your home was review a long list of demos and toggle through multiple social media accounts, looking and listening for the next big hit. Staying home was no longer an option, if your dad was going to pass the company down to you you needed to be out there, socializing with producers, meeting potential talent and becoming the strong fierce woman your mother taught you to be. Making genuine friends and relationships has always been hard for you. Did they value your friendship as much as you did or were you just a stepping stone to further their career. Were all your relationships one sided? Did they fall for you or did they trip you only to step on your back and reach for that record deal dangling in your dads hands. One thing for sure, every interaction was to be met with skepticism. Everyone you met wanted a hand in the cookie jar, and since witnessing ur moms death, it had changed everything. Life was fragile and at any moment it could be taken from you. The urge to find your forever person lay heavy on your heart, cement walls built so high it would take one man a lifetime to claw his way through. Maybe seeing your parents' love cut short made you crave arms to hold you at your worst, tender soft kisses and gentle hands. Whispers of sweet nothings only for your ears to hear. Although the man laying behind you held you tight to his chest and caressed every inch of your body with soft slow strokes it wasn't enough because he wanted something from you, just like they all did.

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A mumbled "morning" breaches the man's lips as he nuzzles his head in the crease of your neck inhaling the floral scent of your shampoo. Your eyes slowly adjust to the sun peeking through. Checking the time you quickly jolt up frantically searching for your clothes. "Nooo kitten, stay in bed." Missing your warmth next to him he pats the bed beckoning you back next to his side. "You weren't supposed to stay." You sigh quickly brushing your hair and gathering your purse for your meeting that you were going to be late to. Groaning the man stands and at 6ft 3 he towers over you concern laced in his eyes. " I thought we were over this? I just wanna be with you." Sebastian embraces you, gently gliding his hands up and down your arms. He places a kiss atop your head as he releases you. Lies. It's all lies. Sebastians been trying to be more than what you both were currently in. Him wanting to be exclusive and you keeping your heart guarded. Afraid that once his band was signed that he'd leave you, becoming just a distant memory and an inspiration for a break up song. You smile brightly, giving him a peck on the cheek and rushing out to your car, refusing to continue the conversation.

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You spend the next 14 hours meeting with managers, producers, future talent and settle any disputes between assistants and the current artists signed to the label. Utterly exhausted from your long day you find yourself knocking on Sebastian's front door. Ever since your Moms tragic passing you were too scared to sleep alone. Always opting for warm arms to keep you safe or the company of your best friend, who at the moment was out of town with the love of her life. Love, oh how you wished it would find you. No one ever spoke the words to you. Even if they did, you always feared that they had fallen in love with the idea of you or that you'd fall so hard and deep for them just for muttering those three words. Before Sebastian there were others but currently he offered peace to your troubled mind.

Opening the door Sebastian embraces you, placing a kiss on the crown of your head as he always does. Stepping aside he lets you into his home that he shares with his bandmates. Grabbing your soft small hand he leads you up the stairs to his bedroom. The room has a soft glow from the bedside lamp and his laptop is perched open on the desk. You notice Multiple instruments are scattered around the room and wonder if you interrupted his session. "Were you working?" You question pointing to the guitar laying on his bed. "Yeah, wanna hear it?" Sebastian smiles, gently removing his guitar so you could lay down. "It's not done yet but I'd love to know what you think." Snuggling under the covers you gesture for him to begin. It takes 2 minutes for his sultry voice to lure you to sleep and he takes this time to study all your features. His deep brown eyes record every scar, beauty mark and freckle that graces your beautiful face and wishes more than anything that you feel even an ounce of adoration he feels for you. Quietly he removes his shirt and cuddles close behind you. His bare chest to your clothed back and god he craves skin to skin contact. So he pulls you close, arm over the dip of your waist and settles for the warmth of his large hand caressing the smooth skin of your tummy. Nuzzling the curve of your neck he whispers "Stay till morning."

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Saturday

Eddie and Gareth had arrived at the party early, not wanting to miss out on the opportunity to see you in the flesh. He wondered if other bands were here to get noticed by you or if they were here for the groupies, which currently many had made their way through the door. Tired of gawking and looking like a creep he went inside in search of a restroom. Seeing as many more people had filled the inside of the house, hallways had narrowed and soon Eddie was bumping into people and excusing himself. Quickly rounding the corner to finally reach the restroom Eddie's arms shot out to prevent his crotch from grazing the plush of someones ass but it happened too fast and it was too late. Contact had been made and Eddies dick twitched at the sensation. You had dropped your phone and on the way to pick it up Eddie had accidently ran into your behind. Rough hands on your hips to prevent the collision was futile. Quickly removing his hands from your body Eddie apologized profusely. "Shit. Im so fucking sorry. I didn't see you and uh. I shouldn't have gra...."

Eddie froze because in that moment his heart skipped a beat, butterflies took flight within his stomach, and if angels were real he's sure you'd be their queen. Clearing his throat and extending his hand to you he introduced himself. "I'm Eddie." You giggled at the thought of telling him your name but you met his rough hand with your soft one anyway. "You can call me Peach."

"Of course it's Peach" Eddie smirked, given the manner in how you both met, hilarity ensued and you both were doubled over in laughter. Your laugh was so angelic he wished to hear it every morning as his wake up call, until someone cleared their throat.

"What's so funny?" Sebastian questioned looking down at Eddie while placing his arm around your shoulders, showcasing ownership of you. Eddie almost missed the way you tensed under Sebastian's arm and slightly leaned away. "Oh, this is Eddie, he just accidently bumped into me." You swallowed. "And Eddie, this is Sebastian." You look up to Sebastian gauging his reaction.

Both men looked each other up and down. Eddie was slighting shorter and more muscular while Sebastian was tall and lanky. Both had a similar style. Eddie wore jeans with rips in the kneecaps and his iconic Hellfire shirt while Sebastian had black slacks and a white t-shirt that displayed both his sleeves of tattoos. "Hmmm, do I know you from somewhere?" Sebastian asked, pulling you in closer to his side."Don't think so man." Which was a lie, Corroded Coffin and Glass House both played Battle of the Bands a few months back, it had been the first few shows they played in California.

"Yea actually I remember now." Wagging his finger toward Eddie Sebastian continued. "Battle of the bands. You were there with.... what was her name...oh Kelly!" Pulling his lips between his teeth Eddie looked down ashamed that he couldn't remember this Kelly girl. "Must have been a fling." He shrugged, placing both hands in his pockets and staring at you sheepishly. He knew Sebastian was trying to make him look bad in front of you. He wondered if you two were together and why you seemed to tense up around him.

"There's lots of girls here to satiate an appetite, just not this one." Sebastian countered, sensing his glares at Eddie, you placed your hand on his tummy signaling Sebastian to back off. "Eddie, it was nice meeting you, but I have some mingling to do, and I hope you enjoy the lovely ladies." You give a tight lipped smile and proceed to walk down the stairs with Sebastian at your side, when Eddies calloused hands from years of playing gently grab your hand from behind. Glancing down you see his thumb ghosting over your delicate fingers. A touch so tender and pure yet every neuron in your body buzzes with static, charging up to reach capacity just waiting to burst. Your gaze meets Eddie's eyes, and his pupils dilate in acknowledgement of the current traveling between you. Stunned by the shock he blinks back to reality and the words 'I'll see you around' escapes his lips. With a wink and wide smile he releases your hand and stares as you descend the remaining steps.

For the rest of the night Eddie watches you interact with guests. He observes how affectionate everyone is to you. Constantly getting hugged, different hands gripping your elbow or being placed on your shoulders. Men placing their hands on the small of your back to walk past you. Women giving you tight hugs and kisses on your cheek. He furrowed his eyebrows as guys try to innocently squeeze behind you knowing very well what their true intentions are. It makes him sick knowing that he was one of them. From the looks of it you seemed to not be bothered by people pulling you here and there, yet there's a hyper vigilance that doesn't let you relax. You're constantly scanning and locking eyes with everyone who passes you, giving them the green light to show you their social media pages and slipping you their phone numbers. Throughout the entire night he noticed Sebastian was never far behind. "You're being a creep." Gareth teased as he slapped eddies back in a bro hug. Eddie laughed and told Gareth how he accidently bumped into you. "Looks like Sebastian beat us to it man." Eddie took a sip of his beer gesturing towards both of you. Sebastian had placed a tender kiss on your head and was walking you out." Nah man it's not what you think, i'll tell you tomorrow." Gareth whispered afraid someone would hear. Both men talked quickly and decided they would figure out a new strategy. As Eddie was walking out he could hear voices in the distance and saw you standing between Sebastian's legs as he leaned his back against a car, His hands were cupping your face and he was looking deep within your eyes. Eddie could hear him ask you a question.

"Come on kitten, just a kiss. Hmm?" Sebastian cooed. Pulling you closer and running his hands down your arms to settle on your hips. You smiled shyly, stood on your tippy toes and locked lips with Sebastians. His lips were dry and chapped compared to yours soft and supple. Parting his lips he ran his tongue along the seam of your mouth begging for permission to deepen the kiss. Before you could gently push away his large hands grabbed at your ass pulling you up to his waist. You squealed and swatted at his chest. Moving your mouth away from him he found the soft curve of your neck as he turned around and placed you on the hood of his car. "Sebastian stop." You pleaded through your giggles. "I'm ticklish" You squealed. "Never" he replied, peppering kisses down your neck. Hugging you close and placing a final kiss to your forehead. "Why don't you stay with me tonight? Please."

The sound of chains caught your attention as Eddie walked out to his car. "Sorry, didn't mean to scare you." Putting his hands up in surrender and smiling innocently. You hop down from Sebastian's car telling him goodnight with a quick peck to the cheek as you walk with Eddie to his car. Looking behind him Eddie eyes Sebastian's hard glare and just smirks in victory at getting you alone.

"Is he your boyfriend?" Eddie questioned throwing a thumb over his shoulder to a retreating Sebastian. You sigh contemplating your response. "Shit" Eddie pats his front and back pockets in a panic. Pulling out his keys and lighter but not finding what he was looking for."I think I left my phone inside." Looking towards the house, Eddies hopeful it's still there. "Oh! here you can use mine to call, maybe we could hear it." You hand Eddie your phone so he could punch his number in and as you both head towards the house you hear the buzz and ring of a muffled phone. Searching the ground and the area nearby Eddie chuckles as he sees the glow under his seat through his car window. "Must have fallen out of my pocket." Fumbling with his key in the door it unlocks and he retrieves his phone from under the seat. Checking the screen he smiles at the 1 missed call and the 10 digits of your number. Gotcha.

"It's getting late i should really get going." You announce with a shy wave, stepping back, crossing the street to your car. Eddie nods in agreement and walks you to your door, his chains clinking with every step. He holds the door open for you as you sit in and fasten your seatbelt. "Drive safe yeah?" You smile and nod as Eddie gently closes the door and he watches as you drive away. For the entire ride back home you think of Eddies soft brown eyes and his dimpled smile. The silver rings on his fingers when he grabbed your hand on the stairs and the heat you felt when his palms had met the delicate curve of your hips. You wonder if he had felt the burst of energy between you or if it was one sided. Probably one sided.

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What is Vexy and Hackus relation with their sister Smurfette Hefty , Clumsy and Brainy ?

Well, this gave me ideas for more little animatics. Anyways!

Smurfette:

Naturally, once Smurfette started mentioning Gargamel, Vexy and Hackus got paranoid. Until Vexy questioned how Smurfette knew about Gargamel. When Smurfette awkwardly gave a brief explanation of her origin, Vexy and Hackus make the connection and give a similar story. They of course get pretty teary eyed after being reunited with their long lost sibling.

After getting events of the events of the lost village movie, they do struggle a bit to spend time together as siblings, but it slowly builds. As the song "God Games" said, "Trust is not given, it's forged." It's kinda like adoption in a way. It takes time for family bonds to form, and not everyone is born into that bond from the get go (This is just my interpretation of it). But over time, the three become closer and Hackus even makes a small carving of them.

Hefty:

Like the other Smurf girls, Vexy and Hackus were wary of Hefty, Brainy, and Clumsy. But Hackus quickly warmed up to most of them once he learned he wasn't the only boy Smurf. "Most of them..."

Vexy is pretty tolerant of Hefty, and occasionally teases Smurfette about her and Hefty's "Friendship." While Hackus... He just doesn't like him. For like no reason. Pretty sure not even Hackus himself knows why. Even after getting to know Hefty better, he gets subtly annoyed around him (probably another Doctor Delicate Smurf situation). Though, he is willing to help him when Hefty really needs it.

Brainy:

Brainy was very startled by Hackus, though they are more of acquaintances. Brainy sees him as a combination of Dimwitty and Hefty, while Hackus barely understands Brainy's overcomplicated explanations.

On the other hand , Vexy and Brainy get along surprisingly well. It's kinda hard to explain. They work together on occasion, like planning events or working on a prank for someone, like Jokey. While they do get on each others nerves occasionally, they kinda relate to each other when it comes to certain red head smurfs who have hurt themselves on more than one occasion.

Clumsy:

Hackus and Clumsy got along the best, since Hackus is a bit of a klutz himself. Hackus will sometimes invites Clumsy, and Dimwitty, to his spear training. Clumsy also has a small wooden carving from Hackus, a sign of friendship from Hackus.

Vexy, while she wanted to tease Clumsy as well, couldn't really find herself to do it. She honestly sees a bit of her brother in him, and it makes her feel a bit bad. The Smurf's too Innocent. She gave hi a nickname like the others though.

Vexy's nicknames:

Smurfette - Blondie

Hefty - Muscle Head

Brainy - Nerd

Clumsy - Klutzy

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Fairy Prince - Hearts of Leviathans - Ch.18

Character: Sky x male reader, Riven x male reader, Brandon x male reader

Universe: Somewhere in Winx Club/Saga

Warnings: None

Whispers followed my confident question. Of course, I know the two are still on my list, but I don't care which would be my next enemy, even though I hope it will be the blonde, possibly the cruelest, who gave me moldy food and used me as a punching bag. All because he believes the rumors.

But neither seems ready to take a step forward. With a deep sigh, I stick my sword into the ground, ready to degrade the people who believe they are at the pinnacle of military power. That was until the blonde steps forward out of nowhere.

“You’re too cocky. You may have defeated Riven, but you’re just a pervert.”

At this point, that nickname doesn't even bother me anymore. I just don't like that such a lie could destroy the reputation I've built by winning a war I never wanted to be a part of. But my growing anger dissipated as I remind myself that no one there actually knows who I am.

“Can we start this fight?” I ask the instructor, to which he nods. A second later begins the fight verbally.

"You will go under, metal can never defeat plasma-"

Before the blonde could even finish his sentence, I cut the plasma blade in a single movement and held my sword to his neck. With a grin, I move my head close to his ear and whisper, "That's called the viper bite. I usually would have had a dagger in my left hand, so this snake only has one tooth."

Without waiting for a second, I stab him in the neck with the tip of the blade, only to draw out a single drop of blood before kicking his legs in and causing him to fall to the ground while also turning away in the same motion so I can would not be torn down with him. As he lies shocked on the ground, I'm standing over him with the point of my sword at his throat. A crashing sound followed his quick defeat. His weapon, which flew a few meters due to his fall, suddenly bursts as the energy crystal explodes into a thousand pieces.

Once again, everyone around us is speechless. When he looks at Saladin, it is clear that he has already resigned himself to his fate. Fully aware that his people had done something unforgivable. Now that he can see that my grandfather did not lie to him.

I kneel next to Blondie and stare into his clear blue eyes. A beauty of innocence, but they couldn't fool me. He's not the first pretty boy to try to catch me with feigned innocence, although the first one actually managed to trap me this way. His eyes were even clearer than those of the blonde below me, his hair dark and curly. I could feel my face fall. Why do I have to remember him now?

“You were so arrogant it was almost cute,” I whisper as I swallow the sadness building inside me. "Your grip is strong for a swordsman, but you are as flexible as a tree, and your footwork is almost worse than Riven's," I sigh deeply, "you have a lot of training ahead of you."

After giving him these tips, I stand up and walk away. But there's a strange feeling in the pit of my stomach. Out of reflex, I raise my sword again to keep it behind me. A clinking sound and the feeling of something falling to the floor unnerves me. As I look over my shoulder, my blood begins to boil. There is a small dagger on the ground. I can't believe that an honorable soldier raised with the principles of a knight would do such a thing. It leaves me speechless.

At that moment, something just snapped inside me. The anger rising within me simply broke my patience. With my fist clenched, I turn around and run towards the blonde guy lying on the ground, who is grinning at me so smugly. It just makes me even angrier.

My hand hurt and burned after just a few hits. His face is hard, the bones so strong that I may have done more damage to my hand than to his face. But when people finally pull me away from him, his face is pretty beaten up, bloody, and swollen.

It actually took the specialists five men to pull me away from the dishonorable blonde idiot. They try to calm me down, but none of their words could do anything for me as they have looked down on me the whole time and still call me a pervert just because their walnut brains can't comprehend a male magic fairy.

As I am restrained, I close my eyes and begin to breathe lightly again, soothing my own mind with memories of the warmth of my childhood. But even that can only get me so far if the same person who sparked my anger keeps humiliating me, which is what the blonde does. Even after I beat him to a pulp, he couldn't stop insulting me. Luckily, I didn't react, which shows the guys holding me that I'm no longer a threat. At least, that's what they thought.

Then, as soon as they release me, I run forward, to everyone's visible and audible horror. With my sword before me, I am ready to strike him down. His eyes were as wide as possible with his swollen, almost blocked eyes. Another man is holding him, looking pale and fearing for his own life, although my blade wouldn't hit him as my only target is the monster he is helping.

With my eyes burning and my blade inches from his face, I prepare to kill another person. In my anger, I wait for blood to spray all over me. But it didn't happen, not even a little bit.

Instead, when I come back to my senses, my blade has been stopped by another. A massive, green greatsword. The wielder, someone I never thought would do this. I stare at him through gritted teeth and ask him in a whisper, "What are you doing? Let me kill the smug, arrogant dimwit!"

“I can’t allow that,” he answers quietly, as softly as he had always spoken to me. “He is my knight.”

“Knight?” I ask mockingly. “A knight would never be this underhanded! Throwing a knife in my back? You must be joking."

The brown-haired man briefly looks back at his knight. For a second, I even imagined seeing a momentary flash of disappointment in them, but before I could be sure, he turns forward again. Instead, all I could see was his determination to protect his knight regardless of what he had done.

I try to push him away, but the only thing that happens in return is he shoves me back instead. Startled, I stare at him with shocked eyes. My gaze even involuntarily wanders down my arms to my sword. But there's nothing wrong. So, how could he push me away so easily? His attention is already back on his knight.

"I'm sorry for my knight Brandon, but you can't just kill everyone who does something to you."

I roll my eyes and could only scoff. Once again, I'm beyond annoyed by his insolence. But to calm him down, I take a few steps away, preparing for the next fight.

“If I kill everyone who lied about me or said words to me that I don't like, no one here would be left alive.”

I could see and hear a heavy swallow going down his throat, by his Adam's apple bobbing up and down. Because he knows I'm right. I grin at having the upper hand and hold my sword out to him.

“A bet,” I offer him.

"What?" he asks, increasingly confused.

“A bet,” I repeat myself more slowly, “If I win against you, too, I want everyone in your group to grant me one wish.”

"Is that all?"

“No,” you smiled evilly, “I want one of you three to be my assistant, loyal and cooperative.”

“And what if I win?”

“Whatever you want,” I tell him, staring into his eyes, never breaking eye contact, which makes him visibly uncomfortable.

The brown-haired man turns to his friends. They both approach him, and as they speak quietly, I look around; the atmosphere is more tense. Many people watch my every move with a disdain I've never felt before. Why do these people hate me? Is it really just because I wanted to follow my birthright? Would they change if they realized the error in their beliefs? I don't think so, but only time will tell.

I stand there for a minute, staring at the three guys heatedly arguing about my bet. But to be honest, it has quickly become boring. I look up and stare at the sun for only a moment before just looking at my fingernails.

At some point, I must've zoned out because I have only come to my senses after I feel someone pushing me. I shake my head to clear it and see the instructor in front of me, his face twisted in disgust. He doesn't say a word. He only looks down at me as if I'm inferior to him.

Already ticked off, I feel my magic tingling in my hand, ready to bring this man back down to the ground where he belongs. But luckily for him, I catch Saladin's eye as he shakes his head. Annoyed, I let go of the magic building in my left hand, a spell that would've electrified the man to a crisp. However, when I let it go, my arm glows with lighting. It even affects my eyes, with which I stare directly into the teachers' orbs. I could see him swallowing in fear, exactly what I wanted to see.

"Let's get this over with," I mumble impatiently. "Are you ready, pretty boy?"

The brunette guy turns and looks around, but to his visible shock, my eyes are solely on him. It took me a moment too long for my liking to understand that he didn't think I could ever mean him. I call out to him, ready to pounce him, already in my attack stance. Then, and only then, it apparently dawned on him that I could actually mean him. He blushes a little but stood his ground.

Soon, the instructor begins our fight. Unlike the other two times, I don't move instantly and stare at my opponent. Strangely, he doesn't get as nervous as I thought he would. Smiling, hoping he is more than what meets the eye. After a few minutes, he still didn't make his first move, so I did it for him.

Instead of walking, I go down a little. I angle my feet and stand still for a second, only to suddenly start sprinting. My opponent's eyes widen due to my high speed. He could barely react in time to raise his sword into the sky and bring it down a moment later. Seeing this, I hold up my sword, blocking his attack with ease, holding his greatsword slightly above me. Not many people actually fight with a greatsword, as a metal sword of this size is heavy and difficult to handle. But since only the handle is made from metal and the blade comes from a plasma crystal, the weight is certainly not an issue.

I can see the terror in his eyes that even with the power he has put into his sword, I find it so easy to block his attack. Although I feel the pressure he's putting on my sword with his due to his immense strength, I don't show it to make him suffer psychologically. He is strong but not very smart. He could have tried to push me to the ground using his legs or even removing one of his hands from the hilt of his sword since I'm sure he could wield it with one hand. But he doesn't do it. His only way of fighting is direct. This is honorable, but it doesn't work in a real fight.

There were many different ways I could end this fight, even honorably. But what's fun in it? I grin because I know the third fight is almost over. But suddenly, the pressure on my sword grew exponentially. Confused, I raise my gaze up to my opponent. He wears a determined expression on his almost saintly features, portraying nothing but displeasure at the moment.

Soon, I could hear a cracking sound under my feet, and even my left hand begins to hurt from still blocking the brutes strike. I could hold the position if I have to. But to get through this fight unscathed, I really need to do something soon. 

I let my sword waver under the growing pressure, gazing at my opponent's handsome features and waiting for him to smile.

And just as I think about it - not even a few seconds later - a big smile appears on his face because he believes he will win the fight and everything he wants from me. Now that I know he's already going berserk, I can finally end the fight.

I let my sword glide down the plasma greatsword and duck under it faster than the guy before me could react since he's out of his mind. Barely past the sword hanging above my head, I hear it crash into the stone, which cracked further under the enormous pressure exerted on it. My sword helped it come down further away from me. As soon as I feel my sword release from the pressure, I pull it towards me and quickly upwards. I quickly approach my opponent, and in an instant, I am standing in front of him, the sharp blade of my sword at his throat, cutting his skin lightly to bring him out of his rage.

The guy's eyes quickly clear again. The whitish, murky eyes turn into a warm hazel brown. To say it shocks me would be an understatement. I rarely found eyes beautiful, but these? They are from a different world.

“Man, you have beautiful eyes,” I murmur. It's only when I see the increasing blush on my opponent's cheeks that I realize that I actually said those words out loud and not only in my head. Embarrassed, I turn my head away but don't step away from him. "What's your name?"

He clears his throat, trying to hide his blush and replacing it with a grin.

“Sky,” he replies politely, a certain arrogance in his voice as if he is playing a role.

"Just Sky?“

“Prince Sky of Eraklyon.“

I stare at him dumbfounded, my mouth slightly open. He must have taken it to mean that I am amazed that he is actually a prince, but why should I? Instead, I look around. For a moment too long, my eyes are focused on the blonde guy that the guy in front of me called Brandon. He must have seen me staring at him because he moves nervously on his feet.

“Are you sure you're the Prince of the Golden Lion?” 

“Yes,” he says, less confident than before.

“Okay,” I whisper back and sheathe my sword. I step back from him and bow to him mockingly with a slight wink, ready to put an end to this show fight.

I turn to Saladin and the others. Everyone is stunned. It feels good, but I'm still not satisfied for some reason. My eyes shift to Cory, but his gaze is focused on the rest of the forest and seemed struck by its beauty. But he couldn't fool me. With a furious gaze, I stare at him. It didn't take long for him to look at me, but he immediately looks away. He tries to pretend he didn't see my angry eyes.

“Let’s fight!” I shout to him.

Cory groans in annoyance, throwing his head back, refusing to acknowledge me. However, when some specialists persist in bothering him, he reluctantly looks in my direction. It's clear he doesn't want to engage in any conflict with me. All I could do is smile confidently at him.

But Corey wasn't lucky that day because, as my best friend's older brother, I know how to rile him up. I change my face to a cold facade, straighten my back fully, slam the tip of my sword into the ground, and walk towards him. I caught a suspicious look out of the corner of my eye, but he didn't move away, most likely to protect his honor. I mean, who would run away from a rookie, right?

As I approach him, I maintain a serious expression and don't even offer a slight smile. I move around him in a circle, like the superior predator that I know I am.

“I understand you’re afraid of me, Corey,” I start murmuring. Almost immediately, I could feel his gaze on me. But I don't know if he's already figured out what I'm trying to do or if I've already got him hooked. Anyway, it's just the beginning. “Since Richard's failed expedition put your family's name in jeopardy, and your little brother was never able to defeat me even when I was supposed to be a fairy, I understand you are afraid of failure. Especially now that my grandfather has taken a liking to you and your family.”

“Shut it!” Cory warns me quietly. All eyes were on us, but our voices were so quiet that few could hear our words.

As soon as those disrespectful words left his big mouth, I finally stop some distance away from him. I grin at him. It didn't take long for him to realize my end goal. His eyes widen in panic, and he tries to reach out to me to apologize, but it's too late already.

“I demand retribution for this disrespect,” I say loudly. “I demand a Dorbikurr!”

The murmuring crowd abruptly fell silent. Although most probably have no idea what "Dorbikurr" means, the heavy tone of the word is probably enough to convey that it's not something easy or positive.

For as long as I've known him, Cory has never looked so shocked.

“Are you in your right mind?” he asks me in a panic. “I am a close graduate of the Red Fountain Academy. Do you think you can beat me? You know what would happen if I win, right?”

"I have to give up everything and become your servant forever. Corey, do you think I'm stupid?" I ask him rhetorically, my grin growing wider.

Even though I would lose everything if I lose to him, he wouldn't suffer the same fate. As the one challenged to this sacred duel, he would only lose his ability to ever hurt me. He cannot fight me in the future, tarnish my reputation, or oppose me in any way, and if he learns of a plot to harm me, he must inform me. Nothing in this world or any other can break the sacred promise.

He sighs as he resigns to his fate. Seemingly confident he would win. Even though I challenged him, is he really this stupid or just too cocky. Either way, I'll be sure to wipe away the growing smirk on his face.

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