#but I can never get my ass in gear to cook lmao

[silverglimse-productions]

Oh to be the eater in a “she loves to cook, and she loves to eat” relationship

Any woman who is looking for a devoted food enjoyer hit me up lmao

[boxofbonesfic]

I'm gonna be rude in this ask for the challenge.

Bucky Barnes.

He swipes the parking space you were waiting for.

Bonus points if you make it into A/B/O but either way I am here for it.

okay but this provided me with the perfect meet cute, so i’m not even mad though—

Title: Break lights

Pairing: Alpha!Bucky x Omega!Reader

Rating: Explicit

A/N: here goes my second entry into @syntheticavenger’s 5k challenge, located here! this prompt SENT me, because… what am i, if not a corny, horny pile of bones?? please enjoy, and also, i have one entry left, so if anyone wants to send another prompt, my inbox is open, lmao!!! thank you synth for hosting this bomb challenge, and for giving me the best prompts 🥺

MINORS, DNI!

How it started:

You’re a cautious driver—okay, maybe over cautious, but it was a dangerous world, and you had to be. You worked hard at your job at the coffee shop to be able to afford it, budgeting and scrimping and saving—you couldn’t afford major repairs.

Which was why parking on the street in front of work was such a hassle. People zipped by on the busy street, often only just avoiding hitting you as you slowly, carefully backed into whichever spot you’d found. Or worse, they waited impatiently behind you, honking and yelling as your nervousness made it even harder to line up correctly.

Those are things you’re used to.

What you’re not used to, is some asshole driving up into your spot just as you’d begun to reverse. You weren’t used to sitting there in shock as people drove into the other lane to pass you, watching as he got out, looking rather pleased with the great spot he’d managed to secure. He’s big—brawny, with dark chestnut hair. You can’t see his face, not really, but the smug smile is easy to read.

“Asshole.” You growl, your hands tightening on the steering wheel. You should get out and give him a piece of your mind, you should let him know he’s an entitled little—

“Hey lady! Move your ass!”

You should find another place to park.

Shamefully, you put the car into gear and look for a spot of your own. You find one eventually—three avenue blocks away—and trudge back to work. Priscilla is in the back when you arrive, and she throws an apron at you.

“Where’ve you been? It’s a shit-show out there,” she whines. “I told Maurice you were back here but he’s not going to buy that for long.”

“Thanks, Priss.” You reply, shrugging out of your denim jacket and fiddling with the apron ties. The front is slammed, just like she’d said it was, and you slide over to the register, punching your code in. “Hi, can I help you?” you ask, giving a cursory glance to the man in front.

“Americano. Black, please.”

You look up again, and your eyes narrow. The sun glasses are pushed up over his head now, but you recognize the parking spot thief from earlier easily now. Is it just me or is he… bigger? He seems even larger now, towering over you as he smiles politely. You sniff dryly, punching his order in. Alpha. Fucking typical.

“Anything else?” You keep your tone clipped and short, practically snatching his card from him when he offers it.

“Yeah, I’ll take one of those pastries too, the blueberry one.” You grab one, tossing it carelessly into a paper bag before swiping his card. You drop it to the counter and spin on your heel. “Uh, don’t you need my name—”

“No, when I yell ‘parking spot thief,’ you’ll know your order’s ready.” You snap at him, unable to keep quiet a moment longer. A look of disbelief crosses his face, followed by amusement. “Sir, please step aside, there are other people waiting behind you.” You gesture to the growing line of disgruntled people murmuring what you could only assume were disrespectful things.

He does, a little smile on his irritatingly handsome face.

Stupid Alpha. Alphas were always like that, pushing people around just because they could. You’d sworn you’d never settle down, and if you did, it certainly wouldn’t be with some entitled Alpha who never wanted you to do anything but pop out kids and cook his meals.

“Can I help you?” The next person steps up.

“You know, in all fairness, I didn’t know you were waiting for that spot,” he interjects, speaking over the middle aged woman as she tries to order.

“Sir, please. I’m trying to work. Also, who just sits in the middle of the street with their blinker on if they’re not trying to park?” You snap, glaring at him. “I’m sorry ma’am, what did you say?” You can hear Priscilla giggling behind you, like it’s funny.

“I’d like one of those iced ginger teas, and a vanilla—”

“You’d been sitting there like five minutes! I thought you were having car trouble or something.”

“Vanilla?” you repeat back to the woman, ignoring him.

“A vanilla latte, please.” She turns to the big Alpha, leveling him with a glare of her own, and he smiles sheepishly.

“I’ll have that right out for you. And you. If you’re done justifying sniping my spot, could you…?” You make a shooing motion with your hands, and he laughs out loud.

“Okay, okay, toots. I can take a hint, I’m sorry.” He holds his hands up apologetically. “Really. It’s all a misunderstanding.” Priscilla hands you his cup, and you hand it to him, your face heating when you see that she’s written Parking Spot Thief on it in large letters.

“It’s… fine. Have a good day sir.”

“No, no, let me make it up to you. You get a lunch break, right?” You feel your whole body go hot.

“I do but, I don’t think—”

“She’d love to go.” Priscilla chimes in from behind you. “Seriously, I’m not going to watch you eat five day old muffins and get sick again.” You grimace at her. Why would you bring that up?

“How about pizza?” he asks, grinning. “Better than day old muffins, right?”

How it’s going:

“Feel me in your belly, right, sweetheart?” Bucky croons at you, lifting your hips only to let you bounce back down onto his dick. He presses his vibranium hand to your tummy and grins. “Oh yeah. There I am.” It’s pleasurable torture as he splits you open, your slick leaking down onto his thighs and the leather seats of his car underneath.

You’re babbling, half formed words and pleas leaving your trembling mouth as he fucks you stupid in the passenger seat. Tears are leaking down your cheeks as your pussy clenches desperately around the length of his thick cock, and your hands are fisted in his open dress shirt.

“God, ah, oh fuck, please, please, please—”

“Need me to make you cum, sweetheart? Show you how sorry I really am?” Bucky grunts, his hips snapping up into yours as he forces his cock as deep inside you as it’ll go. You don’t know how long is left on your lunch break, and quite frankly, you don’t care—Priss’ll cover, right? You think fleetingly, your hand burying itself in his hair as you keen. “Fucking shit, toots, do that again,” he growls, his lust dark eyes locking in on yours.

You do, threading your fingers through the silky strands of his hair and pulling. He hisses and leans forward, scraping his teeth against your throat. The feel of them rasping over the gland at the base of your neck makes your pussy constrict violently around his cock, and he curses.

“Mother fuck, you are tight.” He licks a stripe from your collar bone to your throat. “Toots, this is—ugh, fuck—gonna have to keep you, you know that, don’t you?” He’s rolling his hips into yours, his lips brushing the shell of your ear as he mumbles all the things he’s going to do to you, all the ways he’s going to make sure you remember the feel of his cock.

“Oh fucking God,” You wail, sobbing as you throw your head back. You’re cumming so hard you can’t think, can’t see—staring blindly up at the roof of the car as you feel the base of his cock thicken and swell. Bucky presses his face between your breasts, his curses muffled by your skin as he sheathes himself tightly into your cunt, holding you in place as he cums. You can feel the hot, hard jets of his spend against the abused walls of your pussy, feel it leaking out around the base of his knot.

He leans you back against the dash, staring admiringly down the plane of your body to where your pussy is stuck fast on his cock.

“Is this how you always apologize?” You ask after a moment, gulping air down into your bereft lungs.

“No,” he admits, laughing as he smooths hair out of his face. “But I dunno, I could make a habit of it.” You smile dopily back at him, feeling your hindbrain release it’s death-grip on your consciousness. Oh fuck.

“Shit, what time is it?” You sit up, wincing as his knot pulls at your cunt while you search for your phone. You hope you’re not late—Priscilla having to fend off Maurice twice in one day was not the fate you were hoping to leave your best friend to.

“1:45,” he answers, pointing behind you to the dash. You sigh with relief—fifteen minutes till you’ve got to be back at work. “Late for something?”

“Yeah, I’ve got to be back at 2.”

“Hmm.” You feel him roll his hips into yours experimentally, and you moan, biting your lip.

“What are you doing?”

“I think I’ve got time to apologize again, don’t you?” He puts his hands on your hips, the metal one cool against your heated flesh. Bucky grins at you lopsidedly, licking his lips. “And if you’re free for dinner later, I can apologize again then too.”

[elysianslove]

hi! may i request hcs of the haikyuu boys watching/helping their significant other workout? maybe yoga or just a regular workout? would be sweet if it was all of them but i know there are so many, so mainly kuroo, kageyama, bokuto, oikawa and nishinoya <3 thank you!!

hi anon!! i’m sorry i didn’t do all the boys, but i wrote for the specific boys you requested. if you, or anybody else, wants these hc’s for other boys i’d love to do them hehe. hope you enjoy!

kuroo tetsurō

he’s so excited as soon as you’re like “hey wanna work out together”

like his whole body freezes up and then he just

screams

if you’re already like pretty athletic, he makes everything a competition

but doesn’t actually compete

he just wants to watch you 😏

no fr he’ll be like “i bet i can do more squats than you”

and then just doesnt squat and only watches you squat

this mf 😭

he gets way too excited and puts an alarm at 4;30 am to text you/wake you up to go on a run with him

you: see that’s what we’re not gonna do

if you’re not very athletic or you’re just starting to get accustomed to working out

he is so. encouraging

like sickeningly so

tries his best not to overwhelm you and does really basic workouts with you

but also if ur laying face down on the ground crying “i dont wanna do this anymore” he will NOT have any of it

good luck unsubscribing to his services

he just wants to see you succeed 🥺 👉🏼👈🏼

cooks you the best healthy meals you dont even feel like youre missing out on anything

now

yoga

listen he’s so cheeky

he’s so mf TOUCHY

couples yoga with kuroo >>>>

it’s so funny bc this man is so strong he can do pretty much any move that requires any type of strength but pull out the flexibility card and he will pass away on the spot

he also just likes to watch you do yoga

not just bc he’s a pervert

but also bc it’s just interesting to see you in your zone

buys you yoga pants just bc <3333

“u just wanna stare at my ass”

“how dare you i would never objectify my gf”

stares at your ass <3

kageyama tobio

remember when i said kuroo would make everything a competition but wouldn’t really care

kageyama cares

he’s so annoying youre just trynna have fun working out w ur bf but here he is trynna kill u bc he’s so much better at everything

okay but if YOURE better 🤑

it pisses him off at first but then he realizes he’s pissed off bc ur so hot and make his spine tingle

work outs with him are intense as fuck

like he goes all out

but then he helps you stretch and 😏 it’s worth it

if he’s helping you workout, he’s kinda harsher than he intends to be

and when he realizes that yk maybe he’s being a lil extra

he apologizes and just asks how you wanna do it

spends the night researching hehe 

is encouraging in a demeaning way like “do you WANT to regret not working harder” ur like tobio i swear on my life i will start crying

when y’all are done he does like give u a small kiss and the sweetest smile “good work” and it makes it all the more worth it

about yoga though

when he first watched u he was horny hwbwjwks

he was like oop what is this feeling

but then it clicked lmao

avoids watching you unless you’re doing it privately so he can embarrass himself less

if you invite him to join you it’s just rigorous head shaking but he loves you sm he’ll do anything for you

he just follows your lead and is listening so attentively and is trying to mimic your movements exactly and is so awe oh my god he’s so CUTE

once ur done and ur both just laying on the ground you roll over and kind lean over him and give him a kiss “thank u for doing this with me”

“we should do it more often”

not horny just in love with you <3

bokuto kōtarō

so hyperactive good luck keeping up with him

he’s also like

built

LIKE HAVE YOU SEEN. HIM???? no way he doesnt go crazy w the work outs

if you suggest to work out together he’s so excited and he just does everything normally the way he does at 2.5x speed and you’re just like bruh 🧍🏻‍♀️ slow down

you do eventually find your own rhythm that kinda matches his own

and it’s nice to have him with you because like if you’re at a gym and ur using a device across the room from him he’ll just yell and wave at you and blow you a kiss god i love this dork

after you’re both spent you just sit on the ground across from each other stretching just talking just vibing

gives you a big smooch in between everything if he can

it becomes a really positive addition to your life ngl

if he’s helping you work out

he is actually the fkn BEST

despite him being a work out freak, he doesn’t force that on you in any way

if anything i think he’d be super gentle

so cheerful when encouraging you

and rewards you a lot

too much probably

“20 PUSHUPS BABE !!!! LETS GO MAKE OUT FOR 20 MINUTES”

he doesn’t just say it he really does mean it when he tells you he’s proud of you

loves it when you do yoga

immediately tries to join in

“oouu teach me this move” proceeds to fall on his ass <3

 t’s okay he has a lotta cushioning 😏

he always wants to try the couples yoga moves

he saves them on his phone to show you later and you cant say no bc ur already in gear and the yoga mat is on the ground hehe

(if you watch cody ko and kelsey kreppel’s couples yoga video that’s basically how it goes with you two)

^^^ in one of the moves he has to like lift you up by your arms as youre sitting down and he’s standing and he accidentally just shoves your face into his crotch

you both couldn’t stop laughing until you nearly peed and thats the beauty of love

oikawa tōru

he has to repeatedly ask you if you’re s u r e you wanna work out with him 

if you’re s u r e you can keep up

please hand his cocky ass to him <3 

if you’re athletic, prepare to have him try to one up you every time you do something 

it’s so sweet though cause he’s so determined and he’s sticking his tongue out between his lips and you’re just like baby please what is this 

tells you to lay beneath him while he does push ups so he can kiss you 

you complain about how sweaty he is but really you just want him to take his shirt off <3 

okay two important things i want to go over

one. oikawa does not know when to stop. so, honestly, you probably suggested to work out with him to keep him in check and make sure he doesn’t overwork himself 

please make him drink water and take breaks when necessary :( 

two. his knee :( he would probably need to be very careful and he’ll teach you the correct way to massage it and prep it before he does any critical work 

if you approach him one day about helping you work out cause you’re clueless — yes it will get to his head

but like ??? he’s your boyfriend??? your very athletic boyfriend??? 

who else would u ask tf 😹

anyways he makes a whole like list and shit

organizes it so well with color coding and different handwriting 

keeps you up to date with your progress and always says things like “look how well you’re doing babe!” and gives you a hugeeee hug 

now, oikawa is either weirdly flexible, or not flexible at all

we’re gonna go for the first one for this yoga hc 

joins you randomly and starts doing the poses correctly right away ur like ??? sir ??? 

distracts you. so much. 

“can i have a kiss— another one?— one more— one more babe— okay an—“ 

make out sessions ensued :)

nishinoya yū

actually i think noya would like to be in own zone kinda thing when he’s working out

probably blasting some katy perry in his ears ngl 

but when you tell him you wanna go work out with him?? 

now you’re both blasting katy perry in your ears 

stares. stares so much. provocatively. 

he’s your bf so you get it

but women have come up to you in the gym asking if you’re okay hbwjwkwe

makes you try out his routine while he tries out yours 

“wow babe this is sooo easy” he’s dying dont believe him

you guys probably have a handshake that’s so motivating to do before and after eeekkkk he probably makes you feel SO good about yourself after

takes you to eat the unhealthiest shit he can find after a workout because why not right ? chivalry? undead 😻

if you ask him for help he’ll accept right away

competes with you to help you improve 

“one day babe you’ll be beating me at these with such ease” 

he’s the loud kind of encouraging 

yells a lot

like so much 

body worship all the time <3333

“god u look SO good right now i love you so much” 

this simp i love him sm

anyways. onto yoga 

did i mention he stares 👁👁

because he does 

he already knows you do yoga and he will find out your schedule 

just. likes to watch you tbh 

if you offer to do couples yoga with him he refuses bc he likes the view where he is lmfao 

there are so many tiktoks of him just doing the dances while you calmly do yoga 

it becomes a trend lmfaowjwnsj

anyways yes best supportive bf award goes to noya (actually all of them who am i kidding)

end note; MY BEST FRIEND PAINTED AKAASHI FOR MY BDAY GIFT I STOPPED BREATHING ,,, anyways i hope y’all enjoyed this!! feel free to request some more mwah

[pink-imagines]

hand print

request: i just had an idea lmao so i read your bakugou x baker! s/o hcs and i can totally see him smacking your ass and leaving a flour handprint 😭you don't know its thwre  (continuation): oops lol i sent that before i finished it lol but imagine him not telling you its there and everyone sees it and they're like 👁👄👁

click here to read the head canons i made that inspired this

a/n: i am so rusty at writing so this turned out... well weird.

warnings: ass grabbing

masterlist

requesting rules

You hadn’t gotten a chance to bake in a while. Work always got in the way and your free time was spent relaxing from the amount of work you had. So you had done it. You had worked day in, day out to get an entire week off. Not only that, you had planned to meet up with your old school friends in the middle of that week.  Up to that day you had been making small muffins and even bread, since everyone was coming over to your place. Of course, it wasn’t only your place - you were currently living with your long time partner, Katsuki. The two of you had been a bit on and off since UA, but had finally moved in together after so long. One thing had never changed during all those years, he still loved to tease you when you baked. Baking had been your hobby since you were a kid and, instead of putting his amazing cooking skills to use and help you, he opted for standing beside you and doing everything he could to distract you. Though many would find this act annoying, you found it quite endearing. He wasn’t being mean to you, on the contrary actually. Katsuki tried to do everything he could to make you flustered, just to see how much you could take before you were bound to mess something up. This “distracting” could be anything from suddenly really wanting to dance with you to having to kiss every inch of your body for some unknown reason.

It was the day when everyone was supposed to come over and you were of course planning on making your famous macaroons. To do that you decided to get up early, since your guests would be coming over around four. This idea wasn’t something that Katsuki enjoyed. Not only did he have to spend time with a bunch of people when he could’ve just spent the day off he took with his significant other. He also had to wake up to an empty bed that morning, which according to him was entirely unacceptale. Katsuki decided what he was going to do as soon as his eyes opened to see you walk out the bedroom door what he was going to do.

“You’re wearing jeans at home?”, he questioned as soon as he walked out of the bedroom and saw you in the kitchen. “It’s just so that I don’t have to change later.”, you looked down at your black jeans, “They look okay right?” “You look great, babe... but why jeans.”, he sighed and wrapped his arms loosely around your frame. “It’s not that uncomfortable you know.”, you said and kept mixing your batter that you had prepared the night before. Katsuki’s arms stayed wrapped around you as his chest pressed up against your back. His chin later found your shoulder and placed itself there. “You didn’t have to get up now too, you took the day off.”, you smiled slightly at the memory of you having to beg him to take the day off for today. “... the bed gets too cold without you.”, he muttered. “Are you kidding me? You’re like a personal heater! How can my lack of presence make it cold?”, you chuckled, “If you mean that you missed me you could’ve just said that.” “Well, I didn’t mean that.”, he huffed and took a step away from you. “Lies.”, you teased and pointed your finger at him, “... I missed you too, either way.” You enjoyed seeing the way that his ears went slightly red at your comment. He could easily hide his facial expressions and even the blush on his cheeks, but his ears always went red when he was flustered. “It’s nice to have a week off so that I can spend all the time I can with you.”, you admitted and went back to your baking.

When you had almost finished the macaroons the guests were supposed to arrive in half an hour. Katsuki had been cleaning around the house, all whilst insisting that he really didn’t care if the guests found the apartment messy. However, when you were putting together the finishing the last few heartshaped macaroons before you could put them in the oven he had just gotten out of the shower.  “Katsuki, could you help me put some powdered sugar on the cake I made yesterday?”, you asked him. “You know, you really do too much sometimes.”, he commented whilst getting the powdered sugar out of the cupboard. “I like baking, otherwise I wouldn’t do this.”, you explained. “Jeez this shit really sticks to you easily.”, he said as he opened the packet. “Yeah, be careful you won’t ever get it off that t-shirt - especially since it’s a dark color.” If you had turned around at that moment you would’ve seen the gears in Katsuki’s head turning as you said that - but alas, you were left unaware of his newly found idea. Once he had finished decorating the cake he set the plan into work. “Hey baby...”, he said sweetly and wrapped his arms around you from behind once again, “... you know they won’t be here for a while...” “No, Katsuki.”, you said sternly. “Please, baby?”, he asked and placed a few soft kisses against your neck. “... I know what you-... don’t try me, Bakugo Katsuki.”, you stammered out as your face started getting more and more red. “You’re really cute when you get so flustered over the smallest things.”, he smiled and pressed a kiss to your cheek. As he walked away from you he smacked your ass and you let out a yelp in surprise. “Hey! You ruined this one!”, you pointed to the now ruined macaroon. “All the other ones are perfect, honey.”, he assured you with a grin. You huffed and returned to your baking, unaware of the powdered sugar print, in the form of a hand, on your pants.

When the first guests arrived you were still finishing up putting your pastries on plates, so you asked Katsuki to welcome them. Once you were finished with the last plate you carried them out to the kitchen table where some people were already seated, talking, while a few others were walking around, looking at your decour. “That looks amazing, Y/N!”, Uraraka complimented as she sat down. “Thank you, I haven’t been out of the kitchen since my break started.”, you smiled, “It’s nice to bake stuff again.” “Do you need any help taking out the rest of the plates?”, Katsuki asked, already walking past you towards the kitchen. “Yeah sure there are a few left.”, you turned around and were about to start walking when someone gasped. “Is that a handprint?”, Mina asked and hurridely walked towards you. “Huh?”, you tried turning to her but she kept you still. “That’s way to big to be your hand...”, she commented. “I don’t see the big deal...”, Shoto said from across the room. “Clearly, Mina is insinuating that someone grabbed Y/N’s bottom.”, Iida explained. “Don’t say bottom, Iida.”, Kaminari groaned. “I’m putting my detective spectacles on!”, Mina pretended to put on glasses, as Katsuki walked back into the room.  You were stood there, frozen, while looking at your boyfriend with an angry look. Of course he would do such a thing! While everyone looked at Katsuki putting down the plates, Mina had little to no patience. As soon as the plates were on the table she grabbed Katsuki’s arm. “Oi! Watch it, pinky!”, he exclaimed. “Just lemme borrow your hand real quick!”, she argued back. An annoyed sigh escaped your lips but before you could speak you felt a hand carress your ass, again. Mina had pressed Katsuki’s hand on the handprint to see if it would match. And of course it matched! It was his! As if the man you had decided to live with couldn’t annoy you more he decided to gently squeeze. “Hey!”, you yelped and turned around. “It was him!”, Mina revelled in her findings. “Yeah, who else would it even be dumbass?”, Katsuki scoffed and went to sit down when someone grabbed his arm again, “What?!” “... Katsuki...”, your grip tightened around his bicep, “You did this?” He gulped.

Let’s just say... he might be one of the best heroes in the country, but he’ll never stop being scared of you when you’re angry.

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[burnedbyshoto]

Under the Mistletoe

pairing: todoroki shouto x fem!reader

warning: smut, cursing, fluff

word count: 8,467

a/n: I didn’t want to edit this last night so lmao... sorry!!!!! anyways, this is super cute and yall should like.....read it :D

Synopsis: The mistletoe tradition is known by all, and if used correctly it can end in a sweet moment. Too bad Todoroki Shouto believes that people fuck under the mistletoe and not kiss under it.

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“So you’re telling me that when two people meet under a mistletoe they have to...” Shouto trails off as he looks at the green plant nestled in between his fingers. “They have to—”

“They have to fuck, yes,” Kaminari nods his head. 

His arms are crossed over his chest, his eyes closed as he nods. His words, of course, are a flat out lie, but to Todoroki Shouto it seems as if his friend is speaking the truth. “It’s why it was never put up during our Christmas celebrations at school! With some of you guys not turning eighteen until after Christmas and all. That could have turned out to be child porn or something!”

“I haven’t had sex though,” Shouto huffs as he throws the mistletoe towards the blond who yells as it hits his head. “I don’t think I want to be caught underneath it. Didn’t Mineta wear a hat with it attached to it last week though?”

“Yeah, but that’s the only way Mineta can get girls, plus didn’t you see how the girls avoided him like the plague?” Sero pipes in, a large grin on his face as he takes the mistletoe and throws it above Kaminari’s head.

Shouto, however, sees this as a substantial poof.

“Bro, are you telling me you wanna fuck?” Kaminari winks as he looks up at the mistletoe.

“No, I just don’t think you’ll ever get to smash without this either!” Sero laughs as Kaminari slaps the mistletoe from Sero’s grasp.

“Would you fucking bastards GET OFF YOUR ASSES and come fucking help out?!” Bakugou roars as he enters the living room where the three men were sitting around.

Shouto stands up first, his eyes looking at the mistletoe that lays innocently on the floor. White people were pretty weird for starting that tradition.

Of course, it wasn’t to say that Shouto didn’t want to meet anyone under the mistletoe! Had it been a tradition where he would get to kiss someone it would be different, but fucking? Having sex only because you were caught under a plant was a bit too much.

“Todoroki-kun, are you okay?” Midoriya asked as he walked while hold two tables to put up for the dinner. The boys of the since graduated class 1-A were in charge of hosting the first annual Christmas party. Of course on because Iida volunteered them all.

Shouto nodded his head as he smiled strained, “I’m going to be avoiding the mistletoe all night.”

Midoriya looked at the fallen plant as he quirked an eyebrow, “Really? I thought it could be a great idea to get— mmph?!”

Shouto’s eyes widened as he saw Kaminari, Sero, and Kirishima covering the One for All user’s mouth. They began dragging him away, their mouths at his ear as they whispered at him.

“Todoroki-kun, Kirishima-kun!” Iida yelled as he brisked over with red cloth in his hands, “I need your help in spreading snow out in front of the house! It hasn’t snowed enough yet!”

“Iida, what do you think about mistletoe?” Shouto asks as Kirishima jogs over to them.

“It’s a weird tradition,” Iida admits as he rubs the back of his neck. “But there’s too much to do, and the girls will be here within an hour!”

“Don’t worry bro,” Kirishima laughs as he slings an arm around Shouto’s shoulder. “Just avoid the mistletoe! Unless... you want us to send y/l/n-chan your way!”

Shouto couldn’t hide the flush the built on his cheeks at those words. The joyous laughter of Kirishima’s teasing didn’t help either.

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Shouto stared at himself in the mirror.

Iida had insisted on formal wear tonight. He believed their first Christmas celebration outside of U.A. was a cause to ditch the Santa gear. It was definitely weird celebrating Christmas with his friends and not wearing the Santa suits.

But Shouto chose a dark navy blue suit, a white button-up, and a slim black tie. His fingers buttoned one of the buttons on his jacket before putting in silver cuff links. He was ready.

Stepping out of the bathroom, Shouto placed his clothes into the designated room. It seemed, however, that he was the last one ready as everyone else was sitting at the grand table. It had been beautifully prepared by Sato and Tokoyami. The aroma of the cooking food filled the air causing Shouto to sigh, he was quite hungry.

“Bakugou, where’s the mistletoe?” Shouto asked his ash-blond friend who was walking around with his hands shoved into his pockets. Shouto watched as Bakugou groaned as he whipped around towards him.

“What makes you think I would fucking know, hah?” Bakugou grunts as he rolls his eyes. “It’s hidden for a goddamn reason, you’re not supposed to know!”

“Would you help me look for it?” Shouto asks as he rubs the back of his neck.

“HAH?! Why the hell would I look for it with YOU, half and half bastard?! Are you trying to—?” Bakugou’s mouth was then taped shut. Shouto watched on in confusion as the ash blond’s attention was stolen by Sero; who was now running away in his white tux from the storming blond.

“Why aren’t they just being bizarre!” Aoyama dramatized from Shouto’s left. Glancing over, Shouto chuckled at his friend dressed in a literal suit of armor that was blinding to the eye. “Now, are you confessing your feelings to Mademoiselle y/n? Christmas is the most romantic time to do so!”

Before Shouto could speak to the smirking blond, Iida bursts into the dining area with coats in his arms.

“The ladies have arrived!” He announced.

Shouto watched as six girls entered the room talking amongst themselves.

They all wore Christmas appropriate formal dresses, and yet his heart fell as he was quick to see that you weren’t there.

Where were you?

✩✶✩❇✩✶✩

“I know I’m very late!” You exclaim into your phone as you struggle to shove the dark red evening dress over your body.

You weren’t supposed to have stayed as late at work as you did.

Missing the bullet train back to your apartment, you had completely missed the preparation for the party. Lucky for you, your neighbor had a useful quirk that let him do makeup and hair in ten minutes. So after offering him your soul (a promised meeting from his favorite Pro Hero Froppy), he agreed to do it.

The formal wear, however, was a bit too much in your opinion.

One month ago Iida had sent out appropriate outfits to gather ideas of what to wear for today. To put it simply he wanted a full-blown ball gown for a party for twenty-one of you.

So there you sat in your room, pulling the dark red dress into place. It had a semi sweetheart neckline, the bodice was made of soft velvet, and the skirt was multiple layers of red lace. Overall it was cute and simple. Slipping on your white heels you grabbed your coat and presents for your friends. Placing your phone to your ear you raced out to where the taxi was waiting for you.

“Iida won’t let anyone eat until you’re here! And I’m positive Bakugou is going to kill Midoriya out of a hangry fit if you don’t get here quick!” Mina once again tells you as you give the taxi driver the address.

“It’s not my fault villains decided to be villains where I work! Had it been my decision I would’ve been there with you guys! Plus it’s starting to snow,” you sigh as you pinch the bridge of your nose. “Tell Iida you guys can start eating, I’m not offended!”

“Girl, I told him that one hour ago, and again right before I called. Trust me, we’re not touching the food until you’re here!”

“Wow, you didn’t even want to wait for me?” You tease as you watch as the taxi drives into familiar areas.

“You know I’m teasing, besides loverboy here won’t let anyone eat until you get here too~!” Mina giggles in her sing-song tone.

“Don’t call Shouto that!” You groan as you try to calm your flaring cheeks. “We’re friends!”

“Friends who have the sexual tension that brings god to her knees! And the romantic chemistry that makes the cutest couple tremble in jealousy!” Mina exclaims. “Don’t worry, we saved you the seat right between him and me!”

“Mina!”

“Oh, gotta go! Bakugou AND your precious Shouto~ are demanding an update, see ya soon cutie!”

“Mina—”

The line went dead as you puffed out your cheeks.

Sometimes Mina was too slippery for her own good.

The rest of the taxi drive was quiet. Your taxi driver most likely wanting to get you out as soon as possible to go home themselves. Your eyes focused down at your cellphone that was getting text messages demanding your location.

Most of which was spam from Kaminari and Uraraka who seemed to be the most starving. Sighing, you shared your location with the class’s group chat for the next twenty-four hours. So they could track you for the next few minutes it would take for you to get there.

kaminari: i dont think ive ever been this excited to see y/n in my life… ever… and im 98% sure i had a crush on her 0.0

you: omg i told you guys you could EAT stop HARASSING ME

sero: tru lets blame iida

iida: You all would have been very upset had we eaten without you! Besides, this is our family so we have to wait, it’s only polite. - Iida Tenya

mina: …

you: …

midoriya: …

kirishima: i thought someone ingrained it into iida that he doesnt have to text… like that…

momo: I believe it is okay, Iida-san! It is confusing to know who’s texting on this chat! Sincerly, Yaoyorozu Momo

bakugou: hurry the FUCK UP Y/N

you: id rather die

“We’re here,” the driver sighs as they turn around. “That’ll be 2,000 yen.”

You smile in gratefulness as you pull out two 2,000 yen. “It’s a tip for working on a holiday, thank you!”

“Happy holidays.”

“To you as well!”

You stepped out of the car and closed the door behind you. Your eyes fluttering as you watch the snow fall in front of you. A shiver runs through your spine as you pull your coat tighter around yourself. Holding the presents closer to you, you walk down to the front door. You take notice of the heaps of snow in front of the lawn and grin. Although you had no evidence, you bet Iida made Shouto and Kirishima create snow unknowing that it was going to snow this much.

Opening the grand door, warmth and the waft of cooking food invaded your senses. Removing your coat, you heard chairs scraping against the floor as a small mob of people raced to greet you.

“Merry Christmas!”

“Season greetings!”

“I’m so fucking hungry, thank Santa you’re here!”

“Move bitches I get the first hug!”

“Let me grab her coat first!”

It had been a while since you had last seen everyone. But in this moshpit of who you would consider being among your best friends, it warmed your heart. “Thank you, Iida,” you smile as he nodded in response.

“You followed the guidelines quite well, you look great!” Iida compliments as he turns to put your coat away.

“Of course she looks great, we all went out together to a dress shop!” Jirou sighs as she pulls you into a hug.

You greeted everyone, hugging them all as you went until you finally found the one person you wanted to see. His hair styled slicked back and his hands rested in his pockets as he smiled at you. Your face felt like it was heating up as you stepped closer to him.

“Merry Christmas, Shouto,” you smile as the dual-colored man smiles at you. You pull him into a hug.

“Merry Christmas, y/n,” he mumbles into your hair. “I’ll take those from you?” Shouto offers as he grabs the bag with the presents.

“Thank you,” you say letting go of the bag.

Shouto nodded as he turns on his heel to put the presents away.

“TIME TO EAT!” Kirishima and Kaminari roar as everyone starts making their way back to the dining table.

“Just to let you know, there is a mistletoe somewhere here, in case you want to make a move,” Mina whispers in your ear.

Oh, this dinner seemed like it was going to get increasingly harder to stay composed.

xxx

“It’s present opening time!” Iida exclaims as he ushers the class into the living room where the tree and presents resided. “Please have a seat, Yaomomo and I have organized the different piles for everyone! Until you have been seated will you receive your pile!”

You were talking with Tsuyu as you entered the living room. Your eyes shining as you took in a beautifully decorated living room.

“You boys did an amazing job at decorating!” You exclaim as you grin, the night had been going perfectly so far.

Dinner had been lively and hilarious. Old banter and topics bleed into the night’s conversation made your heart ache for the old days. It seemed so long ago when you spent every day for three years with these guys. You missed it.

With Mina at your left who discussed her new fighting style. Shouto at your right who talked about his life at home. His family had finally was becoming something he loved completely. While you two had late night discussions talking about it no one else knew about it. It was invigorating to see Shouto grin and laugh in conversations. His old dense self was still ingrained in him yet he’s grown so much since his fifteenth year. You were proud of him.

You watched as Tsuyu took a seat on the couch, her eyes trained on you as she spoke. You moved to sit next to her until something shoved you to the side.

“Oh, that’s my seat!” Mina exclaimed as she sat next to Tsuyu, her smile large as your eyebrow rose. “There’s more, don’t worry!”

You turned around and saw a seat near Midoriya who was near Tsuyu. It seemed you could continue your conversation about her position as a Hero Commander. Midoriya would like that conversation as well.

“That’s my spot!” Uraraka shouts as you were about to sit down. You sighed as you stood back up, your eyes raking the couches for a place to sit.

“There’s a spot by Todoroki-kun,” Midoriya said pointing at Shouto. Shouto was sitting on a seat that was a bit too large for one person, but too small for two.

“Thanks,” you smile as you walk over to Shouto. “You mind if I squeeze in next to you?”

Shouto looks at you, his eyes intense as he shakes his head, “No, go ahead and sit.”

You sat at his left with a grin. Your body pressing into his left arm as he concentrated on Iida, and with a nudge, you captured his attention. “I hope you like the gift I bought for you,” you whisper as Iida begins handing out the piles of gifts to each person. Ojiro helping as they were big.

“I don’t think I could hate anything you could give me,” Shouto whispers back as he grabs his pile from Iida.

“Random panties I find on patrol?”

“I’d be honored you thought of me.”

“That’s so gross, Shouto,” you laugh as you take your own pile from Ojiro.

“You’re the one touching random panties from the streets of Japan!” Shouto retorts as he helps you settle your pile onto the floor.

“Touche, Shouto,” you grin as you shove him with your shoulder, “touche.”

“Because it is Uraraka-kun’s birthday coming up, she should go first!” Iida suggests and everyone agrees.

“Oh, I need to tell you something,” Shouto whispers as you cheer on Uraraka who is lifting a gift over her head.

“What is it?” You ask turning your head towards him.

“You look beautiful tonight,” he whispers before focusing back in onto Uraraka. She lifts out multiple bags of strawberry mochi with a triumphant scream.

“You look handsome tonight, too.”

It doesn’t take long before presents are being opened and you’re feeling content pressed into Shouto’s side.

From Aoyama, you got a crystal mirror that sparkled in the light. The poem about the North Star engraved into the back of the mirror.

From Mina, you got workout clothes specific to a dance class you and the girls were planning on attending together. They were in your favorite color and came with a jacket with your name stitched into it.

From Tsuyu, you got a plushie. It was of your favorite animal and held lots of tiny little snacks that you could carry during a patrol.

From Iida, he presented you with a pair of exercise shoes you had been needing for a while. After all, sparring with Bakugou and Midoriya left your old ones disintegrated.

From Uraraka, she bought you a charm bracelet that had two charms on it already. One of the U.A. building and another of a small group of girls.

Ojiro gave you got a new winter coat. It was white, waterproof and insulated. Your jaw on the ground as you tried it on because it made you look like a marshmallow and you adored that.

Kaminari gave you got his mixtape. On the cassette were a bunch of Kaminari originals he had been promising you for years now, and now you had a copy. That and a gift card to your favorite restaurant.

Kirishima gave you a new ankle and wrist weights. Something to help with your manly journey to becoming the best hero!

Koda bashfully announced that you were getting an all-inclusive trip to an animal and tea shop. Something he gifted everyone in the class, and an event you girls were quick to plan.

Sato gave you a free pass to let him bake you anything you wanted. Another gift given to all the girls, and another gift you girls were excited to use.

Shoji had gifted you a massage gun. Something you had enveloped him in a hug for minutes afterward because it was something you had been meaning to buy.

Jirou’s gift was in a white envelope, two VIP tickets to your favorite band. A very discounted item because her parents knew them and the fact that she was a Pro Hero too.

Sero’s gift was something that made you laugh, it was a high-quality blanket. Soft to the touch, with the ability to keep you warm in a blizzard! It had a class picture printed on it photoshopped with Kaminari’s wheey face onto everyone’s picture.

Tokoyami gave you a picture album with the class’s best memories. It also had many more blank pages for your own pictures.

Hagakure bought you a new set of makeup and brushes. Brushes that you had been eyeing the time you two had gone shopping together too!

Bakugou bought you a new outfit. It was definitely an outfit for warmer weather, and he got annoyed when you went to hug him.

Midoriya made you a present. It was two notebooks full of analysis and suggestions that you had asked for when sparring. You wanted to continue improving and Midoriya was definitely going to help you.

Mineta bought you a gift card to use at a local lingerie store. On the one hand, it had a lot of money on it, on the other hand, you wanted to destroy it.

Momo blushed as she stood up, her grin wide as she looked at everyone. She apologized about being able to properly buy everyone an honest gift as she had been busy these past few months. Nut she promised she made up for it. She had paid off everyone’s apartment/house rent or price. Or in Iida’s and Shouto’s case their groceries for four months.

“This is for you,” Shouto whispered as he handed you a thin rectangular box. “I didn’t want it getting smashed so, I held onto it. I didn’t forget to give you a gift.”

Your eyes focused on the gift that was wrapped in red and silver wrapping paper. Your fingers gently taking it from him as you nodded. Shouto had been giving everyone else gifts with things that reminded him of them. It had some of the most hilarious items to date. But the box told you nothing, no hint, no clue. The attention of the group was on Aoyama who was modeling the new outfits that were gifted to him.

His eyes bore into you as you opened the gift, your eyes widening as you opened the box. “Shouto…” you trailed off as you looked down at the simple yet gorgeous necklace that lay in the box. It had a single diamond on it, yet you knew that it was more expensive than anything you’ve ever bought in your life. “W-What?”

Shouto remained silent as he gently pulled the necklace from the box, he asked you wordlessly to turn around so that he could place it on you. You complied as you shifted in the seat.

“I promise I looked everywhere else for you before choosing this!” Shouto admits as his warm fingers push your hair to the side. The cold chain presses into your skin as you look down at the jewel. “But no matter what I looked at, this was the only thing I liked for you. So, no, I don’t regret or worry about buying you this because I know it was meant to be yours.” His breath teased your exposed skin and it took everything within you not to melt as he fixed your hair.

Not knowing how to thank him, you pulled him into a tight hug, your arms holding him near as he returned the hug. Your lips pressed gently against his cheek, “Thank you, Shouto.”

You pull away and look back to your friends who were still focused on Aoyama who did a spin. Your fingers grazed the shiny jewel, and you lay your head against his shoulder as you consume the fashion show laid out for you.

Xxx

“You’re confessing to him, right?!” Mina hisses as the girls called an impromptu meeting seconds before you were "about to kiss Shouto" on the couch.

“Mina-san, she was about to kiss Todoroki-san right before you ripped her from his grasp!” Momo sighed as gave you an apologetic smile.

“Y/n has liked him since high school! Her first kiss with Todoroki-kun is not going to be while Bakugou is modeling his clothes!” Hagakure defended Mina as she crossed her arms.

“First off, I was not going to kiss him,” you defend yourself as you point a sweeping finger at your friends. “I was going in to get lint in his hair!”

“There wasn’t lint in his hair,” Tsuyu chimed in to which everyone agreed.

“Leave her alone!" Jirou waves her hands, to which you thank her. "She was going to take the lint out with her teeth! To show him what that mouth do!”

Jirou snorts as you shove her.

“Do you see that rock on her neck?! You know she’s not gonna show him only what that mouth do, but also what her—!” Uraraka snickers as she was interrupted by the kitchen door opening.

“Y/n?” Shouto asks, his eyes wide as he sees that you’re flustered and pointing your fingers at them all. “Um… I was wondering if we could talk?”

“Right now?” You squeak as you smooth over your dress. “Of course right now, um, yes let’s go!” You declare, glaring at your friends as you walk towards Shouto. Grabbing his hand and dragging him out of the kitchen the door closing behind you.

“They put up the mistletoe outside right?” Momo whispers as she looks at Jirou who gives a thumbs up.

“Yes, Kaminari said they convinced Todoroki to talk with y/n outside.”

“Does… does Todoroki-kun even know what to do under the mistletoe?” Uraraka asks as she realizes her sheltered friend was still learning new things to this day.

“The boys must’ve explained it to him,” Hagakure insists as she nods. “You can’t fuck up explaining that you kiss someone under the mistletoe. Besides, they want them to get together too!”

Xxx

“Fuck, it’s cold,” you shiver as you wrap your jacket around you.

“Sorry,” Shouto apologizes as he grabs your hands in his. Heat immediately spreads through your skin. He was warming you up, the cold winter air is ignorable, as you and Shouto walk towards the edge of the porch. “There wasn’t any room in there that was private enough, and I needed to talk to you about something important.”

“Oof, don’t tell me you meant to give this necklace to some other girl named y/n,” you tease as you rest your back against the snow-covered railings. “If so, I’m going to need to fight both you and her for it.”

“No, no,” Shouto chuckles as his thumb rubs smooth circles into your skin. “But it is about the necklace.”

You nod your head as you squeeze his hand reassuringly, “What about it?”

“It’s not… too forward is it?” Shouto asks as he takes his right hand to brush your hair from your face. “If you think it’s too much I can take you to return it for something else you’d like.”

The worry and concern that are heavily etched into his face make you laugh softly as you shake your head. “Even though I can’t give you something as great in return, I wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world.”

“What do you mean? I liked your gift.”

“Shouto, it was a two paid in full all you can eat meals at that soba joint you love, of course, you were going to like it!” You tease as you think back to the hole in the wall you had introduced Shouto to a few months ago.

“Yes, I have to starve for a week to make the most of your gift,” he teases and you snort as you shove him. Your eyes roll as you focus your attention back onto him.

Wait, what was that?

Your eyes flew back up to the ceiling as you saw the powdered with snow mistletoe hanging from the ceiling. Your jaw dropped as your heart rate spiked. The hands that were in Shouto’s felt sweaty as you ripped your hands from his.

“What’s wrong?” Shouto asks as he follows your gaze up to the ceiling.

“Mistletoe,” you breathe as your eyes widen. This screamed like a setup to you, but how could the girls know the two of you would have made your way out here?!

“Oh.” Shouto’s voice nearly squeaked.

“You don’t have to—”

“I want to,” Shouto whispers, his cheeks glowing in embarrassment or from the cold, you had no idea at this point. “If you’re okay with it, um... I’ve never done this before.”

You lick your lips in anticipation and the feeling that Shouto wants to kiss you back. Your heart hammers in your ears as you smile. “It’s okay, I have,” you laugh gently.

“... you have?”

“Yeah!”

“O-oh…”

“It’s okay, it’s something I try not to remember,” you input as you shake your hands. His disappointed, flustered, and jealous aura screaming at you as you cup his cheeks. “You’re the one I wanted to meet under the mistletoe anyways.”

His hands slip through your jacket, holding your waist in his grasp as he lets out a shaky breath. Shouto’s eyes rise to lock on yours finally, and you nod at him.

“Wait you want to do this outside?” Shouto whispers as you near him.

“You’re supposed to do it under the mistletoe,” you mumble as your lips connect with his. Your lips end all arguments that he has as Shouto stills.

The kiss was slow, your eyes closed as you gently coaxed his stiff lips to move with yours. Shouto moved with you smoothly, the kiss gently growing in passion as he pulled you in closer. The kiss burns you as your lips languidly move against each other. Your hands moving from his cheeks to tangling into his gelled hair.

It was perfect, and you found yourself pulling away, ready to confess your feelings for him. But Shouto didn’t seem to be on the same page as his lips pressed against your throat. The feeling of his heated and soft lips against your colder skin made you suck in a sharp breath of air. Your head tilting backward as he peppered clumsy yet attentive kisses against your skin.

“S-Shouto,” you moaned as your fingers grabbed onto the collar of his jacket. This wasn’t what you were expecting from him. Nor was it something you believed to come from a visit under the mistletoe. Your peaked breaths soon calmed, they smoothed into soft and shaky moans as his teeth teased your sensitive skin.

Shudders flew through your body as his tongue caressed your skin. your mind was sinking into a sinking pit that is until he trailed his tongue to the cleavage of your breasts.

“Shouto!” You squeak as you shove his jaw up, his eyes locking on yours confused and drowning with lust.

“What’s wrong, love?” Shouto asks as a strand of hair falls into his eyes. “Did I do something wrong?”

“Is this how you meet everyone under the mistletoe?” You pant as your mind is racing too many thoughts a second, you can’t keep up as there is a heat building in you. A heat that begged you to get over your shyness and just let him kiss you in such a lewd way. But this wasn’t Shouto, it couldn’t be.

“I’ve never been under a mistletoe before,” Shouto mumbles as his lips press together. In this brief hesitation, it seems that he remembers something. “Who have you… met under the mistletoe…”

Your face warms as you sigh, it wasn’t a memory you much enjoyed.

“It was Bakugou, but only because the damn store owners were so insistent on it!”

This confession made Shouto still. His eyes turning a near black with emotions you hadn’t seen on his face in quite a while.

“Shouto? Are you okay--mmph?!”

His lips were back over yours immediately. His bruised lips fervently danced against yours as he held his right hand to the back of your neck and the other firmly onto the small of your back. His kiss was demanding, sultry, and overwhelming.

Your questions of his emotions out of your mind as your ass hit the porch railing. The cold snow burning through your dress made you cry out, and Shouto’s tongue presses into your mouth. Your back arches as his left-hand leaves your body. It slams against the railing and the snow melts, and the tongue in your mouth warms you as you shudder in his hold.

Not wanting to be manipulated like this, you ignore how your body feels like it’s melting in his hold. Your mouth suckles onto his tongue. Your hands fist into his hair, making him moan into your mouth as you tug on it sharply.

You can feel the falling snow hitting your cheeks, but your body temperature has spiked so high that it melts before it can make complete contact.

Ripping your mouth from his, your lips trail down his neck, nipping and sucking hickies onto his pale skin. The harsh pants that escaped his mouth and the shaking of his form further incited you as your painted lips met the collar of his shirt.

“Should we go back to my place?” You ask as you pull away, your hands fisting around his tie as you look into his lust-fueled eyes.

“I thought you said we had to do it under the mistletoe?” Shouto questions, his upper lip in almost a sneer as he uses your hands to loosen his tie. Your eyes widened as he stripped off his jacket. He placed it onto the railing that was turning the snow into steam whenever it made contact. “Did you take Bakugou home after finding yourself under the mistletoe with him?”

The words were a near snarl, his eyes angry, his face jealous.

Some part of you wanted to utilize this. You wanted to use this surplus of emotion Shouto was emitting to get him to fuck you against this railing. Another part of you, a louder part of you, demanded to know what was wrong.

“Why would I bring Bakugou home?” You ask as you take Shouto’s flushed cheeks in your hands. “It’s mistletoe, not a porno.”

Shouto blinks once, twice, thrice.

“W-What?”

“Mistletoe, not porno,” you repeat confused. “Shouto, you’re supposed to kiss under the mistletoe.”

It’s then that Shouto’s body freezes. His eyes widening as he stares at you.

His face flushed, lips were swollen from kissing, and hair messy.

“You’re… you’re not supposed to fuck?” He asks, his voice barely above a whisper as he shakes his head.

The small sentence causes your heart to beat wildly as you stare at him, your hands moving from his cheeks to your mouth. “NO!” You squeak as Shouto takes a step back from you, his head dropping.

Coldness envelopes you as Shouto nods his head, “I’m sorry for forcing myself on you, y/n. I… I should go.”

You watch as Shouto turns on his heel, his back stiff as he walks towards the door.

Everything in you screams at you to make him stop, pleading that you pull him back and say you’ll still fuck him. The kissing itself had ignited a fire within you. And there was nothing else you wanted but Shouto to subside the need and desire that had built within you.

“I like you,” you reel as you find yourself taking several steps forward as Shouto’s hand touches the door handle. “I have feelings for you, and when I found out that I could kiss you tonight I took the chance! I know you might be feeling a whole bunch of different emotions that I can’t list. But I want to let you know that I wasn’t letting you do that because of the mistletoe, Shouto! I genuinely really like you and I was going to let you fuck me against the porch railing I was that ready.”

Shouto is frozen at the door, his back tense as his hand drops. You watch in what feels like slow motion as he turns around, his eyes locking on yours. It clicks, his confession is silent as he walks back towards you.

The world has gone silent as Shouto cuts the distance between the two of you before you could react. His mouth pressing against yours as you’re sent walking backward. Your hands grasping his biceps as you’re pressed against a familiar railing.

“I like you,” Shouto gasps against your lips. “Fuck, y/n, I like you so much.”

You don’t answer him as you instead sink your teeth into his lower lip, a groan leaving his mouth as you pull away. His eyes flash dangerously, something new stirring within him as your lips come crashing together again. In a tangle of lips and tongue, his hands leave your waist and grab your ass through the fabric of the dress. The cold is ignorable and the jacket around you is making you sweat as you moan into the kiss.

The melodious sound escaping your mouth stirs Shouto on and his leg slips between your thighs as you arch into him. His leg presses indescribably into your crotch, so you do what you must and grind your hips against his leg.

The grip on your ass tightens as Shouto begins to guide your hips into wide circles against his leg. The grinding pleasures you. The slowly building pressure overwhelming you as you whine against his mouth. His name escapes your mouth like a prayer, soft and hopeful as your mouth suckles against his tongue.

“It’s too hot,” you whimper as you pull away, Shouto trying to follow you with his mouth as you tilt your head. His wandering lips press against your neck and you sigh as you shift to take off the jacket.

“You’re going to get sick,” Shouto warns. His hands leave your rotating ass as he tries to slip the coat back over your shoulders.

Taking his hands and instead press them onto your breasts. As his eyes shifted to your breasts, you dropped your coat to the floor and you stare at him with a growing smirk. “Then you better fuck the cold away.”

His eyes take you in and he slowly nods, his hands groping your breasts as he growls in response, “Don’t think I won’t.”

“Big words for a virgin,” you moan as warmth spreads throughout your body.

“Those are fighting words for someone who’s at my mercy,” Shouto snaps as he pinches your side.

A pained moan escapes your lips as Shouto’s teeth sink back onto your neck. His tongue then lashing out to smooth the wound that was left in its place. He continues to mark your neck as your gasping praises and grinding hips gives him the confidence to continue. His touch is intoxicating and you find yourself whining for more, begging that he do more. Finally, with a deep chuckle, Shouto pulls away from your neck, his lips red and raw.

His eyes trace your body as his hand’s trail from your breasts back onto your ass. Your eyes widen as he picks you up as if you weigh nothing, his hands massaging your flesh as he places you onto the rail. A low sigh escapes your lips at the feeling of the warm wood underneath you.

Your chest heaves with your quickening breathing as you see that this position gives Shouto the perfect entrance to fuck you out here.

There wasn’t much you could do outside. With snow blanketing the world, your friends indoor, and both you and Shouto craving the other there was only so much you could do. Fully expecting Shouto to start unbuckling his pants, your eyes shot open as he lifted the skirt of your dress. His heated fingers trailing up your cool flesh.

Trembling you watched as his fingers reached your panties. His finger stroking your folds as your hands held tightly onto his shoulder. Your pussy aches for more. Your panties soaked from the thigh riding and the being so overwhelmed with emotions for Shouto.

You can do nothing as you feel your panties being peeled from your skin. The soft fabric trailing down your legs and you watch as Shouto looks at them before pocketing them. A smirk overcomes his facial features as you watch him. He takes your wrists in his right hand and moves them behind your back. Your eyes widen as a familiar sound hits your ears.

“I might be a virgin, but I’m not a prude,” he whispers into your ear as cold ice encloses your wrists. “You have only a few minutes to get yourself to cum against my fingers, or else… well, I don’t want to find out.”

Unintentionally, you whimper in both pleasure and pain as the coldness seeps through your skin and your pussy throbs at the threat. Should you heed his command or make him recant. As you contemplate that, you rub your legs together. The slickness of your essence much more noticeable without the fabric in place, and you moan.

Shouto smirks as he looks at your moving legs, and he takes his left hand to trace your inner thigh, teasingly, barely touching your skin. Your eyes flutter as they brush against your slit right before he plunges two fingers into your wet heat. Cursing his name, your walls tremble against him as you press your forehead onto his shoulder. His fingers are warm, but your heat is even warmer.

“Is something wrong?” He feigns innocence as his fingers curl against your wall. They circle within your cunt as you whimper lewdly.

“N-No!” You stammer. The freezing sensation of the ice is almost ignorable with his fingers beginning to push within you. He nods as he begins to move his fingers slowly. Your body squirms in his hold as he increases his speed. Soon his fingers pump within you at unimaginable speeds, your head throwing backward at the pleasure. Your hips find themselves bucking against his fingers as you mewl.

The ice begins to burn as his thumb brushes against your clit.

Your eyes clench close as you surge forward. Your lips pressing against his as you attempt to stop your loud moans. Shouto swallows your moans as he continues to pound his fingers in you. A third one soon entering as his thumb flicks against your clit.

So close, you’re so fucking close.

You can feel the pressure building in you, the coil tightening as you cry out his name, pleading for him to make you cum. Shouto muses at your desperation but does not relieve you of your desires as his fingers leave your cunt. You cry at the expulsion, your pussy craving for him to reenter your needy cunt.

Instead, your wrists are set free from their icy cage. Your skin feels like its burning as Shouto places his fingers into his mouth. He's licking your essence off his skin and you whine at the visual.

“I decided that I want you to come around my cock instead,” Shouto chuckles as you glare at him.

“You’re a dick,” you whine as you watch as Shouto loosens his tie after removing his jacket.

“You’re the greedy one who wanted to fuck right here,” Shouto hums as he unbuckles his belt. You stare at him feeling your pussy throb at the impending sex.

Your eyes fall onto his cock as his pants bunch at his knees, and your mouth dries at the sight of him. Eight inches and thick, his hand fists against his length, low grunts escaping his mouth as he steps near to you.

“Are you okay with this?” Shouto asks as the head of his cock brushes against your wet folds.

You nod your head as you shudder at the sensations that run through your veins, “Yes, are you?”

He nods too as he grunts softly. He begins to grind his cock against your folds. The increased pressure than what he was doing before makes you moan as he coats himself with your juices. Your hands hold onto his biceps as he continues to move his cock between your folds. teasing your clit instead of penetrating you and you whine in protest. The stimulation of your clit appreciated but you wanted him to fill you up.

“Will you just fuck me already?!” You rasp as you pathetically circle your hips against his length.

Shouto chuckles as he locks eyes with you, “Maybe.”

Your mouth opens to argue, but you’re cut off by him pushing himself into your needy pussy without warning. His length barely fits entirely within you, and his girth causes your head to spin as he stretches you out. “FUCK!” You hiss as your head presses into his collarbone.

“Shit, shit, shit,” Shouto shudders as your walls spasm against him, overloading him with sensations as he tries to calm himself. “Y-You’re so fucking tight.”

“Move, Shouto,” you beg eagerly needing more friction from him. “Please fucking move.”

With a grunt of confirmation, Shouto rolls his hips. You curse as his hips move outward before bottoming back into you. Your hips move in time with his, and intermingled moans resonate within your now joined mouths. His thrusting picks up speed the more comfortable he gets. His moving hips slamming against yours as you cry into his mouth. His hand grips your waist as he pulls you from the railing, one of your legs hooked around his waist as the other shakily stands. He slides his other hand down your back so that he can cup the bottom your ass. It’s a stretch and it adds to his vigorous thrusts into your cunt.

The feel of Shouto’s pelvis slapping against yours is your remedy — you’re craving him even more and he is well aware of that fact.

You’re swelling with euphoria and lust when he decides to amp up your pleasure by bringing his right hand to your clit. His fingers circle against your clit with his ice-cold touch, it shocks you as your heated body jerks under the new temperature. With the added temperature play, it feels as if your body is breaking under his will. Your pussy clenching at sensations he’s giving you. Your hips rolling against his pounding hips, and he moans in return to how your walls clench against him.

Your head lolls to the side as you’re overwhelmed by the blazing heat in your core. The pressure of your cunt heavily evident throughout your entire body. You needed to keep it together, you wanted to keep going. The head of his cock finally comes to press against your sweet spot as he shifts your hips and you shriek.

“Fuck! Please, right there!” You beg as Shouto shakily nods, his hips coming to snap into that same spot over and over. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you’re no longer able to speak. You’re completely overpowered by his snapping hips.

“Will you come for me,” he groans out, his voice a pleading hope.

Your head nods frantically as you're unable to trust your voice. The action satisfies Shouto as he hisses lowly. Faster and harder, his fingers switch from pressing small circles to large figure-eights on your clit, while his hips slamming faster into you. You can’t handle the pleasure any more, and you feel your high coming.

“Shouto,” you gasp as he presses a kiss against your mouth again. His hands moving to lift you up, you can only cry in pleasure as he slams your back against a pole. His hips continuing to snap into you at insane speeds. You’re not able to keep up as sparks ignite in your veins as he slams into you over and over.

Your orgasm hits your body and it’s as if you’re falling away into ecstasy. Your mind spinning and dazed from the continuous world-altering sensations. You cry out his name as he still continues at his unmerciful pace. That is until he suddenly pulls out and drops you onto your shaking legs.

Whining at the loss of his cock, and the fact that you’re now on your feet, you open your shut eyes and stare at him unable to speak.

“Turn around,” he growls. You can’t believe he wants you to go for his own orgasm with you in a whole new position. Was he really a virgin you question as he fists his cock as you reposition yourself onto the railing. Your chest presses weirdly onto the wood as your knees buckle, and you look over your shoulder to see Shouto raising the skirt of your dress.

Shouto doesn’t ask to insert himself in you again. Your fingers grip the railing as he slams back in and you let out a sharp cry as you seize forward.

He starts up a brutal pace with his hips slapping against your ass with each and every thrust. Your hands move to your mouth as you cry as you rock forward with every thrust. His hips remain steady as his pace accelerates. You watch on a dazed high as snow falls onto your moving hair. Your fingers shoved into your mouth like a gag as he grips your hips. You use all of your willpower to push your hips back against his to meet him thrust by thrust.

Slowly, he starts to vocalize more and more. His lips moaning your name and crying out. He keeps one gripping hand on your hips while the other slips to your clit. Your mind snaps as he begins rubbing meticulous shapes onto your puffy nerves.

You can tell he’s close.

He’s chanting your name against your spine like some mindless prayer to you. His hot breath fanning onto your exposed skin. The hand on your hip grips you tighter, definitely bruising your skin. So you grip the railing with one hand and the other remains in your mouth.

“Are you ready?” Shouto growls while nipping at your skin. “Ready to take my cum?”

“Yes! Please, Shouto!” You choke out from your fingers, the pleasure and overstimulation reaching their tipping point once again.

“Then fucking come.”

Your toes curl as you let out a sob of pleasure. Your arm is unable to support yourself anymore as you let your torso slam against the railing. The circles on your clit finally stop and your abused cunt clenches around Shouto’s cock. Your body reaches its second orgasm of the night, and Shouto arrives with you.

He cries out a “Fuck!” and your name as his speed spills within you. It’s the loudest he’s been all night, which makes you whine at the sound of your name being said so vulgarly from his mouth. As your cries become breathless pants, you press your hands against the railings. The saliva on your fingers turning cold as the two of you stand still for what feels like some time. You feel him slide both of his hands on top of yours to intertwine with yours as cum spurts out of his cock, filling you up.

He rubs circles on top of your hands with his thumbs as he slides himself out. The feeling of him gone makes the both of you whimper at the loss of each other’s fill. You feel some of his cum seep out, and you shudder at the emptiness your cunt now feels.

You slowly stretch back up, your body hurting and now quickly turning cold with the lack of his heat.

Shouto is two steps ahead of you as he grabs your tossed coat from the floor and wraps you tightly within its fabric. “There,” he smiles as he pulls up his own pants, his face still flushed for different reasons.

You giggle as you shake your head, “Did I really get dicked down because of mistletoe?”

A snort escapes Shouto’s lips as he nods, “You did.”

“Well, I do like you, Shouto,” you whisper as he finishes dressing. “It’s not just because of the mistletoe.”

“I know,” Shouto whispers as he takes your cheeks in his hands. “And now this is me asking you on a date and if you’d like to be my girlfriend.”

Joy fills your heart as you laugh softly. “I’d love to be,” you say as your lips meet his in a gentle kiss right under the mistletoe.

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Icy Resolution and Dragon's Flame (Dragonshifter! Shouto x Reader) Pt. 2

Part 1

The Part 2 like only two fuckin people asked for, lmao. Two people can make a difference on what I will and won't write, so uh. Talk to me, it really gets my ass into gear with writing. No pressure, I won't roast anyone… Unless they ask me too and even then, I'm more worthy of a good charring than any of y'all. 

Tw: Yandere themes

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The icy feeling of the metal chains hanging on the various parts of your body glittered in the torch light and the sunlight when you were able to see it, at least. Ever since you had began… cohabitating with Shouto, you haven't really been out as much. The cavern was the place you lived for now, not that you couldn't try to escape. You could only try and it was going to get you out for good, because having to run from an angry dragon shifter for the rest of your life was… Not your favorite possibility. 

Was there a getting out of here? There… had to be. You might be lax, you might be polite, you weren't going to just be an idle captive though. Those were just the facts!

The basket you were currently sifting through seemed to be filled with golden trinkets and it was annoying you. Pretty as they were… They were useless to you in this moment. It was making you angry. Shouto had been gone from the cave for about three days and you still hadn't managed to escape it. You assumed he must just be off hunting and got stuck or was doing something else. Things like this, being out of the loop drove you crazy as you pushed the basket away. The bracelets on your arms jangling as you moved. You could pull them off, technically. You just… never got to wear anything like this before and you feel like you look pretty snazzy in gold. At least… That's your opinion on it.

You heard something though at the entrance. It wasn't the noise of the boulder being moved, no. That was easy to identify. This was… A flute. Someone was playing a lute outside the cave. You went closer and realized, a little stone was loose from the entrance. Pulling on it, sunshine shone through as you could see through to the clearing outside.

It was so lovely to feel the warmth of the sun's rays after being kept in the dark, cool cave with only magical torches. They didn't produce heat even. It sucked.

 It was… So close to you. You peeked at the small field and the trees, seeing a small group. A pink tiefling woman, two humans, an elf, and an earth genasi! One of the humans was playing a lute, calling out loudly, you were in near tears, "Hello?! Can you please help me? Please? I need to get out of this cave." 

The dude with the lute turned with confusion along with the others. There seemed to be a collective… 'Us?' From them as you groaned, exasperated by this rag tag group already. "Yeah, you guys! Who else?!"

The red haired genasi spoke first, "We just… Nobodies ever actually asked for help before. Guys… Uh, do we save her?"

"Oh, we don't even know her, shitty hair!" The ashen blond human sighed, facepalming. "Do you know anything about em? Cause I sure as hell don't."

The tiefling spoke up, "Wait, we gotta find that dragon though! He's supposed to be around here and if we have her around, then we can use her as bait…"

You froze, "..What dragon are you looking for?"

"His name is Shouto and we're supposed to get his help, because he has something we need for our quest!" The more yellow blond human said with a grin before getting smacked in the back of the head by the other who you presumed was their leader.

"Bakugou! You didn't have to do that, I mean-" As he whined a bit, you tuned out as you realized they wouldn't help you they knew you were his captive. Why would they? Especially if they needed him. It wouldn't benefit them. 

You were going to have to trick them… 

"Hey, I know where his cave is. I can lead you there." You said with a frantic sort of gesture. "Just get me out of here, please. No using me as bait either. We just need to leave. Right now."

"How can we be sure you know where his cave is?" The black-haired elf asked suspicion on his features, leaning forward. "We aren't idiots!"

"I don't know how to prove it, ugh. You could just let me out and give me directions if you don't think I know where it is. Cause you guys don't seem to actually know exactly where you are." You admitted, a frown on your face. If they couldn't figure out the prints on the ground in the field were from a dragon… You weren't sure you could really help them further than leading them away from here as quickly as you could.

Well… With how foolish they were, you almost feel good about helping them. Even now as you eat the freshly cooked rabbit they had caught and roasted. Night came and the stars were brighter than you remembered. You had travelled a good way from the cave and were essentially leading them on a wild goose chase into the wilderness, making sure to have them mark the way. Just in case you got "lost", when really… It was just so they could find the cave where you had been… Rather than having to locate it from memory.

You quickly became acquainted and even fond of the quintet of travelers. It was fun to travel with them. Their generosity towards you was sweet. You were sure they just thought you were a princess though. 

Especially how they wouldn't let you do anything… It was annoying how persistent they were about it too. Bakugou must have thought you would screw something up, so he had them actively trying to not let that happen. That was until you woke up early enough to see they had all fallen asleep, no one keeping an eye on you as you made breakfast. They travelled prepared, although you had no idea how. 

None of them seemed to have much forethought when it came to such things.  You were pretty sure Kiri or Mina could have waltzed off any which way with just the clothes on their backs and make it just fine. Sero was easily the most lax person you have ever met and Denki seemed to be trying to win your praise at every turn. Mostly falling on his ass, but it was endearing. Bakugou though? He didn't seem to really… He was… He was an asshole. That was fine though. You can't get along with everyone.

Though, you grew especially fond of Denki with the way he was so earnest. You'd never had someone try to be so genuinely sweet to you, making you blush a little when he would praise you. No way would you fall for a bard though, that was ridiculous. Even as he promised things to you, maybe it was fast though.

No helping you though as you danced with Mina and Kirishima around the fire as Denki would play his lute. Strumming songs that made you forget everything and get lost into the songs he sang.

You hadn't seen anything from Shouto yet, so that made you feel less fear… Confidence coming back with the knowledge that you would be leaving his reach soon enough. Not even a feeling of being lost. The nearest town, a little place called Wythe was where you all rested for a minute and… You came clean.

Now, that was after a meal and proper rest. There was still some outrage as you calmly told them the truth, "I thought you wouldn't help if you knew the truth… Crazier things have happened, but that was the most likely thing." 

Bakugou looked like he was going to blow a gasket as he was already making his way to choke you within an inch of your life before Kirishima pulled him back. "So, you could have just given us the map while we were there or helped us find it, but instead you tricked us into just breaking you out of that lair?" 

"I didn't want to steal…" You shyly said, but in reality… That idea just hadn't popped into your head when you had only been thinking of getting yourself out of there.

Mina sighed as she slumped a little on the bed, "So, are we going to head back or? We did kind of break his front door and steal the maiden he kept captive. I would be pretty pissed off if that happened to me and well… While I'm not a dragon, I don't think seeing us so soon after would have him in a better mood."

Bakugou was gritting his teeth he seemed to be battling not to strangle you still, "Oh, we're going back and… Ugh, we went into Dragon territory to just leave it and now we have to go back. How does a dumbass like you get the interest of a fucking dragon?" His hand hitting the table before realizing he said that very loudly.

"Ahem. Well, you can shut the fuck up and maybe I'll just tell you. I didn't mean to anyways." You groaned, crossing your arms as you leaned into the seat. "I just was lost and did something that was just a fuckin decent act. Apparently that qualified me for the running in The Dragon Bachelor or whatever."

The snort that erupted from Mina was contagious as you looked at her, quirking your eyebrow. You continued though, "I was stuck in the cave for a good while with Shouto before he left on a hunting trip. Then you guys showed up after he was gone for a couple of days. I had you guys mark the trees so you could follow it back to the cave. You'll be fine. Anyways, you can fill your supplies and buff up your defenses. Plus, you'll want to avoid his father… It will be a… Yeah, you wouldn't have to worry about much if you run into him. You'll all be dead in seconds."

In actuality… Endeavor was the least of their concerns for the moment. The soft landing and soon the cry of a young, anguished dragon… It sounded for miles into the forest as he quickly feel temper overcome him for a second. Mistakes happened, he shouldn't have left you alone for so long. Irresponsible. You couldn't have gotten far though. He sniffed around and saw the scratched x along the tree at the edge of the field, blowing a frosty breath and the little marks lit up down through the forests like a pathway. He would save you from whatever poor decisions you had made to take you away from him though. 

Everything would be all right again when you were back in his cave, snuggles up safely with him and wrapped with the plush fur blankets… You couldn't have left willingly… Why would you? He offered you everything and you were so grateful! He would save you, be your hero and you would be happy to be back. Never to leave his side again, you'd be that much closer to loving him like he loved you! But he had to get you back first and foremost. Powerful, white and red wings beat against the air as he lifted off the ground. He had a little one to search for.

[ofmvsic]

“After playing Chopin, I feel as if I had been weeping over sins that I had never committed and mourning over tragedies that were not my own.” 

- Oscar Wilde

keep reading to learn about your pastel princess a.k.a. the virtuoso~ 

name: amelia may dangtran skeleton: the virtuoso fc: lana condor pronouns: she/her age: twenty-two major: music clubs: band occupation: regent’s movie theater connections from skeleton: the greenthumb, the primadonna, the spitfire living arrangement: WHERE’S MY SPITFIRE AT lol spotify | pinterest

↳  positive/negative traits

+ kind, passionate, driven -  anxious, awkward, dependent

↳  likes/dislikes

+ classical music, pastel colors, stick-and-poke tattoos, milk tea -  automatic flushing toilets, soda, the word “panties” 

↳  other

birthday: september 1st, 1997 sun sign: virgo

you can call her amy, mel, lia, may. pick your poison.

amelia grew up right across from daisey in ashmont, connecticut and the rest is history.

the only child of two famous, renowned surgeons, who try to support their daughters’ dreams even though they’d much rather her get a medical degree. 

if you grew up around daisey you probably noticed amelia in her shadow, always hanging around at first because of them carpooling, and then it turned into a convenient friendship that sometimes daisey was too cool for. 

amelia decided she wanted to play the piano when she was six, and when she began to accel at it she decided to pick up the violin as well. 

she can play both but she likes the violin a whole lot more since she can carry it around.

she plays percussion in band so catch her playing some sick ass triangle and marimba at your football games, fam.

she’s very socially awkward and any attempts to flirt with her will probably be met with fidgeting and stuttering and serious foot-in-mouth syndrome. 

if you knew amelia it’s probably more because she was daisey’s friend than anything else. amelia’s pretty hard to pull off the wall; hard to get her earphones out of her ears and her hands out of a book of sheet music.

difficult to get to a party in the first place. she’d much rather practice or be locked up watching amadeus or something like that. 

she’s pretty sweet though you’ve just got to make your way under the awkwardness, which is. hm. HM. 

her parents being gone all of the time meant she was either home alone or across the street at the rutherford’s place, biking down their long drive or doing fashion shows in the backyard. 

amelia loves her parents but love is ?? to her because they were always absent and leaving her to kind of fend for herself. 

that being said, if you need a good ass meal come to amelia because she had to learn how to cook for herself when none of her parent’s cooks were home, and considering amelia stayed up practicing until late hours, that was pretty often. 

daisey actually didn’t treat her like too much of a monster but there was some emotional manipulation there that amelia is kinda blind to. and someone probably told her and she probably was just like “i don’t see it” because she just didn’t get it. 

she took ballet for a hot minute because her mom thought she might like it since she was into classical music and stuff. amelia kept with it until she was fifteen and then decided that was enough for her. she’d rather play the music than dance to it. 

she has way too many trophies and ribbons and certificates. 

her room probably has dead composer busts on each available surface so hope that doesn’t freak you out or anything

won’t leave without a pair of headphones. becomes incapacitated. if you do catch her outside without headphones be concerned.

if you need a music recommendation she’s got you. just don’t ask if you don’t have like two hours to spare.

she’s never had a boyfriend or girlfriend before and it’s very obvious (i don’t even think amelia has thought about her own sexuality so that’s something lmao) 

kind of a basic nerd; loves bubble tea, pokemon, anything cute like puppies but especially kittens, the color pink. 

she has a cat named shostakovich and that’s probably all you need to know about her. she wants to adopt another and name him beethoven but we’re working on it. 

wanted connections: 

do you wanna do the damn shameless thing and be amelia’s josh or peter kavinsky? call me. lmfao 

please tutor her she’s so stupid at everything but music oh my god 

speaking of pay her $250 a month for piano or violin lessons because she’s certified to teach or she’ll like. take off a rate for tutoring her in exchange lol

you can force her to the gym to be your workout buddy because otherwise she’s not moving

idk if you’ve got gears churnin’ lemme know~ we can brainstorm

feel free to like or just straight up hmu to plot~ <3

[glossolali]

very belated c2e53 liveblog

- Sam Riegel is a chaotic mess i'm laughing

- this is so funny watching them repping the Kickstarter on this side of it knowing that they already have almost 6 million dollars now lmao

- yayayayaya fjord visions!!! I didn't expect Matt to bring Uk'otoa up so soon but I mean... not surprised the old god is mad.... he's pretty much telling him he's gonna kill him if he doesn't come back haha I'm so scared

- mm nice fjord and cad relationship building yesssss

- ooooohhhh the earth mother is "very much" concerned with the uk'otoa shit i'm

- deucie is the best!!!! I love him so much "i'm proud of you, everyone's gonna take care of you, I can cook something" 😢😢💕💕💕💕

- hahaha caduceus like "I don't understand, that dream was in fact very wet"

- NOTT I'M YELLING "are you having stress at work because Caleb's now the leader" i love her she's so funny

- OH MY GOD I JUST SAW SAM'S FLASK TODAY "SUN BREAK MY HEART"

- "Caleb Widogast is my name "actually it's not your name" I can't

- "Hollaaa..." "what does that mean" I'M CRYING 😂😂😂

- lool the time traveling

- yaaaaay Tief Twins 💙💙

- "would you like some bat droppings".......

- zorth 😂

- MOORBOUNDER KITTIES!!! 💓

- Caleb's always a mood "i am the cat person in this group"

- ohhhh caddy can talk to plants AND animals??? I forget why...

- this is soooo cute i love animal bonding time

- nott: "are you sure you want to give up your jade baubles?" caleb: "LOOK AT THIS CAT" mood

- Yannick, Yarn Ball and Clarabelle!!!

- Clarabelle is Caddy's sister's name!!! that's actually super funny

- Caduceus is a plantsexual! 💚 lol "are you hitting on the ivy?"

- what the fuck is going on with this creepy old lady yeugh

- it's a bunch of kobolds like sitting one on top of the other in a trench coat this is fucking hilarious

- Nott being a shit to Fjord will never ever get old i'm laughing

- i'm watching the gay ass gears turn in Beau's head as Matt describes the female drow :D

- yaaaaaaaay fight fight fight fight

- omg Nott sleight of handing Jester's diamond and rolling 27 lol I Love Her

- JESTEEEEERRRR Fuck

- lmao beau is equal parts pissed off and turned on by this drow monk

- oh my god the shitty rolls tonight are killing me

- I can't believe this she kicked their fucking asses omg what an icon

- TWO HIT POINTS!!!!!! i'm so mad lol

- and they lost the diamond I give up

- The Lost Testicle

- "did you learn anything?" "yeah i need to get better at beating people's asses" LMAO icon

- "we're cut from the same cloth" yeah you're both gay

- EYYYYYYY DAIRON FUCK YE

- is this why beau was travelling around???? to find dairon??? what?? hellooooo????

[lavieendonna]

Brushwork || ArtMajor!Calum - Chapter 27

Summary: An Art Major AU where Dallas - third year gawky art student at VCA -  makes a deal with Calum - her cute new neighbour and project partner - and they spend the semester learning that the perfect masterpiece takes a whole lot of brushwork.

Date: 15 February 2019 Requested: lol     Pairing: Calum + Dallas Words: 4K Warnings: as always, Dallas has a fucking potty mouth.  A/N: Here we go, first update of the year! And just in time for the day after Valentine’s Day ahahahaha I'm so shit lmao anyway, I hope you like this. I have been trying to pump this chapter out for literal months. In that time, though, there has been a small revival of this story with some new readers so I guess, this chapter is dedicated to you guys! There’s only a couple more chapters left in this story, but fear not as I have already begun the next in the series - make sure to head over and check out the Ashton spin-off ‘Snapshot’ and let me know what you think. Thanks so much, guys, you keep me motivated!

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Chapter 27: I Did What I Could to Supress the Urge to Smother Myself and Stretched Out My Aching Bones Until They Cracked.

The first thing I felt, as soon as I was conscious enough to know I was still alive, was relief. I hadn’t realised how much weight needed lifting from my shoulders until that first five minutes after waking up in my old bedroom at my mother’s house – and to feel that in a place that used to bring me nothing but anxiety and grief was something like a Christmas miracle. And it was only October!

“Hey loser, are you getting up today?”

Isabelle leaned into the room, hair looking much like mine but, you know, nicer in every conceivable way. Her eyes weren’t as puffy as hey had been the last few days, and her cheeks had more colour in them than I’d seen since, probably, Liesel’s engagement.

“I’m not a loser.” I croaked out, much more man-ish than my sister would ever sound in her life. But, regardless, she snorted unattractively the way only a James woman could and even through squinty eyes and without my glasses, I knew she was rolling her eyes at me.

“You’re twenty-two years old, sleeping in your childhood bedroom at nine on a Saturday morning, and your mum is probably cooking your breakfast for you as we speak.” Belle said very matter-of-factly. “You’re definitely a loser. Come on, Mum said she wants to talk.”

“At nine in the morning?!”I whined and I was met with a pillow to my head before she called out something unintelligible through the walls.

With a small sigh I heaved myself out from under the covers. The thought of my mother wanting to talk even more than we had was making my stomach do flips, but I did what I could to supress the urge to smother myself and stretched out my aching bones until they cracked.

Belle was right; Mum was flipping bacon when I padded into the kitchen. She was wearing the same red apron from last night but this time over a pair of light-wash skinny jeans (that I wasn’t even aware she owned) and a slightly oversized burgundy plaid shirt. Naturally her hair was already brushed to perfection, the long dark waves tucked behind her ears, and somehow her lips were a bolder shade of red than they were yesterday. She looked more relaxed than I had ever seen her. Probably including when we were kids.

“Help your sister set the table.” She said with a smile and not a hint of condescension. “There’s something I need to talk to you about.”

I swallowed the anxiety and let myself bask in the rare warmth my mother was radiating for a little while longer.

“Good morning to you too, mother.” I said cheekily through a yawn. She just rolled her eyes at me and gestured toward the breakfast condiments sitting in a tray on the counter. I chuckled lightly to myself as I picked it up and dragged my feet through the kitchen and into the dining room where Belle was setting out cutlery.

“Do you have any idea what this is about?” I asked her with an arched brow and she just made a face.

“Do I ever?” She scoffed and I gave a small chuckle.

“Seriously, though,” I said a little more seriously, putting the tray down in the middle of the table between the places Belle had laid the placemats. “What do you think it is?”

Belle just shrugged, and I got a weird tingle in my stomach again as I watched my sister lack interest in whatever my mother had running through her brain gears. I knew that she was probably worried in her own way, but the way Belle held herself together made me wish that I could do that too.

We finished setting up without much more conversation and just as Belle lay down the last of the napkins, Mum came hurrying in with a pan of bacon in one hand and a plate of eggs in the other. I quickly put extra placemats down on the table for her to rest them on and she disappeared for a brief moment once again to fetch a plate of toast while Belle went back for glasses and orange juice.

“Dig in, ladies!” Mum said with delight, more chipper than I’d ever seen her. I glanced over to Belle when she wondered back in and she was giving me the same incredulous look, both of us then turning back to our mother.

“Mother,” Belle took the lead (which I prayed and thanked the Lord for), sitting quickly and loading her plate with an arched brow. “Penny for your thoughts?”

Mum chuckled and while it was a nice sound, it didn’t really make me feel better. Have I ever mentioned I didn’t do well with the unknown? I started to pour the juice to keep my hands busy enough to not tremble.

“I was getting there.” The woman rolled her eyes as she took to buttering herself a piece of toast. “But since you two are so patient –” she shot us both a look that almost terrified me out of my skin. “– I have a proposition for you.”

Usually my mother saved her big words for court, so her use of the term ‘proposition’ kind of unnerved me. But she smiled as she said it, and not in an evil or scheming way either which meant we weren’t being put on trial for whatever was on her mind.

Belle and I sat and chose to say nothing this time, not even looking at each other (or Mum for that matter). I had the feeling that whatever was making my mum this happy was going to be worth hearing without my input or smart remarks, or anything that might ruin it for her and put us back where all of this shit started.

“I know that you girls have…” Mum paused briefly to clear her throat. “You’ve had it tough the last few weeks, between school and your…  your friends.”

I shot Isabelle a glare – she’d clearly told my mother about what happen with Polly, though I wasn’t exactly sure when. It wasn’t that I was never going to tell my mum or anything like that, I just wasn’t in the mood to retell the story of my fallout with Polly over and over again. Because with my mother, you could never tell her a story just once. She needed to hear all of the ins and outs of every angle imaginable. She’d ask me to get inside Polly’s head and tell her Polly’s exact thoughts at the time of the incident and that kind of sorcery was just beyond my paygrade.

Nonetheless, B just shrugged at me without so much as a hint of guilt and I was reduced to sulking in silence while Mum continued.

“And I’m not saying I enjoy knowing my girls are struggling, but I do think this is a good chance for me to do something that I will benefit from just as much.”

I blinked at my mother’s choice of words between chews.

“Uh, I’m sure it wasn’t your intention to sound at all patronising or like you have shitty parenting skills, Mum, but um...” I offered a sidelong look. “But that sounded really patronising and like you have shitty parenting skills.”

“Language!” She scolded me. “That’s not what I meant and you know it.”

“Come on, Deej,” Belle smirked. “I’m sure whatever she’s trying to say has someredeeming qualities.”

And for that Mum reached over and slapped my sister upside the head. I smirked at that one, it was about time someone slapped B for her mouth. I was just sorry it wasn’t me.

“Will you two knock it off?” Mum rolled her eyes at us, taking a sip from her juice whilst simultaneously glowering at us over the glass. “I’m trying to do something nice for us all.”

“Sorry, Mum.” We chimed like kindergarteners and Mum just straightened her shoulders again and puffed her chest smugly like she was sitting on the juiciest piece of news anyone would ever hear.

“If you’d like – if it makes things easier for you both – you can move back in with me.” She said, not exactly in a frank ton, but it was straight to the point and blunt enough to stun both B and I into speechlessness.

“It’s not ideal, I know, but… I want for you to know that while you’re figuring out your next steps – whatever they may be – you can always come here… come to me. And whether or not its long or short term is up to you. Dallas, I know you had your heart set on Saint Kilda for your last year, and Isabelle I know your housemate is a pain in your ass. At least this way, you can stay here comfortably without worrying about anything else until you need to, you know? And I get to spend more time with you both and actually be part of your lives in your twenties.”

Mum smiled encouragingly at her daughters and it was really, really hard not to smile back. It wasn’t often that Mum offered these kinds of things without needing some kind of collateral or compensation for her time and suffering. Almost the whole time I’d been at VCA she always had some kind of ulterior motive, but I knew this time wasn’t going to be like that. There was something in Mum’s eyes that glistened with something like hope or peace or maybe it was genuine happiness. Whichever way, it was nice.

“What do you reckon?” Mum prompted hopefully. I didn’t even hesitate when I stood from my seat and circled to over to Mum, enveloping her into a hug.  

“Thanks, Ma.” I whispered lowly in her ear as she reached up as much as she could to squeeze me back. Belle joined us not a moment later, giggling just a little the way she always did when she was happy.

“You’re the best, you know that?” She told Mum and it just made her laugh as we let go and went back to our seats.

“Oh, I know.” She winked at Belle with cheek.

“Honestly, Ma.” Belle smiled. “Nancy is the worst, she doesn’t even let me smoke dope in the house.”

“Isabelle Rosella!”

Aside from B trying to give my mother a stroke, breakfast went well. There were no more emotional heart-to-heart conversations and not a whole lot of tension. After Mum got through her half-hour long speech about the dangers of marijuana – even the medical kind! – we cleaned up and washed the dishes by hand like old times. It was nice, and for a minute it was like it wasn’t our problems that had brought us together.

While Mum and Belle mucked around I decided they could do without my help (or lack thereof, to be honest) and excused myself to take a shower. Even though it was barely ten thirty in the morning, it’d been a long day. I didn’t feel drained, as such, but there was just something about the conversation over breakfast that made me feel like I needed to wash off the last of my dirt. Not that moving back in with my mother would ever be the last of my dirty laundry, hell no. I was a deeply flawed human being, there was always going to be some kind of crisis going on in my life.

That being said, if I did move back in with my mother then there was also the chance that it would make it easier to deal with said crises. Hell, maybe I could even confide in my mother about them. Living back at home with her would mean that whatever happened between now and my next step, at least there was an actual place that could feel like home to take the edge off.

The water was scalding hot and practically burnt the skin off of my back. I let the water run over me and through my hair and watched the water go from murky to clear for what felt like forever. I could have spent my whole life in there if I thought it would have fixed anything.

Tilting my head back, I let the water run through my hair again and felt the weight of the heavy locks pull gently at my skull. Water was running into my eyes but I did what I could to keep them open. I didn’t want to spent a lot more of my life with my eyes shut, and maybe that was out of paranoia or self-preservation. But a lot of it was because even though this part of my life was somewhat resolved, things with Calum weren’t and it was still weighing heavy on my mind.

I shuddered at the reminder of how shitty things between Calum and I still were, shutting off the shower in a huff and grabbing the towel that was hanging over the side of the shower to cover my face quickly. I pushed the fabric as far into my eye sockets as I could, trying to push the image of Calum walking away from me out of my mind. When that didn’t work I wrapped the towel around me and sat myself down on the floor, putting my head between my knees in an effort to get ahead of the panic attack I could feel rising in my gut.

I wasn’t sure how long I sat there, but apparently it was long enough for my mother to come looking.

“Dallas?” She called through the door. “Dallas, honey, are you alright?”

I gasped, sitting upright quickly with wide eyes and my heart racing.

“I’m –!” I sniffled, only now aware that I was crying. “Mum, yeah I-I’m fine!”

It didn’t matter, she was already creaking the door open to find me curled up on the floor.

“Hey! Hey… Honey, what… what’s wrong?” She came in, shutting the door quickly behind her before she dropped to her knees in front of me, hands reaching for my face immediately.

“What? I’m…” I spluttered for my words as Mum’s piercing eyes stared me down, deeply set with worry.

I thought about lying, but as what seemed to be the case lately, something in my mother's eyes told me that she wasn't going to accept anything but the truth.

"You can tell me, Dallas." She said softly, wiping at the stray tears still leaking from the corners of my eyes, and taking the corner of my towel and dabbing my cheeks with it. "What happened?"

I heaved a sigh, my chest feeling tight as I dreaded saying the words out loud.

"It's Calum." I said simply, still trying to figure out the best way to say what I was feeling. Mum frowned, suddenly a little scared (or so it looked, anyway).

"What did he do?" She asked immediately concerned. "You're not pregnant, are you?"

"What?" I frowned. "No! Jesus, Mum, why... no!"

"Oh, thank god." Mum breathed a heavy sigh of relief, hand over her heart as she squeezed her eyes shut for a moment. "I am waytoo young to be an Abuela."

I rolled my eyes. Mum had never really shown much connection (or interest, really) to our Hispanic lineage, but the minute she thought the first of her Grandkids were on the way she was an 'Abuela'. Talk about typical.

Honestly, it wouldn't have surprised me if she was secretly fluent in Spanish all along and could trace our ancestors back for centuries. It seemed like the kind of thing she would know and never tell anyone until she needed to brag.

Pregnancy scares aside, that wasn't what I was worked up about. I heaved another sigh, chomping on the inside of my cheek as I tried to push pass the complete humiliation piercing me straight through the soul.

"He, um." I cleared my throat. "Calum and I aren't speaking at the moment. We had a fight a while ago and some shit went down with our mural at the reveal last week."

My bottom lip trembled, and I felt like I probably looked a lot like a four-year-old trying to pull Puppy Dog Eyes for attention.

"What kind of shit?" Mum took to asking, and I tried to suppress the shock when she didn't immediately jump to conclusions. "What did you fight about?"

I winced at the memory of the complete shit show of a first date that Calum and I went on. it seemed like it was so long ago or in a whole different time. I'd been through so much in the matter of only a week that I already felt like I was a different person back then - I felt like the phrase 'back then' was warranted because of how distant it all seemed. But the reality was that it had all happened so fast - it was still happening, technically. And I had no idea how to fix any of it. All I could do was sit on the bathroom floor and cringe.

"We, uh. We went on this date." I began the long story. "And it was going great; we went to watch our friend Luke perform at this bar. But Ashton and Isabelle showed up, and at first it was fine but then Belle and I had this argument and then Pollyshowed up and things got worse and it just... the whole night turned to shit."

I'd managed to avoid looking at my mother's face for a while, but at the mention of fighting with my sister made me feel like I needed to sneak a peek. I glanced, her brow arching, and I could tell that she wasn't exactly following along.

"Hold on, why were you and your sister fighting?" I cringed again, not sure how to approach the explanation without accidentally stealing Belle's coming out like some kind of monster.

"She... was mad at me." I said vaguely. "Her and Polly felt like I'd been telling lies about them to our friends."

"And had you?" She asked.

Once again, I was pleasantly surprised that Mum was actually listening to everything I had to say before she offered any kind of interpretation or advice. She wasn't even interrupting me at all! It truly was a Christmas Miracle.

“I… Not intentionally.” I admitted.

There was something about accepting the fact that I’d actually done something wrong that made me feel a little bit better about myself as a person. It was one thing to know that I was a deeply flawed person but, like, for comic relief, but it was a whole other thing to know that I was capable of hurting people and to be willing to do what I could to rectify that.

“Calum was just trying to help, but I think I pushed him too far this time.” My voice was so small and quiet I wasn’t even sure it was mine. “All he wanted to do was show me that he cared about me but I… I freaked out and I pushed him away because it was easier than letting him get involved, you know?”

I sniffled again, a fresh batch of tears welling in my eyes as I finally said the words out loud that I’d been avoiding. Because it was true, I really had probably pushed Calum too far. And I doubted there was a lot left for me to do to fix it.

“Well, my girl,” Mum exhaled deeply, patting my thigh with one hand and lifting my chin with the other so she could look me in the eye with a soft, yet pointed, look. “You wanna know what I think?”

I wiped my nose ungracefully on the back of my hand but nodded. A small smile twitched on the corners of Mum’s red lips, but it was only for a fraction of a second.

“You haven’t got a chance of getting him back if you’re crying on the floor.”

I blinked dumbly at the words Mum had just said. They were brutal and slightly offensive words but she’d said them with such love and encouragement that I was actually kind of confused and, almost, a little overwhelmed.

“Uh… what?” I stammered and Mum just shrugged, wiping at my cheeks again with her thumbs.

“Seriously, Dallas, look at you.” She said simply. “I love you, I do. But Calum doesn’t need you to grovel on your knees and weep about how he’ll never forgive you. The reason you are in this mess is because, by the sounds of it, you were trying to make everybody’s decisions for them. You can’t decide how people should feel about other people, and you can’t decide that you don’t want them involved in your life and your problems. People like Calum… they want to be involved, that’s their whole thing. They want to be there for you and they want to show you. And it’s your job to not be selfish and just… let them.”

I knew she was right because I felt stupid.

“Your father was like that, you know.” Mum continued a little softer. I perked up at the mention of him, glancing up to Mum and watched as her entire face softened and her shoulders relaxed. She didn’t really bring up my Dad in conversations on her own that often.  There was a small smile hiding in the kiss of her lips and it was such a sight, to see how much love she still had left in her eyes for that man.

“Really?” I asked, and Mum nodded.

“Oh, yeah. When we first started going out – dating or whatever kids call it now – I was very closed off and I tried to pick and choose what parts of my life he knew about, what things he did or didn’t know about me. But he wasn’t having any of it, he needed to know that I was in it as much as he was. And for him to really know that I was… that I felt the same, I had to find it in me to let him in. All the way. You need to do the same with Calum, Dal. He’s… he’s special. And he needs to know that you think so.”

I didn’t have much to say to any of that, so I just pulled Mum as close to me as I could and squeezed. She laughed and I could feel the vibrations rumbling through her chest, the sound warming me from the inside out.

“Do you know what you remind me of, Dallas?” She asked me as she pulled herself up off the floor with a grunt before taking my hands and lifting me up too.

“What’s that?”

We both turned to look into the mirror at our reflections, Mum’s arm snaking around my waist as she pulled me close to her, reaching in front of me with her other hand to tuck my wet hair behind my ears.

“You remember the that stained-glass window we used to have in the back door of the conservatory?” She asked and I cocked my eyebrow at her.

“The one with the butterfly that smashed when Belle and I put a softball through it?” I still remembered that day very vividly – it was the only time where Dad had been the one to really punish us. He only grounded us, and it was only for a few days, but it was the most terrifying few days of our short 8 years of life. Mum laughed and nodded.

“Yes, that one.” She confirmed with a smile and I just frowned even more, failing to understand the resemblance.  

“I remind you of a window?”

Mum rolled her eyes.

“The butterfly.” She stressed and I made a face until she clarified her thoughts into words. “You’re so sensitive, Dallas. But you’re so, so beautiful, even when you’re broken.”

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• Nickname: Borkeley, Jo • Age: 23 • Birthday:June 28th, I'm a cancer! • Timezone: EST • Best Availability: Anytime really. • Fave Villager/NPC: Lily + Sable • Fave AC Game: New Leaf or Population Growing • A little about you: I'm a married cat mom, I'm a twitch streamer + i love Gavin Free. Thats about it!

Christina

• Nickname - Chriss or Vicko • Age - 21 • Birthday - July 24th • Timezone - UTC - 6 CST • Best Availability - Mornings and at night • Fave Villager/NPC - For NPC's, Kapp'n and the Porter, for villagers uff I have lots but specially, Molly and Muffy 　. • Fave AC Game - New leaf • A little about you - I love potatoes, anime and manga :3 , also I'm a student from college, I love doing pics editions, draws and such, so if you guys ever need help with thigns related to this, you now know who to call ;) I also can give spanish classes 😝

Emma • Nickname: I don’t really have one but if you call me Em I’m fine with that! • Age: 24 • Birthday: 16th of December • Timezone: PST • Best Availability: Evenings, nights, and weekends • Fave Villager/NPC: Tex and Lottie! • Fave AC Game: New Leaf 😍 • A little about you: I’m a substitute teacher and I’m in the process of going back to school to get my teaching degree! I hope to be an English teacher at either a middle school or a high school. I love reading and writing and I’m really passionate about sleeping 😂

Hanna Nickname: none Age: 22 Birthday: 4th August 1996 Timezone: GMT (Germany) Best Availability: most of the time, but the highest chance is in the evening Fave villager/NPC: Colton, Lobo Fave Ac Game: New Leaf A little about you: My AC passion started with ACWW and I also love Pokémon (Eevee is my fav) and other RPGs like Skyrim and Fallout. I also love my pets (I have a lot^^), reading books and draw some stuff. I’m a student and study the science of language and and literature (but mostly german literature).

 Hannah 👑 Nickname: Han 👑 Age: 24 👑 Birthday: Feb 7th 👑 Timezone: GMT/BST 👑 Best Availability: Evenings and Weekends 👑 Fave Villager/NPC: Chrissy & Cookie, Celeste 👑 Fave AC Game: New Leaf 👑 A little about you: My favourite Pokemon has always been and will always be Vulpix, so when Alolan Vulpix was revealed I lost my shit. I have anime, I write fanfiction, I write stories and edit for a living, I play a lot of other games like League of Legends, World of Warcraft, Persona, Bloodborne - you name it I've probably played it, I love sunflowers and roses, Sailor Moon is my life and aesthetic forever, and finally, I have three cats <3

Jennifer  • Nickname: Jen or Jenny • Age: 21 • Birthday: February 9th • Timezone: UK, GMT • Best Availability: Late night • Fave Villager/NPC : Whitney and Skye • Fave AC Game : New leaf • A little about you I work in retail maybe 2 days a week, I love animals, Disney, games, drawing, reading and writing. Im self teaching guitar and writing songs as a hobby. Tryng to be a vegetarian which is going well, haven't ate meat in a week, yay. The tv shows I like vary in type, I like: The walking daed, Once upon a time and A series of unfortunate events. Movies I like are mostly Disney , the lion king most of all. I also love animals , especially my dog Amber. I do hope to run my own business to rehalibitate pets and wild animals to find homes and re release the healed ones back into the wild. I also appreciate kind and loyal people 💜

Mollie 💖 Nickname: MolflakeMagic (my main gamer tag & online name) 💚 Age: 19 💖 Birthday: December 1st 💚 Timezone: GMT / BST (UK) 💖 Best Availability: Currently Afternoons through to Night unless I'm with family or my boyfriend :3 💚 Fave Villager / NPC: Goldie!! 😍😊 💖 Fave AC Game: Animal Crossing City Folk 😍😊 💚 A little about me: I'm generally very goofy and always looking to make people laugh and smile. I'm currently preparing to move to Nottingham to study at University in September, so essentially preparing to be an official adulty adult xD I play lots of League in my spare time but also love to design on New Leaf, and I'm currently working on completing all the collections for the museum. I also love to dance and I'm also currently starting to learn Japanese :3 When not with my goofball boyfriend or at home, you can usually find me at my grandparents with my doggy Poppy 😍😊

Panyia 🎀 Nickname: Pan/Panini/Pancakes 🎀 Age: 20 🎀 Birthday: Feb. 16th 🎀 Timezone: PST (soon to be HST) 🎀 Best Availability: Depends, usually 12pm - 10 pm 🎀 Fave Villager/NPC: Coco/Celeste 🎀 Fave AC Game: New Leaf 🎀 A little about you: I’m soon-to-be engaged, going to be moving in with my partner very soon. Im usually playing any Harvest Moon game series when I’m not playing AC and helping out with the group. I’ve played other games but it’s too many to name lol. I love watching anime too! They all help me with my mental health and depression, which I try not to let them get to me when I’m helping out with our group ❤️

Ruth 🌸Age: 21 🌸Birthday: 25th December 🌸Timezone: BST/GMT 🌸Best Availability: Usually evenings or any day that I’m off work 🌸Fave villager/NPC: Apple and my fave npc is Kicks ❤️ 🌸Fave AC Game: New Leaf 🌸 A Little about me: I have lived in the south west part of the uk all of my life with my parents and older brother. I love cats so much, I used to have a black cat called Twinkle but he was very ill and passed away from a heart murmur at only 7 years old. I now have a calico called Poppy who I love very much ❤️ I have suffered from anxiety and depression, with the occasional severe migraine (to the point I passed out) since 2013 (but thank goodness I’m nowhere near as bad now) I also love an incredible KPop band called BTS (you may have heard me talk about them already 😛) and playing games like Animal Crossing and Zelda ❤️ Sorry I’m rambling now 😂😂 

[retroservos]

Hi hello!! i'm gonna bug you about the ship meme: tycutio?

Hi there!! Do bug me about Tycutio hehe, all jokes aside, you’re not a bother at all. Also, tycutio was also requested by @primaverasims so here you go aswell! Thank you both for requesting! :D

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General:

Rate the Ship -  

Awful | Ew | No pics pls | I’m not comfortable | Alright | I like it! | Got Pics? | Let’s do it! | Why is this not getting more attention?! | The OTP to rule all other OTPs

How long will they last? - I’d say most of their lives, if not until they die. their relationship is complicated but they’re incredibly close even if they do play-bully each other quite a bit. 

How quickly did/will they fall in love? - Those weird repressed feelings were kinda there for a really long time. It wasn’t a love at first sight cliche by any means, but there was always something there.

How was their first kiss? - More awkward than you’d think. It happened a while back at Tybalt’s surprise party- courtesy of Hermia- after Mercutio accidentally ruined his party. He felt really bad, like really bad. (More on this if I ever get my ass in gear lol) 

Wedding:

Who proposed? - Mercutio. He’s a tricky fella and popped the question at dinner while Tybalt was sipping his wine- typical Capp. Needless to say, Mercutio was drenched in a glorious mix of tears and wine by the end of the night.

Who is the best man/men? - Romeo

Who is the braid’s maid(s)? - Hermia and Juliette, obviously lol

Who stressed the most? - Tybalt, he wanted everything to be perfect.

How fancy was the ceremony? - I’d say pretty fancy, if a Capp is involved things will obviously be pretty extravagant.

Back of a pickup truck | 2 | 3 | 4 | Normal Church Wedding | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Kate and William wish they were this big.

Who was specifically not invited to the wedding? - It was almost Romeo, because Tybalt still has big beef with him but of course, he’s Mercutio’s brother so he had to come. Tybalt and Mercutio were finally able to agree on not inviting Cornwall, who’s always been a less than pleasant uncle to Tybalt. 

Sex:

Who is on top? - Mercutio, no questions asked.

Who is the one to instigate things? - Usually Mercutio

How healthy is their sex life? - Pretty healthy. We’re talking about a relationship involving Mercutio fucking Monty, are we not?

Barely touch themselves let alone each other | 2 | 3 | 4 | Once a couple weeks, nothing overboard | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They are humping each other on the couch right now

How kinky are they? - Hmmm kinky enough to concern anyone in the room over

Straight missionary with the lights off | 2 | 3 | 4 | Might try some butt stuff and toys | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Don’t go into the sex dungeon without a horse’s head

How long do they normally last? - Usually 45 minutes to an hour on average.

Do they make sure each person gets an equal amount of orgasms? - Usually, sometimes it’s more one person’s night than the other. 

How rough are they in bed? - Jesus, they’re vulgar and rough.

Softer than a butterfly on the back of a bunny | 2 | 3 | 4 | The bed’s shaking and squeaking every time | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Their dirty talk is so vulgar it’d make Dwayne Johnson blush. Also, the wall’s so weak it could collapse the next time they do it.

How much cuddling/snuggling do they do? - After that, Tybalt usually falls right asleep (lmao) and Mercutio spoons him a bit. The next mornings are never easy..

No touching after sex | 2 | 3 | 4 | A little spooning at night, or on the couch, but not in public | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They snuggle and kiss more often than a teen couple on their fifth date to a pillow factory.

Children:

How many children will they have naturally? - Maybe 1 or two

How many children will they adopt? - Most likely 1, unless Mercutio someone gives in and wants to end up with more responsibility 

Who gets stuck with the most diapers? - Tybalt

Who is the stricter parent? - Tybalt, but Mercutio can be pretty stern too.

Who stops the kid(s) from doing dangerous stunts after school? - They both would want their kids to be safe, and not do the dumb shit they both did as kids/teens. 

Who remembers to pack the lunch(es)? - Tybalt is up at 5, getting everything ready before Mercutio goes in to wake them up. 

Who is the more loved parent? - Mercutio is the cool dad everyone would want, which sometimes bothers Tybalt because he’s not the most responsible even though he’s a good father. 

Who is more likely to attend the PTA meetings? They take turns. 

Who cried the most at graduation? - Mercutio for sure 

Who is more likely to bail the child(ren) out of trouble with the law? - Mercutio just because he’s always been the kind of dude with balls to do a lot of dumb shit, so he can understand rebellious kids. 

Cooking:

Who does the most cooking? - Mercutio, his little niche so to speak roots back to the tricks his uncle taught him at the restaurant on weekends. 

Who is the most picky in their food choice? - Tybalt is ridiculously picky and it drives Mercutio absolutely batty. 

Who does the grocery shopping? - Tybalt, if he let Mercutio shop their pantries would be filled with junk food. 

How often do they bake desserts? - Mercutio bakes quite often, he’s the one to surprised Tybalt with a nice cake after work just because. 

Are they more of a meat lover or a salad eater? - Mercutio doesn’t mind his greens, but prefers junk over the healthy stuff Tybalt eats all the time. 

Who is more likely to surprise the other(s) with an anniversary dinner? - Tybalt is the one to take Mercutio out, whereas Mercutio would prefer a little setup in the comfort of their own. 

Who is more likely to suggest going out? - Tybalt, as I mentioned above hehe

Who is more likely to burn the house down accidently while cooking? - Mercutio is a big klutz, but does most of the cooking. Tybalt never knows what’ll happen, so he’s got the fire department on speed dial just in case. 

Chores:

Who cleans the room? - Tybalt

Who is really against chores? - Mercutio will literally lay around and procrastinate until Tybalt does them for him. 

Who cleans up after the pets? - Mercutio, Tybalt is too squeamish to pick up after the pets.

Who is more likely to sweep everything under the rug? - Mercutio, but after cleaning for too long Tybalt would totally be the one to sweep stuff under the rug. 

Who stresses the most when guests are coming over? - Tybalt. He feels like everything needs to be spotless if Capps are coming over.

Who found a dollar between the couch cushions while cleaning? - Mercutio lmao, he’s got a stash of just the money he’s found between the cushions. 

Misc:

Who takes the longer showers/baths? - Tybalt, he’s always got to pamper himself. He’s a high maintenance man. 

Who takes the dog out for a walk? - Mercutio

How often do they decorate the room/house for the holidays? - Mercutio is always the one to decorate wayyyy too early. Especially for Halloween. 

What are their goals for the relationship? - To be on the same page and not let their differences tear them apart.

Who is most likely to sleep till noon? - Mercutio. He’s like a bear, he could sleep for a whole day if he wanted to. 

Who plays the most pranks? - Mercutio, but Tybalt’s pranks are super unexpected when he does decide to serve up some payback. 

[pagesoflauren]

Monday Afternoons and Evenings with Jack (Jack Lowden x reader)

a lil continuation of this thing that I wrote last night. I'm not procrastinating this time, I'm just bored in class :P

(not my gif! But it’s good visual for Jack wandering about the grocery store!)

Mondays are confusing. It’s the beginning of the week; there's a lot of moving parts shifting into gear, people trying to get into the groove of the week and just generally trying to switching from weekend mode to work mode.

Your Monday was hectic; once you got into the office, printers and copiers were going off and you immediately had people running up to you asking for information you had on your computer. You got to your cubicle with a cacophony of questions following you.

Once you helped everyone, you sighed and your eyes fell to a framed picture of you and Jack on your graduation day. He's holding you tightly by your waist and smushing your cheek with a kiss. His eyes are closed and you're laughing, one hand up holding onto your cap so that it doesn't tumble off your head.

Looking at the picture, you remember you need to text Jack your grocery list to make dinner. You had decided to make a chicken and rice dish. When you looked up the recipe again, you laughed to yourself.

Jack it’s a long grocery list. Can you handle it? Of course hennie. Mum didn’t raise no fool. You’ve been watching too much Fresh Prince You can never have too much Will Smith! Whatever you say :P I’m sending you the list right now

Jack’s eyebrows raised when you sent him your twenty-item list of things to pick up at the grocery store. He had gone grocery shopping before, but you were always with him. His responsibilities were pushing the cart and grabbing things that were too high for you to reach on the shelf. When he did go on his own, he usually picked up something easy like milk or butter. He definitely didn’t want to look like a fool in a grocery store, he was a grown-ass man after all. But then again, how difficult could it be? Everything’s labeled after all and the signs are clear, indicating which section of the store he’s in. If he can do it with you, he most certainly can do it without you.

“Hello, this is Y/N. I’m about to go for lunch, so may I--” “Y/N!” “...Jack?” “Heh...hi hennie. Um...” “Are you alright? Why are you calling my desk phone?” “Oh, everything’s fine, m’fine my love. But uh...which milk do we usually get?” “2%.” “Well...what color is it?” “It’s in the green carton.” There’s a pause.  “Jack?” “Yeah?” “It’s the green carton with the cow in the party hat.” “Yes! Yeah, of course...” There’s a pause; you hear the fridge door open and close. “Jack, darling?” “Yes?” “Would it help if I put brands on the grocery lists from now on?” “...Yes.”  You smile, you can see the image of a confused Jack, scratching the back of his head, maybe a slight tint of pink on his cheeks.  “Okay. Are you almost done?” “Yeah, all I needed was the milk. I’m heading to the registers now.” “Great. I’ll see you at home.” There’s proclamations of love and he tells you to have a good lunch with your friend, and you remind him to not put the eggs at the bottom of the bag. 

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You come home to Jack finishing up a phone call with his agent in the living room. You immediately go to the kitchen to start preparing the ingredients for dinner. 

“Welcome home, hennie,” you hear Jack say, and feel his kiss on your cheek. You turn to face him and lean up to kiss him, “Hi, my love. Thank you for going to the grocery.” “Of course. I hope I got everythin’ righ’. I was double checkin’ and second guessin’. Yer cookin’ is class A, bu’ if I get the wrong things I know it’s all over.” You giggle, “Jack Lowden, you are the last person I’d expect to be so worried over groceries.” “M’just tryin’ to fluff up my feathers! Gotta show yeh I’d be a good husband n’ all.” You smile. Even if he messed up you know he’d make a great husband. You caress his face, bringing him down to pepper kisses along his cheeks. “Don’t you worry too much about that, my love. It takes more than the wrong groceries to drive me away.”

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Jack is scarfing down dinner and almost about to lick his plate clean after you’re done cooking. His mum calls and he brags about dinner. When she asks if he helped, he says, “I bought the stuff and put the pan in the oven.” You giggle, calling, “I’ll get him to cook one of these days!”

Since you cooked, Jack washes the dishes. You change and get ready for bed in your shared bedroom, opening a drawer and pulling a sweater out. A thud against the hardwood floor catches your attention. You look around, finding a small velvet box at your feet. 

Your heart races and you pick up the box with shaking hands. You open it, finding a beautiful ring with your birthstone in the center, with diamonds surrounding it. Tears fill your eyes. When did he get this? How long has he had it? Is this even what you think it is? When is he going to ask you? There’s a concert on Friday, is that--

There’s suddenly footsteps on the stairs. You close the box and stuff it back where it was stashed in the drawer. You pull Jack’s sweater over your head and turn to face him as he calls you.

“What will it be tonight?” he asks. You can’t think. “Um...” “I can get The Office queued up. Seems like a nice way to relax since you had a full day and cooked.” “Y-Yeah. Yes, of course.” “Are you alright?” he’s in front of you in a second, and you feel like you can’t breathe.  “Yeah,” you say, taking a deep breath, “Just...I’m just tired is all.” “Well, we don’t have to be up too long. I can just put it on and ye an knock out whenever.”

You look at him. You love him. God, you love him. You put your hands on either side of his face and pull him into a kiss. He seems surprised, but doesn’t oppose it. He holds your waist and brings you closer. “I love you, Jack,” you say quietly, almost inaudibly. He smiles, his dimple popping out, “I love you, too, Y/N. Now, come on, I feel a bad case’a the cuddles coming on.”

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okay I honestly don’t know where the ring thing came from. I don’t plan these out, I just write them on a whim and now I’m like, “Lauren what have you done?!” 

BUT ANYWAY YEAH I GUESS I’M DOING THE WHOLE REST OF THE WEEK WITH JACK LMAO Lemme know what y’all think!!! 

[hasafraker]

Ride to Work

I think last month was ride your bicycle to work day, week, month or something. I totally missed the boat mostly because I just didn’t have a way to carry all my stuff with me. Rather than kill myself trying for the sake of doing it on the designated day, I have finally gotten what I need to just do it every day. I got a rack and some bags last weekend for my Jamis Coda Elite.

Got a few other things as well, a lock to make sure it stays where I left it. I’ve seen others drop their horse shoe style lock in the rails of the rack, and would you look at that mine fits there perfectly too!

So this last Monday I worked from home, yes its a thing! When I worked for the place that shall not be named, my boss there was very adamant that nobody was allowed to work from home (except him) because he didn’t trust that you would be working. Yeah ok... I got nothing, my new job/boss is like “you will work from home 4 days a week, 1 week a month and if you need to work from home on a particular day for whatever reason just let me know we’ll figure it out.” WOW such forward thinking I don’t know how to act. 

Anyhow so Monday I worked from home, my laptop weighs a TON! It might as well be a legit boat anchor when it comes to carrying this beast on my bicycle. The bags I got (which I will review later for fun) are quite spacious and swallowed the laptop, power supply, headset, change of clothes, towel, lunch box and misc other stuff that I pack to work w/out any problems. 

Now mind you, I’ve been trying to get out and ride 3x a week at the minimum to make sure I am in shape enough to survive the 5 mile ride to work. You laugh, “hah a mere 5miles?! you smell of elder berries!” No really, this is a rough 5 miles. I’ve never lived in a place that was more hill ridden in my life! From the house I ride up hill about a mile to the first main road that runs towards work. Then the next 3.5 miles are flatter but slightly downhill, it’s a decent roll and I can get cranking on it pretty good. The last .5 miles... I should nickname it the murder hill because the grade is ridiculous.

Wednesday mornings ride started out great, yay, riding to work, this will be glorious! I head out, first hill, no big deal, heart pounding, breathing heavy, legs warming up wow the bike feels really heavy lol. As I crest the top of the first big hill and get ready to turn right at the light my legs are really burning. I will say one thing for traffic here in MD is that bicyclists are tolerated really well? Maybe it’s just really pro-bicycle? I’ve only had 1 motorist honk at me and in retrospect she may have been honking at another driver for not letting her get out from behind me. 

Anyhow, so the next stretch I really get going there are a few upward sections that slow me down some but it’s mostly flattish so this is where I make my time, even the roads are in decent shape so I’m not dodging potholes or anything. 

Then I reach the decent before a good downhill section and I attack it with as much energy as I can because I want to carry some speed through to see how far I can get up the hill before I have to start down shifting to keep the wheels moving. I’m in top gear about 1/3rd of the way down because I was already moving pretty fast, now I’m going probably 30+ mph and the FRICKIN LIGHT CHANGES!! GAH! So I downshift because I don’t want the cross traffic to road pizza me and stop at the light panting. Green light and now I’m at the bottom on the hill before the murder hill and I have to climb this section first to get to the real hill... real hill, like this hill is just an illusion that’s kicking my ass? If only that were so. 

So I get up the hill, and again catch another red light and grab a drink while I wait for the light to change. Now this downhill section at the bottom of the murder hill is just long enough for me to get nearly into top gear with some serious effort on my part, but with traffic coming and going on both sides of the road I feel a little like Mad Max now because I’m trying again not to die on my way to work and the motorists only have so much humor when it comes to cyclists so I do try not to surprise them by popping out in front of them without any notice. I manage to slip in behind the last mini van to go by and find a gap in the oncoming cars so I’m able to slip all the way over to the left side of the road because there is a second lane on that side for traffic turning into any of the multiple driveways over there vs a 2′ shoulder on the right side of the road.

So now as I attack the murder hill and shift down into 1st as fast as I can and just try to keep the cranks spinning so the wheels don’t stop I can feel my heart rate climb, my lungs are burning almost as much as my legs and I push myself and push myself and I can feel my breakfast threatening to make another appearance and I tell myself not to think about it and just keep the pedals going and I realize at this point that if I don’t stop I will likely either pass out and fall over or puke, or both, and if I’m really unlucky maybe even a heart attack is lurking in there for me! Ok so I unclip first because I’ve had a number of “OMG I can’t get out of my clips and I’m going to fall now” recently and I don’t want to crash with my new bags and my laptop and all my stuff so yeah at least I had enough brain power left to remember to unclip first. 

I get off the bike and walk it the remaining 200′ to the first driveway that is linked to the work parking lots. I grab another drink, catch my breath a little, hop back on the bike and will my legs back to work again pushing the pedals and off we go, I find a little service road that takes me to another road that seems like it goes off into nowhere so I jump the curb and ride along a volleyball court and come to another drive that comes to the first manned guard access gate. WHEW I’m gonna make it! I get there, badge in and ask for directions to the building where the Gym is located because employees can use the showers there if they need to. Boy do I need to at this point because I’m dripping sweat.

I roll down to that building, another guard nearby directs me to the nearest bike rack, I get locked up, grab my bag with my change of clothes and he then tells me how to find the showers, what a guy! I got showered and dressed and back to the bike. Load back up and now I have like 2 blocks to slow ride cause I’m beat to get to my building and stow my bike and head up to my floor so I can get to work. 

So that was my first day riding to work! The ride home was seemingly easier but I don’t think it really is, the murder hill is fun going back the other way but if you don’t mind the potholes (there are a couple I have discovered) your water bottles will eject from their bottle cage (cage my ass) like little rockets that you may never find again especially if the cars behind you think it’s a game and try to run them over for you... :(  but... the murder hill I can really fly down and carry enough speed to reach the top of the next hill which makes that section easier. Once you head past that and through the next downhill section the long stretch to the last mile to the house is mostly uphill some is not as bad as others but still by the time I got home I was a sweaty mess.

I didn’t let my first day stop me oh no, my second day I got up, got ready and looked outside and it was POURING lmao just my luck, well... we have just 1 car right now, my motorcycle is in the shop getting new brake lines and the bicycle is all I have so I suited up and off I went and soaked to the bone I got, my gear was still fairly wet by the time I went home that day. The benefit to riding in the rain and having showers at work is, I don’t wear a rain cover, who cares I’m not made of sugar right? The rain and wind keep you much cooler so that helps, other wise I’m just soggy which for a long ride would be miserable but 5 miles is totally no big deal.

Then yesterday it was still raining on my way to work but not as hard so that was actually very pleasant I dare say I enjoyed it. However yesterday, I made it up the murder hill without having to get off my bike! Woohoo!! Then last night my wife got done with her job early and offered to come get me at work and just put my bike in the back and I declined, I like riding, I told her it would be fine. It was 86 degrees yesterday when I left work so I was cooking and sweating but again, I enjoy the ride, I like pushing myself it makes me feel alive and I’m hoping in the long run will improve my fitness level and help me bring my weigh back down.

So there you go... I’m riding my bicycle to work now every day, though I do reserve the right to ride my motorcycle on days when it’s pouring because trying to dry my stuff out before the ride home is a bit of a pita lol otherwise, go out there and get it!

If you ever wanted to ride to work and you have the time, that is the big investment here, if you live within 10miles of your job it’s very doable, even 15 if you’re very fit, 20 becomes more trouble because now we’re talking 1hr to 1hr 20 minutes. I needed a rack and panniers because a backpack will put my arms to sleep and I can’t ride like that. I remember what it was like in HS and now I have carpal tunnel and bad arthritis in my thumbs and yeah no not gonna do it. 

I encourage anybody who has the desire, who has a bicycle worthy of the commute, to give it a shot, even if it’s just once, just to say you did, and if you can do it on the bike to work day/week/month well if the area you live in does that sort of thing there could be a free meal and swag in it for you. Here the LBS’s and some local food and sporting goods places are really big on it and get together and have rides and food and it was a little crazy I was sad I missed it.

I will probably start doing bits on my ride to work shenanigans, like how to fix a flat tire or more likely how NOT to fix a flat tire on the side of the road on your way to work and not take too much time so you’re not late hehe. Anyhow my peoples, have a great week, get outside, be happy and healthy!

[cmnatic]

Get to know me in 100 Questions

1) Have you ever been in a relationship?

Yesss

2) Do you have a crush on anybody?

OH DO I

3) Is there anyone you don’t like?

Generally? People who can’t accept others, be it expressing themselves how they like, or whose hand they choose too hold

4) What is your sexuality?

Gay (GOTY)

5) Do you have any siblings? If so are they older or younger?

Two! And they’re younger, they’re my Brothers.

6) What are your plans for the near future?

(Very) near future is to move away from my Home Town. attend University, start a-fresh and be able to express myself in multiple ways, away from my family

7) What do you usually wear everyday?

Depends on the day, during the week it’s shirt and tie with cargo’s for Work, and on the weekends it’s t-shirt and jeans generally. Unless I’m riding, then it’s thick ass gear the entire time.

8) What songs do you like to listen to?

I’ll cover this answer in a post somewhere

9) Can you give me a link to one of the songs you listen to?

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M6JpxDebokM

10) What are you usually fond doing?

Driving, attending concerts or chilling with people that I love.

11) What’s your favorite movie genre?

I want to say Horror, but specifically psychological horror. Though, I think Crime / Thrillers is my answer.

12) Do you have any movie recommendations?

The Closet Monster, The way he looks, a few.

13) When is your birthday (Month, day)?

23rd August :S

14) What is your favorite colour?

Blue! or maybe purple. Why not both? live a little

15) What country do you live in?

United Kingdom!

16) Who do you look up to?

Probably Chance the rapper, I find his Music and his story very moving. I don’t want to become him, but what he’s done and his History. Very inspiring. But actually, I would say a colleague that I had the pleasure of working with. He’s improved his life, and is working in a very very cool place.

17) What religion are you in? (Christianity, Buddhism, etc.)

I’m not a followerer of any.

18) What books/fanfics do you recommend for me to read?

To be honest, I’m not really a fan of Books or fanfics as a whole.

19) What are some topics that trigger you?

I don’t really know???

20) What are some of your pet peeves?

A) Loud chewers B) Heavy breathers C) Earphones tangling

21) What shows/anime do you recommend for me to watch?

I reccommend a few TV Shows, I could never get into Anime. Dexter, Hannibal (it’s pretty gory to say the least though) Still game, I have a list. 22) What is your favorite food?

A stir-fry of some description, but like Steak or maybe Chicken to be honest 23) Who is your favorite [Insert anime/show] character?

Will Graham? Oh no! Elliot from Mr Robot, I have a huuuuuuuuuge crush for (Young) Rami Malek

24) What is your favorite kind of chocolate (milk chocolate, dark, special dark, white chocolate, etc.)

Not really a fan of chocolate as a whole, but if I was to have any, I’d choose white chocolate

25) If you could be anywhere in the world, where would you be?

Sweden, or maybe Denmark?

26) Can you draw? If so can you draw yourself/your muse?

Oh how I desperately wish.

27) What hairstyle do you usually have?

Literally cannot describe without providing a photo of it.

28) Do you have another blog? If so can you tell me what it is?

Yeah! https://blog.cmnatic.co.uk

29) What do you like to snack on when you’re bored?

Popcorn or ....... whatever I can find lmao

30) What is your favorite popcorn flavor?

I know how bad it is, but salted.

31) What is your favorite potato chip flavor?

Sweet chili, yeaaah

32) What is the best food to make with potatoes?

Curly fries, fight me if you think otherwise

33) Do you have more interest in planets or stars?

Stars are pretty.

34) What is your Chinese zodiac?

I had to google this but, the Rabbit? I’d say I agree with it actually.

35) What is your horoscope? 36) Do you play video games?

Yeah, a few. Not anywhere near as much as I used too.

37) What video games do you play?

Project Cars, Dirt Rally, League of Legends, and slwoly getting back into Starcraft 2

38) What is your least favorite color?

Yellow, or green.

39) What is your least favorite movie?

I can’t name one specifically ,but I hatedd the Transformers series as a whole. Alongsie other stuff.

40) What is your least favorite food?

Far too much, I don’t like fish, mushrooms, tomatoes. Yeah, i’m pretty bland lmao.

41) What’s your favorite country?

Depends on the Season, Sweden is gorgeous in the Winter, but the UK can be lovely during the Summer so.

42) What is your favorite state? 43) What place would you like to go for sightseeing?

America to be honest, or Iceland actually!

44) Who are your five favorite characters? 45) What are your top five ships?

- @alotofalotte + Harry = lorry

- Yuri and Viktor, though they’re a thing so. I’m behind it regardless.

46) Would you rather see the future or change the past?

I feel like I could make so much more use of the Future, rather then change the past.

47) If you could change one thing in your life, what would it be?

- A lot. But probably my anxiety and the people I’m surrounded by.

48) If you could be anything what would you be?

Firefighter or a Paramedic actually.

49) What’s better: earrings or necklaces?

Necklaces fo’ sure.

50) What’s your favorite flower?

Cheesy, but despite what it does to my alergies, it’ll be lavendar or elderflower.

51) What’s your favorite band/singer?

Gonna do both because I can’t choose:

Band - Iron Maiden, Guns N roses, Fleetwood Mac

Artists - Post-malone, Troye Sivan, Lorde (but Heroine era) Stevie

52) Who’s your favorite artist?

Probably Troye.

53) What is your favorite quote and who’s it by? 54) What’s your favorite book and who’s it by? 55) Who’s your favorite author? 56) What do you think of [Insert blog name]? 57) Do you like to play board games/card games?

Yes!

58) What’s your favorite board game?

In Sweden, there’s a ‘traditional’ Board Game called “Bondespelet” where you manage a farm, choose the crops that you want plant during the Seasons, and you have to make as much Money as you can and beat the other farmers.

59) What’s your favorite card game to play?

Cards against Humanity, my sick humour can’t hide that lmao.

60) Will you ever do a face reveal?

Possibly, lets see if I continue well with my weight loss.

61) Do you wear glasses or contact lenses?

No! But I used too wear glasses a few years ago.

62) Do you have braces or anything for your teeth?

Nope

63) What’s your favorite form of art?

Music, or photography.

64) Do you like to cook/bake?

Cook, yes

65) What’s your favorite food to cook/bake?

Oh gosh, anything really. I just like the act of cooking.

66) 67) Do you wear any accessories?

Nope, not really.

68) What’s your favorite kind of cookie?

Chocolate chip if I had to choose.

69) Are you still a virgin?

Heh. *ahem* I don’t advertise if I am or not, people who know me, know if I am or not. 70) What inspires you?

Seeing the work that other people do.

71) What’s your favorite poem and who’s it by? 72) What’s your favorite brand?

Oh this is a good one, I can’t think of particular ultra favourites.

73) Norse or Greek mythology?

Norse. 74) Favorite YouTuber and why?

Big Narstie, he’s beyond hilarious. Or uh, Jim Sterling. Bigclive live, he dissaembles electrics and stuff. Very cool stuff

75) What your favorite drink?

Ribena, or capri-sun or, Greggs Lemonade. Depends on the day to be honest. I’m like a pregnant woman in that sense.

76) would you rather drink coffee or tea?

Neither, I don’t drink both

77) Soda or no soda?

Again, changes like upon the week.

78) What’s your favorite soda?

Coke cherry.

79) Minecraft or Terraria?

Minecraft, though Terraria is quite fun too.

80) Are you still in school?

Nope, but I will be heading into Uni shortly.

81) Would you rather married or single?

I honestly don’t know, I’d say married cause I hated being Single once I wasn’t single.

82) Are you friends with any blogs irl?

Yes!

83) What’s better: hot or cold?

Cold. For. Definite.

84) Are you an introvert, extrovert, or somewhere between?

I was an Introvert, I’d like to think over the past year I’ve been leaning more to extrovert, but I’d still be majorly introvert.

85) Do you curse/say bad words?

Too fuckin’ much. I even change them up, makes it interesting. 86) Did you ever witness bad incidents or accidents?

Yeah.

87) Have you ever gotten into a bad incident or accident?

Yeah, Ive come off a motorbike twice, I wouldn’t say it was serious, but damn i felt it for a good few days. My knee from the 2nd one still causes me a bit of pain here and there today.

88) What language(s) do you speak?

Swedish and English

89) If you could speak any language what would it be?

It’d be something like German, It’s aggressive but there’s something about it. idk.

90) What are your opinions on sharks?

Fin.

91) Do you have any pets? How many?

3 pets!

92) What’s your favorite element?

I don’t really have one aha. But it’d be ones that people combine to make a funny work, I like those kinds of things.

93) What’s your favorite season?

Winter, or the season before Winter when it transitions from Summer to winter (fall?)

94) Have you ever gotten trouble? What for?

No, not really. Had run-ins with the police, but nothing came of it and/or was anything to do with me.

95) would you rather go on defense or offense?

Defense

96) Choose one: Spiders, Snakes, or Sharks?

None, all of them terrify me.

97) What place have you gone to for vacation? Was it fun?

Spain, that was quite enjoyable!

98) Do you have any phobias? What are some of them? 99) What’s your favorite time of the year?

Again, winter. But I’ve enjoy the Summer of this year, so many things with sos many cool people.

100) Top bunk or bottom bunk?

Bottom bunk, even though I’m certified at working at heights. Watching me climb up ladders is a sight and a half. I can’t be dealing with that when I first wake up.

[ktrxs]

2.5.19 | GSD

My 80 hour work weekday 2.

So, the DREAM was 80 hours, but LMAO I was never gonna guise. It’s just a number to reach for.

If I did 80 hours in 6 days, it would be torture. That was 14 hours m-f and 10 hours on sat.

GUISE. You’re awake for 16 hours. That means you have exactly 2 hours to wake up, do hygiene things, eat, cook, clean, deal with your kids and husband, talk to friends and family, exercise and try to squeeze in reading time. In 2 hours. 

Yo exercise alone takes up an hour.

So, you have 1 hour to do everything else.

Impossible. LMAO. Well I knew I wouldn’t do 14 hour days. It was something to strive for and reach for and to get my butt into gear with my business. 

And I am so happy. I have accomplished things in the last two days that I’ve been needing to do for months.

This is so amazing! Like, right now, I’m like. okay I have two hours left, what can I do?

I’M RUNNING OUT OF THINGS TO DO.

Yesterday, I worked 10.5 hours. I revised a blog post and wrote a massive 4,000+ one that needs editing. I then got really far in my coursework and finished off the night doing yearly domain maintence that I’ve been putting off.

I also fixed DECODEING because that was down for who knows how long.

And then today I am currently on 10 hours and I’m going for 12 today. I haven’t exercised yet but will be doing that afterwards. I usually head to bed at 2am, so it’s fine.

I edited a big post that I wrote a month ago, and I finally learned how to make automation emails. And I set up a mini sales funnel. I have been wanting to piece this shit togeter for the longest time OMG.

I didn’t do any writing today. I started on another post but I just couldn’t I think my brain was worn down from that massive writing session yesterday. So, I gave it a break and worked on something else and I’m so glad that I did!

Things are finally moving. I just had to sit my ass done and work lol. I’m liking this work week

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Okay so I just heard about hvz and it sounds EPIC! I really wanna do it! I saw u had your plan of operation so any tips for newcomers?

1)The Asshole rule, if something you think of would be a dick move or even slightly dangerous DONT DO IT. this is a game, you can take it seriously but be respectful to other players. this is rule #1. keep in mind you are a representative of the game to your college so dont break the rules!! the mods word is law so if youre going to make any modifications to your blaster GET THEM CLEARED WITH THE MODS!!!!!

2) KNOW YOUR WEAPONS. Nerf gun selection is important if you want to survive, especially till late game. you can technichally survive til late game with a 1-3 shot derringer by turtling but you will not survive survive the boss with it. during the final fray you could be facing a veritable horde of zombies depending on how good the zombies are that year. you will not survive if you dont have a decent gun or at least a bag full of sock grenades, nor will you survive a trip to get a better gun. When it comes to HVZ its nerf or nothing, off brand guns will jam, and sometimes they wont even accept the same type of darts. make sure to select your weapon based off RELIABILITY, MAGAZINE CAPACITY, RATE OF FIRE AND RELOAD SPEED. below is a short guide to the weapon types that will save your bacon if you even survive the first day.a. sock grenades: buy a cheap bulk pack of generic sock and add some duck tape and you have the HVZ version of a shuriken. if you put anything else in it you will be banned forever. extremely handy in a pinch if you dont freeze up when your gun jams. keep a few in your belt loops. if you have a bag with shoulder loops put them in those or in some easy to reach location. this will save your ass if your gun jams, so practice throwing them from those spots. if youre going to practice, always throw with your off hand! you main hand will be holding a jammed gun so even if you have a sling you want to get good at throwing with your other hand. ususally you will be in very close quarters as they will rush you when you gun jams so accuracy is important but not incredibly so. do it mainly for the muscle memory as you know what to do without hesitation. keep in mind nerfs darts will count aswell but are not as easy to throw.b. the trusty revolver: will never jam unless you have somehow used all of your karma. cons: small magazine and long reload time. try and get a hammer action instead of a slide action if you are getting a one as you can use it if you dont have sling for your rifle in a pinch.c. mag fed nerf guns: you can lay down incredible fire power until your gun inevitably jams. doubly so for both if you have an automatic. keep you batteries fresh and only use stiff darts to cut down on the chance of a jam happening. they are also the slowest to fire as the fly wheels have to spin up. also the flywheels make noise that will give away your positon, so be careful of door dives. also keep in mind your ammo use as its to easy to just spray and pray so make sure to bring spare magazines if you can get them. smaller clips tend to jam less but leaves you having to reload more often. always pack a mag a few darts under capacity to prevent stovepipes happening. d. roto-rifles: god tier, very reliable and with a decent magazine capacity at the cost of incredibly long reloads. decent rate of fire depending on how dextrous you aree. mega darts are awesome: these huge darts are very accurate but their size reduces magazine capacity. the roto-fury is probably my favorite gun due to its accuracy and modest magazine capacity and it being a roto-rifle. keep in mind, as awesome as megadarts are you have less rounds and mega darts are not as common so you cant scrounge for ammo if you run lowf. exotic weapons are usually unreliable:keep away from enormous bullet hoses like the rhino or vulcan, they take forever to reload if you dont carry spare belts/mags and their complexity makes them jam easily. the flip guns such as the flip fury with multiple 6 round drums are not incredibly reliable and it takes practice to use them efficiently. they are fun though. keep in mind a fuck hueg gun will have to be hidden when youre indoorsg. the scatter gun: marshmellow blaster work like a shotgun and are very funonly downside is if a zombie catches one in their mouth you become stunned, and its difficult to store extra tubes h. buy some spare ammo no matter what. you will thank yourself later.

3) STOCK UP ON YOUR FAVOURITE FOODS AND KNOW YOUR SAFE ZONESthe dining halls are safe, but the surrounding area is not. expect a fight if you go there, even if its the first daytowards the late game one of the priviliges zombies get is eating at the cafeterias without having anything to lose. the second you leave the cafeteria you will get mobbed by zombies who were eating lunch when you walked in and are ready to get you once youve had your final meal. be prepared to spend time in your safe room waiting out the apocalypse. if possible cook and eat in your dorm and avoid the hassle.

4) get yourself a good squad. doing it solo is hell, but atleast if your squad gets turned you dont have to face your friends who all decide to door dive you or besiege you. if theyre good friends expect them to want to go after you and your squad specifically. 

5) know your routes and peak times when everyone is out. avoidance is the best policy if you want to survive. keep in mind zombies will often call other zombies to where you are and so you want to keep to odd routes and times. sometimes you may have to wake up early to catch a caravan or to avoid prime zombie hours. dont be afraid to stay in academic buildings as they are safe zones so you want to avoid the after class battle back to the dorms/parking lot. keep in mind this is still dangerous solo, but if your gun isnt great you may need to do this sometimes.

6) change your plan if it gets leaked to someone outside the squad or if a squad member gets turned. knowing where you are or where youre going to be is half the battle for zombies.

7) SOCK YOUR ALLIES. you dont know who Patient Zero so and theyre disguised as a human until theyre ousted hence why you throw a sock grenade or shoot every single human you meet. the carrier could be anyone, even one of your squaddies. have a 13-14 minute timer going and re-stun everyone. if you set a 15 minute timer you might get tagged as youre trying to stun them.

8) CONSTANT VIGILANCE, keep you eyes open for bandanas at ALL TIMES. if the bandana is worn in a questionable way or blends in with the clothes you can dispute the tag! also dont give up your humanity if you think a tag was illegal! if you have doubts call a mod, the second you give up your code the mods cant do shit for you! beware players who will try and blend into crowds! ive heard stories of humans walking to class unarmed due to an ankle bandana and keeping cool, and zombies that will spring out of crowds to get you. if you are off campus THE GAME IS NOT ON PAUSE make sure to atleast have some sock grenades. there is a famous story from goucher about a player who went to a baseball game and his friends tagged him AT THE GAME. you can also be tagged through open windows so be careful. 

9) be prepared for exercise! you are going to be running ALOT so NO JEANS! make sure your shoes are comfy to run in and if you bring a thermal make sure it is thin and VERY breathable! will keep you warm when youre not fighting/running and will the airflow when youre running will keep you from overheating. I highly recommend a thin fleece and shorts depending on the weather that week. if possible do some cardio training and quit smoking tobbacco/weed. one of my friends got tagged the first day while having a smoke. if you have a vape/patches/lozenges you will be far less likely to get tagged and will have a better lung capacity once the game starts.

10) Dont be afraid to improvise! make sure you have some spare supplies to fix your guns but more importantly you may want to make modifications/gear out of duct tape or whatever else. a short length of rope makes an excellent rifle sling because carrying a fuckhueg rifle gets tiresome. duct tape can be fashioned into a shoulder holster for your sidearm, avoid leg holsters due to the probability of your gun falling out when youre fleeing zombies. tape your socks up or you wont be able to throw them effectively. if you have multiple magazines you can duck tape them into double mags for convenience, if youre feeling really fancy you can build a speed loader for your revolver. such gear is handy for everyday use and in a pinch. 

11) BEWARE THE DOOR DIVE, if your roomates are playing you may want to arrange your furniture to deter door dives. one of my friends created a ring of desks and dressers around the door in order to safely shoot zombies. you are not safe within 10 feet of a door so be careful. 12) be lowkey at all costs, if you end up a high priority target you WILL be besieged and get turned. especially if you have good friends.

13) go to your missions!! they are fun and will effect the outcome of the game. however if you think a mod is making a poor call dont be afraid to go home if you think you might get hurt / turned

14) numbers mean safety and success, for humans AND zombies. Travel in caravans for better protection or hordes for a better chance of tagging someone. Stealth is always an option too but is very dangerous. dont be afraid to be patient and try and wait it out somewhere safe if its peak hours.

experience: 3 semesters of HVZ at goucher colllege, HVZs birthplace. I have played with and against the 6th ranked zombie in the world, Morgan Richter. I have also survived a grand total of 259 hours as a human. im super excited for you as HVZ is HELLAremember to be on your toes and most importantly HAVE FUN (and b urself lmao)i hope these tips help you survive and GOOD LUCK