#dance challenege

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Dancing Fearow

Another design from my pkmn challenege! This one is themed after the dancing japanese crane, so lovely. I could believe this fella to be a real variant! Available for sale on the Clovercoin toyhouse! AJD . ART

[entering--hyperspace]

Leo went from legionnaire to Tribune all within a year and I cant help but think about how he would be viewed in charr society as bit of a mixed bag.

I think he would be popular among the less elite like ranchers, Gladiums, and otherwise those who are bit of outcasts themselves. Even though they may not all be hardened warriors, they make up a large portion of society even if its not the ones in power. Outside of taking part in the battle against Zhaitan, he doesn't have anything at face value (Like Rytlock wielding Sohothin) as something that warrants popularity or an acceptance to jumping the ranks so quickly, so theres a bit more rumors and guesses surrounding why and how he was able to achieve such things.

What they do know is:

-He lost nearly entire warband and had to rebuild it with honorable gladium

-Challeneged his legionnare in the gladiator arena, won, and chose mercy

-Rytlock very obviously took a shine to him

- Was "rewarded" to become a tribune after recapturing claw island (this was really just an excuse for Bangar to keep tabs on the new commander while also knowing that if Leo got included into whatever the commander was doing, he had his own soldier that ultimately had to answer to Him in his pocket that was also less of a loose canon than Rytlock was.)

In between Personal story ->Ls2 Leo was working primarily within the black citadel and doing things the commander didn't. I think there might've been a lot of presumtions made about Leo that he had to gracefully fight through or brush aside. But the thing with Leo is that this was an opportunity he has been preparing for for a Long Time. He knows he cant just thrust his ideals and beliefs upon the charr and expect change to happen over-night, he has to be subtle. He does a great job in dancing to their tune while also doing things His Way and showing how he can get equal or better results while using whatever language is better suited to the ears around them. Its easier to say "by having less casualties we can better focus on these other threats which will be more efficent in the long run and turn out a larger profit" vs "I dont want soldier getting hurt needlessly." Its still a harder hill he has to fight up towards, but by taking it slow And successfully setting out what hes asked to do, he proves that he earned the rank he was given.

I do think Leo becomes pretty well liked later into the story especially by living story 5 but its cool to think about the beginnings

[thenorthblues]

@naviculariis x

Now this was a dance the shorter was familiar with, made all the more fun by his newest partner playing along rather easily. Killer leaned into his space, and Shachi hardly even flinched, not one to back down from a challenege. The game was on, and judging by the blond's response, he had the slight advantage of surprise.

The tug on his hat pulled an amused huff from the hybrid, reaching up as if to bat the man's hand away, but twisting to catch his fingers between his own instead.

'An’ how, exactly, is it unfair? Tell me more, M'eudail.'

Seas, with a voice like that, the red head would do just about anything he was told. "You serious? I know you have a mirror babe, there's no way you don't notice how you're practically built like a God. Sculptures could be made of you." The words fall from his lips with ease, eyes peeking over the top of his sunglasses. The tail behind him sways, much like a pleased cat.

"Your hair is beautiful, hands nice and big, warm too. I'd be surprised if you weren't having to chase people off with a stick."

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guyes i have a challenege for you... if this post hits 2 notes i'll do a silly littol dance :3

[horizon-verizon]

By just the revelation told here about Nettles' purpose, yes I'd say that Nettles is very relevant. Dare I say, she is a pivotal character.

Even if you defined Nettles-the-person through her presence through her "making doubts in Daemyra's relationship", just by those words, you'd be saying that she is critical to the story. It is the final "doubts" of their relationship with Rhaenyra/in Rhaenyra's perspective/what Rhaenyra herself perceived that seals Rhaenyra's fate.

It is through the threat Rhaenyra saw in Nettles that Rhaenyra brings about the last few triggers of her own fall, the last moment of her tyranny, the last things that she unknowingly made turn against her. It is through Rhaenyra's belief in Nettles seducing Dameon away from her that Rhaenyra basically catalyzes her own, previously slower, loss of control. (told more about it HERE) Rhaenyra uses her class/position against Nettles to try to gain back a sense of political-social control that she's been struggling to maintain since she was at least 14--it's not just about "Daemon and I are soulmates".

It also reveals--sad to say it, but it is true--Rhaenyra tapping into a Targ-Andal blood purity and racism that has been there, latent, since Westeros' monarchy's inception even if not all Targs themselves are necessarily racist or blood purists like Alicent and the greens. Has to do with the Jezebel stereotype of black women, which you can find HERE in a Twitter thread I wrote.

I'd also argue that Hugh and Ulf biggest moments are them betraying Rhaenyra at Tumbleton and afterward they aren't that interesting aside from threatening Daeron which was bound to happen. And they also aren't mentioned much in the Battle of the Sowing aside from their gloating and celebrations...but we see Nettles have literal tears in her eyes at Jace's death. And yet this isn't enough to mark her as "special" by virtue of her being able to build unlikely connections or have compassion/sympathy for the unlikeliest of people (or dragons) or outliers. Funnily, she mirrors post-war Baela in this way, which lends some symbolic credence to the she-is-Daemon's bio-daughter theory.

Nettles is also not just her personal relationship with Daemon, but bigger pic wise, by managing to independently bond with Sheepstealer and gaining their trust she challenges the widely-held belief that 100% of the time, Targs are the only ones who can bond with dragons, even if we find out that she was Daemon's or any Targ's bastard daughter and thus already had an affinity with dragons that a Plumm in the main ASoIaF series said he had through one of his ancestors. ("Challenege" doesn't mean "prove", though. I'm sayin that she has poked readers' assumptions and gotten then to begin to think more critically or at least more curiously and maybe do some research. Always good.)

Not saying that anyone could bond w/dragons successfully (as the Sowing showed) and yes the Targs do have a special and magical bond with dragons that their ancestors likely engineered with actual blood magic for centuries to then make a material Valyrian ability...but Nettles's entrance into the Dance and physical nonconformity (whether a Seed or not) raises/reminds us of questions on just how organic the relationship b/t Targs and their dragons are and what are the parameters for such a bond. After the first "genetic engineering" (as that's the closest I can call it even though it's much more than that, given how Dany uses blood magic to revive decades-old dormant eggs, something that genetic engineering has yet to do with much more complex life forms), can this sort of bond be said to be "naturalized" like how we call blue eyes "natural" after it came as a mutation thousands of years ago? It even calls into question what exactly is "magic"?

Finally, if you truly think there isn't something racial going on in just the show, perhaps you are:

of the opinion that Laena and Daemon did not at least have read some romance in their marriage (I am a Daemyra, but to say there was no romantic love nor sexual attraction b/t Daemon and Laena is myopic), therefore Daemon not really having much chemistry or regard for Laena's feelings in the show is justified

used to Black women taking on most of the brunt of on-screen physical violence (Admittedly, I was one of those who didn't see the issue with this part until I was really confronted with it: Laena died surrounded by loved ones in canon, and did not ask to be literally burned alive as if this was in any way less painful or more "dignified" than dying in labor--btw, this idea is sexist, why is burning alive [sexless] more dignified than dying in labor? [female-exclusive]--AND when we go study immolation of women, it's usually a way to eradicate them after their husbands die, or at least this practice has the strongest history and value in such a purpose)

used to writers removing their biggest moments (claiming a dragon) while keeping the exact same kind of moment to the sexist-to-be-but-still-learning white kid (Laena vs Aemond, who do we see claim Vhagar? And how would have Aemond gotten on that dragon w/o the ropes we can surmise Laena wound around her to be able to climb up?); if we are truly pro-black faction, why wouldn't we want to see the mother of Daemon's first kids/Jace & Luke's future brides/Rhaenyra's best friend as a young girl claim the principal dragon before a black enemy/ a green child does?! Why isn't this exciting prospect, no...even a necessary one?!

ignoring how removing scenes where Baela self-asserts her desire to protect her family to Rhaenys...but leaving in the part where Vaemond kinda shuts her down in his confrontation with Rhaenys (and again, little to no lines as she gets older)

ignoring how older Rhaena literally has only 2-4 lines in the entire 1st season -- while you (OP) want Rhaena to have a stronger bond with Daemon in season 2, she won't bc she is being sent off to the Vale to wait out the entire war, and by the leaks, it seems she'll be sent off either early in one of the first 3 episodes....HotD lost their chance entirely when they only put in Daemon's seeming inability to relate to his daughter apparently bc she hasn't been able to hatch and bond w/her dragon...which looks worse when we know Viserys (Daemon & Rhaenyra's son) never ever hatched and bonded with his own--with how this show already made Daemon less gracious to his girls than he would have been, there is likely going to be a discrepancy in how he interacts w/Rhaena vs Viserys (hint: gender optics -> fan dissatisfaction caused by unprepared writing) -> Reminder, this season will only have 8 episodes to the last season's 10 so if they truly want to create a holistic story here and include Daemon actually bonding with his daughter, they'd better make 2-hr long episodes

don't put much stock into the Laena-Rhaenyra relationship of canon, which is also myopic bc it itself shows a form of female solidarity that some people thought was insufficient or self-contradictory in the show's Rhaenicent AND it is through their relationship that their kids are betrothed -> semi-/indication of matrifocality

I am just loving the so-called “concern” TG stans seem to suddenly have for Nettles being cut out of the show, seeing as how it was literally their only chance to make a dent in Daemyra.

“She was such an important character. Bla bla bla”

Was she really?

While reading the book I always got the impression that the only purpose in her character appearance was to create doubts in Daemon and Rhaenyra’s relationship. Her only grand moment was the way she managed to claim Sheepstealer. Alys Rivers had more purpose in this story (and I don’t even like her).

Let’s be real here. Certain people wouldn’t have cared so much about her being cut out if she weren’t black. Choosing to not include her doesn’t make the writers racists, considering that they went against book!Canon and made the Velaryons as well as Daemon’s daughters black. And now we have another set of black characters coming in season 2: Addam and Alyn. In terms of representation, I think we’re good.

And seeing as how they might give her character ark to another black girl, Rhaena, you’re going to have to work real hard to convince people of any “racism” going on.

I am personally hoping the writers use this opportunity to have Daemon and Rhaena bond. Not to mention that her claiming a wild dragon would be a big 🖕to Aemond, as well as a reference to her conversation with her mother Laena in episode 6.

[imissthembutitwasntadisaster]

Actually I do think that although love isn't necessarily easy it is a lot simpler than people give it credit for.

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[mythiccheroacademia]

—buss it challenge

how the boys would react to your #bussitchallenge tiktok. and in summary, you the baddest bitch on the planet. purrrr✨

black!fem reader

warnings: suggestive themes but nothing explicit <3

all characters are 18+

© 2021 all writing content belongs to mythiccheroacademia. do not repost or modify

Todoroki Shouto:

you and shouto were hanging around, kind of chillin on your phones

you had already posted the buss it challenege tiktok awhile ago and went back to see how it was doing 

seeing that it blew up, you jumped with excitement which caught todoroki’s attention

you quickly explained the concept of the video before scrolling down again to replay it 

shouto watched it with a straight face and you’re about to feel awkward bc wtf why didnt he react to it?

you knew he wasn’t the most reactive person ever, but you were looking like a four course meal—like damn!

just as you were about to say something, he turns to you with a smile and kisses your temple

“you look absolutely stunning, love. no one could compare”

and just like that, you melt under his words and giggle out a thanks 

you both return to your original positions and go about your night 

well, you do

your boyfriend’s mind is...preoccupied

inwardly, todoroki is sitting there like in the pic above thinking:

according to the circumference of her ass and the velocity at which it moves, if i were to sit at a 115 degree angle, i could--

and i won’t go into too much detail, but i want you to know that you didn’t sleep until sunrise that night

Bakugo Katsuki:

once in a blue moon, katsuki will scroll through tiktok before bed

he’s finally been on the app long enough to escape straight tiktok

so now his fyp is filled with hero interviews, hero memes, etc.

and all might fancams but you didn’t hear that from me

so imagine his surprise when he comes across your video

he knew you had a tiktok, but he didn’t think you posted 

anyways, he watched you dance around in sweatpants and an old t-shirt confused asf bc he didn’t know what was going on

then you dropped down when the beat dropped

and bakugo’s jaw dropped along with it

your face was beat, your hair was done, your melanin was glowing and your outfit was poppin

but his eyes were laser focsued on your ass that was moving like freeform jello

this man legit watched your shit for three minutes straight before promptly leaving his room and heading to kirishima’s 

kirishima calmly scrolled through his phone as bakugo proceeded to slam open his roomate’s door, flop himself beside him, and scream into the pillow

“WHY IS SHE SO FUCKING HOT!??? ARRRRRGGGGGGGGHHHHH!!”

he patiently patted katuski’s head

you and bakugo were in the talking phase rn and at least once a week, his blonde friend would have a similar episode about something you did

“i know, buddy”

“I FUCKING HATE HER!!!”

“it’s okay. let it all out”

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH”

kirishima’s used it by now

Sero Hanta:

im sorry but out of all the boys, sero’s gf got the fattest ass (it’s always the bean pole looking nikkas you know what i mean) 

like you dummy thicc with looks, brains, and an A1 personality

and everybody’s stuck over how this man right here bagged a baddie like you

sero is too but shit, he’s not gonna question it

anyways, you asked him to watch your tiktok video before you posted it bc you were nervous

and like the good boyfie he is, he watched it 

sero’s hip to the challenge so he already knew what was coming

but nothing—and i mean nothing—could’ve prepared this man for what he saw bc GALLY!

when you dropped to the ground, looking like a complete goddess, and started popping your shit

his head literally moved with your ass

he went up down up down up down up down up—

until he got dizzy

it’d been a min since sero responded and you were about to text him again before he unexpectadely called you

“hello--?”

“i’m coming over.”

“what? why?”

“i’m putting a baby in you. i’ll be there in five”

and truth be told, hanta kept his word 

congrats <3

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[hypmic-writings]

YYYEEESSS *Dances around* im here again! ❤❤❤💘💘💘🙌🙌🙌.

Can i request an sceanio of Samatoki and us,readers doing an cooking challenege with someone judging the final result and obv its Samatoki..his gonna try stop you from winning with hugs and kisses! So cooking and lots of fluff! 👌👌👌🙏🙏❤❤❤.

Also remindered to stay warm and hydrated!!

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Pairing: Samatoki Aohitsugi x reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1,493

A/N: This one was so cute and I definitely got carried away with it! I love imagining Samatoki cooking for everyone and I definitely think that’s just his love language haha Hope you enjoy~

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“I’m gonna beat you,” you told Samatoki, sticking out your tongue at him and smiling. Samatoki only smirked back as he pulled back the loose strands of hair from his face into a small ponytail.

“That’s cute,” he said, tilting his head. “It’s cute that you think you could win,” he added with a chuckle. This only made you want to win even more as you narrowed your eyes and turned back to the vegetables lined up in front of you.

“Okay, so it’s not a race, but you only have two hours to cook a bowl of donburi,” Juto said with minimal interest as he scrolled through his phone. Riou, on the other hand, shot you both a thumbs up and smiled.

“If I was competing, I would cook with such fresh and new flavors, it would blow everyone away,” he said, wistfully. You felt Samatoki shudder beside you and you couldn’t help but chuckle a bit.

“Alright, let’s go,” you said, determined. “Juto, start the timer!” you called out. Juto raised an eyebrow.

“I already did,” he said with a smirk, making you flail.

You let out a small groan as you quickly began to work on making your donburi bowl, preparing the meat and chopping up the vegetables as fast as you could without messing up. Every now and then you would glance over at Samatoki only to see him already ahead of you in whatever task you were working on.

“Don’t forget the soy sauce,” he teased, stealing the bottle away from your side to pour it onto the sliced beef he was preparing. Your eyes widened as you gaped.

“You didn’t even measure it! You monster!” you cried out, grabbing the sauce from his hands as he chuckled.

“I don’t need to, I’ve been making donburi since I was six years old,” he said, walking over to you. You were intensely focused on pouring the soy sauce into your measuring cup when you felt Samatoki’s arms wrap around your waist. You turned to tell him not to make you mess up when he quickly stole a kiss from your lips, making you spill more soy sauce over your meat than you had intended.

“Hey!” you shouted as he slithered away from you with a laugh.

“Don’t let your guard down, babe, it’s a competition,” he said with a wink, tossing the onions onto the skillet and chuckling at your frazzled expression.

You were too easy to mess with and Samatoki was having too much fun to stop now.

“How many eggs are we supposed to use?”

“100.”

“Toki! Stop joking around I’m serious!”

“…200.”

You ignored your boyfriend as you flailed around the kitchen, trying to make sure you didn’t burn your rice while also making sure the vegetables didn’t burn. As you looked at the spices laid out on the counter, you tried to remember what the recipie had said, but you couldn’t pull it out of your mind. Whipping out your cell phone, you scrolled through until you found it.

“A pinch of bonito flakes? What does that mean?” you exclaimed with exasperation. Samatoki glanced over at you and smirked.

“This is a pinch,” he said, leaning over and pretending to grab one of the spices before swooping in to pinch your cheek. You immediately frowned and brushed his hand away.

“Toki, stop! You’re making me mess up!” you whined, finally pulling away from him, only to find his lips on your cheek to kiss away the red pinch mark.

“How am I making you mess up, you’re not even doing anything,” he said with a grin, watching you frozen in spot, face burning while he casually stirred the rice in his pot. You shook your head and huffed.

“You’re cheating,” you hissed. “If you win it’s gonna be because you cheated.”

“You can do it to me too if you want,” Samatoki shrugged with a knowing smile, lifting up the spoon to his lips to make sure his broth was okay before causally tossing in some more spices. You watched him with a scowl and then turned back to your own pot.

“No way. I’m not a cheater,” you mumbled. The real problem was that you couldn’t fluster Samatoki as easily as he could distract and fluster you. It would take too long and the competition would be over before you could even get a rise out of him.

The rest of the time flew by faster than you could notice. Samatoki continued his attempts to distract you, poking your side, leaving surprise kisses on your face, and just generally trying to get your attention away from your food. You hated how easy it was for him to get to you, but you had to admit that it was a fun way to spend your time.

“Alright, times up,” Juto said, clicking off the timer. “Bring us your dishes and Riou and I will judge them,” he said, fixing his glasses.

You went first, bringing over your plate with a smile and setting it down in front of the two with a thumbs up. Riou shot you a smile while Juto just judged your plate. Samatoki followed you, placing his donburi beside yours. While your plate was a hodgepodge of vegetables and meats, Samatoki’s was beautifully placed and aesthetically pleasing.

“Samatoki wins,” Juto said with a smile, making you squeak.

“What? You didn’t even eat it yet!” you shouted as Samatoki howled with laughter from behind you.

“It’s much more aesthetically pleasing,” Juto sai, shrugging. After a moment of silence, he sighed. “Fine. Here,” he said, handing Riou a pair of chopsticks. Riou happily took them and said a small ‘itadakimasu’ before digging into your food. Juto did the same and you waited in anticipation.

“Oh, this is better than I expected,” Juto said with raised eyebrows. You were going to retort when Riou spoke up.

“Y/N, this is really good donburi!” he praised, helping himself to a few more bites.

“Thank you both,” you said, sneaking your own chopsticks over to try the food. It tasted just as you had always made it and you were glad that all of Samatoki’s attempts hadn’t messed you up. You shot him a smug smile and crossed your arms. He simply shrugged back at you and pushed his plate forward.

“Alright, now try mine,” he said, simply. Riou and Juto pushed your plate away and began to eat Samatoki’s donburi. As soon as they did, they were both exclaiming sighs of happiness and nodding in agreement.

“Oh my, this is heavenly,” Juto said with a content smile on his face.

“This might be the best donburi I’ve ever tasted in my entire life,” Riou added, quickly reaching for more.

Your eyes widened as you tried to find words.

“What? It’s just donburi! How could yours be that much better?” you flailed, looking at Samatoki. He smiled and swooped down to grab some in his chopsticks before bringing it to you.

“Here, try it,” he said.

You stared at him for a moment before begrudgingly opening your mouth to accept his food. In an instant the warm, flavorful rice filled your mouth as the perfectly cooked meat sat, juicy and perfect on your tongue. The onions and other vegetables were cooked to perfection and it was like no donburi you had ever tasted.

“Oh my god,” you managed, practically crying tears over how splendid the food was. Samatoki felt himself stand up a little straighter at your praise and he grabbed another bite for himself. It wasn’t anything special to him – this is how he always made it.

“You like it?” he asked, shooting you a knowing look as you sadly nodded.

“Yes, fine, I admit yours is better. Just…please give me another bite,” you asked, making Samatoki laugh as he fed you another bite of his donburi.

While you were distracted, he leaned over the table to try some of the food you had made and found himself happily content with it. Somehow, your donburi almost tasted better to him. He wondered if it was because you were the one that made it or if it had just been too long of a time since he had last eaten a home-cooked meal that he himself hadn’t cooked.

“Y/N,” he said, leaning in and wrapping his arm around you. “Yours is really good too,” he said, kissing your forehead. You practically rolled your eyes in response as you chuckled.

“Yea, yea, you don’t need to lie,” you laughed. “But can you please make this again next week for lunch? It’s really amazing,” you told him, happily eating the rest of his food. Samatoki watched you and his friends snarf down his food as he sighed.

Maybe he would always be the one cooking for everyone else, he thought. But if it made you all as happy as you were now, he didn’t think he minded it so much.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

[queengiuliettafirstlady]

JULIE DARLING i saw all your asks im sorry that I can't answer them right away :( I'll do asap but also I wanted to say that I love you and i hope youre having a great day as great as mine as im once again dancing happily around with the reminder that we're doing this amazing challenge 🥺💞💞💞💕💕💓💓💖💖

I swear everytime I see you in my dash I found myself smiling and laughing I abslutely adore and cherish you so much I hold this challeneg such a special place in my heart I started so many WIP I can not wait to show you whole I am so excited to have cretaed such an amazing thing with you 🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩🥰🥰🥰🥰😍😍😍😍

No worry Honey please no rush take your time I will wait patiently :D and now that we are into it when you will answer my ask no rush please feel free to help me too on how to write a decent intro for my masterlist XD along the sttart of my AU but hey no rush I am only balbbering on as usual getting excited form your message Plese have a woderful ay you too 💞💞💞💕💕💓💓💖💖

[sazc94]

The Way I Loved you

A long overdue Bucky fic for my girl @lannycleave consider this a delayed birthday gift <3

Also Please accept this as another entry to the wonderful @msmarvelwrites

2k Challenge because her challenege seems to be one of the only things able to inspire me at the moment.

Pairing Steve and Reader and Bucky and Reader.

Warning 18+ Only as it's smutty. Daddy kink (maybe idk). Angst. Some fluff (Steve being a perfect boring gentlemen). Surbuan Au type Thing

Not Proof read so my apologies.

Dating Steven Grant Rogers was a dream, He's charming and endearing and you were comfortable. He was reliable, never made you wait, always calling exactly when he says he will. A true prince charming on a white horse always there to sweep you off your feet.

He was always opening doors for you, got on with your mother and talked business with your father. You two were a match made in heaven, he a Captain in the army and you the perfect small-town girl that everyone wanted.

You never had to worry about where you stood with Steve, he would always tell you how beautiful you looked, have you home by a reasonable hour (even though you were in your 20’s and lived alone). He would always respect you and your space, never pushing you for more than a kiss, or at a push a steamy make out session.

However, that’s where the problem was, you were comfortable, you wanted passion, you wanted him to want you, touch you, fuck you. Anything just anything to make you feel that fire you had once felt with James Bucky Barnes. Sadly, Steve was just too much of a gentleman and would never do anything beyond a make out session in his car, he never came into your apartment always making up some excuse about how that wasn’t the proper thing to do.

Your single friends thought you were crazy. They were jealous. you had the perfect specimen of a man with his blonde hair and blue eyes and his abs, oh god his abs, he was perfectly sculpted almost like he had been made out of a bottle. He was a great kisser you just didn’t feel anything.

Then there was Bucky, he was also in the army, a Sergeant. He was just as muscular as Steve however where Steve had short blonde perfectly sculpted hair (like a ken doll except blonde), Bucky was a brunette, when you had first met him he had shaggy brown hair however he had cut it once he had been called up to the army.

Both had blue eyes, however where Steve’s sparkled, Bucky’s felt like the ocean like you were downing in them, and oh god the little lick of his lips he did when he smirked, it melted you into a puddle. Bucky had always adored you, calling you doll treating you right, but after the first tour things had changed.

Bucky had lost an arm and whilst he got an amazing prosthetic thanks to Stark industries the softness, he once had to him was long gone.

The love between you became somewhat toxic, screaming and fighting and kissing in the rain and it's 2:00 a.m. and you were cursing his name. But the sex. Oh god the sex. It was always electric after a fight.

One minute your screaming and fighting, cursing telling him that you cant stand him, the next minute his lips would be crashing onto yours, his tongue forcing its way into your mouth. You let him take control because when Bucky Barens wanted you with such a raw animalistic way, who were you too refuse?

Buckys hands cupped your ass, urging you to jump and wrap your legs around him, Whilst you and Bucky were freaky, you weren’t quite fuck outside in your apartments front garden freaky. Buckys tall muscular frame was taught beneath the shirt as he carried you into your apartment.

Thankfully you were on the ground floor and as soon as Bucky was in your apartment he kicked the door shut behind him.

Bucky backed you against the wall next to the door your body becoming putty beneath his as he pushed his hardened cock against you, the friction of your PJ short. You couldn’t help but moan as your arousal started to soak through your shorts.

Bucky slipped his hand down your shorts and let out a dark chuckle.

“Stupid little slut of mine, already so wet for me and I’ve barley even begun, when im done with you, you wont even remember your own name” Bucky growled.

You loved Bucky, so you knew he would never do anything to truly hurt you, but the way his eyes darkened with arousal, hunger, a want for you, no a need for you, and the way he spoke down to you. Sent shivers down your spine and and arousal flooding to your pussy.

Bucky began harshly swipping your swollen clit, pushing one finger in and then another before he began harshly scissoring you with fingers.

“Dumb slut, whats the matter cat got your tongue? Bucky said pushing a third finger inside you, Buckys pace quickened working that magic spot, before long your orgasm was crashing through you. Bucky worked his fingers still inside you slowing the pace to bring you down form your high.

Once your breathing had slowed Bucky grabbed your legs which had dropped from his waist and pulled you tight around him before walking into your bedroom.  He dropped you on the bed and began removing his pj pants.

He clicked to the spot on the floor in front of him.

“On your knees, bitch” he said. You complied arousal flooding through you again.

“There’s a good little girl” he cooed. You felt yourself flush at his appraisal.

By now Bucky had removed all his clothes and was standing in front of you his erect cock stretching out, you felt your mouth water slightly with anticipation. Bucky had a large cock, but it was also wide, your lips parted slightly as Bucky pumped his hand down his cock lazily. Bucky swiped his thumb over his bulbous head and gathered his pre-cum with his thumb, he then wiped it across your lips followed by a deep kiss.

You moaned slightly as the tang taste of his precum mixed with the taste of his lips. Suddenly Bucky broke the kiss and without warning he shoved his cock in your mouth. You whined slightly at the intrusion.

“That’s my good girl taking daddy’s cock so well. Wanna feel those pretty little lips do some good” Bucky then pulled his cock almost all the way out from your mouth before snapping his cock back into your mouth.

Bucky grabbed your hair and began to fuck your mouth at a relentless pace, you felt your eyes start to tear up as you gagged around his thick cock. You tried to remember how to breathe but you could feel yourself slipping into that cockdrunk haze Bucky seemed to put you in.

“Stupid little slut doesn’t know how to behave, seems to forget who loves her. That’s okay Daddy will help you remember” Bucky said slamming into your throat again. All you could do was whimper in response. Suddenly Bucky removed his cock from your mouth. He wiped your tears away and kissed you gently. He picked you up with ease and placed you on the bed.

Bucky rolled you round so you were face down before gently pulling your ass towards him. You didn’t let his sudden gentleness fool you, you knew Bucky was about to absolutely destroy you. You couldn’t help the arousal pooling in your cunt as Bucky ran his hands languidly along your body, leaving a trail of blazing hot kisses along your neck, shoulder and back.

“Such a pretty little girl when you’re quiet, what’s the matter baby, cat got your tounge?” Bucky said as he teased his cock along your wet folds and you mewled in response.

“Now you’re going to be a good little girl and take what daddy gives you aren’t you?” Bucky asked. You nodded in response.

“Need to hear you use your words Princess” Bucky growled.

“Yes daddy” you replied compliantly.

That was all the confirmation Bucky needed and then he plunged his hardened cock inside your waiting cunt the groan you let out was purely pornographic. Bucky stilled a moment inside you before he began to drag his cock along your walls. Buck tangled his hand in your hair and pulled you up so your back was flush with his chest. You sucked in a breath at the new angle as Bucky began to quicken his pace.

“Bucky” was all you managed to say as his other hand found its way to your clit. Bucky began to furiously swipe circles on your throbbing clit with his thumb as he slammed himself in and out of you, the only sounds that filled the air were the heavy breaths you were taking and slopping sound as Bucky pounded into you over and over.

Bucky could feel you were close by the way you would squeeze around him, you felt him grin against you as he quickened the pace of his thumb around your sensitive bundle of nerves, you could feel the coil in your stomach building at an alarming pace and before you knew it you were hurtling toward your second orgasm.

Bucky had two choices as he felt you squeeze around you, he could follow closely behind like he so desperately wanted too or he could drag this out for a while longer, however as he felt you clench around him in the way that makes him loose his mind every god-damn time he decided to chase his own release and soon you felt the ropes of his hot seed spilling inside you.

Bucky stayed inside you for a moment before gently pulling out of you, he went into the bathroom and ran a bath with your favourite bath salts before coming back for you and gently easing you in the bath.

Steve had picked you up at 8pm sharp he had told you to dress a little fancy and that he was taking you to dinner and dancing. You sat in your small town’s fancy restaurant ran by a local Italian family “Mastriani’s” you had the table tucked away in the corner surrounded by fairy lights, a bottle of red wine between you. Dinner had been equiste a rich tomato pasta dish with a sprinkling of cheese. You were waiting for desert when Steve removed his hand from yours.

You didnt think anything of it your thoughts were elsewhere and then Suddenly Steve was on the floor on one knee. His shiny blue eyes looking at you with such adoration.

“Y/N” he began.

“I know its only been 8 short months, but I love you with my entire being. I talked to your dad, all you have to do is pick out a white dress and say yes. Y/N will you make me the happiest man in town and do me the honour of becoming my wife” Steve asked.

Your mind began to race, Steve was proposing, you would be crazy not to say yes. Sure he was a bit boring, and you two hadn’t even had sex yet but he was a safe choice. Steve looked at you with love and adoration. And suddenly you couldn’t breathe, all you could think of was Bucky. Your eyes filled with tears but this didn’t worry Steve he believed they were happy tears.

“I’m sorry” you mumbled. Steve just looked at you puzzled, not sure he had heard you correctly. He took your hand in his and squeezed it tight, in what he hoped was a reassuring measure. You pulled your hand back with speed you didn’t know you had.

“I’m sorry Steve, I cant say yes” you said dropping your napkin on the table and rushing out the restaurant. You tried to block out the gasps and stares from the people around you.

When you got to the front of the restaurant it was hammering down with rain. You didn’t care you slipped of your heels and took of running. Your heart hammering in your chest as your red dress stuck to you in the rain. The warm summer wind whipping around you only soaking you more. Your vision was becoming obscured as the rain ran down your face but you didnt care. You had to see him.

After a 10 minute run in the rain you found yourself at his door, his jeep was outside but that didnt nessicarily mean he was home or if he was that he was alone. Fear gripped your chest tightly for a moment but you had come this far, no point turning back. You hammered on his door, after no immediate signs of movement you hammered again.

 

Suddenly you felt all the adrenaline leave your body, convinced Bucky was in their with another womans. You ran back down the stairs as tears started to form in your eyes you had just made it to he bottom when the door behind you opened.

“Y/N?” Bucky questioned. Rubbing his eyes. You paused on the step.

“Uh-yeah, forget it, I’ve clearly made a mistake coming here” You said before you started to run off down the street in the direction you had just come from.

Bucky, in nothing but pyjama pants didn’t hesitate to chase after you, grabbing his keys from the bowl near the door.

“Y/N! Wait!” He screamed at you. You couldn’t help but freeze on the spot. Bucky closed the distance between you in a matter of moments.

“Whats the matter Y/N? Did someone hurt you?” Bucky asked his hands hovering over your arms before ultimately he dropped them down to his side.

“He proposed” you whispered. Bucky recoiled as if you’d slapped him, his bright blue eyes darkened with sadness, his brown hair darkened by the rain.

“I’m sure you’ll be very happy together” Bucky chuckled darkly.

He knew he hadn’t treated you the best when you were together but still it hurt the thought of Steve Rogers, golden boy touching his girl.

“I didn’t say yes” you said reaching for him. Bucky stood frozen in shock, why were you here then if not to rub it in his face that he had messed up his chance with you.

“When he proposed, all I could think was how it wasn’t you” your voice came out in a choke. Even now you were scared that he didn’t love you.

Bucky felt all the breath in him leave at once, he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. You mistook his silence as a bad thing.

“I miss everything about you Buck, I miss how you would moan at me for leaving the toothpaste cap off and how you could never find it. I miss the way your blue eyes would light up like Christmas anytime you met a cat. I miss screaming and fighting and kissing in the rain, when its 2am and I’m cursing your name, because that’s the way I love you” you cried. All at once Bucky’s hands were on your face and his lips were crashing against yours. Rain poured down around you but in that moment all that existed was Bucky and you.

[cajunquandary]

The One with Red Sky at Morning

Pairing: Dean x Reader, Sam, Castiel

Summary: After a difficult hunt, you and the Winchester brothers want nothing more than to rest. As fate would have it, things don’t go so smoothly.

Warnings: Natural disaster, a little flangsty.

WC: 2300

A/N: This was written for @smol-and-grumpy​ “NAT’S SUPERFRIENDS TITLE CHALLENEGE.” My title was “The One with Red Sky at Morning.” I actually wrote several versions of this but settled on this one. A very similar situation happened to me when I was very young, out hunting with my father deep in the woods of South Georgia. All we had was a four-wheeler and a lot of quick prayers. To this day I don’t know how we made it out alive. Enjoy my first writing back from a three-year hiatus! This might get rough. Suggestions welcome!

Also, sorry not sorry, I was feeling giffy~

“Faster!” You yell, a shriek threatening to escape your core.

“C’mon, Baby,” Dean prays through gritted teeth, both feet forcing the accelerator to the floor. The speedometer stops measuring past a hundred and twenty. You gulp as the RPMs reach past the point of no return.

“We’re not gonna make it, Dean,” Sam goes pale, breaths quick and shallow, voice breaking as he spoke his brother’s name.

In the rearview mirror, you can just make out beads of sweat tracing the concern lines on Dean’s forehead, a black abyss behind him. You grab onto Sam from the back seat, burying your face into his flannel. Dean’s string of curses is soon overpowered by the ghostly sounds emanating from the beasts on your tail.

The air is hot and electric, raising every hair on end. When you hear the crack, your blood runs cold.

This must be it, the end.

You stumble sleepily out of the slight motel bathroom and over to the coffee maker. Without so much as peeking, you masterfully load the grounds and water and press the magic button. Oh, how you love that button. Scratchy bedsheets stir behind you, but you pay no attention. A shadow of a smirk creeps across your face. The holy bean water is ready. You take the much-too-small Styrofoam cup with you to sit at the table by the window. Lifting the chalice of your soul to your lips, you inhale as if you’d been starved of oxygen all night. Your eyes gradually open, adjusting easily to the low light of the room. The sweet scent helps to knock the cobwebs from your mind, the warmth radiating from your palms to the depths of your bones.

What a week it’d been. But right now, you don’t want to think of the vamp nest or their victims. Right now, you revel in the tranquility. In the bed near the door, Sam is rubbing the sleep from his eyes, no doubt about to share some coffee with you at the table. On the couch, Dean’s limbs are sprawled in awkward positions, but he still snores gently.

Finally, a smile graces your lips as you watch Dean. He’s so peaceful. There’re no lines on his forehead or forlorn frown below his freckle dusted cheeks. You almost wish he could stay like that forever—at peace. You also wonder what it might be like to touch him, hold him. After the hunt and almost losing him, being more than a few inches away from the man actually hurts. You couldn’t imagine never again seeing those deep, loving eyes, or the way he sings in the car, or dances when he thinks no one is around.

Catching you just before you jump off the deep end into thoughts and memories of Dean, Sam finds his seat next to you. Trying to brush the obvious daydreaming off as nothing, you take a gulp of coffee, only to grimace in pain as it burns all the way down, leaving your upper lip and tongue tingling.

Sam chuckles. “You know it’s hot, right?”

“Yeah, thanks.” And so is something else in the room, you can’t help but to think to yourself.

You set the rude drink upon the table and stand to open the curtains. With a thrust, the stubborn things release and reveal the world outside.

“Oh, shit,” you gasp. You stare for a moment just to make sure your eyes aren’t deceiving you. You rub them. You stare a moment more, then rub them again. Red skies morning, sailors take warning.

You look over to Sam, your body rigid.

“What is it, Y/N?”

“Sam, check the weather. Now.”

As if on cue, Dean’s phone is the first to sound the alarm, shortly followed by yours and Sam’s.

“It’s a weather alert—severe storms coming,” Sam stood from the table to look outside as well.

Dean groans from the space behind you, “Well then let’s get a move on.”

You don’t even bother getting dressed, instead throwing one of Dean’s old flannels over your thin t-shirt and leggings. Just like your days in EMS, your boots and pack stand ready next to your bed.

Within a minute, everyone slides into the impala, coffee forgotten. As Dean pulls onto the highway, you and Sam map out the fastest way to get home to the bunker with the least amount of bad weather to drive through, looking for a place to stop for food if possible.

Around two hours in, the drive is going decently well, with only a few patches of hail and heavy rain. You begin to doze off to the comforting lull of the Impala and the Allman Brothers.

Your body betrayed you as it twitched violently. Still on edge after the hunt, you jump from the action, accidentally hitting Dean in the shoulder.

“You good?” He glances quickly in your direction, adjusting his hand on the wheel.

Heart beat loud in your ears, you lean back and return a quiet “yeah, I’m okay. Sorry.”

No rest for the wicked or the hunters, you suppose.

Dean hums along to the music. You are powerless watching the vibration of his neck, wondering what it might be like if your lips were to touch the spot where his pulse rippled the skin. You look down at your phone in an attempt to distract yourself.

Pulling up the weather app, you report the developing spot just up ahead. The brothers take note, then you lean against the window and watch the blur of pine forests and rolling fields. Even overcast, the landscape is breathtaking. You reminisce on your days in the back of the “bus,” what it was like when the tone would drop and in seconds you’d be flying down the road, lights and sirens, mentally preparing for the unknowns waiting for you on the scene. After ten years, there wasn’t much you hadn’t seen. This knowledge and wisdom helped but still couldn’t prepare you when a changeling become your patient.

You catch yourself, not wanting to remember the details of the attack, the ambulance rollover, or the death of your partner. You don’t want to imagine what would’ve happened if the Winchester boys hadn’t shone up when they did, or if you’d stayed in that town after the bodies were found.

Wiping an unwelcome tear from the corner of your eye, you refocus on the trees, enjoying their dances under the influence of wind lines.

Until one fell, bending until it snapped, twisting off halfway. Then another, and another.

“Uh, guys?” When had it gotten so dark? You check your phone for the time again. Almost three in the afternoon.

You don’t need to look behind you to know what it is. You don’t get the chance to tell Dean to floor it—he already is. You grip the seat tightly as the car lurches forward, shaking under the speed and the wind force.

It’s as if an invisible giant is stepping down on the forest on both sides of the highway. Oncoming traffic has ceased, some people have already bailed from their cars, seeking scant shelter in the ditches. Leaves and branches now swirl through the sky, littering the road ahead. Dean takes the next exit, not slowing down a bit.

You are so close to the bunker now, but the echoes of the angry titan behind you threaten to devour the Impala before you even have a chance for safety. You hazard a glance behind you.

No more than a mile behind the racing car, the tornado swallows the whole world, preceded by the biggest cloud of debris you’ve ever seen.

“Faster!” You yell, a shriek threatening to escape your core.

“C’mon, Baby,” Dean prays through gritted teeth, both feet forcing the accelerator to the floor. The speedometer stops measuring after a hundred and twenty. You gulp as the RPMs reach past the point of no return.

“We’re not gonna make it, Dean,” Sam goes pale, breaths quick and shallow, voice breaking as he spoke his brother’s name.

In the rearview mirror, you can just make out beads of sweat tracing the concern lines on Dean’s forehead and the rotating black abyss behind him. You grab onto Sam from the back seat, burying your face into his flannel. Dean’s string of curses is soon overpowered by the ghostly sounds emanating from the beasts on your tail.

The air is hot and electric, raising every hair on end. When you hear the crack, your blood runs cold.

You are covered in glass from the back window, the wind sucking the breath from your lungs. Sam reaches over and pulls you into his lap, holding as tightly as your eyes are shut. Dean masterfully swerves in an out, dodging unknown obstacles and navigating winding roads.

You recognize these turns. The bunker!

Castiel is already perched at the edge of the garage when you open your eyes. Still at full speed, Dean swerves the car inside, causing it to slide sideways and leave thick rubber tracks. Castiel struggles against the wind and grabs Dean as he bails from Baby.

“I can’t close it! We have to take cover, now,” Cas yells over the train whistle screams of the tempest.

Not missing a beat, Sam grabs you and doesn’t even pause to set you down. The alarms in the bunker sound off, competing with the storm.

You all finally tumble through the door and slam it locked behind you. You grunt as your ears pop from the pressure change and rub your jaw.

Heavily breathing from the ordeal, the four of you trade nodding glances, indicating that everyone is okay.

You are the first to break the silence, shaking bits of glass from your shirts. “I need a drink.”

Castiel and Sam follow you down the steps, but stop to sit in the war room. Dean trails on your heels, also eager for a drink. You grab the bottle but keep walking, ready to be in your own bed already.

Dean protests. “Hey, you gonna share?”

“Sure, but you’ll have to follow me.”

Once in your room, you take a long draught from the already open bottle of whiskey, then turn and hand it to Dean.

“Close your eyes, Winchester.”

Dean does as told, bottle already suspended at his lips.

You pause for a moment to admire those lips and the way they purse when he swallows. It catches your breath but you turn away, stripping the glass-ridden clothes into a pile on the floor. You curse under your breath as you realize the clothes that other than the ones still in the car, the rest were in the laundry room, several wings down.

You grab a pillow to shield yourself just in time as Dean opens his eyes to see what the matter is. He apologizes quickly and turns away. “What’s wrong?”

“No clothes.”

Without hesitation, he shrugs the shirt from his shoulders and extends it in your direction.

“Thanks.” You are so glad that his eyes are still averted so he can’t see your red face, the blush stretching through your whole body. You quickly slip inside the shirt and bottom it, thankful that it reaches nearly to your knees. You pause at the collar, lifting it to your nose and nearly fall as the heady scent of him fills your senses. Dean, standing now, catches you just in time, closer to you than ever before. His hands rest gently at your sides, and he chuckles sweetly as he leans in to kiss your hair. The whiskey still warming your bones, you wrap your arms around him, interlocking your fingers and burying your face into his bare chest. He pulls you in tighter, squeezing.

The stress of almost losing him on the hunt to that fang and of nearly becoming flying sky trash slowly falls away within the shelter of his embrace. He leans onto the bed and back farther, taking you with him until you’re both under the blankets completely intertwined.

The dim light provided by a small lamp in the corner casts just enough shadow that you can count the freckles dusted on Dean’s cheeks and get lost in the hazel green folds of his eyes. Could this really be happening? Is the hunter you’d be pining for silently for over a year really holding you this closely—in your own bed?

Your breath mixes with his when he leans in even closer and brushes your lips with his. You close your eyes and relish in the warmth and comfort and safety of his arms, the softness and taste of his lips, stubble grazing your chin.

You can still perceive faint sounds of the raging storm outside, but you have no more fear. You pull away slightly to enjoy the sweet smile on Dean’s face until a passing shadow crosses it.

An elated “finally” can be heard near the doorway. Sam winks and closes the door, retreating footsteps resonating down the hall.

A new storm blooms in your core as you surrender yourself to the ease of being so close to Dean. Together, you trade secrets and promises in the intimate moments before slowly falling asleep to the comfort of his voice.

Red skies morning, sailors take warning. Red skies night, sailors delight.

With the red flashes of the bunker floodlights filling the air, you did certainly delight, safe at last. Any wreckage could wait until morning.

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Mirror - Yugyeom (Day 77/100)

You can find my post explaining the 100 Day Drabble Challenge here

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Prompt: Mirror Member: Yugyeom x Reader AU: N/A

Word Count: 789

You heard his giggle right when you felt yourself trip over your own feet and before you knew it, you were on the floor of the practice room. You pouted as he gave a small laugh but after seeing the look on your face he quickly helped you up, still smiling down at you, letting out giggles every now and then.

“Yugyeom, this is ridiculous, we’ve been dancing for hours,” you said, half-heartedly. Although you were happy to be spending time with your boyfriend, you were exhausted from the dance he was attempting to teach you.

“Noooo, Y/N we have to keep going! You’re so close, I know you’ll get it this time!” he cried out, happily. You glanced up at him to see a cute, child-like grin on his face which made you feel more relaxed and ready to take on the choreography again. You nodded and brushed yourself off before he hit play.

The first few moves were easy enough, especially since you had been doing them over and over for the longest time now, but as the dance progressed you had to keep watching Yugyeom’s moves to try to keep up. You found it difficult to match his footwork and before long you were behind on the beats. You groaned and held your head in your hands.

“Why is this so difficult?!” you shouted through your fingers. He came over to you, laughing loudly and he pried your hands from your face. You suddenly felt angry at the fact that he wasn’t taking it seriously but just as you were about to speak, Yugyeom pulled you over to the mirror.

“It’s just the arm movement that you’re not matching to the footwork,” he said, giving you a demonstration of how it was supposed to be done. How he made the movements look so smooth, you would never know. You faced him and tried it again, but couldn’t match it to the timing.

“That’s so unfair, how can you do it so easily?” you asked, half playfully, half annoyed. It was like he wasn’t even trying and the movements still came out so perfectly.

You heard Yugyeom give a small laugh again and you looked up to see him directly in front of you. Any feeling of anger you had previously had was washed away by the new feeling of nervousness that he was so close to you. You felt your heartbeat pick up as he gently patted your head and smiled down at you.

“Alright, alright, this time I’ll help you out more,” Yugyeom said, turning you around so that you were facing the mirror and he was behind you. You felt the warmth of his hands on your own and felt the pink crawl to your cheeks. You could feel him press his body to your back and you prayed that he couldn’t feel your heartbeat racing.

“Ready?” he whispered. You felt chills go down your back as you felt his hot breath on your neck and you began to feel weak in the knees which wasn’t a good thing because you could barely dance the choreography when you were stable, let alone when he was teasing you like this.

You took a deep breath before nodding and hearing the music. You did the first few movements on your own but when you began to forget the moves or couldn’t time it right, you would feel Yugyeom’s hands moving your own or his leg nudging you in the right direction. When the song ended you turned to face him and he smirked at you, pecking your lips and letting go of your hands. You shuddered at the coldness that came over you where he used to be.

“You gonna try it by yourself this time? Or do you still need my help?” he asked, tilting his head playfully.

You quickly nodded, trying to remove the pink from your cheeks and hit play once more. This time, you could imagine him behind you, guiding you through the dance. You imagined him being there, brushing against you and leading you through the moves and before you knew it, the dance was over.

“Alright! I knew you could do it!” Yugyeom cheered, pulling you into a hug.

He bent down and brought his lips to yours before taking you in his arms again. You fell into his warm embrace and hugged back, thankful that you had such a caring boyfriend. Even if he was a bit childish sometimes, he hadn’t given up faith that you’d get the dance right. And for that you were grateful. You suddenly felt him pull away and you looked up to see a mischievous look on his face.

“Ready for the next one?”

[ravenadottir]

I’m not sure of you’ve answered this before but who do you think did specific challeneges for the villa vs villa? We see that Henrik/Lucas did the 30 second kiss with that failed photocopy and lots of people seem to agree that Ibrahim did the underwater kiss. And the blush challenge really has me thinking, did one of the new girls have to make the boys blush or did our boys have to make one of the new girls blush?

oh oh oh!

i didn't answer this, per se, but it was present in a piece i wrote for the boys last year. i think it’s on bobby’s ‘pastry cuddle’. let me copy and paste it here real quick.

‘tall guy must kiss the shortest girl’

jakub, and it had to be siobhan, since she was the shortest. (i think this is where he sort of forgot about emily and started cracking on with siobhan for the rest of casa amor days)

‘underwater kiss’

 ibrahim and shannon (i really believe priya got this one right. rahim was probably cracking on with her since the first night)

‘oldest girl has to do sex positions with the youngest’

shannon and rahim (i believe she was the oldest, at 24. blake was 22, and i think the others were between 20-23)

‘a boy gives a girl a lap dance’

bobby and emily (but it was terrible and awkward, and i can see either gary or noah, or both, slapping cake boy’s ass)

‘a boy has to kiss a girl for 30 seconds’

 our partner and blake 

‘a boy has to give a girl a piggyback ride’

gary and a fifth girl (i named her laura, and made her fall on the grass)

‘toe sucking challenge’

gary, noah, your partner at the time, jakub the guy with priya sucked ONE girl’s toe. not bobby though. he thrived and went for all of them “just joking around, girls. you gotta keep the running gag right?”

which to emily responded “one more toe, and you might gag, bobs. wait, no. i forgot it was you, nevermind.”