#do yew want drabbles i have MANY
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YOUR MINE AND I TAKE CARE OF WHAT BELONGS TO ME + CHEOL
Also happy cheolhubversary <333 IM NOT YET DONE READING UR POST i just ran as fast as i could here when yew said ure only taking the first 5-10 reqs hajdjdjsk
12:37 a.m. — choi seungcheol
prompt. “you’re mine and i take care of what belongs to me.”
wc. ~1.4k
warnings. established relationship, frat boy!cheol, cheeky!reader, slight possessiveness, choking, pet names [baby, angel], doggy style? (idk, it’s against the door 😅) dirty talk, unprotected sex, creampie – MINORS DNI 18+
note. ok so ik i said my limit was 1k for these drabbles, but plz understand i can’t hold back when it comes to cheol. ANYWAY!! kai <3 thank u for sending an ask !! ^^ i know this is kinda… meh,, but i hope u enjoy it a little bit anyway >< (def not proofread… sorry)
⇢ ˗ˏˋ join the birthday bash! ࿐ྂ
seungcheol dragging you through a sea of sweaty bodies was the last thing you wanted.
well, no actually… it’s exactly what you wanted. your plan worked out just the way you knew it would.
your attempts to get cheol’s attention at the start of the night proved to be futile as he had to make sure tonight’s party was in order. “the frat might get suspended if another one of our parties gets out of control,” he’d said. you could care less about the frat. not with the way your panties were glued to your needy, needy core. “i just gotta make sure everything is okay. just mingle for a bit, ‘kay?”
and you definitely weren’t the happiest when he told you to wait till the night was over, so you did what you do best.
piss him the fuck off.
by the time the party was in full swing, you’d asked at least 3 of seungcheol’s frat brothers the same question. “this party is so lame,” you’d said through a sad sigh. “can you do something for me?” the question always came out so…suggestively. it was obvious you were plotting something and looking for someone to do the dirty work.
but soonyoung was too drunk to comprehend your words and wonwoo knew the second you’d walked up to him with a frown on your face. he said he’s not getting in between you and seungcheol after the last time he fell for your antics.
but vernon… vernon was the perfect prospect. he would get the job done perfectly.
“nonnie,” you pouted, much too pretty for his liking. “will you do me a favor?”
and vernon, ever the sweet angel, replied with, “anything. what’s up?”
you leaned in and ghosted your lips over the shell of his ear, “will you tell cheol that this party fucking sucks?” you felt his body vibrate against yours as he let out a soft laugh. “and tell him that if he doesn’t come fuck me, i’ll find someone that will.”
vernon pulled back and wearily raised an eyebrow at you.
“i’m not actually going to,” you explained through a laugh. “but if i tell him, he’ll know i'm bluffing. but if you tell him while also mentioning you heard this from wonwoo and soonyoung, then… you know. i get what i want and everyone’s happy.” you corrected yourself, “well, i’ll be happy.”
the thing you love the most about vernon is he doesn’t ask very many questions. you could ask him to help you bury a body and he probably wouldn’t even bat an eye, just do as you ask with a nod and a careless shrug.
he went off and did exactly that. and you didn’t regret making him do it at all.
how could you when seungcheol was seething, practically shoving everyone out of his way to find you after hearing that you needed someone at this shitty party to fuck you? you’ll have to find the loose-lipped vernon later and thank him for relaying the rumor to your busy boyfriend.
honestly, you weren’t expecting him to drop everything– to stop running the party which was the whole reason he left you hanging in the first place– just to pull you into his room, wrap his hand around your throat, and slam you against the door.
“you’re a little slut,” he chuckles, obviously amused. you smile back at him cheekily, eyes glazing over. “you think i don’t know what you’re up to?”
“what ever do you mean, cheollie?” you ask innocently, still smiling like a devil in disguise.
he leans in, lips ghosting over yours as he asks, “i mean, you really think anyone at this party can fuck you like i do? make you cum like i can?”
his voice is low and hushed and it’s making your head spin. even over the booming music from outside his door, all you can hear is your heart pounding in your ears and his slight pants.
“you’re mine.” he says without a shadow of a doubt. “and i take care of what belongs to me. got that?”
you don’t have a chance to reply when he’s tightening his grip around your throat and smashing his lips against yours. he laughs against your mouth when you let out a choked moan into his, easing his hold on you.
his free hand finds its way under your skirt, rubbing your cunt through your embarrassingly wet panties. seungcheol moans when he feels it. the lace growing wetter with every movement.
he pulls back, observing your glassy eyes and the way your wet, swollen lips part to emit a whine. his cock can’t help but twitch under the confinement of his jeans. “don’t even need me to prep you, do you, baby?” he breathily asks. “you’re soaking my hand through your panties, poor thing.”
you shake your head fervently, “just need you inside of me. please.”
“i know you do, such a needy baby. going around and telling everyone how you need someone to fuck you.” he coos, fingers catching your clit and rubbing into the sensitive clothed bud. your hands grasp at the hem of his shirt, trying to gyrate your hips for more, but you fail miserably. “impatient, too.” he hums.
“fuck, cheol, please!” you whine desperately.
he groans, ripping his hands away from you entirely before spinning you around and pressing your front against the door. you softly gasp as your cheek smooshes against the wooden door.
you hear the clanking of his belt and the zip of his zipper and you can barely contain your excitement. you flatten your palms on the door, arching your back and wiggling your ass in front of him.
he grunts at the sight, flipping your dress up and pulling your panties to the side. he slots his heavy tip between your lips and runs it through your drenched folds.
a mewl erupts in your chest when you finally feel the fat head of his cock slip into you, stretching you open as he pushes himself deeper and deeper till he’s fully sheathed inside of you. he grazes right against your spongy spot and it has your hands clawing at the door.
seungcheol lets you adjust to the sheer size of him for all but a minute before he’s pulling out and thrusting back into you.
and when his arm wraps around your middle, fingers diligently rubbing into your clit, you can’t hold the cry back. his name leaves your mouth rather loudly and you’re starting to feel grateful for the rambunctious party.
his laughs airly, “this what you wanted, baby? wanted to get fucked, yeah?”
pained pleasure shoots through your body with every thrust, every bump to your cervix, every dirty word he grunts into the hot room, and it feels fucking fantastic. you clench around him, velvet walls squeezing him tight as if they’re trying to mold to the shape of him.
“cheol!” is the only coherent thing that you can get out as his balls lewdly and rapidly slap against your cunt.
“getting close? you ‘bout ready to cum for me?” he groans, mercilessly driving into you. you probably can’t hear him over the sounds of your moans, so he just rubs circles deeper into your clit, feeling you clamp around his cock for the nth time.
you sob, a coil in your tummy getting tighter and tighter before you jerk. your walls flutter and pulse around him as you let go, creaming his dick just like you’ve wanted to all night long. you practically go limp in his arms, orgasm turning your entire body to jelly.
he groans, both of his arms now around your middle as he uses you till he reaches his own high. he’s moaning out your name as he shoots his load into your battered cunt, his warmth overflowing inside of you.
and when he draws out of you, still panting and on a high, he pulls your panties back over your cunt and stands you up straight.
you look breathless and dazed and he can’t help but grin at you.
“now why don’t we go back downstairs and enjoy the lame party?”
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i just wanted to say a huge thank you for not only reaching 20k followers right at the end of the year but also 4 all of the kindness i’ve been shown on this blog ! fank yew 4 letting me have this little corner of the internet as a little safe space ^_^
i wanted to do my own sort of ‘year in review’ i guess so i could kind of throw a spotlight on all of my favourite fics / blogs / artists that have rly added to my time here with everything they do <3 if you’re not included pls don’t take it personally i hav smol brain + also couldn’t involve everyone since theres so many !
WRITING SPOTLIGHT 2022
a small list of all of my favourite pieces of writing i’ve read this year, mostly for my favourite blorbos <3 please read the warnings before proceeding on creators blogs + b4 reading !!!
WHATS TAKING A LIFE OR TWO [IF IT MEANS GETTING TO KEEP YOU] — hanma shuji. ( @hijackser ) this is my absolute FAVOURITE SERIES PERIOD. obviously i’m actually insane 4 hanma but no this series made me EVEN MORE INSANE ! i’ve reread it an insane amount of times, i think about it 24/7. it is my favourite piece of writing to even exist.
SHOW OFF — hanma shuji ( @killsaki ) dallas is probably sick of me talking about this fic but ILL NEVER BE OVER IT ! favourite stand alone shuji fic ever ! everything about it is soooo perfect n so insanely him i could cry <3 absolute favourite shuji fic in the world.
ABSENTEE LOVER — hanma shuji ( @shoyoist ) ive read this an absolutely criminal amount, words cannot DESCRIBE !!! how much i love it like it has such a special place in my heart i adore him in this ! rekha never disappoints w the shuji content <3
CLOUD 9 AND SICK DAY — nagi seishiro ( @iitoshi ) everytime kai writes nagi i absolutely eat it up + these little drabbles are on my mind literally always !!! i will never be able to get enough w how well he’s written here EVER !!!
BLLK BOYS WORKING IN A PIERCING SHOP — multiple. ( @pinteukr ) i literally just read this, specifically nagi’s part but i HAD to include it because i was a MESS !!! ABSOLUTELY DONE !!! it is so good + this imagery / au is EVERYTHING 2 ME <3
PROPOSAL — nagi seishiro ( @tcshi ) i read this a few days ago + it’s still on my mind constantly hes just SO IN CHARACTER ! EVERYTHING IS SOOOO RIGHT !!! would reread one million times after !!! infact i’ll reread right after writing this !!!
WHEN THEY GET JEALOUS — multiple bllk characters ( @lalunanymph ) SO GOOD !!! SO CRAZY !!! nagi’s part had my toes curling n my feet kicking like akajakaka dawn !!!! i literally ate up every character honestly i’d read anything from u <3
SUGARSTREAM — gojo satoru ( @satorhime ) THIS FIC CHANGED THE TRAJECTORY OF MY WHOLE EXISTENCE !!! literally thee reason i became like actually unhinged 4 gojo satoru . it changed me down 2 the core it’s TOO GOOD !!! FOR FREE TOOO ????
BLOG SPOTLIGHT 2022
a small list of some of my favourite blogs who are also amazing writers + i recommend with my whole heart ! again i can’t include everyone but just know ily <3 again please read warnings byf !!!
@saetoshis + @goroushis — multifandom [+ genshin writing blog] nsfw + dc !
@getoswhore — multifandom. nsfw + dc !
@bbiemilk — multifandom. nsfw + dc !
@tetsutits — multifandom. nsfw + dc !
@alhaithms — multifandom. nsfw !
@anantaru — genshin impact . nsfw + slight dc !
@blueparadis — multifandom. nsfw + dc !
@itoshi-s — blue lock. nsfw + dc !
@ilykento — multifandom. nsfw + dc !
@r-oronoa — multifandom. nsfw + dc !
@touyyes — mostly jjk but multifandom. nsfw + dc !
@510hz — multifandom. nsfw + dc !
@starlitheaven — jjk + hxh. nsfw + dc !
@torufilms — blue lock. sfw + nsfw !
@sailewhoremoon — multifandom. nsfw + dc !
@dilu3 — multifandom. nsfw + dc !
@shirohyorin — multifandom. nsfw + dc !
@saneminx — multifandom. nsfw + dc !
@takaholic — multifandom. nsfw + light dc !
@haruchiyos — multifandom. nsfw + dc !
@satorini — multifandom. nsfw + dc !
@ohsatori — multifandom. sfw + nsfw !
@suget — mostly jjk. nsfw + dc !
@bleubrri — multifandom. nsfw + dc !
ARTIST SPOTLIGHT 2022
a small list of the artists who i follow + love seeing on my dash ! they’re just so crazy talented it’s insane <3
@tinymaru — reine is the one who drew my emmie x nagi fanart in my header and they are so craaaazy talented <3
@kita-dynasty — laine is SO AMAZING !!! every single time she posts i eat it up i could look at her art all day !!!
@omiishii — i’ve followed jace for YEARS ! and he only gets even better it’s actually insane !!! it’s just so amazing to see their art whenever i’m on dash <3
@omiyours — remi made my theme for me + she is so CRAZY TALENTED i just think she deserves absolutely everything 4 sharing it with people and being so kind <3
if you don’t want 2 be tagged pls let me know + i can take you out but i just wanted 2 do a little round up and also thank everyone 4 all the support they’ve shown me on this lil blog of mine <3 i am so very grateful ! again if i’ve not included u i’m super sorry there were so many !!! I STILL LOVE U I SWEAR !!! yay 2 2022 tho >_<
#໒꒱ ₊˚ — recs !#I TRIED 2 INCLUDE EVERYONE BUT I EAT UP EVERYTHING SERVED 2 ME ILY ALL <3#if ur not included pls know that i still love u w my whole heart !!! I SWEAR !!!#but fank yew everyone 4 all of the support + you all being super kind#and also 4 letting me scream all over ur dash aboht my 2d bfs how embarrassing 4 me but hello o_o
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Uhhhh...
AyaKane?
hi nonnie!! i felt inspired and pretty much drabbled a small thing in notes for yew for my girls ayame/akane 🫶
i don’t know if you need any specific warnings since you’re anon, but ill give a content warning for mentions of drinking/alcohol!! alongside the fact that this fic takes place in an au! not much is very different about the two of them in here personality wise though, so dont worry !! hope you enjoy!!
(ftr, this au is pretty much is taking place in a very self indulgent notesapp chatfic ive been writing for myself for a bit now lol. i could explain more some other time :p)
// note: sorry if my writing isnt the best!! this is a lazy fic so… :3
ayame is a jewelery maker, and akane is a bartender 🫶
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ayame sat at the counter of the empty bar quietly. she was waiting. patiently.
her meeting with people online was a completely new concept to her, but she already had high hopes.. being invited to a bar by the owner of said bar..? it was impressive. right before she begun to grow impatient- the door behind the counter opened. “-Hey! You’re real early..!”
the bartender chuckled awkwardly, clearly not exactly prepared to be in the presence of someone else. “I don’t believe i’ve seen your face yet. you are…?”
“ayame.”
ayame smiled warmly, crossing her arms. the other girl’s eyes lit up. “really?! You’re so pretty..! i can’t believe I’ve never seen you before..” the bartender flushed, grabbing a few of the older glasses off of the bar.
this other girl was akane. of course, additionally known as t1ara on social media. even if akane didn’t already post countless selfies in their chat, she was the one who invited everyone. not to mention her personality shined through just as much offline than online.. her casual embarrassment over ayame being an early bird..
it could only make her keep her smile on her face… as she admired the bartender from afar. (2 feet)
“..yeah! i’m not the most active. you’d be surprised with how much i read rather than write to the group chat…”
akane held up a finger, quickly moving the empty and used glasses to the back. she returns, a new glass in her hand.
“would you like anything to drink..?”
a drink..? oh right. it wasn’t called a bar for nothing. ayame passed anything alcoholic. it just wasn’t for her.
“…..do you have juice? i dont drink that much.. believe it or not.”
“..mmyes! there’s only orange juice out though. i figured a few people would hold off on it. is that okay..?”
the bartender seemed a little intimidated,, at least from what ayame could see. it was a pretty normal thing for people to end up feeling that way around her.
she wished it wasn’t. she wanted to speak freely with akane. that’s what they did online..
of course, she would end up being a little hypocritical- she wasn’t going to risk saying anything out of line. a social media group chat was a lot different than real life.. and she didn’t want to jeopardize her relationship with akane..
but jeez…
“orange juice is fine!”
ayame lightly chuckled, deciding to act completely unbothered. orange juice is good! she eagerly waited as her glass was poured, unaware of how many times akane had glanced at her.
“you must be quite the professional. i really admire this set up you have here…” akane blushed further at the compliment, handing ayame her glass. she seemed ecstatic…
“thank you!! i really spent a lot of time keeping it clean. some of my regulars are quite the hogs. i wanted everyone to enjoy it here, without worrying about outsiders.”
hopefully akane didn’t burden herself too much. ayame wasn’t exactly confident in the abilities of their soon to arrive friends. having access to a group chat where the biggest alcoholics stay..? you see things. she figured this place was bound to get messed up… she’ll inevitably help clean it.
the two stood in silence as ayame took sips of her drink and akane finished preparing the bar, really pushing it past exceeding standards… once the bartender finished, she looked at ayame again, really unable to trail her eyes away.
“….”
“ahah.. i’m sorry. i just. i’m a little out of it, and you really look so…”
akane proceeded to take in ayame’s outfit: a slim maroon dress. a jacket for the wind outside. plenty of golden jewelry. she looked..
really hot. but akane had no idea how she was supposed to admit this in person.
“you’re just really beautiful. hahaha.. i’m so sorry, ayame….”
ayame felt. slightly awkward, but with no one else around… it was really flattering! having someone like akane honestly complimenting her so much..
it was exactly how she acted online… maybe there was no need to worry about them being too tense..
before she’s even able to react to the praise she’d been receiving, the door to the bar itself swings open. the two spare eachother one last smile at each other before the night began, and ayame turns a little red, mouthing something.
“…thank you.”
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haii sorry for asking here but anon is off on ur fic rec page.. do u have any jin x reader fic recs? thank u smmm
HAIII!!!! yes. Yes’(๑>◡<๑)
(these r the ones that comes to my mind rn )
: tdwa @floralseokjin
: last christmas by @xjoonchildx
: the age of romance by @winetae
: warm this winter by @jamaisjoons
: refinery29 by @kpopfanfictrash
: around and around we go by @ughcore
: ramen by @ubemango
#they all write seokjini so well🫂🫂🫂#I have more!’ but im sleepy sorry anon…🤕#i’ll dig up more and rec if youw ant!#do yew want drabbles i have MANY#and#u have nothing to apologise fr!!! i didnt realise the anon thingy was off😤my bad!#thank you fr the ask’ <3
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multiples of 3 for the end of year fic asks
3. favorite line/scene you wrote this year
I really liked this exchange between Dick and Bruce in watching the world go dark (just a heads up, they’re discussing suicidal thoughts here, so you might want to skip to the next question if reading about that is triggering for you):
“I was exhausted and it’s been a rough week. It just took me a second too long to realize what I was doing.”
“Rough weeks don’t push healthy brains into suicidal tendencies.”
“I’m not suicidal,” Dick quickly defends. “I’ve never—” not for a long time.
6. least popular fic this year
Fate, which was my first (and probably last) attempt at writing a soulmate AU type thing and, uh, it was kind of (fairly) ignored lmao
9. longest wip of the year
ok I can’t remember if I technically started this fic in 2018 or 2019, but most of what I’ve written for it has been from this year. the story’s about Bruce meeting Dick and the idea that he originally took Dick in as a temporary solution, but it’s pretty much just Bruce caring about this grieving kid and learning how to dad. it’s somewhere between 5K and 6K right now, and with everything I have planned, it might end up being close to 10K by the time I post it
12. favorite character to write about this year
Dick Grayson!
15. something you learned this year
that I’m capable of writing drabbles and they’re really fun!
18. current number of wips
12(-ish)!
21. most memorable comment/review
surprisingly, I’ve received a lot of lovely comments, and I appreciate all of them so much!! but one that comes to mind is the comment @atqh16 left on talk some sense to me. they’re such a talented writer and lovely person, so their comments are always really encouraging ❤️
24. favorite fic you read this year
I think it’s a toss-up between A Zoo For Canines by @jerseydevious and the moon and the yew tree by @dustorange, but there are so many fics in the running I think I’m going to have to make a rec list once I finish finals
27. favorite fanfic author of the year
oh man there are so many talented fanfic authors, but I think @jerseydevious has definitely been one of my favorites this year!
30. favorite fandom to read fic from this year
Batman!
(more fanfic asks here)
#(i feel so weird tagging people like this but here’s hoping i’m not annoying them)#but yeah thanks so much for sending these!#asks
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Meme thing for Fic writers
Tagged by: @outside-the-government Thanks babe ^^
Author Name: Dani, starshiphufflebadger both here and on AO3
Fandoms You Write For: Star Trek AOS, Supergirl, Wynonna Earp, Miss Fisher’s Murder Mysteries (well, I’m trying), Shadowhunters, Firefly (but not really anymore), occasionally Harry Potter (and I love HP AUs). Would love to try writing for: Rizzoli & Isles and Killjoys but I’m not sure I have the characters down.
Where You Post: Tumblr, AO3.
Most Popular One-Shot: I have no idea. On AO3, 4 of my 6 Sanvers (Supergirl) fics are in the top 5, but on tumblr I’m certain it’d be one of my Star Trek fics. Not sure which one though.
Most Popular Multi-Chapter Story: Easily Not Like This, which is not only one of the only chaptered fics I’ve ever posted but also my most popular fic overall, both here and on AO3 (aside from a single Sanvers fic).
Favorite Story You Wrote: Hmmm, well I love several of my McCarol fics. and I’m weirdly partial to Thinly Veiled, even though its Kirk/Reader and literally my only Kirk/Reader story. I also love Falling for Yew, Death by Karaoke, and (Away) Mission Impossible, but I’m really not sure what my favourite overall is.
Story You Were Nervous to Post: I honestly haven’t posted any of the fics I’m too nervous to post lmao. I’m a coward. That being said, I was a tiny bit nervous about posting Slippery Business for various reasons and also The Nightmare Beyond because I was afraid it was too dark, but both have gone over fairly well.
How Do You Choose Your Titles: Ehh I hate making titles. Sometimes I can think of something punny and sometimes its like a song lyric but sometimes I literally just stare for hours, trying to think of something lmao
Do You Outline: Pretty much never, no. Even in a few of the more epic stories I have planned I still haven’t outlined (in this case, planned = in my head)
How many of your stories are…
Complete: Everything that’s posted is finished, and I have one drabble sitting in my documents that’s done that I haven’t decided if I’m posting yet, as well as a couple fics I’m too chicken to post. Everything else is incomplete though.
In-Progress: I have three multi-chaptered Star Trek stories slowly on the go,and one Wonder Woman/Supergirl crossover (potentially also a Wonder Woman/Wynonna Earp crossover). The Star Trek ones: One is a McCarol, academy era, involving wilderness training. One is a story with an OC and Leonard gets kidnapped (for reasons unspoiled), and one is a kind of out-there Reader/Leonard AU. The WW/Supergirl: Alex’s plane (from the pilot ep) somehow crashes at Themyscira instead of in the city and she finds herself in the land of the Amazons. I also have a one shot or two with a few lines written but nothing concrete.
Coming Soon: Pretty much the stuff that I just mentioned above. Also a couple of one shots that I haven’t decided if they’re going to be reader insert or canon characters.
Do You Accept Prompts: not usually, I’m really bad at writing ideas that are just thrown at me rather than ideas that take root in my head. I really wish I could but it’s proven nearly impossible for me in past. Maybe sometime in future.
Upcoming Story You Are Most Excited to Write: Probably the OC/Leonard one and the Themyscira one. And trying my hand at other fandoms!
Tag Five Fanfic Authors to Answer These Questions As Well: I have no idea who has been tagged and who has already done this so if you want to fill this out, please consider yourself tagged by me! And tag me back so I can read yours! <3
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Disgusting Days (pt. 1) [Murdoc Niccals Drabble]
Hey, here’s a (long) drabble about Murdoc’s childhood. And it’s going to be lowkey interactive!
I’m gonna post follow up’s to this with a Good End and a Bad End! Aksjajs please go easy on me, it’s my first time writing Gorillaz stuff-
TW: (mentions of) child abuse
It was a disgusting day.
The morning sky was overcast, and the lazy sun seeped through the clouds and right onto Murdoc’s face, like an accusatory spotlight. The grass was damp from a storm that had passed in the night, like the face of someone who had long since stopped crying, and it was that nauseating temperature where you felt too hot wearing a coat, but too cold without one.
Murdoc slipped into the playground, swift and silent as a ghost. He had barely been on the pavement a second before the harsh slam of a car door behind him made him wince, and the wind whipped his clothes as his father’s car sped away down the decrepit street.
Murdoc’s heart felt like it was wrapped up in chains as he slunk across the playground towards his classroom. His hands hid deep in his pockets, fiddling with the holes in the fabric, while his shoulders hugged his ears. He kept his head down, barely lifting his eyes high enough to see where he was going.
He didn’t want the world to see him. He didn’t want to see the world. Not like this. Not with the tear stains on his cheeks and the giant purple bruise covering his eye.
Murdoc often arrived at and left school with scratches and bruises and bumps. But he’d never looked this bad. Well, he’d never been outside looking this bad, anyway.
He’d attempted to hide it, but nothing worked. The make-up his father used on him before those disgraceful performances was locked away, and god knows what would happen if he was caught trying to take it. And Murdoc’s hair simply wasn’t long enough to cover the unsightly bruise.
That didn’t stop him from trying though. He’d hurt his head earlier that morning trying to force his fringe to reach his cheek. He’d ended up reluctantly leaving it pulled down in an awkward triangle, covering his eye but leaving a distinctive purple ring sticking out from underneath it.
But anything was better than nothing, he thought.
As he crossed the dinted tarmac, the sickening white sky felt like it was suffocating him. When he reached his classroom, no one was stood outside of it, and it felt like it was the first time he had gotten to breathe that morning. He leaned his hunched shoulder against the cold brick wall, hiding himself in the shadows, wishing he could just blend in with them and disappear. Murdoc squeezed his eyes shut, trying to avoid the tears pricking the corners of them, only to wince at the sudden pain, making it even harder.
It was then that he felt a presence in front of him. He felt his throat grow tight as he pried open his damp eyes.
Stood in front of him, hands locked to his hips, was Tony Chopper, a intimidating lump of a boy, with two cronies stood either side of him, considerably smaller and less meaty than him. The three of them moved in on Murdoc like a flock of hungry vultures, and they caged him against the wall from all sides. Their eyes looked glassy and their teeth seemed abnormally sharp through their twisted smiles.
“Oi, faceache.” Tony spat. “Why’s your eye purple, eh?” Murdoc didn’t reply. His gaze stayed glued to the ground, as Tony moved closer, grumbling in his face. “You were ugly enough, you dint ‘ave to go and make it worse.”
Tony and the boys stood at his sides began to laugh, and Murdoc’s fists started to tense at the spiteful sound. He could just about see their faces out of the corner of his eye, and that alone made a pit of pure fire start to stoke in his stomach.
“Maybe it’s just eyeshadow.” Said the boy to his left. The boy to his right made a noise in agreement.
“Yeah. Maybe Murdoc wears make-up.”
Murdoc could feel the fire making it’s way up his chest and into his throat, as Tony opened his mouth again, feigning a realisation.
“Ohhh,” he began. “No, I know.” He placed a grubby hand on Murdoc’s forehead, yanking him back by the hair and exposing his busted eye. “Ohhh, did your daddy hit you again, faceache?” Murdoc gritted his teeth. “Little twat like you. No wonder he hurts you. I’d hate having you for a kid, too.” Murdoc could feel the fire in his fists now... he felt it behind his eyes, pure hate framed by the unsightly bruise. “You’re obviously a bad son. He’d have no reason otherwise. You obviously deserve it.”
Murdoc couldn’t contain the fire anymore. It was burning him alive, it had been for years, and like fuck he was gonna let these bullies avoid it any longer.
He lunged at Tony, tackling him to the ground. He scratched and kicked and hit, sending the other two boys running for a teacher.
“You twat! He has no fucking reason! I’ve done nothing! I’ve done nothing to him! Or you! You’re always a prick to me! What’s your reason? What’s anyone’s reason?! What did I do?!” His tears turned to steam on his burning face, the pain all over his body only adding fuel to the flames. “Tell me! Tell me you prick!”
By this time a crowd had gathered, but they were quickly cut through by a teacher, frantically being led by Tony’s accomplices.
“What’s going on? What happened?” She stammered. When all she saw was Tony on the floor being yelled at and pummelled by Murdoc, she had all she needed to make an assumption. She grabbed a kicking and screaming Murdoc by the underarms and dragged him off Tony, who began dramatically gasping for air.
“He attacked me, miss!” Tony exclaimed, clutching his chest.
“He did, miss! He did!”
“We seen it!”
“Fucked if I did!” Murdoc yelled, only able to see red. The teacher had put him down on the ground by now, but she had a grip on his arm, which she promptly tightened.
“Murdoc Niccals, watch that disgusting language!”
“I think he should be expelled, miss!” Tony uttered, standing up with an exaggerated wobble.
“We’ll be the ones who decide things like that.” She said firmly, before yanking Murdoc’s arm again to pull him to attention. “Although, this will definitely have consequences. We have no choice but to contact your father.”
And then, the red haze in Murdoc’s eyes faded to grey. His world began to spin. Tony, and all of the other kids began to whisper and giggle.
“N-no, miss, please don’t- miss, I promise I’ll have detentions for a month- 2 months- just, don’t tell him-“
“Sorry, Murdoc. I have no choice.”
She stared at him. He stared at her, his eyes deep and filled with 50 different emotions. His swollen, purple eye seemed even more prominent now, and the teacher sniffed. This kid must get in a lot of fights the school didn’t know about.
If only his father would do something about that.
Murdoc’s mouth tasted like blood as he was dragged to the headteacher’s office.
Murdoc held a cold hand to his face, over the area many bruises had sat before. The mouth of the bottle in his hand pressed hard against his lips as the bitter liquid slid down his throat. He pulled the bottle away with a sigh, and hunched over where he was on the edge of his bed.
His own personal painkiller.
“Why that memory?” Murdoc asked himself. “Why that? Why now?”
Murdoc didn’t know what to think. Were the new tears in his eyes from anger, sorrow, fear..? Was the alcohol warping everything? Nothing seemed real and he couldn’t quite decide if that was good or bad.
It was a disgusting day. It was a disgusting life.
The only thing that broke his twisted train of thought was a sudden soft knocking on his door.
“Murdoc?” Came a familiar, nasally voice. “What ya doin?”
“Go away, 2D!” He yelled, his throat scratchy and strained.
But in spite of everything, Murdoc heard his door creak open, and the familiar voice sounded louder.
“Murdoc, are yew cryin..?”
Fuck, was he being that loud..?
#Murdoc Niccals#Gorillaz Drabble#Gorillaz fic#Gorillaz Writing#Murdoc's dad#Sebastian Niccals#platonic#2d gorillaz#Gorillaz#tw abuse#tw child abuse#tw alcohol#tw swearing#ohhsstylo writes#ohhsstylo#2d and Murdoc are friends
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Take the opportunity to write a short ramble/drabble about something you want to write about.
I’m going to use this as an opportunity to whine about my issues when it comes to this blog, then hem and haw about solutions.
So, my main issue with Evil the Cat is that while he IS a funny villain in a universe with a lot of funny villains, he is actually pretty linear compared to most of the others. His main goal in 90% of his appearances is to destroy the universe and gloat while doing it. I understand he also loves to corrupt the innocent, as seen in like one or two scenes of the Earthworm Jim cartoon, but that’s kind of it.
Not helping is the fact that he doesn’t really interact with too many of the other characters in canon. Yes, he abuses Henchrat, and acts like a maniacal villain around Jim and co., but there’s not much else outside of brief appearances (they can’t even be called cameos). Malice the Dog was something, showing that a heartless cat can indeed love, but she was a one-off, and there’s little to no indication that Evil would remotely care about anyone else.
So it’s rather hard to think of him as an evil teammate, and it’s also hard to think of enemy interactions that aren’t “I’mma keel yew mwahaha”. The nature of the character means it’s difficult to have a neutral interaction, too.
Of course, this doesn’t mean it’s impossible to play him. I just need to get the cat out of his shell, form evil team-ups, and perhaps work on other methods of mayhem. Maybe play around with his ridiculously bad luck or his vast knowledge of magic a little more? Maybe look more into his culture of minions?
Mind you, he has an identical cousin named Flagitious (and yes he is canon). I play him like a corrupt carnie who only wants one thing: His Circus of Scars to flourish by any means necessary. I fear I inadvertently made him a bit too linear, too, even as I intended to add his weakness of allowing things to happen for the sake of drama. His entire life revolves around his circus planet, and the profits therein.
*sigh*
I guess the main thing, overall, is that I kinda forgot what got me into the mood in the first place. Maybe it would help if I thought more about the cats’ motivations and possible backstories. I’ve considered it lightly in the past, but never had much in the ways of detail.
So, I guess overall my problem (apart from lack of muse) is that I’m seeing canon too much like a straight jacket and not enough like a jumping-off point. I dunno if that’s right, but I’ll try to go forward with this in mind. Hopefully, I can figure something out and do replies again in a couple of days.
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The Pyre of Transmortation
Drabble I made that is a qausi-sequel of sorts to this, but instead of a generic lich & apprentice, it’s Altzmyr and Renwick(oops it’s now fanfiction from Forgotten Realms lore).
This is a rather detailed thing describing Altzmyr’s process of becoming a lich, so of course there is a lot of uhm deathy suicide-like stuff in it.
It’s under the Readmore.
TW: suicide, death, pain, injury, ritual suicide-ish stuff. Detailed descriptions of ritual suicide and pain and dying.
"Have you completed the rites of purification?" Spoke the lich.
"Yes." The apprentice answered.
"Have you accepted the aid of the Demon Lord of Undeath, The Goddess of Darkness, The Drow Goddess of Undeath, The God of Death, The God of Murder, or any other malign entity that sponsors lichdom?"
"No, I have only sought aid from you and you alone." The apprentice's answer was one of great respect and admiration.
"Have you lived an ascetic lifestyle to prepare your body, mind, and soul for eternity to come?"
"Yes. I have. I have lived the past year as so, and have consumed the herbs to prepare my body for the transmutation."
"Have you settled your affairs, and know what you plan to do with eternity?"
"Yes, indeed. I wish not to build hordes of mindless undead for nefarious deeds. I wish not for conquest and war..."
The apprentice took a deep breath and continued, and as he did so, he rose up and held his head up high in triumph, "And I wish not to be a passive devourer of knowledge isolated from the greater world. I wish to transcend mortality and time and be a force of good for eons to come. I wish to lead my people...our people..to thrive and co-exist with the living."
If the lich could smile in pride, he would, so a great nod and the clapping of dry, rattling sticks that were his hand bones had to do.
Altzmyr Tannerem, the apprentice of the centuries-old lich Renwick Caradoon, had spent a long time preparing for this moment, and now the day was here. His arms felt heavy, his heart raced, and his breath shorter.
His pale pallor told of countless days avoiding the sun, but sometimes there was a fire in his amethyst eyes that one keen enough would recognize to be the eyes of someone who lived a great life of adventuring. The man was short for a half-elf, and had thick black hair of his moon elf kin tamed into long braid. His attire at the moment was ceremonial-a dark purple robe with gold trim and red satin silk on the inside-such an attire was unessisary, but this was an important ovcasion and the robe somehow felt appropriate for it, even more likely for the embroidered image of phoenix wings on the back.
The lich was completely skeletal, and would have been mistaken for an ordinary skeleton except for the tiny glowing orbs for eyes, his ornate robes, how well-maintained his bones were, and the raw arcane power that would have killed a living host. He had guided his apprentice for nearly half a century since he sought his guidance into the secrets of lichdom that shunned away the evils usually associated with it. It is difficult for most to believe such a thing as a benign lich would exist, but it was one of the strangest secrets of the world that Altzmyr discovered in his quest to unite sentient undead who did not ally with evil.
Many would have considered even the notion that a common ghoul or vampire rising to virtue to be a profound paradox, and Altzmyr had found quite a handful in his journey. And now it was Altzmyr's intent to finally cheat death perpetually and join the ranks of the unliving himself. He already had extended his natural lifespan through more fragile and high-maintenance means using duplicated bodies-which also meant he had already experienced death and resurrection a few times. Yet the reliance in such methods had grown thin over time, so to finally cheat death he had to pass once more and remain in between the two. Most who become liches hunger for power immediately and thus are quick to sell their souls to evil powers, but the virtuous or neutral lich must exercise great patience to be ready for the change. The greatest patience occurred at least a year before the change where it is preceded by a spiritual lifestyle of minimal want or need.
The full moon cast its light upon the cold stones inside the monastery and upon the numerous candles strewn around the room-upon windowsills, across tables and upon candelabra, and was enough to turn a cold somber room to one of cozy warmth in light and temperature with honey-like aroma of beeswax despite the exorbitant number of candles that were their source. Altzmyr stood on an arcanely ornamented rug and closed his eyes. His hands reached forward blindly were Remwick's bony hands grasped. A wave of anxiety coursed through him that felt like being hit with a weak lightning spell that coursed through his hands enough even for Renwick to feel it. Yet despite those feelings, Altzmyr knew he was ready-if he waited for the anxiety to pass he would never fulfill the deed. Altzmyr contemplated how the next time he would wake up, his hands would be as cold as his mentor's. Renwick himself remembered his own anxiety over the transition, but in his case he had left it to facing imminent death in battle to decide when he would make the transition.
A whole five minutes passed in the moment of silence where Altzmyr listened to his last breaths, his last heartbeats, his last pulse, the feeling of wetness in his mouth and the warmth that coursed through his thin body. Afterward he opened his eyes and nodded, he was ready to begin the ritual.
Mentor and apprentice stood on opposite sides of a stone table on the narrower side, they were within arms reach of another. The table held an ornate flask of a pitch-black liquid, and four brass bowls of other substances. An ancient spellbook lay open on Altzmyr's side of the table and then his lips began an incantation. His mind concentrated on the weave were his hands reached out to pull magic from and within himself, his knowledge and will shaped the mana with gestures and incantations according to carefully planned structures and numerous commands. These incantations manifested into intricate glowing shapes and symbols that wove in and out of his own body and the contents of the flask. Renwick watched the procedure unfold to watch out for errors and to assist the flow of mana around.
Altzmyr's eyes began to glow a bright magenta as the mana was commanded into his body were it would begin to prepare his flesh for preservation. He would command it to control and inhibit decay and induce desiccation, to withstand the oncoming flood of necrotic power that would soon kill him, and be open to the transition to undeath. The mana then latched onto his very soul, and then made a circuit with a large beautiful purple gemstone engraved with arcane power within, nestled in a gold fitting that made it appear as if ferried in the back of a phoenix.
He turned his attention to four bowls of materials laid around the flask.
"Like this dried strawflower, shall I be preserved for all time."
He used his mage hand to guide a handful of dried strawflower petals into the flask.
"Like the dragon, shall I be powerful, but wise."
He lifted the handful of shimmering dust from another bowl with his magic. It was the powdered scale from an ancient silver dragon bestowed to him. He siphoned this into the flask.
"Like the diamond shall I be a conduit of great magic.”
He guided a powdered diamond into the flask.
“And like the phoenix, shall I be resurrected upon destruction and my soul an eternal flame.”
He even more carefully guided the last powder-a tiny pinch from the ashes of a phoenix, donated and in an amount harvested that would not take away from the phoenix.
The concoction hissed and boiled. Within were a myriad of other ingredients carefully prepared and some that had taken Altzmyr to far away lands and high mountain tops to find. They included deadly toxins from the mouths of nagas, herbal preparations of hemlock and yew, resin from trees used to make lacquer, and even the blood of an evil being purified in holy water. There were many other bizarre constituents, but none required the unspeakable evil that the brew beings like Orcus instructed to their acolytes. The final five ingredients were the activation of all of this work and preparation.
The fifth and final activation component, was a few drops of his own blood. He took a silvered knife an ran its blade across a wrinkle in his palm, where the blood oozed out and seeped down his pale hand and into the flask’s mouth. He used his magic to carefully administer just eight drops into it, where they ran down like hot red sealing wax about to make the final seal on the poison.
With his bloodied hand he held the vessel that would soon take his soul, the large purple jewel set on a phoenix’s wings, and then with his other hand he lifted the flask up from its onyx pedestal.
He gave a deep sigh and looked at his mentor’s face. Perhaps his own face someday would be just like that-a dry skull, but then Altzmyr reminded himself it would be that way anyway.
Renwick nodded.
Altzmyr breathed deeply, closed his eyes and held the deadly elixir into his lips. It smelled noxious, like the burn from a necrotic blight but mixed with a bizarre purity from the airs of a higher plane. A clash of ideals and forces, of death but hope and continuance, and mixed all together was a mote of potential eternity, of great power and immortality, of blessing and woes from such a bizarre existence. His hand shook slightly as he took in the scent of what he was to be, of what he had worked hard, ages spent in magical study, but ages spent leading his people, ages spent in council, and ages watching the world and time pass, ages consorting with other immortal beings and ages spent shaping and being active in the world when he wished, ages spent on time on his own terms and his own pace.
He consumed the poison.
It flowed down his throat like a nasty bitter medicine and tingled and numbed its way down into his gut. A small enchantment of the bottle ensured not a drop was left behind, as the entire substance pulled the last minute traces of itself down with the flow. Altzmyr could feel the necrotic power bond into his body, slowly starting to pull his body toward death as it pooled in.
He finished and set the bottle and gemstone down upon the table. The arcane light settled inside his body and thus his eyes stopped glowing. He faced his mentor and took a light bow with his arm across his chest. Renwick bowed back in equal measure. Altzmyr took a deep sigh, of both the anxiety and of completion, of going past the point of no return, of a certain peaceful finality not like the end of a life well lived, but of an accomplishment greatly succeeded.
Renwick walked around the table and held his apprentice’s wrists, then his upper arms. At first Altzmyr found this bewildering, but then he was hit with massive boulder of dizziness and he started to have trouble keeping his balance. He was dying, and the feeling of dying was still frightening yet he had felt it before. Renwick carefully guided him across the room. Each step became heavier and harder to maintain, he started to feel his limbs become number and number with each second, his vision blurred, his breaths became shallower, his heart raced and screamed its final beats. He came to a soft bed and collapsed like a weight upon the mattress as his whole body screamed and cried in a massive wave of pain, of his very organs gasped and ached for dear life right before they were mercifully silenced. Within the massive rush of pain there was a small and very welcome interruption-he could feel his mentor's hand around his, and he squeezed tighter and tighter; another comforting hand stroked his profusely sweating forehead. He felt like he was burning inside and out, as if thrown on a funeral pyre, and within was a fire that spread and seared his whole body, all he could do was scream, and scream he did until his lungs and throat shut down and silenced him-only his bursting tears could express the raging fever within. Necrotic energy coursed through his nerves and veins and across guts and membranes, permeating through every fiber of his being, destroying the very life of them and replacing it with something seemingly unnatural yet powerful. His final living moments then came to an abrupt calm, and washed his mind with a strange and restful peace. He smiled lightly, not sure how he could even do it because he could no longer feel his face, yet he did.
From the outside his body didn’t seem different after the fever died down. Renwick recalled when he too had felt his final living moments and the stages of the process, he also had flailed and screamed upon the death of his mortal life, and saw once more what happened with his apprentice-yet there was little he could do save to be there for him and provide a sliver of comfort.
Altzmyr closed his eyes which ceased functioning naturally. His mind became emptied save for a peaceful, overwhelming tranquility, like he was floating in a void, not a cold empty, endless void, but a gentle, comforting one until he drifted out of consciousness.
His dead body started to leak out the warmth it once made, his skin gradually became even more pale. Within, the carefully laid magics went to work transmuting his flesh and ferrying his corpse to undeath. Renwick laid the phylactery upon his heart, where it would forge its indomitable bond with his soul.
The natural life force of Altzmyr Tannerem had passed away, but his remains would be the stage and prime material for his resurrection and transformation into something greater than he once was.
Eight days later, a new lich awoke upon the bed. His body was like the recently dead, still flesh and skin, still recognizable but gaunt and pale and preserved within. His eyes had a subtle glow as they functioned differently. He awoke to no breath, no pulse, but still felt a need to stretch his undead limbs, which he did so, and as he did he released a rush of air from his dead lungs and his arms and legs stretched out, his torso lifted in the air and his body was reborn with a new kind of life. A surge of energy filled his body and he felt like he could just fly off like a newborn phoenix. His phylactery was set on a table nearby and he could intuitively sense it.
Renwick was delighted to see what Altzmyr had become, another of the fabled liches of good heart and great wisdom, so sorely needed among the ranks of the undead as guide and counselor.
The old lich embraced the new lich and both held each other tight.
#lich#forgotten realms#necromancy#Renwick Caradoon#undead#tw: dying#tw: pain#tw: suicide#mun's notes#drabble
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1000 Followers Milestone Drabbles 14/15
What is this? Two in one day? BLASPHEMY. On another note I was sticking my tongue out of my mouth and talking to try and get the dialogue right but my brother happened to walk by right at that moment lol. Also please don’t actually try to do this yourselves. If for some reason you do decide to stick your tongue to a pole the techniques I mention will indeed work. - Terra
Requested By Anon
Imagine Bart daring you to lick a frozen pole
You could have been back in the Cave right now, curled up on the couch under a blanket with your favorite book drinking hot cocoa and warm, but no, you were outside practically freezing your ass off with your tongue stuck to a damn light post while your boyfriend laughed his ass off on the ground next to you.
It had started innocent enough. Bart said that he hadn’t ever really been able to enjoy winter or any of the things you can do during it so you of course had jumped at the chance to not only spend time with him, but to also let him experience some of the things he was never able to in his time. So after you had put on some warmer clothes, the two of you had set out into the snow. The two of you started out with snow angels and snowmen and eventually moved onto a short snowball fight. By then, you were starting to get cold, so Bart had insisted on heading into town for some hot chocolate. You agreed and after getting your drinks, the two of you walked hand in hand along the docks talking about anything and everything. Until he got an idea.
“Hey what would happen if you lick that lamppost? You should do it!”
“What? No! Why would I have to be the one to lick it anyway? If you want to know what happens so bad you lick it!”
“But then how would I see what happens? My face would be in the way!” He looked at you with puppy dog eyes, but you weren’t going to fall for it today.
“I’ll tell you what happens! Your tongue gets stuck to the pole!” You said, crossing your arms.
“Jaime said it doesn’t!”
“Jaime’s an asshole!”
“C’mon please? What if I promise to pay for dinner if you stick to the pole?”
“Ugh. Fine. But it’s going to be expensive as hell because I know I’m going to be right.” You huff. His face lit up in glee and he clasped his hands together in excitement as you turned to the lamppost. You knew damn well what was going to happen and you weren’t looking forward to it. Groaning once more, knowing that it was better to just get it over with, you acted on impulse before you could make yourself stop, shoving part of your tongue against the frozen metal, feeling your flesh pull harshly as you tried to pull away. Yes. You were effectively stuck to the pole. And this brought you back to the present moment. Tongue on pole and boyfriend on his knees laughing.
“I can’t believe you actually did that! Why would you do that?”
“Yew thaid yew neber thaw it”
“And you believed me? No one ever believes me!” Another round of laughter burst from him and you felt yourself growing more and more pissed off. “Oh man Jaime owes me so many bags of Chicken Whizzes now he dint believe me when I said I could convince you to do it.” You heard the sound of his phone taking a picture.
“Dehlete it.”
“Nope sorry. I’m doing it for my second love.”
“Thuck yew Baht.”
“What was that? I couldn’t hear you.”
“Help me athole.”
“I heard peeing on it will get your tongue unstuck.” The glare you were throwing his way was steadily growing more and more terrifying. “Okay okay. I’ll go get some warm water, I’ll be right back!” You watched him speed off and you sighed, trying to remember some of the tricks your friends had told you about. Opening your mouth, you started breathing on the pole, trying to warm it up. When that didn’t quite work, you tried sticking your finger in your mouth and rubbing the saliva on the part where you were stuck, slowly but surely able to gently pull more and more of your tongue free.
Bart finally returned just as you pulled the last of your tongue free, a cup of war water in hand. “I see you managed to get free heh.”
You just kept your arms crossed and glared at him.
“I’m sorry?” There was still no response form you. Sighing, he walked up to you and placed his forehead against yours. “I really am sorry okay? Look I’ll even delete the picture I took right now since you’re still mad. There. I’m really glad I got to spend time with you today, I know I didn’t get to do a lot in my future and experiencing the things I missed with you is always really important and special to me okay? I just want you to know that and know how much I care about you. I love you.”
A part of you was very much still mad about the situation, but another part of you that wanted to kiss him after that confession was wrestling with it. Eventually, you settled on an adorable pout and his face cracked into a large grin. “I love you too.”
“Let’s go back okay?”
“Not yet. You still owe me dinner.”
He kissed the tip of your nose. “Of course. Lead the way.”
#Bart Allen#Impulse#bart allen x reader#impulse x reader#Young Justice#Drabble#1000 followers milestone
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For the Drabble Game can yew do 17 & 42 with Min Daddy😍😜😂 (my baby Suga) and if yew could make it a Mafia!AU that would be even better!! Btw I love your blog so so much!❤️❤️You're a great writer and and even better person!! I love you so so much!! Also remember to take time for yourself. Writing can be exhausting and stressful. Don't over work yourself❤️❤️
Aww thank you so much and thank you for worrying!!~~ 💖
17. “I’m up to the challenge.” (#42 was taken already, sorry 🙇)
Min Yoongi (Suga) x Reader
Genre: College/University AU, Mafia AU
Word Count: 637
No, you wanted nothing to do with this. You just showed up in the wrong place at a wrong time. It was still early and you thought you could prepare for the class in silence. You certainly didn’t expect to see seven guys examining a bunch of guns.
“I like this one. I think I will take it,” one of them said as he lifted it up in the air checking it’s quality. He pointed it around, stopping once he saw you on his target.
“I’m sorry! I was just… I was just passing by… Yeah…” you quickly bowed down and ran away.
“Who the heck was that?” Namjoon asked.
“We should stop her, she could rat us out,” Jin explained.
“Rock, paper, scissors who gets to do it?” Namjoon questioned but Yoongi interrupted him.
“No need. I’m up to the challenge.”
▲▼▲▼▲
You ran as fast as you can. Surely that couldn’t have been real guns. Who in their right minds would bring so many in a public place like this. Maybe they were roleplaying? You were so lost in thought you ran straight into a person and fell backwards on the ground from the hit.
“Well well well, I’m glad I took the shortcut. I knew you will go through here…”
It was the same guy who pointed his gun a few moments ago. You stared at him as he slowly approached you. You wanted to get up but your body was frozen. You had no idea why (yet) but you were scared. He bent down and pushed a strand of your hair behind your ear. He looked around and leaned in closer.
“We have some things to discuss but this is not the right place, don’t you think?” he whispered, as he set his gun against your back. He picked you up and shoved you in the direction of one of the buildings. Once you two were behind it, he cornered you between the wall and his body.
“Look, I don’t know what you saw but one thing I do know is that I don’t want this to get ugly, so how about you and me make a little deal?” he asked you and you quickly nodded as his gun was still pressed to your side.
“First of all, not a word about what you saw this morning and what is happening between us right now to anyone ever, you understand? This is the most important part, so I need to know that you get this. If you as much as peep,” his eyes suddenly became dark, voice stern. “I will kill you.”
Your eyes widened. No, he could never. As if reading your mind he lifted up his gun.
“You think this is not real? Let me demonstrate,” he said as he fired a shot right above your head. You swear you were about to fall from the shock but he gripped your arm, holding you in place.
“Now that we got that out of the way, the other thing you should now is that I will be watching you. Closely. So you better not slip up,” he took your hand and gave you a phone. “You report to me every few hours for the next week while we find out if you walking in on us really was an accident.”
Was he seriously suspecting you of something? Maybe he mixed you up with someone?
“But-” you were about to protest.
“No buts. You either comply or you die. Simple, right?”
His eyes narrowed on you. He was waiting for you to answer and you nodded again.
“Good,” he smiled content. “Great, this was easier than I thought. I will see you later. You better hope I do…” he said, walking away and leaving you alone and still unsure of what just happened.
#bts#bts scenarios#bts reactions#bts imagines#bts mafia au#bts college au#university au#bts drabble#kpop mafia au#mafia au#suga#yoongi#suga scenarios#suga drabble#yoongi scenarios#yoongi drabble#kpop college au#bands-r-my-heros#writing prompt#stuff i write
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If you're still taking drabble requests, could we possibly get some Tiz and Yew bonding? Maybe Yew asking for relationship advice lol? Thank you!
“...Sir, the truth is...I came to visit because I wanted to ask you advice. It’s been some time since our journey, and, um...” Yew started to redden and fidget, causing Tiz to raise his eyebrows. Just what was this about? “...In that time, Magnolia and I have grown close. And I want to... I want to ask her to marry me! So I came to talk to you. How should I ask the question?”
“Oh.” Tiz felt a little flush coming on himself now, as well as a bit of disappointment. “I can’t really help you with that, you’ll have to ask Agnès. Agnès--!”
Yew frantically waved his hands, shushing Tiz. “D-don’t call her over! Magnolia’s with her!” Tiz quickly closed his mouth, but Yew was still flustered. “And just what do you mean, you can’t help?! You married Agnès!”
“Agnès is the one who asked.” Yew stopped, dead still, and stared at Tiz, who considered a bit more and added, “Well, she kind of just declared herself Agnès Arrior, and it sounded wonderful to me. No objections on my part.”
“You...didn’t ask?”
“No, sorry.”
“Sir...I looked up to you.”
“Uh...okay. Don’t you think that’s a little harsh...?”
“There’s only so far shyness and modesty can go!! The man isn’t supposed to make the lady ask!”
“I have no idea what you mean with that first part, but you sound like Ringabel now,” Tiz sighed.
Yew straightened up. “I should ask him about this.”
“He would tell you to do it now, immediately and passionately, or to wait for the most dramatic moment, like when you’re using the hourglass to stop time or nearly dying from letting the succubus whip you one too many times. ...He’s got a weakness for being charmed,” Tiz explained at Yew’s horrified look. “But there, that’s Ringabel’s advice for you.”
"...Then I don’t know what to do,” Yew sighed, pushing back in his chair at the small table in the Arrior kitchen. “I don’t know anyone who’s actually asked, well, properly, and I want to do it right for Magnolia...”
“Look, Yew, even if I had been the one to ask Agnès, that doesn’t mean what worked for us would work for you. Agnès and I have more simple tastes. Magnolia’s very much a romantic, and she’s from a world that has different romantic traditions. So...” Tiz trailed off and then frowned. “Guess it’d be a little hard to ask Appleberry with Magnolia knowing. At least you already know how they propose on the moon?”
“But is it still special if I already did that by accident?” Yew sighed. “I’d have to find some way to really outdo it.”
“Why do you have to outdo what’s already a special moment to her?”
The younger man paused. And then he looked up, beaming. “You’re a genius, sir! I don’t have to outdo it, just redo it!”
“Uh...I didn’t think that was so extraordinary, but...glad to be back in your high esteem, I guess...?”
Yew had not been as subtle as he thought. Though Magnolia had not caught his conversation with Tiz, he had been acting a little oddly for a while now...and Edea had started asking “Did he propose?! Did he propose?!” whenever they talked. Magnolia had thought for sure that it was coming. Or maybe she simply wanted it that much.
It did not come, even after a few months. She tried not to show her disappointment or be annoyed, but once in a while she felt a sting. Yew loved her...but did he not love her enough to marry? Was he afraid of committing to a lifelong bond? She’d made it clear how she felt, she thought, given him her true name and all, but... sometimes the thoughts made for uneasy sleep.
But one morning, she woke up feeling strangely energized, despite having tossed and turned while going to sleep. There was something pleasant in the air...Magnolia smiled and drew a deep breath through her nose, drawing in the sweet, heady scent of...flowers.
Yew didn’t give her flowers, she thought, yet then her hand brushed against something soft, but too velvety to be her sheets.
She opened her eyes. Immediately in front of her were flowers, a dizzying array of them: small but vivid red poppies, delicate orchids, buttercups so full their leaves were tightly packed, elegant lavender peonies and darker, smaller clematis aside them. There were a few varieties besides those, too, ones she hadn’t learned yet. The bed was full of flowers, and Magnolia instantly felt wide awake, her toes curling with excitement, because Yew never got her flowers. Not after he’d learned what they meant on the moon, to avoid misunderstandings.
This most certainly couldn’t be a misunderstanding.
There was the softest cough, and Magnolia looked over to see Yew, blushing slightly but beaming. She rolled over to see him better, and noticed he was holding a small jewelry box.
“...Good morning, Magnolia. I wanted to wait until the magnolias were in season,” he admitted. “But that seemed too long for what I want to tell you, so...I had one made.” He opened the box, and Magnolia gasped at the magnolia flower sitting inside: made of white gold and decorated with pale amethyst gemstones, it was beautiful. “Magnolia...um...will you--”
Alfred heard Magnolia’s shouted “OUI” from all the way downstairs, in the kitchen, and smiled as he continued to prepare the couple’s breakfast.
#bravely second#yew geneolgia#tiz arrior#magnolia arch#yewnolia#yew x magnolia#bravely second spoilers#made with the small assumption that Magnolia telling Yew her name wasn't a proposal#in that she didn't ASK#I mean I could be wrong they might consider themselves engaged right there and then#I think it'd be nice for Yew to say#meanwhile if anyone ever tells Agnès she did things entirely untraditionally#she was not aware it was unconventional at the time but she's hella proud of that after the fact#she broke tradition again and got ANOTHER HAPPY ENDING#she may end up a rebel at this rate.#you can't tell me yew wouldn't hilariously overdo it if it was left up to him#Anonymous
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