#so sorry about being this much of a nerd. not really but. wow that got long. mm vulnerability my behated

[wolfiesmoon]

What a fate

Ran x good girl! reader

this is a part 2 to my fic "i can't sleep", dont worry i'm feeding ur families they will no longer starve. apparently people are really into ran considering how many notes that fic of mine got (and who can blame them honestly)

unrelated but i cant believe it took me this long to get into housewife radio by ghost i love the horror vibes because of course i do

You've had a turbulent few days recently. Ever since you agreed to do that stupid dare Ran hasn't left you alone.

He did promise to do so but you didn't think he was actually serious about "making you his". How could you let this happen?

Things turned out completely opposite to what you expected, though. Instead of dragging you to his gang meeting to beat the crap out of you, he's taking you there to threaten his lackeys that if they even so much as lay a finger on his girl (you), they'd feel hell on earth.

You suppose that it's nice that he wants to protect you but you feel extremely out of place and uncomfortable at a gang meeting of all places.

Your parents think you're studying at a library right now. Somehow, you feel like you're commiting a crime.

You also met his brother at that meeting.

It seems being a good-for-nothing delinquent runs in their family. You feel sorry for their parents. If they even have them.

"Wow, I would've never thought the nerd would be your type." Rindou teased Ran. Actually, maybe it was both of you he was teasing.

"She's the one that kissed me first." Ran smirked at you.

"You're the worst. Both of you." you furrowed your brows, not finding either of them amusing in the slightest.

"Your girlfriend hates you, man. Personally I would not put up with that." Rindou seemed disinterested, checking his nails as he said that.

"I am not his girlfriend, either!" you defended yourself but Ran just looked at you like he pitied you and Rindou looked like he didn't believe you.

"Right, okay, if you say so. You two have your lover's quarrel on your own. I'm going elsewhere." Rindou just casually left, leaving you all alone with Ran in an abandoned storage unit. Oh boy.

"Umm, I should get going- ack!" you felt your wrist getting grabbed, preventing you from leaving. There's your only exit up in smoke.

"Leaving so soon? But we haven't even had our fun yet." Ran smiled at you and you honestly felt scared at that moment. Oh no, you shouldn't have yelled back at him so daringly just now. Now he's going to beat the crap out of you and drop you off in front of your parents doorstep as a warning to never mess with his gang again.

He leaned in closer and you braced yourself for the pain, but instead of that you felt his lips on yours.

Kissing...?! Again?! Well, atleast it's better than a punch to the face... You can't believe it's come to a point where you're glad to get kissed by Ran.

But still, does he have to kiss you in the least romantic place possible? Even if you did have feelings for him you'd totally find this moment cringy.

"You suck at kissing." He comments heartily, pulling away.

"I'm not the one who kisses a new girl every day. Maybe I actually have some self-respect." You crossed your arms. He was your first kiss after all.

"Every night is an exaggeration. It's like, every week." You couldn't tell if he was joking or being serious, even if you saw his expression.

"Oh, wow. Glad to know that I'll get cheated on in about 3 days. Way to make your 'girlfriend' hate you less."

"I'll stop for you." He smiled.

"Uh huh, whatever." You rolled your eyes.

Though, his kisses are actually kind of making you.... No, no! Don't fall for that! You can't believe you almost admitted that you'd fall for him if he kissed you more.

.

"How's it going with your new boyfriend, girl?"

"God, do not call him that." You held your forehead in frustration.

"I think he's taken a liking to you." Your friend nudged you, pointing at Ran who was sitting on the other side of the cafeteria and smiling at you as he ate.

"Great." You said sarcastically, immediately looking away when your eyes met.

"See? It ended up well. Now you have a hot bad boy boyfriend." Your friend kinda wished she'd done it instead of daring you.

"Didn't I just... ugh! I don't think my parents would agree with you." You placed your forehead on the table, groaning. "You date him if you want a bad boy so bad. But I hate you for dragging me into this." Your voice was slightly muffled.

"Yeah, we'll see. You'll be the happiest couple ever in like, two months."

You raised your head, looking back at Ran once again. You're in quite the pickle, aren't you? The next thing you know, you'll fall for Haitani Ran.

How scarily exciting.

.

"Hop on." Ran stopped on his bike in front of the library. How he knew you had a study session there today? Don't worry about the details.

Another motorcycle ride... You feel like you barely survived the last one.

"My parents expect me to be home in 10 minutes." You crossed your arms. You weren't lying, either.

"Who cares? Live a little." Ran rolled his eyes playfully. Clearly he isn't going to let you back down.

"I'll do it, but only if you keep it to ten minutes." He was right, backing down isn't your thing. You wonder how much resisting him you could get away with if you weren't special to him.

Special to him... huh.

"Killjoy." He insulted you lightly as you sat down in front of him. Again, neither of you are wearing a helmet. This is the last time you'll let it slide.

"I prefer to not get scolded endlessly." You held onto him tightly because you knew what was coming and didn't want to almost fall off the bike again. He felt proud when you held onto him like that.

Like you're finally his. To be honest, he didn't really care much for you until you kissed him out of nowhere like that. How bold of you, the top-of-the-class rule stickler. But he likes that. And that's why he decided to make you his.

Isn't the fact that he lets you ride on his motorcycle enough to see that?

You felt the wind blowing against your face as you set off. Now that you feel it again, it doesnt feel too bad. It's kind of nice, actually. And Ran is warm, too.

The scenery moves past the two of you and strangely, you feel really calm and at peace. It feels like your parents don't exist in this moment and that you can just... live, and feel the adrenaline of the high speed.

This is so scarily exciting.

"You look relaxed." He said, looking down at you.

"I am. And look at the road, will you?" You scolded him but your voice was still relaxed. You look up at him again.

He actually isn't that bad looking. You kind of understand why some girls would fall for him. You, on the other hand...

Are unfortunately befalling the same fate.

He didn't say anything but you had a feeling he knew you were staring.

"You look like you're in love."

"What?! How would you even know?!" You looked back at the road, hiding your face from him. You can't help but get defensive of such a thing.

God, you hate that he's right.

[wynnyfryd]

Trailer Park Steve AU part 3

part 1 | part 2

(tw: guns, accidental death)

Robin’s already in full panic mode by the time Steve pulls up to her place, flinging the passenger door open and throwing herself into the car with so much force that the car bounces on its wheels a little. “Drive!!”

“Jesus Christ, good morning to you, too.”

“Steve!”

Steve starts to drive.

Beside him, Robin flips the visor down to look at her reflection; groans and scrubs her hands down her face in misery at whatever she sees. Steve doesn’t really get it. He thinks she looks beautiful, with her hair gently moving in the breeze from the open window, with her freckles lit up by the early morning sun.

“Ugh,” she says, turning to look at him, “I can’t believe I look like a zombie and you’re gonna make me late to the first day of school.”

“Wow.” Fuckin’ ingrate. And when he was just being so nice to her in his head. “How about a thank you, huh? ‘Thanks for picking me up, Steve. Thanks for bringing my backpack, Steve. Sorry you almost got shanked by your neighbor, Steve.’”

“You what???”

“Doesn’t matter.”

“Um, yes it very much does matter, what the—”

“—I’m just saying, a little gratitude? Wouldn’t hurt you.”

He licks at the corner of his mouth, spritzes wiper fluid to clear the bugs off the windshield. Robin’s eyes are bulging out of her head, but he really doesn’t want to talk about how he still feels the ghost press of steel against his throat, so: “You’re not even right, by the way; I don’t know why you’re complaining.”

“Huh?”

“School started yesterday. I’m making you late for the second day of school.”

“Yesss,” she draws the word out like he’s stupid, rolling her wrist in a hurry up and get it motion, “but everyone knows that syllabus day doesn’t count. The first pep rally is the real first day of school.”

Ah, there it is.

Steve steals another peek at his best friend while they’re on a straightaway, notes the nervous twitch of her hands as she goes back to fussing at her reflection; the way she’s clumping her lashes together with seven coats too many of some drugstore brand mascara. She’s wearing lipstick. “This is about Vick—”

“—Don’t talk about—”

“—It’s about Vickie, isn’t it?”

“Ughhhhh.” Robin folds forward and thunks her head against the dash. “Fine, okay? Fine! Yes! This may have something to do with a distressingly cute fellow marching band member. Are you happy now?”

“Ecstatic.”

“Oooh, big word for you, Steven.” She swats him on the shoulder, face all twisted up in offense. “Stop laughing!”

“Stop hitting me,” he laughs. “I’ll dump your ass out on this highway.”

She gasps and narrows her eyes at him. “You wouldn’t.”

Steve eases his foot onto the brake.

“Okay, okay! Mercy! I’m being an asshole, alright? I’m sorry. I’m just— I’m stressed! Being gay is very stressful.”

The knife incident pops back into his mind. “Yeah,” he mutters, “I imagine it is.”

—

He catches himself slouching down into his seat a bit when they pull up to the school. Has to force himself to sit upright, hears his mother’s tutting in his ear about bad posture and the message it projects to the world.

It’s not that he’s embarrassed to be here; really, he isn’t. He’s just hoping to avoid being spotted by the nuggets now that they go here, too, lest he be accosted for evading his chauffeur duties.

God.

Dustin’s nerd shit is infecting his brain.

Robin grabs her bag out of the back seat, plants a parting peck on Steve’s cheek as she gets out of the car. “See you later?”

“Yeah, I’ll pick you up for work.”

“Love you, dingus.”

And then he’s alone again.

With Robin gone, Steve finds himself driving. Wandering and aimless, like a ghost who doesn’t know he’s gone. It’s not like he has nothing to do — he’s supposed to be out finding a second job, finding a way to support himself and his mom, because he’s the man of the house now. Because his life has turned into one of those shitty, overcomplicated word problems from math class.

If a recently widowed mother works no hours and her minimum-wage son works as many as Family Video will allow, how much mold-riddled dogshit housing can they afford?

Not much.

Inevitably, he finds himself circling the scorched bones of Starcourt, driving tired loops around the barbed wire perimeter. His ghost likes to guide him here; can’t shake the place where he shook off the mortal coil.

He didn’t know it at the time, but Steve Harrington died the day the mall burned down. Embarrassing, to not hear the death knell as his family name went up in smoke.

It was hard to hear much at all that night, between the concussion and the fireworks and the shrieking of a monster being torn apart, but the memory caresses his mind now in cruel whispers: the headrush of victory; the blood and the sweat; the relief that they’d won, they’d done it, it’s over, they won.

Steve tugs at his bad ear ‘til the ringing subsides.

Some fucking grand prize.

The thing is, you can’t go around exploding an eldritch horror without alerting the US government, and the US government can’t go around letting major investors in a hostile commie invasion keep their assets once they find out about their treasonous schemes. It happened fast: the arrest, the bail, the impending trial and the seizure of property. Richard Harrington was once a small town god on an invisible throne, making deals with devils in shadowy boardrooms, and suddenly he was looking at life in a cell.

Maybe it was a blessing he died before his reckoning was due. Maybe it was no accident at all.

The second, and perhaps more important, thing is: stray bullets don’t care about your looming court date.

Dad had a habit of cleaning his guns while he was drunk, nursing a whiskey in one hand while he polished the gleaming barrels with the other. Pointless, really, because the guns were always pristine to begin with. Dick Harrington didn’t hunt. Didn’t shoot. Claimed the pistol was for home defense, that he kept it loaded in case anyone ever tried to hurt his family, but Steve knew the truth.

His dad just liked to flirt with death. Liked to handle pretty, deadly things, stroke his fingers over ruthless metal and feel the rush of power when he walked away unscathed.

He didn’t walk away that night.

Didn’t even face death standing.

Sliced through his femoral artery and rolled right out of his chair.

They found him lying on the ground in a dark, sticky puddle, gasping like a fish as blood spurted from his thigh. Crazy how fast it happened. Steve had been in his room when the shot rang out, and he barely managed to reach the bottom of the stairs before the gurgling noises stopped. Just boom! whizz! bang! and Dick Harrington was gone.

Maybe it’s a good thing, too, that they lost the house.

The image of his mother in the hallway that night — shellshocked in the doorway, one pale hand shaking in front of her open mouth, features wide and wet with waking horror as she stared into the room — was enough to make him never want to step foot in the place again.

So now they live in a rundown piece of shit on the wrong side of town, with hideous burnt orange carpet and wood paneled walls, with cracks in the ceiling and cigarette burns in the walls, some parting gifts from whatever feral hick lived there before them, and it feels like another cruel, cosmic joke. Like the universe is delighting in the Harringtons’ comeuppance; like the blackened beams and brick rubble of Starcourt are all twisting to form one great, mocking mouth; the better to smile and laugh at their misfortune.

You bought your bed, now you have to lie in it.

He didn’t even know that the Harringtons owned Forest Hills until it was the only asset left to their name.

He’s pretty sure his dad bought it more as a joke than a genuine investment. Meant to teach Steve a lesson, like how he used to bring home Waffle House applications whenever Steve got a C on a report card. This is your future if you don’t straighten up, son.

Kill yourself, dad.

Oh, wait.

You already did.

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part 4

[tortillamastersblog]

🕸 Nerd | Peter Parker 🕸

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Warnings: none

Summary: Peter running into you at the Avengers Tower turns out to be the best thing that’s ever happened to you. . .

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“Oh! I’m so sorry.”

I stumble backward with a strangled yelp, managing to grab onto the corner of the wall just in time to stop myself from falling on my ass. “What the hell?” I look up, ready to chew out whoever just ran into me only to bite my tongue when my eyes land on a panicked looking Peter Parker.

His brown hair is disheveled and his eyes are wide and even though he almost just bulldozed right over I can’t help but think that he looks rather funny being embarrassed and flushed like this.

“I’m so sorry!” he apologizes again, reaching out as if to help me stand but I’ve long since regained my balance, so I wave him off.

“It’s-“ I swallow, hating the effect his brown eyes are having on me-“ fine. I’m fine.”

If he were anyone else I would have given him a piece of my mind because I’m in an exceptionally bad mood at the moment, but he’s just so sweet I can’t be mad at him.

My dad’s told me stories about him (he secretly loves him even though he claims he’s annoying and overly excited all the time) and even said we’d probably get along really well, but up until now we haven’t ever met each other.

“Are you sure?” he asks, scratching the back of his neck nervously.

I sigh and nod. “Yes, I’m sure.“

“Good. . . Good.” He nods as well and looks around awkwardly before snapping his eyes back to me. “I’m Peter, by the way.”

The fight between me and my dad momentarily forgotten, I take his awkwardly outstretched hand and shake it with a gentle smile. “I know.”

His eyebrows shoot up in surprise. “You do?”

I release his hand and watch him fumble with the straps of his backpack. “Yeah. My dad talks about you all the time.”

“Y-Your dad?” he stammers which makes my lips twitch upward again.

“Uh-huh. Does Tony Stark ring a bell?” I ask and the way his eyes widen is almost comical.

“Your dad is Tony Stark?” he exclaims loudly which makes one of the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents nearby look in our direction. Realizing he might have been just a little too loud, he lowers his voice sheepishly and hisses through his teeth, “Tony Stark? The Tony Stark.”

I roll my eyes playfully, knowing now what my dad meant when he told me about Peter’s abnormal enthusiasm, and pull him aside when the aforementioned agent walks by us to get to the elevator. “Yes, the Tony Stark is my dad.”

“So you’re Y/N,” he guesses with a bright smile.

I chuckle and drop my chin to my chest to hide the growing blush on my cheeks. I’m not surprised he knows my name because if my dad tells me about Peter I’m sure he also tells Peter about me, but the way he just said my name with that goofy smile on his faces makes my stomach flip. “The one and only, yes.”

“Wow,” he gasps quietly. “So is it true that you have your own Iron Man suit?”

Looking back up I feel another wave of heat rush to my cheeks at the amazement on his face. “Yeah, but dad never really lets me use it. . . Says it’s too dangerous.”

The fact that he can fly into literal gunfire but I can’t even go out for a test flight on my own is the reason we got into a fight just before my run-in with Peter.

It’s not like I want to fight crime— well, maybe I do but only small crimes like car jacking or vandalism— but I can’t even go out and fly on my own because I apparently have a target on my back 24/7 just because Tony is my dad.

I feel another wave of irritation threatening to wash over me, but then I notice the way Peter’s eyes light up at the revelation and I once again forget all about the fight.

“Do you- do you want to see it?” I ask, cringing at how unsure I sound. I barely know him and he might not even want to hang out with me, but much to my surprise, Peter nods excitedly and yanks on the straps of his backpack.

“Do I— Yes, of course! I’d love to see it. Where is it? Is it in your room? Or do you have your own lab or something? Hey, have you ever met Black Widow before? She’s awesome, but you probably know that because you live here and she’s here all the time and your dad is literally Tony Stark so you must know all the Avengers. . .”

Laughing at his rambling, I tug on his open flannel and lead him to the elevator.

A knock on the window makes me look up from the book in my lap and I smile almost instantly when my eyes land on who’s dangling outside of it, upside down and without his signature mask.

“Spiderman,” I tease when I open the window to let him inside. “To what do I owe this pleasure?”

He was just here yesterday, and the day before, and the day before that one. He’s basically been here every day since we met a month ago, but I’m not complaining.

He’s sweet and funny and undeniably cute, but what he could possibly want this time of night I don’t know. It’s also a bit weird that he’s coming in through the window rather than the front door the way he usually does.

Peter grins and climbs in through the window. “Oh just stopping by.”

I scoff playfully and close the window again to shut out the chill of the night he dragged in. “You know my dad won’t be happy when he finds out you’re sneaking in to see me.”

At the mention of Tony, he cringes. “Well. . . I won’t tell if you won’t.”

“Ha, fat chance! I haven’t talked to him in a couple of days because he’s holed up in his lab with Bruce,” I explain.

Peter makes a sound between a grunt and a hum to acknowledge what I just said before taking off his backpack and jumping on my bed.

“Hey, no!” I exclaim, yanking on his leg to get him off the bed. “Your suit is all dirty and I just changed my sheets.”

Peter laughs, but gets to his feet anyway before looking around helplessly. “Well, where am I supposed to sit then?”

Looking over his soot stained suit again, I sigh and point at my desk chair. “Just wait here for a second.”

He does what he’s told and lets his brown eyes follow me as I make my way to the door of my room. I slip out, telling F.R.I.D.A.Y. to keep an eye on Peter whilst I make my way down the hallway to a supply closet.

I open it and pull out a hoodie and a pair of Avengers sweatpants. They match what I’m wearing save for my initials stitched on the chest of my hoodie.

“Alright, so— Peter?” I stop when I return to my room and he isn’t where I left him.

“Y-Yeah! Right here,” he answers, popping out from behind my suit in the corner. “Sorry, I just noticed that you updated some stuff and I wanted to take a closer look.”

I chuck the clothes at him and smile fondly. “You’re such a nerd.”

He catches the clothes, if not a bit clumsily and pulls an offended face. “Hey! I’m not a nerd.”

I raise my eyebrows incredulously and plop down on my bed. “Oh, yes you are. You’re like the king of nerds.”

Peter scoffs and starts stripping out of his suit right down to his underwear, making my brain short circuit for a moment before I quickly avert my eyes.

“Okay fine. I might be a nerd but if anyone is the king of nerds it’s you. We’re literally the same age and you’ve already graduated from high school,” he argues with a chuckle, obviously not noticing the sight his shirtless chest and abdomen have on me.

I swallow thickly, trying to get rid of the sight of his abs in my mind before replying quietly. “We’re sixteen It’s hardly impressive graduating at that age. There was this girl last year who graduated at thirteen.”

The mattress dips as Peter takes a seat next to me and when I catch a glimpse of his sweatpants covered leg I know it’s safe to look up again without catching another glimpse of his shirtless body. “Don’t do that,” he says seriously. “Don’t put yourself down like that. You’re incredibly smart and I know you’ll go on to do great things in life.”

Warmth spreads in the pit of my stomach and when I look up to meet Peter’s eyes I realize that he’s already staring at me intently. His eyebrows are set in a barely noticeable frown and his piercing brown eyes dart between my own with an unfamiliar look in them.

Trying to diffuse the sudden tension between us, I whisper, “That was so cheesy,” but it comes out more breathy than I intended.

“Yeah?” he says lowly, without breaking eye contact. “Well, it’s still true.”

So much for diffusing the tension. . . I can practically hear my own heart pounding in my chest and when Peter’s eyes flick down to where I subconsciously just licked my lips, I feel a shudder run through my body.

We’ve had little flirtatious moments before, teasing each other relentlessly or tackling each other with excessive hugs, but there’s never been this silence between us.

This unspoken attraction and yet I can’t help but revel in it.

I like having his attention on me and I like the way he laughs even when I tell a horrible joke, so without thinking much of it, I close my eyes and lean forward to connect our lips in a short peck.

Peter freezes and when I pull back I think I might have made a mistake, so I hold off on opening my eyes just yet, but then his lips are back on mine and he’s moving them gently, coaxing me into kissing him back.

I gasp and raise my hands to touch his jaw, pulling him closer until we’re awkwardly lying on the bed with our feet still dangling off the end.

Peter is half on top of me, his hands on my waist and his hip pressed against the side of mine, but before the kiss can deepen he pulls back and presses his forehead against mine.

My lips tingle and I instantly miss the feeling of his lips on my own, but I have to catch my breath, so I keep my eyes shut and enjoy the feeling of his breath on my cheek.

“I—“

“Look—“

I chuckle when we both try to speak at the same time and open my eyes to find him already watching me fondly.

“Please, say what you were going to say,” I whisper, slipping my hands from his jaw and to the back of his neck.

Peter smiles shyly and averts his eyes for a second to gather his thoughts. “I-I actually stopped by because. . . well, I’ve liked you for quite some time now and we’re really great friends, but I was always to afraid to say something, but then Aunt May told me to just go for it and I was in the neighborhood tonight so I thought— I wanted to— I was going to—“

“Oh my God, Peter, breathe!” I scold quietly, smiling up at him when his eyes meet mine again.

“Right,” he laughs softly. “Sorry. You see— I came by because I. . . Iwaswonderingifyou’dliketogoonadatewithmesometime.”

“I—What?” I laugh, running my fingerst through the hair at the back of his neck.

Peter huffs and squeezes his eyes shut for a moment. “Will you— I mean, would you like to go on a date with me sometime?” His voice is quite, barely above a whisper, but I hear him and the smile that instantly lights up my face makes him smile, too.

“I would love to go on a date with you,” I say and before I can take it back (not that I ever would) Peter’s leaning down once more to connect our lips in another kiss.

His hands roam my waist, respectfully of course, and I tug him closer by the back of his neck, wanting to deepen the kiss when, out of nowhere, my door flies open and we’re forced to break apart to look at whoever just burst in.

“What’s going on here?!”

“Oh shit! I-I can explain,” Peter yelps, scrambling off me.

I just chuckle and let my head fall back onto the bed. “Ever heard of knocking, dad?”

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Peter is honestly such a cutie. He didn’t deserve what happened to him at the end of No Way Home.

[cheezeybread]

I'll do some Ace angst. Picture him pulling Yuu aside to vent about not having signature spell. he does admit that its pretty hypocritical he's complaining about not having his own spell to someone that doesn't have magic at all. but he feels like Yuu is the only one he can really talk to about it. Probably says he feels like Deuce is leaving behind and seeing all the others first years have spells doesn't make him feel any better.

ACE ANGST ACE ANGST ACE AN-

not proofread, ofc, because I'm not a nerd and Mama also raised a lazy sissy-

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A signature spell is very personal to a mage. This was one of the very first topics covered in Professor Trein's class regarding magic's history. Signature spells were a sign of power, since only capable magic-users could cultivate one, and they were deeply ingrained in a mage's spirit. They showed the personality of a mage, showed their beliefs, what they would fight for, who they would die for.

Ace knew all of this.

He wasn't too worried with getting his own spell, at first. He was just a freshman, after all! None of his other freshmen peers had their own signature spells, and with the giant ego Ace had, he just assumed he'd find out what his spell was sooner rather than later.

But then Jack revealed that he already had his signature spell, allowing him to transform to his beast form without the use of an illegal Transformation potion.

That was alright, Jack was a try-hard in every sense of the word. Ace shrugged it off and teased the Beastman relentlessly on various wolf-slang. Wow, Jack, you're such an alpha, so red-pilled-

But then Deuce found his spell. A spell that let him take abuse from his attackers and pile-drive it back onto them.

That was fine, right? Deuce was determined to be an Honors student now for his mother and poured all of his effort into learning and being a better person. Ace could let his friend have a win without being sore about it, for sure.

Epel found his after he and the Prefect left to find the Housewardens plus Jamil. He was so excited to show off his new spell to Ace and the others once they were all back at school, wrapping his friends up in a protective coffin and lifting them up into the air before unceremoniously dropping them.

That was....that was okay. Epel's spell saved the Prefect, after all. He couldn't be too upset about it, right?

But Sebek and Silver had their own signature spells, too. Which wasn't too suprising, in hindsight, given their status as Diasomnia students.

But it...it started to hurt a bit.

And as the days wore on, as Ace had time to sit and stew on his newfound place as the only Freshmen in his friend group to not have a Signature Spell....he only got more upset over it.

"Hey, Carrot-top, you coming or not?" Deuce called out, his voice loud enough to be heard over the bustling crowd of students in the hallway. "Mm..." Ace was uncharacteristically mellow, as he had been for the past day or so. He glanced over at Deuce, with Epel and Jack alongside him. They were planning on going off-campus for a shopping trip, hoping to convince Sebek and Silver to join in with them, as well. "Yeah, I think I'll pass," He said with a casual shrug, balancing his textbooks in the nook of his arm.

"Oh-" Epel looked surprised "Are you sure? Why not? We were gonna go to an ice cream shop after- don'tcha love ice cream?"

Ace only tilted his head to the side as he shrugged again "Sorry, I got a lotta homework. You know how Housewarden Rosehearts gets about homework."

"Well, I have a lot of homework, too," Deuce started, glancing at Epel and Jack before stepping towards Ace "I should stay, too-"

"NO!" Ace cried out, lifting up a free hand to shove Deuce's chest lightly. Seeing the look of shock and confusion on his friend's face, Ace cleared his throat, trying to sound a little more agreeable "Sorry, I just- I know how much you were looking forward to this whole thing. Go on, I'll see you guys later."

He was being strangely nice and unusually solemn, his friends knew that, and Ace knew that they knew that. He didn't really care, though. And, like he thought, they eventually gave hushed goodbyes and made their way through the hall and out of the building.

As soon as they were out of sight, the careless smile that Ace had forced onto his face vanished and was replaced by a small scowl. He turned on his heel and walked to the other exit of the building, walking around the edge of the campus to avoid running into his friends again.

He was behind the Library, kicking clumps of dirt up from the ground with every step, when he heard a voice call out to him.

"Ace!" Oh, what fun! It was the Prefect!

Despite his innate desire to remain in a bad mood, Ace couldn't help but feel a slight relief at the sight of them. His scowl lifted into a tight-lipped, hesitant smile "Hey, Prefect!" He held up a finger gun to them, attempting to sound light-hearted. But his voice instead came out wavery, almost pained.

As the magicless student approached closer, they reached out an arm and locked it with Ace's, causing the boy to roll his eyes. Y/N always did enjoy holding onto him in some way since they became friends. It was almost second nature to hold hands or interlock arms while walking.

"So, what's wrong?" Was the first thing they asked, not bothering to tiptoe around the subject.

"Nothing." Ace tried. But of course, that wouldn't work around them. They knew him too well.

"Bullcrap," Y/N said "You were supposed to go shopping with the others today, and instead, you're over here ruining a perfectly good lawn. Plus, Deuce said you had homework to do, so why aren't you doing that?" They tugged on Ace's arm, making him stop, and spun around to look at him better "You've been acting off for a while now. Tell me what's wrong so I can help you. Please."

There was a moment of silence between the two. Y/N, staring intently at Ace, their eyes full of concern and worry for their friend. Ace, looking everywhere but at the Prefect, his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water.

Then his eyes started to tear up, and before he could stop himself, Ace was crying. A big, heaving mess of a sobbing boy. He held his hands up to his face, trying desperately to wipe away his tears as they fell, to no avail. He hated being like this, especially in front of his friends. He hated crying in general- it was something he thought of as ugly, as something only sissies did. He liked to think he was so strong, so tough, that he wouldn't let anything get him to this point. He was embarrassed, ashamed to be seen like this in front of Y/N.

But to his surprise, he felt them wrap their arms around his back, and Ace leaned down, burying his face into their shoulder and holding them back as tightly as he could, making a mess of their already ratty uniform.

"It's not fair!" He choked out, his voice muffled "I want to have a special spell, too! Why am I the only one who doesn't have one yet? Am I not good enough? Am I not a strong enough mage? Even- Even Epel found his spell before me, and he saved- he saved your life! I can't compete with that, I can't be as strong and as good as everyone else! I'm gonna be as weak as- I'm gonna be powerless. I'm going to be as useless to other people as you are!"

Y/N didn't say anything in response, or maybe they did and Ace just couldn't hear them over his cries. Regardless, once he finally managed to calm down enough to only have a few tears roll down his cheeks, silent as he could get in the situation, The Prefect put their hands on his shoulders and pulled him away, looking him in the eyes.

They looked at him with not pity, nor anger at his apparent insult- as Ace had thought they would- but a knowing face, and a small smile.

"Ace," They started, lifting up their hands and cupping Ace's face in their hands, wiping away the streaks of tears with their thumbs "Is that why you've been so upset? It's not a race to see who can find their own spells first. It's something that comes naturally. It's a coin toss to see who gets it first. It all...depends on the situation, from what I can see."

They glanced to the side quickly before they dropped their hands, locking their elbow with Ace's again and beginning to walk, this time more slowly "Deuce wouldn't have found out his spell for a while if Epel hadn't of said a certain phrase to him, and he wouldn't have known to use it if Vil didn't overblot. Epel wouldn't have found his spell if we hadn't ran off together to do something incredibly dangerous and incredibly reckless...Silver and Sebek don't count, though, since they had a literal war hero as their teacher. And Jack is just...Jack." Ace finally stopped crying completely, and was instead left with shuddery breaths.

"I'm sorry- sorry I called you useless-" he tried to start, but the Prefect interrupted him.

"No, you had a point. In battle, I am useless. I can't use magic at all...But trust me, Ace, you'll find out your Signature spell, too. And you know what?" There was a mischevious look in Y/N's eyes.

"...What?" Ace asked, wiping his face with his free hand.

"I bet your spell will be even cooler that theirs. They'll be, like, totally jealous."

Sniffing, he smiled weakly "You think so?"

"I know so, buddy," Slapping Ace on the back, the Prefect pulled him into another hug "You've been one of my best friends since I've been here, and you protect me whenever you can. You're one of the strongest guys in this school, and don't let anyone tell you anything different, alright?"

"Alright."

"Awesome- now, come on, I'm gonna beat your ass in basketball after you called me a lame, useless nobody."

Ace made a noise as Y/N yanked on his hand "Wait, I didn't say all that, and you said-"

"Too late, prepare to get your butt handed to you in your own sport!"

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[cwritesforfun]

Regina George x Fem!Reader: Girl Crush

Regina George thinks a lot about Y/N. Like a lot and she talks about her a lot. After a talk with her new friends and her former girl squad, she realizes she is bisexual and that she likes Y/N!

I'm loosely incorporating lyrics from Girl Crush by Little Big Town and they will be in italics! Also - I know the song is about wanting another girl's man, but I used it differently.

** I don't own any of the characters, except for Y/N and Regina's jock friend, Sally** this is from my Wattpad but I added more here!!!!

Y/N = Your Name **

Regina's POV- Saturday Afternoon

I'm on my way to see Y/N. She invited me for a sleepover. We only see each other on weekends because she goes to a different school and it's at least a 30 minute drive away. My mom and her mom don't want either of us driving on week nights. If she ever needed me on a week night though, I would go in a heartbeat.

Recently I found out I was bisexual. I used Aaron back in junior year for power and because I was a b****!!!! I can admit that to myself now. I say now as if it has been so long since it happened. It's only spring of my senior year, so like half a year.

I arrive and knock on the door. Y/N’s mom opens the door and exclaims, "Ah Regina! Good to see you, sweetheart. Y/N is in the backyard already. I can bring your bag to her room if you want to go straight out there." I reply, "Thank you. That's perfect! I'll go out back! Thanks for having me." She replies, "No problem sweetie. You girls have fun." I nod and smile.

I walk through the house, go outside to the chairs next to the pool, and sit next to Y/N, who is lost reading. She's beautiful.

I ask, "Aren't you gonna say hi to your guest?" Y/N looks up, smiles, jumps up, and hugs me. I hug her back and smile. Wow, can we hug forever? Maybe? Pls. She says, "Omg Regina! I'm so sorry! I was just so lost in my book and I lost track of time." Old me would have made fun of her for being such a nerd. New me doesn't do that. That is personal growth.

After we release from the hug, I smile at her. She smiles back and asks, "Sooo... did you wear your swimsuit and want to swim?" I answer, "Yes, and yes!" She then takes off her sundress and she's left in her bikini. My jaw drops. She's wow. Stunning, beautiful, pretty, and perfect. Y/N laughs and replies, "Regina, are you okay over there? Did my bikini leave you speechless?" Oh, she has no idea. I reply, "I ... It is actually very flattering. You look really good." Was it too obvious that I like her? She answers, "Thank you so much." I take off my dress and she says "I love your bathing suit too. Everything is better in pink." She's so sweet! Wow:) I reply, "True."

We both swim and eventually she brings two floats over, so we can both lay on them. We float around the pool and we talk about our life recently.

I get out the pool to grab some water and Y/N swims a little more.

I lie back on the pool chair and Y/N pulls herself out of the pool. Ahhh you know how people do! She places her hands on the side of the pool and pulls herself up and out of the pool letting the water fall down her body. If I didn't already have a crush on her, I would now. That song by Little Big Town goes through my head ... I got a girl crush Hate to admit it but I got a heart rush It ain't slowing down...

She walks over to the chair area and smirks at me. I want to taste her lips ...

I ask, "So what's for lunch?" ... You? She answers, "My mom's making lunch. We found this yummy summer salad recipe and we decided to have smoothies since we will need something to cool us down. Tonight's dinner is going to be so good though because it is pasta and I made dessert." I smile and reply, "Good! I look forward to it!"

Her younger brother walks outside and hands Y/N a tray of two salads + two smoothies. We thank him and he walks off.

She hands me my food and we eat together.

I ask, "Can I ask you something kind of personal?" She answers, "Go ahead." I ask, "This is just something I've been thinking about recently. How do you feel about having friends that are LGBTQ? And what is your sexual orientation?" Yeah I didn't go the subtle route. She answers, "I think everyone deserves to be with whoever they love, so I'm cool with having friends who have different preferences than me. I think it's great to surround yourself with all kinds of different people. I am bisexual actually. What about you?" I answer, "I'm bisexual or I think I am. I only just kind of discovered it, but my friends at my new school said it was obvious. I didn't know it was obvious, but I guess it was." She laughs and smiles.

We continue talking outside until we decide to shower. I take a shower in her bathroom first and when I walk in, I see her perfume. I take off the lid off, smell it, and I smile. This smell is Y/N and it's wonderful. I want to drown myself... In a bottle of her perfume...

After my shower, I throw on my matching pink pajama set and I take a teeny bit of her perfume and put it on me. I then leave the bathroom.

Y/N goes in and showers.

As she's in the bathroom, I call my friend from lacrosse named Sally.

((Start of conversation)) R- Regina S- Sally S - Hey Regina. I thought you were with you know who. What happened with that? Is it not going well? R - Hi Sally. She's in the shower right now. I don't know what to do. S - Join her. R - I already took a shower and no I'm not doing that just yet. I haven't even told her that I like her. S - OK fine. What has happened so far?" R - We hugged, swam, sunbathed, ate lunch, and each took showers. I ... I also dropped my jaw seeing her bikini and just complimented her. It was a close call. Then I asked her what her sexual orientation is and she told me that she is bisexual. I told her I was too. She smiled about it. I just don't know if I want to tell her now or later or ever. S - I ship you two. You're so into her that I'm surprised it took you forever to realize it. What else is planned for the day? R - Dinner with the family and usually we watch a movie plus Y/N made a dessert for tonight, why? S- Wow, you're already meeting the family. I'm so proud of you. R - Omg geez Sally! Not like that! Haha! S - Fine fine whatever you say. Just tell her you like her. She knows you're bi and you know she's bi. That means you have a sliver of a chance. Take that leap. R - A sliver of a chance means I could still get rejected. Okay, I'm gonna go. Thanks, Sally. S - No problem Regina. Go get your girl. ((End of conversation))

I hang up laughing.

Y/N walked back into the room near the end. I notice her outfit and it's identical pajamas to mine just in a different color. I exclaim, "Omg I love your outfit. Wow, I always forget we have matching ones and then this happens." She replies, "Goals right?!" I laugh and nod. Y/N asks, "So, who were you talking to?" I answer, "My friend, Sally." Y/N asks, "Isn't Sally your lacrosse friend?" I answer, "Yeah, she's really cool and friendly. You'd like her." She replies, "I'll have to go to one of your games this semester to meet her and of course, to support you." I ask, "Wait you'll come to my soccer games to support me?" She answers, "Of course Regina. I'm so proud of how far you've come in both soccer and personal growth this year. I have to support you! And, at least this isn't the dance you did for the talent show." I laugh and ask, "Wait you didn't like it?" She laughs, smirks, and answers, "I liked it when you were dancing and center stage, you were really good." Did she just say I was a good dancer?! I was dating Aaron Samuels at the time, but I really wanted Y/N's opinion. So she liked my dance?! She might actually like me.

Her brother knocks and lets us know dinner is ready.

We go downstairs and eat dinner with her family. It's so good!!

After dinner, we eat dessert and Y/N asks, "How do you like the dessert?" I answer, "It's literally so delicious." She replies, "Thanks. I'm glad you liked it."

After dessert, we go to Y/N's bathroom to brush our teeth. I glance over at Y/N brushing her teeth and smirk causing toothpaste to slip out of my mouth. It's like we're an old married couple in a movie. Imagine me living with Y/N forever and always being her person. That would be the life. I really like her.

We both spit our toothpaste out and Y/N asks, "What made you laugh?" I answer, "Oh nothing. It's a silly idea." I then walk out and to my bag.

When I'm done, I get on her bed and she sits down next to me. She faces me and rests her hand on my hand. Y/N exclaims, "Regina, whatever you have to say, just say it. It made you smile. I want to know what made you smile. I care. I won't call it silly. I promise." I nod and say, "As we brushed our teeth, it just reminded me of old romantic movies where married couples brush their teeth together. That's all." I glance over at her and she replies, "I think that's a cute idea, Regina." Awww. Well, do I take that sliver of a chance? I think I will.

I exclaim, "Y/N, I like you. I've liked you for a while and I just didn't realize that I liked girls until recently. And when I realized it, it all clicked and I've just had a crush on you forever. I know that makes us hanging out awkward depending on what you say back, but I really like you. I just think you're perfect and I'd love to take you out on a date." She smiles and says, "I would love to go on that date with you. I like you too." I smile and ask, "May I kiss you?" She nods and we kiss.

THANKS FOR READING!!! I LOVE YOU ALL :)

[liarvibe]

Hi, to start out your new blog, what do you think about Kokichi Ouma from Danganronpa v3?

Anon I can't tell if you're being a little shit RN or what--

But I am nothing if not a nerd, so!

Welcome welcome everyone to Rye's insane brain, where I have over 11k words of meta for you to read over on Ao3!

(Edit: I'm SORRY, 17k of Meta?!)

But aside from that meta, I love Kokichi honestly! Fun fact--I was predispositioned to actually hate Kokichi due to how I interact with the DR franchise.

So a little story for you all: When I was a wee bab and Dr1 came out, I went in blind and got attacked to Leon almost immediately. So not only did I get attached to a character who died early, but I got attached to a character with one of the most brutal, realistic executions in all of DR's history. You see, this was very traumatizing for a wee bab Rye! So I started looking up the victims and executions of characters from that point forward to know who's gonna die so I don't get so overly attached to them and get soul crushed by their deaths.

For V3 Specifically, I don't remember how I got onto doing it, but I went and looked up the Japanese version of the final argument as well--the comic minigame where you summarize the case? And I saw Kokichi doing a little fist bump when Miu died and went "Oh no you're like Nagito 2.0 aren't you?"

Needless to say, I was ready to hate him. Very ready.

And yet... I did not. Chapters 1-3, I noticed that he wasn't actively malicious or trying to cause trouble for the class at all--not in the same way Nagito did. I thought maybe his mischievous nature was portrayed a bit cruel at times, but more in a "that was a bit tack-less there buddy" than a "Wow yikes you're an asshole" kind of way.

So here I was, waiting for Kokichi to be the kind of character to get himself involved with a murder somehow, and be "happy" about it... and never really seeing that kind of character.

When we got to case 4, I knew that was the case where Kokichi would "show his real colors"--that maybe it was just a case of bad foreshadowing and writing, that Kokichi was going to do a face-heel turn... and he did, kind of, but in the most tragic of ways.

His behavioral changes, the way he went silent when Kaito punched him and called him out on his weird behavior, and the way Kokichi was manipulating Shuichi for the investigation away from Gonta, and then the comment where he said that the class losing might be okay because the Killing Game would end if they were all executed... and in my mind, I saw someone completely broken. Then he got so viciously angry at Gonta during the trial, in a way that read as intensely hurt and lashing out, and then the sheer utter carnage of his emotions at the end of the trial too, where he cried and begged to be executed with Gonta... I just didn't see what I expected to see. I didn't see a malicious evil little monster.

I saw a child with too much grief on his shoulders.

After I finished watching NicoB's LP of the game, I started rewatching V3's story to get a better feel for the characters and the plot, because I wasn't entirely sure how to feel about everything... and the more I looked, the more I saw Kokichi's nature as a kind-hearted, mischievous person who was just as broken by that terrible situation as anyone else.

I think he is a very complex character, a very human character--one that's smart but not the typical "insanely" smart DR fans are used to, one that teases people and gets a kick out of being chased, one who wants to be be remembered... and overall, someone who was driven to murder only via a mercy kill.

I think there's something special about a character like Kokichi that's hard to replicate--and who knows. Maybe if I hadn't been expecting Nagito Levels of Bad, I would have been more hurt and betrayed by Kokichi in chapter 4. Maybe I wouldn't have.

Either way--I love him now, and I think he deserves more credit than what was given to him.

[smaller-comfort]

For the WIP ask thing:

1, 2, 10, 11 (!!! Shovel Knight, of course!), 12, annnd 17. Really, I wanna know ALL the SoS WIPs, but let's start off with these.

Whew, okay, let's go!

Staycation/Monday

Me: I can definitely come up with enough fun kinky scenarios to write a week's worth of stories for Aephorul's vacation

Also me: he's a 45 year old man with chronic back pain, there's no way he's having this much sex on the floor without suffering Consequences. By Wednesday he's going to be too sore to get out of bed and Resh'an is going to be anemic from blood loss.

Anyway, Monday is the petplay story. I am currently stuck at a crossroads: do I write some relatively straightforward smut with collars and leashes and a dash of breeding kink? Or do I commit to Resh'an's sexual dysfunction, and the fact that he's really not supposed to orgasm until Friday- in which case I will have to figure out how to describe one of these, and its wearable counterpart. (link is very nsfw.)

The other staycation wips that I've made some progress on are the play piercing and shibari scene and the nipple torture/caning/general bondage scene. Plus a little bit of Friday, which is when they see how many times Resh'an can come after being stuck in a cage all week. (spoiler: they lose count.)

A scene that I want to write for them eventually, but maybe not within the Staycation series, is where they do some silly Mad Scientist roleplay- because even in this AU, there's going to be tentacle sex, damnit.

2. I fuckin hate the eagles, man

This is actually mostly a Messenger wip, and is the sequel to Hotel California. The title is, uh. because. Hotel California-> The Eagles-> The Great Eagle-> everything is Resh'an's fault-> I think I'm very funny-> at some point they're going to watch The Big Lebowski during movie night in the Tower of Time. There are currently 4 wips in that file; the first is a scene I didn't include in HC, where Ninja and Arty talk about the Sunken Shrine.

The second one is the Monk/Ninja pegging fic. Ninja can't even spell "PTSD", nevermind "queerplatonic". It's fine. He'll be fine! Eventually. Probably. ...maybe.

Third wip is the Ninja/Phantom smut, which is mostly just a wholesome good time for everybody, but Ninja does still cry during sex. I'm sorry, I keep doing this to him, I can't seem to help it.

The fourth one isn't even a wip, it's just a scene where Ninja meets Resh'an and hits on him. I feel like this one might be your fault, honestly. If this ever goes anywhere, I swear Ninja won't cry about it. Resh'an might, though.

--

"So are you like. A skeleton under there?"

Resh'an laughed. "Sometimes. I can use alchemy to temporarily approximate my living body. It doesn't work for very long, though."

"Can I see?" Resh'an wasn't a Blue Robe; there wasn't any taboo about asking to see his face.

"I- I suppose so." Resh'an seemed a little taken aback at the question. He fiddled with his alchemy vial for a moment. "I haven't done this in a while, give me a minute-"

Watching people do magic never got old. Maybe in a few hundred years he'd graduate to being ready to learn it himself; it was something to look forward to.

When the glowy light from the spell faded, Resh'an tugged down his face mask and squinted a little.

"Oh- wow. You're cute!" Shit. But the Archivist was- he'd been expecting a wrinkled old man, not this bright-eyed, adorable nerd.

"I- what?" Resh'an's eyes widened; he lifted a hand to touch his face. "Th-thank you?"

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10. all we need of hell

This is part 4 of parting is all we know of heaven, which is the series where all of my B'st/Resh'an fic takes place. As the title kind of suggests, this one is a bit darker than the rest of the series; I get to dig into B'st's backstory a little, and all of the things he's kept hidden from Resh'an over the years. Aephorul shows up and is awful. (Everybody gets to be a little bit awful in this one, actually!) Resh'an has a few moments of badassery, but they're tempered with an equal number of moments where he's a sad wet rag.

Here he is being badass:

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Aephorul's laughter came out as a dry hiss. “Are you threatening me?”

“I'm making a statement of fact.” The time shards hanging in the air all had razor sharp edges.

Aephorul leaned a little closer, as if he were examining Resh'an. “You're actually serious. How novel! What would you even do, I wonder?”

Resh'an narrowed his eyes. The ground beneath them began to shake, just a faint, distant tremor at first, followed by a shrieking howl.

The mountain broke open. In the heart of the shattered earth was something terrible, and hungry-

“Are you out of your mind?”

-snap-

The ground beneath them began to shake, just a faint, distant tremor at first, followed by a shrieking howl.

The mountain broke open. A darkness yawned open in the depths of the shattered earth, swallowing up the remains of the mountain, the fortress, the continent. Magma burst forth explosively, sublimating into superheated plasma. Reality warped around them, as the dead star Resh'an had summoned began to devour the planet.

-snap-

The ground began to shake.

“Stop! Stop- enough- are you mad- Fine!” Aephorul sat on a fallen piece of masonry with his head in his hands. “Fine. I'll help you. What do you want, Resh'an.”

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11. shovel knight

There are 2 wips in this file. The first is Donovan/Luan, with an "and there was only one bed" recurring scenario taken to ridiculous extremes. I don't know if this one will actually end with them getting together or if it just stays angsty and one-sided; most of what I've written so far has just been Donovan in a state of "Oh fuck oh no he's hot".

The second is the one where Specter gets gang banged by the Enchantress and the Knights of No Quarter. Most of them, anyway. The Enchantress is probably going to mind control anyone who tries to protest or decline. Specter gets to keep his helmet on, but that's pretty much the only mercy he gets here. (I keep thinking of ways to make this one much, much worse but I'm probably going to chicken out.)

17. isolation

Oh god, okay, this file is a mess. Most of it is more B'st/Resh'an in the parting universe, although it's probably more of an AU to that series than anything else. A lot of it is wildly self indulgent Resh'an angst, where he ends up reenacting some of the abuse he experienced at Aephorul's hands with B'st, and it's kind of fucked up and unhealthy for everyone involved. There's also an angsty breakup scene, unrelated to the psychosexual torture. And there's a fairly innocuous and cute scene where they meet up on the Vespertine and Hortense roasts Resh'an mercilessly.

Like I said, a mess.

There's also this bit of Messenger wip, which is extremely silly but I don't really care. This might get thrown into I fuckin hate the eagles, man.

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The Key of Love was melting.

“Arty! A little help over here?” he yelled.

He heard a few loud clanks from the workroom behind him. The music note dripped slowly onto the floor, leaving a glassy pink puddle on the ground. Ninja looked around frantically for a bucket or something- it couldn't be good to have the embodiment of divine love just kind of slopped all over the floor.

The last bit of the floating music note dripped onto the floor. Ninja stared at the puddle. It stared back.

“What the-” He jumped back and drew his sword. The puddle rippled, blinked, and began to rise up from the ground. Shit. “Shit. Arty! Prophet! C'mon, you guys, Monk is too busy making out with Shopkeeper- shit-”

One last crash from behind him, and Arty finally popped across the hall. “What's going on over he- B'ST!”

Ninja startled a little as Arty launched himself at the hulking mass that had been the Key of Love. It sprouted a pair of arms and caught him with a clang, and staggered back on two blocky legs from Arty's momentum.

The leap had knocked Arty's hood askew; his froggy face was beaming, and now he was talking too fast to really follow- "I searched the crypt six times and I couldn't find you, but all my calculations said you had to make it, Shopkeeper even said Prophet might have been wrong but I knew it, I knew you would make it, you're here, you finally came back, you have to meet everybody and we can show you the thing and-"

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[en-lov3r]

𝓙𝓸𝓱𝓷𝓷𝔂 𝓢𝓾𝓱 | 𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓶𝓮 𝓗𝓪𝓻𝓭𝓮𝓻 𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓽 1

Pairing: Johnny Suh (bully/idol) x Y/N (nerd/fan) Word Count: 3,319 words (Total) Warning: NSFW, Physical Abuse, Masochism, Intercourse, Verbal Abuse, Smut, Posessiveness Genre: Age Gap, Bully nerd troupe, Fan idol troupe

Setting: Takes place in the inkigayo music show, backstage, Y/N is a foreigner who traveled to Korea to see a pre-recording show of NCT 127

Characters: Johnny, Y/N, Security Guard, Mark, NCT Member

(1/4)

Y/N: It's my first time going to a music show, I can't wait to meet see my fav idol Johnny up close in person

enters the inkigayo building

Y/N: Wow, I wonder where we go from here, there are so many people waiting

few hours pass by

Y/N: I never expected to wait here for so long, I kind of feel hungry

Y/N: I kind of feel stuffy here, I wonder if there is a restroom

Y/N: asks security when will they be done getting ready?

Security guard: Probably in another hour, why?

Y/N: I need to go use the restroom, which way is it?

Security guard: Exit from the backdoor and turn left then right, upstairs, you'll see the restrooms over there

Y/N: Alright, thank you so much

Y/N: I should quickly hurry to use the restroom before they come

runs, turns a left, right, upstairs? a left, right

Y/N: Hmm, I can't find it? I really need to go so bad.

sees restroom

Y/N: (Yes, I found it!)

quickly enters to a stall, sitting down the toilet before hearing another person walk by

Y/N: (Whew, I'm finally finished)

about to flush the toilet until hearing another person again coming by

Mark: I'm finished getting ready, get your ass out of here we're about to perform in like 45 minutes or so

Johnny: Relax, that's a lot of time, I'm just taking some mirror pics, I look good dude

Mark: Alright suit yourself bro

heads out the door

Y/N: heart beating fast (No… WAY, is it actually Johnny himself? I must entered the wrong restroom by accident, was I supposed to go upstairs? Either way, I must get out of HERE!)

Y/N: Looking through the crack through the stall door (He's still looking at himself, he looks so handsome and hot the way he stares at the mirror)

glasses drop

Y/N: (help that was so loud)

picks it up and wears it until meeting eye contact with Johnny Suh from below

Johnny: Yo, bro aren't you in the wrong restroom?

Y/N: Omg, I am so sorry!

quickly opens the stall door before being abruptly stopped by Johnny rushing out the restroom

Johnny: How the hell did you end up here, you were stalking me weren't you?

Y/N: NO, I promise I wasn't!

Johnny: You fucking sicko, what other conclusions can I even come up with besides this, get out you pervert.

heart sank

Y/N: You know what, fuck you, piece of scumbag I traveled here to see your show and paid for you so you think you would want decency and respect from your fans but I can't have the same back. You know what, I shouldn't have came here in the first place!

about to leave the restroom until my wrist was grabbed by Johnny

Y/N: What are you doing?!?

SMACKED

Y/N: gasps (I instantly fell down the floor, touching my pained red face) DID YOU JUST SLAP ME? I"M REPORTING YOU TO THE POLICE.

my hand was forcefully grabbed by him as he pinned me down the floor, his legs on my chest, giving me a seductive view from down below

Johnny: Hah. You know how much I hate people like you, you short nerd

Johnny: Go ahead, and report this to the police, they won't even do anything about it, as much as my company cares about incidents, you think they would want to fire an idol like me?

Y/N: tears rolling down my eyes (I can't believe the idol I loved could care to do such a thing like this)

Johnny: Now your crying? You dumb bitch

SMACKED

Y/N: (got slapped across the face again, this time my glasses came off a bit)

SMACKED

Johnny: I love it when people cry like you, kind of turns me on really

Y/N: Johnny takes off my glasses

Johnny: You know, I kind of feel bad now, never realized how hot you actually are

Johnny: Where you from?

Y/N: (I didn't say anything)

Johnny: C'monnn, before I slap you again

Y/N: s…st…states

Johnny: Which part of the states you from little sweetie pie?

Y/N: C-California

Johnny: I'm from Illnois baby, damn I can't take my eyes off of you

Johnny: You a boy or a girl, can't really tell cuz of your hair

Y/N: well… w- what do you think?

Johnny: You seem like a-

punches his crotch

Johnny: FUCKKK!

Y/N: (You deserve that you fuck, lay there in the ground, I need to get out of here as soon as possible!)

sees the door

Y/N: (Here's my chance!)

grabs the door

THUD!

continued...

[thecarnivorousmuffinmeta]

its been itching my brain for a while so if you could please give me something to chew on—do you have any headcanon's for A, like what he (she?) might've behaved like or looked like? I'm really just asking for a nice sandwich and I love the ones you've made (Alphard) and would appreciate another

That time @therealvinelle and I made a character out of fucking nothing.

I assume you mean A from the Death Note universe? Sorry, I've got nothing for you.

The thing about what @therealvinelle and I did with Alphard, and why it worked, was the single solitary detail we did get, along with a few others, paints an incredibly detailed picture to work with.

I only have about five things on hand, but good god, do I get to see that man's entire fucking life.

We just don't have the same for A.

What We Know About A

A is introduced in Death Note: LABB, for those super Death Note nerds who read the novel like I did. There's no mention of either A or B in the manga or in the anime.

A and B were the first gen successors to L, before Mello and Near, and the premise of the novel is that "wow, that successor program was a really shitty idea even before it was a shitty idea!" in that of the two a) A couldn't handle the pressure and killed themselves b) B couldn't handle the pressure and turned himself into a physical clone of L, then sought to make a case so complicated L couldn't solve it, culminating with lighting himself on fire. The great irony being L had so little interest in dealing with it himself, he makes Naomi Misora do all the work/all the talking to 'Ryuzaki' without supplying any pertinent information or saying anything more than "uh huh, wow, such detective, such good, Misora" and only at the end admitting, "yeah, that wasn't me, that was my rampaging successor, but good job catching him."

A is years dead before the novel begins, and gets a one-off mention by our totally unbiased narrator Mello, totally, as being B's rival for the position of successor who at some point before it could be decided killed himself.

But let's try to bullet point it.

A Was Chosen: Nationality

First, we know A is at Wammy's.

We don't know exactly how Watari/Roger recruits for Wammy's, how you are selected to enter the 'successor' program, or even the scope of just where they draw successors from.

(I don't have vol 13 on hand at the moment, but I believe it only went into the ethnicity breakdown for L, not even nationality, and it's...

When asked about L's ethnicity, creator of the series Tsugumi Ohba responded, "I think of him as a quarter Japanese, a quarter English, a quarter Russian, a quarter French or Italian, like that." Ohba said that L is the most intelligent character in the entire Death Note series because "the plot requires it." He added that he personally views L as "slightly evil." - from the wiki

Rock on Ohba, rock on with your.... "quarter Russian, Japanese, French/Italian, English".

I also love "slightly evil" from a man who has multiple "torture X character" arcs.)

Given we only see four characters who went through some variation of this program in the manga/anime (L, Near, Mello, and if we even count him Matt), it's really hard to judge. We know Beyond Birthday, by the time he meets Naomi, looks similar enough to L that the entire premise of the book is "oh wow, that's totally L and Naomi doesn't know, oh wow he's doing all the things you--TOTAL SHOCK IT WASN'T L AT ALL"

But if we have to choose, and we have to do this in a way that fucking makes sense given how borders work and that "no, Roger, you can't just take random orphans from any country you like and stick them in your Batman orphanage" then A is either from Britain, maybe Ireland, or if we're really stretching things maybe Western Europe.

Other places are possible, and they could bullshit their way in getting A to England, but there's also the fact that A is chosen for this program. It's unclear just how much searching Wammy's does for talented orphans who will fit the role of L (having the level of intelligence Watari and co. are looking for, the drive and desire, and being the world's most super genius to recreate the success of L).

Now, the manga/anime implies that they had very high standards. L is the greatest detective in the world, Near as his number one successor to is eventually able to defeat Light and is an extreme deductive genius.

If you want to play that game, you can't just use the orphans that happened to be in your orphanage to start with. You have to look for them and either a) wander around orphanages/newly orphaned children and test them for their suitability b) pick up orphans that they've heard of who have nationally/internationally been so impressive they meet the criteria.

Now the thing about b is that doesn't happen often (and probably not at the impressionable ages that Wammy's needs to both a) give the orphan the training b) convince a near adult "YOU SHOULD TOTALLY BECOME BATMAN WOULDN'T THAT BE SUPER COOL?!")

...

To sum this up, A is probably from Britain, maybe Ireland.

A Was Chosen: Age

Alright, A was selected, as gone in above from what we see of Mello, Near, and Matt, they got roped into this when they were very young. They're very young appearing AFTER the six-year time skip when they've been doing this long enough that a) this is their major goal in life and the only thing they can think of b) they have an intense and bitter rivalry c) Matt has already been weeded out. L, too, we have a brief image of him as a six-year-old or so (possibly metaphorical), implying he and Watari have been doing this for... a while, and that L was set on this path very early in life.

Both A and B were very likely young children when they started this program in earnest. Personally, if I had to write a fic... I'd say ten at most.

Now, this doesn't tell us much about when A dies, but we know that B is an adult man by LABB, Naomi never remarks upon him looking like a teenager. We also know he's able to impersonate L, and more (and this is important), the L we see in canon.

The entire L gimmick of the book is that we, the readers, are given the impression this is L (except for the weird eyes, that's weird). It's important that this isn't necessarily L at the time, but what we the readers would recognize him as years later during the Kira case. We, in canon, see L in his mid 20's. This means that B in the novel was at least passing as in his mid 20's. Could be he's younger, could be he's older, but what it does mean that A, if at a similar age only either reached a) very young adulthood b) teens.

Personally, given the pressure, the suicide, and the fact that the rivalry had been bitterly ongoing at that point, I'd say A was likely a mid/late teenager when they killed themselves.

A Was Chosen: Intelligence

A must have been good enough at whatever tests Wammy's did to gauge whether they had an initial aptitude for becoming an L candidate.

Now, we've seen the types of things Near is good at and that are heavily implied put him above Mello. Near is very good at intelligence tests, puzzles, and so on.

It's not unlikely that A was tested with very similar things and that A must have reached some threshold to be considered a promising candidate in the first place.

A Was Chosen: AMAB

Now, this one's more headcanon, but I go into this here. I think, either through overt or unintended bias, Watari/Roger would gravitate towards selecting AMAB individuals as opposed to AFAB.

I don't think A would be an exception.

Also, Viz translated the gender into English as "he", so take that as you will.

The Eternal Prince/Eternal Rivalry

Now, the trouble with A and B, being so early in, is that L was a very young man at the time and either not much older than they were or even younger.

L had already by this point reached international acclaim as the detective L, continued to gather for himself detective personas surrendered by rivals, and was showing no signs of stopping or slowing down.

So, how exactly are A and B supposed to become L? Either they somehow prove they're better than him, when he has the benefit of a) experience in the field b) connections with law enforcement and a working relationship with Watari c) all the resources in the world or L miraculously dies.

Not to mention we know, canonically, that L is vicious and would tolerate no competition for his title.

Mello notes this himself (though is a... biased... narrator) that the first gen were throwaways, they were the trial training run for the REAL successors, Mello and Near.

Regardless of what Mello thinks, the fact remains that A and B were both aware that to be L themselves, L had to go, which showed no signs of happening.

Not to mention they're still infighting with each other, quite viciously, so that they can at least be next in line.

Not only is this a tremendous amount of pressure, but it's utterly pointless pressure.

B was the type of person to react to this with a "FUCK YOU DAD", in that he tried to make a case L couldn't solve to finally prove he was superior to all of them.

A, for this or perhaps other reasons, killed themselves. We don't know if this was the sole reason, but it would certainly be a large factor.

TL;DR

A was likely born or at least orphaned in Britain, A was young when chosen and young when they died, A was likely good at logic puzzles/intelligence exams at a young age, A was highly likely to be AMAB, and was in a doomed competition where their entire self-worth/point of their existence hinged on a pointless struggle that neither they nor B could ever conceivably live.

But considering, that's really not much/what you were asking for.

[forsoobado137]

The anon from the country-people getting hurt again!

1) thank you for the compliment on my English:D

2) can't imagine being in a coma for so long is fun rip Feliks

3) While yes Poland as a country wasn't there but people still learned polish and tried to keep the nation alive in any way possible

Examples cuz I'm a nerd:

- one of the books called "Syzyfowe pracę (Sisyphean labors)" by Stefan Żeromski is autobiographical novel which described the school life under Russian occupation. One of the scenes I remember of off the top of my head is that in school children were secretly being taught Polish and one of the teachers had to stand guard outside the classroom

- Maria Skłodowska-Curie kept (most of the times) signing her name as Skłodowska-Curie and named the element she discovered Polonium. Poles often get annoyed when people just say Maria Curie because it erases the polish heritage she had and (most likely) tried to keep alive by signing with her maiden name and the name of the element, yes she was a french citizen but Poland wasn't on the map back then so she had to do it that way (<- dunno if I'm making sense sorry if not)

There are many other examples but that's not the point I'm trying to make. Back to Hetalia, I like to think that Feliks wasn't in a coma but lived in hiding, quietly fighting among humans, teaching the language and helping as much as he could. Of course he would have been much weaker, maybe chronically sick? (Which is what I head canon is happening to Gilbert, chronically sick and pretty weak) After all he was only alive in the hearts of his people

Personally, I like the idea of him being presumed dead, I mean most people wouldn't think a country that got wiped from the map 3 times one time for over 100 years would came back and yet here he was, sick yet still standing

I'm polish so that's why I'm so into it lol sorry for the long read but I just really love thinking what happens to nation-people when the nation is basically gone -✨Anon (<- naming myself in case I will want to write in again lol)

Wow, thank you for the history info! Especially about Marie Skłodowska-Curie. I will definitely call her that from now on. Thank you, ✨ Anon!

And I like the idea of Feliks being chronically sick instead of a coma. He is very resilient, and I think that he was in a similar situation to Gilbert now, where he lost most/all of his healing powers.

So that also means he was probably dodging assassination attempts left and right! God damn, Poland!

[shinysparklesapphires]

Okkkk so Barisapph loreeee buckle up this one’s pretty long

Sapphire is cast as Usagi in a live action sailor moon, and they decide to shoot it in Kanon Town (the filming takes place throughout the entire series but she arrives there around episode 3-6 so before cure beat was awakened) So she’s living in Kanon Town for the time being. Baritone heard something about a celebrity in town and was like “eh I guess I’ll check it out ain’t got nothing better to do” and like goes out and Sapphires being crowded by people so he can’t fully see her face and eventually gets shoved and is like “ok fuck this.” Anyway he ends up making a negatone out of the moon stick prop from the set, Hibiki and Kanade defeat it, and he ends up in the shopping district in the evening where he bumps into this girl wearing a face covering and sunglasses and she’s like “ohmigosh I am so so so so sorry!” And she shows her face for a brief moment and helps him up and he’s like in his head “omg this is the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen holy shit” The relationship isn’t brought up again until around episodes 9-11 (heh.) where baritones constantly spacing out thinking about the girl he saw, and obviously bassdrum seiren and falsetto are all like “Ho is you coo???” He eventually finds out that the girl he saw was named Sapphire and that she was the celebrity everyone was fawning over bc he bumped into her again while she was on a break from filming and she recognized him and was just like “hey do you wanna hang out sometime” and bc baritone doesn’t wanna make the most GENARATIONAL FUMBLE he says yes! While they’re on their “date” (not really) Sapphire realizes “holy shit. I want this pathetic man.” And eventually has a crush on him too. At some point (since sailor moon is full of romance and lovey dovey stuff hehe) she’s like “Hey wanna go over my lines with me?” And he’s like “sure” and she reads one of my favorite quotes: Endymion. I love you. You were my first love, my only love. If I’m ever reborn, I know I’ll find you again. I know that someday, we will fall in love again. And Baritones like “…this feels targeted.” (It was.) And she ends up revealing how much of a nerd she is when it comes to sailor moon and magical girls and all that

Then FINALLY at around episodes 15-17 Baritone confesses his love for Sapphire, and she does the same and they’re officially dating. He gets jealous of the guy playing Mamoru saying something like: “I want to hold Sapphire like that..” but denys it fully (keep in mind Sapphire and the guy playing Mamoru are close friends and that’s it, he doesn’t have any feelings towards her bc I don’t like tropes like that)

in episode 27 when he’s describing his plan to the others there’s a tiny doodle of Sapphire somewhere in there all like “Wow Baritone you’re so cool! I love you soooo much!” A MAJOR point in their relationship is when Falsetto becomes the leader and turns baritone into that monster thing (hubba hubba 😍) he starts distancing himself away from Sapphire thinking “she’d run away and call me disgusting if she saw me like this” and obviously Sapphires fucking pissed about him ignoring her and when she finds out about it she’s like “Oh my goodness gracious 😨” and then goes “Oh my goodness gracious 😍” and then in episode 41 where he and bassdrum are running around trying to catch fary, she sees him and is like “hiiiii!” And so he’s standing there with the goofiest grin on his face waving back at her blushing, and Bassdrum tells him to lock in and stop getting distracted. Eventually when the melody of sorrow is completed and everyone is turned to stone Sapphire’s memories of baritone are completely erased, and the same thing happens to him when he’s turned to stone. So when they’re turned back they just go back to their normal lives. Sapphire’s done with shooting so she flies back to America, and Baritone’s back in major land doing whatever, and it’s like they never met. Eventually when the Sailor Moon show comes out (which is around 2 months before the time during the novel happens) Baritone’s working in the music store and he sees the trailer for it on tv and thinks “Man that actress is really pretty huh?” Sapphire ends up in Kanon Town again since they’re filming season 2 for her show, and ends up in the music store where Baritone works in the novel. Also, since Baritone changed his hair to look “normal” he looks completely different if you didn’t already know him personally you wouldn’t know he was the same guy. She ends up asking him for help with something and he recognizes her as the girl from the tv and she’s like “oh you like sailor moon?” “No. But I think a friend of mine did and she’d talk to me about it all the time..” and Obviously since she’s still Sapphire she’s like “can I have your number?” Bc she’s not immune to cute music store employees 😞…

They start talking again and one day Sapphire’s looking through old pictures on her phone while with the guy who played Mamo and he’s like “Hey whatever happened to that baritone guy? Weren’t y’all together or something?” And she’s like “who?” Anyway eventually they both regain thier memories of each other and end up together again and get married a few years later and then Calista and Diamond (my fan kids for them) are born and they live happily ever after then end mega happy ending thank you

💌: @h2llish @lowcallyfruity @xen-blank

[gay4harm]

Pick a side

Paring: Shuri x Riri x Reader

Warning: None really except implied smut, makeout session, reader in a theater nerd, I think das it

A/N: Soo I know I'm supposed to be working on Who is she? but this was just stuck in my head and I had to get the idea out. This will have multiple parts to it. Lmk if you guys want more of it. (This is kinda proofread)

Shuri and Riri were known for being very competitive. They'd see who could finish certain projects first or silly things like seeing who could finish eating first, but most of all they loved seeing who could get the girl first.

Who could fuck her before the other but in the end it always ended with both of them fucking some random and them leaving right after.

This whole thing was Shuri's idea, after losing her family she had developed a few bad habits, she'd drink, party and sleep with women, the ones who would be willing to hookup with no strings attached.

Riri saw this and although she was a bit worried she knew Shuri was a big girl and even when Riri said anything shuri would just shut it down, so the only thing Riri could do was try and be there just in case something happened.

So this is how they got in this predicament, one of their friends telling them everythig he knew about you which was. "Yeah nah thats Y/N, she bad as hell ain't she?"

Riri and shuri nodded as they observed you with your tight black dress on, hair pulled back in a ponytail showing off your black smokey eye makeup and glossed, plump, dark red colored lips, shuri wandered what they would feel like wrapped around her strap and Riri noticed how familiar you looked, like she had met you from before.

Their friend spoke up again. "I tried to get with her last semester but she was playing all hard to get and shii"

"did you ever get with her?" Riri asked. "Nah she real stuck up, acting like she better than everyone."

That's just what Shuri wanted; someone she could breakdown, a real challenge.

"How much you want to bet I could hit that?" Riri looked at Shuri offended as she let a soft scoff fall from her lips. "Nigga you couldn't bag a bitch as bad as her"

"Oh you think I can't?"

"Nigga I know you can't"

"Oh well that sounds like a challenge, two weeks, who ever sleeps with her first wins. Deal?" Shuri stuck her hand out ready to make the deal as Riri hesitantly took Shuri's hand firmly and shook it. "Deal"

Just as Riri let go of shuri's hand she got up and walked over to you who was leaning on a kitchen counter with a cup in hand.

"Hey how you doing pretty?"

"Oh hi" Riri was surprised at your voice; small, southern with a bit of sultriness to it, she would have never expected you to sound as you did. Your resting bitch face gave off the impression that your voice would sound smokey, low and honestly she thought you would be a bit bitchy, as in you would try and dismiss her for coming up to you. She didn't expect you to sound sweet like honey or for when she came over your eyes lit up as if you had been waiting for this moment.

"Oh wow, I'm sorry I just- I didn't expect you to sound like that" You giggle slightly at her words before responding. "Its fine, you would be surprised at how much people say that"

"Uh, I'm Riri, it's nice to meet you" Riri stuck her hand out and you took it, a bit taken aback at how her hands had a slight roughness to them while yours were soft and well moisturized. "I know who you are Riri." Riri furrowed her eyebrows confused at how you knew her, maybe it was just from around school. You noticed her confusion and gave her the same look with your head tilted, did she really not remember you? "We live across from each other.... we're in the same study group" You could tell when the realization hit Riri, what looked like disappointment flashed across her face. "Shit I'm sorry, I knew you looked familiar, I just forgot where"

"Its fine, I've been told I have a very forgettable face." Riri didn't laugh at first and instead looked apologetic but you were just joking of course. You knew Riri had a busy life, not only did she barely come to the study group you guys were in, you two hadn't crossed paths that many time and if you did it was a quick glance and small smile that usually occurred, never going as far as talking.

"Its ok you can laugh, its supposed to be funny" Riri's face was wiped of any uncertainty and instead you two shared the same sheepish chuckle not being able to look each other in the eye.

Its not that it was awkward or anything

you didn't know what it was, well you knew what it was for you. You were a bit nervous, you've had the biggest crush on Riri and honestly you were horrible at flirting, especially when you were put on the spot like this. If it was someone else than you would have been a bit more confident but this was Riri. Someone you were completely head over for. The whole party scene wasn't something you were used to nor was the dress and makeup, it was all a product of your friend Kourtney who had basically dragged you here, at first you were a bit upset but now you were glad you came.

"So uh... you wanna dance?" You looked up from your cup a bit surprised at Riri's question but before you could answer she grabbed your hand and led you to the center of the room where other sweaty bodies were grinding on each other to fast pace songs, that was until a slower song began to play. (play the song bookie)

As the song started you look around to see people grinding on each other in sinful ways, slow dancing or for the people who didn't have anyone to dance with they sat and watch waiting for the next fast paced song to play. Riri began to slowly sway to the music as you stood awkwardly, her hand snaked around your waist pulling you close, you tensed up in response not used to something like this

Riri noticed how uncomfortable you seemed and leaned into your ear, her warm breath making you shiver. "I don't bite, you know" You lean in to hear her better. "I said I don't bite, not unless you want me to" You smile softly at her as she turns you so now your back is pressed against her front with your ass on her crotch.

Never been scared to get wet

No umbrella, you can rain all night

Ooh, woah, woah

And go 'head and drench me with your body

By the time you're finished, baby, I'll be Covered in you, ooh, yeah, yeah

Covered in you

Ooh, you know when we're through

'Cause I'll be covered in you

You begin to move slightly on Riri, unsure of what you were doing

This wasn't exactly your scene.

You were use to singing and dancing during rehearsals, in between work and classes not partying, it wasn't how you were. Being good looking attracted people but you never really gave them the time of day especially when you could tell they only wanted one thing. So you didn't know why you were here, grinding on Riri Williams to a Chris Brown song but you were and it was the best thing ever.

You began to move more fluently with Riri's hands on your hips guiding you.

You know I won't stop 'til I feel it overflowin'

Tell me, tell me, baby, would you mind

If I just jump right in and take the dive? ('Cause I)

Never been scared to get wet

No umbrella, you can rain all night

Ooh, woah, woah (Woah)

And go 'head and drench me with your body

By the time you're finished, baby, I'll be Covered in you, ooh, yeah, yeah

Covered in you

Ooh, you know when we're through

'Cause I'll be covered in you

I ain't runnin'

Keep it comin'

'Til I'm covered, baby

Covered in you

You know when we're through Until I'm covered in you

You had fully went loose, slowly grinding and swaying to the music with Riri behind you, kissing on your neck setting off a fire in you, her lips on you felt so good, so right, like they were made for you.

"You wanna go upstairs ma?" You thought about her question at first, not sure if you should go but then you thought about the way she felt and her lips and their softness, you thought about how much you liked having her hands on you and how you needed them everywhere.

So your reply was obvious as you turned to face her. "I would love to"

She takes your hand, moving through the sea of bodies, as you guys go up the stairs and in one of the unoccupied rooms she sits you down on the edge of the bed with her on the other side of you. No words are passed between the two of you until Riri speaks up. "You ok? You seem a little nervous." You look up at her knowing that she was right, you were nervous. Once again this wasn't something you were used to, you had only ever been with one other person and they were the reason why you were the way you were, shy and reserved, and to some people boring and stuck up.

"Yeah I'm cool just a little nervous"

"There ain't nothing to be nervous about, I'm not gonna hurt you, just wanna make you feel good." Riri grabs your chin making you look at her. She pulls you closer until your lips are just barely touching, not wanting to wait anymore you capture your lips on hers.

They were just as you expected, soft, supple and honestly to you it appeared that she might have more than enough experience with this.

At first it started off with sweet small pecks that turned into something heated, Riri let go enough to bit your bottom lip making your mouth go ajar, she took the opportunity to slid her tongue in your mouth.

She gets a hold of your jaw making you tilt your head up to deepen the kiss, the taste of her cherry lip balm swarmed in your mouth making its way into your mind savoring the flavor, her flavor, her scent, the way her hand traveled up and down your body until it stopped to take hold of your breast with one gentle squeeze.

She was so addicting, everything else was wiped from your mind except the feeling of Riri, you wondered if you went through her mind just as she did with yours.

So when Riri pulled away you were confused, that was until you realized someone had been knocking on the door. She yelled out hoping the mystery person would leave.

"Yo its occupied." She turned back to you to resume your little makeout session but before she could a few more knocks and a voice cut it off. "It me Riri, we gotta go, some business to take care of." Riri got up clearly annoyed, she swung the door open coming face to face with Shuri who had a sly smirk on her face.

"Can't you go handle it yourself, I'm kinda in the middle of something." They both look back at you as you spoke up. "No I mean it's fine, you should go take care of your business, I should get going anyway my friends probably wondering where I went."

You got up heading toward the door but just as your about to walk out Riri grabs your arm. "Before you go let me get cha number, you know so we can finish what we started." She pulls her phone out so you can put your number in and you take it ready to do so. After you left, pushing pass Shuri and into the crowd.

"What the fuck, why would you do that?"

Shuri looks at Riri amused

"Do what?"

You see Kourtney walking up to her, she looks relieved as she grabs you by your shoulders. "God where have you been? I've been looking all over for you." You didn't reply. What would you have said, 'I was upstairs with Riri Williams about to sleep with her until Shuri Udaka, the queen on wakanda decided to interrupt'

There was to much to explain and you were not in the right mind set to explain it. "Can we just go? I don't want to be here anymore" Kourtney looked confused as you pulled her towards the door. "But what-"

"I'll explain later" You both get in the car, driving off to your apartment.

You had lived in a apartment with two of your best friends, Gina and Kourtney. They were your best friends since high school along with Ashlyn of course. You all had decided to go to MIT together which was the best decision ever made. You were here with your three best friends and it made you feel at home, they were like your sisters.

As you got back to your shared apartment, there sat Gina and Ashlyn waiting on the both of you. "Hey, how was the party?" Gina asked from the couch. "Hey, yeah it was cool" You replied as you walked into your bedroom. "Um are we gonna forget about earlier? You forgot to tell me what happened" Kourtney shouted out.

"I didn't forget I'm just- you know... coming down from it"

"Wait coming back from what? What happened?" Ashlyn asked confused just as everyone else. You walk out, now in sweatpants and a tank top. As you do you blurt out. "I almost had sex with Riri Williams"

Everyone turns to stared at you, stunned by your words.

"You did what?"

"It just kind of happened, we didn't get that far"

"Well what stopped you?" Kourtney scooted closer to you, waiting for an answer. "Someone was knocking on the door and it turned out to be Shuri Udaka as in Wakandan royalty."

"Wait you said Shuri Udaka as in like the queen on Wakanda?" You shake your head at Gina's question. "Girl did you not know their dating?" Your eyes widen and your mouth parts to show your shock

"Are you serious!?" Many things were swarming through your head.

Why would Riri try and cheat on Shuri with you at the same party Shuri was at?

Why was Shuri so calm when Riri opens the door and why didn't she say anything?

Was she planning on getting back at both you and Riri later?

Or did she just not care?

Was this a part of some type of game or prank?

Did Riri actually like you?

"Look I doubt anything's going to happen, right?" You look up at Ashlyn as you could tell her voice was laced with false hope. You gave her a weak smile, got up, said your goodbyes and walked back to your room hoping to forget everything that happened.

You woke up, had forgotten about the events that occured last night. Instead you got out of bed, ate breakfast and just as you were about to get ready for the day someone knocked on the door.

Gina was the first to answer it while you began to pick out your outfit for the day.

You began to notice that you hadn't heard the door close but you had heard it open, so you walk out to see it anything had happened.

You had imagined that maybe it was the RA or an old friend so you walk out not expecting much.

But as to what was happening at the front door, it was actually something a lot different.

"Is Y/N here?"

"Um no... no she is not"

"Well do you know when she'll be home or at least where she'll be?"

Just as Gina was about to answer, you walked in

"Gigi who's at the door?" You stop in your tracks to see Shuri, sporting a black tracksuit with her signature black shades. You'd be lying if you said she didn't look good.

Both Gina and Shuri look at you and as they do the events of last night are flooded back in your mind.

"Y/N, do you mind if I talk to you?"

"Uhh yeah of course come in."

Shuri steps pass Gina as she closes the door. Gina walks back to her room hoping to forget all this happened.

As soon as she leaves you speak up. "Ok look if your here to like kill me or something then you should know I didn't even know you and Riri were in a relationship. If I did then I would have never-"

"You think I came here to hurt you for kissing my girlfriend?" Pure confusion was laced over Shuri's face. "Well I mean I would, or at least I'd be pretty upset, but you don't seem upset at all actually."

"Well that is because I'm not." Now instead of Shuri being confused you were.

"Ok so your not mad?"

"Not at all, in fact I'd love it if you were to join me at a party next week"

"Um I'm actually not very fond of parties"

"Well maybe we could grab a drink... at my place"

"You want to hang out at your place?" Shuri gives you a simple shake of her head. You think about it at first and there's only one clear answer.

"That sounds lovely Shuri but I'm gonna have to decline."

Shuri was filled with shock at your decline, this hadn't ever really happened before. Of course there were people who would say no for the fun of it but with you it seemed like you were completely uninterested.

"Ok well are you sure?"

"Positive, now if there isn't anything else you'd like to talk to me about then I suggest you leave."

You walk her out, closing the door as you head to get ready for your day.

While you put the final touches on your outfit and finish up your look, your phone goes off.

You look to see a unknown number but as you read the message you find out to see its Riri texting you a simple good morning text followed by 'how'd you sleep?'

You smile with the thought that Riri might have actually been thinking about you.

You text back with a good morning to start off, ending with 'I slept well, hbu?'

after that the two of you talked the whole day even when you two saw each other in a few classes. The day ended too soon and the only thing you could think about as you walked back to your dorm was how you couldn't wait to see her again.

The same thing went through Riri's head, she actually enjoyed talking to you. You weren't like the other brainless girls she normally spoke to.

She knew this would have to end soon but did it really?

A/N: She's finally done girly pop

It's actually crazy because I have so many other fics I need to finish and start but I had to feed the Shuriri x reader girlie cause I myself am one.

Anywayssss I hope you guys enjoyed this and please remember that I love when you guys tell me how you feel about it so please do.

[superfallingstars]

Hey! Wanted to send you another playlist ask prompt (if that's ok) ^^: Percy Weasley in his flat, trying not to think about his family. I'm genuinely wondering what he would listen to

send me playlist asks!

First off, you can basically always send playlist prompts, I’m fine with it, I have a ton of fun with these. It’s just a matter of whether I answer them in a few weeks, months, or years LOL

I confess, before receiving this ask, I had thought about Percy for maybe a grand total of 5 seconds, so suffice it to say that I had no idea what to do about this. However I recently (VERY recently) started rereading the series and I’m slowly remembering who tf he is lol. My playlists for the other Weasley kids all have a huge Britpop influence, so I decided to continue that (along with some other alternative 80s and 90s stuff) on Percy’s. Hopefully it comes across that he is a huge stuck-up nerd, but he is also just a young guy trying to find his place in the world, going through the difficult process of realizing that he's made a mistake, and admitting to himself and the people he hurt that he was wrong... I imagine it was a very humbling experience. Also wow there’s so many great songs about moving on and starting a new life and I don’t think about you at all anymore so idk why you’re even sending me a sweater MOM. Basically I'm quite proud of the lyrics on this one (part of why it took me 10000 years to answer) – so let's get into it

Track list:

Blur - There’s No Other Way: starting off strong with some early Blur. Tbh I don’t really know what this song is about but I enjoy that it starts out with “You’re taking the fun out of everything.” Soooo true Percy you killjoy

The Wedding Present - Box Elder: Great song about leaving (specifically a relationship – unfortunately most great songs about moving on are about relationships, but whatever)! “I’ve got a lot of things to do / A lot of places to go / I’ve got a lot of good things coming my way / And I’m afraid to say that you’re not one of them.” Yeowch!

Lloyd Cole and the Commotions - Are You Ready To Be Heartbroken?: I adore this song in all its 80s glory! The meaning is a bit ambiguous but imo it’s about being an opinionated, idealistic, pretentious young person (“Making your friends feel so guilty about their cynicism”) who doesn’t realize real life is going to – well – break their heart.

The Smiths - London: I just heard this song for the first time two days ago and omg it's perfect. Like it’s literally about leaving your friends and family behind to go move to London and work in the big city. Percy would 10000% listen to this (and uncritically agree that the only reason his family is mad at him is because they’re jealous of his success and his big boy job at the Ministry)

Ned’s Atomic Dustbin - Selfish: from what I can tell, this song is about being an insecure loser so you get all stuck-up and mean about it. "If I don't know what's cool / Will you call me a loser?" ... “I hope your head's aching from having too much fun” ... “The selfish gene in me / Has finally come into being / He’s teaching me how to be mean / But that’s a sorry sorry state to be in” ..Rather fitting, isn’t it?

The Wedding Present - Getting Nowhere Fast: read an article about this song (the original song, this is a cover) that described it as “the feeling that your failing life isn’t what you signed up for” and honestly I can’t describe it any better than that

Blur - Birthday: this song is about spending your birthday alone and feeling really weird and bad about it. Which is something I hadn’t even considered could have happened to Percy but now I 1000% believe that it did

New Order - Weirdo: These lyrics man. “It’s a life that’s made for me / Where I can be completely free / So long as I obey this sound / That echoes all around” Lollll

Dire Straits - Brothers in Arms: This song is a little dated for Percy’s time, but I quite like putting 80s stuff on here because I think older music adds to Percy's supposed maturity as well as making him seem accurately uncool. And “We’re fools to make war on our brothers in arms” wow sooooo true

The Verve - Neon Wilderness: truly captures the vibes of being a lonely young person living on your own in the big city. I can vividly picture Percy listening to this alone in his flat and slowly realizing what a sad and solitary life he has created for himself…

Pavement - Stop Breathing: THE REALIZATION. This song is technically about a soldier dealing with the emotional toll of war but it works fantastically well for this playlist (the guilt of realizing you were wrong, that you truly hurt others, and that your whole belief system was massively flawed). “Write it on a postcard / Dad they broke me / Dad they broke me.” Ummmmm screaming crying throwing up

The Rentals - It’s Time to Come Home: It really is.

WOWWW this one was so fun! It was a challenge to create a playlist for a character I’m not super familiar with, but honestly that was probably the most fun part about it! It’s so rewarding when you spend some time thinking about a character you (initially) feel neutral towards and force yourself to really consider their motivations and relate to them – I like Percy a lot more now LOL. Thank you so much for the ask!

[jumpscaregoose]

I need you to ramble about kenta metal erosion again or else

you've got the wrong guy I think. but also the right one because I will gladly do that (goose from the future here. that and more. because every post I make turns into impromptu media recs. you said ramble and I rambled)

hopefully I won't rehash that other blog's points but two kenta blogs can only be so different ykyk

kenta metal erosion is fun because like... as maladaptive as it can be he's trying so so hard to make his life Suck Less and metal erosion would really take that and spit it back at him. sorry kid the one thing that's got you this far is now destroying you etc etc

we see in bou opening show that he's more or less accepted that he's stuck in custody, but with how he's constantly bitching about money and private rooms and winning it's clear that he wants it to be better and he's trying to make it better but he's also trying to be realistic about it and also he sucks so... yeah. crystallization of the unhealthy nature of your coping mechanisms yeah. as practical as some of his ideas are (let me use my money I earned now because I'll never be released to have it) most of them are. shit. yes of course baby avoiding opening up to people may prevent some pain from leaving them but it's not good for you either

and then obviously because it's kenta he would NOT handle it well. if my boy was in a zombie apocalypse he WOULD be the one conspicuously hiding an infected bite from the group (food for thought)

like wow! another inevitable layer of doom! nothing to do about that, move on move on...

what the erosion actually does to a person is also... yk. for kenta I think it's less the loss of memory that's important but the loss of personhood. he doesn't really have any good memories that aren't tainted (like with the director in survive flashbacks) so I don't think losing those would be that awful for him, but his personality is very strongly based in having opinions. in being a massive fucking hater. and you don't have that in the later stages of metal erosion

what do I think he'd do about this? probably nothing. actually curing it requires... gasp! human connection! and I can't see him taking the nayuta route either, with his whole holding onto quality of life with his teeth thing

I mean my opinion there is fairly obvious. given¹ ² ³

like that hot monk from orb said, facing the horrors in front of us etc etc

I can't really see them playing around with this in canon but like. come on it's SO FUN to fuck with from a writing perspective.

gonna nerd out a bit and start talking about my own writing but that's what was so fun about that latest fic I wrote. trying to figure out how to write someone so "blank". probably got a few specifics wrong since I haven't brushed up on memory in a while but this is all just for funsies anyway. I just love media that mindfucks with memory and personhood like that (I just rewatched the tengoku daimakyo/heavenly delusion anime, which isn't close to metal erosion in terms of specifics but it's just so good. also the asakura twins shaman king when takei's writing them right. oh and jacob geller head transplant video. that too). yknow I was kind of just naming random examples but they all have the same kind of thesis. how much of "you" is formed from your memories, vs your body/soul/whatever. watch tengoku daimakyo. read shaman king

writing late-stage metal erosion (especially with kenta) is difficult because the lack of personality is basically the whole deal. like I had to restart that wip several times because in trying to make it still read "kenta" I kept adding too much personality

not sure if I hit the right balance in the end, the narrator might be too "blank" now... but oh man was that still fun to write.

to me the most interesting thing for late-stage erosion is if there's still a consciousness in there, but one that's not recognizable as the original person and is kind of... inhuman, in subtle ways. the two big hitters to me are "no personality" and "no care" which is kind of similar to- you know how when people can't feel pain, that's more dangerous because there's no warning? I imagine it's like that. don't know if paralive ever specifies if metal erosion also includes anterograde amnesia, but it does in my world because that makes it so much better/worse

uh

idk how to end this I'm out of thoughts for now

I leave you with this message I sent the gc

[skywalking-through-life]

Much delayed, but for the truth-or-dare ask game: 🍓🥑🥤🧃 (🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷)

My friend! 💙💙💙💙💙

These are such good ones, omg. Sorry in advance for the word vomit, lolol

🍓 - How did you get into writing fanfiction?

Okay, so I've kind of been writing fic in my head (and sometimes in notebooks/random word documents) since I was about 8 years old, and I first realized that 'writing stories' was 1) a thing ANYONE could do, and also, sometimes, 2) a job that required refined skills, lol. When you're a kid you're told (if you're lucky) that you can do anything that you put your mind to, and little Sky loved stories more than most other things, so I couldn't imagine doing something with the rest of my life that didn't involve them! So I started practicing. The first fanfic I ever wrote was in a journal, and it was only a few pages long because I did not have great penmanship and was impatient with own slowness, lol. I'm fairly certain I was embarrassed by my efforts and threw them out. For a long time I wrote elaborate stories in my head instead, and didn't start actually doing the (MUCH harder) work of putting them on paper until high school. But I was also having a complex at that point in my life around acceptability/popularity and anxiety around being perceived as a nerd, so I was way too terrified to tell anyone I was writing it. And then I was so disillusioned by the meanness that I saw in online fandom spaces that it still took years before I got up the courage to post any of it publicly! I've had an ao3 account for the past decade, and was a lurker for a good five years before that, but I didn't start posting my own work until just under two years ago. That ought to say something, I think. 💀

🥑 - you accidentally killed someone, which mutal(s) do you text for help?

LOL, heaven forbid I ever find myself in this situation, but if so...honestly probably you, lmao, and some other folks on here that I don't think have ever been involved in crimes, but are otherwise competent, functioning adults who don't shy away from difficult/grey situations - at least in fiction, lol. @60sec400 @darkmagyk @phykios @deerlie-main , I hope you are not insulted by this. 💀

🥤- recommend an author or fanfic you love

I just did this the other week - and apparently y'all really needed recs, wow! - so I'm kind of wracking my brain here to rec something I haven't already recommended recently...there are a LOT of good options to choose from! I guess I'll go with 'percy jackson and the scrutiny of his coworkers', which is an absolutely BRILLIANT outsider pov fic by pqrker on ao3. It's popular for a reason, and the reason being that it is perfect. 🥹

🧃- share some personal lore you've never posted about before

Ooooo, hmm, what to pick, what to pick...hmm, okay, I'll go with this. A segue from my first answer, lol. I was nominated for Homecoming Queen in high school, and was the first runner up, so - hilariously - became the Homecoming Princess. It was my teen movie Cinderella-story moment, because I had always been the shy nerd in the back of the classroom, but then all of a sudden was in a fancy dress on the football field getting a crown and wondering what parallel universe and/or Taylor Swift song I'd just fallen into. And weirdly enough, knowing that I hadn't done anything special to be nominated - that people had just liked me - went a long way towards me being able to accept myself more holistically. Maybe if they liked me enough for that, I could like me enough to try and see what they saw, you know? It was years ago now, but it is a fond and bizarre memory, and was very helpful to a confused and anxious 17 year old! 😅

You may have gotten more than you planned with this ask, lol, but thank you for asking, my friend. 💙

[pitbullwithaship]

DOCTOR WHO LIVEBLOG S4 EP8

Okay this is Silence in the Library and I've heard it's insane and weird and scary and maybesad(?) So. It's time

That's a cute little girl floating in midair

That's a gorgeous library, the kind I've always wanted to visit

Is this a psychoevaluation or something

Okay something is there

OMG ITS THE DOCTOR AND DONNA

I live jow they're just like oh hello tiny girl great day innit

I love books

That's a gorgeous library Jesus christ

Amazing

Yeah Donna spoilers tsk tsk

Ooh suspiciously empty

Sundays are pretty boring

Oh wow that's a large amount of living creatures

Silence

I love them just so much

That's a creepy person head egg face robot thing

Ah ominous message

COUNT THE SHADOWS HWHOT

Only kinda sorta lied

The shadows approach incredibly ominously and slowly

Oh they sped up

Yay Donna on the kick open

The little girl is a security camera then is that why they're interrogating her

It's dark

I hit myself on the head sometimes too, (the doctor is a neurodivergent icon)

Girlie

River Song!!!!!! I've heard of her!!

I like Archeologists they're nerds

The Doctor and Donna are icons

Maybe it's not irra- THATS WHAT I WAS GONNA SAY

Vashta Nerada ooOooOoooOOooOooOooO

PRETTY BOY lol

Don't be a dick to the personal assistant girl

Okay so they're dickheads

THE DIARY

Aww poor River Song

THE PHONE AND THE LITTLE GIRL AND THE ALARM AND THE SECURITY SYSTEM AND-

Those are good drawings

Curiosity fucked with the timelines and killed a fair few cats

Weaponised books

I like the personal assistant girl she seems nice

Mr Lux don't be Mr Fucks

Assistant girl don't go wandering off

Yeah Lux pay attention

ASSISTANT GIRL BE CAREFUL IM SORRY I DONT KNOW YOUR NAME

This is creepy as hell

SCREAM NO

Oh shit oh damn oh shit that's terrifying oh shit oh dear

RIP Miss Evangelista

Oh that's really horrifying and sad

Speak Donna

Oh my God that's torturous

Aww Doctor trying to comfort her

THE REAL WORLD IS A LIE HOLY SHIT HOLY FUCK ONLY HER

Donna why are you being weird

Aww River Song knows about her

Oh oh Donna

AIR PIRHANAS THATS SO COOL

Oh fuck oh fuck he's got two shadows that's fucking horrifying

Aww that's adorable she has a matching screwdriver

Tries to send her away

Actually sends her away

What! What! What! What! She screamed! What!

Oh shit it's in his suit

Okay he's dead

Oh shit his fucking skeleton is possessed

That's horrifying

SQUARENESS GUN WOW

SHE SAVED DONNA WHAT

OH FUCK OH FUCK DONNA IS THE EGG ROBOT THING THAT IS NOT IN ANY WAY BETTER

Oh poor Doctor oh poor Donna

OH FUCK A CLIFFHANGER I HATE THAT AND I DONT HAVE TIME TO WATCH MORE