#i stopped singing at parties and anywhere with karaoke in it

[ressjeon]

endearing | jjk

pairing: jungkook x reader

summary: you're just worried when your loud housemate suddenly goes quiet after serenading you for hours

rating: pg13 | word count: 1.3k

genre/au: housemates!au, romance?, fluff (lmao who's this), they're just fRiEnDs 🤭

warnings/content: just alcohol consumption, they're sweet ig 🥰

a/n: yk i’m supposed to be on break (literally on midterm season) but here we are. also i haven’t written a purely SFW drabble for a very long time so please bear with me i just love him sm. huge thank you to my phone's voice feature lol, i'd never finished this in a few hours with how slow i usually am.

companion song: more than friends by becky g 💖

You’re scrolling through your phone when you notice that the whole house has suddenly turned quiet.

You couldn’t be that you’re fixated on your phone that you didn’t notice your housemate has ended his karaoke session because you swear the living room was still loud just a few minutes ago. Jungkook, one of your housemates, has been singing his heart out since past 1 AM today. Not that you mind it really, because you’re a night owl, just like him. You love it when he does his live streams because he usually does karaoke sessions in each of them no matter what he was doing at first.

Jungkook’s one of the popular students on your campus and has a huge following on his IG account, which he uses mainly for everything, no matter how random they are. He deletes his pictures often though when he feels like changing his feed. You’re hoping that he just archived them because he’s quite talented at photography. However, he does frequent lives on IG in return since people tune in when he goes live anyway, filled with comments from either his group of friends or his admirers.

It’s been a while since you heard Jungkook singing. He has a very beautiful voice that even though he doesn’t remember the lyrics for most of the songs that he sang, he still sounded so good to anyone who’s listening. Your other housemates are still not back from their reading week vacation, giving Jungkook the only time when he could be as loud as he can in the house without disturbing anybody. He’s aware that you stay up like him and listen to him when he’s singing, relieved that out of your housemates, it’s you who remained with him. Both of you are the only ones who didn’t go anywhere because of your packed schedules.

Tonight, as diverse as his playlist is, you still feel like he’s serenading you with most of his song choices. Those songs are on your playlist too, which he knew since you’ve shared each other’s links before. So now you’re going to let yourself be deluded, humming along to the songs while you’re getting your tasks done. When the music stopped, you thought he was just taking breaks, so you didn’t think much of it. Jungkook usually creates small noises after he’s done, cleaning up the living room and kitchen before going back to his room.

But it’s suddenly quiet. Did he fall asleep already? Should you check, but then why would you? Jungkook sleeps anywhere at any time unlike you, but you’ve always been paranoid. The lazy part of you wants to close your eyes and fall asleep already, but the other part wants to go down and check. It’s just normal right just in case? Besides, it’s also part of your responsibility as a housemate.

It’s the least you could do for Jungkook because he took care of you many times when you come home drunk from house parties at 5 AM. He even took as much as helping you by being there while you let everything out, offering you a glass of water and making sure you remove your makeup before tucking you into your bed after. He cooks you noodle soup in the morning too in case you get hangovers, which you thankfully don't but your heart somersaults every time with how thoughtful he is.

So despite how comfy your bed is right now, you forced yourself to get up and pushed away your comforter before going down to the living room to check.

And your guts were right because you see Jungkook sleeping soundly on his stomach by the couch with a lighted-scented candle on the table in front of him. The light from the candle allows you to see his handsome face clearly, with flushed cheeks and slightly puckered lips as he sleeps in his arms. He looks adorable, wearing a black crewneck in sweater paws, obscuring his colourful sleeve from your eyes. His cute snores crack a small smile on your face as you approach his sleeping figure, carefully taking the remote from his hands. Sure, he’s a deep sleeper, but you didn’t want to wake him up because it’s already 4 AM and you’re a bit sleepy too.

You then turn off the TV and unplugged the mood lamp that he designed for one of his classes. It’s so pretty, and he brings it out in the living room once in a while, especially when he’s doing his live streams. You also just noticed the half-filled beer mug on the table, taking it with you to the kitchen where you’ve put it back on the ref before deciding to look for spare blankets for him. You couldn’t find any though, so you just opted for his room, which is surprisingly wide open.

Jungkook stays in the room on the first floor, so he frequents the living room when he’s not gaming or doing schoolwork. Entering his room, you grabbed his blanket at once, fighting the urge to nuzzle it, given how good Jungkook usually smells when you hug him. You went back to the living room and put the blanket over him, pushing away a strand of his hair from his closed eyes before tucking it behind his ears. His hair had gotten longer and curly, so fluffy too that you’d been expressing how you love this look on him. Jungkook smiles when you do, letting you ruffle his hair more.

He stirs a bit, causing you to go rigid and worried that you woke him up. You don’t move until you were sure that he’s fully sleeping. And though he might not hear it, you still wish him a quiet good night before eyeing the candle. You love the smell of it but for safety reasons, you blow out and retreat upstairs to your room.

.

The footsteps padding in the hallway woke you up from your deep slumber, being the sensitive sleeper you are. You’re wondering how Jungkook’s awake at this hour and why he’s up here, reluctantly rising from your bed before opening the door. There you watch him scurrying back to the stairs wrapped in his blankets looking like a deer caught in the headlights when he hears you.

“Jungkook? why are you awake? do you need something? it’s still early” you asked him sleepily while rubbing your eyes.

“um, i woke up and i-uh” he couldn’t look you in the eye, the nervousness evident in his voice. “you can’t sleep?” you yawn, yearning to go back to your comfy bed but you just wanna talk to him more. 

Jungkook shakes his head. “i just wanna say thank you for earlier and uh-sorry for waking you up” he grins apologetically, rubbing the back of his neck.

“oh Kook, that’s nothing compared to what you’ve done more for me” you smile at him, truly grateful for his existence in your life. Hold, you’re sleep deprived to be having these thoughts right now but Jungkook just looks so endearing in your eyes despite how sleepy you still are. 

Damn, you really should sleep more.

He’s oddly looking at you fondly so you mimic him, both of you waiting who will back down first. Jungkook looks like he wants to say something more, tongue poking around his lip ring with that doe eyes of his. You smile at him, urging him to continue. He’s back to being shy around you these days for some reason but you don’t wanna pry, just want him to be comfortable as much as possible. 

“i’m still sleepy so i’m going back to my room” you can see him retracting so you approach him, a knowing smile already plastered on your face. “do you wanna cuddle? i think we’ll fit in my bed” his nervous eyes were replaced with excitement, following you to your room.

You didn’t even get to lie down on your bed properly when he tackles you, spurring a hearty giggle out of you with him matching you. “what?” he hugs you right away, mumbling something against your skin as he snuggles his head on the crook of your neck. Your hands automatically card through his luscious hair until you hear his breathing slow down, and his cute snores occurring once again. 

Guess you’ll never know what all these are for until he wakes.

e/n: i'm testing many things from this so hope it's wholesome enough lmao (i tried). have a lovely week everyone!

[punsmaster69]

4/FEB/20XX

"OKAY, SO YOU WON'T GO OUT..."

"BUT THAT DOESN'T STOP ME FROM INVITING EVERYONE ELSE HERE! NYEHEHEHE!!"

feeling better, but didn't wanna go out anywhere public today. didn't feel like being around strangers, so papyrus just invited all our friends here.

they're doing karaoke.

right now frisk is belting...

"NEEEVERRMINDD I DON'T WANNA KNOoOOWW~!"

...something.

i don't recognize most of the songs they've queued up, but it's entertaining to see who can hit high notes. equally entertaining is seeing who can 𝗻𝗼𝘁 hit high notes, instead hitting voice cracks.

they powered through it, but flowey certainly didn't let them live it down afterwards.

"It's a hard one to get, okay?!"

"HA! Puberty voice."

"I am not 'puberty voice'!"

"Are too."

"Am not!"

"Are too."

"Am not!"

"That was the voice crack of the century!"

"It wasn't THAT bad-"

"Would you really rather blame it on your skill rather than something else?"

"....Nevermind. I think it was puberty voice."

flowey snorted. frisk shot him a dirty look.

"I'd like to see you do better, petalface."

he cackled.

"Absolutely not!"

"Why? Ya scared?"

"You think I wanna participate in the ear-destroyance party here?"

"Bok bok bok."

"No way in hell am I singing!"

"CHICKEEE-"

"Children."

toriel gave them a stern mother look™ and the two quieted immediately.

"Be nice."

"Frisk, you did wonderfully."

"Thank you."

they gave a smug look to flowey. he rolled his eyes.

——

"nah."

"Why not?"

frisk pouted.

"i'm monotone while 𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗮𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴. you really think my singing's any better?"

"I would at least like to hear you try."

tori gave me a gentle smile.

"speaking of things i'm not good at, trying's one of those."

"If you duet with Papyrus, nobody'll even be able to hear you."

flowey motioned to my brother, who was queueing more songs with undyne and alphys.

"Aw. A bros duet would be cute."

"Please, Sans?"

"........"

(sigh.)

"papyrus. you wanna duet something with me?"

socket widening.

"R-REALLY?!"

"yeah."

"ABSOLUTELY!!"

"you pick the song."

——

The low notes of Sans' voice balance against his brother's in a nice way.

His eyes keep meeting with my own, and it feels more and more intentional with each time.

But, perhaps not, as he snaps his eyelights elsewhere the moment he realizes the contact is happening...

Sans certainly seems to be leaning on the fact that his brother is so powerful with singing to cover up his own.

I understand. The only time I myself have sung much tonight is behind Frisk's voice.

Everyone in the room seems to be stunned by how well the two skeletons performed.

Frisk is requesting for Sans to do a song alone, and he's simply shaking his head in response.

"nope. one's good enough for me."

A part of me wishes to ask for a solo from Sans as well, but we have already pressured him into one.

Ah, well.

Perhaps some other day.

I suppose I should return this now.

——

it's definitely an anime song that alphys, undyne and papyrus are shouting together.

noticed flowey nodding off during all this. somehow.

"(He stayed up late last night.)"

"(doin' what?)"

"(Playing a game.)"

flowey jolted back awake with a particularly loud lyric shout from undyne. an annoyed look was shot, but he didn't say anything.

i swapped seats to be right next to him. he gave me a dubious glance.

"What?"

"i'm going to bed early."

"Congrats. You want a big send-off or something? I'll get the fanfare started."

"kinda looks like you should go to bed, too."

"....."

"I don't look like I need ANYTHING."

"my door's pretty good at soundproofing for the most part."

"..Fine. Just to get away from this ruckus and save my hearing."

he didn't seem as irritated with being set on my nightstand as i thought he would be. flowey might've even fallen asleep before i did.

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

Part four of the Bruce and best friend? Will they get together? I’m dying to find out, I love this so much! You’re such a talented writer

I'd be lying if I said I knew what was going on over there 😂. I know Alfred will have them married and settled before she has the baby, if he gets his way.

Bruce watched you slip out into the Garden for a breath of fresh air and frowned. Even if Darren wasn't on the guest list for the Gala, he didn't like you being anywhere alone.

Especially not right now. You were starting to get visibly with child which, of course, had led to some rather mean-spirited speculation in the press. Everything from a cheating scandal to unsuccessfully trying to baby trap your childhood best friend- the tabloids had been awful. They'd been horrific when your parents died. Downright cruel when your guardian had taken his own life- and now they were hounding you relentlessly for you to name the father of your child.

He made his way to you and slipped off his jacket, folding it over his arm. He'd considered letting it slip in public that it WAS his baby- but rejected that idea, practically, it would mean that you'd been the cheater, not just Darren- and the thought of you losing the moral high ground was less than palatable. Not to mention the emotional toll. He WANTED this to be his baby. Like he'd wanted to be your first kiss, your prom date- whatever it had been. But then, like now. He was afraid.

When he hears you sniffle quietly, his heat twists, "Hey," he said softly, "you okay?"

"Fine," you sigh, smiling up at him when he put his jacket around your shoulders, "Just getting tired."

Bruce can't help it. As a rule, he'd not been 'touchy' with you since he was 14 and he realized he was in love with you. But today, he can't help it. He tucks a stray tendril of hair tenderly behind your ear and adjusts his jacket on your shoulders, letting his fingers brush your neck just slightly. "I can take you home if you want," he rumbled, "It is past your bedtime. And Alfred would be appalled if you didn't get your sleep."

"You can't leave your own party-"

"We used to do it all the time," he reminded, tucking your arm through his. "Remember when we snuck out of the After Prom I was supposed to be hosting?"

"The one where we smoked pot on the roof or the one where we went, still dressed up, for a joyride in your Ferrari to get milkshakes and sing karaoke?"

"Either one," Bruce snorted, leading you through the "staff only" door to go the backway to his car, "Though I think my favorite one was the time Ellen Alden tried to start a fight with you about something-"

"You," you answer cheerfully, "She accused me of sleeping with you and "ruining" anyone else's chances."

Bruce stopped for a second, "What's why you punched her in the face?"

"No. I punched her in the face because she called my mom a whore."

"Fair," Bruce said starting walking again, tucking you a little closer in the parking garage, "Still. We went to the beach, remember?"

"Yeah," you murmur, "I think I still have the seashells you kept putting in my purse."

He paused at the car and unlocked it, opening your door, "Do you want to go home or-"

"Or?"

He coughed, feeling his cheeks heat, "We haven't gotten in trouble with Alfred for a while," he said, giving you his most charming smile, "He probably thinks we've grown up."

You look down at your abdomen and snort, "Speak for yourself-"

"I'll get you some ice cream," he tempts, teasing you. Now that you're not nauseous all the time, your baby evidently had a sweet tooth. And he's not above exploiting it if it meant getting a little more time with you.

"Bruce-"

"Some ice cream and a walk on the beach?" he asked, "Please?"

And when you nod and huff at him, "Fine." while trying not to smile, he grins, walking around the car to the driver's side. "When's your next doctor's appointment?" he asked, buckling his seat belt.

"Wednesday, why?" you hum, adjusting your seat so you could curl up a little more comfortably.

"Do you want me to come?" he asked softly.

"It'd be a little hard to explain that you're not the father-"

"Fuck the tabloids," he growled, "do YOU want me there?"

"It'd be nice," you murmur, looking away. "I'm finding out what I'm having and-"

"Send me the time," he said softly, tilting your chin up. "I'll be there- and I probably won't tease you if you cry- too much." And when you smile, letting your cheek rest in his hand briefly, his eyes crinkle at the corners and he feels himself melt.

"Thank you."

"Hey, It's not my baby but- you're my Sunshine," he reminded softly, "I promised it would be okay."

"Bruce-" He'd not used that nickname for you in a long time. You'd thought he'd forgotten but- you should have known better. And it made your eyes water. "Okay listen," you sigh, "If you're going to go all sweet on me and make me cry-"

"Brownie pieces in your ice cream it is," he chuckled, handing you a handkerchief- he had three of four more, just in case.

"Ugh, yeas please- And marshmallows."

"You hate marshmallows-"

"Evidently the baby doesn't," you huff, rubbing your stomach, "They also like peanut butter. And watermelon."

"Not together, I hope."

"Do not put that Idea in their head, Bruce."

"It's either that or I buy them a drumset," he teased, reaching over to chance taking your hand, thrilling a little when you place your fingers through his. "I gotta get you back for teaching Dick pig Latin somehow."

[butterfluffy]

HI FLUFFFFF!! ITS BEEN A WHILE! congrats on 200!!! so happy for you!! I've been gone so ill read what you've written so far 😳👉👈 hope you have fun on this event!! honestly i wasn't gonna send in anything cuz I've been listening to Japanese songs recently but then yt recommended a song that made me go !!

anyways, do you mind me asking for portgas d ace x male or gn reader with the song "I was made for lovin' you" by KISS? i just think ace would def sing this song on the top of his lungs when this song comes on if you catch my drift, fits him well i suppose!.. go crazy on the scenario, i wanna see what you'd make of it, have fun!!

“made for lovin' you”

⠀⠀ੈ♡˳· singing you a song, ace proved to everyone that he truly is made for lovin' you, and only you.

⠀⠀➧ r. fluff | p. d. ace × gn!reader | oneshot / song fic

⠀⠀➧ warnings — none! mistakes and swearing may be present though.. so do ignore them, thanks! ah, and ‘girl’ is used to call reader, bcs of the song.

⠀⠀➧ requests are closed until further notice!

⠀⠀꒰ 🍨 ꒱ notes: welcome to my “sing me a song” event made to honor this account reaching 200+ followers! visit it to see my other works on this special!

reqested by: @maaarshieee — thx for the request marhal koh, and yeah, after listening to the song, i confirm that ace will defo sing this song on the top of his lungs. 😚💋

Having a party held to have fun, music then blasted from the speakers, voices of the Whitebeard Pirates filling the Moby Dick with noise.

“Marco, can ya press 11419 for me? I'm gonna sing, hehe!” Thatch exclaims with a big smile on his face as he held the mic in his hand while the phoenix did what he ordered.

“Alright, here's "I Was Made For Lovin’ You" by KISS, now get into singing, yoi!” Cheering for his friend, Marco then grabbed himself a pint of beer, waiting for the song to begin as he sat beside you and Thatch who vibed with the background music.

“Wait,” You suddenly mutter, eyes squinting to read the song title flashed on the screen. “..I Was Made For Lovin’ You.” You read, soon later being struck by a realization.

“Holy shit, Thatch... That song...” Looking at him with eyes filled with shock, you then looked around, searching for your lover, Ace, who doesn't seem to be anywhere near the karaoke.

“Okay, it's not too late, stop the song now, please...” You plead, only to be shrugged off by the man beside you who already started singing. “No thanks, I'm singing, hehe!”

“...Mmm, yeah! Tonight, I want to give it all to you~” He sung, ignoring you completely, just grooving with the music, causing you to face palm, knowing what's gonna happen soon later...

“In the darkness, there's so much I want to do..” Cheers surfacing by the man's singing, you slowly shook your head. “And tonight, I want to lay it at your feet..~”

And just as you expected. He's already here. The second division captain is here. Ace, your lover is. He's practically zooming towards you three upon hearing the familiar song on the other side of the ship.

“Ah, Ace, hey—HEY THE MIC!” Thatch exclaims as soon as the mic in his hand disappeared, being snatched by the raven-haired male that took a deep breath, looking at you with a big grin in his face.

“'Cause girl, I was made for you.. And girl, you were made for me..” He continued for the brunette man, eyes locked with yours as he sung with a husky voice.

He's serenading you, and it honestly is lovely, yet embarrassing—obvious from your face that flushed red all over. Though you admit, Ace does have a great voice.

“I was made for lovin' you, baby, you were made for lovin' me. And I can't get enough of you, baby, can you get enough of me?” Taking your hand, Ace then pulled you close to him, making you two the spotlight in this party.

“Tonight, I want to see it in your eyes,” Making your hand touch his chest, Ace then smirked. “Feel the magic, there's something that drives me wild...”

“And tonight, we're gonna make it all come true,” Tapping his feet on beat, Ace jumped up the stage, lifting you up as if you were air and making you stand by him as he sung.

“'Cause girl, you were made for me, and girl, I was made for you...~” Placing a quick kiss on your lips, Ace smiled, making you feel the music flow through along with the heat of his kiss that lingered on your lips.

“I was made for lovin' you, baby, you were made for lovin' me..!” Head bobbing, he then started dancing, hands on your hips, not leaving it as you sang along your lover.

“..And I can't get enough of you, baby! Can you get enough of me~?” Teasing you with another kiss and suddenly pulling your body into his, the crowd that formed around you two ran wild, with cheers of playful ‘ooh's.’

“I was made for lovin' you, baby, you were made for lovin' me—c'mon babe, dance!” “Alright, alright...!” Swaying your hips, Ace made you dance with him along with the crew that joined in, also singing and dancing together with you two.

“And I can give it all to you, baby, can you give it all to me..!?” Spinning you around like a top before giving you a light push to lower your body close to the ground then catching it, sending a wink at your gasping self. “Ace..!”

Oh, can't get enough, I can't get enough, I can't get enough...

“Damn you, Ace, I was supposed to be the one to sing that!” Thatch argued, voice drowned by the background singers that were singing on behalf of Ace who was busy admiring you.

“Well, Thatch, this song is mine. And only I can sing it for my one and only—Y/n!” Chuckled fire-fist, embracing you tightly as he spoke proudly, ticking his fellow division captain that sighed in defeat, crossing his arms with an eye roll. “..Tsk, yeah yeah, you sweet-ass couple.”

Head turning to each other, you and Ace soon bursted laughing by Thatch's comment before returning to the mic that is in the middle of you two.

“..I was made for lovin' you, baby!” Ace exclaims before he turned the mic for you to continue what's next, “You were made for lovin' me..!”

“And I can't get enough of you, baby—” “Can you get enough of me?”

Having a duet, you and Ace exchanged lines from the song—

Oh, I was made

You were made

I can't get enough

No, I can't get enough—

...Before singing together on the iconic part of, “I was made for lovin' you, baby, you were made for lovin' me! And I can't get enough of you, baby,”

“Can you get enough of me?” Ace ends with a whisper, eyes looking through yours—staring at your soul that is tied with his, slowly closing them before landing his lips on yours, proving that he truly is made for loving you, and only you..

© butterfluffy 2022

[noroi1000]

:0 can i request a matchup for jjk if you dont mind? if not, just ignore this! im a straight girl. im very social, i like to go out to parties and whatnot. i would describe myself as kind of a wild spirit but very friendly. i do have major mood swings though and my mental health is deteriorating /hj- i can be sarcastic and do things without thinking a lot lmao- anyways, thank you (even if you dont wanna do this) and have a nice day! make sure to take care of yourself too!

A/N: Thank you for your request :)

I think your matchup is:

Yuji Itadori

You are both social people who like others. You are liked too. You like to have fun and spend time together. You guys get along well. You both have spontaneous ideas that help make you two more friends. You have your wild side that allows you to go crazy and have energy like nobody else around. 

You can make friends very quickly thanks to your friendly nature and willingness to be in the company. 

It is he who is good for you because you have similar behaviors. He is a boy who likes to have friends and smiles a lot. He likes being in company and doesn't like it when it's gloomy. He can brighten up everything that is gloomy, and this helps in bad times. But sometimes even he changes his mood. Sometimes too fast. 

He is able to get furious so suddenly and then calm down or worry.

Everyone has bad times sometimes, even him. He has moments when he cannot smile. Even in combat. When it comes to the life of someone other than his. When he knows that someone has to save, he acts without thinking about the rest. He can't be mean and gloomy. He can do anything with his worst enemy. But he is not able to react badly to friends. After all, he only has them. 

Short headcanon:

• Yuji is a person who enjoys company very much. Despite talking to others, she can find the best language with you. He can talk to anyone. He knows quite a lot, and if he doesn't, he would love to listen to find out. 

• He likes to be in the company. Spending time alone sometimes isn't for him.

 • He is able to start hating very quickly. Then he gets mad. He doesn't like people who hurt others. 

• He always tries to show his good emotions so as not to impose bad emotions on the rest. He likes everyone smiling the most. He may understand that someone does not like him, but that does not mean that he will stop liking that person. 

• He never wanted you to get sad and/or depressed. Although he knows that human emotions cannot be stopped. He got used to sudden changes of mood, and to not always taking everything seriously. Instead of saying everything he could think of at once, he had to brake a bit. One wrong word could only make things worse. 

• For you, he tried to calm you down, and he didn't try to comfort you by force. You had a right to be grumpy and sarcastic. 

• Normally, he would suggest you go anywhere. Karaoke, cinema, amusement park. Just to have fun and spend some more time together. A little competition and fun don't hurt. Especially him.

• He was very excited to get a friend who is energetic and wild.

• He is able to endure so much that the changes in his mood did not bother him. The important thing is that you were still his friend. And it was still you. He adores his friends. But you are in the first place.

"Hey! Are we going somewhere today? They open a new ramen, why don't we go there? Oh? You don't feel like it? You've been so happy lately... Eeh? So it's okay after all? Oh yes! So not Ramen... Ok... So maybe– Do you want to go have a fun? Amusement park? Oi! You don't have to talk to me like that! I just want to suggest a nice evening... Karaoke? No... I don't feel like singing. (y/n)... Why are you saying I can't sing? You do not need to apologize. We are friends. In fact, you are right. So? Amusement park, yes? I knew that I would be able to cheer you up! I'll go for the rest! See you later!"

[daanilion]

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* Mitski Legacy Challenge *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

do you love mitski? do you love legacy challenges in the sims 4? i have the perfect legacy challenge for you! this is a legacy challenge where each generation is inspired by a mitski song. this is heavily inspired by @draeyad 's Crybaby Whims Legacy Challenge so please check their content out & play their legacy challenge as well! also just a trigger warning; generation 7 discusses the topic of eating disorders & generation 4 somewhat discusses alcoholism (not explicitly but it's implied) so please don't play this challenge if those are triggers of any kind! thank you <3

general rules:

• lifespan should be normal (generation 10 can be long as you're going to college)

• heir can be any gender

• minimal cheats (can use freerealestate for first home, etc.)

• mods that are recommended: Basemental drugs mod (this would be best for generation 4 & maybe generation 2), MCC Command Center (in order to cheat for twins, etc. you need this mod; also good for risky woohoo/unplanned pregnancies), & Wonderful Whims (it's just a nice mod to have as it has an attractiveness system)

• can live anywhere, unless stated in generation's rules & can have as many pets you want

• have fun! this challenge is kind of depressing in some areas but it's ultimately something to have fun with

generation 1 - bag of bones

"just move the stuff up off the bed and do what you came here to do"

after a messy breakup with your high school partner, you have fallen victim to hookup culture. the book you had been planning to write your entire time at high school has been untouched ever since they left. you let people in almost every day, even though you hate it. you're a mess, you don't know what to do or what you want or who you are... but maybe there is a light at the end of the tunnel?

aspiration - writer

traits - gloomy, slob & creative

hook up with at least 4 different sims a week

have an accidental pregnancy with one of your hookups (can have multiple)

have an ex that you despise (can try to rekindle the relationship)

write at least 10 books by the the time you're an elder

keep home a mess & rarely clean up

fall in love with a sim that is family-oriented and/or neat & marry them as an adult or elder

master the writing skill

generation 2 - class of 2013

"mom, is it alright if i stay for a year or two?"

adulthood is hard and being a struggling artist doesn't make it any easier. due to a lack of money, you decide to move back in with your parents. what's so wrong with living with your parents? but, your dependence on your parents has made you completely stop performing or working hard enough for a promotion. is this really helping? or is this just making things worse?

aspiration - musical genius

traits - outgoing, music lover & lazy

live with your parents (keep them alive for a while so this is possible)

neglect your skills / career while living there; party, dance & go out instead

be kicked out by your parents (have negative relationship with them after)

perform for tips, join the entertainment career & participate in every karaoke contest

meet another musician, get drunk & have a one-night stand with them (get pregnant with them)

master the singing & guitar skills

get married to a same sex sim as an elder

generation 3 - me and my husband

"me and my husband, we're doing better"

financial struggles as a child instilled the thought that you needed to marry a rich person in order to be successful. money isn't just easily handed out, and in order to not be the poor person you always were, you decided to marry a rich detective. however, no one tells you the truth about who they really are, and your partner is no exception to that.

aspiration - mansion baron

traits - materialistic, good, family-oriented

as a young adult, marry a rich sim whose career is the detective career (sim should have hot-headed and/or mean trait)

have as many children as possible

argue / fight with partner multiple times a week (have negative relationship with them)

meet another sim (who is also good like you) and emotionally cheat on your partner with them

be a stay-at-home mom/dad (can do freelancer careers or odd jobs)

end up leaving your partner for the good sim & take a good amount of their money with you

master parenting skill

generation 4 - townie

"i want a love that falls as fast as a body from the balcony"

seeing your family be torn apart as a child made you crave the intimacy your parents never had. what was it like to be loved? to be held? to be cherished? you want to know, but before you do know you go through similar things; drinking, messiness, heartbreak. you fill the void with party-filled nights just to go home and feel even more empty than before. you're missing something... but you just don't know what it is quite yet.

aspiration - party animal then change to big happy family as an adult

traits - clumsy, glutton, self-assured

party often as a teenager/young adult

have multiple friends with benefits relationships

have a friend group (club) that is for partying

as you reach the adult age, start figuring out a sim you would want to marry

have 2 part time jobs (you can decide which ones)

as an adult, enter the politician career

get married as an adult and have at least 2 children

master the dancing & charisma skills

generation 5 - i bet on losing dogs

"I know they're losing and I'll pay for my place by the ring where I'll be looking in their eyes when they're down"

because your parents were older when they had you, you didn't really have a connection with them. but you did have a connection with the dog you begged to get for your birthday. dogs became a huge part of your life, you even wanted to own a veterinary clinic so you could be surrounded by them for forever. so, that's exactly what you'll do.

aspiration - friend of the animals

traits - dog lover, genius, cheerful

own a dog as a child

own a vet clinic

have at least 2 dogs of your own

train dogs with every command possible

successfully run the obstacle course for dogs

marry a sim that also has the dog lover trait

have at least 3 children

master the vet & pet training skills

generation 6 - working for the knife

"i start the day high and it ends so low cause i'm working for the knife"

inspired by your parents' abilities to raise children, take care of dogs and run a whole business, you decided you wanted to be just like them. but, that isn't always the case. although you want to be a fashion designer, your parents forced you into the world of business. but, you're not happy. you want to design, to paint, to create, and your boring business job isn't doing it for you. but you can't quit! or.. can you?

aspiration - painter extraordinaire or lord/lady of the knits

traits - creative, art lover, & ambitious

paint and/or knit whenever you can (list on plopsy instead of selling directly)

get promotions slowly (don't get promoted right away)

be in the business or salary person career

in hopes of getting a promotion, romance your "boss" (while there isn't a determined boss in any job, have a sim that is level 10 of the career you're in and pretend they're the boss) and accidentally get pregnant with twins (cheat this!)

master the painting & knitting skills

fall in love with a sim in the painting career, and have them help you get the courage to leave your job

once you quit your job, stay unemployed (pretend that you have to apply to jobs and you're having issues getting any offers) until finally you get your dream job as a style influencer

get married as an adult & have one more child with partner

generation 7 - brand new city

Warning: Mention/Implication of Eating Disorders!

"if i gave up on being pretty i wouldn't know how to be alive"

growing up with social media, you always felt this pressure to be beautiful. you wanted to be skinny like the models you saw in magazines, flawless like the actors in your favorite movies. you're not that, but you want to be, you HAVE to be. you become obsessive, exercising constantly, eating only healthy foods, posting to social media constantly. you're exhausted, but beauty is pain right?

aspiration - world-famous celebrity

traits - vegetarian, active & self-absorbed

eat only healthy foods (nothing baked, no cakes, nothing sweet or sugary)

exercise constantly (at least 10 times a week)

master fitness & media production skills

go to the spa a lot (get pedicures/manicures)

wear a face mask at least 5 times a week

live in san myshuno (move around apartments a lot)

make videos with the media production set & become at least a 2 star celebrity

post to simstagram story constantly

be in the social media career

adopt 2 children & never marry; you're too focused on being pretty for that

generation 8 - goodbye, my danish sweetheart

"i don't blame you if you want to bury me in your memory, i'm not the girl i ought to be"

raised by a single parent who was too obsessed with themself to take care of you and your sibling, you aren't who you want to be. of course, you didn't know this for a while, but one day when your high school sweetheart broke up with you, you realized you were the issue. you yearn for them, you miss them, but you know if you want them back you have to be a better person.

aspiration - inner peace (then freelance botanist if completed early)

traits - mean, loner, gloomy

have an ex-partner that you don't talk to often

have a negative relationship with multiple sims (mend these relationships as you begin to heal)

start to meditate regularly, go to therapy (go to the spa for this) & learn to take care of yourself

develop a love for gardening & have a beautiful garden/greenhouse full of plants of all kinds

through time, change sim's traits (mean turns into good, loner turns into loves outdoors, gloomy turns into cheerful)

as an adult, get back with your ex & have at least 2 children with them

join the gardening career

master the gardening & wellness skills

generation 9 - i will

"all i want is always you, it's always you"

your parents love story was romantic and sweet, and always kept you daydreaming. you want that kind of love; you want that kind of passion. you want to have someone you love and cherish with you always. but sometimes we don't always get what we want, and you can attest to that.

aspiration - soulmate

traits - romantic, family-oriented, loner

struggle with romantic relationships throughout teens / early young adulthood

join the critic career

fall in love before adulthood, have an unplanned pregnancy and move quickly (get engaged, married & moved before the baby is born)

gain the soulmate relationship status with partner

catch your partner cheating on you with your best friend; instead of breaking up, try to stay together for your child

meet someone new, start a romantic relationship with them, get pregnant & lie to your partner saying it's theirs

stay with your partner no matter what, even if you cheat on them & vice versa

have 2 or more children (1 with partner, 1 not with them; can have more with partner or without)

complete postcard collection & chat online often

generation 10 - remember my name

"i need something bigger than the sky, hold it in my arms and know it's mine"

looking for an escape from the hell your childhood was, you became immersed in the world of Sixam. Sixam comic books, pictures of Sixam, viewing Sixam through the telescope, you wanted to be there. in hopes of one day being the first astronaut to land on Sixam, you go to college and work hard. you build a rocket in your backyard, you communicate with aliens, hell you've even been abducted before! and finally, all of this hard work... it's going to have a reward.

aspiration - tech guru

traits - geek, bookworm, & ambitious

go to college & major in physics

join the astronaut career

build a rocket ship and upgrade it to full capacity

get abducted (& possibly impregnated)

read science fiction books only (even if you've read them before)

master the rocket science & logic skills

land on Sixam, meet an alien & fall in love

go to Sixam multiple times to see them, and on your 3rd visit propose to them

once married, move alien into your household and give them a more human-like appearance

have 1 child together

gain fame from being the first sim on Sixam (at least 4 star celebrity; cheat this but you have to maintain the fame level

[prettytoxicrevolver]

Engaged | Mat Barzal

Requested? Nope

Warnings? None

Summary: Mat proposes to you

Word Count: 1,929

Everything in italics is a flashback!

“Good morning (y/n)!!” you hear someone yell and you instinctively pull the covers over your head.

The person jumps onto your bed, pulling the covers back down and your eyes peek open to see your best friend grinning above you.

“Tito, go away,” you groan trying to yank the covers back.

“(y/n), get up,” he says

You shake your head and hide further away into your bed. Tito being his excited puppy-like self won’t take no for an answer and finds your waist, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you up out of bed. You end up in his arms bridal style, with a look on your face that could kill.

“Choose your next words wisely,” you warn, finally opening your eyes to look at him.

“I have coffee and food downstairs. Take a shower and then we can go shopping,” he says and a smile creeps onto your face.

“Wise man.”

Tito grins, carrying you into the bathroom and dropping you down before telling you he’ll be downstairs. You shower quickly, getting dressed in something decently cute, and head down to the kitchen where Tito waits.

“There’s my girl,” he says and you curtsey fakely making Beau laugh.

“Yeah yeah. Where’s my coffee?”

Beau laughs, holding your coffee out to you which you happily take. You take a sip and hum in agreement. Beau laughs once more and you spin, heading towards the door.

“Well let’s go!”

The minute Mat received the text from his best friend that you and he were off shopping, he heads over to their shared apartment. He anxiously grabs everything, the rose petals, the outfit he would change into, the ring, and anything else he thinks he needs to propose. He bounces around the apartment, anxiety running through him, as he runs through the plan in his head one more time.

He had wanted to propose to you for ages. The idea coming strongly to him one night when he came home late from a game, your sleeping form curled into the couch, wearing his jersey, and your homework set out before you. He leaned against the doorframe and thought that he wanted to come home to you every single night. And every single day after that, that was the only thought in his head. That he needed you here, with him forever.

He employed the use of Beau, both of yours best friend. He knew he had to get everything ready and had to get you out of the house for the day so you wouldn’t be suspicious of his actions. He told Beau to get you a cute outfit and go as far as get your nails done together for the day before Beau would bring you to the building where he was proposing. He hoped everything was going to go perfectly.

You were becoming slightly suspicious more and more as the day went on. You weren’t sure exactly what was going on, but when Beau suggested you tried on every dress you set your eyes on, decided he would pay for most of your clothes, and then said you should get your nails done and the two of you could talk during it you knew something was up.

Far be it from you to decline a free manicure, so as you and Beau sat together at the salon you cast your eyes over to him.

“What is going on?” you ask and he coughs, stuttering for a moment before responding.

“Nothing? Why would something be going on?”

“No reason,” you decide and he nods.

Once your nails are done Beau tells you there’s one more place you have to stop. You get to the strangely familiar building, the two of you climbing to the top floor. Your nerves take over as Beau leads you to a room. He casts you a smile before swinging the door open. Your jaw drops at the sight before you.

It was a penthouse, one of the more gorgeous ones you had ever seen. Rose petals litter the floor, light music playing in the background, and there was Mat standing just past it all. A white button-down stretches across his broad shoulders, gray slacks falling over his legs. His back is turned to you and you take a moment to gaze over his figure.

“Go,” Beau whispers behind you.

You smile at your best friend, making a mental note to thank him later. You step into the penthouse and the door shutting causes Mat to look at you. He turns, his hair falling over his eyes and a nervous smile appearing on his lips.

“Come here,” he says holding a hand out to you.

You make your way over, a nervous step about you but you take his hand and he pulls you in. Mat wraps an arm around your waist, pecking your lips nervously before taking a step back.

“Hi baby,” he says.

“Hi. What’s all this?” you ask your head swiveling to take in the decorations, the music, and the gorgeous view.

“Okay I’m gonna say a lot right now, so just give it a second before you say anything okay?”

You nod and Mat smiles, intertwining your hands in front of him. You look up into his stunning hazel eyes and a smile widens across your lips.

“Do you like the view?” he asks and you finally cast your eyes across the balcony to see the skyscrapers littering the sky, a beautiful sunset falling in the back.

“It’s beautiful,” you breathe out and Mat smiles, staring lovingly down at you.

“Yeah, it is.” You turn to look back at him and Mat grins at you.

“My love, you have been the most important thing in my life since I’ve met you. I know every single person from announcers to the press to media to even fans has hyped me up and given me the biggest ego possible. But none of it matters unless I have you by my side.”

You let go of one of Mat’s hands, to come up to your mouth, shaking nervously.

“You bring out the best in me, you always have. And there are millions of girls who throw themselves at me when I’m on the road,”

Your smile drops for a moment, your head tilting to look at Mat and he giggles lightly. He holds his free hand up, telling you to wait a moment.

“Hey (y/n/n),” you turn to look at Tito, and he nods his head in the opposite direction.

You look to see a girl, hand wrapped tightly around Mat’s bicep, and gazing up at him as if he’s the greatest thing God has ever made. She wasn’t wrong to look at him that way, but you should be the only one to do that.

You grimace at Tito, handing him your drink which he takes, smiling knowingly. You march over, trying to keep your jealousy in check as you approach Mat and the random girl.

“Well hi darling,” you greet coldly and Mat looks up at you, panic flashing across his face before a proud smile sits upon his face.

“And you are?” you ask swiveling your attention onto the girl.

“I’m,” she starts and you hold your hand up to stop her.

“Not his girlfriend I’ll tell you that.”

The girl flounders before you flash her a smile that gets her to turn and rush away. You turn to Mat, and he shakes his head, a laugh approaching his lips as he raises his glass.

“You are terrifying when you’re jealous,” he says and you smile.

“Just protecting what’s mine,” you shrug and Mat sets his glass down.

“No need. I’m not gonna go anywhere.”

“But none of them are you. No one will ever compare to you. You are my everything. You make my stomach erupt in butterflies every time I see you and you remind me that all of those cheesy love songs are true. And as much as you jokingly say you hate it, I know you love it when I serenade you”

“Mathew Barzal come back here!” you call to your boyfriend who rushes up to the microphone in the middle of the bar.

“Hi everyone,” he says and you press your face into your hands.

“I just wanted to come up and sing some karaoke! This song goes out to my beautiful girlfriend.”

You groan, the rest of the boys you came out with laughing and patting you on the back as they watch their teammate and your boyfriend make an absolute idiot of himself on stage. It was one of your favorite songs, and you smile like a dork, holding a hand up to your lip as you bite it trying to push the smile away.

“Baby, I love you!” Mat yells at the end of the song.

You cackle loudly and Mat makes his way over to you, pressing a kiss to your lips.

“And even if you’re not listening to me serenade you, I know you’re here for me through anything and everything. Fuck you would bail me out of jail if I needed it,” he says and you giggle lightly and nod.

“And you’ve loved me on my best days,”

You sit anxiously waiting for Barzy to come out of the locker room. The isles just won the game that gets them into the playoffs, and you were beyond excited to sit and watch every game. Just as you were looking around, you feel a pair of arms wrap around your waist.

You shriek, before giggling loudly knowing Mat’s strong arms around you. He sets you down, and you spin around, your arms coming to wrap around his shoulders. He slips his around your waist, holding you tight against him. You both giggle excitedly, and Mat pulls away for a moment quickly pressing a kiss to your lips.

“You’re going to the playoffs!!” you yell and he smiles wide.

“And you’ve supported me, cheered me on, and loved me through the worst ones,” he continues.

“And darling,” he says, grabbing your hands again and you look up at him.

“You’re even there to take care of me when I’m fucked up,” he admits and you laugh.

“Baaaaby!!! Oh, baby girl!!” Mat yells and you flinch knowing he’s drunk.

You turn and Mat drapes himself over you, the alcohol apparent on his breath. He smiles lopsidedly, pointing to someone random over your shoulder.

“Hey! This is my girl, and I love her so much!!” he yells drunkenly, and you grin.

“And my love, you’re drunk.”

Mat frowns at this accusation, but when he sees your face again, a smile reappears. You grin, falling for this boy even more at the moment before grabbing one of his hands to rest firmly over your shoulder and dragging him out of the party.

“And this is easily the longest speech of my entire life, but you’re everything to me. I come alive when I’m around you and you always bring out the best in me and I-” he pauses and you squeeze his hands in encouragement.

He keels down, pulling one hand away and digging out a velvet box. He pops it open, before casting his eyes back up at you.

“I guess what I’m saying is that I fuckin’ love you. And I want to know if you will marry me?”

“Mat you’re so dumb of course,” you say diving into his arms.

“I love you so much,” you tell him pulling back as he slips the rings on your finger.

[geminisholland]

Hi! Could you write something where like, it's post new year and Tom is hungover and super clingy. So reader entertains him and he's just 🐙🐙🐙 😂 soft clingy mornings hnggg

a/n: so when i read this i immediately thought “taylor swift” so there are some references to her song, “new years day” of course. thank u for sending this in to me, can we all just collectively think about soft!tom and how clingy he would be when he’s hungover. whew. also, feedback is much appreciated & my inbox is open for requests. i will get to all of them, i’m just lazy sometimes  i write for another blog so that takes up some time :-)

warnings: fluff, there’s like one short reference of being sick but nothing explicit :)

word count: 994

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You and Tom had spent all night on your feet, dancing away the last moments for the year. If there was one thing you and Tom knew how to do well, it was drinking. You downed shot after shot, never thinking of slowing down. Of course, Tom was right there taking the shots with you. He also had a few glasses of beer, and also a glass of champagne. You didn’t question any of this though, Tom did this at every party. He also would grab you to sing karaoke for everyone, and made sure you were by his side all night. He couldn’t risk ringing out the new year without you by his side, and made sure your midnight was met with a kiss from him.

Tom loved you so much, it almost scared him. Almost. He made a promise on the first new years the two of you spent together, that he would be your New Year’s kiss every year. Three years later, you’d say he’s kept his word.

The party left the two of you stumbling to get into the Uber, and the entire car ride was you and Tom giggling. The two of you were blinded by the dizziness the alcohol provided, swaying as the car rocked. Tom placed had placed his hand on yours, squeezing it gently before the two of you crawled into bed. Despite being completely plastered, Tom looked at you before passing out, and gave you a kiss.

“I could do this forever,” He whispered. You smiled at him, then nodded your head.

“Me too,” You agreed. Then, he ripped off your fake eyelashes, sending you to audibly groan.

“I love doing that,” He laughed. He threw them across the room, then passed out. You laughed to yourself, then fell onto his chest to sleep.

You woke up the next morning to a pounding headache, and a sleeping Tom. You rolled over to grab water from your nightstand, chugging the entire bottle. You did your normal morning routine, washing away the night before in the shower. You did your best to keep quiet, not daring to wake up a presumably hungover Tom Holland. Considering he didn’t touch any water last night, you were certain you’d be dealing with the classic hungover Tom, but you loved to joke that this was actually ‘Thomas’, his hungover alter ego.

“Y/n?” You heard him question from the other room. You walked in to find him sprawled out on the bed, his head at the end of it.

“Yes?” You asked, observing him. “This is a very interesting position you’re in Tom.”

“Come snuggle,” He begged, staring at you. He reached his arms out, as if to grab you for himself.

“I have errands I have to run,” You explained. He pouted his lips out, giving you a disapproving look.

“Come on, it’s New Year’s day what could you possibly have to do?” He whined.

“We need food, and I have to pick a dress up for a fitting,” You said. He rolled your eyes at you.

“Do it tomorrow,” He shot back. You shook your head at him, then walked away. You were looking through the fridge when you felt Tom press his body against your back, sliding his arms around your stomach. He nuzzled his face into your neck, and you laughed.

“Hi Thomas,” You said, shutting the fridge doors then turning around to face him. He scoffed, he hated when you called him Thomas, but agreed he acted like one when he was hungover.

“That’s fair,” He agreed. “Now, come cuddle with me.”

“Tom, I already explained-“ He picked you up before you could even respond, taking you to your bedroom, and laying you on the bed. You laughed the whole way up, you loved when he did this. He later on the bed next to you, pulling you into him. Your head on his bare chest, his hands on your back. You played with his hair as you shared stories from last night.

“I’m surprised you even remember that, you were so drunk,” You laughed. His smile caught your attention, and you didn’t dare look away from him. His hands went up and down your back, your legs intertwined with us.

“I was drunk, huh?” He said, laughing at the memory.

“Yeah, I’m surprised you could even leave the bed,” You addressed, your tone mixed with confusion.

“Oh, I’m not that hungover,” He said. You stared at him, your eyebrow raised. “I’m not going to lie, I woke up last night and was extremely sick, but I feel so much better.”

“You’re crazy!” You exclaimed. “Why didn’t you wake me up?”

“I didn’t want to bother you!” He shot back. You shook his head at him, and he pulled your closer into him. He placed a kiss on your forehead, then you looked up at him. Your eyes met, and you leaned in to kiss him. His hands moved to the back of your neck as he pulled you closer to him, your lips moving together. You broke away from him, remembering what he said.

“You should always bother me, Tom,” You expressed. “I love you, I’d do anything for you.”

He smiled at you, brushing a stray hair out of your face. “I know, baby. I love you too.”

The two of you laid there, him holding you, for hours. Talking about everything, and anything. Tom finally broke away to use the restroom, then stopped in his tracks, staring at the wall.

He started laughing, then you smiled at him, his laugh always made you smile.

“What is it?” You asked, smiling at him. His hand moved to the wall, then revealed a small black object on his finger.

“I found the eyelash I threw last night,” He said, and the two of you burst into laughter. You could recognize that anywhere; his voice, his laughter, him. You could spend every New Year’s with him.

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[fanficshiddles]

Good or Bad?, One shot

Summary: Angela Burr sends her niece into a party that Roper is holding at a fancy hotel, to get close to Jonathan Pine to relay any important information. Unknown to her that Jonathan is rather enjoying the luxurious lifestyle…

Warnings: Rape/non-con.

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I couldn’t believe that my Auntie was sending me in to a well-known dangerous man’s party. Heck, he was the most dangerous man there was.

But here I was, dressed up nicely and with a drink in hand in the flash hotel, waiting to try and get her undercover man, Jonathan Pine, alone so I could get information to pass on. She said I would know him as soon as I laid eyes upon him. Handsome, everyone was attracted to him, charming and such a gentleman, were her exact words.

I was a bit dubious and would’ve preferred a proper description. But heck, I knew exactly what she meant when I laid eyes upon him.

Getting him alone was going to be difficult, he had no idea who I was. I didn’t even know who I was supposed to be, really. How she got me into the party, I had no idea. I didn’t want to ask, as I didn’t particularly want to be here in the first place.  

But with a bit of luck, I caught his attention as I passed by to get another drink. When I was waiting at the bar, he came up beside me.

Wanting to get it over with, I quickly glanced around to make sure there was no one else in earshot.

‘Uhm… Angela Burr sent me. I’m her niece.’ I said quietly as I turned to him.

His eyes widened a bit, then he put his hand out to me. ‘I’m Andrew Birch. Nice to meet you, darling.’ He smiled charmingly as I shook his hand. Then he leaned down to me and whispered in my ear. ‘Not here.’

His large hand gripped my upper arm and he led me quickly through the party, out into the garden and down towards a gazebo that was set up for the barbecue later. But it was empty for now.

He let out a sigh of relief when we slipped into the gazebo.

‘You need to be really careful, darling. Roper has ears everywhere.’ Jonathan said softly.

‘Yeah, I figured that. I’m not too pleased about being sent in here, but I was due my Auntie a favour.’ I shrugged and crossed my arms over my chest.

Jonathan leaned back against the table and smiled at me kindly. ‘It is a dangerous thing to do, you’re brave to agree. Whether you owe her a favour or not.’

‘I know… Now, let’s just get this over with. What do I need to know to pass on?’ I asked.

‘There’s a big deal going down next weekend, here’s a list of names of everyone involved. There’s also a price list there, too. Just so she can get an idea of the scale of it all.’ Jonathan pulled an envelope out of his pocket and handed it to me.

‘Thanks. At least I don’t need to remember a long list of names this way.’ I laughed, putting the envelope into my bag. ‘Angela asked me to check if you’re still ok? If you’re sure you still want to do this? She can pull you out anytime.’

‘I’m fine, thank you, darling. I’m so close, I am not going to back out now.’ He said determinedly.

I nodded. ‘Fair enough. You’re far braver than I ever would be.’

‘We better get back, before we are missed.’ Jonathan said, just as we heard footsteps coming down the garden path.

We could see through the gazebo sides it was Roper and one of his right-hand men, Frisky. They were coming right towards the gazebo.

‘Shit.’ Jonathan hissed. ‘Go with me on this, trust me.’ He said as he grabbed me and forced me over the table.

‘Jonathan! What!’ I gasped in surprise as he flipped my dress up, kicked my legs apart and moved in behind me.

‘Shhh, go with it. Or we will both end up dead.’ He growled in my ear as he folded himself right over me and started grinding against me.

He quickly unbuttoned his fly and pulled his cock out, to make it seem more realistic. I could feel it sliding against the backs of my thighs and my ass. Thank god I had knickers on… Although, it wasn’t exactly the worst position to be in with such a gorgeous man.

‘Andrew, where have you… Oh, Andrew. You naughty boy.’ Roper said as he and Frisky walked in on us.

Jonathan quickly straightened up and tucked himself away. I stood up straight and pushed my dress down, cheeks burning as I was a bit flustered. Which I realised, was exactly what Jonathan had been aiming for.

‘We were just, ah…’ Jonathan started sheepishly.

Roper put his hand up to stop him talking. ‘It’s clear what you were doing. Nice to see you’re finally getting some. This pretty bird caught your eye, huh?’ Roper winked at him, then looked me up and down, making me feel rather cheap and horrible.

There was just something about Roper, he was so clearly a man not to be trifled with. Scared the crap out of me, I couldn’t wait to leave.

Jonathan laughed and slid his arm around my waist and gave me a squeeze, he could tell I was scared.

‘I’ll leave you two to it, but don’t be too long. Jed has got the karaoke out, I know how much you like a good sing-along.’ He smirked at Pine.

‘Oh, uhm, I won’t be staying long. I need to get home, work in the morning.’ I said quickly.

Roper narrowed his eyes slightly as he looked at me. ‘You can’t leave my old boy here hanging. Oh no, you’re staying. I’m sure Andrew wouldn’t mind sharing his room with you for the night anyway.’ Roper then headed off.

‘I can’t stay, Jonathan.’ I said in a panic once they were out of earshot.

Jonathan took my hands in his and looked me dead in the eye. ‘It’s ok, darling. You’ll be fine, just relax. He will get too suspicious if you leave, just play it out and you’ll be ok. You can sneak out during the night once everyone has gone to bed.’

He took my hand and gave me another reassuring squeeze, though I was far from ok.

As we headed back into the hotel, I tried to stop and back out again. But he kept me walking. ‘Just stick by my side, you’re safe with me.’ He whispered as we headed in.

I was introduced to the others, I tried to be brave and keep smiling, no matter how hard it was. I felt so sick, but I managed to refrain from actually being sick.

If I hadn’t been scared shitless, I might’ve been able to enjoy the lavish life style for the night. Even the food that was on the barbecue later in the evening was incredible.

Roper and Corky kept looking at me funnily, making me very uneasy. But Jonathan would put me a little more at ease when he would slip an arm around me. Or kiss me rather boldly, keeping up appearances. Though it had surprised me when he slipped his tongue into my mouth on more than one occasion.

At the end of the night, I had never been more relieved than I was when Jonathan took me to bed. His room was as expected, very fancy and expensive. It was bigger than my flat!

I sat down on the edge of the bed and put my head in my hands.

‘Are you alright, darling?’ He sat down next to me and rubbed my back.

‘Yeah, I think so… Thanks for that.’ I said with a slightly shaky breath as I sat up straight and looked at him. ‘How long will I need to wait before I can leave?’

‘Let me check, stay here ok?’ He stroked my hair and when I nodded, he smiled and headed out of the room for a moment.

I took that time to check my phone, I had a message from Angela. Asking if I was doing ok. I quickly replied that I was fine, I had information for her and would send it as soon as I could.

By that time, Jonathan returned.

‘They seem to have all gone to bed. You are welcome to stay, if you’d like. Do you want another drink?’ He offered kindly, motioning to the mini bar.

‘I’m good, thanks. I don’t know how I’ve been able to stomach alcohol as it is.’ I admitted as I stood up to leave.

‘If you’re sure.’ He smiled.

‘I am, thanks… Be careful, Jonathan.’ I went over to him and wasn’t really sure what to do, so I just put my hand out and shook his hand.

‘You too.’ He said quietly as I headed for the door. ‘Though, you might want to re-think your decision.’

I frowned and turned back to him. ‘What do you mean?’

Jonathan was pouring himself a drink, he smirked and looked over at me. ‘I don’t think you want to leave. It might not be the best decision.’

‘Again, what do you mean?’ I asked, getting slightly irritated.

He shrugged and leaned against the desk, taking a sip from his drink. Not answering me. There was a weird, sudden shift in the atmosphere that made me feel very uneasy.

I’d had enough, I said bye again and this time I headed straight out the door. But as soon as I stepped outside, I was faced with Roper and his two right hand men. Frisky and Tabby.

‘Running away like a scared little kitten, now she got the cream.’ Roper grinned. ‘Or is this something else?’ He asked knowingly.

My eyes widened and I stepped backwards, but I bumped right into a very firm body. Jonathan. I turned to look up at him, pleading him with my eyes for help. But he had a wicked grin on his face as his long fingers circled around my wrist tightly, making sure I wasn’t going anywhere.

‘What… What’s going on?’ I looked between them all in fear.

‘I did tell you to stick with me, pet.’ Jonathan chuckled and smoothed my hair out of the way, then he wrapped his hand around the back of my neck. ‘Now be a good girl and hand over your handbag to Tabby.’

Tabby stepped forward and put his hand out expectantly. My hand was shaking as I passed it to him. He fished around and pulled everything out, including the envelope that Jonathan had given me. At first I felt panic, for Jonathan too, but then when he opened the envelope and pulled out blank pieces of paper, I was so confused.

Roper took my purse and pulled out my driver’s license. ‘Who are you, exactly?’ He asked, studying it.

‘Angela Burr’s niece.’ Jonathan answered for me.

Why was he doing this? What the hell was going on?

‘Ah, that delightful intelligence officer who has been trying for years to take me down.’ Roper chuckled and pocketed my license.

My phone was then pulled out from my bag, Tabby dropped it and proceeded to crush it under his boot. I let out a small whine at that. And I couldn’t stop myself from shaking in utter fear.

‘Shhh, shhh, pet. You’re in enough trouble as it is, best you keep quiet.’ Jonathan purred, rubbing his thumb up and down my neck. He still had a firm hold of my wrist, too. Which I had a feeling would be bruised afterwards.

Roper sighed and crossed his arms over his chest. ‘What to do with you? Hmm?’ He stared at me intently, I looked down as I couldn’t bare to keep eye contact with the terrifying man. ‘She’s been on your arm for the night, Birch. I’m going to let you decide what you want to do with her.’

I felt Jonathan squeeze my neck. ‘I want to keep this one. It’s about time I had someone to keep my bed warm.’ He growled and buried his nose into my hair.

I felt my stomach drop. At least being killed would’ve been an easier way out.

Roper laughed and patted Jonathan on the shoulder. ‘Alright, Birch. You can keep her. Make sure you inform her of the rules and consequences. She’s your responsibility now.’

Jonathan turned me around and pushed me back into his room, he kicked the door shut and locked it behind us. I made a beeline for the balcony, but the sliding doors were locked.

He chuckled as he followed me. I tried to run past him again towards the door once more, but he grabbed me and easily managed to over power me as he forced me down onto the bed underneath him.

His hands tugged and tore at my dress, making me cry out as I struggled against him.

‘No need to cry, pet. I can get plenty more pretty dresses for you to wear in the morning. In the meantime, you aren’t going to need any clothes.’ He growled and forced his mouth on mine, almost choking me with his tongue.

I cried and continued trying to hit him, but he flipped me over onto my stomach and with a hand at the back of my head, he forced my face right down into the bed. My muffled screams didn’t bother him at all as he continued to tear at my clothes until I was completely naked.

‘Ohhh, yes. How lovely, it’s been so long since I’ve had a good fuck.’ He took a fistful of my hair and tugged hard, forcing my head back as he pressed against me. I could just see his face at the side of me. ‘I bet your pussy is nice and tight, but it won’t be for long once I’ve had my way with you.’

My arms flailed about at my sides, but I couldn’t do anything from the position he had me in. It only got worse when he pulled his cock free and moved himself between my legs, forcing them wide open around him.

‘Please! Don’t do this! I won’t tell anyone anything, just let me go!’ I cried and begged, even muffled though he could make out what I was saying.

But he didn’t care. Not much of a gentleman at all, it was all a façade.

When I felt his fingers starting to stroke around my pussy I started struggling again anew, trying harder to get away. But he still had a tight hold of my hair and in response to my struggling he tugged hard, bending my neck backwards so I was forced to look at him from upside down.

‘You can struggle all you want, pet. You’re mine now.’ He rudely shoved two fingers into me, curling them and finding my g spot almost instantly. Making me curse him internally as my body started responding to him in a way I didn’t want it to.

And it only got worse when his thumb captured my clit.

Jonathan forced me to cum on his long fingers, making me whimper in defeat. I knew I was not going to get out of this, I wasn’t going to get an option at all. And he made it even clearer as he lined up with me and I felt his cock start to slide into me.

I tried clenching my muscles, to stop him. But it only fuelled him on more as he pushed harder, until he was deep within me. Where I really didn’t want him to be.

He forced my face back down into the bed, making it difficult for me to breathe as he started ramming into me like an animal in heat. Like it really had been a long time since he’d gotten laid!

He moaned and grunted like mad above me as he fucked me hard, his grip in my hair became tighter and tighter, if even possible. My scalp was burning so badly I felt like my hair was going to fall out.

Whilst I was terrified, angry, upset… My body was acting in ways it shouldn’t. It was reacting well to the assault, to the large cock that was currently filling me up better than anyone else had before. But I was still mortified and hysterical when he reached his peak inside me. I had hoped he might’ve at least pulled out, but no. He filled me with his seed, marking me from the inside.

And he marked me on the outside too, he bit down so hard on my shoulder. Making me cry out as his teeth sank into me roughly.

After having his fill, he pulled out and rolled off me to my side, panting in exhaustion. I was too scared to move at first, but then I managed to get myself together and I shot up, made a move to get off the bed.

‘Don’t even think about trying to sneak out, Tabby and Frisky are on duty all the time in the corridors.’ He warned me.

I paused with my legs over the side of the bed. Tears streaming down my cheeks. ‘Why?’ I asked, my voice hoarse from all the shouting and screaming.

I jumped when I felt his fingers trail down my spine. ‘Because you’re far too delightful to let go, pet. That’s why. And you know, this lifestyle is far too wonderful to let go... If you’re a good girl and learn to behave, you’ll soon learn that too.’

[allthatyoulove]

12:51

Modern/Highschool AU James “Bucky” Barnes / Reader

Summary: Your ex best friend and his new band are performing for the first time and you decide to go watch them perform. You didn’t expect the song to be about you.

Warnings: angst, cussing, fluff

Words: 2.5k

A/N: My first one-shot!!! This was inspired by the song 12:51 by The Strokes! Let me know what you think, and give me any suggestions for future one-shots! (Also let me know if I missed any warnings) Thanks for stopping by :)

You know when you can feel, deep down somewhere, that whatever you’re about to do is a dumb fucking idea? I don’t know why I was ignoring that feeling, but there was nothing that could stop me now.

I shivered, wrapping my arms tighter around myself as I walked down the dimly lit street. As I got closer to my destination, the music coming from inside the house started to become louder. I pulled my hand from the inside of my jacket where I attempted to keep it warm to check the time.

12:45.

I had snuck out of my house to go to this party everyone was going to. It was a Friday night, and I was originally thinking of skipping this week’s party, until I found out who was playing.

Bucky Barnes.

Or, I guess, James Barnes.

James and I had been best friends since we were kids. I can’t even remember how we met, I just remember us being attached at the hip since kindergarten. We lived in the same houses, right next to each other, through our entire lives. We went through all of our worst phases together.

I started to get feelings for him in middle school, when I realized that was a thing that happened when you started to grow up. I never told him, scared I would ruin our friendship, and our lives continued as they always have.

Then, highschool started.

Bucky and I began our rebellious phase together, starting to sneak out every Friday night to the party that was happening that week. We would get forties and lay on the roof of our houses afterwards around 1 am, looking at the stars and talking or doing karaoke to our favorite songs. I fell more and more in love with him every day.

Towards the end of freshman year, the upperclassmen at the parties we went to started to take notice of him. They would dare him to jump off the roof into the pool, or to drink as much as he could through a beer funnel. And he would do it, always the people pleaser. They liked how he listened to them, and took him under their wing.

He stopped hanging out with me after that.

I would go up to him, and he would say he had to go to his next class or that his friends were waiting up for him so he couldn’t talk. He wouldn’t let me call him Bucky anymore, because everyone knew him as James and he didn’t want to explain our relationship, or lack-thereof, to them.

Eventually we stopped hanging out altogether, avoiding each other in school and day-to-day, and pretended we never knew each other.

It’s not like I didn’t have or make new friends, because I did, but it was never the same. Bucky- or, James- and I’s bond was something special. Something I couldn’t find with anyone else. I tried to adapt to the friends around me, tried to like the things they liked, but I always felt like James was the only person I could open up to.

Now we’re seniors, and James had started a band with a couple of his friends earlier that year. This party was the first time they were performing in front of people, and I wanted to go watch. I was curious.

A couple minutes later I finally walked into the party, looking around through the crowd of people. I said hi to a group of people I knew, when I heard him.

“Hey everyone, how are you guys feeling tonight?”

The crowd gave a response of shouts and cheers. While everyone looked towards the direction of the stage, I took the distraction as a chance to make my way towards them.

I found my way towards the front, standing behind a couple of people that were a couple of feet from the stage.

And there he was.

He was in a black shirt and black biker jacket with black jeans. His hair was tucked behind his ears, with a few strands in front of his face from slightly leaning down to the mic.

He looked good.

It wasn’t a very big or high stage, being that it’s in someone's house, but it made the view of them much easier to see.

“That’s what I’m talking about!” he laughed, “Well, my friends and I here got a song we’d like to perform for you. This one is called 12:51.”

More cheers erupted from the crowd.

I stood there, putting my hands in my jacket pockets, looking up at him. The people in front of me moved slightly to group with their friends, moving me more towards the front.

We made eye contact as I got shoved slightly towards the front. His eyes blinked a couple times, mouth slightly falling open upon seeing me for the first time. He blushed a little before the sound of the bass and drums started to play, snapping him back into reality. He looked down for a second before grabbing the mic and looking back up at me. I kept my gaze neutral, waiting for him to sing.

“Talk to me now, I’m older

Your friend told you ‘cause I told her

Friday nights have been lonely

Change your plans and then phone me”

He pulled away from the mic, clapping to the beat as he kept his gaze on me. He looked sad, not moving from my eyes as he began to sing again.

“We could go and get forties

Fuck going to that party

Oh really, your folks are away now?

Alright, let’s go, you convinced me”

My mouth slightly fell open at the first line, my eyes tearing up as he seemingly sang that line to me. My brows furrowed as I listened to the lyrics.

“12:51 is the time

My voice found the words I sought

Is it this stage I want?

The world is shutting out for us

Oh, we were tense for sure

But we was confident”

He grabbed the mic with both hands, making it obvious he was looking at me as he sang the rest of the song.

“Kiss me, now that I’m older

I won’t try to control you

Friday nights have been lonely

Take it slow but don’t warn me

We’d go out and get forties

Then we’d go to some party

Oh really, your folks are away now?

Alright I’m coming, I’ll be right there”

He stepped back from the mic, panting as the song finished. Everyone began to cheer and clap, as I stood there stunned. A tear had rolled down my cheek sometime before the song finished and I wiped it away as I stood there looking at him.

He looked around at the rest of the crowd briefly, smiling and saying thank you as he blew kisses towards the crowd.

I turned to leave as I pushed my way through the cheering group of people. A few tears begrudgingly fell as I tried to find my way out.

I didn’t know what to think.

The things he mentioned in the song were too specific to be about anyone else. What hurt the most was finding out how he felt about me like this. We hadn’t spoken in over 2 years. Now he’s in a band, writing songs about how he misses me and wants me to kiss him?

Fuck, I need a drink.

I made a detour to the kitchen before leaving to look for some alcohol. The kitchen island had many choices to choose from, all of the bottles sprawled across the table. I grabbed the first one I saw and drank from the bottle.

The burn of the drink going down my throat was exactly what I needed.

I wiped at my mouth with my sleeve as I put the bottle down and took a second to let the liquor go down.

I went back to my original route to the front door, when the group of friends I talked to earlier stopped me.

“Hey where ya going? We’re all thinking of doing s'more shots, wanna join?”

“I think I’m gonna head home, not really in the party mood anymore.”

“D’ya need someone to bring you home?”

I looked around the group, all of them struggling to stand up straight or laughing at nothing.

“No I’ll be fine. Thanks though, have a nice night.”

“Okay byeeeeeeee!!!”

I laughed and shook my head, turning to finish my walk out the door when someone called my name. I knew that voice. It was a voice I could recognize anywhere, no matter the amount of alcohol in my body or the blaring music that resumed over the speakers. I rushed out the door, turning left and speed-walking the way I came.

“Hey! Wait!” I heard the sound of someone running behind me.

Well, shit, I’m not gonna break into a sprint to get away from him.

I stopped walking on the sidewalk, turning around to face him.

He finished jogging up to me, out of breath. He stood there for a second staring at me and panting.

"Did you run over to me just to stare or do you have something you'd like to talk about?"

He laughed faintly, shaking his head at the ground and using his hand to push the side of his hair back.

"Sorry, I- uh, yeah I wanted to talk to you. It's been a while."

"Yup" I said, popping the "p". I lightly rocked back and forth on the heels of my feet as we looked at each other. I was getting impatient with standing here trying to decipher whatever code he was speaking in. Whatever he was trying to say needed to find its way out.

"So, what'd you think of the song?"

"Bucky" I sighed, "I think I should-"

"Y'know you're the only one who ever calls me Bucky"

I stopped mid-sentence, taking a second to process what he said.

"Until you told me to stop. Guess it's a still a habit"

He sighed and looked down, rubbing the back of his neck with his hand.

"Listen. Please. I'm sorry. I'm sorry for treating you so badly, and I'm sorry for ditching you like that, and I'm sorry for- well just being an asshole in general, and I-"

"Bucky."

"-know you probably don't want to hear this, because I'm about 3 years late, but I want you to know that I-"

"Bucky."

"miss you. So much. I have ever since I did that to you, and I don't know why I did it, but it took me this long to figure out that-"

"Bucky!"

"I'm in love with you."

He finally looked up at me, finishing his rant and even more out of breath than he was before. I froze, looking at him shocked.

"What?"

"I've loved you since elementary."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. My lifelong best friend, who I've been in love with since middle school, who abandoned me freshman year, has been in love with me too. For even longer. My mind was racing with questions.

"Wait- since elementary?"

"Yes."

"And you still are?"

"Yes."

"Even after not talking to me for over 2 years?"

He winced before answering. "Yes."

"Why did you end our friendship like that? How could you do that to me?"

He shook his head, averting his eyes back to the ground as he winced again.

"I'm so sorry, I- I just couldn't- I-I thought that coming into high school you would start making all these friends, and I guess freshman me thought it would be best if I just found some friends first. You know, to soften the blow I guess."

I furrowed my brows, looking at him incredulously.

"So you ended our lifelong friendship because you were scared I'd make friends?"

"Well fuck, when you put it like that-"

"How the fuck am I supposed to put it, Bucky? That's what happened, right?

"Yeah. That's what happened."

We met each other's eyes again. He looked defeated as he put his hands in the pockets of his jacket.

"Can you please tell me what you thought of the song" he whispered, blinking slowly at me.

I sighed sharply as my tongue pressed against the side of my mouth.

"Did you mean it? What you said?"

"Every word."

I shivered and shrugged, shaking my head.

"What do you want me to say, James?"

He winced for the third time at the sound of me using his name.

"I want you to say you'll think about forgiving me, I want you to say you feel the same, I want you to be in my life again. I want you."

I shut my eyes for a second and sighed. He's in love with me, and he wants me. He's in love with me. He has been since elementary. He wants me in his life. He loves me. A couple seconds passed before I responded.

"Of course I feel the same way, I have for, like, 5 years. And I'll think about forgiving you. Only because the song was sorta good-"

"Can I kiss you?"

The rest of my sentence died as I looked up at him confused. Did I hear him right?

"What did you say?"

"Can I kiss you?" he repeated, licking his lips as his gaze darted from my eyes to my lips.

"Yes."

He was closing the space between us as soon as the word left my lips. He pulled his hands from his jacket, using them to hold my face as he kissed me.

I leaned into the kiss, trying to ignore the fireworks going off in my stomach.

He moved his hands to go around my waist, wrapping his arms around me to hold me against him. I brought my arms up to wrap around the back of his head as the kiss deepened.

I pulled away and looked at him, running my fingers through his hair as his arms stayed locked around my waist. We smiled at each other as he darted between looking at my eyes and lips. I brushed his hair behind his ears before he spoke.

"What d'ya say we go to your house and sit on the roof, like we used to?"

"What about the drinks?"

"I think the amount of alcohol you chugged in the kitchen should be enough for tonight"

I laughed and kissed him again. With or without the alcohol, I was drunk on Bucky and the happiness in this moment we shared. It felt as if the years without him had turned me into a zombie, and this kiss brought me back to life. An antidote that I didn't know I needed.He eventually put me down as we began to walk back to our street, hand in hand.

I had gotten my best friend back.

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Birthday Present (BakuDeku)

Midoriya had always been the first person to greet Bakugou happy birthday. He's also the first one who gives his gift to Bakugou but not today.

Bakugou wasn't expecting much for his birthday. He doesn't usually like being the center of attention when it comes to his birthday, but he does want to be the center of Midoriya's attention on this day.

Bakugou walks out of his room during the usual time he and Midoriya would meet at the hall to eat breakfast together and talk about what he learned from their training with All Might the night before but minutes passed, and Midoriya doesn't come out. Bakugou grows irritated when Cheeseman comes out of his room.

"Oi! Navel, where's Deku?" Bakugou asks, making Aoyama turn to him.

"Oh, I think he's eating with Iida and Uraraka in the kitchen. I heard them talking earlier," Aoyama answers, "do you need him for anything?"

Bakugou grits his teeth but ends up sighing, "no,"

Bakugou lets it go and walks down the hall to the kitchen to eat with Kirishima, Kaminari, and Sero.

"Oh, you're not eating with Midoriya today?" Kirishima asks and shoves a fish in his mouth.

"Yeah, you've been eating with him since you started to train with him and All Might to help him control his quirk," Kaminari adds with his mouth full of rice.

"Did you guys get into a fight? I saw Midoriya eat with Iida and Uraraka," Sero comments and eyes the group, making the other three turn to where Sero's looking.

"But don't they always fight? Remember ground Beta?" Kaminari comments, making Bakugou snap towards him.

"Will you stop talking like I'm not here, fucking assholes," Bakugou says and angrily starts to eat his breakfast, making all three exchange questioning gazes before shrugging it off.

"Did something happen?" Kirishima asks in concern. Silence ensues for a few minutes before Bakugou speaks, "I don't know. He just fucking went and eat with them,"

"Maybe you did something horrible to him," Sero says, making Bakugou scoff, "that idiot would forgive me no matter what I do to him," he says, his voice low and almost inaudible, but you can hear the shame in it.

"Come on, don't make a big deal out of it!" Kaminari suddenly says. Kirishima, Sero, and Bakugou raise their head to look at him with wonder, "it's Bakugou's birthday, come on, stop being so moppy. It's not something serious, Bakugou. I'm sure,"

Bakugou glares at Kaminari, but it did make him feel a little bit better. Maybe it is nothing, and he's just overthinking it. So, he switches the topic, and the table became a little livelier as the three converse about something they saw online while Bakugou just listens and throws a few side comments from time to time.

The day proceeded with Bakugou staying with his squad. Midoriya never approached him nor threw him a glance while the others walked up to him, greeted him, and gave him their gifts. It was slowly starting to annoy Bakugou, but he pushes down his emotions and focuses on their tasks.

But it really pressed his bottoms when even during the team-up battle, Midoriya still refused to talk to him. Midoriya was talking to everyone in the team except for him, and it annoyed Bakugou for some unknown reason, so when he pulled Midoriya away from the team to talk to him privately when he got the chance.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" Bakugou asks, his voice low and growling, but Midoriya just averts his eyes, "why? Is there something wrong, Kacchan?"

Midoriya was definitely hiding something. Bakugou could tell from the nervous timbre of his voice that there's something Midoriya isn't telling him.

"Don't pretend like you don't know what I'm talking about," Bakugou says through gritted teeth.

"I really don't, Kacchan," Midoriya denies, but the way his eyes continued to stare at the ground told Bakugou that he's lying.

"Deku," Bakugou says in a low, threatening tone, "why have you been avoiding me?"

Midoriya immediately snaps his head towards Bakugou to answer, but a loud explosion a few kilometers away from them catches their attention, "I'll tell you later. There are more important matters to attend to,"

Midoriya sprints off after his sentence, and Bakugou's left with no choice but to put the activity first.

The team battle proceeds and ends with their victory as a team, but the look on Bakugou's and Midoriya's faces didn't seem like one of someone who just won. The atmosphere around them was tense, and no one dares to comment on it.

Everything felt like their first year at UA once again, and no one knew how to act. So, they act normally, hoping both of them could fix their problem together.

The class ends with Bakugou leaving the class first, which was unusual because he used to wait for Midoriya before leaving for training in the school gym.

"Midoriya, is there something wrong between you and Bakugou?" Iida asks Midoriya, who silently sits on his chair with his eyes locked on the door Bakugou had just exited.

Midoriya gives them a small smile before standing to leave, "it's nothing. I'll talk it out with Kacchan later,"

"Are you sure?" Uraraka ask as everyone gathers around him.

"Will you guys be fine during the party?" Mina asks with concern, "maybe we can do something to keep you guys away from each other later?"

Midoriya shakes his head, "it's fine. I'll make the adjustments,"

"We can talk to Bakugou, but we don't really know what to tell him if we don't know why you're avoiding him," Kirishima says and rubs his neck, "I haven't seen Bakugou that upset in a while, though,"

"Yeah, but whatever happens, we won't take sides," Kaminari says and gives Midoriya's shoulder a quick squeeze.

"Thank you," Midoriya says and smiles at them, "I'll have to go. I still have to train with All Might in the gym,"

Everyone nods and lets Midoriya leave, but before he completely walks out of the classroom, he says, "you guys can call me if you need me for something,"

"We will," Iida says and gives Midoriya a reassuring smile.

"Good luck with your training, Midoriya-kun," Yaoyorozu cheers which earns her a smile and a nod from Midoriya.

The rest of class A leaves the room to prepare their surprise party for Bakugou. Mina, Uraraka, Iida, and Aoyama were in charge of putting up the decorations, while Yaoyorozu, Sato, Koda, Tokoyami, and Tsuyu were in charge of cooking. On one side of the common room, Kaminari, Todoroki, Jirou, Mineta, and Hagakure worked on the sound system and set up the karaoke. As the rest were preparing for the party, Shoji and Ojiro were given permission to go out and buy sodas and chips while Sero and Kirishima keep Bakugou in his room by talking to him.

It was difficult not to make Bakugou suspicious, but it seems like he was too preoccupied to notice that Kirishima and Sero were doing their best to keep him from going to the common room. Sero and Kirishima kept track of time, and when seven-thirty came, they forced Bakugou to go to the common room with them.

"What the fuck?! I'm not going to play with you this late at night! You'll make me stay up until ten again!" Bakugou protests while thrashing around.

"Come on! Being this difficult isn't manly!" Kirishima yells as they pull him down.

"Yeah! It's not like you'll die if you don't get to sleep at eight-thirty!" Sero adds.

They continue to yell at each other until they reach the common room and are greeted with party poppers going off accompanied by a loud, "Happy Birthday, Bakugou!"

Music starts to play, and everyone sings for him, making him flush red, while Kirishima places a party hat on his head. Bakugou's eyes scan the room for Midoriya, but he wasn't anywhere, which made his mood turn sour instead of feeling happy.

"I don't need this," Bakugou says and turns around. The class goes silent, but Sero and Kirishima try to salvage the situation by grabbing each of Bakugou's arms and asking him to stay.

"Come on, Bakugou, everyone worked hard for this," Sero pleads but is pushed off with Bakugou saying, "I didn't ask for you to prepare anything for me,"

"But it's your special day!" Kirishima yells but suffers the same fate of being pushed off by Bakugou, "you're right. It's my special day, so shouldn't you respect what I want?!"

Kirishima and Sero let go of Bakugou after hearing what he said because he was right. Bakugou resumes climbing up the stairs but stops when the door creaks open, and he hears the voice he's been wanting to greet him for the entire day, "I'm sorry I'm late! Where's Kacchan?"

"Party's canceled," Kaminari answers and points at Bakugou, who's walking up the stairs, making Bakugou throw a quick glance at Midoriya. Their eyes briefly meet before Bakugou says, "fine, I'll stay and eat whatever the fuck you extras prepared for me,"

The class releases a sigh of relief before they proceed to play the music. Everyone was having the time of their lives as the party goes. Mineta, Tokoyami, Ojiro, and Uraraka were having fun with the karaoke, Iida, Shoji, Tsuyu, Todoroki, and Hagakure were chatting in one corner, Midoriya, Jirou, Yaoyorozu, Aoyama, Koda, and Sato were talking about recipes, while Bakugou, Sero, Kaminari, Kirishima, and Mina were playing beverage games. Well, they were except for Bakugou.

The birthday boy's eyes were locked on the person he's been wanting to spend the day with. He never really told Midoriya what he feels, but he wished Midoriya would notice through his little actions. But today told Bakugou that actions alone won't be enough for Midoriya to know.

"I'm turning in," Bakugou says when he realized that he won't receive any greeting from Midoriya.

"But it's still early, Bakugou!" Mina yells, catching everyone's attention.

"I think we should let him sleep. We've kept him past his bedtime," Yaoyorozu says.

"That's true. Besides, we still need to clean up," Iida adds.

Kaminari, Mina, Sero, and Kirishima whines but do obey their president and vice president's words by saying, "okay,"

Everyone started to clean up as the party ended. Bakugou was about to go up to his room when someone grabs the hem of his shirt, "for fuck's sake, when will-"

Midoriya lets go, "I'm sorry, I just wanted to talk to you before you go to bed,"

"You've been avoiding me for the entire day and ask me to talk to you now?" Bakugou asks and raises a brow at Midoriya.

"You don't have to if you don't want to. I completely understand," Midoriya says, "I just wanted to say happy birthday and-"

"Let's talk outside," Bakugou cuts him off and walks out of their dorm with Mirodiya trailing behind him. He stops a few meters away from their dorm to make sure no one sees or overhears them.

"Spill," Bakugou says with his arms crossed as he waits for Midoriya to speak.

"I'm sorry for avoiding you. I just didn't know how to give you your gift," Midoriya says with his eyes locked on the ground and his arms behind his back.

"Just fucking hand it to me. It's not that hard to do. You've been giving me gifts every year. What makes this one so difficult to give?" Bakugou asks, making Midoriya flush, but Bakugou couldn't see that, not when it's so dark outside, and the only light they have is the moonlight.

"Well, I might be thinking too highly of myself, but I wanted to gift you my feelings," Midoriya says and raises his head to finally meet Bakugou's eyes.

Those green orbs look so sincere as they stare at Bakugou's.

Bakugou takes a sharp inhale to calm himself. He needed some time to take in Midoriya's confession before he pulls him into a hug.

"You idiot," Bakugou whispers, "that's the best gift you could fucking give me,"

"Kacchan," Midoriya says as he hesitantly wraps his arms around Bakugou.

"I like your nerdy ass too, dimwit," Bakugou says and chuckles before pulling away and pressing a kiss on Midoriya's forehead, "I just didn't know how to tell you, so I decided to show it to you through my actions. I should've known that your dense ass won't notice,"

Midoriya blushes even more and covers his face with his hands, "I've been avoiding you because I was so nervous that maybe I'll back out, but you feel the same way?"

"Yeah, dumbass," Bakugou says and flicks Midoriya's forehead to make him remove his hands on his face, "you've been stressing us out for no reason,"

Midoriya laughs, "I'm sorry, Kacchan,"

"It's fine, just don't do it again, okay?" Bakugou asks and walks closer to Midoriya to press another kiss on his forehead, "now let's go back in because I'm fucking sleepy,"

"We just had an entire confession, and you're worried about your sleep. Don't you want to spend more time with me?" Midoriya teases as he lets Bakugou hold his hand on their way back to the dorms.

"Why should I worry about spending some time with you when we're cuddling to sleep in my room tonight?" Bakugou asks with a smug smile on his face.

Midoriya freezes, and his eyes went wide as blood runs up his cheeks, "what?"

"Do you want us to sleep in your room? I'm honestly fine with it," Bakugou says with a shrug and tugs at Midoriya.

"I'm fine in your room," Midoriya says and tries to hide his blushing face as they approach the dorm.

"It's settled then," Bakugou says, and they enter the dorm to cuddle till the next morning but not without going through the entire class teasing them.

[not-reagan]

milf: man i love forests

pairing: deforester boo seungkwan x frat boy mirror demon han jisung (side pairing reagan x rainbow)

genre: crack, strangers to friends to lovers, non-idol au

warnings: cursing, brief supernatural elements, i don’t know if this applies but all lcase, and i listened to christmas music and abba while writing this

word count: 2.7k

authors note: happy birthday @miyuuraiura !! i am so sorry about this monstrosity being your birthday gift but you asked for it so it's your fault entirely. i was gonna include some context on this story for those who are not rainbow and i but actually i don't think i will.

seungkwan did what he could to get by. he loved nature, he really did, but sometimes you have to make moral sacrifices to survive. he was a college kid strapped for cash, and when he saw a sign reading “GET RICH QUICK, INVEST IN DEFORESTATION” in the summer going into his freshmen year, he jumped at the opportunity. sure, he would have rather been a freelance singer, hired for bar-mitzvahs and children's parties, but that job market was flooded at the moment.

jisung, on the other hand, had no care for nature. actually, he didn't care for any human things, apart from “banging parties, booze, the boys™, and bitches”. he hated quite a bit about earth, the worst of all to him being college. as a demon, he had no reason to attend university, but after he was summoned in the bathroom of a frat house by the school’s power couple; rainbow and reagan, he felt obliged to follow the two around and keep them company.

for seungkwan, his main job rarely required in person work. he usually just chose plots of land to demolish, and sent plans to local managers. the only time he actually had to knock down any trees himself was during his summer break. he has a part time job of course, but it didn't provide him enough cash to survive. for someone with a job as a deforester, he truly did do what he could to save the environment. he joined his schools environmental club, becoming vice president his sophomore year because of his work with them. he kept his job a secret, not even telling his parents where the influx of cash was coming from. he kept a low profile and went through the motions of life. he didn't have much of a social life, with his small amount of friends being from the environmental club.

han jisung found joy in witnessing his professors and fellow students lose their minds over his lack of effort in class. he did the bare minimum and still passed with flying colors. most of all, it angered his seatmate in earth science, who happened to be none other than boo seungkwan. seungkwan was a hard worker in everything he did, particularly in school. he didn't get the best grades, but by no means was he the worst. averaging a steady B+, seungkwan spent most of his nights studying or working, rarely going to parties and enjoying himself only through one person karaoke rooms.

this fact upset jisung. he didn't know why, but seeing seungkwan so tired every day made him feel sad(? jisung wasn't sure what it made him feel. it was an emotion he had never experienced before. rainbow told him it meant he had a crush. to this he threw an empty soda can at them). not to mention seungkwan’s upsetting karaoke addiction, which he knew all about the danger of because of reagan, who spent most of her weekends drunk and singing. jisung didn’t know why he took such a liking to seungkwan. what he did know was that he was ecstatic to find that they would be paired together for a project. a project that required quite a bit of teamwork, and a lot of after school work sessions.

seungkwan liked to think that he didn’t hate anyone. he hated evil people, like hitler and stalin and jyp, but he didn’t really hate anyone besides the worst of the worst. that was until he experienced jisung. he wasn’t sure why jisung always talked to him when he was trying to take notes in class. he especially wasn’t sure why he was so excited to be partnered up together for the project that was worth 25% of their grade. seungkwan was less than happy to have to cooperate with jisung for an extended period of time, and he was not looking forward to letting him into his dorm room, or going anywhere near jisung’s frat house. seungkwan had no idea what he was pushed into.

they planned to meet at the cafe on campus at 5:00 pm after class. seungkwan was less than happy. jisung was thrilled. when jisung arrived seungkwan was sitting at a table drinking an americano and working on an english essay. he wasn't sure how to approach him, slowly walked closer before tapping on his shoulder. seungkwan jolted in his seat.

“jesus fuck jisung. you scared the crap out of me,” seungkwan gasped. jisung’s ears flushed as he brought his hand to the back if his neck.

“sorry,” he started, pausing for a second before starting again, “why don't we get started?”. he swung his bag down to the ground as he took a seat. seungkwan offered a small, non genuine smile before pulling out the project’s guidelines.

“let's try to finish this as quickly as possible. im pretty busy and don't have much time to fool around.” seungkwan said. jisung felt his heart drop. did seungkwan really think that little of him? granted, he always dozed off in class but he got his work done on time and in an orderly fashion. he felt his mind begin to wander. if seungkwan felt this way about him now, how would he feel when he found out that jisung was a demon. would seungkwan start to like him if he knew him better? jisung couldn't figure out why he cared so much about how seungkwan perceived him. he had never had an issue with others opinions of him before, so what made seungkwan so different? for some reason, jisung felt the need to connect with seungkwan. if not for himself, then at least to help him let loose.

after working silently on each of their portions of the projects for 3 hours, jisung finally spoke up. “do you want to maybe come to my party next month? well, it's not my party, it's for rainbow’s birthday. i know you're not one for social interaction but it would be cool to see you there. i’ll give you the details if-”

“i’d love to go,” seungkwan cut off jisung’s rambling. to be honest, he wasn't exactly sure what he was agreeing to, but he knew it would shut jisung up, and seungkwan valued his peace and quiet. part of him also just felt downright bad for the other. he seemed to be trying awfully hard to become friends with seungkwan, and he wouldn’t admit it, seungkwan had started to warm up to the boy. he really wasn’t as much of an issue as he had thought before, and was actually really respectful of seungkwan’s wishes. maybe i’ll give him a chance, seungkwan thought before going back to his work.

over the next month, jisung and seungkwan continued meeting to work on their project. seungkwan was less short with the other, and jisung was still red faced every time seungkwan decided to talk to him, which became quite frequently over the next few weeks. jisung was starting to realize that the feelings he had for seungkwan were not simply platonic, and that he didn’t just want to be friends with him. with the help of rainbow and reagan, he had come to the conclusion that he really, really liked seungkwan, and that he was going to do something about it. remembering that he had invited seungkwan to the party, he devised a plan to not only tell seungkwan about his whole “i’m actually a demon” thing, but also about his true feelings. it wouldn't be easy, but it was what he had to do.

a month later, seungkwan still wasn’t exactly sure why he had agreed to go to jisungs frat house at 9:00 pm on a saturday night. yet there he was, standing on the front porch of a large house, wondering if he should bite the bullet and walk in, or spare himself and leave right then. he didn't get a choice, however, as rainbow and reagan stepped out of the house giggling while clutching onto each other. both stopped in their tracks when they saw seungkwan. the couple and seungkwan stared at each other for a good minute before seungkwan shook himself from his trance.

“hey rainbow!” seungkwan started, “and reagan too. i know we aren’t super close, but jisung invited me and i thought i’d just drop by and wish you a happy birthday.” he passed her a birthday card filled with $50 bucks and then turned to leave. “i’ll leave you guys now. have a great birthday!” before seungkwan could get very far, however, rainbow grabbed him by the arm.

“hey, i’d love if you’d stay! at least go say hi to jisung. i’m sure he’d like to see you,” she said, silently making note to have jisung pay her back for being a great wingwoman.

“he’s probably hiding in the second floor bathroom. if you don't see him in there, just say his name three times in front of the mirror. he’ll appear.” reagan explained. seungkwan thought she was joking. how wrong he was.

following his entrance to the house, he had to refuse not one, not two, but three different people who were looking to give him bottles or cups of something which seungkwan presumed to be various types of alcohol. navigating through the house was difficult, reaching the stairs to the second floor only after running into numerous people borderline fucking on two large couches in the living room, a smoke circle taking place in what seungkwan assumed to be a dining room, and a very aggressive makeout session against a wall. once he finally reached the second floor, he had some difficulty finding the bathroom, accidentally walking in on reagan and rainbow, who had miraculously made it upstairs faster than he had.

“if you don’t stop shitting constantly i am going to break up with you! also, stop taking feet pics! it’s weird!” he heard rainbow shout.

“at least i can eat seafood! how does it make your head hurt? you’re the weakest link! that fucking seafood platter was delicious. and you know what, i’m glad i didn’t have to share it with you!” reagan responded. seungkwan quickly shut the door, not wanting to get involved in whatever drunken argument was going on there. after a bit more searching, he finally stumbled across the right room. knocking first to see if anyone was in there, he entered, and to his surprise, nobody was there. jisung was nowhere to be seen. seungkwan reviewed his options. he could a) leave the party, or b) continue to look around the packed house. but there was another option. he thought about it for a second.

“what's the harm in trying,” seungkwan thought out loud, before staring directly into the mirror.

“han jisung, han jisung, han jisung.”

nothing happened. that's what seungkwan thought, until a minute later the lights in the bathroom flickered off and the mirror began to glow. “what. the. fuck,” seungkwan managed to squeak out before falling backwards into the tub. first a leg emerged, then two arms, and finally the rest of jisung’s body.

“i feel like the genie in aladin every time i have to get into a fucking mirror,” jisung complained before seeing seungkwan toppled over. to that view, he jumped down off the counter and moved to help him up. seungkwan, aside from falling, seemed to be reacting well to the whole situation, at least in the sense that instead of freaking out he seemed to be in a state of shock. jisung took this as a good sign, and lifted the motionless body up onto the toilet seat.

“hey seungkwan, you there?” jisung waved his hand in front of seungkwan's face as he slowly came to his senses.

“what kind of twisted party trick was that?” seungkwan asked, pretty seriously. jisung just laughed.

“you summoned me from the mirror. i’m like a funny version of michael jackson except i'm a demon and not a man in the mirror.” jisung explained. seungkwan just stared. “are you ok kwan? do you want me to get you some water?”

“it was… kind of sick.” seungkwan stated. he didn't know why he wasn't scared. under any other circumstance like this one, he probably would have shit his pants. for some reason he felt comfortable around jisung. he felt warm. he felt seen. it was something he hadn't felt before. that's when he realized. he wondered why it took himself to long to figure it out. he never hated jisung. he just didn't know what to do with the fact that he made him feel special, and that he felt as though he belonged when they were together. it had hit him why he was so nervous the whole night, why he had wanted to make such a good impression, and why he was willing to embarrass himself by calling out jisungs name as opposed to just choosing to go home. it was because he loved him.

“can i tell you something?” both of the boys said at the same time. jisung giggled and seungkwan flushed red. **authors note! bonus starts here**

“you first,” seungkwan offered. he wasn't exactly sure he would be able to make it through a sentence without getting any redder than he already was.

jisung took this opportunity to finally get his true feelings out into the air, “i like you… uhh like, i like like you. i have since we first became seatmates. well, i think that's when i've liked you since. i knew whe-”

“you're rambling again,” seungkwan told him. jisung flushed a dark shade of pink. “it's a habit of yours. i think it's cute actually.” seungkwan wasn't sure where his sudden surge of confidence came from, but he was glad it came. he was standing up now, holding jisungs hands in his. jisungs heart was racing a mile a minute as he looked down at their intertwined hands and them back up, catching seungkwan looking directly at his lips. “can… can i kiss you?” seungkwan stuttered out. jisung couldn't find his words, so he opted to just nod.

when their lips connected, seungkwan could have sworn he heard fireworks. he did later find out that someone was setting off a firework in the back yard, but it was the thought that counted. their lips melted together perfectly, and seungkwan wondered why it took him so long to admit his feelings to himself. he could have been kissing jisung for a month before this.

once they finally parted, seungkwan spoke softly, “i like you too. i think that's pretty obvious now but just in case you didn't know.” jisung had the dumbest, most confused face on, and seungkwan had the brightest smile he'd ever had. seungkwan had rendered jisung speechless, for once in his life. not long after, they started kissing again, content with their emotions and their new relationship.

seungkwan was never one to believe that good things were permanent. he was overdramatic, stubborn, and hated interacting with people outside his small social circle. that was until han jisung came along. he was starting to think that maybe, just maybe, he could let someone else into his life.

jisung was a simple man. well, not a man, but he was simple nonetheless. he liked banging parties, booze, the boys™, and bitches. well maybe there was one more thing he liked. he knew for sure he liked boo seungkwan. maybe he loved him. maybe seungkwan even felt the same way.

-fin

**BONUS**

reagan and rainbow leaned up against the door to eavesdrop on their matchmaking work.

“holy shit!” reagan gasped.

“what is it?? tell me what happened. you're hogging up the door!” rainbow hissed.

“our boy is so grown up,” reagan pretended to cry. “put your goddamn ear up here.” rainbow felt her ear connect with the cold door just as jisung confessed his feelings.

“i like you… uhh like, i like like you. i have since we first became seatmates. well, i think that's when i've liked you since. i knew whe-” his next words were cut off on the girls side of the door as reagan squealed.

“shut your mouth! seungkwans saying something!!” rainbow said, obviously annoyed that reagan was obstructing her ability to hear the exchange.

“can… can i kiss you?” they heard seungkwan say. both looked at each other in shock.

“oh. my. god.” was all rainbow could say.

“i think we should give them some alone time,” reagan suggested as she tugged rainbow down the hall.

“i think we need some alone time for ourselves,” rainbow said as reagan pushed her into a random room and locked the door behind them.

[miraefmd]

famedskiretreat plot call for mirae !!

like this / message me / reply if you see anything that could work for your muse or have another idea to plot for the event!

first things first:

open: hotel roommate. can be any female-presenting muse. mirae would be friendly to anyone she gets paired with (unless they have a pre-established negative connection), but she can kinda go with the flow, so if they’re not the type to wanna hang out with her, it’s fine. if they wanna stay up all night and talk, she’d be down for that too.

open: bowling team. mirae’s pretty competitive and i can see her being pretty good at bowling. she’s not gonna threaten physical violence over it or anything but she’s ready to act like it matters more than it does with her teammates or kinda rib anyone who’s being a party-pooper.

other event thoughts:

mirae is a fun haver. she loves to have fun. so she can be pretty much anywhere you want her to be. i’ll list some specific thoughts for specific places below.

she finishes squid game filming soon + is preparing for her solo debut, so that’s a topic of conversation that can be applied to anything

she’ll probably visit the fitness center a few times. she won’t be there all the time, but she’s got a routine to keep up.

if anyone wants to stop by any of the restaurants, she’ll be happy to come along, although she’s probably not the type to go out to eat alone.

same thing with the pool. she might head down to the hot tub on her own, but otherwise she’ll want company.

the spa on the other hand she’ll be hitting up whether she can find company or not. she’d also be very eager to talk anyone she knows into going with her.

she might go to the bowling alley to practice before bowling night if anyone wants to join her or if she might run into anyone there

she’ll go to the movies if someone drags her there, and same thing for karaoke probably? she’s not the type who’d have karaoke first on her list, but she thinks it’s fun when she does go. will pretend to fall asleep if she’s with someone who sings all ballads though

she might stop by the library, gift shop, sport shop just to see what they’re like, so that could give her the chance to run into some people as well

go against her competitive ass in kart racing i dare you. she’s not above trying to turn it into bumper cars

sky lounge!! she thinks it’s cute, so she’ll bug someone to go with her. that could be your muse!! who knows!!

mirae isn’t a skiing and snowboarding expert but i imagine she’s gone a few times (since debuting, and more skiing than snowboarding ig??). she can overestimate her abilities try to teach your muse (and possibly fail spectacularly) or someone who is more experienced than her can give her some tips (just make sure not to bruise her ego)

she’s an animal lover so catch her at the farm petting cows and shit

not 100% sure if she’ll go on the cabin stay / snowshoe hike but i can have her there if it offers a plot! she’s not the type to panic about the power so she’ll be chill

she’s also all for checking out the nightlife outside of the resort! if anyone wants to hit up the bars during the night or even explore during the day, she’s down

idk. i want some thrill and/or drama and/or intrigue in mirae’s life so anything there is welcome too

[vs-redemption]

hi there! could i request an aizawa x female reader oneshot? if you're willing to do angst, could it be him getting jealous when they go out for drinks with a group of friends :o

Ok, so I’m hoping this is angsty enough. I’m still getting used to writing in that style. Also, thank you so much for the request. I wasn’t sure about writing for Aizawa at first, but it was easier to get into his mindset than I thought it would be!

My requests are still open for anyone who is interested. Please check out my rules and masterlist!

A Big Deal:Part One (Jealous!Aizawa x Fem!Reader)

You can find Part Two of this story Here!

Today was kind of a big deal for you. After months of grueling effort and countless hours of overtime, you’d finally been acknowledged by your boss and given a huge promotion in your company. You’d been awarded a new title along with a generous pay raise, effective immediately. In addition to those perks, your new job responsibilities would allow you to finally use the degree you’d put yourself through college to obtain. It was really great news, and you were over the moon with excitement. A few of your colleagues suggested a night out to celebrate the career advancement. You were quick to agree. It was a Friday evening and you saw no reason not to make the most of this incredible day. You sent out a quick text message to invite your boyfriend and a few of your close friends to join in the festivities.

Today was kind of a big deal for Shota Aizawa too. He had always been a bit wary of relationships, both romantic and otherwise. He was a bit of an introvert and socializing often wore him down. He had a couple close friends that had forced their way into his life during high school and that had honestly been enough for him. He had been content to be mostly on his own until he met you and his outlook changed. You were hardworking, which he admired, and he’d noticed right away that you always gave him his space even though you were more outgoing than he was. You never forced him to attend big group outings or gave him a hard time when he was just too tired from work to do anything else besides get take out and have a quiet night in for date night. He appreciated the comfort and peacefulness you brought to his life, which is why he was actually quite excited that today was your one year anniversary together.

Aizawa wasn’t much for big extravagant gestures, but thought it might be nice to invite you over for a nice dinner when you finished work. He managed to get out of his teaching duties a little early so that he could pick up what he needed from the grocery store and get the cooking started. He had a nice evening with just the two of you in mind, so it came as a bit of a shock when he got your text message. He sighs and looks around his kitchen at all the half prepared food. Normally he would decline such an invitation, though he always appreciated you thinking to include him, but this was not a usual circumstance. He knew how hard you worked and was happy to hear that you were finally being recognized for everything you did. He takes out some containers and starts packing up the food, knowing he could always finish cooking it tomorrow.

The Izakaya restaurant where you were having your celebration was already packed with people since it was a Friday, but you’d somehow managed to book a decent sized table. The first round of drinks had been brought out and everyone was calling for you to make a speech. It wasn’t until they started bringing out the food that Aizawa finally arrived.

“Hey! Eraserhead!” Present Mic calls him over from the far end of the table. “You actually showed up! Come over here! I’ll order you a drink!” Aizawa glanced over at you but you were deep in conversation with two of your coworkers. He would have preferred to sit with you, but could settle for attaching himself to Mic since he didn’t know anyone else that well.

“Let’s have another round on me!” one of your coworkers calls to the wait staff. You laugh and nudge his arm with your shoulder.

“Idiot. We paid for ‘all-you-can-drink’!” You give him a teasing grin, “No matter what, we’re all going to be paying the same amount!”

“Aw, come on!” Another one of your male coworkers leans across the table, “You know we’re not letting you anywhere near tonight’s bill! You’ve been working so hard for this day, so let us treat you!”

“You make a good point,” You nod while lifting your glass. “And I’m not one to turn down free drinks!” They all laugh as the waiter disappears to go prepare another round for the table. Aizawa’s eyes linger on the two male coworkers for a moment before turning back to Present Mic.

“I guess she has a pretty good relationship with her coworkers,” he says flatly.

“Yeah! Definitely!” Present Mic declares with a wide grin, “I’ve met them a few times before. They’re fun dudes!”

“Hmm,” Aizawa found himself wondering if those guys knew you had a boyfriend. He trusted that there wasn’t anything deceitful going on, but it was weird for him to see you so open and relaxed around people who were strangers to him. He’d never really thought about what exactly happened when you were out at work parties. Perhaps this was normal. Still, he kept an eye on the people around you as the food and drinks continued to come.

“Shota,” you shuffle over to your boyfriend once last orders had been taken and the rambunctious group was kindly asked to leave the restaurant. “Thank you for coming! You usually don’t.” The words, though said with a lazy smile, struck Aizawa with a pang of guilt. You’d never forced him to go out, but perhaps you’d always wished he would.

“This was a special occasion,” he says while you both head out into the cool night air with everyone else. They were all mingling outside the restaurant, waiting to see what happened next. “You deserved that promotion, and I’m very proud of you.” He wanted to tell you that he’d also come to this party to spend time with you since it was your anniversary, but decided not to ruin your good mood by mentioning it. Perhaps he didn’t deserve to celebrate the milestone in your relationship anyway if letting you go out to these little get-togethers without him made him a bad boyfriend.

“Who’s up for Karaoke?” Present Mic throws his hands into the air, attracting the attention of other drunk groups meandering the streets nearby. A few people declined the offer, saying they needed to catch a taxi home, but a handful of others seemed enthusiastic about continuing the festivities of the night.

“Well we know you’re coming!” One of the coworkers from before slides up next to you and throws an arm around your shoulders. “This party is for you after all!”

“Of course!” You agree before turning to Aizawa. “You don’t have to come if you don’t want to. I know it’s not your thing.”

Aizawa stared blankly at the arm around you that was not his own. He was tired from work, he hated parties, and a night of karaoke was literally his worst nightmare. Were the things he hated the same things that made you happy? It made him wonder why you were even dating him in the first place. Maybe there was a reason why you hadn’t mentioned your one year anniversary, and perhaps this relationship meant something different to each of you. Even if that was true, could he really let you go off to spend the rest of your one year anniversary with a bunch of other guys?

“Hey, come on!” another one of your coworkers comes over and playfully shoves you in the direction of the karaoke bar. “You’re burning moonlight! Don’t think you’re getting out of doing a duet with me like the last time!” You can’t help but giggle at his antics.

Aizawa glared at the men who could not seem to keep their hands to themselves. Part of him wanted to whip out his scarf and knock them on their asses, but another part of him envied their closeness with you. They got to see you all day, every day. Did they know you better than he did? It made him feel ashamed somehow.

“OK! Ok!” You swat your coworkers away so you could focus on your boyfriend. “No pressure, babe!” You tell him, “I won’t be mad if you want to get home and get to bed.” Aizawa was second guessing everything now. Normally he took your words as kindness and understanding, but now he was wondering if it was a dismissal. It made sense if you didn’t want him to come. There was no way he’d join in the singing so he’d just be dragging the mood down by coming and lurking in the corner. It was better for you if he stayed behind.

“Yeah,” he shrugs, “I guess I’m going to call it a night.” He watches your face for signs that he’d made the right choice. Would you be happy that you were finally rid of him for the evening, or disappointed that he wasn’t as fun and outgoing as your coworkers? It was hard to judge your reaction.

“All right,” you tell him. “Go ahead and get some sleep. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.” You lean forward to give him a peck on the cheek before finally heading off towards your next stop of the night. Aizawa was left to watch you go off with a group of people he knew could make you happier than he ever could.

[aestheticallyunaesthetic17]

100 questions and answers

Who is your hero? Probably future me, i want to be able to grow up and be the better person that i hope they are, and the only way of knowing that is by making it happen.

If you could live anywhere, where would it be? New Zealand, Canada or USA. I lived in TX for 3 months and loved it there and I have family in NZ and Canada.

What is your biggest fear? Wasps, 100%. Not being stung but the way they look scares me.

What is your favorite family vacation? When we went to Krakow in Poland.

What would you change about yourself if you could? My skin color. I hate it so much.

What really makes you angry? People hating others or stopping others from being themselves.

What motivates you to work hard? To make future me happier than I am now.

What is your favorite thing about your career? I want to be in cabin crew, so probably the traveling.

What is your biggest complaint about your job? Being away from family.

What is your proudest accomplishment? Getting through the shit 2020 brought me without killing myself.

What is your child's proudest accomplishment? No kids rn.

What is your favorite book to read? Noughts and Crosses by Malorie Blackman

What makes you laugh the most? My boyfriend.

What was the last movie you went to? What did you think? Freaks. I was a bad movie, a little like the scary movies franchise. My friend was scared at parts which was super funny to watch

What did you want to be when you were small? An actor. Typical Leo ;)

What does your child want to be when he/she grows up? They can be anything they want to be.

If you could choose to do anything for a day, what would it be? Visit Edinburgh alone.

What is your favorite game or sport to watch and play? To watch, American Football. To play, archery.

Would you rather ride a bike, ride a horse, or drive a car? Drive a car, it's peaceful and warm. I would blast music.

What would you sing at Karaoke night? no idea.

What two radio stations do you listen to in the car the most? Heart and Capital

Which would you rather do: wash dishes, mow the lawn, clean the bathroom, or vacuum the house? Dishes or vacuum.

If you could hire someone to help you, would it be with cleaning, cooking, or yard work? Yard work!!!

If you could only eat one meal for the rest of your life, what would it be? Tandoori Prawn curry.

Who is your favorite author? Jacqueline Wilson or JK Rowling (only her books, not her)

Have you ever had a nickname? What is it? Just Em. But id like to be called Millie.

Do you like or dislike surprises? Why or why not? Depends on the surprise tbh, I like to plan a lot.

In the evening, would you rather play a game, visit a relative, watch a movie, or read? Watch a movie.

Would you rather vacation in Hawaii or Alaska, and why? Hawaii. I was meant to go this year but covid and leaving the US fucked it up.

Would you rather win the lottery or work at the perfect job? And why? Work the perfect job, id get bored sitting around all day.

Who would you want to be stranded with on a deserted island? my boyfriend.

If money was no object, what would you do all day? Travel and see the world.

If you could go back in time, what year would you travel to? 2012. To see my Nana again.

How would your friends describe you? Stupid.

What are your hobbies? Traveling, photography, music and shopping.

What is the best gift you have been given? Forgiveness from myself.

What is the worst gift you have received? Sixe XXL jacket when im an XS

Aside from necessities, what one thing could you not go a day without? My macbook.

List two pet peeves. - Breaking trust - Bad table manners

Where do you see yourself in five years? Hopefully working my dream job, maybe moved to a different country and traveling the world.

How many pairs of shoes do you own? too many, roughly 16

If you were a super-hero, what powers would you have? Invisibility or teleportation.

What would you do if you won the lottery? build my own house

What form of public transportation do you prefer? (air, boat, train, bus, car, etc.) Train, its so relaxing. Then planes.

What's your favorite zoo animal? Lions or tigers.

If you could go back in time to change one thing, what would it be? My time in America.

If you could share a meal with any 4 individuals, living or dead, who would they be? - My nana - my bf - Princess Diana - Obama

How many pillows do you sleep with? 4, two on each side.

What's the longest you've gone without sleep (and why)? 26 hours, traveling to Texarkana from Edinburgh.

What's the tallest building you've been to the top in? Idk tbh

Would you rather trade intelligence for looks or looks for intelligence? looks for intelligence because then you can earn enough for plastic surgery.

How often do you buy clothes? 1/2 a month

Have you ever had a secret admirer? Idk I guess so.

What's your favorite holiday? Summer vacation Christmas for an actual holiday

What's the most daring thing you've ever done? Moved half way across the world and lived with strangers.

What was the last thing you recorded on TV? Nothing

What was the last book you read? 1984

What's your favorite type of foreign food? Indian

Are you a clean or messy person? Both, but relatively clean

Who would you want to play you in a movie of your life? Millie Bobbie Brown probably

How long does it take you to get ready in the morning? 1 hour

What kitchen appliance do you use every day? Kettle

What's your favorite fast food chain? Chick fil A (i know, i cant buy it now tho)

What's your favorite family recipe? Nana's bacon and egg pie

Do you love or hate rollercoasters? LOVE

What's your favorite family tradition? Opening gifts on Christmas Eve

What is your favorite childhood memory? I dunno really, Ive forgotten a lot of my childhood.

What's your favorite movie? Ferris Bueller's Day Off or Beautiful Boy

How old were you when you learned Santa wasn't real? How did you find out? Probably 7/8 but I dont remember.

Is your glass half full or half empty? Half empty.

What's the craziest thing you’ve done in the name of love? Said i'd come back one day.

What three items would you take with you on a deserted island? A boat and food. Yes i am that person.

What was your favorite subject in school? Scottish school, geography. US school, government.

What's the most unusual thing you've ever eaten? Haggis

Do you collect anything? Foreign coins

Is there anything you wished would come back into fashion? Skinny jeans, my ass looks gooood in them

Are you an introvert or an extrovert? introvert that likes being sociable

Which of the five senses would you say is your strongest? hearing

Have you ever had a surprise party? (that was an actual surprise) nope

Are you related or distantly related to anyone famous? my dad is well know in the whisky business. Has his own prime tv show

What do you do to keep fit? Walk a lot and swim.

Does your family have a “motto” – spoken or unspoken? nope

If you were ruler of your own country what would be the first law you would introduce? everyone is equal.

Who was your favorite teacher in school and why? Scottish School, my geo teacher. US school, my english teacher.

What three things do you think of the most each day? My bf, my mum and America

If you had a warning label, what would yours say? Sad, angry and anxious

What song would you say best sums you up? 17 again

What celebrity would you like to meet at Starbucks for a cup of coffee? Timothee Chalamet or Tom Holland

Who was your first crush? a boy called Finlay who i rode the bus with

What's the most interesting thing you can see out of your office or kitchen window? sheep or cows very often

On a scale of 1-10 how funny would you say you are? 5

Where do you see yourself in 10 years? kids, married, settled down and happy. moved countries 100%

What was your first job? never had one

If you could join any past or current music group which would you want to join? 5sos

How many languages do you speak? 1 - english

What is your favorite family holiday tradition? opening gifts on Christmas Eve

Who is the most intelligent person you know? my mum

If you had to describe yourself as an animal, which one would it be? a cat probably or a tiger

What is one thing you will never do again? trust people fully

Who knows you the best? my bf.

[milkybonya]

hello smiling anon here :) can you do astro as best friends? i hope you have a wonderful day :) thank you

hello anonnie i missed you ! hope you’ve been well <3

Astro as best friends

Warnings: food mentions

MJ

of course he’ll be the chaotic friend

he’s so loud and all over the place and continues to be like this even when you tell him to stop

he does it out of love for you, his friend, okay? >:(

but i also feel like he would be great to go to for advice

i feel as though there’s nothing clouding his heart and he’ll always give you really positive answers

“you don’t know what your dream is? that’s okay, there’s still time. for now, just have fun and live happily until then!”

he’ll always provide you with short but meaningful comforts like that ^

and his presence is like a ray of sunshine

the type to make you stay awake all night at a sleepover and then suddenly knock out cold at 4am

always wants to sing karaoke duets with you so he can hear your voice, especially if you’re shy, but if you’re not then he enjoys vibing out with you when y’all both sing so loud that you get kicked out!

ordering large sushi platters on Friday nights to eat while watching movies

always asks you if his outfit looks good and gets mad if you say anything other than “yes, you look fabulous”

Jinjin

sweetest, kindest most caring friend

it’s so easy to tease him - if you do, he just laughs through it

he’ll try to tease you too but it ends up not being funny, which then makes it funny and the two of you end up laughing it off

you could call him at 3am and he’ll answer

literally only had his phone notifications on at night for you in case you need to talk to him

if you’re down for it, he’ll love spending time with you in nature

fishing, hiking, those sorts of things!

but if not, then he’s also down to just chill at home

i think he’ll just always be ready to do anything and go anywhere you ask

no questions, he’ll just do it

so you end up spending many midnights driving around and jamming to some fun tunes

the type to offer to pay for things when you can’t and then he won’t even ask you to pay him back until you bring it up

coffee-shop hunting every weekend and always laughing at each other’s foam mustaches

Eunwoo

always teasing you

it cracks him up so hard that you can’t help but laugh along

i know Eunwoo is the type to do his research meticulously, so perhaps he likes to plan things out, but i feel like he’ll ask you on a lot of last-minute excursions

“i know it’s 4pm but do you wanna go to that beach that’s a few hours away?”

remembers important dates that you tell him about, like an appointment you’re scared for or an exam day or important day at work

so he sends you texts to cheer you up!

“[y/n], you’ve got a big day ahead of you but you can do it!”

i feel like he’ll be a friend who will stand up for you, especially if you’re shy

if he notices you’re uncomfortable, he’ll speak up for you and will remove you from the situation

he’ll just know you so well that you don’t even have to speak before he’ll give you a hug, a blanket or whatever it is that you need during your tougher days

takes studying seriously so whenever y’all have a ‘study date’, he literally does not talk to you and gets mad if you try to

(but then might apologetically treat you to a drink or something :])

Moonbin

I feel like he’ll be the type of friend to tell you things as they are

he’ll probably force you to work out with him LOL

or if you manage to work your way out of that, he’ll send you photos and videos of him in the gym all the time with captions like “look at my biceps. bet i can beat you in arm wrestling”

honestly just a sof and happy spirit of a friend

if you ever fight or anything, he won’t be afraid to apologize if he’s in the wrong

OH if you love food as much as he does, a lot of your time together will be spent trying to find new places to eat at

food challenges will be a thing

he’ll cook your favourite meal for you on your birthday every year

random dance parties in the living room at 3am when one of you sleeps over

if you also like to swim, you’ll spend a lot of time together at your local pool

gets upset when you don’t think as highly of yourself as he does

sometimes you just make eye contact with him and both of you start laughing for no reason

Rocky

he’s the quiet friend who shows his love through his actions

will give you the occasional hug if you’re into that

i feel like his text messages will be very dynamic and expressive

leading you to have deep midnight text convos

loves teaching you dance moves and praising you no matter what your level of skill is like

always asks if he can have some of your food but is reluctant to give you some of his

a friend who will give you the best advice - not too honest and pessimistic but also not too overly optimistic

always asking you to go to Starbucks with him

likes to get your opinion on what he’s wearing

loves to spend chill days at home with you

honestly sometimes y’all will just meet up to take a nap LOL

facetimes you when you tell him you can’t sleep

if he owes you for something, he’ll do the most random things in return like dropping off groceries at your house

this one time he lied and told you he broke his arm and needed help just because he hadn’t seen you for a long time and wanted you to come over

Sanha

lets you style his hair for him as long as he can also style yours

randomly makes bets/asks you to play games

“bet i can finish drinking my water faster than you!”

if he’s taller than you, uses this against you by always placing things you need out of your reach

but only he’s allowed to tease you about your height - if anyone else does, he will fight them >:(

lets you wear his clothes when you sleepover and laughs if they look weird on you

is the friend who uses the ‘i forgot my wallet’ excuse to get you to pay for things

and pays you back by blowing kisses at you

always begging you to play games with him

is mad at you for the entire day when you win

you’ll probably end up become his parent figure in the friendship

or you’ll both be two chaotic peas in a pod ;)

his advice consists of “just do whatever you want!”

but is always there when you need a shoulder to cry on :)