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hanshikha-life · 1 year

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My Trip to the Duck-ies

It was a lovely day in the month of July. The scorching heat filled the school grounds and the air

coolers ran tirelessly; the day went prolonging for which seemed like eternity. Well, I guess

Wednesdays are always too long! As a student I normally am very attentive in my class and try

to participate in the conversations actively. Most of the time I admire what my teacher teaches

me. I am a communicative person and hence admire anything to do with communication. To this

it becomes obvious that I enjoy my English classes. However boring something may be there is

always a positive in it. To Wednesdays my positives are the two English classes. They seem like

two leaves on a deep pond. Today’s English class was all the more fun because of the two

funny events that laid like two eyeballs of two very expressive eyes. It was around eight forty

five am in the morning and I was all ready for my classes to begin. I waited with my eyes

popped out to see which period it was. Normally, the first period is mostly Math or Business so I

did not really expect much of it. However, my fate had different plans for me. I had English

today, that too two periods of English. I was delighted to know this when I got carried away by

some silly conversation happening in class. In a while all the chaos was sorted and we got back

to our seats. The bell rang and class had begun flawlessly. The teacher came into class and

casually went about the literature. She shared some of her very own experiences which I often

listen very attentively to. As I enjoyed my time at class I sat down writing a story. I carefully

worked in perfect synchronization that I was lost in my very own world. Once I was done I

handed it over to my teacher requesting her to correct my mistakes if there were any. As she

went through my work I sat staring at the time table jotted neatly on the clean black board.

Realizing what I was doing, my teacher informed me that there was no Chemistry class today as

Sir was not keeping very well. Seconds after she delivered this message there was a faint

sense of joy around the class. Now comes the first interesting part!

Trip One

Suddenly, my teacher said, “ Oh! Chemistry class! Go and order grade 11 to read five chapters

of the book ‘The life of Pi (π)’ be very stern and loud”. “EEee! This sounds like an interesting job

I also want to come” shrieked my classmate. So, it was decided. It was me and my classmate

tagged along to the room of the ducks ‘Quack Quack’! We sprinted across the long broad

corridors and planned our parts as to who was going to deliver which part of the message. I

giggled all through the staircase and took a deep breath before I knocked on the door. I was a

little nervous and scared to go to the class. Not because my seniors were scary or something.

To be honest they are the sweetest and most inspiring people in our school. Although they are

really awesome, I still felt that way. I opened the door and said excuse me just in case there was

a teacher. When I looked into the class I was up for a surprise, I had to look around that big of a

classroom at an angle of three sixty degrees only to find all four of them sitting in a corner and

doing something I don’t even know. I just said, “Please complete five chapters of the book ‘The

life of Pi’”. I did not make any eye contact and ran back up to my class!

Once we were quite far from the class we looked at each other and started laughing. The

seniors' expression was soo blank we could barely work out which one of them said “okay” for

what we told them. We quickly wrapped up and jogged our way to class, avoiding any

embarrassment in the middle of the corridor.

After this the day continued to sag again:). I had breaked for snacks, soon after I enjoyed my

tasty delight! I sat through all sorts of tedious classes understanding advanced concepts and

interpreting logical information. I solved complex problems and played extensive games. I was

just enjoying myself thoroughly. I can still remember that we solved around one hundred

problems that day! Then I had my delicious lunch packed by my mother with fries for extra joy!

In no time it was the English period again. I was looking forward to what we were going to do

this time. I was ready for some more adventure. I grabbed my thin English book out of my huge,

heavy bag and flipped through the pages. I was going to do a vocabulary activity because of

which I was scrolling through my teacher’s ‘One Plus’(a brand name) phone. When all this was

happening my teacher was telling me about the Hiku(a 3 line poem) and Limerick(a 5 line poem)

the 11th grade ducks wrote. By the way, if you were wondering why I was referring to them as

ducks; their class name is ducks that is why! She was telling me how they made it a mummy

poem and a baby poem. Meanwhile, another classmate of mine asked my teacher, “ Ma’am,

when is the due date for this writing task?”. To this my teacher replied, “Tomorrow. If tomorrow

ever comes…Oh that’s a book! Hanshikha, that’s a book with one of the ducks, go bring it from

him!”. I looked funny as I tried to process the whole scene. “I’m tagging along”, said my

classmate. “And don’t forget to give a nasty look at the poem chart” exclaimed my teacher “Be

very firm”. “If tomorrow never comes?!” I clarified. “If tomorrow comes! If you say if tomorrow

never comes he’ll probably say “hey what, go back to class”” said my teacher smiling. At this I

burst out laughing as I went all the way to 11th grade another time!

Trip Two

Now, I was laughing uncontrollably for some reason I myself did not know. I took breaks in

between the steps asking my classmate to let me calm down. Before I knew it I was already in

front of their door. It was time for the session to repeat! I went inside to find out they were

attending Math class. It was now my classmate's turn. She said, “Do you guys have a book

called If Tomorrow Comes?”.She made it really stern, in fact she did a better job than me. Mostly

because she did not know them. My senior replied, “Oh yeah! I have it but it’s at home”. “You

don’t have it?” I asked, trying to be as stern as possible but still laughing. “Okay, bring it

tomorrow.” I said. Then my classmate gave a very, very nasty look at the poem chart and we ran

off without even thinking about looking at their faces. I barged into class and told Ma’am that the mission was complete!

The Next Day

The following day my teacher came to our class and told me, “Mission success!! I spoke to your

senior today. He mentioned referring to your classmate that she was soo intimidating, so

dominating, it seems he got scared. I said that the girls were following my command” I laughed!

I thought he’d understand by my sudden change of character that I was not being myself, but I

am still happy that he got scared!

This was my hilarious experience with my duck-y seniors!

Wonder why “Duck-y”? Because they are ducks and always very lucky!

#seniors #school #humor #happy #funny #prank

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btsslowburnfic · 4 years

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The Arrangement Ch 17

Story summary: Desperately in need of money, you answered the questionable ad. AKA-Arranged marriage AU featuring Y/N and Yoongi

Chapter Summary: Part one of the photoshoot

Previous Chapter here

The work week proceeded as normal. Well, what had become normal. Delivering coffee and reminding Yoongi to eat, answering emails, trying to figure out which meetings Yoongi actually needed to go to and which ones were a waste of time. Of course you always went to the meetings, and holy shit you couldn’t believe the topics couldn’t have been discussed via email. You were looking forward to this particular day because you got to go visit Hoseok in the style department and Jimin had decided he was tagging along “for funsies.”

Yoongi was supposed to go and get measured and try on clothes for his photoshoot. When you reminded him that morning he laughed at you, “Uh no. Hoseok knows what size I wear. He can figure it out. Go look at the clothes and I might try some of them on tonight.”

You and Jimin met up for lunch and then headed up to the styling department.

“I’m excited. I’ve never been to a photoshoot before.” You said bouncing up and down in the elevator.

“Yeah, they’re pretty boring actually. Like if it’s with some of the hotter models it’s a little fun for the eye candy, but then you feel bad for them because they have to sit for so long making awkward faces. They are constantly getting their make-up and hair touched up. Touch base with craft services to make sure there’s plenty of water. The lights are bright.”

You took out your phone, “Oh thanks. I wouldn’t have even thought about that. Any other tips?”

“It’s Yoongi. It won’t take as long as it does with the other people. He’ll show up, do it, and leave. JK and Tae, especially Tae, want to chat with everyone on set and if they are together it takes foreeeeevvvveeeeeerrrrr.”

“Huh, ok. Thanks.” The two of you arrived at JHOPE Fashion and walked through the rainbow vomit doors.

Hoseok was wearing glasses with yellow lenses today, which made his dramatic facial expressions stand out even more. He immediately rolled his eyes. He pointed to you. “You are not Yoongi.” He pointed to Jimin. “And you are not Yoongi.” He put his hands on his hips. “So why are the two of you here?”

“I’m sure you can guess why.” You responded dryly.

“Ugh. That ungrateful man. I had lovingly hand stitched these pieces. For him. These patches...” Hoseok pressed his fingers together as though he was praying. “Fine. Fine. You. Y/N. Come. You. Jimin. Wait right there.”

Jimin’s eyes went wide. “Me? Why do I have to wait here?”

Hoseok turned from where he had started to walk towards the back. “You will thank me in a minute. A certain someone is coming to get his fitting in a few minutes.” He raised an eyebrow and then turned around, his heels clacking against the red tile floor.

Jimin started to blush profusely and before you could ask, Hobi interrupted, “Come new girl. We have work to do especially if that boss of yours refuses to come here and experience these magnificent beauties for himself.”

You followed him through the large door, which led to lime green hallways and then to a quiet, more muted workspace. The walls were lined with fabric bolsters, the middle tables with ribbon, thread, patches, paint. Paint?

Hoseok sat down. “From what I understand, this album will have an acoustic feel to it versus his previous albums. For that reason I have chosen these natural materials such as cotton, linen, and denim.” He spread out several pieces onto the large table. “I have also opted for a more neutral pallet, as much as it hurts my soul. I have chosen colors found in nature. I have chosen brightly colored accessories such as these silks to stand in contrast with the stiff fabric and more neutral colors he will be wearing. Additionally, I avoided black. We’ll see if he notices.”

You watched as he draped the red and purple silks over the top of the clothes. For whatever reason, you found it mesmerizing watching the fabric juxtapositioned in such a way. “It’s so cool to hear you tell a story just using clothes.” You said, somewhat enchanted.

Hoseok flicked his eyes up to you, “Thank you. That is what I try to do with my collections. Everyone’s outfit tells a story, even if they don’t mean for it to. May I?” He asked, stepping back and gesturing at you.

“Oh man. You know I don’t dresses fancy--”

“Shhhh you don’t tell me.” He looked at your outfit. You had opted for an Aline skirt and blouse with a casual blazer. “You had meetings this morning, that’s obvious by the jacket. You usually dress cuter. Which means you are either sick or not feeling great. You look fine. So I’m guessing...you are on your period. Sorry, this just comes out, I can’t stop it,” he paused for a moment as your jaw dropped open slightly. He stepped closer, inspecting the shoulders of your jacket. “The blazer is at least ten years old but you shouldn’t have had a blazer ten years ago unless it was for your school uniform and that isn’t a school jacket. Which means it probably belonged to an older sister or aunt. You are very responsible and well organized otherwise you wouldn't be Yoongi’s assistant. Therefore you are most likely the oldest or only child so that is your aunt’s jacket. Your blouse is nice. You actually like it, you’ve worn it twice in the week you’ve been working here. You bought it at a thrift store. You don’t spend a lot of money on yourself, but you are very confident. Therefore, it’s not that you don’t think you deserve nice things, it’s just that you can’t afford them so you likely grew up poor and it has continued into your adulthood.”

“Holy shit. You should be a detective.” You said to him.

“The shoes, I gave you last week. They don’t have a story yet, other than a very good -looking man in a suit helped you out because Jimin said you were a nice girl. You wear zero accessories which shows a lack of both funds and sentimentality. Most people have at least one piece of jewelry that means something to them, but if you have one, you don’t wear it.” He smiled at you, his white teeth gleaming. “ Now, how much am I right about?” He crossed his hands in front of his chest.

You clapped your hands as though you were in an audience. “All of it. Although I am still weirded out that you know I’m on my period. Next time I’m going to wear something skin tight to throw you off.” You joked.

“Well,” he started, “At least now that you work here you don’t have to worry as much right?”

Given the shitshow you went through this weekend you weren’t sure about that, but you shrugged, “It definitely pays better. And money doesn’t buy happiness, but it sure helps make some things less hard.” You gestured to the pile of fabric on the table, “So...what do I do? Take these clothes with me for Yoongi to try on or will they be at the photoshoot tomorrow? Do I need to bring them to the photoshoot?”

Hoseok sighed dramatically, “I could dress Yoongi drunk, in my sleep. He can just show up tomorrow and I will dress him then. My staff will make sure the clothes and accessories are at the photoshoot. Here,” He walked over to one of the garment racks. “More clothes for you. I know you have a big closet. And if you run out of space, just take Yoongi’s, he only wears like three things despite my best efforts.”

You laughed, “Yeah, you’re not kidding. Ok thanks,” You took the clothing. “I appreciate it.”

“It’s no trouble. Feel free to see yourself out, I’ll see you tomorrow. Oh and please make sure the catering has strawberries.”

“Strawberries? Got it.” You were learning so much today.

You exited the backroom and saw Jimin over near one of the pedestals. He was chatting with JK who was getting fitted with a corset. What an itty bitty waist, you admired. The two of them seemed to be having a good time and you had a new list of things to do so you waved at Jimin and headed to 1802 to drop off your new clothes. You had forgotten Hoseok knew you lived with Yoongi. The week had flown by.

You sent a text message to Jiwoo asking if you could stop by her desk and ask her a few questions to make sure everything was set up for tomorrow and then stopped by the apartment.

You conferred with her and learned how to navigate catering requests via the company website; apparently it wasn’t available on the app, good to know. you felt much better about the shoot tomorrow but still nervous and excited.

You knocked on the door to Genius Lab. No answer. Never any answer. You typed the code in and saw Yoongi wearing his headphones, lost in his own world. He had told you to just wait on the sofa when this was the case and that he would eventually notice you. Normally the smell of coffee was what alerted him to your presence, but you had come empty handed today. You sat down on the couch and took out your phone.

YN: I don’t mean to alarm you. But there’s something behind you.

You saw his phone light up. He ignored it for a minute, presumably to finish listening to a song, and then picked it up. You heard him laugh and take off his headphones. “You are the worst.” He spun around.

“So mean. Hey. Tomorrow is my first photoshoot. I checked on the outfits for you. By the way, Hoseok is like Sherlock Holmes with clothing. I learned I’m supposed to contact catering, I have hair and make-up requests in. Do I need to do anything else?”

Yoongi thought for a minute. He never really participated in that side of the photoshoot, now that he reflected on it. He walked his way through a day on set. “No. The changing rooms and photography are handled by other departments. Check with Jiwoo or Jimin, they’ve both set up a shoot before.”

“I did. I’m getting ready to send in the last food request. Any requests?”

“Mandarins. I don’t like to eat a lot on set because I don’t want stuff getting stuck in my teeth.”

“That makes sense. Ok. I’ll let you get back to it then.” You got up and stretched.

“Tomorrow will go fine. If you forgot anything, it will be somewhere in this building.” He reassured you.

“That makes me feel a lot better.” You said honestly. “Alright, I’ll see you around.”

“Later.”

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The next day arrived with Yoongi heading off to the hair and make-up department and you heading to the 11th floor to see what the photo set up looked like. You exited the elevator. Man your hands were sweaty, you followed the sounds of voices and made your way to the shooting location. The lighting crew was checking their overheads, a stand-in was posing on the various props they had set out. It looked as though there were three separate “areas” for shooting photos. One area had a large white couch, complete with coffee table, rubber plant, magazines. The whole set up designed to look like a living room. A second space was a blue sheet with a white background. The third space was a kitchen, complete with an island, stovetop, and refrigerator. Holy moly this space was huge. You marveled at it.

“Hello, can I help you?” An older man walked over.

“Oh hi, I’m YLN. Yoongi’s assistant. I was stopping by to check the set up. It looks incredible.”

“Thank you. Yes. Here, let me walk you through it.”

You received a tour of the set and also an overview of the order of shooting. You also found out that next week, weather permitting, there would be a second shooting at the park across the street. You got catering checked in, or at least pointed to the table and felt like you did a thing. The same happened when the clothing team showed up. You pointed to dressing rooms and the vanity where the accessories trunk should go. You were thankful no one had asked you any questions so far. This was a steep learning curve. You had hoped someone you knew might be here today to help ease your nerves, but so far, it was all new faces.

Finally, you saw one familiar face. Alice walked in, carrying a small case with her. You waved.

“Hey! It’s nice to see you again.” She said. “I had no idea you were Yoongi’s assistant until today.”

“Oh, yeah. I guess I didn’t mention that. I was so overwhelmed that first day,” you smiled.

“No worries. He was just telling me and Bongcha that he had an assistant now. He’s almost done. His make-up is setting. I’m on hair today which isn’t my strong suit, but it’s not like he’s needing a fancy up-do or anything and it’s good for me to practice.”

“Ok great. This is my first time at a photoshoot, so if there’s something I’m supposed to be doing but I’m not, can you let me know?” You confided in her.

“Absolutely. It looks like most of the stuff is set up how it usually is. Just remember,” she got closer to you and spoke quieter, “You are Yoongi’s assistant. Some of these people, especially these older guys will try to get you to do stuff like get their coffee, grab them snacks. That is not your job. It’s not by job. If they have an assistant, it’s their job.”

“I knew I liked you when we first met,” you smiled at her. “Thanks for the heads up.”

“Anytime Unnie.”

She walked over and took out her hair tools and placed them on the table reserved for hair and make-up. A few minutes later you saw Yoongi walk in wearing a black shirt and grey sweats. His face looked even more beautiful than normal. Next to him was a petite girl with long black hair pulled up into a ponytail, dragging a make-up train behind her. Yoongi looked around for a second, and then locked eyes with you. You saw the tiniest smile threaten to come out as he walked over.

“Hey. Everything here looks good.” He gestured to the room.

“Thanks. I didn’t do most of it, I just pointed and people seemed to know what to do already. Your face looks good.”

Yoongi chuckled, “You can thank Bongcha for that. Bongcha, this is YN.”

Bongcha stuck out her hand, “Hi. Nice to meet you. I’ve heard so much about you.”

“Nice to meet you as well. You do good work. I give his face a 10/10. Highly recommend.”

“Well, it’s easy when you have such a great model to start with,” She smiled while looking up at Yoongi.

Yoongi had started to blush between the pair of compliments. “Is Hoseok here yet?”

“No not yet.” You took out your phone to see if you had any messages from Hoseok. Nope. You looked back up, “Bongcha, I’m sure you already know, but the make-up table is over there. Alice is setting up right now.”

“Great, thanks!” She headed over, her shiny hair swishing behind her.

Speak of the devil in blue himself, Hoseok strutted in at that exact moment wearing an electric blue suit. His crisp white shirt underneath popped beneath the jacket, and his pocket square had little sunshines on it.

“Wow. You look like the sky.” You said before you could help it.

“Thank you. Indeed. It was my inspiration today. It’s a crime to be indoors beneath these artificial lights on such a beautiful day. Oh well. It can’t be helped.” He laid eyes on Yoongi, like a predator gazing on its prey, “Yoongi. Baby. Come.”

Yoongi scrunched his face. “Don’t call me baby. If you miss the sunlight so much, leave. I know how to dress myself.”

“Don’t be ridiculous, you don't know which pieces go together.” Hoseok grabbed Yoongi by the shoulders and started leading him over to the clothing section, leaving you to laugh at the pair of them. You went over to the table you had set up for yourself between make-up and the food. You had printed off several lists that morning to help you stay focused. You checked off several action items. Satisfied, you sat your clipboard down and looked around. It was a well-oiled machine for sure. You walked over to the hair and make-up table. “Hey ladies.”

“Hey! Have you two met yet?” Alice asked, referring to Bongcha.

“Yep, we just did.” Bongcha confirmed, putting on her make-up apron and filling it with various powders and brushes.

“Ooooo we should do a make-up party sometime.” Alice squealed. “We try to do it with all the new girls. And since Yoongi is” she hushed her voice again “One of our favorites. We have to take care of his assistant.”

You smiled, “Sure. That sounds nice. Excuse me.” You decided to go see how the clothes were going.

“Yes. Yoongi’s assistant. So glad you’re here.” Hoseok turned to you.

“She has a name, it’s YN.” You heard Yoongi say from behind the curtain.

“Yes yes. I know. We talked yesterday, remember? At that meeting I scheduled for me and you that you did not come to. Anyways, here. The outfits are now coordinated. They have tags on them corresponding to their accessory in the accessory trunk. Some pieces have more than one option that the Director of Photography and Yoongi will decide on. Got it?”

You looked over the set up. It seemed simple enough since Hoseok had organized it so well .”Yep. You going out to enjoy the sunshine?”

“Honey, I am the sunshine. I’m off to get laid after having to deal with this cloudy baby.” He gestured to the changing room.

“Don’t call me baby.” Yoongi shouted from behind the curtain. You just laughed as Hoseok turned around and left. You waited for a few minutes.

“You ok in there? Need me to come help you put your pants on?” You teased.

“Not necessary.” Yoongi slid open the curtain. Why was everyone teasing him today? He pouted without thinking about it.

You walked over, straightening the collar of his shirt “Hey now, you can’t go around pouting like a baby and not expect people to call you one. Here,” you handed him a mandarin. He scowled at you as he took it. “Such a pretty face” You laughed.

“Yeah whatever. I can eat this while they set up the white meter. You should be fine to just hang around at this point.”

“Alright. Sounds good.” The two of you walked over to the main part of the set where the Director gave Yoongi instructions about where to sit as they practiced the blocking and softbox placement.

“Oh my god he looks so good eating that tangerine.” You overheard. Your eyes bugged out slightly and you turned around. A group of women from the photography team were looking at the images to check the saturation and focus, as well as apparently the model. Damn. NEXT CHAPTER

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thran-duils · 3 years

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Thran-duils’ heavily encouraged dark!character writing challenge

I’ve wanted to host a writing/prompt challenge for a long time but I’ve always been too nervous (it’s a perpetual thing lmao). Well, I am taking the dive! Rules and all the information below the cut!

Credit to @santacarlahorrorshow for the lovely header! <3

RULES

1. This challenge is 18+. Seriously, don’t be a dick and ignore this rule.

2. Following that, all characters and reader insert are to be 18+

3. I really, really, really encourage dark!characters or dark!reader or both (soft!dark, dark, heavy!dark) for this but they do not have to be if that makes you uncomfortable. A lot of these prompts are going to be leaning towards dark but there are ways to not utilize them that way I’m sure!

4. These fics are to be reader insert.

5. Fandoms accepted are: Supernatural, Marvel, The Walking Dead, and Lord of the Rings verse (I’m begging for some Thranduil here lmao no shame).

6. All characters welcome! But please do not use real life actors for this!

7. Please do not write beastiality. That’s really the only thing I’m gonna be like “plz don’t” kink about.

8. The fics for this must be new, not adding to an already existing story. They can be drabbles, one shots, or a starting chapter for a new series.

9. I went back and forth about this but I think I am not going to put a limit on how many people can choose a prompt. This may come back to backfire on me but one prompt just might be popular and it would be fun to see what variations can come from it!

10. Send me an ask with your prompt you would like and character/s. I will tag you next to the prompt.

11. If you need to back out of the challenge, send me a DM and I will remove you. Things happen!

12. Make sure to tag your fics appropriately if they are dark! Not only does this help people avoid triggers but also you’ve done your due diligence to tell people to gtfo and if they don’t, well, then that’s on them.

13. You do not need to be following me to participate!

14. Please tag the fics as #thranduilswritingchallenge and also tag me to make sure I see it!

15. For lyrics and quotes, please use them in the fic! If there’s breaks in the lyric, feel free to break it up in the fic though. Situations are for encouragement. I did edit one lyric, Olivia O’Brien. I put the songs next to the lyrics in case you want to listen to the song.

16. The deadline for this challenge is September 4, 2021. I will make a masterpost and I will post it either 9/5 or 9/6!

Lyric Prompts

01. “You right, I got my guy. But I, I can’t help it, I want you” (You Right by Doja Cat)

02. “Good girls don’t cry and good girls don’t lie” (Good Girls by CHVRCHES)

03. “But you keep breaking me apart” (Fabric by Half Waif)

04. “Dance like you’re not a liar” (Last Night of an Empire by Imogen Heap) 05. “Two nights in a row, now I know that it’s broken” (Two Nights by Lykke Li) 06. “I want my ring back, baby, that’s a diamond” (Violent by carolesdaughter) 07. “I’ll show you how revenge can taste so sweet” (King by Lilith Czar) 08. “It’s certified, I’m not the nice one” (The Devil by Banks) 09. “Learn to take a hint. I thought I fucking told [you]” (No More Friends by Olivia O’Brien) 10. “What have you been doing? Don’t forget I am your home” (Purge the Poison by MARINA) --> @phantomwarrior12 (Dark!Gabriel) 11. “If I ever gave you a good reason to say goodbye I would regret it” (Getaway by VINCINT) 12. “Find your way back to my bed again” (Tulsa Jesus Freak by Lana Del Rey)

13. “Stop defending me, we’ll go down together” (Night Sway by Dance Gavin Dance)

14. “Don’t apologize for things you really felt” (Love Somebody Else by lovelytheband)

15. “Feeling stuck is fucking up my sanity” (All Your Love by Sir Sly)

16. “You’re so perfect from the outside. I stalked and studied away” (Who I Am by Code Orange)

17. “I used to know you. I never got you back” (Sideways by The Anix)

18. “You show up when I’m all alone” (Numb by Kiiara)

19. “Look out the window, see what you could’ve had” (Weird Leisure by Biffy Clyro)

20. “I hope that I mean it. Doubt it, right? Yeah, so do I” (AWOL by Every Time I Die)

Quote Prompts

01. “Hold out your tongue.”

02. “Can you keep a secret?”

03. “Temper, temper…”

04. “I don’t really feel like fighting.”

05. “Loving you was the most exquisite form of self destruction.” – David Jones

06. “Why are there weapons in my bathroom?”

07. “Go to hell!” “And leave you here all alone?”

08. “I love you.” “Don’t do that to yourself.”

09. “Here. Hold my morals.” --> @shadowshamrock (Dark!Sam Winchester)

10. “Hungry dogs are never loyal.” --> @mdemontespan1667 (Dark!Jake Jensen)

11. “The girl I’ve heard so much about.”

12. “I was protecting you!”

13. “Just because you’re speaking in a different language doesn’t mean I don’t know you’re cursing me out.”

14. “Oh, don’t blame them. They did their best to try to kill me.”

15. “I don’t know how I would survive without you.”

16. “The whole world thinks you’re dead.”

17. “I wanted to see how you are doing.”

18. “How do we keep getting into these situations?”

19. “You stay awake, do you hear me?”

20. “I’ll hunt you down if I have to.”

21. “Do we have to do this game all over again?”

22. “I said I would be here when you need it.” ( @dollslayer -- Dark!Steve Rogers)

23. “You’re quite possibly the worst liar on Earth.”

25. “What is so urgent that you had to wake me up at 2:30am?”

26. “You know if you had just listened to me, we wouldn’t be in this situation!”

27. “Could you stop being an asshole for just a moment?”

Situation prompts

01. Reader accidentally stumbles upon character burying body and is kidnapped to keep them from talking.

02. Dom!Reader denies character multiple orgasms

03. Reader is a hired assassin and does not expect their target to thwart them with their own skills.

04. Reader and character stranded on the side of the road, night is coming.

05. Reader is ignoring character’s advances and character decides to break into their home to set up a romantic dinner.

06. Winter vacation with reader and character.

07. Mutual masturbation

08. Stormy night and the power goes out. Reader and character find a way to entertain themselves.

09. Reader keeps finding things missing from their apartment and eventually finds out who is taking them.

10. Reader and/or character are in an established relationship with someone else. Unfortunately for them, sex pollen gets in the mix. And oops, one of them let it out on purpose!

11. Reader is a in a dom/sub relationship with character. Ignores dom’s orders to not go out for the night and faces the punishment when they come home.

12. Uniform change turns into something naughty.

13. Reader runs into character, who happens to be their ex that they ghosted.

14. College AU where Reader is an RA and one of their residents is hell bent on getting them to break the rules.

15. Reader goes to the cops with evidence that character is stalking them.

16. Reader being hunted by character (or even more fun, characters!).

17. Pregnant sex

Remember to have fun!!!

Tagging some people who may be interested in participating (please do not feel obligated!!): @sherrybaby14 @shadowshamrock @greenappleeyes @mcudarklibrary @mcnegan @afanofmanystuffs

#writing challenge #dark marvel #dark twd #dark spn #dark supernatural #dark fics #prompt challenge #thranduilswritingchallenge #dark marvel fic

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ververa · 4 years

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Like Mothers, Like Daughter

A/N: You have no idea how nervous I am right now, but I said I’ll post the first part, so I’m keeping my word, even though I feel like it’s not good enough. It has been rewritten at least 10 times and this is only some kind of introduction. For now it’s just my precious little Ellie. There’s no Mildred and no Wilhemina yet. But they’ll appear soon, I promise. Just bear with me, please 🙏🏼 Many thanks to @awildgothappeared!!! Thank you so much for helping me with this series and thank you for convincing me to post this part!!! I’d probably never decide to do it if it hadn’t been for you Stevie <3 This story truly means a lot to me and all three of them - Ellie, Millie and Mina have a special place in my heart. They’re my new holy trinity. I put a lot of effort into this story - that’s why it’s taking me so long.

Anyways, I hope you will all enjoy it!!! And just in case, I am sorry if this is shit, cause I actually sort of feel like it is 🙈 Also if anyone has any thoughts/suggestions/opinions do let me know!

Words count: ~3k

Tag list: @midnight-lestrange, @natasha-danvers, @stopkillinglilyrabe, @welshdragonrawr, @saucy-sapphic, @yang12e, @xixxiixx, @pradababey

Seemingly nothing had changed. Life was going on as it used to before, its usual way. Some governess would wake Ellie up at 7am, it wouldn’t be the same one who was there the previous evening. No, because for some reason the former one wasn’t suitable for the position. None of them were, because it was truly impossible to measure up to Mrs Staple’s expectations. Ellie knew, because she had been trying to ever since she had learned to speak. It didn’t matter how many languages she mastered or how good her grades were or that she became a champion of the fencing team. The woman, she was supposed to call her mother, would never be satisfied, the same as she would never be happy with the work all those governesses did. Some of them were fired, because they truly were useless, others were just unlucky and had a horrible timing - it really was an unpleasant experience to get in a way of annoyed Mrs Staple‒

Ellie stopped getting attached to them a long time ago. Not that she actually had a chance to. In fact, she didn’t even bother to remember their names any more and decided to give them numbers instead. Though sometimes, she did wonder where they find all of them. How many well-qualified governesses could be there in town? Where did they all come from?

That morning, the governess was bearing a name “241”. Quite impressive. Ellie thought as she was brushing her teeth. But it wouldn't last for too long. Perhaps it was only until the evening or maybe afternoon - depending on Lillian’s mood. And then the poor woman would have to leave, quicker than she appeared, just like 240 other women before her. That's how it worked with her mother. The demonic, callous woman really knew no limits.

Ellie was barely twelve, yet she was well aware what motives drove her mother's behavior. Each action had a perfectly explainable reason. The desire for power, the need of being in control. Though, the truth was, Lillian wasn't in a place to be a decision making one. She had never actually had a say and she knew, for a fact, that she would never have. She wasn't even close to it. She wasn't Staple, not by blood. And yet, despite this, she always introduced herself using her husband's family name - being boastful and vain as ever, nearly driving her only child apoplectic each time.

Lillian wanted to matter so badly, even if just for a moment, but still her actions, words, commands meant less than nothing. Even Ellie, though still a child, had more power than the cruel woman. And that's why Lillian hated her. She hated her only daughter, because Ellie was born Staple, she was born to the purple and carried an incredible power within her small body–

And all that appeared to be a good enough reason to terrorize 240 babysitters, who would not be needed at all if Lillian could just bring herself to care about her only child in the first place. But she couldn't and she didn't. She never wanted to have children, definitely not a girl. Maybe a son. Maybe–

If Ellie was a boy… maybe she'd be able to care, to love her child. But even then it wouldn't be the unconditional type of love. It would be yet another transaction, the tying agreement, which would, of course, be in her interest. Just like her marriage and all the relations within the family. But Ellie wasn't a boy and she didn't matter as much as a male successor would and so Lillian didn't care. She did what was expected of her, she gave birth to the next successor, and that was it. All she was willing to do and there was no way she'd put any more effort into it. She gave her husband what he wanted and was the least bit interested in her child's future. Lillian was too selfish to care, too busy fighting for her own position to even think about Elizabeth.

Ellie's father always told her that everyone had a little bit of the light and dark in them. People were complex like a cosmic system, both inside and outside. She liked that comparison.

"None of us are just black or white, or always right and never wrong. We have a universe within ourselves. We all have a little bit of the sun and moon inside. Everyone has good and bad forces working with them, within them and against them"

She believed it, but as much as she tried - she couldn't find any kind of light within her mother. There was nothing, just coldness and hatred - guiding her through life, leaving her blind to everything, but her selfish needs and whims.

"Elizabeth," her teacher's voice would bring her back to reality. And the day would carry on, as usual.

Ellie would participate in her classes and then have lunch downstairs. She would eat alone, as her father would be still at work and Lillian wouldn’t even bother to join the girl, preferring her own company over watching her little defeater, a perfect copy of her husband. Or maybe if they were lucky enough, the governess would keep her company. Though even if she would, even if somehow lady “241” would manage to keep her position and call it a day - Ellie probably wouldn’t decide to talk to her anyways. Why would she, knowing that the woman would soon disappear from her life forever?

But Ellie didn’t mind being on her own at all. She already got used to it. She had been a homeschooler since… always. She had been under lock and key her whole life, because that was their way of keeping her safe. That’s what they told her at least and she accepted it. That was the only way of living Ellie knew and she completely settled into it. She didn't ask, she didn't question their motives. She let it be, because there was nothing she could do. She didn't want to do anything.

She liked her life, well, she thought so leastways. She had nothing to complain about. She was safe, warm, had her books and her piano. Her teacher, constantly-changing governesses and servants provided some kind of company - preventing her from loosening her grip on reality completely. Her life wasn’t all that bad. Yes. It could have been worse after all. And homeschooling wasn’t the end of the world, right? It had both positive and negative sides, as everything - just like her father said. And that’s what Ellie was focused on.

After lunch her lessons would continue. The teacher would ask about some mathematical equations and she would solve all of them, before unerringly answering all subsequent questions. Ellie was a clever child and a fast learner. She was also stubborn and aimed at mastering whatever she wanted to perfection. She had to be good enough, she had to measure up, prove herself. And she was doing her best, steadfastly.

Everyone was foretelling her a bright future. She could do anything she wanted, those who didn’t know certain things were convinced of it. And those who knew the truth, the reality, the true meaning hidden behind the Staple’s name and the family roots - remained silent. Ellie was only a child after all, besides no one wanted to have a problem with her father, or even worse - with her grandfather. But they didn’t need to talk about it. Ellie, as a highly intelligent girl that she undoubtedly was, knew. She knew her future was doomed, because she was a prisoner, just like her father and grandfather, even her mother and the rest of the family. They were all prisoners, shackled with invisible cuffs - the life-long deal their ancestors had made ages before. They were prisoners to the nonreversible decision.

It may seem quite dramatic, sad even to some people, but they didn’t understand it. They never cared enough to comprehend the deep meaning behind the family’s actions, perhaps too ignorant or narrow-minded to decipher it. But they didn’t matter. Their opinions were irrelevant.

Ellie never had a problem with that. She never truly allowed herself to think about the future, but she didn’t need to worry, not just yet. She had her father - her guardian and friend - who was there to keep her safe. He always knew how to make everything better. How to fix what appeared to be unfixable. And he was there at all times. He was there to hold his little girl, the apple of his eye. He was there to teach her and guide her. To grant Ellie the love and approval she couldn’t receive from Lillian. He was there, so that she could have a happy and peaceful childhood. And all that made Ellie feel lucky. Not all kids had what she did. Not all children were able to experience this kind of love. She knew. Elias told her about those children - left on their own, without anyone who would look after them, or love them the way he loved her. Whenever she remembered all those stories something inside her hurt. Her heart - it ached, every time Elias was telling her about that one little girl.

Ellie undeniably was compassionate and sensitive, her soul was still pure and free, untainted. She didn’t have to bear the burden of her decision, she didn’t have to carry it on her own like her father. That’s why she couldn’t understand his breaking down. She couldn’t figure out the reason for his tears, when she gave him one of her teddy bears, saying he should give it to the little girl. Ellie couldn’t know. Not back then.

And then, when her lessons were over, their butler - Leonard would take her to the fencing classes. That was the only time Ellie was out, freed from the thin walls of the castle they lived in. She always cherished every second of it, because every moment of freedom was like an incredible adventure.

She had been training for years, because fencing made her stronger and showed a certain set of thinking skills. The classes would go great, as always. Ellie as a wonderful fencer would win some clash, but she wouldn't even think about it, already engulfed by anticipation of the evening.

Ellie’s favourite part of the day was dinner. No, not the dinner itself - the whole process of it. The anticipation and preparations. Their servants would be preparing everything, putting a lot of effort into details, so as to avoid getting in trouble with Lillian. She was fabled for her choleric nature and no one wanted to be reprimanded. That's why they always did their best, striving to meet Lillian's expectations and avoid unhinging her.

The table had to be polished until it gleamed. Table covers had to be clean and smoothed. Dinnerware and cutlery had to be polished to a high gloss. And napkins… napkins had to have the right colors, because colors couldn't clash. After all those years Ellie learned the process by heart. She remembered everything, every little detail and the order of all those actions.

A plate in the middle. A napkin on the left, then forks - salad fork and dinner fork. The right side was where a dinner knife, dinner spoon and soup spoon were placed. And then glasses - a water glass and wine glass - on the right, above the spoons. It wasn't all that hard to remember. It definitely was far more complicated when it came to the formal dinner place setting, but when it was just the three of them - Ellie and her parents - the servants didn't have to worry about it. Informal setting was enough, unless Lillian decided differently.

By the time the table was set, Ellie would be fully in on her anticipation mood. After all it wasn't about the dinner or setting the table, it was about her father finally coming back home. Elizabeth would wait impatiently - pulled up to comfortably sit on the windowsill of the living room window. She did it every evening. Awaiting her father's car to turn into the driveway. Waiting for him to cross the doorstep and take her into his arms as he always did. She anticipated having dinner with him and then spending hours on talking and listening to his stories.

Ellie waited. One hour passed. Then another. Lillian gave up and ordered someone to bring her dinner upstairs, as she wasn't going to eat with Ellie even under those circumstances. They complied, Lillian got her dinner and finished it, while Ellie kept waiting, not moving from her spot even for a second, so as not to miss the moment of Elias' arrival. She waited, but he didn't come back. She fell asleep eventually and Leonard carefully carried her to her room. His heart was breaking for the girl, because he knew exactly what was happening. He already knew what Ellie didn't or maybe she did. She did, perhaps, but refused to accept it…

She kept waiting. For hours, days, a week. Whenever she heard some car, she would rush to the window, hoping it was Elias. Ellie found it hard to focus on anything else. She barely ate and sleep, she just passed out from exhaustion basically every evening. Each time Leonard would take her upstairs and tuck her in bed. Though in the morning she'd be back downstairs, most likely wearing one of her father's hats or shirts - almost three times too big for her- but it didn't matter. She didn't care. If she could, she'd most likely not only wear his clothes, but also spend every minute of the day in her spot on the windowsill.

Where did he go? Why didn't he come back? Every part of her aching heart couldn't accept it. She needed him… who would protect her now? Who would be there for her? Where did he think he's going and why couldn't he take her with him? He always did. They always did everything together. And then he was gone, just like that–

Honestly, she knew he wouldn't come back. She knew, but she didn't want to let go, not yet. She wasn't ready to do it.

And it was okay. Ellie could say it by the way their servants looked at her - so sympathetically. They hurt too. Perhaps not as much as she did, but they did in their own way. The only person who seemed to remain untouched was Lillian.

Even then, all she could think of was herself. She didn't display any kind of emotions. She wasn't sad or hurt and she didn't even try to pretend that she was.

"Will you finally pull yourself together?" Lillian growled, sipping on her drink, not even looking at Ellie "He won't come back. Ever."

Ellie frowned a little. There were a lot of things she could tell her mother, a lot of mean and hateful things. Though it didn't feel okay. It didn't feel like her, so she didn't. She held it all back, responding with simple "Why do you have to be like that?"

"Like what?" Lillian asked, looking at her manicured nails, acting the least bit interested in what her daughter actually had to say.

"Why can't you at least pretend that you care?"

"Don't be pathetic, Elizabeth."

Ellie sighed. There was no point in continuing the conversation. She wasn't pathetic. It wasn't pathetic. Feeling was a human thing, right?

A few days later a tall man dressed in black suit brought Elias' stuff from his clinic. They packed it all in a box. Over 20 years of his research, his work, his life - were enclosed in just one box. Leonard carried it to Elias' office and Ellie followed. She needed answers that no one wanted to give her, so she hoped she'd actually find something in the box. And she did. Her father left her a note–

Seemingly nothing had changed. Her body was still susceptible to pain, still breakable. It had to eat and breathe air and sleep. It still shuddered, as it had shuddered before. She still had to learn and she did, as she had done before. Life was going on, its usual way. Nothing changed - and yet everything was different. People, manners, course of boundaries. And amid it all her soul traipsed elusively. It disappeared, then came back, drew nearer and moved away from reality. She hurt, she cried. Feeling like an alien - at times certain, at others uncertain of her own existence. Trapped in her own grief and pain.

Ellie had been raised in a box - her father's castle, a perfect world he created just for her. But life was more than that. Life was different and not at all perfect. In truth it seemed to be far more unfriendly and sinister than she may have expected. She found herself lost in the new reality. The reality without her father. The world she knew had been shattered, completely destroyed. And learning to live all over again wasn't all that easy, but she was strong. Elias taught her how to be strong and she knew she could face all the obstacles. She had to - for him.

She was born into this goddamn family and that was the only thing she couldn't change. Though all the rest, everything else depended on her. He hadn't taught her all the things she knew without a reason…

"In life there are only two permanent things - happiness and existential pain. Life likes to gratify and hurt. It's a venom that heals and a rose that pricks. At times it's pretty good, although sometimes it's quite bad. And future matters are unforeseeable…" Elias' note said.

And so despite the pain she still believed there was more good than bad in life. She just had to look hard enough - like her father said.

#ellie staple #dr ellie staple #wilhemina venable x mildred ratched #Mildred Ratched #wilhemina venable #sarah paulson imagine #sarah paulson fic #like mothers like daughter #part 1

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bastillewolf · 5 years

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It’s More About Looks Than Skill (VII)

Pairing: Ryuk/Reader.

Summary: Ryuk finds himself gaining feelings for Light Yagami’s best friend, but she doesn’t know he exists. When he makes the grave mistake of touching her, he makes things a lot more complicated.

Warnings: mentions of violence and death.

Notes: Been gone for a while, my apologies. Haven’t really been as hyped about Death Note as I used to be. But I want to finish this story for you all. Thank you for your patience. Furthermore, I won’t be responding to ‘when will you update?’ asks. I understand the excitement, but it doesn’t really help. Hope you understand. Sorry!

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Chapter VII

It wasn’t unusual for her to be early to appointments these days. Her anxiety never really allowed her to be late anymore. But, for what it was worth, L seemed rather happy with the fact. He told her it always gave them more time to go over important information and that it showed him she realized the importance of the case.

“However, it also makes you think I’m Kira, doesn’t it?” she wondered.

“Elaborate,” he simply replied.

“My eagerness to participate only gives you all the more reason to suspect me. But if I were to be late, you might think I’d do it on purpose to avoid any detection. If I’m always right on time, it’d be too obvious that I’ve thought about it before. All cases give you a 50-50 chance, really. So, I’d suggest you stop paying attention to the clock every time I walk in, because it doesn’t give you any hints whatsoever.”

He smiled as he opened another stick of sugar and threw it in his coffee. “You explaining yourself to me tells me you’ve thought more about it than you should have. Which could also mean that you’re Kira. However, elaborating on your ideas about me looking at the clock every time you show up also tells me you’re more something of an open book.”

“Which brings us right back to stage one. What percentage do you give me to be Kira now?”

“Hm, I’d say about 70.”

“Wow, I’m honoured, really. Dropped 5 percent since last time.”

“The fact that you remembered that has brought you back to 80.”

She smirked. It was the little banter between them that made her less nervous about the elephant in the room that only she knew about; she knew who Kira was, and she couldn’t tell a soul.

Though Light had been an utter ass to her since the summer had started, she’d known him since they were just kids. She knew he must have his reasons, however stupid they might be, and she wasn’t just going to give up that life-long friendship in a heartbeat just because he was being ridiculous.

She couldn’t support Light knowing she’d be a fellow convict of murder herself, but she couldn’t stand the thought of him possibly being sent to prison, not to mention the possibility of him receiving death penalty. And where would Ryuk go? He would go back to the Shinigami realm, bored out of his mind and she’d never see him again. It’s why she’d decided to let things play out naturally and perhaps make some adjustments here and there on her own, if deemed necessary.

“I’m meeting Light later this afternoon,” L told her, “I hope you still don’t mind working with him?”

She shifted in her seat a bit. “Why would I mind working with him?”

L blinked. He knew that she knew he wasn’t stupid and didn’t know why she even bothered to try to cover up the fact they weren’t really on speaking terms. She rolled her eyes at his comically silent response, telling him she’d be fine. “It’s a serious case. I can act like a professional if he can, too.”

“Alright. I was only asking because I can’t have you back out of this case. You’re too valuable.”

“Too valuable?” she winked.

His pale cheeks were dusted in a rosy pink as she slipped her jacket back on. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Ryuuzaki. Have fun interrogating Light.”

“Thanks.”

Her walk home was enjoyed with a cool breeze breaking the sunlight on her skin. She felt a lot better now that she had something that could keep her busy. Though it did involve Light, she was glad she’d be out and about, making a difference instead of sulking in her room. Even if it was keeping the biggest secret anyone’s ever had to carry.

Even while considering the circumstances, she still remained more positive than during her former bleak vacation days.

Until she received a phone call.

“My dad’s in the hospital. He had a heart attack.”

One page taken from the Death Note, or even a fragment of the page, contains the full effects of the Note.

It appeared that Light’s father was doing a lot better since she’d picked up her phone and started her run to the hospital, because he was resting in bed and already talking business again with L and his son.

“So, Ryuuzaki, now that you’ve had the chance to talk to my son, is he cleared as a suspect?”

“When I say I suspect him, you should know it’s very minor,” L replied. She could tell he tried to communicate it in a more reassuring way, realistically because the man had just suffered from a heart attack. He wouldn’t be so gentle with him otherwise.

“And what about (Y/N)? You must know that she’s like a daughter to me. Her parents work a lot and she’s always been a trusted friend of my son’s.”

She met L’s dark eyes and shared a look with him. “80 percent,” she told Soichiro before the young man himself could answer.

“80 percent?! That’s outrageous!” the chief proclaimed.

“Don’t worry, mister Yagami. I don’t take it personally,” she insisted, “It makes more sense for me to be the bigger suspect. My parents, like you said, are often gone to work or business trips. I’ve been lucky that I’ve always had your family to support me, but that doesn’t mean I wouldn’t have had the potential trauma of loneliness since birth. I’m smart and have the grades to prove it, I really have no other friends than your son and have always had a tendency to rally against authority. I could have sociopathic tendencies and you wouldn’t even know about it, because, like you said, I’m like a daughter to you. It makes all the more sense that I’m Kira.”

Soichiro seemed at a loss for words, not sure if he should either be concerned or amazed. Perhaps both, he decided.

“Which is why she’s a key member of this case. I need to keep a close eye on her,” L added.

It was only then she decided to finally meet the eyes that had been drilling her since the moment she’d stepped into the room. She saw what the stress was doing to him, something only a trained eye who’d known him for years would recognize. And she faced the subtle emotion hidden behind the whole façade; the appreciation of her subtle way to shift the villain role to herself.

He followed her out when she went to grab a cup of tea.

“Why are you doing this?” he demanded.

She seeped the bag in the paper cup a few times before she decided to speak to him directly. “Why am I doing what?” she decided to play.

“We haven’t been friends since before the summer started. Why are you suddenly being… supportive?” He wasn’t sure who was listening, so the best way for him to go at this is to involve their personal affairs to cover up the main issue. He knew she’d understand what he really meant, after all.

“Oh, I’m sorry, it’s something called ‘human decency’. I know you don’t have a concept of that, since I wasn’t the one who just cut off all forms of communication with my best friend, after all.

“I thought you’d understand,” he ground out.

“I do understand, Light. I understand that you’re an absolute idiot for thinking you could take on this ‘case’ without me. You’re never going to be able to handle this on your own. Even with your dad there, or someone like Ryuuzaki, no one knows what you’re really struggling with. What you’re really going through right now.”

He remained silent.

“I don’t forgive you for ignoring me all summer. I don’t forgive you for not being the friend I needed. But I won’t just stand by and watch you destroy yourself and the people you care about without a second thought. Because that’s what you’re doing now.”

She watched as his eyes fixated on the door of the room his father was staying in. It was an internal struggle, his mind telling him multiple things while his gut told him only one.

“Alright. I’m sorry,” he finally sighed, “I shouldn’t have done what I did, and I need my best friend back.”

“Wow, I didn’t think there was any room for sympathy left in that narcissistic brain of yours.”

“I will take that back if you continue to be arrogant, (Y/N),” he grumbled.

She snorted, “I’m always arrogant. It’s why you like me.”

“I suppose I can finally get Ryuk off my back now…”

#Death Note #Ryuk x reader #Light Yagami #Lawliet #Light yagami x reader #L #Fanfiction #Shinigami #Romance #Lawliet x reader #Anime #Manga

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levyfiles · 4 years

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I want to start a shyan blog but I’m so scared because I don’t know how Shane and Ryan actually feel about it which makes me nervoussssssss help

Ohhh boy, brace yourself, nonnyhunny. I’ve got some word vomit for ya

To start off with, I just want anyone and everyone who is currently new to navigating this terrain we call the internet to know one thing and that is this one very important concept. Embrace your own insignificance! The internet is a big place. I once read a post on here that encouraged new users to think of Tumblr itself like you’re walking into a Walmart. You’re not here to make friends and you’re not here to shop for everyone else; you’re filling your own cart with the things you need and like and if someone comes along and takes a long good look at the things in your cart and says, “WOAH there, eating trans fats is unhealthy for you! I never eat trans fats because of a big list of reasons! Stop buying trans fats!!” you’re gonna be both puzzled and annoyed because it’s your cart, your Walmart experience; why the hell do they care what you’re gonna get?

However! I get it, the internet is now comprised of six different websites/apps and if you’re on there, there is no way to avoid or curate a completely ideal sense that you’ve made a space that’s all your own. There are going to be people who disagree with you, people who decide they don’t like what you do, but ultimately, in the midst of all that, you’re going to find people who feel the same in whatever regard you express yourself and that’s why it’s important to just express yourself because otherwise you’re going to develop a lot of disingenuous connections with people who would likely try to ruin your life if you disagree with them on some subject or other.

Now with that whole disclaimer in mind, I also understand where you’re coming from. Putting myself in the shoes of someone just trying to participate in a new fandom where there is a lot of contention among the masses about the rights and wrongs of RPF and whether the concept fits in with a philosophical debate about human nature and the way we interact with each other, witness each other’s journeys. That’s simply it, however; it’s an ongoing debate and where philosophy and debate are concerned, I always hold the belief that an individual’s right to ground themselves and say “These are the principles I wish to abide by” is sacred and ultimately, no amount of anonymous hatred or shrieking messages of outrage is gonna change that until you yourself decide that the principle isn’t working for you personally. My principle is that it’s fiction; an AU to explore as valid and sweet to me as demon!Shane headcanons are, but moreso because I identify with queer love stories and friendships forged by strangely deep similarities and complementing souls. I also love personalities like theirs, love the idea of said friendship and what it would bring to a story about two human beings who meet by happenstance and end up building something world-changing together. Still, because I am just a writer and a consumer of media, that’s the nicest thing I can give myself, a fictional account of these things while witnessing the real version happen in parallel. I get to celebrate in the overlap of similarities the real world and my fictional account take and watch it inspire my friends and mutuals to build their own universes and it’s beautiful.

With that point being made, I also understand the reason a lot of people are nervous about being open about shipping. The backlash from a bunch of strangers seems to take on a note that would make even the nicest person sound like a puritan about to hold some extravagant witch trials. Nothing more interesting than a person claiming to do good in the world using words like “exterminate” “cleanse” or my personal favourite “purge”. I’ve read rumours being spread about shippers that take on their own life especially because it’s human nature to let other people handle the research; it’s human nature to just take a believable narrative at face value. One rumour being that shippers of this fandom write stories where we kill off Shane and Ryan’s significant others. Myself and my friends who are avid readers of the ao3 tag know that that hasn’t been the case since 2016/17 and by all accounts, I have yet to find the fic where this happens (barring a tinsworth fic I’ve only heard about). Mind you, not many of us check out Wattpad but even there it’s more self-insert friendly with themes I can’t even stomach.

Which leads me to the last point and the main reason you sent this ask, I’m assuming. Ryan and Shane’s personal thoughts on the issue. Now, it behooves me to supply screenshots and proof when I make a claim but let’s consider if instead from the perspective of two adult men who have operated online far longer than a lot of their audience. Given that I am the same age as Shane, I know what the internet used to look like and how far it’s come and RPF is not a brand new thing neither did it pop up out of nowhere when One Direction debuted. And just like fanfiction in and of itself had its pushback from media because of its demographic and absolutely because of its queer-leanings, RPF appears to get a lot of that same energy, but it’s not an inherently toxic past time. Much like any fandom activity, it can get bad because fandom is not a monolith; it’s a bunch of individuals enjoying a medium in the ways they have learned to. You’re gonna get some individuals who “do it wrong” and some who do it differently, but ultimately, just like the forums and the reddit threads Shane and Ryan trawl in their past time, there are circles you learn not to veer into and terms you learn to blacklist/block/mute. With that being an indication of where they’re coming from as internet creators, I am confident when I say that, as long as it’s not being mailed to them, linked or quoted at them, they don’t care. They would know something that gets popular on the internet summons a brand of transformative art and fiction but much like they tend to ignore thirst tweets in their mentions or the repetitive requests for the same things over and over. They’d see it and gloss right over it. Shane is the type who writes long essays on reddit addressing the things that bother him, Ryan is weird and vocal and an oversharer sometimes when it comes to things Shaniacs say to him (i.e. that Voice he did for the occasional Shaniac who approaches him). It’s just one of the incarnations of fandom that they choose not to engage with, which, good? Because it’s a fan-specific activity. Once in a while you get a creator who wants to interact with fanfiction and it goes sideways because not all stories are written for them, much like not all fanart is made with the mindset to share with them.

It’s just a regular old fan interaction and community habit that builds bigger followings.

All in all, I’m not gonna tell you what to do. Unless you mean to be in their @’s all the time or link them on discord, or put any of your content in their hands, they are not going to see it. They don’t care. What they do care about is that you’re watching, that you support them and send them encouragement because they’re creating their own medium of content and a bigger following means more people get to see it and extract something positive from it.

#shyan #discourse #Anonybae

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Hey! Really excited about your trans Phantom celebration & looking forward to seeing what amazing stuff the phandom comes up with. I want to support this but as a Cis, Heteroromantic female I'm not sure I have much of a point of view to bring to the party and would be nervous of writing anything myself in case I misrepresent anything. I would imagine there are a few folk like me here, so I just wanted to ask, how can we help?

Hi! This is an awesome question and I hope you don’t mind me publishing it/reblogging it onto the Trans Phantom Appreciation Week blog.

While the event is open to anyone who wants to explore creating content with trans characters, I absolutely understand that some cis people may be nervous to get involved, and that’s absolutely okay! I understand and also appreciate anyone’s concern about this.

These are just some general thoughts and ideas on how cis people who are nervous about writing trans characters could participate.

I will be posting some resources in the coming days about writing trans characters—in fact someone was kind of enough to tag me last night in an excellent post about writing canon era trans Daroga and I’m super excited to reblog it. So if anyone is on the fence or WANTS to write but doesn’t know how to get started, I definitely recommend keeping your eyes peeled for stuff like that.

If you’re a content creator who works in multiple mediums but is specifically concerned about writing a fic, you could consider creating something in a medium that has less of a narrative focus, such as phan art, moodboards, pride themed edits, playlists...other things I’m sure I could think of if I hadn’t recently woken up because I stayed up until 5 am watching Jonathan Roxmouth’s Instagram Live video.

For anyone who isn’t interested in creating content for Trans Phantom Appreciation Week, here are some ways you can be involved and support:

- Signal boost! Reblog posts directly from @transphantomweek, or even make your own talking about your excitement! Reaching as many people as possible leading up to the event is the the goal, and any word of mouth is awesome.

- Submit prompts you would like to see! I think this is a great way for people who aren’t creating content to get involved. Prompts that can be interpreted across mediums are awesome, and word and phrase prompts are perfect! They don’t have to be obviously related to trans culture, they can be anything that you would like to see creators interpret. I can’t promise every single prompt will make the list, but ANY prompts submitted will be considered and I will be very grateful for them.

- During the week of the event, reblog posts! It’s a great way to support diversity in the phandom, and you’ll also get to see some amazing creations. Interacting with posts is also amazing! Leaving feedback and nice comments is a great way to encourage creators, both trans and cis.

- If you’re interested in things like beta reading, consider offering to beta read for any writers who are interested. This could mean providing specific story feedback, or it could just mean proofreading—whatever level you and any writers you work with are comfortable operating at. If enough people are interested in this I can absolutely make a master post of beta readers that authors can contact if they’re looking for help! Anyone who is interested feel free to let me know!

- If you have an idea that I haven’t mentioned here, or you have a specific skill I haven’t thought of, feel free to message me to talk it over! Chances are I’ll say “Yes!” And add it to this post.

- One last thing that isn’t directly related to Trans Phantom of the Opera Appreciation Week, but I think is worth mentioning; I will always encourage cis people to put their pronouns in their bios if they feel comfortable doing it. It’s a great and pretty easy way to normalize the idea that everyone has pronouns and that everyone’s pronouns are important! Anyone who wants to list their pronouns can just put “she/her,” “he/him,” “they/them,” etc., in their info. Again, this is entirely up to your comfort level and I totally understand if anyone isn’t comfortable doing it, but I’ve seen a lot of cis people over the years who WANT to put their pronouns, but are afraid that it will be seen as minimizing or appropriating trans experiences. Listing your pronouns is not only okay, but awesome!

I hope these ideas give you a good jumping off place! Feel absolutely free to reach out again if you have any other questions or thoughts!

#transphantomweek

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anneshirlei · 4 years

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PLEASE REBLOG SO MORE PEOPLE CAN SEE IT

Hello Kindred Spirits!

First of all let me just tell you how nervous I am for doing this project. I never did this before and it’s terrifying, but I’m also excited to see so many fics be inspired by such great songs. I wanna thank all the girls from the Avonlea Group Chat for going with this and helping me with the idea. You all are amazing.

The goal here is to create more shirbert content, no matter what kind, and to share with the fandom. Also, it’s fun so yay!

What’s this Shirbert Song Project?

This project consists of creating Shirbert content based on an artist song. This first one the content are based on Taylor Swift’s songs.

Here’s how it’s going to work: at the end of this post, there’ll be a form for you to fill out to sign up to participate in this project. In the form there’ll be a link to a Google Sheet with a bunch of Taylor Swift’s songs and whether or not they’re available for you to choose to make your content about. You will be asked to choose three, in case someone before you requested your first choice of a song, so you’ll have backup.

Once you fill it out and sign up, I’ll message you letting you know the song you’ll be writing about and on July 4th you’ll post it on AO3/Tumblr using as one of your tags Shirbert Song Project and add it to a collection I’ll be creating later on.

You can do whatever you want with your fic: Coffee-Shop au, Canon Compliant, Series based, Book based, Web Series based, anything at all, as long as it fits the theme of your song. Same thing with your art: make a gifset using the song lyrics, draw shirbert based on one of the lyrics or music video of that song, etc. It doesn’t have to be exactly what your song says, but it needs to be based on it.

Ex: Teardrops on my Guitar – Gilbert is a musician and he writes songs about the same girl but he never tells anyone who this girl is, not even his best friend Anne. When she finds a music sheet on his floor with her name on it, Anne must sort out her feelings for Gilbert.

Mary’s Song – a drawing of little shirbert childhood friends.

What are the songs available?

If you’re a writer, you can check the available songs here.

If you’re an artist, you can check the available songs here.

What are the rules?

For writers

The fics must be posted on AO3. You can post it on tumblr as well, but it needs to be on AO3 too so it can go in the project’s collection.

All of the fics must be done by July 1st and be posted on July 4th

If you’re writing a multichapter, you need to have at least the first chapter to post that day.

You need to use the tag Shirbert Song Project 2020 in your AO3 tags.

It needs to be 3K words minimum. Given how long you have to finish this fic, I would love to avoid super short fics.

If you’re writing a multichapter, the first chapter needs to have at least 3K words.

If you post it on tumblr as well, please use the tag #ShirbertSongProject2020 so I can find you and reblog your work

For artists (Fanart, edits, gif-making, fan-videos, etc that is made by you)

The art must be posted on Tumblr on the due date as well.

When posted, please use the tag #ShirbertSongProject2020 so I can find you and reblog your work.

If you’re posting on twitter, don’t forget to use the tag #ShirbertSongProject2020 so I can find you and retweet your work!

Dates:

Sign ups: April 18th - May 1st Content must be done by: July 1st Posting: July 4th

Always feel free to come talk to me if you need any help, have questions, have any troubles about anything at all. If you need to cry, we’ll cry together. I’m here to support you in whatever you need!

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carbootsoul · 4 years

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i was tagged by @katarahairloopies!!! thank u :mwah:

name: leo! @/zeitgeistofnow on ao3, @lazypigeon & @timetohope on here, altho i’m considering uh switching back to not having an art blog :/ i have to think abt it.

fandom(s): ace attorney is my main one rn bc i’m replaying the games with a friend of mine and it’s reminding me how invested i am in the characters!! a lot of my recent fic is atla stuff, altho i’ve been distancing myself from the fandom bc i’ve kinda exhausted my interest in it. finally i’ve been reading a lot of mp100 fic but i don’t think i’ll ever write for it. i just love how dumb all the characters r (with the dubious exception of ritsu)

where you post: ao3!! tbh i always get suprised when people say they write/read fic on any other platform like i haven’t messed around w wattpad or ff.net since middle school... catch up........

most popular oneshot: going just by “one chapter” as the definition of a oneshot, the firestarters, bc it’s fluffy and modern au :) i wouldn’t necessarily call it a oneshot tho bc to me a oneshot shows like, one scene? so like by my definition and your sweet sweet sun makes me crazy (i wanna lay you down and see how you amaze me is my most popular!! (also @ kit u thought UR fic titles were unnecessarily long??? i’ve hit the ao3 LIMIT for characters in titles. it’s about the aesthetic

most popular multichapter fic: sdkjflakjlkj it’s two crowned kings; and one that stood alone, which is a w359 fic i wrote back in late 2017. it’s literally the last fic i haven’t orphaned from when i actually wrote podcast fic (i have 4 other podcast fics but they were all borne out of nostalgia and written after i stopped participating in the fandom). i rewrote all but the last chapter? the last two? about a year ago and i fucked up halfway through so like chapter 6 and 7 are repeated and there’s something missing but i’m too lazy to fix it. no one’s going to read it now anyway :) it WAS the top minlace fic for a little while tho which i take great pride in.

favorite story you’ve written so far: oh that’s a hard question akfsldkfj i honestly like most of them!! and i write a LOT so there’s a lot to choose from. tonight, we are young is def one of my favorites- it was fun to write and i got to explore the ways zuko and yue r similar, which i LOVE to do outside of a zukka/yukka view. you can lean on my arm as you break my heart is one that i’m really proud of? the whole “cooking as an expression of bato’s love” is definitely some of my favorites. a lot of my ace attorney fics would be categoried as my favorites if i hadn’t improved, too, if that makes sense. like they’re no long my favorites because i can see where my writing is shitty and it bothers me, but if i had written them a month ago they’d be my favorite.

fic you were nervous to post: figures 1-5: killing gods def!! it’s a lot more purple-prose-y than most of my fics and it was also written before i’d kinda like emersed myself in the atla fandom so i didn’t have as good a grasp on the general understanding of zuko’s character as i do now. tbh it’s one i’m rly happy w tho!! i have a few people leave really nice comments on it and rereading them makes me really happy. also it was the start of me hating the position of fire lord and being at least passively anti-it in my fics.

how you choose your titles: they’re almost all song lyrics!! only 14 of my 50 words AREN’T song lyrics and about half of those are from before i started writing ace attorney fic lol. sometimes i go into a fic with a song in mind for the vibes and then i usually go with lyrics from that (like in ‘cuz we’re the greatest /they’ll hang us in the louvre), but otherwise i usually pick an artist i’ve been listening to and go through their songs until i find a lyric that fits. sometimes the lyric doesn’t even really fit the fic and i just chose it at random or because i searching up the word “fly” in my spotify library or whatever. honestly i like coming up with titles? i know a lot of fic writers hate it but being able to just use song lyrics is v soothing for me and while i know that most people won’t search out a song just bc it’s a fic title like.. seeing that the title of a fic is a hozier lyric does affect how i read it and i kinda like that.

do you outline? i outline my long form/multichaptered fics with varying strictness. usually anything over ~8k will have some kind of outline. sometimes i go into it with every single scene planned out, sometimes it’s just notes on the side of the google doc that say “it's about MORE family. about how it's not betraying your existing family to find more” and “scenes i want to include: [...]” and “vampires... ngl kinda hot.” i’m trying to outline super strictly less bc i’ve found it’s less fun? but i do try to keep a plot arc in mind. since most of my fics are more character-driven than plot-driven, that usually just means keeping track of what character development i want to happen or what is motiviating the characters.

complete: um everything posted on ao3 i guess. also the MULTITUDE of orphaned fics out there asksfjldkj i always click ‘leave my pseud on’ so if u look up my username you see all of my fics and then a. lot of other ones.

in progress: - a fic titled ‘dad phoenix’ that is actually just a no DL-6 au with defense attorney miles edgeworth and single dad bartender phoenix where neither of them want to date for A While but phoenix gets wrapped up in one of miles’s cases. it’s about family. it’s about writing teenagers. it’s about the background franmaya which is ALWAYS what i’m here for in wrightworth fics - a franmaya werewolf/vampire au because i’m ~gay~ and love rivals to lovers and also franziska and maya both being angry their older brothers r dating each other. - my secret santa fic!! which i can’t talk about much but it does feature toph and zuko and also piandao and jeong jeong???? idk where they came from but they are Part Of The Fic Now also i forgot iroh existed for half the fic and wrote piandao as zuko’s father figure and now i’m in too deep. - a 5+1 bakoda fic (maybe a bato/hakoda/kay fic??? i need to decide. that’s part of why this fic is still incomplete bc i can’t decide which relationship dynamic i prefer) that’s 5 times bato said he loves hakoda and one time hakoda said it back. possibly i have already written him saying i love u back and i need to change the title a little. - retail au klapollo where klavier works at an overpriced boutique and apollo comes in to buy earrings for nahyuta’s birthday. klavier gives him a punch card (one that the store doesn’t actually offer anymore as a bid to get apollo to come back) and all of apollo’s family come in to use the punch card and also give klavier variations on the shovel talk/find out if he’s actually into apollo. - a LOT of atla fics that i don’t think i’ll ever finish :(

coming soon/not yet started: - i want to write some blackmadhi bc they’re.. cute..... and it’s a good excuse to also write athena and i love her - my stuff for yueki week!!! i have NOT prepped enough but hopefully i’ll remember in time! i wrote the prompts in a way that kinda set up stuff i’ve already wanted to write (don’t look at me lol) so hopefully i’ll get at least two or three fics finished in time. - i want to rewrite the wrightworth fic i have about them not getting married bc it was interesting and i like what i wrote about but i think i could have written it better and made it more interesting. rewriting fics is hard tho bc i’m never sure if it makes sense to just edit in the new work or to repost it? and then if u repost it do u delete the old one? conflicting so i might just not

do you accept prompts? totally!!! a disclaimer tho i’m not super into writing atla stuff anymore (most of the atla stuff i’m still writing is something i made a commitment to finish) so if your prompt is an atla one i probably won’t do it :/ basically anything else is fair game tho!! podcasts/aa/sa/uh i don’t remember anything else but like if you search a fandom on my blog and come up with more than two posts about it chances r i’d be happy to write fic for it!

upcoming work that you’re most excited about: oh huh i mean probably the no dl-6 au!!! it’s the longest ace attorney fic i’ve written already and since it’s wrightworth it’ll get more attention than any franmaya fic i write. my standards r so high now tho after getting to much feedback from atla fans... love u all... obviously i have no choice but to pressure my atla mutuals into playing ace attorney. pls ask abt it bc i WIll Give You A Sales Pitch about why you’d like it in relation to atla

tagging: i’m not rly tagging anyone!!! @deadflora if you still consider urself a fic writer also consider urself tagged! also any of my other mutuals who write fic i just can’t think of anyone rn

#leo.txt #thank u!! i think i wrote a lot for this lol #but literally ive been so bored i don't have anything better to do

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kinda-ooc-just-a-little · 5 years

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Heart of a Lion

Chapter 5 Third Time’s a Charm

Shinso x Reader

Rated M for Future Mature Themes (Not Explicit)

Tags: slow burn, mutual pining, secretive quirk

Summary: You never wanted to be a hero. You come from a long family of heroes, so why not just be a normal person? That’s what you hoped, until you re-connected with your old High School friend/crush.

Chapter 1 / Chapter 2 / Chapter 3 / Chapter 4 / Chapter 5 / Chapter 6 / Chapter 7 / Chapter 8 / Chapter 9 /

It’s been two years. Exactly two years since you started working as a secretary at the agency and every day you can feel your soul leaving your body. You never thought someone could be so full of themselves to the point they have no regard to anyone around them, but your boss proved otherwise. He thought he was so important that he didn’t need to do any work himself and left it all on you. Countless nights were spent finishing up reports and documents of the day, only to go home at midnight, pass out, and start the whole day over again. Sure, the pay was great, overtime even better, but everyday you wondered how much you could take.

Until a few weeks ago, you were informed that even after two years, you would not be getting a raise.

Screw this. You thought.

You decided it was time you give up thinking you’ll be anything other than something for your boss to ogle at and started applying for… more credible hero agencies. Surprisingly, again, you already got an interview lined up for the next day and could not wait to tell your boss that you would be leaving his sorry ass.

That is… if you got the job.

You cringed to yourself. Having to come back to this job may be the final day you lose your sanity and you’re not sure what you would do to your boss if he calls you ‘baby doll’ again.

The clock strikes 5 PM and it was time to go home. You groaned, thanking whatever god was out there that made the day slow, ending with no overtime paperwork and more time to prepare for your interview.

You grabbed your things, only to be called by your boss.

“Hey, baby doll!” He gleamed.

You clenched your fist and forced on a smile. “Yes boss? Is there anything you need?”

“Oh, nothing. Just wanted to say I’ll miss you tomorrow. The office isn’t the same without your pretty face, doll!”

You gritted your teeth. Does he even realize how inappropriate he is being right now? Or… ever? “Sorry, boss. I just got some personal things I have to get done.”

“Well, don’t take too long. You know you’re the only one who can do good work around here. Besides me, that is.” He grinned.

Your patience was running thin. “Well, I got to get started on those personal things, so I’ll see you later!” As you basically ran out the door.”

“Come back soon, doll!”

Your pretty sure that there were a select few people who could pull off calling others ‘doll’ and he for sure was not one of them.

You arrived at your apartment and immediately fell onto the bed. Life seemed so… boring after you left UA. You suppose this life was safer than being attacked by the league of villains every other week. Though, you always wondered what it would be like to be working as hero. You could have been working next to the top heroes. Maybe even be working next to Shinso.

You clenched your fist. You truly missed him. The first couple months of graduation was great, but then it turned out just like when Shinso joined the hero course. You both got busy and suddenly neither of your schedules matched up, especially when your boss started… flirting with you, for lack of a better term.

You heard your phone’s notification go off. You opened the screen to see a breaking news article about a monstrous villain attack in central city. You immediately sat up from your bed. The attack was near where your interview was. You flipped down the article. There seemed to be no severe damage to the area where the attack took place. You exhaled in relief, thanking the spirits that the building your interview was in didn’t get demolished the day before your interview.

You flipped through the rest of the article and stopped at a photo that was taken at the scene of the crime and felt your heart skip when you saw a familiar indigo in the background. It was Shinso. It looked like he was directing civilians after the chaos, and he was… smiling. You clenched your phone. He looked so… happy. You couldn’t even remember the last time you genuinely smiled.

You grunted and got up from your bed, tossing your phone onto it. There’s no time to reflect on old crushes. You made a light snack, took a shower, and went to bed.

“How early can you start?”

You were practically reeling in your head. This is too good to be true. You really hoped you weren’t dreaming.

“Immediately.” You say. “Please.”

“That’s great! Our team has been behind as our heroes have been taking on more cases each day. Then we had to transfer people to the dispatch department and that was a whole thing.” You saw him write a phone number on a sticky note. “I’m sure you saw that big fight near here on the news yesterday.”

Your eyes widened. “I did. Was it this agency that took care of the incident?”

“Yep!” He responded. “We managed to take care of it thanks to the heroes we have, but the team spent most of the night cleaning up, which could have been resolved quicker if we had more people.”

“I understand.” You said. “I’m grateful I can be one of those people. I really think working here could benefit not only myself, but a lot of people.”

“I like that enthusiasm.” He handed you the sticky note and smiled. “Just let me know if anything changes or if you need to contact me. I expect you here bright and early Monday morning!”

You returned the smile as you grab the note. “Thank you so much! I promise I’ll be here, Eight AM sharp!”

“Awesome! Let me walk you out to the lobby. I know this place can get kind of confusing.”

“Of course.”

You stared at the note on the way down. It all felt like a dream with how fast everything was happening.

“Oh, before I forget.” Your interviewer turned to you as you reached the lobby. “Next week the team is taking a trip camping to the forest for some ‘team-building exercises.’ It’s required from HR every now and then, however, since your new, we’re not forcing you. Unless you want to, that is.”

You mull it over in your head. “I’m not sure, it might be too early to-”

You jumped as you heard your name shouted from across the room. You were shocked to hear your name being shouted here at all places, but you more shocked when you recognized the voice.

Shinso. You turned to see him practically running away from the group he was walking with to join you.

“S-Shinso? What are you doing here?” you said, a little bit too timidly.

“I work here. What are you doing here?”

“I’m… um… working here too.” You inwardly groaned. Of all the times to be nervous, why was it now?

“Yep! This is our new team member!” The interviewer said. “I have to get going, but just think about the trip and let me know if you want to attend.”

“Of course. Thank you once again for this opportunity.” You bowed and shook his hand.

“No, thank you. I’m sure after a couple of weeks, things will slow down and the work load will be easier for everyone, so don’t stress too much. I’ll see you Monday!”

You waved goodbye and realized you were left alone with your past friend/crush/turned acquaintance. You wondered if it was too late stop existing.

“Are you going to the camping trip?” Shinso observed you curiously.

“I’m not sure.” You shrugged your shoulders. “I think it would be too early for me to participate in team-building exercises.”

“You should go. It’s easier to get to know other people and…” He rubs the back of his neck, just like he did in high school. Classic Shinso. “I’m going too. It would be nice to talk again.”

“Because the last time we promised to talk went swimmingly.” You ssid, a little too much venom in your words. You couldn’t help it; your nerves were on fire.

“I know… I’m so-“

“No.” You cut him off. “This time was my fault. I prioritized my job over you and I’m sorry for that.”

“Well, it didn’t help your boss was an egotistical obnoxious prick.” He grinned.

You laughed. “Yeah, that too.”

An awkward silence fell between you two. You felt like it was the last day of school all over again. Finally talking again but feeling dreadful because you know in the back of your head there was no way you would be more than what you were when you met him.

You heard the group Shinso was with interrupt the awkward silence to call his name.

“Damn it.” He clenched his fist and turned to you. “I have to go. Please consider going on that trip. I’ll even let you hang out with me if you get shy around the team.”

You scoffed. “Please. I don’t need help talking to people. I was the one who talked to you first, remember?”

“Of course. I’d… never forget you.”

You could practically feel your blood pressure increase. Damn. When did he get so smooth?

“Just think about it.” He said as he turned to leave, “I’ll be waiting.”

All you could do was watch as he walked away to join the other heroes.

You let out a deep breath and try to believe that you were actually talking to Shinso again. You hope you weren’t dreaming, only to wake up alone and with a shitty job again. You take a couple deeper breaths.

No. This is real. Shit, this is real.

You fast walked out the door before the small happy tears that welled up in your eyes fell.

#shinso x reader #shinsou x reader #shinso hitoshi #shinsou hitoshi #oocwrites #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #bnha x reader #xreader

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lycorogue · 5 years

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Tag Game: Authors

Tagged by: @livrever

Author name: I make life easy for everyone. I’m LycoRogue just about everywhere.

Fandoms I write for: I mostly write for Miraculous Ladybug, starting in the fandom late 2017. In the past (about 2010-2013), I was almost exclusively writing for the “Hey, Arnold!” fandom. While not as many, I’ve also started up some Fruits Basket stories once the reboot began airing last year. Beyond those normal fandoms, I’ve also thrown in random fics for any old thing that has caught my attention: a couple of stories for the Enderverse series, a random story based on a song about zombies, a one-shot teaser about a Cirque du Soleil show, and oddly only one Legend of Zelda story even though that’s probably my favorite fandom outside of ML. I’ve also had some “fanfics” that were MOSTLY original works based vaguely in the worlds of pre-established properties, such as backstories and side stories for my D&D characters, a short-lived attempt to recap the World of Darkness - Vampire: The Masquerade LARP I was in, and stories for the original characters I created for an X-Men play-by-post. The PbP, called X-Future, was a game where all of the playable characters were OCs that only occasionally interact with canon Marvel characters.

Where I post: You can find my works here on Tumblr (tag #LycoRogue Fanfic), over on AO3, on FFN, and - if you’re desperate - I still post to DA.

Most popular one-shot: Based only on AO3′s stats, it would be my Lukanette birthday gift for @thetauruspixie: I Was Thinking of You (As of 3/6/20: it has 1773 hits and 208 kudos)

OK, this became long because that’s just who I am... 9_9 So... if you want to know more about me, check below the break. ^_^

Favorite story I wrote: I have a multi-chapter story and a one-shot. Both are for ML. The multi-chapter story is Peeping Tomcat, and it is my magnum opus! It started off as one of the first-ever fanfics I wrote for the fandom, and then I realized it had LOADS more story to tell. It is the first multi-chapter story I’ve completed, despite starting and abandoning about a half-dozen before it. This is my baby! The story is about Chat Noir checking in on Marinette once when he thought she was in danger, and then got addicted to innocently spying on her in her bedroom in order to learn more about her while she’s relaxed and most “herself”. I have a sequel that has been in the works for nearly 2yrs now. Yes, I AM still working on the sequel One and the Same, in case any of my readers were nervous about that....

The one-shot is Build Your Own Luck which is a headcanon story about where I believe that lucky charm bracelet Marinette gave Adrien originally came from. It’s a sweet family-bonding story that I loved so much that I’m tying it into my Peeping Tomcat canon. The story behind The BraceletTM will appear in One and the Same.

I also really love one of those “mostly original” stories for X-Future. It was a story originally written by @cyhyr‘s spouse, but when I corrected him on how my character Willow would have truly acted in that situation we decided to make it a collab story. Then it became monstrous, and I think I overwhelmed him. So it’s kind of been in limbo for a few years, but I periodically go back to that project every couple of months, really wanting to get it back down to a manuscript he can manage so we can complete it. For anyone interested, the as-of-now-unofficially-abandoned story is Please, Let Me Explain. In the roleplay, his character Devon left the Xavier Institute to find out more about the parents that abandoned him as an infant. About 1/2hr later, the school gets destroyed in an attack, and the surviving students and faculty believe Devon had something to do with it. Two years later, Devon returns to the school, surprised to find out there were any survivors after spending the last 20 months or so “avenging” all of the students’ deaths. My character Willow is pissed at Devon. He wants to prove his innocence to her. Things are complicated....

Story I was nervous to post: I mean, I’m always nervous to put my heart and soul out there; screaming into the void. Especially when I write things that are more original-leaning. Or when I’m writing gifts for people, especially for those fandom exchanges. Those are terrifying because you know virtually nothing about the person you’re writing for, so you don’t truly know if they’ll like it. I still have a couple of stories that resulted in complete radio-silence from the receiver.

The one I was MOST nervous about though? Probably one I’m still nervous about sharing here. It’s my first-ever published smut for a fandom I didn’t even know existed until last summer and has seemingly died off since the book series completed back in like 2012. My story is called Sparks for the Moment and is for the story Bitterblue within the Seven Kingdoms Trilogy (also known as the Graceling Series). It’s a bittersweet sex scene that takes place between canonical scenes at the end of the story, so beware spoilers.

How do I choose titles: Oh lord, how DO I choose titles!? It’s usually a truly grueling process because I try to stick to 4 rules of thumb: 1. Something that is significant to the story, be it an item or a phrase or a theme, etc. 2. Something that gives you an idea of the feel of the story based on the title (I have no clue if I ever succeeded on this) 3. Something easy to remember; generally less than 5 words long. 4. A title that isn’t already being used by another author (this makes things REAL tricky)

Do you outline? Ummmmm.... Once upon a time? No. I was a full-on pantser. Then, more-or-less when I was working on Peeping Tomcat I became more of a plantser. I now have a skeleton of what I want to write, and try to get as much figured out as I can, only for the characters to go “HAHAHA. Nope.” and then I just kinda follow them.

Complete: 35

Cirque du Soleil (1) Dungeons & Dragons (Roleplaying Game) (2) Enderverse (2) Fruits Basket (4) Hey Arnold! (7) Re: Your Brains - Jonathan Coulton (Song) (1) The Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild (1) Miraculous Ladybug (16) Seven Kingdoms Trilogy - Kristin Cashore (1)

Incomplete (I added this one for ReasonsTM):

Pseudo LoZ and Fable crossover original hybrid thing (1) Hey Arnold! (1) World of Darkness - Vampire: The Masquerade (1)

In progress: After unofficially abandoning so many stories, I’ve stopped publishing any until the whole story is written and just needs one last polish. That was how I managed to get Peeping Tomcat done. That said, I have a couple of irons in the fire.

Main WIP: One and the Same Current WIP: Love Square Fluff Week 2020 (an exception to the “wait til it’s all written rule) Random On-going WIP: I Don’t Care (I never intended this to be an on-going story, but there you have it) “Backburner” WIPs: > What Is Truly Meant To Be (A HA! story I unintentionally abandoned in 2013) > X-Future: The Second Generation Begins (My recapping of the X-Future game) > X-Future Snippets (Random one-shot stories in the X-Future universe) > Please, Let Me Explain (The aforementioned X-Future collab)

Plunnies: > When Love Matters (a retelling of the ML series if Gabriel actually was a loving father) > A collab with @thetauruspixie to write a Fu-centric story telling of his travels through Europe with the Miracle Box and his love affair with Marianne

Do you take prompts? I’ll be honest, I struggle a touch with prompts, but I like challenging myself. One of the reasons I’m doing the gift exchanges. So, if you have a prompt idea, I’d love to hear it. See if it inspires me. :D

Upcoming project I’m most excited about: When Love Matters. I wanted to work on that between breaks, while I had time to backtrack before more episodes aired. Considering how long OatS is taking though, I might not get to start his project until about the time S4 starts. 9_9

Tagging but you are under no obligations to participate: @thetauruspixie, @cyhyr, @chibisunnie, @rikareena, @coffeecomicsgalore, @chanceuseladynoire, @zenmisery, @i-am-the-niece-of-satan (I know some of you are socially anxious, so again, you are under NO OBLIGATION to participate. I just figured people might be interested in knowing more about you)

Also, if you write and want to answer, assume I’m tagging you as well. I’d love to know more about your writing.

#Tumblr games #tag games #writing #LycoRogue writing #get to know me #long post

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spacenerrrd · 5 years

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The Courtroom

Word Count: 1097 Warnings: Mention of Deceit (once, not a character), breakdown, being ignored, mentions of being left out, basically just a bunch of angst

Thank you @sidespromptblog for their post that prompted this idea

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“Of course you suggested a salad Logan.”

“Not just a salad. Of course we need protein for a well rounded meal so we should have some baked chicken.”

Roman groaned. “YAWWNNN! We should just get Chinese takeout!”

“But Thomas should be eating consistently healthy as the fresh food will-”

“Borrringggg! We don’t do it very often, just let the poor man eat his favourite tonight!”

Logan turned to Patton for support, but was greeted with a weak smile.

“I really do miss their dumplings…”

“Exactly! Virgil, you agree with us don’t you?”

Logan turned to face the anxious side who just shrugged. “He has been nervous about his work recently… Maybe this might help him.”

“Right! So we’re gonna order a dish of dumplings, spring rolls, rice crackers-”

“With the amount you are going to order he will feel sluggish and guilty for eating so much unhealthy food.” Roman rolled his eyes. “No he won’t, it’s only this once he’ll be fine.” He turned around and walked into the kitchen to order.

Patton gave a soft smile to Logan. “Next time you can choose the meal we pick,” he patted his shoulder before following Roman.

“That’s what you said last time too,” Logan mumbled.

Virgil shuffled his feet a bit, not making eye contact with Logan. “Sorry, I-”

“It’s fine Virgil, I understand,” Logan interrupted Virgil apology.

Virgil gave an awkward nod before scattering into the kitchen with the others.

Logan watched them go off, laughing at something Roman said that he didn’t quite catch. He probably wouldn’t of understood the joke anyway. He never does.

Logan didn’t participate during family dinner time. He passed it off that he was feeling unwell, and before Patton could pull the puppy eye trick on him, he had sunk out of the room. But he wasn’t going to his room. Instead, he rose in the middle of the courtroom. He stood in front of where Roman sat as the judge, just a mere week ago. He turned his head slightly to look at the witness box, where he had been brought up as evidence for Deceit’s case.

Even though he was the most qualified to help them do it properly.

Even though they knew he liked to play pretend for the sake of knowledge after he opened up to them.

Logan closed his eyes, adjusted his tie and cleared his throat. When he reopened them, they burnt. They burnt with a sense of passion, fuelled with anger and a hidden sadness.

Then he let loose.

“Would you like to explain to me why they won’t listen to me?” His voice boomed, echoing in the empty room. “How no matter how many times I am proven right, they won’t take my advice? Why I’m always cast to the side?” He stepped forward, hands slamming against the front of the witness stand as what little control he had broke as he started to scream. “Why is it that no matter how many palm cards I make to assist me with understanding their language, that they just don’t love me? It’s so obvious that I try so hard! The evidence is there! I’ve opened up to them, I have followed their stupid ideas to please them, yet nothing is reciprocated! Why does this even affect me?! Why does this hurt!? I don’t want to… to feel this anymore.” His eyes were watering now, his yells starting to go raw. But his voice quieted down to a whisper, as any louder would make him crack “How do I make this go away?”

He stood there for at least ten minutes, allowing the shaking that was going through his arms calm down and stopping the speed at which his chest was rising and falling. Once he was able to take a deep breath without it being caught in the lump in his throat, he slowly started to move. His feet took him up the step and sat him in the seat behind the witness stand. He tucked the chair in and stared out. He looked out to where Virgil sat in the Jury, eyes gazing over to where Deceit and Patton played the lawyers.

Where he should of been.

Logan’s gaze went up beside him, where Roman ridiculed him and laughed at him for being hurt. For being lied at and for being left out. Again.

Finally, his eyes fell to the back of the room, to the seat that he was forced to. Out of the scenario, where everyone else got to participate but him. The only time he got involved was when he was used to correct and check information.

“That’s all I’m good for, that’s why,” He mumbled. “That’s all they keep me around for. Because I’m needed to correct information. They don’t want me. They need me, but they’re never going to love me.” Tears fell from his eyes, his voice wavering. “I… I l-love them… and it all hurts so much… I am done being used. I don’t just want to be their pawn. I am just so, so tired. These emotions are exhausting. I’m logic and yet I feel… this.”

Logan had to take a second, taking a deep breath because he was going to break but dear god did he have so much more.

“I don’t know how long I can keep going like this. Where every decision of mine is belittled and I’m constantly left out. Where I’m called apart of their family because they need me, when in reality th-they… I’m not… I just want… I want to be apart of the fa-family… and I can’t go much longer pretending I’m fine that I’m n-not…”

That was where Logan shattered.

He leant forward on his arms as he started to sob. It rippled through his body and shook him of everything he had. His saw throat cried out more as he choked on everything he had been holding in and all his suffering. He lost track of how long he had been sitting there, feeling disgusting at how he expressed his emotion. How it shattered every bit of him. Slowly, when someone the sobbing stopped and the tears had slowed down, Logan could no longer keep his eyes open. They inevitably closed from the weight of emotional turmoil and exhaustion, pulling him into a deep slumber. In his sleep, he would slowly pick up the pieces of his broken self. Then he would spend the morning stitching himself back together, piece by piece until his mask was perfect in place again.

Until he shattered yet again.

~~~

A/N: Well That Hurt.

And now, the tags (thank to the people who asked to be tagged, it was pretty nice uwu):

@emologan

@kastrefeila

@tacohippy56900

@ambersky0319

@smolgoblinsstuff

Fanders Logan Tag list:

@thats-so-crash

@Ffsas-side-account

@lo-brokeit

@yonnie-boy

@unknownsandersfan

@sanders-sides-shambles

@pandagirl0730

@bubblegum-borb

@the-feels-are-coming

@starry-eyed-haiku-dreamer

@logically-asexual

@hanramz-the-fander

@ahoardofsides

@callboxkat

@faacethefacts

@angered-turtle

@anachronistic-cat

@reba-andthesides

@AskolotlQuestions

@crankywhenprovoked

@katatles-the-fish

@ispeakhalflies

@dib-leo-pard

@sassy-in-glasses

@elvishfrenchassassin

@ocotopushugs

@goodonebadgirl

@kirsten-the-freak

@haikyuupaladin

@weird-short-person

@thisisshien

@lepardlover

@someshinningideas

@angeliclogan

@nightlovechild

@siriuswhiskers

@anastasialestina

@i-will-physically-fight-you

@ace-v-p-d

@radioactivebread

@theshipqueenarrives

@allthemetalsoftherainbow

@dudlebuggs

@cinquefoilelove

@rptheturk

@ono-its-ryane

@evilmuffin

@k9cat

@theresneverenoughfandoms

@raisin-oatmeal-cookie

@hamster-corn

@roman-is-a-dramatic-prince

@vulnerablevirgil

@confinesofpersonalknowledge

@candiukas

@thought-u-said-dragon-queen

@muontsy2

@katesattic

@toujours-fidele

@planetsanders

@anonymouseandkeyboard

@logan-exe

@jughead-is-canonically-aroace

@justmyshitandmoreshit

@blaikleethepanagender

@runyou-cleverboy-andremember

@heck-im-lost

@ultimate-queen-of-fandoms2

@beetlequail

@johnlockandrarry

@moltengoldenstardust

@analogical-mess

#hjdhjdshd #wow so this is uh #hurts #angst #sander sides #sander sides fanfic #logan sanders #deceit mention #owie #the courtroom

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bpro-cardstories · 5 years

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Goshi Kaneshiro Kizuna 03

2019 ー Christmas Promise [上を目指して]

“ To me, my first impression of you was the worst.”

Part 1 | Part 2

‘Ashu, where’s the remote control?’

‘The remote? Eh~hmm.. Here!’

‘Thanks’

‘Gouchin wants to watch TV, how rare! What do you watch?’

‘Yesterday’s recording’

‘Yesterday’s… You mean the live broadcast of the music program?’, Kento inquires.

‘Yeah’

‘It was the first time, we performed a new song live ~ Alright, let’s watch it together!!’, Yuta decides on his own.

‘Ha? You guys can watch it later on your own. I need to concentrate ー’

‘Ah, wait! I will prepare some juice ~!’, Yuta is unfazed by Goshi’s words.

‘Yuta, bring me some mineral water’, Kento says.

‘Ok ~!’

‘Tsk, they never listen…’

Then the door chime rings. THRIVE wonders who it might be since they don’t expect guests for today. Against expectations, Tsubasa vists them.

‘Thank you. I’m sorry for the intrusion’

‘Tsubasa, welcome. What’s the matter?’, Kento welcomes her warmly.

‘Because I had work nearby, I was thinking about the material of the next job…’

‘I’m sorry to come in on your free day. I’ll just explain some things and will go back immediately’, Tsubasa explains to them.

‘You don’t need to be in such a rush. Would it be much trouble if you took a small break?’, Kento gently suggests to her.

‘That’s it! We wanted to watch yesterday’s live recording of the music program just now. Tsubasa-chan, do you want to see it too?’

‘No, I will go in a bit…’

‘Well, you watch it too’, Goshi says with a few words.

‘Is it alright?’

‘If it’s watching together, whether it’s three or four people, isn’t it the same.

That’s about it, now sit down’, Goshi tells her.

‘Thank you very much. Then, I will accept your offer…’

With that Yuta enthusiastically starts playing the recording. But instead of being to watch it quietly as he intended to, Goshi is bothered by the talk of his teammates. Both Kento and Yuta are satisfied with the performance, complimenting each other. The youngest member also has kind words for Goshi. He is praised for his smile during the show, and his idol-like appeal that he seemed to have gotten used to now.

Yuta then remembers how it was not always the case. Long ago, when they were young Goshi had a hard time opening up to the camera. It got better as he turned into an adult. Goshi rather doesn’t want to speak about the past.

‘Gochin looked even more on edge than now when he joined Bambi, right ♪’

‘M-more than now?’, Tsubasa asks a bit surprised.

‘.... Ah? What do you mean with ‘more than now’?’

‘Wait Goshi, don’t intimidate Tsubasa’, Kento tells Goshi to watch his tone.

‘I’m not intimidating!’

‘I-I’m sorry… But, I can hardly imagine what Kaneshiro-san was like during the Bambi time’, she tries to explain.

‘Gochin during Bambi was ~ … His face was scary, but he was diligent and tough!’, Yuta remembers back.

‘Well, unexpectedly, he was the type to do everything without fail and with much precision’, Kento adds to the talk.

‘Diligently and without fail… Hearing that, it didn’t seem to have changed much from back then…’, Tsubasa thinks aloud.

‘Surely, this probably didn’t changed much. But generally speaking, he always had a tense expression. Some children were scared’.

Kento tells further that Goshi was originally not an idol, and didn’t know what to do with it. For him it was just stupid talk and he was not interested in this business, Goshi adds. Tsubasa understands, however she still wonders why he went to the casting when he wasn’t interested in it to begin with. The story behind his participation is simple, back then he wanted to do music and looked for a place to do so. His seniors gave him a flyer for an audition without knowing that it was for Bambi or what Bambi was.

‘So, if you had known it was for Bambi, you wouldn’t have applied?’, Yuta asks.

Goshi confirms more or less, he thought it would be a failure anyways. Kento rather has harsh words for him. In his opinion, if he had such an unpleasant expression like Goshi all the time he would have given up immediately. Tsubasa wonders why he continued even though it was more uncomfortable than enjoyable for him.

‘I guess, I was expecting that I could concentrate on music someday. If you keep going, surely chances will come eventually’, Goshi explains.

‘Hee ~.... The Gochin from that time already thought about that’.

‘....Which reminds me, during startings and breaks Goshi was in a bad temper the whole time but during practice he always was serious. I didn’t understand this difference at all. He was a weird guy, I thought’, Kento reminisces.

‘Geez, if you do practice sloppily, then there is no meaning to it. That’s why, no matter how reluctant I was, as soon as practice started I went in with all my energy’, Goshi counters.

‘That’s how Gochin is!’

‘Aa, what a bothersome place’, Kento comments.

‘Leave me alone’, Goshi gives back as a reply.

‘Fufu, but it’s thanks to your diligence, the current Kaneshiro-san exists, right’, Tsubasa compliments him.

‘Aa,... maybe. Besides, I wasn’t always in a bad temper’.

‘I was happy when I could do voice training. It was satisfying how I was able to do the things, I wanted to do’, Goshi tells with a smile.

‘Speaking of which, during Bambi, you also could choose an instrument’, Tsubasa remarks.

‘Aa, in that sense, I think Bambi was an environment where I could improve myself’.

‘Certainly, it was an environment where you could get as much as you wanted if you had ambition. That I was able to practice the piano was a big help as well. If I didn’t, I wouldn’t be able to move my fingers like now’, Kento agrees.

‘Hee~, everyone practiced a lot in various ways. I enjoyed dancing, that’s all I did’, Yuta thinks back himself.

‘I was the opposite, I wasn’t good in dance lessons’, Goshi admits.

‘Gochin, you were poor at dancing, weren’t you’, Yuta says with a mischievous expression.

‘Eh, is that so? I can’t imagine it now…’, Tsubasa voices her surprise.

‘Gee, I’ve never done dancing before. While we are at it, I didn’t have any interest in studying performance at first’, Goshi tries to defend his younger self.

‘But I couldn’t avoid it for forever… I was able to do it sooner or later’.

Yuta continues to talk about his fond memories. Back then, when he returned to the dormitory he would review the day with everyone. Goshi however wasn’t as enthusiastic, it was more bothersome for him to do same thing from morning to evening. Kento agrees with his teammate. Yuta is shocked at this reveal, he thought everyone had fun just like him.

Goshi remarks how Yuta was able to talk with everyone without much hesitation. He clearly was the mood maker, Kento adds to the former’s remark. For Yuta it was natural since everyone was nervous so he thought, it might have been relaxing for everyone if he talked to them. Again, it didn’t worked for Goshi. Rather than being pleased, he was annoyed at Yuta’s behaviour.

‘To me, my first impression of you was the worst’, Goshi says matter-of-factly.

‘Eeeh ~ !? That’s a lie, a lie!’

‘It’s not a lie!’

Goshi was fairly annoyed at how Yuta kept tagging along and asked him questions out of nowhere.

‘That’s because Gochin was always alone!

「I am a lone wolf… Don’t come closer」 that’s how it looked like!’, Yuta imitates Goshi’s past self.

‘Oi, are you taking me as a fool?’

‘The Goshi from that time somehow was like, ‘leave me alone’, right ~

Well, it’s still like that!’.

‘Haa…? What’s that about…’

‘Fuu… You should know’, Kento replies with a smirk.

‘Ha?’

‘Nothing. Alright, it’s about time I go back to my room’, Kento says in a nonchalant tone.

‘Tch, what the…’

‘Well, well, calm down, Gochin ー Oh, a call from Ryu-chan. Hello ~ ♪’

‘.......’

‘Ah… ehm… Everyone’s gone, huh’

‘Geez, I can finally concentrate. Gonna watch it from the start again’, Goshi says in tired tone.

‘You should too’, he prompts Tsubasa to watch it together with him.

‘Yes, of course!’

To be continued….

#b project #b-project #goshi kaneshiro #kizuna #goshi kizuna #thrive #myps #kizuna 2019

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sombrcstar · 5 years

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le rules:

1. Themes might very with this blog. It’ll typically be SFW, but there will likely be dark themes, violence and swearing.

Things will be tagged! I’ll try my best, anyways. If you want something in particular tagged, please let me know. The format I use for tagging is, for example, tw: swearing.

I don’t have any triggers but I do ask you tag all of your NSFW content.

That said, I won’t do anything NSFW - gore is okay, though.

I’m of age.

2. I’ll pretty much interact with anyone, including canon, AU, Crossover, and original characters.

If it’s a crossover, I have to know the fandom and be at least a little bit confident with it. This is so I’m able to work with you, our thread and have muse for it.

No godmodding or Mary-Sues, please.

3. Please don’t rush me for starters or responses.

I have a lot of blogs. Pretty much an understatement - so I’m pretty busy with stuff, and it’s all dependent on what muse I have. Motivation and life also exist.

Please note the mun deals with anxiety and depression - this might affect how frequently she roleplays.

Chances are, I’ve probably has seen that bit of interactivity and just haven’t gotten around to responding yet.

My roleplaying style being para/multi-para, I may take a while to respond. I hoard drafts like a dragon - it’s really just the motivation to write and ship those out.

Additionally, if I don’t end up responding to an ask or something, the case might just be I don’t have the muse for it, or I’m not interested in the thread. Apologies!

4. Shippings? I honestly don’t ship much with Ford, except maybe Fiddauthor. Not sure - depends how things work out, but I’m not actively looking for ships for him.

Please don’t force anything on my character in that regard.

I do not ship incestuous ships. Please don’t follow/interact if you do - since I roleplay Stanford specifically, seeing that stuff makes me especially uncomfortable.

The ship has to have chemistry; I’m generally shipping trash, but if they don’t click, they don’t click, sorry.

This is a multi-ship blog, meaning there will be more than one ship without them conflicting with eachother.

If you want to ship and I already have a ship of your choosing going with a duplicate, please don’t hesitate to hmu! My ships aren’t exclusive and each character/relationship portrayal is unique to me!

Relationships are eternal until you deem otherwise.

5. Whilst I am of age, I’m not aiming for sexual content on this blog (and will not be dealing with fetishes). That stuff makes me uncomfortable, and I typically don’t recommend pulling it with my character if you’re interacting with me. Nonetheless, should it arise, I will tag it appropriately.

6. About reblogs…

I am not a meme source, and reblogs clog up my activity. Please reblog any memes you find on this blog from their SOURCE. The exception to this rule is if there is no source; go ahead.

I don’t feel comfortable with Personals reblogging my IC posts, so please don’t do that.

A few times is fine, as it happens, but repeatedly breaking these rules will result in me soft blocking you.

I try to participate in reblog karma as much as I can, but always reblog from the source/a meme source.

If a post or ask is for you, you’re free to reblog it to save it though - but only if you’re an rp blog!

7. I’m a para / multi-para blog, novella if I’m adventurous and have time. Whilst I may roleplay crack threads with shorter responses, this does not apply to all threads I write. This means:

I write my replies as detailed as I can muster.

Short responses (such as one-liners) in more serious threads where I’ve written a decent deal can instantly kill my muse for that thread.

Whilst I’d prefer for partners to at least somewhat match my length, it’s entirely up to you - just try your best and make sure you give me enough to work with. ♡

If my muse happens to go nuts out of nowhere - like, overboard - don’t stress too much about matching them.

If para roleplays are not your forte at all, it’s not recommended you roleplay with me seriously. Anything else outside that is fine, though - we can still have fun outside of proper threads.

8. Threads typically happen naturally with me, but if you’re looking for interaction opportunities, you’re free to hit me up with any starter meme prompts I reblog.

Starter calls? HIT ‘EM UP, FRIENDS.

I reblogged a starter meme? Send something! If I’m interested, I’ll answer it!

I generally default to post-canon, or whatever verse might work for a starter - but if you have a specific one in mind, please tell me!

If you’re going to respond to an ask, please make a new thread. If it’s not feasible at your end, I’ll do it for you - but I don’t generally roleplay through that format.

I may not roleplay with every starter I am given - I’ll do a ‘background check’ if you’re a new blog on the block. If I don’t feel your writing style/length matches mine, I might not respond. Apologies. ;__;

In that sense, I don’t recommend writing starters for me unless we’ve discussed something. I don’t like to leave anyone hanging.

IMs are open to mutuals, if you want to do any in-depth plotting.

9. Guidelines on mains and relationships:

If we’re mutuals and we interact a lot, you’re welcome to ask me if I’d like to be your main! You can check my relationship page to see what spots are free!

Please don’t be offended if I deny, though; I typically want to pick those I trust to be my mains as well as people I can comfortably write with.

Not limited to them! I roleplay with duplicates galore so don’t be afraid to hit me up if you want to interact!

Pre-established relationships are a-okay in my book; if you have an idea for a relationship between our muses we can work towards, hit me up! I reblog those pre-established relationship memes every so often too. Romantic relationships link back to the shipping guidelines.

Also, friendship/family relationships are EXTREMELY valid to me so don’t feel scared about asking for them. Chances are, I’ll always be down!

10. If you have any issues, please let me know and hopefully we can resolve it!

Mun is actually super nice, so don’t be afraid to hit her up!

IM-ed me and I haven’t responded? Social anxiety is a jerk and it’s exhausting for me to communicate sometimes. Know that I’ve seen your message and will get around to it eventually!

Please leave me out of drama; I’m here to have a good time, as is everyone else, and it pains me to see people arguing.

11. It’s easier with a clean dash for me, so I’m more likely to follow people who:

Trim their posts.

Don’t spam reblog memes.

Have rules and about pages! I always read those before interacting or following!

12. On threads…

If you’re not interested in a thread anymore, and would like to drop it, please let me know! I’d feel terrible if we’re both not having fun with it or if partners feel overwhelmed with the amount of threads we have.

Honestly, unless I let you know, our threads have no expiry date - so no need to worry about me dropping them without telling you. I can just be quite slow sometimes.

13. Mun does not equal muse! Anything my character might say does not reflect on how I think unless I explicitly say so.

14. The mun can be absolutely TERRIBLE at breaking the ice. If she follows you, she’d like to interact - but she’s super nervous about approaching people.

15. These rules may be subject to change.

Please like this post if you’ve read the rules! You don’t have to, but it’s of personal reassurance to me if you have.

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how’d we end up on a road we never took (chapter 3)

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Kate doesn’t know quite yet whether she would rather be cheering right now.

It’s been half an hour and Riley has not stopped interrogating Eva.

Annleigh won’t stop reminding Riley about the no significant others during official cheer activities rule, but Riley insists this is an exception because it can be a learning experience.

Cairo is glaring at Eva so hard that Kate thinks she might burn a hole in her head.

That just leaves Chess, Farrah, and Kate in tense silence while Reese tries to make conversation.

“Guys I think we can be really good this year if we have the right attitude,” Reese says with a giant smile. Kate resists her natural urge to roll her eyes and instead just nods. She feels bad for the mascot who has tried out for the team every year to no avail. Kate knows Reese deserves to be on the team more than most people, more than herself even, but is too scared to say it out loud.

Chess and Farrah don’t even respond. The two girls rarely speak around each other after the incident. Farrah hates Chess for dropping her, and Chess feels so bad that she just stays quiet around the younger girl.

The sad part is that Kate knows if things went slightly differently, they could have been there for each other. Chess has always been the resident mom friend, and she had talked with Kate about how she wanted to take Farrah under her wing. How they could go to rehab together and finally get better. But that was before the Tigers went viral.

That’s just the bullshit that’s high school, Kate thinks, one bad thing feels like the whole world is crumbling down.

Reese goes on and on and on as Kate doesn’t listen but pretends like she is until it’s finally halftime. As soon as the clock hits zero Kate jumps up and says, “Eva and I are going to get some concessions.”

“Is that codeword for make out in the bathroom?” Farrah mutters as Eva and Kate awkwardly stare at each other.

“Why do you always have to do that?” Annleigh asks as she looks at her sister. They begin to bicker, and Kate uses that as their cue to leave.

“Eva I am so sorry I should have warned you how much of a mess our team is,” Kate says as they leave the bleachers.

“It’s fine, West High isn’t much better believe it or not. “

“No way, you guys are so good?”

“We have so much drama Kate. And they didn’t take it very well when I came out and stuff,” Eva says with a sadness to her voice.

“Eva that’s horrible I’m sorry. Here Riley just likes to remind us that we are all accepted no matter what color of the rainbow with which we identify as she stares at me and Cairo stares at her,” Kate says with a laugh.

Eva chuckles and says, “Yeah I thought Cairo was actually going to murder me there for a second.”

“She’s so in love with Riley and refuses to see it, it’s ridiculous.”

“They’d be such a cute couple.”

The girls talk about the Tigers squad as they get to the concession stand. Eva gets a bad of M&M’s while Kate gets Airhead Xtremes and Twizzlers as Eva pulls out her wallet. Kate begins to take out some cash, but Eva stops her.

“You got the coffee earlier, I got this,” Eva says as she hands the cashier the money.

“Thanks Eva,” Kate says opening her Airheads.

“I can’t say I’m not judging the fact that you want Twizzlers though.”

“They aren’t for me,” Kate explains, “They’re for Chess. She loves them.” Eva looks at her questioningly as Kate continues, “Don’t look at me it’s not my fault Chess has negative tastebuds.”

The girls make their way back to the cheerleaders as halftime comes to a close. Kate chucks the Twizzlers at an unsuspecting Chess, who laughs at being hit smack dab in the middle of her head.

Surprisingly, the rest of the game goes by uneventfully. Cairo has finally captured Riley’s attention as the girls have a conversation with Annleigh, Farrah, and Reese leaving Chess, Kate, and Eva to themselves.

Kate is shocked at how easy conversation comes with Eva. The only person she’s ever been able to talk to for hours on end and enjoy herself is Chess. But between the three of them, Kate forgets that she’s supposed to be the gloomy one in the group.

As Chess and Eva talk about skateboarding Kate tunes out for a second. She thinks about how much she’s enjoying being around Eva. All she can do is hope they can remain friends after their staged breakup because she can see their trio becoming a solid unit.

The game ends with the Tigers losing 46-0 and Riley brings all the girls in for a departing pep talk.

“So you all already know Cairo and I are conducting auditions for a new freshman tomorrow after school which means the annual sleepover will be Saturday! Think about ways in which we can use our spirit to make the school a better place. See you all there!”

Kate raises her eyebrows in mock excitement as Riley finishes her speech.

Eva grabs Kate’s hand as the rest of girls go their separate ways. Kate knows they agreed holding hands was alright, but it still shocks her and causes her heart to beat ever so quickly.

You’re just nervous, holding hands is new territory, Kate tells herself.

Chess approaches the duo, “Kate is Eva giving you a ride or do you want me to take you home?”

“I can do it-” Eva begins but Kate interrupts, “Eva you live on the other side of town. Chess is a few houses down from me it’ll be easier.” Eva nods and Kate realizes she doesn’t quite know how to say goodbye.

It’s just Chess who’s with them, so they don’t have to sell their relationship in this moment, but Kate still doesn’t know what to do. Do they hug? Do they wave? A kiss on the cheek or something similar seems like something a couple would do, but they agreed kissing was passing a line.

Luckily Eva isn’t as awkward as Kate, so she squeezes the girl’s hand as she walks away towards her own car. Kate smiles as she walks away, and Chess watches her friend’s gaze.

Kate gets into Chess’s car with a cheesy smile on her face, one that’s usually reserved for Chess's antics, but now it belongs to Eva too.

Chess begins to drive before she says anything to smaller girl.

“Kate can you promise me something?”

“Yeah…” Kate replies suspicious but trusting of her friend.

“Just, please take care of your heart.” Kate is a bit confused by the statement and doesn’t respond so Chess continues, “You don’t fall for people often but when you do it’s hard and you get reckless with your own feelings.”

“Chess I’m not actually dating Eva, you know that. This arrangement won’t hurt anyone.”

“I know. I just wanted to make sure,” Chess says earnestly.

And Kate wouldn’t accept anyone else’s advice like this, but this is Chess and everything is different when she’s with her best friend.

“Thanks for always looking after me Chess. I don’t know what I’m gonna do without you.”

“It’s only college Kate and we still have a whole year left together,” Chess says glancing at Kate as they pull into her driveway.

The girls say their goodbyes for the night as Kate makes her way towards her room.

As she’s getting ready for bed, she sees that Eva texted her.

Eva: I had fun tonight, thanks for letting me tag along

Kate: if you had fun tonight you might be a psychopath and in that case this isn’t gonna work out

Eva: Ok Riley was a little intense, but I enjoyed talking to you and Chess.

Kate: ig that’s fair we are the most fun people on the team

Eva: Oh in that case I’m so lucky I ended up with you

Eva: I mean like being friends with you out of everyone else

Kate: well in my case i’m lucky i ended up friends with the pizza girl

Kate: you better get me free pizza

Eva: I don’t think that’s allowed

Kate: i'm breaking up with you

Eva: Lol, goodnight Kate

Kate: night

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The next day goes by uneventful. Luckily Kate doesn’t have to participate in tryouts so she only had to go to her classes and could go home right after. Unluckily, however, is that both Chess and Eva are working so Kate has no one to hang out with.

So instead she takes some self-care time before she has to deal with the sleepover tomorrow.

Kate is really not looking forward to it. She can name at least ten different ways to die that are bound to be less painful than a night with the squad.

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Before she has too much time to overthink it, Kate finds herself getting into Chess’s car to make their way to the sleepover Saturday night.

“Please please please can we just go back to your house instead and have our own sleepover,” Kate begs.

“Kate we’ve been over this,” Chess says as she lists the reasons why this is a good thing. Unfortunately Riley only lives about five minutes away so Kate doesn’t have a long enough ride to persuade Chess to bail.

They park on the street outside Riley’s house and Kate tries one final attempt to get Chess to leave with her. Chess once again refuses and they walk towards the Williams’s home together, waiting to see what the night might bring.

#we are the tigers #we are the tigers fanfiction #how'd we end up on a road we never took #watt #my writing #kate x eva

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