#should i tag the other characters pfft

[absurdumsid]

Can you please draw some Fell x Nightmare and/or Fell x Killer? No pressure :)

sorry anon have some implied kist angst instead PFFTH

[thsc-confessions]

"Confession, I enjoy rare pairing that people ship! My favourite art requests are rare pairs where I don’t even know who the characters are so I get to learn about them! I also get to explore how the paring would work! It’s quite nice and designing the characters into my style is fun. I also enjoy the crack ships, the ones where you question “why and how” but also start questioning the universe on “why do they work so well??” I want more fun ships and have gotten a big bored of the popular ships."

"Note nothing wrong about them I love the popular ships and ship them myself lots. I just enjoy new and fresh ships that keep things interesting. I can only do so many Henry centric ship prompts before I decide to toss him around like a rag doll… actually didn’t I already do that? (:"

From your,

Friendly Neighbourhood Eldritch Horror <3

submitted by @howlerlight

[dangerliesbeforeyou]

rewatching thinking out loud & i'd honestly forgotten how moving reece's performance was in it...

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

All In 2

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Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as noncon/dubcon, age gap, power imbalance, low self esteem, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: you meet a mysterious man on a night out with your sister. (petite!reader)

based on the winning option for this poll

Characters: casino owner!Bucky Barnes

Note: told myself to slow down, didn’t.

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You finish your cocktail before you go into the concert hall. Roxie grabs a third and you pass, not wanting to run back and forth to the bathroom. Besides, you don’t really like the way the vodka stirs in your stomach and little behind your eyes.

The band is decent. You don’t know any of the songs and only vaguely heard of the artist they are a tribute to. Still, you enjoy the live show; you focus on their instruments and how they use them. You always wanted to be musical but never had a sense of tone or melody.

By the end of the set, you’re yawning. Your sister is on her fourth drink and you can’t tell if she’s swaying to the music or if it’s more than that. As the rows empty, you shuffle out with the rest of the concert goers. The bright lights of the casino greet your squint and your ears pulse slightly from the noise of the strumming and crashing show.

“Mm, so, what’d’ya say?” Your sister makes almost every word into one, “how do we spend this?”

She fishes out the chip and you give a sheepish frown. You almost forgot about it. You still think you should turn it in. You don’t feel right spending someone else’s money. You do that often enough, much too old to be living off your mom.

“Don’t be boring,” she warns, “jeez. It’s just cards. Odds are, whoever dropped it, would’ve lost it to the house anyway.”

She claps her hand around your shoulder. You pull back the sleeve of your cardigan to check the time. It’s after ten! You haven’t been out that late since... ever.

“I’m not boring,” you cross your arms and shrug her off. “I just... am different than you.”

“Boring,” she repeats. “You can’t spend all day in your room.”

Yes, you can. And you do.

You don’t argue. When she’s like this, it’s only bound to become a scene. There are too many strangers around for that.

“Black jack,” she declares and spins the coin. It slips from her grasp and falls between her feet. She bends over shamelessly in her dress to pluck it up. “Come on, let’s clean up.”

She struts ahead and you shuffle after her, nervously wringing the strap of your purse. Hopefully she loses it quickly and you can just retreat home in defeat. You catch up to her as she reaches the stairs. She giggles as she leans on the railing and you take her other arm, trying to support her wobbly steps.

“Want another drink?” She asks.

“No, think we’re good.”

“We?” She scoffs, “I’m fine.”

“Please, Rox, let’s just find a table,” you peek around as her voice rises a bit louder than you like.

“Pfft, fine, but if I win, I'm getting a drink.”

You nod. Go along to get along. That’s what your mother always told you when it came to your sister. She’s more like your father than she cares to admit.

You get to a table and she sits easily on the high seat of the tall stool. She lays down the single chip and the dealer offers to break it into smaller ones. She nods and shrugs. You envy how smoothly she just breezes through things.

You stand behind her. You don’t want to take up a seat and the stool is too much of a climb for you. You can see it wobbling as you attempt to hitch yourself up with the crossbar. You’re good, you shouldn’t get comfortable.

You listen to the shuffle of cards as your sister murmurs something you can’t make out. You can only hear the low drone of voices as you stand back. You sidle out of the way as a man claims the empty stool beside your sister. He buys in and another hand is dealt. Hasn’t she lost yet?

The man leans into your sister and you grimace. She turns her head to listen to him and she giggles. Your cheeks blaze hotly and you cross your arms and rock. Neither seem to notice you as they get closer and closer.

As the game progresses, you can only really make out what the dealer says; the different numbers that have grumbles coming from other players. You bring your hand up to pick at the button on your cardigan. The man puts his arm around your sister’s back, his hand on her hip as wiggles in her seat coyly. What about Tom?

You peer around awkwardly. Do you stop her? Remind her of the boyfriend that got her the tickets for tonight? You bounce in your flats and pause as you find someone else staring back at you. Or are they? Just as quickly as your eyes meet, the stranger’s eyes flit away and he’s back to chatting with another man. It’s the very same man who gave you the chip. Maybe her forgot you. That’s not a surprise.

You return your attention to your sister. The man has moved his arm between them and your sister squirms. You watch his elbow as he pulls his hand back. He’s touching her leg. She’s wiggling and suddenly, she shoves him away and screeches.

“EH! I got a boyfriend, perv! I said stop.”

Her voice carries along the high ceilings and you cringe. You back up, cowering away as she stands and the stool teeters dangerously. She fists her hand and you think for a moment she might just hit the guy. He scoffs and turns in his seat.

“Babe, just wanted to buy you a drink.”

“Whatever. You fucking creep!” She hollers.

“Ma’am,” the dealer calls from the table, “is there a problem?”

“Y-yeah,” she hiccups, “this dude had his hand up my skirt.”

“She’s drunk,” the man shakes his head, “listen to her.”

“I’m--” your sister’s denial catches in her throat, “doesn’t mean he can just touch me.”

“Ma’am, if you’re drunk, we’re going to have to ask you to leave.”

“I’m fine. I'm not that...” She slides off the stool and stands, grabbing the chips in front of her seat and tossing them across the table. “You’re all a bunch of crooks.”

Her ankles tangle as she spins and she barely gets her balance before she storms away. Her strides are uneven as she bobbles drunkenly. You watch after her with wide eyes before you follow. She leads you into the bathrooms as she growls and grumbles. She slams into a stall and you stand outside.

You wait until she comes out. She’s quieter and her eyes are hazy. She washes her hands and applies a new coat of lip gloss.

“What a bust,” she pouts and rolls her eyes, “one more drink and we’ll go.”

“Maybe we should just leave now.”

“That guy was such a pervert,” she sneers at you, “you saw where his hand was.”

You nod, “yeah, I did...”

“So, you know I wasn’t being dramatic.”

“Yeah, but... everyone heard.”

“Oh fuck off,” she pushes your shoulder and stomps past you.

You feel bad. It’s not that she shouldn’t defend herself. You admire that she can, but she didn’t need to be so obnoxious. You trail after her into the casino. She heads directly for the bar. You hang your head and wait behind her. This time, she doesn’t offer you a drink. She’s mad at you now so it’s the silent treatment.

“Honey,” another man approaches, “how about I get that for you?”

“Huh?” She babbles, “oh, sure, baby, that’s sweet.”

The man offers his card to the bartender and orders a highball. He leans his arm on the tall bar top as he faces your sister. She bats her lashes at him and giggles as she pulls her drink closer.

“What’s your name, gorgeous?” He asks.

You blink. It’s like you’re not even there. You watch awkwardly, wishing the floor would swallow you up. Instead, you find an empty stool one seat away.

“Roxie,” she answers as you struggle up onto the seat. “And you, handsome?”

“Sam,” he returns, “what’re you drinking then?”

You notice him touch her glass along the brim but can’t see much else around your sister. She replies and his own drink is served. You shrink down and sigh. She’ll get her free drink and then you can just leave. You hope. You hold your chin as you dread another scene.

“Can I get ya something?” The bartender approaches.

“Er, water, please,” you choke out. He seems disappointed but gets you a glass.

You try not to overhear your sister and that man. It’s awkward and you hate this. It’s not the first time she’s done it either. The few times she’s brought you along, you’ve somehow become a third wheel. It reminds you of when you were kids and your mom forced her to take you with her somewhere. She doesn’t actually want you around, she’s genetically obligated.

“Woah, baby, you okay?” The man raises his voice and your sister’s body slumps. Shoot. No.

You barely get off the stool as the man clings to her drooping body. She giggles wildly as you tweak your ankle and rush over. That man, Sam he called himself, seems somewhat calm given the situation.

“Slow down, babe,” he chortles, “Jesus.”

She’s drunk. You knew she shouldn’t have had another drink. Your eyes meet Sam’s and he squints.

“You know her?”

“My sister,” you murmur.

“Oh, right, well...” he clears his throat and looks around, “you can take care of her then.”

“Wait--” you barely keep her up as she leans on you as she’s almost sideways on the stool.

He’s just leaving you? What the heck? You guess if he can’t get anything out of her, she isn’t worth the effort.

You sniff and struggle to slide your sister down to her feet. She’s heavier than you expect and her height makes her difficult to balance. You glance over as the bartender nears.

“Everything okay?” He asks sternly.

“We’re leaving,” you assure him, “sorry.”

“Five minutes,” he taps his watch face, “or I call security.”

You nod and move your arm around your sister’s back, “please, Rox, gotta work with me.”

She laughs again, “hey, where’d that cute guy go?”

“Please,” you beg again, “don’t...”

“Oh, hi,” she touches your faces and squeezes your cheeks, “baby sister.”

You hate when she’s like this. She’s always been a drinker, ever since high school when her friends would sneak out bottle from their parents’ stash. What was once an act of rebellion as a teen is now concerning as an adult.

“Excuse me, everything okay?” The timbre makes your heart drop and you nearly let go of Roxie as she leans in the other direction.

You look up. Oh god. It’s him. That dark-haired man in his expensive suit.

“I’m just... we’re on our way out--”

“She alright?” He points at your sister.

“Tipsy,” you utter.

“I see,” he pushes his hair back as it slips forward, “can I help?”

“Uh, you don’t--”

Before you can answer, he has your sister’s other arm. He almost lifts her entire weight off of you as he supports her against his shoulder. Your entire body is emblazoned in humiliation. You refuse to look above the floor as you’re certain you must have an audience.

You get your sister across the floor and into a hallway. There's an exit sign ahead but you're all turned around. The man stops you and Roxie.

"Where'd you park?" He asks, "this leads to Lot 5."

"Oh, uh..." you blanch. You hadn't thought of any of that. You slouch under Roxie's weight and try to see around her. "I'm not sure but... I don't drive. She was supposed to."

"Ah," he clucks, "and now she can't."

"Right," you agree glumly, "I'm sorry."

"You're sorry? Why?" He asks.

"I didn't think... I let her--"

"Did you let her drink or did she make that choice knowing she was supposed to get behind a wheel?" He challenges.

"I guess... yeah. Sorry."

"Really, doll, no need to keep going on like that," he dismisses, "well, it's late and I can't in good conscience let you wander out with her like this. Especially if you don't have a way home."

"I could..." you begin. A taxi? You'd have to ask your mom to pay the driver when you get home. "Why would you... care?"

"Well, as the owner of this establishment, it won't look good on me if two pretty girls left and went missing," he chuckles then stops himself, "sorry, that's not funny. I just... we overserved your sister obviously so it's on us."

"Owner?" You gulp. You didn't think this could be any more humiliating.

"Bucky," he reaches around you sister.

You hesitate. You can't shake his hand properly as yours is around your sister so you just sorta grab his hand briefly and squeeze two fingers, retracting with another raze of embarrasment. You barely squeak out your name.

He repeats your name before he continues, "I'll get you two a room so she can sober up."

"What? No. That's... too much."

"It's late," he insists, "here," he pulls Roxie away from you as her head lolls and she snorts. He lifts her against his chest, carrying her easily. "I know a back way, just follow my lead, doll."

"Ummmmm," you drone and he waltzes back the way he came, hardly detered by the drunken body in his arms. You can only kick yourself and scramble after him. This night could not have ended any worse. Well, you guess it could if it went the way he suggested.

[scorpioriesling]

Too Hot to Handle - Episode 7

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Characters featured: Reader, Feyre, Morrigan, Nesta, Gwyn, Elain, Emerie, Amren, Cassian, Lucien, Eris, Tarquin, Rhysand, Helion, Azriel, & Tamlin

Warning(s): light suggestion if you squint

SR’s Note: I feel like so much happens this episode… hopefully, it’s your cup of tea. Maybe, maybe not. xoxo Tags: @velarisdusk @lilah-asteria @starlightazriel @cynthiesjmxazrielslover @paintedbyshadows @book-obsessed124

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"I missed you so much!"

Morrigan's arms are wrapped so tight around your neck, she is threatening to cut off the air supply to your lungs. You manage a grin, watching as Feyre approaches from over her shoulder.

"Morrigan, I was only gone for one night-"

"Uh, yeah," she releases you, stepping back to look at you wide-eyed. "But that one night was the night from Hell, let me tell you." She says, shaking her head.

Yeah, you thought to yourself, your mind racing to those red walls and endless pleasure instruments you weren't allowed to touch all night long. Wouldn't she like to know.

"Was the new arrival really that bad?" You ask, looking to Feyre instead. Her eyebrows lifted as she sighed, shaking her head slowly.

"She... she definitely left the entire group a bit shocked-"

"Shocked? Yeah, that's to put it lightly." Morrigan tutted, crossing her arms. The golden bangles rattled on her wrists, and a few of the guys looked over as her volume rose. "She walked in looking like a fucking moon goddess, right? All silvery and elegant, and, well, I don't know, goddess-like," her cheeks flushed at her lack of finding the right words. A splash behind you reminded you that there were in fact other people hanging out by the pool, and you moved in closer toward your friend, hoping she would talk quieter.

"Then, Lana -- that damned cone," she scoffed. "She kept edging us all, acting like this bitch was going to take one of our men on her date -- I swear to the Gods, had she picked Helion, I-"

"Mor, could you lower your voice? I think people are looking-"

"Oh, and I hope they do! Look all they want, for all I care. Every one of them was looking wayyyyy longer than they should have last night, as soon as the newest shiny thing walked in -- and MOST OF THEM, BY THE WAY, ARE IN RELATIONSHIPS WITH OTHER PEOPLE!" She says the last part rather loudly, and Feyre looks at the pavement in embarassment. Your eyes widen in horror. Maybe it was a good thing you and Lucien weren't here last night -- not that he was untrustworthy, after all, you'd all but gotten past the "Elain thing" for the most part -- but if it truly was as bad as Mor was making it out to be, all the more reason to not get involved.

"Well," you say quietly, hoping to de-escalate the already awkward situation. "I haven't met this new girl yet, so I can't really say anything about her until I have a chat with her. Do you guys know where-"

"Pfft, she's over there," Mor unashamedly points a polished red fingernail toward the other side of the pool, directly over your shoulder. You wait for Feyre to chastize her for pointing, swat her hand, anything... but she doesn't. Gods... the situation must really be controversial.

"Looks like she had a good enough time on her date. Maybe she's turned Eris around for the better." Mor shrugs, and glances toward the villa's kitchenette. "I'm done talking about Nesta for now, and I need a damn drink -- you ladies want me to grab you a margarita on my way?"

Nesta. Oh boy. You glance over your shoulder, watching as the new blonde in the silver bikini ties her hair up into a bun, the red-headed male beside her taking in the view in all its glory.

You take a deep breath. "A margarita sounds great."

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The tile is cool against the heated soles of your feet, warm from your walk outside to the villa's main bedroom. The day had been frenzied, people chattering about this and that, the boys working out (per usual), many of the girls lounging by the pool or walking along the beach -- but by sundown, it was time to ready for dinner. You'd stayed out a bit longer tonight by the pool, enjoying a few more chapters of your book before coming in as the rest of the group began primping and prepping for the evening meal.

You were alone in the main bedchambers, digging through your open suitcase on you and Lucien's shared bed. His side was quite a mess -- unfolded clothes, dirty socks strewn about. You'd be sure to remind him to pick up his things later.

You sighed, turning toward the floor-length mirror beside your nightstand. You first held up an orange sundress -- it was cute, and you hadn't worn it yet. But, it was a halter-neck... and that wasn't exactly your favorite. You tossed it back in the bag, pulling out a brown mini dress and held it up. Gods, you loved this one, but you disliked that it was tight, and sometimes you felt insecure, especially at dinner.

However, it would go perfect with your strappy cork sandals you brought.

Ugh... what to do, what to do. You felt anxious, and held it up again. Lucien would be there of course, and you were so hungry... God forbid you ate enough food and the dress fit how it was supposed to, but your silly anxiety coupled with your new relationship-

"Wear it. That color would look beautiful against your skin tone."

You turned, your gaze meeting a pair of silvery grey, kohl-lined eyes behind you. Your mouth opened to say something, and then shut when you didn't know how to respond.

You turned back around, facing yourself again. "I... it's... I wasn't really sure about this one." You say quietly, hearing Nesta zipping up her own bag behind you. "It's cute for sure, I mean, I really like it, I just-"

"So, what's the problem?" You watch as she approaches behind you in the mirror, her eyes meeting yours in question. You stare back, and can only shrug.

"Um... I suppose it's just, a bit fitted, maybe." You settle on. She nods slightly, then shrugs.

"Well, I think it would look great on you. You never know until you at least try it on." She shrugs. "Too tight, take it off. Looks good? Show it the Hell off." She turns, her hair swaying behind her with the movement. Her head turns to the side, a tiny, feline smile on her lips.

"Or, you can always put on the halter-neck option."

In minutes, you have the dress on and of course, it looks great.

"I knew I'd be right." Nesta smirks, bringing your cork heels over to where you stand near the entrance of the bathroom. "I'm really hoping you were going to wear these with it?"

Indeed you were. You slip them on, and she offers you a hand as you slide your feet into the wedges one by one.

You stand at full height, and she offers you a gentle smile. "I don't remember seeing you last night," she says.

"Oh! No, uh, my boyf... uh," your cheeks flush. Did you really almost just say boyfriend? "Lucien and I, we had to stay the night in the private villa..." You fumble. Nesta chuckles, her gaze searching your face.

"Ahh, I see. Lucien, he's got longer hair, right?" She asks. You nod, but before you can say another word, a loud voice calls out from behind you.

"Y/N! Come on, walk with us over to dinner!" Mor's voice rings out from the bathroom. You sigh in embarassment, looking to Nesta again apologetically.

"I'm so sorry -- would you like to walk over with us? Usually the guys end up there first, and I go with Feyre and -"

"Yeah, I'm not sure your blonde friend is very fond of me." Nesta stares at you pointedly, and you can only awkwardly chuckle. She only shrugs.

"It's alright though Y/N -- I'm not here so everyone can like me. I am glad, however, that you do."

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The chatter went on as usual around the large fire, everyone having conversations and sitting with one another. You'd had a filling meal, and had to admit the roasted chicken and Ceasar salad had been delicious. You'd worked to keep your insecurities at bay, only occasionally picking at the giving fabric of your dress and crossing your arms over your stomach. It was after the plates had been cleared that Lucien's familiar touch had made itself known across your lower back, snaking around your waist and pulling you to sit between his legs.

"I haven't seen this one before," his breath fanned against your ear, so warm it tickled. You recoiled a bit, crinkling your nose and smiling as he grinned beside you. His hands rested on your folded arms, stroking up and down.

"I haven't worn it yet," you admitted, looking down at where his fingers made contact with your forearms, hiding the part of you that Nesta had tried to made you forget you were insecure about earlier in the evening. His warm lips pressed a gentle kiss against the base of your neck and you smiled.

"And, why is that, pretty girl?" He asked. You sighed, trying to think of an explaination but not finding one quite good enough.

"Maybe... I was holding one out on you," you offered. He raised an eyebrow, a smirk creeping onto his lips as your eyes met his again. He chuckled, shaking his head at you.

"Whatever you say, city girl," his fingers traced lazily over your skin, and you glanced to your left, watching just in time as Rhysand pressed a kiss to Feyre's cheek. She laughed, her teeth shining in the firelight and you couldn't help but smile for your friend.

To their right, the sweet red-headed girl Gwyn was gazing doe-eyed as Azriel gestured wildly with his hands -- much, to your surprise, unlike how reserved he was on your date with him a while ago. Gone was the dark, mysterious male from that night on the beach; now, you watched as this adventurous storyteller seemed to capture Gwyn's attention in full, like she just couldn't look away.

You, however, continued to observe; you watched how Mor and Helion continued their banter, how Tamlin sat in his usual unassuming presence, and how many of the girls chattered away in their cliques.

Your gaze snagged though on the usually hardened, tough-guy, brutish exterior that Cassian put out in front of others, noticing the lack thereof. His fist sat against his lips, elbow propped up against the arm of the chair he sat in as he anxiously bounced his knee up and down. Your brows rose in suspicion; for someone so usually observant of others, his gaze seemed to only focus on one target.

"Good evening, guests."

The cone in the center of the table lit up, and the group quieted.

"Good evening, Lana!"

"I have some rather exciting news to share with everyone this evening," she continues, and your gaze shifts to Nesta. She sits next to Eris, who's hand is rather low around her waist, but she keeps her gaze focused forward, seeming unbothered.

"Last night, I am happy to announce that there were no rule breaks on Lucien and Y/N's villa stay, which earns the group $5000 back into the prize fund." Lana announces. The group cheers, and Mor whistles, earning a grin from you. Lucien hugs you tight, kissing your cheek in congradulations.

"In addition to all of the dates going well, I have gifts for everyone," everyone looks to eachother in confusion as small, black boxes are brought out by the staff and passed out to each person. Lucien hands one to you, pressing his cheek against yours as he snuggles you close.

"What do you think it is?" He asks quietly.

"I'm not sure... honestly, I have no idea what they'd give us at this point," you admit.

"I hope you enjoy them. Please, everyone, unwrap your boxes." The group does as she says, chatter comencing as realization dawns on the group. Small bracelets with digital circles in the middle of each lay inside the boxes. You take yours out, and Lucien sets his box aside, his fingers gliding over yours as he quietly says, "Allow me to help you?"

You oblige, holding out your wrist as he fastens the technology onto you. He nods in approval, and you blush at the simple act, cherishing the simple kindness and wishing for so much more of it to come. You help him with his too, snapping it into place around his wrist.

"These bands are a means of communication," Lana explains. "The screen in the center will light up green when you effectively open up in the way this retreat is aiming for you to do -- by opening up, you get a green light. A green light means you are free of rule breaking until it turns off."

"Nice!" Eris says, and a few group members chuckle. Nesta rolls her eyes, and you watch as the shade of Cassian's knuckles whitens.

"Along with these bands, I'd like to invite everyone to a beach party tomorrow evening," Lana continues. Murmurs of excitement mumble through the group, a few claps and cheers breaking through the crowd.

"The theme will be Candyland -- you'll be provided costumes accordingly. Good luck guests, and continue to follow my rules in order to recieve green lights."

The group bids Lana goodnight, excited for the chance at a rule-break free opportunity and for the party to come. Conversations ensue once more, everyone talking about costumes, bracelets, tomorrow night -- but you notice, again, Nesta. She talks with Eris, or so it seems, her mouth is moving as she inspects her bracelet, but he seems to only inspect the neckline of her dress.

You glance to your right, she creaking of the chair unmistakable as Cassian stands, silently walking toward the villa.

"We should get a green light in no time," Lucien says, his upbeat tone filling your heart with more hope than it should. "We're good at talking to eachother, don't you think?"

You nod, looking deep into those heterochrome eyes and thinking of every word you're not ready to say out loud yet.

"Absolutely," you say with a smile. "We absolutely are."

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"I hope I get a sucker, I love suckers," Mor giggles, some of her Moscow Mule sloshing into the pool with an grimace and an oops.

"You would want to be a sucker," Feyre rolls her eyes playfully, and Rhysand sneaks up behind her, taking her straw between his teeth for a sip.

"Hey!" She playfully swats him, and he swallows before glancing at her.

"Damn, Fey, its-" he checks his watch. "... 11 AM and you're already drinking?" She giggles, and you shrug, taking another sip of your hard cider.

"Is there something else we're supposed to be doing?" She asks, and he holds his hands up in surrender.

"No no, do as you please," he chuckles, sipping once more before glancing behind him. "Just wondering if you all planned to try talking to the newbie today."

Mor groans, and your stomach sinks a little. "Ughhhh," she says. "Can we please move on from that? She's here like everyone else, isn't she? What's the big deal?" Mor rolls her eyes, and Feyre looks hurtfully at Rhys.

"Yeah, what is the big deal, Rhys?" She asks quietly. Rhys wraps his arms around her slender waist, pulling her close to him as she continues to frown at her drink.

"You know I'm not incinuating anything doll," he half-whispers. "I was just wondering if anyone talked to her yet, or if she had been included at all. I just don't like anyone being left out, no matter who it is." He says. Feyre's expression softened, and he kissed her cheek.

You loosed a breath, hoping not to start World War III. "I, actually, talked to her a little bit." Mor's wild eyes meet yours, and Feyre's face masks an expression of pure shock.

"Huh?" Mor says.

"When did you talk with her?" Feyre asks.

You shrug, hoping to keep things light-hearted. "Ehh, I mean it wasn't a huge deal or anything. She just talked to me last night before dinner about my dress." Mor shakes her head, her eyebrows raising.

"Just, be careful, I guess," Mor says, shrugging like it was no big deal. "You're a nice person Y/N -- I would just hate to see you hurt by someone like that." She throws back the rest of her drink, and you bite your lip in embarassment. You look to Feyre, who only stares down into her cup.

"Well, I, for one, am glad to see someone is making an effort to be kind to a newcomer." Rhys says with a genuine smile. You nod, grateful for his words, but you find yourself feeling... out of place, over the interaction.

"I need another drink. Anyone else?" Mor asks. Feyre shakes her head, and you don't move to answer as Mor wades from the pool to exit and make her way back to the villa bar.

"I think I may go inside for a bit," Feyre says quietly. "I think I might be burning a little." You look to her, and her timid gaze meets yours. Rhys' hands gently take her shoulders, guiding behind her.

"Catch you later, Y/N," Rhys says. You wave, sighing as you set your empty glass on the pool's edge. How did this happen? Why was everyone so intimidated by a single person, someone who didn't even do anything but just simply exist?

You wished your friends would at least try with Nesta. Then, maybe they'd understand better. They may understand in the way you did. Or, maybe they just wouldn't.

:* ✧･ﾟ: *

Lucien and a few of the guys came back from the gym for lunch, and when he'd invited you to the beach after, you agreed. Though you knew this was his favorite time of day to surf, you went anyway -- it was some nice time away from the crowd at the villa, the peace of the crashing waves a nice bliss while you got lost in your favorite book.

"Haunting Adeline -- that one gets pretty dark, does it not?"

You look up, your hand shielding the sun from your vision as a figure in a familiar silver bikini strides over to you, her voice like smooth silk. You close your book, noting the page number and placing it on the opposite side of your body -- out of her sight range.

"Uh, yeah. Yeah, it does." You say. She sits a few feet from you on the sand, leaning back on one of her hands as she sips from a pink-filled glass with the other. Her gaze is fixed on the waves beyond, and you try not to stare. Mor was right about one thing; she is goddess-like.

"It's my favorite." She says. Your lips twitch, forming a half-smile on your face as you follow her line of sight to the water. Lucien is paddling out, Tarquin and Tamlin sitting this one out on the shore and giving you an open view.

"Mine too," you admit. Now, she smiles. "I figured as much," she responds, turning to look at you over the rims of her black sunglasses. "No one brings Haunting Adeline with them on vacation if it isn't their favorite."

You chuckle, and she looks back out at the crashing waves where Lucien has just surfed, and is now lazily sitting on his board in the water. The next wave comes, and as Cassian stands on his board, he cuts a clean line across the water, smiling broadly as Lucien shouts and cheers with the other boys from the shore like fools. You can't help but shake your head at their sillyness, but notice Nesta's intrigue.

"So," you begin. "How have things been going with Eris?"

She glances sidelong at you, then looks out again. "I don't think Eris is really the type of guy that ever has "things" to have "going on" with." She lifts her drink, sipping from the rim this time. Sugar.

"What's that supposed to mean?" You ask, chuckling a little. She hiccups, setting down her glass in the sand and wiping off her mouth with the back of her hand. She sighs heavily.

"He doesn't really seem like he cares about anything beyond what meets the eye," she says slowly, choosing her words with precision.

"Ahh," you nod, watching as Lucien gorgeously tips his chin back in laughter from afar. "I see."

"Not to say what meets the eye isn't worth caring about -- he's quite handsome," she reasons. You grin, watching as Lucien and Cassian wade in toward the shore. "But, again. Not why I came here."

You shrug, glancing from her toward Cassian and watching as he clocks her in his peripheral.

"I don't know you well enough yet to know your type, or what attracts you -- but, there are a lot of options for you here Nesta. I really hope you find one that came here for the same thing as you."

:* ✧･ﾟ: *

"Thank the fucking Gods -- I got the sucker!" Mor squeals, holding the giant lollipop headpiece over her head and twirling around with it. You can't help but chuckle as she smiles broadly at you, all the awkward feelings from earlier erased as though nothing happened at all. She dances over to you, tapping you atop the head with it like it is a magic wand.

"Andddddd what candy did you get?" She asks. You stare at the clothing rack wheeled into the middle of the bedroom -- the crowd bustling around it, searching for hangers with their names on them. Feyre prods her way out from the middle, wobbling over to the two of you with a peppermint-striped number in her hands.

"Ooooh! Feyy-ruhhhh!" You whoop. Feyre breathlessly puts her hands on her knees, breathing deep and looking up at the two of you.

"I... guess it... makes sense... my birthday is.... in Dec.... ember...." she says between breaths. You laugh, watching as the crowd dissipates one by one. Lucien has held back, talking with many of the other guys not wanting to get involved in the costume frenzy. You find his eye across the room, pointing at the rack and he nods, making his way toward it.

"We shall see what I get!" You say excitedly, moving closer. Many of the costumes left are huge, clearly left for the guys. You let out a tiny shriek of excitement when you find the hanger with your name on it, a little outfit scattered with hearts across the top and bottom of the skirt. Lucien's eyes widen as he looks at you.

"Is this a party? Or another punishment like that night in the villa?"

:* ✧･ﾟ: *

The neon lights shining upon the sand start to blur together as you jump around, bare feet kicking up the loose sediment in their wake. Feyre's peppermint headpiece flails wildly in front of you as she dances around, the music blasting from the tiki bar.

"I have gifts!" Mor shouts, balancing four shots between her two hands. You and Feyre both take one, and Mor grins at you. You raise your brows at her.

"Damn girl, you're taking two at once?" You say. Mor laughs over the music, and Feyre leans close.

"Not something she hasn't done before!" You stare at her, jaw on the floor.

"Feyre!" More says, her mouth wide. "Oh my Gods!" She chuckles, nearly spilling the two shots she holds. You'd had quite a few drinks tonight, and the night was indeed young. However, that was not stopping you from having fun with your friends and enjoying your time on the beach.

"No, this one isn't for me -- I got an extra!" Mor shouts, then hands it to you. You take it confused, and watch as she turns, waving over her shoulder.

"Hey!" She calls. "Hey! Come here!"

Nesta makes her way over cautiously, eyeing the two and giving you a quizzical look. You look pleadingly to Mor, who only looks at you with finality.

"Here; take a shot with us," she says, handing the extra glass in your hand to Nesta. She reluctantly takes it, staring down at its contents.

"What is it?" She asks.

"Tito's," Feyre says, and Nesta shrugs in acceptance.

"Too Hot to Handle! Woooo!" Mor shouts, and you all exchange looks before clinking and chugging the burning liquid. More cheers come from behind you, and you feel a pair of strong hands on your waist as your head comes back down to reality.

You turn, the familiar scent and warmth of Lucien a welcome one any time or day.

"Well," you drawl, your head already a bit fuzzy from the drinks you had prior. "Don't you look cute in your candy hearts outfit," you giggle. He chuckles, pulling you close by your hips as his fingers toy with the band of your skirt.

"You look sweet enough to eat," he says lowly, and you smile, leaning up onto your tip toes to press a kiss to his lips. He pulls back an inch, his thumb pressing against your chin.

"Ah ah, pretty girl, we didn't get a green light yet," he says, and you groan in annoyance. Your hands find his biceps, running up and down as you stare up at him sweetly.

"Luciennnn," you plead. "I just want a kissss,"

He smiles down at you, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. "And you'll get your kiss, Princess -- when we get our green light, okay?"

Gods, all these cute names, how good he looks... you could practically feel your slick running down your thighs. A wicked idea flashes through your mind, and you step closer, the mesh of the bralette piece of your costume pressing against his chest. He sucks in a breath, his eyes failing to maintain in contact with yours.

"We've been so good..." you say, your fingers slowly training down his chest toward his V line. You run your index finger inside the waistband of his shorts, barely touching his skin and that's when you feel it. Against your stomach, his cock twitches once. Twice.

You press up onto your tippy toes, your hands guiding his to cup under your exposed bum to help hold you steady in your state (and, help your case a little). "This, feels like a green light to me." You whisper, and he groans, the apple of his throat bobbing as his fingers squeeze the flesh of your ass with the effort to not violate any rules.

"Y/N... we need... let's just... go dance for now... I don't think there's any way I would be able to sit and talk to you right now anyway," he says, panting with each word. You lean back, feigning innocence as you gaze into his eyes.

"Aww, what happened to our good communication skills?" His palm lightly comes down on your exposed butt cheek, and you squeak as he pulls you impossibly close.

"I won't be able to just talk to you. While you look. Like that."

:* ✧･ﾟ: *

"So... you're saying the date was not good?"

Nesta shook her head, trying for the umpteenth time to explain her feelings in a way that would penetrate through Eris' thick skull.

"Oh my Gods -- noooo. I already said that." She huffed, folding her arms. He chuckled hurmorlessly, throwing his arms wide.

"Then, I don't get it, Nes! What has happened, in these short few days, that has made you so unattracted to this?" He gestured to himself, and Nesta almost, almost burst out laughing.

"Well," she tried to keep her composure, the alcohol definately not helping the giggles welling inside her chest at the male before her. "Eris, I think our personalities aren't alike. I think maybe you appreciate beauty for what it is at face value; I just like to look a little deeper. I tend to think deeply about things, and analyze every little thing; I feel like you aren't like that, in many ways." Nesta finishes, her lips a tight line. "And... I don't even like to be called that. "Nes", I mean." Eris plants his hands on his hips, scoffing and shaking his head.

"Honestly, I don't even know half of what you're talking about, so." He surrenders his hands, brushing past Nesta and continuing toward the beach. Only then does Nesta allow herself a small smile.

"The candy corn costume probably didn't help either, I guess?" Her smile faded, and she quickly turned to face the handsome male from the beach earlier. She looked him up and down -- his fluffy, white costume a little confusing, but, he was still handsome, nonetheless. She realized her mistake the second she set foot inside the villa.

"No... uh, it definately. Did not." She grinned, realizing what he had said and had probably heard beforehand. He was right -- that pompous ass making a fool of himself while dressed as a candy corn was not something even someone as serious as Nesta could handle.

"I'm sorry he talked to you like that, anyway," he said, and Nesta looked up at him confused. The beat of silence was deafening before Nesta narrowed her brows, squaring her shoulders in defiance against the male who stood a whole foot and a half taller than her.

"Do not apologize for someone else's actions, ever. It's not in good practice, and what he said and did was not your fault." She said confidently. Cassian raised his brows in surprise, before a small smile tugged the corner of his lips upward.

"Yes ma'am."

:* ✧･ﾟ: *

[leyyvi]

Umm this is the result of seeing jjk manga spoilers for ch 234 so maybe don't read if you don't want to know what happens lol

anyways this is just actor au fluff for gojo to cope bc canon doesn't exist to me

“Have you seen this?” You shove your phone in front of Satoru’s face, he blinks several times to adjust to the light of your screen.

“Hmmmmm? What’s this? Fanart?”

“It’s the manga, Toru. That’s your character.”

“Oh, shit! They actually did it?!” He laughs, tugging the phone out of your hand to scroll through the feed. “Wow. Think I’ll finally get the fangirls off me when this happens in the show?”

You snort, falling down right into the spot on the couch next to him. His legs take up most of the space, so you sit criss-cross, your knee pushing against his thigh. On instinct, Satoru’s arm drapes over the back of the couch and taps your shoulder playfully. You don’t turn, much too used to his antics over the years. Luckily, Suguru’s warned you of that trick years ago.

“Absolutely not. If anything, it’ll get worse.” 

“Oh well~ Guess you gotta deal with more competition then, huh?” He taps your shoulder again, raising an eyebrow with his taunting question. You smack his arm gently and he pouts.

“Don’t even joke about that!” You say as you lean lightly on the bicep behind you. “But seriously, almost cried just reading that crap. I know it’s not you–”

His head tilts, those deep blue eyes softening in their gaze. “It’s not real, either—”

“I know, but sometimes… You think of the what-ifs, you know?”

Satoru huffs. “Why think of the what-ifs? I’m right in front of your pretty face, you don’t need to think about that.” 

He  scoots himself closer to you, toying with the tag that’s poking out of the back of your shirt. As you inhale and sigh, his faint scent whiffs around you. It’s him, he’s there. Sure, it’s a silly think to think about. But sometimes, your brain likes to wander into hypotheticals. What if that was all real? If he did end up…no. Satoru’s right, it’s not something you should even entertain. 

“Hey, hey,” he chides gently, giving a small peck on your cheek to bring you back. “Pay attention to me, before I gotta go to work.”

You pinch his cheek and give it a pat. “No, how dare you die.”

“It’s not even me in there!”

“Well technically you’re the guy in the show–so!!”

“Pfft, you’re being so dramatic. That crap won’t even happen in the show for what–years? And just don’t watch that when it comes.” Satoru’s semi-reassurances mildly help. Though, what’s more convincing is how he’s slowly pulling you into his lap more and more.

“You’re right, your acting sucks anyway.”

He makes a noise in mock offense, arms wrapping around you completely, “Take that back, right now!” 

“No!”

You land right on his thighs as he yanks you the rest of the way. “If you don’t take it back and tell me I’m the greatest actor in the world…”

His fingers land on your sides, tracing up and down the curve of your hips. You shiver as they briefly tease under the hem of your shirt. He leans up to kiss the other cheek, then your jaw. 

Your eyes close, biting back a smile to refuse acknowledging how much you enjoy his loving touches–even if they tend to start riling you up at a certain point. 

But before you stray too far, he murmurs in your ear, “...I’m gonna start tickling you ‘til you do.”

And before you can react to this “threat”, he’s ghosting your fingers along your skin and coaxing the giggles out from your chest. And though you try to fight him off, he’s just too damn strong! 

“Toru–! Please! Haha…! I-I can’t…!!”

“I can’t, I can’t! Tooooru, spare me~” He mocks you, a shit-eating grin spread across his slightly glossy lips. “Tell me I’m the greatest actor in the world and I’ll let you go.”

“Fuck you–hahah please!!” You try to wriggle away and tumble off his lap, but it only results in you landing on your back and him crawling ontop of you. You beg, unable to abide by his request through the attacks of his dextrous hands. And he’s just smiling, chuckling with an amused glint in his eyes, hardly shadowed by the white strands of his hair. 

If you weren’t struggling so much with the tickling, you’d have half a mind to admire him a bit more like this.

When he notices the tears in your eyes, he offers the smallest amount of mercy. You try to take advantage, grabbing at his wrists weakly to try to push them away. Unfortunately, he’s managed to pin your hands down at the sides of your head instead. 

“Tell me I’m the best, just say it and you’ll be spared,” he smirks, satisfied by this position. You admit defeat, lest he end up with another onslaught of tickling that you don’t think you can handle. 

“Fine. You’re the best.” 

“That’s better,” he leans down to plant a kiss on your lips.

You speak up again as his mouth is inches from yours, “The best at being annoying.”

Satoru laughs–a low, gentle chuckle that stirs something deep in your chest. It’s not the obnoxious ones like he does when he’s messing around with Suguru, or teasing Utahime. Or the ones you hear in his TV show, it feels real, genuine. Cause with you, he’s not acting. You return his smile as he kisses you again. 

“Good enough for me,” he murmurs against your lips.

[deliciousangelfestival]

My Problematic Girl - Chapter 3

Character: College!Steve Rogers x Rich!Female Reader

Prologue:  Steve has lived being nobody in this prestigious university. He just wants to graduate and get a job to get more money to pay the bills for his mother's surgery. 

But his life turned upside when a new student attended his class. His quiet and dull life became dangerous and full of surprises.

×××

She exhaled the cigarette smoke from her lips. She still doesn’t care even though he told her he has asthma. 

She looked at Steve and said, “Bark for me.”

Steve felt humiliated, and his pride was crushed. But she held his life and secrets. He had to bury his dignity to the ground, and he murmured, 

“Woof.”

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For a brief moment, he could understand what "happiness" means. His struggle to find a sponsor has been resolved. 

But when she mentioned that ID name, Steve felt naked.

His life is exposed to the whole world. His biggest fear has become a reality. Someone in the uni knew his secrets.

He grabbed Y/N's hand and dragged her until he found a quiet place. 

They weren't running, but Steve had to catch his breath. He felt suffocated. Like someone strangled his neck.

When he found a spot to talk, he released her hand. "Is this the reason why you ask me? What do you want?"

Y/N widened her eyes for a second; then, she chuckled again. "Turned out you can get angry too." 

Steve felt his head going to explode, "You…!!!"

She raises her arm to stop him. "If you think I want to blackmail you. You are partially correct."

Steve's trust in her crumbled, and he stepped away from her. He covered his face with both hands. "Are you going to tell the university?" 

Since she is close to Tony, there's a high chance she will tell him. 

Y/N was taken aback; she seemed offended. "Pfft, no. Why would I want to do that?"

Steve lifted his face; he became more confused. "So, what do you want from me?"

She shrugged her shoulders. "Right now, nothing." 

She took out her phone and started texting. While she was looking at the screen, she said, "I will inform you when I find a perfect location for your exhibition."

She doesn't bother with the way Steve look at her. "Word of advice, don't be afraid when someone knows your secret. Ignored them."

Steve clenched his fist. "Seems like you have experienced."

Y/N smirked at him and left. She left him with many questions and doubts.

Back at his apartment, Steve threw his bag to the floor and threw himself to bed. He wished he could turn around time to the day, but Y/N came to the class and ignored her. 

But it's too late now. 

"Bzzt"

"Yoo punk."

Steve sighed heavily; at least today, he could hear a familiar voice.

"What is it, idiot? Did you get hit in the head today?"

"This kid. Don't you want your best friend to become a famous quarterback?"

Steve chuckled. He's talking with Bucky, who studies in other cities at Imperial University. It is also a prestigious university like Stark but is more competitive and has a strong alumnus of doctors, lawyers, and football players. 

Bucky got accepted because of his football scholarship. Both of them are only able to meet on holidays. 

"Hei Bucky."

"What? You sounded like you got hit by a bus."

"I prefer to get hit. Today I meet a b**h."

"Tell me!!!"

Steve sighed heavily; he couldn’t tell everything to Bucky. He only tells him there’s a new student, which gives him stress. 

“Hmm, she sounds like a person I know. Perhaps I’m wrong. Just be careful, Steve.” 

Yeah, he should be careful. He doesn’t know what Y/N has under her sleeves.

A few days later.

Y/N didn't come to the university. It's better that way because he doesn't know how to feel when he sees her, angry or awkward. 

But once again when Steve felt relieved for a moment. Something will come again to disturb his peace. 

'Vroom'

The engine's sounds were loud, taking every student's attention, including Steve, walking towards the gate to go home. 

It was a black sports car, and it stopped beside Steve. He finally knew who the owner was when the car window went down. 

It's Y/N. 

"Get in." 

Steve wants to ignore her but doesn't want to get into trouble and make her mad since she knows his secret. So he gets into the car. 

When he sat down, the smell of expensive leather made him feel rich. The dashboard design also has impressive craftsmanship. No wonder why people like to collect sports cars. It felt like collecting luxury toys. 

"Where are we going?" 

"To the location for your exhibition."

"Huh…"

(An example to show the space for Steve's art exhibition)

'She wasn't joking.'

Steve thought while he walked around the empty studio. This place is huge. It's bigger than his apartment.

"A famous photographer and other artists always rent this place." A property agent is talking with Y/N. He keeps talking about selling aspects to convince her. 

Y/N crossed her arms and nodded. "Send me the contract."

The agent was pleased. "I will send it tomorrow."

"Good. Leave."

After the property agent left, Y/N walked toward Steve while taking another cigarette. "Do you like it?"

"Yeah. Who wouldn't? Every artist would kill to get this place."

Steve still can't believe it.

Nobody from his class could afford this place. Then he remembered nothing in this world is free. "What exactly do you want from me?"

Y/N smiled at him. "In the world of the arts during the Medieval and Early Modern eras, many artists had a wealthy sponsor of their work, a system called patronage. Like Da Vinci and Mozart."

That part is true. Back then, the Catholic church and the pope hired many artists and sculptured to design the church building. They could afford food and a roof over their head. But some artist doesn’t have a good Patreon. Like Van Gogh, who only ate bread and drank wine. Everyone started to adore his art after he committed suicide. 

She inhaled and exhaled the smoke from her lips. "I felt offended you doubted my sincerity, Steve." 

He coughed and cleared his throat; the tobacco smell was too strong.  "But, why me? There's another talented student from the class."

Y/N shook her head. "I already like your 'special work.' Then when I met you and saw your other painting, I knew I had made a perfect choice."

Her compliment made him flattered, but he had to stay on guard. "It's not just an exhibition; you want to sell my painting."

Her face brightened, and she snapped her finger. "That's right Steve. And you will get 80% share."

He gasped; that was a fantastic offer. "You seem confident; do you already have a potential buyer?"

She nodded, "There's a lot of people who want to do money laundering."

‘HUH?!’

Steve raised his eyebrows. Did his ears fool him? 

Did he just hear that? The way she said it is like, 'Tomorrow is Friday.'

"What?"

Y/N confidently answered, "I’m going to use your painting for money laundering."

Steve knees became weak, that made him unable to stand anymore; he thought:

'Dear God, he always prayed for an answer to his financial trouble. But what kind of angel He sent to him? '

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⚠ [ Intro // Interactions Encouraged ] ⚠

The handheld camera is peeked around a corner, gunfire and yells are heard from both sides barking demands at their respective crews. "You see that dumbass over there?" he points towards one of the heisters. he giggles before quickly setting the camera on the floor, pulling out his nightstick as he rushes towards the heister, suddenly slamming into them with his boots. He then proceeds to straddle their lap before they can get off of the ground, beating the shit out of them with the nightstick. "STOP HITTING YOURSELF, STOP HITTING YOURSELF!" The camera is then kicked to the side and the view is blocked. but going by the audio, he's having the time of his life. "GODDAMMIT CLOAKER, GET OUT OF THE WAY!" ///////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// Welcome to my Cloaker Payday (namely 2) RP Ask Blog !! Nice to meet you, I'm Wyvern! and here's some shit you'll probably want to read to get the most out of this! but i don't control you, sooo.. 1. NO ASKS ARE OFF THE TABLE, but if i am uncomfortable, i will let you know or ignore your ask entirely! ⚡︎. Note, minors be cautious of potential suggestive content, though spicy content will be tagged! also, I may not look at this blog often, so be patient please <3 2. Yes, you ARE allowed to fuck with him any way you want. and interacting with him (especially in character) is encouraged!! don't be scared of bothering me!! I WANT TO BE BOTHERED!! ⚡︎. Note, interactions even from different universes are welcome as well !! doesn't even have to just be Payday interactions! 3. This portrayal of the Cloaker is 40/60 canon and memey/headcanoned !! which i'm pretty sure is expected LOL ⚡︎. Note, I got introduced to Payday by RussianBadger and have yet to play any of the games, so if I miss anything, especially lore related, let me know !! 4. He WILL be a bit of an asshole, that is just how i stay in character for him, but i (Wyvern) am not an asshole, so you're welcome to tell me if his behavior is too much for you!! ⚡︎. Note, he WILL be breaking the fourth wall, this should be expected PFFT. ALSO! While this blog is Cloaker-oriented, other law enforcements can be given asks too! 5. Whenever I am speaking, my text will be colored in red, and the tag "wyvern speaks" will be present! Now, go bash his stupid fucking skull in!!!!!!!! (and if anything i do makes you uncomfortable, again, let me know !!) > This section is for topics/things I'm uncomfortable with < ///////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// Nothing exists here yet! but I will update when necessary!

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Take a Shot, Take a Chance

Prompt by @ravinewreyn :

"Is that the best that you can do?"

Warning: Alcohol use. Drink responsibly, people!

Note: Look, I know this prompt is OLD, hence why this isn't posted in @written-by-ariddletobesolved, but I feel like finishing it so here we go. I do hope it's decent. Enjoy! ♥️

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"Take a shot!"

"I can take three!"

"No way, Anna, that's too many."

"No, it's not! You're just weak, Elsa."

"Yes, Elsa, you're just weak."

Elsa looks around, eyes darting from Kristoff—her sister's boyfriend, to Anna—her sister, before settling on the auburn haired young man who happened to tag along with the group. Hans. The latter was smirking, and Elsa narrowed her eyes in distaste.

The four of them were sharing a round table in the corner of a crowded pub. It was supposed to be a weekly girl's night for the sisters, until Anna saw her boyfriend and one of his housemates there in the pub. Inviting Kristoff also means inviting Hans, there was no other choice which sounded like a torture for Elsa.

"Me, weak?" She scoffs. "Pfft, never!"

To say that Elsa doesn't like Hans is an understatement. She strongly dislikes him for a lot of reasons.

He is a spoiled and snobbish man child, who only cares about himself. He might be 25, but sometimes he acts like a 15 year old.

Hans shrugged. "Says the one who sprained her ankle after a few shots of vodka. It was like a double loss for you, Elsa."

At the reminder, Elsa scowled. She grew even more annoyed when the memory of her getting wasted the last time they went out flashed on her mind. Her blue eyes were on the wooden round table the four of them were sharing, glaring at the two rows of shot glasses containing clear liquor.

"Well, accidents happen. Besides, I already had a glass of Long Island Iced Tea that time before the game even started, so I had a good amount of booze in my system." She looked up, the corner of her mouth curving into a smirk. "Why, do you want a rematch?"

"Do you?"

"See, now you're scared of the potential loss, aren't you?"

Hans shook his head. "No, Elsa, I just don't want you to hurt yourself this time."

"Stop pretending that you care, Hans, it's so out of character."

There was a pause, and Elsa watched as something like hurt reflected on his eyes, only briefly, before he grinned. She frowned, not liking that look on his face, because that would mean Anna was right, that Hans might care about her more then he liked to admit.

"Alright then, whatever the queen says," Hans said, before downing one shot, prompting Elsa to do the same. "One."

"Are we playing by the same rules as before, that whoever drinks the most consecutive drinks in fifteen seconds wins, and the winner gets a week's worth of chocolate bars, yeah?" Anna said, eyeing the two competitors.

"Yes!"

"No!"

The two replied at the same time. Elsa raised an eyebrow. "Huh, why not?"

"I figured we should start slow, instead of fifteen seconds, what about thirty seconds?" He proposed, turning to Anna and Kristoff.

"Well, that can be arranged." Anna replied, flashing her sister a knowing smile, which was returned with a set of narrowed eyes. She then turned to her boyfriend and said, "Right, Kristoff?"

"That's fair." The blond guy nodded. "We have a lightweight in here."

"I am not!" Elsa scolded him.

Hans grinned, before adding, "Oh, and also, I propose the winner gets not only one week's worth of chocolate bars, but also something else." There was a mischievous smile at the end of the sentence, one that was enough to make Elsa roll her eyes.

"I swear if it's a prank-"

But before she could finish, Hans quickly said, "Go out with me." He then added, "It's a request."

The blonde was stunned, keeping her guard up as numerous thoughts ran through her head. Is he being serious? Stealing a glance at her sister, she caught a hint of 'told you so' on her face, and Elsa glared in return. Nope, he is not being serious, just like that time when he was offering her a ride home from the library. He loved to tease her, so there was no way he was being decent and well-intentioned.

Their eyes met, as Elsa observed him closely, amused and intrigued. Something told her she should just take a chance, so she did.

"Fine," she rolled her eyes.

The drinking game started with Kristoff preparing ten shots of vodka in front of each competitor. Hans led with seven shots in thirty minutes while Elsa, who was trying to get used to the burning sensation in her throat, only got to down five shots.

"Well, looks like I'm gonna win." Hans smirked, sliding his hand into his pocket. "Any plans on surrendering and just go out with me?"

"Not a chance. I propose we trade shots for beer, how does that sound?" Elsa raised an eyebrow.

Shots may not be her speciality, but she loves beer. She can probably get an upper hand on the next round.

"As long as we have shots and beer in the last round. Just because you can't take shots doesn't mean you can change the rules."

As if on cue, Kristoff and Anna came from the bar carrying two pints of beer each.

"Did anyone say beer?"

Elsa scowled when she saw her sister's teasing smile. "Ugh, fine, whoever finish these pints of beer first get to win this round. Then we have similar rules like the first round with beer and shots."

"Deal."

On the second round, Elsa didn't slack, finishing two pints like she's drinking water. Nine seconds. That was her record. By the time she put down the glass, the blond was all giggling at the fact that Hans was struggling to finish his second pint. Hans is not a beer guy.

"A tie." Elsa winked, body swaying as she began to feel the effect of alcohol in her system in just under thirty minutes.

"Oh, is that the best that you can do?"

"Nah, that's why we're starting the third round."

"No break, princess?"

"No!" Elsa scoffed, before pointing his finger at him. "And don't call me that."

Hans only chuckled, amused at her antics. She looked like an angry kitten, and he found it cute when she was scowling at him, pouting with a frown.

A pint of beer and three shots of vodka. By now Elsa was sure she had crossed her drinking number. She knew she should have stopped after two rounds, but there's no way she would surrender, to Hans no less. She wouldn't go down without a fight, and so she did. And she lost.

Her head started to pound when she downed the last shot, and Anna handed her a water bottle, helping her to sip from the bottle. It felt refreshing, yet the bitter taste remained on her tongue. Her face flushed, hot with drunkenness and embarrassment, when she way the teasing smile on Hans' face.

"Well, fuck." She muttered under her breath.

"Ouch, language, missy!" He grinned in triumphant. "I guess I'll see you next Saturday?"

"What choice do I have, really?"

"Aww, don't be like that, Elsa. I promise I'll make it memorable for you," he said as he leaned closer to her stool.

His emerald eyes glimmered under the dim light. He was so close, well, too close for her liking. She could smell his musky cologne, strong and expensive, it's the same scent in his car which she recalled from when he drove her home that one time. Her lips curved into a smile as she boldly traced her fingertips on the collar of his shirt, the fabric rough under her skin.

Leaning in, she whispered close to his ear, "Well, then, Hans, I'd like to see you try."

She probably needed to blame the alcohol because suddenly, taking a chance with him no longer sounded like a bad idea.

[elgaladwen]

Headcanon Tag Game

I was tagged by @saephrond and @linden-leaf for a fun prompt where you use this headcanon generator, and talk about how accurate it would be with your OCs. It's always fun to think and write more about them, especially since I've been in such a creative slump lately, and they're kind of my escape, so thank you! Obviously some of them are silly since they're more modern, but we can roll with it! Mostly Nim and El under the cut.

Nimardril likes to eat straight coffee beans

Honestly, if she figured out they gave her energy while running around, she would. She eats weird stuff to survive when she has to, so non-poisonous plant parts are always a bonus.

If Nimardril was presented with an intergalactic portal, they would enter it without question.

Not quite without question, but she loves exploring and seeing new places, so if she thought it wouldn't kill her, she probably would. This one is amusing too, because I RP her seeing any graphical glitch she encounters in LOTRO in character, as long as it's somewhere she'd actually be, and I can see this stemming from that. There used to be one of those gold portals like you see behind doors or at the entrance of instances and areas floating in the Thorin's Gate homesteads, and while it didn't turn out to be a portal IC, it still led to some fun RP. Usually she just sounds, or is, crazy.

Nimardril tackles and wrestles people to show affection.

The short answer is yes, the long answer is that she rarely feels comfortable enough with someone to actually do it. I think it stems from that she's more used to sparring and fighting than regular physical affection, since everyone important in her life taught her combat and survival. They showed affection by helping her learn and grow, not by hugs or cuddling, though there were some exceptions of course. I imagine she would try to jump her cousins and best them, both to show what she'd learned, and just because she trusted them enough to know it'd be fun and they'd not take it personally. I don't think in her mind she associates play fighting with anything romantic or sexual since she's pretty inexperienced in that realm, but I think she will in the future, especially when she realizes that perhaps she doesn't mind losing so much to certain people. She's traveling with her hot girlfriend who she met while desperately fighting orcs, so she knows she can take a tackle. ;)

Nimardril is an oldest child

Though she was an only child to her parents, she later went to live with her uncle and cousins, and she's the youngest of them, so she sees them as older brothers. So she's kind of the youngest!

Elgaladwen role plays on discord.

Pfft this is just screen name Elgaladwen and not character Elgaladwen. (I don't think character Elgaladwen would RP, she'd probably think it was weird. She's kind of a judgy bitch sometimes.)

Elgaladwen has a diary that they write in with a glittery gel pen.

Younger Elgaladwen totally would have. Now she has fancy rich colored ink she blends herself, and gold leaf for illumination.

Elgaladwen is an introvert

Haha, no. Though she married one, and is happy to join in his life.

Elgaladwen has an embarrassing old deviant art account.

Seriously all of El's are just calling me out. But I feel like this would be true in a modern AU. She loves drawing and painting, but probably has cringe older stuff ticked away somewhere. (I still use my embarrassing dA account, so it's all there!)

Bonus for my other mains, and Elgaladwen and her Husband's ship name:

Moradan can't handle criticism

True! Though he's starting to get a small bit better.

Lindandir has an incredible spice tolerance.

Yes. In all meanings of the word.

ElGallorith will go feral. Watch out.

This one should have been for Nimardril, because it is one of her defining characteristics, but Elgaladwen and Gallorith have both had their moments recently, even if they're usually more reserved.

I'm going to be a coward and not tag anyone, since I think most people have been tagged anyway, but please do it if you want to! It's fun to see what people come up with, and I'm all for anything that gives you inspiration to write about your OCs!

[nerdieforpedro]

🍓🛼🪐 for the ask game!

🍓 = how did you get into fanfic writing?

To be fair, I answered this in another ask so I am going to lazy and copy that answer here. 🙂

Going deep here aren’t you Em? 👀 lol I’ve enjoyed writing since I was little as an extension of my love of reading. First with poems and the anime fanfiction when I actually watch more anime. Now I read more manga and don’t write fanfiction about it. If one squints on A03 - I may have dabbled in Marvel characters and actors for a short time. 🫢 The took a long pause as life happened. Sometime last year as my mental health improved so did my love of writing and I hyper focused on Pedro Pascal so here we are. 🤣 I write more the better my mood is. Maybe a bit too much background 😵

🛼= describe your latest WIP with five emojis

🏠👓👦🏽📦🤝

Is this confusing? Yes. 😈 But it’s okay, as it only refers to the first chapter but you know, I don’t make sense. 🤣 It’s my Modern Din where he moves to OFC’s neighborhood after she’s had some circumstances lead her to moving in with her aunt who live next to Din and Grogu. ☺️

🪐= name three good things going on in your life right now

1. My long awaited vacation is almost here! It will start the end of next week. Feel free to tag me in things and message me but responses will be slow. I’ll be out of the country for 2 weeks. 😆 I’ve been looking forward to this for months. I need a break.

2. Actually precepting (teaching new nurses or new to specialty nurses the ropes of the unit) I work on a medical-surgical unit so we see everything under the sun. It can be daunting, very weird, hilarious and disturbing all in the same hour. But I feel like becoming a resource to other nurses and to staff on the unit was a good decision ☺️ As tough as it is, I enjoy it.

3. Family and friends: I speak to my parents a couple times a week and still go on trips with them so I’m always thankful to spend more time with them when I’m able and while they’re still healthy enough to do so. Both real life and online friends are blessing because I can chat about anything either really. No judgement from either - would they tell me if they did? Maybe 🤔 I’m curious now that I mention it. Pfft. 🤣

You almost always make me think about what I should be thankful for in your asks @soft-girl-musings ❤️ Thanks for that.

Fanfic writer ask game

[all-or-nothing-baby]

15 QUESTIONS, 15 (or whatever) TAGS

i was tagged by @ash-mcj—thanks dude! HERE is their's.

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1. WERE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYBODY?

my middle name is the name of my mum's friend/dad's ex who died (my folks ended up getting together a year later).

2. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU CRIED?

about 10 minutes ago? to WELLY BOOTS which is an amazing devil song i've heard 10,000 times before. i honestly cry a gajillion times a day bc i don't just cry at sad stuff but also anything that moves me: from hearing a wonderful piece of music... to someone saying something kind to me or anybody else (real person or fictional character)... to being overwhelmed by the enormity of life and all its fucked-up and wonderful complexities... seriously, absolutely bloody everything makes me cry!

3. DO YOU HAVE KIDS?

yes, two of 'em; a brilliant, beautiful, super-talented, immensely kind and outrageously hilarious 24 year old and a brilliant, beautiful, super-talented, immensely kind and outrageously hilarious 15 year old :) they're incredibly different individuals who bicker like siblings absolutely should and love each other a lot. i love them both so much it makes me cry when i think about it (surprise surprise).

4. DO YOU USE SARCASM A LOT?

oh, no, never. (probs too much at times—although i don't always understand when others are using it with me #neurodiversesquad).

5. WHAT SPORTS DO YOU PLAY/HAVE YOU PLAYED?

used to do what the american folks call 'run track', back in the day before chronic illnesses became the villain in my story.

6. WHAT'S THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT SOMEONE?

whether they, you know, get it (or not).

7. EYE COLOUR?

erm, a bit of an odd sort of dark grey/blue with lots of dark green swirls and splodges

8. SCARY MOVIES OR HAPPY ENDINGS?

oh definitely scary movies, horror my beloved <3 i think i'm finally (bc it's been on my list for so long omg) gonna get around to watching RELIC tonight! *scratching at the door noises*

9. ANY SPECIAL TALENTS?

forgetting absolutely fucking anything and everything all the fucking time. ALWAYS knowing the first letter of the word i can't think of. having a bit of a photographic memory. being able to play the william tell overture by flicking my fingernails against my front teeth. making really good pancakes. good at accents. pretty good at drawing faces. playing music by ear. great at making inconsequential lists lol

10. WHERE WERE YOU BORN?

blackpool, a seaside town in the north-west of england, UK. imo it's a veritable shithole these days, only good for trashy arcades and getting stabbed... but i do miss the ocean now i don't live there.

11. WHAT ARE YOUR HOBBIES?

making art, making words, making mixtapes, making trouble, making time for reading, making music, making a mess.

12. DO YOU HAVE PETS?

yes—i couldn't imagine not having critters in the house! i have 4 precious arseholes cats: little jimmy novak and moriarty, who are both house-loving cats—like, they do go out, but are indoors wanting cuddles more often than not. whereas the other two, grace jones ii and goku, are practically feral and only really come home for dinner and if it's raining hard (and the occasional i-will-allow-you-to-stroke-me-and-let-you-have-the-honour-of-me-sitting-on-your-knee-i-suppose).

13. HOW TALL ARE YOU?

5'2". short king.

14. FAVOURITE SUBJECT IN SCHOOL?

loved art and english in high-school, and also enjoyed drama and history. i studied art at college and fashion at uni (which was a mistake, that world was very much not for me pfft).

15. DREAM JOB?

i honestly don't dream of jobs. but if i did? i suppose a portrait artist or published poet who was paid enough to actually live on, aha.

.

tagging, play or nay: @shealynn88 @sharkfish @novemberhush @greyhavenisback @poebin @jmeelee @raisesomehale @rajalagang @ohhalefire @halinski @kikiroo @lovebillyhargrove @harrgrove @slytherkins @witchsickness @ltleflrt @wellwaterhysteria @deklo @chasingcastiel @racheld93 @gabedemon absolutely anybody else who wants to do the thing!

[senorablack]

characters out of context game

rules:

Include one character quote — of your choosing ⁠— from each chapter of your WIP (or as many chapters as you'd like)

Give absolutely no context, save for what's between two parts of an interrupted sentence, should that occur. You may mention who said it.

Have fun, no pressure!

thank you for the taggy amiga @stevethehairington <3

so i decided to go with the moon over the cerulean sea (the house in the cerulean sea steddie au) . definitely not anywhere near done but here are a few lines i love

prologue: Yes, Erica I do. But that’s a lesson on late stage capitalism we’re both too young to understand, mkay, kid? pirates of monkshood island: Not for lack of trying. Keep meaning to squeeze some time to be abducted between work and spin class but you know, it’s just not happened for me yet. dinner theatre: Oh-ho, yeah, that’s a good set alright. Sturdy. Bet you can eat a whole bag of carrots without stopping, can’t you? test it out tuesday: Yeah, super conscious of it. I do it when I want the other person to see how their sentences sound so it gives them a chance to, you know, retract or amend or elaborate. So, again, burning building, me—why? Test it out Tuesday, you unsupervised, explosives—what? the planet made of jade: Nah, Mr. Harrington looks like a wine at 5pm kinda guy. Mr. H, like, is your fridge full of hungry mans or lunchables? Be honest--you never make it through the 6 o'clock news huh? Because those shoes say 'grandpa passed out on couch with his cigarette in his mouth again.' the chapel after two rights and a jump: Pfft, no, man. This is where I go to masturbate.

tagging: @greenlikethesea @leatafandom @sparklyslug @onirislanding @dallae @steddielations @phoeniceae @tolkientrash

plus anyone else who would like to do this :) <3

[migirizuki]

New influencer in magicam is a... shrimp!?

Part one(your here),part Two,part three

You're profile picture

You're vtuber model

A/n: she's ebi-chu from twitter I don't know anything about her except using her vtuber model as an example FO THE SHAKE OF OUR PLOT now feel free to read

Sorry for those genderfluid etc but our y/n will be a girl again sorry if your not expecting this

Back to the plot

Third pov

"hey have you heard about the new influencer In magicam?" Said studen A "yeah I heard about her aren't her voice so cute!?" Said student B "what's her name again?" Said student A "PFFT- your such a Normie guys" said student C as he continues "her name was kobei-chi get it right and not only her voice is cute same goes to her avatar student B" as student C rolled his eyes at his friends as they walk away from the library

And there's y/n sitting in the library while reading a book for potions her next subject while waiting for the squad, but do you really think she's reading? no she had been listening to the three boys who had happened have been gossiping abouy sudden appearance of so called kobei-chi on magicam as she listened she had a little ghostly smile on her face

Until adeuce duo came chatting about the same thing about this girl named kobei-chi

"I'm telling you deuce you should see kobei-chi! She's really cute and funny!" Said ace to deuce while deuce just rolled his eyes "yeah yeah I'll check her out LATER" said deuce imphazing the later and ace cheers with yes! "What are you guys talking about?" Said y/n even tho she already know who are they talking about

Kobei-chi the famous vtuber by just playing games and making edit videos, manga,streams about her or playing with her fans in games

Now her followers are now reach 7 million followers and more and behind that vtuber model was our hero in a villains lair y/n

Our One and only calm y/n

Y/n know this might lead a rivalry between her and Vil she doesn't want that after all that's her friend Vil,

Vil schoenheit had 5 million followers always second to neige but that never let it get to him believe it or not his comfort character we the famous vtuber he always watch was kobei-chi who give a very wise advice that reminds him of y/n much but he never really bother him anyways but still quite jealous of the followers

One time there was an "ask" was full of likes that vil saw on one of his comment section

ANONASK:

@Vil_schoenheit! Would you do a collaboration with @kobei-chi?? I really like to see how both of your interaction would be??

👍 1k likes 🔄 120 shares

vil didn't know what to do at this point he knows kobei-chi is quite popular these days because of her cute voice and flowery personality

So he did what to anon ask and chat kobei-chi if he could be one of her live streams after all he is curious about this 'kobei-chi girl'

Y/n on the other hand was sweating bullets because her "senior" the vil schoenheit was texting her to be IN the live stream with her

'ooohhhh shiiiiiisssshheesss' (⁠•⁠ ⁠▽⁠ ⁠•⁠;⁠)

After all that's her senior plus she's not talking as y/n she's talking as kobei-chi!

And she has her vtuber character to hide her true identity

One time when vil was on the live stream with kobei-chi of course asking questions then and there until

FUROYDO_eel donated M 10,000

Kobei-chi say womp womp!

"WOMP! WOMP!" As she smiles cutely on everyone

Vil went Doki Doki tried not to show it he just cover his face whole blushing

Floyd on the other hand was SQUEING on the monstro lounge

"FLOYD SHUT UP AND GET TO WORK!!"

(ask are now open)

Tags

@angelettecloud10 @txoru

[sflow-er]

That writing poll I answered a couple of days ago, about how writing smut is hard for me as a grey ace, keeps bugging me.

Putting a cut here for unprompted personal disclosure but you’re welcome to read if you’re interested.

As I said in my tags at the time, it wasn’t always this way. I wrote some smut when I was young. I had zero experience of sex (or indeed sexual attraction, although I didn’t understand that at the time), but the story I was writing called for it, and I could emulate what I’d read well enough.

When I did get some experience... Suffice it to say it took me many years to realise that being unable to feel any sexual attraction at all without a very solid emotional connection, and said attraction being very weak, vague and fleeting when it did pop up, wasn’t just me being weird. For a while there, even just reading smut was kind of triggering.

Anyway, I now have the vocabulary to say I’m grey ace (with some demi tendencies). Mostly sex-indifferent, occasionally favourable.

Back to smut. Reading it doesn’t upset me now; I don’t find it particularly interesting (and I skip it if it’s badly written or very graphic, or it goes on for ages), but if it fits the characters and the story in general, it can even be a good part. But as I wrote the other day, I just haven’t been able to get into the right head space for writing it since taking up fic again. If I try to write a smutty passage now*, it just feels like the cringiest, most exaggerated, most unrealistic scene in the world.

And it’s not that the writing is bad as such (or so I keep telling my obsessive perfectionist self). It’s more that I find it impossible to believe what I write when my own experience just completely contradicts it. Like...how the hell am I supposed to write something that other people find relatable when every sentence just makes me go pfft, as if?

I guess it’s partly just that I’m incredibly critical of my writing. If I wasn’t, maybe I could overlook how utterly unrealistic it feels, and it would get easier if I just stuck with it.

But I also can’t help wondering it it might be easier to suspend my disbelief if I was a different kind of ace. If I didn’t feel any attraction at all, ever, or if the attraction was stronger on the rare occasions when I did feel it - instead of this watered-down version being my best point of comparison. But surely some of the many ace writers out there who are great at smut have to be my shade of grey too, so...am I just being weird?

I don’t know. It just keeps bugging me. My deepest apologies if this ramble offended anyone, I just wanted to clear my head a bit.

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* In case you follow me for ace Henry fic, I should probably mention that it’s not Walty smut I’ve tried to write. That would make me very uncomfortable indeed.

[merryfortune]

Spit In Our Cup and Call It Marriage

Written for Multiamory March 2023

Day 11: Wedding

Title: Spit In Our Cup and Call It Marriage

Ship: Lieutenantshipping | Aso/Kyoko/Genome

Fandom: Yu-Gi-Oh! Vrains

Rating: T

Word Count: 1,293

Tags: Pre-Canon, Fluff and Angst, Humour, Bittersweet Ending, Dialogue Heavy, Alcohol

   Kyoko was a little girl once.

   She tried not to think about in her grand old age of what? Twenty-something? Early twenty-something, even.

   But she had been a little girl once and watching the two little boys who were in her charge, more or less, she shared them with two men, she did recall things from her own childhood. She remembered playing with dolls. She remembered playing house. She remembered singing, here comes the bride, to herself and playing wedding all the same as she played with her dolls or played house. She even remembered mixing them all up into the same game because she didn’t have very many friends.

   To watch Ryoken and his… friend reenact the same sort of things as she had, it was bittersweet to say the least.

   It made her heart ache in her chest. Kyoko had once had a dream of the married with two point five kids and a dog and a nice little place to call her own with her husband kind of lifestyle. Now, considering her deeds, she felt as though her right to that dream - or any dream, for that matter - was forfeit.

   After all, it was a dream of scientific evolution that had landed her in this mess. One more wrong move and she would be locked up with the key thrown away. 

   Two point five kids and a dog. Pfft. After what she and her fellow scientists had done, she shouldn’t be allowed within five yards of a child and yet, she was beloved Kyoko-nee-san to two boys. One of which was even the child who should have disqualified her right to being human. Instead he worshipped it.

   She sat back with her two fellow… scientists. She didn’t want to use the p-word or co-p-word with either of them but she did sit back with them. On the lounge, drinking wine from the cask because all three of them were that depressed.

   They could all feel something bubble away under the surface. Things had been quiet. Too quiet. The proceedings of getting Dr. Kogami were coming along smoothly, too. So, there was definitely going to be the precipice of something on the horizon but no one knew what just yet. It was soon to be revealed, perhaps. 

    “Did any of you think life would turn out this way?” Kyoko asked.

   “Of course not.” Aso said.

   “A little.” Genome replied.

   He replied with that just to be contrarian and both Kyoko and Aso could tell he was specifically being contrarian right now. It was in the scrunch of both his nose and his voice. No one in their right mind would think life would ever turn out this way for a fictional character, let alone for actual people and yet. Here they were.

   Three disgraced scientists, contending with the imminent revival of their head scientist. All of them involved in a project which had involved torturing children to create little, tiny beings of artificial intelligence with free will. They were also the current guardian to one boy, the son of their dead but soon to be resurrected boss, and the who knows what to the other boy, one of the children they had experimented upon and was thanking them heartily for it.

   “How did you think life would turn out?” Aso asked. 

   “Not with a bunch of brats, I’ll tell you what. We better be stopping at two.” Genome grumbled.

   “I wanted kids.” Kyoko said. “Not this young, of course, I wanted to establish my career first, be at least thirty before the first tiny tot but…”

   “But yeah.” Aso agreed.

   “So did you want the whole package?” Genome asked. “Picket fence and a puppy? A marriage?”

   “Well… yeah… Kind of comes with the work-life balance modern woman package, one would hope anyway.” Kyoko replied.

   “That’s sweet.” Aso replied.

   “Gag me with a spoon, personally.” Genome blew a raspberry.

   “Hey, don’t make fun of me.” Kyoko glared and she took a hard chug of her wine after that.

   “Exactly.” Aso said. “I… I was married once, actually.”

   “You were?” Genome exclaimed.

   Kyoko was quiet. She had known Aso a little bit longer than Genome, prior to the Incident, whereas Genome had been brought on specifically for the Incident and so, she already knew this story. It always made her feel a little funny given that, well, they were all sleeping together and with each other and in all sorts of combinations to cope. Be it with natural bodily urges and otherwise…

   “Yes, I was married to a woman, once, but she passed away from cancer. We were twenty-one when we tied the knot. Young but she was already on the clock, we both knew. She was gone before either of us turned twenty-five.” Aso explained.

   “Very sad. My condolences.” Genome hollowly replied.

   “Yes, my heart always breaks when you bring it up.” Kyoko added, more genuine and sympathetic in emotion than Genome before her.

   “Enough time has passed, I think.” Aso said. “She will always be important to me but I have my own life to live, I can’t live as though I am dead, too.”

   “You may as well be though… Given our circumstances.” Kyoko murmured.

   “She has a point.” Genome shrugged.

   “We still have lives to live, I promise.” Aso said with wisdom befitting of his years, given he was older than both Kyoko and Genome but in their comparative youth, they were cynics.

   And so, they stared. With dead fish eyes. Aso huffed.

   “Why don’t we all get married?” he huffed. “I think we could do with a little joy. It makes sense given our shared commitments in child raising.”

   “Hey, I said we’re stopping at two, I know for a fact you should be shooting blanks, old man, and I’ll get a vasectomy if need be.” Genome threatened.

   Kyoko laughed, “We don’t need to get married. I’m fine day drinking like this.” 

   “Let’s compromise then.” Aso said but his merry voice then turned grumpy, “No vasectomies needed, and stop calling me old man, your like two years younger than me.”

   Genome laughed hysterically. So long as he was under someone’s skin, he was more than happy.

   “Here, like this, to us.” Aso said.

   He corralled both Kyoko and Genome as he was sitting in the middle cushion of the lounge. He roped his arms around their own and forced them to criss-cross, so they could all drink from each other’s wine glasses. Without even saying so, Kyoko and Genome got the picture.

   They were all drinking the same cheap sangria but for some reason, it tasted sweeter and more meaningful all looped up like this.

   “Now, we’re married.” Aso declared.

   “No take-backsies, I imagine?” Kyoko teased.

   “Too late, I want a divorce.” Genome complained.

   He leaned over hard to spit in Aso’s glass. Aso drank it greedily.

   “Now we’re double married, my friend.” Aso laughed from the bottom of his belly.

   Kyoko giggled, too. She wasn’t sure where this was entirely coming from. Maybe that simpering emotion she had felt before, not just in herself but amongst her adult cohort, too, had finally popped and this was the madness that was ensuing from it. Maybe it was just a result of day drinking and nothing more. 

   Either way, she appreciated the gesture because deep down, she knew her life was over. All their lives were over, despite what Aso claimed. Even his, even he knew it. There was no more life to live considering their crime. They would, forever and always, be the inner sanctum and upper echelon of disgraced scientists under the command and surveillance of Dr. Kogami. They all knew it, they all felt it in precognition, almost, of what was to come with his resurrection.