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Made With Love – Shibaman (PSF #10)

PSF Ficography | H&F Flash Ficography

Genre: Fluff, romance, slice of life

Prompt: Love of my Life (@flufftober) / Leaves dancing in the breeze (Fall Flash @slumberpartybingo)

Word Count: 5,249

Pairing: Reader x Shibaman

World: High&Low

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If someone had asked you a year ago if you believed in love or soulmates, you probably would have said no. It just wasn’t something that ever crossed your mind, mostly because you just didn’t have the time. Between dealing with Kuryu trying to destroy Sword, then Housen and Oya going at it… It kept you pretty busy. 

Things had been peaceful for several months now, though. Well, as peaceful as it could get at a place like Oya. There were still daily fights and arguments, but nothing that couldn’t be easily solved with a few punches.

With nothing else to worry about, you spent a lot of time with Tsuji, making fun of people’s poor fashion choices in magazines, and with Shibaman, listening to his favorite artists and talking about music in general.

If someone asked you to pinpoint when exactly it happened, you wouldn’t be able to answer because you simply didn’t know. You don’t know when you fell in love with Shibaman, you just knew that you had fallen hard. If you were being honest, it took you a long time to even realize it.

You started to feel nervous around him, worrying about how you acted or the things you said. You were afraid he would look at you differently. There were also the physical effects he had on you. Every time his eyes met yours, your heart would race. Hearing his voice never failed to make you feel calm and happy. His touch set butterflies free in your gut and when he spoke your name, you felt like you were melting.

You thought you were sick or maybe even allergic to him. It was so foreign to you that it was jarring, so you started to avoid him. He didn’t like this, of course, so he confronted you about it. You had no idea how to explain what you were feeling, at least not until Tsuji intervened.

He had noticed the change between the two of you – and he wasn’t the only one, either. To your surprise, Shibaman had been experiencing the exact same feelings. He loved you, too, so you started dating to test the waters. It was awkward as hell at first. It felt as if something had changed between you and you hated it.

It took a while, but you finally figured out that things didn’t need to change simply because you were a couple now. It took time, but the two of you soon fell back into the familiar groove you had sat in throughout your friendship and it was amazing.

Shibaman was the love of your life, you realized. All you wanted was to be near him and for him to be happy. You would do anything to make him feel loved, to make him realize how special he was to you. 

With his birthday and Halloween coming up soon, you wanted to do something special because, this year, the two of you were more than just friends. It took you a while to figure out what you wanted to do and you weren’t even sure it was a good idea. You couldn’t stop thinking about it, though, so you knew you had to at least try.

You could only hope your efforts wouldn’t be wasted and that he wouldn’t hate it.

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“Ready to go?” Shibaman leaned toward you from where he sat on the couch, a smile on his lips.

You offered him an apologetic smile. “I actually have plans today…”

The two men exchanged a surprised look before Tsuji questioned, “Don’t tell me you’re cheating on us.”

You laughed, shaking your head as you stood up. “No, never. I do need to get going, though.”

“Where are you going?” Shibaman stood up, reaching for your hand. “I’ll go with you.”

“No, you can’t!” You replied quickly, making his brow furrow. You mentally cursed yourself, scrambling for a believable excuse. “My cousin is coming into town today. I… haven’t seen her in a long time and she’s not really a fan of guys, so…” You mentally cursed again for choosing such a terrible lie.

Whether he believed it or not, he didn’t question it. “Be safe. If you need me, call me.”

“I will, I promise.” You cupped his cheek, pulling him down into a soft kiss that stole his breath away. “I’ll see you later.” You smiled at the two before rushing out of the room, unaware of the worried look the two exchanged.

It took a while for you to reach Housen, mostly because you were paranoid that the boys were following you so you took the road less traveled. The students looked at you strangely when you entered the school, but they knew who you were and had no desire to fight you. Housen and Oya had long since squashed their beef.

“Excuse me,” you called out, tapping a boy on the shoulder. When he turned, you recognized him instantly. “Ah, Sawamura!”

His brow furrowed in confusion. “What are you doing here?”

“I’m here to see Yuken. Can you take me to him?”

“Yeah, sure,” he motioned for you to follow before starting down the hall. “What do you need to see him for?”

“Ah, well…” you rubbed the back of your neck, offering him a sheepish smile. “It’s a bit personal.”

He hummed, giving you a playful smile. “I hope you’re not going to confess. You know he’s dating Meg.”

You laughed at the thought. “I would never betray her like that. Besides, you know I’m dating Shibaman.”

“Oh, right. I forgot about that. Does he know you’re here?”

You frowned, lowering your gaze to the floor. You felt bad lying to him but you didn’t want to ruin the surprise. 

“That’s a no, then,” he replied softly, resting his hand on your shoulder. “Don’t worry, your secret is safe with me.”

“Thank you, Sawamura.”

He led you toward a classroom on the first floor, sitting at the back of the school. The Four Heavenly Kings, along with a bunch of seniors, were crowded around the room, watching two students try to take down Jinkawa. The keyword there being try.

“Wait here,” Sawamura told you before moving farther into the room. Yuken was sitting at the back of the room with his girlfriend, the two watching something on his phone. Sawamura leaned down to tell him the situation, pointing over at you.

Yuken met your eyes and you smiled politely, waving your hand at him. Meg leaned to the side to see around the large boys standing between the two of you, a grin on her lips as she waved at you.

You waved back before forming a heart with your hearts. She pretended to catch it, holding it against her chest before both of you started laughing. Yuken shook his head, pressing a kiss to her cheek before standing up and approaching you.

“What can I do for you?” he inquired, a charming smile on his lips.

You glanced at the group of men gathered in the center of the room. Most of them were focused on the fight, but a few were sending you curious looks. “Can we talk somewhere more… private?”

He quirked a brow, glancing at the other boys before nodding. “Sure. Follow me.”

You followed him outside, taking a deep breath of the cool autumn air. “I need your help.”

“My help? Shouldn’t you be asking Oya?”

“This isn’t a problem they can help with,” you frowned, glancing around to ensure you were alone. “Is it true that you know how to crochet?”

Yuken scowled, a hand on his hip. “I told Meg not to tell anyone that.” 

“So, it’s true then?” You gave him a hopeful look and he nodded. “Please teach me!”

He hummed curiously, folding his arms over his chest. “I expect diligence. No slacking off and no excuses.”

“I understand. I promise to be a good student!”

Yuken considered this for a moment before nodding. “Alright. Give me your number so I can text you when I get everything set up.”

“Thank you so much,” you grinned.

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For the next two months, you visited Yuken every few days to learn how to crochet and begin working on the sweater you wanted to make for Shibaman. You chose the softest yarn you could find, using black as the base color. It took a while for you to decide between cats and pumpkins, but you finally chose both.

In the center of the sweater would be a jack-o-lantern with a cat leaning the upper half of its body on top of it. You also planned to add a witch’s hat. You could clearly see the design in your head, but it was much harder to bring to life than you had anticipated.

“Damn it,” you cursed, scowling down at the design before you. The jack-o-lantern was misshapen despite having redone it about twenty times. If you couldn’t even get a pumpkin right, how in the hell were you going to get the cat done? You were getting frustrated, especially since his birthday was quickly approaching.

“Don’t get frustrated,” scolded Yuken, peering at you over his glasses. “It’ll only make the stitching look worse.”

“I know,” you muttered, taking a deep breath to try and calm yourself. You carefully undid the stitch before trying again, slower this time, but it still came out looking funky. “Ugh! Why is this so damn hard?!”

“I did warn you that this pattern wasn’t beginner-friendly,” he tutted, sitting back in his chair as he worked on a pair of mittens for his girlfriend. Unlike your creation, his was pristine and well crafted, clearly made by a professional.

“Maybe I should have hired you to make one instead of teach me,” you sighed, sliding down in your seat. 

“You’d regret it.”

“Huh?”

“You chose to learn how to crochet because you wanted to make something for the person you love, right?” He quirked a brow at you. “You wanted to craft something with your own hands, your own heart, to show him how much he means to you. That is the soul of crocheting – making things with love for the people you care about most. The feeling simply doesn’t transfer if someone else makes it.”

You frowned at the sweater in your hands, taking in his words. “You’re right, but… it looks god awful, he’s going to hate it. What was I thinking? Shibaman is into fashion and hip-hop, why the hell would he want a crocheted Halloween sweater? I’m so stupid!” You groaned, hanging your head.

Yuken scoffed, sending you an offended look. “If he’s not grateful for your hard work, then the problem lies with him, not you. Taking the time to crochet something for someone is the ultimate form of love and respect! And if he disrespects that, I’ll kick his ass myself!”

“You’re really passionate about this, huh…”

“Everyone needs something to be passionate about.”

“I thought that was fighting.”

He clicked his tongue. “Other than fighting. Come on, you need a break before you ruin the yarn.”

You set the sweater carefully in its box, closing the lid before following the male away from Housen and toward the local café to grab some lunch. The woman at the counter greeted him cheerfully, so you assumed he came here often.

Yuken sat down across from you, folding his hands on the table. “Tell me honestly, why did you choose to crochet a sweater for him? There are plenty of gift options that may be more… suited to his tastes.”

“Why?” You frowned at the table, scratching your cheek in thought. “As soon as I thought of the idea, it just felt… right, I guess. This is the first time we’re celebrating his birthday and Halloween as a couple, so I really want it to be special. I wanted to make him something myself because…”

“It feels more personal?” He guessed, quirking a brow.

“Yes.”

“The fact that you chose crochet over all other art forms tells me that you understand the craft at its base level. As long as you understand that, then no matter what you craft, no matter how imperfect it may be, it will be perfect in the eyes of the one receiving it.”

You didn’t feel entirely convinced. “Are you sure?”

“Trust me.”

“You’re the crochet expert, I guess.”

“Just… don’t go around telling people that, alright?”

“Sure, sure.”

While the two of you continued talking, Shibaman and Tsuji just so happened to be passing by. He wasn’t sure what possessed him to glance over, but his eyes fell on you immediately, widening in surprise. You had told him you were going to help your cousin get settled into her new apartment outside of Sword, yet there you were, sitting in a cafe with Housen’s Odajima.

Tsuji paused when he realized the taller male had stopped walking. He followed the male’s gaze, removing his glasses with a frown. “They are definitely not cousins.”

Shibaman frowned, feeling frustration and pain settle in his gut. Though he wasn’t fond of the idea of you meeting up with other schools, that isn’t what bothered him. Why had you lied to him about it? Why weren’t you honest with him?

Tsuji glanced at him, nudging his arm. “Don’t jump to conclusions. We should confront -”

“No,” Shibaman shook his head, beginning to walk away.

“No?” Tsuji quickly followed him, brow furrowed. “Don’t you want the truth?”

“Of course I do,” he muttered, running a hand through his hair in frustration. He didn’t want to demand answers from you, though. He wanted you to come clean on your own. “Don’t say anything about this.”

Tsuji had an idea of what his best friend was thinking, though he wasn’t entirely sure he agreed. “Fine, I won’t say anything,” he sighed, stuffing his hands in his pockets.

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“Baby,” called Shibaman, slipping his hand into yours as he leaned closer to you. “Do you want to go see a movie?”

Tsuji glanced up from the magazine he was reading. “My uncle just recently started working at the theater. He can get us in for free.”

“Oh, uh…” you rubbed the back of your neck with a frown. “I’d like to, but…”

“You have to see your cousin,” guessed Shibaman, his jaw tensing as he turned his gaze toward the wall.

You could feel how tense his body was and you didn’t notice the way he tried to subtly shift away from you. Guilt pooled inside your gut. “I’m sorry…”

He nearly asked if you really were sorry, but he bit back the question, pulling his hand free as he stood up. “It’s fine.”

You weren’t dumb. You knew this man like the back of your hand and you knew it very much was not fine. He wasn’t the type to speak his mind, though, and preferred to bottle things up until he simply couldn’t any longer. It was obvious that he was getting fed up with your cousin and you constantly ditching them.

Tsuji stood up to follow but paused when you called out his name. He quirked a brow at you but you could tell his usual friendliness toward you was gone. He didn’t like it when his brother was upset.

You quickly shut the door in case Shibaman was still close by and you lowered your voice. “I know you’re mad at me -”

“That’s an understatement,” he scoffed, having to bite his tongue to stop from mentioning the cafe. 

You chewed on your lip, having an internal debate with yourself about whether or not to tell him. “If I tell you something, you have to promise not to tell Shibaman.”

“I can’t promise that.” He folded his arms over his chest, eyes narrowed from behind his colored glasses. “If you’re hiding something from him, he deserves to know.”

“And he will,” you promised him. “Just… I need a bit more time.”

“Time for what?”

You glanced at the door before leaning toward him. “I’m working on something for his birthday. It’s… taking longer than I thought it would. I didn’t want to lie but I want it to be a surprise.”

Tsuji felt surprised by this information. Why hadn’t he considered that you might be planning something? He felt a bit dumb for not thinking of it sooner, but he also felt a bit hurt that you hadn’t confided in him sooner. “You should have told me.”

“You’re right, I’m sorry…”

He sighed deeply, bringing his hand to his forehead. “I’ll see what I can do, but you better hurry up. He knows something’s up and he’s getting impatient.”

“I know…”

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“Come on, you got this!” cheered Meg, staring at you with a grin.

“Just a little bit more,” encouraged Yuken with a nod, leaning toward you. 

“Hurry up, you’re so close!”

“No, don’t hurry up! Don’t rush it now!”

You looked up from the sweater with a scowl, sitting back when you realized just how close the two of them were to your face. “Can you two give me some space?”

“Oh, are you having performance anxiety?” snickered Meg as she sat back down.

You scoffed, muttering under your breath, “Anyone would with you two breathing down their neck.”

“Hey, we’re just trying to help.” Yuken sat down as well, arms folded over his chest. He was watching you intently, his shoulders tense as he watched the way you were stitching the last bit of the sweater.

Meg noticed this and laughed, resting her hand on his arm. “I think you’re more tense and you’re not even the one making it.”

“Of course I am! This is the creation of my first student.”

“Your first student?” she grinned, quirking a brow. “Does that mean you’re gonna take on more?”

Yuken said nothing, though he’d be lying if he said the idea hadn’t crossed his mind. He enjoyed teaching you more than he thought he would, despite how frustrating you could be at times.

“Yuken’s Crochet studio,” you snickered, glancing at him. “Got a nice ring to it.”

“Focus,” he scolded, refusing to admit that he did like the sound of it.

“Alright, keep your panties on.” You did as he instructed, focusing on the last few stitches. A few tense moments of silence ticked by. “There… it’s done.” You stood up, holding up the completed sweater.

It was far from perfect, the cat looking a bit derpy and the pumpkin still misshapen, but it had its own unique charm to it. It was one of a kind, made with all the love you held in your heart for Shibaman. That made up for the imperfections.

“What do you think?” you questioned nervously.

“It’s super cute,” smiled Meg. “He’s going to love it!”

Yuken nodded, giving you a proud look. “I have to say, I wasn’t confident that you would stick with it until the end.”

“Gee, thanks.”

“But you did and I’m proud of you.”

You chuckled, feeling happy at the praise. “Thank you, Yuken-sensei.”

Yuken put his hands together in front of him and bowed, deepening his voice. “Now, go out into the world, my pupil.”

Meg snorted. “What voice is that supposed to be?”

“Yoda.”

“That wasn’t even close.”

“I tried my best,” he pouted, pulling her into his arms.

You carefully folded the sweater before placing it in the box and securing it with an orange ribbon. “His birthday is tomorrow… wish me luck.”

“You got this,” Meg smiled, offering you a thumbs up. “And if he doesn’t appreciate it, Yuken will kick his ass.”

Yuken nodded, pushing up his glasses. “I won’t stand for anyone disrespecting such a sacred art.”

“Thanks, guys.” You offered them a bow and a grateful smile before scooping up the box and heading home.

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You couldn’t remember the last time you had felt this nervous, your heart racing within your chest. You were honestly tempted to just drop the gift off and run away, not wanting to see his reaction, but you knew you couldn’t do that. It was his birthday, after all, and you wanted to make up for avoiding him lately.

Taking a deep breath, you knocked on the door of his house. His older sister was the one who answered, looking tired. “He left already.”

“Eh?” your brow furrowed. He had always waited for you to arrive before heading to school so it was strange that he had gone ahead of you. “O-Oh, um… thank you.”

“Oi,” she called out, eyes narrowed at you. “He’s been moping around lately. If I find out you’re the reason, I’m gonna kick your ass.” And then she slammed the door in your face.

You scowled in frustration, though you weren’t sure if it was more toward her or yourself. You knew you were the cause and it pissed you off despite having done it with good intentions. Surely he would forgive you… right?

Holding the box to your chest, you rushed toward Oya high, keeping an eye open for the pair as you went. You entered the broadcast room with a smile, expecting to see your boyfriend sitting on the couch, listening to music. It was Todoroki who sat on the couch, though, reading one of his books.

Tsuji stood up when you entered, a frown on his lips. “He had already left when I got to his house this morning. I have no idea where he is.”

“Oh,” you frowned, chewing on your bottom lip. You thought about it for a moment before carefully setting the box beside Todoroki. “Can you make sure he gets this please?”

“Of course,” Tsuji offered you a smile, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder. It did little to help, though.

“Thank you.” You offered him a bow before turning and leaving the room. Without Shibaman there, it felt pointless to stay at school so you decided to just leave.

Rather than go home, you chose to go for a walk around town to clear your head. The wind was chilly, making you retreat farther into the jacket you were wearing. It had originally belonged to Shibaman so it was quite large on you and it still faintly smelled of him. 

A light misty rain started to fall from the cloudy sky, feeling cold against your face but you didn’t mind. The rain was peaceful and helped you relax whenever you felt stressed. It wasn’t heavy rain, anyway, so the likelihood of you catching a cold from it was slim.

Despite how peaceful and quiet the world around you felt, you couldn’t stop thinking about Shibaman. Where was he? Was he okay? Was he mad at you? Or was he just hurt by your lies? You wished you could find him and explain everything, but you knew he didn’t want to be found. He wanted to be alone so he could sort out his own feelings.

That was fine with you, you just wished it hadn’t fallen on his birthday. Today was supposed to be special for him, to be free of worry or want. You had royally screwed that up, though.

With a sigh, you plopped down on the wooden bench inside the makeshift park. Honestly, you weren’t even sure it met the qualifications to be considered a park because it was just a small strip of grass with trees planted at each corner. A sad-looking swing set sat in the middle, the metal rusted and worn.

You doubted it was safe to use, though there were few things within Sword that were. The city’s entire aesthetic was danger.

You slid down on the bench as thunder rumbled softly overhead, leaning your head back so you could stare up at the sky. The tree to your left was completely bare, its leaves scattered across the ground like discarded newspapers. The tree on your right, though, was still clinging to a few of them, as if desperate to not let go.

The wind picked up and they finally broke free, dancing gently through the air as they made their way to the earth below. It was such a simple thing, but it brought a smile to your lips. 

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You stifled a yawn as you approached your apartment, reaching into the pocket of the jacket for your keys. You hadn’t intended to spend the day at the park but time seemed to pass in the blink of an eye and, before you knew it, the sun was setting.

To your surprise, Shibaman was pacing back and forth outside the building, running a hand through his red hair repeatedly. He looked distressed which alarmed you.

“Shibaman? What’s-“

As soon as he heard your voice, his head snapped up. In just a couple long strides, he reached you, throwing his arms around you until you were buried in the warmth of his chest. The smell of pine and cologne filled your nostrils and you smiled, fingers curling around the black t-shirt he was wearing.

“Where have you been?” He huffed, trying to control the light tremble of his voice. “I’ve been worried sick!”

You frowned, pulling back so you could see his face. “You’re the one who disappeared. You had already left the house by the time I got there and you weren’t at school, either.”

“My sister made me go pick up some food from the convenience store,” he scowled, clearly still annoyed by this. “I told her I was waiting for you but she wouldn’t stop bitching about it. When I got back, she told me you had stopped by.”

Thinking about it, it did make sense. She’s never liked you, even when you were just his friend, claiming that you were a bad influence on him. When you started dating, she didn’t try to hide the fact that she thought you weren’t good enough for her baby brother. 

“When I got to school, Tsuji said you were looking for me then you left. I looked everywhere for you.” He cupped your face, brows punched with worry. “I thought… I thought something happened.”

“I’m sorry for worrying you, love,” you told him softly, resting your hand over his. “Why didn’t you call me?”

“I did. Many times!”

“You did?” Your own brow furrowed in confusion as you reached for your phone only to realize it wasn’t there. You had forgotten it this morning in your excitement to get to Shibaman’s house. You offered him a sheepish, embarrassed smile. “I, uh… I forgot my phone.”

Shibaman scoffed in disbelief, lowering his head until his forehead met your shoulder. The tension was slowly leaving him now that you were safe and sound in front of him.

“I’m sorry for worrying you,” you told him softly, running your fingers through his hair. “And on your birthday, too.”

He chuckled, arms encircling your waist so he could bring you closer, bringing his forehead down to meet yours. “You’re safe, that’s all I need.”

You couldn’t hold back your smile, pressing your lips to his. “Stay with me tonight?”

He hummed, claiming your lips again. “Of course.”

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“Baby, wake up.” Shibaman pressed a kiss beneath your ear, arms wrapped protectively around your waist. 

“Five more minutes,” you mumbled tiredly, leaning into the warmth his body offered.

He chuckled, turning you over so you were on your back looking up at him. “You said that five minutes ago.”

“Did I?” Your brow furrowed. “That doesn’t sound like me.”

“I’m gonna stop by my place to grab something,” he told you softly, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “I’ll meet you at school, okay?”

“Wait, I’ll go with you.” You forced yourself up, rubbing the sleep from your eyes.

“I’d rather keep you away from my sister,” he chuckled. “I’ll see you soon.”

“Be careful.”

“I will.” He put his finger beneath your chin, leaning down to press a soft, slow kiss to your lips. “I love you.”

“Love you, too.” You watched as he left the room, listening to his footsteps fade before the front door opened and closed behind him. Despite wanting to go back to sleep, you forced yourself out of bed and got ready for the day.

It was much colder out today than it was yesterday, the sky covered by light grey clouds that made it seem more like the afternoon than early morning. You didn’t mind it, though. The cold was a welcome change from the warm weather of summer and spring, plus it gave you an excuse to steal more of your boyfriend’s jackets.

When you got to school, you were surprised to find the boys gathered in the courtyard, snickering and laughing. Curious, you made your way through the crowd, eyes widening at what you saw.

Shibaman was leaning against the building, arms folded over his chest and eyes closed. There was a slight furrow to his brow as he tried to ignore the teasing he was receiving. The reason for this teasing? He was wearing the sweater you had crocheted him.

It fit him perfectly, showing off his toned body while still being comfortable to wear. It was warm, too, easily blocking the cold wind. When you looked at the design, it felt childish to you and you felt guilty for not just making him a regular, solid sweater.

“Did you get that from your granny?” Teased one of the older boys before bursting out laughing, his friends following suit.

Shibaman opened his eyes, narrowing them at the male.

You swallowed down the nerves and embarrassment you felt, stepping forward. “I made it…”

“You did?” snorted the male. “No wonder it looks like trash -“

A fist slammed into his face, sending him flying back into the crowd with a cry. Shibaman straightened up, fire in his eyes. “Don’t you ever say that shit again or I’ll kill you.”

The crowd grew tense, their previous jolly demeanors changing to one of fear. It was easy to laugh at him and not take him seriously when he was wearing that sweater, but it didn’t change anything about how strong he was or how protective of you he was.

“I’m sorry,” you muttered, lowering your head. “I didn’t consider how Oya would react. You don’t have to wear it.”

He scoffed, resting his large hand atop your head. “Of course, I’m gonna wear it. You spent months working on this, didn’t you?”

You nodded, tugging lightly at the material. “It was my first time crocheting. Yuken did his best to teach me, but… it could have been better.”

Realization flashed across his face as he remembered seeing you at the café with said male. Everything made sense now and his heart was filled with warmth and love for you. “I love it.”

“Really?” You sent him a skeptical look. “You’re not just saying that?”

“I wouldn’t lie to you. If I didn’t like it, I’d be honest.” As badly as he wanted to kiss you, he couldn’t bring himself to do so with the crowd that was still gathered in the courtyard. PDA was not something he enjoyed. “I love this sweater and I love you.”

You searched his eyes for any hint of a lie but there was none. “You really like it?”

“I do. Thank you, baby.”

Your eyes lit up, happiness filling you. “You’re welcome!”

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[annaofthenorthernlights]

@fluffbruary

finally... a little late, but hey, I hope you enjoy!

day 01 - rescue

This chapter also covers the prompt "would you rather be raised from the death or watch somebody die" for the Halloween Flash Bingo at @slumberpartybingo

and for @thefamilybruno because - well - it´s a Gaston-redemption au... 🧡

[starxanemone]

꩜ⴰ ࣪˖ BIG BAD COP, CUTE LITTLE BUNNY

oliver aiku x fem!reader — slight nsfw. oneshot.

big bad cop goes to the club in search for a little plaything. too bad his target was slightly off the mark.

warnings ! mdni ! mild sexual content — sub!oliver aiku, femdom!reader, teasing, neck kissing, very slight dirty talking. slight sexism on aiku's part, but it's okay, we're gonna put him in his place !!

note — target locked on oliver aiku. i've been writing more nsfw stuff because i'm on my period lol. also, let me know if you guys want a part 2!

He’s not completely sure how this happened. One second, he was waltzing inside the club—flashing and circling lights catching his heterochromatic irises every few seconds, loud music blasting into his ears, and bodies grinding against each other—he’s drinking and rizzing up some random pretty girl, and the next he’s got a hand squeezing his neck.

It was halloween. Naturally, it was easy to find just any random hot woman around him—one that would be worthwhile to be around for the night. Although he admits that he hasn’t done anything past the few kisses here and there, and sure, maybe he’s exaggerated many of his little “escapades” to his friends, Oliver would say that he’s still got experience.

How hard could it be? It’s all in the mindset, really, and most of the time, he’s just not really up for the super sexual stuff. Girls were easy to fool, but they were difficult to get rid of. They fall too easily and latch their nails on tight, he thinks to himself. It’s better to just play around, albeit more safely.

And so, when he spots a girl out sitting at the very corner of the room, the corners of his lips twitch.

Bingo.

You were wearing a little white dress with pink flowers designing the fabric. Your bunny ear headband flopped cutely against the side of your head each time you moved to look around quietly. You were dressed like a bunny and you looked like the cutest one out there with your adorable eyes and seemingly quiet personality sticking out against the loudness of the setting.

Oh, but where and when did it become different?

Was it when he approached you and you looked up at him from where you were seated? Was it when he whispered into your ear about how pretty you were? Was it when you grinned with a sort of twinkle in your eye that got him questioning himself?

Or was it just you?

“You seem like a pretty confident person, Mr. Aiku.” You smile up at him, cheeks bunching and the corners of your eyes crinkling.

“Oliver’s just fine, sweetheart,” He returns your smile, though his appears more suave. He’s got it down to a tee. He’s been doing this for ages and girls always fall at his feet whenever he gives his million-dollar smiles. “And yes, though I’m far from perfect, I would still say that I am.”

It was good to sound humble. Girls didn’t like guys who were full of themselves.

“Hm? Are you sure?” You tilt your head innocently, almost sounding teasing to his ears. “Are you sure about me, then?”

“About you?” He’s confused by the strangely straightforward question, but he takes a sip of the alcohol in his hand to hide it. “Of course.”

He sets his cup down onto the counter and slowly brings his hand up to caress your bunny ear headband. Easy does it—slow and steady. He pinches the fluffy fabric between his fingers and leans in slightly, staring into your eyes as he grins, “You look like a good girl. A cute little bunny.”

You laugh at his words and he’s thrown off by the response.

Was it too much? But no, lines like that always worked on girls who looked like you. Girls who were quiet, dressed in frilly girly clothing, and looked like they were dragged into such a raunchy club like this by their friends to give them more ‘experience.’ Shouldn’t your round cheeks be red like a strawberry right now?

Where did it go differently?

He blinked owlishly when you gingerly place a hand on his right thigh, pressing against the black slacks of his police uniform slash costume and simultaneously against his skin when you whisper into his ear. You were leaning over a little and as he glances momentarily over your shoulder, he sees a fluffy circular tail pinned above where your ass was. A shiver runs across spine and he still hasn’t let go of your bunny ears.

“Didn’t you know that it’s rude to assume? And…” You chuckle into his ear, your voice dipping slightly deeper to an almost sensual-like quality. “... that it’s also rude to look so openly?

His eyes widen, snapping to yours immediately in bewilderment. His hand drops to his sides.

Oh— oh. You saw that.

Truly, he was asking the wrong type of question here. Because it did not matter where or when it went differently, because it was more correct to focus on the ‘who?’

And it was you.

Slowly, he feels your hand moving up from his thigh, brushing lightly against his clothed stomach, then to his chest, before it reaches up even further to encircle around his neck. You squeeze once. His eyes remain wide and he gulps, looking up at you when you move to stand in front of him.

What…

At this point, he wasn’t really sure what to expect anymore.

You thumb his neck, lightly caressing his throat. You move your thumb down, inserting it between the space of his dark blue collar to touch his collar bone. You feel him shiver once more, so you grin.

“Too much?” You tilt your head in question, voice with a teasing lilt.

He jolts in surprise, shaking his head in response. His throat had already gone dry, and he honestly wasn’t sure about what to say or do next. This hasn’t exactly happened before and he hadn’t calculated the possibility of this happening to him.

By now, you’ve both ignored the people surrounding you along with the blinding lights and the booming music that envelops the entire vicinity. But it was fine; nobody really cared. You were aware enough from the frequent visits with your friends that nobody gave a flying fuck about the next two strangers shoving their tongues down each other’s throats for everyone to see.

He was wrong about you at that part too. You weren’t a good girl and you most likely weren’t dragged here.

“Do you want to continue?”

His brain has short-circuited by now, but you guess it’s working enough for him to nod, albeit a little shakily.

“I need you to speak up for me.” You pout. “I only take a ‘yes’ or a ‘no.’”

“Y-Yes…”

“Good boy.” You coo and he feels his cheeks and ears instantly flush. He’s never had any woman say that to him before nor speak in such a manner, and especially not in a cute little innocent-looking bunny costume.

He breathes in deeply when you swing your legs over his thighs, sitting down on his lap with your arms slung over his shoulders.

“Have you ever kissed someone, darling?” You breathe out the question against his ear and he shivers at the sudden warm air tickling his skin.

“O-Of course, I have.” His answer comes out a little defensively and you giggle in amusement at the tone.

“Just making sure because I don’t want to be the one to take a good boy’s first kiss away from them.” You tell him sweetly before pressing your lips against his neck.

You press your lips all over the expanse of his neck; one, two, three times, even more, and he can’t count anymore when his brain melts at the repeated sensation hitting him in one of the best parts and spreading across his body like wildfire. He feels your lips part as your tongue rolls out to brush against his skin and he grunts at the sudden sensation, his hands moving up to hold your waist, clammy fingers digging slightly hard. But when you part your lips even more to pull his skin between your teeth, a sudden groan escapes his lips.

“Oh?” You giggle against his neck. “You like that, huh? You like it when a cute wittle bunny girl bites you and puts you in your place, don’t you? What a naughty boy.”

Fuck. Where is this even going? He’s never had a girl talk and do things to him like this before. Usually it was the other way around—him playing with the girl like a little toy for him to control. But the thing is, it never went way beyond the little makeout sessions and the cheeky touches on clothing-clad skin.

“I’m a ‘good girl,’ right? A cute little bunny, hm?” You hum, sucking on his neck momentarily, hearing him release another quiet groan before pulling away. “Well, here’s my observation. You’re a big bad cop and you came here to look for an adorable girl to fuck with and add to your ‘collections.’ But here’s the thing, baby: appearances can only tell you so much.”

You pout as you scold him mockingly. You grasp his face firmly, cheeks squishing a little between your hold as you force his heterochromatic gaze to focus on yours.

He tries to ignore the way the term ‘baby’ makes his heart flutter. Like seriously, what was he? A budding high school kid in the middle of a raging puberty?

“Oh, looks like (First Name) has found another one.” Oliver hears someone say at the corner of his ear amidst all of the music. He turns his gaze to the girls standing a few feet away from right behind you to see that they were grinning right at your back. Their gaze turns to him and he gulps when your—he guessed—friends send him a thumbs up, two of them mouthing a ‘good luck.’

Another one? He furrows his brows, the words somehow causing his stomach to drop slightly. Was this how the girls he was with felt? He never truly considered it, too caught up with always being in the position of power.

You turn your head curiously a little to gaze at what he was looking at. You wave at them enthusiastically for a second before turning back to look at him, his cheeks still squished between your fingers and unshaved chin pressing against your palm. It was as if they weren’t even there in the first place.

You release your hold on his face to pat his cheek. “Now, where was I? Oh, yes. I was having fun playing with you.”

You reach behind him to run the sharp nail of your middle and index finger against his clothed back and he automatically sits up straighter at the ticklish feeling. “You act all sauve, all dominant, but you don’t seem like you’ve got a lot of experience, do you? I can tell.”

“Here’s what I think,” You pretend to think for a second, looking up at the ceiling before snapping your gaze back to him with a wolfish grin. It really looked out of place from your little bunny costume. “I think that it’s all just a front to mask your fragile ego. But it’s okay, pretty boy, I got you. You don’t need to play pretend with me.”

All of your words combined with your sensual touches has got his mind jumbled up and in a frenzy. You were more intoxicating than the cocktail he was sipping previously, and likely the only thing that could ever make him drunk like this.

All he could muster was a small pathetic, “Okay…”

You reach up to grasp the back of his hair, tugging on it lightly causing him to gasp. “Address me properly.”

Huh? He blinks, frantically wracking his brain for the right title amidst the slight searing pain erupting around the back of his head due to your firm hold.

“M-Miss?” He tries unsurely.

You unclench your hand and pat his cheek again condescendingly. “Good job! You got it on the first try. You will address me as such for the duration of this night, m’kay?”

For the duration of this night. This night and this night only. His heart clenches a little and his stomach knots underneath his skin. Of course it wasn’t going to go way beyond that point, and really, who was he to complain? He’s done the same thing to multiple other girls in the past. Maybe this was some sort of karma or something.

Nevertheless, he answers. “Okay, Miss.”

He was going to be in for a long ride.

[nekoannie-chan]

The end of the world part I

The end of the world part I

Work Name/Title: The end of the world part I.

Author/Artist/Creator: Annie/Nekoannie-chan/SharlotteMayfair

Fandom: Marvel, Captain America.

Ship: Brock Rumlow, Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes & Reader.

Tags: Halloween Horror Bingo 2024

HHB2024

Any personal tags: Mention of injuries, zombies, surviving.

A/N: This is my entry to @halloweenhorrorbingo.

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Day 1: The beginning of the end

The world did not end in one fell swoop. Chaos spread slowly, like a disease that no one saw coming until it was too late.

It all started with rumors of a new viral strain. No one gave it much thought at first.

You were on a mission at a communications station with Steve, Brock, and Bucky. That night, the radio started flashing with emergency transmissions. The messages were short, garbled, and laden with desperation. Single phrases like “they don't die,” “they're running too fast,” and “there aren't enough of us” began to fill the airwaves.

Steve stood up quickly, while Brock and Bucky were arguing quietly, but when they saw the look on Steve's face, they both fell silent.

“This is not a drill,” Steve muttered. Something serious is going on.

You looked at the three men around you. You knew something terrible was about to happen. 

“What do we do?“ You asked, knowing that you would make the important decisions.

“First, we must secure the area,” said Steve. We don't know how much time we have before chaos overtakes us.

Day 3: The world falls apart

In a matter of days, everything fell apart. Reports of infections were no longer limited to distant cities; they began to come from everywhere. The authorities quickly lost control. 

It was no longer just a viral outbreak. Infected people were not only dying; they were coming back. And the worst thing was that they were not coming back like before. The infected were fast, strong, and, most frighteningly, tireless.

“They don't stop,” Brock said incredulously as you watched a small crowd of zombies crawling through the streets from the window. “They're not afraid; they don't feel pain.”

“They're not human,” Bucky replied.

You were no longer on a secret mission. It was a matter of survival.

“We have to move,” Steve said. We can't stay here. If we stand still, we'll die.

You had decided to leave the makeshift shelter you had been in, looking for a safer place. Supplies were running low, and the zombie hordes were increasing. Every time you looked outside the building; we saw more of them moving in groups.

“What scares me the most is not how long they last,” you observed, looking out the window. “It's that they seem to... learn. They're not like the zombies in the movies. They move faster. They coordinate.”

Brock let out a derisive laugh.

“Welcome to the new world. There are no rules here.

Day 7: The first confrontation

Getting out of the shelter was not as easy as you had planned. You were surrounded by infected, and although you tried to be stealthy, it wasn't long before you were detected. You ran through the deserted, ruined streets.

The sound of gunfire echoed in your ears as Bucky and Brock shot their way through the zombie hordes. Steve was covering the rear, taking out anything that got too close. You ran alongside them, fear consuming you, but you knew that stopping meant death.

You reached a small, ramshackle, cluttered tent, where you barricaded themselves in. Brock, his face covered in sweat and blood, slammed the door shut, blocking it with anything he could find.

“Is everyone all right?“ Steve asked, his gaze sweeping over them quickly to assess if anyone had been bitten.

You nodded breathlessly; you were alive for now.

“This isn't going to hold them off for long,” Bucky said, watching the door shake under the weight of the infected trying to get in.

“So, what do you propose?“ You replied in panic.

“Keep fighting until the last breath,” Brock interjected, reloading his gun.

Day 10: An impossible choice

You had managed to escape, narrowly, but not without losses. Some of the infected had managed to get into the tent, and although we had fought with everything we had, not all of us were unharmed. Bucky had been bitten on the arm, and unfortunately, it wasn't in the metal. You knew what it meant. You all knew.

“No,” you muttered in a broken voice as I looked at the dark bite on his skin.

“You know what you have to do,” Bucky said calmly, though fear flashed in his eyes. “I'm not going to become one of them.”

Steve looked away. He couldn't just let him die, but he couldn't let him become a monster either.

“There's another option,” you said suddenly, my eyes meeting Steve's.

“Which one? “he asked, not taking his eyes off Bucky.

“We can amputate the arm before the infection spreads,” you suggested. “If we do it quickly, we might be able to save him.”

“It's a long shot,” he said. “If we fail, not only will he die, but we'll have a zombie on our hands. But if you think it's worth a try?”

Steve nodded slowly.

“I'm not going to give it up.”

Brock drew his knife without another word, and the room filled with tense silence as you prepared to perform the most desperate surgery of your lives.

[vinylfoxbooks]

Fox Intro Post

I'm finally getting around to my introduction post thingy, so here it is:

Name: Fox Pronouns: She/they Sexuality: Lesbian and on the ace spectrum Age: 18

Fandoms: Marauders, The Magnus Archives, VLD, etc. etc.

Ships: Jegulus, Moonchaser (mostly exes), Starrosekillerchaser (and any variation), Dorlene, PandaMaryLily, JonMartin, QPR TimSasha, Gerry/Micheal, Keith/Matt, etc.

I write primarily Jegulus oneshots here on Tumblr and also on my AO3 but I've also done a couple other things. I don't really do big projects often because I don't have the attention span for that so it's hard. I'm also a hard nonbinary James headcannon and it's in everything I write.

I am open to asks of any kinds: headcanons, advice (though IDK how much help I'll be), random questions, random things you want to say, microfic requests, anything!

I also have a second account (vinylfoxtalks) where I'll talk more about personal things and books (I love reading, specifically this year my reading list consists of entirely Rick Riordan and Brandon Sanderson). This is also where I like from.

Here is my bingo master post

Finally, here's some of my favourite things I've written:

Microfics

June 15 - Release Jegulus microfic w/ canon divergence

June 23 - Brain Fluffy Jegulus microfic

June 24 - Improve Jegulus microfic w/ body horror, and killer James

June 28 - Lawyer Jegulus microfic w/ protective Effie

August 9 - Cemetery Jartylus microfic w/ the three dancing in a cemetery

August 19 - Invite Jegulus microfic w/ Six of Crows Halloween Costumes

Lilene Lily x Marlene microfic w/ Lily and Marlene going to their school's dance together

August 27 - Magazine Jegulus microfic w/ James doing fiber art for their friends

September 1 - Fashion Jegulus microfic w/ Sirius helping Regulus get ready for a date with James

September 6 - Glass Jegulus microfic w/ Mary learning that James is not, in fact, straight

September 7 - King, September 8 - Shadow, and September 9 - Curl Jegulus microfics w/ Regulus and Sirius learning their pirate lovers have been captured

September 11 - Journal Jegulus microfic w/ Sirius finding out about Jegulus and confronting James

September 14 - Metal Jegulus microfic w/ Regulus reacting to James' new piercing

September 23 - Candle Jegulus microfic w/ James joining Regulus in a self-care day

September 26 - Light Moonchaser microfic w/ James and Remus sneaking away from a party

October 4 - Honour and October 8 - Scratch Jegulus microfics w/ James coming to rescue Regulus while he's being forced to attend his parents' party

October 9 - Jealous Jegulus microfic w/ unrequited Moonchaser and Bartylus leading to Jegulus making a plan

October 13 - Wave Jegulus microfic w/ Regulus being forced to go to the beach with his partner and brother

October 26 - Remember Jegulus microfic w/ Potions teacher Regulus getting informed that James still has a picture of him in their room

Ao3 Fics

Got Some Spare Balls Jegulus oneshot, T, wc: 1,251 Regulus loses the ball to his lip ring and is annoyed by the fact that he has to wait and watch the jewelry until he can grab a spare ball from Evan or Dorcas. However, and much to his surprise, James comes to the rescue with a container of spare jewelry that Regulus didn't know about.

They're Soulmates (Impossible Not to Love) Jegulus oneshot, T, wc: 5,013 James and Regulus announce their relationship in a very dramatic way--usual for a man like James Potter--but the Gryffindors are more shocked by the way that Sirius reacts to their relationship; not at all. And that's because Sirius has known about them for longer than any of them realize. They're childhood friends and Sirius has watched his brother and best friend fall in love, he's seen the way that they're perfect for each other.

His Bare Skin in Flashing Lights Jegulus oneshot, M, wc: 3,402 Remus, Sirius, and Peter sneak into a Slytherin party with the help of Marlene and Dorcas, though they're very aware of the fact that James was 'busy'. Upon being at the party they see a certain someone with a certain little brother.

Oh Boy Jegulus oneshot, T, wc: 7,476 Harry's family is going to be having one big dinner and Harry was told to invite his friends and Draco to it. So he does, and his friends get to meet the pure chaos that is Harry's family and see the interactions between them.

He Knows (Because He's One Too) Jegulus oneshot, G, wc: 4,410 Remus, a werewolf, and Sirius, a vampire are trying to hide the fact that they're not human to their overwhelmingly human best friend. However, they learn that they might not have to because there's the possibility of James dating a witch...

What a Coincidence (My Love and I are Wearing Red) Jegulus oneshot, M, wc: 6,899 The marauders are throwing a traffic light party and James is wearing red, but who is he dating? Who else is wearing red at the party, because Lily's wearing green.

You Please Yourself by Pleasing Me Jegulus oneshot, M, wc: 1,424 Reggie loves hickies. He loves the look of them, not necessarily the act that accompanies them. Luckily, James has an oral fixation and is all the more willing to give him a necklace of hickies.

And a Song Someone Sings (Once Upon a December) Jegulus oneshot, T, wc: 12,514 In which the Potters and childhood friends host a Christmas gala every five years for all the less fortunate wizards and everyone's invited.

He's Looking At Me Jegulus oneshot, T, wc: 7,160 Sirius and Remus encourage James to ask his boyfriend, Regulus, to the Yule Ball but Lily doesn't hear 'him' and assumes that he's going to ask her out. Through sharing this with the girls, Marlene gets her with Mary.

The Restricted Section JonMartin oneshot, T, wc: 2,020 Sasha and Tim are having a hard time getting a book they need for a follow up on a statement, because it's in a restricted section that they just can't access. Jon, however, happens to be able to help them--because of course the nerd would have access to a restricted section in an academic library. But that's not the only thing the two assistants learn about their boss because who is this Martin guy helping them?

You're Severely Mistaken JonMartin oneshot, T, wc: 1,788 Tim and Sasha are nervous about dressing up for pride month because Jon, to them, seems like the old homophobic boss that grumbles about 'kids and their sexualities and blue hair.' Turns out, they were wrong.

Love is an Art (And You're a Professional) Jegulus oneshot, T, wc: 7,628 James is a potter and Regulus is a painter. They share a studio and each other's hearts but neither of them know of their association with Sirius (just as he doesn't know about them). Just cute, fluffy moments between Regulus and James in their lives and prepping for an art gallery, and learning about their intertwined lives.

Fluorine Uranium Carbon Potassium (Barium Boron Yttrium) Jegulus oneshot, M, wc: 2,458 James is taking chemistry though they constantly complain about it. When asked why they continue to take it, they can't really supply an answer. Turns out the best thing keeping them in the course is one pretty boy that they can fool around with.

Oh I, Do I Love a Little Bit (Of Kiss Me Kill Me) Jegulus oneshot, T, wc: 4,715 Sirius convinces Regulus to help him and the rest of his frat run a charity event and he gets stuck watching the person he's had a massive crush on make out with people all day.

I'm Leaving Home for the Coastline (Some Place Under the Sun) Jegulus oneshot, T, wc: 11,470, for the Jegulus Bingo Prompt: 'Regulus Stealing James' Sweater' Regulus runs away from France and finds himself in a small town where he finds a very pretty person.

I'm a Creature of Fine Sensation Jegulus oneshot, T, wc: 1,903, for the Jegulus Bingo Prompt: 'Black and White Films' James takes Regulus along on a tradition that they have with Remus and Lily, going to a drive in theater that plays black and white movies.

Beauty in Betrayal Jegulus oneshot, T, wc: 7,368, for the Jegulus Bingo Prompt: 'Apocalypse' Regulus shows up at the Potters' house on Halloween and tells them that they were betrayed and that they need to run. They do and them, Harry, and their friends find refuge in a hidden area.

Starry Eyes and Warm Smiles Jegulus, 11/11 chapters, T, wc: 29,848 Regulus gets paired with his annoying classmate in his art class, James Potter. Regulus slowly learns that James maybe isn't that bad after all and James might be able to get a date out of this whole thing.

Following the Prophecy Jegulus fic, 5/5 chapters, T, wc: 17,927, for the Jegulus Bingo Prompt: 'Dungeons & Dragons' Lily is DMing a D&D campaign with some friends and new faces, that's it. It's just a kind of homebrew D&D Here's a link to the character sheets, one per chapter posted.

Oh My God, They Were Roommates Jegulus oneshot, T, wc: 4,066, for the Jegulus Bingo Prompt: 'Childhood Friends' Sirius invites Remus, the guy that he's been talking to and Regulus' coworker, over to their flat for the first time and informs his brother and best friend that they should engage in their 'plan', the same thing that they do to everyone new that Sirius brings about to the flat.

Protect Me (Take Me Away) Jegulus oneshot, T, wc: 13,784, for the Jegulus Bingo Prompts: 'Regulus Sings to James' and 'Sectumsempra' James and Remus are pirates that went under cover as knights to kidnap the princes. Along the way, they happened to fall in love.

This Man Belongs With Me, I Want Him Jegulus oneshot, T, wc: 5,193, for the Jegulus Bingo Prompts: 'Animagus AU' and 'Black Cat Regulus' James goes on the arduous journey to visit his husband, a vampire living in a faraway castle in France, and how he loves the journey.

Better Than a Movie Jegulus oneshot, E, wc: 6,310, for the Jegulus Bingo Prompt: 'Latex' The group convinces Regulus to go to a Halloween party, where he happens to run into James... James who's wearing a skirt.

Two Alike Minds Jegulus oneshot, T, wc: 7,234, for the Jegulus Bingo Prompts: 'Camping Trip' and 'A Proposal' James takes Regulus out on a camping trip to help distract him from his classwork. It turns out to be the best camping trip of Regulus' life, no matter the complaining.

[slumberpartybingo]

Halloween & Fall Flash Bingo

Get your scary movies lined up, build your blanket fort, light some candles and stock up on all your favourite spooky season snacks because it's time for the Halloween & Fall slumber party! 🍁

We've got two types of flash cards available for you which will each have 5 prompts (no free space). You'll have the usual collection of classic slumber party games, would you rather, never have I ever and truth or dare, plus an extra special prompt theme that is limited to this event only.

Please be aware these cards are only available to sign up for from September 25th to October 31st.

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[faithfulcat111]

Stonathan Sunday

What's this? Posting the Stonathan Sunday before the Six Sentence Sunday portion? Yeah, I am, what of it? Also, be impressed with how many prompt fills I managed to fit into this one fic:

Stonathan Sundays prompt: "Everyone's staring at us."

Whumptober prompt fill: Alt prompt - Shaking

Slumber Party Bingo: Would you rather... Have a partner who's shy OR who makes you feel shy @slumberpartybingo

Halloween Horror Bingo: Skipping Meals

Fall Flash Slumber Party Bingo: Autumn Aesthetic: Leaves dancing in the breeze ; Would you rather... A cozy sweater OR an oversized flannel

Fandom: Stranger Things

Ship: Jonathan Byers/Steve Harrington

"Everyone's staring at us."

Steve lifted his head to look around the courtyard outside the high school. Very few people still ate outside, it was late enough in the season that most people seemed to value staying warm over the privacy being outside the cafeteria provided. Seeing as Steve no longer went to school, he had been very excited at first that his boyfriend was easily meetable at their lunch breaks, school for him and Family Video for Steve. But as the season stretched on and the last of the leaves danced away in the breeze, Steve was realizing that it would take a considerable amount of effort to convince Jonathan to even think of eating inside.

"No, I don't see anyone staring," Steve responded, glancing over at Jonathan, whose eyes were trained downwards on the sandwich he was picking apart. He looked like he was practically drowning in his oversized sweater, but he was shaking. From cold or panic, Steve couldn't quite tell yet. 

"You sure?" Jonathan was biting at the insides of his cheeks now. Steve longed to lean over and hold both of Jonathan's hands closely, kiss them and his forehead slowly as his cheeks turned red and he ducked his head away with a smile rather than the brimming anxiety that was causing it now. 

But they were still out in public. "I'm sure," Steve forced more confidence into his voice. He was never quite sure how much of his bravado Jonathan could see through and how much he chose to believe for his own mind's sake. He pushed more of the weird onion chips that he always grabbed from their snack bar specifically for Jonathan towards him, "Eat." There was that slight quirk of a smile as Jonathan finally abandoned his sandwich in favour of the chips. 

He looked back up at Jonathan, whose anxiety was finally ebbing slightly causing the shaking to back down to a minimum. Steve couldn't in good conscious make him start taking lunch inside. This was one of the only times he could remind him to eat. Jonathan was usually really good about breakfast. The mundane task of getting food ready for himself and the twins keeping him on task. But the rest of the day is where the struggle came in. Robin and Nancy helped where they could, but there was only so much they could do when Jonathan turned away nearly everything offered. And even Jonathan forcing it made it worse. And with it having been early November, Steve knew there had been more and more meals that just flew by without even an attempt.

But they had past the worst of it and he could see the little bit more Jonathan was managing. And as they finished eating and Steve waved him goodbye, watching as Jonathan slowly made his way back into the high school, he found himself wondering if maybe he could convince Jonathan to teach him how to make something simple tonight. After all, he did have to learn how to cook at some point and the few things he's tried to make have always turned out that much better with his boyfriend there to help him and share it. 

[evenfallwriter]

AFTG - SPY AU (P1) || to hunt a rabbit - chapter one

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To Hunt a Rabbit by foxywrites

Fandom: All For The Game - Nora Sakavic

Summary: With the amount of blood staining their hands, a bodyguard was anything but what the foxes were.

"For how much?"

"A million."

But maybe they could make an exception this time.

Word Count: 3185

Rating: Mature

Trigger Warnings: Canon-Typical Warnings, Canonical Rape/Non-con, Blood and Torture, Whump, Morally Grey Characters, Presumed Dead

Relationships: Neil Josten & Ichirou Moriyama, Neil Josten/Andrew Minyard, Jeremy Knox/Jean Moreau, The Foxes | Palmetto State Foxes Member(s) & Neil Josten, Jean Moreau & The Trojans | USC Trojans Member(s), Kevin Day & Neil Josten & Jean Moreau, Katelyn/Aaron Minyard, Nicky Hemmick/Erik Klose, Matt Boyd/Danielle "Dan" Wilds, Seth Gordon/Allison Reynolds, Allison Reynolds/Renee Walker (All For The Game), Kevin Day/Seth Gordon, Kevin Day/Allison Reynolds

Additional Tags: Neil Josten as Abram, Alternate Universe - Spies & Secret Agents, Alternate Universe - Hackers, Soft Neil Josten/Andrew Minyard, Slow Burn, Asexual Aaron Minyard, Asexual Renee Walker, Aromantic Seth Gordon, Protective Foxes | Palmetto State Foxes Member(s) (All For The Game), Andrew Minyard is not Medicated, Exy Does Exist (All For The Game)

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Hail Hydra - Chapter Three “In the Depth of Winter, I Finally Learned That There Was in Me an Invincible Summer.”

When Sergeant Barnes starts to recover from his illness, he’s given other things to worry about. If you look at the CW and still decide to read, it’s on you ❤️ CW: illness recovery, temperature torture, hypothermia, loss of consciousness. Prompts filled: ‘Home’, December 3rd prompt, Dead Dove December ‘Hypothermia’, December 3rd Prompt, Whumpcember ‘Fainting, December 3rd prompt, Hurtcember 2023 ‘I’m Cold… So Cold’, Multifandom Flash Beehive Bingo ‘Losing Time’, Halloween Horror Bingo.

Check it out on AO3 here, or below the KR with the boards!

It only took a few days for the throbbing pain in my arm to begin to subside, with the gruesome streaks staining my skin receding slowly. As much as I was reluctant to admit it, it seemed that this scrawny Russian really was trying to help me. There was a chance – however slim – that I would actually survive this imprisonment.

When my symptoms started to clear, and I was eating and drinking everything they were offering without complaint, the bespectacled man who butchered me came back. I was held fast by Little and Large, pinned to the wall as I snarled, stomach aching from a well-placed punch as I was assessed, cold fingers probing my rapidly-healing stump. I’d known, ever since the time I spent strapped to the sadistic German’s table, that something he’d done to me had changed me somehow. I couldn’t remember most of it – the memories lost to me, buried beneath needles and restraints and metal pressing bruises into my face. But I moved faster, threw further, healed quicker than I ever had before. I was… Not unlike Steve, in some ways. Like how I survived a 400-foot fall and only lost an arm. “You heal quickly, but the arm does not grow back. Интересный… Interesting.” I thrashed once more as he half bent, unbuttoning my combat pants, stained with blood and dust from the concrete ground and splattered with bodily fluids from my using a bucket in the dark. But they were the only comfort I had in my dank cell, and I would not be parted with them easily, my feet lashing out automatically, kicking off the wall to propel myself further. He growled an order, and another fist slammed into my guts, making me retch and slump, sufficiently weakened by my days in captivity that Large’s heavy blow drained my fight, letting the doctor shed first my trousers, then my shorts, leaving me exposed and trembling. Bile rose in my throat at the thought, fingers clenching into a fist where it was pinned to the rough bricks. I will not have the first time a man touches me be this. I’ll die first. But he did nothing – only cast an eye over me before stepping back, nodding at the men either side of me. Little squatted to picked up my dropped clothes, pausing infinitesimally when his hand skimmed the rough edge of my carefully shaped plastic before burying the makeshift shiv amongst the layers, not meeting my eye as he rose once more. I was left to sink to my knees, shivering at the cold air washing over my bare skin, balling up against the wall in some desperate attempt to preserve my body heat. It was bad enough before, but at least my pants were built for cold weather, and I could tuck my fingers into my waistband to stop them freezing. Now, there was no barrier between my body and the cold.

By the time the door reopened, the light beneath the door had receded, plunging me into darkness and lowering the temperature ever further. I was trembling in the corner, creased into myself in a useless motion, hand tucked into my armpit in an effort to preserve my fingers. I scrambled forward desperately at the faint sight of the slender silhouette, trembling desperately. “Please- fuck, please say you’ve got some clothes, I’m freezing my ass off-” He shushed me quickly, kneeling on the floor before me. “I cannot do that. How could I explain that to Ivan?” “Ivan?” “The other guard,” he offered, rubbing my arms roughly. “They are testing to see how cold you can get before you lose consciousness. It will not be pleasant. The more I try to help you, the longer this will last.” “Then knock me out,” I growled, grasping his arm hard and leaning closer. “Please. We both know I’ll last too long even without your help. I can’t do it. Just knock me out.” I can’t lose my other hand to the cold. Please. He hesitated, then shook his head. “I cannot. Not yet, at least. They will be suspicious if you succumb so easily.” Burning acid rose in my throat – the only part of me that felt any warmth. “How long?” “Hm?” “How long do I have to last before you’ll help me?” He hummed thoughtfully, grimacing. “… A week, at least. You survived in the snow for hours before we found you, with no ill effects. They expect you to reach at least ten days before you cannot be woken. Much shorter, and there will be suspicion.” “A week,” I breathed, shivering at the thought, despite his hands still rubbing warmth into my biceps. “I will help you as much as I can.” He reached into his jacket, pulling out a flask and offering it to me. “It is whiskey,” he offered when I hesitated, unscrewing the cap and taking a pointed sip. “Safe. It will warm you.” I took a long, grateful gulp, trembling as the heat spread through my bones. “… I don’t understand why you’re helping me.” “I told you; I have no fight with you, Американский. I-” “No,” I interrupted quietly, shaking my head. “No, you wouldn’t risk your life for me, not for that.” He narrowed his eyes thoughtfully, watching me closely. “… You remind me of a man I knew.” Snorting in disbelief, I shook my head. “I do?” “Yes. A… A friend of mine.” He blushed minutely, and my eyebrow arched. “… A good friend.” “Ah. You-” “No, no. He… No.” I winced sympathetically, inundated with flashes of home, of a sweet boy I grew up with who had no idea how I felt for him. “… I know what that’s like.” “You do?” he clarified in surprise, hands stuttering on my arms. “You remind me of him, actually,” I chuckled, shaking my head in disbelief. “Or- well, who he used to be, I suppose. He’s been through some… Changes, recently.” “I do?” he pressed, head cocked, those pale eyes locked on me, smiling softly. “I…” Despite myself, I licked my lips nervously, moving just a little closer. Oh, Steve… Shaking my head sharply, I drew back, snapping the illusion and breathing deeply as the cold settled over me once more. “Yes. You do. You… Look quite similar.” He nodded once, a hint of colour shading his cheeks as he removed his hands from me. “Yes, well… I-I will be back tomorrow evening. Just hold on, Американский… They say the war will be over soon. The prisoners will be released. You can go home to the man you know.” Offering him a weak smile, I nodded once. “So can you.” His face fell, and I winced. “…You can’t?” “No,” he replied quietly, eyes diverted. “No, I cannot. He was killed four months ago. By Germans,” he added, turning a startlingly angry gaze to me. “And yet it is Americans we keep in cells.” I blinked in surprise at his unexpected venom, silent until he stood. “… I never asked your name.” He offered me a shaky grin, pale in the dim light. “Aleksandr. Aleksi. And you, Американский? What do they call you?” “James. Bucky, to my friends.” He extended a hand, and I slid mine into his warm embrace hesitantly. “Pад встрече. It is nice to know you, James.” “Bucky,” I corrected softly. “Call me Bucky. It’s nice to know you too, Aleksi.”

He was right; it wasn’t pleasant. Each morning, when the larger man – Ivan – dropped off my meagre rations, he doused my trembling, naked body in icy water, my jaw juddering so fiercely that my teeth ached and I bit my tongue into rapidly-healing ribbons. My fingers and toes survived only by the Aleksi’s grace, an hour spent with my feet tucked beneath him, my body slowly but surely pressing closer to his as he warmed my fingers between his own, never complaining about my freezing skin. By the fourth night, he offered me his shirt while he sat with me, but I could only scoff weakly. “I don’t think it would fit over one of my arms. But thank you.” By the sixth, my vision was blurring, and the idea of another morning doused in water brought tears to my eyes as I cowered against him, his arms tight around me to keep me as warm as he could. I hated this weakness, but I had no choice but to accept it; I knew the likelihood of me surviving without the kind Soviet’s assistance was significantly slimmer. “I’m cold… So c-cold…” I stammered, trembling violently. Despite his best efforts, the numbness was beginning to settle irreversibly into my bones, the relief I found in his warmth dwindling each evening.

I knew I had reason to worry when even the cold water thrown over my body barely elicited a response. I was too tired to raise my head – too tired even to tremble any longer, between the cold keeping me awake and the shivering strapping my strength, my body’s desperate attempt to keep myself going depleting the last of my reserves. A foot found my ribs, and I could only moan weakly, eyes flickering as I sunk into unconsciousness, darkness overwhelming me even before my half-raised head met the ground.

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[polizwrites]

PoliZ’s WIP Update - 25 Oct 2023

Another busy week, but some good progress - I touched 4  fics (2 WIP & 2 new works)  for a total of  2089 words.

On Ao3, I posted: 

Chapter Six of  A Sugar-Coated Pill  - No Powers Sugar Daddy omegaverse  with Alpha!Amputee!Bucky & young!omega!Tony finally getting together for Bucky’s rut.  

On Tumblr I posted: 

 Carving Out Time Together - Avengers Tower one shot with recovering!Bucky and Tony. 

Cutting the Strings - Avengers Tower  one shot with recovering!Bucky and Tony spending time together.  

I have  19 semi-active WIPs  😬 with my  current  deadlines being Halloween Horror Bingo and the Fictober/ Flufftober/ Whumptober prompt challenges that all wrap at the end of the month.

See  below cut for what I’m working on/planning to work on - arranged more or less by bingos/challenges/etc.  As always, feel free to send me   prompts or plot bunnies as well as asks regarding  any of these projects  or any other WIPs I’ve got out there.   Interaction really helps feed the Muse and keep me motivated!

Seek & Destroy Collab

After reading @psychiccatpanda‘s amazing   Morguna and the Green Queen, I  got the itch to explore the Soldier’s POV and talked  Faustie into   collab’ing with me!  We’re working on a new part of the series, and I’ve  contributed about 900 words towards the  2500-ish we have so far.   Going to see if I can squeeze any of my BBB squares into this fic.

Halloween Horror Bingo - [HHB_23] (Ends 31 Oct 2023)

Just signed up for this event, hosted by @halloweenhorrorbingo. After picking three horror films, you get a 3x3 card (with 3 alternates) with prompts based on those films.  Gonna see what I can squeeze in over this last week!  

* B1 - Dealing with Extreme Cold  - seems like a good match with my BBB Cold   and or SVB Last Resort  square along with Whumptober: Thermometer  & Fictober "It's not too late, let's go."

* B2 - Getting Blood Samples  -  this could squish into  the  Werewolf!Tony fic I’m working on, featuring  Howard Stark’s A+ parenting  (and found family).  Currently sitting at  741 words 

* B3 - Dealing with an Extraterrestrial   – I might whip up a drabble with the Avengers  interacting with Rocket and/or Groot.  

Fictober/Flufftober/Whumptober - [FFWtober_23] (Ends 31 Oct 2023)

I’m lumping these three prompt challenges together as I plan on mixing and matching with a goal of using at least four prompts from each list by the end of the month for a total of 12 prompts.  I’m still  behind at only seven  used so far, but will try to get one or two more done before the end of the month! 

* Whumptober Day 2: Thermometer  see  HHB Dealing with Extreme Cold 

* Fictober Day 12: "I'm not saying I didn't like it."  Posted  a short Chapter 2  for   Caught By the Rain and Blinded by the Lightning  last Thursday as a crossover with my  TSB Pairing: Tony/Thor square; it came in at  567 words.

* Whumptober Day 15: Makeshift Bandages | Suppressed Suffering  –  see HHB  There’s something under the bed  above. 

* Fictober Day 20:  “This better be good”  and  Flufftober Day 20:   Combined these prompts with my  TSB  Holiday Fic and  WIB   Pumpkin Oct Adoptable squares and the Flash Fiction Friday prompt  By Candlelight  and  wrote     Carving Out Time Together  -  a bit of  pre-slash Tony & Bucky spending time together  making jack-o-lanterns.   It came in at 870 words and I plan to post this to Ao3 on Friday.   

* Fictober Day 23:   "No, you won't understand, ever." Tweaked the prompt a bit and combined it with my  WIB Unreliable Narrator  and BBB Never the Fall that Kills You squares for  Cutting the Strings  - where Tony intervenes a bit to help recovering!Bucky get some breathing room from Steve.  It came in at  740 words and will post on  Ao3  sometime before the bingos finish.     

* Fictober Day 24:  [melting emoji]  - combine with  TSB  "Get back in bed!"  Tony has a fever and won’t listen to his partner. Maybe throw in a little Whumptober too? 

* Fictober Day 27:   "I don't know if they will accept this."  - This could be a fun combo with TSB  T2 - KINK: Cock-blocking 'bots. 

*Whumptober #29:  Troubled Past Resurfacing | “What happened to me?”  see HHB  Getting Blood Samples above.  

WinterIron Bingo  - [WIB_R1]   (Ends 16 Dec 2023)

I have nineteen  fills completed and two WIPs for this brand-new bingo event that I’m helping mod!  Along with crossfilling against my other bingos,  I’m going to try to combine my B column squares for the Iron Soldier badge (complete a bingo with a single work). – Alpha Tony Stark, “That was not my intention.”, James Rhodes, Alpine loves Tony and Blind date.   (Tony POV remix of A Sugar Coated Pill?)

* N1 - Bucharest –  I think I can fold this into a future chapter of My Love is Vengeance -  where a young!Tony and a recovering!Bucky have been kidnapped by Hydra, who still thinks Bucky is the Soldier.  

* N4 - Unreliable Narrator - see FFWTober Day 23 

* G2 - Eye contact during sex - Posted  Chapter 6 of A Sugar-Coated Pill, last Friday,  where Bucky figures out what making love really means, with Tony’s help. It crossed over with BBB KINK: Gentle Sex and came in at 1177 words

* G4 - AU: College Students – looking to expand Beaten to the Punch with some backstory on Bucky and Tony as science camp counselors to fit with this square - will also cross over with my WFB  Volunteering Together square.  

* O5 - Gentle – use this poem  as inspiration?

* Oct Adoptable - Pumpkin  – see  FFWTober  Day 20.  

Stucky’Verse Bingo Round 1 - [SVB_R1]   (Ends 22 Dec)

Eleven fills, two WIPs and a couple of ideas.

* A1 - Harem - crossover with CABB Secret/Forbidden Relationship - Bucky and shrimpy!Steve are both concubines who love each other more than their lord. I poked at this a little for 71 words.

* A4 - Fairy Tale Curse  - this seems custom-made for a continuation of Beyond the Beast😁  Nothing written yet, other than some Vague Ideas.  

* C3 - FREE -  probably using this for Chapter 2 of   Half of the Flesh and Blood That Makes Me Whole   - a Bucky POV remix of at least the first part of Take What Was Wrong (And Make it Right), which is currently sitting at  52 words.  I’m expecting at least one more chapter, possibly two, depending on how far I want to take the remix.   

* C5 - Last Resort - see HHB Dealing with Extreme Cold 

Bucky Barnes Bingo  - [BBB_R5]   (Ends 10 Jan 2024)

I’ve got  fifteen fills,  four WIPs,   and a couple more Vague ideas.

* B2 - KINK: Seduction Mission - See SWB  Natasha Romanoff above.  

* B5 - Cold - see HHB  Dealing with Extreme Cold

*  U1 - Never the fall that kills you -  See FFWTober Day 23. 

* U3 - Fireplace -  Working on a 1980′s No Powers WinterIron fic set at a ski lodge where Tony’s being wooed by poetry and love letters that Bucky wrote to someone else.   Started poking at this as a crossover with a Love Letters prompt and it’s sitting at 129 words.

* C2 - Yelena Belova–   The plan is to use this prompt in the next chapter of Peresmešnik,  (aka Three Avengers and a Baby), which is currently sitting at 1303 words (600-ish of which are mine).

* C5 - Marriage of Convenience/Pretend Couple -  next chapter of   Lady Natasha’s Consort and Lord Steve’s Companion.    Got a spark of an idea the other day that might get me a bit further on this fic.  

* K3 - Magic -  Aro!Bucky healing with a kiss idea?

* K4 - Accidental villany - the BBB Discord party resulted in a hilarious Mob AU communal story  (mobster!Bucky & clueless!Steve plus Clint&Natasha&Scott shenanigans)   that several of us did/are going to contribute to Rashomon-style.  

Original plan was to squish this fill  into  Somewhere to Turn when I posted it to Ao3 

* Y1 - Gentle Sex – In-progress Chapter 6 of Sugar-Coated Pill- see WIB Eye Contact During Sex.

* Y3 - Alpine  - see WIB Iron Soldier combo.

* Y4 - Forgotten Things -   using this for Chapter 4 of   You Can’t Stop It With a Gun  - it’s sitting at  116 words at the moment.

* Y5 - "This might as well happen"  - see  HHB  Something Under the Bed above.

* May Adopted - Insomnia - finally got this filled with The Dead of Night, which also filled a Flash Fiction Friday prompt [#FFF211 An Old Friend] along with my JBB FREE square. It came in at 317 words and will post to Ao3 before this event ends.

* August Adopted: Take the Shot - sounds like a WinterHawk fic to me… maybe cross over with JBB Touch-starved?  Whumptober/Fictober possibilities as well. 

Tony Stark Bingo Round 7  - [TSB_R7]   (ends 15 Feb)

Fifteen   fills and one WIPs, with a couple of ideas in play.  

* S1 - Galaxy - possibly use in final chapter of   Never More to Go Astray ?  

* S3 - Pairing: Tony/Thor - see Fictober Day 12 above. 

* T2 - KINK: Cock-blocking 'bots - see Fictober Day 27 above

* T3 - A pairing you've never done - @SomeSortofItalianRoast and I are looking at collabing on a  Steve/Tony/Scott fic - possibly throw in a  Flufftober/Fictober prompt?  

* T5 - Shawarma - possible crossover with SAUB Canon Divergence – Battle of New York-related?

* A2 - KINK: Concubine - possible crossover with SAUB Gentle Dom

* A5 - Building your friends - used this for the Tony Stark Bingo Mark VII - September Round Robin - contributed 395 words to the overall fic.    

* R1 - Animal Transformation - DemonPanda shared a fun prompt on the WIB server - Tony as a short-haired werewolf who needs to cuddle his pack members for warmth.  I had a bit of inspiration this morning and wrote 322 words of flashback/backstory.  

* R5 - Doppelganger/Evil Twins -   The Flash Fiction Friday prompt [#FFF214 Broken Mirror] got me at least a good start on the idea I’ve been playing with for this square. I posted NamNori on Tumblr and have a general idea of how I want to build on it to also fill my SAUB AU: Crack square. It’s currently sitting at 360 words.

* K2 - "Get back in bed!"  -  see Fictober Day 24  above

* K4 - Holiday Fic - see FFWTober Day 23 above 

* September Adopted:  Tony/Stephen - see  Flufftober Day 6 above

Stony AUniverse Bingo  [SAUB_R1] (ends 15 Feb)

Another brand-new bingo I’m helping co-mod!   Six fills, three WIPs and several  crossover ideas already!

* S1 - Edging - Filled this with Ringing in the New, where Tony makes a suggestion to improve/change up their love life. It’s a crossover with a Flash Fiction Friday prompt: How Do You Use ‘It’? and came in at 324 words - I will post it to Ao3 before the event is over.

* S2 - AU: Crack - see TSB   Doppelganger/Evil Twins

* S3 - AU: Wings - see SVB FREE square

* S5 - Accidental Baby Acquisition - see BBB Yelena Belova

* T1 - AU: Fantasy -  CoffeeOwl shared a really cool dragon!Steve/indebted!Tony prompt in the ACB Discord server that I may be playing with for this.

* T4 - AU: Canon Divergence - see TSB Shawarma above.

* N2 - Mutual Pining - crossover with CABB Royal Knight?

* N3 - Gentle Dom - see TSB KINK: Concubine above

* Y4 - AU: Soulmates  -  @chrissihr  posted a cool idea about Animated soulmarks, where  only your SM sees your mark move - may try to do something with this!  

Captain (America) Bottom Bingo - Round 2 [CABB] (ends 28 Feb 2024)

I signed up for a 3x3 card for this bingo and have four fills, one WIPs and a couple of crossover ideas.

* A2 - Secret/Forbidden Relationship - see SVB Harem

* B3 - Royal Knight - see SAUB Mutual Pining.

Post July Break Bingo  [JBB_23p] (Ends Apr 2024)

@julybreakbingo is running another event to tide participants over with a 2x3 non-fandom-specific card - still working on  potential crossovers.

* A1 - “It’s you. It’s always been you.” - This might fit in with my TSB Doppelgangers/Evil Twins fill NamNori above :: ponders::

* B1 - Ask the neighbor if they know why your apartment is haunted  - I gotta do something with this for Spooky Month - maybe combine with TSB Old Ghosts or something off my HHB card  :: ponders:: 

* B2 - Character’s personality is split into two different beings – I’ve never played with Bucky & the Soldier being two different people, but this seems like the perfect opportunity! Will see what might be a good crossover on BBB or WIB (or even SVB)

*  C1 - Touch Starved – another good fit for a Bucky-centric fic. (Steve or Tony or Clint) possibly crossover with BBB Take the shot?

Steve Rogers Bingo - Round 3 [SRB_R3] (ends  15 Jun 2024)

Got my card and requested a few swaps - need to ponder possible crossovers, especially with SAUB, SBV   & CABB  

* C5 - Exes to Lovers  - crossover with  CABB - "B1 - "All I wanted was for you to be happy."  – Bucky or Tony as the Ex?   SAUB S4 - Arranged Marriage  might be an additional crossover  

D1 - Multiple Submissives -  crossover with  CABB - C3 - Bath/shower sex  and SAUB  Y1 - Pre-Serum Steve Rogers?   

Warm and Fluffy   Bingo  - [WFB]   (no end date)

I got my card from  @warmandfluffybingocards back in February but really haven’t done much with it  - however, I’m picking it back up for some crossover possibilities!

 * O5 - Volunteering Together – see WIB AU: College Students

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On  other creative fronts:  I am working on a She-Hulk Stuffed With Character figure for a commission and have signed up for the Marvel Trumps Hate event – I’m offering two auctions for up to five characters each!  

If  you’re looking for one of a kind gifts for birthdays or other celebrations, check  out Stuffed With Character    over on Facebook for a full list of my designs (now over 150!).   These soft stuffed figures are  mostly Marvel and monsters, but I have some Star Wars, Star Trek, DC   and Disney figures as well. Plus I love to take custom design   requests  for any fandom!

[nottoolateforthegame]

Fall/Halloween Flash Bingo!

Thanks to @slumberpartybingo for putting together the Fall/Halloween Flash Bingo!

My cards:

I managed to fill 6 out of 10 of my prompts.

They are all posted to my Slumber Party Bingo Fall/Halloween Prompts series. They are mostly 911 but one is Teen Wolf. All gen.

(I would list them all out but just posting them absolutely wiped me out).

[rainisawriter]

Fall and Halloween Flash Bingo {Ficography}

-> Introduction

So, @slumberpartybingo has decided to host a smaller flash bingo event (I’ll post the link once it goes live) for both Fall and Halloween and, of course, ya know your girl had to sign up despite being swamped with Flufftober stuff lmao For this one, though, I’ll be intertwining these WITH Flufftober so it should be fun =D

The dividers I’m using were made by the wonderful @1-800-shedevil in this post.

-> Fall Ficography

Never have I ever… taken a bike ride through the woods.

Autumn Aesthetics: Leaves dancing in the breeze.

Dare: Make a donation to a food bank.

Fall Bucket List: Drive-in movie with all the blankets.

Would you rather… pumpkin spice or cinnamon?

-> Halloween Ficography

Never have I ever… been trapped in the dark.

Macabre Monsters: Hell Hound.

Truth: Do you believe in magic?

Frightening Films: Hocus Pocus.

Would you rather… tell ghost stories or watch scary movies?

[annaofthenorthernlights]

Wrapped in the mood

@flufftober @slumberpartybingo (Halloween/Fall Flash Bingo)

Fandom: Frozen Pairing: Kristanna Rating: T Words: 969

covering follwoing prompts:

flufftober 2023 day 08 “rainy day”

Fall-Flash Bingo „Autumn aesthetics: Thick knit scarves wrapped around your neck”

Halloween Flash Bingo “Frightening films: [Rec]"

The rain has been pouring down for days, clearly autumn weather, and it is pelting them with full force. Kristoff is glad that it's Friday evening and the weekend is beckoning to relax and put his feet up. After a hectic week, there is nothing better than spending some quality time indoors with his fiancée, spending an afternoon without getting soaked.

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[terra-the-grim]

[Image description: A photo titled "60-Year-Old Girl" and captioned "My wife looked like a 60-year-old woman as a child". The girl in the photo has short, curly hair, small earrings, large glasses, and does look like an old woman. The same photo is posted several times, with the following captions:

Gets allowance, and social security

Loses baby teeth, gets dentures

Graduates from elementary school, retires

B-i-n-g-o, b-i-n-g-o, b-i-n-g-o, and bingo night is Thursday

Orders from the kids menu, gets senior discout

Gets a dollhouse for her birthday, covers all the furniture in plastic

Falls off the swing, breaks hip

Sent to principal's office, fired

Keeps her Halloween candy in a glass dish on the table

My E-Z bake oven is giving me hot flashes

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[ao3feed-ateez]

Cursed Ravens Ateez (PSF #25)

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/Q4rjoi9 by TheRainRogue Butch groaned, scowling at his mother. “What’s the big deal? Everyone talks about it, even you and pa!” “Talking about it is one thing, but saying it to the poor girl’s face?” She shook her head, a frown on her lips. “I don’t want to think about what that poor girl would feel if she knew she was the reason her older brothers died.” Words: 7156, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 25 of Pumpkin Spice Fluff, Flufftober 2023, Part 7 of Halloween & Fall Flash Bingo (SPB) Fandoms: ATEEZ (Band) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: Gen Characters: Choi San (ATEEZ), Kim Hongjoong, Choi Jongho (ATEEZ), Jung Wooyoung (ATEEZ), Song Mingi (ATEEZ), Park Seonghwa, Jeong Yunho (ATEEZ), Kang Yeosang Relationships: Younger Sister Reader - Relationship, Older Brothers Ateez Additional Tags: Fluff, Family, Adventure, Alternate Universe, AU, Medieval, Medieval AU, Fantasy, Flufftober, Flufftober 2023, Reader Insert, Female Reader, fairytale, the seven Ravens, the Brothers Grimm read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/Q4rjoi9

[slumberpartybingo]

That's all the current Slumber Party Bingo requests created and sent out!

Anyone waiting for their Halloween and Fall Flash cards shouldn't have to wait much longer. I've got two batches to make, one will be tomorrow and the second will be Monday/Tuesday! 💚