#BUT YEAH K CHALLENGE UH. 2 OF 3!

[safyresky]

Scrimbly Jacqueline 36/52: tfw you sacrifice yourself to save a pal from experiencing The Horrors™ too early and fucking up the ENTIRE timeline

She's seen the time fracture in action. She knows exactly what it wants to do. And she knows exactly what she needs to do. The moment she sees the fracture zero in on Lucy, she's running. She drops her staff (it disappears before it even hits the ground) and relies on her instincts. Shoves her hands back as the summer sprite glamour falls. The snow jumps up to aid her, but it's not enough, it's not enough, she needs to use her full power set or it'll be too late and Lucy— She grits her teeth. No. No. She's not gonna let that happen. The snow pushes her forward as she reaches up and tears the simple silver bangle with the small hourglass charm off her wrist, tossing it down into the snow behind her. The second glamour drops. Her powers are at her full disposal once again and she is flying across the battlefield, piercing blue eyes set on the large, dark, fragment hovering dangerously above Lucy. She'll make it, but only just. "Wait!" "What are you doing?!?" "J—Winnie! Winnie, STOP." She ignores every single warning. Mel, Jack, and her Lucy fall on deaf ears as she closes the gap between the splintered piece of time and pre-Horrors Lucy. "This is gonna hurt like a bitch," she says, and springs off her pile of snow like a diver jumping the high dive, arms out, crashing right into Lucy as the fracture hits her right in the back. It's breathtaking. Literally. She can't breath. Pain blossoms. In sharp succession. Onetwothree (all THREE?? REALLY? FOR FUCK'S SAKE, she thinks) shink-shink-shink and she is bleeding, she is bleeding so so bad but Lucy is tucked up against her and is safe, she's in one piece and she is there and she is okay. They fall to the floor with a thud, rolling for a moment. She grabs the snow, stopping herself, letting Lucy go. The redhead rolls once more before managing to stop herself and sit up on her knees, watching with horror as 'Winnie' pushes herself up. A puddle of blood is quickly spreading around her, and in the distance, Mel and the other Lucy are panicking, frazzled, wands out and at the ready as they rush across the field towards them. Blood seeps between her fingers. She coughs; a dribble of red creeps out the corner of her mouth. She moves her right hand away from her chest, blood glistening against her pale palm. She winces. Her left hand is still holding her stomach tightly, glowing a light blue now. There is a sharp cracking sound as ice blossoms across her stomach, a feeble attempt to stop the bleeding. Lucy can't help but let out a sharp gasp. She looks up at her, then; a sharp, piercing blue gaze, concern lining her features. She coughs; blood splatters. "Are you okay, Luce?" Lucy doesn't say anything. She is transfixed, staring at the blue eyes, the very very familiar blue eyes. She thinks back to that familiar warm presence, acutely felt as she sought to help Jack. The warm presence that had returned every time she was near older Lucy's friend. "Jacqueline?!"

I think this is number 3?? Of 5?? Of the @kscribbs suggestions! This one is delightfully angsty. I've mentioned before about how I bug her about a "The Forgiven" AU that involves ML Lucy and Jacqueline time travelling and nonsense ensuing? Yeah! This is where this is from 🤭🤭🤭

Quick Facts:

Mel knows from the get-go who Jacqueline is. Lucy, as well, but that's because she doesn't really need to disguise herself the way Jacqueline does!

The pair of them pop into this timeline to take care of a time fracture that escaped from their timeline, and immediately get their asses handed to them bc it was stronger than either of them expected—the question is, why?

They go to Mel after that immediate defeat and stay with her while they figure things out

They both have a glamour to appear younger; the little bangle I describe? FT gives it to them to help with said glamour and make their powers seem not as advanced as they are, since they're trying to appear the same age as Forgiven!Lucy

Jacqueline has a second glamour she wove into her staff to make her appear more summer spritey than winter spritey. Since she's dead in this universe, she disguises herself as a summer sprite and goes by Winnie (short for Winifred, she claims, and definitely NOT Winter which is definitely NOT her middle name because she's definitely NOT a very alive and well Jacqueline from another universe) for reasons. Which I have. But am too sleepy today to elaborate on, lol.

Forgiven!Jack and Lucy are sus but Jacqueline is okay at keeping her true identity on the DL, probably bc Lucy and Mel are a HUGE help with that bc let's be real, Jacqueline ain't SLICK

They drag her to the Springs and then CS General after this. She is a terrible patient and her non-existence causes problems in CSG and so does she

But she'll be okay! :)

Forgiven!Lucy finds out who she is after THAT stunt; Jacqueline asks her not to tell Jack while she's bleeding out so, y'know, given the whole bleeding out thing, Lucy agrees (for now)

Jack finds out a few days later after Jacqueline does more dumb shit bc post hospital visit, she gets fed up and misses her wife and kids (that's milf jacquie babes!) and is like I WILL GO FIND THE SPLINTER MYSELF and learns VERY VIOLENTLY why the splinter is so much more powerful than they expected!

Ends up on Jack's couch with a magic shortage and it all goes down then >:)

hmm...I think I'll leave you with that!

Will I ever fully write this thing? I don't know! It's fun to theorize and entertain K with, and this drabble sure was fun, but my GOD her writing is so fucking GOOD I don't think I could match the gorgeous style at all! Please read Miller's Law if you get the chance, it's so so SO GOOD! And The Forgiven, which is an alternate ending to the Jacqueline Dies AU! Which you can find Part 1 of, Blood Upon the Snow, HERE and Part 2: Ghosts of the Past, HERE.

(Like the titles? I've been trying to name that sucker for AGES. Still not totally sold on Part 2's title, but for now it works :)

Design wise, I bugged K for what she thought ML!Lucy would look like at this point as well as Forgiven!Lucy, and she showed me some lovely little doodles and I based them off of those! I really like oldML!Lucy's design a LOT! Look how cool her hair is!

Perspectives and proportions are all off but! A) this is a SCRIMBLY! I'm not supposed to THINK about that sorta stuff! That was the POINT to them! And B) I'm only just starting to refine doodles and it's baby steps! Practise makes perfect!

Colours wise, I am going to fistfight the purples I used for older Luce bc they looked lighter based on the caps and the test lines and when I used them? YEAH. NO. WAY DARKER! IT'S TWO DIFFERENT SHADES AND YOU CAN'T EVEN TELL!!! One day, I'll have a full set of the alcohol based markers I like and THEN I won't HAVE that problem, IN THEORY! AH. And Mel's SHIRT is too YELLOW! GRAHHHHHHHH.

Right. So. This is the FIRST September scrimble! One more and I am caught up to where I should be next week! And I PROMISE the next two are gonna be so cute and fluffy and silly I SWEAR!

[goldessia]

RUINED REPUTATION — k. bkg x assistant reader

sum. katsuki bakugo is the #1 professional hero. because of this, he built an agency, and wound up hiring an assistant to help him with publicity and to do majority of his paperwork for him... something he didn’t expect was for that assistant to be so damn attractive.

warnings. smut, mdni! power imbalance (implied), slight degration, risky / quickie, scandal, sort of slowburn, reader had a small quirk (can manipulate small doses of water), intoxication, smut in later parts.

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 (wip)

a/n. ty to @cafekitsune for the borders / dividers!

“YOU do know the risks, right?” my room-mate, mina, says, “i mean, i went to school with bakugo. he’s not a very.. nice person, and publicly placing yourself as his assistant could make you a target.”

i nod. “i know that.” i say, stuffing some things into my purse, “but i need this job. i love you, mina, but right now we kind of need the extra income. we’re not getting much with your job.”

she groans in frustration, “i know! but, all the villains lately just aren’t compatible with my quirk, so i’ve been leaving it to the others..” she sighs, rubbing her face.

“yeah, i know.” i say, slinging my purse over my shoulder, “it’ll just be temporary until you get back on your roll.”

“more like temporary because dynamight’ll kill you before that.” she snorts.

picking up my keys, i scoff, “i’m sure he’s not that bad. maybe he’s just a stressed out person!”

“sure. just come home in one piece, alright?” she chuckles, taking a sip of her cold coffee.

i roll my eyes and step out the door, finding my car and opening my phone for the directions to the agency.

the agency was easy enough to find — right in the middle of town with a sign in bright, orange colours: “the dynamight agency”.

i guess when you’re the #1 hero you don’t have to be scared to be found. in fact, looking at the giant building, i suspect he wants to be found; to be challenged, and to show them why he has the title of number one hero.

..and i also suspect this guy needs a serious ego check.

but i couldn’t lie and say i didn’t feel nervous. anxiety rushed through me, daring to glue me to this spot and not enter the building.

despite this, i walk through the front doors accidentally pushing a pull door and make my way to the front-desk where a pretty woman sits with two body guards beside her.

“hi,” i whisper, “i’m uh, here for the interview.. for the assistant?”

“oh! yes, you’re right on time.” she smiles, clicking a few buttons on her keyboard, “you’ll have to take the elevator up to the fiftieth floor, and in room A3.

“you’ll find a few of dynamight’s personnel as well as himself. he insisted on being there.. considering if you’re accepted you’ll be seeing a lot of eachother for a long while.”

my heart skips a beat.

“dynamight’s.. gonna be there?” i say, my eyes widening.

the lady hums, nodding her head like it was something normal to sit and have a talk with the number one hero.

i gulp, but mutter a, “thank you,” walking toward the elevators while clutching my purse with clammy hands.

pressing the button to the fiftieth floor, i feel anxiety rush through me. who was i thinking, applying for this job? i can’t handle being the assistant to dynamight!

i groaned, slapping my forehead as the reality finally set in.

i should’ve just listened to mina, and applied for some desk job or something. i figured, why not go above and beyond?

i’m so stupid!

ding!

the elevator doors open, and about a gazillion people rush into the elevator muttering nonsense to eachother or into their phones. majority held a briefcase — some are just holding loose papers, clutching onto them like their life depends on it.

i’m suddenly pushed to the back, and i try to mutter a few “excuse me”s, but to no avail — none of them could hear me, too zoned out in their own realities to care.

i was trapped.

suddenly i hear an explosion. a minor one, but undeniable.

my heart skips out of my chest. was there a villian? i’m in an elevator with fifteen people! i’m so dead. what was i thinking?!

“WHERE IS THAT DAMN ASSISTANT?” a voice screams, becoming louder by the second. “she’s late!”

“i’m sorry, dynamight, but it’s only been two minut-“

“SHUT UP! i didn’t ask you.” dynamight’s voice is now clearly in-front of us.

and then, i see him.

he’s tall, menacing — still in his hero costume that i recognize seeing on television when i was a teenager, just a little changed up.

the look on his face was undeniable. red, hot anger spilled from his aura as his eyes scanned the group of frightened workers, all frozen in place and have halted their calls and conversations.

i feel myself freeze when his eyes glaze over me, before halting. his eyes narrow, before he lifts a hand and points.

“you.” he says. “‘cmere, will ya?”

everyone’s eyes flick to me. i gulp, before nodding and slowly trying to make my way through the crowd.

“well, move out her damn way then!” dynamight hisses, and suddenly i see a path in front of me where there used to be people.

i take a deep breath, and with newfound confidence i walk forward, never breaking my eyes from his as i find myself beside him.

he snorts.

turning on his heel, he begins walking. hesitantly, i start walking beside him. he gives me a quick glare, expecting me to dip behind him but i don’t.

like i said before: he needs an ego check, and this is it.

he scoffs. “so, you’re my new assistant, or whatever?” he says, looking ahead again.

“well, i haven’t done the interview yet. so, maybe?” i say, masking my nervousness by remaining cold still except for my legs that are struggling to keep up with the hero’s pace.

he tuts. “fuck that. you’re hired, from here on out.”

then, he stops. he stands in-front of me, and it suddenly hits me how much taller he is, as he towers over me quite easily.

“which means you’ll do as i say when i say it. you work seven days a week, doing all my boring work i don’t want to do. got it?”

“seven?” my brows furrowed, “the agency said five—“

“yeah, well i say seven.” he spits, before pushing open a door. “this is your office. i’m across the hall.

“you’ll come when i call you. you’ll be dealing with all of my publicity shit as well.”

i shift on my feet. “yes, uh… sir?” i test, cringing at my own words.

his brows furrow, and his chin tips up. “good.” he says, before turning on his heel, “my manager will send you a list of things to do. get working on it.”

with that, he walks away.

my first interaction with my new boss, dynamight, couldn’t have gone any worse.

after the first few weeks, i was spent. i’d never run around so much and dealt with such work since my first year in college.

after a long day in the office, dealing with one of dynamight’s scandals—he had hooked up with another pro hero—i finally was able to go home. it was 5:30, which meant i was already in overtime.

packing up my stuff, i push open the glass door that is my office. music played through my earphones, just a simple playlist that consisted of my favourite songs i grew up on.

“y/n.”

i hum along to the tune, scrolling on my phone as i walked toward the elevator.

“y/n?”

a notification popped up; mina had texted me asking to swing by a grocery store to pick up something for dinner.

as i begun typing a reply, i was quickly stopped when i felt a hand roughly grab my shoulder and turn me around.

my heart stops in my chest as dynamight glares over me, before ripping out my earphone and scoffing.

“i called you fifty times. next time, you’ll listen, alright?” he spits.

“you were— huh?” my brows furrow.

“fuck, are you deaf, or something?!” he stops himself, rubbing his eyes before inhaling a deep breath, “a word. in my office.”

he starts walking to his office, before i speak. “sir, i— i’m already in overtime as it is. respectfully, with your recent.. scandal, i haven’t gotten much time to rest. this is my one time to.”

his steps slowly halt. he turns, glaring with those ruby eyes straight into my soul.

“in my office, y/n. now.” he seethes, “the amount of rest you get isn’t my concern.”

maybe i would’ve gotten more rest if you learned to just keep it in your pants, i think but i do not say.

“you got a problem with my orders?” he stares, testing me, trying to provoke me.

i stare back. with a sharp inhale, i mutter a—“no, sir.” while beginning on my already aching feet.

i hear another notification on my phone.

mina

girl, where are you!! foods gonna get cold

taking a quick look to dynamight, i try to quickly type back.

me

i know, sorry, will be there shortly

mr. explosion murder is mad at me 😬

mina

oh damn

praying 4 u girl

“texting your boyfriend?” dynamight scoffs, to which i quickly put my phone away.

“oh uh— no, sir.” i clear my throat.

he looks ahead and murmurs a, “good.”

“what?”

he opens the door to his office with such force i jump, the door nearly grazing my nose. he stands in-front of it, gesturing for me to enter.

when he does, he closes the door behind him.

i try to mask my nervousness, but it’s nearly impossible—who wouldn’t be nervous to be alone in a room with dynamight?

“what’d you want to talk to me about, sir?” i ask, fixing the glasses on my nose— just a small prescription, mostly for looks since i thought they were cute.

he stalks toward the chair tucked neatly into the desk in the middle of the room. sitting on it, he gestures for me to sit as well.

hesitantly, i do, folding my hands neatly in my lap.

“the board wanted me to discuss something with you,” dynamight states, leaning back in his chair and resting his hands on his open thighs.

oh gods. what is so big that the board wanted dynamight himself to talk to me alone about? was i being fired? was my work not good enough? was —

“your clothing.” he states, “you need to dress more formally.” he looks me over, eyes gesturing to the jeans and tank-top i had on.

i blink. “you.. you pulled me in here just to talk about what i wear?”

he runs a hand over his chin, inhaling. he has a slight stubble along his jaw and neck; the result of overworking himself the past few days.

lately, i’ve noticed a spike in his working hours, working longer than he usually does and longer than he needs to.

the biggest question is: why do i feel like i need to care for dynamight?

“not necessarily.” he states, leaning forward, “i’m going across tokyo for a mission. i want you to come with me.”

“what?” my brows furrow, “why?”

he sighs, “because.. i haven’t been out outside of work since my scandal, let alone talked to the press. i need you there to handle that shit for me so i can do my job.”

i ponder with his words, “..okay. well, i’d have to check with—“

“it’s not a question. it’s your job,” dynamight’s voice suddenly turns harsh, “we’re leaving tomorrow morning. i’ll pick you up by seven.”

“but you don’t know where i—“

“i know where you live.” he says, standing, peering me over when he sees i’m confused, “it’s in your work file.” he adds.

“oh. right.” i sigh in relief, thankful he wasn’t some stalker who found out where i lived by following me home.

wait, why would he even do that in the first place? whatever..

the door opens, and i turn to see dynamight standing irritably beside it. catching up on context clues, i grab my things and rush out the room.

that is, before i’m stopped by a hand on my shoulder. he leans closer, glaring ahead of him. i can feel the heat emitting from his hand, his body, and i freeze beneath his aura.

“and y/n?” he says, “if you’re going to wear that shirt.. wear a fucking bra next time.” he seethes.

practically pushing me out the room, i feel the door slam behind me.

i feel my face flush as i peer down to my shirt — i thought i could get away without wearing one today but i guess i was wrong.

fuck. how embarrassing was that?!

mina:

u alive?

me:

FML!!!

after i had gotten home, i told mina everything. needless to say, she was shocked — “seriously? travelling across the country with bakugo?”

“yeah. and for a week!”

“oh, you’re so done for.” she snorts, “i could barely handle a few hours with that kid back in highschool, let alone be with him all day long.”

i sigh, taking a sip of my water, placing it on the counter as i jump up to sit on it.

“he’s not.. that bad.” i cringe at my own words, “just a little misunderstood.”

“oh, please.”

“serious!” i cry, taking a bite of my donut, “i mean, he is an asshole, but working alongside him isn’t so bad.

“plus, majority of time he’ll just be ripping up some villains. all i get is some sweet vacation.” i shrug.

mina spares me a look, “are you sure you don’t have some sort of crush on him, or something?”

i gasp. a harsh blush finds my cheeks, and i want to crumble in on myself. “what? no!” my voice cracks as i am quick to defend myself.

she snorts. “you’re only ever like this when you have a crush!”

“am not.” i say, hiding my face from her.

“you’re blushinggg..” she teases, “you so have a crush on him!

groaning, i jump off the counter and make my way to the couch instead of the kitchen.

“don’t try and hide it!” mina calls from the kitchen. i roll my eyes and ignore her, flicking on the television.

the news was on.

the lady on the screen speaks, “number one hero, dynamight, was seen only two days ago with a top-ten hero. rumours have speculated about the two — are they dating, or was it just a fling? here’s what we think…”

i groan. another mention of this stupid scandal was gonna make my head explode.

the press didn’t know who it was he had slept with, but i did — it was double trouble, a hero with a doubled voice quirk that could control others bodies.

i always thought she was cool. standing at fourth place, she was a well known pro-hero in the area.

and also known to be happily married with two kids.

so why, on earth, did dynamight have to sleep with her? he had to be stupid to, she was pretty, but he really needed to get better with his publicity skills.

being the cause of an affair wasn’t getting better at it.

and if any information got out of it being double trouble, he’d not only have ruined his reputation but ruined double troubles life.

so, i spent the last week making sure every last bit of this scandal was wrapped up and sealed away. everything on the internet, security cameras, was wiped out of the world.

turning on one of my favourite shows, i set down my phone and get comfortable on the couch.

finally, i could relax.

and slowly, but surely, i fall into a slumber.

..

nearly an hour later, i hear a knock at the door. i groan, annoyed my sleep was disrupted and even more annoyed someone decided to knock on my door at midnight.

“can’t i just get one night of peace?” i mumble to myself as i push myself off the couch, fixing the tank-top strap on my shoulder.

walking to the door, i run a hand through my hair to attempt to tame the wild mess caused by sleep.

i open it, the door creaking as i did, peeking my head out the door. and…

i see no other thank katsuki bakugo, better known as dynamight.

he’s clutching the side of his torso, clutching the doorframe as he attempts to keep himself up.

he looks up, cheeks flushed, wearing casual wear — well, casual until you see the giant blood stain ruining his white tee shirt.

“i.. i didn’t know where else to go.”

[venusjaynie]

wish you were sober

Pairing: College!Frat!Bucky x Fem!reader

summary: you've had a crush on your roommate, Bucky, for a while, and after rescuing him from a party while he's drunk for what feels like the 1000th time, you finally admit your feelings.

Content Warning: friends with feelings situation, sexual tension, strong language, pet-names (angel, baby etc.), alcoholism, drunk bucky, parties, angst, fluff, mentions of puking (no actual puking)

word count: 2k

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"C'mon, Angel, please come with us?" Bucky asks, tugging on your arm. You roll your eyes, yet a playful smile toys at your lips.

"I said no, Buck. If you wanna go, then go. No one's stopping you. But I'm not going. I don't wanna deal with a tequila drunk Bucky Barnes all night." You tell him, gently removing your hand from his grip. His face falls immediately.

"I promise I won't get drunk this time. I swear I-" He's cut of by a loud laugh from Sam.

"Bullshit! You know as well as I do that you won't last 10 minutes before you're wasted, Barnes." Sam says. You agree.

"See Bucky, even Sam agrees. I'm tired. I'm not going, and that's final." You tell him, defiantly. "And don't you have that biology exam tomorrow?"

"I already studied for that! If you don't wanna come that's fine, but I swear I won't get drunk." Bucky remarks, a pointed look on his face.

"Even if I'm not there?" You ask.

"Even if you aren't there." You eye him suspiciously, but believe him nonetheless.

"Have fun, call me if you need me, yeah?" Bucky nods in response. He looks deflated, but bids you goodbye with a kiss on the cheek which absolutely does not make you blush, despite Sam's insistence that it in fact, does.

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Turns out, you not going to the party was not final. After a few hours of you watching TV in the living room of you apartment, Bucky calls you, begging you to come and pick him up.

30 minutes and 3 rounds of shots, which you did not participate in, later, you're taking care of an extremely drunk Bucky. He smiling stupidly at you and is babbling about nonsense, while you try to coax him into the car.

"You'll never guess what Wanda said to Sharon-" He cuts off his own sentence with drunken laughter.

"Bucky- just get in- Jesus Christ, would you sit down and put the seatbelt on, please?" You say as you shove him into the car, being mindful of his head.

"And then-" He, again, interrupts himself with giggles. "And then Sam- he spilled an entire bottle of vodka right down Sharon's shirt! It was so fucking funny, babe. You shoulda- You shoulda been there!" He spirals off into another giggling fit as you finally get him into the car and he lets you buckle his seatbelt. You close the passenger door with a sigh and walk to your side of the car, sitting down and starting the vehicle.

The car ride is mainly silent, save for Bucky's occasional giggling or whining about something that gone down at the party. You stay silent, keeping your eyes on the road, and even in his drunken state, Bucky can tell he's fucked up.

He thinks for a moment, not wanting to anger you any further and make the situation worse.

"Angel?" He asks, somewhat quietly. You nod. "Are you mad at me?" He almost whispers.

You don't say anything.

"You're mad." It's a statement, yet he poses it as a question. He sounds so sad, you almost feel bad for him.

"And you're drunk." You say.

"What?! No I'm not!" He replies.

You sigh, before asking, "How much did you drink tonight?"

"Uh- I did, like, 3 rounds of, uh, tequila shots. I did the keg challenge- you know the one from Stranger Things-" You cut him off with an unimpressed look. He chuckles nervously, but continues. "That's irrelevant. I had, maybe, 2 cups of Jack and coke..." He trails off as you stop at a red light and turn to face him.

You sigh. "You promised, James." His eyes widen at the use of his first name, and he immediately knows he fucked up.

"I know I did. M'sorry. I just got carried away... again." He sends a resentful look in your direction. You turn away from him. The lights turn green and you continue the car ride to your house.

After a while, Bucky speaks up. "I-uh- I don't feel so good." He says, swallowing, hard.

"There's a bottle of water in the glove compartment. James, if you puke in my car I'm never speaking to you again. If you need me to pull over, tell me. We are not having another Fulton Street incident." You tell him, deadly serious. He takes the water from the glove compartment and sips it. Thankfully, he doesn't puke in the car, and you soon turn into the car parking area back on campus, which luckily, is close to the frat house you share with the boys and Nat.

Bucky gets out first, and stumbles and trips his way over to the path leading up to the house. Sighing, you do the same, minus the stumbling and falling, and make your way over to him. As you arrive at the front door of the house, you pull the key from your pocket, and the little keychain picture of you and Bucky clinks on the metal of the door handle as you open it.

Once inside the house, Bucky immediately goes to the kitchen. You take off your coat and shoes at the door, and follow him.

He's getting another beer from the fridge.

"Bucky, what the hell are you doing?" You whisper-shout.

"I'm getting a beer." He says, loudly.

"Lower your voice. Everyone else is sleeping." You say, almost irritated.

"Sorry, Angel." He giggles. He opens the beer and moves to take a swig of it, but you're faster than him in his drunken state and you manage to take the beer from him before he can consume anymore alcohol. "Hey!"

"You need to go to sleep, c'mon." You take his hand and practically drag him to his room, reminding him to keep quiet as you walk past the other bedrooms. When you reach Bucky's room, you go in to help him get ready, but he simply flops onto the bed and attempts to pull you with him.

"No, James, you need to get changed." He groans, but sits up anyway. You help him out of his clothes, and into a pair of plaid pyjama pants, but he refuses to wear a shirt.

"Alright, no shirt. Go brush your teeth. I'm gonna go back to my room, 'kay? Night, Bucky." You make a move to leave, but he grabs your hand before you can get very far.

"Don't go. Stay here tonight." He gives you his best puppy dog eyes, which he knows you can't say no to, and you roll your eyes, but sit down on the bed anyway. He grins cheekily before getting up to brush his teeth, not letting go of your hand and consequently dragging you in there with him. "There's a spare toothbrush in the cabinet." He mumbles, his toothbrush still in his mouth, and you reach over to grab the one he's talking about. As you're brushing your teeth, you catch Bucky's eye in the mirror. He's already looking at you, and before you look away he winks at you, grinning like the Cheshire cat. You can't help but laugh, and the faint tint of pink on your cheeks makes Bucky smirk and raise his eyebrows at you slightly. Even in his drunken state he notices those little things about you. He can't help it. He's infatuated by everything you do.

After brushing your teeth, you lightly pull at Bucky's arm to guide him to his bed, and he goes pliant at your touch. Before getting into bed, though, he goes to his wardrobe, albeit stumbling on his way, and pulls out one of his old jerseys for you.

"Here. You can't sleep in your clothes." You take it from him, thanking him, and you make a start to the bathroom until Bucky stops you. "Just change in here, angel. I think we've known each other long enough to get changed in the same room." He laughs as he says it, and you can't help but laugh too. You contemplate his offer for a moment, and then you remind yourself that he probably won't even remember this tomorrow morning, so you set the jersey on the bed and begin to undress yourself. You notice Bucky not-so-subtly watching you, so you clear your throat to get his attention.

"No peaking, pervy. Cover your eyes."

"Alright, alright. Don't get your panties in a twist." He uses his hands to cover his eyes, and you continue to get changed, and soon enough you notice that he's looking through the gaps in his fingers, but you don't bother to tell him you can see him, too tired to deal with that shit at 2am. You do your best to ignore his watchful eyes, but you can't, however, ignore the quiet intake of breath that comes from his direction when you take your shirt off, exposing your bra clad chest. Not wanting to encourage his ogling, you quickly slip the jersey over your head.

"Alright, you can look now." You tell him, and he removes his hands from his face and pulls back the covers of the bed, and you climb in beside him. You've slept in the same bed before, so being this close to Bucky shouldn't feel weird, but as you settle down in the bed and he shuffles closer to you, the feeling of his breath fanning on your neck, and the arm that's somehow circled your waist and pulled you into him all in the span of 10 seconds has you feeling slightly overwhelmed. You've had a crush on Bucky since you moved in with him and the others, which was a year ago. So being this close to him has turned the butterflies in your stomach that you feel when you're around him into a zoo enclosure of elephants and zebras and giraffes, and they're all chasing each other and causing your insides to flip around all over the place. It's fucking annoying. You're pulled out of your thoughts by Bucky's voice breaking the silence in the room.

"Thanks for tonight. Sorry you have to deal with this." His words are quiet, and you don't really know how to respond, because frankly, as much as you may complain about having to deal with Bucky when he's drunk, part of you doesn't mind taking care of him when he's like this.

"Don't worry about it. I'm your friend, it's kind've my job."

"Correction: you're my best friend." You giggle and he doesn't say anything else for a while, and you've closed your eyes, ready to sleep by the time he pipes up again.

"Angel? Can I tell you something?" You crack open one eye as he moves away from your back and turns you over by the hip in the process.

"Sure."

"I think you're really fucking pretty." He whispers it, and his face is inches from yours, and blood rushes to your cheeks while the elephants, zebras and giraffes in your stomach to backflips off the walls.

"You, uh, you shouldn't say shit like that when you're plastered."

"I know. But drunk words are sober thoughts. Isn't that what you told me that time I told Maddie I didn't like her when I was drunk and then she got all pissed at me and I blamed it on the alcohol?" You nodded at his question. "I really like you. Like, really."

"I really like you, too, but I don't wanna do this when you're drunk, so we'll talk about it in the morning, yeah?"

"Alright. Alcohol doesn't change how I feel about you, though." You smile at him, and he tilts his head up and kisses your forehead. "Night, babe."

"Goodnight, Bucky." You turn around again and his arm wraps around your waist as it did before, and he pulls you flush against him.

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The sound of Bucky's 8.30am alarm pulls you from your sleep. You slept well throughout the night, even though you ended up with a 6'2" hockey player lying half across you. When Bucky wakes up, though, he doesn't make a move to get off of you, and just makes his head more comfortable against your chest. You turn the lamp on beside his bed, and he groans, shutting his eyes even tighter and covering them with his arm, and you laugh at his actions.

"Don't laugh. I'm in pain." He says, dramatically.

"Oh, shut it. You're hung over. C'mon, lets get you some Tylenol and a coffee." He groans again as you try to sit up, and wraps both his arms around your waist to pull you back, and you're giggling at him again. "James, c'mon. It's 8.30. Your bio exam is in an hour and a half, and you need to be on campus in an hour to get signed in."

"Ugh, fine!" He rolls his eyes, but gets out of bed and goes to walk to the kitchen, and you stand up to follow him.

"Woah, don't get pissy with me. I'm not the one who thought it would be a good idea to get drunk the night before an exam."

"Shut up."

By the sounds of the conversation, it doesn't seem like Bucky remembers the confession he made last night, and you can't say you're surprised. The cuddling may have been an indicator that what he said was true, but the two of you have quite a touchy, almost flirtatious, friendship so it doesn't really confirm anything for you.

Bucky must notice that you seem lost in thought, and it's almost like he can read your mind.

"Hey, I remember what we talked about last night. We'll talk about it as soon as I get home, okay? Trust me, I wouldn't forget something like that." His words put you at ease slightly, and you nod, smiling. "And, for the record, I meant it. All of it."

You look up at him.

"Me too."

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this has been in my drafts for like 6 months ngl but anyways here you go <3

[dearnovella]

The Neouivela Variety Show (2022 - PRESENT)

[▶] ep. 1 - 2 ── Storybook High

Each member was given a role to act out:

The episode begins with a skit of each member entering the classroom:

Aina is reading a book alone in an empty classroom with the lights turned off.

Next, Sujin is shown skipping to class while humming to herself, “I can't wait to see my new class, I wonder who I'll meet!” She opens the door and turns on the lights. Upon noticing Aina she jumps from shock. “Oh! Uh.. excuse me? Who are you?”

Aina eagerly jumps up from her seat and bows deeply. She accidentally slams her head on the desk which causes the whole set to burst out laughing. The scene replays at least 3 times before cutting away.

“Hello! I'm Hiramatsu Aina! Nice to meet you!”

“Oh… ok? I'm Sujin.” Sujin offers her a polite smile, albeit a bit awkwardly, while walking to her seat.

The first bell rings a moment later, indicating that class is about to start. The remaining members (bar Haeun and Dambi) all file into class, taking their respective seats.

As each member introduces themselves in character, cute, school-themed name cards pop up with their character traits and names.

Aecha arrives right as the second bell rings. She introduces herself as well and announces that today there will be competition for the title of class representative.

(Eunjeong: “I don't really want to be a class rep though?”)

Right after Aecha finishes explaining, Haeun waltzes into class while eating a baguette.

“What time do you think this is?” Aecha crosses her arms in faux anger.

Haeun seems unbothered. “I was hungry.”

Dambi closely follows behind, blazer slung over her shoulder, offering a simple nod as a greeting.

The games are as follows:

Math Class - sneaky eating challenge. The members must try to finish a Korean lunchbox while trying not to get caught by the teacher. The last one standing gets 5 points, the first to lose gets 0.

Aecha suddenly spins around from the chalkboard. “Hey! Min Sujin! Are you eating?”

Sujin sighs and slams her food on the table. “And what?”

“That’s not very in character??”

Social Studies Class - random team debates on unserious topics such as; one butt or two butts?; is a hotdog a sandwich?; and more. The teams were chosen randomly before each round, courtesy of rps. Aecha judges which team provides the most compelling argument. One point is given to each member on the winning team.

“Those who don't like mint chocolate should just die.” Aina seems to be the only one upset by her team losing the debate.

“That's not how this game works.”

Music Class - finish the lyrics. The girls are lined up at the back of the class and must run forward to the microphone to finish the lyrics. One point is given for both the song name and lyrics correctly guessed. Those who guess incorrectly are blasted with wind.

“Seriously, why do K-Pop idols use so much English nowadays, it's K-Pop, K-pop.” Eunjeong huffs.

“Don't be mad just because you didn't study hard enough.” Dambi teases.

Oh yeah, Dambi wins, which is kinda out of character as the delinquent.

"Uhh... I bet you weren't expecting this."

[▶] ep 13 - 14 ── Storybook Mafia

This time the episodes are set in an ‘abandoned’ shipping container warehouse.

The gift for the winning team was only a 30,000 won gift card but they took this game way too seriously.

Aecha, who is for some reason taking the mafia boss role, finally speaks up. “Those in favour of killing Nari?” Everyone raises their hands. “Ok-”

Nari lets out a guttural scream while falling to her knees.

Also, Aina was the game master and described each night sequence like it was a Shakespearean play.

“It was a dark and stormy night, Eunjeong strayed down a narrow alleyway, unsuspecting of the danger awaiting her further down the path-” She acts out each word with large and dramatic movements.

Sujin cuts her off, “Who died?”

Aina stares at her, offended. “…Excuse me?”

The mafias won (it was Nari and Dambi btw) and Haeun was in an uproar.

Haeun leaps up from her chair once the mafias are revealed. “Didn’t I tell you?! This team is useless!! I knew it was her from the beginning but you voted ME?! Why!?”

The civilian team was too stunned to speak.

[▶] ep 21-23 ── Storybook Haunted House

Half of these episodes were bleeped out because they kept swearing, and Eunjeong's idol image went to a place of no return, but! These are probably some of the best of the series.

So good, in fact, that it has become a recurring Halloween special on the show. Last year we also got 'Storybook Haunted Hospital'.

The girls- who had been locked inside of a haunted mansion- had to look for clues hidden in the house to find keys to unlock the hundreds there were like 10 of locks that hung on the big gate at the entrance.

However, along the way, there were actors cosplaying as ghosts that would chase and jump scare them. People who got tagged by the actors would have to be saved by other members, which caused many arguments.

“Unnie! If you keep getting caught I'm gonna just leave you there!” Aecha yelled while trying to fend off a bloody ghost.

There were also puzzles they had to solve but nvla collectively has one brain cell so Sujin was literally carrying.

“No, it should be the fourth box because two plus one is four.”

“…Are you stupid?”

[▶] ep 40-42 ── SBBG (Storybook Battlegrounds)

In this episode, the girls played irl PUBG (aka they shot each other with airsoft guns).

They were split into two teams, Team A (Aecha, Haeun, Dambi) and Team S (Sujin, Eunjeong, Nari, Aina).

“OK! Since we're the first team we'll be team A.” Haeun and her teammates laugh brightly at the other team's disgruntled looks.

“Then we'll be team S.” Nari cuts in sharply with a smug tone of voice.

The Velas are super competitive, even when there isn't a prize involved. Now hand them a bunch of guns and...

“Just run in and kill them all!”

a chorus of cheers erupts from the Team S base

Literally, none of the teams came up with a game plan, so it was pretty much just a messy free-for-all with everyone running around like headless chickens.

Team A won! And they did not hesitate to rub it in (especially to Nari, who is known to brag about her video game prowess).

“She plays Valorant all night and she can't even get a few points.”

“Platinum who? She must be hacking.”

A/N: I've been holding onto this since *checks notes* '0' October?!?! and I'm sick of looking at it so here

[fractallogic]

RA, as he’s leaving: *talking to the grad student about something with the study the two of them are running, planning, blah blah*

RA: also, who was playing Zelda?? I heard noises coming from your direction

Me: oh that was me, I was watching reels about it while I ate lunch, sorry

RA: oh hahaha I totally thought it was Grad Student

Grad student: oh yeah hahaha no I’ve heard such good things but I don’t have any Systems. Have you played it?

RA: yeah, it’s so good

Me: it really is!!

RA: …wait shiloh you play?? How far are you?

Me: uh… *calculating whether I want to answer and then about how many hours I’ve probably played since the last time I checked* … close to a hundred hours in, I think

RA: …whoa

Me: yeah lol my life is coming here and working and then going home and playing TotK

RA: lol nice k bye guys

Friends, I overestimated (partly because I forgot that I Did Things last weekend and also had many migraines), but I’ve still put >70 hours into it.

Oh. my god.

So anyway I definitely have to play this weekend to catch up to my mis-estimation oh well oh no too bad oh well!! Slightly challenging between (1) zoom with scone tomorrow, (2) Pokémon go community day from 2-5 tomorrow, (3) the gym tomorrow (can I avoid hurting myself doing squats this time??), and (4) doing chores to keep myself alive, like going to the grocery store and doing the dishes and cleaning up all the shit all over the floor and whatever, and (5) whatever I’m doing on Sunday (maybe nothing?), but I believe in my ability to play a lot of video games this weekend

[batsandbugs]

The Great IKEA Game

Chapter 4: The Three Stooges 

AN: At least it hasn’t been two months again 😅. Let’s check in with the other batboys and see how they’re handling Damian and Marinette’s chaos. 

Chapter 1 Chapter 2  Chapter 3

Tim wondered when his day took a solid dive off the cliffs of normal and into the waters of weird.

It probably started when Dick dragged them out of bed at eight in the morning – on a Saturday – piled them into the car, and drove them an hour and a half out of the city to an IKEA. If they had actually been there to shop they would have either burned the store down or killed one another. 

Not that those things were off the table yet. 

Tim had work, actual work, that he could be doing. But no, instead he was playing a demented game of hide-and-go-seek, which was careening into an all-out war. The destroyed shelving units, shopping carts, and forklift were unmistakable evidence of that.

How had the demon spawn accomplished this in less than a minute?

Bruce would kill them, once he came back from off-world.

That is if Alfred didn’t get to them first.

“Uh, order 177? Shit, my pay isn't enough for this.”

The words shook Tim from his stupor. He walked over to the counter.

“Hi,” he said, flashing his most charming CEO grin. “I have a quick question?”

The server's fixed smile contrasted with his dull eyes.

“I need to know what way the boy who ordered this headed.”

“No.”

Tim sighed, “Look, it’s important. My brother-”

“I mean, no, it wasn’t a boy.”

Tim paused. “Huh?”

“It was a girl, a teen girl. Black hair, big blue eyes, French accent. She was sitting over there,” he waved at an empty table. “But I think she walked away before that happened.” Referring to the giant train wreck occurring a few aisles over.

“Oh,” said Tim. “Thanks.”

“Do you want the order?”

Tim held back an annoyed sigh.

“Sure.”

So that’s how he, Jason, and Dick, sat at the abandoned picnic table, staring at the abandoned meal bought with Damian’s credit card. Jason grabbed a couple of fries and shoved them in his mouth.

“That’s evidence, nitwit,” hissed Tim.

Jason ignored him, stabbing a meatball with the plastic fork. “What? It’s going to go to waste. Girlie obviously ain’t coming back for it.”

“We should be more worried about how a random girl used Damian’s credit card!”

“She could have stolen it?” offered Dick.

“Demon spawn would have broken her arm before getting pickpocketed,” countered Jason, eating another fry. Silence. A weird glint appeared in Jason's eye. He turned to Tim. “What did you say the girl looked like again?”

“Black hair, blue eyes, French accent.”

“Shit,” muttered Jason.

“What?”

“I think I ran into her earlier, about an hour and a half ago. Asked her if she had run into demon spawn – she sounded confused and tourist-like. But maybe…”

“Maybe she’s working with him?” offered Tim.

“Could be.”

“Damian? Working with another person? A stranger?” Dick shook his head. “Doesn’t sound like him.”

Jason shoved another fry into his mouth. “The brat’s a competitive little shit, if he thought teaming up would help him get ahead, he’d do it in a heartbeat.” He pointed a fry at Tim. “Can you look at the security footage?”

“I’m already two steps ahead of you,” Tim said, flashing his phone with the hacked in security camera footage on-screen. Jason and Dick huddled in close as a small girl walk on screen and stood at the counter.

“Yep, that’s her. Can you ID her, Timmy?”

Tim rolled his eyes, “This is a smartphone, Jay, not a laptop.”

“I thought Mr. World’s Second Greatest Detective would be prepared for anything.”

“Well excuse me for not having facial recognition software, on my phone.”

“Guys chill.”

“Shut up, Dick,” Jason and Tim said in unison.

The footage played out and they watched the girl order two meals and pay with Damian’s credit card. They switched to another camera when she left and sat at the picnic table. A few minutes later Jason and Tim walked into frame.

“Look, there! She tenses. Look at her body language, she’s panicking. She knows who you two are.” Dick looked shocked that, yes, Damian had teamed up with a partner.

They watched the girl panic, although she managed to keep her body from reacting too much. She placed her phone to her ear and walked away from her spot.

“Who is she talking to?”

“Maybe Damian was watching out of sight?”

“Shoot, Tim, she’s out of frame. Do we have another angle?”

It took another minute or so, but Tim found the right security camera catching the mysterious girl leaving the food court. As she walked away the image on the screen flickered, and a moment later the shelving units fell.

“Oh crap,” swore Jason. “Do you think she has magic? Fuck, it would be just our luck if demon spawn teamed up with someone dangerous.”

Dick shook his head. “It could be a coincidence. We didn’t see her do anything. The chaos could have been a coordinated effort between her and Damian.”

Tim wasn’t so sure. “Come on Dick, you’ve been in the game long enough to know just because something looks one way, doesn’t mean it's true.”

They watched the girl hurry out of sight, this time it was much more difficult to follow her progress through the store. She would randomly duck in and out of showrooms, coming out differently than how she came in. If the three boys hadn’t been trained in stealth and detection for years, they would have had a challenging time tracking her.

Jason whistled low. “Who is this chick? I’m impressed. She has serious skill.”

Finally, she ducked into a showroom and didn’t come out. Tim couldn’t find a camera giving them an unobstructed view, but it didn't matter. They had a destination.  

“This was ten minutes ago, they could already be long gone,” said Dick.

“Or they could still be hiding there,” countered Jason.

“We’ll find out when we get there.” They walked out of the cafeteria and past the closed aisles. The forklift that had been buried under the collapsed shelving unit was being unearthed by a flock of bewildered employees.

“Ten bucks says she has magic,” said Jason.

“Yeah, no.” Tim was good at math and the odds of everything happening just as she left was too big to be a coincidence. “I’m not stupid enough to take that bet.”

“Come on you guys, let’s focus here,” chided Dick.

Walking back through the showrooms Tim kept an eye out for any sign of his brother or his accomplice, but it was as if they had disappeared into thin air. Arriving at the last location they had spotted the girl, they waited for a touring couple to leave before descending on the tiny, boxed room like the detectives they were trained to be.

It didn’t take long to discover the lasered off vent.

“Shit,” groaned Jason. “They could be anywhere by now.”

“Tim can you-”

Tim had his phone in hand, “I’m already on it. I’ll have the vent layout in a minute.” He felt insulted they even needed to ask.

Jason peered into the vent, “Damn, I think we’re too big to follow.”

 Dick sighed. “I miss my vent crawling days; they just don’t make them as big as they used to.”

“That’s what she said,” snickered Jason.

“Focus you two,” Tim snapped. “I’ve pulled up the air duct plans.” He flashed the screen to his two brothers who settled down. “This particular vent runs a couple of places. We have one entrance at the back of the store in the storeroom. Then another veering off near the daycare center, and the last which comes out near the unloading dock.”

“I’ll take the one next to the daycare center,” said Dick. “I’m the only one who isn't demented,” pointing to Jason, “or sleep-deprived,” pointing to Tim.

“Hey!” exclaimed Jason.

Tim sneered, repressing a Damian-like growl, “I wouldn’t be so sleep deprived if you hadn’t dragged us out of the house at eight in the morning. I arrived in from patrol at three.” He hadn’t had coffee in hours, and the weight of his body pressed on him like a panini maker.

Dick ignored them. “Jason can take the one at the loading docks, and Tim you’ll be able to bypass security and get into the back the easiest.”

“Sounds good to me,” grunted Jason.

“Alright,” agreed Tim. “The second any of us spots them, text the group chat, will box them in from there.”

They nodded and headed off their separate ways. Despite the tiredness in Tim's bones, there was a heady rush of the hunt thrumming in his veins. Damian, and whoever he had decided to pair up with, were going down.

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[purplesurveys]

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How often are you optimistic? As much as possible, honestly. Every now and then I get anxious about too many things at once that the last thing I want to do is compound them with even more negative feelings.

Would you say your thoughts are generally rational and logical or irrational and illogical? Uh, logical, I guess.

Tell an interesting fact about your favorite country? I don’t have a favorite country.

Are you wearing anything of any sentimental value? Describe? Not at the moment, no.

Are you the type to pay attention to detail? Yeah, being in my field of work trains you to be too detail-obsessed for your own good lol.

To you, what is especially distracting? I am very sensitive to noise. If I’m in the middle of presenting a work report, for example, I could literally lose my entire train of thought if I hear even just a door open and close or hear somebody laugh from downstairs.

What are some things that are important in your life right now? Working towards resigning.

When was the last time you did some major cleaning? Like, 3 hours ago lol. My dad surprised me with new shelves so I finally got around to clearing the area that used to house my messy K-pop merch stash and boy did I find a bunch of trinkets and things that needed to be thrown away like, 500 years ago.

Have you ever thrown anything away, and regretted it later? Yes. Why is it that we keep certain things sticking around for the longest time, then by the time we’d actually need them it’s when we’ve thrown them out already?

Are you the type to regret things, or live and learn? Live and learn. Like of course regret is a sensation I go through and I regret small things I’ve done here and there; but in the grander scheme of things I am in the belief that regret is largely a waste of time. I don’t let it eat up my life.

How often do you feel like you need time to yourself? Every weekend or just every time my week happens to be packed with so many PR events, which is also just synonymous with socializing days.

Do you like being around other people? Why is this? Yeah, I’m pretty extroverted. Idk, I just like meeting new people and getting to know them. Being with others also helps make me feel less lonely.

Do you feel like anyone "gets" you? Who? Not anymore.

What would you be most likely to do with a friend, today? Right now? At 2 AM? Most realistically, having a drink and a deep talk about life, as you do with friends at this hour.

When are you most likely to be crabby? When I’m working. I’m coming to terms with the fact that I’m really no longer happy (and I can’t fake it anymore, too), and that I *have* been a bit crankier towards everybody now – the very attitude and persona I’ve been trying to avoid. I barely even talk to Bea these days, too. The last thing I want is to cause a stressful environment to people, so it’s really time for me to go now haha.

How about upbeat and cheerful? Any time I’m off work, honestly. I transform into a completely different person the moment I sit down with my family for dinner, for example.

Who challenges you the most? In what way? I wanna say myself; I like placing myself in unfamiliar situations as it helps me grow and learn more about handling different people, different problems, etc.

Who seems to hold you back? In what way? Living in a country that has little room for opportunities to begin with.

What was the last opportunity that you passed up, and why? Using my weekend to visit a new art gallery...I’m just too lazy to drive lol

Would you rather have a quiet day at home, or be on the go? Depends on whether I’m socially-recharged, or need to recharge. Do you think you made a good impression on the last person you met? I hope so! 

How do you feel about people who neglect their pets? I resent them very much.

Are you able to ask for help when you need it? For the most part. At work though delegating has always been my weak point. I always automatically do things on my own that Bea often tells me to slow down and that other people are around precisely to help me out.

How intense is your anger? Have you ever hurt anyone|yourself? Mine is a very silent type. I kind of just let it simmer inside me until it fades away on its own because I’m not very confrontational to begin with; but yes, sometimes I do tend to snap at others. I’ve hurt myself in the past too but it’s been a while since I’ve done so; it’s not so much a habit anymore. What is something red that you like to eat? Red velvet anything. I love that flavor/filling.

Do you ever have trouble getting lighters to work? Haha, I’ve never gotten a lighter to work before. Too scared of fire.

If someone drinks, would that lower your opinion of that person? Not at all lol nearly everybody I know drinks. What would ultimately shape my opinion is if they had the tendency to act nasty, and god forbid abusive, when they’ve had one drink too many.

Have you ever contemplated cheating on anyone? Never.

If your best friend wanted to cheat on his/her partner, you would say? Give them a loud ass earful until I’m able to talk some sense into them.

Who do you know that gives very sound advice? Andi.

Name one thing that you think defines you as a person? My past, I guess? And I don’t mean to say I’m the type to cling to the past – it’s more like how my past wins, failures, traumas, basically everything I’ve ever been through is what’s led to the me of right now.

Who do you go to when you need comfort? Just myself. Having friends is great, but the past two years have taught me to only depend on myself and to see myself as ok company when it all boils down to it.

Is there anyone/thing with who/which you like to cuddle? Just a pillow or one of my Tata plushies.

Do nightmares still bother you? Nightmares don’t visit me too often now, but I do still get dreams I’d categorize as shitty. It’s when people I’ve cut out from my life suddenly make surprise guest appearances, which can really ruin like the first 10 minutes of my day lol.

At what age did you start to feel like a teen, and not a kid anymore? To tell you the truth, I’ve felt like a grownup since I was like, 5. My mom was never the best at handling her anger and picking her words, so mistakes that I did that any other kid would’ve also done were always met with very loud and very intense reactions from her – reactions that stuck. It hardened me, and also developed anxiety in me, from a very young age and forced me to grow up a little quickly than my peers. 

I’d say by the time I was 10 I was pretty much indifferent already, and it took a very long time for me to process what I went through and to come to terms with the fact that it was a wrong way to have spent a childhood.

Are you or were you in a hurry to grow up? Little bit, yes. I remember being 9 and always doodling what my dream house would look like, and always telling my elders that I couldn’t wait to get older so I could get the damn house built hahaha.

What is a fear you have about living on your own? Having to familiarize myself with adult terms that have always seemed scary to me LOL like mortgage and home credit(?????) hahaha

Do you have any survey-maker recommendations? If yes, who? I do have a handful of go-to authors on Bzoink but it’s actually been a while since I’ve lurked on there! For the last few months I’ve been lifting surveys from my archived likes here on Tumblr and my backlog is pretty bad hahaha. After I wipe out all my likes then that’s about the time I’ll head back to Bzoink and catch up on all the new surveys I’ve missed.

Who was the last person to completely fascinate you? This one girl from the food photography studio I recently worked with for work. Pretty big deal for me to say but she might actually be my first happy crush in two years. It was a lot of fun having worked with her, and idk she was really cute and nice and it felt weirdly fuzzy and nice to have been around her for that day.

[channoticedmeuwu]

𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐝 | 𝐧𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐮𝐭𝐚

｡:— listen to villian by k/da : ｡

warnings : electricity, major character death, 0% mercy, reader lowkey has sadist tendencies, detailed descriptions of electrocution (2-3 of them), pain (duh), there's very brief mention of crying, yuta is captured uknow, uh yeah basic scary stuff 

angst, horror (maybe, it's definitely not happy), yandere (?) 

a/n : i have discovered I enjoy writing stuff like this, also I tried doing my research, but things may still be inaccurate so please bear with me, this is the first time i wrote something like this ^^

Yuta's eyes fluttered open, stinging rings of pain flowing itching vibrations through each of his wrists. His head was still limp and down, his dusty hair covering his eyes as he exhaled hard, the position he was in making it quite a challenge to breathe. His hands were raised over his head and tied in electrical shackles to the wall. His legs were crouched in the ground, and moving them to hurt his muscles. How long has he been in the same position?

The hall was dark and quiet, and hollow. Wide, open, so easy to hear a sound. Yuta slowly raised his head, his neck cracking. He tried gazing around the room. The place smelt like that of a new car, and the rusting scent of metal. He sighed once more and tried to get into a better position. His movement caused the shackles around his wrists to shake and make sound, and the air went cold. Yuta stopped moving. There was something here or someone.

There was a faint blue light, radiating from the corner of the room, and then footsteps. Heavy footsteps. They grew closer and closer, and closer. His heartbeat was loud enough to be heard in the room. He ran his dry tongue over his lips as the figure came into his view. The person bent down, yanking his jaw up, and his shaking eyes met those of someone whom. he thought he'd never meet again.

"Y-Y/n?" He croaked out, his voice scratched against his dry throat, like the friction metal created, dragged across stone.

Yuta's eyes adjusted to the darkness in the room, watching her now completely different features. Her red lips were curled into a savage grin, her eyes too dark to hold the twinkle of sanity they held once, her hair way longer than he had remembered them to be. Her grip around his jaw was tight, yet her fingers looked so fragile, so delicate, like glass. Her nails pierced him below his chin, making his head raise higher to avoid the sharp pain. She opened her mouth and spoke, her confident voice completely shattering any courage he had left.

"Nice to see you again, old friend."

"What are you doing here?"

She disregarded his question, the grip on his jaw tightened, as if it were even possible, and she tilted her head. "You've gotten prettier."

Yuta blinked, the air completely snatched out of his lungs. He was sure she could hear his heartbeat. "Just cut to the chase. Why am I here?"

"What does it look like, hm?" she asked, a pang of amusement in her innocent tone. She ran her nail around his cheek, leaving her unforgettable marks in his brain. Her eyes briefly flickered upon his, and her pretty lips turned into a hungry smirk. She let go of his jaw, standing up and walking towards some other machine.

Yuta was suddenly out of breath. There was the sound of the machine being whirred to life, and the shackles around his wrists grew sharper. He definitely did not expect it, and it brought him to flinch and hiss at the pain. Y/n smiled again.

"Tsk," she clicked her tongue, "Did you grow used to being kept away from harm again?"

He sighed and looked up, the waves flowing through his arms brought those beautiful tears to his eyes, the ones that she loved to see. There were three clicks, and Yuta screamed, the waves of electricity becoming tides of absolute agony, throwing him off the edge. There were three more clicks, which were barely audible to him through the throbbing sting in his ears. The pain subsided slowly, leaving his body twitching.

Y/n clasped her hands together, "I was right! You really did believe you're safe now!"

Yuta felt like he'd throw up all the organs in his stomach. His spit drooled from his lips and dripped to the ground. Or was that really his spit?

His shoulders slowly slouched, his breathing becoming louder. Y/n's laughter echoed throughout the room.

"Yuta, such a pretty name. Your voice is so pretty."

Yuta slowly glanced up, his chest rising and falling. "What..." he tried, his tongue and fingers going absolutely numb, "What did you say...?"

"I said you're pretty, Yuta. Did anyone ever tell you that?"

No one actually had. Such a situation, he thought to himself, what sort of situation is this?

"Want to go for another round, hm? Let me hear your pretty voice again."

Without another warning, Y/n cracked up the notch, and the zips of current started shooting stars through his muscles, making him involuntarily tense up his back. Was he screaming? Was he yelling? He couldn't exactly tell, but the way Y/n smiled at the light radiating from the shackles may suggest that she could be listening to his pretty voice.

Fuzzy stars danced ever so gracefully in front of his eyes, and his throat started feeling hoarse once more, and slowly, the power died down. His chest rose and fell, rose and fell, rose and fell. Involuntarily, he let out groans of absolute dread as he exhaled, and the glow of darkness grew in Y/n's eyes.

She walked in front of him again, and sat on the ground, gazing at his numb cheeks. His eyes stared at the floor, as he tried to blink the multiple visions into place. He wasn't moving, only moving to breathe. Y/n cocked her head and looked up and down at him.

"Can you take more?"

Yuta's features turned to represent horror. He didn't even need to speak, Y/n got the message. What did you just say?

"Hm," Y/n sighed disappointingly, "Guess that's a no. Well, when was the last time I listened to people anyway?"

Yuta watched her stare at his drooping features. There was no sympathy in her eyes. No mercy, no pity, no emotion. She was silent and cold. If he wasn't in horrendous pain, he would try so hard to see her eyes in a different light.

She frowned, and then stood, lowering her gaze to his almost limp body. She sighed and then walked off to the machine once more.

"Don't worry, Yuta," she said. It was the last time he heard her voice before everything was lost in the sound of his screams and the zaps of electricity sounding in union, blocking all other of his senses and replacing them with nothing but pain.

"It'll only hurt for a few seconds."

nct 127 : masterlist

[argumentl]

The Freedom of Expression Ep 66 - Tasai's challenge - Lazy man food: Curry rice.

Part 1 (To part 2)

K: Hi, this is Dir en grey's Kaoru, with this week's episode of The Freedom of Expression.  Joe, Tasai, welcome. Well, today we are off to a quick start...I'm not exactly sure whats going on...I feel like we started all of a sudden, but I don't know...

J: Well, Tasai is in high spritis today.

T: I've put the effort in.

J: Haha.

K: You have a plan for today, Tasai?

T: Yeah, we talked about food ideas before, right? We came up with a few different ideas, but there was one I wanted to try...

J: I see.

T:...so I've brought the stuff with me today.

J: I'm feeling the pressure with this. This means I have to bring in something next time, I can feel it, haha.

K: Is that it? haha.

T: So, there was one thing I wanted to try... recently, pressure cookers are so useful, aren't they? You can just leave it alone and get a meal out of it. I thought we could try making the ultimate lazy food with one.

J: Ultimate lazy cooking?

T: I wondered if we could make curry just by washing and peeling the vegetables. Like, can we just throw them in without cutting, add water, and make curry just with the pressure alone? I'd put the curry roux in last.

J: Ah, yeh, you usually have to slice and cook the vegetables, don't you?

T: Yeh, its a hassle!

K: Haha.

J: Hm, I think it will turn into something like curry, but I wonder about how exactly it will look and taste.

T: My goal is that it will all melt and become soft...Well, the point is to test new things out.

K: So lets give it a go?

T: Yes, lets try it!

J: So, you've brought the stuff with you today?

T: Yes, I have.

J: Mr Planning...Planning man, its great.

T: Panning man, yeh, I hate being late, I plan everything.

J: What have you actually brought?

T: Uh, I'll show you, I'll just put these gloves on first.

J: Ah, infection control.

T: Its these *picks up a bag of veggies*

K: Oh, they are already washed?

T: Yes, so I got two whole onions, a carrot..

J: I feel like I want to cut the carrot! Are you really gonna put it in whole?

K: Haha

T: Yes. Then mini tomatoes for acidity...

J: You bought mini tomatoes too? Cute.

T: Then garlic.

J: Oh, garlic, yeh.

T: And then this packaged chicken.

K: You put that in whole too?

T: Yes, just throw it in.

K: Haha

J: Ehh? Don't you even ???*1 with your hands?

T: No no no, thats not lazy food.

J: Oh right, yeh. Waa, this is extreme.

T: I can smell the onions a bit.. ok, then we have apple juice.

J: Oh, apple juice.

T: Yeh. Then we have this mystery item.

J: What is it?

T: You'll find out that later. I'll put it away.

J: Ehh? Is it ok? What is it? Is it legal?

T: Haha, yes. So I've brought along a pressure cooker too. This thing is heavy.

J: Brilliant

K: Yeh, it is.

J: What am I gonna bring next time??

T: I was worried that no one would want to do this and Id have to haul this thing back home with me unused.

J: Its risky, right?

T: Ok, so I'll put all the ingredients in it.

J: You havn't tried this at home before now have you?

T: I do have a gas powered pressure cooker, but I've never used an electric one before.

J: Really?

T: I've been wanting to try this out. I ended up doing it on this show *2 . Ok, carrot in..

J: I really wanna slice that carrot, seeing it now.

T: And these, garlic and tomatoes.

K: But, doesn't soup curry have a lot of chunks in?

J: Well, it does yeh, big pieces.

T: This carrot hasn't been peeled. I just pulled the top off.

K: Well, yeh ???*3

J: I mean,  you can it eat raw anyway, so its fine.

T: Then the chicken..

J: Its just like you said, packaged chicken.

T: Peeling it open is allowed.

J: I imagined a box

T: Haha. This is from the supermarket. There, it's in.

J: Ah, this really is lazy food. Its shocking to think it might taste good at this stage *4

T: Yeah. Then the apple juice.

J: Thats it?

T: Oh, the Evian. Im not sure how it will work out using soft water though. 

J: Does it make a difference if you use hard or soft water?

T: I think it will have an effect on the food, yeah.

J: Uh, sorry, how much water are you putting in?

T: Oh, just by feeling. haha

J: Feeling? No way. I don't like the thought of Tokyo Sports' 'feeling', haha.

K: You put the curry in at the end?

T: Yeh, after it gets all soft the pressure will shoot up a jet of steam. So with curry or stew etc, you alawys put that in at the end after it gets soft.

K: What about that mystery ingredient you showed us before?

T: Ah, this? Ingredient X.

K: You put that in at the end too?

T: Yeh, I'll get you to smell it.

J: Ehh?

K: So, now we just wait?

T: Yep.

K: Eh? How long?

T: Probably about 1 hour.

K: Will it be done in one hour?

J: Yeh, that carrot..

T: I've managed it in one hour before

J: Are you being sponsered by the pressure cooker maker? haha

T: ???* 5

J: Did you do this every time? Haha

T: Ok, lets meet back here in one hour.

J,K: Yep.

*One hour later*

K: Ok, its been one hour, and this thing has been on the whole time, right?

T: Yes, its keeping the pressure in.

K: If we open it..?

T: I think it will probably have turned out well.

J: Really?

K: How do you open it? 

T: First, the pressure is still high inside, so we release it, and a big stream of steam will shoot up. We get it so that its safe to open, then we can open it.

K: What? Steam bursts out? I don't really know how this works, I'm scared, haha.

J: Don't you need to move it away a bit?

T: No, its ok. 3, 2, 1 ... *releases pressure valve, nothing happens* ...Huh? Its open!

J: Huh?!

K: Eh?!

T: Its already released the steam.

J: Huh? Oh, but I can really smell curry.

K: There's no curry in it yet.

J: No, I mean like the veg, the soup base.

T: Ok, I'll open it....Tadaa! Hm?! Haha, it hasn't melted at all.

J: Ehh? It didn't work?

K: Well, no, it depends how it tastes.

T: ???*6

K: Maybe 1 hour is too short? Or not?

T: I think it is has probably all become extremely softened up though.

J: Yeh, it'll fall apart if you nudge it.

K: Ahh, yeh.

Kami: Wasn't the pressure working?

T: Uh, it looks like it was working actually. It does look like it was working, but Im gonna try to break up the pieces and see. It smells good, doesn't it?

K: Yeah.

J: Yeah, that curry soup base smell.

K: Yeah.

*T mixes pot with a plastic spoon*

T: Oh, look.

K: Its become tender.

J: Yeah, but that carrot is still in one piece. Is this just regular vegetable soup?

T: *prods spoon into carrot, then the other ingredients* Oh! Nice! Ohhh, its working.

J: Will it all break up like this?

T: Yes... *opening curry roux pack*...probably after we add the curry. This is regular medium spice curry.

K: Will it melt?

J: Oh, looks like it will.

T: I just want to ???*7 a tiny bit.

K: Ah, yeh.

J: Mr Planning, are you ok?

T: Yes, I'm ok. Its going to plan.

K: You're putting all the curry roux in?

T: About this much. Im just going by feeling again, 4 cubes seems about enough.

K: Should we put the heat on again for a bit?

J: Yeah, the curry won't melt like this, right?

T: No, its melting, it is melting.

J: Really?

T: Yeah, look.

K: Oh yeah.

T: Its ok, I got this.

K: It kinda fees like we're camping.

J: Haha, yeh.

T: I think this is done.

J: Its done?!

T: Yeah.

J: Yeh, as you are stiring it, it breaks up more and more.

T: Yeah, look, look, look.

J: It looks good. Was I wrong to tell you to chop the veggies. Is it ok?

K: The result is good even without cutting.

J: Well, maybe.

K: This is like you, Joe?

J: Yeh ,haha, this is my type of food, haha. 

T: A man can totally make this by himself.

J: Hey, that onion is looking good, the more you stir it.

T: Look, look, look.

J: The meat is coming apart too. It looks a lot like curry now.

K: Its thickening up too.

J: Yeh, it is.

T: Look at this *lifts big piece of carrot on spoon*

K: Luxurious!

T: Haha, isn't this proper man food?

J: Yeah. Its great. Tasai the man!

K: Its looking quite delicious now.,

J: Thats right, it does.

T: I think thats mixed in well enough now, so..

J: The secret...?

T: Oh, no..first...*rumages off screen*

J: Is there more?

T: *finds cable and plugs it in* We'll heat it a little more.

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[bitchiha]

✎ Hinata With a s/o Who’s Personality is the Opposite of Hers

A/N: this was a request from  a very sweet anon and I worked on it for such along time, but Tumblr did not save the post so I had to retype it.. but its okay, I am fine and here is the second attempt: 

Request: Hi! I hope you're doing well. I was wondering if you could make some relationship hcs for hinata with a s/o who's the opposite of her? My baby deserves everything and I don't see much of her and am sad bc I love her 😢 Thank you you talented person who warms my heart💿💗💿

Warning I did not proofread this <3 I am too ducking lazy bye

Gosh okay Hinata needs a s/o that’s loud and slightly obnoxious lol, like she needs that type of person to push her out of her shell. She may be shy at your advances at first, but let’s be real she actually really loves them.

99.9% of the relationship is Hinata stuttering your name. “Y-y/n!!”

She likes when you make a big stink of any small gesture she does for you. It makes her feel super confident and even if she’s walking away blushing just know that she’s going to be thinking of that moment for a good month afterwards. Like she brings you food one day after you’re training with Naruto and you’re so happy that you mow it down in like 2 seconds. Then you smother her in hugs, kisses and praise and she just turns beet red. “Y-y/n!”

Your compliments help push her out of her shell even more and she cherishes every single one. Even if your compliments are kinda shitty, it’s the thought that counts. “Wow Hinata, youre eyes look like marbles, they’re so cute.” And Hinatas blushing so fucking hard and Shino and Kiba just scratch their head like?? “Uh why did you blush at that weak ass compliment?”

You’re basically her cheerleader. Make sure to give her pep talks. Like if she’s feeling down about herself for whatever reason, you always go up to her and give her the best inspirational talk you can, throwing in all the cheesy shit you know and she’s always grateful. You’re probably half screaming the pep talk because you’re just so riled up to make your girlfriend feel energized and the effort alone is comforting. “Don’t worry about what anyone else says, I believe in you Hinata! I know you can do this.”

Whenever you two are on missions together she always makes the effort to try and show her powers off to you. She sees how protective you are of her in the village and she wants to show you that she can take care of you too. That just gives her the extra drive she needs to kick the enemies ass <3 She loves when you stare at her wide eyed and shocked after she whoops their ass. Like leaving you speechless is such an accomplishment because you hardly ever shut up. “Holy shit, Hinata!!! You’re the coolest girlfriend ever, you totally kicked their asses!”

Brag about her!!! Please just flex about your girlfriend. She does the same for you but she gets super shy afterwards. Like when she talks to Shino, Kiba and Kurenai about you she always does the little finger thing with her hands and turns beet red. Kiba loves to tease her about it when you all hang out, “Yeah, Hinata always talks about you with us. She’s always rambling about how—“ then Hinata proceeds to clamp a hand over his mouth with her eyes bulging out of her head. “K-Kiba!!”

You’re a tease so you like to get her flustered. So sometimes you join in on Kibas teasing, afterall it’s just fun and games. It’s not like Kiba wants to hurt your feelings. However, if it’s anyone else in the village they will not get the same treatment. Oh someone wants to shove Hinata as they walk past her in the village? Want to say she’s not strong? You will openly challenge them to a battle. “Hey you jerk! You wanna disrespect my girlfriend again? I’ll kick your ass right now!” And she’ll hold you back, “Y/n! It’s okay! Really you don’t need to do this.”

Honestly as you two get closer in the relationship, she starts to develop some of your mannerisms and little by little she bursts into “y/n fits.” That’s what kiba calls them. It’s basically where she does something bold and totally un-Hinata like. Like someone’s talking crap about you in the village and she goes from little shy girl to “who do you think you are talking about y/n like that?!” Kiba tells you about the fits later and you just sit back with a grin, “that’s my girl.”

She also doesn’t mind PDA — to an extent. You’re an affectionate person so you can’t help the PDA sometimes, but you know when you’re overstepping. There’s 3 levels of Shy Hinata. First level is with light PDA, like gentle little touches that you don’t even notice you’re giving her. Light brushes over her arm as you walk, or your fingers thrumming against her thigh as you two sit down at a restaurant. There’s a little brush of pink across her cheeks and you normally don’t notice it unless someone *cough cough* ( Kiba ) points it out.

The second level is with intentional touches, like hand holding, wrapping an arm around her etc. Her face turns bright red and you have to ask if it’s okay, she nods eagerly, she actually likes it a lot. It just takes her a while to adjust to it.

The third level is emergency level. Like this is just borderline she is going to evaporate. It varies from touches you didn’t mean to be so intimate, to jokingly slapping her ass when you pick her up from training. She just immediately turns red and starts stuttering and you can almost see her head overheating.

It’s kind of funny lol and you have to apologize afterwards because she’s literally over heating for five minutes afterwards. As the relationship goes on she will end up getting you back at least once, even if she’s blushing the whole time. It’s worth it though because you’re blushing just as hard at her sudden boldness.

Also loves nicknames, even the tacky ones you give her. Call her a whole list of nicknames and she adores every single one of them. For real, like you can call her: princess, peaches, love, cutie pie, sweetie, etc and they will all make her smile.

Saves like every card you give her. They’re the most extravagant yet horrendous things that ever came into creation, but she loves them all and ignores Neji’s blatant dislike for them. Like sure, they’re decked out in glitter and they look like a five year old made them, but you tried your best and the thought that you spent your time on her in such a sentimental way always makes her gush. Keeps them all in a shoe box under her bed with all the other trinkets she collects from dates and hang outs with you. She definitely wears the gifts you give her too, even if they are a little too crazy for her, she likes how humbled you get when you see her wearing them.

Also she’s 100% a pillow princess and you will not and cannot change my mind <3

[anxiously-unsatisfied-world]

No Cuddles For a Week

@tdbkweek21​ / Entry 2: Punishment/Savior

Pairing: Todobaku Warnings: Arguing/Yelling, Sickfic (Nausea) Word Count: 3195

A/N: Entry 2! As much as I chose punishment for the prompt, it’s like more of a bet than a punishment so -shrugs- I guess it’s close enough ^^; Hope you enjoy! <3

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"I can't believe you would do something like that!" Shouto yells the second they're back in his dorm room.

"Chill out, Shouto. It all worked out in the end." Katsuki leans against the door, watching as his boyfriend paces around the room.

Shouto whirls around and stalks toward him, pressing him up against the door. Normally, Katsuki'd enjoy this position, but not when the temperature is fluctuating so rapidly like Shouto can't decide whether he wants to freeze him or set him on fire more.

"Oh, yeah?! And what if it didn't?? You think I would have wanted to see you get injured in front of me? Or captured again?" The 'or worse' isn't said but both of them hear it anyway.

Katsuki winces as it becomes clear that Shouto's not angry at him, not really, but is some combination of concerned, afraid, and relieved. "No. I don't think you would have. But come on, everything's fine, babe. We saved the day back there. There were no casualties."

Shouto deflates a little and presses up against him. Katsuki curls his arms around him, a hand drifting up and playing with Shouto's hair softly.

"There could have been…" Shouto mumbles after a moment. "If that didn't work out like it did, it could have gone so badly."

"I know." Katsuki lightly scratches Shouto's scalp, sighing softly when Shouto relaxes some. "I'm sorry. I can't promise I won't do it again, but I'll consider other options first."

"I guess that's all I can ask." Shouto nuzzles into Katsuki's neck, clinging to him for a moment before huffing softly. "You make this so difficult." He mumbles, almost petulantly and Katsuki can't help but snort as he lifts him up to carry him to the bed.

"Oh, yeah. How so?" He settles them with Shouto in his lap, chuckling a little at the pout on his boyfriend's face.

"You calm me down so easily. I had this whole punishment in mind but now I don't think it's worth it anymore."

Katsuki raises an eyebrow and nudges Shouto lightly. "A punishment, huh?"

Shouto rolls his eyes and shoves gently against Katsuki's chest. "Oh, hush. It wouldn't be anything fun. You know you're not supposed to enjoy a punishment after all."

"What would it have been?" Katsuki asks and Shouto chuckles a little as he curls further into Katsuki, tracing his fingers over Katsuki's cheek.

"No cuddles for a week." Shouto chuckles again at the way that it's been less than ten minutes since their argument and they're already cuddling. There's no way they would've lasted a week. Even if Katsuki could manage it, Shouto has a feeling he would've caved before the week was up.

"Ouch, princess. That's harsh." Katsuki says, drawing Shouto in further. "Doubt you would last the whole week before ending the punishment early."

Despite having thought the same thing himself, Shouto narrows his eyes at the competitive tone, feeling like he needs to defend himself. So he does.

"Like you wouldn't be suffering either. Need I remind you who starts most of our cuddle sessions?" Shouto raises an eyebrow as he looks Katsuki in the eye.

"Uh, yeah, that's you, princess. Hate to break it to you, but I know how affectionate you truly are under that icy exterior. You wouldn't last the week." Katsuki challenges, smirking when Shouto sits up sharply.

"Oh, yeah? Wanna make that a bet? Loser does one thing the winner wants, no matter what it is."

"You're on," Katsuki says and they shake hands. "However, this should start tomorrow so that it's a full week."

Shouto glances at the setting sun outside the window and nods. "That's fair."

This was about to be the most difficult/interesting week they've had in quite some time.

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Nothing changes immediately the following day. They don't usually get to spend a lot of time with each other between classes and training and the same is true of the first day of their bet.

In fact, they make it well into the evening without it being a problem, caught between homework and studying with their respective friends. Even the fact that it's a scheduled movie night with their classmate doesn't phase either of them.

Katsuki goes to sit near Kirishima while Shouto sits with Midoriya, receiving a confused look almost immediately.

"Um, Todoroki-kun? Are you fighting with Kacchan?" Shouto shakes his head and Midoriya frowns a little. "Then why aren't you sitting with him?" His eyes widen and he waves his arms around. "Not that I mind you sitting with me! It's just you guys tend to cuddle during movies…"

"I know. But we're in a bit of a challenge right now." Shouto says with a small grin. "To see who can make it through the week with no cuddles without caving."

Midoriya starts laughing at that, apologizing when everyone turns to shush him and muffling his laughter with his hands until he calms down. "I'm sorry!" he whispers to Shouto, who waves off his apologies.

"I know, it's not an easy bet, but it'll certainly be interesting."

"Mhm." They turn their attention to the movie then.

After the movie, Shouto starts to go through his normal routine, freezing at the fact that the no cuddling rule renders this little habit obsolete. Normally, about an hour before Katsuki goes to bed, they meet up to talk and cuddle. It's a good way to get out any stresses they had that day before going to sleep, but now that's not really possible… Is it?

He pulls out his phone and texts Katsuki.

S: So, are we still meeting up or does the bet negate this? K: Why would it? … Oh yeah… K: Still, you can come over. We can still talk, just no cuddling this time.

Shouto nods and almost forgets to confirm that he's coming before pulling on some comfy clothes and heading down a floor to Katsuki's room. When he arrives, he almost instinctually crawls into bed beside Katsuki before remembering himself and sitting at the foot of the bed, leaning up against the wall.

It's weird for a moment but they settle into it, the whole process of getting to talk to each other still being relaxing. In fact, they get so into it that they nearly forget that there's a no cuddle rule in the first place aside from a few idle thoughts.

When Katsuki's alarm goes off, Shouto stands up with a soft chuckle. "It is a bit weird for me to leave so promptly, huh?" Katsuki nods, both of them thinking about how neither of them wants to stop cuddling when it's time to separate for the night.

Shouto walks over and kisses Katsuki softly before turning to leave. "Goodnight, love."

"G'night," Katsuki mumbles back, causing Shouto to smile as he leaves the room, returning to his own dorm.

As he's preparing for bed, he receives one text that makes him smile.

K: The bed's too damn cold…

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The second day is much the same, but it's a little easier without the movie night reminding them that they can't cuddle together. But the third day, it's like everything that could go wrong is.

First, Katsuki wakes up late, which throws the whole day off. Normally, he has time to go for a run and cook a basic breakfast for him and Shouto (and the rest of their friends but shush, he just makes 'extra' even if that is enough for everyone else). But now, he's barely got time to get up and get dressed before he has to leave the dorm.

If that had been the only thing wrong, then he would've shrugged it off as a weird occurrence and went on with his day, but no.

During one of his classes, he realizes that he left his assignment back in his dorm, leaving him unable to turn it in on time. Thankfully, the teacher understands when he talks to them after class and says that he can turn it in the next day for full credit, but only because he does this so infrequently.

During training, his gauntlets malfunction for some unknown reason and end up literally blowing up in his face, causing him to mess up the task for the day. But then he has no problems for the rest of class, so he doesn't know whether that was just a fluke or not. Still, he'll have the support course students look at them just in case.

His bad luck chills out a bit after school ends, but that's mainly because he doesn't have to patrol today, so it's back to the dorms for him. Thankfully. He honestly believes that he had gone out today that something would go wrong given what's happened so far.

Normally, on a sucky day like this, he would call Shouto to his room a bit early and they'd cuddle more to calm him down, but that's not really an option, is it?

Part of him is tempted to just call the whole thing off so he can cuddle his boyfriend, but the other part really wants to see if Shouto could even last a full week without cuddles.

The rest of the evening proceeds as normal, his bad mood lightening some when he gets to talk with Shouto and see how sympathetic and concerned his boyfriend is. On anyone else, that kind of expression would just make him angry, but he knows Shouto genuinely means it and it's become very comforting to him.

He also notices the way Shouto half-reaches out to him before firmly putting his arms at his side, causing Katsuki to smirk. It seems his urge to comfort him is at war with this whole bet, which makes him even more confident that Shouto's going to be the one to give in first.

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Katsuki sits up with a gasp, clutching a hand over his heart, his breathing coming in short gasps. He shakes his head to try to clear the images from his dream, but they're persistent, clinging to him like a parasite to its host.

He flicks on the lamp on his nightstand and grabs his phone, already dialing the numbers before he has the conscious thought of who he wants to talk to. Not that it'd be anyone else.

"Katsuki?" Shouto asks, his voice sounding adorably sleepy and confused.

Katsuki tries to respond but all that comes out is a soft whimper, tears pricking his eyes at the confirmation that Shouto is safe, that what he had seen didn't happen.

"Katsuki? Are you okay?" Shouto sounds significantly more awake now and a mix of concerned and almost afraid, one that breaks some of the nightmare's hold on Katsuki enough that he can reply.

"Yeah, just… Had a nightmare…"

Shouto hums softly, the sound soothing some of Katsuki's ruffled nerves. Normally, Shouto would offer to sneak down to his room to cuddle him back to sleep, but Katsuki has a feeling that he'd have to offer that this time with the bet going on, and some part of him doesn't want to give up just yet even if that sounds heavenly.

"What do you want me to do?" Shouto asks, so obviously giving him that out that he could just reach out and take if he wanted.

"Just talk to me?"

"Alright." Shouto starts talking then, telling stories that Katsuki's heard before, but that doesn't matter now. The familiar tales soothe him and he settles under the blankets, letting Shouto's voice lull him back to sleep.

This time, he doesn't have any nightmares.

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Day four isn't the most difficult day. It's no day full of bad luck for either of them, the main issue is just the weirdness of the whole situation. Shouto can't recall one time since they started dating that they've gone anywhere longer than two to three days without some sort of cuddle session, even back when Katsuki wasn't as outspoken about enjoying it.

So, it's weird to sit apart from each other during study sessions or movies that the whole class puts on to relax. It's even stranger to not cuddle when they're in Katsuki's room at night, but it's almost starting to feel normal now that it's the fourth day. Which is odd by itself.

Shouto finds it harder to keep his eyes off of Katsuki on the fourth day. The closeness would normally reassure him that the other's alright or happy, but he finds himself watching Katsuki just to do the same thing.

This finds him in the kitchen after their patrols are finished watching Katsuki stir some combination of ingredients in a bowl. He really should be working on an assignment right now, but it's almost hypnotizing. It's like all the stress melts off of Katsuki while he's baking, leaving him looking, for once, fully calm and, in Shouto's eyes at least, unfairly pretty.

"What are you making?" He asks, setting his pencil down and fully giving up on the illusion that he's working.

Katsuki glances up and gives a little shrug. "Cookies."

Shouto smiles a little, smug enough that Katsuki glares at him. "What are you looking at, peppermint?"

"Oh, nothing Just… Those wouldn't happen to be snickerdoodles, would they?" Shouto asks, playing the innocent card all while snickering mentally.

Katsuki freezes for a split second, causing Shouto to start snickering out loud. "So, they are, huh? Why? Is the lack of cuddles stressing you out?" Shouto says, teasing lightly and once again offering an out if Katsuki wants to take it.

"Pfft no." Katsuki sets the bowl down, a touch too hard, and starts rolling the dough into little balls. "Why would it be? I can make a week without cuddles easily."

"Uh-huh," Shouto says, knowing that he's bluffing. Katsuki tends to make snickerdoodles only when he's needing the comfort of his favorite childhood treat, so he's clearly more stressed than he's wanting to show. But Shouto respects the way he won't back down. If he were really upset, then he wouldn't let his pride get in the way.

"Can I--?" Shouto starts to ask but Katsuki shoots him a quick glare.

"Only if there's dough leftover, you greedy little shit," Katsuki says, rolling his eyes when Shouto gives him a happy look. Both of them know that he's going to leave some extra cookie dough for Shouto, but he doesn't have to admit it out loud.

Katsuki finishes rolling the dough into balls and puts the tray into the oven before dropping the bowl by Shouto's workspace, shaking his head slightly when Shouto immediately scoops some up and eats it. Katsuki turns to go clean up, but notices how little work Shouto's gotten finished while they've been here.

"If you can get that done by the time the cookies are done, I'll let you have two fresh out of the oven." He specifically doesn't say that Shouto gets a single cookie regardless, but he doesn't need to as Shouto nods, a determined look crossing his face as he gets back to work, letting Katsuki clean up.

Shouto does manage to get his work finished on time and they spend the rest of the evening together, not having to worry about class the next day. Though, both are worried about the extra challenge the weekend will bring since they won't have the excuse of training and classwork to busy them.

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Shouto whines softly as he wakes up, burrowing under the blanket as his head pounds at how bright the light streaming in through the window is. He lays in bed for a little longer before getting up, wincing as he has to grab onto his desk to steady himself.

He shakes his head barely, regretting the motion almost immediately as it makes his stomach roll. It's clear that it'd be a bad idea even going downstairs so he just goes to the bathroom and brushes his teeth before crawling back into bed and grabbing his phone.

S: Kat… I don't feel good.

He doesn't immediately get a response, though the text has been read, and he's nearly fallen back asleep when there's a light knock on his door. Shouto whines softly but gets up to answer the door, smiling a bit when he sees Katsuki on the other side carrying container of soup.

Katsuki jerks his head in the direction of Shouto's bed and Shouto obediently goes and crawls under the covers. Katsuki sets the container on Shouto's nightstand and kneels down, brushing some of Shouto's hair out of his face.

"Mind eating some of that for me, Shou?" Katsuki asks softly, shushing him softly when Shouto just makes a face. "I know, but you have to eat something."

Shouto nods and sits up while Katsuki removes the lid from the container, handing the container and gesturing for Shouto to sip at it. Shouto does and realizes that the soup mainly consists of broth, meaning Katsuki guessed right at how he was feeling.

He's able to stomach about a third of the container before his stomach complains and he pushes it back into Katsuki's hands, who nods and puts the lid on it before setting it to the side. Katsuki looks at him with a contemplative expression before sighing softly.

"The bet's over." He says. Shouto gives him a confused look, the words not making any sense. Just because he's sick doesn't mean they can't still do the bet. "Shut up. I know you, princess. You're even more cuddly when you're sick and I'm not going to withhold one of the things that makes you feel better just because of a damn bet."

Shouto nods, leaning back in bed while Katsuki grabs Shouto's laptop off his desk and settles on the bed beside him. Shouto leans his head against Katsuki's shoulder while the other pulls up Netflix, picking Shouto's favorite movie before pulling Shouto properly into his arms.

They spend the rest of the day watching movies and cuddling with Shouto drifting in and out of sleep and breaks where Katsuki would go down to the kitchen and bring back more soup/eat his own meals.

"It is kinda funny though." Katsuki says while the credits of one movie are rolling. Shouto hums in responds and Katsuki chuckles a bit. "The one week we decide to do this, everything goes wrong and makes it even more difficult."

Shouto giggles a bit. "Yeah. I mean, it's supposed to be a challenge, right?"

Katsuki nods and presses a kiss to the top of Shouto's head. "Yeah, makes me wonder, though. If we can't manage a week of no cuddling while we're still in school, how are we going to make it through any week-long missions as heroes?"

Shouto yawns softly and nuzzles into Katsuki's neck. "Hmm, guess we should try to always be paired up. Then we won't have to go without."

Katsuki chuckles and picks another movie, figuring Shouto's not going to be awake for much of it the way he's acting. "Hmm, maybe. Rest, princess. We can figure that out later."

Shouto nods and snuggles a bit closer to Katsuki, falling asleep to the opening credits.

[patchofsunlight]

1K FOLLOWERS EVENT!!! — WRITING CHALLENGE

MASTERLIST TO THIS WRITING CHALLENGE

hey!!! hello!!! it’s me!!! i think most of you know but uh i reached 1k followers!!! i didn’t expect that and i’m very very happy about it thank you so much i love you hehe

i’d love to do a nice event to celebrate but i still got requests for the 800 followers event to finish, so, thanks to a suggestion by the dougnut anon (i love you) i thought of making a writing challenge event!!!

i’ll provide you a list of prompts, and then you can choose one and write something with it, be it an imagine or a drabble or headcanons!!! you can choose literally any prompt and just. write!! and then post it and tag me on it with the “nina’s 1k event” tag so i can reblog it and add it to the event masterlist when the event is done!!!

so, in conclusion, this is how it goes:

— you choose one (or more!) of the prompts from the list down below

— you write something with it! you can write for any of the fandoms i write for, so Percy Jackson and Heroes of Olympus, BNHA, and ATLA! 

↳ you can write any genre and trope, fluff, angst, crack, coffee shop! au, soulmates, whatever. just write anything you feel like writing! have fun with it!!!!

— you post your writing and tag me on it!! and please just like write somewhere that it’s for my event and what prompt you chose so i can know!!! and add the “nina’s 1k event” tag!!!

— you can write as many prompts and as many fics as you want! go wild

— yes supporting writers on tumblr yes

you can send in your writings until,,,, uh,,,, October 23rd. yeah!!! i hope you guys participate, i’m sure i’ll love to read everything you write!!!!

the prompt list comes under the cut!!! i’m excited hehe

PROMPT LIST

(they are mainly dialogue prompts because. that’s what i’m here for. also i came up with them but i’m pretty sure some are from other prompt lists and i just remembered them lmao) (also i made like..... sub-prompts to some of the prompts because i just had ideas and i couldn’t not put them there)

1. “I think I’m falling in love with you, and it scares me.”

2. “Please, help me.”

3. “I’m not saying you’re an asshole, except that’s exactly what I’m saying.”

4. “I’ve always been in love with you, since the beginning.”

5. “I don’t mind it if it’s you.”

6. “I missed you so, so much.”

7. “You can’t adopt a pet everytime you feel upset, Character B.”

8. “I thought you loved me.”

9. Character A: Where the fuck are you? Character B: Space doesn’t really exist, so I’m nowhere. Life is built on social constructs and, since there’s no way to know if we’re really alive or if it’s just an illusion, I can’t be anywhere. A: B. B: Yeah, sorry, I got caught up but I’ll be there soon.

10. “What? Me? Afraid? Come on! I’m actually terrified.”

11. “You look beautiful.”

12. “If you do this, I’ll never forgive you.”

13. “I’ll always forgive you.”

14. “It’s not your fault.”

15. “You did this! You ruined me!”

16. “You are like sunlight.”

17. “You’re enough. You’re enough, and I love you.”

18. “Why am I never good enough?”

19. “Okay, so, like, I might, well, it’s not that I might, it’s that I do, I, just, shit! Okay, well, you see— I am kind of absolutely in love with you.”

20. “You make me really, really happy.”

21. ways to say “I love you” without saying “I love you”

22. “Go to bed, you idiot.”

23. “I really like having you around.”

24. “I’m glad you exist.”

25. “You have no idea how much you mean to me.”

26. “I’m so proud of you.”

27. “I have always cared about you.”

28. Character A: I’ve never been wrong but since I met you, I’ve been wrong a ridiculous amount of times. Character B: What do you mean? A: I keep thinking you cannot get any more stupid and then you prove me wrong every single time.

29. “I’d love to be lonely with you, if you’d let me.”

30. “You lied to me!”

31. “I’m so in love with you it hurts.”

32. “If you quote another TikTok, I swear on God—”

33. make one of the characters a TikToker

33.2. “If I see you do the Renegade one more time I will literally punch you in the face.”

33.3. Character A: I love you. Character B: No, you don’t, Topper! You love the idea of me, you love being seen with me, but you don’t love me! A: ... B: I love you too.

33.4. Character A: Stop quoting TikToks! It’s annoying! Character B: Okay, okay! Sorry! A, later that day, alone in their room, muttering: Who painted the Mona Lisa? Mona Lisa! Yeah, yeah, yeah. Da Vinky?! A: *freezes* A: FUCK!

34. playing Among Us

34.2. “YOU WERE THE IMPOSTOR ALL ALONG? I TRUSTED YOU, I DEFENDED YOU, I—”

34.3. Character A: I saw you vent. Character B: No you didn’t. Vote A out, it’s them. C: k D: k E: k A: Wait, what the fuck? [A was not An Impostor. 1 Impostor remains.]

35. Among Us!AU 

36. Character A: I should’ve never trusted you! Character B: Oh, don’t blame me for this! You brought this upon yourself!

37. “I didn’t have a choice!”

38. “How could you do this? I loved you!”

39. “You deserve to be happy too.”

40. “We’re more than friends and you know it.”

41. Character A: Why did you do that? Character B: I did it for the vine.

42. Character A: Fuck. Oh, fuck. I’m in love with Character B! Character C: Yeah. A: Why the fuck didn’t you tell me?! C: What?! I thought you knew!

43. Character A: What?! That’s illegal! Character B: *sneezes* B: Oh, sorry! I’m allergic to cowards.

44. “I’m sorry I'm not good enough for you.”

45. “I wish you were here.”

46. “Why don’t you ever stay? Why do you always have to leave?”

47. Character A: I still love you. Character B: Even now? Character A: Specially now.

48. “I needed you and you weren’t here.”

49. “You deserve so much better.”

50. “I want you. After all this time, I still want you. God, I’ll always want you.”

so this is it!!! please participate because if this flops i will cry and feel too embarrassed to ever show my face again<3 LMAOOO OKAY LOVE YOU!!! THANK YOU FOR 1K FOLLOWERS!!! I LOVE YOU ALL!!! i’m excited to see what you write!!!

[belphegorswhore]

Wowie, that message at the bottom of your last post was strangely aggressive. Okay, here’s an ask for your inbox: the brothers (and the other guys if you want to) react to a dumb MC. Like, someone who’s very pretty and cute, but you could swear that their looks are the only thing they have going for them. Their bad at school, ask dumb questions and are a total air head. Mega bimbo/himbo energy

See, now this is the content we want ;)

Obey Me! Characters react to himbo/bimbo/thembo MC

Lucifer:

Listen, we all know idiots are his type, I mean... he likes Diavolo... the #1 himbo

He’d have to sit and sigh anytime you say anything dumb, and he’d be like

“Why do I like them...?”

I think what really gets him is your clueless smile, I dunno I get vibes

It’s very charming to him, but he’s very upset that your failing school

Low-key ruining his reputation, he would not hold hands with you in public

It’s ok, he still loves you..

He would totally show you off at a dance because of your looks, but he would not allow you to talk

“You’re going to shake their hand and that’s it, do not speak”

Unlike the rest of his brothers, he wouldn’t trick you into doing dumb shit

Mammon:

“Damn, I guess I’ll have to take care of you”

He’d like to think that he’s the smarter and stronger one, so he has to take care of you

But he’s actually equally as stupid, so you guys would get in trouble a lot

“Hey, MC, you wanna ditch class?”

“Not really”

“But what if I said... you do it anyways..”

“Ok”

Would absolutely trick you into doing dumb stuff

But because of this, he’d make you take the blame if he did anything wrong

It’s not like anyone would believe him, but still

Oh, and what’s that...? Modeling???

Obviously you’d model with him now, he’d have a heart attack looking at you in some outfits though

Leviathan:

Oh no

“M-MC... you must hate looking at a-an otaku like me... I’m so disgusting...”

“What’s that mean..? Is that like the Naruti thing??”

“Wh- No!”

“Isn’t that like 12 episodes long, with Chris Evans or something”

“Stop!”

He was worried that you’d think he’s dumb, but now he’s getting a headache listening to you

You’d be easily impressed by his gameplay

“Wow, Levi, you’re so good at this game!”

“I-I’m playing a dating si- Actually, that would be correct I’m amazing at this game”

He would absolutely convince you to do Ruri-Chan cosplay

He’d regret it after because he’d have a stroke

Satan:

He’d think it’s very cute, but he’d constantly worry about you

He’s mostly worried about other people flirting with you at school

If he saw people flirting with you, he’d probably wall slam you in front of them and they’d go away

Like, that mans one of the seven lords or smth, they’re worried for their life

“See what happens when you stand there like a space cadet *sigh* at least be more alert when you’re by yourself or it’s gonna be your own damn fault when you get kidnapped”

“You’re right!”

“I said when you’re alone... you don’t have to worry about it when you’re with me, you can space out as much as you want”

“R-Right!”

“And I didn’t mean anything funny by that either! S-So don’t get the wrong idea!”

Did so just quote Fruits Basket? Yeah, but diD I ASK???

He’d feel bad about it, but he would totally get you to meow

He was joking at first, but now he does it all the time

He also gets you to help him prank Lucifer

Asmodeus:

At first he’d think your so pransome and that he’d have to work so hard to get you, then he’d find out you’re low key stupid and he’d be like

“This is gonna be so easy... but at what cost”

He’d truly try his best not to take advantage of you, so he’d just dress you up and do your make up a lot

Would definitely put you in sexy nice outfits and take pictures, but he’d keep them for himself

He’d also like to try a lot of his products on you, but still trick you

“MC, did you know this moisturizer is made from pure angel tears?”

“Whoa, no wonder my skin is so clear..- Wait, that’s so sad, are they okay!?”

He’d also lie to you about other stuff, just to see how you’d react

He’d literally tell you that Lucifer dyed his hair and that it used to be white, so the next time you interact with Lucifer it’d be like:

“Lucifer, I know you’re secret..”

“*glares* Which one..!?”

“*on the verge of crying* Wh-White hair.....!”

Lucifer would sigh and have to tell Asmo to stop tricking you

Beelzebub:

Oh no... 2 dumbasses

He didn’t even notice you were dumb, and he’s too shy to comment about your looks

He’d probably think you’re smart

“MC, what’s the answer to this question..?”

“The square root... of 68... Um... probably a carrot, that’s a root I think”

“Yeah, I like carrots so it’s probably right”

Mammon would definitely be mad that Beel calls him dumb but you smart

“Wow MC, you’re pretty and smart...”

You guys being together would be like the attractive one and the jock, iconic

But, or course, neither of you realize this

If you guys were cooking together and Beel ate the food it would go like:

“MC... where’d the food go?”

“...I don’t know, it was here a second ago”

Or like:

“It says ‘tsp’ of baking soda... what do you think that is, Beel?”

“I forgot... let’s just add a cup”

“Yeah, that’s probably safe”

You two would make Luke cry

Belphegor:

Honestly gave it his all at first, but now he’s tired

“MC... you wanna sleep together?”

“Oh, like a pillow fort!? I’ve always wanted to have a pillow fort with you, this is great!”

“Wh- No- Sure, yeah”

He’d be really happy when you wear his clothes though, especially his sweaters

And, just like Satan, he’d get you to prank Lucifer with him

“Ok, so you’re going to talk to him while I put a whoopie cushion on his chair, he’s dumb so he’ll fall for it”

And when your distracting Lucifer you’d end up saying something like

“Lucifer, are you dumb?”

“Wh- No.”

“Okay, I thought you were dumb”

And before you could finish the prank, Lucifer would storm out he room because you thought he was dumb

Belphegor would be disappointed and you’d be confused

“What did I do wrong..?”

“Nothing, you did great. In the end Lucifer got mad and that was the goal”

While he does think you’re attractive, this asshole would love tricking you for his enjoyment

Diavolo:

The #1 himbo

Everyone else would be like ‘Wow, this human is so beautiful and they got with the prince of Devildom! That’s amazing!”

But really he was nice to you once and you were like ‘wow... him’

“MC... you are very... delightful... to view”

“He’s so good with his words <3”

He does think youre attractive though, and just like Lucifer, he’d want to show you off (but in a more fun way)

He’d literally carry you to class, both to show you off and probably because you want to be carried

You could be in the middle of a meeting and sitting on his lap and he wouldn’t mind

Everyone else would though

Since you’re bad at school he would try to help you, but it’s very difficult

“Okay, so this war happened 4000 years ago-“

“When?”

“...4000 years ago”

Solomon:

Y’all thought Asmo was flirting too much?? Nah, he stopped after he got what he wanted, Solomon would keep going

“Wow you’re dumb, I like that in a person”

“I’m not dumb...”

“But, it’s in a cute way”

“Wow, he called me cute”

Once he gets closer to you... he messes with you even more

“Hey MC, there’s a stain on your shirt”

“Really, where- *gets flicked*”

This asshole would not stop messing with you

He’d even mess with you just to mess with the brothers

(In front of any of the brothers) “Hey, MC, I dropped that, can you pick it up for me?”

“I just saw you drop-“

“It slipped out of my hand..”

“Oh ok.”

“*whispers* haha.. nice ass”

Simeon:

He thinks it’s cute, even if you’re failing everything

“It’s fine.. it’s cute :)”

But you guys are also both dumb, and technologically challenged

Texting each other would go like:

“Wha TSS jup”

“Nowtwhisng”

“Met oo :))”

He would probably compliment you a lot, doesn’t matter if you can’t handle it, he’ll keep going

“You’re so pretty and cute, has anyone ever told you that?”

“Yeah, you said that earlier today”

“I can’t even look at you because you’re so bright ;)”

“I’m, like, normal light though...”

“*sighs* it’s okay, it’s cute”

If anyone else called you dumb though... I dunno... might just... glare at them

He wouldn’t fight anyone though, he’s a man of GOD unless...

Barbatos:

He likes it, but he hates it. It’s cute sometimes, but he gets a headache other times

“If... theoretically, I jumped off the roof-“

“Please don’t.”

“No no, theoretically, you could time travel into the past and catch me...”

“Actually, it would have to be the future, and I wouldn’t do that. Please don’t :)”

He’d also help you with school, but sometimes he’d be tired of you not understanding and would do the homework for you

He thought it was a lot of work to handle Diavolo, but you surpassed his expectations

You’re lucky he likes you, I guess...

“Barbatos... why are you staring at me like that..?”

“No reason”

“...Do I look weird, is there something on my face??”

“No, you look nice today”

“Wow, you’re such a great friend :)”

“.... :)”

It’s okay, he thinks your stupidity is barely charming

Luke:

“Don’t worry, I’ll protect you from these horrible demons!!”

He would worry a lot about your safety because he’d think you’re too dumb to realize when someone’s after you

“Didn’t you realize he was flirting with you!? Disgusting!”

“But he was being nice to me”

“That’s what demons do to get what they want”

“What do they want?”

“Uh.. um... I don’t know- But I’m sure it’s bad!”

Simeon would try to reassure Luke, but it wouldn’t work

“Luke, it’s fine. They’re all just complimenting them because they’re really pretty-“

“No, you too!? Simeon, I thought I could trust you!!”

One day if he’s trying to defend you, he’d probably end up threatening Lucifer

“....pardon?”

“I-I said I’ll fight you if you k-keep doing that...!”

And then Lucifer would scare him with no hesitation because he feels no remorse for him

I added everyone cuz no one but God can stop me. this took way too long, I’m sorry

[lilac-sweet-giggles]

Just a Kiss, Or Else... (BakuDeku Fic)

Description: Bakugo just wants to get a kiss from Midoriya, but when the bean is hesitant about it Bakugo swoops in to encourage the other...

WARNING!!!: This Fic contains slight spoilers from the manga, read with caution if you dare!! It also contains some lee!deku and a Ler!Bakugo. This is my first time posting any sort of writing on here, so I wouldn’t mind some feedback on how I can improve TwT

(ft. the help of the lovely @gotmeringinghellsbells​ )

Word count: 1077

Ever since Deku started to float, Bakugo was more cautious on getting both ahead of Deku and keeping an eye on him for any clumsy accidents he might make. Yeah he’s gonna be #1, but for now he’s gotta keep an eye on the chosen one. Right now, it was a relationship he didn’t expect himself to be in, yes they were dating but it was nothing too much.

"I want to kiss you-" well that was so forward, Bakugo and Deku were both on a small break from studying and Bakugo was just so drawn from the Deku freckles and lips.

"Oh?" Bakugo crawls over to the other on the floor and goes in to kiss him, "Uh, um....." Deku puts his hands on the other's chest and looked to the side, blush present, "What is it?" Bakugo asked as he pulls back, he combs at the green locks as deku leans into the hand.

He just seemed so open to cuddles and nuzzles, but not kisses, "Oh um, sorry, I'm just still new to....us....." uhhh Huh, Bakugo sighs and just takes his hand back from the bean, "It's been a month already. You can't keep rejecting forever...you go for these damn nuzzles and cuddles you damn rabbit." Deku snorts at the last part and shoves at the blonde.

"Hmp, Ok, lets try again." They tried about 2-3 times, but the nerd kept pulling back, why though?

"Just, nervous, Kacchan." The other signed before gently kissing his cheek. His face was red, he was as flustered as Deku. But why couldn't Deku do this?

That’s when Bakugo had an idea, "We're gonna change that; You try to kiss me." he brought the other over to him and places him on his lap, holding him in place.

"See what happens when you pull back." oh dear, sounds like a threat from Kacchan. Deku tried to take this as a challenge.

He leans in and tried to pucker his lips up to try and connect to the other lips, but with the sudden breath from Bakugo it caused Deku to pull back. Bakugou smirked before hands started to knead at Deku's hips. Green eyes widened before the smaller burst into giggles,"K-Kachan!"

“What did I say?” The blonde asked in a teasing growl.

“K-Kahahacchan no no! Stohop!” His little hiccups hitched until he covers his mouth with his hands, “We’ll get you to come out of your damn shell-“ he props Deku up again and watched him recover, “Now, try again, just a kiss.” Bakugo teases. Deku just imagined it, the tickles, they could be worse!!

He leans in once more but pauses, wait a sec, Deku wasn’t dumb. What if he gets tickled after even kissing him??

He stood there for more than a second and didn’t lean in nor out, “Make your choice nerd~” his hand was resting on Deku’s cheek, feeling the warm red face cupped in his calloused hands.

“Mmmmm, I can’t! I can’t!” He tried to get out of his arms but all he did was wiggle like a lil worm

“Hehe, let me out let me out!!” And Deku leans in to hide his face into Bakugo’s shoulder. Bakugou smirked, laughing a bit from disbelief. "It's just a kiss! You kiss icy hot's cat on the head all the time. Just kiss me." Deku shook his head.

“Unless you /want/ to be tickled.”

“H-Huh? No!” Pfffff it seemed like Deku did.

“Hm, then kiss me.“ his fingers wiggled on his ribs and it made Deku go crazy

After Bakugo pauses again, for a 5th time, Deku took a deep breath, staring at the other with his blush still present. His hands rested on Bakugo’s cheeks like how Baku rests his hands on the bean. Closes his eyes shut and just went in to peck the lips, surprising Bakugo and feeling a raspberry, “EEEEK-!!” Deku finally falls back and covers his stinging raspberry attacked lips, but it felt nice....

Bakugo bends over to face the boy laying on the black carpet floor of Bakugo’s room, “I want more.....kisses.....”

“Well nerd, kiss me then.” And that’s what he did, the second kiss was still a bit shaky but Deku got the taste a bit better

And it was a little longer, and he possibly fell into a little kiss trans. They pulled back again and Bakugo saw the boy light up in the eyes...

“Another?” Bakugo asked

Deku nods softly and smiles, god he was adorable. The two leaned in at the same time until they met in the middle, Bakugo feeling the nerd’s cheek and Deku clutching to the shirt material on Bakugo’s chest softly. the blonde smirked before peppering kisses all over his face, Deku and him taking turns. "Tihihihickles," the smaller cracked up as freckles were covered in soft love, "So you do want to be tickled."

“Hehe nooooooooooo.” Bakugo didn’t budge as he rested his chin on Deku’s chest, scratching under his chin, resulting in Deku kicking his legs as if he was a rabbit or dog,“Hm,Damn rabbit.”

He moved Deku back onto the bed before digging in under his arms.

"Whahahait no! eek!" Bakugou smirked before kissing over the other's neck and freckles. The arms wrapped around Bakugo’s neck, giggling his little head out

Then Deku goes an hesitantly kiss his neck too causing Bakugo to chuckles from the soft gesture, “Back to studying.” the bab pouts, but they must continue back to working.

“Can I stay sitting in your lap? While we study?” Deku asked as he sat up himself, Bakugo sits up and shrugs, arms out to the nerd, “Whatever.”

Deku smiles and scoots to the blonde, both reaching to the ground to get their books and bring them back up to the bed.

Bakugo brought Deku to his lap again; back against his chest and got their books to their laps. Moments that Deku got some problems right, he got some sweet gentle neck and cheek kisses, but if he was wrong he would go down the Denki idea and tickle Deku. Slowly, the two became tired from the game, well, mainly Deku . He laid back on Bakugou's bed before the other pulled him in close for cuddles. Slowly, the two drifted asleep.... after one last kiss.

Deku's small smile and blush was the last thing Bakugou would see until he was bedhead sleepy faced in the morning.

[newcaptainofsquad9]

So, When Can We Tell The World? {1} Min Yoongi x black! fem! reader

Parts: 1 2 3 4  5 6 

Pairing: Yoongi x reader

Summary: You and Yoongi have been collaborating for a few years, what the public world didn’t know however was that the both of you were in a happy, functioning relationship. After showing up to support at one of your shows, Yoongi suggests going public, making you anxious for him, but most of all your own well-being with his fans and of what the South Korean public would think of you. 

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Romance, Idol-verse, Smut (hinted at in this part, but none explicitly)

Word Count: 2, 046

Author’s Note: So, here we are another series. I know too many, but this one will probably be the same chapter length as Shakespeare Sub, I promise. Anyways, I hope ya’ll enjoy it and if ya’ll have any BTS or EXO requests, send them my way. Thanks!

The last song of the concert always feels surreal. The stage isn’t huge, just a decent sized theater in Bluetsville(your hometown). It’s the thought that gets me, I’ve played at bigger venues before, yet coming back always gets me emotional. Once the song finishes I smile so hard my cheeks hurt and glance out into the crowd as applause fills the entire venue. 

One person stands out the most with his over-sized black hoodie, glasses and a cap with my stage name on it. I wouldn’t have done a double take if he didn’t flash that familiar gummy smile, as if he knew I was going to look there. It’s only a moment, yet I recognize Yoongi’s smile anywhere, he hardly does it even around me. Maybe his fans don’t notice him but in that slip second I did as he claps the loudest before sending me his finger hearts. I start to do it back, but stop myself abruptly. No, that’ll just draw attention to us. It’s almost an exclusive k-pop gesture, which someone on Twitter could easily pick up on. Instead I send him a quick wink. 

“Thank you so much!” I scream.

The crowd reacts in thunderous applause once more, I give one last bow and turn back towards the curtain, disappearing behind it.

***

I find myself dressed down in my dressing room, wearing one of Yoongi’s old hoodies, a snapback and grey sweats. My phone lights up abruptly, signalling an upcoming call from my brother, Kevin of all people. 

“Sup loser,” I say through a low giggle. 

“Yo idiot,” he answers back, “how’d the show go?”

I sigh with a dopey grin.

It was amazing. Even though the people packed together in swayed, waved and sung together like a frenzied horde, I couldn’t help but think back to Yoongi. I hope he got to wherever he needed to safely. 

“Uh, did you hear me?” Kevin asks. 

“Y-Yeah,” I say quickly, “it went amazing, a little more daunting compared to my first tour.”

Kevin gaffs.   

“If that didn’t boost your chances at the Grammys, I don’t know what will!” 

I chuckle against the phone at my brother’s words. 

“I don’t think that’s how it works Kev,” I say, “I don’t really care, they invited me, I guess to preform.”

Kevin hums. 

“Yeah?” he asks, “And what about ol’ Agust D, eh? he performing with you? I heard him and the guys were supposed to be there too.”

I can’t help but smile when he mentions Yoongi’s other rap persona. That album was what made me discover Yoongi’s music, along with BTS’s discography and eventually pushed me to want to collaborate with them. What I didn’t expect was to fall in love with Yoongi during our time recording All The Crown Players(a song from your album). 

“I’m not really sure,” I say, “you know how they can be.”

“Oh, I know, how can they snub you twice!” Kevin whines, “anyway, I gotta go! Next time you talk to ol’ Suga tell him I said hey!”

I roll my eyes. 

“I told you  to call him Yoongi,” I groan. 

“Ey, that’s what the fans call him,” he says, “talk to you later, love you.”

“Love you too idiot,” I say.

Kevin starts to say something else but I hang up anyway. If he’s got something to do he won’t call back as fast and I won’t get another earful. 

“That’s what you get for teasing me about my boyfriend,” I mutter to myself.  

A text from Yoongi lights my phone up instead. 

Yoongi: It amazes me every time you perform, God you were so amazing babe

My dopey smile returns once my fingers numbly tap the keypad in response.

Me: I saw you at the end! How the hell did you get in without anyone recognizing you?

Yoongi responds straight away.

Yoongi: I have my ways. I’ve been doing this for seven years sweetheart, I’ve mastered the art of incognito mode. 😎

My grin spreads out at his message. My fingers follow the lame joke that pops into my head, yet I couldn’t care less.

Me: So, what you’re Batman? No, Anpanman! 😂😂

I giggle out as Yoongi’s response takes a little longer, as it should. Between my lame jokes and Jin’s dad jokes I think he’s fed up with the both of us. At least with me it makes some sort of sense. 

A moment passes, instead of a text back I get a call from Yoongi. Oh boy. 

“Hello?” I answer.

“I know you’re laughing,” Yoongi says, “I just want to confirm that it wasn’t funny.”

I cover my mouth to stifle the remaining giggles that flood out. 

“I know, but it’s true,” I say, “you are my Anpanman.”

Yoongi grumbles something that I can’t make out. 

“Sorry babe, what was that?” I ask. 

“Nothing Jagi,” he says, “anyway —”

“Yoongi,” I warn, “tell me, please?”

Yoongi sighs deeply.

“I said, I better be your Anpanman,” he admits, “are you happy now?” 

“Yes,” I say, “how long are you gonna be here?”

“As long as you want me,” Yoongi answers, “we got a small break before Grammys and the MMAs. I was wondering if we could meet at your place.”

My heart hammers in my chest at his words. We’ve stayed with each other overnight before, yet I always feel like I’m some lovestuck teenager when I’m around Yoongi. We rarely get moments together, if it’s public we have to remain friendly, but not too friendly to raise dating suspicions. Even when he’s here in America it’s difficult to schedule time for each other. I’m an artist too and BTS is getting just as huge, the fact that Yoongi and I both have time before the Grammy’s is a God send.    

“Y/N?” Yoongi asks, breaking me from my thoughts. 

“Yeah, we can meet there,” I reassure, “you still have a key?”

“You know I do,” he says, “see you there.”

I bit my lip before humming in agreement. 

***

The moment I step across the threshold of my house, I shut the door and twist the locks in place. A pair of strong arms wrap around my waist before I can get a chance to take my hands off the cold locks. 

“I need to go to your shows more often,” Yoongi says. 

I shiver at his breath near my ear and turn around in his arms to face him. He’s in his dark hoodie, but the hat is gone, revealing soft, short brown hair that falls into his eyes. 

“You come when you can,” I say, “I’m just glad you got there safely.”

Yoongi chuckles while he moves a hand up to cup my face. 

“You worry too much,” he notes, “I’m here, ok?”

His eyes soften as they bore into mine, he leans in to press our foreheads together. I follow his lead, our lips meet in a fierce kiss, something we haven’t been able to do in months. My fingers find themselves in his brown locks as he groans into the kiss, backing up slightly, yet not disconnecting from my lips. 

I pull back with a giggle.

“Are you good?”

Yoongi nods and nudges his head towards my velvet sofa. 

“I just wanted to take this to the couch,” he admits, “your concert took everything out of me.”

“Oh really?”

Yoongi nods as I take his hand and lead him to the sofa before we both plop down on it. 

“Really,” he confirms with a kiss, “you kinda got me worked up actually.”

I return his kisses fully, pull myself up into his lap and rub down his chest. 

“Is that in a good way?” I challenge. 

Yoongi growls against my jaw, kissing down my neck as his hands rub up and down my sides. 

“Oh it’s good baby, so good,” he groans, “God, tug your fingers in my hair again.”

I nod as our lips meet once again, my fingers find themselves in his hair as our make out continues. His moans make me smile, his hips bucking up against me as the kisses grow hungrier. 

“You’re so needy,” I whisper, “do you need me to take care of that?”

Yoongi’s eyes close as he nods. 

“Please, I, God, I love you,” he moans. 

My hands freeze once I reach for the buckle of his pants. Did he just say the l word? 

Yoongi opens his eyes, the lust that was once there is replaced with concern.

“Y/N?” he asks, “you all right?”

I nod and slide back onto the couch from his lap. 

“Yeah,” I lie. 

Of course I knew he loved me, he never says it though. I’m the one you says it, and Yoongi always responds with a “me too” or “love you more.” Never fully. It shouldn’t bother me much, yet it does for some reason. 

“Y/N,” Yoongi says. 

I look up and his face is only an inch from my own. 

“Was that too much?” he asks, “what did I do wrong?”

I stroke his cheek and shake my head. 

“Nothing, it’s just,” I pause before continuing, “it was just surprising to hear I love you from you.”

Yoongi pulls back to pull me into an embrace. 

“You had me worried,” he whispers, “I know I need to say it more especially when we’re pressed for time together.”

I smile in the crook of his neck. 

“No, it’s fine,” I say, “we can keep it between us.”

Yoongi pulls back with a puzzled glare.

“What do you mean?”

I sit up and gnaw at my lip. 

“Maybe, we shouldn’t say it often, because I don’t want it to slip out at the wrong time,” I explain, “with ARMY and all those girls clawing at you.”

Yoongi chuckles as he leans in to plant a few kisses down my neck. 

“Do they make you jealous?” he asks.

I can hardly focus as his lips continue to work. 

“Well, a little,” I say, “it’s a lot to live up to.”

Yoongi grows serious. I end up against his chest as his arms wound themselves tightly around me. His heart beats rhythmically in tune with mine, forcing me to calm down just a bit.

“They don’t hold a candle to you,” he says, “I love them, but it’s a different type of love. You know I’d do anything for you, right?”

The words get lodged in my throat at the intense look Yoongi throws at me. He’s completely serious. 

“Yoongi-”

“Y/N, I want to tell the world,” he admits, “ARMY, everyone.”

Where is he going with this?

“Yoongi, what are you-”

“We should be official,” Yoongi declares.

My mind goes haywire. He isn’t serious, right?

“But we are official,” I say, “Yoongi, we’ve already established that we’re dating.”

Yoongi shakes his head this time.

“Y/N you know what I mean,” he says, “I don’t want to hide anymore.”

A rush comes to my head at once. The headlines would be horrendous: “BTS star Suga has been revealed to be dating ‘urban’ Hip Hop artist Y/N Y/L/N.” Kpop Twitter will literally implode in on itself. Yoongi won’t get any rest and I won’t be able to live it down. If I was Korean maybe, just maybe I would get out alive, even if I was white too, but as a black woman? There’s not a chance in hell.

“Babe, please tell me what you’re thinking,” Yoongi pleads,”you’ve been quiet for awhile.”

“Yoongi, I don’t think that’s a good idea,” I say.

“How come?” he asks.

“Well, for one, do you know what happened with Chen? Kai? Jennie?” I ask, “the fans would devour me!”

“They wouldn’t,” he grumbles, “you’re an amazing person, singer, rapper and writer.”

“Yeah and black,” I say bluntly, “they can’t get past that.”

Yoongi takes both of my hands prior to squeezing tightly. 

“I know, but they’ll just have to handle it, right?”

It’s like the words aren’t even being comprehended. Does he not hear me? 

I inhale slowly and stand from the couch. 

“Y/N-”

I give Yoongi an artificial smile, something to get him off my back for a moment. 

“I-I’m ok, I-I just need some time to myself,” I say. 

Yoongi deflates, but nods anyway before leaning back into the couch. 

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

kiss me in the d-a-r-k .3.

monday

part 1 part 2

Warnings: non/dub con sex (some naughty talk and naughty touching :o)

This is dark!(dad)Steve and explicit. 18+ only.

Summary: A pool party, several awkward encounters, and our reader’s endless struggle.

Note: Okay, part 3! Let’s get wild. But we’re still at a steady pace here so don’t get too far! Steve’s closing in and our reader’s in a corner! 

I really hope you enjoy. 💋

<3 Let me know what you think!

...

You were far from relaxed. Your night had been spent sleepless and your morning was off to a rocky start. Kylie, as usual, was intent on sleeping til noon. You knocked on her door and tried to wake her but she sleepily batted you away and rolled over. So much for your vacation.

You returned to your room and texted your mom. Ten minutes, no answer. She was probably already at work. 

You thought about sneaking down for coffee but the memory of the previous morning deterred you. What would you do if you were caught alone with Steve? What would you say?

You thought about calling the visit short but how would you explain that to Kylie? Aside from her accusations of you being a party pooper, you might actually lose your only friend on campus. And if you did tell her why, you weren't so sure she'd believe you. It was her dad after all.

When Kylie awoke, you were relieved when she announced a shopping trip. Supplies for the party. It was a welcome distraction from your thoughts and much needed escape from the house.

You didn't need to worry about evading Steve or confronting him. You could just focus on the list and trust in Kylie's fake I.D. 

You ate a late lunch at a bistro and on your way back stopped to pick up two of Kylie's friends. Jenny and Danielle were kindred spirits to Kylie. You were starting to figure out the type of girl she was in high school. How did she end up with you?

You didn't mull it for to long. You and Kylie might have been complete opposites but she still enjoyed your company. You recalled the few nights you had torn yourself away from studying to join her at a house party or sneak in the back door of the club. She brought the worst out of you. That part you had repressed for honours and hopefully, a future.

Back at the house, Jenny and Danielle didn't waste time making themselves comfortable. They knew the house better than you and figured they had spent many after school hours there. You were an outsider again.

"We should set up the yard." Jenny announced. "Dani, you can get the drinks in the fridge."

"Dad says we can use the mini fridge," Kylie offered as she shifted the loaded paper bag across the counter. "He says once it's full, that's it. He doesn't want a rave."

"Cool. My mom won't even let us look at a drink," Jenny said, "You're dad's always so chill."

"He wasn't even suppose to be here," Kylie bemoaned. "I swear he stayed just to be a pain."

"Are my ears ringing or are you talking about me?" Steve stepped through the open glass door, his hair mussed and his body still damp from the pool. "Was just getting in a swim before my exile begins."

"Dad," Kylie actually looked close to smiling, "We were just saying how nice it is of you to let us have the party."

"We'll see how nice I feel in the morning," He shook his head, "The moment something's broke or there's vomit in my yard, you're done. Capacity is twelve….including the four of you." 

"Nice-ish," Kylie muttered. "Alright, let's get to work." She clapped her hands as she turned away from her dad. "Dani, drinks. Me and Jenny will start on the food and, um, oh, we need the table set up by the pool."

"I think I can handle that," You tried not to acknowledge Steve as he crossed the kitchen.

"Awesome," Kylie said as she began to unpack your wares, "Tables in the garage."

"Shed, actually," Steve paused in the doorway. "I moved it last week. I'll show you."

"I'm sure she can find it," Kylie shook her head.

"And how's she supposed to move it?" He challenged. "Let me get some shoes and I'll meet you out there."

Steve left and Kylie rolled her eyes. It was more playful than irritated. "Sometimes I can't tell if he's trying to be helpful or a pain in the ass."

You wondered the same and you tried to hide your dread. Was he trying to get you alone or was this just your usual misfortune?

"Uh, where's the shed?" You felt even dumber as Danielle was already carrying the drinks to the garage and Jenny was casually setting out a cutting board and knife.

"Round the side. Opposite side from the garage. Easiest is to go through the front." She explained as she unlocked her phone and searched for a playlist. "Let's get this party started." 

She hit play and forgot about you. You reluctantly left her as she began to sing along with Jenny. All you had to do was get the table set up. Easy. Quick.

You hopped down the cobble steps and crossed the grass to the side of the house. The shed was just beside a cottage style gate, hidden subtly in the shade of a weeping elm tree. It was almost like a quaint little cabin.

You heard footsteps and Steve appeared from around the front of the house. He had pulled on sneakers and a tee that clung to his broad torso. You stared at the vines that crawled up the side of the house and stepped back.

"Almost forgot the key," He held up a copper key and brushed by you. He unlocked the door easily and dropped the key in his shorts pocket. "It's buried in the back."

He ducked inside and jostled around a few bins of miscellany and squeezed past the riding mower. He grunted as he lifted the folding table and carefully guided it back.

"Used to have these big barbecues for Kylie's birthday," He stepped out and leaned the table against the shed. He closed the door without locking it. "Whole neighbourhood would come."

"Oh," You replied dully.

He lifted the table again. "You wanna get the gate?"

You scurried to the gate and stood on tiptoes as you felt around the other side for the latch. You popped it and pulled back the wooden door. He smiled at you as you waited for him to lead the way.

"So where do you want it?" He asked as he neared the pool.

"Just by the chairs I guess." You supposed it was the most practical place for it.

You followed and he set it down and unhooked the clasp to unfold it. He locked a pair of legs in place as you did the same. "Okay, on three." He counted and you flipped the table together.

"You're quiet today," He commented as you clapped your hands off. "Aren't you excited for the party?"

"Yeah, I guess," You shrugged.

"A lot of strangers, eh?" He asked.

"Lots of strangers at uni too," You countered.

"There would be," He was unfazed by your indifference. "You're welcome to hang out with me if it gets too much. I'll just be making myself invisible."

"Uh huh," You looked to the sliding glass door. "Thanks for the offer...I should go help them."

You brusquely walked away and felt his gaze follow you. You were more frustrated at his aloofness than the events of the night before. He didn't even seem to remember.

-

Taylor was the first to show up and Kylie was quickly distracted with her baser desires. Jenny and Danielle knew most of the other guests and quickly attached themselves to similar partners. Jenny with Jesse and Danielle with her old high school girlfriend Mia. 

There were two other guys who came with Taylor; Brent and Carlos. Plus two more of Kylie's friends from her old job; Anette and Danai. You were almost at capacity and you found yourself in a corner.

"Hey," Kylie had finally detached her mouth from Taylor's. "You wanna go grab the rest of the vodka. Punch is running low."

"Yes, my lady," You jibed.

"Well, I wouldn't ask if you were busy but you've barely said hi." She frowned.

"I did actually but no one heard me." You grumbled. "I'm good. I'll probably just take a dip."

"Or maybe try the punch once you top it up," She trilled, "Loosen up a bit."

"Alright," You shook your head and she wandered back to her date.

You were relieved to be free of the music and chatter that formed a wall around the pool. The voices were muffled as you slid close the kitchen door. You sighed and carried on down the hall to the garage.

It was cool inside and smelled of oil and must. Like any garage. You stomped down the three steps and headed for the fridge in the other corner. A wrench clicked and you noticed the shadow near the door. 

Steve looked over and smiled as he sat on the rolling stool and tinkered with the underbelly of a motorbike. You gulped and strode to the fridge. You opened it and squatted to search out the bottle of vodka.

You heard him stand, the wrench set aside on the stool. His footsteps neared the other side of the fridge door and you kept your eyes on the rows of cans and bottles.

"Hope you're not getting too wild," He leaned on the fridge as he spoke. You grabbed the neck of the bottle and stood.

"No," You replied meekly.

"Any cute boys?" He asked. You grimaced. "Nah, didn't think so…you seem the type to prefer someone a little more mature."

"Would you stop?" You turned on him and shut the fridge. He released it in surprise. "Why...Why did you do it?"

"It was just a kiss," He shrugged. You looked away. You recalled the warmth of his lips on yours. The silence filled with tension. "Wait...You're not...Are you a virgin? Oh, shit."

"Don't--" Your voice caught in your throat. It was all the confirmation he needed. "Is this what you do?"

"You think I'm an old pervert or something." He shook his head. "No, I never...before, I…"

"Why?"

"You're a pretty young woman. You're sweet and...I guess I'm lonely," He resigned, "Can you blame me? I mean, look at you."

"It's wrong," You asserted. "Kylie--"

"Is having her own fun. She's got her boy here. I'm not stupid," He said, "She's young, she's enjoying her life. Maybe you should try it, too."

"Maybe I should get back to the party," You backed away. He had gotten so close. "They're waiting."

"Alright," He was nonchalant. Confident, almost. "Have fun...don't get into too much trouble."

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For once, Kylie was right. Drinking was the solution. After returning from the garage, you were so on edge that you could barely stand still. You changed into your two-piece and treated yourself to a healthy cup of punch. And another.

You ended up in the pool with Kylie and several other girls. Your giggles carried into the dark night as you indulged and tried to forget about the night before. The vodka helped. The company more. In a way, Steve's advice had worked. You should enjoy yourself. Get over your stupid shyness and live.

When at last you climbed out, you hiccuped and reached for your towel. The party was thinning out. Kylie bent to kiss Taylor as he lazed across a beach chair and you dried yourself off. Danielle and Jenny called there goodbyes from the sliding door and dragged their dates with them. A reminder that you were the only one leaving stag. Well, except Kylie.

"Hey," Her whisper was loud. It was more a hiss. "I'm gonna sneak out with Taylor."

"What?" Your heart dropped. "But...your dad--"

"He's probably already asleep," She laughed, "Just open and close my door so he thinks I'm in bed."

"Kylie," You sighed.

"Come on," She whined, "I'm leaving in less than two weeks. I won't see Taylor for the rest of the summer."

"You know, you asked me to come here," You slurred and steadied yourself on the table. "And you just leave me all the time."

"Oh, Jesus, I promise, tomorrow we'll hang out," Taylor pulled at her hand as he stood. "Just you and me. I'll even do all the cleaning up."

You huffed and looked around. Everyone else was gone.

"Can't he just stay and sneak out in the morning?" You asked.

"No way. My dad would kill me."

"And if you sneak out?" You snapped.

"It's fine. Stop worrying so much." She started to pull Taylor toward to the gate. "We'll even go around so we don't wake him up, okay?"

"You owe me," You relented. There was no winning this fight. "Now go before you get yourself in trouble. Call a cab."

"We're walking," She called as you watched her go and she leaned on Taylor. Would they even make it to his place? He was relatively sober. At least steadier on his feet than her.

You tramped across the stone to the sliding door. It took you a few tries to click the lock into place. The climb up the staircase was daunting. Your head began to spin as you latched onto the rail. The vodka sank in your stomach and dulled your nerves. You quickly forgot about your anger.

The hall seemed longer than usual. You hiccuped loudly and cursed under your breath. You held onto the wall as you clung to the towel hanging loosely around your still damp body. You leaned on your door heavily and turned the handle. It took a few tries and you fell through onto your side. 

You giggled across the floor, your legs still in the hallway. Okay, you were drunk. You sat up and grabbed onto the door frame. You pulled yourself up and before you could sink back down, you felt a hand on your elbow. You turned as Steve kept you from toppling again.

"Woah, be careful," He said. "Don't hurt yourself."

"Wh-where did you come from?" You asked. A voice in the back of your head told you to pull away but you feared another fall.

"I was just in my room and I heard you," He explained, "I thought you were Kylie."

"Sh-she's in bed," You said a bit too abruptly. Did he know you were lying? Surely those deep blue eyes saw right through you. "Which is where I'm headed."

"Oh, are you now? You think you'll make it?" He challenged.

"I can do it myself," You tore your arm from him and stumbled into your room. You caught the door before you could crash back into the floor. You leaned dangerously against it. "You...you…" 

The thought floated away as he neared and took your arm again. You shivered and his other hand felt the side of your bathing suit. "You're wet."

"I was swimming, duh," You spat. "I'm fine."

"Just let me help you," He said exasperated.

You harrumphed but let go of the door. He guided you to the bed and you collapsed onto it sloppily. He chuckled and you listened to his footsteps. You turned to watch him pick up the towel where it lay strewn across the threshold. He closed the door and hung it over a chair.

"What are you--I gotta sleep!" You wriggled across the bed and buried your head in the pillows as if to hide.

"Not in a wet bathing suit," He said. "You'll get sick."

"I told you, I'm fine." You lifted your head. "Now go."

You heard him moving around. His weight shifted the bed and you tried to shimmy away. His large hand settled on your hip and he turned you over. You swallowed a belch as he did. 

"Come on, sit up." He pulled you up and you hung limp from his grasp. "Let's get you changed." He leaned you against his shoulder and his fingers deftly rolled up the top of your swimsuit. "Arms up." 

Dazed, you did as he said and he slipped your top past your head. You fell back and your tits jiggled. You didn't miss his stare as you blinked. You crossed your arms to cover yourself. His fingers glided over your waist, you felt his warmth as he moved closer and bent over you.

He kissed you again. Deeper than the night before. His hand moved along your torso and up your arms. He pulled them away from your chest. You groaned and his lips trailed to your cheek and down your neck. You murmured at the tickle within your core.

"What are you doing?" You whispered. He dragged his mouth along your throat and his hand squeezed your tit. Your back arched without thinking. "Steve…"

"Shh," He looked up at your as he went lower. 

His blue eyes flared and he bent his head over your chest. His golden hair fell forward as he pushed your tits against his face and took a nipple in his mouth. You pushed on his head but he didn't even notice.

He lifted his body over yours. He pressed his knee between your legs and forced them apart as he did. His tongue swirled around your nipple and you moaned. You clasped your hand over your mouth in surprise. Shame.

"Please, you can't--"

"It's okay, sweetie," He fondled your tit as he looked up at you. "I just want you to have a little fun...show you what you're missing."

He grabbed your bottoms and his hands slid over your ass as he yanked them down. He sat up as he brought your legs up to free them from your swimsuit and you gasp. He dropped your legs around him as he stared at your body. His fingers traced the lines of your pelvis and he bent over you again.

He stifled your protest with his lips. He kissed you roughly as he felt around. His fingers tickled your stomach and thighs as they danced around your pussy. You squeezed your legs around him. He took it as permission and rubbed two fingers against your lips. He moaned into your mouth as he pressed between your folds.

You trembled and he started to caress you. Gently at first. You moaned again and he parted from your lips. His other hand cradled your face as he nuzzled your neck. You wiggled beneath him but it only intensified his touch. He played with your clit and you whimpered. 

It was too much. 

Your breath hitched and he started to kiss your neck, little nibbles along the flesh. You felt the orgasm building. Bigger than any you had experienced before. Hotter than that felt at your own touch. You bit your lip and his fingers sped up.

The noise that came from you was humiliating. You cried out and your thighs tensed. You tilted your pelvis against his hand as you climaxed. Your mewls pierced your rampant breaths and his fingers eased you through your peak.

Slowly, he sat up. He dragged his slick fingers down your thighs and left a trail of your juices along your skin. You could see his arousal through his pajamas. He reached for a familiar pair of leopard print shorts and backed up. He hooked them around your feet and tugged them up your legs.

He dressed you carefully in the pajamas he had set beside you. He took your swimsuit bottoms and rubbed the crotch between his thumb and index. He smirked and stood. You were out of breath and spinning. You watched his blurry figure as he moved around the room. 

He disappeared through the door of the bathroom before he returned. He still held your bathing suit. He neared the door with one last look over his shoulder. In your haze, you couldn't make out his face, only heard his voice. 

"Good night, sweetie." He flicked the light off and the door opened and closed. 

You laid in the dark, drunk on vodka and bliss, and the heat between your legs lulled you into a stupor. The world faded to black as the memories melted to dreams.

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