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[katsu28]

6, 69, 71 for the asks?

6. describe your personality in three words

curious, impulsive, creative!

69. do you play an instrument?

i was a band kid in middle school so i played the clarinet. fun fact though, i never actually learned how to read sheet music. how i survived three years of band like that, i truly do not know!

71. tea or coffee?

i am a coffee girl through and through!! i usually go iced but i do love a good steaming cup of coffee in the mornings

unusual asks!

[jonathanbiers]

🦋🦈🎯💌 for the fanfic asks?

🦋 Which character is your favorite to write?

i have a lot of fun writing argyle! i think he's a character that is often seen and portrayed as very 2-dimensional. i like exploring the layers we're shown in the show and also going more into the hypothetical side of things with my own imagination. i only hope that he comes across as accurate when i write him!

🦈 Which character is the toughest to write?

i find jonathan to be kinda tricky. i find myself bored with the version of him that exists when i write him? i'm not bored by him as a character. i just don't think i'm good at doing him any justice, oops. rip to the stonathan wip that sounded great in my head but i just couldn't get jonny-boy's character right 😔

🎯 Do you have a writing milestone you’re working towards?

not particularly. i don't write with number goals in mind like x amount of words, x amount of kudos or subscribers or hits, done by x amount of time. sometimes for a particular project i'll have kind of a "soft goal" as far as word count goes, but not to the point that i'll go back and try to stretch it out if i fall short or anything. it's all vibes

💌 Is there a favorite trope you like to write?

YES, it's "the love is requited they're just both idiots"!!! i also really like writing mis-/lack of communication, idc if it's overdone. the pining potential there....chefs kiss

fanfic writer ask game!

[idliketobeatree]

dead boy detectives text posts as starboarded (and others) messages from the dead gay detectives server, part 12 part 1 by @nix-nihili ↳ 2,2.5, 3, 4, 5, 9, 10 mine ↳ 6, 7, 11 @aletterinthenameofsanity ↳ 8 _ @hartigays @tragedy-machine @vyther15 @bitterdesert @agentearthling @magpiemarten @aletterinthenameofsanity @datglutengoblin @holvivum @autumn-equinox-04 @shaylogic @qwanderer @featherandstorm @singt0me @its-about-the-acethetic @wikipediagreen @anything-thats-rock-and-roll @safaiagem @colourblindcharles @pinklemonslices @fangirlzars @mellxncollie @every-moment-a-different-sound @plentyghosts @wordsinhaled @tumblerislovetumblerislife @fenristheulv + logan

bonus:

[jnkgrnde]

— confessions, confessions, clarisse la rue, pjo

summary — in which, ever since you’ve arrived at camp, clarisse has seen you as her number one enemy. who would’ve known she’d make it so much more complicated than what it is.

pairings — clarisse la rue x black!fem!reader (daughter of athena)

content included — clarisse being flirty, clarisse using nicknames, eventual making out, uhh thats ab it

gods, you hated her.

her and her gorgeous face and pretty smile and soft hair. you hated her. hated her beautiful laugh and fierce eyes and her winning attitude.

and she hated you just as much.

you and your pretty laugh and your soft skin and the way you always have a plan. how you managed to up her whenever she had something smart to say.

she hated it.

it was capture the flag day. this year, chiron had switched some people from different teams; you had moved to the red team. clarisse’s team. you dragged your feet over to the team as she was explaining the plan.

“finally decided to join us, angel?” she used the nickname mockingly, but it still made your heart speed up a bit. you rolled your eyes, walking over and standing in the circle. clarisse let her eyes linger on you before continuing to talk.

she finished explaining the plan, and surprisingly enough, you were going to be with her a majority of the time. the conch sounded, signaling the start of the game.

“y/n, c’mere.” you jogged over to her. “is there a reason why we’re not with everyone else?” she just smirked. “just need you to keep guard, princess.” you scoffed at this. “so i couldn’t have had a better job?”

“what, you don’t like being around me?” she mocked. “you always have something to say, la rue. why would i?” truth be told, you did like being around her. not that you’d ever admit it, but she gave you a fuzzy feeling inside. “could’ve helped you, y’know, win the game if you’d just put me near the flag.” you tried to reason.

“hm, no. think you’d be better guarding with me.” clarisse teased. “well you know you’re capable by yourself, so-“ clarisse placed her hand over your mouth to shush you, putting her finger to her lips. she squatted behind some bushes, you following her.

there went some members of the blue team, luke nowhere to be seen. you knew he usually went with chris to play offense for the team. you and clarisse watched the team, studying their positions. “you got a magic weapon, right? the one that makes you invisible?” she asked you. “‘course i do.” “need you to use that. make a distraction.” you brought out your enchanted dagger, willing it to make you invisible.

you snuck around, stepping on some branches to try and get their attention. heads snapped towards your direction. “who’s there?” clarisse stepped around slowly, watching them. she let out a battle cry, going in to fight them. it was 3 against 1, but for clarisse it was nothing.

while she was dealing with them, you snuck around to get the flag. once you got it, you ran as fast as you could back to base. “HEY!” you heard yelling, but you kept running. clarisse watched you with a smile before realizing what she was doing and screwed her face back up.

before one of the campers could run after you, she tackled them to the ground. the others ran after you while clarisse screamed at you to run.

you ran as fast as your legs could carry you, jumping over tree branches and stumps. you could hear the running behind you, so you came up with a plan last second. you turned a random way, near some thick bushes before continuing to run. you didn’t think about anything but making it back to your post.

finally, the sight of your teams area came into view. the first person who spotted you was one of clarisse’s brothers. “she’s got the flag!” he yelled out. you reached the rock, short of breath, chest hurting, but you made it.

the conch blew, signaling that the game was over, and your team erupted into cheer. clarisse came out of the woods, a grin on her face. she cheered with her teammates before coming over to you. “good job, princess.”

your face burned from the nickname. you mumbled out a thank you while clarisse snickered beside you.

she was having fun with this.

“spar with me.”

“what?”

clarisse came over to where you were sitting in the dining pavilion, reading a book. “you heard me. i need a sparring partner.” she told you. “why me?” “so i can feel the glory of beating you, pretty girl.”

gods, when was she going to stop with these nicknames?

you raised an eyebrow. “and you’re sure none of your other siblings wanted to spar?” clarisse just shrugged. “don’t know. didn’t care to ask them. just spar with me.” you mulled over your options before sighing dramatically.

“fine. just go easy, la rue.” “can’t promise that, angel.” she grinned.

coming to terms with the fact you probably liked clarisse la rue out of all people was something you absolutely refused to do. not only was she cocky, but she had this overwhelming urge to want to beat you and everyone else in everything just because she can.

but another part of you couldn’t help but acknowledge how caring she could be towards specific people. like her younger siblings, who she was around quite often to help them train and get better. how she cared for her siblings in general, how she always checked up on her friends. it made your heart yearn for her in ways you didn’t expect.

what also made you yearn for her was the nicknames and the way she looked at you, but that’s a story for a different time.

you two made it to the sparring range. “we can use two weapons right? or are you strict about sparring too?” you asked her. “and what’s that supposed to mean?” she questioned. you shrugged. “just figured since you’re the daughter of the war god and all, you’d wanna have a specific way.”

clarisse rolled her eyes and couldn’t help but chuckle at the statement. that’s what she liked about you — you always had something to say, a comeback for her every time she got something smart out. it’s also why she ‘hated’ you so much, because you always had to one-up her.

“no specific way, princess. just try to pin me to the ground.” she told you. you hummed, pulling your dagger from your belt loop. you two decided to not go with any armor, seeing as this was just a quick match. “you ready, la rue, or do you still wanna spend time with your spear?” you mocked. “don’t bite off more than you can chew, pretty girl.”

you walked around eachother in circles for a few seconds before you willed your dagger to make you disappear. clarisse knew that was going to happen, though. she was calculated like that. what you didn’t know was that she was very attentive, which meant she could see and almost hear the dirt as you moved.

“not good at sneaking around over here, pretty girl.” she murmured. she sped up her movements before attempting to tackle you to the ground. she did tackle you, but you put up a fight. this went on until you finally managed to pin her to the ground. you became visible, a triumphant grin on your face.

“got you, la rue.” you pointed out, but she didn’t say anything back. in fact, her face was starting to turn a shade of red. she looked at you with uncertainty, like she was restraining herself from doing something. you realized the position you were in, and you tried getting up as you mumbled out a sorry, but clarisse planted one hand on your waist.

“where are you going, smart girl?” she asked. you looked into her eyes, your heart feeling like it was about to beat out of your chest. you swallowed harshly. her hand crept up to your shirt, gripping the cloth. she slowly brought you down to her. “what are you doing, la rue?”

clarisse ignored you, instead choosing to bring you down to her lips. it was shocking, slow at first, until it turned frantic between the both of you. unsaid confessions and yearning were expressed through your lips. you both came up for air when it became too much. she let out a breathy laugh while you started to smile.

“how long have you been wanting to do that, la rue?”

[satinsummer]

Chapter 1: Likewise

Summary: The first time you met Sam you knew you had to have her but how would you get her?

Culinary is your major but sports media is your side quest that turned you into a dual degree seeking mf! ;)

Chapter 2: https://www.tumblr.com/satinsummer/761133841884889088/chapter-2-movie-night?source=share

WARNING: Suggestive Language, Drug Use (Smoking Weed) 18+ No men or minors pls and thanks!

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Nobody POV

It all started at Y/BF/N's soccer game, after a long day of running around a hot kitchen with no break, sitting on the cold metal bleachers was the only thing that brought Y/N some sort of solace that fated night.

Sitting all the way at the top wasn't the best choice with the way her legs and feet were aching but it was tradition, especially since this was not only the first game of the season but this was Y/BF/N's first senior game and Y/N wouldn't miss it for the world! As she's scanning the crowd and just taking everything in Y/N noticed the "Core 4" + Anika as Chad so happily calls them making their way through the packed area.

Tara, Mindy, Anika and some mystery lady Y/N has never met stop and start talking to Quinn who just so happened to know few players on the team. Chad just continued to climb the bleachers until he reached Y/N.

"Yoo Y/N" Chad says with a big ass smile on his face, arms stretched out to hug her. "Hey Chad" Y/N says smiling but not moving an inch. "Sorry I realllyyyy don't feel like standing up unless I absolutely HAVE NO OTHER CHOICE but to" She stated now eyeing the mystery lady following behind Tara while they continued their ascend up the bleachers having now finished the conversation with Quinn.

Before Y/N or Chad get to say anything else Tara is barreling past him and pulling Y/N into a hug. "Where have you been all day, under a fucking rock??My girlfriend has not stopped talking about how sad she is because she didn't think you'd make it. I was honestly starting to think she loved you more than me and so I had to show her who she belo-" "OKAY THATS ENOUGH" Slapping a hand over Tara's mouth be she gets too carried away. "Anyway I was afraid of not making it because dinner service was a shit show and- Who's She?"

Y/N had finally stood up and looked behind Tara after pulling back from the embrace to shoot Mindy and Anika a small wave and smile but instead she was met with the most gorgeous set of chocolate colored eyes she'd ever seen. It felt like her the entire world stopped.

She stood there just staring back at her, eyes dark and brooding scanning over your face as Y/N did hers. Her hair was framing her face perfectly, her eyebrows were knit in concentration or maybe it was confusion either way Y/N just wanted to reach out and soothe it over with her thumb but she fought against it.

"Keep staring and I'll make sure I'm the last thing you see" And that's all it takes to knock Y/N out of whatever spell she was under while looking at mystery lady. "SAM! You cant threaten to kill everyone that looks at you, especially not my girlfriends best friend. Y/N she didn't mean that. Right Sam?" Tara said ending her sentence with an elbow to Sam's side. "Yeah, Right" she grumbled rolling her eyes at Tara before sitting down.

A bit after you and mystery lady's SAM's moment, everyone gets settled to watch the game as it begins. "So Sam, is this your first time at a soccer game?" Y/N asks, looking over at sam who was already looking at her. "Yeah" Sam replies never taking her eyes off of Y/N. "Want me to explain it? Help you under a bit better?" Y/N offers. "Nope" and with that Sam turns her back around to the game and doesn't say another word. That is until the game is over and Y/BF/N is running to Y/N as she pushes her way on to the field to greet Y/BF/N.

Y/BF/N played one of her best games EVER tonight, she came away with 2 goals-2 assist and 3 steals. She plays hard so when her and Y/N finally meet in the middle she's throwing her body on Y/N like a kid seeing their mom after the first day of school. She's overjoyed to have won and to know her best friend, her girlfriend and their friends were there to have witnessed it. "I'm so fucking proud of you, Y/B/NN. You were a goddamn storm out there!" Y/N shouts while rocking back and forth still embracing Y/BF/N. As the two girls pull back from each other and start doing their handshake, the rest of the group has made their was down to the field and over to them.

Tara pulls Y/BF/N into a big ass hug that ends in a kiss Sam would've paid money not to see. The rest of the group just standing there awkwardly talking amongst themselves as it continues.

"How's the chef been? You ran off to Jersey for the summer and have been MIA since you came back" Mindy points out and just like that all eyes are back on Y/N. "She didn't run off" Y/BF/N interjects after finally pulling away, jersey was still a sore topic for the two but at least Y/N could count on Y/BF/N not to force conversations about it.

As Y/BF/N headed off to the locker rooms to shower and get changed, with Tara following close behind Y/N seen this an opportunity to answer Mindy's first question. "Anyway, the chef is great, I'm in my final year so it's more stressful now than it has ever been but the world deserves to taste me so I'm dedicated to perfecting that." "Taste...you?" Mindy snickers a sly smirk playing on her lips. "Yeah, taste me and I know your gutter mind ass is taking it there so I won't divulge but I will extend you an offer to stop by the kitchen and learn somethings" Y/N states matter of factly looking straight into Mindy's eyes and suddenly she's the one acting all coy and bashful. "Damn, Y/N. You go MIA and come back trying to be Miss.TakeMyBitch" Anika says feigning betrayal. Laughter erupts between all of them and suddenly Y/BF/N and Tara are making their way back to the group. Looking a little "freshly fucked" might Mindy add but she saves them the embarrassment for now.

As everyone is walking through the parking lot and getting into their respective vehicles. Y/N can't help but let her mind wonder and eyes wander over to the brown eyed goddess she had met earlier. "You're staring again" Sam says "Can't Help it" Y/N replies. This makes Sam stop dead in her tracks as Y/N kept walking trying to keep her facade of being smooth as fuck under control. "Come on Sam, We are riding in Y/N's Car" She hears as is grabbing her arm and leading the way.

"Damn Y/N/N, when can I get a ride in that" Chad Says while looking at her car. She had recently purchased an Inifinti Q50S, it was painted titanium grey with an all black interior to match her rims. "Must be nice to have mommy and daddy get you everything" Sam sneered to no one in particular but Y/N heard it. " I don't have a mommy and daddy to do anything for me. This is NIL money, baby" Y/N retorted. "NIL?" Sam questions.

"Name, Image, Likeness." You, Y/B/N and Chad all say in unison. "Y/N is the best sports media journalist Blackmore has ever seen. She built media platform and gave the athletes here a voice" Chad Explains. Truth be told Y/N was glad nobody double back about the "no mommy daddy" comment because she didn't have the mental or emotional capacity for that tonight. "Alright, can we go now? I just played my ass off, I'm hungry and a little horny" Y/BF/N groans closing the car door as her and Tara climb in the backseat. "Guess that means you're riding shotgun Sammy" You tease. " Call me that again and I-" "Yeah, Yeah, save the threat. We both know Tara won't let you" Effectively cutting Sam off and starting her car.

Sam refused to admit but Y/N was actually pretty decent and before she knew it her mind was clouded with thoughts of Y/N. The way she would easily slip in and out of traffic, never breaking too hard or go too fast for Sam or the other two sucking face in the back to feel unsafe. Sam found herself now being the one to stare at the girl and my god was she glad Y/N was focused on the road. Under the glow of the city lights and the ones slightly illuminating the inside of the car Sam got lost in her side profile, with Y/N hair now pulled back she had a chance to examine the other features she may have missed earlier like the one dimple Y/n on her right cheek, the small scar above her ear that traveled down to the base of her hairline. The way Y/N's nose was the perfect slope from this angle.

"You're Staring" Y/N says glancing over at Sam when she stops at a red light. All Sam can do is open and close her mouth like a fish having just been caught doing the same thing she threatened Y/N for doing previously. The soft hum of the engine and music fill the rest of the car ride as the girls make their way to the " Carpenter Habitat" as Y/BF/N calls it.

As the car pulls up in front of the apartment building, Tara begins begging Sam to let Y/BF/N sleepover and much to her surprise she gives in not before giving a stern "door open or living room" option with no room for rebuttal. Sam then looks to Y/N as if she was going to say the same to her but Y/N is quick to correct. "I won't be staying, Gonna head back to the kitchen and get prepped for the dinner service happening tomorrow. You kids have fun" Y/N states looking at all three of them while leaning on her car and lighting a joint. "Wanna finish this off before you go up?" Y/N says to Y/BF/N who looks over at Tara for the go-ahead. "Fine, but just one and you better shower again" Tara directs at Y/BF/N. After kissing Tara, Y/BF/N walks over to your car and takes the lit joint from you. Tara and Sam begin to walk inside and up to their shared apartment where they both watch Y/N & Y/BF/N smoke and interact like predators hunting prey.

"You sure you don't wanna stay?" Tara yells down to Y/N after the smoke session has ended and Y/BF/N has made it safely inside and upstairs to her girlfriend. "Yeah, I'm sure. You and Y/BF/N deserve some time together after that game she played" Y/N says with a knowing smile. Y/BF/N needed her "Tara Time" after long days or hard games and who is Y/N to stop that.

Before getting in her car, Y/N spares one last glance to the balcony Tara was just on only to see the older carpenter staring back at her. With a small smile and a wave Y/N bids farewell to Sam "It was nice meeting you tonight..Sammy" "Likewise Y/N" Sam replies softly watching as Y/N slips into her car and disappears in the city traffic.

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AN: this is my first time writing something like this so pls bear w meeeeeeeeeee. if you have any suggestions on how the story line should progress, critiques, etc feel free to lmk!

any ideas on what to name the fic? submit themmmmm

[unknownperson246]

Hi!! could you do a Kelly Nickels X Fem reader fic where Y/N is one of his bandmates’ sister and they hook up right before they’re formally introduced to one another? very smutty! thank you! <3

hii im very sorry its late but here it is ❤️❤️

So Tight

Words: 1,112

Warnings: *smut* *cussing* *cheating* *cum play* *cum eating* *p in v* *teasing*

✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧✧･ﾟ:*

Kelly Nickels was in your garage with your brother. Kelly Nickels was there to form a new band. He had fun with L. A Guns but they decided to quit so Kelly formed another band. He still didnt know all the supposed member's names and he didn't know anything about them. He was there to test the chemistry with all of the people who were chosen by him to be in his new band. They didnt have a name yet either. No one had any idea who anyone was. All the men knew Kelly from L.A Guns. It was like the forming of Velvet Revolver except no one knew each other. Kelly wanted them to be interested in the band instead of using Kelly.

“So why do you guys want to be in this band?” 

“I am here to have fun and to test how I like being a rockstar” one of the men spoke up. 

“I love rock and roll and want to be a guitarist,” Your brother said.

Kelly gruffed and he got frustrated. 

“Do you have any drinks?” Kelly asked your brother.

“Yeah there in the fridge. You can go up there and grab whatever you want” Your brother says calmly trying to show excitement that a rockstar is in his home asking for something to drink.

Kelly went up the stairs and saw your thongs along the stairs. He grabbed one and threw it back on the ground. He walked up to your fridge. He saw 6 bottles of beer neatly placed on the inside of the fridge door. He grabbed one taking the top off with his teeth. He closed the fridge door. He jumped when he saw your face. You hear the beer bottle cap fall on the ground. It makes a klink sound when it collides with the tile floor.

“Oh my god, I’m sorry I thought you were my boyfriend. You must be my brother's bandmate. I’m Y/N. He said he formed the band but I know thats bullshit. He is not that bright” You say smiling not knowing you scared him shitless. He introduces himself before speaking to you.

“I’m Kelly,” He says before he speaks again

“He told you that?” Kelly asks you raising his eyebrow.

“Yep,” You say.

“I mean I formed the band.  He might remain in the lineup” He tells you putting his beer bottle down on the countertop of the kitchen.

His back faces you. He takes small sips of his beer.

“Well, it was nice meeting you Y/N,” Kelly says as he walks towards the stairs that lead to the basement which leads him to your garage. 

“Wait. Kel” A nickname for him slips out of your mouth.

“Can I call you Kel?” You ask him.

“Sure,” Kelly says

“Do you have a wife?” You ask in a flirty voice.

“No.” He answers trying to leave.

“I saw you hold my thong.” You say.

He turns around and looks at you. His cheeks turn red. “I’m sorry” He immediately apologizes.

“You can make it up to me,” You say flirting with him.

“How?” He asks you.

“You know where this is heading,” You tell Kelly.

You approach him. You throw your arms around Kelly's back. You sink your teeth into Kelly's lower lip. You can low and soft groans from Kelly. Kelly holds your legs and you wrap your legs around him. He watches your thong with thin straps peek out from your v-line that are covered by your low-rise jeans. He holds your sides just above your hips which causes your crop top to show more of your upper body. He puts you on the countertop and undoes his pants. He grabs your shoulders and he takes you off. He turns you around so you're bending over the countertop. Your tits and stomach are pressed on the harsh marble countertop. You feel yourself getting wet by the second after he smacks your big ass unexpectedly. His hands go to the hem of your pants and he tugs downwards. He sees your thong. He pulls down on it. He removes his pants halfway making sure he has enough time to pull them back up in case anyone comes into the house. He looks over his shoulder anytime he heard a creak paranoid that someone was about to find them fucking in the kitchen. He tries to hide what he is doing. He puts his cock on your entrance. 

“You ready?” He asks you to make sure you're prepared to take him.

“Yeah,” you whine for him to hurry up.

He slowly slides his cock in teasing you. He feels your tight walls and starts to thrust inside of you quickly trying to make you both come quick. He holds your hips. You're too weak from him being inside of you so he holds on to your hips making you both collide with each other. He quickly slides in and out with ease.

Your fingernails scratch the countertops leaving several heavy and noticeable marks. He kept looking over his shoulder while thrusting. 

“Kel” you moan as your moist lips part.

“I’m going to come” you shriek. 

You feel your orgasm take full effect on your body. You try your best to not get knocked over by Kelly’s heavy movements. You feel him panting on the back of your neck. You purposely clench his cock with your pussy. 

“So tight” he pants. 

He takes his final thrusts. His head goes back and his legs shake as he holds your hips tight. He feels your come dripping on his cock. He withdraws and his come squirts on the kitchen floor. 

“Shit” you both laugh.

“Get a napkin,” Kelly says to you.

“There is no need for that,” you say while he watches you go on the floor and clean it all up with your tongue. 

You pull your pants up while cleaning his come on the dirty kitchen floor. He watches you in amusement.

“You ate my come!” He says smirking while pulling his pants up. 

“If I had the dick that had the come in it then I can eat it off the floor,” you say making eye contact while cleaning his come.  

You hear footsteps from the basement stairs and you quickly get up acting normal. Your brother watches you talking with Kelly. 

“I see where you’ve been,” your brother says to Kelly.

“Kelly this is Y/N and Y/N this is Kelly,” he says smiling having no idea of what you both just did on the kitchen counter. 

You both smile and shake hands as if nothing happened between the two of you. 

[agaypanic]

Omfg you’re writing for Rodrick? 🥹he’s so bbg. Can I please request something with him and a guitarist!reader (I play lead and bass<3) who’s in a band and he like sneaks into a bar and she’s playing there and singing and is just so cool he immediately just *heart eyes* and he meets her after the show and they hit it off? I know he’s more edgy punk but I vibe with more rock type and I like the similar-but-different couple dynamic stuff

If you want obviously np you could change whatever but still he’s so hot please and thank you

Rock and Roll (Rodrick Heffley X Guitarist!Reader)

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Request Something!

Summary: Wanting to see if his fake I.D. is any good, Rodrick goes to a bar at the edge of town. But he’s immediately distracted by you singing and playing with your band.

A/N: once again, idk shit about anything thats not the violin lol also superbad reference for no reason other than i wanted to. au where rodrick's 19/20 and reader's 21

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“Your name is…” The bouncer looked down at the license, raising his eyebrow skeptically before looking back at Rodrick. “McLovin?”

“Yup,” Rodrick responded, trying to remain casual. 

The two men had a stare-off for a few tense seconds before, finally, the bouncer sighed and handed Rodrick back his ID.

“Whatever, man.” He opened the door to the bar and stepped aside, allowing Rodrick to pass through. He tried not to look so surprised about the entry.

Rodrick decided that the best way to celebrate his fake ID working was to buy a drink. So he headed to the bar, trying to decide what he should order.

“What can I get ya?” One of the bartenders asked Rodrick as he approached the bar. Rodrick looked at the chalkboard menu on the wall, about to say something, before he was interrupted by loud music.

Across the large room was a stage and dancefloor. The floor was filled with semi-drunk patrons dancing and jumping around to the beat. On the stage was a rock band jamming out. Rodrick was immediately captivated, soon forgetting the bartender as he slowly walked closer to the dancefloor. 

The music was different from what he was used to. Rodrick was into punk, but this was more rock. But he really liked it.

It might’ve had something to do with the pretty guitarist, who headbanged along with the lead singer without missing a single chord. Rodrick was a drummer, but there was something about the way your fingers glided across the fingerboard that had him completely mesmerized.

About half an hour later, your band’s set was finally over, and Rodrick hadn’t moved an inch from his spot. He watched you walk off the stage and over to the bar, ending up right next to him. You ordered a drink and then looked at him, giving a smile.

“Hey.” 

“Hey.” Rodrick’s brain raced with what to say next. He wasn’t used to talking to a pretty girl. “Nice set.”

“Thanks.” You nodded in gratitude as the bartender handed you your drink, taking a sip before looking back at Rodrick. “You like rock?”

“Well, I’m more into the punk scene, but that stuff was pretty cool. You know, I’m in a band too!”

“Really?” You asked, turning to fully face Rodrick with interest.

The rest of the night, the two of you talked about music and being in bands, which branched off into talks about other parts of your life. Before Rodrick left, he had the guts to ask for your number. And when he got home and snuck up to his room, he was already texting you and asking when you could see each other again.

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Rodrick Heffley Taglist: @tweedledipshit

[aletterinthenameofsanity]

Payneland Didn't Know They Were Dating AU Update: aka, surprise! Chapter 3!

Basically: thank all of y'all for the outpouring of love on this fic. I was very much not expecting it and my friends got to deal with me rambling in the discord chat about how excited/overwhelmed I was (very positively, of course). As a result, here's the follow-up. I couldn't resist :)

Edwin learned about the Big Bang only after he escaped Hell. It seemed an almost religious concept, that the universe had begun from a single burst of light, exploding outward at such rapid speeds that it could never be caught up to. That humanity would never, ever reach the outskirts of the universe, never be able to touch the edges, not because the Earth was at the center of the universe, but because the universe would expand on forever, past any human comprehension.

For the longest time, that was what being in love with Charles Rowland was like.

A burst of light. A divine spark. The universe comes into being, life summoned forth from the ether and never quite able to be caught up to. A constant failure to reach for the edges.

Charles Rowland’s love is as big as the fucking universe, and Edwin would never find his way to its edges. He would forever be dwarfed at the center, a remnant of a time long gone, doomed to never expand at the same rate.

But then Charles shatters all of that. He tells Edwin that he has never been a satellite. That Charles is not the universe. He's not too grand to ever love Edwin back.

(The follow-up to realizing the boy you love has loved you back all along.)

Also, lookie! I also have a playlist for this fic! (Songs are in order, for ease of listening!)

@tragedy-machine @idliketobeatree @wordsinhaled @nix-nihili @anything-thats-rock-and-roll

@tumblerislovetumblerislife @plentyghosts @dear-monday @deadb0ydetectives @sparklypurplefool

@immacaria @mostly-functional @arisprite @wikipediagreen

@catboy-cabin @frogsondeckchairs @shadowflame84 @adventures-in-mangaland

@spacegirlsgang

[shunsuiken]

A LITTLE SECRET | SAGAU

synopsis. you, the divine creator of teyvat, discover one day that your blood can heal. 

tags. gn!reader + hurt/comfort + fluff + you bring childe and kazuha into a domain (xiangling and bennett are honorary mentions) + reader wants ragbros to reconcile + zhongli and ayato are sparring partners + itto gets hurt but don’t worry we heal him + gorou is still traumatised after the war between the shogunate army & the sangonomiya resistance so pls understand his reaction here + reader thinks everyones gonna be mad at them but thats not true + they tease you in the end and its all adorable <3 hehe

warnings. mentions of blood (obviously), self-harm (??? because reader cuts their wrist to obtain the blood), if i missed anything pls lmk !!

wc. 2.6k

an. incredible how brainrot makes you write things so quickly. i only just indulged myself into sagau’s literally a week ago and now this is here 😀

“now wasn’t that quite the fight!” childe wipes sweat off his forehead with his sleeve, letting his bow dematerialise in the air as he strides into the estate in your abode.

“you were rather ruthless out there, i must say.” kazuha removes his bandages and replaces them with a clean roll in a cupboard. “their grace looked concerned when that cryo abyss mage shot a cryo thorn at you.”

“true but these scars will heal like they were never even there!” sometimes kazuha wonders if the fatui harbinger feels any pain, he must, he thinks, but is most likely good at hiding it.

“would you like to bandage that at least?”

“hm, i could but-”

“kazuha! ajax!” you call with your sweet voice from the kitchen and all the men’s heads in the living room whip around in the direction of your voice. speaking of you… they haven’t seen you since you and your party left the domain.

“yes, your grace?” childe replies, a light blush appearing on his face upon the use of his real name.

kazuha smiles lightly behind him, greeting you as you enter the living room. “your grace.”

“here are your vitamins, you two!” you bring two cups of a mysteriously transparent liquid to them. “i’ve already given these to xiangling and bennett and now it's your turns!”

“oh, it’s this drink again.” childe raises his brows. “you gave it to us last time as well, your grace.”

you hum in agreement, “i did.”

kazuha inspects the liquid after taking it from your precious hands. “the ingredients for this healing mixture must be incredibly difficult to find since it heals wounds so quickly.” he then drinks it up with childe, both men handing the cups back to you in a respectable fashion.

kazuha is right about that. the ingredients for this drink are definitely difficult to find.

but that is because the drink was your blood. your golden blood to be precise. when you descended as the creator of teyvat, you were naturally bestowed with this condition to discern your immortal body from others.

funnily enough, it was all due to you scraping your palm against a rough rock that you discovered the hidden properties of your blood (and its rich golden colour). it was weird in the beginning, and you made sure to guarantee how highly your blood’s healing properties were before offering it to the men who joined you in domains and open-world fights. so you only declared its potential after flinging yourself through multiple enemies.

so far you’ve managed to hide this fact from the men since you found out. after learning some illusory spells that can’t be detected by the naked eye, you were able to successfully heal your men after feeding them your blood—referring to it as “vitamins”. 

“your grace, what’s the secret recipe behind this amazing drink? maybe i could learn it to help you if any more of us get hurt.” you feel bad, thoma looks like he has stars in his eyes but you obviously can’t tell him how the drink is made. you can already imagine it. he’d panic and go all red in the face. although a cute sight, you don’t want him to worry about you since he and the rest have done so much to smoothen your descent into teyvat.

you also notice the expectant eyes of the other men who are behind him, either idly standing by or are on the couch relaxing.

“oh thoma, there is a reason why it’s a secret.” you wink at him, extending your index finger to your lips. you end up laughing at the housekeeper when the red on his face makes it up to his ears, a sheepish look on his face for asking such a question with an obvious answer.

“my apologies, your grace. i didn’t mean to pry.” the pyro user scratches the back of his head while ayato, who sips on his boba milk tea, pats his back sympathetically.

“don’t apologise, dearest, it is natural you all are curious.” you meet eyes with everyone in the room, hoping your words can convince them. “but don’t fret, this is just a way of me giving my thanks to all your preparations when i arrived here.”

“your grace is too kind.” kazuha smiles. “therefore we shall accept your offerings wholeheartedly.”

you’re praying (to who knows what, you’re literally the most powerful being on teyvat) that the boys can forgive you if they ever found out. but you have a sinking feeling that they’ll all feel betrayed instead because they wouldn’t ever want you to hurt yourself to heal them. just thinking about it makes your heart break. so you quickly shove those worries away, as long as the boys stay safe then it is worth the minuscule second of pain.

-

you’re reading a book next to kaeya while he completes paperwork. he decided to do his work outside the confines of the wooden walls so he could get some fresh air instead (news flash: he actually just wants to be in your presence). after a while, diluc comes along with a glass of grape juice in his hands. he greets you and stares at his brother. “kaeya,” he greets before sitting down opposite of him.

kaeya raises his head, giving him a nod of acknowledgement. “diluc.”

you twitch your eye at the dry interaction in front of you. perhaps you should add this to your list of things to accomplish, to help these two estranged brothers and connect them once again. no doubt would the two be happier. obviously they will need as much time as possible to settle things. and you are willing to give them exactly that. time. you sigh underneath your breath, listening to the distant cling and clangs of a polearm and a sword.

hm, perhaps they’re sparring? you remove your gaze from your book to the two figures in the distance. ah, it seems to be zhongli and ayato. now that is an interesting pairing. however, your moment of peace is interrupted by panicked shouts for help at the front door. you exchange alarmed looks with the two brothers in front of you, getting up quickly from your seats to attend to the shouts that are coming from… you believe, gorou.

your face pales at the sight in front of you, there is a large gash right across itto’s stomach, blood pooling out of him like a flowing river. immediately you kneel down to his figure supported by gorou, who is startled by the entire situation as he relays what happened.

“we were looking for onikabuto but itto’s wind glider broke and he fell through the trees in chinju forest!” gorou’s tail is raised high up in alarm, ears stiff and skin running cold at the sight of his comrade in this state. it brings him too many memories. too many unfortunate ones that make his hands shake.

you hold onto his hand tightly, returning him to the present so he doesn’t focus on what he saw behind the look in his eyes anymore. he raises his head to meet your gaze. your gaze that does not falter, your gaze that urges him: trust me.

gorou does, giving you some space to heal itto with your abilities. it then dawns on gorou that he’s never seen you heal anybody with your abilities. and when you did heal people, it was with that liquid you would bring to them.

the men who are on site look at you with anticipation because they’ll finally get to see how you prepare that healing concoction. but they’re also exchanging gazes at each other in concern for itto. the oni groans in pain, clutching onto the gushing wound. you have no time to waste. materialising his claymore, you quickly slash your skin against the sharp edge as your blood spills onto itto’s wound.

you hear various reactions. cries of shock, quiet gasps, and protests that plead you to stop your actions.

“y- your grace?!” gorou gasps, brows creasing in bewilderment while his hands hover awkwardly in front of him, unsure of what to do next.

“so that’s why they never told us how the ‘vitamins’ were made,” the wanderer mutters but everybody hears him clearly.

the men are smart enough to put two and two together. seeing your divine blood trickle down your arm onto itto’s wound that healed the second it made contact with your blood threw them all into a speechless stupor. they weren’t even expecting the liquid to be such a dazzling colour that would reflect the light of the afternoon sun.

when the wound heals completely, you wipe the remaining streaks of itto’s blood off using your sleeves. and magically, your slashed skin is healed too. you reach for itto’s cheek, caressing him. “you are alright, my dear. you can open your eyes now.”

itto responds with a tired whine.

zhongli takes a step forward, kneeling down to meet your height to gently hold your forearm, his thumb running over the skin that was ripped open just a second ago. “so i’m assuming this is the secret recipe to the vitamins?”

you can’t lie to the boys anymore now that they’ve seen it all so you nod your head, admitting the truth. “yes, it is.” you don’t dare meet zhongli’s amber gaze, which is why you don’t notice the glint of worry he looks at you with. instead, you jump to conclusions and think that he’s disappointed in you. they probably all are, you convince yourself.

“gorou, let’s carry him inside.”

the men collectively jolt in alarm, they can’t possibly let you carry the oni into the estate. even if they saw your arm heal itself, you’re still their creator! they can’t just let you perform physical tasks like that when they’re available. so heizou and tighnari take it upon themselves to help the general carry him inside and onto the couches.

while the others are distracted you quietly retreat to the kitchen to make an escape through the back door but the second you turn on your heel, your face is met by somebody’s chest.

“you didn’t think what we saw would go unspoken, did you?” just your luck, it’s alhaitham. you’re definitely not getting out of this one.

you avert your gaze to the very interesting stove behind him, grimacing. “i was just about to grab some food for itto,” you lie through your teeth.

cyno suddenly appears beside alhaitham, crossing his arms. “we know you’re concerned for itto but the oni has a strong spirit. he’ll be fine.” he tilts his head. “however, i believe we deserve an explanation.”

the grip you have on your cloak tightens, staring at cyno as your heart thumps like its right beside your ears. “uh,” you begin, turning around to see that all their attention has fallen onto you, including itto who peeks over the spine of the couch.

“o- okay, well, initially i wanted to say something about it however, i’m also aware of how protective you all can be towards me and i realised if i did tell you all, then i wouldn’t be able to heal all of you quick enough after battling domains and open-world fights,” you trail off, continuing in softer voice, “i’m not doubting any of your abilities—i’m just concerned and mean well because majority of you are mortals. and mortals get hurt more easily than those of the adepti and other immortal beings—even when you wield a vision.” you sigh, shamefaced. “it appears my plan has turned on me, very well, if any of you believe i’m deserving of a punishment then i shall gladly-”

“woah woah woah, who said anything about a punishment, your grace?” although heizou would have preferred you to finish your sentence, he can barely get through the first few words. you clearly made your statement and proved your points. there is no need for punishment when you have already proven yourself.

“your grace, you are too kind for your own good!” venti shakes his head fondly. “you were only looking out for us in the first place, what position are we in to complain? you’ve also revealed your condition so i think we’re all even.”

you nod your head hesitantly, a tense atmosphere radiating off of you. “i just don’t like seeing any of you injured so terribly. it’s too much for me to bear.” 

it’s silent for a while. everyone’s thinking of words to say. their creator doesn’t normally express their emotions so when they do, it renders even the best of linguists in the room silent.

itto groans, turning his head animatedly towards everyone. “jeez! you guys are acting like somebody just died!” the oni cannot stand the intense silence, it makes his body jittery and he has to say something to break it. he taps his finger on his temple, shaking his head dramatically. “your grace is the only one who can get these serious people quiet like this!”

aether raises a brow at the oni, folding his arms. “looks like you’re all better, aren’t you?”

itto’s eyes return to your figure. you feel like a spotlight is shining on you from the bright expression on his face as he rambles, “and that’s because their grace is super amazing, super cool, super smart and super-”

“i think their grace understands.” the wanderer interrupts him before looking at you. “you should tell us how you discovered your condition, we’ll be all ears.”

you’re caught off guard, lowering your gaze to the floor again as your face heats up. “u- uh.”

“you don’t have to tell us if you don’t want to.” xiao reminds you.

however, the men in the room have keen eyes and notice the change in your expression. how is it that the memory of discovering your condition made you react like this? now that makes them all wonder…

“ooh your expression changed your grace, was it perhaps an embarrassing memory?” kaeya teases, squinting his eye.

you fold your arms, feigning ignorance but your shaky gaze does nothing to defend you. “it was nothing of the sort.”

“oh really?” tighnari presses on. you’re sweating now.

“their grace must have been experimenting.” ayato defends you suavely but a glint of mischief shines in his lavender stare. “a little slip and slide of a few sharp objects is inevitable, no?”

“correct.” albedo nods his head, holding his chin with his thumb and a curled index finger. “however, since their grace can heal themself now, the discovery must have been… an accident?” he tilts his head, eyelids falling lower as he gives you the look you’ve seen on his face countless of times when he teases you.

your face boils like a kettle, you swear there’s steam coming out of your ears too. you snap your head away from their cheeky expressions. “you all are too much.” you huff, turning on your heel, because you somehow believe you can successfully leave the room when they all are eager to tease you like this.

“uh-uh, your grace!” venti blocks you from leaving through the back door. “after such a long day, don’t you think we’re worthy of your affection?”

you blink owlishly at the bard. “you all always are.”

venti coos at your words and the others can’t help but react similarly.

you sigh like an exhausted parent before pulling on a smile always reserved for them. “then how about you all join me on the couch while i tell you about my life in the other world?”

the men are quick to guide you to your seat in the middle of the couch. aether shushes itto because he started yelling in excitement, the wanderer and xiao have a glaring contest in order to sit beside you (somehow alhaitham and cyno are doing the exact same thing on the other side), kaeya and thoma prepare drinks and snacks for everyone and the rest make peace with the seats they’re sat at. as long as you are in their view, not a single complaint leaves their lips.

[burntb4bydoll]

PLEASE HEAR ME OUT 👂🏻

Cockwarming with Bill. He isn’t moving but you’re whining and begging him to move, pulling at his hair. chasing release. I just know Bill has a daddy kink. I just know it

Words cannot express how bad i wanna kiss you for this ily

Bill Kaulitz x fem!reader

Warnings: cockwarming, daddy kink, hair pulling, dumbification (idk if thats spelled right im so confused help)

Bill has you sitting in his lap, facing him so that you didn’t get in his way. He was too busy doing god knows what on his computer to pay attention to your whining and attempts at grinding on him. You had practically begged him to let you sit on him while he worked, but you’re definitely starting to regret your choices.

“Stop moving. I told you that if I let you do this, you’d have to be a good girl and stay still.” His voice was sweet but you knew he was serious. You let out another muffled whine into his chest, trying to still your hips that seemed to have a mind of their own. One of his hands leave the computer to stroke your hair in attempt to calm you down. That only held you off for about 3 more minutes until you started to rock your hips again.

“D-daddy please. I wanna cum so bad please.” You sounded absolutely pathetic. He had told you exactly what was going to happen before you even crawled into his lap but you didn’t listen. He completely ignores your pleas and continues to stare at the screen, but he was no longer working. He was just sitting there pretending to not care to make you even more worked up. Although he couldn’t keep this up for long because you started to tug on his hair, rocking your hips are much as you could to try and please yourself.

“Aw, my poor dumb girl. You’re trembling, honey.” He pulls back to look at you, watching as your glossy eyes roll back slightly at his words. Your hips are suddenly stilled by his hands, making you whimper as tears start to form in your eyes.

“Daddy! Please just fuck me already, I’ll be so good..” your begging makes him smile. He watches as your hands fly back up to his hair, pulling on it to try and break free of his firm hold on your hips.

“Oh yeah? You’re not being very good right now though, are you? Yanking on daddys hair isnt gonna you what you want. You know that.” Before you could say anything, one of his hands leaves your hip to grab your chin and he kisses you. The kiss was messy and rushed, which mean that he was also getting needy. You pulled back to look at him and his lips were glossy and red, he just looked so beautiful.

“You look so pretty, daddy. I love you.” You knew that being sweet would get you what you want.

“I love you too, baby. You’re so cute. Let me make you feel good, yeah?”

[azewritessillystuff]

please could you do a headcannons/small fic on how its like to spend Christmas with yuji itadori and/or xiao??

𝔘𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔯 𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔐𝔦𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔱𝔬𝔢

Xiao and Yuji Itadori (seperate) x gn reader, Christmas fic, canon verse, with some fanon silliness :3 An: Ofc 🫶 Kinda short because ✨classes✨ Hope its still enjoyable though! Warnings: None except it wasn't reread or proofread (most daily fics won't be :) ) Pure fluff LETS GET THE CHRISTMAS COUNT DOWN OUT BTW! 23 Days Until Christmas!!! 🧑‍🎄🧑‍🎄🎄🎄🎄✨✨🥳🥳🥳🎉🎉🎊🎊

𝓧𝓲𝓪𝓸 As Christmas approached, it became colder and colder in the nation of Liyue, making hot meals much more recommended for the weather. "Almond Tofu is NOT a food you should be eating right now! Especially in the middle of nowhere!" You huffed to the adepti sitting infront of you, perched atop a rock and eating one of the only 'tolerable' food items to his picky taste. "I can't get colds." Xiao nonchalantly replied, continuing to munch on his food, taking small bites of his food between words. Though, his small shivers didn't go unnoticed by you. Rolling your eyes, you jumped up to sit beside him, the scene of Liyue wrapped in holiday joy and festivities below you. "Thats not the point...the point is that it's Christmas...! Try some hot chocolate, please?" You begged, pouting. "No." "You don't love me..." You lamented dramatically, pouting. Sadly, even if you were clearly joking, Xiao seemed to waver at that, frowning. "Fine. Your finishing if I won't though." He finally sighed, giving in to your cute irritating pleads. - - That's how you were both here, sitting in Wanmin restaurant, utterly devouring the special holiday menu as Xiao stared suspiciously at his turkey slices, poking it with a fork as it would become the Walking Chicken and attack him. It was...cute. Xiao finally looked up at your expectant stare, glaring for a while then finally taking a bite of his food. Whilst he didn't light up or anything, you caught how he was suddenly eating the turkey without protest. "See? I told you you'd like it." "Yes." Xiao said simply, continuing to eat. "We should do this more!" You happily announce, grinning happily at him, "Then your palette would be wider." You turned your head to the snowy sky, the ghost of your smile still on your face. Honestly, you'd look forward to Christmas more if it was with Xiao. But for Xiao, he'd know the date of this human holiday, just for you. 𝓨𝓾𝓳𝓲 𝓘𝓽𝓪𝓭𝓸𝓻𝓲 This was not fair at ALL. Yuji had everything prepared. He had cooked Bifteki for the both of you, made a deal with Sukuna to let him off for the day AND finished all his missions early (Who the hell gives missions on a holiday anyway?) But ofcourse you had an emergency mission that he had reluctantly agreed to come along to, messing up his plans for the both of you. How cruel... Yuji ran through the halls of the abandoned building, panicking. The last he had scene of you had been your figure being whisked by a shadow. His heart pounded in his ribcage, threatening to escape as he called your name. After five minutes of nothing, your voice yelled back, "Yuji! Here! Help!" He didn't hesitate to turn and dart there with super human speed, not stopping once to catch his breath. Finally, he reached a large wooden door, opening it and panting, he was about to call you name again until he felt a force tackle him down to the ground. He was about to punch whatever it was until he realized it was you. "Y/n-!" "Merry Christmas!!!" You happily say, hugging his chest. Just now he realized Megumi and Nobara were standing behind you, both having and amused look. "Gojo-sensei and the rest will arrive here soon. Y/n, I suggest you do it already." Yuji was just switching his gaze in confusion, still unsure of what to think of the situation. You smile at Yuji and hand him a Christmas present box, dramatically kneeling on one knee. Yuji stared, "W-wha-" "Your quite an idiot right now, Yuji Itadori. But I am asking you-please be my idiot. And if you didn't get that, I'm asking you to be my boyfriend." You declare, smiling. You stopped any doubt in your mind-trying to convince yourself he wouldn't reject you...right? The tension in the air was quickly cut when Yuji tackled you into a hug, making you erupt into a fit of laughter, wrapping your arms around him and sighing contentedly. For both of you, it was the best Christmas gift you could get. AN: Requests still open! I'm hoping to make fics kinda like a Christmas countdown, so feel free to request! (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) .ᐟ.ᐟ

[nix-nihili]

wip wunday!

tagged by @babyseraphim and @idliketobeatree thanks loves <3 this is from a spiderman au with a fun magic twist hehe :)

Woah,” Crystal says, voice sharp in his head at the same time his spidey-senses tingle, goosebumps rising. Charles scarfs the last bite of his roll down before he's straightening his mask. “We got activity by… St. Hilarion's. What the fuck? It's demonic, if I'm getting these readings correctly but that doesn't make sense. Nobody should be- wait, hey, isn’t Edw-” But the rest of her sentence is drowned in the rush of the wind as he swings himself off of St. Paul’s, heart hammering out of his fucking chest like a jackrabbit. Shit, shit, shit. His sense is going haywire, fear coursing through his veins, and it's only years of honed instinct that has him not land flat as a pancake on the pavement below. The view that he usually loves taking in rushes past him as he barrels through the city, not picking up on any of the recognising shouts from below because if Edwin is- if he's hurt- God, no, Charles can’t think about that.

tagging: @anything-thats-rock-and-roll @aletterinthenameofsanity @e-payne @vyther15 @dear-monday @tw0-ravens and anybody else <3

[tnt-tourney]

welcome one and all to the 2023 t+t tournament!! despite the long wait for the final bracket, the day has finally arrived. due to the size of the text, the list of contestants will be under the cut. due to how many contestants there are, i wont be able to tag everything, but i will tag as much as i can.

now, since it's been a while, a quick rehashing of the relevant rules!

1. be polite to others participating in the vote

2. do not Rig the vote -- propaganda is more than welcome and the askbox is always open for it! i just dont have the energy to deal with botting

3. dont be rude if the contestants youre rooting for are voted out!! sometimes thats just the way things go. theres always next time!

4. have fun !

the polls will start rolling out sometime next week. thank you!!

left:

Hexsquad (The Owl House) VS. Vault Hunters (Borderlands 1+2)

The Bad Kids (D20: Fantasy High) VS. FloweringPassionFruit (Ride the Cyclone)

Barbie + Ken (Barbie) VS. Dwarves (Deep Rock Galactic)

Mabel Pines + Dipper Pines (Gravity Falls) VS. The Fantastic 4 (Marvel)

Klaus Hargreeves + Viktor Hargreeves (The Umbrella Academy) VS. Spiderband (Spider-Man: Into/Across the Spiderverse)

Lup + Barry Bluejeans (The Adventure Zone) VS. Cleo de Nile + Deuce Gorgon (Monster High)

Spideypool (Marvel) VS. Gomez Addams + Morticia Addams (The Addams Family)

Team Rocket (Pokémon) VS. Rashmi Jamil + Amelie Macon + Loam Arnault (Entropic Float)

Link + Zelda (The Legend of Zelda) VS. Peter Parker + Harry Osborn (Marvel)

Huey Duck + B.O.Y.D. (Ducktales 2017) VS. Golf Ball + Tennis Ball (Battle for Dream Island)

Lewis + Vivi + Arthur (Mystery Skulls Animate) VS. Horokeu Usui + Pirica Usui (Shaman King)

Paulkins (Hatchetfield) VS. Magnus Chase + Alex Fierro (Magnus Chase and the Gods of Asgard)

Bill Preston + Ted Logan (Bill and Ted) VS. Leonard Church + Agent Texas (Red vs. Blue)

Ariel + Prince Eric (The Little Mermaid) VS. Polypirates (JRWI: Riptide)

Cody Goodwin + May Goodwin (It Takes Two) VS. Frank-N-Furter + Magenta + Columbia + Riff Raff (The Rocky Horror Show)

SpaceDolls (Ride the Cyclone) VS. Kim Possible + Ron Stoppable (Kim Possible)

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right:

The Guardians of the Galaxy (Marvel) VS. Julian Bashir + Miles O'Brien + Jadzia Dax (Star Trek: Deep Space 9)

The Murder Crew (Clue) VS. The Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles

Vash the Stampede + Nicolas D. Wolfwood + Meryl Stryfe + Milly Thompson (Trigun) VS. Team Chaotix (Sonic the Hedgehog)

Steve + Alex (Minecraft) VS. Gyro Gearloose + Lil Bulb (Ducktales 2017)

Phantom Thieves (Persona 5) VS. Wright Anything Agency + Apollo Justice + Klavier Gavin (Ace Attorney)

Westley + Buttercup (The Princess Bride) VS. Shin + Noi (Dorohedoro)

Kermit + Miss Piggy (The Muppets) VS. The Mechanisms

Jeremy Heere + Michael Mell + Christine Canigula (Be More Chill) VS. The Solve It Squad (The Solve It Squad Returns)

Harleyberts + Crockenglishes (Homestuck) VS. Sonic & co. (Sonic the Hedgehog)

Mulder + Scully (The X-Files) VS. Steph Lauter + Pete Spankoffski (Hatchetfield)

Main Cast (Omori) VS. Ben Tennyson + Gwen Tennyson + Kevin Levin (Ben 10)

Ashe Ubert + Claude Von Riegan + Sylvain Jose Gautier (Fire Emblem: Three Houses) VS. Birdetta + Yoshi (Mario)

Prime Defenders (JRWI: Prime Defenders) VS. Strilondes (Homestuck)

The Mystery Gang (Scooby Doo) VS. Billie Logan + Thea Preston (Bill and Ted)

Splatoon Idols VS. Lexthan (Hatchetfield)

Sex Bob-omb + Ramona Flowers (Scott Pilgrim vs. the World) VS. Jonathan Sims + Martin K. Blackwood (The Magnus Archives)

[idliketobeatree]

dead boy detectives text posts as starboarded (and others) messages from the dead gay detectives server, part 11 mine ↳ 6, 7 part 1 by @nix-nihili ↳ 2, 2.5, 3, 4, 5, 9, 10 @aletterinthenameofsanity ↳ 8 _ @hartigays @tragedy-machine @vyther15 @bitterdesert @agentearthling @magpiemarten @aletterinthenameofsanity @datglutengoblin @holvivum @autumn-equinox-04 @shaylogic @qwanderer @featherandstorm @singt0me @its-about-the-acethetic @wikipediagreen @anything-thats-rock-and-roll @safaiagem @colourblindcharles @pinklemonslices @fangirlzars @mellxncollie @every-moment-a-different-sound @plentyghosts @wordsinhaled @tumblerislovetumblerislife @fenristheulv + logan

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[zabchan]

I JUST got into hooked wayfinder and wanna know, do you think anything for Maui and Moana’s relationship being romantic be confirmed in the movie?? Or do you think the new male character will be more “intended” to be a potential partner? Honestly I’m not sure what direction Disney is planning to go, but I love your fanfics. I also see there was a ton of stuff that came out in 2016/17 for hooked waydinder ships too, such a shame I’m so late

:D welcome new friend! Realistically I figure we won't get any kind of confirmation in movie for a mxm romance beyond some highly subjective lingering looks- part of it being that moana is so heavily set up as a modern non-romantic princess. And that's not a bad thing! I'm 100% behind representation of well rounded self actualized heroines for whom romance is not a priority. its important for current and future generations to have role models who don't define themselves by their partners or partner-having potential, especially girls of color, who have gotten the short end of the stick for the majority of media history.

i personally ship moana x maui of course, because im a hopeless romantic and bisexual disaster for these two- but if moana never gets a romance it wont make me stop loving her character and story.

The other reason I doubt we'll see much overt romance is that Dwayne Johnson identifies so heavily with Maui that I can't see him comfortable with 19ish year old Moana being his self insert's love interest. especially with him wanting to fully act Maui in the live action. its one thing to voice some slightly suggestive and tender flirtations, its another to stare a teenage co-actor in the eye and not see very nearly your own daughters. of which johnson has 3, the eldest of whom is 20. (ish?)

Disney is not about to piss off The Rock.

I could write another essay on how Dwayne Johnson =/= maui, and while Mr.Johnson is entitled to his interpretation of the character he helped bring to life; I am also allowed to have my own interpretation, especially here, in the pseudo private realm. but I digress.

That's not to say there's not gonna be plenty of shipper fuel! I mean, idk if you've seen my unhinged screaming posts lately but

AHHHHHHHHH THE HUG! THE GAZES! THE MANHANDLING!

i can very easily see big dumb giant hints that at least moana has a crush on maui, and there is CLEARLY affection between them. at least in the promo material, the focus is on moana and maui teaming up again and we barely see her interact with our new storyteller apprentice & maui-fanboy Moni. he does hug her when he joins the crew, and we see Moni as the vehicle for several exposition dumps. I could see a possible romance, they have a shared interest in stories and on the surface he seems like a lovable cinnamon roll. (I'm projecting). i wouldn't hate that outcome. i also see him positioned next to Loni the ship-designer, our other near-moana's-age crewmate, fellow boat enthusiast and possible love interest *eyebrow wiggle*.

i headcanon moana as bi- altho thats not saying much, as i have a bad(?) habit of headcanoning EVERYone as bi

me, pointing at every character i remotely relate to: "youre all

so i can see moana happy with any of the 3 (maui, moni and loto)- or hell, why not all three?

i find it more probable that moni and loto get paired up as side characters, both of them seem enamored with the ideas of ocean-adventures; moni with his stories and loto with her boat designs, but not truly understanding the reality of seafaring. i can imagine actually going out and doing the things for real has quite a learning curve, and there's a built-in bonding experience. They start on a much more equal footing to one another than they do to Moana the chiefly hero, present and future legend.

as to being late to the fandom, heyyyy this is great timing!!! sequel hype is building, and im already feasting on the promo content- the actual movie release is gonna leave me feral for AT LEAST another year. if by November 2025 no one other than you ships moana x maui then I AM DEAD because aint no way they can squash my candle for this. even if the movie turns out shite i'll be there working on a fix it fic (that i will agonize over and probably never finish because of Who I Am As A Person but yeah know. #justadhdthings)

thank you for your kind words about my fanfictions, altho i read that & my brain immediately went "whoops i hope theyre messaging the right person, did they maybe mean to compliment @thehighpriestessofcuddles? or maybe @v8roadworrier?" because whohoo imposter syndrome. #justadhdthings

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+:★:+* Chapter 12: One +:★:+*

A/N: THATS IT, This is the end, thank you so much for reading this far. I hope this chapter (mostly smut) was worth it. Everyone's comments have been so sweet and I love writing for this fandom so I hope y'all enjoy my other works <3

The conversation didn’t happen when she came home later that night, her mind still too hazy from the drinks she had. She stumbled into a quiet house. Kirk and Jason tangled together napping on the couch. She smiled at the sight and it made her think maybe everything would be okay. She didn’t want to wake them so she moved to the kitchen quietly.

She needed to cure this growing headache before it prevented her from sleeping. As she rummaged around in the cupboards as quietly as she could she dumped the last two pills into her hand, swallowing them roughly as she leaned forward against the counter. The room was spinning, she needed to stay still, just a moment.

“Y/N?” Kirk's groggy voice was behind her, his arms snaking around her waist comfortably as he rested his head on her shoulder. She sighed, content at the feeling of being in his arms. “You came home late, did you have fun?”

There was something about the protective edge in his voice that had her stomach tighten. It was endearing. She spun in his arms so she could face him. She nodded slowly with a lazily smile. “Yeah just, drank a bit too much, bad headache.” She groaned softly as she rested her head against his chest, her arms curling around his back.

His fingers scratched the back of her neck gently as he held her close. Something felt different about the way he was holding her, grasping on to her like he was worried she would disappear. “You okay Kirk?” She asked softly as she pulled back to tilt her head up to look at him. His eyes were swimming with something she couldn't describe.

Then like a storm rocking her he dipped his head down, pressing his lips to hers hesitantly, scared of the rejection. He tasted like warm cinnamon and a hint of tobacco, he was smoking again. She knew she should pull away, knew that Jason was her boyfriend, but she knew their relationship was anything less than conventional.

Slowly she moved her lips against his, warmth flooding her chest. Here it was, the kiss she had been yearning for, four years she wanted this. And it was happening in the dead of night, sleepily in the kitchen of her boyfriend's home, her boyfriend who wasn't Kirk. It felt weirdly right. Her hands clutched into the fabric of his shirt as she tugged him down a little further. Her mouth parting to press her wet tongue against Kirks, warm, sweet.

She swallowed his soft moans and returned them with her own desperate whimpers. His hands dropped to her waist, tugging her hips forward into his. The sudden friction is what made her pull back. His lips were shiny and puffy from the kiss, eyes tired but filled with lust. “Kirk, can’t...Jason.”

At the mention of the other man she watched his face drop just slightly. “I know,” he whispered, voice laced with desperation. “I know you two…just please, please let me have this a little longer Y/N.” His head dropped to her neck, pressing soft kisses to the skin that had her shuddering pleasantly. “I just want you both so bad.” He whined.

Y/N’s breath hitched in her throat. Her nails digging into Kirk's flesh. The whine in his voice, pleading and almost pathetic made her stomach tighten. “Fuck, Kirk you mean that.” She gasped as she gently tugged him away, her heart breaking at the sadness in his eyes as he looked down at her. “Ugh this is stupid we want you too.” She rolled her eyes as she surged forward pressing her lips to his again.

She couldn’t take anymore of this back and forth, tip toeing around the reality they all knew. She kissed him sweetly, letting him press her further back into the counter, his hands pressing hard bruises into her hips as he held her against him. His fingers sliding up beneath her shirt, fingers cold against her burning skin. “Mff-fuck, really?” He mumbled against her lips, unwilling to pull away.

Y/N nodded as she reached up to tangle her hands in his hair. “Y-yeah, Kirk, we can’t do this without him.” She gasped against him, her hips rolling upwards as she felt his growing erection pressing into her. She couldn’t believe this was happening, the feeling of his hands on her, the pressure of him between her legs. She had wanted this for so long. “O-oh fuck.” She gasped as his fingers pawed her breast through her bra.

“Yeah, yeah you’re right.” He groaned as he pulled away from her, a string of spit connecting their lips as they breathed heavily. Her hips were still pressed against him, his hand still beneath her shirt on her chest. Time seemed to stand still. As much as she wanted to let Kirk take her right there in the kitchen, her body longed for Jason too, she needed him here.

A sudden voice behind them caught their attention. “Don’t worry, I’m watching.” Y/N peaked from around Kirk’s shoulder, Jason standing lazily leaning against the wall, sleep still heavy in his eyes but a gentle smile on his face. “You guys suck at communicating.” He laughed as he ran a hand through his mussed curls. Y/N whimpered as Kirk's hips stuttered against her at the sound of Jason's rough groggy voice, her eyes locked onto Jason’s. “Seriously, probably should have talked about this beforehand.

Suddenly Jason was walking towards them, his lips heavy on Kirk’s neck as he pressed him further into Y/N, pushing her back against the counter. Kirk groaned “F-fuck, sorry Jase, I..” He shuddered as Jason’s hands pushed up underneath his shirt. His hand gripped tighter onto Y/N’s tit at the feeling.

“It’s okay, it doesn't matter how we got here.” Jason groaned against him, keeping his eye contact steady with Y/N, a small smile on his lips. It all felt surreal, she was floating in an endless void, her body tingling with overstimulation. “You wanna fuck her?” He asked Kirk lowly.

Y/N gasped as she heard the words leave Jason’s lips, filthier than she had expected right out of the gate. A wave of heat rushed through her core. “Wanna fuck both of you.” Kirk whined, desperate and needy. “Please, please I need it.” He shuddered at the feeling of both of them against his skin.

Jason was grasping Kirk by the hips pulling him back. “Bed, now, both of you.” He huffed with a grin. Y/N tripped over herself with the speed in which she grasped onto Kirk and Jason’s hands tugging them towards the room. Her hands were on Jason before they even stepped foot inside, her fingers pushing his shirt up off his head. “Fuck, slow down baby.” He laughed easily.

She gasped at the feeling of Kirk's hands on her hips once more, his fingers slipping into the waistband of her jeans and pushing them down. “Can’t slow down, wanted this for so long, please someone touch me.” She whined as they became a flurry of hands grasping and pulling at fabric and skin.

The air was cool against her skin as Jason pushed her naked body back against their bed, the mattress soft against her. “Fuck you’re so pretty.” Kirk groaned as he took in the sight of you, his hands desperately tugging down the zipper of his jeans. “Though about how cute your tits looked for years, so much better in reality.” His words left her soaked between her thighs, mouth parted and gasping for air already.

“She saved herself for you, wanna watch you fuck her first.” Jason said as he crawled on the bed behind her in nothing but his underwear. He positioned her so she was leaning back against his chest, her legs spread wide. Y/N blushed as Jason told Kirk that, embarrassment flushing her body. “Our good little girl is loyal isn’t she.” Jason murmured against her ear as he nipped at the skin of her neck.

Kirk’s eyes widened at that. “Fuck, seriously.” He was crawling in between her legs, his cock stiff and leaking already and Y/N couldn’t help but moan and nod. He was a little smaller than Jason, but thicker, the sight made her squirm. “Fuck, uh, condoms?” He asked nervously.

Shaking her head Y/N finally whimpered. “S-fine,” she sighed at the feeling of Jason’s hands coming around to massage her chest, his thumbs rolling over her hardened nipples. “O-on the pill, want you both to-” She couldn’t bring herself to say the last word as she tilted her head back into Jason’s chest.

The growl that left Kirk’s lips was something dark and primal as he knocked her legs open further with his knees, settling between them. His thumb came down to spread open her velvety folds and she jumped at the touch. “Fuck, all of you is so pretty.” He sighed as he slipped his fingers inside briefly. Her back arched up as Jason held her down. “So sensitive.” Kirk hummed.

“F-fuck stop teasing, please.” She moaned feeling entirely over stimulated with Jason’s hands tugging at her tits and Kirks fingers fucking into her agonizingly slow. She was so wet, the squelching sounds of him fucking her open made her ears burn. He pulled his fingers out, dripping in her juices and brought them to his lips. His tongue licking himself clean as he let out a shuddery moan.

Jason bit down on her shoulder from behind. “Fuck you two are so hot.” He mumbled into her skin. His hands left her chest, hiking her up a little higher he wrapped them underneath her thighs, holding them open for Kirk. “C'mon, I'm impatient.” He growled.

Kirk nodded as he pulled his fingers away from his mouth, gripping the base of his cock as he aligned it with her entrance. The first feeling of his head prodding her open had her writhing in Jason's hold, a string of mewls falling from her lips. “O-oh fuck, Y/N.” Kirk sighed as he sunk into her heat inch by inch. The feeling of his balls against her ass was heavy as he bottomed out inside her.

“Watch baby.” Jason murmured into her ear. “Watch him fuck you.” He nudged her head down to look between their bodies where Kirk’s cock was buried inside her. Her hands scrambled to hold onto something as she watched Kirk's hips pull back, the length of his cock shiny and slick before pistoning back into her.

A moan was forced from her lungs at the sharpness of it. Her fingers landed on Kirk's shoulders as she dug her nails into his skin. “Oh my fucking god.” She gasped, her body rocking as Kirk found a pace. “H-holy fuck.” She whimpered, head lolling to the side as she was fucked senseless.

Kirk's hands landed on her hips as he leaned up to press his lips to Jason’s. Y/N’s body sandwiched between them as their tongues pressed together lazily. Their moans were swallowed by each other. Y/N was practically bent in half, her knees pressed up towards her shoulders as Kirk relentlessly fucked her open.

He pulled back panting, dropping his head down to kiss her hungrily, the taste of Jason still on his tongue. “Fuck baby, I’m gonna-” He warned her as his thrusts picked up speed, becoming choppy and uncoordinated. His hand dropped down to her heat, thumb rolling over her sensitive clit. “W-want you to come with me.” He mumbled against her lips.

Her whole body was on fire at the stimulation, squirming under the feeling as the tension built in her stomach. She clung to him as his hips stuttered forward, his moan a sweet high pitched whimper. A warmth spread through her core as his thumb continued to work against her until she followed with her own release, bucking up into his hands. “F-fuck, I love you.” She gasped.

Kirk smiled down at her lazily as his hips slowed. “Mmm yeah I love you too Y/N.” The words slipped from them so easily it made her heart soar. She loved him, he loved them. He pulled his softening dick from her, the mixture of their cum slowly dripping between their thighs.

Jason moved from behind her, gentle as he lay her flat on the bed. Kirk shifted from between her thighs, laying beside her breathless and spent as Jason took his place. Y/N’s eyes went wide as Jason tugged his underwear down. “Oh fuck, please, need to breathe.” She gasped in a desperate plea for mercy.

“I think you can handle it baby.” He hummed as he pressed a sweet kiss to her cheek. “Wasn’t I so good waiting for you, don’t you want me to fuck Kirk’s come back into you?” He asked softly, brushing her hair out of her face as his cockhead teased against her sensitive hole.

She whined at the words, he had been so good, patient with her, never pushing her, god did she need him inside her, and now. “F-fuck, yes, please Jase.” She sighed tilting her head back against the bed. It was a mixture of cold and warm as he slowly fucked Kirk’s release back into her. She shivered and gasped. It made the slide easier, wet and sloppy as he moved against her slowly and with less urgency.

Kirk's fingers were on her cheek, tilting her head to the side so he could kiss her, swallowing all the little sounds being forced from her lips. They worked so well together, the three of them, moving together in almost a practiced synchronization. Jason’s whole body caged her in as he fucked her long and slow. Pulling back all the way to the tip before pushing back in again.

“Fuck, love you.” He growled above her, dropping his head to her shoulder as his core clenched, hsi thrusts tight and steady. “Love you both so much, so perfect for me.” He huffed against her skin. Kirk leaned up on his elbows to press a kiss to Jason’s neck, sucking and nipping at the skin gently.

They became a pile of limbs, soft moans filling the room and they couldn’t tell who was who. Jason pushed in with one last languid thrust as he choked out a guttural noise. His cock twitched inside her as he filled her with more sticky warmth. He pulled out to flop beside her on the other side of the bed.

All three of them lay, trying to regulate their breathing, chests heaving, covered in a thin sheen of sweat and other bodily fluids. “I can't believe that just happened.” Y/N gasped. “Been fucking pining after the idea of the three of us for so long it feels surreal.”

Kirk chuckled beside her softly. “Between the three of us there's not a single smart person here.” He hummed. “You figure someone would have said something by now.” He sighed as he rolled over. “Well I guess two of us figured it out first.” He smiled lazily at them.

“Two for three? I think that's a pass.” Jason joked as he tugged Y/N against his side and tugged Kirk closer. “It’s not always going to be this easy you know?” His fingers tangled in a lock of Kirk's hair, twirling it idly. Kirk shifted closer pressing into the other side of Y/N so he could hold them both. “There's a lot of shit to discuss.”

Y/N frowned as she curled into Kirk's chest, pressing her back to Jason. “We’ll make it work I think.” She sighed as she felt Jason's arm wrap around her waist. “We have to, it’s the three of us vs. the world.” Her voice was filled with an earnest sincerity. “I want this, us, everything.”

“We can figure it out in the morning.” Kirk yawned. “ I think we have all the time in the world to figure us out.” He traced patterns against the side of her hip bone. “It only took four years to get here, what's a couple more to iron out the kinks.”

Jason mumbled softly in agreement, “In the morning,” The exhaustion prevalent in his voice and the way his body rested heavily beside her. A mixture of the late hour and the relief that came with the activities in the night.

“We’re three for three now, let's keep it that way.” Y/N sighed as she was enveloped by the two boys who meant most to her in the world. Her comfort, her home. The reason she was standing today. Picked her up from her darkest points, brushed her off and loved her all the same. She could handle anything that was to come from this as long as they were with her.

Every hardship, every fleeting moment that never worked out, It all unraveled to right her right now. It was never meant to be just two of them in any combination, they needed every piece of the puzzle. Destiny was real, Y/N decided, and it led her to that tour bus four years ago, to Kirk, to Jason. This was it, this was her everything.