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[corvids-corner]

The Stupendium's sona, Cosmo (fem version) 🧡✨

[cherrynflowergarden]

strange strange man||chris sturniolo

summary; chris is a curious man. and this curiosity made him a strange strange man.

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[eddiexmunson]

I’m so grateful for my ari beans… I love her so damn much it hurts me :( I feel like I don’t deserve her but she always reminds me that I do… even when I’m convinced I don’t.

babygirl, please forgive me for the times I broke promises I didn’t mean to break. I hate falling asleep without warning you, hell I hate falling asleep on you period, I hate knowing you overthink because I can’t keep my eyes open.. I’m working on it.. I promise…

ARIANA ARIANA ARIANA ARIANA MY GODDESS ARI BEANS… you’re so pretty it almost hurts, but at least you’re mine <3 I don’t have to worry about anyone else ever having you because you’re mineee you love me as much as I love you, and it gives me so much hope that I can do better for you <3

you’re the fucking prettiest, you’re all fucking mine and it makes my heart and body so warm… I GET TO KISS THIS WOMAN EVERYDAY AND NIGHT… this woman screams my name at night, I get to touch her pretty body all the time 😖☺️😩😵‍💫🥰🤭🥹😇🤩💕💕💕💕💗💗💗😖🙃🤭🥰🥺💕😖☺️🥰🥺☹️💓💓💖💗🙃🥰😃🤭😃😃🤩🥰🥰💞💞💞💞🥰💞☹️😞💖💓💗😇💗💗💗🤭😞💗💞🥰🤩💞🥰💞💞🤭💗💓💗💗🤭💗☹️💞💞

look at my baby in her true from <3 my angel baby princess…. GOD I LOVE HER SO MUCH

[writemywaytoyourheart]

hey chip! i recently came back to your acc to catch up on bedeviled (which is AMAZING btw) and scrolled through your posts and responses to asks and i just really wanted to tell you that you have such a wonderful way with words! its so beautiful how you are able to comfort people and also make people feel happy or loved with whatever you say :) yeah i just wanted to tell you that as i really admire this talent/trait(?) 💜 i hope i am able to cultivate this one day too!

also alsooo i didnt see anyone ask this yet but have you listened to seven 🙈 what did you think of it? i felt that it was so catchy and the mv is so cute ahah i love it so much 🥰 and also kook's shirtless pics 😵‍💫

Hi baby!!

I'm so glad you're liking bedeviled tysm🥰💕

Thank you so much for saying that 🥺 I'm always worried about whether my feelings have come across. I'm truly grateful for each one of you, even the silent readers! It's so wonderful to hear from you guys tho, and I always hope it comes across that way!!!! 💖💗💖💗💖💗💖

as for seven:

GIRL I WAS CRYING LAUGHING SO HARD. IT WAS NOT AT ALL WHAT I WAS EXPECTING 😂😂 so hee SLAYED in the mv I literally love her. The song is really catchy! Again, I was NOT expecting the words so ngl that threw me way off 😂😂 I was like....WUT you sayin boi 👀

Ok ok ok, this might be an unpopular opinion, but I was actually really disappointed in Latto's part. I was excited when I saw her name bc she's sung some songs I liked, idk literally anything about her as a person so I can't say I'm a fan of hers, but I do like some of her work! But that just wasn't it for me. It felt out of place and awkward and I couldn't vibe so that made me sad 😭

But yeah!!

Let's not ever talk about the concept photos yall I won't ever be ready to process them!!! 😭 see like they had me shaking in my boots and then the mv came out and I was howling with laughter it was such a roller coaster 🤯

So happy to you see again love!!

ILY 💞

-chip

[elixirfromthestars]

I couldn’t add images to my initial comments when I first read this, so I’m adding them here 🤭💗

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me whenever Bucky and the reader locked eyes 🙈💕

me when Bucky walked over all charming and sexy and swoon worthy 🤭💗💗

me when the reader and him started flirting and walking away to a more private area 🫣💕

me when they started kissing 😵‍💫💕💕

me when he revealed HE KNEW 🫢💔💔

me when they started fighting and bantering and filling the room with so much tension and chemistry 🤭🩷🙈🩷🥰

me when he threw the knife cause he couldn’t kill her and she dropped her knife because she couldn’t kill him 😭💕💕💕

me by the end 🫠🩷🩷🩷🩷

How I adored the chemistry and tension in this 🥹💖💖 I’m rooting for these two big time!! 🫶🏼 The reader deserves to start again, and I hope Bucky can help her with that 🥰🥰

watch it burn

pairing: target!bucky barnes x assassin!reader

summary: you were given a mission: eliminate your target quickly. what you weren't told? your target is the very elusive, highly trained winter solider. that makes things a little bit harder. now you've found yourself back against the wall with his knife pressed to your throat, but there's a look in both of your eyes, one that says this won't end the way either of you planned.

word count: 6.3K cw: 🔞 suggestive content (mdni), violence (they are both trying to kill each other), weapons (are used and mentioned).

a/n: i hope you all enjoy this fic as much as i enjoyed writing it! credit to @thenameswintergifs for making me this fantastic gif and a special thank you to @elixirfromthestars for beta reading! 🤍

Your mission was very simple: Get in. Kill him. Get out.

And for you, that was a walk in the park — another day on the job.

You had done plenty of these missions before. Undercover on high-profile cases with a gun strapped to the inside of your thigh, with a name and face in your mind.

You didn't like to call yourself an assassin, even if that was technically what you were. Really you liked to think of yourself as a problem solver. Your employer had a problem, and you solved it by terminating your target. Simple as that.

Not everyone has the ability to do what you do. Then again, not everyone was forced into this life either.

One minute you were a child, feet sinking into the Earth with each pounding step, the warmth of the sun beating down on the side of your face. High-pitched screams and endless laughs filled the air as you enjoyed every bit of freedom that you had. Your world was limitless.

At least, it was.

Because your luck had run out. Ripped from your home in the middle of the night, your parents promising you everything would be okay over sounds of sobs and pleas. They didn't know what they were signing you up for. They thought it was for protection, for a better future. How were they supposed to know what you would endure?

You were just a kid, standing in an undisclosed training facility. The harsh lights above illuminating your instructor, an older man with a perpetual scowl on his face, and a scar that ran from his left cheek down to his chin, and who always had a knife twirling between his fingers. His instructions were very clear: take the shot.

One move out of line and —. 

There was no use thinking back on it. What was the point in remembering the screams of the others who weren't as lucky as you? Those who didn't get praised for being the best in the class, the ones who hesitated. You never hesitated.

Tonight’s mission was no different from the countless others you’ve been on. Maybe a new location and a different target, but the bare bones were exactly the same. It was a gala dedicated in memory of one of the Avengers, you didn't need to know too many specifics other than who you were after. 

He would be there, so you would be too.

"Think you can do it in under an hour?"

A scoff crosses your lips, what an absurd question.

You're sitting in the back of a large, blacked out luxury SUV, dressed like any other civilian who is about to attend this event, only your attire comes with some slight modifications. Your earpiece is well hidden, your gun is neatly tucked in the holster strapped to your thigh, and you can feel the blade of your knife against your side in a hidden pocket.

Everything was where it needed to be.

"Absolutely. How much do you want to bet?" you ask.

Your head tilts up until you catch the eyes of your driver in the rearview mirror. He's an undercover agent and your usual ride to these outings. You needed to rely on someone to safely get you in and out, and this was your guy.

"$500 and you fill up my gas tank for the next one," he responds, his hands turning the steering wheel to join the line of cars that lead up to the venue.

"Deal," you agree, nodding your head once. You were confident in your skills, even a little cocky at times, and the smirk on your face confirmed that. This line of business had no time for anyone who didn't believe in themselves; it needed conviction, someone to pull the trigger. That was you.

Your driver nods his head, locking in the deal before flickering his eyes ahead of him, the brim of his cap lowering as he does.

A crinkling of static in your comms piece catches you off guard, followed by the voice of another agent calling your name.

"Do you copy?"

"I copy," your hand moves to instinctively fix the earpiece.

"Good, we'll be approaching in a minute. Do you remember the man you're looking for?"

"James Buchanan Barnes, goes by Bucky. Tall with a broad build, long dark brown hair, light blue eyes, with a bump on his left ear. Probably hiding against the wall, not keen on people," you reiterate the description verbatim. "Am I missing anything?"

You had seen a picture of your target during the briefing — some CCTV footage they were able to obtain of his right side. Although it was blurry, you were able to distinguish some key features, which was all you needed.

"Maybe a smile." Your eyes roll. What an asshole. "You're on."

The door of the SUV opens as if on cue, and a valet appears ready to help you out of the vehicle. You slyly shut off the microphone to your comms piece before giving him your hand. Bright lights illuminate the exterior of the building as a mass of people begin to enter, chatter hitting your ears as your foot hits the ground.

Showtime.

There are more people in attendance than you had expected; a bigger crowd meant that you'd have a lot more people to filter through. He could be anywhere, and that meant there wasn't a second to waste. Your eyes flutter over the attendees' faces, quickly crossing them off your mental checklist.

No. No. No.

You climb the stairs into the building; the long corridor holds the entrance to the ballroom. With whom this event was in honor of, you had a gut feeling he already would be in there. 

Weaving through a sea of bodies, your pace has to be exact, not too quick because anyone who is paying close enough attention will flag you down, but you also can't be too slow, like you're lingering.

It has to be the perfect balance.

You find your way inside the ballroom, and the first thought that pops into your head is how spacious it is. Marble columns line each wall, more for decor than actual structural integrity, while hints of off-whites and golds paint each surface. The room is illuminated by six grand chandeliers, each emitting a soft golden light with teardrops of crystals cascading around them. All pulled together with the glass vaulted ceiling; the moon and stars peaking through, a reminder of the night sky above.

Beautiful, breathtaking actually, but you've seen many rooms like this before. Each one of them filled with people who thought they were way more important than they actually were. None of them realizing how disposable they were.

A waiter holding a tray of champagne glasses nears your left side. You don't spare a passing glance as you grab one, continuing to make your prowl in the ballroom. It was one of your main rules of blending in: always have a prop.

Soft music plays, a pianist in the far corner of the room playing Clair de Lune as guests mingle. Your eyes shift as you analyze the scene in front of you. Deep inside, you know he's in here, and your gut is never wrong.

There’s a woman on the opposite side of the room, whispering angrily in, what you assume is, her husband’s ear. Not the man you’re looking for. Your gaze then travels to a bartender a few feet away from you, sweat already on his brow as he focuses on appeasing the long line at the bar. Not your target either.

Then, it hits you quickly in the corner of your eye. You spot something that feels so far off from what you were looking for that you knew it had to belong to the man you were hunting down, a missed detail.

What caught your attention was very simple: a small gleam. That's all it was.

Metal caught in the light, which reflected itself into your vision for a split second. Your fingers tighten around the stem of your glass, your stomach turning in knots when it hits you exactly who it is. You hoped you were wrong, but you knew you wouldn’t be.

When you turn to face the direction of the reflection, you're instantly greeted with the face of a man you had seen before. Twice, actually.

Once, the day before, in a blurry photo on your briefing sheet.

And once, six years earlier. In Belarus.

You were on one mission, he was on another. Two highly trained assassins at a benefit where there were black market auctions taking place, both there for different targets.

There were no words exchanged, there didn't need to be. You were both there for work. You happened to cross the room at the exact same time, your targets on the opposite ends of where you were standing. All it was, was a fleeting moment of eye contact as you passed each other. The world had stopped for a split second.

You never forgot that metal arm. It was different then, silver with a red star signaling to everyone who he was, what it stood for. He didn't try to hide it, he made his presence known. Now it was black, gold flecks filled in the cracks even near his hands — which were the only part exposed under his suit jacket and what had caught in the light; no matter how hard he tried to hide it. Now, he was a man begging to blend in.

There he was. Standing on the opposite side of the room.

Your target.

Bucky Barnes.

The Winter Soldier.

Shit you think to yourself. Any plan of action that you formed in your head was quickly trashed. For decades, this man was the most dangerous, elusive assassin known in the field – probably still is. And here you were with a hit on his head.

You wanted to turn your mic back on and ask what the hell was wrong with your team for putting you in here with no proper warning. They had to have known. Either they were testing to see if you could actually do it, or this was a suicide mission. The latter seemed to be the answer you were gravitating towards.

You'd have to get him alone, and figure out a way to disarm him. Equal out the playing field. Most of your victims were usually packing in some capacity, but most of your victims didn't have a weapon of mass destruction for an arm.

Chugging down your drink and placing it on a random table, you square off your shoulders. Holding your chin up high, you begin to walk forward. You don't stop or falter, only reaching your arm out to grab another glass of champagne when you pass another waiter on your route.

You had to do this. There was no turning back now.

You stop yourself a few feet from where Bucky is standing, his body angled away from yours, swept up in a quiet conversation with a group. He's avoiding eye contact with them and is gripping his whiskey glass like his life depends on it. These people were strangers, and he was hating every second of it.

Your eyes drift ahead of you, needing to appear interested in anything but your target, so you examine the poster on the wall. It's an image of a man with blonde hair, bright blue eyes, and a jawline that made you believe he was serious. About what? You're not sure, he just seemed convincing. In his hand was a shield, and his body donned a navy blue suit with a white star in the middle.

Your guess? This was the honoree of the gala. Which would be confirmed with the bolded words on the poster that read:

IN TRIBUTE TO: STEVE ROGERSTHE FIRST AVENGER AND AMERICA'S MIGHTIEST HERO

Ah, yes. That's right, The Avengers. Not really your cup of tea. It wasn't that you weren't grateful for the whole saving the world thing, but in your work, there wasn't a line between friend and foe. You were hired. There was a target. End of story.

The whole moral compass thing made your job a bit harder.

You tune back into the conversation Bucky's having. It's hard to make out exactly what they're talking about, but you try your best. There's a few people speaking at once, and it takes you a second to comb through the voices to find his. 

He's soft spoken, you're not sure why, but this surprises you. This is a man who is a shadow in the night; his very existence was built on silence, but for such a large stature, you expected a booming voice. A man ready to command an army.

"Thanks," he says. "Yeah, Steve would have loved this."

You can see in your peripheral vision that he's lost all interest in this conversation. The hand that's not holding his glass is tugging on his tie to loosen it, as if it were getting tighter by the moment and would soon choke him. His eyes circle the room, looking for an out.

This is the best time to catch his attention, lure him away from the group, and get your chance with him.Turning your body in his direction, you take a slight step forward to be in his direct line of sight. You catch his eye instantly — like you did all those years ago. Except instead of a fleeting moment with two strangers on their own missions stepping past each other, your gazes stay locked.

Something flashes across his features. Recognition? You hoped not. This wasn't the time for tricky caveats. A few blinks later, and it's gone, but his brows are still threaded together as if he's trying to place you. Any remaining attention he had on the group in front of him had faded completely.

"Yeah, yeah," Bucky nods as the woman next to him speaks. He's clearly not listening because as she starts her next sentence, he cuts her off. "Will you excuse me for a moment?" She doesn't have time to respond. He exits, and heads straight for you.

Your eyes shift back to the poster in front of you, holding the champagne flute lazily in your hands. As if you were someone who was much more interested in Steve Rogers than your target, who was making your job easy and finding his way to you (which had to be a first).

Neither of you speaks as he takes his place next to you. The scent of his cologne fills your nostrils, amber and bergamot, wrapped in soft notes of vanilla. You can feel the warmth radiating from how close he's standing, but neither of you brushes against the other — keeping what little space you had left.

"Did you know Steve?" His question breaks the ice, both of your gazes locked ahead.

"I can't say I had the pleasure," you respond.

Bucky tucks his free hand in his pocket while the hand holding his whiskey glass shakes the ice around. He looks over his shoulder towards the group he had split from, looking back when he thinks they won't hear him.

"He would have hated this," he admits.

A chuckle passes your lips — his statement is a direct contrast to what you had overheard. Your heart races when you realize that you've slightly slipped up, because Bucky isn't supposed to know that you heard his conversation. Your head turns to gauge his reaction. Surprisingly, he's already looking at you, a smirk toying at the corners of his mouth, as if he were waiting to catch your gaze.

He knows, you think to yourself. You have to play it cool.

"How come?"

"Steve didn't like making a big show of himself, even if others thought he did. He did everything because he wanted to, not because he wanted to be praised for it."

"Sounds like a smart man," you respond back. "Doing it for the good of the world."

"He was a good man," Bucky nods. "The best."

"Sounds like I missed out on meeting someone quite spectacular."

"You did. He would have hated me saying that too."

"For such a good guy, you're making it seem like he hated a lot of things."

Bucky lets out a dry laugh at the comment. His eyes shift over to the poster again as if he's studying Steve's face, but he's quick to look back over at you.

"No, he was surprisingly easy going. I think it made him uncomfortable to know what others thought of him."

You hum in response. You knew the feeling all too well, especially in your line of work. There was a reason you didn't keep friends or date; getting too close meant telling the truth. Telling the truth meant dealing with the judgment. It was easier to pretend that you were fine being alone than feel the crushing weight of disappointing someone you loved.

"I think we're all plagued by that,” you mutter.

Bucky nods. You don't want to think that he understands. That he was also plagued by the world. You had a job, and Bucky was your target, whether he knew it or not. You couldn't begin to humanize him.

"I didn't get your name."

His voice snaps you back into reality, and you realize you must have been staring into his eyes. A small blush forms on your cheeks, shaking your head to bring yourself back to reality. Answering his question, you tell him your name, Bucky repeats it back to himself as if he's saving it for later.

"It's nice to meet you. I'm Bucky Barnes, one of Steve's friends."

"The pleasure's all mine, Bucky."

A smirk crosses his lips again, his eyes twinkling slightly in the light as his head tilts. He's trying to get a read on you, you know it. He may be trying to come across as this innocent man who attends galas in honor of his fallen friend, but you knew the truth. You remembered the stories of the Winter Soldier; you saw him with your own eyes.

"Do you normally come to these events in honor of men you don't know?" he asks.

"Only if it entails meeting someone as charming as yourself."

Bucky's eyebrows raise at your words. 

"It's funny you said that," he muses. "I have this nagging feeling that I know you from somewhere. Have we met before?"

There was that look again, like he remembered you, which was impossible. He had seen hundreds, if not thousands, of people over his time as the Winter Soldier.

"Maybe in a dream. I think I would have remembered meeting you before,” you tease.

"What a shame."

Bucky takes a step closer to you, his eyes move across your face, and down your neck. It's a shame you have to kill him, he is very attractive. The way his hair slightly falls over his eyes, and the hard angle of his jawline makes him feel all too real.

He would make a good lover, a great one even.

Too bad for Bucky, the art of seduction is only a pawn for you in this game.

"I hope you know I don't get myself entangled with strangers," you say, your voice dropping to a whisper. If he wanted to look at you like he wanted to ravish you, then you'd happily play along.

"Really?" Bucky questions. His hand moves until it's near your cheek, his fingers delicately tucking a lock of hair out of your face and behind your ear, gently grazing your cheek. "I was hoping by the end of the night we wouldn't be strangers anymore."

"Is that so?"

"Mm."

Your eyebrows raise as you bring your champagne glass up to your lips once more and take a long sip. Bucky copies your movement with his own whiskey glass.

"So, Bucky. Would you mind showing me around?" you ask once you've finished.

"It'd be my honor."

Straightening his shoulders, Bucky takes a step forward, vaguely motioning with his hand for you to follow. With the mental note of where your weapons are, you happily oblige. One step closer to the end of this mission.

"Where are you from?" Bucky asks. He's led you out of the ballroom and into the long hallway. If the walls could talk, you were sure the stories they had could fill many pages.

"Outside the city," you keep it vague. "Nowadays, it feels like I'm all over the place. You?"

"I get that," he agrees, then his nods at your question. "I'm from Brooklyn, not too sure I can call it home anymore."

“How come?”

Bucky’s tongue swipes across his bottom lip as the two of you round the corner to a more secluded part of the hallway. The pianist is still playing in the distance, and the music is now mingled with the sound of muted chatter. You're safely tucked away from prying eyes.

He thinks carefully of his answer as he stops in front of a doorway, head turning to look up at the ceiling. There's something in his posture that tells you he's not exactly sure why he's telling you this information, like he's questioning himself.

"Can you still call a place a home if you've never been back?"

Truer words had never been spoken, and unfortunately, you knew that pain all too well.

"I think it can be. Even if it’s too painful to think about."

There's a palpable silence, tension so thick you could cut it with a knife. You've forgotten about your team that's waiting for you, or that you can hear static in your comms piece. For the first time in your career, you've forgotten about the mission. 

Why?

Because in the dim light of the hallway, Bucky looks beautiful. Tragically beautiful. Moments away from his end, his demise at your own hands, yet all you can focus on are his lips. How plush they look, you wonder how they'd feel against his skin. His eyes. How bright and full of life they are.

He may be your target, but right now he’s the object of your desires.

Fuck.

"You're interesting," Bucky breaks the silence. "You're a total stranger, yet I feel like you can read my mind. Like you know exactly what I'm thinking."

"Isn't that how it always works? The people who don't know us tend to see us for who we really are?"

"Maybe you're right," he muses, pursing his lips. "And who really are you?"

You raise your eyebrow. Even with the space between you and Bucky, you feel like he's backed you into a corner somehow. He knows, you think again to yourself. That nagging voice.

It doesn’t stop you from crossing the hallway until you’re standing an inch away from him. Bucky’s back resting on the door behind him. You can see in the corner of your eye as his hand snakes down to grip the doorknob, his knuckles white from how hard he's gripping it.

The two of you are almost chest to chest. His heart is beating calmly and steadily compared to yours, which might as well have been a ticking time bomb. There's something in the way you two look at each other that's hard to put into words. And now that you've seen him this close, you're not sure you want to see him from any other distance.

"Who do you think I am, Barnes?" Your voice is low, sultry even, as your hand raises to rest on his shoulder. Your finger traces down the side of his neck, eventually playing with the collar of his shirt. He swallows any doubt that he has, his eyes darkening as he watches you.

"Someone I'm not supposed to know," Bucky mutters. His strong hand finds its way to your side, slowly gliding down until he stops right at your thigh, inches from where your holster rests. He just misses touching it. 

You're on fire. Every single piece of you.

"Someone who shouldn't intrigue me." He draws circles into the skin of your thigh, a touch you suddenly can’t get enough of. Bucky leans in close, his lips next to your ear — you let out a shaky breath. "Yet, I can't help but want to know who you are, and why I can't seem to want to stay away from you."

Your eyes are closed, the hand that was resting on his shoulder has made its way behind Bucky's head, entangling your fingers with the hair on the nape of his neck.

"Buck."

You're not sure why the nickname whispers out of you so instinctively, but he lets out a soft whine in response. The hand that's holding your leg pulls you in tighter, closer.

"Say that again."

This was never supposed to happen.

"Buck."

"Fuck me," he whispers into your skin.

"Gladly."

It takes no time for his lips to find yours, a heated kiss that nearly sends you over the edge. You're both going at it like you’re starved, and you’ve never tasted anything so incredible before. Hands grabbing wherever they can, tongues brushing against one another. It's a mess. It's hot. It's insatiable.

The sound of the door opening perks your ears up, but you make no attempts to detach yourself from Bucky. He's holding your face now as he backs you into the room, using his foot to close the door once the two of you are inside.

The room is dark, the only light comes from the window on the adjacent wall. You're in some sort of storage room, most of the furniture is covered in a white sheet, and some boxes stack up in the corner. 

You don’t care, though. Your attention is elsewhere, not memorizing the layout of the room, not taking in the status of everything like you usually did on these missions. No, right now you’re focused on Bucky and primarily on the feel of his tongue against yours as he guides you through the room.

His hands fall from your face as he sheds his suit jacket, you kick off your shoes at the same time, adding some more inches to your height difference. Bucky cranes his neck down to keep his lips attached to yours. He wouldn’t dream of pulling away.

"Get this thing off of me," he mutters roughly, his hand slipping to where his tie is. One tug and it comes undone. Impressive.

You could feel it in your core how wrong this was, but you didn't want it to end. You couldn't think about the gun strapped to your thigh, the one he almost found, and the bullet you'd have to put through his head.

"I think," Bucky speaks again, his words muffled in between kisses. "Maybe I do have you figured out."

"Yeah?" you ask. "So quickly?"

"Mm," he hums in agreement. "I think so."

"Tell me."

Bucky gives your lips one last soft kiss before he stands, towering over you. His lips are puffy and red, and his eyes are kind, full of wonder; you're not sure how they're the same ones that belong to the Winter Soldier. 

To be fair, you're not even sure how you're the same person who came in here to kill him. That’s besides the point.

"I think you're smart," he says, his hand moving to wipe a piece of hair out of your face. "Smarter than anyone else in that room tonight. Observant, too. Like you knew exactly what everyone was doing at all times. I like that."

"Yeah? Smart and observant?"

"Very much."

You watch him through your lashes, you can see that boyish grin on his face.

"You want to know what else I think you are?"

"Tell me."

Bucky leans down until he's eye level with you, his hands on your shoulders, fingers digging deeply into your skin. He wants to keep you there, close to him. He wants you to hear every word he's about to say.

"I think you're a fucking traitor."

He knew.

A flip switches in your brain, but before you can brace for impact, Bucky pushes you. Your back hits the wall with a loud thud, a groan leaving your lips as the air is knocked out of your lungs momentarily. Your hand trying to find your gun. Your brain is frazzled from the kiss, and suddenly you don’t remember how to do anything. Fuck, fuck, fuck you think to yourself as you try to find it.

"Do you think I don't know what's going on here?" Bucky's voice hits your ears as his metal hand snakes its way up to grab your hair, pulling your head back tautly. You groan again as you see the anger flash in his eyes, the tips of your fingers grazing the handle. "Who sent you?"

"Like I'd tell you."

He scoffs, you can feel him reach for something at his side, but your mind is too focused on trying to grab your weapon. You don't register the sound of the switchblade opening, the little snap that gives itself away every time. You do feel it pressed against your neck, the razor-thin edge brushing your skin, ready to cut you open and leave you for dead.

"You know I'd hate to do this," he grits through his teeth. "I was really enjoying getting to know you."

"Come on, Barnes. Why does our fun have to end?"

Bucky lets out a dry chuckle before biting down on his lip, watching you with an intensity and anger that you're sure he only saves for his worst enemies.

"Who said I'm not having fun?"

"Yeah? Is this your idea of foreplay?" you ask, your tongue swiping over your bottom lip as you try to stay concentrated on reaching for the gun. Your fingers brush against the handle. Close, almost got it. "Because I'm incredibly turned on, if so."

"Considering you were going to fuck me either way, I'm not surprised, sweetheart,” he grits through his teeth. His hand pulls your hair even tighter, causing you to shrink down in pain. "You think I don't remember who you are? You think I didn't recognize those eyes? Give me a fucking break."

"How long?"

"Since the second I saw you."

"And you still played along."

"I figured if you were going to actually kill me, you'd put a little more effort into it," he nudges the blade against your skin, not deep enough to slice you open, just enough to give you a little warning. One drop of blood.

"Insulting my skills now, Barnes?"

"Considering I'm the one holding a knife to your throat, I'd say I'm a step ahead. Wouldn't you agree?"

You don't respond – instead, a wicked grin now spreads across your features. Bucky's snarling at you, showing his teeth like a rabid dog, that it takes him a moment to notice that you’ve snaked your hand up and the barrel of your gun was now pressed against his temple.

"Not really."

Even as your thumb toys with the hammer, ready to cock it at any second, there's something holding you back — in the same way it's holding Bucky back. You feel the knife press further into your neck. It’d just take one swipe.

"Do it," you egg him on. "Kill me."

"Aren't you the one who's supposed to kill me?" he barks back, his eyes feverishly searching yours. "I left that life a long time ago, sweetheart." That's the second time he's called you that, and if you were in a different setting, it would be endearing. "Maybe you should think about doing the same."

"Trying to make me see the light, Barnes? Tell me how it's so much better to be free."

"Free? You think you get freedom from this life?" he scoffs. "You're sorely mistaken. But, it's better to be a fucked up mess than a contracted killer."

"Bad news for you," you cock back the hammer on the gun. "I'm already both of those."

"Do it," Bucky turns the tables on you, egging you on. His jaw is clenched, waiting for the pop. "You've had plenty of chances. Do it."

You grit your teeth, a bead of sweat running down the side of your face. Bucky's forehead is pressed against yours, you're both breathing heavily, your chests rapidly rising and falling. You've done this hundreds of times before, you've never missed a shot, especially one so close to you.

For the first time in your career, you hesitate.

Your hand is trembling, the gun shaking with it as your brain works in overtime telling you to just fucking do it, but you can't bring yourself to. No matter how cocked the gun is, or the fact that your finger is right on the trigger — you can't do it.

Bucky notices the moment of hesitation and uses it to his advantage. His arm comes up to whack yours, sending the gun flying in the air, hearing it hit the floor and slide once it hits the ground.

You have enough awareness to get out of his grip while Bucky's arm isn't pressed as tightly against you. Your leg comes up to kick the side of his face at a perfect angle, the two of you beginning your fight.

If you weren't trying to kill each other, it would look more like a beautifully crafted ballet. Both of you moving in sync to dodge and hit, the sound of punches landing rippling in the empty room. At some point, you find your own knife that was tucked away to level the playing field. 

Bucky's managed to cut your cheek, and at some point, you bust his lip, pieces of clothes are ripped, and there's definitely blood dripping on the floor. Whose? Neither of you are entirely sure anymore.

"Can't say this isn't extremely hot," you tease as you dodge one of his hits, somersaulting out of the way.

"Do you always trying to fuck the guys you're there to kill?"

"Only the ones that make me work for it."

The two of you have managed to create some distance between each other, both twirling the knives in your hand as you side step to circle one another — waiting for the other to attack.

"Who sent you?" he repeats his earlier question

"Someone with a grudge against the Winter Soldier."

Bucky winces slightly at the name, at the mere reminder of who he once was.

"I've made my amends."

"You can keep telling yourself that," you snap. "And the world will keep turning, and there will still be a hit on your head."

"Yeah? And what about you, huh? You think this all goes away. You think one day you'll decide to stop, and it'll be enough. If I'm a wanted man, what does that make you?"

Your blood boils in your veins because you know he's not entirely wrong. This might be your life, but this isn't your forever. You'd either give it up completely or die in the field. You don't want to hear it though. This is the only life you've known.

"You're my mission, Barnes."

Bucky's eyes darken, your words striking a chord. He doesn't hesitate to cross the room, your feet planted firmly in the ground as he approaches you once more — towering over you. Your eyes travel over his face and down his neck, you can see where bruises are starting to form.

His eyes stay locked on you as he does something unexpected, he throws the knife in his hand onto the floor, now in a pile next to your gun that had been knocked out. Besides his arm, he was weaponless, a sign he wasn't fighting again.

Suddenly, your stomach was in knots, because it didn't matter if you had the upper hand now. It didn't matter if you were still clutching your knife, it didn't matter that he was giving himself up to you — because you couldn't do it.

You couldn't kill Bucky Barnes.

Bucky notices the shift in your demeanor, in the way your face drops and your hard edges soften. He's on you in a second, his hands moving to grab your face as he kisses you again.

This was supposed to be simple. A name on a briefing sheet. A single shot between the eyes. Now it was a mess, a tug of the heart, and a slip of your mask.

You hear the clank of your knife as it hits the floor, your arms wrapping around his neck as you kiss him back.

It's not as rushed as before. Bucky takes his time with you. His hands wander down to expose your shoulders, finally detaching his lips from yours so he can kiss your skin and hear those soft moans that follow.

Your head is spinning when Bucky picks you up, as if you were the weight of a feather. He carries you over to the desk, a white linen sheet draped over it to protect the dark wood. There's nothing to say as he lays you down on top of it, his hands working to get your clothes off as quickly as possible.

Your fingers tremble as you work to unbutton his shirt, the hands of a trained assassin now unsteady from just the touch of this man. Unbelievable.

"You're going to be the death of me," Bucky husks out, trailing his lips over your skin. He finds the spot where his knife was pressed against your neck. His lips ghost over it, sending a shiver down your spine, but he soon presses a soft, meaningful kiss there instead.

"That was the plan."

Bucky laughs as his hands find your thighs, teasingly snapping the band of your holster against your skin. You laugh at the absurdity of it. He rests his chin on your chest and looks up at you. Even bloodied and bruised, you're somehow still a vision.

"Enough talking, sweetheart."

He pulls himself back up to your face, capturing your lips in another kiss. If he's going to hear another sound out of your mouth, it better be the sounds of you moaning his name. Because in your failed attempt to kill Bucky Barnes, you've given him a new reason to live.

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Sign the Dotted Line

Pairing: Sugar Daddy!Andy Barber x Female Reader Summary: You discuss the terms with Estelle and wait the week before seeing Andy again. Word Count: Over 3.5k Warnings: Slow burn, reader is broke (is that a warning?), sugar daddy offer, tension, slight insecurities, inner monologue, Andy Barber (he's a warning, okay?) Graphic talent and thanks: Banner - @sgt-seabass, Divider - @firefly-graphics , Header - yours truly A/N: Welcome back to my Terms and Conditions AU! Beta read by the lovely @whisperlullaby (thanks!), but any and all mistakes are my own. ❤️ Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

You had a hard time relaxing after your meeting with Andy. You couldn’t put your finger on why you were wound up. The discussion went well, even better than you expected. Andy wasn’t pushy considering the power he wielded, but also wasn’t a pushover when you questioned him or offered alternatives. He conducted himself the way you needed him to, both professionally and personally. If he hadn’t, you’d have a much harder time going along with his contact.

So why am I so restless?

Estelle, once again reminding you why she was one of the best friends a girl could have, stopped by your place with wine and pizza. “You were not about to tell me over the phone what happened. Once I get this passed out, dish.”

Your friend was unusually quiet as you gave her the rundown of the meeting and terms you agreed to. It meant a lot that she listened, but you expected her to chime in once or twice with her opinion as she refilled your glasses of wine. Was she thinking carefully about what to say or did she not have anything to add?

“I have three questions for you,” she said, drumming her manicured nails along her glass. “First, why didn’t you accept his higher offer for more money each month?”

There it is.

“Because it was an excessive amount of money considering he’s going to pay my bills and rent, along with getting me a new wardrobe AND a personal driver. Unless I’m going out with you or our friends, it doesn’t sound like I’m going to pay for anything.”

Saying it out loud made you shift uncomfortably in your chair. Everything you had was because you worked for it. Soon, you wouldn't even work at the diner. To think the next nine months you wouldn’t work? It didn't sound real.

It didn't sound like you.

“All I'm saying is you could’ve used that extra money for savings,” she pointed out with a raise of her glass. “Or to stock up on wine.”

You snorted a bit, taking a sip of your drink. “I’m still going to put money aside for savings, but the amount he’s going to spend taking care of me? It’s a lot.”

“Doesn’t sound like it’s much to him if he agreed so easily.”

“It’s a lot to me,” you said under your breath.

And I’m not about to take advantage of him.

Andy was going to take care of you like he promised. You had no doubt about that. The world he lived in, maybe it wouldn’t make much of a difference in his bank account to take on your debt for the next nine months. You weren’t going to push for more money when he was giving you the world and then some.

Estelle smiled into her glass. “I haven’t met the guy yet, but I think he likes you because you’re a good person. I mean, he wants you to have dinners with him so he can talk to you and to get to know you even more,” she said, leaning forward when you tried to look away. “Which brings me to my second question. How do you feel about the ‘no sex’ in the contract?”

Your stomach sank a bit, making you wonder if that was why you felt restless when you should’ve been happy. “Is it bad if I say it hurts my ego a little?”

It was irrational to have a bit of a bruised ego. Andy gave you an explanation as to why he didn’t add that clause and it made perfect sense. The fantasy that he wanted you still played out in your mind though. But what would wanting him lead you to? What did you have to offer him besides companionship?

“A little? Mine would’ve hurt a lot,” she joked, causing your face to fall more as your thoughts crushed you. “Sorry. I didn’t mean anything by that. Just because he doesn't have it in the contract doesn't mean he isn't attracted to you. Didn’t you say he complimented the dress, which we knew you looked hot in? And your smile?”

"He did,” you answered, heat creeping up your neck that had nothing to do with the wine. “But Andy is like a full course meal. What the hell am I?"

Estelle wadded up her napkin and threw it at your head, which you dodged. "So are you. If you don't believe me, at least consider yourself to be dessert or a fine wine," she said. You wouldn’t, but you weren’t about to tell her that. "And you know what? I respect the man a hell of a lot more for not adding anything sexual to the contract.”

“You do?”

“Yeah. You said if something happened, he wanted it to be natural or organic. He doesn’t want to take advantage of you. He wants to seduce you the old fashioned way. And I say let him. You can start by taking some of that money he gave you and buy some fancy lingerie.”

You finished your glasses, wondering what Andy liked. Did he like something simple and classic? What colors would get his attention? "I was going to pay you back for the dress and the shoes," you told her.

With a wrinkle of her nose, she snatched the bottle from the table "Those were a gift and I won't accept any money back," she said, pouring the rest of the wine into her glass. You figured that was what she'd say. "And because you offended me, no more wine for you."

"You’re the one who brought that bottle, so your rules," you reminded her as she shot you a look. "Okay, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have offered to pay you back for my present."

Estelle nodded after a moment. "Good. That's good practice for when Andy buys you something just because and you try to pay him back."

You refrained from rolling your eyes, but she had a point. You would probably try to pack him back whether he wanted it or not. "Is it really paying him back if it's with his own money?"

She pretended to think it over before laughing. "Probably not," she said as you stood up to take your glass to the sink. "Hey, I didn't ask my third question."

"Fire when ready."

"Do you really want to give it a week when you have your mind made up?"

Estelle knew you all too well. Even if you hadn't told her from the start that you planned to sign the contract, she would've figured it out. "The time frame was his call."

While it did give you time to think it through, surely he had to get things in order, too. Like your new place. God, you couldn't believe you were going to move into his building.

"You could ask him to move up the date? Worst thing he could say is 'no'."

Maybe.

"Yeah," you said, going to sit back down with a huff. "Are you sure you don't mind being in the know of this? And having to keep it under wraps?"

"Are you kidding? It's an honor you asked me," she said, holding her head high with such confidence you had to smile. "I got your back."

"Thanks, Estelle," you said.

She waved her hand dismissively, but had a smile on her face. "Don't mention it."

"Okay. Now enough about me," you smiled. "Tell me about your day."

"Well," she smirked, tilting her head as she paused dramatically. "I may have found a guy for Wendy."

Your eyes lit up, happy you asked. Wendy was another friend of yours who hadn’t dated in awhile. "Tell me everything."

You managed to keep your focus on Estelle as she told you about the gorgeous guy she met in a coffee shop who was just Wendy’s type. You wondered how different things would've been had you and Andy met that way. Would it change your story? Would you be where you were now?

Staring at your phone when Estelle went to use the bathroom, you debated whether or not to text Andy. You just saw him earlier today and he had a business dinner. How desperate would you look asking him to move the contract date up?

"Fuck it," you muttered, snatching the device and quickly typing out a message. Communication was key. Like honesty.

"I don't want to wait a week, but I understand if we have to. I hope your dinner went well."

“BOO!” You nearly dropped your phone when Estelle smacked the couch behind you. "You messaged him, didn't you?"

"Yeah," you giggled, holding your chest to calm your pounding heart. "Told him I didn't want to wait a week, but understood if we had to."

"Hopefully he listens. Well, he will if he wants to get in your pants."

"Stop," you giggled as your phone went off, holding your breath as you read the message.

"I'd rather have dinner with you. And I understand you don’t want to wait, but what was it you said about anticipation?"

Using anticipation against me.

"Fine, Daddy."

The three dots popped up immediately as he typed. "You're teasing me, honey."

"Maybe. I'll see you in a week."

“Looking forward to it, but one more thing I forgot to mention. I’d like a witness for the contract signing.”

"Are you two sexting?" Estelle asked, wiggling her eyebrows.

"No," you smiled.

Just called him 'Daddy'.

"But he's sticking it out for the week," you said, only a little disappointed. He did have to draw up a contract. “And we need a witness for the signing. I’d like it to be you.”

"Ooh. He's making you wait for it," she said, giving you a small smile. "Give me the time and date and I’ll be there."

“Thanks,” you smiled, sending Andy back a message. “Estelle volunteered.”

“Perfect.”

“One more week and he’s yours,” Estelle smiled.

"One more week."

It really was the longest week of your life to wait to see Andy again, but today was the day.

Your heart beat fast as you and Estelle went into the building and went through the motions with the security guard. You half expected Irene to tell you Andy didn’t have an appointment with you as you made your way to the office. It was silly to think he’d back out, but your nerves were getting the better of you. And why?

Because you hadn’t heard from Andy. Not once. You kept looking at the door expectantly during your shifts at the diner, only to be met with disappointment when he didn’t show. You also didn’t want to admit how many times you checked your phone to see if he reached out. The man had more important things to do than visit or text you.

“Cheer up,” Estelle told you in the elevator. You felt bad. You were sulking and you didn’t try to hide it. Part of that scared you because why did it matter that he had gone radio silent?

“You don’t think he changed his mind, do you?”

“No. He’s just a busy man. Get out of your head.”

“I’m trying,” you sighed.

You led Estelle to the office, expecting to see Irene. All you saw was an empty desk. The light above her chair was off, too. The double doors were shut. Maybe it was a sign. This was too good to be true.

Andy was too good to be true.

“There you are,” you heard as the double doors opened.

“Holy shit,” Estelle breathed, almost making you elbow her.

“Andy,” you said, not quite smiling when you caught sight of him. He didn’t have a blazer on and the sleeves of his shirt were rolled up. “I was just-”

“Irene wasn’t feeling well, so I sent her home for the day. Come on in.”

“Can you give us a minute?” You asked your friend, who raised an eyebrow in response.

“Yeah. I’ll be here,” she said, taking a seat. Once Andy's back was turned, she mouthed, "Hot!"

Yeah, he is.

You clutched your bag a little tighter as you walked in, reminding yourself to breathe as Andy shut the door. “We’re still doing this?” You asked, your voice shaky.

“Of course, we are,” he said, pulling out the chair that you sat in a week before. “Why? Are you having second thoughts?”

“No. Truthfully, I thought you changed your mind.”

Andy paused before he took his seat. “I have no reason to back out. I offered and want this. I said I’d take care of you and I’m a man of my word. I’m happy to prove that to you if you don’t believe me,” he said, carefully looking you over as blood rushed to your cheeks. “What made you think I’d change my mind?”

You shook your head. “It’s silly.”

“It isn’t silly to me,” he said, sweeping his gaze over you once again. “You’re stiff, honey, and you’re barely looking me in the eye. What’s going on? What do I need to do to put you at ease?”

You swallowed a little. “It was a long week to think it over and I hadn’t heard from you. Because of that, I wasn’t sure if you maybe decided to change your mind,” you explained, lifting your eyes to meet his. You were met with concern and care. “Silly, right?”

“No, it isn’t,” he assured you, sliding a small packet across the table to give you a chance to look at the top page. It was the contact. He really put it together. “May I explain?”

“Of course,” you whispered.

He surprised you by moving his chair around the table so he was beside you instead of across from you. “First, I’m sorry my silence caused any doubt. That wasn’t my intention. I only wanted to give you time to think things through,” he said, his tone gentle as he tapped the contract with his finger. “Would I have this here if I wanted to change my mind?”

“No, I don’t think,” you said, feeling a bit small.

“Second,” he said, a small smile on his face as he took out his phone. “I was the last one to message you. Maybe I didn’t want to bombard you between work.”

You stared at his phone and realized he was right. The last thing he sent was “Perfect.” regarding Estelle was your witness. You never said anything else. God, you were an idiot.

“So you were waiting to hear back from me?” You tried to tease as his smile widened. It was a handsome look. “Okay. So. I may have let my nerves get the better of me. I’m sorry. I just really want this to work.”

It took a lot for you to say that, but there was no judgment from him as he placed his hand over yours.

“So do I, honey,” he said in a low voice. “For the record, you can message me whenever you want. It won’t bother me.”

“Ditto,” you said before you cringed.

Ditto? Really? So eloquent.

He chuckled as he handed you a pen, leaning in a bit closer and giving you a chance to catch that cologne of his you loved. You’d never be able to smell it again without thinking of him. “As long as you’re okay and ready, would you like to start?”

“Yes, I would,” you smiled, sparing him another glance. “Thank you, Andy.”

He didn’t have to put you at ease. He could’ve easily laughed you off as sounding clingy or desperate, but he soothed your nerves. You shouldn’t have expected anything less from an ex-lawyer and, what you believed to be, a good man.

“Of course,” he said, going to the door to get Estelle. “Come in. It’s nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you, too,” she said, smiling as she shook Andy’s hand. “Heard a lot about you.”

A pange of jealousy settled in your chest when Andy chuckled, making you look away. Estelle was the kind of woman Andy should be with. She belonged in his world. But she wouldn’t do anything. She was a good friend and knew you were at the very least attached to Andy.

I need to get a grip.

You had no idea why the voice in your head was being so cruel to you. First the assumption about Andy backing out and now this. It needed to stop.

“I appreciate you taking the time out of your schedule to be here. I realize there are some stigmas when it comes to contracts, so I want you to know I have her best interest at heart.”

“We’ll see about that, won’t we?” Estelle asked, winking at you as she sat down and squashing those nerves once more.

“I also have an NDA for you to sign,” Andy added as he took a seat again beside you and leveled your friend with a look. “I don’t really care what people say about me if word gets out. It won't make a difference. I won’t, however, have them slander her. So I’m trusting you to protect her.”

Estelle’s eyebrows shot up as did yours. Andy’s reputation meant a lot more than yours, yet it was you he was worried about. “You are so authoritative and bossy. No wonder you're in charge,” she said, grabbing a pen for herself. "I'll sign whatever you put in front of me."

“Okay then,” Andy smiled, tilting the paper so both of you could look together. “Let’s get started.”

Andy carefully read over each section, giving both you and Estelle a chance to object or stop him. Everything discussed was accounted for. The length of the contract, job, living arrangements, expenses, travel, he had it all. No red flags jumped out. Nothing of concern. You saw no reason to object when he stated everything as agreed.

“Any questions?” He asked, like he had after every portion.

“Back to the living arrangements,” Estelle said, pointing her pen at him. “I want to be there when she moves in.”

“You do?” You questioned with a look. “You hate moving.”

“Oh, I don’t plan on doing any of the heavy lifting,” she teased. She usually paid people for that. “But I insist on seeing your building and where she’s going to live. I may ask to see your place, too.”

His place? Why?

Andy appeared surprised by the request as well. “My place? Is that necessary?”

“If you plan on having her there, yes. I want to make sure it’s safe. I get that she’s your sugar baby once she signs the dotted line, but she’s my best friend. She was before she met you and she will be once this contract ends. You want to protect her? So do I.”

Andy hummed thoughtfully. “What do you think?” he asked you.

You would feel more comfortable with someone you trusted there. Not that you didn't trust Andy, but the situation wasn't normal and you understood Estelle’s insistence. Still, seeing his place? Was she being a bit nosy? Was she curious about the man?

She's looking out for me.

“I think that’s fine, all things considered,” you replied.

“Okay. You’ll be there when she moves in and you’re welcome to see my place,” Andy agreed.

“With me there,” you added. She had no reason to see Andy’s place all by herself.

“Duh,” Estelle smiled with a wave of her hand. “Proceed.”

Minutes later, Andy finished and signed the document when you didn't raise any concerns. He slid the last page in your direction and your hand trembled a bit as you went to sign. You caught a look of worry on Estelle’s face when you hesitated. You were so close.

“Honey?” Andy asked so softly you almost missed it.

“I said I’d take care of you and I’m a man of my word.”

With an exhale, you signed your name. This was it. For the next nine months, you’d belong to Andy. Well, in some ways.

Andy’s smile warmed your heart as he passed the sheet to Estelle. Her smile was bright enough to light up the room as she signed. She was thrilled for you.

And you allowed yourself to feel happy, too.

“You’re officially a sugar baby!” Estelle said, quickly signing the NDA as you and Andy exchanged a look. You wished you knew what he was thinking. “We need to celebrate.”

Andy cleared his throat. “Actually, I was kind of hoping I could steal her away for a bit after I make her a copy of this.”

“You were?” You and Estelle asked in unison.

“Yeah,” he smiled as he got to his feet. He practically towered over you where you sat. “I want to take you to the diner myself so you can turn in your notice. What do you say?”

You smiled as Estelle clapped her hands together. “Let’s go.”

After that, you could celebrate the next chapter in your life.

It's official! Here we go! Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

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[sleeping-sirens]

hey nimi, i hope you’re well! i really loved the drabble you did “morning with haechan” and i was wondering if you could write a scenario with mark maybe teaching f reader how to speak korean + every time she gets it correct, he’ll reward her with a kiss or smth (i like to think mark would actually be really affectionate to his partner) 🥹 thank you <3 this was inspired by mark helping jaemin speak english, it was such a sweet scene, here’s the link: https://twitter.com/markclty/status/1640862192810569728?s=46&t=Tq9aSdZbZ4voR3kbqgerrw

가르쳐 줘 (teach me) 𖤐 lee mark

pairing : idol mark x f reader.

genre : lots of fluffffffff, domestic, established relationship.

summary : what the request said, and i also was inspired by his moment with jungwoo in their relay cam where each had to come up with a word that starts with what the previous word that’s been said ended with (idk if i explained that right but you can watch it here if you still haven’t 🥹).

word count : 2810 words.

warnings : mark whispering that’s my girl this is a huge warning😵‍💫 and maybe suggestive towards the end? other than that everything is just so cute and wholesome 😭🥹🫶🏼

a/n : hey anon! i hope you enjoyed this! sorry it took too long i was just trying to organize my thoughts as my brain is just rotting with heachan 😵‍💫 but i wanted to prioritize your request before i can proceed with writing my haechan thoughts down haha 😋 also i wanted to thank you for reading and enjoying my morning with haechan drabble that’s so sweet from you!!🫶🏼🥹 and i would be EXTREMELY happy if you could tell me what you think of this through an ask😭 i’d love to hear your opinion as i already did a request before this one and i’ve never gotten any feedback so i was a bit sad :(( anywayssss without further ado, please enjoy!!💘💞💕💖💗💓

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buy me a coffee🥹🫶🏼

the kitchen was quiet again after you turned off the water boiler. with the tea bags already tucked inside the two mugs on the counter, you poured the hot water and watched as it quickly changed its color, from clear to deep red. the steam created small clouds that kept disappearing into the air as you took your mug in both hands to warm your palms before placing it on a platter, followed by your boyfriend’s.

the gloomy weather outside made you feel calm and collected, and your body moved smoothly around the kitchen as you tried to cut some pieces of cake, along some strawberries and bananas for you and your boyfriend to munch on while chilling in the living room. it was a sunday, a rare day for mark to have some rest and just relax at home and you were so happy that you guys were going to spend some time together after ages of him being busy.

from the small distance separating the kitchen and the living room, you could hear him talking on the phone. you heard him say 엄마 (eomma) a few times, and you could easily understand that he was talking to his mother on the phone. other than that, you were quite clueless about what he was saying.

sometimes you’d feel so left out of his life, you wanted to be part of everything that made him be the person that he was today. mark never once made you feel a difference because of the language barrier, you guys communicate easily in english but sometimes you just wish you could understand more than just a few words of his mother tongue.

you bit your lip slightly as you gazed at him from your standing position in the kitchen. his voice was smooth, almost dripping with warm honey, the words sounding more gruff and slurred than usual, which signaled that he was indeed relaxed but also very tired that just one day of rest won’t be enough to make it up for all the work load that’s been on his shoulders.

your eyes softened on him, your tea long forgotten as you just relished in the sound of his small and sweet voice. he looked so cute curled up in the far side of the couch, head lying in the arm rest as his fingers raked mindlessly through his disheveled blue strands of hair.

his eyes would close for longer seconds and sometimes he would just opt for humming an answer instead of taking the time to formulate a coherent one. your heart swelled as you looked at him.

“my baby…” you sighed under your breath.

your gaze was lingering on him too long he felt it burning on his skin, which made him throw a look up in your direction. his tongue poked the corner of his mouth while a smile bloomed on his lips, his eyebrows jumped up his forehead into a questioning look, asking you if you were okay with a tilt of his face but you just smiled at him, shaking your head.

“tell her i said hi,” you whispered to him and he nodded in response, quickly translating your phrase into korean.

you were fascinated to say the least, you’ve always been. the way mark quickly switched from english to korean, or sometimes mixing both the languages in one phrase was effortlessly attractive to you.

at first you tried to learn the language secretly from him, thinking about surprising him with it in the future, but as you went on, your hopes have diminished as it got harder with every grammar lesson, and not to start talking about the vocabulary… mark knew that you started learning korean and everyday he would be so proud to be with someone like you, to be loved by someone like you.

the fact that you decided to sacrifice some time out of your day to learn the language that he grew up with, the language that linked him with his family and his roots, the language in which mark felt home made him fall even deeper in love with you. and he was always so happy to help you with it.

“i’ll never be enough for you,” you sniffled, letting go of the pencil you had between your fingers before hugging your knees closer to your chest.

when mark saw the effort you were making in learning his mother tongue, his heart swelled and grew larger inside his chest, that he wanted to physically grab it and put it back in its place.

“sweetheart, why haven’t you told me?” he scooted closer to your body that was sitting on the floor, pushing your notebook and pencil case aside and engulfing you in a warm embrace. “i could teach you,” his fingers gently rubbed your arm in a comforting manner. he made you feel so loved with just small and tender touches.

“you would?” you whispered, finally looking up at him.

mark wiped your tears with the back of his index finger, a love foolish smile illuminating his face. “of course i would. let me see your notebook, we’ll start with the basics.”

that was the conversation you guys had a few weeks ago and since then, mark has never stopped taking some time to help you learn the language little by little.

when the call with his mother ended, you grabbed the platter with the tea mugs, cake and cut up fruits and went to sit next to him on the couch.

“how’s your family?” you asked as you handed his tea mug over to him.

“thanks babe,” mark sat up straight and quickly took the cup from your hands, giving you a quick peck on the lips as a thank you before he answered your question. “they’re doing good, they’re on a vacation in gangwon right now.” he talked before taking a sip.

“really? it’s cold right now to be in a beach area,” you wondered, plopping a strawberry inside your mouth.

“exactly,” mark swallowed his cake bite, “their plan was to see the snow on the beach.” his eyes traveled up to give you an encouraging look, the words being something you knew the translation to them in korean.

you quickly understood your assignment. “해변에 눈 (haebyeon-ae noon),” you smiled as you answered confidently.

“good job, babe,” he scrunched his nose at you, following it by a bright smile. “let’s see if you can translate another word, how about that?”

“mark, this is supposed to be your rest day,” you laughed, leaning on his shoulder.

“i am resting,” he reassured, his hand reaching out to secure your head on his shoulder when you wanted to pull away from his body. this little action was enough to send your heart into a frenzy of heartbeats and butterflies.

“mmm,” mark hummed, the vibrations of his voice spreading throughout your body and making you feel at ease. “if you could tell me what we’re doing right now, in korean, i’ll reward you with something.”

“what would that be?” you asked, wittingly.

“the reward?”

you hummed as a yes.

“i’ll let you know when you give an answer, and it needs to be right.”

“mark,” you whined. “that’s unfair!”

“how would that be unfair babe,” mark laughed, his body rocking along yours. “i know you can do it, come on.”

“uhmm, right now we are…” you started thinking, the words coming inside your brain in english first. “drinking tea?”

“yes…in korean?” mark encouraged you to continue.

“지금…“

”ooooohhhhh,” mark reacted too quickly, rubbing your arm and tapping on it encouragingly, already being impressed by you translating one of the most basic words in korean. you were so proud and so happy that he easily made you feel so confident.

“차를 마셔요 (cha-reul masheoyeo)” you articulated slowly, still very much unsure of your translation skills.

“very good baby,” mark pecked your temple. “but what did we learn about actions that are currently happening in time? right now it’s like you said “we drink tea” but there’s a specific way to say “we’re drinking tea”, you remember?”

you hummed in question again. “마시고 있어요 (mashigo isseoyeo)?”

“very good job baby!” mark ruffled your hair and engulfed you in a big hug, pressing your face in his chest. he was very happy and excited that you got it right.

you were happy as well and you started giggling out of nowhere. “let’s do something else.”

“oooohhhh we’re confident now, are we?” he joked which made you slap his chest gently.

“you told me there was a reward, so i’m all in or nothing.”

“okay,” mark chuckled, scratching his chin. “how would you say that the weather is cold outside and you just wanna chill with your talented and handsome boyfriend?”

“that’s intermediate level mark, i’m still a beginner.”

“come on babe, i know you can do it.” he made you pull away from his chest and positioned you to be sitting in front of him on the couch. he stretched his legs in a way that you would be sitting between them before he wrapped them behind your back and pulled you closer to his body.

the heat raised to your ear at his swift movement and the proximity of his body made your heart beat like crazy. mark’s hands reached for your thighs and spread them so he could be positioned in the middle of them as well, before helping you wrap them around his waist.

inside your head, you just tried to control your breathing. your brain felt mushy, thoughts evaporating while your ears buzzed with exhilaration. your pupils dilated as you fixated mark’s face, your gaze zeroing on the mole on his face to avoid looking directly into his eyes.

“babe?” he tapped on your cheek and chuckled when he saw your flustered state. “you’re zoning out, there’s a reward remember?”

“yeah…yes! the reward,” you laughed nervously, wondering what the reward would be. you were already trembling and your heart was palpitating with mark’s face being so close to yours, you could feel his breath fanning over your skin.

“okay, let’s start with translating “the weather is cold outside” first, then we’ll go from there.” he guided you.

you nodded, clearing your throat. mark’s hands rubbed your knees, massaging all over the area to help you relax and concentrate but you were failing miserably as the only thing you could think of was how he was touching you.

you felt so bad ruining such a wholesome moment with your intrusive thoughts but you were just so in love with mark that every little touch still made you feel all giddy.

you bit your lip, inhaling deeply from your nose.

“don’t be nervous,” mark whispered, nodding his head to encourage you to speak.

“추워 (chuweo)…”

“come on babe, give me a full sentence.” he smiled but you just couldn’t get your brain to function properly, you could neither return the smile nor think of what to say. “what did we say about the weather? you learned this word not long ago.”

“i know it starts with an “N”…” you mumbled, your eyes looking everywhere.

“right!” he exclaimed, leaning in to give you a small kiss on the cheek. “here’s a small reward for remembering the start of the word.”

your heart was going to burst out of your chest at how kind and patient mark was with you. and you tried so hard to get the sentence right so you could see his proud smile blooming on his face again.

“날씨가 추워요 (nalssi-ga chuwoyeo)-“you stopped before he could react, “mark i don’t know how to say outside in korean,” you pouted, looking down at your fiddling fingers.

“it’s okay baby, you’re doing so good already.” he ruffled your hair again before noticing your fiddling fingers. he placed his palms on your hand in a calming manner. “in korean it’s okay to drop the word outside in a sentence, just saying the weather is cold (날씨가 추워요) is enough. but in case you want to use it in a sentence in the future, outside is 밖 (bakk). if you want to use it, you need to pair it with 에 (e) or 은 (eun), depends on the sentence.”

you listened carefully to his explanation, while playing with his fingers instead of fiddling with yours.

“so the full sentence would be 밖은 날씨가 추워요 (bakk-eun nalssoga chuwoyeo)?”

“exactly! good job baby,” mark clapped as he saw the relieved smile appear on your face. “now for the second part of the sentence.”

“what was it again? the second sentence?” you sheepishly asked, laughing nervously.

mark raised his eyebrow at you, a poor attempt at flirting with you and you laughed so hard at that. he started leaning closer to you, with his eyebrow still raised. you tried to stop him from getting closer by putting your hands on his shoulders, both of you laughing so hard at each other.

“mark what are you doing?” you asked through the fit of laughter that was going on between you. mark bit his lip, exaggerating his flirtatious action.

“maaaark,” you whined. “stop!” your stomach hurt from how hard you were laughing and he was laughing just as hard as you.

“okay okay,” he surrendered, raising his hands in defeat. “the sentence was “i just want to chill with my talented and handsome boyfriend” now come on.”

“is talented and handsome mandatory?” you laughed, rolling your eyes jokingly.

“of course! if you want to learn korean, you need to know the right words to compliment me with,” he tilted his head to the side, his long fringe draping over his round eyes, “or nah?” he whispered the last word, his voice going an octave deeper.

you cleared your throat. “right, of course, but i only know handsome in korean.”

“mmhm,” mark hummed, squinting his eyes. “that’s not bad already. you know what, skip talented, let’s leave it for a later session, how about that?”

you laughed at his attempts at flirting with you. he was just so cute and so effortlessly attractive with just acting boyish and love foolish. and you loved him just the way he was. you loved his nervousness and you loved the way he would stumble upon his own words sometimes. but most of all, you loved how he always made sure to show you how much he loved you and how much you meant to him. with his encouragement and kind words always warming your heart, you were certain that your heart was in good hands.

you loved him openly and without any restraints. never once being afraid of him breaking your heart. and you promised to be just as good with him as he was with you.

without realizing it, you leaned closer to his cheek where you placed a soft kiss on his skin. and he gave you a questioning look. “thank you for being patient with me mark.”

he smiled as a response. “of course babe.” he rubbed your hand with his thumb before nudging you to continue your assignment.

“okay, so… we said 밖은 날씨가 추워요, now we’re gonna say…잘 생긴 남자 친구와 (jalsaeng-in namjachingu-wa) chill…how do we say chill in korean?”

“just go with chill, that’s alright.” mark smiled.

“okay,” you nodded. “잘 생긴 남자 친구와 chill하고 싶어요 (jalsaeng-in namjachingu-wa chill-hago sipeoyo).”

“perfect!” mark smiled so bright, squeezing your cheeks between his palms until your lips pouted. “that’s my girl,” he whispered before leaning closer to you and kissing you softly on the lips.

your breath hitched inside your throat, and mark noticed it and tried to calm you down and help you get into the kiss by playing with the hair on your nape. he smiled into your lips when you started kissing him back, sneaking your hands around his waist. eagerly, mark brushed his hands down your back before clutching on your thighs and helping you sit on his lap, without breaking the kiss.

“you did so good today you deserve to be kissed until you lose your breath.” mark whispered, his soft breath numbing your puffy lips, making them feel tingly and itching for another kiss.

“is that my reward?” you breathlessly asked, wrapping your arms around his neck, your nose brushing over his.

“you don’t like it?” he looked up at you with hooded eyes. he looked worried, and you played with his neck to show him just how much you loved to be kissed by him.

“i love it!” you breathed out, finally crashing your lips on his, making him emit a low hum from his throat.

did someone say you prepared some cut up fruits for the both of you to enjoy on his rest day? those didn’t even compare to the plenty of kisses you guys were going to give each other.

[ssickabit]

Dunno if you’re a caratstay like me but…. Just IMAGINE a bangchan x seungcheol threesome🥵🥵 ugh my two fav leaders EVER! also my biases from their respective groups!🥰 bangchan and coups BEST LEADERS!!! >.< 🥺😖😢💕💓💗💖💘💞💕💘💖💗💖

but goodness that’d be SO intense. im usually a soft stan but sometimes all I want is for two sexy, masculine, muscular, virile men like them to RAVISH my fragile holes and devour the hell out of me until i reach transcendental states and I can’t walk the next day 🥺 and then they carry me around like a bride and tell me that im such a good girl to them 🥺

imagine that bangchan is your sweet, wholesome husband. and single dad!seungcheol as his lovely best friend. seungcheol has always had a lowkey crush on you since chan introduced you to him. and he was a little sad that channie found u first. but he always remained happy for the two of you even after marriage. he never wants to start drama, come across as creepy, or interfere with anyone’s happiness. one day, seungcheol finally has the guts to tell him this and bangchan smiles, appreciating his honesty. the conversation goes on for a while. eventually, it turns rated r and that’s when bangchan has a lightbulb moment - a threesome!!!!

once you come home after a long day of shopping with ur besties (and using chan’s credit card to buy everything😉), he talks to you about the visit seungcheol made earlier that day and everything that went down. he asks about the possibility of a threesome. hearing such raunchy words exit his mouth gives u the goosebumps. you respect seungcheol and would trust him to have safe, loving sex with u and chan. and u are completely down for it…

cheol visits your guys’ house every few days and takes things slowly. chan and cheol want to make sure that you’re safe and don’t get hurt 🥺 massaging your body with almond oil and kissing you all over…and then experimenting with fingering, toys, and oral on you, and eventually getting rougher as time goes by 🤭

you love the feeling of two hot dilfs treating you like a princess and tell you that you’re such an amazing, obedient little angel for being able to take two cocks at the same time 🥰 cheol in your mouth and chan in your pussy. two wholesome dilfs who transform into ravenous beasts whenever they’re in bed with you….always wearing pretty pink lingerie that makes you seem innocent…yet not so innocent…..you’re a delectable little sweetheart to them. they’d worship your body like a goddess and revere you like there’s no tomorrow…

and sometimes they say things like “i guess our princess can’t decide whose cock she likes better. what a sweet little cockslut” or “our cute angel has become such a nymphomaniac for her two daddies huh?”

constantly inundating you with intense orgasms and pleasure from all directions 🥰 and WHEW just the sight of the three of their sweaty naked sexy bodies makes me so .... 🥵

And then the aftercare😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫them turning all soft and nurturing again😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫telling u that you did so well and then massaging ur body and taking care of u the next day cuz they KNOW you’re gonna be sore

I am actually a caratstay and I am very much devastated by this ask because BESTIE???

*clears throat* I think we reached the point where me, a fellow writer, can’t even write any single thoughts because this is just TOO MUCH (/pos). So here’s some of my thoughts you might wanna read because I am just full of ~horny thoughts~ where Bangchan gives you some time alone to explore yourself with Seungcheol (without intention of crossing the boundaries) :

Bangchan is mostly a soft dom, that’s very true, but when it comes to Seungcheol A means A and B means B. Bangchan still gives you the space to be a brat and just taming you in the softest way possible, but Seungcheol? Do it as he says or you won’t get what you want. Pretty strict with his rules which is also agreed by you and full of your consent of course. This makes you thrilled in some way *evil laugh*

Touching you with delicacy is what Bangchan always does but with Seungcheol he will shove your head on the bed, back’s arching to him as he is thrusting his hip from the back. Even if the pace is kinda rough, Seungcheol is still considering the gentleness in his moves (yeah talk about that to the bruises in your hips lololol)

Lots dirty talk and degrading is what Seungcheol loves. This is quite the opposite of Bangchan—which he is just really love praising—and he likes it when you talk back, it makes something inside of him very excited. “Yeah? Look now who’s aching for my cock” “you dirty slut, say it. Say my name” while exactly pounding into without mercy.

Sometimes he is just making Chan’s ego in the edge of the downfall because look at him. Very cocky and shit. “Look, Chan, look at how pathetic she is” and a lot of smirks when he watches you and Chan fucking each other.

He is kind of hesitant about aftercare at first because this is out of his capabilities right? But his leader self is saying the otherwise. He will give you water and let you pee, then he will run you a bath. He brushes your hair of course! He won’t leave any marks on you besides the one at your hips because of his hands—he does that to respect Bangchan. Or, the marks on your neck because of his fingers when he is fucking your throat with his cock. Or on your buttcheeks because he can’t help but spank you. But he will be glad to see how you marked his body *wink*

[thegamingcatmom]

Good evening, lovely Cat Mom! 👋🏻😸💖

I hope that this message finds you well.. aka feeling wonderfully insane, feeding the delightful dark things in your mind, and continuing to fuel your obsession with our favourite undead Mommy! ����💞

I felt it necessary that this particular part of your reply to one of my asks deserves its own little response from me because [ *sounds of lesbian feral screaming into her pillow* ] 😩😻

(Tbh I´ve been itching to use the term "mate" for our poor little Drama Queen for a while now because it´s got such a feral feeling to it and it tells us quite a bit about Momma´s inner workings because mate is basically the equivalent to mine mine mine now and forever and there´s probs lots of biting going on and mating dance and courting and chasing is foreplay and also brrrrrrrrrr and 🥵)

As a lover of A/B/O fiction and primal kink stuff.. this sort of thing drives me crazy! It makes me vibrate with need! 🥴😵‍💫 Therefore, I am obviously eternally grateful for you seeing reader as Momma’s mate, and viewing Ellie as an alpha, and including those descriptors in your writing.

As soon as there is any sort of mention of things such as: being someone’s mate, being owned, the alpha / omega dynamic, predator / prey roles, foreplay in the form of being chased / hunted, being marked or bitten as a form of visible ownership, claiming / being claimed, mating, and breeding.. I am done for! 🥵😮‍💨

RIP me.. in the best possible way! 😻💘

Also, this little snippet from your reply to someone else’s ask:

“..clearly you approve of her display of strength, of showing who’s at the top of the food chain - an apex predator, an alpha-“

Upon reading that line alone:

I am feeling rather insane over Momma’s mating dance, as her showing off her alpha prowess and proving herself to be more than a worthy mate for reader involving her slaughtering those who she sees as possible competition ( aka absolutely anyone! ) in front of you to impress you, and leaving absolute carnage and utter chaos in her wake in her attempts to court you, is just so.. afshdkfkehshdkhddhaaaaaagh! 🤤

Where do I sign up for an unhinged woman to treat me this way? SIGN ME UP! 🖊️🙏🏻

AIGHT YALL please do line up right here-

*gestures losely to the hole that´s opened up*

- for a one-way ticket to hell.

But be warned because it´s swarmed with unhinged, murderous, demonic women lusting after your flesh and blood and other bodily fluids and limbs might get sent flying absolutely everywhere SO strong is their desire, their instinct to climb inside your body so that you can be one now and forever because they need to be with you every second every step like a leech and eternity can be rather long lemme tell ya so it is strongly advised to proceed with caution and take a moment to think very carefully about-

...alright then.

(Yall thirsty af, shame on you.)

But where are my manners?!

HELLAW lovely ghost aka was Mommy! 🥰💕

Your messages are always so fucking sweet and thoughtful I- 🥺💗🥺💗🥺💗🥺

ALSO, reading through your ask made me realize how utterly delicious deranged!Maggot Momma sounds even thought that´s literally my view of her so I SHOULD know how it sounds but seeing someone else wrapping it all up so nicely and with these words (alpha prowess made me melt) is just another thing entirely and makes me feel things. 🥵🥵🥵🥵

(Also, I feel it necessary to point out that my brain is a fountain of insanity and it doesn´t look like it´s gonna be exhausted anytime soon.)

And AOSFNASLNÖSAGANK primal!Momma is delicious ain´t she?? And just thinking about anything involving A/B/O universe with Maggot Momma is- I-

IDEAS THOUGHTS FEELS-

OKAY LISTEN,

I think it´s become quite clear by now that I, indeed, view Momma as the alpha, the leader of the pack (of Undeads). There´s this certain dynamic going on between her and the other Deadites/demons and it´s very likely I´m going to delve deeper into that in the future because pack dynamics (especially of the demonic kind) are just a special kind of 🥵

My recent work is a pretty good example of what we can expect of Momma & The Pack in the future and how she deals with things like insubordination.

...Insubordination concerning that bunch of misfits of course. Not her perfect Drama Queen because her mate can do no wrong because they´re perfect and if yall ever dare even implying such a thing then Momma´s personally gonna drag your ass to hell where you can rot for all eternity.

But yeah, it´s basically Maggot Momma constantly feeling this need to prove herself and gallavant about - showing everyone that alpha prowess - because not only does it secure her place as the top dog but (she thinks) it also lets her have allll the puss-

I mean-

As with all (or most) animals, the only things that matter when it comes to laying claim to a female are strength and size. And Momma´s got both.

[jayflrt]

NAURRR I GAVE IN AND READ THE LAST CHAPTER AND I HAVE SO MUCH TO SAY BUT I HAVE NOTHING TO SAY AS WELL!?!/)!(? man ... first of all heeseung will be the main cause of ryujin getting grey hairs mark my words and secondly HOON!?!? the way hes not even mad at all...ig thats what happens when youre pussy drunk and win a macbook

beside the fact that his dick became a glowstick, the smut 🙈 ,,,you have a way with words fren lemme tell you that and I've been in total hoon brainrot since he dyed his hair silver (jayke look away) so this really is IT for me ‼‼ gonna miss this au sm but i mean it's still here so i will be coming back to read each part whenever im in my feels for this au yepp but great job on it!! i have told you that you have a really questionable humour before but luckily i laugh at anything and everything so yk im gonna be over here laughing the most at all the things you put out <33

AHHH CHEY 😭🥰💖 thank you sm for reading !!!! you made it to the end of nnn >:)) first of all i’m sorry for getting to this a little late i’ve been having a whirlwind of a weekend HAHAH BUT NOOO YOU READ THE LAST CHAPTER it’s okay we can preserve it in our hearts ♡ omg ryujin is so tired of them like i made her more involved with enha hyung line in sunghoon’s installemnt and thus: she is more Tired 😪 LMFAOJD HOONS VERY CHILL i appreciate a man who just goes with the flow even if he gets hospitalized 🤩

LOLL i’m glad you liked the little smut part :’)) and SAME silver hoon has such a strong hold over me i’m a mess 🤧💗 PLS i’m so honored you would reread it :((( it was meant to be a very chill and short and lighthearted kind of smau so i was like 😵‍💫😵‍💫 when it actually got a lot of outreach(??) and ppl liked it a lot??:!: but i’m very very grateful 💞💕💘💗💓💖💝 LMFAOO NOT MY QUESTIONABLE HUMOR 😭😭 yk i cant even argue there but i’m just glad i’m able to make you laugh 🥰

[mosviqu]

ITS AMAZING IT DEFINITELY BECAME MY FAV ALBUM FROM THEM!!!! SO I HOPE U WILL ENJOY IT WHEN U LISTEN TO IT ONCE!!!!🥳🥳

i would be devastated if he stopped thats for sure but i think he said before that he still enjoys streaming very much so he definitely isn't planning on stopping in the near future 🥳we shall fear not🥳🥳🥳

IT DOES LOOK AMAZING i'm praying so hard that nothing will ruin this they have to have good music with this concept🫡

ERIC WENT OFF WITH THAT SO I SHOULD HAVE FIGURED THAT U MEANT THAT PART😵‍💫IT GOT ME QUAKING WHEN I FIRST LISTENED TO IT SO I FULL ON UNDERSTAND🤭 i laughed so hard at what u wrote about sunwoo i feel that on another level🫡 OOOO🥳🥳🥳I HOPE U LIKE IT AND THAT YOUNGHOON IS GREAT IN IT!!!🥳🥳

oooo☹️☹️☹️ i hope u will feel better soon!!!!☹️☹️☹️☹️ and do not worry about replying late/replying on rrxnjun it's fine ur mental health is more important!!!!💕💕💖

OOO I HOPE IT WORKS OUT OH MY!!! WAITING FOR UR FREAK OUT MANIFESTING IT FOR U ACTUALLY!!!!!!!! (LIEBESTRAUM ANON SENDING U ALL THE LOVE AND SUPPORT!!!🥳🥳💗🩷🩷)

(btw i cant believe ur post about intak is the way i found out he has a gf and that's why his club video was released oh my lord💀)

I ENTERED PIWON BRAINROT TODAY SO I WILL LISTEN TO IT TONIGHT AND GIVE YOU (AND MOST LIKELY EVERYONE) MY THOUGHTS AHAHA

literally also i was watching the vid and one of the guys had a very nice talking voice but. i literally do not know who it was so LMAO😭😭 only a few more days and the debut is here 🤞

bro....whatever they fed eric before he spit out that verse.... they should do it more often i feel like im levitating whenever i hear that part like you dont get it i GASPED. also we dont talk about sunwoo every time a tbz member catches my eye its him i refuse to talk abt it. younghoon was great in it!! the actual drama was shit and i wouldve dropped it after ep 1 if i wasnt in park jihoon the soloist/actor brainrot LMAO (he was the main cast and his character made me cringe approx every 4 seconds)) but the last few eps were good 😭😭 but younghoon had a very charming character and the acting was decent no bad word here

thank u for understanding! 🥺

THANK U THANK U we gotta meet when (and if) im in budapest (im half joking half serious) AHAHA. im gonna ask for ur number in case we get lost and nobody wants to speak english w us /j

BRO I DIDNT KNOW EITHER I FOUND OUT ONLY TODAY AHAHAHA i knew abt the club thing bc ppl joked that it was dry as fuck (correct) but then i saw something abt the girlfriend on tiktok and i was like wait what 😭 so i looked it up on twitter and i was like oh lord. anyways good for him apparently she's a model and super pretty so i am glad my man is getting his d sucked like he deserves ❤

[magica-est-in-aerem]

My favorite emojis (and ones that keep disappearing from my phone as of late)

In no particular order:

🩷 (My fav color, and shade)

🩵 (very pretty light blue)

🩶 (love the grey heart, good for dying love analogy)

🤭 (I love gossip)

🫥 (I have social anxiety, v good for analogies)

🫢 (refers to the hand over mouth meme) ((😲🫢))

🤫 (I am a gossip and sneaky)

🤐 (keep quiet about my sneaky)

🥴 (I like to be goofy sometimes)

🥹 (I am sensitive)

🥲 (sometimes for irony, sometimes unironically)

😶‍🌫️ (re: I am sneaky)

🫠 (sometimes, you feel like melting)

🫡 (sarcastic 'sir-yes-sir')

🥸 (re: re: I am sneaky)

🫨 (I am shookith)

😵‍💫 (re: I am shookith)

😮‍💨 (frustrating)

💙 (I like the blue heart, means no hetro)

🤔 (after the end of every question) ((yes it makes the gc annoyed))

🤗 (happy for someone else)

🥱 (Tired)

😪 (Sleepy)

🤤 (Hungry)

🤨 (when you have no idea how to respond, but what to show what you're feeling)

🧐 (re: 4x I am sneaky, and follow with: I am lurking)

🤯 (Mind Blown)

😲 (re: I am shookith, also the meme from earlier) ((😲🫢))

😵 (re: 4x I am shookith, sometimes the amount of shookith differs)

❤️‍🩹 (my heart gets sad sometimes)

❤️‍🔥 (my heart gets ANGRY sometimes) ((I know that's not what it means, but that's what I choose to use it as))

❣️ (sometimes, you be bleeding love)

💞 (this is one of my fav emojis unironically)

💗 (I use this emoji all the time)

💖 (how to show my love is sparkling today)

💕 (my second favorite emoji of all time)

🌈 (obvs)

✨ (I like sparkling)

🦊 (re: 5x I am sneaky, also I think foxes are cool)

🫏 (donkey kick, need I say more? 🤔)

🦫 (ppl say I look like a beaver 😭) ((I stand by it))

🦦 (my family likes otters, so I text one to them sometimes)

🪽 (wings, idk I just use em sometimes)

🪶 (1 killigram of steel vs 1 killigram of feathers) ((iykyk))

🐦 (I have birds, I use this emoji to refer to them)

🐦‍⬛ (fun funky little guy)

🦤 (reminds me of ice age, top ten funniest birds to quote from the movie) ((the LaSt MeLoN))

🦢 (to express how enraged I am feeling in the moment)

🦩(pretty pink bird)

🦭 (I love seals, my great grandma always wore a seal necklace that my mom now has, v pretty)

🪼 (I like jellyfish)

🪸 (coral is pretty to look at, I like the emoji)

🐞 (I like ladybugs, I am also a lady, and I like to bug, hence: the ladybug)

🍓 (I love strawberries, my favorite fruit)

🍒 (I hate cherries, one of my least favorite fruits)

🍎 (my nickname)

🫐 (my mom's favorite fruit, I use this emoji to ask if she wants any)

🫚 (I use ginger root to make ginger limeade, so I will text this as a last minute addition to the groceries list)

🫘 (me and the boys at 2am looking for BEANS) ((iykyk))

🍔 (I like burgers)

🧀 (even though I am lactose intolerant, I will NEVER give up on cheese)

🍟 (re: I like burgers) ((you can't have a burger without fries))

🌮 (I like tacos)

🌯 (I like burritos, one of my favorite foods)

🍰 (I like strawberry cake, one of my favorite cake flavors)

🍯 (I like honey, add it to my beverages)

🧋 (I like boba tea)

🫙 (I like jars)

🫗 (sometimes, in outta juice) ((literally and metaphorically))

🧭 (I, too, own a compus unironically)

🎉 (I like to celebrate)

🎊 (re: I like to celebrate)

🎀 (re: re: I like to celebrate, also I like bows)

🪩 (I like disco music, if I wasn't so bad at roller skating I would go to a roller rink all the time in 70's attire and live out my fantasies, but alas)

🕯️(I like candles)

💄 ( I like makeup, not just on myself, other girls too) ((I am a lesbian, if that wasn't obvious))

👠 (I like heels, not just on myself, others too) ((re: I am a lesbian))

👛 (I have a small pink change purse just like this one irl)

💌 (reminds me of a love letter, I like this emoji)

💋 (I love lipstick print everything, tattoos, pattern, everything) ((re: re: I am a lesbian))

🏳️‍⚧️ (trans rights are human rights, duh)

🏳️‍🌈 (obvs)

That's the end of my emoji tour. Hope you enjoyed. 😘

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[r1ddlessy]

Yeah I’m not sure how that happened, but tumblr dot com is a strange place. Also, my internet is absolute shit, so maybe that’s the culprit 😅 I’m SO glad you liked it!! I shall be patiently waiting 😌 No yeah, I’ve genuinely never met anyone that like fully likes The Odyssey. My grandma is an avid reader, like she will read anything she can get her hands on, and she couldn’t handle it. Bored her to tears lmaooo. DOMINANT KLITZY FOR THE WIN!!!!!! You don’t even KNOW how excited I am!! I did my best to give you options on which way to take it, just in case dominant klitzy wasn’t the move 🤭🤭 I hope you’re having a good day btw, hon!!! 💖💓💗💞💕

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before i forget to say it the answer to the riddle was that the man had hiccups so go you!!! it's my favourite riddle to ask people💘 i just finished writing an edward smut (if you wanna check it out heheh 😚) so im so fucking excited to get on to the klitzy one...i don't think anyone on this blog is ready for what im planning tbh.😵‍💫 it's gonna be a lot. and I've been having a great day TYSM!! what about you???