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puffin-smoke · 5 months ago

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Two days ago y'all saw Duarte at their lowest. Duarte trying to fix a mistake they had made years ago and being met with a brick wall. So let's see what got them here. Let's talk about:

Natalie Rollins and the Worst Mistake Duarte Ever Made

please ignore my theatrical ass, i'm very excited :DD

Duarte first met Natalie a month into their hunting career. They were bright eyed and bushy tailed, earning the nickname Lightningbug at every turn. She'd only done a few successful hunts, and for half-bloods that had bounties worth as much as dirt, but she was trying to claw her way to notoriety nonetheless. And for that she needed one big job.

She strolled into the inn where notices and bounties were posted one evening. She knew there'd be a notice up for a newly spotted electric eel half-blood, who had supposedly been electrocuting any hunters who got close. Perfect for Duarte. But when she got up to the notice board there was no poster in sight. She looked over to the barkeep, who was in charge of putting up the posters each day.

"Where the hell's that new eel poster? You not put it up yet?"

"Already taken, kid." They didn't look up from the glass they were polishing. They gestured vaguely towards a table on the far side of the room. "You still want it, take it up with her. She snagged it the moment I put it up."

Duarte followed his hand towards the table. That was where Natalie was sitting. Duarte swore and a few patrons gave her the stink eye.

Natalie was a well established hunter. She'd been in this game since she was eighteen and had built up a rapport with the other hunters over the years. So naturally she wasn't the biggest fan of Duarte. She tended to have that effect on people.

Undeterred, or maybe just a bit stupid, Duarte walked up to her and took a seat, grinning. She propped her boots up on the table. Just play it cool.

Natalie gave her one annoyed look over her drink and that was it. No other acknowledgement that she was there.

"So, Nat! How's your evening been?"

"Firstly, don't call me that. Second, just cut to the chase, I know why your here." She sighed and pushed Duarte's feet off the table. "And the answer is no. This is my bounty, fair and square."

Duarte drops the smile. "Oh come on, this is a big job- you can't handle this! "

Bad move. Duarte knew that. Natalie scoffed. "And you can?"

"Course I can!" She replies, entirely earnest. She was a damn good hunter, who just needed some good luck. She slowly leans towards Natalie,trying to inconspicuously snatch the poster and make a run for it. Natalie moves it away, unimpressed.

"Go find something else, Lightningbug."

"You know I hate being called that."

"Then leave."

And so she did, grumbling and swearing the whole time. But she'd be back. Duarte knew that Natalie liked to plan out her hunts in detail, and thus she'd be back on that table to flesh out her plan. Duarte still had a chance.

It'd be simple. Turn up the charm, befriend the hunter and snag the case. Easy. She could be charming. Probably. Maybe she could just bug her into handing it over.

So she shows up the next day, finding Natalie at that same table, nose deep in a book with sea creatures etched into the cover. Duarte pushes the book down so she can meet her eyes, and grins. Natalie looks back at her, unimpressed.

"You're back. Why am I not suprised?"

"I'm here to see if you've thought anymore about my offer?"

Natalie nearly laughs. "Your "offer" was you insulting me and trying to order me about. Not very convincing."

The conversation doesn't go anywhere from there and eventually Duarte leaves.

The next day is alot of the same. Natalie had a new book that was somehow thicker than the last volume, and Duarte once trying her hand at either annoying or persuading the hunter.

"...so, if you're so intent on doing this job, then why haven't you already?"

"I'm not about to get myself fried by going in half-cocked." She gestures to a diagram in her book. A detailed map of all of an electric eels organs and what they do, how the electricity is discharged, with several handwritten notes peppered around it. "Everything has a weakness. "

Duarte cocks her head, still not entirely sees the point. "Couldn't you figure out that by actually going to fight the damn thing?"

"I could also die. Not intent on doing that any time soon."

"Hm. Not what I would do."

"I'm sure."

After a few days of this, Duarte shows up early, and takes a seat before Natalie can get the chance. Natalie arrives a half hour later, her arms filled with parchment and a new book, this one a very uniform teal. She surveys Duarte critically.

"You're in my spot."

"There's room next to me, if you'd like."

Natalie for a moment looks as though she's assessing if she could throw a book hard enough to kill Duarte. Seeming to decide that would be too messy, she dumps her books on the table and takes a seat. "Fine. Don't touch my stuff."

Duarte nods and grins. Natalie spreads her papers across the table, each one of them with more detailed diagrams that Duarte didn't understand. Might as well find out. "What's all this for? Find the weakness yet?"

She'd meant it mildly mockingly, but Natalie didn't seem to take it that way. Or maybe she just ignored it. She ignored alot of things Duarte said. "It's the electricity that's tripping me up... it'll make it harder for me to grab them, and knives are out of the question."

Their mind whirrs. "What about blunt force? One knock to the back of the head, they'll be out like a light."

Natalie nods, as though conceding a point to her. "Could work. It's getting close that's the problem; this thing releases electrical impulses, so the half-blood'll probably do something similar."

"Hm. So what's the plan?"

For the first time, Natalie looked confused, but quickly set her features back, that stern, unreachable expression. "Well, I'm going to have to find some kind of insulator." Her eyes go back to scanning the parchment, the book. "It can't be wood- that's too clunky, this guy'll probably be slippery. I need to be fast."

Duarte noticed the emphasis on certain words. It was fine. It was a reminder. She was getting to mixed up in the fast pace of the conversation. It had been nice, a break from the hostility she treated most hunters with. Duarte swallows and snipes. "That'll be a first for you then. Sure you can handle it?"

"Oh fuck off." Natalie bats them in the chest, playfully yet spiteful. "If I couldn't handle it I would've given the job over to you, Lightningbug."

Duarte was half tempted to hit her back, but lowered her hand. "There's still time for that."

The hunter laughs. It's short, restrained, but tunic. "Still no."

Duarte sinks down into their seat, defeated. "Fine." A thought crosses her mind. A solution maybe. "Would leather work?"

Its a throwaway thought. Just her thinking out loud, fully prepared to be shot down. But Natalie doesn't. Her face, at times, is easy to read and this is one of them. Her eyes widen for a split second, the corner of her lips cinch. She's fascinated. Suprised. "Shit."

"Shit?"

The hunter stands. Thoughts flicker behind her eyes, a mile a minute. Duarte can't help but watch them. Natalie begins to collect her things, dumping them into her bag at random. "No- shit- that could work. That might work- how the hell didn't I think of that?"

Duarte smirked and set their hands behind her head, lounging as much as her chair would allow her. "That's just what happens when you work with the-"

She stopped mid sentence when she realised that Natalie was already gone. "Oh." She sits there for the next twenty minutes, feeling too embarrassed for her liking, shame colouring her cheeks. She was gone, off to plan and read diagrams that Duarte didn't understand. Duarte didn't want to look into why she felt so annoyed with herself.

The next night Duarte sat alone at the bar. She'd checked the notice board a dozen times by now, searching for something to peak her interest. Nothing. So she sat alone, barely touching her drink, planning her next move.

That was when she felt a tap on her back. "You gonna sit there moping all night? We've got a job to do."

Natalie?

Duarte spun in her seat, whirling around to face her, almost falling off her seat in the process. She scrambled to regain her composure, but nothing could hide the surprise in her eyes. "The hell are you doing here?"

The hunter squints at her as though it were obvious. "Getting you." She throws what initially looks like a rag to Duarte. But she looks a little closer and it's anything but. It's essentially leather overalls, stitched together roughly, as though done with shaking hands. There's a mask and matching gloves in the pockets. "Now come on, this is a two person job."

Duarte shouldn't be sitting there slack-jawed but she is. Natalie, mildly concerned now, pokes her. "You suddenly not want this? I can always go to someone else-"

That gets her to stand up. "No!" She yells a little too loud. She cringes at herself. "I mean, no. We're splitting the reward right?"

"There you are, Lightningbug." The hunter laughs again, once more tight and short. The note of a song cut short. She sighs. "And no need to get ahead of yourself."

And with that she leads Duarte out of the tavern, and the hunt is on.

The pair throw the majority of their weapons into a bush: Duarte's harpoon, Natalie's crossbow, the combined sum of their knives. Anything that had metal. Their only weaponry was a finely carved wooden stake and a thick wooden club. They donned the outfits and began to stalk through the swamp. The plan, which Natalie explained in unsparing detail, was for Duarte to come at the half-blood from the front and Natalie from behind. Easy.

It didn't take long for them to find the half-blood, perched at the edge of a brook. Gills flexed and twitched as the half-blood drunk, webbed fingers let them catch more water in hand. Scales ran across their skin, dark and glittering. Duarte took one deep breath. She looked to Natalie, who nodded and continued onwards.

With that, Duarte smiled underneath the mask. This was going to be fun.

To summarise, the hunt went off without a hitch. Duarte had been annoyed that she had to be bait at first, but it had only taken a moment for her to fully sink into the role. While she came at the half-blood from the front, Natalie snuck up from behind. One hit from the bat and the half-blood was out like a light.

Duarte would eventually look back on this night and want to vomit. But that's neither here nor there.

For a moment the pair of hunters stood in silence, the quiet only interrupted by laboured breathing. Duarte was the first to speak. She grinned.

"Told you that you needed me."

Natalie rolls her eyes. "Don't get cocky." She nods towards the unconscious body. "Now, grab their legs. Let's get 'em to the arena."

And they do. The half-blood is disposed of, the reward is split. This was when Duarte had planned to leave. To go back to ignoring Natalie, to their own self imposed isolation. This was exactly what she needed, the big job. A big enough notch on her belt to give her the notoriety she deserved. She could go back to normal.

But she doesn't. She finds Natalie at that table the next day. And the next. It was a game to Duarte. Life was always a game to her.

"What's the point of this again? I'm pretty sure we could take this bozo on in our sleep."

"Mhm, and I don't want that sleep to last forever. So shut up, I'm tryna read."

Trading snipes and taunts came easy to Duarte, and even easier with Natalie. It was comforting. Exhilarating. But above all it was fascinating to learn more about her hunter. She'd previously seemed so untouchable, so above it all. A personality hidden behind intelligent blue eyes. Slowly that gruffness was stripped away, and Duarte could finally see what was underneath. The sparkle in her eyes when she has an idea. The way her jaw sets when she's frustrated. The way her laugh is like a silver bell.

"Fucking hell- someday I'm not gonna be around to save you, y'know that?."

"Oh, thank the divines, I can die in peace."

It was all a game to Duarte. A wonderful, fascinating game.

The first time she kissed Natalie was a game as well. And it had been fun. She'd thought about it for so long. Looking into her eyes from up close. Losing herself in them. Running her hands through her hair.

A game. Only a game.

It was a cold day in December. The windows were coated with a thin layer of frost, painting the outside world blurry and cold. But it was warm inside, it was safe. Duarte was staying with Natalie, who was renting out a room in town from some kind old lady. The two had just caught wind of a particularly interesting bounty; a hawk half-blood who'd recently escaped the arena. Some idiot had upped it's dose of Malesycthe and it had gotten loose. Right now they were running wild through the swamps, lost, confused, deranged.

Thus the two had gone to work immediately, books and files all spread across their bed with both hunter's perched on either side, looking for an insight. A weakness.

The two had been joking around, shooting the shit as they always did. It was normal. Duarte called Natalie a bookworm, Natalie called her a regular one. They did this everyday.

"oh my god- shit, I could get used to this."

That wasn't. That wasn't normal, that scared Duarte.

Duarte laughed. "The hell do you mean?"

There was a smile on Natalie's lips. "Just... this. You and me."

Duarte knew what came next. Those next three words. She could hear them.

And for some reason it fucking terrified her. The warmth suddenly felt choking, the safety like an iron grip. She couldn't do this. Natalie kept talking, kept smiling. It was beautiful but it was unknown.

"I just... I think this is the best it's ever gonna get for me. I-"

Duarte stood. "I- I've got to go."

Natalie's face fell. Some of that steeliness returned to her eyes, as though to fight off the shock that invaded them. "What? Why, did something-"

Duarte couldn't let her finish the sentence. "No. I mean yes. I can't do this- I have to go."

With that she turned on her heel and ran, sprinted. She didn't look back. She exploded down the stairs, almost tripping over her own feet. Where was she going? She didn't know. Just away.

It just made it all feel so real, so vivid. This was just supposed to be a game, a way to have fun and unwind, to propel her career forwards. It was just a game.

She still has the wanted poster in her hands. She must have grabbed it on her way out. She examines the crude drawing of the half-blood, the feathered skin, the beady eyes. She shrugs. "Might as well."

So she heads out later that night, harpoon in hand. She stalks through the woods, mildly lost, until she hears it. The shriek of a hawk, shrill and grating. It echoes through the night, silencing the chirping crickets and the whispering trees. The noise gets closer and closer, a scream, a war cry.

Duarte is knocked to the ground, talons raking across her skin. Her head hits the ground with a crack, and blood begins to run down her neck. She clambers to her feet, her vision for a moment blurry, gripping the harpoon in her hands.

The figure standing before her is bigger than anything the poster could have depicted. Feathers are draped from its arms, dirt and blood ridden. Talons like knives, gleaming in the moonlight, shimmering in the darkness. Long and slender. Its eyes were wild, bloodshot, its pupils pinpricks.

Staring right at Duarte.

Crap.

For a moment the two circled each other, a stalemate. The half-blood's mouth was foaming, drool hanging from it's jagged teeth. It's fists clench, it shifts onto it's back legs, rearing up to pounce. To lunge. A voice cuts through the tension.

"Oh shit- Duarte, you fucking idiot-"

Natalie. She runs in from the woods, crossbow in hand. With shaking hands she loads a bolt into the bow, movements somehow still precise and sharp. She-

The half-blood turns from Duarte to Natalie and lunges. It throws her to the ground, knocking her crossbow across the grass, out of arms reach. She desperately tries to throw the beast off of her, kicking, slapping, biting, screaming. It's no use. It's frenzied eyes have no mercy in them.

A bloodcurdling scream rings out across the swamps. Blood is splattered across the grass, dying it a deep crimson. Blood flows from the wound in Natalie's throat like water. A choking noise replaces the scream.

All Duarte can do is stand there. Frozen. Watching.

The half-blood looks up from its meal and turns to Duarte for a split second. It's eyes a threat. A promise.

Duarte doesn't know much but she knows she doesn't want to be next. So she runs. She runs and runs until she's back in town and can regret it.

But her mind hides regret and shame with a blanket of embarrassment and fear. A mound of what ifs. Justifications for what happened, for what she did. Her mind was good at that, always doubling down and convincing her she was in the right.

Natalie survives the attack; she managed to grab one of her knives from her boot and force the half-blood off that way. She ran home, hand plastered against her neck, desperately trying to staunch the bleeding. By the time she got back to town, all she could do was collapse onto pavement into a pool of her own blood. Someone was kind enough to help her, and smart enough to know healing magic. So Natalie survived. She couldn't speak for six months, couldn't hunt for eight, but she survived.

Still Duarte never spoke to her again.

Something within her didn't see the point; everything had worked out in the end. Natalie was alive, the half-blood was dead, and Duarte was back to doing what they were good at. Rushing into hunts the moment she could. It was efficiency. She never got a chance to speak to Natalie, and it seemed she didn't want to be spoken to. Every time the pair's eyes met, Natalie looked away, something sad washing through her eyes. Maybe some of the embarrassment Duarte herself held.

Eventually she quit hunting for good and moved away. Duarte never saw her eyes again but dreamt of them constantly, an anchor in the wave of reasoning in her mind. A true north.

But it was just a game to Duarte Cardoza. One she would never change her strategy for.

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And that's it! That's why Natalie hates Duarte, and slapped her in the face. Same girl, same.

Here's the letter Duarte sent her, the one that she mentioned in the scenario post.

Dear To Natalie Rollins

I know this letter will probably come as a shock to you, and maybe an annoyance. But I need to talk to you.

I know I don't have the right to ask anything of you after how things ended and how I acted, but could we please talk? I need to know if you could ever forgive me for what I let happen. Please

From, Duarte Cardoza

She rewrote that letter twenty times.

#so uhh yeah Duarte's type is grumpy fuckwads but nobody tell her that you will be mauled #also no this is not a day late whatareyoutalkingabout #bug army #the bug army #gator boys #obsidian lantern #might post another thing later #who knows #i certainly don't

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rhapsoddity · 2 years ago

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some anons can be so mean and for what bro- i personally am so excited for the zine i cant wait to see what y'all do with it :DD

FR FR

Thabkyou for the support! <3

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traumxrei-archive · 2 years ago

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twst anniversary coming soon !! i can't believe it's almost been a year since twst has been out *sniffs* it's gone by so fast :')))) but i just read the website for more details on the anniv and some things i'm excited for are:

330 gems total from the login bonus (including our daily logins sadly)

GRIM SR CARD !!! (i was there for first anniv of twst jp, so i already knew about it but i'm still excited wahhh)

stamp missions >:DD (that means keys n resources woo)

MORE boosted lesson rewards (much needed, i just got riddle to spell level 9-10, so i am out of fire grimoires n textbooks)

first anniversary showcase (apparently they have both dorm cards + any birthday cards that have been released so far in the pool ?)

72-hour only SSR guaranteed showcase (a tenfold summon with an SSR guaranteed ? sign me tf up !!)

everything's set to start on the 11th so make sure y'all already finished reading the new year event ^^

#/trau rambles #still dk if i should pull on the banner #thonking #i do have a handful of event cards i wanna grab #not to mention if club cards come to en.....#twisted wonderland

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crow-talks-hockey · 2 years ago

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i am currently ignoring the flatness of the skills competitions because of how asg was laid out (aka bad competition spacing and ads being too long and too often) and im instead obsessing over my boys 🥰🥰🥰

here's a list of things i loved

MISTA SVECHNIKOV WON FASTEST SKATER LIKE I PREDICTED THATS SUCH A SLAY

sid got dunked 👀

829 GOAL HLFDJJDFHLGKF

mikko and cale being absolute beasts at the splash shot challenge

nate being called sid's kid

mini ovi 🫶

mitch marner. that's it. that's the thing.

matthew tkachuk being swag during the breakaway challenge (fr tho how did he not at least get the same score as sid and ovi???)

naz beating so called "mcjesus" at accuracy shooting because he's just a king like that

and the list goes on, except it's all the little detailed things so i won't bother y'all with mentioning them lol

excited for games tomorrow :DD

#asg lb #asg 2023 #nhl all star 2023 #sidney crosby #andrei svechnikov #cale makar #nathan mackinnon #mikko rantanen #nazem kadri #mitch marner #matthew tkachuk #colorado avalanche #pittsburgh penguins #carolina hurricanes

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sunmoonjune · 2 years ago

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okay first i have read your satosugu fics and the pacific rim fic one you’re so RIGHT I CAN SEE THE SIMILARITIES esp with yizhi and suguro also with how they seem so gentle and kind n smiley but when it comes to the ones they love they’re on it to jump whoever is threatening them!!

(also i’ve realised as anon i’ve said it a lot but not as 📚 anon so i have to mentioned i am literally IN LOVE with your writing you’re so talented and amazing and spectacular seriously!!)

second for the hozier nfwb i can definitely see wooyoung as one of them that would probably protect her but also i feel like in the slight future jongho would because he seems more of an acts of service person and he would consider going cray cray protectay for anyone who thinks about hurting bug

and also lowkey i can just imagine as she mostly works defensively rather than offense wooyoung would protect her from the injured eye side and they’d like work together in battle and understand each other v v well because they’ve already picked up on each others habits while fighting so they know what to cover from the other persons weakness

- 📚 (ALSO also i just finished iron widow by accident i was just gonna read like a few more chapters then i see the acknowledgments…? it finished so quick?? was a good read though!)

yes haha!! I absolutely wrote gods and monsters after reading half of iron widow xD I was just so into the universe that I couldn't help it,, I needed my own satosugu au hehe :3 and I'm weak for the seemingly sweet and gentle characters that are secretly pretty dark and protective of the ones they love <3 suguru is a little more silly than yizhi I think since he and satoru are pretty much menaces but I still think they're pretty similar xD

(also thank you so much omg <33 I'm so glad you like my fics,, it means the world :')) )

and yes yes!! I absolutely think wooyoung fits 'nothing fucks with my baby,' like first for seonghwa in the beginning, and soon for bug ;D (I mean y'all are gonna see in the next chapter if he really fits the lyrics I guess hehehehe >:DD <- that's me laughing maniacally)

but oooooo I hadn't considered jongho before but that totally makes sense,, he's def an acts of service person, and I think he absolutely would go off the rails if someone hurt bug or atz (and we will see more of jongho and his love languages in the future too, we'll hit a jongho centric chapter soon ;) )

NOO STOP I'LL CRY :')) woobug fighting together absolutely happens like that,, woo def covers bug's blindside and makes sure she doesn't get hit there - she fights defensively, and I think at first woo will cover for her in terms of offense, but I also think he wants to teach her how to protect herself :') he knows partially how she feels and wants her to be able to know that she can fight for herself (and for others) when she needs -- they def understand each other in battle very well (and we'll see more of that soon too hehe)

I'm dropping so many spoilers here omg xD

(I have a few chapters left of iron widow!! I'm very excited to finish, but I'm also dreading it because I love it so much :') I've never found an actual healthy polyamorous relationship where everyone is actually in love with each other in books before so I am savoring them while I can :')) -- the closest I ever got to poly couples was the infernal devices trilogy by Cassandra Clare,, I desperately wanted will, Jem and Tessa to all be together </3 )

#moonie speaks #gods and monsters #like the moon #moonie's anons #moonie's 📚 anon #like the moon spoilers

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after-nine-at-the-oasis · 1 year ago

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OKAY SO it may be almost two hours past midnight for me and it may be season 4 in 2 minutes BUT I am going to make this post lol. So, it's time for HSMTMTS Appreciation Week Day Four: Favorite Episode/Season!

Honestly I don't think I have one of either xD

I love all the episodes, and most of the time when someone asks me for my favorite of something (like books or movies) I just go with the one that has the most rewatch/reread quality/potential. So, some of these episodes may just be the ones I watch the most lol.

Each season has their pros and cons for me, but I will say I think I enjoy season 2 more than most people! The ending isn't amazing, sure, but it has some really great music, ship moments, acting, and Wildcat family moments :).

Season 1, they're not all family for a little while, and we don't have as much development on some of the others, nor most of the ships. But it's also fun that it's the most grounded season lol, and it just has a special charm. Also, it really focuses on the musical lol!

And season 3, obviously I miss Seb, Big Red, Mr. Mazzara, and half Nini and Ms. Jen from it :). And sometimes the drama is a lot, but at the same time, there's so many cute and fun moments, it is absolutely HILARIOUS, and the change of setting is super cool :). Since I'm a multi shipper, it's also a con for Portwell and a pro for Rina lol xD.

Anyway! Now, a few of my favorite episodes :).

Season 2 Episode 5: is this one a surprise even xD. I love Seblos, I love the Wildcats, and I love great music! What more could you ask for? Also, it's just so sweet that they'd throw a big party for one of their friends like that :'). And it's especially cool seeing Carlos be appreciated <3. Plus, it gave us "I never learned how to lie", so you know xDD.

Season 2 Episode 10: LISTEN. Again, is it partly because of Seblos lol? . . Sh xD. But seriously, it's great Seblos drama, the music is once again amazing, and I LOVE the sleepovers :D!! The recipe for my favorite episodes is really just Seblos, Music, Wildcats xD. Lol. But seriously, it's such a good episode <3.

Season 1 Episode 6: Maybe it's just because it hits home, which is weird because that makes it bittersweet, but I love this episode. It's really focused more on them being a family than any of the ships (which is interesting and a nice change of pace :) ) and it has some great music! Plus, the photoshoot lol. And of course, a few Seblos moments, and some lovely Carlos angst xD. Justice for the Seblos deleted scenes ��😔. Lol, but yeah, I love this episode <3.

Season 1 Episode 7: Again, my Wildcats xD. I was hesitating to put this on here because the end hurts me so much, but it's just too good :). We have Carlos inviting everyone to someone else's house (for the first time, I think, lol), Ricky and Nini being chill for a bit, Gina being adorable, and the start of Redlyn 👀. Lol, remember when one of the half jokingly proposed ship names was Big Rashlyn xD? Bring it baaaack lol, we deserve it. In a good way, not as punishment xD. Anyway! The real star of the show this episode, though, is of course the party :). We love the Wildcats being family, and I seriously love them all so much <3. And again, Seblos moment lol. The music is good this episode (I adore Out of The Old), but there's not too much of it lol, so I forgot to mention it and came back here after the next paragraph xD.

Season 3 Episode 7: LISTENNN. Once again, I can do anything I want xD. I think I said that earlier, or maybe in one of the other posts, but nonetheless lol. I say it a lot regarding things like this lol. Anyway! Obviously, SEBBB!!! HE RETURNS TO ME :'DDD!! But we also have Ricky's bucket list (ADORABLE) and everyone's ICONIC outfits :D. So sorry to Portwell though :( xd. That does hurt throughout the episode lol. Oh, and of course we have the iconic welcoming of Ashlyn to the community :'). And Wouldn't Change a Thing!!! Such a slay :D. Honestly though, I love the ending, like, after the dance. I don't know if I love it more than the prom itself, but seeing the guys come together and support each other, and the same for the girls, with a BOPPING song in the background? Amazing :'D. And, of course lol, Seblos moments <3. And the second Seblos kiss!! I love them so much :). And, like I said, amazing music!!

Season 3 Episode 5: This one is just so hilarious xD. I had to include it lol. Plus, :O drama a bleeped out curse on HSMTMTS!! We don't get many so that's a slay for being unique xD. Also yes, Carlos totally deserves it 😌😤. Like, to get one lol. Just like Natalie, lol. Anyway!! Yeah, this is so funny xD. It also has great music!! The drama hurts, of course, but we love the little moments of supporting each other xd. And again, I just have to mention how FUNNY it is, those moments xD. Plus, the fact that it's all (well, yk. Mostly xD) a plot is amazing lol. I just love this episode lol.

So yeah!! I think that'll do it for today :). I probably won't be on Season 4 for a bit tomorrow, as in it'll take me a little while lol. I still need to finish my rewatch xD. But, I will watch it!!! And I'm so excited :)) 🥰.

#hsmtmts #oasis's hsmtmts chatter #high school musical the musical the series #hsmtmtsnet #hsmtmtsweek23 #seblos #unfortunately I never got around to writing that seblos fic lol #I wanted to write it before season 4 came out so I'd have written one during the run of the show like I wanted but alas lolz #I wrote drabbles a couple years ago but yk #anyway!!#I will still write it :D #maybe even during the rest of my rewatch so it's still kinda pre season 4 :))!!#anyway 🥰🥰#I AM SO EXCITED!!!#I'll see y'all all tomrrow :DD #(shhh it's not 2:20 am)#this has been a great journey :'))#this week and this entire fandom experience over the years #thank you all so much <33 #see you on the other side :')#(you'll probably see me several times before the other side lol)#I love you all :DDD ❤️❤️❤️❤️!!!!#byeeee :))) 🥰🥰🥰🥰 <333!!!!

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samsspambox · 2 years ago

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Ooh I'm curious about the untitled artem fic! Would you mind elaborating on it (no spoilers of course)? Wishing you well with writing whatever's on your WIP list :DD

oF COURSE I WILL GO ON ABOUT MY WIPS!!

the artem one has like,, three paragraphs, a vague idea, and a dream tbh LMAO

the vague point of the fic is artem noticing celestine seems in the dumps (you know, bc sometimes relationships aren't sunshine and rainbows) and wants to figure out why but won't ask celestine bc they're not that close yet but artem still cares (a little too deeply tbh). so he gets neil and they both do some investigating!

tbh this is a fic where i get to write artem giving the shovel talk and it's (hopefully) gonna be full of comedy bits hehehe

the one im (and by extension, you LMAO) most excited abt and have been writing recently is the kiki/vincent one! it was supposed to be a short one shot but now it's sitting at 5k (...last i checked) and i'm heavily considering adding a skin to it! but im also not exactly happy with the way it's going so i might rewrite the bits. the segue that leads to the the messages isn't the strongest imo so drawing board it is!

or! the other option is re-writing it without the secondary enemies to lovers arc (yes y'all, i am ambitious about this fic bc this ship is sO CUTE AAA) and just having it be a meet-cute with marius still as the catalyst :D

thank you for asking <3

#galena asks #sam answers #WIP Games!#KIKI/VINCENT IS THE SHIP IM WILLING TO GO DOWN IN #me 🤝 you : captains of the ship

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schrijverr · 2 years ago

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Wip game: stand, blow, broken, whisper :D

Oehh hii! Thanks so much for the ask <3

"He stands there and lets Robin hold her, basking in the comforts of her best friend and soulmate in these confusing times." -> this is next chapter for Stevie!

"The harsh light does nothing to soften the injuries. In fact, Eddie can now see that his Scoops Ahoy uniform is covered in blood and puke and his eyes are unnaturally blown." -> sneaky preview into chapter 7 of Flirting at the Mall (if you know the show, you can probably guess what this is related to)

"It’s a nice atmosphere that hangs over the table. This group has been through a lot together and it has built an unbroken bond." -> this is also next chapter Life Is Ours, We Live It Our Way and I think y'all will be excited if you knew why this sentence is here ;p

"“You are my hero,” Robin whispers, her eyes big with awe and Stevie quickly nods her agreement as Eddie snorts: “You get it, Robbie.”" -> again next chapter for Life Is Ours, We Live It Our Way and I fucking love the scene this is from!!!

I hope y'all are as excited as I am about what's coming, bc truly these two fics I'm uploading right now are ones I'm very proud of ngl :DD

#rr ask #so much is gonna happen for Stevie and the gan #g #and im awksjdflg;hld #plus that one sentence from Flirting at the Mall #that is the scene I started writing the fic for!#it's a little heartbreaking nglll people #prepare for the angstttt

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chariaki · 2 years ago

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Boop boop

- Haikyuu headcanons!!! {fluff!!}

Osamu Miya

Clingy af.

Back hugs💕💕

You would be reading your book as you're seated on his lap while he hugs you from behind, his chin resting cozily on your shoulder as he glances at the book you're reading.

Of course Osamu cooks delicious meals!! While cooking you would also hug him from behind as you praise his chef skills. You of course are his protégé and his assistant in the kitchen, handing him the ingredients and utensils he needs, while also giving mental support for his recipies~

And when both of you are bored you always have lots of activities you can choose from!! Such as picnics in the park, playing in the playground while elders give you both odd looks bc of your child likenesses 🙉, even trips domestically and internationally!! Both of you are cute travel buddies~

Midnight drives with you guys' playlists playing and packed onigiris and chips and biscuits ! Just randomly driving wherever the wind takes yall.

I feel like y'all as a couole stereotype would be like, when outside wandering around, you'd be the cute, goofy and cheeky gal and osamu would look a lil bit intimidating, especially to boys who steal glances at you, but ofc he is a big soft and cuddly baby when it comes to just the 2 of you ><

Boopable face. Like literally sometimes you would wake up earlier than him and youd see him cuddling you tightly on your side, his head sweetly placed on your chest, arms dangling on your tummy. You boop his cute nose. Ruffle his messy bed hair and soothe his lips and cheeks, stealing pinches hehe.

Nishinoya Yuu

ACKKKKKK LEMME JUST-

THIS ADORABLE LIL 2D BEING 😭

"Y/n-chan!!!!" I can hear him say that always. Especially when he's super duper excited(as always too), with like the food you cook him, trips together- just the two of you. Always. Forever💕

His pouty face that reveals his chubby cheeks (squishable af.) when you dont give hime his attention ☹️. Like why would you not give him your undivided attention ? 😡😡😡

He also loves to you to double dates with his best pal tanaka and his wife kiyoko!!! The four of y'all are best buddies and are there for each other when one of you get into a couple fight.

I can also imagine tanaka and nishinoya having tons of convos to each other just all about simping for each other's lovers, tanaka would be so energetic and red and scream at tanaka about how beautiful kiyoko is in and out and Nish would be all excited and have these sparkling eyes and scream back at tanaka, talking all about how nishi finds yoy so attractive.

Loves to drag you into practicing his volleyball skills with him, so he can polish them and also flex them to you :DD

You guys always have fun together and hype each other up, but of course in every relationship, you not only share the good moments but also go through the hard ones--together. It you and him against the problem. Always.

He brightens you up, you're damn sure he is your light. Becahse obviously, he makes everything better and guides in darkness. But for him, he thinks that without you anymore, he wouldn't even bother or be the light he is everytime he is with you.

Because that's what a relationship is, give and take. It is never give or take. There's a huge difference. And i- as your narrator and/or author is proud to say that you both understand that.

Welp that's it fellas. Thank you for taking yoyr precious time to read me and my post. If you have requests you can always tell me, and I'm sorry for taking such a long break from all this 😓, came back and i still am not quite sure how tumblr works yet heheheeh

BUT, y'all better better stay healthy and safe.

💕🌼 With love and comfort,

Chariaki.

#haikyuu x yn #haikyuu fluff #nishinoya yū #osamu headcanons #nishinoya scenarios #nishinoya x you #osamu x y/n #osamu x you #nishinoya headcanons #nishinoya imagine #haikyuu imagines

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thebomb-thebird-andtheburntbitch · 3 years ago

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Breaking in the Booze

kiribaku / f.reader

genre: aged-up/prohero au, fluff, how much more domestic can we get

warning(s): drinking (obviously), bakugou+y/n are moving by themselves so kirishima can work (he feels kinda bad), they all share a bath but its super sweet :DD (so what- brief mentions of nudity?)

w.count: 4k

synopsis: it took a long hard time, but finally you, katsuki and eijirou were finally moving into a house you all three just bought. moving day it hectic, but so worth it. kaminari sends booze home with kirishima as a congratulatory gift- so why wouldn't they drink it?

a/n: this is technically a sequel to Forgetful Fuckin' Drunk, but it can be read as a stand alone fic! this time, kirishima's the one getting drunk hehe

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If you had to explain to anyone what it felt like inside of a moving truck packed full with furniture and boxes in the middle of summer, you'd just tell them hell would feel better.

Moving was exciting, you wouldn't want anyone to think it wasn't. It was just much less exciting and much more sweaty in the summer heat. Trying to get an early start wasn't much help either since the sun was already barreling down and producing sweltering heat by 8 am.

"Holy shit," Katsuki groaned, rolling up the short cut sleeves of his gym tee- the fabric already irritating him. Thankfully, when you three loaded this truck, it was evening of the previous day- so all y'all had to do was drive to the new house and unpack. Problem was, Eijirou was called into the agency by Fatgum- since he still worked there until Katsuki and him could work up an agency of their own.

You weren't a prohero, but you were a graduated and decently known support technician for heroes. You currently worked along with Hatsume, a fellow UA graduate who always had some sort of gear or idea cooking up.

Of course, when Ground Zero and Red Riot get their agency dream off the ground, they've already set aside a plan for a workshop and office space for you because there was no way they were going go go independent without you.

That all being said, that left Katsuki and you to handle everything on your own. Eijirou tried to tell Fat that today wasn't exactly ideal, but Katsuki and you pushed him to work- you two could handle it.... somehow.

"Okay babe," Katsuki, huffed again. The tail end of the truck was packed with all the larger furniture and first off the chopping block was the two piece living room set Katsuki and Eijirou bought back in their previous apartment that consisted of a three section couch and two section love seat. That couch was going to be item number one off the truck. "This mother is heavy as shit," he told you standing on one end of the three cushion couch. "Think you're gonna be able to handle it?" For once, his tone wasn't teasing or challenging when it came to a situation of strength.

You thought him and Eijirou were going to pop a blood vessel just loading this thing up yesterday, so to say you were a little nervous was an understatement. It wasn't like you were all that weak, in fact you were toned in your own ways; but you weren't at your boyfriends' strength levels either. You knew this was going to suck just as much as Katsuki did.

"Well," you huff, touching around the couch and it's arms to see where the best place to grab on to was, "I don't think we really have a choice, now do we?"

After a little bit of tips, like the obvious of lifting with your legs not your back he also advised you to absolutely tell him if your grip is slipping because he will immediately drop the couch off the truck if it's too much to handle. Eijirou's bank account be damned (he'd understand).

So, after double checking that the metal ramp you hand pushed up against the truck's dock was secure and wouldn't slip and cause your sudden and immediate doom by being crushed, you and Katsuki heaved.

Your forearms burned as your fingers were so tightly fisted where they grasped on the fabric you thought they'd break off. You shuffled backward as carefully as you could down the ramp, regretting that you decided to go first at all. Katsuki was huffing and suffering just as much as you were. His eye flicked from keeping the couch upright to looking down at you to make sure you weren't going to slip and fall; all while making sure he wasn't pushing or moving too quickly to make you stumble.

If you so much as slipped, he would pull that couch back and fling it away himself with an explosion. It may be heavy, but it wasn't indestructible.

"Fuck- you- shiiit- you okay?!" he grunted in harsh stutters. You didn't speak back to him, too afraid that if you did your concentration would be broken and you'd be done for.

Somehow, you both shuffled your way to the pavement and safely off the metal ramp uncrushed. You dropped the couch in sync with the blond. You nearly collapsed as your arms screamed and tried not to think about the fact that you still have to carry it inside.

Katsuki flopped over the arm as he cursed under his breath like all the words his mama ever taught him were mature ones.

"Well," you huff, "at least it's down. Half way there?" You tried to reason. Katsuki just lifted his head and gave you the most deadpan look.

"You have got to be joking."

You bark out a laugh before he cracked a smile. Rolling his eyes he straightens back out before rolling his shoulders.

"Fuck this couch- we'll do it last. For now, lets just unload the smaller shit." The wristwatch he wore showing him the early hour. "Hell, if we have to, we'll leave the damn thing outside for Ei to bring in later. He's jacked enough to lift it himself."

"Now, you know that's not true. I saw you guys struggling with it yesterday."

"You didn't see anything."

"Ah, right," you playfully tap your forehead. "I forgot that I went temporarily blind when you guys were loading the truck up. I must have been hallucinating."

"You are insufferable."

"Well, I guess I'll just have to sleep in my own separate room then, huh?"

"I think the fuck not!" He cried as you barked out another laugh at him. The rest of the morning went by smoothly, aside from the awkward struggles of dressers, tables or dining chairs. Bringing box by box inside and into the rooms they were labeled for, soon the inside of your new house was stacked high with boxes.

It felt like you were inside a giant playhouse with stacking blocks and the thought made you chuckle as you watched Katsuki trip over the same small box he kept over looking for the third time in a row.

It was around 3 in the afternoon when you and Katsuki decided that working hour after hour with only minor breaks was called for an actual break. Slumped against the outside wall just next to the front door with his legs extended out, he groaned.

"This is taking longer than I thought."

You nudged him with your foot as you offered him a glass you had dug out of one of the kitchen boxes filled with water. "Blame Eijirou- he has a hard time throwing anything away. Sip, don't gulp," you advised as you noticed him taking long drinks that would definitely make him puke after all his moving around all day in this heat.

After your break and a few sipped on glasses of water, you were back at it again. All the boxes and furniture had been carried inside- although not all in it's proper place yet. Well, all furniture accept for that damn couch. Katsuki didn't want you straining like before, so he was going to wait for Eijirou, even if he didn't get home until midnight- it was staying the fuck outside.

It was evening when Eijirou finally came back home. Decked in a pair of swears with a two red gears on the right pocket and a stained, white t-shirt. He also had his duffle on his hip filled with his hero gear.

"I'm back guys!" He felt all giddy seeing the once empty halls and rooms lined with furniture and boxes. He felt even more giddy hearing you and Katsuki welcome him back home as you rummaged around in boxes looking for whatever.

"About time," Katsuki huffed. "Come help me carry in that damn couch," he instructed. Eijirou dropped his duffle which you quickly took and relocated so the boys wouldn't trip on it.

"I saw it sitting in the driveway. Couldn't get it inside, huh?"

"What? No, I didn't want y/n to lift that heavy piece of shit again. Nearly crushed her this morning."

"Crushed?!"

"No! It did not," you immediately deescalated. "It was just heavy and awkward. I was fine." You crossed your arms and cocked your hip to one side as you knew Katsuki's turned back hid the smirk on his face.

The two of them went out and you could hear their grunts and groans of the heavy piece of comfort. You decided to quickly kick boxes out of the way and create a clear path they could travel. Snatching Eijirou's duffle back into your arms, you hear a few things inside clink.

They didn't sound like the thick, metal gears he wore around his shoulders for protection and support- but instead sounded delicate like glass.

Unzipping the back as you set it delicately on the table in the kitchen. you pulled out two large bottles of liquor. You held the necks of both in either hand, looking at them quizzically.

You were soon brought back to reality when you hear a small thud followed by relieved moans. Coming back to the living room, Katsuki was bent backward, his hands on his lower back between his spine trying to relieve any aches. Eijirou was bent over, hands on the couch arm huffing. You scoffed at them in good faith as you lightly clinked the liquor bottles together.

The two both looked at you, Katsuki straightening his stance and Eijirou looking over his shoulder.

"The hell did you get those from?" Katsuki asked, not remembering having them in any cabinets that were loaded up.

"Eijirou's duffle. You're not drinking on the job are you?" You tease since the bottles weren't even open yet. He chuckled as he stood up and walked over to you, taking one bottle from your hand and reading the label.

"Oh, definitely. Nothing like a drunk Red Riot out to save innocent civilians," he chuckles playing along before he quickly dismisses the joke. "Nah. Pretty sure Fat would throw me out a window if I did that. Amajiki might actually raise his voice at me too. No, this is from Kaminari."

"Kaminari?"

"When did Dunce Face have the time to buy and give you liquor?" Katsuki asked, coming over to the two of you and standing on Eijirou's other side.

"Dunno," Eijirou shrugged. "He just popped by the Fat Agency before I left this afternoon and gave it to me as a house warming gift."

"He couldn't have gotten us anything else?" Katsuki clicked his tongue and crossed his arms. "I swear, all that's on his mind is alcohol and women."

"Don't say that," you reached around Eijirou and swatted at Katsuki's arm. "He thinks about Kyoka and his job all the time. He just... likes to have fun too."

"Yeah, Kats," Eijirou joined. "Take a page out of his book and loosen up." Katsuki tutted and Eijirou smirked. "Well, I guess it's fine if you don't. After all, if you start drinking again maybe you'll think that only y/n and I live here and you'll be all dejected being left out again."

The blonds face erupted into a fit of reds between anger and embarrassment. The lost memories of the last time he went out drinking with friends you both had told him about were once again thrown back in his face. Thinking that you and his boyfriend were dating each other exclusively and not also with him.

He threw his arms down in a fit. "Oh shut up!" He cried as you and Eijirou shared a laugh.

Soon enough, there was calm between you all as Katsuki and you took to the kitchen, well before Katsuki shooed you out of it. He hated people in his kitchen on a good day, but now it was all cluttered with boxes and foam padding and tape and he couldn't stand it with another body in it as well. You were shocked you were allowed inside for as along as you were at all.

Eijirou gave you a quick 'got kicked out huh?' as you just nodded and started helping him unpack. Eijirou was busy sorting stuff in the living room as you made your way into the master bedroom that would be all three of yours to share.

One long dresser with a vanity mirror sat next to the door and reflected the large bedframe with an equally large, naked mattress on it. Two other dressers mirrored each other on opposite walls, and the closet was two sliding, white doors wide.

Boxes were stacked everywhere, on the bed, on the ground, besides the dressers, in the closet- everywhere.

You weren't sure how long you were going through them before you were being call back into the kitchen to eat something. You three talked a lot over dinner, about the house, how Ei's day went, how Fatgum and Amajiki were doing, about the team agency you all dreamed off- so much was discussed over a quickly thrown together batch of miso.

After dinner, you were cleaning up with Katsuki, scrubbing dishes as you handed them to the blond to dry. Eijirou came bouncing back in the kitchen from the bathroom where he stood between the both of you, both of his arms slinging around you two. One hand on Katsuki's hip and the other on yours.

"You guys want to take a bath with me?" He sang. You could feel the dampness of his shower he just took from his arm around you in his nighttime tanktop.

"You just took a shower though?" You told him, handing Katsuki another bowl.

"So? That was just to get clean. Now we can just relax, you know?"

Before you could tell him that maybe it could happen another night, Katsuki was already agreeing for himself and for you with a quick 'sure'. You were shocked, since he wasn't a fan of baths in general. In fact, of the three of you, you favored them most bc of all the scented oils or salts you got to use.

The moment dishes were cleared away, Eijirou was dragging you both to the en-suite bathroom off the master bedroom. The main bath had a standing shower, toliet and standing sink. But this one was more extravagant.

It was a long counter top with two sink bowls and a large, long mirror stretching it. The tile was large in white squares that chilled the bare foot. The shower was right inside the door, long with two shower heads on opposite ends and separate from it was a large, oval tub. In the back of the room was a double doored pantry, well away from any source of water for anything that needed to be in the bathroom from soaps, to toiletries, to clothes hampers and towels.

Honestly, this bathroom was one reason you were so dead set on this house.

Eijirou practically danced as Katsuki began to undress, you following him as he started the water, adding in a few drops of your newest favorite scented oil. Katsuki wasn't usually a fan of oils, making him smell all sweet since he was a big-tough-guy. But, he had let it slip once that he really didn't mind them because when he used them, he smelt like you. Eijirou always loved your oils, even if he didn't use them. He liked talking to you about the smells and effects they have- since he liked seeing you get all excited of a new scent or brand.

The tub was big enough to fit all three of you somehow comfortably. Sitting between the two of them, both of their arms were laying across the tub's edge and behind your shoulders. Just like during dinner, conversation flowed so naturally. Even when it did die down and get quiet, you just watched the oil swirl in the bathwater and basked in the peace.

But of course, you couldn't stay in the tub forever. When you all got out, you were all pruned up on your fingertips and toes. Eijirou wrapped you up in a giant red towel.

"You're like a little, red sushi roll," he told you as you just rolled your eyes.

Once everyone was dressed again, clean and relaxed, you three went back to the living room and sat on the couch. The TV you all had wasn't set up yet, still just sitting on the floor. It'd have to be something for tomorrow though since no one wanted to bother with it.

Instead, Eijirou suggested drinking the liquor Kaminari gave him and since you were already home and ready for the night, you agreed easily.

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You're not sure what Kaminari was thinking, buying you guys hard liquor especially since Eijirou was able to somehow down the potent liquid shot after shot without so much as flinching.

While you and Katsuki were drinking by mixing with sodas or other flavors or just taking it easy, Eijirou was just straight balling it. Attractive in a way, but also not so great when he was 6 shots in and already drowsy.

Eijirou wasn't a hard drunk to deal with, not like Katsuki, but he was sleepy. In that way, it was almost more irritating than a stumbling, emotional blond. He would just pass out at any time and it was like when he did, gravity decided to push down on his body because he felt impossible to move.

Quite literally feeling as heavy as a boulder.

You always knew when it was going to happen because he'd get all sing-song like, drawling out words like any typical drunk, and gushing about his partners. He'd flop over you or Katsuki or cling to you both as a last resort to stay standing should he pass out standing up. You thought of it as his brain's last ditch effort to avoid injury even while piss-drunk.

You had gotten up to get him a glass of water, to help sober him up a little since he still had to work tomorrow afternoon.

"Get the hell off me you damn drunkard!" You heard Katsuki shout from the kitchen as the water filled the glass and cooled your palm. You chuckled.

"No!" Eijirou whined, no doubt being pushed away, but not deterring from his goal of smothering his boyfriend. Coming back into the living room, you were correct.

Katsuki was holding Eijirou buy his shoulder in one hand and pushing against his chin with his other. His face was flushed, but you couldn't tell if it was from the alcohol or his fluster.

Eijirou was weakly swatting his arms around, trying to grab his boyfriend, but was too weak to actually snag him anywhere to make it count. His face was red like he had a sunburn all from the amount of liquors he's drank. It was rare for him to drink so heavily, so when you agreed to all drink at home, you were shocked to see him down so much so quickly.

Eventually he gave up, flopping forward and onto Katsuki's leg. His arm came to wrap around his thigh. "You smell nice," he cooed while Katsuki just rolled his eyes.

"You damn leech," He sighed before his hand came to rest on Eijirou's red hair that lay flat on his head- devoid of any hair gel.

Moseying over to them, you kneeled in front of Eijirou who lay on the couch sideways. You joined Katsuki's hand on his head and lightly scratched around his ear and if he were a cat he probably would be purring. He cracked his eyes open to see a very blurry you- but you nonetheless.

"Hey, Ei," you cooed as he smiled drunkenly at you. Affectionate and sleepy- that's what Eijirou was when smashed.

"Hello, Sweetcheeks."

"Can you do me a favor?" He hummed, his cheek smooshed up against Katsuki's thigh. "Try and sit up for me so you can drink this." He squinted at the glass you held.

"What is it?"

"Water."

"I don't want to drink it."

"You have to, dumbass," Katsuki scolded, lightly pulling on the tip of his ear, making the redhead whine and weakly kick his legs. "Our girlfriend asked you to do something." Somehow, that sentence had Eijirou sitting up almost immediately.

"You're right!" He shouted, ignoring the spinning room around him and not seeing Katsuki beside him frantic like he was ready to catch him if he fell off the cushion. "I have to! Y/n asked me, if I didn't that wouldn't be very manly, would it?"

He stuck his hand out towards you.

"Water me," he dramatically spoke with a fake, deep voice. You laughed, carefully handing his glass and guiding his hand up to his mouth so he wouldn't spill it all over himself.

Katsuki shook his head as he chuckled, resting his elbow on the couch arm while his curled fingers pushed on his cheek as he leaned to the side to watch.

After he finished drinking, you took the glass and Katsuki took it from you, standing up.

"We should get him to bed," he suggested and you nodded. You watched Eijirou's head start to nod back and forth obviously fighting the pass-out stage of his drunken stupor. Giggling, you stood up, grabbing his hands and placed a kiss on his head.

"Come on, big boy, let's go to the bed."

During your time unpacking boxes in the bedroom, you had dressed the bed in a fitted sheet and threw a few pillows and blankets on the mattress. Ready for bed, Eijirou flopped into bed face first into a pillow. You sat on the mattress edge, petting his hair and marveling at how soft it is. Between him and Katsuki, you weren't sure whose hair was softer.

"That feels good," he spoke into the pillow as he turned his head so his cheek pushed into the plush.

"Good."

When Katsuki came into the room, Eijirou was immediately whining him over as he soon took a seat on the other side of the bed with Eijirou in the middle. You both always had Eijirou in the middle of the bed- or against a wall when it was only him and Katsuki in their old place- when he drank so there was no chance of him falling off.

The lights were turned off and the three of you settled in. Katsuki lay on his side, one of his arms folded under his head and the other on Eijirou's back, rubbing his spine up and down. You mirrored him on the opposite side of Ei as the redhead muttered on and on before finally falling asleep.

"He's going to regret drinking like he's going to war tomorrow," the blond scoffed with a lift to his lips.

"Oh, most definitely."

"Whatever, can't do anything 'bout it now. Go to sleep," he told you. And you were ready to do just that. It was a long, tiring day and there was still a lot of work and unpacking left to do. Rest was in your best interest.

"Good night, Katsuki."

His hand stopped rubbing Eijirou's back and latched onto your hand, lacing your fingers over the small of the red head's spine.

"Yeah, night."

The next morning, Eijirou pushed his pillow over the top of his face as he lay on his back, groaning and moaning about how bright it was and how much his head hurt. Katsuki laughed at him and you gave him medicine for his head.

"I'm gonna punch Kaminari the next time I see him," he whined, voice muffled from the pillow.

"He's not the idiot who drank himself stupid," Katsuki teased, slapping his thigh.

"Shut up." Katsuki laughed louder, Eijirou whined more, and you were just happy that you three were finally together under the same roof.

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a/n pt.2: i tOLD y'all it was gonna get domestic. so like, how much for like some feedback? bc i would prefer words/reblogs over likes pls. pls tell me how this was- i will shake an empty tin can for words like coins at you.

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dollslayer · 4 years ago

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Shots or Dare

Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: A drinking game goes one step too far. Or does it?

W/C: 1,551

Warnings: Alcohol consumption, drunken antics, hangovers, swearing

A/N: Just a quick little oneshot for y'all! I'm working on some bigger stuff but wanted to put this out there just for kicks. If you like it check out my other stuff and reblog/comment! Cheers!

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‘When will yo finally jsut go on s date with me?’

You sent it before you could even really register your actions. This is why you should’ve volunteered to be DD. Drinking on Girl’s Night always lands you in trouble. Trouble in this case, comes in the form of a dare and the persuasions of an equally drunk and far more excited Wanda.

“You finally DID IT! YOU DID IT!” Wanda hollers as she jumps from the booth in celebration.

Your hand shot up to cover her mouth, noticing several tables in the bar were looking towards you. You wobbled a bit and held the table for support with your other hand. You shushed her and sat back down.

“Did what? What did I do?” You asked, seeming to be the only one not in on the joke.

“Check your texts, lover girl” Paling in fear at her words you swipe up on your phone and read. Oh, God.

‘When will yo finally jsut go on s date with me?’ Read: 1:19AM You felt the blood rush from your brain to your cheeks in sheer humiliation.

You tried your best to recall a few minutes ago when Wanda was practically typing out the message for you as Nat looked on in amusement. You were playing Shots or Dare, a very dangerous game you now realized. Wanda dared you that you wouldn’t finally say something to Steve, whom you’ve had a crush on since you joined the team. You were always so much bolder when you were drunk.

Now sobered in an instant having seen that not only had you actually sent the text but that he’d read it. Your superior officer, your teammate, your friend. God, I must seem so sloppy. How do I even solve this? What do I even say? How soon could I realistically transfer out so I never have to see him again?

Your phone sat shakily in your hands as your thumb hovered above it, unsure what to type. Before you could Nat snatched your phone from your hand and put it in her pocket. You were about to protest when she just shook her head at you.

“It’s too late and you’re too drunk. He probably thinks you’re kidding. Just sleep in my room tonight we’ll fix it in the morning” She offered.

Even though Nat herself was 4 or 5 drinks in she always seemed to have her head on straight. You swallowed and nodded before hiding your face in your hands.

“Relax, I’m sure he thinks it’s hot you’re just going for it! My turn! I choose dare!” Wanda changed the subject with a clap of her hands and eagerly awaited her dare. You didn’t know how you were going to get through the rest of the night without freaking out about it so you ordered yourself another drink and got to forgetting.

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Staying out until almost 3, the group of you stumbled your way back to the tower and into Nat’s room. You promptly passed out in full makeup and without changing your clothes. You’d wake up to a hangover but that was tomorrow you’s problem.

And a problem it was, not six hours later you awoke to loud knocking from down the hall. You groaned and turn into the couch cushions hoping to fall back asleep. The knocking came again and you ignored it, sighing in comfort when you heard whomever it was retreating back up the hall.

Unable to sleep, you got up slowly and tried to gauge the severity of your hangover. Deciding you’d rather deal with this in the comfort of your own room you wrestle to get your shoes off your feet and carry them in one hand while you open the door with the other. You do your best to sneak down the hall to your room, only being a few doors down from Nat.

You make it just in front of your room when you drop your shoes and wince at the sound it makes. You steady yourself on the door to pick them up when you hit your head on the handle. It stings and you cringe at the feeling of the long handle getting stuck in your hair. Surprised, you hiss at the pain and drop both your shoes again as you desperately try to untangle yourself.

You could not be more of a mess if you tried. Maybe if you puked right now but all the willpower you had left was preventing that from happening. After a moment of all but ripping your hair from your head you’re free with one final jerk forwards, which of course, causes you to lose your balance and topple forward.

You put both your hands out and brace for the carpet burn of the collision but it never comes. Instead you’re being held steady by two large hands and all you can think to do is pray that it isn’t who you think it is. No God would be that cruel.

You slowly look up and find yourself eye to eye with Steve. No God except this one, apparently. He looks concerned as he helps you back up slowly to your feet. He picks up your shoes and opens his mouth to speak but nothing comes out. He looks you up and down, taking in your appearance trying to assess how best to approach the situation.

You’re suddenly very aware that you’re still in last night’s clothes and that the mascara on your eyelashes is smudged from where you fell asleep. If the Earth could swallow you whole right now you’d have no objections. You feel sweat from your nervousness mixing with last night’s too. I am a literal human disaster, this could not get worse. Please, please don’t bring up the text.

He clears his throat. “I, um, I saw you texted me last night.” Fuck. “I knew you were out with the girls, just wanted to make sure you made it home okay.”

You hide your face with your hands and huff out a breath of embarrassment.

“Yeah, um, thank… you… Yeah I’m good” You were not good. On top of the trainwreck of an encounter this already was your knees are giving out on you. You need to lay down now. Maybe get some food in you.

Steve rushed forward to pick you up again when you caught yourself against the door and fumbled to unlock it.

“Why don’t you let me do that?” He moved you gently aside to fiddle with the door before opening it and ushering you inside.

He set your shoes down by the door and helped you out of your jacket.

“When’s the last time you ate something? Or maybe you need some water?” He offered.

You shook your head at him and stuck your hands out to feel your way to your bed. This was already so embarrassing, Steve didn’t need to continue to see you like this.

Steve shook his head slightly and tsked at you. He helped you into bed and then looked at you with his hands on his hips, like he was contemplating his next move.

“I’m going to make some breakfast, do you think you could get a shower in that time or do you need to rest? Regardless after that you’re going to eat what I made and drink a whole glass of water, no protests.” He spoke gently but firm as he walked towards the door.

“Steve, please you don’t need to do this, I’m so sorry jus’ lemme get some sleep you don’t have to do anyth-”

“I said no protests. Now if I come back here in 15 minutes and you’re not in that shower I’m gonna be upset, do you understand?” He was using his Captain voice now and you rolled your eyes before giving him a lazy salute.

“Aye aye, cap” He chooses not to respond to your smart ass response, only chuckles as he closes the door behind him.

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One very woozy shower later you managed to only kind of puke your guts out and put on a clean pair of clothes. You exited your ensuite to the smell of bacon and eggs. Having gotten all the puke out of your system your mouth was now practically watering at the prospect of food.

Steve was sat on your couch with two plates and he stood to greet you.

“I didn’t know what you like but I figure you can’t go wrong with the classics. I figure while we eat we can watch one of these so-called ‘classics’ you’re always on my case about watching?” He grinned at you and waited for a response.

You shuffled over to your couch and plopped down beside him.

“Why’re you doin’ this for me, Steve? You don’t have to do any of this, I’m good” You kept trying to insist, feeling guilty that you were so hungover earlier and messy in front of him on top of your very infamous drunk text.

“Well this is a date isn’t it?” He smiles down at you with a boyish smirk and all you can do is return his expression and think of what movie to pick. Maybe Shots or Dare isn’t all that bad. This time at least.

#steve rogers x reader #steve rogers fluff #marvel fic #marvel x reader #fluff #alcohol tw #Just a lil somthin for yall #not my fav thing i've ever written but at least it's kinda cute

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