#or to write; actually. i could do lil drabbles if there's anyone out there who actually enjoys my writing.

[darylbae]

Pls could you write daryl dixon x fem!reader at the kingdom? carol and ezekiel took in a worn out and struggling woman and have been helping her get back on her feet. daryl comes along and teaches her to hunt and maybe r lost some memory but got a bit back when she shot her first animal w daryl maybe she’s actually a vvv good hunter

crack shot — daryl dixon 🩰

in which you find the kingdom, and an archer who's willing to train you.

note: love this, going to make a lil drabble of this.

You'd been alone for a long time. You'd survived with your stealth and trusty knives, but it was getting harder. Your backpack of supplies were low, you hadn't found a proper place to settle down, and you'd recently injured yourself trying to hide from a horde of walkers. Until you'd been found passed out from blood loss sat on a branch in a tree. A man, who spoke as if he'd been pulled from a fantasy book, and a woman, who seemed the exact opposite of him. And yet they worked together well enough to get you back to wherever it is they call home. The Kingdom.

That was almost a month ago. You'd spent a long while recovering, getting to know the Kingdom and it's people, and helping out with your very minimal mobility. Turns out your injury had been worse than you or anyone had thought. When Carol, the woman who found you, had sat at your bedside to question you, you appeared to have lost any knowledge of what's happened. Memories muddle into one, not being clear enough to decipher. You'd forgotten a lot of your life before this, but you assumed that was because the world had changed so drastically. You remembered some long-term things, like family members you had, what was happening in the world at this point in time, and where you were born, but everything else had fallen short. It was time to start building you back up. Carol would visit you a lot, bringing you things to eat, taking you around on walks to show you how things are going, and today she had other ideas in mind. "So," Carol sighed, sitting next to your bed once again, "I think you've recovered enough to start doing something. I've asked a friend to train you in dealing with walkers. Just to make sure you can defend yourself still." You nodded, finishing lacing up your boots and getting out of bed. "Who? Jerry? Because I love Jerry." Carol laughed. "No, an old friend of mine offered to help actually. He's waiting outside."

Carol had taken you outside, and stood in front of the both of you, was God himself. Everything you'd liked in a man, he was here. But you pushed those thoughts to the back of your brain, focusing on learning. "This is Daryl," Carol introduced him, and he held the strap of his crossbow on his shoulder, giving you a quick look up and down, and a nod. "He's going to take you hunting today."

The two of you had left the Kingdom, quietly walking towards the woods. "Carol said you forgot everythin'," he mumbled, his voice gruff but it pushed a few buttons for you, "that sucks." "Yeah. It's a strange feeling. I don't really remember much except the family I had, and how the world turned out like this." You explained. "So you're a hunter?" He nodded. "I'm good at it. Been doin' it all my life." "Well I hope I catch a good deer or something for Carol and Ezekiel."

It had been a long, slow day. You'd spent a long time just walking through the woods silently, trying not to scare any wildlife away. With the occasional "come 'ere" from Daryl. But you'd finally found a deer; stood gracefully between two trees, sniffing at the ground. Daryl raised his crossbow, explaining how to use it. "Wait," you exclaimed in a whisper, "can I do it?" Daryl handed you his crossbow, and before he'd opened his mouth about how to hold it, you'd fired the arrow and it landed perfectly into the deer, killing it in the most humane way. He was in shock, analyzing your features for any signs of shock. "You done this before?" He asked, slinging his crossbow over his shoulder again before following you towards the deer. "Maybe? I don't know. It just felt natural to me." You answered, and he was still reeling from how impressed he was. "Have to take you huntin' with me all the time now, crack shot."

[diamonddaze01]

⋆｡°✩ n o t e : thank you to everyone who tagged me in this ( @sungbeam , @petrichor-han , @haologram)! took me forever to finally get around to it, but excited to share my wrapped for this year!

⋆｡°✩ on poetry and homecomings - yoon jeonghan

⋆｡°✩ n o t e s : my first ever fic! based on a quote by the fantastic palestinian poet mahmoud darwish. something about the words, "If I ever see a flaw of yours, I'd say my eyes are the flawed ones" made something in my heart twinge in the most beautiful way. a purely self indulgent fic i wrote after an exhausting work week, and suddenly, here we are, 3 months later.

⋆｡°✩ plan b-day - hong jisoo

⋆｡°✩ n o t e s : my last fic of 2024! a lil drabble for the loveliest boy. no real notes on this, other than i am sure that murphy's law somehow targets me 50000x more than the average human being. again, purely self-indulgent, but also a wonderful way to close out the year.

⋆｡°✩ baby, darling, light of my entire life - choi seungcheol

⋆｡°✩ n o t e s : the idea for this came to me after a crazy night out. though i myself have not gotten to this level of drunk yet, i definitely would scream about how pretty choi seungcheol is any day, any time. i was actually shocked when this blew up - it wasn't my favorite piece i'd written at the time, and i woke up one morning and it had skyrocketed from maybe 100 notes to upwards of 600 in one night. weirdly, i think this was maybe the third thing i had ever posted to this blog and it made me so happy that people actually enjoyed my writing. bdlomel, ily <3

⋆｡°✩ full throttle part i | full throttle part ii - yoon jeonghan

⋆｡°✩ n o t e s : oh, full throttle, what to say about you (i am combining both parts into one fic - the only reason there are two parts is bc tumblr is a bitch about formatting). there are few things that exhausted me, exhilerated me, enraged me, and made me feel as proud as i do looking at this finished fic. three weeks of non-stop writing every day after work, jotting down notes in the cleanroom and during lunch breaks, and storyboarding when i should have been sleeping culminated in most possibly the pièce de résistance of my year. i had so many people who cheered me on as i wrote this fic, battled through witty banter (that i myself could never say irl) and fiery headlines, but none cheered as loudly as @haologram and @ylangelegy. alta and kae were genuinely the wind beneath my wings as i wrote this, and reading their comments in the doc was what kept me going. in the end, i'm genuinely so happy with how full throttle turned out, and seeing the reactions i'm getting from it make me feel so fulfilled.

⋆｡°✩ the somerset affair - lee seokmin

⋆｡°✩ n o t e s : my first forray into longer fic writing (and i'm still battling my way through it, but we don't talk about that). if anyone knows me, they know how much of a Bridgerton fan i am - i quote anthony's speech on the daily, and penelope/eloise are some of my fav romcom heroines ever written (until they both get married, but again, we don't talk about that). i felt like writing this fic was my way to pay homage to this fictional world i adore so much. i have a love/hate relationship with the actual tone of the series - its so hard to maintain the regency tone and also write in a way that's true to my own voice, but at the end of the day it's a challenge i relish. i'm so excited to finish this series this coming year!

⋆｡°✩ 40 fics posted - check them all out in my masterlist!

⋆｡°✩ n o t e s : to be fair, a lot of these are drabbles i did for my 101 drabble prompt game, but fuck it we ball. maybe i'm just insane.

⋆｡°✩ ~133,470 words written

⋆｡°✩ n o t e s : again, i think i might be a bit insane. did a sacrifice sleep to write? yes. did i storyboard at work? also yes. but then again, it's been an interesting year to say the least, and writing was a really good way to blow off steam after a stressful day at work.

⋆｡°✩ some of my fav fics i read this year - please read the warnings on each fic and do not interact with smut if you're a minor! this is in no particular order:

⋆｡°✩ unforgiven [boo seungkwan] - @haologram ⋆｡°✩ catch you when i can [smau] [chwe hansol] - @xinganhao ⋆｡°✩ the first snow [hong jisoo] - @junkissed ⋆｡°✩ what are the vibes? [choi seungcheol] - @daechwitatamic ⋆｡°✩ red card [kim mingyu] - @highvern ⋆｡°✩ an ode to hands and voice [boo seungkwan] - @ddeonghwa-s ⋆｡°✩ take my word for it [yoon jeonghan] - @ylangelegy ⋆｡°✩ prey [choi seungcheol] - @pochaccoups ⋆｡°✩ sit down [kim mingyu] - @gyuswhore ⋆｡°✩ ave, general [lee jihoon] - @amourcheol

these are just a few of my fav fics i've read, but if you want to see all my recommendations - i suggest checking out @diamond-reads !

⋆｡°✩ goals for 2025

⋆｡°✩ on diamonddaze01: i have a lot of collabs coming up in 2025! i hope that i can meet all those deadlines and write things i'm proud of. i've also learned that writing longer fics like full throttle or somerset affair make me feel more fulfilled as a writer, so expect a lot more of them as i further explore my writing style and characterization. i also want to go back to some of my older wips that i abandoned and reopen them, see where i can go with a fresh mindset. ⋆｡°✩ personal goals: i have a lot, but to name a few: read more, laugh more, love more. i also want to focus on establishing a better work/life balance - i know already that the coming months are going to suck at work, but i no longer want to drag the weight of corporate life home with me. work is work, and that's where it will stay. i want to prioritize my mental and physical well-being over all else, and that starts with reprioritizing things like work, my social life, and writing.

⋆｡°✩ final thoughts

⋆｡°✩ i started writing on tumblr because i was stressed from work and felt like i didn't have a community, especially at a new job and a new city. what started as some stress relief turned into a community of its own. i'm eternally grateful that i was able to meet some wonderful people this year that i truly feel a sense of belonging with. to everyone in the networks i'm in, to anyone that reads my work, to all the lovely people i've met: thank you, and i love you.

⋆｡°✩ if you've made it this far, thanks for reading, and thank you for all your support. i love you all endlessly. it's time to sign off for 2024.

with love as vast as the stars themselves, tara <3

⋆｡°✩ tagging (but no pressure): @tusswrites, @chanranghaeys, @bitchlessdino, @ddeonghwa-s , @c-oupsie, @lovetaroandtaemin, and anyone else who would like to do this!

[valentinoappreciator]

Ok I am starving for Valentino content so, drabble idea: fem reader cockwarming him while he watches the filming for another scene. Having to just sit still and look pretty while daddy’s working… and you know she’d have to stay quiet too or it’ll just take even longer. Do what you want with this, go wild. I need this man in ways concerning to feminism 🙏

Godddd, you and me both, anon, lmaoooo :D anyway I FINALLY finished this lil drabble request. I'll put it on AO3 as well, and update my masterlist of fics! Thank you for the request, MWAH!!

Media: Hazbin Hotel

Pairing: Valentino x female reader

Word count: 2.2k

Rating: E for Explicit

Where else to read: AO3, under the username TheWeirdDane, and the title Drabble 2 - Cockwarming. Yes, I'm insanely creative

Inside the Fic: cockwarming, (rough) fingering, kissing, daddy kink, general Valentino cunty behavior uwu

Author's notes: I apologize for possibly weird formatting. I'm writing this from a tablet, instead of my trusty laptop, so please, bear with me

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In many ways, it was a typical day at the porn studio. Valentino sat in the director’s chair, shouting and, well, directing another porno. The actors were hard at work doing their thing. To tell the truth, you were only halfway paying attention. 

Because as it were, you were busy with Valentino. 

Well, maybe ‘busy’ was exaggerating things a bit. 

Valentino had, upon seeing you at the entrance to the studio, grabbed you effortlessly, carried you with him - just as effortlessly - and plopped you onto his lap when he had settled in his chair. It wasn’t a hard riddle to solve; he wanted to have you on his cock while he worked. 

“Surely you won’t mind, hmm, amorcito?” he had purred into your ear, and it was a good thing you were already in his lap, or your legs would definitely have collapsed. 

Quickly but without seeming too eager, he moved his coat and wings out of the way, revealing that he was wearing his skimpy black thong, fishnet stockings, and... that was pretty much it, actually. That meant it was easy and fast for you to pull out his cock and stroke it hard enough that you could sink down onto it. 

Valentino didn’t so much as moan. He only let out a low, pleased hum, before shouting “Action!” to the actors. Immediately, the demons on set got to work. It began with some light kissing that gradually got sloppier and more intense. Before long, they appeared to be really into it. Valentino leaned forward, squinting to get a better look at the scene. 

You couldn’t help a slight giggle. 

“Cut!” Valentino shouted, prompting the actors to look at him. There was no small amount of fright in them. 

“Baby-Cakes,” he purred and stroked your neck. You swallowed hard, a slight tremor going through you. “Did I give you permission to make noises while Daddy’s working?”

Suddenly scrutinized by everyone in the room, you blushed fiercely. You bit your lower lip and looked away from Valentino. 

He tapped the smoldering end of his cigarette out in a nearby ashtray. Your eyes followed the embers as they fell, and were eventually snuffed out. 

“Doll,” he then said, and his voice had taken on that kind of sticky, sweet undertone. It spelled trouble for anyone who didn’t obey him.

Looking up at him with big, wide eyes, he grabbed your throat in an instant with one hand, two others busying themselves by preparing another cigarette. The last hand rested on the armrest of the chair, claws tapping against the wood. 

No one made a sound. No one so much as breathed. But, maybe even more importantly, no one watched. Everybody was suddenly busy with their own thing. 

You swallowed hard once more, this time with great effort, and your eyes widened as you felt his cock throb lazily. 

“N-No, Daddy.”

“No, what?” he asked, a grin splitting his face. 

“You... you didn’t give me permission to make noises while you’re working.”

He didn’t release your throat. In fact, the grip only tightened, which made you try to scrabble at his wrists to get him to let go. Valentino laughed mockingly. Throb. 

“Aw, you want Daddy to let you go? Is that it?”

Knowing the double entendre - to be let go of physically, as well as losing your job - you shook your head as hard as you could. 

“Use your words. You’re a big girl. You can do that, can’t you? For me?”

A whimper escaped you. Another laugh from Valentino. 

“I don’t--- I don’t want you to let me go, Daddy!” you squeaked. 

His hand squeezed you even tighter for just long enough that your vision started going fuzzy and black around the edges. Then he let go. You breathed in so deep and fast that you nearly choked. 

Throb. 

“Don’t let it happen again,” he warned. You nodded with a shudder. His hand came up to rest on the back of your neck. 

“Action!” he shouted once more. You watched as the actors scrambled to their spots and started the scene over. 

The filming went on for a long time. An hour passed, and then another, and a third. Valentino was ruthless in his instructions, and demanded several takes of each scene and every angle. The actors didn’t even look tired, making you wonder just how coked up they were. You were starting to feel drowsy yourself, and you weren’t even doing anything! You were just sitting there, wiggling slightly every now and again. Whenever you did, you received a reward in the shape of Valentino’s hand absently stroking your neck and upper back. 

You didn’t imagine that he was aware that he touched you; you knew he was too focused on his work to pay you any proper attention. And, truth be told, there was something indescribably hot about that. 

As another hour passed, Valentino’s cock began throbbing harder and more regularly. You wondered what the reason could be, but didn’t question it, of course. You bit back a soft gasp every time, but weren’t afraid to test the waters by teasing him. So, whenever his cock jerked inside you, you clenched around him, and sometimes even rolled your hips against his lap. 

With a particular grind against him, you turned your head slightly to look at him over your shoulder, your eyes lidded and lips parted slightly. You did your best to look the part of a whore, like you belonged in a pornographic movie, and, judging from the grin on Valentino’s face, you were doing quite well. 

“Cut!” he suddenly exclaimed. You glanced out at the actors, and noticed that they were starting to look weary as they immediately stopped whatever they were doing. 

“Sweetheart,” he crooned, stroking his claw-like fingers under your chin. You giggled softly, but the sound died in your throat at his next words. “Are you trying to distract me?” 

You swallowed hard, trying another innocent giggle, but your throat was suddenly tight and dry. Maybe you had misinterpreted his grin...

“No, daddy,” you said. 

His grin widened, squeezing his eyes into narrow slits. 

“Are you lying as well? Tell me no, babygirl.”

You swallowed nothing. 

“That’s what I thought,” he purred, before adding loudly to the studio, “everybody, take half an hour’s break. But be fucking warned, if you’re not here in exactly thirty minutes, you’re fired.”

Everybody nodded, and the actors detangled themselves from each other to get out of the sharp, warm lights. Some of them went for a smoke, some of them for a drink. 

“Daddy,” you tried pleadingly, but he had already pushed you off of him. You stumbled forward a bit before he grabbed the back of your neck and dragged you along, ignoring your pained mewl. About to ask what he was doing, and where he was taking you, you recognized the long hallway with dressing rooms on both sides. 

“Inside,” he purred and opened one of the doors. You hadn’t had time to check whose room it was before he had thrown you inside, colliding with a beautiful table. The sea of vases with gorgeous flowers atop it shuddered. 

“Daddy, please, I didn’t---”

Suddenly, Valentino was crowding you against the table, looming over you and making you feel oh so tiny. It sent a delighted shiver through you, even as you shrunk under his intense gaze. 

“I think you’re better off apologizing rather than explaining right now,” he grinned. His voice was warm and kind, but you knew Valentino well enough to know that neither warmth nor kindness were in his heart at that moment. You immediately flipped the switch, becoming submissive and casting your gaze downwards. 

“I’m sorry, daddy.”

“And what, my little doll, are you sorry for?” he asked, mouthing at your neck and nibbling at the wildly throbbing vein there. It became increasingly difficult to focus, but you tried anyway. 

“I’m s-sorry for, ahhh, for distracting you from your job!”

He chuckled, one hand reaching up to cup and squeeze one of your breasts harshly. You squirmed with a pathetic mewl. Valentino continued. 

“And what should you have done instead of distracting me?”

Another hand went between your legs where he began fingering you. A heavy moan tumbled out of your open mouth, and you instinctively tried to close your legs, but Valentino was faster - not to mention stronger - and forced your legs to remain open. His long fingers reached so deep inside you. Your hips bucked, your legs trembling. 

You tried to form thoughts, tried to usher them from your brain and to your mouth. 

“Babygirl?” he drawled, letting it out as a question. 

“I-I should have just, hnggg, warmed your cock!”

“That’s right,” he purred, pushing his fingers as deep as they could go, before curling them slightly and pressing up against your insides as he began thrusting them. You whined and leaned your head back, warm euphoria sloshing through your veins at incredible speed. 

“So why, pretty baby, did you decide to go against my order?”

“I didn’t!” you whimpered. 

Valentino sighed loudly. With his last hand, he pushed down on your lower stomach, and he fingered you harder and faster, pulling wanton moans and gasps from you. 

“Doll, I know you know you’re in hot waters. Tell me the truth, and maybe I’ll be good to you.”

A whimper left you. Your eyes began watering from the assault on your cunt. You decided to try and get on his good side. 

“But Valentino, sir, daddy, you’re always so, oh f-fuck, so good to me!” you panted through your tears and whining. Valentino chuckled. 

“Nice try, babygirl, but that won't save ya this time. Tell me the truth. Now.”

His fingers sped up, and you thought it was extremely unfair to ask anything of you when he was fucking you like this. As if it was your fault you couldn't think straight right now!

“I-I-I just wanted to have some f-fun, daddy! I promise! There was n-nothing malicious about it!”

Valentino leaned in over you, his grin taking up your entire vision. He looked unbearably smug. 

“Good girl,” he purred, and suddenly withdrew his fingers. You whimpered loudly and quite miserably. You hadn't been close, but it had felt so good! And now that the pleasure was taken away from you, you realized how much you were trembling. 

“Daddy,” you whined, elongating the whine while pouting up at him. You were still out of breath, though, and Valentino simply laughed at the pathetic display. 

“I know you want me so bad, baby, but you've been a bad girl tonight. Do bad girls deserve rewards?”

You pouted harder. Valentino snickered and patted your cheek. 

“Please, daddy, I just wanted to---”

“Did I ask what you wanted?”

You paused. Then sighed. 

“No, daddy...”

“That's what I thought. Now, we're gonna go to the set again, and we're gonna take the scene from the top. And what will you be doing, dollface?”

“I'll be cockwarming you, daddy,” you sighed. 

“That's right. And?”

A shiver raced down your spine. You wetted your lips with the tip of your tongue. 

“And I'll keep quiet this time.”

“That’s right,” Valentino purred as he locked his lips together with yours. You gasped softly, but obviously you weren't going to complain. Instead, you closed your eyes and opened your mouth to let his tongue inside.

Except it didn't. His wonderfully long, slimy, prehensile tongue remained behind his sharp teeth, just out of reach. You whined softly, but the second you stuck out your own tongue to try and meet his, Valentino pulled back. He wore a smug grin on his stupidly handsome face. 

“Now now, baby, I can't get you worked up too much, or you definitely won't be able to stay quiet. Isn't that right?”

“Yes, daddy,” you muttered, casting your gaze down. 

“Aww, don't look like that, sweetheart. It wounds me deeply.”

“Sorry, daddy,” you said, and smiled up into his face.

“That's better.” In the next second, he pushed himself away from the table, straightened his coat, and pulled you up as well. “You'd better get your clothes in order, sugar. The others might think we've been up to no good, otherwise.”

You couldn't stave off a giggle, but nonetheless fixed your clothes before you followed him out of the dressing room and back to the set. Here, everybody was already in their positions. Some looked relieved at the sight of Valentino, some looked alarmed. 

“From the top, everybody!” he shouted at the actors as he sat back in his chair, pulling you onto his lap. 

“And I'd better see some actual chemistry between you all, or who knows what might happen,” he added in a quiet, but very audible purr. You saw some of the actors swallow and send each other nervous glances, but they got to work without complaining. Not that anyone would complain about an order from Valentino. Not if they cherished their life, anyway. 

With an ease that spoke of how many times you had done this, you sank onto Valentino's cock. You almost whimpered when that delicious, delicious cock filled you again, but you were determined not to fuck up this time, and managed to swallow the sound. 

You received an almost tender caress to your neck for your trouble. A small smile spread on your face. 

You knew you had a long night ahead of you, but if it was spent sitting on Valentino’s cock... you couldn't possibly complain. You did quite cherish your life, after all. 

[amethystwrytes]

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💜Amethyst is the name. (She/Her)

💜Playing it cool since 1989

💜I love about a billion different kinds of music, but this blog honestly is just a KPop worship station for me. You’ll see a lot of BTS, like A LOT, but also plenty more groups mixed in the stew.

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Masterlist

1. “If I Had Asked” — Jungkook x Gender Neutral Reader. Summary: Jungkook wants to catch up at a mutual friends birthday party. Genre: Romantic. Hurt. Comfort. Fluff. Exes to lovers. Oneshot. Rating: E for everyone babe. There’s some alcohol and marijuana but I mean, nothing weird or crazy happens.

2. “Hard to Handle” — Jungkook x Female Reader. Summary: You’re starting to want a little more from your FWB buddy. Genre: Romance. Smut. F2L. Oneshot. Rating: 18+.

3. “Imaginary Games” — Taehyung x Female Reader. Summary: The only thing that could make a destination wedding - in which you're the maid of honor, who has to give a speech in front of a crowd, who has to wear a dress that cost you a pretty penny that you'll never wear again - worse is the fact that your cheating ex is the best man. Genre: Romantic, Smut, Exes to Lovers, Smidge of Hurt. Oneshot. Rating 18+.

1. “Of Course, Professor” — Minho x Female Reader. Summary: The law professor everyone is scared of generously offers to help you with your school work. Genre: Smut. Romantic-ish. Basically just porn with a hint of plot tossed in. Oneshot. Rating 18+. [Bonus Drabble. Also 18+.]

2. “Safe.” - Hyunjin x Fem Reader x Minho. Summary: A broke ER Nurse offers up her services to a large crime organization in exchange for much higher pay and benefits that are unconventional, but lucrative. The life proves to be questionable at best, and downright isolating at worst which leaves her feeling unsure, unstable and dangerous. Genre: Crime. Romance. Drama. Mafia AU. Series. Rating: 18+ (MDNI).

[fic-heaven]

Lmao you are one of the reasons I joined tumblr. I was wondering if you had planned to write something about Reyes. (Reyes from COD not overwatch xd)

I saw long ago you talked about having planned something for him and I was wondering when you’d upload it

Sorry this took so long lmao i actually lost the first drabble and ended up making an entirely new one yesterday night so here you go lil chickie

Also THE HONOR XD welcome to Tumblr uwu

Make it a twenty

Enzo Reyes x Reader (NSFW)

🐥Short AF sorry

Being surrounded by big buff men every day since the moment you joined eventually took a tool on you and your repressed need for a nice fuck. Meeting Enzo Reyes did NOT help one bit.

I DIDN'T EDIT SHIT SORRY I'm one lazy fuck

Reyes was the most infuriating man you have ever met.

His mood swings paired with his need to look tough and cool around others were a headache at times. But that was precisely what attracted you to him in the first place.

His revelious nature often caused him to get yelled at and punished by superiors, and that quickly turned into a game between Nova, Gus and you. You three would throw bets here and on about how long it would take the Canadian to get his ass spanked, by whom and even which punishment he would get. He obviously didn't know about this, if he did you were sure the man would burry your asses in a blink.

It all started when you caught Gus and Nova overlooking the field laughing about a freshly yelled Reyes who was caught sneaking off training. You admired the man for having the balls to actually try to scape Lieutenant Ghost's wrath, it was funny to think Reyes actually believed for a moment he could skip training but it was even funnier to see him get chased by Sargeant Soup by Ghost's command.

Two weeks later the dumbass tried to to exactly the same and got punished accordingly resulting in you winning the bet of the time in which he would get punished, and Nila winning both bets of who would punish him and how.

You remember it like it was yesterday.

It was the middle of June. You enjoyed the view of him running laps shirtless under the summer sun, the man was sweating galloons and your two idiots of friends swapped their betting prices to you. You didn't pay much attention since the view of Reyes legs' muscles flexing, the sweaty locks of his growing dark hair pressed to his forehead and his heavy panting plus a murderous glare towards anything and everything made you squeeze your thighs in hopes of suffocating your need to jump to the training field and fuck him right there under a few other recruits, Gus and Nova's praying eyes.

Your partnership with Reyes was... Professional.

You knew he was a forward guy who always spoke his mind (often getting in trouble for it), you two had interacted a few times, nothing special... But it was enough for you to know that he never liked to dance around topics specially ones that involved him. He loved sincerity and straightforwardness, so that same night after diner you gave him exactly that. A piece of your mind you had kept since your very first interaction.

It was nine thirty five PM. Reyes just got out of the shower and was hanging out with you, Nova and Gus at the mess hall. The two latter left a while back to God knows where to do "whatever" and "would be back in no time", the rest of the rookies left as well, some to dine others to rest. So you knew then you had to make your move. It was now or never.

"What does a girl need to do to get fucked properly around here?"

The usually smug guy raised his brows in shock looking at you like you said the most out of character thing. Reyes grunted out a chuckle and smiled knowingly eventually breaking from the shock, but less than one second later he somehow seemed bored or was he nervous? His eyes jumped to look over where you guys were sitting checking if anyone was still around then looked back at you a little more serious one of his hands absentmindedly messed with the ripped sides of the couch cushions, a nervous tick for sure. The amount of expressions he showed in that moment would have made you laugh but you knew better than to anger and/or annoy the cocky man.

"Feeling bold tonight, girlie? What's with you getting your panties wet all of a sudden?" He said almost sounding bored and unimpressed. You knew better.

You placed your elbows over your knees leaning closer to his side, both of you never breaking away from each other's gaze. You paid one last quick glance at the entrance to make sure you two were out of earshot. "I thought I was being obvious-"

"You mean when you were eating me with your eyes a while back?" He cut you abruptly smiling like the smug bastard he was now openly looking down your lips. "What if I say that I liked what I saw?" You knew he was trying to make you flustered and you were NOT going to back down.

Reyes leaned downwards mirroring your position. You could feel his body heat so close you felt like you were on fire. His beard lightly tickled you earlobe when he whispered in a low tone a growl that could have made your knees buckle if it wasn't for your current position.

"There is much more to see than my bare torso sweatin' under the bloody sun."

"Is that an invitation?"

"You feeling that curious?"

Your nod pleased him for the moment, you had been uncharacteristically forward enough for him to forgive you for not verbally stating your answer and he was already still processing he was having THIS conversation with YOU. Did you even know how horny your mere presence made him feel? Specially wearing those comfortable shorts that drove him mad trying not to look at your thighs.

"Then come closer. I promise none of this fuckers will give it to you as i will."

You barked out a laugh trying to push his buttons a little "is that right? Had plenty of girls here to practice? I'm surprised i'm really the lucky one to have caught your attention." Maybe some insecurities did come to light then, you feared your comment had messed the whole thing up. Reyes looked at you displeased, his hand that previously messed with the couch took a firm hold of your thigh. Your heart skipped a beat.

"I'm not one for one nightstands but that's up to you... Whatever you want to make of this." He wasn't lying, he hadn't had the time nor the wish to indulge in quickies with strangers since... Well, since you. You weren't lying either, he wanted you since the moment he met you and he would be a fool to deny you.

You looked away a little embarrassed, the previous bravery scaped your body thanks to the now awkward situation. Reyes wouldn't have it, his palm took your cheek and gently directed your gaze to meet his, dark brown eyes stared at you with badly hidden concern.

"Not shying away from the truth, we don't have to put labels on this. And trust me sweetheart, the things I want to do to you are better shown than spoken." His mouth spoke filthy promises but his eyes showed a different side of him. Softness... Confort. He didn't want you to feel expendable but he also didn't want to push you to make a big deal about all this if you didn't want to. Reyes was many things, but he was not going to force you to do shit you didn't want. You both stare at each other carefully looking for something, for that little push of confidence to come back to your bodies now that you were inches from one another. This time it was your call to voice your answer.

"I desire you..."

That broke something in him. His eyes turning glassy full of lust and affection, an expression so foreign in Reyes it knocked the breath out of your lungs. You desired him? You little idiot...

Your hand acted before you could think and went to take him by the chin pressing your lips together into a desperate kiss. Unbeknownst to you even as the kiss begun turning lustful and messy full of teeth and tongue, even when his arms firmly wrapped around your waist to press you against his chest to deepen it, he never closed his eyes. You obviously didn't know because yours fluttered close as soon as the first kiss was sealed, Reyes didn't want to look dumb or creepy for looking at you as he all but devoured your mouth, truth is he feared that if he closed his eyes all of this... This dream of a night, would be exactly that. A dream. Another lustful dream to add to his collection of thoughts and fantasies he had about you whenever he was alone. But he would never admit it.

Your body hovered over his when you sat on his lap caging him between your thighs. Reyes almost caved in letting you guide your lustful dance but at the third lazy roll of your hips grinding down his hardening cock he reacted. He nipped down your lip teasingly pulling it back and letting go with a pop and a grin, his lust-filled eyes drunk of your taste.

"This is hardly the place, you know." Reyes huffed taking a hold of your hands. On that much you agreed.

There is a pounding in your chest much stronger than the one you got the first time you met him, stronger than that one time he carried your wounded body through the chaos of the battlefield to a safe hideout and guarded you there without complain calling for medical as he tried to keep you awake and lastly, much stronger than the time a silly dark joke you muttered during a tense operation was able to crack the asshole of a man into a muffled fit of laughter. You two got yelled at then, but honestly? To hear Reyes laugh like that was worth it. Who would have ever thought you'd get to have him like this right now, to hear the noises that came from de deepth of your shared pleasure, you couldn't even believe it yourself.

His growls and heavy groans along with your moans and broken cries of his name, his real name Enzo, were loud inside your private quarters.

The SpecGru operator was chocking you with his bicep while burying himself mercilessly deep into your womb. Reyes - no ... Enzo, was losing his mind. You looked godly under the dim light of the cheap lamp on your desk with your soft skin shining tiny droplets of your combined sweat, you laid there downwards, your ass up bouncing against him with the force of his movements as he fucked you raw. “You like that, angel? Fuck, does that feel good?” he tried to sound taunting, but the way his voice drips with need... You were certain he’s begging to hear the answer. 

"F-fuck yes... Yes! Just give it to me, En... Fuck me-" Enzo was sure you didn't know about the grasp you had in him right now. To hear you moaning his real name and now even calling him En in that endearing way? His hips were quick to pick up the pace, the clapping sound of your bodies colliding was getting so loud you were sure you'd get interrogated the next morning. But honestly? Fuck it. You are too tired of pretending you didn't want to have this man fucking you into a puddle.

Your hands clawed at his muscular bicep, he relaxed it fearing he had hurt you but against his thoughts you pressed his arm a little tighter to your neck giving that additional pressure that had you drooling and constricting the ear oh so deliciously. Enzo laughed like it was the funniest thing he had ever seen that day, your eyes rolled to the back of your skull, his thrusts never stopping as he fucked his way into trying to hear your choked moans break from the constricting pressure of his muscular arm choking on your delicious-looking neck.

"Y-YES UGH YES FUCK!" His other hand rush to cover your mouth roughly and you could almost have laughed, the man tried to quieten you not even realizing HE was the one screaming. "Your pussy is driving me fucking nuts... Keep squeezing my cock like that and I'll fill you up like a fucking turkey on Thanksgiving, y'hear me!?" Enzo's voice was mean and threatening it had you squeezing your walls tighter around him, he grunted at the sudden squeeze. His hair and beard lightly tickled your sweaty skin as he slowed the pace and deepened his thrusts. His mouth kissed, licked and bit down your skin leaving marks all over your neck.

You whined back trying to reach for his lips with your own mouth desperately seeking for a kiss. He grunted for you to stay still and as a retort you tried to thrust your hips backwards and squeezed him tighter making the man over you whimper and pant a little louder in surprise. He loved this rebellious and bold part of you but it was starting to affect him.

Enzo didn't have time to feel embarrassed about showing this whiney side of him to you, he was too preoccupied about the again loud clapping sounds of your conjoined bodies meeting each other in an aggressive rythm shacking your bed and ruining your messed up mattress when he picked up the pace once more. He fucked you like an dog in heat, chasing an end seemingly so hurtful to reach his whimpers and moans morphed into painful-sounding groans he was desperately trying to muffle down biting on your shoulder. Not only did he do this out of embarrassment but also so he to hear your pleasured cries and begs much clearer. Enzo's hips started to slow once more, his stamina running out quickly after spending almos half an hour crazily fucking you into oblivion. "F-fuck woman... Look what you've done to me..." That earned an awful attempt of laughter from you.

You were totally gonna be the death of him but he wasn't complaining. If only you knew how long he had been waiting for this, almost as long as you have, maybe a little more. And now he had you where he always wanted... He felt whole.

Enzo flipped your body like a pancake positioning you into a missionary pose with your legs resting on his shoulders, he lowered to rub your noses in an overly sweet show of affection, your pants mingling in the air as you took a few seconds of break. His fat cock was pushed inside of you when his lips molded with yours, your tongues danced into a lazy pace on contrast of his powerful thrusts that had you seeing stars. It almost looked like you weren't fucking but making love instead. Specially with the way his eyes seemed to get lost in your every expression.

It was all too sweet but the painful friction of his thrusts lubricated in your combined fluids and sweat was leaving hurtful burns in your thighs and pretty much everything under your waist.

"F-fuck not so fucking rough you fucking asshole!..." Your pussy burned from the friction, his short half-shaven trail pinched you as his relentless thrusts kept rearranging your insides. His hand shot to your clit, two fingers pinching and circling your sensitive bud making a yelp scape your panting mouth and eventually distracting you from the sting. "Oh yeah? Why don't you say that again, you slut? Go on tell me to stop." Your head shakes from side to side, the pleasure blinding you to the point of silencing the slight burn you felt before. The change from the love sick look he gave you at first to the pussy-drunk psycho one he was giving you right now made your hole constrict and weep of desire.

You could feel your end nearing when Enzo's hand fell off of your clit to fist your bedsheets, his thrusts becoming sloppier and off-tempo. You both panted onto each other's mouths trying to kiss each other in an attempt to muffle the upcoming shared orgasms. He growled his and you whined yours, your lips fully pressed, your arms embracing and your legs tangled as his load shot to stuff you up like a turkey, exactly like the bastard said.

You didn't take a shower, you didn't speak a word, you two simply held each other into the now dead quiet night, your panting soon turning soothing enough to make each other sleepy and relaxed. Reyes' arm rested under your head the other one circled your waist possessively as he big-spooned you.

"Guess it's a good night then..." You whispered humorously breaking the quiet.

"You want me to stay?"

He sounded so frail. You could have mistook him for an entirely different person. But you knew your Reyes, you knew your Enzo, the moment he looked at you so full of warmth and somehow gratitude before the lights were shut down.

"Always." You said with no hesitation. And that's how you two spent your first night together. The first of many to come.

Morning came by. You woke up alone, the residual warmth of his body still present in your bed and the sweet yet manly aroma of Enzo's shampoo was plastered on your pillow. You inhaled it with a dreamy hum.

You knew better than to feel bad about waking up alone. Knowing the Canadian he probably left early so he wouldn't look suspicious to the others coming down the small kitchenette alone. Your fingers felt your skin down your neck feeling the strong mark his teeth had created the night prior, now it was a dull ache, but it felt so sweet, so real... The proof of your nightly adventure.

After a shower you went to join the others, the tables were pretty crowded and when you sat down to enjoy breakfast with your usual trio with an exhausted look, Reyes was already sitting there with a cup of coffee and a smug smile staring up at you with a mockingly sweet "morning, sleeping beauty" you flipped him the bird with a smile of your own. Gus and Nova greeted you as well and later shared a look when their comrade placed his mug to the side allowing you a fair space to place your breakfast pretending to ignore how your body slightly leaned a little to his side as he sneaked his hand down to affectionately squeeze your thigh.

"You slept alright? Could see you practically skipping a step or two coming to the table, (Y/n)." Gus said trying to soften his enormous smile.

The bear of a man got glared up by you, flipped off by Reyes who muttered a "My brother, cierra la puta boca." and eye rolled by Nova who slapped a twenty on the table and the Rican happily took it with a gremlin-like snicker. "Yeah yeah, take your money. Being smug is Reyes' thing don't be an ass!" Nova said fake fighting Gus who was now doing a happy little dance with the bill he just took from his friend.

You couldn't help the chuckle that scaped you at their antics, Enzo couldn't get his eyes off of you seemingly entranced with the sound of your laughter. He felt things for you he was still not ready to mouth... Yet. But you'd be patient, after all you had to figure how you truly felt for him as well.

But now it wasn't the time nor the place to think about deeper feelings. So you had to focus more on how now you two became victims of Gus and Nova's bets. How fun. You could mentally slap yourself, this explains why they left you two guys alone the night prior... Those two idiots were planning to bet on how long it would take you to bed each other. How original.

[gamerwoo]

Hi! I'm binge reading Tftp for the first time and I am in love 🥰 I was wondering, how did Jia and Minghao actually meet for the first time? How did she find his dreams?

this was something i thought about and idk why i never talked about it so i'll do a lil like drabble thingy for you <3

tftp masterlist | pt 2

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Ever since her sight was brutally taken away, Jia had weird dreams. She knew they weren't even her dreams, they belonged to other people and she was just an intruder. The first time it happened, it was her father's dreams. She saw just how much the weight of her mother dying and Jia's sight being taken took a toll on him.

But the dreams she entered the most were of a young girl around her age who said her family called her XiuXiu.

"My mom and dad told me not to talk to strangers," was one of the first things she ever said to Jia, so she gave her the nickname because she wasn't supposed to trust strangers.

So instead of introducing herself as Jiaying, she just told her, "My name's Jia."

But because Jia was in her dreams so frequently, XiuXiu became more trusting of her overtime. Jia didn't know it, but XiuXiu would tell her family of her "dream friend" who her parents just chalked up to being an imaginary friend that XiuXiu had come up with.

The two girls became close. Jia would help her with her worries if she was having a bad dream, or they would just talk together in whatever setting XiuXiu would come up with in her head.

"Are you actually real?" XiuXiu asked out of the blue one night.

Jia had been insisting since the beginning that she was a real person, but all she did was hum and nod in response.

"How can you be here if you're real?"

Jia looked at XiuXiu seriously, "Can I tell you a secret?"

XiuXiu nodded quickly, eyes growing wide with curiosity.

As if anyone else could be around to hear, Jia leaned toward her friend and whispered, "My dad's a werewolf."

XiuXiu's eyes widened, and Jia feared she scared her friend. She already knew the stigma surrounding werewolves. She knew her dad's secret was supposed to be just that: a secret.

But instead, XiuXiu formed a bright, excited smile on her face as she exclaimed, "I have an uncle who's a werewolf!"

Then Jia was smiling too because she had a friend who also had werewolves in her family, "Really?"

"My mom says they're just cousins but they're close so I call him uncle," she explained without even being asked. She continued to excitedly babble, apparently obsessed with this werewolf uncle of hers. "I don't see him too often because he lives with his pack but he visits sometimes and gives me gifts. Sometimes he writes me letters, too. Ooh, and he has a really cool power! Does your dad have a power?"

"He can read thoughts," she nodded.

"But wait!" XiuXiu suddenly exclaimed, looking at Jia with furrowed eyebrows. "If your dad's a werewolf how come you have dream powers?" She then gasped like she realized something and leaned in closer, whispering, "Are you a werewolf?"

She giggled and shook her head, "My dad says kids can't be werewolves. He also said girls don't really get to be werewolves. But I dunno, I got a power from him somehow. Or maybe it was the witch..."

"A witch?!" XiuXiu leaned far away from Jia, eyes wide with fear.

XiuXiu became Jia's only friend, essentially. She could tell her anything about her life with no issue because XiuXiu was just in her dreams. There was nobody for her to tell all of this to and get her in trouble, and even if she did tell anyone, she knew she'd be safe because her family had werewolves, too -- and they seemed to still like her uncle despite him being a werewolf.

"Some werewolves get pushed out by their families," her dad had explained to her before.

She knew the fear surrounding werewolves, and she knew hunters would come and kill anyone associated with werewolves. She knew her even living with her father was a risk, but it was one she didn't think much about because only few people knew his secret, and they were people her dad had trusted for years.

But somehow, word got out to the wrong people.

In the middle of a dream with XiuXiu, Jia disappeared. She was awoken by her father as he ran her over to the neighbor's house, giving them money to take her far, far away. She was only half awake, but she still vividly remembered her father's tearful goodbye before he sent her off with the neighbors before the hunters arrived.

She never saw XiuXiu after that, and she never even learned her real name to track her down.

Once she moved to the orphanage, there were only awful dreams to wander into. Most of the kids were sad and lonely. Sometimes they would dream of nice things, which only saddened them when they awoke. Jia tried to help, but some of the kids bullied her the next day because they found it weird for her to appear in their dreams. They didn't know it was her doing, they just didn't like that she kept appearing. Even though they knew there was no way it could be in her control, they blamed her, anyway.

Her only friend, June, finally proposed the idea to run away and get their own place, and that was when things finally turned around.

Her first night sleeping in The Capitol, the pair slept in an alleyway underneath a cardboard box. Their plan was to find a place with the money Jia's father left her the next morning, but they had to wait until then.

And it was that night, sleeping in cardboard, that Jia met Minghao.

She sensed distress, and despite her track record with trying to help those with bad dreams, Jia wandered there anyway. What she found was a figure on their knees with their back to her, sobbing loudly in a sunny, beautiful clearing. The grass was to her shins and a pretty green, and there were lilacs scattered throughout the grass. The sun was warm and bright, and Jia wondered how somebody could be crying in such a happy-looking place.

The figure -- she assumed it was a male -- was kneeling in front of a stone that stood above the grass. The rock was just a rock, but she could tell it had some significance considering the person was crying so hard in front of it.

Slowly, she walked forward. Almost immediately, the person whipped around.

It was, in fact, a man. His red eyes immediately told her what he was, but she didn't back away. She stopped where she was, but she showed no signs of fear. More like surprise.

His eyes were bloodshot and puffy, his skin streaked with tears. But the red in his eyes suddenly faded into a warm gold, and the glare he shot her softened as his eyes went wide.

Jia felt it, too. It wasn't as strong, but she knew what it was. Her parents told her their love story a hundred times because it was her favorite bedtime story.

"Who are you?" he asked in a shaky voice as he wiped under his eyes.

"Wu JiaYing," she stated softly. "People call me Jia."

"What-- How are you here?" he continued. She could tell he was becoming more distressed now that the shock was wearing off. She was his mate and she appeared in a dream that wasn't supposed to be real. It probably sparked a lot of questions, confusion, and panic. Did that mean she wasn't real? "What are you?"

Slowly, she walked toward him. He stayed in place, even as she knelt down only a few inches from him. She tentatively placed her palm against his cheek, and he leaned into it, eyes closing from the comfort it gave him.

"What's your name?" she asked him, ignoring his other questions.

"Minghao," he exhaled with a shaky breath. She could tell he wanted to cry again. "Xu Minghao."

"Minghao," she hummed with a soft smile. He almost purred hearing his name come from her lips. "I promise I'll tell you everything next time I see you. For now, let me help you."

His eyes opened, and they were filling with tears all over again as he sniffled, "It's just a dream. There's hardly a chance I'll ever see you again."

"I promise, Minghao," she gave him a warm smile, "you will see me again."

[anakinskywalkerog]

omg oli hiii! no worries at all hehe, i was sorta worried because of the oli drought lol

actually me and eli broke up like last week lmao. my friend was the one who suggested it - he was like, "dude. you dont seem interested in your relationship at all anymore. hes dating you thinking you still like him, which is unfair. i genuinely think you like han more than eli at this point; if what you said about getting the feeling of him not really keeping to himself is true, then break up, for both of your sakes."

so i did 🤷‍♀️

but yes i love 'I Can See You', all of the vault tracks are so good! foolish one was written for me lolol. and timeless is so perfect. "in the 1500s in a foreign land"??? ma'am, queen taylor has slayed again. or should i say, queen slaylor?

lmao i agree with the seasoning part. existence is too boring indeed. although i disagree with using the crush thingy. i don't REALLY like him, sort of just an attraction. in fact its over too lol. he texted me and we talked for a little bit and everything has gone back to how it was before anything turned up 💀 i get the ick quite easily

oh no! im sorry! im sure it will, but in the meantine, if you ever need, i'm always here :)

he did lmao! it took a lot of begging, and a lot of flat out refusal ("i cant write that! thats objectification! "consensual objectification!" "... no way i can do that. id be scarred." "its fine just do just do it pleaaaaase!" "lmao i cannot write smut about you both, thats too far, even for me, canberry." "...what about all of the smut you read then-") (not sure what gave him that impression but i am a college student, what am i, mary jane? i could, but i wont 🤭) cranberry asked after i wrote a sort of drabble for his friend (who also asked, but he gives highkey gay vibes lol. he and his gym bro and both crazy) back in january, but i flat out refused. and then something my friend posted on her story after one of our finals made me go "... no way, but i actually have a great idea"

ergo it happened!

but its definitely platonic lolol im sort of their only friend with such *amazing* writing skills ;) their exact words were "but youre the only person we know who writes fanfiction, please please please"

lmao i have no clue, just being crazy with their boys i guess lol.

hopefully! definitely did not seem that way from his messages, but maybe im wrong. ill give it a couple of months? plus, i have not been blocked, or removed from his stories, and he did enjoy reading it (bros was laughing so hard he couldnt even read)

lmaooo me too! we would be so iconic. feel free to drama dump anytime lmaoo. i am officially a *tumblr user who gets asks* (proud smiling) hehe 😈

i also cooked my own curry for the first time today hehe that was interesting

lmao i will try, thank you for the tip <3

love, sythe <3

sorry it took me so long to reply, sythe!!

1) don’t be worried about oli droughts, I just get busy but everything is fine!

2) sorry to hear about eli 😭 damn. but also rip and thank u next, you know what I’m sayin

3) foolish one was written for all us tumblr girlies!! lololol. but also, you don’t have to have a CRUSH just to have a lil crush. like, just a lil makin eyes on occasion makes life less boring hehe

4) truly CANNOT imagine anyone in my real life asking me to write them fanfic let alone a BOY let alone SMUT that is a crazy story

🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡 (ps have you watched Ahsoka yet)

[seaquestions]

ok so my ko-fi’s just been Existing for a while (i didn’t really promote it or anything) but if i were to do lil commissions (like sketches & chibis n stuff) would any ppl be interested :^?

[yanban-san]

"Honestly this idea probably deserves a drabble at some point- I am loving the idea of the servitor depot agents having panic attacks over Darling liking them a little too much-"

That would be fucking amazing! That poor agent. If reader is devious than they might've brought the agent to one of those restaurants that has low lighting and enclosed booths for privacy before springing the one night stand offer on them. Or even waited until the end of the night and ask the depot agent to walk them home and then spring on them there. I can see it now, the reader leaning on them with a giggle after making their offer, waiting for their answer. The poor agent has broken out into a cold sweat and is staring in fright at the wall behind the reader at the mass of white feathers writing and struggling to exit the wall, held back by a single black tentacle. The feeling on inpending doom if he doesn't start talking fast and find a way to redirect the reader. The agent is praying for someone, anyone to him! Then someone calls out a greeting to the reader, drawing her attention away from the agent. Elesa had coincidently stopped by the restaurant to share a meal with Skyla and had spotted the danger on her way back from the bathroom. Somehow they manage to redirect the reader into gushing about the twins and their work (Elesa and Skyla moved to their table) and the agent is near crying from happiness from being saved. They manage to get the reader on their way home safely, before turning to each other and exchanging numbers to bond later over the stress of having to deal with the twins. Elesa and the agent deserve to have a friend who understands what they're going through. I imagine it probably goes something like this.

✨️: Bestie, you would not beLIEVE the bullshit they just pulled.

🦇: 👀 What did they do now???

✨️: Do you remember the ice cream parlor up on the corner of Rhydon and Sticks?

🦇: Kind of???

🦇: Oh. Oh no.

✨️: I was walking home with y/n last night and she pointed it out and joked that the new Cherri Pistachio flavor was 'an insult to humanity and the whole place needed to be erased from existence for its sins'

🦇: Isn't that the only parlor in the city that carried you and y/n's favorite kind of ice cream???

✨️: YESSSSSSSSSS 😢😭😭😭

🦇: hopefully it doesn't take them a week to remember that fact like last time

(Sorry if the text exchange seems weird. I am not a good writer, what so ever. I did want to get my ideas off of my chest though, hopefully it got a laugh)

sahgahkag Don't worry Tiny I fuckin LOVE this it's hilarious (btw apologies for taking a good long while to answer this ^^”)

I imagine Elesa would have quite a shocked reaction once she learns that the Depot Workers themselves are magical servants made by the twins to be the ideal crew for managing a magical subway system- At first wary, but then realizes... the Depot Agents are strangely better at acting human than the twins are; probably due to the lack of overwhelming eldritch power and arcane knowledge they possess.

Anyway, on to the drabble- That actually ended up tying into what I’m doing with Recordatio and Communion(ication)

Also made reader a lil on the insecure side for this as well.

Tags: NSFW Mentions, Poly, Demon/Monster AU, AFAB reader

Under Cut for the NSFW-ness and the fact it is long

Word Ct: 3.5k

—— Darling shoots their shot with their coworker, Depot Agent Jackie- saying they've always thought them to be... rather handsome, pretty attractive; and uh, well, Agent Jackie has always seemed to be rather amiable to you, and if it’s not too much, would- Would he be interested at all in… coming back to your place for an evening together? To put it as delicately as you could.

And Agent Jackie immediately recognizes exactly what you’re implying. He’s- well, first of all, flattered- And how could he not be? You’re the chosen soulmate of his creators. He has you and your whims to thank for existing in the first place, technically- Although he doesn’t feel any sort of romantic affections for you at all. To him, if not for the fact that his masters- his Gods- adored you, obsessing over you with such intensity that they’d move the very divine spheres of creation to bring about their opportunity to meet you in this world- You would just be a regular human, no different than any of the thousands of passengers on the trains he helped to run day by day.

But now, you were asking him- to- come back- to your place? That implied you liked him.

That you liked him more than the Station Masters.

Oh Sinnoh Above.

And thus, secondly, Jackie felt pure, abject terror. He respected and revered his masters- But he knew just how utterly terrifying they really could be, especially to anyone or anything that dared to interfere with their plans; Their wrath brought down Gods- and countless hoards of their own kind. It could reduce Unova to ashes in mere seconds, if they were feeling merciful. What was he to them? Nothing but a useful puppet, he assumed- Something that assisted in their plans. They could- And would- discard of him at the drop of their hats if he became bothersome.

To say they adored you was putting it lightly; They were utterly obsessed with you. You were so innocently unaware of the power you wielded, having two Eldritch Demons for soulmates; And the danger you were in as a result, as well.

And now, you were also unaware of the danger you’d brought down on Jackie’s head, as well.

But no matter! He was an expert Depot Agent- A master in managing uncomfortable situations through hundreds of interactions with inappropriate, rude, aggressive passengers, fielding awkward inquiries from journalists and reporters who wouldn’t leave him and the other agents alone- A master at conversation, deflection, and diffusion.

Why could he not redirect your interest in him to his masters? They’d probably thank him too!

You fiddled with the straw of your drink- Some sort of margarita you’d ordered. Coconut. Lime. Freezing cold. With an extra shot of tequila. Not much a drinker, but trying to get a little tipsy to work up the courage to ask this of your coworker. You felt guilty yourself- You weren’t even asking this of Jackie because you liked him specifically, but because…

No. Admitting that to yourself was way too difficult.

You looked up at Jackie; A warm, almost mischievous smile across your face. He was certainly very handsome, you noted. His black hair was beautiful, and his side burns clung to his cheeks, curling and frizzy- amid the cute tousled locks on his head. You were honestly amazed at how pretty and handsome so many of your coworkers looked. It almost felt like it was a requirement to be unnaturally beautiful to be hired at Gear Station, you had kidded to yourself. Jackie was certainly no exception to the rule, and you did have to admit- He really was quite cute.

Especially with those sideburns- and when he frowned or smiled especially hard. And his silver eyes…

You couldn’t have the Subway Bosses, you knew. You were a simple Depot Agent, working for them. And even if Ingo or Emmet wanted to date someone working for them- Well, you’d seen your coworkers. Some of the women working at Gear Station made you turn your head more than once- And you were only slightly bitter over the idea- The twins would probably- No, they absolutely would- pick your coworkers over you ten out of ten times. You just couldn’t compete. And even if it wasn’t in comparison to your appearance, still no. The Subway Bosses were Legendary trainers. World-Renowned, in a way. Champions- League Champions, World Champions, Regional Champions- Sometimes came through Gear Station only to be absolutely humiliated in battle against the twins. It was bad enough facing off against one of them- But both? You’d seen them. Ruthless. They had a clean sweep of Champion Alder’s team, even- And of the entire Elite Four, without resting or healing up in between battles.They were both handsome to boot, smart, clever- funny, efficient, hardworking, beautiful…

There was no way they’d look at you. Ever. Sure, you’d been having so much good luck lately- Even landing your job at Gear Station was lucky, you knew. But to catch the eyes of one of the Subway Bosses? No. Not with all the luck in the world- It would take a divine miracle to make them even acknowledge you as anything other than one of their employees.

But still, those facts didn’t stop them from stealing your heart and making you quietly and desperately pine after the pair.

And then being around them was Hell. Every day it seemed to take more and more willpower not to just turn to one or the other or both of them and ask- no, beg them to consider taking you on a date, even if it cost you your dignity and/or your job. Ingo’s voice perpetually echoed in your ear. A low tenor- A sonorous murmur- Asking if you were alright… If there was anything he could get you- And how he was always happy to assist you. The words took on other meanings to you, and you’d forget whatever he’d been talking about- Oh to hear that pretty voice talking to you intimately- You’d have dropped to your knees in an instant if he’d even just whispered for you to do so. How you wanted to see his pretty face upturned to your own, leaning up to kiss you affectionately- He’d called you Dear- And your own name on his lips made your heart flutter madly.

You thought of the way Emmet liked to grab you. In the heat of the moment you always “forgot” to tell your boss that it made you uncomfortable; Unable to find a otherwise polite way of saying you were going to go change undergarments in a minute because you were a fucking mess between your legs. His hand on your shoulder was enough to make you feel flushed and hot, not to mention the absolutely adorably innocent way he’d ask several times if you were feeling okay. You knew you were a blushing mess, and every single time every thought in your head went away and got replaced by blank static while you muttered out that sure, you were fine-

It didn’t matter which one it was, both of them made you horribly aroused and wet just by being in their presence- And for some Sinnoh-damned reason, no matter what you did…

You couldn’t even masturbate about it either. Your favorite erotica just didn’t do it anymore- And your internet was so slow and horrible that you couldn’t get a single video to play either! Although, to be fair, it wasn’t like train conductor porn was a common tag to find on any XXX video site, or even… written erotica. The few times you had, the comments were full of rail maniacs pointing out inaccuracies and nothing else, and you’d been unable to focus on the actual porn.

Nothing worked.

And you were growing desperate.

You could not have the Subway Bosses. They were your bosses, first and foremost- And they were so far above you in every category, of course they’d never look at you as a potential love interest!

So what to do? You couldn’t satisfy yourself. And you couldn’t get to the source of your pain, either.

So you turned to the next best thing.

Looking for someone who… resembled them. Just for a fling, of course!

Not that you wanted to admit to Jackie that the whole reason you’d picked him was because he resembled the Subway Bosses. He had similar sideburn things. His eyes were a dusty silver-gray. His smile and frown could make him look like Ingo or Emmet- And he could do a mean impression of the twin’s demeanor. He was a similar height. Similar build.

He would do.

“So, uh- What do you say, Jackie?” You asked coyly. You smiled up at him, face tinged with blush. “It’s not, uh- I don’t want anything permanent, of course- It’d just be a night together, right?”

And Jackie blushed fiercely- His eyes wide, and he almost looked- frightened? No, definitely surprised, you decided. He smiled weakly, letting out a soft laugh.

“Oh dear…” He trailed off, coughing into his fist- His eyes were looking everywhere but your own. Oh no. Please don’t-, you thought-

“I’m- I’m quite flattered, I really am, Miss- But uh, I just couldn’t. I simple can’t. You’re a very attractive young woman, yes- But- I have a strict policy against dating anyone from work,” He added. “And uh, I don’t do… er, flings- Not that I have anything against those who do, or anything!”

Gods this was an awkward conversation- At least, Jackie thought, his masters weren’t here to-

Oh no.

While his eyes darted everywhere else but yours, he locked onto a pair of silver eyes- Glowing with malice.

Lord Kudari, who had turned around in his seat to glare at Jackie- And also you. His smile was clearly strained, and Jackie knew exactly what his master was thinking.

Go on, Little Agent. See what happens if you don’t somehow turn this around immediately.

Jackie’s expression fell, and all the color drained from his face as his adrenaline shot through the roof. He was sixty seconds from being killed- And his face fell even more when Lord Nobori ominously leaned over from his seat as well, looking even less amused than his brother.

“Please, Jackie-” You continued- Sinnoh above you sounded pathetic- “Are you sure you wouldn’t reconsider? You said it yourself- I’m attractive, aren’t I?”

“Y-Yes, of course Miss!” He added, beginning to panic. “But- Really, I don’t do one-offs, ever! Please- er, respect that.”

You sighed heavily, embarrassed. “All right, I’m sorry I made you uncomfortable- I shouldn’t have pressed you like that, Jackie.” You took another sip of the margarita. “Could you forget this conversation ever happened between us?”

“Of course, Miss! Water under the bridges, and all that.” He smiled brightly. “Though I have to ask- Why me? Especially- Well, you didn’t strike me as the type to like… flings, exactly.”

“I’m… Well, I’m not,” You admitted. “It’s just- Arceus above, I’ve been so frustrated lately. And- Well, you’re exactly my type! I’ve never done something like this before, and- Well, I would prefer a long-term relationship, but not right now.”

Jackie felt a new rush of fear- And felt something grip his leg tightly. “You- You think I’m your type, you say? And why don’t you want a relationship right now?”

You weren’t about to admit to Jackie that it was because you were desperately trying to get over your infatuation with the Station Masters- You absolutely couldn’t ask anyone out on an actual date with the way you were towards your bosses right now.

“Well- yes- You have a really cute face. And uh, I’m avoiding relationships right now for uh, personal reasons.”

“That’s uh, interesting- I thought- I would’ve thought the Station Masters would be more your type, haha!”

“Oh, those two? Psht, Not in a million years!” You kidded- They wouldn’t take you in a million years, of course- You would’ve taken them at the drop of a hat.

Unfortunately, that was not the way Jackie interpreted that line.

And not the way the two Station Masters who were listening in with rapt attention interpreted it either. Ingo’s claws scraped at the edge of the table they were sitting at- And Emmet snapped the metal fork he was holding, bending and twisting it- Not in a million years would you take them, you said? You preferred that little Depot Agent to them so much? How dare you. Jackie was panicking even worse now. How- What was he supposed to do now?

Well, at least he’d had a pretty good run at this whole “being alive” thing. He was certainly going to miss Gear Station. He silently prayed- Not exactly to Arceus, but to any God- Heck even his own masters- He didn’t want for this to happen either!

“Agent Jackie!” A familiar voice called out to him.

ELESA! Jackie waved her over enthusiastically. Maybe Arceus didn’t hate him as much as he’d thought! “Miss Elesa! Fancy seeing you here!” He shouted through gritted teeth. Elesa came over to say hi- And he turned to you to continue your conversation.

“I find that remark rather strange, though Miss- Why on Earth wouldn’t you want to date the Station Masters? They’re respectable and, well, a lot of the ladies tend to find them pretty attractive.”

Elesa, meanwhile, had alarm bells ringing in her head- She saw Emmet and Ingo seated at a table together- Staring over at your table like a flock of starving Wingulls over a beached Finneon. Emmet was twisting a metal fork in his hand like it was limp noodle of spaghetti, and the dark look on Ingo’s face was borderline murderous.

And now this. Your coworker was desperately trying to catch her up to speed on the most important bit of whatever trainwreck of a conversation you’d been having earlier-

“Whatcha talkin’ about?” Another cheery voice asked, popping up behind Elesa.

Skyla. A very good friend of Elesa’s. Evidently out for a girl’s night? Date? Who knew? Elesa did.

“Oh, uh- Skyla! These are two of my friends from Gear Station.” She introduced you to the Mistralton Gym Leader- And Jackie, as well.

“Pleasure to meet ya!” Skyla remarked, smiling brightly.

“But anyway, what was that about not liking the Station Masters? I thought you liked them!” Elesa remarked. Please be them misunderstanding whatever you, just said Please be them misunderstanding whatever you just said-

You were rather flustered- Why was Agent Jackie and now Gym Leader Elesa demanding to know your thoughts on your bosses with the Mistralton Gym Leader hovering over you-

“W-Well, it’s not like I don’t think they’re handsome- Or anything like that,” You added bashfully. You were certainly not going to be divulging the depth of your… desires for your bosses to your coworker and two famous Gym Leaders, one of whom you’d literally just met. “It’s just-”

“They are pretty handsome, aren’t they?!” Elesa agreed excitedly- And Skyla stared at her friend with an expression somewhere between horrified and utter confusion. Handsome? Those two creepy muppet men, with their bizarre frog mouths- who talked in sync, walked in sync, seemingly having appeared out of nowhere one day- looking like menacing, train-themed clowns? Handsome?!

“Yea.” You agreed, a slight blush settling on your face. Jackie interjected. “What was that you were about to say?” You looked up again. “O-Oh, it was just- Well, You know how they’re such good pokemon trainers, you know? They’re famous, they’re powerful trainers, hardworking, cool… I doubt either of them would- Er, I mean, I just couldn’t. They’re out of my league.”

Elesa was only mildly dumbstruck; Jackie, on the other hand, was utterly dumbfounded.

You couldn’t be that oblivious, could you?

Your attention was on Miss Elesa and Skyla- Jackie was desperately gesticulating to his two masters in the corner whose expressions had changed from what had looked like We-Are-Actively-Plotting-Your-Murder to what now looked something in between blushing from the compliments their beloved had given to them, and intense confusion- You didn’t like powerful, hardworking, handsome, cool guys…?

But that went against everything they’d learned about your preferences. And they knew now you at least admired them- So why did that make it not okay for you to ask them out??

They would have to ask Miss Elesa about this later, they decided- But before they could move again, Elesa had turned to them- Jackie distracting you- and motioned for them to leave, a strange, stressed out look on the model’s face.

The absolute audacity of this mere mortal, Emmet thought- He would leave when he wanted to- Ingo turned his attention to his brother. “I actually agree with Miss Elesa, brother.” He whispered. Emmet turned to face his twin. “But Darling-” “Miss Elesa has it… dealt with, I believe. Though we shall intervene if necessary.”

And they disappeared as quickly as they’d materialized.

---

Eventually you all said your farewells- Agent Jackie left, texting a quick and heartfelt

[THANK YOU T vT]

to Miss Elesa; And you went home, alone again for the evening.

Elesa smiled at the text as she finally sat down with Skyla, and then put away her XTransceiver.

“So, Skyla- Why’d you want to meet up so urgently?”

Skyla dryly smirked back at her old friend.

She knew Elesa quite well- The two were as close as sisters, in some respects. She held up a piece of paper. Small, square- and evidently with something on the other side.

“I had nooo idea you thought the Subway Bosses were attractive, Elesa.” Elesa looked confused; No, no she did not- Especially since she knew what they really were- “Oh, you’ve got it wrong! I’m trying to help my friend- confess to one of them, She’s awfully shy, isn’t she?” Skyla’s smile disappeared. She knew Elesa very well. The two were as close as sisters. In many ways. And she could tell when Elesa was hiding something. She slammed the square on the table.

And Elesa looked down, the color draining from her face. After all the stupidity she’d dealt with from the twins- No, no no- not again- A photo. Of a four-armed blur that resembled the Station Master Emmet- with strange lights and stranger shapes around him- “Something strange is happening at Gear Station,” Skyla repeated. Oh no. “Don’t let this photo get deleted, no matter what.”

Elesa felt a bead of sweat run down her face. Skyla leaned back, watching her friend closely. “Oh, that photo? It’s- I’d forgotten all about that! It was just a bad photoshop prank, Skyla- I’m- I’m sorry for making you worry, but that was nothing!” Skyla looked at Elesa, studying her face. Oh, Elesa. The two of them were as close as sisters. And Elesa knew- And Skyla knew- Skyla could tell when Elesa was lying. And Elesa knew- that Skyla knew.

That she was telling an incredibly dumb lie.

There really wasn’t an end to this nonsense, was there?

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On a side note, of course Elesa makes friends with the Depot Agents! They’re infinitely friendlier and far nicer than Ingo and Emmet are, and they’re like wizards- Warlocks? Clerics? Who get cool magical powers from their masters as well, and once they learn that Elesa knows the secrets of Gear Station are absolutely 100% showing off the cool magical powers they were given for the explicit purpose of keeping the Station safe and secure from any threats- After all, Miss Elesa is a regular ol’ human being and she’s suuuper cool!

And you think they’d erase the entire ice cream parlor??? The one that had YOUR favorite flavor of ice cream? No, of course not! However, you notice that awful weird flavor you hated is gone from the menu-

Yet you fail to notice that the person who made it in the first place seems to be... absent as well.

We’re gonna need some Depot Agents Gossip now... I love the ice cream parlor story asdjh

[shurisneakers]

harmless (vii)

Summary: Bucky volunteers to go stop a small time villain, but nothing can prepare him for what exactly he has to deal with. (Bucky x villain!reader, drabble series)

Warnings: cursing, existential crisis, frustrated bucky, dramatic reader, lil bit of angst, clint barton being a lil shit

Word count: 3.4k

A/N: hey shoutout to @ugherik for suggesting a spin on the “A PLATYPUS!??!“ [perry puts his hat on] “PERRY THE PLATYPUS!???” thing. i used it in here, it’s a really small part and probably missable but i tried!! also i like the next chapter better than this one, i just wanted to put this here so it doesn’t seem abrupt <3333

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Previous Part || Series Masterlist

Bucky can’t stop staring at the mirror.

He wishes it was for narcissistic purposes. He had enough reason for it to be. His age may be a hundred but he had the youthful exuberance of a very drained sixty year old.

But no, it wasn’t because of the steel cut jawline or thousand gigawatt smile.

After last week’s mini-spiral, he does what almost half the videos on TikTok warn him not to do.  

He got a haircut.

Everyone’s reaction stopped him from following it up with an ear piercing, but he can’t confidently say he didn’t at least consider it once. Maybe a neck tattoo. 

He pulls at a lock of hair. It’s not even longer than his finger.

What did he do-

“It’s just a haircut, man,” he says to no one in particular, almost like he’s trying to reassure himself.

He runs his hands through his hair. It takes lesser time than he was used to.

Steve had told him he looked good. But then again, Steve wore a fugly costume 90% of the time, what did he know?

Clint acknowledged it and didn’t outright call him ugly, which he supposed was a compliment. Wanda simply smiled at him.

“FRIDAY?” he reaches out.

“Yes, Sergeant Barnes?” comes the automated reply.

“How are you?” It took him some getting used to her, given that she was constantly listening to everything, and in general seemed to go against the universal idea of privacy. 

But his therapist told him he needed to form friendships. 

She didn’t mention it had to be human ones.

“As good as ever. Is there anything I can help you with?”

He wants to ask her what she thinks of his hair until he realises fashion advice from a faceless AI is a new low for him. Maybe ‘Do you think I should crawl into a pit and die?’ would be more appropriate. 

“Never mind,” he dismisses instead. “Any messages for today?”

“A reminder to buy a harder bed because you can’t keep sleeping on the floor.” Ah, that was on Sam’s recommendation three months ago, but he wasn’t going to stop any time soon. “And a text from a contact named Nuisance saying to meet them at the attached location in thirty minutes.”

“Where is the location?”

“The local sports centre.”

“Isn’t that closed today?” 

If he had to go out in public looking like this, maybe he could wear a cap and sunglasses and no one would recognise him. Unfortunately, as he was reminded several times before by anyone with an iota of common sense, it was a stupid disguise. 

Beanie it was, then. Bare minimum. 

“It is, yes.” Fewer citizens to worry about.

“Okay.” He hesitates in front of the mirror again, adjusting the hat on his head. “Thank you, FRIDAY.”

“You’re welcome, Sergeant.”

He stares at the little tuft of hair at the front that refused to stay down no matter how much he shoved it back.

“Come on, man,” he exhales in slight despair. “Whatever.”

____

The lock of the door leading to the pool is easy enough to pick. He can see how you got in without a hitch even though it was closed. 

The deck around the pool was absolutely drenched in water. No one was using it, there was no reason for water to splash out unless it was deliberately kept like this.

He catches sight of you easily, being that you’re the only two people there. You were standing at the end of the hall, head ducked as you scrolled through your phone.

The door closes behind him with a soft thud.

You don’t look up from your mobile when you start talking, “What do you think 6 year olds like?”

Because James Barnes, carbon dated to 1917 and therefore certified young person, would definitely know the answer to this question.

“I don’t know. Lego?”

“Just how much money do you think a teacher makes-”

You stopped mid-sentence, finally lifting your head to catch his eye. He stares back at you, steps faltering when you don’t move.

"Who are you?" you squinted.

What

"It's me," Bucky says, tugging off the dumb beanie and using it to gesture vaguely towards himself. Fuck, he shouldn’t have worn it, it was ridiculous anyway-

"You sound like him..." You narrow your eyes. “You don't look like him.”

Great

He rolls his eyes before putting on a mock scowl. Can't have Bucky Barnes without a sense of eternal disgruntlement.

"Oh hey, that is you." You grin. "You got a haircut."

“I did.” He suddenly feels the awkwardness increase. His fingers fidget with the beanie.

“Nice.” You nod in acknowledgement.

He wants to hit himself at the words that just spill out before he could think about it. “You hate it.”

“I never said that,” you snort. “And since when does my opinion matter?”

“It doesn’t.” But now he wants to know what you think since he didn’t trust anyone else to tell him honestly.

“Must cut down on time in the shower, huh?”

It did.

He shrugs. He shoves the beanie into his back pocket.

“Was it a crisis haircut?” How did you kno- “Are you going to get bangs next time?”

“Shut up,” he says lamely, a dull burn in his cheeks. 

“I know a place where you can get hair dye for cheap. Not technically FDA approved, but I think purple streaks are a good place to start-”

“What are we doing here?” he interrupts, sighing.

“Skinny dipping. Take off your shirt, Barnes.” 

“Funny,” he says dryly, eyeing your shoes when you straighten up.

Ice skates.

“Fine, pants then.” You don’t make any effort to move from your end so he does, walking closer to you. 

“What are those for?” He doesn’t hide the annoyance from his voice when he points at your feet.

“Oh, these?” You look down at them. “Yeah, I’m going to freeze the pool.”

That seems... mild compared to the shit show you wanted to do last time.

“For?” He halts where he is. 

“’M gonna take my friends ice skating.”

“Is that all?” He wants to make a comment about the fact that you have friends but bites it back.

“Today is just a trial run. Tomorrow I’m gonna go freeze the East River.” There it is.

“The East River is not your personal ice skating rink.”

“Not yet it isn’t.” You lift up a middle finger.

It was too early for you to flip him off, even by your standards.

He raises an eyebrow.

Your face scrunches in confusion. You follow his gaze to your finger. “Oh yeah, no, that’s a freeze ring.”

Only then he notices a ring around the finger. From where he was standing he could make out the blue stone that adorned it.

“Joy.” He rolls up the sleeves of his black bomber jacket. “Let’s get this done with, then.”

“No no, wait.” You hold up your hand and he complies, having nothing to lose anyway. You pull out your phone and press a few buttons before shoving it back into your bag and tossing it aside.

The soft sounds of a piano start playing from a boombox near the corner of the room. A child starts singing following a series of knocks.

His eyebrows furrow. “What the fuck is this?”

“The Frozen soundtrack.” You beam at him. “I thought it was fitting.”

He doesn’t know what that is and at this point, he’s too afraid to ask. He can vaguely make out the lyrics being about a snowman but he isn’t too concerned.

He takes one step forward. You immediately point your fist at the ground in front of him, forcing him to jump back when a blast hits right in front of his shoes. Suddenly he gets why the floor is covered in water.

It sounds like a series of cracks as the water starts freezing over, a layer of ice now separating him and you.  

"You ready?” The mischief was woven in your voice as the blasts continued throughout the deck, effectively turning the entire floor into ice.

Bucky takes a step tentatively forward. Not bad. He takes another. Okay.

The third one is when shit starts to hit the fan. His hands shoot out to hold onto his balance when his footing slips from beneath him.

His Nike sneakers aren’t used to snow. They’re used to well manicured lawns and pavement trips to Starbucks and marble floors of the compound. Not swimming pool decks covered in ice.

He can hear you singing in the distance and every time he looks up you’re a little further away, making sure every inch of space is frozen.

It takes him a while to get over the initial fear of breaking his skull and just move forward swiftly with short steps. A goddamn penguin is what he looked like.

“There you go, you’re getting it,” you chirp as you whiz past him. He reaches out to grab at you, only to miss by an inch. He staggers, arms flapping wildly to regain his stability.

He hears crackling beside him. He gets a second or two to watch ice crystals spread through the water before turning it completely solid. You step onto the now frozen pool, testing your weight with one leg before cautiously getting on.

A triumphant smile emerges on your face. “Awesome.”

He manages to press himself against the wall as a form of support. 

There is no point to this whole thing. He knows this. It’s been well over 6 weeks and there is genuinely no point to this.

He realises it again when he moves from side to side, body erupting into a waddle. 

Why is he doing this. He doesn’t get paid extra. He doesn’t get any kind of compensation. All he gets is more wisecracking geniuses, embarrassment and the mortifying ordeal of getting caught imitating a penguin.

The song changes to a woman singing about doing something for the first time, forcing him to pay attention to it. He hears something about ball room and balls and tunes right back out.

Bucky manages to find his way to the actual pool since that’s where you’re twirling around, opting to land on his mental arm in case things go wrong. He takes a sliding step forward, followed by another. Maybe he can do this. 

“If a 200 pound super soldier can stand on this, I suppose it’s strong enough,” you muse, watching him slip and slide as he tries to invent makeshift ice skating.

Unfortunately, his method doesn’t have any brakes, so while he’s too busy trying to move forward, there’s no way to actually stop. He finds this out very soon when he almost launches himself off the edge of the pool.

Something yanks him backwards and back onto the ice.  

“Honestly, this is utterly useless since you can’t really do anything but it’s the most fun I’ve had all week,” you admit when he goes sliding towards the middle, arms flailing.

“You had to pick fuckin’ ice of all things.” He thinks that maybe he’s getting a hang of this. He can definitely move faster than what he was doing like, 10 minutes ago. It’s not like you were going anywhere, anyway. 

“I like to keep things spicy.”

He stays where he is to glare at you. You mouth the words to the song, watching his every move whenever it interested you. 

Okay, change of plan; a temporary distraction till he figures out how to actually get the ring from you. He settles on skating towards the edge of the rink slowly, taking a step off, slipping almost immediately when his foot comes in contact with the deck. 

“Where are you going?” you yell over the music initially but immediately break into song when it ends in a crescendo.

He takes a knee, lifting his metal arm up before driving it into the ground. It shatters magnificently, leaving small shards of ice at his disposal. 

He picks up one of them, waiting for you to complete your dumb twirl. He takes aim, and-

“Ouch, what the fuck?” You stop your off key singing to rub your shoulder where the ice hit you.

He wordlessly picks up another piece to throw at you, hitting you squarely in the leg.

“Stop that!”

He may not be able to move as fast but he can definitely throw. 

“Give me the ring,” he commands, stretching his arm behind his back before releasing another piece to hit your forearm. 

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” There’s nowhere you can skate to avoid his stupidly good marksmanship. 

“You gotta do what you gotta do.” He shrugs, breaking another patch of ice to replenish his ammo. “Hand over the ring.”

“Over my dead body,” you shriek when a particularly big piece lands next to your feet. You knew he missed that shot on purpose.

“I feel like I’m finally acting my age,” he says casually, finding your darting about in order to avoid him more fun than he initially thought. “Can’t throw pebbles at meddling kids so this is the next best option. Thanks.” 

“If you acted your age you’d be in a casket, Barnes,” you hissed, finding that skating in zig zags helped your cause, but not by much. “I’d be- you bitch- I’d be more than happy to help you get there.”

You raise your arm, ready to send another blast to freeze the water that was starting to melt around him, hopefully, keep him where he was if it froze around him. 

He flinches. You notice immediately, hand dropping slightly when you realise what it looked like.

“I’m not gonna freeze you,” you say, softer than you intended. From what you knew, he had enough and more experience with that and you weren’t going to contribute to it. 

He swallows thickly, giving himself a little shake of his head as if to jolt him out of his train of thought. 

Another piece of ice hits you in the leg. You let out a string of curses at him.

“The more ice you make, the more I have to throw at you, Y/N.” He waits for you to regain your balance when you nearly take a stumble. 

“Shut up, you’re so immature.”

“Remind me whose plan this was again?” No point waiting for you to regain your balance when you fall over only a few seconds later. 

He gathers a few shards in his beanie, tucking it into his belt like a little makeshift rucksack just in case before venturing out on the main rink again. 

It’s more difficult for you to stand without railings to guide you, giving him enough and more time to make his way towards you, staggering and skidding. 

Both of you looked ridiculous. 

“Stay away, fiend.” 

“Ring first.” He holds his hand out in front of you. He even considered pulling you up if you just made things easier.

Next thing he knows he’s on his ass on the ice beside you. 

“I hate you,” he groans, watching as you inch away from him on your knees.

He doesn’t really have any other options so he shoves aside the humiliation and gets on his knees, using his arms to drag him along the ice.

“For the love of Christ, none of us are winning here. Just give me the ring.”

The bitch from the soundtrack sings about letting it go but he won’t. 

“Never,” you shout, sliding away from him as fast as possible. 

You make use of the fact that the top layer of ice is starting to melt, using the ring to freeze it again. His knees and fingers get stuck as the water freezes over but he has super strength. It barely takes him a second to free himself. 

“Great,” he huffs, just settling down on the ice, ignoring the sting of cold that was spreading through his limbs. Running after you wasn’t going to work; he needed a way to get the ring. 

“You won last time, I’m not letting you win again.”

“Are we seriously keeping score?” He watches as you scramble towards the edge.

“No one likes a loser, Bucky.” You use the pool stair railings to pull yourself up.

“Explain why you have friends then.” He can’t help himself this time. 

“Hardy har har.” You roll your eyes. 

He doesn’t make an effort to move. Instead, when you take a step back into the rink, he raises his arm and pummels it into the ice, just to annoy you. 

The ground damn near shakes, pushing you dangerously towards losing your balance again. 

“Are you crazy?” Your arm shoots out in front of you to keep you from falling headfirst. 

“No.” He does it again. This time there’s a crack in the ice. “I’m just very tired.”

“If the ice breaks we’re both gonna be underwater, you moron!”

“Fine by me.” He shrugs. “Freeze it again. I’ll just find different ways to ruin it for you.”

You glare at him. He raises his arm above his head again.

“Fine! Fine, stop.” You eye him as he lowers his arm. 

He reaches for his stash of ice pieces from earlier, throwing one at your shoulder again.

“Boy, I swear if you don’t stop doing that-” you duck when another one comes at you. You had no idea he could be this annoying. 

It suddenly hits him, like a lightbulb going off in his brain. He wipes his hands off on his jacket, getting on all fours before slowly managing to pick himself up again. 

He looks at you, tilting his head slightly like he was studying you.

“What?” you ask suspiciously, eyeing as he starts inching closer towards you. “What are you thinking?”

It’s like watching a newborn deer stumble its way through the world, albeit more gracefully, until he starts picking up speed. The motherfucker was going to mow you down.

The skates are useful but not so much when an extremely determined bumbling oaf is barrelling towards you, his speed beginning to match yours even without equipment. 

You don’t know why you’re running, you don’t know why he’s chasing after you but when you see the end of the pool you take a sharp left only to have him knock right into you, sending you both sprawling.

You land half on top of him, breaking your fall but it doesn’t stop the very loud groan that escapes your mouth. He’s already in the process of sitting up straight, giving you less time to analyse what just happened.

“What the fuck was that for?” you speak through gritted teeth. “Fuckin’ acting like the both of us have free healthcare.”

“You refused to give up.”

“So your plan was to tackle me like a quarterback?” You threw your hands up.  

“One part of it.” He drags himself to the edge, away from you. 

“There's more to your monkey brained plan?” He doesn’t look at you. The ice around the pool has more or less melted, letting him gain proper footing on the floor before he stands up. 

“Oh, yeah.” He turns to you. “The other’s a trick I stole from Stark.”

Bucky holds up the ring. Your jaw slightly drops, eyes searching your finger for the now missing piece of tech. 

“Suppose that’s two points for me?” 

You’re impressed. You also want to stab him. So you do the next best thing.

“When I imagined you holding a ring in front of me, the circumstances were very different,” you comment.

“Bye, Y/N.” He spins on his heel, not even giving you a second’s worth of reaction. You found it amusing.

He heads towards the door, clothes all wet. He empties out melted ice water from his beanie before stuffing it into his pocket. Just when he’s about to leave, you remember something. 

Do you mean it genuinely or just because it has an effect on him? 

“Just for the record, Barnes, about your hair-” you call out, earning his attention from over his shoulder. “I think you look really good either way.”

The world may never know. 

You swear you can see the corners of his lips quirk upwards before he turns around again. 

He slips on a block of ice, cursing and clenching on to the door to keep him upright, quickly yanking it open and leaving before he has a chance to embarrass himself further.

Smooth.

Next part

[jiminrings]

can we get a fratboy Jimin and good girl oc with pinning from both sides 👀 ahhhh thank u in advance love ur writing!!

cherry king

drabble week: day four

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pairing: fratboy!jimin x goody two-shoes!reader

wordcount: 3k

glimpse: "y-you uhm, you-? y'know, you like... doing that? is that why it's your nickname?"

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“next!”

great!! the line’s moving :D

that’s only like the 87th time jimin has heard the word next and it makes him wonder how much more would it take him to bring him to the front

(it’s actually only been 14 times and jimin might just be a self-admitted impatient bitch!!!)

he understands that yes, it’s ten in the evening!!! and reasonably-large stores/pharmacies like these can have less staff at the time compared to ten in the morning

sure, checkout machines and cashier lanes could be broken down!! or they could just not be open at all

jimin gets that alright, maybe the self-checkout machines are close at this time of the night because it is ten in the evening

what’s not clicking in his mind, however is that at the exact time that he comes here

as in the EXACT time that he’s here (!!!) — there happens to be dozens of people in a store at ten in the evening, and there happens to be a grand total of one (1) cashier lane

atleast random store music would be entertaining :((( all he hears are the beeps of a scanner and the chatter of groups of people who came here

jimin was eavesdropping on some guys in front of him and he wAS invested but lmao turns they were just discussing the plot of die hard or any testosterone-jacked movie like it

he’s also tried looking at the smaller middle-aged woman’s phone in front of him who’s scrolling through her facebook feed, but quickly decides against continuing it

because what if u could see his face and when she turns it off, she’d see a college guy deeply-invested in the baloney article she was reading about how subway sandwiches are the work of the devil

so uh yeah he’s just looking everywhere besides the front, back, and the sides of him and in all angles basically

he’s,,,,, aimlessly scrolling through his instagram feed he’s already scrolled through tHREE times and his explore’s page a little too dry

it’s a good thing that jimin’s entirely sure he’s the nosiest person out of this line and no one else is trying to figure him out

might be wrong though

“cherry king?”

hold the fuck on

jimin’s eyes widen, head snapping up and clueless to the fact that he doesn’t look discreet at all, and his head-cocking’s the most movement he’s done the whole time in this store

WHO’S SAYING HIS NICKNAME?????

it can’t be a coincidence either because as far as he’s concerned, there isn’t anything named cherry king that’s being sold here

there is literally NO other plausible scenario happening here besides the fact that someone who knows him is in the store!!!!

his gaze falls to the person behind him, brows knitted in confusion until it clicks

oh

that was you?

“jimin? huh, it really is you. i thought i was losing my mind for a second.”

“y/n?”

okay maybe hE’S the one who’s losing his mind here

he knows you!! you’re the smart girl in his year who’s known for being pristine and stuff!! you’re like the good-est girl he’s ever known and heard of

.... quick question lads is that weird to know someone by

“you could’ve just called me by my name, y’know,” jimin chuckles heartily, still a little dumbfounded to see you here but he’s grateful for the interaction nonetheless

you look casual today?? like you still look like yourself but everyone else would think it’s an out-of-body experience to see you out of your pretty dresses and monochromatic get-ups

it’s you..,.. in a hoodie three sizes larger than your size with your pristine shoes traded in for socked-feet wearing slides

jimin thinks that you look like grace under pressure

“i wasn’t sure,” you smile right back and it’s the first time he realizes that there’s glasses atop your nosebridge, softening your image more from the usual composed look you carried

“how were you sure enough to say my nickname out-loud though?”

jimin questions you, bringing light to how he’s wearing a plain white shirt and is looking as relaxed as ever with how he’s dressed — his hair long enough to be put into a messy sprout of a bun

you clear your throat, the amusement bubbling in your scratchy throat

“you have yourself as your lockscreen, jimin.”

oh my gOD

he winces when you say it, eyes screwing shut in embarrassment that he whines in pain with how direct you put it

“n-no way — fuck you respectfully, y/n. i-i’m not- i’m changing it right now!!”

does he look the vainest person alive rn

the way he has a mini freakout entertains you to your core, giggles unable to be suppressed as he finds the latest-taken picture he has of dogs that he comes across with

that’s 10/10 an experience he doesn’t want to repeat again

“it’s okay. i won’t tell anyone.”

he hears you reassure and he believes you, a flustered blush on his cheek still as he coughs to make up for a diversion topic he couldn’t think of

frankly, you’re getting bored too and jimin’s the only form of entertainment you have because using your phone atm would be too disorienting

“what are you doing here, by the way?”

your head tilts in query and he’s relieved that you address something else, not being relieved seconds later when he realizes his answer

“just a little supply run for our frat. we weren’t supposed to run out of things for three more days, so this is just a lil emergency haul for awhile.”

you nod in understanding, glancing down at his basket and uh

uhm 1/4 of the space is literally occupied by boxes of condoms

....

......

jimin’s confused to why you turn silent, thinking that he must’ve gotten boring to continue talking to until he follows your gaze to his basket

NO WAY?!]>|>]%%[%]%]

“i-it’s not l-like that!!!” he crouches and immediately gets the food and the bottles of shampoo and conditioner to bury the condoms in the bottom of the pile, attractively getting more attention from you who’s ready to let it go

“i-it’s not — it’s ours — n-no!! t-they just gave me a list and i just put it because it’s on the list b-but like it wasn’t my-...”

how many more times will the universe fuck jimin up in front of the person he has a lil happy crush on

you only smile meekly, tilting your head and he thinks this is the part where you tell him how much of a douche he is

"y-you uhm, you-? y'know, you like... doing that? is that why it's your nickname?"

:O

“t-that?” jimin clarified albeit confused, thinking back to his nickname as he tries to rapidly connect the dots to not look like a fool

cherry king? that?? what do you-

WAIT WHAT

“nO!! o-of course not!!”

he almost shrieks and his voice sounds ultimately defensive, shaking his head no

why does he look so frantic

“hey, hey, i believe you! — calm down, jimin. you don’t have to explain anything to me.”

whew

fuck

but he argues that it iS the truth though!!!

but why won’t you just ask him why he’s called cherry king though >:(

you’re already content with the silence after the conversation but he isn’t, still wanting more

is it so bad that he wants redemption D:

“how about you? what are you doing here?”

you don’t answer instantly and it’s because you’re nudging jimin to continually walk, the cashier looking much more visible now as he’s nearer in line

he takes a look at the handful of things that’s in your basket —

electrolytes, hot pockets, soup, cup noodles and fever patches...?

“oh. i think i’m running a fever.”

what???

what are you doing here aLONE if you think you’re running a fever???

he’s not gonna lie about the fact that you don’t look too good

what if you pass out and no one’s there for you and all the graveyard shift employees do is put a wet floor sign around your figure???

“y/n?? what are you doing here alone then?? are you oUT of your mind??”

the panic in jimin’s voice is clear as day and you’re a little startled, instead responding to tapping him on the shoulder to point that he’s already the one on the cashier

what he does is grab your basket before he is, putting it in front of the conveyor belt because he couldn’t even wait for it to roll out

“i said i think i’m running a fever.”

jimin stops from simultaneously rummaging for his rewards card and putting his items on the counter to unceremoniously drop the box of condoms down jUST to put his hand on your forehead

“you are.”

you surely don’t think low of jimin but you can’t help be surprised either at his concern for you when this is the only time you’ve had a conversation with him!!!

“you drove here?” he asks in seriousness, sending you a look while waiting for the total amount

“walked. the airconditioning makes me even more sick,” you answer with no fuss because even thinking about car fresheners while you’re sporting a fever makes you want to gag. “let me-...”

jimin already pays for both your items in cash, getting them bagged separately as he’s not gonna take no for an answer for what he’s gonna propose next

“then i’ll keep the windows down. i’ll drive you back to your dorm.”

he grabs both your bags in one hand and uses the other to beckon you over, holding you still because it’s dark out and a fever vision wouldn’t exactly help

it’s only when he straps you in and (true to his word) puts the windows down and starts his car that you start asking

“why are you doing this for me?”

why IS he doing this for you??

jimin thinks about his answer in a second

“would you do the same for me?”

well

if you were in front of him at a godforsaken line, had yourself as your lockscreen, realize that jimin’s behind you with a fever and is by himself in a store at 10 in the evening

“of course i would.”

jimin smiles, steering away from his parking spot

“then i would too.”

( ♡ )

maybe you’re thinking of jimin

no wait you’re dEFINITELY thinking of jimin

you’re much better now and your fever’s already subsided enough for you to go back to class!!!

the whole interaction with him was three days ago and maybe your head is just full of him at this point

“are you sure you’re okay to handle this by yourself??”

jimin worries when he drops your bag to your hands, briefly coming inside your dorm to set it down

“mhmm. i’ll just sleep it out.”

“i think if you’re missing a couple of steps.”

you snort as his paranoid features, waving him off. “i’ll eat. then go to the bathroom. and then sleep.”

okay good enough

“what if this just-“ jimin trails off, his expansive mind suddenly running as he points to your chest, “stops????”

cute

“i have a smart watch.”

“would you put me as one of the emergency contacts? please?”

he’s making you take down his number without malice because jeez he’s gENUINELY worried!!!!

it may not always be great sharing a house with his frat brothers, but he knows that if he has a fever, atleast half of them would dote over him and you have atleast one who would go into hysterics!!! it’e a full package!!

“i’ll be okay, jimin. i’ll call you when i need someone to hand me my puke bucket.”

“please do. i’m not even kidding. get better now because i miss your dresses.”

o_O

uhm

“n-no i meant your usual style!! wait, not that there’s anything wrong w-with your style right now. i-i was-...”

“yeah. i miss them too. now go home, jimin.”

“you sure?”

u never really had the impulse to invite a guy to go inside your place but maybe now you do

“mhmm. drive safe.”

okay

:-)

“good night, y/n. call me whenever.”

classes were a bit rough today because you’re still easing yourself on getting back to the groove of things, but it was tolerable!!!

you’re getting your key out of your backpack when a lock clicks open a couple doors away from you, the hinge noisily squeaking

it’s jimin who leaves it, with seri who’s the actual occupant of the dorm leaning on the doorframe

“y/n—!”

he squeaks the moment his eyes land on you

your hand automatically waves, the same meek smile for him to see

“jimin.”

( ♡ )

the last interaction you had with him is still on jimin’s mind, a whole week later

it’s been bothering him recently that you know what it looks like the last time around!!!! but he could swear up and down that it wasn’t

he just feels this great urge to explain even if you haven’t asked

“oh. so we have to move out for the time-being?”

jimin clarifies with namjoon, the head of the frat, and he’s met with a solemn nod

it makes sense!!!

the house got checked today and there were mULTIPLE fire hazards!!! and it needs to be fumigated anyway under new campus protocol so it indeed makes sense

practically everyone's going home because it’s a long weekend anyway because of a holiday

and he’s not sure if he wants to take the same route.

“hi.”

jimin squeaks the moment you open your door, surprise evident on your face but not shock to the point you’d close the door on him

“jimin?”

okay maybe he’s gonna go straight to explaining

“frat house needed to be closed because of some complications, and it wouldn’t be open to us for another three days. most of the guys are coming home,” jimin clears his throat, his head down while he shyly scratches the back of his ear, “i have one, but i’m not sure if i wanna.”

oh

it’s that problem

it takes one, two seconds before it all registers in your head, nodding surely

“you can take my bed. i’ll take the couch, it’s a pull-out anyways.”

you open the door for him widely and the only thing you ask if he’s had dinner and if he’d like some

god you’re really throwing him in a loop here

it’s after a batch of your cooking that jimin’s only ache is why you were the way that you were, half-dazed the whole time he’s met you properly

“why do you never ask me?”

“hmm?” you hum as you dry the dishes that you’ve used, wanting to get it done as soon as possible so your full attention would be on him

no, actually. jimin WANTS you to pry!!

he wants you to worm your way into his privacy and into the confines of his mind

but it seems like you’ve already did without even asking.

“ask me why i’m called the cherry king.”

you tilt your head in confusion, that time playing in your head of why jimin looked confused when you didn’t continue to ask further

maybe you’ll indulge him

“why are you called the cherry king?”

jimin smiles, leaning to your couch with his arms relaxed

“we did secret santa for christmas at our frat house. taehyung thought it would be nice if he pranked me by gifting me a jar full of cherries, but i thought that was his actual gift, and i liked it to the point that i finished it in one sitting.”

tHAT’S ACTUALLY PRETTY ENDEARING

cute, even

“ask me why i came out of seri’s apartment last week.”

oh that’s.,.,. that’s a bit higher in level compared to nicknames

“why did you come out of seri’s apartment last week?”

“because seri’s the ex-girlfriend of hoseok, my frat brother, and he wanted me to return all her stuff because he doesn’t want to be reminded of his cheating ex.”

well that was definitely weighted

jimin plays with the hem of his shirt, the words tumbling out of his mouth

“ask me why i love you.”

why do you wHAT

your mouth drops open, the new position you took on the other end of the couch taking an impact on him

“w-why do you love me?”

jimin’s a lot of things but he’s not drunk tonight

he doesn’t know why he’s letting his feelings slip either, but it’s the bottomless need that he feels when he’s around you

“i feel wanted. i feel needed.”

he smiles cheerfully even if he feels shy dropping this on you all of a sudden

“not sure if you want me nor need me, but i feel welcome with you if that makes sense.”

:)

“you just make me feel loved, i guess.”

jimin looks at you for the first time since he’s opened his mouth, an equally fond look on your face

you said no words but what jimin receives is a gentle tug, your hand on the side of his face until he’s leaning on your shoulder

“i wanna know what's up there.”

he points a finger to your temple, an amused lilt to his tone, “surprise me.”

it’s an unfolding of things that was weeks in the making but months in developing, the distant glances leading you to recognize jimin in the shop in the first place

“i feel the exact same with you,” you answer honestly and it makes his laugh from his chest, his cheeks warm and his heart content

and you just wanna suspend yourselves in this moment forever

“oh! and if i were to lose my virginity to anyone at the moment, it'd be you!!”

...

....

jimin swats at your shoulder to which you only giggle at, a toothy smile on display as this is the warmest he’s ever felt

“i wasn’t kidding!!!”

you yawn when you defend yourself, predicting that you’d fall asleep sooner or later on the couch, but for the time-being, you just stroke jimin’s hair to soothe the both of you

jimin is now the furthest thing from sleepy

"what? you told me to surprise you!!"

[ellewords]

atsumu was like the sun. he shined and glowed and warmed people just by being near them. without a single thought, he was able to brighten the mood in ways that no one else could. even on his darker days or when his being felt too harsh, he left an impact that made everyone long for more. you couldn’t always see him, couldn’t always feel his presence, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t there somehow, unseen but known.

by association, that sort of made you the moon. you could shine brightly and leave a warm glow and comfort others when they felt like they were in the dark. but all of that wasn’t possible without the sun. without atsumu.

people didn’t know you unless you were by atsumu’s side. they didn’t spare you a glance until atsumu brought attention to you. but you didn’t mind. all you wanted was to have him by your side, to support you when you couldn’t hold yourself up, to be brilliant beside him even if you would never outshine him. you were content in your current situation.

so why did it hurt so much seeing him continue to shine? why did his warmth suddenly feel so cold? why couldn’t you be as bright as him all on your own?

or, atsumu will always be the sun, you always the moon. maybe now it’s time to accept that you’re nothing without him so you can finally shine for yourself.

-💛

—  from elle ! 💛anon you never miss, do you? aaaa this was so good it lived in my head rent free ever since i first read it >_< i just had to write an addition to this for the way you made my heart actually ache. i hope i did your drabble justice :<< this just hit a lil too close to home ngl thank you for reading everyone, i hope you like this! reblogs are appreciated, they help a ton <3

fic notes / warnings : timeskip!miya atsumu x gn!reader, angst, fluff (-ish? kinda) ending, oneshot, wc: ~1.52k (!! my longest margins addition so far omg)

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atsumu has a gravitational pull, that much has always been clear to you and everyone else; a pull so strong that you can’t help but orbit around him. every room he walks into, he commands the attention of everyone present. one can’t help but simply be drawn to him — with his bright smiles, boisterous laughs, and larger than life movements. it’s no wonder why everything seems to bend to his will, how the universe seems to revolve around him. 

you’ve moved around him for as long as you can remember, every now and then, he lets you borrow his light. the world has associated you with him and you don’t blame anyone one bit. 

his name has always come first. setter for the inarizaki volleyball team, miya atsumu. invited to the all-japan youth intensive training camp, miya atsumu. captain of the inarizaki volleyball team, miya atsumu. setter for division one volleyball team, the msby black jackals, miya atsumu.  

meanwhile, yours is treated as an afterthought, an attachment, a footnote in the awe-inspiring narrative of his life. you’re known as his childhood friend. his best friend, the one who cheers him on from the stands in every single one of his games. alleged significant other, according to whispers in the hallway and to the tabloids and paparazzi. his eventual confirmed significant other, ln yn. 

atsumu and who’s that with him? atsumu and his best friend. atsumu and his significant other. atsumu, oh, and yn’s here too. it’s always atsumu before yn; his name before yours. sometimes, you wonder if anyone would know your name if he hadn’t started dating you.    

you walk behind atsumu, not beside him, when you enter a room. fingertips loosely intertwined with his, you attempt to keep your head up as atsumu introduces you around. they spare you a quick “hi”, before beginning a conversation with your sun. 

though he’s not really your sun, is he? you’ve always had to share him with everyone else. everyone needs a little sunshine in their life, a little warmth; his brilliance is dazzling, like everyone else, you revelled in his glow. 

the world has always associated you with him, but it never worked the other way around. atsumu has always shined on his own; you needed him to have light for yourself. 

~

no one blames the sun for burning a little too bright; it’s simply the way it is. similarly, you’ve never blamed atsumu for being the way he is. he doesn’t know, didn’t mean to do it in the first place. atsumu has always existed for himself, lived life the way he sees fit.

you can’t blame him, no matter how much you wanted to. even if you forced yourself to. 

staring at the sun is fascinating, but do it long enough and it starts to hurt. the warmth is no longer comforting, but harsh and prickly. the light is no longer magical and dazzling, but blinding and terrifying. it took some time, but you eventually convinced yourself to look away. 

“ya sure ya wanna do this?” atsumu asked, immediately recognizing your hesitance. he doesn’t want to break up, he wants you to take your words back, he wants you to tell him that this was all just some sick prank. but right now, it doesn’t matter what he wants. what matters is how you feel, the emotions he didn’t realize you had been feeling. 

“no…” you mumbled. the intensity of his gaze makes your knees buckle, but you stand your ground. even in the chilling darkness of his living room, he radiates light and understanding, making everything all the more difficult. you bite the inside of your cheek, letting a few beats pass before your next words, “but i have to.”

“i believe in you,” atsumu nodded, stuffing his hands in the pocket of his jeans. he lets out a quiet exhale, eyes gazing on the suitcases in your hand, “yer gonna do so many amazin’ things.”

your grip on the bag’s handle tightened. it was the end of an era, one that you didn’t expect would be ending at all. but it had to be done. for the first time since you met atsumu, you finally began to think of yourself. a small smile plays on your lips, hoping that he picks up on the pure gratefulness of your tone, “thank you for lending me your light.”

his reply would play in a loop in your mind. even in a breakup, the darkest the night has ever been, atsumu offers you a little bit of light. as expected from the sun.  

~

the moon goes through several phases. some days are better than others. it’s a wave of several highs and lows, but you grow to understand that’s how things are. on some nights it’s as invisible as they come, the clouds blocking out what little light it already produced. though it glowed on other nights, you often feel like nothing has changed. but you learn to trust the process either way. 

gazing at the moon is calming, not dazzling and exceptional, but calming. it provides peace, serenity. you often gazed at the moon, especially on the nights where you could only toss and turn. a cold breeze would blow past you and send shivers down your spine, painting your bare skin with several goosebumps. leaning on the balcony railing and taking in the sounds of a city that barely slept makes you think of him. 

you miss the sun; you miss your sun. you miss his presence and the warmth he brings you. atsumu checks in every now and then, asking how you’re doing and wondering if you’d ever want to meet for a cup of coffee. you’ve never accepted any of his offers for fear of only getting pulled back in. 

you’ve never realized that you always had a gravitational pull of your own. atsumu spends most of his nights gazing at the moon. when his heart raced and his mind buzzed, the moon brought him tranquility — as did you, his anchor. 

[ miya atsumu ] : the night sky is nice tonight, it makes me think of you. i like that we’re always looking at the same one. 

[ miya atsumu ] : i hope you’re doing okay.

he’s right, the night sky does look nice. the moon is full and shining the brightest you’ve ever seen it shine. gleaming, enchanting, and breathtaking doesn’t seem to do its beauty any justice. perhaps the poets and artists had been right all along, the moon is the perfect muse. your thoughts almost convince you that its light isn’t artificial. but twinkling beside the moon are the stars, shimmering high above the world you know, their light completely their own.   

you’re not okay. being the moon may not be too bad, but you’ve already realized that you want to be amongst the stars as one. 

~

days turn into weeks, and eventually months. sometimes they blend together when nothing of interest or importance happens, though you strive for events that are worth remembering. you’ve found a job that you actually like, one that you truly excelled at. you’ve started to put yourself out there, to meet people that pushed you to be better than you had been the day before. slowly but surely, you began to create your own light.

some days your light faltered, some days are dimmer than others, but it was a light of your own. it’s one that didn’t need another’s glow to exist. soon enough, you find yourself accepting one of atsumu’s many offers for a cup of coffee.

he’s now brighter than ever. setter for division one volleyball team, the msby black jackals, miya atsumu, has turned into setter for japan’s olympic team, miya atsumu. his radiance is as blinding as ever, the largest grin on his face as he waves his hand out the second he caught sight of you.   

but you’re brighter now too, weaving through the cafe tables with your head up high. you’re more sure of yourself, standing taller, making each step towards him with purpose. you’ve lost the tension in your shoulders, the weight that built in your chest. and atsumu notices it too.  

“you’ve changed.” he smiles, much softer than you’re used to. his gaze is fond as you settle in the seat in front of him.  

“i know,” you reply, the corners of your lips twitching upwards, “but thank you for lending me your light.”

atsumu’s smile remains that same soft one that you’re not used to as he recognizes your words almost immediately. he leans back in his seat, gesturing a hand to you, “never gave ya anythin’, this is all you.”

he replies with the same words he said several months ago, the latter half of the sentence being the only addition. warmth fills your chest as he never lost a single ounce of sincerity. the only difference? this time you actually believe him. 

atsumu may still be the sun, but you’ve become a star in your own right; you no longer need him to shine. maybe someday you’ll shine bright enough to allow yourself to exist beside him. but for now, this is enough. 

᠃ ⚘᠂ ⚘ ˚ ⚘ ᠂ ⚘ ᠃

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[lepusrufus]

Daniela and her maiden are just gonna canoodle in the bed and poor maiden’s roommates walk in and freeze when they see Daniela mouth “Don’t wake her up” while she pulls that wicked sickle from under the pillow, and maiden just grumbles and buries herself more into Daniela while pulling the blankets over her. Maiden does not have to argue for an extra piece of toast that morning for breakfast. But I also assume that poor lil maiden will be shit talked very privately behind her back. How could anyone sleep with the crazy daughter? how could anyone enjoy that monster’s company?

Ooooooh anon this idea is absolutely brilliant! Anita is really sweet so it doesn't take long for other maids to start both resending her and judging her like no tomorrow. She and dear unhinged Nicole would most likely bond a little over being judged and avoided by mist staff. Except Nicole has, as some would say, thicker skin and is at least liked by the older maids while poor Dani's girl is all alone. I had to write a little drabble based on this

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Free days were becoming increasingly quiet and lonely, with how the other maids tended to avoid her. 

How could anyone enjoy that monster's company?

Anita winced at the memory of her whispering colleagues from this morning, before they realized she was within earshot and scurried away. The cold cobblestone of the garden steps did nothing to alleviate her miserable state of mind, quite the opposite actually. She wished she could spend some time with Daniela, but today she was hunting with her sisters so she was left to her own devices. Besides, she wasn't really looking to cause a bloodbath if the redhead inquired about her mopey demeanor. 

"Hey." 

She was snapped out of her thoughts when another person plopped down beside her with two cups of what looked to be tea. 

"Oh, Nicole. Hi. What are you doing here?"

"I'm on break and you looked like a shivering kicked puppy. Thought I'd bring you something warm." She emphasized her words by extending one of the cups in Anita's direction. 

She gladly took it, trying to take a sip but instead grimacing when the hot liquid burned her lips. Nicole didn't seem to mind though, as she was drinking her tea while watching the vine covered statues in the yard. The girl seemed to enjoy sitting in silence but the longing for a conversation with someone pushed Anita to start some sort of small talk. 

"I didn't know you were on the afternoon shift. I never see you around." It sounded more like something you'd say at an office job than in a castle in the middle of nowhere, Romania. 

Nicole furrowed her brows, as if Anita was missing some kind of detail everyone and their dog was aware of. 

"I work in the dungeons with Cassandra. Apparently the cook really appreciates how I section bodies and the Lady put me on permanent chopping and weapon cleaning duty." 

Her nonchalance was in contrast with the gruesome words and it made Anita grimace. She looked down at the small ripples on the surface of her tea and sighed, not quite ready to give up on a conversation.

"Do the other maids talk about you? You and...Cassandra?" 

Her voice was small and barely audible, but the other girl turned to her nonetheless. Then her gaze shifted towards a small group of maids also spending their free time in the garden who seemed to try very hard to not look in their direction.

"I'd assume so." 

"Doesn't it ever get to you?" 

"Hard to take their words to heart when I know tomorrow I may have to perform a mock autopsy on them, you know?" 

This time Anita curled in on herself a little, unable to stop a physical reaction at the words. She was painfully aware that she could have been one of the maids turned into wine and food. Noticing this, Nicole took some pity on her and changed the subject.

"Look, are you happy with Daniela?" 

That seemed to distract Anita from images of bodies hanging from hooks and she stilled. She took another long sip from her cup and finally answered.

"Yes. I know what the other maids say about her but once you get to know her she's really sweet and-" she was interrupted by a hand in the air. 

"You really don't need to explain yourself to me, of all people." 

An amused smirk was present on Nicole's lips and Anita couldn't help but chuckle herself. The maids generally couldn't decide which of the two younger sisters was the worst, often going on personal experience to back their claims. At least they had something in common, even if that was an apparent preference for dangerous vampiric women. 

After that they fell into a comfortable silence, finishing their tea and watching as maids went in and out of the yard. Until a familiar buzzing reached their ears and she was scooped up into strong arms. Daniela's giggling, that she had grown to love, only stopped briefly when the redhead leaned in for a kiss that was gladly returned. 

"We got back early. And we caught a huge buck!" Her excitement was intoxicating and it made the other two giggle too. "Oh hey Nicole, Cassandra was looking for you in the dungeons." 

Nicole's eyes widened and she sprung up, quickly grabbing the cup from Anita's hands and starting to walk towards the doors with hurried steps, clearly having lost track of time. "Fuck." 

"See you at dinner?" Daniela asked after her in her usual sultry voice. 

"Never!" 

After the doors shut, Daniela's yellow gaze returned on Anita with that wicked glint that she knew all too well. 

"I think I'm going to take a hot bath, I'm awfully sore," she said, pouting for dramatic effect. "Care to join me?" 

Anita rolled her eyes, recognizing the code word for come draw me a bath, I'm a spoiled rich kid, but getting to share a bath with the redhead afterwards felt like a good enough deal. She couldn't deny that her muscles needed some relaxing, even though she didn't know how much "relaxing" would last with Daniela, but she accepted nonetheless. 

[grippingbeskar]

thanks for the tag!!! i luv talking about myself HAHAH @sturkillerbase

1) How many complete fics/one shots do you have that you have not published (yet)?

I have like 5 fics I could post if i edited them i just havent had time fml but I would call them finished

2) How many WIPS do you have right now?

Seven fml HAHAHAH

3) Do you take writing requests or write original ideas, or both?

Both! I have a lot of ideas but theres a couple of fics that have been inspired by requests, they usually take a little longer for me to write though bc i have no idea where to take them hahahah

4) If you do take requests, how many do you currently have?

I think I have two?? 

5) How many fandoms do you write for?

Marvel and Star wars r what I know best so 2? tons of charatcers in those worlds i feel like its enough

6) Are there any fandoms you wrote for in the past that you no longer write for?

I was a massive one direction fan, but I wouldnt call what I posted actual writing HAHHA thank fuck its all deleted now

7) Do you write for ships, reader inserts or other?

reader inserts mostly, maybe i should expand idk

8) Niche fandoms/characters you write for?

I do have a draft for Javi from Narcos is that counts?

9) Do you read fics as well as write them?

omg of course

10) What is your favorite genre to write for?

i want them to fuck. but with proper build up HAHHAH

11) What is your favorite trope (to read/write)?

hurt/comfort always omfg.

12) What do you do to get motivated to write?

I have no idea, it literally will come to me at random times when im day dreaming and ill just be like holy shit write this down 

13) Is there a trope/genre you like to read, but not write?

i cant think of any rn, anything i dont write is usually also things i dont read

14) Any characters/fandoms you want to write for that are never requested?

hmmm maybe more mcu characters??? 

15) How long have you been writing fanfiction?

nothing serious before a few months ago

16) Did you read fanfiction before you started writing?

omg i literally did nothing else HAHAHA

17) Do you only post on Tumblr, or any other sites as well?

yep just here! i might post on ao3 at some point but so far just here

18) What do you personally consider the word counts of “Drabble”, “One shots” and “fics”?

i feel like my standard for myself is different, but for a drabble anything like 500-700 words, one shot would be over 1k and then fic like anything over 5k??? mine are always longer tho idk i cant shut up 

19) Which do you prefer to write more? HC, drabbles, oneshots/fics, multi chapter stories, other?

one shots i think

20) Are there any stories you have discontinued? If so, why?

nope! my only series is on a lil hiatus but only bc i have no idea what to do next hahah

21) What is one of your main “pet-peeves” as a writer on Tumblr?

hmmmm i feel like the whole reblog/like ratio maybe?? i dont write anything for the likes or reblogs, but fics can reach a ton more people who might like it/give feedback if you reblog instead!!! support ur fave writers!!!

22) Do you write at a particular time of day?

usually at night/late afternoon

23) Do you listen to music, ambiance/noise, etc. to write or do you need silence?

i legit have tv shows on in the background. my mind can never concentrate unless i have like a thousand things happening at once hhaha

24) Do you outline your fics at all before writing?

nope we wing it out here

25) Do you post your writing as soon as you finish it, or do you schedule it to come out at a specific time/day?

usually i post right before i go to sleep because thats when i finish, but i dont really keep to a schedule or anything

tagging anyone who wants to do it!!!! tag me in urs i wanna read about all u beautiful ppl <3

[binniesthighs]

call me babydoll | reader x chan

soooo shhhh this actually a part one shhhh but i’m just trying out writing out different things and getting out some of my ideas outta my head that i’m really excited about, this one being one of them!! for now...just pretend that this is just a regular ol’ drabble hehehehe. this part is the set-up chapter (shhh i mean drabble) 

One

Pairing: self insert, female reader x bang chan 

Genre: fluff, smut, and angst 

Tags: (overall) bodyguard au, moderndayprince!chan, bodyguard!reader, secret agent au, royal au, action and peril, plot driven, running out of time, slow-ish burn, growing feelings, softswitch!chan, hardswitch!reader, some skz side characters, jeongin third wheel and comedic relief LOL, travelling, chan being expensive and having a lil bit of a superiority complex, flirtyyyy chan, bits of mystery, explicit language, mentions of food and alcohol, idk think like 007 vibes hehe 

CWs: guns and gun violence, a shooting in a ballroom, mentions of blood 

Word count: 4.6k 

Parts

ONE | TWO 

“I wasn’t expecting to see you here early.” 

“Well, expect the unexpected.” 

“Don’t turn the motto back at me. I’m sick of hearing it so many damn times.” 

“What? You and I both know that it’s true. You’re here early too, so, technically you don’t get to say anything.” 

Jeongin straightened his bow tie, then patted down the sides of his perfectly ironed tux with not a crinkle to be found. Knowing him, it was a miracle that he hadn’t messed it up in some form yet. He promptly took out his pocket square to clean off his glasses. 

“You’re looking nice. Seems like they don’t mind spending money now on you these days.” He blew off the flecks of dust on his lenses. 

“They know that they get their return on their investment. And thank you.” 

You smoothed down the sides of your dusty pink dress that nearly went all the way down to your ankles. Had you any other choice, it would’ve been something different, but, dresses were really good at hiding your thigh holster compared to the slacks you usually favored. You didn’t mind the times that you would have to put on a pretty dress, it somewhat reminded you that there was normal life outside of your job. Not to mention, they had started sending you jewelry as well. You always had liked the look of a diamond necklace. 

“You do your research for tonight?” 

Jeongin nodded, then took from his pocket his phone to read over the details. 

“I’ve done a background check on everyone attending, we shouldn’t have any issues. It’s already a low risk event anyway. Charity is never something to get too worked up over, but, you never know with the detail that some of these people come with...who they might be tied to...” 

“--The only people we can trust is ourselves.” You nodded with arms crossed. 

“Expect the unexpected, I know.” He slid his phone back into his inside suit pocket to adjust his cufflinks. 

“--Nervous?” You took note of his fidgeting actions. 

“Nervous? No. I’ve been through this before. You know that.” 

You flicked your partner right on his forehead strung with his white hair. You had really wished that he had picked a less conspicuous color, but he had strings to pull that you didn’t. 

Jeongin cleared his throat, “You do your once over?” 

“Do you even need to ask? I did it hours ago and when we arrived. You know that I’ve done this before too.” 

“I know. I know.” 

Jeongin looked out at the vast circular atrium that made up the center of the hotel. Several stories down under the glass rooftop, you could hear the faint sprinkling of the intricate fountain which smelled of copper. A bit further down, you could see the tips of the tree branches from the indoor landscaping. Across the way, a door slammed with residents tucking in their ties. The two men you had recognized from the roster: a simple thing which made you feel at ease. Your young partner must’ve started to have an effect on you. A sense of unease seemed to quell in your neck. You always listened to your hunches. 

“W-what do you think he thinks of us?” Jeongin broke the silence. 

“Well,” From inside the room you had waited outside, you could hear his distant murmuring, so you lowered your tone. “I think that he has yet to trust us. It’s only been a few weeks. He doesn’t seem like the kind to give himself up easy. That, and I’m sure his resentment of his father must have some influence.” 

“You think he hates us?” 

“I think he hates his father for hiring us. I mean, wouldn’t you? His old security detail, he had them for years.” 

“I guess so. But, we’re not like his old detail.” 

“No. We’re not. I don’t think he gets that yet. I think he sees us as one more way his father has a hold on him.” 

“It’s not like he can do much else about it when his dad’s a kin--” 

“--No, no, thank you, really, it’s lovely. Some of your best work. Thank you.” 

Chan swung open the door to his room, stopping Jeongin right in his sentence. 

“Ah. You’re here already. That’s...punctual.” 

As dazzling and showy as ever, Chan looking nothing short of a magazine model. For a prince, he had certain...appearances that he had to maintain. Today, it was a velvety and maroon suit jacket with a white button up. On the collar, two matching brooches had been perfectly placed, and they were silver like moonlight in the shape of English ivy and adorned with diamonds. On his lapel, he wore the royal insignia of the lion and the wolf. Behind him, you could see his slew of stylists cleaning up their makeup kits and obscene assortment of designer dress shoes for him to pick from. You had thought before that he even smelled like royalty: stuffy white roses with a hint of priceless cognac. 

Jeongin bowed his head respectfully. “Everything has been prepared for tonight. The rest of your guards are surrounding the building, and I’ll be corresponding with them as needed, your Highness.” He tapped at his earpiece. 

Chan drew his attention over to you, giving you a rather lusty glare. Over the past couple weeks, you had gotten used to it. He was a prince to every extent of the word. If there was anything that he had wanted, he simply had to ask. It drove him insane that all he could do was merely look at you. You had  wondered if he harbored anything else for you besides the way that he would devour the curves of your shoulders and hips. 

“Fox. Bee. You look nice tonight. I like seeing you dressed up. Makes me feel less out of place.” 

You couldn’t help but let out a little sound of discontentment over his rather affectionate nickname for you. You and your partner had been introduced to him as F and B. Quickly he had figured out Jeongin’s codename as Fox, considering that he had done a poor job picking out one that wasn’t related to him at all. Anyone could tell that boy was fox-like, and he also just wasn’t that creative when it came to picking out a name for himself. B, or Bee as he had decided, was your name; as in bumblebee. After learning about Fox, he figured that there was an animal theme going, so Bee seemed to fit best in his oponion. 

You tested his glare with your best, “Thank you, your Highness.” 

Jeongin gulped. “Your assistant should be waiting downstairs with your itinerary. She told me that you should meet her first off.” 

“You work too hard F. Have some fun tonight, hm? But don’t...drink too much. You’re responsible for my life remember?” Chan clapped his bodyguard on the back. 

Your partner nervously laughed and adjusted his glasses once more: his preferred tic. 

“And Bee?” Chan rose a brow to lean into close and whisper. “Stay close, alright?” 

“Of course, your Highness.” 

Chan let out a little scoff after getting one more proper look at your frame. “Damn. You really are stunning. Just a little too dangerous for me though.” 

You rolled your eyes, dishing him outa, “Whatever you say, your Highness.” 

Jeongin threw you and annoyed glare before tracing after Chan as he sauntered down the hall to the glass elevator. 

“Bee? You coming? Or do you have something better to do?” Chan’s voice called down the hall with an echo and a little teasing gesture of his hand. 

━━━━━━━━━▲━━━━━━━━━

It had been seven years since you had chosen this line of work, and each time that you had to go to one of these things, you hated them more and more. Not because they were hard to control--they were easy--but you just hated how many superficial and self-absorbed people that they could fit into one room. 

The air was filled with the scent of champagne bubbles and too much Chanel No. 5. From corner to corner of the room, and even next to the ice sculpture of the lion and the wolf crest, silk, satin; velvet and the best cotton could be found. Long gloves covered the arms of ladies with wrinkling skin, and tweed vests held in the guts of men who indulged in their food just as much as their mistresses. All this effort just to appear as if they had given one care about the philanthropic efforts of the royalty.

Several neatly dressed waiters passed you with golden platters of hors d'oeuvres made of ingredients so expensive, they would’ve cost the same amount as the generous donations made by the attendees. If you could’ve, you would’ve scooped up as many of them as you could, just to eat all of their copious amounts of money yourself, but, there was somewhere a rule that you had to keep your hand to yourself when you were on duty. The best that you had to look forward too was take-out to eat at 3 in the morning with Jeongin later. 

Buzzing chatter filled your earpiece while each of the additional guards gave their hourly report. 

“Damn. It’s fucking colder out here than I thought. It’s fucking summer.” One of them joked to the tune of the other guards laughter. 

“Stay focused.” Jeongin scolded over the line. “Don’t leave your posts until your shifts change.” 

While he was a timid man, Jeongin was not one to mess around. Son of the director, he knew that he had big shoes to fill. After pleading for years for her to admit him into the academy, she had agreed. Everyone knew the reason why she didn’t want him in this line of work. Too many dead. Too many missing. In some ways, he was also yours to look after. 

You trailed after Chan who was busy talking to his assistant and his publicist. While he nodded at their words, you knew that he must’ve been barely listening. Chan never really was one for formality, but much rather enjoyed simplicity and pleasure. Jeongin and you had somewhat of a bet going: out of all the guests, you had liked to bet which one he would take with him to his bedroom. Since you had all the profiles of the guests, you liked to bet a little money on which one it would be. 

Jeongin had guessed it to be the heiress and daughter of a tycoon who had made a multi-million won donation in the name of his company. It was ironic; his very company was a big-scale pollutor who liked to make nice with the crown. She was conventionally very pretty: long legs, a thin frame, she was educated and looked as if she could hold somewhat of a conversation...not like that mattered to him. 

You had predicted it to be the foreign CEO who had just started business dealings with the crown. While she might’ve looked a bit stuck-up and prim, she was intimidating, and a challenge. Chan loved challenges. Chan also had a pension for pretty boys with a bit too much money on their hands--usually inherited--and with nothing much else to do other than dote on him. There were plenty of those attending the gala tonight. 

Chan snaked through the crowd, bowing his head at all of the Good evening, your Highnesses and the It’s a pleasure to meet you, your Highnesses. Every few moments or so he would take a bite from a golden plate and then pop it into his mouth. The whole night long, he would hold his glass with him and it would get refilled for him without him even needing to ask. You sometimes liked to pretend that in some places, they must’ve assigned someone to watch him from afar to make sure that he would never need anything before it was given to him. It wouldn’t have surprised you. 

“Having fun Bee?” Chan languidly rolled his head back, swirling his glass. 

“As much fun as you are.” You quipped. 

“Anything that I should be concerned about?” 

“Nothing of concern.” You stated matter-of-factly. Had you matched his flirting tone, you knew that you wouldn’t hear the end of it for the rest of the night. “Fox. Report?” 

“Nothing that I can see. No one has been tagging you.” Jeongin had staked himself up on the upper balcony of the banquet hall room, and had been watching for as long as you had been following after the prince. “You sensing anything strange?” His voice tickled in your in-ear. 

“Just a bunch of the normal crowd.” You kept your tone down low. “He’s rubbing noses with the usual. You’ve seen too?” 

He chuckled. “Yeah. I know what you mean.”

You followed Chan to his seat nearest the front of the room which had been fashioned into a stage with a clear glass podium in the center. Right in front there was one more crest decorating it. Chan had ensured it to be so: he had wanted everyone to know that this was all for his charity. 

“It seems like our bets aren’t working out. He hasn’t talked to either of the...suspects.” Your partner changed his choice of words knowing that the other guards were listening. 

From the opposite side of the room both the heiress and the CEO stood with thin glasses of wine in their lithe hands. Chan had in fact walked right past them, and didn’t even notice. 

“Tonight is going to be a long night.” Jeongin sighed over the line. 

You politely pushed past attendees with a raised hand and a sweet smile. You had found that when you smiled, you had appeared less intimidating. 

“Oh wait...what’s this?” 

“What?” You whipped your head around after Jeongin’s interjection. “What? Do you see something? What’s the call?” 

“Relax! It just looks like he’s approaching someone he wants to talk to. I think both of us are about to be proven wrong.” 

“Ah, shit.” You sighed. “Don’t put me on edge like that.” 

“I’m only trying to entertain myself.” 

“Name. Who is it? You’ve got the roster.” 

You partner was quiet for a minute, and you watched from a distance as Chan approached the man leaned over a martini seated at one of the perfectly decorated tables. 

“Uh, I think that he’s Lee Minho. Some kind of royalty from somewhere else. Pretty low ranking from the looks of it. I think that he made a donation himself...and it’s...damn, larger than you would expect.” 

“Should we be concerned?” 

“No. Seems harmless.” 

“Thank you for coming,” You made out the words that Chan had mouthed. He drew a chair next to the unknown man. 

From what you could tell, Lee Minho was handsome to the full extent of the word: nearly all of his physical features were exemplary and his suit appeared to have been fitted to perfect for him; likely one of a kind. He too wore an insignia on his lapel, but it was one that you hadn’t recognized before. He had immaculately styled hair that had some kind of rebellious and boyish charm to it. The man had a kind of mystery about him too: you had been able to pride yourself in being able to read people, and it had saved your life on more than one occasion. But with him, there was something that you couldn’t place. 

“Do they know eachother?” You asked Jeongin. 

“Not that I know of. School friend maybe? Seems like all the royals send their kids to the same schools.”

“Hm. That would make sense.” 

“Enjoying yourself?” Chan said. 

Lee Minho nodded, and rose his glass to clink it with the prince’s. 

“Do we think that he’s our...suspect?” 

The stranger dipped his head into his hand as he listened to Chan speak. A flirty gesture that you had seen a hundred times or more. Still, the way that he inspected Chan, it wasn’t adoring. Or at least, you didn’t think that it was.

“No. I don’t think so.” 

“What the hell are you yapping about?” One of the other guards snapped over the line. 

“Um, classified stuff.” Jeongin quickly explained. “Above your paygrade. Don’t worry about it.” 

“Fox. Watch out for him tonight.” You snuck over to a corner of the room where you could watch the two of them more discreetly. 

“Affirmative....” Your partner paused. “Babydoll.” 

“Pffff--Babydoll??” The same guard stifled his laughter. “You call her Babydoll, Fox? Damn, you all must be closer than I thought. Didn’t know that I was missing out on some of the action--” 

“--Ever heard of a codename, Three?” 

“Babydoll’s her codename.” 

A grin crept over your lips. “Expect the unexpected.” 

You had almost gotten distracted enough to miss how Lee Minho had leaned over to whisper something into the prince’s ear. After he had done so, Chan laughed out a little, then reached his arm around the other man’s chair comfortably. 

“They’re...cozy.” You updated your partner. 

“I’m trying to cross-check where he might know him from.” 

Chan’s assistant and publicist finally slipped away with giddy little smiles. In many ways, you were jealous of them. They could leave whenever the wanted, eat what they wanted...

Jeongin scoffed. “Well, turns out...nothing. I can’t find anything.” 

“Nothing?” 

“Negative. I’m not seeing any crossover.” 

“So they really are strangers?” 

Your partner sighed. “Looks like neither of us are cashing ou--I mean--finding the suspect.” 

Under your breath, you wondered aloud, “Who are you...Lee Minho?” 

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The night drew on longer with the rest of the formalities: the formal dinner, followed by several speeches from important people while dessert was being served. It all led up to the final act: His Royal Highness, Prince Chan’s speech. On several neat notecards marked with the crest, he held them in front of him while he ate his last bits of Mont Blanc Chocolate Pavlova. Even the name of the sweet itself sounded pretentious. Granted, it smelled delicious--as many expensive things did. 

You stifled a yawn from your little set up on the edge of the room. At least you should’ve been able to sit, but it turns out that sitting is also against the rules in this line of work. A couple other security and bodyguards had joined you at the edge: some of their heads nodded with sleep, and the others looked as if they had taken one too many energy shots. Luckily, your stamina had been well crafted. 

A fancily dressed MC made his way up to the podium and the room filled with applause after the last speaker had said all of their correct mandatory words. 

“It is my honor to introduce to the stage, our wonderful head benefactor of this organization, His Royal Highness, Prince Chan of the Crown. 

Applause tenfold of before erupted through the whole room and it wasn’t even an afterthought for the every attendee to stand up from their seats in an ovation. It was a force of habit for you, but you found yourself clapping as well. 

Chan rose with grace, and re-buttoned his jacket with finesse. A blinding spotlight found him and it made the diamonds adorning his beck wink brilliantly. Even more blinding was his pearl white, and perfectly trained smile accompanied by his wave. 

Thank you. Thank you. He mouthed. 

“It’s like he’s a frickin’ movie star.” Jeongin groaned. 

“Might as well be with the way that they treat him. You know deep down they’re all just terrified.” 

Chan made his way up to the stage in all of his regality, and the applause didn’t stop until he cleared his throat. A collective groaning of a couple hundred chairs squeaked when everyone sat back down. 

“Thank you everyone, really. I wanted to thank you all for your generous support in your donations to this organization, as well as your association with the crown. I’m sure that all the beneficiaries of your donations are beyond thankful compared to me. Without you, this would not be possible.” Chan spoke with grandiose gestures, as usual, but this time, he had found you on the side of the room. “Listen, aside from being a prince, I’m also just a person. A person who knows what it means to struggle, to--” 

“--I can’t listen to this anymore.” You whispered into the quiet room, and to your partner. 

“Just a few more hours.” He droned. “I almost wish that something would happen so that we don’t have to sit though much else of this.” 

“Be careful what you wish for.” 

In the corner of your eye, Lee Minho shifted in his seat, but still kept his undivided attention to the stage. You figured he must’ve been just like the rest of them: enamored by the flashiness of the crown--and Chan. He had a way of putting a spell on people: it was the kind of spell that a prince of deception had crafted after years of being kept under lock and key. 

“--Anyway, what I’m trying to say, royal or fanciful we all might be, in the simplest way, we’re all just people, therefore this is what connects us all. Thank you.” 

Chan was gifted yet another standing ovation that was somehow even more thunderous than before. 

“Yeah right.” You scoffed. “People born into money. There’s a difference.” 

Chan gave his last waves, then a clamor echoed from the back of the room. At first, it had just sounded like the same raucous laughter you had heard all night, but then it shifted to something different. The sound of laugher turned into shouting, then screams: high pitched and piercing. You had seconds to respond, head whipping around the room to catch sight of the confused prince. In your in-ears, the the sound of gunshots echoed with rapid-fire speed. Machine guns. Shouting commands barked in your ear, and muddled with Jeongin’s string of demands and questions. 

“WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON OUT THERE? REPORT! REPORT!” 

Your heart instantly started beating into hyperdrive, and your legs sprinted as fast has physically possible 

“THEY’VE GOT GUNS!” A shrill and cracked voice of an older woman wailed from the back of the room. 

Immediately after she had said so, shots fired into the darkened room with sparks, and the metallic sound of bullets hitting the marbled ground followed. 

Chan looked around in his panic for you, petrified on the stage. You slung your gun out from your thigh holster and latched onto him with all of your might. 

“TH-THEY JUST CAME OUT OF NOWHERE IN THESE VANS. THEY’RE ARMOURED, WE CAN’T--” 

“Get the fuck down there and secure the exists!” Jeongin growled into his mic. “B--is the prince secure??” 

“Secure!” You yelled back. Using your body as a barrier, you led the cowering prince through the mass hysteria of the crowd. 

“Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Shit.” Chan shook under your iron grip. 

More shots fired into the room and bodies parted like the sea and fell over each other. 

From the balcony, you had caught Jeongin aiming his own gun at the chaos below. 

“I’ll cover you! Fuck! There’s so many of them! Get him to the car out back--Three, Six, meet B out there! Three!? Six!? Report!” 

“Three and Six are down F!” One of the guards panted. “I can provide cover out back!!” 

“Who’s speaking??” Jeongin bellowed, then aimed from above at one of the intruders. Your only focus was on weaving you and Chan out of there, but you had seen one of them in a blur. Each of the men with guns wore dark grey suits with black ties and leather gloves. Each of them wore their own crest: and it was all red. 

“Bee?? Bee???” Chan shouted out for you, and jumped every time the crack of a shot echoed in the ballroom. 

“I’ve got you, your Highness. We’ll be out soon. Keep your head down and listen to me.” Your arm held to him tightly, and you soon found the exit nearest. There was no telling if there would be more of them outside, but you loaded your gun quickly just in case, and pointed it out. 

“Jeongin, get your ass down here!” 

“Jeongin? Who the fuck is that??” Chan ducked down to hide himself behind your frame. 

His name had slipped on your tongue, but that hardly mattered. 

“I’ll be down in a second!!!” 

“Don’t fucking waste time up there when I need you down here!!” 

“Two! Two Reporting!!” A man suddenly yelled in your in-ear. “I’ve made it out back and I’ve secured the exit. The car is safe!!” 

“FOX! Now!” 

Your partner heaved, “I’m coming, I’m coming!!” 

You kicked open the exit door, gun’s still blazing, however one one else could be found on the other side. 

“Thank God,” You sighed. 

“Oh shit, I’m gonna be sick.” Chan had turned paler than white, then stumbled in your arms. 

“Hey, HEY!” You held him upright. “It’s gonna be alright. I’ve got you. You’re safe. You need to trust me. Your life is in my hands and I’m not giving it up easy, got it?” 

“O-okay.” He stammered, then attempted to straighten himself. 

“The Prince is outside, repeat, The Prince is outside. Two, are you in position?” 

“Yes. Yes, I am.” 

Other than the fact that you had just escaped absolute peril, the evening was unbearably pleasant. Crickets chirped in the summer evening, and the humidity of the night smelled gorgeously of the lake that was near-by as well as the vast array of flowers that had been purposefully landscaped around the hotel. Chan’s uneven steps scraped at the gravel walkway. 

Since you had canvassed the whole building well, you had known exactly where the getaway car was, but you were still careful. 

“Bee. Bee!” Chan blabbered. “Have-have I told you yet that I-I’m in love with you?” 

“No, you haven’t Your Highness.” 

“I fucking am. If I die tonight, I want you to know that I am ridiculously in love with you, and fuck, I wanna--” 

“--I’m sorry, Your Highness, respectfully, but now is not the time for this and you are not dying on my watch.” 

Somewhere off in the distance, frogs croaked, and the splashing of fish in the lake plopped at the surface waters. You turned a corner to finally see Two waiting his his gun raised. He was a bit of a shorter and scrawnier man, but something about him told you that where he lacked in strength, he must’ve made up for in agility. 

“I’m out! I’m out!” Your partner gasped, and over the in-ear you could hear his running footsteps. “I’m almost there! I’ll be there in a second!” 

“Your Highness,” Two bowed and opened the car door. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you. You can call me Two or J. Either you prefer.” 

Jeongin came bounding around the corner with heaving breaths and his clothes askew. His glasses which just barely held onto his face had a crack on them and his knuckles were covered in blood. 

“Let’s go.” The younger man prompted. 

“In the car you go, Your Highness.” You motioned for him to do so. 

Chan whimpered like a toddler. 

You shoved his body in, “Stop that. Get in the car.” 

“I’m in love with you Bee!” He yelled out, “I’M FUCKING IN LOVE WITH YOU BEE!” 

Jeongin slammed the door in his face with a bit of a chuckle. 

“He’s delirious.” 

“Mm.” your partner smiled. “Sure.” 

[henqtic]

heyyyyyy okay so, i’ve never actually done a sleepover type thing for any milestones or anything like that just because it seemed like a lot of work + i was super scared of no one really interacting because i didn’t have that much of a following but now that i’ve missed many opportunities and i wanna make myself feel better about going back to school— i’ve finally decided to :)

personally, i love back to school, the grwm videos on YouTube, buying new supplies and stationary, getting my hair and nails done, seeing my friends in person on a regulus basis again, finding a new hallway crush, even getting into some of the new work— just everything back to school that doesn't involve excessive assignment and those kids that shout that you’re talking too quiet when you’re doing a presentation (hate them)

going from august 28 — september 6 closed !!

(extended date// closer to the day i go back 🤧)

who/what fandoms i write for | i’m trying to expand my masterlist so feel free to request for any character from those fandoms listed and i’ll try my best :)

navigation post | to see which fandoms i’m in for ships and headcanons !!

all can be sent to my ask box—!! hope you enjoy this going back school dialogue themed sleepover <3

🚍— “honey you need to get up, the bus might come early.”

cym! | send in any thing and i’ll cast my mutuals based on it, flowers, quotes, shoes in my closet— anything

🛌— “just give me two more minutes.”

blurbs! | send in a character along with a prompt/trope/any general ideas you have and i’ll write a blurb on it— no limit on these for now because school is starting soon and writing short things will help me procrastinate work

prompt list if you need help with ideas, please specify which list if you decide to use one !! ✎ kisses. touching. hand holding. wordless ways to say i love you. casual affections.

🗣— “girl look, dude in the white tee, he’s fine right?”

ships! | send me some facts about it you— these could be random from what milk you prefer, favorite day of the week, hair length/type, favorite color, hobbies, something incredibly dumb you’ve done and other things like that (no need to include all of that, it’s just suggestions lol) and i’ll ship you with a character from whatever fandom/s you want :)

*please include your gender preference if you have one and preferred pronouns— incase i end up writing some type of drabble/headcanons

🍽— “the foods bad but at least we get a break.”

headcanon discussion! | send me any headcanons you have of any character or opinion (sfw pls) and i’ll either add onto it or agree/disgaree with it

📖— “can you believe we can’t just sit around and read wattpad all day?”

fic reviews! | send me anyone of your fics (sfw) and i’ll comment my thoughts on almost every single paragraph like i would on wattpad

📰— “did you read what was in the school newsletter?”

wips! | send me this emoji with a number 1 — 200 (dude i know) and get a sneak peak at that draft/work in progress

🗞— “yeah, i don’t get how they think we’ll make friends by stuffing us in a hot gym though.”

talking! | my life is extremely boring so feel free to talk about anything in yours 😁 ajshaaj but seriously, if it’s like a crush you can’t get off your head, something you want to get off of you chest, complain about, gush over, generally talk about because you’re excited/happy about it— i’m here to listen <3

my lil message or whatever 

a few weeks ago i realized i like never mention my follower count on here and honestly, i kinda like it because i feel like not knowing makes it better you know ?? only referring to my blog because i absolutely love when people celebrate theirs and seeing all the different themes and things they try out, it’s so cool— this is just my own person preference lol

but anyways, i feel like i haven’t appreciated y'all enough because of that so i just wanted to say thank you so much for all the support and growth on this blog in only about eight months of being here

as cliche and overused as it sounds, i never expected to get to 100 followers but now we’re at three zeros like hello my bank account has never been that high— my love for y’all can not be expressed in only a few words but let’s just say my heart grows so many amounts from it,, kisses for all of you <33

tagging some of my incredible mutuals who made tumblr better <33— @kpostedsum @dracodear @mvdbldd @ameliasbitvh @l0vely-lupin @natashxromanovf @silverdelirium @cupids-crystals @selenesheart @eunoniaa @destourtereaux @gothboutique @ur-local-reality-shifter @mullthingsoverinthehotwater @dreamcxtcherr @draconisxcaput @desiredmalfoy @sarahisslytherin @mellifluousart @harmqnia @mendesxruel @babydraco04 @dracosathenaeum @dreamy-clousds @el-imaskingforyourlefthand @holden-caulfield @gxtitobxby @ang9lic @arcaneslut @fredshufflepuff @heloisedaphnebrightmore​ @magicchai​ @maybanksslut​@dracossweetprincess @buckysbiota @disartrous @ladyvesuvia @gwlvr @amourslover @with-love-anu @pogueslandia @mauvea @hellounicorn @rosaliepostsstuff @slvt4fakerealities @velvetcloxds @messrsmoonee @eloquenceflores

sorry for anyone i missed, i hit the 50 tag limit— if there was an @mutuals button, i would've pressed that. i appreciate all of you + the people who took the time to follow me and read my fics even when they were terrible and now thinking of them makes me want to run away 😩🤌🏽

here’s all of my love: 💗💞💖💓💝💘💕💗💞💖💓💝💘💕💗💞💖💓💝💘💕💗💞💖💓💝💘💕💗💞💖💓💝💘💕💗💞💖💓💝💘💕