#anyway thank you anon this was fun i hope you like it

[wonwoosthetic]

Hi Maddie! Hope you are also keeping happy and healthy! Not sure how caught up you are on this week's going seventeen special, but I watched 'I want to see you do this' and totally thought that DK could have written that wish for Wonwoo in your Minnie fic. I imagine that instead of Hoshi, Minnie gets it, and chaos ensues even before they play that hat game. Her wish is maybe for someone to go to a ballet class or an aerial yoga class with her? Anyway, this isn't a request for you to write, I just wanted to let you know that I'm sometimes thinking of this imaginary world when I watch seventeen content now too. Take care! -boo's pld anon

HIIIII☺️ I know writing this took quite some time, I‘m so sorry!!!!🫶🏼🥺 I truly wasn’t very well caught up with GoSe sadly but let me just tell you: you sometimes thinking about my little fictional world on here when you watch Going Seventeen means so freaking much to me!!! Like… I can’t even believe it😭😭😭 you actually think about this?!?!? That’s insane and a massive compliment!!!!!

I absolutely loved this request and I had a lot of fun writing it, I hope you enjoy it!!!🫶🏼🤍Thank you again for being such a wonderful reader and anon and I can’t even put into words how much it means to me how emerged you are in this story🥺🥺🥺

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word count – 5k

pairing – minnie x svt

[GOING SEVENTEEN SPECIAL] ETC: I Want To See You Do This 🌷 Minnie

'I Want To See You Do This' was the title of the next game the group would play in the long list of what Minnie liked to call 'random games we once mentioned or kinda played and now get to do again'. She was sitting between Dino and Joshua when Minghao introduced the start of the video as he would be the MC for that game.

After a bracket of the idol group had their short jittery moment, the '97 Liner got to finally present the rules of what was to follow.

"You just need to write down something you don't want to do, but you want someone else to do," Minghao explained. "And then we're going to sit here," he pointed to the open space right in front of the couches they were occupying, "and play the hat game."

Minnie smirked to herself before she even opened her mouth to speak. "So like sending Mingyu skydiving?" Earning her a gentle elbow to her side by the '95 Liner to her left and a snarl from the other end of the line.

"Ha ha!" Her fellow '97 Liner called out in clear sarcasm while the rest couldn't help but chuckle.

The girl leaned forward, an annoyingly wide grin on her lips, and turned to the side. She stuck out her tongue in between her lips, getting another annoyed huff in return before Mingyu just copied her facial expression.

[we promise, SEVENTEEN really loves each other]

Before she could react, a soft hand on her arm pulled her back - at least the vice leader could keep one of the members in line.

"But didn't you say, you wanted to go skydiving?" The maknae suddenly wondered at the female member.

Woozi could only frown, mumbling quietly, "Who wants to go skydiving?"

"I do," Minnie nodded, falling back against the cushion behind her as she crossed her arms, "But Mingyu's being mean to me today, so I wanted to mention it." To which Dino could only shake his head with his signature laughter. The other '97 Liner held himself back with a scoff.

[another normal day in the life of roommates]

The producer of the group decided to change the topic. "You could write something you want to do on the chance that you get your own though."

"But the chance of that happening is one in 14," Mingyu clarified, getting corrected that for that day's shoot, it would actually be one in twelve as the two oldest of the group were missing due to their injuries.

"You could be really smart about this," Seungkwan started, "and write something that a member will find really difficult." Before changing his idea again. "Or, you write something that will be heartwarming and beautiful."

Getting a "That's right," in agreement.

Minnie perked up again, straightening her back to move her body forward, eyeing the members to her left that had just spoken. "And what about things you'd want to do with the members?"

"What would you want to do with others?" The '98 Liners nagged her with a smile, but the girl just shrugged.

"Don't we spend enough time together already?" The girl heard from the very end of the line, her gaze meeting Vernon's, who was clearly judging her question, based on his reaction.

"No, we don't!" She defended herself quickly. "At least not all of us."

"Who do you not spend enough time with, Minnie?" Dokyeom's kind voice rang through the room, getting a moment of silence from the girl as she glanced around at each member, thinking to herself.

"Mmmm," she hummed out loud, chuckling once she saw how some of them had started to avoid her gaze. "Junnie-hyung!"

"We just went out to eat together!" The '96 Liner replied, making her head snap towards him.

"And?"

"That was recently! We do spend time together." But that only got a frown out of the female member before she went on to the next one.

[not enough]

"Woozi-hyung!"

"We spend more than enough time together," he stopped her quickly, his palm facing her, putting a little sass to his words.

Minnie scoffed, "In the studio! That's hardly spending real time together."

But he ended the discussion promptly. "It's enough for me." Getting a round of laughter from every member, but her.

[today is a hard day for some people]

While the other ten of them were hardly able to control their chuckles, Minnie threw her hands up in desperation, "Do all of you not want to spend time with me?!"

"Noona," Dino put one hand on her arm and one on her back, comforting her as his lips stayed curled up. "I'll spend some time with you."

[maknae coming to the rescue]

With a big smile, she let her head drop to his shoulder, just as a,

"I'll spend more time with you too," came from her left - a voice she knew all too well. 

[suddenly spending time together is popular]

She didn't even try to hide her grin as she looked past Joshua and found Wonwoo's eyes fixed on her, sending him a nudge with her head,

"Thank you," followed by a sweet grin.

Minghao continued to lay out the rules of the game, letting everyone know that the person who would lose, aka have the red hat in their grip by the end of the round, would have to post a picture or video as evidence of them executing their penalty.

"Wait, but I don't get this-" Seungkwan interrupted. "Are you writing this for a specific member?"

"No, no, no." Before anyone else could even open their mouths, Mingyu beat them to it, "You just write, 'I want to see you do this'. And whoever picks it has to do it."

"But what if I want a specific member to do it?" Minnie wondered, mostly hoping that only the members right next to her had caught it, but her voice seemed to have been loud enough as her fellow '97 Liner continued to run his mouth.

"Well, that's not what this program is about," he told her monotonously. A clear frown formed on her forehead as she turned to glance over at the slightly older member. Shooting her brows up, Minnie nodded at him in annoyance,

"Sorry for asking," slightly rolling her eyes before sulking back into her seat. The members could only chuckle at their antics again, deciding to move on, not commenting on their behaviour even more.

Minghao, being the good and well-prepared MC he was, had started ripping apart the notebook, to hand out exactly 12 sheets of paper. Once everyone had gotten one and Mingyu finally passed around the remaining pens, each member got down to writing. They mostly kept to themselves, some clearly grinning as they put down the penalty they had come up with. The clear box in the middle of the room was slowly filled up by the crumbled-up pieces of paper.

"I probably won't get mine," Dokyeom commented as he stood, strutting over to the box.

Minnie smiled, "I hope I get mine." But Minghao was already shaking his head,

"If you get yours, we'll go again."

"Then I won't say that I pulled my own penalty," she sheepishly grinned at him, to which he could only shake his head with a chuckle.

[keeping secrets]

Finally, it got to the point of the lucky draw. The MC followed the line of the members, letting each pull out one piece of paper after the other. They were ordered to keep them folded, yet, of course, not everyone had gotten that message.

Dino's million-dollar cackle made the girl turn her head, her eyebrows shot up in surprise.

"Did you look at it already?" She asked him as if she didn't already know.

He nodded, continuing his chuckles. "Who wrote this?" Making Minnie's nosiness spike up. "It's nice. It's very nice," he kept on saying to himself.

"Oh-" Minnie laughed, "Then it's not mine."

The youngest turned towards her. "Why, what did you write?"

"I'll tell you once the member reads it," she assured him.

They decided to go down the same line in which they pulled their penalties, starting with Vernon and ending with Minghao. The '98 Liner didn't seem all too excited about possibly having to become TWS' manager for one day but took it without any complaints before they moved on to Jun. 

"Write a sincere letter to a member and buy them a gift."

As soon as he had finished reading it out loud, the group already had an idea of who this could've been written by.

"Members? All 13?" Dino misunderstood.

"It doesn't say 'all 13'," Jun showed them the piece of paper. But as soon as Minnie's seat neighbour spoke up, she had made up her mind about who could've possibly written that 'penalty'.

"Just one member," Joshua let him know, to which the girl glanced at the '95 Liner with a cheeky smile. She got a chuckle out of him before he shoved her slightly, making her lean into his side and wrap her hands around his biceps. Another hint was a slight misspelling, but even without it, the group knew it could've only been him.

"Hey," Hoshi suddenly started, gaining the attention of the room. "But at least that one had a set person. Mine says, 'I want to see you pole dancing'."

The entire room erupted in loud laughter and almost immediately, Minnie felt a smack to her upper arm - the maknae couldn't control himself - but she tried to not react as best as she could. Failing. Hard.

"What?" Mingyu chuckled, throwing his head back against the couch.

"Minnie, who do you want to see pole dancing?" Seungkwan's sudden accusation made her shoot up.

"What?! Why me?"

"As if this could've been written by anyone else!" The '98 Liner threw at her.

For a second, the girl fell silent, letting the members' laughter die down before she snapped back.

"So what?!" Getting another round of chuckles in response. She shook her head and turned towards Hoshi, grinning at him as he met her eye. "Let's do a class together."

"Together?!" He stopped her with a cackle, the members joining him only a second later.

"Ah- no- wait-," Minnie tried to explain, but interrupted herself with her own laughter. Quickly, she hid behind the oldest member's shoulder, gripping onto them with her life. Suddenly the situation felt a lot different than what she had wanted it to be like. "That sounded weird," she sulked. "Please cut that out," smiling shyly at the producers, who had been laughing just as much as the members.

"That's not what I meant..." she quietly said, but no one was believing her, still insanely amused at the scene.

Woozi shook his head in disbelief, "Mh, sure."

"I don't know what sounds worse. You wanting to see someone pole dance or wanting to do a class with them," Joshua added, earning him a sharp smack to his arm.

"Don't make it weird!" She complained, still whining.

"Did you have someone specific in mind?" Dokyeom continued teasing her, only grinning even harder once he saw her eyes glaring at him.

"No!" She defended herself, even though the question had caught her off-guard.

He continued to push her further, "Who did you want to get the card?"

"You have to be honest, you can't lie!" Seungkwan added, making her roll her eyes.

"I didn't have anyone specific in mind!"

"Are you sure?" Seungkwan made his eyebrows wiggle, continuing to stare at the girl, who was already glaring at him.

"Yes!" She snarled at him, "I told you, I want to spend more time with you." Mumbling to herself, "Idiots..." which only the audio technician caught as he started to chuckle. Her lips curled up at his reaction.

"Spending time together in a pole dancing class?" Mingyu jumped into the conversation, but Minnie only sent a warning finger straight at him.

"Minnie," Hoshi started again. "I would do this happily. Alone or together 

with you." His comment made the female member smile. "Even though it sounds weird." And with that, it faded just as quickly, getting a chuckle from the members surrounding her. A comforting hand found its way onto her knee. Joshua had noticed the slight heat that had come up to her cheeks, making him smile even more as she shook her head in embarrassment, crossing her arms in defence.

-

If Mingyu were to lose, he'd have to write a book report, which they agreed on, would never see the light of day or take multiple years to finish. Minnie couldn't help but smile to herself, not remembering the last time she had seen him even pick up a book out of a reason other than cleaning hers and Wonwoo's up from the living or dining room.

Woozi drew having to go to a workshop retreat alone - which, even he himself, admitted to never wanting to do completely on his own.

And then came Dino, who read out loud,

"I want to see you climb to the top of Halla Mountain and shout 'Hooray'," getting the entire room to laugh and gasp in synch. It wouldn't take him forever, only about 4.5 hours, but still, it was regarded as the highest point in the entire country, altitude-wise.

"Wow," Jun exclaimed, "who wrote that? That's good!"

Considering, the place was in Jeju, Minnie's glance immediately fell on the '98 Liner on her left. And Minghao seemed to have had the same thought as he pointed at the younger member,

"Seungkwan! Because it's in Jeju-" but he was already brushing off the accusation.

"What do you mean, no? Of course, it was you," Minnie threw at him, getting a side-eye in return.

"Not everyone writes so obviously that everyone immediately knows it's you." She was ready to fight back, but also knew that today's shoot already had a few too many bickerings probably and God knows, where this could lead to more, so she decided to retreat.

The discussion immediately switched to the right gear you'd have to own if you were to climb Halla Mountain, making you almost think Dino had already lost and was preparing for the execution of his penalty.

"Alright," Hoshi moved on. "Now, Minnie."

Letting her finally unfold the piece of paper she had been holding onto. At first, she let her eyes look over the characters quickly, followed by a frown making its way to her brows. Only then, did she read it out loud,

"I want to see you sincerely p-pro...pose? Propose?" Once she said the word out loud, Minnie realised what she had just read, "OH-," repeating it in English, "Propose?"

But the members were already giggling left and right. Dino's well-known cackles filled the room while Joshua nodded at her question, shaking his head with a chuckle.

Minnie laughed along with them, glimpsing around the space in confusion, "What?" She was watching the members being clearly entertained by the penalty she had pulled. Her eyes locked on Wonwoo, who was already looking over in her direction, his lips parting,

"Who-... Who wrote that? What?" He tried to find the gaze of one of the others, but they were too occupied by still chuckling at what they had just heard.

"Does it mean like really propose? Or like propose an idea?" Minnie wondered out loud, still looking over at the left side. No answer, just laughter.

"I don't think anyone thinks about proposing an idea in this context," Minghao let his comment slide into the moment, slightly mumbling, but still loud and clear enough for everyone to hear.

The female member shrugged, "I don't know... it could be. Why would-"

"You don't actually believe that!" From the other end, Vernon's voice rang through the room as he pointed at the girl, his smile still wide as he had just calmed down from his laughing fit.

With wide eyes, Minnie snapped, "How would I know?!" Her exclaim got another round of laughter. "I don't know what they meant by that!"

"But this is perfect for you," Woozi's remark surprised her.

"For me?!" She exclaimed maybe just a little too loud as the members grinned at her. "Why for me?!" Chuckling nervously as she shifted in her seat.

Dokyeom decided to take the next word, all heads then fixed on him. "Isn't it because they want to see what you would be like if you were proposing to the person you love?"

Minnie was already opening her mouth to speak, but the maknae behind her beat her to it, pointing a finger at the main vocalist. "You wrote this, huh?"

"That's right." With no hesitation, DK raised his hand in defence, getting another round of laughter from all of them including their female member.

"Why would you want to see that?" Minnie giggled at him in slight confusion while the youngest member next to her had a hard time holding himself together once more.

"Because it's cute!" He defended himself.

Before anyone could say anything more to that, Hoshi jumped in.

"But... but isn't it a bit weird if Minnie does it?"

Her head immediately turned towards the '96 Liner. "Why?"

"Don't you think someone else should do it?" 

While everyone else seemed to have understood the implementation of his question, some smirking to themselves, others opening their mouths, ready to stop the discussion immediately, the female member glared at him.

"Why?! It's 2024, I could propose as well!" Taking clear offence in his statement. The members glanced at her in slight confusion before they realised that she had misunderstood him.

"Oh- no," he stuttered, "that's not what I-" Hoshi tried to explain, but was cut off by Mingyu's arm in front of him and a slight shake of his head. He understood. "Ah, yeah... sorry, you're right, Minnie," nodding at her. "Then please, propose."

A short second of silence passed before she opened her mouth again. 

"That's crazy..." She chuckled, looking around, trying not to let her eyes land on a specific person, knowing it would gain unwanted attention.

"You can decide to who," Dokyeom declared. "But it has to be romantic. Very romantic."

"OH, yes!"

"That's right!"

"It has to be genuine!"

Different loud hollers filled the room. Minnie sent a quick surprised facial expression into the camera, putting a piece of hair behind her ear while she waited for the voices to die down.

"It has to be?" She wondered, making her fellow '97 Liner nod, along with the other members, who were grinning widely.

Suddenly, Mingyu's voice reached their ears. "Ya... Isn't that a bit much?" Tilting his head with a somewhat smile at the guys who were now looking at him.

"But she gets to choose the member she does it to," Seungkwan replied. "So it won't be weird." Hoping to end the topic of conversation right there.

"Okay, I can do that. I think...," she giggled, "but you guys are weird." Getting a soft chuckle from the members next to her in response.

Joshua was next to reveal his possible penalty.

"I want to see you reveal your abs at our concert." The reactions came immediately.

Throwing her head bag together with Dino, Minnie couldn't hide her amusement, laughing loudly together with the maknae as they held onto each other.

Hoshi let out a loud "Woooo!" Getting even more chuckles out of the other members.

"I want to see that too!" Minnie's comment earned her a slap on the shoulder, making her lean into Joshua's side, laughing against his shoulder as he tried to brush her off.

An arm reached over her before snatching the piece of paper out of the oldest's grip.

"It's so obvious that it's Hoshi!" Dino pointed out the handwriting that clearly indicated who it came from. And the '96 Liner didn't even try to deny it, continuing to smile proudly.

-

Wonwoo had already taken a sneak peek at the folded paper before he revealed it to the room.

"For me," he started. "This is so Jun," getting a few chuckles in return. "I want to see you go skydiving."

But that thought was quickly denied as Jun spoke up from the other side,

"It's not me."

"Oh-," Dokyeom glanced over, "It's not you?" Making the other member shake his head.

Dino grinned. "If Minnie's wasn't already revealed, I would've thought it might be from her."

The girl stopped mid-sip she was about to take from her iced coffee, her eyebrows scrunched up immediately. But before she could say anything, Wonwoo replied,

"But this isn't her handwriting."

"And!" She exclaimed, looking over to her left, "I wouldn't do that to you."

"But to me?!" Mingyu shouted, earning himself a sarcastic smile and nod from the female member. With a scoff and shake of his head, he decided to quiet down again, getting a soft smack to his upper arm from Hoshi, who was grinning at the duo.

"Isn't it Hao maybe?" Minnie wondered after taking a closer look at the paper Wonwoo was holding up.

"Is it?" He asked himself out loud before turning to the member in question, "Is it you?"

Minghao was already smiling from ear to ear, nodding his head excitedly.

-

They moved on quickly, going through Dokyeom, who was challenged to eat 10,000 calories in a day, over to Seungkwan, who would have to buy hotpot for all the members of Seventeen - that was immediately debunked to come from Jun. He had even drawn a small picture of a hotpot serving, making the members chuckle in awe. Minghao's penalty was revealed to be a fitness photoshoot. The culprit was first to be thought to be Mingyu, but he quickly denied it, leaving the answer to remain anonymous.

After going through each member, they were finally able to move on to the game that would determine who would have to actually execute the penalty given to them. The production crew opted for a hat game the group had never played before, giving them a new challenge to face. Even after all these years and videos with the same crew members, they were still able to keep the idol group on their tippy toes.

Sitting in a circle on the floor, each of them was given a white hat, with one of them, at the beginning Wonwoo, wearing a red one. They would be singing the chorus of the all-so-beloved trot version of their newest title track 'God of Music' while moving the heads from the members in front of them onto their own ones, moving to the beat of the song. Whoever ended up with the hat by the end of the round, that either being by the end of the song or a mess-up from one of the members, would lose and eventually have to go through with the penalty they had pulled.

It started out smoothly, with Dokyeom starting to count the beat before everyone else joined in. But only after a few seconds, they had already run into their first mess-up, making them have to start from the top. And that was only the warm-up. For the second round, they decided to start by singing the chorus already, hoping it wouldn't mess up the rhythm all too much. But that was too much to hope for.

"Ya Mingyu-ya!" Jun exclaimed with a smile on his face. The '97 Liner giggled to himself, three hats stacked on his head, clearly showing who was to blame for another round they had to stop.

Minnie, sitting between Wonwoo and Woozi, turned around to snarl at the rapper, but couldn't hide her grin as she saw the amusement on his face.

"Get it together!" She giggled at him.

"Seriously!"

"Hey!" Joshua called out. He pointed at Hoshi, who not only had one white hat on top of his head but the red one as well.

"It's him!" The leader defended himself, straightening his back and turning around, taking off both hats before he shouted at the younger member. It was only then that he realised he was holding onto the red hat, a look of shock coming to his face in an instant.

As he at first started to blame Mingyu, all eyes were now on Hoshi, pointing fingers and shouting at him.

"No, no," he tried to defend himself, "this isn't it! This isn't right!"

"You're holding the red hat!" Minnie threw at him, followed by a chuckle that made her lean forward, resting her forehead on the 58cm shoulders in front of her.

"B-But I-" Mingyu stuttered as he explained himself, "I was doing it normally like 'one, two, one, two'," counting the beat out loud when he pointed at Joshua behind him, "But you weren't taking them! So I kept on putting more and more hats on." Amid his rant, Hoshi placed the hats he had worn just merely seconds ago, onto the '97 Liner's head.

"No!" He took them off, "It's not my fault!"

He continued to try to explain his side of the situation, only getting giggles and chuckles from the other members in return as they continued to find nothing but humour in the moment. Hoshi was nodding along to his words, completely dismissing the fact that he had technically lost the round, and pretended to agree with everything the younger member was saying.

In true Seventeen fashion, the members had started to randomly stand up, making a bigger scene of their exclaims. After Mingyu was finished with the details of his story, Joshua tried to explain himself while the others seemed to have already been on Mingyu's side.

Finally, everyone agreed, that TECHNICALLY, Hoshi would've lost the round, but due to the circumstances and confusion, they opted to play another round, hoping for the best. They couldn't just let the video end without getting the entire chorus right at least once. With big gestures, Dokyeom and Seungkwan clarified the rules one last time, clearing up most of the confusion that was left in the room, before they sat down in a circle again.

"Woah...," Minnie sighed out loud, "This is so much fun." Drumming with her hands on Wonwoo's back.

"Right?" Joshua nodded at her excitedly.

"But now I'm nervous that I'm gonna mess it up," she whined with a chuckle, suddenly feeling a comforting palm on her leg. Wonwoo had reached behind him,

"It's okay," giving her knee a few pats before he retreated his hand to get back in position to start the next and final round.

-

Only a few seconds after the producers had put on the song, the hat order was already messed up. Hastily, the members threw around the ones they had too much to the others that didn't have one anymore, quickly wanting to get back to finish the chorus in unity. Starting again, they were forced to break it up after two seconds, coming to the realisation that lifting the hats and shaking them was throwing off most of the members, causing a chain reaction of issues to happen within the circle. Minghao asked to just let out that one move, but Dokyeom was too motivated to get it right. He whined out loud, begging for everyone to finally get it right so they could move on.

Deciding that it might be easier if they sang the song themselves instead of listening to it through the speakers, the game started for the last and final time. Singing at a slower BPM than the original, they found it much easier to keep up with the hat switch. That was until Minnie was trying to grab the white hat from Wonwoo, but couldn't quite get it off at the right time. He moved the red hat from Dino onto his own head, stacking it on top of the white one that Minnie was still holding as she was about to take it off.

"IT'S WONWOO!" The members clapped in glee. With a loud laughter, the girl fell forward, her hands and forehead resting on Wonwoo's back.

"I'm sorry!" She called out as the rapper turned around to glance at her, his lips curved up to an amused smile. "I'm sorry," she patted his shoulder, still giggling, so her excuse was hard to take seriously.

"WONWOO, WONWOO," Seungkwan continued to chant.

"What was Wonwoo's?" Dokyeom wanted to know.

The rapper held up the red hat proudly. "Skydiving," getting a louder round of claps and hollers in response.

"I wrote that!" Minghao announced with a big smile, taking the '96 Liner's hand into his.

While some members wondered whether or not it was fun to send him skydiving, Minnie felt a poke to her back, making her turn around.

"He lost because of you, right?" Woozi sneakily grinned at her.

With a shy smile, she nodded, running a hand through her hair, "But I didn't do it on purpose. I couldn't get the hat off." She explained while demonstrating the situation.

"At least he won't hold a grudge against you," the producer told her, but Minnie shook her head with wide eyes,

"I wouldn't say that," getting a chuckle out of him. "I'm serious!" She exclaimed as Woozi had pushed himself up to stand. At that same moment, Mingyu passed the duo, coming to a halt to hold a hand out for her to take and to pull her up on her feet. Just as she reached out and was about to place her palm into his, he suddenly pulled his hand away. A giggle escaped Minnie's lips as she leaned forward, smacking his legs with an exclaim. Her fellow '97 Liner joined her chuckles, getting a hold on her elbow to actually pull her up.

Just before the two went to their designated places, Mingyu brushed a hand over her head, earning him a slight nudge to his side.

Taglist: @waosobii @chaebb @lunarxsun @hoe4wonwoo @kimhyejin3108 @soobzao @billboard-singer @cosmicwintr @zwiehe @alixnsuperstxr @angie-x3 @smooore @allthings-fandoms @lllucere

[babymochibeargyu]

[Babymochibeargyu 100 Followers Event]

I honestly can't believe we reached this many in the span of 44 days? Like I said before, I didn't think I would even be writing so many fics after my first two as I was just doing for the plain fun of it, but after seeing how well received my works started to get, I just decided to continue and here we are. anyways enough of my rambling lets get to the event🥺

As you guys know I usually have been writing for Gyu on here, because he's been really living in my head rent free and I have just so many fluff thoughts to write about.

But for this event, I'm letting you guys choose who you want to see in my fluff/whichever genres you guys want me to write about[as due to a recent poll you guys seem to be deprived of the other members hence I decided to do this]

here's how things will go:

1st Event

pairings: 1 txt member x reader

genres: any genre is fine(I'll try my best to write whatever you guys give me)

genres can be :fantasy, hybrid,enemies to lovers or just plain fluff, whatever your heart desires!!

no smut/nsfw(im not confident😭),SA,rape,sexual harassment, incest

no. of entries per person: I'm not sure how many will participate(but I hope you guys do >_<) so I'm just gonna give you guys max of 5-10 request per acc![ if yall would like, you can send more, but they will be looked to afterwards, so as to give everyone a fair chance]

(those that I do not reply to during this event, may be turned into a future fic)

how do I get my entry to be written? : if your entry inspires me, then you'll definitely will be seeing it turn into a fic

also tip, I usually get heavily inspired if there's pictures!!

i just found out that if you are using laptop and not anon, you can insert pics otherwise[you can copy and paste pics into the asks(if you wish to remain anon), it will also give me a clearer sense of which direction I should go for]

entry duration: currently i will be giving it 2-3 weeks[from today 23June - 15July] unless theres an overflow of entries then i may end the event earlier so fastest fingers!!(also im not really sure whether when my next milestone will be so if you wanna see your ideas come to life please send them in now 🙃)

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Updated: moving forward any anon request that I receive during this period, if without emoji and without stating that its for the 100 Lovelies Event💗i will take it as its a separate request and will look at it only after the event(so don’t say I didn’t warn you if you’re wondering why your asks hasn’t been chosen!! As i cannot be updating and finding out all the time on my blog thank you, and im pretty sure its quite clear in my rules already)

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in the event somehow the emoji's chosen gets repeated at least with more than 1 emoji I'm able to identify that you are different people

this is so that I know how many entries you have already sent in! if there are no ways for me to identify you, I may not write it for the 100 followers event, so as to be fair for everyone participating)

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I will choose up to 10 entries to write from(is the current goal i have but if im in a feel good mood i probably will write more). Sooo let me know your heart's deepest desires and let your imagination run wild LOVELIES~

~ all the fics written during the event will be under the tag of [100 Lovelies Event💗] and can be found under the main masterlist as well.

2nd Event(update)

- if anyone would like, you can request a short song cover from me(I’ll try my best) and I’ll upload it to my yapping blog under the same tag!!

- this doesn’t count as an entry for the 100 Lovelies Event💗so it doesn’t matter how many song request you sent in!! I just wanted to do something that’s personal to me too

But anyways let’s get this fic party started🥳

[nightcolorz]

I am once again coming into your askbox to dump my headcannons.

Armand is 100% paying for Daniel’s top surgery, the fact that he canonically spoils his lovers (*cough* night island *cough*). He definitely would be over the top (positive) about taking care of Danny post surgery too. Armand also definitely wants to examine the drains and other medical stuff :)

yk how when you get top surgery, a lot of the time your nipples loose sensation? I think once Daniel further recovered, Armand would wanna see if that’s the case for Daniel bc he’s definitely been autistically researching about this and is just waiting for the chance to start poking and prodding at Danny’s chest 💀. Daniel would also loose his mind at being examined like this bc he’s a horny freak <3 (when bae examines you like you’re gonna be dissected 🤤😍 AWOOOGA)

Also relating to Daniel’s adhd and Armand’s Autism, IMAGINE THEM WITH A SHARED HYPERFIXATION/SPECIAL INTEREST OH MY GOD!!!! this line of thought reminds me of the part in the books where Daniel is teaching Armand about the modern world, and they’re just doing a bunch of random shit together 😭 LIKE JUMPING FROM DIFFERENT FIXATIONS OHHH MY GODDDDD.

Anyways thanks for letting me ramble!! I hope you’re doing well <3 Don’t really have anything cohesive to wrap this up with other than a sensory experience I think Armand fucks with is that floral foam stuff ‼️

YAY HEADCANONS ‼️‼️‼️

omggg Armand sugar Daddying Daniel’s top surgery with his fraud money and being autistically fascinated by the medical and anatomy shit is so canonnn I love that 😭😭 Peak freak for freak omg. I need an “Armand tests Daniels post top surgery nipples out and Daniel gets horny over being treated like a test subject” fic SO BAD, anon ur so brilliant ur mind is a beautiful place.

THE SHARED FIXATION HEAD CANON IS CANON AS HELL!!! Peak neurodivergent romance is bonding over shared brain rot omg that’s so cute, so them. We know from blood and gold that Daniel def fixates on similar things to Armand (model trains definitely fall into the mundane technology realm) so they absolutely had a bunch of moments where Armand is like lover we must go to the car wash to study how the automobiles behave and Daniel is like ugh baby I’m so tired wait omg fr 😮‼️ that sounds so fucking fun let’s do this

thank u sm anon I love ur head canons <333 Armand ABSOLUTELY fucks with floral foam, beautiful incredible ten out of ten no notes

[moodmoodthecrabking]

melancholic grace chasity moodboard with sapphic and christian themes requested by anon

[q1ngqve]

idk if you take requests but like..........

dr ratio x bratty gf,,,, perhaps a bit of daddy/sir kink as well,,,,,,,, you're really good at writing him like i literally luv your work :3

(btw sorry if this isn't allowed)

ANON THIS IS SO (>/////<)♡

CW; fem! reader, implied relationship, bratty reader, sir kink, manhandling, murder, choking, knife play, fear play, biting?, vaginal penetration (with the knife & his dick), orgasm denial, slight degradation but he calls you pretty <3

do not, I repeat, do not act like a brat when you are with your boyfriend, unless you want to be completely and absolutely destroyed by him, verbally and physically. but where’s the fun in being good when you know how thrilling it is to rile him up?

veritas ratio’s eyes narrow as you prance around the room, giggling at something this random guy said, slapping him lightly on his arm. he’s not exactly one for jealousy, but when you’re so oblivious to the way other men are looking at you in your short skirt has his head going fuzzy with irritation.

truth is, you know exactly what you are doing. your boyfriend has been so caught up in his research the past few days he hasn’t had much time for you, and your fingers just aren’t enough to satisfy yourself. so consider this as punishment for not giving you the attention you needed.

the man’s lips graze your earlobe as he leans in, whispering something flirty that makes you sick in the stomach. you hide your face in his chest, acting as if you’re embarrassed, and wrap your arms around his waist.

before the man could slide his hands down your back, you were pulled away harshly by someone from behind, a small yelp leaves your lips as you’re dragged away and out the bar, tripping over yourself with almost every step from how fast he was walking.

your head whips up when the two of you finally stop, only to find your boyfriend glaring down at you, his hair tousled and brows furrowed, clearly displeased with your actions. you lock eyes with him, and a shot of electricity runs up your spine — ah, there it is, that delicious feeling of being hunted.

“get in the car.” and he’s gone.

you watch from your seat as he walks out of the bar ten minutes later, hair slightly wet, blood splattered on his jaw, his strides long and angry, and you feel yourself sink a little deeper into the leather seat.

silence fills the air as he drives, the tension so thick you could barely breathe. why is there blood on his face? did he just murder someone? oh god, it better not be that guy from before…did you just accidentally help in ending an innocent person’s life? you feel your body shake as you watch him from your peripheral, his jaw and shoulders relaxed, which is worse than when he’s mad and showing it.

you’re immediately dragged out of your seat when he stops, carrying and dropping you onto the hood of the car. his touch is gentle as he runs his fingers up to your chin, gripping at it harshly and forcing your head to tilt up uncomfortably to look at him.

your eyes adjust to the dimly lighted empty car park, legs closed shut as he towers over you, his shadows ungulfing your own on the hood. “what is that?” you break the silence with a stutter, your eyes flitting between his other hand and his face, body tensing at the sight of a bloody knife in his grip.

the man before you smiles softly, something he rarely does, so you know this is gonna be bad. “you like making me angry?” your lips part slightly at his question, knowing the answer is yes, but his aura is so terrifying that nothing leaves you other than heavy breathing.

his other hand grabs the underside of your knee, pushing your legs apart as he steps between your legs before leaning down even further, chuckling when your breath hitches at the intensity of his stare.

he flips your skirt up as he runs a finger up your already drenched underwear, the slick sticking to the pad of his finger. you squirm backwards when he lifts the knife, twirling it in his hand like a toy. “no— what’re you going to do with that?” the bloodied knife glistens under the dim white lights, and you swear his eyes turned a shade darker as he runs the tip down your neck, reveling at the sight of you trembling beneath him in fear.

“teaching you a lesson.”

your legs twitch involuntarily when the sharp blade reach between your legs, whines escape your lips as you feel it press softly against your entrace. tears sting your eyes, every inch of your body is telling you to run the moment he presses in harder, the thin fabric of your lace panties tearing immediately.

“‘m scared…”

veritas ratio laughs, the sound cruel and deep, straight from his chest. “this is punishment,” smirk returning to his face, making him look like a devil in disguise, “for acting like a brat.” a strangled gasp leaves you when he plunges the knife handle into your pussy, your walls tightening around the rubber like a vice.

oh god, there’s a knife in me, was all you could think of before he fucks it into you again and again, the rough textures rubbing deliciously against your gummy walls. the adrenaline heightening your senses, making this feel better than it should.

“you wanna act like a brat? wanna be a little slut and flirt with every guy you see? go ahead, be my guest. your boyfriend’s jaw finally clenches, allowing his anger and jealousy to take over as he bites at your collarbone, the stinging pain has you scratching at his biceps. “‘m sorry!” a flurry of apologies fly from your puffy lips as you cry from the pleasure and humiliation of having a knife making you feel like you’re in heaven.

“sorry, what?”

“sir— sorry sir!”

calling him ‘sir’ seems to bring out his animalistic side because the knife clatters on the concrete floor instantly, before being replaced by his dick. the air is knocked out of your lungs the moment he slides in, so long and thick, stretching you out nice and wide under him like a toy.

another whimper leaves you when he wraps his hand around your throat, squeezing tightly at the sides, successfully controlling the amount of air leaving and entering your lungs. panic fills you as you claw at this hand, tears streaming down your face like a waterfall.

“take it,” his other hand reaching down to circle your clit, “like the pretty little slut you are.” black dots fill your vision as you clench around him, getting off of everything that is happening to you.

your boyfriend groans above you as he cums, warmth engulfs you while he continues to pound into you, riding himself down from his high. “sir, ‘m close— please!” you manage to say breathily, your hips bucking into his on its own accord, chasing your high.

veritas ratio steps away in an instant and your eyes fly open at the empty feeling of your core, seconds away from your orgasm. “wait, no!” he flips your skirt down before kissing you roughly on your lips.

“only good girls get to cum.”

⭒ A/N — not proofread yet!

[spearxwind]

I've been thinking about how you've made Talas' physique even MORE powerful lately. And now I'm just imagining him, one-armed, chucking Graves like the world's angriest javelin at their common enemies.

That's genuinely so in character that I had to draw it. Average hunting tactic... and Graves would be all too excited for it, honestly

[tickle-bugs]

The Ol' Kentucky Welcome

Summary: Eggsy’s attitude gets him into trouble at Statesman HQ. Whiskey and Tequila show him how they handle mouthy recruits with too much pride.

Anon: Hey!  Love your work.  I was trying to think of something I haven't read.  So, kingsman and golden circle.  Maybe eggsy, whiskey, and Tatum s characters get real drunk one night, start teasing each other and a full out brawl of a tickle fight happens!!!  You can do it!!!  Thanks! 

Loose handwaving at and spoilers for Kingsman: The Golden Circle.

Becoming a Kingsman had done wonders for Eggsy’s impulse control and sense of self. He’s got restraint now, and better judgement—he doesn’t blindly chase a whim without considering the consequences first. 

This is what he tells himself as he poaches a bottle of premium Statesman Reserve whiskey from a supply closet rather ominously labeled ‘This Ain’t For Sharing, Friend’. He makes sure to shuffle the bottles to disguise the large gap left behind on the shelf.

He settles in at the Statesman briefing room table, loosening his tie and shirt collar. He unbuttons his jacket and, in a rare flash of bad manners, kicks his feet up onto one of the nearby chairs.

The thought of Harry scolding him for it tugs at chest. 

“Now what do we have here?” Whiskey whistles lowly, ducking into the doorway. Tequila fits in beside him. Eggsy gives a mocking salute before popping the cork on the bottle. He grabs a polished crystal glass from a platter on the table and pours himself a hefty bit. 

“Looks to me like we’ve got a thief, Whiskey.” Tequila arches his brow. “Y’ain’t learned your lesson yet, Galahad?”

“Gentlemen.” Eggsy smirks and lifts his glass. The sharp kiss of the liquor burns his tongue, but it washes back with a smoky smoothness unlike anything he'd ever tried. He smacks his lips loudly, enjoying the slight twitch of Whiskey’s eyebrow in response.

“Thought you fancy-types were supposed to be polite.” Whiskey puts his hands on his hips. 

“And I thought you brutish types couldn’t make something so delicious.” Eggsy angles the glass in the light. The liquid seems to glow. 

Tequila ducks past Whiskey and takes a seat at the table, helping himself to a glass. He clinks glasses with Eggsy and they share another sip. Both of them sigh in unison, sinking deeper into their chairs. Whiskey throws Eggsy’s feet off his chair and takes a seat. 

“You’re lucky I ain’t reportin’ you to Ginger Ale for theft.” Whiskey fixes himself a glass. He takes off his hat and rests it on the table. He shrugs off his jacket, draping it over the back of the chair.

“Report me for what?” Eggsy cocks his head. “You fine, upstanding gentlemen cracked open a bottle of your own reserve to share with your guest and I just had to say yes. Would hate to be impolite.”

Whiskey glares. Eggsy sips innocently. 

“I like this motherfucker, Whiskey.” Tequila laughs, muffling himself in his fist. Whiskey shifts his glare. 

“‘Course you do. You can’t keep your mug outta trouble to save your life.” 

“Least my mug ain’t ugly,” Tequila grumbles. Eggsy snorts. Whiskey turns to fish for a pack of cigarettes in his jacket pocket. As he leans forward, a silver shine peeks out of his pants pocket. Eggsy gently plucks a shiny lighter from Whiskey’s pocket and tucks it into his own. 

“Champagne mentioned you’re a cheeky bugger.” Eggsy knocks shoulders with Tequila and winks.

“I dunno what that means.” Tequila frowns. They both watch Whiskey fumble around for the lost lighter and keep smooth, straight expressions. 

“You get into shit. He’s fond of you?” Eggsy gestures at him. Tequila nods. 

“Yeah, well…he wasn’t always. I’ve always been a bit of a firecracker. Didn’t make the best choices. Got people hurt. Built up a reputation for bein’ a problem, and Champagne started makin’ me own it.” Tequila watches his whiskey swirl in his glass. Eggsy hums thoughtfully.

“Sounds like Harry. He didn’t let me get away with shit. If I did something reckless, it was my arse on the line. But sometimes it paid off.” Eggsy smiles and thinks of stealing Harry’s cab on his way out of initiation. 

“To good mentors.” Tequila inclines his head respectfully and raises his glass. Eggsy clinks their glasses together. 

The three of them pass the time draining the bottle and looking out over the twinkling lights of the distillery buildings. A boyish mischief settles into Tequila, one that grows as the liquor in the bottle sinks. Whiskey starts to slur his words, but he maintains a hunter’s focus. 

“Tell me somethin’, Eggsy. What brought you to Kingsman?” Whiskey watches him over the rim of his glass. His stare is piercing. 

“Hm. Harry did. Not so different from Tequila, I reckon. I’d made a right fuckin’ mess and Harry saved me from it. Gave me a job. He saw something in me that no one else did.” Eggsy traces his fingers along the edge of his cup. He glances absently towards Harry’s cell and sighs quickly. Whiskey follows his gaze. 

“Did your lepidopterist friend teach you to have sticky fingers, or do you just like causin’ problems?” Whiskey holds his hand out. Eggsy rolls his eyes and hands over the stolen lighter.

“I’ve always been good at nicking things. S’fun.” Eggsy grins and produces Whiskey’s wallet. Whiskey grumbles under his breath and snatches it. 

“Feels like you’re the only one of your people that ain’t all hoity-toity. What other secrets are you hiding?” Tequila leans forward. The question grates against Eggsy’s better instincts. He searches Tequila’s face for the slightest bit of ill will. All that sticks is the way light catches softly on his eyes. Eggsy hums and turns his eyes to the ceiling to think.

“Well, my girlfriend bein’ a princess isn’t much of a secret anymore, so…I was a gymnast for a bit.” Eggsy grins. Tequila’s eyes light up and he starts snapping in Whiskey’s direction. For each snap, Whiskey gives a disgruntled hm until eventually they’re just swatting at each other. 

“Whiskey, don’t we have them flippy bars down in the gym?” Tequila sniffs, blinking as the liquor hits his sinuses. Eggsy perks up. A spark of excitement picks up atop the warm flush of liquor in his stomach. 

“We do. For Statesman agents. Y’know Rum and Cognac get real touchy ‘bout their stuff.” Whiskey raises an eyebrow.

“Well, we’re workin’ together now, ain’t we? ‘Sides, Rum and Cognac ain’t here. Let’s walk him down there. I wanna see what he can do.” Tequila claps Eggsy on the shoulder. Eggsy gives his best winning smile. Whiskey grumbles, then downs the rest of his glass. 

“Fuck it. Fine. Five minutes.” 

…

They stumble down to the Statesman training facility, passing by a very tired Ginger Ale who opts not to ask why Eggsy’s wearing Tequila’s hat (pretty simple, it’s ‘cause he nicked it). Whiskey puts his thumb to a scanner and the wall unfolds for them. 

The lights click on in rows, lighting the industrial space. Eggsy gasps like a kid on Christmas morning. 

Sophisticated weight training and combat equipment sit in neat rows. Eggsy locks in directly past that, drifting unconsciously towards a heaping pile of chalk bags. Pommel horses, beams, bars, and hanging rings sprawl out on a spring mat, all in pristine condition. A few launchpads and trampolines lay near the equipment. Eggsy laughs incredulously as he takes it in. Nostalgia flutters in his chest. 

Eggsy immediately unbuttons his shirt, folding it cleanly and crisply. He shoves it and the cowboy hat into Tequila’s arms, adjusts his tank top, then works to unlace his shoes. The moment his feet are free, he sprints for one of the springboards. He hits it clean, just like he’d learned, and pushes off the vault, twisting through the air. His landing is a bit messy, but it’s functional, and he takes off to the parallel bars next.

The alcohol writhes in his system, but he doesn’t care. How can he? It’s been years. Coach’d told him he was good enough for the fucking Olympics and he hadn’t touched a set of bars since. The flex of the bars is a comfort to him. He flips and twirls, holding crisp handstands and tucks through muscle memory alone.

He dismounts beautifully from the parallel bars to the pleasant thrum of adrenaline and a smattering of applause. 

“Hoowee, that was somethin’!” Tequila ruffles Eggsy’s hair, destroying the last hold of the gel on his head. Eggsy laughs and swats him away. 

“Hats off to you, kid. Takes a lot of skill to pull that off.” Whiskey nods in respect. Eggsy returns it. 

“I ain’t gonna lie, I thought you were gonna fall on your ass. I’m impressed.” Tequila slugs his shoulder with a brassy laugh. 

“Thanks, Tequila.” Eggsy grins roguishly. “Mind givin’ me a boost?” 

“Sure.” Tequila follows Eggsy over to the high bar. Whiskey loudly clears his throat. 

“Boys, this has been…eye-openin’, but we really should get goin’. Early start tomorrow, I imagine. And this one’ll be fit to collapse when the time difference catches up.” Whiskey inclines his head towards Eggsy. 

“Sorry, bruv? Can’t hear you all the way over there.” Eggsy gestures to his ear with a cheeky grin. 

“I said—“

“No, no. If you have something to say, come whisper it in my fucking ear.” Eggsy snickers, hearing Merlin’s voice in his head. Whiskey rolls his eyes and saunters over. 

“Look, I respect you ‘cause Champagne respects you. Other than that, you’re still a brat that oughta fall into line. Let’s turn in for the night. Both of you.” Whiskey raises his eyebrow. The honey tones of his voice make his annoyance all the more amusing. 

“What’re you gonna do about it? Get me with your skipping rope?” Eggsy smirks. Tequila mutters a quiet aw hell and takes a step back. 

“Maybe I will, you little shit.” 

Eggsy comes to terms with a number of things about himself in that moment, and he puts them all away to process sober. Instead, he gestures for Tequila to give him a hand and reaches up for the bar. 

Tequila picks him up by the waist, and it’s not the smooth, assisted lift he’s used to. It’s the clumsy grip of a drunk surprised by weight. Tequila does lift Eggsy up to the bar, but at the cost of his dignity— he spasms and makes a high-pitched noise when Tequila’s fingers press into his waist.  

In hindsight, he should’ve seen the way Whiskey’s eyes narrowed at that. 

“What the hell was that?” Tequila squints up at him. 

“Nothin’. Thought you were gonna drop me. Bugger off.” Eggsy kicks weakly in Tequila’s direction. He backs up, hands raised. Whiskey steps in, hands on his belt. 

“Get off the bar, Eggsy.” Whiskey sniffs authoritatively. The logical Kingsman agent buried in Eggsy’s brain sets off warning bells, but Drunk Eggsy, who is obviously of much sounder mind, ignores it. 

“Make me, Whiskey.” Eggsy starts to swing in the space he has. Not enough to kick anyone, but enough to look like he will. He manages to rotate clumsily around the bar once, then hangs back down in front of Whiskey. 

“You want me to embarrass you in front of your new friend? Okay.” Whiskey steps up to Eggsy and makes a show of sizing him up. Then, quicker than the draw of his pistols, his hands latch onto Eggsy’s sides and squeeze until he’s screaming and plummeting off the bar. Eggsy’s short life flashes before his eyes as he falls bodily into Tequila’s arms. 

“Are you fucking mental?” Eggsy goes to shove Whiskey, but Tequila holds him back. 

“Woah, watch that mouth of yours!” Whiskey laughs, eyes glittering. “You told me to make you. Your wish is my command, friend.”

Eggsy kicks, trying to break Tequila's hold, and he catches Whiskey right in the balls. He makes a noise like a wounded donkey and folds over. Eggsy snickers. Whiskey whips his reddening face up and glares. 

“Now you’ve done it. Tequila!” Whiskey tosses something his way and he catches it. Eggsy barely has time to react before his arms are bound and hoisted in the air above his head. His toes brush the ground. The bar above him creaks in protest but does not give. 

Whiskey puts his hands on his hips again. Eggsy wonders if that’s a cowboy thing or an American one. 

“Skippin’ rope, bitch.” Whiskey grins, sharklike. “Now…you done with the whole insubordination routine or am I gonna have to give you the ol’ Kentucky Welcome?” 

Eggsy snorts derisively. He tests his bindings. They hold steady. Fear starts to pierce through his liquid courage. 

“I’m honored, bruv, but I’m in a committed relationship—“

Whiskey clicks his tongue and crowds into Eggsy’s space. He immediately steels himself for violence—what else would there be besides violence? He’s been jumped before. He’s no stranger to the predatory tilt of Whiskey’s head. He sets his jaw and glares. 

“When Tequila first joined up, he carried a bit of them clownin’ instincts with him. That didn’t fly with Champagne. We had to figure out a way to take him down a few pegs without hurtin’ him. So, the Kentucky Welcome was born.” 

“Aw, fuck you, Whiskey. Seriously, man.” Tequila pipes up from behind Eggsy. 

“What does this have to do with me? I know you Americans love to hear yourself talk, but I’m not interested.” Eggsy tries to pull free. Nothing. Whiskey’s gaze gets softer, more mischievous. The change is deeply unnerving. 

“Well, you remind me of Tequila. You’ve clearly got a good head on your shoulders, but you’re a little shit. So I’m gonna deal with you the same way we used to deal with him. Last chance, kid. You comin’ quietly or are we gonna have to drag you?” 

Eggsy flinches when Whiskey reaches for him—years of habit die hard—and prepares himself for the hard crunch of knuckles into his ribs. Instead, he’s met with a gentle and persistent scritching. 

A confused noise bubbles up at the back of Eggsy’s throat, quickly chased by a wobbly smile. He ducks his head and bites his lip. 

Oh what the fuck? 

Kingsman had taught him to resist the most painful and stressful of scenarios, but they’d never taught him what to do about this. Tilde’s maybe the only person who knows that he’s ticklish, and even then…he can convince her to let him go by kissing her senseless. Eggsy doubts that’ll work here. 

“Uh oh, Galahad. Don’t tell me something’s botherin’ you?” Whiskey presses an insincere hand to his heart. Eggsy’s brain stutters for a moment as he realizes that Tequila’s the one scratching at his ribs. 

“Fffffuck you.” Eggsy exhales sharply through his nose and closes his eyes--nope, that’s worse. So much worse. 

Whiskey tickles under his arms and Eggsy yelps, bright laughter tumbling after. It shouldn’t be this bad—Tilde’s done far worse to him in jest, but somehow the teasing grin of his begrudging allies gets under his skin. His arms flex as he tries to pull himself up and away, but his strength collapses with every breath. 

“Aw, y’all are twins.” Whiskey leans around Eggsy to smirk at Tequila. 

“Whiskey.” Tequila’s languished tone being hilarious really doesn’t help things. Eggsy’s entire face scrunches as he tries to find his way back towards composure. A hiccup sneaks into his chest, and then he’s giggling incessantly. His chest feels like the sparklers he’d run around with as a kid, bright and fizzling and dissolving with every breath. 

“Y’know, I wish I had tried this when I first caught y’all. Prolly woulda gone a hell of a lot faster.” Tequila’s voice floats past Eggsy’s ear. Eggsy manages a giggly growl and a halfhearted headbutt in his direction. Tequila tuts at him and folds his fingers into Eggsy’s waistline. 

He makes a noise at a pitch that threatens to shatter every lightbulb in the room. Tequila’s calloused fingers strum Eggsy’s nerves like guitar strings and it tickles, fucking shit—

Tequila hooks his fingers just so and Eggsy kicks. Whiskey snags his ankle before a second devastating impact can occur. They make tortuous eye contact. 

“Whiskey—“ Eggsy attempts to appeal to the cowboy’s humanity with what Merlin fondly calls his nuclear puppy eyes. 

Grinning wickedly, Whiskey shakes his head and reaches for his trapped foot. 

Eggsy’s eyes bug out of his head. 

He wrenches his leg free, twists his hands, and flips upwards. Managing a gold-worthy handstand into a dismount, he frees his wrists and lands smoothly. Eggsy playfully curtsies. Tequila starts to clap. Whiskey smacks him upside the head.

“Alright, I’m done playin’ around. Grab him. If we’re caught down here at this hour it’ll be my hide.” Whiskey gestures for Tequila to step in. He does so, still a little off-kilter from the liquor. 

Eggsy rushes in, expecting a clumsier rendition of the fighting style he’d been so painfully introduced to. Instead, Tequila smoothly blocks his blows and hoists Eggsy over his shoulder like a sack of fucking potatoes. One of his arms locks behind Eggsy’s thighs as they start to walk for the door. It takes him a moment to even process being upside-down. The sway of Tequila’s gait shakes some blood into his brain.

“Aw, y’all are twins.”

“—deal with you the same way we used to deal with him—“

A lightbulb clicks on in Eggsy’s head. He shouldn’t…but he could…but he shouldn’t—

He shoves his hands under Tequila’s arms. Before he can blink or breathe, they’re in a heap on the ground. Tequila’s cackling dead weight presses the air from Eggsy’s chest.

“Thought you’d put up more of a fight, bruv.” Eggsy’s eyebrows raise. Tequila shrieks at him in response. Eggsy manages to wiggle free and hop lightly to his feet as Tequila gathers his wits. 

“There’s one of you and two of us. Be wise.” Whiskey cracks his neck. Eggsy looks over at Tequila and smirks devilishly. Tequila pales. 

“I like those odds.” 

The flurry of motion as they charge each other sets off the ‘fight’ center in his brain, but there is some comfort in knowing no harm is on the table. Eggsy flips and twists out of their grasp, taking advantage of his flexibility to pull off increasingly ridiculous dodges. He neatly sweeps both Whiskey and Tequila’s legs out from under them. 

“Little help?” Whiskey gestures lamely at Tequila. 

“Nah, I’m done. Y’all are nuts.” Tequila lays on his back, putting his hat down over his face. He folds his arms behind his head. Whiskey curses at him. Tequila gives him the finger. 

Whiskey grabs Eggsy by the back of the shirt--really, he should know better--and Eggsy sweeps him again. Whiskey’s ready for it this time, though, and he manages a pin faster than Eggsy can roll away. Whiskey plants himself on Eggsy’s back like he’s settling on a bull. 

“Aren’t you tired? Goddamn.” Whiskey sighs. Eggsy winces at the texture of the mat against his cheek. 

It reminds him of Roxy and agonizing training sessions, of hours of sweat and bruising and his face stinging from being slammed into the mat. Even past the wave of grief, he remembers the shape of her smile when she would lecture him about letting her pin him on his stomach. 

“Indefensible,” she’d say, prodding the back of his ribs. “You’re a sitting duck like this.”

And every time he’d roll his eyes, hooking his fingers behind her knees--

Oh. Hm. 

As best as he can, he reaches back and latches onto Whiskey’s thigh, squeezing just above his knee. Whiskey hollers and tries to phase right through the floor. Eggsy rolls them over and pursues, squeezing and squeezing until Whiskey is a wheezing pile on the floor. 

Eggsy flips onto his feet. He knows he’s imagining the fond, ghostly squeeze on his shoulder, but he puts his hand on the spot anyways. 

“Now I’m tired. Goodnight, fellas.” Eggsy salutes with a wide grin, stepping over both cowboys. He gathers his belongings and saunters for the door, whistling pleasantly. 

Whiskey rubs a hand over his face as he stares up at the ceiling.

“Kid’s fuckin’ lucky I like him,” Whiskey grumbles, pushing himself up onto his elbows. 

“Might not wanna speak too soon. He took your hat.” Tequila puts his own ten-gallon back on his head and gestures towards the door with a whistle. Whiskey growls and shoots to his feet. 

“Motherfucker! Eggsy!”

[ask-prune-juice]

Have you used your hair for potions before (Be it by accident or on purpose)? It acting similar to a liquid means it's theoretically possible to mix it into an existing formula. What effects did it have if you did?

"That actually happened once on accident, and I brushed it off not expecting it to do much. but it does actually make something."

"I just keep my hair up when I'm brewing now. I don't exactly want to go into detail about what happened, or say what the effect of putting my hair into a potion is. Just know it is a very powerful, very volatile potion to brew, and that a beginner should never attempt it."

[lilyrizzy]

Okay for planr prompts - feel free to ignore this (obviously, of course, but it lessens my anxiety to reiterate it) - I am a little bit obsessed with this line from your last fic:

Max has had both of his parent’s numbers for years now, Daniel had given them to him in case of an emergency, in case Daniel got in a bad crash or got sick or something. He doesn’t think Max has ever used either number before today.

And I would love to see something where Max did call them about Daniel, for any reason. If that is a thing that would interest you as a prompt.

so I did actually write this on the plane & then totally forgot to post it for a bit, then wanted to try to make it better but ultimatley ran out of motivation. so sorry if it sucks!

cw: daniel is hurt (but he’s fine, eventually, i promise)

"Hello?"

Her voice is questioning but polite. She sounds like Daniel, except in the ways she doesn't, pitch too high, accent a touch too thick.

"Hello Grace," he says, and when she doesn't say anything, "it is Max. Verstappen, Max, I- Something has happened to Daniel."

"Max?" She says his name back to him like she has never heard it before, like he didn't share a team with her son for years, like Max doesn't share a bed with him now. Not that she knows the latter. "What do you mean?"

Max takes a deep breath, ready to repeat what the doctors told him, what he has practiced.  Eyes fixed on the rows of white plastic chair in front of him, he only gets as far as, "he has been hurt, he is in the hospital, he-" before she is interrupting, almost sounding angry.

"But you are not racing today."

She's right, of course; it is a Wednesday. But Daniel lying in a hospital bed has nothing to do with a car or a race track.

"It is not that, he- I think somebody was trying to take his watch, and maybe he did not want to give it to them, because- They- He is very hurt and right now, he is in the hospital." 

There is silence, and for a few horrible seconds, Max thinks he will have to say it all again.

Then she is gasping, saying, "no, no, no," terrible and sad, like how his own mum would sound when he would visit her and she saw he had a new bruise, only worse.

"Yes," Max says, feeling cruel, "and I think he would like for you to come. He-" Max's own voice cracks, and it's then he realises he's crying, that he has been since she picked up the phone.

"What happened, Max?" She asks, and he can hear her panicking movements in the background, the sound of keys jingling on a ring. "Who- Were you with him?"

Max shakes his head even though she can't see him, blinking furiously.

"No, but they called me, and I of course went straight away and-"

"They called you?" The background noise has been silenced, no more movement to be heard.

Max swallows. Stares at the clock on white wall, wanting to reverse the second hand. The minutes and hours too, while he's at it, to this morning, Daniel safe in their bed beside him.

"Yes, they- I am the person for Daniel, for incase of an emergency," he says, just as the arm ticks round to hit twelve.

She pauses, and those few seconds measure the weight of what Max has done. Now she will know, because there is no good reason for Max to be the person they call when Daniel is hurt instead of Michael or Blake, except for the truth of what they are together. He almost asks, 'is that okay,' because for that heart stopping moment, he realises it might not be.

"He is not awake right now," he says instead, desperate, "but when he is again, I think he would like it for you to be there."

Then there is the sound of a door opening, slamming shut. Grace calling out for Joe, muffled as though she is covering the phone with her hand.

"We will be there," she says, voice loud and clear again, as though one of them is waking from a dream. A nightmare. "Tell him mum and dad are on their way, and-" She hesitates and Max holds his breath.

"Look after our boy until we get there, okay Max? We will see you soon."

[skeletalheartattack]

We're going to the zoo. Love the animals?

person who's only ever watched super metroid speedruns voice: kill the animals

[drunktuesdays]

Ten (and Final) (!)

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"What does that mean?" Garcia says finally, blinking at him.  

"Like I said, I'm an asshole—"

"Not that," Garcia snaps, slicing his hand through the air irritatedly. "You came here for me? I thought you ain't wanna be around me no more."

"That's why I'm apologizing! If you'd listen—"

"Why?" Garcia said. 

"Why? Because I'm talking, and that's how a conversation goes—" If he thought the kid was doing it on purpose, he'd probably try and throttle him right now. But Eddie can tell Garcia's not being difficult to make Eddie crazy. He's genuinely standing there looking bewildered.

 Eddie takes a deep breath, and rolls his shoulders, cracks his neck. "I was an asshole to you," he repeats again, slow and serious. "I was mad at you—I thought you were gonna bond Yuta, and I wanted to hurt you first—"

"Yuta?" Garcia's brow creases in confusion. "What, just because he's an omega? Because you think I should want—"

"No, because I saw the pay-per-view fight. I was watching 'cuz I was proud of you, and I wanted to see—and you—in the ring—you bit him like you were gonna—-"

The kid's face reddens immediately and his shoulders hunch with shame. "That's not—when I'm in the ring, sometimes I get—you know how it gets for me—"

"Yeah," Eddie says. "I know. I know that now. I know you ain't want Yuta. And Yuta said he don't want you—"

"Yeah, he'd be fucking lucky," Garcia mutters, still looking down miserably. 

"Yeah he would," Eddie agrees. "So I acted like an asshole because I didn't want to admit that the idea pissed me the fuck off.  And I'm sorry for that."  He waited a beat and finally, Garcia looked up and met his eyes. Eddie held his gaze, trying to make his sincerity as real as it felt to him. Garcia nodded, a sharp, short thing.  

Eddie exhaled.  "So," he said, and he felt like he was stepping off of the planned out road onto unknown wilderness. "If you're not planning to bond Yuta, and I know you're not—and if there's no one else you are planning to bond—I've been doing a lot of thinking, and I wanted to say." Jesus Christ, he's never sounded so fucking stupid, so incoherent. "I wanted to offer. I mean, I know it wouldn't work the same for us, but if you wanted—we could—Shit. Hang on, I can do this better. Lemme start over."

"Don't even," Garcia said, interrupting him. "What the hell are you even talking about? Did I ever ask you to bond with me?"

"No," Eddie says, startled. "But everyone's been coming up to me—"

"Who gives a fuck about everyone," the kid says viciously. "I don't give a shit—I'm young, bro. I got years left for all that. That's never what I was asking for. That's never what I came to you for. I am not trying to get married right now."

"Okay, then what do you want? Because I've been trying to figure it out—"

"Because you don't listen, Eddie, christ.  I want what I always fuckin' want. I want you to see me. I want your fuckin attention. I don't wanna have to ask for it. I don't wanna have to beg. When you want to fuck, I want you to come find me and hit me up. I want your fuckin room key in my pocket. I want your fuckin boys not to look at me like I'm trash in their way—"

"They don't—"

"They do," Garcia says, steamrolling right on. "I wanna see what your house looks like. I want you to come here maybe. Sometimes. You stupid fuck, I want what I wanted the whole fucking time. I want you."

"That's the stupidest thing anyone could ever want in their life," Eddie says, and his voice is cracking embarrassingly. "But. If you do. Danny, you got me."  

He doesn't know who moved first. Later, he wouldn't be able to say—and then I decided to kiss Danny. or: Danny reached for me.  

Instead, it was as if they'd crashed together somewhere in the middle. Slamming together like a fucking car wreck.  Danny gets his hand curved around Eddie's skull, pulling Eddie closer and closer while Eddie gets an arm around his shoulder, fisting a handful of Danny's shirt. "Wait," Danny says against his mouth.

"No waiting," Eddie says, backing him towards the couch. "I've been waiting—"

"But—" and then Danny's twisting out of his grasp. Eddie startles for a second, his grip going lax before he realizes that Danny's falling over the coffee table they'd been backing right over, and about to take Eddie down with him. 

They both hit the carpet, Eddie landing on his back with a grunt.  Danny snickers at him, says "fuckin' disaster," even as Eddie rolls on top of him and kisses the laughter right out of his mouth.  

"And I'm still pissed at you," Danny says, digging his fingernails into Eddie's nape. 

"Yeah?" Eddie says distractedly. "Join the fucking club." He strips Danny out of his shirt, sheds his own one-handed, nearly ripping the neck as it goes over his head. Then he's groping Danny, roughly rubbing up over his pecs, thumbing his rosy little nipples until they're stiff peaks.  Danny's like a live wire under him, squirming and shoving his tits up for more, and humping at Eddie's thigh. 

"Relax," Eddie says, and pinches Danny's nipple, making him yowl. "We got all night."

"Eat shit," Danny grouses back. "Some of us haven't gotten it in weeks."

"Where do you think I'm getting it?" Eddie says absently, admiring the flush rising up on Danny's chest. Then, startled, says, "You haven't? With anyone else?"

"Shut up," Danny tells him. "Don't get a big head."

"Too late," Eddie says, and he reaches down and unties the string on Danny's sweatpants. "My head is fuckin' huge already. You waited for me, for real?"

"Waited for you to grow the fuck up," Danny says, and shoves his hips up demandingly, begging for Eddie's hand on his cock. But Eddie feels like good behavior should get good rewards and shit, so instead, he scoots back so he's kneeling between Danny's legs.  

Danny sits up on his elbows, bemused. "Where you goin?"

"Lay back," Eddie says. "Hands over your head and keep 'em there. Don't fuckin' choke me, and if you say one word about my technique—"

"Oh shit." He complies with Eddie's orders so fuckin' fast it almost makes Eddie grin. But he's too intent on what he wants to do, and finishes stripping the pants of the kid's legs. He shoulders between Danny's thighs, and with a deep breath, licks a stripe up Danny's cock.  Danny hisses, and Eddie can see his stomach muscles trembling with the effort not to move his hips.  Good boy, he thinks, and dips his head down to fully suck Danny's cock into his mouth.

He's never done this before. Not for any particular reason—he's got no objection to giving head to either guys or girls. It's just that the guys he's been with over the years tended to be quick little hookups—handjobs exchanged in dark spaces. A quick fuck here or there. Eddie's never been one to really wanna be on his knees for anyone, so he just never has. He don't hate it though. Danny tastes good, clean, fresh. His cock is fat and heavy on Eddie's tongue, stretching his lips in an unfamiliar way.  The extra skin where his knot will pop is soft and loose under Eddie's fist and Eddie takes a second to lick at it, kissing it nice, before he goes back down.  

The kid's babbling like a maniac. Eddie can hear him begging and swearing and groaning, but he don't pay attention. It's not interesting. What's interesting right now is the way the kid's cock is starting to leak pre-come, and drips even more when Eddie dips his tongue in the slit to chase it.  He closes his eyes and takes it deep in his throat for a bit, swallowing around the unfamiliar shape. Fuck, it's good. He likes it. He likes the way it feels. 

He comes back to himself when he notices a hand on the back of his head, not pushing, not nudging. Just touching him, rubbing over his hair.  

"I thought I told you to keep your hands above your head," Eddie says hoarsely, pulling off. 

Danny sobs, says, "C'mon. I can't—"

"Pussying out already?"

"—I'm gonna come."  

Eddie blinks at him. "Okay," he says. "Not tryna brag or anything but that's the goal, so."

"C'mon."

"C'mon, what," Eddie says and then absently nips at the kid's thighs. Danny hisses and jerks under his hands, so Eddie does it again. A sweet little mark starts blooming up, right on the inside. Selfishly, he kinda hopes Danny's gotta wrestle soon, that he has to wear Eddie's mark out in the ring. 

"Eddie."

"Mm," Eddie says, and thinks about going full hog and sucking a big ass hickey there. How much would he get in trouble? Would it be worth it?  Maybe. 

"You're gonna make me say it? Are you serious right now?"

Startled, Eddie comes all the way up, sits back on his heels, and surveys the situation. Danny's red-faced, squirming, and biting his lip. His hands are back above his head, but clenched into fists. Hand to God, Eddie has to think real hard about what they were even talking about. 

"What, you don't wanna come in my mouth?" he says. "Why, you wanna get weird? Come on my face or some shit?"  

Danny's face is turning redder than hell. He looks furious, but his hands haven't moved from above his head.  

"No," Eddie says. "It's not that at all, is it?  You wouldn't mind if you shot off on your own belly, would you? You don't care about that."

The fury is turning murderous on the Danny's cute little face. Christ, Eddie loves him so much. He's crawling up over Danny's body before he can stop it, pressing his wrists to the carpet, kissing him deep. 

"You don't care where you come, as long as I'm in you, is that right?" Eddie says, when he lets the kid take a breath again. "My cock, my knot. Is that what you want?"  

Danny nods. He looks almost drugged now, sweet and pink and dazed. 

Eddie kisses him once as a reward, and then again because Eddie likes him so much. "Okay," he says. "Anything you want, honey. I got you." Eagerly, Danny squirms over onto his stomach, presenting, waiting. Like a little feast, all for Eddie. All for the taking. Eddie gives him a little slap to pink up his sweet skin, then spreads him open and pushes inside. 

It's been a bit since he's had this. Maybe he could have forgotten what it was like. Maybe if Danny had never let him in the front door, he would have gone home telling himself it wasn't really that good. It wasn't much at all. 

He woulda been a fuckin' liar. Fucking into Danny is like fucking into silk, but hot. Like fucking into liquid gold but sweeter. He can't make sense of it, at all. 

Danny's groaning his head off like Eddie's the one showing him a good time. Like getting it like this is what he'd been wanting, been missing. Absolutely fuckin' insane. Eddie gets a hand around one of Danny's thighs and hauls it up so he can get even deeper. 

It makes no sense that Danny likes it so much, wants it so much from Eddie, but if he does—Eddie's gonna give it to him right. He's gonna do the best job he can possibly fuckin' do. 

He kisses Danny on the back of his neck.  "You like it? This what you wanted?"

"Yeah," Danny says. He's got one hand curled into the carpet, his nails clinging on like the kid's trying to grab hold of something. His mouth is hanging open, and the noises he's making. It's unreal. This whole day has been unreal.  

"Gonna give you anything you want, honey," Eddie says and kisses him on his shoulder. "Anything you ask for, anything you need. Anything. I'm gonna give it to you. Always."  

Danny makes a soft, wild, little sound and shoves his face into his folded arm, and well. Eddie can't be having that.  "You don't believe me?" he says, trying to pull Danny's arm away from his face. "You think I'm still gonna fuck you over?" 

"You don't have to say this shit—" Danny gasps, resisting him. "Just—say the regular stuff—"  

"The regular—? Christ, no."  Eddie can't be having this. He pulls out too fast, making Danny cry out. Eddie doesn't care. He got business to attend to.  

He grabs him by the hips and flips him over onto his back, almost getting kicked in the head for the trouble. "Watch it," he warns, muscling back between Danny's thighs.  Danny doesn't say anything but he groans, deep and loud when Eddie gets back inside. 

Eddie slides back up the kid's body, and looks at him. Danny's face is—Eddie doesn't know exactly. His cheeks are beet red, and his hairline is sweaty.  His  pupils are blown up nice and big. The expression on his face is complicated—muleish, impatient, anxious.  

Then Danny realizes Eddie's just staring at him. "You gonna move any time soon?" he says snidely.  "Or what, you want my hands above my head first?"  

"No," Eddie says, but he does start moving, slowly. He touches the kid's face, kisses him. "You really don't believe me."

"I told you already I got time before all that—" 

"I heard you," Eddie says. "And when I ask you to marry me again, you'll fuckin' know it. That's not what I'm saying. Baby, c'mon, tell me you know you got me."

"Could get you a little faster," Danny says, and shoves his hips down, trying to get a reaction.

"Mm," Eddie says. "Maybe when I think you're hearing me."  He moves his hand to Danny's hairline, smoothes the kid's bangs out of his face. "I make a lotta fuckin' mistakes in this world, a whole lot of 'em.  But I don't make the same one twice. Sweetheart, I'm not going anywhere."

Danny scoffs, but it's weak, thready. "I heard you."

"No, you didn't. Hey— look at me. Hey." He fucks him a few times, slow and easy, until Danny gives up and looks at him.  "I see you now. I see who you are. I ain't gonna hurt you—or at least, not like that."

Danny makes another weak strange noise, almost a laugh. "So what? In a different way instead—?"

"Probably," Eddie admits. "That's life, man, and you chose a real fuckin' dirtbag. But I'm like fuckin' herpes, dude. You're stuck with me. I'm not going anywhere." "Don't say herpes while you're fucking me," Danny says, but he sounds a little different, saying it. Looks a little shocked. 

"Whatever, dude," Eddie says. "You believe me? For real, babe. I'm here. You got me now." He kisses him, long enough that he feels light-headed when he pulls back. "Do I got you?"  

"Hmm?" Danny says distractedly, chasing after Eddie's mouth.

Eddie holds off, but snaps his hips, giving it the way Danny likes it. "I've been making a lotta declarations to you, and I ain't heard shit back."

Danny's gaze sharpens, and he gives Eddie a look. "I've been obvious. Don't tell me the whole company doesn't know where I stand. It's been humiliating."

"Aww—"

"Do you know," Danny says, glaring at him. "That Taz told me to keep my head up the other day? Taz, Eddie. Taz told me not to let you get me down."

"Yeah, you had it bad," Eddie says, and wraps a hand around Danny's cock. "Still wanna hear it though."

Danny's cute little body goes tense underneath him, abs quivering. "Hear what."

"Mm," Eddie says, giving him a loose, easy stroke. "I told you I'm gonna give it to you whenever you want it, whenever you need it. You gonna let me?"

"Yeah," Danny says tightly, trying to thrust up into Eddie's grip. 

Eddie rewards him by starting to fuck him again, letting the jostles of his hips shove Danny's cock through the tight circle of his fingers.  "Yeah?" he says. "You're gonna let me take care of you? Let me be good to you? I ain't been good to nobody in a long time. I might not be real good at it right away. You gonna let me try?"

"Eddie, c'mon. You know—"

"Tell me," Eddie says, and he can feel his knot starting to blow, catching on Danny's rim on every outstroke. Danny starts to whine, catching his legs around Eddie's waist to keep him in. "Tell me," he says again, coaxingly, running his thumb down the underside of Danny's cock. 

"You're such an asshole," Danny says and almost sobs when Eddie drags the knot deliberately roughly out. "I'm yours, you fuck. You know I am."

"Mine?" Eddie says and he drops Danny's cock in favor of getting his knees under him, really pounding Danny.  "You wanna be mine? Mine to fuck, mine to take care of?" "Yeah," Danny says, getting a hand on himself now, jerking himself ruthlessly. "You knew that."

"I'm not gonna fuck up," Eddie says. It was a stupid promise—Eddie was a fuck up, always. It didn't matter. Somehow, he'd keep it anyway. "I'm gonna love you, honey. The way you deserve."

Danny hissed, looking at him with big, dark eyes. He was close, Eddie could tell. That was okay, Eddie was close too. He was gonna knot Danny, pin him still, fill him to bursting, kiss him about it.  Then maybe he'd take him to a real bed, eat him out, then do it again. They didn't have to be nowhere for days. They had all the time in the world. 

His orgasm was licking in the space of his spine, and the knot was insistent now, too big to pull out. Eddie laced his hands over Danny's, jerking him off together. "Tell me again," he says. 

Danny makes a bratty face. "If I knew you were gonna be so needy—" Then he tenses up and groans, shooting up all over their linked fingers. "Fuck. C'mon, Eddie. You know I've always been yours."

"Yeah," Eddie says with satisfaction, kissing him, his own finish heartbeats away. "Don't worry sweetheart. This is how it's gonna be now. This is how it's always gonna be."  Danny smiled at him, big, sweet, happy, his eyes bright and shining. His heart trustingly in Eddie's big dumb clumsy hands. "I'm gonna take care of you," he said, his voice embarrassingly hoarse. "I'm gonna do it right now. I'm not gonna fuck it up."

"I know," Danny said. "Eddie, I know."

[stormyoceans]

FMK is fun, let's do more and you still have to be honest

Fuck, marry, kill: Puen (Vice Versa), Mhok (Last Twilight), Wai (Bad Buddy)

I PANICKED FOR A SOLID HOUR AFTER SEEING THIS BUT I THINK I GOT MY FINAL ANSWER

fuck: mork

marry: puen

kill: wai

i think wai is a very interesting character tbh but i just.. wouldn't want to either fuck or marry him ;;;;;;; i would have picked the secret fourth option (be his bestie and give him free therapy) but we do not cheat during honesty 'hour' so. SORRY WAI YOU GOTTA GO

i do feel like mork and puen could be easily interchangeable in this case but you know. mork also looks like THAT and i don't care what anyone says, puen is one of the most loving characters i've ever seen and would make marriage fun while also being your rock during difficult times SO IM SORRY TALAY BUT IM STEALING YOUR MAN (jk im just third wheeling their relationship since i would marry them both anyway)

[fevertowrite]

Hi so I was the one who sent the ask about taking requests and if you're interested here's my ask: Ok so you know how donnie disguises himself to go tech club with the purple dragons? So how about one where mikey disguises himself too so he can go to art class since he loves art. And one day he comes back to the lair looking down and all his brothers notice. He tells them that he's being picked on in class because of his art by an obnoxious classmate. And after he does so his bros look ready to throw down, with raph punching a training dummy straight in half, donnie trying to air-strike the kids house and leo ominously sharpening his swords. Just an idea I'd love to see but please don't rush if you decide to do it.

When Mikey goes up to Donnie and asks him about signing up for an art class, Donnie hesitates.

"It didn't really work out for me," Don shrugs in a monotone voice, "they're now my sworn enemies." And it's true when he did disguise himself to appeal to the humans and get into some tech club, he now cringes; the Purple Dragons turned out to be evil. So maybe it was just shit luck on his end.

"Okay, but Dee," Mikey starts, "you don't understand, I want to grow as an artist, and I feel limited with my art skills without a teacher."

And Donnie wants to tell him that his art is perfectly fine, but as someone who's into tech, he wishes he could blab about it with someone who understands – like the Purple Dragons, he thinks to himself, and maybe even learn more. But, of course, he's already good at his skill, but another opinion wouldn't be so bad. So, he gets Mikey in a way.

Maybe April can help with this, sign up for the class under her name, and he'd disguise himself.

"Okay, I'll talk to April and see what we can do."

"Ohmigosh, thanks, Dee!" Mikey goes into a hug, but Donnie doesn't hug back; he just gives him a faltered smile.

X

With Donnie and April's help, they manage to get Mikey into this class in her high school. April said something about how she's supposed to take art for credit but didn't actually want to, so she's happy that Mike can take it for her.

But of course, Mike has to disguise himself. He's wearing his signature orange hoodie and has the hood over his head. In addition, he has these neon green joggers and red crocs; they're Raph's and fit a little too big for him, but he has them in sports mode, and they don't look too bad on him. He's also wearing a neon orange mask like the other kids have to wear during class; thanks to Rona, he has a clip holding it back since he technically has no ears. But he's happy they have to wear masks, so he can hide from the other kids.

 He sits in the back of the class and limits himself from talking. He came to learn, not socialize. As much as he'd love to, he reminds himself he's not human, and they're not like April. The kids will freak out if they found out.

But he's slowly accepted in the class; despite being the "quiet kid," his art is excellent, and his teacher, Ms. Estrada, always puts up the kids' artwork one by one to talk and critique it.

Mike comes to find out that he does more graffiti-style street art. It's never criticized and quite accepted by Estrada. He feels more confident in his work.

X

"How was your class, Miguel," Leo asks behind a comic book, looking over at him.

"Good," Mike answers, pulling down his mask, "Ms. Estrada likes my style!"

"Sounds good, Hermano," Leo looks away and goes back to reading, and Mike sits next to him, having a bunch of stories to tell him in the 40-minute class.

Leo beams, setting his comic book down to listen to his brother's ramble.

X

Coming home from class, Mike usually has all this pent-up energy. His brothers know him very well, so when he comes home, his hand is on the opposite shoulder and sagging. Raph instantly knows something wrong.

"Hey, Mikey." Raph greets his brother, but Mikey faces away from him.

"Hi." Comes the quiet voice.

Raph looks over to Leo and makes eye contact with him, eyes shifting to Mike's. Leo instantly gets up from the couch and joins him. Donnie stays behind and, on his phone, but he's there and listening.

"Hey, what's wrong?" Raph's voice is soft and in big brother mode. He bends his knees to look at Mikey better.

Mike's heart is on his sleeve; no matter how hard he tries to hide his feelings, it always bleeds through. He's kind of ashamed; he thought he could handle this himself.

"I think a kid is being rude to me." He wants to say bullying, but it sounds so cliché.

Donnie stops and looks up from his phone.

"Who's being rude to you?" He asks before Raph and Leo can.

"I – I don't know, really. I think this kid is, but he doesn't say anything to me. When Estrada shows my artwork, he's pointing and laughing at it." Mike still won't make eye contact, and he feels the tension in the air. But he continues, "at first, I thought he was laughing with me, so I'd chuckle too, but then he'd stop. After a few times of showing my artwork, I realized he's making fun of my art, and maybe… maybe me?" He shrugs half-heartedly. He feels the tears threatening to spill, but he's holding it back, but he can't control his voice wavering.

"Mikey, hey…" Raph puts a hand on his shoulder and looks ready to say something. Leo beats him to the punch.

"Why don't we go and teach this kid a lesson?" Leo says dramatically, punching his fist on his palm.

"Leo." Raph threatens, "he's like 14; we can't just beat him up."

"No, no," Donnie interrupts, "I agree with Leon. Violence is the answer."

"Donnie," he hisses, but he wants to teach this kid not to mess with their brother.

"Guys, guys. It's okay." Mike wipes off a tear, "this is just…new to me."

"It shouldn't even be happening to you," Raph tells him, and Donnie's wielding his tech bo glaringly with a chainsaw sticking out.

"Donnie." Raph threatens again.

Donnie turns off the chainsaw, but he still has his bo in his hands. "Look, this punk kid will continue unless we do something."

"I think I have an idea," Leo says, a smile on his face.

Raph's not sure what his idea is and doesn't want to know. All he knows is that the next day, the three of them focused solely on Mike's bully.

X

Raph throws a hard punch at the dummy in the dojo. It swings, creaking under momentum, and comes back to him. He punches again, and this time, the dummy falls to the ground with a broken chain.

"Cool it, Hermano," Leo tells him, sharpening his Odachi; the smell of honing oil is strong, and Raph picks up the discarded dummy.

"Sorry," Raph says half-heartedly, he tries to put the chain back on, but it's broken. He sighs, frustration wrinkled on his forehead.

Leo lifts his Odachi from the whetstone, looking over to Raph. "Donnie can fix that," he tells him, "But you losing your cool can't."

Raph nods heavily; he hates seeing Mikey upset. He'd rather try and lift a school bus than see his brother sad. When Raph was appointed leader, he told himself he'd protect his brothers, but this? A grade B bully? They all are wearing their disguises, it only being 10 in the morning, Mike’s class is starting soon.

Mikey enters the dojo and sees the fallen dummy and Leo sharpening his Odachi. "You guys…" He pleads quietly, tired and over it, "you don't have to."

"Oh, sweet child," Leo looks over glaringly, "but we will."

Mikey sometimes is thankful for his brothers; it may be meddling, maybe a little petty, for the younger one to bring his big brothers to rescue him. But he's thankful. Donnie comes out of nowhere, mumbling and typing on his sleeve, asking for the kid's name to target him. Mike can barely hear what Donnie's saying, but he knows he heard something about an airstrike and laughs.

Mikey looks over at them and smiles. He knows his brothers have his back.

The poor kid doesn't even know what's coming.  

[dollsuguru]

hi hi! you can ignore this but i was really curious about your writing process?? you just write so well and i’m curious to see how your work starts from an idea all the way to the finished product!!!

the way my jaw DROPPED rn like omfg are you talking to ME??? I’M SHOOK PLEASE YOU ARE WAY TOO KIND AND SO GENEROUS 😭 my writing sucks ASS but thank you SO much you’re so sweet <333 i can try & let you know my process but tbh baby i do NOT have one 😭 but i’ll try to think of something 😭 also i’ll try to be as thorough/concise as possible but i’m sorry if i tangent! ALSO this’ll be long bc i’m a yapper so forgive me <3

1) everyone is different but in my case i have a tendency to ALWAYS think of new ideas for writing (at least for geto!) find a character that you can consistently think of ideas for bc they’ll serve as practice! also i JUST started writing a month or two ago so i, myself, am STILL practicing with every fic & i am always willing to learn!

most importantly, i write based off my whim! whatever idea has me in its clutches is the idea i’m writing for, even if that means i’m leaving other fic ideas in the dust at the moment! i recommend creating a list of fic ideas and save it as a draft (can be a wip list or literally just a random list depending on how many ideas you have!) — for those i tend to jot down random dialogue, vibes i wanna express, plot points i really wanna show, the personality of geto or reader, & whatever randomly comes to mind pertaining to that fic! i write it all down!

2) it honestly changes between fic to fic but i recommend asking for requests in the beginning — even writing just ONE thing will give you practice/an idea! so here are some examples of what i’ve written so far:

- the first thing i wrote was a request for suguru being obsessed w satoru’s girlfriend. the way i started that fic was thinking of the feeling that suguru would ultimately feel which was “guilt, shame, & desire.” and then i… personified? each thing! at first i personified guilt as an arachnid crawling in suguru’s throat but it didn’t work as well for me… and then i thought, “how about a serpent?” and it flowed much better -> slithering down his throat, embedding his fangs into his flesh leaving it raw, mangled, & bloody -> roaming across his heart/ribcage. and for that, and this may sound silly but i SWEAR by it, look up SYNONYMS for words on google! “dances along his bones -> pirouetting across his bones” i think little nods like that can help you not sound too similar all the time or like you’re constantly repeating yourself! shame was expressed in alcohol (amber whiskey ties into his amber eyes as well) & desire was expressed within the flicker of a lighter reader gave him which he holds in his hands (he imagines the cold metal as reader’s hands, which he ends up holding in his warm ones at the end)

- second fic “black is the color of my true love’s hair” was my first time writing a fic and that was because i wanted to write something for v-day & i really love this song! music can be a great inspiration — same w song lyrics! but for that one i had a few ideas i KNEW i wanted to use (knuckle kisses, stargazing, depressive suguru who reader gives a bath to/has a heart to heart with, and reader making a scrapbook for suguru!) he may be ooc but also i’m not afraid of making suguru be soft and quirky, i think that makes him fun! have FUN w different facets of your favorite characters personalities! also personally, i hate when readers don’t have personality/are always too shy/can’t banter/are too serious so i try to make my readers have a personality that align w the fic!

now for the knuckle kisses i knew what i wanted to do and i think that part came pretty easy! just a bit of revising as i was writing so i could be more descriptive in certain areas, change my wording around so it’d be less clunky in others! stargazing idea was incredibly hard & so was the scrapbook… so here’s advice i have for you that SAVED my ass. now. if you just wrote random writing in your drafts, whether it was just stream of consciousness that has nothing to do with the fic or was just a random piece of dialogue you jotted down — DO NOT DELETE IT. two parts of my fics were from RANDOM writing i wrote that had NOTHING to do w a romance fic and with a BIT of tweaking it gave so many ideas/serviced my story perfectly!

ex: i had zero idea of how to start the stargazing part so i just wrote the part i knew i wanted, which would’ve been in the middle of the story! aka reader buying the star for suguru and him being Shook To The Core. i was wondering how the hell i think of the events leading up to that, and one day i randomly just wrote “you zig-zag around the counter like a bumbling fawn” bc i was brainstorming ideas for the fic but was like… this has no place in my story BUT i didn’t delete it i just kept the draft. THEN i was like… wait this can work… so i used it as my beginning to the stargazing section and it flowed wonderfully! same w the scrapbook section! i wrote a series of dialogue that i ACTUALLY intended to use in an angst where reader despises suguru in their relationship, but with a bit of tweaking and deleting parts of reader being apathetic and suguru being toxic, it ended up being a great series of showing suguru’s overthinking nature/his genuine love for reader!

also maybe i do this unintentionally but i usually have a focus into suguru’s thought processes more in my fics… maybe bc i’m just curious abt him more than anything LMAO so that can be useful i think! if you’re like wow i have no idea how to write for my reader, write for suguru!

- third story was a request (shoutout bestie rem 🤝🤭) who gave such a cool idea of twisted suguru watching reader grieve him for leaving. now it wasn’t an actual haunting bc reader & geto are both alive, but i still used words of that nature to express them haunting e/o’s thoughts (mourning, ghost, corporeal phantom, living rigor-mortis etc…) the first thing i wrote for this fic was “prostrate yourself” — a tie-in to cult leader geto & also his confusing feelings about/towards reader. i also wanted to show bleakness so i mentioned suguru likening himself to a plague & a calamity. also don’t be afraid to show the ugly parts of a character — suguru is a bit callous in this but he’s still human and has a push & pull w/in himself! this fic i really tried my hardest to do a “show not tell” for certain paragraphs (bc i personally have trouble with that/dialogue/imagery/descriptions/engaging writing) — so i would constantly go into my “writing tips” tag and try and heed the advice they give!

sorry i don’t think i was of much help bc honestly i do NOT have a process 😭 even when writing my current fic about curator!geto — i just outlined OOOOOH WAIT OKAY HOLD ON YUP MIDTHOUGHT AND NOW I’M JUST PROPERLY ANSWERING YOUR QUESTION 😭

BITCHXHXHBXBX I FORGOT. OUTLINE!!!!!!! THAT’S WHAT YOU WERE LOOKING FOR THIS WHOLE TIME AND I WAS JUST YAPPING AWAY FOR NO REASON I’M SOOOOOOOOOO SORRY OMFGGGGGGG OKAY SO 😭

curator!geto is the FIRST time i’m PROPERLY outlining a fic (so actually i didn’t do anything wrong pleek don’t beat my ass for yapping 😪) so basically since this is the first time i’m outlining i made sure to write the premise of the fic, characters & their jobs, their personalities, their place of work/interactions/relationships there and then also how they would meet! so i wrote how i wanted suguru & reader to meet, a few pieces of random dialogue, and then i also wrote about how they would later on be more romantic (in what way). i’m currently trying to think of a conflict and just now thought of an idea that i may or may not use but i wrote it down anyways! and this is the first fic where i’m properly paying attention to “show not tell” and trying to describe words/paragraphs with more imagery! (esp since it’s an artsy/visual fic!) tbh the “writing tips” tag on my blog will help you more than anything i can say 😭

also! i recommend looking up writing tips and also reading a bunch of fics that you like! my mutuals have some of the BEST fics i have EVER read and reading them is honestly a masterclass in itself of amazing writing/prose/how to flow a story wonderfully! i’m just a beginner so i have lots to learn still about fic-writing BUT just think of each fic as a stepping stone to getting better! write, post, but don’t overwhelm yourself/force yourself to finish a fic you have no ideas for. it’s okay if it takes time but also remember that it won’t ever be perfect so don’t let “perfectionism” stop you from posting your fics! someone will always read it — whether they rb, like, comment, or are a silent reader — someone will take the time out of their day to read your fic! and honestly don’t get caught up on numbers! i’m soooooo thankful that people read my fics & leave tags even if i think my writing sucks! it’s all in good fun at the end of the day! enjoy it however you can and i’m sure you yourself are an amazing writer! good luck bestie! <3

[heavywithplot]

I just want you to know!!!

I keep seeing you say "The plot's so convoluted I'm worried people will get lost"

IT IS GREAT. YOUR WRITING IS AWESOME. THE PLOT IS FANTASTIC.

I'm also the kind of writer who likes putting in a lot of plot, but getting to read that much plot?? It's so much fun !!!!!!!

When I saw you were back, I was like, "Yes!!! This one!!! I've missed this one!!!"

Anyway, please write more. I love it so much <3 <3 <3

oh this is so 🥺🥺 I legit got emotional reading this, thank you!!! it's really reassuring to hear that all of the extra worldbuilding that goes on in my head is fun for someone else to read 🥺🥰

[marnz]

This is not gonna be super helpful, but the skillset you described is pretty useful anywhere so don't undersell it - e.g. I'm a mechanical engineer and while there is also a lot of physics and math understanding involved the core of every good engineering organization I've been in are the systems engineers that get to know who's working what components, what's important to them, and mediating any conflicting priorities that result. Less personality based than what you may be used to, but just an example (I'm not suggesting you go to engineering school; it pays well afterwards but is *rough*).

anon this is really helpful and interesting...like for example my dad was an electrical and mechanical engineer and really wanted me to be an engineer but while I am not super interested how items work, I am more interested in how systems work?? Or organizations?? Sometimes I feel like the thinking is the same whether it's an engine or an agency. The mosaic is very important to me in that regard, but this isn't a skill I know how to articulate well on my resumé. I admit that I do use this skill in my current job (paralegal) but not as often as I would like. is there a job that's a systems engineer for people?? i will have to research