#completely forgot to put this here oops

[13thdoodle]

@kawaiijohn sent me this nightmare mode dp n go 'what if levi n gang'

so here's evil/nightmare Levi and Quizz (dante's oc)

First Ghost King who turns into a tyrant, enforcing Absolute Order so no one would get hurt or perish under his watch :3c sth sth well intention that goes horribly wrong tm :33c

would absolutely hate danny playing hero in his realm

(draw this back in June 2024)

[ohmyminsung]

your aura color + bias(es)

tagged by @ambivartence @lee-minhoe & @leewonseo 🤍

i could say i love green until i’m blue in the face and the universe will still tell me purple is my color 🤷🏻‍♀️

tagging @snug-gyu @changbeens @chanrizard @dongkwan @jinniebit if ya want !

[umeumeumee]

fault is false II

ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ- clarisse la rue x daughter of aphrodite! reader

synopsis: after clarisse lashed out so cruelly, she debates on how to win you back— but faces difficulty— especially when you refuse to have anything to do with her.

authors note: hi guys.. sorry this is probably a year late.. i completely forgot about tumblr! anyways.. i’m so happy to see that so many of you enjoyed part 1! here’s part 2! enjoy <3 (part I here)

Clarisse had been rotting in her guilt for days.

Marinating in anguish of her own decisions and suffering the consequences of her actions. she couldn’t breathe.

clarisse was well aware how upset you would be with her, no doubt she was expecting a shove off and a bit of attitude from you— but no, you’ve been blowing her off completely.

You were very hurt by her words, but something else burned inside you. A flame of anger. You currently despised charisse- even if you truly did love her deep down, you couldn’t stand to be in the same room of her.

the daughter of ares had tried relentlessly to apologize for her cruel words and poor decision, but her apology was shot through deaf ears. having being blown off by you for days, she was fed up. Her heart was swollen with desire for you, she needed you to forgive her, and she wasn’t sure how much longer she could go without you.

she stayed up at night with the regret chewing her skin raw, replaying how she acted and what she said, regretting her actions and even more so her words.

Being ghosted by you was something she, frankly, never thought she’d have to worry about. She was one for unkind words, it’s not the first time she’s spoken cruelty to you— just.. not specifically about you, to your face.

Her once unshakable confidence and snarky demeanor was shattered into millions of pieces , scattered where the trail of your friendship had been. The dining hall, the sparing arena, her bedroom— everywhere she stood unshakable with you beside her was now filled with a deep , itching sense of regret and anger.

She was pissed, to be frank. At herself, but also; at you. Who did you think you were? ignoring her? acting like she didn’t exist? It made her unbearably angry— uncomfortable.

Her thoughts were in a whizz.

The sound of her spear being slammed into another campers shield was loud enough to break her from her temporary trance— her eyes flickering to the now fallen boy on the floor, glaring up at clarisse. oops.

“What’s wrong with you?” the boy, Allo, son of Artemis, barked at her, standing up. Clarisse felt a vein poke from her forehead, her composure that was barely there to start with was now almost completely gone.

“What’s wrong with me?” she bit back, slamming her spear into the floor “What’s wrong with you? You’re the son of Artemis and you can’t handle a bit of a fight?” she snapped, her voice raising.

Allo scoffed, mumbling something about her being an ass before he dropped his shield onto the ground as well, successfully passive-aggressively falling onto her spear, before he made a face at her and left.

Clarisse bit her tongue, closing her eyes and taking a breath- she couldn’t wring his neck, no. at least.. not here.

her thoughts quickly drifted away from the irritating situation and back to you, of course. Your face clouding her mind. yes, there is absolutely no doubt that she was pissed , pissed at you— but… she wasn’t. she was just… she didn’t know how she felt.

Clarisse bent down to pick her spear up, her head elsewhere.

She’d never thought about her feeling of you— or, for you. she never put much thought into how jealous she was, or how much your validation and attention meant to her. how your words and praises made her feel so good.

that’s just how she was, right?

Clarisse placed her spear back into the weapon holder, removing her breastplate and placing it over the hook alongside the other armor, her feet dragging her to the dining hall, signaled by the lunch bell.

her dark brown eyes quickly scanned the vicinity , and immediately found you. You sat with Percy , as well as grover and annabeth, the group chatting amongst each other, and you occasionally chiming in, though… she noticed how upset you looked, how hurt you were. And, that familiar feeling of regret chewed her chest out, because no matter how much she covered her guilt with anger and blame, she knew your expression was her fault.

She scoffed, looking away; filling her lunch tray up with food, though she was the last thing but hungry. She wanted to desperately talk to you- not matter how much she denied the fact she wanted to, but she knew it was no use, you’d brush her off like you did the last few times— and she was not going to… beg for you.

she wasn’t.

no matter how badly she wanted to.

—

You poked your food, percy and his friends chatting away about some quest they were going to sneak out to do.

Normally, you’d be super invested and obviously guide them to, you know— not to do that, but.. you couldn’t find it in yourself to care.

Clarisse’s hurtful words stabbed your soft heart like a dozen of tiny little needles having a birthday party in your most fragile organ.

You were beyond upset, her face , her words— the won’t stop replaying. she basically called you a whore. She basically called your siblings whores, your mother. It was so.. wrong. so mean. but.. you couldn’t help but want to amend, to just pretend it never happened, to shove it down and go back to normal.

You knew that that wouldn’t happen anytime soon though. You knew she was upset at you— which just made you even more upset. You loved clarisse. You did; no matter how much you wanted to desperately deny it, deny how you were in love with your stupid.. asshole friend.

the worst part is, you knew she loved you back.

It wasn’t something that was big fat secret, no matter how much she wanted to deny: Everyone knows clarisse is too busy to do relationships, and too scared to acknowledge her feelings.

You heard the familiar chatter of her voice, your eyes automatically flickering up to find her , sitting at her usual table surround by siblings and friends. you could see she was bothered, and you knew she was upset about the whole situation, but too mighty to admit to it. you scoffed under your breath, standing up.

the group you sat with looked to you as you stood grabbing your tray, “I’m gonna go,” you said, smiling at them “let me know how your plan goes, okay?” you said, to which they bid farewell to you, and you scattered off to place your tray elsewhere and back to your room, where you can sulk in peace.

clarisse watched you go, her eyes following you like a key in a lock, her body itching to follow you. to mend— to.. apologize.

she bit the inside of her cheek, chewing it. she shouldn’t. she wouldn’t. she was too proud.

…

fuck it.

clarisse stood up, leaving the table without a word, leaving her tray behind as she followed after you.

what was she doing? following you like a damn dog. shit. she was pathetic.

she quickly caught up, grabbing your arm before you could open the door to the Aphrodite cabin.

she hated how she relished in the feeling of your skin on hers.

She watched as you turned around; apon the realization it was her, you tugging your arm from her grasp. she bit a scoff.

“what?” you mumbled, avoiding her gaze.

The cold seeped into clarisses fingers, even through the sleeves she had pulled over her hands. You two stood beneath the sun, even if it was cloudy, it’s never felt so cold before. The distant chatter of other campers was nothing but background noise, nothing in the face of your own little silence—sharp and heavy, like glass about to break.

clarisse kept her eyes on the ground. Her breath came out in clouds, white against the yellow of the sun. She hated this. Not the silence—the waiting. She knew what she had to say. She just couldn’t make her mouth move. Her pride clung to her like armor, welded tight across her chest.

You were silent as well, your arms folded, yo ur eyes downcast, not looking at at clarisse, but thinking about her— that only made it worse. made it hardee’s

Clarisse had always been sharp. She knew how to protect herself—with sarcasm, with distance, with fire when needed. She had spent years building herself like that, brick by careful brick. And then you showed up , and didn’t ask her to take it all down. you just looked… at her in a way that made it hard to keep pretending the walls were comfortable. That Mira was comfortable inside them.

And—god, clarisse knew she’d been cruel

she shifted on her feet, heart pounding. Her mouth felt dry. The words were right there—but every time she got close to saying them, something inside her recoiled. If she apologized, it meant admitting that you mattered. That she’d hurt her. That what she felt—this mess of affection and fear and something terrifyingly close to longing—was real.

She wasn’t good at real.

Still, you hadn’t walked away. clarisse had half expected you to storm off, or worse, say something kind and final. But she just stood there, quiet, giving Mira space to be brave.

clarisse took a deep breath. “I was... mean,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

you didn’t respond, not right away.

“I shouldn’t have said what I said.” Mira’s eyes flicked to her, then away. “You didn’t deserve that. any of that..”

Silence again. clarisse pressed her teeth into her bottom lip. That should be enough. It was an apology, wasn’t it?

But it didn’t feel like enough. Not for this.

“I…” clarisse hesitated. The next words felt like stepping off a ledge. “I get.. i don’t know.. upset sometimes. When people get close. It’s not you, it’s me being—” She shook her head. “Scared. Of how I feel. About you.”

you juiced.

“clarisse— i.. know you senile with words,” i said causing the girl to bite a scoff “But what you said, isn’t so easily forgivable— you— you can’t just expect me to forgive you for what you said and act like nothing is wrong,” i told her.

clarisse sighed, rubbing her forehead. “I know,” she said in a bite “but i’m trying, okay?”

“try harder, then,” i retorted , still not facing her. she scoffed at that.

“I.. ugh. fine. Just.. listen, okay? i’m..” she sighed again..

That finally made you look at her, was she actually going to say what you thought?

“.i…” fuck. should she say it? she didn’t want to— she shouldn’t.. but..

“I like you,” Clarisse finally said, each word like pulling teeth.

The air between you two seemed to shift. your face be and less upset—your eyebrows drew together not in anger, but in something gentler. Compassion, maybe.

Relief.

“You could’ve just said that,” you said in a mumble, letting your arms unfold and fall to your sides.

Clarisse scoffed, breathless and sharp. “Yeah, well. I suck at saying things.”

you turned toward her fully now, stepping a little closer. “You’re doing fine.”

clarisse blinked. “You’re not mad?”

“I was,” you admitted. “i still am— and.. what you said was.. really mean, and i was really hurt. but... I get it. I know you’re not used to this.”

clarisse felt the weight in her chest shift, not vanish, but lighten. “I’m trying.”

“I know,” you said. “thanks for trying.”

clarisse looked at you—really looked—and this time, she didn’t look away. The cloudy sun cast a soft glow over your face, your eyes a warm kind of steady. There was no sadness or anger in them now. Just patience. Hope.

And for the first time, clarisse felt like she could breathe again.

[evilminji]

Oh... oh no it's all coming together ( o.o)

Ya'll remember my Danny haunts Space Games post?

That but MORE SO. Harder. Like... ZONE GAME DEVELOPER PASSION PROJECT harder. Because? Special Interest chemicals go brrrrr~☆

And you KNOW... you absolutely FUCKING KNOW! That Danny was minding his business, going about his life, hyped as FUCK for the new Space Game 5 (a niche game but so what? It has REALISTIC physics! It's set on THE MOON!).

Has NOT stopped rambling on about it.

Been driving everyone insane, because it won't be out for MONTHS.

When~?

Youngblood, probably, goes "So what? That sound BORING. There barely anything to DO in that! Not like one of OUR Super Cool ZONE Video Games™. OURS are way better! And we gave LOADS more options then THAT! Now can we get back to-"

Freeze frame, record scratch.

Wait. WHAT!?

Danny is violently answers out of that eternal child faster then you can say "Dude! Chill!" Got them manic Obsession Eyes. Oops. Youngblood forgot Danny is Space Obsessed. But also PROTECTION Obsessed. Meaning he can't LEAVE where he is protecting.

You know.... FOR SPACE.

He needs a work around to feed his Obsession. Video games do it. Since he can go INTO them, but leave at a moments notice, if trouble happens. It's like being both IN SPACE but also AT HIS POST! Double Obsession Feeding! Happy chemicals! Mmmmm, content ecto-goo~

But now? NOW?! He's learning there is BETTER Space?!

WHERE IS THE BETTER SPACE?! *kicks open the portal*

It? Is a terrifying time for everybody. Thanks A LOT, Youngblood. It takes like... five Amazons and Pandora herself tackling the little menace, to get him still long enough to get a semi-coherent answer out of him. Stop him trying to shake down random ghosts for answers they can't GIVE.

Youngblood is grounded.

DANNY has an Obsession-crash headache, is really embarrassed, but honestly no one blames him. No one acts their best when they're Obsession gets suddenly triggered that hard. It was a poor man offered El Dorado, a scholar all the secrets in the world. He got swept up in it.

That SAID, yes, there IS a video game shop near here. There are, of course, countless such shops. It's the Zone. There are countless EVERYTHING. It's the nature of the Zone. Just don't harrass any of the developers and all will be well, Phantom. They're not afraid to put YOU in time out as well.

Deal! ( /☆.☆)/ *grabby hands*

There? Are so, SO many games. For systems Danny's never even HEARD off. Alien ones, new ones, long dead ones. Zone exclusives. It's less a shop and more a sprawling maze.

His grin is FERAL.

Space. Gaaaaaaames!!!

The more realistic the BETTER. Give him that living vicariously like an Astronaut DREAM. But fantasy maybe! Or in the future! Or deep space! Alien mayhaps! There are a few. The blended Obsessions that are kinda like his. Space and video-games instead of Space and Protection.

And? Oh~

Oh they are so SO realistic.

Impossible to play on any Earth computer, too. Not a single chance. Wouldn't even TRY and run. But! He is a Fenton! And he WILL have his Space Games! If his parents can make a portal in their basement? HE can make a Bank of Ectoplasmic Supercomputers in his spare room! Or Bedroom! Depends on renting prices!

He GUTS every landfill for MILES for usable parts.

"Liberates" parts from Rogues, left and right. Fuck their evil plans! He has computers to build! The Justice League? Baffled. Alarmed. Nooooot his problem!!!

He completes his works and? Oh~ the smile is both terrifying and fangy.

Spaaaaaaaace~☆

He starts College. On line, of course, he refuses to leave Amity. And Online can be done at his pace, at his hours. So? For once? He's actually doing WELL. Even BETTER? It helps him remember to leave them games every once and a while. Eat something. Be human.

But... well... it's like a slow flip of his Obsession starving. Now that he has all the Space he could ever want? He... suddenly finds Amity... peaceful? Which is GOOD! It's... it's GOOD.

.........just not for him.

He can almost physically FEEL him mind unclenching it's death grip on the town. Finger by finger. Hands releasing, letting go, as they... reach for something. As he starts taking NOTE of crime rates in major cities. Alien attacks and Rogues, Heros spread too thin, people getting HURT.

In need of PROTECTION.

He... he doesn't WANT to be that fickle. He LOVES Amity! It's his HOME. He wasn't protecting it just because he craved something to protect! In the end, he drags it out longer then he probably should, argues with himself, ignores the problem. Is STUBBORN.

It's only after Dani starts talking about coming back to Amity to stay with him, do the college thing like he did, that he realizes...

Amity's not his Haunt anymore.

They talk. She's excited to help him find a nice shit hole of a city to protect, but also worried because he looks really gaunt. He may LOVE Space... but...

It's the GHOST in him that loves Space. The Astronaut. The Kid who refused to die, who ate a PORTAL TO THE EVERYTHING and crawled out still exsistant, who told Death not only "not today" but "not EVER"? That kid had something to protect. Was and is and always will BE, protection. Himself, his friends, his family or the town. Doesn't matter WHAT it is.

He refused to go, so he could protect them.

The part that DID, though, was starlight. And yeah, he needs it. Feeds it desperately. But it... doesn't exactly support his human half, you know? Doesn't anchor him. Make him want to eat and sleep, be human and alive, connect with people.

Space makes him ghosty.

Dani ultimately convinces him, after spraying him down with a hose and shoving a cheeseburger down his face, to move to Metropolis with her. They get ALIENS! Have Aliens HEROS! BIG DESTRUCTIVE FIGHTS. With lots and LOTS of people who need help! Plus? Gotham is within a day trip!

And UNLIKE Gotham, the Ecto isn't RANK AF in Metropolis.

Seriously, it smells like a burst sewer pipe over there.

Danny agrees. Can totally afford a modest lil place thanks to some patents. Makes one HELL OF A SCENE moving in. With his giant, ominous, futuristic, weirdly day glow green glowing bank of super computers... in this, "we love our Alien Blorbo" Metropolis.

Cause Green and Glowing sure ain't welcome round these parts! No SIR! Somebody call the COPS!

Danny isn't even half way through, when Superman lightly touchs down, a forced grin plastered to his face. The "please, God, not another Rogue. Not a new one. Please!" all but RADIATING off him.

Hmmmmm....

Danny... kiiiinda forgot not everyone was as "I see fuckin NOTHING, man" as Amity natives. Awkward. Welp! Fenton Oblivious Gene's, ACTIVATE!

"Oh, HIIIIIII~☆ Superman! What brings you round these parts? Gosh, it's an honor! Dani! Come meet SUPERMAN!"

Clark knows what he's doing. Danny knows, Clark knows what he's doing. They are both from the Midwest. They ain't gonna break first! You kidding? Clark still has to ask. Inserts himself by INSISTING on helping. A welcome to Metropolis! Ha ha! (How long we gonna lie for, kid? How long? I can do this all day.)

Clark? Learns that Danny has become ABSURDLY knowledgeable about terraforming, spacecraft, aerospace engineering and anything else related to Space Survival. Thanks to... his "games".

Which Clark is PRETTY sure? Are creatively set up, alien, training programs. Cause both of the Fentons are DEFINITELY at least partially non-human. But, eh. Who is he to judge? The "mad scientist" vibe, though... THAT is his to judge. Which he does.

Routine check ins!

And pasta bakes. Because good lord, Fenton, you are skin and bones! And? If it helps with both Watchtower maintenance AND some killer articles? Because Danny is a fountain of Space related knowledge who loves to share it? That's between Clark and the weird, semi-feral, gremlin he's adopted! (Yes, honey, he KNOWS Danny is a grown man. But I did it with BRUCE-)

@hdgnj @babbling-babull @legitimatesatanspawn @hypewinter @mutable-manifestation @the-witchhunter

[truuskn]

a couple of my favorite jazzprowl interactions from comics:

on the ruins of praxus

prowl is lost in the pain of the past sharing a piece of his history opening up his soul to someone else perhaps for the first time in forever. jazz doesn't have time to respond, he actually doesn't really know what to say here. no words in the world would be enough to fully express his compassion at this moment and he knows perfectly well that there is no point in pitying his friend - prowl will either react negatively or won't react at all. so he immediately switches to another topic - work. the one thing that always saves prowl from collapse

oh, i want this story to be resuscitated at some point in the future of tf. it's able to reveal prowl (and bluestreak btw!!) so well, add depth to his pure hatred of the decepticons. come on, give this guy at least one truly emotional backstory, please!

jazz and the mantle of leadership

prowl is the only one with whom jazz is able to loosen his control a bit and show his emotions (not feelings. that shit stays inside him and no one will ever know the truth) and jazz is the only one with whom prowl tries to control his temper, behaves softly and carefully, supports in difficult situations. prowl genuinely tries to help jazz, he sees him as a living being, not as an elements of one of his plans

i like that this story focused on jazz as optimus' replacement. i see different characters in different situations as the autobots' sic, here in my opinion the most interesting option was selected. idw prowl is not good at leading people. he can manage them, give orders, strategy, tactics, that's what he's really good at, but inspiring a crowd and making them follow him is not his thing. not just because he's usually an asshole and half of the army wants to punch him in the face, no :D jazz is just much more suited for this. he's not just a popular bot, not just the soul of every company, he knows how to make others do what he wants, he knows when to be softer and when to be harder, how to put people in their place, he knows how to behave in public, he created an amazing image of himself and he always follows it to the bit. but all of these is only on the outside, deep inside he's insecure, he's afraid, lost and he doesn't want this responsibility, he doesn't see himself as a leader (no one but optimus prime has the right to be) and prowl tries to prove the opposite to him. they complement each other, cover their weaknesses and in tandem they work just perfect

sudden change of character

when a completely non-spontaneous, calculated, thoughtful character suddenly changes their usual behaviour and pulls some weird tricks and their partner who is not used to this kind of things gets totally confused and shocked by the situation >>>

jazz is tormented by guilt. he let prowl down. he didn't just let him die, he let him die for nothing. he failed his dear friend at the most important moment! the decepticons will win, autobots just lost one of their most important member, they are doomed, completely and irrevocably doom... wait a minute?? prowl just comes out of nowhere?? all so calm and relaxed?? "hey, jazz! i suddenly decided to chill and rest a little like you've been advising me for millions of years. oh, and pardon me, i guess i forgot to inform you that i'm not dead and you've been grieving for me for nothing! oops. also i managed to solve all our problems, so don't worry about it, buddy" and jazz doesn't know whether to cry or laugh. or to slap this guy properly. or to throw himself on prowl and squeeze the bastard in joyful embrace until he cracks!!

[babyhatesreality]

Suffering For My Art

Pairing: Daddy Stucky X little!F!reader

A/N- I've been making Bucky grumpy lately. Now it's Steve's turn. :D Also let's raise a glass to hyper fixations.

Warnings: Agere (SSC), f! reader, reader is named but name scarcely used, pet names, baby is super hyper, loving banter and PDA between daddy and papa, baby being a lovable menace without realizing it, hyper fixation, grumpy papa, scolding, time outs, daddy's turn to laugh here.

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"Alright Munchkin. I have an idea," Papa said to you as he handed you the last dish from breakfast to put into the dishwasher.

"I LOVE IDEAS!" you screeched joyfully, tossing your hands up in the air, and the plate along with it, in your exuberance. Without missing a beat, Bucky, who was standing behind you the entire time, snatched it out of the air before it even started to fall. Bucky chuckled softly to himself as you bunny hopped towards Steve, all thoughts of dishes completely gone.

Steve sighed as he smiled. "Puppy, what have I told you about throwing dishes?" he gently scolded.

You looked bewildered. "I didnn' throw a dish, Papa, see..." then looked at your hands, completely mystified. "It was here a minute ago."

"Yeah, and Daddy caught it when you accidentally threw it."

"Oh. Oops. Tank you, Daddy. Sorry, Papa. Didnn' mean to!"

Steve shook his head, laughing a bit. "I know you didn't pup, just be more careful." He went back to the original subject before you could answer. "How about we go to the Met today?"

"Whatsa Met?"

"The Metropolitan Museum of Art. It's a-"

"A MUSEUM!! YES YES YES YES YES!!" you yelled joyfully, jumping in a circle. "WE NOT BEEN DERE BEFORE!!! LET'S GOOOOO!!!!"

"Hold on there, baby, take it down a few decibels."

"BUT IT A MUSEUM!!! I EXCITED!!!!"

"And we don't yell in museums, do we?"

You stopped jumping and looked at Steve with wide eyes. "No, that's why I gotta get the yelling out NOW, Papa," you explained patiently, before twisting around and bunny hopping down the hallway. "JELLYBEAN!!! WE GOING TO NEW MUSEUM!!!! AND WE CAN'T THROW DISHES DERE!" you hollered to your stuffed bunny as you entered your room.

"Do you think she's excited? I can't really tell," Bucky asked Steve, deadpanned. Steve grinned.

"Yeah, I could tell she had a ton of extra energy today, so if we have something new to show her every few seconds, that'll keep her happy."

"Yeah but...you really think this is a good idea?"

"What's wrong with it?"

"You really wanna take her somewhere new when she's this wound up?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean she's going to come back from this with a new hyper fixation," Bucky predicted, his eyebrows raised.

Steve snorted. "Really?" he said. "You think she's gonna go crazy over something at the Met? Do you have any idea how much stuff is there? She won't be able to focus long enough to get obsessed by just one thing."

Bucky shrugged. "With as hyper as she already is today, I would be surprised if she didn't."

Steve laughed in disbelief. "You're not serious," he cajoled his husband. "She just forgot she was holding a plate because she's so excited. There's no way she'll fixate on anything today."

"Well, I could say you're right, but then I'd be wrong, so....."

"Well, we'll just have to wait and see, won't we?"

Bucky's eyes glinted with mischief. "Don't think I won't enjoying rubbing THAT declaration in your face in the future, Captain."

"Admit it. You're just jealous that I came up with today's great idea," Steve teased, wrapping his arms around his beloved and giving his butt a playful squeeze. Bucky's subsequent grunt of appreciation just made Steve laugh harder.

********Later That Day**********

"DAT WAS DA BEST!!!" you hollered the second you were out of the huge stone doorway and into the open air. Several pigeons on the pavement below took off in alarmed flight at the noise. Bucky snorted a laugh, holding tight to one of your hands to keep you from accidentally flinging yourself down the stone steps as you danced and twisted joyfully, swinging Jellybean around with glee. "Der was da big stained glass window and da big picture of the boat with da guys and da OTHER picture of da boat with da other guys and all the big statues and da chairs from the old days and...."

The entire way back to the tower you kept up the running commentary, talking about all the things you had looked at, then going back and describing your favorite ones in detail. You'd all had lunch at one of the cafes at the museum, and kept right on going, missing nap time entirely. Steve had secretly hoped that the adventure would tire you out a bit, and if not that, at least the walk home. But if anything, it seemed to energize you.

Once you all got home and they got your shoes off, you finally took a breath and Steve managed to jump in, saying he was going to start dinner.

"Did you want to help, sweetheart?" he asked you. You shook your head wildly from side to side.

"No Papa, I can't, I gotta go be a artist so I can be in the Met!!" you proclaimed. "C'mon Jellybean, let's go!" And without another word, you took off.

"Artists don't run!" Steve called out after you.

"Oh, okay!" you said, screeching to a stop and walking quickly instead. "Artist is not running anymore, Papa!" you hollered as you rounded the corner into your playroom.

"I can't believe that worked," Bucky said, grinning at Steve, who shrugged playfully back.

"Maybe I know a thing or two about what she's gonna do, eh Barnes?" Steve teased, playfully arching his head back towards Bucky as he sauntered off towards the kitchen. "What was that you said earlier today....something about rubbing something that YOU were wrong about in my face....?"

Bucky rolled his eyes, but trotted after his husband. "Really? After what she just did, you really think she didn't catch a hyper fixation today?"

Steve stopped and turned to Bucky, looking at him like he was crazy. "What? What do you mean?"

"She just declared that she was an artist," Bucky said, tilting his head at Steve, who stared blankly back. When he didn't respond, Bucky sighed. "She's going to want to do NOTHING but create art for god knows how long now."

"You're nuts."

"I think you mean to say I'm right."

"Buck, she's just excited from today. It'll wear off the second something else catches her attention."

"Gonna be eating those words, Rogers."

"Yeah, yeah, sure. Speaking of eating, come give me a hand," Steve said, turning his back towards his husband. A detached metal arm suddenly thunked down on the kitchen island in front of him. Steve rolled his eyes. "Hysterical."

*****Almost an hour later*****

Steve wandered over to your playroom. "Alright Angel, time for-" He abruptly cut off when he got a good look at you. You were covered in your finger-painting paint, head to toe. There were purple smears on your face, red spikes in your hair, blue streaks down your arms, green globs on your shirt- it was endless. It looked like you'd lost a fight with a Crayola factory.

"Look, Papa!" you said proudly. "Is a painting selfie! I did it!"

Steve, who had just remembered how to blink at this point, cleared his throat and swallowed. "You made a self portrait?" was all he could think of to say.

"Yeah! A painting selfie!" You held up a giant piece of your artist's easel paper. "See? I put on da paint and I smushed my face and body onto da paper!"

Steve pursed his lips and nodded slowly. "Yeah, yeah, you sure did." He closed his eyes and sighed quietly, then bowed to the inevitable. "Bucky?"

"Yeah?"

"Can you keep dinner warm?"

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing, just-" And because super soldier, Bucky was standing at the door in 1.7 seconds. Steve watched as his husband's eyes went wide as an owl's, and then watched the smug grin slowly spread across his face.

"Wow, Trouble, you look like a rainbow with the stomach flu."

"Is dat good?"

"In this case- oh yes."

"Den thank you! Do you like my painting selfie?"

"Love it." Bucky turned to Steve who was scowling at him. "Did you want me to say it now, or wait for the next work of art?"

"This is not a hyper fixation, Bucky," Steve said sanctimoniously as he picked you up, holding you a little bit away from himself to try to minimize further damage. "And besides, this will all wash out. That's why we got this kind of paint, remember?"

"Yup," Bucky said, grinning.

Steve rolled his eyes. "Just keep dinner warm while I give her a bath, okay?"

"Don't need dinner, Papa!" you declared as Steve walked towards your bathroom. "I a STARVING artist. No dinner."

"Yes dinner. After bath," Steve declared sternly, marching you to the tub over Bucky's hooting laugh.

*******The Next Morning********

Steve had given you no option last night as to your bed or their bed- you were sleeping with them so you didn't try anything else artistic in the middle of the night. NOT because Bucky was right- more of....an insurance policy. You didn't mind at all- you preferred sleeping in their bed anyway. The next morning, Bucky helped you brush your teeth while Steve surveyed the war zone that was your playroom. Even though the paint was water soluble and had come up easily last night, he didn't want to try to tackle the rest of the art supplies, or put you back into the frey lest you be inspired to a new creation.

"Katie-Cat, how about you play out in the living room today?" he asked as nonchalantly as he could. Didn't stop that damn smug grin from spreading across Bucky's face though. Steve resisted the urge to roll his eyes and stayed focused on you.

You wrinkled your nose unhappily. "But I wann'd to make more art today, Papa," you said, a touch of pleading in your tone.

"You can make art out here, okay? How about I give you some paper and one of my drawing pencils, and we can draw together?"

"OKAY!!" Steve returned Bucky's smug smile triumphantly, and ignored the slight feeling of panic when Bucky's grin widened before he sauntered off to the office.

Steve gathered the supplies, and the two of you spent a lovely hour sketching together in the living room. Once he saw that you were completely absorbed in your current masterpiece, he gave you a little kiss on the top of the head. "I'm going to go work in the office for a little bit, Baby. You wanna come?"

You looked up as if you had forgotten Steve was even there. The sweet smile that broke across your face melted Steve's heart and settled his nerves. "No tank you Papa, I stay here. Is okay?" you asked with wide, eager eyes. "Got really good light," you said, trying to sound official. Steve grinned and ruffled your hair a bit.

"Okay, princess, that's fine. Come get me or Daddy if you need anything." You were already back into your own little pencil and paper world, so he chuckled and went into the office. He couldn't wait to see the look on Bucky's face. Ah, sweet triumph.

Bucky was staring at his computer when Steve entered the room. His blue eyes swung up to his husband's smirking face, then to Steve's side where it was obvious he was noting that you were not in tow. Bucky looked Steve right in the eye, and gave the most annoying eyebrow lift as if to say "your funeral". Steve scowled and went to his desk.

About fifteen minutes later, Bucky sniffed loudly. Steve ignored it, not ready to give in until Bucky admitted that he was wrong. After the fifth and most exaggerated sniff, Steve finally looked up, smirking. "Need a tissue there, Buck?" he teased.

Bucky shrugged a bit. "Nope," he said, popping the 'p'. "Just....smells like...mint. Have you noticed?" Bucky watched with glee as the smirk on Steve's face turned to horror, and chuckled as Steve tore out of the room.

"Look, Papa!" you declared happily as Steve rushed into his and Bucky's bathroom. "I made more art!" The swirls of the blue mint toothpaste on the giant bathroom mirror were reminiscent of Starry Night- if had been sponsored by Crest. If it hadn't been so naughty, it honestly would have been impressive. You smiled proudly at your creation. "I finished the pencils and den I needed a new art project. Is sooooooo pretty!"

It was baffling how quickly Papa wiped the excess toothpaste from your hands and then plunked you into Time Out.

Bucky casually strolled past the living room, silently chuckling at your huffing little self in the Time Out corner, then chuckling outright as he leaned against the doorway, watching Steve clean up the mirror which was now guaranteed to be free of plaque. When he turned to Bucky with a scowl, Bucky just shrugged with that self-assured smirk on his face. "I didn't say anything."

After Time Out was over and Steve had reminded you that only art supplies should be used to make art, he made sure to keep a firm grip on you as he brought you into the office. Bucky didn't even look up as he grinned gleefully. "Ah, there's our little artist. You feeling good and cavity free, Trouble?" he said in a jaunty voice.

"Yeah! Minty fresh!" you replied with a giggle, before you caught Papa's eye. You quickly adopted a serious face. "But we don't play wif da toothpaste like dat. Is naughty. Okay?" Your eyes shifted quickly back to Papa to make sure you'd gotten it right. He nodded proudly, if somewhat resignedly. Bucky just chuckled under his breath.

Steve sat down, keeping you on his lap. Of course you started to squirm the second there was stillness. "Katie-Cat," Steve said in a patient but serious tone. "You can color or draw here at the desk, but you're sitting with me. Understood?"

"But I want to paint the floor." Cue snort from Bucky.

"Absolutely not."

"What about the top of your desk?"

"To draw on?"

"No, to paint. Like my selfie picture!"

"No. Crayons or pencils only."

"Paint da walls?"

"No."

"Paint you a new shirt."

"No."

"Paint da ceiling!"

"No. Crayons or pencils ONLY."

"UGH. I am SUFFERING for my art," you declared dramatically as you slumped against Steve's chest. Bucky didn't even try to keep it in. He burst out laughing, wiping his eyes in mirth. Seeing that Daddy at least appreciated your struggle, you sat up happily and finally accepted the crayons that Papa put in front of you. You concentrated on making the most complex picture you could, adding layers on layers of waxy color, while Steve kept one arm around your waist and typed with one hand. After a while, you wiggled a bit to get his attention. "Gotta go potty, please?"

"Go and then come RIGHT BACK," Steve said firmly, setting you on your feet and looking you right in the eye. You nodded seriously back.

"Okay, Papa, I go and come right back," you said innocently. Steve's eyes briefly narrowed, but he let you go. And you did as you were told- he listened to your footsteps carefully. You went right to the bathroom in your room and came right back. Steve did a quick visual sweep- you didn't bring any new art supplies in with you or have anything tucked under your shirt so he wouldn't see, so he thought all was safe.

"Did you wash your hands?" he asked as you clambered back onto his lap.

"Yup!" you declared happily. "See? Smells like ocean!" You thrust your washed hands under his nose- you loved using the soap with the pictures of the fishes and coral reefs on it. Steve inhaled, then quickly kissed your fingers as you giggled delightedly. You resumed your coloring with determination.

Just as you were about done, you leaned back. "Papa?"

"Yes, lovebug?"

"Still can't paint your desk?"

"Still can't paint my desk."

"But it is BORING. Needs....magic!" And from out of your pocket came a handful of purple glitter that you tossed in the air, baptizing you both with sparkles. You giggled and clapped your hands delightedly as Steve spit glitter from his mouth.

This time it was almost insulting how fast you found yourself back in Time Out, albeit in the office.

Once Bucky had picked himself up off the floor from laughing that hard, Steve relented. "You win. You were right," he grumbled. That set Bucky off all over again.

At least Bucky helped him clean up the glitter once he stopped laughing. It didn't quite take away the annoyance of Tony calling him "Tinker Bell" for the next three days, though.

[mysteryshoptls]

SSR Kalim Al-Asim - Room Relaxation Vignette

"Happy Birthday"

[Courtyard]

Kalim: Hmm, he's not here, either. Oh! Perfect timing… Heeey, Sebek!

Sebek: Kalim-senpai? Is there something you need of me?

Kalim: Have you seen Silver? Our professor asked me to go grab him, but I can't find him anywhere.

Sebek: …Why are you asking me? I'd think he's still in the cafeteria.

Kalim: Oooh, the cafeteria, huh! I don't normally go there, so I didn't even think to look there.

Kalim: Thanks for letting me know. As thanks, you're invited to my party. Come by Scarabia after classes tomorrow!

Sebek: Don't just carry on by yourself! I have plans tomorrow after school. If you truly wish to invite me, pick another date.

Kalim: Noooo, we can't pick another date! Tomorrow's my birthday, so we're going all out for the party.

Kalim: I'm letting everyone I run into know to come. We're gonna have a blast, chowin' down, singing, and dancing all together!

Sebek: I BELIEVE I'VE ALREADY MENTIONED I HAVE PLANS! Listen when someone else is speaking, why don't you? Goodbye.

Kalim: Looks like I got rejected～ …Ah, right. I have to go look for Silver. To the cafeteria!

[Scarabia Dorm]

Kalim: Everyone here? Alright, I'll pass along the info now.

Kalim: Oh, but… What was I supposed to talk about, again? Ahahah, I completely forgot everything!

[Jamil passes Kalim a note]

Kalim: Hm? What's up, Jamil? Oh, you wrote everything down for me!

Kalim: Uhh, let me see… "Renovation Notice"

Kalim: Looks like they're doing some repairs on old pillars and walls around campus. You can check the map posted in the lounge for the specific locations!

Kalim: What's next…? Oh, this is for the sophomores. The History of Magic report needs to be turned in by the end of next week…?

Kalim: Ah, now I remember! I'd promised Jamil that I'd start working on it tonight.

Kalim: I got a great idea! All the sophomores should get together and carve out some time to work on the report. That'll help us all make pretty good progress, don'tcha think?

Kalim: We should totally do it toni… Huh? Tomorrow's party is keeping you busy? Okay, then we should all get together tomorrow!

[Scarabia Dorm – Kalim's Room]

Kalim: Mmmm, today was so much fun! …HUH!?

Kalim: My room's filled with boxes! There wasn't anything here before I went for my shower…

Kalim: Oh, looks like my birthday presents got delivered. My family sent me a buncha stuff this year too～

Kalim: For now, I should just try to enter my room. Gotta make sure I don't step on any of the presents…

Kalim: Oh, hey, Carpet! You're offering to carry me into my room? You're so nice, thanks!

[Scarabia Dorm – Kalim's Room]

Kalim: Let's crack open these presents! Hm, which one should I start with?

Kalim: Ooh, you like that one with the red wrapping, Carpet? Alright, wait one sec, I'll open that first.

[rustle, rustle]

Kalim: It's a hairbrush. Oh, what's it say here…? "This was handcrafted piece-by-piece with specially selected materials by skilled craftsmen."

Kalim: "Only three of this exquisite hairbrush is made each year. Please have a luxurious experience with this."

Kalim: I don't really get it, but this all means this brush is pretty neat, huh. …Hm? You like this, Carpet?

Kalim: Okay, then I'll use this to give you a brushing today! Come here and lay on the ground for me.

[brush, brush]

Kalim: How is it? Ahahah, great! Feels good, huh?

Kalim: Oh, yeah. Let me give you a good scrub so you can look good for tomorrow's party too.

Kalim: A HAVEN WITHIN THE HOT HANDS, A NEVER-ENDING FEAST. SING! DANCE! OASIS MAKER!

[SPLAAAASH!!]

Kalim: Oops, sorry! I put a little too much into it. But now I need you to stay still, so I can brush you.

Kalim: Normal carpets tend to get fuzzy when brushed, or damaged when wet, y'know…

Kalim: But in your case, not only are you totally fine with all that, but you even have a few favorite brushes. You're a funny little thing!

[carpet shakes water off]

Kalim: Wah! Hey, I told ya not to move～ I was trying not to let it get everywhere, and now me and my room's soaked!

Kalim: Hmm, it's be great if my balcony was a bit bigger. …Oh, yeah! I think I had it over here on my desk…

「Survey on Quality of Life Improvements for the Student Body」

Kalim: I could just write on here, "I want a bigger balcony," and turn it in, right?

Kalim: That way we can splash around in water, or lay out under the sun. That's right, you think it's a great idea too, right?

Kalim: Maybe it could be the size of a classroom… Nah, that'd be too small to throw a party on, so I guess it'd be better to be the size of a gym.

Kalim: I wonder when they'll get started on making it? Can't wait to hear back from the Headmage～!

Kalim: Alright, we'll finish up with a quick blow-dry… Actually wait, can I use magic to dry you off today?

Kalim: Don't worry, I've actually gotten a bit better recently. Just watch～ …Hyah!

[casts wind magic]

Kalim: See, right as rain… WAAH!? All the wrapping paper is flying towards me…!

[casts magic to stop paper]

Kalim: …Huh? I just wanted to stop the wrapping paper from heading this way, but it looks like I stopped the wind, too.

Kalim: Looks like I didn't get the spells right today, too… I guess I'll just use a dryer to finish up.

Kalim: It's fine. Today might've been a fail, but I'll keep trying my best to get better!

[Scarabia Dorm – Kalim's Room]

[alarm rings]

Kalim: Nnn…Urgh… What's that noise? I'm still sleepy… Just 5 more minutes…

Kalim: Ah! Wait, I was totally planning to wake up and get ready on my own today 'cause it's my birthday!

Kalim: I'll just grab my hairband, and… Alright, I'm ready to go. Onwards to the washroom!

[Scarabia Dorm – Washroom]

Kalim: Good morning, everyone! Hm? What's up, why are you all looking so surprised?

Kalim: It's my birthday today, right? I set my alarm and woke up all by myself. I can get myself ready today, too.

Kalim: First, I'll wash my face. Urgh, the water is so cold… I'm feeling wide awake now…!

Kalim: Huh? Hot water'll come out if I do this? Woah, I didn't know～ Thanks for telling me.

Kalim: Okay, next I'll do my makeup. …Hm? Skin care? Mmm, I didn't bring any with me today, so I'll just skip it.

Kalim: Right, so makeup… Wait, what am I supposed to start with again? I'm so used to having everything prepared for me.

[students clamor]

Kalim: Meh, I'll just pick something at rand… Eh, you're gonna let me use your moisturizer and milk lotion? 'Cause you're afraid of what could happen later?

Kalim: Oh, you're such a worrywart～ But, thanks. Then I'll try using it.

Kalim: …Oooh, my skin feels so springy now!

Kalim: Okay, so now, I'll finally do my make… Hm? I should apply this foundation to my skin first? And then this next…? Okay.

Kalim: I can work on my eyeshadow, finally. What should I choose today…? This one? Hmmm, is this a little too boring to wear on my birthday?

Kalim: Oh yeah, I'll pick this one! A sibling sent it to me as a birthday gift.

[students clamor]

Kalim: What's wrong, why are you guys all startled? …Huuuh, I didn't know it was a big-name brand.

Kalim: It really is pretty and sparkly. I really like it.

Kalim: I wonder what it's made of. …Oh, it's fine powder made from highly valuable magestones?

[Kalim hugs Scarabia student]

Kalim: Woooah… …You know a ton of stuff, huh!

Kalim: I gotta put out a letter thanking them for this awesome present.

Kalim: Ummm, so I'll pick this color on top of this one, and… How's it look? Sparkly and good, right? Great!

Kalim: All that's left is for me to put balm on my lips and I'm done! Okay, guys, I'm heading back to my room. You all should quickly finish getting ready… Hm!?

Kalim: Oh nooo, my hair's got serious bedhead! What am I supposed to do fix my hair?

[Jamil rushes in and exclaims in panic]

Kalim: Oh hey, Jamil! Yep, I woke up all on my own today. And my makeup's all done thanks to everyone's help. Didn't I do great?

Kalim: But, uh… I'm beggin' you! Can you fix my hair～?

[Main Street]

Kalim: Heeeey, Sebek! You free after classes today?

Sebek: …We already had this conversation yesterday, Kalim-senpai.

Kalim: Oh, did we? Aw man, I was really hoping you'd come to my birthday party, though, Sebek.

Sebek: I-If you're that insistent… I guess I could give you a word or two, at least. Happy Birthday, Kalim-senpai.

Kalim: Thank you, Sebek! I feel like today's gonna be the best, just hearing you say that!

Requested by Anonymous.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

The House Guest 5

Warnings: non/dubcon, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Character: Bucky Barnes

Summary: an old acquaintance calls in a favour, leaving you with an unexpected house guest.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

The speaker drones lowly, your playlist cycling through your most listened. You fall into your routine. You always liked cooking. It was always comforting. Your grandmother taught you all her favourite recipes whenever you came around. The familiar aromas bring back what can never truly be. 

You split the squash with a large knife, the thunk jarring you. You might not be the safest person in the kitchen but you’ve yet to do worse than a few nicks. You gut the seeds from inside and scoop in a heap of butter and brown sugar, then drizzle the rest with maple syrup. You’ll bake that while you work on the roast. 

The back door clatters and makes you flinch. Somehow, you almost forgot. That needling presence never really fades completely but you felt somewhat normal. 

You listen as Bucky lingers at the back door. He appears in the kitchen door as you look over. His grey jacket is streaked in dirt and his hands are similarly filthy. You give him a curious squint. 

“Got rid of that dead stump. Rot’s not good to keep around,” he explains. 

“Oh, right, you... wait? How did you do that? I was supposed to borrow Ian’s axe--” 

“Don’t need an axe,” he wiggles his vibranium fingers at you. “Gonna wash up. Anything I can help out with in here?” 

“Think I’m good,” you assure him, “I’m almost done.” 

“Mm, smells good,” he glances the pan of squash. 

“Hope so,” you reply. 

He watches you a moment before he turns away. His footsteps echo after him and fade into the soft music. You carry on, putting quartered onions and garlic cloves round the cut of meat. You baste and season, then put it all in the stove. 

You gather up the peels and seeds into your hands and head down the hall to toss it all in the compost. You get to the back door and clamour through, dumping it all into the barrel. You dust your hands off before you head inside. 

You didn’t notice the open door before. You’re slightly embarrassed as you glance over and catch Bucky lathering up his hands in the sink. You quickly flit away without another look. Oops. 

Cramped quarters are bound to get awkward but you hadn’t expected that sight. Bucky, shirtless, focused on his hands as he scrubbed away the dirt. You can see it vividly as you try not to think of it.  

The tortured flesh around his left shoulder, trimming the dark metal of his prosthetic, his other arm as hard as the other, firm and rounded with muscle. His chest full and just as taut, though his middle was softer. The little bit that stuck out over his pants and the extra layer of padding up his stomach filled him out, though there was strength woven into his entire body. 

You shake your head and swallow. You wipe down the counter and rinse off the used dishes and cutlery. You busy yourself and do your best to forget. 

You open the fridge and take out a bottle of sparkling water. You close it and nearly cry out as Bucky stands behind the door. He reaches up to grip the top of the fridge. He wears a fresh ribbed tank top, his arm flexing as he looms over you. 

“Mind grabbing me a beer, please and thanks.” 

“Uh, yeah, sorry,” you open the door again and take out a bottle of beer.  

“Sorry?” He echoes as the fridge closes with a nudge of your elbow, “for what?” 

“Um, nothing, just, didn’t hear you, I guess.” 

“Ah, so it’s not that Canadian thing you do?” 

“Canadian thing?” 

“You apologised for tripping earlier.” He shrugs as he accepts the beer. 

“Oh? Habit, maybe. I didn’t notice.” 

He chortles, “you know, I served with some Canadians. Good soldiers. They always show up.” 

“Wow, I... makes sense... my great grandfather served. Came back and drove a truck after,” you say. “My grandmother talked about him a lot but I was too young to remember him before he passed.” 

“Sorry,” he says, “ha, there I go, huh? Or is it eh?” You give him a look. He uncaps his beer and arches a brow. “What’s that for?” 

“What?” You wonder. 

“That look? Sam did say you could be a bit... never mind.” 

“He said I could be a bit what?” You twist of the plastic lid of your flavoured water. 

“Nothing, he always says shit, you know? Tells everybody I’m a grumpy old man. I’m old and I’m tired, not grumpy,” he insists as he leans on the counter and drinks his beer. As he does, he lifts his vibranium hand and picks at his thumb with the index. “Mm,” he pulls his lips off the neck, “you got a cuticle stick or something? This damn thing collects dirt like a broom.” 

“I might have something. Got Q-Tips,” you offer. 

“Whatever you got. I should probably clean this thing before dinner,” he says. 

“Sure, let me just go look.” 

You put your water down and squeeze past him. He doesn’t shy away, crowding you as you pass him. You don’t know if he’s just not paying attention or what.  

You go down to the bathroom and pull out the drawer. You wince as something rolls against the front. Shit. You really hope he wasn’t looking around already. You reach inside and take out the suction toy you shove it up your sleeve. Would he know what the silicon rose was? 

You search around and find a nail kit. You bought it thinking you were going to go camping but that never happened. Maybe next year. 

You dip into your room and tuck the silicon toy on the bookshelf then head back to the kitchen. You hand him the small case. “Brand new. You can keep it.” 

“Oh, uh, thanks,” he accepts it, wiggling it between his fingers, “I’ll just go... take care of this.” 

He drinks again from his beer and sidles through the doorway next to you. You slip through and retreat to the stove as warmth blooms around it. Is it the cooking that’s making you sweat or something else? 

[changingplumbob]

Second Round - Day One (3PO) 3 of 3

@lostinsixam, @igglemouse, @simstagramsomeone, @daedriyth, @ashubii, @simscici

Lara: Thank you, thank you! Just wait for my next comeback! *laughs*

Abigail: *shocked* Wha-HOW?! Is this real life?

Lara: Whether it’s luck or talent, I really put a lot of effort into it! As did you Abby

Abigail: I just wish I was in a better mood today

Lara: I'm sorry. We only get one date this round so I hope you feel better by your turn

Abigail: Maybe I'll grab a snack

Lara decided she wanted to go to the beach for her solo date.

Deanna: Do you think you're mostly lucky or unlucky?

Lara: Just being here already makes me feel super lucky, honestly! *laughs*

Deanna: Such a compliment *winks* What's the luckiest or unluckiest thing that has ever happened to you?

Lara: If I had to pick a memorable moment, it would be the time I accidentally set one of the DJ equipment pieces on fire. I was still pretty new at it, and a friend had kindly given me the chance to play at one of his shows. But after the DJ booth caught fire, the party turned into complete chaos. Luckily, it was an open-air venue and no one got hurt… so in the end, I guess I was lucky after all, right?

Deanna: Can we get deep for a bit? My family believe in the watcher but I know not everyone does. Do you believe in fate, you know, destiny? Or do you think we're all at the mercy of some watcher?

Lara: I like to believe that we’re truly free to choose what we want to do, when, and how we want to do it

Deanna: Can I ask what makes you believe that?

Lara: The idea of a pre-written destiny for my life feels a bit limiting. It’s a romantic notion, sure, but I’d rather choose who I’m going to love than live in the uncertainty of whether someone out there is the one

Deanna: Say you can live anywhere. Where would you live?

Lara: Hmm... definitely San My. I love the big city vibe! The lights, the busy routine, the parties… But Tomarang is really charming too, and I’ve heard the night market is a major highlight. So I think I’d choose to live there as well! Oops, I picked two worlds *laughs*. I’m a bit indecisive... there are just so many fun and amazing places to live!

Deanna: I have to say I like being in Tartosa because it's close to my family

Lara: I wouldn’t mind living in Tartosa or somewhere nearby. After all, we can always travel to other places for vacation, right?

Deanna: I could be persuaded to move if it was to somewhere stable, not constant packing and unpacking

Lara: Respecting that you don't like to travel much,I’m okay with that too. Traveling occasionally for vacations is normal and even healthy, but even I couldn’t handle traveling all the time. To give you an idea, I don’t go to concerts that are far from where I live; the ones nearby are a whole different story! *laughs*

Abby has picked the park for her date this round.

Deanna: Do you think you're mostly lucky or unlucky?

Abby: *smiles awkwardly* Well... let's just say if luck favors the bold, then I'm 100% unlucky.

Deanna: What's the unluckiest thing that has ever happened to you then?

Abby: I once tried to prank my sister by putting hair dye in the shampoo bottle, but then I forgot about it, and went to take a shower that night... Let's just say cheese yellow is not my color.

Deanna: *laughing* Oh no! Cheese yellow is the worst

Deanna: Can we get deep for a bit? My family believe in the watcher but I know not everyone does. Do you believe in fate, you know, destiny? Or do you think we're all at the mercy of some watcher?

Abby: I don't believe in destiny, not the mercy of some Watcher

Deanna: Can I ask what makes you believe that?

Abby: Not because I don't think is impossible, but because the thought of someone else having control over my own life freaks me out. So yeah, I prefer to believe we create our own destiny.

Deanna: Say you can live anywhere. Where would you live?

Abby: Nordhaven, for sure, it has such a cool vibe without being too much like a big city. But honestly, any Simrope world would be fine by me.

Deanna: I have to say I like being in Tartosa because it's close to my family. I could be persuaded to move if it was to somewhere stable though

Abby: I get it. I too like being close to my sister, and even my friends. The idea of being constantly on the move isn't appealing to me either. So I think finding a place that we both feel good about, and puts us on equal grounds is key here.

With the dates concluded it's skill time back at the villa. The contestants get four hours today to focus on a skill of their choice. Kennedy and Lara both choose to work on their charisma. Hedging her bets Abby chooses to study fitness. Getting more specific Kay, Callie and Jerrica all pick studying rock climbing.

While Deanna is prepping food for everyone I catch up with her about the dates.

Devin: Last round you had to wait and wait for a date with Lara. You get it first this time

Deanna: *smiling* it was nice to spend time with her and Abby. Abby in particular impressed me

Devin: Oh?

Deanna: I know she woke up sad and she was a bit gloomy on the date BUT she pushed through it. She was chatting and flirting despite her mood which felt nice

Devin: Any sentiments?

Deanna: *sad sigh* Not this time. I mean friendship and romance increased but they weren't gold level dates

Deanna fixed everyone dinner. At this point autonomy is set to full again. Deanna will not start conversations, it's up to contestants. Deanna is locked out of all bedrooms but the rest will have access to beds for sleeping and computer distractions.

The group is so quiet I check twice that I did in fact toggle on full autonomy. No one talks to anyone while they eat… maybe they've run out of goodwill for the day?

Deanna: I just want to say, I know you didn't technically win but I loved your song

Kennedy: Shucks

Deanna: I'm sure one of the challenges will go your way

Kennedy: *blushes* Thanks

Abby: *gets even sadder*

Lara: *decides to comfort eat extra fruit salad*

Kennedy goes to bed early, followed soon by Callie. After doing the dishes Jerrica goes to play on a computer, so does Kay. I guess they all really didn't want to talk. Abby talks! To herself… in the mirror… to cheer herself up so she's excused from the odd behaviour.

Lara: De, can we talk

Deanna: Sure. What's up?

Lara: I'm just feeling bad about our date. I know it didn't go as well as it could have

Deanna: Everyone has off days. And hey we still got closer

Lara: We did! But umm... I wondered if I could try out another song?

Lara serenades Deanna who swoons. Maybe they didn't have a mindblowing date but let's not forget Lara has a solid lead at this point. Although with her solo date for the round done other contestants have room to shine.

Beach venue found on the gallery by Chellsdi Park venue by @ethicaltreatmentofcowplants Villa renovation by @paracosmic-sims

[brokenengene]

rip my heart out {chapter three}

pairing: park jay x f reader. jake sim x f reader, yang jungwon x f reader

genre: zombie apocalypse au, slow burn romance, found family, action, dystopian

content warnings: intense themes, cursing/profanity, violence, weapon usage, dark themes, brief mention of past abuse, love triangles, angst, blood, injuries, death, kissing, sexual tension, suggestive content, smut in later chapters

chapter specific warning: lots of making out (oops), implied virginity loss (fade to black)

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word count: 4.2k

soundtrack: if it's not with you - maggie lindemann

'Sparks'

October: One month before the outbreak

The school bell rings, and you clutch your backpack. Walking towards your next class period. You let out a sigh of dread. You don’t just hate biology. You’re not good at it either. For some reason, science just isn’t your strong suit. The staggering 'D' looks out of place on a report card filled with 'A's. 

“Alright, for our next unit, you’ll need to get into pairs. This course includes a lot of lab work, so choose wisely.” The teacher announces.

Perfect. Just what you want to hear. You sit nervously as the rest of the class giggles and gets into pairs. Ever since freshman year, you’ve always kind of been the odd one out. By this point, you’ve gotten used to it.

You fidget with your thumbs in your lap, and the sound of chatter from the classroom surrounds you. You’re snapped out of your trance by the sound of the door opening. A boy with large glasses and messy dark hair stumbles into the classroom. His arms are full of books. 

“Sorry, I’m late, Mrs.Dean. I won’t let it happen again!” He says as he takes the only open seat in the front, right next to you. You glance over at him, observing his frantic state. 

“Perfect timing! We have one student who is still looking for a partner. You’ll be working together for the rest of the unit.” Mrs. Dean says with a firm tone, leaving room for arguments as she gestures towards you.

 Embarrassed, you put your head on the desk. Hiding your face, wanting nothing more than for the day to come to an end. 

He looks at you with a soft smile. “Hey, guess we’re partners now? Are you excited about the new unit? I’ve been dying to get to this class. Cells, mutations, it’s all so fascinating, isn’t it?”

“Fascinating if it makes sense..I can’t even figure out the Punnett squares.” You say, pulling your face out of your elbows, looking up at your new partner with a weak laugh. 

“Oh yeah! Aren't you the girl who set off the fire alarm freshman year with your chemistry project?” He asks curiously.

“God, don’t remind me..” You say with a low groan as you open up your textbook, flipping to the correct unit page.

“Sorry, didn't mean to hit a nerve, Sparky..” He says innocently. Almost like he didn't realize the nickname made you hurt. If it were any of the popular kids calling you that name, you'd hate it. When it comes out of his mouth, it makes you feel completely different.

“Ah, Sparky, almost forgot about that,” you say with a soft, painful chuckle. You look him in the eyes, noticing his messy dark hair and large-framed glasses as he smiles back. “What's your-”

“Just call me Kent. Everyone does. You know, Glasses? Superman?” He swiftly interrupts you. Gesturing to his appearance. You have to admit, you do see it.

“Kent?” You ask, your expression softening as you feel his name fall from your lips.

“Yeah, it started back in middle school. The other kids were making fun of me, and it just kind of stuck.” He says with a weak laugh. 

You both diligently focus on your work until the bells ring. Mrs. Dean dismisses the class right on time. 

You let out a sigh of relief. Slamming your textbook shut and stuffing it into your backpack. You swing the bag over your shoulder as you start to walk down the crowded halls.

“Hey Sparks?” your new partner calls out as you shift through the crowded hallway. You stop in your tracks, turning to look at Kent pushing through the crowd.

He weaves in and out of the crowd until he finally reaches your side. You both step out of the way and lean against the lockers. He hands you a piece of paper with his phone number and real name scribbled on it with messy handwriting. 

You look up into his eyes, noticing just how big, round, and wide they are. Almost like you could see galaxies swimming behind the large frames of glass. 

“If you ever get stuck with the homework, don't hesitate to give me a call.”

You take the paper, a soft smile tugging at the corner of your lips. At the generous nature of his offer.

“Thanks, I appreciate it.” You say, your voice laced with affection. 

No one at school has ever looked at you that way. After years of being the weird, quiet girl who sometimes tries a little too hard, for the first time, you feel seen.

“See ya around Sparks.” He says his cheeks are flushing as he holds his textbooks closer to his chest. He turns to weave through the crowded halls, fighting to make sure he isn't late to two classes in one day.

November: 3 weeks before the outbreak:

“Ladies and gentlemen, the time is now 8:45, the library will be closing in just fifteen minutes, please make your final selections and don't hesitate to ask a librarian for assistance. Thank You! And have a good night.”

Tears swell in your eyes as you look at your laptop. Textbooks and notes are spread over the computer desk. Your eyes are tired from exhaustion and lack of sleep.

Your midterm final for biology is coming up, and you're trying so hard to prepare. You’ve tried everything, flash cards, computer games, anything to help you pass. 

Over the past few weeks of helping, you and Kent have become closer. Friends even. The good morning texts, the study sessions, the late-night calls. You can't help but find yourself wanting to see him more, wanting to know him more. There's a tension between you that both of you keep denying out of nerves. 

“Hey Sparks, let's just go ahead and call it quits for tonight. I don't want you burning out before midterms.” Kent says as he softly pats your back in an attempt to provide comfort.

The lights dim.

“Why do I feel like such an idiot…I don't know why you even try to help me. At this point, it's a lost cause.” You say, sniffling from the tears, as you turn to pack your textbook and laptop back into your bag.

“Sparks.. don't say things like that.” He says firmly, grabbing your wrist to stop you from violently shoving your laptop into your backpack in frustration. You pause, breath hitching at his touch. Your eyes drop down to his hand wrapped around your wrist before he softly laces his fingers with yours under the desk.

“You're not a lost cause, ok? I can’t stand to hear you talk about yourself like that.” He says his voice is a soft, shaky whisper. He reaches up with his free hand to gently wipe away your tears with his thumb.

His heart races as he pulls you closer, his breath hitching at the proximity. The corner of his lips tugs into a smirk of disbelief. He's so close to you right now, his eyes flick down to look at your lips. A gentle gasp for air escapes his lips before he subtly licks his own. 

“You're the only person who doesn't treat me like I'm a walking study guide,” He says, chuckling softly with the self-deprecating comment. He's still so close. His hand slides to cup your face. Gently brushing against your hair, around your ear.

“You are so intelligent, Sparks, I don't care if no one else can see it because I certainly can. You’re beautiful inside and out.”

He whispers against your lips. Your heart stops. There's only a few breaths of space between you two.

“I’ve been dying to kiss you, Sparks..”

He whispers, his voice barely audible at how soft and delicate it is. You squeeze his hand tightly as you take a deep breath, subtly giving him consent.

“Is that a yes?” He asks softly against your lips. Knowing this could change everything between you for better or for worse.

“It's a yes.."

He leans in, nervously capturing your lips with his own. You're breathless as he parts your soft lips with your own. You squeeze his hand tighter. Without words still telling him, you want this.

You start to get comfortable with the feeling. Warmth fills your chest as you taste the lingering peppermint from your shared latte. Your lips part with a soft gasp. He seizes the opportunity to taste you even more. 

He captures your lips again, harder, with a little bit of added suction. Only to release them, but not for long. His hand releases yours as it slides to grip your waist. He tits his head slightly, quickly diving in to taste more of you.

The cool material of his glasses presses against your cheek as he kisses you. 

“God, Sparks..” He whimpers breathlessly against your lips. The library is so quiet, you can hear the racing beat of his heart. His cheeks flushed a soft pink with arousal.

He looks into your eyes, his glasses slightly fogged from the heat of your breath combined. He leans in to kiss you again, laughing nervously as his glasses knock against your nose.

“Shit, sorry..” He whispers. His glasses crooked on his nose and fogging up again as your lips softly drag against his own shamelessly. You gently tug at his bottom lip before letting it go. 

You reach up, gently cupping his face before locking eyes with him. You hesitate before grabbing the edge of his glasses, slowly sliding them off his face, and gently laying them on the computer desk. 

“Sparks, keep kissing me.” He whimpers as you lean back in, claiming his lips with your own. His lips part in invitation, and you gladly accept. Softly letting your tongue meet his with a breathless moan.

“God, I'm so into you-” He whimpers as he starts to fall apart right in the middle of the cold, dark library.

“Ladies and gentlemen, the time is now 8:55, the library will be closing in just five minutes, please make your final selections and don't hesitate to ask a librarian for assistance. Thank You! And have a good night.”

You slow the kiss to a stop, breaking away nervously as you hear the announcement on the intercom. Your lips glistening and swollen as you look down at him. “I guess we should probably get going.”

You swiftly pack your things. The tension thickens between you as you exit the library. You cross your arms around your chest at the cold wind. You can see your breath in the air as you struggle to steady your still-racing heart. 

You walk by Kent's side as flurries of snow start to fall. The snow quickly picks up, sticking to your hair and clothes. The white flurries stick to the top of his dark hair like powdered sugar.

You continue to tread through the snow, and it only starts to fall quicker and quicker. The Christmas lights tied around the light poles are covered in a thin sheet of ice. You watch nervously as cars slip and slide on the now icy road. You reach a few more blocks until you turn onto the driveway of Kent's house. The neighborhood looks like a scene out of a Christmas movie. The only cars parked outside are yours and his. 

“Hey Sparks, this looks pretty bad out there. You should just crash at my place for the night. It'll be dangerous for you to drive home in all that mess.” 

You both tumble in the door, bringing snow and mud into the hall.  Both were wet from the melted snow. You both take off your coats and boots. Letting out a soft laugh as you follow him up the stairs into his bedroom. 

“Here you can wear some of my clothes, I’m sorry you got all wet.” He says as he shuffles through his dresser before pulling out a pair of loose sweatpants and an oversized shirt. You take it, swiftly stripping your wet clothes off and sliding into the warm, dry ones that smell fresh yet sweet. Just like Kent.

He steps into his bathroom to change, giving you a little bit of privacy. Once you're both changed, you take a look at the clock. “God, it's been such a long day..” You say as you plop down on his mattress with a soft thud. 

You turn to Kent, your cheeks flushed from the cold and the memories of the kiss. The feeling still lingers in your tongue. He chuckles as he joins you on the mattress, his front pressing softly against your back. His arms wrapped around you, holding you close in the cold.

“So about that kiss..” He whispers, his breath warm against your neck. His hand came to rest on your waist. 

“What about it?” You whisper back, leaning back into his embrace. The heat between your bodies only intensifies.

“I've never kissed anyone like that before, that was...intense.” He says his breath is shaky as his lips brush against the side of your neck. He presses a gentle kiss to the softness of your skin.

“I can't stop thinking about how it made me feel.” He whispers, his hands shaky as they gently run underneath your skirt, brushing against your skin just above the waistband of his borrowed sweatpants.

“Sparks, I've never done anything like this, if you couldn't tell already.” He says his voice is shaky as you roll over to face him. You both awkwardly shift into position. You lie breathless beneath him, your heart stopping its beat just at the way he's looking at you. The room is incredibly dark, the only light coming from a small lamp on his study desk in the corner of his room. 

You both sink into the covers as he uses his knee to open up your legs, making room for him to lie comfortably on top of you. His forearms straining as he cages you in, hands on either side of your face.

Your breath hitches as he takes off his glasses in preparation for what's to come, tossing them onto the nightstand before cupping your face with the same hand.

He kisses you again, like he’s searching for something more. His breathing gets heavier as you feel him starting to get more turned on from the intimate nature of the moment.

He pulls away to catch his breath, his lips lazily dragging down your throat. The room feels like it's on fire as he whispers huskily against your skin. 

“I’ve never had a girl in my bed before.. And I've never been more turned on in my life. I want more, so much more.” He softly moans as he slides one of his hands down the side of your body. Confessing things he never imagined he'd say out loud.

“There were so many nights when I thought about you.” His grip on your hip tightens, whimpering as he kisses your lips harder, it's messy, it's rough, and you can feel his control slipping by the second.

“Sparks, I’m nervous if I go too far, I’ll mess everything up.” his voice is shaky as his fingertips push the oversized shirt up more and more, revealing your skin to his heated gaze. You can barely breathe at his confession. You nod, helping him to lift your shirt up and over your head.

 He says as he sits up on his knees, stripping his shirt off his body before coming back down to rest on top of you. His hands hold your waist down as he kisses down the side of your neck. You let out soft moans at the warm feeling of his lips. “I have no idea what I’m doing..But I want to learn everything about how to make you fall apart.”

“You don't sound like an awkward virgin right now.” You say with a breathless chuckle. He gasps into your lips again. His heart felt like it could beat out of his chest any moment. He’s feeling everything, nervousness, anticipation, desire.. “God, I'm not going to last long, you'll see..”

“I don't care. This is my first time, too.” You whisper into his ear as his head rests in the crook of your neck. His heart beats with intensity as you feel his breath on your skin. “I have no idea what to do either..” 

“Then let's figure this out...just be patient with me Sparks..” He says deeply as he trails kisses down your body. Every move he makes is purely on instinct. His lips make you forget any thought that isn’t about him. His body, his sounds, his everything. 

“If you say yes, I’ll learn every inch of you from scratch. Damn it, I’m shaking already..” He mumbles with a nervous chuckle as he kisses across the expanse of your exposed skin. “I don’t care how messy this gets, please, Sparks..Tell me you want this as badly as I do.”

With a whisper of three letters, your whole world changes with a “yes.”

Late November: The day of the outbreak {Kent's POV}

I feel like I’m in heaven as her lips are on mine. I kiss her back, but it’s obvious she’s the one in charge. My hands slide to her waist, thumbs tracing the waistband of her pants before I slide up to rub comforting circles into her lower back. 

Things heat up quickly. She's not holding back anymore now that she’s my girlfriend. I feel her body pressing desperately against mine. A soft chuckle falls from my lips, yet still I’m breathless.

“Woah, Sparks, slow down..” I gasp, the nickname slipping from my tongue with ease. 

I can't hold back either. Reaching down the side of the passenger seat and reclining the chair all the way back.

 “Comfortable?” I say playfully against her swollen lips. 

She grins, kissing me like she’ll never see me again. Laughing as she tangles her fingertips into my dark hair. Every moment with her feels like I’m in heaven. I haven’t known her long, but I don’t know what I would do without her. 

“What the fuck” she curses, slowly pulling away from me with furrowed brows. 

The music coming from the radio fizzles out. I try to catch my breath as I watch my girlfriend smash the channel button. Visibly Frustrated that the moment was ruined.  

I look past my girlfriend, glancing briefly out the window. Is that smoke? Flames even? Did a car catch on fire? I sit up in the passenger seat. 

“Is something on fire?”

I look out the window and see smoke and flames for blocks. Cars drive off the road, and the sound of terror can be heard from every corner. I can smell the ash and soot already. And I know in my gut, this isn’t good. 

The voice of a terrified news anchor cuts through the noise. Their voice is quivering, like they’re trying to keep it together on the air. 

“Authorities have warned all civilians to stay sheltered in place. There is an unknown disease spreading violently. Do not come in contact with anyone who appears to be infected. The National Guard has been deployed to areas with the highest infection rates-“

That’s all I hear before the radio cuts to static. 

“I’ve got to go-“

I watch as Sparks jumps out of the car, adjusting her clothes as he sprints north towards the direction of her house. 

“Sparks!”

I yell back, but she’s too quick, already gone. 

I quickly grab my jacket and throw the car door open. The smoke makes my eyes water as the cold wind blows it into my face. I started to run after her. More and more smoke is getting caught in my lungs. I pull up my shirt to try and filter the air. 

The city is in ruin. I step over mutilated bodies as I run in the same direction as Sparks. I hear sirens and the sound of tanks as the National Guard marches into the city. There’s blood, so much blood. But all I can think about is her and if she’s ok. 

Something slams into me, then everything goes black. 

Sirens wail as I slowly open my eyes. My body was lying lifeless on the concrete. Blood trickles down my face from my skull. My vision is hazy, glasses broken and thrown away from the crash. I look to my left to see a broken car crashed into a light pole right next to me. 

Holy Shit. 

I can’t move. 

I try to sit up, but I physically can’t. My body feels like it’s being held down to earth with a magnet. I just want to get to Sparks. I need to know she’s alive, but I’m frozen in place. 

Silent tears start to fall down my face as I lie nearly lifeless on the concrete, completely paralyzed. As I realize that’s the last time I might not be able to reach her. I notice the concrete turning red, and I'm not sure if it's my blood or someone else's. 

The noise of walkie-talkies cuts through the sirens. 

“Over here! There’s a boy! He hasn’t been infected yet.” Yells one of the soldiers. 

The rustling sounds of boots come closer and closer. But I’m too broken to care. 

“He’s still breathing! Load him onto the stretcher. Take him to the hospital in the safe zone.” The soldier yells. 

And that’s the last thing I hear before I wake up in hell.

Present day: 5 years after the outbreak

Jungwon sits at his desk, as focused as he can be on his second day of no sleep.. The bright, fluorescent lights of the underground cellar flicker as his eyes scan over more files, more charts, more maps. 

A tall man with dark hair pushes the door open. His expression was annoyed as he saw Jungwon sitting at his desk, still sifting through documents. His eyes were tired, and his skin was pale. 

“Insulin, just as requested boss.” The tall man says as he throws a poorly wrapped box onto Jungwon's desk. Jungwon looks up at him from the top of his files. 

“Thank you, Riki. You’ll be compensated accordingly.” Jungwon says bluntly as he immediately goes back to his files.

Jungwon pushes his chair back. Stretching his arms and shoulders as he walks towards the large board in the middle of his office. He looks over the lab tests and maps. His handwriting scribbled over the papers in red ink.

“Did we make any progress when I was gone, boss?” Riki asks curiously as he leans against the doorframe. His arms and tall legs crossed as he watched Jungwon pace back and forth. 

“Yes? Maybe? Ugh the virus mutates so fast it’s damn near impossible to study it. I still can’t figure out..just.. FUCK-�� Jungwon yells as he tosses his files with rage. He lets his fingers tug at his hair with frustration. 

“3 years.. 3 years since I escaped that hellhole and I’ve found nothing..how many more people are going to have to die!” He says as he puts his face in his hands with frustration. 

“Hey boss, don’t be too hard on yourself, we’re really all just tryin’ our best out here..” Riki says, his brows furrowing as he watches Jungwon, usually calm, collected, and stoic, lose it right in front of him. 

“But it’s not good enough! She’s still out there, and the S.P.A.R.K project has barely made any progress!” Jungwon yells back as he paces back and forth, his eyes tired from the endless nights of studying, searching. 

“Why’d you even call it that anyway? What’s so special about it? You’ve got this look in your eyes every time it gets brought up.” Riki says calmly. His brows furrowed with confusion. 

“It’s stupid..” Jungwon says as he lets out a deep sigh, finally calming down from his frustrations. He runs another hand through his hair, adjusting his glasses as he looks back at Riki.

“Don’t care. I like stupid.” Riki says firmly as he closes the large metal door before coming to lean against Jungwon's cold desk. 

“Jungwon pulls open one of the drawers. Pulling out a torn Polaroid photo. The color is faded, and it’s been taped together over and over again.” Her..that’s Sparks. At least that’s what I called her. 

Riki’s expression is soft as he takes the Polaroid in his hands. Gently holding it, careful not to break it any more than it already has been. “She looks young-“

“She was almost seventeen. It was junior year of high-school and damn..I don’t know if I was just young and horny or seriously in love with her. Never got enough time to figure it out.” Jungwon watches as Riki’s eyes scan over the Polaroid. 

“If you named this whole project after her, I think you have your answer, “ Riki says as he glances at Jungwon again. Watching how his brows furrow with thought.

“Even if I did love her, I never got to tell her. I still remember it all. The last day I saw her. We had snuck off to make out in my car.” He says with a painful chuckle.

“And the world just happened to turn to hell that day. She was brave, braver than I. She ran straight home to save her family. And I haven’t seen her since.” 

There’s an uncomfortable silence between the two before Riki speaks up with a whisper.

“Think she’s still alive?”

“She has to be…I know she is..” Jungwon says as he stands up from his chair. Bending down to pick up all the files and paperwork, he shuffles through them again before looking back towards Riki.

“I’m gonna find her, Riki..I'm not dying until I get a chance to kiss her again.” Jungwon states with a firm tone. 

And he means every word. 

note: Chapter 3 is finished! I hope you guys like the flashback and the little twist at the end. There's more to come soon. I'm currently editing Chapter 4, it's got some smut, so be prepared for things to get spicy :) I'd love to hear your thoughts! If you like the story so far, just leave a comment and I'll add you to the taglist! I promise there will be zombies soon!

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If you missed it:

{chapter two- 'safe house'}

{chapter four -'i know why you ran'}

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[11queensupreme11]

What are all the Yans doing for valentines for Percy?

the greeks don't really celebrate it 😅 what i COULD find was something called the "Festival of the Arcadian Lykaia" which was celebrated in ancient greece, but it was more of an ancient ritual to the god pan then it evolved to the roman's festival "lupercalia" which was more darker cuz it consisted of men sacrificing animals as a show of virility and then chased women down to whip them with their hides 💀 they were all naked too lmao

poseidon would not care for valentines day, whether the archaic version or the modern version. but if he hears that his precious daughter-wife wants to celebrate it with him, he'd go crazy with it lmao. he'd throw the most lavish date somewhere in his empire at the most beautiful spot he could find, then he'd lovingly fuck her brains out 💖

hades would be similar! but while poseidon would NOT want to be anywhere near the land of midgard, hades knows she would like that so he'd actually take here there for a date!!!! but he's the god of wealth and riches, so he's not letting her have anything but the best of the best (which in his opinion, isn't really that impressive since it's all midgardian, but anything for wifey 💖)

no midgard for apollo, pls 💀 he's more focused on making this date as romantic and relaxing as ever. they stay on delos (so the other gods would keep away) and they have a relaxing spa treatment where she's pretty much doted on and pampered. she'll be sooo taken care of that she'll forget the 1297341 problems in her life 🥰

beelzebub would take her out to midgard and pretty much let her do whatever she wants. she's in charge for the day. he'll let her take him anywhere, do anything, and he'll buy whatever she wants. they'll be handcuffed as always, but don't worry, he put cute little heart charms on the chains to make it more romantic 🥺

loki's not taking her to midgard lmaooo. he'd settle with the human side of valhalla and that's it 😂 he'll even take her to new york city, but in a different time setting. wanna check out 1970s nyc? let's go! (oh but he forgot about the mafia oops)

after anubis secures a babysitter for kebi, he takes percy EVERYWHERE. amusement parks, disneyworld, some sports game where he pays the dude to put them on a kiss cam so everyone can watch him completely DEVOUR her mouth 😭😭😭 he completely forgets that percy needs sleep cuz after that, he takes her home just to fuck her stupid 😭

cú chulainn has no idea wtf to do but he knows that she likes cute stuff and the color blue. so he goes and yanks out a whole ass blue wisteria tree from its roots:

and then shoves it at her face the way one would hand over a bouquet of flowers like "here, i guess 🙄💙" 😭😭😭

[literaila]

will you ever think of writing reader's reaction to megumi going on a mission alone and getting hurt and after finishing the mission he stumbles home having lost a ton of blood and just looking very hurt ? her poor baby is hurt so what will she do ?

(waaaaay back in the past)

“what the hell is wrong with you?” you ask him, wanting to slap the stupid smirk off his face, the stupid glasses, and his stupid chiseled jaw.

his face is completely unfair. his attitude is infuriating.

satoru moves his jaw, wincing in pain. “if i don’t let him get a hit in, he doesn’t let me spar—“

“you let him hit you?”

your hand is holding his chin, keeping his stupid eyes on yours—even through the glasses, even if you can barely see them.

something about satoru gojo makes you want to run towards the edge of the nearest cliff, and then turn around so you can drag him along with you.

he is a terrible person.

“suguru would’ve noticed. i just forgot to block—he swung right,” he says it almost in awe, almost groaning, “he never swings right.”

“the more you talk, the stupider you sound.”

“let me go. it doesn’t even hurt.”

“i think he broke your nose.”

“what!?” he stands up, off of the table in the infirmary. you take a step back, scowling at him. your arms cross automatically. “is it crooked?”

“yes. it’s very ugly now.”

satoru scowls. and then he lights up, once again. you can basically feel it when he opens up all of his eyes. “it’s fine. shoko will fix it.”

you scoff at him, your glare an impenetrable thing.“shoko is busy. and this is your fault—don’t take up her energy just because you’re being an absolute idiot—“

“she likes practicing.”

“you know what i like?” you ask, taking a step closer, wishing that you could pop his convient little bubble and pull on his hair. “i like not having to drag you off of the court yard because you were stupid enough to let geto hit you!”

“he barely grazed me,” satoru crosses his arms. he’s looking down at you like he always does—self righteously, arrogantly. “i think you should calm down a little.”

you blink, watching him.

and then you tilt your head. “can you release your technique real quick?”

“huh? why?”

“so i can mess your face up even more—“ and then you push even closer to him, hands going up to his face and—just like you knew he would—satoru releases his technique.

maybe it’s because he’s caught off guard by your impromptu storming of him, or maybe it’s just because he’s finally gained some listening skills.

either way, it lands satoru sat back on the table, and you basically in his lap.

satoru coughs, holding his nose. “i think you broke it again,” he groans.

you look to him, wide eyes, and then down.

and, well, oops.

but you straighten your face out quickly. “good. i hope that hurts.”

“i didn’t do anything to deserve this.”

“just because you’re a loser who lets himself get attacked—“

“we were training—“

“doesn’t mean i should have to put up with it.”

your arms are crossed. you’re sitting in satoru gojo’s lap, staring intently at him, and it’s…

(well it’s sort of like a breath of air. it’s sort of like you’ve wanted to be here for the past year. sort of like you actually like him. which you don’t, just to be clear.)

then satoru smiles, and he’s almost hypnotizing you. “are you worried about me?”

“no. i’m worried about my own sanity. i already have to deal with everyone else getting hurt, i thought,” you take a breath, shaking your head. “i thought i was cleared with you. ‘cause of your… thingy.”

“my thingy?”

you roll your eyes. “you can apologize anytime, you know.”

“i’m very sorry that you have to look at me when im this disheveled.”

“you look the same as always.”

satoru pouts. “why would you say that?”

you scoff, flicking his head. “stop being an idiot—i know it’ll be difficult for you, but at least try.”

“are you flirting with me?”

“you wish.”

then satoru coughs again, still grinning at you, his face beginning to turn all sorts of purples.

there’s a moment where you stare at him, awaiting his next move.

but satoru only clears his throat. “are you, uh, going to get off of me?”

your eyes widen and you scramble to get off of him, basically elbowing satoru in the stomach while you do it, and you move five steps away from the table.

just in case.

satoru grins at you again. “well, i should probably call shoko so she—“

you cross your arms again. “i already did.”

“you did?”

“yeah. when you were washing the blood off of your face.”

satoru practically sparkles at you. “aren’t you sweet?”

“she’ll be here soon,” you say, looking away from him. “and you owe me.”

“of course,” satoru hums, “whatever you want.”

[meowstix]

i think i've talked abt this before on discord but like, i don't Get tsubasa's dark power arc i think. i just... don't get how it pertains to tsubasa as a character. even after rewatching s1 i still don't get it. like, okay, we have a few different concepts to work with here.

how and why tsubasa got the dark power

the dark power as a desire for power and winning for the sake of winning

a secret third thing that is largely irrelevant to our discussion (and largely nonspecific to tsubasa or the dark power, though frankly the dark power is a very nonspecific thing anyways) but it exists and i can yap about if prompted (warning: i WILL get very off track)

when i first watched metal masters, my assumption was that tsubasa got the dark power because he was involved with dark nebula. this would sort of make sense but also not really, seeing as how he wasn't actually on their side. this interpretation is seemingly completely unintended, but i kind of prefer it to the actual explanation, which is that tsubasa... got it from fighting ryuga?? because the dark power is like covid but really selective i guess.

this brings us to the question of why tsubasa specifically, which is the big thing that's hanging over this whole arc for me.

so like, for tsubasa the dark power is all "GRAHHH i must WIN!!!!!" right? but that's... not relevant to tsubasa's character up to this point at all. his focus on things such as getting stronger and winning are generally at a pretty normal level generally, and while there are a couple possibilities here... both of them are quite clearly not the case.

first up, seemingly the most tsubasa ever cares about winning in s1 is when he's up against ryuga, which is reasonable given that he's a major threat. so, maybe frustration at not being able to stop him, right? the problem here is twofold. while certainly a lot would have been avoided if tsubasa was able to defeat ryuga before battle bladers, that fight is not the root of the dark power. instead it's the one during battle bladers, where kyoya was the only one to get obliterated by ryuga afterwards (and benkei i think but also the show doesn't count him as part of the Getting Beat By Ryuga Club)

secondly, this is not a situation tsubasa is put through in baku- by the time a threat like ryuga pops up again his arc is over and he gets basically written out of the rest of the season. and of course, as i said, the dark power is about winning for the sake of winning- not something tsubasa particularly cares about.

the second possibility i only thought about during my rewatch of s1 and frankly would've been an insane move for this show (albeit a potentially really interesting one)

i think if i were tsubasa and someone told me this only to find out later they were talking about their son i would have turned them into a pile of blood on the spot. of course this is quite clearly not what the writers were going for, because if it was we would've seen tsubasa lash out at ginga, and also i just don't think the writers would do this especially considering fury.

i kinda had more when i first started writing this post but i had to go eat dinner partway through writing it and forgot some of what i was gonna say, or atleast how to say it. oops.

[everestgale]

More human voices? More human voices. I'm having lots of fun figuring out what my lads would look like as people! And coming up with all their outfits (I finally remembered how much I like coming up with clothes)! Though if you put them next to each other, none of them would look even remotely similar (or even from the same time period)... but that's okay, I've accepted that as the natural consequence of my actions/decisions! I'm making these for fun, after all :]

Here's who everyone is, plus random notes!

Skeptic & Opportunist! I swear it was not intentional, I just wanted to draw someone next to Oppy for height comparison, and Smitten was being difficult then. So, sure, unintentional Skeptunist it is. But I guess it worked out because their outfits are somewhat similar, so they look good together :]

Cold! He wears his coat pretty much all the time, but I wanted to also draw him without it, just to show his body type. Bonus little sketch for the "But bad is so much more interesting than numb" quote, I kind of adore how smug he looks in that one!!

And also 4, and also 5, all Smitten! Human!Smitten, just like his regular bird counterpart, was a difficult guy to design, he had to go through several iterations to get him to look even remotely okay-ish. But once I did get his design down, I liked it so much that I wanted to draw it again. If I had a nickel for every time Smitten was a pain to design, and yet somehow his design ended up being one of my favorites, I'd have two nickels.

Oh, and I did try drawing him with facial hair, just to see what he would look like, and it actually suits him surprisingly well-

Also, we love gender nonconformity on this blog. In fact, every time I look at my human!Smitten, I experience mild gender envy. Can I look like this guy- /lh /hj

So yeah, more random design misadventures from me! Just gotta design Stubborn, Broken, and Hunted, and then also make a new outfit for Cheated (I completely forgot that I had a specific fashion planned for him when I made the first sketch, oops!) These are very fun to make :]

[snailsand]

Paper Pippins tutorial!!!

(sitting down because i forgot how i did the standing legs on my first one oops) (i dont know how to write a tutorial so this might suck)

Head and Body

its two cubes! making the cubes is pretty simple:

youll want to draw and cut out this cross shape (the middle part will be the front of the body/side of the head)

fold it up into a cube shape and tape the edges (make sure to leave the TOP edge of the body OPEN!! this is how the head will connect later)

fancy suit

trace the sides of your body cube, youll end up with 3 squares. (the front/back one will be cut in half)

it can wrap around like this! make sure to leave that open edge at the top

the part with the tie

cut an appropriately sized square in white and this kite and square shape out of red (or green for battat)

assemble and glue this part to the suit, and the suit to the body (leave a bit of unglued space on the sides or front, depending on where you want the arms to be)

the arms

trace out an arm-like shape and cut them out. they can slide right under the suit, and can either be left like that to be slightly poseable, or you can add glue on the end of the arm to keep them in place. remember to erase your pencil lines!

the legs

cut out two equally sized rectangles, and wrap them into cylinders for the legs

to attach the feet, cut two smaller rectangles and fold them into this staple looking shape. glue the ends to the inside of the cylinder. The feet are just two triangle looking shapes that attatch to the flat point that was just made

to attach the legs to the body i just put some glue on the side of them and stuck them to the body. you could probably do something similar to the last step to have them standing up if you wanted

head

you should already have a Cube for the head. if not then refer back to the beginning (or just do it with your own method if you already know how to make a cube)

to put the head on the body, take a long rectangle (white would also work i just didnt have any white paper left) and fold it into this T shape, with the ends being the top of the T. glue it in the middle

glue the flat top part of the t to the head, with a FOLDED side of the cube in the front, not a TAPED one . this is so the face does not have a large gash down the center

^ the long part of the T will go into the untaped edge of the body cube

you can draw a face on it now if you havent already. i used a holographic craft letter to cut out the eyes so theyd be shiny but you dont have to do that

put that head on there

take two long strips of paper and roll them into a small cylinder, then glue this to the top of the head. this is so the head will be somewhat stable instead of flopping around everywhere

slide the bottom of the head into the open edge, with your face Forward (unless their face is on the back of their head or something)

^(this picture was taken before i attached the limbs. or made the face. i didnt do it in order Lol)

your pippins is complete

mine has a square above his eye because i accidentally got glue there and it wouldnt come off whoops. But now you can put your dice in a situation. heres mine

Go put your pippins in situations. And tag me please i want to see them

any questions can be sent via comment or ask and will be posted under #diy pippins ^_^

[floofanflurr]

Do you have any fic recs that are similar to yours?

Because your fanfic is downright amazing and I’m just itching for some more flic and hurt comfort like yours

OKAY! Hello! I am finally here (and VERY late! oops)

Many of these are really popular fics, so you may have already read them, but! No harm in putting together my recs anyway :)

Undertale Fic Recs:

(please mind the tags on the fics, and the warnings)

Paring [Original Version] by TinyOwlThoughts - (RATED T) (WARNINGS: SUICIDE ATTEMPT AND SELF HARM)

Lets kick this off with one of the first fanfics I ever read in the undertale fandom many, many years ago. I just reread it again to rec it, and I think this author and fic probably had a huge influence in how I write and characterize Sans and Papyrus. It's good old fashioned skelebros with Frisk, found family, and LOTS of hurt/comfort. Frisk needs so many hugs... Three Roads Diverged by CatKing_Catkin - (RATED T)

A genocide route (with a happy ending!) oneshot that I love. Sweet, sweet old fashioned angst and pain...

10 Skeletons With 1000 Years to Go - Birds_And_Words - (RATED T)

In terms of vibes and themes, this is definitely one of the closest I've ever read to Heart on the Table! I am OBSESSED with this story. It's not actually Frisk centric - it's about Sans and Papyrus (who are kids in this story), and the adults around them (the AU Sans and Papyri) fucking up and hurting them, and then scrambling to fix their mistakes when they realize how old the brothers are... It's a very similar premise to HotT!

I absolutely love all of them so much and I want to hug them all desperately!

UT Mob by nyublackneko - (And the comic dub)

Okay, this one isn't a fic, I admit it. But if we're looking for skelefamily and protective skelebros, it would be a CRIME not to talk about this one!

One day, on his way home, Papyrus finds a little puppy... that isn't quite a puppy. Still, he and Sans keep their new child :) And we get LOTS of good hurt/comfort here, too.

The Road Goes On by hahanoiwont - (VARIOUS RATINGS FROM G - M. MOST ARE T)

One of my favorite undertale series ever!! So much found family and hurt comfort... do you like skelebros with frisk? well buckle up, because you're able to see a BUNCH of them as Frisk goes through the universes and collects brothers like pokemon... (My How To: series was actually inspired by this series! It took on a life of it's own, but there are still many nods to RGO for inspiring its creation.)

if my heart was a house by taizi - (RATED T)

Another skelefam oneshot! Fluffy and sweet with big brother sans and papyrus

To Repay Your Love by Anonymous - (RATED M) (WARNINGS: PAST SEXUAL ASSAULT, SUICIDE ATTEMPT, SELF HARM)

Please mind the TWs and Tags on this work as it deals with serious topics.

But I would be completely and utterly remiss to not mention one of the most heart wrenching skelebros take care of Frisk fics ever. Frisk has a lot of lingering trauma that's come to revisit them in the present... but the brothers are there for them!

This fic was inspired by Heart on the Table, and GOSH, I adore it so much. It's absolutely wonderful to get to read protective skelebros with Frisk... and an equal focus on Papyrus, Frisk, and Sans equally!

Most skelefam fics tend to have Papyrus as a perfect supporting character with little to no character arc or flaws, and just have him as the cool uncle/brother to Sans and Frisk who get all the character and relationship development time. THIS IS NOT THAT KINDA FIC! Genuinely, I'm pretty sure it's one of the first skelefamily fics that I've read where Papyrus is given just as much care and character arc as Sans and Frisk are.

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To end it off, I also wanna point to all of the wonderful fics linked at the end of Heart on the Table in the "Fics Inspired by" section. They're all SO SO SO GOOD and I've read and recommend all of them!

That's gonna be it for now! I know there are fics out there I forgot to bookmark that are similar... there's one where Frisk fell into the underground as a baby and Sans takes care of them, and I'm pretty sure I read a oneshot about pacifist Frisk's trauma that I adored, back when I very first got into the fandom, but for the life of me I can't find it again... Dangit.

Thanks again for the ask!! AND YOUR PATIENCE!! IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG TO ANSWER!