Steve Rogers has finally turned 21. Armed with his best friend Jamie and his new lacy panties, he'll go to the infamous Club 18. The establishment always promises a booty call. But unlike others, Steve hopes he'll find something more than just sex. A certain guy has the potential to be just that. // started August 15 2016

*Sequel* I lay on my bed, lifting the notebook above my head so I can scan my eyes over the rules that are printed on the black leather. The human whose name is written in this note shall die. This note will not take effect unless the writer has the person’s face in their mind when writing his/her name. Therefore, people sharing the same name will not be affected. If the cause of death is written within the next 40 seconds of writing the person’s name, it will happen. If the cause of death is not specified, the person will simply die of a heart attack. After writing the cause of death, details of the death should be written in the next 6 minutes and 40 seconds. The notebook shall become the property of the human world, once it touches the ground of (arrives in) the human world. The owner of the note can recognize the image and voice of the original owner, i.e. a God of death/Shinigami. Shinigami... Wait a second. I put the book down on my bed and head for my laptop. It doesn't take very long to get it up and running, considering I'd left it on the last time I used it. Then, it's only a matter of moments before I've hacked into the Police information files. I look through them until I find what I'm looking for. The Kira case. I read through all the reports. Just as I thought. Kira's tool for killing criminals was in fact, a Death Note. So I should be expecting a Shinigami any moment now. I continue to sit in my usual position, legs tucked under me comfortably, facing my laptop, until suddenly, I hear a flapping noise behind me. Like the sound of wings. I spin my chair around, now facing the wall. Except, now I don't see just a wall. Standing in front of me, is what can only be a Shinigami. He has black wings sprouting from his back, a wide smile, black hair sticking up from his head, and he's dressed in all black, an outfit in which feathers are hanging off his shoulders. He looks at me, seeming suprised. "Woah, Deja vu." He says.