#when i get a bf this is meeeeee

[buntanteen]

svt fic recs list <3 - lee jihoon/woozi b'day edition - sfw & nsfw ver.

summary: 28 days of sfw & nsfw jihoon reader insert fics for woozi's birthday

contains: 18+ nsfw (mdni!!) majority is afab reader, mostly sub!jihoon

✩ svt writing & fic rec masterlist ✩

✩ sfw ✩

�� woozi bf headcanon samples - @wooahaee

this makes me just feel so happy and giddy and helps calm me down to go to sleep. the tid bits of what he might be like as a bf is making me crazy *rams head into wall*

❥ princess treatment - @emocheol

i just wanna give him so much love and care. hoonie really deserves the love he receives and so much more

❥ crushing!jihoon - @emotionalsupport-ljh

oh he's SHYYYYYYYYYY (me acting like i'm not shy too jfgkbd) and a bit patheticccc (perfect for me heheh😘) i'm kicking my feet and giggling this is so cuteee HE'S SO CUTEEEEE

❥ pouty - @qmrzi

omg pls give this baby attention, i will sob if he doesn't get it😭 baby was just excited to show his hairrr (also, bro looks SOOOOO fucking good blonde dfjkbd)

❥ the seventeen members as boyfriends - @catboyieejeno

woozi's section gimme gimme all of it thank you~ the quality time?? the massages?? the gym pump omg kvhfbk

❥ jihoon & hand-holding - @ylangelegy

and if i sob?? jihoon wanting to express love outside of songs kjfdb the triple touch to signal "i love you"??? as someone who can't always verbally say what i want to say, i love this 🥺

❥ seventeen when you reject their kiss (as a prank) - @emocheol

jihoon's section is just so *sobs* HE'S SO LIL AND CUTE I WILL GIVE U ALL THE KISSES U WANT

❥ shadow - @babyleostuff

i just know hoonie would drop everything to comfort someone he loves and i hope he has people that do the same :3

❥ 16:33 - @fairyhaos

YOU'RE SO REAL HE IS SO SO PRETTTY

❥ all the ways jihoon kisses you - @wifeyoozi

(putting it in sfw cuz the nsfw is minimal) THIS IS SO CUTE AND SWEET 🥹 JIHOON KISSES GIMMEEE

❥ simp jihoon (texts) - @wooziorgans

I'M CACKLING HE'S SO???!?!

✩ nsfw ✩

❥ lazy morning sex - @sluttywoozi

OH THE PICS YOU USED KDFJGBFDKG oh the vibes in the fic are just *chef's kiss* it is just jkbgdk kjgbkdfb fdkjgbdkfgbdk bgbdfkjgb ya know?

❥ sub!jihoon - @hannieehaee

going slightly insane over praising pretty jihoon and marking him up and him getting flustered and insane over praise d hfhdhdbdb obssessed. u threw so much of what i want to do to woozi into this fic i'm really going through it rn i cannot handle the lack of sanity rn

❥ under the neon lights - @dirtysvthoughts

OH THE IMAGES IN MY HEAD AHHH. lemme "celebrate" his birthday with him PLS PLS PLS. fuck this fic is so hooootttttt

❥ sub!woozi - @hanniehae

FUCKKK i wanna praise him sooooooooo bad and see him flush all red from compliments. does he even know how pretty he is?? (editing this fic rec and i didn't realise that i had literally recommended it 2x dfkjgbk IGNORE THAT)

❥ OT 13 : edging vs overstimulation - @svtswhorehouse

jihoon's section...ah fuck, him being a wildcard. overstimulating or edging depending on his mood. i cannootttt

❥ simp!jihoon - @boofeine

(op's account got suspended so the fic isn't available :/) if i died after woozi saying babygirl....hahahhaha no i didn't??

❥ simp!woozi - @hannieehaee

dear lord he's so down bad and so horny and so needyyyy

❥ dishes - @wooziorgans

it started off so sweet and then.... if i moaned??? THAT'S BETWEEN ME AND THE FIC

❥ things you do that make svt bust quick - @pochaccoups

jihoon's section....dear lord i have a thing for his longer hair and it is so well shown in this vkjfbkjb

❥ slow motion - @cherriegyuu

OHOHOHOHO FRIENDS TO LOVERS HEHEHE. the tension building is just so goooood. the proximity pushing it to the edge? i love itt

❥ riding needy jihoon - @boofeine

(op's account got suspended so the fic isn't available :/) needy??? jihooon? *screechesss* OH THIS IS TOO MUCHHH

❥ loser!woozi - @hannieehaee

confident!reader with loser!jihoon?? sign me up

❥ boyfriend!woozi headcanons (sfw + nsfw) - @wifeyoozi

oh dear, he sounds perfect for meeeeee. being too shy for pda but clingy in private??? YEET ME!! god of music and god at making you cum- *gets dragged away* HE'S JUST SO LOVINGGG

❥ lee jihoon as your producer - @woozivrsefactry

oh dear...he's so whippppeedddd~ AND FUCK THEY'RE BOTH SO PEVERTED?!!?

❥ next stop till nirvana - @wifeyoozi

ffs the images this writing casted in my head is INSANE. he's look SOOO pretty overstimulated

❥ sub!jihoon x sub!reader - @hannieehaee

he's insane for reader and i'm insane for him jkgfbdk cockwarming to fucking hoonie in his studio PLS SEDATE MEEE

❥ no song without you - @hannieehaee

genuinely just obsessed with how jihoon is characterised in this fic?? the tension between reader and him is insane!! the concept for their song is something i would love to see jihoon in too. him being lowkey pathetic and inexperienced makes my brain go brrrr skjfdgbdk he's so down bad for reader and i am down bad for him djfkgfbd this is the fic that made me start reading more woozi fics haha

ames' song recs: q&a (ft. ailee) by seventeen, ruby by woozi, chemistry by kiss of life & boyfriend by yeonjun

ames note: sorry for dropping off of tumblr for a bit haha. i got overwhelmed from posting. LMAO THE WAY I ONLY HAVE LIKE A FEW SFW FIC RECS I'M SORRY Y'ALL JKBVFKJ can you tell i like subby jihoon... kfjbd and i love jihoon so so much?? anywaysss, everyone enjoyyyy~ wooahaeee ς(.>‿<)

[marlenesluv]

Hello can you make lando x reader where landi first meet our reader as as drifting competition like someone tag him and he see reader one of contestant and he was like so shock when he he see reader do drift and be like fan-boy mode

Tokyo Drift. (LN)

hi! sorry this is a little late, i hope an smau is fine? lmk tho, i can make a little fic or hc too! i hope you like it!!

pairing: lando norris x drifter!reader!fem

summary: reader is apart of Formula DRIFT, and her fans ship her and lando. (sorry thats the summary, but enjoy!)

fc: emilia.nia

warnings: none

masterlist -> masterlist link

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liked by: yourbsf, olliebearman, and 91,108 others

y/n.user: check my insta story/highlight for a new drifting vid in tokyo 🇯🇵❤️🤍

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driftingvids6: the car😍😍

user3: hi *louder than everyone else*

ln4edits: @landonorris needs to watch her vids! she’s so good

↳ f1fp11: frrr @landonorris she’s the best

y/nfp.88: guys, drift mom posted

yourbsf: can’t tell whats hotter, you or the car

↳ y/n.user: my tires 😮‍💨

↳ yourbsf: omg true 🤭

cschili55: she’s so pretty!! and the drifting??omg

driftqueen7: marry meeeeee

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liked by: maxfewtrell, oscarpiastri, and 982,194 others

landonorris: tokyooooo❤️🤍

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y/nsog.fp5: the red and white hearts? yeah, that’s our girls’ colors, we aren’t stupid mr. norris

user1: he went to go see y/n fr fr

f1updates: max and lando, our favorite duo!

maxfewtrell: i love it here

↳ landonorris: who doesn’t love tokyo

ln4quad4: cars cars cars 😍

driftingpage: who wants to bet that he went and watched y/n?

↳ y/nsogfp: BROOOO he def did omgggg

user8: now that max has a gf, lando needs a new wag

↳ drift4ever: @y/n.user ….

↳ user8: @y/n.user

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landos instagram story:

seen by: y/n.user, danielricciardo, and 872,103 others

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your instagram story:

seen by: landonorris, carmenmmundt, and 103,293 others

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Twitter:

Lando Updates @ln4updates • 3hr ago

Lando Norris is currently in Tokyo, Japan with Max Fewtrell and Max’s girlfriend, Pietra Pilao. Lando posted on his story with Y/n Y/l/n as well.

Y/n is apart of Formula DRIFT, she has been since 2019. She also drifts in Tokyo a lot with some of her friends!

Rumors are spreading that Lando and Y/n have been seen having dinner a few times this week🤔What do you think?

↳ DRIFT FanPage @fdriftfp • 3hr ago

I love Y/n and Lando so much, I think they would be a cute couple! My two fav drivers? Yes please!!

↳ Amanda @friendsenthusiast • 2hr ago

Y/n and Pietra content WHEN?!

↳ Landos Fits @ln4outfits • 2hr ago

They are really hard launching huh? But I’m here for it. I think they would be a power couple.

↳ Jackson Talks @jax99talk • 2hr ago

Sure, but…why do we have to ship them? I mean, I get they would be cute, but Y/n already has a bf. Me. So like, bye asf

↳ Gracie @gracietalksf1 • 2hr ago

LMAOOO you really got me for a second there, Jackson

↳ Jackson Talks @jax99talk • 1hr ago

Its not even believable, is it…?🤕

↳ Gracie @gracietalksf1 • 48mins ago

Nah, babe, it’s not 💓😍

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liked by: landonorris, francisca.cgomes, and 158,127 others

tagged: landonorris, maxfewtrell, pietra.pilao

y/n.user: new york outtakes 😉

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landonorris: 😏❤️‍🔥

↳ y/n.user: 🤭❤️‍🔥

↳ maxfewtrell: gag me

↳ pietra.pilao: getting freaky in the comments??

user3: THE EMOJIS?? THE COMMENTS?? HELOO??

y/ndriftposts: our drifting mom is j hard launching rn guys

carmenmmundt: fits are always so good!!

↳ y/n.user: ty carm <3

↳ carmenmmundt: <33

ln4edits: UGH i love them already

f1wags: we’ve arrived. so..do we add y/n to the page?

*liked by creator*

↳ user7: Y/N LIKED IT???? OMG CONFIRMED?!

ogf1fp7: needed this today tbh

alexandrasaintmleux: prettyyy❤️❤️

↳ y/n.user: you you you❤️❤️

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your instagram story:

seen by: landonorris, lilymhe, and 125,293 others

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liked by: y/n.user, oscarpiastri, and 1,281,923 others

tagged: y/n.user

landonorris: my home in three different seasons ❤️‍🔥

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y/n.user: i love my f1 driver bf

↳ landonorris: i love my formula drift gf

f1wags: WOAHHHH SHES SO PRETTY IM FLOORED

y/nfp8: MOTHER!!!!!!!

danielricciardo: finally got a girlfriend?

↳ landonorris: yes, the best one ever

↳ y/n.user: 😁

↳ danielricciardo: cheesing😁

↳ landonorris: of course she’s cheesing😮‍💨

↳ y/n.user: 🤭

user2: in love with their love

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(reposts, comments, and likes are appreciated!^-^)

[dublinurvixen]

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97% Brat 

96% Slave 

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88% Boy/Girl 

69% Experimentalist 

63% Exhibitionist 

57% Ageplayer 

57% Voyeur 

18% Vanilla 

13% Primal (Hunter) 

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0% Brat tamer 

0% Degrader 

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0% Owner 

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this is a picture of me! my hair is way longer it looks short in the photos

[softlittleheartsandsparkles]

if you wore lolita before... why did you stop?

Oh. I'll be vague cause my reasons are personal, and I don't want to share a lot about em.... My old coords just hold a lot of different feelings & I stopped for awhile after a relationship I was in ended. After my relationship ended, lolita fashion became a little less fun for me. & affordability for coords but also going to local (ish) meetups became harder. (My local meetups were a couple hours away, and I was landlocked, so trying to get to them, I'd be looking at a hotel stay or attempting to try to catch a 9pm ferry. Which wasn't ideal / wasn't going to happen. >.<;') You make sacrifices sometimes, and I found for me it was easier to pull away rather than be sad or anger I couldn't participate as much as I would've wanted too. :3 & I also became a bit uncomfortable, so I just ended up tucking those old dresses away. (eventually gifting them, which in the end felt the best. I was able to gift em to people who I believe would've enjoyed them.) & my mental health started to sink a lot, so my focuses shifted and I spent more energy on that and also trying to find hobbies I could enjoy locally that didn't require big travel accommodations. I do know I wore a bit of j-fashion after I met my current bf from time to time. I also like other sub-fashions and that's sorta one of the other things. = ^ - ^ = I enjoy way to much and well, my wallet can't accommodate that all. LOL (Like I like dolly kei/ natural kei / mori kei, I also really like girly kei and the subtypes. But I also really enjoy/love renfaire clothes, like corsets, the really puffy skirts, and I wanna get some more rennie clothes cause I went to my first renfaire last year and I had fun. LOL! So thats also on my list, actually rennie clothes are something I wanna work on making and diy'ing. XD its just more... I gotta figure out a time to go the the fabric store that isn't sunday, cause they aren't open on sundays. and I require patterns. LOL I'm also still really into vintage fashion, although I haven't found a good thrift shop yet for that locally. But I like vintage dresses. I also enjoy a lot of "normie" clothes too. & That all stacks up in cost. I'm also sorta at the point were I like more baggy clothes for comfort reasons, I also like my clothing to be multipurpose. Like baggy shirts I can wear all year around, or even when i'm gardening or going for a stroll, lolita I couldn't wear doing gardening or any dirty work. >.> I'd be fussing over it. "Oh no! D: NOT THE LACE. NOOOO." "FUCK I dropped an overripe strawberry on meeeeee AHHHHHH. *rushes inside with horror and majorly fussing over it*" I have wanted to do a lolita meetup tho, like a tea party. So I'm not sure. :3 I have a single dress. So I may at some point. >w<;')

[supercutszns]

i’ve been laughing at that dog gif for like 10 minutes THANK YOUUU

dtartinf off strong. i love crazy people / shes so fucking weird i love her😭😭

UR SO MEEEEEE LIKE U GET IT

omfg the lyrics. those r sooooo good especially bad idea right that’s so them like yes this IS A BAD IDEA GIRL VERY BAD

the entirety of the scene dialogue reminds me sooo much of when he was making fun of percy in the show u wrote him so well😭😭😭

THANK YOUSNDKSKSKW i wrote that bit BEFORE the finale came out so i was like overjoyed when he was being a prick to percy when he said “so you’re weak and wanna quit?” i was like OHHH FR???

insane and weird bf gf trope we love u.

literally little freaks will always be famous!! they are so off-putting aren’t they just lovely

SHE CAN MAKE HIM WORSE OHHH U WERENT KIDDING

yeah she is legitimately the worst/best thing that could ever happen to him and she may only make him even more deranged overtime😍😍 so adorbs

THANK UUU FOR ALL UR THOUGHTS always such a delight to read 😁😁🫶

bitter to the taste; luke castellan

series masterlist

wc + pairing: 5.5k, luke castellan x f!reader

synopsis: a sharp blade, a black eye, and (more than) two kisses.

warnings: this is even sluttier than the last one, language, sword fighting, sharp objects, blood/injuries, reader is still a horrible person and so is luke but he's also a loooser, making out, allusions/mentions of sex but no super explicit descriptions, kind of fluffy at the end

notes: i’m starting to hate this bc i think i’ve been staring at it too long sorry if this is not as good as pt.1 but i have plans for this series ok. also READER AND LUKE ARE NOT GOOD PEOPLE!!! THEIR RELATIONSHIP WILL NOT ALWAYS BE GOOD!!! THEY SUCK!! they are also not real but keep that in mind :) synopsis inspired by crush by ethel cain; designated song for this fic is unpunishable by ethel cain (i’ve got a whole chronological playlist for these freaks like it’s serious)

You’ve always had a taste for violence. And an equally powerful penchant for sloth. 

You prefer to watch the carnage, not participate. It satisfies something inside you that you know, if it wasn’t for your laziness, could cause something irrevocable. Who the hell has time for that?. You’d rather lie back and watch instead.

This flaw of yours is the only reason you haven’t stirred more trouble, you think. It’s the reason you never attend camp games or sparring lessons. Sometimes, when you do, a dark muscle flexes inside your heart to curl out of its slumber, forming a hunger you don’t have otherwise. The second it starts to pry you have to rear yourself back and tuck the monster in. Banish the need for something more.

You don’t want to feed it. You don’t know what happens if you do. So you let other people do the feeding for you.

Luke cuts through two dummy heads in one swoop. It’s fucking gorgeous. The moon reflects off his sword, a silver sheen casting his face when he’s in the right spot. His brows are set, eyes so dark they blend with the night. Every motion is ruthless. Satisfying. 

You don’t know how many times you’ve watched him like this. He called you out for it last night, but you’re sure he doesn’t know the half of it. The shadows are a sacred cloak to you, and you wait inside them until you want your presence known. 

Meet me tomorrow. 

It runs through your head like a broken record. You can still feel his breath on your lips and your neck is still tender—had to wear a sweater in the blazing heat to hide the marks. Since you were created you’ve accepted a universal truth about yourself: you don’t harbour affection for anyone or anything. There’s not a single thing you’ve felt drawn to or protective over but yourself. It’s solitary, yes, and lonely, yes, but that’s the way you’re supposed to be. 

But you think about last night. You think about the moments between the kisses and the rush. When he teased you against your ear. When his hand brushed a certain spot on your back and something much lighter fluttered inside of you. When you crawled into sleep and thought about him, those were the moments that struck you the strangest. 

His gaze pans over the treeline every once in a while, the anger diluted. Then it comes back twice as hard as he shreds another dummy to pieces. 

He’s waiting for you. Oh, this is rich! A better person would probably turn around and go spoon their offerings into the bonfire the second they understand what they’re doing is incredibly destructive. But who are we kidding? You wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t. 

So you take a step forward, slip out of the comfort of the dark, and the next time he looks to the treeline he knows you’re there. He can’t see you, but he knows. 

You wait. His strikes are less tenuous, much smoother. It almost makes you laugh. Some fucking showman he is. 

Eventually, he buries his blade in the dirt and wipes his brow. “Are you gonna come talk to me or are you gonna stare at me all night like an owl?”

You relish in the feeling of shedding the darkness, coming into the light of the moon. “Hi,” you say flatly, but there’s a tiny smile on his face when he sees you that almost puts you off. 

“Hello, rotten.” He tries to lean on the hilt of his sword but it isn’t quite tall enough so he stumbles. It’s so pathetic it almost makes you laugh. 

“Don’t call me that,” you grimace.

“Okay, back to heathen?”

“Don’t call me that either.”

“Well, you don’t seem too happy when people call you by your name so pick your poison here.” 

You don’t say anything, your mouth set in a scowl. “All right, both it is,” Luke shrugs.

He’s different from last night. Less impatient. You hope it’s not because he thinks he has you now—he’s got another thing coming. “I almost thought you weren’t gonna come,” he says with a crooked grin, neither bashful nor ashamed. 

You’ve made your way closer to him, the soft grass turning to dusty earth. “Don’t know why I did,” you mutter crassly. 

Having abandoned his sword, Luke chuckles wryly. “Yes, you do.”

That bitterness he hides from everyone else pierces through. He tilts your face up like he did yesterday, the press of his fingers beneath your chin almost burning you. You know he’s peering at the marks on your neck. 

“If you made me come here just to hook up with me you’re delusional,” you glare. 

“What, like that’s not why you’re here?” He pushes your face up a little higher, grinning a little when you add resistance. “I’m a gentleman, you know. I can be patient.”

This guy is full of fucking shit.

“I’ll believe it when I see it,” you snipe. The only point of contact you have is his hand on your chin, but you’re a hair’s breadth away from having everything else. The air drifting between you is almost palpable, shrinking smaller and smaller like it’s terrified of being trapped between you.

He keeps your face still. He’s studying you, and you’re suddenly curious about what he sees. You remember all those looks you’d share at the dinner tables that made this happen in the first place. What did he see then? 

“You wanna fight?”

It takes you a second to react. “What?”

“You want to fight. Pick up a sword, let’s go.” He smiles as he finally lets you go, waltzing away from you to unbury his sword from the dirt. His touch permeates through your skin and you hate it. 

“What the fuck are you talking about? I can’t fight.”

“Sure you can,” he replies, grabbing another sword from the training rack. “You need to burn off a little steam.”

You laugh sharply. “And you think me waving a sword around is gonna do that?”

“Uh, yeah,” he grins. “It’s the method that lets us keep the most clothes on.” 

You glare at him. His smirk is a mile wide. The way your stomach is simmering almost makes you sick; it’s like gorging yourself on candy except this time the candy has a sword and maybe wants to fuck you. 

You just watch as he hands you his sword, and the moonlight glinting off the metal has you believing it’s not the kind used for training. “I’ll use the dull one,” he assures. “C’mon, heathen. I know you’ve used a sword before, they force us to.”

“I usually skip those classes.”

He laughs. You can’t tell if it’s at you or with you. “Of course you do.”

You don’t like following orders, but oh, what the hell. Luke knows something about you, just like you know something about him. You’re only a little curious about it. 

“Straighten your back,” is the first thing he says once you’ve taken your stance across from him. The blunt of his sword reaches out to tap your hip. 

You begrudgingly do as you’re told. He watches you mirthfully, and the press of his sword against you starts to feel like a substitute for his hand. All the closeness you’re hungry for, dampened by cold steel. It still makes you buzz. 

He gives you the barebones—the right grip, how to maneuver, the proper balance. But long gone is his easy disposition. The motor inside him that powered all those dummy beheadings and disembowelments is running again, except this time it’s for you. He wants a fight. This is his battlefield. All right, you’ll bite.

You start to spar with the skill of an overgrown toddler. The sword feels like an unnatural ligament hanging off your body. Luke is precise, convicting, far more enthusiastic than you. “You can do better than that,” he prods after your swords clash lazily for the billionth time. “Stop going easy.”

“You’re going easy,” you shoot back. 

“Yeah, but I’d really rather not. Come on.” 

There’s a moment of hesitation. You think about that dark thing you keep harboured. A muscle aching to be used. 

“Come on,” he says again, and he almost sounds pissed. “All of a sudden you’re playing nice? What are you afraid of?”

Something flares inside you. “Nothing!”

“Then pick up the sword and fight me.”

You huff and roll your eyes, but your next swing is far more inspired. Luke blocks it easily, but you don’t care. “There we go,” he nods. “Again.”

This is more than you bargained for when you decided to come see him. All you want is to make out with this hot, awful person and have him tell you hot, awful things about yourself you probably already know. Why do you have to fight to get it? 

He keeps provoking you no matter how hard you try. Your temper picks up the more you swing, discordant clangs bruising the air, but it’s still not enough. Luke doesn’t let up. Of course the one time you try to be nice, you’re not allowed to. On second thought, why are you reigning yourself in for Luke? The only other person in camp with a real, consuming viciousness? If anything you should hit him twice as hard, since he’s so sure he can take it. 

“No wonder you’re so angry all the time,” Luke heaves out, and it gives you a swell of satisfaction. “You don’t have a proper outlet. Maybe you’d be nicer if you didn’t sit around and complain all day.”

“Shut up,” you gnash your teeth. 

“Just saying, maybe you should do something about it.”

You’re getting lost in the rhythm of the swords, the adrenaline, the sweat passing the scar on his cheek. Every swing you think less and less, and that dark muscle flexes more and more. It feels like home to you. Like a good meal. Your bones ache and the world has darkened, but that rotten pit inside you cracks open in full bloom. 

Luke keeps egging you on but you can’t hear him. Not like he still needs to. You think you’re smiling, or huffing furiously, or both. The sharpness of the sword intrigues you. A million terrible things reflect off its blade and you imagine them, all at once, until you are out of your body and the black hole inside you has properly wedged itself open. 

Luke jabs at you and you bring your sword down with a vengeance. But it’s a little too low. You only notice when he drops his weapon to the side and staggers back.

The fog of violence falters. It fades almost completely when he hisses long and hard, eyes screwed shut, and you see the tear in his shirt. In his skin. 

“Shit,” you say. “Fuck.”

You don’t sound sorry, you don’t think you are sorry, especially when he laughs. It’s a wheezy one through his teeth as you come up to him, but a laugh nonetheless. “Knew you were going easy,” he remarks through a wince. 

You ignore him, looking down at the injury. A  gash across his abdomen. It’s bleeding a little, but not enough for it to drip. You did that. Just looking at the blood, you feel the bitter taste of it in your mouth, the reward a temporary hunger for carnage brought you. This is why you don’t play camp games. 

“I’ve got thick skin. I’m fine,” Luke says casually. “I’ve got a medical kit under that tree over there in case I beat myself up too bad.” He’s no longer scrunched in pain, and you’ve got a feeling he’s telling the truth. So you go fetch the kit where he said it was. You need to wrap that slash. Not because you’re sorry for him, but because looking at it makes you angry. 

You kneel and pop the lid of the small tin kit, covered in dirt. It’s mostly gauze and bandages. Rubbing alcohol too. “Just give me the gauze, that’s all I need,” Luke gestures. 

“Shut the fuck up, I’m doing it myself.” You’ve already torn off some gauze, sitting all the way up on your knees. 

“Most people just say sorry.”

“You pushed me,” you spit back, surprisingly forceful. Luke’s smile drops. You take a deep breath, adjusting yourself to get eye level with the injury. “I told you I don’t fight.”

You’re not sure what makes Luke give in, but he doesn’t say a word as you lift the hem of his torn shirt and he holds it up. There’s no proud remark about your eyes lingering on his stomach, or the hesitation in your hands. You stare at the wound. It really is shallow. Your thumb presses at the skin around it and he winces. “My bad,” you mutter. 

As you sterilize the cut and wrap the gauze around his torso, you try not to let your fingertips cling to the warmth on his skin. You try not to notice the other scars littered there, most faded to the point they should be impossible to pick up even in the sun. It’s obvious he’s staring at you. Your neck is crawling with warmth. But you don’t engage, you just wrap the gauze a few times and do your best not to notice the rise and fall beneath his muscles as he breathes. Then you fasten things neatly and put everything away so you can get up. Any second. Come on. 

“Good?” You ask instead, exhaling. 

“Good,” he affirms. He slides a hand under your forearm and gets you up. It stays there once you’re standing. The night stills. 

“I’m guessing you’re adding ‘attempted killer’ to your list of horrible qualities,” you go on to break the silence.

He holds your gaze unyieldingly. “I’d consider that a pro, actually.” 

You are entirely fed up with this drawn out evening, but you can’t bring yourself to speed anything up any more than stepping closer so your chests brush. “I will give you one, though,” he continues, craning down to your ear. You smell his skin and it sends you back to the position you were in yesterday. 

He finally kisses your jaw, just once, then your neck. You shiver. “You’re too tense.” Another kiss behind your ear. It’s not enough. “Do you even know how to have fun?”

“I don’t want to have fun,” you reply bitterly. I just want to make out with you, asshat.

Luke’s breath frosts over your face when he chuckles, but before he can get any further away you catch his mouth with yours. Almost instinctively his arm winds around you to pull you in closer, your hand looping through his curls. It's a relief, knowing last night wasn't some freak accident. This does feel good, actually, and it can happen. Everything you felt yesterday is only more urgent now, hungrier, and you're pretty sure the way you kiss him gives that away.

He indulges you, squeezing the base of your hips as his other hand thumbs across the marks on your neck. This is so fucking embarassing—you think you whine when he bites down on your bottom lip. You’ve never needed something this bad, you’ve never needed anything. But you press yourself as close to him as you can manage and his hand runs lower, slips against your inner thighs, and it’s difficult to worry about anything else. 

Until he pulls away. Like a dick. 

He doesn’t go far, his forehead pressed to yours, but you feel like pulling out all his hair. It’s a muddling mix of frustration and longing you’re starting to associate with him. “Dude,” you groan, an inner coil only starting to unwind begrudgingly compressing. 

“Let’s go for a swim,” he says. The enthusiasm is almost alarming. Almost makes him look younger.

You’re homicidal. “Are you fucking serious?”

“Yes, heathen. Let’s go for a swim, come on.”

He’s rubbing circles on your thigh, which only makes you want to strangle him. “But I—I don’t have my bathing suit,” you string out. 

The smile gets more boyish. “Wow, whatever shall we do?”

It’s another challenge. Another dare. And he knows what you want, fucking jerk. You’re going to kill him. 

“Fine,” you grunt, and the second the words leave your lips you’re pulled to the lake. 

It’s a warm, sticky evening, only made worse with the sweat and the half-assed kissing, so the water doesn’t seem all that bad. Unfortunately, you don’t like giving into demands. So you stare ghoulishly at your fingernails as Luke tosses off his ripped shirt and his shorts so he can plunge into the lake. “Aren’t you going to at least come in?” He asks, but you don’t look at him. 

“I don’t like swimming,” you lie. 

“At least your feet. It’s nice, I swear!”

A splash, like smoke moving through wind chimes. You look up and Luke has completely submerged, popping his head up closer to the mouth of the dock. “Please,” he says with such conviction your resolve turns to butter. Gods, what is happening to you? You still need that lobotomy! 

You sigh, roll your eyes, turn your back to him. “Fuck this,” you mutter under your breath. You undress to your undergarments and you’re not sure if you want Luke to be watching or not. The moon touches your bare skin and a chill trickles through you. 

You take a seat at the edge of the dock, knees tucked to your chest. Luke swims over for you right away. His hair is dripping against his skin, and you hate how beautiful it looks. The waterline is high tonight, almost ridiculously so, so he props his elbows up on the dock with no problem. “Come in,” he urges. 

“No.”

“Just your legs?”

“No.”

“Gods, I’ll make it worth it, just throw your damn legs in!” 

Your eyebrows shoot up. His face is stubbornly pink. Oh, so now he wants something. You take your time uncurling yourself and Luke wades away from the dock so you can put your feet in. The water goes up to your calves, and you shiver. “So fucking difficult,” he mutters, and your pulse flickers. 

“Sorry, what was that?” You let yourself grin for the first time all night. 

“Nothing,” he hums. This time when he comes to the dock, he wraps his hands around your calves. You’re pretty sure he can stand here because he stops treading. The warmth of the water seems to spread further, long past the threshold of your knees. 

He rests his chin just above your knee, water pooling on your skin. “Stop dripping on me,” you complain. 

“Sorry.” He fake pouts when he kisses the damp spot. You see, ever so faintly, a diabolic shift in his expression. He nudges your leg with the point of his nose, then kisses it, then starts to move it aside. “Feel bad about teasing you all night,” he murmurs, still with an edge. He presses more kisses on your legs. “I really did want to see you.”

The irony that he’s still teasing is not lost on you. You’re not loving how desperately warm you’re starting to feel. “Why’s that?” You lean back on your palms. 

“You’re a very interesting person,” he quips innocently. His hands are cupping the backs of your calves. He’s pulled you a lot closer to the water, and somehow you’ve just noticed. Another blistering kiss on the inside of your thigh. 

“You’re fucking evil,” you scathe. 

He looks up at you from between your legs. “You have literally done nothing but berate and injure me this whole evening.”

“Yeah, and right after I patch you up you jump in the water for shits. You’re playing infection roulette, Castellan.”

“See? You’re so mean.” He sighs, and in a move that almost surprises you to death, he hoists both your legs over his shoulders and they dangle into the river behind him. “And here I am anyway, making it up to you.”

You are suddenly illuminated on the purpose of this situation. Why Luke is between your legs. Your heart jolts. “Luke, you can’t be serious.” 

“Mmhm.” He leans forward to kiss right under your navel. 

You hate how much you want him to do it again, how your body burns, but you avert your eyes. “Someone’s gonna—someone’s gonna hear us.”

He snorts, “No they won’t. Either this or you come in the water with me. Or both. We’ll see.”

A huge smile cracks across your face before you push it back down. You’re going to spend a lot of time coming back to this moment, this night, wondering why. “What is wrong with you.”

It comes out like a compliment when it leaves you. You want to vanish. Luke chuckles, and something foreign to the both of you buzzes through the air. 

“Are you going to be nice?” He asks against your skin. 

“Are you going to be quick?”

His mouth finds your hip bones and yeah, why the hell would you say no to this? He nods, “Swear.” 

That’s all you need. You let your eyes slide shut and your head tilts towards the sky. Luke takes your permission and runs with it, pries you open with his mouth until the stars soak through the black of your eyelids. 

You discover pretty quickly neither of you are good at keeping promises. 

The next time you need Luke’s med kit, he’s already awake. 

It’s been happening more and more often. You lurking around camp past moonrise and finding Luke outside his cabin, going for a walk or a stretch or a … something with you. 

“Do you ever sleep?” You ask him sometimes between flurries of kisses with your back against a tree. 

“Could ask you the same thing, heathen,” he squeezes your hips and nips at your neck, but never answers the question. And neither do you, so you’re both okay with it. You’d hate to give up this feeling, but he doesn’t need to know that.

This is the first time in your punitive life you have felt alive. Like a person, with bones and flesh and soul, a real presence. Not a ghost of smoke and shadow. You are real. 

Fooling around makes you feel like an actual teenager. You’re young, you remember when Luke joins you in the dark. You’re having fun. His hands under your shirt and his mouth on your collarbone, the way he bites down and winces when you do something a little too well, when you string out his name and he rewards you for it. You’re both greedy, insatiable people, so there’s a push and pull only the two of you would ever be able to handle. And nobody has to know. Despite all the bruises, the sleepless nights, the swollen lips, all you and Luke share in the daylight are noxious looks, and that's only if he can find you. A perfect crime. Camp Half-Blood’s angel and the vice that lives in the shadows. But in the dark, it’s hard to tell which is which. 

“Luke,” you whisper. “Luke.”

“I’m up,” he grumbles, peering up at you. “You shouldn’t sneak into my cabin.” He was already sitting up in his bed when you slipped in, and he didn’t notice you were there till you were right in front of him.

“Worried someone will catch me? You should know better.” 

He follows you outside so you don’t wake the other campers. There’s a thrill knowing just one interaction between the two of you could ruin both your reputations forever. 

“What is it, heathen?” He asks as the door closes behind him. It’s so dark and your back is turned to him, but his voice is drenched in smugness. “You don’t usually want to put up with me more than once a night.”

“Don’t have a choice,” you mutter, staring out at the camp. You go to chew on your bottom lip, but you wince immediately. “Where’s your kit thingy? The one we used after I impaled you.” 

“You mean after you lightly grazed me?” 

“Just tell me where it is, Luke.”

Your sharpness could cut through any sleepy daze he possibly has. He’s silent behind you for a second. “Why?” He asks.

“Because I need it.”

His hand curls around your shoulder and before you can think to submerge yourself in darkness, he turns you around. When he sees you, his face breaks from something proud to something … you’re not sure you like. “Oh, heathen,” he murmurs. “What happened to you?”

You guess it’s a semi-appropriate reaction, although you expected at least a grimace. To put it lightly, your face looks gnarly as fuck. There’s a bruise on your cheekbone and your lip is split. But what really draws attention is the half-formed, garish black eye swelling up your right side. 

“Just the usual. Pissed someone off.” It hurts the skin on your lip that’s caked with blood. 

He rests his thumb on your unbruised cheek, but somehow it still stings. You know he can’t see much of you in the dark but he tries. The prolonged eye contact without the imminent promise of a kiss feels foreign. “You need to go to the Apollo cabin,” he concludes, brows pushed together. 

A laugh slips past your broken lips. “No fucking shot. They would not help me.”

“Why not?”

“Because one of their shit-eaters did this!”

The words take a moment to register. You see them filtering through Luke’s brain. He blinks absurdly. “An Apollo guy beat you up?”

“Not beat up. Just … tussled.”

“How much tussling earns you a black eye, exactly? From Apollo kids.”

“Gods, just tell me where your kit is so you can go back to fucking sleep.”

His fingertips inch around the back of your neck, thumb still against your face. “Already wasn’t sleeping. I might as well help you,” he shrugs. “I move the kit every once in a while so some other campers don’t ravage it.”

“I don’t need help.”

Luke opens his mouth, then sighs deeply. He takes a firm hold of your arm and starts to tug you along. “Hey, what—” you swat at his arm. 

“You’re ridiculous,” he huffs. “Come on.”

It’s strange. Luke’s never done you a favour before. At least not one like this. You’re disgruntled enough that you had to go ask him in the first place and now he’s dragging you around? “This isn’t such a big deal, Luke,” you badger. “I’m fine.”

“Sure, whatever. Wait right here.” He lets go of you and only then you realize you’re in front of the Apollo cabin. You grimace, and Luke must have noticed because he says, “Don’t worry, I’m just gonna go inside and grab some things. No one’s gonna jump you.”

You scowl at him, and he just laughs. A part of you hopes he hits his head on the way in. You hide anyway. 

It’s a few minutes of waiting in the oppressive summer heat, until Luke emerges from the cabin with his hands full. He looks around, hesitantly calling, “Heathen?” Then again. You move out of your hiding spot and he jogs over to greet you. 

“Nice haul,” you comment. There’s an ice pack, cotton pads, a few miscellaneous items. “How’d you get them?”

He smiles widely. “Everyone loves me, heathen. It’s not hard.”

“…So you stole them.”

“Yes, but only because I’m too tired to talk to people and I’m protesting for your sake,” he rattles off. “Now hold this ice pack before it gives me frostbite.”

The two of you make your way down to the docks again. It’s morphed into your usual meeting place, since the waves lapping at the shore mask when Luke gets a little too noisy just to piss you off. (At least that’s what he tells you.)

He’s stashed his little tin in a different tree this time. After he retrieves it he sets everything out like a chef preparing to make a meal out of gauze and rubbing alcohol. 

Your head has been throbbing for the past few hours. You’re not proud that you antagonized the wrong Apollo kid and got a shiner for it. You’re less proud that you came to Luke for help. Just like everyone else does.

“Come,” he gestures, tugging at the waistband of your pants. You scoot closer to him and swallow the weight of your pulse when he touches you. 

Luke slowly presses the ice pack to your black eye, letting you hold it. “What did you do to earn this, anyway?” He asks, head tilted to the side. 

You’re hissing because of the ice, half-consciously shifting into him. “The usual. Spat at him. Made fun of his daddy a little too much. Tripped him so he landed face-first in his offerings.”

“You did not,” Luke laments as he dots alcohol onto a cotton pad. 

“You’re allowed to say you’re proud of me, Saint Castellan. I won’t tell. You can be mean.” Your voice drips with irony, and you hope it bothers him. The flex in his jaw gives it away. 

“You’re always gonna be meaner,” is all he says back. “This is gonna hurt.”

It’s all the warning he gives before he presses the pad against your lip. The sting envelops you immediately, and your good eye squeezes shut. “Shit, ow!” 

“Stop moving your mouth.”

“Fuck,” you swear anyway. Your lip burns so hard you can feel it in your teeth. 

Luke holds your jaw with his other hand so you can’t shy away. “I’ll kiss it better,” he teases. “Almost done.”

You roll your eyes, but Luke takes the pad off a few moments later. “Serious question. How are you so awful to people all the time?”

A groan tears through your throat with such force your head tilts back. “Not you too! I don’t need a fucking reason, there is no reason. Why doesn’t anyone get that?” 

“I’m not asking why. I’m asking how.”

He’s oddly serious, the caress of his thumb on your cheek far slower. You hate it when people want a reason why you’re like this, just to help them sleep at night. But from the bags lining Luke’s eyes, sleep doesn’t seem to be on his radar. 

“I just don’t care,” you admit, shrugging. “I don’t care about any of them. I don’t care about what they can do to me. I don’t care about anything.”

“…What about the Gods?”

It makes you cock your head. “Huh?”

“You wouldn’t care about them, either?”

You think, but only about which words to use. “No,” you decide, “They don’t scare me. They’re nothing. What are they gonna do to me?”

Luke snorts, almost nervously. “Uh, punish you for saying that, for one.”

You turn back to him, ice pack leaving your eye as you gesture. “How? By killing me? Pecking out my eyeballs? Burning me alive? I’m telling you, I don’t care. I don’t care about anything. It’s all just nothing to me. I’m fucking unpunishable, I’d like to see them try.” 

Huffing, you look back up at the firmament of stars. Luke says nothing. 

The grass rustles as he shifts, and his mouth ghosts over the bruise on your eye. “Unpunishable,” he murmurs, like he’s testing it out. Then he places an uncharacteristically gentle kiss just beneath your eye. And another just above. “We’ll see about that.”

You get that feeling again, the unbearable lightness in a place it shouldn’t be. Mixed with the poison lodged in your heart. 

Luke kisses you, still so delicate that you wonder if he’s been body-snatched. If anything, your bleeding lip feels soothed against his. His hands cradle your face with no ferocity at all. It seems wrong. 

“How do you feel?” He asks after pulling away, dark eyes nebulous and wide. The night usually sharpens his features. Now, they’ve been hushed.

“Um, better,” you reply. 

He hums, laying a slow trail of kisses on your jaw. “Did you at least get the other guy?” He asks between kisses. “Like, did you hurt him?”

“Not really,” you divulge, wondering if you should feel shame. 

“Why?” He’s made his way to your neck now, nudging your jaw up so he can kiss behind your ear. 

“I’m not a fighter.” And, without warning, for a reason you will never, ever be able to explain, your tongue adds, “I’m a killer.”

Your own brows furrow. Luke pauses for a moment, but knocks his nose against your neck. “Guess one of us has to be.”

There’s no more fooling around. No snappy insults, no feverish kisses, no hunger to be satiated. Luke just checks you over a few more times, hides his med kit, and you both get up to sleep. But his hand wraps around your wrist, far less firm than when he dragged you here. “Stay in my bunk, heathen,” he offers. “Leave in the morning.”

You think you’re making a mistake when you agree, but it doesn’t feel like one. 

The next day, after you’ve left Luke’s bunk, rumours float around camp that Luke Castellan accidentally butted some Apollo kid in the face with his sword during training. Caused a bloody, broken nose. Luke was very sorry, apologized profusely. 

But you know, by the way he takes you behind the stables that night, that he didn’t mean a single damn word.

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kelsey . i used to read all your fics & i was always like when i get a bf i’m def using some of the things val said to say & i now have a bf and can only remember one thing she ever said and it was perfect he never forgot that but now i have no more ideas where are your fics

HELP MEEEEEE 😭😭 wait girl u gotta tell me what you said that he never forgot ?? i’m nosy & i need to know!

also, they’ve been deleted! for a plethora of reasons, but mainly because i’m working on the original series & i needed to put that chapter of my life behind me <3

that being said, i offer pdf files to anybody who messages me with their email and the promise not to redistribute them anywhere <3 so i would love to get you access so that i can help a girl out …!! just message me!!

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ure so right. mia best song ✋😔

😎👍 exactly... good for us! taste!

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When susano s-jade skin was released I joked with my another poor friend that I'm gonna find a rich bf to send me skin I want. She hit me in my face with the fact that I'm so introvert to do that 😭😭😭 pls someone get this skin for meeeeee

Plss can someone buy just susabi skin for me?! 😭😭 I don't have any rich friend to ask for this I'm so embarrassed to ask them 😭😭😭

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been lurking on here for so long i thought i’d try and make an instagram blurb of my own lol.

here’s a private but not secret concept bc i ❤️ rockstar bf/fashion gf! this is what your and harry’s instagrams would look like the week harry’s house is released

face claim: madeline argy

your instagram story:

harry’s instagram story:

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yourfinsta what a week!

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harrysfinsta Help I’m still trapped in your coffee

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harrysfinsta Some film pics from when we were working on the album. Would have posted these sooner but Y/N has an awful habit of forgetting to get her film developed.

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yourfinsta well i developed them in the end didn’t i?!

↳ harrysfinsta Only took you six months…

annetwist The loveliest pictures! Congratulations on the album 🐇❤️

your instagram story:

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vansh's dumb ass rushing off to that random address he saw. like......... are you even checking on google maps ki kya area hai, is it conducive to having a secret person stashed there as a hostage? pata chala udhar tak pohunch gaye aur ek big bazaar hai.

ishani tripping riddhima as she runs into the house. such middle school bitchidity.

and now some interrogation of really wtf are you and vansh bhai upto all the time, coz no normal ppl can understand wtf your relationship dynamic is anymore.

blah blah some dhamki on dadi ko pata challllllllllll gaya toh??????

idc about this scene except for ishani looking hot af. i love her shirt dress and red lipstick. style icon.

anyway riddhima promises answers in 24 hours and fucks off.

lol vansh reached destination and from the looks of it, it's an empty lot. lmaooooooooooooo, fucking idiot. pehle hi bola tha maine, check kar udhar hai kya.

riddhima meanwhile steals the black box, which changes how it looks every single day.

calls vyom and is like i did my part of the deal, now your turn. they arrange the drop.

lmao vansh comes home to empty safe. follows her as she goes and dumps it in the recycling bins and tells vyom to pick it up.

hoodie waale kisine aake pick up kar diya. which i'm sure is not vyom, but angre/someone else instead.

ew vansh rootin around in the garbage bin for the box. sees it's gone and is all smirkily "INTERESTINGGGGGGG VERYYYYYYYY INTERESTINGGGG" about it. ok either box iske aadmi ne uthaaya hai ya woh asli waala black box nahi tha. warna yeh itna khush nahi hota.

ugh siya is video calling vyom and all WHYYYY CAN'T I COME SEEEE YOUUUUUUUUUUU?!?!!? i promiseeeee i won't disturb you while you work, i'll just keep looking at you and listening to you. what the ever loving fuck? behen, the relationship you're describing is the one ppl have with animals in zoos. yuck i actually cannot watch this shit man, i'm fwding.

anyway riddhima walks in hearing his voice from siya's room. ek toh yeh kaun bewakoof hai jo apne secret bf se BINA HEADPHONES ke baat karta hai? ffs, 6th graders doing aashiqui better than these fucks.

riddhima yelling at siya about getting involved with shunya circle zero man, while siya yelling back about how did YOUUUUUU see my earring with him, why are YOUUUU meeting him huh?!!?? and vyom is just there on the call like

riddhima trying to warn siya ki he's not a good man............. sis kabhi apne relationships ko dekha hai???? you're running on full 100% in the dept. of having romantic relationships with psychopathic men who try to injure/kill you on a weekly basis.

asdkjsakjdhksajdhksajhdkj i honestly am vyom in this sitch, who's enjoying this convo to the maxxxxxxxx. zoom call par baithe kisi aur ke ghar ka kalesh dekhne ka mazzzaaaa hi kuch aur hai.

angre losing his mind about riddhima stealing the box and vansh is all cool which meansssss........ nakli tha. for sure. shoulda known when we saw it looked diff itself.

lmaooooooooooooooo black box ko orange paint kar ke rakha hua hai iss chutiye ne. and he's bragging about how no one can open it without the key.

meanwhile peeth pe key waali didi andar jhaank ke spying kar rahi hai, as per usual.

kabir over here like main riddhima riddhima chillaaunga, banyaan phaad ke........... guard has had enough of his shit and tells him to stfu.

someone from outside hears this chillam-chilli and calls the police. wow, a responsible citizen, in this show?????????? unbohlievable.

cut to riddhima walking into bedroom (in whole new outfit; huh??? is it a whole other day suddenly?????) which is decorated like a mixture of a grade school on valentine's day + the set of a suhaag raat porno, lmao. husband is also in here, in his red velvet suit, giving her bhaaaaari sex eyes.

riddhima's thinking lagta hai issko pata nahi chala ke maine naak ke neeche se box udaa liya, warne yeh saare phool meri arthiiii pe chadhte.

this b has some nerve talking to siya about her "dangerous relationship" with that shirtless bhopuuuu player when her own husband/said chick's elder brother is a quasi-murderer they live with.

LMAO THEIR WHOLEASS BED IS GONE. ABHI SESK KAHAAN KAROGE? IS CHHOTE SE DINING TABLE PAR? ouff, they must still be in their 20s if they don't require proper lumbar support.

gives her a rose, ofc she pricks herself on a thorn, and nowwwww.... he's sucking on her finger. I'M SORRY THIS IS NOT ROMANTIC OR SEXY AT ALLLLLLLLLLLLL. SHE DIDN'T EVEN WASH HER HANDS AFTER COMING INTO THE ROOM!!!!!!!!!! FUCKERS GONNA START SOME INCURABLE PANDEMIC OF THEIR OWN LIKE THIS.

she's all ohohohoho dard bhi tum, dawa bhi tum huh? and he's like yeah babyyyyyyyyyy, coz tum poori ki poori meriiiiiii ho.

ok the sexy is getting scary now. as is on par with this fucker. never a moment where heart rate can be at resting rate with him. and not in a good way.

she's telling him she wants to tell him something, give him some surprise....... and he's like.... ok? and they slow dance while making shakki faces at each other's back.

kabirrrrrrr stillllllllll screaming for riddhima. guard finally calls her and makes him speak to her. she's like bitch tf you want i was about to get laidddddd.........

kabir suddenly in i love you i love you mode. shady. kal tak toh yeh gaana nahi chal raha tha??? *acp pradyuman hand motion* kuch toh gadbad hai.

whoopsssssssssss, police is here. guard is like fuck someone musta called hearing this dude's ruckus.

kabir is like mwahahahahahaha, your game is over now. police will find meeeeee and freeeeee meeeee.

lmaoooooooooo she talks to the police and says ki woh jo chila raha hai, mera mentally unstable bhai hai, toh bas...... inspector is like SAY NO MORE MA'AM, WE DON'T WANNA CHECK ON THE MENTALLY ILL, THAT'S A YOU PROBLEM, NOT AN US PROBLEM AS A SOCIETY, SO GOOD LUCK WITH YOUR CRAZY BRO, BYEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

anyway she's like listen up kabir, my deal is over, i'll tell vansh the truth and then you'll be free. so part of the deal with vyom is to keep kabir locked up???????? hein? what even.........

kabir freaking out about riddhima telling vansh the truth, and keeps on saying he'll murder her........ DUDE WHAT THIS SORDID TRUTH ANYWAY IM SO DONE JUST OUT WITH IT ALREADY

vansh comes outta the bathroom shirtless and............... lollipop ladki is here sexily breaking wine glasses in his bedroom. zero boundaries up in this house. NONE WHATSOEVER.

ok sorry i'm not paying attn to anything being said rn coz

lollipop ladki is like why not we drink from one glass and he's like 🤨🤨🤨

wifey's here to spoil the party.

or to make it better????????? coz lol she's like make it three glasses of wine! won't you invite me to whatever's going on???? she looks waaaay more into lollipop ladki than vansh is, which would be the best possible development to riddhima's character.

vansh like hein aise kaise you stealing girl away from meeeeee, and telling lollipop girl ki why don't you and i just chug from the bottle?

cursory invitation to riddhima too.......... man, why is this giving heavy threesome vibes???

riddhima like "no thanks, mujhe do se zyaada hont ek bottle par achche nahi lagte." alksjdlaskjdlsakjdlsajkdlaksjdlka

vansh: achche toh mujhe bhi nahi lagte.

riddhima: par lagta hai tumhe toh kisi ke bhi chalenge.

OUCHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!

lmaoooooooo now these two are just having their own petty pati-patni fight filled with vague statements about trust and misunderstandings, and lollipop girl is just here like

precap: riddhima about to tell vansh the whole truth or whatever, when vyom calls and is like wtf you gave me a fake black box. riddhima and vansh are once again fighting about truth and dhoka and like.......... bro. idc anymore. someone take your shirt off to make this worth my while.

[sugarlove12]

Hellooooo it’s meeeeee, to no one’s surprise I still haven’t recovered from given and I don’t think I ever will u can ask @queenoftheknight that literally my heart hasn’t moved on.

So like I said in previous posts I wanted to talk about it so muchhh but the words never came since I consider myself to be someone that expresses better in person than text, but I’ll try so prepare cause this shit is gonna be long.

1. THE FUCKING OPENING OMG

I’m a very critical person when it comes to openings and for some kind of reason I was like ok let’s listen to it and haha when I was reading the lyrics my heart went 💔 cause everything is so accurate to the storyline, everything fits perfectly. If u haven’t heard the complete song pls do so, it holds so much feelings. I’m gonna share with u guys some of my favorites quotes

All the things u left behind, became my everything-> WITH THIS ONE I DIED OK I WAS LIKE OH OK BAI.

Rainy, sunny, cloudy, spring, summer, fall and winter, 365 days, u remain in all of them-> THIS ONE ASDGFHJ IS THE PART WHERE YŪKI’S GHOST HUGS MAFUYU AND THEN HE HUGS TIGHTER THE GUITAR, look I can’t emphasized how much that scene hurts me.

Even if I meet u in my dreams, it’s meaningless cause u are not here-> bruh I imagine Mafuyu saying this and X_X (this is from the extended ver).

I still hear it, it's still so real, ur heartbeat, it becomes a part of me, u become me, I become u-> I think I don’t need to say any words.

2. UGETSU’S AND AKIHIKO’S RELATIONSHIP

THIS PART MAY CONTAIN SPOILERS TO THOSE WHO HAVENT READ THE MANGA

I’m a die hard fan of Haruki and Akihiko, but when I saw that scene where Ugetsu turns back to scream at Akihiko to not go and stay with him, while crying, THAT HURT SO MUCH OMG. Idk why but I could feel his pain like, he was so used to them fighting, breaking up and then getting back together, but this time was for real, that was a definite goodbye. Don’t get me wrong they were toxic as hell and even physical violence was involved cause he punched Akihiko more than once (I think, if my memory is working), but yeah I feel bad for Uge :(

3. Yūki omg this guy

I don’t know where to begin with this guy, I don’t want Natsuki sensei to draw much about him cause he’s my ship wrecker ok. Like I’m a sucker for the bad boy style and everything and he was so caring towards Mafuyu BUT YEAH THE POINT IS I DONT WANNA SEE HIM CAUSE I DONT WANNA LOVE HIM MORE AND FEEL KIND OF GUILTY FOR SHIPPING RITSUKA AND MAFUYU.

But there’s something that tickles me, like imagine a 15 year old killing himself just cause he had a huge fight with his bf, and this is a very sensitive topic but I remember when Hiiragi was talking about him, he said Yūki was a moody person so I thought what if he suffered from depression or he wasn’t emotionally stable like that would destroy the whole fandom. So yeah Yūki bby reast in peace we love u❤️

I don’t wanna offend anyone, this comes from someone who struggles with depression, so yeah kisses💕

4. Ep 9

Do I really need to explain how much damage it made to my heart, for starters I’m not emotionally stable and this episode broke the shit out of me.

All I wanna say is that I lost it when Mafuyu starts to talk to Yuki (u know what I mean) and starts reminiscing the past and ASDFGHJKL , the part when he screams AHHHH woahhhh My emotions left my body, if this platform were more safe I would show u guys pics of me that day AND THE VN I SENT MY FRIENDS OH GOD IT WAS ME SOBBING.

5. Mafuyu’s and Ritsuka’s relationship

I loveeeeee them soooo muchhhh, but there are maaaany things I wanna say and I want to see if I’m the only one who thinks like this.

There are a lot of people who say that Ritsuka is a replacement for Yūki but I don’t see that, on the contrary I think Ritsuka is the one who’s helping Mafuyu to heal, to be able to express himself, to allow himself feel whatever he wants to feel.

Now I’m not gonna lie if deep down I thought so in very specific moments. For example on the infamous ep 9 when Mafuyu is talking to Yūki while he’s singing, he says: I see u everywhere and the scene is Ritsuka turning his back and then Mafuyu sees Yūki, and at that moment I was TRIGGERED also in a manga ch Mafuyu sleeps over at Ritsuka’s and feels like crying cause Ritsuka had the same clock as Yūki, LIKE WHAT ARE THE ODDS, but yeah I don’t think he’s a replacement ok, those were just moments of doubt :)

Well I would’ve loved if the author had put more time between Yūki’s death and the beginning of the story cause idk the exact time but it was less than a year, and within months I think is SO HARD to get over ur ex who just committed suicide because of something U SAID, which also happens to be ur first love, childhood friend, someone who stood by u in so many aspects of ur life (his dad getting arrested) AND OH LET’S NOT FORGET THAT U REALIZED THAT WHAT U SAID WAS WRONG SO U CAME TO APOLOGIZE BUT OHOH TOO LATE BRO, so yeah to be able fall in love in couple of months and get over all that trauma seems a little unrealistic but I won’t fight it cause I love them lots.

Ritsuka is literally the only person that can be with Mafuyu specially in this time and circumstances, cause like I said, simultaneously as Mafuyu is developing a relationship with him,he’s also trying to 1. Move forward and get over Yūki 2. Forgive himself and Yūki, which if u ask me doing those 2 things while being in a relationship, the other person has to be very patient and we can see that with Ritsuka so that’s why I think that he’s gonna be Mafuyu’s second and last love ❤️.

Special mention to the quote on the title: can’t say goodbye, I’m still drifting with your echoes.

I hope I can see our baby Mafuyu always like this cause my god this smol boi deserves pure and entire happiness after all the shit he’s been thru

I think I got a LOT out of my chest and if u’ve made it till here thank u so much, I love u and appreciate it to the bottom of my very very small fujoshi otaku heart

[getbacktoworknovice]

🍁 Cuddling H.C’s; Kirishima

Kiri is a top notch cuddler and will literally find any excuse to do so

You did good on your test? Lets cuddle!

You aced your finals? Lets cuddle!

You got your provisional license? Lets cuddle!

Honestly, he doesn't care what spoon he is, he just likes to have you close

Your scent is comforting and he can always relax when hes wrapped up with you 

Totally the BF who lets you warm up your cold feet under him

Loves to kiss your nose or cheek to tease you making it seem like he wants to kiss you but doesn't to drive you crazy

But if you turn the tables on him he gets pouty and clingy 

Wait y/n, don't tease me! I was just kidding around! Kiss meeeeee!

Sometimes he straight up sneaks into your room and cuddles with you at night

Don't tell Aizawa!

[shhhlikeme]

I like Bokuto and Murasakibara 🥵🥵🥵 Bokuto so cute and wholesome I get perfect boyfriend vibes. He’d be all loving and stuff. Murasakibara with his hair pulled back is everything 😍😍

I have a question for yoooouuuu who do you think you’d have a better relationship with? Who would make you swoon the most if y’all started dating

Wow Bo again!!!! He’s so loved, my heart😩🥺🥺🥺🥺 I agree he’d be a perfect boyfriend & he deserves all the love !!

Omg Atsushi when he puts his hair up MA’AMMMMMMMMMMMMMM PLEASSEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE MY WEAKNESS IS GUYS WITH NICE WAVES OR LONG HAIR (man bun or long dreads) I just CANT I SWEAR im imagining him putting his hair up before doing the deed as if he’s saying with his movements “you won’t be able to walk tomorrow”. I can’t 😩

Oh a question for MEEEEEE, well

Between Aran and Kasamatsu??? Definitely Aran. Absolutely. He’s so much more of a gentlemen right, I think while Yukio is sooo hot he would try to bring his attitude that he has with the team over here and I’d have to be like whoaaaaa beep beep beep back that shit up baby boy I am NOT Kise. Whereas Aran I believe would be gentle and a romantic from the jump. That’s moreso my type. Big guys with soft hearts. He’d be the type of bf to think of me first after his games and of course my family and friends would absolutely ADORE EVERYTHING ABOUT HIM. Not to mention our kids?!!!!!!! They’d be BEAUTIFUL and DARKSKIN and PERFECT holy shit Ojiro has be wrapped around his finger istg

Thanks for asking💕

[picassho-18]

Go Puck Yourself

(Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader) 

Along with Your Best Friend (Y/BF/N) x Loki

Hockey Players AU

Warnings: hinting and references to sexual behavior, slight angst, fluff overload, SEXY BUCKY ;)

Word Count: 7,590

Summary: The Bucky x Reader version of a modern day Romeo and Juliet where two best friends deal with their boyfriends, Bucky and Loki, who are on rival hockey teams with the rivalry game coming up. (Read the Loki x Reader (best friend’s pov) version from @gingerwritess)

A/N: To celebrate the last day of 12 Days of Christmas, and Christmas day, you peeps are getting my longest, hardest fic I have ever written. I’ve poured my heart and soul into it for months so please please please leave feedback!!! And moodboard done by meeeeee ;)

You really only thought he was a cute hockey player. But oh boy did he cause you a lot more trouble than the normal person. The moment you laid eyes on him, he drew you in, with how graceful he was on the ice, the smile on his face evident, even through his helmet.  Your heart skipped a beat when somehow, he made eye contact with you, and held it. He didn’t pull away, he just stopped skating in the middle of the rink as the rest of his team warmed up around him. All he did was smile, and stare, his icy blue eyes peering deep into you. Even with the coldness of the rink settling into your bone, you felt your cheeks heat up. With a pounding heart, and not able to think of anything else, you had mouthed “good luck” to him. You could tell he knew what you said, due to how big his smile got, as he mouthed “thank you” back. With that he skated away, getting his head back into the game.

The next game, the second you walked into the rink, he saw you and did a little wave with his padded hand. You hid a small giggle, and waved back, mouthing “good luck” again.

The third, he skated up to you, and you yelled out a goodluck across the plexiglass the separates the two of you. He smiled big, and blew you a kiss this time, and skated back.

And this continued, for games, until somehow, he asked you out, and eventually you ended up in a very complex Romeo and Juliet situation but in a way that could never have been expected.

****** Two Days Before Rivalry Game

“Babe, it will be fine!” you said, as you buttoned Bucky’s vest, giving it a little pat before pulling away.

“I know, Y/N, but the game is in just a couple of days!” he groaned, ruffling his long hair in frustration, “Loki, a.k.a. the asshole will be so obnoxious, remember they won last year!”

“Buck, this is my best friend I’m talking about. You can be civil for just a couple hours so we can go on this date, right? Plus, Y/BF/N has been planning this forever!”

“How did I manage to find the love of my life, only to find out she is best friends with a Frost Giant’s girlfriend?”

“Bucky…” you warned.

“I’ll try… But I can’t promise anything. And I’m most definitely not being anywhere near pleasant when we get on that ice together next week.”

“I won’t expect anything else for the big rivalry game. Just right now, you’re gonna have to put up with him. Loki is Y/BF/N’s boyfriend, and that’s not going to change anytime soon with how in love they are, so you two are gonna have to find a way to be civil tonight.”

Loki and Bucky were captains of rival hockey teams, the Frost Giants, and the White Wolves. And even though their girlfriends were best friends, that did not  mean at all they would be civil. The only way Bucky was going to play nice would be if you gave him an incentive.

You pulled him close to you, cupping his cheeks with your palms. “Me and Y/BF/N are only asking for one night. One. You can manage that, right, big boy?”

“I can manage it” as he growled lowly, pulling you closer, and nipped at your ear, rumbling darkly, sending shivers through your body.

“And,” you whispered into his ear, “if you behave, I might just draw you a bath. You know what that means don’t ya? It’s just you and me, naked, in hot water, as I slowly work my hands all over your body, giving you my famous massage.”

You could feel his breath catch in his throat, causing you to chuckle, as he buried his scruffy chin into your neck, peppering it with kisses.

You melted into him slightly, before pushing yourself away, “Woah, now sorry to tempt you but we have a date in an hour, we have to leave soon!”

He chuckled, “Oh, I can make time.” swiftly grabbing your wrist, and yanking you onto his lap. With a slight shriek, you realized your legs were straddling his. You peered up to him through your eyelashes, blinking  a couple times, before realizing you didn’t actually want to leave just yet.

“Fine, but make it quick.” And with that, you crashed your lips to his.

*****  An Hour Later

“I’m soooo sorry we’re late!” you said, as you rushed into the restaurant with Bucky in tow behind you. “I had some things to do.”

Without hesitation, Bucky added, “And by things, she means me.”

You sighed, rolling your eyes along with Y/BF/N, as Loki gave a high five to Bucky.

“Glad to see you two getting along, even at my own expense,” you sighed, hoping this would settle any nerves between the two.

But sadly, Loki responded, “Relax, I’m just glad to know that my friend is able to score, Gods know he can’t once he is in the rink.” and any hopes of reconciliation were dashed, flying way out the window, as you watched as his smirk grew wider, and felt Bucky tense up besides you, a low growl coming from his throat.

My god, this is not going to work is it? you thought, sighing and shaking your head at Y/BF/N. Those two will be fighting each other on the ice in no time.

Bucky sneered, a thought coming to his mind, and no sensor of his filtering it out, “Ooh, tough guy, huh? That’s a lotta talk, comin’ from a guy who’s hair is longer than his dick.”

Loki froze at his comment, before a sneer came to his face, “A lovely sentiment, truly. Well spoken, James, Y/BF/N, would you care to explain just how wrong he is?” he said, turning to her.

“Shut up,” she giggled, trying to hide her face in embarrassment, but you just shot her a look, knowing exactly what she was feeling.

Loki clapped his hands together triumphantly. “Need I say more?”

With a round of chuckles around the table, the boys settled down temporarily, talking about each of their hockey teams, while you and Y/BF/N started to talk amongst yourselves.

“So,” you asked, curiously,  “how’ve you two been? Everything going well?”

Immediately, Y/BF/N got a smile on her face, explaining, “We’re doing amazing. I’m gonna marry him. I hate him, he’s a little annoying shit, but I’m going to marry him.”

It always made you heart happy to know your best friend was happy. When Loki became such a big part of her life, you saw the change in her. She became such a happier person, and it was the sweetest thing to witness.

“And you? You and Bucky doing good?”

“Yes… I couldn’t ask for anyone better. He’s a real gentleman, Y/BF/N, he really is.” a smile springing to your face as well as you begun to think about your sweet Bucky, holding his hand slightly tighter, as he absent mindedly rubbed his thumb over your knuckles.

You both tuned back into the conversation, just in time to overhear Bucky say he would knock out some of Loki’s perfect teeth in the rivalry match.

You snorted at the coincidence of the timing, and Y/BF/N turned to you, saying “A true gentleman, definitely” laughing along with you.

If only it could have stayed that peaceful… and sober. But someone had taken the pleasure of ordering a round of shots for the table. And the sobriety fell swiftly away with the two boys.

“Only on for me, and only one for you.” you said sternly, as Bucky handed you a shot glass. “You’re way too heavy for me to haul your drunk ass into bed.”

All Bucky did was grin, before sliding up his sleeve to reveal his bicep, flexing at the table. “It’s all these muscles. What can I say?”

With a huff, you rolled your eyes, trying your best to hide the smile that crept up on your face whenever Bucky flaunted like this. You could say you were a proud girlfriend of your beefcake boyfriend.

As discreetly as possible, you softly touched his arm, and leaned into his ear whispering, “Well then, I’d say you should use all those muscles tonight then.” Before pulling away, leaving him slightly flustered with a newly found light in his eye.

He cleared his throat, and adjusted himself, before the two of you turned your attention back to Loki, who had raised his shot glass, “Shall we?”

As the rest followed suit, he continued, “To the Frost Giants never ending reign of victory- HEY!” he paused suddenly, almost dropping his shot, “Bucky kicked me!”

Bucky looked smug, as he swallowed his shot glass in one graceful motion, but you smacked his arm as he clicked the glass back down on the table.

“One decent dinner. You promised me!”

“Sorry, baby. I couldn’t resist, he’s just got one of those faces…” he shrugged indifferently, but you could tell he was enjoying himself immensely, “Makes you just want to kick him.”

Quickly, Y/BF/N interrupted, “Boys, boys, let’s all stay calm!” She put a hand on Loki’s arm, to calm him.

But he threw a retort back, “Am I supposed to be intimidated?” before proceeding to flag down a waiter.

“How can I help you?”

“Bring us two more rounds.”

You stared helpless, as Y/BF/N tried to stop him, “Loki, no…”

But even she couldn’t, he just smirked, staring down Bucky, “Sorry darling. I just really feel like winning at something tonight.” he slid an arm behind Y/BF/N, airing confidence, “What do you say, James? A friendly competition before I murder you on the ice?”

Bucky immediately accepted the challenge, clinking a glass with Loki before they threw back their second shots. After another round was brought over, Y/BF/N slid out from her boyfriends arms, and sat next to you.

“They’re so, so stupid. Complete idiots!” you whispered to Y/BF/N, as the boys stared at each other, before downing another shot, counting out loud each number. “I hate that I’m hoping Bucky wins.”

Hours later, and many many shots later, an extremely drunk Bucky had his head on your lap as you played with his hair, while Y/BF/N was comforting an equally if not more drunk Loki.

“Ah, Buck!” you yelped, as his cold finger slipped up your shirt. “Why do you get so handsy when your drunk?!”

He giggled, as you pulled his hands off your skin, and held them in your own. “Because, my love. This gives me” a hiccup interrupted him, before he continued, “an excuse to touch your perfect skin all I want”

He looked up at you, his blue eyes shining, whether it was from the alcohol or with love, you didn’t know. But when Loki said something about Bucky cheating, he jerked up, grabbing a butter knife from the table, and pointing it threatening to a swaying Loki who also had a knife pointed back.

They continued to argue like little boys, until Loki smiled like he realized something, and shouted, “I challenge you to a duel, good sir!” lifting up his knife.

Bucky’s eyes widened before looking over to you, his eyes pleading for you to say it was okay.

Sighing, you simply shook your head no.

“Sorry, my girlfriend said no.” he said sadly, laying down his knife.

Loki snapped back, “Well, then your girlfriend is a coward.”

“No, she isn’t. She’s… she’s perfect.” His eyes started to glaze over, his thoughts taken over by you. “I have the best girlfriend. I mean… just look at her.” he hiccupped again, his words slurring slightly more. “Her smile, her lips… I love her lips. So… so… so kissable.”

Loki seemed disinterested as Bucky continued his love rant before interrupting, “She’s a wonderful girl, I’m sure. But not the best girlfriend. I have the best.”

Slamming a cup to the table, Bucky raised his voice, “NO! I do! My girlfriend is the most supportive, cutest lil’ doll to ever walk the earth.”

Oh shit, you thought, sitting back and deciding on not interfering with Y/BF/N.

She leaned over, whispering, “This ought to be good.”

Bucky had continued, ranting about the sparkle in your eye, when Loki had enough, interrupting Bucky yet again.

“OH, shut up!” he pulled himself up, leaning against the table to look bigger. “My girlfriend. She is a goddess. The sun hides its face in shame when she smiles, not worthy of shining down on her.”

At Loki’s new height, Bucky tried to match it, struggling to get off the chair, especially with you pulling him down by the arm. All he did was shake it off, whispering to you “No, no, I have to assert my dominance,”  before finally standing tall, but thought still swaying slightly.

Flatly, you shook your head, “You are an idiot, James.”

He smiled big in return, “Thank you, ma’am.” nodding politely to you, before turning back to Loki, gathering his thought.

You turned to Y/BF/N, a tired sigh leaving you, “This drunk fucker…” you groaned.

“As I was saying, sir, my girlfriend is better ‘cause with her, there’s not one minute where you won’t be smiling. Ever. She’s so sweet, so funny, and- and makes the cutest face when she gets worried. Her face goes-” as he tried to replicate the face, scrunching his eyebrows together, and pursing his lips. You burst out laughing at the adorable face, it was so cute on such a large drunk man.

He stopped and looked at you, like you were the moon, when he heard you laughing, a star struck look on his face when he realized he made you laugh himself.

Yes, all this bickering was slightly annoying, but drunk Bucky was one of your favorite Bucky's.

Before he could continue, Loki banged his head against the table dramatically. “Please. I don’t want to hear anything more about your gIrLfRiEnD…”

Bucky hiccupped again, louder this time. “You’re just… You’re just jealous! Y/BF/N is lame and you wish you had a girlfriend like mine.”

Loki’s face went white with anger, before he threw some bunched up napkins at Bucky, “HEY! That’s my WIFE you’re talking about!!”

You giggled as Y/BF/N had to explain to him that they weren’t married, that they only were dating. During that time, Bucky stopped paying attention, and was now drifting off in your lap. His eyes struggling to stay open.

When Loki responded with “Well, that’s ridiculous. Oh, I know. We’re just not married yet…” you actually snorted. Both the boys were completely gone by now.

Then Loki made a weird blinking face, until Y/BF/N asked, “Loki Laufeyson, did you just wink at me with both eyes?”

He giggled and nodded, while she threw her hands up. “That’s it. We’re going home.”

You looked down, and saw the heaping body of your sleeping boyfriend on your lap, and realized how hard this was going to be.

******  Morning of Rivalry Game

“Bucky!” you called out from the bathroom, hoping he could hear you from the bedroom.

“Yes doll?” his throat rumbled, still rough from sleep. You could hear his feet padding their way to the door frame where they stopped suddenly.

“Damn Y/N, you really know how to wake a man up.” he chuckled, admiring your body as you were leaning over the bathtub, in other a rather short bathrobe, your legs on full display, and your butt just creeping out.

Looking behind you, a smile came to your face as you saw Bucky’s hair, wild and crumbled from bed, “Look what I did!” you gestured to the bath, which was candle lit, with bubbles almost overflowing out of the tub, “I added epsom salt and oils for your game tonight!”

All he could do was look at you with love, his eyes conveying the gratitude he felt for you, “I love you so goddamn much.”

“And as I promised for your decent behavior on the date, which by the way, is most certainly debatable, you have earned a world famous massage from the one and the only Y/N!” you said with a wink, as you slipped the bathrobe off, and stepped into the tub, sitting to the side.

You relaxed as Bucky started to take off his T shirt, and sweats, but when he got to his boxers, he looked up and smirked, “Enjoying the little strip show, I see?”

Nodding enthusiastically, all he did was chuckle as he slipped the last article of clothing off, and stepped into the bath, laying down next to you.

An audible moan came from Bucky, his muscles were visibly becoming looser, less tense as his body hit the hot water. As soon as your fingertips touched his back, he slumped over and let you take control. Your hands went to work, finding little muscle knots all over his back, and neck, using your thumbs to slowly massage them away. Delicately, with your soft hands, you kneaded his muscles, humming unrecognizable tunes, as Bucky just swayed in the water, his hand caressing your leg, his finger tracing circles on it.

Even in steaming hot water, it caused a little shiver to rake your body. Bucky noticed, and smile, glad to know he still had such an affect on you.

By now, you had stopped massaging and was just lightly brushing your fingers over his skin.

“Babe” you mumbled, now giving his back little kisses, “I just want you to know I appreciate you immensely. I know I give you a hard time about behaving with Loki, but I see you trying and it means the world to me.”

He shifted slightly, turning his neck to see you fully. A grin was adorning his face, wrinkles forming at the creases of his blue eyes. “I’d do anything for you.” Bucky said simply.

The statement caused your heart to warm, and seeing the way the candlelight bounce off his features, the way the water droplets were sliding down his face, made you want to stay in this moment forever.

“I love you James Buchanan Barnes.”

Tilting his face down until his lips slightly brushed yours, he mumbled, “I love you too” and closed the distance, his lips molding to yours softly, and slowly.

Somehow, after hours of sitting, talking, listening to music in the bathtub, long after the water had gone cold, you dragged yourself away from Bucky, and told him to hurry and get dressed, that you would make in a real big winner's breakfast.

You were in your bathrobe and slippers as you were flipping the sizzling bacon as Bucky came in behind you, wrapping his warm arms around your stomach.

He hummed, constantly, nuzzling his face into your still wet hair, “That bacon smells so good, babe” just as his belly rumbled, causing you both the giggle at the timing.

Creating two plates of food, one big one for you, and a heaping, stacked plate for Bucky, you two settled on the couch to eat.

Usually, and this was no different, it let to small scale food fights, that resulted in you have bits of hash browns in your hair as you laughed against Bucky's chest, him holding you tight on top of him.

It was these moments that Bucky treasured. The calmness he knew could only originate from your soul. The only person known to him that a single touch could settle any nerves of his.

Laying on top of him, the food forgotten, you rested your chin on his chest, looking upward, admiring Bucky's face.

“Buck, are you nervous?” You asked, seeing the set of his jawline, indicating his pregame jitters, that would only come out on the most important games. They were always hardly noticeable, he aired himself in such a confident mood, but you were always able to pinpoint exactly what he was feeling and when.

“Aren't hiding it, well am I?” he chuckled, albeit nervously.

“Not to me,” you joked, “but this year it seems a little worse. What's got you so worked up?” as you slowly ran your fingers around his neck.

“Don't worry. It's just the game. Worried about losing again is all.” he answered, trying to cover how completely nervous he was with a reassuring smile. Only it wasn't the game that had Bucky's stomach in a ball of knots.

You arched an eyebrow, before nodding “Okay babe.” knowing that wasn't the extent, but knowing Bucky would tell you when he needed. “I know you'll do great today.”

With a peck on the lips, you pulled yourself off of him, slapping his chest lightly, “Now, Mr. Muscles, get your ass up and moving  so you won't be late for rivalry game.”

****** Couple Hours Later

A couple hours later, you found yourself in you seat, with Y/BF/N right next to you, watching the Frost Giants, and White Wolves warm up in the ice. Both of you had warm cups of hot chocolate between your gloved hands, sipping ever so often.

“Did Loki seem more nervous today compared to past games?”

Y/BF/N thought for a second, taking a sip, before responding, “Yeah he was, come to think of it. He was acting weird, hardly slept last night, then he said this game would change his life.” She chuckled a bit, as if she remembered something, “I know he’s an overall dramatic guy, but really? I mean won last year, so I don’t think this “life changing” game will be any different.”

You arched an eyebrow at her statement, “Hey now, don’t assume your man’s gonna win… my man will kick his butt” adding a wink to let her know it was all in fun and games.

You both giggled lightly, but looked up to see that Bucky had checked Loki lightly while they were still warming up, pushing him up against the glass with his elbow.

Y/BF/N turned to you, “Well, I don’t think our boys will be civil about it like us.”

“Nope. Not at all.” you said, as you prepared yourself for the next two hours of worrying. Bucky playing always had you on the edge of your seat, hockey was a dangerous sport, but this rivalry game always had more fights, more injuries. You were just hoping Bucky wouldn’t forget his mouthguard.

Finally the warm up period had ended, meaning the game would start soon. You shook your arms out, trying to shake off all the nervous vibes you had going on. All Y/BF/N did was laugh softly at you, getting ready for the puck to be dropped.

You were very happy with your seats. They were right smack dab in the center of the seating stadium, in between and above the two teams bench areas. They gave you both perfect views of you boys on the ice and on the bench.

Loki and Bucky both skated to the center both prepping for the puck to be dropped by the dropped.

With a throw of his hand, the referee let the puck drop to the ice, and in a mad rush of limb and wood, Bucky and Loki fought over control until Loki prevailed, gaining possession and quickly skating to forward.

Next to you, Y/BF/N cheered, “YES! Let’s go Loki!!” she shouted, pumping her fist in the air, proud of her boyfriend already.

A grin grew on your face, before you started to clap, “It’s okay boy, you can get it back! Let’s go, right here!”

So far, the teams looked extremely evenly matched. All the players had looked good from your point of view. Mostly though you just had your eyes on Bucky. Whenever he was on the ice, he grabbed all attention from you. It was in the way he skated so effortlessly, like it was second nature to him. How such a bulky, huge guy, could have such grace and precision on ice like that always amazed you.

There had been a couple shots at the net already, and every time, whether it was your net, or the Giants’, you held your breath, clenching the edge of your seat with your gloved hands.

After what seemed like 10 minutes of the Frost Giant’s on the offensive, getting shots at the net, the White Wolves goalie caught the puck.

You let out the breath you were holding, turning to Y/BF/N, “Oh man, this game already has my stomach in knots!”

“Yeah, same here,” she nodded, before tilting her head, “The amount of shots the Frost Giants have taken on your net  is insane. How have they not scored yet?!”

You giggled, before nodded you head toward the ice, where Bucky had just gained possession of the puck, “I don’t know, but let’s just see what Bucky is gonna do, shall we?” adding a wink, before turning back to the game, giving it your full attention.

Then you heard it. Two rows behind you someone was shit talking Loki. Glancing over at Y/BF/N, you saw her jaw was tight, like she was restraining herself. She most definitely heard it. And barely containing herself.

Turning around in your seat, before Y/BF/N would start throwing hands, you figured out who was talking, just some old guy who probably didn’t know shit, locked eyes with him.

With a glare you cleared your throat, gaining his attention, “Mister, how about you don’t talk about things you don’t know anything about.”

He looked surprised from the fact you called him out on his bullshit, but mostly was confused by your attire.

““Well-you-uh... why are you defending Laufeyson when you’re wearing a Barnes jersey? White Wolves can’t even get themselves any loyal fans, huh?””

Y/BF/N giggled next to you, realizing what the man had just said, and proceed to get himself into.

With a big smile, she said, “You know, being a dick won’t make yours any bigger.” His face grew in horror, before you continued the verbal assault.

All you did was smile wickedly, before clapping a hand on Y/BF/N’s shoulder. “Well, mister, you’re speaking with Bucky Barnes’s girlfriend, and this cutie right here is Loki Laufeyson girl. And if we can handle those two, we can sure as hell shove your overinflated heads back up your asses.!”

A look of horror appeared on the man’s face when he saw the Laufeyson jersey on Y/BF/N, before he nodded and looked away.

You settled back down in your seat, Y/BF/N just chuckling, “Good one Y/N. Way to scared the bejesus out of him. Thanks for jumping in there. I think I would have actually attacked them if you hadn’t.””

“You absolutely would have-”  you trailed off as fight broke off on the rink, drawing your attention back to the game. Thankfully, neither Bucky or Loki was a part of it, but you full on snorted when they both went for each other for their hugging buddy.

After years of watching all levels of hockey games, the hugging system would still get you laughing. Just the fact that the players not in the fight would partner up with the other team (to not accidentally gang up on someone in a group fight) by side hugging was hilarious.

So now, you and Y/BF/N were blessed to see Loki and Bucky side hugging as they watched their teammates fight.

Not able to hear, but you could see they were talking and smiling, probably jokes and banter, but it still warms your heart. They’re was still hope they may become better then enemies one day.

A couple minutes later, Y/BF/N blurts out, “I can’t believe what they were saying! Sorry, I don’t mean to bring it up again, but-but… UGH! Who could think something so rude? I mean, just look at him!” she continued, a look coming over her face, “Oof… just look at him… God damn, he’s a fine man.”

You snorted out loud, the look of her face hilariously lovestruck, “My goodness, you have it bad! Like when are you guys finally gonna get married?!” you joked about, a huge smile on your face, enjoying the moment.

“Oh, I don’t know… but i’m definitely ready. Just waiting on him, but if he’s not ready I can wait. I love him enough.” she said, a smile shining in her eyes.

You wiped a fake tear from your eye, “Wow, beautiful. What couple goals.”

“Ha!” she laughed, “Says the one who gives her boyfriend massages after every game. I couldn’t imagine, my hands would fall off from all that work!”

You both snickered, before returning back to the game.

Soon the time had run out, the loud bell ringing, signaling the end of the first period. Someone from Loki's team, all the way across the rink, hit the puck in one final shot, but the Wolves goalie caught it with ease, and all the players began to skate off of the ice.

Bucky, instead went the long way, skating a quick lap around the rink, to slid by you two real quick. Whipping his helmet off real quick, and a shake of his hair, he gave you his bright smile, sending a kiss to your way, and a wink to Y/BF/N before skating off laughing, when Y/BF/N sent a playful middle finger back.

After the break had ended, which was consumed by yours and Y/BF/N's mad dash to get new cups of hot cocoa, you were barely back in your seats when the puck was dropped again, beginning the second period.

Immediately you noticed a change in both teams. They had gotten antsy with neither team scoring and you could see it in their changes of attitude. Already there was more shoving and the amount of posturing you saw was crazy. Not even a minute in, and a fight had broken out. It was two other players, not Loki or Bucky, and you were thankful. If they had gotten this far without fighting, hopefully they could hold out longer.

There were a lot of more shots at the goal. Both goalies were working overtime, each having their share of close calls before just barely blocking or catching it.

The White Wolves had been on the side of the Frost Giants for a while now. They had been very aggressive and on the offensive. Suddenly Bucky had the puck and had a shot in line.

You screamed out “Take it Buck!” And with a sweeping motion, he swept his stick back and with a powerful thrust, hit the puck and sent it flying to the goal. It seemed to almost make it in before the goalie stuck an arm out blocking it from entry.

The puck fell to the floor before the goalie could gain a safe possession of it, and Rogers, a White Wolves player saw the opportunity and with a quick dunk of his stick, hit the puck in behind behind goalies leg.

You stood up, whooping and hollering as the White Wolves fans around you started to cheer as well. Y/BF/N clapped next to you, a smile on her face, albeit it was directed at Loki who had a pissed expression on his face. Bucky had raised his stick in the air before colliding with Rogers in a tight hug.

The Frost Giants all looked extremely angry, and when the game resumed you could tell. The players were getting even feistier, even more aggressive, and was putting the White Wolves on the defensive.

Even from your position you could tell players were starting to shit talk. At one point, it looked like Bucky said something to the Giant’s goalie, some Odinson guy, which knowing Bucky was some smart ass comment, and caused Loki to slid in front of Bucky, blocking his view of the goalie. He got all up in his personal space, posturing, and said something, before pushing him away.

Bucky just laughed and skate backwards, his ‘I don’t give a fuck’ energy radiating, and skated back to his side of the rink.

When some distance was between them, you let out the breath you were holding.

“Oh thank goodness they didn’t get into it!” you said, leaning over to Y/BF/N, who was just as tense as you were.

“Yeah, that could have been pretty bad!”

After the tense little moment was over, you noticed that Bucky and Loki were continuing to give little shoves and hits throughout the game. At one point Loki had slammed Bucky up against the wall in an attempt to gain possession of the puck away from Bucky. It was really getting heated between the two and set you legal shaking with nerves as the time started to run out for this period.

When there was about 15 seconds left in the 2nd period, Loki had stuck his stick out in front of Bucky causing him to slip and fall forward. Quickly he got up, and at the sight of him throwing off his helmet you knew that they were gonna fight. Really fight.

With Bucky getting up, Loki threw his hands up, “Finally! I was beginning to think you were scared of me”

“Let's fucking go, punk!” as he threw his stick to the side and skated forward throwing the first punch.

Both you and Y/BF/N tensed up, leaning forward with worried hands covering your faces in surprise. Bucky had knocked off Loki’s helmet with a flying fist, who face showing a shocked expression. Immediately he retaliated, pushing bucky backwards who had to scramble on his skates to not fall over. They continued to throw punches, both catching fists with their jaws.

You noticed how the rest of the teams all paired up, no one wanting to interfere with the unusually violent fight.

You hadn’t taken a breath since the fight had started, your eyes not straying from Bucky’s figure as he was throwing and receiving punches, you barely even registered the loud bell signaling the period had ended. The players slowly went to their team rooms, still watching the fight as the referees tried to break it up.

A gasp left you as Loki threw a undercut, that caught Bucky right in the chin that caused him to fall backward. Loki relented, and left him on the ice, as a he skated away, smirking proudly at his defeated opponent, watching the referee help Bucky up, his skates wobbly, and his face white in a grimace, but anger still completely evident. The ref helped him to the teamroom, Bucky having to draw support to not fall over.

As soon as he left your sight, you let out a small “oh my god”

Turning to Y/BF/N, you saw the same scared look in her face.

Before you could see anything else, Steve appeared on the ice, and came to your part of the rink.

He shouted over the plexiglass, “Y/N, Bucky’s hurt. He wants to see you, can you come to the team room?”

Wordlessly, you nodded, standing up. Turning to Y/BF/N, expressionlessly, you whispered, “I’ll be back in a bit.”

You made the trip to the team room door with toxic thoughts filling your head.

What if he injured himself so bad he can’t play anymore??

What if he got a concussion??

Shaking slightly, you took a settling breath, ready to put a reassuring smile on for Bucky, then opened the door to the team room.

The door crepted open as you slowly walked into the room. Immediately, you knew something was off, the entire White Wolves team was standing in a line, all looking forward, starring directed at you. Steve huge smile on his face, standing in the middle. And then, you saw Loki.

What the everloving fuck is he doing here?

He stood next to Steve with a his big classic smirk on his face. Slowly the two parted, revealing a kneeling Bucky behind them.

Still in his skates, he was on one knee, flashing his bright smile.

You gasped at his position, thoughts racing through your head.

“Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N. My love. My light. My everything.” A hand flew to your mouth in shock as small tears started to shine in his eyes.

“Since the moment we met, or should I say since the moment we had eye sex in the rink, I knew that you were the one meant for me. I fell in love with the way your lips shaped the ‘good lucks’ I got from you across the plexiglass. I fell love with the way you always had a cup of hot chocolate in your hand. I fell in love with your positivity, I could take the hardest fall and I knew you'd be right there for me cheering me on, shouting ‘get your ass up’. I fell in love with the way you would hold me like I was your world, the after game massages would relieve any stress from my shoulders instantly. I fell in love with the way you made me feel. I truly believe that you've made me a better hockey player, a better man. My life has changed…” he paused, emotions overcoming him before he cleared his throat and continued, “changed for the better with you in it, and I don't want don't spend another second of it without you. So Y/N Y/L/N, would you do me the greatest honor, and marry me? When he spoke those last words he pulled a black velvet box out of his pocket, and opened it you reveal a small golden band.

A sob came from your mouth, tears streaming down your face, but you still had the biggest smile ever. Shaking your head up and down, violently, you ran forward until you collided with him, holding him tightly.

“Yes, Bucky. Yes, I'll marry you!”

Cheers erupted from the team, Loki's clapping the loudest of them all.

Bucky swiftly pulled you to him, kissing you deeply stealing the engagement. Pulling away, he slowly slid off your glove from your hand. Delicately, and with his calloused fingers, he slid the plain gold band, onto your ring finger.

Slowly, he lowered his lips to your hand, softly kissing your ring and finger intimately. You both started into each other's eyes, wide smiles shining between the two.

“Wait, hold on just one second!” You exclaimed, “Was that fight fake or real?”

Loki laughed before interjecting “Your dear fiancé had planned the whole thing. We would get into a fake fight at the end of the period to get you reason to get in here so Bucky could do his thing.”

“Yup, and it worked out perfect” Bucky smiled, giving your cheeks another peck from his soft lips. “Just perfectly.” he whispered, staring at you in awe.

“Now, my dear fiance, the first thing we need to do as an engaged couple is help Loki propose to Y/BF/N.”

You squealed out with delight, looking between Loki and Bucky, wondering when they ever had gotten this close to do something like this, “I would be honored to!”

“Okay, then” he smirked excitedly, glancing up at Rogers and Laufeyson, “Here’s the plan…”

*****

Breathlessly, you rushed back to your seat, trying to tame the bright smile on your face.

“Hi!” you said to Y/BF/N as you fell into your seat.

“How is he?! Is he okay?” she asked, concern clear on her face.

“Oh, Bucky? He’s completely fine! Um, yeah, he’s good enough to play for the final period.”

“Oh that’s good! I’m so glad, I got really worried for him.” visibly relaxing, then added with a joking smile, “plus, I sent Loki an angry text saying he shouldn’t have done that.”

“Yeah, yeah he’s totally fine. He was just being a little baby about it!” you fibbed, excitement of what was to come coursing through you.

When the teams skated back onto the ice, you cheered, for both Bucky and Loki. And when they resumed playing, you could now see the playfulness that was between them. What you thought was aggression was playfulness, and what you thought was teasing was only jokes. Thankfully, for the rest of the period the two didn’t ‘fake’ fight again, but sadly Buck had to go check someone with his stick, shoving a Frost Giant player with both hands.

At the whistle, you knew that the ref saw it, and it a loud sound signaled that it was a penalty and that Bucky would have to go into the penalty box for a whole 2 minutes.

The thing was, the penalty box was just under you two seats, so when he entered it, he looked up to you, wiggling his eyebrows.

You mouthed the words, “Seriously? A foul?”

He grinned his perfect crooked grin, before mouthing back, “Yeah, I missed you!”

You giggled, blowing him a kiss, after making a little heart with your hands. He dramatically grabbed the blowed kiss from the air and clutched it to his chest.

You shook your head at his childlike manner, still grinning like an idiot, before you pointed to the rink, giving him a fake sternly look telling him to pay attention to his game.

He nodded, giving you one last wink before turning around and watching the game, counting down the seconds he still had in the box.

Now with the Frost Giants in a power play, where the White Wolves were down a player (due to Bucky’s foul) they had become a lot more aggressive, really pushing their offense. After a couple attempts at the goal, Loki had a perfect shot lined up. With a quick swing of his stick, he shot the puck into the upper left corner, getting it past the goalie with ease.

The crowd erupted with cheers, you clapping sadly, but Y/BF/N went crazy, standing up and whooping and hollering, yelling out Loki’s name.

Bucky looked back up to you, an embarrassed look on his face, knowing his penalty had helped the Frost Giants. You shook your head at him, right before his timer went off and he quickly skated back onto the ice.

Now with the game being tied up, the teams became defensive again. No one was letting anyone score. Both goalies were catching pucks like crazy. With the seconds dwindling down, the tension was rising exponentially.

With only about 10 second left of the tied game, the Frost Giants had possession of the puck, and Loki took a shot at the goal, but the goalie blocked it. Quickly, Wilson, a Wolves player swept the puck up and slide it over to the Wolves possession. In a blink of the eye, he passed it to Barnes and with a couple of powerful thrusts, Bucky skated down the rink charging the goalie one on one. In one of the luckiest shots you’ve ever seen, and with only 2 seconds left, Bucky hit the puck with all his might, and launched it past the goalie, the puck hitting the back of the net with a satisfying thunk.

The crowd all roared, the rink filling with noise as the bell rang, the game ending with a White Wolves victory. The team surrounded Bucky as he threw his hands up in triumph.

After the moment had ended, the stadium started to empty out.

Y/BF/N got up to follow the rest of the people, but you held her hand, pulling her back into the seat, “Wait, Y/BF/N. Bucky said he wanted me to stay here, and the boys would bring us to the team room so we could avoid all the people and traffic driving out of here.”

“Oh, okay?” she responded, sort of confused about the change in plans, but thankfully she didn’t question it any further.

After a few minutes, the boys appeared in the stadium, now out of their skates, an arm slung around each other, laughing about something. It made the two of you give a little awe. As they lead you to an opening in the gate, they led you into the team room.

You and Bucky pulled away from Y/BF/N and Loki, as he asked her if she wanted to skate for a little bit. After some hesitation, she nodded, and grabbed a pair of extra skates that Loki would always bring, slowly tying them up.

Bucky leaned over to you whispering, “Did she question it at all?”

“Nope, she was a tad confused but stayed.”

“Then good job, my sweet fiance. Now let’s give them their moment shall we?” he asked.

Glancing up at him through your eyelashes, a seductively smile flashed across your face, “And whatever shall we do in the meantime?” slowly you slid a hand up across his chest, your fingers creeping up to his bare neck, “I mean, you did just score the final point, right? I think I could let you score something else” you added, biting your lip slightly.

Bucky pulled you tight against him quickly, causing you to stumble lightly, before pressing your body flush against him. Eyes bright with happiness, he whispered in his deep rough voice, “Oh, I already scored the best fiance. I don’t need anything else.”

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Mom tryna tell me I gotta 'straighten out' my bf when I get one like I'm not a fucking therapist ma'am whomst the fuck do you think I am talking about that's what I'm here for miss meeeee miss meeeeee miss meeeeeee

[sk3tch404]

You're definitely right about me being absolutely unsupervised as kid on the internet 💀 bro I was THERE when wretched Scary maze and 2girls1cup thing was making it's rounds oof, 'twas a wild childhood. I vividly remember getting a JTK jumpscare thrown at me in the YT comment section at some point :,) but honestly... the Proxies man,,, core memory unlocked, I read so many creepypasta mansion x reader's on quotev it ain't even funny. THE QUIZZES TOO OMFG.

On another note, it's interesting how nowadays the JTK origin story creepypasta is universally agreed upon to be rlly bad and they talk about how it had bad grammar. The thing is, when I was at the very beginning of my CP phase, I didn't know shit about English, the only thing I had at hand were the translations of the most famous Pasta's and the translators rlly didn't fuck around when it came to grammar and localisation. I honestly think that if the translations hadn't been THAT good, I wouldn't have liked Jeff or the Pastas as much as I did, like these damned translations dragged me into the creepypasta fandom with no mercy. What also didn't help was the Yassification of every pasta in the form of fanart 😔 although some of them were still scary (I once saw a fanart of JTK, with the OG scary image face, smacked on top of an unreasonably well drawn feminine body in a skimpy bikini 💀💀). Honestly though, think I had crush on most Human-leaning creepypastas at some point. Not LJ though, lil me had a Clownphobia and this guy used to scare me shitless 🥲 good times, good times. The funniest thing about crushing on Hoodie and Masky for me though, was that I did not watch Marble Hornets until recently. My view on their personality was solely shaped by the fanfics I read on them agh :,)

Holy shit the edgy AMVs though- I was OBSESSED with them. They really shaped my music taste (linkin park & Melanie Marrinez my beloved <3) I still have some of them (the videos) in a playlist actually. Want a taste of what I was hyperfixating on when I was younger? lol

Also kinda funny how I'm stumped when I have to write essays at school but I can casually drop 200+ words whenever I send an ask too you, like I'm writing a long letter to a friend in ye olden times (Victor would be proud 😔✊)

-Ren'py anon

RENPY ANON ITS BECAUSE UR HAVING FUN!!!

I'm soooo glad I've found someone else who also played quotev quizzes and read those fics 😭 the quizzes were always fun, but it was always one of four. The seven minutes in heaven ;) , Which creepypasta is ur bf?, 24 hours with this character, and what does this character think about you?

WHOOO RENPY NONNIE the seven minutes in heaven quizzes I was taking when I was 10 were NO DAMN JOKE 😭

For most of these quizzes, they were also made my pre teens/teenagers, so the answers were always hella obvious and the characters were hella fanon 💀

I think I was on the internet when the scary maze thing was still a thing, but not as popular? Idk I didn't really care about it. But omg I didn't know what 2 girls and one cup was, and EVERYBODY was freaking out about it.

I looked all over YouTube until I could get a video more than 10 seconds long, and omfg I couldn't believe what my 11 year old eyes saw 💀💀💀 I didn't think it was real because NO WAY THEY WERE DOING THAT NASTY SHIT FR RIGHT???

Unfortunately it probably is real 😰

AND YES THOSE HOT AMVS AND FANART SOLD MEEEEEE

I really hated when people drew the original JTK's face onto normal or attractive stuff. It just killed the vibe for me fam :/

You know, there was always this one song and this one 'JTK tribute' video that I loved watching. It was just those picture slideshow videos, but it had the Super Crazy Psycho Love by Simon Curtis or something.

There was this one specific photo of Jeff with no shirt on. He had abs and was in a pool of blood.

... I was obessed with it. I loved it. I NEEDED IT.

I wasn't even into Jeff though? Like, my mans were LJ and Toby! Maybe Eyeless Jack or the painter guy every now and then, but those two were my favorites.

I vividly remmeber not wanting to be like those crazy Jeff stans and stuck to my own space. Idk why younger me wanted to be different so bad, but yk what good for me for not wanting to be into ultra toxic men.

Not me now though 😎

Idk why its it's such an iconic staple to my childhood and it's honestly a little embarrassing to talk about irl 😭

And yeah, the Jeff story is super flawed. I always thought it was stupid. I watched John Wolf buy and read a bad fanfiction book about Jeff and an OC. My personal taste and John's hatred for him was probably was why I didn't like Jeff in that way 😭

If you dont know who John Wolf is, he's a gaming youtuber :)

I too need to watch marble Hornets. In my pasta phase, I didnt really know them, but I just went along with it. Fanon hoodie was shy and nice, while fanon Masky was mature and calm.

Out of the two, I liked Hoodie more than Masky.

Toby is still my #1

I think it's because I used to tick most of the time when I was younger because my anxiety was so severe, and he was really friendly and loud about everything (I still tick, but not nearly as much thank god. That shit hurt fr)

I also heard they're still uploading? Just little snippets and short videos. It still sounds cool though.

AND OMG YES DROP THAT MF LINK. I didnt listen to Linkin Park, but I did listen to Melanie a whole lot!