#SHES JUMPING INTO THE BUNSEN BURNER?

[seithr]

I finished mass effect three ✌️

[beemynumberone]

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Sparks Fly

(You light up my world)

-> pairing: HS Akaashi Keiji x Female Reader

-> Soulmate AU (literal sparks fly when you touch)

-> genre: fluff, the tug-at-your-heartstrings-kind?

-> format: oneshot

~ Part 2 of A Haikyuu Soulmate Series (Ushijima)

my haikyuu masterlist

You’re in the chemistry laboratory when it happens. You reach across the table for the sodium hydroxide at the same time Akaashi does.

“Oh sorry, you go first.” Akaashi, ever the gentleman, gestures for you to take the bottle.

And so you spurt the solution into your wellplate, according to the strategically-placed instruction sheet between you two.

You hand the bottle to Akaashi on your right without looking, feeling his slender fingers ghost over yours. Next thing you know, you hear a sizzle.

You swivel to the source of the noise.

Oh sparks shucks

Sparks fly from where your hands touch, jumping down onto the unfortunate instruction paper below. The paper is set ablaze.

Your heart drops to your stomach.

“Everyone out!” Your chemistry teacher commands.

The class scurries out, murmuring about the sudden evacuation. You stand next to Akaashi, whose gunmetal blue eyes look as confused as you are.

“What just happened?” Akaashi whispers to you.

“I don’t know,” you whisper back. “I handed you the bottle and then sparks started flying out of our hands. You saw it too right?” Akaashi nods in response.

The next few days are a series of awkward manoeuvring.

During physical education lesson (aka. supervised playing), you opt to play table tennis with him instead of your usual recreational two-men basketball.

In the cafeteria, you sit diagonally opposite each other. You keep your legs bent away from him and Akaashi does the same.

And the next week, Akaashi is seated firmly across the laboratory from you.

You suggested these changes to Akaashi after the last lab incident. He agreed, worried that another touch may lead to more accidental fires.

But now, seated across the room, Akaashi felt…empty. He couldn’t quite put his finger on it. He just knew that his heart ached when he saw you being so distant from him.

When he saw your genuine smile given to another classmate.

And when you helped that same classmate to light up their Bunsen burner. (He used to ask you to help him light his burner, claiming that his lighter wouldn’t work. You knew it was a fib - he could always ask to use yours, but you helped him anyway.)

He tried to shake off the feeling.

Get it together Keiji. You know why she’s treating you this way.

And so days went by with you two spending less time together, with Akaashi suppressing his feelings. The volleyball season was also approaching, giving him something to think about.

It is at a match that Akaashi truly sees you again.

Fukurodani is up against Nohebi. Both teams are at a stalemate in their second set, 30 for Nohebi and 31 for Fukurodani. Akaashi is panting. They’ve been going at this last set for close to an hour now.

He sets. The spiker hits. The ball bounces past the Nohebi players. Akaashi rejoices. Finally.

“Sir, the spiker touched the net! That’s a foul, it’s our point!” A Nohebi player, with the most annoying voice Akaashi’s ever heard, calls out.

The referee dares to even look convinced. Akaashi cannot believe the guy. He’s tired, his team is exhausted and he can’t blame them. He knows he won’t be able to draw out their potential like this.

Then, he hears a voice from the Fukurodani spectator section. Your voice.

“No, it’s not! The spiker touched the net after the ball made contact with the floor. Read the rules dude!”

Akaashi watches, dazed. You pluck the phone out of the hands of a spectator who was recording (with their consent of course) and stomp down to the referee, demanding that they rewatch the moment.

Akaashi is so grateful. You care, and you still have his back like the old times.

The referee (probably tired of the game), counts the point as Fukurodani’s. So they win! You cheer in elation with the supporters.

After the match, Akaashi offers to walk you home. You accept. And somehow, you end up next to the school pond. Somewhere you guys used to meet up when Akaashi was overthinking and needed a listening ear.

Maybe due to the adrenaline from winning or that he now knew that you cared, Akaashi decides that it’s the perfect time.

He begins by asking so politely for permission to give you a letter.

And you accept, knowing the potential consequences.

He hands you a brown envelope then gingerly brushes his fingertips against the back of your hand. You two hold your breaths, ready to dunk yourselves in the water (you hoped it was clean) if need be.

And sparks fly

Again, but they don’t destroy.

You shove the envelope haphazardly into your pocket. Akaashi wraps his fingers around yours more firmly this time, and you slide both hands securely into his in affirmation.

So you two stand there holding hands, wisps of sparkly smoke cascade from your intertwined hands and swirl into the air around you.

Akaashi feels at peace. Standing with you, all his doubts and worries simply evaporate.

And at that moment, he realises - you’re his soulmate. His spark, here to burn those meddlesome thoughts and to create something beautiful with him.

Looking into your eyes full of curiosity and wonder and love, he knows that you think so too.

Here’s Bokuaka with sparklers!

[echantedtoon]

A Wizard's (Matchmaker) Apprentice

Sofia notices that Mr. Cedric happens to be particularly nervous around one particular maid after some sisterly advice she decides to not only be his apprentice but a little matchmaker too.

There was a few things she was absolutely sure she was good at. Jump rope, hopscotch, and baking her mother's favorite cookies to name a few however she wasn't so good at practicing magic spells. Turning a ruby to a rock, a line into an emerald, and a show into a perfect glass slipper was perfectly fine for her to do but she was having difficulties with the new potions Professor Merryweather had assigned to her class 

Luckily she knew exactly who to turn to for help!

Mr. Cedric the King's sorcerer! He helped her once before and surely he could help her learn how to make these complex potions! So when she had turned up to his courters requesting to become his apprentice again he was eager to agree. By now she was familiar with how Mr. Cedric liked to have his books aligned and how he liked his potion bottles lined up from tallest to smallest or how he wanted just a few cobwebs to remain to give off that creepy sorcerer's lair without all the dust making him sneeze.

However unlike the last time she had been his apprentice she had noticed something strange about the place. It was much cleaner than the last time she visited him. Did he learn how to organize his space better? Or did he use some kind of cleaning spells? No. No that wasn't the case at all really and she'd find out why quickly on her first day of being an apprentice again.

"Remember measurements ARE important!," the resident sorcerer stressed with his back turned to her and one hand pointed upwards. "The reason why you can't get your levitation potion to work is because you kept putting in too many teaspoons of dried dove feathers."

The small mini cauldron heated over the small bunsen burner bubbled and boiled at the precise temperature needed for the recipe. Turned on by her and adjusted properly by Mr. Cedric to correct her before scolding her of having to learn how to regulate heat on the cauldron as well. 

"Right!" This time she made sure to put two spoonfuls of the white powdery substance in the cauldron instead of three from the small jar she held turning the bubbling water from a blue to a white in color. "Got it! What's the next step Mr. Ceedrick?"

"It's CEDRIC," he corrected her yet again with an annoyed tone before sighing. "Continuously stir the cauldron for exactly five minutes! Any second more and it'll turn into a flying potion instead of a levitation potion."

"There's a difference?"

"Yes! Levitation is just hovering in one place while flying means you're constantly moving about in the air. No wonder you needed guidance. Who gave such a young child this assignment anyways?"

Before she had the chance to answer there was a loud knocking at the door that had caught both of their attentions.

The wizard sighed again annoyed. "Good graces what now? You may enter!"

Sofia's eyes turned and blinked as the door opened up and in squeaked a cart. The kind that the butlers would use to bring dinner to the table. It's squeaky wheels filled the spaces with loud creaks followed by the clacking of heels as a maid walked in however she didn't recognized who it was although she was very pretty.

The woman smiled friendly at the sorcerer who had frozen upon seeing her. "Good morning, Mr. Cedric." Then she turned to her and bowed lightly. "Her highness. I've been informed about the princess taking up temporary apprenticeship here, so I brought along breakfast for the both of you."

Her arm gestured to the cart which she just now noticed was covered in silver covers probably containing the food underneath judging by the smells it was fried eggs, sausage, and maybe pancakes. A pitcher and two glasses were set beside the covered plates. 

"And of course I brought along something for your lovely raven."

"I'm a crow!.. But I'll let it slide for the mealworms and corn," wormwood muttered but only she could understand that as he excited awaited his silver bowl of food.

"His feathers seemed to have gotten glossier since starting his new diet," she commented gazing fondly at the crowd before turning to sorcerer. "Shall you be needing anything else, Mr. Cedric?"

"U-U-Uh-..." He shook his head before clearing his throat and turning away. "N-No. You may go now. As you can see we're quite busy."

She bowed. "As you wish. I'll come by again at noon with your lunches."

Without further ado, she left leaving the young princess to watch her in awe. "..Who was that?"

Cedric waved her off with a sour expression. "Oh that. She's not one re-really." He stuttered which had her raising an eyebrow at him. "Baileywick convinced King Roland that my part of the castle was behind in upkeep and hired new maids to keep it in shape. He even dated to have one assigned to clean my lair."

"Oh. And she brings you meals too!" She smiled getting up from the boiling cauldron to make her way over to the cart. Lifting up the silver covers lead her to happily discover perfect pancakes with her sausage and eggs.

"Actually...No. I made the mistake of skipping a meal just once in front of her and of course she had to inform Baileywick of it so now she's tasked with bringing me two meals a day! It's annoying to say the least."

"Mm! Call it annoying all you want! If I get this delicious food twice a day I won't complain," Wormwood muttered from between beakfuls of food.

She didn't complain either. She had pancakes! And the pitcher was orange juice. She was happily digging in when Cedric cried out from the cauldron boiling over from being unattended. Oops. They'd have to start all over again after they ate breakfast which was delicious!! He was still cleaning up the mess with some rags when she returned again with the cart, this time with what presumably was their lunches. But paused at the sight of Cedric frozen mid scrub on his hands and knees and Sophia still stirring the cauldron.

"Oh, dear. What happened?"

"I-I-I-I-..W-Well you see-. Hmm." He had stuttered out before freezing up again much to Sophia's growing confusion.

"The potion bubbled over," she explained in his stead still stirring. "So we had to redo it and clean up."

"Oh." She pushed the cart to the side. "I'll was going to mop in here anyways. Let me go get a mop and bucket and I'll help you."

"N-NO!" Cedric shouted from the floor. "You don't-..I-I me-me-mean I don't ne-need-"

"Don't strain yourself please. It's what I'm here to do. I'll be right back."

She walked away causing the sorcerer to facepalm himself and Sophia to tilt her head even more confused. What was all that about?

"What was that all about?"

"HA! You really don't know?" She jumped turning her head back to Wormwood as he flew down onto the cart and began just poking at the small bowl of cornmeal for him on the cart. "And here I thought you were smart enough to notice."

"What are you talking about?"

"Listen, Kid. You ever see a boy at your school get a crush on some girl?"

She shrugged her shoulders. "Sure. Sometimes."

"Well that's what's going on here." He paid no more attention as he dug in.

Her eyes went wide. "Mr. Ceedrick has a crush on the maid?!" Her awed look turned back to the sorcerer whom was muttered to himself and stood up- Only to skip on the spilt potion and fell onto his behind back hitting the shelf and causing some books to fall on him.

"Ha! The drip fell the moment he laid eyes on her months ago and just kept falling. It's not like he'll ever get up the courage to fess up anyways, so why bother paying attention to it?"

A crush huh? Mr. Cedric? She watched as he muttered under his breath while starting to pick up the books and put them back on the shelf. As much as she'd like to admit it Wormwood was right. There's no way Mr. Cedric would tell the pretty maid how he felt...And Idea lit up in head mind as she stared back down at the cauldron just finishing the potion. Unless...She had a very good idea.

"Hey, Mr. Ceedrick-"

"Cedric," he corrected without looking up at her.

"Since I finished my potion, can I ask you to demonstrate a different one?"

"Did you even test the levitation potion?"

She blinked at him before quickly dipping her spoon in the cauldron, pulled it out, and watched as it levitated out of her hand. "Yes. It's working wonderfully! But back to my question. I was wondering if you had a truth serum." 

"Of course I do. Every king's sorcerer has one on hand in case the King's in dire need of it." He turned back to her wig a raised brow. "But why do you ask?"

"Well, one of the potions we're studying happens to be a potion that tricks others so I was wondering if a truth serum could cancel that out."

"Of course it can."

"Can you show me how?" His brows rose higher. "Please?"

He sighed but placed the book he was holding down and walking on over to a tall shelf. She watched with mischievous eyes as he looked around the many potions placed there before he reached a hand to the highest shelf and pulled a very small beaker containing an almost silvery, glittery liquid. Humming in satisfaction at the find, he turned back towards her and presented it out to her.

"Behold! The truth serum. Just a few drops on your skin will make any living creature tell nothing but the truth for the next ten hours," he explained proudly at her.

"Fascinating! Can you show me how it works? Please?"

"Oh. Alright." He was none the wiser as he carefully removed the cork and dropped just two of the silvery droplets on his palm before placing the cork back in it. "Now ask me a question and I'll try to lie?"

"Ok." She hummed again looking around the room. What to ask? Eventually her eyes landed on Wormwood still eating. She smiled and pointed at him. "Is it true that Wormwood's feathers are black?"

"NNnnnnn-" A loud drawn out n sound left his mouth as he attempted to say no but his mouth refused to say the vowel o. "I mean he issssssssn-" Again his mouth strained to try say the T sound to say isn't but no dice. All that was left was him making a strained funny face like he bit into a lemon making her giggle. Giving an frown he cleared his throat and turned to put the potion back. "Yes. Well now you can see why every king finds it crucial to have." 

"Fascinating. And it lasts for ten hours?"

"Two drops does. The more you use the longer it lasts. If you drank the entire potion you might as well forget ever having secrets." 

Perfect.

"Well then." She got off the stool and made her way towards the door just as the pretty maid came walking in. "Since I finished the potion I guess we're done for the day then."

"Yes, yes." He waved her off with a hand. "I'll see you now doubt tomorrow for that invisibility potion."

"Ok!"

She waited until the maid lady walked past her mop and bucket in hand until she placed down the bucket and dipped her mop into the bucket in the middle of the room. Only then did she shimmy on over to the door and only stepped out until her head was peeking in. 

"Oh. Mr. Ceedrick-"

"Cedric!"

"One last thing." He looked deadpanned at her. "Is it true that you're in love with the maid in the room?"

"Yes-"

A loud smacking sound went off as his two hands launched up and covered his mouth quickly. He stood there shocked and wide eyed... Before he looked at the maid that was also staring at him with a similar expression.

"Ok. Just wanted to know. I'll see you tomorrow. Bye!"

She left them with just the sounds of the door closing.

******

[adelaidedrubman]

it’s the most wonderful time of the week:)

was tagged by my loves the legends @blissfulalchemist @katsigian @g0dspeeed this week for the wip thing.

same as last week: we’re officially on hallmark au lockdown. here’s another little excerpt of have faith in christmas. warnings for bliss/angel stuff/unethical experiments/brief description of injection with needles

“I’m sure Joseph would be far more disappointed to find one of his children was spending Christmas Eve cooped up in a lab than he would be over one lost batch of bliss.”  Faith hopped down from the table before Jenna could respond, too preoccupied with the bow at Faith’s back fluttering dangerously close to the flame of the bunsen burner as she spun to stand on the other side of Jenna, grabbing the chemist’s hands to pull her along in the direction of the door.  “In fact, I think the Father would be thrilled to have you join us for Christmas Eve dinner,” Faith offered with a beaming smile, leaning forward on the balls of her feet and bringing Jenna’s hands to rest between the women, delicately held. “We’re having a Seed family gathering over at the ranch, and we’ve all been welcomed to bring a guest.” 

Faith stepped backward, keeping a tight hold on Jenna’s hands as she did. “Forget all your data and equations for just one night to get into the Christmas spirit?” she asked, words soft and airy in their gentle coaxing. “Be my guest for dinner?” Jenna looked down from Faith’s eyes, taking in the sight of her fingers delicately wrapped in the blonde’s grasp as she considered the proposition, weighing the value of the anthropological knowledge that could be gained by attend a cult leader’s inner circle Christmas dinner against the biochemical knowledge that could be gained by completing the current production through to trial. Factoring in the almost crystalline sparkle in pleading green eyes, the warmth of lithe fingers squeezing —  “I shouldn’t, I’m afraid,” Jenna replied hesitantly, pulling her hand’s from Faith’s grip and turning back to her lab station. She reached for her rubber gloves, rolling them back up her arms with a sharp snap as she added, “Do send along my best, and let Joseph know I will plan to make it to morning services tomorrow, though.” Even with back turned, Jenna could tell the acknowledging hum Faith gave came from low in her chest, an unusually heavy sound.  Faith drew in a deep breath, as if resetting herself to speak in breezy sing-song once again and say, “At the first chime of Christmas bells in the morning then….” Jenna heard the soft padding of bare feet against the floor, the door creaking as it was pushed open for the herald to take her exit. “And I know in my heart and soul the Christmas spirit will have found you by then.” With that, the door closed, Jenna unable to get out a proper goodbye before it settled into the frame.  “Well,” Jenna remarked to the Angel that had been sitting silently in the stool beside the lab station as she inserted the tip of a syringe into a test tube to pull the plunger and suck up the green liquid, “let’s fill you with some Christmas spirit then, hm?” “Hrm-ragh,” the Angel growled in reply as Jenna pierced the vein of their neck with the needle to inject the solution — thrashing and jumping to their feet with a quick surge of aggression that never fully peaked into violence, leaving the subject standing there with awkwardly clenched and swaying fists.  Yes, it would be a typical night in the lab, Christmas Eve or no.

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[paracosmiist]

Miss Bailu, please explain why you were so ready to jump into a portal of a weird monkey thing that had been annoying you for no reason!

Send my muse something they have said or done on this blog with “[explain]” in front of it and they will explain what they were thinking when they said/did it.

Huh...so somebody was there that night. And they didn't stop to help the High Elder from being abducted by the Sanctus Medicus?

...Of course not. Of course not...

Whatever. The healer lady closes the cork on her gourd and starts to shake it to combine the new drops of extract she put in for potentcy.

"I was in a very compromising situation." Bailu states pragmatically, "I was backed into a corner with Sanctus Medicus infiltrators right on my butt. I was offered a way out and I took it."

"...to be fair, he was annoying me, but he wasn't aware of how dire the situation was himself until the agent finally showed their true colors. He seemed perturbed, so that told me that his way out was solid and welcomed."

The dragonette finally stops shaking her gourd, then puts it back onto it's ring stand and turns on the bunsen burner underneath it with a click. She looks up patiently.

"Any further questions, Cloud Knight? I have patients waiting."

[jvstheworld]

The Buffy Re-watch: S2E15 (part 3)

Phases

I'm going to start this post with a bit of a rant: Willow asks Buffy if making the first move makes her a slut. What the ever loving fuck! Why was this line included? Was it necessary? How would making the first move make her or anyone a slut? It's such a horrible fucking question. There was no need to phrase it like that. There are better ways of asking if she could make the first move than that. It just caught me off guard. I get that Willow is a bit nervous and new to these things, but come on! It does not make you a slut if you make the first move. You are just clearly showing your interest in a person who hopefully has similar feelings as you and wants to reciprocate them. There is nothing wrong with that. Jesus fucking Christ though.

Yeah, Buffy and pals, you sort of jumped the gun on the whole Theresa thing. There are still vampires roaming around. A werewolf might be high priority right now but you can't assume that it killed her. Also Willow can access coroner's reports, she could have looked it up.

It's good that the werewolf didn't kill Theresa but bad that Angel did because he wants to start his reign of terror against Buffy.

How long does it take for people to go from the coroners office to a funeral home? Theresa has only been dead less that 24 hours and she turns in that time too. Yet, some don't turn until after they are in the ground. Do some vampires wake up in the funeral homes, realise where they are and then go back to sleep so they can have the full newbie vampire experience?

Xander coming in with the save and killing a vampire. I should start keeping a tally of him being actually helpful (I won't that is too much work).

Sir, I hope you have some good ventilation in that van if you're using a bunsen burner to make bullets. Also does a bunsen burner produce enough heat to melt silver? And how much time is passing in this scene because there is no way that he can melt down the silver pour it into the mould, then take it out and it be cold to touch in the space of a few minuets like the scene is suggesting.

Also, it is dark outside Cain's van, which means sundown and moon up. Shouldn't Oz be in wolf mode by now? Because other times in the show he changes as soon as the sun is down, yet here he doesn't change until after Willow gets to his house.

Where did Oz get the chains from and where is he anchoring them to stop himself from getting out and attacking people?

Bad time for angry speeches Will. Oz really is going through some changes and you don't want to be around when it happens.

Giles coming through with the tranquiliser gun.

Willow shooting Oz with her eyes closed, that's pretty good aiming. Her 'I shot Oz' was adorable.

Larry has stopped being an ass. We like to see personal growth.

Is Xander worried that because Larry thinks he is gay that Larry likes him now? Or just that Larry might tell people that he is?

Oz is the loyal type, until season 4.

I'm glad nothing is up to Xander, because then life would be shit.

Oz and Willow talking about their relationship like normal people should do. And they get to have their first kiss. Yay for happy endings.

So, the next episode is one that I do not like. It will not be talked about favourably. And it serves to make me feel even more ick towards Xander.

[card-manor]

The girls arriving to the Devildom

|| assuming different timelines

Alice

Mad, frustrated and confused, but none of that really mattered in that moment-

“Send me back!”

“We can’t do that, you’ve agreed to join the exchange-“

“No no! I left a fire on!”

Alice is sent back to her study for just long enough to turn off the bunsen burner and shut off all the power from the main breaker, just in case. Before she can throw together a bag, she’s pulled back to the Devildom.

Now without having to worry about her house burning down, Alice can stand still long enough to listen to the welcome speech and simmer in her rage.

She mulls over the injustice of it all for a few days, anger coming to a boiling point when yet again she gets not-so-passive aggressively slammed into her locker between classes.

Fucking isekai ass program

But, despite her better judgement, she finds herself obsessing over her classes- now 4 chapters deep into her alchemy textbook before the first week is over. Entirely new fields of science were hers to explore, undiluted and unregulated chemicals readily available

If nothing else, she was going to have f-u-n this year

Carmafe

Resigned but can’t deny the excitement bubbling underneath. Or maybe it’s hysteria, it’s a little hard to tell.

She listens to the prepared speech, only growing a little reluctant when calling Mammon and hearing him swear up a storm over having to keep watch over her. He comes to lead her back to the dorms, but she hesitantly raises her hand, unsure of the protocol. Amused, Lord Diavolo beckons her to speak.

“Excuse me for speaking out of turn , but may I be returned to the human realm for a bit? There are some things I need to handle if I’m going to be away for so long, but I only need 4 hours.”

Lord Diavolo initially denies her request, but Carmafe has experience in diplomacy. She argues her point for a few minutes and it impresses (or amuses) Lord Diavolo enough that he allows her to return for 2 hours. She catches sight of the men with gloves standing next to each other, one indifferent, one irate, and knew this was going to be a one time request so she better make it account.

Having recently completed her final job, and since she hadn’t accepted any new contracts yet, it only took 30 minutes for Carmafe to set up an automated message saying she would be unavailable for the foreseeable future and set up a mailing list for her return.

The next 30 minutes were a mass phone call to her 4 friends, telling them she would be MIA for a while and asking them to take care of her house while she was gone. Since she wasn’t allowed to tell them about the exchange program, 25 of those 30 minutes were spent reassuring them that she wasn’t actually going to just off herself and call it a one year vacation.

She uses the last hour to cram as much as she can into her suitcase. Bottles of body soap, toothbrushes, toothpase, first aid supplies, essentials. Near the end, 3 sets of clothes, hoodies, and her favorite novel for comfort. Right as she zips up the suitcase and straightens up, she’s back in the devildom with her audience of 8.

“Thank you for the honor, I’m excited to start the school year..”

Danny

Tries to jump out of the window

LISTEN, she came out of an unexpected sleep only to be surrounded by 7 super tall and buff men in a meeting hall she doesnt recognize? Absolutely not, this is how you lose your organs.

She doesn’t make it far, getting yanked back down to the ground by a dude with gloves and dark red eyes. “Lord Diavolo” gets Lucifer to drop her, and after giving Danny a minute to get oriented, goes through the whole “exchange program” spiel.

The knowledge that everyone and everything here would be capable and willing to kill her was not lost on Danny, but she has to admit, the concept of a demon school and magic was far too enticing to worry over the logistics for too long.

Annoys Mammon on the walk to the House Of Lamentation by openly staring at everything and trying to touch every plant on the walk over, accumulating 10 cuts and scrapes by the time they’re through the gate.

Excitement is quickly shot down when she walks into her room and realizes she only has 2 uniforms, a toothbrush, some toothpaste, and the clothes on her back to her name.

Rose

Gaslighting 101 and “Cook and clean for 7 messy guys? No paycheck? No thanks!”

“I never signed the agreement.”

“Yes, you did.”

“No I didn’t.”

“You quite literally did.”

“That’s not how I write my signature.”

Honestly unsure what to make of her situation, but ultimately decides to roll with it. Flirts with Asmo, and has to keep the smirk off her face when he’s surprised that his powers don’t work on her.

Super grateful to see that her bedroom door has double locks but already has plans to install a full security system and tinkers with the phone that was given to her.

Roxanne

Pure confusion, but not about to fight her way out of this.

Puts up the least amount of fight but has a sense of wonder and intrigue at the prospect of magic and returning to school.

Doesn’t let Mammon abandon her when levi starts demanding money, she sees his plan coming a mile away and sneaks off to her room before either man can realize she’s gone.

School! School…. School.

In the silence of her room, the reality of her situation threatens to overwhelm her and instead of lingering on her anxiety, Roxie starts to reorganize and take inventory of her borrowed room. Thankfully, they seem to forget she’s in the house and no one calls her down to dinner.

[pumpkinspice-prouvaire]

Hey can I have Gav headcannons

hmmmm let's see

Gavroche is actually a very charismatic kid. It's how he gets away with so much shit. People try to yell at him and he just looks up at him with a big shit-eating grin and they're like. It's okay. He's just funny actually.

Gavroche is really good at parkour, it's how he makes his way around the city 90% of the time. He loves when the cops chase him and he gets away by climbing over a trellis/onto a balcony/jumping onto an awning. Likes to turn around and give them the finger afterwards. Good for him.

Gavroche has broken into all of Les Amis' homes at least once. He's not being malicious about it, and he doesn't take anything (apart from the food in their fridge). He just wants somewhere to hang out that isn't the inside of a giant elephant! One time when he was snooping in Jehan's house he found a mannequin leg under the bed. He's not going to ask.

Gavroche feels bad that Eponine has to spend so much of her time, energy and money looking after him and Azelma. She insists she doesn't mind doing it, but Gavroche can see the dark circles under her eyes, they're not exactly subtle. He wants to give her things to show his appreciation, which results in him stealing her favourite chocolate bar, or a tube of lipstick he knows she likes. Eponine appreciates the gesture, and she hates that every time Gav tries to do something nice she has to lecture him instead of saying thank you. But she just doesn't want anything bad to happen to him, ya know?

His favourite subject in school (when he goes) is science. He loves playing with the bunsen burners in chemistry. His teacher is convinced it's because he hopes to burn the school down someday.

[sciencesyd]

research.exe

You open your eyes and find yourself in a room illuminated by bright fluorescent lights.  Where am I?, you wonder, as you begin to scan the room.  To your right, you find a beaten-up, black leather couch with a sagging indentation in the seat cushion (it’s seen better days).  Directly in front of the couch, two rows of tables with thick black tabletops project out from the wall.  Wired shelves jut-out from the center of each table, almost touching the ceiling; each stuffed to the brim with boxes, glass flasks, tubes with blue-caps, and miscellaneous writing utensils.  You think, Huh, I wonder who’s lab this is?

OBJECTIVE: COMPLETE YOUR EXPERIMENT (0/4)

Oh, you think. Maybe this is my lab. You walk past the table closest to you, hesitantly inspecting its surface for any clues about the experiment you have to do. You see papers scattered about and various empty test tubes, but nothing really calls to you.  You turn your attention to the wired shelves above the desk, spotting what looks like a small plastic fish tank with a neon-pink top.  It looks just like the one you received as a child when you won a fish at the county fair

You approach the tank expecting to find a brightly colored fish, only to find that, disappointingly, there is none.  In fact, the tank is curiously lacking water.  You lean-in to  inspect the contents of the tank more closely, but immediately jump back in a fright.  Inside is a spider.  A very, very, dead, spider. 

Please tell me this is not a part of my experiment.

THIS IS NOT YOUR EXPERIMENT

Oh, thank God, you think as you let out a sigh of relief and retreat to the second table.  Your eyes start to wander up its shelves until you notice a rhythmic hum coming from behind you.  Intrigued, you turn around to a boxy machine, about the size of your torso, with a plexiglass front that is swirling a foil covered flask filled with dark yellow liquid.  A memory of you sitting across a desk from your new supervisor comes to mind; you remember her mentioning she would start culturing your bacteria so that you could start your experiments the following day. 

You think to yourself, This is probably for me, and reach towards the handle of the machine to open the plexiglass front.  Before you touch the handle, you see your bare, gloveless, hand, and think, That’s a problem.  You turn back to the table; scan the surface:  scientific glass paraphernalia, a small rack containing pipettes, various boxes of pipette tips, and – Ah! A box of gloves! You grab two and slip them on.  

Now, protected, you turn back to the machine and open the plexiglass cover, causing a warm, slightly smelly odor to waft out.  The machine instantly slows its rotating motion until the liquid in the flask stops swirling.  You grab the flask, feeling its warmth through the gloves.  

BACTERIA SUCCESSFULLY GROWN, COMPLETE EXPERIMENT (¼)

You hold up the glass towards the fluorescent lights and notice that the yellow liquid is quite cloudy.  You bring it to the table, remove the foil covering the top of the glass and –

GAME OVER YOU CONTAMINATED YOUR BACTERIAL CULTURE.  WHERE IS YOUR CONE OF STERILITY?

You open your eyes and find yourself in a room with fluorescent lights. Cautiously, you inspect the room: a beaten-up black leather couch, two rows of tables, over-stuffed shelves, and a very dead-spider in a tank.

OBJECTIVE: COMPLETE YOUR EXPERIMENT (0/4)

Let’s try this again. Steering clear of the table with the dead spider, you now walk to the second table and snag a pair of gloves.  As you stretch the gloves over your hands, you think back to when you last heard the term, “cone of sterility.”  You recall being in your microbiology class, using a Bunsen Burner to create a sterile work surface.  

And now when you look down, there’s a Bunsen burner accompanied with a metal striker next to the box of gloves.  How could you have missed this?  You open the valve connected to the burner and spark the striker, instantly igniting a bright blue flame.

Satisfied, you collect your bacterial culture from the machine once again.   

BACTERIA SUCCESSFULLY GROWN COMPLETE EXPERIMENT (1/4)

You bring the flask to your desk and remove its foil covering.  As you stare at the flask you think, What do I do now? 

You scan the table for clues and notice drawers underneath the desk.   You open the first drawer on your right to find a red, spiral-bound notebook. 

NOTEBOOK FOUND

You open the notebook and find pages filled with handwritten notes, tables, and calculations.  You flip through, page after page, stopping at the last entry titled, Protocol for PCR.  As you read through the protocol, a memory flashes through your mind.  Your supervisor is rattling off the steps you need to complete for your experiment while you frantically write down her every word.  You nod in triumph. Now I’m getting somewhere.

After reading through the first portion of the protocol, you get out the various test tubes and pipettes you’ll need for the experiment.  Apparently, you first need to get the DNA from your bacteria. 

Using your pipette, you transfer 0.5 mL of bacterial culture from your flask to one, small plastic tube.  You pause.  Was that right?

Feeling confident that you did, in fact, do that right, you continue to transfer 0.5 mL of culture into more tubes, getting into a bit of a groove.  After your fifth transfer, you twist to grab another 0.5 mL sample, causing your elbow to bump into  your flask, splattering the culture on you and the table –

GAME OVER YOU DESTROYED YOUR BACTERIAL CULTURE AND CONTAMINATED YOURSELF.  WHY WEREN’T YOU WEARING A LAB COAT?

You open your eyes and find yourself in a room with fluorescent lights.  You storm over to the second table, slip on a pair of gloves, and fling open the drawer with the notebook.  As you grab the notebook from the drawer, you ask yourself, , in a mocking tone, Why weren’t you wearing a lab coat?”.  I never needed to in my last lab! 

Frustrated, you open more drawers until you find a neatly folded white lab coat.   You pull your arms through its sleeves and secure the buttons on the front. Happy now?, you ask no one.

You flip open your notebook to your protocol and arrange your workspace accordingly, Bunsen burner included.  You turn to the incubator, open its cover, and take out the flask of bacterial culture.  

BACTERIA SUCCESSFULLY GROWN COMPLETE EXPERIMENT (1/4)

You place the flask on your desk, out of elbow-knocking range, and take a breath to steady yourself.  You remove its foil cover and, with great care and precision, begin pipetting samples of the culture into various tube.  As you move through your protocol,  you complete a series of repetitive steps:  adding reagents to tubes, placing them into a machine that spins them, discarding some of the liquid, adding more reagents – all in order to burst open the bacteria and to isolate their DNA.  After one final spin of the tubes, you are left with what appears to be a teardrop of liquid at the bottom of each tube.

DNA OBTAINED COMPLETE EXPERIMENT (2/4)

Yes!, you think, while doing a little fist pump.  You’re getting pretty good at this.  You refer to your notebook for the next steps and determine you must now prepare your DNA samples for PCR Amplification.  I know how to do this!, you think.  You did this in your previous lab.

You look through the shelves for a familiar box and grab the one labeled, Taq PCR Kit.  Hello old friend. You open the box, remove its bottled contents and dexterously mix your reagents into one small test tube. You then separate the contents equally into even smaller test tubes and finish-off by adding a  microscopic amount of bacterial DNA into each of the tiny test tubes.  After securing the caps to the top of each one, you think,  time to get these guys into the thermocycler.

You spot the laboratory-grade toaster-oven-like machine on a table across the room.  You rest your tubes on the table, lift up the top of the machine, and expose a metal sheet with a series of small, circular cutouts.  Carefully, you place each tube into its own circular slot and close the machine’s lid.  You look at the small screen on the front of the machine, touching a series of digital buttons to find the preloaded program needed to run so that your DNA samples will magically double in number with the power of heat and enzymes.  After pressing OK, the machine begins to hum and a timer appears on its screen, counting down from 01:18:00. 

Confident in your progress, you walk back to your station to scan your notebook for your next step.  You spot the words, Gel Electrophoresis, along with a series of  calculations for reagents you need to mix to create a small gelatinous square.  You fumble through the shelves until you find the reagents in question along with the equipment to make the gel.  After mixing and quickly microwaving the reagents in a flask, you pour the concoction into a rectangular mold the size of a notecard.  You have just finished placing what looks like a comb with 6 very wide teeth into the top of the rectangle when you hear a ding.

PCR COMPLETE COMPLETE EXPERIMENT (3/4)

Almost done!, you think to yourself as you hurry over to the machine and remove the tubes.  

You walk back to the gel with your tubes to notice that it has gone from liquid to solid.  It’s just like Jell-O, only so much more toxic.

Needing to remove the comb to reveal the indents into which  your DNA must go, you carefully wiggle the comb to loosen it from the gel.  

Nothing happens.  You wiggle harder. Why isn’t this working? You wiggle it even harder only to completely slice through your gel with its teeth.

No, no, no! You begin to panic, waiting for the inevitable GAME OVER, which you’ve already seen twice before.

But nothing happens. With a sigh of relief, you toss the gel in the container labeled, “WASTE,” and you weigh, mix, pour, and set your gel once again.  You re-attempt removing the comb, being extra careful this time, and it comes out with ease. You place the gel within its mold into a small container that has electrodes plugged into it, filling the container with enough solution to help transmit the electrical current through the gel to separate and visualize the DNA within it. 

You pop open the lids of each tiny tube and pipette a small sample of purple solution into each one (this will help you visualize the DNA within the gel under UV light). You transfer each sample into its own divet that you made with the comb, leaving the last one for your DNA ladder - your molecular ruler that measures the length of the DNA in the other wells. You put the lid over the box, switch on the electrical power supply, set the white, plastic time, and stare at it anxiously as it counts down from 30:00.

After what felt like an eternity, your timer beeps.  You turn off the machine and remove the lid. 

GEL ELECTROPHORESIS COMPLETE EXPERIMENT COMPLETED (4/4) CHECK RESULTS

You carefully remove the gel from the liquid, placing it on the square UV light box next to the container.  This is it, you think.  You place a clear, UV resistant cover over the gel, flip on the UV light, you hold your breath.  You peer at the gel, seeing small illuminated stripes down the right side as expected, but the rest of the gel is completely blank.  But I followed all the –

GAME OVER START OVER? Y / N

[ameagrice]

Capsize

Chapter one

It Just Keeps Melting | Percy Jackson x Fem! Reader

“So…” Grover chuckled nervously as you shoved a stick under your neighbouring team’s bunsen burner to light your own. He jumped as you blew the flame out and crushed it furiously into the science slate. “You’re friends with Percy, huh?”

You turned your eyes to him, the boy with curly hair and a colourful Rasta cap adorning his head. He gulped. “Yeah,” you said nonchalantly, placing your hand at the blue base of the bunsen burner and pushing it under the tripod.

“Cool, cool,” he nodded, too quick to say he was being casual.

You ignored him, tipping in the copper Sulfate and stirring it with a glass pipette.

“So, are you a year-boarder?” His nervous, skittish voice came again, and you side-eyed him, tongue finding your canine in annoyance. His own bright eyes were darting about the place in a bid to avoid your own.

“Yes,” you bit icily. Why was this guy so interested?

“Cool, co—”

“Why?” You quipped, dropping the pipette to the counter and smacking your palm flat on top, jaw clenched. “Why are you so interested? You want to know every inch of my life? Who my parents are; Who my friends are? I’ve got Nancy Bobbofit as an acquaintance; I’d watch your back.”

“Wh-who’s Nancy Bobbofit?” He gulped, practically quivering. Grover was skittish, jumping from foot to foot as he looked around the classroom.

“She throws a mean sucker punch. From experience, I’d say back off quizzing me like you’re a part of Vogue.”

Grover nodded. “Sure! Sorry!”

And for the rest of the class, of which was spent with you feeling a little guilty, neither of you spoke about anything lest it was science or class-related. At the end of chemistry, you put away with the equipment while Grover left your crystals on the window ledge like everyone else, before cleaning up the station. And before you knew it, it was time for math.

It had never been your strong suit, math. The equations and the addition and especially the fractions all sent your mind into a muddled mess of confusion and eventually frustration. Percy, who was a whiz at anything mathematical, was a frequent source of annoyance—simply, all because, he could tackle anything math-related in seconds, and come out victorious.

Which was why you were offering him Jaffa Cakes, leaning with the back of your chair against the table behind, as he flew through a twenty-question answer sheet. The teacher, Mrs. McCabe, had disappeared to next door’s classroom and had been doing so for the whole lesson. Their teacher had apparently gone home early, leaving half the class to do anything but work.

“Jaffa Cake?” You offered with a smile, the sun beaming through the tall windows and lighting up the room and the individuals in it in a soft golden glow. Outside, the bright, full trees swayed with the wind, creating patterns on yours and Percy’s table.

“Sure, B.” He held his hand out to you, still writing with the other, and you dropped one into his palm. He muttered a thank you and began to eat it.

B. The nickname that came from a memory of wearing heels for the first time that winter at a school party. All your friends were wearing wedges or heels, and you needed to, too. You couldn’t be the odd one out. And besides, the black, five-inch wedges in Forever 21 were practically yelling out your name. You’d splurged on them during a school trip just a few weeks before in the city, encouraged by your friends Mia and Grace. On the upcoming Friday night on the 21st of December, you wore your new hot-pink dress, a black denim jacket, with leggings and your wedges. Mia and Grace had decided to do the same so you were all matching, except Mia wore dark-green and Grace wore bright blue.

You felt incredible. Totally on top of the world, all grown-up and independent. The music was blasting so loud, a mix of Lady Gaga and Rihanna and the Backstreet Boys as they’d had a sudden boom of a comeback, and as you danced your way through the night, high on sherbet sticks of neon-green and orange and yellow, and ate hot dogs from the school’s cafeteria, you all danced in in the dark with different colour spotlights flooding around the room, and you felt amazing.

Until you saw Percy, and slipped on someone’s slippery, ketchup-covered hot dog on the floor.

And fractured your ankle, leaving you with a thick black boot and winter, warm socks.

A week later, as you took all your classes on the ground floor, you met Mr. Brunner, a Latin teacher (who expressed jokingly that you should have taken Latin; it was a good life skill!) who covered your English class. You had to stay behind at the end of the lesson, the end of the day, for detention. You’d had enough of Katie Vatner talking shit about Mia, who cried into her hands beside you at the desk. You decided to take matters into your own hands…

And smacked her on the head with your crutch.

While the class went up in roars of fight! fight! fight!’s and laughter and cheers, Katie ended up finding her feet and screaming at you from the doorway before storming out of the class. Mr. Brunner calmed the class surprisingly well, but now you had three consecutive detentions after Thursday’s last class of the day.

And ever since, Mr. Brunner had been your go-to guy for gossip. But only ever as you were packing up after class.

He was a kind guy, you knew. Usually you could pick up the vibes from somebody and just tell whether or not it was a good idea to talk to them. Mr. Brunner spoke Latin, he dressed up for field days, and offered a kind word and advice if needed. He could have moments of anger when dealing with the wild, naughty kids, and then offer high-fives and jokes when class was going good.

Today, as he covered your history class in a cold room meant for Design & Technology’s Metal Works class, where everything was spotless white and big and cold and open for the light to enter, you decided to slow your packing of your belongings to talk (or talk trash, more like) about Grover.

“He has a Rasta cap, this guy,” you said, after starting with your initial problem. “And he’s really jumpy. And he’s literally stealing Percy from me!”

Mr. Brunner smiled kindly from his wheelchair behind the desk as he graded papers. “People aren’t belongings, you know. Everyone can have the same friend.”

You huffed exasperated. “I know that. I’m not stupid. It’s just that Mia’s transferring this summer to Olderridge in Colorado, and Grace is being boring, and Percy’s my go-to guy, you know! We’ve always been like this!” You held your hand out and crossed your index and middle finger, to show you were close. “And lately Grover’s being too involved and creepy, like asking about me staying here, and how old Percy is.”

“Maybe he’s just trying to make friends. Some people—”

“Why would I want to be friends with him?” You scrunched your nose. “He’s boring. And weird; he wears a Rasta cap.” You flayed your hands and shook your head like the idea of befriending him was barbaric.

Mr. Brunner sighed. “I’m going to be brutally honest here, and say you need to be open to meeting new people, regardless of whether you like them or not. In the world of work—”

“We’re in a school.”

“In all walks of life, then,” he sighed like he was exhausted. “You have to talk to strangers sometimes. Whether you like them or not doesn’t matter.”

You frowned, mouth more to one side than the other. “But he’s weird.”

He sighed again, but smiled gently. “Just talk to him. He might be nicer than you think.”

Walking back to the dorms, you thought over it. Your best friend in the process of being stolen; failing math; your friends moving away. It just keeps melting.

Then, an idea:

You were going to steal your best friend back.

Chapter Two

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look i didn’t want to be a sour kid

god, it's brutal out here: and percy jackson knows what that means. scars on his body like pulled threads. calluses on his palms from pens that turn into swords, coins that turn into weapons, hands that curl into fists. walking home after an annoying day at school and having to fight the troll on the bridge. you must give me something in order to pass my territory. he gives it death. it gives him another shirt to wash blood stains out of. gods with too much arrogance giving him quests with too little return policy. body that doesn't want to cooperate after he blows up a mountain. body that wants to move too fast when he needs to follow a plan. heart that gets broken and rebuilt with different materials every day. god it’s brutal out here: and percy jackson knows it’s brutal in here too.

traitor: and percy jackson has never felt a word more like a branding in his entire life. he thinks back to the summer he turned thirteen and he sees scorpion tails flashing behind his eyelids. and he sees blonde hair and sometimes he can't differentiate between her and him and them and him. and he sees a scar and he wonders if the cut was deep enough to lose goodness. and he thinks maybe he wouldn’t have minded so much if someone had just told him what was going on. and that makes him a traitor too. and he sees it now, how easily he would succumb to the scorpion tail. how he would welcome the bliss of losing his goodness. who’s to say it’s true goodness anyway? and he remembers the red curls and the summer of beach walks and glass houses and the look of betrayal when plastic hairbrush meets yankees cap. is he a traitor then? to his own feelings? surely not. must be. neither of them liked it. he liked them. traitor, but to who? and remembers the day he left a girl on an island and promised to help her and couldn’t in the end. he remembers eyes of fire at his incompetence. and he is a betrayer. but only to others. traitor: and percy jackson thinks he’s never really betrayed anyone but himself.

got my driver’s license: and percy jackson is growing up so fast his limbs can't keep up. one leg is slightly longer than the other and it makes him clumsy. his left hand is bigger than his right and he uses it to punch. he flies a pegasus for the first time and he understands why mortals are always so angry. they will never know this unbridled freedom. and he gets kissed by a girl and he thinks his skin understands the heat of the sun. and his hair becomes curls instead of waves and he has to clip it> push it> tie it back because it keeps getting in his eyes. and his mom asks him if he wants “blue cake this year?” and he has to tell her he’ll never be too old for it because she’s scared he’s going to grow out of her love. he is not. and paul teaches him how to read a book without feeling like his eyes are drowning and he can’t believe he’s learning to read in high school. and he is moving through the days like water, finding a way around everything. got my driver’s license: and percy jackson knows it’s only a matter of time before he gets a death sentence too.

it’s always one step forward and three steps back: and percy jackson is waking up with no sense of who he is. he is carrying a goddess on his back and he doesn’t even know who his mother is. he is stepping across a river and erasing the curse of indestructible. he is again a demigod with too much vulnerability and not enough care. and he is being flung to an island where time doesn’t move and he doesn’t want to either. and he is healing like he never has before. and he is leaving and not even the girl who loves him can keep him there because he loves another girl and she doesn’t know she loves him back. and he is taking the sky from a friend and he is giving the sky to a goddess and he is leaving a hunter to see the stars and he is watching a new hunter evade the fate they are cursed with. and he was relieved from this burden for one brief second in time. burden of what? burden of sky? burden of prophecy? burden of death? and they are all handed back to him, presented with no other option. they are not the weights in the balancing scale. they are the scale and he is the weights. one step forward and three steps back: and percy jackson wonders if he can go far back enough to erase his own existence. 

i know you get déjà vu: and percy jackson is hurtled to summers spent in a camp, next to a girl, next to a satyr, next to a friend. and he is living his life in montauk with his mom and he is watching red hair fly in the wind, paint smudges on their  skin. and he is remembering how everything is different every year but he can still see the fire wall from his cabin and the smell of wild strawberries is the only thing his scent receptors know how to identify. and he knows solstice could bring death or happiness and he’s starting to think one doesn’t exist and one exists too much. and he sees people who love him and show it in ways he knows. blue candy has never been a complicated feeling. and doesn’t see people who love him in ways he doesn’t know. seaweed brain, let me come with you into the labyrinth, become praetor with me. and he thinks his childhood disappeared the day his mother was kidnapped and is it possible to have déjà vu if you’ve never lived enough to experience something once. and he thinks maybe the god of the sun gets déjà vu every time he pulls the star across the sky because it’s all about warmth isn’t it? your body’s way of saying we’ve been here before and we survived. i know you get déjà vu: and percy jackson is sure he has lived a thousand lives in this one alone.

good for you: and percy jackson is craving a life that doesn’t involve this madness. he is jealous of the kid in his science class that accidentally knocks over the bunsen burner and only gets a disapproving look from the teacher. his nose bleed starts a war. he is jealous of the neireids that simply become the water and wait for the world to stop burning itself to the ground. you look happy and healthy and he looks like he’s missing five years of his life and no way of moving forward. he is tired and he wants to sleep but the last time he did that it was six months later and he couldn’t remember anything. and he wants to sink to the bottom of the ocean but he is still exhaling mud because he drowned in sludge once. and he is too young to be this exhausted but. good for you: and percy jackson wants to become the villain.

all i ever wanted was to be enough for you: and percy jackson is struggling with the expectations people who don't know him want him to have. he is twelve and the teacher hands back a test face down and he knows he’s going to shove it into the pit of his bag before he can be scathed by a red pen. he is thirteen and his mother has finally given herself the hero ending she deserves but he is still this little kid who doesn’t know how to handle the world and if she doesn’t need him to protect her what is his purpose? he is a teenager watching people have silent conversations about his fate and getting no replies when he asks too. as if it is ridiculous to involve himself in these discussions. he can't be the one, it’s not possible. and wait she is here, from her tree grave. no, she is gone, to her hunter fate. wait they are here from their timeless casino. no she is gone and he is young. far too young. and he can’t do this and he can’t do that and he isn’t there yet, not powerful, too reckless, too loyal. the monsters realise his potential and use it to hurt him. the people don't realise his potential and wish he would use it. all i ever wanted was to be enough for you: and percy jackson is too far gone to be of use.

i hope you're happy, but don't be happier: and percy jackson cannot fall in love unless it’s with her. and he has seen the beauty of people and he wants to keep them all close and he doesn’t know how to do it because she keeps him in her grasp. deathly afraid of spiders she says but she has built a web so big he can't move without getting caught. and he goes to a scorned girl on a secluded beach and he likes the way her eyes sparkle in the sun, how she plants the same way his mother does and he leaves her there because she doesn’t have a storm in her gaze. and he loses his memory and remembers only her and he knows it’s inescapable. and maybe he kind of loves it. nobody has ever really given him a choice anyway. at least this one he can love. i hope you're happy, but don't be happier: and percy jackson has never known happier anyway.

jealousy, jealousy: and percy jackson is surrounded by the best. he is in a camp dedicated to people like him and he is still at the bottom. and he is on a quest that makes him the main perpetrator but he is still being puppeted along. and he cant help but wonder if he will turn out like the boy with the scarred face. and he cant help but wonder if he’ll turn out like the girl who grabbed a figurine. and he can't help but wonder if he’ll become a monster or a hero and what’s the difference really. everyone is fighting for a cause. it’s just the matter of whose side you're on. and he wants to know what will happen if he just lets go. he wants to be like the people who follow their cause. instead he is doing biddings. he is following orders. he is making things right. jealousy, jealousy: and percy jackson wants to know if he can be jealous of his own dreams.

i hope i was your favorite crime: and percy jackson is a little kid with a long record. he is on the news plastered as a criminal endangering others, blowing up a bus. it is not the last destruction he causes. he learns to get clever about it. and he is on the news sobbing about his generous stepdad. generous about the bruises he administers, and the words he spits. generous about his appliances. and he is on the news for jumping off a bridge too high to survive. and he doesn’t really know if he will survive but when is he ever really sure he’s going to survive anyway? at least this was a choice. and he is always a criminal unable to plead his innocence. i hope i was your favorite crime: and percy jackson wonders if anyone cares about the injustices against him. 

you're okay: and percy jackson is staring at his reflection in the rippling water and he knows it’s time to forgive himself. he was just a child. with far too much responsibility and far too much guilt. he had seen death before he’d had his first kiss. he had felt pain before he felt comfort. he had never known safety. and now he is old enough to go wherever he wants and do whatever he wants and he has to forgive himself first. because he was just a kid with a hundred targets on his back and only a fierce need to survive protecting him. you’re okay: and percy jackson knows he will be. 

[books-like]

The Love Hypothesis by Ali Hazelwood

Plot (spoiler-free)

As a third-year Ph.D. candidate, Olive Smith kisses the first man she sees for *reasons*. That man is none other than Adam Carlsen, a young hotshot professor - and well-known ass. But he still agrees to be Olive's fake boyfriend for *reasons*.

When a big science conference goes haywire, putting Olive's career on the Bunsen burner, Adam surprises her again with his unyielding support and even more unyielding… six-pack abs.

Suddenly their little experiment feels dangerously close to combustion. And Olive discovers that the only thing more complicated than a hypothesis on love is putting her own heart under the microscope.

Ship/fandom

Starwars and Reylo, also know as Kylo Ren and Rey.

The author has given multiple interviews where she mentions that this is a republished Reylo fic. She even thanks the Reylo community in the acknowledgement.

Here's an interview where Hazelwood talks about making the jump from fic to trad-pub.

Links

Don't buy books on Amazon! Instead get it from an indie bookstore, Kobo or from your local library.

[honeylemondrop]

Task 25-

Ada was the first daughter biologically born to Haven and Beckham when he finally decided to settle down...a bit. She’s very smart and always followed along her mother’s work and would help her siblings with their math homework. She struggles with her powers because of how scary they are. Ada is more like her father and honestly is just him in girl version with Haven’s brain. This being said she wants to be a singer and works hard for her dream. 

General

birth name.      Ada Teague nicknames.         Addy date of birth.     April 10 age.      24 gender.          cis female pronouns.        she/her powers.        possession/super strength   species ( if not human / mortal ).      3/4 human, 1/4 demon sexuality.       lesbian place of birth.       Elias, California current residence. Elias, California occupation.       singer

Appearance

height.   5′5 hair colour/style.  black/wavy eye colour.        green piercings.      ears, nose, eyebrows tattoos.       just one of a bunsen burner notable markings.   freckels glasses/contacts?      No faceclaim.        Lauren Jauregui voiceclaim.      Lauren Jauregui

Health

physical ailments.  None allergies.        none sleeping habits.     sleeps pretty well eating habits.        will eat anything. body temperature.         neutral dominant hand.        right drugs / smoke / alcohol?     no / yes / yes

Personality  

positive traits.     talented, warm, trustworthy, protective, friendly, charming negative traits.     hot-headed, jealous, stubborn, disrespectful, argumentative usual mood.       tired likes.     music, dancing, cooking, helping her mom, gardening, boxing with her cousins, teasing her sister, annoying her dad, ruining ben’s day dislikes.    her own jealous tendencies, rude people, driving, running, bugs, bad habits.   holding all her feelings inside

Relationships

mother. Haven Teague  father. Beckham Teague  siblings. Leo, Benjamin, Claire, Rosie children.  none birth order.   4th of 5 significant others. my lonely lonely girl closest friends.   rose charmont, rey hamato, dorothea jones, teague cousins and you!

Tests

zodiac sign.  aries mbti.           ESTP temperament.       sanguine hogwarts house.    slytherin moral alignment.     chaotic neutral

Skills and stats

Languages spoken.  English, Spanish drive? Yes jump start a car?   Yes change a flat tire?      Yes ride a bicycle?   Yes swim?     Yes play an instrument?    yes, piano and guitar play chess?         Yes braid hair?   Yes tie a tie?       Yes pick a lock?        yes sew?        Yes

compassion.          10/10.

empathy.          10/10.

creativity.          7/10.

mental flexibility.          10/10.

passion.          10/10.

luck.         8/10.

motivation.  10/10.

education.          10/10.

intelligence.          7/10.

charisma.          7/10.

reflexes.          8/10.

willpower.          7/10.

stamina.          8/10.

physical strength.          10/10.

battle skill.          6/10.

initiative.         10/10.

restraint.          5/10.

strategy.         8/10.

team work.          10/10.

[chubbybuckydumpling]

words: ~4.6k

pairing: established Natasha x reader, Natasha x Bucky x reader, Natasha x Bucky (mentioned)

warnings: polygamy, little angst, mentions of depression, slight cursing, FLUFF

A/n: I just wanted some cute fluff :)

(gif is not mine ✨)

“Hmmmm”, you moan into Natasha's mouth. You're sitting on her lap and lazily making out. Your senses are washed with your girlfriend. Her woody and spicy scent with just a hint of raspberry fills your nostrils, her curls gently tickle your skin and her mouth tastes like a mixture of mint and caramel latte. Her hands rest on your hips and gently squeezes your love handles. “I've missed you, princess”, Natasha mumbles against your lips, her forehead against your, hot breathes mingling together.

She just returned from a mission with Bucky, nothing major, just the daily treadmill – at least that's what Natasha had told you. She's been away for away for about a week, which is unusual for her casual cases, but you won't push. You know she tells you the bare minimum to protect you. You'd be worried sick otherwise. Biting the inside of your cheek, you try to stop yourself from smiling at the nickname.

“Missed you too”. The words sound dull as you bury your face into her neck. She sighs, pressing her soft lips against your forehead. The noise of her breathing is oddly calming. The apartment has been so quiet these past days without the older woman's presence, not that she's loud anyway. You just know that she is there with you. That's all that matters.  

You throw your arms around her shoulders and cuddle eve further into her warmth, her hands wrapping around your waist, pulling you closer. The two of you sit together I silence, simply enjoying each other, bellies full of the pizza you had for lunch occasionally whispering your “I love you”s. You always are especially clingy when Natasha returns from her missions.

“So”, she begins. You hum, urging her to continue. “I invited James for dinner, he'll be here around seven. Don't tell him I said that, but I don't want him to be alone this evening”, surprised, you blink at her, causing her to chuckle, “What's up with the face, princess?”. You move your hand up to her face and begin to trace  her sharp features, “I just didn't expect you to invite him so soon. You know, we usually spend the evenings after you return together. You know, alone?”

Natasha raises her eyebrows, lips twitching into a smirk,”Oh princess, I see how it is!” A blush spreads over your cheeks, tinting them slightly, yet a small laugh still bubbles out of your mouth and you gently hit her arm, “Come on, Nat. You're making me blush”. Your girlfriend's eyes sparkle mischievously, but she lets it go, instead she presses a kiss to your temple.

“Will you cook us something nice?”, she asks. A hum escapes your lips as you begin to think about the choices you have. “I could do Florentine cannelloni with a tomato salad. Maybe some nice Crème Brûlée for dessert?” .The gears in your head are turning, your love for cooking coming out, “I can use the Bunsen burner Steve gifted me last Christmas!” Natasha can't help but smile, an adoring look in her eyes. You're all excited and giddy about the meal you're going to make tonight.

“That sounds amazing. I'm looking forward to it”. Her hand brushes a strand of hair from your face and tucks it behind your ear, “I love you, princess” You jump from her lap quickly and run to put on some shoes while yelling back to her, “I LOVE YOU TOO! I'm going to head out to the store to get all the ingredients. Be right back!” You can practically see Natasha rolling her eyes at your sudden burst of energy, but you know that she's smiling as well.

You grab your keys and look out of the window. The streets are slowly piling up with snow as the flakes keep falling down, thick and heavy. Your eyes widen and you rush back to your girlfriend, “Natasha, Nat, look! It's snowing!” She is standing in the living room, some tight, black leggings hugging her legs and a dark red crop top hanging off her body. Basically, she's looking like a snack.

You launch yourself at her, giggling in delight. The redhead catches you elegantly and follows your motion, turning around herself, before slowly coming to a halt. “I hope it'll stay overnight so we can build snowmen and make snow angels”, you look into Natasha's green eyes, the red of her curls intensifying their glow. “We can do that, princess. Now, go and head to out. You promised a dinner?”

“Yeah, of course”, you kiss her lips, “I'll be back soon”. The older woman watches your retreating form pick out a warm coat and beanie and dress yourself appropriately for the freezing temperatures outside. With a look back, you take your wallet and head out the door, blowing a kiss to your girlfriend.

—

The heavy grocery bags are cutting into the skin of your hands as you walk up the steps. Your cheeks, nose and ears are slightly tinged from the cold. Your huff out breathes of exhaustion which makes it visible in the cool air. Once you reach the door to your and Natasha's apartment, you set down the bags and take a deep breath. Some drops of sweat roll down your face and your feet are hurting from carrying around the excess weight of your bags.

You pull out your keys and push it into the lock of your door. Before you open it, you take a closer look at the entrance. You and Natasha painted it white when you first moved it. Some of it split around the edges and along the lock, from when you drunkenly tried to open it some months ago. Now, there's a Christmas wreath hanging in the middle, small golden reindeer decorating it on its side. In the middle sits a small, stuffed Santa that Natasha had brought you from one of her mission. It's a cute arrangement which never fails to make you smile.

With a smile on your face you open turn the key and open the door. You enter back into your apartment, calling out to your girlfriend, “Nat, I'm back!” There's no response, but you hear the shower run. She's getting ready for this evening, so you figure you should start on getting dinner ready.

You set down your bags and take out all the things you bought, checking the clock, you see that there's still four hours until seven, which leaves you enough time to carefully prepare your Crème Brûlée and cook up your main course. To fill the silence in the kitchen, you connect your phone to your built-in Bluetooth speakers and press shuffle, some soft rock filling the air. Humming along to the melody, you begin to prepare your meals.

At one point, Natasha comes in, sneaks up behind you and wraps her arms around your waist, lips pressing against the back of your neck. “It smells delicious, princess”, she mumbles into your hair, the smell of her shampoo infiltrating your nose. “I haven't even done anything, but putting the dessert into the oven”, you counter, turning around in her embrace to look at her. She's not yet dressed, the only thing covering her is one of the grey, fluffy towels you had bought when you moved in together.

“Must be you who's smelling so good then”, she retorts, a smirk pulling at her lips. You raise your eyebrows and start to grin,” like what? Sweat and hard work? Brings you right back to the good old Soviet days, huh?” The older woman rolls her eyes playfully, shaking her head, “There I was, trying to be sweet for once, but my girlfriend can't have that, right?” A pout forms on your lips and you put on your best puppy eyes, “Aww, baby, I'm sorry. Did I hurt your feelings?”, you pause, “Do you want some kisses?”

Natasha breaks your embrace and takes a step back, “Alright, princess, be like that. I'll go and get dressed then”. You keep eye contact as she slowly retreats, watching her every move. She stops at the door, staring back at you provocatively. After a second, you sigh in defeat and run up to her to press a kiss on her lips. The redhead pulls back and pinches your bum, smirking, before she does head into the bedroom to get dressed.

—

Over the next few hours, you stay in the kitchen, passionately making dinner, delicious smells of cheese, spinach and tomatoes tinting the air. It's quarter past six when you put the cannelloni Florentine into the oven. Exhausted, but proud you make your way into the bedroom. On your way, you pass the bathroom in which Natasha is finishing her make up.

You stop in your tracks, your heart picking up as you stare at her, mouth agape. Of course you know that the older woman is drop dead gorgeous, yet her beauty never fails to stun you, especially when she's dressed up to the nines. “Nat”, the words sound flat, your breath refusing to leave your lungs. She looks  at you with a big smile, “You like?” You open and close your mouth a couple times, but no real words come out, only some stammered and slurred together sounds fill the air. She smirks and walks towards you, her hips moving seductively.

Her hand cups your cheek and her perfectly manicured fingers trail a line down to your hips, holding you close to her. She leans closer to you, warm breath fanning over your ear. “Oh, princess, did I render you breathless already? I was hoping we could find another way for that”, her sultry voice is ringing in your ears, blood rushes through your body. Everything feels warm all of a sudden. You moan quietly, which causes her to chuckle, “Now, now, behave. Go and get dressed. I want you looking all nice and pretty when James arrives, understood?” You nod, your mouth dry, her eyes staring into yours intently. You swallow and are about to answer, when Natasha shoos you out of the room.

On your shared king sized lays a black, off the shoulder dress. It's very form fitting and you know for a fact that it's one of Natasha's favourites. You used to be a little insecure about how tight it is, but Natasha showed you that you had no reason to feel that way. The lustful gazes she throws you whenever you wear it are enough to boost your confidence.

You reach for the dress and run your fingers along the fabric. It's soft and leaves a comforting feeling on your skin. You take of your dirty clothes and head to the en suite to give yourself a quick wash down with a cloth, before you put on the dress. Immediately, you feel more confident. After throwing your hair into a high bun, putting on light make up and slipping into your favourite heels, you look at yourself in the mirror. “I'm looking good”, you state, smiling.

In the kitchen, the timer on the oven has gone off, so you rush to get the food out. You sprinkle shredded mozzarella over the cannelloni and put them back in the oven for their last round of baking. That's the moment the doorbell rings. You take off your oven gloves and straighten your dress before you head over to open the door.

Once you arrive in the entry, you see that Natasha was faster than you and has already opened the door and pulled Bucky into a hug. You're able to see his face. His eyes are closed and he smiles as he snuggles into the woman's neck. The latter turns her head to press a gentle kiss on his temple. You smile. Their relationship always warmed your heart.

After a couple seconds you decide to make your presence known,”Hey Bucky, it's so good to see you”. He and Natasha break their hug and he comes over to you with a huge grin, “Y/n, the pleasure's all mine. Natalia told me you'd be cooking and I wouldn't miss that for the world”. Bucky opens his arms and hugs you. He's very warm, even though he just came out of the freezing cold. The smell of cinnamon sugar and peppermint envelopes you and causes your heart to clench painfully.

“You flatter me. I made cannelloni Florentine. It's still in the oven, but it should be done soon”, you answer, pulling out of his embrace, “Do you want to drink anything?” He shyly looks to Natasha, “Natalia talked bout a really good red wine, if that'd be no problem?” The redhead smiles at Bucky, “of course not. Please make yourself at home while I fetch it”

The tall man takes your hand and pulls you into the dining room. The table is already decked, Natasha must have done that while you were getting ready. You hear a crackling sound behind you and turn your head to inspect the source – the fireplace. Flames are licking the air, glowing in red and orange. Bucky pulls out a chair and motions for you to sit, which you do. He takes the seat next to you, at the head of the table, and smiles.

“You must have missed Natalia. I mean, I've seen her this morning and I still missed her”, you smile bashfully at your hands, cheeks warming. You never really liked when others implied their love for your girlfriend, but with Bucky, you somehow don't mind., “I did. I'm really glad she's back home again.”, your eyes find Bucky's, ”You too, of course”. He grins at that, eyes twinkling.

“Alright, I've got the bottle, let's get down to business”, Natasha strolls back in, her long legs looking especially delicious in the flame's light. She pours everyone a glass of Bordeaux. She sits down next to Bucky, across from you. “This bottle is from a very good year. One of the best I've ever tasted”, she explains, swirling the contents of her glass. “I'll make sure to savour it then”, Bucky replies, intensely staring at the older woman as he takes a sip.

You watch the way his throat bobs as he swallows, how he moans obscenely at the taste. A single droplet of wine slowly runs down his lips, leaving a stained line in its way. His tongue darts out to lick it up and he lets out another small moan. You swallow harshly and quickly reach for your own glass to distract yourself. As you pour down some of the wine, you see Natasha smirking at you, causing you to shrink into yourself.

Luckily, the timer goes off again and you excuse yourself as you scurry back to the kitchen. You turn off the timer and get yourself a glass to gulp down some water. With a shake, you pull yourself together. This is not the time t thirst over your girlfriend's best friend. Shakily, you take out the cannelloni and plate it nicely with the salad you prepared.  Satisfied, with your work, you bring the plates back to the dining room.

“Princess, this looks delicious”, Natasha hums appreciatively, Bucky joining in, “Yes, it does. Smells so good too. You got really lucky, Natalia”. Saying this, he looks kind of sad, but you brush it off, too excited about the food. “ Let's dig in then!”

—

Dinner is great. Natasha and Bucky love the food and compliment your cooking frequently. They also have heated arguments about things you don't understand, but the mocking faces they pull still make you laugh. You drink together, converse about each topic that comes to mind and stuff your bellies. Natasha helps you with caramelizing the dessert and topping it off with some pieces of pineapple, which you all greatly enjoy. Now, you and Bucky lean against the back of your chairs, completely stuffed, while Natasha eyes you with a smirk.

After some moments, you get up with a huff, “I'll go do the dishes. I don't want to worry about them tomorrow”. You collect all the dirty plates and cutlery and carry them into the kitchen where you begin to clean, quietly humming to yourself. Suddenly you hear Bucky and Natasha's hushed voices.

“Natalia, please. I miss you. I need you. I-”

“James, please. Don't do this. I'm with Y/n, she's my priority”

“Please, I'm begging you! Ask her if she'd be okay with this. I love you Natalia, I can't lose you. Not again.”

Your eyebrows furrow in confusion. What are they talking about? You turn off the sink and begin to dry the dishes, all the while sneaking closer to hear them better.

“You know that I care for you deeply. But James, what do you expect me to do? I finally found someone. Someone I can have a stable family with. I can't throw all of this away. I just can't!”

“Please. I'm nothing without you. I've been dropping so much, Natalia. Everything hurts! You're the only one I trust””

“James! You've been dropping? Oh no, this is not good. Do you know what kind of situation you've put me in?”

You can hear Bucky sniffle over Natasha's concerned voice. What is happening? Why has the man been falling a lot? No matter how hard you try, you cannot makes sense of their conversation.

“P-please. I can't do this any longer. I need you so m-much”

“Shit, okay, fine, calm down baby. It's alright. We can talk to Y/n. She'll understand”

“Thank you, Ma'am. Thank you so much”

The man is now audibly crying while Natasha tries to shush him. But you've had enough. One of your friends was crying and you would not stand in the kitchen like a heartless idiot, so you quietly sneak into the living room, where the two of them are sitting on your sofa. Bucky's head is buried in your girlfriend's shoulder. The latter soothingly strokes his back in circles.

“Bucky?”, you ask timidly,”are you okay?” The man in question whips his head around staring at you in horror. His eyes are filled with unshod tears and wet patches run along his cheeks. The redhead gently brings her hands to his face and wipes away his tears. She whispers something to him that seems to calm him down, his shoulders looking less tense then before. “Y/n, princess. I need to talk to you”. Your girlfriend's green eyes find yours and she pats the spot next to her.

You sit down obediently, eyebrows furrowed in concern. Natasha takes your hand and presses a kiss to your wrist. “I love you so much, princess, but there's something I need to tell you. You may ask any questions you have, but please let me finish talking first”, she looks at you, no sparkle in her eyes like usual, so you know this is serious. You nod, too tense to speak right now. To your surprise, she takes Bucky's hand into her own and kisses his forehead the same way she does to you whenever she wants you to calm down.

“I met James back when I was training in the Red Room. He was supposed to be one of our teachers. At that point HYDRA still had him under tight control. He was broken, Y/n, just like the rest of us. It's really ironic, the world's most deadly assassins, feeling so helpless. So one day, when everything was especially rough, Bucky and I got together”, she tells, her thumb brushing circles over Bucky's hand. Your eyebrows shoot up at her confession, “You mean..?” The redhead nods, “We had sex, yes” Swallowing, you motion for her to continue.

“After that day, James and I kept seeing each other. I craved more control and he wanted to be free of all his worries and fears. We worked well together and quickly realised that BDSM fit us well. I got to control James completely while he was able to let his mind free. He was my first submissive and, well... my first love. But soon, he had to leave again. The Winter Soldier was needed on another mission. That was the last time I've seen him before he came back for Steve.

I was glad to see him again of course. I never stopped caring about him, but I was already with you. And please don't get me wrong. I love you, princess, with all of my heart and I would never give up on our relationship, which is why I told James that we couldn't go back to what we had. He agreed to be friends again. But for the last months he has been experiencing depressive episodes like when we first got together. Back then we'd just have a scene and play together, but now...”, she drifts of, looking at you.

“Now, I'm here”, you complete, a dry laugh rolling off your tongue. “Please, Y/n”, she sighs, “None of this is your fault”. You pull your hand out of Natasha's and hug your legs to your chest, “So what you're saying is that you and your first love met again and you could've been together, but I'm the one obstacle in your path. What exactly is it that you want from me?”

The redhead looks at you pleadingly, “Y/n, princess, I love you so much. There's not enough words to describe my love. However, I love James the same. You both mean the world to me, but I can't stand to see him suffer. You have to understand that” Bucky begins to sniffle again, his bottom lip trembling, “Y/n, I don't want anything too come between you and Nat and I would not ask for this if I knew another solution, but I can't do this anymore. Please Y/n, I'm begging you”, his voice cracks and he begins to fully cry again.

Your heart aches and you feel your muscles soften. You can't stand seeing your friend in so much misery. His pain hurts you too, tears are welling up in your eyes, “I still don't know what you're asking of me”. Your hands tremble slightly as you worry your lip. Natasha reaches towards your hand once more. This time you allow her to take it. “I want to be in a poly relationship with both of you. Y/n, I love you so much. You're an amazing sub, just as James. You two are my everything and I wish for the both of you to e in my lives as lovers and submissives”

You tilt your head a little, watching Natasha, then Bucky, “So, you'd be my girlfriend and Bucky would be my boyfriend?”, the older woman nods, looking at you hopefully. “Bucky?”, you ask, “Are you okay with that. I mean, me as your girlfriend?” The man begins to blush, the soft pink colour spreading from his neck to his ears, “Well, I think you're very beautiful and attractive and you've always been so kind to me. This is very new to me as well, but I'd like to try. With you and Nat”. He stammers a little and plays with his fingers, a nervous habit most likely.

“How exactly would this work then?”, you question. Natasha smiles,”We'd have to figure that out over time. Of course we would immediately lay down some ground rules and talk everything over. I want the both of you to be as comfortable as possible”. Nodding, you begin to play with her fingers “But what if I won't fall in love with Bucky? I mean, I am attracted to him, of course, but I don't know what the future holds”. You avoid Bucky's gaze, busying yourself further with your girlfriend's hand. “Neither do I, princess. All we can do is try”, she grips your hand tightly, careful not to hurt you, “So what do you say?”

You take one last look at Bucky, then Natasha, “Okay. I'd like to try”. Your girlfriend smiles. She's holding back, but you can see the relief in her eyes. On the other side of the couch, Bucky launches himself from his spot next to the redhead and throws his arms around your shoulders, “Thank you so much! This means the world to me, I-”, he giggles and looks into your eyes, “Just, thank you”. His laughter is infections and you can't help the chuckle that escapes your mouth, “It's fine, really. You don't have to thank me”

Both of you take some deep breaths. The tension and fear leaving your bodies. Instead, you feel the adrenaline pumping through your veins and your eyes flicker to Bucky's lips. They look so soft and pink, so tender and sweet. The sudden urge to kiss him overcomes you, but you hold back, not sure if it is okay for you to kiss him. “Come on, princess, do it”, Natasha whispers, trying to encourage you, “Kiss him”.

So you do. Your eyelids fall closed as your lips meet the other's halfway. Bucky's lips feel as soft as they look and he's very gentle, using only slight pressure to press his mouth against yours. Fireworks erupt in your stomach, making you crave more of him. Your hands tangle themselves in his long, wavy locks and you pull, causing him to release a soft moan into your mouth. You use the opportunity to push your tongue into his mouth and explore the inside of his mouth. His tongue presses back against yours and you moan, heat pooling in your lower belly.

It's at that moment that you know. Falling in love with Bucky Barnes won't be difficult at all.

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》Troublemaker《

Superpowers AU, College AU, Poly AU

Taglist (send an ask if you want to be added): @twancingyunhoe @biaswreckingfics @donghanies @moonshineboyz @soleilsuhh @trashlord-007

Genre: crack, fluff, angst, suspension, suggestive

Rating: 16+

General Warnings: rituals, lots of fighting, language, injuries, weapons, detailed descriptions of fights and injuries, some mature themes, lots of kissing and teasing

Chapter Specific Warnings: teacher and headmaster being overly rude, cussing

Pairing: The Boyz x fem reader

Synopsis: in a world where superpowers are nothing special and everyone is gifted with some kind of special ability, you and your friends quickly grow tired of it and all the rules. So when one of your friends brings up a certain ritual, with which you can travel into another universe, it sounds like heaven, but you quickly realize it's harder to adapt than you'd like.

Word count: 2.7k

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It's fairly early when you leave your home for college, around 7am something. The air around you is still fairly crisp and cool, but you're not bothered. Others would be shaking if they went outside in just skinny jeans and a simple sweater when it's 0°C outside. 

But you? You're not bothered in the slightest as you calmly walk down the street and towards the giant building. 

It's metallic cover reflects the sunlight, slightly blinding you in the process. It makes you squint and avert your eyes. 

"Y/N!" 

Your head turns in the direction of the call and you see your best friend jogging towards you with a bright grin. "Oh, hey." 

"Good morning!" He beams, way too enthusiastic for your liking at this hour. 

A demonstrative yawn escapes you as you lazily wave at him. "Morn'..." You mumble and wipe the tears out of your eyes which gathered due to your yawn. 

"Aren't you gonna give your bestie a hug?" He pouts and his dimples make an appearance. "I'm disappointed." 

A chuckle escapes you before you turn towards him completely and give him his desired display of affection. 

A happy sigh escapes him as he tightly slings his arms around you. "I'm never letting you go, it's too cold!" He whines when you move to break the hug. 

"Wear warmer clothes then, you buffoon." You mumble, struggling to push him away and ultimately just giving up. 

"Nahh, why would I do that when I have my personal heater right under my nose?" He teases. 

"Shut up and let me go, we have classes soon." You whine and push at his chest again. 

He relents with a high pitched laugh as he watches you stumble back, his arms letting go easier than expected and making you lose your balance for a few seconds. 

"You fucker" You hiss while taking big, fast steps towards your destination. 

"My baby! Don't be mad!" Your friend whines while jogging to match your pace. 

"It's not even 8 yet and the two of you are already having a quarrel." A new voice joins the two of you. 

Startled by the sudden intervention, you whip your head to pinpoint the source and find another guy of your friend group. 

"Sangyeon? Where did you come from?" You ask, eyes moving up to meet his.

"You must have forgotten that I always meet you at this section in the road, tsk." The older one answers and shakes his head. 

"Sorryyyy" You say with a chuckle, "but Changmin here decided to be an ass first thing in the morning! It's his fault" 

"HUH??" The culprit screeches in surprise, "Excuse me??" 

"Be quiet you two, I don't need a headache right before classes." 

"Sorryy" Changmin and you chime in unison, "dad." the former adds and snickers, earning himself a glare from Sangyeon. 

The three of you continue on the rest of the way in silence and you couldn't be more grateful. Your mind is not yet in the right place for any intellectual conversation. 

The enormous college building towers in front of you all as you reach the campus. 

"Ohh look, the others are already here!" Changmin happily points out, proceeding to skip towards said friend group. 

Sangyeon and you exchange an amused glance before also walking towards them. 

"Morning everyone." You wave at the guys and they all greet you back. 

"Y/N my love!" Your other best friend exclaims and jumps to hug you, "I'm so glad you're finally here! Please warm me up, I'm freezing!" 

The other guys laugh at their youngest friend's antics, you included. Nonetheless you proceed to hug him around his middle and make use of your powers. Your skin immediately heats up to a nice and cozy temperature and the guy hums in relief. 

"You're such a baby." You chuckle and pat his broad back affectionately.

"Classes start in about 10 minutes, we can go inside now." 

"Oh, look who decided to show up." Sangyeon teases. 

"What? Why would I show up half an hour before classes?" Said newcomer replies. "I can take all the time I need, unlike you guys~" 

"Stop being arrogant, Hyun." The oldest playfully scolds. 

"Now now, don't fight." Jacob intervenes, voice clearly expressing his worry. 

"Hold on, what class do we have now?" You suddenly realize and look up to meet Sunwoo's eyes. 

"Uhh I'm pretty sure it's chem." He replies, now looking at Younghoon for confirmation. 

"Yeah" he nods. "We should go, it's all the way on the top floor of the building." 

Sunwoo and you groan in unison, totally not thrilled on having to walk up 10 flights of stairs. 

"I actually also have chemistry, but in another course." Jaehyun says, "It's on the same floor though." 

The three of you guys look at your friend with hope. 

"Urgh, fiiine." He groans, already knowing exactly what you were all going to ask of him. 

"Yay!" You beam happily and peel yourself away from Youngjae. "Sorry hun but you gotta get inside quickly to stay warm I guess." 

He grumbles something inaudible and you immediately attach yourself to Jaehyun's arm instead and give him a smile. "You're the best, Hyunnie!" 

He can't help the amused smile to crawl onto his lips. "I know." 

You hear Sunwoo make a gagging sound, prompting you to laugh. "Let's go now." 

"Sure, sure." Jaehyun hums and within a second the four of you are up on the top floor. 

"Thank you~" You happily chime and stand on your tiptoes to press a quick kiss to the man's cheek. Then you turn around, link arms with Sunwoo and Younghoon and drag them into your chemistry classroom with a content smile on your face. 

Both men exchange a glance at that interaction and internally behead Jaehyun for having his useful ability. 

When Sunwoo turns his head to look at the older guy, Jaehyun shows him a priggish smirk and waves before disappearing. 

"He really-" 

"Good morning you three!" Your teacher greets and Sunwoo immediately stiffens, startled by the voice. "Class starts in 5 minutes, find your seats!" 

"Yes ma'am!" The three of you reply and give a quick bow before scurrying to your seats. 

"Miss Im is so scary…" Younghoon shudders and you nod. 

—

Your teacher had given the class an experiment to work on in groups of three. Funnily enough, a student had broken one of the school's bunsen burners, so now your group was without one. 

"Great, just great" Miss Im angrily says under her breath. 

"Miss" You say and raise your hand. She looks at you and nods. "I can use my power instead for fire-" 

"Under no circumstance will you do that!" She immediately shoots down your idea and raises her voice. "What if you set fire to something in here? You could hurt us!" 

You don't know what to say, feeling at a loss for words at her sudden outburst. Sunwoo and Younghoon notice your shaking hands and glare at the teacher. 

"Did you really have to lash out at her like that? She just suggested it!" Sunwoo angrily replies and stands up from his chair, smacking the table. "We all here have been living with our powers ever since we were 5! We have them under control! Y/N would never hurt someone on purpose!" 

Younghoon had hugged you close to calm your anxiety down while everyone just watched and listened to Sunwoo's outburst. 

Then it was quiet for a moment, Miss Im too stunned to say anything back and the rest of the class only agreed with him. 

Sunwoo was quite literally charged, you could see little lightning bolts dancing all over him. 

"Sunwoo…" You quietly say and he looks at you. "It's okay." 

He takes a deep breath and shoots the teacher another sharp glare. 

She clicks her tongue angrily and just ignores this incident, instead opting to not grade your group on this one. 

—

After class ends the three of you quickly make your way downstairs and onto the campus to meet the others. Sunwoo was stubbornly clinging onto your arm with an annoyed pout on his face. 

"Hey Sunwoo." you speak up and nudge him so he looks at you. "Thank you for interfering." 

He gives you a tight-lipped smile and says "No big deal."

"Thank you too Hoonie." you turn to the older guy and give him an affectionate smile which he returns shyly. 

"Oh look, the troublemakers are coming." Someone teases when the three of you proceed on your way towards your friend group. 

You turn to glare at the person, your red eyes flaring dangerously and they immediately look away, visibly flustered. 

"Hey hey, we already heard you guys got in trouble." Jacob says first when you are within hearing range. "What happened? Are you okay?" 

"Don't worry, we're fine." You answer and wave him off, but the way he eyes Sunwoo tells you that's not what he wanted to hear. 

"Miss Im went off on Y/N after she offered to use her powers for the experiment because a burner was missing." Younghoon explains and you feel Sunwoo tighten his group on your arm even further. "A- Sunwoo what's gotten into you?" You exclaim to him and prod at his arm to give you some room. 

"I'm sorry Noona, I'm just still mad at Miss Im." He mumbles and hides his face on your shoulder. 

"Stop being a baby." Juyeon speaks up and pries the younger one from you… well he tries. "Argh, let go already! Chanhee, come help me out!" 

"Wha- Hyung what am I supposed to do??" The younger one replies incredulously. 

"Just help me get this walking taser off of Y/N!" 

You snort at that exclamation and Sunwoo gives Juyeon a pointed look. "Did you really just call me a walking taser?!" 

"So what if I did?" 

"Unbelievable." Chanhee shakes his head, but an amused smile plays at his lips nonetheless. 

Your eyes basically scream 'help me!!' As you look at Youngjae, the youngest out of you all gives you a laugh before nodding. And suddenly Sunwoo's grip on you loosens and you quickly peel yourself away and hide behind the culprit. "Thanks Jae." you snicker against his arm as you peek out to look at a confused Sunwoo. 

"Yah!" He literally screams, making all of you flinch besides Changmin. "Youngjae I swear-" 

"Enough now, kids!" Sangyeon finally steps in and silences Sunwoo quickly. He pouts and crosses his arms in front of his chest. 

You move from behind Youngjae to stand to his left, now in between him and Changmin. 

"Ohh guys!" The latter suddenly speaks up with sparkly eyes and everyone looks at him. "How about we have a sleepover at my house this weekend? We're free next week so we can have some fun together!" 

Everyone quickly makes eye contact with the others. "Sure!" Haknyeon nods and adjusts his choker. "I'm itching to take this thing off, it's really weird to be as close to normal as it can get here." 

You all laugh at that, remembering how he has to wear it due to his powers. His hyperawareness is a very useful power, but also hard to live with, since he gets easily overwhelmed in crowded places. He had someone in his family create that ability dimmer for him so he could live without being constantly overwhelmed. 

"You over there!" 

All of you turn to see who called, finding it to be your headmaster. "Kim Sunwoo and L/N Y/N, come over here." 

You give Youngjae a panicked look and he shoots you one right back. That can't be good. 

The two of you slowly walk towards the man, stopping about a meter in front of him. "Do you know why I came to speak with you?" 

"No, sir." You shake your head, not daring to look into his eyes. Out of the corner of your eyes you see Sunwoo trembling slightly. 

"Well, I came here because Miss Im told me about what happened during her chemistry lesson. Shall I remind you, Miss L/N, that it is strictly prohibited to use your powers on campus grounds, unless they're unable to be deactivated?" 

"N-No, I know that, sir." You reply quietly. "But we were missing a burner, so I thought-" 

"You thought what? That it would be a good idea to use your powers instead and to risk hurting your classmates? Hm?" 

"I'm so-sorry. It won't happen again, sir" 

"And now on to you, Mister Kim." The headmaster turns to Sunwoo instead and you try to calm your racing heart and keep your anxious tears at bay. "You're really cocky for a 2nd year, just raising your voice at a teacher like that AND using your powers in a classroom." 

"Miss Im has started it." Sunwoo replies through gritted teeth, "She could've calmly explained it, but instead she decided to humiliate Y/N Noona in front of the whole class! Was I just supposed to watch?!" 

"Sunwoo-" You hiss, scared for him. 

"Excuse me?" 

"You heard me right, sir." 

"Don't make me call your parents." The much older man threatens. 

"Oh, go ahead then." Sunwoo replies, "I don't care." 

"Sunwoo!" You say with big eyes. "Stop it!" 

"You should listen to your little friend, Mister Kim." The headmaster sneers, "I'll let you off the hook since you never did anything before. You better behave." he clicks his tongue and leaves. 

You grab Sunwoo by the collar and pull him to match your height. "Are you out of your mind?!" 

"Hey hey…" Jacob quickly makes an appearance and gently touches your shoulders with nothing but worry all over his face. "Please calm down Y/N." 

"You idiot, he could have expelled you or something! Don't do stuff like that!" You practically beg him with teary eyes. 

The younger one's eyes soften. "I'm sorry Noona, I won't do it again, but please don't cry." 

Jacob takes a step back and just watches, mostly relieved that you weren't angry and that he wouldn't have to break up a fight. 

"Give me a hug you idiot…" You grumble and wipe your eyes. Sunwoo gives a panicked wheeze, locking eyes with Changmin and Youngjae. They both just wave him off. 

"Okay okay, don't cry." He says and gives in, pulling you close and patting your back. 

The others watch from a bit away, soft smiles on their faces, almost forgetting why you two are in that situation in the first place. 

But then the bell rang, snapping you all out of your thoughts. 

Changmin drags you by your wrist, Chanhee on your other side as they lead the way to your next class. 

"Are you feeling better now, Y/N?" Chanhee softly asks from your left side and you turn to look at him. 

"I feel okay now, thank you for worrying." You reply and flash the taller man a quick smile. 

Changmin intertwined his fingers with yours. It's nothing new, the two of you used to do that ever since you became friends. 

"Chanhee Hyung, where is the literature classroom again?" 

The oldest of you three thinks for a moment and looks at the numbers next to the doors. "It's room 371." 

"Ahh thank you~" Changmin happily replies and you guys make your way into the room. 

—

Chanhee stretches his long limbs after the bell chimed, indicating the end of the class. "Today's lesson was pretty intense, don't you guys think?" 

"Yeah, there was a lot." Changmin frowns a little. "Y/N how were you holding up?" 

Your head shoots up in surprise, caught off guard while packing your stuff. "Uh- It was alright. I understood most of it actually." 

Both men give you weird looks. "You never understand stuff in literature, what happened?" Changmin says with furrowed brows. 

"I think it's because she actually paid attention this time." Chanhee adds with a chuckle, "She looked so concentrated, it was cute." 

You feel your body heating up and avert your eyes. "Whatever, let's go." 

The two men exchange amused glances but don't speak on it any further, opting to just follow you out of the building. 

You didn't expect to run into this particular person when you exited through the large glass doors. 

After all, he got expelled for using his powers on campus and a few other things. 

"Hyunjun?" 

[mushroommushy]

Enter Bunnix

Evillustrator

#VoteMrsBustierBestTeacher

- Nathaniel’s birthday!

- He’s 15 now as well

- Really only the other rich kids know that it’s his birthday

- Mostly because he gets a bit overwhelmed with large amounts of attention on him

- He’s shy, let him be quiet in the back where he doesn’t get in trouble

- Because tomato here has some good o’l ✨trauma and daddy issues✨

- Nathaniel has a huge crush on Mari here

Alix: Nath, you have a crush on anyone that’s nice to you that you don’t consider family

Nathaniel, immediately: That’s not true!

- It is

- Nathaniel has internalized homophobia

- Not to say he’s rude to people who are gay!

- He just won’t let himself accept that he is gay

- Because he knows he would probably be sent away by his dad

- Alix managed to get her hands on a 72 piece set of copic markers and honestly

- Nathaniel wasn’t even surprised

- Chloe nearly made her dad buy Nathaniel a fucking house for his art on his birthday since it’s his stress reliever

- And god knows how much he needs to destress

- The poor boy literally uses every excuse he can to avoid his dad and stays at the school until it’s closed

- His dad is a heavy drinker, and is a violent drunk

- He has assaulted Nathaniel before

- He doesn’t have a mom, as she divorced his dad when he was little

- His dad didn’t even really raise him, blaming him for the divorce

- Even though he was the one that was cheating

- Alim has called him out on this several times

- Nathaniel considers Alim as his father as he raised him more than his bio dad

- Nath is also a history buff because of this

- Especially when it comes to historical art pieces

- Him and Alix have been caught clinging to each other regularly because that’s just a thing with Kubdels

- They will cling to you

- Nathaniel was drawing in science class and Mrs. Mendeleiev yelled at him for it

- She called him out on failing science to literally everyone else in the class room

- And then proceeded to insult his art harshly and send him to the principals office

- Alix was sitting next to Sabrina, who was having to grab her wrist so she didn’t jump out of her seat and break her nose

Sabrina: I would love to let you go and let you go feral on her but I don’t want you getting in trouble. But trust me, it’s tempting.

- Sabrina was really tempted to let her do that though as she was pissed too

- Chloe was not being restrained by Max however, and proceeded to absolutely destroy Mendeleiev for slandering Nathaniel

- Most of the class was pretty startled about this, since they had assumed she didn’t really care about anyone after Dark Cupid

- Marinette came in late, so she didn’t see Mendeleiev yell at Nathaniel

- Nathaniel was akumatized into Evillustator, with the goal of proving how good of an artist he is

- Marinette was in the group with Chloe and Sabrina

- Alix was partnered with Max and Kim

- Alix didn’t miss Alya saying unlucky and glared at her for it

- Chloe did ask if her and Sabrina could work alone but was still denied

- Marinette was not looking forward to working with them and was miserable, expecting to have to do all the work

- Chloe and Sabrina however, offered to split the work evenly between them

- Marinette didn’t believe them but agreed to it anyway

- Chloe was a little bummed about Alix not being in their group

Chloe: I wish Ally-kins was in our group. I suck at science.

Sabrina: Alix is who we want for history, not science.

- Marinette mistakes this for them using Alix for good grades because she’s smart and she ends up disliking them even more

- She makes a mental note to try and keep Alix away from them so they can’t use her

- Sabrina has more of a personality compared to canon

- She isn’t a pushover, and doesn’t do Chloe’s homework for her

- But she is extremely smart, able to complete complex math problems in seconds

- Sabrina however is hyper and gets excited when she has a new friend

- Chloe is just snickering as she circles Marinette like a puppy

- The three of them end up working in the library for a little while

- Sabrina was muttering about how she was annoyed that she wasn’t able to give Nathaniel his present

Marinette: Present?

Sabrina: It’s his 15th birthday today! Alix already gave him some copics. I had gotten him a new tablet that came with an apple pen since he’s been wanting one.

Chloe: He wouldn’t let me get him a studio, so I just got him one of the Limited Edition Graf von Faber-Castell pencils.

Sabrina, choking: How did you get your hands on one?! Theres 10 and they cost $12, 800 each!

- Cue Marinette cursing and wondering why she didn’t know that and why the hell they spent so much money

- Chloe still gave Sabrina the hat because she had it on her

- Mendeleiev was in the courtyard when a giant Bunsen Burned started chasing her

- Alix had peaked out of the art room to see that

- She was with Max and Kim still though and couldn’t transform

- Chat Noir showed up, destroying the Bunsen Burner and looking around for the cause

-Evillustrator was on the second floor and rolled his eyes when Chat spotted him

- Chat was noticeably upset realizing it was Nathaniel who was akumatized

- Ladybug showed up soon after and both ran into a wall

- Alix was a little freaked out about the situation and super worried about him

- She had just had to sit out on fighting her brother now it’s her best friend?

- Chloe was clearly worried as well and nearly screamed when Evillustrator popped up for a moment to hug her and Sabrina

- Sabrina did actually scream

- He left before Ladybug and Chat got after them

- Ladybug was quite angry with them, assuming that Chloe was the reason that he was akumatized

Ladybug: You got another person akumatized? This is the second one!

Sabrina: Hey, Chloe didn’t do anything to Nathaniel! She defended him! Mrs. Mendeleiev is the one who hurt his feelings!

- Bunnix showed up and Chloe fangirled immediately

- She doesn’t like Ladybug as much with the false accusation and assuming

- But didn’t blame her too much as she wasn’t aware

- Ladybug just sighed and went home, detransforming in her room at the same moment Evillustrator came in

- She nearly hit him with a peel

- Marinette didn’t really know how to react about the fact he had a crush on her

- I mean, she barely knew Nathaniel

- She didn’t even know that it was his birthday

- She did agree to coming to his birthday party, feeling bad

- Then noticed that his iPad was buzzing like crazy

Marinette: Your iPad seems to be getting notifications quite a bit

Evillustrator: Huh?

You have 7 missed calls

Alix Kubdel: Nath, please where are you. You’re making me scared.

Adrien Agreste: Nathaniel? Please, answer. We’re here for you.

Sabrina Raincomprix: We’ll make sure Mendeleiev is punished for this! We all love you very much.

Chloe Bourgeois: This isn’t your fault Nath. I’ll get daddy to do something, I promise.

Jalil Kubdel: You ok little brother? You can stay with us tonight. You don’t have to deal with the scumbag. We’ll keep you safe, always. I heard you were akumatized. You’ll be ok soon, I promise.

- He actually started crying

- He didn’t realize that they cared so much

- Marinette had texted Alix that Evillustrator was in her room

- She got close to the bakery as Bunnix and then detransformed

- She had tackle hugged Evillustrator as soon as she got to the room

- Hawkmoth of course was screaming in his head to attack

- But this only made him even more irritated with Hawkmoth, Nathaniel being able to shove down his negative emotions

- This is how he managed to become the first person ever to break akumatization on his own

- Both Alix and Marinette of course were shocked

- They didn’t even know that was possible

Alix: I..Nath..

Nathaniel, coughing with a smile: Love you too sis.

- Marinette trapped the Akuma in a glass bowl so it couldn’t escape and cause a stone heart situation

- Alix was so incredibly proud of him and hugged him even tighter

- Marinette joined in on this too

- When Chat reached the scene, he was stunned

Chat Noir: Did you two break the object?

Alix: Nope..he rejected it himself.

- Alix was so freaking proud of him

- Nathaniel ended up staying with the Kubdels that night instead

- Alim had even gotten him a gift and planned a trip for his birthday

- They watched Nathaniel’s favorite movie, ignoring Nathaniel’s dad the whole night

- The class had crowded him with questions on how he broke akumatization

- Which he just answered by saying that he loved his family enough

- Chloe got her dad to fine Mendeleiev too