TWD photoshoot was hilarious I just love how the girls where all clean and pretty and flawless and then you look over at the boys wrestling and covered in cake its like we can't take you two ANYWHERE never change
lmao honestly it was so good. i can’t believe we finally got a legit fun photoshoot of them all dressed up and being cute. we’re Blessed
just when you thought he couldn’t get any grumpier, min yoongi is cursed to walk the earth for all eternity.
so done with the world’s shit by now, honestly he stopped caring a long, long, looooong time ago and if anyone expects him to give a flying fuck about a hashtag or the panda’s dying they can think again.
political scandal? “is that a new band?”
global warming? “good, it’s kinda drafty here.”
the sun will one day grow to encompass the earth? “great, i’ll be waiting.”
whenever he gets bored or impatient with everything he’ll just go to ground and hibernate.
by which i mean he will literally dig himself a hole and go to sleep in the earth for anything from a week to a century (ok that was one time.)
and he’s cold all. the. time. like, yeah i know he’s technically dead but he actually feels the cold all the time, because he lowkey starves himself.
so he’s always very bundled up, and doesn’t really notice the temperature shift from inside/outside or winter/summer.
and yoongi is old, okay, he doesn’t need much blood to keep him going.
he’s got a short list of donors he can have a few sips from during the week, and that way nobody has to die because of him.
because ugh slaughter is such a pain to clean up.
so, not only is he technically dead, but he looks kinda malnourished, a little sick, and like he hasn’t slept. ever.
and yet he’s very pretty, flawless, stoic, and distractingly magnetic.
because he’s so old however, he’s not weak, just lethargic af.
there’s just one thing he cares about. wanna take a wild guess?
the only reason he hasn’t sunk to the bottom of the ocean, flung himself into a volcano, or walked into the sunset by now.
and when you don’t need to eat, sleep, or pee, you get through a lot of music so yoongi has pretty much heard it all.
these days he just kinda hibernates and wanders around while he’s waiting for new releases.
and you work in a record shop. wow isn’t that a nice coinkydink.
his usual place shuts down and he has to find a new shop that’ll let him sit around and listen to music in the evenings.
and your place of work is exactly one such place.
he comes in late, depending on the season, just when the sun has gone down, during the last few hours of your work day.
he doesn’t say anything, just sits and listens until you have to lock up.
and you just assume he works all day and this is the only time he has to go browse, although you notice eventually that he rarely buys anything, but you decide to leave him alone because he looks like he’s had one hell of a day.
anyway it’s nice not to be alone in the shop at the end of the day when it gets dark and all.
you tried to offer him coffee once, because you got some for yourself and he always looks like he just got in from a snowstorm. but he just shook his head no.
and at first he would stop by the shop once a month or every two weeks.
but one night, when you play something over the speakers that he hasn’t heard in decades, he suddenly feels???? nostalgic ????
and with wide eyes he asks you the name of the artist and you trip all over yourself and your words trying to tell him because you don’t think you’ve ever heard him speak and wow is that what his voice sounds like
and after that he starts coming every night to rediscover all the old stuff he hasn’t listened to in ages, because somehow in all his grump he had completely forgotten he could do that????
and he’s lowkey very grateful that he rediscovered his love of music through you, so whenever you try to make polite conversation with him after that he doesn’t just grunt or shake his head, he gives you actual answers, and you start learning more about him.
you let him stay after closing time, just a little while until you have to go, making small talk whenever he’s not absorbed in the music.
that way you learn so, sO much about music, everything from little technical details to great historical context, and you don’t understand how one man can have such a large range of knowledge.
and then you start playing whichever album he chooses over the speakers so that you can both listen and talk about the music together.
and stay around longer so he can finish whichever album he’s listening to that evening.
and he begins to walk you home because that way you can continue your conversations, and also it’s late and dark and he knows exactly what kind of monsters lurk in these shadows.
and by that time you’re already head over heels for him, but he’s very careful about keeping his distance, so you just assume he’s not attracted to you and that’s fine as long as he keeps keeping you company.
yoongi has probably mentioned he’s a vampire.
like at least twice he’s proclaimed to be dead and you just assumed you didn’t get the joke.
but the real joke is he’s dead, he doesn’t care who knows, and it’s not like anyone will believe him anyway.
“you’re too thin, when was the last time you ate something, yoongi?”
“a couple centuries probably, what year is it again?”
“you’re so pale, yoongi, you should get more sun.”
“i’m already dead, a little sun isn’t gonna help.”
“you look tired, yoongi, do you get enough sleep?”
“i took a ten year nap before this, don’t worry.”
“hey, yoongi, how are you today?”
“dead. could be worse, i guess.”
and then, you go and get a dang paper cut.
before you can so much as bring it to your lips yoongi is already at your side, pressing a tissue (where did that even come from?) to the cut so firmly it cuts off circulation to the entire finger anyway.
and he’s so,,,,, close.
you’ve never seen him so close, and all you can do is stare at him like an idiot and wonder how many people have specks of red in their eyes, because you’ve never seen that on anyone before.
and he doesn’t even breathe. he can’t.
and that’s when you realise “yoongi, you’re so cold!”
“i’m dead. i told you, i’m a vampire.”
and you’re like hha,,, hah,,,ha? w-what?
so he takes your other hand, and holds it to the side of his neck and he’s completely cold and there’s no pulse.
and now the cat is out of the bag so he may as well lean in and sniff you because life’s too short amirite.
“you smell……….. incredible.”
that’s when you see his lil fangs.
and at first you’re freaking out because hol ?? ?y STHIT???
but then you realise, this is yoongi, who’s walked you home for months now, he’s had every opportunity to drain you dry and he hasn’t and you’re desperately in love with him.
so you just kinda,,,,, chill.
and yoongi looks surprised, expecting you to kick and scream, and asks why your heart rate suddenly slowed again and you tell him it’s because you trust him.
so, he asks “but what if i bit you?”
and you say “you wouldn’t.”
“then,,,,,,,, what if i kissed you?”
your heart damn near beats right out of your chest.
and in response he gives you the smuggest grin, fangs and all.
what she means:
In Who Framed Roger Rabbit, Roger puts his hand down on a dusty chair. When he takes his hand away there are finger prints in the dust. Someone took the time to make sure the prints matched exactly to his cartoon hands. The editing is flawless. So much love and attention went into this movie, so many details that would only be seen through careful re-watching. Also you get to see Mickey Mouse and Bugs Bunny in the same scene which is pretty cool.
it’s already starting to get uncomfortably warm where I live, so here are some hot weather survival tips to help y’all keep looking effortlessly flawless even when your face feels like it’s melting off
You want sweatproof foundation? Add a primer and a setting spray to your makeup routine. e.l.f. has pretty decent ones for really great prices (the primer is like $3-5 depending on the store you go to, and the setting spray is like $3-7), and they’re cruelty-free!
You wanna wear a skirt/dress, but your thighs are all chafe-y? Rub some deodorant on the inside of your thighs to help eliminate friction. It may sound weird but it really does help.
If you live somewhere that has really humid summers, you can keep your hair from getting too crazy frizzy by using a serum (I use Designline’s Silk Drops, but that one’s a little pricey – OGX has a good one that’s way cheaper and smells like coconut). Squeeze a dime-sized amount into your hand, rub your fingers together, and run it through the length of your hair. If you want to go a step further, you can spray some hairspray into your hand, rub your hands together, and then run your hands over your hair to smooth it down.
BB cream is generally lighter and less cake-y than foundation, and in hot weather it’s less likely to melt off. I haven’t found a good cruelty-free one that’s pale enough for me yet, but Maybelline has a decent one that I used to use.
Liquid eyeliner is sweatproof, and the really good ones are even pool-proof. You should also make sure your mascara is waterproof so it won’t run when you sweat.
DO NOT SHAVE EVERY DAY. Shaving too often will give you dry skin and razor burn, which is super uncomfortable. You should be shaving every 2-3 days AT THE MOST. Also, use conditioner instead of shaving cream (it’s cheaper and works way better) and apply lotion as soon as you finish shaving.
If you’re struggling with sweaty skin and summer acne, try using a face wash, scrub, or mask with activated charcoal in it. It sounds weird, but it really works and is gentle enough for sensitive skin.
If your face gets all shiny over the course of the day, you might want to look into getting some blotting sheets (or “oil-absorbing sheets,” as they’re sometimes labeled) to keep in your backpack or purse. You just pat them on your face, and they absorb all the extra oil and help you look more matte and less shiny. You don’t even have to buy special blotting sheets – I had a friend who made her own by just cutting some tissue paper into little squares, and they worked really well!
Dry shampoo is a lifesaver, especially if your hair gets greasy and sweaty during the day. You can buy a cute lil bottle to keep in your purse, and use as needed throughout the day.
Every March/April, Walmart starts selling cheap flip flops for like a dollar a pair. I highly recommend going and buying a pair or two, because it’s honestly never a bad idea to have some cheap flip flops on hand, especially if you go swimming a lot.
Coconut oil is your best friend. You can put it on your lips to keep them soft and plump, you can put it in your hair as a deep conditioning treatment, you can use it to soften dry, rough skin like on your elbows and the soles of your feet – just do whatever. You can also substitute it for vegetable oil when you bake cookies or brownies; it tastes better and is better for you. 10/10
If you’re insecure about wearing revealing clothing because you have scars/stretch marks/ect., Vitamin E oil is really great for helping them fade. I am very clumsy and scar very easily, and this stuff is a life saver. (And of course, scars and stretch marks are nothing to be ashamed of – I personally think stretch marks are extremely adorable and love mine a lot – but if yours make you uncomfortable you have every right to use a treatment like this to make them less noticeable.)
I know you’ve probably already heard this a million times, but YOU NEED TO DRINK WATER. ESPECIALLY WHEN IT’S HOT AND YOU’RE SWEATING. Trust me, dehydration and heat stroke are not fun, you do not wanna go there. Drink whenever you have the chance. And yes, it does have to be water. Soda literally just makes you more dehydrated.
If you’re going to go to the beach or pool, go in the late afternoon/evening (like 4:00 p.m. or later). It’ll be way, way less crowded, and the sun will already be starting to chill out, so you have way less of a chance of getting burned.
If you DO get sunburned, aloe vera gel can save the day. When I was fourteen I got a sunburn so bad that I couldn’t sleep (because my soft, silky sheets were hurting me when they rubbed my skin) and almost had permanent scarring. My friend brought me some of this stuff and not only did it provide instant pain relief, but my burns healed completely and didn’t scar!
If you are out in the sun and start to feel dizzy, lightheaded, or nauseous, or if you develop a headache, get yourself to a cool, shady place (preferably inside an air-conditioned building) IMMEDIATELY.
DON’T WEAR SANDALS TO A CONCERT, FESTIVAL, OR OTHER OUTDOORS EVENT. TRUST ME. YOUR FEET WILL GET SO DIRTY AND GROSS, IT’S NOT WORTH IT.
You can make a really good body scrub by combining sugar, olive oil or honey, and a few drops of lemon juice. You can use it to exfoliate your body or even your face, especially if your skin gets kind of rough during the summer.
I probably sound like such a mom right now, but please don’t forget to sleep this summer. Teens and adults need AT LEAST eight hours a night to function normally, and lack of sleep can lead to heightened anxiety and lack of focus, and can even make you gain or retain weight.
Eating is important, too. I know I, for one, sometimes forget to feed myself if someone doesn’t remind me, but it’s important to make sure you’re getting 1200-1600 calories a day at the very least. And obviously you’ll need to eat more on days that you’re walking or exercising a lot, like if you go to a festival or on a hike.
Notes: fluff, tattooing, some angst, smut (m/m and m/m/f), some vague hinting to a troubled past, swearing, alcohol
Summary: Living their dream, Bucky and Steve run their tattoo shop ‘American Ink’ together, happily married for several years and business is going well. When a girl walks into their shop and inevitably into their lives right after they’ve received some exciting news, they have no idea how their lives are about to change with some harmless but straight-forward flirting.
A/N: The way Bucky and Steve met is cute, okay? I think it’s adorable.
“So, what’s up with you and the tattoo dude?” Clint says around a mouth full of pizza, spilling cheese on his shirt. He looks down, lower lip pushed out in a pout. “Aw, cheese”
“Real charming, Barton” Y/N rolls her eyes, throwing the hand towel at him that she saves especially for these occasions. “And there’s nothing going on, if you hadn’t noticed,” she puts the crust of her pizza slice back on her plate and sets it aside, “he’s married to that other ‘tattoo dude’, Steve”
Clint shrugs, “There’s couples who do that”
Y/N furrows her brow, only acting to be oblivious. “Do what?”
“Add a third party to the-.. well, party” Clint takes another bite, miraculously avoiding spilling more cheese, yet still looking like a bum as he slouches low on the couch.
If the concept of doing calligraphy makes you cry a little on the inside.
If the idea of putting together a cohesive theme makes you dread bulletjournaling.
If you look at your spreads and your notes and wonder why they’re not as pretty as the ones you see on your dash.
This community is built around a shared love of academia and bettering ourselves in our studies. Even if it sometimes feels like people only get notes if all their original posts look pretty and flawless and artsy, know that there’s a significant chunk of the community who cannot feasibly do that (Myself included).
So here are some bujo/notes ideas for the people like me who’s abilities extend to wielding a ruler to draw straight lines and (attempting) to write in cursive.
A minimalistic spread. Get an idea of what elements you want in your spread and just get the spacing down- No ruler necessary for straight lines! (It’s easiest to do this with a gridded journal).
A monochrome spread. If the thought of putting together a theme makes your head hurt, simply using a black pen and a pen and highlighter that are around the same color will still give you an aesthetic-y look. You can use your colored pen for headings, words you’d like to emphasize (Like vobabulary) or especially significant tasks.
Not a doodler or an artist? That’s okay! Fill in the blank space around your items with quotes that you really like or movies that you want to watch that you’ve heard or learned about over the week. If you pick a different color for each (Red for quotes, orange for movies, yellow for songs etc.) And if you make a lil key you’ll have a little organization system without dedicating entire pages of your bujo to lists of movies to watch and books to read.
Your bulletjournal can double as a scrapbook. You went to see the moves that week? Tape your ticket stub into some blank space and use the colors on the ticket to guide your theme. The same applies for pretty much anything- candy wrappers, movie and concert tickets, flyers. If you want- tape that sucker in and use it as a theme guide. Or just tape it in because it looks cool.
Of course, if you’re somebody who wants to get better at calligraphy and banners and such, I only have one thing to say to you and you’ve probably heard it a million times before: Practice. Practice hard. Know that you’re not going to be a master overnight but with some practice and maybe a little bit of tracing, you’ll be golden. I believe in you friend.
So that’s about all I have to say. Most of this was in regards to bulletjournal, but I think I got my point across. I would just really appreciate a little more support in the community for people who aren’t visual artists or very talented in that scope. I hope everybody has a nice day!
The Lord of the Wedding Rings: The Return of the King - iguana’s 2017 HELLsinki Worlds recap
This is it guys, the last big competition before the Olympics. So much potential for great skates, great disasters and great distress; this competition did not fail to deliver. Nor did the announcers, who were screaming out names and scores as if it were a wrestling match. And it was, in one way or another. Albeit a sparklier one. For a brief couple of days, we thought Javier Fernandez was gonna win his 3rd consecutive World title and I almost had those memes ready but at the same time I knew coming from behind like a wrecking ball was Yuzuru Hanyu’s specialty. To nobody’s surprise Evgenia Medvedeva broke a record; to everyone’s surprise, she only broke it in the long program. Meanwhile, Wenjing Sui and Cong Han’s blues for koolk brought the pairs crown back to China and Tessa Virtue and Scott Moir purple rained on Gabriella Papadakis and Guillaume Cizeron’s parade. Let’s start the recap!
Every 7 years I feel a sudden urge to watch a lot of Star Trek and since my dormant Star Trek-feelings have awakened this year, I’ve come to the conclusion that I need to follow more Star Trek tumblrs.
Reblog/like this if you post Star Trek (TOS, AOS, TNG, VOY, etc.) sometimes or all the time, so that I can follow you. That is if you want a geeky 20 year old woman to follow you. It would help me out a lot because I honestly need more of Shatner’s ripped shirts, Nimoy’s flawless makeup and Kelley’s cute face on my dash. Seriously though, DeForest Kelley was SO CUTE. SO. CUTE. God damn him and his little booty shake…
Summary: You’re just ‘one of the guys’ aka: “not considered an option by the guys”. And it hurts. Especially when it comes to your friend and crush Steve Rogers.
Or, Where a drunk Steve tries to break into your room at an ungodly time of night.
Author’s note: I know this has been long overdue😭,
also thank you so so so much for all the support and feedback you guys have been giving me on my imagines, it means a lot.❤❤❤As always feedback is much appreciated!
Warnings: insecurities, language, Steve being a hot ass mess
Steve rogers is a ladies man.
Well kind of a ladies man…The ladies came to him, he didn’t
come to the ladies.
Two years ago you helped put the Avengers team back together
and then joined it.
Three months after joining the team you realized you had a
crush on Steve Rogers.
Nine months later you were in love with him.
A year ago Steve dated Sharon Carter for four months. And
has been a ladies man ever since.
“Damn he’s making a second round already?” Sam mutters under
his breath. Bucky muffles a snort. You’re sitting at the kitchen countertop on
a tall stool with Bucky and Sam on either side of you. The three of you are
currently watching Candice “just call me Candy” Martin run her glossy pink
nails up and down Steve’s arm. Steve’s blushing, but he doesn’t stop her.
That’s the thing about Steve. He never makes the first move. The girls come on
to him and he just blushes in that adorable Steve Rogers way of his and allows
it to happen. Then he asks them out and of course they accept- he’s Captain
America. You never knew women to be so forward until you had met Steve. They
competed with each other for his attention and seemed to relish it.
First there was Candice Martin, the pretty pale and freckled
Then Freja Hosk, the tall intimidatingly beautiful, Swedish
ice blond medic.
Then Paisley Fisk, the gorgeous SHEILD scientist, blessed
with flawless dark skin, deep dimples, plush full lips, and waist length
After her there was Biyu Zhou the stunning Chinese agent,
graced with an amazing body and a pretty face that always seemed to be flirting
And these were the ones that Steve went on multiple dates
with. There was no counting the amount of women he’d only gone out with one
time. He’d seemed to have gone through the whole building.
Now it seemed to be back to Candice. You watch Candice give
Steve’s arm a lingering squeeze before leaving the kitchen. Your heart twists
and you look down at your cereal. You hate feeling this way. Especially for
someone who would never feel the same way about you. You and Steve are close
friends; you could even call him your best friend, after Sam. But to him you’re
just one of the guys.
‘One of the guys’ ….you hate that expression. Because it’s
always described you.
You’re not even lucky enough to be one of those cool ‘one of
the guys’ girls, the ones that understand men and eventually have one of their
guy friends falling for them. No. You’re just one of the guys because guys
don’t even consider you a sexual option.
Steve calls you ‘buddy’ for pete’s sake.
Steve wanders over to the kitchen counter and pulls up a
stool next to Bucky.
“Let me guess, hot date this Friday?” Sam asks.
“Yeah” Steve answers, stealing a blueberry from Bucky’s
plate. Bucky halfheartedly swats Steve’s hand away.
“Man even I wasn’t getting this much action in my heyday,”
Bucky chuckles. He reaches out and thumps Steve on the back. “Who woudda
thought that Stevie turned out to be the biggest lady killer of ‘em all”
Steve shakes his head, and swipes Bucky’s coffee mug,
draining it in one gulp. Amid Bucky’s protests Tony walks into the kitchen. His
hair is sticking in all different directions and he has that crazy ‘I haven’t
slept in 24 hours’ look in his eye. For about a week him and Banner have been
hole-ing themselves in the lab with a few choice SHEILD scientists working on
some secret ‘important project’.
“Rough night Tony?” Sam asks.
“Yeah,” Tony walks over to the other counter and pours
himself a cup of coffee. “And not the good type of rough either.”
“But, even genius comes out of my roadblocks.” Tony sighs
holding his mug in his hands and inhaling the coffee’s aroma .
“So you finally finished the project?” you ask.
“Nope.” Tony answers “But while I was trying to work on the
project I got to thinking about Cap’s problem…well one of his many problems.”
Tony chuckles to himself at his, and pulls something out of his pocket and
tosses it at Steve. “And of course being the humanitarian I am, I solved it.”
“What’s this?” Steve turns what looks like a silver flask
over in his hands.
“Next time you want to relax, try cracking this open with
ice princess over here on a Saturday night. If it works properly you two
finally won’t be the only sober ones on our poker nights.”
“Uh, thanks Tony,” Steve says hesitantly, tucking the flask
away, but you know he’s happy. Steve’s confided in you many times that he
wishes he just could let go, just not think about the fate of the world or what
everyone wants him to be for once. He smiles at Tony and Tony flashes a smile
“No problem.” He downs the rest of his coffee and pops a
piece of chewing gum. “Now if you’ll excuse me I’m supposed to get brunch with
Ms. Paisley Fisk,” Tony’s grin stretches from ear to ear.
“Never seen you so excited about brunch Tony,” You observe,
taking a bite of your cereal.
“Brunch? I couldn’t give a rat’s ass about brunch. Now
Paisley Fisk on the other hand…?” He gives a low whistle “I mean have you seen
her?….And have you seen those knocke-”
You roll your eyes “Alright Tony, we get that you’re a dog.
Move along” You interrupt him. Tony smirks and heads out the door.
“Did he just lick his lips?” You ask, but Sam’s too busy
collecting the dirty dishes and Steve and Bucky are hunched together, probably
discussing the flask, so you don’t get an answer. You sigh and head out,
deciding to get some paperwork and training in so you don’t just lounge around
all day. As you head down the hallway, a thought strikes you. Not once has Tony
Stark, the famous playboy who would flirt with anything female with a pulse,
flirted with you. Not one sly remark, cheesy pickup line or cheeky comment.
‘Damn I really must be
ugly’ you think to yourself. Heavy
footsteps jogging behind you interrupt your thoughts.
“Hey,” Steve says catching up to you, giving you that
dazzling smile of his.
“Hey” you respond, smiling back.
“We still on for movie night?” he asks
“Of course, I have three picked for you today,”
“Are the going to be as bad as the last ones?” Steve rolls
You gasp in mock horror. “Steve Rogers. My movie choices
Steve pretends to think “Okay maybe one of them wasn’t bad.”
You guys reach the training room. You push open the glass doors and enter.
“Was it the one that made you cry?”
Steve wraps his arms around your waist, effortlessly pulling
you off the ground. He starts to muss up your hair. “Take that back! I just had
something in my eye.”
“No! I’m telling the truth!” you screech, laughing. Steve
starts to tickle you and you squirm. “Stop! Put me down!”
“Oh okay,” he says and makes as if to drop you, making you
screech and cling to him. Your stomach hurts from laughing.
“Steve?” A high pitched voice cuts through your happy haze.
It’s Candice “Could you spar with me a bit?” Steve puts you down, and you
prepare to mask your expression, to smile and say you’ll catch him later, but
when you look up he’s already walked away.
That Friday night starts out as usual. You hole yourself up
in your room so you don’t have to see Steve getting ready to pick up Candice
for their date. But today you don’t even have Sam to keep you from slipping
into sadness because he’s out with his girl tonight too.
So you sit and stew .
Listen to sad music
Watch a sad movie that make your heart hurt.
Eat pizza and ice-cream and stew.
Look at pictures of Steve on your phone.
Zoom in on his biceps and cry.
And then you start thinking about how Candice is probably
running her fingers through Steve’s hair, pulling him closer and kissing him.
He’s probably wrapping his arms around her waist, and then you start thinking
about how he’ll never touch you like that- he’ll never want to touch you like that. How nobody ever does- and then you
decide it’s time to put yourself to bed.
But you just lay in the dark staring
up at the ceiling, thinking about all the beautiful women he’s dated and start
comparing yourself. You wish you could
be pretty like them. Take their beauty and wear it like a mask- after all how
else would anyone ever notice you? You
wish for once someone would see you, actually see the whole you and want you.
Just as your eyes are about to start watering your door
shakes. It sounds like someone’s trying to break in. Reacting quickly, you grab
your pistol from your dresser and approach the door. The door handle continues
Your mind boggles at who it could be, after all, what
intruder would be this loud? And the compound is practically impenetrable, how
would they have not set off any alarms? Still, your heart rate rises as you
look through the peephole. When you spy a familiar head of blonde hair you huff
and put away your pistol and open the door.
“Steve? Wha-“ Steve barrels past you, flicking on the lights
and kicking off his shoes. He sways slightly, and turns towards you. You catch
the strong scent of something then, like alcohol, but slightly off. He says
your name, surprised.
“Wha-wha are ya doing in my room?” He says
“Steve this isn’t-“ you start, but Steve walks up to you and
puts a finger to your lips.
“Shh- iss okay, ya can stay” he slurs slightly, and sits on
“Steve are you drunk?” You ask, crossing your arms over your
Steve giggles “Ya, To-nyyy’s stuff actually worked” he
sing-songs Tony’s name. “I feel great” He says laying back.
You hold back a smile, and then a terrible thought crosses
your mind. “Steve, where’s Bucky?”
“Oh don’t worry, old Buck’s in his room. Out lika light”
Steve snorts “Lightweight.”
You shake your head, wondering what you’re going to do with
him, when the sound of movement on the bed makes you look up. Steve’s already
stripped off his shirt and is working on his pants. You want to say something-
you should stay something, but you’re too distracted by the flexing of his
abdominals as he peels off his jeans.
“Steve” You hiss, you don’t think you can say much else. Not when every muscle in his body is standing out in sharp relief.
Steve looks up and smiles widely at you, patting the place
next to him. Steve really must be gone. Normally he would be three shades of
red if you even mentioned seeing him shirtless. You hesitate for a moment
before crawling next to him. He wraps a
well muscled arm around you and pulls you close. It feels so nice you don’t
even mind the stink of alcohol on his breath
“So” you scramble for something to say. “How was your date?”
“Oh really?” you ask. You decide to try to fish details out
of him. “Candice is very beautiful”
“Yeah not really my type.” Steve snorts.
“Oh?” your fingers decide to do their own thing and start
tracing the ridges in his forearm. “What’s you type then?”
Steve’s silent for such a long time you start to think he’s
fallen asleep. But then his fingers grasp your face, squishing your cheeks
together. He looks down at you, and his big blue eyes look like languid pools
“You. This beautiful face of yours.” He replies. Your heart
pounds and you will it to stop. He’s drunk. In the morning he won’t even look
at you let alone want you.
“Stop playing Steve,” You turn and start scooting away.
“I’m noooot” he whines, and hooks an arm around you, pulling
you to his chest. You try to squirm away but he’s got you in an iron grip
“You’re so beautiful Y/n” His large calloused hand caresses your face sloppily.
“Oh really?” you say, trying to keep the bitterness out of
your voice. “Why haven’t you said anything before?”
“’cause ya won’t let me.” You feel lips at press at the back
of your neck, and you have to stop yourself from squeaking “Come’on y/n….just
give me a chance… just one chance. I promise I won’t mess it up. I’ll tell ya
that you’re beautiful every day…” He kisses your earlobe and sets your skin on
fire “I’ll treat you right. I promiiisee. Why won’t you give me a chance?” his
voice turns whiney again. He’s suddenly too close, too much and you squirm out
of his embrace. He makes a hurt noise in the back of his throat and you hush
him, turning off the lights.
“Let’s go to bed Steve.”
“Ooh I like the sound of that,”
“If you don’t shut up…” You snap, feeling your way to the
bed. Once you’re under the covers Steve locks you in his embrace again, almost
crushing you. You lay on his chest, his warmth enveloping you, your mind racing
a mile a minute. Then Steve’s hand slides up your body and starts rubbing your back and
you slip off into sleep.
When you wake up Steve’s gone. Your heart drops, but after
laying in bed for a bit you decide to confront him. You pull on your favorite
pair of high waisted jeans and an over-sized cropped sweater. You look at
yourself in the mirror. ‘At least I can look good while getting rejected.’ You
head into the kitchen and are greeted with the sight of a busted looking Bucky
being served breakfast by Sam. You pause for a moment to scoop a muffin from
the box on the counter and to admire the architecture of Bucky’s hair, half of
which is standing straight up, the other half is at a 90 degree angle.
“So I take it Stark’s concoction worked?” Sam asks,
arranging pancakes on a plate. Both of their backs are to you, Bucky sitting at
the kitchen counter, Sam in front of the stove top.
“Yeah,” Bucky says, voice rough, “Who woudda thought Stark
could make that good stuff?”
Sam chuckles “So you and Rogers have a good time last
“Ya, well until Steve started getting whiney.” Bucky snorts.
“Buck, why doesn’t y/n like me? She’s so pretty Buck I can’t
take it, why doesn’t she liiike me?” Bucky mocks Steve’s voice. “After that I
decided to go bed. I get enough y/n talk when I’m sober.”
“Really?” Sam pries, and you smile, Sam knew about your
little crush, and like a true friend was fishing for more information.
“Yeah, he’s such a wimp, I always tell him just to make a
move-“ Bucky cuts him self off “Sam ya better not tell y/n about this…I swear”
Sam turns around, pancakes in hand “Don’t worry-“ He looks
up and meets your gaze “I won’t have to” he laughs. Bucky looks up at Sam and
then turns around. He groans.
“Y/n, how long have you been?- Actually nevamind,
obviously long enough. Just do me a
favor and don’t tell Steve about this? He’s an absolute madman when it comes to
you….” Bucky grumbles, pulling his hood over his head.
“a… madman?” You ask walking up to the counter.
Bucky snorts. “Yeah he practically beat Stark’s ass after he
overhead him saying something slick ‘bout ya.”
You lock eyes with Sam. “Go get him tiger.” Sam smiles at
you. You wipe your palms on your jeans and turn to head out.
“Word ta the wise, check the roof.” Bucky calls out after
You find Steve
sitting on the roof, staring off into the distance. His hair is still
messy but he’s wearing a clean white button down shirt, and tan pants with
those suspenders you always secretly find adorable on him.
“Steve?” you call out hesitantly “Can we talk?”
Steve’s head whips around and his eyes widen. He then
massages his temples with a groan. He must be suffering from quite the
“You don’t have to say it y/n, let’s just forget last night
ever happened.” Your heart beats faster and you gather up the last of your
courage before it completely slips away.
“Steve-what you said…did you mean it?”
Steve groans again, dropping his head into his hands.
“Yes.” He says quietly.
“Why didn’t you ever tell me Steve?”
“Why should I have?” he gives a defeated chuckle. “Ya
already rejected me,”
“What?” Your mouth drops in disbelief and you walk up and
stand next to Steve, looking down at him “When? When did you even ask me out?”
Steve looks up at you “What do you mean? I tried after every
upstate training session.”
Your eyes squint as you think back. A little over a year ago
the team met upstate for a four days to train at this specialized facility and
test out new weapons. You think back some more.
“You just asked me to ‘hang out’ after those sessions.” You
say incredulously, “Not on a date”
“But that’s how people date nowadays.” Steve looks confused.
You laugh “No, not really. And anyways after those training
sessions I was so disgusting that the
last thing I wanted to do was go get ice-cream and marinate in my own sweat for a few hours”
“But all tha other girls took ‘hanging out’ ta mean a date”
Steve looks even more confused.
“I guess nowadays ‘hanging out’ can imply a date, but most
of the time it still just means hanging out. At least to me” you mutter the
last part “Where’d you get this idea from anyway?”
Steve’s ears turn pink “Uh Bucky”
You eyes practically roll out of your head “Steve! You know he
only thing Bucky knows about dating is from those stupid teen drama shows he’s
Steve’s face turns bright red “I’ll have ya know Bucky was
quite good with the ladies.”
You can’t help but to burst out laughing. After you calm
down you sit down next to Steve. “You going to Bucky for advice on dating is
like the blind leading the blind”
Steve chuckles, wiping a hand down his face. After a moment
“Steve, why’d you practically date the whole building
instead of just telling me.”
“I dunno. I guess I just thought you’d already rejected me
so I didn’t want to push the issue, and still wanted to be your friend. So I
just thought I’d try to find someone else…” he turns his head and looks at you “But
damn it Y/n it’s impossible to find someone who even comes close to ya…” His
gaze takes your breath away so it takes a moment for you to respond.
“I guess that’s a good thing then…cause I feel the same way
“Yeah” you laugh and you feel like you’re flying because all
the baggage, all the pain is starting to unload. “And if you hadn’t been so
dumb and listened to Bucky you would have known a long time ago.”
Steve smiles widely and wraps an arm around you, the other hand caressing your face.
“So. You wanna go on a date with me?”
“Yeah” You pretend to consider it, and then lay your head on his shoulder “Sounds a lot better then
just hanging out.”
So you know that whole “Someday, my prince will come to rescue me. Riding a handsome white stead. Dressed in shining armor.” concept…?
I’m pretty positive I would rather have: “Someday, my Empress will come to rescue me. Riding a wild black stallion. Dressed in black leather.”
WHY PEARL AND MARINA ARE BOTH EQUALLY GREAT CHARACTERS
I honestly needed to post this. The hate going around for Pearl, and the praise for Marina is absolutely ridiculous, and both should be loved equally.
REASONS WHY SHE DESERVES TO BE RESPECTED AND LOVED JUST AS MUCH AS MARINA.
•PEARL befriended MARINA! If not for Pearl, Marina would most likely not even show up in Splatoon 2. If she did, she’d be evil or be killed by agent 4. Off The Hook wouldn’t even exist without Pearl because she convinced everyone Marina was great and her DJ skills + Pearls rapping gained them popularity. If she did turn out good and come to pursue a career in inkopolis, she’d most likely be shunned by inklings. Did you see any other octolings around the inklings? Yeah, didn’t think so.
•Pearl brings a lot of diversity in terms of music to the Splatoon universe. In the first game, we rarely heard anything besides the peppy pop songs by the squid sisters/other artists as music for inklings (there were other genres, they can be heard in the back near the amibo area, but it’s only two songs). In Splatoon 2, Pearl is a rapper, meaning she helps popularize a genre that isn’t as common.
•Her design is visually appealing and her character is original and different from a typical inkling. She’s much shorter and has a lighter palette in terms of hair and clothes compared to other inklings. She’s very sassy, outgoing, and energetic all at once, while also being playful and using a lot of sarcasm. She’s very much a ‘think outside the box and be creative’ type of character.
WHY SHE SHOULD DESERVES TO BE RESPECTED AND LOVED AS MUCH AS PEARL
•She has flaws, just like any other Octoling/Inkling. Like for example, she’s forgetful. She’s reserved. She is not a ‘perfect goddess’, and just because she is visually appealing does not mean she is automatically without flaw. Although her faults do match well with her character.
•Without Marina, Pearl’s rapping wouldn’t have becomes huge success, since it needed a beat, catchy tune, and overall instrumental portion for songs. Her singing voice is also very smooth and pretty, automatically meaning she helped out with the music for Off The Hook. She could easily record her own music without Pearl for backup vocals and gain immense popularity with the inklings, meaning she could be like the squid sisters and be known for her pop music.
•Her design is incredibly well balanced in color and looks, as well as her personality fitting her character quite well. Her color palette consist mostly of black, brown, and teal, and it all blend together wonderfully. Not to mention her eyes, which have a very unique and beautiful look to them. Her personality fits her perfectly. She is shy, timid, and a bit more reserved than others since she is an octoling in inkling territory. This matches her design very well, since her face usually has a very soft and shy smile. She is easily one of the best designed and thought out characters in this game.
- PEARL AND MARINA -
WHY THEY’RE BOTH EQUAL
•They balance each other out perfectly. One is the very out going, sassy one who makes sure the quieter one participates and has fun, while the other is shyer and timid, keeping the energetic one under control and making sure they relax from time to time.
•Both palettes compliment each other very nicely. One is focused on lighter colors, such as white and pink, while the other is centered around black and teals. They have a mix of both dark tones and brighter palettes, keeping it very balanced in terms of visuals.
•Both characters are relatable in some way, whether it be looks, personality, clothing choices, or choices in general.
Alright, I think my work is done here. The next time you think Pearl is ugly, or Marina is flawless, Please read this post. They’re both perfect squid idols, and people will have to accept that sooner or later, whether they like it or not. I covered pretty much everything, singing, appearance, and personality, so don’t call this unfair. And thank your for your time. You can prefer either, I don’t care. Just respect the other, please.
Hi! Please could I request headcanons of the RFA+V+Saeran first date with MC?
Oh, boy! First dates! I hope I do this justice for you,
anon~! (: Sorry it takes me so long to finish these requests. I am a college
student who is trying to prepare for the sweet release of death finals.
Anywho, I tried to make these worth the wait but I still feel like a potate.
After he finished up the semester, he vowed to
take you on a dream date.
He suggested just about everything, and you had
to calm him down.
“We can see a movie, and go to dinner, and go
bowling, and I’ll see if Jumin can lend us a limousine! Do you think he would?
Oh! We can—“
“Yoosung… Sweetie, just breathe for a minute. Do
either of us have the money for this?”
He was silent for a moment.
“Er… Then how about a picnic?”
There we go, Yoosung. Thinking inside the
The two of you met at the park. He found a lush,
green field for you two and laid down a large blanket.
He sat down a huge basket, and you were
wondering what on earth he could have brought that would need that much space.
As if reading your thoughts, he began babbling
“I made sandwiches, gimbap—meat and without
meat, I didn’t think to ask if you were vegan, sorry—mandoo, gaeran mari, some
musubi.. Hmmm, oh, and rice cakes!! I also made—“
He continued on for a moment, listing off the
menu as he pulled it straight from the basket.
You place a finger to his lips to silence him,
and you could have sworn he almost jumped out of his skin.
“Yoosung!” you blurt. “Let’s just eat!”
His cheeks were an adorable shade of red, and his shoulders trembled.
He reminded you of a nervous little Chihuahua,
and it honestly made you giggle a bit.
The two of you sat down to eat, and you noticed
he looked really drained.
“Did you get enough sleep? Did you play LOLOL
all night again?”
He gave a sheepish smile and gestured to the
food laid out all around on the blanket.
“Not this time… I was up all night making this
for us. I wanted it to be perfect, so I had to restart a few times… It isn’t
too bland is it? Did I make it pretty enough?”
“Yoosung,” you breathe, quite shocked at the
amount of effort he put into some picnic snacks. You shake your head in
disbelief. How could any guy be so incredibly sweet?
“It is perfect. This entire day is perfect.
Thank you so much.”
Yoosung looks entirely flattered, trying his
best not to smile from ear to ear, looking down at his gimbap and toying with a
lace on his shoes.
This man is completely flawless in your eyes,
and you are so proud of him. You decide you want to hang onto him for as long as humanly
He asked you out through a phone call.
You had to mute the phone to keep from squealing
right in his ear.
The two of you end up parking in front of a
large building. He didn’t tell you what the place was.
Zen is a complete gentleman, opening doors for
you and holding your hand every chance he gets, commenting on how beautiful you
Which he better have, because you spent ages primping for this guy.
He leads you inside, and immediately you know
what the place is.
There are cymbals stacked up in the corner of the
main hall, piano benches and music stands propped against the walls.
He smiles at you knowingly, then leads you into
a small room with just a piano and a couple of chairs.
“Pull a chair up and sit beside me… I want to
play something for you.”
You follow his instructions and sit in the
chair beside his, just a bit behind him since he was sitting in front of the
piano—you didn’t want to get in the way.
His lips quirk up once more, a dazzling smile
that shows the pearly whites of his teeth.
Your heart thumps against your chest as his
bright crimson eyes gaze softly into yours.
“Don’t think I’m a creep just yet, but… I
couldn’t get you out of my mind. So…”
He turns around and taps out a few notes and
chords, making sure of the key for what he was about to play.
“Ahem, I… I wrote this for you.”
Your eyes widened. He wrote you a song?! And he
actually sounds nervous about it?!
Without further explanation, he began playing
before he could chicken out completely.
It’s magnificent… The sweet melody fills the
room, a major key that could lift even the most broken of spirits.
Zen was slightly slouched, fingers gliding over
the keys as if it was second nature, swaying along gently to the music.
You press a hand over your mouth, smiling like a
giddy little girl as you watch him play with such deep emotion. It was like
seeing a whole new Zen.
He looks entirely vulnerable before you, all of
his emotions spilling out with every chord he creates.
Suddenly, a smooth, deep voice resounds
throughout the room. He’s singing.
He adorns his suave baritone voice with vibrato, singing each note with utter grace and perfection…
God, he sounds just like an angel…
You didn’t notice the tears falling from your
eyes until the song was complete.
He turns around and looks at you, tears brimming
in his own eyes.
He smiles again, knowing exactly what you’re
He’s feeling it too.
You leap forward and wrap your arms around his
He laughs and embraces you as well.
“I love you, Zen…”
“Mm, not as much as I love you…”
The two of you are going to the sPA BECAUSE YOU
BOTH DESERVE A BREAK.
After hearing how much Jumin was overworking
Jaehee, the whole thing was your idea. Your bae was so!! stressed!!
You needed to relax anyway.
You planned it as a “date,” but the two of you
hadn’t disclosed any romantic feelings for each other.
You wanted her to know how you felt, but at the
same it terrified you.
What if she doesn’t like you back? You don’t
deal very well with rejection..
The two of you got manicures and pedicures
It surprised you when you heard her giggle and
Apparently, her legs are very ticklish.
Her laugh is so bubbly, and the way she curls
her legs up to avoid being tickled just warms your heart.
You love seeing her happy.
The only thing that started to bother you was
when the two of you went for massages.
Both of you had to undress at least partially
and be rubbed down by another person in order to receive a massage.
Jaehee was going to be pawed at by someone else
with only a thin sheet in between the two of them.
[MC rage mode activated]
You could hardly enjoy the massage because of
it, especially when Jaehee let out little moans when the masseuse worked out
the stress from her shoulders.
be me making her feel like that, you thought.
Finally the two of you got some alone time in a
She was reluctant to get in at first.
“Jaehee… They don’t just pick up some dirt and
throw it in here with water. This is good for your skin!”
This sweetheart had never been to a spa before.
You were so glad to treat her.
She got in and immediately the warmth of the mud
soothed her tension.
She is now leaning back against the edge of the
bath. She’s had her eyes closed for several minutes; you could only assume she fell asleep.
“… You’re so cute when you’re sleeping…”
MC, you big idiot. It’s a good thing she didn’t
“Ah, I’m so relaxed. I haven’t felt like this in
year,” she hums. “Thank you so much, MC. I could just kiss you right now.”
“Why don’t you?”
MC, REALLY? You just love suffering, don’t you?
Just love digging holes for yourself—
Jaehee laughs. She looks over at you with a wide
smile and sees your blush.
It is so endearing to her. You’re just so
adorable and shy. Why can’t you just tell her what you’re feeling?
“It’s the least I could do for someone like you,”
she says, and your eyes widen to comic proportions.
She softly laughs again and leans over, pressing
a soft kiss to your cheek.
[MC liquesce mode activated]
Fancy dinner date with the executive director of
It was surreal. Jumin ordered and sent you a
nice, black dress with matching heels and light jewelry. He even arranged a
limousine to drive you two there.
You really felt like it was too much, but Jumin
insisted that you just relax and indulge for tonight. This was your first date
and he wanted to make it special for the both of you in any way possible.
It was like you were in a fairy-tale
You would have believed that Jumin was prince
charming if he hadn’t been looking so grumpy all night.
Finally, after the two of you were halfway
through your dinner, the wine you were drinking gave you enough confidence to
ask him why he looked so pissy.
“Is it me? Do you not like me…?”
“MC, that’s ridiculous. You’re the most
important woman in the world to me…”
He closes his eyes briefly and sighs, placing
his silverware down. He very suddenly pins you with a hard gaze, taking you
“I misjudged the length… Your dress is too
short. These dogs keep staring.”
Sure enough, there were men in this nice
establishment who were low-class enough to check out a lady. And another man’s
lady at that!
You pull your dress down over your knees, trying
to keep full coverage of your thighs while you sat at the table.
You are very uncomfortable.
The corner of Jumin’s lips twitch upward
slightly, and he flattens the back of his hand on the table in front of you.
“Give me your hand. They’ll stop looking.”
You are all
You place your palm gently in his, and a blush
creeps over your face.
He squeezes your hand softly, caressing it as if
it was a sacred treasure. He runs his thumb over your knuckles, back and forth
while his silvery eyes watch your nerves settle down.
This feels really nice.
“They’re not looking anymore,” you sigh,
Jumin’s smile widens, and you feel your flesh
rise as he brings your hand up and presses your fingers against his lips.
Your blush returns as your mind drifts,
fantasizing about that tantalizing warmth against your own lips.
“Good,” he murmurs, voice deep and foreboding. “I’m the only one who should see you like that.”
Your phone lit up with brightly in the middle of
a message, a festive image of a roller coaster behind some obnoxious-colored
text…. Ugh, spam???
BEEN CHOSEN! CLICK BELOW TO CLAIM YOUR PRIZE!!!”
You try to exit the pop-up, but unfortunately,
it wouldn’t leave your screen.
You sigh and humor the ad, pressing the button.
… Is that a drumroll..?
MANY FREE DATES WITH 707!!!”
Oh my god, Seven, you freaking dork.
You couldn’t help but smile and laugh, covering
your mouth to hide a goofy grin so wide that it made your cheeks hurt.
Seven swings by the apartment and picks you up
the next day, then floors it to your destination.
park?? So that’s what the roller coaster was about.
You felt nauseous. He better not drag you on any
aaaaaaaaaaaand first stop, roller coaster.
“NOPE, NO. NO, SEVEN ZERO SEVEN, YOU BETTER STOP—AAGH.”
He’s dragging you along, insisting it will be
fun! He says if you come along, he has a top secret surprise for you~
You muster up the courage, but you’re still
shivering like crazy.
He holds your hand, a gesture that turns you red
in the face. His palm is so warm against your own, and his fingers laced around
yours perfectly. He is such a good
hand-holder what the hell
He was distracting you with his unassuming charm
until you realized you were seated and strapped down in the coaster.
You start cursing under your breath, and Seven
gives your hand a reassuring squeeze.
“Baaaabe, you’ll be fine! It’ll be worth it!”
The ride begins. You scream, he laughs, all the
while gripping each other’s hand tightly.
You come out trembling, but he seems to have
gotten a huge rush. He laughs and swings your hand to and fro as you walk.
“You made it! See, it wasn’t so bad! Ready for
your surprise, MC?”
You glare up at him, and you see him grinning.
What the hell is he up to?
He brings you to the side of the nearest
building, away from the crowd, then gingerly tilts your chin up.
You blush, unable to be angry anymore as you
gaze into his hypnotic golden eyes. He’s
going to kiss me, oh my god, he’s going to kiss me!!
He comes closer, his nose bumping against yours,
and your breath hitches. You can feel your lips tingling with anticipation.
Seven builds up the moment, letting the heat of
his breath ghost over your lips for what seemed like an eternity.
You were on fire, wanting to just kiss him
senseless, but he held you firmly in place.
Finally, he moved closer and—
He gave a swift peck to your nose and backed
You looked entirely offended, making him burst
“Pffftt ha ha ha!! Tell you what,” he said, collecting
himself. “If you go on another one, I’ll give you the real surprise.”
You were about to refuse, but then he slid the
pad of his thumb over your bottom lip. You groaned quietly.
“Maybe just one more…”
He still had a bit of sight left in one
eye—enough to get him around.
Plus, you were always there to guide him if he
Turns out, he knew the trail fairly well, so
only a small amount of sight was needed to be able to maneuver around the trees
and roots with ease.
This boy would not let your hand go, and it was
the sweetest thing. He wanted you to stay close to him, as if he was afraid you were the one who would get lost.
The trees began to thin, and soon you two were
atop a large hill overlooking the city.
It was so beautiful, you felt like you were on
top of the world.
Well, with V by your side, you may as well be.
“MC, stand over here.”
You walked in front of the scenic view of the
city and stopped, looking at V expectantly.
He had taken his camera out and was positioning
it over his left eye.
You smile, and he takes the picture.
He doesn’t bother to see at how it turned out;
with you in it, it will undoubtedly be perfect.
“Beautiful,” he says, and joins you where you’re
He holds his camera up and snaps a photograph of
the both of you.
“This one is for you.” He grabs the photo and
hands it to you. A third of his face was cut from the picture, but it was still
something to remember this by.
Your first date with the man you’ll spend
forever with. You clutched the picture to your chest, making a mental note to
get a frame for it.
Suddenly, V’s shoulders started shaking, and his
breathing became erratic.
You placed a hand on his shoulder, looking at
him with concern.
“V, are you all right?”
As he looks over at you, you saw a smile on his
face. He was laughing, with a single tear spilling down his cheek.
You didn’t know how to react, so you wrapped him
up in an embrace that he returned immediately.
“We haven’t known each other for very long, but
I can tell…” His voice was quivering in your ear.
“I can tell that I don’t ever want to forget
your face. I don’t ever want to forget the way you smile when you see me. Or
the way you laugh when I make some pathetic joke… I don’t ever want to forget
the way your eyes light up like the stars of a million galaxies when I speak. I don’t want
to forget… Please tell me I won’t forget.”
The two of you spent the entire day and night
together. He never took his eyes off of you. No matter where you went or what
you did, as long as you were in sight, his eyes belonged to you. And for as
long as his sight lasts, he will pledge himself to committing every one of your
details to memory. He will never forget your face.
It’s almost midnight when you hear little taps on your window.
Curious, you peer outside and are immediately
met with two dazzling aquamarine eyes.
You nearly have a heart attack.
This beautiful white-haired man is smiling
softly, gesturing for you to open your window.
you? He looks dangerous, but… Something inside you wants to know who he is and
what he wants. Could this be the hacker that led you to this place?
You crack open the window, just enough to hear
him speak. Your grip is tight, so that you can close and lock it immediately if
the need arises.
“MC, I see you’re adjusting well. Why don’t you
“Ah, clever little thing, aren’t you? Come on
out. I won’t hurt you~”
Will he? Come
on, MC… Don’t be stupid. You can’t possibly do what he says. He’s the hacker!
You have to call Seven!…
Before you could even process what was
happening, he pushes the window open more and grabs your hand, jerking you
forward so abruptly that you almost knock your head on the window.
“But… If you rat me out, I might hurt you a
little~!” He giggles, and your blood runs cold.
“I’ll come out, I’ll do it! Just… let me go,
He releases your arm and pries the window open
enough for you to get out.
“And leave your phone inside…”
You’re both outside now, and he takes your hand
gently in his as he guides you along.
You find it odd how gentle he turned out to be after getting you outside—maybe he won’t
hurt you after all. But where is he taking you?
“I imagine you have a lot of questions. I’ve got a little time to kill, so I’ll clear some things up.”
The night went by with you and this stranger hand
in hand, strolling through the town in the dead of night.
He seemed to be glowing, ethereal under the
moonlight. His mystery fueled your curiosity, and so the two of you quietly
spoke as you made your way along.
Soon, you return to the apartment building. You
notice how reluctant you are to leave this mystery man. You had enjoyed the
company, and moreover you had grown accustomed to his touch.
Which all but makes you groan disappointedly as
he lets your hand go.
He takes notices and chuckles, forcing a chill
down your spine.
“You like me, don’t you? You don’t want me to
leave. Mm… Would you like me to join you in your bedroom for the night?” His
voice is low and sultry, whispering a proposition into your ear that makes your
face heat up like crazy.
You open your mouth, but are far too flustered to speak. Absolutely no sound
comes out. He knows what this means…
The two of you are now inside, lips crashing
onto the others’ in the heat of the moment.
His mouth is like a bittersweet poison, dripping
with sugary venom, driving your senses wild.
Everywhere he touches sets your body on fire.
Why, why are you doing this? This isn’t you.
But the sense of danger and mystery just sucks
you in entirely. This man makes you weak and entirely submissive to his will.
He pushes you onto your bed, then crawls on top
of you and pins your wrists firmly to the mattress.
You are helpless and feeble, docile and
You’re loving this.
You can’t get enough of his taste, tongue
dancing around yours in a scorching sensation that only the two of you can
His teeth bite at your flesh, leaving trails of
bright red love marks over your neck and throat.
You crave more, so much more, lifting your body
to rub against his, then he stops.
The two of you panting is the only sound heard
throughout the silence.
You want to say his name, but you realize that
you don’t even know it yet.
“That’s enough for tonight,” he murmurs, picking
himself up from the bed.
You sit up, reaching out to him, your face a
“W-wait! Where are you going?”
He lifts the window, and just as he is about to
disappear, he flashes you a wicked grin.
“Don’t worry, Princess. I’ll come get you soon..~”