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wokeupinmars · 2 years ago

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Could I request a fic where tasm!Peter Parker finds the reader crying in a bathroom at a party because their date stood them up (maybe their date only asked them out bc of a bet or smth) and he comforts them?

Coffee at Midnight

Thank you for the request! I did get a bit carried away while writing this and changed and added some things. As far as warnings go: unrequited love (not really), friends to lovers, Gwen is alive because she’s my baby and I said so, asshole!oc, violence (one punch), and a few swears.

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Your eyes are pooling with tears, you tilt your head back in an attempt to stop them from rolling down your face. The only thing you want is for the ground to open up and swallow you whole.

If you had just listened to Peter you wouldn't be in this situation, you wouldn't be feeling like this. Your eyes well up even more at the thought of him.

You met Peter in your sophomore year, you were in the library cramming at the last minute for a final, and he was the boy two tables over who was repeatedly clicking his pen while trying to finish his paper.

It was safe to say you were at your wit's end, and from the look on his face, so was he. You remember packing up your things and slinging your bag over your shoulder before walking over to him.

"Hi, I'm Y/n. I don't mean to bother you but I'm taking a break from studying and going to get some coffee. You seem like you could use one too, would you like to join me? Or could I bring you back something?"

You remember already heading to the exit muttering an apology immediately after the words left your mouth, convinced that you were disturbing him. But when the sound of the chair scraping against the floor and his voice asking you to wait filled the room you came to a halt and glance back at him, watching as he hastily shoved his belongings in his backpack and met you at the door.

"I'm Peter and I could use a break. I was seconds away from putting my head through a wall."

And that was it, one fifteen-minute coffee break (that was definitely needed) was all it took for you two to become friends, that night you two headed back to the library sitting together instead of apart, he quizzed you on the topics you knew were going to be on final, and you helped him finish his paper.

Over two years had passed since then and you two were thick as thieves. You got along great, too great.

The two of you spent a lot of time together, time that caused you to realize that you didn't want him to be just a friend.

But you knew Peter only viewed you in a platonic light, having told you about Gwen, his high school girlfriend who was studying abroad, and their on and off long-distance relationship. He loved her, not you.

You decided that dating around would be the best way to squash your feelings for him. Which is how you ended up going out with Sam.

Sam was a senior at ESU just like you and Peter. He introduced himself to you earlier this semester after running into you and a fellow classmate, his friend, on your way to take the train. A handful of encounters with him followed until he asked you out.

To say you were hesitant to say yes to him was an understatement, especially when Peter was in your ear telling you that Sam didn't seem like the most trustworthy person. However, despite your uncertainty and Peter's concerns, you agreed to go on a date with Sam.

The first date went well. He was a gentleman, he got to the restaurant early, bought a bouquet, pulled out your chair, paid for your meals, and waited with you while your cab came. You really enjoyed your date with him, so much so that you even kissed him on the cheek and asked when you could see him again.

So your dates continued, and you found yourself growing extremely fond of Sam, much to Peter's dismay. It didn't matter what you said about your dates going well and Sam being a nice guy, he wasn't buying any of it.

But his concerns continued to fall on deaf ears. Until you both had reached a breaking point, resulting in an argument earlier in the day at your apartment.

"You don't even know Sam," you hissed at him.

"Oh, like you do? You went on three dates with him. You hardly know him," Peter countered.

"The entire point of going on dates is for us to get to know each other, he hasn't said or done anything worthy of a red flag. Just because you think he's not trustworthy doesn't mean he actually is."

"I don't need to know him personally to see that he isn't the nice guy you think he is. You are the people you surround yourself with, and if you opened your eyes and saw all the assholes he associates himself with you'd realize that's just as bad as them."

You open your mouth to reply but he continues speaking, "And honestly if you can't see that or worse are turning a blind eye to it you're just as bad as them. He's going to break your heart, and when he does I'm not going to give you a shoulder to cry on, because I've said my peace. You do what you want." There was nothing you could say in response because he was already out the door.

You weren't sure if Peter meant what he said, or not. You wanted to believe it was just his frustrations talking. And with that you put on a tall face as you also leave and head to the party Sam and his friends were throwing, choosing to ignore the ache in your chest from Peter leaving like that, telling yourself that it's better to give him some room to cool down before speaking to each other

Music is blaring through the speakers when you walk in, so loud you can feel the floor vibrate. You do a scan of the living room in search of Sam, walking further into the party when you don't see him. You were nearing the kitchen when you heard him. His voice was booming as he tried to talk over the music.

"Yeah, she's supposed to be here tonight."

"I can't believe she hasn't let you hit yet," a voice, presumably one of his friends says.

"Neither can I. I tried to woo her on the first date, got her flowers, paid, and waited afterwards for her ride, thinking she'd ask me to go back to her place with her. I thought I'd be having my dick sucked at the end of the night. All I got was a fucking kiss on the cheek."

"Why'd you go on more dates then? If she didn't fuck you the first time around," another voice adds.

"I'll wear her down. Right now I'm the sweet guy. She likes me, it's only a matter of time before I have her bent over a table. Man, with a body like that? The chase will be worth it, I'm thinking tonight is the night too."

There are a few seconds between the end of the current song and the start of the next, seconds in which you hear them collectively decide to leave the kitchen, and seconds that you used to maneuver through the crowd and into the bathroom.

And here you are, staring at the ceiling trying to fight back the tears that are threatening to roll down your face, rocking back and forth on your heels in an attempt to soothe yourself.

You wanted to get out, to call Peter and say you're sorry, but you don't.

What if he's still upset with you? What if he was being serious about not going to him when things go south? How hard would it be for you to slip out of the party without being spotted by Sam or his friends? They didn't even see you come in.

The knock on the door interrupts your train of thought. "Just a minute," you say.

"Y/n, it's me, open up."

You open the door a crack to see him, "Peter?"

His hand moves to push the door open further, just enough for him to squeeze through and shut it behind him, "Are you okay?" He asks, cupping your cheeks to inspect your face.

You want to lean into his touch, and he thinks you will when you put your hands over his, but you only do so to pull them away. "I'm okay, I'm sorry I didn't listen to you." You take the opportunity to apologize. "I was feeling a little overwhelmed and needed to be alone, to collect my thoughts. I'm alright now. Probably just going to go home now."

"Oh, okay. I could walk you." He said fiddling with his hand unsure of what to do with them now. "Only if you want me to, of course."

You only nod your head in response. With Peter here, you felt better, leaving the party and being seen no longer made you as anxious as it once did.

The two of you exit the bathroom, Peter's hand on your back as you move through the crowd with ease. You start to believe that you just overthink leaving, you couldn't see Sam or any of his friends.

However, just because you could see them, doesn't mean they can't see you. Something you realized as you heard a voice shout over the music, "Are you fucking kidding me?" People turn in the direction of the voice, yourself and Peter included. Your eyes widen as Sam comes into view, pushing his way past people to get to you.

"I invite you to this party, I take you on dates, and you're leaving with another guy? You're such a bitch." He spat out.

You were about to speak but Peter is quick to jump to your defense. "Don't fucking talk to her like that."

Sam gets in Peter's face, "I can do what the fuck I want, all she's done is waste my time, she owes me."

Peter pushes him, "She doesn't owe you shit, if she wants to leave, she can."

"Don't fucking touch me," Sam says, pushing him back. "If you want to fuck her, just wait till I'm done, I worked too hard just to be turned down."

Everything was happening fast, but Peter's fist connecting with Sam's jaw happened even faster, mumbling to him about "watching his fucking mouth."

He doesn't give Sam the opportunity to react or retaliate, he simply takes your hand in his and leads you out.

A silence falls over the both of you as you walk, only to be broken as you wait for the light on the crosswalk to change. "Thank you for looking out for me." He gives your hand three squeezes, "Y/n, I" he starts, only to stop himself, it's clear he's trying to carefully craft his next words.

"You deserve someone who's actually a good person, not some asshole who pretends to be just to get laid. You could do so much better than that guy. What did you even see in him?"

You sigh and hang your head, before admitting, "I'm just trying to get over someone. He was nice and cute, I figured a few dates wouldn't hurt. Obviously, that was exactly what he wanted to happen, and I played into it. He wasn't wrong about me wasting his time, I did, I was wasting mine as well. I knew I didn't really like him, but I figured if I spent more time with him I would."

"You're getting over someone?" You can feel him staring at you, waiting for your reply. "Yeah, it's a one-sided thing."

"Oh, so you told him?"

"No, he-"

"Well, then how do you know it's one-sided if he doesn't know?"

The light flickers from the red hand to the walking person and you begin to cross the road, pulling him along with you, "He has someone, someone he loves. There's no point in saying anything. It'll only make things weird."

"Understandable…how come you never said anything about him?"

"Why would I? Discussing a crush makes it even more real. I would like to keep all those feelings right here and hope it goes away." You use your free hand to poke yourself in the chest.

"I'm getting over someone too, at least trying to," he confesses.

"You and Gwen broke up again?"

"Gwen and I haven't been together since winter break of last year. We broke up for good then. We’re still friends. But our relationship ran its course."

You were puzzled, you could have sworn they were still a thing. You remember him talking on the phone with her the other day, his smile was beaming while they spoke.

"What?" You stopped walking, bringing him to a halt as well. "You were literally blushing and giggling on the phone with her the other day."

"She knows about the girl. She's the one that made me realize actually."

"Oh," you were genuinely surprised at this.

"Oh, indeed. We had made plans to meet up during the break and I just talked about her to Gwen. It was so bad. At some point she cut me off and was like 'You like her' and I tried to deny it because that's what I thought the truth was but she didn't hesitate to call me out on my shit." He motions his head to the side, silently asking for you to keep walking.

"There were no hard feelings or anything like that. I'll always love her, she's my first love after all, but it's different, I only love her as a friend now," he continued.

"That's actually really nice, but I don't expect anything less from Gwen. She's a gem. Have you told the girl about how you feel?"

Peter shakes his head, "That's what we were talking about on the phone; how to tell her. There have been a few times where I was going to but I always chicken out in the end."

"I didn't realize Spider-Man was a scaredy cat." You tease.

"Hey!"

"Oh hush, you've stood toe to toe with the most heinous people but you can't tell a girl you like her? The worst thing she can say is no."

"It's not the same. The worst those people can do is kill me, that's fine. But being rejected by her? The idea alone makes me want to die."

"Tell me about her." You wanted to know. If Gwen was no longer in the picture, romantically, then you wondered who it could be. You want it to be you, you hope it is. Encouraging him to talk about her would either back the idea that he likes you, or you'd be able to rule yourself out.

"She's amazing, she's smart and pretty, so caring, that's actually how we met."

"It is?"

He hums and starts to swing your hands back and forth, "In the library a few years ago. It was just the two of us, she came over to the table I was at and told me she was going to get coffee, and asked if I wanted to join or if she could bring something back for me. Can you believe that? Total stranger, trying to save the both of us from burning out."

Your smile grows as he finishes, "Wow, what a strange coincidence, that's exactly how I met my guy." His shoulders relax and he lets out a sigh of relief, "Oh thank god. I'm your guy?"

"You are." You look away when you say this.

"You went out with that dickhead because you thought I didn't like you? I like you so much, too much even!" He exclaimed.

"You had a girlfriend, at least I thought you did. You don't tell a guy you have feelings for him while he's in a relationship. Moving on was the best option. Saying something would have made things weird or worse, you'd stop being my friend. I value you and our friendship too much to risk losing it."

This time it was Peter who stopped walking, "I felt the same way, you mean so much to me. I was afraid that saying something would fuck up everything. Gwen was hyping me up to finally ask you out, then Sam happened and I didn't sweat it at first. But then you continued to see him and my confidence dipped."

You let go of his hand, moving both your hands to cup his face, "Can I kiss you?" You asked.

Peter smiles and nods his head, "Please."

You shut your eyes and lean in, your lips capturing his. You can feel Peter grin into the kiss. His hands circle around your waist, fingertips slipping under your shirt and brushing against your skin as he pulls you closer, deepening your kiss. A fuzzy feeling fills your body when he does so.

You pull away to look at him, you can feel your heart swell at the blush spreading across his cheeks.

"Y/n?" You only hum in response, "I know it’s already midnight and this isn't exactly how I planned on asking you out, but that coffee shop we went to the night we met is a few blocks away…and if you'd let me, I'd love to buy you a cup of coffee and one of those pastries you like."

There's a twinkle in your eyes that tells him your answer before you even say it. "I'd like that very much."

#peter parker x reader #tasm!peter parker x reader #tasm!peter x reader #peter parker x you #tasm!peter parker #peter parker x y/n #tasm!peter fanfiction #andrew garfield x reader #andrew garfield!peter parker x reader #tasm!spiderman x reader #tasm x reader

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danganphobia · 1 year ago

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but they stay with laios until he falls asleep anyway they barely get any sleep later in the morning themselves.

this is honestly so sweet they r his lesbian parents… AAAAH man laios angst is rlly real. i love farcille sm they are thee understanders TM theyre so sweet,,, theyre probably out here having fun and silly theatre or opera dates … the :3 to me

also also u mentioned chilshi. what r they up to. are they old men yaoi. r they professors or just . job havers. bar owners or smth

oh mah god i havent thought much about chilshi. my beloved old man yaoi. that's ok we're going through my thought process together.

if i were to think about it chilchuck sounds like a miserable medieval history adjunct professor. he's divorced. he sees his daughters like twice a month and they're the reason for his will to live, when he doesn't see them, he hates everything and everyone. he doesn't really like his job. he has tenure. he can do what he wants. when his students ask him if he could repeat the assignment he just says "No." and tells them all to leave his class because lecture time has ended and he refuses to go another minute over. his class exam average is below 40 percent and he doesn't give a fuck. he's waiting for his next paycheck to buy drinks at the local pub.

senshi's a culinary professor. he loves cooking and he loves teaching people how to cook. he's been doing it his whole life. he cooks for the gang during dnd meetings. whenever he's in a kitchen he makes it his own, even if the kitchen doesn't belong to him. if it weren't for him everyone would probably die of dehydration or live on cup ramen and frozen food for entire semesters. he leaves pastries on chilchuck's desk because chilchuck has to mentally prepare himself to help teach a class of 50 uninterested people that do anything but actually pay attention for nearly 3 hours. the pastries are actually what keeps chilchuck going. chilchuck is the one that asks senshi if he wants to go drinking. senshi is a really good listener, chilchuck finds that hot, and tries to sleep with him, but senshi stops him and asks if he could just come over to his apartment and senshi will cook a nice warm meal for him instead and take it slow, because he's a gentleman.

chilchuck actually agrees to it and has a good time. they sleep together but don't have sex, and he wakes up in the morning like damn, i actually have a crush at my big age? that's crazy.

this becomes a regular thing for them until chilchuck can't take it anymore and grabs senshi by the beard and is like "WE NEED TO FUCK. RIGHT NOW." and senshi goes "okay :) after dinner with me first :)" (they have sex).

"how did they get into the dnd club van" falin slapped a bunch of posters around campus with cute doodles and senshi saw it on his way to his classroom. he asked chilchuck if he wants to join sometime in case he's sick of teaching hopelessly unmotivated students. chilchuck thinks about it for a long time but one day when he's so stressed from teaching he joins a meeting and promises it's just "one time only" and ends up becoming a regular.

he brings his daughters to the dnd meetings and marcille is so happy because they're so cute. most of the time they just want to play minecraft and are on their expensive smartphones but they're nice girls. sometimes namari and kabru buy them fast food behind senshi's back when they don't feel like eating healthy.

#dungeon meshi #chilshi #chilchuk tims #senshi of izganda #help why am i so invested in these old men now #laishuro college au

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mamasbakeria · 2 years ago

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hey, what's your major again?

summary: my credible expert opinion on what the aot characters would study in university. what are my qualifications? the dozens of hours i’ve spent staring at my school’s program bulletin trying to figure out what i’m majoring in

genre | includes: headcanons, sfw, minor language, uninformed percy jackson reference (pls don't hate me if im wrong)

characters: eren jaeger, mikasa ackerman, armin arlert, sasha braus, jean kirschtein, connie springer, historia reiss, ymir, reiner braun, annie leonhardt

author’s note: had this in my drafts for months now. i just need to post it so it stops haunting me. might do the rest of the marleyans and vets in the future! lmk your thoughts, my only tumblr notifications are from p*rn bots, so i'd love to hear from real people lol. enjoy <3

eren: sociology and public policy, 4+1 program for a social work masters

there’s only so many times you can hear “you’re gonna be a doctor just like your dad” before you start to believe it. that’s why eren started out with biology on the premed track. the thing is, he really didn’t care for it. eren is really passionate about lessening equity gaps and is a firm believer in “if you want something done right, do it yourself”. this is why i see him making the switch to a double major in public policy and sociology. he wants to know about how society got to the point of perpetuating disparities so that he can fix them. but he also knows that the government fucking sucks and thinks its naive to expect policy change to be the only method of change. and like the maniac he is, eren is enrolled in a 4+1 program so he can get his master’s in social work when he’s done with his undergrad. he’s determined to graduate with both degrees in just 4 years though. rip his summers.

armin: international relations and military ethics, minor in communications or smth

everyone always says armin would study marine biology or oceanographic studies, but i honestly think that it’s a passion that he pursues on the side. he takes marine bio courses for his breadth requirements, but knows he’d end up hating the ocean if he spent the rest of his life studying it. he also strikes me as someone who would rather run buck naked into traffic than sit through multiple semesters of organic chemistry. armin was always a good public speaker, though, despite being a bit insecure. that’s why his speech and debate teacher during sophomore year of high school recommended model united nations to him. he was hooked after his first conference and now genuinely sees the path of international diplomacy as his calling. that’s why he’s majoring in international relations. his concentration in military ethics is something he tacks on in his junior year after taking some courses and publishing research with dr. erwin smith. he probably minors in communications because he can.

mikasa: forensic science

mikasa had no idea what she wanted to do when she started uni. she’s good at nearly everything. like never gotten a B in her life and is the student who the curve is based off of. but excelling in every environment you’re put in often means you don’t know what you’re best at. she knew deep down that she wanted to do something justice related like her childhood best friends did, but she’s no public speaker and has no interest in political reform. she was, however, emo in high school and heard a fair share of undertaker jokes at her expense. it wouldn’t hurt to look into right? as cool as the title sounds, morticians don’t make enough money for the job they have. fortunately enough, forensic pathologists do and mikasa looks good in a lab coat. she would never admit it to spare armin and eren’s feelings, but when they, as children, recreated the crime-solving shows mrs. jaeger always had on, mikasa always wanted to be the brains. so criminology and forensic science it is. (side note: she definitely joins the military and they pay for her education)

jean: structural engineering and industrial design with a minor in studio art

more than anything, jean wants to provide for his mom and knows he can’t guarantee a retirement of luxury for her as the freelance artist he wishes he could be. he’s decent at math when he tries and doesn’t hate physics, so he decided he’d give structural engineering a try for at least a semester or two. he wasn’t expecting to get much from it, to be honest. he had a plethora of backup plans waiting for his supposedly inevitable distaste for engineering, but he found that he didn’t hate it at all. someone once told jean that he had the makings of a great leader and he didn’t believe them until he started taking the lead on design projects and producing incredible results. his only qualm is that he just doesn’t get to be as creative as he wanted to be. that was easily rectified by an additional major in industrial design and a minor in studio art. he’s unbelievably busy, busier than he anticipated when he started his post-secondary journey, but he’s content and there’s nothing some extra coffee can’t solve.

sasha: environmental science and sustainability

sasha spent her childhood ankle-deep in mud and fighting her way through forest thickets without a compass. an upbringing like that doesn’t leave your spirit, no matter how far into the city you go for school. so sasha’s always been passively passionate about the environment. that passiveness became significantly more prominent when part of the woods she grew up in was cleared out to build an industrial complex. it was then that she started researching and writing petitions about preserving wildlife and making environmentally conscious decisions. her work actually got her the scholarship she’s on (because god knows it wasn’t her grades). and she genuinely loves what she does, so why wouldn’t she keep learning about it? the environmental science and sustainability program at the school is small, but tight-knit and known for churning out changemakers. sasha knows she’ll be one of them one day. just hide your plastic straws from her, okay?

connie: computer science and chinese

stick with me here okay? everyone expects connie to be a douchebag marketing major whose hardest assignments are graphing functions and making posters on photoshop, but he’s a lot more invested in his education than he looks. don’t get me wrong, connie has always struggled academically, but that’s because so much of early education is pre-determined. he performed way better when he could choose what courses he took. it’s kind of like percy jackson being dyslexic in english because he was wired to read in greek. connie can’t keep his eyes on a history textbook for shit, but will gladly sit in front of the c++ code on his pc for hours. he doesn’t even get mad when he realizes that he was missing a semicolon. connie loves how versatile of a future he could have with a compsci degree, because, let’s be real, he could never survive in a typical office environment. definitely takes a bunch of chinese classes and doesn’t realize that he has enough credits for it to be a minor until his second to last semester.

historia: political science with a minor in international relations and child development

historia is a lot like eren in the sense that she knows her time is best spent doing hands-on work in the fields she cares about. she realizes this sometime after reconnecting with her estranged father and volunteering at the orphanage she grew up in. but now that she’s publicly associated with a powerful political figure, historia doesn’t get to do what she wants, only what is expected of her. that’s how she ends up on the pre-law political science and public policy route. the nickname “ms. president” that connie and sasha give her only further reminds her that she’s heading down a path she never wanted for herself. after lots of encouragement from ymir, historia decided to take child development courses on the side. even if she doesn’t take on the full minor, she’s taking some classes she cares about. maybe she’ll find use for it someday. at the very least, it’s her first step in becoming the most selfish girl in the world.

ymir: data science and business management

ymir is smart. much smarter than she presents herself to be, almost as a form of protection. nobody expects much of someone who is aloof, so it makes it easy to slip through the cracks to remain safe and comfortable in the shadows. business management is notoriously low commitment and easy to skate by with. guaranteed internships, post-graduate employment, and so on. To anyone who doesn’t know ymir well, it’s perfect. but they have her mistaken, ymir will do as little as possible to go as far as possible. sure, she can live comfortably with a business degree, but it could be better with a little bit of data science in her arsenal. she’s intelligent enough to pick up on it, and determined enough to make it her bitch. yeah, academia is a money-sucking pipeline into the capitalist hellscape, she doesn’t believe in it yada yada, but at the end of the day, ymir’s gonna get the bag. so what if she’s gotta sleep through some stats classes to get it?

reiner: behavioral economics

reiner’s mother had convinced him his whole life that getting a high paying job would fix their lives and bring his father back. believing “perfect grades lead to a perfect life” made high school tough for reiner; gifted kid burnout is no joke. it really messed him up. he wasn’t sure if he could withstand the pressures of university, but here he is. reiner was never allowed a therapist, so he figured pursuing psychology would, at the very least, give him some answers and be a good pathway to a medical degree. he loved getting to understand how people work and why they act the way they do, but something was missing. he found out what it was when a guest lecturer spoke in his economics class. he knew making the switch would be risky, it’s a new field and his current career options are really only research, academia, or government, but the interdisciplinary study of behavioral economics is calling reiner’s name.

annie: biomedical engineering and kinesiology

annie’s entire life revolved around her father, including the injury he was never able to heal from. the one she gave him. he’s claimed to be over it, she’s forgiven, but annie will never feel like she’s earned that forgiveness until she gets rid of the problem entirely. how is she going to do that exactly? with biomedical engineering. she has years of hell in front of her, especially with her concentration on biomechanics, but she doesn’t care. annie will throw herself into her work to get the results she wants. she takes the highest amount of credits possible every semester so she can graduate early. you’ll most likely find her chained to a study cubicle at the library at all hours of the day and running on 2 hours of sleep, but it doesn’t faze her. she tacks on a minor in kinesiology because it makes sense and she had most of the credits for it anyway. and as if it couldn’t get worse, she probably TAs for a thermodynamics course or something crazy like that.

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slashthrashandcrash · 3 months ago

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Slasher Ashley and Final Boy Stranger got me thinking about Final Boy Ripper and Slasher Francine…like Francine’s a podcaster that is able to come up with such good theories for cold cases because she used to be in the business herself (and did some of them too) who makes first contact with Ripper because he’s a fanboy that always sends in mail and invitations to his art shows or smth

OUGH THE WAY THEIR REVERSE AU JUST IMMEDIATELY FLOODED MY BRAIN IN PERFECT VISION--

Because like Ashley/Stranger, I imagine them to still have their same overall personality, but it'd be so fucking funny if the only real difference in this AU is because Ripper/Mason actually went to therapy and got put on Lexapro and is 10% more normal so he never became a serial killer.

Francine though, this poor girlie cannot catch a break. She's a struggling writer in an oversaturated industry with cases that have been done dozens of times by now. She's broke and desperate because if she doesn't start getting steady work she's not going to be able to keep a roof over her head. True crime isn't her passion, she dropped out of med school the first semester because gore makes her sick, but she needs a new story to tell that hasn't been touched by 2187317 other indie podcasters.

So, she's pretty familiar through her research about how killers got caught, how they avoided getting caught, who was a suspect since day one and who went undetected for 40 years. Sometimes...you just gotta write that story yourself. And, okay, like, the victim doesn't have to be someone whose smile always lit up a room or whatever. Who would be mad if...maybe she let that creepy jerk at the bus stop "take her out" one night, get him blackout drunk, and leave him face down in a flooded gully?

But accidents don't sell stories. Blood and guts do. It makes her physically and emotionally sick but god if she misses another payment this month then they're gonna shut off her power. While Ripper was brutal for the sake of art, Francine is because the more violent details she can include, the juicier the coverage she can provide for it. And, as she already knows from research, female serial killers aren't as common as male, and her method of random brutality is even rarer. Besides, while she's already kind of on the sheriff's shitlist for only talking about the town's worst crimes, they'd never suspect in a million years half of them were being carried out by this tiny little Korean girl who types up scary stories all day.

What's important is that it works. She's still a ghostwriter for someone else's podcast, she doesn't want her name too attached to anything, but the ratings just keep climbing over these deepdives into all things violent. More viewers means a bigger paycheck. She takes no pride or delight in being the so called Northshire Ripper, but she needs to do what she can to survive right now. It's not forever, just until she has a solid footing under her for a better job opportunity.

And who else would listen to her podcast while he works than the man himself Mason Zimmerman. It started off just as background noises as usual, but it wasn't long until he was sucked into one of the stories and just how twisted it was. The hosts weren't his favorite, but the in depth writing for it was incredible. Soon he was going through their whole catalogue and discovered he almost entirely favored the ones written by Francine. As morbid as it sounded, she was inspiring him for his next collection - the darkness of emotions, blacks and reds and feralness and splatters, the pieces were coming to him so easily and vividly he could hardly get enough canvases.

So of course it made sense to reach out and personally thank her for all her hard work, and the galleries will be equally as pleased to have so many new exhibits. And Francine, who has no knowledge whatsoever about fine art or who Mason Zimmerman is, just responds back with an enthusiastic thank you. Which Mason likes, because it's nice being able to talk to other people who have no idea who he is, and they start a bit of a correspondence. Then, hey, it would only be right to invite her to one of his shows, since she's 70% of the reason the pieces even exist.

What it essentially boils down to in the end is Francine so desperately trying to keep her dirty secret to herself while having to keep up her new friendship with Mason. She can't stop now while her stories are his biggest muse. She's one of the very few people allowed anywhere near his inner circle, she can't break his trust. She can't risk getting sloppy. But the weight of what she's doing is starting to break her down and having a real friend is going to make things complicated the longer this goes on. If push came to shove...could she get rid of Mason? No, he's too private and prolific. Could she frame him as a back up plan? Tamper with his medication, make it look like an artistic frenzy, goad him into an episode so she can call the police as planting all the evidence?

Time will tell (:

#ask #celloccino #oc francine #oc ripper

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enhastolemyheart · 2 years ago

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BEAUTIFUL — PARK SUNGHOON

pairing. non-idol!sunghoon x gn!reader

genre. est. relationship, college au, summer au

synopsis. with finals being over, all you wanted was your comfy boyfriend.

warning(s). profanity, reader and hoon are uni students , lowercase intended, use of petnames,

word count. 0.5k

a/n. I was watching some enha 'so so fun' clips on yt shorts and jus randomly thought of this idea saurr here it is!! it's been a while since I've posted, hasn't it? I've been saur busy with school like we have exams like almost every week but im still trying to keep up with my writing. I really hope this came out good, pls lmk!! taglist us open and so are requests! enjoy readingg

finally.

school's over, and summer has started. finally.

you were walking home from the subway to your apartment, your comfy bed and pretty boyfriend waiting for you at your humble abode. sunhhoon wanted to stay over at your place after finals were done because now you have the time of your lives.

you head bobs to the music resonating in your over-the-head headphones, jazzy tunes playing. hands wrapped around your backpack strap. you and so many plans for the summer. first thing was to visit your family back in your hometown with sunghoon, and luckily enough, his parents only live a few streets away so you both planned to meet his parents as well, maybe even have a mini get together.

as you get into the elavator, excitement buzzed in your veins. the thought of finally having to spend some time with your boyfriend is something you wanted for a while now. studying in different universities was hard. he was majoring in science while you in buisness. due to having finals around the same time. you couldn't meet each other for more than two weeks. yeah of course, messaging and facetiming was a thing but being in your third year really put your head in the books for the last two months of the final semester. and now, you say that it payed off in the end, because here you are with a smile on your face, content with how the exam went.

you walk into your place with open arms, wanting to hug hoon as soon as you saw him, but to your knowledge he wasn't there. not in the living room, or the kitchen, or the bedroom. with a slight pout you turn to the bathroom to see if he was there and bingo, he was. looks like he just finished showering.

after he comes out, for some reason, he doesn't see you when he walks past you, into your shared bedroom, humming a random tune. you let out a small pout and follow in his footsteps.

"Hoon, I'm home. did you not see me?"

he gets lightly startled upon seeing you, "i thought you were coming late 'cause of your exam..."

"well, they let us out early," you reason as you watch him retrieve the hair dryer from the dresser, taking a seat on the floor in front of your full length mirror.

"how did the exam go, love?" he pulls you towards him, causing you to loose your footing, making you fall on top of him, your turned into a giggling mess and sunghoon couldnt help but also laugh, dimples making a display.

"it went really well. I'm happy."

"that's good to hear."

you hum as you take the electronic device in your hands, plugging it in and and getting comfortable on his lap. you dry his for him, brushing your fingers through his locks gently. he sighs in contentment before wrapping his arms around your waist more tightly pressing his chin to your chest before looking at you in the eyes.

"you're beautiful."

he always knew how to make your face go red. he loved see you in that shade.

"shut up hoon."

"thank you beautiful." he says after you finish blow drying his hair.

and you both spent the rest of the night, having some take out, maybe even a little it of making out, ending the chill night with some much needed cuddles.

a/n - tysm for reading guys! i honestly dk what the point of this drabble is, I smth in my mind but it did not work out. I've been sick to the point where i couldn't walk properly, heh- anyways tyvm for reading and again, requests are open!

networks. @hyfenet

perm taglist: @jak-ey , @snoowhore , @hsgwrld , @seungiesluv , @1-800shutthefuckup

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skrunksthatwunk · 5 months ago

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not me spending like three hours on a late assignment (it's only like 5 days late) only for the submission box to be closed 💀💀💀

#i shouldve checked first i guess. damn #whatever. tbh it was fun and i think i wouldve felt bad not doing it since i read a whole poetry collection for it #so if i didnt do it theres a kinda 'well fuck. whats the point' thing to not even starting #we are slowly digging through very important assignments that are um late but im proud of myself anyway bc #theyre mostly only like. one day late so it'll probably be okay #i am still screwed in a way but i am getting less so #side note but bc of thanksgiving break rascal hadnt seen me for about a week and he's been very cuddly today 🥺🥺🥺#im gonna miss you over break little man </3 #now if only i could go back and attend those final classes i thought were largely superfluous but apparently Always contained #some kind of quiz or important thing i had to make up. 💀#i also need to do a poetry reqding tomorrow which means i have to edit smth to completion which is hard #i havent done that uh. at all this semester #and im supposed to have a draft for my reflection letter for my portfolio but i also skipped the class where we were gonna do smth with it #so like uhhh...? do i need to do that for tomorrow? i also have a final tmr like. priorities.#anyway i emailed it to the prof it's in their hands now

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brownskinnedwitch · 2 years ago

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pls write smth short n smutty w jim morrison 🙏🏻🙏🏻

pairing: jim morrison x fem!reader

warnings: explicit content, smut, very little plot, d/s, spanking, choking, hair pulling, (brief) cnc and mean dom, daddy kink, unedited, ill add more later

wc: 257

a/n: back from the dead LMAO!! tldr: got caught up with school, semester is finally over, working through everybody’s requests (love them all btw), ty for ur guys patience!

You thought you were getting away with it, at least for a moment, until Jim’s hands were on your throat and your knees burned choking on his dick, until darkness crept in the edges of your vision and you told him “daddy, daddy, m' gonna pass out” and he said “you don't think I know that? you think I care? either way, I’m still going to fuck this throat” until, suddenly, you’re on the bed, face smothered into a pillow as one of his hands pulls your hair tight and another slaps your ass.

You babble your apologies into the bed, that you’re sorry, you’re so sorry, but Jim keeps going, faster and faster, each slap more painful than the last. When he finally stops you nearly sob in relief.

“Remind me,” he says flipping you over onto your back, “what do I do with bratty little girls?”

You look up at him through teary eyes. “You punish them Daddy.”

“I punish them.” He says. “Because they need to be reminded of their place, and it seems like my little girl has forgotten hers.” He caresses your hot, sticky face and you whimper at the feeling, the coolness of his touch. “Poor baby. Daddy will help you remember, don’t worry. Gonna fuck the brat right out of you until all that’s left is my good little girl. No matter how many times it takes. You just lay there and do whatever Daddy tells you, okay? Can you do that? Can you do that for Daddy?”

You nod your head, “Yes Daddy,” and he smiles. “Good. Because baby,” he leans down to kiss a tear on your cheek and you shudder as he whispers,

“You don’t have a choice.”

#jim morrison x reader #jim morrison x y/n #jim morrison imagines #jim morrison smut #jim morrison x you

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otrtbs · 1 year ago

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Hiii ! I had already asked that question, but I will ask it again because you didn't respond to it last time but at the same time it's harmless (I think), and if you don't respond again then I guess it isn't harmless 😭

I was wondering how you got into art ? Have you ever made art yourself like painting, drawing, and sculpture and decided to study that, or do you really just love art history and never had touched a pen to draw in your life? And how did your family react ?

And another question was were you in school, or work when you were writing AHB (I mean in general when you are writing actually) and if so, how did you find time to write and read? Because as a writer I feel like an important part is to read but when I do write I don't read, and I know that a big part of that is just school and I don't have time, but maybe you got a magic trick or smth?

hi! yeah it is harmless i am just SEVERELY behind on answering asks these days but i am not intentionally ignoring you/anyone. i am just behind on asks, sorry! also i get rambly under the cut so this is a warning!

as far as how i got into art, i used to volunteer at my local art museum when i was in high school!! and during that time i got to talk to a bunch of curators and educators and i was like,,,,, 'yeah. i wanna do this'

i am NOT artistic at all,,, i can't draw or paint to save my life el oh el. i had to take a fine arts course as an undergrad in uni which was fairly rudimentary ,,, just exploring different art mediums,,, color theory,, etc. and i was SO BAD at it,, so. bad. we had to bring in our art projects for critique and i still have nightmares about that...oof.

as far as my family support,,,, also el oh el. uhm,, no one was very thrilled with my life decisions to say the least...but i do not care! it's my life to live! then when my sister went to uni and said she wanted to be a biomedical engineer major n maybe go to med school,, well they put all their attention on her so we move!

also yes!! i was in school while i was writing ahb! i was in my final year of undergrad, i worked full time as a resident assistant at my university and i worked part time at a call center (<- WORST JOB OF MY FUCKING LIFE) and sometimes i would pick up extra shifts at my university's campus store because i was paying my own way through undergrad and so honestly.... the truth is i hardly slept. which is not healthy and i do not recommend that you do that at all. by any means. thankfully, because it was my final year i had some easy "blow off" classes in addition to upper division art history courses so the workload was lighter than previous semesters.

but my RA job would put me "on call" which meant i was the one an entire building of 500+ college girls would call if there was emergency of any kind (could be something serious like a fire or a strange man in the girls dorms or someone needing serious medical attention to something miniscule someone's fire alarm running out of batteries). and we would be on call for 24 hours on the weekends or 5pm to 8 am on weekdays. and if you missed a call because you were asleep you would be fired immediately no questions asked. and bc i got my housing and a lot of my income from that job,,,, i would get so paranoid and stressed abt missing a phone call that i wouldn't sleep at all when i was on call. so i did a lot of my writing for ahb! during those times at like 5am while i was on call. i was also required to work 10-15 hours a week at the front at my university through my RA position and it was a 24 hour desk and i got the night shift where literally nobody would come in. i'd work 10pm-2am on tuesdays and thursdays and then a few hours on saturday (But those were normally busy). and i would write my fanfic then!!! (should've been doing school work ,,, but alas) <- so for the "sHE CoULd'vE aT lEasT EdiTed iT" crowd who have beef with ahb!,,, i was too busy trying to graduate uni and working 3 jobs to do anything but post. so eat dirt.

additionally, i didn't read fanfic when i was writing ahb! for the most part. i was reading a ton before i started writing and then i think i was only able to keep up with the choices updates and picked up heavy fanfic reading again once ahb! was finished.

so no magic tricks from me unfortunately :(( i think it was only feasible bc i was operating on like zero sleep and my course load was light the final semester, and i got lucky with my job hours !! otherwise,, i didn't really do anything else. like i stopped reading, stopped watching shows,, etc,, if i had free time i would be on the google doc hahaha

#asks #and that's my life story good lord

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